#i refuse to participate in spotify

[popatochisssp]

I heard there are playlists of the boys but I cant find them anywhere 😭

If it wouldnt be much of a bother, could you give us the links? For the 10 first boys?

Who told you, who's talking about me? Are they saying nice things? 🤔

Well anyway, I'll do you one better, and drop all the links, for everybody!

Consider these a work-in-progress, some are definitely less filled out than others (because it is apparently not the Right Moment for me to accept new music into my brain), but nearly every playlist has a minimum of 30 songs, and the majority are more in the 60-70 range, so there's something to work with!

Here's the links, and as bonus, a personal favorite pick for a song on each playlist that I think suits them most:

Sans (Undertale): Ok by Madeon

Papyrus (Undertale): The Walker by Fitz & The Tantrums

Sky (Underswap Sans): More (RedOne Jimmy Joker Remix) by Usher

Paps (Underswap Papyrus): Stars by Switchfoot

Jasper (Underfell Sans): Way Down We Go by KALEO

Pyre (Underfell Papyrus): Whatever It Takes by Imagine Dragons

Mal (Swapfell Sans): Oh No! by Marina and The Diamonds

Rus (Swapfell Papyrus): Have You Ever by The Offspring

Slate (Horrortale Sans): Footsteps (Go Higher) by Pop Evil

Papy (Horrortale Papyrus): Drive by Incubus

Ash (Undergloom Sans): 25 or 6 to 4 by Chicago

Yrus (Undergloom Papyrus): Fly by Hilary Duff

Brick (Horrorfell Sans): Becoming the Bull by Atreyu

King (Horrorfell Papyrus): I Will Not Bow by Breaking Benjamin

Merc (Horrorswap Sans): arrow by half•alive

Ell (Horrorswap Papyrus): Count Your Last Blessings by Sum 41

Pitch (Horrorswapfell Sans): Back From the Dead by Skillet

Nemo (Horrorswapfell Papyrus): All That's Left by Thrice

Sunny (Gastertale Sans): All My Friends by Madeon

Aster (Gastertale Papyrus): Moonshine by Caravan Palace

Spectr (Transcendtale Sans): Magnum Bullets by Night Runner

PapAIrus (Transcendtale Papyrus): The Growl by Conway

Xanth (Ascendswap Sans): Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up) by Florence + The Machine

Piper (Ascendswap Papyrus): Feeling Good by Michael Bublé

Carmine (Underfell Fruition Sans): Rollin' by Limp Bizkit

Tank (Underfell Fruition Papyrus): Remember by Disturbed

Vi (Swapfell Fruition Sans): Shadow by Livingston

Hunter (Swapfell Fruition Papyrus): Do You Call My Name by Ra

Kohl (Descendtale Sans): Screaming Bloody Murder by Sum 41

Bram (Descendtale Papyrus): Cry Baby by Melanie Martinez

[beesonjupiter]

no dan and phil youtube video or instagram uploads

no spotify wrapped

no sweet treat

what is the point of being alive?

[delicatebarness]

barnes' girl | chapter one

Summary: A conversation explores the evolving relationship and tension.

Warning: Sexual Content/Mentions of BDSM. Consent and Authority. Emotional Tension. Pressure to Participate.

Word Count: 1295

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A/N: I am in love with them okay. - Please feel free to leave feedback or let me know where and how you want the story to continue, this is just as much yours as mine. - B

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Delivering flowers to Bucky's office had become a comforting routine. After arranging the bouquets each week, you would find yourself lingering a bit longer, savoring the quiet moments filled with unspoken tension and a growing familiarity.

One sunny afternoon, the sun’s warmth filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a golden glow across the office. You placed yet another bouquet of pink hydrangeas on his desk, their vibrant petals adding splashes of color to the otherwise muted, elegant decor.

Bucky leaned back in his leather chair, his eyes following your movements. The room was filled with the soft hum of the city below and the faint rustle of papers on his desk. “Doll,” he began, his voice deep and smooth, cutting through the silence. “Have you ever heard of dominants and submissives?”

Your heart skipped a beat, your hands momentarily freezing on the vase. “Yeah,” you paused, for a moment, before continuing, “a little bit,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. Clearing your throat, you added. “Not a lot though.”

A knowing smile curved his lips. “Interesting.”

The dynamic between you two had shifted subtly over the weeks. He casually would remind you to go to bed early, focus on your studies, and do small things that carried a weight of authority. It was something you both fell into effortlessly and right then, he wanted to address it directly.

Bucky tapped a few keys on his keyboard, and his monitor displayed an open webpage about the lifestyle. He turned the screen slightly towards you. “How familiar are you with all this?” he asked, his tone casual but his eyes sharp.

Your cheeks flushed, and you shifted on your feet. “Not much,” you admitted, feeling a mix of shyness and curiosity. You had never been in a relationship securely enough to explore this side of yourself, and the prospect was both thrilling and intimidating.

He watched you intently, noting every subtle shift in your posture. “Why don’t you take a seat,” he suggested, gesturing to the chair opposite his desk. Your movements were hesitant as you walked over and sank into the plush leather seat, feeling the coolness of the material against your skin. The office felt larger from this perspective, the vastness of the space making you feel even smaller and more exposed. He continued to study you, his gaze unwavering as you settled in.

“It’s a fascinating world, little doll,” he said softly, leaning forward. “One that requires trust, communication, and respect.”

You squeezed your thighs together under the table, feeling the heat rising up your neck. His words were getting to you, stirring something deep inside. You gulped down the water he had set out for you on the desk, your throat suddenly dry.

Bucky leaned back, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. “Is this conversation making you uncomfortable, doll?” he asked, his voice laced with a knowing edge.

Refusing to meet his gaze, your eyes darted to the art on the walls and the filled bookshelves. He decided to test you. “Look at me, baby,” he commanded, his voice firm and resonant with authority. It cut through your hesitations and drew your gaze instantly to him.

