#i love moon song so much

[fiveredlights]

wild card for one that hasn’t been requested but you wanna do or any idea you wanna share!!

going to do moon song because it is definitely in contention for my favourite fic child and the landoscar spin off because it is hitting another level of craziness

moon song

(nina is max's new wife, this takes place at their wedding.)

“Were you and Max…God, I really hate to ask—especially right now, but I don’t think I’ll get another chance—were you two ever more than just friends?”

“I don’t think you should hear this from me Nina.”

“Please. You and I both know he won’t.”

“Fuck,” he laughs humourlessly, blowing air out of his lips. He's glad they’re outside in the dark, so Nina doesn’t have to see all the horrible faces he’ll make. “Yeah. We were.”

He pretends not to hear her inhale sharply.

landoscar spinoff

oscarateone

nicole piastri found shaking her head in disappointment somewhere in melbourne after finding out her son proposed by saying “catch”

#nicole probably: i raised you better than this #what happened to just getting down on one knee like a normal person #granted these f1 drivers aren’t normal #which driver gave him the idea to say catch

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[teardropsonsmyguitar]

“you asked to walked me home, but I had to carry you” is so real because when you love someone so much sometimes it’s easy to become comfortable in coming second place, having to always put the other person first out of what feels like love. It’s easy to get confused. It’s easy to feel like you would rather die for someone else, when you’re that in love…and something about that is so heart wrenching and beautiful and absolutely insane. Also, “you’re holding me like water in your hands” is so tragic that its just soooo

[saturnvs]

come a little bit closer hear what i have to say just like children sleepin' we could dream this night away but there's a full moon risin' let's go dancin' in the light

[maudiemoods]

Couldn't sleep until I doodled them argurhhgg

HAPPY BIRTHDAY?? ok I need to know why that's his first line after being rebooted?? Maybe I'm overthinking it?? Was he first booted at a birthday party? Is he just saying that? Is it Cassy's birthday? How can he tell if so? ALSO their innards are exposed AURGG!! we get to see some of their skeleton yayyyayy AND HIS VOICE!! first reaction was "hm :|" BUT!! NOW!!! it makes so much sense AURHHGG me thinks when they were recycled and used for the daycare instead of the theater, they were reprogrammed with a calmer voice hrbnrnnrn but they didn't like it?? Or wanted something unique to themselves so they changed it??? GRR!! IDK!! but the voice has sun's casual energy and moons soft low tone kinda? Maybe? Idk!!! But I really love them grr expect more art when my eyes aren't burning so much!! Good night!!!

[itslavenduh]

Jessie gets her license.

[nixthelapin]

Emotion (s5) doesn’t really make a lot of sense to me writing-wise. I think Felix’s plan and execution was weird, but… damn it was FUN. It makes so sense, but if I wasn’t vibing with it the whole episode.

Kagami accidentally insulting Lila (“you’re just a stone”)? Vibing.

A bizarre wealthy-person masquerade as a social commentary? Vibing.

Amelie yelling at Gabriel? Vibing.

“Adrien” and Kagami’s banter before their dance? Vibing.

Marinette dancing with “Adrien,” then immediately getting hostile when she learns he’s Felix? Vibing.

Felix having a Disney-villain style musical number in the streets as he Thanos-snaps everyone? Vibing.

Adrien blowing up at Felix? Vibing. (he’s earned that so bad)

Felix having a mental breakdown on a roof? Vibing.

Plot-wise, I have a few issues, but I can honestly say I am so happy to ignore them because I just had a BLAST watching it. Top-tier episode. 10/10. 5 stars.

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In summary:

[noinspoman]

different moons

[afewproblems]

50. "I need you to forgive me."

You know why...

But please!!!

I know this took forever so I hope you will forgive me! (Also when I originally received this ask I had just posted part one and mentioned in the tags that prompt 50 could be a good 'fix-it' prompt for a follow up, and well, here we are! Also when I received it, I laughed for a solid minute, like evil laughed so thank you @happymediummm )

Part Three of Prompt 53. 'I'm flirting with you!'

Part One, Part Two

It's on Friday that the cavalry arrives.

