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ecstaticasusual · 1 year ago
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veronicaphoenix · 4 months ago
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until the stars stop shining | noah sebastian
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previous part to all that's left, but it can be read as a one shot.
summary: noah and his girl spend an evening by the lake | words: 1.2k | reading time: 5mins
tags & trigger warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff. noah is an illustrator, reader loves baking cookies, mentions of noah having been reader's first, and that's it—they love each other a ton.
This is for the anon that asked for something sweet and fluffy after i posted All That's Left. I hope this does it. It's not actually a standalone work, but a sort of flashback belonging to the same story where All That's Left happens. I have a full plot developed in my head, but I can't tell if I'll ever write it and post it, so here goes this little thing where you get to know a little bit more of those characters and the story.
Thank you for all your constant love and support <3
 ͢ until the stars stop shining
Noah leaned back in the Muskoka chair, one leg lazily stretched out, balancing his sketchbook on his lap. He was shirtless, only wearing his bathing suit. For over an hour, he had been sketching, savoring the tranquil solitude offered by the lake, the warm caress of the late afternoon sun, and the rustling of leaves. Early fall was the perfect time for moments like this, when nature felt intimate and unhurried. Most of the tourists had long gone, leaving behind only the soft chorus of birds and the quiet murmur of waves licking the shore.
The breeze teased the pages of his sketchbook, carrying with it the crisp scent of pine needles and the rhythmic whisper of water against the rocks. Noah’s pencil glided in slow, thoughtful strokes as he tried to capture the scene before him, but his thoughts drifted constantly to his girl.
The door to the cottage creaked open right then, and she stepped outside. She carried a wooden tray filled with oat cinnamon cookies, their powdered sugar dusting glinting in the soft afternoon light. The sweet, comforting aroma mingled with the crisp air, making Noah smile to himself even without glancing back. 
She padded softly down the dock, her bare feet almost silent against the worn wood, and placed the tray on the armrest of his chair, her fingers grazing his shoulder in a brief, affectionate touch.
“I baked something,” she said, her voice carrying that familiar warmth. Of course she had. Baking was her favorite thing to do.  “Something sweet for my favorite artist.”
Noah grinned as he finally looked at her, his eyes catching on the spot of flour smeared across her nose. She had no idea it was there, and he decided not to tell her—she looked adorable like that.
“You need to refill your energy after working so hard for hours on end,” she pointed out as she glanced at the open sketchbook on his lap. 
Instead of reaching for a cookie, Noah broke off a small piece and gently brought it to her lips. Her smile widened as she took a bite, the sweetness melting on her tongue. A moment later, he let out a soft chuckle, reaching to brush a crumb off her lip with the pad of his thumb. His eyes lingered on her for a beat longer before dropping back to his half-finished sketch.
“I’m not half as good at drawing as you are at baking,” he admitted.
She tilted her head, glancing at the sketch. “This one looks pretty good to me, Noah.”
He smirked, a playful gleam in his eyes. “Wait until you see the one I did last night, after you fell asleep on the couch.”
“Why do you find it so entertaining to draw me?”
His gaze softened as he looked back at her. “Because you’re my favorite subject.”
That’s when he bopped her nose, making the flour stain disappear.
Her grin was bright and effortless as she leaned over the back of his chair, wrapping her arms around his neck. She rested her chin on his shoulder, close enough to feel his warmth. “And you’re my favorite person to bake for,” she whispered.
Noah’s cheeks flushed slightly at her words, a rare blush coloring his usually composed expression. She kissed the warm skin of his left cheek, lingering for just a moment before pulling away with a satisfied smile. She wandered toward the edge of the dock, her bare feet padding softly against the wooden planks. She sat down, her legs hanging off the edge.
Noah watched her for a moment, admiring how the wind gently tousled her hair and the way the light danced off her skin. The contentment in her posture, the way her eyes reflected the colors of the setting sun—everything about this moment felt perfect.
“You ever gonna let me teach you how to swim?” Noah asked.
She hesitated for a moment, her gaze fixed on the water before she responded quietly, “I don’t know... I’m still a bit scared of it.” She dipped her feet a little deeper, letting the cool water lap around her ankles. “But... I love being here. With you.”
The memory of that first visit just the two of them was vivid in both their minds. This was Jolly’s cottage, the same place where Noah and her had meet back when she was still fourteen and he was eighteen. They had spent countless of weekends and birthdays and fourths of July in this very same place. But nothing had been as special as the weekend Noah convinced Jolly to let him stay with her, alone. It had been six years since then, and even now, the memory of taking her virginity—in Jolly’s bed—was still as clear as water.  
Noah watched as the wind played with her hair, blowing soft strands across her face. He picked up his sketchbook again, unable to resist capturing her in this moment—the peacefulness, the effortless beauty. His pencil moved in quick, steady strokes as he sketched her sitting at the edge of the dock, her feet in the water, the sun casting an orange glow over the horizon. He knew that one day, he would marry this girl. There was no question in his mind.
Once satisfied with the drawing, Noah quietly set his sketchbook aside and rose from the chair. He walked over to her with slow, deliberate steps, his heart swelling as he took in the sight of her in this perfect, secluded spot. Without warning, he bent down, pretending to lift her by the underarms as if he were about to toss her into the water.
She yelped in surprise, her heart leaping as she felt her feet lift off the dock. “Noah!” 
Before she could fully react, Noah pulled her back into his arms, turning her around to face him. She clung to him, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, her arms tightening around his neck, her pulse racing from the surprise.
“Don’t you dare!” she gasped, breathless from both fear and thrill, burying her face against his neck.
Noah laughed with her, holding her close, feeling her warm breath against his skin. “I wouldn’t let you go that easily,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her temple.
Still holding her, Noah carried her over to the blanket they had left spread out on the dock earlier. He gently laid her down, her body sinking into the soft fabric, and then settled beside her. 
“Don’t you ever,” she started to say, “ever, let me drown, Noah Sebastian.”
“Never ever,” he promised, showing her his pinky finger. 
She laced it with hers and finally, she let out a heavy sigh and cuddled closer to him, nuzzing her cheek against his bare shoulder. 
They lay close, facing each other, their fingers lazily tracing along each other’s arms and faces. Neither spoke for a long while. Her fingers trailed down his chest while his hand rested lightly on her hip. Above them, the stars began to appear, one by one, until the sky was a dark, glittering canvas. The moon’s reflection shimmered on the water.
“How long will you love me?” Noah asked, his voice barely louder than the breeze.
She gazed at him, eyes warm and steady. She placed the most tender of kisses on his lips.
“Until the stars stop shining.”
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fandom-lover2 · 1 month ago
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More Than Meets The Optic
Ultra Magnus learns he stans non-binary rights
Word Count - 1827
Author's Note: I wrote this for my platonic soulmate after they came out to their parents as non-binary and was not supported. @quilbug, reality may suck, but in my world you are unbelievably loved and supported. Thank you for the permission to post this. Luv ya
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My head bopped up and down in time with the beat, my eyes sliding across the words of my laptop screen.
Man’s invention of fanfiction can be dated back to the 18th century, and provided endless hours of entertainment while also creating a person’s own impression of the source material and building on it.
I spent hours lost in the worlds of my favorite characters, amazed at the creativity of people as they made new storylines, and did away with events in the canon they did not like.
Ratchet barked out an order to Miko, pleading with her to turn the music down as a louder song filtered through the speaker she had placed on top of the TV. Miko sassed the medic back, something about appealing to the masses.
“Miko…” I called out, drawing out her name and dropping an octave. A clear warning.
She let out a wailing groan, but did as she was told and the music diminished in volume.
“Thank you.” Ratchet sighed, turning back to his station. I tossed him a thumbs up without looking away from the screen.
God this story was beautiful, and funny. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much, and my chest felt warm and bubbly. These happy fics, slice of life stories of the characters the shows and movies don’t get to bring to life made the characters seem so much more real, like they’re somebody you actually know and can converse with. That being said, when the story ended, or the author decided to stop writing, it felt like you mourned characters as if they were real people, because you never get the chance to see new events happen with them again.
I had just finished one chapter and was ready to start the next when my name was called, by someone I never expected.
I spun in my chair, looking up to meet Ultra Magnus’ optics. He was frowning, and shifted on his peds.
“May I speak with you? Alone?”
My eyebrows shot up. Without thinking, I turned to look at Optimus. Whether to get his approval or check if I’d heard his lieutenant correctly, I was met with his version of curiosity. Still, my guardian looked down at me and nodded.
“Uhh, yeah. Sure.” I gently closed my laptop and stood, walking towards the steps.
Ultra Magnus interrupted my journey, holding out a servo in front of me. Ok, this was getting stranger with every second.
I accepted his servo, sitting stiffly as he began walking down the hall.
The big guy never carried us humans, didn’t want to be anywhere near us. Till Optimus paired him with Merling. They were the only one of us ���natives” he tolerated. They had their spot, nestled between his neck and that weird shoulder situation he had going on. And Merling loved him, kindred spirits finding solace in one another.
