#cause i won't be there for the take down cause i'll be in california!!!!

[clowngremlin]

one of the nights (not my last shift but the one before it), one of my coworkers who's a really tall, skinny guy, and i were tasked with decorating a tree together and he was helping me reach the top of the tree cause we didn't have a ladder, and i was like "u and i are like waluigi and wario cause ur tall and skinny and i'm short and fat" and he thought it was funny

[perspectivestarters]

Perspective's Sentence Starters; The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess by Chappell Roan (Part II)

MY KINK IS KARMA

We broke up on a Tuesday.

Who knew that we'd let it get this bad when it ended.

Karma's real.

Hope it's your turn.

I heard from *Name*, you're losing it lately.

It's hot when you have a meltdown.

It's hot when you're drinking downtown.

You're getting called out 'cause you're running your mouth.

It's coming around.

People say I'm jealous but my kink is watching you ruining your life.

People say I'm jealous but my kink is karma.

Wishing you the best, in the worst way.

Using your distress as foreplay.

Six months since April and I'm doing better.

No need to be hateful in your fake Gucci sweater.

It's hot when you're going through hell.

I'm feeling myself.

It's hot when you know that you're caught and you're getting pissed off.

It's getting me off.

PICTURE YOU

Draw the blinds.

Slip off my pretty dress down my chest.

It's ritualistic.

Counting lipstick stains where you should be.

I need you around.

I'm getting close now.

Do you picture me like I picture you?

Am I in the frame from your point of view?

Do you feel the same?

I'm too scared to say half of the things I do when I picture you.

So, tell me now all your perversions.

KALEIDOSCOPE

Here we go again.

Everything is fine.

I guess we could pretend we didn't cross a line.

Ever since that day, everything has changed.

The way I write your name

If you really wanna leave, I'll never make you stay.

Whatever you decide, I will understand.

It will all be fine.

Love is a kaleidoscope.

How it works, I'll never know.

It's somehow all the same

It's beautiful somehow.

It's never just a shape alone.

Well, I'd love to see them try.

There's no one else who could.

The only one is you.

If you change your mind, I will understand.

It'll just take time to go back to being friends.

Don't be afraid to hold it close.

PINK PONY CLUB

I know you wanted me to stay.

I can't ignore the crazy visions of me in *Place*.

I heard that there's a special place where boys and girls can all be queens every single day.

I'm having wicked dreams of leaving.

I swear it's calling me.

Won't make my mama proud.

It's gonna cause a scene.

I know she's gonna scream.

God, what have you done?

I'm just having fun.

It's where I belong.

I'm gonna keep on dancing.

Every night's another reason why I left it all.

I thank my wicked dreams.

You've been too good to me.

Don't think I've left you all behind.

You're always on my mind.

I can hear your southern drawl a thousand miles away.

NAKED IN MANHATTAN

I know you just landed.

I know you're probably busy but I would love to see you.

Call me when you can.

I'll never cross the line.

I pushed you down a million times.

I'd love if you knew you were on my mind.

Boys suck and girls I've never tried.

We both know we're getting drunk tonight.

Touch me, baby.

Put your lips on mine

Could go to hell but we'll probably be fine.

I know you want it.

You can have it.

I've never done it.

Let's make it cinematic

I wanna know, baby, what is it like?

An inch away from more than just friends.

If I don't try, then it's my loss.

Won't you fucking touch me?

I just want to touch you.

I want all of your love.

CALIFORNIA

I stretched myself across four states.

I trade amber clay roads for the sea foam and the endless sun rays.

I was never told that I wasn't gonna get the things I want the most.

If it hasn't happened yet, then maybe you should go.

Come get me out.

Thought I'd be cool in here.

I'd make you proud

To think I almost had it going, but I let you down.

Too hard to find reasons to stay.

GUILTY PLEASURES

Learned it on the internet.

Wild thoughts that make me melt.

Sometimes I scare myself.

I can't help what I can't help.

So shame on me, and shame on you.

I fantasize what we would do.

How would it taste?

Some good girls do bad things too.

I want this like a cigarette.

Can we drag it out and never quit?

Oh my god, you are heaven sent.

You give me guilty plеasure.

You're a pothead.

You're a cinephile.

It's been awhile since you turned up the dial.

[starryblueeyesandstarryblueskies]

Percabeth's Playlist

listen here

The Great War

all that bloodshed, crimson clover, uh-huh, sweet dream was over, my hand was the one you reached for, all throughout the great war

Till Forever Falls Apart

if the tide takes california, i'm so glad I got to hold ya, and if the sky falls from heaven above, oh I know I had the best time falling into love

I Know Places

cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns, they are the hunters, we are the foxes, and we run, baby i know places we won't be found, and they'll be chasing their tails trying to track us down

Labyrinth

uh oh, i'm falling in love, oh no, i'm falling in love again, oh, i'm falling in love, i thought the plane was going down, how'd you turn it right around

Line Without a Hook

she's a, she's a lady, and i am just a boy, he's singing, she's a, she's a lady, and i am just a line without a hook

If the World Was Ending

if the world was ending you'd come over right, the sky'd be falling and i'd hold you tight, and there wouldn't be a reason why, we would even have to say goodbye

Feels Like

living in a movie i've watched and funny cause i couldn't have called it, met you at the right time, this is what it feels like

18

i have loved you since we were 18, long before we both thought the same thing, to be loved and to be in love

Out Of The Woods

remember when you hit the brakes too soon, twenty stitches in a hospital room, when you started crying, baby i did too, but when the sun came up, i was looking at you

Someone To You

and if the sun starts setting, the sky goes cold, then if the clouds get heavy and start to fall, i really need somebody to call my own, i wanna be somebody to someone, someone to you

Young God

but do you feel like a young god, you know the two of us are just young gods, and we'll be flying through the streets with the people underneath, and they're running, running, running

Favorite T-Shirt

heart is beating harder than it ever has, wanna put you in a photo, put you on my dash, i put my arm around your shoulder, to see if i can pull you closer, and i didn't wanna say it, but i honestly thought i'm growing older

Take on the World

nobody knows you the way that i know you, look in my eyes, i will never desert you, and just say the word, we'll take on the world

Long Live

you held your head like a hero, on a history book page, it was the end of a decade, but the start of an age

I Like Me Better

i knew from the first time, i'd stay for a long time cause, i like me better when, i like me better when i'm with you

Atlantis

i can't save us, my atlantis, we fall, we built this town on shaky ground, i can't save us, my atlantis, oh no, we built it up to pull it down

Hey Stupid, I Love You

you just forget sometimes, so promise me you won't, and you know i'll remind you, when you think i don't, hey stupid, i love you

I Found

and I found love where it wasn't supposed to be, right in front of me

[eisforeidolon]

Jared: [following on from Jensen's story of injuring his hand in a door] That's why - doors can be dangerous. That's why I always leave mine open slightly, so it's no longer a door, it's ajar.

Jensen: [pointedly turns to question line] Hi! How are ya?

Norton: [rimshot]

Jared: [jumps up in excitement, punches air, kicks, generally flails]

Jensen: Let me ask you a question. Ladies and gentlemen, [points offstage] Monsieur Keegan.

Jared: Monsieur Keegan Allen.

Jensen: Do you put up with those jokes on the set of a show you work on with Jared?

Keegan: Yes. Um, but they're so great. He's also my boss.

Jensen: Right, right, yes. He's so funny, isn't he?

Keegan: He's the most amazing guy ever.

Jared: I'm like, you're getting a raise.

Jensen: [mockingly monotone] He's the most amazing guy I have ever met in my life.

Keegan. I did - I did really laugh at that, that was great.

Jensen: What's up dude, what're you doin?

Keegan: Hey, dude, what's up man? Hey guys, what's up? Keegan Allen here, I'm from California.

Jared: Alright. Hi Keegan. From California.

Keegan: Man, this is really nerve-wracking, being down here.

Jensen: Just take a deep breath, we're all here for ya.

Jared: Yeah.

Keegan: I wanted to ask you guys [clears throat, speaks in a deeper voice] I wanted to ask you guys - hold on -

Jensen: [whispers into mic] Get it together, man.

Keegan: I wanted to ask you guys, in the last year, what have you done in your lives that you feel like has made it 10% better?

Jared: That's a great question, Ian. Ian, right?

Keegan: Keegan from California.

Jensen: Well, Keegan from California, 10%, huh?

Keegan: Well, 'cause you don't want - just, like a subtle upgrade in your life.

Jensen: Right.

Keegan: Because, like, y'know, something that's too drastic is too noticeable? But 10%.

Jared: Yeah, reasonable.

Jensen: I got one, I got one for ya. Make the bed first thing in the morning. I didn't used to do that. I would maybe get around to it. Y'know, like I'd get out of bed and later when I'd come back, and I'd, you know, sometimes I wouldn't go back to the bedroom until the afternoon, and I'm like ugh, bed's still unmade. Now I get up and I make the bed.

