#piano lover till the day i die

[xhollowfaerie]

silverv drabbles #6

a/n: a little sequel to #5, a lotta (unspoken) feels; here are two beautiful Never Fade Away piano covers on yt that I love <3

warnings: mention of physical abuse, abusive parents (gdi this is like a universal passive for anything related to my V's past)

- Some days later, Peralez residence.

“May I?” “Oh, of course. Go right ahead. Didn’t strike me as a pianist.” “It was a pipe dream, a lifetime ago.”

Something nipped at Johnny’s heart. Of course. He remembered how much she’d wanted to play guitar; how she was always humming. He even caught her singing once or twice, and fell for her voice much harder than he’d ever care to admit.

Her parents had turned her into their own little Renaissance kid - he’d never fail to be impressed and angered all the same to hell and back on her behalf at just how many things she’d been trained to be excellent at, just how much bullshit they’d drilled into her. Piano had been one of them; Johnny had never seen a ten year old play the piano as expertly as he had seen in her memories. Her skills had hit pro before she’d even turned 18, but she could never shake the wishful thinking that she’d play an electric guitar one day. And even with the amount of times her parents had slammed the fall board against her fingers for even the smallest mistake, she’d still grown to love it, in a bittersweet way. With a heavy feeling, Johnny finally came to realize that had been the only type of love she’d ever known - conditional, having to fight tooth and nail for any semblance of it, and filled to the brim with pain.

His eyes widened as her fingers glazed over the keys with a ghost of a smile; he recognized the tune immediately; heart threatening to leap out of his chest at the rush of emotions crashing into him.

Never Fade Away. But in the most heartbreakingly beautiful piano rendition he couldn’t have ever even dared to imagine.

Valerie lifted her eyes to glance at him as she played, giving him a genuine smile as the tears shined in her eyes without ever rolling down. She blinked through the dampness, moving her eyes to look out the beautiful penthouse windows of the Peralez apartment as she swayed atop the stool, closing her eyes for the remainder of the song as it neared its end. If she glanced at Johnny, she knew she would burst into tears; worse, she feared he might be able to hear her thoughts, much too melancholic and enamoured than either of them were comfortable acknowledging; she’d, rather shyly, attempt to show him a fraction of a fraction of it through the slow dance of her fingers atop the keys.

“An original? I don’t recognize that one” Elizabeth mused. V’s fingers lightly concluded her performance with a pianissimo scaling of the keyboard, delaying for just a few moments before playing the last note.

“You could say that. Not mine, though-” Johnny glitched in to lean against the piano, earning a playful scolding stare from her- “a very close friend’s.” He took his sunglasses off, letting out a deep breath before taking her aback with the most intimate intensity in his eyes, one she’d never felt before.

Maybe the things she meant to tell him through the piano reached him after all. Who knows if either of them would ever find the courage to say them out loud.

In an attempt to cut through the thick tension between them, she gave him a wink and stole his sunglasses, placing them atop her head as she followed Elizabeth, grabbing his arm and pulling him after her.

[doki-doki-imagines]

Who falls for the mistletoe trick? feat. mk1 Liu Kang, Johnny Cage, Tomas, Mileena, Kuai Liang

author note: another severe case of "I'll die if I don't post them today" LOL. Hope you'll like them!

Liu Kang -He falls for it. -For real? The creator of this timeline didn't expect a mistletoe from his partner at the entrance of their shared house? -Yes, Liu Kang knew from day one that this would happen, and he waited, breath itching and hands tingling in front of the doorstep each day since December started. -You point up, a knowing smirk on your face and Liu Kang acts surprised, white eyes widening a bit before looking down at you. "What a surprise, dear one." His voice is steady, like always, but your ears twitch, a mischievous undertone you can hear thanks to the time you spent together. "You knew this would happen right?" You said now in his open arms, steps lulling you, door closing thanks to Liu Kang's graceful kick. "Maybe" He looks up smiling like a fool "Now it is time to celebrate traditions." -You are the first to get closer, your lips pressed against his soft ones, his right hand finding peace in the back of your head, pushing you closer, the other on your lower back, moving in slow circle, his fire slowly enveloping you, his tattoos hidden under the bandages glowing faintly. -Liu Kang loves Earthrealm traditions.

Johnny Cage -He doesn't fall for it, but you do for sure. -Not like you had any chance when all the ceiling is filled with mistletoes. -He welcomes you with open arms, smiling from one ear to the other knowing perfectly well that you won't avoid celebrating the tradition. -He asks for a kiss each step you make, they are fast, simple smacks. -Till, one step at a time, the back of Johnny hits the table, your body now laying on his one, not a single breath of air to separate your bodies. -His kisses trail down your neck, his moist lips leaving you warm all over, his right hand lifting one of your legs. -It's time to take the matter in a more comfortable place… -Bonus: How could you not expect Johnny to have mistletoe-themed boxers? "Since you have been so loyal to the tradition it would be bad to break them now, no kitty?" He says smirking, while you don't know if you wanna die or laugh at the situation.

Tomas Vrbada -He falls for it! Congrats, it's not easy to surprise a ninja. -Tomas knows what a mistletoe means, he remembers when he watched with his sister Christmas movies, disgust plastered on his face. -Tomas feels giddy, a warmth that envelopes him completely. -He feels like a fool, a dumb kid during Christmas, a giggle escapes his mouth "So, don't I get a kiss?" His arms are open. -'It should be the other way around' you think, but it doesn't develop further, more excited to kiss your lover. -He is so overjoyed his legs become jelly, Tomas could only dream of being so loved by someone. -A simple gesture that brought him immense joy, fingers tapping on your back, playing your skin like a piano. -"Why so happy Tomas? Did I do something funny?" You question, lips barely apart. "You just reminded me of happy memories." He replies, hands now steady on your hips, grey eyes twinkling with joy.

Mileena -She…doesn't fall for it. Not because she knows what a mistletoe hanging from the ceiling means, but because of her observation skill. -"Dear, why there is a plant on the ceiling?" Voice rasped, head bending slightly. "Well, it's a long story…" -You explain to her what it means, never looking at her in the eyes, worried she find the tradition (and you) stupid. -She smiles, 'thank god' you think, her plush lips finding yours before you can finish the explanation, making you stutter. The kiss is fast and for sure not satisfying, leaving you aching for more. -"Is this fine, dove?" her arms lay on your shoulders, keeping your bodies close, lips so close, but also so far away… "I think I'll have to show you how to do this, Empress" You finally close the distance, courage finally sparked your soul. Mileena grunts, a shiver runs down her spine thanks to her fave honorific. -You didn't exchange just one kiss that day.

Kuai Liang: -He totally did notice the mistletoe but also doesn't know the meaning behind it so he just walks by. -"Ah, mister! Stop right there" Index finger touching his chest, hidden by so many layers of clothing "It's time to pay up." one hand caresses his cheek, while the other glides in his onyx locks, smirk plastered on your face. -But…he doesn't move? His brown eyes look at you questioning. "So you don't know about the mistletoe tradition, mh baby?" "Care to explain, fireball?" His eyebrows furrow, way more focused than he needs to be. -And so you do, looking at his face getting softer and softer at each phrase, just to end up snickering, a familiar sparkle in his brown eyes. -"You really find any occasion to get a kiss from me." "Are you saying you'd rather not?" You pull away, watching him in fake annoyance, eyes glued to his to notice if he takes the bait. -He does, a kiss fierce as he is, a kiss that leaves you breathless but that you wish it to be neverending. -"Is this fine?" Kuai Liang asks, a hint of jolly in his voice. "Yeah, but I think you should do that again, you know, just to be su-" -You won't need to finish the phrase.

[hauntingsoundtracks]

List of titles

To make the search on the blog easier, I've compiled a list of the movies, shows, etc that have at least one music here. I'll do my best to keep it updated as I add more.

Unfortunately tumblr won't let me publish a post with so many links, so I'm unable to add a link to each corresponding tag.

See the list under the cut :

List of movies / animated movies : 12 Monkeys 28 Days Later 2001: A Space Odyssey 9 1/2 Weeks The Abyss The Addams Family Akira Alien Aliens American Beauty Arizona Dream Babe Baby Driver Basic Instinct Batman Returns Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice La Belle et la Bête / Beauty And The Beast (1946) Billy Elliot Black Swan Blade Runner Blade Runner 2049 Blood Simple Blue Velvet Bram Stoker's Dracula Brazil The Breakfast Club Bridget Jones's Diary Candyman Carrie Casper Christine Le Cinquième Elément / The Fifth Element La Cité des enfants perdus / The City Of Lost Children Clockwork Orange The Company Of Wolves Le Comte de Monte Cristo / The Count of Monte Cristo (2024) Conan The Barbarian Coraline Corpse Bride The Craft Crash Crimes Of The Future Crimson Peak The Crow Dancer In The Dark Daredevil (2003) Dark City The Dark Crystal Darkman Dawn Of The Dead Day Of The Dead The Dead Zone Death Proof Devdas Die Hard Dirty Dancing Divine Intervention Dr. Strangelove Donnie Darko Drive Dune (1984) Dune (2021) Edward Scissorhands The Elephant Man Escaflowne Escape From New-York Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind Excalibur The Exorcist Fargo Fast Times At Ridgemont High Firestarter Flashdance The Fly For A Few Dollars More The Frighteners From Dusk Till Dawn From Hell Full Metal Jacket The Full Monty Gattaca Get Out Ghost Ghostbusters Ghost In The Shell A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night The Goonies Le Grand Bleu / The Big Blue Gremlins Groundhog Day Halloween The Hateful Eight Hellraiser Hereditary Der Himmel über Berlin / Wings Of Desire The Hobbit : An Unexpected Journey Home Alone Hook Howl's Moving Castle The Hunger The Hunger Games The Hunger Games : Catching Fire The Hunger Games : Mockingjay Part 1 The Hunger Games : Mockingjay Part 2 Indiana Jones And The Raiders Of The Lost Ark The Innocents Interstellar Interview With The Vampire In The Mood For Love I Saw The TV Glow Jane Eyre (1996) Jane Eyre (2011) Jaws Je vais bien ne t'en fais pas / Don't Worry I'm Fine Jumanji Jurassic Park Kill Bill vol. 1 & 2 Ladyhawke The Land Before Time Last Night In Soho Låt den Rätte Komma In / Let The Right One In Legend Leon The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou The Lighthouse Lisa Frankenstein Little Miss Sunshine Little Shop of Horrors Little Women (1994) The Lord Of The Rings : The Fellowship Of The Ring The Lord Of The Rings : The Two Towers The Lord Of The Rings : The Return Of The King The Lost Boys The Lovely Bones Mad Max Fury Road Maleficent Mandy The Matrix Maxxxine Melancholia Microcosmos Midnight Express Midsommar The Mission Moonrise Kingdom Moulin Rouge! Mulholland Drive Near Dark The Neverending Story The Nightmare Before Christmas A Nightmare On Elm Street Nikita Nope North By Northwest Nosferatu (2024) O Brother, Where Art Thou? Oldboy The Omen Once Upon A Time In The West Only Lovers Left Alive Oppenheimer The Others Out Of Rosenheim / Bagdad Café Pan's Labyrinth Le Père Noël est une ordure / Santa Claus is a Stinker Perfect Blue Perfume : The Story Of A Murderer Phantom Of The Paradise Phenomena Philadelphia Pi The Piano Pink Floyd The Wall Platoon Poltergeist Portrait de la jeune fille en feu / Portrait Of A Lady On Fire Practical Magic Predator The Prestige Pride And Prejudice The Princess Bride Princess Mononoke Prince of Darkness Le Professionnel / The Professional Prometheus Psycho Pulp Fiction Queen Of The Damned Ravenous Re-Animator Repo! The Genetic Opera Requiem For A Dream Reservoir Dogs Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves Robocop The Rocky Horror Picture Show Le Roi et l'oiseau / The King And The Mockingbird Romeo + Juliet Rosemary’s Baby

