#i'm so torn😓

[maxtermind]

please i'm begging you (please don't feel pressured if your life is busy 💕) we need pt 2 to the angst i can't handle this 😭 my heart 💔 the writing is too good that i'm feeling things 😓

was i stupid to love you?

★ : summary :: when he downplays your feelings ★ : feat :: max verstappen, lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris ★ : genre :: angst; hurt/comfort ★ : word count :: 4.6k ★ : a/n :: open ending, don't forget to vote after so i can get a bit of feedback :3 kinda rushed so might contain lots of typos sorryyyy!!

( part 1 )

Charles Leclerc

The house party buzzed with music and laughter, a cacophony that drowned your thoughts as you stormed through the crowded rooms. Your heart raced with a mix of anger and hurt, knowing Charles was right on your tail, determined to catch you before you could reach Arthur.

Your boyfriend’s hand wrapped around yours just as his brother turned around to look at you guys. You stomped your feet as you shook your head to dismiss Arthur and follow your boyfriend who quietly kissed your head in gratitude before you could step away.

”What is going on with you?!” Your voice trembled with barely contained fury as you confronted Charles in a quieter corner.

Charles sighed, his brow furrowing in frustration. ”I don’t know, baby. I’m so sorry—”

”You told me off when you should know that I’m right!” Your voice rose involuntarily. ”She fucking leaned in thinking that you were gonna choose her.”

”Y/N, please listen to me,” Charles said earnestly, stepping closer to you. ”I messed up. I know. But I would, never in a hundred years, choose anyone let alone her over you.”

You looked into Charles' eyes, seeing the sincerity and pain reflected in them. Your anger began to melt, replaced by a swirl of conflicting emotions.

”You’re just saying what I want to hear and I don't like it,” you said, your voice softer now, searching for clarity.

”It’s the truth,” Charles declared, his voice tinged with regret. ”I know I’ve hurt you baby and I'm sorry for that but I can’t— I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I watched you leave with my brother. Let me drop you home, okay?”

Tears welled up in your eyes, frustration and hurt mixing with the love you still felt for him. Charles gently took your hands in his, his touch warm and comforting.

”Y/N, please,” Charles pleaded, his voice raw with emotion. ”I never want to make you feel like you need to run away from me. I want to talk this out, please give me a chance to make things right.”

You hesitated, feeling torn between wanting to forgive him and the pain of betrayal still fresh in your heart.

”Okay,” you finally whispered, feeling emotionally drained. ”Let's go.”

Charles nodded, relief washing over his face. He led you out of the noisy party, his grip on your hand tight and reassuring. The cool night air outside provided a stark contrast to the heated emotions inside.

As Charles drove you home, neither of you spoke. The silence was filled with unspoken words and the weight of what had just transpired. But Charles kept stealing glances at you, his eyes full of regret and love.

When you arrived at your shared apartment, Charles parked the car but made no move to get out. He turned to you, his expression soft and vulnerable.

”I'll leave if you want me to,” Charles said quietly, his voice tinged with sorrow. ”But please, Y/N, give us a chance to talk tomorrow. I'll do whatever it takes to make this right.”

You looked at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes and the love that still lingered despite everything. Tears fell down your cheeks as you nodded slowly.

”I need time,” you admitted softly, your voice barely audible. ”Time to sort through this.”

Charles nodded understandingly, reaching out to gently wipe away your tears. ”Take all the time you need,” he said softly, his thumb caressing your cheek. ”I'll be here, whenever you're ready.”

”Where will you go?” You asked, not wanting to leave just yet.

”To your brother’s house,” he joked and smiled cheekily when you let out a small laugh.

”I love you,” Charles continued and seemed satisfied when you saw your tinted cheeks, giving into the temptation to kiss your hand. ”I’ll stay at Arthur's for the night.”

With that, you stepped out of the car, your heart heavy with conflicting emotions. You watched Charles drive away, feeling the distance between you both but knowing that perhaps, with time, you could find a way back to each other.

Lando Norris

You sat in the break room at work, your lunch untouched in front of you. The memories of last night’s events still stung, the image of her hand on Lando’s thigh and the lipstick on his collar replaying in your mind.

Just as you were about to take a sip of water, the door swung open, and there he was, your— ex? —boyfriend, looking desperate and determined. You knew there was a possibility he’d try to catch you at work given that you’d taken away all other means.

”Y/N, can I please?” he said, his voice pleading as he pointed towards the hallway.

You nodded reluctantly and led him to an empty hall, away from prying eyes. The silence was deafening as you stood there, waiting for him to speak.

You nodded reluctantly and led him to an empty conference room, away from prying eyes. The silence was deafening as you stood there, waiting for him to speak.

”Y/N, please,” he started, his voice trembling slightly. ”I’m so sorry about last night.”

You crossed your arms, leaning against the table. ”Bet you had a good time, huh?”

”No, I didn't,” Lando said in disbelief before he took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. ”Nothing that happened there was intentional. We were all drinking, and she... she got too close. I should have pushed her away. I’m sorry.”

You scoffed, anger bubbling up again, finally fired up enough to speak your mind. ”Her hand was on your fucking thigh, Lando. And your collar— her lipstick was all over it. How do you explain that?”

He winced, clearly pained by the memory. ”I know it looks bad, but it wasn’t what it seemed. She leaned in close to talk to me, and I didn’t realize she had left a mark. It was a— just a stupid mistake, and I should have been more aware.”

”More aware?” you echoed, your voice rising. ”You should have cared about how it would make me feel! Instead, you shrugged it off like it was nothing.”

”I didn’t mean to shrug it off,” he said, stepping closer. ”I was wrong. I should have reassured you, should have shown you that you’re the only one that matters to me. Baby, please just let me—”

You looked away, the pain still fresh. ”It’s not just about the lipstick or her hand. It’s about how you made me feel like I was overreacting, like my feelings didn’t matter.”

”They do matter,” he said, his voice breaking. ”More than anything. I was an idiot. I should have pushed her away immediately. I should have come to you and told you everything before you saw it for yourself.”

”You know I only want you,” he added softly, his eyes pleading with you.

You shook your head, trying to hold back tears. ”That’s the thing, Lando. I don’t know that. I actually believe that y— you don’t at all.”

Lando’s eyes filled with tears as a broken whisper of your name left his mouth. ”I h.. have never, I never will. Ever.” He stressed. ”Want anyone— need anyone the way I want you.”

