#i just wanted to draw stone singing this song lmao

[temptear]

Merry Christmas everybody

[zhuoyichenpretty]

Eps 30-33 Commentary

No meta, just reactions! I have less to say about some eps so I'm combining several episodes worth. To make up for my head-emptiness and lack of meta, I've included more pictures lmao. Spoilers under the cut!

Ep 30:

"You really are pitiful." Li Lun waking up thinking of ZYC's words oooh they did that opening line for Li Lun/ZYC lovers (me)

What a homoerotic way to give the Truth Eye

ZYC and ZYZ having their first drink(s) together here, ZYZ and Li Lun having one last game of chess here. Gay ppl will go “I know a place” and take you to a damp cave and a little stone table in the Wilderness

Oof. The apparent inherence of winning/losing in their activity of choice compared to the drinks that took place here between ZYC and ZYZ. Even with a draw, it’s competitive by nature. If Li Lun knew about the three (very intense, very intimate) toasts that came before in this very spot, I wonder how aggrieved he’d feel.

Ah well there goes the date spot /:

I’m so happy to see LZY (Bai Jiu’s actor) get to fight! His fight scenes in MTJY were awesome and he continues to impress here as well. It’s so fun to watch!

………..to revisit my question from previous commentary about when the grievances against Ying Lei will end, the answer is never ;-;

Damn…For ZYC to promise to spare Li Lun after all that Li Lun has put him through specifically and personally. ZYC really fucking loves ZYZ doesn’t he.

I’m so fucked up over Ying Lei’s last words jesus christ.

ZYC sobbing and feeling the fleeting warmth of the rock Ying Lei was just leaning against…when will the world stop taking away his family members??? His brothers???

That scene of everyone looking at Bai Jiu after Ying Lei dissipates. The fact that he's right there. And it’s like they traded one life for another. The two babies of the group. Goddammit.

Do NOT hit me with Bai Jiu’s actor singing “Broken-Tailed Bird” right now oh my god

So like…regarding ZYZ losing his demonic power, does he still count as the most evil demon of ZYC’s time? Can someone ring Ying Long and ask?

ZYC crybaby oh no I can’t believe he’s crying over ZYZ being so weakened aw I love him

My god, Bai Jiu running after Ying Lei and into ZYC’s arms has to be one of my favorite sequences in the whole show. So so good. So so painful. Between this scene, all the flashbacks, and ZYC’s reaction when he died, I’m at least glad the show is spending so much screen time and significance on Ying Lei’s send-off, even if I’m heartbroken that he’s gone. We couldn’t even have the whole family reunited for one moment.

Also have you ever seen a man so mother?

No but seriously "Cry if you want...[tears] have to do with our hearts" ZYC my healthy masculinity king!!!

This song fucking hurtssssssssss this cheese (it's buttermilk) hurts everything hurts

I’m glad PSJ gets time and space to react. Her lines about being a mortal and not being needed are so good but also ow!!! And oh WX always knows exactly what to say to her 🥹

I love everything ZYC says to Bai Jiu about each family member (like yeahhh WX is unlucky 😭 and yeaahHH PSJ does need support too) but MAN the way he says ZYZ’s name is so fucking good. The fact that it gets so much emotion across without saying a single word further as he gets interrupted. His voice and his expression both collapsing a little in that moment. Efficiency of acting strikes again.

Is it even possible for ZYC to cherish this little family more?

Yo this dramatic ass lighting on ZYZ and ZYC standing in the doorway. Why y’all need so much drama just to talk? Also oughhhh ZYC’s gaze is a mess looking every which way while discussing WX’s poison. He is such a bad liar (but he looks so good doing it). Is that why they gotta talk about this like ten feet apart so ZYZ can’t see him lying? Lmao

Okay also tho if ZYC's coming around looking like this I am not hearing a single thing he's saying:

They flashed back to the previous time ZYC held his hand out but cut away from ZYZ taking it this time. Is it bc the absolutely unfettered tension between them can’t pass censors anymore? Haha god but that shot of ZYC slowly meeting ZYZ’s eyes from ZYZ’s POV whewwww we don’t got the skinship but their gazes are kind of insane??? TJR in blue contacts is too powerful I'm shaking somebody needs to stop him.

Ep 31:

Trying so hard not to be driven a little crazy by the lapses in continuity in this show (‘: It’s just tonal and costuming stuff that are a little difficult for me to ignore, just the fact that it’s kind of apparent which scenes were filmed in what order based on their costume/styling changes + the sets, and how sometimes the tone from the previous events don’t smoothly carry over because of this. But it's momentary, I just gotta. Power through.

YO the Pei siblings sparring was so cool and for what. They should have had WX spectating instead of staring at nothing in the previous scene (-:

Damn how long has it been since they played the fun music. Also feels kind of wrong without Ying Lei though fml

Awwww Qing Geng I missed her she’s so cute!! I wasn't doing ep commentaries during her arc so I gotta make up for it here. Her actress is so talented and adorable, and her costuming in this show is stunning!! Her lashes!! Her colors!!

THE TREE BRANCHES lmfaooo ZYC what happened to being worried for ZYZ’s weak body?? We really haven't had a moment like this in so long though (':

Well I do like the reason why WZY had a fake out death, that’s pretty clever and narratively sound, but also oh god what in the AOT??? The inner cores hidden in the medicine is some odious fucking work dear lord

I also like that the endgame is coming about from what initially seemed like another small-time case. Of course the evil physician's huge scheme at the end weaponizes plague and poison and medicine.

Ayeee fun that they used the teleporter on WZY instead of as a getaway

Lmfao ZYC just standing there taking a huge hit of the poison smoke. Poor baby doesn’t watch movies and doesn’t know smoke from a bad guy always means some kind of poison

Why does poisoned!ZYC have such an incredible smokey-eye siren look I’m shook

After knowing the poison is about indulging in your greatest wishes, the first moment ZYC woke up and approached ZYZ they sure looked like they were about to indulge in something sorry ignore me

The way this is so similar to ZYZ’s imaginings where he and WX always turn around and look at the camera. The show wants censors to believe they’re looking at ZYZ but we've known all along who the third POV is here

Also why aren’t ZYC’s bro and dad in the wish illusion?

Ohh the eerie instrumental rendition of the OST when ZYC draws his sword is too good. And yesss we were so due for some more crazy dream fuckery like is this real? Is this real??

Ep 32:

The team is spread so thin )-: One man (mountain god) down and a whole town to save and an immortal villain to vanquish.

WZY's eagerness in trying to goad ZYC into killing himself while poisoned is so so sinister goddamn. I love how disturbing it is to slowly realize what he wants without any lines at all

ZYZ shielding ZYC from a huge fucking fireball with just his hand is adorable and sad:

I already normally love Li Lun's whole leaf-swirly entrances and exits but you know I cheered when he deus ex machina-ed his way here!!! With that bgm too!!!

Li Lun came back to accept ZYC into their throuple. He's had some time to think and yeah he's decided ZYC's kinda hot and maybe shouldn't die or else ZYZ will be sad.

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ZYC's soft and anguished, "Qing Geng" when he realizes she gave him her inner core. That's my bleeding heart hero ;-;

Throuple of the fucking yearrrrrr:

Spoiler for ep 33/34 but—watching Bai Jiu watch the three of them and realize he can't do anything to help here... It would have been dangerous for him to stay, but I wonder if things could have ended differently ):

Ep 33:

Oughhhhh Pei Siheng ))): The cruel fucking poetry of PSJ, the most emotionally closed-off character, having her heart, her brother, made into her armor. And then to lose him once more.

ZYC proving time and again that his heart is entirely boundless and he'll shelter anyone from the rain and he just wants everyone to live:

LI LUN/ZYC LOVERS HOW ARE WE FEELIN'?!?

Did not expect MORE ZYC choking now that they're on the same side but yeah Li Lun is not one to let go of a good thing I get it. I'm screaming but I get it. "I'm giving you half my demonic power" yeah right just admit you like doing this dw Li Lun this is a safe space.

Literally what am I watching and also no don't mind me, keep going. Feral over ZYC dropping his hand and letting it happen.

But lmfao the way Li Lun did not need to be doing all that, like he sends his power out to ZYZ without even making physical contact. He could've just grabbed ZYC by the shoulder.

Can't believe I just keep winning:

ZYC didn't even know what Li Lun was doing putting his arms around him and he just let it happen. That's some next level trust.

Ah goodbye Li Lun, presumably another victim of the "(ex-)villains can't have good endings" brand of censorship

Oof I love that the initial horror after the seeming victory is reserved first for the simple fact that ZYC and ZYZ are separated, that ZYC can't go to him the way he was intending to. Even when it's unclear yet that WZY is still alive, just the wrongness of them being divided this way is so poignant. ZYC has such a helpless look about him when he says ZYZ's name.

Goddammit WZY saw Li Lun choke ZYC and got ideas.

Oh I love the uncertainty of whether the One-Word Spell works on ZYC or not. ZYZ's sudden and intense fear. Also though WZY tries to use ZYC dying as a deterrent for ZYZ blowing up the barrier but he's literally choking the life out of ZYC as we speak

Bai Jiu's completely unrestrained screaming and crying in pain is so brutal to listen to. His scenes go on forever. Also, the choice of having some of his flashbacks be blurred and vague in the background, once again something privately kept for the character

ZYC holding out his hand to ZYZ a third time ;-; The utter relief of being able to reach each other again paralleling that previous horror of separation.

ZYC physically feeling Bai Jiu's death oh god. We do not get a single moment of happiness and victory in this drama everything is bought with pain and returns pain I hate it here.

Also another post-finale thought (spoilers for the end of the drama)—If ZYZ remained in his weakened state, I really am curious if he would have still met the conditions of the prophecy (ZYC being cursed to kill the most evil demon of his time, if the prophecy is indeed conditional like that, of course). If that could have been a technical loophole, did Li Lun giving both of them his power and then ZYC giving ZYZ his as well basically fulfill it again? I mean, logistically speaking, without that extra power, I'm not sure if ZYZ would have been able to trigger the Baize cycle again (or whatever it is he did to save the town). So the show's final tragedy can be traced all the way back to these moments of giving out of love and protection, just as Bai Jiu being in the perfect place for his final sacrifice came about because ZYC, ZYZ, and Li Lun were trying to protect him and get him out of danger. The way love and grief are so helplessly, inevitably intertwined that one begets the other. They were all just trying to save each other.

