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just-some-random-blogger · 3 years ago

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GOO-GOO GAGA

Marvel Avengers Peter Parker x Barnes!Reader Summary: *insert snap that reads: just wanted to make that toxic rat toad regret disrespecting me but now i'm having a mental breakdown 🦿🤳🌪️🌬️* Work Count: 3k+ Warnings: Barnes Granddaughter!Reader, fluff, angst, toxic!ex, bad relationships, fake dating, pining, lying, naivete, stupidity, protective!Bucky, also it's an au so yeah, domestic!avengers, typos, etc.

A/N: i love this particular fake dating trope. This is actually my second story like this. Yeah. It's Underrated for realz. It's a Day6 fic though, so if ur interested in it, it's in my masterlist.

"And another thing. I don't know who needs to hear this," Natasha says, staring dead into my eyes, even though I wasn't even looking at her, "but three peanut butter sandwiches does not count for a meal."

I, without looking away from my homework, mid chewing said third peanut butter sandwich, flip her off from the couch in the large common room, all the way to across the floor where the kitchen was stationed where Nat was microwaving her leftovers.

"Put that down," a grumpy voice calls as he walks into the room with some bags in his hand. I snap to the voice and stand in protest. "HOW!" I shrug in confusion, "how do you always just walk in when I am at my tipping point?"

My grandfather bee lines over to me, raises a brow, and crosses his arms, "you mean I catch you and your vulgarity often because you were raised with no manners."

"Well," my other grandfather says, walking past him with some bags held as well, "it's genetic, pal."

The six foot, metal armed man rolls his eyes and shoves his blonde comrade on his way, "you're not helping, Steve."

I raise my hands, "it's not my fault I'm an orphan."

Grandpop turns to me, face full of fury, hands on his hips, "hey, hey, bellow the belt."

"Yeah," my other, other grandfather says, pointing whilst holding a plastic wrapped loaf of walnut bread, "that's genetic."

Grandpop turns to mischievously grinning Sam, "Imma whoop your ass."

Sam chuckles and leans back, before walking off, "that's learned."

Natasha walks over to us, just behind grandpop and gives me a look, while eating her takeout from last night, "hmm, you know what, Bucky, you should ground her."

" 'nough said, I was just about to say, no phone, no internet, no parties, nothing for a month," old flannel and stubble said, giving me a look.

I break into a a scoff, "first of all, bold of you to assume I even go to parties, second, I need both my phone and the internet for homework, third, you can't ground me, I'm literally an adult."

"Yeah, guess what, 18 year old with a lot of lip, I'm literally supposed to be in a museum, but we're here still having this conversation. So the day they finally turn me back in will be the day you're an adult, okay?"

I groan and roll my eyes, "you know what, fine." I look away and get my things, "I'd argue more but Nat's face makes me wanna explode into every sailor's word ever."

Natasha gives me a smirk. Sam walks over to her, walnut bread no longer in hand, and whispers, "what are you up to?"

They merely exchange a look before Steve cuts in again, "hey, you two, knock it off."

As my grandpa watches me begrudgingly gather my things and move to my room, he thinks and turns to Natasha, "why did she flip you off anyway?"

Natasha continues with her leftovers, "truth hurts."

I nearly choke on the sandwich I stuffed in my mouth on my travels to my room. I dump my things on my bed and look over my shoulder with scorn, that man literally can't even connect to the wifi, how does he even think he can ban me from the internet.

I sigh and climb onto my bed, lying on my back, pulling out my phone, sandwich drooping down my chin as I aimlessly chew on it. My fingers haphazardly press the buttons out of second nature and I find myself scrolling through my gallery, looking through the seemingly endless couple shots I had with this man.

I felt my eyes water, moreso because my eyes were sensitive over anything else.

But then my chest began to tighten.

With one hand hung up in above me, I pull my sandwich away to take proper bite. I prop myself up.

See, this was all Nat's fault.

Her and her mind games, and her sense and reason. Yeah, she was always right, but also, she's crazy.

Peter has been my best friend before he was a spider, before my dad died, before we both coincidentally became an Avenger in our own right.

He... he was my best friend. My confidant. The love between us was familial. He and I could never-- and besides, I had asked him for this, for this favor. I wanted to show my ratty ex that, yeah, if he could make out with the girl he told me not to worry about, then I could date my best friend he said was controlling and annoying. Clearly, it was that troll that was controlling and annoying in the end.

