#honestly man the white album is so good

[ladykailitha]

The Rockstar and the Teacher

Just thinking about a rockstar Eddie and a school teacher Steve who have been together for a decade, but Steve is kept out of the limelight by his choice.

He doesn't want to have his kids harassed because of who he's dating. Plus the whole gay man= pedophile in the minds of most parents.

Things are going great until they aren't.

Steve sees a tabloid with the headline "Eddie Munson photographed outside local bar with boyfriend, hints there may be a spring wedding!" and he's furious. Like seeing red, pissed off.

Because the guy next to Eddie is not Steve.

Whoever he is, he's dressed the same as Eddie. Leather jacket, long hair, chains everywhere.

But he barely has time to get worked up because even though Eddie had been in LA working on the band's next album, he is bursting through their house in Hawkins's door.

Eddie skids to a stop when he sees the tabloid on their kitchen counter and holds up his hands.

"I'm sorry, baby," he mutters and Steve chokes back tears, "I was trying to get home before you saw that."

"Why would you do that to me?" Steve cries.

Eddie slowly pulls out his phone like he's getting it out for a cop and hands it over to Steve, who takes it with a frown.

"It's not me, sweetheart," Eddie says. "I can prove it."

Steve looks at the phone and it instantly opens to Steve's face.

Eddie can see the hope spark in Steve's eyes as he looks through Eddie's phone.

Text message after text message about Eddie planning on getting Steve a necklace with both of their initials on it from Steve's favorite jewelry designer.

Eddie's phone pinging him at a nearby bar, but not the one the photo is showing him coming out of at the time it was taken.

Then the final evidence. A fan photo of Eddie and the girl taking a picture just outside of it the other bar at the time other Eddie was supposedly getting his picture taken with his "boyfriend".

"My management and PR team are on it, Stevie," Eddie tells him. "We think it was a setup from the jewelry guy. He lured me to the bar so that they could stage the pap photo."

Steve frowns at the phone in his hand, his fingers gripping it so tightly that his knuckles go white.

"Why?"

Eddie runs his hands over his face. "Honestly?" Steve nods. "To get you to come out in the public eye."

Steve looks at the phone and then back at the paper on the counter. Eddie can see his heart sink.

"I'm sorry," Steve murmurs. "I've been selfish. If I had just gone to LA with you been your partner all of the time, this wouldn't have happened."

Eddie takes Steve's face in his hands. "You are my partner all of the time. Even when we're apart. You weren't being selfish. You had just gotten your degree when we made it big. You wanted to use what you had paid for, and rightly so. This is on them, not you. Never you!"

Steve lets out a shuddered breath and then nods. "Okay."

He lets out another breath and Eddie smiles as Steve straightens his shoulders and cracks his knuckles.

"Give me two hours and I'll have this sorted."

Eddie doesn't doubt it.

****

Two hours later, Steve comes out in a beautiful cream suit and silver mesh top.

Eddie looks up from his place on the sofa and licks his lips slowly. He had been messaging Chrissy, his manager while Steve was doing whatever it was in his office.

"Wow, baby you look good enough to eat."

Steve grins. "It's a good thing you're hungry because we're going out to dinner."

Eddie stands up quickly and puts a hand on Steve's waist. "Are you sure you want to do this? We don't have to. We're already suing everyone for defamation of character and libel."

Steve grinned. "Oh yeah. I've already spoken to Robin and Chrissy and they're onboard."

"K, baby."

****

They arrive at the restaurant and they sit in Eddie's little two seater.

"Last chance, Stevie," Eddie said, looking out at the waiting reporters. "Just say the word and we'll go somewhere more secluded."

Steve shakes his head. "Let's do this."

Eddie gives his hand a squeeze and gets out first.

"Eddie! Eddie!" one reporter calls out. "What do you have to say about that picture in The Sun?"

"That's not me," he says calmly. "That's not my boyfriend. I would never cheat on him that way."

Then a burst of questions asking about his real boyfriend as he moves around the car to open the other door.

Steve steps out looking like sex on legs. But also like nothing anyone pegged as Eddie's boyfriend.

Eddie kisses his hand and Steve blushes.

Suddenly all the questions are directed at Steve, asking if he's the boyfriend? How long have they been dating? What's his name?

Steve just bats his eyelashes and says quite clearly, "I would ask you to respect our privacy during this trying time."

BOOM!

Mic drop.

The reporters clam up, the cameras stop flashing as they stare at him in open mouthed shock.

Eddie swoops in and gives Steve the biggest kiss. And the only reason it was even caught on camera was because the video camera hadn't stopped rolling.

They go inside and Steve gets two messages on his phone and Eddie asks if he's going to look at them, but he shakes his head.

"It's probably just Robin wanting all the inside scoop."

So they finish their meal and walk back out to the valet, hand in hand. It's then when Steve pulls out his phone. He was right about the first message, the second one was from a private number and merely said:

-Ben fatto, mio caro*

Steve smiles and kisses the the screen before tucking his phone back in his pocket.

As they drive home, Eddie asks about the texts.

"Just my mom telling me she was proud of me in the only way she could."

Mrs. Sophia Harrington was too conceited to send him anything directly, especially since Clint Harrington had cut Steve off years ago due to him being gay. But she could send a single message from a private number that she would never use again, to let her son know that she was proud at how well he had handled the reporters.

Eddie just smiles and they drive home in comfortable silence.

****

Steve goes to work the next morning and stops in at the principal's office. He smiles when he realizes the press hasn't figured out who he is yet. But it will only be a matter of time and he knows it.

The principal holds up a printed copy of his resignation and demands to know the meaning of it.

So Steve tells him.

"Steve..." the principal whines when he's done.

"You know you're going to have parents banging down your door the second it gets out," Steve explains. "It's easier for me to just walk away now and not wait for you to have to fire me."

The principal sighs but agrees. "You'll be missed."

Steve nods and stands up. At least he'll have time to say goodbye to his kids.

By lunch time it's gotten around the school that he's leaving but not why.

Steve had sworn his kids to secrecy so everyone could say goodbye, but a couple of his students come and hang out with him at lunch to talk about it.

"I knew you had to someone cool," the one kid says. "You knew too much about Corroded Coffin to be lame ole Mr. Harrington."

Yeah, Steve isn't going to miss that one kid.

He makes it through the school day and some of the parents have setup an impromptu farewell party on the front lawn of the school.

It's a tearful goodbye, but Steve feels lighter as he makes his way to car with all his things, then he has in years.

****

The news breaks on who he is later that night and Steve doesn't envy the principal's headache tomorrow, but cuddled up with Robin and Eddie on his sofa, he really can't find it in himself to give a fuck.

They'll later go on the Tonight Show and talk about how Steve had been in the closet for years and how he was forced out by this stunt with the photo. He talks about how other celebrities had been forced out too and that apparently it's not just for famous people.

That because he was with a famous person that meant he had no rights either and how that has to start changing.

He's happy he's out now, but it should have been on his own terms and not the media's.

There ends up being a spring wedding, but just the following year as Eddie and Steve tie the knot, two beautiful rings on their hands and a dazzling necklace at Steve's throat with their new initials on it EM and SM.

There is a mysterious gift of two tickets to a private villa in Italy after their honeymoon that has them both grinning like fools.

****

Here's a little gay Italian Steve for you.

*Well done, my dear

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[valyrfia]

f1 drivers as tracks from the tortured poets department: a very abridged and very biased list.

DISCLAIMER: this is all for fun and should be taken very lightheartedly. Not all drivers were included, but I am open to suggestions as well as constructive criticism.

Without further ado:

CHARLES LECLERC - I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

Absolutely suicidal lyrics that should be mildly concerning but all in all very upbeat and makes you want to run around doing side quests. Such as write an album, or open an ice cream shop. I'm thinking this is specifically 2022 Charles when he trusted no one at Ferrari, or mid-2023 when everyone was calling him washed and calling for his teammate to be n1 driver, and then he proceeded to put it on pole in a tractor multiple times and still hasn't finished outside the top 5 since. Either way, I am looking forward how this song will hit when Charles gets his eventual championship.

MAX VERSTAPPEN - Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?

This one is for Mad Max, who was thrust onto the world stage as an untested young prodigy at seventeen, who was called too young and immature and proceeded to win a GP upon debut in a top team, who was called Crashtappen from 2015-2019 and labelled as overly aggressive to his detriment, who was painted as a villain by every media outlet and documentary and DTS episode, who said "fuck the haters" and won championships anyway, who broke records, and made his own national anthem the expected song for every podium. A driver who is fast approaching greatest of all time status, for his win streaks alone. A driver that most others now just shrug about, because there's no shame in not choosing to fight the inevitable.

LEWIS HAMILTON - So Long, London

Ah, the heart-wrenching track of letting go of your long-term British relationship that doesn't serve you anymore. So many lyrics from here I could apply to the rumoured break down of amicable relations between Lewis and Mercedes, the team he won six championships with. From "My spine split from carrying us up the hill" to "I didn't opt in to be your odd man out. I founded the club she's heard great things about" to "you say I abandoned the ship But I was going down with it. My white-knuckle dying grip. Holding tight to your quiet resentment". Honestly, I could copy and paste all the lyrics here and they would apply to Lewis' Merc swan song. Taylor wrote "you swore that you loved me but where were the clues, I died on the altar waiting for the proof." about Abu Dhabi 2021.

CARLOS SAINZ - The Prophecy

Carlos has been delivering some of the best drives of his career this season, but it doesn't matter because he's not the chosen one, he's not il predestinato, he's not the son of Maranello. No matter what he does, he would never have kept that Ferrari seat over the mythos of Charles Leclerc. "Let it once be me. Who do I have to speak to, to redo the prophecy?"

LANDO NORRIS - Guilty as Sin?

Specifically given for half-flirting with Red Bull for most of last season, only to shake himself out of it and re-sign with McLaren, but I have one eye on him, not entirely sure he's given up on the Red Bull daydream, and Red Bull have been open about wanting to get him, if they can. It's all on Lando to stay faithful.

OSCAR PIASTRI - Fresh Out the Slammer

Piastrigate continues to inspire and compel an entire generation of F1 fans, and as such should form the basis of Oscar's song selection. What was the promises that Alpine made him, if not "Gray and blue and fights and tunnels Handcuffed to the spell I was under For just one hour of sunshine"

FERNANDO ALONSO - Florida!!!

Florida!!! is a big and powerful song about being a Shakespearean villain with a History and questionable morals and motives. Who is that if not Fernando Alonso? "Tell me I'm despicable, say it's unforgivable." "Is that a bad thing to say in a song?"

LANCE STROLL - But Daddy I Love Him

Yeah this one is self-indulgent and too good to resist. He's singing it about Fernando btw. Next.

DANIEL RICCIARDO - Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus

Someone is getting that Red Bull seat next year, and every name is on the list except Daniel Ricciardo. "As the decade played us for fools, you saw my bones out with somebody new." Who knows what would have happened if Daniel hadn't left Red Bull, all those years ago? "Just say you loved me the way you were" Oof. We could spend years living in the What Ifs of it all.

[seths-rogens]

cardboard houses, cardboard hearts | M | 1.9k | ao3

should’ve been finishing my infidelity au, but instead the cardboard joe cutout i was given inspired me to crank this out in one sitting,, anyway, please enjoy :)

—————

Eddie often thanks God that he took the leap and moved to Indianapolis after he finally graduated high school. Not that he really believes in God. Just… figure of speech and all. Though, maybe he’d believe in God if they were a metalhead with tatties and an eyebrow piercing, but he thinks that might ruin their image honestly.

He’s getting off topic.

