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All Time Low - Tell Me I’m Alive, traduzione testi

Cerchiamoci un parco dove andare a seccare una bottiglia

È un buon inizio se c’è la scintilla

Accendi questo cuore ghiacciato

Però tesoro, non piangere per me

(da: Tell Me I’m Alive)

1. All Time Low – Tell Me I’m Alive, traduzione

Dimmi che sono vivo

Mi hanno appena aggredito in un vicolo

“La vita è troppo corta”: attacco rissa col buttafuori di un baretto in valle

Ho un paio di lividi e i segni di un morso sul labbro per aver baciato i vampiri

Cerchiamoci un parco dove andare a seccare una bottiglia

È un buon inizio se c’è la scintilla

Accendi questo cuore ghiacciato

Però tesoro, non piangere per me

Sono incasinato, sono incosciente

Faccio cazzate per colazione

La mia vita è un disastro

Faccio fuori gli stipendi

Nel weekend questi amici da quattro soldi mi fanno fare le cose peggiori

Adesso affogo, sprofondo

Che bello provare qualcosa

E io, io voglio volare, voglio bruciare

Voglio morire per delle emozioni forti che uccidono e mi dicono che sono vivo

Ho venduto l’anima al diavolo per un pacchetto di light e una notte passata in cella da tenere come ricordo

Due X sulle mani e un braccialetto dell’ospedale

Nessuno può dire che non ci ho dato dentro

Cerchiamoci un parco dove andare a seccare una bottiglia

È un buon inizio se c’è la scintilla

Accendi questo cuore ghiacciato

Però tesoro, non piangere per me

Sono incasinato, sono incosciente

Faccio cazzate per colazione

La mia vita è un disastro

Faccio fuori gli stipendi

Nel weekend questi amici da quattro soldi mi fanno fare le cose peggiori

Adesso affogo, sprofondo

Che bello provare qualcosa

E io, io voglio volare, voglio bruciare

Voglio morire per delle emozioni forti che uccidono e mi dicono

Io, io voglio volare, voglio bruciare

Voglio morire per delle emozioni forti che uccidono e mi dicono

Versami un altro bicchiere e baciami come se non ci fosse un domani

Voglio fare un figlio con te

Trasferiamoci a Toronto

Spariamo dalla faccia della terra

Tanto siamo tutti destinati a morire

Però tesoro, almeno ci abbiamo provato

Dimmi che sono vivo

Dimmi che va tutto bene

Dimmi che sono vivo, e riportami in vita

2. All Time Low – Modern Love, traduzione

Amore moderno

Ma guardati: strafattissimo

Cosa direbbe tua madre?

Una regina assassina che pianta una scena

Senza un prezzo da pagare

Un amo piantato in bocca che mi fa pendere da ogni tua parola

Quegli altri ragazzi, queste altre ragazze tanto non contano nulla

La abbandono in fretta la barca

Tutto preso dal “gusto della settimana” per adesso

Ma ti porto a casa mia stasera, anche solo per il gusto di farlo

Stacy, per favore, sto soffocando

L’infatuazione mi strozza

Tu sei ossessionata dalla droga e dalle uscite

L’amore moderno è troppo complicato

Il punto non è quello

Non dura nessuno dopo la luna di miele

Perché provare a restituire qualcosa se c’è la possibilità di perdere?

Dal rosso al blu, vedilo per quello che è

Inseguire lo sballo o vivere in una bugia

Un po’ come hanno fatto i tuoi

Ma ti porto a casa mia stasera

Stacy, per favore, sto soffocando

L’infatuazione mi strozza

Tu sei ossessionata dalla droga e dalle uscite

L’amore moderno è troppo complicato

Continuiamo a fare il giro

La giostra per noi non si ferma

Mordimi il labbro e fammi girare più veloce

L’amore moderno è un meraviglioso disastro

Ma guardati: strafattissimo

Cosa direbbe tua madre?

Una regina assassina che pianta una scena

Senza un prezzo da pagare

Un amo piantato in bocca che mi fa pendere da ogni tua parola

Quegli altri ragazzi, queste altre ragazze tanto non contano nulla

Ma guardati: strafattissimo

Cosa direbbe tua madre?

Una regina assassina che pianta una scena

Senza un prezzo da pagare

Un amo piantato in bocca che mi fa pendere da ogni tua parola

Quegli altri ragazzi, queste altre ragazze tanto non contano nulla

La abbandono in fretta la barca

Tutto preso dal “gusto della settimana” per adesso

Ti porto a casa mia stasera, anche solo per il gusto di farlo

Stacy, per favore, stiamo soffocando

Stanchi di tutta la droga e le uscite

Alla fine è meno devastante restarsene a casa a masturbarsi

Stacy, per favore, sto soffocando

L’infatuazione mi strozza

Davvero ossessionata dalla droga e dalle uscite

L’amore moderno è troppo complicato

Continuiamo a fare il giro

La giostra per noi non si ferma

Mordimi il labbro e fammi girare più veloce

L’amore moderno è un meraviglioso

L’amore moderno è un meraviglioso disastro

3. All Time Low – Are You There?, traduzione

Ci sei?

Bella merda la solitudine

Ti distrugge quando senti che ti pizzica

E ti senti perso in una stanza piena di gente

Perché tu non hai nessuno, e nessuno ha te

Adesso ti senti vuoto

Sei in attesa di qualcuno

Mica l’amore della tua vita

Basta qualcuno che ti faccia passare questa notte

A chi ti rivolgi quando hai finito la droga e sono le tre del mattino e ti sta scendendo tutta?

I tuoi amici dormono tutti quanti perché stanno tutti quanti bene

E tu hai bisogno di qualcuno

Ma non vuoi dire “ci sei? Ci sei?”

(Hai bisogno di qualcuno?)

(Hai bisogno…?)

Puoi metterti in salvo dal sole del mattino

Quando ti svegli che stai bene ma poi crolli

Poi rifinisci a fare sempre il solito giochetto

Ti trovi una faccia tutta nuova con un nome diverso

Adesso ti senti vuoto

Sei in attesa di qualcuno

Mica l’amore della tua vita

Basta qualcuno che ti faccia passare questa notte

A chi ti rivolgi quando hai finito la droga e sono le tre del mattino e ti sta scendendo tutta?

I tuoi amici dormono tutti quanti perché stanno tutti quanti bene

E tu hai bisogno di qualcuno

Ma non vuoi dire “ci sei? Ci sei?”

(Hai bisogno di qualcuno?)

Alla fine ti sei sentito vuoto

In attesa di qualcuno

Mica l’amore della tua vita

Basta qualcuno che ti faccia passare questa notte

Da solo, in attesa di qualcuno

Mica l’amore della tua vita

Basta qualcuno che ti faccia passare questa notte

A chi ti rivolgi quando hai finito la droga e sono le tre del mattino e ti sta scendendo tutta?

I tuoi amici dormono tutti quanti perché stanno tutti quanti bene

E tu hai bisogno di qualcuno

Ma non vuoi dire “ci sei? Ci sei? Ci sei?”

(Hai bisogno di qualcuno?)