Your eyes snapped to his, your pupils dilated, and your breathing quickened. “You like the idea, don’t you?” he asked, his eyes searching yours.

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding. “I... I think so,” you managed to murmur, unable to form coherent words.

“That’s good,” he said, leaning forward slightly. “Because I’ve grown quite fond of you, doll, and I was wondering if exploring this together is something that would interest you.”

Your mind raced, and the silence stretched as you processed his words. “You don’t have to decide immediately,” he added gently. “Nothing will change if you choose not to. We’ll continue our meetings just as before, and this conversation will be forgotten.”

He stood, walking around the desk until he was beside you. His presence was overwhelming, and he gently tucked a stray hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered for a moment, sending a shiver down your spine. “Just think about it and let me know your decision, okay?”

“O-okay,” you stammered, your voice trembling.

“Good girl,” he purred, the words sending a thrill through you. The way he said it, the way it made you feel—it was intoxicating.

Deep down, you knew your decision had already been made, but there was a part of you that wanted to make him wait, to see how the anticipation would build, to savor the growing tension and excitement that each encounter brought.

~

Later that evening, you sat in the cozy confines of your apartment, the glow of your laptop screen illuminating your face. The room was dimly lit, the soft hum of the city outside barely audible over the quiet music playing from your roommate's room and the occasional creak of the building settling. You had been replaying the conversation with Bucky all day, and now, curiosity had gotten the better of you.

As you typed "dominants and submissives" into the search bar, you felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Various articles, forums, and blogs popped up, and you began to delve into the information, absorbing the details about trust, communication, and the dynamics of such relationships. Reading through personal accounts and guides, your heart raced and the words stirred something deep within you.

Suddenly, the door to your room creaked open, and your roommate, Yelena, poked her head in. "Hey, do you want to come—" she started to ask, but her eyes quickly fell on your laptop screen. Her eyebrows shot up, and she let out a small, surprised yelp. "What are you looking at?"

You quickly tried to close the tab, but it was too late. Yelena sauntered over, her curiosity piqued. "Is this what I think it is?" she asked, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

You felt your cheeks flush. "It's... research," you mumbled, not quite meeting her eyes.

Yelena plopped down on the bed beside you, peering at the screen. "Research, huh? Interesting choice of topic. Does this have anything to do with that little fancy flower delivery job of yours?" she teased, nudging you playfully.

You quickly minimized the window, trying to sound casual. “Uh, no, just some research for a class assignment. You know how it is.”

Yelena arched an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “Really? That looks pretty... involved for a university assignment.”

You forced a smile, feeling slightly flustered. “Yeah, well, it’s one of those projects where you end up diving deep into unexpected topics.”

She gave you a knowing look but decided not to push further. “Alright, if you say so. Anyway, I was about to head out to a party. Do you want to come along?”

Hesitating, you glance at the clock. “I’d love to, but I’ve got an early day tomorrow and need to get some rest.”

Yelena’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh, come on. It’s not just any party. I heard that Harley, the guy you’ve had a crush on for ages, is going to be there.”

Your resolve wavered. The thought of seeing Harley, whom you’d admired from afar, made your heart race. Reluctantly, you set your laptop aside. “Alright, fine. I’ll come with you. But just for a little while. I don’t want to stay out too late.”

Yelena grinned triumphantly. “Great! Let’s get ready then. It’ll be fun, and who knows, maybe you’ll get a chance to finally ‘talk’ to Harley.”

You followed her out of your room, a mix of excitement and apprehension bubbling inside you. As you prepared for the party, you couldn’t shake the feeling that the evening might hold surprises, both in the social scene and perhaps even in your thoughts about Bucky.

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[kcdrawns]

Random Wb boys headcanons♪⁠ヽ⁠(⁠･⁠ˇ⁠∀⁠ˇ⁠･⁠ゞ⁠)

A/N: its 2:40 AM I am so so tired but i can't sleep so have this. This might contain English errors.

Edit: it is now 3:52 AM as I finish editing..

Characters: Kaji, Kiryu, Kusumi, Hiragi

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Kaji

- is the type to just banter playfully but no one really knows when he is cursing as a joke or playfully

- His classmates often add songs to his Spotify playlist and during recess they play music in speakers so kajo can take the headphones out and feel ok with noise

- The type to get jail every time while playing monopoly and to be in debt (Kusumi always wins and at this point Kaji thinks he is cursed and that Kusu cheats, so he refuses to play

-Same for Uno, he will get mad and swear to never play after everyone adds 15 on 15 on 15 on 15 until it reaches kaji and he doesn't have a card. (Will cuss and cross arms)

-will almost dance at home when alone especially when he is alone and needs to prepare dinner and lunch for tomorrow's school bento.

-Will yell that he hates physical touch but kusumi swears he almost cries every time they give a hug to their captain

-Social cues? None existent

-Tsubaki will often steal Kaji in recess to force him to record tiktoks with her and he hates it, she claims he is.pretty and it gets her views and he honestly couldn't care less but gets shy. He can dance but refuses to put effort out and affirms he dances like a brick.

- Got called a duckling because he was normally always seen near Hiragi and following him

Kiryu

- The assigned photographer of his class, he gets somehow the best and also the most cursed things ever and will use them for black mail as a joke (Sakura is mostly the victim)

- If anyone gets hurt in class he is always there with cute bandaids (Star ones, Sanrio ones, really if its a cute set he has it) and some disinfectant

- Would a 100 do the opposite of what his family tells and go out of his way to piss them off.

