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[leosbrightstar]

Sirius meeting James and Lily in the Afterlife

James: Are you serious? Harry's all alone now

Sirius: ...

Lily: oh no

Sirius: I'm dead sirius

[leosbrightstar]

I am Leo, god of god is always a good person

@inaskleineschaos

I am Arran, god of the most important thing

EDIT: if y'all don’t wanna use your name use your username

[human-alastor-lovr]

William and wandering belong too @bugabugagashi on tik tok!

Reboot and angel belong too @bloodrediscream

[lucycore]

How about one where Paul Stanley gets turned on by a fan who happens to be a tomboy, but there's just something about her that gets him going, so much so that he wants to "pleasure himself in the dressing room when he's alone", and the reader walks by overhearing it thinking he's not feeling good, so she comes in and realizes what's up and, yeah😏😏😏🤣🤣🤣🤣

Thx for your request <3 hope u like it and sorry that it took so long.

[Kiss]

Paul Stanley x Tomboy reader

⚠️ Smut ⚠️

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The boys were getting ready for the show. U were new and it was ur first day as a stylist so u were led by a lady that worked a bit longer with Kiss to show u what u have to do and how u have to do it. She told u to help Paul Ace with his costume so that's what u did. While helping Ace to fix his costume, he made little jokes to make u laugh as he noticed that u were very shy at ur first day. Your giggled shyly at the beginning but got more comfortable with time and even laughed later.

Paul was sitting and doing his make up while looking to the side from time to time hearing you laugh. At first he was like "whatever" but then when he turned around to really look at Ace who was annoying him, he noticed u.

A blushing and laughing, cute tomboy. He was surprised cuz usually the girls dress really girly around the band or just comfortable to work but u were different. He somehow liked ur style which was weird but something about u and the ur style really turned him on.

Paul stood up and walked over to Gene, telling him that the show has to start a few hours later cuz he doesn't feel well and has to go to his room to chill a bit. Gene of course nodded and let him go with a worried look in his eyes.

" Y/n can u please get some new hairspray, we ran out of two big bottles." A worker asked u.

"Sure but where can I find them?" U asked.

"In the end of the long hallway where the boys room are and then just left."

"Alright, gotcha" U nodded and went out to get them.

While walking past Pauls room u heard a weird noise coming from Pauls room. U knew that he didn't feel well so u stopped by his door and looked at it.

"Should I check if he's ok or just leave him alone?" U thought, standing there for good 3 minutes not being sure. After thinking for a while u got urself to knock at his door but apparently he didn't hear it cuz u didn't get an answer so u just walked in. I mean how had could it be right?

U opened the door and flinched at seeing Paul sitting on his couch with his dick out in his hand. That's like the worst thing that could happen when u just walk in. Seeing Pauls dick.

U quickly apologized many times and Paul flinched as well when he saw u coming in, trying to hide his member what didn't really work. The two of u were so shocked that u just started apologizing and him telling u that it's ok at the same time.

After calming down a bit a big smirk appeared on the starchilds lips.

"Why don't u come in?" He said.

U shyly looked up and nodded slightly before closing the door behind u and just standing there with your hand holding ur second arm in a shy way.

"I'm sorry that I just walked in..I heard noise so I thought something happened and that u maybe need hel-" Paul cut u off.

"It's okay darling. I'm perfectly fine as u can see." He smirked.

"And now that ur here, why don't u help me out a bit? I mean the show must go on and the fans are waiting. U caused the problem."

U didn't move an inch still looking down.

"Come here" he said ina friendly manner.

U looked up a bit and sat down beside him on the couch.

"Why don't u fix the big problem?" He said calmly.

"I will" u overcame ur shyness what got him surprised a little.

U smirked at him and got down on ur knees.

First u stroke his long member to make him even harder and after that u let his tip slide between ur lips which made him groan deeply. U smirked and after a while started sucking it and playing with his balls. From time to time u licked them even what made Paul go crazy.

