#i was listening to the lyrics of this today and i can't stop laughing because

[emmyrosee]

Atsumu thinks you’re a horrific singer.

In small, humming bursts, you’re nothing horrible, and he’s definitely been able to fall asleep against your chest to your soft tunes and nails in his hair.

But in the car, when you belt out lyrics to whatever song is playing, he winces slightly. In the shower, he’s surprised glass in the mirror doesn’t break. And even humming in public, he's shocked babies don't start crying. You just don't hear the lack of rhythm in your voice, the quiver in the sound when you hit a high note, and he's positive you've just got a blindness to how you sound in general.

But it’s something you love to do. And more often than not, he finds himself sitting and listening to your singing, smiling along because it's something that entertains you, something that makes you happy.

And he's willing to sacrifice the integrity of his hearing just to see you happy.

He does find himself day dreaming as you sing in the shower today, the sound of your voice and the sound of falling water lulling him into the lyrics, swaying slightly back and forth. Your singing is bad, of course, but he's gotten so used to it that he can't help but tune in and ignore the flat tones as you sing.

It's because it's your voice. And your voice is more than enough to bring him to a state of joy.

The shower stops and he hears your belting turn into a hum, and he decides to stay in the bedroom to intercept and give you some affection for all your... efforts.

"Hey," he says, making you jump a foot in the air.

“You trying to give me a heart attack?” You scold, clutching your heart in one hand but smiling as he pulls you in his arms. Your own still clutch the towel wrapped around you, encasing you in a burrito-like embrace. “Just kill me like a normal person.”

“Didn’t mean to,” he says happily, planting a kiss to your forehead before smoothing a hand down your face. “I was just listening to the show.”

“Ah,” you hum simply, grinning at his words. “Letting me serenade you?”

“Always,” he laughs, and he gently sways with you, huffing the sweet smell of your post-shower scent.

“I knew you liked my singing, but this is new,” you say, angling your head to look up at him. Your chin rests happily in the dip of his sternum, and he blinks down adoringly at you. “Has my angelic voice got you feeling a type of way?”

He doesn’t have the heart to tell you your singing is anything but. So he merely hums a yes, letting his body dance with yours in the bedroom, the warmth of your skin transferring onto his and keeping him cozy.

Then, you shrug your shoulders. “I get it- my singing is better than anything your croaky ass could do,” you tease.

“Aaaand moments gone,” he grumbles playfully, shoving you off and ignoring your laughs and paws to be back in his embrace.

[queerprayers]

Officially, in the western church, today isn't the Annunciation. This is Holy Monday, and the Annunciation is moved to avoid coinciding with Holy Week. I think if it were during the Triduum I would appreciate this, making space to hold both days separately. But it's Monday, and they can't stop me from thinking about Mary during Holy Week. March 25 is a traditional date of both Jesus's death and conception, as well as the Creation—a spring equinox of redemption. Holding space for all these things has always been appropriate. Birth and death coexist; Jesus's beginnings were the beginnings of his mortality. The angel announces the future, and whoever listens must live through all of it.

What did it mean for Mary to say yes to this? We laugh at the "Mary did you know?" lyrics, because we know she knew. But she also didn't have to know the details of God's plan to say yes to what every parent says yes to—witnessing. Acknowledging the bringing into the world of a frail being, perhaps giving your body to make this happen, praying that you will die before they do but knowing that is not promised. And every parent living under a violent state knows what it is to hope it's not your kid that's next (whether you're a Black parent teaching your child how to talk to cops, or a Palestinian parent hiding in rubble, or a Jewish parent under Roman occupation who's seen the crosses outside the city walls).

Do you think, at the foot of the cross, Mary thought of her response, "Let it be unto me according to your word"? After bearing that Word inside her, teaching him how to walk, waiting for God to change his mind, to reveal a ram caught in a thicket so her son wouldn't have to die after all, do you think she remembered her teenage self, magnifying the Lord? "The Almighty has done great things for me"—and to me. Great as in too big to look at all at once, bloodstained things. The power of the Most High is overshadowing her—the shadow of the cross—his flesh broken, and someone (including her perhaps) will take him down and wash him for burial.

What does it mean to hold space for that day when an angel tore into her life, breaking it open for God—during Holy Week? If we desire a feast, we should wait until Easter, I agree. But today I honor a lady of sorrows—I desire an acknowledgement of the violence of agreeing to live and love and create when it will be torn away. The story never ends there, but we must live through this week (and whatever weeks of our lives hold these things) saying yes, witnessing. Judas quit before the miracle happened—he couldn't witness death so he didn't witness the life (on this earth). Mary kept saying yes, even at the end.

We can never know everything we are saying yes to when we surrender to God. She knew in one sense, yes, but no one knows what it's like to lose a son until it happens. And no one but her knows what it's like to be the Mother of God. We already know what God wants us to do, but we don't know until it happens how much it hurts—and what the dawn will bring. What swords will pierce us, what promises will be kept.

When we say the Magnificat, we usually add a Gloria at the end—Mary did not have those words (the Trinity would not be formulated for another couple hundred years), but we have them. When we sing her song, we hold space for the ways we see God exist, and she saw those ways intimately. She held the Son and was surrounded by the Spirit, and now the Father holds her. As we live through Holy Week every year, every year she says yes. God's love continues unfolding. As it was in the beginning, is now, and will be forever. Amen.

Your assigned reading for today (should you choose to accept it) is @tomatobird-blog 's comic "Thirty Years." A blessed Holy Monday (and Annunciation) to you all.

[they-call-me-emmy]

Memories - Tara Carpenter

I'm using da lyrics from 'Memories' by my angelic sweet angel face Conan Gray. I worship him. Thank you.

i dont even know how to classifiy this or whatever but lie eyhahh

yey.

It's been a couple months That's just about enough time For me to stop crying when I look at all the pictures

The Polaroids on your bed sheet. The small, scribbled dates in blue sharpie on the back. The way you genuinely looked happy in the photo. The way your own face looked back at you. The way her face looked back at you. It's been months. Get over it. That's what your friends tell you. What your family tells you. What you tell yourself.

Now I kinda smile, I haven't felt that in a while It's late, I hear the door Bell ringing and it's pouring

Tears well up in your eyes, blurring your vision and causing the lights to disable it completely. You needed to put these pictures down. Throw them away, lock them up, anything. Anything to make you stop looking. The sad, sarcastic laugh escapes your throat and you feel weird the moment it comes out.

You jump as the doorbell rings. You don't know who it could be. Its raining outside, you can hardly see the streetlamps. Your wearing the same baggy, stained shirt you'd been wearing for the previous week and a half. It might have been hers, you honestly can't remember.

You stumble to the door, opening it and feeling your eyes widen.

I open up that door, see your brown eyes at the entrance You just wanna talk and I can't turn away a wet dog

"Tara." You say, a slight twinge of coldness to your tone, although you were too shocked and hurt to muster up enough to shoot at her.

"Y/n." She said softly, the same tone as yours but the coldness replaced with what normally you would label as guilt. But Tara doesn't feel guilty....does she?

"Can I..." You clear your throat, willing yourself not to shout or cry or blame her for everything. It takes a lot of strength to not shut the door in her face, but you've always had a soft spot for her. "Can I help you?"

"I just...I just want to talk." She stares at her feet.

"Oh."

"Okay."

But please don't ruin this for me Please don't make it harder than it already is I'm trying to get over this

You can't have this girl ruining everything. Barging back in, to 'talk'. But you knew. You knew how much you wanted her back. But you're working for it. Working on getting over it. You're trying, you really are, but fuck. It might not be working. She's making this harder by coming here, bugging you. If she'd let you be, you'd forget about her, at some point.

Right?

I wish that you would stay in my memories But you show up today, just to ruin things I wanna put you in the past 'cause I'm traumatized

You wanted to forget. Have it all gone. Burn those fucking photos. But she's here, and she's real, and she's talking about how sorry she is, how her life is a mess and she needs a place to stay. And you can't do it now, you couldn't do it before and certainly not when she's crying in your living room. But you needed to get over her. You were scared.

But you're not letting me do that, 'cause tonight You're all drunk in my kitchen, curled in the fetal position Too busy playing the victim to be listening to me when I say

She's been drinking. The daze in her eyes and her wobbly movements and speech would show that to anyone. She's crying, telling you she left you for your own sake, that she didn't mean it and she was just having a hard time with life.

But now you were having a hard time. Because of her. And here she was, drunkenly crying to you. And here you were, letting her back in, for what? What're you getting out of this?

But you just can't turn her away.