- His older sister has a lot of social anxiety due to their traditional family so he has at least once a week a girls night with her so she can try to relax and open up to him

-Will a 100 spoil friends since he has the financial stability and definitely is the one to buy good hair products to keep the hair soft and often gives it as presents for friends so their hair doesn't feel like straw due to dyeing it all the time

- Has a TON of double plushies from arcades by accident and gives them as present to classmates and when he sees someone who could use a plushie like some random girl or child that is sad like "Oh you don't seem to be doing well sweetie, you can have this"

Kusumi

-Will stop walking to take pictures of things he finds aesthetic and then send to a group chat (kaji and Enomoto)

-walks his dog at night and sometimes Kaji joins too when he is having trouble at home

-If anyone in class is feeling down Kusumi will definitely try to ask and offer help and support but never make anyone feel forced to share but since he is so kind and easy going most of the time people spill the beans

- Since in manga he said he saw kaji a lot around their hood school and is glad to be friends with him I believe he somehow looks up to Kaji and he might be the reason he started to participate in brawls and finding out he is good at kicking ass

- Has the perfect grades without trying and will often be at Enomoto's house with Kaji trying to teach them and explain. Kaji falls asleep and Enomoto folds a paper and very softly hits the top of kajis head

-He tries to keep 0 sugar lollipops on him so if kaji runs out he has spares and can help

- Definition if very respectful very demure, will give shoulder pats on anyone that is feeling stressed that he knows, which scared Kaji a lot in the beginning with a lot of cussing

- If he has a voice i think he doesnt like his voice so he doesnt speak but one day he is at home with Kaji and Enomoto and by accident hits the foot of the corner of a furniture and will yell "SHIT".. thr silence after and the shock face from Kajis face while Enomoto's just laughs while kusumi blushes out of shyness and types fast as hell apologizing

- In the opposite way now if he is mute from vocal cords damage or just never was able to talk I think Kaji in the first year would question and try his best to protect Kusumi because people can be cruel to things they don't understand. I believe if kusumi had bullies pre school he wouldn't give them attention and ignored but at furin high I believe anyone in class would beat anyone's ass for each other

Hiragi

-He sometimes as insomnias because of his stomach issues (definitely no projecting myself rn ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ)

- I mean he is the definition of Father at Furin High. Have an issue and want to talk to someone responsible and that wont make a fuss or cause havoc? he is the man.

- Very wise but still makes bad decisions for his health

- Definitely the one to post mirror photos with a rock band music on top

- Used to drag Kaji and Sako to concerts, since kaji likes rowdy places and music, but sako? Sako would go and suffer of "why was I dragged here.."

- Is the gentleman at the moshpits making sure no one hurts anyone and no one specially is an idiot to a girl

- Likes to go to the aquarium from time to time to watch Sharks and listen to music while doing so

- I believe he values his own free time and likes to spend it alone to relax but somehow always ends up overthinking if something bad is happening and what if someone isn't doing well and somehow ends up with stomach pain while texting everyone if they are ok or somehow ends up with kaji at his house and they hang out in silence listening to music

- Kaji stays so much time at his house that Hiragis mum considers him as a second child and assumes he is going to eat dinner there and sleep and if kaji says no she refuses to let him leave the house without eating something first

- Sleeps on one side due to his stomach issues since laying on the side helps to reduce gastric acid to come up to mouth (Y e p thats a thing..)

- He often cooks for his mum because she is always at work and he helps his best around the house and chores and since she arrives late at night he waits so they can eat dinner together and socialize a bit, besides his mum believes he is a better cook than her

-Hates phone calls because most of the times phone calls equal chaos and something bad so anytime he has a call from anyone you bet he is getting gas-kun out of his pocket at the same time

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[andydrysdalerogers]

Undercover ~ Epilogue

Pairings: Jake Jensen and OFC Samantha Matthews

The Losers have made it back to their families and are out. Well, almost. A threat against the British crown needs to be handled and the CIA has tapped the Losers for one final mission. And they are sending in Jensen.

Jake Jensen hasn't been a civilian in years but now he's undercover to find out why his target is where he is and who he's after.

Enter Sam, someone who Jake doesn't expect and well, he didn't know he was looking for.

Can Jake handle his mission and falling in love? Especially when the truth leads to a bigger mission than expected?

*~* A Jake Jensen Story *~*

Author's note: I'm so sad to be saying goodbye to Jake and Sam.

The playlist is available on Spotify.

cover photo by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Warnings: angst, death, smut, and a bunch of stuff a can’t say because it gives away the plot!

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Five Years Later... 

“Your Royal Highness, your guests have arrived.”  

“Cool thank.” Prince Jake had finally gotten used to the formal address with the staff. It was still a trip that he was a prince. Everyone called him “Your Royal Highness” or “Sir”.  His in-laws call him Jacob, much to his annoyance. He was only called that by his own family when he was in trouble.  But Sam, Sam still calls him Jakey.  

“Jakey, are they here?” 

“Yeah Princess. I’m gonna go get them.” Jake stood up and pressed a kiss to her nose. “Stay here, relax.” He walked over to the front foyer of Clarence House, the home that Anthony had gifted them when they got married almost four and a half years ago.  

Jake didn’t want to wait for another year after his invocation ceremony.  Sam’s parents, along with Anthony’s wife, Queen Elizabeth, planned everything out with Sam. They had a small church ceremony in Manchester, followed by a modest reception.  Jake’s family, including his cousin Savannah and her family made it out for the wedding.  Sam had forgotten to warn her brother that Jake’s cousin in law was famous.  

“You are now related to Chris Evans?” Anthony asked as he watched his wife fangirl a little.  

“Did I not mention that?” Sam smiled.  She had her moment when they had met ages ago.  Since that time, she and Savannah had become close, and she had asked her to be her bridesmaid, along with Aisha.  The Evans children served as flower girls and ring bearer.  Jake had been sweet and asked Clay and Chris to be his groomsmen after Pooch and Cougar especially, refused to participate.  

As Jake approached the door, he could hear arguing.  “He’s so important he has to have a guard.” Jake smiled as he heard Pooch complain. 

“I don’t think its about Jake, more Samantha,” Clay replied.  “Be respectful.” 

