#painted hood with gray band

[samconcepcion]

Indianapolis Kitchen Dining An illustration of a sizable transitional eat-in kitchen with a farmhouse sink, recessed-panel cabinets, white cabinets, quartz countertops, white backsplash, subway tile backsplash, paneled appliances, an island, and white countertops can be found in the image below.

[jasperthehatchet]

More plastic bottle cap buttons :)

There are more but these are just the ones Im the most proud of. More details in the image ID

[Image ID: 3 images taken of the buttons on a gray background. There are 5 buttons, 2 larger ones made of recycled milk gallon caps and 3 smaller recycled water bottle caps. I'll start with the two larger ones: the first one has the genderqueer pride flag painted on it. It has 3 horizontal stripes, purple, white and green from the top down. On the purple and green stripes, there are spirals painted on top of the stripes in a slightly lighter shade of purple and green respectively, and the same pattern on the middle white stripe painted in light gray. The second button is a leafy green with slightly lighter green vines painted on the sides, and the phrase "robin hood was right" painted in the middle in metallic silver paint.

The three smaller buttons: the first one is painted silver with a wash of watered down black paint over it to make the texture look like old metal. It says "I ❤️ AUTISM" I black letters with the heart painted red and little white lines coming from the sides of the heart. The second pin is a black band pin that said "bikini kill" in white cursive letters, with small lavender colored flowers sprinkled across the empty black space. The third one is a black pin with a metallic silver counter-clockwise spiral painted on it. All five pins have a glossy finish because I sealed them with mod podge.

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[sorrowsofsilence]

Burning Out • III

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Fem!Reader

I was lost, but now I'm found Under the lights and in the sounds So let us sing and sing it loud That we're not perfect, but we're proud of who we are.

Noah Sebastian is lost. His crime-filled lifestyle is anything but perfect; but everything changes once he meets you.

Words: 5.4k

General fanfic Warnings: 18+, explicit language, smut, alcohol, drugs, violence, mentions murder/suicide, panic attacks/anxiety, nightmares

Authors note: Chapter Three - One of Us is Broken Glass (EDITED 09-03-24)

new? start from chapter one here

THIS IS A FANFICTION USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THESE PEOPLE WOULD DO THE THINGS IN THE STORY OR ACT THE WAY THEY DO IN THE STORY, IN REAL LIFE! IT IS SIMPLY FICTION, AND JUST FOR FUN! THINK OF THEM AS ACTORS LOL.

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“What the fuck are you doing?” I whispered-yelled, furrowing my brows at him in distaste.

“Kiss me,” he pleaded, kneeling in front of me again with an expression filled with fear and distress.

“Excuse me?” I now yelled a bit too loudly as the door below us rattled once more.

“LAPD! Open up!”

“I need you to kiss me, please,” Noah's intense gaze locked onto mine as he begged, “Just this once Y/N.”

I hesitated for a moment but ultimately gave in to Noah's desperate request. His hands gripped the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair as he pulled me towards him. With complete desperation, Noah kissed me intensely.

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NOAH

My earbuds blasted music as I strolled along the sidewalk, glancing at the houses Y/N and I had passed by earlier. A few of them still had lights on despite the late hour, so I kept walking until I reached a cul de sac lined with townhouses. Putting on a ski mask and pulling up the hood of my sweatshirt, I adjusted my backpack straps and began scoping out each house, searching for a potential target. My eyes eventually landed on one with a dimly lit living room and the sound of a cat meowing at the door. Normally, I would avoid houses with lights on, but something about this one drew me in. Was it the cat? I've always been a sucker for felines.

As I approached the front door, I scanned for any security cameras while listening to the cat's cries from inside. When I confirmed that no one was home, and it was just the cat waiting for its owner, I knew I hit the jackpot.

Sighing to myself, I accepted that this was the house I had chosen for tonight's target. Maybe I could take a few minutes to pet the cat before the guilt sets in. Unzipping my backpack, I retrieved my metal tools and got to work on picking the lock. With my phone in hand, I timed myself to see how quickly I could do it; it was the only way to make this mundane task somewhat enjoyable.

Using a tension wrench and pick, I twisted and turned, feeling for the springs and listening for the pins to drop into place. It took some trial and error, but after twenty-eight seconds, the lock clicked open and I stepped inside.

The cat greeted me immediately with loud purring and winding itself between my legs. Kneeling down, I scratched behind its ears as I flipped through its collar with my covered fingers. The cat was large, with an orange-gray coat and white markings that swirled around its

As I stroked the orange cat, I couldn't help but smile at the name - Juice. The cat purred loudly, enjoying the attention. I stood up, knowing I had to get to work quickly. Grabbing my flashlight from my bag, I made my way into the living room. As I went to turn off the lamp to avoid drawing attention, my eyes wandered over the walls adorned with various band posters against the light green paint. My gaze stopped on the sleep token poster above the couch, bringing memories of Y/N's smiling face flooding back into my mind.

Well, I believe Somewhere in the past Something was between You and I, my dear

Shaking the lyrics out of my head, I took it for a coincidence, before looking through various drawers. Nothing, nothing, nothing.

I made my way through the first floor of the house, scanning each room for a bathroom, and searching for valuable medications that I could sell for a profit. The guest bathroom offered no luck, so I decided to head upstairs.

The stairs creaked under my weight as I ascended to the second floor, and once I reached the landing, I spotted another bathroom and eagerly opened its medicine cabinet. My heart raced with excitement as I saw various prescription bottles inside: Diazepam, Adderall, Zolpidem, and even cough syrup containing Dextromethorphan. This was my lucky day, but I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.

Stuffing the bottles into my bag, I moved through the hallway towards the nearest bedroom. Juice followed me, meowing loudly at my every step. I tried to shush him, but he remained persistent in his demands for attention.

Pushing open the bedroom door, I was hit with a familiar scent of perfume. It took me a moment to place where I had smelled it before.

My eyebrows furrowed as I looked around, trying to figure out where to start searching; until my eyes landed on a collection of polaroids taped above the oak wooden bed. I walked closer, and my heart sank at the sight of a woman's smiling face in each photo.

It was her house - Y/N's house.

I couldn't believe it. Out of all the houses I could have broken into, it had to be hers. Whatever sick strings fate was trying to pull, it’s turned the one good thing that’s happened to me, into a twisted game.

Feeling guilty and scared of being caught, I quickly scanned her room for any valuables before turning to leave. But just as I was about to make my escape, I heard someone opening the front door. Panic surged through me as I fought to think of an escape plan, and my hand instinctively covered my mouth, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Juice?”

It was her. Fuck.

Looking around the room frantic, I debated where I was going to hide. Closet? Bathroom? Under the bed?

“Juju baby? Where are you?”

I heard Y/N's footsteps fade towards the kitchen and took this as my cue to make a move. Every step I took across the room was accompanied by a loud creaking sound, and I cursed myself for not being more stealthy. She must have heard me; there's no way I could make it to the bathroom now.

Juice watched me with curious eyes from the corner of the room, but it was too quiet downstairs, and I knew Y/N was listening. Suddenly, Juice's head snapped towards the door at the sound of Y/N's muffled footsteps coming up the stairs. My heart raced as he ran out of the room, leaving me alone and anxious. I quickly slid behind the closet door, peering between the cracks.

The hallway light flickered on and my breath caught in my throat. Y/N screamed before her laughter echoed through the house.

"Jesus Christ, cat! You scared the shit out of me!" she exclaimed.

Oh god, what am I going to do?

Juice came back into the room and landed on the bed, staring at the closet with wide eyes. As soon as Y/N entered, I knew I had to get out of there.

"What? Are you hungry? Your bowl is full," she said, shaking her head as she pulled off her sweater. This was my chance to escape.

I carefully slid out from behind the closet door while her back was turned. But just as I was about to pass by her, she threw her sweater into the hamper and turned around. In a moment of panic, I grabbed her from behind and covered her mouth with my hand to stop any screams.

She struggled against me but I held onto her tightly.

Why didn't I just run? Why did I think this was a good idea?

With a racing heart, I turned her around to face the mirror, hoping she would see that I meant no harm.

But tears fell from her eyes as she whimpered, looking back and forth between my masked face and the gun in my waistband.

Of course, she would be afraid.

I was a masked vigilante with a gun.

"I'm not going to hurt you," I said softly, my voice trembling. I knew I had to run as soon as I let go of her. She would never know it was me, and everything would be okay because I could just delete her number and never see her again...right?

Y/N's body trembled in my arms as I held her tightly. Even though I squeezed her for comfort, I knew she was far from being soothed.

"I'm going to leave, and you're going to let me. Got it?" I stated firmly, taking a deep breath before closing my eyes and preparing myself to leave this house forever.

"Please don't make a scene," I added, releasing my grip on her body slightly. As I began to step away, Y/N turned around and kicked me with all the strength she had.

"Fuck!" I cried out, doubling over in pain and protecting myself with my hands. As I tried to recover, Y/N fled the room. I knew I had to follow her; there was no way I could escape without her knowing what happened.

"You fucking creep! You followed me!" Y/N yelled, her voice dripping with anger as she pointed a knife at me when I finally exited the room. ""You're a lowlife piece of shit! Get out of my house or I'll call the cops on your sorry ass…Noah."

