#i feel like no one talks about millie's “not mine” and I know it's something small but OH GOD THE WAY I CAN'T GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD THE WAY

[fetitadequeso]

sorry, but that little "not mine" from Millie after Blitzø saying he ruins everyone's life was so cute oh my god tkdzgstdykdkydtkdtisityofylsutstjsrstsktsykztskts their friendship this episode was soooooooo adorableeeeeeee

[yourpenpaldee]

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ WRITEBLR INTRODUCTION.

I don't usually put myself out there as it makes me nervous. But I've been a lurker for way too long, and it's about time I step out of my comfort zone. So, hello! I'm Dee (she/her), twenty-two, and have found my voice with storytelling.

Writing has always been a passion of mine, and continues to be the tool I turn to when I need an outlet to freely express myself. I have, unfortunately, hit a rough patch with consistency, and I'm here to bring all of that motivation and inspiration back. Especially since there are one too many WIPs sitting on the backburner, and they're all calling my name.

As someone who loves to dip their toes into every genre of fiction, I will read anything that peaks my interest. However, when it comes to creating, my works usually fall under romance and mystery. With practice, I intend on branching out into other genres I don't write often. There's a lot to explore in the world of writing, and I don't want to limit myself to only two categories.

Creating this blog provides me the space I need to accomplish the many goals I often dream of achieving. I acknowledge that it all starts with the ability to hold myself accountable. To show up for myself. To become comfortable with the uncomfortable. Putting myself and my projects out into the world is only the first of many steps, and it feels quite liberating.

I aim to use the voice I've found to not only contribute to the progression of POC representation, but to touch on several topics that remain heavily stigmatized in today's media. There’s a joy that runs through my veins every time I see someone like me on my screen or in a book. I feel seen, heard, and proud. I feel important. But as a creator, there’s that itch that can only be scratched when I create. When I make something that lets the next person know that they’re not invisible. That they're valued, loved, and appreciated. That's what I hope for when someone reads a project of mine. For them to feel the same rush of joy flowing through them as it does me.

Wow, I’m a yapper. I'd like to close this intro off with some fun facts, so here are some of my top five favorites with sidenotes because I still want to yap a bit more about the things I adore.

SOLO ARTISTS:

ARI LENNOX ✧ ˚ · . CHOCOLATE POMEGRANATE — GET CLOSE — GOAT — POF — UP LATE

HALSEY ✧ ˚ · . 100 LETTERS — I HATE EVERYBODY — NIGHTMARE — ROMAN HOLIDAY — THE LIGHTHOUSE

HOPE TALA ✧ ˚ · . CHERRIES — EDEN — I CAN'T EVEN CRY — LEAVE IT ON THE DANCEFLOOR — SUNBURN

MELANIE MARTINEZ ✧ ˚ · . ALPHABET BOY — DEAD TO ME — EVIL — NOTEBOOK — STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE

HALIMA ✧ ˚ · . DOWNTOWN — FORD CARDINAL — IF LOVE WAS GREEN — SAMANTHA — TALK

BANDS:

5 SECONDS OF SUMMER ✧ ˚ · . AIRPLANES — BETTER MAN — KILL MY TIME — LONG WAY HOME — TEARS!

FALL OUT BOY ✧ ˚ · . BANG THE DOLDRUMS — CHICAGO IS SO TWO YEARS AGO — HEADFIRST SLIDE INTO COOPERSTOWN ON A BAD BET — NOBODY PUTS BABY IN THE CORNER — WHERE DID THE PARTY GO

FLO ✧ ˚ · . CARDBOARD BOX — FLY GIRL — IMMATURE — SUITE LIFE (FAMILIAR) — WALK LIKE THIS

PARAMORE ✧ ˚ · . BIG MAN, LITTLE DIGNITY — CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE — FRANKLIN — MISGUIDED GHOST — PART II

THE INTERNET ✧ ˚ · . DONTCHA — HOLD ON — LOOK WHAT U STARTED — SOMTHING'S MISSING — SPECIAL AFFAIR

GAMES:

CORAL ISLAND ✧ ˚ · . IF I START LISTING NAMES, I'M GOING TO MENTION EVERYONE. BUT I'M A LOYAL MARK GIRL. AND NOAH... AND MILLIE, EVA, BEN, Y—

DISNEY DREAMLIGHT VALLEY ✧ ˚ · . THIS IS SUCH A COMFORT GAME THAT SOOTHES MY INNER CHILD.

DON'T STARVE [TOGETHER] ✧ ˚ · . I MAY OR MAY NOT STILL SUCK AT THIS GAME AFTER A SOLID THREE YEARS, BUT I'M A WIGFRID MAIN.

STARDEW VALLEY ✧ ˚ · . I LOVE SEBASTIAN AND LEAH, AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL IF I HAVE TO.

THE SIMS 4 ✧ ˚ · . WHERE I SPEND A LOT MORE TIME IN CREATE-A-SIM AND BUILD MODE COMPARED TO PLAYING THE ACTUAL GAME.

TROPES:

FAKE RELATIONSHIP ✧ ˚ · . MHM... JUST SAY YOU LIKE EACH OTHER ALREADY.

FATED MATE ✧ ˚ · . I'M A BIT PICKY ABOUT THIS TROPE THOUGH. THINGS TEND TO MOVE VERY QUICKLY BUT I ENJOY IT NONETHELESS.

FRIENDS TO LOVERS ✧ ˚ · . A CLASSIC THAT DOESN'T NEED AN EXPLANATION.

REUNION ✧ ˚ · . ESPECIALLY IF THEY WERE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AND THEY REMINISCE OLD MEMORIES, OH MY GOODNESS. I EAT THIS TROPE UP EVERY TIME.

SLOWBURN ✧ ˚ · . NO DOUBT THIS IS MY MOST FAVORITE TROPE. THE BUILDUP TO EVEN THE TINIEST PIVOTAL MOMENT ALWAYS MAKES MY HEART THUMP.

TV SHOWS:

CRIMINAL MINDS ✧ ˚ · . YES, I’LL WATCH ALL 16 SEASONS FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME AND FALL IN LOVE WITH PRENTISS EACH TIME. WE WERE ALSO ROBBED OF BEARDED HOTCH CONTENT.

BRIDGERTON ✧ ˚ · . DO I CRY EVERY TIME I WATCH GEORGE AND CHARLOTTE'S STORY? YES. WILL I CONTINUE TO REWATCH IT AND RECITE THE LINES EVERY TIME SOMETHING REMINDS ME OF IT? ASOLUTELY.

THE BEAR ✧ ˚ · . I WISH I KNEW OF AYO EDEBIRI BEFORE THIS SHOW BECAUSE THAT WOMAN IS AMAZING??? LIKE, HELLO???

THE EQUALIZER ✧ ˚ · . *mini spoiler* STILL CAN'T STOP THINKING OF DANTE'S GRIN WHEN HE GOT TO SEE MEL, ROB, AND HARRY'S LITTLE WORK SPOT FOUR SEASONS LATER.

SWEET MAGNOLIAS ✧ ˚ · . HELEN, MADDIE, AND DANA SUE IS HOW I PICTURE MY FRIENDS AND I IN THE FUTURE. MARGARITA NIGHTS, BEING AUNTIES TO EACH OTHER'S CHILDREN, UGH. I LOVE THEM WHOLEHEARTEDLY.

And that concludes this introduction on me and this blog. I would love to connect and befriend other authors, so please don't hesitate to reach out as my DMs will always be open! I'd love to support and read your works, so don't be hesitant to share them with me if you'd like.

I hope you all will enjoy reading my works as much as I enjoy the process of bringing my ideas to life.

divider creds to strangergraphics ♡

[skipper1331]

Pleading Eyes // Ella Toone

"So what‘re you up to later?" Mary asked as you walked to the changing rooms. "I‘m going to Ellas" you admitted, a goofy smile on your face. "Ah, young love" Mary laughed, throwing her arm over you.

Ella asked you out a few months ago, the girl having a mad crush on you since the first time she saw you.

"She brought me flowers, yesterday" you told the older woman, a sheepish smile covering your face. "That girl is head over heels for you" the goalkeeper said as she was about to open the door to the changing rooms. "She‘s so fucking annoying and clingy, i don‘t even know why I asked her out in the first place" you heard your lovers voice, your heart dropped, face fell, soul hurt. Did she really say that? Shocked, Mary looked at you, a single tear rolling out of your eye. "Um, i think I’ll just go home without my kit bag" you turned around, about to go when Mary stopped you, "I‘ll get your phone and keys, they‘re in your bag, right?" She could read you like a book, you didn't want to go in there, you wouldn't want Mary to shout at Tooney, you just wanted to go home and cry.

Perks of having a cubby next to the keeper was that she could easily take something out of your bag without the rest of the girls noticing.

You could only nod, you couldn‘t understand why Ella would say something like that. Only a month ago, she confessed that she loved you.

-

"My gorgeous girl" she purred, her arms going around your waist, pulling you on her lap. Her eyes were full of hearts, looking at you like you‘re everything (which you are). For awhile, you just stared at each other, not getting enough of the beauty of one another.

"I love you" she blurted out, your eyes growing wide. Realizing what she said, "I mean- no, ehm, I don‘t love ya, you‘re cool, i‘m cool, we‘re cool." she stuttered, trying to help herself.

"You don‘t love me?" you looked hurt, maybe even offended. Are you not loveable?

"What? No! I just- you‘re gorgeous, so so gorgeous."

"But?"

"There‘s no but- why is this so hard? I love you! you don‘t have to say it back. Well, um, yeah, i just love ya" she didn‘t look at you, her eyes everywhere but you, the tip of her ears red, her cheeks covered in a blush.

"I love you too"

-

"Here are your keys and phone, text me when you‘re at home" Mary whispered as she hugged you before you left the facility. You felt heart broken and betrayed.

Mary wanted to shout at Ella, how could she say something like that? As If she wasn‘t the one who‘s smitten for you. Ella is practically obsessed with you and she dares to say these things.

Unknown to you and Mary, the young lioness cringed at her words as soon as they left her mouth. She felt dirty and disgusted by her wording.

Katie Zelem and Millie Turner just couldn‘t leave her alone, they teased and mocked her about you, about her love for you.

She was always talking about you, when you entered the room everything fell to death ears, daydreaming about your future together. She was madly in love with you.

Yet their teasing annoyed her, all she wanted was that they leave her alone, that they’d leave you alone. She wanted to protect you. She wanted to have you to herself.

Ella🤍

You forgot your bag, silly, but no worries got it with me;)

what time are you coming to mine?

You read the text, your eyes red and puffy from all your crying. You didn‘t want to reply yet you kinda wanted to? It was complicated. If you don‘t respond she would know something‘s off but you also didn‘t feel like going over to her or talk to her the next few days.

You

Sorry, not feeling well.

I‘m going to bed

Immediately, her contact popped up on your phone, she was calling you.

You accepted.

"Baby! What‘s wrong? I‘m on my way. Nan has already sent me her special soup recipe" the midfielder rambled, walking around her home.

"No" you stated firmly, "It‘s okay. I just need some sleep. Need some rest"

"Okay?" she wasn‘t conviced yet she respected your wishes. "Call me when you need anything, yeah?"