“I am respectful.” Jake heard a snort that could only come from Cougar. “Shut up Cougar.” 

“Y’all know its rude to argue in the home of a prince, right?” He called out as he leaned on the door frame.  

Pooch grinned, “not when you’ve know the prince for 15 years.”  

“Hey Poochy, nice to see you.”  He gave Pooch���s wife and son a kiss and a hug in greeting. He bro-hugged Cougar before he turned to his former commanding officer.  “Colonel,” he said to Clay, with a cheeky smile.  

“Don’t call me that,” Clay replied and pulled Jake into a hug. “Sorry Aisha couldn’t make it.”  

“You have a newborn at home, I get it.”  Jake shrugged, “I mean, I don’t get it, not yet anyways, but I get it.” He smiled.  “She’s excited to see you all.  Follow me.”  

Jake walked them through their home. “Nice digs Jake,” Pooch says as he carries his son through the home.  

“Thanks, I guess Harold’s father built it for his wife when he was Duke of York.” Jake shrugged. “I just like we got a pool.”  

They enter the great room where the room is decorated in Avengers characters.  A little boy runs to Jake and jumps into his arms. Jake scoops him up.  “Uncle JJ, where you be?” The little boy asks.  

“Been, dude, been.  And I went to get some friends.” The little boy looked over. “Uncle Clay!” He squirmed until Jake put him down and he ran into Clay’s arms.  

“Hello, Your Royal Highness,” Clay said as he cooed at the boy.  “How’s my Charlie doing?” 

“Good, it's my birthday!” 

Anthony and Elizabeth had Charles Jacob William Clayton about two months after Jake’s invocation. The new Prince of Wales was beloved by everyone.  The only one who didn’t seem to care was his younger sister, one year old Charlotte, who was more interested in her teething ring than her brother at the moment.  

“Hi guys!” Sam carefully stood up, her nine month belly covered in a baby blue maternity dress.  

“Look at you mamacita,” Cougar said with a kiss on the cheek.  “Beautiful.”  

“Hey mama,” Pooch said.  

“Your Royal Highness,” Clay said with a wink. “How are you, Sam?” 

“Good, ready to get this kid out.” She placed a hand on top. “Three more weeks.”  

“Got the maternity bag and snacks ready,” Jake said, an arm around his wife’s waist.  

“Yes,” Sam rolled her eyes, “heaven forbid we forget the snacks.”  

“I would argue with you about the sarcasm, but I would also like to live,” Jake said.  He pressed a kiss to her temple.  “We’re ready to go if this little one makes an appearance early.”  

“Do you know what you are having?” 

“Nope.” Jake grinned as Sam sighed. “We couldn’t come to an agreement. Played rock, paper, scissors to decide and I won,” he said proudly.  

“And now I had to do the nursey up in neutral colors,” Sam grumbled. She sighed and smiled.  “Any way, drinks are along the back wall. If you need something stronger, ask Lawrence in the back.” She pointed to a butler.  

“Clay!” Anthony came up to the group greeting as they moved around the room.  Sam kept walking around, being a good hostess for her nephew/godson’s birthday.  The relationship between her and her brother had improved. Anthony drew Sam in on matters of state, wanting her to be ready to lead if needed. He made an effort with Jake and Sam was in the room when Charlie was born.  

As she got ready to bring the cake out, she felt a twinge in her back.  She stood up straight for a second, but the pain didn’t return.  She shook it off and kept moving about the room.  About twenty minutes later, another pain seared across her belly, causing her to gasp. “Jake,” she said shakily.  

“Yeah baby, what's...” he stopped dead as Sam curled over a bit, grimacing in pain.  “Uhh...” 

“Jake, I think I’m having contractions.” She reached out for her husband and grasped his arms.  

“But, its three weeks away.” Jake was stunned. “We still have time and...” 

“Jake!” Clay stepped in. “Snap out of it. Sam, look at me.” She turned her head.  “It’s gonna be ok.  Where is your bag?” 

“Its upstairs by the door of our room,” she said with huffs of pain.  

“Cougar, Pooch, get him to snap out of it.”  

“Sweetheart,” Harold came in as the team moved. “What is going on?”   

“Papa, I think I’m in labor and my husband is standing in front of me like an idiot.”  Jake still hadn’t moved, his jaw moving like a fish. 

“I’ve got it,” Clay said, running down the stairs with her suitcase. “Let’s get you to the hospital.”  He turned to see Pooch and Cougar playing rock, paper, scissors.  “What the fuck?” 

“What?” Pooch said. “We think he needs a slap in the head to make him conscious again. Trying to decide who gets the honor.”  

“For fuck’s sake.”  Clay went up to Jake and snapped his fingers.  Jake jumped and looked at Clay.  “Jensen, your wife is in labor, you need to move.”  

Jake looked from Clay to Sam and back before he said, “oh shit. I need the bag and the snacks and...” 

“Ok Jake, relax I’ve got the bags and the RPS is going to take you to St. Mary’s.  We’ll be right behind you.”  

“Ok, alright. Let’s go Princess. Time to have a baby!” 

“Really Jacob, I didn’t notice.”  

Jake looked at Clay.  “I’ll explain later.”  

Twelve hours later, Harold, Jake’s parents and the Losers were sitting in the waiting room, when they heard a door open.  Everyone looked up and saw Jake walk out wearing scrubs and holding a little bundle.  

“Everyone, I’d like you to meet David Harold Clay Jensen-Davenport. My son.”  

Everyone gave their congratulations as they looked on to the newest member of their family.  “How is my daughter?” Harold asked.  

“Tired but in love.  They are helping her take a quick shower and then everyone can visit.”  He looked down at his baby boy and kissed his forehead.  “I love you son,” he whispered.  

Later on, after everyone had left and it was just the new family of three, Jake laid next to Sam on the bed as she fed Davy. “He’s perfect,” she said.  