He grabbed onto your hair and moved it himself as he was close to cumming. After a while he cummed in your mouth letting his cum drip down your throat. When he pulled out of your mouth he opened his cabin to get a condom out. U quickly sat up to take it from him and put it over his dick.

"Strip" He commanded but in a warm not command kind of voice.

U obediently stood up and started striping. His eyes wandered from your breasts all the way down to your legs. When u were completely naked he told u to sit on him. U did as told and started slowly moving up and down feeling his dick deep inside u making u moan out. His big hands made his way from your waist to your breasts, squeezing them. With time u got quicker with riding him what made u both moan at the same time but u still being slightly louder than him. Your hands were resting on his chest while u looked down into his brown eyes, then kissed him.

While riding his hands stroke over your whole body down to your butt where he placed a little spank that made u flinch a little. As he saw that u liked it he did it again and again. After a good amount of fucking u were ready to cum as he hit your g spot just perfectly, making u see and feel heaven. U moaned that u had to cum, he nodded and also started reaching his climax. While he started thrusting into u as u were riding him, u gripe on his shoulders tightened. U felt every muscle of u clenching up and getting tighter around him. His dick started twitching and his breathing became faster. Seconds later the both u cummed at the same time. U gasped out loudly as u felt his load fill u up. After thrusting into u a few times more, he leaned back and breathed out. U rested ur whole body on his chest and cuddled into him, trying to catch your breath.

"Fuck that was so good." His eyes were closed and his breathing became calmer but heavier.

"Are u feeling better now?" U smirked and looked up at him.

He laughed a little and nodded. "I do. Thank u nurse". He smacked ur butt and after cuddling for a while u put your clothes back on, got the hairspray and went back to the rest of the group.

[shooter4pawz]

Small intro (in undercut or wtv u call it)

Main @gvn4pawz

Name? I don't wanna reveal my irl name, but you can call me leafy, pawz, or just any other nickname. (Those are the main 2 i go by online.)

Prns? Mirrored prns/any and all. I truly don't care about MY sex/gender, so I'm whatever you think of me as or wtv you want me to be. You can guess my bio sex lol

Race/ethnicity? Shit idrk the difference between both and more so don't gaf, but my dad's full mexican and my mom is mexican american, so yk, I'm mexican american. I was born in the USA

Idk what else to put, so here is a list of friends...

@schizoboner

He's one of my best friends. I love him so muchhh !! he's so nice to me, and he draws really well. He's also pretty funny and is really cool overallll. I also adore talking with him and wtv I could go on and on why I like him

@lolitaababy

She is so extremely pretty and is also really REALLY sweet, truly one of the sweetest ppl I've ever met online i swear I love her SMMM

@natural-born-darling

She's also so incredibly sweet and really cool !! Has a lot of uhm funny and cool posts (imo) and yeah, I care abt her a lot <3

@jimboboiiii

He's really sweet and pretty caring overall, and he makes me laugh a lot. Uh I love him !!!

I suck at writing crap like this, but I love them all sm including my other friends ofc like I love them so much idrk how to express it with words and idk i suck with words and blah blah so ya. Just know if I could, I'd kiss all of them and marry them ina none romantic way and with consent.

[leosbrightstar]

MWAH

Thats the purpose hehehe <333 You're so sweet tho

THANKS BUT YOU'RE LIKE IDK AHHHHDHGDSJH YK

Sameeee, I can't wait to maybe eventually meet you in real life someday! 🤭

i LOVE you

you're pretty as a painting and greek statues <333

I'm so glad to have you in my life and be able to call you my friend mwahhh

I LOVEEEEE YOUUU!

How can you be so sweet, my love? I'm always giggling when I receive your asks!🤭

YOU ARE SO PRETTY THAT I CAN'T DESCRIBE IT!!! *^*

Awww, I am also soooo glad to have you as friend, I'm so happy that we "meet"! <333

[we-staybhaalin]

RULES: Post 5 songs associated with your OC, followed by 3 outfits they would wear

I was tagged by @bhaalbaaby and @the-eldritch-it-gay (on the main blog!). Thank you both!!!

Posting up for Niralei because of course lol!!