"Mhm" you hummed in agreement.

It was safe to say that you wouldn‘t call her, tears building in your eyes, her words haunting you.

"Good night, Ella"

Ella? She didn‘t like the sound of that. She didn‘t say anything though, blaming your not-well-being for it.

"Good night, my gorgeous girl, i love you" you hung up as soon as you heard the word 'love'.

You didn‘t know what to do with yourself, heart broken and alone. You were in no state of mind to sleep.

An hour later, after sitting on the couch, staring in to nothing you called the one person you’d known since forever.

"Mary?" you whispered through the phone, "can you come here?" your voice was quivering, "i don‘t wanna be alone" was sobbed.

It took the keeper about 5 minutes to get to your home. With the key she had she entered your apartment, wordlessly, taking a seat next to you. Your head fell on her shoulder, no words exchanged, it was simply enough that she was there, that you weren‘t alone.

"Why would she say something like that?" you finally broke the silence.

"I don‘t know"

"Am I really annoying?"

"No, of course not. She doesn‘t deserve you" the older woman put her arms around you, yourself crying in to her chest, "She‘s an idiot"

You cried yourself to sleep, Mary holding you the whole time. She was your best friend, the big sister you never had.

-

"Hey," your (still) girlfriend greeted you with a kiss on the cheek, "how are you feeling, my love?" she asked her hand slipping in yours. "I‘m fine" you answered, pulling your hand away, tightening your pony tail. "Need to talk to Mearps" you said, leaving the midfielder behind, kinda confused.

The goalie tried to fix your look the best she could to cover your eye bags this morning.

"You alright?" said person asked, oh how dearly she wanted to shout at the young lioness, the pain she caused. "Sure" you shrugged, not feeling anything. You felt numb, you just had to work and everything would be fine.

Training went fine, most of the time you sticked with Maya and/or Leah, ignoring Ella. You couldn’t look her in the eye, you were hurt and angry. If she shouldn't have asked you out, why did she? Did it have to come to the point where you fell in love with her and felt like she was the one.

Ella noticed your behaviour, she saw your state - the way you worked like a robot, she saw that you wouldn‘t look at her, that you would brush her off If she tried talking to you or If she tried to be close to you.

"Can I see you later?" she asked as you entered the changing room "i‘m going to Mary" you told her, nonchalantly. "Well, um, could I maybe join you? I would like to spend some time with you" she mumbled, scratching her arm, shuffling her feet. "Sorry, party for two" you grabbed your bag, walking to the door, "Mary! Hurry up!" Wanting to walk to her car, you left the room, Ella close behind, "Can I see you tomorrow?" she grabbed your wrist, stopping you, "I‘ll see you in training"

"No- i wanna spend time with you, not in training. Maybe I could take you out? Your favorite restaurant?"

"Sorry, got some plans already"

Walking away, you left her alone in the hall with her staring at your figure. Why wouldn‘t you want to spend time with her? Were you mad at her?

-

The following days were just the same, you barely talked to her, your texts were short and you avoided her. Something was wrong, she knew by now.

"Is she mad at me?" Ella asked your best friend, looking at the ground. She hated that you ignored her, "i tried to talk to her but she- well, she isn‘t like usually?" The lioness hoped to find answers and comfort in the goal keeper, comfort that Lessi could give her through the phone. "Ask yourself why" Mearps replied, tone stern. "I did! Every night. I don‘t know what I did wrong" Ellas hands were flying around, getting more upset and confused by every minute that went by. "If you don‘t know I can‘t help you" Even though, Mary wanted to shout at the shorter girl, she was still her friend and wanted that the two of you make up, you‘re made for each other. "Mary! I love her! I just don‘t know what I did wrong or what to do"

The keeper rubbed her eyes, trying to stay calm "so you know that you did something wrong, right?"

"I guess so, she’s ignoring me" she answered, still not understanding why you would be at mad at her.

"for a good reason" mary muttered under her breath, "What comes to your mind when you think about what you might have done wrong?"

"Nothing! I don‘t get it. One moment we‘re fine and the next she‘s all weird"

Now Mary was getting frustrated, how could she not think about the day she talked to Millie and Zel, "gosh! Think harder" the golie demanded.

"I really don‘t know, tell me"

The united keeper sat there for a minute, thinking. Thinking about if she should or not. "Remember the day, she forgot her bag?" she started, probably regretting later that she did. "Yeah, of course" tooney replied, waiting impatiently for more answers, "she was there"

"Where?"

"Tooney…"

Slowly, the girl understood what Mary implied, where she was. "Fuck. She heard what I said, didn‘t she?" Abruptly, she stood up, walking up and down, "no no no. I wasn‘t saying that" confused, the goalie looked at her, "i heard it too?"

"I mean, yes i said that but i didn‘t mean it like that! Shit! What shall i do?! A few days before that she told me how much it stressed her that Zel and Mills teased her about how obsessed i am with her. I just wanted them to leave her alone!"

"That‘s fucked up"

-

That evening, she drove to your home, the apartment she was so often at. Knowing what she did wrong she wanted to talk to you, explain that she didn‘t mean any of it. She sat in her car for minutes before she had the guts to get out. In front of your door, she stood for awhile, afraid to knock. Her heart was racing as she finally knocked on the door, she hoped you‘d be at home.

One minute went by, two minutes went by, a few minutes went by, the young lioness was about to leave when you opened the door. Your hair was in a messy bun, wearing one of Ellas hoodies (which made her smile a bit - maybe things weren‘t as bad as they seemed). Your eyes were red and puffy, bags under them. It looked like you hadn‘t slept in days. "Hey" she started, her eyes trying to read your body language, "i would like to talk to you. Can I come in?" She expected you to let her in, and not "No, i‘m actually in the middle of something" her whole face fell. Truth to be told, you weren‘t in the middle of something, just watching Mamma Mia. "Is someone here?" the girl asked, jaw clenching. Was that the reason you wouldn‘t let her in?! "move" she brushed past you in to your home, looking around. "Ella! Get out!" you told her, voice loud. For her own sake she found nobody, only a pizza on your coffee table, "No! Can we please talk about this? I can‘t lose you!" she was walking around the table, breathing heavy. "I love you! I can‘t lose you, you hear me? I can‘t!" She stopped in front of you, arms going around your waist, a so familiar place, forehead resting against your own. You closed your eyes, inhaling your favorite scent while melting in her grasp. You missed her so much. "I can‘t" she whispered, her accent thick. You wanted to forgive her, she just had to look at you with those pleading eyes and you would‘ve done anything but not this time, you were too hurt, too disappointed. "Maybe you already have" your voice was not louder than a whisper as you took a step back. It was her turn to look heart broken, "please leave now"

"Of course, i- i‘m sorry. I‘m sorry for walking in here even though you said no.." she looked at the ground as she strolled to your front door, "I‘m really sorry" she looked at you one last time before opening it, "just- i need to know, are we broken up?" her lip trembled, you could see the self-control it took her not to immediately start crying.

"I don‘t know"

-

At home, the Mancunian called her nan, a shoulder she had to cry on. "Nan? I messed up" she cried, "I said some awful things to y/n." When her grandma asked what the matter was. She started her story, telling her about the last few days and the days before, simply everything.

"Ella! That poor girl" her granny was shocked, how could her grandchild be so rude? Tooney only sobbed harder in to the phone, she loved you with her whole heart. She didn‘t want to lose you. She couldn‘t lose you. "If you love her, show her. Show her that you don‘t care what other people think"

"How?" the girl sniffled, staring at her phone, hoping a text from you would somehow pop up.

"Honey, you need to find out yourself"

-

And that‘s what she did. She stayed up all night, trying to figure out how she could show you that you were it, that you were her everything.

When training was called to an end all the girls went to the locker room, ready to take a shower. It was Ellas chance to make things right but she had to be quick before the first ones would go showering. Everybody had to hear it. "you can do this" she mumbled to herself as she stood on the seat of her cubby. She smacked her cleats together, getting the attention of everyone. All eyes were on her but the only eyes she wanted to have on her were yours. Clearing her throat, "hey," she had thought about what to say yet her brain didn‘t work. "I‘m Ella" her speech didn’t start like that when she practised it. The girls laughed, thinking this was some sort of joke of their team mate "and i‘m madly in love with y/n. A few days ago I said some horrible things about her which I didn‘t mean. I want you to know that she isn‘t annoying nor clingy," the midfielder looked at you before she continued "she‘s perfect. And I‘m the one who‘s clingy and annoying. I want to spend all of my free time with her and her only. I bring her flowers once a week because she deserves them. She deserves the best and more. I take her out all the time because i want to treat her right. All I think about is her, her smile, her laugh, her eyes. When I go to bed she’s my last thought, she’s in my dreams and she is my first thought in the morning. Well, the whole day she’s only thing in my mind. I said those things because i wanted to protect her but mostly myself. It‘s okay If you don‘t get it but ya know, i‘ve never been in love, i‘ve never experienced a love story like that and the teasing was too much for me. It scared me. But If teasing is the reason I’ll lose her because i can‘t handle it then i don‘t care." Ella looked at the two girls who teased her the most about you, "Zel, Mills, tease me as much as you want, i don’t care - not anymore." She stepped down from her cubby, walking towards you, "I‘m still an idiot for saying these things and i‘m so sorry that i did. I do love you. I love you with every inch of my body and I hope for your forgiveness, so please don’t. Please don’t break up with me" you looked at her, at her pleading eyes while the whole changing room looked at you. None of the girls had ever seen their funny and loud friend so quiet and vulnerable. Everyone was holding their breath as they waited for an answer. Wordlessly, you walked to the door. Ellas head fell, she bit her lip, trying to stop herself from bursting in to tears in front of everyone.

"Are you coming or not?"

The whole room let out a sigh of relief as you spoke up, the brunette running after you.

Alone, in the hall, you said, "hi" not knowing exactly, what to say. All you knew was that you didn‘t want all eyes and ears in your upcoming conversation. "Hey" you stared at each other, Ella not daring to say something. "That was quite a speech, eh?" you smiled, her speech was impressive to be honest, you didn‘t expect that. You didn‘t expect anything. The brunette crumbled under your gaze, were you making fun of her? The floor seemed to be interesting as she stared at it, her body slightly shaking. "Look at me, please?" you asked, the girl refusing to look you in the eye. "Look at me, Ella" you now demanded, stepping towards her. She took a deep breath before she lifted her gaze. She was scared. It was a rare sight to see her scared, usually she was confident, loud and funny. You were her weak spot. "I get it If you want to break with me, ya know." she mumbled, she wished she had never said that stuff about you. She wished she just accepted the teasing instead of risking to lose you. "I don‘t want to break with you" her eyes never held so much hope before, "you don‘t?" she couldn’t register what was happening.

"No. I forgive you, even though you have a lot to make up for"

The once pleading eyes shone with gratitude. Man, she loved you. She loved you so much. "Thank you! I promise you, you won‘t regret it! Lemme take you out tonight for a start?" she asked, rambling on about how she’ll treat you the right way, show everyone that you‘re the one.