I locked eyes with her, feeling a wave of shame wash over me as she spoke my name with complete disdain. How did she know it was me? My clothes were different and none of my tattoos were visible.

My body shook with pain and I hunched over, leaning on her door for support.

"Please, Y/N, don't call the cops," I begged desperately.

"Why shouldn't I call the cops?" she screamed back at me, tears streaming down her face. She reached for her phone and began to dial 9-1-1, causing my stomach to drop even further in fear. I couldn't get caught - I had too much at stake.

I pleaded once more, but Y/N pressed the button and I could hear the faint ringing of the operator on the other end. Panic set in and my hand instinctively reached for the gun tucked into my waistband. Y/N's face went pale as she noticed the weapon, her lips trembling in terror. I had never seen anyone so afraid before - not even the woman from our job weeks ago.

"Hang up," I managed to whisper through dry lips. "Y/N, hang up please."

But it was too late - Y/N had already spiralled into a panic attack, gasping for air. We sat there in silence until we heard loud knocks on the front door.

"This is LAPD!"

"Shit," I muttered under my breath, frantically thinking of a plan. Usually, if you call 9-1-1 and then don't answer their call back, they send someone to check on your location to make sure you're okay. But I didn't expect them to come this quickly.

Y/N looked between me and the door, wiping away smeared lipstick from her face. Do I hide? Do I surrender?

My gaze landed on her lips and the smeared lipstick. If only we had been making out... Wait a minute. If we were passionately kissing and she accidentally called 9-1-1, it would explain everything. I quickly removed my sweater and tank top to make it look like we had been getting intimate.

Please play along Y/N, please.

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Y/N

I pulled away from Noah, trying to catch my breath as I noticed the lipstick smudged on his lips. His request was so outrageous that I couldn't help but scoff at him.

"Come answer the door with me and pretend we were just making out," he pleaded, his doe-like eyes pleading with mine. "I'll tell you everything about myself if you do this for me."

I hesitated for a moment, before nodding quickly and allowing Noah to take my hand and lead me down the stairs. He held onto my belt loop as we approached the door, opening it to reveal a uniformed man standing there.

"Hi officer?" Noah said in a confused tone, panting heavily as if we had just been in the middle of a passionate make-out session.

"Evening," the man replied, his eyes darting between us in concern.

Noah pulled me closer and wrapped his arm around me, while I played along by giving the officer a puzzled look and placing my hand on Noah's chest with false admiration.

"We received a call from this location and wanted to check in to make sure everything is alright," the officer explained, eyeing us both suspiciously. Noah must have sensed it, because he pulled me even closer and I rested my head against his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. Despite everything that had happened between us, our bodies seemed to fit together perfectly, an undeniable chemistry between us.

The officer scanned my lips before turning to study Noah's face, analyzing our deception.

"Oh really? That's odd," Noah furrowed his brows and looked down at me. I chimed in, reaching into my pockets for my phone.

"I didn't call anyone," I said,"I must have butt-dialled while you were...pushing me against the wall," I whispered through gritted teeth, loud enough for the officer to hear.

Noah's lips curled into a sly smile and he even winked at the officer. "I was away on a trip for two weeks, you know how it is."

The officer coughed awkwardly and began to look away, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. "Alright well, stay safe you two. Have a good night."

"We will," Noah gave him a breathy laugh.

I apologized to the officer as I pulled Noah away from the door and closed it behind us. Noah let out a breath of relief, his tense muscles relaxing.

I took a few steps back, still wary of him.

"Okay, now get your shit and go," I demanded, glaring at him. "I never want to see you again." I wiped my lips, trying to forget the feeling of his hands on me just minutes ago, his mark staining my body.

"Please, let me explain," Noah pleaded, holding out his hands and taking a step closer to me. I could see the genuine concern in his eyes and it made my walls start to crumble. But I couldn't let myself trust him again so easily, so I took another step back.

"Fine," I conceded with a sigh. "You have five minutes. And put your shirt on, it's weird that you're standing here half-naked."

I led the way into the living room and plopped down on the couch, motioning for him to join me when he came back down the stairs.

Noah sat as far away from me as possible, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. We sat in silence, both feeling a sense of deja vu after our earlier encounter in the park; this time was different though.

"So," Noah began, looking at the carpet.

"So," I echoed, watching him cautiously, "you didn’t strike me as a professional criminal."

"That's what makes me good at it, I suppose." A small laugh escaped Noah's lips before he stifled it. I rolled my eyes at him.

"I know you don't believe me, but I didn't follow you," Noah said, covering his face with his hands. "The odds are astronomical, Y/N. I genuinely have no idea how I ended up at your house instead of any other one in the neighbourhood."

"Then why did you choose this house?" I asked, raising an accusative eyebrow.

Noah shrugged, "I don't know. There's no method to it. I saw your light on and heard your cat, and chose it. That's all."

"Sure," I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest, "maybe one day you'll admit that you're actually a stalker."

"No," Noah shook his head, "are you even listening to me?"

He sat up straight and leaned over his knees, staring intensely at me. "I swear on anything- God, Satan, whoever you want- that I had no idea this was your house.

“Even over the dead bodies of my parents."

His eyes bore into mine as he spoke and I felt a lump form in my throat. The pain in his expression made my heart ache.

"You have dead parents too?" I asked quietly, the tension in the room dissipated, filling with a sense of knowing.

Noah licked his lips and furrowed his eyebrows. He snapped his gaze away from me and slumped back over his knees, staring at the floor.

"My mom died of cancer," he began, "and my dad couldn't handle it so he killed himself. I was only twelve years old, but luckily my best friends took me in. They're like brothers to me."

My mouth felt dry as I listened to him. It suddenly made sense why he didn't say sorry when I told him about my own parents' death in the park. He knew that apologies wouldn't change anything and sympathy would just feel like pity, especially in this situation.

"So why were you in my house in the first place?"

Noah avoided my gaze, clearly ashamed of his actions. "Stealing, larceny, thievery - whatever you want to call it. It's one of the easiest ways to make money on the streets besides dealing drugs."

"So you're a burglar," I said, nodding and forcing a smile. "You really know how to pick 'em, Y/N," I mumbled under my breath, finding some humour in the situation.

"I wouldn't be doing this if we didn't have to," Noah replied, sinking back into the couch with his tattooed neck on display. "We owe a lot of money to a dangerous man, and this is our only way to keep up with his demands."

"Who?" I asked, my curiosity piqued despite my attempt not to stare at the intricate snake design on his neck.

Noah closed his eyes. "I can't tell you for your safety."

I let out a dry laugh. "My safety was gone as soon as I offered you to sit on my couch."

"Touché," Noah chuckled. "But that's one thing I won't disclose."

"How long have you been...doing this?" I watched him closely as he turned his head.

"Long enough," he answered cryptically.

"How long, Noah? If that's even your real name."

He raised an eyebrow. "It is. Noah Sebastian, if you want to be specific. My friend Jolly always referred to it as "the grand fuck up," and it all started when I was fourteen. Since then, we've been paying off our debt every month.”

"And what exactly is 'the grand fuck up'?" I asked, noticing the letters on Noah's knuckles for the first time as he ran his thumb over them.

"It was my first job, and Jolly said I needed to do it to become a man and join the pact," Noah explained, his eyes fixated on the letters. "I stole an expensive car without knowing it had something valuable in it. The car belonged to a notorious criminal who caught us, giving us two choices: death or working for him. We chose to work off our debt and be free once it's paid off."

"Who is included in 'we'?" I inquired.

"My three friends and me," Noah replied with guilt evident in his voice. "I screwed us all over, and it's been seven years of nothing changing."

Noah closed his eyes, trying to hold back tears and the guilt that consumed him. My heart softened, wanting to comfort him and take away his pain.

"What does your tattoo say?" I asked, shifting the topic.

Noah looked at his fingers again, blinking rapidly. "Bad omens."

"Bad omens?" I repeated.

He moved closer to me and held out his hands for me to see. Without thinking, I took his hands in mine and studied the words etched onto his skin.

"An omen is a sign of things to come," Noah explained, watching my fingers trace over the letters. "But everything that comes our way seems to be bad."

"That's no way to live," I shook my head, turning sideways on the couch to face him.

"I've always lived that way," Noah shrugged, giving a small smile.

My heart ached at his words, reminding me of my former self stuck in a cycle of hopelessness and despair. A year ago, I would have said the same thing if someone had talked to me about possibilities and starting fresh. But I had worked hard to leave that behind and create a new life for myself. It was possible, but Noah was still trapped in his never-ending cycle, unable to see any glimmer of hope or change.

“I don’t even feel real anymore unless I’m in pain,” He confided, the agony evident in his voice catching me off guard. “It's not like I enjoy this cycle of suffering, but it's become my norm. I don't know how to function without it.”

Noah scoffed and looked away, trying to distract from his words. “Sometimes I wish I could just give up. Maybe then I'll see my dad again.”

My chest clenched at his words and I sat up on the couch, pulling my knees to my chest. “What keeps you going?” I prodded, intrigued by this mysterious man.

