#my baby is so talented and out to devastate me

[therealslimshakespeare]

Acorn thot

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Jack had left her in bed, off in a hurry to discuss a work in progress he had ongoing with CBS. He’d come on her belly and had began to change with no stop in between the happenings, he often got like that after sex when he was excited about new work he had coming. Like if the work itself would be more satisfactory than having Lana Tierney herself. With a pat on her ass he’d been gone and inside Lana, Julie Jean Turner was grateful he hadn’t stayed and had left her alone. It was much better then when Vincent stayed beside her, smug in his performance, when no pleasure had been truly given. For her, at least.

Mr. Huston was nice about the jacket and Lana made sure to keep it in her line of sight during sex with him but she never dared to wear it with his hands on her. She would never betray Bucky like that, never dare mix his scent with that of the smell of old money, of men who didn’t risk their lives for the nation - for her, Johnny had wrote her. He fought to keep her safe before he really knew her and she’d never felt more cared for or protected upon reading those words.

Now with Jack gone, she lay in bed breathing in the jacket, keeping it tucked tight between her thighs. John’s smell was becoming faint, what with Lana carting it around everywhere she went and using it as her only defense against the cold, against the studios, against Vincent - against Mother Dearest. It was her shield and her only reminder now that Mother had taken away her letters that she was loved, truly, and she wasn’t alone.

I love you, he had written.

I adore you, he had said.

She pressed her face deeper into his jacket, eyes burning. Heart breaking. Her belly was sticky and her nipples were aching, her hair tangled from Jack and Vincent pulling it and running their hands through it. Soft hands. Skinny hands. No callouses from hard work. No blood staining them because they were protecting their nation. She tried to pretend John’s hands were on her instead but it was impossible to do when she knew John was a red blooded hard working American man. His hands would be rough but his touch would be gentle and being with him would leave her feeling satisfied, not used, and he wouldn’t rush off afterwards, he would want to stay with her and he would want to listen to anything she said and she wouldn’t be so alone.

Sobs were wrecking her freely now as she pressed her nose deeper into his fainting scent. Hoping where ever he was, he was okay and he didn’t hate her and he wouldn’t hold any of this against her. John had sounded shocked when she had asked him to promise to try, like if the thought of anyone wanting him to be alive, of her wanting him to come home, was unthinkable but nonetheless he’d curled his pinky an entire ocean away and he had promised her he would try. For him she would continue fighting and trying too.

Jean had spent months writing to him and getting to know him and despite the war and possible death looming and his missing best friend who he would go to the ends of the Earth for - Jean wondered, no - Jean knew this action must have crossed his mind once or twice when sending his jacket to her.

“Would she pretend it was me? Use it as if it was me with her? Take some of the pleasure I would give her?”

And despite the grief and loneliness, Jean knows this would help her try like he was.

Her nose is buried in the collar of the jacket, where his sweat collected in the sheepskin and she allows her tongue to poke out in hopes she could taste the saltiness of it. She imagines she does. She switches from her side to her knees, in order to get in better position, and like if it’s a sign from him for her to take what she needs, a cold button on the lapel rubs against her button. Her mouth drops open in a tiny gasp. In between her thighs it’s sticky and wet and she’s rubbing it all on his jacket but she knows it’s all her. None of it was Jack or Vincent or anything they may have left behind. No. This is simply what John does to her.

Jean thinks of his letters, of every filthy thing he had written. How he wanted to bite down on those pink nipples of her. How he wanted her to ride him as his face was slapped silly by her large breasts. She pinches a nipple and imagines it’s his teeth, humping his jacket in earnest now.

Oh it feels so good. Much better than anything she’s experienced, even with no penetration. No use of her fingers, just his jacket underneath her bundled between her thighs.

John, John, John - she’s gasping it into the bedroom. Breathless moans and crinkling sheets and the jostle of her breasts the only sounds.

John, I love you.

Bucky, come home to me.

Bucky, this is all for you. All of it.

Please never stop loving me. I’ll never be able to stop loving you. Even if you hate me.

She comes hard on his jacket. Pushing through sensitivity to continue smearing herself over him. Jean decides then and there that even if it does so happen he wants nothing to do with her upon returning, she’ll return him this jacket with her smeared over it and her scent overtaking it, and perhaps leaving a stain behind. And he would wear it again unknowingly and still carry her with him and she would always know at least she had this.

Jean falls into the sheets, nuzzling into his jacket once more. No longer feeling used up or alone or unloved. Her Johnny was with her.

“I love you for it, Johnny,” is muffled into his jacket, as if he’s lying in her arms and she’s speaking it into his skin. “I love you for the way you love me, sweet man.”

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[happyhauntt]

— march fic recs, brought to you by happyhauntt.

a wee fic rec post for a few of the fics i read in march that altered my brain chemistry!! i've put a lil comment next to each rec because honestly writers don't get praised enough for their work these days and i wanted to show my appreciation for these talented souls!!

grishaverse.

➡ kaz brekker.

what do you want from me by @rubysunnday. notes: literally perfect wtf.

dark days by rubysunnday. notes: i reread this literally constantly, it is so perfect, kaz's characterisation is perfect, i adore it.

bloody hands by rubysunnday. notes: i devoured this whole thing like a starving person it was sO good.

when am i gonna lose you? by @crowsmybeloveds. notes: this is so beautiful honestly i have no words.

the lost princess by @ellewritesalright. notes: look it's only part one but elle is a fucking wizard and i'm a sucker for an anastasia au.

you and me (a whole lot of history) by @heliads. notes: this was so cute and such a clever concept i fell in love!!!

schat by @amourology. notes: fully choked this is so adorable.

soulmate by @magpiencrow. notes: KAZ BREKKER SOULMATE AU didn't know i needed this but now i need 100 more!!!!

➡ nikolai lantsov.

nine long years series by @ellewritesalright. notes: i am actively fucking screaming over this fic. i will never stop. this might genuinely be the best thing i've read in a LONG while. everything about it has me sobbing i actively CANNOT COPE. and it's not even finished yet.

one of us by @songofpatrochilless. notes: literally had me sobbing you don't understand the domesticity of it all!!!!!.

come on back to me by @atlabeth. notes: there is a very strong chance that i'll literally never stop screaming about this fic.

dreams of you by @wh0refornikolailantsov. notes: every cell in my body is SCREAMING.

this love by @lantsovsupremacist. notes: did not, in fact, give you permission to hurt me like this do it again.

salt in the wound by @in-my-feels-probably. notes: brain goes brrrr this has everything i need to survive tbh.

wanting was enough by @rubysunnday. notes: beautiful stunning magnificent i want to eat it.

an exhausted smile by @writing-havoc. notes: think i had an aneurysm reading this it was that amazing.

run away with me by @sumsebien. notes: i am still sobbing over this.

in emerald hearts, emerald minds by @undiscovered-horizon. notes: love love love love love. there aren't enough words in any language to describe how much i love this.

➡ alina starkov.

alina starkov x reader by @heliads. notes: alina does not get nearly enough love and this was so fucking sad and cute and brilliant.

➡ nina zenik.

the ten steps to 'i love you' by @sophierequests. notes: this was SO HEARTWARMING AND SWEET i adored it!!!

➡ zoya nazyalensky.

forget-me-nots by @syllvane. notes: not enough zoya fics on this hellsite. but also this ripped my heart out and made me sob so RUDE. i feel devastated.

➡ inej ghafa.

inej ghafa x reader by @heliads. notes: INEJ MY SWEET BABY, this fic is everything to me. everything. and it's so beautifully written!!!

➡ the darkling.

the dark side of the moon series by @myhairpintrigger. notes: this fic is ASTOUNDING. i haven’t cried this much reading something in a long time. i was FULL-BODY SOBBING. i don’t even like the darkling. i am Not a darkling girlie. but i was intrigued by concept of this fic and i can safely say it has ruined my life. this is Emotional Damage Incarnate. i will never recover. author, i salute you.