"Sounds nice. Maybe though, we could start with a kiss for now?"

The midfielder grabbed your waist, pulling you in, your arms looping around her neck, "You’re gorgeous, so so gorgeous" she mumbled before her eyes flicked over your face, landing on your lips.

"Go for it"

And she did. Her mouth met your own in a gentle yet passionate kiss. Both of you sighed as you missed each others touch for the last few days.

Finally, you felt whole again.

There was no doubt that the young lioness had to make up for her action but she would do anything to be with you and for you. The two of you were on the road of recovery - strong, loving years to come.

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[weneedatdcharacterwho]

mod millie which one of the anon ideas are ur fav

Well, there's a lot of options excluding the 21 posts currently in the queue (as well as the about half that are mine)

I really like the ones who comment on design inequality, where the guys tend to have a large range of designs while the girls get stuck with similar ones. Such as this one talking about the swim attire-

There was a similar one back a long time requesting a girl character to have tan lines like a farmer's tan (think Ripper's tan) which I also really like. I think the design ones are some of my fav because there's no preconceived notions that "have" to tie to their personality.

I really like horror movies and while I don't watch a lot of "killer at a summer camp" movies, this one made me bust out laughing because it'd be so funny to casually have as a part of someone's character.

I really like the characters where it's clearly someone under-represented who just wants a character like them. Like the ones requesting characters of specific ethnicities, races, cultures, sexualities, gender, disability, etc. I have to turn down a lot of them because they're too generic or similar to ones I've done before, but when you add a twist, it's something I love to be able to post. (compare 'an autistic character' to 'an autistic character who secretly HATES dinosaurs and trains and feels bad they don't fit the autistic stereotype')

I also really like this one. It was to the point and no one suggested it surprisingly. I got more requests for me and/or my boyfriend to be in the show before an anon decided they themself should be a character.

I like the really silly ones that make me nostalgic for other media. I mean that's the point of characters like Harold and Heather and Beth. Makes me think of another character and go "haha! it's funny they're here on this comedy/drama interacting with people not savy to their genre"

I really like characters who feel like meta or parody the fans (but not to the degree of Sierra- more like Priya) I like the character ideas that know the drama is coming and they are excited or dreading it and intentionally get involved/avoid it and make the viewers reap their benefits/costs in the confessional. I WOULD like to hear about how Maggie on the Voracious Squids is cheating and NO ONE but Chris, themself, and KENNETH of all people knows about it, even if it's from word of mouth. Kenneth might be lying for all we know and I want SOMEONE exposed for it.

Obviously I love so many and you can see my further excitement in some when I ramble in the tags about them. It's such a treat to run this blog and share ideas with such creative people in the fandom. While I do get some weeeeeird messages, I know I'm winning compared to some of the confession blogs that see absolute Horrors.

-Mod Millie (and Guy)

[sesamestreep]

for my buddy @firstelevens, based on a thing I said on our call last night! Hope it cheers you up 😇 set in the Bakeoff AU technically but also very standalone (I think)

“You can put her down, if you want,” Foggy says, after the third time Milly successfully steals Matt’s glasses right off his face. He sighs, taking them back and putting them on the coffee table instead. “Her little mat is on the floor. She can do tummy time for a while.” “That’s alright,” Matt replies, while Milly switches her fascination to his nose now. He wiggles it under her little fist and she squeezes back hard.

“The doctor says it’s good for her development—”

“Foggy,” Matt laughs, “I know. I want to hold her.”

Foggy shifts on the couch, where he’s stretched out, pretending to relax, and Matt thinks he’s turning his attention back to the TV, which is playing college basketball at an absurdly low volume. It’s a sign of how burnt out they both are that Foggy turned this on, of all things. Neither of them have ever cared about college basketball, or basketball in general, not even when they were in college. It’s just on for noise, really, and so they can pretend they’re doing something with their weekend other than making sure Milly doesn’t lick any electrical sockets, which eats up the entirety of their social life these days.

“Fine, but if our daughter misses important developmental markers because you love her so much, I’m going to guilt you about it as long as we both live.”

“Save that kind of romantic talk for when we renew our vows someday, buddy.”

“Don’t call me ‘buddy,’” Foggy grumbles, darkly, as he shoves Matt’s thigh with his foot.

Matt turns his attention back to Milly, who puts a drool-covered hand on his chin. It’s a sign of how in love he is and how far his threshold for gross has lowered since becoming a father that this doesn’t even register as disgusting.

“Your dad’s just mad because that nice lady at the coffee shop this morning called him your uncle,” Matt says, softly, like he’s talking to just her.

“It figures that we’d adopt a kid who looks nothing like either of us and people would still assume she was yours,” Foggy interjects, even though he’s still trying to act like he’s not a part of the conversation.

“She is mine!”

“And mine!” Foggy grunts. “It’s homophobic, is what it is.”

“Really, Foggy!”

“It is!”

“That coffeeshop is one of the gayest places in the city!”

“You only think that because you never go to gay bars. Because I poached you from the straight community right into a committed relationship.”

“I don’t want to have this conversation at all,” Matt replies, rolling his eyes even as he feels a creeping sense of fondness for Foggy’s theatrics. “All I meant was, I’m sure that barista didn’t mean anything by it. It was an honest mistake.”

“You always take her side when we fight!”

“The barista’s?”

“Yes!”

“The one we met for the first time today? That barista?”

“Yes, that’s the one,” Foggy sniffs. He pauses for a long stretch of time, before adding, “People probably think you’re her dad because you hog her all the time.”

“Once again,” Matt says, “I am her dad—”

“I mean that they think you’re her biological dad,” Foggy explains. “Like, they think you’ve got a wife somewhere who she looks even more like, but she kind of looks like you too, though they’re really probably just saying it to be nice.”

“Regardless, I do not hog her. She’s my daughter. I’m supposed to be holding her.”

“You’re like a neurotic zoo animal about it, though.”

“A what?”

“Like, one of those animals in the zoo who, like, cleans their baby too much and the zookeepers have to take it away because they’re going to over-groom it and it’s going to be bald.”

“You’re already bald,” Matt whispers to Milly before kissing her on the head.

“You know what I mean,” Foggy sighs.

Matt can’t stop himself from laughing. “I really don’t.”

“You’re always sniffing her.”

“She smells good!”

“All babies smell good!”

“No.” Matt shakes his head. “Milly smells better than other babies.”

“You don’t know any other babies!”

“I knew your brother’s kids when they were babies and they smelled good, don’t get me wrong, but not as good as Milly.”

“I’m going to tell them you said that and you’re not going to be their favorite uncle anymore,” Foggy replies.

“Once they sniff Milly, they’ll understand.”

“You’re a certified freak, Murdock,” Foggy says, as he gets up off the couch. “Lucky for you, I’m into it, but damn.”

As Foggy passes by on his way to the kitchen, Matt reaches out a hand to grab his wrist, stopping him in place. “Very lucky for me,” he says, and Foggy laughs before leaning in to kiss him. “Thank you for making me the dad of this awesome smelling baby.”

“You’re welcome,” Foggy says, as he gently runs his palm over Milly’s soft head while he’s in the neighborhood. “I mean, I didn’t do anything more than you did, but I will gladly accept credit where I don’t deserve it.”

“You know what I mean, though.”

“Yeah,” Foggy says, soft with understanding. “I do. You need anything while I’m up?”

“No, I’m good,” Matt says, already burying his face in the crown of Milly’s head again.

“Please don’t sniff our daughter to death while I’m gone,” Foggy shouts as he heads into the kitchen.

“No promises!” Matt calls back. In his arms, Milly makes a drooly, wet noise against his shoulder and he forgives her for it instantly. He’ll start holding grudges when she stops being the best-smelling, most wonderful creature in the whole galaxy, which is probably going to take a while, if he had to guess.

[cetaitlaverite]

Why All This Music?

Masters of the Air - Rosie Rosenthal x OC

the link to the masterlist is here picking up right where we left off. hope you love <3

09. Up for A Vote

Freddie drew in a deep breath, thinking hard about where to start. She hadn’t spoken about Daniel like this since she’d first met Millie and Jem. Hadn’t had to, and especially hadn’t wanted to.

“I met Daniel when I was fourteen,” she began, fixing her eyes on the control panel in front of her. “I was born in Oxford, see, but my family moved to Vienna when I was two because my father got a job at the university. But, eventually, he got another job at Oxford University again, so we moved right back, to the same house we’d lived in before. But there was a new family living next door by now. It had been twelve years since we’d left.”

She smiled ruefully, continuing, “I met Daniel when his mother made him knock on the door with flowers for my mother. I remember they were tulips, a pale shade of yellow. They were beautiful. So was he, by the way.”

Here, Rosie laughed quietly to himself but didn’t make to interrupt.

“Anyway, we fell in love very quickly, even though we were fourteen and fifteen at the time. He was my boyfriend within a month and we stayed that way, never once ever thought about looking elsewhere. When the war broke out for us back in ‘39, when I was nineteen and he was twenty, he enlisted immediately. He joined the RAF because his father had been a pilot. They trained him as a fighter pilot and he got assigned to flying Hurricanes - he was good at it, too. Survived the Battle of Britain, when they were sending fighters up constantly. He would be dogfighting three times a day, sometimes, for hours at a time. He’d get two hours of sleep most nights. The Luftwaffe threw everything at them. But Daniel, he - he was just so good at what he did. Always did it smiling, too. Always found it hard to complain. He told me that he could never bring himself to mind when he’d get called out once again, even if it was the middle of the night and he’d only just fallen asleep, because he knew with every German fighter he took down he was making the world safer for me. Said he didn’t want us to have to raise children in a Britain where everyone was speaking German.”

Freddie laughed quietly, swiping away the tears which had gathered under her eyes. “He hated that I can speak German, by the way. He used to hate it when I spoke it to him. He couldn’t understand me, of course, so I’d call him all manner of sweet names and tell him I loved him in all these poetic ways and he’d demand that I stop so insistently it’s like he thought I was cursing him.

“Anyway,” she went on with a shake of her head, “I followed him to war, obviously. Well, as much as I could. I asked him how I could get myself closest to him and he told me mine would be the last voice he heard before a mission and the first voice after if I became a wireless operator, so that’s what I did. That’s why I lied and said I couldn’t speak German when I enlisted - so that I’d get to talk to him, look after him in my own small way. He put in a good word for me with one of the RAF higher-ups and got me assigned to the same base as him.”

Her smile faded as she realised she would have to speak the part of the story she hated, the part which brought it to its end. She tipped her head back to rest against the seat and shut her eyes. “He went down on a Monday in March 1941. The 10th. Shot down by a Messerschmitt. His plane went down in flames and crashed not far from the airfield. He’d been so close to home. 

“I was working at the time, guiding some of the others through the landing. I remember thinking they sounded strange over the radio but I figured it must just have been a particularly bad mission. I always thought I would know immediately if Daniel had gone down, would just feel it or something, I don’t know, but I hadn’t. And then after interrogation and everything his squadron leader came to find me, took me to a private office, and told me what had happened.”

Freddie was breathing heavily, trying to speak around her tears. Two and a half years later and it still ached as if it had happened yesterday.