It was funny in the beginning, because both Merling and Magnus had been confused at how Optimus and I would go for patrols and get so lost in our conversation that we’d just end up parked somewhere talking, all sense of time leaving us. Now, since Optimus had spoken to his lieutenant and explained how things were different, Magnus actually slowed down, stopped expecting something bad to happen every second and he and Merling had started spending extended periods of time together as well. Merling was finally allowed to join him on patrols, and at the base (once reports had been completed of course), they would find somewhere to sit together, spending time in one another’s company.
To have him willingly wanting to converse with me, which hadn’t occurred often since our less than friendly meeting, and carrying a human that wasn’t his charge, it was a big deal. Something serious must be going on.
Magnus carried me into the empty hanger in the base and deposited me on one of the catwalks, then took a few steps back. I waited, watching him as he dropped his helm.  His optics were darting side to side, a quirk I’d learnt meant he was thinking. A minute later and nothing had changed.
“Everything ok?” I realized I probably needed to start this conversation.
“Everything is… well.” he said, hesitantly. And that was all he gave me, still looking down.
“Okaayyy.” I pierced my lips. “What did you want to talk about?”
He looked up at me briefly, unsure. I was so used to seeing him frown, always agitated by something, but this was more innocent, like he didn’t know what to feel.
“I have a question, regarding the one you share a namesake with.”
‘Quil.’ I silently wished I could correct. Merling hadn’t spoken to anyone at the base about their self-discovery yet. And I’d promised to keep it under wraps until they were ready for everyone to know.
“Ok.” I prompted.
His frown deepened, and he was still looking down.
“We were conversing while I took her home and she-”
He stopped suddenly, his expression turning into a scowl, and I swear I heard him growl softly.
“They,” he corrected, “told me they no longer felt content with previously used ‘pronouns’ or the name you share.”
Finally, he looked up at me. He shifted his weight again, servos twitching, like he was unsure what to do with them.
“Can you explain to me what this means?”
I couldn’t stop the smile that broke across my face, and my chest felt all warm and fuzzy again. This was the cutest thing, and the most caring thing, I’d ever seen the grumpy guy do. He wanted to learn.
“Firstly, thank you for coming to me to ask. It shows you really care, and that’s sweet. Secondly, I’m happy to answer any questions you have. Don’t feel silly for asking.”
He relaxed at my words, shoulders sagging just a smidge as the tension left his faceplates.
“Ok, to start. As you know, humans are often divided into two genders, male and female.”
Magnus nodded.
“Well, that can refer to what a person feels they are, and what they are biologically. For example, I am female, a woman. I was born a woman, have a body typical of that of a woman, and view myself as a woman. Jack is a male, was born a male and feels he is a man.”
Magnus nodded again.
“Now, some people aren’t happy with the gender they are born with, feel as though that is not who they are inside. In their souls.”
He frowned, helm cocking to the side slightly. It reminded me of what dogs do, and I really had to fight a laugh.
“They are not content in their own forms?” he reiterated.
I shook my head. “No. So what some people do, what doctors have developed, is a way for a person to change their gender.”
This caused him to look even more bewildered.
“Doctors can give people artificial hormones, and perform surgeries that allow the person to change into the gender they feel they are.”
“We did not have such things on Cybertron.” Magnus spoke, eyes shifting again. “Who you were forged as is who you were.”
I smiled at him, watching as he tried to comprehend what I was saying to him.
“So…” he trailed off, trying to find the word. He looked at me pleadingly.
“Quil?” I supplied.
“Quil,” he nodded. “Quil wishes to become a male?”
“No.” This caused him to look at me in exasperation.
“You just said-”
“I said in some cases.” I corrected. “Quil feels differently. They feel as though they are neither male, nor female. Man, nor woman.”
He stared at me blankly for a few moments, then blinked and continued to stare.
“Does that make some sense?”
“What can be done to make… make them feel content?”
I smiled again. “Well, for starters, doing what you just did. Calling them by a gender-neutral pronoun, so them/they, will make them feel as though you respect them, and support their decision.”
“And medical assistance?” he pushed, taking a step closer to me urgently.
“That’s their decision. They may choose to have a surgery to make them appear less feminine, or can use a binder, which they have already.”
He looked down again, silently taking in all I had told him.
Cybertronians already make so much more noise than humans, the sounds of their internal fans causing a constant hum to emanate from them. Now, even though it shouldn’t be possible, I could imagine hearing the sounds of gearing turning as he tossed around the words I had spoken in his processor.
“So, why ask to be called Quil, as well as ‘gender-neutral pronouns’, as you said?”
I paused, trying the find the best way to approach this.
“Kristin was the name they had when they were a girl. But they’re no longer a female, and that name is who they were, and so they need a new name for who they are now.”
Magnus nodded absentmindedly, still thinking hard.
“And who else knows? Because the other children do not refer to them by Quil.”
I nodded in agreement. “Humans can be… weird and intolerable at times. Many people won’t be happy or accepting that they have changed their pronouns and name. People will start to see them differently, but not in a good way.”
“And you think that others will treat them this way?” he asked. It was said harshly, almost like he was accusing them of it already. He was getting upset that someone might not accept Merling, treat them harshly. He was getting protective.
I bit back the smirk that played on my lips.
“I don’t think anyone here will, but Quil needs to make that decision. Who they trust to know this, who they want to tell. For now, it’s just us. When they are more comfortable, they’ll tell others.”
Magnus remained silent, contemplating again.
“Does this all make sense?”
He hesitated before speaking, “This would not of been accepted on Cybertron, and I have never heard of such feelings among my kind, but I understand what you have told.” He paused. “And I will try to refer to Quil as they wish.”
“That’s amazing.” I praised. “If you have any more questions, please come to me.”
“I will.” Magnus nodded once, then took a step back. “Thank you for your assistance.”
Then, he turned and began walking out the hanger, leaving me behind on the only catwalk that didn’t have stairs connecting it to the rest.
By the time I realized, he was already turning into the hallway.
So, maybe he wasn’t progressing too far in his understanding of humans, or his tolerance of us. And yeah, it was taking him time to adjust to how we’d changed the base and dynamic of the team. But no one could ever say he didn’t have the capacity to want to change and learn, he just chose who he’d do it for.
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ioniansunsets · 1 year ago
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pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease i want to braid kayn’a HAAAAIR!!!!!!! I WANT TO USE CUTE HAIR TIES AND SANRIO HAIR CLIPS TO MAKE HIM FEEL SO PRETTY 🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍
✖ Braiding Kayn's Hair ✖
✖ Word Count: 715
✖ Tags: Established R/S, Reader is In the Shadow Order w/ Kayn
✖ A/N: YES I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND YOU. All I dream of is to play with his hair, is it soft? Tangled and coarse? Surprisingly smooth? WHO KNOWS I LOVE IT!
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- The first time you braided his hair it was because it came horrendously undone mid mission and it was a mess. With frustrated grumbles and complaints coming from your partner as he quarrels with Rhaast you were at your limit. You sat him down, ripped some cloth from the corner of your outfit and delicately braided his hair for him. Almost intimate as your fingers run through his hair, bits of dried blood flaking off, the tangled mess somehow calmed in your hands. Working magic you turned his messy long hair into a neat and tight braid. Both him and Rhaast quiet. Kayn only giving you a soft " Thanks..." before continuing on his way. The cocky, prideful man didn't know how to respond to affections or soft moments like that.
- The second time was much different. Coming out of the bath, his hair was wet and tangled. Excitedly he turns to you sitting in your shared room, towel still wrapped around his waist. " Can you braid it again for me!" It seemed like he was thinking about it the whole time he was washing the blood off his skin. Maybe he just realized how nice your hands felt playing with his hair and fought against his pride. Who knows. You accept of course. It was nice. Being innocently close to him this way. The few soft moments in your life in the Order.
- Ever since then, you being the one in charge of braiding his hair was the norm. Every opportunity, every fight that left his hair free, he runs up to you, smiling excitedly, expectantly. A boyish laugh. " Y/N~" He coos, expecting you to come to his aid. To entertain yourself more, you soon started collecting bits and bops to tie into his dark locks. A red ribbon braided in for when you two were out in combat. Small flowers placed in when in the safety of the order. (Kayn was scary honestly so no other member ever dares says anything about it to his face.) Colorful clips and shiny bits in the privacy of your shared room. Braiding his hair became a special shared moment between the two of you. Something you only did for him, and something he only allowed you to do. His hair was also so delightfully thick it was fun to braid, there was so much you could stick in it without it falling out. It amused the both of you.
- Rhaast complains. A lot. Making fun of him. " The only thing in your hair should be blood of innocents Kayn." You shoot the Darkin a dirty look but all Kayn does is laugh taunting the weapon. " Rhaast is just jealous. Should we tie a ribbon around his handle?" The two of your laugh harder as Rhaast grumbles angrily. The two of you did do it by the way, wrapping the scythe in a ribbon as Rhaast screams threatening to take over Kayn right there and then
- Over time you've learn other ways to braid your partner's hair. The simple braid was his default, but in the privacy of your room, sometimes you let yourself get creative. A fishtail braid for when you two sleep together. A lace braid from his blue hair across the back of his head when you feel like seeing him a little pretty. He never protests, sometimes even humming happily as your fingers brush against his scalp. Letting you do what you want with his hair was special privilege reserved for his lover and you enjoyed that precious intimacy. Sometimes you'd even give his forehead a little kiss when you were done. He protests, but honestly, he secretly loves it. How soft you were with him in private like this.