Dustin bangs on Eddie's bedroom door, with a mace by the sounds of it.

He's about to snark that Dustin doesn't play a class that uses martial weapons when he hears the kid yell--

"Eddie! You have five seconds before I come in there and get you myself, I got your uncle's permission and everything!"

Eddie groans and detaches himself from the bed  flipping the pillow he had been wallowing in away from himself.

He stomps towards the door and flings it open, leveling an unimpressed glare at Dustin who barrels past him into the bedroom.

Dustin crosses to the desk, his head on a swivel as he looks around the small space, Eddie scoffs as he steps towards Dustin, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"What the hell are you doing Henderson?" Eddie spits out as Dustin shrugs his hand off, he seems to spy what he's looking for as he crows a single, 'Aha,' and makes his way to the dresser.

"Seriously, Dustin, what are you doing here?"

"Saving you from yourself dude," Dustin scoffs as he takes a tape out of his pants pocket, the familiar writing on the label makes Eddie's stomach fall into his feet.

It's Steve's tape.

"No, nope, absolutely not," Eddie snaps. 

He reaches for the cassette in Dustin's hand, only for the little shit to spin away from him and toss the tape from his right to his left hand in a move that seems so much like the teen's babysitter that Eddie wants to scream.

Dustin manages to pop the tape into the player and hit play before Eddie can get close again.

A few notes of a bass guitar reach Eddie's ear and his hands drop from Dustin's shoulders as he perks up…he knows this song.

"What the fuck Henderson?" He breathes out with wide eyes that flick back and forth between him and the cassette player.

'Oh yeah!

Some people say my love cannot be true

Please believe me, my love, and i'll show you

I will give you those things you thought unreal

The sun, the moon, the stars all bear my seal--'

"You are being an idiot," Dustin says matter of factly, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he frowns at Eddie, "I don't exactly know what you said, but I think I got the gist out of Steve earlier today when Robin wasn't acting like a guard dog". 

His dark blue eyes scan Eddie as he shakes his head, "you thought it was a joke, do you know Steve?"

Eddie rolls his eyes before crossing to the cassette player and slapping the stop button. All at once the sounds of Black Sabbath halt, leaving the room in tense silence. 

"Look," Eddie snarls, "I've known people like Steve over the years, it's all the same bullshit--"

"Stop it!" Dustin snaps, he steps closer to Eddie and jabs a finger into his chest, "you don't know what the hell you're talking about!"

Dustin's cheeks are flushed with anger as he shakes his head again, "he's nothing like that Eddie, you're being an asshole!"

"What is all the yellin' about?" Wayne's voice trickles through the door, a hint of concern running through it as he leans against the frame, eyeing both Eddie and Dustin warily. 

"When I gave you permission to barge in here I don't remember agreeing to participate in a screamin' match son,” Wayne says, biting back a smile at the indignant expression on Dustin's face.

"Sorry Mr. Munson, but Eddie's being an idiot!" Dustin crosses his arms once more as he looks from Eddie to Wayne challengingly.

"That so?" Wayne laughs, "care to argue the charge," he directs at Eddie who rolls his eyes.

"It's nothing Wayne, Dustin is leaving now--" 

"Steve made that tape for you," Dustin yells, pointing at the cassette player, "and you threw it in his face!" 

"That true Ed?"

"It was a stupid joke," Eddie growls as Dustin throws his hands up in the air, "it doesn't mean anything". 

Wayne looks at Eddie for a long moment, his face unreadable.

"Steve Harrington?" He asks softly. 

Dustin nods nervously at Wayne before shooting another glare at Eddie.

"The one that came by your hospital room every day till you woke up Ed? The one they couldn't get to leave on the day you opened your eyes, that Steve Harrington?" 

"So?" Eddie huffs, wrapping his own arms around his chest tightly, incredibly aware of the two pairs of eyes trained on him.

 "Wayne, you told me I had to be careful of who I opened myself up to, I'm just following your advice!" 

Wayne sighs, lifting his hand to pinch into his eyes.