“My brothers. I have to fix things for them and make up for what I've done.”

“And after that? What then?” I pressed, completely invested in his enigmatic words.

Noah fell silent, his gaze fixed on the ground, lost in his thoughts. I wanted to know what was going through his mind, but we sat in silence once again, the only sound coming from the soft ticking of the living room clock. Juice had emerged from hiding and cautiously made his way into the living room. He let out a small meow and jumped onto the couch next to Noah. After sniffing him, he rubbed his head against Noah's sleeve.

“I don't know,” he finally whispered in a despondent tone, raising his hand to gently pet Juice's fur. The hair on my arms stood up as I watched Juice melt into Noah's touch - immediately accepting him and showing him love.

“You look like you could use a hug,” I surprised myself with the offer, standing up and opening my arms to invite Noah into my personal space.

He looked at me with surprise, asking "Huh?"

"Come here," I motioned for him to stand up, and after a moment of hesitation, he did.

Noah’s lanky figure approached me, and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling his body towards mine in a protective embrace. I stood on my tiptoes to place my head in the crook of his neck, squeezing his body against my chest. Noah’s breath hitched in his throat as he held himself stiffly before easing his body into our entwined limbs. His arms held me close, his head resting against my own. As his chest shook through his complacency, I breathed deeply, sighing into our hug. Noah joined me in a deep exhale, listening to our breaths as we held onto each other, exchanging memories through our hold.

I’m sorry you lost your parents. I’m sorry you’re stuck. I’m listening.

“You don’t have to carry it all yourself. Humans aren’t made to be solitary creatures.” Boldly, I held my hand against Noah’s head, capturing him and all of his wounds. As I ran my fingers through his hair, Noah’s shoulders began to shake.

Can one of us be saved?

I can't forgive you, but I can't look away I have to tell myself it's better, better this way It's killing me

Soft sobs left his lips, his body vibrating through his tears.

Don't wait for the light Just fall asleep, embrace the night

The man crumbling before me was not a terrible person. He was merely a lost soul, fastened to routine and never-ending affliction.

Perhaps, I can be another step to helping him find himself. He reminded me so much of my past; I couldn’t leave him.

Even if I got hurt in the process.

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NOAH

Y/N's arms were a haven, comforting me with her gentle embrace. Her fingers ran through my hair, unearthing deep-seated memories as she held onto me.

It was hard to believe that just an hour ago, everything had been a chaotic mess. Yet here I was, crying in this woman's arms. I didn't deserve such kindness, especially after invading her privacy and trust like I did.

I hadn't opened up to anyone in a long time. My only family were Ruffilo, Folio, and Jolly; they were the only ones who saw my pain. But Y/N's touch had broken down all of my walls, causing me to completely shatter. It was baffling how someone I had only met less than 24 hours ago could have such power over me. Yet here I was, vulnerable and exposed in her embrace.

How could she be so kind and selfless? She listened and understood. Her parents were gone too. She knew the feelings of abandonment.

Keep telling myself that I was the victim You were the one that pulled away I've got a cold heart, this is the sad part I don't think I can change

But the difference was that I was corrupt. I was not the good guy; my presence was tainting her.

Can one of us be saved? I feel like I'm better, better in a grave Better in a grave Better in a grave

“What’s the next step from acquaintances?” she tried to lighten the mood, giving me a small laugh.

I pulled away, my body already infected with the remembrance of her touch against my limbs. I wiped my eyes, face reddening at the embarrassment. I can’t believe I just cried on some girl’s shoulder. She was no longer just some girl.

“I mean, I don’t know if we should even be considered friends. I broke into your house.” I scoffed, wiping my nose with my hoodie sleeve as I sniffed.

“What about acquaintance-squared?” Y/N said, “I think now that I know you’re not just Noah, we’ve upgraded.”

I laughed, “Level two friendly strangers?”

Y/N joined me, the sound that left her body angelic. Part of me wanted to listen to her melody forever.

I knew then that I was fucked. Her hooks snagged me this morning, but now they were embedded, scars bound to be permanent. There was no way I could just leave her as a forgotten memory as I had thought earlier.

She knew too much.

“Sit down. I’m going to make you something to eat.” Y/N said, smiling kindly. My phone began buzzing in my pocket; I knew it had to be one of the boys.

I immediately shook my head in protest, “No Y/N, I should go.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I don’t deserve your hospitality.” I pulled my phone out and checked the caller ID. It was Ruffilo. 32 missed texts.

Jolly: You alright?

Jolly: Almost done?

Jolly: It’s been almost two hours since I’ve heard anything.

Jolly: You should’ve been done within the first hour.

Jolly: Your location says you’re still there; where are you?

Jolly: Noah answer your fucking phone.

My anxiety must have been visible on my face when I saw the messages because Y/N noticed and asked, "Where do you live? Can I at least give you a ride home?"

I shook my head, "It's fine, I can walk."

But when Y/N checked the time and saw that it was three in the morning, she insisted, "Noah, it's not safe for you to walk alone at this hour."

I almost scoffed at her concern, but instead placed a hand on her shoulder and reassured her, "Y/N, I'll be okay."

She made a frustrated face and pouted her lips, which for some reason sent my heart racing.

"Noah," she marched towards the front door and grabbed her keys while slipping on cow-shaped slippers. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

"Let's go pretty boy."

"I'll walk," I said firmly, putting my phone back in my pocket.

Y/N furrowed her brows again and glared at me, causing butterflies to stir in my stomach. What is happening to me?

"You look cute when you're angry."

Y/N opened the door and pointed outside. "You think I'm cute when I'm angry? Then I'll be fucking gorgeous if you're not in my car in two seconds," she seethed.

I raised my hands in surrender and chuckled, "Okay, okay, I'm coming."

We squeezed into her small silver Chevy Spark and I joked about its size. "Could you have gotten a smaller car?"

She turned up the heat before fiddling with the music, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, I must say I didn't expect to have an over 6-foot-tall thief in my passenger seat."

I rolled my eyes, knowing she had a valid point. The guilt gnawed at me once again. Y/N pressed play and the song blared through the small speakers. She turned to me and asked for the address.

"If you know where the Marlborough Motel is, that's where we're headed."

Y/N's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she looked at me. "Wait, you actually live near there?" Her expression crumpled in sympathy when I nodded. But I refused to accept her pity. We lived in that rundown motel, but it was still better than nothing.

She drove out of the driveway and towards our destination while one of us listened to the song blasting through the car speakers, its lyrics piercing my ears.

You played the cards, you know I wanted to see Behind the curtain, always pulling the strings in my head

But now I think it's time to cut the ends I won't make the same mistake again

Once she dropped me off, I would leave her behind forever. I had to, for my sanity, and hers.

“I mean, housekeeping must be a blessing?” Y/N said gently, giving me a quaint smile.

“Yes, I enjoy the smell of cheap laundry detergent and a stranger filtering through my stuff.”

A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I gazed out the car window, taking in the rows of illuminated houses and streetlights as they passed by. Exhaustion weighed down my body, but I couldn't bring myself to close my eyes. Jolly was going to have a fit when I got home - especially now that I had dragged someone else into this mess and failed a job. Just another checkmark on the list of my screw-ups. And to top it off, I had nothing to show for all the trouble I went through.

But then my mind snapped back to reality as I remembered my backpack - the one with the gun inside. The one I had carelessly left behind at Y/N's house. Panic set in as I realized she would find it, along with all her prescription medications neatly stored inside. My heart raced at the thought of her finding those bottles.

My throat felt tight at the realization, but I swallowed the nerves, reminding myself that I’d never see her again after today. I’ll forget about her, and this. I won’t need to see her disappointment.

You got what you deserved And that was me You saw me at my worst You saw the worst in me

We arrived at the motel and I sighed, realizing the light was still on. No doubt the boys were still up waiting for me. Y/N and I sat quietly for a moment before she turned to look at me.

“Well, level two friendly stranger.” Y/N coughed, breaking the awkward silence in the cramped vehicle. I looked at her and forced a smile. She smiled back, but my heart ached with the realization that this would be our goodbye. I studied every inch of her face, trying to imprint her features into my memory. I knew I couldn't face her again after this.

"Thanks for this wild adventure," she chuckled. "It was definitely a confusing situation, but I'm glad you were my first criminal experience."

Unsure of how to respond, I attempted to make a joke. "And thank you for being my favourite victim."

My own words stung as they reminded me of my past felonies, but I supposed she truly was my favourite victim. If it wasn't too messed up to say something like that.

"Will I see you for your usual coffee?" She asked, hope seeping through her eyes. How could she want to see me again?

"Yeah," I replied with a forced laugh, lying through each breath. "See you then."

I stepped out of the car and turned to wave before opening the door to the motel room. My heart ached as Y/N drove away.

Goodbye.