Eddie often thanks God for Indy in moments like these. Moments where he has a fucking beautiful man pinned to his own front door, strong, thick fingers tangling in his hair as Eddie desperately tries to fit his key into the lock. He shoves his thigh between Pretty Man’s legs - he didn’t catch his name - and presses upwards. Pretty Man whines, grinding down and making it all that more difficult to unlock the goddamn door.

“Hold on, Sweetheart. I just gotta-“ Eddie bites back a groan as Pretty Man kisses down his neck, sucking a bruise over his pulse as the key finally slips into the lock. Chrissy’s never gonna let him live the marks down.

He’s surprised he picked anyone up tonight at all. He’d gone to a concert alone for once, as Chrissy was staying at her new girlfriend’s place, and Gareth and Jeff weren’t the biggest fans of his guilty pleasure artist ‘King S’.

And honestly? In any other world. Eddie wouldn’t be either.

King S isn’t his usual style. Where Eddie usually loves a hard drumline, thrashing guitars and lyrics you can only scream, King S is all soft melodies and crooning vocals set to slow drum beats.

He’d stumbled upon him completely by accident, honestly. It’d been a slow day at the record store Eddie manages. He’d been there for nearly five hours and so far he’d only served maybe three customers - and two of those customers were an old couple shopping for their granddaughter. So he’d picked the first magazine he could reach off the stand by the counter, and flipped it open to a random page.

It’d been an interview with King S, who’d just released his first album at the time. He was talking about his inspiration for making music - his best friend and little brother who, he’s quoted as saying, ‘always ragged on him when he played his pop shit in the car’ - and the meaning behind his stage name - reclaiming an old high school nickname he’d been given after his brief stint as a bit of a mean girl, though now he promises he’s using it for good.

He’d flipped the page to find a double page spread of King S curled up in a bathtub. His eyes were squeezed shut through the lacy masquerade mask that was supposedly his staple (no one knew his real identity after all). His hair was messy and flying all over the place. He was��

He was naked. Or at least that’s how it seemed.

His arms and legs were bare, the black and white photo only emphasising the toned curves of the muscles in his arms and back and the dark hair covering those lush thighs.

Call him obvious but Eddie had been intrigued. He knew they’d received a new shipment of records that morning that weren’t supposed to be hitting the shelves until the next day, so he figured what the hell!

Ten minutes later, elbow deep in a shoddily painted green wooden crate, Eddie emerged victorious with King S’s debut album ‘Robins and Tadpoles’ in his hands.

The album cover was two people’s hands clasped together, matching ice cream cone tattoos on both wrists. There was a little dedication on the back. To R & D.

He took it out to the turntable on the shop floor and dropped the needle. When the soft music started, he was hesitant, but as the album moved on he quickly realised he was hooked.

He’d gone into the shop bright and early the next day - on his day off no less - and bought the album. Only slightly laughing at the look on Mike’s - part time Lit student, part time cashier, full time grump - face.

That had been two years ago, and Eddie had been solidly on the King S train since.

Sure, Gareth and Jeff - and Grant too when he was in town - would tease him about abandoning his people, about betraying the freaks and the weirdos, but really they supported his love for the artist, even if they didn’t quite get it.

So when King S announced a stop in Indy on his second album tour, the guys (and Chrissy) had banded together to get him tickets as an early 26th birthday present. Except when the day came, they were all busy, so he went by himself.

He didn’t mind really, was just happy to be there to appreciate the music. (And the man himself, Eddie has eyes, come on now.)

Elated and feeling just a little self fulfilled after the concert, Eddie had gone to his favourite queer/metal bar, Crash. He’s picked people up there before, sure, but they’ve all been metalheads, just like him, and as many of his friends have said in the past, he’s cursed to have the hots for the preppy jock types.

Usually, that’s not the type of guy he’d find in Crash. Tonight was different.

Eddie had been sat at the bar, thinking about King S’s arms beneath the crimson sweater he wore on stage, when a gorgeous man had stepped up beside him to buy a beer. The man was wearing a dark, charcoal coloured t-shirt under a light grey Members Only jacket, paired with light blue levi’s.

Eddie kinda felt his jaw hit the floor. Could this be the perfect end to the perfect night?

This brings us back to now. Eddie finally pushes the door open, swings Pretty Man around and pushes him back against it.

He drops his keys somewhere. It doesn’t matter. He’ll find them tomorrow.

They’re grinding fast against one another now, only their harsh, panting breaths filling the silence of Eddie’s apartment. Eddie slides his hand into Pretty Man’s hair, tugs on this side of too hard. Pretty Man moans, loud, almost echoing, and tilts his head to the side, baring his neck for Eddie to defile.

Eddie leans in, presses his lips to those two little moles, and—

“What the fuck?”

Eddie pulls back to look at Pretty Man’s face. He’s still, not looking at Eddie, instead staring with wide eyes into the open plan of Eddie’s living room.

Eddie follows his gaze and… Oh. Yeah. He forgot about that.

See the King S tickets hadn’t been Eddie’s only birthday gift. He knew this would come back to bite him in the ass, but his friends thought it was hilarious. Eddie thinks they’re assholes.

Because Pretty Man is staring at a life size cutout of King S, standing by the wall.

Eddie winces, pulls away. This guy might not look like a metalhead, but he was in a metal bar, there’s no way he listens to King S. He’s gotta come up with an explanation for this, and fast.

“Um, yeah… About that… would you believe me if I said I didn’t buy it?” He asks sheepishly, avoiding Pretty Man’s eyes.

“You’re a fan?” Pretty Man asks, except he sounds dejected, which Eddie thinks is weird. And actually? Fuck this guy. He’s allowed to like whatever he wants.

“Yeah, man. What’s wrong with that? Maybe it’s not for everyone but King S actually makes really good music.” He gets more than a little defensive, takes a step back and crosses his arms over his chest.

“No, no… that’s not what I meant.” Pretty Man raises his hands placatingly.

“Then what did you mean?”

Pretty Man sighs, rubs a hand over his face. “Don’t you recognise me?”

Eddie furrows his brow in confusion. “Do I like, know you or something?”

Pretty Man raises his eyes to the ceiling like this is difficult. “Really? Nothing?”

Eddie shakes his head. “I don’t…” Pretty man nods, sighs, and then walks past Eddie further into the apartment. “Hey, you can’t just—“

“How about now?” Pretty Man asks, stopping right next to the cardboard cut out.

Eddie flits his eyes between the man and the cut out, trying to understand what Pretty Man is getting at until he sighs again, pulls down the sleeve of his jacket to reveal…

A tattoo of an ice cream cone, and suddenly it all clicks.

Oh. Oh no. That’s… oh holy ever loving fuck.

“Holy shit!” Eddie exclaims, pointing frantically between Pretty Man and the cardboard. “You’re King S!”

“Yeah. It’s uh, Steve, actually.” Pretty Man, King S, Steve nods, seeming much more shy than he was ten minutes ago. He’s curled his arms around himself, trying to make himself shrink. Eddie feels bad.

“Did you think I was trying to sleep with you because you’re famous?”

“I mean, weren’t you?” Steve won’t meet his eye. Instead he’s staring around the room, taking in all the little details of Eddie’s life.

Eddie takes a step towards him. “No, man. I just thought you were pretty, that’s all.”

“You really didn’t know who I was?” Though he still looks unsure, Steve finally meets his eye.

Eddie shakes his head, coming to a stop in front of Steve. “I didn’t even buy that thing, dude. My friends thought it would be funny because you’re like, the only non-metal artist I listen to.”

Steve smiles at that. He really is so pretty, Eddie can’t help but think. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, man. Heard your first album right after it came out and I was hooked!” Eddie laughs softly. “I used to be a little bit narrow minded when it came to music, but I heard yours and it’s like the world of music blasted wide open.”

A pretty pink blush spreads its way across Steve’s cheeks. “Oh, uh… That’s really cool. I’m glad you like it.”

“I was at your show tonight, actually.”

“You were?”

“Yeah!” He shrugs. “I used to play in a band in high school, we were never very good but I liked to think I had good stage presence, right?” Steve nods and Eddie grins, leaning in a little. “I was nothing compared to you. It was fucking electric, I felt like my skin was buzzing.”

Steve’s smile seems to grow even wider. He sways forward into Eddie’s space, almost unconsciously. “This might be crazy, but do you wanna start over? Forgo the one night stand and just, I don’t know, get coffee or something? I know this cute little 24 hour place, Victoria Street, it’s only a couple blocks away.”

Eddie narrows his eyes a little. “Stevie… barely anyone knows Victoria Street. Are you, dare I say it… local?”

Steve’s cheeks darken even further. “Maybe.”

Eddie laughs. “Then, I’d love to start over. I wanna get to know you as Steve, not King S.”

Steve slips his hand into Eddie’s, tugs him

back towards the door. “God, how much do you know..?”

“I may have read a couple interviews.”

Steve groans, embarrassed, as the door clicks shut behind them.

Then, a few moments later. “Shit! My keys!”

The date goes well. As does the second, and the third, and so on, and so on. They’re officially exclusive by date 7.

Steve meets Chrissy and the boys on date 20. Eddie meets Dustin and Robin, right before date 45.

On date 94, Steve presents his third album to Eddie. There’s a different dedication on the back cover this time.

To E, my love.

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[allamericansbitch]

since y'all seemed to want this.... here's the live notes i took while listening to each song for the first time (bold are thoughts i had during later listens)

fortnight: 

‘i was a functioning alcohol till nobody noticed my new aesthetic’ what the fuck does that even mean…

love the fact she gave post the female collab treatment. don’t wanna hear what he has to say. 

they’re voices sound actually good together? 

some pockets of the melody are catchy

okay i don’t hate this 

ttpd:

her red flags are on fire in this song lol

this seems very half-cooked

also jacks weird mixing continues to plague us all

CHARLIE PUTH???? WHAT THE FUCK WHY HE HERE

tattooed golden retriever??? ……no way

my boy breaks all his favorite toys:

i blinked and it’s half over

this also is like… half cooked and didn’t need to be released tbh

i love the way she sings the second verse tho

down and:

the production does not match the vibe

did tpain produce this

i’m… kinda bored lol

like i have nothing to say this also didn’t need to be released tbh 

this grew on me a lot actually

so long london 

the production is so futuristic? 

oh im obsessed with how she sounds on this one

her talk-singing in the verses is great

honest lyrics without any clunky unnecessary metaphors! a win!!

the fast-paced verses with th slow chorus is really really cool

a favorite so far

daddy i love him

i can barely hear her? the bad mixing continues 

‘growing up precociously sometimes means not growing up at all’ oh yeah WE KNOW

is this…… is this about her dating matty and loving how people hate him… no fucking way she’s this stupid

SHE IS BEING THIS STUPID

‘it’s white noise’ yeah yeah that’s exactly how id describe him  

.... anyway y'all remember when fans really believed the little mermaid theory and this song was supposed to be about how 'joe stole her voice' lmaooo

we will pretend this one doesn't exist!

fresh out the slammer

are we getting another ‘i didn’t cheat technically’ song lol

what is this weird tempo change….

okay kinda catchy

it’s sounds exactly like you are in love at the end….. jack is really out of tricks

florida

‘my friends all smell like weed or little babies’ what the fuck is she even talking about anymore 

i’m sorry but i’m laughing at the phrase ‘fuck me up florida’

again the production sounds so detached from the vocals 

i honestly still have no idea how i feel about this one

guilt as sin

an real instrument?? wow crazy 

okay she’s kinda cute? catchy and fun, love the melody

i love when she goes up at the end of the vocal 

okay…. i don’t mind this one she’s catchy, a little too long and drawn out but cute

who’s afraid of little old me?

what is this production? it’s way too soft to be as threatening as they’re trying for 

why did jack push her vocals back so far when she’s supposed to scream…. that’s ruins the whole thing…. she’s supposed to be screaming and threatening….. not quiet and far away…. hello

this song is trying very hard to be threatening but it’s not... vigilante shit 2.0

‘you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum they raised me’…………… upper middle-class pennsylvania? 