You kept quiet as you looked at him trying to catch himself. Lending him your hand that he squeezed in return.

”I can’t believe you would ever believe that but I understand and, I promise… I’ll be more mindful, more respectful. I’ll make sure everyone knows I’m taken, that I’m yours. Please, give me a chance to make it right.”

The weight of his words hung in the air, and you let out a slow breath, trying to not have a breakdown at your workplace. ”It’s going to take time, Lando. Trust isn’t rebuilt overnight.”

”I know,” he said, relief washing over his features. ”And I’m willing to do whatever it takes. I’ll prove to you that I’m worthy of your trust.”

”Okay,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. ”I’ll give it a thought, Lando. But if you hurt me again, we’re done.”

”I understand,” he said, his voice filled with determination. ”Thank you, Y/N. I won’t let you down.”

Max Verstappen

The streets were bustling with late-night revelers, their laughter and chatter a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside you. The restaurant's neon sign flickered as you stepped out into the cool night air, your phone clenched tightly in your hand.

Three hours. You had waited for three hours, hoping Max would show up for your anniversary dinner, only to find out from the story of your mutual friend that he was out with her again.

On your anniversary.

You made your way through the crowded streets, not caring where you ended up. You just needed to get away, to think, to process the hurt and betrayal. Your phone buzzed incessantly in your pocket, but you ignored it. Max's calls and messages could wait. Right now, you needed space.

After wandering aimlessly for a while, you found yourself at the edge of the city, near the river. The quiet contrast of the flowing water was a welcome change from the city's noise. You sat on a bench, pulling your jacket tighter around you as a light drizzle began to fall. The soft patter of rain on the water's surface was soothing, but it didn’t dull the ache in your heart.

Minutes turned into an hour, and the rain intensified. Your phone buzzed again, and this time you glanced at it. Last message from Max was a minute ago

Max: Y/N, please. Where are you? Let me explain. I’m looking for you.

You sighed, wiping away the raindrops mixed with your tears. Your fingers hovered over the screen before you finally typed a reply.

You: By the river. Near the old bridge.

You didn’t know why you told him, but some part of you wanted to hear him out. To understand why he kept doing this. Why would he even waste time with you if he was already in love with someone else?

God. Even the thought of that brought up a real pain in your chest. The rain fell harder, and you huddled under the small awning of a nearby building, trying to stay somewhat dry.

After what felt like an eternity, you saw a figure running towards you through the rain. It was Max, drenched and breathless. He slowed as he approached, his eyes filled with worry and regret. HIs clothes were all over the place, untucked and wrinkled and you only drew the worst conclusion.

”Y/N,” he gasped, stopping a few feet away. ”Thank God, you're okay.”

You stood up, arms crossed defensively. ”You’ve got five minutes, Max. Make it count.”

He nodded, taking a step closer. ”I’m so sorry, Y/N. I know I’ve let you down. I was with her tonight because she’s going through a really rough time. She had no one else to turn to.”

You narrowed your eyes, the skepticism clear. ”On our anniversary? How convenient.”

He flinched at your tone but didn’t back down. ”I know it’s no excuse. I should have told you. I thought I could help her quickly and still make it to dinner. I didn’t realize it would take so long.”

You shook your head, the anger bubbling up again. ”This isn’t the first time, Max. How many times have I had to wonder if she’s really just a friend? How many times have you put her before me?”

Max stepped closer, his eyes pleading. ”I’ve been blind, Y/N. I didn’t see how much I was hurting you. There’s nothing romantic between us. She’s just a friend, and she needed my help. But I see now that I’ve been unfair to you.”

Tears mixed with the rain on your cheeks. ”I don’t know if I can keep doing this, Max. The constant worry, the feeling like I’m not enough. It’s tearing me apart.”

He reached out, tentatively taking your hand. ”You are more than enough, Y/N. I’ve been an idiot, and I’m so sorry. I love you, and I don’t want to lose you.”

You looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of deception. All you saw was sincerity and regret. ”How can I trust you again, Max? What did she even need help with?”

He squeezed your hand gently. ” She saw her ex at the club and he was being an asshole. I just went over for five to put him in his place when one of her friends posted the story. I’m sorry for the delay, baby. I know I should've been more transparent about everything. Just please, give me a chance to make things right.”

”Is she okay?” You took a shaky breath, your heart aching with the desire to believe him and he exhaled when you pulled him under the shit excuse of shelter you had from the rain.

”She’s okay. I promise I won't ever embarrass you this way again, baby. You won’t ever have to sit and wonder if I'm bailing because I found someone else or not.” Max took another deep breath. ”I never will, baby, you are the only one I want. I will never find anyone.”

You closed your eyes, the tears spilling over as you hugged him. ”I wanna go home.”

”Okay let’s go home, baby.” Max gently cupped your face, his thumbs brushing away your tears. ”But I need you to know. You are my priority, Y/N. I’ll never let you feel otherwise again. I love you more than anything, and I’ll spend every day proving it to you.”

You leaned into his touch, feeling a flicker of hope amidst the pain as you hugged him.

He sighed again, closing his eyes to soak in this. ”Happy anniversary, baby. I love you”

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a tired smile.

Carlos Sainz

Carlos's pleas had grown quieter, the urgency in his voice replaced with a softness that seemed to seep through the crack under the door.

You could hear his breath hitching, a clear sign that he was on the verge of breaking down himself. But you couldn’t get yourself to stand up as you sat on the bed, knees drawn to your chest, tears still streaming down your face as you tried to block out the sound.

”Y/N, please,” he choked out, and you could hear the tears in his voice now. ”I'm so sorry. I... I don't know what else to say. I can't lose you.”

The sincerity and raw emotion in his voice cut through you in a vicious manner, and against your better judgment, you found yourself getting up. You hesitated for a moment, your hand hovering over the doorknob, before finally opening the door just a crack.

Carlos was standing there, his eyes red and swollen from crying. When he saw you, a look of profound relief washed over his face. ”Thank you,” he whispered.

You stepped back, letting him in. He walked in slowly, as if afraid to invade your space, and you closed the door behind him. The silence was heavy, each second stretching into an eternity.

”I'm so sorry,” Carlos said again, his voice trembling. ”I swear, I didn't know she was going to kiss me. If I had known, I would have never invited her. I would never do anything to hurt you intentionally.”