Suck on that.

I curl up in my bed and finish the last of my sandwich, thinking about what Natasha had been pestering me about as I tried to finish my Chem homework.

I couldn't though, it was pretty hard since I began to recall how we walked to school hand in hand as displayed a good enough amount of PDA so people would start talking. I inhale and lean back into a pillow beside me. I begin to relive how I sat on Peter's lap during lunch, how we hung by the field and made out for show.

I shudder, feeling goosebumps form on my skin at the memory.

My ex was livid when he saw us cuddling as we walked down the hallway. He caused a whole scene, as if we were still together and he wasn't just lip locked with that annoying girl.

"It's true then," my buffoon of an ex walks up to my locker. I turn to him, and so does Peter who was right beside me. He gives Peter a look and turns to me, "you settled for your nerd friend." He clicks his tongue, "You were probably going behind my back too, huh?"

I slam my locker and raise a brow, "stop projecting your cheating habits on me. I just finally realized if there was anyone in this school that could treat me right, it's Peter."

I miss the face Peter gives me as I am too preoccupied with wanting to bash this moron's face into the ground.

"You were never that hot anyway."

I scoff. Peter pulls me into his arms and soothes me, "come on, babe, this moron's not worth it."

"What did you call me, Park-" my ex squares up and grabs at Peter, but misses and ends up slamming his face into the lockers.

The people watching make an ooooh sound and I break into an amused laugh.

I sigh and shake the thought out of my head.

Everything that happened was all for show.

"You got me cheesecake?" I ask as Peter opened the box he had.

"You said you wanted one, so I could you one," he said simply. I sniffled. Peter turned to me and got a spoon, bringing it up to my mouth, "no stop crying over that moron, okay?"

"I'm not..." I say.

Peter gives me a look, "yeah, right. Then why are you crying?"

I sigh. What do you think, Peter?

Suddenly, Natasha's voice is ringing in my head.

Do you honestly think that if you feel like this about Peter that he doesn't feel the same way about you?

Seems sane, except she can't be right. She can't. What I've been doing with Peter was pretend, fake. Overblown, flashy, exaggerated, insincere, and done out of spite. Sure, it felt different to get ice cream with him when he'd sometimes insist on kissing my cheek for an instagram post. It made me feel like the younger version of me that nearly had asthma attacks whenever middle schooler Peter did something sweet for me.

But reality check, I don't have asthma anymore, and I sure as hell know for a fact as someone who came out of a bad relationship that building one on lies was not good for anyone.

It only made the welling of my tears form into real tears as I continued through my infinite supply of Peter through my roll.

Even after finishing my sandwich, I wasn't done looking.

That is, untill I got a text.

From Peter 🐸: ??? Uh Srgt barnes kicked me out??????

From Peter 🐸: he said you were grounded?????

From Peter 🐸: ???????

From Peter 🐸: ???? Uh why are u grounded??????

From Peter 🐸: Again???????

I stared at my phone as the messages flashed. As the last one came in, I mentally battled on whether or not I should reply.

I wiped my face and moaned.

It was probably for the best grandpop kicked Peter out. I don't know if it was a good idea to see him right know.

I don't even feel like replying to him right now.

But then again, I know for a fact this was all a part of Natasha's evil plan though. That sneaky old lady probably knew Peter sometimes snuck into my room through the vent. She would probably want me not to reply so Peter would continue to sneak in. I sniffle and give a quick response.

To Peter 🐸: he's just dramatic. You can just go home peter. Tell aunt may I said hi.

I huff and lock my phone. I sprawl on my chest and continue on my homework.

I get back into the groove and for a brief moment, I forget that Peter was even on my mind. That is until I hear a commotion in my ceiling vent and hear soft grunts and calls from Peter, calling out, "incoming!"

I avert my attention to the corner of my room and walk over to remove the cover of the vent, coming face to face with an out of breath but grinning Peter. I sigh, so much for that plan.

I move off, and in another few moments, and one swift landing down to the floor, Peter turns over to me and give me a look, "now, what's this grounded sentence for this time?"

I watch as Peter climbs on my bed and scans my work. I shake my head and shrug, "usual. I flipped Nat off for being up in my business."

