#oh misty misty misty there is something so horribly terrible and pathetic about you but i can't leave you alone

[seoafin]

YESYESYESYES MOTHERCAIN OMG I REALLLLY LIKE PTOLOMEA CRUSH TWO CHILDREN IN A MOTEL INBRED HARD TIMES A PORTRAIT OF MY LOVE ON HER KNEES AND SEAROWS I LISTENED TO HOUSE SONG AND ITS ALSO AMAZING MONET NGO IS THE GUY ID BEEN LOOKING FOR ALL MY LIFE 😭😭 first of all, his aesthetic is 🔥🔥🔥🔥 and i can really see how him being a teacher also infuenced his music like its so. AHHH its very nostalgic?? it reminds me vaguely of womg kar wai x christopher doyle style 😊 i am really curious tho, how do u discover all this music???? hardcore trial and error or just recs? either way im glad

yellowjackets s2 started off on such a strong note ohmygod 😈😈😈😈 !!! MISTY APOLOGIST HOW DARE YOU 💀 ok maybe i am.......😔 i love her character shes my favorite but. she activates my fight or flight response everytime she comes on screen 💀 yeah! but thats probably because of her people pleasing to the extreme personality. its so real of her i will be a misty warrior till the end (un)fortunately

OH YOU SHOULD TOTALLY WATCH SWARM ITS REALLY GOOD OMGHGFYDT

PTOLOMEA AND A MISTY APOLOGIST I KNEW WE'D GET ALONG WELL!!! TASTE!!!!! i know ppl mainly know mothercain from preacher's daughter which is an amazing phenomenal conceptual album but her unreleased music on soundcloud and her other songs are also soooooo good. also im glad you liked searows!!!! they're also a favorite of ethel cain's too <3333 and monet ngo my love...deserves so much more listeners on spotify his stuff is great. lonestar is MY tunnel song.

the way i discover music is that i basically just look up pretty much anything that catches my ear LMAO whether that's on tiktok a song in a store etc. i also like to go on singers' spotify pages and read their bios bc some of them list insp and also spotify gives you a bunch of other recommended singers at the bottom of the page. spotify also curates a 'discover weekly' playlist for you every week and i've found so many amazing songs that way!

also i love misty. 'she activates my fight or flight response everytime she comes on screen' yeahhhhhhhhh 😭😭😭😭 yes she's a crazy loser bird lady yes she was psychosexually obsessed with her gay teacher yes nobody likes her but I will Support her!!!!!

[liloelsagranger]

Night shift - finally a new Rocketshipping-fanfiction

My dear friends,

it’s been a while since I last posted an entry. Let me tell you why and what, besides Covid-19, made me pause from publishing fanfictions over the last couple of months. Of course, Switzerland was very affected by the pandemic and still is today. We had numerous lock-downs or as Swiss people call it “slow downs”. My mother got very sick last year, I almost lost her. The doctors said she would only live two or three more days, but my mom is a fighter. She had to stay at the hospital for months, she endured countless medical examinations, had to take meds and slowly learned to live again. I’m so proud of my mother that she was strong and determined to get better. When she turned back home, I started to take care of her and I hate to leave her on her own, even if we’re talking about half an hour or less. Right now, she’s doing quite good, actually, we’re on vacation and she makes a great effort to participate in life in Italy. She’s my role-model! She will never be the same as before, but she won’t give up, she wakes up every morning to make progress. I prayed for her and her well-being, I prayed every single night she might get another chance and now we’re here at the beach and dining in fancy restaurants. It’s been a horrible year for everyone, a year full of sorrow, tears and desperation, a year where I was constantly afraid, the hospital would call me with some bad news, but she did it! She survived and she fights for her life! So proud! Good news is: I passed my doctoral exams and I’m officially allowed to call myself Dr. phil. des. Melanie C. but that won’t ever stop me from loving Team Rocket so here it is - a brand new Rocketshipping-fanfiction for you guys. LOVE YOU! Night shift

Chapter 1:

It was past ten o’clock when that miserable looking guy entered the diner. He inconspicuously sat down in the farthest corner of the café and immediately hid his face behind the menu card. Nevertheless, Jessie the waitress could make out the pathetic expression on his face, how he was cowering like a whipped dog. She had seen quite a bit in this diner. Drunks, thugs, addicts and other needy people who asked for a sympathetic ear, compassion and understanding, but that guy was different. He suffered terribly, but did not dare to communicate, instead he hid from the world so as not to attract attention and quietly endure his fate. Jessie had to do something about it. Of course, she didn’t want to play the Good Samaritan. She knew the tricks of the men who entered this diner. Most of the time, they told the waitress tall tales, hoping to be comforted, whatever they meant by that. But this young man did not make a shady impressionHe was well dressed, looked well-groomed, and Jessie was especially struck by his bright emerald green eyes, the only thing in his face that had not yet been veiled by grief and sorrow. She decided to do something about his displeasure.

“Did you have a rough day?” she asked while disinfecting the table.

He looked briefly into her eyes and nodded. “That’s one way to put it,” he answered, the gaze immediately lowered again.

This would be a taciturn conversation, but Jessie didn’t give up easily, she was a natural at making even rocks talk.

“Listen! No matter what happened, I’ve seen or heard some things. If I can help you in any way, my name is Jessie and I’m in charge of this table today. Let me just get the gum out from under your seat and get you a cold drink. What would you like?” She pulled a spatula from her apron and rubbed away the remains of the spoiled brats that marred her diner.

‘Wow,’ the young man thought to himself. ‘A strong, self-confident woman who lends a hand herself and who’s not above cleaning up dirt.’ Their eyes met briefly, and he forced a wry smile.

“You know, kid. You can’t rely on anyone. If you want to get everything done, do it yourself and don’t trust anyone. This world doesn’t give you anything for granted!” She briefly wiped the back of his chair before disappearing behind the counter and pouring the young man an ice-cold Coke.

“I have rarely seen you so concerned about a customer. Normally you show yourself aloof and only take the order, so as not to get involved in embarrassing conversations. Must be a really great pike, this pathetic creature in the far corner. Could it be that you’ve got a tiny crush on this guy?” For Eddy, teasing his best friend was the greatest pleasure. He didn’t know her like that. Jessie usually resisted any kind of small talk. This was due to her dark past, when she had repeatedly fallen for advances from men who were never looking for a steady relationship, but for a quick fix. Eddy had witnessed this bad time of his friend, how her heart was broken, how she was badly played with, and how she was simply dropped like a hot potato. Jack was the worst example of them all. While Jessie was already hearing the wedding bells ringing, he was making love to the women of the Strip and deceiving Jessie night after night with other broads. Jessie was devastated when she found out Jack was cheating on her. She was furious, not even at her lying boyfriend, but at herself for having been so stupid as to trust a man.

Jessie gave Eddy a light pat on the head. “Don’t be silly! That time is over. I can take care of myself, I don’t need male support for that. I’m a big girl, I make my own dough, and I keep my head above water pretty well. No, not a chance, I’ve sworn off flirting.” Nevertheless, she caught herself as her gaze wandered to the young man in the corner. “Oh yes, this time is definitely over,” Eddy smirked.

“Jessie, could you bring us a side of fries, please?” Misty’s order echoed throughout the hall. The twenty-year old waved her hands. She was used to speaking loudly, almost shouting, to attract guests to her daily water Pokémon show. Sometimes she walked up and down the streets of the Strip all day in the blazing hot sun, trying to win people for her underwater attraction. As an excellent student, she could have taught at any college, but she had decided early on to get into show business and make her living doing what she really loved, joined by Dewgong and Starmie. Her parents had not agreed with this decision at all, it was wasted talent, they had claimed, and had summarily turned Misty out the door. Since then, she had been struggling through life on her own, but could always count on Jess, the diner and her two best friends, Ash and Brock, young people who were also not favoured by fate.