On that completely painful note, that's 30-33! And it'll be downhill from here for the next one (-:

[volivolition]

hello we return to ramble about music because music is one of our biggest hyperfixations ever. hai [Do let us know if you're ever tired of us sharing music though Shauaiakdjcjsjdfj]

Do you have a favourite song? A favourite band or musician? PLEASE do share if so, we're always looking for new music especially from friends!!

We have!!! song reccs for you :] Song for the Dead and Song for the Deaf, both by Queens of the Stone Age! Both songs are very red to us [we have synesthesia] and they remind us collectively of Phys Instrument and I!

-PT

HAI HELLO!! my music friends the furies!! (hjfkjh dont worry, i love hearing from you!! :D <33)

2. ooh, thank you PT, i was just listening to Song for the Dead on the subway the other day, it sounded so cool!! i assumed it was a Physique vibe, but so cool to hear who exactly :D im listening to Song for the Deaf now, just really good guitar for both of these songs, the words are sung more lyrical in this one :0 the ending is amusing, just silence and then laughing to the instrumental hdkjh <3 extremely red vibes, you're so right for this <3 thank you for sharing the PT and Fizzy songs :D <33

1. oh god i have to put this under a cut. tl;dr: my current favorite song is Too Sweet by Hozier because it reminds me of Voli and Chemi :]!!

hgkjh did you know my bio used to say "i can relate any hozier song to disco elysium"? the statement is hyperbole, but i love hozier so fuckin much heres just a bunch of nonsense:

"Too Sweet" is a volistry song. to me. ("I take my whiskey neat~" "My coffee black and my bed at three...") echem thinks voli's too uptight ("You keep telling me to live right / to go to bed before the daylight... / but then you wake up for the sunrise... / don't you just want to wake up... / lost in a haze?") and voli thinks echem is too hedonistic ("If you're drunk on life-" "Babe, I think it's great~" "But while in this world... / I aim low / I aim true and the ground's where I go / I work late where I'm free from the phone / And the job gets done / But you worry some, I know.") and in this way they're "too sweet (morally/indulgently)" for each other, but they fall in love around the "You know, you're bright as the morning, soft as the rain" "Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape" mark because they start to balance each other out so they're not overworking/refusing all joy and not giving in to every temptation/dangerously ignoring health and responsibility for dopamine and they're GOOD FOR EACH OTHER... im. not normal about them ever i could write essays about them :'] (also the bells in the chorus just hit different i love that shit man...)

i've been meaning to draw Echem with the song "Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene" just for the title alone lmao... but it's absolutely a bop and i enjoy it :]

"Jackie and Wilson" is TRULY LIKE. IS ANYONE SEEING THIS. "Cut clean from the dream at night / let my mind reset / Looking up from a cigarette and he's already left" "He'll know me crazy, soothe me daily, better yet, he wouldn't care / We'll steal his Lexus / be detectives / ride 'round picking up clues" IS ANYONE ELSE HEARING THIS THAT'S FUCKING HARRY AND KIM. HELLO??

my other alternate bio used to read "From Eden is such a de song. if you even care" i need everyone to listen to this and tell me its not a disco elysium song ogughgjkh!!! "Honey, you're familiar / Like my mirror years ago" "Innocence died screaming" "A rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree" HOZIER MY MAN YOU DID IT BUDDY THAT'S THE GAME!!!

i can perfectly imagine which skill is singing which line to harry in "Almost (Sweet Music)" as he gets over dora and falls in love with kim. imagine them smoking on the balcony together while the skills swirl around them, invisible to kim but nudging harry and each other.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Easy: Success] - Let's get lost and let the good times roll! SAVOIR FAIRE [Medium: Success] - Let's smoke rings from this paper, doll~ SUGGESTION [Medium: Success] - Blow sweet and thick 'til every thought of it don't mean a thing. PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT [Medium: Success] - I got some color back. EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - He thinks so too... INLAND EMPIRE [Formidable: Success] - I laugh like me again... She laughs like you. RHETORIC [Legendary: Failure] - I wouldn't know where to start... PERCEPTION [Medium: Success] - Sweet music playing in the dark. VOLITION [Godly: Success] - *Be still*, my foolish heart- COMPOSURE [Challenging: Success] - Don't ruin this on me...

"First Time" is harry and dora ("the first time that you kissed me / i drank dry the river lethe" YOU MEAN THE GREEK RIVER THAT MAKES YOU FORGET EVERYTHING HOZIER???), "Eat Your Young" is truly a Disco Elysium vibe song of political ideology, do i even have to mention "Take Me to Church" for the idolization of Dora? and "Like Real People Do" [just straight up starts sobbing on the floor.] when the... the two people with similarly sad pasts learn to grow and heal together... we should just kiss like real people do... fucking hell man...

i also like!! AJR (current fave: Inertia [waltz time my adored]), The Oh Hellos (Hieroglyphs [the beat! the melody! the lyrics! singing together! ough my love... i miss choir]), The Altogether (See The Day [makes me cry. volition song i think]), American Authors (Luck [longtime favorite]), and Ricky Montgomery (currently it's Cabo but god this man's got bops. This December. Line Without a Hook. Get Used to It. Snow [<- desaturated blue song]. My Heart is Buried in Venice. okay thats it i promise hdkjh)

[lolly-pop456]

1. Steven Universe, Spy X Family, and that new sonic one that I can’t remember the name of lol

2. They’re purple and a bit taller than my usual ankle socks. They also have lil sushi’s on them too.

3. I adore smoothies of any kind

4. Depending on the occasion and season it’s usually a semi formal dress or a nicer shirt with dark pants.

5. Over medium

6. A group of bookmarks I’ve collected over the years. Rn I’m using a tarot card that just described the deck.

7. Black probably. It goes with lots of things.

8. Other than books and movies I like older hats. They look very cool and interesting to me and make fun decorations.

9. The ocean for both. Even though I never grew up by it I just find it very soothing to me for some reason.

10. Colors. They can represent more than what someone is telling me to think (aka lyric questions).

11. Glasses. Eyes are too sensitive for contacts.

12. That she’s big and not shy about it since she can’t help her weight for the most part.

13. Pencil. I’m a fast writer so I make a lot of mistakes usually.

14. My back porch or backyard in general. It doesn’t face anything but the trees so it feels very private and uniquely mine.

15. Only one since my wife and I are too forgetful to have more lol. And maybe? It’s technically my wife’s but she forgets about it all the time… poor lil cactus.

16. A very oversized dark grey one with a family friend’s tattoo company logo on it. I got it on sale as it was the last one and not selling well, I like it because it makes me feel small.

17. Like five books hahaha… all from different series that I have one or two of on my shelf already.

18. When they discovered Tenochtitlan. Experiencing the wonder they experienced while first seeing the city would be amazing.

19. I dressed up as a spunky dark fairy once and loved the hell out of it despite having to wear a winter coat.

20. Algebra.

21. Uhh.. I think it’s called Starry Night Over the Rhine? It’s by Van Gogh and basically like that famous stars one but a different perspective I guess.

22. Iced.

23. Love songs. Idk why they’re just the easiest for me to sing.

24. Perhaps too aggressive at times but I’d like to think so. I at least use my blinker.

25. Yep. I want lots more tattoos and my nipples pierced.

26. More so a cook than a baker though I guess I could bake if I focused more. Don’t really have a specialty unless making a family recipe is one lol.

27. Just one amethyst skull, it’s got some creamy white lines and it’s supposed to be a good stone for protection.

28. Oh yeah. I definitely do, been called a mermaid most of my life as a joke.

29. Nope.

30. Yeah. I hang my shirts to the far left, then pants, then like: seasonals and fancy stuff. Then hoodies and bras.

31. Nails, hair, hips I think.

32. One of those iridescent rainbow looks 😍.

33. Earbuds.

34. Easily.

35. When I was little my favorite was a pink dog with a heart nose named Valentine. He went EVERYWHERE with me but uhh… at some point I became convinced he was haunted by something. That’s a story for another time if anyone’s curious.

36. Air hockey.

37. As long as they’re respectful of my space and let me know if they’re behind me.

38. I really like classical piano pieces actually. They really soothe me and not many people would guess that about me probably.

39. Realizing I didn’t sleep until 7pm lmao.

40. Apple. They hold lots of fond childhood memories for me.

41. Black pepper and rose.

42. A few. I think my favorite is the pixel coloring one, since it lets you upload your own photos to draw.

43. On. Fear of the dark is really a bitch.

44. Put it in my Toothless piggy bank.

45. No hahaha. I wrote too hard and fast usually, and even if I slow down it looks like a young kids.

46. I think a band? That or a podcast.

47. When the weather is nice.

48. I mean… I prefer plastic over porcelain but that’s about it.

49. Read a good book.

50. The air is cold but not freezing, indirect air is being pushed in from the ac with a slight hum. Silky sheets and pillow cases with a light fuzzy blanket that’s big enough to keep me underneath despite me tossing and turning. Also a body pillow with a stuffed animal to cuddle.

50 Questions Just Because

What are three shows in your watchlist that you’ve been meaning to get to?

Describe your favorite pair of socks

Do you like smoothies?

What do you wear when you have to dress nicely?

How do you like your eggs?

What do you use to keep your place when you’re reading a book?

What color dominates your closet?

Do you collect anything? If so, what?

What sounds or scents calm you down?

What’s your favorite kind of uquiz question? (Lyric, color, aesthetic, etc)

Do you wear glasses or contacts?

What’s something about your best friend that you love?

Do you prefer to write in pen or pencil?

What are some places where you feel most at home?

Do you have any houseplants? Do any of them have names?

Describe your favorite hoodie. How long have you had it? What makes it unique?

What’s the last thing you ordered online?

What’s one historical event that you would have liked to have witnessed?

What’s your favorite Halloween costume from when you were a kid?

What kind of math are you best at?

What’s your favorite period in art history, your favorite famous work and/or your favorite style of art? If you don’t know any that’s ok!

Iced or hot drinks?

Which songs do you like to sing in the shower?

Are you a good driver?

Do you have any piercings or tattoos? Are there any that you want?

Can you cook or bake? If so, what are some of your specialties?

Do you have any keychains on your home or car keys? Describe them!

Can you swim very well? Do you like swimming?

Did you play with Legos as a kid? What was your favorite set?

Is your closet organized? If so, how?

What’s the last music video you watched?

If you could dye your hair any color, regardless of how you think it would look, what color would you choose?

Headphones or earbuds?

Can you read analog clocks?

Describe your favorite stuffed animal, either now or from when you were a kid.

What’s an arcade or table game (air hockey, ping pong, etc) that you’re really good at?

Do you mind if others are in the kitchen when you’re cooking or baking?

What’s one show you watch or musician you listen to that your friends know nothing about?