Songs:

Movement // Hozier

Bare With Me // Teyana Taylor

Savage // Megan Thee Stallion

Promiscuous // Nelly Furtado feat. Timbaland

Obsessed // Dynoro feat. Ina Wroldsen

For her everyday clothing, Niralei is a big fan of walking around looking like she walked off a portrait. She's usually wearing something with flower motifs on it and when she wants to be really extra, she's going to pull out one of like six thousand corsets she has that have been specially gifted to her.

When she's out adventuring, she dons armors and armaments that give her the appearance of a bardic swashbuckler--long decorated coat, long boots, and what have you.

No obligation tagging: @nocanonhere @feral--darling @antivan-surana and anyone else that wants to participate! Tag me if you do!

[shallyne]

Feysand Week Day 3

Feyre grimaced after taking her second shot of the evening, making Mor and Cassian giggle. The party was in full swing by now and both of her friends are set on getting Feyre drunk. "It's your birthday!" they are telling her, "You're free!"

She supposed she was and she supposed she should celebrate her freedom after leaving Tamlin. Yes, Feyre knew they were right but she wasn't into celebrating her birthdays, she never found them important enough after a childhood full of forgotten birthdays. Cassian and Mor wanted to show Feyre the magic of birthday parties but if getting drunk was the best way? She doubted it. Feyre shook her head, catching a glimpse of the poster that her friends hung up for the party. "Can we take this down now?" Feyre asked, pointing to her mugshot.

Mor laughed as Cassian replied, "Absolutely not! This day needs to be remembered forever!"

"It's been almost six years!" she told them, suppressing a smile.

Mor slapped her hand on the table in a mock gesture, "I don't know why you want to forget! You were fully in your right to punch Ianthe in the face. She deserved it! Embrace it, bestie!"

Feyre rolled her eyes, "I didn't punch her! It was a slap!" she told her as the song that blasted out of the speakers came to an end, and a new one started. Cassians gaze fell behind Feyre and he stood up.

"My brother is here! I'll be back Ina sec."

Feyre nodded as Mor filled her shot glass again, "Don't look like that, only that one. I know you don't like celebrating your birthday, Feyre, so let's celebrate how far you've come since you left you're toxic hometown." she pushed one glass towards Feyre and raised the other, "To my friend who I am very proud of!"

Feyre huffed, blinking away tears, and they clinked their glasses. She threw back that shot as Cassian stopped back at their table, "Feyre, may I introduce you to Rhysand?"

"You may," she replied, fixing the cheap plastic crown on her, "It's nice to meet y-" she stopped as she locked eyes with a male who was beautiful beyond reason, smiling at her with his hands in his pockets. Feyre swallowed, she recognized him. From her memories, from her dreams. She had thought she had him much more beautiful in her memories because she was under the influence of alcohol back then but her memories didn't even come close to the man standing before her. "I– I know you!" she blurted out.

He raised his eyebrows in question, a smile tugging at his beautiful lips. "Oh?"

"Yup!" Feyre giggled, a wave of happiness rolling over her, "You arrested me at Rita's six years ago! In Velaris!" she exclaimed so loudly over the music that heads turned her way. She ignored them, scooting to the side to make room for him. "Sit down, officer...uh..."

"Rhysand." he told her, sitting down. Cassian took the seat across from them and her friends watched them in amusement. "But please call me Rhys."

"Okay, officer Rhys," he opened his mouth but Feyre kept talking, "How is it going? Still a cop?"

"I–yes, I am." he replied, taking a drink from Mor. "What about you? I heard you're an artist."

"Indeed, I am." Feyre straightened proudly, "I am working with Ressina and I went to art school in New York." she nodded to herself, "You must train a lot as a cop. You definitely look like you do."

Amusement danced in his eyes, "A few times a week." he replied.

"Cool, cool, cool," she said, "Very impressive. Must be hard, I couldn't do that. I mean I could if I wanted to but I don't."

Rhys chuckled, "It's not for everyone." Feyre nodded in agreement. He leaned back in his seat, relaxed, "Do you do commissions?"