“Temper your voice, twerp!” Jessie couldn’t help but grin. She spread the ketchup bottles around the table, hoping Ash wouldn’t spill on himself and the diner again. His constant companion Pikachu immediately hopped on his shoulder, grabbed a fry and popped it in his mouth. Ash and his Pokémon were carnies. He had trained his friend well and attracted many spectators with his performance. Most of them felt sorry for the guy and tipped generously. That’s why Ash was able to invite his friends to the diner every night, a place that gave them hope where they could experience security. They were convinced that nothing would ever disturb this idyll and that fate, for better or worse, had taken its course.

“Who’s that guy over there?” Brock wanted to know. He had barely sold chocolate and roses tonight. The others held back, but they were certain that their friend was just too pushy with women and that’s why he only collected rejections instead of green bills.

“I’ve never seen him here before. Must be from another area. I can’t tell you for the life of me why he’s wearing a suit at theses temperatures, he looks pretty pathetic to me anyways,” Jessie replied.

“Maybe his car has stalled,” Ash suggested, “and now he was forced to wander through the desert until the tasty aromas from your diner brought him back from his delirium.”

“Or,” Brock interfered, “he had to flee his own wedding because his wife is a real pain in the ass, unlike our sweet Misty,” Brock oohed at his friend. “Forget it, Brock! You and me, this will never happen!” She gave him a gentle poke.

“Enough now with your naïve speculations! Just let him enjoy his drink. We’re closing soon, so get going,” Jessie dismissed their absurd ideas with a wave of her hand, but at this point no one knew how right Brock was.

Dark thoughts hunted the young man. He knew what he would face at home if he was late. Beatings, torture, rebuke, harassment, were just a few words to describe his failed relationship. Unconsciously, he stroked his scarred arms.

“Can I get you something to eat?” Jessie pulled him out of the maelstrom of bad thoughts, of course she had noticed the wounds, but maybe he had gotten those injuries at work. The young man rummaged some coins out of his pants and let them jingle on the table. “Is that enough for a cheese sandwich?” Jessie hated small change, but she would make an exception for him. A friendly smile, a quick nod, and she passed on the order.

“Something’s wrong with this guy,” she whispered to Eddy. “He’s scarred, bruised and pays with penny coins. Possibly a vagrant.” Eddy couldn’t help but grin. “That guy’s been keeping you busy all night, Jess. What’s the matter with you? Are you getting weak?”

The young man could not overhear the conversation between the waiters, but he was sure they were talking about him. He sure made a rather frightening impression, but that was a private matter and not something you shared with a waitress in a diner.

His gaze drifted to the daily paper, which had two faces emblazoned on it: Butch and Cassidy. He had never heard of this odd couple, but according to the news, theses two were causing quite a stir and were terrifying the Strip.

“Oh, so you’ve already spotted them, those two knuckleheads! They keep the Strip in suspense, and heads roll when the taxes don’t add up,” Jessie served him the cheese sandwich and gave him a slight smile.

“Can I get you anything else?” He thanked her and took a hearty bite of his dinner.

The last half hour flew by and the remaining guests left the diner to spend the night on the Strip, as very few had a roof over their heads. Jessie set about cleaning up and Eddy checked the register.

The young man stood up and made his way towards the door. But before he left the diner, he glanced back at Jessie for a moment. A sigh escaped him. What if…?

Jessie returned his gaze and watched him go until the young man disappeared. She walked right up to his table and found a little note on the receipt.

“Thanks for treating me like a human being, James.” 

[takamishinko]

flying with you.

a takami keigo x gn!reader comfort

warnings: crying, slight angst, cursing if u squint

You and Keigo have been together for some time now.

When he initially asked you out, you weren't sure why he chose you out of all the people at his agency. Honestly, you believed that you were just average, you weren’t a stunner but you weren’t exactly unattractive either, you were painfully average. On the other hand, Keigo was divine. With his looks and personality, he could easily sway anyone he wanted. His golden sunset eyes and million dollar smile, his defined jaw, his perfectly sculpted nose, god everything about him was perfect in your eyes. So when he asked you to be his partner you were beyond ecstatic and agreed quicker than the speed of light.

