#so that’s when the lyrics about fighting for control will really resonate

[pwurrz]

listen i know writing in the wall is a picture perfect kaveh song but. but-

it’s also a yakumo song if you think about it. like really think about it. and squint a little bit.

[empty-dream]

Just Read SIN

Now I get why Mordred is here lmao. As well as Spartacus. Jing Ke is obvious choice. They are truly the trio of rebellion.

Well for a story in a land that went so far back and built upon dinasty after dinasty, it does make sense that this becomes yet another one of a rebellion.

Chen Gong look and is so cool! Meanwhile Red Hare really wants to do that "Are you my Master?" thing lmao

I'm so living for QSH keeps misnaming Koyanskaya and tortures her. I mean, after what she did in the last 2 LB, and also in Antartica, I wont lie it feels SO good to see her not on her high throne anymore lol.

Reverse engineering and China's penchant of making things mass produced and of cheap quality lmaooo I didnt expect that.

Now I understand the chaos inside Chinese players when SIN dropped first in JP. It's even more hilarious lmaoo

Now I understand Paisen's hatred for humanity even more... Lanling Wang must have been a SAINT for her to open up and build friendship that lasts BEYOND death, it seems.

And Xiang Yu has never been exactly humane either that he could romance her. I hear about Xiang Yu's last stand that's agonizingly easy to win because of his already low HP. Ngl if I was playing, I'd have a hard time too.

Ah Yu, My Yu. :''''''((((

Lanling Wang-Hinako team is so funny because they are like sitcom enemy for the protagonists. I mean, they come to pick a fight, lose, retreat, rinse and repeat. Kinda show that Hinako is a shit strategist lol.

In themes, LB3 is pretty similar with LB2 in that the people there are basically livestocks with neither wisedom, freedom nor future. I was pretty skeptical when I started LB3, fearing of too many similarities.

And turns out, I think the difference lies mostly in the Kings. Scathach-Skadi is a god acting like human, whereas Qin Shi Huang is the exact opposite. While they are similar in nature (a divine being with 24/7 surveillance and strict control), Skadi is, for better or worse, is compassionate and willing to give chances to her enemies. Whereras QSH is ruthless and quick to take action towards enemies. Skadi gives everything of her, QSH hoards everything for themselves. The role of a ruler is pushed on Skadi while QSH seizes it themselves. It's fascinating that such different rulers end up creating similar kind of civilization.

Now I understand why QSH is popular, appearance notwithstanding. For someone that is basically the self-apointed "only human on earth" (read: god) and the ego that come with such action, they sure are quick to relent once their thinking is proven wrong. Also it's funny to imagine they, basically a glowing moth-motif royal divine being, are tinkering with a tank like a mechanic on a garage.

Wasn't expecting QSH's ideal being defeated by a smartphone lol but at the same time it's so resonating and completely against everything they believe in. I also like that it's Jing Ke who delivers it.

The special theme song Thest is FIRE. Also fun that the lyrics is gibberish to reflect that the people in the Losbelt don't know alphabets.

Ngl it's not as dark as I though a work from THE Urobutchi Gen would be.

TL;DR: Confucians, p e r i s h.

[bgtea]