He hums, knitting his brow, "#5 is wrong." He grabs a pen and flips the page of my notebook. He begins to redo the number and I just watch as he lies sprawled on his stomach in my bed fixing my chem homework.

Peter turns to me and raises a brow, "aren't you going to sit down?'

So I do.

The bed dips. Peter begins to tell me where I went wrong. I hear him speak, but all my focus was on how he was so casual about this whole setup. I mean, he was in my bedroom, uninvited, snuck in. This was fully a big deal. Plus, he and I were so close, like physically.

"You got that?" he asks, turning to me.

Then I remember, right, it was just Peter. My best friend, Peter. Peter Parker. That's all.

I nod, "thanks."

He smiles, "no problem." He then sits up and faces me, "now what else did you do?"

I shake my head, half amused, "you think so little of me."

"No, I don't. I know you go big or go home."

"Well," I roll my eyes, "I did an orphan joke."

Peter flinches and slaps his face, "NO!" he whisper-yells, "stop it with that!"

"Why? I'm literally the orphan!"

"Oh my-- Imagine if I told that to May! She would freak!"

"Well, that's because your sense of humor is vanilla."

Peter shakes his head profusely, "Duuuudee! Just think for a second okay. Bucky had a girlfriend. He served in world war 2 and had to say goodbye to her. He almost died, got turned into the winter soldier, gets woken into the 21st century, find out his lover from the 60's was pregnant and had a daughter, and that daughter of his had a daughter herself! But now his daughter's daughter went into the foster system since her grandma was dead, mom died in childbirth, and her dad died in a car crash. And now that he's met the only family he has, then she proceeds to joke about being an orphan."

"Dang, okay. You're always so serious about it."

"Well that's what Bucky most definitely feels, so lay off it, please."

"Fine, I'm always the bad guy," I retort, unconsciously turning my tears on.

Peter clearly instantly feels bad, "wait, oh no, don't cry. Why are you crying?"

I let out a pained sound and break into a groan and laugh, "I'm so pissed with chemistry."

Peter is panicked still as I play it off and rub my eyes. I fall back on my bed and sigh, "gosh, I forgot to ask grandpop to buy me cardboard for my diagram."

I sit back up, "I also need more glue for my glue gun."

"Do you want me to go get you some?" Peter asks.

"Nah, I need to go on a walk."

"It's getting pretty late though, plus you're grounded."

I stand and grab my phone and wallet, "it's fine. I'll ask grandpa Steve and say you're still outside. Just jump out the window this time."

It was, in fact, not fine.

I mean, I didn't struggle with my grandpas or anything, but Peter and I wound up getting burritos on our way back and he held my hand and took a couple selfie with me out of reflex. I stared at the notification as we walked through the now dark streets on our way back.

I looked at Peter as he walked a little bit more forward with my hand in one of his hands and his second burrito in the other, along with my art supplies clamped in-between his arm.

My heart was racing when I first realized we looked so much like a couple like this. But it sank simultaneously, knowing it wasn't real.

I can't keep doing this.

Not when I had this urge to hug him as we took the bus and I tested how he'd react and he didn't even flinch and just he rubbed my back. Not when he thoughtfully ordered my combo and offered to get some cupcakes, which was where we were headed now, because he knew how much I liked them.

So yeah, I freaked out when Peter ordered my favorite cupcake, even though best friends know each other's favorite food sometimes. And I defeatedly knew why I was so skittish around him when he literally just opened his mouth, it was because I so desperately wanted this to be real.

I didn't want how he looked at me to be... an act.

We spoke at the same time at one point while he sat in this cupcake place across from each other.

We obviously both stopped, and Peter smiled, insisting I continued as I insisted he did.

He does not relent, and chuckles, "I don't know why you're making a big deal of this. Just go on."

I suck in a breath, "fine." I place my hands on the table and turn to his amused expression, "I just... I've been thinking a lot. About us..." I turn away from him and clarify, "I mean. I'm really grateful and thankful for everything you do for me."

"As you should," Peter cheekily cuts in.

I turn to him and his smirk and feel my heart twist. I hold back a frown, "yeah. Uh, I... I just, I wanted to say that we can stop now."

Peter knits his brows, "stop what?"

"This. The pretending that we do."

Peter straightens on his seat, "pretending?"

"Yeah. We don't have to pretend to like each other anymore. I mean, gosh, this is a whole head ache in and of itself. I don't even think of my ex at all." I point to my temple, "It's all chem now."