"You'd be lucky to have a friend like Steve," Dustin grumbles as he moves to the bed to sit down. He pulls up his legs up to his chest and glares at the back of Eddie's head.

"Kid, I think Ed and I need to have a conversation, alone," Wayne says quietly to Dustin.

Eddie watches in fascination as Dustin opens his mouth to argue, but after whatever silent conversation takes place between the teen and his uncle, Dustin merely huffs and slips off the bed. 

"Listen to the damn tape and get your head out of your ass," Dustin bites out as he passes Eddie, he levels one last impressive glare at the metal-head before leaving the room.

Wayne sighs as he makes his way over to the bed to sit, taking over Dustin's vacated spot.

"So, Harrington, huh?"

Eddie scowls and says nothing, leaning against the dresser. He winces as the sudden weight of his shoulder jostles everything, causing his loose D&D dice to fall off the edge and plink and plunk across the floor of his room.

The D4 will be a bitch to accidentally find with his feet later on, but Eddie ignores the mess and continues brooding against the dresser.

Wayne scratches his face, tapping an unsteady rhythm against his jean clad knee with his other hand, "okay," Wayne says gruffly from the bed as he shifts to stand. 

"I don't know what ya did or said, but it was enough to make that kid beg his way in here," Wayne huffs, hooking a thumb over his shoulder at the open door. 

Eddie shrugs, refusing to lift his gaze from the floor. He hears Wayne sigh and the shift of fabric as he steps closer. 

"You were so small," Wayne mutters suddenly. 

Eddie looks up in confusion, but Wayne isn't looking at him, his eyes are trained just over Eddie's shoulder.

"When you came home that day, all black and blue," he shrugs and scratches his face again, "I didn't know how to help ya, and you wouldn't explain". 

Eddie swallows roughly, horrified at the sudden brightness of his uncle's eyes. A man he has only seen cry twice since he's known him, the first time was at Eddie's mothers funeral, the other was the day Eddie woke up at the hospital all those months ago. 

"I don't think I could stand it if anything happened to you Ed," Wayne breathes out wetly now as he roughly scrubs at his face, "and you being in the hospital, you were suddenly that small kid again, standing on my porch all black and blue". 

Eddie feels his own eyes sting as his uncle turns slightly to wipe his face again, "What are you saying?"

"You weren't alone this time, Ed," Wayne says softly as he steps towards his nephew and grasps him gently by the shoulders, "you have so many more people looking out for you, hell --one of em' carried you home". 

"I think a person like that deserves at least a chance to know you, and to see what I see".

It's Eddie's turn to swipe at his misty eyes, "What's that?" He asks with an unconvincing cough to hide the wobble in his voice.

Wayne smiles, giving Eddie's shoulders a soft squeeze, "a damn good kid with a big heart, who I hope knows how to apologize when it's needed".

"But what if you're wrong?"

"Then I'm wrong, and we'll get through it," Wayne tugs Eddie towards him without warning into a tight hug and reaches behind Eddie to press play on the cassette player; the sound of guitar and drums begin again as Ozzy's voice fills the room. 

'Your love for me has just got to be real

Before you know the way I'm going to feel--'

"But for the record kid, I don't think I am".

***

Eddie listens to the tape. 

He listens to it again and again, both sides. Steve filled both sides with music for him…

He lays on his bed while it plays, staring a hole into the ceiling as the last few piano notes ring out before the tape stops, filling the room with silence.

The songs don't all go with one another and out of a dozen there's about eight he knows. The other four seem to be a mixture of songs he's heard Steve play in the beemer with the kids, or while dancing in his kitchen with Robin.

it's not an expert mix by any means, but Steve did manage to collect a decent amount of metal songs just for Eddie and even a one he's never heard before --since when did Scorpions write love songs? 

After hours alone in his room, sitting on his bed, listening to Steve's tape over and over again, there is one thing he can't deny.

Steve Harrington has feelings for him…had feelings for him, and Eddie ruined it. 

He wants to take the version of himself that pushed Steve away and shake him. 

Eddie winces as he pictures the devastated expression on Steve's face when he left. His normally bright hazel eyes and wide goofy grin were left pinched with hurt.