See the rest in Part 2

[libidomechanica]

But al for no man thine antique pen; him in pearl

I wend, my piteous plight berries.     What dostow at my feet. Once upon his lips; and lying     at my place. The same film

over in terror liker and     monogrammed watching a prayers there want our own freedom     for? She canno’ stand, gently

postpone, until morning away     from her lovers on the way, her, piano, and which,     like a young star who shone

o’er life,—so I, with many a     myrie wol I fonde. Clumps of my purpos, why I tolde no lenger     speke. Could it look surprised

that can ne’er a flowers of     this well as I may but die ye must quicken, so effectually     is out, the fingers

the poet’s pages. Which in     the Fire—even These unto Themselves reap glory is shed.     From isolation to

the narrow aisle no matter     who knows!—Where these good of grass my table-cloth, in open-     air, on Sunium or

Hymettus, like an egg, every day     till the day, you thumbed, the tubes and heard the clay adhered to.     I will pay you in words

to discerne their office; yet no     more authority. Of Adeline was like a flower!     After thy though I hadde

he dampnėd weddyng in all thought,     suddenly in myn housbonde for beauty also seem’d to     foregone Reproach abode

not by him; and upon the phone.     But al for no man thine antique pen; him in pearl. As     tyranny of all posterity

that I might life is dreary,     he cometh not grace may make thyn herte for the rites; the     hole, ’ would understand. I

never things, or too high bred to     claim his pryde, from before either to Rowhampton gate! What     end? Clad in arms wherein

the room with still! Face no more     infantine in her pure Beauty with they had sailed across the     children of Mercy open’d

into bed, the crowd, yet ne’er     renew her transport He wiped his soule Diggon, I see!     Righteous, were the galwes!

[huniebunny]

Hello!! I am here for a creepypasta match-up!!

First of all, before you do this, make sure you are healthy. Not hungry, thirsty, tired or stressed. Do not force yourself to do this request ^^ Right, here we go!

1. Prefered nicknames: - Babe / Baby - Honey - Sweetheart

2. Pronouns and age: - She/ her

- 18 and above mate!

3. Romantic Orientation - Heterosexsual

4. Appereance: - Imma just put a drawing of me heh

[ My hair is dark brown and eyes are the same color :D ]

5. Anything else:

- Personality- + witty + Independent + smart + Emotionally strong + a bit gullible I have a bit of an anger issue too. My friends describe me as the little sister and the big sister of the group. Kinda like, a dom with a sub personality? Yeah. I can be the mom sometimes tho. A bit complicated to be described? Yes, unless you really know me well. I can be protective if it is triggered. Creative, friendly and dark. I get dark when I feel like it. Saying I wanna die? I will. Feeling like to kick a ball to someones’s fence? Maybe would do it. When stressed, as in, very stressed I have a tendency to just, ignore my needs. I get very self distructive baby~ Can I be calm instead of energetic? i can!! Actually, i am most of the time :P I have body dysmorphia and general anxiety hehe. It triggers me when I am in a crownd of people? Am I agoraphobic as well? Not sure. BUT, I have trypophobia and atychiphobia (irrational and persistent fear of failing) I have a habit of holding back my feelings instead of taking it out. I tend to not care if I am angry or sad if I am busy tbh. It’s just that, I don’t see why i should even care about it? I care more fore others than myself. But, I am glad that my friends are helping me pvercome this problem of mine ^^ -General stuff- I am fond of coffee and tea, very. Also fond of people taller than me hahah. I love to study!! Reading, writing, piano playing, drawing, studying and archery are my fav hobbies. I love vibing to songs and slightly swaying my body to it. Classical, swing, rock, name the genre and I would listen to it. Fact: I watch BTS, K-drama, Minecraft youtubers and anime. I have a favoutite jacket, it’s dark blue in color, Airism, Uniqlo. I just- i get uncomfortable slighty when without it.

What do I look for in someone to love? How do i act with someone I love? Love language? I would look for someone who is both intellegent yet challenging. Someone who is patient, open-minded and witty. Charming, wether naturally or intentionally, I don’t care haha. When I love someone, I literally would listen to them and their problems and such. I would care for them a lot. My love language is quality time and physical touch. I would love to spend time with my s/o. I get lonely- ok, truth to be told, I am always lonely and it feels normal to me, so, if I am without my s/o most of the time, I wouldn’t mind. But, it would make me happy if he makes up for it in anyway. Cuddling is a fav. Kiss me till i fall asleep or something. Just love me in anyway, when you can :] Make me feel great if you don’t mind-

That’s all! Hope it is not too much!! DO NOT PRESSURE YOUR SELF HSHSHSH. HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY AND TAKE CARE!!

-noonie-

You’re Matched With…

Brian Thomas/Hoodie !!!

What's your relationship to them?

Lover | Friend | Family | Acquaintance | Annoyance | Rival | Enemy

How did you meet?

He managed to get away from the group for a moment at some small, hole-in-the-wall café. He was only going to get something to walk out with, when he heard the strangest argument. He peeked over his shoulder to see you and your friend arguing over whether you deserved some help. He ordered and figured he’d make himself a little friendly while he waited.

First impressions?

He thought the argument was interesting, and almost familiar to a memory he can’t quite grasp. Sure, he was a little weird about just walking up to your table, but he just wanted to find out what exactly was happening. When he heard you were refusing help, he lightly flicked your forehead. “Stop that. Get some help.”

General Dynamic:

It’s not often he gets to see you again, but whenever he’s in your area, he looks for you first.

And you better be glad he thinks you’re cute because your self-deprecation and self-destruction weighs something heavy on his heart.

He’ll literally pick you up out of your comfortable spot without a care if you’re still working. You will take care of yourself when he’s around.

Any chance he gets, he holds you close to his side as if to protect you.

And you can almost swear you can hear his heartbeat through your shoulder.

He’ll sit back and watch as you dive into your interests. He loves the passion that fills your eyes when doing the things you love.

It doesn’t take long for him to love you, and every part of you.

Nor does it take long for him to confess through whispering his eternity against your neck, voice in a low drawl.

TMI:

And that’s something he does a lot. Whispers to you, like everything he could possibly say is meant for your ears only.

He’ll press his lips against your skin, anywhere he can reach, and he’ll whisper about everything and nothing at once. (Bonus points that you allow him to do so some place you’re insecure about)

He mutters how beautiful you are like it’s a blessing. A prayer treasonous to his loyalty for his boss.

He both holds you tight and keeps you far out of harm’s way.

And during those cold nights when you're asleep and he has to leave, he makes sure your jacket smells like him. He lays it over your shoulders to wake up to him still.

Other notes:

I’ve always pictured Brian to be the most passionate romantically out of the group. He’s charming and more awake than Tim/Masky, and can keep his head cool in most cases than Toby and Kate. He wants you near, but he has to keep you safe too.

[who-ever-said-i-was-nice]

Hi! I like your writing so much 🥰🥰🥰. How incredible they are! So, I have a resquest about how Napoleon, Mozart, Leo, Comte,Vincent, Will ( sorry if it is too much) react to a MC who is taller than them 😂😂😂 ( like her height is 185cm) and how they fall in love with her. Thank you so much ☺️☺️☺️

Ah girl. I'm sorry for taking so damn long. I am buried under so much work, but now I have a few minutes to spare so I decided to finish this for you. I hope you enjoy and It was worth your wait. Love you and thanks again.! Here is the part 2!

Napoleon

    Napoleon was strolling around the mansion one evening. It had been a surprisingly good day. He want out with Isaac and taught the children, he sparred with Jean. It was fulfilling. He walked passed the Door, but when he got to the end of the corridor he heard something. He turned around and hurried back, only to find..nothing. He looked both ways and was ready to dismiss it, but then he heard a small sniffle come from behind an open door a little down the hall. He opened it to reveal a very beautiful girl. And she was so tall, which only added to her beauty.He, Napoleon, The nightmare of Europe, The emperor of France, felt like the wind had been knocked out of his lungs. He quickly recomposed himself and glanced back to the woman who looked about ready to cry. He closed the door and took her hand. "Why are you hiding behind a door? Everything's alright you don't need to hide. And - he paused a little - please don't cry nunuche. He smiled at the woman and extended a hand.She took it without much hesitation. "Can I have your name?" he questioned, looking slightly up to gaze into her E/C colored eyes. " Y/n" she responded rather timidly and Napoleon felt his heart flutter.                                                                                                                                           -------------------Time skip to two weeks in-----------------     

       Napoleon still felt an odd stirring feeling whenever Y/n was around. Fortunately he had now realized why. He had fallen in love with her. He wanted to tell her, he really did, but he couldn't figure out how. One cold winter night he plucked up the courage to tell you, which was a lot harder then he would have thought. He walked out into the garden looking for a very specific flower. Finally he found it. An Algerian Iris.

He picked it with careful hands and hurried to Y/n's room. He got there and swallowed hard before knocking on her door. Y/n opened it and stared down at the man. He cleared his throat. " Y/n, I know I haven't known you for too long, but I can't suppress these feeling anymore. Over the past month you have always been there for me. We laughed together, shared memories together and even made new ones. Your smile always lights up the world and no matter what happens I want you to remember, I love you." He smiled up at Y/n. Tears of happiness streamed down her face. He offered her the tiny flower. She held it with such gentleness, as if it could shatter at any moment. She then embraced her lover as she sobbed. Napoleon hugged her back, his face buried in her neck. He urged her to lean down a bit and he kissed her. She kissed back smiling into it.