What was the best part of your day today?

What’s your favorite kind of tree?

What scent is your deodorant?

Do you have any games on your phone? If so, which one(s) is/are your favorite?

Do you shower with the lights on or off?

What do you do with spare change?

Do you have good handwriting?

What’s the last thing a friend recommended to you that you looked into and actually liked?

Do you like to go on walks?

Do you have a favorite plate or bowl?

What’s your favorite thing to do when it’s raining?

Describe your perfect sleeping conditions

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I'm 19 years old! I'm gonna be 20 on June 25th this year I'M SO SCARED THESE ARE MY LAST MONTHS AS A TEEN WHAT DO I DO.

Before last November, I was in the Los Angeles Film School! Unfortunately, due to financial strain, I had to withdraw and am going to start school up again at my community college this month (Feb), but I did learn a lot from them! I'm planning on becoming some type of music major and am hoping to transfer to a CSU or UC >:)

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Favorite song: Fame > Infamy

Favorite Food: Sushi!

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Hello dear! Could I please get a Matchup for Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit? I LOVE your blog theme btw, your icon and header are so pretty! Here's my description:

🪴 Autistic girl with an excitable but soft personality. I use She/Her pronouns and am legally an adult

🪴 I'm often in some sort of caretaker or comforter role, so I've developed a habit of calling people "honey". I've called my own parents that by accident lol

🪴 I give really good advice, but can be pretty stubborn myself. I've been called wise beyond my years a lot, haha. But, I can forget to care for myself too

🪴 My love language is very much physical touch, but not in a grand pda way. Rubbing someone's back, holding hands and hugs are much more comfortable for me

🪴 I love taking care of people but I can have a bit of a temper. I never even yell, but I do get very huffy and sassy 

🪴 Really short, only like 4' 11", with long brown hair and glasses. I usually put my hair up in a bun. To give you an idea of my fashion sense, I'm currently wearing a lavender flannel and overalls. I usually wear like 4 different layers of clothes every day lmao 

🪴 I work at a greenhouse and can't stand being away from nature for too long. I need outside time every day

🪴 I have a lot of knowledge about almost everything, to the point where even I don't know how I know so much

🪴 I know a fair amount of German, it's one of my favorite languages. I'm a big linguistics nerd

🪴 I prefer small gestures of love, since big actions and personalities embarrass me 

🪴 I'm very easily moved by things I find beautiful. I've almost cried watching a whole crowd sing the Pokemon theme song somehow 

🪴 I mainly write and draw, but I'm also really into carving things from wood to shells to stones

🪴 The purpose of my writing and life is to provide comfort. I just want to make people feel good. The world is cruel, so I won't be. 

🪴 I'm also a witch, I work with both Apollo and Cernunnos. Fun fact, the first spell I ever did was a healing spell for a hospitalized friend! 

🪴 I LOVE food!! I'm a firm believer that I truly good meal is all you need sometimes. I love baking

Sorry if that's way too long, as you can probably tell I also like talking, haha! Thanks so much hun, I hope you're doing well! Best wishes! ♥️

Hey there, of course you can! Also, thankyou! my Icon was a commission that I paid an artist to do of my LOTR OC (If you're interested in the artist ill definitely link her), as for my theme i wanted to put out a warmer vibe so i'm glad it's working.

Now onto your Match-up!

I just have this overwhelming feeling that you'd be perfect for Meludir. You're so soft and kind and motherly that he naturally gravitates to your energy and what a coincidence, his love language is also physical touch! He's a very touchy feely ellon and loves to be touching you in some way whether it's his finger holding onto your overall strap while you walk, braiding your hair, giving you hugs, ect. He'd love to take you on long walks to all of the special places that he's explored near his home, in part to give you inspiration but also just to hold your hand a smidge longer.

He would love that you draw and write but i think his biggest amount of appreciation would come from your wood carvings. There is so much wood around him in his home lands that he would love to spend time doing that practicing together. Bonus points if you exchange carvings from your homes, he'd treasure it always.

[hopeshoodie]

Please do the 💨🍃

Bobby: So we know Bobby was in a punk band, which in my mind means he was using ouid on a pretty regular basis. He’s definitely well past blunts- if he wants to get high he uses shatter or resin. He probably has his own rig but it’s nothing fancy and he doesn’t use it much anymore. It takes a fair bit to get him high, but when he is? Munchies for days, and a lot of quiet singing along to songs where he’s just jumping in for one or two words before petering out. He thinks he’s giving a concert, though.

Carl: Carl has never smoked in his life. Knowing the rat race in colleges and silicon valley, he prefers uppers to alcohol or marijuana. Carl was definitely lowkey addicted to cocaine for a spell before he went to AA and stopped using- especially when he was first building a career, doing drugs every day was treated as commonplace. He didn’t realize it was a problem until he lost what little weight he had and was going through withdrawals, then he needed to get clean. I think to this day Carl’s wary of mind altering substances, and he’s not interested in anything that makes him tired or low energy. He also is highkey disgusted by the smell. 

Gary: Gary doesn’t smoke, but that’s because he doesn’t have access. No one in his day to day life is offering it to him. He definitely tried it at a highschool party when people were offering it, and got super faded off a few hits. High Gary does a lot of wandering and looking at decor in the house, and asking people questions they can’t follow. He’s a big fan of “Why’s it- w hY’s it like tHat” while gesturing to the TV or a random object. No one ever answers because… What do you say to that lmao. 

Henrik: Henrik smokes pretty regularly, but he exclusively uses cigarillos or vapes. He doesn’t take in enough to get truly high, just enough to start feeling wiggly and vibe out. He knows better than to get high and go hiking- seriously yall don’t do that, that’s how people get attacked by animals, fall off of things, and get lost. But if he ever takes it too far and does get high, he enjoys sitting out on the back porch and just watching the insects. Henrik when he’s super stoned is pretty chill and laughs along to whatever, despite him not really processing what you said. 

Ibrahim: Rahim coughs a lot the few times he’s been offered a hit, and generally looks down on stoner culture. He much prefers cigars and cigarettes (to be fair I think he’s still only a social smoker with those). If Rahim is getting high, which happens like never, he wants to do it with an edible so there’s no smell or awkward passing around a rig. Obviously with edibles, you’re fine and then you’re absolutely wrecked. I can see Rahim getting super creative when high, wanting to draw and write a bunch of things down. In the morning, it all looks like nonsense. 

Lucas: Lucas doesn’t get high often, but like Rahim he prefers more ‘socially acceptable’ ways than smoking. He definitely does more drugs than Rahim though, rich people are crazy and think they’re invincible. Lucas gets really insightful when he’s high and talks super coherently about class systems, politics, and philosophy. He’s joked that when he’s baked he unlocks all of his brain and understands the universe. If you get Lucas high get ready for TED Talk after TED Talk. I think this is super funny because I can see Lucas getting really red eyed and flushed when high, so he’s espousing all of this really deep stuff while his normally styled hair is all messed up and he looks real out of it.

Marisol: I can see ouid giving her anxiety and paranoia. Marisol waited until her senior year of uni, a few months before graduation, to try it for the first time. To this day she’s not sure if the drugs were laced with something else or she took too much, but she had a super bad trip. She got really convinced that everyone was getting her high to steal things and started crying. Marisol now refuses to engage with THC on any level and loudly proclaims that it gives her anxiety when offered, because despite not enjoying it and getting a feeling of superiority from turning it down she still wants to feel cool/people to know she’s tried it. 

Noah: I know I said Noah gets really quiet when drunk, but I think he gets SUPER quiet when high. He roots himself to his spot in the chair and intermittently stares at the ground and his surroundings- he basically becomes a houseplant. I think internally he’s becoming really aware of like… The texture of the fabric of his clothes and the music playing. To other people it looks like he’s shutting down but in reality he’s feeling super connected to everything. He usually remembers observations even after sobering up. He’s got a journal that he sketches ideas and thoughts into either while high or after coming down, and some of them are super dope.

Rocco: It’s basically canon that Rocco’s tolerance is crazy high, and it seems like he’s literally always smoking at any/every time. If Rocco gets properly stoned he just zones out and gets that ‘dropped jaw, eyes lidded’ look and just- no thoughts. Head empty. But usually he doesn’t have enough supply to get that high so he’s just generally always a little baked and eats a lot of crap food and lays on his roof a lot.

[thegreenerartist]

Since Im procrastinating on drawing ONE (1) Andrew J. Minyard with acrylic nails, The Old Guard AU and the Kerejean Exchange, I decided to think on the roles I want to play as if ever I went musical theatre lmao

I would LOVE!!! Would KILL!!! To be dearest boy Mendel. Love his singing parts! whYY DONT YA FEEL ALRIGHT FOR REST OF YOUR LI- or maybe I can be my boy Marvin? What More Can I Say! I want to also be able to do the 9 months-10 months banter ngl

In Trousers! His Wife or Marvin! I especially love the song His Lips And Me or her part in Breakfast Over Sugar pppppaAASS THE SUGAUE PLEASE I DREAMT LA

Was thinking on Mean Girls,,, JANIS JANIS JANIS!!! I’d want to sing either I’d Rather Be Me or Stupid With Love soo,,, but I can’t do the notes on Stupid With Love soo,,,

Heathers! JD! Just because of Seventeen and Meant To Be Yours. Or maybe Chandler? I love Candy Store but I was never able to perfectly do her R I F F !!!

Hamilton. Would love to be Philip! Or maybe Laurens? I always loved Laffayete ngl

Have yall heard of Spongebob The Musical? Then I would LOVE! To be Sandy, especially in No Control like the way she sings the science is clear, Im afraid it’s trueee made me go 0-0

In SIX, I prefer Jane Seymour’s part the most! Love Heart Of Stone! Plus her part in the song SIX!!

The Lighting Thief Musical,,, OH do I LOVE singing Percy’s parts,,,LOOK,,, I don wanna b a half blood,,, I don wann b a hero seeking praissse,,,

[bensroger]

Blue Eyes, Blue Skies - Ben Hardy! Roger Taylor

Summary: Mamma Mia meets Borhap! Freddie makes the band take a band retreat to the beautiful island of Kalokairi, and makes Roger go whether he likes it or not. Y/N runs the local hotel with her mother, and enjoys her time on the island, but can’t help but want more. Y/N can’t help but sing one night, which Roger happens to hear. Only a day in, and there’s already some girl stuck in his head… Why did it have to be him?

