#heather song

[saltcxrcle]

lacy 🤝 heather

a song that is about either wanting to be someone or be with someone but the lines aren’t exactly clear about which they want to do

[luv-x-liv]

sending everyone reading this a virtual sweater <3 (cus i know y'all aren't getting any others...)

[karioke13]

Almost my birthday too! 🤗🎈🎉

[jayfeathers-neo-bumbleby]

Finally got around to listening to the album I Love You I’m Trying by grandson, been listening to Heather on repeat for at least an hour now.

[thegoths]

🎵 we built gwens face 🎵

[cookies-in-chees]

Ok I get that you should not make fun of people interpretation of characters and that character playlist are not that deep but whoever put a god damn Taylor swift song on a spiderpunk playlist should never be allowed near spotify ever again

[crooner-deans-walkman]

written for the @destielvalentineszine2025

transcription under the cut

a dream that i can live in

In the early hours of the night, in the still and silent darkness, I sit awake envisioning the life we could have created. The life we should’ve had together.

I see me retired. With my hair grown out, my belly rounded, and my hard edges have been dulled by time.

My hands are calloused. Not from gun slinging nor grave digging, but from wrench turning and guitar playing.

I see you standing in a lush garden, hands lovingly working into the earth. You're surrounded by a sea of blossoms, and it takes the very air from my lungs. You’ve never looked so beautiful to me.

I see us slowly dancing, swaying ‘cross the kitchen floor on our clumsy, sock-clad feet, as a crooning record turns in tandem with our shuffling feet.

We’ve got a home that I built with care. With windows where sunbeams can stream in. And there's a shaded wraparound porch, with a swing facing towards the west, where we can sit and watch the sunset.

And in the still and silent darkness as I am sat awake and dreaming, reality rears its ugly head and I recall the life we're living; Where you're gone and I am lost without you.

[bixels]

Art requests for ebbigal's Gaza funds stream. Thanks everyone for coming, supporting the stream, and donating for requests.

🇵🇸🕊️🙇‍♂️

[gracieblood]

“oh, you’re a heathers fan? your favourite song from the musical must be candy store!” WRONG! you chucked me out like i was trash for that you should be dead, but but BUT-

[michaelnordeman]

A day in the forest. Värmland, Sweden (August 20, 2017).

[wisteriasymphony]

Why, when you see girls fight, does it look so horrible yet... feel so right?

[woah-i-am-here]

Digital doodles.jpg

yeah, sure, why not. Getting better with my digital style

I'm lazy to order them, what the hell

The last one is heavily inspired by Alien Stage -Ruler of my heart. Man, I freaking love this song.

[reshramlove1ob]

You were meant to be mine, I am all that you need

Without text

[suafan]

i love it when my playlists on shuffle because i was just bawling to lifeboat and the next thing i fucking hear is YO YO YO IM HERE TO TELL YOU THAT WHAT YOU IS IS WHAT YOU GOT

[fatuismooches]

Idk if you've listened to Epic, but hear me out

Would You Fall in Love with Me Again - but it's Dottore wondering if his lover (sick!reader) would still love him once they woke up from their centuries long coma, he has become far more monstrous than the lonely scholar they once knew

(Also as a firm believer of 'Zandik was framed for Sohreh's death' theory, this hits me harder because in this angle Zandik is pushed towards this direction of self-fulfilling prophecy 😭)

Dottore wonders, if you were awake the whole time, by his side, what would you say? Could you have beared to witness him changing before your very eyes? Sure, he knows full well you've dirtied your hands too back at the Akademiya, but you have not nearly done the same things as he has now. You may not be a good person either, but you have a heart, a warm and gentle one, that soothed him and shaped him - he does not possess something like that. You were the one who taught him love.

And oh, as much as he loves hearing your unique perspective, the scholar wonders if it'll crush him too. What if you are... scared of him? Of the man he's become? Or worse, if you think he'll ever hurt you? He tends not to linger on the subject for too long. As always, he listens to the logical side of himself more often than not - of course you'll still love him - he knows better than anyone you'll understand his intentions. Of course you will, it wasn't like he shied away from telling you his ambitions back at the Akademiya. Of course you will... he's (nearly) positive that your answer will be what he imagines. And yet on nights when his mind is restless he runs through scenarios as to what he'll try to get you to see him in the same light as you once did.

But his worries turn out to be nothing, when you take his hands - the same ones that have committed grave sins - and intertwine them with yours, showing him how the way he holds you hasn't changed. You speak his name - the one no one wants to remember due to his deeds - in the same tone you always have since years ago, with playful yet sincere love. You take off his mask - both literally and figuratively - to see his unchanged red jewels that still hold as much, no, even more love for you than back then. All to say that in reality both of you have waited for each other for an eternity. No matter what punishment or fate may await him at the end of the road, you'll willingly share it with him, refusing to let anything erode your love for him.