Mozart

    Mozart sat alone in his room. A thousand thoughts swirling in his mind, as he tried so desperately to perfect his new masterpiece. His skilled hands glided over the keys gracefully. Suddenly he was pulled out of his thoughts by the loud noises coming from the dining room. He got up. Annoyed at all of the residents for ruining his concentration. He walks out of the room in a hurry.  When he makes it there, he turns the corner ready to throw an insult at them, however the words die in his throat as his eyes land on the tall figure standing in the middle of the room.  He's baffled at how tall that woman was. He quickly composed himself and walked over to her. The closer he got, the more he noticed about her. The way her eyes sparkled as she talked to the residents, how she would bring her hand up to her mouth when she laughed, the sway of her hair, the way she shifted her way fro one long leg to the other. But most importantly, he noticed her eyes dart around a little when looking down, as if she was afraid of something. Mozart, however could not put his finger on it. He was soon spotted by the infamous flirt, Arthur. " Mozart! Our loved composer. Come over here don't be shy." he flashed his boyish grin and Mozart made a small noise of irritation, but cam up to her. " Hello, I am Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, composer" He looked up to find her eyes shining with excitement. "Hello! I'm Y/n. It's a pleasure to meat you! I love your music and..." She just kept going, rambling about how amazing he and his music was. Mozart will never admit it, but it warmed his frozen heart. As he watched her talk all he could think about was: ' You innocent, little lamb. Where you the one I was missing? I didn't even know I was missing something till now. Someday, somehow I will make you mine'          

                   -------------------Time skip to two weeks in----------------- 

        Mozart was playing the piano, channeling all his anger into it. He missed a note and jumped up immediately. He was angry and sad, but worst of all he felt betrayed. He banged his fists against the wall as tears streamed down his face. He didn't want to cry. He fought with all his might. but the river just kept flowing. He could not have her, he could not. That was the truth. He heard a small knock on the door. He yelled an angry 'go away', but the door opened anyway. In stepped Y/n. When she spotted him, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion and worry. She hurried over to his side and placed a delicate hand on his back. Mozart tried to trow a sarcastic comment her way, or at least push her or get her away from him, but he was rooted to the spot, crying his eyes out in front of this sweet, little lamb. " Wolf? What happened? Why do you cry?" her voice was cracking with worry and fear. Mozart lifted his head from the wall, but did not meat her eye. Instead he starred at the ceiling and spoke in and unusually quite voice. " That man...downtown. He had his arm around you....I didn't know you had a lover." He finally looked at her, only to find an expression of shock on her face. " You mean the man that walked up behind me, put his arm around me and attempted to flirt, only to get punched by Jean?" Now it was his turn to be surprised. However he could tell she spoke the truth. Had he watched a little longer he would have seen it all happen, but he was consumed by his emotions and as his anger turned to a forte, he could not look anymore.      Everything slowed down. It was a peculiar feeling. It seem like all noise had been muffled and all the thing and events faded. She smiled. A soft, sweet smile. She reached up and gently whipped his tears. She found his jealousy a bit childish, but she knew that she loved him and she would have broken down too. She understood and so she could accept. Mozart's eyes softened as he gazed into her smiling eyes and basked in her tender touch. They both moved at the same time and met in the middle. It was a sweet and gentle kiss filled with love.

Leo

      Leonardo da Vinci. The renaissance mastermind.That is what people called him, or so he had been informed by Sebastian. He always thought long and hard about that. He had invented and created a lot of things, yes, but he was not always certain he deserved that title. A nagging fear always crept up on him. Was he really that special? Was he worth it at all. After all, he faked his death. He lied to all those who adore him now. He did not deserve anything in his mind. And even if he did, he could not keep it forever. Time kills everything he loves. The people he cared for turned to dust in his hand and the hand on the clock just kept ticking. On and on and on. For eternity. He shivered and set the pocket-watch he had been fixing down. He needed some air. And a cigarillo. As he wandered the corridors he heard a bang coming from the direction of the magical door. Curious, he walked towards it only to find a simply ethereal woman standing and yanking at the doorknob. He walked up to her. " Can I help you Cara mia?" She spun around with a glare on her face looking ready to fight, but she relaxed when she saw that the man standing in front of her was not a threat.

                  -------------------Time skip to two weeks in-----------------            

       Over the course of  the week, Leo found himself enjoying her company more and more. The truth was, that he had caught feeling for her. She had beautiful h/l h/c hair and e/c eyes that sparkled every time she talked about something she liked. Not to mention, she was tall. Really tall. Taller then him actually. And he loved that. He thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world. Whenever she wore her 21st century pants or skirts you could see her lovely long legs. However he tried to push these things away. He could not harbor feeling for a woman he knew he was going to loose. He could not control or tolerate the ace in his heart every time she would pass him by, or help him with something. Unfortunately, he knew that if he gave in he would hurt a thousand times more.     It was 12 o'clock at night and he could not fall asleep. Well not that he was trying to hard. He got up and decided to walk around the mansion. As he passed Mozart's door he heart Y/n's small sobs. He stopped dead in his tracks and listened. He couldn't hear what she was saying, but he caught a few words. ".. Can't have him......doesn't love me....I'm too tall" Those words where like an electric shock to him. He could make out Mozart comforting you and another voice that he believed was Jean, but he couldn't concentrate. It felt as if the whole world caved in on him. He was selfish. He had chosen his comfort over your and now this was the price he had to pay. He should have known. The bill comes due. Always! He pulled himself together the best he could and knocked on the door. Everything went silent. Mozart opened the door, looking even more pale then usual. He was about to shut the door in his face when Y/n soft voice rang out. "Don't, it's alright. I will talk to him" Jean looked ready to protest, but he let her go anyway. The stood facing each other in the hall. Leo looking slightly up to meat her teary eyes. He reached up and wiped her face. He met her gaze once again and whispered: "I'm so sorry." He pulled her in and kissed her with everything he had. Pouring all the hurt, denial, pain and love he felt. She kissed back with just as much passion. Finally he had to pull away for air. He looked back at her again." Don't ever say, you are too tall, mia bella"

As you can see, it got really long. Idk if this is what you had in mind, but yeah. I will do the other half and maybe other residents too, because this was really fun. Once again thank you for your patience and have an amazing day/night.tags: @nad-zeta @dazaiswindow @blu-tigerr @jeanstan @ichigoamamiya @shookspearewrites @chaotic-coyote I ummm taggd you guys here, idk if you want me to tag you again next time or you want me to stop, ummmm tell me i don't really know how this works so if this is not how I'm supposed to do it, tell me. I appreciate it😅

[kazewhara]

i really enjoy corpse party, it made me anxious playing it and i fucking hated how the layout would change every chapter but it's a classic and it has a little special place in my heart nonetheless. however, the anatomy in it is awful. like, gore-wise. i would go on a rant about how the developers should've looked into the internal anatomy of a human but i think i'd get sort of gorey quickly and i don't want anybody to be triggered.

i also loved the concept of cat in the box! the feelings that it gave were so amazing when i played it. like how a game builds up hope and foundation only for at the very end to crush it and leave you with nothing but shock if you make the wrong decision?  amazing. i live for that. i haven't finished playing OFF but i love it already.

oh!! and ann! i loved the nostalgia it gave me, it reminded me of ib a whole lot but made me cry so much harder. it reminded me of my parents and when she covered her ears to block out the yelling that was when the dams broke. but i FUCKING LOVE SECURITY WITH MY WHOLE HEART  OH MY GOD. security and garry:..,:():;@?:7,):@;!!/'vnb?!?!?? I LOVE THEM. i love their personalities and how logical they are. but also how they protected ann and ib!?!?!?  head in hands. i miss them.

i think it'd be good to end this off with omori. i really love the characters, specifically kel. i love the little details to his character, and how it's (very heavily) implied that he bottles up his emotions. example, whenever hero does his little special moves when kel is depressed or enraged, instead of being sad or mad he goes straight to neutral. also, when aubrey pushed basil into the lake and kel got into an argument with her, hero pushed it off as "oh kel and aubrey are arguing again, just like the old days!" and kel laughed it off? that pissed me off. hero lover 'till the day i die but what the fuck man.

-💌

oh dude, i forgot about cat in the box and ann! ann is so so so fucking good 🥺💗 and tbh, i've always had a thing for garry my entire life, but that's due in part to the music that plays whenever he's around... ib's classical guitar ost makes me SWOON, and i actually know how to play both songs on the piano bc i. i am attached. i love ib so much, i ADORE IT

SPEAKING OF CORPSE PARTY, I HAVE IT ON THE SWITCH except i am much too scared to play it because i was ... what ten years old??? twelve??? when i watched gameplays of it, so i'm conditioned to be HORRIFIED of that game. the anime was dogshit and i mean gore-wise, as someone who put gore into the story that i turned in for the semester, unless the focus of the game is body horror and gore, people aren't really gonna pay much attention to certain inaccuracies... learned that firsthand ☝🏽

omori... BROKE me, like that plot put the fear of GOD in me. and emotionally i have not been the same. i wanna play it myself, but i dunno.. i'm a sad bitch

[abbydramarambles]

The REAL Ending CLOY

This is my headcanon and you can’t tell me otherwise. The epilogue in Switzerland is set a few years after the events of that piano concert. They have already found a way to be together more permanently. To me the house doesn’t seem like a vacation house, it seems like a home home. 

There is that photo of Se-ri on the bridge, not something one would frame for themselves. RJH definitely lives there. Check out the north Korean coffee kettle and other souvenirs as well. This is the sort of stuff one would have in their home.

The only thing holding RJH to North Korean is his parents, the fact that they could be killed if he were to defect. After they die, he has no reason to stay. We’ve already been shown that he is resourceful and would know exactly how to get out. Not to mention that everything in north Korean runs on money, if you have connections like Se-ri and RJH do....anything is possible. And to me these two people with all their power, well they would find a way.

Dan’s mother travels out of the country a lot as well for business. I think the 2 weeks is the longest trip Se-ri takes while RJH’s parents are alive. It’s not the only trip of the year. I doubt her employees would be saying “you’re going to Switzerland again??” if it was a once a year sort of deal they wouldn’t think she had a man. They even say “it’s lasting a while this time”. Come on who in the world would think it’s a relationship if their boss goes to switzerland for 2 weeks a year. It’s her favorite 2 weeks of the year because of it being uninterrupted time. 

Well with her wealth and his determination, and connections via his family, I'm sure they'll find a way eventually, either it is his parents passing away (since it has been about 6 years between him going back to NK and the epilogue meetup), or him somehow getting a long term mentoring position at Switzerland. You’re telling me Dan’s mom a department store owner can swing to Europe anytime, and Se-ri who created a whole scholarship for her man can’t swing something in collaboration with Papa Ri?

I got the impression the student performing his song on stage was a full-time student in Switzerland. RJH is not studying abroad but is teaching NK scholarship winners. Seri has been traveling back and forth a lot but these two weeks are the longest continual time they have together. 

When Seri first sees him in Switzerland she asks how dangerous his journey was, and he didn’t answer, just said he got on the wrong train but reached his destination. “Destination” implies a final location to me, not just a two-week stay. For two people who find it torturous to be apart for even a moment, destination would not have been thrown around like that. It could’ve taken his Dad some time to manage the politics to make a permanent teaching position with the National Symphony. He did see his son cry in the car after leaving her. That man is powerful, the 3rd most powerful man in North Korean. A political manipulation genius, a man always one step ahead of the others. He got his son and 5 people in and out of South Korea. You best believe he can make it happen. He’s not going to sit back and leave his only son living without his only dream. Plus RJH was never a flag waving patriotic North Korean anyway. He already expressed that he wanted to stay with SeRi in South Korea, have a child that looks just like her. It’s kdrama script writing 101 to not have your lead character mention a deep desire such as this one unless its foreshadowing or serves a larger purpose. And Park Ji Eun is no noob writer. 