‘i’m drunk on my own tears isn’t that what they all say, that’ll  sue you if you step on my lawn’ okay bar?

the bridge was good but that’s about it.

i can fix him 

…………… not another matty song oh god

‘i can handle a dangerous man’…… im too stunned to speak this is so embarrassing 

wow taylor really is that girl who like ‘women supporting women’ and then dates/defends a racist bf…. a walking example of white feminism

intersectional feminism found dead.... twice....

loml

okay this is really nice? 

I WAS ACTUALLY ENJOYING THE SONG WHY DID SHE RUIN IT BY SAYING ‘MR STEAL YOUR GIRL’ 💀

if we ignore that one line we're good this is good. im refusing to let that line ruin such a good song

i can do it with a broken heart

‘bitch smile’ why are there so many cringey lyrics on this album lol

what is this song omg why do i kind of like it 

taylor please learn depressed isn’t a synonym for sad 

they recycled the mastermind production 

wait till taylor finds out most of the entire world is sad while they're doing their job and has to pretend they're not

smallest man who ever lived 

oh i think i like this?

‘you said normal girls were boring’ GIRL AND YOU DIDNT IMMEDIATELY GET UP AND LEAVE??? EWWWW??? she's not beating the pick-me allegations

'i just wanna know if rusting my sparking summer was the goal' okay love that line

i like this a lot

the alchemy

no….. no way this is real

i cannot

THE SPORTS METAPHORS WE JOKED SHED DO THAT AND SHE ACTUALLY DID IT OH NO 

touchdown ✅ teams ✅ benches ✅ winning streak ✅ the league ✅

she’s doing…… the worst thing ever this is so laughable 

the corny lyrics are on overload 

‘this time it’s heroine with an e’ didn’t she write folklore? i can’t remember 

that literally was an snl parody of a taylor song

clara bow

love how the guitar sounds… bet money this is an aaron track 

a stevie nicks reference!! a win!!!

i like this one a lot no cringey lyrics yet

nope never mind she name-dropped herself don’t like that

overall really liked it tho

the black dog

i think i like it?? this is kind of what i expected the album to be

okay for once the weird production choices kind of pay off

imgonnagetyouback

kinda catchy? 

she loves a fancy car getting wrecked line

the pre-choruses are the best part 

this would’ve been better without the jack of it all bc he loves a song that doesnt build to anything

this just comes down to personal preference: i don’t like her lighter vocals with jack’s heavy production (ie most of lover lol)

the albatross

a real instrument!!! production that matches taylor’s voice and is well mixed!!! aaron’s arrived!! 

i think it’s solid, has good writing and she sounds great. that's about it.

chloe or sam or…

took me a solid minute to have any semblance of a fuck to know what was going on but okay

okay i love this one

wayyyy more emotive than like… most of the original album

a lot of the 2nd version (or whatever this is lol) are way more emotive, maybe because her voice isnt drenched in reverb so we can actually hear her voice emote better

how did it end

this sounds like an old school adele song? 

i love this one too…. 

her being upset people wanna know what happened but then also feeding it while promoting the album oop 

i love the story of this one it's so refreshing

so high school

THE PRODUCTION is so good ugh aaron never fails 

the man here is a walking red flag girl and the lyrics are ~not it~ but the production is too pretty to hate it

fuck these lyrics are so bad lol

maybe if i disassociate hard enough i can ignore the lyrics and just listen to the production and vibe

give me a karaoke version of this song and we'd be so back

i hate it here

i mentioned disassociation and she made a whole song about it!!!! this one’s mine!!!! 

‘without all the racists’ GIRL HUH

WHAT WAS THE REASON

also... girl don’t act like we don’t know you’re fine with that lololololol

if i had a dime for every time i was liking a song to then have it slapped away because of a bad, out-of-pocket lyric…… 

thank you aimee

this isn’t grabbing my attention 

oh the bridge is interesting 

it’s meh 

i will never be thanking the people that bullied me thanks tho

i look in peoples windows 

what do you mean aaron didn’t produce this??? it’s well-made and has instruments? 

i love this one, again a really interesting and unique concept that's very refreshing to hear at this point when a lot of the songs feel repetitive

the prophecy

aaron guitar!!!! 

she’s nice i like her 

i've really grown to love how she sings this one, the melodies are cool.. however i feel like we've heard the same melody.. like on this exact album... where she upturns at the end of every line...

cassandra 

this seems very…. familiar… idk i feel like we’ve covered this (i mean there are 31 songs we’ve already covered everything lol)

this is such an aaron song, that's a classic 'the national' piano

i like her voice in this one tho, sounds good

peter

oh love i love this

now this? THIS feels the most like a taylor swift song

once again she’s at her best with a simple instrument and emotive simple lyrics

the piano reminds me of champagne problems

the bolter 

i like this! the chorus is so cute

oh i like that ending line a lot!

she’s cute, a little long and drawn out but cute

robin

i haven’t seen anyone talk about this one

welp…. i literally have no feelings toward this one but sounds pretty! 

the manuscript

oh this is soooooooo powerful 

i love this concept 

her ending the album on another introspective album that sums everything up a la dear reader yep yep!!

if you actually read of this ily 💗

[gabessquishytum]

University AU where Hob is one of those people that writes notes to himself all over his arms and hands. Digital reminders are too easy to dismiss and sure he's tried notebooks but they get left on a desk or in his dorm or in the grocery store produce aisle that one time, so it's not really a sustainable system. He has the bandwidth to remember his phone, his keys/wallet, and his laptop, and everything else is chance. He really is one of those types of people who would lose his head if it wasn't attached to his neck, at least his arms are more than likely going to stick with him.

Hob has a colorful pile of pens that write well on his hairy skin and the hard won ability to write semi-legibly with both hands to double his writing space. His assignments, grocery lists, personal to-dos, that one song a friend mentioned all get written on his skin so he doesn't have to remember to remember them.

It's all nicely contained until the day he is talking to one of his classmates about books and grabs their arm to write down his recommendation. Hob notices that Dream doesn't really object to the touching or the writing, and from that point on the floodgates open.

At first he just writes ideas and such for Dream on the other's skin but when Dream keeps coming up with reasons for Hob to write on him it quickly evolves into Hob writing himself reminders on Dream just to have the excuse later to grab his wrist and “check” the reminders by running a finger over them. Dream starts to regularly sport t-shirts under his jacket and arms covered in colorful scrawls in contrast to his otherwise monochromatic pallet.

When they start dating, Hob starts writing love notes on Dream’s skin. Little things like “remember: Hob loves you.” “date tonight 6pm” or “looking gorgeous” alongside the doodles and more day to day reminders. Dream might have a phone album full of snapshots of the notes.

When Dream proposes, he steals one of Hob's pens and takes the other man's hand to write “say yes to marriage proposal” on the back of it under the current to-do list. Hob doesn't even let the ink dry before he is trying to kiss the breath out of Dream while simultaneously saying yes.

-💥

This is the cutest thing ever, actually.

Dream is perfect for writing on (although he complains about it, just to keep up his unapproachable goth vibes). He's smooth and paper white, and honestly Hob could save so much money on notebooks and just write on Dream instead. Truthfully, most of what Hob writes is cute sappy stuff, or little inside jokes, or occasionally "drink some fucking water, you are just a houseplant with emotions".

On of Hob’s wedding presents to Dream is a lil trip to a tattoo studio, where Hob gets his marriage proposal permanently inked onto his skin (he didn't wash his hand for a week to preserve the message, and Dream is both disgusted and impressed). In return Hob writes a special "hob loves you" message for Dream to get tattooed as well. Its very schmoopy and Dream is secretly soooo pleased with it.

Yes, Hob also draws a lot of dicks on Dream, by the way. Sometimes the dicks have lil smiley faces. Sometimes they are semi accurate representations of Hob’s dick. This is all fine and good until Dream goes for his first fancy job interview after uni... with a massive, only slightly faded, cartoon penis on his hand. He still gets the job, but Hob has a lot of grovelling to do when he gets home...

He lets Dream draw all over him in bed, that night, to make up for it. And when Dream writes "MINE" is a few specific places on his body, Hob discovers a very specific kink. There may be a few more tattoos coming down the line... if he's a good boy and earns Dream’s writing on his skin <3

[tatumrileyslover]

Please Take Me Anywhere But Home

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Sejanus Plinth Headcannons ˚୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Pairing: Sejanus Plinth x Capital!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: nothing really it’s just fluffy, lil bit of self doubt from Sejanus, wintertime, small mention of the war :P

A/N: this is a small apology for pt2 of Capital Don’t Cry taking so long, this is kinda inspired by take me anywhere but home by Seulgi (my love) you’ll all need some cute Sejanus fluff before the angst of the next part (also none of this is proofread)

ೀ Sejanus is actually the sweetest boyfriend ever

ೀ is 100% a caregiver

ೀ you feel slightly ill he's making sure you're tucked up in bed and Ma will send an entire basket of homemade pastries

ೀ he's definitely a neat freak

ೀ if you hurt yourself in anyway at all, he has something for it

ೀ your stomach hurts, he has painkillers

ೀ you cut yourself, he has bandages

ೀ you have a killer migraine, he somehow has some morphling to help ease the pain.

ೀ and he tops it all off with a forehead kiss

ೀ definitely a paranoid type

ೀ knows you would cheat on him ever, but the second he sees you talking to someone else, he's immediately insecure

ೀ I think he feels he's not good enough for you

ೀ a successful Capital citizen, your family is very powerful, you already had your foot in some of the business your family owned.

ೀ he was just him, no matter how hard he tried, he'd never be seen as Capital, he was the black sheep of his family and the black sheep in the Academy

ೀ you never cared about his background

ೀ at the Academy he was the only person you met who wasn't self-centred and vain and that was really fucking attractive

ೀ probably thought you were only trying to be his friend because of a friend or something

ೀ definitely a bit cautious of you at first but that man is head over heels in no time

ೀ definitely the type to buy you flowers and a teddy bear

ೀ let's be honest you probably have a collection of teddy bears from every date you've ever been on

ೀ definitely love physical touch

ೀ always walking round hand in hand

ೀ loves walking you from class to class, just the feeling of your small hand in his makes his heart soar

ೀ he's also big on forehead kisses

ೀ he's definitely embarrassed of his Ma the first time you meet

ೀ she's pulling out the photo albums, all Sejanus's baby pictures on display

ೀ he genuinely wants the world to swallow him whole in that moment

ೀ assumes (incorrectly) that you'll see him as inferior, since you're seeing photos of him when he was in the district

ೀ it honestly makes you fall in love with him more, getting to see him in his childhood home

ೀ that night he walks you back to your apartment, snow falling, walking hand in hand

The Capital look beautiful at this time of year, arguably more than usual with Sejanus by your side. The cold breeze that left the tip of your nose red to the plush scarf Sejanus insisted you wear on your walk back to your apartment. The snow crunched beneath your feet, bring back memories of your childhood. Innocent memories of winters past spent making angels in the snow and the bleak, grim wintertime during the war. Although the snow brought unpleasant memories, it also brought you him.

His soft black hair had begun to turn white, sprinkled with powdery flakes. His Ma insisted he wear a woollen hat but he tore it off the second he was out of her sight. You could tell he was a bit embarrassed all night, she immediately took you in as if you were family, showing you all the family photos, including ones of him as a child.