Jared: Yeah, that's a great -

Jensen: I have to kick my wife out of the bed first. [mimes kicking] But I make the bed every morning. And I dunno, it just feels good when I walk back in later in the day and I see the bed has been made. I dunno why. Yeah.

Jared: That's great. I think for me, Keegan from California, I think for me, I've tried to get rid of some of my perfectionist inklings, and so one of the things I like to do is not worry about, like, whether or not my bed is made. [audience laughs] So I come back in at night and the pillows are -

Jensen: See, [pointing at Keegan again] he has to laugh at that joke. [Jared cracks up] I don't.

Jared: But no, speaking of beds, I will not get on my phone when I'm in my bed. Even if I want to return a text message. Or I'm like, oh, shoot, I wanna play Wordle, or I wanna do something. I won't do it in the bed, I will force myself to get out of the bed [stands up] and either just stand next to it, or - Not a word of a lie, it works, it works. [Jensen cracks up] It's literally as simple as, because there's so much - because here's what I would do! I would be like -

Jensen: I just imagine like him getting a text in the middle of the night, and he's like [mimes grumpily throwing off covers, picking up imaginary phone, pushing hair back, typing on phone, pulling off imaginary glasses to set back on pretend nightstand with phone][Jared cracks up]

Keegan: I'll have to text him now, after he goes to bed.

Jared: Well, well, that's basically what happens. [Jensen laughs] But truth be told, I had the problem of, if it was middle of the night or whatever? And I'd wake up like, ugh, what time is it and I'd go and I'd look at my walk-clock or whatever on my phone and it's 1:30. I'd think oh, let me see if there's anything on the news. Let me see ESPN. Let me see who won the game. It's like, yeah ehh, I'm kind of awake, let's see what's on YouTube. And fast forward an hour and I haven't slept. So I'm like, if it's not important enough for me to get out of bed, to do it? Then I just leave my phone on my nightstand. So, yeah. And a totally unkempt bed, by the way.

Keegan: Thank you guys, that was great.

Jared: Thank you Keegan Allen, from California!

[kilowogcore]

Trump's Day One Plans

I'm going to talk as Kilomin, because this is very important.

Let's talk about the United States election, comrades. If you follow me, you know the only elections I believe can further progress are local elections. Even in a local election, it's difficult, but leftists can organize and work hard and actually get good people into local office. That is only possible on a small scale, with a few rare exceptions like Vermont.

I mean this honestly: State and national elections won't fix anything. Voting Democrat at the national level will not fix any of our country's problems. Joe Biden and the congressional Democrats will make things worse than they are now.

However, you should still vote Blue for a crucial reason: It saves lives. See, the only way to fix this country is by organizing outside the system and then putting enough pressure on the system to change it. I'm hoping that can be done just by the threat of disruption or disruption without anything further, but I don't know.

What I do know is that an organized people is the only way we can fix this country. A national movement like that requires local infrastructure. Many people already do that with local politics, unions, leftist groups, activist groups, social programs, and other organizations. But we are still getting ready. We still need more local organizing, and we won't have a national movement ready to go by November.

And that's why you swallow your bile and vote for the blue fascists. It'll save lives while we get ready. Any liberal who thinks voting is all we need to do is the enemy, but leftists who do the more important work of organizing and also vote? They are comrades.

Some leftists I talk to aren't sure voting will save lives. After all, Biden's a fascist, Biden endorses genocide, Biden runs concentration camps for asylum seekers, Biden drives out immigrants, and Biden keeps throwing money at cops. It's easy to see why someone might think there's no lesser evil this time.

But there is. And I'll link to a story about just one part of that, among many. This is just one example of how Republicans would cause more suffering and harm than Democrats. https://epgn.com/2024/05/15/trump-pledges-to-end-lgtbq-protections-on-day-one/

Plenty of people won't make it four more years no matter who's in charge. The Democrat politicians, with very few exceptions, and the Republican politicians, with no exceptions, are mass murdering fascists. But more people survive the blue mass murder, and those lives matter.

A lot of those people are my friends. I'm queer, and I might be doing okay in California, but the people I love in other states are not. It's bad enough in red states right now, but if the Republicans get the power, they will impose Floridian-style oppression and worse nationwide, not just on queer people but on BIPOC people, women, disabled people, and every other marginalized group. That's why US marginalized people have overwhelmingly been begging everyone to vote Blue. I'm going to listen to them and, as a disabled queer person, add my voice to theirs.

I wish we were ready to take the whole wretched system down, and I believe we will be soon, but not yet. So please, for the sake of the people I love and for the millions and millions of marginalized people of all types, swallow that bile, and vote to save lives while we organize.

Thanks for reading comrades.

[rainbowbobatea]

💗 Sweethearts' Nite 💗 

"Oh, look! The castle looks so pretty!"

Excitement bursts in Shar. She happily points up at the Cinderella Castle, the tall structure gleaming against the dark sky. Stars twinkle. A cascade of red, white, and pink hearts light up against the stony walls, reflecting against the excited guests walking into Disneyland.

Well, everyone is excited, except for…

Oscar. The sassy five year old stomps his foot and sticks out his tongue, mimicking a "barfing" noise.

"Bleh! I hate pink daddy!

Shar (who loves pink) mocks an offended gasp. Meanwhile, Hugh shakes his head, continuing to push the stroller with Ava. "I told you Oscar—behave. No stomping.”

"Pink is the worst color! I hate it daddy!" Oscar screams again, stomping his little feet.

Hugh's brow furrows as he leans down, his voice low and stern.

"Listen here, young man. If you don't calm down, we're turning right back around and dropping you off at Grandma Mimi's house. Is that what you want?"

Oscar's eyes widen, his little lips pursing into a pout. He shakes his head vigorously, curls bouncing. "No, Daddy. I'll be good."

Shar gives Hugh a odd look. She leans in close to Hugh, her voice a whisper. "You know, Mama Mariah would’ve had a fit if she heard you call her 'Grandma.' Remember what happened last time?"

Hugh's stern expression cracks, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyes. "Oh yeah, I remember alright…”

Their minds drift back to that fateful family game night. The evening had started with unexpected drama when they'd arrived at the house. Oscar, innocent and unaware, had greeted Mariah with a cheery—

"Grandma Mariah!"

—and the effect was instantaneous. Mariah's eyes had widened comically, her perfectly manicured hand flying to her chest. Then, with all the theatrics of a diva, she'd swooned, falling dramatically at the threshold.

Mariah’s fainting spell caused lots of drama.

Hugh bites back a smile, thinking about that moment. "What she doesn't know won't hurt her," he says with a wink. "Now come on, guys. Let's hit the park!"

As they step through the gates, Disneyland unfolds before them like a storybook come to life. The iconic Cinderella Castle looms ahead, its spires reaching towards the California sky.

Tonight, it's adorned with a cascade of twinkling lights in shades of red, pink, and white, transforming the already magical structure into a lovey-dovey dream.

It's like if Valentine's Day threw up all over it.

For the Sweethearts' Nite event, the park had been transformed into a romantic wonderland. Heart-shaped decorations adorn every lamppost and storefront. Couples of all ages stroll hand in hand, many sporting matching Mickey and Minnie ears.

Shar giggles as she bumps Hugh's shoulder, her cheeks pink with excitement. She's dressed to impress in a soft pink dress, a Minnie Mouse ears headband accenting her dark chocolate hair. Hugh, ever the gentleman, has matched in a red shirt with a polka dot tie, a corny yet adorable detail.

"Oh ma gosh, Hugh, look!" Shar squeals, bouncing on her toes and pointing at a massive line snaking through the park. It's for posing with Mickey and Minnie mascots, both wearing red and pink too.

"Can we take a pic babe? Pleeaase?”

Hugh eyes the line, trying not to wince. It's longer than his patience on a good day. But then he glances at Shar, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and he knows he's toast:

He'd stand in line for days if it meant seeing that smile again.

"Anything for you, love.”

Shar's cheeks flush pink at his words, the color matching her fluffy dress. She fiddles with her Minnie ears, suddenly shy as they move ahead to the line. Surprisingly, it goes by fast. Before they know it, they're at the front, posing for a picture with Mickey and Minnie mascots.

“Say Cheese!” The camera man says.

But as they smile for the camera, Ava begins to wail, her tiny fists waving in the air. Her eyes are fixed on Mickey, and it's clear the giant mouse has terrified her.

"Wahhhhh!"

The person in the Mickey Mouse mascot jumps and backs away from the baby. Meanwhile, Hugh and Shar exchange a amused glance; Hugh bends down and scoops Ava into his strong arms, his voice gentle as he whispers comforting words to his babygirl.

"There, there. It's okay. Mickey's your friend—"

"Wahhhhh!!"

"Aw, come on, Ava!” Hugh says, his Australian accent reaching an exhausted pitch. “Mickey's nice! Don't be scared!"

Oscar, meanwhile, stands next to Mickey, giggling and waving at the massive character. He finds his sister's fear absolutely hilarious, his curly head shaking in disbelief. Shar sighs, taking the wailing Ava from Hugh and rocks her gently.

"Don't worry, everything is ok.” Shar coos.

