#romantic ballad

[retropopcult]

"Saving All My Love for You" is a song made famous by American singer Whitney Houston, who recorded it for her debut album in 1985. It became her first single to hit #1 on the US Billboard Hot 100 chart and eventually went Platinum for sales of over 1 million copies. At the 28th Annual Grammy Awards, it won for Best Female Pop Vocal Performance.

The song caused some controversy for Houston due to its theme of having an affair with a married man. Her mother, Cissy, did not like the scenario described in the lyrics, claiming that the song's message would reflect badly on her daughter. However, later Whitney herself confessed, “I was going through a terrible love affair at the time. He was married, and that will never work out for anybody. Never, no way.”

"Saving All My Love" was originally written by Michael Masser and Gerry Goffin during the 1970s and first recorded by Marilyn McCoo and Billy Davis for their album but not released as a single. Years later, Masser saw Whitney for the first time in New York when she was singing one of his songs, "The Greatest Love of All". After her performance, Houston told Masser that the song was one of her favorites and later, Masser was chosen by Arista to produce some tracks for Houston's first album.  He offered up "Saving All My Love" and she said she "immediately responded to it, emotionally."

After the success of her previous single, "You Give Good Love", the executives at Arista Records didn't think "Saving All My Love for You" was a good follow up for next single. When Masser heard this, he made a friendly wager with Arista's president, Clive Davis, during one of Houston's performances at the Roxy Theatre in LA. Masser proposed that if all the women got on their feet when Houston started single "Saving All My Love", then Davis would agree that it should be the next single. They did and it was. 

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: October 27, 2003

Lyrics:

So long ago

I didn't have a care about me

I didn't know my right from wrong

But now I know

That you got your love around me

You know it makes me feel so strong

Baby if you turn around

And prove to me it's real

Maybe we can work it out

'Cause this is how I feel

Do you know when you go when you give it all away

I'll be there for you, care for you

Love you everyday, oh baby

And do you feel the same for me?

Any day your away

And I feel a little low

I would cry for you, die for you

Just to let you know, oh baby

And if you come to me, you know I'll make it right

Through out my life

I'd never thought I'd have somebody

Someone to call my own

And now I've found

A little bit of heaven baby

A place to call my home

Baby if you turn around

And prove to me it's real

Maybe we can work it out

'Cause this is how I feel

Do you know when you go when you give it all away

I'll be there for you, care for you

Love you everyday, oh baby

And do you feel the same for me?

Any day your away

And I feel a little low

I would cry for you, die for you

Just to let you know, oh baby

And if you come to me, you know I'll make it right

Baby, don't you know you gotta

Slow down, before you know you gonna

Break down and turn around

Before you know, you go and break my heart

When will you learn to be

A little helpful when you think of me

A little careful when you're close to me

'Cause baby, I loved you from the start

Baby if you turn around

And prove to me it's real

Maybe we can work it out

'Cause this is how I feel (This is how I feel... This is how I feel)

I love you baby

Do you know when you go when you give it all away

I'll be there for you, care for you

Love you everyday, oh baby

Do you feel the same for me?

Any day your away

And I feel a little low

I would cry for you, die for you

Just to let you know, oh baby

I would die

I love you baby

And if you come to me, you know I'll make it right

Do you know when you go when you give it all away

I'll be there for you, care for you

Love you everyday, oh baby

Do you feel the same for me?

Any day your away

And I feel a little low

I would cry for you, die for you

Just to let you know, oh baby

I would die

Songwriter:

Ash Howes / Richard Stannard / Noel Gallagher / Walter Murphy / Jeff Harrington

SongFacts:

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[illustratus]

Hellelil and Hildebrand, the Meeting on the Turret Stairs by Frederic William Burton

[carryoncastiel]

Wyll Ravengard is charisma king, he does not rehearse his romantic lines, his mind makes that shit up on the spot like it's nothing, see the light people!!!

