#just like an ils!!!!! <- im not even kidding

[byksigmatruther]

so @blunderbussin gave me an excuse to write an essay about hirasawa and im going to do that instead of anything impactful with my life and it's going to probably get stupid long. oopsie

So the aspect of Hirasawa that intrigues me the most is the lore surrounding the interactive live shows, a form of storytelling he's more or less pioneered. While there seems to be no particular overarching story (anymore. but thats a story for another day), all the stories that are told by the different shows are loosely connected, sharing characters or referencing events in previous shows; as well as being supplemented by sporadic stories that Hirasawa writes about some of the characters.

And listen. When i say 'loosely connected' i mean i have spent hours and hours and hours with my closest friends (who are also hirasawa fans) trying to stitch these events into a semi-cohesive whole because this old man does not give two brass coins for any kind of continuity (and he's really loosey-goosey on any kind of details), which drives me absolutely insane because goddamnit i will make this stupid thing make sense all together.

Also there's really some pretty banger concepts in these lives: machines that enforce the reality of the world based on collective perception, totalitarian government ruled by an alien fern, the green nerve network (its really hard to explain), Sim City as a place, an echo of modern cities in a virtual universe, Layer-Green/Communo Hybridia, the digital sea, timeline hopping cyborgs with terminal self-loathing

im talking about HIM my beloved good times girl, my rotten cheese man btw ↆↆↆↆ

anyway. this is a topic i could literally talk for hours about And I Have. i've spent so much time lovingly crafting theories only for them to have about a million holes shot through them because of some silly detail i completely forgot. oops. but im going to shut up for now before i get into the really deep/silly shit because if i speak about the ascii dragon or luuk sathwan khondiaw i will literally never ever shut up. i am a dork

[itsalwaysdark]

and when i live on my own ill be able to decorate like real life decorate ive never gotten to do that in real life b4

[fatuismooches]

about reader and dottore having a child, i love imagining some lost agents being so terrified of our little sweetheart (bc look at him, he has the genes of a monster) but then being so shocked when he whipped up the brightest smile in all of teyvat (although if you ask him and dottore yours is brighter, like a sun compared to a star) and started happily leading them to their designated lap and segment

our little baby having some of readers birthmarks would be so cute, or like the hair is a little more like yours texture-wise, the eyes are way softer looking and has more of a spark... yk the tiniest detail only you and dottore would notice

speaking of that hehe imagining the sweetheart has the looks of your husband but the personality of you, you could get this boy to do so many things to dottore without many(- to none) questions. like idk, teasing him for yours but then you fall asleep on your hubby so your son takes over, using puppy eyes when you want attention bc double the cuteness turned out to be more effective... i have too many ideas and i almost feel bad for dottore now

but yeah just you and your precious son annoying your husband because you're both bored of sitting in bed all day

also some of the harbingers who don't really know you finding out years after your son was born is so funny to me for like no reason

like arlie not wanting a dottore segment around her children but he's also related to you so he wouldn't dare hurt any of them

a lot of agents would find out with rumors or being unlucky and put in a lap with a segment and him, then talking to the sweetheart and not being as scared (kind of)

some of the harbingers probably ended up finding out by the many things their agents "whisper" about

but childe, columbina, pantalone, the grandpa(im so sorry i cant remember his name), and then ofc pierro and her majesty Tsaritsa knew already. tsaritsa and pierro because i guess they kind of have to or they yk can tell. the rest was there while you(/something??) was pregnant for reasons. also childe (+ pantalone) is the uncle despite poor zandik trying to not let it happen, but he's good at the children thing, so he will let it slide (you threatened to not kiss him or any segment for two days, zandy would be spared dw)

i would also give you name ideas but my brain is dull and stopped working so meh

how dare you give him the illness even though it makes sense :<

-Luv ya

There are many things you can encounter in the Doctor's lab, being the place of research it is, but the most unbelievable thing is the little child that oddly resembles Lord Dottore that one can find wandering about sometimes (correction: that has somehow escaped from the watchful gaze of his parents.) Any agent that encounters this little guy always pauses in shock for a good few moments, watching the little blue-haired boy smile a smile as blinding as the sun, before whipping out the Fatui's Handbook to learn how to proceed with this matter. Needless to say, it is imperative for one to know how to deal with this situation - this is the Lord Harbinger, the Doctor, Il Dottore's child after all.

The child having Dottore's looks and your personality is the best combination you could ask for. Uncle Pantalone and Auntie Columbina have so, so much fun with your son, telling him the most ridiculous stories about his father, which your son repeats to Dottore, making the scientist want to end his two co-workers immediately. You do nothing to stop the show. Of course, you only make it worse. Needless to say, Dottore is absolutely tired of you two, but he loves you both so there's nothing he can really do other than scold you and then dispel his son's questions.

Dottore would keep the matter as private as possible, but that's kind of impossible considering how curious his kid grows to be (snuck out multiple times, landed in the House of the Hearth once, walked into one of the Captain's training sessions - he has a knack for riling things up, much like how you did a long time ago.) Despite the majority of people having... certain feelings toward the Doctor, well, at the very least they had to congratulate you. (Why would you ever raise a kid with him?) (Childe giving you the best advice ever about dealing with kids while Dottore stares daggers at him because you kicked him out...)

(I love Dadttore sm...)

[eluxcastar]

hi ive never written a request before so im sorry if its bad or too vague

could you write a dottore with an adopted child reader? like maybe he found them on the outskirts of a small town and just was like “im adopting you now”?

Dottore slightly dadfailing his way to fatherhood

── ୨୧：il dottore & reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: dadtore picks up a kid and takes it in like a box kitten

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, child reader, reader's backstory is mostly ambiguous, this is literally exactly as is written on the tin

୨୧﹑words :: 753

you're doing just fine honey I'm sorry you've had to wait so long for me to complete this and the fact that it's basically a ramble, I'm just getting back into it so please forgive that it's slightly messy

It was cold when he found you, too cold for a child to wander about unchecked. Little children were never his thing, but scooping you up under your arms like a boneless little ragdoll and carting you off with him that night felt right somehow.

It would be simple to discard you on the doorstep of the House of the Hearth and simply forget you had existed, as that is hardly uncommon in the children there. Being delegated to the orphanage by a Harbinger is usually a visual shorthand: "They had parents once- just yesterday, in fact. Thanks to the Fatui's involvement, they don't anymore."

You're different. Circumstances demand it when Dottore has no access to the House.

Dottore swaddled you in his coat, shedding it in the same motion he scooped you up, carried you back into town where he could set you up on the closest thing you could get to a bed, situated on a chair in the basement where he got you a change of clothes. You didn't ask where they came from or what he did with your old clothes.

A bath of warm water did you well, easing the chill in your bones and washing away the dirt sticking to your skin. You popped the soapy bubbles with your fingers and sat quietly as the water ran over you. Dottore is good at giving baths, experienced from the days of sterilising subjects.

It's nice to feel clean. Dottore let you get out on your own and dress yourself in a fresh change of clothes.

The pillows were thin, blankets not enough to keep out the cold, but for the first night, he let you keep his coat.

Perhaps he intended to turn you over at that time, but a month has passed, and nothing has happened. You thought Dottore would be cold and distant, but he lets you poke around and play with things befitting a child. You watch and observe what he does but don't understand it. Many ask, and he evades answering.

Dottore isn't one for affection, not typically, and you've given up on having him read to you or play with you. It's not in his nature to treat you too softly. You have to be self-sufficient because his work demands it, and while he can monitor you, he can't stop to cut the crust off your sandwiches or do any more than offer that you sit by his side when you get scared.

He cares, but not typically. At first, it's almost...comforting how little he tries to push you into normalcy when you're so used to being by yourself. You can wander and aren't coddled too much beyond being unable to get into dangerous things.

You're well-fed and well-dressed, and you get to listen to Scaramouche, the strange doll man when he comes down. By all means, you are well-kept for a child. Apparently, it is because he got attached, as Scaramouche put it.

You don't quite understand how that could motivate him until he points out everything he's done, from making you comfortable to buying you clothes and even embracing you as his own. Rearranging the way he stores things to practically babyproof his lab was a feat just so you could wander around it safely in a place where he can watch you easily. How could he give you up? He obviously has no intention to.

It feels like the lightbulb to your little mind that sets off a domino effect as you look around you and start to realise these things. There is almost the sense that, despite Dottore’s informality towards his role as a father, Dottore doesn't want to give you up to the orphanage and maybe never did in the first place.

He likes it when you pester him and have to rely on him. He set everything that could kill you on the highest possible shelf, took note of the clothes you didn't like, the foods that put you off eating and collected the blankets he could find to make your bed more cosy, the occasional toy, plenty of visitors coming in and out to listen to. It's always warm where you sit.

Dottore let you keep borrowing his coat to sleep under, and you even convinced him to read you a storybook, if only once. There are many nights you fall asleep somewhere and wake up wrapped up in blankets and his coat, just as you like.

It seems very pleasant to live this way.

[maseyfilms]

WILDEST DREAMS — C.L16

summary. based on wildest dreams by taylor swift

pairing. charles leclerc x female!reader

w.count. 5.0k+

warnings. bad english; not proofread; fluff; angsty if you squint; cursing

a/n. this took me so long to finish, im not even kidding when i say i spend two or three months doing it (or even more). anyway, hope you like it !

He said, "Let's get out of this town

Drive out of the city, away from the crowds"

I thought Heaven can't help me now

Nothing lasts forever

But this is gonna take me down

september 2019; Italy, Monza

sunday- race day

'he won in spa, he wins in monza!

Charles Leclerc is the winner of the 2019 italian grand prix!'

You were stunned, or surprised, actually the feeling was confusing for you. You were so happy and so proud of a person you met less than one week ago. About a sport you have never watched in your life.

Maybe it was the vibe. The crowd of red caps and red ferrari flags. Smokes of the italian flag colors making the view even more enchanting.

'Il predestinato!' they screamed. Even with your horrible italian you managed to understand what they were saying.

They were screaming about Charles, your Charles.

You were smilling widely even not knowing anything was going on around you, just that Charles won the race, your first race, the one he begged you to be there. The thought made your heart beat a little bit faster.