- Zed commented on it once, when he popped by your room to give Kayn a briefing. Kayn's hair was done to the side, a delicate braid with flowers and ribbons. He didn't like being seen like this but it was Zed, hearing his mentor making a passing amused " Well that's different." remark made his face flush. Kayn was embarrassed but at the same time proud that his partner's abilities amused Zed. You had to stifle back your laughter at his reaction and what was effectively your boss giving you a shrug before leaving.
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beautifulpersonpeach · 6 months ago
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I want to ask that dancer what it felt like to grab Jimin’s neck like that.
To feel the strength in his neck, his heat and weight beneath her hands when he lets her push him back one step.
Or better yet, I could just ask Jungkook when next he’s online.
My favourite thing about Who is the instrumentation. I like the seemingly random piano riffs in the song that come out of nowhere. The 2000s angsty guitar chords, the prominent bass. I like Jimin’s voice placement the entire song although I’m not sure yet if I like the production on it. You can tell he enjoyed creating this song and challenged himself in the recording booth, like he always does. Also, though I secretly wanted something similar to SMF Pt 2, I knew we’d be getting something sweeter and lighter looking at the list of producers on the track, and that’s what Who is. Who is a good summer bop and little else in my opinion. I’m making a conscious choice to not entertain any discussions on gendered pronouns in their songs because I hope most of us are past those debates by now. (If you have any questions, please refer to what I said about Jungkook’s use of gendered pronouns).
And with all things Jimin, the choreography makes it even better. I’m saving my complete thoughts for when I see the full dance performance.
Stream Who.
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13eyond13 · 5 months ago
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Hey Bloz! How r u? I cannot even begin to express how fun it’s been to see ur Beatles posts on my dash. the minute I saw the Real Love demo I was like ok… she’s fallen down the rabbit hole XD I was fixated on them last year for a good few months. It was a lot of fun reading about them, watching their movies, and reading fan analyses online. There’s so much out there! And Beatles rpf is a whole world unto itself lol at first I was skeptical of it but then… I was intrigued haha
Do u have any fave songs or albums? :)
Omg hello Jess!! I miss you and it's so nice to hear from you 🫂
Hahaha YES I'm pretty deep into The Beatles lore rabbit hole already, it's been my main fixation for entertainment for the past month or so. You're right, there's just so much to dig into. Caught me totally by surprise, I feel like I'm so late to the game to just be having a Beatles phase now... I never felt extremely interested in learning about them before, but a randomly recommended YouTube video (x) about how it's reductive to blame the band's breakup solely on Yoko Ono drew me into this whole fascination a few weeks back.
😆 And hah, you must have sent this ask to me right before I deleted that "Real Love" demo reblog, because I thought I'd better delete it after I looked in the notes of the post and saw the OP wasn't taking kindly to anybody questioning if John was actually giggling instead of sobbing there (which is what I think he was doing, personally... but it still sounded like he was writing something about Paul? 🤷‍♀️ idk, doesn't need to be crying for it to still be a bit of an eyebrow raiser, imo)
I haven't actually really looked into any rpf yet, just digesting the "canon" material and whatnot (listening chronologically to their discography and not completely finished with that yet, up to halfway through the White album rn). Been watching their movies and behind the scenes stuff and documentaries (the Get Back one by Peter Jackson was fascinating even for a relatively new fan to watch, imo), reading a bigass biography about them (Tune In by Mark Lewisohn, it's like this great slowburn real-time mosey through the band's childhoods and earliest days together), and watching the occasional YouTube video deep dives (this one series in particular is p beautifully made and impressively researched and really got me in the feels regarding the shippy theories about J&P: [x])
As for my faves of their music, I haven't finished listening to 100% of their albums yet, BUT right now I'm actually very partial to some of their earliest records. I feel like some of their more normie stuff from the early 60s is actually the most fantastic fun to listen to, and Please Please Me and A Hard Day's Night might be the two albums with the most bangers that I never want to skip so far. Their more experimental and psychedelic and surreal later stuff is also interesting and arguably more unique and groundbreaking or creative or whatever, but I'm not as familiar with them outside of the main extremely famous tracks on them yet, and I'll need to finish listening and let them grow on me a bit before I can probably say for sure. However I think so far my faves from their later stuff would probs be Magical Mystery Tour, Abbey Road, and possibly the White Album (once I actually finish listening to it).
John is definitely my favourite Beatle, which was actually a complete surprise to me, I thought he'd be my least fave. And there are so many good bops that it's hard to narrow it down, but some of my personal faves so far are I Saw Her Standing There, I Should Have Known Better, I Want to Hold Your Hand, It Won't be Long, A Hard Day's Night, Do You Want to Know a Secret, Oh! Darling, I Want You (She's So Heavy) and If I Fell... hmm, I think maybe I'm just kinda a sucker for their simple and enthusiastic and joyful love songs the most, usually?
Thank you for sending me this sweet ask! I'd love to hear what some of your faves are too 🧡
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3unnyceleste · 5 months ago
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A team effort
Cg! Sonic Team (mainly Amy) x Little! Metal Sonic and his friends discover a suprisingly gentle side to metal, and decided to care for him in his moment of vulnerability.
TW: Mention of nappy, mention of change.
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Metal was out and about, having wandered away from Eggman's lab. He had grown tired of the boring loud atmosphere, and Orbot and Cubot were certainly getting on his nerves. Since they didn't have the same memory card that he or Sage had, they were clumsy and forgetful. This resulted in spilled oil all over the lab, lots of angry yells and threats to 'scrap them' from Eggman, and Metal chose to leave. As he walked through the palm trees hoping to unwind...
*CLONK*
A familiar pink hammer clobbered him on the head, knocking him flat to the ground.
"Sonic! I got him!" A familiar voice chirped. Metal Sonic rotated his head, finding Amy, the pink hedgehog, proudly boasting to Sonic. Sonic dashed over to Metal and leaned down.
"So! We meet again, bud!" Metal's oil boiled. He hated Sonic. It was in his programming to do so. He extracted his claws and his jets fired up, his offensive programming engaged. However before he could so much as lift a finger, Amy scooped him up.
"EEE! So adorable! I'll never understand why eggman made such a cutie!" Amy squealed at Metal Sonic. Sonic rolled his eyes.
"You think anything that looks like me is cute. whether it's shadow, or silver..." "Can it, Sonic!" Amy blurted out, flustered. She'd definetly mistaken one too many hedgehogs for Sonic. It never got less embarassing. Metal sonic reached to claw sonic, but Amy bopped his hand with the hammer.
"HEY! Gentle hands, Metal!" Amy chided. Metal retracted his hand to himself. He felt... odd. He hated team sonic, but why did he feel so at ease with Amy? It was strange. She radiated motherly vibes, and he needed that at the moment. Plus, he was losing some oil in his head from the not so gentle bop, so he rested his metal head on her shoulder, and knocked out.
...
He rebooted a few hours later in Tail's hideout. He was sitting on the table, and Tails, Amy, Sonic, and Rouge. Knuckles was out protecting the chaos emerald again. Metal Sonic found himself back in the familiar fabrics of his favorite onesie and nappy, and...
The gloves. Ugh.
He struggled to rip them off, letting out a loud series of chirps and beeps, many filled with colorful words. Rouge rolled her eyes and turned to Amy.
"Don't worry about him, he's a major drama queen." Rouge spoke, indifferent. She shooed away sonic and Tails since Metal was mad at them, and she turned back to Amy.
"Seems like you've got your hands full this time. I left a list of stuff he might need and what to do, so good luck. Now, if you don't need anything else, I'm gonna go visit Knuckles~" She chuckled slyly, before spreading her bat wings and flying off. So now Amy was left with a particularly cranky and mad Metal Sonic. Joys.
Amy started by making a hot bottle of oil. It was REALLY hot. When she went to feed Metal, Metal immediately took it in. However she didn't realize that the hotter the oil, the worse the oil leakage would be to change later. After he took in the oil, he let out a content chirp, and relaxed in her arms. She took this as a good sign and carried him out to the common area. Amy sat him down on a blanket and let him play with some toys. They weren't the craziest thing, but still entertaining enough for Metal. As he sat there stacking blocks, a sudden thought of sonic reoccured in his brain, and he became filled with jealousy at the thought of someone else getting Amy's love and attention. he slammed his fists into the tower of blocks and let out a low angry chirp.
Other than his fit of anger, Metal was doing fine for a few hours...
Until Amy came in.