“I didn’t believe him at first, of course, but the other fighters in the squadron had all seen it. They sat with me for hours, assuring me over and over again that they weren’t mistaken, that he was gone, and that he wasn’t coming back, because I kept insisting that he might have survived and they needed to look for him.

“But,” she continued, “he hadn’t. So they gave me his footlocker and the responsibility of seeing to it that his belongings went where they were supposed to go. I kept a few things, of course, gave a few things to his closest friends, then sent the rest to his parents. I visit them every time I go home and they always welcome me like a daughter but I find it -” She had to pause to breathe heavily, choking on her own words. “I find it so hard to look at them now. His mum, she - she has his smile.”

Freddie had her eyes squeezed shut, trying to keep in the tears even as they fought to free themselves from behind her eyelids. In spite of her best efforts they came stumbling down her cheeks anyway, the taste salty in her mouth, the wetness cold on her skin. Her eyes were starting to itch because of them, the back of her throat starting to taste strange.

“Oh, Fred,” Rosie said quietly, watching her fighting to get herself under control. Gone was the playful, vibrant girl from merely minutes earlier who’d pretended to shoot down the Luftwaffe’s finest. As much as he missed that version of her, longed to make her smile again, he couldn’t help wanting to scoop up this version of her and cradle her to his chest, whisper about all the good things in the world until she remembered she was the best of them.

Rosie’s soft words, his sympathy, made her sob. She pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes, willing the tears away, and started apologising for how she’d thoroughly collapsed in on herself when her descriptions of Daniel had been intended to be happy. 

But Rosie only hushed her softly. He reached for her, curled one arm beneath her knees and the other around her waist and lifted her into his lap.

Freddie curled into him immediately, instinctively. She couldn’t find it within herself to be ashamed of how she was seeking comfort in another man while crying over her lost love. She tucked her head beneath his chin, held on tight to his shirt, buried her face into his neck and tried to drink in the smell of him, the warmth of him, the feeling of him - secure, reliable, safe. Alive.

“You can’t ever go down, Rosie,” she started saying, her voice wet and thick with tears. “You always have to come back. Always. Do you hear me?”

“Always,” Rosie assured her, tightening his arms around her, bringing her closer into his chest. “I’m not gonna leave you behind, Fred. I promise.”

“I take promises very seriously, Rosie,” she told him, sniffling. 

He smiled in spite of himself. “Me too.”

“You can’t break it,” she insisted. “You have to keep coming back. Every time. You have to.”

“I will,” he assured her, soft and sincere. “I’ll keep on comin’ back, sweetheart. You’ll get sick of hearing my voice on your radio.”

Finally, mercifully, she giggled. It was wet and weepy but it was enough. “I won’t,” she disagreed. “I like hearing your serious pilot’s voice over the radio.”

Rosie grinned, tilted his head down to press a kiss to the top of her head. “You making fun of me, Fred?”

He could feel her smiling against his neck. “Absolutely.” Her tears were slowing now, as was her breath. He could feel her breathing deeper and yet her tight grip on him never faltered.

They lapsed into silence as she calmed down. He listened avidly to her breathing. “You want me to take you back to your bunk?” he asked after a while.

Freddie inhaled deeply. “I just want to sit here for a little while longer,” she confessed, shifting just slightly closer.

She worried, momentarily, that Rosie would think her clingy, demanding he let her stay in his lap when he’d only given it to her out of kindness. But all he did was keep on holding her, resting his cheek on her head. Slowly, he began running one gentle hand up and down her back, over and over again in a steady rhythm, until, eventually, she drifted off to sleep.

Freddie woke up in her bunk in the pitch darkness with a sick feeling brewing in her stomach. The whiskey, she knew. All around her were the sounds of breathing, the hut now full of wireless operators shifting and sighing softly in their sleep.

Meatball shifted briefly at the foot of Freddie’s bed, smacked his lips, and then settled. Freddie laid still.

“Mils?” she whispered into the dark. She’d woken facing Millie’s bed and hazarded a guess that she wouldn’t be able to sleep.

“Yeah?” Millie whispered back after a beat.

“How are you feeling?”

Millie shifted in bed, presumably rolling onto her side to face Freddie, and hummed. “Drunk,” she said. “Jem stole another bottle anyway.”

“Did she get away with it?”

“Of course she did,” Millie replied. “They had fewer people working the bar because hardly anyone was in there. She got behind the bar under the guise of getting me a glass of water to sober me up and slipped straight out. No one saw the bottle tucked under her arm, I’m sure, but even if they did, no one asked.”

“What did you do while I was gone?”

“Talk,” Millie said. She yawned. “Had a pillow fight. Played with Meatball for a bit and then took him out to go to the toilet. Then came back in to go to bed.”

“Sounds like fun.”

Millie scoffed softly. “Not as much fun as you were having, I’m sure.”

Freddie groaned. “What did he tell you?” She’d hoped Rosie would have dropped her off with few words to share about their time together.

“Oh, you know,” Millie said airily. “Just that you’re the best dogfighter he’s ever seen.”

Freddie groaned once more. She lifted her head off of her pillow just to slam it down over her ears, lest she be reminded of her idiotic drunken actions.

Millie was laughing when she removed the pillow. “Don’t worry,” she said around her quiet giggles, “he thought it was cute.”

“I’m so embarrassed,” Freddie despaired into the darkness.

Millie kept on laughing. “He’s smitten with you, Fred,” she assured her. “I can tell. I don’t think there’s anything you could do now that would change that. If anything, your little performance tonight has just made him like you more.”

“I’m still embarrassed,” Freddie told her.

Freddie couldn’t see it but Millie was grinning. “I’m sure you are. But I wouldn’t worry too much. He set you down on your bed and tucked you in like you were the most precious thing in the world to him. He was so gentle with you, so clearly enchanted. He had stars in his eyes, to tell you the truth.”

Freddie smiled to herself, turned her face into her pillow as though to conceal her blush even though Millie couldn’t see it in the darkness. She thought back on her time with Rosie, on the emotional rollercoaster that it had been, and sighed before venturing, “I told him about Daniel.”

“You did?” Millie sounded surprised.

“Yeah,” Freddie confirmed. “I’d only intended to talk about what he was like, really, but I ended up telling Rosie the whole story. Started crying and everything. Inconsolable, I was.”

Against her will, Millie laughed.

“But I think I feel better now,” Freddie continued. “I’ve not been fair to him, really, being so hot and cold. At least now he knows why.”

“You probably needed a good cry, I reckon,” Millie observed. “Especially into Rosie’s arms,” she added as an afterthought. Freddie could just imagine her smirking.

Freddie laughed softly to herself. “I won’t disagree.”

They lapsed into silence, both thinking hard on different things. Freddie suspected Millie might have finally fallen asleep before she spoke up softly once more, less certain and less jovial than she’d been before. “He’s looking after you, isn’t he?” she asked. “Rosie?”

Freddie smiled quietly. “He is,” she assured her. 

“Good,” Millie decided.

Freddie wasn’t sure at which point they both fell asleep. It seemed like one minute they’d been talking and the next they were waking up, groggy and nauseous and groaning about banging headaches.

For all of their complaining, however, it was clear that no one felt worse than Jem. Her head was down the toilet before they’d even woken up and there it stayed for the better part of the morning until she felt brave enough to follow them to breakfast. Mercifully, she’d been too drunk last night to even consider changing out of her dishevelled uniform, so she traipsed behind the group as she was.

The table of wireless operators had clearly seen better days. Freddie was shivering even while she sat wrapped in her blanket, Millie had her hands over her eyes and was complaining to anyone who would listen that it was too bright inside the mess hall, and Jem’s head was on the table. She would have face planted into her porridge had Paddy not swiped the bowl away at the last second.

“How much did you lot drink last night, anyway?” Amy asked, amused, around a sip of coffee. She and the other girls who had spent their night in the officers’ club weren’t looking too sprightly either, but they didn’t look quite as half-dead as Freddie, Millie, and Jem. They’d drunk a lot but not two entire bottles of whiskey’s worth, as in Freddie’s case, or three in Millie and Jem’s.

“Too much,” Freddie mumbled, clutching her blanket tighter. Her teeth were chattering and she couldn’t even begin to stomach the thought of food right now. Even the sight of it was making her feel queasy. 

“Not enough,” Millie disagreed, groaning and pressing her forehead to Freddie’s blanket-clad shoulder.

She’d wanted to drink away the reality of Brady being gone, Freddie knew, had wanted to drink so much that when she woke up she could believe he was back. But she couldn’t and he wasn’t. MIA or POW, Freddie wasn’t sure, she just prayed he wasn’t dead.

“Look alive, Fred,” Paddy said suddenly, though she didn’t look much better herself. “Rosie’s Riveters are coming over.”

Freddie lifted her blanket and covered her face, then rested her forehead on the table the same as Jem had. She’d embarrassed herself enough in front of Rosie last night, he didn’t need to see her pale and sickly as she fought the demons of the morning after as well.

“Ladies,” Pappy greeted as they neared. Rosie and his crew took seats at the empty table beside them, echoing their own greetings as they did.

“You okay, Fred?” Rosie asked, an amused smile in his voice. She could tell he had taken up the seat behind her from the closeness of his voice, wondered if he’d had to shoo anyone away for it or if they’d all just known to let their fearless leader take it.

“No,” she replied, her voice muffled from where she was speaking into both the blanket and the table. 

“You should eat something,” he told her, obviously noticing the untouched breakfast she’d pushed away from herself the second she’d sat down. “It’ll make you feel better.”

“Nothing will make me feel better,” she objected.

Rosie laughed and leaned forward until he could rest his hand on her back, heedless of the eyes of the rest of her table - except Jem, of course - on him. “Come on,” he encouraged her, dragging the bowl back towards her. “Just a little.”

“No.”

“For me?”

“No.”

“Ouch.” He knew his grin was so wide he was giving himself away to all of her friends - not to mention his crew, who were sure to tease him relentlessly about this later - but couldn’t seem to hide it. 

“Fred’s got a weak stomach,” Millie explained, swaying slightly as she tried to sit up straight and face Rosie. “She throws up when she’s anxious, when she’s overwhelmed, sometimes when she’s sad, and of course when she’s hungover. So you’d be better off not loading her up with ammunition, Rosie, if you want to know the truth.”

Freddie was sure she’d never been this embarrassed in her whole life. The problem was she couldn’t even deny it because it was completely true. She’d been the same ever since she was little, had apparently inherited it from her mother.

“Mils,” Freddie complained all the same. “That’s so embarrassing.”

“It’s the god’s honest truth, Fred, and you know it,” Millie countered. Freddie could hear the other girls giggling.

“Tell me you’re not thinking of liquidating your assets right now, Freddie, please,” Pappy all but begged. 

“Go away,” Freddie grumbled.

“Our old squadron officer used to call her ‘Prime Minister’,” Jem said, audibly grinning even though her face was still pressed to the tablecloth. “Because she’s always bringing it up for a vote.”

“Fighting words from someone who spent the morning with her head down the toilet,” Freddie retorted, finally sitting up. She let the blanket slip off of her head and pool around her shoulders, rubbing at her eyes and covering her mouth as she yawned.