911.

through the smoke by @borntobewondering. notes: spent twenty whole minutes sobbing after reading this. i felt undone i felt hollow i felt so utterly fucked. author is a genius and that's all there is to say.

not so one night stand by @shmaptainwrites. notes: this was so fuckin adorable i'm in love.

d.c. to l.a. by shmaptainwrites. notes: bobby my guy just doesn't get enough fucking credit and this is so fucking adorable.

criminal minds.

➡ spencer reid.

trouble almost all my life by @januaryembrs. notes: this series is. it's literally. everything. i love bugsy like she's my own child. sister relationships are everything to me. i spent an hour sobbing in my bed over parts 2 and 3. i want this tattooed on my forehead.

➡ aaron hotchner.

found by @benedictscanvas. notes: DADDY i mean what. all jokes aside this was so sweet and beautiful and i'm in love the writing!!!

doctor who.

rage rage (against the dying of the light) by @morganas-pendragons. notes: felt feral after reading this. kayla just gets me in my feels every time.

heartbeat by morganas-pendragons. notes: this was the most emotional devastating thing i've ever read and i fully needed 3-5 business days to recover. rude. i want 100 more.

untitled by morganas-pendragons. notes: PAIN i love this so much.

ache by morganas-pendragons. notes: just scoop my heart out of my fucking chest i don't want it anymore after reading this.

a mind full of blissful terrors by @magiccath. notes: simply fucking amazing.

light in the dark by @i-imagine-my-doctor. notes: screaming please i adore this so much.

baby talk by @kisstherainwriting. notes: THE ABSOLUTE CUTIEST EVER. there's not enough clara fics and this had me squealing and feeling all warm and fuzzy!!!

holding my hand by kisstherainwriting. notes: angst galore this was STUNNING.

in another's eyes by @cas-kingdom. notes: PERFECTION.

where do we go now series by @theetherealbloom. notes: literally so fucking amazing i don't have enough words.

marauders.

the winner takes it all by @ellecdc. notes: brb faye is having a STROKE--

come back, be here series by ellecdc. notes: i think i had a full on stroke while reading this series. the attention to detail is insane. the characterisation is perfect.

i don't know you anymore (maybe i never really did) by @thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels. notes: SCREECHING i'm in love you don't understand.

bridgerton.

➡ anthony bridgerton.

distractions by @peterpparkrr. notes: simply immaculate.

right person, all the wrong times by @wwinterwitch. notes: did you mean one of my favourite tropes bc this is it.

right in front of me by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 & @thirteenisles. notes: i felt feral after reading this tbh.

➡ sibling!reader.

reluctant caretaker by @rubysunnday. notes: this fic hit my heart in all the right places okay sibling stuff means everything to me.

did she have a cookie by rubysunnday. notes: a joyous read from start to finish i CACKLED the whole way through.

moon knight.

come back to me by @mgparker. notes: still sobbing. immaculate.

the other sarcophagus by @starryevermore. notes: i literally reread this constantly i adore it so much!!

marc spector x reader by @softlyspector. notes: i had an aneurysm reading this and i haven't been the same since.

more marc spector x reader by softlyspector. notes: i am having an intense emotion hold on. anytime i see autistic stuff in canon content for any fandom i SQUEAK. and this is so well done honestly.

star wars.

heartless by @youvebeenlivingfictional. notes: i reread this constantly, it's so amazing and heartwrenching and beautiful and i want to eat it.

little talks by @light-yaers. notes: you simply do not understand how much i adore everything beff writes. i adore this fic more than i need oxygen to breathe.

right where you left me series by light-yaers. notes: personality-defining series. i LIVE for this fic. every update adds five years to my lifespan. if you're not reading this you are MISSING OUT.

a light, a song, a bluebird by @millllenniawrites. notes: made me SOB 10/10 would recommend if you like emotional trauma.

invisible string by @campingwiththecharmings. notes: pining!!! loneliness!!! i adore!!!

hard landings by @softlyspector. notes: no. no you don't understand. this fic doesn't just own my soul it is my soul. i want it tattooed on my face.

misc.

hopper x reader by @luveline. notes: you don't understand this might be the cutest shit i've ever read and jade is a fellow welsh person which automatically makes them brilliant in my book.

muña by @in-my-feels-probably. notes: alicent means fucking everything to me and this had me sobbing.

mistletoe magic by @writingsbychlo. notes: literally the cutest fucking thing ever, had me kicking my legs and squealing!!

[oliviasroses19]

Working my way through another rewatch (shocking I know but you must withhold your gasps of astonishment.) Anyyyyywwwwaaay. I’m on S2E2, truly one of my favorites for Polin moments, and the gears are turning in my noggin.

Colin has made this grand statement of “swearing off women” yet he is attending social events not even an hour off the boat from Greece. He didn’t have much of a choice in attending the Royal Races, but that was a family event.

I’m specifically referring to the soirée at Lady Danbury’s where most of the family is not in attendance. Anthony is not there because he keeps pissing off Kate, Benedict is off visiting Will’s new club, and F, G, and H are not yet old enough to attend.

This leaves Colin and Eloise as the lone siblings who do go. It’s kind of jarring seeing just the two of them and Violet taking their leave when there is usually a large gaggle of Bridgerton’s milling about. I was so thrown off by this, it got me thinking;

The point of these party’s, balls, soirées, etc is to have the marriage minded persons of the ton mingle and find matches. So if Benedict, who is not looking for a wife, can skip out on these social events, why can’t Colin? He has sworn off love and women. Well except for Pen. He wouldn’t dream of swearing HER off.

This man was so oblivious, as we well know. He could have easily avoided this embarrassing collection of gentleman showing off their talents, especially as he is “just a spectator” and doesn’t intend to impress any of the ladies.

Yet here he is, immediately conversing with Pen about his travels and finding himself and fabulously fucking up telling her that she means too much to him to swear off (“you do not count” comment, I’m looking at you.) My eyes roll so far back in my head during most of this conversation and my heart hurts for Pen because he is so close to getting it but baby boy’s head is so far up his ass it may as well be a hat. Just tell her you missed her and you value how she sees you. Because he did miss her. And now he’s attending parties and shit so he can see her.

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In conclusion, Colin “I have sworn off women” Bridgerton is enduring the marriage mart in order to hang out with his bestie, Penelope.

You’re so so so fucking close, Colin. Just give it a few more months and a devastating lack of letters and you’ll realize you actually HAVE sworn off all women EXCEPT for Penelope.

[teamnick]

favorite piarles moments that make you want to do something drastic?

omg GREAT question, but soso difficult to answer 🥲 the thing is, every piarles moment makes me wanna do something drastic akdjskskd but i'll try not to empty all my camera roll into this answer. So!

whatever was going on in the paris nba event...specifically in this moment. you wanna grab him, charles? take his shirt off? go on! 😌

then, the canal+ interview from 2018...the whole thing is kinda insane, with lines like "we've done many things together...but you wont hear about all of it. we're not gonna say everything!" like OKAY...and then charles just puts out this line:

idk both of them have this talent of saying some devastating things in only a few words and this one kills me every time. 🥹

monza 2020...i cant ever be normal about this, i'm sorry (lie). the way charles barrels into pierre to hug him, completely ignoring grosjean who is already hugging pierre aksjfksks love it.

and then he sneaks away to watch pierre's podium before being medically cleared. if this was a fanfic, i'd say uhm this is a bit too much! and...well. this happened irl. 🫶

the squeezie vid...all. time. like i cant stress enough how genius the whole thing is. you get piarles doing a baby simulation class, them teasing each other, pierre making charles blush with certain gestures lmao love it!!!

montreal 2022. all that weekend was just. amazing in giving us piarles content, my personal fav is ofc charles' insta story with pierre wearing charles' cap and charles laughing like a hyena. i'll never recover!!!