"Why? Do you want one?" Feyre asked, brushing a fleck of invisible dust from her jeans. "I can give you my number and we can talk about specifics tomorrow if–"

"If?" Rhys asked, taking a sip of his drink.

Feyre leaned forward, pointing to the group of people who danced, "If you dance with me, officer Rhys."

Rhys smiled brightly, "It would be an honor, Feyre darling." he laughed softly, extending his hand. Feyre took it, following him into the crowd of people.

The next morning Feyre woke up with a message from an unknown number.

>> Hey, it's Rhys

Feysand Taglist:

@captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @edgyellie @starfall-spirit @rhysiedarling @corcracrow @sydney-fae25 @tothestarsandwhateverend @aayo-whatt @dreamlandreader

[effervescentdragon]

aight what’s your wip that’s just a dinosaur emoji i’m curious

(LOVE YOU HOPE YOURE DOING WELL 💕💜🥰✨💛💙🩵❤️💜✨💕🥰😘)

HELLO MY DEAREST DARLING BELOV3D I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH AND I MISS YOU AND I HOPE YOURE WELL MY SUNSHINE!!! 💛💛💛💛💛

okay. thats a jurassic park au that i started writing after binging all the movies, which are my faves, with no pressure to myself just so i could get some things out. it has a very "movie-like" style, where the focus is on the action and physicality and dialpgue more than exploration of feelings, ina show-dont-tell way, and since its f1 rpf, i have a million characters to choose from. the people i hate get eaten by dinosaurs and its supremely cathartic. its my happy place because i am not publishing it i am just writing when i want to, and its lovely to take that pressure away. imma post a bit of it here for any interested audience. i love you <3

“You get full VIP passes for all the attractions, and I’ve managed to ensure you get taken along on the tour that the experts about to evaluate the state of the park are about to take this weekend, though not at the same time with them, after they're done,” Lorenzo said as he herded Arthur and Charles through the corridors of the main compound. “I would ask you to act appropriately for your age and in accordance with my position here, if in any way possible.” He narrowed his eyes and grabbed Arthur’s hand before he could very obviously pick-pocket an access pass from a poor dishevelled engineer that bumped into him. “On your way, Hopkins,” he said to the wide-eyed engineer, and as soon as the man turned the corner, he slapped Arthur on the head. “This goes double for you, petit. I told you you’ll get to see everything. No need to resort to criminal activities to gain access.”

Arthur didn’t even bother to hide his grin. He only shrugged his shoulders, and Lorenzo cursed the Leclerc charm that was already colossal in Charles, but seemed double so in Arthur.

“What exactly is your position?” Charles asked, ostensibly distractedly as he took pictures of everything around him. Lorenzo made a mental note to confiscate his phone before they left the premises and thanked the good sense of jamming all the wifi and data signals inside the main compound. They could not afford another leak, not of any proportion, and Charles had the bad habit of not thinking things through before he posted on his social media. It’s a good thing Sebastian doesn’t use Twitter, he thought to himself, not unkindly. Charles had probably forgotten about those things he posted years ago, but Lorenzo’s job was to know these things, and he remembered. He didn’t know if he wanted Sebastian to see them or not. The answer mostly depended on how annoyed he was with Charles at any given moment. The one thing he knew is that it was good that Arthur didn’t know about them.

He also knew better than to trust Charles’ apparent lack of interest and naivete.

“Manager,” he said breezily. Charles looked away from the phone and raised an incredulous eyebrow. Arthur was peering over Lolo’s shoulder at the passcode he used. Lorenzo just grinned, gave his middle finger scan to the machine, and ushered them into the elevator.

Lorenzo’s job description fit on exactly three A4 pages of Times New Roman font size 12 single-spaced text (although Lorenzo preferred Arial, but nobody really asked him). The text of the publicly available contracts itself was mostly blacked out. There existed one uncensored copy which was stored in the CEO’s safe, and another one which was in Lorenzo’s possession and stored somewhere nobody would ever think to look, just as a precaution. The job shortened to “manager” very nicely and appropriately. It was also a very accurate description, because the amount of managing he had to do on the daily superseded all his other obligations.