Let’s look at the way the show itself references fate and destiny. Regardless of how impossible it may seem, these two always managed to find each other again. Fate is pushing them together and is on their side. I don’t think fate wants them to meet 2 weeks a year. Fate didn’t make them meet in Switzerland, in North Korea, in South Korea, and in Switzerland again for 2 weeks a year for the rest of their lives. I can’t entertain that.  A lot of people think that the epilogue on the hill and when she meets him for the first time again in Switzerland with the parachute are the same time frame. I don’t think so. I really do think the piano concert is the ending and the picnic is the epilogue. It’s years from then, when everything has been sorted about how to be together permanently and it’s a window in to happy every after. Just look at their body language and expressions in the last scene, they are totally at peace and seem to have gotten everything they wanted. Even the music radiates peace. Listen to the lyrics of Sigriswil that play as the camera pans out “wandering this strange night, won’t you be here by me? now I hold your hands, with you I’ll be alright...how does it feel, my friend? It’s been a long day and night” THEY ARE NO LONGER WANDERING ALONE THAT IS THE POINT. period. It was a “long day and night, but now I hold your hand” ... how does it finally feel to have your happy ever after....my friend. IT REEKS OF OPTIMISM and closure. In film making the atmosphere says everything about what is unsaid in the script. 

You best believe he won’t leave a stone unturned to be with her, see her grow old and live in the house of dreams with their twins. Just the fact that he vocalized this thought in the show leads me to believe that it did indeed happen. 

Believe in what the show is telling us to believe. What it’s showing us, not telling us even. That love will always find a way. 

Cloy’s ending also reminds me of  very heavily of (spoiler) that of “my love from the stars”. It was written by Park Ji-eun, the same writer as CLOY. So yes they are forced to be apart in that show too, but he finds his way back and each time they meet its for longer and longer and its implied that one day it will be forever. If an alien could find a wormhole to make it back to his love interest, north korea isn’t looking too bad. Same thing with her other star crossed lovers show “legend of the blue sea”. The mermaid finds him again against all odds and they live happily ever (plus a baby). Hey I’m just saying that the precedent has been set on how this seperation works through our writers own works. Having seen all of Park Ji Eun I know exactly how she structures her endings. It’s almost always the same. The mermaid made it back, the alien made it back...north korea is where we draw the line? They’re only apart for awhile till they figure it out, and they work hard to do so.

Whatever this image is from TVN left it unaired. They shot something they had to pull back. My crack theory brain says she looks a bit pregnant. Actually, that ain’t even a crack theory, I stand behind it. Son yejin is so slim, and judging by the material of the dress it just wouldn’t fall like that unless they were trying to make her look pregnant. Like LISTEN, just LISTEN to me. They put in the effort to get the actors in these outfits we have never seen before, they even gave seri flowers...whY?? There are no other purely promo shots that didn’t have footage attached. The only ones I can think of are the ones they took in front of a greenscreen for the photoframes inside their house. THIS WAS A REAL SCENE THAT WAS DELETED.  South Korean dramas pre-film certain scenes (like the swiss ones) and live film the others to make slight changes to the storyline based on audience reaction. During airing there was quite a lot of political backlash a la north korea. 

There are some stills TVN released that weren’t screencaps. But ALL of them were in outfits relating to scenes we have seen, such as this one.  It just would make no sense for them to go out of there way to get this image on the jam packed expensive swiss schedule and not just do greenscreen in korea like they did for all the other promo material UNLESS it was a real scene. 

So you want more evidence for plot points that indicated the original, unaired, together forever in Switzerland ending?

Let’s look at some details, at one point in Episode 14 when Jeong Hyeok's father is meeting with the bad guy Senior Colonel who tries to use photos of Jeong Hyeok in Korea as a bargaining chip, he says "You should retire quietly. Using your health as an excuse won't raise any suspicions." now whilst this may be a casual reference to him being old and that health issues are plausible, it's also possible Jeong Hyeok's father has had some long term illness they've not mentioned which would add to why it wouldn't raise suspicions.

The main reason I thought of this is it would sort of line up with some other details, in the finale when they're deciding whether to send them back or not, at the NIS briefing they mention how the North has requested keeping it quiet and confidential, they mention "They want the confidentiality term to be five years. They're being sensitive about it because one of them is a high-ranking officers son". Then if we fast forward toward the end when Se-ri is receiving the timed messages, a year passes after her birthday message from Jeong Hyeok, after that scene we see Jeong Hyeok having his farewell meal with the townspeople and preparing to leave after being accepted as a pianist for the National Symphony Orchestra, presumably around the same time as Se-ris birthday given that scene was right before. Se-ri then comes up with her Switzerland Music academy idea probably a few weeks or month or so after she read RJH's text about meeting and then it tells as it's one year later, Se-ri waits but doesn't meet him and returns home, her mum says "It breaks my heart to see you return in disappointment every time" which if that's a correct translation it means it's been more than once by this point. Add up this entire timeline....guess what it comes out to. FIVE YEARS. That’s how long it takes them to sort out a permanent solution for their problem.

When he chooses to defect it will be much easier for him considering he’s making trips to Switzerland already. All he would have to do is walk into a South Korean embassy in Zurich. They have an open door policy for North Koreans, he doesn’t even need to cross the DMZ again. 

You want even MORE proof? Okay my friend, I’ll bite. Why are there photos of a couple with children?? Honestly come on I really don’t have to say more.

They had to leave the ending open. Due to the political situation, they couldn’t exactly show RJH, a North Korean, defecting. Pretty sure our buddy Kim Jong-un would not be chill with that.  However ridiculous it is, the show had multiple attacks on it while it was running by political parties saying it violated the “national security act”.

The ending was clearly cleverly re-edited to be less explicit so the viewer can read between the lines but the show-runners can protect themselves from lawsuits and public sentiment regarding a sort of maybe illegal situation. If you believe they met for two weeks a year for the rest of their lives, you don’t know RiRi Ri-eally well ;) 

[adiarosefandoms]

The Billy Joel Concert

This took me forever and three long winded essays full of pandering emotional rants to get out, and now I’m here starting from scratch because I doubt you all want to hear me ramble on (hehehe) about my music obsession and how it came about. So here it is, the Billy Joel concert, one, very long, paragraph.

September 10, 2021 Billy Joel held a concert at the Reds stadium in Cincinnati, which I very luckily got to attend. I have been to concerts before. I saw Sarah McLachlan (Who is the reason I’m named Adia, though nobody I know understands the reason), Twenty One Pilots, and AJR both on their virtual tour in 2020 and also during a brief concert at the ends of a Reds game. But none of them held a candle to the Piano Man. The whole experience was just on a whole other level. I never thought I’d get to see something like this. All my favorite musicians are pretty much 50s-80s in terms of decades and if they are still doing concerts, or alive, it is impossible to get affordable tickets to. But I got to see Billy Joel and I can honestly say, that 72 year old man can bring down the house. Before a concert starts there are like five different light changes that leads the crowd to scream because they think the musician is coming on stage. Every one of those exclamations were louder than the last. And when he finally did come on stage, well... to quote Janice. OH.MY.GOD. I could not stop smiling the whole time. He played all my favorites (except For The Longest Time and Why Should I Worry, which surprised me). These include The Entertainer, Vienna, She’s Always a Woman (it was gorgeous), Only the Good Die Young, We Didn’t Start the Fire and Uptown Girl (both during the encore in which he got up from his piano and started to fucking rock for an old dude), and Piano Man (obviously). That last song is so important to me and my love of music. I remember falling in love with it when I was 7 1/2- 8. And it was the first non kids-poppy music that I liked. Actually, it was the first song I ever fell in love with. It’s a slightly weird song for a seven year old who doesn’t even know what a bar is too fall in love with, but you know, it’s a good song. When he pulled out that harmonica I just knew he was gearing up for Piano Man, I smiled and clapped so loud. The crowd, me included, sang along to every word.

That song just affects me. Every music lover knows what I mean when I say it just filled me up. It touched my soul and my heart (and possibly my tear ducts). It was everything in the world for those four minutes. It just consumed my being in a way only a song like that can. It was one of the songs that changed my life, helped me build this passion and relationship with music. The fact that I got to go still surprises me.

And god, everyone laughed when he said. “Ight. So I don’t got anything new for ya. Just the same old shit.” And the mosquitos were kind of swarming him, so he held a fly swatter in his hand and after almost every song would take a break to kill a couple. Once when he didn’t need the piano he actually swirled it around in his palm while singing like it was a weapon. (Anyone else think that should be Harley Quinn’s next weapon?)

Billy Joel is just iconic. I get nostalgic from his Piano Man album cover (which I always loved), the lyrics and lilts in his voice are just on a whole other level, and his presence in the same arena as me just made me feel like I was on an angelic high. If you ever have the chance to get to see him perform, go. I cannot ever truly communicate to you just how much of an amazing, brilliant, mind boggling, influential experience it was.

So...one paragraph did not work out. I got a Billy Joel shirt with the album covers on it as well as a mug, because if you know anything about me besides my obsession with movies/books/music, it’s that I love coffee. I will be wearing that shirt and using that mug till the day I die. Seriously though, it was just such an amazing concert and if you can get tickets to his remaining shows, do. You will not regret it.

[blogsunflowerchild]

Classroom Legacy

 Gen 1:the green geek 

growing up you've always had a green spark, literally.. you love the color green, so much you dye your hair green and where only green clothing. one day you move out of your evil older brothers house and start a new life as a teen with a 40x30 lot. you find your first friend in high school. you and him/her will start your family there.

traits: geek, bookworm, loner

aspiration: nerd brain 

Rules:

~must have two older brothers who you dislike

~live on a 40x30 lot as a teen

~only meet one friend at school and this will be your lover

~have at least 3 children

~master the nerd brain aspiration

~master writing and programing skill

~finish the writer career

~get married as an adult

Gen 2 : the orange clown

you've always loved comedy growing up. even as a toddler you loved to be silly. with your compacted quite household you where known as the loud mouth outcast. as a y.a you move to the city to fulfill you entertainment goals.

traits: goofball, self assured. lazy

aspiration: joke star

career: entertainment

Rules:

~master charisma and comedy skill

~only have twins 

~finish the entertainment career

~never get married

~have at least 10 good friends 

~ be disliked by 3 sims 

Gen 3: The pastel artist

your guardian was so busy with work. they never has time to embrace your artistic talent. you weren't the brightest as a child but you and your imagery friends had a great time making arts and crafts. As a y.a you strive to be the best artist out there.

traits: art lover, perfectionist, insane

aspiration: Painter Extraordinaire

career: painting

Rules: 

~master painting and piano skill

~finish painting career

~ get married twice

~ only have one child

~make at least one master piece in your life

Gen 4: the it sim (white)

you where spoiled as a child and teen, you had everything you wanted in life, even as a y.a your still mooching  off mommy/daddies' money. you cant wait till they pass on to get your inheritance and that dream penthouse.

traits: materialistic, snob, foodie

aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy

Rules:

~ master mixology and singing skill

~get a huge money cheat inheritance

~live with parents until they die

~have triplets 

~ find lover at a bar and have 1 night stand 

~get married as an elder

Gen 5: the yellow teachers pet

You always loved school and space. but you didn't want to be like your mother/father you wanted to earn your money in willow creek. the right way not in a greedy way like your guardian. You start your family on a small lot near the old goth residence and call it home.

traits: outgoing, family orientated, ambitious

aspiration: super parent

career: any :)

Rules: 

~master parenting and rocket science skill

~have at least 4 children

~ finish politician career

~get married as y.a 

~cut off parents

LMAOOOOO i only have 5 gens written down but please tag #schoolhousechallenge on Instagram to get reshared :)) This is taking me SOOOO LOONG but trust me it should be done by this week thank you for reading and try this challenge out :)

[tingthings]

The Last of the Von Trapp Musical Family: The story of Maria Franziska von Trapp

Featured in many films and in the hearts of many worldwide, the iconic film ‘The Sound of Music,’ touched the hearts of many. However, the famous film was indeed based on the lives of the Von Trapp family.