4. All Time Low – Sleepwalking, traduzione

Sonnambulo

Mi sento un sonnambulo quando tu non ci sei

Che peccato, che peccato, che peccato

Tutto molto divertente finché a un certo punto non vuoi puoi giocare

Scappa, scappa, scappa

È facile da vedere, ma più difficile da dire

Tu hai in mente qualcos’altro

Io sono una foto che ti è rimasta sulla mensola

Il sogno è una bugia, mi ripeto

Mi sento un sonnambulo quando tu non ci sei

Sono sveglio, ma sento che c’è qualcosa che non va

Resto a letto e alla fine passa un anno intero

Svegliami quando finisce

Mi sento un sonnambulo quando tu non ci sei

Il cervello che non sente più niente a forza di medicine

Tipo un sogno in cui non ti funzionano i piedi

Immobile, paralizzato

Mi sento un sonnambulo quando tu non ci sei

Ho preso un volo per la West Coast

Mi sono addormentato al finestrino

All’improvviso sento il corpo che precipita nelle visioni di te che te ne vai con qualcun altro

Io sono una foto che ti è rimasta sulla mensola

E il sogno è una bugia, mi ripeto

Mi sento un sonnambulo quando tu non ci sei

Sono sveglio, ma sento che c’è qualcosa che non va

Resto a letto e alla fine passa un anno intero

Svegliami quando finisce

Mi sento un sonnambulo quando tu non ci sei

Il cervello che non sente più niente a forza di medicine

Tipo un sogno in cui non ti funzionano i piedi

Immobile, paralizzato

Mi sento un sonnambulo quando tu non ci sei

Che peccato, che peccato, che peccato

Tutto molto divertente finché a un certo punto non vuoi puoi giocare

Scappa, scappa, scappa

Mi sento un sonnambulo quando tu non ci sei

Sono sveglio, ma sento che c’è qualcosa che non va

Resto a letto e alla fine passa un anno intero

Svegliami quando finisce

Mi sento un sonnambulo quando tu non ci sei

Il cervello che non sente più niente a forza di medicine

Tipo un sogno in cui non ti funzionano i piedi

Immobile, paralizzato

Mi sento un sonnambulo quando tu non ci sei

5. All Time Low – Calm Down, traduzione

Calmati

È veramente un mondo matto

Poi vieni a dirmi di non prendermela

È veramente un mondo triste

Poi vieni a dirmi di farci sopra una risata

La cosa divertente è che sono io quello col sangue freddo

Va tutto bene se fai finta

Viva il casino, alleluia

Ma io sto per sclerare

Non venirmi a dire di calmarmi, a dire di calmarmi

Mi fa impazzire che tu non stai impazzendo

Non venirmi a dire che andrà tutto bene, anche se c’hai ragione

Mi fa impazzire, non venirmi a dire di calmarmi

È veramente un mondo matto

Ci provo a non incazzarmi

Veramente di cattivo umore

Magari dovrei farmi un tiro

Qualsiasi sia il giorno avrei bisogno di un abbraccio tipo orsacchiotto di peluche

Adesso c’è la stanza che va a fuoco, ho bisogno di aria

Viva il casino, alleluia

Un pensiero e una preghiera – e quindi? Ma chi se ne frega?

Non venirmi a dire di calmarmi, a dire di calmarmi

Mi fa impazzire che tu non stai impazzendo

Non venirmi a dire che andrà tutto bene, anche se c’hai ragione

Mi fa impazzire, non venirmi a dire di calmarmi

Non venirmi a dire, non venirmi a dire di calmarmi

Non venirmi a dire, no, non venirmi a dire di calmarmi

Mi aggiro per questo sogno delirante in sottomarini di microplastiche

Il tuo corpo non è tuo, a quanto pare

Che cazzo sta succedendo?

Non venirmi a dire di calmarmi, a dire di calmarmi

Mi fa impazzire che tu non stai impazzendo

Non venirmi a dire che andrà tutto bene, anche se c’hai ragione

Mi fa impazzire, non venirmi a dire di calmarmi

Non venirmi a dire, non venirmi a dire di calmarmi

Non venirmi a dire, no, non venirmi a dire di calmarmi

6. All Time Low – English Blood // American Heartache, traduzione

Sangue inglese // Crepacuore americano

Ho scelto il posto giusto al momento sbagliato

Ho fatto una promessa che sarebbe andato tutto bene

Ho un lungo elenco di tutte queste bugie conclamate che mi racconto per tirare avanti

Ho scritto un disco per far splendere il sole

Qualsiasi cosa mi aiuti ad aiutarti a dormire ogni notte

Non prendertela col mio sangue inglese per questo crepacuore americano

Spedisco a casa delle cartoline da tutti i miei “ultimi errori”

Magari mi sono perso per strada lungo il cammino

Se sono irrecuperabile, è una cosa che fa parte di me

Non prendertela col mio sangue inglese per questo crepacuore americano

Mi spavento quando mi sballo troppo

Un po’ teso quando sono triste e non riesco a piangere

Mi sa che sono a pezzi, ma non so perché

Mi esce il sangue dal naso?

Voglio urlare fino a far scoppiare i polmoni

Voglio vederti con sù la mia vecchia maglietta

Voglio scopare fino a non sentire più il dolore

“È una cosa passeggera”

(“Ehm, quale cosa?”)

Non prendertela col mio sangue inglese per questo crepacuore americano

Spedisco a casa delle cartoline da tutti i miei “ultimi errori”

Magari mi sono perso per strada lungo il cammino

Se sono irrecuperabile, è una cosa che fa parte di me

Non si può cambiare la persona che ero

E tu sai perfettamente cos’ho passato

Ma io so che persona sono

E la persona che sono mi basta

Non si può cambiare la persona che ero

E tu sai perfettamente cos’ho passato

Ma io so che persona sono

E la persona che sono mi basta

Non prendertela col mio sangue inglese per questo crepacuore americano

Spedisco a casa delle cartoline da tutti i miei “ultimi errori”

Magari mi ritroverò lungo il cammino

So che fa parte di me

Non prendertela col mio sangue inglese per questo crepacuore americano

7. All Time Low – The Sound of Letting Go, traduzione

La canzone per lasciarsi tutto alle spalle

I miei demoni mi seguono ovunque vada

Vogliono ricordarmi tutti i giorni che non comando io

E io vorrei che prendessero e andassero a farsi una vita

Perché ho bisogno sì di compagnia, ma non che mi infanghino

Ho la testa per aria, la mente per aria

Perdo la strada di accesso

Cerco un modo per riavvolgere il nastro

Eliminare i disturbi, ricominciare

Ecco la canzone per lasciarsi tutto alle spalle che suona dallo stereo

Falla partire quando ti senti triste

Tieni: una canzone per dimenticarti di tutta la roba che ti tiene in ostaggio

Tu scrollatela di dosso

Il mio migliore amico dice che ho bisogno di trovarmi qualcosa di nuovo

Ma non so da dove cominciare, perché vedo solo te

Mia mamma ha detto che un giorno le cose si sistemeranno

E io lo so, lo so che diceva sul serio, perché lei se la passa benone

Ho la testa per aria, la mente per aria

Perdo la strada di accesso

Cerco un modo per riavvolgere il nastro

Eliminare i disturbi, ricominciare

Ecco la canzone per lasciarsi tutto alle spalle che suona dallo stereo

Falla partire quando ti senti triste

Tieni: una canzone per dimenticarti di tutta la roba che ti tiene in ostaggio

Tu scrollatela di dosso

Urla con tutta l’aria che hai nei polmoni come se non ci fosse un domani

Quando non riesci a sovrastare il rumore di fondo, te ne devi dimenticare

Ecco la canzone per lasciarsi tutto alle spalle che suona dallo stereo

Falla partire quando ti senti triste

Tieni: una canzone per dimenticarti di tutta la roba che ti tiene in ostaggio

Tu scrollatela di dosso

Ecco la canzone per lasciarsi tutto alle spalle, la canzone per lasciarsi tutto alle spalle

8. All Time Low – New Religion, traduzione

Nuova religione

Voglio adorare solo te, mia nuova religione

Non mi sono mai considerato un credente

Ma qui stanotte io credo in te

Abbiamo scacciato i demoni ballando a forza di tequila

Sotto le luci tu mi rivelavi una verità

Che il tuo sudore è la mia acqua santa

(Ne annegherei in un oceano)

E i tuoi fianchi sono l’unico altare

(Mi inginocchio pensando che…)

Ho trovato Dio e insieme abbiamo trovato il paradiso sul pavimento di camera tua

Sei la mia, la mia nuova religione

È passato davvero troppo tempo dall’ultima volta che mi sono confessato sul pavimento di camera tua

Sei la mia, la mia, la mia, la mia, la mia nuova religione

Voglio adorare solo te, mia nuova religione

Non è mica la Bibbia, no, ma che ci posso fare?