[childrenofcain-if]

Has there been any instances where Mc and C did work together other than the fake baby thingy?

the science lab was filled with high schoolers scrambling to set up their projects, all of them either too caffeinated or not caffeinated enough for the stress of the prestigious state science fair in washington.

the tables were crammed with an impressive array of projects: models of volcanic eruptions, elaborate circuits blinking in synchronized colors, experiments with soil composition in tiny terrariums. but none of them held a candle to your table, and you knew it.

you worked quickly, your fingers deft as you adjusted the components of the intricate apparatus. the machine—an elegant contraption meant to demonstrate clean energy storage using solar capacitors—was you and C’s brainchild.

they had done the research, the design, the equations scribbled out with ruthless precision in their sharp handwriting. you’d handled the practical end of things: soldering wires, programming the software, ensuring that their theoretical masterpiece could actually, you know, work.

you didn’t notice the way C stood a few feet away, arms crossed tightly, their posture as stiff as a statue’s. their chalcedony green eyes followed your every move like a hawk watching its prey, catching each adjustment you made, each tool you reached for.

finally, they cleared their throat. “you’re doing it wrong.”

you sighed without turning around, tightening a bolt on the panel. “good morning to you, too, lacroix. nice to see you’re in a supportive mood today.”

“supportive?” their voice had that sharp, clipped quality it always took on when they thought you were being deliberately obtuse. “i’d be supportive if you weren’t—” they made an exasperated noise, gesturing vaguely at the machine. “look, the angles on the solar panels are all wrong. the light’s not going to hit them efficiently like that. it’s basic geometry. i explained this to you yesterday.”

“okay,” you said evenly, glancing at them over your shoulder. “anything else?”

C blinked, their expression flickering into something almost like confusion. “you’re just... accepting it? like that?”

“well, yeah,” you said, shrugging. “you’re the brains behind this, aren’t you? if you’ve got more suggestions, i’m open to them.”

C suddenly seemed at a loss for words. the tips of their ears turned a faint pink, and they glanced away.

“well, i, uh...” they began, before scowling at you like it was somehow your fault they’d stumbled. “fine! move the reflector two inches to the left.”

you did as they asked, your motions slow and deliberate. “happy?”

“stop talking to me,” C snapped.

you blinked at them, incredulous. “you’re the one bossing me around!”

C ignored you, their nose tilting upward in that infuriatingly haughty way they’d perfected.

***

when the judges arrived at your school’s section, the air grew thick with anticipation. there were four of them—an engineer from spacex, a college professor from MIT, a tech startup CEO, and some local entrepreneur who had been introduced as a ‘philanthropist.’

they moved from table to table with an efficiency that made your stomach churn. you’d been rehearsing your answers for days, but there was something about the way they scribbled on their clipboards that made even your confidence waver.

but the presentation began smoothly enough, much to your relief. C handled the technical explanations, their voice steady and precise as they guided the judges through the intricacies of your design. you handled the broader picture, spinning a compelling narrative about its real-world applications.

but when the judges started asking questions, something shifted.

“so, who came up with the original concept?” the engineer asked, pen poised over her notepad.

“well,” you started, “it was—”

“me,” C interrupted, their green eyes glinting. “i developed the initial framework.”

you gave them an irritated look. “what they actually meant to say was that it was a joint effort.”

“sure,” C drawled sarcastically. “you jointly borrowed my calculations and then messed up the assembly two separate times.”

you bristled. “maybe if your diagrams weren’t as convoluted as your personality, i wouldn’t have had to ‘mess up’ anything.”

“convoluted? that’s rich, coming from someone who thought capacitors and resistors were interchangeable—”

“that was one time, and it only happened because you mislabeled them!”

the judges exchanged glances, two of them clearly trying not to laugh, the other two looking mildly alarmed.

“would you say you two work well together?” another judge ventured cautiously.

“oh, absolutely,” you said, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

“can’t agree more,” C added, voice as flat as a table.

the judge raised an eyebrow, scribbling something down.

by the end of the presentation, both of you were red-faced and fuming, but the machine worked perfectly, and the judges seemed reluctantly impressed.

***

after the presentation, you and C sat side by side in the waiting area, the hum of chatter and distant applause filling the space. your hands rested in your lap, but when you shifted slightly, your fingers brushed against theirs. the accidental contact sent a jolt of heat up your arm, and you risked a glance at them.

C was staring angrily at the floor as if it had just demanded to drain their bank account, half of their face buried in the high collar of their dark green turtleneck. the tips of their ears had turned even more pink. their foot tapped against the floor in rapid, agitated beats.

when the winners were announced, your names rang out together, tethered like an inevitability.

you and C locked eyes, both startled, before standing up in unison. the applause was loud, but all you could focus on was the awkwardness of walking side by side to accept the award.

you still fell into step beside them, the trophy handed over in a flurry of handshakes and flashes from the crowd’s cameras.

the microphone passed between you two for the acceptance speech.

“we’d like to thank our school for supporting this project,” you began, glancing at C.

“and, of course, this wouldn’t have been possible without the cooperation of my... partner,” they added, their jaw tightening as if the words physically pained them to say.

you were tempted to laugh at how they looked like they were having a particularly bad case of indigestion, but managed to keep a straight face for the cameras.

