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decriminalize infodumping criminalize using an incredible song in your video and not leaving a link in the description

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WE PLAY THE SAME KEYS AT DIFFERENT TIMES — r. kaji.

cw: 18+ mdni, f! reader, car sex, spit. wc: 0.8k a/n: unedited. thought about him on my drive home. enjoy. 

You and Kaji can’t ever just listen to music in the car together.

He really never intended for it to be like this at first— but once it happened the first time, it’s all he could think of the next time he got in his car. It’s the same every time; inviting you for a ride to listen to a tune that’s stuck in his head, one he claims he can’t get rid of until he hears it again. But with him, it can never just be one song. There are too many that make him think of you these days, despite his best efforts to press skip on those in particular. 

He drives around until night falls, and you’ve both shared everything you’ve had on repeat this week. As he pulls onto the highway, the low vibration of his car picking up speed thrums against your thighs, much like the guitar blaring through his speakers. The low light of the city falls on his hands as he steers with practiced motion, heel of his palm flat against the leather. Warm yellow light trails along the veins on his arms, dragging your gaze wherever it touches. It highlights the rim of his features for a split second, long enough to see the way he side eyes you.

He lets out a huff, leaning back against the headrest to hide in the dark, though it’s futile. As he whirrs past the overheads, the light guides your gaze to his thighs, spread lazily even with one foot on the gas, and up, up, up to…oh. It’s only a second that you see it before light rushes past, and you wait on the next street light to illuminate him. It takes its time, stretching slowly over the same path, fingertips to forearms to biceps. A flit of your eyes down, and the car leers onto the exit ramp, light changing its course and missing the bulge of his cock entirely. 

The both of you huff for different reasons, you in disappointment, and him in relief. Not that you can hear each other over the music, anyway.

You spend the rest of the ride bopping your head along and picking up your phone to add songs you like to your own playlist. He’s grateful that there aren’t as many street lamps on the route to your place, so you miss the poorly hidden smirk that plays on his lips. 

Pulling into your driveway, he thumbs at his wheel to turn the music down just as that one song comes on. The one you fucked to the first time he did this; the reason he keeps inviting you to do this. He pauses, sighing, and turns it back up again. You tense, thighs crossing as you hear the click of his seatbelt and squeak of the leather as he reaches over to click yours, too.

Kaji’s breath always comes out ragged— grits his teeth and hisses through them even as his chest heaves for more oxygen. He’s got you bouncing on his cock in his backseat, guiding you to some extent, rough grip on your hips because he really can’t find it in himself to be gentle. Not when you move so perfectly you hit every goddamn beat. 

You’re the perfect melody to him— he has half a mind to lean forward and turn the music down in favor of the sound of you. Ass clapping against his thighs, wet squelching from between yours, breathy moans and gasps and keens. He wishes he could isolate every salacious layer of sound— to savor it, ingrain it into his memory to replay over and over.

The beat of the song slows, just before he knows it’ll build up again. He takes the break to wrap an arm around your waist, effectively slowing the motion of your hips. You whine as he forces you to grind your clit against him, and he hums, captivated.

Using his free hand, he twirls his fingers through your hair, wrapping the strands around to get enough hold to pull you forward, the abruptness ripping a gasp from you. Perfect. Twisting his lips up, he tilts his head forward, letting a glob of spit travel past his lips and drip down onto your awaiting tongue as he plants his feet firm on the ground. With all the leverage in the world, he bucks his hips up into you as the beat picks up again, the heavy weight of his thrusts knocking the air from your lungs. 

It gets hard to move when you squeeze around him, ticks him off that you’re slowing down his rhythm. He just wants to give you what you deserve and you’re always holding him back with that fucking grip of yours. At least, he thinks, you’re giving him a chance to readjust his hips, so he can hit that spongey spot inside you until the song closes out, until all that’s left is the sound of your shared panting.

[starsfromtoulon]

[ggarbagee]

another skimble !!

[anghraine]

i just saw someone say that faramir is infuriating because he's self-aggrandizing in claiming that he won't act in any way that doesn't befit his status, and on one hand - i understand the root of it? he does have a courteous, almost formal style of talking. he does openly claim that he would not take this mysterious power (before he knew about the ring) if it was on the highway. he agrees to denethor's characterization that he wants to appear noble like a king of old.

but on the other hand i'm straining at the bit to defend my baby because - infuriating?? when he lives up to the words he is saying?? when the text shows over and over that he's loved by his people, that he genuinely tries to live by those standards (and seems to succeed) - him not killing even animals unnecessarily, him riding back for his men. even his proclaimed dream to see gondor's tree bloom and peace restored, is supported by him seemingly making that transition from steward to king as smooth as possible?

maybe it's because i instantly liked him so much. it just caught me so off guard because this particular criticism never ever crossed my mind. so funny how people will interpret the same thing differently. to some internet user out there, his words are self-aggrandizing. to me, his words are straightfoward and supported by actions - dreamboat central.