Word Count: 4474

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: Okay so basically reader is just an older Sophie type that kind of dresses like Donna and goes through the same things as her. This is a little cheesy and it DOES get a little musical, so I recommend getting your Mamma Mia 2 soundtrack (I Have a Dream & Mamma Mia) ready if you want the FULL experience lmao! I don’t know how to feel about this, and most of the outfits I mentioned are from the movie. I hope you guys enjoy this! I love Mamma Mia and Borhap so whew! This has been in my drafts forever and I’m a lil nervous to post!

It was a particularly sunny day on the island of Kalokairi, and the sky was a bright beautiful blue that clashed with the darker and deeper blue of the ocean. Business was slow today, nobody had really come into the hotel since it was a weekday, but you’d at least get a few people on vacation at this time of the week. You could hear your mom making her way down the stairs to the lobby. You gave her a wide, fake smile, and she just shook her head, smiling herself. You opened your mouth to speak, but she started before you had the chance.

“You don’t have to ask me Y/N, you can take the rest of the day off.” Your mom said, looking at you. It’s not that you hated the hotel, and you actually really enjoyed running it with her, but sometimes… Sometimes it just got tiring.

You had been living on the island of Kalokairi your whole life. Your mom came from America when she was around 22 years old, and then had you and raised you here. You love Greece, you really did, but there was still so much of the world you wanted to see.

You grinned at your mom before giving her a hug, then grabbing your bag and running out. You’d usually just sit on the beach or walk around the town. You loved the life and environment here, and you wouldn’t want it any other way. At the little bar not far from your hotel, you’d occasionally sing. Your mom was close with the owner, Nefeli, so she’d let you perform in addition to her son from time to time. Nefeli loved your voice.

You had a few friends on the island, one of your closest being a girl who had moved here from America, just like your mom had all those years go. Her name was Amanda, and she was independently studying the plants and animals nearby. You met her a few years ago but she quickly became one of your best friends, seeing as she was the only girl around town close to your age.

The stone steps were uneven beneath your flimy sandals, your long skirt blowing in the wind as you headed down to the beach. The sun was nearly setting, and you always thought it was so beautiful to watch from here, at the bottom of the steps, below the hill with the church on top of it. You sat alone on the sand, the wind in your loose and messy hair as the air began to grow colder. You could see a few boats in the distance, and you hoped that some day, you’d be on one of them, off to see the world.

You weren’t necessarily trapped or anything, but it would greatly impact your mom if you did leave her, so for her sake you stayed and helped run the hotel with her. You could see the last passenger boat of the night dock, and let off a few people. You could only make out four men from here, and they were dressed pretty flashy… At least, flashy for a little island in Greece. With a frown, you turned your focus back to the deep blue ocean in front of you, with little sunlight available now. You felt yourself smile as you closed your eyes, letting the water mist you a little bit. You grabbed your bag as you headed up toward the hills to the trees. There was occasionally a few animals here, especially in the mornings, but right now it was empty… Except for the beautiful glow of the fireflies around you. You picked a few of your favorite flowers, accompanied by a few fruits. You had a vase in your bedroom that you constantly filled with flowers you picked yourself. You twirled in your skirt, letting out a little laugh as you watched the fireflies lightly buzz around you.

Meanwhile, across the shore, Roger Taylor was tapping his foot impatiently on dolphin tile of a run down looking hotel. But who was he kidding? This whole town on this small island kind of looked run down… He didn’t even want to be here, if he was perfectly honest. Freddie had suggested it so that they maybe get inspiration for the next album, as if that was going to come from a sad little unknown island in Greece. The boat ride alone over to the island was pure hell, he didn’t want to spend anymore time here.

Brian was standing next to him, talking to Deaky about what they could do on the island. When Roger heard Brian murmur something about going on a row, he let out a loud scoff, and turned to the two boys. “There’s no way in hell you’re getting me on another one of those boats.” He said to Brian.

Deaky let out a  sigh. “Look, I know you don’t want to be here, but we’re doing this to take some time away from everything. I think it’ll be good for us. It’s practically paradise.” Deaky said with a soft smile, and Roger only rolled his eyes.

Before anything else could be said, Freddie came out of the building onto the patio, a satisfied smile rested on his face. He held up two keys. “Two of us will have to share rooms, but I think this hotel is quite cute, wouldn’t you say?” He said, turning around and admiring the hotel. Freddie noticed Roger’s annoyed face and smirked. “Come on Rog, it’s a band retreat, enjoy it a little!” He exclaimed.

Roger shook his head. “Freddie, there’s absolutely nothing to do on this island, it’s just a waste of time.”

Freddie, still smirking, rolled his eyes. “Oh please, it’ll be amazing. You can hit up all the Greek girls you want, find an Aphrodite even.” Freddie said, turning on his heel and heading inside.

Deaky and Brian grabbed their bags and headed inside the hotel too, leaving Roger standing outside under the dim patio light by himself. With an annoyed sighed, he grabbed his bags and followed behind them.

The room itself wasn’t so bad. It had two twin beds, nothing exciting. Roger still wasn’t impressed though, and didn’t bother to meet the woman at the front desk. He was sharing his room with Brian, while Deaky was with Freddie. Eventually, they all settled in their rooms.

You came back into the hotel later than your mom liked, but you were a grown woman and there wasn’t anything she could really do to stop you. She gave you a look of ‘you know better,’ and you hung your head in shame as you entered her view. You set the bag down on the counter of the hotel, the fruits nearly rolling out. She sighed. “Four more boys checked in tonight. You’ll have to check on them in the morning, see if they need anything.” She said in a stern voice.

You hated checking in on people, it was so weird and uncomfortable… But it was the polite thing to do in a hotel this small. You opened your mouth to argue but instead closed it, swiftly picked up your bag and headed up to your bedroom. As you placed the bag on your desk, you pulled the flowers out and placed them in your metal vase. You smoothed out your orange skirt as you looked in the mirror. You hair was a mess, and there was still sand beneath your fingernails. You headed toward your balcony, pushing the doors wide open. You looked out to the ocean, watching a boat head away from the island. You furrowed your brows as you watched it sail away, wishing that you were on the boat, off to see the world.

You closed your eyes and started humming, but it quickly grew into a soft little song. That was another thing about you; You were so musical, and always immersed yourself deep into your songs. “I have a dream… A song to sing.” You hummed out softly, opening your eyes as watched the ocean. “To help me cope, with anything… If you see the wonder of a fairy tale, you can take the future even if you fail.” You smiled as you sang.

The doors to the balcony of the room right below you were wide open, the wind blowing into the room. Roger was sitting on his bed, reading one of his favorite books, On the Road, when he heard something. It was a soft and angelic voice. He put his book down and sat up, furrowing his brows as he tried to figure out where the voice was coming from. It was just him in the room, as Brian was taking a shower. Once Roger stepped on the balcony, he was able to hear it clearer. “I believe in angels, something good in everything I see.”

Roger realized it was coming from a room nearby him, and it took him a few seconds to realize it was coming from the balcony directly above him. It was obviously a girl voice, soft and quiet, yet one of the prettiest voices he’s heard. It was calming, and normally he’d try to chase the voice down but he found it relaxing. He didn’t want to ruin to his moment. “I believe in angels, when I know the time is right for me I’ll cross the stream… I have a dream.” The voice softly sang before quietting down for the night. Roger stood on the balcony, hoping the unnamed voice would return.

Roger would’ve waited longer if weren’t for Brian’s “What’re you doing?” Brian frowned. Roger turned around and scratched the back of his neck.

“Just looking at the stars, they’re a lot more clear here.” And Roger frowned. “Maybe I need to give this play a chance…” He muttered to himself.

“What was that?” Brian asked, a frown on his face.

“Nothing.” Roger said. “We should get to bed, it’s late and it took some time to travel here.” And with that, the night was drawing to a close, finally.

The next morning, you woke up remembering it was your day off. You practically jumped out of bed, filled with excitement about what today might hold, especially since Amanda was coming over. After you had taken a shower, you put on a denim bralette with floral patterned yellow pants. Unlike yesterday’s low pony, you let your hair hang loose and wavy. You tied it together with a silver locket around your neck and sandals as always. Today was hotter than usual, so you made sure to dress breezy. You headed down to the hotel lobby to find it packed with quite a few people. A few more people were checking while a few were checking out.

You tried to weave between people when you slammed head-on right into someone else. You almost fell but the person grabbed you by your waist, saving you from falling. You looked up to see a man with blonde hair, and these amazing blue eyes. His arm slipped away as he steadied you. Your breath was taken away by the encounter, and you were more embarrassed than anything. The blonde man gave you a grin as you felt a blush creep up on your cheeks. He gave you the most charming smile, and you could feel your heart start to race.

Roger opened his mouth to introduce himself to this pretty girl who quite literally fell for him, but before he could say anything you softly said, “I’m sorry.” and hurriedly weaved your way through the crowd, away from him.

Once you were outside, you took a deep breath, calming yourself down from that sort of awkward, sort of hot, encounter you just had. Not too often did guys your age come around to the island, let alone stay at your hotel… You began to bite your lip as you leaned on the stone wall, looking out to deep blue ocean. You felt your heartbeat start to slow down as you looked out to the ocean. You jumped as you felt a tap on your shoulder, bringing you out of your thoughts. You turned around to find Amanda.

“Oh God Amanda you scared me… You’ll never believe the most awkward situation I was just in.” You sighed.

Amanda grinned as your face turned a shade of pink. You shook your head as you headed up a hill, away from the patio of the hotel and deeper into the trees now as you got further away from the city. Alyssa trailed behind you. “Okay, you’re really fast.” She huffed. “You can’t leave me hanging like that Y/N, what do you mean ‘awkward situation’?”

You buried your face in your hands, recounting the memory. “Oh God it was really awful… The lobby was packed and I tried to get through and ended up running right into someone… I would’ve fallen if he hadn’t caught me. Amanda, you had to have seen him, he had the most angelic eyes.” You sighed. “I was so embarrassed. I think he was going to talk to me but I ran away.”

Amanda laughed behind you. “Oh Y/N you moron, why did you run?” She shook her head jokingly and you rolled your eyes as you pushed some branches out of the way to clear a path. You finally got to your one place of serenity; your secret little cottage. It wasn’t pretty to look at; the windows were broken, the paint chipping, nails sticking out of the floor, the door barely hanging on… But you loved it. You loved this worn down, barely standing, and potentially hazardous little cottage because nobody else knew about it. Amanda and you would always come here to escape, to share your little talks and laughs. It was your favorite place to be. You had even tried to decorate it a little bit with an old rug and old vase that you filled with the same flowers you picked yesterday.