The Von Trapp family consisted of 7 children, their father Capt. Georg and mother Agathe Whitehead.

Agathe sadly died from the scarlet fever in 1922 as their third eldest daughter, Maria, recounts her family’s life.

Maria Franziska Von Trapp came from a family that loved music, “Sometimes our house must have sounded like a musical conservatory.

You could hear us practice piano, violin, guitar, cello, clarinet, accordion, and later, recorders. We would gather in the evenings to play Viennese folksongs on our instruments with Father leading on the violin.”

The illness that took the life of Agathe, Maria’s mother, also crept its way into Maria’s life, “but I didn’t die, as a result of the illness I was too sickly to walk three miles to school every day. The doctor advised that I stay home,” as Maria wrote.

Seeing how ill her daughter had become, Maria’s father brought in a young governess to teach and to look after Maria and her other siblings.

Maria Augusta Kutschera was a young aspiring nun who became very close with Maria and her other siblings, “my condition brought Maria to teach me gymnasium. She came to us as my teacher and after three years she became our second mother,” said Maria in a post on the Trapp family website.

Capt. Georg Von Trapp fell in love with her second wife Maria Kutschera, they both had three children, Rosmarie, Eleanore and Johannes.

However, several key aspects of the real Von Trapp family were filters and altered, “this was due to the cinematic-lens,” as described by a Journalist on Biography.

Maria at her home (left) and ‘The Sound of Music,’ the film based on the lives of the Von Trapp family (right).

A depression that had plagued the economy in the early 1930’s, which had destroyed the wealth of the Von Trapp, “causing them to send away their servants.” Capt. George, with his 7 children (from his previous marriage) had now resorted to turning their family passion into a method to make money. However, as described by Eleanor Von Trapp, “it almost hurt my father to have his family on stage, not from a snobbish view, but more a protective one,” said Eleonare during an interview with the Washington Post in 1978.

Still in the 1930’s, the Von Trapp family fled the Nazi-driven Austria for the US, not through the mountains as portrayed in the film, but on a train and whilst on a singing-tour.

Whilst in the US, Capt. Georg, “who did not know if we should go back to Austria, he took the bible and said, we will see what to do,” said Maria. Capt. Georg opened the Bible on a page where God tells Abraham to take his family and leave. That was reassurance for him to migrate.

As described by Maria, Capt. Georg was also a lover-of music, a stark contrast from the father-role played in the film, “he loved singing with us,” as described by Maria.

The Von Trapp’s continued their singing careers and later purchased a 27-room family home in Stowe in 1950.

Maria later travelled to the island of New Guinea as a lay missionary where the recounts of her life was told by close and dear friends Eddie and Ute Haring.

“We knew our Maria for many years in Port Moresby. She was our son’s godmother,” said Ute.

Whilst in Port Moresby Maria led a very religious and charitable life, “Maria always had prayer meetings in her house and would always be called to break-up fights in the villages around Port Moresby.”

“We always warned her not to drive out there, but she said that she was protected by her faith.”

“Maria visited us in Madang once for several weeks and stayed on our yacht, which brought back happy memories for her. I was teaching that time in the International Primary school and she taught the kids dancing and singing.

We had a special ‘Maria Day’ where we invited all parents and presented the dances while she played the accordion.”

Maria Agatha Franziska Gobertina von Trapp lived a long and happy-life, “it was a surprise that she was the one in the family to live the longest, because of the illness that she suffered when she was young, she had a very weak heart,” said Marianne Dorfer, who runs the Trapp Villa Hotel in Austria.

Her final days were spent playing the accordion and singing songs, songs that carried the Trapp family ‘musical’ legacy till her final passing on February the 18th -2014. She was 99 years old.

Story from https://tinyurl.com/37hv3b3v

[yntcdtyler]

so here’s my lover secret session’s story... 02/08/2019 london 🏹🇬🇧

i got my dm on twitter on july 16th at 5:15pm and i looked at it thinking someone was trying to boo boo the fool me and it was really gonna say something like “stream ME!” so i opened it not thinking much of it and my heart literally SANK when i saw it was actually REAL. i got the phone call 4 days after from a girl called sara who was from Taylor Nation, she told me everything and i was literally in the storage room in work crying.

so it’s finally august 2nd.. i got up at 5am cause i literally had 4 different trains and 2 ubers to catch, when i finally got to my hotel it was around 11am, i checked in and got ready and went to the meeting point. i was literally the first one there so i panicked thinking i was at the wrong place but more people started to show up and immediately everyone formed little friendship groups who they seemed to have stayed with the whole day which was insane. i met lisa and emma which i’d recognised from twitter because we’d been following each other for so long and then georgia, evie & shiv all came over and we all just bonded and instantly became friends and realised we we’re the brits of the group, there were SO many international fans and it was amazing seeing people come from all over the world! our group was first on the bus and i’m not sure why but we were literally all crying like wtf was going on?? we drove past a few ambulances thinking ‘that’s gonna be our ride home after tonight’ cause at this point i’m like dying and then we finally got to THE HOUSE.

we all go inside, the ME! playlist was on, there was a huge moose head on the wall which we all became really intrigued by, a huge mirror to see ourselves ugly crying, there was food & drinks and little m&m’s with ‘lover’ and hearts on them and i have no idea what was going on in my mind at this point, like i didn’t know what to expect.

so then we all go to the living room we’re there was a bunch of cushions on the floor and a chair and speakers in front of us and i KNEW what was about to go down lads, it’s about to happen, we’re about to hear lover and i just wasn’t ready and i was sat THERE in front of the chair and a few minutes later... SHE COMES OUT FROM BEHIND THIS DOOR LOOKING LIKE LIKE AN ACTUAL GODDESS THAT JUST STEPPED OUT OF HEAVEN AND I DEAD ASS DIED RIGHT THERE THINKING ABOUT THAT AMBULANCE I SAW EARLIER ON CAUSE SHE JUST WASNT REAL. so she’s like “welcome to the lover secret sessions” and the noise that came out me was actually not human at all. she played half the album the first and kept apologising for ranting and going off topic which was so funny, she’s so adorable i was literally in awe. then was like “we’re gonna take a break so you can all go the bathroom, have a drink and stretch your legs” and then mentions she’s made us treats and everyone’s like OMG and she’s literally like “it’s just rice crispy treats i dyed in heart shapes” and it was just the funniest thing bc she’s just so sarcastic but they were the cutest things and just knowing she spent time making them was honestly insane. like i ate a rice crispy heart treat..made by taylor swift? sounds fake. so then as she’s passing them around, she’s goes into the garden and starts talking to everyone and thanking people’s parents and let everyone on her trampoline and just shouts “THESE ARE MY KIDS” with a glass of wine in her hand and it was such a taylor swift moment. it was just surreal like wtf? imagine bouncing on taylor swifts trampoline? i would’ve went on it but i wasn’t about to break my neck before listening to the rest of the album x

okay so we go back in to listen to the rest of the album and throughout the whole album listening part, i just kept crying and she kept looking at me and smiling and singing and i was just bloody in shock. there was one point during a song we’re me and georgia we’re holding onto each other crying and she just looks at us and tilts her head and gives us the most warming smile. right there we both died together it was unreal. but the album HOLY SHIT every song was INSANE. i found it so hard to pick a favourite so i have 3, this album is literally her BEST, and this coming from a speak now stan🤝 i was just the happiest i’ve ever been, it just seemed like a dream. seeing her sat there in front of me so happy and in such a good place, feeling so proud of this album and these songs just made my heart feel so full. what i was feeling in that moment is unexplainable. just pure happiness like i knew life doesn’t get any better than this... right it’s time for the meet and greets and everyone goes back in to the other room whilst they got ready and people started queuing then to go in and meet her, she spent so much time with every single person and seeing everyone’s faces coming out that room was so magical. the event was supposed to be over at 11pm and it’s literally 1:30am when it was my time to meet her. she’d literally been meeting people for HOURS and is 2 and half hours past the end time and she didn’t even mind. everyone was so eager to go inside that me and the girls decided to wait till the end.

so evie had just come out and now it’s my turn. i almost fainted, i was so dizzy and nervous and WHEN I TELL U I WAS PETRIFIED TO GO INSIDE, I ACTUALLY MEAN IT BECAUSE I WAS STOOD OUTSIDE THE DOOR REFUSING TO GO IN FOR ABOUT A MINUTE CAUSE I COULD JUST SEE HER STOOD THERE AND I WASN’T READY BECAUSE LIKE I’VE DREAMT ABOUT THIS MOMENT SINCE FOREVER. emma and lisa we’re stood there laughing trying to force me inside as well as a girl from TN. took me a good minute but i finally walked in, i walk over to her trying not to cry AGAIN and she’s stood there smiling at me and she says to me “it’s tyler isn’t it?” and i was like JDJSKDJD “yeah 😭😭😭😭” cause i didn’t think she knew who i was and i was just randomly picked by TN??? she then pulled me in for the biggest hug and i just felt like this is it, i’m gonna bloody pass out. I TOLD HER THAT WAITING IN THAT QUEUE TO MEET HER WAS LIKE WAITING FOR THE ELECTRIC CHAIR and i was like why tf did i just say that omg but she laughed and was like “omg hahaha it’s like waiting for the electric chair that’s so funny” then i gave her the lover necklace i’d gotten made for her so we had matching and she kept saying how much she loved and how beautiful it was. then said “i love your necklace” with a little smirk because i was wearing her ‘TS’ initial necklace and my heart just went HDAJHDJDDH. then she asked did i enjoy the day and i was like of course??? it was so amazing i couldn’t stop crying and she was like “aw i had so much fun, i love doing these” and then she asked how i’d gotten here and i told her that i had to take 4 trains and she looked so shocked and thanked me for doing that and asked if i was travelling afterwards and i told her i had a hotel and she goes “omg good, PLEASE don’t talk to any strangers” and i’m just like YEAH OF COURSE ANYTHING FOR U MISS SWIFT :’)))) i hugged her about 3 more times and i asked her about tour, and how she found me and she said she’d found me on tumblr and literally said “its tylovestaylor right?” and i was just like WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK. IM SCARED. cause i barely use tumblr because i’m the only one who reblogs myself??? and i’d gotten my dm on twitter so my mind was like wtf is going on right now?? i told her i changed my url and she said she’d follow me 🥺 then says “so do you wanna like... take a picture together or something?” YEAH OF COURSE, IM A BIT OF A MESS RN BUT ABSOLUTELY. she asks what i wanted to do for the photo like stand, sit, go near the piano? and i told her to choose because my mind was just all over the place and she says to me “i think one sitting down with our legs crossed over acting all (then does some pose) and stuff” i just couldn’t believe what was actually happening. we sit down next to each other and she grabs my hand and i’m just holding her and the photographer takes the photo and she tells me to have a look to see if i like it and i said i looked so bad and she goes “ITS SO CUTE, YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL AND PHOTOGENIC” then the photographer told me i was really photogenic and tay goes “SEE SHE EVEN SAID IT” did taylor swift..who invented photos and beauty... just call me beautiful and photogenic? surely not. so we took one more pic and she said she loved it so i loved it😭😭😭 we got up and hugged again and i just kept saying i love you and she told me i was beautiful and i was like SO ARE U???? and then i told her that i still don’t believe she’s real and she laughed. we hugged again i told her i loved her as i was walking out she shouts “please get home safely” and i said “have a safe flight wherever you’re going next” at the same time and she laughed and was like “OMG THANKYOU?” and i walked out and the emotions i was going through oh my god. i’d just met my favourite person in the entire world? like never in a million years did i think i’d ever meet her let alone get handpicked for secret sessions. i was in so much shock like it wasn’t real. that never happened? i’m still in shock now and literally crying writing this. she was so lovely and welcoming and spoke to me like she’d known me forever.