“Leroy!” barked Squadron Officer Jones as she came stomping into the mess hall.

“Fuck’s sake,” Millie muttered, turning back to their table.

Freddie shrank into her blanket, pretending she hadn’t heard Jones’ call of her last name.

Jones wasn’t fooled. “Section Officer Leroy!” she snapped, marching up to their table.

Freddie sighed but didn’t look at her. “Yes, ma’am?”

“Congratulations,” Jones said dryly, clearly insincerely, “you’ve been promoted. To Flight Officer. Your reassignment training starts today at 1400. Your new CO will pick you up outside your hut. Don’t keep him waiting.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Freddie replied. Her heart had dropped.

“Get excited,” Jones said coldly. “You and I never have to work together again.”

“Lucky bitch,” Millie muttered.

Behind them, Pappy snorted.

Jones slapped Freddie’s new insignia down on the table, turned on her heel, and left.

Freddie watched her go, waited until she had left the mess hall, and then she mumbled, “Fuck.”

[duran-duran-less-official]

(Spoilers)

Steven Moffat decided to ease back into writing for Doctor Who by giving us a ton of different stuff we've seen from him before, all in the one episode.

DNA immolation mines as an upgrade on the Hand Mines from The Magician's Apprentice/The Witch's Familiar.

Ambulances as instruments of destruction from The Doctor Dances.

The companion being fatally shot because violence is the only language that stupid idiot character knows, from World Enough and Time.

Anglican Marines from A Good Man Goes To War.

Actual people's souls being used as AI voice interfaces, from Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead

Invocation of complicated space-time events, from Flesh and Stone

Machines offering meaningless, emotionless platitudes, from... everywhere, take the antibodies from Let's Kill Hitler as an example

(insert any others that I missed here, to be caught on a 2nd viewing)

And of course, fish custard from The Eleventh Hour

To be clear I don't think any of this is bad, I just find it funny how Moffat clearly has a brand, made up of favourite tropes and character traits, and he's fully committed to it.

I think it's even funnier how nobody else wants to touch any of Moffat's worldbuilding because Davies in particular doesn't seem to like writing about war. Like, yeah, Anglican Marines ARE a cool (and sickeningly objectionable) enough concept to bring back for future episodes... but Davies would literally rather write about a pig wearing a suit than attempt to construct a battlefield scenario.

(not that Chibnall's any better. He seems to find war a necessary component of his stories, but only grudgingly. The Battle of Ranskoor Av Kolos quite infamously contains no battle, and the wars mentioned in Resolution and Survivors of the Flux are entirely expository and/or take place offscreen.)

4/5, not perfect but I enjoyed it, and it seemed weirdly short for 44 minutes, like the stress was actually making the episode go faster.

(as a criticism, I will say that for the scene where Ruby and The Doctor are negotiating how to give The Doctor a counterweight, I could fairly easily imagine 12-era Clara in Ruby's place. Having said that, Millie does need more development, there are a lot of ways in which I'm not super sure who her character is yet. So I can't entirely blame Moffat for falling back on old habits when deciding what to do with her. I mean it's almost as if he picked up on Ruby's resemblance to Clara in some ways...)

Actually, you know what, no, I am going to talk about this. Russell T. Davies stole one of Moffat's most hated character tropes, gave it to Ruby Sunday, and nobody batted an eye. How do we feel now about women whose entire lives are seemingly governed by coincidences that seem to link them to The Doctor? A walking narrative device, designed entirely to evoke an air of mystery? Anyone?

This is just The Impossible Girl arc again, but with snow themed memories.

Moffat's unappreciated genius with Clara was, having been forced by circumstance to start her story in a way that inextricably linked her with The Doctor for both present and all past incarnations, he then ended it by making her explicitly The Doctor's equal. Functionally immortal, stealing a TARDIS and running away from Gallifrey. If Davies doesn't have something equally special planned for Ruby Sunday, we the fandom should probably start writing our apology letters.

[thefreakydeaky]

After the Thrill is Gone

Part Six

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Negan Smith x Reader

Modern AU

Summary: From the first moment you laid eyes on Negan you were inexplicabley drawn to him. The passion between you is hot and only grows more intense the longer you see each other. There is only one problem, you're both married to other people.

Warnings: Dark Fic , Stalking, Stalker behavior, Smuttyness, Adult Language, I'll add more warnings as I post, so please check the warnings for updates on each chapter.

You put Millie in her stroller and went for a walk inside the mall, a small one level building that wasn't much to look at, but it was something to do. You didn't have much to do that day and since you couldn't shake the feelings of paranoia you were having,

getting out of the house seemed a good idea. Looking in the windows of stores you could never afford didn't really bother you. There wasn't much you wanted from the mall in the first place.

The most enticing thing was the smell of fresh brewed coffee coming out of the Blue Moon bakery. You slowed as you got near to it. You picked through your purse scrounging up change to see if you had the four dollars. You did not. So, you dropped the coins into the pocket of your jeans and carried on.

The next store was a toy store. You focused on quickly moving passed that for Millie's sake. You turned to see what was in the next window. Clothing. You couldn't believe some of the new styles people were wearing. The color combinations were so bright and loud.

As you took a look at the last manaquin's outfit, you found yourself choking on your next breath. He was standing there in the reflection, watching you. In jeans and a white tshirt, his leather jacket encasing his broad shoulders. There was no mistaking him for anyone else. You kept watching the reflection as he drew nearer and nearer. Your heart beat drummed faster in your chest and then he was standing right behind you.

"What are you doing here?" The words left your mouth with aggitation in every note of your voice. You turned to face him.

"We need to talk." He told you.

He had a paper cup with the Blue Moon logo on it. You looked up into his eyes uncertainly. He held the cup out to you. You grasped it, hesitantly.

You started forward again and took a sip from the cup. The coffee tasted as good as it smelled, the rich dark taste of espresso mixed with the slight hint of sweetness from, you suspected, the one packet of sugar you usually put in it. That he knew how you took your coffee reminded you of the familiarity between the two of you and it unnerved you.

"We don't have anything left to discuss. I know where you stand and you know where I stand. There's nothing to be done about it." You took another sip.

"I disagree, but I'm not here to talk about that." He rubbed at his stubbled chin. "Tell me about Camilla."

You frowned.

"Why do you want to know about Millie?"

"We've been together four years. How old is Camilla?"

Your eyes narrowed.

"She's three. Why are you- Oh! You have got to be fucking kidding me! We talked about this when I was pregnant. 'I always use a condom. There is no fucking way it's mine.' Those were your words, remember?" You huffed.

"You never fucking told me she had hazel eyes or that she had dark hair." He argued.

"Millie having dark hair doesn't mean she's yours." You remarked.

"Maybe, Maybe not, but at the end of the day, your husband doesn't have dark hair. Both your son's are dirty blond like their Dad. So shouldn't Millie's hair be the same?"

You blinked slowly. You didn't like what you were hearing.

"She's not yours."

"She has my eyes." He insisted.

"No. She doesn't."

"On some level you have to have known she is mine.You named her after my mother."

"Your mother happens to have the same name I liked from the baby name website I found it on. I chose it because I liked the nickname, Millie.You are making a conspiracy out of a coincidence." You declared.

"Yeah? You think, the fact that she looks like me is just coincidence? What about the fact that we were having sex around the time you got pregnant? The math adds up. You just don't want to see it."

"What?!" You scoffed. "You didn't give a single fuck about Millie this whole time. Didn't ask to see a picture of her. Didn't ask me a single thing about her ever. Now, because I broke up with you, suddenly you care?"

His brows dipped as he frowned.

"Be for fucking real! You are out of your damn mind if you think you can suddenly decide to be her father. She already has one." You tossed the coffee cup in the trash and walked away, leaving him behind.

You got to your car quickly, but found he hadn't followed you. As you picked Millie up out of the stroller, you looked into her eyes, her honey colored eyes and tried to remember if there was anyone in your family whose eyes looked like hers.

You resolved to cut Negan off once and for all. You complained to your mother, telling her it was going to be too much for you to pick Wyatt up from baseball practice. After some pleading she gave in and agreed to help you.

[northlight14]

Ok so while it’s not my least favourite episode (cough cough happy campers cough cough) I genuinely really hate the episode Western Energy of Helluva Boss. It has a lot of potential definitely and a few good moments but for me that was kinda where season 2 noticeably fell off for me and only recently has it started to come back and I’ve started to enjoy Helluva Boss again, though admittedly not as much as season 1. So in the sincere hope this post isn’t going to result in me getting sent death threats, I wanna share how I personally would improve the episode

Mine and other people’s biggest issues with that episode from what I remember is that the pacing is just honestly horrific because they tried to fit in too much into one episode. And then also just that the B plot was boring, ridiculous and made Luna into a literal dog. I know that Luna’s voice actor was dealing with some stuff at the time which is why she wasn’t in a position to do any voice acting which is fair enough but there was such a better and easier way to get around that which I’ll get to in a minute

First things first, I’d have the episode split into two separate episodes, the first episode being released focusing on Blitzo and then the second focusing on Moxxie and Millie rescuing Stolas. The first episode starts where the I.M.P gang are gonna go and do an assassin mission (I say this because at this point in the series, the Imps haven’t been on a killing mission since Ozzies and even then it was just a throwaway thing at the beginning. The last time we saw them actually do their jobs was Cherubs or arguably Truth Seekers but I don’t really count they since they weren’t hired to kill D.O.R.K.S). We maybe then get a throwaway line about how Luna can’t help because she’s doing something else, doesn’t want to, or my personal favourite, she’s with Octavia for the day because she got told that Octavia’s parents are out talking about their divorce and she’s being her emotional support for the day. That way, even though we aren’t seeing it, we get some subtle development of their sister relationship behind the scenes.

Anyway, just as they’re about to go, the Imps get a call from Stolas about how he’s being kidnapped and Blitzo is just like “ok I’ll go deal with the killing, you go deal with him”. The rest of the episode follows Blitzo on the assassination mission and all that, potentially getting some subtle hints about things not going great with Moxxie and Millie but Blitzo is obviously too wrapped up in his own shit to notice and also we maybe play on those insecurities about him being alone, or scared of losing people. Maybe some aspect of the mission makes him run into an addict and that makes him think about his sister, hence why he’s so eager to find her in Happy Campers.

Anyway, Blitzo gets the mission done and everything is good except he and then the audience sees Stolas being rushed to the hospital, and we get the line “he can get hurt?” And boom end of episode. No one knows what happened or if he’s ok

Cut to the next episode which follows Moxxie and Millie saving Stolas and we’re finally allowed to know what happened. A few details I’d change though would be keep Strikers intimidating presence rather than just making constant jokes and comments about how cool and hot he is or whatever. Some of that is ok but in this episode when Striker is literally kidnapping one of the main cast, and he’s the only one who has the ability to actually kill that character, it shouldn’t feel like the show itself is in love with him.