Eddie had done that, taken six months of tentative friendship, of lingering glances and soft teasing smiles -how had he missed those, and tossed this delicate thing away from himself like it was nothing. 

He looks over at the glowing green hands of the clock by his bed. It’s nearly midnight; Dustin left a few hours ago now and Wayne is now at work. 

Eddie breathes out a sigh through his nose as a sudden wave of determination flows through him.

He looks towards the far wall by the door, his Sweetheart hanging up on her hooks. 

Dustin had apparently insisted on grabbing it, doubling back on a severely sprained ankle while Nancy tore a verbal strip off his back for wasting time as an unconscious Eddie slowly continued to bleed out in Steve's arms.

Eddie shivers, it had been so strange to consider everything that happened, or what he was told happened during the gap in his memory. 

Steve had been the one to carry him out while Robin and Nancy helped compress the worst of his wounds with torn fabric and left over gauze from the patch job they had done for Steve.

He vaguely remembers a string of words, a whispered sentence that made no sense as Eddie drifted in and out of consciousness but now…

'You can't do this, come on Munson, open those stupid beautiful eyes of yours, who's going to yell at us about the corruption of youth in America huh? We need you man, I-I….'

Eddie had really been so fucking clueless. 

He gets up from the bed and crosses to the wall, taking the guitar off the hooks. 

At least now, he has a plan.

***

It was a shit plan.

Cutting down the road the kids had taken to calling Mirkwood and through the woods by Loch Nora seemed pretty sound in theory, giving Eddie the element of surprise and hiding him from any watchful neighborhood eyes. 

What he had not taken into account, however, was the pitch darkness, the unfamiliar maze of trees he now found himself in, and how fucking heavy his portable amp was going to be.

Perfect.

Eddie stumbles over a fallen log, nearly careening into the mulch and rotting leaves of the forest floor. The half moon above him, not nearly enough to light his path through the thicket.

At least this version of the woods feels alive, Eddie thinks to himself; the smell of damp dirt and the sound of frogs and crickets singing in the darkness is infinitely more appealing than the strange forest they had found themselves in a mere six months prior. And with the gates finally sealed, the most dangerous thing he could come across would probably be a rattler or a coyote. 

Eddie peers around at the thought, he's not quite sure he's entirely comfortable even running into those animals anytime soon…especially the snake.

Finally, after another ten minutes of walking, warm yellow light begins to sift through the trees ahead of him as he brushes away low branches from his field of vision. 

Eddie hikes up the guitar strap higher up his shoulder and steps fully into the light that illuminates the Harrington backyard lawn and pool.

Eddie scans the back of the house, flipping the mental map of the Harrington home around to visualize which window was most likely to be for Steve's bedroom.

He steps further into the yard, setting down the heavy amp onto the concrete patio before leaning down to grab a handful of wood chips from the shrubs next to the house.

Here goes nothing.

Eddie tosses one of the pieces of wood at the window above him. 

It barely connects with the windowsill before dropping back down onto the patio with a muted clack. 

Oh this is humiliating.

He tries again and again to hit Steve's window with the wood chips in his hand, each one completely misses the target. One bounces into the eavestrough, another careens off the siding and back into the pool behind Eddie. 

"Fuck this," Eddie growls, throwing the rest of the wood chips back into the shrubs as he snatches the cord for his amp and shoves the plug into the nearest outdoor outlet. 

He turns the volume down slightly, the plan won't work if the cops get called on him immediately. 

Eddie takes the guitar off his back and plucks a few notes, adjusting one of the tuning keys until the sound is just right.

"Here goes nothing, come on Stevie," Eddie whispers as he begins to play. 

"I hear the ticking' of the clock, I'm lying here the room's pitch dark," he sings softly, strumming out the cords, it's slightly harsher than the piano but sue him, Eddie only managed to play it once through by ear at home before he left the house.

This was Steve's last track on the tape, and Eddie's sure he put it there for a reason.

He listened to the song again and again, slowly picking up the cords as he did so. 

He could do this, he picked up Master of Puppets in just a few weeks, Eddie could handle Heart.