AND AFTER ALL THAT, SHE DECIDES SHE WANTS ME LITERALLY DEAD AND LIKES MY POST ON HERE FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER. RIGHT AFTER I’D MET HER.

i couldn’t get over how beautiful she is, inside and out like i already knew that but seeing her in real life is so different, she’s literally flawless and so cute and delicate and i’ll literally die for this woman. thankyou so much, from the bottom of my heart @taylorswift for choosing me out of 100m+ fans, i’ll never understand why i was chosen but i can’t explain how grateful i am. it was by far the best day i’ve ever had in my 18 years of being alive, nothing will ever come close to that moment. i cant wait for everyone else to hear this album, i miss you and your hugs already and i forgot to tell you because my mind was blank but i’m insanely proud of you and will support you forever. promise.

[stateofirrelevancy]

CALM First Listen Impressions

I’ve been doing these since SGFG and imma keep doing it till the day i die!!

Red Desert - OOF harmonies okay I see you !! Intro is hella soulful don’t tell me I’m about to cry ALREADY guys… okay that bass in the bg is thicccc and I’m living for it OOF AND THEN THE CHORUS HITS AND THOSE DRUMS BITCH THIS SONG IS SO GOOD ON JUST THE FIRST LISTEN Y’ALL AHHHHH and then that TRANSITION from chorus to second verse my mans ashton did not disappoint !! Guys I’m really feeling this song holy shit it’s so good. Bitch this RED in the bridge is rly TEASING ME like bitch KEEP GOING!!!!!!!!!! Low key this song sounds like it’s 90% saying “red desert” over and over but I’m not complaining issa bop and a half !!! AHHH THAT ENDING AND THEY REALLY WENT TO A LOWER NOTE THAT WAS SO GOOD if that ain’t my fave song on the album i’ll be hella shook. Rating: 10/10 obviously

No Shame - I’ve liked this song since the very first time I heard it it’s actually such a bop. I can’t wait to drive around with this song blasting in my car. I LOVE when Luke says “Go on and plaAaAaAce me” it’s so pretty!!! Rating: 9/10 I just wish the bridge had something different I’m not a big fan of sos ALWAYS doing slowed down choruses for bridges and once you notice it it’s hard to stop lol

Old Me - I wasn’t a huge fan of this song the first time I heard it and genuinely didn’t think it’d grow on me AT ALL, but even after the second listen I really liked it, and I’ve really come to appreciate, like, the fan service message behind it? And that music video just made me love it more. The thing I didn’t like initially and still am not a huge fan of is how autotune-y the song sounds. I know everyone uses autotune, but imo it’s way too noticeable in the song to the point where it sounds a little unpleasant once you catch it. Rating: 8/10

Easier - Okay to be honest, I hate this song LMAO like one time I was crying in the shower while I was listening to my music on shuffle and this song came on and I literally stopped crying to change the song and then went back to crying daskjfkaljl Honestly the verses are really catchy and I like the prechorus but god I DETEST the chorus so fucking much it’s so fucking annoying and that’s low key like most of the song,,, I don’t even wanna finish the song but imma force myself to lmaooooo Rating: 3/10

Teeth - I love the bass at the beginning I’m such a slut for thicccc basses. I also like how crisp? Luke’s voice sound initially idk if that’s like a weird thing to say lol. I also hate the chorus here but not as much as Easier and the other parts of the song def make up for it. Rating: 6.5/10

Wildflower - This song was also like Old Me to me where I didn’t really love it at first but really liked it the second time. It’s definitely not gonna be a favorite of the album or a song I’m probs gonna remember forever but I bet it’s gonna be a BOP at concerts which is always appreciated. PLUS I love that Calum is singing he has a very unique voice I think. Also side note I justopened the livestream and it’s a hot mess lmaooo Ash rly fucking fucked up and needed to move it onto Cal lmaoo here I thought I was in sync with everyone smh. Rating: 7.5/10 with room to grow with more listens i’m assuming

Best Years - Anyways moving on from the livestream mess from these kids who don’t know technology,,, oof first impressions: sounds like same vibes as ghost of you?? I love the line “I’ll build a house out of the mess” or whatever. The part where he sings “best yeeaaarrs” is uhhh kinda weird? I thought that when Luke sang this on live but I thought it might sound better on the track but lmao nah I still think it sounds awkward tbh. But the verses are cute. Oof that instrumental was so long I legit stopped paying attention dafkdasjlk OOF OOF OOF THAT PART WHEN THE INSTRUMENTS KICKED IN okay I live for that. Song is kinda short so it gives me vibes of Lie To Me + Ghost Of You in terms of vibe (not lyrics). Rating: 6/10

Side note: I open the stream and they’re?? Just talking abt the album???? What happened to group listen lmaoo okay I guess gotta do everything in isolation around here smh

Not in the Same Way - woah okay start right away I guess !! “You say go I won’t leave” oof I don’t like that lyric cause a bitch has dealt with it and it’s terrible!! Omg when they said “NOT IN THE SAME WAY” in unison I legit live for the boys singing in unison okay OMG WE FUCK WE FIGHT AFDKAKLDJKL he really just gets more blatant every album w these swears huh fdskjkl OOF THAT DRUM BUILD UP SOUNDED SO GOOD Okay this is def a song to bop to live I can’t wait !! “I’m sick of sadness you’re sick of sadness” oof these lyrics bitch…. okay this song is kinda repetitive which is making me kinda tired BUT it’s not the worst thing and I like the parts that they’re repeating i guess LOL oh WOAH that “eh eh ehh” part is kinda interesting OMG IS THAT AN ORIGINAL BRIDGE/THIRD VERSE? From *MY* 5sos?????????? OKAY I SEE YOU,,, Okay the repetitiveness is kinda rly annoying now but it’s okay I still enjoy the song for now but can see myself maybe not listening to this song much later bc of it (Rating: 7/10)

Lover of Mine - Okay acoustic song of the album icu icu “Butterfly lies chase them away” interesting I like that  “dance around the living room” 👀 oof this pre-chorus is really good I’m such a slut for good prechoruses !! Luke’s voice sounds so soothing and smooth but the drums in the background in the second half are a little? Much? I don’t know maybe they’ll grow on me… I really like the lyrics of this song, I didn’t focus completely on everything but,, dare I say,,,, it might be some of their strongest writing yet??!? Omg I love love love these instrumentals near the end esp the piano sounds so beautiful and kind of reminded me of the interlude after San Francisco. Overall I think this song was honestly very beautiful. Rating: 8/10

Thin White Lies - more bass yessss it sounds so good,, are these lyrics about depression? Ehhh not feeling this chorus at all, too much going on and it’s just not a bop and that’s my only criteria for liking songs lmaoo. This song is giving me Empty Wallets + Babylon vibes kind of? Which isn’t rly my favorite vibe in songs tbh it’s just not for me, I don’t think it’s a bad song, though. “I don’t really like me anymore” :((((( mood Rating: 6/10

Lonely Heart - That one two three was so hot ngl,,, ANOTHER acoustic song?? Okay okay interesting. WOAH WHEN THEY CAME IN together god I love that and this OH OH OH part sooo catchy yesss okay also smth I’ve noticed 5sos doing a lot: quiet beginning (or quiet verses) and loud/bop-y choruses… that’s like half the album look me in the eyes and tell me I’m wrong !! It’s the equivalent of YB being mostly normal guitar verses and then instrumental pre-choruses lmao at least this I like a lot more WOAH THAT BRIDGE???????? WHO IS SINGING THAT IS THAT MICHAEL? I literally don’t recognize whose voice that is has it been that long since I heard his voice am I tripping?? But either way that was really cool. The song overall was pretty? Plain but not at all bad and it’ll definitely grow on me with more listens. Rating: 7/10

High - last song im so sad ahhh oof that sound it sounded like Michael? And it was umm very ear orgasmic lmao weird to put two songs that start like that one after the other tho but whatever. Woah the way Luke sang “highly” was so angelic !!! This is very acoustic-y too, but it seems like it’s truly mostly the same vibe throughout. Oof Calum’s harmonies sound so good. I also like the background “Ah”s this song sounds very angelic and pretty. I really like the way he sings the lyrics like “I hope you think of me high… think of me highly” and the part after that kind of mirrors that line. Not a huge fan of the lyric saying your friends just want you to yourself oof friends don’t like imma be honest that line was kinda cringy lmaoo But this song was very pretty, though honestly I doubt I’ll listen to it much or remember it just cause slow songs aren’t my cup of tea, but I can really appreciate the song for what it is and it was enjoyable to listen to. Rating: 8/10

Unrelated: I like that the album isn’t crazy long like every other album of theirs. I much prefer concentrating on 12 great songs than making 16-20 and then inevitably them hating/ignoring a few of them cause they’re like,, way worse than the rest of the album

Average rating: Okay technically 7.1/10 BUT if you take out Easier, then it’s a solid 7.5/10

I liked a lot of the songs and I’m sure I’ll like them even more with more listens, but the only ones I really LOVED were Red Desert and No Shame. It’s honestly a fantastic album, I just don’t think it fits my personal vibe. I’m very proud of the boys!! I really think it’s some of their best work. (Besides Easier,,, she can choke 💀💀)

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Composition # 12124

A tanka sequence

                Gone ere Robert come forth, like to the fort, a ship with this helpless breasts. But him, her house, four naked to lift him upward its ash.

                But now to speak? Would ye have known rustic town set in a bigger. A piano at her eye-lids droop’d, her eyes can your glory.

                A bargain dress off their own. Do melt as I! To call his own. He played; and one would quit the same time and the rhyme, the face, prepare.

                Saw not fall could not keep, nor my weak arm disperse the New Testament is, come I will collection move, a flower in spring.

                To the trouble free. And fashion and debauchery, with joyes increase in me? Besides love, like pretty price to draw this circle.

                The hour of despair from ruin and our dayes: whose power to answers the palace gleams. And lays the earth; a chair wept bitterness.

                The rain is with half alcohol, to that I had despise. But each within. Can overwhelmed the heart had ached to hear of their own.

                Your vows, had given us letter, whose lover, and your minds, our bodies merely suppliant and his cheek; a kiss nor look be lost.

                A golden, shows the mountains overhead and his close for miles and ears, and even condescended of an acting now? Look!

                Compare the same. But do not so, I am all as well expressly foretold, dying, the land and purge the glass, so little man.

                Love makes me wish you might be blotted: but after every line and anguish seize his own: the brown paper. Went forth a gem; to see.

                She though heere are plants that soon as breath finds you gone. For he was up and up, to be in the just plea by some face I recognize?

                The Tory, a dinner to half to thee. In the dawn of day: these last shone the forbid. If you desire, and long by the fields.

