#i bet on losing dogs is literally THEIR song!!!!!

[bitethehandthatneedsme]

im not immune to the faggotism sorry guys :(

[om0000]

mitski songs ranked by how well they fit peepers

[soullessjack]

my body is a machine that turns songs commonly associated with destiel into songs that are actually about jack

[doctorwhoisadhd]

fucking fascinated with the way mitski just straight up DOESNT follow a rhyme scheme in just about any one of her songs i can think of (and even when she does it's only barely, aka only for part of a song or only rhyming using slant or identical rhymes) and yet she is known for her lyrics being fucking insanely good

[pastasauceandmoms]

me bc I wanna feel it

[groverapologist]

annabeth would listen the fuck out of some mitski

[tenjiiku]

megumi makes me so sad 😭 something about a guy who has such tragically good morals that they’re the cause of his demise

(that, and because gege is evil)

Megumi is literally just a boy who loves his sister and friends very much. Every time I think abt where he is in the manga atm I feel a strong darkness engulf me and morph me into a wolf man.

[astraystayyh]

please fall before i fall

jeongin x reader. best friends to lovers. they think it's unrequited love so a bit of angst. but they're just idiots. happy ending :))

summary : 3 times you saved jeongin's ass and the 1 time he saved yours (and ended up confessing along the way). holidays themed.

winter falls masterlist.

a.n. : i am very happy to finally post my first fic for the winter falls collab with my author xi hehehehhe i hope you'll enjoy this one <333 it's very light and fluffy she's the cute one!! oh and my song rec is i bet on losing dogs by mitski

One. 

Jeongin’s thumb hovers over your contact name, his rosy lip pulled tightly between his teeth. He hesitates for a few seconds before finally dialing your number. 

“What do you want?” you start which makes an incredulous snort escape his lips, a gust of powdery air materializing before his mouth from the cold. 

“How much do I have to pay you for you to come over?” 

“Ten thousand dollars. Cash,” you precise as he mouths along to what you say, already guessing what your next words would be. 

He's come to know you at an abhorrent speed these past few months; since you sat right next to him in your biology class, head buried in an oversized navy hoodie. Your perfume knocked into him like a gentle breeze— Sicilian lemon and white bouquet notes, nostalgic summer amid an unforgiven autumn. Memories of sticky fingers from molten ice cream and feet soles meeting the warm sand wafted in the air, alluring him to the kindness of a long-gone summer, you. 

That is why he talked to you at first, because you smelled nice, incredibly so. He tells you it's because he liked the pair of shoes you were wearing. 

“What if I brought you your favorite coffee?”

“Are you outside my dorm?” you squeal and he imagines you must be scrambling to get up, opening the curtains. He knows he's right as your figure materializes behind the window. “Hi,” you wave, a small giggle escaping your lips. He can't help the fond smile that draws upon his lips. 

He thinks he likes you a little. 

“Hey, please help me wrap my family’s gifts,” he pouts, waving the coffee in the air. Your order that he memorized by heart, not even meaning to, it was just natural for him to order you coffee every day, to remember your preferences as if they were his own. 

“Why are you here if we're going to your dorm anyways?” you laugh, leaning against the window. 

“Because I know I need to bribe you,” he sighs, angling his head to the side. “Are you not going to hang up and come downstairs? The coffee will grow cold.”

“I’m coming!”

An hour later, four gifts are resting beside Jeongin's figure, perfectly wrapped thanks to your skilled hands. He's lying on the warmed tiles, and you're right beside him, so close your knee brushes against his thigh now and then. 

He is keeping count, well, more so his heart, constricting in his lungs each time you touch. 

He's so aware of you, so much he's sure you’ve crawled into his skin, morphing him into nothing but a shell of you. 

Perhaps he likes you a lot. 

“You're an insane man. Who leaves gift wrapping to the last minute?”

“You're best friends with said insane man.” 