You heard a notification sound coming from your phone as soon as you were out of the paddock, heading to the parking lot, it was a message from Charles saying to meet him at his room when you arrived at the hotel.

A few minutes later the door from his bedroom opened revealing a very happy Charles, no longer in the well-known Ferrari suit, now dressed in simple black denim shorts and a tight white t-shirt, sweaty skin mixed with the champagne from de celebration. You would cringe at the view and probably would think it was disgusting if wasn't Charles.

‘Hey, il predestinato’ You joked and and gestured for him to seat by your side on the edge of the bed.

'How do you know about that?" he asked knitting his eyebrows together, dragging himself towards the bed and talking a seat beside you.

‘The people were saying it there' you smiled widely and glanced at the window, 'can't believe you actually won the first race I watched’.

‘How do you feel about it? don’t know, maybe you win every race and I’m just being stupid’ he chuckled.

‘I don’t, but I feel happy though, mainly 'cause you were watching.’ He smiled, red into his cheeks as he admitted, the same red appearing to your own at his words.

'and… I was thinking maybe since I won I could take you out?’ he asked, biting his lip to contain the huge grin that was trying to break out.

‘I would like that Mr.Leclerc’ You said getting up from the bed. ‘I’ll just get my stuff’ and you leave a small peck on his cheeks.

‘So where we’re going?’ You questioned and turn your head towards Charles who was focused on the steering wheel and the street.

‘I’m not telling you, I said it was a surprise!’ He giggled and you rolled your eyes.

‘Here we are’ He parked the car in front of an empty beach. The sun was setting so the sea looked more gorgeous than normal, the sunlight meeting with the water giving a beautiful sight.

‘It’s wonderful, Charles’ You said as you both walk towards the sand.

‘You like it?’ He asked and you guys sat on the sand, you rested your head on his shoulder, admiring the handsome view in front of you.

‘I love it, really’ You turn to look into his eyes and leaned, joining your lips on his for a soft kiss, the two smiling like idiots and when you separate, your smile grows even wider as you murmured a small ‘Thanks for bringing me here.’ against his lips.

He's so tall and handsome as hell

He's so bad, but he does it so well

I can see the end as it begins

My one condition is

september 2019; Italy, Monza

some days before the race

‘Can you hold the door for me?!’ Charles heard as soon as he enters the hotel elevator, quickly putting his arm between the door so it doesn't close. A woman holding lots of bags, some with strange shapes, enters the elevator. ‘Thank you’ She smiles.

‘What floor are you going to?’ Charles asks, seeing she was too busy holding all the bags in her arms to remember - or manage - to press the button for the floors. She answers and he gets surprised since is the same floor he’s staying. ‘So what’s all that stuff for?’ He tries to bring up the subject.

‘Oh it’s work stuff, I'm a photographer’ You kindly smile at him.

‘That’s nice! Do you always come here to take photos?’ His cute french accent made you softly laugh and look down your feet.

‘Every year I come here to Monza to take some pictures, it is a very beautiful place, especially at this time of the year’ You glance at the set of elevator buttons and realize that he has only pressed your floor number, concluding that his room is on the same floor as yours, for some reason you smiled at that and changed your focus to his face. His green eyes already looking at you and his handsome face made you lower your head again to hide the red that would probably appear in your cheeks, thing that didn’t go unnoticed by Charles.

‘I’m Charles, by the way’ He introduced himself, smirking a little.

‘Y/n’ And shy smile formed on your lips as you responded.

The elevator arrives at your floor and you say goodbye to each other, taking different ways to your rooms.

Say you'll remember me

Standing in a nice dress

Staring at the sunset, babe

september 2019; Italy, Monza

some days before the race

You're not the type of person to fall in love in first sight, or feel some type of connection with someone in less than one month. Coming from some traumatic relationships you had some problem with trusting people. With Charles there was something weird, it was different.

‘So, you never told me why you’re here’ You turn to face him, frown on your face.

You were sitting on the edge of a deck, it was a warm, starry evening. You met after dinner and decided to go for a walk around the town.

‘Work things’ He answered. Looking down at his swaying feet almost touching the water then looking at you.

‘What do you work with?’ You tuck a lock of hair behind your ear and smile at him.

‘I’m a formula one driver.’ He starts, ‘It’s racing weekend’

‘Oh, that’s awesome!’ You added, ‘My dad never missed a race when I was a kid, but I never watched one.’

‘Really?’ You confirmed nodding your head and laughed at his surprised face.

‘What? Don’t look at me like that!’ You complied at his mocking face. ‘I’m not the only person in the world who never had watched a formula one race, don’t judge me.’

‘You should go watch this one then, see me winning, you know, everything has it's first time’ Charles invited with a smirk.

‘Oh so you’re that good you’re already presuming you’ll win?’ You teased back. ‘Well, so you better be right, I don’t wanna be disappointed’ You joked while fixing the strap of the blue summer dress that hugged your body.

‘You won’t’

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha

Wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha

september 2020; Italy, Monza

race week

A year has passed since you and Charles saw each other for the last time and he misses you.

It was Monza GP week and – unfortunately – Charles was having dinner with an italian friend of Pierre. The french driver said he should choose between call you and say he misses you or forget you and meet someone new, the first option was nothing a sober Charles would choose to do so he chose to - at least try - meet someone new.

The 'meet someone new' mission was being a total failure, even with a nice girl in front of him he couldn't stop thinking about you. He felt guilty about it, but he couldn't help it when the girl only talked about herself, and he was thinking of how you always made sure of not being the center of the conversation.

The girl was nothing like you, not that it was a problem, but for him it was. She was nice, pretty, but not as pretty as you, kind, but not the same kindness as you. And the falseness in her laughing just made it even worse for him .

He was thinking of your laugh and how he missed it, the thoughts sinking in so deep he could have sworn he heard your laughter coming from somewhere in that fancy restaurant.

Lifting his gaze from his plate to where the laughter had come from, he realized that he wasn't going mad and that he actually heard you laughing.

He was breathless to see how you looked, prettier than you were a year ago when he met you if that was even possible. Something about you was different, maybe your hair was short, you looked more mature, your hair pendent up in a way you never did before, but there was still Y/N, but not his Y/N anymore.

You were playing with some children beside you, your eyes were almost sparkling, vibrant smile and oh, the prettiest red lips he had ever seen in his life. The sight made his heart clench and he smiled for the first time that night.

The girl sitting across from him noticed and dramatically turned her head to see what it was he was looking at. When she saw you, in disbelief she got up from her chair and stormed off shouting something in italian about if he didn't want to have dinner with her, he should have told her before she spent two hours getting ready, nothing he would have paid attention to, because the girl's volume had drawn attention from the entire restaurant, including you and the people at your table.

When he looked back at you, you were already looking at him.

You got caught off guard when you saw him, not because of the girl's behavior, but because you were seeing him after so long. You sent him a shy grin and a silent 'hey', to which he responded with a wave of his hand and a embarrassed smile before paying the bill and following the girl for apologises.

When he was out of the restaurant he looked back at you through the window. You were laughing, as always, while sipping your wine and talking to your family. It was one of the most beautiful scenes his eyes were ever allowed to see, he saved it as a picture in his memories.

I said, "No one has to know what we do"

His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room

And his voice is a familiar sound

Nothing lasts forever

But this is getting good now

september 2019; Italy, Monza

sunday- race day

You came back from the beach at 9pm and you felt strange because you were making out with a person you met just some days before, and that was new, but you also felt good cause that just felt right. He felt right.

‘Mine or yours?’ You whispered trying to free yourself from his kiss, stumbling when the elevator reached your bedrooms floor and Charles wouldn't stop kissing you.

‘Yours is closer’ He mumbled against your lips, pulling you by the waist towards your room.

You manage to get the door card out of your back pocket and open the door, Charles instantly guiding you inside and slamming the door shut with his foot.

He kissed you hungrily and desperate, but also soft and loving, you had never felt something like this in all your relationships. Charles felt the same, he was kissing you like he would normally do with any other girl, but with you it was different, his body always act different around you.

The two of you hurriedly started taking off your clothes, doing your best to not break the kiss.

‘Shit!’ He trips over one of your bags on the floor, trying to grip on the wall and also hold you so you don't fall, but all that just caused you both to fall to the ground. Trying to contain it but failing miserably, you burst out laughing.

He's so tall and handsome as hell

He's so bad, but he does it so well

And when we've had our very last kiss

My last request is

september 2019; Italy, Monza

week after the race

You knocked at Charles door and he opens it. Fresh of the shower, wet hair and grey sweat pants, after shave lotion and some expensive french perfume.

He was leaving, you could see how the room was already cleaned and organised. His bags were already packed near the door and he was totally avoiding looking at your face.

‘Are you already going?’ You almost whisper as you notice the bags and the bedside tables empty.

‘Uhm, yes’ He rubs the side of his neck, looking at you for a second, but now you're the one who's avoiding his face. ‘My flight is in one hour'

The silence that fills the room is awkward, neither of you knowing what to say or what to do. You wanted to run into him and kiss him goodbye strongly, hold him into your arms so tight that he would feel you'll never let him go. You wanted to tell him how this past two weeks meant to you and that you loved him.

You opened your mouth but nothing come out from it, you knew that was the last time you were going to see each other.

Charles didn't know what to do either. So he just pull his bags out of the room, looked at you at you for some embarrassing 15 seconds, and hugged you.

But it wasn't the kind of hug he usually had, the warm and comfortable hug you used to woke up with when he slept in your room, but rather, a strange and unnatural hug. And he kissed you forehead

You were fighting back the tears but they couldn't help it and started rolling down your cheeks, Charles quickly cupped both sides of your face and wiped the tears away with his thumb.

‘I’ll miss you, Charles.’ You confessed, tongue poking the inside of your cheek and looking anywhere but at him.

‘I’ll miss you too, mon amour’ He leaned pecking your lips. Wet kiss from the tears rolling down your cheeks. Charles wanted to slap himself just for the thought of he being the one that made you cry, but there's nothing he could do, he had to leave.

Say you'll remember me

Standing in a nice dress

Staring at the sunset, babe

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha (ha-ah, ha)

Wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha

may 2021; Monaco, Monte Carlo

When your friend invited you to this party on a uselessly expensive yacht, you made it clear you didn't want to go. But your friend was stubborn and she couldn't stop talking about this stupid party and how amazing it would be, so you given up and put yourself in a tight dress and high heels.