***

after the ceremony, the two of you lingered near the refreshment table. C cleared their throat awkwardly, avoiding your gaze.

“you did... good,” they muttered.

you cocked your head, thinking you misheard them. “what?”

“i said you did good,” they repeated, louder this time. “you didn’t embarrass us. much.”

you snorted. “thanks, i guess. you weren’t too bad yourself.”

C hesitated, their eyes darting to the trophy in their right hand as their other hand fidgeted with the edge of their aldervale prep blazer.

“you’re smart though,” they said finally, their voice softer than usual. “you would’ve won without me.”

the admission startled you. “was that... a real compliment?”

this time, C’s cheeks turned pink as well, and they huffed loudly, turning on their heel. “i’m leaving. and i’m taking the trophy.”

“wait, what?” you snapped out of your stupor and hurried after them. “that’s not fair, lacroix! we both won!”

“too bad, starkid,” C called over their shoulder, their tone maddeningly smug. “you want it? come and get it.”

you groaned, chasing them through the crowd. “lacroix, get back here!”

and for the first time all day, C’s smile was genuine enough for their dimples to show.

[sncinderdoodles]

Still obsessing over the OG hunger games books in the year 2023

[ballad-of-birdy-lamb]

there needs to be more lucy gray stuff on tumblr i swear 😭😭 it’s actually hurting me, im in love with her. anyways…could you write some fluff headcanons w lucy gray and a fem!reader pls? thx :)

I ❤️ Lucy Gray

Lucy Gray Baird x Fem! Reader (headcanons, fluff, romantic)

She is likely the type of person to not care if someone is a man or a woman. If she likes you, you're around her age, and you're kind, you might as well date

Before dating, she was very willing to drop hints. If there was a sign of interest you had in her, she took the opportunity

After dating, she is just as sweet as before, a bit toned down but still loving

Lucy Gray expects you to go to her shows, all of them if you can

Piggybacking off the last one, she'll write songs for and about you. They'll be ballads talking about your kindness and the things you give her

Roses are some of her favorite gifts, she loves the taste and they always smell good. Another good option is handmade gifts, letters, poems, hell, food is all she adores

If you give her poems, she is very willing to turn them into songs. But only sings them for you since they're special

She has sung to you and played the guitar for you. But in a cool way

She NEEDS to feel like she can trust you. She couldn't trust Billy Taupe and she couldn't trust anyone in the arena, so you still have time to prove to her that you're trustworthy

After the Games, violence was an absolute no in her life (it was a no before but it's absolute after everything). If you find a way to bring that brutality back into her life, she'll leave as quickly as she had come

If you get her gifts that are a bit expensive, she'll send you some goat cheese for free!

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To all that have requested before this post was, I’m working on several longer fanfics and plan to release the headcanons first then the full fanfics when I finish them!!

Link to my tbosas masterlist

[thoughtfulchaos773]

It's the camera movements, the close shots, and composition that make it look like a love montage from a John Hughes movie, and the angles that are fitting for an 80s ballad in the background

Also, I love that the close ups don't start until Carmy lays eyes on Sydney.

[xiao-erlang]

When they said “I love you” but Xiao Chiye said:

“I thought my father and eldest brother would never feel pain and would never fall. They would shed blood and never tears. But on the day my eldest brother got married, he drank himself drunk. Such a steady person like that gingerly took my eldest sister-in-law's hands and got all teary-eyed at her. It was as if he had already anticipated the future. He saw her as his precious treasure. He would feel fear too.

There is nothing about me that is better than my eldest brother. If I had to say, then it'd be that I've totally inherited this fine physique from my father.

I never really understood in the past why he had to get all teary-eyed at my eldest sister-in-law. But now, I do.”

[fujiblackthorne]

coryo got her kicking her feet and twirling her hair 🤭

[my-adorable-fox]

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ONCE UPON A BROKEN HEART

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“For anyone who has ever made a bad decision because of a broken heart.”

Evangeline Fox X Jacks of the Hollow

[slozhnos]

defeating seven evil exes? boring. singing me my favorite broadway ballads? fun and romantic. clear effort.

[vampirehizzies]

its the same story every damn time though, like no matter how impractical it is there's still always that same devastating and tragic scenario where they couldn't save their district partner and by snow's logic it shouldn't matter since in this dog-eat-dog world of the hunger games alliances/caring about another person is impossible. yet again and again you see some kid always watching someone he knew from home die and how it hurts him. and you see this pattern from three (probably more) different districts over 74 years - treech and lamina, haymitch and maysilee, cato and clove.