In spite of your greatest fantasy coming true, you found it hard to believe that Keigo was actually in love with you like you were with him. In the end, your insecurities won and drowned you into an ocean of doubt and insecurities. Your thoughts tore you apart. The oh so average you with the oh so perfect Keigo had the same effect as a poorly scribbled stickman next to the Mona Lisa.

Sure you guys lived together, ate at the same dinner table and slept together but what if it was all an act? Some sort of sick joke he pulled on you just to see you break apart then eventually leave you, all alone, by yourself. What if you were just some toy he wanted to keep around for some sort of fucked up pleasure?

The thoughts of him abandoning you would not stop flooding into your mind, it also did not help the fact that he wasn't home at the moment. It was late and you couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing. Your brain told you that ‘obviously he’s probably being held back for some sort of hero work in the agency’ but your heart couldn’t help but doubt this. 

You felt awful for being skeptical of your boyfriend.

As rain splattered on the window next to the bed that you two shared, you felt your eyes getting misty.

‘God. Am I really going to cry over this?’ You cursed you and your overthinking self.

The tears started dripping down your face uncontrollably and you let out a sob. You shoved your face into your blanket and wrapped yourself in it. You pretended it was Keigo’s big strong wings protecting you from everything terrible in the world.

It wasn't long into your breakdown that you heard your door open. Who else could it have been? Of course it was your boyfriend, Takami Keigo.

“Babe I'm home. Sheesh the rain outside was horrible, it got my feathers all wet. Thank God you weren't out there- babe?" You hear Keigo’s voice ring out from the entrance.

You silently panicked. You didn’t want him to see you vulnerable and pathetic. You couldn’t let him see you like this. You forcefully stopped your tears and sniffed your nose.

 "H-Hey Keigo! W-welcome back." You cringed when you stuttered and heard your voice crack. Keigo heard the tone in your voice and immediately knew something was wrong. 

He sped to the bedroom with haste to check on you to find you covered in a blanket.

 "Woah, woah Y/n, what's wrong? Are you hurt anywhere? What happened?!" He spoke in a worried voice.

"Nothing nothing! I'm alright Keigo I really am. I promise..." You squeaked out, hands gripping the blanket with hopes that it would swallow you whole.

"No, that doesn't look like an alright baby bird to me." He replied while moving closer to you. You felt him sink on the bed, drenching the bed with his still wet uniform. 

"Please, tell me what's wrong. I promise I’ll stay and listen to anything." He cooed out.

You started to break when you realized your flimsy facade wouldn’t be fooling Keigo anytime soon. The tears you fought to hold back started falling again. You started to spill your insecurities to him.

"I'm just- I’m just scared about not being good enough for you,” You started in a hushed voice “the fact that you chose me over so many other people almost seemed fake..as if this was a joke and you've been toying with me." You managed to finish through the tears.

Keigo stayed silent for a bit until you felt his hands lifting your head up, he leaned in and placed his plump lips onto yours. His eyes were closed so you decided to close yours as well, giving into the passionate kiss your boyfriend was giving you. 

"God. Y/n please don't ever doubt yourself and how precious you are to me ok? I promise I’ll love you ‘till the day after forever. There's nothing in this world that I would give you up for.” He comforted in a soft voice as he wiped up your tears. 

You were left speechless and all you could think to do was lean into his sturdy yet comfortable arms. ‘He’s so warm’ you think to yourself with heavy eyelids. After resting in silence for a few minutes you gave your boyfriend a kiss on the cheek to show him your appreciation. Soon enough, you lose yourself in the quiet and relaxed environment and fall into a deep slumber.

"You have me wrapped around your pretty little fingers cutie." Keigo chuckled as you squirmed after he poked you on the cheek. After a while of staring at you lovingly, he slowly laid you onto the bed and walked to the bathroom to clean himself up. He joined you on the bed after. 

tysm @kamihara for beta reading and editing my work it really made this raise to a whole new level

 "Good night baby bird." Keigo muttered out as he shut off the lamp on the bedside and wrapped you into his arms.

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