He looked so cute, seeing him back in his home back in District Two. His Ma told stories of their town and flaunted photos of the picturesque mountains they lived near. Ma Plinth was proud of her home, and you could tell she missed it dearly. You wished you had the same type of bond with your home like she did but the Capital wasn't a place to be proud of. You felt like a songbird stuck in a cage, only to be ogled at. You wanted to be free, that's what drew you to Sejanus in the first place, he was a breath of fresh air. Lost in thought, you slowed down a bit.

"Are you alright?" Sejanus looked a bit concerned, he was convinced that his Ma's sales pitch of District Two had completely turned you off. He was almost certain that you'd never speak to him again after tonight. You turned you head to him happily humming examining his red cheeks.

"I was thinking..." Sejanus froze in his tracks, turning to face you, fearing the worst. His heart melted when he heard what came out of your mouth.

"After we graduate from the Academy, if you'd like to take a trip to Two, you could show me around the place, I'd love to learn more about where you grew up,"

"You want to visit District Two?" Sejanus was shocked, thinking the idea of visiting the districts would never cross your mind.

"Well, your Ma made one hell of a sales pitch, it sounds like the most beautiful place," you're soft hands pushed some hair out of his eyes, resting softly on his cheek, "you don't talk about it often and I know how important it is to you, I want to learn more about your life before you came here," Sejanus's hand covered your own, he looked at you in awe, he couldn't have dreamt up a better partner.

"Are you sure you want to?" You smiled brightly, nodding while pulling him closer to you. It was like a scene out of a movie, the snowflakes continued to fall in clusters across the quiet streets of the Capital, the entire city fell silent. His brown eyes bore into your soul, his hands tenderly cradled the back of your neck, pulling you in swiftly to unite your lips. He couldn't help but smile throughout the kiss, happiness radiating within him. He pulls back gently, his hand resting on your cheek, carefully examining your face.

"I'd go anywhere with you, just take me anywhere but home."

[discotitsposts]

born to die

reader is secretly best friends with a famous singer

bau x reader

set in season 7 so 2012

“Have you guys heard about that new singer, Lana Del Rey?” JJ asked the team while waiting for the brief of the new case on the jet. Hotch and Rossi had taken up conversation in the corner leaving the younger team members some quality time. Derek shakes his head. You smile to yourself. Lana was actually a stage name and her real name was Elizabeth and she had been one of your best friends ever since you had met her in the seventh grade during an incident in Lake Placid.

The team didn’t know that though. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to tell them. It’s just that the topic had never come up before so you didn’t reveal it. You were very mysterious to them. Honestly you were just private.

Emily smiles, “Yes!! Her album is called ‘Born To Die’ it’s so good!”

Morgan tells you that he’s going to listen to it. He puts his headphones on and closes his eyes. He starts singing ‘Summertime Sadness’ out loud. Spencer looks around confused. Not being kept up on pop culture he had no clue who she was. You explain to him Lana’s vibe is very vintage and her voice is beautiful, which is why people love her. You, having heard her early music when she first started, are very excited about her newfound popularity.

“I heard she’s playing a show in New York soon, wanna go?” JJ asks Emily when the jet lands

“I’d love to!! Who else wants to go?” Emily looks around at everyone. Morgan raises his hand and says, “I’m in!”

They look at you and Spencer.

“How about you guys?” JJ asks with a big grin. Spencer stammers trying to think of an excuse when you say, “I can get the tickets for us. I have an in at the arena.” They nod excitedly. Spencer, being quite fond of you, nods.

“I’ll go. It might be fun.” He smiles at you. Hotch and Rossi were listening in and tell you they would like to join. You smile at them and shoot off a text to your so called contact at the arena. The performer herself.

You smile and put your phone down.

After the case, you’re all back on the jet.

“Hey you got a ticket for Penelope right, I called her and she said she would die to go.” Morgan asks you.

“Of course! Couldn’t leave her out.” You didn’t tell them you didn’t need to buy tickets.

When you get back to the BAU Penelope runs in.

“We’re actually going!! I’m so excited!! What should I wear!” She asks you.

“Whatever’s comfortable!” You respond while folding your sweater up and putting it in your bag.

“Hey do you know what section we’ll be in?” Emily asks looking up from her phone.

“Right up front.”

Everyone’s jaws drop. “You got us all front rows?” JJ asks. You nod.

Day of the show

You and the girls had gotten ready together in your hotel room. Rossi had ordered a limousine for everyone.

“Where are the tickets?” JJ asks when you get to the ticket station and the man holds his hand out to check for your tickets.

“Oh we don’t need tickets.” You laugh and look for a security guard. You motion everyone to follow you. They look at each other in confusion but follow you. You tell Ed the security guard your name and he tells you all to follow him. He brings you to a backstage room.

“Are we MEETING HER?” Penelope, JJ, Morgan, and Emily jump around screaming.

Lana walks in and everyone damn near passes out. She looks absolutely beautiful. She’s wearing a white dress with her hair big and heavy makeup. She spots you and grins.

“Hi! I’m so glad to see you!” She runs to you and gives you a big hug.

“I’m so proud of you! Look where you’re performing! How do you feel?” You ask.

“I know it’s so crazy. I’m feeling a huge adrenaline rush,” She smiles fiddling with her hands. “Maybe some nerves too.”

“Well you’re going to do amazing. Just think of it as the bar you used to play at and I’m gonna be right there cheering you on!” The whole team is watching you interact with her in such awe.

“Alright, I’m going on soon. Ed, can you take them to their row? Have fun everyone!” She squeezes your hands and waves at everyone as she walks to the door. She blows you a kiss and you blow one back and shake your hips. A secret handshake you guys made up.

Emily smacks your arm gently. “Why didn’t you tell us you’re friends with a singer who’s been all over the radio lately?”

“You didn’t ask me.” Their faces drop. They hadn’t asked you much of anything when you’d first joined. Everyone was nice they just hadn’t spoken to you about your personal life much. Therefore you hadn’t told them anything.

“Know anyone else famous?” JJ asks jokingly as if you might secretly be friends with a whole bunch of A-list celebrities.

“Ever hear of Taylor Swift?” She was also a good friend of yours. You show everyone a picture you had taken with a Tay a few weeks ago when you had gone to dinner with her. JJ almost faints.

The show was a blast and you all had fun. She played everything from Born To Die and her latest release, Paradise. You had even noticed Spencer seemed to like the song, Diet Mountain Dew. He had been tapping his fingers rhythmically to the beat. Lizzy had pointed at you and smiled and waved to you all during the show. Her voice live is so beautiful. After, you had all hung out with Lana and went to dinner with her and everyone was spilling with questions for her. You were laughing for hours with everyone.

“I heard Britney Spears is playing at a stadium nearby tomorrow.” Penelope winds some more spaghetti on her fork with Rossi giving her a disapproving look at the improper way she wound her pasta.

“Oh yeah. For ‘Femme Fatale’ she invited me to that. I might go. Who wants to join?” You speak as if you’re just asking them if they want to get coffee. Leaving everyone wondering how the hell you know all these people.

Needless to say, after that everyone asked you a lot more about yourself.

[politemagic]

AHEM!

Not nearly enough people on this site are talking about Alpha Wolf. So, if you don't mind, I'd like to give you a little background to help make my case as to why YOU should be listening to Alpha Wolf! (buckle in, gang. this is gonna be a little long)

For my fellow Sleep Token fans, you've likely seen these photos, right?

Vessel was photographed in an Alpha Wolf hoodie a while ago, and then Alpha Wolf dressed as Sleep Token for Halloween last year!

but you should really check out the full video on their youtube!

But who are those guys?

Alpha Wolf is an Australian metalcore band comprised of five members! They've toured with the likes of The Amity Affliction, Motionless in White, and Polaris. They have three full length studio albums Mono (2017) (quick side note that they DID have a different lead vocalist for this album), A Quiet Place to Die (2020), and newly released Half Living Things (2024). Now, let introduce you to the band real quick.

Lochie Keogh - Lead Vocals

he has some of my favorite aggressive scream vox, his voice can really pack a punch. also my babygirl, my beloved🖤 | instagram

John Arnold - Bass, Backing Vocals

get yourself a man who can do both, we love our resident cool bassist. (they're staring at you intimidatingly to convince you to listen to their music) | instagram

Scottie Simpson - Lead Guitar

my certified cool guy™ in my book and honestly incredibly photogenic look at that man | instagram

Sabian Lynch - Rhythm Guitar

his tour vlogs are so fun to watch!! he's always having a good time, wonderful fun and cool guy | instagram | youtube

Mitch Fogarty - Drums

a sweet happy lovely goofball. man fills my heart with so much joy you don't even know | instagram

They are always performing with passion & energy. They're one of those bands that you can tell enjoy their concerts, because they're always having a great time on stage. I dare you to scroll through their instagram for five minutes and then try to tell me that they don't look like a fun bunch o' fellas!

Here I present five songs for your consideration.

(thank you to my beloved alpha wolf mutual @simpleapparition for helping me to make this list)

Their most popular track, if you're going to check them out, Akudama is a great place to start. It's their most popular for a reason!

I consider 60cm Of Steel to be another essential Alpha Wolf track. This one is also a collaboration with Holding Absence (another one of my favorite bands, but that's beside the point).

Acid Romance is another song from the same album as Akudama (A Quiet Place to Die). If you're in the market for some angsty lyrics, this bad boy's for you.

For the final two recommendations, I shall present two of our own personal favorites off of their new album, Half Living Things!

Garden of Eyes comes recommended by @simpleapparition

Mangekyō comes recommended by yours truly, @politemagic

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

[watatsumiis]

you know when you see pics of older people from when they were in their early adult-hood years and and turns out they were BANGIN’ hot. like they-definitely-had-a-line-of-lovers type of sexy. Pierro.

YOURE SO SO REAL FOR THIS LIKE GENUINELY. Like. Pierro is that brand of old man crunchy where like.. he aged like a fine wine most certainly, but its so easy to tell that he looked like a greek god in his youth - chiseled jawline, striking eyes, that easy confidence that comes from a life of having pretty privilege thrust upon you from pretty much the moment you came out--

Like.. i feel like he wouldve looked like the grunge aesthetic young adult they slap on the front of album covers where he looks sunken and tired but in a totally dashing way, with wind-tousled hair (honestly i never even thought of his original hair colour until now. i just imagine it white/grey because thats SO him. i could see it being brown, maybe blond?) and eye bags that look like they were dabbed on delicately with eyeshadow and a brush.

but even with all of that i do also just see him looking like he was just straight up carved from marble with his broad shoulders and the confident way he stands. Like he was drop dead gorgeous, the folks of khaenri'ah swooned over him, most everyone assumed he would go on to become a knight simply because of the whole 'dashing knight in armour' stereotype.

He's the sort of guy you see playing someones grandpa in a film and you're like "wait hes so hot though. now i wanna see what he looked like when he was younger" and then you get mad because HOW CAN PEOPLE BE SO GORGEOUS THEIR ENTIRE LIVES HUH. HOW IS THAT FAIR.

I feel like his looks are not really something he openly acknowledges or even really realises - I guess this ties in to my oddly specific Pierro headcanons ((gives that old man a million mental illnesses and refuses to elaborate)) but i imagine he gets really really caught up in the minor details and just sort of passively sees himself as very just .. 'whatever', despite just how many people have always told him how handsome and beautiful he is.

Like, of course he'll thank them for the compliment but in his head he has like 90 rebuttals and genuinely convinces himself that theyre just saying it to be nice/polite/to get in his good graces/whatever. man has imposter syndrome out the wazoo .

I think he definitely aged very finely and gracefully, all things considered, but his obsessive fear of aging physically makes him feel like he hasnt. but to me . old man pierro is the most gorgeous . perfect.

[mywritingonlyfans]

State of being in love. // Karen (Sirko) Karen X Reader!

prompt: goofy in love, karen proposes to you one morning with you in her arms after having relived how important you are to her in her mind. it's fluffly as fuck.

words: 1,7K.

warnings: just a few mentions of sex.