Funnily enough, it only takes a couple of seconds for the one year old to clam down. Shar plants a proud kiss on Ava's forehead, blowing a raspberry at Hugh.

"See? She loves me best!"

Hugh raises an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Now, now, Shar. Don't be too sure about that." He tickles Ava's tummy, earning a delightful fit of giggles. "Who's the real favorite here, hmm?"

Ava kicks her legs and coos. Cautiously the Mickey and Minnie Mouse mascots slide back into the frame, prompting the photographer to finally take a pic.

Mission? Complete.

Shar and Hugh moves on, their laughter mingling with the crowded park as they head to get some food. Walking through Disneyland is full workout—you can get hungry quick. By the time Hugh and Shar strolled through to the food stands, their stomachs were growling super loud.

"So, these special 'Sweethearts' treats..." Shar begins, her eyes scanning the options. "What should we try first?"

The options are mouthwatering, to say the least. There's a churro cart offering pink churros dusted with red and white sprinkles, served with a side of chocolate-covered strawberries.

Nearby, a stand offers mini heart-shaped pizzas, the sauce creating a vibrant red base for the white cheese hearts in the center.

Another specialty is heart-shaped beignets dusted with powdered sugar, paired with red and pink lemonade.

"Ah, the beignets!" Shar's voice cuts through the noise, his eyes lighting up at the sight. "Disneyland beignets are the best, trust me."

"Better than Le Festin's beignets?" Hugh teases.

Shar elbows him, rolling her eyes. "Duhh, of course."

Soon enough, they're borh holding a heart-shaped beignet, the warmth of the pastries seeping through the paper bags. The first bite is pure bliss—soft, airy dough with a sweet dusting of powdered sugar.

"Mmm," Shar moans, licking the sugar from her lips. "These are dangerous. I could eat, like, ten of these."

"You won't be saying that when you see the mess they make," Hugh teases, already sporting a little dusting of sugar on his shirt.

As if on cue, they both turn to see Oscar and Ava with tons of powdered sugar on them. The mess is impressive, to say the least. The kids look like miniature abominable snowmen, their faces, clothes, and hands coated in a thick layer of white.

"Look, Daddy! We're ghosts!" Oscar exclaims, waving his sugary hands in the air.

Ava, not to be outdone, mimics her brother, resulting in a shower of sugar. "Ga-goo!" she shouts.

Shar and Hugh's eyes both widen, looking at each other is disbelief.

"Oh, we should've just kept them at Aunt Whit's, for sure," Shar says, her eyes widening at the sugar-coated children.

Hugh nods in agreeance, wincing at the mess.

“Yeah…I agree…”

In the evening, tons of pink hearts illuminate Disneyland. The air is crisp, filled with the laughter of excited guests and the distant melody of beloved Disney songs.

Shar, Hugh, and the kids (after an agnozing hour of trying to get all the power off) make their way to the "It's a Small World" attraction.

The line moves quickly, and soon enough, they're stepping into one of the colorful boats, cozying up together as they float along the sparkling river.

"Look at all the lights, Ava! Aren't they pretty?"

Shar says, pointing at the vibrant display. Ava, nestled securely in her arms, giggles and claps her tiny hands, utterly captivated.

The boat glides through the attraction, passing by animatronic dolls from different countries, all singing in harmony. The familiar melody fills the air, creating a cheerful atmosphere.

"It's a small world after all..."

"It's a small world after all..."

Hugh snuggles up next to Shar, not even paying attention to the show around him—just the happy, smiling face of his darling.

Just a few days ago, her face had been etched with worry from the fight that broke out in Le Festin: glass was shattered, punches were thrown…his rival, The Backstreet Boys, had caused quite a scene, leaving Shar frazzled for a long time…

Now? She looks happy. Relaxed. Beautiful…

"…Man, she's so fucking gorgeous."

Meanwhile, Oscar, who was initially fascinated by the display, begins to grow restless. He shifts in his seat, his eyes scanning the vibrant scenes with lessened wonder.

"Daddy, I wanna get off now," he whines, fidgeting.

"Just a bit longer, buddy," Hugh replies, his attention divided between his son and Shar.

But Oscar has had enough of sitting still.

Before anyone can react, Oscar wriggles free from his seat and leaps from the boat, landing with a splash in the shallow water below.

"Ahhhhh!"

Oscar screams and laughs, having fun in the water before wading toward the nearest animatronic doll, a Japanese girl dressed in a kimono, waving excitedly.

Shar snaps up, her eyes widening at Oscar.

"Oscar!? Get back here! Oh ma gosh— oh my gosh!!!”

In an instant, Hugh reacts. He dives from the boat, leaving a startled Shar behind, her eyes wide as she takes in the chaotic scene.

"Hugh! Oscar!" she shouts, her voice echoing among the cheerful songs of the animatronics.

Hugh soon surfaces, his expression intense as he reaches for his son. He grabs Oscar's hand, pulling him back toward the boat.

"What do you think you're doing, young man?" he demands, his voice shivering from the cold water dripping from his hair and clothes.

Daddy Hugh is pissed.

Oscar’s bottom lip pouts. "But Daddy, I wanted to say hi to the doll!"

"Say hi to the doll!?" Hugh takes a deep breathe, his eyes flaming in worry and anger. "Boy—you're gonna say hi to a spanking if you do that again."

"I'm sorry, Daddy," Oscar says, shrugging. "I just wanted to play."

As Hugh and Oscar sit into the boat, dripping wet, Shar looks between them both awkwardly. She clears her throat, trying to lighten the mood. "Well... at least we know Oscar is fully clean now! Hehe…”

Hugh raises an eyebrow. He can't help but smile at Shar's attempt to ease the tension. His stern expression softens, and he shakes his head, sending droplets flying. "You're something else, you know that babe?"

Shar gives him a gentle smile. “Yeah, I get that a lot."

Hugh smiles, fighting the urge to kiss Shar again—he doesn't wanna get her wet too. But needless to say, he doesn't even have time to: the ride comes to a halt, and all four of them get kicked out of the colorful attraction.

On the positive side though, at least they all made it out just in time for the fireworks display…

Explosions of color light up the night sky.

Fireworks burst forth, painting the darkness with vibrant hues. The castle serves as the perfect backdrop, its elegant structure framed by the sparkling display. Oscar and Ava are both fast asleep in the double stroller, leaving the couple to watch the fireworks in peace.

Finally.

"Oooo look, how beautiful!" Shar's eyes sparkle with delight as she takes in the dancing lights. Her fingers lace with Hugh's, her soft palms against his calloused fingers.

The pink fireworks reflect off the lake, creating a magical atmosphere. Each explosion is accompanied by a symphony of Disney love songs, filling the air with familiar melodies.

But while Shar's attention is fixed on the dazzling display, Hugh's focus is solely on her. He drinks in the sight of Shar, her eyes wide and sparkling with joy.

In this moment, he wants to freeze time, to bottle up this feeling of contentment and keep her safe forever. He thinks how one day, he will have to tell Shar his deep, dark secret—about the mafia, the danger, and the lives he's taken…

But for now, he just wants to relish this moment of pure happiness, of seeing the wonder and innocence on Shar's face.

"BUM BUM BUM BUM!”

"Ahhhhhhh"

The grand finale is marked by a symphony of colorful explosions, each one more magnificent than the last.

Shar turns to Hugh, her eyes shining. "Tonight was so perfect!" She throws her arms around him (despite him still being as wet as a river) squeezing tightly, and lets out an happy squeal.

“Thanks for taking me babe!"

Hugh's heart swells. He holds her closer, breathing in the scent of her curly hair and committing this moment to memory.

“Anything for you, Shar.”

The last crackling pops fade into the distance, leaving behind a magical silence. In this moment, Hugh leans in, cupping Shar's face gently, and kisses her.

The kiss is soft and sweet, just like the beignets they ate that enchanted evening.

[chaos-grimlin]

Intro:No one truly knows what happened that night in Woodsboro, California. All the public knows was that two teenage boys, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, went crazy. That the boys killed with no motive, that it was a case of crazy and peer pressure. Sidney Prescott, the "girlfriend" of Billy Loomis,Y/n L/n, the girl both boys were deeply obsessed with, and Gale weathers, a news reporter, where 3 of 5 witnesses that were willing to talk and tell their sides of the story to the public while Dewy Riley, the deputy sheriff of woodsboro, and tennager Randy Meeks refused to talk to law enforcements at the time. All the stories told to law enforcement seem to differ from person to person, but...in this tale, we will focus on Y/n, the obsessions, side of the story...

Marked (poly Billy Loomis and Stu macher x reader story)

(HI! Author here! Before we start I'd like to say that I have updated the list of characters I will do for requests! And I will be working on those! Also if you'd like to get instantly notified when I update comment ima start a tag list since people love this book

..onto the chapter!)

Word count" 1029

Chapter 22- scratches and hot chocolate

^^^3rd person P.O.V^^^

As Dewey drove the police cruiser he glanced over at Y/n, seeing her claw and stratch at her own skin till it bled

"Stop that" Dewey muttered as he took once hand off the steering wheel and moved Y/ns hand away from her bleeding arm.