“Of course, he is,” Jake said.  “He was baked by you.” He kissed her temple.  “Thank you, Princess.”  

“For what?” 

“For taking on a Loser and making him the happiest guy in the world. I love you Sam.”  

“I love you Jake. Always.”  

The End 

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[lenacorporations]

cadina wicked au when 🫵 (respectfully)

Omg I would be lying if I said I hadn't considered it but to be honest I would rather just write straight-up gelphie fic. I have a hard time imagining cadina in a non-contemporary setting, and I don't think Cady would fit Elphaba exactly. It would be more a rejanis situation I fear, and I don't personally ship them as a present couple (though their past relationship does give some juicy angst).

That said here are some headcanons surrounding Wicked that aren't in Oz:

Cady has never heard of Wicked so Janis and Damian makes her sit through both a bootleg and the movie in the same night

Regina hates musicals with a passion but when Cady proposes to watch Wicked at their regular movie nights she gives in easily and has to admit that it’s well-done even if she doesn’t enjoy it as much as Cady apparently does

Cady makes Regina learn and sing the entire soundtrack because she likes the way it sounds in Regina’s voice

Regina has to admit she feels An Emotion when Cady joins in for For Good

Ariana Grande ends up in Regina’s Spotify Wrapped because Cady puts her music on all the time on Regina’s account and Regina genuinely considers breaking up with Cady over this for 59 seconds

Shane learns the Dancing Through Life dance (with Cady as Glinda because Regina refuses to participate) and the video goes viral on TikTok which briefly leads to people shipping Shane and Cady (Regina hates it)

North Shore briefly considers doing Wicked for the school musical but it’s far too expensive and complicated to pull off and they ultimately just only do the songs

Janis sings The Wizard And I

Shane sings Dancing Through Life (including the dance) (he goes viral again)

Karen sings Popular

Gretchen sings I’m Not That Girl

Janis and Cady sing Defying Gravity together (Regina didn’t want to sing showtunes in public) (Janis as Elphaba, obviously)

Shane and Cady sing As Long As You’re Mine (once again stirring the shipping rumors on TikTok)

Janis and Damian sing For Good together

Regina kind of regrets not getting to sing with Cady and makes up for it by gifting her tickets to see the actual show on Broadway. They are chaperoned by Cady’s mom because they are literally sixteen years old, maybe seventeen by then, but it’s still a really good trip and even Regina has to admit she had a good time

Hope this scratches the itch :) Imagine Reneé singing Wicked songs though omg. She would slay No Good Deed

[madbadash]

🎵🎵🎵 Album tag game 🎵🎵🎵

rules: share the albums that you can listen to nonstop. those lightning in a bottle-albums that scratch ur brain just right. every single track, an absolute banger. u could not skip one if u tried. no notes. stunning, show-stopping, immaculate. ur no-skip albums.

🔎 bonus & optional (but imo, v fun) rules: 1) add a track rec for us to listen to! AND 2) share ur favorite line(s) from that track! 👀

Now lowkey I'm cheating here because I don't really listen to albums in full and I would probably would skip at max like one song on each of these albums but I wanna participate in the game so I make the rules.

ANYWAYS thank you @bluecoolr for the tag

I will Tag @probably-a-plant-thing @bobeatspie300 @thelemoncoffee @boxtyphoon @toborusk and a cover all if you wanna do it do it!! Also these are all very low no pressure tags.

Billie Ellish- When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We All Do?

Penelope Scott-Public Void

Mother Mother-Inside

Chonny Jash-The Will Wood Power Hour

Eliza Anastasic-The Grand Relics

Billie was my number one artist on Spotify for like 2 or 3 years in a row and she hasn't left my top 5 since I started listening to her. I fucking LOVE ilomilo

Lyrics: So, where did you go? I should know, but it's cold And I don't wanna be lonely So tell me you'll come home Even if it's just a lie

The fact I get all my music from Tiktok is showing ANYWAYS Penelope Scott has some bangin ass music. I actually associate this song with Steven, and if Bob is down and people are interested I can totally go into why.

Lyrics:You fuckers know it's all built on lies But the beast refuses to die And so I guess well neither can I

Mother Mother is the most basic gay people music but DO I CARE??? NOOOOO!!!!! I can and will add both Haylofts into Oc Playlists! Anyways this bitch got a funky rhythm and I like the way they sing. Also this is probably the album with the most skips but I make the rules I don't care I'mma put it anyways

Lyrics: I'm thinking, "Oh, my God, what a chatty creature" It just kept talking and talking and talking all around in a circle I said, "Hey, little guy, I think it's time to go now"

CHONNY I AM GONNA KISS YOU SO HARD OH MY GOD. YOU, ONE OF MY FAVORITE ARTISTS, COVERING WILL WOOD??? MY OTHER TOP ARTIST. I AM CRAZY AND DERANGED

Now I do think you should listen to both versions of Thermodynamic Lawyer but I really like the lyric changes Chonny does so do whatever you want.

Lyrics:He'll rationalize rhymes 'til the T's and the I's Are re-crossed and re-dotted to a blur Blacks out his eyes, hides the lines, flays his thighs 'Til the-, they think that "he" is their "her"

Ok ok now hear me out. Hear me out here I know it's fucking weird but listen to me. Hear me the fuck out.

This is a fan-Album based on the Podcast The Adventure Zone Balance. Everyone should listen to Balance. It's a funny DND podcast. It is earnest, and stupid and funny and it has made me cry and if you don't have 69 hours to throw to this podcast (with the first 6 episodes being a bit rough as it's their first time playing) I HIGHLY recommend listening to their Current Arc: Vs Dracula. They all know what they're doing and they're doing it hilariously

Rant over. These songs are based on 7 magical objects that are collected by our main characters. These songs also include some clips from the podcast. I'm gonna rec the first one because its the least spoiler-y.