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your own shaking voice. ”But you did invite her, Carlos. And I told you to cut her off so many times. Why didn't you listen?”

He ran a hand through his hair, looking utterly defeated. ”I thought... I thought we were just friends. I didn't realize she felt that way about me. And when she kissed me, I was so shocked. I— I froze. I'm an idiot. I should have pushed her away immediately.”

”You should have,” you echoed, your voice breaking as you recalled that scene and it felt like someone was physically stabbing you. ”Do you have any idea how much it hurt to see that?”

Carlos stepped closer, his eyes pleading. ”I know, and I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I love you, Y/N. You're the only one I want to be with.”

You looked down, tears falling onto the floor. ”How do I know that, Carlos? How do I know you won't let this happen again?”

He gently took your hands in his, his touch warm and reassuring. ”Because I can’t ever go through this again. I don’t want to know what it feels like to almost lose you. I'll cut her off completely. I promise you, baby, just, anything— it will never happen again.”

You pulled your hands away, wrapping your arms around yourself protectively. ”It's not just about cutting her off, Carlos. I can never get that image out of my brain now. What if you just wake up tomorrow that you didn’t get rid of her because yo— you…?”

You trailed off but Carlos understood and immediately shook his head. ”No,” he said firmly. ”I will never wake up with anyone other than you in my heart. You’re the one I love, the one I am going to live my life with.”

He didn’t let you speak as he carried on,”I understand. Trust is earned, not given. And I'll do whatever it takes to earn it back. I'll prove to you that you can trust me.”

You sighed, feeling the weight of his words. ”I want to believe you. But it's going to take time. A lot of time.”

”I know,” he said softly. ”And I'm willing to wait. I'll wait as long as it takes for you to trust me again. Just please, don't shut me out. Let me be there for you.”

You looked into his eyes, seeing the genuine remorse and love in them. Despite everything, a part of you still loved him deeply. ”Okay,” you whispered. ”But you have to understand, it's going to be hard. I'm still hurt, and it's going to take a while for me to heal.”

Carlos nodded, a flicker of hope in his eyes. ”I'll be patient. I'll be here for you, no matter what. And I'll do everything I can to make it right.”

”Alright.” You nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope yourself. ”Just... don't make me regret it.”

”I won't,” Carlos stepped closer, tentatively reaching out to wipe a tear from your cheek. ”I love you, Y/N. More than anything.”

You gave him a small as you leaned into his touch, feeling a mix of emotions, ”I love you too, Carlos. That's why this hurts so much.”

He pulled you into a gentle hug, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. ”We'll get through this. Together.”

Lewis Hamilton

You paced around your apartment, the anger and hurt from the argument still fresh. The silence after the exchange with Lewis was deafening. You couldn’t believe he said those things. Your phone buzzed on the couch, but you ignored it, needing space to process.

A knock on your door interrupted your thoughts. It was loud and persistent. You hesitated, hoping it wasn’t who you thought it was.

”Y/N, please open up. I need to talk to you,” Lewis’s voice came through the door, sounding desperate.

You took a deep breath and opened the door. Your boyfriend stood there, looking remorseful.

”What do you want, Lewis?” you asked, your voice cold.

”Can I come in? Please, we need to talk,” he pleaded.

You stepped aside reluctantly, letting him in. He walked into the living room, turning to face you with regret etched on his face.

”I’m sorry, Y/N,” he started, his voice soft as he ran a hand over his face. ”I didn’t mean what I said. I was frustrated— but that’s no excuse.”

”You really hurt me,” you said, crossing your arms defensively knowing you had to support yourself before you start crying again. ”And you were so fucking cruel about it!”

”I know, and I hate that I did that to you,” he replied, his eyes sincere. ”I’ve been spending too much time with her, and I’ve been blind to how it’s been affecting you— us. Affecting us.”

”Why do you keep seeing her then? If she’s just a friend, why does it feel like she’s more important than me?” you demanded, your voice shaking.

”She’s not more important than you,” he said quickly. ”I’ve let the boundaries blur, and I didn’t realize how much it was hurting you. I’m sorry.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you blinked them away. This was not what you expected. You were ready for a fight, sure that Lewis would come with his own weapons out but this was undoing you.

”It’s not just about her, Lewis. It’s about us. You’ve been distant, and I feel like I’m losing you.”

Lewis nodded, looking pained and sick. ”You’re not losing me, Y/N. I’ve been an idiot, and I’ve taken you for granted. I want to fix this.”

”How?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. Desperately clinging onto him to make amends because you couldn’t see any in hindsight.

”By being more present, by setting boundaries, and by showing you every day how much you mean to me,” he said, taking your hands in his. ”Please give me a chance to make this right.”

”Words aren’t enough anymore,” you said, looking down at your joined hands.

”I know,” he nodded. ”But I'm willing to go through any lengths, I’ll prove to you that you’re my priority.”

You searched his eyes, seeing the determination and regret. ”I want to trust you,” as your voice cracked, the very first tear fell down your face and Lewis immediately grabbed you as he pulled you to lay your head on his chest.

”I can’t though— I wish I could but I can't get hurt again.”

”I understand and I promise you can shoot me if I hurt you again” he said. ”I love you, Y/N. I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right.”

You leaned into his embrace, feeling a flicker of hope amidst the pain. ”I love you too.” You felt him take a sigh as he held you tight against his warm body.

”And I need you to understand that my feelings are valid,” you continued as you soaked his shirt with your tears. ”When I tell you something bothers me, I need you to listen and not dismiss it.”

”I promise I’ll listen,” he said, his voice full of sincerity. ”I’ll do better because losing you would end me.”

You took a deep breath, feeling a weight lift slightly. As you stood there in your boyfriend’s arms, you realized that healing would take time but there was no one else you would rather heal with. Though only time could tell what the future held for you.

Oscar Piastri

You closed your eyes as you heard the door of your best friend's apartment being knocked on again. Your mind was a whirlwind of emotions—anger, betrayal, sadness.

You replayed the messages over and over in your head, each one cutting deeper than the last as you contemplated whether letting Oscar in would be a good decision. You finally made the decision when you heard the neighbor’s lock moving.

You pulled him in before they could open their door or call the cops and finally took a look at him. He looked disheveled. His eyes were red from holding unshed tears as they glossed over once he finally took you in.