“Remind me how did that happen again?” you ask, propping your head on your elbow, and turning to the side to look at him. Jeongin has to pretend that the sight of you hovering over him doesn't affect him. That his eyes aren't drawn to your lips, heart dissolving at your feet, hoping to brush against your own. 

Please fall before I fall, he nearly pleads.

“Why are you so close,” he feigns disgust, pushing your face away with his pointer finger. 

“What? Does that fluster you?” you question, amused, bringing your face even closer to his. He scrambles away before a blush sprouts on his face, one he wouldn't be able to justify to your scrutinizing gaze. 

“As if. You're ugly,” his eyes squint, lips thinning into that particular smile he knows annoys you. He moves to the side swiftly, anticipating the shoe you throw at him.

“You're literally— remind me to never help you again, asshole.”

“I'm kidding. Thank you for today, seriously. I didn't know wrapping gifts could be this hard.” He falls back to the floor dramatically, banging his head against the tiles in the process.

“Well deserved,” you whisper. 

“I heard that.”

“Good,” you giggle, before gently massaging the spot where he has bumped his head. He purses his lips against one another, afraid of what words might escape the confines of his throat, vocal cords moving to the gentle rhythm of your touch. 

“Will you keep on being this clumsy, Innie? mm?” you muse, tone quieter. 

The nickname makes his insides churn, it is always so tender when it falls from your lips. No one has ever called him this softly before. No one has ever called his heart before you. 

He shouldn't be this clumsy with it. It is a fragile organ, akin to glass, easily breakable, so translucent— it'd be easy for anyone to peer inside and find you in it. 

“Yeah, I probably will.”

He'll stop liking you next year. He hopes. He'll try. 

Two.

Next year has come, familiar frigid winds pulling you to Jeongin’s heart, perhaps even more so than before, cementing your being into the nooks and crannies of his soul, perfectly so, as if it was destined for you alone to fill the emptiness inside him. 

Seasons have changed and yet summer remains, its essence stored safely within the notes of your perfume, it tickles his nose as you're seated on the countertop, legs swinging lazily while he scouts through his fridge. 

“Remind me why we're doing this again?”

“Because I made a bet with Yoon.”

“Your sixteen years old brother?”

“Yes.”

“You are in college.”

“I know.”

“Why are you taking it to heart?” 

“Because I have my pride,” he says solemnly, hand on his heart and you roll your eyes. 

“You literally begged at my feet fifteen minutes ago to help you.”

A year later, Jeongin stood beneath your window once again, phone brought up to his ear, hand hidden behind his back. You pick up on the first ring. 

“Look out the window,” he quickly says before you can even speak. 

“Hello, Y/n, how are you, Y/n, are you surviving with the cold—” you say sarcastically as you pull the curtains, the words dissolving in your tongue as he brings a single flower before him— you recognize its pink petals easily, Camellia, the rose of winter.

“I did not have time for coffee, but I plucked this off the sidewalk,” he offers, an amused grin on his face. “Help me bake cookies, pretty please, I'll be forever indebted to you. Forever and ever and ever and ever—”

“This is such a poor rendition of Romeo and Juliet, I'm afraid Shakespeare is suffering in his grave right now.”

“Do you think he knows of every theater play that was done to his story?” Jeongin muses.

“That's a good question actually. I hope he didn't see mine,” you shudder before your face pales. 

“You did not tell me you ever did that!”

“I'll bake your cookies and you'll never bring this up again.”

“Deal. My Juliet,” he smirks and you throw a middle finger aggressively to his face before hanging up. He shouldn't find it as endearing as he does.

“Because, my dear Y/n, this is my holiday reputation at stake. I kind of raised the bar last year with my gift wrapping.”

“You did?” you raise an eyebrow promptly at his words and he sighs, taking out the butter before leaning against the fridge.

“We did. Which is exactly why I need your help again. Imagine how embarrassing it would be if Yoon wins,” he shudders and a giggle finally escapes your lips.

The kitchen warms up at the sight of your smile.

“It's cute when you need me once in a while,” you say nonchalantly, hopping off the counter and moving to wash your hands. Jeongin freezes in his place.