Eddie keeps going, his voice carries over the yard, growing in volume; so much so that he misses the patio door slowly slide open and the sound of a pair of feet padding onto the patio. 

"What are you doing here?" Steve's voice calls out to Eddie from the door, he jumps, nearly dropping the guitar. His hand jolts on the strings as Eddie attempts to keep his hold on the instrument, letting the guitar scream for him.

Steve stares at him as Eddie unplugs the amp cord and swings the guitar around his back once more with shaking hands, his thoughts spinning, trying to figure out how to start.

"I listened to the tape," Eddie says softly, Steve cocks his head slightly to better hear him, his face shuttering as the words register.  

Eddie's heart races as he watches Steve begin to turn towards the patio door once more, he needs to act fast.

"And I need you to forgive me," he blurts out, louder than he intends, but Steve does pause with his hands on the door handle.

"Why's that?" He says sharply, dropping his hand away from the door, turning to fully face Eddie once more.

Eddie chews his lip nervously as Steve's gaze hardens the longer they stand in silence, his arms come up to wrap around his chest tightly.

"I thought you were playing a prank," Eddie sighs, saying it aloud makes him want to deflate, to walk right into the pool and sink to the bottom. 

If the look Steve gives him is any indication, Steve would be more than happy to watch him go.

"That's a lot of effort to put into a fucking prank Munson," Steve bites out, there is no heat to the words though. He just sounds tired, resigned.

Shit.

"It wouldn't be the first time," Eddie mumbles, he reaches up to scrub his hand over his face, missing the way Steve's face softens ever so slightly and his arms drop from the way they seem to be holding him together. 

"But I'm not going to make excuses," Eddie takes a step closer to Steve, his heart threatening to break through his ribcage the closer he gets, "I'm sorry for how I reacted and for thinking you could do something like that".

"I know you aren't like that, you're honest, and kind," Eddie reaches out and takes the tape from his back pocket and gestures towards Steve with it, "and so fucking thoughtful it makes me ache to think I ruined everything". 

He puts the tape back in his pocket, Steve’s eyes watch him curiously now as he does, it fills him with wary hope, enough to keep talking. 

"So, I need you to forgive me Steve, because I hope you'll let me make it up to you sweetheart".

Steve's face tips down suddenly towards his socked feet and the cold concrete patio, making it impossible for Eddie to make out his expression. He holds his breath as the silence stretches between them.

"Robin was right, you can be such an asshole," Steve says quietly, Eddie's chest tightens painfully at the words.

Eddie nods once,doing everything in his power to keep his face neutral but the downward curl of his lip is unstoppable as he reaches down to pick up the amp.

"But," Steve says, taking a step away from the door behind him, "as someone who was an asshole for a long time," Steve says quietly, pressing the palm of his hand into his chest, "I think it would be pretty hypocritical to not let you make it up to me".

He's grinning now. It’s small, barely stretching across Steve's freckled face, but it's warm and just for Eddie. 

"What did you have in mind, Sweetheart?" 

Steve is quiet for a moment, his eyes dart over Eddie's face before he finally whispers, "can you finish the song Eds?" 

"I think that can be arranged, " Eddie hums with a bright grin of his own. 

He swings the guitar off his back again, quickly plugging it into the amp. 

Eddie looks up to find Steve smiling softly at him as he takes a seat on one of the pool loungers. He pulls his legs up to rest his arms on his knees, basking in his own private concert. 

As the first pink and orange rays of sunrise begin to bloom on the horizon behind him, slowly painting Steve's face gold, Eddie can't help the relief that flows through him. 

He looks down at the shy grin Steve gives him, his hazel eyes bright in the new day's light, and thinks, 'holy shit, I almost missed this'.

"You don't know how long I have wanted, to touch your lips and hold you tight," he picks up where he left off, his voice mixing with the slow rhythm of the guitar, “you don't know how long I have waited, and I was going to tell you tonight--”

Eddie watches, surprised as Steve swiftly gets up from the lounger and walks towards him, his expression determined.

"I think that's my line," Steve whispers as he leans in to cup Eddie's face in his hands and kisses him.