EOoS playlist? I guess

So I'm not going to lie, half of the Entirely Out of Spite playlist I have brewing is half vibes and half  gut wrenching lyrics but behold like Easier by The Crane Wives I cannot for the life of me pick a specific line bc the Whole Damn Thing is just. such a mood for Poor Ajax in this beautiful mess he's in (The only peace I have ever known Is the peace I made with you I won't move, but I can't stay here So what the hell am I supposed to do?) Good to You By Marianas Trench "Just got caught between Someone I just invented Who I really am and who I've become" Hello yes Identity shenanigans anyone? Put You Through Me by Arrows in Action "Don't start fallin', I'm sorry If I'm not here in the morning Give me all of you just for a piece of me" Who's in Control by Set it Off I was halfway into the midst of what I lovingly refer to as the Autopilot Incident b4 I had to go to work and this just. Hit like a truck, honestly the song that started it all "Tell me who's in control now My life is yours to hold Open up my box and pull the string Am I just a musical machine for ransom? Living in fear, living afraid Hysterical every day" Skeleton by Set it Off so much of this is so reminiscent of AR and Ajax's situation "Come and breathe the air into my lungs I just wanna be your skeleton Fix my head, stitch my soul Find out where it all went wrong" Poor darling AR honestly "A blinding pain behind my eyes Is covering up the truth Inside my brain's a parasite It's telling me what to do" System obvi "Pulling on chains, wanna break what I can't change All that rage put away in my ribcage Comes out in stages, how could I stage this?" the Foul Legacy fight  bc ouch "Making such a mess, it's getting permanently Painted in my head, and there's no going back So love me like I'm dead (hey), until there's nothing left" :) In An Emergency Such As The End Of The World by Chase Petra So much of this song slots into Ajax trying to find his footing but also the title line smacks of the Evacuation scenes bc Osial's escape really would've seemed like the end of the world and then of course "Just give it a little time, you've got your whole entire life Just give it a little time, unless the world implodes tonight" The Arrest Fuyunohanashi (translation by Madds Buckley) Admittedly a Lot of winter symbolism but like. Heavy Grieving Zhongli Vibes the entire chorus Hits Really Hard but "I live with my mistakes that cost me you Hey, so won’t you tell me what to say? You won’t come back to me, when I cry out your name" Nunemakers Parable by Everybody's Worried About Owen 90% vibes but these particular lines resonated "He said: One home burned down, one fell apart One met a flood, and one was nothing from the start Weapons build against me, well they all seem to fail But weapons built against my home They always will prevail"

[unchataparis]

A Review of Destruction

Fun fact of the post! The English lyrics of the opening song are "In the daytime, I’m Marinette, just an ordinary girl with an ordinary life. But there’s something that no one knows about me yet, 'Cause I have a secret", but the French lyrics are "Je m’appelle Marinette, une fille comme les autres. Mais quand je dois lutter contra les forces du mal, je devien-", which translates to 'My name is Marinette, a girl like any other. But when I have to fight against the forces of evil, I become–" and the chorus comes in with the resonating MIRACULOUS LADYBUG call.

"Ladybug, once I get that last Miraculous, you’ll disappear forever", Gabriel says in his evil monologue. Chat Noir goes back to not existing.

Another rational decision to ask Orikko immediately to grant Gabriel the power of time travel. Orikko’s powers are so bizarre, both Orikko and Ziggy’s powers are bizarre. They suit Marc and Nathaniel, since they are both artistic creators given the power of limitless creation, but these powers encroach a little too much on Ladybug’s territory. The two of them combined, technically could create their own Lucky Charm.

They’re doing a great job of irritating Gabriel.

How does a Holder have such oppressive powers against their Kwami? Who made this rule? Does the Holder have control over the Kwami because they possess the Miraculous Jewel? How does a human-made jewel have sun a reign over a formless concept?

That’s clever! Going around the restriction by forcing the Kwami to tell Gabriel where Ladybug lives. Reminds me of a similar get-a-round that happened in Vampire Academy.

Sabine has real snazzy pyjamas.

This episode on nonsense filler Latin.

So, Kwami can lie to their Holders.

Props to Alya for reacting so quickly.

Alya’s interruption is a good idea. Normally, Monarch would’ve been quicker to doubt and less likely to accept the fact that Marinette knows nothing but the keychain. But with his position outed and Ladybug likely on her way to apprehend him from terrorising random innocent citizens, he doesn’t raise as much questions and just want to get away.

Miles Morales.

So both Phillippe and Véronique, Véronique more, were in on the plan to help Ladybug.

This was a pretty solid strategy. Restrained, caged in, can’t risk making any hasty movements unless Monarque want the power of unlimited destruction coursing through his veins.

Ladybug bothering to explain how she knew Monarque was on her trail significantly reduces risk for Marinette.

The American dub focuses heavily on the characterisation that Monarque is a moth. The French dub refers to him as "papillon" only.

The only mistake Ladybug and Chat Noir made was underestimating the depths of Monarch’s desperation.

That really was a solid plan. Usually with Miraculous tactics, I can point out obvious fallacies or much sounder routes which would be ignored in cartoon settings in favour for pizzazz. But, here, I couldn't find a single foul in the plan to criticise. And Monarque could only get out by dealing himself the final damage.

I would not have felt any guilt in this scenario at all. As far as I'm concerned, Monarque dealt himself the blow.