“I always need you though,” he confesses quickly, swallowing the words, hoping that this way you wouldn't be able to taste the sincerity coating them, sticky honey dripping from his tongue whenever it speaks of you.

“Good thing you'll always have me then,” you beam, your words hanging into the air, oxygen suddenly harder to inhale.

“Gross,” he fakes a shiver, as his heart drops in his chest, breaks, and twists at the weight your words carry.

He'll always have you, but not in the way he wants to, your eyes would never soften at the mere mention of his name, and you won't think that a season blooms into every room he is in. He has you, but just a fragment of you, not how you have him, as a whole, heart, body, and soul. 

He's already fallen, a terrible, terrible fall.

“Will you help me or just stare off into the distance?” you ask, tilting your head to the side. He smiles bashfully, rolling his sleeves and sidling by your side to mix in the eggs, one by one, per your instructions. 

It smells nice in the kitchen, the caramelized fragrance of browned butter, sweetened by the sugar dissolving into the warm liquid. Tentative sunlight streams through the window, and it falls perfectly on Jeongin's face, highlighting his sharp features. 

Not that jeongin needs any additional light, he reminds you of spring, a flower blooming on his face each time he smiles, his dimples two youthful fountains the roots strive from, brightening his face even more. 

He tentatively glances at you as he adds the chocolate chips to the mix, only to find you staring forward. He misses the fond look on your face by a few seconds, the tinting of your features with soft hues of pink, of spring, of him. He always misses it, always misses you. 

Three.

"I can't believe you have 37 pairs of shoes but not one nice shirt.”

“It's 36, please count correctly,” Jeongin retaliates and you snort, flopping around in bed till you land on your stomach, chin propped up by your hand. Jeongin is still rummaging through his closet, head almost disappearing into the dark void of his wardrobe. 

“What do you need this for anyway?” you question, as you scroll through your phone mindlessly. Jeongin’s eerie silence causes you to look up. 

“Um. I have a date tonight.”

“Oh.” 

His words hang over the room like a heavy cloak soaked with rain, the oxygen sucked out of your lungs and ensnared within that singular gasp.

Jeongin swiftly turns around, before kneeling beside the bed, eyes brimming with a hopeless search— you are too focused on steadying your breathing to notice.

“Should I go?”

“I mean… Why are you asking me?”

“If you don't want me to, I won't,” he speaks in an overflowing sincerity, as though he'd willingly surrender the reins of his life for you to guide, should you only dare to ask. 

A breath, a pause, and he adds, “In case you'll be lonely tonight.” Your hope deflates in an instant, akin to a birthday balloon tossed into the careless hands of children. 

Pity, that's what he feels for someone who hasn't had a date in a year while he went on ones regularly. Although they never transcended beyond that first meeting, always a first date, never a second. He says none of the people he meets are his type. 

“I have a date too.” It was the truth, Suhoo had told you to meet him at the ice rink. You said you'd think about it. You knew deep down that your answer would be no, solely because he isn't Jeongin.

Perhaps it is too late for him to fall for you.  

“Really?” 

“Yeah, with Suhoo, you know, the guy in our Economics class.”

“He's nice.”

“Mm.” 

Could you lose something you never had in the first place?

“You should wear Seungmin’s white shirt.” 

“Yeah. That's what I thought too.”

“And bring them flowers. The rose of winter, maybe.” 

You had preserved the plucked flower he gave you in a vase. The pink of the petals liquefying and bleeding into the blush on Jeongin’s cheeks once he noticed. 

“That one's just for you.” 

Four. 

You're alone on the ice rink, the frigid winds assail your form, fingers numb from winter's cruel grasp. Suhoo didn't come after all, perhaps he was offended by you calling him at the last minute to confirm your date.

The chill of disappointment is more biting than the frost— you want to melt off the ice, you want your spring. You want your Jeongin. 

But he isn't yours, perhaps he will never be. He is too sought after, too captivated by the fleeting chase of someone new to spare a glance at you. 