Mentirei se dicessi che non muoio dalla voglia di adorare te

Non ho nessun problema a farmi salvare

Non la metto mica in dubbio la mia fede

Potrebbe essere un peccato desiderarti

Ma ancora peggio allontanarsi

Perché il tuo sudore è la mia acqua santa

(Ne annegherei in un oceano)

E i tuoi fianchi sono l’unico altare

(Mi inginocchio pensando che…)

Ho trovato Dio e insieme abbiamo trovato il paradiso sul pavimento di camera tua

Sei la mia, la mia nuova religione

È passato davvero troppo tempo dall’ultima volta che mi sono confessato sul pavimento di camera tua

Sei la mia, la mia, la mia, la mia, la mia nuova religione

Voglio adorare solo te, mia nuova religione

Nuova religione, voglio adorare solo te, mia nuova religione

Ho trovato Dio e insieme abbiamo trovato il paradiso sul pavimento di camera tua

Sei la mia, la mia nuova religione

È passato davvero troppo tempo dall’ultima volta che mi sono confessato sul pavimento di camera tua

Sei la mia, la mia, la mia, la mia, la mia nuova religione

Voglio adorare solo te, mia nuova religione

Nuova religione, voglio adorare solo te, mia nuova religione

9. All Time Low – The Way You Miss Me, traduzione

Il fatto di mancarti

Odio il fatto di mancarti

Hai detto che succede ogni volta così

Eh, sì, sarebbe proprio questo il punto

Non possiamo continuare così, continuare così

Anche quando stiamo bene non c’è mai niente che va bene

Però continuiamo così, continuiamo così

Come se un giorno cambieremo entrambi e avrà tutto un senso, tesoro

Vedrai, credimi

Adesso vieni a sederti qui

Metti qui le mani

Non sto cercando di dire che non voglio rimanere qui

Semplicemente so come va a finire questa storia

Usa il mio corpo contro di me e tutta la nostra storia

Odio il fatto di mancarti

Siamo alla terza bottiglia di vino ormai

Ho la tua lingua sulla mia

Continuiamo a fare così, a fare così, eh?

Io ci proverei anche ad andarmene, ma tu troveresti il modo di farmi cambiare idea

E di mettermi in testa il dubbio che magari…

…un giorno magari cambierò e avrà tutto un senso, tesoro

Vedrai, credimi

Adesso vieni a sederti qui

Metti qui le mani

Non sto cercando di dire che non voglio rimanere qui

Semplicemente so come va a finire questa storia

Usa il mio corpo contro di me e tutta la nostra storia

Odio il fatto di mancarti

Odio il fatto, il fatto di mancarti

Non sto cercando di dire che non voglio rimanere qui

Semplicemente so come va a finire questa storia

Usa il mio corpo contro di me e tutta la nostra storia

Odio il fatto di mancarti

Non sto cercando di dire che non voglio rimanere qui

Semplicemente so come va a finire questa storia

Usa il mio corpo contro di me e tutta la nostra storia

Odio il fatto di mancarti

Odio il fatto, il fatto di mancarti

Non sto cercando di dire che non voglio rimanere qui

Semplicemente so come va a finire questa storia

Usa il mio corpo contro di me e tutta la nostra storia

Odio il fatto di mancarti

10. All Time Low – I’d Be Fine (If I Never Saw You Again), traduzione

Starei bene (se non ti rivedessi mai più)

Io so che starei bene se non ti rivedessi mai più

Fa niente, sto bene

Non è certo difficile fingere

Sto bene

Non c’è nessuno come te

Quanto odio il fatto che mi piaci

Ma quando sono dentro di te, non c’è niente che non farei

Ci provo a resistere, ma è semplicemente inutile

Il tuo polso delicato mi ha stretto il collo in un cappio

E io sparisco, sparisco, sparisco, sparisco lontanissimo

Già, tu non mi fai bene per nulla, per nulla, per nulla

Io so che starei bene se non ti rivedessi mai più

Fa niente, sto bene

Non è certo difficile fingere

Ho cento voci diverse nella testa

E mi dicono tutte quante che non ho bisogno di te come un tempo

Io so che starei bene se non ti rivedessi mai più

Finché poi non ti rivedo

E non verserò una sola lacrima per la morte di noi, mia cara

Finché il sangue che ho sulle mani non combacerà con la faccia che vedo allo specchio

E tutto quanto mi fa ripensare a te, mi fa ripensare a te

Io so che starei bene se non ti rivedessi mai più

Fa niente, sto bene

Non è certo difficile fingere

Ho cento voci diverse nella testa

E mi dicono tutte quante che non ho bisogno di te come un tempo

Io so che starei bene se non ti rivedessi mai più

Finché poi non ti rivedo

11. All Time Low – Kill Ur Vibe, traduzione

Rovinarti l’atmosfera

È domenica mattina

Ho lasciato sù troppo il bollitore, sta venendo fuori tutto

Ero finito in un’altra dimensione cercando di scrivere ‘sta canzone

Tu dici che faccio il tragico

Io dico “non sono capace di mentire

Tu hai la magia

Scusa se ti rovino l’atmosfera”

Tu sei sempre lì a ridere e a dirmi di ripigliarmi

C’è sempre brutto tempo qua dentro

I bei tempi sono finiti

Ma tu trovi comunque il modo di continuare a sorridere

È lo spettacolo più bello

Ma di’ un po’, qual è il tuo segreto?

È come se sapessi qualcosa che io non so

Son rimasto lì seduto a perdere tempo

Ho il telefono scarico dalle 3:05

Gran classicone, no?, guardare cartoni animati in bianco e nero

Tu mi sopporti

Sinceramente, sto solo cercando di trovare il modo perfetto per scusarmi se ti rovino l’atmosfera

Tu sei sempre lì a ridere e a dirmi di ripigliarmi

C’è sempre brutto tempo qua dentro

I bei tempi sono finiti

Ma tu trovi comunque il modo di continuare a sorridere

È lo spettacolo più bello

Ma di’ un po’, qual è il tuo segreto?

È come se sapessi qualcosa che io non so

Direi che spero che tu sappia, spero che tu sappia che ci sto provando, provando a tenere assieme tutto quanto

In un mondo che ci vuole fare tutti a pezzi

Tu hai detto “Non ci provare neanche

Tu non mi mandi via nemmeno se ci provi

Io sono il posto più sicuro in cui potrai mai pensare di nasconderti

Perché sono dalla tua parte

E so che tu sei dalla mia, anche quando mi rovini l’atmosfera, anche quando mi rovini l’atmosfera”

Tu sei sempre lì a ridere e a dirmi di ripigliarmi

Non fa poi così brutto tempo qua dentro

I bei tempi sono più vicini

Tu trovi comunque il modo di farmi sorridere

Sei proprio di grande ispirazione

Ma di’ un po’, qual è il tuo segreto?