Every once in a while, when you're in love, your head fills with thoughts and memories of your special someone, as a reminder of what it was like to have found someone who actually added to your life and well-being, and Karen enjoyed those daydreams.

  The night before, freed from recording the album for a day, as well as without the least bother to disturb her or you, you went out to take over the city together. You already lived in that big house with her, the boys and Camila from the beginning, honestly Karen no longer remembered how things were in her life before you, her memory was elaborate around having you by her side, and although at some point she already felt insecure about love, next to you it was as if that had never happened.

  Going out with you, day or night, consisted of expecting the same things to come. You were quite the opposite of her, your clothes were more adapted for the summer, like the girls from LA dressed. Karen on the other hand, was more restrained, she didn't think that was bad, she thought you were brave for walking around like that without giving a damn little to the opinion of others, something that she could not do completely. She believed that her clothes help to present her as a member to be respected within a band full of men. But with you it was different, you had a naive face but it was far from that, and although Karen would not have the patience to argue with anyone who upset her about her decisions, you would do it for yourself, with claws and sharp teeth, and you would still do it for her if it's necessary. Karen admired you for it.

  Once, in LA itself, Karen felt jealous of a guy who was being too friendly with you. Eating your body up with the eyes, all disgustingly and she hated how his hand would end up on your back every now and then. To you, he was just being friendly, you were talkative, so you were enjoying it, Karen knew you meant no harm. However, having Karen as dry as the desert in terms of her responses and looks at you, something that she doesn't usually do, at least not with you, you realized what was wrong. Without delay, you went to her and kissed her, those deep ones, where hair is pulled, bodies touch and the mind gets dizzy. Obviously the man rose from view, proving that Karen was right, however she smiled at you and thanked you, she felt that you had not invalidated her insecurity, and that meant a lot to her. Unsurprisingly, you received strange looks in your directions, and while you were happily glued to each other, incessant little cuddles and dirty touch, just like most of the couples in the bar, you were asked to leave, aka expelled.

  Feeling disgusted, on that same night, you had sex in one of the local bars, Karen had pinned you to a wall in a dark place, which no longer smelled very good, and hiked up your mini skirt, marking your neck and collarbone as hers, ready to use her fingers on you until your mind was nothing but floating stars in a white sky. To add, her tongue did a good job of getting you clean and dry again. You had been expelled once again, but this time for good reason.

  And of course, in addition to the sex, which was an amazing thing when it came to you and which could keep Karen's head busy for hours at a time, there were the sweet moments that filled her heart even more. You were quite expressive, something Karen was still working on, you liked asking Billy for help writing verses, resulting in Karen getting love letters when she felt sad or stressed or just because you wanted her to read one. Some days, you would leave a small piece of paper, sometimes even a napkin from a snack bar, it doesn’t matter, written in your messy handwriting, inside her shoes or coat. She loved it and it never failed to make her day better. Billy always asked about the verses, wanting to know if she had received it, Karen just laughed awkwardly, a state only you could make her reach, and Billy already knew the answer even without her saying anything.

  In addition, you always get him stuff that reminded you of her, you were passionate about it, you arrived with a tallow book, saying that you thought of her when you read the description or clothes from a thrift store, claiming that they would look perfect on her, and it really did. You also loved to get her favorite flowers to give to her at some of the band's concerts, you were always there, jumping around and praising her over the night. At first she found it lame, but it was impossible not to fall in love with you and your little details.

  And there she was, looking at you sleeping in her arms, solemn and naked, still with a sex bliss, with your hair tousled.

  You wake up to the feeling of soft kisses all over your cheeks. You open your eyes to see Karen smiling down at you.

 "Good morning, my love," she says, her voice low and husky. Her face was lit before you, which made you feel cozy.

 You stretch and yawn, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin. "Good morning, Karen. What's going on?" You hugged her closer, burying your face in her breasts. She laughed at how goofy you were.

 Karen leans down to kiss you on the lips, her hands cradling your face. "I want to marry you," she whispers against your mouth. Simple and honest. Something that was expected of you and not so much of her, but she couldn't be more right.

 You sit up in bed, surprised. Looking at her with a silly face. Was she serious? She seemed to be. "What? Are you for you?"

 Karen nodded, her eyes bright and clear. You loved her with all your heart. "Completely serious. I love you more than anything in the world, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?" She continued as if this was an easy decision to make overnight. You had never talked about marriage, at least not in the formal way, but you planned to be together for a long time. Maybe there wasn't that much of a difference.

 You look at her, your heart full of love and joy. "Of course, Karen. I will marry you, gladly." You smiled big, she would never forget that.

 Karen pulled you into a tight embrace, her arms wrapped around you. "Thank you, my love. I promise to make you happy every single day."

 You hug her back, feeling overwhelmed with emotion in her warm morning body. "I know you will, Karen. You already do. I love you so much."

 Karen broke away and looked at you, her eyes shining with some tears. "Let's get married today. I don't want to wait any longer." You laughed funny at her momentary urgency, but you felt the same way. If you had accepted, why would you both leave it for later?

 You smile and nod. "Okay, let's do it. I'll get ready, and then we can go to the courthouse and make it official."

 Karen jumps out of bed, her energy infectious. "Yes, let's go! This is the best day ever, Jesus Christ." And in that moment you can see a piece of yourself in her. You couldn't imagine her acting like that with anyone but you.

 As you get dressed, you can't help but feel like everything is falling into place. You and Karen may be different, but you complement each other perfectly. She brings a sense of calm and stability to your life, and you bring a sense of joy and spontaneity to hers. Together, you know that you can conquer anything.

 You leave the house hand in hand, ready to start your new life as a married couple. The future is uncertain, but you know that as long as you have each other, everything will be okay.

 Everything was easier than expected, not exactly in a courthouse, but Karen knew a man and for good money, you solved it without difficulty. You were more than happy and had bought a cheap ring from an antique shop around the corner from home, you didn't care if you had rings or not, however you thought it appropriate to have a pair for when you went to tell the boys and Camila when you got back.

  They hated not being told, and they weren't surprised, the team claimed they expected no less from you. Still outraged, they decided to make a sort of wedding for you, completely improvised, Camila glued aluminum foil strips on the balcony and Billy was the shepherd. The boys took care of the music and setting, they all just wanted to be part of that special moment with you.

  When it was the official time, you weren't nervous, but there in front of your friends it was different, as if you were realizing it, like hitting your hard on the mind, it was something big and you loved it. Graham walked you up to Karen, he kissed you on the head, all smiling and asked you to take care of her. Karen welcomed you with open arms and then you noticed that she had tears running down her rosy cheeks, soon you hugged her tight and couldn't help but cry too. She was everything to you and she was yours. To be honest, everyone was emotional, and seeing you both there, getting emotional during the vows and Billy crying when declaring you married, even with it being just acting, was something strong and overwhelming, as if you were really made for each other.

[darling-phoebe]

scary dog privilege ! judah zelinsky ❥ gn! singer! reader, part 1

gender neutral reader, mention of makeup use but makeup is for anyone idc. no use of y/n but i had to stretch to make that happen lowkey. nothing else really i'm just feral for this man and would let him do things to me that are concerning to feminism. thank u <3

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"so, tell me... your new album is a smash hit all across the globe. your song, 'bruised affections' is trending everywhere on social media. two months ago, you were living a normal life, and now you're a superstar. how does that feel?"

you were sat on a couch of your favorite late night talk show, late night confessions with stella goth. your hair styled perfectly, your makeup flawless. you were wearing a baggy white sweater with a big knit strawberry on the front, funky red bell bottoms, and black dress shoes, giving you the vibe that the world had fallen for; eclectic and down to earth.

"it's honestly really crazy," you admitted. "it's like you said, two months ago i was procrastinating my final essay for college, started goofing around and singing this song i was working on. my friend started recording me, and next thing i know i'm going viral?" you shook your head, smiling softly. "and of course it was a day i looked like a total bum. i think i had dorito crumbs in my hair still." you laughed, and stella laughed with you.

"any regrets? other than the dorito hair?"

you cracked a grin. "no, no regrets. i've always known music was one my true love. and getting to share it with you guys has been such a joy."

"it's been as much a joy for us, i promise," she replied, before standing. "ladies and gentlemen, our new favorite superstar!" as she said your stage name, you stood beaming, washed away in a sea of applause and cheers.

you stepped off the stage, and before you saw anyone else─ any family, any managers or pr crew─ you were greeted by your bodyguard. he towered above you, holding a bottle of water and one of your favorite sandwiches.

"you did great," he said, voice stoic and soft all at once. "now drink some water."

you smiled fondly. "aw thanks, you big softie," you said, before taking a sip. "we headed to the after party?"

he shook his head, much to your surprise. "back to the hotel. easton─" your manager, "─wants you up early tomorrow for dance rehearsals, so you are on strict orders to go to sleep."

"party pooper," you teased, before shrugging. "i won't complain though, i'm exhausted. this week's kicked my ass."

"worth it?" he asked, his eyes seeming to scan yours in a way you couldn't quite explain.

"worth it."

the two of you walked back to judah's car─ he always insisted on driving, didn't trust anyone else to get you there safe. you admired how seriously he took his job. he thought of everything. you'd never met someone so dedicated, but you supposed that was a good thing in his field. you just wished he'd loosen up a bit, let himself have fun. he never wanted to take a day off, insisted that he had to focus on your safety.

ah, well, maybe you'd convince him to look beyond his job someday.

when you arrived at the hotel, you were of course greeted by what felt like an ocean of reporters and paparazzi. everyone wanted to know what you were wearing, if you were going on tour soon, anything and everything.

you, being the sweet and still somewhat naïve person you were, tried to answer as many as you could.

"tour dates will be released soon," you promised. "people way smarter than me are planning all that out right now."

"and do you have a partner?"

"as in an opener for the tour?" you quirked your head. "not sure yet, but─"

"no, a relationship partner. boyfriends, girlfriends?"

"give us all the juicy details!"

"well, i─" you started, but your voice must've sounded strained, because judah quickly stepped in.

"we're focusing on music right now," he answered. "and we won't be taking any more ridiculous questions at this time, thank you." then judah placed his arm around your shoulders, and guided you into the hotel and up to your room.

"thank you for handling that back there," you said, as you stepped into the elevator.

"of course." his words were typically few and far between, his tone always so formal and serious. but there was a layer of fondness somewhere in there, something soft and affectionate. you were growing on him, you were sure. the thought made you smile.

if only you knew that your smile was one he'd kill for. one he had already killed for.

the elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. before you knew it, you were in your suite. "you sleeping on the couch again tonight?"

"mhm."

"y'know the record label pays for your own private room," you pointed out, not for the first time.

"if something happens, i need to be within reach," judah maintained. he stepped closer, looking down at you with a strange look in his pretty green eyes. "i can't let anything happen to you."

you shook your head, and took his hands in yours. it was an attempt to comfort his apparent anxiety─ you didn't know it only made his heart pound harder in his chest. like the most euphoric kind of heart attack. "nothing's gonna happen," you promised. "we're both safe. i promise."

god, you were so sweet. so perfect and kind. and so impossibly naïve.

"get some sleep," he mumbled. it wasn't what he wanted to say. he had a million other things on his mind. but he was worried it would shatter everything. what if, when he kissed you, you left? what if you wouldn't let him protect you anymore?

he didn't want to have to force you.

"you should too," you said. "i know you're putting on a brave face, but it's obvious how tired you are. you can't keep staying up just 'cause something might happen."