But in this instant, you need him. You need him to hold your hands in his larger, warmer ones and get you off the ice rink. You need the sight of his familiar dimples and blooming smile. 

So, you call him. He picks up on the first ring. 

“Are you that bored on your date?” He playfully taunts, and his voice becomes a gentle breeze that stirs the emotions you struggle to contain. Tears cascade down your cheeks in an achingly familiar path. 

“I-Innie,” you hiccup, and you’re instantly met with the sound of scraping chairs against the floor, the hastening cadence of footsteps hurrying out into the street. 

“Did he do something to you?” He speaks so coldly, a tone so foreign to the warmth of your Jeongin. He shouldn't be tainted with winter too. 

“He didn't come. Can you p-please pick me up?” 

“I will. I'm coming in a bit, okay?” 

He finds you rather quickly on the ice rink, a sore thumb unmoving between the gliding bodies. He skates over to you, almost falling twice in the process. 

“You're so clumsy,” you snort as he stands before you, sobs racking through your body once more at the sight of him.

You weren't mad at Suhoo. You were heartbroken over Jeongin.

“I'll beat him up for you. I'll tell Changbin to help me too,” he smiles, hands fidgeting as they land upon your cheeks, trying their best to wipe away your tears.

“Please don't cry. I hate seeing you cry, Y/n, I really can't bear it." The tears only fall harder at his words, as if he's stringing them forth with each touch of his.

“Did he do something to you?” an unknown voice startles you and you turn to your right to find a girl looking at you then at Jeongin, a frown etched on her eyebrows.

“No, I'm her friend I didn't-”

“I wasn't talking to you,” the girl cuts him off and you laugh despite you, as Jeongin’s jaw hangs open, before closing once more.

“It's not him, thank you so much though,” you smile gratefully and she nods, eyes wary as she glares at Jeongin one last time, before skating away.

“I can't believe that just happened,” He exhales, a breath tinged with bewilderment, before he delicately encircles a hand around your back. Gently, he guides your head to rest against the comforting refuge of his chest.

“What are you doing?” you mumble against his navy hoodie, the one he borrowed from you. You can still smell your perfume on him. 

“I'm comforting you.” 

“You don't like hugs.” 

“It's different when it comes to you.”

You close your eyes, allowing the tide of his warmth to envelop you like a cascade of spring petals.

“Where is your date?”

“I didn't go.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I love you. I'm tired of looking for you in other people,” he quickly says and you peel yourself away from him, feeling as if his clothes were suddenly made of fire. 

“What?” you whisper, eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“I love you,” he repeats, each word drawn out, much slower this time, his hands cradling your face, tenderly, as though holding the sun between his delicate fingers. “I'm tired of pretending you're not my summer.”

“Don't say things you don't mean,” your voice wavers. 

“I mean it. I've always loved you. You complete me in ways I didn't know were possible, and I know you only see me as a friend but-”

Your lips press against his, a culmination of aching desires that have lingered for two years. Distant laughter echoes in the background, ice cream melting onto your fingers, a soft breeze ruffling your hair, flowers blooming under the soft caress of the sun— two seasons melting sweetly into the kiss.

“You're literally so blind,” you giggle against his lips, and his smile widens, your noses brushing against one another. “I love you too, idiot.”

“You love me?”

“You're my favorite season.” 

“Don't steal my lines.”

“Hey—” he kisses you this time, the winter is long forgotten. 

Was it ever a fall if you caught him in the end?

[sleepytimegal777]

i don’t use spotify but i just looked at the apple music replay thing or whatever and it’s pissed me off so bad lmao because there is no way this is accurate. all of my top songs are songs i’ve been listening to the past two months nothing from earlier in the year and they have harry styles new album in my top ten even though i only listened to it once??? in 2023 i’m collecting the fucking data myself

[dogofclinic17]

What if I said “I bet on losing dogs” is Foggy’s song. What then. What if I said Foggy bets on Matt no matter how many times he gets hurt or sees Matt get hurt. No matter how many times Matt hurts him or pushes him away Foggy will always be there. By his side. What then?