Peter's jaw slacks. He nods slowly, "ah, right. Yeah. The fake dating."

I nod.

"Right, cause we've just been pretending the whole time."

I feel a lump in my throat form.

Peter purses his lips and chuckles, "this wasn't real at all... to either of us."

For a moment, we sit in silence.

"Should... should I delete all our Instagram posts?" Peter asks.

I have to admit, I'm a bit taken aback, "uh... I mean, if you want. You can, but you did just post it-"

"Right."

"-You can just get rid of it later."

"Right, right. Totally."

Another moment of silence passes.

I remember, "what was it you were supposed to say?"

"Ah... Nah, yeah, I was just going to say we could go to this skateboard event on Saturday. I saw a flyer for it. We should go."

I give a smile, "yeah. We should definitely go."

He smiles back, though unalike how he smiled before, "great."

And once another moment passed, Peter asked, "should we get going?"

I nod.

Then we made our way back. Beside the fact Peter was no holding on the brown paper bag with both of his hand and the feeling between us was weird, I would say it worked out pretty well.

"Hey!" Peter, panicked, calls, yanking me by my arm, my moving me out of the way of a passing bike.

I am looking at him as he pulls me against him and scowls at the biker, "watch where you're going, dude! You're gonna hurt yourself and innocent pedestrians!"

My breath hitches when he grabs my hand and leads me across the street, asking, "are you okay?"

I nod, "just shocked."

"That dude should get a thousand dollar ticket. You know, one time on my patrol, there was this small child that also almost got hit my a biker. It could have been so back had I not caught that girl in time."

Peter looks over to me after his rant, half wonder why there was no quick response in his favor.

He immediately lets go of my hand when he realizes how firmly he had it gripped in his.

"Sorry," he mutters quickly, wiping his hand on his pants. He looks away aimlessly.

I shake my head and smile, "it's okay."

"I'll try not to do that anymore- you know, since we're broken up."

"..."

"Not that is was every real..." Peter says, "of course not."

"Of course not," I repeat for absolutely no reason.

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beybladefanboy · 2 years ago

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Definitely not a crush, just someone whose cats and food I want to steal.

He hides kittens in his hat

I also just wanted to draw Johannes without his hat, just wondered what his hair was like. Yk he's a great character, I mean I think so. Cuz albeit being "the weird character" he's actually competent, and knows exactly what to do.

#beyblade #beyblade metal fight #beyblade metal saga #reblogs #qloof #johannes beyblade #metal fury #beyblade metal fury #metal fury is underrated #I forgot that tag in my last post shit #oh well

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ad1thi · 4 years ago

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underrated stevetony fics rec list (P2)

this is ridiculously late and im so sorry, but here’s part 2 of this list!!

sweet lips on my lips (kiss like real people do).: @nethandrake

Frankly, if anyone told Tony that he’d be carried out of a burning building, well, he would’ve laughed in their faces. And if they were being extra mean about it, he probably would’ve even thrown them across the Atlantic.

After all, he’s Tony Stark. And Tony Stark always makes sure he has a safety net installed in his armor for emergencies, so it wouldn’t be out of commission before the building decided to collapse onto itself.

And yet, here he is, his armor out of commission, and being carried out of a burning building.

Carried out of a burning building by Steven Grant Rogers.

(In which Tony's from Civil War and Steve's from Infinity War. It's a problem.)

Rising: @withstarryeyes

Heat is licking up his sides and he groans, feeling his knees turn wobbly, and fumbles his way to the wall of the elevator. The metal is blessedly cool on his forehead and he sighs, eyes burning when he closes them. It’s still dark outside and every fiber of Tony’s being is telling him to go back to bed but he has work to do and plans to make and a blueprint open on his desk in the lab, Fury approved, and he can’t not do his job. So he musters all his strength and pushes off the wall when the elevator lands, ignoring his wet hacking as he moves.

He falls before he makes it to the bench, his top coated in sweat, and his eyes shutting to the whirling sensation that takes his breath away and leaves him panting in nauseated gasps. His hand shakes from where it’s planted on the ground, keeping him up.

the square root of infinity: @firebrands

steve and tony have their first fight. tony doesn't handle it well.

A Social Engagement: @finduilasclln

Written for the prompt: “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

Steve agrees to something without fully comprehending what it means. Modern times are confusing.