"I hate myself Dewey..sometimes death seems better then living...I feel uncomfortable in my own skin...I..I feel dirty no matter how many times I shower..I can't get those fuckers out of my mind..they plague my mind like a sickness...they haunt my dreams and make it impossible for me to sleep..I...I can't take it anymore!" Y/n started crying again as she rambled on

Dewey looked at her with soft eyes "listen..I promise...I'll help you through this...okay?" He said offering a soft smile to her.

He knew he couldn't fully fix what happened but he knew he, her friends, and boyfriend could help make her life worth living again.

"And I personally swear on everything that I'll find the sick disgusting people that did this and put them behind bars...so they won't be able to get  you again" his voice was soft as he spoke to her, he spoke to her as if she was his sister or..his daughter.

"It'll all be okay" he said "just don't hurt yourself...okay?" He added

"I'll..I'll try"

"Try as hard as you can..I believe in you..

Your a strong girl Y/n..physically and mentally..and trust me...both me and Randy will be with you every step of the way"

With that Dewey reached his free hand upwards to her head and ruffled her hair slightly causing a small yet faint smile spread onto y/ns lips.

After a few minutes, Dewey parked the car infront of the police station and got out.

Dewey knew better then to leave Y/n alone, especially after all that she has said to him in the car.

"Come on Y/n...you can stay here till school's over" Dewey said with a soft smile as he opened her door for her.

"Thank you" Y/n whispered, her voice strained as she slowly stepped out of the car, her body trembling.

"Once we go in I'll see if I can find you something to eat or snack on" Dewey said as he started waking slowly, waiting for Y/n to follow him.

Y/n followed him, trailing close to his side. She felt herself feel comfortable around him. After what happened she lost her trust with everyone...

Sidney

Tatum

Stu

Billy

Everyone but Randy who had came to the hospital just to make sure she felt okay and safe.

Now she felt as if she has Dewey.

Dewey walked into the station keeping a close eye on Y/n till they made it to his desk.

"Sit here okay? Ima go find you something" he said.

Y/n nodded as she sat down on the chair at his desk. Then, she watched at Dewey walked off, leaving her at the desk.

Her bloodshot e/c eyes wondered around his desk, eyeing the countless small items he had scattered on his desk.

She was tempted to touch them or fiddle with them to maybe ease her racing mind but instead her right hand found it's way back to her left arm and she started to scratch at it relentlessly.

She felt as if she'd feel better if she could cut off all of her skin.

She left a warm liquid coat her finger tips, then she looked down, seeing the bright red blood lightly coat her fingers.

"Y/n I'm bac....y/n..." The semi happy tone in Dewey's voice dropped when he seen Y/ns arm.

Dewey sighed and put down the candy and hot chocolate he had found for her. "You said just moments ago you wouldn't hurt yourself" he whispered looking at her, sadness laced both his voice and his eyes.

"I'm sorry" Y/n forced out as she hung her head.  She felt..guilt...rise in her body, filler her throat, causing her to struggle to breathe.

"It's..okay..come here" Dewey spoke as if he understood why she was doing all of this.

Dewey held out his hand to her, which Y/n slowly took.

Dewey led her to a small sink in the office and turned on the water.

"Put your arm under it while I grab some bandages" Dewey said looking at her, as if waiting for her to move.

Y/n nodded, not daring to speak as she slipped her arm under the water, and once she did, Dewey walked off.

She whinced slightly, feeling the cold water wash away the blood from her arm, the feeling made her clench her jaw as she watched the bright red fade down the drain.

Dewey was back in no time with a small first aid kit and a dry wash cloth.

"Can I see your arm?" He asked softly

Y/n slowly pulled her arm out from under the sink and moved it to Dewey.

Dewey slowly wiped away the water from her arm then disinfected the wound before gently wrapping it in gauze. (I can't spell the word)

"There"

"Thank you" Y/n muttered.

"I got you some things" Dewey said his eyes dashing over to his desk.

"I didn't know what you liked so I just got you some candy and a hot chocolate..it was all I can find"

"Thank you Dewey"

"No problem..now you can head back to NY desk..I got to make a few calls...but I'll have someone keep an eye on you okay?"

"Okay..."

At that Y/n walked back to Dewey's desk, seeing the candy and the now semi hot chocolate waiting for her..

After maybe 15 minutes a voice rang through the station...a voice Y/n knew too well...

"Y/N?! Shit! No no where is Y/n I think I have a right to see her....what do you mean kick me out?! Get the sheriff I bet he'd let me see her!"

[professor-abeloved]

great walls tumbling down - a jocelyn x mc (reg custodio) fanmix | listen here

a playlist to listen to when you're playing gay chicken with a beautiful girl with bloody knuckles and heart of gold.

art by @hsaijou <3

tracklist (not in any particular order because these queers are messy)

kiss me more - doja cat (feat sza)

Can you kiss me more? We're so young, boy girl We ain't got nothin' to lose, oh, oh It's just principle Baby, hold me 'Cause I like the way you groove, oh, oh

everything is embarrassing - sky ferreira

Maybe if you let me be your lover Maybe if you tried then I would not bother Hurts so bad I don't know what you want from me You know I'm trying You know I'm trying

34+35 - ariana grande

Can you stay up all night? Fuck me 'til the daylight (yeah-yeah) 34, 35 (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, 34, 35) Can you stay up all night? (Do you know what that mean?) Fuck me 'til the daylight (you know what that mean) 34, 35 (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah Means I wanna 69 wit' ya', no shit Math class, never was good

china - tori amos

China all the way to New York I can feel the distance getting close You're right next to me But I need an airplane I can feel the distance as you breathe Sometimes I think you want me to touch you How can I when you build a great wall around you In your eyes I saw a future together You just look away in the distance

cherry - rina sawayama

Even though I'm satisfied I lead my life within a lie Holding onto feelings I'm not used to feeling 'Cause, oh, they make me feel alive When they tell you that you've got to stay the same Even though you're not yourself And you've got somebody else When they tell you that you've got yourself to blame Even though it's not your fault But your heart just wants to know, know

gimme love - carly rae jepsen

Eyes so bright You got a hold of me the whole damn night I toss and turn but still I can't sleep right I should've asked you to stay, begged you to stay But when I get right next to you I hear this heart beat break in two I feel the earthquake in the room and so I pray Fall into me and then Gimmie love

brave - twice

In deeper wounds The rain that fell on my heart which never healed You make it stop before you know it, you are my only believer The dreamer who made me run a little farther I can hear you calling (Only you)

i like u - niki

I like you, I like you, I like you Sorry, I never meant to But who're we kidding, it wasn't like I had a say One look at you and I won't have it any other way I want you, I want you, I want you I want you to want me, too I know that I signed up for this casually But I fell for your tricks, I'm the casualty

closer - tegan and sara

Here comes the heat before we meet, a little bit closer Here comes the spark before the dark, come a little closer The lights are off and the sun is finally setting The night sky is changing overhead It's not just all physical I'm the type who won't get oh so critical So let's make things physical I won't treat you like you're oh so typical I want you close, I want you

california king bed - rihanna

Eye to eye (Eye to eye) Cheek to cheek (Cheek to cheek) Side by side You were sleeping next to me (Oh, next to me) Arm in arm Dusk to dawn With the curtains drawn And a little last night on these sheets So how come when I reach out my fingers It seems like more than distance between us?

seven - jung kook feat. latto

Weight of the world on your shoulders I'll kiss your waist and ease your mind I must be favored to know ya I'll take my hands and trace your lines It's the way that we can ride It's the way that we can ride (oh-oh, oh-oh) Think I met you in another life So break me off another time (oh-oh, oh-oh) You wrap around me and you give me life And that's why night after night I'll be lovin' you right

tokyo love hotel - rina sawayama

I don't wanna check into the Tokyo Love Hotel I just want your love all to myself

stray italian greyhound - vienna teng

This stray Italian greyhound These inconvenient fireworks This ice-cream-covered screaming hyperactive thought God, I just want to lay down These colors make my eyes hurt This feeling calls for everything that I am not I'm not that kind I'm so good at shooting down any notion This tired world could change It's all been bought Well at least that was my line No use in spending all that emotion when there's someone else to blame But you had to come along didn't you? Rev up the crowd Rewrite the rule book Where do I go when every no turns into maybe So what do I do with this?

[iamnotawomanimagod]

my favorite Halsey lyrics: hfk edition

full lyrics under the cut for the long ones:

1 - [100 Letters] Well King Midas put his hands on me again, he said one day I'll realize why I don't have any friends, why I find myself alone at night I'm having sex, that he can make me golden if I just showed some respect. But I don't let him touch me anymore.

2 - [Sorry] Don't realize how mean I can be, 'cause I can sometimes treat the people that I love like jewelry, 'cause I can change my mind each day, I didn't mean to try you on, but I still know your birthday and your mother's favorite song.

3 - [Devil in Me] I won't take anyone down if I crawl tonight, but I still let everyone down when I change in size, and I went tumblin' down tryin' to reach your high, but I scream too loud when I speak my mind.