You despised drunk people when you were sober, and rich drunk people were even more despiseble. You hated how they kept bragging themselves about their millionaire mansions or how they kept competing about who has more boats or fancy cars.

No doubt the party was not hitting for you. You had two drinks and the ice on the one you were holding had melted at some good minutes ago, still untouched. Tipsy, but not drunk, you saw your friend dancing with some random dude at the dancefloor, hopefully that she was going to leave when the music was over.

Unsurprisingly, another annoying electronic song starts and your friend doesn't seem to be willing to head home. The yacht was already back to the marina, so you decided to leave the boat and wait for your friend away from the crowd.

You looked back at your friend as you stepped out into the cool night air, glad to be away from the thumping bass of the party yacht.

As you walked down the steps to the deck, you felt a jolt as you bumped into someone, causing you both to stumble.

"Sorry," you muttered, looking up to see who you had knocked into. And you're met with that familiar face, his gaze directly at you.

For a moment, you just stared at each other, unsure of what to do next. Time seemed to stand still as you took in the sight of each other. His hair was still as messy as ever, his eyes still the same shade of green blue-ish that made your heart skip a beat.

"Hi," Charled said, breaking the silence. "It's been a while."

"Yeah, it has" you nodded, feeling an awkward smile creeping onto your face. "How have you been?"

"Good" He shrugged, eyes flickering through your face. "you?"

"i'm great" you said, chewing your bottom lip and looking anywhere but at him.

"Uhm, what are you doing out here? do you need something?"

"I came with my friend and," You start, pointing back to the yacht. "I just needed some air, party's a bit overwhelming"

He nodded in agreement. "Tell me about it. I was thinking of leaving, actually."

"Same. My feet hurt from these heels."

"Do you want a ride?" The monaguesque kindly offers, noticing your friend probably wouldn't go home soon. "I could drop you off home if you want to"

"Ah, you don't need to" you shrugged, chuckling nervously and fidgeting with the end of your dress. "I'm sure me and my friend will be home soon, and i don't want to get in your way I-"

"No, it's okay, really" Charles interrupted "I wouldn't mind at all"

You hesitated, but nodded. You knew this ride home would be embarrassing but you needed to be home as quick as possible.

The drive was silent, neither of you knowing what to say or do. He tried to make small talk, asking you about your life and work, but it just ended on it.

"Thanks for the ride," you said, breaking the silence as you arrived at your hotel's driveway.

"Of course," he replied, "It was no problem."

You made your way to leave the car, but then you stopped when his hand found your wrist.

"Wait," he said, your confused face bringing him the regret of his previous actions "it was nice seeing you again"

You smiled at his words, leaning to leave a soft peck on his cheeks. And with that you got out the vehicle, walking towards the hotel entrance, looking back at him one more time, then disappearing from his sight.

You'll see me in hindsight

Tangled up with you all night

Burning it down

Someday when you leave me

I bet these memories

Follow you around

september 2021; Italy, Monza

saturday night

Charles was laying on his hotel bed, his head spinning from all the whiskey he had consumed that night. Finished in P1 and Carlos in P3 in quali, the team decided to celebrate, and let's say Charles crossed the line with the alcohol.

He stared blankly at the white ceiling and tried to shake off the memories that had plagued him for the last hour. But one memory held onto him fiercely.

His mind drifted to you, the woman he loved with all his heart. The woman who had once filled his life with laughter and joy, all in just one week, seemed so far away now. It had been two years since you last saw each other, and the pain of that loss still ached him. He knew he fucked up when he leaved, but it was something he had to do.

Picking up his phone at the nightstand, he stared at it, scrolling through the list of contacts then finding your name on it. He looks at your picture for a moment, reminding of all of your moments together. Pictures of your smiles and giggles haunting his thoughts.

The pain of missing you was too much, and soon he was sobbing uncontrollably. He missed it, your laugh, your touch. He just couldn't imagine how much of a idiot to let you slip through his fingers so easily.

Before he knew it, he was dialing your number, hoping that you would pick up, but it went straight to voicemail.

Feeling defeated, he left a message, 'Hey, it's Char. I know it's been a long time, and I know I probably shouldn't be calling, but I can't help it. I still love you, and I miss you so much it hurts. I just wanted you to know that.'

He paused, trying to breathe through his tears before he continued, 'I know I messed up. I was an idiot when i leave you, but if you could find it in your heart to forgive me, please come to the race tomorrow. It's here in Monza, I don't know if you're here but still, I'm sorry Y/N. Love you'

He ended the voicemail, knowing that it probably wouldn't make any difference, but he had to try. He couldn't go on without at least asking for another chance.

As the sleepiness spreads through his body, he held on to the hope that you would come to the race and give him a second chance to make things right.

Say you'll remember me

Standing in a nice dress

Staring at the sunset, babe

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just pretend

september 2021; Italy, Monza

sunday- the race

As Charles walked around the paddock, amongst the bustling crowd of mechanics, engineers, and journalists, he couldn't help but glance around, hoping to see you somewhere. He new he shouldn't have called you the previous night, and he was hopeless you'd even heard his voicemail.

With each passing minute, he grew more anxious, convinced that he wouldn't see you anywhere. That was until he caught a glimpse of a woman from the corner of his eye. Her silhouette looked so much like yours, and his heart skipped a beat, thinking that you might actually be there for him.

He turned around, eager to look at the woman that he had missed so much, but when she turned around, it wasn't you.

His heart sank, and he felt his hopes crumble before him.

The race that he had been preparing for seemed unimportant compared to the pain he felt in that moment. He tried to focus on the race, but his thoughts were tangled with you.

He prayed you would be in the stands watching him race, cheering him on.

However, as the race approached, he knew deep down that you were not going to be there.

He focused entirely on the race, pouring all his emotions and energy into it, hoping he would forget about all of this.

With each lap, he pushed himself further and further, driven by the desire to succeed.

Say you'll remember me

Standing in a nice dress

Staring at the sunset, babe

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just pretend, in your wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha

In your wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha

Even if it's just stayed in your wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha

In your wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha

september 2021; Italy, Monza

sunday- the race

He finished the line on P4. After all his hard work. He was so mad of himself.

Since the race started he was being so rude with people around him, that wasn't him, he used to be so kind and grateful whenever he wins or not, whatever his results were.

But today he was nervous.

Nervous because there was a chance for you to be there, in the same place as him, watching him race so badly like he did today.

But also nervous because he had the thought the you didn't even heard his voice mail, or wasn't there because you hated him.

He left sad of his car though, doing what he was supposed to do as fast as possible so he could get out of there as soon as possible.

He was heading to his trailer when he heard a familiar voice shouting his name.

'Charles!'

At first he thought he was going crazy, just like some hours ago when he saw that woman. But then he turned. And there was you.

Running towards him with a wide smile stamped at your lips. The yellow flowery summer dress that hugged your body flying with the wind, just like you hair.

He was speechless and you were stunning.

'Hey' You greeted, breathy voice and heavy breath. 'I'm sor- I was going to talk to you before the race but i arrived here a little late and-'

'That's fine.' Charles interrupted you shyly, not knowing what to say next.

'You did so good down there! Congratulations!' You smiled kindly and looked around you 'Well, uhm, i just wanted to say hi, don't know if i can be here' You chuckled.

You both were embarrassed, two years after you both talked seriously and some months since day night in the party. You just didn't know what to do or say, so you give him an awful wave of your hand and a softly 'bye-bye', then started to walk away, leaving charles even more speechless than he was previously.

But then your thoughts stopped you on track and you turn to ask him:

'Char, you were serious about what you said when you called me last night?'

It was like a splash of cold water for him, a snap of fingers in front of his face for him to finally come back to reality. Not only the nickname had taken him by surprise but also the question really made him remember the stupidity he did; he called you last night. He drunkly called you last night. He didn't remember all the things he had told you, but he knows that when he gets drunk he just can't stop himself and say all what he was thinking of. That worried him.

'I-I don't know, I was... drunk' He said, gulping and pulling his fingers through his hair. Then he looked at you.

You were confused, so as him, but you had a frown on your face like you were trying to avoid crying or something, and he felt bad.

'Because, if you didn't meant that, I...' You sadly spoke, looking at his eyes and breathing strongly.

'I can't take it' You started, 'It's always the same, you left me that day and then one year after i saw you in that restaurant with- with that blonde girl and...' you interrupted yourself as tears started rolling down your cheeks. 'and that fucking hurt me when i get to the hotel that day because i thought i got over you and now i know i don't'

'we always ended up meeting eachother, and there's always these awkward and strange conversations and i always thought we will figure something out about this but then i have to leave, or you have to'

'And then you suddenly call me, telling you love me and shit, that you can't stop thinking about me, and i feel good because i feel the fucking same' You wiped your tears and looked at him directly at his eyes. 'and then you invite me to this stupid race and you say nothing? after that bomb you dropped at the voicemail?'

'I-I'm sorry Y/N, I didn't know-' He starts but you interrupted him.

'Please, don't ' you sigh, 'I don't even know why i'm here' and you leave.

Charles is speachless and frozen in his place. Spacing out while he sees you leaving, once again, just like all the other times you met each other.

It's like a switch turning on his thoughts. He can't let you go again, not after all he passed through. He can't let the person who's been in his mind the last two years leave him miserable again. He have to do something, and he have to be quick.

And then he's running, faster then he's capable of since you're really far away. but he catches you, and his hand founds your wrist. You were completely unaware of his presence until you felt his touch, and before you can even turn around your mouths are joined together.

Lips to lips, he's worried when you don't correspond his kiss, but your mind was on a delay as you tried to process all the information.

Your hands run along his chest covered up with the red ferrari shirt when you kiss him back. His arms are wrapped around your figure and he groaned between your lips, deepening the kiss and smiling when your grip on his chest rise up to his neck.

You want to kill mother nature and the human body, but breathing became important as the two of you got out of air, so you pulled away.