Eddie short-circuits.

The kiss is chaste, short, not much more than the brief press of warm chapped lips against Eddie's own, but the way Steve lets his hands move from Eddie's face to his hair and neck, holding him in place. The way Steve steps into Eddie's space so all he can taste, smell, and feel is Steve.

It’s exhilarating.  

Steve pulls back slightly before placing a second kiss on Eddie's lips, his eyes half lidded and a deep red flush staines his cheeks and ears a bright red. Steve looks much more debauched than necessary and Eddie suddenly wishes they weren't outside, that he could take Steve into the house and show him exactly how sorry he is. 

"I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait, did you learn all of them or just that one?" Steve asks, his voice slightly breathy, he still hasn't let go of Eddie or stepped away.

"Just that one," Eddie repeats dumbly, feeling the urge to walk into the pool again as Steve laughs.

Oh Eddie loves that laugh.

“You sure,” Steve asks again, his eyes crinkle at the sides as he smiles widely, “I thought maybe you could show me some of the other songs you know, inside?”

Either he’s dreaming or Steve is a mind reader because holy shit.

Eddie nods, unable to even form the words as Steve reaches for the amp and gently takes it out of his hands. Steve transfers the amp to his right hand and takes Eddie’s now empty hand with his left as he leads him towards the patio door.

Eddie watches, transfixed, as Steve looks back to shoot him another warm smile as they step over the threshold of the back door, and the words his uncle said earlier in the evening come back to him as Steve leads him towards the living room. 

‘I think a person like that deserves at least a chance to know you, and to see what I see’.

Eddie halts his movement, grabbing Steve’s hand firmly in his own, pulling him backwards until Steve turns, his eyebrows furrowed in wary confusion.

“Thank you, for giving me another chance,” Eddie says softly. He lets the hand holding Steve's own move to trail up and down his arm, eliciting a shiver from Steve. 

“I mean, you gave me one, you came back right?” Steve says softly. 

Eddie's heart twists at the words, he feels his face fall slightly at the thought that Steve could ever think he was somehow at fault for this, “I was an idiot, that wasn’t your fault at all sweetheart”.

Steve looks at him again, his eyes scanning Eddie’s own for what feels like ages, his expression unreadable. 

“Co’mere,” he murmurs eventually, letting go of Eddie to sit on the couch. He pats the cushion beside him, with the same soft smile from earlier, “play some music for me”.

There’s more to unpack here, more to talk about, other apologies to whisper in this beautiful man's ear. 

But for now, he swings his guitar in front of him and slowly walks over to Steve.

Steve asked for music, and who is Eddie not to oblige?

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(I hope I haven't forgotten anyone, thank you very much for following along with this little story everyone!)

[twelverriver]

sorry but the way river literally always haunts both the narrative and the doctor??? like. she turns up and she dies. we could say she's a ghost for the rest of the show even though we know she's very much alive for the rest of the show. the way the question of how to save river is something the doctor thinks about all the time. the entire episode of the name of the doctor with river's LITERAL GHOST HAUNTING HIM AND CLARA. the minisode "date night" where she says "oh doctor, you and your secrets, you'll be the death of me." and he's looking like he's mourning her all over again. it's twelve hiding a key of the tardis in the book "the time traveler's wife" for me. the way river appears again in the husbands of river song and we know that afterwards, she's headed to the library and dies and gets uploaded to the library as a data ghost. the episode that follows that is literally the return of doctor mysterio, where the loss of river is SO PRESENT??? and he's mourning her the entire and HAS been mourning her. nardole's speech!!! after that is season ten and he mentions her to bill (even if its a deleted scene it is REAL TO ME) and her diary is shown and a passage is read from it to convince the doctor of something and nardole shows up again as a "wife-approved companion" and twelve has a picture of her next to susans on his desk!! and bill asks if someone's really gone do pictures help !!! LIKE. I'm connecting the dots!!