Tell me that I'm wrong Tell me that I'm wrong

Chapter four

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@flowery-mess @mentallynot-here @judging-from-afar @darkmxgician @badomensls

@hoe-for-daddywise @philomenie @xxkittenkissesxx @venturethroughtheveil @thefallennightmare

@blend-in-with-the-madness @reyadawn @deathblacksmoke @Anameunmusical @sitkowski

@anything-more-than-human @into-the-grey @amelia-acero @rumoured-whispers @artificialbreezy

[joonggphilia]

🩶🩷Guy Next Door🩷🩶

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Pairing: Dom/Top Hyunjin x Sub/Bttm M!reader. Genre: Smut Cw: Oral fixation, filming sex, reader gets turned on by man-spreading A/n: Ugh I love Hyunjin 🥰 request by @mooncarvers-world

——————————————————————— It was your first week in your new apartment, and you absolutely loved it. The city life was soooo your thing. Something else that was “your thing” was the guy next door. You’d always pass him in the hallways or you’d see him in his room (he tends to leave his door open to air the place out) When he left his door open you would walk past a little slower to catch a glimpse. God was he fine. His wavy black hair and piercing eyes were enough to send you over the edge. The way he sat. He had such a polite face, yet he sat with his legs open, like he didn’t have a care in the world. You would love to get between those legs. You would also love to see what’s under those gray sweatpants. You had a plan. The next morning you baked cookies for all your neighbors, a thank you to them for welcoming you. Also an excuse to be closer to your neighbor. You knocked light on the door, shaking all the dirty fantasies from your head. “Hello? Oh! Your the new neighbor boy, need help with something?” He asked, running his fingers through his hair. You need something and that something was his dick in your mouth, but you wouldn’t say that out loud. “I was wondering if I could give you these! I made cookies for my neighbors as a thank you for the warm welcome. I’m M/n!” You introduced yourself, holding a hand out to the gorgeous man before you. “Thanks M/n. My names Hyunjin.” He stated, returning your hand shake. His hands were calloused, like the hands of an artists. He made eye contact with you and slowly released your hand. “You should come in and eat these cookies with me. You baked a lot and I wouldn’t want your hard work to get stale.” He encouraged you to come in, stepping inside and motioning toward the living. Who were you to deny him, it’s like a dream come true. “The couch is all yours, M/n. Take a seat, let’s get to know each other.” He said, turning on some slow music and opening the cookies. “So, is all this art yours. It’s gorgeous.” You praised, fluttering your eyes at your new neighbor who walked towards you with a plate of cookies in his hand. “Yeah, I really enjoy painting and sketching people, but I haven’t been able to find a muse.” He stated, looking at you through hooded eyes. “I can help with that.” You offered, reaching for a cookie. Your hand was grabbed. “Cut the small talk M/n. You know I see the way you look at me when you pass my room? You’ve practically got hearts in your eyes.” Hyunjin bluntly called you out. Woah. “Tell me what you want?” He barked, leaning back and crossing his arms and spreading his legs. You took in a shaky breath. “You. I want you Hyunjin.” You breathed, admitting your feelings. He chuckled to himself and pushed back his hair once more. “Come here then.” You kneeled down in front of Hyunjin, pleading eyes looking up at him. “Have it your way.” Hyunjin hummed, shocking you at his compliance. You quickly moved your hands to the band of his sweats, slowly pulling them down along with his underwear. He was already bricked. “What? I think your pretty cute.” Hyunjin explained, amused by your expression. You simply shrugged and moved your mouth to his throbbing cock. It felt so much better than you imagined. He was veiny and long, not super thick around, just perfect. You grazed your tongue along each vein on his beautiful cock. Hyunjin gasped, grabbing your hair. “Wait. Lemme film this. I need your beautiful form for art inspiration, M/n, your the perfect muse.” He panted, sitting up to grab his camera. “Fine by me. As long as I get a tape.” You groaned, salty because of the loss of his cock. You watched him set up the camera and walk slowly back to his recliner. You made a sultry look at the camera, then up to Hyunjin. Best put on a show for the camera. You moved your mouth back to him, but he was getting impatient. He grabbed your hair, moving your head all the way to his base and then back up to the tip. “Ready to be painted?” Hyunjin groaned, cumming into your mouth. You quickly swallowed his load. “Hyunjin, let’s go farther.” —————-

[wildfire-rewrite]

oooh what does Sun Firesong look like? Sickness name btw

Sun Firesong (Fireheart)

Leader of the Fall Thunderbringer Sect

Kittypet -> Apprentice -> Messenger -> Deputy -> Leader

He/him/his Cisgender kater, bisexual panromantic

Image IDs below the cut and information.

Grandparents: Crystal, Unknown Parents: Jake, Nutmeg Siblings: Princess, Henry, Tommy

Mates: Sandstorm, Grouseflight Platonic partner: Dustdapple Kits: Squirrelflight, Leafpool, Juniperpaw, Birchfall, Foxleap, Shrewbelly Grandkits: Petalblaze, Jaypatch, Hollylarch, Poppyfrost, Fernsong, Sorrelstripe, Sparkwood, Alderheart, Dandelionpelt

Mentor: Sweetberry Former Apprentice(s): Cinderberry, Whitewing, Ivystrike

So, what a guy! He's lived a very interesting life, and actually dies at the end of the Eclipse Period. He will die at the claws of Moon Tigerchaser, like his old, and first, foe passed. He is idolized heavily in the Sky Breezemoor sect and the Fall Thundebringer sect, along with the Band of Blood, post-reconstruction. Firesong took Sandstorm as a mate a bit after they both graduated. They are basically highschool sweethearts, and sickeningly affectionate immediately outside of apprentice-hood. Eventually, Dustdapple and Firesong do become platonic partners, but not for a while. Firesong develops a crush on Grouseflight once Tigerchaser is exiled. Sandstorm was the one to court Grouseflight first, and then followed Firesong. They, all three of them, officially became a polycule once the Final Battle of the Forests is over, and upon the realization that Sandstorm is pregnant. Dustdapple is only in a QPR with Grouseflight and Sun Firesong, as he is Sandstorm's cousin.

Personal Comments:

I'm very proud of how his design turned out. I was mulling it over for the past hour before I got this ask, and it pushed me to finalize it. Thank you, I needed this lol

Because he is partially Abyssinian through Jake, he is genetically a black cat. This means all his bio-kits should be torties! Very interesting, and I'm excited to play with his genetic traits that'll show through his kittens.

I basically speedran this, the art took way less than I thought it would!

Yeah, he also will have autism and social anxiety. It will affect a lot of his adjusting period into the sects and his entire growth as a character.

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[ Image ID - An image of Sun Firesong from the Wildfire Rewrite, who in canon Warriors is known as Fireheart. He is a round and plump cat with a ruddy orange pelt and a cream underbelly. He has green eyes and thick fur. He looks at the camera, giving the viewer a clear shot of his pelt. It's pattern is distinctly similar to the cat breed Abyssinian and it's pelt. End ID ]

[ Image ID - The same image as above, but with accessories. Earrings made of painted wood are pierced into his upper ear. A thick leather and woolen coat is covering his lower back, kept on by a loop of leather that holds two brown bags. Two necklaces are wound around his neck. One has two stones, one stone gray and one stone painted green, and the other necklace has a part of his old collar. On his front left paw there are two bracelets. One is a piece of scrap vine, and the other is a bead bracelet painted in a pattern of colors. End ID ]

[lullabyes22-blog]

Snippet - Drifting - Mal de Mer

Early morning delights...

Mal de Mer on AO3

NSFW

Snippet:

This morning, though, his focus is purely on her.

Through the windowslats, bars of butterscotch sunlight pour. The ceiling fan cuts slowly through the humid air, redolent of seasalt and their bodies. Behind the carefully-cracked window, Mel can hear the trill of birdsong, and the rustle of palm fronds, and the gentle wash of the waves upon the shore.

Pink is the conch shell sitting on the endtable, a gift from Silco's deep dives. Mauve is the bedspread spilling lazily to the carpet, a soft puddle at the foot of the mattress. Blue is the hue of Silco's good eye, heavy-lidded with the residue of sleep, and a hungry lassitude as he rolls Mel onto her back.

Gold is the paint streaking the canvas on the easel behind him: a portrait awaiting her finishing touches before she has it packed for transit. Gold, like the frame she'll choose in Piltover: matching her wedding band, and attesting to the same. Gold, like the fractaling streak that ignites behind her eyelids, as Silco fans her thighs open to fit himself between them: the fullness of him dipping into her, teasing in and out, then sinking home.

Crying out, Mel thinks: This is how it ends.

In the days afterward, she won't remember her stay at the villa except as a flurry of sketches: the sea, the skies, the sands. And, most of all, the spiky loose-limbed silhouettes, all of which have resolved into a full-color nude on the canvas.

His torso, framed by the parabola of sunset, holds a deep-sea elegance. The lithe contours are etched by the eerie palette of fading twilight. Teals, and indigos, and amethysts:  each color evoked by the subtle interplay of water and shadow. His bare shoulders, caught against the coronal threads of sunlight, like sharp juts of coral. The torso, with its cobra's hood of sinew, tapering into a narrow waist. The hard cut of hipbones, showing the navel and the hair below it, then disappearing into the distorting medium of the sea.

His head is half-turned, the features indistinct: just a hint of aquiline nose, the cutting edge of jaw, and lips parted to bare a glint of teeth.

Greeting, or threat.

The eyes are what complete the piece.