'Please stay this time' You can see an only tear drop running down his cheeks as he sobbed, your hand flew to hold his face and wipe it as you gave him a week smile. 'I swear I won't leave anymore'

Pecking his lips once again, you've got a shy smile out of his lips. 'You better be right, I don't wanna be disappointed' You quote the very same thing you said two years before.

'You won't '

[yl0w]

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cover page and title reveal! both of which im going to probably redo again and again cuzz:

i have a massive perfectionism problem and i need to tell myself

"this is not going to be perfect!"

its probably going to suck ass!

more than anything, this weird comic will be a playground for me to experiment like heck. a fun place to make mistakes, and learn! the dialogue might feel cheap, the art might look scrappy, but im learning all along the way

the quality of the pages will probably fluctuate since il try my best to just. keep. drawing. and posting pages, even if i cant quite polish them

i love comics, but ive never really committed to one before. id hate to take forever to finish my first one! this is only my first, and i dont want it to be my last. :>

THAT BEING SAID: i spent a LONG time working on the lore holy shit

okay BUT WHY "RAINBOW FACTORY"?

because i love it duh! i want to use this comic to express just how aggressively that song and fanfic captured my imagination. a love letter to edgy "grimdark" fics that i never grew out of!

what do you mean "AN RF REMIX"? this isn't a song!

this story will involve all the parts of the original that made it Rainbow Factory, but it wont be a retelling of that same story. i like to think of it as a "remix" because it takes the concept of the rainbow factory and all the cool stuff about the pegasi and spectra and spins it into a different direction (which hopefully turns out to be interesting...)

that also means that none of the events that happened in the original fanfic happens here, unless stated so in this story!

(however, i will say that this story sticks closer to the lyrics of the songs, rather than the fanfics by the original author. and none of the sequels of the original fanfic are important to the lore of this story)

basically, you probably dont need to have read the original fics to understand whats going on here :v

so yea ! !

come along while i lose my mind over rainbows and horses :DD

(aaand if youve read this far i deem you worthy of a peek at the kid who kept runnig)

lyrics from "The Wolf" by Siamés

[adonisbeloveds]

Hello. I'm sorry if this is sudden but I was wondering if you took story requests and if you do, could you make a platonic Dan heng IL story with the reader being the child of his previous incarnation and with the reader still being quite young and Jing Yuan is the one to tell Dan Heng about them even though he's only met them a couple and doesn't know them personally, but Jing Yuan felt like Dan Heng had the right to know about the reader especially after the reader had an encounter with Blade. (If this is too much or if you don't do requests that's completely understandable and I wish you a good day/afternoon and or night😊)

"Dan heng has a child?!"

-Reader: They/them + no gender implied -He/it for Dan Heng -He/him for Jing Yuan

Requested: No/Yes

Warnings: None Disclamer: Characters personality, looks, ect may be different from canon due to either hc or author has just forgotten.

A/N: I hope this is what you meant by the reader being the child of his previous incarnation (╥﹏╥) oh and also! one thank you guys for 100+ followers! and two im wondering if you guys would prefer the names being colored, bold or just plain normal!

^ Made by me

Dan Heng quickly made his way to Jing Yuans office after getting news that you were there. It slammed the doors of the office open and looked around but didn't see you anywhere, he than heard Jing Yuans voice.

"Don't worry they are hanging out with Yanqing, firstly I would like to talk with you about the situation" the general smiled and motioned for him to sit, after they both sat down Jing Yuan started explaining what happened.

"We came at the right time as they where fighting Blade, luckily they only had a few cut wounds but nothing to serious" Dan Heng already had a suspicion as to why Blade attacked you because although he doesn't have any conflict with you, you are from Dan Heng so killing you would help him. Dan Heng shook the thoughts away when the doors of the office opened and you walked in not noticing him until you looked up and saw both of them looking at you.

You froze when you saw Dan Heng and you could have swore it looked familiar to a certain person, you cleared your throat and spoke "um mr Jing Yuan, who is this?" you asked looking back and forth between the two, your right ear flickered slightly as Jing Yuan laughed and patted you on the head "this is Imbibitor Lunae, or Dan Heng" your ears widened and your tail curled around your leg "oh!...oh...um hello" Dan Heng softened its face and smiled "hello little dragon" you groaned and rolled your eyes but had a slight smile on your face "even after all this time you still use that nickname on me? i'm not a kid anymore!" you two laughed as Jing Yuan observed with a soft smile.

"You have a child?!"

"Yes March...yes Caelus.."

[dollveis]

hey! saw your requests were open :) could you do a story (modern or current au) where joel owns bar and sometimes lets bands/people play and a f!reader is singing (and playing gutair) while ellie is there and once the reader is done with her set she goes up to the bar (where ellie is) and they flirt? or maybe ellie starts coming to the bar more often only to hear the reader? il your work your so talented!

⠀⠀⠀𐚁 ͏͏ ᳝˚ ͏͏𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬' 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤. | ellie w. ׁ ׂ ✦

✿ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : modern!ellie x fem!reader.

✿ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : ellie's too drunk to drive, the music is nice and you're too.

✿ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : ellie is crushing so bad it's cute, kinda insecure ellie too, love at first sight, mostly fluff, mention of fingering (i couldn't help myself).

✿ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ; 1.2k

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀✿ ﹙ 𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐈 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒﹚: I ABSOLUTELY FELL IN LOVE WITH THIS REQUEST, IT'S SO CUTE, so i hope it fulfills your expectations. sadly lately im having a block but i had fun writing this. pd: i don't know how i always make shy ellie until she gets affected by some substance.

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captivating. that's the word ellie williams would use to describe you and your presentations, but mostly to describe you. you captivated her attention since the first time she saw you even if she would deny it everytime joel whispered in her ear how mesmerized ellie was by you, the kinda cute girl with a pretty voice and pretty hands playing the guitar like she would call you in her mind.

"if you keep looking at her like that i think you're gonna erase her face." he mocked the auburn haired girl, who as answer just protested and stood up with her drink in hand, the gray-haired man let out a throaty laugh and walked away to serve a drink to some man who called him.

she was not looking at you, not like that. she was just admiring how talented you were. and fuck, you really were, a relaxing and silvery voice accompanying the sweet tune of the acoustic guitar playing a recognizable rhythm for ellie, take on me by a-ha, and she couldn't help herself but think about how attractive you seemed under the yellowish lights of the old west thematic bar. well, maybe she was looking at you like that but she refused to admit it because ellie was really far away from being a hopeless romantic (probably the opposite), but since joel introduced her to you like an old pupil of his she fell like a fool, at first sight.

"she's good, isn't she?" joel came back, lying against the bar, looking at you, the girl who he taught to play guitar when she was 8. ellie hummed in response, absorbed by you. "since she started coming here to perform you're also coming more." he pointed.

"i'm not, liar." she barked defensively, and that made joel chuckle. "i come when people play..."

"yeah, but always come when she's here." he could barely contain his cocky smile, for joel seeing his 'anti love' kid was the funniest, cute too. "you should talk to her more, she's a good girl."

"what?!" her body becoming stiff at the thought of talking to you, she looked at him with wide eyes. "there's no way i'm doing that. no, like, no fucking way, joel, she's out of my league." ellie rambled, with nervous voice and red ears.

"who's out of your league?" there you were, with a shy smile and your guitar in it's case.

"who? no one!" she layed back against the bar with her beer in hand and an awkward smile avoiding looking directly to your eyes. "hey, yn... you did good." scratching her neck, she tried to look at you.

"thank you, els." you said, putting your weight on one leg, with your head facing down and your eyes looking at her.

"els?" she said with a dorky smile, red ears and brilliant eyes.

"you don't like it? sorry, it was not my intention, i didn't wanna-"

"no, i mean, it's not that-"

"no, really-" you were a nervous wreck just by the thought of her hating you.

"i like it." she said confidently, confident that disappeared in seconds, leaving a reddish ellie with wide eyes who took her whole beer in one sip trying to calm herself. "joel, serve me a whiskey!".

she wanted to disappear, she embarrassed herself in front of you, or that's what she thought, but you laughed attempting to be as discrete as you could, making her laugh shyly. you walked next to her, ordering a drink.

you didn't know how it happened, but you were entering ellie's room with her, holding hands with interlocked fingers and your heart racing fast.

joel asked you to drive the affected ellie, who drinked anxiously trying to calm her nerves, to her house, and you accepted concerned about the freckled girl. she was not that bad, but she was drunk enough to don't let her drive.

"okay, i'm gonna bring you some water and a bin just in case." you breaked the contact between your hands, leaving a cold and empty sensation. "and i'm gonna leave." you smiled, with traces of sadness in it, hoping she won't tell you to don't go, because you didn't wanna leave the warmth on your heart caused by her.

ellie just looked at you, analyzing the situation, should she ask you to stay for a while?

"uhmm..." she cleared her throat, walking towards her desk, with awkward movements. "before you go i want to show you something, if it's okay." she picked up her guitar, that was supported by the desk.

if she was honest with herself, she lost motivation about music a while ago, she stopped playing tunes in the guitar, writing songs at the moonlight. but when she saw you a few weeks ago, it felt like all the songs started to mean something again and unconsciously, she learned can't take my eyes off you thinking about you because she couldn't take her off you even if she deny it.

you nodded, impatient, leaning against her desk as she sat on her bed with space themed sheets.

ellie started to sing, with a shaky and nervous voice, genuinely afraid of your reaction because well, maybe you would take the hint, maybe you would realize she was confessing to you driven by the alcohol on her blood,

"i love you, baby,"

her words started falling over you like rocks,

"and if it's quite alright,"

her sweet stupid voice making you so conscious about your heartbeat,

"i need you, baby."

and her partially chapped lips encouraging you to think about how good they could feel against yours, how well her fingers would make you feel and in general how much you wanted her in every definition of the word.

suddenly the guitar stopped and her voice hissed, "god, don't look at me like that..." one of her hands covering her -probably red- face.

"how i'm looking at you?" pretending innocence you took a step forward in her direction.

"you're looking at me in a way..." she swallowed, collecting herself, she was gonna say it directly. "you're looking at me in a way it makes me wanna kiss you, can i? " she left her guitar away, standing up to face you and gently tilting your chin so your eyes locked.