The circumstances of Sohreh's death is something I've pondered a lot and if I could change one thing about Fabulam it'd be that part. This is why I love Dottore fans lol I've seen many convincing theories for both sides and it's very interesting to me how we can dig so deep out of only a few lines!

If you ask me, there's probably two scenarios that I'd see happening, seeing as they like to 'humanize' their morally gray characters (and they have already made a sympathetic backstory for him, although most people don't care). Either that he was framed for Sohreh like you said, or he did indeed kill her but not out of malice. Regardless, I feel that there will be more to this story than just a few notes!

[silverbladexyz]

TW: Mentions of death, injuries, self-loathing. Part 2 to this. Part 3 is here.

"I can't believe you sometimes. What if you had actually been killed because of your recklessness?!"

"But I wasn't! Even if combat isn't my strong suit, I had it all under control; and besides, these wounds are nothing compared to what we've faced before!"

In the normally tranquil environment of the Port Mafia's infirmary, two voices argued back and forth. One laced with worry and anger, the other laced with guilty adamance. A pair of best friends seemed to be the reason behind this noise; with their stubbornness a guise of the true feelings that they harboured for each other.

"Are you seriously kidding me right now? Even if you had it all under control, that doesn't mean you can gamble your life away like it's nothing! How do you think everyone would feel if you died? Do you want to put them through more pain and suffering that could've been prevented if you were more cautious? Do you even care?!"

"..."

Instead of replying, you turned away, suddenly finding the window to be more interesting than whatever was going on right now.

He was right. You didn't think properly about the consequences before you jumped straight in to engage with the enemy, even if you may have had a backup plan.

"... I'm sorry."

It was soft, but Chuuya managed to catch it.

He gave a small sigh, his shoulders dropping as the tension in them wore out. You fiddled with your bandages, not having the courage to look at him in the eyes. Did you even deserve to, afterall? When you worried him sick after he learnt that he almost lost you?

You heard his footsteps approaching you, and mentally prepared for the next thing that he was going to say.

Only for him to somewhat tug you into his arms.

Your eyes widened, and you blinked several times before realising that Chuuya Nakahara, your best friend, was hugging you.

His breath fanned against your collarbone as he buried his face into your shoulder. Strong arms held you close to him, being mindful of the injuries that you sustained on your body- yet the grip they held you in was tight but secure.

"... You idiot. Don't you dare do that again."

It was the most vulnerable you had ever seen him.

You hugged him back, inhaling his rich scent as an unknown heat bloomed in your chest.

"I won't. I promise, Chuuya."

His warmth never left your memories.

Now, you watched as he stood with her, holding her hand. They were too far away for you to make out their words, but whatever she said made Chuuya laugh. A genuine, happy laugh that seemed so much more different from the short chuckles he normally gave you.

He put his arm around her shoulder, and you unconsciously hugged your body as you felt yourself getting colder. It was the third of December- the start of another winter in Yokohama. Marking the six month anniversary of their relationship.

A wry smile made it's way on your face as Chuuya pulled Yasuko in for a kiss. Even though it was a short peck, it was enough to make your heart twist in longing that exemplified whenever you were around him. It was stupid; you knew that your best friend deserved to have someone much better than the monster you were, but it didn't stop you from wishing that you were her. Someone that was a sight for sore eyes, with an aura brighter than the blue skies- someone that could get Chuuya mesmerised.

You even noticed how he became slightly more distant in the friendship. You knew that he wasn't doing it on purpose; he was still the great best friend that he always was, but the little signs were there. Holding your hand so that you wouldn't get lost in the crowd had diminished to just staying close to you. Whenever you called him on a free day to ask if he wanted to hang out with you, he would apologise, saying 'I have a date with Yasuko later'. And the fact that you had the same free days really said something about how much they meant to him.

You walked away, the sight getting too much to handle. Once you were at a safe distance, you crumpled against a wall, biting down on the inside of your mouth to stop the tears from leaking out. A higher-ranking mafioso like you, crying over some crush? Pathetic. An unfitting model for your subordinates who looked up to you as a great unflinching leader.

"Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty." You chuckled bitterly, digging your nails into your palms. You hated it- the soft gaze in Chuuya's eyes whenever Yasuko was mentioned, the way that he gently held her hand, the way he became much more sweet and patient with her that was almost nothing like how he acted around you- you hated it all. You regretted not confessing to him sooner all those years ago.

But you were only the side character in their romance; forever doomed to support them while you suffered in silence.

Was there something or somebody that you could blame for this agony that you were currently in? Destiny, perhaps? Or even Cupid? Those names only made you scoff as you stuffed your hands into your pockets.