Someone bothered to throw in "Lady Ice", but not the rest of the sentence? What’s going on? This is something so easy to do. Are the animators prevented from doing anything that’s not directly related to the plot?

The ribbon animation in this scene was great! They were bouncing and fluttering with Ladybug’s movements, I can’t remember if that has ever happened before.

All these events happened in one day? So, the true reason why Gabriel agreed so easily to Adrien wanting to quite modelling isn’t because he does want Adrien to have a shot at autonomous freedom or because he could just digitalise his son, but because he’s dying and wants to right all wrongs?

This episode really does set up the rest of the season, just like its predecessor. It introduces Gabriel's new facets of power. I don’t think there any special reason why Gabriel re-made the Miraculous into the shape of rings – there’s no link meant to Chat Noir, to clarify – it’s just the easiest way for a man like him to carry around 16 Miraculous without being too obvious about it. The next time Marinette spots him, she could point out, "why are all of your new jewellery the same exact Miraculous I lost?", but a really easy in-universe explanation could be that Gabriel manufactures faux-Miraculous jewels, like Lila’s fox pedant. Gabriel is supposed to be an avid Ladybug supporter. 

The audience comes to understand how Tomoe and Gabriel’s collaboration came to be –

And Gabriel has a new Miraculous Box and transformation. The over-wrapping lace is certainly – a unique touch. I like his previous Monarch look better, but this ingrain the more sickly aspect of his villainousness. His appearance oozes venom and tainted desire. It’s curious how Gabriel has blue pupils now. His 'Miraculous Box' is very personable, a ferris wheel cage, trapping hope like he traps the joy of his son. If Gabriel doesn’t have rights to it, he’ll just steal and build his own to contain it, basically. Very capitalistic mindset. Suits a fashion mogul.

[komamoka]

k o m a m u s i c g u s h | d a y o n e

hi it's koma!

this'll be my first post ever so i wanted to start with something im super passionate abt, that being music! more specifically, playing, listening to and analyzing music, both theory wise and how it makes me feel! so here's day one of this stuff where ill be talking about mainly vocals! (i do all kinds of music, literally any genre so feel free to send me songs to listen to!)

SHISHAMO is a band ive been listening to alot at the office and there's something incredibly soothing about the lead singers vocals that helps me get through the day. This last song in the shishamo 7 album really nails that in for me. Yume de Aete mo (夢で逢えても | Even If You Meet in a Dream) is a great showcase of miyazaki asako-san's vocal abilities. In the verses, she's in incredible control of her voice, being in total control of pitch despite the ever shifting dynamics. She's able to shift the timbre of her voice as well, singing with a more cutesy, staccato type of singing, to a much more fleshed out legato. Being able to switch it up allows for a greater range of calmer and more expressive sections that contrast with each other to make the song that much more interesting.

oho but then comes the chorus...

The chorus in this song always give me chills, sometimes makes me tear up if im in the right mood... There's something about the way her voice quivers while she sings that makes it resonate with me. It feels to me like the quiver in your voice when you try and speak about something emotional. Fighting back against tears, heartache, anxieties, everything keeping you back from spilling out your heart and voice. I know myself to quiver in my voice while i sing as well out of nerves, but miyazaki makes it intentional and that's able to convey more than nervousness. AND THEN SHE'S STILL ABLE TO SING THIS STUFF WITH DYNAMIC RANGE! she quiets down for the last chorus before repeating again with so much passion and power it makes my chest feel tight with emotion.

thats all i have to say, but there's definitely so much more to this song beyond vocals. the guitar riff is so relaxed and chill and im in the process of learning it for myself! i can't even speak to the meaning of the lyrics but such is the universality of music where emotions can well up regardless of lyrical understanding! but im sure lyrics make it all the more better and i wish i could understand it fully myself.

thanks for reading~

[akitchensinktome]

Fall Away

(tw: self-harm)

Fall Away is quite straightforward about losing control of the dark side of the mind. As Tyler begins, “I don’t wanna fall, fall away”, he states that he doesn’t really want to lose this battle with his demons. But then the second time of the chorus comes, and the phrase “fall away” is split into a weird rhythm, “fall a” and “way”. I’d like to think that this is the “falling apart” mentioned in the pre-chorus. I could picture the words literally falling apart and not sticking together if they were in a lyrics video. This slight twist musically also tells us that Tyler is not holding it together. 