NBA date nr. 1.....no words. very smooth move from pierre. 😌✌️

when they were celebrating their f2 & f3 championship wins together...this is lowkey my fav pic of them. the joy!!!! their humongous smiles!!!! charles drenched in champagne...pierre grabbing his thighs while looking up at him...oh man. 🥰🥰

baku 2021...i just had to include it because wtf is happening here, guys??? again, charles arrives like a force of nature, grabs pierre's hand while he is still celebrating with his team and simply glues himself to pierre, jfc. 🧐🤪🫠

okay i can no longer include any pics but there are many more moments bw these 2 that make me go insane...the monaco hug, their monza 2022 hand grabbing, "mr gasly 😘", "captain CL", box of bluffs video, tennis dates...and then ofc all the monza 2019 photos.

wow this got long 😅😅 what can i say. I love them!! 😻

[dustisus]

My hidden talent is I can make any Florence + The Machine song be about Jean Moreau. Just watch:

The Bomb

You said this could have been the best thing That ever happened to you, so you decided not to do it Now you come back every summer like a carnivorous flower And I stare at your hands in the heat, and I Think they are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen

But if I was free to love you You wouldn't want me, would you? Unavailability is the only thing that turns you on Come here, baby, tell me that I'm wrong

I've blown apart my life for you And bodies hit the floor for you And break me, shake me, devastate mе Come here, baby, tell me that I'm wrong

I don't love you, I just love the bomb

Obvious Kevjean angst song (hands? bodies hit the floor for you? hello), and what started it all. I love this song sm.

Make Up Your Mind

Make up your mind Let me leave or let me love you While you've been saving your neck I've been breaking mine for you The power is on, the guillotine hums My back's to the wall, go on, let it fall Make up your mind Before I make it up for you

Also Kevjean angst, very much giving "you didn't have to slit my throat on the way out". Also the guillotine is french idk

What Kind of Man

You're a holy fool, all colored blue Red feet upon the floor You do such damage, how do you manage? Trying to crawl in back for more

And with one kiss You inspired a fire of devotion that lasts for twenty years What kind of man loves like this?

Same thing here, reminds me of "you didn't have to slit my throat on the way out".

Sky Full of Song

How deeply are you sleeping Or are you still awake? A good friend told me You've been staying out so late Be careful, oh, my darling Oh, be careful what it takes From what I've seen so far The good ones always seem to break

And I was screaming at my your father And you were screaming at me And I can feel your anger From way across the sea And I was kissing strangers I was causing such a scene Oh, the heart, it hides such unimaginable things

[...]

And I want you so badly but you could be anyone

[...]

Take me down, I'm too tired now Leave me where I lie

If you get it you get it. About Jean but sung to Kevin.

Patricia

Oh Patricia, you've always been my North Star And I have to tell you something I'm still afraid of the dark You take my hand in your hand from you flowers grow And you understand with every seed you sow you make this cold world beautiful

She told me all doors are open to the believer I believe her, I believe her, I believe her

I have already made one post about this song making me a Jeanee shipper, but it deserves to be said again. Great song.

Only If For A Night

And I had a dream About my old school And she was there all pink and gold and glittering I threw my arms around her legs Came to weeping, came to weeping [...]

And the only solution was to stand and fight And my body was bruised and I was set alight But you came over me like some holy rite And although I was burning, you're the only light Only if for a night

About Renee (or the memory of Elodie) being his savior at EAU. Knew this would forever be about Jean to me when I heard the first three lines.

Dog Days Are Over

Happiness hit her like a train on a track Coming towards her, stuck still, no turning back

[...]

The dog days are over The dog days are done The horses are coming So you better run

This is a hopeful one. I want Jean to be surprised by his own happiness one day. And his days as a starving dog are over, replaced by his days with the Trojans (horses).

If you read all of this, thank you so much for listening to me rambling <3

[sparks-polls]

The results of round 1 are in!

We have mainly concluded that nobody's having fun.

this is it #this poll is finally going to end me #we're starting with a 'would you rather shoot your grandma or your dog' kind of choice #fffffaaaaacckkkkk #TWO BAD BITCHES STAND BEFORE YOU #this is devastating truly #OH FUCK NO #THIS IS THE HARDEST ONE YET OH MY GODD #CRUEL #I voted but this was brutal #i am very sad about this matchup #WHO THOUGHT THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA #THIS ONE IS EVIL #aw come on #THIS IS TORTUREEEE #you can't #noooooo i love both of these songs so much #why oh why #ah shit. #oh NO!! #ah damn #this one is MEAN #ouchhhhh #cries #ooooh fuck. #this is so sad #oofffff #this hurts 😭 #oh noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 #😭😭😭😭😭😭 #noooooo #😭 #wtf why #oh bloody hell #YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME #oh I see we are choosing violence #aw man #this isnt fair #oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no #someone please tell me which is winning so I can vote for the underdog #seething at these being pit against each other #how very DARE #asdlkjfldsafsdag #I DON'T WANT TO. #I DON'T WANT TO AHGGHGH #HAVE WE NOT SUFFERED ENOUGH #YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME (VOL 2) #grrrrrr #I'm growling at this poll #how can I choose 😫 #okay well this one was difficult for ME. leave me alone #ahhhhhh #this is evil #noooooooooooooooo #aughhhhhhh #akhf;ldsfdsaf #😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 #shit. #this is literally impossible. #this is just hurtful #this is not funny #ffs #STOP THIS IS TORTURE #damn this is difficult #ooooooofffffff #ouch #my vote's gonna haunt me #maybe i'll come back to vote when i'm done sobbing #today we are suffering #damn you and damn this poll. DAMN I SAY #THIS POLL IS AN ATTACK DIRECTED AT ME SPECIFICALLY #PAIN!!!!!!! #oh no. #this is really hard #no no no no no no no #oh fuuuuuuck #noooooo #I #I'm very surprised and that's rare… #oh no #aa ouch #:o #oh no oh no #afhjdfh tough #my day is ruined now thanks #awful pairing 0 out of 10 very painful do not recommend #I can’t believe it #this is cruel #i am so shaken by this #first poll where i actually can't bring myself to vote for either option. painnnnnnn #this one is just cruel though #oh no another difficult one #ooffffffffff #HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME 😭 #oh. oh no can I have both 🥲 #oof here we go again. what the actual hell #oohohhhh shittt#this is impossible 😭😭😭 #This is truly the cruelest choice for me personally. #why would you do this to us? #i give up

Anywho. 32 songs are still in the running so let's do all of this again! :) The polls for round 2 start dropping tomorrow.

The songs that have been ruthlessly eliminated: High C, Fletcher Honorama, (No More) Mr. Nice Guys, The Louvre, Hasta Mañana, Monsieur, Talent Is An Asset, Hospitality On Parade, Get In The Swing, Under The Table With Her, Pineapple, Looks, Looks, Looks, Big Boy, I Want To Be Like Everybody Else, I Bought The Mississippi River, Occupation, I’m Not, Forever Young, La Dolce Vita, My Other Voice, Stereo, The Greatest Show On Earth, Where’s My Girl, Upstairs, I Married A Martian, Wacky Woman, Popularity, Please, Baby, Please, I Wish I Looked A Little Better, Dance Godammit, With All My Might, Rosebud, Love-O-Rama, The Toughest Girl In Town, Let’s Make Love, Let’s Go Surfing, Pulling Rabbits Out Of A Hat [Plagiarism, Amateur Hour (feat. Erasure), Propaganda [Plagiarism], The No. 1 Song In Heaven (with Jimmy Somerville), More Than A Sex Machine, Scheherazade, Aeroflot, The Calm Before The Storm, (Baby, Baby) Can I Invade Your Country, Waterproof, I Can't Believe That You Would Fall For All The Crap In This Song, Likeable, Limo Driver (Welcome To Hollywood), The Studio Commissary, "We've Got To Turn Him 'Round", Garbo Sings, Sherlock Holmes [THOM live version], The Number One Song In Heaven [THOM live version], Collaborations Don't Work, Life With The Macbeths, All That, Lawnmower, Stravinsky's Only Hit, Left Out In The Cold, Self-Effacing, Nothing Is As Good As They Say It Is, Escalator, The Mona Lisa's Packing, Leaving Late Tonight, You Were Meant For Me.