"I wish that you would stay in my memories" In my memories, stay in my memories

"Tara, it's not right. You should leave. You're in my past. Go."

"G-God, please Y/n...d-don't k-kick me out-t." She sniffled, and her big brown eyes filled with more tears and suddenly you felt guilty, like kicking a bird from it's nest. But this wasn't her place. She didn't live here, you weren't with her. She had no right to stay.

But for some crazy reason you'd definitely regret in a day, you let her stay.

Now I can't say goodbye if you stay here the whole night You see, it's hard to find an end to something that you keep beginning Over and over again

"Can I stay over?" She asked you softly, her eyes wide and you couldn't say no.

Why can't you ever say no?

You knew that you'd never leave her behind if she kept coming back, forcing her way back into your heart. You knew you'd never get over her when she's laying on you couch like she used to, eyes closed and a sweet, innocent aura surrounding her sleeping figure.

I promise that the ending always stays the same So there's no good reason in make believing that we could ever exist again

You weren't ever going to go back to the way it was. She needs to stop trying. There's nothing in your favor. In your relationships favor. There's nothing that makes you two an important couple. You were just two people. You couldn't be with her anymore. That ship had sailed, and relationships never last through the second round.

I can't be your friend, can't be your lover Can't be the reason we hold back each other from falling in love With somebody other than me

You couldn't be her friend, it's too much to bear. The knowledge that you'd been with her, felt her, held her and loved her was too much. And she knew that. You couldn't be her girlfriend again. That hadn't worked out the first round, why would you suffer to try to survive the second? But she can't feel a connection, no, because then, she'd be stuck pity filled and guilty, and she too, just like you, would never move on and never find love. But it can't be with you, and it will never be because god fucking dammit that didn't work out and you ruined your chance. She ruined your chance.

She ruined this for you, and there was no going back. There was no fixing what had been broken.

And for that, she deeply regretted.

I clearly cannot write sad stuff

please comment because those are my favorites <3

[irisintheafterglow]

Hi, first of all I would like to say that your blog gives me so much comfort. You seem like such a loving and kind person and I love to read your writing. I adore the co-parenting series and am honestly looking forward to reading more parts <3 (no pressure tho, just wanted to say that I love it)

Actually, I wanted to make a request. The song 'Deep Sea' by 'Snail Mail' has been stuck in my head for weeks, the lyrics kill me every time and I could imagine some heartbreaking angst based on the song. I saw that you don’t write reader or character deaths and it doesn’t have to be that. Maybe a breakup or something like that, it’s really up to you and up to whatever the song might inspire you to write. For the pairing I love Gojo and also Getou or Choso, but I just want you to write whoever you like! 🤪

I had the idea for that request earlier today and made a post about it (that I have since deleted) because you came to my mind and I just really wanted to try my luck and ask you if you would maybe like to write about it 💞

Hope you’re having a great day, thank you <3

it took so long to know someone like you (gojo x you)

cw: breakup, chest-aching angst, swearing, emotionally constipated satoru where he doesn't know how to be vulnerable with someone so his first instinct is to push them away :))))))))))

note: HI!!! thank you for the love, i'm so sorry that this is so late, hopefully you still like it. pro tip, listen to travis atreo's cover of "when she loved me" along with the song mentioned to make reading this extra painful. again, thank you for the love and the ask. i hope you like this!!!

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

"don't look at me like that."

"if you don't like it, stop looking," you laugh humorlessly, feeling your heart twist like a wet rag with every shallow breath. "you just told me you don't want me; i think it's valid i can look however i want." your voice breaks off at the end of the sentence and you blink at the darkening clouds above. a storm was coming, but you felt like one had already devastated you.

"that-that's not what i meant," he says through gritted teeth, avoiding your glaring eyes in shame. "i just need a break. is that so bad?" every word felt like a separate cut to your soul and you were slowly bleeding out in the fucking mall parking lot.

"but, why? i'm just not good enough for you?" you practically spit your questions like snake venom. you hoped they stung, hoped the burned into his memory like his promises that he'd give you a future. high and mighty gojo satoru, reduced to a puddle in your arms and vowing that he was yours forever. pathetic. "finally got tired of me, is that it?"

"no," he croaked. "no, no. i just-i don't know who i am when i'm with you." the sky was falling and you hoped the ground crumbled beneath your muddy shoes. "and, that scares me."

"you don't like who you are when you're with me," you echo hollowly, taking a shaky breath and pulling your jacket closer to your body like a safety blanket. "that's really a shame, since i really liked how you were with me," you huff another painfully mirthless laugh that turns into a sob. on instinct, he reaches out to touch you but you pull away like he was radioactive waste. "making all those lofty promises, letting me think that i was your forever and eternity and everything after that. you're really an asshole for that one, you know that?"

"i never said anything like that," he protests even though you know damn well that he's lying. raindrops start to catch on his hair, making it glisten like he was sent from heaven. too bad his words didn't match. "even if i said those things, i can't guarantee i actually meant it, so i'm sorry."

ouch.

"you're sorry? you're sorry?" you have to take a step backward or else you'd have actually slammed your knuckles against his infuriatingly perfect cheek. "gee, thanks! i'll remember that next time anyone says they love me," you hiss and relish in the way he flinches. "they could just be kidding, after all, right? stupid me." it took so long to finally get through to him, to stand steady enough that he let down his walls, and suddenly he was throwing them up again and shutting you out.

if you were completely honest and without your stubborn pride, you'd admit that you understood what he was talking about. it was a little lonely being with him, especially when you didn't have any more time for self-discovery without worrying about another human being. you lost track of time when you were with him and lost a little bit of yourself, too, and you weren't sure if he was adequately filling that emptiness. you had no idea how to discuss it, let alone navigate it, and it struck a crack that only grew larger. neither of you knew how to cope with this, it seemed, and that's how you ended up sobbing on the asphalt in front of the man you believed you were going to marry.

"don't you wonder who we could be without each other? we could be anyone," he insists but nothing gets through to you.

"i don't know who i am without you, satoru," you whisper defeatedly and it's like you can hear his heart start to crumble. he did this to you, and you watched him realize it in real-time. he didn't know what he was saying anymore. he felt too far deep in that he didn't remember why he was asking for a break in the first place. all that he knew was that he was hurting you and every nerve in his body screamed at him to fix it, fix it, fix it. you sigh tiredly, shivering in the cold sheets of water that were starting to fall. "look, if you need time, then take it. take all that you need."

"but-"

"no. i can't do this to myself if you won't even try anymore. goodbye satoru. a stupid part of me still loves you." as you slip into your car and accelerate away from him, he doesn't have the chance to say it back.

to tell you that the stupid whole of him still loved you, too.

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[jakeysbuttsheeks]

Godfather | 111

Warnings: profanity, age gap , mature themes , overdose , drug use , substance use , death of parent , orphaning , eating disorders, other weird shit

Parings : Jake X fem reader

Jake woke up stretching slightly, finding something restricting his movement ; you.

A smile cracked against his sleepy face when he was reminded of what happened last night and how the two of you had fallen asleep together.

You were still hugging Jake tight with your cheek squished against the pillow right infront of his face , his eyes danced over your face and at the way your lips pursed out slightly.

He sucked his own lips in , fighting the urge to just lean in, barely an inch and press his lips against yours. Your lips look so inviting and irresistible and all Jake could do was stare at them , imaging what they would feel like against his lips , or on his neck or around his coc-

no.

He immediately got out of your hold as fast as lighting and sat off the bed , looking down between his legs to find himself semi hard. Morning wood.

He looked back at you still sound asleep. He cursed himself under his breath and headed out your room quickly and silently , softly shutting the door behind him .

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You woke up later , hurrying out of the house to work. You were almost half an hour late .

"slow down! Have breakfast" Jake yelled as you hopped your shoes on.

"I'm so late I can't" you shake your head.

"Don't go then" Jake says and you stare at him "haha" you say sarcastically.

"no I'm serious. Let's go out today. It's Saturday" Jake speaks , walking up from behind the kitchen island . Jake didn't have to go to the studio on weekends so he was free.

"but- my boss will yell-" you sigh .

"he's gonna yell anyway since you're late. Might as well enjoy it" Jake says .

"point" you sigh and look at floor , trying to think .

"you work too hard. Give yourself a break. It's my treat" he pressed.

"this isn't because you pity me because of yesterday right?" You squint at him with a smile and he bursts out laughing.

"it might be" he joked , his smile wide as ever .

"C'mon, where'd you wanna go?" He asks , pulling his phone out of his pocket .