In the first verse, Tyler starts describing how he “disguises” as being “fine”. I personally (and I think a lot of us do as well) resonate with this way of living – pretending to be emotionally healthy but in fact we are struggling inside. Especially with the line “I don’t want your way, I want mine”. I have meds for my mental illness but there are times when I don’t want to or even refuse to take them. I don’t want to recover, I just want to let my mind take my life. And I think religiously this applies as well. It’s often said that God has His own plans and He gave us our purpose. But whatever that purpose is, I’m still struggling to find it, and even if I knew it, I wouldn’t want to fulfill it. It would mean that I have to go on in this life. But I just want to end it.

In a more literal sense, “keeping the lights on” to me is relevant to the line “And my skin, it will start to break up and fall apart”. In the middle of darker nights as I struggle with self harm, I would turn the lights off so my parents would think I’m asleep and won’t check up on me, while in fact I’m awake and hurting myself. Usually if I stay up late (which, unfortunately happens all the time ._.), I keep the lights on and do whatever I’m doing, art or music. I guess it sort of has turned into an indicator for myself that, if I keep the lights on, I won’t self harm. The obvious reason is because my parents might walk in on me. But there’s something about staying awake in an all dark room. It’s like light can no longer protect you from the dark thoughts in your head. You are within the darkness. You can’t even see yourself.

Another highlight of the lyrics is “my crime is my sentence” from the second verse. Essentially this is about death, or more specifically about taking one’s own life. When I’m at my lowest, to the point of contemplating death, there comes a line that I think has appeared in my diary multiple times now: “I should take my life. Even if it’s a sin, even if it hurts people, it would be my last time committing such a crime.” Tyler has precisely and cleverly put it into a new point of view. The way I punish myself is to commit a bigger crime. And in this same verse, we again see how Tyler is slowly “losing his mind”, as he states that he doesn’t even know if he’s dying or living, when back in the first verse, he has stated that he’s dying and trying, which means that at least he still knows that he is still fighting in this battle during the first verse. And honestly the reason why he’s fighting in verse 2 isn’t really a strong point as well. “‘Cause I will save face for name’s sake” as he said, the “name” here possibly either referring to God’s name or the family’s name, he doesn’t want to become a disgrace to others and God. But if I had to pretend to be fine in order to not become a failure, this is already in a way showing that I am in fact a failure, and I’m not living up to God’s or my family’s standard. Everyone wishes that I would eventually get better. But deep down I feel that it’s my destiny to be pulled towards my grave.

An interesting detail (that may or may not be Tyler’s intentions) that I noticed in this song is the “la la la la la~”’s throughout the chorus, and especially towards the end it’s the la-la-la’s and also the “woo~woo~wooo”’s in the background. I think that singing “la-la-la”’s is in a way showing that a person is in a light mood, but this vocalisation is put in a song where the persona is pretending to be fine. And together with a sadder tone of the woo’s in the back and somewhat tragic and melancholic music, I guess it’s another way of showing how the person is pretending to be happy despite all the battles in his head. In front of you, I could make up a smiley face and sing “lalala”. But in the back of my mind, the battlefield cries echo. |-/

[thebandcampdiaries]

Prophi$ee presents: "Not Holding Back."

Prophi$ee is a rap artist who recently dropped a new single named "Not Holding Back." This is a perfect example of his personality and ability to ignite the spark of modern hip-hop with new ideas and a lot of charisma.

As the title might suggest, this is a very energetic, upfront, and highly dynamic rap song. It feels like a quintessential example of what it means to make uncompromising hip-hop about attitude.

The production is very powerful and dynamic, focusing particularly on the punchy edge of the beat. However, the vocals are most definitely the most important element in this song because they provide the personality and the vibe they make. Prophi$ee's distinctive style sets him apart from numerous other rappers and up-and-coming artists in the music industry. His unique flow allows him to stand out in a highly competitive music scene, distinguishing him from others who are striving to make their mark.