The songs that are still in the running: Slowboat, Girl From Germany, Beaver O'Lindy, Moon Over Kentucky, Amateur Hour, Falling In Love With Myself Again, Here In Heaven, At Home, At Work, At Play, Don't Leave Me Alone With Her, Never Turn Your Back On Mother Earth, Something For The Girl With Everything, Achoo, In The Future, Everybody’s Stupid, I Like Girls, Goofing Off, Those Mysteries, Tryouts For The Human Race, The Number One Song In Heaven, When I’m With You, Tips For Teens, Funny Face, Angst In My Pants, Sherlock Holmes, Moustache, The Decline And Fall Of Me, Eaten By The Monster Of Love, All You Ever Think About Is Sex, Pulling Rabbits Out Of A Hat, Pretending To Be Drunk, Progess, A Song That Sings Itself, Music That You Can Dance To, Change, So Important, When Do I Get To Sing "My Way", (When I Kiss You) I Hear Charlie Parker Playing, Now That I Own The BBC, Never Turn Your Back One Mother Earth [Plagiarism], Balls, The Rhythm Thief, Ride 'Em Cowboy, My Baby's Taking Me Home, Suburban Homeboy, Dick Around, Rock, Rock, Rock, As I Sit Down To Play The Organ At The Notre Dame Cathedral, Good Morning, I've Never Been High, (She Got Me) Pregnant, "Mr. Bergman, How Are You?", Two Hands One Mouth [THOM live version], Johnny Delusional, Police Encounters, So Desu Ne, Missionary Position, Edith Piaf (Said It Better Than Me), What The Hell Is It This Time?, I Wish You Were Fun, Onomato Pia, The Existential Threat, Veronica Lake, Take Me For A Ride, It Doesn't Have To Be That Way. (Congratulations to Propaganda, Angst In My Pants and Lil' Beethoven for not losing a single song in this round!)

[99tech99]

i only found tumblr about a year ago

i was absolutely devastated in the wake of plan 99. tech was my favorite. tech still is my favorite. i was dejected for longer than i probably should have been. i was googling fan theories about what happened to tech and seeing if people thought he was really dead

in my searching, found a piece of bad batch fan art. i scrolled through the page, until i got a popup that told me to log into tumblr for more. and here i am.

and i found this AMAZING fandom. so MANY fandoms! tumblr is our little corner of the internet. i really wish i had some talent to share, but i am mostly a consumer here, appreciating the unbridled talent of all you artists

i love so much that i have found "my people" here. those of you who are like me, silly and dorky and obsessive and wild and passionate about the clones (or star wars in general, or harry potter, or marvel, or anime or games or anything!)

thank you to anyone and everyone who has been brave enough to put themselves out here for us to enjoy your work!

as we approach the end of the line, just a few shout outs to bloggers who particularly stand out to me when im thinking of the bad batch fandom.

@shyranno it was your art that led me to tumblr!

@zoeykallus you wrote one of the first spicy clone head cannons i ever came across (pretty sure it was where tbb likes to finish haha) but all your fan fics are amazing!

@ventresses your memes make me scream laugh every time. i dont know how you do it

@alligatorpie1945 i love your tbb au drawings, esp the one where they are on a roadtrip and the car has broken down

@ladykagewaki your art is so heartwarming. i adore your artistic style. ms fangirl is so relatable and the baby batch is too adorable to be allowed.

@isthereanechoinhere96 thanks for not getting annoyed when i tag you in posts you have already reblogged 🤣 i love your lego comics! soo cute!

i know im forgetting people but i love you all! just because our show is ending doesnt mean this fandom will! ❤️

two more hours....

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

A/N: I found a Benny Watts one-shot hidden in my drafts, I had forgotten about. Here it is, please enjoy!

Most likely has grammar errors-

Pairing: Benny Watts x Reader

——————♟️——————

Benny huffs standing up and goes to retrieve his wallet from his coat pocket, before handing me my money. I smiled, cheekily, before plucking the cash out of his hand.

“Thank you, baby.” I stand and peck his lips, but he pulls away abruptly. “Yeah, yeah.”

“All’s fair in love and war, or love and chess. More like..” He rolls his eyes, going over to set the chess pieces back to its original state. And I look at the cash in my hand.

“Hold up, Benny.” I hold the cash up to him. “I won thirty, you gave me twenty.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“That’s wasn’t in the rules.”

“There were no rules to begin with.” I roll my eyes and huff. “Yeah, you won those games fair and square, Congrats.” He congratulated me and placed a kiss to my forehead. “But since you are living under my roof-”

“It’s not a roof, it’s a floor, but continue.”

“I decided to take ten from it, as compensation, if you will.” He explained and I nod my head understandingly. “Right, so if I was to leave, would I be able to have my ten back? Considering I’m not living under your roof at that point.”

He thought about it before grabbing his wallet again, and just my eyes follow him, as he digs out another ten, handing it to me. “Is this your way of telling me, you don’t want me to leave, Benny-boo?” I said, as we both cringed at the nickname.

He sighed, looking at my eyes, before nodding his head slightly. I place and hand on his chest, as I stepped closer, feeling that his heart had picked up speed.

I don’t know, if it was from me, pretending to leave or me putting a hand on his chest. But it genuinely broke my heart seeing a man, who lets nothing get to him. Gets extremely nervous around me, and the fact that I might leave him.

But I must be stupid, drunk or both to leave him. Cause I would never make decision like that sane nor sober.

“Benny?” He refused meet my eye. “You didn’t actually think, I was going to leave you, did you?” I try look into his eyes, but he stared off into a corner of the room.

“Benny..” I started, absolutely devastated and saddened, that he truly thought I would. “Benny, look at me..” It took him some time before he made eye contact with me. By the time he did, you could tell his unshakable and tough demeanor had been torn.

“Benny, I would never, in a million years, leave you.” I said, holding his face in my hands. “You’re just the most amazing and remarkable person, I’ve ever met. You’re sweet, funny, talented..”

He looks away quickly, wiping a tear that had managed to fall. I redirect his face to look at me again. “And incredibly incredibly, handsome. You hearing me?”

“Why would I want to leave and find someone else, when I have the only one I want, right in front of me?”

“You might not see it, but take my word for it, I’m staying here, cause it’s were I belong.” I pat his cheek and leans him down to kiss his forehead, we stand there for a bit, before he collected his barrings, and wiped away any fallen tears.

“Wanna play another round?” He asked, sitting at the table. “Definitely. But before I forget,” I hand him the ten dollar bill, and he looks at me confused.

“It’s for compensation, remember? I wouldn’t want to get kicked out of your house.” I said, as I sat and he rolled his eyes, putting the bill underneath his thigh. “So, what are we playing for now?”

He thinks, before leaning forward with a mischievous grin on his face. “How bout, whomever losses, has to take off an article of clothing. Winners choice.”

“Are you just trying to get me naked, Benny?” He leans back in his chair, hair falling over his right eye. “Only if you agree to the terms and conditions.”

“You’re on, and there’s no way in hell, I’m losing to Benny Watts..”

[theladysherlock]

But that was the problem, because there was one thing that would never change... Deryn was a commoner. She was a thousand times more common than Alek's mother, who'd been born a countess, or even Lilit, an anarchist who spoke six languages and always knew which fork to use. Deryn Sharp was as common as barking dirt, and the only reason that didn't matter to His Serene Highness, Aleksandar of Hohenberg, is that she was also, in his mind, a boy.

The moment she could be anything more than a friend, she would be, and then he'd have to run a mile.

The pope did not write letters to transform orphan daughters of balloonists, or girls in boy's britches, or unrepentant Darwinists, into royalty. She was dead certain of that.

1. GOD. I remember when I read this the first time and "common as barking dirt" just broke my fucking heart. Even someone as amazing as Deryn doesn't feel like enough and that was devastating to twelve year old Lily. Baby you are so special TO ME.