Second, use this opportunity to focus on how well the M&M’s work together and their individual strengths. It’s such a minor detail but it annoys me, why the fuck was Millie the one distracting a dude in one scene while Moxxie was going on a killing spree in the background when it’s been shown multiple times that their strengths are when that’s reversed. On top of that, there can also be some hints about what their weaknesses are while working together etc. idk I just want the M&M’s fleshed out more in terms of how their differences work as a couple as well as when they’re apart

This second episode would go back and forth between the M&M’s and Stolas and Striker but for the most part everything else would be the same. The M&M’s obviously save Stolas and he gets sent to the hospital. That’s when we get to see the text messages between Stolas and Blitzo, then end of episode

Hope this made sense and obviously this is just my opinion. Remember, just because you like something doesn’t mean you can’t critique it or say how it could be better. And you’re allowed to disagree with me, this is just how I would’ve went about it

[makima-s-most-smile]

Trigun Ultimate Vol. 2 (Part 2)

Why do I have to say so much about all of this? It will need at least two other parts...

Trigun Ultimate: 1.1, 1.2, 2.1, 2.2, 2.3, 2.4 Trigun Maximum: 1.1, 1.2, 2.1, 2.2, 3.1, 3.2, 4.1, 4.2, 5.1, 5.2, 6.1, 6.2, 7.1, 7.2, 8.1, 8.2, 8.3, 9.1, 9.2, 10.1, 10.2, 10.3, 10.4, 10.5

Chapter 1: Blood and thunder

Excuse you? He wasn’t just a shoemaker? What else? Many shoemakers also work with keys, shoes and keys are a thing… So maybe he works with more fine tuning stuff like weapons and/or prosthetics?

How does Vash know, though? Our dude is much more streetsmart than we are made to believe!

Man, children in bad places is such a big part of Trigun. I feel for the girl. I know that Vash is not in the right place to help her more than this, but damn, I wish someone was. We see glimpses of all the suffering, we see the results of all the suffering in the characters we meet, but it never gets better. Kaite in the last volume, now this girl… And in the end, they are left alone after our adventure with them. The status quo still stands.

Vash must feel absolutely powerless when confronted with such a situation. He cannot help her, he knows this, his not acting is not apathy, but it may read as such when you don’t take time to read into it. I always stress how much agency Vash gives to other people, but this is not one of those situations. This is Vash being unable to do more. He is not part of the community, he cannot find her a home, he can only feed her for a day and offer to play with her and make it okay for a little while. But from her perspective, why should she trust him more than getting the food offered. Too nice men can be dangerous. *stares at the next page and Legato* Yeah…

When I was younger, I read in a prank book that a perfect prank would be to stand in the city plaza and stare into the sky as if you see something there. And people would stop and try to see what you see. I feel that this woman is one of the people that would be pranked by such sillies!

I miss those innocent times!

Lightbulb-Knives confirmed. Vash does not remember July. But it does not take much for him to put two and two together here. He remembers the wreckage and being at point zero. The only logical conclusion is that Vash and Knives had an altercation there. But Vash does not know the extent! We on the other hand get to see something more skeletal than fullbodied. 

Please, give us insight into what Meryl is thinking! We got a quick lookover to Milly, but the women must know that there is something going on and have their own thoughts. Even if that exchange is over quickly, the girls see the change in Vash and they don't see Legato.

First of all, Knives rattling on and on about Rem confirmed!

Secondly, Legato has a point there, but not the kind of point he thought he did. Rem’s memory is holding Vash back, he cannot really connect to other people, he becomes a martyr for others, he takes his own agency and puts himself into a passive receiving role towards the actions of others. Legato talks about the godlike position Knives has to him. Sure, Vash could do the same. But since Vash is putting Rem into a godlike position and thus humanity as a whole, he makes himself into a pariah. Both brothers are wrong and opposing sides on the same medal. A middle ground would be good.

Sure, Knives and his godcomplex… Knives’ twelve disciples, holding onto silver coins. Man, we haven’t met that guy, but he is already a theatre kid! At a christian school at that. Going all biblical with the numbers. Or is it Legato who decided that and wanted the Christian flavour to get gummy points with Knives?

Not gonna lie, this paper bag has perfect timing. Since I need to buy groceries with paper bags, I can say that mine wouldn’t hold a blood dripping head for such a long time without any spilling out. Plants make high quality stuff.

Chapter 02: Diablo

While I understand the sheriff, I am also thinking: Dude, has anybody seen Vash transport the head in a bag towards the square? Do you really think that Humanoid Typhoon would let himself be easily arrested if he was guilty? This is about looks and not wanting to have real responsibility to look into that.

Girl, he is looks seven at that point, max! Don’t put that existential crisis into him and the responsibility of being a caretaker! Rem is often depicted talking with the kiddos like they are adults. Well, they are the only other people she can really talk to… The S.E.E.D.S. project really didn’t take isolation and loneliness into consideration for the person on watch. While the kids depend on her as a caretaker, she also depends on them for her mental health. She is not a bad caretaker, but her isolation and the twin’s plantness makes it difficult for her to bring them up age appropriately. 

We already get a glimpse into her depression when she states that she has noone left, so it doesn’t matter where she is. I don’t think even 150 years later Vash understands her being depressed and lonely.

Another little thing, the way they talk to each other reminds me how many autistic kids talk to adults. I did it and I read that many autistics tend to talk to adults more than to kids, because they can talk about topics that their peers aren’t interested in. Granted, in this case Vash has no neurotypical friend his age. Only Rem and Knives.

Why do I remember them being much younger at the Great Fall? They look like early teens here. 

And yeah, Knives going full denial and dehumanisation on Rem because he couldn’t live with losing her. Interesting, how Knives has no real face in Vash’s memory. Only a grin.

[milliesfishes]

omg you've received so many amazing asks that now I feel like mine is gonna be poop lol

Millie Mouse 🐭🖤 a thought

you remember that ask I sent the other day about coryo and reader who doesn't care about anything and never does what he says?

okay, we said he needed to control her bc he was losing his mind. so, someone advices him to win her over by trying to be gentler with her, show interests in her hobbies and the things she likes in general. he tries to do so but commits the mistake of being too materialistic, like, he finds out she likes reading and starts gifting her super expensive books, maybe first editions, things like that. she does like the books, but isn't surprised bc it's obvious what he's trying to do.

until one day he gives up. and that's the moment where everything changes.

that night she's in the living room reading. he's so stressed that for once he isn't thinking, for once he isn't trying to follow a plan. so he starts talking about the book she's reading, how much he likes it too (and that is true) and without noticing they start bonding over the stories they like..

ARE YOU KIDDING ME YOU'VE WRITTEN SOMETHING SO LOVELY AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I truly don't even know if I can add anything AHHHHH I love this so much

The one I always go back to is romeo and juliet, in fact I think I've had reader and coryo discuss it before in a fic, but I can just imagine them debating and talking about the play and its meanings and what they think about it all AHHHHHH and he realizes how much he genuinely likes her and her thoughts and how intelligent she is, and she realizes some of the same, that he's maybe not as cold as she thought he was.

They start discussing classic books and their ideas and AHHHHHH I CAN JUST IMAGINE THEM BONDING OVER DEBATING

[writteninthesewalls28]

Family

A story about a girl wanting to find out the truth

A/n: chapter eight is here!

Warnings: mentions of death

Milly’s POV:

Soon after I went upstairs and took my medicine everything went back to normal, the only thing staying was the horrible pounding in my head which just didn’t seem to stop.

Reflecting on the situation I just went through, the feeling of complete emptiness and my heart racing like it has to win a competition, I watched myself in the mirror, while my face slowly gained more and more color. I relaxed a bit on my bed while enjoying the silence. It’s a weird thought, but the silence is something really important to me, it makes all of my sometimes drowning thoughts go quiet for a minute and it calms me down in a somehow gentle way. I sometimes need a bit time for me, just sitting or lying around the house eyes closed, 'listening' to the silence around me. Calum always respected this habit of mine, not saying anything about it. I really loved him for that.

However, right when my thoughts shut down and I felt the silence in me, my door was opened rather roughly and I frightened.

"Oh, sorry Milly. I didn’t wanna scare you like that." I looked over to the door, held open by Niall who seemed a bit embarrassed.

"No, don’t worry, it’s totally fine!" I said, even though I indeed was a bit sad that my safe space has been interrupted. But maybe this now gives me the chance to talk to my best friend about- you know what I mean.

Right when I wanted to ask him, if I could talk to him, he was quicker.

"Umm, Milly? If you'd be okay with that, I'd like to talk to you.” He suddenly said, much to my surprise, since I just wanted to ask the same question.

"No, I'm totally okay with that actually!"

I couldn’t seem to think about one single thing he wanted to talk to me about.

Or… Was my lie from earlier really that bad?

And also, even if it was, would I anyways have the guts tell him about my current situation? Would he get mad, like the other two did? Niall was at least as important as my sibling were to me, he knew me very well, but definitely doesn’t have the protective personality like Calum and Louis. So does that technically mean, it wouldn’t be too bad to talk to him? Would he be able to understand my feelings about googling their names?

I sighed and tried to convince my mind that 'There is only one single way to find out.' before looking back at Niall again, who now sat next to me on the giant bed in Calum’s and mine bedroom.

"I noticed some changes in your behavior towards Calum and me. I know, I haven’t seen you for a long time, but I just KNOW when something is going on in your mind. Just know, you can trust me with whatever is worrying you alright? I didn’t change in the last years I lived without you in my life."

Oh how much I missed his observing personality. He was right, he didn’t change, not a single bit. He probably never will, he'll always be my best friend, despite the fact that he decided to stop dyeing his hair, I loved blonde Niall. My Nialler. And it would be wrong of me to not tell him, somehow I knew he'll understand me. Even though my brain said 'No, don’t talk to him!' All my heart screamed was 'He'll help you!' I let my heart win. This one time.

"Milly, what happened to you in the last months? It seems like I don’t even know you anymore." Niall added, probably having no idea how much that sentence underlined my decision to trust my heart.

"You know, the last weeks have been hard…" I started, already feeling the big lump in my throat growing bigger and making tears shine in my eyes.

"I had the brilliant idea to go and find my biological parents. After so many years of hiding it away, I thought I was strong enough to do it, that I wouldn’t break down under the news." I explained with much sarcasm in my voice. Niall just sat there, silently looking at me, waiting for me to continue.

"But I never thought it would— it would bring so much trouble with it." Now I was crying - No, I was sobbing. "Louis doesn't talk to me anymore and thinks I'm a complete failure, Calum isn’t completely happy with my decision either, but plays it off like it is, being the perfect boyfriend that he is, and-" The sobs coming from my mouth made it hard for me to speak, especially because what I was gonna say next, is the hardest part about this conversation.

"I only got their names and an address to an empty house… I know I could just type their names into the Internet and see if there are any results, but I'm scared Niall, scared what I could possibly find out there." I hid my head in my hands, sobbing harder, not able to handle all of the emotions I was feeling right now.

"What’s the worst you expect to happen?" Niall asked, while putting his hands around my upper body.

"That they died. Like mum. Like Fizz. Everybody that means something to me, always leaves. You left too." I whispered more to myself than to him, but he heard it anyways.