”Y/N,” Oscar started, moving towards you with open arms. ”Thanks for letting me in.”

”I almost didn't.” You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to keep your voice steady as you stepped away from his open arms. ”But you were waking up the whole damn building.”

Oscar nodded, looking down at the ground. ”I deserve that.” You took a deep breath, desperate to get this over with.

”Why, Oscar? Why did you lie to me?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. ”I... I was scared you'd get upset. I thought if I told you the truth, you'd leave me.”

”And now?” you scoffed, your voice rising. ”You think I'm not upset now? You think lying to me makes it any better?”

He stepped closer, his eyes pleading. ”Y/N, I made a mistake. A huge mistake. But nothing happened between me and her, I swear. We were drunk, and she sat on my lap for a picture. It was stupid and irresponsible, but that's all it was.”

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. ”Do you have any idea how that made me feel? Seeing her on your lap after you told me she wasn't even going to be there?”

Oscar reached out to touch your arm, but you stepped back once again and his eyes brimmed with tears. ”Y/N, please. I love you. I was an idiot, but I love you. I need you to believe that.”

You wiped your eyes, trying to compose yourself. ”How can I believe you, Oscar? When I don't even know if you really want me?”

He swallowed hard, his tears finally falling out of his eyes. Oscar looked defeated as if he was fighting a battle already lost.

”Please don’t say that. You’re the only person I want. I'll do whatever it takes to earn your trust back. I'll never lie to you again. I'll be completely honest, even if it's something I think will hurt you. Just... please give me a chance to make it right.”

You looked at him, searching his face for any sign of deception. You saw only earnest regret and a desperate longing for forgiveness. You wanted to believe him, but the hurt was still so raw.

”I don't know if I can,” you whispered. ”You've broken my trust, Oscar. And that's not something you can just fix with words.”

He nodded slowly. ”I know. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes. I'll go to counseling, I'll give you access to my phone, my social media, anything you need to feel secure. Just please, don’t give up on us.”

You stood in silence for a moment, the weight of the situation heavy in the air. You looked around the dimly lit apartment, as you took a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts.

”Okay,” you said finally. ”I’m willing to discuss this in the morning. But if you lie to me again, if you hurt me again, we're done. Do you understand?”

Oscar's face lit up with a mixture of relief and determination as his chest heaved. ”I understand. I promise you, Y/N, I'll never give you a reason to doubt me again.”

You nodded, as your lips quivered. ”I hope so. Because I don't think I can go through this again.”

He stepped closer, cautiously taking your hand. You allowed it, feeling the warmth of his touch. ”Thank you,” he said softly. ”I won't let you down.”

You stood together, still holding hands. The silence between you was different now—tentative, but with a flicker of understanding. You had a long way to go, but for the first time since those fateful messages, you felt like maybe, just maybe, not all was lost.

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[odileeclipse]

(I'm not good at grammar, sorry) Hi! could you do a emo Pure vanilla-- i mean Truthless recluse x fem!reader pls✨

maybe reader is his lover or his important cookie. who get attacked for protect him or try to save him from falling from the spire. instead, she fell down. like... reader know pv is so powerful. but because she love and care so much about him that make her decide to do that so immediately. i just want to know if he'll have any reaction. or not at all😓

A/N Don't worry I understand the gist of it! Please enjoy <3

Truthless Recluse (Emo Pure Vanilla) x Reader

The sky cracked like a mirror, splitting open in jagged lines of blue and gold. The spire trembled beneath your feet, the howling wind tearing at your form as you reached for him your beloved, your broken king, the once-radiant Pure Vanilla Cookie now lost within the hollow husk of the Truthless Recluse. He stood at the edge, robes billowing like torn parchment, eyes vacant as if the world itself no longer held meaning. The abyss below yawned wide, an infinite maw waiting to claim him. You didn’t think. You didn’t hesitate. You moved. Your hands reached for him. Instinct, love, desperation. And for a moment, you felt him beneath your fingertips. The warmth of him, however dimmed, still there, still alive. But then, a force. A terrible, unseen blow, slicing through the air like a blade of void itself. And it wasn’t him who fell. It was you. Your body lurched backward, the world slipping from beneath you as the wind screamed past your ears. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You saw his face above you, strands of once-luminous hair falling forward as he gazed down, unblinking, expression unreadable. A porcelain mask. A marble statue. Did he reach for you? Did his hand move, even slightly, as you plummeted toward oblivion? You couldn’t tell. All you could see were those empty, vacant eyes. Eyes that once held love, now reflecting nothing but the cold, unfeeling sky. A part of you still hoped. Even as the darkness swallowed you whole.

The wind settled. The echoes of your fall dissipated. Truthless Recluse stood there, unmoving, staring down at the space where you once were. The world was silent. His robes, still ruffled by the ghost of the wind, slowly came to rest. His hands one slightly outstretched, fingers curled ever so slightly lowered to his side. A blink. A breath. And then, nothing. No sound. No cry. No fury. Only the same emptiness as before. He turned away. Walked back into the hollow halls of his solitude. As if you had never been there at all. But If one were to look closely, just closely enough. Perhaps they would see the faintest tremor in his step. Or the way his fingers curled just a little too tightly around the staff he no longer deserved to wield. Or maybe, on the cold stone floor of that spire, something unseen fell, A single, silent tear. Lost. Just like you

[nucrests]

playing in CAS & trying different hairstyles on Reina but now I'm so torn with which hair I love best on her 😓

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

I'm torn!!! I love that Mitsuya narrating the revengers fairytale (his voice is so soothing!), but I also want to see him in various costumes 🥹🥹🥹

In general, I feel like as supposedly the one with great fashion sense, Mitsuya doesn't get (the opportunity) to dress as well as the others 😓😓😓

We need an episode where either Draken or Hakkai are babysitting Luna and Mana and they're the one reading the story instead. That way Mitsuya get's to be in the story (and knowing either of those two Mitsuya would probably be the mc).

[sheyfu]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

》 ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: [ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ!] ᴍɪᴋᴀɢᴇ ʀᴇᴏ x ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ʜᴜʜᴜ 😓 ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇꜱ!)