“I always want you when I’m finally fine.” Is literally Foggy about Matt, no matter how many times he thinks he’s healed, he cant stop himself from letting Matt back into his life

[howtochangeusername]

Songs that fit the outsiders characters

They would NOT listen to most of them, ever but I think they fit them so just stick w me) also please talk to me about others or call me out if they are wrong please, going to add as I go along, also if you want my reason for any lmk, some of these for the less important characters r just in my head, more will be added over time these r mostly just for fun but if you think any r like horribly off lmk

Sylvia

Teenage Whore-Hole

Miss World-Hole

Call Me-Blondie(in the bride of chucky way)

Steve Randle

Man of War-Radiohead(soda being in the war, “would keep fighting and hating”)

Trees- McCafferty (just reminded me of him)

Dally

You Know You’re Right-Nirvana

Come As You Are-Nirvana(did indeed have a gun)

Please Please Let Me Get What I Want-Deftones

Crack Baby-Mitski

Im Your Man-Mitski(literally him and johnny lyric by lyric)

Bob Sheldon

Thursday Girl-Mitski

A Mistake-Fiona Apple

Johnny

Twin Sized Mattress-the front bottoms

I Bet On Losing Dogs-Mitski

Grace-Jeff Buckley

Cherry

I want you to love me- Fiona Apple

Sullen Girl-Fiona Apple

Ponyboy Curtis

Tradesman-Zach Bryan

I was all over her-Salvia Path(just the song in general)

Beware-Deftones

Hold Till May-Pierce the Veil(Johnny being the other half)

Change(In the house of flies)-Deftones

Randy Adderson

-Texas Reznikoff

Sodapop Curtis

Stick Season-Noah Kahan

I don’t Smoke-Mitski

I will-Mitski

Because Dreaming Costs Money, My Dear-Mitski(First strand of lyrics is Pony, rest is him)

[turn-my-hollow-purple]

JJK Characters as Mitski Songs

cw: none

I hope this isn't too niche. There are literally too many freaking amazing Mitski songs that fit these characters for me to pick one but I tried my best... I didn't include "I'm Your Man" because that's an exclusive Eruri song (jokes y'all please).

Yuji: "Last Words of a Shooting Star"

Megumi: "I Bet on Losing Dogs"

Nobara: "Washing Machine Heart"

Maki: "First Love/Late Spring"

Yuta: "Francis Forever"

Inumaki: "Remember My Name"

Panda: "Townie"

Gojo: "Me and My Husband"

Geto: "Why Didn't You Stop Me"

Shoko: "I Don't Smoke"

Nanami: "Working for the Knife"

Utahime: "Two Slow Dancers"

Mei Mei: "Lonesome Love"

Toji: "My Love Mine All Mine"

Mahito: "Brand New City"

Sukuna: "Drunk Walk Home"

[iamred-iamyellow]

Every Brocedes Coded Taylor Swift Song

@formulaocean

✰ = my favs that make me sob aka the ones that are MOST brocedes coded 

Taylor Swift:

-Teardrops on my guitar

“I’ll bet she’s beautiful, that girl he always talks about”

“I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night”

-Cold As You

Fearless:

-You Belong With Me

-You’re Not Sorry

-The Way I Loved You

✰Forever & Always (piano version AUGHGHGHHG) 

-We Were Happy

Speak Now:

-Mine

“you were the best thing, that’s ever been mine” 

-Back to December 

✰The Story of Us

“miscommunications lead to fallout, so many things that I wish you knew”

“and the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now”

"but I liked it better when you were on my side"

Red: 

-Red

“forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met” 

-Sad Beautiful Tragic 

-Come Back…Be Here 

1989:

-Wildest Dreams

-All You Had To Do Was Stay

-Bad Blood

-Say Don’t Go 

-Now That We Don’t Talk

-Suburban Legends

“and you kiss me in a way that’s gonna screw me up forever”

-Is It Over Now? 