You and Amanda sat on the rug, peeling a few oranges that you had also gathered yesterday. She spoke as she did so. “So, Bill told me that when he pulled up to the dock he swears he saw Queen…”

You narrowed your eyes as you tried to remember, recall who or what Queen was. Amanda frowned as she noticed you thinking. “Y/N… The band?”

“Oh yeah, I think I have a few of their records!” You shouted in recognition now. You hadn’t a clue what any of them looked like, though. You frowned. “What would they be doing here?”

Amanda thought, and then shrugged. “I’m not really sure. Anyway, are you going to perform at Nefeli’s tonight? You know they love you.” She said, laying down next to you.

“Yeah, I mean I have fun singing but tonight… Tonight is going to be special.” You said, giving her a soft smile. You laid down next to Amanda. “Why is it so hot today? I can hardly the stand the heat.” You sighed.

“I know!” Amanda said, shooting up. She held her hand out to you. “Let’s go out on the water, it’s bound to cool you off!”

***

Across the island, Roger was at the beach with the boys. Freddie and Deaky were making a sand castle, while Brian was looking at the tide pools. Roger looked across the ocean and sighed. He couldn’t stop thinking about the girl from last night… The voice… It was just so… “No! No seaweed barrier, this is a lavish sand castle and seaweed is disgusting!” Freddie sneered at Deaky, bringing Roger out of his thoughts. Deaky frowned. Freddie reached into his pocket and placed a sand dollar at the top of the castle. “Perfect.” Deaky’s only response was an eye roll, but he couldn’t help but smile.

Roger walked over to Deaky and Freddie, who were now over the sand castle and had moved onto watching the ocean while sitting in the sand. It was a big shift in the mood. There was a sailboat out on the ocean, and Freddie’s face lit up. “We should all get on a sailboat.”

Roger groaned. “I can’t stand boats, please no.” He sighed. But it was too late, and there was no changing Freddie’s mind.

***

You seemed to be the only one rowing, and you were getting annoyed. Why you agreed to go on the water with Amanda, you weren’t sure; you always did the rowing by yourself. “Amanda you have to row!” You huffed.

“I am rowing!” She shouted back.

“Hardly! I’m doing all the work.” You sighed. “Oh God, there’s another giant sailboat. Come on, we should move before they practically ram into us.” You laughed, easing the tension between you two. However, as the sailboat seemed to get closer to you, you and Amanda went back to bickering. The sailboat wasn’t very tall so it couldn’t do much damage to your rowboat, but it’d definitely jolt you. “Amanda, we’re heading straight for the sailboat, you have to row with me!” You said quickly, trying to get her to. It was getting closer now. “Amanda, fucking row with me!” You shouted. You sighed, and braced for impact. The whole boat shook, including the sailboat.

“Why were you yelling at me?” She shouted at you.

“Because you clearly weren’t rowing, you were just sitting there while I did all of the work!” You rolled your eyes.

“You did all of the work? Why I-” She started, before she placed her hands on your shoulders gave you a push, sending you backwards into the water, and a scream escaped your lips as you did so.

The cold water felt nice after being in the sun for so long. After a few seconds, you popped your head up out of the water. You came up behind the boat, and leaned on the back of it, causing Amanda to lose her footing and fall in as well. Amanda popped her head up to you and looked at you, causing you both to crack up laughing. “I hate you so much.” You laughed.

“Are you two alright?” A voice above you said, and you looked up to see a man with a dark hair.

“Yes, we’re fine! Sorry for hitting your sailboat.” You called out. Amanda’s mouth hung open, and you frowned at her reaction. Another face appeared next to him, but this time it was a man with blonde hair. It was the same guy from this morning. “Shit” you whispered.

The blonde man immediately recognized you. “It’s you from this morning!” He shouted down at you.

You let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah… Sorry about that…”

He gave you another one of his charming smiles. “It’s quite alright, love. You just took off before I could even get your name. I’m Roger.”

You returned a softer smile. “I’m Y/N.”

“Darlings, would you like to join us or something? Rowing seems… Hard.” The darker haired man called out below to you.

“Thank you for the invite, but we have a lot of laughs and it’s fine.” You climbed back into the row boat, your floral pants sticking to your legs. You helped Amanda up who remained speechless this entire time. “Well, it was night meeting you Roger and…” You frowned, realizing you hadn’t learned the other man’s name.

“Freddie.” He finished for you, giving you a smile.

You gave them a small wave before you started rowing away. Amanda had a puzzled look on her face, and you almost laughed. “Amanda, you haven’t been this quiet since Bill accidently lost your shoe in the water. What is it?”

“Y/N, that was literally Queen.” She said, a confused look on her face. “And… You ran into Roger this morning? Oh my God why didn’t you tell me!” She exclaimed.

You frowned. “I… did tell you.” You said, confused.

“So that means they’re staying at your hotel then? This is insane, I can’t believe Queen is staying at your hotel I have to get my polaroid and-” She was talking a mile a minute.

“Amanda, calm down… The sun’s starting to set, we should get back to shore. We can discuss Queen later and you can freak out then, for now, I don’t want to get stuck at sea.” You said, and she just nodded. This time, you two were able to suck it up and work together and return without any major problems. The sun was just about set, and you gave the horizon one last look before you headed up to the town.

It was busy tonight, and there was a lot of hustle and bustle between shops. When you finally got to the bar, it was nearly packed. Nefeli was behind the counter cleaning glasses as her son stood beside her helping making drinks. Nefeli’s other son, however, was standing on the stage, playing guitar badly with a few of his friends. He was singing too, and boy was it bad.

Nefeli’s eyes lit up as soon as she saw. “Oh thank God, I couldn’t take much more of his bumbling.” She laughed and her eyes crinkled. “Our amazing talented Y/N!” She exclaimed.

“Hey Nefeli! It’s so packed tonight!” You said looking around.

“They’re all here because of you!” She said proudly, and Nefeli always made you feel so good. She showered you in compliments.

You couldn’t help but grin, and Nefeli shuffled up to the stage. Her son gave her a disappointed look, but the audience just looked relieved. She spoke into the microphone, a proud smile on her face. “Now I know the reason you’re all here, and it surely wasn't’t for my son.” The joke earned a laughed from the audience, and even you found yourself laughing. “Please welcome to the stage, our one and only Y/N!” She said.

You made your way to the stage through the crowd as the audience clapped and cheered. You even had a few whistles. Your clothes were a little damp still, but your hair was completely dry and even messier now. It was a cute messy though; wavy and natural. Amanda followed behind you. “You got this Y/N! Be fast though so we can get to your hotel, I want to meet Queen!” She said eagerly, and you shot her a look.

Nerves had always and always will be a problem. The crowd was bigger than usual tonight, and you weren’t even wearing a stage outfit. The music softly played in the background, and you let the words escape your mouth. “I was cheated by you, and I think you know when…” The piano played softly in the background and you smiled, butterflies still in your stomach. The light was only on you know, and you couldn’t see any faces within the crowd. “So I’ve made up my mind, it must come to an end… Look at me now, will I ever learn, I don’t know how…” You took in a deep breath. “But I suddenly lose control, there’s a fire within my soul.” The beat started to pick up and you couldn’t help but grin.

People started to cheer as it picked up. “Just one look and I can hear a bell ring, One more look and I forgot everything, whoa.” You sang in the microphone, your nerves melting away as you immersed yourself in the song and the audience did the same.

“Mamma mia, Here I go again… My my, How can I resist ya?” You sang. You moved around the stage. You stood out against the painted flowers on the wall, and the crowd was really into the song. Everyone was dancing, even yourself. “Mamma Mia, does it show again… My my, just how much I missed you?”

Outside the bar, it just so happened that the boys were walking by. Freddie had been shopping for some clothes to wear out on the beach, when they walked by and heard a voice. Roger’s face lit up, because he instantly recognized the voice as the one from last night. The boys didn’t even noticed when he had slipped away into the bar. Roger wasn’t expecting the large crowd. He was trying to make his way to the stage to finally see where the voice was coming from. However, people kept blocking it the stage, and he could never get a good look at who was singing it.

“Mamma mia, now I really know.” The voice sang out. The song had a contagious tune, and Roger needed to know who was singing. With one final shove, he made his way to the left side of the stage.

You were slightly sweaty from all the moving around and singing, and you were tired honestly, but you’d never let it show. As the last lines approached you gave it all you got. “My my, I should not have let you go!” You tried to end with a cute pose, but instead only ended up with your feet getting caught up in some wires. You fell backwards, your arms shooting out in front of you, trying to grasp something to catch yourself. Instead of feeling the impact of the floor, you swiftly and perfectly fell into someone’s arms.

The person was holding you bridal style, and you were trying to process what was going on; your heart was still beating so fast. “Oh my gosh I’m so so sorry.” You said, and then you looked up to see who caught you, only to find a pair of blue, angelic eyes staring down at you. It was Roger.

“It’s you.” Roger said, looking down at you, before a grin spread across his face.

[zeroconnectionn]

alternate music video for Sucker by Jonas Brothers feat. jaime and brienne in fancy clothes chase-dancing each other through a museum. I’m keeping it under the cut because it’s super long (it’s just text... in bullet points again bc i can’t write unless it looks like lists... mayhaps there is a drawing at the end...)

so pretend this is one of those music videos with an obnoxiously long introductory scene where the music starts late in the video. We see doors being pushed open and Brienne storming out of it with tears in her eyes, Jaime following closely behind her, calling out to her. 

When he catches up, he starts apologizing for something that happened inside (he’s not at fault). Maybe they bumped into nasty Lannister relatives at the function or maybe the press was annoying them with questions about their relationship, either way it soured her mood and she just wants to go home.

(btw Jaime’s looking sharp in a fancy suit and Brienne is in a tailored dress that fits her perfectly because obvs Jaime got the measurements right!)

We see them walking briskly down the street, Brienne assuring him she’s fine (she’s not) and stops to hail a cab. Jaime doesn’t want the night to end yet, not like this at least, so he looks around to find a place they can be together a little longer, away from people. He spots a museum across the street and grins, tugging her arm and walking them there. Brienne groans and shakes her head all the way there. Jaime tells her ‘Trust me, it’ll be fun’. They approach the man at the counter who tells them they have 30 minutes before the museum closes. Jaime pays for the tickets, thanks the man, and ushers Brienne into the first exhibit. To their relief, they seem to be the only ones there.

Jaime starts cracking jokes at everything he sees, animatedly gesturing at things as an attempt to cheer her up and distract her. Brienne offers him an appreciative smile but stays mostly quiet and crosses her arms, distant and still feeling insecure from earlier events. Jaime sees this and sighs. He doesn’t want her to think that he’s uncomfortable with being seen in public with her, like he’s ashamed to call her his girlfriend. Like he doesn’t enjoy her company. He plots a way to save their night (and possibly their relationship).