"kiss me." before she could react you already kissed her, not in a suggestive way, just enjoying how she her hands caressed your cheeks, both of you melting in a sweet kiss, slow.

once your lips finally separated from hers, you looked directly to her eyes, "i can't stop looking at your eyes, they are like stars." she blushed and chuckled for your words, going for another kiss, kiss that slowly started to tone up.

and without realizing you both were laying on her bed sharing a intimate moment, facing each other with your fingers interlocked again.

caressing her knuckles you asked "how many people you've kissed?" shame invading you immediately, why you asked that.

"very few." her answer was indifferent, she didn't care about anything more than you in that moment.

"then why you offered me a kiss?" your pupils tried to avoid hers, ashamed by your own questions.

ellie giggled.

"because i wanted to." said while her free hand roamed around your collarbone, examining every beauty mark you could have there, trying to memorize it.

and you did the same, analyzing her features, her eyes, her freckles, everything about her.

"so... you accept going on a date with me?" she kissed your forehead.

[heknowshisherbs]

alright, yes, i confess, i'm actually in love with dewey finn (NO!) yes indeed

pairing: musical!dewey finn x reader warnings: drinking (and getting sick after), cursing word count: 3,070 author's note: hey y'all! this was the first fic i posted on the og heknowshisherbs, so it only felt fitting that it's the first fic i post on the new blog. i'm getting back into the swing of things so please forgive me if the formatting on my first few posts is a little fucked. i hope you enjoy!

Y/N: bRIIANNAN briainanan RBIANNA gota teelll u sooemthing Dewey: ? Y/N: brianana in eeed you to ansnwer EM noW Dewey: …U do know ur texting Dewey right? Y/N: hOWEDYOKNOW THAT whaxts im mltkaing abouyt Dewey: Y/N I have no idea what ur saying Y/N: nreedsu oyu toknow that il ove dwey som mocuh. i wanna kissihis satupid faccw Dewey: Are you drunk? Y/N: onnlyly if oyuwo wants me roi 33343333333333…….;;.;.d.d' Dewey: I’m coming to get you.

    That string of texts was the reason Dewey Finn found himself in his car, on his way to a dive bar, at 03:47. Y/N had tried to get him to come that night with her and her friend, Stella, but he told her he was working on music which was half true. He did need to write some songs for the kids, but he mostly tried to avoid the bar because he didn’t want to be there when she inevitably went home with another random guy. As long as she was safe he was happy but it made him incredibly jealous and he didn’t feel like stewing at the bar all night, so he said he wouldn’t go. He hadn’t heard from Y/N at all up until he got those texts; he didn’t need to see her to know that this was probably the drunkest she’s ever been. She was always kind of a lightweight and even at her drunkest she was (for the most part) aware of her surroundings, but these texts made absolutely no sense. He was afraid someone would pick her up and just leave with her because she wouldn’t be able to defend herself or even say no.

    When he pulled up to the Roadhouse it was still pretty packed, which wasn’t all that shocking for a Friday night. He arrived at the nick of time— someone was leaving. He immediately took their spot which, luckily, was right next to the door. He ran inside and started searching for Y/N, praying she was still there.

    Calling out “Y/N!” elicited no response, but once Dewey finally found her it became clear that he got no response because she most likely didn't even know her own name. She was flopping around the bar, babbling nonsense to random people. Some humored her for a bit, while others ignored her; Dewey was just glad nobody had tried to take her home.

    He gently reached out for her hand, and she almost toppled over after attempting to turn around. Y/N collapsed into his arms and looked up at him with a crooked smile, “Plleased to meeetcha!” Even blackout drunk, he thought she looked radiant.

    “Come on, Y/N, we’re going home, okay?” He tries to lead her towards the door, but she messily snatched her hand away.

    “‘M nOT going home with a sTRANGER!”

    People started glancing over at him, and he began to panic; the last thing he needed was to get arrested while on his obligatory best friend wellness check, “Hey, hey, hey! It’s me okay, it’s Dewey.” Her face remained blank, she knew nothing but booze. “Dewdrop? Y/N, I promise I’m not kidnapping you, I’m just gonna put you to bed."

    The word ‘bed’ seemed to help Y/N register what was happening, and she threw her arms up in triumph. “M geTIN LAID!” she cheered, which earned her confused looks from anyone within a seven foot radius. Maybe she didn’t register what was happening after all. Either way, it was enough to make her go with him willingly.

    If anyone else had been working that night there is no way in hell Dewey would’ve been able to leave with her in that state, but their favorite bartender, Kara, was on and she knew that the pair were best buds. Dewey locked eyes with her to confirm that he was taking Y/N home. Kara just shook her head, shouted “good luck!” over the bar, and turned back to the customer she’d been talking to.

    Dewey helped Y/N throw an arm around him so they could walk to his car, but they only made it about twenty feet before it became painfully clear that she couldn’t make it that far. He scooped her up and walked outside; she, all the while, was babbling about something Dewey couldn’t decipher. Her speech was so slurred at this point he wasn’t even sure there were actual words coming out of her mouth.

    He gently laid her in the backseat and buckled her in as best he could. She’d started nodding off at this point, which was probably for the best. It worried him slightly because he wouldn’t be able to check if she was breathing for the whole ride home, but he laid her on her side and hoped that would be enough.

    It was only a short ride to his apartment and, in that time, all he could do was pray she didn’t vomit until they made it inside. He lived on the third floor and knew there was no way in hell Y/N was making it up the stairs, even with help, so he had no choice but to carry her again. It was difficult to maneuver the narrow hallway and, while she didn’t feel all that heavy to him, he’d definitely gotten his workout for the next month out of the way.

    He stumbled through the door, almost dropping Y/N in the process. He quickly got her upright, and before either of them had time to register what was happening, she’d vomited all over her dress and the floor.

    Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Dewey really wanted to keep her in her clothes; they were best friends and she’d seen him in his underwear loads of times but this was different. Dewey gently sat her down on the ground before running into his room to rummage through his drawers and find a pair of pajama pants and an old shirt.

    When he made it back to the kitchen, Y/N was passed out on the floor, and she’d thrown up again from the looks of it. He closed his eyes, let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, and made his way over to her. Once he was sure she was still breathing, he tried to slip the dress off as gently as possible. It wasn’t too difficult to do, and once it was entirely off he was grateful she chose to wear that leather dress that always made his heart stop; as disgusting as it sounded, her vomit wasn’t able to seep through the fabric so her bra and panties remained clean. He felt much better about helping her change now, and it was only a matter of time before she donned Dewey’s slightly too big clothes.

    He cleaned the mess, ran over her face with a wet rag to get any remaining vomit off, and sat on the floor with her for a moment to gather his thoughts. She looked so peaceful. He ran a hand through her hair and smiled to himself. 

    Dewey had loved her for a while, and he’d always wanted to tell her how he felt, but things just weren’t that simple. What they had going was good, he couldn’t let his feelings get in the way. He’d resorted to pining from afar and supporting her romantic endeavors endlessly, no matter how much it hurt.

    “Nngh…” she mumbled a bit in her sleep, before her eyes slowly opened. “Don’t feel good. Doooooo not.”

    “Are you gonna be sick again?”

    “Mmmmm…. I dunno.”

    'I dunno' was not a good enough answer for Dewey to consciously let her sleep in his bed. Even with a bucket next to her, there was no guarantee her aim would be spot on, and he didn’t want to take the chance. Cleaning your best friend's vomit off tile flooring was one thing, but cleaning a vomit soaked carpet was another thing; even Dewey Finn has limits.

    He helped lead her to the bathroom and sat her next to the toilet, silently thanking whatever deity had given him the motivation to clean his bathroom that afternoon. Upon sitting down again, she immediately vomited, and all Dewey could do was sit behind her, hold her hair, and wish he could make her feel better.

    After about an hour she’d finally stopped being sick, and an hour after that it was almost 08:00 and he could feel drowsiness overtaking him. She’d been asleep on his chest for quite some time and he hated moving her because he knew he’d never get this opportunity again. He bunched up a clean towel and put it on the floor for her to use as a pillow before leaving the bathroom. In an ideal world, he would’ve stayed with her but his bathroom room was far too small for that.

    Then again, in an ideal world they’d be together.

    He laid in bed for about ten minutes before he decided he’d feel better if he was closer to her in case she needed anything. He took a pillow and blanket, and laid himself down on the floor right outside the bathroom door and let the sound of Y/N's soft snoring lull him to sleep.

…

    When Y/N woke up, her eyes were practically glued together with a layer of crust and makeup from the night before. Her head was pounding, and the first thing she did once her eyes were fully open is stick her head right back in the toilet and vomit. Once she's convinced there’s nothing more to puke up she disregarded any logic or sense of cleanliness and pressed her head against the cool toilet seat. It’s only then that the fog clears— just slightly, but enough for her to register where she is. She recognized the unusual, mismatched tiling on the floor to be Dewey’s, but had absolutely no idea how she ended up on the floor of his bathroom. He wasn’t even at the Roadhouse last night.

    She wracks her brain for what could have possibly happened the night before but her mind is entirely blank. She remembered leaving her apartment, taking two shots, and then the rest of the night is a blur. How did she get to Dewey’s place? Did Stella drop her off? She noticed her phone sitting on the counter and shakily reached for it, hoping it could give her some answers. It was 14:37, and the only notification she had was an unanswered text from Stella, who asked where the hell she went last night. Evidently, she hadn't dropped Y/N off at Dewey's place. She quickly responded with “i’m fine, lyk later. puking” before checking her conversation with Dewey. 

    She couldn’t decipher a single text message she sent him, and from the looks of it, he’d been in the same boat. All she was able to gather is that she trying to reach Brianna; it wasn’t until she reached the jumbled message reading "il ove dwey som mocuh” that she realized what she’d done. This brought on a whole new wave of nausea and she quickly found herself, again, retching into the toilet. 

    She decided then and there she needed to leave as soon as she could. She was still a bit drunk so driving was definitely out of the question (she didn’t even know where the hell her car was), but she didn’t live too far and assuming she could stand up she just might be able to walk back home without Dewey ever knowing. She’d leave him a note. Using the edge of the bathtub for support, she shakily stood up. It took a while, and the nausea came back and slapped her in the face as soon as she did, but she remained standing without vomiting for a few moments. Y/N decided it would be okay to try to leave. She made a break for it and opened the door as carefully as she could hoping that Dewey wouldn’t hear it when all of a sudden-

    “Ow!”