They've been rendered in exacting detail. The right eye, she's captured in all its softness: the blue so vivid, it's like a drop of the ocean. A vibrant green rings the iris, and a band of gray limns the pupil. Sea and storm: fused. The left eye is a bottomless void: the sclera inked black. In the iris: a starburst of blood vessels, red lines spiderwebbing from the center, with an inlay of gold to mimic volcanic flare.

His scars, too, have been rendered patiently. The shadowy left side of his face is a latticework of crisscrossing gouges. In some spots, like the rippled sands on the shore. In others, the cragged rocks of the reef. Each contour is traced out with the precision of a goldbeater's needle. She's overlayed the scars in an impasto of cadmium red and jet black: a tapestry of violence, with a touch of decay.

In sum, it's a creature of myth. Half-submerged, and on the cusp of a choice:

Ascent, or descent.

In her ear, Silco whispers, "Where've you drifted off to?"

Mel's lashes flutter. His body, striped in gold, is a languid arch over hers. One hand, callused, cups her breast. The other, scarred, clasps her wrist loosely between the fingers, trapping it against the sheets. His body flows skin to skin with hers—achingly slow.

Mel, nuzzling underneath his jowl, breathes, "Nowhere."

"Nowhere, hm?"

His tongue whorls in the hollow behind her ear. She shivers, arching beneath him. The tip of afternoon, she thinks, is when he's at his best: the ferocity of the night's hunger faded, the frenzy of late evening's appetite yet to come.

The heat, still banked, becomes a thing to be savored.

"I was thinking," she whispers.

"About what?"

His palm, cradling her breast, traps the nipple between forefinger and thumb. He rolls it round and round. Mel's breath catches; she bites her lip.

"About—about you," she manages.

"I should hope so."

"The painting. It needs, mmmh, something."

"Something?"

"To complete it."

He gives her nipple a playful tweak, and she whimpers. His dark chuckle rumbles through her.  "A title, perhaps?"

[proton-wobbler]

Bracket 1: Setophaga-A

Grace's Warbler vs Barbuda Warbler

Hooded Warbler vs Myrtle Warbler

Golden-cheeked Warbler vs Olive-capped Warbler

Vitelline Warbler vs Chestnut-sided Warbler

Blackburnian Warbler vs Bay-breasted Warbler

Townsend's Warbler vs Yellow-throated Warbler

Cerulean Warbler vs Goldman's Warbler

Elfin-woods Warbler vs Tropical Parula

Black-throated Blue Warbler vs Kirtland's Warbler

Bracket 2: Setophaga-B

Pine Warbler vs Blackpoll Warbler

Bahama Warbler vs Arrowhead Warbler

Adelaide's Warbler vs American Restart

Palm Warbler vs St. Lucia Warbler

Yellow Warbler vs Plumbeous Warbler

Cape May Warbler vs Hermit Warbler

Prairie Warbler vs Black-throated Green Warbler

Magnolia Warbler vs Audubon's Warbler

Northern Parula vs Black-throated Gray Warbler

Bracket 3: Myiothlypis

Russet-crowned Warbler vs Citrine Warbler

Pale-legged Warbler vs White-lored Warbler (run-off)

Two-banded Warbler vs Flavescent Warbler

Gray-headed Warbler vs Santa Marta Warbler

Cuzco Warbler vs White-striped Warbler

Buff-rumped Wabler vs Choco Warbler

White-browed Warbler vs Riverbank Warbler

Gray-and-gold Warbler vs Black-crested Warbler

Gray-throated Warbler vs Roraiman Warbler

Bracket 4: Basileuterus

Fan-tailed Warbler vs Three-striped Warbler

Golden-browed Warbler vs Golden-crowned Warbler

Yungas Wabler vs Three-banded Warbler

Pirre Warbler vs Tacarcuna Warbler

Rufous-capped Warbler vs Costa Rican Warbler

Black-cheeked Warbler vs Chestnust-capped Warbler

Bracket 5: Geothlypis

Beldin's Yellowthroat vs Mourning Warbler

Kentucky Warbler vs Black-lored Yellowthroat

Common Yellowthroat vs Southern Yellowthroat

Gray-crowned Yellowthroat vs Altamira Yellowthroat

Bahama Yellowthroat vs Black-polled Yellowthroat

Olive-crowned Yellowthroat vs Hooded Yellowthroat

MacGillivray's Warbler vs Masked Yellowthroat

Bracket 6: Myioborus

White-fronted Whitestart vs Tepui Whitestart

Spectacled Redstart vs Brown-capped Whitestart

Yellow-crowned Redstart vs Painted Whitestart

Golden-fronted Whitestart vs Slate-throated Whitestart

Collared Whitestart vs Paria Whitestart

Saffron-breasted Whitestart vs White-faced Whitestart

Bracket 7: Leiothlypis & Cardellina

Virginia's Warbler vs Lucy's Warbler

Tennessee Warbler vs Nashville Warbler

Colima Warbler vs Orange-crowned Warbler

Red Warbler vs Pink-headed Warbler

Red-faced Warbler vs Wilson's Warbler

(solo/sit-out) Canada Warbler

Bracket 8: Vermivora, Parkesia, & Oreothlypis

Blue-winged Warbler vs Golden-winged Warbler

Northern Waterthrush vs Louisiana Waterthrush

Flame-throated Warbler vs Crescent-chested Warbler

(solo/sit-out) Bachman's Warbler

Bracket 9: Odd Ones Out

Semper's Warbler vs Prothonotary Warbler

Ovenbird vs Black-and-white Warbler

Swainson's Warbler vs Whistling Warbler

Connecticut Warbler vs Worm-eating Warbler

Bracket 10: Not-"Warblers"

Red-breasted Chat vs Yellow-headed Warbler

White-winged Warbler vs Olive Warbler

Green-tailed Warbler vs Grey-throated Chat

Yellow-breasted Chat vs Wrenthrush

Rose-breasted Chat vs Oriente Warbler

[kolttonen]

The psychological horror of Brand New's The Devil and God are Raging Inside Me - an album analysis, part 1/4

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

Introduction

This is an analysis of Brand New’s 2006 album The Devil And God Are Raging Inside Of Me. The album was the band’s highly anticipated third album that quickly became a cult-classic, a title it holds up to today. It is often considered Brand New’s best album. I agree.

Brand New’s reputation as one of the most influential bands of the 00’s was tarnished in 2017 when allegations of sexual misconduct by the bands main songwriter, singer Jesse Lacey, came public. The following public reaction resulted in Laceys cancellation, which was one of the first cancellations of its kind in this music genre. After the scandal, the band stopped touring and removed themselves from the public eye, never to be seen again. 

I was a young adult during MeToo and the allegation-wave that swept all aspects of popular media, this genre of rock included. I remembered the cancellation of Lacey as one of the most dramatic falls from grace of this time period. I didn’t grow up with Brand New and didn’t think I would ever start listening to their music - their reputation had been ruined for me and I had made an unconscious decision to at least not seek out their music, following the public opinion.

My uninterested stand on Brand New’s music would change on a faithful September morning, when Spotify would shuffle music it thought I would like. Boy, was that software right. I still remember the instant attraction I felt towards the track I couldn’t yet recognize. I am often consumed by the music I listen to and I remember thinking to myself, this song is going to become not just my next obsession, but my next problem.  I remember checking my phone to see which band I was listening to, and my stomach dropping when I saw the two masked men and the little girl behind the corner. The album art had always given me the creeps. The song was Not The Sun by Brand New, and I would spend the following week listening to it exclusively, slowly getting lost in the rest of Brand New’s discography.

Masked faces

If you have ever shown the album cover of The Devil And God to someone and asked for their 5 cents, you will know that there is an infinite amount of interpretations of this photo, with one overarching theme: everyone finds it deeply unsettling and creepy. 

It is a photo of a little girl and two adults outside of a white house. The orange leaves on the upper right corner suggest that it is fall time, maybe Halloween. The house looks very old and run down, the paint is peeling and the stairs are just slobs of cement and rock. The two adults, most likely men, are wearing white, scary Halloween masks and long black coats with hoods. The shape of their bodies and overall identity is hard to tell through their attire. The man on the left has a skull-shaped mask and has his hands in his pockets. The man on the right has a more graphic mask with protruding, bleeding teeth. He is turned towards the man on his right and is crossing his arms. He is wearing slippers, as if he is on his own doorstep. The men seem to be looking for something, waiting.

Behind the corner of the house is a little girl, wearing a shiny, gray fur coat and a plaid skirt. Her hair is up on a cute pin on top of her head, she looks like she is going somewhere formal. 

Why are the adults wearing masks? If it’s Halloween, shouldn’t the little girl be the one with a mask behind the door? Whose house is this? Are the men leaving their house or trying to enter the girls house? 

The men might be looking for the girl, this rundown house as their last resort. They seem relaxed, almost like they are no longer expecting resistance. Their identities are concealed and they remain anonymous, they are up to no good. You feel scared for the girl and the presence of scary looking men is unnerving.