Lyrics: I'm a weapon of mass destruction That can literally fit on your hand So what are you waiting for? I'm thralling as hard as I can Go ahead and put me on- Gloves do not have long attention spans!

[lesbocs]

BRONZE ROUND POLL

this is a competition for third place in this year's lesbocs bracket! below are our participants for this poll - vote with your heart! GLHF!

🧡💛🤍💗💖

TWITCH (they/it) (@princesable)

"i think they deserve to win for once in their miserable life. they're 17 and have experienced everything in the world. they're desperately trying to kill the dude who killed their best friend but it's not working because everyone around them refuses to take them seriously. the last person in the world they trusted betrayed them to go hang out with said guy. its wearing its dead friends scarf. its fursona is a rat. they can play the bass guitar. they like picnics. for maximum pity points they regularly have to deal with a french guy. their character playlist on spotify contains one (1) undertale fansong. need i say more?"

you can learn more about it on @charliegame!

🧡💛🤍💗💖

HECATE (he/they) & RIDLEY (she/her) (@crabmail)

"Ridley is a bartender who also happens to be a zombie. Pessimistic since she was a teenager, her sullen personality leaves her struggling to form relationships, on top of her commitment issues. But that's okay because she's a hot middle-aged masc lesbian. Hecate is a witch with a curse to kill anything his skin touches. While he maintains a chipper demeanor, he is incredibly lonely and longs to express physical affection for others without having to cover himself head-to-toe. The two meet in strange circumstances and form a partnership in order to track down the responsible parties for their respective curses. As they get closer, they begin to find they quite enjoy each other's presence."

you can learn more about hecate here & ridley here!

[beautifulpersonpeach]

why do you think jikook are always alleged to having no backbones? army seem to always think the other 5 members can stand on their own and defend themselves but somehow with jikook there are rhetorics going around that they're puppets of hybe/bang pd or they're company favourites. jikook as individuals are so sure of what they want and who they are though although of course when you work in a company, there will always be trade-offs but that doesn't mean you lose your autonomy. they just really seem like the people who are adamant in living in their own terms. they're just always portrayed as the victims and it's not only solos who spread these - even "OT7" say these things.

***

It's a real shame how people victimize both Jimin and Jungkook. Seven and Golden is because JK is a 'blank slate empty vessel' who has no real spine to refuse carrying out the evil overlord's orders, and Jimin is either a helpless doormat who cannot advocate for himself or the long-suffering principled artist who has chosen not to debase himself for THH playlisting on Spotify even though it's something he rightfully deserves. For both members their careers are happening to them and their own responsibility for their actions is diminished. That's the insidious thing about all the -isms and -ions people like to throw about during fandom 'discourse'. It's that the real life examples of a person infantilizing their grown male faves, victimizing them, otherwise writing up conspiracy theories and peddling fan fiction... these examples never register for the people who most need to see it because they're already sucked in. It doesn't matter how much discourse they participate in, they're already over-invested and are themselves engaging in the -isms and -ions. Regardless of whatever they call themselves, whether or not they even think they're in the fandom, once they're sucked in everything they perceive is twisted and twisted in predictably the same ways. That's what I've observed.

Like I said, a real shame.

[adonewithyou]

Happy Resbang All!!

So glad that I was able to get another one in the books! I'm really glad I was able to participate as a writed yet again! Celebrating Soul Eater like this is one of the best things ever and I'm so glad I get to contribute!

Thanks to my wonderful Art Partners @thiefofblood & @jonesy-murgatroyd and Betas @bhibble & @silluuuufor for helping me create this work!

I hope you love this story as much as I do! Here's my submission below!

Summary:

Lord Solomon “Soul” Evans and the Honorable Maka Albarn wish to free themselves of the weight of society and all the suffocating standards that come with it. Unfortunately, it’s not that easy. For Soul, his parents refuse to give him his inheritance unless he gets married within this year's season. That wouldn’t be so hard if socializing didn’t give him massive headaches. Maka wants to get away from her father and his ruined reputation that constantly follows her like a shadow, but the only way to do that in this society is to marry into another household.

They meet at the Diehl family’s annual spring ball and realize they can be the perfect solution to each others’ problems. And so, they begin to court, becoming the talk of the town, with their names being whispered in tea parlors and smoking rooms on the daily. The whispers all disapprove, but that doesn’t matter when this is all fake, right? Of course, you can only go so far with fake courting before it becomes not-so-fake.

A Regency Era/Bridgerton/Jane Austen Inspired Romance, Complete with a lot of tension and yearning.

Warnings: Period-Typical Sexism, Mild Language, Misogyny, Period-Typical Homophobia, Sexual Content, Childhood Trauma

Read the Story Here!

Hawkshaw's Art Display! & Spotify Playlist!

SoulHeart's Artwork!

Bonus Artwork By Me!

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[joplinspiderz]

🪽 angel/quinn/rowan/shiloh -> not a minor!! 🪽my preferred pronouns are she/her/rot/rots/it/its but i don't really care if you use anything else

🪽black agender aroace lesbian loser with Beautiful Princess Disorder (BPD). i love tyler the creator!!!! (i am an igor and wolf trilogy enthusiast)

🪽i think a lot of internet discourse is stupid and i refuse to participate in it. do whatever you want forever as long as no real people are being harmed

🪽my blog is 18+ pleaseeee don't follow me if you're under 18. i horny post like crazy and interacting with children makes me feel gross. i'm a grown ass adult with pubes!!!

🪽all personal posts are tagged under #💬

🪽last.fm - spotify - ao3 - letterboxd - serializd

side blogs under the cut.

@mushyspiderz <- art only blog

@phoenix-arachnid <- fandom only reblogs

@lpsotd <- daily lps blog, now inactive.

[emeritus-fuckers]

Hi I wanna participate in the match up event and I would like to be matched up with a papa!