"oh! Let's go shopping! Let's go to the mall. You always complain about your clothes" Jake says , looking through his phone at something in excitement.

"I do not!" You defend and he laughs again.

"oh- or we could go for a movie. Or we could just go for a drive" Jake rambles . And you stand there wondering why he so desperately wanted to take you out.

"or! We could just do all of that!" Jake looks at you with his eyes wide and bright in excitement.

"what- no-!" You immediately disagree.

"why not?!" He asks , still excited.

"don't worry about the money y|n. It's my treat!" He says.

"no but I can't-" you hesitate.

"oh c'mon, please?" Jake tilts his head with a put on pout and you couldn't help but shy away and smile widely, Looking down at your feet before looking back up at him .

"fine-" you barely say as Jake lets out a Yelp of victory , making you laugh again .

"imma go get dressed. Have some breakfast and we'll go" he says as he walks off .

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The two of y'all went on a long ride of just judging people and listening to music in the car , screaming out the lyrics while vibing hard in your seats .

Until the two of you got hungry and decided to stop at the mall . Y'all wandered around for almost an hour deciding where to eat. You were laughing the entire time with him like the both of you were high on something or something.

Y'all finally decided to have some Chinese, snickering at how Jake struggled to eat with chopsticks, the two of you almost choking on your food at the constant laughing, you were almost in tears.

"oh my god, I think I I'm dying" you tiredly say , you face red from laughing and so was Jake.

You looked at him and he looked at you too before the both of you started laughing again for no reason, practically wheezing as y'all left the restaurant.

"oh my god! There's a spa!" Jake gasp .

"no!" You choke out between your laugh as you tried to stop him from going in , but he dragged you in with him .

"we should get facials! And mendicures!" He gasped . And you burst out laughing so hard you almost caught the attention of of the whole store.

"it's a manicure!" You wheeze , tears pooling in your eyes as you stomach ached.

"and a pedicure is for your toes" you explain and he looked at you with a shocked squint , making you laugh harder.

"let's get both then" he says, laughing with you .

"mendicures!" You exclaim .

"mendicures!" Jake repeats as the two of you wheeze , trying to be as quiet as you possibly can .

People wouldve definitely thought y'all were high . And y'all were . High on eachother that is .

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"my face feels like a fucking baby's ass!" Jake laughs as he touches his face while exiting the spa place with you.

"it does!" You laugh in suprise , touching his cheek .

"oh! You have a baby's ass face too" Jake touched cheek before pinching it making you yelp and pinch his cheek back .

"OW! I DIDN'T DO IT THAT HARD!" Jake slapped his hand over his cheek in pain .

"you did too! I just wasn't so dramatic about it" you say , lifting your chin slightly to tease him .

"I'm not dramatic! It's not my fault you've got bloody caveman hands!" He teased back and you gasp as he laughs at your reaction.

You remembered the last time you were at the mall with Jake and your dad's friends and Jake had carried you around everywhere on his shoulders as you pulled on his hair making him walk around in pain , and you kept giggling at him . You were about 5 or 6 years old that time .

"y|n?" A voice called from behind you , distracting you from Jake .

"Ethan!" Your eyes widen in faux suprise as you turn around, not expecting your ex to be here , walking over to you .

"hi!" He says as he flexes his arms with his hands in his pockets , looking behind you at Jake.

"didn't expect to see you here. How have you been?" Ethan asks. And Jake notices you were suddenly uncomfortable.

"I'm- I've been good how are you?" You ask back even though you wanted this conversation to end as fast as possible. It took you ages to get over Ethan after he broke you after your dad died . He was being an asshole while you needed him.

"who's this?" Ethan asks , looking at Jake .

"oh this- this is my- Jake- he's my guardian parent thing" you muttered.

"godfather" Jake corrected , moving next to you .

"ohh I thought he was your boyfriend or something. Yaknow how you told me you liked older guys?" Ethan explained with a light laugh, clearly looking up and down Jake from head to toe , judging him .

"no" you laugh lightly panicky, looking at Jake who seemed unamused and somewhat irritated.

"you look pretty" Ethan said , tilting his head , making you cringe out of your skin.

"thanks. I just got a facial done" you throw your thumb over your shoulder at the spa behind you.

"we should hang out sometime" Ethan says.

"uh-" You look at Jake and he seemed to be looking away at other stores in the mall . Pretending to be uninterested in your conversation with Ethan , but you could see his jaw clenched tight from his side profile.

"uh- ok- sure" you force out a smile as you watch Ethan finally walk away while waving at you. What a nice day completely ruined, you thought. .

"alright let's go to the arcade" jake says , his voice too flat for something so exciting. But you smile widely anyway and follow him to the escalator to go to the arcade .

Jake seemed down but tried to pretend to push it off while playing games with you like a child. You wanted to ask him what was wrong but you couldn't bring it up .

"so who was that guy?" Jake finally asks, curiosity getting the best of him.

"Ethan? My ex" you answer and Jake immediately snapped you an "are you okay" look.

"I needed him after dad died. And he wasn't there for me" you explained.

"prick" Jake cursed at him before giving you a look of sympathy and rubbing your back.

"focus! We're losing the game!" You yell as you gestured to the dinosaur jungle setup in front of you.

Jake immediately got back to shooting the dinosaurs . And you ended up losing as you yelled at him playfully because he was playing badly.

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"wow we wasted the whole day" you say as you drive out of the mall parking to find the sky being pitch black .

"it wasn't wasted" Jake seconds. "I had fun" he says , taking a turn onto the road.

"I did too" you smile .

"just like old times" he says as he pats your knee , except he keeps it there .

"just like old times" you repeat with a nostalgic smile , paying not much attention to Jake's hand on your knee until his thumb gently caressed your knee before pulling away .

His touch was so inviting. You wished he kept his hand there always . And everytime he moved his hand to say something you wished he would put it on your knee again but it kept going back to the steering.

Obviously he wasn't going to have his hand on your thigh the ride home . You weren't his girlfriend. Wait- what about his girlfriend? Would she mind? I mean- obviously not .

"is Carrie coming over today ?" You ask , and you notice panic set in Jake's eyes.

"what's the time?" He asks , looking at the phone you held in your hand . You pressed the power button to see 7:36pm as the time .

"shit" Jake mutters under his breaths as he drives faster .

"w-whats wrong? Did you forget she was coming over or something?" You laugh , but he didn't laugh .

You watched as he sped down the road . In no time you reach home but he didn't turn to park and you look at him confused.

"go home I gotta be somewhere" he says and you nod and get out the car as he quickly drove off . How shit.

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Jake came back earlier than you expected. You heard him breathe out a heavy sigh as he took his shoes off by the door .

You were watching tv , sitting horizontally with your feet up on the couch . You turned your head and looked over the backrest to watch as he came in .

"hey I'm back" he say with a slight smile , noticing you watching tv.

"what's wrong? What happened?" You ask as he walked to the couch and lifted your legs up to make place for him to sit down at the other end of the couch , letting your legs rest on his lap .

"Carrie broke up with me" he said nonchalantly.

"what!? Because you were late for one date?!" You yell. But he didn't really seem to be bothered.

"nah. It wasn't just that" he says softly , his hand massaging your feet barely with his eyes fixed on the tv , trying to catch on the show you were watching.

"I'm sorry- this is my fault- I should've gone to work-" your voice cracks when you realise you were the whole reason he was late .

"what? no! Y|n. Don't be stupid" he glares at you and you look away shaking your head, you couldn't help the corners of your mouth dropping down.

"Jesus- it wasn't your fault!" Jake speaks , noticing the look on your face like you were close to tears as he moves his hand up your leg , trying to reach out for you to look at him .

"honestly I don't even care I didn't even like her" Jake confesses.

"promise?" You ask as you turn at him . You knew the guilt would eat you up.

"sweetie I swear" Jake said , looking right in your eyes .

"okay" you mutter to yourself before looking back at the tv .

"why were you dating her if you didn't like her then?" You ask .

"can you let it go? It wasn't your fault and I'm not heartbroken or anything okay?" Jake speaks calmly.

"I promise" he says again , his warm hand rubbed your leg in reassurance before giving it a slight tap .

"okay" you breath deeply, deciding to believe him.

"I'm going to pour myself a drink. You want one?" He asks as he slowly stands , giving you time you lift your legs off his lap.

"no. But can you get me that tub of ice cream you got me? It's in the freezer" you ask with pleading eyes .

"ofcourse" the corners of his lips lift as he pets your head while walking behind the couch to the kitchen.