The contradiction between the sweet girl and the creepy adults is what makes this photo so eerie. The girl can represent childhood innocence and the adults the monsters that children face close to their homes. The monsters aren’t usually what they seem like - they can conceal their true intentions in childish ways, masking their true self. They might try to take the children's place, in this photo quite literally by swapping the roles of children and adults going door to door in Halloween masks. One creepy detail lies in the slippers - they are usually worn at home, which is also where children suffer the most abuse.

Why did Brand New choose this photo? The cover perfectly encapsulates the vibe of the album - cold and anxiety inducing. The wrestling between good and bad - the innocent girl and the scary men - is the main theme of this album. The loss of childhood innocence after something soul-crushing happens. The feeling of doom when you know something bad is going to happen and you can’t do anything. Are you the girl or the men at the door?

Ending and beginning

Death and suicide are a recurring subject on The Devil And God. During the time of writing the record, Brand New lost friends and family members - forever encapsulating this sad period of time in the record's emotional landscape. Death is viewed in many ways: nonchalantly as an inevitable part of being human, anxiously as a terrifying unknown and as a preferable alternative to existing (no wonder this album is an emo cult-classic). 

On the opening track Sowing Season, life and ones work is compared to sowing seeds and growing a crop. In the beginning of the track Lacey sings a line about losing his friends to dangerous, pointless drunk driving - perfectly growing fields destroyed for no reason. 

Was losing all my friends Losing them to drinking and  to driving Was losing all my friends, but I got em back

Sowing Season views life as a growing period, during which you should put your seeds to the ground and try to grow something good from it, giving your life  a meaning in the end.  The song goes even further to say that creating something just for the sake of yourself is meaningful, even if other people didn’t value it:

Take all that you have, And turn it into something you would miss if Somebody threw that brick, shattered all your plans.

In the end of the song, death can be greeted nonchalantly, for your life has become the seed in the cold ground:

Time to get the seeds into the cold ground. It takes a while to grow anything, Before it's coming to the end, yeah. Before you put my body in the cold ground, Take some time to warm it with your hand, Before it's coming to an end, yeah.

The opposite viewpoint is heard on Brand News biggest song, Jesus Christ. The song writes out an anxious one-sided conversation with God and discusses the emptiness of life without a partner and a fear of dying:

Do you believe you're missing out? That everything good is happening somewhere else But with nobody in your bed The night's hard to get through And I will die all alone And when I arrive I won't know anyone

Musically, the song is almost like an even more depressing Death Cab for Cutie-song, with a mellow guitar and slow build-up to the bridge, where the writer voices his anxiety about dying in a sudden manner and negotiating his chances with God:

I know you're coming in the night like a thief But I've had some time alone to hone my lying technique I know you think that I'm someone you can trust But I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail you back up So do you think that we could work out a sign? So I'll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try

Jesus Christ is often considered one of the best Brand New songs in its lyricism. It stands out from the rest of The Devil And God in how vulnerable and low-energy it is. There are arguably many much in-your-face better rock songs in the Brand New catalog, even on this album. Jesus Christ is much more the silent killer - you don’t expect it to cause a reaction due to its soft sound, but Lacey's nonchalant and mellow delivery of the most soul-crushing lines will hit you like a ton of bricks when you least expect it.

Jesus Christ is often considered Brand News biggest song. The popularity of Jesus Christ might not lie in the song itself - even though it is a great song - but how it found its place in the musical landscape of its conception. During 2006, when the album came out, the musical environment was friendly to almost-acoustic, emo-indie sounds. The harder vocals and sounds heard on the rest of the album were never radio-friendly, which made a big difference in a time when music was still evaluated based on how well it could be played for the masses. It also helps that Jesus Christ has such an odd name - you hear it once and you remember it.

This guilt that will crush me

Making a mistake and living with it is one of the biggest emotional themes on The Devil And God. The narrative voice of the album focuses on past mistakes, feeling guilt and looking for atonement. In Millstone, the writer compares his life before and after and how now his actions weigh on his neck like a millstone of guilt and shame. A millstone is a biblical punishment famously for people who lead followers of faith to sin, with followers of faith often being referred to as children. In Millstone, this setting is explored through the eyes of the guilty person:

My own stone around my neck, Be my breath, there's nothing I wouldn't give

Lacey writes down a depressing overview of a secluded life. These lines might be the hardest ones on the song to not sing along with:

I used to pray like God was listening I used to make my parents proud I was the glue that kept my friends together Now they don't talk and we don't go out

Later on the song we get the passerby-view of him running from his mistake with fatal consequences: 

Never hit the brakes There's no time to save him He's run out in the street Anybody know his name? I think I recognize him Sure it's him? Running from that mistake

Degausser may be one of the best rock songs the band ever wrote. The song starts quietly and slowly blows up to an emotional, vocally straining chorus. The guitar track on this song is phenomenal, perfectly filling the pauses of the vocal track and making the chorus feel like a screaming match between the two.

You burn bright but you're running I fell asleep in the alkaline I can't shake this little feeling I'll never get anything right

Finally the second chorus resolves into a satisfying harmony of vocals:

I'm on my own I'll never say anything right

Degausser continues the theme of mistakes and the past: a device that wipes out electronic memory. It can have both literal and symbolic significance: literally deleting memory and symbolically going through something traumatic and feeling empty afterwards, with no memory or way of connecting to who you were before.

... continues in part 2

[allinllachuteruteru]

Vocabulario de la película Birders - Pt. 1 (Texas)

Subjunctivos:

-la barrera - barrier

-la reserva natural - wildlife refuge

-la cigüenela (de cuello negro) - (black-necked) stilt [species of bird]

-el agua dulce - fresh water

-la bala - bullet

-la vida silvestre - wildlife

-la ala - wing

-el chipe charquero - norther waterthrush [species of bird]

-el chipe*** - warbler [type of bird]

***this definition differs based on region. As this documentary is on the Mexico-Texas birder, I would feel most comfortable saying that in Northern Mexico it’s a good translation for a warbler. According to Spanishdict it can also mean sad (Guatemala), weak (El Salvador), or dough/money (Chile). 

-el cardenal - cardinal [bird species]

-el aluminio - aluminum

-el acero inoxidable - stainless steel

-la urraca verde - greenjay [bird species]

-el alojamiento - accommodation

-el elanio* de Misisipi - Mississippi kite [bird species]

-*this is not the literal word ‘kite’; that word changes by almost every country

-el santuario - sanctuary

-la cerca - fence (wood or wire)

-la franja - stripe/band; strip; border; swath

-el tramo - stretch/span

-el atrapamoscas empidonax - Empidonax flycatcher [bird species]

-la oropéndola con capucha - Hooded oriole [bird species]

-la capacidad - ability

-la reflectividad del radar - radar reflectivity

-la época del año - the time of year

-un vistazo - a look

-el buitre - vulture*; greedy person (colloquial)

-*Vultures are also called zopilote (Centr. Am); zamuro (Lat. Am); gallinazo (Southern Cone)

-el halcón - hawk; falcon*

-*Both types of raptors are known by the same word in Spanish

-la torre - tower

-la candelita norteña pintada - Painted redstart [bird species]

-el dique - levee

-el patrullero fronterizo - border patrol

-la oropéndola altamira - Altamira oriole [bird species]

-el pitirre - gray kingbird [bird species]

-el ruiseñor - nightingale

-la curruca - Lesser Whitethroat warbler [bird species]

Verbos:

-unir - to join, to connect (geographical 

sense)

-atrapar - to catch/capture

-golpear - to hit

-aseguar - to secure (fasten); to promise/assure

-engordar - to put on fat/to gain weight

-mordar - to bite

-aplastar - to crush/squash

-mudarse - to move (specifically changing living or working locations)

-gastar - to spend

-serpentear - to meander; to wind

Adjetivos:

-brav@ - fierce, angry, aggressive

-fronteriz@ - border, bordering

-mach@ - male [biological]; tough/brave*

-c*an also mean: great (Colombia); blond (Costa Rica); and dude (Spain)

-ningún* - none of/no (affirmative clauses); any (negative clauses)

-*before singular masculine nouns, becomes ‘ninguno’

-*before singular feminine nouns, becomes ‘ninguna’

-cualquier otr@ - any other

-atraíd@ por - attracted to

-profanad@ - desecrated; defiled

-herid@ - wounded; hurt

-asesinad@ - killed

Adverbos:

-mundialmente - worldwide, throughout the world

Frases:

-Es esencial para - it’s essential to

-Pudo haber - he/she/it/you(fr) could have been

-Por un lado - for one thing

-Por aquí - through here

-¡Vaya! - wow!; well!; oh no!

-Tal vez - maybe; perhaps

-Hecho por el hombre - manmade

-Estar a punto de entrar - to be about to enter

-a través de - through

Conjunciones:

-aunque - even though (in spite of); although

[dontjudgemeimawriter]

Ten Random Lines Tag

Tagged by @ceph-the-ghost-writer ty!

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics/writing projects, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag people (ten if you want to follow the theme).

Tagging: @theramwrites @puzzleddragon02 @saltysupercomputer @aether-wasteland-s @lexiklecksi and anyone else who wants to!

Okay I really only have 2 main WIPs but sure we can see snippets of some tiny things......