She was holding a tray of bot-friendly cookies. "Metal, I'm ba- YIPES!!" She dropped the tray and gasped at the mess. The oil had caused an epic leak, and his lower half of the onesie had stained black, as well as the carpet. The heavy smell of gasoline filled the air. Amy groaned knowing she was going to have to clean this up-
"Hey Ames! How's- oh ew!" Sonic had came in and was wincing at the sight. Metal's jet's fired up again and he let out a low growl. He hated Sonic, and his jealousy was coursing through him. However Amy picked him up and carried him away from Sonic. Amy laid him onto the work table and tried to get him changed, but had too weak of a stomach to deal with the oil leakage. So Sonic took over and changed him at lightspeed while Amy held Metal Sonic's arms down, lest they both get shredded or pounded. After many loud chirps and growls, Metal was clean and finally asleep.
Eggman at that moment had realized Metal had been gone for about a day, so he followed the oil drip trail from where Amy had bonked him. It led him to Tail's hideout, and he pounded on the door.
"WHERE'S MY SON?? OPEN UP!!" Eggman demanded from outside. Amy opened the door, holding Metal Sonic, who was asleep. Eggman immediately grabbed him. "I thought- what-" "We took care of him numbskull. You're welcome." Amy slammed the door shut in his face. Eggman took in the sight of his comfortable and safe son. He let out a huff of approval and took him back to the lab.
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(Thank you Emmet for this reccomendation!)
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hannah-shipper-banana · 1 year ago
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I’m bored so here’s a ranking of the Austin and Ally seasons IMO
4) Season 1
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It was cute. They were all such babies.
It was goofy and the songs were bops. No drama, just fun.
What was the wardrobe department smoking tho , because why did they have Ally (a 14/15 year old girl) looking like a grandma? Austin, you’re not getting away with your wardrobe choices either buddy.
3) Season 4 (there i said it)
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In terms of comfort episodes, this season has it all for me. No drama (until towards the end of the season) just vibes.
The comedy for sure matured and the characters were developed and grown up.
Also AUSLLYYYYY. They were 100% married for the entirety of the last season, no one could tell me otherwise. They were just living their best life being happy. They all acted like normal high school teens in this season which I liked. (I liked when they got to be normal teens instead of pop stars all the time)
Austin and Ally were in FULL mom and dad mode with season with Trish and Dez being the fun aunt and uncle.
Also younger me (and low key present me) wanted Ally’s wardrobe. SUCH an improvement from season 1.
Genuinely such a funny season with a lot of funny episodes.
BUT I low key missed Sonic Boom and there were a lot of filler episodes (IMO). Also idk if its just me but I felt like they were acting more grown up than they actually were.
Also where were all the performances? Where were the Auslly at the piano scenes? WHAT WAS UP WITH AUSTIN’S HAIR?
With all that being said I still really loved this season.
2) Season 2
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The writers really did that!
The comedy, the goofiness, the angst, the drama, the romance! THE WARDROBE CHANGE!
THE FUCKING PERFORMANCES! (That ‘Better Than This performance’ + that ‘Tunes and Trials’ episode lives in my head rent free)
BABY AUSLLY! THE BEGINNING OF THEIR LOVE STORY! ALLY LOSING HER STAGE FRIGHT! WHAT WAS IN THAT MF NOTE?!
That finale still has me in pieces
The comedy was still kinda childish but it was a Disney show! Come on now.
THIS was the season that hooked me onto the show. MWAH chef’s kiss.
AND COMING IN AT #1, WE HAVE SEASON 3!
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I don’t know what the writers were on this season but MY GOD!
This was peak Disney Channel greatness for me. Younger me was SHOOK!
The comedy was matured and the episodes were entertaining af.
The angst and THE DRAMA!! THE JEALOUSY!!!
Cannot think of a bad episode this season. (Well…)
THAT FINALEEEEEE! THE BIG I LOVE YOU SCENE!
Started off with Austin and Ally missing each other while he was on tour, a few shenanigans in between, a few relationships filled with jealousy AND THEN ended with an Auslly love confession and Austin giving up his career for her! Who’s doing it like that?!
Also what was in the water that year, cause how did everyone look so damn good?! Ally’s hair will forever be goals, it was GIVING.
There was a balance of comedy, romance and drama AND performances and that’s what made this show what it was essentially.
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heejinkwan · 11 months ago
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FALLEN ANGEL is the second mini album by ASTELLA, a South Korean soloist. It was released on February 23, 2024 by StarShip Entertainment. The album consists of seven tracks, one including title track NOBODY KNOWS. It is available both physically and digitally.
ASTELLA promoted the album for 4 weeks total, promoting NOBDODY KNOWS and b-side MANIAC for 2 weeks each. NOBODY KNOWS peaked at 2 on the gaon charts while MANIAC peaked at 11. although unpromoted, Kingdom Come and Lucid Dream also charted, peaking at 19 and 25 the week after the album's release. The album received global attention as well, peaking at 10 on the US Billboard 200, also charting in 20 other countries including Japan, Brazil, FinLand, Thailand, and the UK. ASTELLA won a total of 9 music show awards for this album, NOBDOY KNOWS winning 7 with MANIAC earning 3.
˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆ i. the tracklist !
i. ✭ .   nobody knows ( title track )
ii. ✭ . maniac
iii. ✭ . rewind
iv. ✭ . lucid dream
v. ✭ . kingdom come
vi. ✭ . automatic
vii. ✭ . thirsty
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ get your photocards here !
*ੈ♡⸝⸝ ii. the styling !
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⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ iii. the reception !
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✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ iv. the notes !
₊˚ෆ the concept of this album was basically an omen to her performance on fictitouscore, her being a fallen angel, like the title of the album says.
₊˚ෆ the album was automatically a banger, earning a 7.2 score on pitchfork, astella garnered many new fans off of the release of nobody knows itself.
₊˚ෆ a lot of stellars believe that they should’ve made kingdom come be the title track, seeing that it’s gone so viral, but others understand why nobody knows was chosen for the title track.
₊˚ෆ astella blew up on tik tok! people already saying that nobody knows is soty and that it was the best release so far!
₊˚ෆ she did many challenges with julie and hanuel of kiss of life, karina of aespa, joy of red velvet, and yeji of itzy.
₊˚ෆ she made many new friends including yeji, who she met from being friends with karina.
₊˚ෆ and all the rumors are true! the album may or may not be about yeonjun, who she has been rumored to be dating ever since 2020 west they had a minor acquaintance.
₊˚ෆ she began being close to him while being in promise, but after leaving he was one of the only people she talked to all the time, the rest being her family, the promise members, and karina.
₊˚ෆ they began officially dating in 2022 but never actually confirms it so nobody knows is like her saying it but not actually saying it.
₊˚ෆ when it peaked number two on billboard, heejin’s family called her and they celebrated with a cake, congratulating her on her success.
₊˚ෆ she literally did a live at like 1am happy, which turned into her crying because of how overwhelmed and happy she was that the song was doing well, the comments were congratulating her and telling her not to cry.
₊˚ෆ during maniac promotions, a lot of people felt like the song did not fit the album and complained that it was being promoted and not kingdom come, which was gaining more streams than maniac.
₊˚ෆ starship released two videos of the recording process of both nobody knows and maniac, which gained so much traction on twitter and tik tok with videos with over 1m+ likes and views.
₊˚ෆ even though she hadn’t planned it, heejin ended up finding out that she will be performing at coachella 2024 in california alongside other kpop artists such as lesserafim and ateez.
₊˚ෆ even though no one expected it, rewind also ended up getting popular! after many stellars posted the song in a sped up version, making people who did even stan heejin wonder what the song was, it even got non kpop fans bopping to it!
₊˚ෆ after catching onto it, heejjn ended up posting a lyric video of rewind on her channel, and after a week it charted at number 8 on top 100: south korea on apple music, youtube music charts at number 1, and gaon chart at number 5.
₊˚ෆ stellars can really say this is their favorite era of astella so far, when the music is good how can you not stan?
₊˚ෆ very much inspired by this by @dr3amluc1d
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wordywarriorwrites · 2 years ago
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Calendar Girl - June
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Series Masterlist: Calendar Girl Joel Miller Masterlist Author: @wordywarriorwrites​ Summary: The story of how Joel Miller falls in love again, told over a series of months. Series Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Language. Violence. Discussions of rape and consent. Alcohol consumption. Age-gap.
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June
Nightmares plagued him.
Played non-stop in his head, like a macabre movie that presented the highlights of his worst fears, biggest mistakes, and deepest regrets. Sarah. Tess. Ellie. Their faces were featured all too frequently in an endless loop of horror and heartbreak. Most nights, he’d wake up in a cold sweat and shake it off.
On the nights he couldn’t? A copious amount of booze usually did the trick.
But then, the dreams of you – once a blissful respite – had also morphed into night terrors.
You – tortured or dead at the hands of a QZ guard, bandits, or Fireflies. You – beaten and raped by Wesley. You – bloodied, broken, and lifeless in his arms. In his nightmares, Joel failed to protect you, and the pervasive helplessness paralyzed him until he’d wake himself up screaming, often with Ellie at his bedside, looking as terrified as he felt.
Then, he started sleepwalking.