You hear glass clattering on the cold slab and the fridge door opened a couple times as you wait anxiously for your ice-cream.

According to you , eating during your period wasn't going make you put on any weight . It was dumb and you knew it . But you just liked to tell yourself that .

Your stomach had been starting to ache, the cramps getting worse , you knew you were going to have a hell of a night. So why not treat yourself?

"thank you" you smile as he hands you the tub of icecream with a spoon . You move your legs for him to sit down on the couch next to you with his drink in his hand . But he stretched your legs back on his lap and places his free hand over them .

You and Jake had gotten pretty into the show until your cramps began to make you sweat . You couldn't sit still anymore.

You whine as you sit up in discomfort, pulling your legs away from Jake's lap, trying to find a position on the couch to soothe the pain .

"you okay?" He asks as he watched you grab a pillow and cover your lap while folding your legs , leaning against the backrest.

"cramps" you answer , eyes fixed on the tv.

"c'mere" Jake gesture for you to sit in his lap . Which you gladly did . Crawling up to him as he turned you to sit horizontally on his lap with your legs stretched out on the couch, and your head resting on his shoulder , the both of you letting out comfortable sighs as y'all made yourselves comfortable.

Jake switched his drink to his other hand , resting it on your thigh . while he began to massage into your lower back with his now free hand , making you hiss in relief .

"better?" He asks and you nod against his shoulder, your eyes stuck to the tv in front of both of y'all. But all you could think of Jake. His scent and his strong hands kneading into your sore flesh , his warm breath tickling your face , his chest raising as he breathed.

How you wanted to just turn to him and nuzzle your face into his neck and take in a deep breath of him before kissing his neck and leaving new marks on him to cover Carrie's almost faded ones .

You groan and wriggle on his lap as another cramp hits you.

"my poor girl" Jane coos , his words making your mind to blank. His voice deep and manly. HIS. POOR. GIRL?? Oh god he was going to be the death of you.

You wondered if he could hear your heart thumping out of your chest. Good thing the room was dark and only lit up by the light of the tv , or he would've been able to see how red you were .

Despite how distracting pJake was being, the two of you were actually catching onto the show.

"you want me to get you anyone one?" You ask , pointing at his glass in his hand that had been empty for quite some time . Probably because he didn't want to make you get up.

"no it's alright I'll get it" Jake says as you stand off him , he was getting up with you but you don't let him.

"I got it" you say as you grab his glass and walk off to the kitchen. You knew exactly how Jake liked his drinks.

"thanks doll" Jake takes the glass back from you as you make yourself comfortable on his lap again. Was it normal? To feel so comfortable with him?

You guessed being away from him for a while and talking about stuff really broke the barrier of awkwardness y'all had before. Y'all were never awkward before your dad died though. Jake was always your favourite.

Whenever your dad and his friends hung out to do anything, you'd be on Jake's lap . Ever since you were little. It's weird how age and time changes so much , only to bring to back to the same.

About two hours went by and you had started to drop of again. You knew Jake's thighs were probably cramping and you could easy get up and go to bed . But you didn't want to . You wanted it to last forever.

Jake didn't really seem to be bothered with you dropping off on his lap . He was busy enjoying the show with his drink , his hand firmly holding your legs with his other arms around your body as you lay on his shoulder.

Jake only realised you'd fallen asleep when he laughed at something at the tv and looked at you to see if you caught the joke too. But you were fast asleep already.

"okay let's get you to bed then" Jake smiled , knowing this was the second time in a row that you'd fallen asleep on him .

NEXT PART

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[jiminjeonging]

Jmj hcs back!!!, this time is a little different since I wanted to talk about a hc that wouldn't be canon compliant, I was listening to the song "Holy Holy" by Geordie greep and thought of this while listening to the lyrics:

(Kinda) toxic and out of character jmj (and maybe gp jm?) And mature content Ahead

-just like this song describes, Imagine future heir to a multimillion company jm and she is also very a arrogant narcissistic loser that doesn't get any women so she decides to hire a sex worker called mj (mj is a college student and she got into sex work because of an unexpected pregnancy so now she has to do sex work and also work a day job to take care of the kid).

jm is very narcissistic and mj does not like that one bit but she has to endure it for the sake of the money since she was promised a big sum after their supposed "date" at a this luxury bar, jm just can't stop talking about how everyone in the bar knows her and how everyone in the world knows her because she is amazing, everyone wants her because she is beautiful and she has money, mj pretends she knows her but she really hasn't seen jms face ever ( all for the sake of a good payment i guess lol), after a while mj is starting to feel both bored and annoyed and it's showing, so jms loser ass just straight up tells her "hey can you do something for me? I want you to dance with me, then you will act like you are honored to have a date with me and you will act smug towards the girls and waiters around you,after that I will tell you how eating your pussy was a holy experience and you will slap me in the face, then I want you to walk away to the bathroom and I will follow after, I will give you double the price please".

After hearing the payment getting doubled she obviously accepted (she could even leave her day job forever and have more time with her 3 year old daughter if she gets such an amount of money), then after proceeding with their plan once they both are in the bathroom jm asks her to stay in the bathroom with her for 15 minutes or so (according to her because if they stay for a while people will think they made out on the bathroom after the pussy eating comment they made in public) mj is kinda confused because what kind of weird ass loser client did she get tonight?? People usually hire her for a lap dance and maybe something riskier sometimes, but this woman right here asked is asking her to roleplay an entire fight, at least she didn't do anything non consensual like groping her or touching her without asking (she sadly has lots of clients like that).

After those 15 minutes, jm gets like 6 different lipsticks out of her suit pockets and asks mj to choose one and put it on, at this point mj just wants to laugh at such a silly situation, and even if she doesn't like jms narcissistic comments, she can't deny that being in this kinda situation is more fun than doing lap dances to creepy men. After putting the new lipstick on and getting out of the bathroom jm thanks her for everything she has done and finally asks her to compliment her dancing and her smell and she also wants mj to make herself smaller next to jm for a bit more money, mj obviously accepts (atp thinking that she just met the most pathetic woman in the entirety of south korea) and jm gives her a whopping amount of money that basically is enough for mj to take a year off as a sex worker, leave her day job and even take her daughter to disney land, she is more than content with this payment and secretly hopes she gets more sessions with this jm instead of smelly men with a wife and kids.

Thankfully, once they get out of the luxury bar, jm asks her if they can do this once every week for a while, and mj obviously accepts as long as she gets paid the same amount as today or more (she gets a shit ton of money for just roleplaying like duh).

(Now that was the whole plot regarding the song lyrics, this is how I imagine what happens after)

After a few weeks, jm is starting to actually become head over heels for mj (she kinda was already on their first meeting) and she even starts opening up, mj is actually warming up to jm and even if she's a bit narcissistic, she is nice and kinda silly (also undeniably pretty), on their 5th week they go to a private restaurant, and mj opens up about her reason for doing sex work, jm hears how she is doing all of this for her daughter and absolutely falls in love with mj at that moment, she wants to court her, she wants to give mj and her daughter the world and provide them with everything that they need, of course jm didn't say that out loud but after the "date" jm finally reveals that she wants to court her properly, mj is shocked at first, but after thinking for a while, she does agree at the end, only on one condition; if she doesn't like the date, they are breaking their whole contract and never meeting again.

Jm agrees and makes the sappiest and simplest date ever, they go eat italian food and then jm drives to a secluded place in nature and they see the sunset together (plus some very gentlewoman behaviour, and she gives mj a bouquet of flowers too). Lets just say mj gets enamoured and she decides that jm can officially court her. After the 6th date they become gfs and a month after jm finally meets mjs daughter, on their second year jm decides to give the company to her sister since their parents were not okay with jm dating a "prostitute" (she's not a prostitute you fucking dumbasses) and she cut contact with them until they started treating mj with the respect she deserves, on their 3rd year jm proposes and mj is more than happy to say yes.

The end.

Anyways i went a little too far with the storytelling hope it was good, also i just noticed while writing this I also got inspired by the movie Anora so yea, I could have honestly straight up written a fanfic about this (if any anon who reads this wants to, i approve it)

welcome back!!! if you have time you should definetly write this, i think it would be fun to read and jm's loser ass definetly would tell mj her pussy is holy it fits them well😭😭 also after watching anora i wanted to write/read a sex worker mj au too!

im inserting the lyrics here<3

[deliriousmonk]

A Tonic For The Troops

I did not forget about that review. It is very unserious though; don't expect quality writing here. Enjoy!

Overall rating: 9.5/10.