There was nobody you could blame except for yourself.

Perhaps it would have been better if you were the one who saved Yasuko, not Chuuya. They would have never spent as much time with each other, and you'd still have a chance at romancing him. None of this would have happened if the roles were reversed at that time.

But who were you kidding? One way or another, they’d end up together by the red string of fate. The most perfect match in all of Yokohama that could put every other couple to shame. And you'd always be the third wheel- the 'best friend' whose sacrifices went unseen just so that they could be happy.

Or maybe it would have been better if Yasuko didn't exist in the first place.

"-Y/N? Y/N?"

A voice broke you out of your thoughts, and you blinked a bit before refocusing onto the girl in front of you.

"Is everything okay? N-not that you have to tell me what's wrong, but if you ever need someone to talk to, I'll always be here for you."

Yasuko looked at you with a concerned expression, her eyes searching your face for any sign of discomfort.

Those innocent, beautiful eyes of hers that had held Chuuya captive in their gaze.

Ah, right. You were currently in the shopping mall with her, because her boyfriend had asked you to accompany her like some sort of bodyguard. And who were you to refuse, as his best friend who was always there for him? Well, you were grateful that Chuuya trusted you enough to let you near Yasuko. You had seen how protective he was of her.

"... Nothing. I'm alright."

You smiled at her, all traces of your previous emotions now gone. How could you have let your composure slip so easily? This hangout was so that you could 'get closer' with her, not reminiscing about the pathetic past that held you captive in this agonising love.

She frowned a little, but before she could say anything else, you jumped at the opportunity to distract her. Anything that could make you temporarily forget your pain for one moment was what you desperately needed now.

"Oh, looks like they're selling discounted jewellery! Let's take a look! You might find something that you like."

Grabbing her wrist, you dragged her towards the jewellery store despite having no intentions to buy anything. You simply wanted her to be distracted by the precious stones, so meticulously cut and fit into fine metal that it was laughable how they were mostly for show. A valuable trinket only made to be admired and forgotten at the end of the day, even when so much blood had been spilled over them. Blood that would forever stain the hands of a sinner such as you.

"Oh! I remember Chuuya taking me to a similiar store! He bought me a ring; I said that there was no need, but he insisted." Yasuko glanced down at the gold-and-red circlet that lay snugly around her index finger, her gaze becoming shyer as she profoundly remembered the day that her beloved boyfriend had bought it for her.

Your own silver ring that he gifted to you on your 18th birthday paled in comparison to the 5-carat Burmese ruby that sat atop her finger. It was a harsh reminder of who the buyer really preferred from between the two of you. That twisted feeling in your gut resurfaced, but you pushed it back down. You had no more frivolous hopes that he would one day realise you were the one whom he truly belonged with.

"Haha... did he now? I didn't know Chuuya was such a romantic. Did you know that rubies symbolise passionate and undying love?" You smiled as she blushed; the redness on her cheeks rivaling the shade of the precious gemstone that was proof of his commitment to her.

People were right when they said love hurts, but they never mentioned that it was the most painful sensation in the world. All the stab wounds and burns and whatnot that you had experienced from your enemies were nothing compared to a broken heart. A heart that was made to be torn apart to pieces as it weeps for the love it would never get.

Something cold brushed against your wrist, and you looked down to see a bracelet made up of the most exquisite yellow topaz. Yasuko held an identical one in her hand, her expression almost bashful as she faced you.

"I... I wanted to get matching bracelets for the two of us. I know it's only been a few months since we became friends, but being around you has really brightened up my life. I'm glad that we got to meet each other, and I hope that our friendship continues to grow and strengthen!"

She smiled at you; a smile so full of purity and beauty that it would've made many men fall onto her knees in front of her. It was a smile that didn't belong in the dark depths of Yokohama- instead, it belonged to a goddess that was too good for this world. A goddess that clearly deserved to call Nakahara Chuuya hers. Just seeing that smile made you feel infinitely more guilty about the nasty thoughts you had about her each night.

Yasuko's smile faded, worried that she might have overstepped your boundaries due to your silence.

"S-sorry... I should've asked you beforehand if you wanted to buy matching bracelets. Please don't force yourself to buy it just to make me happy-"

You shut her up by slipping it onto your right wrist, the topaz seeming to reflect the sun's golden rays back at you. Shooting her a smile, you grasped Yasuko's hand and put the other bracelet onto her left wrist joint. It fit nicely; just like anything else that she wore.

"May our friendship last until death do us part." It was a pact that you had sworn with Chuuya before. And you always kept your word, never breaking a promise to someone no matter how bizarre or extreme it was.

How unfortunate, really, that death did you apart too early.

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