》 ᴄᴡ: ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ (ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ); ᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ; ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴘʟᴏᴛ; ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪʟʏ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰʀᴇᴀᴅ; ʀᴇᴀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ʙᴀɴɢᴇʀ 💛

》 ᴡᴄ: 270

mikage reo watches your peaceful state of slumber. i’m such a creep, he thinks. yet, he can’t stop looking at you—you’re beautiful. he loves everything about you. your figure dressed in one of his shirts, your long eyelashes framing your face ever so gently, and the way your chest rises with each slow and deep breath you take.

you’re simply breathtaking. 

he recalls the previous night with you—sharing deep and loving kisses and him declaring his undying love for you. 

i love you so much. can’t imagine living in a world with no us.

is what mikage reo whispered in your ear as you cuddled after making love to each other. 

his daydreaming is interrupted by the sound of your alarm right by his ear. he hurriedly reaches for the button knowing if you’d wake up in the middle of the night, you wouldn’t be able to sleep–

wait. the middle of the night? 

a few beats of silence pass until he hears a deep and groggy voice say the words he would come to despise.

"20th of july in the year 2024. 10:14 p.m." 

the night of your anniversary. 

he thinks fate is playing games on him as he watches your body get covered in white cloth; the solemn looks of the people around him as they watch two destined lovers get torn by fate. 

the 20th of july, the most important day for the both of you—the day you got together.

yet, mikage reo never imagined that the 20th of july would be the day you’d leave him, 

and the night he dies looking at you. 

HIIII i said i wouldn't post on sundays but this is to celebrate me getting a hundred notes on my smau!! also i'm so sorry im on a sad streak rn i promise i'll post more happy stuff soon 😭😭😭 ALSO!! just to clarify, reo doesn't die 😭😭 it's like, a part of him just dies because you're like his other half MHMMM BUT YEAHH i hope this was enjoyable for everyone! reblogs, comments and likes are very much appreciated!! again, thank you for the support!! stay tuned for more bangers >:)

[pressplay-if]

omg I'm that glass animals zima anon I feel so slow after that other person😭😭😭 im just bad at imagining ppl w/o like pictures cuz I'm a visual person😓 and daves face is just really what I picture for some reason

anyways apologies guys!! still love the if and I've been torn between Stevie and Lincoln after seeing all these posts abt ppls mcs and Stevie😭😭

lol don't apologize!! Also I'm really happy to see Stevie get some love after everyone's been tormenting her XD

[shikariiin]

Here I am again!!! I hope you'll notice 🙏🙏🙏🙏Because I NEED your responses again 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 If you would be so kind 🥺I'll start again in order:

About AU:1.Why was the experiment with Thomas necessary? What was the plan to do with him next? Why was it necessary for Gresley and Furness road?2.Can a locomotive die from "human" injuries incompatible with life? Can you tell more about the differences between industrial type and biological type?

About Alice:1.Did any of the locomotives, besides Molly and Spencer, work with Alice for the army?2. Did Alice and Spencer work on the front lines or on the home front?(probably a stupid question, but I'm a bit not sure how it's work)3.How did Spencer, Alice, and Molly react to the end of the war?

About Spencer:1.Did Spencer enjoy working for the military? Would he like to go back to them again or did he enjoy working for the Duke more? What are his thoughts on the military orders and system? If Spencer could, would he want to put Thomas in a military academy to get him to stop being cheeky?Does he like having a military rank in his current life, and how has military service and war affected his behaviour?2.Everything is clear with tormented Alice 😓 But was Spencer happy in his marriage? Did he wish he didn't have that forced relationship too, or did he not care/he was in favour? Did he have a mistress? And how did the marriage affect him later in life, if at all? Was it hard for both of them to agree to the marriage, to sleep(🌚) together(how did they even do it ×.×) and to get along together at all?3.Does anyone know (besides you, of course, heh) that Spencer's cane is a weapon, and are there any laws restricting him from using it? What part of this cane is dangerous?? So interesting ×^×4.How bad is Spencer? I mean, is it something like "overly arrogant patriarchal psychotic bastard" or is there something else about him? Something good, or something even worse? Could he have hit Thomas or any other child? Outside of his relationship with Alice, has he behaved decently to other people?5.What is Spencer's attitude towards diesels? There are a lot of them on the mainland after all o.O

We'll go over this again oh Im excited!!

About AU :

1. I'm assuming this is about the arranged marriage, BIOFORGE, the company who started all this hybrid engine, was the one who initiated it for the sake of making more hybrid the faster way, Only early Industrial engines was made with a reproductive system due to the shortage of materials somewhere down the line, is why it was necessary.

2. No Hybrid can die due to normal Human injuries (stabbing, gunshot, etc), An Industrial engine is more durable and more efficient, they are made without a digestive tract so does not require food, Biological engines takes a more human body, with complete set of organs, this draws a set back to them if they get stabbed, they won't bleed put but there will be complications, the only way to make them fully dead is by smelting/Scrapyards.

About Alice :

1. There's quite few more that works with her, but they make mo significant to her storyline, aka mostly just background characters :p

2. Alice is on the frontlines as a Medic/Medics transport, while Spencer is just transport

3. They all were assigned to other things (the duke, etc etc) but mostly relieved

About Spencer :

1. He liked it enough, but as a grand engine he much preferred being with the duke

2. He has no feelings towards the system but is supportive of any decisions Bioforge made.

3. No he wouldn't, he love his son despite the circumstances, and his current weird situation with them ajdhsjskw

4. He was happy, deep inside he had regrets, but his Ego got the best of him, force or not he loved Alice dearly, but he's not the best for her.

5. He flirts around, but he doesn't have a mistress (which was, surprisingly, his choice)

6. It severely affected Spencer, both on his torn emotions and Reputation

7. They got along in few moments, how they slept together is in with consent from both of them, is anyone was worried about that ajdhssj

8. No one knows his cane is a weapon, no laws restrict him from using it, and the dangerous part would be the sword imbedded within

9. His character is a gray area leaning towards evil, he wants to be kinder and loved, but his ego make him irredeemable.

10. No he wouldn't hit Thomas, or any other children (unless those children are in his way ig).

11. No he has not behave any decently andhsjs

12. I made most of the diesels (not all) work for Spencer, like an underling :p

Thank you so much for the ask! Sorry it took so long,,,

🩵🩵🩵

[trippinsorrows]

Did I hear you're writing a book?! When am I going to be able to throw money at you to buy it? 😭💗

ahhh, hi, friend! 🥺❤️

i am! 🥺 doing it apprehensively but doing it nonetheless! 😭

gawwww, i'm so torn if i want to self-publish. i just wanna write it first and decide from there if i have the balls to throw it out to the world 😓

[ghoulotica]

Finally added like a proper response to the personality bit instead of just copying and pasting the intro of vhd LMAO. I was soooo torn between labrynth and the dark crystal but then I thought about it more and I was like. Elektra probably wants to be a gelfling. She'd be a dousan or a grottan probs...