Wounds Without A Bandage: @gotthesilver

Tony burrows deeper in his blankets, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to forget the last year. Taking control of Stark Industries was one thing, even if it had been a shock to Obie and the rest of the board when Tony came of age and started dispensing of all his dad’s old cronies, but SI’s exploration team actually finding Steve? Tony deciding Steve should come live with him? Tony has regrets.

Well.

He has regrets this morning.

Before last night, the most Tony regretted in relation to Steve was not jumping him the moment it became clear all his faculties were intact and that Tony hadn’t defrosted a brain dead Captain America.

Love Like A Hunger: @gotthesilver

Pushing the door open to the bedroom, Steve pauses at what he sees. “Tony? I—”

“Surprise?”

“I—” Steve swallows, taking in the sight of Tony, blood instantly going to his cock as he looks him up and down. “You look—wow.”

Tony’s got on a damn Princess Leia outfit, gold curling around his chest and hips, with red fabric skimming over his crotch, and Steve’s brain feels like it’s shut down.

The Night Shift: @weethreequarter

Welcome to the Emergency Department of San Antonio General where Dr. Tony Stark joins the team fresh from his most recent tour in Afghanistan and - much to the consternation of the other staff - strikes up an instant rapport with Nurse Steve Rogers. Meanwhile, new resident Bruce Banner refuses to give up on his patient, and Dr. Sharon Carter learns something from her own patients. Throw in a pissed off hospital administrator, Clint using the coffee pot as a mug again, and a major car crash and you have, well, just another night shift.

the james braincell: @starklysteve

“Right. How do we get them to admit they love each other?”

In front of him, Bucky brings out a metal flask and takes a swig out of it. “Hell if I know. You’re the genius who went to MIT.”

“I studied aerospace engineering,” Rhodey rolls his eyes, “not how to get two idiots to kiss.”

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Or, Bucky and Rhodey are the braincells.

In a desperate last ditch attempt, they set Steve and Tony up for a blind date.

Steve and Tony don't know that their date is each other. But they might have a braincell of their own. Might.

the good place (is next to you): @starklysteve

“I mean,” Tony tries his best shot at breaking the tension, “if you’re stuck with the wrong guy, at least I’m sexier than your real deal?”

Tony died and got sent to some sort of heaven, with Captain America as his soulmate. Except, they got the wrong Anthony Stark, and to stay in the Good Place, Tony must convince Steve to teach him how to be good.

-x-

(watching The Good Place is not necessary to understand this AU, but will help)

president captain america: @livingtheobsessedlife

He’s supposed to be campaigning to be elected as president of the United States, not pining over some billionaire he met at one of his campaign events. And yet, Steve can’t seem to get genius, philanthropist (and his newest big-time donor) Tony Stark out of his head.

come build a home out of me: @maguna-stxrk

Steve clears his throat.

“What if I went with you?” he asks nonchalantly, like his heart isn’t threatening to beat out of his ribcage.

Tony blinks a few times, looking at Steve, his mouth ajar. “As a— As my date?”

“Yeah.” Steve nods, feeling a little breathless.

“You don’t mind?” Tony furrows his eyebrows.

“I don’t. In fact, you can just tell them I’m your boyfriend. I’m sure they’ll back off, wouldn’t they?”

What.

“I— Huh?” Tony stares at him, brown eyes blown wide open.

What. What. What.

“Huh? Uh, I mean— You know, that way people will see that you have definitely moved on. Monica will see that you have moved on. Right?” Steve smiles, hoping that it masks his inner panic, because what?

Steve Rogers, what have you done?

Between Two Infinities: @/anonymous

The Titanic, 1946. Steven Grant Rogers did not think that going to war would end up with him being three times his normal size with superstrength and agility to boot, and... rich...but hey, he wasn’t complaining. Steve also didn’t expect to fall out of love- if it was even love in the first place- with the woman he was explicitly told to propose to, and instead fall for a formerly rich, formerly a playboy, still a genius, Tony Stark. Especially because, you know, it was a little tiny bit illegal, and he was supposed to be “America’s Golden Boy”, as Bucky put it.

All Tony expected out of the trip was to escape Europe with his best friend thanks to a lucky game of blackjack. He didn’t think he’d find himself having sex in the back of a car located in the cargo hold of the Titanic, or almost jumping off said ship. But that was just the life of a rogue Stark child, wasn’t it? At least Peggy was nice. Her dad, not so much.