2. I promise not to keep going "we'll see this more in Goliath" every single post but I'm gonna do it this time. So much of Deryn's life is something she has pulled together for herself. Her Dylan persona/identity and the accompanying job as a midshipman are two things she had to work really hard for. The line "she had to fight like mad to stay who she was" from Leviathan comes to mind, as does Goliath's "what if destiny doesn't care?" And unfortunately, being royalty isn't something she can fight her way into. The interconnected royal families of Europe work so so so hard to keep people like her out (often to their detriment... I could make a joke about some other Hapsburgs but I won't.) This class barrier is the first thing that she can't just put in the work to get over and have what she wants. And GOD that must suck. No matter how cool or talented she is, it's never going to be enough for those people.

3. BECAUSE THAT'S THE THING, SHE CAN'T FAKE IT. So much of her success is "fake it till you make it" but she can't fake being royalty! We've had enough instances of her being nervous around displays of wealth to know that she wouldn't hold it together if she tried to pull an Anastasia. Everywhere else she can pretend she belongs, but "what would a princess do" doesn't work when a) being in a damn train car makes her jittery, and b) the thought of being put back in a dress and forced to perform that kind of femininity makes her want to hurl. This is one lie she knows she can't tell.

4. Orphaned daughters of balloonists??? Last time I checked her mom was definitely still alive. Either Deryn's being dramatic (likely) or she got some news we weren't made aware of (unlikely, we'd have a whole thing about that), or Westerfeld just picked the wrong word (almost definitely what happened).

[youunravelme]

congrats on 1k, my sweet!!!! you deserve this and so much more for your amazing talent and kindness🫶🏼

but listen… hear me out… what about a cutie little fic where mat confides in mama bear for the first time about how he feels like a shit dad because he has to leave so often because of work and has missed many little “firsts” that ella has had? maybe he brings up how ella really likes her more than him again, but now he’s not saying it in a light harded joking manner?

DANI. A WOMAN AFTER MY OWN HEART!

there were a few things you'd gathered and learned about mat over the time you'd know him. you knew how he took his coffee (black) or the fact that he has a big sweet tooth (who puts nutella on bagels anyway?).

the obvious things you'd learn was how he was an insanely good hockey player and knew it too.

you, however, weren't expecting the insecurity that was shallowly hidden among the cocky smirks and jokes. the vulnerability he only shared with you after you'd gotten together.

it'd come to a head when ella refused to be held by him on the way to the park, insisting on clinging to you. in the moment, you didn't see the way mat's face fell, the way his jaw clenched before he slapped on an unbothered face. you didn't even notice anything was wrong until ella went to bed and it was just the two of you sitting on the couch.

"does she hate me?" mat asked.

your head immediately turned to focus on him, where you say lines being drawn between his brows. there was a tension in his shoulders you ached to unwind. "what?"

"i mean, i know i joke about her loving you more, but what if that's true. what if my own flesh and blood doesn't love me? and it's my fault really, i'm never home during the season. what if i turn into an absentee dad who can't even remember what she likes or what she's allergic to? what if--"

you climbed into his lap, straddling his legs. on instinct, his hands came up to rest on your hips. from this position, you could see the worry marring his face, you wanted nothing more than to make it dissolve.

"that little girl adores you, mathew barzal. you're all she wants when you're not home."

"but she wants nothing to do with me when i am home."

"i was the same way, according to my mom," you said. "but i loved my dad, i just wanted to love him on my own terms."

mat grunted but let it go.

as much as he could at least.

days passed and he didn't bring it up again, but you were more conscientious of what you and ella did around him. but it didn't matter, ella didn't seem to give two shits that her dad was distraught, but you knew it was because she was two and mat was doing his best to hide his devastation.

it wasn't until a week after the conversation that things changed.

you heard a scream from the other room at what had to be 2am. your heart was pounding in your chest before you recognized the cries as ella's. mat's arm tightened around you before he too realized it was ella probably having a nightmare.

the screaming and crying got louder until the door to your shared bedroom opened. and there stood ella, mat's carbon copy, full on sobbing with her stuffed hippo pulled into her chest. you immediately got out of bed and walked over to her.

"it's okay, ella bean. i'm here, we're here, you're safe."

but as soon as you reached out to touch her, she shrieked and backed away. "no!" she screamed. "daddy! i need daddy!"

mat was out of bed in an instant, scooping his daughter up and shushing her cries into his bare chest. "you're okay, baby," he said. "daddy won't let anything happen to you, i promise." he pressed kisses into the side of her head while he made eye contact with you.

see? you mouthed. she loves you.

[therealslimshakespeare]

idk why but the concept idea of John Brady having a massively stupid crush on one of Ida Brady’s subordinates/girls is hilarious to me

like he’s out here fighting for his life bc his sister is terrifying enough and he’s trying to be all casual “don’t be suspicious, don’t be suspicious” as he’s attempting to be subtle about said crush 😂

Pray for this poor boy, he’s going through it. Don’t mistake him, he was always a rule abiding and rank observing fella, but he’s a man and he’s not blind and some of these girls make him feel like up is down and down is up and he could keep that all shoved away far easier back before he was sharing bunks with them!!! It was easier back when they were beat up -god forgive him- and he could tend to them with soup and needles and not have to fend off flirts and soft eyes. He’s quite glad his sister is alive and well but fuck -did she have to be so near him all the time?? Bucky is sympathetic, he’s out here trying to help his adopted baby bro have some breathing room but the shadow of Ida is long. And Maureen Kendeigh is bored.

Spring, 1944

here, have a blurb 🤭

Candy -as in Kendeigh?

“Candy?” he repeated her nickname.

“Yes, a play on Kendeigh.” Maureen confirmed, patiently waiting for a semblance of understanding to appear behind Captain Brady’s eyes.

“So not like -Candy.”

Maureen held her breath and counted three Mississippi’s before replying in a strained voice, “Only as in Kendeigh sounding like Candy.”

“So it’s got nothin’ to do with Candy.” he asked once more, seemingly in dire need of confirmation one last time.

“Kendeigh.” Maureen enunciated, she’d had about enough and if she didn’t owe him her life she’d be up and off this front step and doing something productive like picking at the wooden walls of their shack or making a mud pie.

“Kendeigh,” he repeated, “nothin’ to with, with-“

“With what?” she dared him, fully intending to actually punch him if he used the wordy Candy once more in that bewildered way.

“-I dunno…pop sickles?”

“Pop sickles?” She repeated loudly, utterly lost, “What the -no! John Egan just played off my name- Kendeigh/Candy! For God’s sake, Johnny, you can’t be this dull you’re a pilot.”

“Ok, ok, sorry.” he had a defensive hunch to his shoulders, “Egan just always sorta…Kendeigh/Candy, ok, ok, got it.”

Maureen stared out ahead at the piddling occupation of the winter camp as an awful thought began to form. “He always what, Captain?” she snapped and the rush of blood to the young man’s cheeks confirmed her track of questioning. “What did John Egan always say about me and popsicles?”

John Brady knew her well enough, knew she knew him well enough, he knew his own face well enough to know his chances of fibbing were zero. He had the gentlemanliness to meet her eyes before reciting with a pained precision that crumpled his whole face, “That you could…eat…them…whole.” he closed his eyes as if in pain before explaining with devastating honesty: “-So, we all thought…Candy.”

Maureen’s mouth folded into a thin line and she knew well enough to divert her piercing glare at the combine right past John Brady’s shoulder and not at the poor defenseless messenger himself.

“I show that sunnuvabitch a party trick once…!” Maureen seethed, “You know I used that talent to help Hambone siphon the gas for you in Idaho, right?”

“You siphoned it for me?” Johnny’s eyes grew wide in touched comprehension of a long expired favor.

Maureen was too preoccupied with rage to appreciate his gratitude. Popsicles. Swallow them whole -Oh!- how she wished that dart had taken Bucky’s eye out. Oh!-how she was going to do more than punch John Egan.

“Sorry, sorry Maureen.” Johnny muttered again, almost more to himself than asking for her absolution as the minutes ticked by and she kept fuming beside him on the step.