Like Clockwork

A cynical song (which is good! A little cynicism never hurt anybody). The first verse seems to be taking the mickey out of trend-hoppers and the monotonous parts of life. For some reason, I thought it was from the perspective of a rogue robot. Fingers killed it on the keyboard; real good stuff.

I really liked this song, even though it overwhelmed me greatly. 10/10!

2. Blind Date

Do you really have to ask? 10/10.

3. [I Never Loved] Eva Braun

T. Keslering asks a valid question. Why did they decide to create this song? I'm not complaining though, because it rocks. Very interesting that it's from Hitler's point of view; it does seem accurate from what we saw of their relationship. My favourite part of the song was the bridge:

Eva Braun wasn't history Wasn't even part of my destiny Never really fitted in the scheme of things She was a triumph of my will

Really nailed it! Another 10.

4. Living In An Island

An awfully handy guide for the suicidal island dweller. I do wonder though; is Geldof trying to tell this guy to kill himself? What a terrible friend. A relentless, solid 10/10.

5. Don't Believe What You Read

Kesslering comes in clutch yet again in the comments. What it says on the can... but they did tell us to not believe what we read, so maybe go take a listen for yourself. (Go ahead, pelt me with rocks. I deserve it.)

Another 10. Don't roll your eyes!

6. She's So Modern

There's the album title! I laughed when I first caught it. The way Geldof says 'modern' really tickles me. I've got more opinions on this song, but I can't seem to articulate myself at all today.

....9/10.

7. Me and Howard Hughes

Easily my favourite song on the album. If I had learned of its existence earlier, my friends would've never heard the end of it.

10/10. Hang in there buddy.

8. Can't Stop

... Won't stop. This reminded me of Trainspotting, even though it wouldn't be right on the soundtrack. I might be alone on this, but does anyone else think this is about quitting drugs?

10/10, again.

9. (Watch Out For) The Normal People

They're coming for your house, cats and bank statements! There's a feeling of dissatisfaction with the petit bourgeoise Jack's and Jill's up on the hill; the normal folks will be smashing in your windows shortly, friend.

I can't decide if this should be an 8 or a 9.5/10.

10. Rat Trap

My second favourite on the album, solely for the saxophone. The lyrics remind me of Young Americans by David Bowie; another good song.

10/10.

I wouldn't play this album in front of my mother. That's a true indicator of musical quality. Absolutely listening to it again!

[elektrischemaidchen]

Lisztober #11: Symphonie Fantastique

Madness has taken hold at the Maidchen court. What always comes across as so easy here, is a real challenge, which unfortunately also takes its toll. I now have a real coffee problem by now, so I sometimes have heart palpitations at night. Then there's the incredible time pressure to present you with something cool that has to be ready in less than 24 hours.

If anyone asks why we're sitting in a three-person cell in a asylum by November, tell them it's because of absinthe, reading too much Lautréamont and hysteria. Please.

And that brings us right back to today's topic. Yesterday we escalated. Really. So much so that one girl is hoarse and the other is on the verge of tinnitus. Additionaly, one of our speakers died due to the volume and overdrive. Here you can listen a true masterpiece by Maidchen standards. We had to stop in between, because of laughing over and over, again and again. Both while writing and during the recording itself. Even while cutting. And even more so when the neighbor simply started practicing the tuba for unknown reasons. I didn't even know he had a tuba. It must be new. Totally surreal. But luckily, he didn't call the police on us. And you wouldn't believe how many takes we “indulged” in. (There were 26. 26!) I hope we can convey these moments of pure joy. PLEASE LISTEN TO THE WHOLE SONG TO GET THE VIBE! ;)

The reason for this was our contribution for today, Berlioz “Symphonie Fantastique” aka probably the creepiest piece of classical music that has ever existed. And thank you so much, @franzliszt-official for giving us this opportunity.

So, here’s our plot summary:

We really always wanted to write something about this masterpiece of brainf***, but unfortunately we didn't have the right idea - and you see: With a gun to your head, even the muse must speed up. Let’s see how far we can go with this. The plot of the symphony - just like the story before and after it - is so obscure that it has become a kind of running gag for us. Life (and art) can't write better stories. Never ever. And before I tell you the whole story, if you don't know it yet: there's a wonderful YouTube video with a short summary that I highly recommend you watch (the whole channel is amazing!!!). WTF, Berlioz, really, WTF.

Oh well, it's still about Liszt. Liszt was a huge fan (Really, Franz. I love you, but why? WHY?) of this symphony, just like Wagner (but nobody here give a shit about Richard‘s opinion anyway)  Franz may not have been directly involved in the creation of the “Symphonie Fantastique”, but his piano transcription and his interpretations made a significant contribution to this work becoming one of the most important works of Romantic music. Liszt made it accessible to a wider audience, interpreted it and developed it further, thus having a lasting influence on music history.

That's why we originally wanted to deal with the “Dies Irae” theme, but let's be honest… everything stinks against the main story.

And then there is the “Idée fixe”, the central theme of Berlioz's symphony, the beloved, who appears again and again musically as a motif and ultimately drives him mad. You could also apply this to the Maidchen. Fun fact: 97% of all our lyrics have a hidden hint to Franz. Sometimes so well that Lacelove doesn't even notice ;) Whoever finds them all: Get in touch. You'll get an exclusive shirt and your own song written. I promise.

Oh, dearest, dearest love, you surely will never know that I’m gonna write to you A symphony of love  in just one night Oh, dearest, dearest love, I only dream of you and in my longing I wish you were here Oh, dearest, dearest love, Where have you gone? You dance with a hundred others You erase me from your mind Oh, dearest, dearest love, Fate is not fair My sky, full of violins But my heart, it's so heavy So heavy I try to forget you On noble pastures The shepherds who soothed me Make their songs known But then I see you before me With a smile like a sword You belong to someone else now You're...not worth it That's why I'm whistling opium now And will just kill you. DIEEEE! DIIEEEEE! OH GOD! JUST DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE God alone knows, I will be judged for everything I have done and none of the heavenly angels will weep at my grave And so I see your face One last time before my face Oh, dearest, dearest love Why don't you save me? Oh, dearest, dearest love then it comes back to me You spawn of hell You are the queen of the witches. ORGIES! DAMN ORGIEEEEEEES! OH GOD! ORRRRRGIIIIIESSSS! Oh, dearest, dearest dearest, will you be angry with me? I invite you on the day of the premiere To find out Oh, dearest, dearest love then you'll be my wife Otherwise I'll threaten you with my own s*i*ide You know that very well IF YOU DON'T MARRY ME, I'LL K*** MYSELF! I'LL K**** MYSELF! AND IT'S YOUR FAULT!!!!! YAAAAAAAAA! And then, she actually married him.

[pardonmydelays]

fav lyrics from carnaval del barrio?

i love this one so much... honestly, seeing it live in theatre changed my life. that was the moment... my favourite lyrics (once again, not easy to pick just three because it's such a long song):

my mom is dominican-cuban, my dad is from chile & p.r. which means... i'm chile-domini-curican... but i always say i'm from queens! - the delivery of this one, IT'S SO FUCKING CUTE!

vanessa, don't pretend that usnavi's your friend, we all know that he loooooooooove you.../now that you mention that sexual tension is easy to see!/yo, this is bogus!/haven't you notice you get all your coffee for free? - you gotta love this one i also want all my coffee for free usnavi pls marry me

yo yo yo! now now, everyone gather round, sit down, listen, i got an announcement, wow, it involves large amounts, it's somewhere in the range of ninety six thousand! atencion, i'm closing shop, sonny, grab everybody a soda-pop! yo, grab a bottle, kiss it up to god, cause abuela claudia just won the lotto! ABUELA CLAUDIA WON THE LOTTO, WE'RE BOOKING A FLIGHT TO D.R. TOMORROW!!!!! - i hope you can see me rapping this one while i'm typing-

ALZA LA BANDERA (...) - this entire moment is just AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

everything changes today, usnavi's on his way, off to a better place, LOOK AT VANESSA'S FACE! - no because it always makes me laugh

hold up, wait a minute, usnavi's leaving us for the dominican republic? & benny went & stole the girl that i'm in love with? she was my babysitter first! - i love sonny, ok?

maybe you're right sonny, call in the coroners, maybe we're powerless, a corner full of foreigners, maybe this neighbourhood's changing forever, maybe tonight is our last night together, hOwEvA, how do you want to face it? do you wanna waste it, when the end is so close you can taste it? y'all could cry with your head in the sand, i'm a fly this flag that i got in my hand! - idk i can't decide i love this one so much AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

from puerto rico to santo domingo, wherever we go, we rep our people & the beat go - i broke so many rules already shit i can't stop typing

vanessa, forget about what could've been, dance with me one last night in the hood again!/WEPA! - ok, i'm gonna stop right here

bonus: i'm just gonna give you the reunion concert video cause this is already too long lol

[jennay]

Breakfast with Jamie

Request: Reader makes Jamie breakfast with 4+7 Fluff.