At the second exhibit, he tells Brienne he has to go the men’s restroom but actually goes to see the man behind the counter for a favour. When he comes back, they walk around the exhibit in silence, examining things separately. Brienne sighs, a little frustrated and turns to him, "Can we please go now?". Jaime stays silent but holds a finger up, motioning her to wait. Brienne looks at him confused but before she can ask, pop music starts playing from the speakers. Jaime grins at her. And Oh, she Knows that look too well, he's planning something. Brienne watches him closely, one eyebrow raised.

Jaime, still grinning, walks a few paces away from her, then turns around and does a dramatic popping arm wave and passes it to her. He raises an eyebrow at her, encouraging her to accept the wave. Brienne scoffs at him, bewildered but secretly amused. She turns her back to him and walks away. For a second, Jaime’s worried he's pushing things too far tonight with the sudden dance, afraid she’ll leave. As his arm lowers, Brienne rolls her (BEAUTIFUL MUSCULAR BARE) shoulders and cracks her neck. A pause. And she tentatively extends her arm, bends it 90 degrees and does a robot wave, passing it back to him. Sucker starts playing, ‘We go together’. Jaime's face immediately lights up, captivated by her and her trust in him. Brienne looks at him embarrassed but determined, wanting to give this a try.

And they dance. Brienne totally does that Pick Up Gown/Skirt And Sway It Left And Right like Emma Stone did in La La Land. There are also disco moves, attempted hip hop moves, a little waltz here and there (Jaime leading and dipping her effortlessly, sometimes Brienne twirls him), looking at each other while doing the side shuffle from The Breakfast Club

When the chorus hits, ‘I'm a sucker for you, you say the word and I'll go anywhere blindly’, they’re running around exhibits, touching things they're not supposed to, Jaime twirling her, Brienne teasing him, Jaime chasing after her, Jaime doing the splits and failing (and Brienne laughing at him)

Everything is magical and playful, bokeh lights everywhere. In one of the hallways, they do the back and forth shimmy towards each other. In another exhibit, they sit on a bench and do something like the tap dance scene in La La Land

Also like.. the best thing about brienne's dance moves is that it's based off her longsword training. The way she spins her body and arms? Her wrist and feet? She's channeling her training, but it’s a little different from Arya’s water dancing. Brienne’s movements are more masculine and powerful but it makes her feel so good because it's what she's familiar with. And Jaime loves it, heart eyes and admiration 24/7. But Brienne also dares to step out of her comfort zone and try more feminine movements, because she Wants to and Jaime + empty museum is giving her a safe space to explore that side of her. "And you're making typical me break my typical rules" <3

For our viewing pleasure (lmao), their movements start having more finesse and we watch as they transform into skilled contemporary dancers. We see Brienne grabbing his tie and pulling him towards her, pressing her palms onto his chest to push him away, Jaime’s hands running down her sides before she slips out of his hold, Jaime picking her up and pressing her close against him, LOTS of almost-kisses, and the finale... Jaime on his knees crawling towards Brienne as she grips his tie tightly in one hand and a high heel on his shoulder WITH LEG PEEKING THROUGH THE DRESS AAA 

This dance is totally trying to parallel their fight in the books.... it’s just.... sex guys....

Eventually, they stumble into the lobby and Jaime is tryna steal a kiss but the song abruptly stops. We see a security guard staring at them with a flashlight. He tells them the museum closed 10 minutes ago and they need to go now. Brienne and Jaime awkwardly apologize and leave in silence, Brienne covering her face in embarrassment... but once they're outside, they burst out laughing uncontrollably, sides hurting. Jaime wipes a tear from his eye and fishes out his phone to book them an Uber. We see Brienne touch his wrist and shake her head, "I have a better idea”. She smirks and juts her chin towards a building down the street. Jaime gives her his famous s7 “fuck loyalty?” confused look

In the next scene, the song continues with the chorus “I’m a sucker for you” but this time they're in some downtown club, wearing the same clothes, pressed closely to one another, beaming and bopping to the music. Time seemingly slows down, we see Brienne and Jaime doing shots and letting loose, having so much fun on the dance floor. And even though it’s packed, their eyes are only on each other.

As the music fades out, the scene transitions to the next morning, we see Brienne drooling and sleeping naked under the covers, hair disheveled, their clothes scattered on the floor. Jaime, equally disheveled, rises up quietly and presses a kiss to her temple. He walks to the kitchen to make them coffee and as he’s waiting for the water to boil, we hear a shit ton of notification sounds from his phone. He unlocks it and it's from.... everyone. He opens his chat with Tyrion first. "Had fun last night??? Father is gonna be so pissed. Proud of you two". Confused, Jaime scrolls down and opens a link Tyrion shared. It's an article about him and Brienne's night at the club from the night before. The title is something like "Lion of Lannister parties hard with Mysterious Tarth Girl". Whoever wrote it (in my head it was Ellaria Sand hehe) said very interesting but glowing things about Brienne, which amuses him. He’s not at all surprised by how fast the media works by now but he’s grateful for the pleasant change in the way the media is reporting their relationship today. 

He scrolls through the gallery of pictures attached to the article and stops at a somewhat blurry but candid picture of Brienne, looking confident and free. He stares at the picture for a solid minute, drinking in every detail. Her arms thrown up, legs bent, eyes wild, toothy smile. Brienne living in the moment. Brienne being herself. Brienne happy. Jaime doesn’t think twice before saving that picture and making it his lock screen picture. As he switches back to the messaging app to reply Tyrion, there's a loud crash and scream coming from the bedroom. "They said WHAT about me!?" Jaime shakes his head as he laughs, pours them both a mug of coffee and walks off screen with their mugs. The music video ends.

I have no life so I also drew this!!!!!!!!!

Also for whatever reason, I couldn’t stop thinking about music related AU’s like:

Music and Lyrics AU: Jaime, the former 80′s pop music heartthrob and Brienne, his neighbour who’s looking for more jobs to pay her rent. Imagine them writing and singing Way Back Into love again

Pitch Perfect AU: Brienne, the new Barden Bellas recruit and Jaime, the leader of the Treblemakers. Everyone knows they’re in love except them.

The Office’s Jim & Pam Wedding March but it’s Jaime and Brienne and Sansa + Tyrion (together or not together, up to you) planning it

Lip Sync Battle. Who wins? What are the two songs they perform? How extra were they?

[shewolfofficial]

Hi! Could you possible write a cute and fluffy 80's/grunge levi x reader? I don't mind what happens, maybe with music? I'll leave it to your imagination. Thank youuuu!!!

A/N: Yeah so I don’t have a clue what an 80′s grunge is lol I think it’s like a punk/ rock thing? I don’t have a clue xD I didn’t know where I was going with this plot lmao

Warning: Cursing

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Your neighbor was holding a house party and of course, you were invited. You weren’t really the type of party animal you would rather read or just drawing but you decided to go to the party since your neighbor was also your best friend, Hanji Zoe. 

You had known Hanji since you were both children, she was crazy about nature and history. She even made up fantasy monsters called ‘Titans’ that were supposed to be huge naked people that would eat humans. Of course you thought Hanji’s mad ideas and her imagination was wild but you couldn’t help but love your neighbor. She was like a sister to you, same goes for her when it came to you.

And here you were now, standing in front of your mirror wearing a little dress while fixing your H/C hair smiling to yourself happy with the way your outfit turned out. You looked out your window seeing your back garden and some of Hanji’s, people crowded the grassy garden, music thumping loudly while people danced, chatted and made out in secluded areas. 

You got your bag and headed out of your house, following the small pathway and arriving at Hanji’s house in a few seconds. People were standing at the front of her house smoking, drinking and chatting making you quickly avert your eyes towards the stone pathway leading to her doorway and porch. As you walked passed various groups you felt eyes on you with every step you took as you arrived inside. 

The first thing you see is Hanji drunkenly dancing with a taller male, his eyebrows somewhat like caterpillars? You shrugged it off as the loud music threatened to destroy your eardrums. You gulped before making your way into the kitchen, seeing the little island in the center of it filled with different drinks. You smiled and arrived getting yourself a glass of F/D ( favorite drink ) as you stood to the outskirts of the kitchen since nobody really was in the area except for people who would refill their cups and then leave again.

You pulled out a stool and began to drink quietly humming to yourself along with the song that was booming in the living area. ‘No way am I leaving this place… I don’t even know half of these people bloody lord Hanji why did you make me come..’ you mentally groaned. Speak of the devil, Hanji walked into the kitchen followed by the man she was with before and a shorter raven-haired which looked extremely bored. ‘’Oh Y/N you arrived! Why are you out here by yourself~?’’ Hanji slurred appearing at your side while the two men stood at the counter re-filling their drinks. 

‘‘I literally don’t know anyone here apart from you Hanji’‘ you whined looking at your watch before meeting her hazel eyes. You saw a grin paint across her mouth making your eyebrows furrow at her before she turned around ‘‘Levi! Why don’t you introduce yourself! This is the lovely lady I was telling you about!’‘ Hanji giggled playfully as she rested a gentle hand on your shoulder, the other occupying a bottle of beer.

The raven-haired man was wearing, black jeans, a little chain hanging down from his belt hooping back up around him, he wore a white shirt with a black leather jacket along with black n’ white shoes. His steel grey eyes watching you while a lit cigarette hung loosely from his mouth.

 The short raven-haired male looked over to Hanji before rolling his eyes and returned to refilling his drink, of course Hanji didn’t stop ‘‘awe Levi! She’s all lonely! And don’t think I forgot about you saying you wanted to meet her that one time!’‘ Hanji pressed. The man known as Levi grunted before making his way over, leaving the taller blonde to lean against the counter attempting to sing along with the music.

Levi took out the cigarette that was placed between his lips and squished it in the cigarette tray before averting his cold gaze back to you, raising an eyebrow. ‘’The names Levi Ackerman’’ he started, you sat up on your stool smiling to him ‘’mine’s Y/N L/N nice to meet you!’’ you chirped happily. Levi shrugged, taking out a packet of cigarettes that was on the inside of his leather jacket he raised his eyebrow while slightly moving the pack towards you as if to silently ask if you wanted one. ‘’O-oh nonono thanks I don’t smoke’’ you apologized watching the male flick a lighter to life as he placed the cigarette between his thin lips mumbling ‘’whatever’’.