Until Maureen could think of a way to make Egan suffer, she could find ways to amuse herself. Camp was boring after all, and it wasn’t every day one got John Brady verbally against the ropes. She smoothed her face a little and turned to him almost pleasantly, not enough to spook, just enough to send a small blanching look of dread across his face.

“What?” he asked after the suspense got to him.

“Oh nothin’.” Maureen smiled, shrugging her shoulders and drawing lines in the dust with the toe of her boot. “Just wondering is all.”

“What?” he demanded more forcefully. “What’s that face for?”

“Just wondering. Wondering what’s your stake in it all -whether I can with a popsicle or not? What’s it to you, John Brady?”

He held her gaze for a disbelieving moment before letting out a little winded scoff, eyes rolling, shaking his head, utterly and merrily defeated. “Nothin’ -nothing at all, I’m just a nosy bastard.”

“Ah, well, that solves that.” She pointed out, taking pains to bump his shoulder companionably with her own, and got the gesture returned so heartily she was almost knocked off the steps if he hadn’t been quick to grab her. “It’s always the quiet ones.” She mused with a cruel glint in her eyes as she surveyed him, secure once again.

“Don’t make me shove you off again.” He warned, and she didn’t doubt he’d do it.

Oddly some part of her wanted him to. Instead she made peace by reaching over and taking his pipe from his mouth and puffing on it herself. He’d grown too used to this to waste breath balking about ladies and pipes and personal property. “So are you going to help me make him pay or are you really that much of a bastard?”

“The Brit’s in B Block call you Nike.” he informed her conversationally, seeming to think a little sermon on vengeance and its merits was opportune when trapped in a dog pen with one’s fellows.

Armed with recent awareness that John Brady had been intrigued by her popsicle throating capabilities, Maureen was having none of it. “Yes and they call you ‘Cunty,’ sweet John.” she informed him levelly before delivering her punchline, “And not a single American defended you.”

Brady processed this with an amiable mouth shrug of admittance before sighing deeply. “So what do you want this cunt to do for you?” He inquired, resigned even before Maureen’s smirk grew in triumph.

“Hmm, it’ll come to us.” she hedged, “For now let’s enjoy the sunset.” and with that they continued sat side by side, staring down the rows of shacks and their muddy lanes and the dismal forest beyond and the slate gray sky overhead and the whole damn place without a touch of color except for the pink in his cheeks.

[freedomfireflies]

July Fic Recs 🤍

Rabbit Rabbit!! I hope June was a beautiful month for you all! Filled with love, relaxation, and really good stories!!

I feel like this is one of the best places to be on the internet because I always meet so many kind, talented, and insanely creative people! The stories I've gotten to disappear into this month are some of my favs so, without further ado...

~ Not Another Time by @be-with-me-so-happily

Summary: Harry is used to things getting crazy on tour. What he wasn't ready for is how much he misses YN during the Latin American leg of his tour. But at the Rio de Janeiro show, he needs to expect the unexpected.

The sequel to Could We Not, and a beautiful depiction of Harry's love and fear for somebody he loves! It felt so realistic, and I could actually feel Harry's stress while I read 😭💞

~ One More by @harry-on-broadway

"It never failed to surprise you just how well you fit in his arms."

This was so cute, I'm actually still crying??? A sweet blurb about the show before the last show. I wished on every star to be able to crawl into this story and live in it. Sadly, it hasn't worked yet.

~ Been There All Along by @lonelycowgirls

Summary: Where Stella goes to Harry’s last night at Madison Square Garden and gets a call that could change everything.

If really Harry isn't somewhat like this...I'm suing. Honestly

~ Zipper by @1d1195

"Harry was a smart guy, but he truly hadn’t a clue as to why he was so mad at the prospect of liking her."

The cutest, the most beautifully written, the sweetest story IN. THE. WORLD. The title alone deserves every award ever, but the connection to the plot??????? I'm still thinking about it

~ Love Don't Cost A Thing by @justmystyles

Such a beautiful concept!! I like conversations and stories like this because they really do feel so real! It helps really immerse you in the every day life of a relationship with him. And the line, "It's an us thing," LIVES IN MY HEAD RENT FREE!!!

~ Mutually Beneficial by @cherryjuiceblues

Summary: Y/N finds life difficult and Harry just wants to make her feel good.

I mean...we all just want a man that wants to make us feel good as much as this one does...AM I WRONG???

~ Guilty by @jarofstyles

Best Friend's Dad!

Everything they write is perfection and this sexy ass age gap story is no different, I am actually still sweating and convulsing I AM A SIMP

~ I Want Forever by @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite

Summary- Harry and Y/N broke up early into Love On Tour. Harry struggled to truly move on, as did Y/N. With tour over, a lost soul shows up at Y/N’s door one night, ready for forever.

Straight perfection, let's be real! A ring, the final show, AND AN ANGSTY, FLUFFY HARRY?? *chefs kiss*

~ Eros (Cupid) Harry by @0nlythrowharrybeaux

Harry is Eros and he is absolutely smitten with a human.

Listen, he absolutely would be this cute and you BEST BELIEVE I'm so down bad for this man...I literally foam at the mouth when I think about it, AND HE'S FUNNY?? Dead on sight

~ Personal by @shawnxstyles

summary: you and harry are best friends who tell each other everything. or so you thought. when harry finds out you’ve barely done anything sexual, he offers to change that. and then things get a little… personal.

Best friend Harry helping you out. Need I say more?? I NEEDN'T

~ Scared by @adorebeaa

You and Harry have your first argument right before his final show in Italy, about his final show in Italy.

THE CUTEST MOST DEVASTATING ADDITION TO THE FINAL SHOW!!! CRIED FOR HOURS

~ Y/N and Harry are expecting a baby, and they’re both very impatient by @tobesolonely

I mean...delicious honestly 😭 Just...wow

~ Sex Therapist by @tsumtsumrry

in which Harry helps you out a bit, and he’s not actually a sex therapist. (but he might as well be)

I am...scarily attracted to this man. And I am okay with that 😭💞

~ Brother's Best Friend by @helladirections

Summary: Harry is YN’s brother’s best friend and YN isn’t a little kid anymore. Featuring Italrry, teasing, and a sea view. 

He is....so hot. I genuinely have no other words to describe it honestly. It's...it's bad over here for me

~ Complicated Freak by @lukesaprince

Summary: Where you’ve been hooking up with your best friend’s dad and decide to tease him with a tiny bikini.

I think about this man once a week at least...okay fine, once a day. oKAY FINE I THINK ABOUT HIM ALL THE TIME and I'm okay with that

And a shout-out to @londonharry for providing us with all the gifs we've been needing to help us through our depression 🫶 You do the Lord's work, thank you!!

I hope you all find some amazing things to discover!! Cannot wait to see you again next month!! 💞

Previous Recs:

~ Fic Rec Number 1

~ Fic Rec Number 2

~ Fic Rec Number 3

[mrs-snape5984]

“You’re so beautiful…”

“Just one look into your eyes, one look and I′m crying, ‘cause you’re so beautiful! Just one kiss and I'm alive, one kiss and I'm ready to die, ‘cause you’re so beautiful!” (“Beautiful” by HIM)

After some days of licking my wounds for getting the “ice cone of shame” onto my blog (I’m still not over this, tumblr, and it doesn’t help, that you’re ignoring my messages!!!), I decided to come back.

This blog is my baby, my comfort zone, my safety blanket. I’m using my blog as my personal journal, a platform to spread awareness about ME/CFS…and yes…also to vent about my life with my disability…grieving my old life.

I can’t say this often enough: Since I’m struggling with this goddamn disease (for 1,5 years now), there is not much left in my life, which gives me joy. I’m clinging to Severus as if I’d be drowning without him…like I’ve done it for 21 years, when times were getting rough.

But now, I’ve found something, that soothes my heart…something, that helps me coping with my pain…at least mentally. Do you want to know, what I’ve found? I found YOU… all you incredibly talented and kind artists of our wonderful Snape fandom!! My blog shall be my way of rolling out the red carpet for all of you, whose art is helping me to ease my troubled mind and heart.