È come se sapessi qualcosa che io non so

12. All Time Low – The Other Side, traduzione

L’altro lato

Novembre

Nessuna traccia del tuo profumo

Nessuna prova che ci sei

Mi ricordo le mie dita fra i tuoi capelli

Il calore sprigionato dal tuo sguardo

Sono in cucina, me la spasso a una festa

In fondo al canyon

Ballo con chiunque

In quel momento entri tu mano nella mano con un tipo nuovo

Questa cosa mi uccide

Ma ci salutiamo quando arrivi e anche quando te ne vai

E io giuro che intanto sono morto mille volte

Beh, come si sta ad aver raggiunto l’altro capo della fase in cui ti lasci il passato alle spalle e volti pagina?

Non so perché ci sto mettendo così tanto io

Eh, magari tu puoi dirmi come si sta all’altro capo

Un’estate crudele

Quella primavera è passata troppo in fretta, prima di quel disastro di giugno

Risucchiato in pieno

Pensavo che sarebbe cambiata la marea

Ma ormai sei un’estranea

Sono in cucina, me la spasso a una festa

In fondo al canyon

Ballo con chiunque

In quel momento entri tu mano nella mano con un tipo nuovo

Questa cosa mi uccide

Ma ci salutiamo quando arrivi e anche quando te ne vai

E io giuro che intanto sono morto mille volte

Beh, come si sta ad aver raggiunto l’altro capo della fase in cui ti lasci il passato alle spalle e volti pagina?

Non so perché ci sto mettendo così tanto io

Eh, magari tu puoi dirmi come si sta all’altro capo

Ci salutiamo quando arrivi e anche quando te ne vai

E io giuro che intanto sono morto mille volte

Beh, come si sta ad aver raggiunto l’altro capo della fase in cui ti lasci il passato alle spalle e volti pagina?

Non so perché ci sto mettendo così tanto io

Eh, magari tu puoi dirmi come si sta all’altro capo

13. All Time Low – Lost Along the Way, traduzione

Perso lungo la strada

Possiamo ricominciare da capo questo disco?

Possiamo usare dei colori diversi?

Possiamo rivangare il giardino e cominciare da capo?

Voglio strappare tutte le pagine di questo libro che ho da secoli

Perché le parole che sto leggendo non hanno alcun senso

Solitario e confinato

Ho perso la strada e ho perso la testa

Le pareti mi si stringono addosso

Nuoto in mezzo alla pioggia solare

Lavato via il sale e la vergogna

Mi metto in contatto, ma tu riesci a trovarmi adesso?

Ci vediamo dove si scontrano le stelle

La Via Lattea è nostra stanotte

Hai una forza di gravità troppo forte per me

Ho fatto tutta questa strada per trovarti qui

Ho illuminato l’atmosfera

E indietro non si torna, ma va bene così

Mi sono perso lungo la strada

Adesso il tempo trascorre più piano

Il morale diventa più basso

L’afflusso di sangue è musica per le mie vene

Giro nelle tenebre

Il lato oscuro del mio cuore che batte pianissimo è l’unico modo per ricominciare

Sono solitario e confinato

Ho perso la strada e ho perso la testa

Le pareti mi si stringono addosso

Nuoto in mezzo alla pioggia solare

Sciolgo il sale e la vergogna

Mi metto in contatto, ma tu riesci a trovarmi adesso?

Ci vediamo dove si scontrano le stelle

La Via Lattea è nostra stanotte

Hai una forza di gravità troppo forte per me

Ho fatto tutta questa strada per trovarti qui

Ho illuminato l’atmosfera

E indietro non si torna, ma va bene così

Mi sono perso lungo la strada

Non c’è modo di tornare dove sei tu

Non vedo altro oltre a questa stella morente

Sei circondata da nuvole stellari ora

E io mi sento davvero perso senza di te

Cado giù dal precipizio

Orizzonte degli eventi, eclissi totale

Sei circondata da nuvole stellari ora

E io mi sento davvero perso senza di te

Mi sento davvero perso senza di te

Ci vediamo dove si scontrano le stelle

La Via Lattea è nostra stanotte

Hai una forza di gravità troppo forte per me

E ho fatto tutta questa strada per trovarti qui

Ho illuminato l’atmosfera

E indietro non si torna, ma va bene così

Mi sono perso lungo la strada

E ho fatto tutta questa strada per trovarti qui

Ho illuminato l’atmosfera

So che indietro non posso tornare, ma va bene così

Mi sono perso lungo la strada

#all time low #tell me i'm alive #modern love #are you there?#sleepwalking #calm down #english blood american heartache #the sound of letting go #new religion #the way you miss me #i'd be fine if i never saw you again #kill ur vibe #the other side #lost along the way

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ablogformyart · 6 months ago

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diamond painting: lyrics ↳ “english blood // american heartache" by all time low (may 2024)

#what is going on with those w's man #diamond painting #all time low #all time low lyrics #atl lyrics #english blood // american heartache #english blood // american heartache lyrics #atl art #all time low art #tell me i'm alive lyrics #tmia lyrics #atl diamond painting #all time low diamond painting #art #may 2024

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spinningintheshadows · 4 months ago

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“I’m gay!” “I’m straight” I get scared when I get too high, a little nervous when I’m sad and can’t cry. I think I’m broken but I don’t know why is my nose bleeding. I wanna scream til my lungs don’t work. I wanna see you in my old t shirt. I wanna fuck until the pain don’t hurt, it’s temporary.

#all time low #all time low lyrics #I’m sorry I had to do it #English blood // American Heartache is my jam rn sorry

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arguablysomaya · 1 year ago

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some calligraphy practice with a song i’ve been listening to

#shut up somaya #somaya’s sketches #all time low #english blood // american heartache

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impulsivedecisionsat3am · 9 months ago

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ooh shit

your last words before you die are the 3rd line of the last song you listened to. what are we saying ladies?

#from english blood // american heartache by all time low

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sebastianswallows · 3 months ago

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The English Client — Forty

— PAIRING: Tom Riddle x F!Reader

— SYNOPSIS: The year is 1952. Tom is working for Borgin and Burkes. He is sent to Rome to acquire three ancient books of magic by any means necessary. One in particular proves challenging to reach, and the only path forward is through a pretty, young bookseller. A foreigner like him, she lives alone, obsessed with her work... until Tom comes into her life.

— WARNINGS: angst, fluff

— WORDCOUNT: 3.4k

— A/N: Here it is 💚 Finally at an end. Thank you to everyone who's been following this fic, and thanks again to @localravenclaw for requesting it for @esolean. It was a great adventure taking this story from prompt up to this point. It's been almost one year to the day since I started writing it, so it is fitting that the final chapter is posted now. I hope you all enjoy it!✨

— TAGLIST: @esolean @localravenclaw @slytherins-heir @thiefofthecrowns

Tom was on a train, riding back to England. It wasn’t a dream anymore. His cabin seemed more comfortable than it did last time and the view outside was decidedly serene. There was no sign of the chaos that was unfolding back in Italy.

A warrant had been issued for Ambrogio Oso and the Swiss authorities fell under criticism for their obstinate lack of cooperation. The Italian police were convinced he’d struck a bargain with someone so that he would not face extradition. He was clearly connected with the Roman underground and old rumours of his involvement with the Mafia surfaced once more. Since the conflict involved the French-speaking part of Switzerland — Oso was said to have settled in Geneva — the Swiss asked for mediation from France, who delegated Mr. Jean Monnet to solve the issue. An evening paper in Rome described it as “an underhanded excuse to leverage the authority of the ECSC”, of which Italy was a member but not a more important one than France. This opened the door for all manner of political and economic experts to weigh in and stoke the already bubbling dissatisfaction with the ECSC as a whole.