‘‘You two seem to be alright to be left alone hm~!’‘ Hanji suddenly said you had completely forgotten she was there. Hanji patted your shoulder walking away giving you a wink. You took a sip from your drink looking to Levi who was leaning against a counter next to you watching everyone dance like crazy people.

// Time Skip \

You sat on the sofa next to Levi who was drinking from a bottle hunched forward, completely drunk you abruptly stood up smiling like a dork before kneeling in front of Levi, he watched your drunken movements as you knelt in front of him. ‘’Oi what are you fucking doing?’’ he said coldly making you giggle ‘’come dance Levi~’’ you purred taking his free hand, the male frowned ‘’no sit back down you little shit’’ Levi sighed. You rolled your eyes before getting hold of the collar of his leather jacket, pulling the raven-haired forward and slamming your lips to his. 

Levi’s eyes widened before he melted into the kiss, grazing his thin lips over your soft ones as he dragged you up onto his lap wrapping his arms around you.

You didn’t know you had been sitting on his lap kissing the male until you heard Hanji squealing from somewhere in the living room. You removed your lips from Levi’s to look around for Hanji as Levi rested his head against your chest listening to your heartbeat watching you look for your friend.

[kuchee1]

meet me in the middle

2k / stan/kyle fluff / on ao3 🌲

summary: A pleasant evening, a terrible choice of snack, and some enlightening conversation.

(OR I was so ill that I felt sappy enough to write a got dang marriage proposal lmao)

The wind whips sharp around Kyle’s head as he walks down towards the edge of the water. It feels like his ears are going to fall off. He probably should have brought his hat, and he can definitely (well, almost) see the logic in the mop of hair he used to have as a kid; in its protective qualities, at least. It’s March, but years of living in the city has dulled his intuition a little about how cold it can be in the ass end of nowhere, namely South Park. Stan is probably feeling the same next to him, his steps a little too bouncy from the chill.

Kyle had asked him to come down here, take a break away from both their families. Not that he doesn’t want to be spending time at home (he does miss his parents and especially Ike, when he’s in Denver) but there’s been something very Stan-related on his mind lately - for a long time now - that he needs to get out.

There’s really no reason to be out by Stark’s Pond in the evening except out of some sense of childhood nostalgia, which is usually Stan’s forte, not his. Well, that's kind of why Kyle wanted to come here. He wants to do this somewhere that the sentimental part of Stan will see the value in. The right setting will do half the work for Kyle - something he really needs, considering how bad he is at this stuff.

He’s not gonna ask right now - of course not. But he wants to scope out where they stand. It’s been a while since the topic has come up, and Kyle has thought and over-thought every aspect of his feelings to a stupid point since then.

They’ve skirted around it enough. He needs Stan to know just how okay he’d be with it. Marriage, that is.

Stan runs ahead, and in a matter of moments he's skipping stones on the water. Kyle decides to stay back. He's not sure his hands are steady enough for that right now, despite how nonchalant he’s trying to feel. He automatically opens the bag of chips he's carrying to keep them busy. Cheesy poofs. Definitely not his first choice, but he didn't really get a choice. Ike’s been is back home, too, on spring break, and he devours the snack cabinet with admirable speed. Kyle can't keep up with that anymore. He probably shouldn't be eating crap right before his mom's dinner, anyway, but he rationalises it with the fact that he's on vacation.

So here they are, one of the few bearable places in the least bearable vacation spot. Kyle finds an empty patch of ground, brushing a few sharp stones away with his hands. It's completely dry, uncharacteristically, no rain or snow in sight for the few days that they’ve been here.

Stan comes and plops his ass down next to Kyle after a few minutes, raising his eyebrows at Kyle’s snack of choice. “That’s not really romantic, dude. You couldn’t have gotten, I don’t know, strawberries or something?”

Kyle laughs lightly. “Oh, we’re here to be romantic?”

Stan shrugs with a sheepish smile, shoving his hands into his pockets and drawing them taut. “I don’t know,” he says, sing-song. “The sun’s setting.”

It is.

Stan goes to stick a hand in the bag, but Kyle snatches it away, earning a flick against his temple.

Kyle ducks away. “Ow. Dude.” But Stan’s playfulness does ease the tension a little bit. He offers Stan the bag for real now, and they sit for a while, just munching and watching the colours bleed in the sky. Kyle digs the toes of his boots into the dirt.

He can do it. He can bring up the fucking topic. It’s conversation; it’s just conversation. (But it isn’t).

Stan bumps a shoulder gently against his. “Are you okay? You seem a little agitated.”

Kyle leans his head against Stan’s in reply, catches the scent of his hair and his cool skin. It makes him jittery right now, despite how the familiarity of it usually calms him. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

When Stan puts an arm warmly around his back, he decides to turn and look at him properly. “Actually, there is something I wanna talk about.”

“Yeah?”

“You know... what we said before… about, uh, getting married and stuff.”

What Stan knows, and what they’ve decided again and again in the course of long night-time conversations over the years, is this: they’re fine without it. It doesn’t have any bearing on the fact of their life together - this is the real deal, for both of them. How could it not be? They don’t need to get married (though Stan really wouldn’t mind it), because what’s the point of complicating something that’s worked so well for so long? When they know where they stand with each other anyway?

Or, that’s how Kyle thought he felt.

He continues, “I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately, because - well, I know how you feel about it.” He adds quickly, struck with a sudden apprehension, “Actually, wait - can you just remind me?”

Stan’s brows draw, a little puzzled, and his eyes are getting wider, but he rushes in as soon as Kyle says the words. He seems confused at having to state those feelings again, apparently so randomly. “How I feel? I’d want to. You know that I would.” Kyle eases instantly, feeling equally stupid and relieved.

Stan looks down at the ground, a small smile playing on his lips. He continues, looking at Kyle’s collar. “And I know you think that it’s super outdated or unnecessary or heterosexual or whatever -” He rolls his eyes with humor, but it’s betrayed by a tremor in his voice in his next words, and Kyle’s heart rushes because he knows that it’s not from the cold. “But I like the idea of being married. To you.”

Kyle’s aware that his heart has probably leapt into the fucking water.

Stan holds his gaze with earnest eyes.

He’s known that Stan has wanted to get married one day practically since they were twelve. Like a life goal or something. Rarely spoken, but it was obvious to anyone who knew Stan well. Definitely obvious to Kyle. He’d never doubted when they were kids that Stan would grow up and marry some girl and be the perfect husband, kids and dog and maybe even a picket fence. It’s just how Stan’s brain worked. Though he’d never admit it to anyone except Kyle, on account of it being, well, totally gay.

Truthfully, the idea back then had never made Kyle feel as jealous as he thought it would. It only created a certain distance - a mercifully stark sign that he wasn’t supposed to be with Stan, in the end; a reminder of reality that would help cut the cord of his longing for however many days. Because that was one thing Kyle just couldn’t imagine for himself. It was old-fashioned. He thought, as cleverly as any teenager did, that marriage was only designed to make people pop out babies while thinking about God.

And being older, still, it didn’t appeal. The nagging feeling in the back of his head told him that much: it wasn’t for people like him.

Well, he was too much of a realist, anyway.

He looks at Stan now. Thinks about how the span of the last four, five years could change his mind so completely.

He’s usually stubborn, he swears it.

Stan is still looking at him with conviction, and Kyle can hardly feel the pebbly ground under him, or the breeze around him. He looks at Stan’s expectant eyes, feels overcome with the admission in them: there’s something soft and something daring and something totally unguarded in him, in a way Kyle only wishes his own feelings could be. Stan is nervous, but he doesn’t let that get in the way.

Kyle could give him this.

He could let himself have it.

He starts, shakily, “I mean - I sort of know what you mean, now. I think I get it. It makes sense with where we are, and you really want to, right? And I guess it’s not like anything would really have to change, and, there’s tax breaks and all that, obviously.”

And, and, and. Kyle wishes he could slow down the rush of words coming out of his mouth, but the way Stan is looking at him now, head tilted and eyes widening again, is not helping. “You know what I’m trying to say, right? It’s a good idea? Fuck, dude, help me out here -”

At that, Stan exhales with a nervous laugh, and Kyle can do nothing but join him in relief. The pure joy in his face now is what’s enough to make Kyle stop in his tracks. He feels embarrassed at how he let his nerves run, words as superfluous as usual.

“Stan,” he says quietly now, pleading, because his brain jumped in too, for all the good it’s doing him now. “Am I making sense?”

Stan doesn’t reply, eyes still wide. Kyle dumbly offers him the bag of chips again.

Stan shakes out of it, digging the last cheesy poof out of the bag eagerly. He looks so fucking happy, staring at it like he’s forgotten what you’re supposed to do with food.  

Kyle’s head is full of the words when Stan clears his throat, takes them from him, and speaks them for him.

“So, do you wanna marry me?”

“I was gonna say that part! Dude!”

For half a second, Stan looks incredulous. Then he falls backward, laughing like crazy, barely managing not to hit the ground.

“Kyle! Seriously?! That’s your reply?”

But Kyle’s grinning like a madman when Stan comes back to him. They both are. Stan puts their faces close, hands resting around Kyle’s neck, the question still hovering in the air between them.

Kyle breathes in sharply. He can’t think of anything he wants more in the world. It feels like a punch in the gut.

Stan says again, softer, “Do you?”

The rush of affection flattens Kyle like a wave. He puts the bag down, opens and closes his mouth noiselessly before stammering, “Fuck, of course,” around the treacherous lump in his throat. He kisses Stan clumsily, finds his lips and his cheek and the corner of his jaw, over and over and over. Stan’s palms are clammier than he would have expected when they wind tighter around the back of his neck, and his cheeks feel hot cradled in Kyle’s trembling hands. Kyle blinks hard and fast.

He backs away, just to take in the sight. Stan looks elated, eyes sparkling. Kyle can’t remember the last time he saw an expression like that, if ever. He can’t imagine ever having felt a shred of doubt over whether this was a good idea.

He snorts, “Wait, you have something on your - sorry, that’s probably my fault -” and he’s giggling hard, and Stan is too, as he brushes cheesy poof dust off Stan’s cheekbone and the shoulder of his coat. “See, this is really romantic.”

Stan only pulls him in again. “I love you so much, dude,” he says, still half-giggling, and he drags the back of his hand over his eyes with a sniff before resting their foreheads together. Kyle wants to give him the whole world.

It’s getting dark. Kyle shivers, but it’s not an unwelcome feeling. The cold feels like a blanket of secrecy around the two of them now, bring him blissfully to Stan and away from the rest of the world. He says quietly, trying to keep his voice even, “You know, getting engaged wasn’t part of the plan today.”