The storytelling element in this release is truly exceptional. It's one of the standout features that sets this song apart. While many rappers shy away from getting personal in their lyrics, Prophi$ee fearlessly embraces the song's title and openly shares his own experiences with the audience. This level of authenticity and openness adds a special depth to the music that resonates with listeners. This track is all about him looking back to all of his trials and tribulations, to all of the challenges that led him to disappoint in his life. For better or for worse, what we go through in life is what shapes us and what makes us who we are. "Not Holding Back" is a very powerful reminder that we should never back down and we should always keep fighting for ourselves and what we believe in. In order to achieve success, it's crucial to remain focused and not allow the challenges of life to derail your progress. Additionally, it's important to ignore the negative opinions of others and not let their criticisms hinder your journey toward achieving your goals. With this song, Prophi$ee shares his story, reminding people that he is in control of his path. The powerful and electrifying sound of the mix matches the meaning of the song, endowing it with even more significance.

The song has a duration of three minutes, yet it manages to deliver a powerful impact within this relatively short timeframe. The track starts with the sounds of gunshots and police sirens as a moody Melody begins to fade in. The beat has a lot of power, but at the same time, it is refreshingly sparse. It is not your average 808 and electronic samples but something with a more organic approach. This snare has a rim click type sound that really cuts through the mix, and there's also room for some percussive elements that give the song a very distinctive vibe. The rich and resonant piano notes add a powerful and haunting quality to the music, infusing it with melody and a lot of depth. The piano part does lend a cinematic quality to the instrumental piece, evoking a sense of drama and ambiance.

When the more conventional electronic drum elements come in, they lock in perfectly with the initial beat pattern, creating a very evocative pattern that's very cleverly produced and laid out in the mix. You really only find this kind of level of sophistication and attention to detail at the top of the food chain when it comes to rap music, especially, so it's incredible to see so much personality from an artist who is showing a lot of potential and growth from the get-go. This seems to be the very first track by Prophi$ee available on Spotify and other streaming services, so it is a giant milestone. There are not many rappers out there who are able to provide such a high level of quality and consistency at such an early stage of their career, so this is really impressive, especially because his track feels like it could easily go ahead with any of the best rap tracks released within the last 15 years. As they say, everything is in its right place, and the production really enables Prophi$ee to tell his story and showcase his fears and unapologetic attitude, which makes him stand out, not only as a rapper but also as a storyteller and songwriter with a power to reach out to people and inspire them.

Hey there! If you're a fan of diverse artists like Lil Wayne, Kanye West, Hopsin, or Wiz Khalifa, you should definitely check out Prophi$ee's latest release, "Not Holding Back." This track is currently available on Apple Music, Spotify, and many other top digital streaming services. Don't miss out on the chance to discover more about Prophi$ee and listen to this awesome track!

We also had the opportunity to ask the artist a few questions. Keep reading for more!

Not Holding Back" is a powerful and energetic track. Can you tell us about the inspiration behind the song and what motivated you to share your personal experiences so openly?

The inspiration behind the song is just being tired of letting life keep throwing you curve balls, and finally standing up, facing life head on and never looking back anymore on anything, just focused on the future endeavors and remembering who you truly are. You are made to be different and to go through some tough battles, but we sometimes become complacent and forget who we are, where we come from and why God chose us to be hire vessels here on earth

The production of "Not Holding Back" is very dynamic, with a unique blend of organic and electronic elements. How did you approach the production process, and what was your vision for the overall sound of the track?

Honestly, I let the engineer teach me different ways to hear music and let him have his input freely and help make some great suggestions, overall, my vision for the sound of the track was to make people resonate with never having to hold back about anything and never looking back about the past and just continuing to move forward. I wanted to give people a small glimpse into the life of Prophi$ee, and how far he's come as a person and rapper.

How do you balance sharing your own life experiences with creating music that resonates with your audience?

Honestly, when the beat turns on, it's just me and my music. I really make music based on how I feel, what's on my mind or what I feel like the audience can relate with me about. I try to tell as much as I can about myself while also keeping it as authentic as I can.

You mentioned in the song that you faced many challenges and disappointments. Can you share a specific moment or experience that was particularly influential in shaping your journey as an artist?

If I'm being honest, the moment I lost my grandma is the moment the world didn't revolve around me in the same way ever again. I started to see everything they I didn't once see, and through that it pushed me to go harder to get out of certain positions. I also watched my parents give their all to make sure I had necessities in life and kept a roof over my head. That's what drove me and influenced my journey.