So personality wise I am usually very energetic and out going, I like to talk to people and listen even though I get side tracked a lot, I can also ramble a lot about something I’m passionate about or just random stuff, I have a bad tendency to apologize a lot even for stuff that doesn’t even need an apology. I can also he very BLAH at times and just feel sad and moody sometimes but not often, I can also get frustrated easily with something if I don’t understand it when I feel like I should understand it right away and I don’t Like being frustrated and or angry so sometimes I end up in a frustrated crying mess somewhere. I hate annoying people and or angering people and I’m always scared that I am somehow even when people tell me I’m not, I almost all the time put others before myself and make sure that they are comforted and cared for even if I’m not doing so great myself- I don’t like loud noises or loud areas it gives me major anxiety and makes me nervous (this includes yelling I hate yelling). I can also be very touchy in like I give a lot of physical affection to people I am friends with but I am respectful of boundaries and only do what makes them comfortable and always ask if I can do something before doing it. I can be quite… oblivious? I guess at times because sometimes I don’t get certain jokes and or I don’t get social cues and it needs to be explained to me before I go “OH-“ and finally understand. I am also not that confident in certain stuff liking singing and can’t do it in front of certain people even though I really want to but I just don’t have the confidence and so I just can’t- and I like drawing, dancing, archery, wake surfing, writing, MOTHS, Butterflies and music! Also Daddy issues-

Anyway onto physical appearance I am very short I stand around 5’3 to 5’2, I am pretty chubby, I can’t exactly explain how my hair looks cause I’m growing it out and it’s not exactly a certain hairstyle so Idk anyway my hair used to be black and blue but now it’s very faded and my natural blonde is showing through again. style wise I don’t have a specific style but I mainly stay within the realms of Goth, Lolita, and cottage core, I like to wear baggy shirts and hoodies and jeans, but sometimes I wear more form fitting clothes and fem clothes like dresses or skirts. I like to watch a lot of Disney movies mainly old Disney movies Like beauty and the beast, Sleeping Beauty, Aladin, the little mermaid, or princess and the frog, I also like old rom coms (my sister introduced me to singing in the rain and it happened one night and I’ve been absolutely in love with them), I also like musicals my favs being Sweeney Todd, Hamilton, little shop of horror’s, be more chill, Six, Phantom of the opera, and Heathers. Anime is another thing I like my favorites being Full metal alchemist brother hood, and JoJo’s bizzare adventure, and I also like horror movies and to scary things like haunted houses. I don’t read much but when I do… it’s mainly fanfic- or romance novels. My music taste very much varies GREATLY like my Spotify playlist is just a fucking mess, but I’ve been listening to ghost mainly for the past few months.

Other little random facts I most likely forgot to add :D, I like listening to heart beats they are very comforting, Spider-man and Harley Quinn are my favorite superhero’s, I get called a cinnamon roll often and I constantly refuse cause IM NOT- I have a bad tendency to bite the skin off of my lip sometimes till my lip bleeds, and I have a bad tendency to bite the bed of my nails. I am surprisingly good with kids even if I don’t like them most of the time, I don’t like big parties, I have sworn off drinking and drugs, I will dance and sing to music when I think no one is home, I get embarrassed easily, I sometimes gently bite the people I love in an affectionate gesture (only if it’s okay with them ofc), I sometimes give random nicknames to my friends. I will quote movies at random times (mainly princess bride), and I make a popping sound sometimes and I sometimes make a small squeak sounds, and I shake my hands up and down and jump a bit when extremely happy or excited.

Sorry if this is a lot of information- anyway I hope you have a good day or evening or night! :)

Your match is…Copia

You both get side tracked when chatting and then both pause “err… what were we talking about cara?” Copia will ask before grinning kissing you “doesn’t matter amore”

You both apologise too much. You caught him apologising to the table after walking into it.

When he sees you getting frustrated by something he’ll support you through it. Lots of hugs and he’ll help if you ask.

He loves how you put others first but when it’s you that needs support he’ll make sure you look after yourself.

If he thinks you now need to be looked after, he’ll carry you to bed, put a blanket over you, put on and old Disney film and hold you close to him.

He also loves to let you listen to his heartbeat. He’ll stroke your hair as you rest your head on his chest

He once heard you singing, he got home early. He coughs awkwardly and you stop and get embarrassed. “No cara please don’t stop, you sing beautifully. And umm well I err love this song, can I join you please?” He starts to sing and you join in quietly at first. His eyes light up with joy and he grins. He gives you confidence so you sing a little louder.

Now, when it’s just you two alone you sing and dance together.

He loves receiving physical affection and giving it.

He adores seeing you excited, he thinks it’s adorable how you jump up and down.

The first time you asked to bite him he was a little surprised. But he now is quite happy for you to because he knows it’s affectionate. He does often wonder if you might be distantly related to a ghoul.

~

This post is a part of Match-up Event. The Event ends on July 15th.

Written by Nyx

[logically-asexual]

#23 for your Spotify playlist wrapped thing!

full honesty i listen to this song a lot because i love the sounds of this album but i had never paid attention to the lyrics until now. some seem to be about suicide ideation so be warned.

Choosing stones // Big enough to drag me down Where I am // People's voices make hollow sounds // Just be quiet // They'll go away Open up your eyes // Don't let your mind tell the story here // Open up your eyes // Just let me go

im going to make it about logan.

i think for now logan isn't in a mindset of ducking out or whatever is the Side's analogy to suicide. he know's he's important and he wants (kind of desperately) to be an active, participant side to thomas. however. i see logan going through a process of gradually being less and less accepted by thomas. kind of the inverse of the dark sides' acceptance. that doesn't mean that logan would turn into a dark side just that he gets to input less and less into the conversations because thomas doesn't care about that side of himself anymore.