Lorenzo was very, very good at managing his job, classified and unclassified parts both. What he was slightly less better at managing were his two younger brothers. He comforted himself with the thought that nobody was perfect and the fact that his brothers were forces of nature in themselves. For that, he loved them more than anything in this world, and for many, many reasons more.

It didn’t mean he didn’t want to throttle them on a regular basis.

“Oscar!” Arthur yelled as they entered the control room, making most of the staff flinch. Oscar and Lando both turned around, and Lorenzo kept a straight face at the way Lando’s face soured when Oscar disentangled himself from his headset and leapt up to hug Arthur.

“Arthur, mate, I didn’t know you were coming! Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, then turned to Lorenzo. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Lorenzo shrugged. “I wasn’t sure if they would be able to make it. Charles had his final exams this week, and it was a tight fit.” He smiled gently. “He passed with top grades, and this is my gift to him for being extraordinary.”

Charles blushed, as Lorenzo knew he would, and accepted Oscar’s hugs and congratulations as gracefully as he knew how; which is to say, very awkwardly while still giving off the satisfied vibes that they were unquestionably deserved.

“What am I, chopped liver?” Lando butted in, reaching for the milkshake on his desk. Lorenzo narrowed his eyes, and Lando fumbled with a pen on the desk as he tried to pretend that was his plan all along. “Hello Arthur, Charles. Why are you here?”

Oscar elbowed him. “Don’t be fucking rude.” He frowned. “Why are you here, though?”

“A special tour of Jurassic World,” Arthur said, launching into an explanation. Lorenzo observed Charles, though. He came closer to the screens where the cameras from the paddocks were displayed, alongside the data on the dinosaurs.

They were supposed to refer to them as ‘assets’. Lorenzo could never bring himself to do so, at least not in the confines of his own mind.

“That is an invisible fence, right?” Charles turned to Lolo, who nodded. “How much is the voltage?”

“Ten thousand volts. Fifteen in the border of the Restricted area.”

Charles’ face scrunched up in thought. “But the pillars you put, they are -”

“Golden One and Silver One are incoming,” Lando interrupted Charles’ thought. “And the boss-man is on his way too.” He grinned, and Lorenzo knew why he was gleeful, but it still somewhat grated on his nerves. “With company. So you should maybe move to the meeting room.”

“Yikes,” Oscar said, typing something up on his computer. “Too late.”

The main elevator doors opened a fraction of a second before the emergency elevator doors, admitting five new people into the control room.

Lorenzo, being the consummate professional, did not sigh, or curse, or frown, or show any sign of distress.

He really, really wanted to, though.

This is going to be a fucking bloodbath, he thought.

He was right; he just didn’t yet know how right he really was.

[leosbrightstar]

[callofdutydecor]

Here's what skinny girls are:

Cute, endearing, adorable, lovable, sweet, lovely, appealing, engaging, delightful, dear, darling, winning, winsome, charming, enchanting, attractive, pretty, cutesy, and adorbs.

Byt plus sized girls? Oh my..:

Sexy, seductive, desirable, alluring, inviting, sensual, solitary, provocative, tempting, voluptuous, luscious, hot, fantasizable, beddable, bootylicious, erotic, arousing, exciting, stimulating, suggestive, spicy, juicy, smutty, pornographic, lewd, lustful, passionate, appealing, and intriguing

And this is targeted(ina nice way) to a certain person(*cough cough* @devil-in-hiding *cough cough*) so they can maybe giggle and feel good about them being plus sized :3

[ina-shumelim]

Bella Ciao in Old Babylonian: "Lūtalak dādī"

The following is my attempt to translate Bella Ciao from the original Italian into Old Babylonian Akkadian from one or two years ago:

Luttalak dādi

1. ina ṣīt Šamšim / anāku atbē, luttalak, luttalak, luttalak, dādī! ina ṣīt Šamšim / anāku atbē ana nakrim maḫārim.