It's cold; why are you so cold? You softly groan, not wanting to open your eyes. You feel around the bed searching for covers, but none are near. 

Jamie. The worst cover thief.

"Babe," You cuddle close to his side and pull the corner of the blanket, attempting to cover yourself, but Jamie doesn't budge. "Jamie," You whine.

Jamie mumbles and protests, not letting go of his tight grip. You give up and roll to the other side of the bed; kicking your legs over the side, you wipe your tired eyes and decide you'll get up for the day.

You reach the end of the bed where Jamie's shirt from last night rests, slipping it easily over your head. You let your messy hair flow down your shoulders, not bothering to run a brush through it.

Coffee. You needed coffee.

Entering the kitchen, you walk straight to the coffee pot and turn it on. Jamie would appreciate it when he woke up, and your brain would enjoy it now.

You scroll through your phone, searching for something to listen to. You decide it's a morning for pop music. You needed to dance your way into a cheerful mood. 

You were going to make your famous pancakes with bacon and eggs. It would be your thank you to Jamie for a fun night and for letting you stay with him. A smile drapes your lips when memories of last night run through your mind. Jamie's naked body pressed against yours; how he praised your body...

Focus. You laugh to yourself. Don't burn the food. You shake your hips side to side as you start singing the lyrics that blare through your phone's speaker. "I can buy myself flowers..." You flip a pancake and sing, "Write my name in the sand,

talk to myself for hours." You hum to the parts that you don't remember. "Yeah, I can love me better than you can."

You shake the pan allowing the pancake to drop on a plate. You freeze when you hear laughter behind you. Turning around, you freeze as your eyes meet Jamie's tired ones, "How long have you been standing there?" You laugh, slightly embarrassed. 

"A while. Don't stop because of me." He walks toward you with his famous toothy grin plastered on his face. He wraps his lanky arms around you. "Is that my shirt?" 

You nod your head against his collarbone. "Sorry, but you ripped mine off, and I'm not sure where the pieces are." You pull out of his grasp. "Also, I've told you this before, but you are the worst blanket hog I've ever met." 

He chuckles and proceeds to the counter to pour coffee for himself. "Well, love, I can't control what I do in my sleep." He stops like he's in deep thought. "By the way. You don't need to buy yourself flowers or hold your own hand. I think I've got that covered. Wouldn't you say so?"

Rolling your eyes, you dish up a plate for Jamie and hand it to him. Jamie was right, you're singing a song like you are a free woman, but you haven't exactly been single for the last three months. "Just let me sing my songs." You laugh.

You join him at the table. His eyes close when he takes his first bite. You smile at his reaction to your food. Before he takes another bite he glances at you for a quick second, "I never pegged you for a Miley fan. What else don't I know about you?" He teases.

You shrug your shoulders, "Well, I guess you'll have to stick around and find out. I'm full of surprises, trust me." You teasingly wink at him.

His mouth nearly drops to the table, "Maybe you should call off work today." 

You lean back in your chair and cross your arms over your chest, "I guess I can do that, but you owe me a new shirt."

Don't forget to like, comment, and share! Hope you enjoy.

[pianocat939]

Because I'm struggling to write this Slasher request, have this while I work on it.

I'm putting both English and Korean lyrics, only because why not.

For those of you who have no clue who's Danielston III, he's an alter of Donnie from my crackfic.

Tw: obsessive thoughts, kidnapping, MC's ankle is restrained, tranquillizing, kidnapping, fake identity

Drunk-Dazed by Enhypen - Yandere Danielston III

Beautiful and brilliant. My glittering vision is a diamond. 아름답고 황홀해. 반짝이는 내 각막은 다이아몬드.

Danielston III roams the market's streets, squinting his eyes at the festival's bright lights. Such a crowd for a holiday about mining uranium.

In a world with no rules. Everything's been turned upside down. 규칙 없는 세계는. 전부 뒤집혀 뒤집혀 서있어.

It's nice knowing that he can walk through these paths without a single person noticing with this commoner clothing on. Then again, few people know what he looks like.

Turning up the party, now. My feet up in the sky, wow. Turning up the party, now. 하늘엔 내 발이, wow

The people seem to get louder every second, a crescendo of intensity. Danielston walks faster, wishing to exit the noisy area and opt for a more tranquil one.

People going ha, ha, high. Ringing in my ears is la la, loud. 사람들은 ha ha, high. 내 귓속에는 la la, loud.

The laughing and chatting seem to only get more annoying, burning into his ears: it's agonizing.

It's blinding, baby. His light, shining. 눈부셔, baby. 이 조명, shining.

But there it was. The reason he came to this torturous event in the first place; is to lay his eyes on the one he admires once more. His obsession, it poisons his heart.

We're in love with this carnival. We're in love with this carnival.

His mind is plagued by them completely. He's utterly swallowed by these dark thoughts.

Honestly, I'm scared. The world's drunk in a swirling glass. At the edge is my burning heart. 사실 무서워 난. 출렁이는 잔속 이 취한 세계. 그 끝엔 목이 타는 내 맘.

It's not the first time this has happened. Oh no, this has been going on for years. He's always been terrified of his feelings. But...

But I just wanna stay. But I just wanna stay.

He's never tried to get rid of them.

I feel it, my head's in a daze, daze, daze. I'm addicted, I replay, play, play. 느껴져, 내 머린 daze, daze, daze. 중독에 빠져 replay, play, play.

He loves watching them, staring at them for hours. Oh but he especially adores listening to them. Their voice could lull him to sleep on restless nights.

The way you want it. Go as far as you can to reach it. 원함 원하는 대로. 갈 때까지 가봐 go.

He wants to eternally be encompassed by them. He wants to run after it and capture it for himself.

Trapped in the carnival, wow, wow. My heart's again in a daze, daze, daze. 나를 가둔 carnival, wow, wow. Daze, daze, daze.

He can't stop it. He doesn't want to stop it.

Can't control my body dance, dance, dance. This sweet scent. Fangs glowing red. Can't control my body, dance, dance, dance. 달콤한 이 향기도. 붉은빛 송곳니도.

And yet today, he can't seem to control his own body. He wants to take them home, and take them to the palace.

Revel in it, this carnival, wow, wow. 즐겨봐, 이 carnival, wow, wow.

And maybe he will, tonight: right at this very moment.

Mmm, call me out from across the line. Everything changes, everything crumbles. Mmm 경계선을 넘어 날 불러 날. 모든 것이 바뀌어, 모두 무너져.

They call out to him, holding a bag full of items they've bought: happy with the products they found. A complete contrast to his dark demeanour.

I reach past the locked door. Pain welcomes me, a feast of thirst. 잠긴 문 너머 손 뻗어 난. 고통이 날 반겨, 갈증의 향연.

He smiles and heads in their direction, his heart burning with hunger. He wants affection, he wants to indulge himself in their kindness.

Honestly, I'm scared. My reflection in the mirror is unfamiliar. The pitiful truth behind this mask. 사실 두려워 난. 거울 속의 내가 낯설기만 해. 이 가면 뒤 초라한 진실.

Why are his feelings so powerful? He doesn't usually act like this, even the times he's met you before. Is his cold behaviour finally breaking?

But I never escape. But I never escape.

Maybe it's a sign to give in: that he shouldn't hide his feelings anymore.

I feel it, my head's in a daze, daze, daze. I'm addicted, I replay, play, play. 느껴져, 내 머린 daze, daze, daze. 중독에 빠져 replay, play, play.

He greets them, plastering a façade. He acts normally as the demons of his mind reminisce the same thoughts over and over.

The way you want it. Go as far as you can to reach it. ��함 원하는 대로. 갈 때까지 가봐 go.

He grips the tube of glass laying in his pocket, eager to be used.

Trapped in the carnival, wow, wow. My heart's again in a daze, daze, daze. 나를 가둔 carnival, wow, wow. Daze, daze, daze.

Their so nice to him, sweeter than the cakes he engorges himself on at the palace.

Can't control my body dance, dance, dance. This sweet scent. Can't control my body dance, dance, dance. 달콤한 이 향기도.

Ugh, the fact they're so unaware of his intentions, piercing an evil thought into his mind. They don't see the killer swirling around them.