Support for law enforcement in Italy was already wavering and the amount of resources being wasted to chase the suspect in the murder of a controversial aristocrat was seen as an insult to the public in a time of economic strife. The exchange rate with most foreign currencies, especially the dollar, remained pitiful, which no doubt contributed to the influx of spoilt and noisy Americans among other undesirables. The fiery murder of Baron Agarda at the hand of either an elderly employee or — the second most likely suspect — a young French national with a record of public indecency, was considered an act of divine intervention either way.

It amused Tom, thinking back now to how keen the inspector was to resolve the case specifically because of his yearning for public approval. He bit his lip to keep from chuckling as he read the Corriere Della Sera. Perhaps he would clip the article and keep it as a memento of his fun little vacation.

He had a moment of compassion for Donatien… Fleeing to Switzerland in the hope of reuniting with his erstwhile protector and would-be sponsor, Ambrogio. As soon as the boy was seen standing outside Casa Ur that day, the Carabinieri knew they had their man. Tom had only helped them confirm it. He so loved hot-headed people, their brains as soft as pudding. And it had certainly taught him a new respect for the art of invisibility. Of course, him planting Donatien’s ring with the bloodied clothes of Clement probably had more to do with it.

He sighed in quiet satisfaction and placed the paper aside. Before him sat the cursed book, the cause of all that trouble. The intrigue, the heartache, betrayal, and death. He supposed it was only fitting. Books like that had a destiny, and a price, and the will of their maker prevailed above the petty wants of their mortal caretakers. It just so happened that the price of the Delomelanicon was not gold or silver or banknotes, but blood… and a couple of souls.

The view outside his window never changed. They had crossed a frozen Italy softly veiled in white and now he couldn’t say exactly where they were. Maybe it was France already. He could see frozen vineyards in the distance and a crown of crows above. There was a light over everything spreading like spilt milk but it came from nowhere, no moon, no sun, as if the very sky was a gaping hole revealing a void of white. Perhaps there was a sea of souls behind that firmament and only in days as cold as this would they appear… But Tom could never count himself among their number. He had made sure of it, in more ways than one.

He could only imagine the furore that was to come in the magical community among those in the know once Burke let spread the word he had the book. Buyers will be crawling over each other like beasts in a pit, and it would likely fall to Tom to skin the price off of their monstrous backs. What’s another heirloom or two compared to sacred knowledge? Yes, he would not let this opportunity pass him by, not after everything he’d been through… And he knew of more than one collector who would part with precious relics for a chance to own that book. After all, demonic tomes that the Ministry knew nothing of had many uses for many wizards, and he intended to milk those amateurs for everything they had. Perhaps, he amused himself, he might get Mr. Malfoy to pay for it again — and no forged folds of muggle bills this time… Tom estimated he might even squeeze three Horcrux-worthy items from the old fool.

“What are you grinning about?”

“Just thinking of all the things we’ll get up to in London.”

“No, no, it wasn’t that kind of a grin.”

“Oh, was it not? What kind was it, then?”

She smiled and, like a cluster of writhing snakes, uncoiled to leave her nest of fur and scarves behind and join him on his side of the cabin. Tom kept her comfortable and warm, weaving around her soothing spells of warm fumes that smelled like her favourite tea and conjuring for her the most luxurious and soft accoutrements. After all, she would find precious little of any of it in London, especially in his cheap one-bedroom flat. And as a reward, she pinched his cheeks and ruffled his hair and smiled with love and adoration at him.

“That was a very bad idea kind of grin,” she said.

“So? It’s not like I ever got us in trouble before.”

“You mean aside from theft and murder and giving false statements to the Carabinieri?”

“Those, I’ll remind you, are exactly the sort of things that got us out of trouble.”

“And breaking my heart?”

“That was only temporary…”

“Well, you certainly made it seem not-so-temporary.”

“Thank you.”

“Not a compliment,” she grumbled.

Tom reached up and grabbed the back of her head, her hair soft beneath his fingers, and pulled her in for a kiss.

She understood why he’d done all of that. He knew she did… It was imperative that the Carabinieri have no idea they were together, especially if he wanted to make the inspector think he had been Donatien’s lover. He explained everything to her as he helped her hurriedly pack in the middle of the night before they made for the train station. It had been hours before she believed him but with that morning’s newspapers in their hands, she slowly accepted that Tom had done all of it for her. The lies he wove, once she saw them brought to completion, made as much sense to her as they must’ve done to the Carabinieri. An aristocrat running an underground network for rich old perverts, an illegal book trade, payments made in the form of boy flesh, love affairs and subtle murder, it was all easier to believe than magic and demonic books.

And although it hurt Tom to paint Ambrogio as the hero, he had to admit it was a neat little plan. It certainly worked well to draw suspicion away from her. The foolish inspector was only too eager to believe that a delicate lady like her would never hurt a soul. Of course, Tom knew better — poor Clement. She, however, still didn’t know that he knew about that. And that’s how it was going to stay. She may not have been blameless in her own mind, but she could at least imagine that her soul was still untainted in his eyes.

She sighed into his kiss and wrapped her arms around him, clinging to his neck, her soft body melting against his. Tom held her tightly, claws sinking in, as the train carried them further and further away. She was all his now and nobody could come between them anymore. He would find a way to live forever with her — and having the Delomelanicon opened paths for him that weren’t there before. And if anything, her being a muggle should work in his favour. Her mind was innocent, a blank sheet with no preconceptions, and for her, magic was still a wonderful thing. There was no good or bad, no right or wrong, it was all beautiful to her, and Tom would be there to watch her discover all of it, to teach her as she went through the same waves of wonder as he did as a child. Hers was the perfect mind to accept what he suggested without fear or prejudice.

She pulled away after a lazy patter of kisses and he caught her licking her lips when he opened his eyes. He smiled and brushed his thumb against her cheek. She looked positively drunk on love, just as he liked it.

“I can’t wait for you to see London… It’s a ruin, and atrocity. You’ll hate it just as much as I do,” he said with a smile.

“Are you sure I won’t be a burden?”

“Having second thoughts?” he chuckled. “We’re a long way from Rome already…”

“I just…”

She struggled to find her words. Tom waited, but he already knew what was on her mind.

“It will be the first time I’ll be useless,” she finally said.

He cupped her face, the warmth of her skin so intense against his skin it penetrated him to the bone.

“You will never be a burden,” he said. “I’ll teach you potion-making, there’s no silly wand-waving involved in that. You can dabble in alchemy too if you want. I’ve salvaged some books on it from the Baron’s collection just for you.”

“Want me to discover the Philosopher’s Stone to prove my love? Is that it, Tom?” she laughed.

“Great minds do think alike,” he grinned. “But no. You can prove it in far simpler ways.”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help a giggle as he pulled her in his lap.

They arrived in Paris. From there, they would have had to take another train to Callais and then the ferry, a tedious proposition after everything they’d been through.

“Are you glad to see it again?” he asked.

“I don’t know… It looks different this time.”

He cast a subtle charm on their suitcases to make them lighter and carried most of them out of the train station, diverting their course without even asking. They would not leave Paris that night.