"At sunrise, I arose, "I must go, I must go, I must go, my darling! "At sunrise, I arose "To meet the enemy."

2. qurādum, aḫī, / aḫāka šūbil, luttalak, luttalak, luttalak, dādī! qurādum, aḫī, / aḫāka šūbil, ana mūtim qerbēku.

"Oh hero, my brother, bring my brother, "I must go, I must go, I must go, my darling! "Oh hero, my brother, bring my brother, "I am close to death."

3. šumma addīk / ina qāt nakrim, luttalak, luttalak, luttalak, dādī! šumma addīk / ina qāt nakrim, atti, dādī, qibrīni!

"If I should be killed by the enemy's hand, "I must go, I must go, I must go, my darling! "If I should be killed by the enemy's hand, "You, my darling, bury me!"

4. ina šaduī / qarbam petīam, luttalak, luttalak, luttalak, dādī! ina šaduī / qarbam petīam, ina ṣilli ayyarim.

"In the mountains, open me a grave, "I must go, I must go, I must go, my darling! "In the mountains, open me a grave, "In the shade of a flower!"

5. u ša qarbī / ītenetteqū, luttalak, luttalak, luttalak, dādī! u ša qarbī / ītenetteqū, umma: 'ayyarum damiq.'

"And those who pass by my grave, "I must go, I must go, I must go, my darling! "And those who pass by my grave, "Will say: 'The flower is beautiful.'"

6. ayyarum annûm / ayyar qurādim, luttalak, luttalak, luttalak, dādī! ayyarum annûm / ayyar qurādim ša maksîni ipṭaru.

"This flower / is the flower of the hero, "I must go, I must go, I must go, my darling! "This flower / is the flower of the hero, "Who resolved our bondage."

Two notes: The central issue in translating Bella Ciao was translating that very phrase itself since Akkadian often does not readily lend itself to mono- and bisyllabic words. Furthermore, we are lacking a lot of everyday words and phrases, like: How would one say goodbye? Eventually, I decided on the verbal form luttalak "I will / must go away", which just like bella ciao has three syllables. Because it wouldn't have made sense to repeat the last syllable at the end of the verse mirroring bella ciao, ciao, ciao, I added a second word, dādī "my darling".

Another issue is, of course, vocabulary: Words like partigiano, invasor "invader", or libertà "freedom" do not have clear Akkadian counterparts. The former I translated, depending on the number of syllables I needed, as qurādum "hero" or aḫum "brother", for invasor I chose the more general nakrum "enemy". Libertà "freedom" I ended up translating much more concretely as maksî paṭārum "to remove shackles".

Edit (04 Aug 2024): I changed the last line of verse 2 from aššum mūtam qerbēku "for I am close to death" to ana mūtim qerbēku "I am close to death". In the former translation I assumed without reason qerēbu "to be close to" could take an accusative object; this has now been corrected.

[reduceduranium]

Yeah I feel gross

:|

!! Warnings: I'm prolly gonna talk about nsfw stuff, i am technically a minor, but the legal age of consent is 16 in my state!!

Okay, so a family member had a small party with his friends, both him and his friends are younger than me. And we are all minors (legal age of consent is 16 in my state, but everyone, including me, is under that).

I am the oldest of the non adults there.

And they were talking about rumors and stuff spreading in their school and I was sitting there like fuck, I've done a good chunk of what they're making fun of(mainly sending nudes) but also I thought, hey dude, these 13-14 year olds shouldn't fucking be talking about this stuff. Or even worry about it.

Anyways. Left that convo cause obv not gonna share the fact I have been saed, the fact my (semi) naked pics (I was in underwear and a button up shirt that was barely buttoned up) have been shared by both one of my friends and my ex with my ex-friend at some point.

Yeah, it's safe to say I feel gross.

And it also made me think about how I talk to my irl friends. I treat all of them as if they're relatively on the same level, and yet they all talked shit on each other, had drama between them, and a whole bunch of stuff that didn't involve me. They all had friends, and so did my online friends for most of their lives when I didn't get the chance to make friends. So now I'm slightly emotionally fucked, and unsure how to treat people correctly.