Fangs glowing red. Revel in it, this carnival, wow, wow. 붉은빛 송곳니도. 즐겨봐, 이 carnival, wow, wow.

His hand suddenly jolts outside his coat pocket, holding the tube of liquid. The needle attached to the barrel stabs into their neck, enabling the drug to flow through.

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Light that’s been given to me. Flames of a torch, ah. 나에게 주어진 그 빛. 성화의 불길 ah.

He walks into a chamber, his formal attire fluttering behind him. He eagerly skips to a person sitting on a bench, grinning with delight.

'Till I own it, I'ma ride. 주인이 될 때까지 I'ma ride.

Thank goodness his plan was a success! Otherwise he would have to do something drastic.

I feel it, my head's in a daze, daze, daze. I'm addicted, I replay, play, play. 느껴져, 내 머린 daze, daze, daze. 중독에 빠져 replay, play, play.

He stands in front of them, a lovesick look adorned in his eyes. His foot briefly clinks the chain attached to their ankle.

The way you want it. Go as far as you can to reach it. 원함 원하는 대로. 갈 때까지 가봐 go.

He made the perfect decision. Taking them home to his palace is such a delight!

Trapped in the carnival, wow, wow. My heart's again in a daze, daze, daze. 나를 가둔 carnival, wow, wow. Daze, daze, daze.

"My sweet, aren't you excited? You get to see what the king looks like!"

Can't control my body dance, dance, dance. This sweet scent. Can't control my body dance, dance, dance. 달콤한 이 향기도.

He blabbers on even more. The love he's retained for so long seeps through. "I can't wait to show you the inventions I've made! I haven't been able to show you because of well...This royalty situation."

Fangs glowing red. Revel in it, this carnival, wow, wow. 붉은빛 송곳니도. 즐겨봐, 이 carnival, wow, wow.

The room is cold, just like his heart. But their body is so warm, like his mind.

I wake myself up. Burn my heart. 난 나를 깨워. 심장을 태워.

He pauses and takes their face in his hands. Odd for someone who revolts by physical touch of any sort. He smiles warmly, his stare softening.

Fill my dreams oh oh. I wake myself up. Burn my heart. 내 꿈을 채워 oh oh. 난 나를 깨워.

"You were always so lovely. You disregarded the fact I am a monster."

Fill my dreams oh oh. 심장을 태워 내 꿈을 채워 oh oh.

His mouth briefly ghosts their forehead, silently stating that they can never escape his wrath.

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THE AMOUNT OF TIME I SPENT HIGHLIGHTING EVERY GODDAMN LINE IS WAY TOO FUCKING MUCH.

Anyway, I hope this will keep you guys fed while I TRY to get this Slasher request up and going.

If you couldn’t tell, I love Danielston III so much.

- Celina

[chaisshitposts]

EYELASHES/🍓 ANON POPS UP RANDOMLY

Here is a little detox questions for you because you deserve it for the hard work 😔✨

1. OOOO your MBTI?

2. What's your favorite season? Like a season that makes you melt in bed 🏃🏃🏃 (only me?)

3. Favorite singer? And their favorite song?

4. ANY FUNNY SCENARIO HAPPENED THAT IS STILL IN YOUR MIND?

5. If you had the ability to posses one power, what will it be? 😗🧐

6. Do fishes have thirst for water 🧍

(yes that last one was random and had me thinking nonstop like wtf do fishes drink water orrr-)

ANYWAYS LOVE U AND TAKE CARE, YOU DESERVE THE WORLD

aw :( ty 🍓 !!! you're v sweet, these are some fun lil' questions :D ya should tell me yer own answers if ya get the chance, I'm curious !!!

1- I honestly have no idea 😭 I took the test a couple times before bc I kept forgetting cause all those letters are hard to remember and I still don't remember!!! heh im sorry 👉👈

2- melt in bed... that sounds so funny 💀 I'm a fan of winter!!!!!! I love the chrimuth decorations and the cold weather bc I like to get all warm and toasty, plus I like to wear the sweaters I crochet/knit throughout the year

3- favorite singer... That's a hard one indeed 🤔 I listen to all types of music that makes my brain go brrr especially music with lots and lots of bass, I think my favorite type has to be hard metal screamo rap music simply because headbangin' is somethin' I do to stim when I'm overwhelmed with hefty emotions. 🧍 my favorite song that I'm currently hyperfixatin' on though is 'I love you hoe' by odetari & 9lives, I don't care for the lyrics but I really enjoy the 'spacey' feelin' I get when I listen to it... Kinda like that one song where people had this belief that it made people do their homework faster I think it was somethin' like... 'i can run faster with no wind resistance' or something, but the beat was so wiggly I have to find that song again... I JUST LOOKED IT UP-- the song is literally called 'no wind resistance' holy shit 😭

4- sigh... for some reason, I can't keep myself from laughin' when I hear someone pourin' liquid??? I used to have a thermos (I need to buy a new one) that I would fill with hot black/green tea and then whenever id pour the tea into the lil' cup I would giggle hysterically like some crazy person 😭 I think it's hereditary however, cause this morning I was drinkin' coffee near my mom and I have a tendency to 'slurp' from my mug and she kept gigglin' when I would slurp from it 😭 she also laughs when things are poured. the autism is strong in the family ngl. I even laughed RN at the memory of pourin' a cup of tea ._.

5- oh ya already know I'm gonna have my mailtda powers manifested soon 🧍 I'm talkin' telepathy, spell castin', teleportation, levitation, all that shit, but I do not want the ability to mind read bc that does not sound fun. hmm... pyrokinesis could be fun too

6- you'll have to ask 🐠 anon for that one 💀 bUt!!! I did learn a terrible fact today about dolphins! did y'know that dolphins terrorize pufferfish so that they can get high off the chemical that the pufferfish release in defense of predators? they throw the pufferfish around with the use of their teeth and stuff, tossin' them up and around, even above water, and then they like know when they need to stop gettin' high before the chemicals become lethal. there's enough poison in one pufferfish to kill 30 human adults but dolphins just love gettin' fuckin' HIGH!

im sorry for the ramblin' but if there's one thing to be told about me... I talk way too fuckin' much despite bein' an ambivert with a heavy lean towards bein' an introvert 🧍

[randomly--accessed--memories]

Another day of trying my damndest to connect songs to RAM because trying to connect song lyrics to stuff I'm obsessed with is a really fun way to appreciate music. Today's subject? Epitaph by King Crimson (Ha. My Jojo phase really did wonders for my music taste).

The wall on which the prophets wrote/Is cracking at the seams

I think for this one, it's quite easy to make a connection to Vox and Niffty's situation.

Upon the instruments of death/The sunlight brightly gleams

Referring to the fact that for a while, Alastor kinda just got away with doing this.

When every man is torn apart/With nightmares and with dreams

the image that being "torn apart with nightmares and with dreams" brings to mind is how Alastor tried to brainwash Vox into enjoying this ( the "with dreams" part) but that doesn't make it any less of a nightmare.

Confusion will be my epitaph/As I crawl, a cracked and broken path

To me, this one is pretty obvious. Vox is pretty much always confused.

If we make it, we can all sit back and laugh/But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying/Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying/Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying

To me, this brings to mind the heaven ending. Vox is in heaven now and he finally got better ("if we make it, we can all sit back and laugh"), but he can't really be happy about it because of everything that he went through and the fact that the other vees are dead ("but I fear tomorrow I'll be crying")

As for verse two, I don't really have any specific imagery for that one, so I won't put it here.

if you have a different interpretation for the lyrics of this one song, I'd love to hear it!

Also, I'm doing that thing where you imagine an animatic when you listen to a song, but considering the fact that the whole thing is almost 9 minutes long, I don't think it's something I'm ever going to make.

Interesting! In terms of the second verse, "Between the iron gates of fate / The seeds of time were sown / And watered by the deeds of those / Who know and who are known" could be something to do with Alastor and "Knowledge is a deadly friend / If no one sets the rules / The fate of all mankind, I see / Is in the hands of fools" could be referring to Charlie and how she spends most of the story completely ignorant of the reality of this situation and how she could put a stop to it at any time.

Yeah, a 9 minute song would be a BEAST of an animatic to make. Not gonna lie though, I think I'd cry real, physical tears if someone actually made an animatic for this AU, no matter the song or how short it was.