It was a dizzying feeling, being free… Between the Italy job and returning to England, Tom could do as he liked. As for her, this was the first time in years she’d been out of a job and with him at her side, she could go anywhere, do anything, at least for a little while. He booked for them a fancy room at a hotel with a view of the Arc de Triomphe and they decided to see none of the places they’d seen before together.

They explored Paris as if they were strangers to it, stopping at the first café they spotted, going into antique shops tucked between old streets, sitting by modest fountains in parks with no name and petting every stray cat along the way.

On their second day, he took her to Montmartre without specifically saying why, and she was so used to the mysteries that surrounded him that she didn’t even ask.

“Are we still using fake money, by the way?”

“We are. But not where we’re going.”

“Pity. That taxi driver was really nice.”

“He fancied you.”

“Do you think so?”

“Have you ever known a Frenchman to be polite without good reason?”

“Well…”

“And don’t mention Donatien.”

“But he always was nice to me.”

“He was a thief and a liar.”

“But Tom, so are you.”

“I suppose you have a type, then.”

He took her to La Place Cache where he bought her sweets and trinkets. They were hardly more than parlour tricks, but it was real magic she could hold in her hands. Passing through the statue made her dizzy, but actually seeing the place, hearing the sounds, tasting what he bought her, was thoroughly intoxicating. Tom smiled, remembering something of what it was like for him to first see Diagon Alley. It was a weakness of his to want to impress her, and magic sure did that… The whole day, she spoke of nothing else. The littlest thing mattered so much to her and it made his heart grow ten times over in his chest.

“Can we get some of those moving photographs before we leave?” she begged with a jumping chocolate frog clutched in her hands, melting away.

“Of course we can. What of?”

“Something wild… Something beautiful. A scene of nature with swaying trees and drifting clouds and bunnies and deer passing by.”

He got her a pretty landscape photo of a forest and she spent the whole way back to the hotel looking at it, her head resting serenely on his shoulder. It helped Tom decide what they should do on their final day there.

She wanted to see something untamed, entirely different from the marble monuments of Rome, so Tom took her to the Vincennes Woods on the eastern outskirts of the city. It was an overcast day and nobody else seemed to be travelling there, which suited them just fine.

They got blissfully lost after fifteen minutes of wandering aimlessly about and kissed between the grey shrubs by the lake. They found strange mansions tucked among the trees, and statues, and a marble birdbath with an owl cleaning its feathers in it.

“I saw a lot of owls there…”

“Where?”

“Yesterday, on the magic street.”

“You mean La Place Cache?” he asked with a cocked brow.

“That’s the one. Why do they have so many?” she asked as she hooked her arm around his.

“We use them to send letters.”

“Owls?”

“They’re highly intelligent. Best sort of bird for it.”

“So do you have a mailing owl at home?”

“No, not anymore. I used to when I was at school.”

“What was its name?”

“Morgana. She was a great horned owl with black and grey plumage.”

“Awww!”

“She was very noisy. And a glutton. She ate half a rabbit once that she caught out in the field and dumped the carcass on my bed.”

“I love her.”

“Sold her when I was about sixteen, didn’t need her anymore. Bought a diary with the money.”

“I want a pet owl…”

“Well, that can be arranged,” he smiled.

Fallen leaves bunched up around their feet, softening their steps. The sky was all but covered by the crowns of high trees and birds sang all around them. Tom created motes of light that lit the path when the forest grew the thickest, and they kept on walking.

He found a snake to speak to as well, an innocent green grass friend hidden in a winter burrow. Tom bent down and called her over as he invited the snake into his palm. Her eyes shone as she watched him speak in Parseltongue.

“Can I learn that?” she asked.

“Afraid not. It has to be inborn.”

“Not fair!”

“Here,” he said, holding out the snake in the cup of his hands. “Hold her, she won’t hurt you.”

“I don’t know, Tom…”

“He said you’re very pretty.”

“Liar,” she mumbled, but took the new friend anyway.

It hissed and shivered pleasantly, its muscles coiling and relaxing.

Tom laughed. “She says your hands feel lovely. She wants to stay there.”

“Oh no… How can I ever put her down now? Poor snake, down in that cold, dirty hole in the ground…”

Tom hissed and told the snake to kiss her. It did, slipping its forked tongue out to tickle at her pinkie finger. She gasped and Tom could see her face light up with sweet affection.

“She is so darling! Tom, I want to keep her…”

“If only you liked my kisses that much.”

“I do. Shut up,” she smiled, gently starting to pet the snake’s small head with her thumb. “Tell her she’s pretty too. That she has lovely scales.”

Tom’s smile turned a little sharper. “I’m starting to regret introducing you two.”

“Tom, tell her!”

He sighed and with a toothy smile conveyed her praises to the snake. Its lithe body shivered in delight and it nuzzled the cushion of flesh beneath her thumb, tail curling around to hide its eyes.

“Awww, she’s shy!”

“What a showoff.”

“Don’t be jealous.”

“Why not?”

She petted it a while longer then bent to put the snake back on the ground. As it slithered into its home she covered the entrance lightly with leaves, tucking the creature away for the winter. As for Tom’s jealousy, she soothed that with kisses beneath the swaying tendrils of a willow tree while he played at being angry for a few moments longer.

They eventually found the path that led out of the forest with the sunset and she gathered acorns as they went. The last bus took them to the hotel and Tom forged enough French banknotes for a feast. Her sense of honour protested again, at least until the first eclair touched her lips. Tom’s lips followed close behind to lick the chocolate from the edges of her mouth.

III

The North Sea was sleek and docile, swaying them in unfeeling waves like children being lulled to sleep. The sky had disappeared again, taking the sun with it, and they were left once more with a white void above. Everything had a feeling of finality about it akin to being doomed to death, but there was a hint of resurrection too. For Tom, it was as if returning from the underworld. For her, beginning a new life.

Surrounded by other passengers going about their ordinary lives, the two of them felt like the carriers of a great secret — which in a way they were. The story in the papers about the hunt for Ambrogio kept evolving but on pages further and further in the back. Nobody had been speaking of it in France, and now three days later it was as if it never happened.

They were still full of sweets and wine and lazy from the night before but they treated themselves to the snacks on the ferry as well and fed treats to one another in a hedonist repose. When she got tired, she slid down to lay on Tom’s lap as they sat beside the window atop red cushioned seats.

“Do you think we’ll be happy in England?” she asked.

“I never was,” Tom shrugged. “Were you happy in Italy?”

“I think so,” she said. “I had friends there, you know. And I had you.”

“And you have me still.”

She looked up at him, her eyes catching his upside down, and smiled. Tom held her tighter, feeling suddenly possessive in the way he got when he thought of his old diary or his grandfather’s ring.

“Well then, here’s one reason to be happy.” He leaned down to brush his lips over her temple. “Even if you won’t be happy in England, you’ll never be miserable on your own again.”

Her giggle was a crystalline chime and she reached up to kiss him. She curled her fingers in his hair and held on like they were sleek black reins to let him feel her possessiveness as well. Tom parted from her lips and sighed, but smiled. She was in his arms, soft and comfy on his lap, sweet on his lips, and filled with love. She smiled back at him as her hand still lingered in his hair, twirling a stray lock around her finger.

“I can’t wait for us to be alone,” Tom said.

“I’m sure,” she cocked a brow.

But that wasn’t how he meant it.

“We’ll have an eternity together. You’ll see. At the end of time, there will only be the two of us left.”

He could tell she couldn’t quite understand, and even if she did, he wasn’t certain she’d approve yet. But then again, she didn’t need to. Tom brushed a strand of hair off of her forehead and smoothed his thumbs over her brows. He’d clear a path in her mind, just as he’d carved a place for himself in her heart, for immortality.