    Y/N froze. Looking down from the crack in the door, she could see the top of Dewey’s head— he had been right outside the door all night. If her situation hadn’t been such shit, she’d have found it endearing, but right now all she was worried about was their inevitable confrontation and the potential concussion she just gave him. She slammed the door shut.

    “Uh, I’m out of the way now if you wanna come out...” She wanted nothing more than to remain hidden in the bathroom but he knew she was awake, and there was nothing to do now but go out and face him. 

    Once the door was open, she finally got a good look at him. His hair is sticking out in more directions than she can count and the bags under his eyes are dark. Y/N can only imagine what he went through last night trying to get her here. He was wearing his favorite AC/DC shirt and sweats, which clued her into the fact that she wasn't wearing the dress you left home in last night. She fiddled with the fabric at the hem of the shirt before looking up at him “Dewey, did we-?” 

    She didn’t want to imply anything, but she had no other logical explanation for where her clothes could have gone. Her voice sounds gravelly and her throat feels like sandpaper but that’s something he’ll just have to get past. 

    Dewey's eyes widened in panic, and he ran a hand through his hair “No, no! God, no!” He nodded towards a plastic grocery bag tied up by the door, “You didn’t even know who I was when I picked you up, I would never… I was just gonna let you sleep it off in my bed but when we got here you threw up all over yourself. I-I didn’t see anything, I promise. I just couldn’t let you sit in your own puke all night… sorry.”

    “No, oh my God, Dewey, don’t apologize!” Y/N felt awful, she must have put him through hell last night. Sure, he was her best friend, but that went far beyond what she’d ever have expected him to do for her, “I’m so sorry you were stuck dealing with me last night, you can literally pick the movie for every movie night we have ever again. I’ll help you clean up once my headache dies down a little.”

    He smiled a little bit, “There’s nothing to clean up, it’s okay. You should eat.”

    “I’m not hungry.”

    “I know, but you should still eat,” he made his way towards the fridge and took out a carton of orange juice, “You can have some of this and I’ll make you toast. I’ll make you more food if you’re hungry later but for now we should see if you can even keep that down.”

    “Yeah,” she mumbled. “Thanks.”

    As he’s getting the glasses for their orange juice, she felt her panic start to rise. She knew they needed to talk about the text, but he hadn’t brought it up.

    The silence is deafening, and it all but consumes Y/N as she watches the orange juice fill the glass, and before she knows it, there’s toast in front of her. She knew she wouldn’t be able to even consider eating without vomiting until she got this over with. “ImsorryIdrunktextedyou.”

    “’s okay,” he mumbled between bites of toast, “You could barely function as a human being, I didn’t really take anything you said to heart. I’m not entirely convinced you knew who I was. ‘M just glad you’re okay.” Dewey smiles up at her, eyes twinkling, and her heart melts.

    “Dewey, I-”

    “Y/N, I’m not kidding. Don’t beat yourself up about it. You’re my best friend, I promise I didn’t take any of it seriously.” Dewey could all but hear his heart shatter, and he just prayed she couldn’t hear it too.

    She bit her lip. Jesus fuck, she just wanted him to understand without having to say it out loud. “I um… I know you don’t think I knew what I was saying and uh... for the most part I didn’t, but that text, um, t-the text was um. I feel like that when I’m sober too.” 

    Y/N struggled getting her words out, and although she knew Dewey was trying his hardest to keep his reaction hidden, his nostrils flared. He never notices he’s doing it but she always did— it's a nervous tick of his. Normally it’s really cute, but right now it just made her want to curl up in a ball and never face him again. "N-Nothing has to change, it’s just… I don’t know. Fuck!” 

    With a loud groan, her head was in her hands, blocking out the light (and Dewey), “I just. Don’t want to lose you as a friend.”

    No response.

    “D-Dewey? Are you gonna say something?”

    “I-” he faltered and she prepared herself for the worst. “How long have you felt this way?”

    “What?”

“Howlonghaveyoubeeninlovewithme?”

    “O-Oh, uh… a year. M-Maybe longer.” Y/N finally looked up at him and he was just staring at her, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide. She scooted herself away from the counter and mumbles a quick “thanks for taking care of me last night” before making her second break for the door.

    She only got halfway through the kitchen before she was whipped around and found herself in Dewey’s arms. Shit. He was practically crushing her, and she genuinely couldn't tell if everything felt more intense because she was so hungover or if he was really using that much force. It was probably a bit of both.

    “I love you too,” he mumbled into her hair. 

    Wait. What? 

    “Fuck, Y/N, I’ve loved you for so long and I thought I didn’t stand a chance. And then I got that text and I just— Jesus, when I got to the Roadhouse and saw how trashed you were I didn’t think there was any way you could’ve known what you were saying but… you mean it?”

    She inhaled deeply, forehead still pressed into his chest, “Of course I do, you doofus. How could I not?”

    He squeezed her just a little bit tighter before placing the gentlest of kisses on the top of her head, “I’m really glad you got drunk last night.”

    She laughed quietly, a short huff of air out of her nose that warmed Dewey’s chest through his shirt, “Me too."

[peculiarbob]

Here’s a list of all the Kdramas/Korean movies that I watched in 2023 + some of my thoughts (spoiler free)

The Glory

-Gonna be honest, I only started watching because Kim Hieora and Jung Sung Il are in this show.

-But I ended up really liking it. The bullying scenes were horrifying, the characters were memorable, and overall it was very well made.

Stranger

-HWANG SIMOK! I love him so much! BAE DOONA! I love her so much!

-I loved all the characters and all the twists

Stranger 2

-This season was good too. Seeing the dynamics and relationships between all the characters change was so interesting

Unlocked

-IM SIWAN! The reason why I watched this movie <3

-Is it the best and most unique movie? No. Was it pretty good and entertaining? Yeah!

All Of Us Are Dead

-Even in the zombie apocalypse they’re not free of bullying.

-My heart broke many times. Those poor kids didn’t deserve to go through all of that! (Except Na Yeon. I still don’t like her.)

The Glory Part 2

-Not the typical type of revenge. But I think it’s a very fitting ending.

Physical 100

-This show inspired me to start taking better care of myself.

-Watching everyone hype up this show so much then watching all the controversies come out in real time was crazy. Looking forward to season 2

Kingdom

-This show was on my radar because that zombie dude from Physical 100 said he did the choreography

-I love all of the characters and the zombies were so freaky

Kingdom 2

-The Queen might’ve been the scariest part of this show

-I love this show, season 3? Maybe?

Kingdom: Ashin of the North

-Han Ho Yeol from DP?!?!

-It was really interesting seeing another side to this story

Silent Sea

-BAE DOONA! GONG YOO!

-I don’t understand why this flopped. I really liked this show!

Siren: Survive The Island

-I was team athlete til the end! (I thought Kim Seong Yeon was hot)

-If there isn’t a season 2 I’m going to fight Netflix

Misaeng

-Im Siwan <3

-I really like this show. It really gave me hope and it honestly inspired me to work harder. I’m also trying to learn to play baduk

D.P. 2

-So many emotions. The ending left me feeling a bit empty. I’ve grown so attached to these characters and now it’s just over.

The Wailing

-I think I need to watch this a second time to really analyze it.

-I really like the sfx makeup

Monster

-Accurate representation of neurodivergent people/mentally disabled people? No.

-Interesting villain and fight scenes? Yes

Hide and Seek

-I really liked the twist and how eerie the vibes were

Memoir of a Murder

-I love unreliable narrators. Not knowing what’s real and what isn’t really puts you on the end he of your seat

-Also I didn’t even realize that was Kim Nam Gil

The Policeman’s Lineage

-I only watched this for Kwon Yul

-Decent story but I feel like it fell short of its potential

Hansel and Gretel

-Solid start but I didn’t realize that it was going in the direction that it did

-Not the ending that I expected but I’m satisfied with it

Ballerina

-Honestly, they were so over dramatic when it came to the bdsm stuff. Like okay, he’s kinky. That’s the least concerning thing about him.

-My mom got me to watch this because she likes Kim Ji Hoon

The Mimic

-Interesting concept with interesting characters

-The ending was so fitting, I’m very satisfied with it

Champion

-Another movie I watched for Kwon Yul

-I really like this movie, it’s very comforting and funny

Mother

-This is a cautionary tale, you cannot tell me otherwise!

-I was SHOCKED! It was just so sudden. I don’t know how to explain it without spoiling what happened.

Sweet Home 2

-Interesting. I’m not sure what I expected from this season but this wasn’t it.

-I found it entertaining but I’m not quite sure if I like how they’re approaching this new thing that they’re doing.

[sollucets]

rowan’s gmmtv2024 report:

hi everyone im back from my interview (i dont know yet but i’m hopeful, cross your fingers for me) and im supposed to take a nap before work but i have to yell a bit first you understand

(positives)

1. pluto……. oh my GOD

you guys dont get it i was Really into midnight museum june. i tried my best to watch a lot of things i really didnt like just for namtan tipnaree. i like her So Lots. and namtanfilm i just fully….. had no idea. absolutely none. but it works!! i love it!!! the plot is bonkers (your dead(?) twin was the girlfriend of a now-blind girl that you're lying to now?) and under normal circumstances i wouldnt be interested but namtanfilm Killed this trailer and i also know im going to have Bad second couple syndrome re: whatevers going on with ciize. i love ciize so much.

this was so so soooo good n unexpected . girls kissing onscreen at My gmmtv announcement? :') plus their bathtub scene & that princesses moment.. yeah. that fucks

2. my golden blood

photo proof of me going mildly ballistic about the rumors last week. i did indeed say a few unholy things shortly after this. and to have it be a VAMPIRE BL? gods save us all im going to be so annoying. i was a twilight kid you know it im going to shovel this into my face with abandon

im so down for vampire au fanfic main character princess gawin honestly. wanted by supernatural creatures for his sexy special blood! bridal carried! blood on his university top!!!! i love it i love it i love it

is this objectively a tad embarrassing? yes. are the special effects painfully cheesy? yes. do i care? no 💜

3. peaceful property

this was just so fun to watch the trailer :’) i really love the found family vibes i was getting plus the over the top ghost shenanigans. i’m a casual tay tawan enjoyer & i do really love jan (alex&nim / newjan in warp effect were very fun to me). the trailer felt very warm n fun and bright, so im down. im into it

4. the trainee

we are in “sure i’ll watch that” territory now instead of extreme excitement but i thought this trailer was really fun & cute. i love view, obviously, so the amount of screentime her character got was good for me, and im 👀👀 about those girls. and offgun’s relationship seemed really fun & genuine :’) this seems nice! dont let me down!