Being tagged as explicit and inappropriate (yeah…sure, tumblr! 🙄) , made me feel so guilty towards all those lovely artists, which I wanted to honour by commissioning their art! But my beloved friend @vulnus-sanare encouraged me to keep on writing…keep on sharing my thoughts and these beautiful artwork, I’m commissioning. You know, I love you, my friend and I’m endlessly grateful for your support! 🖤🫂 (fly fly)

And of course, I want to thank all of you, who supported me as well by reblogging @vulnus-sanare ‘s post or by sending messages to tumblr! Let’s hope, that they will realise their mistake!

The art, I got tagged and transfigured into an ice cone for, was something very special, I requested from the brilliant @turpinsimp-blog, who helped me to find my inner curvy goddess again. That’s the reason, why I was so devastated, that my blog got flagged for these cropped and censored drawings. Their meaning is so personal to me! Fleur, you did a marvellous job with these pieces of art…and believe me, I’ll find a way to express my feelings with the help of your drawings! So, stay tuned, my dear!

Until then I’ll post this delightful artwork of yours, @turpinsimp-blog! This gift was a very heartwarming surprise, my precious friend. 🖤🥹 Thank you for each kind message, for each laughter with you and - of course - for your outstanding art!

🖤 Severus & Julia 🖤

[welcome-to-roomba-fazbender]

HAPPY 5TH ANNIVERSERY TO

CHARLIE THE CURSED PHONE GUY

MAY HE STAY WITH US FOR ANOTHER FIVE AND BEYOND!

and now a special message from the man himself.

"Well, Well, Well... look how far we've come huh? Genuinely, honest... And Truly."

"Five years ago I was made and cursed the world of tumblr with my presence, time sure does fly! I've lost a few friends, but gained plenty more in return!"

"I wouldn't even be here today without them, now granted I'm not gonna name EVERYONE! But I am gonna name a select few and tell you how they've impacted me... AHEM..."

"First and foremost the man the myth and the legend the one who is the reason behind everything, the man where if he didn't exist I wouldn't exist!"

"Henr- ... we all know I don't mean him we're talking about real people."

"If your name isn't listed, it isn't because the mod dosen't care but it's because he's a dumbass and these are the ones that came up at the top of his head when writing this post, totally not a forth wall break."

@directdogman

"The Creator of the DSAF/Dayshift At Freddy's Series Direct Doggo himself, sure okay I was a late edition to the fandom.

but it is fully thanks to DSAF 3 and him that I even exist, what can I say about doggo other then what has been said before one thousand times? He is a man of many skills and many talents."

"He is creative, smart and genuinely an inspiration to everyone in the community of both DSAF and Dialtown... no matter how much time has passed, I will personally continue to respect the man I owe everything to him. So thank you doggo genuinely for your support and your amazing games."

@cook-ie-chip

"One of my oldest friends in the community, I've known you since almost the start! we have alot of memories together, some laughs, some cries! you also created my blue prints

(though in lore they were written by henry and will) let's look past that! You remind me of how things used to be a long time ago, and I'm glad to still know you even now."

"and with any hope I'll curse you for many years more."

@lazy-charlie / @chuck-the-fanboy

"I remember how we met, you found me and we both realized we had the same name, and so I decided to charge you extra for like a pizza party lmao."

"But ever since that day we have only grown closer and closer... to the point your apart of the roomba fazbender family [no you will get no discounts] ..."

"You've done so much for me over the years though, you helped create the Roomba's we have here today, you drew some of our lovely walrus friends!"

"AND ... ough... Okay Okay I'll be honest you made Chuck The Fanboy originally a joke just to tease me with, but over the years he's grown on me... DO NOT LET HIM HEAR ME SAY THIS, but he's like a lil bro... and if anything happened to him I'd be devastated."

@clownsuu / @not-robert

"... well well well if it isn't the shadow in black and the big buff zombie, what can I say about both of you?"

"Hmm... Clownsuu here teases me, has DRAWN ME MPREG, HAS DRAWN ME EMO, IS THE REASON WHY THE EVIL VERSION OF ME EXISTS!..."

"and yet life wouldn't be the same with out him, jack is... an anomaly someone I met because someone thought he was stealing me! HA no one can steal this perfect face~"

"Gotta say though, all jokes aside... life just wouldn't be the same without him, alot more boring you know? I must admit he is someone I will never forget, you've also drawn photos of a few of my walrus I still have hung up in my office, I appreciate you for absolutely everything you've done."

"And don't get me started on Robert that big buff baby, I've put him in just about every costume under the sun, and yet he still puts up with me and stays still no idea why. But it's because of him my restaurant has expanded so much, from a bowling alley, a karaoke bar and dumpsters full of meat."

"Don't tell Robert this he'd likely call me an idiot, but guy's one of my best friends genuinely thankfully he's immortal so I'll never worry about losing him but ... the thought still scares me."

"Never change Robert."

@weirdozjunkary

"You turned me into a furry... I got nothin else to say I just had to point that out."

"..."

"..."

"Okay, fine you did alot more then that, you introduced me to bedlam someone who can FINALLY truly be a sponge to my cursed and chaotic behavior, honestly I'd hope so considering he's the god of chaos."

"I only met him recently but I'd fuken fight his version of god for him ... seriously don't tempt me I will kick that old man's ass."

"I'm glad to have bedlam in my life and hope I know him for many years more."

@an-artist-place-for-extra-art

"you simp for the evil version of me I..."

"I have no words for you..."

"I just question... why?"

"though honestly? never change, I care for you just the way you are, your amazing."

"Alright, Alright enough of the mushy stuff and forth wall breaks it's messing with my circuits and servo's ahem..."

"The most important thing about this day is one..."

"I'm so fucking cool"

"two"

"I AM NEVER GOING ANYWHERE HATERS, FIVE MORE YEARS AND BEYOND OF ME!!!"

"and three... and most important lore wise"

"HAPPY 50TH ANNIVERSERY TO ROOMBA FUCKING FAZBENDERS!"

"50 YEARS THIS PLACE HAS BEEN OPEN WITHOUT ANY DEATHS JUST A FEW INJURIES AND I'LL TAKE THAT WITH STRIDE!"

"AS THE ULTIMATE FUCK YOU TO FREDBEAR'S AND FAZBENDER ENTERTAINMENT!"

"THE GUY WHO IS A LITERAL ELDRITCH HORROR AND EATS SHOES WITH HIS BOOTLEG RESTURANT LASTED LONGER THEN ALL OF YOU SUCK IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!"

"... thank you... genuinely out of pocket with full seriousness..."

"thank you everyone for sticking around none of this would be possible without you, and I HONEST AND TRUELY can't wait for another five amazing years."

Moderator Monnie: And happy anniversary to everyone from me to all of you!

Have a fantastic day! and thank ya'll for reading!

[likeathunderoverflow]

Songs I would give my left kidney for Ateez to cover:

(and let me know if you like the picks or if you have a different suggestions, my delulu ass can handle it lol)

As a group? I seriously debated between the classic boy bands but they do so many ballads that I decided to lean more into a song that could be performed. So I chose It's Gonna Be Me by N*SYNC. In case you haven't seen the original performance, PLEASE watch it and then tell me Ateez wouldn't slay the puppet strings.

If Jongho sang Gravity by Sara Bareilles I would immediately evaporate. He would do it such justice and those light airy notes? UGHHHHHHHHHHH. But also, I would listen to Jongho sing the instructions to IKEA furniture so I'm not sure I'm the best judge.

Mingi, in the vein of being an emo kid, should definitely cover Teenagers by My Chemical Romance. He'd get to fix off and scream to his hearts content. Can you imagine the eyeliner? The tight black skinny jeans? I'm already sweating.

Ok hear me out, Wooyoung would absolutely kill He Loves You Not by Dream. The choreo? The cheeky little smirk? Absolutely finishing by dragging San on stage to rub it in our faces? Nailed it. Bonus if he gets all the guys to be back up dancers and flirts with each of them throughout the song.