He’d come to one night in the foyer – propped up against the front door fully dressed, with no recollection of having gotten out of bed. Another night, Joel had woken up outside Ellie’s room, stood like a sentry just beyond the threshold. When he returned to consciousness on your back porch, with a stolen gun from the armory across his lap, he knew he’d fucked up. The idea that he’d jeopardized your safety, that he could’ve hurt you, Ellie, or some innocent bystander – that had kept him out of bed entirely.  
Just past sunrise, on day three of no sleep. He’d been at the barn for a few hours already when his little brother decided to pester him.
“You’re wound tighter than an eight-day clock,” Tommy observed, head tilted curiously. “Wanna tell me what’s going on?”
Joel grunted and kept on shoveling the shit pile in front of him, “M’fine.”
Tommy lifted his hat and ran a hand through his hair, “You sure? Haven’t seen you at mess in a couple weeks. Hank says you’ve been doin’ double-duty here, and I found out this morning you’ve signed up for night patrols?”
“Just makin’ myself useful,” he insisted.
“Look, Joel, I’m not trying to mother hen you,” Tommy replied as he shuffled his feet. “But you look like shit. And you don’t need more work – in fact, I think you need a break.”
Joel jerked his chin up, “You ain’t my keeper, Tommy. And you sure as hell ain’t the one to tell me what I do or don’t need. So, just mind your fuckin’ business, alright?”
Tommy snapped. He snapped back. They both shouted about forbidden topics and things best left unsaid. Harsh words turned into flying fists that attracted a crowd of onlookers. Joel had been running on fumes, but still managed to put his little brother flat on his ass more than once. Tommy – younger and a bit less sleep deprived – had always been a scrapper, and popped back up on his feet each time like a damn clown bop bag.
Joel reared his fist back, “Self-righteous-dickhead!”
Tommy ducked, “Stubborn-fuckin’-asshole!”
Blood flowed from Joel’s mouth and nose, and his knuckles screamed in protest with every hit that connected. A cut above Tommy’s eye trickled down his cheek, and even his sloppiest swings managed to land and hurt like hell. The number of spectators grew and got louder – as if the fight was for their entertainment and not something to be concerned about.
It ended when someone broke through the throng and sprayed them with ice-cold water from the very same hose Joel had used to fill the troughs not ten minutes before the brawl had started. Ellie had doused them, and after he and Tommy were separated, Joel noticed she hadn’t arrived alone. You, a few other town leaders, and a very harried Maria, with a yowling toddler on her hip, had flanked her. After the mob had quieted down and been dispersed, an explanation was demanded of them.
Tommy shrugged and shook his head, “Just a disagreement.”
“Brothers fight sometimes,” Joel volunteered just as nonchalantly.
Maria scoffed and stomped away. The other leaders followed. Tommy trailed after them. Ellie seemed both bemused and mollified, and after she turned off the hose, she gave a thumbs-up and declared she was headed back to bed.
You – all bleary-eyed, in your raggedy pajamas and unlaced boots, sporting some serious bedhead. You hadn’t said anything – just rubbed your eyes and motioned for him to follow you, and he did without hesitation or backtalk. It wasn’t until Joel was hunched over your kitchen table, a glass of preferred numbing juice in hand, that you finally spoke.
“Eat,” you grumbled as you placed a plateful of food down in front of him. “All of it.”
Chicken sandwich. Homemade chips. Fresh apple. It had all gone down like sandpaper, but it filled his too-long empty stomach, and he supposed that was good enough. When he finished, you put the plate in the sink and jerked your thumb toward the stairs. Joel limped along, with you right behind him, and you herded him into the bathroom for a long overdue shower. He emerged ten minutes later – stench-and-blood free, with a towel cinched tight around his waist.  You muffled a yawn, pointed to a bedroom across the hall, and he knew by the state of the rumpled sheets that it was your bed he was being directed to get into.
You kicked off your boots. Closed the curtains. Shut the door. Climbed in and patted the space next to you, and if he’d been in any other state of mind, he would’ve balked. He also had plenty of reasons to be wary – his sour mood, the nightmares, his nakedness. You’d ensconced him in your home, and though he’d willingly and silently obeyed your every reasonable request, it somehow felt as if he’d been put in some sort of timeout.
Joel should’ve been insulted. Pissed off. But the room was quiet and dark, the pillows and blankets smelled like you, and when you tucked yourself up against his back and made him the little spoon, he just fucking caved and melted into the mattress.
“Don’t deserve you,” he slurred.
You kissed the nape of his neck, “Ya’ got that right.”
No chastisement. No questions. Just your soft voice and gentle touch. Joel closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he discovered he hadn’t moved an inch, and his stiff muscles indicated he’d gotten quite a bit of uninterrupted shuteye. He rolled onto his back and there you were – aglow in the lamplight and sat up against the headboard with your nose in a book.
“Time is it?” he rasped as he stretched.
You glanced up from the page, “Late.”
“Ellie?”
“At Maria and Tommy’s. She’ll stay with them while you stay here for a few days.”   
Joel acknowledged your answer with a squeeze of your knee. He had no doubt that you’d run interference for him with Tommy, Maria, and the other town leaders. He also bet you’d cajoled an undoubtedly disagreeable Ellie into staying at their place simply for his peace of mind. He wanted to thank you for everything, but you spoke up before he could.
“So, I hear you’ve been dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight?”
He chuckled lowly and stared at the ceiling, “Yeah, somethin’ like that.”
You closed your book and placed your hand on his chest, “Look, I know you’re not one for talking about how you feel –”
“That’s for damn sure.”
“But short of tying you to the bed –”
“Ooo, kinky.”
You laughed and whacked him on the chest, “Seriously, Joel.”
He grunted. Threw an arm around your waist. You let out one of your infamous, long-suffering sighs and changed the subject. You asked him if he was hungry, and when Joel petulantly answered, “yeah,” you snorted, and offered to make him something.
He burrowed his face against your stomach, “Just wanna hold you.”
“Alright, ya’ big baby,” you muttered playfully.
You shifted, and Joel cracked an eye open to watch you place your book on the nightstand. Once you got comfortable, he rested his head on your chest, and soaked up the warmth of your touch as it moved along his head, neck, and shoulders. You both hummed at the exact, same time, and when you giggled, he grinned, and squeezed you tighter.
“You know you can tell me anything,” you whispered. “No pressure. No judgment.”
Joel nodded slightly, “I know.”
A stretch of contented silence. His uninjured hand, unable or unwilling to remain idle, moved all on its own. Delved beneath your shirt and cupped your breasts. Mapped your waist and hip. Spanned the plush flesh of your tummy. Roamed over the outside of your thigh. Strayed and squeezed and caressed aimlessly until you whimpered and breathed his name.
“Please,” you begged lowly. “Please, don’t stop this time.”
Joel propped himself up on his elbow and grasped your chin, “I won’t.”
He pressed his mouth to yours. Parted your lips with his own. Deepened the kiss and tugged your lower lip with his teeth. The threadbare elastic of your pajama pants was a godsend – it gave way easily to his impatience – and it wasn’t until he shoved them and your underwear past your knees that he slowed down and searched your eyes.
“Show me, sweetheart,” he murmured, mouth pressed tight to your ear. “Show me how you like to be touched.”
You let out a ragged breath. Guided his unworthy hand between your legs. Dipped his fingers into your arousal, and then, maneuvered them up to your clit. Soft and slow at first, and then, firm, until your hips moved in tandem. Joel was so fucking turned on by the sound of your pleasure that his cock dripped onto the sheet like a leaky faucet. You eventually directed his fingers down, and Joel watched as they disappeared inside of you.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned as you rocked yourself against his hand. “I could come right now just lookin’ at you. God damn.”
You moaned. Kicked your pants away. Spread your thighs wider and took his fingers to the second knuckle. A steady, in-and-out glide, and Joel followed your lead – swiped his thumb over your clit and brushed his fingertips against the soft, spongy spot deep inside of you that made all those soft noises you’d expelled morph into telling cries.
Joel licked into your slack mouth, “Feel good?”
You nodded frantically, “M’gonna come.”
“Look at me, sweetheart. Show me your eyes.”
Half-mast and pupils blown – you looked at him beneath your lashes as you fluttered and clenched. Joel encouraged you as you reached your peak. Soothed you as you came down from the high. He’d always found you breathtaking, but post-orgasm? You stunned him, and he stared at you in wonder as he slipped his fingers from you and sucked them into his mouth.
“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he growled.
You cursed. Pushed him onto his back. The taste of you lingered on his tongue, and he felt so fucking alive as he watched you peel your shirt over your head and straddle his waist.
“I want you, Joel,” you insisted.   
Joel sat up and grasped the back of your neck, “You got me, sweetheart.”
You took him in hand. Guided him inside. Joel had fantasized endlessly about what it would be like to finally have you, just like this, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the reality of it.
His face, cradled in your hands. Your eyes, bright and focused on his. The roll-and-sway of your hips and the tight, wet clutch of your sex, and the way you twined your arms around him so possessively. You made love to him as if he weren’t some broken, old man, and that was it.
He was yours.
Next Chapter: June - Part 2
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kpoptarotvibes · 1 year ago
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My Numerology Predictions: JK Golden Album
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I thought I should start doing this since my predictions came true for Jimin album and Yoongi album.