Hi, anon! I'm pretty much with you on this one. I've seen the occasional post like that, and I can understand finding his style grating (though I personally love it) or disliking the general baggage associated with Tolkien's handling of Númenóreanness (there's a considerable degree of classism and racism built in to the presentation of Elves and peredhil/Númenóreans in LOTR in particular, while later texts like "The Mariner's Wife" are relatively more nuanced).

But the idea that Faramir is essentially just performing the appearance of high virtue as a sort of imitation of Númenórean cultural values without actually possessing those values or the virtues of the best of them just seems a profound misinterpretation to me. He has flaws, but he's not a hypocrite and he does not fail to live up to his presentation of himself at any point.

He's exactly what he appears to be, a stern and intelligent young man out of step with the current trends of his culture, who still cares deeply about his people and their allies. He's potentially highly dangerous in the way of Denethor and Aragorn, and like them, his personality is hard and unbending when it comes down to it, but he's also gentler than either—the combination of his willingness to act on the threat he represents if necessary and ethically justifiable, with a deep compassion and sympathy for others (even animals), is distinct and really interesting.

I think there's a very important distinction between Faramir performing virtue and gentleness and putting on the persona of a great Númenórean lord in times of peace, and Faramir presenting himself as he truly is and then suiting actions to words, despite the fundamental antipathy between his temperamental inclinations and the circumstances he's been placed in.

[this-life-was-amazing]

"I'm gay and confused." "Not about the fact I'm gay I just never know what's going on anymore." "Like what even is a Manwhore AU?"

[strrawberrystar]

鏡の前で君とまどろむ 薄紅の指先 その手は不意に弱さを見せて 唇をふさいだ

あの日 君と約束を交わした 今は二人 想い出せずに

退屈な歌に耳を傾け 窓の外見つめる 僕はドレスをまとい 踊って見せよう 狂ってるかい 教えて

いつか 風にさらわれてゆくだろう 今は二人 想い出せず

僕はなぜ 風の様に雲の様に あの空へと浮かぶ羽がない なぜ 星の様に月の様に全て包む あの夜へと沈む羽がない ああ

聞かなくちゃ 早く 行かなくちゃ 早く

I dozed off with you in front of the mirror, with light crimson fingertipsYour hand suddenly shows me my weaknesses, and closes my lips

on that day, we made a promise to each other now, neither of us can remember it

I listen to a boring song, and stare out the window

You show me yourself dancing, and I follow your dress with my eyes; what are you aiming for? Tell me

One day, I'll probably be carried off by the wind...now, neither of us can remember it

Why am I not like the wind, like the mist; why are there no feathers that float up to the sky? Why am I not like the stars, like the moon, enveloped by everything; why are there no feathers that sink down into the night?

Don't forget those days that overflowed with love

I can't remember your face

One day, the wind will erase it

Now, neither of us can remember it

Why am I not like the wind, like the mist; why are there no feathers that float up to the sky? Why am I not like the stars, like the moon, enveloped by everything; why are there no feathers that sink down into the night?

Why am I not like the wind, like the mist; why are there no feathers that float up to the sky?

This love and these wounds are nostalgic; now they start to hurt with love, ah

(buck-tick, dress)

[d3n1zet]

I love poetry.

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heres all of the episodes of The Wrong Cat Died podcast that I've transcribed so far so you don't have to listen to them lol

bonus/live episodes are listed as .5's to keep them in chronological order

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sketchy anna

[pickled-flowers]

I've said it once I'll say it again don't fucking follow me you fucking swifties

[redr0sewrites]

girl your music taste is IMMACULATE.

Siouxsie and the Banshees??? that specific guns and roses song??? bikini kill?? rainbow kitten surprise, AND foo fighters?? not to mention MITSKI!!

you literally rock out whattttt

AUGSHSHSHS THANK YOUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!! IM A HUGE MUSIC FANATIC ITS ACTUALLY INSANE LMAO

I LOVE LOVE LOOOVE SIOUXSIE AND THE ENTIRE GOTH GENRE BUT IM ALSO INTO SOME FEMINIST ROCK/RIOT GRRL TYPE STUFF AND LIKE DAD ROCK MY. USIC TASTE IS ALLL OVER THE PLACE LMAO

WHATS UR FAV SONG????

[phanblog]

Christine Daaé Act.1

[synthshenanigans]

There's a lotta peeps on here that aren't in the discord or on twitter & so they cant see certain updates or lil information bits CJ gives. So was wondering if those ppl want a blog where it posts any Jash updates?

[drhotpenis]

*grabs you and puts noise cancelling headphones and a weighted blanket on you* Listen, you need this *plays Cosmo Sheldrake - Interdimensional*

HEY! don't fucking- what're you??-

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..you know what, i actually wont argue with that. i can appreciate a sensory time out..annd i guess your choice in music is...alright, i might actually be surprised.