"Listen Milly, you are the strongest person for even deciding to go down this path and search for them. But it’s okay to be scared. It’s okay to be scared of finding out they died. Especially because you and your siblings all carry the weight of death with you every single day. It doesn’t matter how hard you are trying to forget everything that happened to your family, you'll always miss them. And I know how much our friendship means to you, but just know that I'll never leave completely, okay? I'm thinking about you every single day wherever I go."

He let go of me and lifted my head up, so I looked right in his baby blue eyes.

"Maybe just ignore these haunting thoughts for a while an try to have some fun instead. Spend some time with Cal, the other boys and me!" I looked at him, rather unsure if I liked this idea.

"Oh, by the way. I don’t think Lou thinks you’re a failure, I bet he’s proud of his little sister, even though he doesn’t say it that often." Niall then added and got a little smile from me, but as soon as he let go of my chin, I looked down at the bed again. I heard him sighing but didn’t have enough energy to look up at him.

"Repeat after me: I am allowed to be scared." He said.

"I am allowed to be scared." I mumbled very silent.

"Come on, say if louder!" Niall tried motivating me.

"I am allowed to be scared." I said, this time with a bit more self-confidence. I did feel better, thanks to Niall.

"Alright, that was a good start! Now let’s go and plan a little hang out with Cal!" Niall said, standing up and walking towards the door.

Calum's POV:

"What about a show in Phoenix? Do we have a venue we could play there?" He asked his bandmate Micheal on the phone. Micheal called Calum to chat to him about the tour dates and how many shows they want to play.

"Yes, the manager already sent an email to a possible venue there." He sighed in relief. The Phoenix show was always his favorite to play. Apart from the amazing crowd there, it was just there where he and Milly got together. Who would’ve guessed they’d still be a couple 5 years later?

"By the way, is Milly thinking about attending shows? Have you talked to her about it?" Micheal asked, as if he just read his bandmate's mind.

Yes, Calum talked to Milly about it. She said, she definitely wants to.

But that was before Calum found out about the death.

Of course he hoped Milly would just stop searching because she doesn’t want to ruin more relationships, but deep down he knew no one could stop her from this. Not Louis, not Niall, not even Calum, as much as he wants to believe that.

So the real question was, if the time has come and Milly knows it, will she still be stable enough to attend Calums shows? Will he even be at the concert, or will he be here at home, comforting her? All he knew, was that he definitely won’t be the one telling her the terrible truth.

"Yes, I talked to her, she said she definitely won’t miss the shows… but I don’t know, maybe she will be busy…" Calum tried keeping the question out of the way.

"Ummm… Cal, we both know Milly won’t—" he stopped talking for a quick second. "Ohhhhhhh, how is the heritage thing doing?" Yeah, he really WAS horrible at lying. But what should he tell his friend now? He definitely trusted Micheal, he trusted him more than Niall. But if he’d tell another person, it was harder to keep it away from Milly.

With Niall, he was relatively sure, he wouldn’t say anything, he promised him. But telling two people? No, that felt wrong to him.

"You know, she’s struggling a bit, it’s not the best…" He again tried avoiding Mickey's question. It was better that way, he told himself. Safer for everyone.

It seemed like Micheal understood that Calum got quite uncomfortable during the conversation and ended the phone call with:

"See you in 4 days! Remember, I set up the Twitch stream, don’t come too late!" A few weeks ago, Micheal, a huge gaming fan since his childhood, decided to create a Twitch account to stream some games and talk to the fans. Now, he invited the boys over to talk there too.

If Calum was honest he didn’t really know how to feel about that, basically talking to a computer screen and millions of people could see him, he never really was a big fan of instagram and tiktok lives either. It creeped him out.

But it was for the fans. They loved seeing them and he loved them.

"Yeah, see you on Thursday!" Calum said and hang up the phone.

Right on time, Niall with Milly right behind him came down the stairs and sat down on the chairs around the dining table, Milly directly next to Calum.

"Let’s meet the boys!" Niall suddenly said, Milly nodding in agreement.

"Do y'all have heard of Twitch?" Calum responded, earning questioning looks from both of them making him laugh. He had exactly the same reaction back when Micheal told the band about his new channel.

"Okay, I'll explain it to you."

[deadcactuswalking]

REVIEWING THE CHARTS: 23/03/2024 (V of BTS and... Mark Knopfler?)

It’s a short week, largely to prepare for what chaos should be coming the next, but right at the top, Benson Boone clenches his first ever #1 with “Beautiful Things”. I know pretty much no-one who cares about pop music on a deeper level likes this song, but hey, if I’m the only person happy about this other than Booner Boy himself, I’ll take it. Welcome back to REVIEWING THE CHARTS!

Rundown

Given our few new songs, we also only have a handful of notable dropouts to start with, so we’ll bid adieu to the small but decent selection of “Could You be Loved” by Bob Marley & The Wailers, “Angel Numbers / Ten Toes” by Chris Brown, “My Love Mine All Mine” by Mitski and finally, “Disconnect” by Becky Hill and Chase & Status.

As for what’s back, we see returns for “Asking” by Sonny Fodera and MK featuring Clementine Douglas at #73 and, sigh, “Someone You Loved” by Lewis Capaldi at #68, and then a spattering of gains. Our most notable boosts are for “if u think i’m pretty” by Artemas at #59, “Wasted Youth” by goddard. and Cat Burns at #58, “We Ain’t Here for Long” by Nathan Dawe at #55, “Happier” by The Blessed Madonna featuring Clementine Douglas at #54, “Thank You (Not So Bad)” by a bestiary of enemies to good taste at #50, “Green & Gold” by Rudimental and Skepsis featuring Charlotte Plank and Riko Dan at #43, “Birds in the Sky” by NewEra at #34, “Never Lose Me” by Flo Milli surging high and fast up to #23 thanks to her releasing an album that includes a pretty great remix of the song featuring Cardi B and SZA, and then “Austin” by Dasha at #15, “Lovers in a Past Life” by Calvin Harris and Rag’n’Bone Man at #14 and finally, making his way into the top 10 for the first time, “Scared to Start” by Michael Marcagi at #10.

Our top five this week consists of “End of Beginning” by Djo at #5, “Lose Control” by Teddy Swims at #4, “TEXAS HOLD ‘EM” by Beyoncé at #3, “we can’t be friends (wait for your love)” by Ariana Grande at a new peak of #2 off of the debut, that could grab a week at the top soon, and of course, Benny Boone at #1. Now for our four new songs, which feel like names picked out of a hat and placed onto the chart.

New Entries

#60 - “Been Like This” - Meghan Trainor and T-Pain

Produced by Gian Stone and Grant Boutin

This is a joke, right? Or a soundtrack to a reality television competition, or daytime talk show? T-Pain has grown into his role as wholesome cuddly media figure surprisingly well and a collaboration with Meghan Trainor, whilst demonic, seems to be the best way to seal that position, with this being the lead single for her next album… Timeless. Well, that’s one thing to call your music. Mean jokes aside, hey, T-Pain is here so at least there’ll be some genuine, not as obnoxious charisma? Well, first of all, it’s electro swing, so my first instinct is to step away from my laptop, keel over and die, especially when Meghan starts to singing about how she keeps it juicy and then eventually that she’s “still that bitch”, as if she was ever that bitch to begin with. There’s something so cynical about Trainor’s vocals that I didn’t notice just the true extent of until T-Pain came in with an infectious call-and-response and weirdly-mixed but fun-extruding harmonies that almost would convince me on the entire song if he didn’t have to play to Meghan’s lack of personality, especially when placed against each other in the bridge. T-Pain can sell this as some goofy cartoon clown, but it probably wouldn’t charted without Ms. Trainor, who brings pretty much nothing to the song other than taking it a tad too seriously, despite the fact that there’s no reason, lyrically, for this to even be a duet. Also, Meghan, I’m not sure you can even sing the line about GRAMMYs in T-Pain’s verse on the account of you only have one.

#52 - “Never be Lonely” - Jax Jones and Zoe Wees

Produced by Jax Jones, Mark Ralph, Neave Applebaum and Tom Demac

I actually really like Jax Jones’ producer tag, it’s cute and rhythmic, has a little stutter to it. It’s nice. I have to say more than that, don’t I? I have to acknowledge Zoe Wees’ voice being misued and manipulated to just sounding characterless, I have to acknowledge how this heavily interpolates the drop from “Rhythm is a Dancer” by Snap!, one of the best Eurodance songs ever despite some… regrettable lines. It spent six weeks at #1 in 1992, blocking off Jimmy Nails, Freddie Mercury, Luther Vandross, Janet Jackson and of course, “Ebenezer Goode” by the Shamen from the top spot, before reappearing in remixed form in 2003 and 2008, reaching the top 40 again both times. “Never be Lonely” doesn’t work as an update of the song because of completely different lyrical content that I actually hate, asking someone to tell her how it feels that she’ll always be there for them, it’s really patronising and weird. It doesn’t work as a reimagining or reinterpretation because it goes for the same tone, and doesn’t adopt or adapt any of the original lyrical conceits. The one thing it does have is a Cascada remix. Yes, that Cascada. I have no idea why, but it exists.

#18 - “Going Home” (Theme from Local Hero) - Mark Knopfler’s Guitar Heroes

Produced by Guy Fletcher

Oh, so I guess this episode really will get as serious as cancer. This one might take a while to explain. So in 1983, Bill Forsyth wrote and directed Local Hero, a highly-acclaimed comedy drama that is actually former US Vice President Al Gore’s favourite film. Its soundtrack features a five-minute instrumental piece known as the “Theme of the Local Hero”. I’ve never seen the film so I don’t know how exactly it appears or makes sense within its narrative but I do know it has far transcended its origin. “Going Home” was the first single in Mark Knopfler’s solo career and has become a staple in both his and his band’s live performances, as well as becoming another theme, now for Knopfler’s home football team, Newcastle United. It’s probably the most lukewarm take of all time to say that “Going Home” is a beautiful piece, it honestly gives me goosebumps from its transcendent new-age introduction and excellently distant sax from Michael Brecker, that eventually transform into a very 80s-sounding but still profoundly triumphant jam that emulates the feeling of a journey in the UK pretty well. Maybe that’s what the film’s about, I don’t know. It peaked at #56 in 1983, whilst Bonnie Tyler’s “Total Eclipse of the Heart” was #1 - good week for rock epics, I guess.

If you know Knopfler from anything, it’s likely his band Dire Straits, one of the few important British rock bands that hit #1 in the States and never back over here on the islands - their #1 is of course “Money for Nothing”. The legacy of Dire Straits is not something tangible for me or that I’ve ever really understood, their sound was varied and evolved through what was ultimately a very short career. They’re not a legendary act but are still big names and incredibly well-connected, especially Knopfler, who has played and produced extensively for many artists and soundtracks. In January, Knopfler sold over 100 of his guitar and amp equipment at auction and in March, he’s compiled a charity ensemble to cover “Going Home” in support of cancer awareness.