(thomas doesn't see him as an evil thing that must be kept away hidden, just as something that rarely has any relevance to his decision-making (further than just. the intrinsic logic he already has even when logan isn't in the room))

i think right now logan is kind of in a phase of bargaining and anger in this process. he's angry at thomas and the rest of the sides for not wanting him but he's also been actively looking for ways to be heard (like how he tried to make his exposition optional to read in POF or how he was trying to convince remus of the importance of his attempts in WTIT).

eventually, though, unless the issue is addressed by thomas soon, or the anger evolves by itself into something else, logan's going to realize that his attempts at arguing and his anger are pointless. he would then lose hope that he's going to be included and considered in long term decisions and not just when he has to get thomas out of a crisis. after this happens comes the depression. so that's when this song becomes relevant.

the first lyric is about considering your own suicide but not like.. actually taking any direct action for that. instead you're like just being idle, analyzing, contemplating how your death would be. logan would be like this. he wouldn't make a sudden decision and just abandon thomas permanently (also given that he probaly can't just do that). but he would imagine what thomas would do without him, what it would mean for him, as a side, to stop trying, what would become of him if he just refused to participate, how the other sides would compensate for whatever they did need of him.

the second part about the voices is how logan feels far away from the conversation in thomas's head. he's not a part of it and he no longer wants to be. "just be quiet", he decides.

and the chorus is again what i mention of him finally realizing that his anger and bargaining are hopeless in the face of thomas's unacceptance of him. he has to open his eyes, see the reality before him, stop pretending that there's a way he can make himself wanted. the truth is thomas has moved on from needing or wanting a teacher side. logan then thinks also that thomas has to open his eyes and face the fact that he doesn't want logan. logan begs him to just put a stop to this game and let him go.

[geekeryisafoot]

I've successfully stopped using Spotify this year because the ads were getting infuriatingly ridiculous and I refuse to spend money on music that doesn't allow me to own the music OR go to the actual artist. And 99% I am proud of cutting it out but I am so 🥺 over not being able to participate in any of the Spotify wrapped stuff

[oktobearfest]

can people i follow stop reblogging ask memes about their spotify wrapped i cant participate because of my refusal to pay for music so now im looking at everyone like this

[smokeybrandcompositions]

Family Matters

I always find the generational gap between perspective to be interesting. Like, my extended family is having a birthday party for one of my mom's aunts and a celebration of life for one who passed this year. She's very adamant that i participate but i don't see the point. A little context, my mom has these awesome memories of her time hanging out with her family. She has stories for days about her cousins and aunts and everyone. That's fine. I do not. I did, early on, but after my grandma died, it's like all of those relationships went with her to the grave. My grandma died when i was around twelve years old. I turn thirty-nine tomorrow. I've not had a relationship with these people (or the ones my age, to be honest) for two and a half decades. I've lived an entire life away from these people so, when they have get-togethers like this, I'm just there. For my mom, this is a big deal. It's family. It's all of those memories she has, given form. For me, it's basically a bunch of people I've seen a handful of times since my grandma died. I just don't care.

My mom subscribes to the Boomer notion that you can't choose your family. Blood is thicker than water and all that. I do not. I learned much later in life that the full quote is "The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb." Basically, the actual saying means that you choose your family, that those bonds aren't tied by relation. Why would i want to spend time with people who basically threw my entire family away the second my grandma passed away? To be clear, this isn't me holding a grudge. I wasn't hurt that they stopped coming around or calling. Hell, i didn't even notice until one of my kid brother's pointed it out when i was well into adulthood. Like, i don't have a desire to stick to these people for leaving me out to dry or whatever. I sincerely don't care. I have my tribe. I've had my tribe for decades now at this point. I'd choose any of them over time with my extended family, any day of the week. And, in absence of one of mu chosen, i default to me.

I have very limited time for myself. I work a regular nine to five, but really i start at five so it's more a five to five. Get off work and then i take care of my mom. She's in bad shape so i tend to do the heavy lifting for her. Take out the garbage, walk her dog (which i do in the morning before i go to work, too), clean the kitchen, and whatever else she needs. I generally knock out by about nine or ten. I have around four hours to myself when i get home, and even then, I'm still kind of at the mercy of my ma's beckon call. Saturdays, i tend to sleep in because, of course, but those are the days where i have to run her errands. My ma refuses to drive because she's scary so that falls on me. Generally, from ten to twelve on a Saturday, I'm doing sh*t for her. Thems is part-time job hours, bro. Afterward, I'm still on the hook for all the sh*t she needs me to do during the week after work, too. Sunday is the day i reserve for myself, as much as possible but, even then, a third of it it is filled with my chores. Grocery shopping, cleaning, clothes washing, and i still have to walk her dog twice a day. I don't begrudge my ma for this at all. She's old and needs the help. That's fine. This is just context for why i don't want to do "more" than i have to do. Sh*t eats into my "Me" time.

I write. I draw. I game. Hell, sometimes i just want to throw my Spotify on shuffle and vibe. What's that sh*t called? Self care? There is value in that for me. Much more so than spending time with people I've seen less than my best friend, and he's been dead for four years. That's not hyperbole at all either. My best friend passed away in 2019. I'd known him since the eighth grade so, what is that? 1998? We had been in each others' lives for twenty years. I talked to that man multiple times a week, even when i moved to Arizona. Even when he got married and disappeared for a year. Even when i moved to Houston, we stayed in touch. We hung out for a few hours two weeks before he passed. He changed my brakes, we drank a carton of Newman's Own Lemonade. We blasted Du Hast at three in the morning. It's one of my happiest memories and the last one we shared. I don't have one like that for any of the people I'm expected to hang out with today. None of them. But, for some reason, in my mom's eyes, the non existent relationship i have with them, should carry the same weight as the one i had with my best friend, just because "family."

That sh*t doesn't make any sense to me. It feels like her definition of family is basically just obligation and i disagree. I don't owe anyone, anything, ever, and i don't think setting that boundary is such a terrible thing.