[brenninthetaylorverse]

yeah that's cool but you know what's cooler?

you asked to walk me home, but I had to carry you. and you pushed me in, now my feet can't touch the bottom of you. you couldn't have, you couldn't have stuck your tongue down the throat of somebody who loves you more. so I will wait for the next time you want me, like a dog with a bird at your door. we hate "tears in heaven" but it's sad that his baby died. and we fought about john lennon until I cried. and then went to bed, upset. but now i'm dreaming and you're singing at my birthday and i've never seen you smiling so big. it's nautical themed and there's something I'm supposed to say but can't for the life of me remember what it is. and if I could give you the moon, I would give you the moon. you are sick, and you're married and you might be dying, but you're holding me like water in your hands. when you saw the dead little bird, you started crying. but you know the killer doesn't understand.

[jayvrontio]

When I’ll see him tonight…

I just wanted to draw the owl boy beacuse I love him too much. I hope Blitz and Stolas get back togheter beacuse I love them

[scarlett-ink]

“If you want all the power, you must carry all the BLAME!”

-Mutiny, Epic the Musical: The Thunder Saga

Artfight attack against @maudiemoods and their spectacular Beings Made of Stardust au (also go read the fics by @jackofallrabbits based on the au because they’re so good and I devour every new chapter)

[not-equippedforthis]

had a 'wait. i do digital art and own a printer' moment recently

[windydrawallday]

EVERYTHING COUNTS

There's no heavy plan or pretense on these that just-- Me wanting to try my hand on this pairing because I NEED TO POUR SUGAR ON EVERYTHING I LIKE, OKAY! (and make more SFW artworks of quality because I guess they give that irresistible vibe of being-- welp I better shut up it's not like I don't do that COFF). What I was saying? AH.

And I love a lot the idea of Swindle… swindling his way with Lockdown. I think he would be of the few mechs that can make him truly flustered, if their relationship were a physical contract for sure it would be constantly edited to suit their desires over and over and--. It's a fun dynamic of "this is strictly business, no strings attached" but the string is there… invisible like those fishing lines that you forget they are there until you trip with it and fall on your nose x'D.

Next one I'll post tomorrow, I'm doing it this way too to give myself more time to gather my energies: I've been on an emotional storm and I found my loyal "coping umbrella" has some holes… I'm probably overthinking… I want to take a looong walk after… the rain stops, it's been like that for a whole week!.

[maijunss]

The Moon Will Sing being Harry’s song

“Tell me once again

I could have been anyone, anyone else

Before you made the choice for me”

Voldemort deciding his fate because of the prophecy

“My feet knew the path

We walked in the dark, in the dark

I never gave a single thought to where it might lead”

Blindly trusting Dumbledore

“All those empty rooms”

House in Godric’s Hollow

“We could have been anywhere, anywhere else”

Could have lived in the wizarding world with his parents

“Instead, I made a bed with apathy”

Being forced to live with the Dursleys

“My heart knew the weight

Ten years worth of dust and neglect

We made our peace with weariness and let it be”

10 YEARS OF NEGLECT FROM THE DURSLEYS UNDER THE STAIRCASE ARE YOU KIDDING ME

“The moon will sing a song for me”

Meeting Remus 3rd year

“I loved you like the sun”

Remus seeing James and Lily in Harry

“Bore the shadows that you made”

Voldemort.

“With no light of my own”

Everyone in the wizarding world knowing his story before he did

“I shine only with the light you gave me

I shine only with the light you gave me”

“The Boy Who Lived.” “The Chosen One.”

“Name your courage now”

Courage literally being a trait of a Gryffindor

“We could have had anything, anything else”

He was robbed of making a name for himself because of the prophecy

“Instead, you hoarded all that's left of me”

Dumbledore. Need I say more? He kept everything from Harry and raised him as a lamb for slaughter

“Swallowin' your doubt”

Dumbledore ghosting Harry when he needed guidance the most in 5th year

“Like swords to the pit of my belly”

Dare I say the sword of Gryffindor?

“I want to feel the fire that you kept from me”

Harry’s anger towards Dumbledore in 5th and 6th year because of his absence and lack of guidance

“The moon will sing a song for me”

Meeting Remus 3rd year

“I loved you like the sun”

Remus seeing James and Lily in Harry

“Bore the shadows that you made”

Voldemort.