Now, the "She quietly wonders if she's doing the right thing" (Well, no.) part. I'm gonna be so honest...That's Dio's biggest fan, his BFF even. She's a double agent who totally hates the Joestars

Also, this isn't mentioned in any of that but she's slightly witchy! (I feel like this is very obvious in knight of wands though...) I wanted to take those victorian gothic tropes from part 1 and shove them into her...

Here's a close-up of that second drawing! And Oingo Boingo Elektra

Anyway, here's Knight of Wands! Ele hates him, essentially. He has two main functions! 1. alysídakinesis, kinda. he has like these "wands" he can make appear which then burst chains out upon striking something and 2. tracking via consuming blood samples, basically a hunting dog with heightened senses and all. He's so so so so sentient

This one's so old and I kinda hate it but it's like my only proper jotra art😓😓😓😓😓also jotamullet

Here's a high school Ele...she starts a shitty band with her besties post part 3. And a part 4 Ele!!!!! With my favorite outfit on her!!!!!!!!!!! Don't ask her what she was doing between 1984 and 88

Made these little drawings for a voice claim tiktok. The best they've ever looked honestly

[sdv-confessions]

I'm so conflicted on who to marry on my main save 😓😓 I like having a spouse in the farmhouse but I can't choose so I might just roommate krobus and date everyone else? i kind of like my farmer being FWB with everybody but I'm also dating Emily and Alex rn and I love them (and I like getting spouse dialog at festivals and stuff) so I'm torn :(

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[cal-coathanger]

I will be writing this about the enoch from the movie!!

TW: blood and death mention

Instead of olive, enoch was hurt and you confess to him when you think he's gone, except he doesn't get up okay, he really is injured </3

I know I'm switching up a few details but it's for the plot :3

Holy shit I wrote more than expected, I'm sorry i kinda ended it on a cliffhanger I'm on the verge of sleep and I didn't want to lose my flow by continuing it after I woke up😓

This was a request!! (I'm still taking more requests <3)

You hastily get up after defeating the last wight after a long struggle, looking around frantically to make sure everyone was present and unharmed. You breathe a sigh of relief when you see everyone unharmed, feeling peace only for a second before your heart drops. Where is enoch? Emma and Jake had returned, but enoch was nowhere in sight.

"Wheres enoch?" You ask, your voice wavering as you speak.

Your stomach churns as Emma and Jake turn to eachother with confused and concerned looks.

Emma looks around carefully, her face going pale as she realizes that enoch was the only one missing.

Immediately everyone scatters, searching the halls and all of the rows of seats for the missing boy.

You walk slowly, your legs feeling weak and heavy, your mind spinning with anxiety. You knew something was wrong, you could feel it in your gut. The thought of what you knew you would find making your heart pound. It felt as though you were suffocating, your chest growing tighter with each step down to the basement, the place he had last been seen going.

The air grows frigid and heavy, making you shiver.

A splatter of blood on the wall nearby makes your heart stop.

It could be a wight's, or it could be enoch's.

As you approach, you notice a trail of blood on the ground, heavy streaks coating the dirty floor as though someone had been dragging themself across it.

And despite all of your silent prayers, you see it.

A leg sticking out from behind the corner, you Immediately recognize his shoe, and the leg of his pants.

Your body is frozen in place, completely stopped in your tracks.

You push through it, ignoring the possible danger and gripping the knife you had left in your pocket.

Approaching slowly, you hear nothing but faint raspy breathing.

Enoch is laying on the ground, at the end of the blood trail in a pool of dark thick blood. A few feet away is a wight, laying completely still, seemingly dead, but that's not your worry right now.

You can feel the contents of your stomach threatening to spill, but you swallow it away and rush to his side.

There's a deep gash in enoch's side, his once clean and neat shirt torn to shreds around the gash.

"Fuck, fuck fuck fuck" you whisper, dropping to your knees and quickly tearing off your sweater and pressing it to the gash. You can feel him flinch as he emits a low groan.

"Enoch? ENOCH" you exclaim, frantically pressing down harder to stop the bleeding as you watch his face.

He's pale, paler than usual, his face smeared with blood and dirt.

He gives no response, just a faint raspy cough.

"Oh my god, oh my god" you whisper, "you're going to be okay, you're okay? Right? You have to be okay. I can't do this without you. You have to be fucking okay"

He gives no response, laying eerily still with only a faint rise and fall of his chest, getting weaker with each passing minute.

"Please, please enoch you can't do this to me, it's not fucking fair, you can't do this. There's so much I never even told you, I need you to be okay, i- I can't live without you, I'd have nothing left." You beg desperately, hunching over on his chest as tears start to spill down your face.

"Enoch please, you mean everything to me, i- you make everything better, I wake up and the first thing i think of is you, I go to sleep thinking of you, I look for you in everything and everyone, you make every day worth it for me, just please be okay, you can't fucking do this to me" you sob, putting all of your weight into holding down the sweater to his wound, feeling his hot, sticky blood seeping through onto your hands.

You sit back up, searching his face for any response, but there's nothing.

You know he's going to die, there's no way he'd survive this amount of blood loss.

You let out a deep sigh, your breath wavering as you breathe back in.

"I love you enoch, I always have" you whisper softly as you lean down, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

"I'm sorry i never said it before, and I'm sorry if wasn't here to save you" your voice breaks as you speak, fresh tears falling down your face.

Your body shakes with sudden intense sobs, allowing yourself to fall back onto his chest as you wail your heart out.

Everyone can now hear you, frantically rushing to the source of the wailing. One by one the other peculiar children arrive, each reacting in different ways. Millard got sick, olive lead claire and bronwyn away, but not before they saw enochs still body and you hunched over him, sobbing so hard you didn't even notice the others.