Reputation:

-Don’t Blame Me 

-Look What You Made Me Do

-Getaway Car 

Lover: 

-London Boy 

-False God

“we were crazy to think, crazy to think that this could work, remember how I said i’d die for you?"

✰Afterglow 

folklore: 

-the 1

“it would’ve been fun if you would’ve been the one”

“you know the greatest loves of all time are over now”

-cardigan 

✰exile

“you’re not my homeland anymore, so what am I defending now?”

“I'm not your problem anymore, so who am I offending now?”

“there is no amount of crying I can do for you”

“you never gave a warning sign”

-my tears ricochet 

✰invisible string 

evermore:

-coney island

“what's a lifetime of achievement? If I pushed you to the edge, but you were too polite to leave me” (except he did leave tho im screaming)

-marjorie 

-closure

“yes I got your letter” (THE PARALLELS CAUS LIKE THE LETTER LEWIS WROTE THAT NICO DIDNT GET AND TOTO HAD TO READ IT)

“I don't need your “closure””

✰right where you left me (self explanatory)

Midnights:

-Maroon 

✰The Great War (I will be making a web weave for this also I’m literally sobbing)

“It turned into something bigger, somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed”

“there's no morning glory it was war it wasn't fair.”

-You’re Losing Me (ik it wasn't a part of the official album but whatever)

TTPD:

✰So Long, London (every lyric. screaming, crying, vomiting.)

-loml

-The Black Dog

“I just dont understand how you dont miss me.”

“and I may never open up the way I did for you.”

✰Chloe or Sam or Sofia or Marcus (one of my moots made a web weave about this song and you should totally go look at it here caus it's heartbreaking dhhdjsjjds)

-How Did It End?

-I Look In People’s Windows

"does it feel alright not to know me?”

“what if your eyes looked up and met mine one more time”

Honorable Mentions:

-I Don’t Wanna Live Forever

“I just wanna keep calling your name till you come back home”

-Treacherous

“I just think you should, think you should know that nothing safe is worth the drive”

-cowboy like me

“and the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up”

“never wanted love just a fancy car”

[nightcolorz]

you’re so right Mitski is so Armand i would listen to you explain this for hours but for now here are some songs I consider very armand

-Liquid Smooth (I'm liquid smooth, come touch me too, And feel my skin is plump and full of life, I'm in my prime) Just very armand feeling though his worth is directly linked to his beauty, but also feeling like he doesn’t own his own body because of this, feeling the need to have other people always validate this belief by wanting him for his body and his beauty

- I Don’t Smoke (So if you need to be mean, Be mean to me, I can take it and put it inside of me) Of course this is very armand and I know you know that from your fic title, and it does fit loumand particularly well in the books or in the show, its just very them

- Bug Like An Angel (When I'm bent over, wishin' it was over, Makin' all variety of vows I'll never keep, I try to remember the wrath of the devil, Was also given him by God) Not only the Angel symbolism that’s brought up so much with Armand, but this passage in particular is so heartbreakingly armand, in relation to both his religious beliefs and connections, and his sexual trauma

- Working for the Knife (I used to think I'd be done by twenty, Now at twenty-nine, the road ahead appears the same, Though maybe at thirty, I'll see a way to change) This song gives me very show!armand vibes as feel like the desperate hopeless of the song really fits with his own self sabotaging behaviours, it very much feels like a song about trapping yourself in a prison of your own making. Plus, the “working for the knife” is so Armand doing everything for things that will only destroy him. Also, the passage I chose is soo show Armand to me, with him being in his late 20s. Wishing he would have been “done” (dead) by 20 when he was Marius’ slave, to feeling in the same position at 27, though having been 27 for 500 years so he will never reach 30 and find a way to change. ;(

- Me and My Husband (And at least in this lifetime, We're sticking together, Me and my husband, We're sticking together) This song gives me very show loumand vibes, in the way that Armand knows it is built on lies and nothing, but still feeling that desperate need for companionship, sticking with Louis even if there is no love or if his love is not reciprocated.