The song has a dramatic intro, featuring gunshots and police sirens, creating a vivid atmosphere. What message are you trying to convey with this intense opening, and how does it tie into the rest of the track?

I wanted people to understand the dramatics of where I come from and that we are doing our best to get out of those situations and move to better places with more positivity so you don't have to constantly hear police sirens or gunshots and relive different past moments.

As a new artist with such a strong debut track, what are your goals for the future?

My goals are to follow up with something better each and every time but I also want to give my fans a glimpse of my life so they can relate to me and learn more about my life and where I come from. My goals are to just get my name out there and keep it hot, keep it in rotation and do my best to hold it down with the greats.

[muraque]

Channeled messages from your person (or which you are thinking romantically)

Pile 1 - 

Hey love, I miss talking to you everyday... i want to know where it has gone wrong, i thought i was going right, appreciating you and loving you. All i could give is myself and my love for you. It’s not like i’m asking you to accept me right away. But i wonder what you think of me though. I always tell you immediately if i see you as beautiful, but you always get shy or nonchalant about it. Hope you can see yourself the way i see you because you are the most lovable person in my eyes. Maybe i was rushing the connection it made you detach a lil bit. But it’s okay we could keep the bond strong by communicating. I’m always there but i don’t know how long... 

(this person is your best friend or someone that you share lot of memories.... straight out crushing you to the end of the world, help me bcs i imagine them like staring at you w lovestruck eyes, when u get sick they’d be doing spartan war to keep you safe etc. but you seem to confuse their objective, <maybe cause of insecurities> it’s okay we’re all going through something, we all made for something but this is telling me not to ignore your feelings, be mature enough to communicate your feelings, this person won’t bite... they are eager to communicate with you, they just keep asking whyyyyy? like whyyyy xD i dunno man, i dunno <it is what is is> maybe you say that a lot)

shufflemancy:

https://genius.com/Heart-what-about-love-lyrics

I've been lonely

I've been waiting for you

I'm pretending and that's all I can do

The love I'm sending

Ain't making it through to your heart

You've been hiding, never letting it show

Always trying to keep it under control

You got it down and you're well

On the way to the top

But there's something that you forgot

Pile 2 -

i think i embrace every moment, every adventure that i’ve spend with you. You are so different than me which was very devastating when i met you the first time. I tried to keep my cool, i tried to see how it goes.. and well now we’re here. Almost i wish we could get married but somehow we always get into these pity fights about things. It’s not about right or wrong honey, it’s about saying it without hurting each other, growing from what we are from the past and actually seeing the future together. We have different plans, visions, even family ... there are things that i envy so much about you, that i love... but i see the future with you, i want to keep it that way. And i’m sorry if i always say harsh words, i see you cry all the time but i just didn’t grow up to be emotionally open about myself. Hope you can help me better myself up, don’t hide anything from me please.

( So when i did this pile, i felt so eager to throw away everything and go to bed and cry about everything that is falling apart, like the feeling of the person and you might has to do with this. Shufflemancy helped me a lot because my personal messages card was really confusing, but i dig hard to know the meaning of the lyrics and how it does resonate with the reading, and then i found this : “Eric and I had been in a band together, and it wasn’t going well. I had a family business I was helping with in advertising, and my commitment to the band was flagging, so he said, ‘You’ve gotta go.’ He was my best friend and he kicked me out. We didn’t talk for six weeks. He had written four songs in his life, and I’d been one of the main writers in the band. He calls me one day and says, ‘Let’s get together and write a song, just for the heck of it.’ I did it because he was my friend. I tried to put aside my anger and my hurt and in 90 minutes, we wrote ‘We Belong.’) <i didn’t wrote much cause i think this info shares a lot already>

shufflemancy:

https://genius.com/Pat-benatar-we-belong-lyrics

We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder

We belong to the sound of the words, we've both fallen under

Whatever we deny or embrace, for worse or for better

We belong, we belong, we belong together

Pile 3 - 

OOOH baby, i’m on cloud 9, hope you feel the same too! like i want to hold your hand and just grab by your waist and just whisper sweet words to you. U always keep it low low. How can you be this kind and so beautiful?! like i’m ready to build future with you. You know that i only show my vulnerable side to you, you have seen me through the ups&downs and from the heart i just want to really give you everything that you could wish for. But you always try to build your own empire, i’m there with that aswell, your words are wise yet always has this way of acceptance, healing where people would trust your vision, JUST YOU. I just want to say keep going, you are doing great i’m right next to you even though things from outside influence (job, career, family, 3rd party, friends) always keep our schedule busy... i will work hard to reach your heavenly realms.. just wait for me