Second Chance I don’t even have to explain to Hayln why I am actually still alive, because it’s a null day (that really is a good name for it. On the Base we call it pre-day and post-day, in reference to when the reversal occurs). Except here’s the funny thing: Turns out, since I didn’t exist, the most natural thing to occur is for me to simply not exist for about 16 hours. When I explain to the Spirit that No, I am NOT okay with that, it says that if I really want to, we can resist that natural couse of events.

Syndicate He flashed a smile. “Morning, sleepyhead,” he said and came over, picking up mugs from the desk that I hadn’t noticed and bringing them over. He handed me one. “Got you coffee.” A string and tag on the side of his mug showed he was having tea. 

Drake Knight I look to the sky, pausing three-quarters down the alley to catch a breath and attempt to wipe some of the coffee off the front of my shirt. It’s empty for a bit, just a gray sky, but then a shadow passes over us and I see it clearly for the first time. Nothing special, the dark gray scales indicate it’s probably from the mountains. But it’s smaller than I expected. Most dragons you fight are adults, but this one isn’t much larger than an elephant. I think it is anyway, hard to tell from the flyby.

Angie & Eddie So Angie stood up and made her way to Target. Passed the cart return, the shampoo bottles, the spa day bins with images of thin women relaxing. She went down the band-aid aisle, the cold medicine aisle, the muscle relaxants. She paused, facing a wall full of pads. She’d been in a slight daze, half convincing herself this wasn’t real, but not she had to focus because where the fuck were they? God, she wasn’t going to have to ask someone, was she?

Creative Nonfiction Portfolio In my dorm, the top left dryer doesn’t work. I’ve put wet laundry inside and returned to find wet laundry. After that, I avoided that dryer for weeks, until it was the only one available so I let it run through, figuring if it didn’t work there would be an open dryer by then. Lo and behold, my laundry remained wet. Have I reported it to the conveniently posted number hanging on the laundry room wall? Nope. Everyone seems aware it’s broken, someone must’ve reported it. And ultimately, we’ll live. But, that’s just a dryer. No one’s in any danger.

Immortal Souls The rain picked up. Back home, inside, I loved rain, but now I hated it. I pulled my hood up to cover my head and swung my backpack over my shoulder, moving off the bench and under an awning of a corner store. It was the kind of building that looked like it had been passed down between different owners, none of which bothered to change the old sign. An ancient hand-painted sign that said “Collier’s” was faded and mounted above a newer, stenciled sign that said “Watkin’s Market.” A glance around told me that Watkin’s was the name of the street, so, definitely not the most creative. It was advertising cheap cell phones and beer, so not much of a market either.

The Snow Queen Retelling "What’you suppose they are, demons or something? Goblins? Nothing like the ones at the church. That one looks like he can fly.” He stared at it, getting lost in the red of the glass, a color that stood out in the colorless castle. He hadn’t noticed it before. Or, he remembered, he’d thought it was stupid, that the colors gave him a headache. He’d never stopped to take them in, to look at how pretty the colors were when light shone through them.

Faye & Myra-- Summer Hangout I felt like crying, but that would be way worse right now and I couldn’t face it. I took a deep breath and pushed it away. I grabbed the few tintypes I’d taken out of the box, brought the box back, and purchased them. I went over to Olivia.

Layla In an instant, the numb feeling of being disconnected vanished, and panic rushed through me. Twitches underneath my eyes warned me that tears were coming, and then they did, filling my eyes and blurring the message. My mouth quivered, my breathing was speeding up. What was he doing? Couldn’t this be over? Hadn’t he gotten what he wanted?

Lialyn Lialyn was a kingdom of Mages. Every part of their lives had been shaped around the fact that everyone, from the rich to poor, learned magic. As the prince, he and his sister were expected to master as soon as possible. They were supposed to be superior in magic the way other countries had their royalty superior in swordfighting. Which meant that Sam had failed his family from the start.

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Warped Reality

Summary: Being a student at the Sanctum Sanctorum  is never easy, especially when there is a group of rogue sorcerers led  by a mad man on the lose. Rose (Michelle) and Rachel never thought their lives  could become any more chaotic. But when Rachel is given an assignment to  hunt down Amadeus Rainer, a rogue sorcerer from the Sanctum, their  lives both take a drastic turn. Besides a band of evil sorcerers, they  are pulled into the mission to retrieve an infinity stone with the  potential to open other realms. But while on this mission, past traumas  are reopened, powers rediscovered, and realities reshaped in ways that  both women never could have imagined. And with the help of a certain God  of Mischief, the three sorcerers run into an ancient prophecy that  could open up their universe to a villain that reshapes the  understanding of magic itself.

Chapter 3: Spectre

Amadeus stepped through the dark ringed portal. Average security was so easy to get past. He wore a gray t-shirt underneath a black hooded jacket. The hood he wore over his head and a mask over the lower half of his face. His black cargo held a pack of miniature arrows and a sheath for his dagger. A miniature crossbow was strapped to his forearm.

Security was heavy, or it would be if it were an average thief. Amadeus was no common thief. Bodyguards were armed with batons while others with automatic weapons. The place looked like a museum. Dark wood floors and cool gray walls. The ceilings were high and echoing. Artifacts and paintings decorated the halls. But this was no museum. It was a private facility for Wilson Fisk. No one had the strength or nerve to cross him. Things always changed.

He peeked over the corner as he closed in on his goal. Three guards stood in the large showroom. All armed to the teeth with MAC-10s. He was going to have to move fast. Act without hesitating. He loaded a small tranquilizer arrow into the crossbow. Amadeus swerved around the corner and fired the arrow. It flew into the neck of the closest man. His victim grabbed his neck and collapsed to the floor. The other two quickly turned and began to raise their weapons.

Amadeus reached out one hand while grabbing for his dagger with the other. From his extended hand shot forth a black, cloudy chain which wrapped around the gun of the farthest guard, jerking it away from his hands. He threw his dagger, plunging it into the second guard’s chest. Amadeus unleashed another ominous chain around the third guard’s arm, yanking him to the ground. He rushed to the grounded man, grabbed his head and bashed it into the floor. The man laid unconscious on the ground in front of him.

“What was that?” said a voice in the distance.

Acting on instinct, Amadeus produced a smoking bow and arrow in his hands. He drew back the arrow and waited for the next set of guards. He released the arrow as the first bit of reinforcements rounded the corner. The black arrow pierced the guard’s abdomen, making him double over and fall to the ground. Amadeus used his chain projection to pull his dagger back into his hand.

The other two guards were not fortunate enough to have firearms. Amadeus smiled underneath his mask. This was going to be easier than expected. He pulled what seemed like a short baton from his belt. Black smoke surrounded his baton, extending it into a bo staff. Less than a minute later, both men were on the floor curled in pain.

Amadeus walked slowly to the display closest to him. In the glass case was a small clear crystal. Inside the crystal swirled some sort of red smoke. An image of Rachel flashed in his head. Was she okay? No, he couldn’t think about that right now. He had to focus.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his sling ring. He swirled his fingers, projecting a black, smoky ringed portal. Reaching into the portal, he grabbed the rock from the display case. He tossed the rock up in the air and placed it in a pouch on his belt. Child’s play. He thought to himself.

He walked up to the blank wall. He removed his red and black glove, revealing his hand which was producing a black fog. He brought his hand around as the fog marked the wall like black ink. All he wrote was one word: Spectre.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞ ✵ vinyl and coffee — 27. Stranger

yn becomes a song writer and decides to write songs for their school's band; tomorrow x together. they have a special spot in hello future cafe to which yn considered it as their safe place — that is until the band starts hanging out there after their practices — the boy they have a crush on and who made them a song writer.

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a/n: this was supposed to have an awkward moment of tyun and yn but I want them together again for 'a future plan'

ꨄ︎ 3:28 pm

Yn entered Hello Future Cafe; their hands wrapped around a vinyl they bought front be music shop across the cafe. Immediately, they were greeted by the barista, Lee Jeno and the Baker, Mark Lee.

"Your usual, Lovelie?" Asked Chenle when he noticed their presence. Yn smiled and shook their head before their gaze lands on the vinyl they're holding onto.

"I'll be in and out- Also, may I have Kang Taehyun's order? I'm actually here to leave a gift for him." Stated yn as the employees smiled and nodded.

The anxious feeling filled yn's stomach as they pulled out a sticky note from their bag. They sat on Taehyun's table, the table against the wall with a painting of Moomin drinking the cafe's chocolate milk.

Yn's fingers wrapped around the blue colored gel pen before they think what to write. The Michael Jackson vinyl placed in front of them, on the table. They scribbled words on the sticky note, sadly smiling as they read the words they wrote.

They wished everything will go back to normal... Maybe, confess their real feelings to him as well. They just don't know how to do that, so for now, it's just baby steps.

They grabbed the vinyl and stuck the note in front of the cover. They stared at it before putting it back down.

"yn," they finched at Renjun's voice. The other laughed at their reaction. "Here's Kang Taehyun's usual order. Do you want us to tell you how he reacts if he sees your gift?"

Yn smiles at Renjun's offer, however, it's between him and them. Anyway, it's not like yn will stay, disguised as another person. Their hoodie's hood covered their head is most likely enough to cover their face.