So basically because Jimin released his album on the right date he had huge success with his album. And Yoongi had his success but not as big as Jimin because of the date release. But I did predict because of the 7 in his release date. That his album would be introspective. I had the same prediction with Taeyang album he didn't release it on the right date so it wasn't as successful.
So I played around with the numbers on JK album.
First I focused on the date which is 3. 3 symbolizes expression, creativity and expansive nature.
Second the month 11. 11 symbolizes the doorway to higher inspiration of mastery. Vision, sensitivity, psychic abilities, and receptivity.
When I add up everything including the year I get 3.
So my prediction is based off of the meaning of the numbers combined with my intuition:
This JK Golden album I feel with that number 3 is going to be expansive. It's going to reach a bigger and wider audience for him as if he don't have that enough. 🤣 I guess its trying to say that this album will get a lot of attention worldwide. Also with the creativity I feeling this album music-wise will be very creative. But my intuition is telling me not over the top creative like the music won't be so daring sound-wise like you will get the same pop music. What might be creative is his style or his videos or his photoshoots. The concepts. Also the warning with this number 3 is scandals and gossip may be coming up more from him because of the huge attention he will receive. Now this 11 number I feel like this album will showcase everything he has mastered so far as a entertainer, idol, singer. He is going to play into his strengths with this album. I also felt like he really went with the songs he felt intuitively would be really good songs for people to hear. He went with his gut on this one. So we getting a few more bops on this album. I found it funny how it's even 11 tracks. I really do personally think this album is going to be huge. Because I think people genuinely love his voice and have been waiting on his solo for a long time. I also feel that people will get very inspired by his album. (I feeling copy cats here) So I'm trying to get my mind prepared because it's about to get wild.
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amailboxlemur · 2 years ago
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Definitely made the right choice to save Omar’s sommarprat for after work so i could listen and read the translation at the same time all in one go because that was… wow.
First of all he’s SUCH a good storyteller. His tone, pacing, the emotions in his voice added so much, even as a non Swedish listener and I really recommend listening to it even if you don’t understand the Swedish. There’s this one moment about a minute in where I heard his breath hitch and it was just so raw and captivating.
I love the structure he chose, starting and ending with his mama. They’re so close and so much of his talk being dedicated to Wilnur felt right.
“Now that my music career was over”. That HURT. He was born to sing. To know that he was that close to giving it up, and half his discography could have just… not been released…
I loved hearing about his happier childhood memories. It’s so easy to fall in the trap of knowing how much hardship he went through and only thinking of that. Baby Omar wanting his mama to be a princess at her wedding and eating all the strawberries. Playing dinosaurs with his hands. Flying his kite. Even though it was his fantasy land, it’s nice hearing how he kept his sense of self through that time.
That said, he REALLY went through it all. His dad used to kidnap him? Him disappearing and trying to sell the house out from under Wilnur is so low. As great as it is hearing about all the strong women who made him who he is, it’s so messed up it had to be that way. And it goes to show how wonderful they all are for Omar to be determined to be the one to break the cycle.
Loved the story about him promoting himself at school, I hadn’t heard it before. He’s really always been about the hustle and that work life.
I hate how he was made to feel in school. He loved performing but the way he was treated for it. It’s heartbreaking to think that all these opportunities he was so excited about was fodder for bullies. Even as he’s telling the story now, you hear the giddiness in his voice and know it’s about to be crushed.
I feel like in the fandom, we talk a lot about how he felt too Venezuelan to be Swedish, but he also felt too Swedish to be Venezuelan. Poor guy really never blended in anywhere, and it shows how strong he is that he used it to stand out, to carve out his own space to be himself.
I’m glad he included Build A Girl, because my greatest shame is that I think that song is SUCH a bop
The idea of teenage Omar being essentially homeless and couch surfing during the early days of the Fooo is horrifying. The entertainment industry is messed up, but man…
“Om om och om igen” was that on purpose? Or is it just a common enough expression that it’s a coincidence?
“It didn’t feel like a privilege, more like a punishment” ok, but like that HAD to be on purpose, right?
Felicia telling him what Young Royals was about when she wasn’t supposed to. I just NEED to know what he said when he reached out to the show and how they reacted to him having all this info he shouldn’t.
“You’ve been offered the part of Simon” “I know”. We stan.
I never watch new shows on Netflix. Stuff will be in my watch later list for MONTHS and I’ll keep avoiding starting it. Or I’ll watch 2 episodes and stop. I’m truly, genuinely so glad that didn’t happen with Young Royals because Omar has become so important to me ever since the first time I heard him sing.
Happy 2 years to Young Royals 💜
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serenityserene · 1 year ago
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Frailty pt. 5
Why did he do that?...for entertainment? Of course it was. Dragging your feet behind Sukuna while your eyes kept sadly to the ground it felt empty holding your arm. You find yourself disregarding the precious softness he had once shown you...it was just a reward for doing as he said after all. It didn't mean anything more than just a treat you'd give an animal for doing a trick anyway...how did a small glimpse of warmth make you want to see if there was more? There just couldn't be.
Then there was Gojo. Just silent. A vegetable as you took Sukuna into your mouth over and over again...
You were soaked and cold with your cheeks still stinging from all the crying that escaped you earlier. Your body began to feel weaker with each step you took as heat formed over your cheeks. You felt so dizzy. So ...heavy. The next step you took felt like you were climbing up a mountain making one of your ankles fold and you were falling, but you didn't feel the ground everything just went ...dark...
Sukana noticed you not keeping up and glanced back to you. His eyes shot wide watching as your frail body slowly collapsed and without a thought caught you. Watching your short breaths he placed his palm on your forehead feeling the heat radiating from it and silently sighed cradling your body up into his arms and continued walking back to the house. Upon entering his footsteps towards the bedroom echoed off the walls and all through out as he laid your body down on the bed. Looking how drenched you were he began undressing you then tossed each soaked cloth to the corner of the room as well as your shoes. You were shaking as your eyes slowly began to open. You felt so weak and freezing.
" I'll run a bath...stay here." He tossed the comforter on you and walked into the backroom flipping the light on and not too long after you heard the water starting to run. Oh yea...he wanted a bubble bath now.....that's right...the state your body was in you were going to upset him again for sure, closing your eyes you try to take more deepened breaths. An attempt to gain strength but it was miserably failing...you suddenly feel the comforter being taken off and your body being picked up again making you re- open your eyes as your head falls into sukuna's now bare chest. He carried you into the bathroom and stepped inside the tub now filled with luke-warm water he lowered an arm which allowed you to climb off him as the two of you sat down submerging your bodies. The rush of warmth covering your cold flesh instantly began to calm you when he then gently pulled your back against his chest leaning back. There weren't any bubbles...did he get bored of that thought too? Sighing your weakness lead you to just lean into him with little worry...you didn't even care if he just started to drown you at this point. But for some reason he welcomed it.
" You're sick it seems...I supose I let you out for too long..." he mumbled and started to take parts of your hair washing it carefully avoiding to scratch you with his claws . You softly shake your head letting an almost whisper come out "...No..I-I'm ok..." starting to think he wouldn't let you out anymore for anything...even if it was just to torment you. Being stuck in one place would be horrible...his head started waving from side to side as his hand softly bopped your head making you flinch. Feeling his chest give a deep breath the image of Gojo being left there in the rain on that bench all alone placed a shooting pain into your own making your already sore eyes begin to burn. There couldn't be any tears left...you should be all dried up by now right? ...You felt a light pressure at the back of your head it was Sukuna's mouth. He'd pressed his lips to your head and a low growl was forming behind you.
"...Ask me..." a muffled deepness to his words. Your breathing started to fasten by the confusion. " ...A-ask ...w-what...?..." he took in the scent from your hair and leaned back again watching as your body raised up and down from your breaths. " Ask me why I brought you there..."
You sank both hands into the water staring at the small bubbles floating up from them knowing this must be just another way to break you. Biting onto your own lip your brows curl towards each other making you close both hands into fists. Staring into the clear warm liquid the reason he brought you didn't interest you at all, it was an obvious action to create more pain in you...however, you did have a curiosity "...Can I please ask you..s-something else first?..." lifting his arm to bend and support his head as it leaned into his knuckles on the rim of the tub his eyes narrowed.
"...Why not..." sounding almost interested.
" ...uh-...w-why-.." your two fists begin to clench harder "...W-why is memory l-loss part of o-our pact Sukuna?..." The gaze you gave into the watery depths remained unwavered as you hear him beginning to chuckle to himself. He took his hand to the nape of your neck and began to softly glide his thumb up and down the top of your spine into the base of your lower hairline and sighed " Do you want me to be honest?...my little sorcerer..." As you begin to nod your body pauses as your head is brought backwards against him having your eyes meet his gaze upside down, he smirks looking at you moving his other hand to wrap around your lower face letting his thumb begin to graze over your lips.