A Thief Like Tony Stark: @dontholdthiswarinside

Tony is a high ranking criminal, known for his talent to disappear. Steve is a disillusioned soldier who needs some cash.

And some people will always be heroes, no matter what they do for a living.

The Things We Can’t Unsee: @/orphan-account

The mission was simple: get in, gather information, get out. Of course, Steve never really expected the enemy to follow this plan. One way or the other, something was bound to happen. They were the Avengers, after all. Nothing ever went easy for them.

What Steve didn’t expect was it going as far as it did; he didn’t expect having to make a decision that nobody should have to make.

Now Bucky’s lying there, bloody and dying all because of him, and Natasha’s poisonous words keep ringing in his head. Thinking about the ring he carries with him every day, Steve knows she’s right.

He’d never be able to make that call if it were Tony.

The Last Barman Poet: @nativemossy

Tony wasn't expecting anything more than dealing with a tequila-drunk Clint and a slightly wrinkled suit on this trip to Mexico. He got plenty more than he bargained for when he catches the eye of a handsome vacationer at the swim-up bar. Tipsy shenanigans ensue.

#adi's rec list #stevetony #superhusbands #steve rogers/tony stark #steve rogers x tony stark #steve x tony #underrated stevetony fics

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lunapaper · 2 years ago

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Album Review: 'HOLY FVCK' - Demi Lovato

Holy fvck really is the perfect way to describe the past few years for Demi Lovato.

In 2018, the singer suffered a near-fatal overdose, which left her legally blind. She came out as non-binary, preferring to go by she/they pronouns. She became the ambassador for a conspiracy theory website. She revisited past trauma on 2021’s Dancing with the Devil... The Art of Starting Over. She had beef with that frozen yoghurt store, which drew criticism from fans and critics alike.

Lovato now channels all their fear, longing and fury into big, chugging, metal-inspired riffs and snarling pop punk on her eighth album. But while everyone and their mother seems to be jumping on the bandwagon, trying to score a collab with Travis Barker in the hopes of becoming the next Olivia Rodrigo, Lovato’s love of rock, metal and emo is true. Not too long ago, they recounted the time she crowdsurfed at Norwegian black metal band Dimmur Borgir’s show as a teenager in an attempt to evade the moshpit.

And Lovato wears her influences proudly on her sleeve.

First single ‘SKIN OF MY TEETH’ is a formidable tribute to Hole’s ‘Celebrity Skin.’ ‘Demi leaves rehab again/When is this shit gonna end?’ Lovato drawls as she longs to be free of her much-publicised demons (‘but I can’t ‘cos it’s a fuckin’ disease’). ‘SUBSTANCE’ owes a lot to Jimmy Eat World’s ‘The Middle,’ the singer searching for meaning in an increasingly shallow and fragmented world. Though it’s kinda ironic that Lovato would decry a lack of substance in the world while choosing to align herself with a platform that pushes misinformation…

‘EAT ME’ is vicious and ragged, with Royal and the Serpent’s Ryan Santiago providing the sickly-sweet yin to Lovato’s raspy yang. It wouldn’t have looked too out of place on Poppy’s I Disagree, at the same time maintaining a Muse-like grind. The title track has a slinky groove and dirty, filthy bass akin to The Pretty Reckless, with riffs like flames licking at the walls and Lovato revelling in the leather-clad melodrama. Standout ‘BONES’ has ‘Trouble’s Coming’-era Royal Blood in its blood, an underrated cut of salacious disco punk that has the singer wanting to jump a lover’s bones (natch).

HOLY FVCK is as preoccupied with the sexual as it is the sacramental, Lovato making her desires known while burning down the toxic purity cult that Disney kept her imprisoned in for so many years.

‘HEAVEN’ is a dizzy, wailing ode to self-love channelling Marilyn Manson’s ‘Beautiful People,’ with Lovato trying to reconcile the deeply-held Catholic beliefs of their family with masturbation, inspired by Matthew 5:30 (‘If your right hand causes you to sin, cut it off, because it’s better to lose one part of your body than your entire body to hell’). She plans on christening every square inch of LA in every position possible on SUM 41-style filthfest, ‘CITY OF ANGELS.’