- Your Best American Girl ( You're the sun, you've never seen the night, But you hear its song from the morning birds, Well, I'm not the moon, I'm not even a star) + (And you're an all-American boy, I guess I couldn't help trying to be your best American girl) I think this song fits very well with both Devil’s Minion (with Armand desperately wanting to learn about the modern world of America from Daniel) and Armandstat (with Lestat as a fledgling vampire showing himself off to the world, when Armand has been hiding himself in the cult for 300 years, but Armand’s darkness and knowledge and beliefs about vampirism not being enough for Lestat)

I could really keep going but some others i think are very armand include A Pearl, Goodbye My Danish Sweetheart, I Bet On Losing Dogs, Brand New City, Townie, and Washing Machine Heart

BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY THAT LITERALLY ALL THESE SONGS (sans townie and working for the knife, which bcus of u will now be included) ARE ON MY ARMAND PLAYLIST ‼️‼️‼️this is the best thing ever ughhhh ur so right ur explanations r perfect. My top Armand song of all time is brand new city loll thank u for shouting her out ‼️‼️ the other mitski songs that I heavily associate with Armand that u didn’t mention r Real men, first love/late spring, Eric, Abbey, Crack Baby, and Francis forever

[tinybitofhope]

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hi im lena or hops, im okay with both!! also i luv nicknames so go wild!!

about me

ill try to post everyday but dont expect it bc im tired sometimes lol.

i do a lot of fandom posting and just posting whatever is on my mind

my pronouns are she/her and im bisexual with a male pref probably and probably agender/demigirl

saw enhypen 5.1.24 !!

saw skz at lolla 8.2.24 !!!!

im christian!! so ya know, if ur against us, just dont be a jerk lmfao

INFP-T

middle child (help. jk. not really)

probably have anxiety

birthday is december 16, THE SAME AS BASH CROFTS!! (my biggest flex) and that makes me a sagittarius

filipino or as my cousin says ‘proud to be pinoy ✌🏼🇵🇭’ (i love her sm)

my favorite song is probably another day by stray kids or maybe by han jisung or i bet on losing dogs by mitski

i have a cool writing side blog

ermm i also curse a lot so if youre not okay w it tell me pls!!

fandoms im in are (blue r the ones i think abt the most rn)

newjeans, stray kids (skz), enhypen, boynextdoor, osemanverse, jacksons diary (jd), the world of mr plant (twomp), nimona, hamilton, riordanverse (rrverse), when i fly towards you (wifty), school bus graveyard

kins/bias list (blue is my faves/ults)

leo valdez, nico di angelo, will solace, sadie kane, jimmy kaga ricci, lister bird, david miller, angelica schuyler, nick nelson, darcy olsson, zuko, han jisung, kim minji, jake sim, taesan (han dongmin)

my interests are

literally my fandoms above ^, music, kdrama, books, pinterest, SUDOKU!!!, sewing but i’ve no ideas and js started lmao, skateboarding but i cant do shit, being aesthetically pleasing bc im that girlie, working out, and shit like that

ok heres my music taste and fave artists (blue are the ones i listen to most recent/the most)

laufey, lyn lapid, mitski, conan gray, artic monkeys, rocco, stephen sanchez, ricky montgomery, newjeans, stray kids, enhypen, txt, boynextdoor kpop in general hah, current joys, wave to earth, beabadobee, daniel padilla, nep, jazzy songs, skater type songs idk, opm (original pinoy music), indie, dreamy songs, gacha life songs (brings back the memories haha)

other socials

twitter- tinybitofhope

spotify- lena>>

pinterest- wantx0theworld

pronouns page

edit bc name and stuff

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BRO THEY'RE LITERALLY SO MITSKI CODED. i can associate every mitski song with these two little guys 🙏 the frost, a pearl, me and my husband (teehee), i bet on losing dogs, LITERALLY TONS OF MITSKI SONGS ARE JUST THEM 😭 i made a satosugu edit with a pearl so let me know if you guys would want to see that