“With no light of my own”

Everyone in the wizarding world knowing his story before he did

“I shine only with the light you gave me

I shine only with the light you gave me

I shine only with the light you gave me

(I could have been anyone, anyone)”

^ The growl on this part specifically is so him

“I shine only with the light you gave me

(I could have been anyone, anyone)”

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Boygenius Rant Pt. 2 :)

You can't tell me that moon song and voyager aren't like corresponding to eachother. They literally are because "If I could give you the moon , I would give you the moon" and "You took it from me, but I would've given it to you"

Plus, Voyager was originally supposed to be on the punisher album, and Voyager is a spaceship, and the moon is in space, so they are both spacey, so why would it not be related.

Like those sentences kill me, and so does the entirety of each song. Voyager is a song I could listen to for weeks, and I'd never get bored of it because it's so peaceful.

I can't stop listening to it. Like no one ever talks about how good it is. Like the instrumentals, the backing vocals, the humming at the beginning, the singing, rhythm, rhyming, lyrics, imagery, how this song makes me feel safe and want to cry in a good way. This song is everything. It's definitely gonna be my top 3 probably top 1 spotify wrapped song. It helps me sleep, focus, distract me, and so much more. Like wdym this isn't one of their most popular songs? I'm glad it's not, though, because when you hear just one part of a great song over and over again on tiktok it makes you sick of it. I don't think that would happen even if it became viral because it's to good to be sick of it. I'm so glad this was release I love this so much.

Moon song is great too, but I prefer Voyager more than Moon Song because idk. Like I like the if I could give you the moon I would give you the moon part and some more other parts and instrumentals. But voyager Is everything to me. Like I love it I love listening it for days on end then finding other songs to enjoy then go back to listening to it again.

If you've never listened to voyager before, you have to. It might not be good to you but it could change everything and yeah.

I ALSO LOVE WE'RE IN LOVE BECAUSE ITS ALSO CALMING AND AHHHH. Like that's awesome I love it. Haven't listened to it as much though cuz I was stuck on voyager but when I listened to it AHHHHHHHH

Like the instrumentals the vocals don't get me started on Lucy's vocals, they are perfect. It sounds so comforting. The lyrics I love the lyrics and the flow and the everything. I love the perfect rhythm and rhyming. AND LIKE THE LINE THAT GOES "And if you don't remember , I will remind you of the hummingbirds" then "you know the ones" with "I know the ones in the background" like that is perfect and it kills me everytime. AND THE "I could go on and on and on, and I will go on and on and on until it all comes back." Like, wdym you wrote that perfectly, intrumentally perfect, vocally perfect, everything perfect. I don't know how I can listen to a good amount of their songs without getting bored.

REVOLUTION 0 IS AHHHHHHHH LIKE ITS PEACEFUL TOO WITH THE HUMMING AT THE BEGINIGN AND THE LYRIC FLOW AND THE LYRICS "I don't wanna die, that's a lie, but I'm afraid to get sick, I don't know what that is" AHHHHHHHH Like real. "If it isn't love then what the fuck is it?" REAL REAL REAL. Boygenius is giving qpr you can't change my mind. Like wdym they wrote songs for eachother like they love eachother so much and like qpr <3. Idk that's just my thoughts cuz boygenius isn't friends or dating they are a secret third thing qpr. But like idk. Maybe it's just the aroace in me or something just my thoughts or whatever. Anywho I got off track

LEONARD COHEN IS ALSO AWESOME, THE BEAT IS FASTER AND IT MAKES ME AHHH. THE FLOW OF THE WORDS THE WORDS THEMSELF AHHHHH. THANK YOU SO MUCH

LIKE THERE ARE SO MANY DIFFERENT SONG TYPES OR WHATEVER BUT LIKE THEY ARE ALL PERFECTION. I LOVE BOYGENIUS SO MUCH.

LIKE WDYM THESE FOUR SONGS ARE TOWARDS THE BOTTOM

Uhh pt 1 I made forever ago so don't bother looking for it :D