4 - [Lie] Breakfast is cold, as cold as our bed, I'm watching you choke down the words that you said, I watch you devour mistake me for bread, well boy is you fed? or are you misled? I gave you the messiest head, you give me the messiest head, oh you're turning red, 'cause I'm tryna give the impression that I get the message - you wish I was dead.

5 - [Walls Could Talk] Told my new roommate not to let you in, but you're so damn good with a bobby pin, now you gon' play me like a violin, hittin' these notes.

6 - [Alone] I know I always go missing and you're lying awake, but if you ask why I'm distant, oh I'm runnin' away

7 - [Bad at Love] Got a girl with California eyes, and I thought that she could really be the one this time, but I never got the chance to make her mine because she fell in love with little thin white lines. London girl with an attitude, never told no one but we looked so cute, both got way better things to do but I always think about her when I'm riding through [or "you," for the live version.]

[release-the-mccracken]

Berquinn Playlist

Bert: Quinn ended up giving me a ride up to my parents' house. It was a beautiful night. I remember the moon was out and there was something different about this person that I'd met and I knew that we were going to write beautifully together.

I take your hand, lead you out to the street. To tell you that your golden hair and pale blue eyelids make me feel like I might go wild. Cheetah print makes me a liar. So I tell you I just like you for your smile.

Every time we lie awake, after every hit we take. Every feeling that I get, but I haven't missed you yet. Only when I stop to think about it, I hate everything about you. Why do I love you?

I promise it will be the last time, that I do all the things that I said that I wouldn't do last night. Then I lose my shit and I slam the door. And I ask myself, "what'd I do that for?" I wanna cause a scene just to feel alive. Maybe I'm only mean 'cause I know you're mine.

You got so down I couldn't get high. You make it harder and harder for me to know who I am, so this time I gotta hear it if you give a goddamn. Your violence feels like kisses to me. Your silence makes it harder to breathe.

You promise me Heaven, then put me through hell. Chains of love got a hold on me. When passion's a prison, you can't break free. Oh, you're a loaded gun.

Got a girl with California eyes and I thought that she could really be the one this time. But I never got the chance to make her mine because she fell in love with little thin white lines.

I'm afraid of all I am, my mind feels like a foreign land. I've spent all of the love I saved. We were always a losing game. Small town boy in a big arcade, I got addicted to a losing game.

Come to me in the night hours. I will wait for you and I can't sleep 'cause thoughts devour. Thoughts of you consume. I can't help but love you, even though I try not to.

The past few months were pretty rough, a couple times wished we both were dead. I never cried like that before. I thought my eyes would pop out of my head. Not just preparing for nightmares, but nothing feels alright now. The length of my hair or the fit of my clothes. And crying like a baby solved nothing.

This is the last time you say, after the last line you break. You say it helps you write your rhymes, whatever helps you sleep at night. You say that you love me. You won't remember in the morning. I'm not gonna stay and watch you circle the drain.

And I ain't seen a light of day since, well, that's not important. It's been long. And I was feeling Whitney, me and my homies sip Houston. Cars and clothes, thought I was winning. You knew I was losing. You told me to wake up, but my clock always stays on snooze.

And I can't see you here, wondering where am I. It sort of feels like I'm running out of time. I haven't found all I was hoping to find. You said you gotta be up in the morning, gonna have an early night. And you're starting to bore me, baby. Why'd you only call me when you're high?

You missed a lesson on looking out for yourself, may not be on the up and up, but I'm on the up and out. So take me to the far side of the beach before it falls into the ocean, before you notice I'm eroding.

Can't walk into my closet without seeing your face. 'Cause all my favorite t-shirts are all your favorite band names. You put me in a Heart-Shaped Box, now you only ever call me when you're high. You know you ruined Nevermind. Now, every song's about you in my mind. But the worst thing that you ever did? You ruined Nirvana. And I can't forgive you for that.

I ain't seen the sunshine in three damn days. Been fueling up on cocaine and whisky. I wish I had a good girl to miss me. Lord, I wonder if I'll ever change my ways. Since you've been gone, my world's been dark and grey. You reminded me of brighter days. I hoped you were coming home to stay.

Never made the wind blow, never made a heart grow. Never made a dove take flight. Never made the sun rise, still can't get my heart right. Only ever made mistakes. So I can see the sunshine, breaking through the skyline. I can feel the warmth it brings, I can't help but stop and think.

Quinn: We made a tape and I remember driving around day and night listening to that tape. And just driving up into the mountains.

[terristarstrike]

Space Monster or Space Angel?

Well, this is unusual. This is a prompt from the POV of a random Westshore civilian and their first encounter with the 50-foot Terrina Ave-Lo.

You were only taking a walk in the forest outside of Westshore. Sure, you wanted to get some fresh air, spend a bit of time away from the bustling civilization downtown, but you were very cautious. You've been hearing stories of a giant space monster in these once-peaceful woods. At first, you didn't care much for aliens, but this was all too real to ignore.

As you scrolled your fingers through your smartphone, your train of thought was thrown off track by a distant earthquake. In your mind, earthquakes were quite common in California, so it shouldn't be a big deal, right? Not quite. Another tiny earthquake followed nearly a second after the first one, and another, and another. Each other getting worse and closer to your direction, almost like a booming four-on-four beat, causing the trees to rustle and shake. Oh dear lord, you were in hot water. Those were footsteps of the mysterious giant alien!

You cautiously ran to the car, and opened the door. But before you got inside, a beautiful, youthful voice begin to hum a lovely tune from afar. Its voice was echoing all over the woods, while the thunderous footsteps approached closer. You'd expect something hideous, something that would've looked like an eldritch abomination or a monster from a old sci-fi pulp magazine, but maybe it could be something more.. human. Even so, you wouldn't take any chances, so you proceeded to hide inside your car to see whatever this giant creature looked like. As you peeked out the window, the source of these footsteps stomped forward to reveal its true form. To your surprise, the giant creature that everyone was panicking over was no space monster, this creature was a giant girl!

She looked like a slim 17-year-old with brown, sparkly skin and blue hair with neon blue and purple highlights, and her gigantic blue eyes were glancing at your car with curiosity. Surely, she's never seen a human vehicle before. The giant carefully stepped forward, trying not to shake the ground around her, and she crouched down to slowly pick up the car, with you in it. She observed the design of the vehicle and you were tossed all over the place like gravity never existed. Then, she saw you. Her giant eye was fixed on your tiny figure inside the vehicle, and she began to beam with amazement. "Wow! There really IS someone inside there!" the giant whispered.

You started to feel your heart beat out of your chest, you were terrified out of your wits, terrified and unable to speak, but the giant began to speak again. "It's okay, it's okay! I won't hurt you. My name's Terri. I'm just here to get a look of this world and just.. learn about your kind." She giggled. "You don't have to be scared of me, I'm not gonna hurt you in any way possible! I promise. I got you." You slowly nodded your head in agreement with the alien, albeit a little shaken, and Terri smiled back.

She slowly sets your car near the road and stands to her full fifty-foot-tall height. "I'll.. give you some time to process what you just saw." The giant softly said as she stomped off into the forest, humming her angelic melody once again. After a couple seconds, you began to take in Terri's words, and now you've moved onto the road with nothing to fear. This wasn't a giant space monster, this was a giant space angel!

[nonstandardrepertoire]

Ki Tisa

you don't have to be realistic to make portraits that people recognize. stick a stovepipe hat and a bushy beard on a teddy bear, and people will get that you mean it to be Abraham Lincoln. the right hat and pipe alone can suggest Sherlock Holmes. learning to identify these kinds of symbols can be very helpful in coming to grips with artistic traditions that make heavy use of them

if you spend a lot of time with Medieval Christian art, for example, you'll pretty quickly start to run across a figure of a guy with horns on his head. you might think that this is supposed to be Satan, but in many cases, you'd be wrong: that guy is supposed to be Mosheh

in this week's Torah portion, you see, Mosheh is said to have a face that is קָרַן/qaran after spending so much time conversing with G-d. contemporary translations will say that that means Mosheh's face "glowed", but it's a very rare word, and it looks a lot like the word קֶֽרֶן/qéren, which means "horn", and so the most influential Medieval Latin translation said that Mosheh's face had "horns" instead. (the idea underlying the Hebrew seems to be that rays of light emerge from glowing things in much the same way that horns emerge from the head of a ram or an ox)

seeing this prophet with horns tacked on can be a little unsettling, and the Biblical Israelites were certainly unsettled by Mosheh's glowing face, so much so that they were afraid to even come near Mosheh at first, and Mosheh starts wearing a veil around the camp

the Israelites' fear here has many echoes down thru the ages. in 1867, in the wake of the US Civil War and the California Gold Rush, the city of San Francisco was full of poor people and disabled veterans that the rich of the city found unappealing to look at. like the Biblical Israelites, they accepted their gut emotional reaction to those around them as fact, and came to the conclusion that their neighbors were at fault for causing these untidy emotions