After a moment Emma approaches you, placing her hand on your shoulder and gently guiding you away as Jake leans beside enoch, quickly tying the sweater around his abdomen and picking him up. Surprisingly Jake was stronger than he looked. Emma kept her arm around your waist as she led you after Jake and enoch, olive making sure no one else saw anything else as the four of you hastily made your way back to the boat, placing enoch in an empty room on a pile of the few clothes everyone had taken along. Olive took the rest of the children to another room, keeping them entertained.

"We need to get him to Mrs. Goldfinch's loop, she has a healer" Emma exclaims, pointing out the loop on the map, "her loop is nearby, it's only 40 minutes away by boat."

You stay silent, sat frozen by enoch's side, watching him intently while your mind went numb. The blood rushing in your ears is deafening, your body feels heavy and you can't form a single thought. All you can do is stare at the boy in front of you, the boy who had brought you all of the happiness and comfort you could have ever needed for the past however many years since you joined their loop.

Time rushes around you, and suddenly you're being nudged gently by Emma as Jake picks enoch back up.

You get up and follow Jake and Emma mindlessly.

They bring enoch 5 minutes away from shore, and into a tent, when you emerge from the tent you find yourself in a warm environment on a sunny day, the sand roads bustling with people, none of them seeming to notice any of you.

Jake quickens his pace, rushing enoch into a nearby bigger tent, made of royal blue silk.

Emma holds you back before you can go in.

"We have to wait here until we are invited in, I'm sorry" she whispers, you don't quite process her words, but you nod and stand completely still.

Around 20 painful dragging minutes later, a tall, thin man exits the tent.

"You may come in to see your friend" he says in a strange, crackling deep voice.

You dont pay attention. You immediately enter the tent, the interior turning into a large house.

Enoch is laid on the floor in the center of what looks like a ballroom, Jake is sitting nearby, dozed off.

You waste no time and sprint over to enoch, dropping at his side and scanning his body carefully.

The color has returned to his face, and his breathing is now stable.

He's dressed in new clothes, a loose white silk shirt and khaki pants.

He's not yet awake, but at least he's alive.

A small girl walks in from a door at the end of the ballroom. She approaches you both and looks at you sympathetically.

"You're lucky you got here when he did, he would have been gone forever if you had come just a minute later. We wouldn't have been able to revive him." She says carefully.

"Revive him?" You rasp out, gently reaching out to hold his hand.

The small girl nods.

"He was dead hun, we were barely able to bring him back, because of that we couldn't fully heal him. You'll have be careful with him, we don't want the wound reopening before it fully heals."

You look down at enoch sleeping peacefully in front of you. You can't respond, you don't know how to.

"I'll leave you be, feel free to bring the rest of your group and stay here for as long as you need, we'll get rooms set up for all of you." She says softly before walking away to talk to Jake.

You sit still, carefully watching the rise and fall of his chest, ignoring everyone and everything around you, barely noticing as the rest of the group is brought in, then led away, people checking on you, offering you food and water, or just coming to see enoch. You ignore everything except for the sight of your beloved breathing.

After a few hours, the small girl returns.

"I think it's safe to wake him now, as long as you promise to be gentle with him, he likely wont be up for longer than a few minutes at most" she says in her soft voice.

Finally, you look away from his body to glance up at her and nod.

The girl leans down and holds her palm to his chest, and enoch's eyes flutter open.

"Y/n?" He rasps, his voice barely audible.

You nod, feeling tears prick at your eyes again.

"I'm here enoch, it's okay" you whisper softly, feeling pure relief and adoration.

He let's out a deep breath, seemingly exhausted.

"I love you too" he rasps again, as his eyes flutter back shut, falling deep into sleep again.

You can feel your heart warm, and you squeeze his hand.

Everything will be okay.

[the-dirtiest-of-twenties]

ACOFAF (A Court of Fey and Flowers)

Pros: My all time favorite. Comfort media. Low mental commitment, with high serotonin reward.

Cons: None, except that I have already rewatched it at LEAST a dozen times, and maybe I should give another show a chance once in a while?

Mentopolis

Pros: SUCH a great season. Conrad and the Fix make me happy. Ultimate Found family, imo.

Cons: I feel like I need to pay attention to this one, and I'm not sure it grabs my attention enough to be able to do that?

Sophomore Year

Pros: All of them. Fucking LOVE this season. Great background noise AND I would get to re-live the FigAyda scenes? Love them!

Cons: HUGE time commitment. And yet. As soon as I start getting to my favorite episodes and the plot starts ramping up, the season is over before you know it?

Coffin Run

Pros: I mean. Come ON. Izzy is insane? Zac keeps eating paper? Jasmine gives out themed goodies that end up being important? AND I don't think I've rewatched this even a single time since it came out! That's criminal!

Cons: It's short 😓

The Unsleeping City

Pros: Goooooood season. Man, it's the intrepid heroes back at it! Every single dynamic is beautiful and priceless!

Cons: The characters are amazing, but the plot is just okay in my opinion? Idk maybe I'm just used to more of a 'mystery to unfold' rather than a sinister plot that's easy to follow from the beginning.

The Unsleeping City 2

Pros: INCREDIBLE season. New characters interacting with old! SO many happy couples! A fair bit of emotional investment, but still a really wonderful serotonin payoff in the end! The DRAGONS?????????? This season singlehandedly re-ignited my passion for storytelling! (Specifically because of Smoczmatka!) Damn, I'm almost convincing myself, here!

Cons: It's pretty long. Episodes are lengthy and it's also over zoom. Those two things put together make it harder to pay attention to.

Pirates of Leviathan

Pros: Wonderful cast brings back a small part of a previous season in a BIG way. Cheese! Myrtle! GARTHY O'BRIEN! I mean come ON!

Cons: A bit short for my liking. One of the PC's kinda gets on my nerves for several small reasons. (An opinion literally nobody shares with me, so I'll keep it to myself).

I'm SO TORN!!?!!

[Burrow's End gets an honorable mention because I just finished rewatching it like two weeks ago.]

[wantsobadminsung]

Guilty 😓 ❤️‍🩹 🌩️

I stood at the edge of the kitchen, the nervousness coursing through my veins like a turbulent river. My heart pounded loudly in my chest, threatening to give away my secret. I couldn't believe I was about to do something so reckless, so impulsive. But the truth was, I couldn't help myself—I was hopelessly in love.

Minho, with his charming smile and contagious laughter, occupied my thoughts day and night. Every time I saw him, my heart skipped a beat. His presence alone had the power to make me weak in the knees. And then, there was Jisung—gentle, considerate Jisung. His warm hugs and comforting words always made me feel safe and understood.