“You’ll see. I’ll make you want to spend eternity away. With me.”

“Oh, silly Tom. I already do.”

#Tom Riddle #Tom Riddle x reader #Tom Riddle x OC #Tom Riddle fanfiction #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #sswallow;fanfics #sswallow;made a thing #fanfic;englishclient

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sundrop-writes · 4 months ago

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Current WIPS July 2024*

*IMPORTANT NOTE - these fics won't be posted until mid to late August at least (maybe later - the later my moving date is pushed back, the later the post date of these fics is pushed back). I am delaying editing and posting them because editing is the most difficult part for me, but I will be working on writing new fics up until my moving day. And then after moving day, I will take an official two week break to do nothing, after which I will then start editing and posting these fics.

I just finished the Virgin!Stiles fic that I was working on, so I figured I would post this list again if anybody needs a refresher or if people seeing this in tags see this and wanna follow me. I am heavily considering working on an Isaac/Reader/Erica fic next because they are two characters from the show that I feel heavily inspired by. If you want to see a preview of any of these fics that don't already have one, please let me know!!

Also, my requests for Teen Wolf and The Maze Runner are currently open, (please read my rules before requesting), so if you wanna send me requests for reactions or MLTs for those fandoms, I would really fucking love to work on those (and requests for reactions and MLTs will be posted during the hiatus because I don't have to edit them).

Heaven’s Gate - Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader. Strangers to Lovers/Lovers Reunited. Emotional Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Fluff. Set during Seasons 1-5. You and Daryl get seperated when the Prison falls, and both believe the other person to be dead. But you can't let go of the things your relationship taught you. Eventually, when you're reunited - it's like you never missed a moment apart. (17,100 words est.) - PREVIEW HERE

Untitled Daryl PWP - Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Set during Season 4. Daryl gets jealous, and takes it out on you. (2,300 words est.)

Some Kind Of Disaster - Gally (TMR) x Fem!Reader. Best Friends to Lovers/Lovers Reunited. Emotional Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Smut. Set during The Death Cure. You had every reason to believe Gally was dead, so when a mysterious stranger pulls off his mask and reveals himself to be the one person you had been missing so badly - you are shocked. And then you show him just how badly you had been missing him. (6,800 words est.) - PREVIEW HERE

English Blood // American Heartache - Gally (TMR) x Fem!Reader x Newt (TMR). Established Monogamous Relationship to Polyamory. (Very slight) Emotional Angst and Smut. Set post Death Cure/Safe Haven Era. Newt Lives AU. (Sequel to the above fic.) When you get to the Safe Haven, you believe that you have everything you ever wanted, everything you ever needed. So why do you have a nagging feeling that something is missing? Turns out, that 'missing' thing was the addition of your best friend Newt to your bed, which your boyfriend Gally is more than happy to provide. (20,300 words est.)

Trouble Is - Thomas (TMR) x Fem!Reader. (Pining) Friends to Lovers. Smut/PWP. Sex Pollen. Set during The Scorch Trials. Just as the group finds safety outside of the Maze, you are separated off from everyone as the only girl, and not being able to see you slowly drives Thomas insane. Until one day, he's locked in a room with you - but there's nothing suspicious about that, right? (6,900 words est.)

BRAINWASHED - Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader. Pining Best Friends/One-Sided Fantasies. Smut/PWP. Panty Stealing. Stiles has been in love with you for as long as he can remember, and since you both hit high school, that love has become perverted by hormones. But he can't help it. He also can't seem to help it when he steals a pair of your underwear that were seemingly laid out for him - but he can't get too caught up in the logistics when he has a hand around his cock. (6,900 words est.) - PREVIEW HERE

Stupid For You - Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader. Pining Best Friends to Lovers. Smut/PWP. Sequel to the above fic. Stiles still has your underwear that he stole, and he accidentally drops them in the locker room - in front of the entire lacrosse team. He lies and says that he got them from a hook-up with you, and surprisingly - you cover for him? But only on the condition that you can turn his lie into the truth. (10,200 words est.)

Blood In The Water - Void!Stiles x Fem!Reader. (Pining) Best Friends to 'Lovers'. Pure Angst. Set during Season 3 (with flashbacks to Season 1). When Void takes control, you worry about the damage that he's inevitably doing to Stiles's body. So you make a deal with him - if he lets Stiles eat, then you'll feed Void with some of your pain. But it's not cuts or broken bones that he wants from you - it's your tears.

#sundrop speaks #current wips #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinksi imagine #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #stiles stilinksi smut #stiles stilinski #thomas tmr #thomas tmr x reader #gally tmr x reader #gally tmr fanfiction #newt tmr x reader #newt x reader #newt the maze runner #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon fanfiction

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edge-oftheworld · 7 months ago

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ttpd meets 5sos yet again

denial playlist

bad omens vapor lie to me not in the same way midnight empty wallets lost in reality broken pieces bloodhound haze voodoo doll daylight perfect lie money* no shame disconnected complete mess san francisco baby blue kiss me kiss me safety pin 18 don't stop valentine straight to your heart* break up* garden life* wicked habit* close enough to feel you* blender* girls talk boys* mrs all american* little spark* marry you* glory days*

anger playlist

hey everybody she's kinda hot easier me myself & i over and out teeth (live from the vault) tears! good girls rejects social casualty greyhound monster among men* broken pieces she looks so perfect starting line easy for you to say talk fast if walls could talk lost boy castaway catch 22 permanent vacation airplanes skinny skinny kill my time rebel at heart* just saying* blood on the drums* red line* youngblood* take what you want*

bargaining playlist

catch fire heartbreak girl outer space why won't you love me more lonely heart a beautiful dream when you walk away moodswings the girl who cried wolf the only reason 2011 everything i didn't say shakes scar mum drive broken home best years have u found what ur looking for? lose you* greenlight waste the night out of my limit promises* i'm still your boy* benny* motion* never be* the canyon* california holds her breath*

depression playlist

invisible red desert bloodline* wrapped around your finger you don't go to parties caramel amnesia woke up in japan beside you wherever you are close my eyes the sweetness close as strangers story of another us fly away place in me slip away ghost of you diamonds* gotta get out try hard comedown* moving along last night of my life* take my hand* high indestructible* saigon* repeat*

acceptance playlist

carry on heartache on the big screen babylon teeth who do you love long way home better man carousel lighter bleach old me tomorrow never dies* english love affair flatline sunshine matter of time meet you there best friends end up here want you back i see the angels* jet black heart wildflower lover of mine i'm to blame unpredictable older emotions* hearts upon our sleeve* best friend* wild things* endless wave*

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tenpintsof-sundrop · 4 months ago

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Reminder of what the post-hiatus lineup on my sideblog @sundrop-writes is gonna look like (I just finished another fic to add to this list, meaning that there is now over 69k worth of fics there).

Untitled Daryl PWP - Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Set during Season 4. Daryl gets jealous, and takes it out on you. (2,300 words est.)

#sundrop speaks #fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #the maze runner x reader #tmr x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #void!stiles x reader #void stiles x reader

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imnotoverlyobsessive · 1 year ago

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Moodboard by @softhecreator

Don’t Blame My English Blood For This American Heartache

Chapter Seven: Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This

AO3 info prologue one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve

All my work is 18+.

You don’t know what you do to me in the dark. With nights like these, who needs the days?- All Time Low, Dark Side of Your Room

Late November, 1984

Hogsmeade, Scotland

Dearest Sera,

I offer you my congratulations on your courtship. Lord Black has been quite taken with you since your debut, and I’m pleased to hear you have chosen to accept his offer.