rather than helping their neighbors access housing, medical care, and the necessities of dignified living, the rich of San Francisco passed the first of the so-called "ugly laws", bills that essentially made it a crime to be disabled in public, with predictable disparities in treatment along class and racial lines, de facto if not de jure. in the years that followed, similar laws were passed all around the country by cities that would rather arrest people than see to their needs. the last known arrest under one of these laws would ultimately occur in Oklahoma in 1974. today, many of them are still on the books, even if they are no longer enforced

and enforced or not, the spirit that animated these laws is still very much alive. in the US, we still very much live in a society that judges people based on how they look, a society where the powerful would rather remove some people from view than build community with them, a society where some people are given the very clear message that their presence is emphatically unwanted. those on the receiving end of this message often internalize it and start to pull away — "i won't speak up in that meeting because i don't want to take up space.", "maybe i shouldn't go to that gathering; i don't want to make people uncomfortable.", "i feel like even just quietly existing i am already taking up too much space"

even G-d isn't immune from these feelings. after the business with the golden calf, G-d says, "i'm not going to go with you, in the middle of your camp. maybe i'll be in a little tent off to the side here, but i can't be at the heart of your community anymore.". this might sound like a punishment, but G-d doesn't frame it that way in Shəmot. instead, G-d says "פֶּן אֲכֶלְךָ בַּדָּֽרֶךְ/pen akhelkha badárekh/lest i end you on the way". G-d is afraid of hurting the Israelites, and so tries to withdraw. it's a protective measure, not a punishment

it's also not a solution. haSheim cannot be the Israelites' G-d without actually being there, right there, in the thick of them. the Israelites cannot learn from Mosheh how they are to live without going up and being near him, glowing face and all. we cannot build a society together if we all pull away from one another, afraid of causing messy feelings or harm, or having messy feelings of our own in reaction to each other. we have to reach out. we have to connect

this doesn't mean we will never hurt each other. we will. the relationship between G-d, Mosheh, and the Israelites, too, continues to be full of strife, tumult, and harm. in building the world we want to live in, we will step on each other's toes, we'll butt heads forcefully, we'll commit a thousand sins small and grave. but there is no other way. there is no way to build a community without community, and there is no community without tension, friction, and discomfort, because communities are made of people, and people are too rich and varied and messy and complex to snap together perfectly and seamlessly like frictionless uniform bricks in a physics exercise

we will never be perfect. we will always be fraught. coming together to run a community, shape a society, build a better world will always require compromise and generate bruised feelings. but these efforts only fail entirely if we pull away permanently, if we fully disengage

when Mosheh's face begins to glow, he does put on a veil, but, crucially, not when he is talking to G-d or to the Israelites. to be in community with others, he has to be there as his whole, disquieting self, not a covered, tamed version modulated for others' comfort. we don't read that the Israelites ever really adjusted to this — for all we know, every time the light of Mosheh's face fell on them, they felt the same tremor they felt the first time around — but they come near all the same. we have to do so too

to build a world where we all can live and flourish, we have to show up as our full selves, and be ready for others to show up as their full selves too. this work is hard, it is messy, it is uncomfortable, but it is infinitely, irreplaceably worth doing. it is the work that is before us all

shavu'a tov

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Greetings and salutations!

I am delighted that you’ve offered my wife Lyla as an option in your fluffiest smutfest! 🥳

I would be honoured to request her and the very intriguing prompt of porch swing shenanigans… pretty please with cherries on top? 😉

I have never written wlw before so please be nice to me, I have no idea if this is any good.

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Spring Lemonade

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The flowers were in bloom and the sun way out, what better way then to celebrate with lemonade.

"I can't believe you manage to land this place." You sat down next to Lyla on the porch swing overlooking the field of spring flowers, the light breeze carrying their gentle smell through the air.

She smiled, "you can thank Luanne for that, the guy that owns it like CaraCara, a lot."

You were currently staying in one of the most sort after locations in California, in the middle of spring when the prices would have been at their highest, for free. The luxury county house was a four bedroom, three bathroom haven built in the middle of nowhere surrounded by sprawling meadows of wildflowers and redwood trees.

"Thank her, I'd give her a kidney if she asked for it."

Lyla shook her head with a laugh, "I'm going to go make us some lemonade, you wanna come?"

You nodded, "hell yeah I do. Look at us, making lemonade from lemons we picked this morning, sitting on a fancy swing watching the flowers sway in the breeze, have we finally gone full cottagecore, do I see a move to the countryside in our future?"

Lyla's face split into a grin, "honestly, that sounds really nice."

"Ooooo, organic raw sugar, we have gone full cottagecore."

Lyla plucked the sugar from your hands, "do you want an organic hemp broom from Christmas? Becuase if you keep this up I'm getting you one."

You shook your head, "not really. If you juice lemons, I'll make the simple syrup." You wandered to the cupboards and got out the cutting board before stopping by the knife block and placing it in front of her with a smile. She lifted her hand off the bench and placed it under your chin, bringing you in for a kiss.

You smiled through the kiss, her strawberry lip balm making her lip soft and sweet. As she pulled away, she pecked you one last time then turned her attention back to the lemons, "Don't you have sugar to melt?"

You huffed, "you're the one that kissed me." You made the syrup while Lyla juiced the lemons and before long, the lemonade was finished and you were heading back out to the swing with your arms full.

She sat down and you poured her a cup, sitting down next to her with your own. She took a sip and sighed, "this is really nice."

You smiled, "it is, I never want to leave here."

She took your hand in hers, "we have to but judging by what Luanne said, as long as we give plenty of notice, we can come here whenever we want."

You placed the cup down and wiggled closer, your leg pressing to hers. You leaned over and pressed your lips to her neck and she sighed, tilting her head away so you could have more across to her skin as you brought one hand up to weave into her hair.

You used your other hand to take the cup from her, placing it down on the table before climbing onto her lap with your knees on either side of her. The movement caused the swing to start moving. She giggled as you spread your legs to keep your balance, "are you alright?"

You nodded, "yep, I'm fine, I can't promise I won't end up on my ass if this thing swings anymore but I'm good."

She shook her head and kissed you, one of her hands going to your upper arm while the other cupped your cheek. The kiss deepened as your hands moved to the buttons on her simple dress. You got the buttons undone and slid the dress on her shoulders while her hands grabbed the bottom of your dress and pulled it over your head.

You pulled her dress down and she lifted her hips so you could pull it off her entirely. You kissed over her collarbones while she removed your bra and your head fell back into her hands as her lips wrapped around your nipple. Her lips switched to your other breast as you unhooked her bra and dropped it on the floor.

You slid your hand along her scalp and gripped her hair, pulling her off you so you could kiss her. She moaned into your mouth as you ran your hand from the middle of her chest and into her panties, finding her wet as your fingers ran through her slit.

Her hands scrambled to get you naked, her fingers brushing your skin as she pulled your underpants off. You raised up on your knees as her hand found your body and tapped her hip for her to do the same but you both soon realised that there wasn't room.

You detached your lips from hers and tried to move so your back was facing the arms of the chair rather than the field behind you but the chair began to swing and you lost your balance, falling onto Lyla. You righted yourself and caught her eye, Lyla doing her best to keep a straight face but the corners of her lips twitched and that broke the dam as you folded over in laughter.

You did your best to compose yourself but it was no use, each time you thought you had gained control her giggles created another wave. She placed her hand on your thigh and rubbed it lovingly then helped you spin around like you were originally planning to, Lyla holding onto you as she did the same, "there you go, that wasn't so hard."

You shook your head, "I almost fell over, I could have died."

The laughter started again at your exaggeration, "oh yeah, because people die falling off of porch swings everyday."

You nodded, "yep, you don't hear about it because big swing want to keep it quite." She kissed in response and you could feel her smile against your lips. The air changed as her hand found your face and her thumb brushed your cheek, you placed your hands on her waist as you deepened the kiss and then her hand brushed your breast before finding its way to your core, his fingers going right to your clit as you inhaled sharply.

She wasted no time working you up as your lips moved against hers and her thumb found your clit as she slid two fingers inside you. You moved your hand from her waist to her face, pulling back and running your thumb over her lower lip, Lyla taking it in her mouth without a second thought.

Once she had wetted your thumb, you slid it out of her mouth, returned your lips to her, then ran your hand down her body, and she spread her legs wider as you placed your hand between them to touch her. She sighed as you rubbed her clit with your thumb, her movements on your body slowly as pleasure filled her core.

You pulled back again and looked into her half closed eyes, "let me focus on you first."

She smiled and rubbed your nose with hers, dropping her hand away, "thank you."

You smiled, "you can thank me when I'm done." She placed her hands on your shoulders and you pressed your lips to her neck as you added a finger, followed by another when she sunk her teeth into her lower lip. "Fuck you're wet."

She chuckled, "who's fault it that?"

You shook your head, "you are terrible."

She went to respond but you pressed your fingertips to her G-spot and rubbed and her breath got caught in her throat. You made tighter circles with your thumb as her mouth opened in pleasure, her head falling back as you worked her closer. With one last pass you felt her clench around her fingers and she whimpered and tugged your head back so she could kiss you.