Its status as a charity single is the only possible explanation for why this nearly 10 minute instrumental piece even touched the charts let alone the top 20, but it is stuffed with big names, from rock icons like Brian May, RIngo Starr and Joan Jett and newer cats like Sam Fender and Orianthi to genuine oddballs like Keiji Haino and head-scratching inclusions like, uh, Brad Paisley, who I will only ever remember for “Accidental Racist”. There are over 60 musicians on this record and damn near all of them contributed through their guitar playing, other than Ringo on drums, The Who’s Roger Daltrey on my favourite, the harmonica (that you can barely hear at times - Daltrey’s harmonica should be put to better use), and a few others. You can tell that Fletcher and Knopfler did their best job to try and collate recordings that were clearly from different times, places, equipment set-ups and audio qualities, but this is still basically a meandering pile of guitar overdubs that lasts longer than some full EPs and doesn’t really let you register any single guitarist as them playing. The collectiveness of it may just be the point, to show a united front against cancer or what have you, and there’s definitely a lot to appreciate if you’re an in-depth fan of guitar playing or a guitarist yourself, of which I’m not. I will admit, this is genuinely impressively easy to sit through for how lengthy it is, largely because of the dexterity on display, the fact that the melody of the original “Going Home”, even when developed on in the many ways it is within this piece, is still so infectious, and also because it comes out of not just cynical philanthropy but a genuine passion for the guitar as an instrument. The cover art is a Sgt. Peppers parody of the musicians standing in front of a famous guitar shop in London, and the wide array of musicians from a lot of different genres, eras and even techniques shows how wide and universal this feels an appreciation of the guitar… but I’ll say what my dad always said about Dire Straits (because, really, dads are the only people with viable Dire Straits opinions): “it all becomes much of a muchness.” My favourite of theirs is “Walk of Life” by the way, it’s so goofy. Love it.

#14 - “FRI(END)S” - V

Produced by Connor McDonough and Riley McDonough

V is the latest of the BTS boys to release a solo English single, seemingly leading towards a solo career like Jung Kook, with credits stacked full of Anglophone pop songwriters and production from the McDonough brothers that results in a very serviceable pop song that I’m not sure would get much attention outside of the fact that it’s a BTS member, hence why sales jacked this one’s chart position up so high. It’s not a bad little song at all, in fact I like the distorted guitar lick and the amount of emotion V shows in his vocals despite all the effects, he has a real unique texture against the slodgier indie drums and the infectious bed of harmonies in the pre-chorus. The one way I could see this getting big organically would be that fun albeit gimmicky chorus that makes this an anti-climactic friend zone anthem, though the gimmick wears off after the second time and doesn’t really develop into anything new in the second chorus other than some pretty gross, reverb-drenched spectacle. I usually wouldn’t give this manufactured bedroom pop much more of the time of day but there’s not much in the way of obnoxious performance or toxic lyrics here, it’s just that it really could be any other vaguely bitter male singer’s song. The first most obvious comparison is Joji due to their vocal textures, but Charlie Puth or Lauv could have easily made this work too, though probably not as well as V does here, especially not Puth. God, that would be horrible. Thank God for BTS that this song was never offered to Puth (not that he’d accept a song he didn’t spend 20 hours writing and producing himself, of course). Ugh, enough Puth talk, let’s end the episode.

Conclusion

God, this was not a great week, huh? Even if I’m not fussed about the new version, the composition of “Going Home” makes Mark Knopfler and friends get a lock for Honourable Mention, and it really does end up as the song with the most - if not the only - human passion in this selection. Worst of the Week goes to Meghan Trainor, surprise, surprise, for “Been Like This” with T-Pain, and that’s all. Future, Shakira, O-Rod, Tyla, Hozier, Headie One, Artemas, Cardi B, Lil Nas X, Bryson Tiller, they could all hypothetically show up next week and it would be a big one, so prepare for that and who knows what else? It’s 2024, anything can chart. As for now, thank you for reading, rest in peace to Cola Boyy but we go on and I’ll see you next week!

[sobeksewerrat]

☆~~Elvina The Cock-Kicker~~☆

prolly gonna update or change this later (updated: 25/5/24 [d/m/y])

Uh, hello! Name's Elvina (I also go by AnDrew/AnDrea! And Argo aswell, but you need permission from me to use that one), but you can call me whatever lol

(There is also Eara'as, but who cares-)

Update on 24/2/24: Fuck it I am naming myself Adam too. Yes, after the guy from Hazbin. Sue me. It is one of my favourite names now.

-> لو انت بتكلم عربي و عايز تكلمني بيه ممكن تقلي ربيع او مروان برده!!

I'm an amateur artist and writer; currently trying to graduate as soon as humanly possible (and high school has been kicking my ass)

My tagline is "kinda bored ngl"; seriously it's been in the bio of every social media account I have ever owned since 2019 at some point or another it's actually insane, WHY AM I SO BORED?!?

this intro post pretty much only looks good with the "Vampire" theme, if you don't have that, then it sucks to suck, i guess.

BEFORE YOU INTERACT!!

☆I have a full Rules post but these are some others not included in that or TL;DRs.

-> I block very liberally, but I never just randomly block a mutual (unless it is a joke like in the freakblr war or they did sth horrible). I have severe anxiety so I tend to just block anybody who I feel is aggressive (intentionally or otherwise) or weirds me out.

-> I have a really broken sense of humour and I post a lot about inside jokes and stuff with my mutuals. I know I can't stop you, but if we're not mutuals or you're not involved in whatever inside joke I am talking about please dni with the posts. Once a joke of mine blew up and I deleted the original post and made my friends delete their rbs so people would stop seeing it.

-> I tend to forget to tag TWs properly. If I forget to tag sth, please inform me!!

Fandoms:

Special Interest (persumably): The Music Freaks

Hyperfixations: Ace Attorney, Luca(2021), The Stanley Parable, Story Thieves, Scott Pilgrim , Hazbin Hotel , Avatar: The Last Airbender

Danganronpa V3 [yes, V3 specifically.I don't interact with the fandom much]

Mark and Friends/The World of Mr.Plant

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Blue's Story (Victaton)

Big Hero 6

DDLC

Diary of A Wimpy Kid (mainly the Dysfunctional Perspective fancomic)

Al Kabeer (not a fandom technically but who cares)

Sonic

Jackson's Diary

Aurora (red osp)

Riordanverse (including KC and MCGA)

Unfamiliar (Lavendertowne)

FNAF

Omori

Helluva Boss

Obey Me!

Ramshackle

Buncha other stuff that I am too lazy to name (might edit as i post about them)

Fandom Stuff to Tag Me In!!

My Kins!!

Random Bullshit:

Egyptian

fav colour is red

Professional Faggot since 2018 (legally)

Aro/Ace (achillean)

Agender / Aboy (transmasc, pronouns: he/him)

Basically just your local pathetic trans boy with mommy AND daddy issues (the whole package!)

INFP

Born in spooky month, loves spooky month

OCD, ADHD, self-diagnosed Autism

Biochemistry nerd. I didn't mean to be one but there was just something very intruiging about toxicology. Blame Lavendertowne.

Massive multi-shipper (also i like crackships, A LOT)

Coffee, vimto and soda addict (blame cockitchy ouma)

Fav. fictional chr. of all time: ✨Manfred von Karma✨(PW:AA)

Drew and Milly kinnie (TMF)

I am Drew irl, all I say about him is canon, I even run the rp blog, don't question me

✨✨✨LEADER OF THE ANTI-DARK REUNION✨✨✨

Menace to society, according to all of my irl friends, and just people who know me (just ask my freakblr mutuals, they'll tell you).

Minor, obv.

Never truly grew out of my Gacha phase

Other Blogs

Tags

Artfol: sobeksewerrat (not super active there lol)

Wattpad: ElvinaHS

AO3: sobeksewerrat

pronouns

Have a great day/ night!!

Your favourite god,

Sober Skewart 🐊🍻

[judes-hoe]

400 follower special🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻💋

I’m gonna do a lyric blurb game kinda like @formulalfc (she gave me permission to do something like hers🤍). It’s just gonna be for the people I write for so if you need to know who I do write for check my master list.

So basically just send a lyric and a person and I’ll post it and write a blurb about the lyric.

The lyric can be smut, fluff, and angst. (lmk which it is)

(If I don’t know the lyric I’ll have to go to the song and listen to some of the song to know the vibe)

Also gonna post the blurbs I have(5)so my inbox will just be what you request about this🫶🏻

Some of my lyrics I like if you wanna choose from mine🤍:

“Baby, we could take it to the bathroom, you know you ain’t even gotta ask me”(bathroom by Montell fish)(smut)

“When I met you in that hotel room”(hotel by Montell fish)(smut or angst)

“Do I wanna know if this feeling flows both ways”(do I wanna know? By arctic monkeys)(fluff or smut)

“Cause girl your perfect…your always worth it…and you deserve it”(earned it by The Weeknd)(fluffy maybe a lil smut)

“Pick up them shoes, I’ll race your ass up all them stairs…just grab a room, I swear no one will interfere”(the party and the after party by The Weeknd)(smut)

The whole or nah song by Ty Dolla $ign(smut)

“You gave me comfort”(call out my name by The Weeknd)(fluff)

“I can make that pussy rain”(often by The Weeknd)(smut)

“You said “keep our business on the low-low”… I’m just tryna get you out the friend zone… cause you look even better than the photos”(the hills by The Weeknd)(smut kinda angsty)

“Force me and choke me till I pass out”(one of the girls by The Weeknd)(smut)

“We’ll get in your car and you lean to kiss me… we’ll talk for hours and lie on the backseat”(strangers by Kenya grace)(fluff)

Intro to girlfriend by heavyweight(smut,fluff,angst)

“If you think I’m pretty lay your hands on me…know you can’t stop thinking bout it”(if you think I’m pretty by Artemas)(smut)

“He love how I ride it…hop on the dick,I made him get excited”(rodeo by Lah Pat and Flo milli)(smut)

[kah-way-loh]

how do you get away with having your FURBYS OUT AT WORK???? do people ask you questions or do they just not care

Honestly, customers don't ask about them that much! Some will just tell me they're cute or talk about the Furby they had as a kid, but most just ignore it; usually people are there to shop, not to socialize! My go-to response if I'm asked about them is, "I'm conducting a social experiment to see how the public reacts to something unusual yet benign, like a toy in public." No more questions after that! I'll joke about sprucing up my register to friends and regular customers as well

(I did have one child call mine creepy but they had never heard of Furbies before that point so I just laughed it off. And so far I've only had two or three kids reference Mitchells vs. The Machines!)

It helps that (most of) my managers are super chill about it! I just set them up at my register and do my job, if I know I'll be away from my register for a while I'll take them to the office or put them in my locker so no one can steal them. Any photos I take are either during my break or just after we close, so I'm not wasting time during my shift

I first started off just leaving them in my work bag, then I'd have them join me in my break. Once I felt more comfortable I started setting them in the office to see how my coworkers reacted (they loved my little furballs but one manager thought it was ridiculous so I don't bring them in when I know That Specific Person is working). Now I'm at the point where I'm taking them to my register and I feel comfortable leaving them there while I tidy the aisles that keep them in my view! Only one person has come close to touching a Furby (they thought Millie had batteries in and tried to wake her up) and even then they backed off when I asked politely for them to stop. I'm dreading the day a customer gets too handsy but so far it's been smooth sailing!