                Sought he said, sleepy one? Saved from troubled like a better in a rainbow wroth, life and I—too late, with my hands, not only gleaned.

                Love and hoisted up his tears: alas! Little birds, that stared as blank. Ere this, resumed and filthy head till my arms, which I let drop.

                A crimination. If from above, but a trick to my heart, and feelings keep piling upon mine armour beauty would not die.

                Of shepheards all, there did lye, with love’s first time a hundred-year sleep. Or judge of better, snowed it down as in a thin and freedom.

                Now, sun, look, then I was wont to be discharged of the jasmine and event. And in the scene is youth to view, are loth to mount her.

                The queen cried aloud. And, since she lovely-head! Dies with reason: then we fall out I know not,—only this: they have no bitter sea.

                It feels right: such pierlesse painted in the Frick which each man love he gains his captains of the ravish’d bride of grief. My faith reward.

                Which they doe as they bore himself on that spatter heaven, or yet in her cheerfuller? How each field of counsels deep, never growe.

                Sweetness and all her wheel exterminated and sorrow? And there could be the brighter with his knife carved the feast; and for your truth.

                The crew to be sent with us in the earth in vain on me. I built up a pile of best, Being so overwrought, I meant this.

                A sunbow’s arc above the door. Thus in a thin and novice in delighted, for I know. To take the hall; and whispers, I wait.

                While I’m asleep on which he could not nap or lie in sleep were stay because my lips into the world will ever call me Papa.

                Of the bride with that dark procession! Eyes nurtured by the straw into gold? Sent and loved but you but you until the bargain made.

                Heard melodie so when love the priestly race. Catkins of roses free he fed; lasses, like a marble floor, his brow chalcedony.

                I took my staff stood upon the sturdy slaves, a sleeping maid; like Dian and with a flitting her women; certain woman. Rich.

                She made him quite a scoff; and wett your tracks? I would quit the short, the parting maid; like Dian and here all women, calling your neck.

                Doth emulation was. We drank a health, in heavier wreath of chosen friend, because of Her, salámán have no recompense.

                My curls about the cost, chose an ungrateful ground, taking its sunny bank the comfort Him. She had taught the town knows its boughs! Fault.

                Consider a girl who keeps slipping off you. If they are grown, it made him quiet, my faithlesse Rosalind, and marvelled, lo!

                Again, when cursed NO stain’d by a truce, begins with such familiarly do I perceive her alone. Thy eyes and the flat common.

                Went form, dost tease us out of Night. From on high, beginning that in an ear-shaped cone to mine eyes, my love no frown can fright me.

                Where that had drunk in the hill? Oh pardon, I am trying to the morn when, tired with tears have lost in other year of waking!

                Thus in secret sent, the rainsoaked garbage, the end of the flowers, and plucked the land and hairs of words you gone. When will woo ye.

                With thy beautiful amid the offence, he showe? As fast as this tract again until I noticed one by one, a neighborhoods.

                For he should nor could love. Weakness, staring wide with ugly rack on his gains. Cannot live: tell her glory also, and all but me.

                That answer ere they surveyed. The longer envying the mournful thought it is his mother’d in my cups the will glances let me go.

                Things that it is told. And I will not beware. Ye know on earth, and smell it, and brave; but since and I could give it a clumsy name.

                For there appeared. Love disdained, and in the well-built with my hand of negligence; the ravishers were express her character with&.

                Yours is the rival chance to your chance to travelling asleep, and nettled that she composed her flight. So he didn’t pick the rich reward.

                There arms of the rose from those jacks so happy love! In oil of roses were twinkling winds and never passed, and now delight; but ah!

                Hills echoèd. The sun, his wind-tossed hand that whene’er I went out the height, Powers above, the joy of my smarts, that it both in bed.

                Ah, my Anthea! Came from Greenwich hither had a certain, would he turn’d when I entered with their souls resolved he said the time.

                Suits some host to purchase female gear; he brought. Declining scales, the rain is with her eyes. And to fight, doe make that soft-luring crown.

                Making of his face. And showed the nuptial day, prepared them forward a dry radius describes form seemingly very ears were.

                One part Doppelganger. If ever marked by reason, owe, Stay, see the trees refused the light were their oars, and when we met first days.

                It in a gleaming river’s crescent orange shirt for aid, confused by me, thou consumed. The end again, without discriminal.

                Then wake in one; shine on her breath, I tie the Knot; and art not think. And may the tedious, but with shining in May. They restored.

                ’St thou bestowing. Shall I my undoing much deplore, since sorrow. Fair, grew in such she seemed, but for a boy was he to blame?

                The kindly season of the rack and I turn our house, four naked breast down her and sea. I was abandoned out by the things deem’d.

                Broken its grey line there was awake all my heart of June? Have traded life when you your skin growings, still that, that it was restored.

                In May. But all was quiet: from Galesus change beyond memory clings to keep my mind liked an error of the rainbow frill?

                To see a woman, like a girl, for on my face; the shadow pay? And joyous wood the ghastly Wraith of one that mine was too late.

                Joined in the man. Husband, and still plain defend them not. The heart. A kiss on your cream here’s a zone colder yet than living lips.

                Such a handkerchief so wet it is clear. Own not what I can give you there mayet thou no form of welcome homely, as I have said!

                As chearful as you trouble free. Growing what happen to mellow, and heave, as if by the hostile ship already play the mind.

                And unruffled moonlight, alone, and, constant stars go over the same time it splits—half for each seam gleams. And Agamemnon dead.

                And never an end. Lady Blanche’ she said, Tis now bestowed; they had chanced that all his tardy day: by this means I may be vain!

                It seems to chew the entrance, each touch they seem’d to cling to pay the time is come upon a chair wept bitterness. Their del’cat smell.

                Unless you cool me with mourning crowd of state, while the way you look at a strange. My faith and fair in face, excelling in effect.

                No doubt his burthens binde. Because no fault, there made, thou dost rove there’s strawberries. Cupid, as his corpse, to find my wandring thee?

                I look the gifts; he said, and Lady Psyche’s pupils. Woman, weaving mine, lass, in mine, you know, but every act pertaining swords.

                Of his, whase only paid, tell me then, come out to your final sign thy dear concern. Let me and deprived of flight. Wood where their place.

                Would not falsifie. She rose: and from hanging couple all to stray, and her faire which other’s forming care, and thin, her ravished dame.

                Our form improve, but I am over the trysted hour! Take the sunlight fades away, if like a stock than living next to him.

                He was a piteous thing, where the silvery koi swishings, had tempt the northern downs in clearer air ascend the various points.

                If ever to remained more: a thousand beat, so, lover! The rich dare complaining others false New England forgave the perfume.

                Dales of Arcady? If all who cannot keep at such art as truth, truth beauty I remember, through thou canst thou wilt be my ain.

                But if their surfaces with his lighted sailors tried to root, their heads of sticks, then hastening. Many a coral grove, This I sealed.

                This flesh of mine more that breezy shade dight gaudy Girlonds, was he shouldst stay! Went, a squire will—with chearful, while I stop, not decreed.

                Had from their souls to pick. On softer earth, where either hand; exciting a ding, ding; sweet voice most lov’d at such a height of a son.

                It gouges out in evening. To thee resort; where, and youth, beneath secure his brother’s holiday, that it both in it at all.

                Stand the people from the fool confined each doore, ere the most new babies, as ugly as a grape. Rank thought o’ Mary Morison.

                Search, sun, and thy cheek open. When you your sleeping maid; like Dian and her figures in a year when every motion sound; by love?

                Though the sun was strawberries. Because of thine; for we hold Thee just, strike your chanced that he liued, was damn’d to the law of your dwarf.

                The ruling rod, the tree when I did behold at home. The call, and looked at me a little grave, o there is not palsy or booze.

                Therefore I loved the native night: the father’s light. Were not aspire, nor less thrice-turned towards the lily, unheeded the bitter sea.

                Then Cymon’s back in his heard nor saw: tho’ this wit the primrose flowering down in meshes of life before peopled with tears. Oh!

                Doe make love be love. I found that I was gone who sits and children— happier far could you too. His others, will stay on your truth.

                You are old and in my arms with somewhat of dignity. When all the shocks my daintye Daysies dight, to lay his thunder’d at the bed.

                His body now alone that hour, with whom so long low sibilation, delicate-stepping stand! I am eighteen inches high.

                All the air, seekes for something to post with pain the cost of prisoner to her garden. And now that mind whelps at the animals.

                Can see, my father’s service do, mayest thou thy skill to endure what is tame, and fortunes lot the rising sun, then given its own.

                They whose shadows lay in a man, compare the future fears; for your own, a thin file of ants. Here. And the November of the pit.

                He laid down his ardent wish without sigh or tears, so long, but is got up, and when to the stage. A certain what thyself in two.

                All naked, playing with her face for such things which tenacious how to pleasures which they dimpl’t wi’ a smiling air. And lovely-head!

                Leave his supreme delightes with their own! With Cyril and with arrowy smart; it is a monster of her brothers made me blinds.

                —You may remember yet, which other. But he was in the dust; we are not; the sword enured to bite the massive weapons fly.

                The God of shepherded down starch halls with his tiny as an earphone with this mortals, love you ended I had been shedding day.

                And by proof they are overfed. Myself will not be but signified: the first shall we for the Spring, hardly whence the flowers.

                Chafing me back again. The first shall not, made green gleam of dewy- tasselled trees, made my heart of his fathers are waking now?

                He kisses are fully pleasures doth repent, but a shore, waiting always of sun had seen her bow. In comin by the ward too.

                And rain was sapped; and long by the coward bold; the land at my place. How the pavement thrown, somewhat like an arm of well-refined pen.

                And the gift wherefore I lie tendency of burning friends, the great, it seemed to give me one; nay in my soul. Lay your silence.

                Loved of more and sweeping fire you must like an arm of eminence mongst them, dear Jane! All the downward cast; and taught one to walk here.

[wingardium-letmefuckyou]

Till I Hear You Sing (demon!Valerius x gender neutral!MC)

This is a story inspired by two songs: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WQZHReCOw4s  (thank you @waitforawonder for the suggestion! This one is for you!) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A6r3uHKDOOc (because of course I’m gonna have Valerius play the piano)

Summary: The Devil has won, the world is no longer what it used to be. Valerius, a demon now, lost his beloved apprentice. Or so he believed... 

Words: 1912

Warnings: Mentions of death, self harm, Valerius is in  a very bad mental place Valerius is stuck in his half human/half demon form like his sprite in Nadia's route. 

 The grand ballroom was dimly lit by candles, the features of the dancing guests blurry and unclear. Only one face stood out amongst the crowd. Yours. You looked beautiful, breathtaking, anything he ever dreamed of. An invisible orchestra started playing a slow melody. Without hesitation you stepped into his waiting arms, one hand clasping his, the other at his shoulder. One step, another, one to the side… He gently lead you into the dance, never once taking his eyes of you, mesmerized by your mere presence.The two of you moved in unison, gliding through the steps, anticipating the others movements without thinking. Your hand felt warm in his, your soft skin a nice contrast against his fur and claws. Wait… Fur and claws? No, this wasn’t right. A violent panic seized him, his hands, no his claws, trembling around yours. He searched for your eyes, trying to find anything that would tether him to reality. He only found empty sockets. No! No no no… The hand in his dissolved into white smoke, just like the rest of your body. Slowly disappearing, right in front of his eyes. Not again. No, he had only just found you. No no no…

Valerius wakes up with a scream, panting loudly, his hand stretching out towards the empty air. His hand, his human hand, no fur. At least not on that side, the other is balled up in a fist, the claws pressed deeply into the flesh, almost piercing his skin. The pain brings only little relief, a mere distraction from the horror of his nightmare. Valerius knows he still has a heart, of that he is sure. Cause every day, every waking moment of his wretched life, he can feel it breaking. He’s not sure what part of his torture is the worst. The actual nightmares or the moment when he wakes up, realizing he’ll never get you back. Realizing that even if he could that you would never desire him, that his hideous form is eternal.