’29,’ however, is a much, much darker.

‘Thought it was a teenage dream, just a fantasy/But was it yours or was it mine?’ Lovato spits back, allegedly at their ex, Wilmer Valderrama, a grimy, gasoline rainbow of a rock banger that’s since become an empowering catch-cry for hundreds of women on TikTok who’ve also been preyed on by older men. The singer doesn’t hold back, offering up skin-crawling lines such as ‘Just five years a bleeder, student and a teacher/Far from innocent, what the fuck's consent?’ But it’s definitely among the most cathartic of HOLY FVCK’s tracks, its chorus thrashing like a wild animal that’s burst out of its cage.

The crux of the album, though, lies with ‘HAPPY ENDING.’

‘Am I gonna die trying to find my happy ending?’ Lovato wonders, ‘And will I ever know what it's like.’ It paints a brutal portrait of the realities of addiction, never truly free of her demons. It also has a lot in common with her 2018 track, ‘Sober,’ released after suffering a relapse, but this time, Lovato seeks to turn hopelessness into something hopeful. ‘The feeling I hope that people take away from listening to this song is that I hope they don’t feel alone,’ she told fans via her website. ‘In this song, it’s talking about feeling so hopeless but I want my fans to know they’re never alone and someone has felt this way before and made it out of it.’

Then we reach the halfway mark, and the album’s tension begins to wane, Lovato soon retreating into the inoffensive Disney pop rock of years past (bar ‘DEAD FRIENDS,’ of course). The scuzzy sleaze rock of ‘HELP ME’ (featuring Emily Armstrong of LA rock trio Dead Sara), however, is a bright spot, taunting and swaggering back at the listener ‘thanks for your useless information’ and shoving their pointless opinions back in their faces.

If you’re gonna go full rock and metal, complete with the metal-style V in the album title and the bondage and crucifix imagery to match, then commit. Why hold a ‘funeral’ for your pop music if you’re just gonna end up getting cold feet halfway through and end up resurrecting its corpse?

HOLY FVCK is a long overdue burst of anger from Lovato. Rather than wallow in her pain, she revels in it, entices it and grabs it by the fucking throat – at least for the first half of the record.

It could also do with a little subtlety: For every stark confession, there’s a cliched platitude or goofy lyric. Lovato’s boasts of being ‘ungodly but heaven-sent' can also come off as trying too hard at times.

Still, ‘[y]ou can’t have light without dark,’ Lovato recently told the LA Times. ‘The dichotomy was really important to me, and I had to take my anger out of the shadows in order to heal. I am owning my dark side, and it doesn’t have to take me down.’

And by doing so, she’s never sounded better. Hopefully Lovato keeps fvcking things up like this…

- Bianca B.

#music #demi lovato #holy fvck #new #reviews #albums #Bianca B

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beybladefanboy · 3 years ago

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He's... So cute 😊

drawing @ 1am oh yeah woo yeah

#beyblade #beyblade metal fight #beyblade metal saga #metal fury #king #king beyblade #metal fury is underrated

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number-1-kuaidul-fanboy · 3 years ago

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Yes, I cried over the Kaiser thing

*SPOILERS FOR YUGIOH GX AND BEYBLADE METAL FURY BELOW*

(Seriously, Yugioh GX is amazing and extremely underrated. The third season is legitimately better than anything in the original show. I’ll also be talking about another anime: Beyblade Metal Fight so navigate away if you haven’t seen these show’s third seasons.)

Looking back on it, I’m sure everyone who saw my previous post about Ryo and Sho is wondering this so I will come out and say it: his death made me cry. Apparently battle-hungry morally gray characters redeeming themselves at the last minute by going out fighting to stop the greater evil is my kryptonite:

Let me make this clear: I don’t think either of these scenes ripped off the other nor do I think they’re too similar: Ryo’s death reminded me of Ryuga’s sacrifice (partly because that scene lives in my head rent free) but there are many notable differences. For one, Ryo knew he was going to die due to his heart condition and wanted to die doing the thing he loved the most: dueling, not necessarily caring if he won or lost, he just wanted to feel alive in his final moments and leave a mark on the world so he would never be forgotten.