"okay," he said simply. "goodnight."

you beamed up at him. "goodnight."

as you got ready for bed, judah settled himself on the couch. he wrapped himself in the snoopy blanket you'd gifted him. it still smelled like you. before he knew it, before you even returned from the bathroom, he'd drifted off into sleep.

─ [ . : ｡✿ ]

in the darkness, there was a small jingling sound. then a clatter, a little louder. judah tossed and turned sleepily. a door creaked open. footsteps, quick and clumsy. loud enough for judah's eyes to snap open.

he jumped up, grabbed the intruder by the throat, and held them up in the air as the man struggled and choked.

"i'm going to ask you once," judah muttered darkly. "what are you doing here?"

"i─i just wanted─ a picture, th─that's all!"

he raised a brow. "a picture? of them sleeping? over my dead body." and just like that, he snapped his puny neck between his hands like it was nothing. he let the man fall to the floor, and stood over his dead body with an empty look in his eyes. "or your dead body, i guess."

faintly, he heard the sounds of stirring from across the room. a sleepy hum, the shifting of the hotel bed.

he walked over, calm as a light breeze on a summer's day. he stood at your bedside, then knelt down beside it. your eyes blinked open slowly, but you could hardly keep them open. "heard... noise? everything─ hmm, everything okay?"

"everything's fine," he promised, stroking your hair with all the care and tenderness in the world. "just dropped something. nothing to worry about, i'll get it cleaned up." you were moments away from drifting back into a deep sleep already, so he took a chance. "you're safe, my love. now go back to sleep." and he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"i'll take care of everything."

─ [ . : ｡✿ ]

❛ i wish i was the pedal brake that you depended on ❜

part 2 coming soon

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(Yoko and Wednesday are roommates. Warning for creepy people, murder, and gore. Mostly from Hyde-Tyler getting murdered.)

"Why'd you do it, Addams?" Wednesday doesn't halt in hitting her typewriter keys; she barely acknowledges Yoko's presence in their shared dorm.

"I've done nothing, Tanaka."

"Oh, ho, ho. Well, well, well," Yoko says. Wednesday can hear her snarky grin in her voice, "but you have. They found a body in the woods." That grabs the seer's interest. She turns around to face her roommate.

"A body?" Yoko grins, fangs out and gleaming.

"A body. Intact for the most part, which seems odd for you. I do have to say, good on you for picking targets. Apparently, the guy was big-shot journalist's son, who got off charges of being a creep because he's daddy's got power."

Wednesday nods, "the Fitzpatrick's son. A most fine target; on that we agree." She turns to face her typewriter once more. "But I wasn't being deceitful when I said this kill wasn't mine. Unfortunate, too. I'd love to have this one added to my record."

Yoko visibly deflates, dramatically falling onto her bed and spreading out.

"Dammit! I bet Divina 20 dollars it was you..."

"I am flattered you think it was mine, truly."

Yoko sighs, dejected.

She sits up.

"Maybe it was the Nevermore Monster!" She wiggles her fingers, making a low 'oooooo' sound.

"The Nevermore Monster? What is that?"

Yoko blinks.

"You don't know the Nevermore Monster? It fits, like, 80% of your interests. All the way up your ally." Wednesday scoff.

"Are you insinuating I'm a liar?"

"I ain't callin' you a truther!"

"Why would I lie about that?! If I knew of a man-murdering monster around Nevermore, I'd tell everyone that came too close that I'd call for it to eat them." Wednesday rips out her paper and sets it in the box with the others. She stands up, and grabs a flashlight.

"Where are you going?" Wednesday calls out for thing, stopping so the hand can climb her and rest on her shoulder.

"To look for the monster." She walks to the window.

"What?! Are you crazy? If Weems finds out, you're dead!"

"Good thing my roommate won't tell on me," she turns to face the vampire, staring her in the eyes. "Otherwise I'll tell Fisher about her photo album of her." Yoko's hands tighten.

"Oh, you little—" she punches the air, grinding her teeth.

"I'll be back later. Or maybe the monster will eat me." She turns back to the window. Opens it, then steps out.

"What bliss."

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Wednesday honestly wasn't expecting to find much; a particularly hungry animal if anything. Though, most animals never attack humans, and even fewer eat them. A pity, really.

She's near the edge of the woods when she hears this... sound. It sounds like a wolf and a person yelling at once, like they came from the same throat.

Thing jumps off and runs back to the dorms.

Coward.

There's a low, heavy thumping, akin someone taking large rocks and slamming them down.

She looks for the source and sees nothing. The moon's mostly out, providing some natural lighting.. Her flashlight helps brighten things up when she can't quite make them out.

There's a massive fallen log and she has to walk over it. It's so thick she has to lift her leg past her stomach just to get over it.

She's only a few yards from it when she hears a bone-rattling crunch!

She turns around, and sees the log is snapped clean in half, a figure retreating into the shadows.

Her right hand reaches for a knife, the left one holding her flashlight in a white-knuckle grip.

The figure of the thing dashes around until her back hits a tree. She runs away, sprinting until she finds a hiding spot. The monster sniffs around for her, and when it finds her little hiding spot, it stares at her. It lowers itself to the ground.

And she just stares at the almost-person that stares back. Its body is hidden behind the bushes and a fallen tree, leaving just its human-looking skull shown.

The —person? They look so human— thing looks almost normal. So close, but it's just off in a way that has even Wednesday's skin crawling.

It's arms (what she can see, anyways) are long and thin, like tree branches. It's teeth are bared in what seems to be curiosity, and they look like needles. It's eyes have a pitch black sclera, the color other color being the blue rings of it's eyes. It's got deer-antlers, thick like a buck's.

Its claws are wolf-like, and massive.

"What are you?" She whispers

An elongated ear swishes. There's fur on it. A tail thumps the ground behind it.

It's mouth moves, and for the first time Wednesday realizes it has lips.

"Roo—" the thing pauses, and stares at her harder. "Rah." It sticks its oddly human lips out in a pout and glares at them. Its glaring at its mouth, Wednesday realizes; its angry that it can't talk to her.

"The Nevermore Monster." She says. The thing's head dips in a sort of nod, blinking its bright eyes at her.

"Mmm." Wednesday, despite herself, smiles.

"You can communicate!" She takes one of her knives off her belt and tosses it to the ground, right in front of the thing's eyesight.

Its sheath and handle is black, the metal a dark red color.

"ROW." The thing growls, swiping at the sheath. When the knife falls out of the ruined leather, it takes the knife and holds it, inspecting it. Twirling it this way and that.

"Rooooooooooo." The thing starts purring. It places the knife on the ground and starts pawing at it, flinging it one way, stopping it, when flinging it the opposite way.

"Do you not like black?" She can't help but feel... bad. She adores black, but this monster doesn't seem to share her color-scheme.

Does the monster like her?

The beast tilts its head, then looks her up and down.

"Rah!" Its head bobs.

"Do you even understand me?"

"Raw!" Wednesday blinks at the mammoth thing.

"Okay."

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("How was it meeting the Nevermore Monster?" Yoko'd asked, teasing.

Wednesday scoff, pressing her typewriter's keys.

"There's so much blood." She writes.

"There was no monster, Tanaka." She lies.

"A monster's roar shakes the ground we stand on."

"I should've known better than to believe gossip.")

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She's found out a lot. Like the fact that the monster needs so much food. She lead a dozen cattle one night and there wasn't even bone left over. Except for a skull that she got to keep.

Yoko screamed when she saw it on Wednesday's desk.

It's become a routine: Wednesday goes and does all the work she has to, goes to the store after curfew, and finds little snacks and foods for the beast to taste.

She's named her.

Enid.

The beast had chittered at the name, wiggling pointy ears and cooing like a bird. She liked it.

She also found that she doesn't hate black; she likes black on Wednesday at least. her favorite color is pink.

Wednesday had to buy a shirt and pants so big she could sleep in them like a blanket, and they barely fit her the monster.

Enid likes pink most, she learns. She has Thing pick up the most expensive, high-quality clothing she can get custom-made. Enid teared through the gloves she was given, which Wednesday doesn't mind. She likes getting to see the claws.

Wednesday needs to use gloves to touch the repugnant clothing. At least Enid likes them.

She wonders if Enid would like to try something that isn't meat for once. She should get some apples for her to try.

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"We're almost there." She says, dragging a boy the hand. He's been caught several times being uncomfortably close to people, ignoring requests to stop talking to someone, and at one point, got caught spying on people through their windows.

Apparently, it's the brother of the Fitzpatrick's boy that went missing.

She guesses the apple got thrown from branch to branch.

"Good, because this date is gonna be awesome!" She needed some way to get him to the woods. If she lied about wanting to kiss (the idea makes her shudder.) Him, then it's her business.

She lets go of him and ignores the itching need to wash her hands raw, turns, and points at a large rock.

"Wait here."

She doesn't listen to his whining questioning before she hops over a thick tree root, sliding down a hill into a little alcove between trees and dirt.

Enid blinks her not-human-not-animal eyes at her when she pushes the brush of leaves of her makeshift door aside.

"Greetings, Enid." She pets on the monster's head when she dips her head down in greeting. "I have a gift." Enid's eyes get big, she looks like an excited cat.

"Raaaa?" She growls lowly in question.

"Follow me." She leads Enid out from her little hole-in-the-wall and up the hill.

The Fitzpatrick's boy is still there, his back to them.

"Enid?" Her head turns to face Wednesday, massive teeth showing in her confusion.

"Roooow?" He turns around when he hears Enid's low rumbles. He stands up and walks backwards, tripping over the stone he sat on, looking at Enid in fear.

"What the fuck is that?!"

Wednesday points at the petrified, shaking boy with a glee she hasn't felt since she first met Enid.

"Fetch."

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("Did you hear about the other Fitzpatrick's kid? Apparently, they found his body torn to pieces! They said his entrails were found tossed onto the top of a tree 30 feet away, and that his limbs were just gone!" Wednesday rolls her eyes at her roommate, her face blank.

"The Nevermore Monster, I presume?"

Yoko rolls her eyes this time, looking at the cattle skull. Its large horns and picked-clean bone.

"Maybe.")

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Wednesday knew it— she fucking knew it. She knew something was off about Tyler, and she knew it would bite her in the ass. But she had to fucking fall to comphet. She just had to.

And now, here she is, running from the goddamn Hyde, trying to find a way to kill it. She has an idea.

She runs to the woods.

She can feel her neck bruise and her throat ache from where it choked her.

"Enid!" She calls out. The Hyde's growling rings out in the dark of the forest.

It sounds like it's right behind her.

"En—" there's a deeper, much louder roar and a slam, then the wet snap of bone.

She turns around so fast her braids whip her skin. She draws a knife.

She never got to see all of Enid, even though she gave her clothing. She always hid herself behind trees and bushes and shrubby. Wednesday never got to see her stand all the way up.

Enid is massive.

The Hyde is also giant, but Enid almost dwarfs it. Her hands are almost big enough to crush the Hyde completely.

The bigger sweeter monster turns to her. She can tell something's changed since they last spoke; Enid's head shape is different and her antlers look much sharper, she's bigger than before. She's covered in fur.

"Enid?" A bushy tail swings behind her. The Hyde gets up slowly. It's so small compared to Enid, Wednesday doesn't see it until it's got its arms closing around the beast.

"Enid!" Her warning doesn't come out in time for Enid to react. The Hyde might be much smaller, but it's fast and no less strong.

It throws Enid through a tree, slamming her back into a hard stone.

There's a snap! and Enid whining.

"Enid..." she promised to never again weep, but she's crying now— sobbing silently while Enid fights for both their lives.

She grips her knife and waits.

The Hyde has big bug eyes. She's going to stab them.

She doesn't need to wait long; she can feel the wind of Enid's swing, sending the Hyde sailing over her head. She runs at it.