"You can make noise you know, there's no one around for miles."

She smiled softly, "I thought you were the loud one."

You snorted in fake offence, "sure, if last night was anything to go by you're the loud one here."

She reached over and grabbed your glass off the table, the ice significantly melted, "here, you're going to need this." You finished the glass and waited for her to make her move, Lyla pushing at your shoulders, "lay back." You did as she asked, plucking a pillow so you didn't have to rest your head on the hard wood, "are you comfortable?"

You nodded, "good." She hovered over you, pressed her lips to your neck and sucked the skin. She kissed down your chest, cupping your breast in one hand while her mouth found the other. You sighed as warmth filled you, your hand coming to her head to push it down. She lifted her head with a smile, "I'm getting there."

You sighed as she made her way down your body, stopping to nip your hip. You dropped one leg off the bench, your foot landing on the floor while she lifted the other leg over her shoulder. She looked up at you with a smile and you nodded, Lyla taking that as consent for her to lick you from entrance to clit and back again.

She wrapped her lips around your clit, smiling against your skin as you let out a moan, "more please." One of her hands left your body and she circled your entrance with two fingers before sliding them inside you. She rubbed your G-spot with practised ease and you felt yourself grow closer to the edge. You weaved your hands in her hair and she added a third finger while she doubled her efforts with her mouth and then you were done, she moaned as you came around her fingers, bringing your own slowly then kissing her way up your body.

She kissed your neck, across your cheek and finally your lips and you smiled against her skin, "that was fun."

She sighed and sat up, reaching down to grab your clothes and handing them to you before getting dressed herself, "yeah, it was."

You threw on your clothes and stood up, pulling Lyla into your arms, "you wanna help me get dinner on?"

She nodded, "I'd like that." The late afternoon sun just starting to fade into the early night as you collected the cups and walked inside, heading right for the sink

Lyla came up behind you and rested her head on your shoulder, "there's a small house for sale about half an hour up the road, the kids are already doing online school and with my editing job, I don't need to go to the studio, and there's a town nearby you could work. We're still only two hours away from Charming, what do you think?"

You spun and kissed her, "I think that's a great idea."

Fin

[thanaredreamtof]

Soundtracks for threads @myriadxofxmuses

Have you ever come across a more Lana Del Rey coded pair? I haven’t. Oh my god I have been listening to her album Born to Die and so many of her songs fit our two lovebirds so well.

When I did up the moodboard for them a few weeks ago I used Taylor Swifts Style lyrics which also suits them but I think more for their modern verse. But Ethan definitely fits the “James Dean Daydream” and Felicity the “red lip classic and a tight little skirt”

But back to Lana…

When I listen to Born to Die I can picture their 1920s thread so well, Ethan zooming in some fast car, Felicity running to their hide away, all the speakeasy’s, the gun fights, the rivalry, the kisses when they are alone, the first night they met, everything everything I think it just fits them perfectly.

“Come and take a walk on the wild side

Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain

You like your girls insane, so (louder)

Choose your last words, this is the last time

'Cause you and I, we were born to die”

Also then Dark Paradise, very similar vibes but more from Felicity’s perspective I think. It really gives me the images of Felicity being unhappy in her life, and wanting things to change, and falling so hard for Ethan. “There’s no relief I see you in my sleep, and everybody’s rushing me, but I can feel you touching me”… I think that really captures how much she adores him.

“Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise

No one compares to you

I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side

Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise

No one compares to you

I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side”

And then of course summer time sadness, definitely one of her most iconic songs. Everything about this reminds me of Felicity and Ethan. If they make it to California, and she starts her new life by his side there I can see them living it up. Cruising down the coast…going out together…living on the edge, Ethan still working in his mob, with her by his side. I love it!

I love to think of how smug he’d be once he gets Felicity, on one hand because he bested James and won his game, but on the other because he does genuinely love the girl.

I'm feelin' electric tonight

Cruisin' down the coast, goin' about 99

Got my bad baby by my heavenly side

I know if I go, I'll die happy tonight

Oh, my God, I feel it in the air

Telephone wires above are sizzlin' like a snare

Honey, I'm on fire, I feel it everywhere

Nothin' scares me anymore

Kiss me hard before you go

Summertime sadness

I just wanted you to know

That baby, you the best

I hope you liked this!! I just had to get my thoughts on paper lol!

[twig---verginix]

Hi <3 Are you excited about your spotify wrapped? Do you have a spare few hours and a deep desire to spend them thinking about song lyrics? Pick the most interesting lyric from each song and make yourself a handy dandy

~prompt list~

that will bring you lasting satisfaction without having to make a uquiz question that you imagine people will be annoyed by. I highly recommend it. I've been doing this for hours.

And I’ll forget about it when I wake up late and stupid, I tried to tell the Uber driver till he tried to hit it/I tried to tell myself because I've come this far along, carrying my zombie arm to the 15th-grade prom

We understand we've been given a new covenant, a real sharp one/and we spend our days and nights gaining new appreciation of its finer points

This was how Cyrus got sent to the school where they told him he'd never be famous/and this was why Jeff, in the letters he'd write to his friend, helped develop a plan to get even

I have two big hands and a heart pumping blood/and a 1967 Colt 45 with a busted safety catch

Break the lock on my own garden gate when I get home after dark/Sit looking up at the stars outside, like teeth in the mouth of a shark

We each have our guns drawn, but neither of us wants to shoot first/We could stay like this forever. We could stay like this and never leave

And you think that it gets better, just you wait until next week/You're keeping a dark secret (but you're talking in your sleep)

And I think of you when I put on your old clothes/We don't talk all that often, who ever does/But I'll visit you soon and sing you a tune/About finding a family somewhere in the ruin

Raskolnikov felt sick, but he couldn't say why/when he saw his face reflected in his victim's twinkling eye

When I tell you that I love you, don't test my love/Accept my love, don't test my love/'Cause maybe I don't love you all that much

She hopes I'm cursed forever to sleep on a twin size mattress/In somebody's attic or basement my whole life

You stayed up to see the sun/I couldn't wait that long

I'm gonna bribe the officials, I'm gonna kill all the judges/It's gonna take you people years to recover from all of the damage

Basically, the public never responded, you were so amazingly what nobody wanted/I held tight to every scrap that I took in, but it's like it all happened when nobody was looking!

Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall/Never should have called/ but my head's to the wall and I'm lonely

But if the shoe fits, then I won't try it on/You'll be walking out early, but the show must go on/No, I know that I'm wrong/but I love how you're on my side when I cross that line

And I park in an alley and I read through the postcards you continue to send/where, as indirectly as you can, you ask what I remember. I like these torture devices from my old best friend

Turn my headphones up real loud/I don't think I need them now 'cause you stop the noise

'Cause this is the part where I shut up and let you infest my brain/Wrap your arms around my cortex, dig you in and let you drain

Try to look a little older so I can go/down to the bar, there's someone waiting to take me home

I drove home in the California dusk/I could feel the alcohol inside of me hum/Pictured the look on my stepfather's face/Ready for the bad things to come

You must fix your heart/and you must build an altar where it swells/When the storm it gains and the sky it rains/Let it flood, let it flood, let it wash away

Maybe somewhere there's a someone waiting there with a smile/And maybe there'll be a place to stop and rest awhile/And maybe you weren't meant to be just a rolling stone/And there's a road to travel on that leads me back to home

I spent this year as a ghost and I'm not sure what I'm looking for/A voice on the phone that you rarely answer anymore

And I stood there like a businessman waiting for the train/and I got ready for the future to arrive.

I know how you feel, no secrets to reveal (nobody knows me at all)/Very late at night and in the morning light (nobody knows me at all)

I'm not Robert Frost, if I wrote a poem about the weather/ it would start in my car, digging out for an hour

They're gonna clean up your looks with all the lies in the books to make a citizen out of you/because they sleep with a gun and keep an eye on you, son, so they can watch all the things you do

Regrind the lens again, and again, and again, and again, but still the picture flips/Anyone here mentions Hotel California dies before the first line clears his lips

I can see you far away as you grow and change and I stay the same/but I, I'm just like you, I've got, got no name at all

Hey, space cadet, are you still floating around that rock that you spent/so much of your life trying to get away from? (and does it at least look different from up there?)

The nights are lovely, dark, and deep/but I'll appear when you're asleep/You'll wake up with a sudden hurt/mouth and nose all full of dirt

It feels like it takes forever. It's maybe five minutes on the screen/but the horns will swell and the strings will sound when that flipped quarter hits the ground

It reaches in and tears your flesh apart as ice cold hands rip into your heart/That's if you've still got one that's left inside that cave you call a chest

I found a letter that said, "I'm sorry that you were asleep when I wrote these words down."/You'd think I ought to be used to that by now

On your birthday, you woke up/The snow was on the ground/You opened books and peeked inside/They kissed you on your crown

You can't give me back what you've taken/but you can give me something that's almost as good

Maybe you should just drink a lot less coffee and never ever watch the ten o'clock news./Maybe you should kiss someone nice, or lick a rock, or both.