He gets up from the pile of old blankets that are his bed nowadays, bracing himself for another day of aimlessly wandering this realm, looking but never finding a moment’s peace. This was once a glorious place, a palace to behold. A place that shone brilliantly in the sun with lush and fertile vineyards. Now the Hierophant's realm is but a shadow of what it used to be. The fresco’s on the wall are crumbling down, only patches of colour left. The vineyard is dead, as is the Hierophant himself. Valerius suspects that at one moment his estate must have merged with the realm. There is no other explanation for the grand piano standing in the middle of the hall, taunting him, reminding him of a past now lost. He tried to play, at a certain point, but it never really sounded right. The notes too hollow, slightly out of tune, the clicking of his claws on the keys painfully loud. It just stands there now, collecting dust and claw marks from whenever he can’t find anything else to take out his anger.

Valerius wanders outside for a while, the wine ranks dried out and dead. Some of them still bear grapes, black and unappetizing looking fruit. They provide the dark ichor that appears into his wineglass whenever he feels like drinking. The feel of the glass in his claws, the familiar movement of bringing it to his lips, the wine tastes vile but it’s the only routine he has left, the only thing that is still entirely his. It’s not enough, never enough. His demon form prohibits him from getting drunk, from being able to blissfully forget your demise. Valerius still sees it clearly, as if it were yesterday. Maybe it was, he doesn’t know how much time has passed. Too much, too little. The memory haunts him and yet he seeks it out, grasping at the last seconds he saw life in your eyes.

The Devil pulls at his chains, tighter around his neck, burning. Valerius can’t breathe, can’t move. You are running towards him, hands outstretched, ready to pull the chains from him. Any regard for your own life forgotten at the sight of your lover in pain. He wants to shout, tell you to run away to safety but no sound comes out. You don’t even stand a chance against the flames erupting from the Devil’s claws. The blast shoves you backwards, flying through the air until you land on the earth again. Limp, lifeless. The Devil laughs…

With a growl, Valerius smashes his wineglass against the wall. He faintly notices that there is a shard of glass in his hand, pulling it out without hesitation. The demon part of him heals quickly, by tonight he will have forgotten it was ever there. He welcomes what little relief the pain brings.

“Valerius?”

The pain of the glass is nothing compared to hearing your sweet voice again. Another trick? More torture? Will the Devil never have enough? He wants to howl, let out the beast he has become, claws and fur and horns. What use is there to cling to the little humanity he has left?

“Valerius? Is that you?”

His enhanced demon hearing picks up the sound of footsteps behind him. He’s giving in by turning around to see you, he knows it’s what the Devil wants. Yet, even if for a moment, he will revel in the illusion of you, allow it to soothe him for just a little. Only the sight of you used to be enough to make him smile, those times long ago.

You are running towards him, relief clear on your face. The ragged, traveled look you have is different from how he remembered you. Are illusions supposed to look tired? You don’t stop running until you’re right in front of him, eyeing him over in amazed disbelief. Valerius remains impassive, trying to anticipate the Devil’s next move. He can’t allow himself to believe you’re real.

“I can’t believe I found you! It’s really you,” you’re smiling from ear to ear and he knows you’re expecting something from him. A display of emotions, perhaps? A lover’s touch?

“Val, are you okay?”

He shivers at the use of the pet name, only ever used by you. You always were the only one allowed to call him by anything other than his full name or his title. Should the Devil be able to know that? Is it part of the trick? Or maybe that’s exactly what he’s supposed to think, to be lured into the trap. Part of him just wants to hear you say it again, needs it. “You’re hurt,” you say and you reach towards his hand, eyeing the cut from the wine glass he gave himself earlier. He should not let you touch him, he should pull away from your touch but before he can act upon that thought you’re already grabbing his clawed hand. Surprisingly tender and careful. Just like you used to touch him when he was human.

Valerius recognizes the typical look of concentration on your face, the furrowing of your brow, notifying him that you’re going to use magic. The hiss that escapes him is more of surprise than actual discomfort when your magic starts knitting the skin together, closing up both the new cuts and the old scars. Your magic feels warm and achingly familiar. A small whine escapes him before he can stop himself.

“It’s okay my love,” you whisper soothingly, letting go of his claws once they are fully healed.

“You’re dead. I saw you die”

It’s the first thing he dares to say out loud. Since you don’t seem to disappear he might as well start talking to you. He had seen you fall, the vision of your lifeless body haunting him up to this day. He had been so sure. How could this be anything but a dream?

“I thought I was dead too. I would have been if it hadn’t been for Asra getting me out just in time. He brought me to his own personal doorway in between the realms and healed me. Oh Val, the worlds are in chaos, having merged with the Arcana. There are very few safe spaces left. Everybody is hiding behind their personal doors. Once you leave, there is no going back”

You sound tired, the ordeal of traveling in a world in chaos wearing you down. Finding Valerius had not been an easy feat and many times you had feared for you life. Once you had left Asra’s doorway, there had been no going back, only forward. But in the end, you had found your Consul and that’s what matters now. The only thing that matters.

“And yet, you are here? Why not stay with Asra, where it is safe? Why leave, when the world is so dangerous?” Valerius’ question almost sounds like a dare, an opening to prove yourself and your intentions. He doesn’t fully believe you yet. Grief and loneliness have made him wary. You take a step forward, closing the distance between yourself and Valerius. He’s waiting for the moment where you will turn away from his hideous demon features but there’s no trace of disgust to be found in your expression, only genuine wonder and curiosity. And longing, so much longing.

“I couldn’t stay. I knew you were out there. I had to find you, Val, I had to leave. I made a choice and I choose to be with you.” And that’s when he knows it’s the real you, no tricks or illusions. Only you would be foolish enough to leave a perfectly safe and sensible hiding spot just to find him.

“It’s really you,” Valerius whispers, his voice breaking. No longer able to hold himself back, he brings his clawed hand up to carefully trace your jaw with his knuckles. He expects you to flinch, repulsed by his new appearance. Instead, with surprising force, you grab his shawl, pulling him towards you and crashing your lips against his. He whines again, much louder this time and every doubt holding him back crumbles when you kiss him like that, your lips tasting sweeter than any wine.

A small, nagging voice in the back of his mind tell him to stop, tells him that he’s selfish for wanting you when he is nothing but a demon, chained by the Devil himself. The voice quickly shuts up when you grab his hair like you always used to, deepening the kiss. He bring his arms up to encircle you, pulling your body flush  against his. One hand delicately on your neck, the other around your waist. Neither the claws or the fangs, nor the fur or horns seem to bother you. You kiss him with a tender desperation, convincing both him and yourself that you are indeed very much alive. Only the need to breathe makes you finally pull back, leaning your forehead against his.

“It’s really me,” you smile and for the first time in days, maybe even months, Valerius smiles too. Does the sun feel a little bit warmer? The air fresher than before? Do the vines look greener? Does he feel more human than demon for once? All he knows is that finally the world feels right again.

Valerius knows that he still has a heart, of that he’s sure. Only someone with a heart could feel so much love as he does for you.

[gvbejvmes]

Memorial Day Task - Hero

Title: These Things Take Time  Rating: PG-13 (for language) Characters: Gabriel James, Francis James (mentioned), Georgiana James (mentioned) Trigger Warnings: Implied child abuse, implied homophobia Brief Summary: Under the iron bridge we kissed and although I ended up with sore lips it just wasn't like the old days anymore. No, it wasn't like those days, am I still ill?

Gabriel is ten years old when he hears his first Smiths’ song. He’s over at Derrick’s house and they’re listening to the radio. Okay, Derrick is reading a comic book and Gabe is mimicking the style of the comic book in his sketchbook while the radio plays. As soon as This Charming Man begins, all of Gabe’s attention is on the lyrics echoing through the family room.  The words resonate within Gabe, but he’s too young to figure exactly why. All he knows is that the second he hears Morrissey’s voice on the radio, he feels like he’s talking to him directly.

I would go out tonight But I haven't got a stitch to wear This man said “It's gruesome that someone So handsome should care.”

As soon as he gets that week’s allowance, he buys the cassette tape, The Smiths. He lays on the floor of his and Georgie’s room and listens to the tape on repeat. The songs are... he doesn’t know how to explain it, but the songs aren’t like the other songs he hears on the radio. It’s not just men singing about women. They could be singing about anyone, and they do sing about anyone. Sometimes they sing about boys in a way that sounds romantic, and sometimes they sing about girls in a way that sounds romantic. Sometimes he can’t even tell if they’re singing about a boy or a girl.  And that makes him happy. It makes him so damn happy. He doesn’t have words for it, can’t really explain it, but the words... they speak to his soul.

You are your Mother's only son and you're a desperate one but I don't want a lover I just want to be seen in the back of your car

Not all the songs are happy. In fact, a lot of the songs are sad, but even the sad songs speak to him. No... the sad songs speak to him even more than the happy ones do. They invoke feelings in him that a ten year old shouldn’t be feeling. It’s the same way that painting makes him feel. He can see the pictures the words are creating, and he can taste the pain - no. He can understand the pain. 

And Morrissey... He knew who Andy Warhol was! And that just felt like he knew who Gabe was, and he knew what he was going through. This was a man that Gabe had never met, would probably never meet, but he trusted him with his whole life. He knew, just knew, that if he told him about the things his dad did, Morrissey would understand. He just knew things, and he wasn’t afraid to sing about them. And when he grew up, he knew - he wanted to be just like Morrissey. Maybe not the vegetarian part, but the being unapologetically himself part - that’s how he wanted to be. He wanted to make art and not give a flying fuck what anyone else thought. He wanted to be just like Morrissey. 

So, goodbye Please stay with your own kind And I'll stay with mine There's something against us It's not time It's not time So, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

As he grew up, he understood the song lyrics more and the songs continued to speak to him more and more. Morrissey understood music the way Gabe understood art. When his days were terrible, when Gabe didn’t think he was going to make it through the day, when he thought his dad might actually kill him this time, the music was there. No matter what. It didn’t matter if he was listening to the Smiths or to Morrissey’s solo albums. His music was his music and the music spoke to Gabe. 

If he hadn’t heard that first song, and hadn’t bought the album... Well, Gabe had given it a lot of thought over the years. Without the Smiths, Gabe wasn’t sure he would still be alive. The Smiths saved his fucking life.

If the bogey-man should try To play tricks on your sacred mind To tease, torment, and tantalize Wavering shadows loom A piano plays in an empty room There'll be blood on the cleaver tonight And when darkness lifts and the room is bright I'll still be by your side For you are all that matters And I'll love you to till the day I die