Stan smiles. Kyle knows that he’s taken those words for their true meaning: a declaration, of the sheer, exhilarating weight of Kyle’s feeling.

[gymleadercheren]

Another good excerpt I forgot I wrote lmao... Orland trying to explain how his magic works:

“So… how does your magic work exactly?” Ari asked, watching Rosalina’s strings glow softly under Orland’s fingers. He looked up at her with a smile and drew his fingers over the lute’s strings once again, letting the tune peter out with a gentle chord.

“Well… I’d be lying if I told you that I knew all of Rosalina’s mysterious workings,” he said. “And of course, you know that I would rather drive a stake through my own beating heart before I would lie to a lovely princess like yourself—“

“Spare me,” Ari said, lowering her eyelids. “Just tell me how it works.”

“Well, as far as I know, Rosalina is in tune with the universe. The universe, as you are surely aware, was spoken into existence.”

“Uh… That doesn’t sound right,” said Ari, raising an eyebrow.

“Well it's true,” Orland continued, completely undeterred. “Words have power like you wouldn’t believe, my dear princess. And it’s because the universe is made up of them. And when you weave words, you create stories and poetry and beautiful and powerful and dangerous things. They tell you that sticks and stones can break your bones but words will never hurt you. It’s the biggest lie ever told. If nobody could speak or communicate through words, the world wouldn’t be quite so complex. There wouldn’t be nearly as much trouble, but there also wouldn’t be nearly so much beauty or entertainment or love or wonder.”

“That’s a nice sentiment, Orland, but I don’t see what this has to do with Rosalina or your magic. You’re rambling.”

“Ah, you see again the danger of words,” he said, holding up one of his little fingers. “When one comes, another inevitably follows, and before you know it you’re on a winding path far away from your original intended destination all woven out of words…”

“Orland. Your magic.”

“Right, right, right, I’m getting to that, darling. So the universe is reliant on words, yes? To draw in the power of the universe, all I have to do is craft the right words so that the universe sends forth its magic for me to bend to my will.”

“And where does Rosalina come in?” Ari asked, even more confused than before. She didn’t see at all how any of this connected.

“Music and words go hand in hand to create song, obviously,” Orland said, as if he were stating something incredibly obvious. Ari rather resented being talked down to as if she were a toddler just learning her alphabet. “So Rosalina prompts me to sing, create poetry, draw on the power of the universe and the words that hold it all together.”

“I’m going to be honest, Orland,” Ari said. “I don’t think you know anything about how your magic works and this is just an excuse for you to pretend that poetry is important and that your songs are more than just silly limericks.”

“Technically, limericks have a very strict structure, and I don’t believe I’ve performed one for you yet,” Orland said.

“Whatever.”

Orland smiled as if he won the argument, what little argument there actually was, and began to strum on his lute again. “Do you want to hear some of the ones I’ve written?” he asked, winking conspiratorially at her.

“What, limericks?” she asked.

“About our dear companions,” he said, strumming Rosalina again. “I’ve found that there is plenty of inspiration to be found among our little group thus far. It seemed that the universe has granted me three perfect muses.”

“Wait, you haven’t written one about me, have you?” Ari asked, completely disapproving. She really didn’t want to think about what kind of poems Orland would write about her. Probably full of ridiculous descriptions of beauty that would make her feel nothing short of completely embarrassed and awkward.

“Ah, the ones about you aren’t refined quite enough, yet,” Orland said. “But I assure you that as soon as I’ve crafted a final draft, you’ll be the first one to hear it.”

“Great. Can’t wait.”

“As it is, though, I know I have a few about Keni. Something about him just stirs the waters of my imagination like nothing else. Here’s one I wrote earlier today:”

Our foes all take heed and beware

As Keni’s foul stench fills the air

They all pull out their knives

And they take their own lives

Seeing death as far less to despair

He finished his limerick with a jaunty chord on his lute, and Ari found that she couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“If only,” she said. “It would certainly make this whole thing easier. Not very flattering though, is it? I thought you were supposed to be working on an epic ballad that makes us sound like true heroes?”

“Ah, these are just for fun,” Orland said, waving her off nonchalantly. “Do you want to hear the one I just wrote about Ona?”

“Yes,” Ari said, unable to conceal a grin. Orland wasted no time, and readied his lute again.

I hope you don’t think me spiteful

Because I find Ona simply delightful

But I think he must hide

Something dark deep inside

Why else would he call his pet “Frightful”?

[starswerealigned]

100, 97, 95, 90, 89, 82, 80, 71, 69, 40, 35, 34, 19, 13, 11, 10, 6, 3, 1... I’m sorry, I’m just curious, lmfao

whoa, i had a migraine trying to remember all those questions... but it's okay to be curious!

100. actually, neither! i do believe everything we do is for a reason, so i think its future will help me make who i am and grow up as a human

97. intj, aquarius and slytherin+ravenclaw

95. do lots of yoga, reading my books and studying hard

90. paris is all about love, yet complicated to live in. i think it's a metaphor what life is all about!

89. i am! they are definitely my best friends. today, i talked with them by facetime while my mom was baking cookies with my recipe and chatting about lots of stuff! yet, my family don't accept anything but perfection, so... yeah

82. i was, actually. i was considered intimidating by my peers yet adored by my elders! i used to balance by many jobs, constantly. internships, charity work, being at field hockey team and after-school clubs!

80. it's full grey, with white peonies! i can send a picture, if you want to

71. herbal teas, in general

69. scrabble, checkers, scotland yard, chess... i have a plenty of favourite board games, but those are the ones i play the most with my family and friends!

40. i have a ruby ring that my parents gave me after they found out i got in law university! ruby it's stone for law, so they gave me to remember me what i fought for after years of studying, writing, reading... (blair waldorf-ing lmao)

35. i do like it, actually. but not so much, i just find by my favourite pens, notebooks and stuff like this by my favourite brands lmfao but my sister LOVES it, so she helps me to suggest some brands!

34. i had a kitten stuffed animal called marie, it was all white, with a pink collar on it!

19. yes, i do! i write poetry, songs, vent LOTS, write questions and answering to them. i hardly ever draw on it, but sometimes it's just stars, flowers or cats

13. my mom asking me what's my cookies recipe and then facetiming with me, so i could teach her

11. it's a brazilian one, "joão do biscoito"! it's a brazilian politic with an ad singing a parody cover of "let it go" with frozen movie

10. often, i sleep on my sides... but i switch it, sometimes

6. yes!!! i'm planting tomato, basil, arugula and garlic - i know those aren't plants, but they have a phase of being a plant, so... lol

3. once i bookmarked with a highlighter, but i keep often with a bookmark itself

1. i don't eat cereal and/or i don't drink milk frenquently, but i do put it balanced someway

WHOA THIS WAS A ROLLERCOASTER

thanks, stay safe! ♡

[kuroakikitsune]

Taemin’s Move album first impressions

First listen in:

Flame of love [kor ver]- same good song but in korean

Back to you- sounds sad but sweet

Stone Heart- already growing on me, I feel like this song is going to be one of my favs on this album

Thirsty- Different, but kinda cool? ‘you make me thirsty’ could be interpreted in so many ways  (Taemin is really really thirst apparently, lmao)

Rise (icarus)- More Taem vocals (not complaining though) - the slower songs/ballads usually take me longer to like.

Heart Stop- From the first few seconds in, I like the feeling. Sounds like something that could’ve been on the 1 of 1 album. (I actually thought that this would be my least favourite, I guess I was wrong)

Crazy 4 U- the whole album has a sort of dream-like (dark/gloomy trance?) feeling to it. this song especially.

Love- this song has a bit that sounds familiar? Like something I used to listen to in 2008. It feels nostalgic, but I can’t for the life of me remember what the song is/was.

MOVE- Not what I was expecting, but I was pleasantly surprised. As soon as Taemin started singing I got goosebumps.

Overall- It’s a pretty cool album, and some of the songs are growing on me, from only the first listen. I honestly thought that these would be more ‘dancy’ and less focused on vocals, I guess Taemin wanted to show off his beautiful voice. This feels like good music to listen to late at night while drawing or just relaxing.

[nalufever]

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Tag game

Answer 30 questions + tag 20 people you’d like to know better Thanks!  @eliz1369 (I meant to do this sooner) Nicknames: Grump, Eav, Ev, Eve, Evie, Eavie, Claws, Evil-lyn

Star sign: I'm a typical Scorpio, emotional and passionate ;)

Gender: Female MBTI type: Hell if I know.  ISFJ (59/1/9/6) according to the test I took.  I think I did it once before and I vaguely remember the same sort of outcome. Height: 5'4" Time: right now, 1:28 am ~ I'm on an afternoon shift for work, so I have time - not sleepy at all! Birthday: November 17th ~

Favorite bands: Lots of stuff - Adele, Tragically Hip, The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, Madonna, and a tonne of anime music. ^^  Song stuck in my head: Whatever I'm listening to at the moment usually - but sometimes it's Cher singing about turning back time - and sometimes it's 'The Lion Sleeps Tonight - or even Sinatra, 'Fly Me to the Moon' - and on occasion it's the Smurf song, of which I know ALL the words.  ;P   Last movie I watched:  At the theatre?  Wonder Woman !!! Awesome! Other blogs:  FFNET, Deviant Art, and AO3 accounts ~ 'DancesWithSeatbelts' & twitter as 'nalufever' When I created my blog: Um, gonna just guess around 4 years? What I post about:  Fairy Tail - Nalu, fan fics, art,  & any other anime/manga that catches my interest - and social justice items of my choosing Last thing I googled: 'personality test' Following: 379 fine blogs Followers: 944  ~   I don't understand why, but thank you!~

Favorite color: The cool, peaceful, dark, green of a forest at dusk. Average hours of sleep: never enough? IDK 7? Lucky number: As soon as I win the lottery, I'll let you know what my winning number was ~  lol Instruments: none - I tried the flute, violin, clarinet I was unable to learn to read sheet music, decided to just enjoy singing. What I’m wearing: A sleep shirt  ~ and lovely warm socks ^^ How many blankets I sleep with: A comforter and a blue fuzzy blanket that's nearing the end of it's days.  Dream job: ..Well, I'd love to be paid to read - failing that, pay me to watch anime?  Draw?  Write? Pay me to travel!!  lmao  I might have misunderstood the question.  *grin* Dream trip: teeheehee ~ Japan. (all expenses paid ofc, a long luxurious exploring trip - and since it's my dream, make me fully literate with impeccable pronunciation) Favorite food: My weakness is popcorn. Specifically - kettle corn. Nationality: Canadian

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