But there was one thing standing in the way of my happiness: both Minho and Jisung were in a committed, loving relationship. They had found solace in each other's arms, unaware of the storm brewing within me. I found myself torn between hiding my feelings and risking it all for a moment of passion.

As the scent of freshly baked cookies wafted through the kitchen, I took a deep breath, summoning all the courage I could muster. Minho stood beside me, flipping through a cookbook, oblivious to the internal battle waging within me. My heart raced as I watched him, his eyes sparkling with excitement over the upcoming meal.

Unable to resist any longer, I leaned in closer, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks. In a swift and timid motion, I pressed my lips against Minho's, our mouths meeting in a fleeting, stolen kiss. Time seemed to freeze in that moment, and I could taste the sweetness of his presence on my lips.

But as quickly as it had happened, the guilt washed over me like a crushing wave. I had crossed a line, violating the trust that Minho had placed in me as a friend. My face flushed with embarrassment, and I stumbled backward.

Panicked, I scurried away, finding solace in the safety of the living room. Jisung sat on the couch, engrossed in a book, oblivious to my internal turmoil. My heart raced once more as I recalled the overwhelming affection I held for him. I knew deep down that he deserved so much more than a stolen moment.

But the siren call of my emotions grew too strong to ignore. I approached him hesitantly, my hands trembling with anticipation. Leaning in, I pressed my lips against his, the taste of his softness and warmth engulfing my senses. The kiss felt electrifying, yet bittersweet, as I knew it was a forbidden act.

But as soon as our lips touched, a rush me. What had I done? I had betrayed their trust, violated the boundaries of their relationship. My cheeks burned with shame, and I quickly pulled away, averting my gaze.

Jisung looked at me with wide, confused eyes, his brows furrowed in concern. "Y/N, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.

I stammered, unable to find the right words to explain my impulsive actions. My shyness had taken over, rendering me incapable of expressing the depths of my emotions. The weight of my love for both Minho and Jisung felt suffocating, and I felt overwhelmed by the consequences of my reckless choices.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I muttered an apology, my voice barely audible. "I'm... I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I never meant to... It was a mistake."

Jisung reached out, gently cupping my face with his hand. "Y/N, it's okay," he said softly. "But you need to know that Minho and I are in a committed relationship. We care about you, but what you did was not right."

His words pierced through my heart like a dagger, intensifying the guilt that consumed me. I nodded, my throat tightening with a mix of remorse and shame. What I had done was selfish; I had disregarded their feelings for my own desires.

In that moment, I decided to confront the truth of my emotions and face the consequences of my actions. I needed to respect their relationship and focus on finding my own path to happiness. It wouldn't be easy, but I owed it to them, and more importantly, I owed it to myself.

With a heavy heart, I left the living room, seeking solitude to reflect. The lessons learned in that moment of vulnerability would shape my growth, reminding me of the importance of honesty, respect, and self-control. Perhaps someday, I would find love that was meant solely for me, but until then, I would cherish the friendship I shared with Minho and Jisung above all else.

[ariestrxsh]

i’ve been on delivered for 5 hours so maybe no dirty talk tn 😖 he’s on holiday tho so i forgive him.. also we have dirty talked before but he always initiated it so it was like

🧍‍♀️you’re hot asf🧍‍♀️

yk??😖😖

it’s a whole complicated story too bc there’s an age gap and hes nervous about it and “can’t get his head around it” so HE asked to just be friends but he’s the one talking dirty to me yk? just a confusing man 😭

(mini rant sorry😓)

-🫧

Hmm. That's super confusing. It sounds like he doesn't know what he wants or he's feeling torn for some reason. 😭 I'm sorry you're dealing with that right now!

[scriv3lloirl]

*pulls up to your blog on a motorcycle* Hey. What is your favourite song from Little Shop of Horrors?

Hey! Nice motor! Cute design. Eye-catching. Big. Uh, n thanks for stoppin by!

I know you probably meant jus, a one song from any musicals.. but you're gettin a damn list cus my favorite song shifts dependin on which production y'ur talkin bout.

I'll do a small list for the 1982, 2003, 2015 Encore!, n 2019 productions. (Normally, I'd put down Dentist or Now (It's Just The Gas) for all of them n call it a day—but I don't wanna be bias jus cus it's me singin.)

1982: Grow For Me. I love the 82' version so much. I love how Seymour goes "ow!! damn roses🤕 damn thorns🤓 clumsy me😓..." Makes me laugh ev'ry single time. Lee Wilkof's delivery of that line is great.

2003: The Meek Shall Inherit. This one was really hard, I'll be honest. All the songs from this production are damn near perfection in my eyes so this was difficult to choose.

2015: Somewhere That's Green. Audrey deserves the damn world n for some reason, this version of the song gets me good.

2019: I hate this fuckin production so much—god um. Mushnik n Son, maybe? I really don't like this production.

Now, from the movie? Damnit. Yeah, so I'm torn between Some Fun Now n Feed Me (Git It!). Might spin a wheel n have it decide cus both songs are absolute bops. Maybe Some Fun Now with Feed Me as a very close second.

Sorry for this lengthy response, nobrain-the-silly LMFAO — I had to give some of these songs a quick listen b'fore givin a proper answer!!

[yuisdad]

Hello, my name is Rana from gaza🍉, and I am a mother to two beautiful boys, Amir, who is 3 years old, and Taim, who is just 2. Our lives were shattered when our home was destroyed in a bombing. I’ve suffered multiple fractures,💔 and neither my husband nor I are able to work now.💔 We are struggling to provide for our children and rebuild our lives.Like milk and pampers. I recently got hepatitis from the contaminated water. We need fresh food to recover.😓 🚨 and Help me before disaster strikes. Winter is coming and my tent is torn apart due to the continuous bombing in the area.💔also I need to buy a tent that does not leak water and to build a floor so that my children do not drown.If you can find it in your heart to help us, Help me through the link and share my story with me. 🙏we would be forever grateful. I’m so sorry to burden you with this, but we desperately need your support.🙏My account was verified by 90_ ghost & Voices from Gaza on X ,1200kr=100$

Don't worry, you're not being a burden. Unfortunately I'm tight on money to donate to your campaign, but I reblogged your pinned post.