Can you hear me? Are you near me? Can we pretend to leave, and then we'll meet again/ when both our cars collide?

This dream isn't feeling sweet, we're reeling through the midnight streets/and I've never felt more alone, it feels so scary getting old

I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow. I hope it bleeds all day long/Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises; we're pretty sure they're all wrong

I awoke to trees passing by at the speed of 65/Took a while to realize where I had spent the night

I won't explain or say I'm sorry/I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scars

I could lie and say to you that this would soon be over/I could lie and say I knew where we'd be waking up tomorrow

"June, July, August," she said/They stared at the summer about to fade away

Nothin' bout the way that you were treated ever seemed especially alarming til now/so you tie up your hair and you smile like it's no big deal

A voice like your father's tells you nothing good's for free/Well, that may be, but you're walking home to me

I said more photographs may come to light/I said I'm sorry, and I'm seeking help

You sing the words but don't know what it means/ to be a joke, and look, another line without a hook

And I start laughing like a child, and I mark their faces one by one/Transfiguration's gonna come for me at last and I will burn hotter than the sun

[lavendarneverlands]

🩵 Ashe’s ♥️ new album ❤️ Willson 💛

(go listen to it if you want to understand me as a person🖤 listen to Save Myself & then Moral of the Story & then Castle if you want to destroy yourself like my brand of musical taste😅 & while your at it here’s some lyrics cause I have to scream about this to someone until therapy next week😂)

Please don't fall in love with me

I'll give you almost everything, I'll melt myself to fit your mold, and carefully chip away my soul. Until there's nothing left to see. Oh, please don't fall in love with me.

I'll tell you all my secret fears, to weaponize against me, dear.

I'm just a girl with paper hands, and playing tough's my fatal scam.

You're Alice in my Wonderland, I can't keep up this fantasy.

Please take back your gifts and flowers (I can't reciprocate, you know they die anyways)

Please stop calling me your hero (I can't save myself, how do I even help out a somebody else?)

Running Out Of Time

I woke up in sheets that were laced with the scent of a stranger. Poured her a coffee, and sat on the porch in the back. I looked in the mirror, everything changes sooner or later. So, I cut my hair, even though I knew better than that. Left my bags in California, and never looked back… And I said: "I've got to go see 'bout a guy in Tennessee, and I don't care if I make it out alive. And I'm not sure if I'm in love, but it feels like freedom And my twenties are running, and running… I'm running outta time".

Pull The Plug

The monitor flickers, I've never been sicker,

You say it's fine if it's all in my mind. Oh, you look so real, but it feels like a lie,

Don't pinch me in case I'm asleep. In case you're not here, 'cause this is a dream. And we've never met, so we're not in love. In case I'm asleep, don't pull the—Don't touch me, this coma is nice. Too good to be true, so just let me lie. Down in the sheets, 'cause here we're in love. In case I'm asleep, don't pull the plug…

Cherry Trees

To be perfectly honest, I never expected to see you again. god, I'm embarrassed, it still hurts as bad as the day that you left.

All too uncanny, my misunderstanding.

So glad you look happy, but I wish you'd look at me…Carve our names in cherry trees, spray the room with cheap perfume, stay up late to watch me sleep, cut my hair to look like you, turn my stomach into knots, kiss me like you did before… I'm so sorry I forgot…You're not mine anymore.

I Wanna Love You (But I Don’t)

Just like a cashmere sweater on a dark December day, you were laying softly on my chest.

And I was someone special whenever I caught your gaze. Now I'm struggling to catch my breath.

You'll remember me just like a bad dream, but, baby, we looked so good together. And I'll remember you like you were brand new, I thought you'd stay that way forever.

I wanna love you, but I don't… I think that something went wrong. Now I don't know where I belong anymore, and I should leave you, but I won't… I've forgotten how to get back… but I remember what we had. The party's over and I know I should go. I wanna love you, but I don't.

Helter Skelter

Summertime has crystalized, ice blurring glass windowpanes. Tantalized, hypnotized, "You're happy, you're happy", they say.

Try hard as I may, think I'm losing my mind, I'm afraid. Nauseated, isolation, the ballroom was flooded by crowds. And all their mesmerized, eagle eyes watched me collapse to the ground. Under all of the haze and the gaze, I just needed a place to lie down…

Foul play at the cabaret, our bodies were covered in chills. Helter skelter in gold decanters, was melting the floor where it spilled. Let's all raise a toast to the things we love most, turning to smoke.

And if I had the chance, I’d start over again.

So, I'm not leaving the house today. I've run out of words I can say. Now nowhere feels safe anymore. I'm calling in sick to thе rest of this year.

Nothing you see herе is as it appears. I had hopes, but I don't… think I can go on with the show.

Dear Stranger,

Found the string to pull the parachute, just before I hit the ground, I stopped and thought of you. Oh, what a lovely view when you're not dying, letting go of you is terrifying.

I think the sun has parted with the clouds. They finally put their differences behind them for a while. And I can feel the heat kissing my skin. I can feel the blood rushing back in.

Hello again, dear stranger, hello again,

I hope you know I've missed ya, how have you been?

I've been pretty bad, but I am coming back, and I'll be seeing you again.

I said some things to you I did not mean. I promised more than I should have and ruined everything… But yesterday, oh, yesterday is gone… Heaven only knows the time I've lost.

I am not the same, I will not be the same again. Don't go looking for the girl you loved, her innocence is dead.

And I buried all my sin inside a casket in a grave "Here lies someone almost famous, who gave up everything".

Hornet’s Nest

I said "I love you" too soon. We were parked inside an open field. I said I needed your touch. I think I said too much…

You swallowed my gum, passed me half your cigarette.

Held the sting in my lungs.

And kicked the hornet's nest.

You made me someone, for once I was someone. And finally someone to myself.

But I started seeing your angels for demons. Now Heaven is hurting like Hell.

We'll drink the arsenic, set fire to the gardens.

…And I'll disappear with your help…

'Cause you made me someone, for once I was someone, but you made me somebody else.

Castle

Look at me now, in my castle made of glass.

Your hands are just like hammers, every touch another crack. Swing them any harder, watch my sparkling house collapse. I know I said I wanted this, but now I've come to see,

That I gave you way too much of me. You locked me up and hid the key.

Oh, you call it unrequited, while you stab me in the back. This must be love 'cause you decided it. But my blood is on your hands, it's spilling all over the rug.

You act surprised to see me lay here, tell me I've gotta clean this up. You think that time is gonna heal this, really, time is gonna heal this?

No, your time is up.

Call her a survivor or a victim. — Oh, where'd they get the nerve? — Keep using black and white on colored pages, to paint the one who's gotten hurt, but would you look at both her wings?

Is she an angel or a demon?.. Somebody better call the priest… Grab your pitchforks and your torches, start the fires, grab the horses. Let's all slay her like her beast.

I'm taking myself back. Even if I let everyone down. I don't stand a chance here. Finally I'm saving myself.

I hope you die first

I'll quit smoking every day, and I'll stop flying in airplanes. Yeah, I'll get inventive, I've got incentive, you make me want to change.

Don't you worry about me, we'll throw you a big ol' party. Then I'll light one up for you, and I will see you soon.

I don't wanna die before you, promise I'll be right behind, but I should be there to hold your hand.

It's already been decided, I'll be here to say, "Goodbye".

Honey, I want you to understand, for better or for worse, I really hope you die first.

I don't wanna say this, but, if I don't make it… Please don't rush for me… I'll be waiting.

Devil Herself

If I committed murder, you would've been my alibi. Woulda helped bury the body in the darkness of the night. Told the cops that I was sick in our bedroom the whole time. Moved us outta state and started a brand new life.

And, if I was a pyromaniac, you would've fetched the gasoline. Handed me the matchsticks to burn down everything. You would've told insurance agents it happened accidentally. Swept up all the ashes, and bought another house for me.

I knew what I was doing, gave you something to believe. I was gathering the harvest, had you raking up the leaves. I was feeding you the apple, you were swallowing the seeds. You were Adam in the garden, but your ribs were made of me.

Now you're not the same anymore (You're not the same). How do we go back to before? When you'd sell your soul to the Devil herself? I can tell you're not yourself (No, you're not yourself)…

'Cause I fell in love with someone else.

(She fell in love with someone—)…

Ashe

I'm learning to like myself for the first time.

Tryna rewrite all the stories that I’ve told,

Everyone thought I had it all together, now my fair-weather friends are gone with the cold…

And I hadn't addressed the shame, I confess, it was eating me alive.

If you bury something so deep underneath all the laughter and the lies,

Guess nobody will believe you when you finally ask for help.

I've been crying wolf еvery day for a while now… I’ve been tеlling you I'm okay for a while now…

I'm outrunning the past, but it all has to catch up with the times… If I was faster, then I could pass the finish line.

And if none of this lasts, then I can't grasp the reasons that we try.

Will it matter when we all turn to ash? Will any of this matter? Will any of us matter in the end?