It's left forearm is gone, a bleeding stump with bone sticking out being all that's left.

its eyes (big, nasty eyes) blink stupidly when it realizes what Wednesday is about to do.

She jumps and drives the knife through its right eye, feeling all of the blood and tissue and nerves give way under her weapon.

The Hyde roars, smacking Wednesday with it's stump into a tree, knocking the wind out of her. She can hear its pain.

She grins.

She can feel Enid running into the Hyde, a deep thud as she slams the weaker monster into a tree.

She gets up the best she can, clutching her stomach as she limps past a tree to watch them fight.

The Hyde is on its stomach, wriggling like a worm to escape Enid's hold.

Enid has a clawed hand balled into a fist as Wednesday gets past the tree that stops her from seeing what's happening. She has one hand pressing on the Hyde's chest, the other aiming.

Enid brings her fist down on the Hyde's skull. An earth-shaking screech comes from it.

Wednesday watches as Enid does it again.

Then again.

Then again.

She can see its brain

It's only after the 11th time does Enid stop. She flips the Hyde over, unhinges her jaw and bites on its throat. With a quick jerk, she rips its jugular out. She turns her head and spits it out. Her maw is covered in blood.

"Enid?" She whispers, awestruck.

"Ren—" Enid rasps, licking her lips. "Wednes... 'ay?" She tries.

"Yes!" Wednesday's face breaks out into a wide grin as Enid says her name. "That's my name! You can speak!"

Enid's eyes glow, before she starts shaking.

"Are you hurt badly?"

Enid shakes her head and takes a step back. Her fur starts reverting into her skin, her bones crunching as they shift and shorten down. When the sounds stop and Enid's no longer shrinking, she still towers of Wednesday.

Enid flops over on her side, her clothing torn to pieces. Wednesday dashes to her side and places a hand on her ribs. There's a bruise.

"Enid? Are you harmed?" Enid shakes her head, long arms pulling Wednesday in for a hug.

She doesn't pull away.

"I..." she hesitates, questioning if she should do this. "I know of a way to help wounds heal faster." She swallows. "If you would let me?"

Enid nods. "Raw!"

Wednesday nods, both to Enid and herself, before leaning down under Enid's arms and pressing a kiss to her bruise. Enid's tail thumps faster.

"Did that help?"

Enid's tail somehow gets even faster. Then stops.

Enid stares at her face, almost glaring.

"What?" She wipes a hand down her face, looking at it and only seeing the Hyde's blood. "It's the Hyde's bl—" she stops.

Enid's staring at her mouth. She touches her lip, and winces when she feels that it's bruised.

Her eyes widen.

"Enid..." she puts her hands up to placate the thing, backing up slowly.

Enid rises to her feet, just as slowly inching towards her.

"Wait—" Enid tackles her, licking at her face like a dog. "No!"

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"Sooooooooo, Addams..." Yoko starts. It's been a week since the Hyde's body was found brutally mangled in the woods. "How was your murder date with the Nevermore Monster?" She does her finger wiggle again.

"I haven't a clue what you speak of, Tanaka." She hits her keys slightly easier than before.

There's been a stalker lurking near the dorms. They went after Eugene.

"Uh-huh. And I'm sure your little love letter has nothing to do with it at alllllll." She drawls.

"I will put garlic in your blood pouches."

"Jeez, so mean!"

Wednesday stands up and walks the window, opening it.

"If you hear screams coming from the the woods," she steps out onto the balcony, "no you didn't." She closes the window.

-Writer Anon. (Sorry this took so long!)

I'm on phone and I'm just constantly scrolling up and down to write thoughts gimme a sec

Playing my spooky Playlist!! Also don't be sorry for taking long, all art takes time mate!!

Omygod this is so cute, ofcourse Wednesday would love the creepy creature in the woods

Give me a sec

I just love the lil Wednesday and Yoko snippets, they would be lovely friends and ENID JUST

FETCHING THROPHIES FOR WEDNESDAY BC OFCOURSE SHE WOULD

She totally would, I'm so proud of her

Wednesday leading bad people for her Gf to eat, we love a good care giver yall and then her going to buy Enid several clothes too?

Me when

And then Wednesday introducing the kiss the wound better,, and Enid immedietely doing so afterwards, omygod these people are simps holy shit

It's adorable, I'm so glad Enid wears such horrendous colors bc can you imagine it being stained with blood bc it totally would be stained with blood

NOT ENID HAVING A BIGGER FORM FOR ESSENTIALLY WOLFING OUT

That's so cool, holyshit and YEAHH GET YOUR ASS BEST TYLER WOOOO

Man, that stalker is going to get eaten 💀 not feeling sorry at all, I can't wait to see it.

How do you think the Addams family would react to Enid? I think they'd be delighted

Overall, lovely story a million out of ten, I love it so much writer anon :-:: I'm honored to have you send me these

[hotcat37]

Käärijä songs personified (pt.2)

Some more Kä songs with made up character traits :3 Maybe I should do the same for JO songs these are fun

Huhhahhei: -a hopeless romantic, pulls out roses from thin air -he always wears the leather coat and a Captain's hat -self proclaimed captain of his love boat (no one knows what boat he is referring to) -his date ideas include fishing, going to amusement parks and having sex -looks intimidating but he's actually very sweet and always in a good mood

Kiertävä Sirkus: -uses self deprecating humor to cope -will not flex about his money because he's broke as hell -there's a lot going on inside but he struggles to put his feelings into words so he'll resort to making monkey noises if he's feeling flustered -has very colorful makeup and clothes on, he'll always stand out -has a love/hate relationship with performing but you can rip that microphone from his cold dead hands

Paidaton Riehuja: -very body positive, he encourages anyone to take off their shirts like the shirtless guru he is -often seen walking around with a yellow plastic guitar, a weapon or an instrument? No one knows -I actually rlly like the idea of Paidaton!Käärijä specifically being trans, so he's transmasc with top surgery scars :3 -has tried taking up going to the gym several times but always ends up giving up -a bit of a himbo but he's got the spirit

Fantastista: -he looks like the Fantastista album cover (yes, he's literally black&white) -he's the youngest of the Kä's, even younger than Mic Mac Käärijä -very stubborn and determined to get his way, ends most demands with "It's a threat👺" -as bratty as he is, he's also quite thoughtful and always makes sure to keep things quiet for the neighbors past 22:00 -quite reckless, constantly has to be dragged out of mosh pits and fights

Menestynyt yksilö: -very bitter about the past, he gets caught up on all the time he's lost -he may be a bit depressing but conversations with him are real as fuck and he gives excellent life advice -has a big soft spot for dogs and would like to get one some day -very pessimistic about the future, especially once he's had a few drinks in him -honestly just needs a hug

Auto Jää: -absolutely insufferable, do not pair him with Urheilujätkä!Käärijä or you have two over energetic men that will cause chaos -always wears the black/pink ski jacket -he's quite childish but also very responsible, will fuck you up if you even consider drunk driving -give this man a bottle of champagne and everything will be flooded within seconds -just happy to be here

Viulunkieli: -one of the few Kä's that isn't completely broke, gets a reasonable paycheck -he's quite sensitive to people's moods and gets nervous when he picks up on tension -very close with Välikuolema!Käärijä, they get along well -his plans to have a fun night out usually don't go so well 😅 -keeps talking about this mysterious figure called Kari, no one has seen the man before

Rock Rock: -very self confident, is always talking abt how much he loves his mom -has some kind of fascination with construction cranes -very bouncy and is often hopping all over the place -he exagarates his own success but, well, as long as he's happy.... -prone to babbling and talking really fast

Online: -is very openly anti social media -however the reason he's so vocal about not being in online spaces is because he can get addicted very easily so he tries to keep himself from falling back into internet addiction by talking smack about it -communicates mostly through written letters and maybe if you're lucky you can have the number to his landline phone -is the least pale of the Käärijä's, actually goes on proper vacations -he uses a Polaroid camera if he wants to take pictures somewhere

Nou Roblem: -bro has sunglasses on at all times to disguise the European gay porn sadness in his eyes -"I don't have a problem haha" (guy who has a lot of problems) -rides a moped around -is often hungry, pls feed the man -consequences always come back to bite him in the ass no matter how much he tries to play it cool

[teddypickerry]

Could you write something angsty for Alex?

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄.

pairing! alex turner x fem reader

summary! in which alex’s lack of songs leads to him writing something he shouldn’t

word count! 1k

warnings! none

a/n! this fucking sucks. i don’t know why i hate this so much. one of my friends read it and loved it but i cannot get into it. BUT I LOVE ALEX SO I AM POSTING IT. probs cause it’s 4am and i’m tired (never). also i left the the ending kinda up to you. if you want him to apologize then you can imagine that or if you want her to dump his sorry ass then slay!

PARALLEL UNIVERSE. the exact words your boyfriend had jotted down on a notepad left in the sitting room. you'd got home from work, noticing a mess of things on the coffee table and chair where you could assume your boyfriend alex had sat all afternoon. he was currently in between tours and albums meaning, he was drawing inspiration from everything. for some reason he was in dire need of lyrics as if he didn't just release an album a year ago.

alex's process, that he'd explained to you the evening prior, consisted of needing lyrics by the end of the next year after the album. which made no sense to you but apparently to him it was all worked out in his brain. so he'd spent the past few months jotting down every word that interested him. sure it got frustrating, he left dinner with your sister the other day because he had a writing epiphany. only to have you come home two hours later to a rather pissed off version of him. him going on about messing up the beat and locking himself in his office for the rest of the evening.

alex was irritable and frustrated with his lack of inspiration and you honestly party blamed yourself. with his exes, he'd had several love songs that could have been mistaken for poems lined up. the thoughts of you possibly being at fault for this version of your boyfriend woke you up during the early hours of the morning. there was a part of you that worried you weren't enough for the romantic man. and your biggest fears seemed to shine the moment your eyes crossed over the notepad. the title scribbled 'parallel universe' in alex's sloppy handwriting. below were crossed out messy lines of writing. all hurting you more than the next.

'in some parallel universe, i know you

held me tighter. i tried harder. you spoke,

"look my love, i will look for you in every

lifetime." i didn't have you in this one so,

i'll have to wait for the next'

that was enough to have your heart beating out of your chest. there was more written at the bottom, but you couldn't bother. you'd felt betrayed. it didn't matter who it was about but he did at least owe you that. not that you ever wanted to hear it. hear who he was thinking about this way, dreaming about being in the arms of while actually in yours. the feeling was indescribable.

the hum of the tv was the only thing beside your heavy breaths that you'd heard. not acknowledging the sound of footsteps down the hallway into the living room, where you stood. your back towards him as he stopped in the doorway. "thought that was you. thought i heard the door. look- i think i finally have something figured out so maybe we can go out to that place you like in a bit. the one with the blue drink that you always get and have a proper night out. it's been awhile..." his warm voice trailed off at your silence, and lack of acknowledgment of him.

you let out a deep breath before turning your head, noticing the man with a white towel wrapped around his waist. his hair was dripping wet besides one strand over his eyes. he looked so fucking good, and that fucking hurt.

the expression on your face told him something not that it was correct in anyway. "we don't have to go there, i mean.." he licked his lips. "we could always stay here tonight, order in... stay in bed."

you didn't know why you let him ramble on. maybe because there was a part of you that hoped the paper in your hand was a lyric nick wrote, or maybe jamie, or probably matt... married matt. "alex?"