5. wandee goodday

i think this looks fun! its a higher heat but still silly, which suits, and it appears to have fake dating which is a weakness trope of mine. also this is one of my bingo squares (adult non-office bl) so yes absolutely ill watch this. thank you p’golf but Please can we get podd Something this time

(mixed feelings)

6. kidnap

i have notably dissonant emotions about ohm pawat (lets not get into it) but i do actually enjoy this kind of forced proximity plotline even if i fear what theyll do with the opening kidnapper/kidnapee relationship. i feel… Something…. about this? yes. something is being felt. there is hope for me here, maybe, perhaps. really though if they want to keep him they should give ohm a smiley role again someday. it feels like everything ive seen him in since bb is all…. violence generational trauma death etc (for the worse imo)

7. gemfourth kiekoi

i think they can do it and it’ll be cute... gemfourth suit aoki and iida well. its just…. i dont know, i have an instinctive ‘noooo’ reaction to this remake. i like kiekoi soso much and i worry a lot. it does not have the exact charm for me.

also for me i wanted something a little different out of gemfourth. they have the range. but again, i do think theyll do well enough with this? so i'm mostly just being..... idk. :<

8. we are

i will at the very least attend e1! but this is too many couples for me if im honest, and they dont seem to be gunning to do anything super interesting. i do love aouboom & i like pondphuwin a lot (i Love pond’s hair in this trailer btw bless) but …. im not invested enough to make it interesting on its own. and [pouty baby voice] i wanted aouboom leads

(negative but ill try to be brief)

9. ossan’s love (the most negative of them all. look away. im so sorry earthmix i love you)

you guys are going to give earth pirapat a fucking complex before he even turns 30. he BETTER be playing haruta (i know hes not). this is just so silly!!! gmmtv doesnt deserve to have this one! this is not right for so many reasons but the most important is that they have no actual correctly aged men. no no no i am so so opposed. and theres not even a trailer 😰 you guys cut that shit out

10. ploy’s yearbook

looks…okay, its giving 55:15 a little bit, but the filmjoong adopted siblings romance threw me so violently that i doubt ill even consider touching it. absolutely not, you guys. gmmtv failing to be normal about siblings yet again! even though i like several of these actresses a lot i really.. i cant do it. also..... is earth a high schooler or is he forty.,, i feel like they're gaslighting us somehow. pairing him with namtan will not improve this situation for me you can't get out of it so easy

(miscellaneous extra commentary no one asked for)

11. only boo (?)

this looks cute? but not in a way where ill watch it unless i have nothing else going on. also unless im mistaken... was that milkbook??? innovation. love it

12. high school frenemies

those boys should be being gay about it instead of whatever shit they're actually doing. very nearly gayer than some of the bl trailers. i do not like this kind of genre thing but viewjune are there so ill still at least consider it.

13. summer nights

incredible how little i can care about something so fast. i'm not like, seethingly angry or anything but it's incredible, truly, how fast any trace of interest dropped away

i dont have anything else to say about the trailers! i will not be addressing the music here as it pains me in many ways.

finally, the personal elephant in the room: no firstkhaotung at all :< you guys know what i am, so obviously i indulged in a little dramatics about it this morning but i do understand. there's a part two that we've now been thoroughly assured they'll be present in, and also they have a show that's actively airing right now, so i'm not too worried. i did sort of expect a minor role for one or both of them at the very least though? but if they actually get a break out of this i'll be happy. please rest boys

(also khaotung on school rangers is, objectively, hilarious. sorry baby they're gonna make you do tasks)

okay! that's all! perhaps nobody wanted to know this

[shower-phantom-ideas]

Im on the wiki trying to get informed on the batfam but lord help me im stupid and sleep deprived

Like is there a helpful I don’t know pan-flit or something on them or do I need to give up sleep to read the comics??? Which batfam is the famdom counting? Like is it all canon?? Did you just cut out the last issue cause no one counts it as canon?

I really wanna write proper dpxdc stuff but I don’t even know which one is actually nightwing and which one is red robin smh. I probably only know red hood cause hes so popular. If anyone has any suggestions il 100% open to anything. A show. A comic. A fic. A spreadsheet. A word document. Hell ill take a powerpoint uploaded to youtube 14 years ago

I should probably just read the comics and stop using kid cartoons as a base for all my knowledge but it worked so well with the avengers (honestly I think Avengers Assemble did such a good job depicting fandom portrayal)

Anyway im rambling (it’s how showers go for me) but if anyone wants to ramble about their passion related to the dc universe or just batman related hit me up!

[stardust-swan]

i really hope this doesnt sound ignorant in any way but im moroccan i was born here and lived my entire life here and like most people i was raised muslim and taught to think of other deities(?) as jinn but now after seeing your posts about lalla malika (i used to be really scared of jinn when i was a kid so sometimes they freak me out a little btw lol) im really curious what the real story is and if they have any connections to our culture.. id ask the people around me irl but id probably get yelled at and i prefer the answer of a real person than google so youre my only hope 🙏🏼

There are actually quite a lot of djinn native to Morocco. Some like Lalla Mira are even specifically said to be of Moroccan Amazigh origin, so it's not just foreign deities, they are part of Moroccan culture too (in the Middle East there's even a stereotype that Morocco is a land of djinn).

Some of them are scary, but others like Malika are kind and help people. And there are others who can be either nice or cruel depending on their mood, and others that just want to be left alone.

There's a book in French called Essai de folklore Marocain in which the author talks about djinn in Moroccan mythology:

Le monde des génies. — La terre est la demeure des génies ; il y en a partout, mais ils aiment tout particulièrement les lieux déserts, les égouts, les cabinets, les ruines, les cimetières. Ils viennent le soir sur la surface terrestre et à partir de la prière de l’Aasser, c’est-â-dire entre trois et quatre heures de l'après-midi, on doit toujours craindre de les contrarier. Ainsi si on construit des cabinets ou si on creuse un puits ou les fondations d ’un mur, on doit à cette heure-là cesser le travail parce qu’on pourrait les blesser, Du reste ils sont fort capricieux et nul n’ignore que si on creuse la terre et que cela ne leur convient pas, on trouve le matin le travail bouleversé ; il faut alors leur faire des offrandes.

La terre pour calmer leur courroux ou abandonner le travail commencé. Dans la journée, à l’heure de El Gaila qui est la plus chaude des jours d’été, ils sortent aussi de leur retraite souterraine^ Ils ont été créés en même temps que les humains. Du reste, chaque humain a son double ou Gr'ine, semblable, qui naît et m eurt avec lui et dont la vie souterraine est exactement le double de la vie humaine et ce Grïne est un génie d ’entre les génies. Mais depuis l’occupation française les génies invisibles se retirent du Maroc, et il faudra bientôt aller dans les montagnes inviolées pour les retrouver. On dit que partout où se pose le pied d ’un chrétien, il n ’y a plus place pour les génies parce que le chrétien leur fait peur avec les clous de ses chaussures. On croit que les diables ou génies sont des corps instables qui peuvent prendre toutes sortes de formes. On leur prête soixante-dix-sept appa- rences. Mais le plus souvent pour vivre au milieu des humains ils prennent la forme d ’animaux familiers, chat, chien, par exemple, et on ne sait jamais si on a affaire à un véritable animal ou à son sosie du monde souterrain. Ainsi on ne tue ni les chats, ni les chiens, car on craindrait de tuer un génie qui aurait pris cette forme et l’on redouterait sa vengeance.

If you want to learn more about djinn in Moroccan culture, I'd recommend googling Chamharouch or 3icha 9andisha as they are the best known djinn from Morocco and there's lots of writing on them. You can also look at this website, it has information on several different djinn who originate in Morocco:

https://occult-world.com/?s=Morocco

[howtotrainyourrei]

anywho here are maneskins albums ranked according to which ones i like best, if you're also into them i would love to hear your thoughts (this is also LONG AS FUCK)

1. TEATRO D'IRA

this was the first one i listened to, i dont even remember why, i vaguely remember thinking of beggin' and being like,, omg i remember that song, i wonder if they have any good albums. so i googled which maneskin album was best and MY LIFE WAS TRANSFORMED. every single song on this album is such a banger there are no skips, like usually on albums i like there are at least a couple songs where i'm like,, ehhh could be better. NOT HERE. idk which song is my favourite i think it's a tie between IWBYS, coraline, zitti e buoni, and vent'anni (literally that is half of the album, that's how good it is).

anyway i love love love the hard rock sound, but it's also not just that, like there is so much variation but it's all very cohesive. maneskin is known for their unique sound so that makes sense but my mind is still sort of boggled. it has like some harder songs but they all feel emotional?? i dont even speak italian but without even looking up the translation i almost cried from coraline because it was so beautiful. and vent'anni is ON ANOTHER LEVEL. IT IS THE PERFECT SONG TO END AN ALBUM WITH. it like combines all the ideas of the album into one song, it has hard rock elements but it still almost feels like a ballad.? GOD I LOVE THIS ALBUM. i think it might be my second fabourite album of all time now,,, it's just actually perfect. i think it's the best album i've heard in 2024. FUCK ITS SO GOOD.

2. RUSH! (ARE U COMING?)

GOD GOD GODDDDD THIS ALBUM. this is a totally different sound to any of their other albums. it's also LITERALLY DOUBLE THE LENGTH OF THEIR PREVIOUS LONGEST ALBUM (il ballo della vita, which is 34 minutes) WHICH MEANS THIS ALBUM HAS ONE HOUR AND EIGHT MINUTES OF MUSIC. TEATRO D'IRA ONLY HAS 30 MINUTES!!!! YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THIS IS REVOLUTIONARY. okay so this album was at first released just as RUSH! with five less songs, but apparently as they continued touring and stuff they felt they had more to say so they added more songs (correct me if i'm wrong but i think this is what happened). I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS ALBUM, IT IS ONCE AGAIN VERY GENIUS. the songs are almosr completely english. i really love their italian songs, but they have always wanted to write in english so i understand why they're moving back to english.