Hongjoong is like the King of Covers at this point but picture this: Bad Reputation by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts. Eighties punk rocker look, bringing back the mullet which I love, LEATHER PANTS. Just light me on fire now.

When it comes to San, he just has such a musical theater voice to me, in the best way possible. Which is why I would jump off a building to hear him sing Once Upon a December from Anastasia. YOU KNOW it would slap and I would be a sobbing in a puddle of my own tears. I can almost hear it.

Yunho deserves a heartbreaking love song. He's always listening to these songs like Man Who Can't Be Moved that are about lost love or trying to reconnect. His vocals demand something that can show his range of emotional talent which is why I picked The Night We Met by Lord Huron. I would be devastated but grateful.

Seonghwa is girly pop incarnate. He would absolutely slay a Britney or Christina song, HOWEVER -- I wanted to go a little more modern, maybe a little more edgy. Which is why Hot To Go by Chappell Roan was my pick. Preferably him with the pink hair and sparkly high heels.

And finally, sweet baby Yeosang. He was the hardest not only because of his lower register but also because I thought a lot about his music taste and what he might like to sing. And then I remembered that Would You Go With Me by Josh Turner exists and all I could think about were those low notes.

Thanks for reading!

[kookoomyboy]

⊂❀⊃ pairing : jungkook x oc

⊂❀⊃ genre : ex!jk, angst, oc and jk pov included

⊂❀⊃ wc: 1532

⊂❀⊃ summary : drabble | seeing him sing at the café bar ; ex boyfriend

⊂❀⊃ a/n : mature ends to relationships always hurt the most

< jjk titles,,> ♡ kookoomyboy ®

jungkook pov :

Nothing has been the same after I broke up with Y/N. We were high-school sweethearts, and carried on the relationship to university, and there. After years of being together, suddenly the feeling of not having that familiar feeling of love lingering around me, it was low-key devastating. I'll be honest here, even though people consider me as that one popular face of the campus kind of guy, with this usual cold demeanor? But Y/N saw me differently. She drew those stars around my scars, constantly reminding me I was her number one, no matter what. I sighed. These thoughts bugging me isn’t going to help me get over my first love. You know, no matter what I think our first love will be that little shining star in some corner of the heart, even if we settle with someone else. It will be that one feeling that builds us all over again.

We didn’t end up as friends. I really wanted it to be that way where even after a breakup, we remain friends. But I guess the world works in a way opposite to what we want. I proceed through the road covered in cherry blossoms, looking all pretty above me, but the feeling of a dull cloud hovering over me never left. Adding to everything, a polaroid slipped out of my pockets and onto the ground, immediately joined by a baby pink hued blossom.

It was where me and Y/N were glued to each other, her gaze on the flowers in front of us with the signature facial scrunch of hers, but my eyes never left that cute visage, I still remember, that was when she confessed to me.

My stroll continued, it was the time after classes, so I decided to leave for the cafe bar nearby. My beloved brother Seokjin’s cafe bar was my getaway, and he somehow knew how to make my lips curve into a smile. He knew about what I was going through at the moment, and set up a karaoke just for me, because I loved to sing. Never considered it as a talent, but a way to cope.

The cute alpaca figure placed near the door made me smile for a moment as I swung open the door. I knew Jin hyung did everything in his power to help me regain my old self back. But I’d never be my best version until I get to see Y/N.

I walk towards the bar stool and see Jin smiling and attending to his customers until he spotted me.

“Jungkook you’re here !!” He squealed and I just took a seat in front of the long bar table.

“Jin hyung, could you get me some wine please?” He didn’t seem happy at my request, sighed, and leaned forward to speak to me, eye-to-eye.

“Jungkook-ah, please don’t do this to yourself.” Those are the only words that left his mouth, but I couldn’t help it.

Ours was pure young love, you know, teenagers who draw each other paper hearts, hold hands wherever they go, and promise forever? We had a difference. I could feel myself when I was with Y/N, and sure as hell knew that it was way far from puppy love. We acted so initially, but changed eventually. Then this time came when nothing seemed right to the both of us, and we broke apart. The paradise we built came down crashing at my feet. We lacked communication and understanding when it came to our busy schedules. None of us were to be blamed here, because that’s how things work.

And again for the umpteenth time, I drowned myself in thoughts and wine.

your pov :

“Hi Jin.” Never in my life I thought I’d come back here, this place was filled with our memories. Mine and Jungkook’s. But there, I was now here at the small backyard of Jin’s cafe bar, where we used to spend a lot of time, upon his request. Jin looked quite serious, and he wanted to talk. I presumed that it was something related to me and Jungkook.

“Y/N, you’re here. I wanted to talk for a long time, but I guess, I have no choice other than to tell you this right now. Please, just once go see Jungkook. He’s slipping into sadness day by day and I can’t see my boy like this. It’s just my humble request-”

Before Jin completed his words, I heard a voice echoing from inside the cafe bar, and my eyes shot open, hearing his voice after years. Those times when he would come up into my room with a guitar hanging around his figure and we sing all night, I was reminded of everything in our relationship. I never thought he’d be in sorrow after we ended things, because apparently I thought he was tired of everything. The distance between us did the damage, and I think I could never fix it again and bring him back into my life. I wasted no time and rushed inside, swinging the door open and there he sat, a glass of wine near him and this old vintage guitar of Jin’s that I still vividly remember, when Jungkook got scolded for bringing it when he came to sing for me at 1 am.

“Remember the way you made me feel

Such young love but

Something in me knew that it was real

Frozen in my head

Pictures I'm living through for now

Trying to remember all the good times

Our life was cutting through so loud

Memories are playing in my dull mind

I hate this part, paper hearts

And I'll hold a piece of yours

Don't think I would just forget about it

Hoping that you won't forget about it”

And we made eye-contact, my heart leapt out of the leash of emotions and I wanted to hug him then and there.

jungkook pov:

My voice was just wandering through the lyrics of the song I chose to sing for my beloved young lady. And I stopped for a moment, to take a relishing sip of wine, but everything halted as I saw Y/N, standing near the door of the backyard, looking at me with the same eyes that once was my everything. But I broke eye contact and slowly realized something. I don’t feel all those things that Y/N’s presence always made me feel . Not even the way my heart jumped out everytime my eyes met hers. I felt it all just a moment ago, but when I actually see her now, I seem to have lost those emotions. I felt like I was going crazy. I kept the mic away and saw her walking towards me, hands stretched apart and her body collided with mine, in a warm greeting hug. I feel she’s trying her best to make me feel comfortable after such a long time of staying apart.

“Hi Jungkook.” She greeted me and in my peripheral vision, I saw Jin hyung smiling at our small reunion, before going back to assisting his other customers.

“Hi.. Y/N.” My voice came out muffled as I tried to hold back the tears threatening to let go.

And there, we don’t talk to each other yet, as the night sets in. Just the two souls standing up on a terrace staring at the sky as if we’ve never seen it before.

I slowly made up my mind and gazed at her, that same face I missed almost everyday. But I guess it was just the conflict of feelings in me that made me mull over everything. But now I realized something, something that gave the answers to all my questions.

She was the right person for me, but we met at the wrong time. And that’s why all of a sudden, I don’t feel anything for her after we met.

“Uh, I guess we’ve spent a great deal of time over here. Lovely to be meeting you again, honestly never thought we could see each other ever again… And, I’m sorry.” She apologized, but I felt lowkey relieved. Finally, we were on the right terms, we understood each other without speaking a single word, and there we’re now making up with each other.

“Yeah, Y/N, you don’t have to apologize. We were meant to be but I guess…-”

“We met at the wrong time.” We both nodded in understanding, with a genuine smile on both of our faces.

“I’m glad Jungkook. I’m glad that I had you in my life at one phase, and it’s a time that I’ll cherish forever. Thank you.”

And we hugged, all in understanding and I could feel our hearts were finally at peace. Hers and mine. We might or might not meet again but, we’ll have that one little spark of first love that mended us into better people. And I love her for that.

your pov:

I’ll always have him in my heart, as a phase unforgettable, and I love him for what he gave me, taught me, and molded me into.