" Something inside of me didn't want you to kn-..." he stops before taking a huge amount of air through his nose making his eyes look away from you while raising a brow as he released it. "...know what all you've been told to do...I really couldn't tell you why..." your lips slightly part staring at him feeling confused and flustered . Didn't want you to know what you've been made to do?...that doesn't make any sense at all!... you lift your upper torso away from him and twirl around to where you're now facing him completely " D-didn't want me to...then why did you let me see him?!?... and like tha-..."
Sukuna shifts his eyes back to you and reaches to pull your neck thrusting your face into his as he collects your mouth to his own. Holding you there he kisses you deeply sending your upper half to fall into his. Grunting and tensed at the sudden embrace your eyes close then begin to relax giving him the signal to press deeper with his lips to yours. Moving his mouth he starts to take each lip at a time with soft glides from the tip of his tongue before letting it enter yours fully to offer a dance with your own. Soft smacks between the two of you form before he pulls away abruptly still palming your neck with his hold the quick break make your eyes blink open. His breath is quickend as he stares at you...he never looked as handsome to you before and it wasn't Yuji you were seeing...it was completely Sukuna's form coming out of him that you saw. Maybe this is what sukuna use to resemble...when he use to be ...human?...
Sukuna began to raise from the tub after relasing your neck and was lifting himself by holding the rims of it which made the water level lower so your submerged breasts revealed themselves slightly... He shot a glance to them before letting his legs crawl out of the tub so he could stand aside it. Drips of steamed water slithered down his body making a little puddle at his feet as his hand gave a quick wave.
"Bed "
HIs growl sounded more vibrant and hastened and you move to tug the plug to release the pool of water you sat in before getting up and crawling over of the tubs rim yourself. Getting over it you began to reach for a towel to dry off but your arm is caught by his and proceeds to pull you with him as he walked towards the bedroom. Giving a sharp tug pushing you ahead of him...he moves one hand to slide along your side landing it on your hip while forcing you to fall into the bed's edge at the end of the mattress forcing your knees to bend onto it while both of your hands fall flat into soft sheets ahead of you. Moving to align himself from behind you the hand on your hip starts to grip your flesh a bit tighter...his breathing has become harder as a grin begins to form on his face. Taking his free hand he slowly glides across your bare ass rubbing it smoothly along each curve he's met with until it falls to cup your sex letting his fingers gently rub along its lips. The warmth in his touch begins to make your folds tingle at each graze he gave it causing soft moans to release from your mouth.
Focused on his movements his eyes flicker up to take in each crease of your body watching as your lower back slowly arches into his touch. " I'll allow one request...I'll edit it of course to my liking... but...after that you are never to ask of me for anything ever again..." you gasp as one of his fingers moving on your now pulsing core slides in-between it's folds entering your now pulsing lips hungrier for more of him to enter it. Groaning mildly as you pant in pleasure your hands begin to clench the sheets as your face falls downwards trying to think of a request while each given touch by him throws your ability to concentrate off. What could you ask of him?...this feeling he's giving you is ...and so easily...it's just so...addicting.
Biting your lip again you grasp the sheets harder moving into his teasing more frequently as he begins to chuckle again from behind " Awe...what is it?... hard to think of something right now?" This man was bi-polar for sure. Sliding his tongue to coat his fang he grins wider moving his fingers little game faster making your pants increase to the rhythm of each touch. Breathing in deeply you try to think and without much restraint you spit out " L-let me...ah...my-uh....let m-me release Go-Gojo...ple-...please!... " he cocks his brow then sighs keeping the pace of his fingers then pushes one further inside as he mutters "...figures that'd be it..." removing them from your slick sex he postions his hard cock to the entrance only allowing the tip of it to kiss its entrance. His tone darkens as he toys sliding it along your folds mixing his pre-cum with your pussy's drool causing your body to shudder with anticpation.
" Howwww about ...I let you release him...but only after I receive my new vessel... However..." pushing the tip of his cock deeper and as slow as he can to make the moan you began to release stretched out as the walls of your pulsing core started to grip onto his thick member. " ...If you go to him or anyone else before or thereafter... I will bathe you in their massacre..." feeling his meat work into you your heart pounds faster as an overwhelming dose of arousal and fear cover you as pink flushes over your cheeks.
You hessistate while over-flowing with the want of him to fill you turning to sadness at losing them but-...
"...I-I..o-okay...D-deal...i-"...you begin to pant. It didn't sound actually horrible of a deal. True you couldn't see anyone ever again but at least...at least they'd be ok...right?
Sukuna takes his hand and firmly makes both palms grip each of your hips tightly and plunges the rest of his length inside of you with a rough thrust smacking his legs into the meat of your ass hard then begins to thrusts over and over feeding off each moan you whimpered out knowing it was from pleasure . His rapid breaths mixing with sensational groans and laughter with each jolt his hips gave creating room for his throbbed cock to go deeper and deeper. Licking his lips and keeping his wide grin he kept ramming into you until he released his seed filling you up again until it spat back towards himself letting your body fall forward and flat breathing so hard your breaths and pounding heart was all you could hear. Moving over to lay aside you, he took the comforter and put it over the two of you then pulled you to lay over on his chest. Your head was moving up and down from his escalated breathing as you closed your now heavy eyes trying to listen to it.
"Alright then" he grunted
Not soon after you began to fade out falling asleep...sukuna took his hand and started petting your head as he stared up at the ceiling hearing you phase off to dream. He still couldn't put together why he kept you...he only knew you belonged to him and that wasn't going to change.
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fanfic-inator795 · 1 year ago
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Looking back at TGaMM s2, while it’s pre-ending could’ve been stronger and the arc with the Chens could have used a bit more fleshing out, it’s FINAL episode was just about perfect and the stuff I loved from s1 was just as great as ever and as such, if this is the last we see of TGaMM, I’m pretty satisfied.
Anyway, outside of the s2 (series?) finale which I’d call a 10/10 episode and ending, here’s my top 10 in no particular order:
- A Doll to Die For: I’m a sucker for Lord Hater- I mean, Lord Doom. Really funny with good horror-comedy elements and a really sweet ending, has those s1 vibes of helping a character find their happiness and it’s just an easy one to rewatch for me.
- The (After)Life of the Party: Of course I’m gonna love the ep that gave us Jeoff - plus it’s just fun in its own right, and that song’s a bop.
- Faint of Art: VERY relatable as as a fellow creative, another great song, really good jokes and an incredibly sweet ending
- Dance Dad Revolution: Pretty sure I’m the only one who really likes this one, haha. I just found it really amusing, and even when he’s at his ‘worst’, Pete is still just super charming to me. The song in this one is one of my faves (was stuck in my head for the longest time), and I love that it was the Jeoffs and their genuine love for dancing that inadvertently ruined Scratch’s scheme in the end, lol.
- All Shark No Bite: just a fun time, ngl. I love GhostShark and I’m so happy he stuck around
- Davenport’s in Demise: really interesting spotlight for Andrea. Another great song, great lesson, fun jokes- and come on, of course I was gonna put the ep with the “soft rock personality” joke on here, haha
- Kenny’s Falling Star: Idk, I just really like the story in this one. Kenny’s actually a lot more endearing than I thought he would be, and both his songs are great.
- Frightmares on MainStreet: excluding the s2 finale, this was probably the best out of all the Half-Hour eps this season, as it never feels like it’s dragging nor does it ever feel rushed. It’s fun, sweet, exciting - really the only knock against it comes from how it’s ending now feels a bit hollow, given how rushed the rest of the Chens arc ended up being. (Also I’m still a bit annoyed that the Frightmares in the thermos never came back, either as a serious threat or as a solution to defeating another threat. Like- why bother having them in the Chens’ possession in the first place then?)
- Alakasham: a nice and entertaining episode that really highlights just how much Darryl has grown over the season, plus all the stuff with the magic was a ton of fun.
- FONAA: another ep that felt like a classic s1 romp with great jokes, great moments between Molly and Scratch, and a really sweet ending.
Outside of my faves of the season, I’d say pretty much all the other eps were also really good, only ever being just kinda meh at worst.
I’d say the only ones that stood out in a negative way were:
- (I know I’m gonna be in the unpopular minority on this one) Like Father, Like Libby: it just sorta felt like a One-Scene Wonder sort of ep given that you’re just spending the whole time waiting for the other shoe to drop, thus causing the rest of the ep to feel sorta boring and filler-y since it’s not super funny or interesting in the lead up to the Big Scene. I feel like it could've played better if we got more of Libby and Leah bonding instead of just Libby being only focused on her dad and Leah being worried.
Honestly, out of all the “Special Episodes” this season, it’s the one that feels the most like it instead of simply being an enjoyable ep that happens to have a Special Lesson (like Period Piece or 100% Molly McGee)
AND
- The Grand Gesture: not bad by any means, just overstuffed. It sucks that by the time we finally got a Darryl and June ep, it also had to be shared with a b-plot that felt like it took the majority of the ep. It also just wasn’t super funny outside of like two jokes and felt rushed by the end of it.
All in all, for as much as I loved this season for its episodic installments, it’s new characters (namely Jeff, Lord Doom and Ollie) and its songs, the fact that 2/3rds of the serialized stuff didn’t quite lead up to its potential in the end and fell a bit flat - plus a couple of sorta meh episodes - makes me want to say that I do think s1 is better by juuuuuust a little bit.