SO!! this album is so good, it has a lot of extra depth that none of their previous albums had (musically),, except for maybe il ballo della vita. like in teatro d'ira it's basically just bass, guitar, drums, vocals, and tambourine. there might be a couple other instruments but the reason that album is so strong is because of the foundation and stuff. but with rush! there is not only a strong foundation but they also had so many types of songs!!!! there were ballads, there were harder songs, but there were also weird songs like bla bla bla and kool kids. i really LOVE kool kids, i love the punk sound. i think my favourite songs are HONEY (ARE U COMING), off my face, gossip, timezone, baby said, feel, and mammamia but EVERY SONG IS SO GOOD. just like the prev albums THERE ARE NO SKIPS!! that is so crazy for me because even with my one love (david bowie's ziggy stardust and the whatever lol) there is one skip, and måneskin has THREE ALBUMS WITH NO SONGS I WANT TO SKIP. THIS IS SO RARE FOR ME YOU DONT UNDERSTAND. i got off track there back to rush. this album is, also, SO COHESIVE. despite all the different styles they try it all fits together so well, it's such a magical experience to listen to this album. okay so this album was going to be number three on this list but i'm going to switch it now bc im currently listening to it and writing this is sort of changing my mind lol, ITS SO GODDAMN GOOD. tbh i would say this album is equally aa good as teatro d'ira but i have a sentimental attachment to teatro already lol and it's also more my usual style of music.

3. Chosen (this is an ep but whatever)

so this was their first album thing they ever released, it's mostly covers but there are two originals which are the first two songs. the originals are SO GOOD expecially for being some of the first music they ever released????? im obsessed with chosen (the song), i really REALLY love the line "this is not music, this is my life, this is what i live for." IT FEELS SO TRUE BC THATS HOW I FEEL ABOUT MUSIC (i literally do not make music i just like it lol but its like an important part of my life idfk but this line just hits hard) anyway i think the reason i like this album sm is because it's a lot more lighthearted?? i really like the style of their music, how it all feels connected even though it's mostly covers. also i think i like this album so much too because i found this english translation where they competed on x factor and most of these songs were there (if anyone wants the link lmk).

my favourite song by far tho is SOMEBODY TOLD ME. GOD FUCKING DAMN THEY EXECUTED THAT SONG SO WELL. and their FUCKING PERFORMANCE on x factor that went with it was SO GODDAMN GOOD. i love watching choreography and stuff, its my fucking jam, but i dont usually feel actual emotions about it?? like obviously it was very attractive, damiano is stunning, but also it was just so gorgeous..?? i felt real emotions watching that one performance, it was so good. im going to put the link at the bottom of the post bc GOOD LORD. god that was a brilliant performance. anyway i just love the sound of this ep, it's very raw and i really love that it was when they were first starting out,,

also the goofy little intros on both of the original songs on these albums are SO FUNNY why did he do that

4. Il ballo della vita

we've reached the final album :(((( i honestly feel bad for putting it at the end, but the reason it's all the way down here is because there's actually a couple songs i don't love, so i'll say those first. the first one is immortale. i cant tell if its a bad song or not, but i think its good, i just personally dont love it lol. but the other one is "are you ready?" this song is not even that bad it's just kind of goofy, but once again, it's not my usual style of music and it's not something i think i would listen to if it wasn't maneskin.

okay now we can get into WHAT I LIKE!!!! WHICH IS LITERALLY THE REST OF THE ALBUM. this album's style is very similar actually to the chosen ep, except it's all originals, and it's also VERY EXPERIMENTAL. i love love LOVEEEE that. like you can tell this is their first lp by how many different things they try. they're finding their style BUT IT STILL REMAINS EXTREMELY IDENTIFIABLE. on x factor their little music coach guy kept emphasising that when the other judges commented on how maneskin should try different styles and saying that its more important to be recognisable, but MANESKIN DID BOTH!! they tried so many tyoes of songs with different structures and stuff, but they also remained maneskin. obviously damiano's vocals are a huge part in that, he has a distinct af voice, but it's also the other instruments, i particularly noticed vic's bass, and i love LOVE thomas's riffs OMG. this isn't even just on this album. i dont play guitar so i have no idea if he's technically skilled (i think he is???) but i LOVE HIS STYLE AND THE CLASSIC MANESKIN RIFFS OMGGGGG. anyway tho the reason this album is so good bc it has so much variation, although i would say it's not as cohesive as the other albums, even chosen. my favourite songs tho are definitely torna a casa, fear for nobody, and close to the top. torna a case is a BEAUTIFUL ballad. it's brilliant and amazing,, i LOVE that song.

also, they made a documentary about the making of this album which was so so interesting. it was very real, and you kind of get an insight into their dynamic as a band, which was just so SHAJAISISI. but it definitely made me appreciate this album more when i could actually get a look into its production. anyway listen to torna a casa it's gorgeous.

OKAY!!! this was so fun to write actually, i doubt anyone is going to read it because it's so goddamn long but if you did i am kissing you on the lips. here is the promised link to their performance of somebody told me by the killers covered by måneskin https://youtu.be/ADcTUnUJnGs?si=3Iht9sLZn2ZRbuAW

seriously, this band is so good. i'm obsessed with them yeah but they're honestly revolutionary. not only are they basically the only world famous italian band (that i know of at least?? lmk if there are any), but they do so many INTERESTING THINGS. i have been SEARCHING for a modern band who takes old music, particularly 70s bc that's what i'm into, and takes inspiration from it but still makes something original. they are doing so much for music nowadays, obviously there are lots of amazing modern rock bands, but the fact that maneskin is SO popular is crazy to me, it makes me so so happy. and not only that, it's also so amazing that there are two queer band members (vic and ethan) who (especially victoria) talk about being queer. they also act very modest in interviews and stuff, which i really appreciate, and they're all very well-spoken and good at communicating their thoughts even though it's in a second language, which can be SO FRUSTRATING sometimes bc you know what you want to say but it can be so hard in a second language. they are just very eloquent and they act very wonderful (i say "act" and "seem" bc i understand it's a parasocial relationship lol, they could all be assholes, but they seem very, VERY genuine). they all impress me a lot and i am so excited to see what they do next.

damn this is so long im sorry but i had to say this I AM OBSESSED WITH THESE GUYS, maybe if you're also into maneskin or want to get into them you could dm me to talk about them........??..?🥺🥺

[the-space-jesus]

♪ Rehearsal 3 ♪

(Too lazy for context, this post is unfindable anyways so if you've found it you know the context).

Yay, finally got to the one that's today! (I've been mindlessly typing on my school computer whilst nibbling on a piece of old cheese for the past like...30 minutes?). So, me and Mischa decided to go on vocal rest today for the rehearsal and for funsies. He brought two whiteboards and two markers, I got a white board and a purple marker. I still talked a little to my friends and to teachers and stuff, but mostly just through the board which was really funny (me and my friend made some inappropriate jokes, I mean it was bound to happen when you give a teenager an open space to write on). My friends told me that I sound very scary with a calm voice and that it felt weird not to have me constantly talking...I had also gotten a bag of cough drops the day before and I have now become addicted to them (Idk what it is with theatre kids and cough drops...it's just a true love story). After a beautiful (living hell) day of school it was finally time to head over to the theatre room, where I found out that Ocean and Constance are in the same class?? Makes sense character-wise, but I had no idea IRL. Anyways we put down our stuff, did some quick warm up and WHY DID MY TUMBLR CHANGE TO DARK MODE IM SCARED I SWEAR IL SLEEP TUMBLR anyways and Jane arrived a little late and everyone got cough drops from me because I wanted to be cool. Oh and I forgot to mention, the theater/drama teacher was there for the first like 5 minutes and he was just talking with us and he was really interested so yay!! Also once again forgot to mention I was wearing my very theatrical suit, got a lot of compliments for it and made me feel very cool :)). Anyways me and Ocean were tasked with warming Jane up and then we began with some seperate character development! Me and Jane and Mischa did some scenes together and Ocean and Constance did some scenes seperately (with curtains to seperate us and all) and then we worked on the choreo for fall fair suite, aswell as on some lines. Finally! Lines! It was very fun to practice my catchphrase and get some more insight on Ricky and how I'm going to bring him to live (had a bit of an identity crisis but WHY BE YOURSELF WHEN YOU CAN BE RICKY POTTS?), and I'm even more hyped for this whole thing now! Jane also practiced Karnak's Dream Of Life and SHE IS SO GOOD AT SINGING WTF. At some point we heard the school speaker say that everyone not at school for an appointment has to get their asses out but we gaslit ourselves collectively into believing that we do have an appointment (and lied to some guy when he saw us at the lockers, this mf blamed the theatre teachers rip him he was a real one) and then we all hugged and said our goodbyes. I'm so happy and excited! If only I could capture this energy and my thoughts and EVERYTHING perfectly through a post...oh well. Love ya!

-Ricky Potts🖖

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longer post, apology abt posting abt dandy's world once and how I since learned how the creators suck and support horrible things -

deleted my original post + my own reblog, but im hopping on to say that despite my single post supporting dandy's world I want to take it all back after learning last night about the co-creator and the creator supporting/defending those things.

I want to say this so nobody assumes that I am willingly and openly supporting these things and I am upset and disgusted that this just... it hidden away like that as petty drama or something that never happened. minors were hurt and I cannot stand by it. if it is a game you like I suggest you look into it and..not play anymore...? il ll do so as well and I apologize if I made anyone who knew about this upset by posting about it once,

Stay safe out there people, especially if you're a minor, there's many who will take advantage of you. ESPECIALLY on roblox

Fucking SICK that I was """lucky""" to be in a call and a private playthru with the creator one time then learn a few days later what they support and defend.

I do not stand by this shit, grooming kids is not okay. I will keep speaking out on this even if I am off Tumblr most of the time I am very passionate about young people being safe from these sick fucks after being a victim myself when young