A match with him will be most advantageous, and he’s a lovely young man. He’ll be a good husband to you, I believe.

I must confess the Manor feels rather empty without your presence; I look forward to your return next month.

Affectionately,

Ursa Malfoy Abbott

“I’m supposed to go back,” she giggled, her hands in his hair as he kissed her neck.

He pressed her more firmly against the tree, a Notice Me Not charm concealing them from anyone who might venture into the woods near Hogsmeade. “I’d rather we continue snogging.”

“We shouldn’t,” she breathed, but then he slipped a hand under her coat, sliding it up her side to skirt her breast. She inhaled sharply, and then he slid a leg beneath her corduroy skirt and between her thighs, pressing it against her core. “Oh, Regulus—“

“That’s it, darling,” he murmured in her ear, rubbing his leg against her. “Say my name.”

“Regulus,” she exhaled, rolling her hips to grind against his leg.

“Will you cum for me, sweetheart?” he rasped, rubbing at her more insistently. “Been thinking about making you cum for months, love, c’mon—“

They’d never gone this far before, and to do it in the middle of November seemed ridiculous, but Sera couldn’t help it. And honestly, she’d forgotten about the cold entirely with all the charms he’d cast to keep them warm. She wanted him so bad she thought she might die from it.

She rolled her hips, gasping and whimpering as he rubbed at her. He mouthed at her neck, and all she could feel, all she could smell— it was all him, all Regulus, and he was perfect.

“‘m gonna— ‘m gonna—“ she gasped, her inner muscles spasming as she neared her peak.

“That’s it, darling,” he breathed, kissing her neck softly and pressing his leg more firmly against her. “Such pretty little sounds, hm? Cum for me, baby.”

She clutched at his shoulders, her fingernails digging into the fabric of his coat, and then—

And then he pressed his knee against her, rubbing her faster, and she couldn’t have kept it in if she tried; she orgasmed with a breath that was halfway between his name and a whimper.

Slowly, Regulus lowered his leg and readjusted her coat before taking her in his arms and pulling her in close to him. He was a cocoon of warmth in the cold November air, and she sighed contentedly, nuzzling into his chest.

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked softly, rubbing her back in soothing circles.

“Mhm,” Sera hummed with a small smile. “You’re, uh… you’re really good at it.”

“I’m glad,” he murmured before leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek. “Can you walk, sweetheart? We need to get you back to the castle before anyone notices you’re gone.”

Sera rolled her eyes, looking up at him with a smile. “The seventh year Ravenclaws sneak out like nobody’s business. It’s a Friday night; I won��t even be the last one back.”

“Ravenclaws, hm?” he hummed, pulling away from her and taking her hand in his. “Never thought the swots would bother sneaking out. I always reckoned they’d study instead.”

Sera laughed. “I guess ‘swots’ are better at sneaking out than you expected,” she said, mimicking his accent.

He smiled back at her, and they walked back to the castle gates hand in hand.

Late November, 1984

Hogwarts

Scotland

Sera knew what the Slug Club was, but she’d never been invited before. Probably because she was shit at potions, honestly.

So imagine her surprise when she received an invite to a party.

“Goddammit,” she gasped as Yarrow tightened the corset strings. “Why is it so constricting?”

“Because you have tits the size of boulders,” her friend said flatly. “I can get away with short stays, you know. It was difficult enough to get this size; I don't think I’d have wanted to go any larger.” Yarrow tied off the corset strings then, and Sera struggled to take a full breath. Her breasts were pushed damn near up to her chin, for God’s sake.

“You’ll have to tell me how you managed your transition sometime,” Sera told her friend. “It’s crazy to me that no one here objects.”

“I don’t know how Muggles handle it, really,” Yarrow admitted, “but once I knew I was a girl, that was all that was needed. I was permitted to move into the girls’ dormitories and was allowed access to the potion stores.”

Sera turned towards her friend with a smile. “I’m glad. Not everyone is so open-minded.”

“Oh, they’re closed-minded, certainly,” Yarrow said with a small laugh, “just not about that.”

Sera snorted. “Little weird that they’re so far back in time, yeah.”

Yarrow hummed and gestured to where their dresses were hanging on the bathroom door. “Come, let’s get dressed.”

Her dress was a fairly simple one in a shade of pale blue, and, as with damn near every fancy pureblood dress she’d been given, her breasts were practically bulging out of it. Though the corset didn’t help, given the fact that it just covered her from like… the nipples down.

She put on a strand of small pearls with matching earrings and examined her reflection with a sigh.

“Missing your man?” Yarrow teased.

Flushing, Sera glared at her friend and slid on her white satin shoes.

“Don’t even. Let’s go.”

The door to Ravenclaw Tower swung shut behind the pair of girls, and when Sera looked up, only to see none other than her boyfriend standing there, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves.

“Regulus?” she gasped, surprised. He looked up, and his face split into a grin as soon as he saw her. “What’re you doing here?” she asked.

“Slughorn occasionally invites his former students as well as current ones,” he explained. “I don’t often attend, but I wanted an excuse to see you.”

She smiled, practically jumping into his arms and burying her face in his chest.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, his free hand cupping her cheek to tilt her face up towards him. He had to stoop over when he kissed her, but he did it anyway.

“Disgusting,” Yarrow teased from behind her.

Regulus pulled away from Sera and addressed the younger girl with a drawling, “Miss Rosier, always a pleasure.”

Sera looked over her shoulder at her friend. “Oh, shut up.”

“Come along now, darling,” Regulus said with a kiss to her hair. “I don’t much care if I’m late, but I’d hate to see your reputation suffer for it.” He offered her his arm, and she accepted it, looking up at him with a smile, and they were on their way, Yarrow following close behind. “You look exquisite, by the way.” He glanced down at her breasts. “Why don’t you let me have a dress made for you for the ball, hm?”

“The Christmas ball?” she clarified.

He nodded. “You’re lovely in anything, of course, but I quite like the idea of you wearing something I got bought for you.”

She blushed, looking down at her shoes peeking out from under her skirt as she walked. “Yeah, alright.”

“You two are disgusting,” Yarrow pointed out.

“Shut up,” Sera bristled, her blush intensifying.

Regulus just laughed.

“Ah, Regulus, my boy!” Mr. Slughorn exclaimed in delight when they walked through the door to his office. “So good to see you. And Miss Malfoy, always a delight. What a pair you make! Should I expect a wedding invitation after Miss Malfoy graduates?”

Sera choked and coughed. Regulus, however, glanced down at her with a smile and pulled her closer. “If she agrees when I ask her.”

Mr. Slughorn chortled. “I’m quite certain she will!”

Sera flushed. It was just red-faced day, wasn’t it? Ugh.

“We should get out of here,” he murmured in her ear, his hand on her knee as they sat in a secluded corner of Mr. Slughorn’s office.

“And why is that?”

“So I can snog you senseless, of course.”

She giggled. “Where would we even go for that?”

He paused, considering this for a moment. “I honestly can’t be arsed about where we go so long as I get to put a few bruises on your neck.”

“Regulus!”

“Please, darling? Your tits are coming right out of your dress; I need to squeeze them—and kiss them, if you please—at least a little bit, and I can’t do it here—“

“No.”

He groaned miserably. “My suffering is eternal.”

Sera rolled her eyes. “Of course it is.”

First bit of sexiness 👀 sorry for the wait; was watching Tim’s SNL episode with the discord girls

As always, big thanks to @lilmaymayy for betaing!

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