Also, intrusive thoughts. Not elaborating. Just. They were an issue during the whole party.

I also wished I could've invited my darling <3 fuck I miss being able to see them irl every day like I used to. I'm at least planning on trying out a different school, but if it doesn't work out, I can go back to my original one. Which works for me.

Also wish I could see my other partner but nya lives Ina. Completely different state😭😭

Another thing

I fucking feel like shit cause these kids are smarter than me. Are less fucked, know how to talk, and can have friend groups they feel apart of, while I'm stuck struggling to even feel like my friends of around 4 years now are actually seeing me as a friend, and I don't know why these people I care so much about just feel so off, like they're only tolerating me cause I'm there. I can't make jokes cause my actual sense of humor is barely anything.

And ngl, I just don't think I can make any actual friends, just people I'm around sometimes and the people I'm dating.

I think the internet both fucked me over and saved my life.

I think I have some pretty big signs of aspd, but I'm a minor, so I can't actually get diagnosed with it lmao, but I am 97% I have autism

[il-giardino-del-castello]

[Parte 3 di 3 perché ora Tumblr ha un limite caratteri e va nel panico se vede più di 4000+ parole]

Okay

So che a svariata gente Whatever it Takes non piace per nulla. A me non dispiace, anche se non vado mai ad ascoltarla. Devo dire, sono più impressionata dal diaframma d'acciaio della Rubin-Vega. La Beatriz qui tira fuori una vocina ina ina per qualche motivo non ben chiaro - L'ho ampiamente sentita in Encanto, e non suona affatto così. Posso pensare sia per farle una voce più "angelica", per tirare fuori il dere dallo tsundere, per bilanciare il vocione di Carmilla, ma mi fa strano. Mi piace molto più la voce decisa della Franceschetti.

D'altro canto, mi sembra che le voci della Astolfi e della Franceschetti si blendino meglio. O forse trovo che, nel fare il megacontrasto di voci, invece di completarsi, le voci della Rubin-Vega e della Beatriz non c'entrino niente l'una con l'altra…?

Il primo pensiero, quando l'ho sentita, non era legato tanto alla canzone in sé quanto al "Perché ci sono Vaggie e Carmilla che stanno facendo un duetto?". Mi sono detta "Perché sono sentimenti condivisi!". E poi, ohibò, era un foreshadowing del fatto che Carmilla avrebbe fatto dieci minuti di lezione di vita a Vaggie. Mi è piaciuto molto come abbiano sfruttato il tempo limitato della serie con accorgimenti di questo tipo!

Come detto, non vado mai ad ascoltarla spontaneamente, se passa la lascio andare. Quanto a preferenze, viene una cosa strana per cui non credo la Rubin-Vega si possa battere, ma al tempo stesso preferisco la Franceschetti. Quindi, unica in questa classifica, la mia preferenza va ad un crossover!

La canzone che tutti si scordano

E niente, già così è un commento. In italiano fa sorridere che "scusa" abbia due s, per cui "sssssssorry" diventa "sssssssscusssssssa", e gli interventi omicidi di Vaggie e Angel, sulla stessa scia lenta e "buona" dello strumentale, mi fanno ridere, ma se è la canzone che tutti si scordano c'è un motivo.

Che poi sia vitale per la trama è un altro discorso.

L'unica gif che ho trovato per questa canzone.

Dovevamo fare 2 canzoni ad episodio

Concludiamo con la famigerata Welcome to Heaven, la canzone che o la sia odia o si accetta che esista.