But hey, s2 is still incredibly solid and enjoyable - and again, DAMN, that was a super satisfying and really great ending both to Scratch’s personal arc and the show itself - which makes TGaMM a really good show overall in spite of some minor flaws and disappointments. Easily the best modern day Disney show imo right up there with Big City Greens.
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wakemeupinmay · 2 years ago
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My thoughts on the Eurovision songs this year
1. 🇦🇱 Albania - Duje - Albina & Familja Kelmendi
VERY dramatic, but I could shake my ass to the part in which she isn’t singing
2. 🇦🇲 Armenia - Future Lover - Brunette
„I just wanna make art, read books, be loved and called a good girl“ okay ma'am that’s everyone ur not special
3. 🇦🇺 Australia - Promise - Voyager
Do we know why they are headbanging this much? It couldn’t be bc of this song right?
4. 🇦🇹 Austria - Who the hell is Edgar? - Teya & Salena
Not often is a song made spicier by adding some church singing
5. 🇦🇿 Azerbaijan - Tell me more - TuralTuranX
I have just watched the video for the third time and I start to suspect that there is more than one guy singing, I could be wrong tho
6. 🇧🇪 Belgium - Because of you - Gustaph
He looks like a gay musketeer + weirdly enough this song doesn’t make me want to dance, it makes me want to walk???
7. 🇭🇷 Croatia - Mama ŠČ - Let 3
Thankfully for them I love chaos and not knowing what is going on, BUT I did get scared for a second when they undressed
8. 🇨🇾 Cyprus - Break a broken heart - Andrew Lambrou
I am mesmerized but that won’t get me to like the song :/
9. 🇨🇿 Czechia - My sister‘s crown - Vesna
Idk guys, is this a good song or does it just have a good message? It doesn’t bop for me, I’m so sorry I tried
10. 🇩🇰 Denmark - Breaking my heart - Reiley
Okay, do we also have a version in which we can hear his voice in the chorus better? Thanks, the distorted one playing over his singing is a no no. I dig the outfit tho 10/10 very cute
11. 🇪🇪 Estonia - Bridges - Alika
Don’t worry guys, Estonia is bringing the compulsory piano to the contest this year
12. 🇫🇮 Finland - Cha Cha Cha - Käärijä
Very entertaining and very eurovision by the hulk goblin king, very appreciated by me :)
13. 🇫🇷 France - Évidemment - La Zarra
This. woman. has. the. most. snatched. waist. I. have. ever. seen. Other than that, once again France does what it does best, which is being french
14. 🇬🇪 Georgia - Echo - Iru
Did she get turned into a white worm halfway through? + They surely get the award of „lyrics that make the least sense“ this year. „THIS FEELING IS LORD“
15. 🇩🇪 Germany - Blood & Glitter - Lord of the lost
So happy for Germany leaving its shell for once but maybe reconsider the red latex suit. Otherwise they are really cute and make me smile
16. 🇬🇷 Greece - What they say - Victor Vernicos
How did Greece get Tom Shelby’s son dressed like a school boy from the 1940ies to sing about his hurt feelings?
17. 🇮🇸 Iceland - Power - Diljá
So sad Iceland couldn’t keep up the streak of rly good entries. Unfortunately this song holds no PPPPower over me
18. 🇮🇪 Ireland - We are one - Wild Youth
Don’t worry guys, our knights in shining masks are here to save us. Not rly tho, the song is not that much fun :/
19. 🇮🇱 Israel - Unicorn - Noa Kirel
A song called Unicorn has no business being this serious
20. 🇮🇹 Italy - Due vite - Marco Mengoni
What can I tell u…. It’s definitely Italys entry + Does he sound like an italian Michael Jackson???
21. 🇱🇻 Latvia - Aijā - Sudden Lights
The last time I saw lights like these on stage Germany got 0 points, be careful Latvia
22. 🇱🇹 Lithuania - Stay - Monika Linkytė
What does Čiūto tūto mean?
23. 🇲🇹 Malta - Dance (our own party) - The Busker
I see you Malta, trying to have your own little epic sax moment
24. 🇲🇩 Moldova - Soarele si Luna - Pasha Parfeni
This felt like a spiritual fever dream + gotta love the nuns in the crowd
25. 🇳🇱 Netherlands - Burning Daylight - Mia Nicolai & Dion Cooper
This song is all the stages of grief I go through once my favourite does not win eurovision
26. 🇳🇴 Norway - Queen of Kings - Alessandra
Aye aye captain we stan! BUT I would have looooved if the show (costumes, dance,…) were a cringey eurovisiony pirate thing
27. 🇵🇱 Poland - Solo - Blanka
Why is it giving parody of rich spoiled brat that thinks she can sing bc daddy said so?
28. 🇵🇹 Portugal - Ai Coração - Mimicat
I like it, it’s not a ballad and fun also she looks exactly how I would imagine a Mimicat
29. 🇷🇴 Romania - D.G.T. (Off and On) - Theodor Andrei
I didn’t expect to be going to an underage bondage strip club tonight.
30. 🇸🇲 San Marino - Like an animal - Piqued Jacks
He is giving me mixed signals. Am I sexy Aphrodite or do I stink and am poisonous? Why is he chasing me? Is that good or bad? I’m worried
31. 🇷🇸 Serbia - Samo mi she spava - Luke Black
He is very much Melovin coded but I do connect with the message an awful lot
32. 🇸🇮 Slovenia - Carpe Diem - Joker Out
It’s good, I get the hype, curious what they’ll do on stage tho
33. 🇪🇸 Spain - Eaea - Blanca Paloma
Is it allowed to perform religious rituals on stage?
34. 🇸🇪 Sweden - Tattoo - Loreen
After that huge TV fell on that one kpop performers head this performance makes me extra nervous
35. 🇨🇭 Switzerland - Watergun - Remo Forrer
Don’t worry Remo, Switzerland is one of the safest countries on earth
36. 🇺🇦 Ukraine - Heart of Steel - Tvorchi
I think I have never been more surprised by a country sending a generic pop song. Or maybe it was to be expected the most rn. It’s not bad by any means but also def not a winner and everyone knows that
37. 🇬🇧 United Kingdom - I wrote a song - Mae Muller
If I don’t see the name Mae Muller on the writing credits to this song I will absolutely throw a fit
(List of videos I watched)
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charissenicolette · 2 years ago
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“Harry’s House” by Harry Styles — an album review
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During the pandemic, a lot of things came to a halt, including concerts. A lot of people turned to music (streaming and physical copies such as vinyl, CD, and cassette) and other forms of entertainment for leisure at home. Meanwhile, a lot of musicians started working on new music. At the time, they’d be thinking, "What would a ‘pandemic album’ sound like?" It depends on the artist, of course. To celebrate one year since the release of Harry's House, here is my review (I became a fan one month after this album's release).
The pandemic definitely made people reflect on a lot of things, especially their own lives. According to Harry, "It is definitely the most personal record that I think I’ve made... I think it’s also the most free I’ve ever felt making music..." "[The album] is named after Hosono; he had an album in the 70’s called Hosono House, and I spent that chunk in Japan; I heard that record and I was like, ‘I love that. It’d be really fun to make a record called Harry’s House.’"
Synth pop and Harry experimenting with the texture of his vocals take center stage. The album is full of pop bops that are sure to be on loop. Most of the songs are about relationships. Amusing lyrics like "Green eyes, fried rice, I could cook an egg on you/Late night, game time, coffee on the stove, yeah/You’re sweet ice cream, but you could use a flake or two" match the (mostly) cheerful atmosphere of the album. The album is full of standard pop songwriting paired with simple yet delightful melodies. "In this world, it’s just us/You know it’s not the same as it was" are the most relatable lyrics of the album as they describe the effects of the pandemic.
The slow, introspective songs in the middle of the album, Little Freak and Matilda, also shine, as the melodies suit the delicate subjects of these songs. He is sincere as he recalls a previous relationship then a person who has gone through something tough. "You showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days/It’s none of my business, but it’s just been on my mind" shows off Harry’s potential as a good songwriter. After the ballads come the smooth, jazzy songs Cinema and Daydreaming, which continue to depict the attraction previously mentioned in the songs of the first half of the album. The last four songs of the album are interesting as they switch between paces and topics.
The only skip on this album is the track Boyfriends which was originally supposed to be on his sophomore album Fine Line. This ballad sounds like a lullaby; however, its pacing and Harry's crooning on this track aren't captivating or memorable enough. Maybe this track would have sounded better if it were middle- or fast-paced, or if he had sung in a different way. It's quite strange that this track is second to last instead of following or in between Little Freak and Matilda.
Harry’s House is introspective yet riveting. The album is one of the best recent mainstream pop albums I’ve ever heard. Despite the heavy synth on this one, it isn’t tiring to listen to. The hype is legitimate. In my opinion, there’s only one skip on this album (try guessing which song it is — hint: it’s on the latter half). This album is really fun and full of earworms.
Verdict: Good, fun
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