[sucktacular]

. Sorry I'm gonna vent all my frustrations out today until it's gone and then move on with my life fjsjjfbenf feel free to ignore all this. Consider this a diary entry or something lmao

My favorite evil, spoiled, hatful, and deeply ungrateful daughter secret habit is getting another impersonal, self-indulgent gift from my parents and putting it in one of the drawers of my dressers in my old bedroom and leaving it there to fester along with the rest of the room and house and family

Like I'm nearly 30. I'm queer. I'm EMO I'm alt. I'm fucking masc about a lot of my dress and tastes. I've been this way since I was like at least 16...

And YET my mother keeps giving me prissy girly girl stuff. Like.... Not only does that feel bad for my genders, but you really didn't care enough about me to recognize I hate this shit and it's nothing I would ever wear.

And it's so fucking bizarre too cuz my distant aunt use to do the SAME EXACT THING TO ME??? when i was a lot younger/before I was a teen and we stopped visiting. And my mom would always comment to me privately how it's "weird" and "ugly" and that I "clearly don't like that stuff" and it was "just cus that's what she gets her daughters".

So like.. hello?

Idk man. I don't leave anything like clothes behind because it'll just get damaged by time and water and probably mice or something idk man. But I have a growing pile of Christmas gifts at home I frankly have no fucking room to hold onto.

Idk man... It feels deeply thoughtless considering who I am. Who I've been for half my life now. Idk man... Like I DO feel deeply guilty about it every single second of my life and I think I just need to drop everything off at a thrift store and move on about it.

Off topic, listening to Breaking Benjamin and RED is soooo classic "Alex trapped for hours in their parents car and deeply not wanting to talk to them" vibes and there's a twisted comfort in that LMAO

Oh RED I love you 💕 of breaking Benjamin I love you 💕 oh edgy music I love you 💕💕 soothing my soul

You take the breath right out of meeee. You left a hole where my heart should beeee. You gotta fight just to make it throouughh. Cuz I will be the death of you!!!

Idk that's not relevant to anything lyrically, it just came up on my playlist and thank God for that

Anyway my partner is gonna come up to see me later today and take me the fuck away for a lil bit and I can't waitttt!!!!!!!!! this is gonna be fucking work on my brain tho. What a fucking change of vibes.

Oh also I wanna say I dropped the word "queer" on my parents and my mom burst out a singular laugh and like LMAOO okay

I was living blissfully in a world where queer is a regular ass reclaimed word and forgor...

[wannabeabogwitch]

Fem!TWST Headcanons - KPop songs that suit them/what they listen to

TWST Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/wannabeabogwitch/713354988973342721/twisted-wonderland-masterlist?source=share

I know a lot of these are the same groups, but it's because I am biased. LOL Also, these songs are bangers, at least, imo and I just felt like some of them really fit the characters or they'd definitely listen to these songs. Some of them are there Japanese releases, just because I feel they'd fit too. I had a lot of fun with this! lol

Heartslabyul

Rina Rosehearts:

Wonderland - Alexa (It was a song for American Song contest, but Alexa is Kpop artist and not only is the song title fitting, but some of the lyrics too, referring to the rabbit hole and 'off with your head', at least in the English version, it's different in the Korean version, but still very fitting.)

Hear The Wind Sing - GFRIEND

Renaissance - WJSN/Cosmic Girls

Don't Look At Me Like That - Song Ji-eun

Queendom - Red Velvet

Trinity Clover:

Ice Cream Cake - Red Velvet

House of Cards - BTS

Awake - Jin (BTS)

Coffee - BTS

Wonderland - Dreamcatcher

Kate Diamond:

Noir - Sunmi (The song is about people being addicted to social media and doing anything for likes, so it's very fitting.)

The Feels - TWICE

Helicopter - CLC

PSY ft. SUGA (BTS) - That That

Mascara - XG

TGIF - XG

Alice Trappola:

So What - LOONA

Pierrot laughs at us - IU (cover) (Original is by Kim Wan-Sun. (The lyrics feel fitting. Like, behind this character, they might not be as happy or playful as they seem on the outside.)

FIRE - BTS (Troublemaker through and through)

Trap - Dreamcatcher

Lucky One - EXO

Eve, Psyche and The Bluebeard's Wife - LE SSERAFIM

Diane Spade:

Begin - Jungkook (BTS)

Growl - EXO

Can't Stop Me - TWICE

If You - Big Bang

Tomboy - (G)-Idle

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar:

Lion - (G)- Idle

PTT - LOONA

Who Dat B - Jessi

Uh Oh - (G) - Idle (I feel like the lyrics fit her, idk)

If I Ruled The World - BTS

Kitty Run - Alexa

Roxie Bucchi:

Hann - (G)- Idle

Cookie Jar - Red Velvet (Okay, it's one of their Japanese releases, but I'm gonna put it here anyway.)

Sahara - Dreamcatcher

Spine Breaker - BTS

Catch Me If You Can - Girls' Generation/SNSD

Jacqueline Howl:

Not Today - BTS

Wolf - EXO

Break The Wall - Dreamcatcher

Revolution - Alexa

Yes I am - Mamamoo

Octavinelle

Azula Ashengrotto:

Mermaid - United Cube

Disturbance - BoA (I just feel like she'd listen to this song for some reason)

Jazz Bar - Dreamcatcher

Piano Man - Mamamoo

Wind flower - Mamamoo

Ditto - New Jeans

Jade Leech:

Still With You - Jungkook (BTS)

Rain - BTS

Who am I - Weki Meki (I just feel like she'd listen to this song, idk)

Lo Siento - Super Junior, Leslie Grace and Play-N-Skillz

water color - Wheein

Florence Leech:

Why Not - LOONA

CRAZY - 4Minute

Fantastic Baby - Big Bang

No Dot - SuA (Dreamcatcher)

Monster - EXO

Scarabia

Kalima el-Asim:

Fancy - Twice

Dionysus - BTS

Happiness - Red Velvet

Hope World - J-Hope

Dazzle Dazzle - Weki Meki

Some Love - Dreamcatcher (The lyrics are very positive and I feel like it fits such a ray of sunshine!)

Jamillah Viper:

Shadow Play - Pink Fantasy

HATE - 4Minute

Red Sun - Dreamcatcher

Cypher Part 3: KIller - RM, SUGA and J-Hope (BTS) ft. Supreme Boi

Hello Bitches - CL

ICY - ITZY

Black Mamba - aespa

Impurities - LE SSERAFIM

Pomefiore

Viola Schoenheit:

Pose - Red Velvet

Vogue - Alexa

I'm a B - Hwasa

Woman - BoA

Snapping - Chungha

ME - CLC

Movie Star - MIJOO

Rochelle Hunt:

Love Shot - EXO (She's a Huntress and a total simp, so this song feels fitting somehow. lol)

BEcause - Dreamcatcher (She a stalker, so this song is quite fitting and I feel like if a character were likely to go yandere, it'd be her. lol)

Peekaboo - Red Velvet

Psycho - Red Velvet (She ain't actually psycho, but the song just sounds like something she'd listen to.)

I Like It Pt.2 - BTS (Another Japanese release)

Elise Felmier:

District 9 - Stray Kids

I Will Show You - Ailee

N.O - BTS

Apple - GFRIEND

Fairytail - Dreamcatcher

The Great Mermaid - LE SSERAFIM

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud:

Blue & Grey - BTS (For when she feels down)

Red Light - F(X)

In The Frozen - Dreamcatcher

Bomb - Alexa

BBoom BBoom - Momoland

Orthea Shroud:

Alien - Lee Suhyun (It's a bop and Idk, I feel like it just works somehow)

FINGERTIP - GFRIEND

Blue Bird - April

Diasomnia

Mallea Draconia:

Let Me In - Haseul (LOONA)

Fantasy - Pink Fantasy

Entrancing - Dreamcatcher (Siyeon solo)

MAMA - EXO-K

Full Moon - Dreamcatcher

Lillia Vanrouge:

Poison - Pink Fantasy

Tension - Dreamcatcher

Delight - Rolling Quartz

Lucifer - SHINee

Sins Of Society - DUOXINI (Okay, so this group is a thrash metal group, but they are still Korean and well, when I put Kpop, I meant other genres of music in Korea too.)

No Celestial - LE SSERAFIM

Sylvia:

Rainy Day - Dreamcatcher

Be Calm - Hwasa (Mamamoo)

Rain - Taeyeon

Fifth Season - Oh My Girl

Dreamcatcher - GFRIEND

Bicycle - RM

Serena Zigvolt:

(Had some trouble thinking of songs for this character.)

MAISON - Dreamcatcher

Kill This Love - Blackpink (It has that military-like sound and it feels pretty fitting)

Picky Picky - Weki Meki

Overdose - EXO