"hm?" he hummed uncomfortably as he stepped closer to you, securing the towel in the process. his eyes finally caught the prize. the notepad still in your hand visible for all to see. he could have sworn he shit himself. "y/n-"

"why-" you huffed as you stepped back from him. "i'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume this is miles' words, not yours." the silence on the other end answered your question as you felt something sharp in your soul. like you were being cut in half, your heart at least. "alex," you whined as pure pain took over. p

"angel," alex called out as you only shook your head. he tried to step closer once more as you backed up, now against the wall. he sighed and stepped back assuring his defeat. "it's just words. just some lyrics, i needed something to write so-"

"so you decided to declare your love for your ex? dream about her holding onto you?" you scoffed as his body stiffened and he turned his head slightly. "no-"

"then what the fuck is this then?" you held up the paper as your eyes began to sting. alex gulped at the sight of your pain. "angel, i had nothing okay? so i tapped into a place i haven't been in forever- years, haven't felt that in years. but i needed something dramatic and devotional."

"then write about your goddamn girlfriend! or make something up, what the hell, alex?" your voice threatened a yell as he sighed and attempted to step closer to you. "this is my job, baby. this is what i do for a living. i don't-"

"just," you started before biting your lip and crossing your arms. "i can't do this right now. i can't be with you right now," you mumbled as you grabbed your purse and jacket. all sat on the chair where you'd left them not even five minutes ago. alex's breathing got heavier as he watched you slip on your jacket. he tried to stop you. he tried to tell you that his words meant nothing. but maybe you'd listen, maybe in a parallel universe.

[echoandreflections]

Behind The Scenes

Chapter 2:

One day before the start of filming, Los Angeles

-"So what happened to your hair exactly?" Jason asked, an arm thrown over Piper's shoulders as he leaned back in his seat, raising an eyebrow as a waiter put down their drinks on the table.

Annabeth looked up from her phone, eyes darting between Hazel and the couple sitting in front of her in the booth .

Unconsciously, she touched her newly cut bangs. The length slightly longer than she would've wished for.

-"You mean the bangs or..?" Annabeth cut herself off, realizing how dumb her question was. Of course he meant the bangs. "Well," she sighed, "I am mourning the loss of my vacation time." She answered as if it was the most reasonable of things and wouldn't be the talk of the internet for the next few days.

Honestly she didn't get it. Why was a simple haircut such a big deal to everyone around her? Sure, the internet would probably psycho-analyze this and come up with a crazy conclusion as always.

Last time she took out her hair from it's usual Iconic curly ponytail before a red carpet appearance, she had gossip website saying this was her way of admitting she was pregnant to the whole world (She doesn't even know how something this small led them to this conclusion and she has long given up on trying to understand).

Knowing that, Annabeth still decided to give herself bangs. A decision she doesn't regret because if she was honest for a second, these bangs looked damn good on her. The way it framed her face and made her eyes look bigger was definitely something she wasn't complaining about. The only thing is that she wished she thought of her hair before doing this. Because as it turns out, curly hair stays curly whether it's short or long. What she expected to be straight bangs (yes, she thought cutting her hair would change it's texture. Move on. The wine had fed into her delusion) turned out as curly as the rest of her hair. It made her look softer than she expected, not that she was complaining. It very much gave her a country girl look. Which gave her ideas for the concept of her next album. She had been on break for less than a month and she was already thinking of work again. She really needed to stop, she chastise herself in her head.

Hazel coughed next to her, catching everyone's attention.

-"Anyway, Annabeth?" Hazel turned toward the blond girl, her dark curly hair kept away from her face thanks to a white headband with flowers Piper had embroidered for her the year prior. A thank you gift for having let her and Jason have their wedding reception at her winery.

Piper had tried to pay her, she really had. But all Hazel accepted in the end was the handmade gift, finding it had way more value than any other things she had been offered.

Well she had also gladly accepted the horse Jason's family had gifted her, but that was beside the question. "Did Grover tell you who else would be on the show or is he still keeping it a secret?"

Grover, as it turned out, was pretty secretive about the whole making of "Baking with Olympus''s new season. She remembered seeing her friend pace around the room in stress a few days after accepting the offer to become the new director in chief of the franchise. The poor man was so stressed he could barely keep anything down. It was only after Annabeth had volunteered to be in the next season that he started relaxing slightly. "One less celebrity to find" he had said after she signed the contract.

At the time, nothing was really definitive. She hadn't even gotten the filming schedule before signing the contract. In other circumstances, she would've never signed something so sketchy, but this was Grover she was talking about. She trusted him with her life and if there was a way to take a bit of worry off of him, she had no choice but to do it.

But now, two years later, all she knew about the show was the filming schedule. She had no idea which other celebrity she would be co-starring with, nor which baker she would be assigned as teammates. Leaving her with nothing to do but wait patiently for the first day of filming. Usually, she would have done a chemistry reading with the rest of the cast ( or whatever they do on tv shows), to make sure everyone got along well. But this was a reality show first and foremost. Disagreements and conflicts were both wanted and needed to make it interesting.

Annabeth shook her head, glancing at Hazel "I still have no idea. I think he's scared someone might accidentally leak the cast before the premier. I don't see why else he would be so secretive about all of this." She answered with a shrug.

Piper pursed her lips, leaning forward, away from the arms of her husband. He pouted slightly, but kept his mouth shut.

-"Do you think it's because of what happened to 'Hearbeat' last year?" She asked, a suspicious glint in her eyes.

Annabeth thought about it for a second.

Heartbeat had been last year's most anticipated reality show. The whole premise had been that celebrities from all over North America would be paired with each other and put on blind dates while their heart rates were monitored. The goal was to make the other participant's heartbeat spike.

Unfortunately for everyone working on the show, the identities of multiple celebrities working on the project had been leaked before the official release date, leading to the discovery of many affairs happening in the behind the scenes of the show. It was no surprise the show was canceled before it was even able to air its first episode.

-"I don't think so," Hazel disagreed. "Heartbeat was doomed from the start with that concept. Grover is hosting a baking show, not a dating show."

-"And Baking with Olympus has consistently made numbers with each of its seasons. I think it's the only baking show everyone has watched at least once. I doubt leaking the identities of the cast would harm the show in any way." Jason added, tugging back his wife at his side by her waist. A smile tugged at Piper's lips as she laid back into her husband's shoulder.

Annabeth and Hazel couldn't help but smile too at the view of the happy couple. It was thanks to them that they had met after all.

Jason's family owned the ranch next to Hazel's winery. Meaning he would often come visit the winery on days he needed to walk off his worries. Hazel never really minded, especially since it meant he always let her pet the horses in exchange.

It was during their mutual agreement that while visiting, Annabeth saw Hazel's hot neighbor for the first time. She was surprised to see how much he fit the description of Piper's ideal man, a description she had discovered after hearing her drunk friend rave about her ideal other half.

It took less than five words to convince Hazel to help her set up Piper with her neighbor.

The next day, Annabeth was careful to lose Piper where vines were the tallest after catching a glimpse of Jason going on a walk. A very lost Piper was found by him and the rest was history.

Hazel and Annabeth had kept the secret of their secret arrangement until their speech at the couple's wedding years later.

"All I know right now is that filming starts tomorrow." Annabeth admitted, "If I am not wrong, it's also tomorrow that the cast will be revealed to the public." She finished.

-"On the same day?" The couple asked in unison.

-"Looks like everyone will discover who's casted in this at the same time" Piper mused.

"I just hope nothing is gonna go wrong," Hazel said solemnly.

Annabeth could only agree.

[sailoryooons]

With the new Yoongi photos, I see a lot of people bringing up Scarface references and linking it to the Tony Montana song, which honestly I love. As a Cuban-American and a giant history nerd, I feel like babbling about why Yoongi selecting Tony Montana as a representation of his music is so perfect.

Hali being a fucking long-winded nerd under the cut

For those that aren’t familiar with Tony Montana, who inspired Yoongi’s track Tony Montana, he’s a fictional character in Howard Hawk’s movie Scarface. Tony Montana is a Cuban who, along with thousands of other Cubans, came to Florida by way of the Mariel Boatlift in 1980.

Let’s talk about the historical aspect of this first cause I think everyone should actually know the cultural significance of the Mariel Boatlift. 

The movie starts with the Mariel Boatlift event in 1980. It was basically a mass immigration all at once of Cubans to the United States when Cuba’s president at the time, Fidel Castro, agreed to release the thousands of Cubans who were trying to escape Cuba and its violent communist dictatorship. The US (Carter administration at the time) agreed to take Cubans under asylum - until they realized that a majority of the Cubans Fidel released were only the members of society the Cuban government considered ‘undesirable’. So people who had been in jail for years - and very specifically anyone who identified as queer - were sent to the US where they ended up stuck in immigration camps in absolute CHAOS. 

In the movie, Tony is one of the Cubans released who was a “criminal” (we could discuss for hours what actually constituted a criminal via the Cuban government but that’s not the point). The point is, that because of this realization, the media and the Americans freaked the fuck out when this happened and there was a HUGE wave of hate, backlash, and fear against the Cubans who were now plopped in Miami with nothing to do and nowhere to go. There was a HUGE pushback to get them out of the US and there was a lot of villainization of Cuban people for just existing. 

Thus - the growth of the cartel industry. Miami in particular was built on the back of Cubans and Cuban-Americans and I will die on this hill, and the cocaine boom in the 80s/90s is largely responsible for Miami becoming so funded the way that it was. Through the beginning of the movie, Tony is jumping through hoops as a low-level drug runner, but he’s viewed through the lens of a hero from the audience: does good by his family, has a great relationship with his best friend, is kind of making the best with what he has and wants so much more. We can liken this to how Yoongi views his own story: someone who is just trying to make a life for himself, someone who loves his members and his fans and family, someone who is passionate about what he does and is fighting for his legitimacy. Yoongi is the Tony Montana, being hated and shamed by Western media and even K-Media and struggling with enemies all around him.

The drug trade in Miami at its beginning was predominantly run by elite white men. In the 70s/80s/90s cocaine was a “white man's drug” as it was largely expensive - the majority of it was coming from South America. Tony essentially climbs the ladder through a white man’s game and trade, and ends up top. He slaughters his way there, killing whoever is in his way, and the entire time he does it, the viewer loves his story because he’s so proud and his brutality is from pride and want for power because he comes from nothing. 

This is literally Agust D. It’s Yoongi fighting his way to be who he is, to establish himself. His entire first two albums are consumed with anger and saying fuck the industry because he, like Tony, is good at what he does and even though others do not want him there, he doesn’t care. He will do whatever he wants to get to the top.

And both Tony and Yoongi get to the top, but once there, the enemies are even worse. The people who hate you are tenfold, you’re paranoid, you want more because you realize it isn’t enough, and you feel like you have people trying to fucking snipe you and tear you down every second. Your friends aren’t your friends anymore because you don’t know who is trying to bring you down, but despite all that, you’re the king because you did it. Which is Yoongi’s going in feel like Tony Montana.

Also, it’s not lost on me that using a character not native to the United States who started from nothing and climbed their way to the top with enemies everywhere is the fucking genius of it. Yoongi, a Korean rapper, has dealt with people thinking his music is a joke, not taking him seriously, and having so many haters - especially in the Western music industry predominantly controlled by white media (we can dissect this bullshit too)- likens himself to Tony because of the insane pride, the willingness to do anything, and the way you have so many people out for you when you fucking get there.

There is also a great comparison to draw between the two when you consider that Americans largely hated Cubans when they first came to Florida and it was all: they’re going to take our jobs, they are criminals, they don’t belong here. 

When you look at kpop and the BTS experience in general, it’s the same fucking thing. The Western media does not want BTS here - doesn’t get it. Thinks that kpop and BTS specifically are there to take jobs, that they don’t belong here. And then BTS did it anyway. 

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk idk I could talk about this so much longer and there are more things I want to include but this is just a summary on why Yoongi x Tony Montana is such a vibe.

also fun fact about hali's dad - he went out on his fishing boat to help rescue Cubans from Cuba and brought them back during the Mariel Boatlift lmfao