"thank you, Renjun but I'll stay." Renjun nodded at them before he walks away. They stood from the table and walked to another table, far from where Taehyun can see them.

Minutes later, Kang Taehyun came into the cafe. His ash gray hair complimented the all black outfit he has on. His smile greeted the employees as he makes his way to his table. Yn put on their hood as they watched.

Meanwhile, Taehyun stared at the vinyl and coffee on his table. The yellow sticky note stood out with the addition of the words and a little doodle scribbled on it. The coffee which is his favorite was placed next to the vinyl.

Taehyun picks up the vinyl and pulls the sticky note away. The covered face of Michael Jackson showed and it brought a smile on Taehyun's lips. He takes a seat and reads the note. It says;

Hello, Tyunnie :)

I'm sorry about our awkward encounters and how everything is just so awkward after that day. I wish everything will get back to normal after we make up. I just feel like you're a stranger now and I feel bad because I'm the reason to that. I hope you like the vinyl and coffee :)

- dj Lovelie ( ◜‿◝ )♡

Taehyun couldn't help but smile. Even if he was hurt, a little part of him hoped everything will go back to normal. He kisses the sticky note before he stuck it on the vinyl again.

Even if he was rejected, he couldn't move on. He has blamed himself for being arrogant and couldn't control his jealousy. He never thought about yn's actual feelings and that's what drove him mad.

Repeatedly reading the sticky note gave him a thought that he can fix again. This time, with more care and consideration.

He kept reading the sticky note until he realized that receiving a vinyl and coffee felt like deja vu. He's experienced it twice... Was the first time DJ Lovelie too?

Whoever it was, whenever it was- the pair is hopeful again. They just needed time.

[fandomizer]

Title : Sing With Me

Ticci Toby x Singer! Reader

Song : Somebody That I Used To Know - Gotye

Type: Fluff

In this [Y/N]'s 22 and Toby's 23

[Y/N] singin': Italic

Toby singin' : Bold

Both

The calender was showing 31st October and it was half-past eleven in the evening. When the last half an hour before twelve am passes, not only it was going to finish the day but also the year. The street was shining with the night clubs' lights. And also was full with the songs that came from the night clubs and people's voices that were just passing by.

And in one of the night clubs that was not fancy much, there was sitting a young woman, that was around her early twenties (twenty-one to be exact). She was wearing a black jumpsuit and navy-blue converse. Moreover she had black painted nails and eyeliner and last but not least darkish black lipstick.

She was holding her whisky glass on her left hand, swirling her drink a little bit. And at the same time she was straightening her ring (that appears to look like a gas-masked face) on her index finger, with the thumb of her right hand.

Her eyes were wondering around the bar's entrance in hopes of seeing her boyfriend with the guitar cases. He went to take them from the truck twenty-seven minutes ago and from then no sound were heard from him. But she didn't make a big deal out of it because they've parked the car a little bit far away from the nigh club. As the park area was full with the other people's cars.

She turned her head to the stage to see who was performing when she heard a sweet tone of a piano. She took a sip from her bourbon and contiuned to listen the performance while waiting for her boyfriend.

In twenty-five minutes the stage was going to be all hers and her boyfriend's and this was so important for both of them because they were going to sing the last song before the count down. They were going to be the stars of the night in this night club.

She sensed someone sat down on the bar stool next to hers and put something on the bar counter. She turned to her left to see who could this stranger be. When she saw her boyfriend instead of a stranger her eyes twinkled with love in the same way as his.

He had brown eyes, dark brown hair like chocolate and pale skin (almost greyish). The scar on his left cheek was covered with a band aid. He was wearing one of his favorite hoodies that his girlfriend bought at his birthday, its color was black with a navy blue-hood and because of his CIPA, his girlfriend made him wear a black sweatshirt inside of his hoodie to keep him warm.

The thing on the bar counter was one of the guitar cases he went to bring and the other one was on his right hand. His hands were also bandaged due to the fact that he was chewing on them out of stress recently. Besides all this things, he was holding a dark-gray jacket on his left arm.

"Hi [Y/N]!" he said with a cheerful tone.

"Hi Toby!" [Y/N] said with a tone that matches with his. Then continued "What do you got there babe?"

"What? Oh... You mean this?" he asked while holding out the jacket for her to take. She nodded then reached out to take the jacket from him. But he retract the item before she could take. He stood up from the bar stool and put the case on his right hand to the ground then got behind her and laid the jacket on her shoulders. The warmth of the jacket spread all over her at the very second it came contact with her bare shoulders. She didn't know she was cold, before Toby wrapped it around her.

"I've found this in the car. I think you forgot it." he let out a short but a cute chuckle. "I thought you were the one who always gets worried about the warmth of others, so that's why you always care about me and my temperature. But you know what they say babe 'The shoemaker's son always goes barefoot'." he said while twitching here and there.

[Y/N]'s face became red, since she got embarrassed from his 'innocent' words. So in attempt to cover her red face she embraced the jacket closer to herself then said "Oh, shut up now!" with a light punch at the end.

He sent her a smirk after sitting back down on his seat. "You know that I can't feel pain, right?" he asked.

"Of course, I know it dummy. You're my boyfriend after all. But for your information I wasn't trying to hurt you at the first place." she said with a soft smile on her face that meant she was only joking around.

"Yeah, I know it. I know that you don't have any bad intentions." he said while twitching at the beginning and the end of his sentence.

After that they fell in a comfortable silence and listened the new song that was playing on the stage. Along the line, they were drinking their liquors and making comments about the singer on the stage here and there. They only had five minutes left before their own show, so they got up to prepare for the show.

[Y/N] took the case on the counter with her right hand whilst Toby took the one on the floor in his left hand. They've taken a few steps before interlocking their empty hands together. Then they continued to make their way to near the stage.

When they were there, the one who was singing was about to finish their performance. So, they took their guitars from their causes as fast as they could. [Y/N] had a black and white colored electric guitar. Whilst Toby had an acoustic guitar.

People in the bar were clapping the last performer. When [Y/N] and Toby got on the stage. They sent each other 'ready' looks and then took a deep breath.

'Here goes nothing.' they both thought and Toby started the song with his guitar then [Y/N] carried on with the lyrics and a few notes when it came to her part.

Now and then I think of when we were together

Like when you said you felt so happy you could die

The lovers looked at each other's eyes with love. Lots of love.

Told myself that you were right for me

But felt so lonely in your company

But that was love and it's an ache I still remember

This time Toby perpetuated, just like they've been practising.

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness

Like resignation to the end

Always the end

Have they ever taken their eyes off of the other's?

So when we found that we could not make sense

Well you said that we would still be friends

But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over

No, they haven't. At the moment the only thing they saw was each other. They were keeping each other calm. If one of them weren't there the other one would screw up already.

But you didn't have to cut me off

Make out like it never happened

And that we were nothing

And I don't even need your love

But you treat me like a stranger

And that feels so rough

You didn't have to stoop so low

Have your friends collect your records

And then change your number

I guess that I don't need that though

Now you're just somebody that I used to know

Yeah, this song could be a song of a broken relationship. But in the very second, it was embittering their fire of love for each other just like whenever and whatever they do  together.

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over

But had me believing it was always something that I'd done

And I don't wanna live that way

Reading into every word you say

You said that you could let it go

And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know...

Some people were in awe with [Y/N]'s and Toby's look for each other.

But you didn't have to cut me off

Make out like it never happened

And that we were nothing

Their voices were like puzzle pieces.

And I don't even need your love

But you treat me like a stranger

And that feels so rough

Completing each other. Like there were no other things that completed each other in this wide universe.

You didn't have to stoop so low

Have your friends collect your records

And then change your number

I guess that I don't need that though

Now you're just somebody that I used to know

Somebody

I used to know

Somebody

Now you're just somebody that I used to know

Somebody

I used to know

Somebody

Now you're just somebody that I used to know

I used to know

That I used to know

I used to know

Somebody...

The crowd's amazed silence interrupted by a clap then another and another until the whole crowd was clapping. And an addition to this there were whistles here and there.

Toby and [Y/N] looked at each other with love in their eyes and genuine smiles on their lips. They were so happy to be able to complete their performance without any mistakes. And with a nod they've decided they've deserved a few drinks for their good performance, so they went towards the bar counter. And when they did so, the count down has started.

10...

They ordered tequila for themselves.

6...

5...

They've both taken their shots. Whilst the crowd was counting down from three to zero.

3...

They both turned to each other, for only their eyes to meet.

2...

They both took a step forward, towards the other one.

1...

They were so close to one another. As were their lips. They couldn't help themselves, when their lips found each other, before the timer had the chance to find its zero.

0

The crowd erupted with cheers and fireworks. But the couple didn't give a damn about it. Because their eyes only new one another's, the only sounds their ears new were their heart beats and their voices, the only thing they could taste was each other, throught their lips.

Obviously, this wasn't their first kiss and it wasn't going to be the last one too. But it never changed the way they kissed. All of their kisses held the same passion, same love towards each other. This has always been this way, and always will be.

Because the thing between them was not a teenager love, they weren't playing games, indeed they were madly in love.