No, vabbè, in realtà non è affatto brutta ed è volutamente "sciocca", ma capisco che in una colonna sonora come quella di Hazbin Hotel si strabuzzino gli occhi a sentirla passare - Tra l'altro, incastrata tra More Than Anything e You Didn't Know. Hanno preso la parola "breather" un po' troppo alla lettera, mi sa-

Mi dimentico sempre che sul finale canta anche Emily-

In questo caso, la versione italiana è quella che brilla di più perché hanno deciso di usare Polidori. Capisco perfettamente il ragionamento dietro "Ci serve la voce di un angelo!" e quindi vai a tirare fuori Polidori dalle ragnatele o dalle fabbriche di cioccolato, è il collegamento mentale più scontato, ma… Io non sono sicurissima che San Pietro avrà mai tutto questo screentime, né queste gran canzoni, quindi perché Polidori su un personaggio probabilmente marginale? *Le Sigh

Chissà, forse l'hanno fatto per darle un valore di ascolto. Povera Welcome to Heaven. Non la odio e neanche mi fa schifo, accetto che esista, e se passa in italiano almeno è vocalmente bellissima.

In conclusione

Nessuna canzone è brutta, ce ne sono solo due un po' più deboli e quelle belle bellissime, per me, sono ben otto su sedici. Datemi il CD inglese/italiano ora.

[leosbrightstar]

you're so relatable 😔😔

#i need my nightly wolfstar #i love your posts #ina darling <3

"good night" I say and open ao3 while giggling and kicking my feet

[heart-sized]

Im having some negative thoughts about my body, so to not hate myself as much here I go.

Lets say reader (muggle/wizard your choice) is having a low body positivity day, nitpicking little things she hates about her body- how her waist isn't as slim as she thinks it should be, how she doesn't smile as much as others, how her hair curls in humidity. Those little things that Severus can't imagine you without, the things he adores the most about you.

He eventually confronts you about it, most likely shocked and saddened by how much you can love him, body and soul, but hate yourself in the same aspects.

(Much love to you dear, you write beautifully! <3)

divinely perfect — s. snape

★⺌◞. severus snape x f! reader

plot. as given in the request <3

cw. established relationship, body positivity, fluff. none that i know of.

a/n. i'm sorry love this could have gone better but writing about body positivity is tough for me bc im still struggling with it. writing this made me feel like a hypocrite. but tysm love. i hope you feel better omg <3

masterlist // sev masterlist

“darling, what are you doing there sitting alone?”

you are broken out of your trance at your husband’s words and you give him a small smile, momentarily forgetting everything. it isn't uncommon for you. there are days in your life when everything goes low and you cannot help but coexist with your deepest insecurities. you are still learning to cope with it.

“are you okay?” severus' voice is full of concern as he stares at the way you're gripping your hair, almost as if you want to cut it off. he comes closer, holding your hand. “talk to me, baby.”

“i am ... i am fine, love.” even your smile sounds fake.

“please,” he mumbles, the worry flashing in his dark eyes as he squeezes your palm, “talk to me about it!”

“i .. i hate myself, sevy!” you whisper, not daring to look up at me, “why am i like this?”

“what do you mean?” his grip on your hand tightens as if you're slipping away.

“look at me. i am so ugly. my hair. it curls so badly in the humidity. look at my waist. it could have been a little bit slimmer. the blackheads on my nose. the stretch marks on my shoulders. it's too much, sev.”

his eyebrows curl up as he wipes your tears with his fingers. “is that what you see when you look at yourself, my love?”

“because,” he leads you to the mirror, letting you see your reflection, “that's not what i see when i look at you.”

he runs his hands over your hair. “your hair curls up wonderfully.” and then on your waist. “your waist is divinely perfect.” he pokes your nose fondly. “your blackheads are adorable.” and finally, he gives little butterfly kisses on your stretch marks. “these stretch marks are a sign of your beauty and strength, my love.”

you sob, letting the tears fall as he kisses your neck and shoulder from the behind. “do you .. do you mean it, sev?”

“have i ever lied to you, baby?” the tenderness in his voice makes you want to believe him. “go on, love. repeat what i said.”

taking a shaky breath, you run your fingers over your hair. “my hair curls up wonderfully.” deep breath. “my ... my waist is divinely perfect." another deep breath. “my blackheads are adorable.” you trace your stretch marks. “my stretch marks are a sign of my beauty and strength.”

“good girl,” he whispers, kissing you, “my perfect girl.”

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