[starrynightsxo]

what I wouldn't give to have haymitch abernathy call me sweetheart 😭

[childrenofcain-if]

W and MC give such soulmates vibe 😭 Patrocles (W) and Achilles (MC), which ironic considering my MC has dark hair and W has the blonde hair but I digress.

Even if I'm saying all this, please don't actually turn them into a Greek tragedy 😔

um haha, what do you meeaaannnn? i’m obviously not gonna do that, everything is going to be fine and dandy in the end 😄 trust in me and i won’t steer you wrong 🫡

but it’s funny that you mention patrocles and achilles with W because that’s the myth on how their character and route came to be. i gave them achilles’s looks and patrocles’s general melancholic disposition so it’s surprising to see someone clock that, even if it was unintentional.

[ballad-of-birdy-lamb]

hi ! i’ve never actually requested before, so i apologize if i’m doing this incorrectly 😭 i saw that you were asking for tbosbas asks and i’m starving for content atm lmao. anyway, i was wondering if you could write some fluff headcanons for sejanus plinth and reaper ash (separate) with a fem! reader (romantic is preferred, and gn is okay as well if you’re more comfortable with it) ! i’m sorry again if i did this wrong, but i love your writing and you seem so sweet so i wanted to give it a try !!

Thank you so much! And yes, you did ask in the correct place!

Sejanus Plinth x Fem! Reader x Reaper Ash (separate, romantic/fluff headcanons)

Mention of the public hangings in Reapers part

Sejanus Plinth:

He understands love and knows how to express it, he just didn't expect it to be so difficult. Like, why is Sejanus so scared to give you a note to go out with him? Why is he so nervous when he needs to talk to you? Why can't he just be smooth and not scared shitless?

Whenever Ma makes sweets, he'll give them to you as a gift. No matter the treat, if you like it, it's yours. Ma likes it since she doesn't have to worry about fridge and cabinet space and she can bake as much as she wants

If you're from one of the districts like he was, Sejanus will want to learn about your district or reminisce about District Two (if you share a district)

If you're from the Capital, he'll tell you about what life was like for the brief time he was in District Two. He’ll even ask Ma about Two just to tell you more

When Strabo eventually finds out, it's a very awkward talk. If you're from the Capital, he'll ask if you're from a wealthy family. Generally, Strabo will be calmer about it. If you're from a district, it's far worse. Strabo thinks it's an act from Sejanus wanting to stay district or keep part of it with him.

Nervous when he started going out with you. Sejanus had the worst anxiety the entire time. What if he tripped and embarrassed himself? What if he choked on food at a diner?

He constantly asks to do basic couple things. Sejanus asks to hold hands even years into the relationship when it's normal to not constantly need to ask anymore. But he does it because he's still nervous, you're still the prettiest girl he's ever seen and he will forever always be shy around you.

Reaper Ash:

FINALLY, someone talks about him omg

You're extremely lucky to be able to date him since he doesn't go out of his way to get a lover

Even then, he is the sweetest man in the world, especially in relationships. Treats you very well and forever will

Since you both live in District Eleven, one of the poorest districts, there isn't much that goes around. But even then, Reaper constantly saves up for a potential wedding. He's never gonna tell you where the money’s going. “It's going to be for a good cause for us.” Reaper constantly says, never evaluating the matter. But he'll make comments about how your future will go

Reaper wanted to win the Games not only to take on the Capital but to go home and marry you. He's said it many years before, every year before reaping day

“I'll come home and I'll marry you. We'll have a nice wedding and then we’ll live together for the rest of our lives.” Reaper smiled at the idea but looked away from embarrassment. “I hope that doesn't sound too cheesy.”

He takes his values very seriously and it affects how he sees you too. If you're sympathetic towards the Capital, you wouldn't be in a relationship in the first place. Simple as that

Reaper has a habit of going to you whenever he gets upset throughout the day. Another public hanging, he's going to you to rant. He rants about everything. He goes on about the cruelty of the Capital and how the districts are still the animals but don't kill Capital children every year

If he got the moment to talk to you before he was on the train, he would have asked for you to never watch his games. It wasn't normal to be that violent and didn't want to have your views of him altered by the violence he would need to attain to win

Every year, just before the reaping ceremony, he kisses you. He gives you a simple goodbye if he's ever reaped but it means a lot. At least there's someone in District Eleven rooting for him to come home.