Ryuga went into his battle determined to win, trying to cling to his belief that he couldn’t lose and was knocked unconscious from the intensity of the battle. Then when he awoke, he gave his star fragment to Kenta, letting go of his obsession with power and giving the heroes what they needed in order to defeat the great evil. He didn’t care about the glory of leaving a permanent mark on the world but he undeniably did.

Both Ryo and Ryuga were obsessed with power but in the end, Ryuga was able to let go while Ryo wasn’t. Ryo recognized his mistakes and that his pursuit of power was pointless too late to do anything about it. Both of these deaths are well-written and tragic in their own ways. It really just depends on who you’re more attached to and... well...

It should be obvious who’s closer to my heart.

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sky-of-dusk · 4 years ago

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Ginga: an underrated character?

I saw again someone describe Ginga as "the idiot one who loves burgers". It makes me so annoyed ! I don't tell you to like him, but look at him like he is and stop talking him down by summing him up at two or three details.

First, he saves the world four times from the beginning of Fusion until the end of Fury.

Let's go back at the beginning of the first season. Ginga believed for MONTHS his father died before his eyes. Many people seemed to forget this traumatism... It's not because it was no true in the end that it erase everything Ginga felt and lived. He. Believed. His. Father. Was. Dead. For. MONTHS. Right in front of him. The happy-go-lucky Ginga has one of the darkest past of all the Beyblade World (I tell on purpose Beyblade and not MFB). He traveled alone for months to fight alone an organization able to (literally) kill people and a power so evil it was imprisonned for centuries. Ginga believes it was his duty (well, a big weight for someone so young...). He doesn't even whine or complain. He goes on like it's perfectly normal.

Plus, consider the guilt he feels. He doesn't success to do anything to save his father. A weight that combines at the others.

Despite all of this, Ginga still finds time to help people he meets (cf. Kenta vs Face Hunter). His words when he faces Kyouya, at his come back from the Wolf Canyon, are full of empathy and comprehension. He sees the sadness of Leone.

Plus, Ginga is kind of great to judge the other characters. Right after meeting Kyouya, he declares that he had potential as a blader. He doesn't bear grudge against Kyouya and Benkei despite the Face Hunter thing (and the Wolf Canyon thing for the first one, later) and accept them in his group. He holds a hand to Yuu, Helios, Aguma, Bao and Chris, while they were in the other side. Because he could tell (he was even SURE) they weren't bad people. Ginga saved Ryuuga's life despite the anger and hatred he feels first, because of his father's "death" then because Kyouya's wound. Because he sees his acts were, in part, because of the Dark Power.

But Ginga doesn't try to reach every person he meets. He doesn't hold a hand to Reiji, Busujima, Damian, Pluto, Johannes and Ragou. He knows it would be useless.

And the way he accepts the others, with their personalities, is quite impressive. He doesn't try to change them or to force them to see the world as he sees it (he only talks to them about the Blader Spirit... because they already have one). For example, in the 105th episode, in Fury: "I can tell you I know more about him than anyone. He certainly have a self-centered , no doubt about it, in here he's filled with a heated Bey Spirit just like the rest of us". The French Version: "It's true he has an egoistic and hard side, I can acknowledge it, but in here he has a true Blader Spirit like the rest of us".

Ginga is the one who allows other characters to evolve. Kyouya was only a little gang leader when they first met (and he hadn't a tenth of the strenght he possesses after deciding he's Ginga's rival). And he would still be without Ginga (or, bored, he would have leave). Benkei too. Kenta wouldn't be able to stand up to others (and, let alone, to follow Ryuuga around). Yuu would still be at Dark Nebula's mercy. Teru wouldn't have found the Beyblade as a new passion. Etc.

(Well, none of the character would have these problems for long since the world would be destroy by the Dark Power without Ginga...)

And, like someone else point it out, Ginga is also smart in Beybattle. Without any help, he finds how to conquer Leone's tornado only by seeing his scarf sweeping away in the wind. He also locates the true Aquario in the midst of its illusions by using the sun's reflection on the metal. He found the time to think about that kind of details in the heart of a battle.

BONUS

About his love for burgers... So what? As if many people don't have any favorite food they could eat almost every day, without tiring of it... He is allowed to act as a kid now and again, isn't he? (plus, Koma is kind of a godforsaken place... burgers are surely a new discovery for him...)

#beyblade #beyblade metal fight #metal fight beyblade #mfb #ginga hagane #gingka hagane #ginga character analysis #mfb character analysis

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