(oh my, i wouldn’t want to say this but this is sooo simp, have you guys watched that recent tiktok video where dude was carrying a girl with a rose in his mouth saying “you are my princess” like sheesh, they are ready to fight and grind, even the song i picked up was from SIMBAH, like their friends are making them a RIP poster cuz they lost it when they saw you, so much love so much independence, like you guys literally just thriving with self care and love, it has manifested the right person hohoho, enjoy )

shufflemancy:

https://genius.com/Elton-john-can-you-feel-the-love-tonight-end-title-lyrics

There's a calm surrender to the rush of day

When the heat of a rolling wind can be turned away

An enchanted moment, and it sees me through

It's enough for this restless warrior just to be with you

[pokesplendor]

rosa’s team from sword as gijinka! info about them beneath the cut.

Ella - Cinderace - she/her - lesbian Black - cis woman - age 21

Ella is full of joy and life, she’s smiles and cheer, she’s happy to be here! A young soccer pro drafted into League battling for her fiery passion and clear leadership potential. She has a natural charisma about her that brings people together and execute plans correctly, as evidenced by her time on the field. She stayed briefly in the Champion’s guard, where she met Graves as a Sobble, and the two became friends, despite being from different walks of life. That’s Ella for you, making friends wherever she goes, and that is a pervasive fact through her journey for the league. Of course, she never expected to have to face down a God like Eternatus, but she didn’t let that stop her.

Besides soccer, she’s passionate about cooking and loves to fire up the stove with curry! She’s all about that curry! She’s also always down for some pre-dinner stretching, some pre-dinner fighting, just a little brawling here or there. She never thought she’d be so into competitive battle, but there’s something intoxicating about it she can’t resist. She feels like she can make friends through an exchange of fists!

Ella just loves making friends, exchanging numbers, becoming pen pals, it’s all so fun! She didn’t expect to find those she considers her family through her journey but here she is! Thomasin is her best pal, she might even consider her a sister! And where would she be without Connie, she’s been there the longest. Sometimes she steals Connie’s hand to hold, and other times, she steals her lips.

Connie - Sandaconda - they/she - queer Mexican-Japanese - nonbinary woman - age 30

Connie is a sleepy individual. They’re always in a bit of a haze, like they just didn’t get enough sleep, or maybe they got too much sleep and they can’t snap out of it. They just love naps! Is that such a problem? Their manager certainly seemed to think so. Connie is an accomplished model who would often sneak off to the wilderness to camp for a few days at a time to get away from the busy city. This is how they met Ella and were swept into a gym challenge. They didn’t expect to like it, but you know, if you have to be awake, they don't mind giving a deserving individual a good bop. Their striking gaze sent shivers down the enemies spine, assisting a great deal in a tough spot.

As stated, Connie is a model, and being a model means you have a lot of responsibilities that you can completely ignore and run off at the drop of a hat to do whatever you please. Their manager is not too fond of them, but they can’t find it in their heart to care. They do care about the fashion they have to wear, it’s been their dream job since they were little to wear the fanciest clothes you can. They’re good at their job, they’re good at looking pretty in nice clothes, and that’s how they keep it.

They love the friends they’ve made along the way, Thomasin is always stubbornly trying to knock them off balance and prove herself superior, but it’s all good fun. And they quite enjoys Sybil’s attempts at music. And Minerva and Ella’s combined efforts to produce excellent cooking! Oh, Ella, she’s a darling, isn’t she. Connie is smitten with her, that’s for sure.

Matilda - Hatterene - she/they - lesbian Japanese - nonbinary - age 27

Matilda is a witch from the swampy areas in the Glimmwood Tangle. She would happily live there for the rest of her life and not interact with other people if necessary, but she unfortunately happened to leave the safety of her bog for family reasons (if she had a choice she never would have, but ugh, relatives), and during that time, ran into Ella and the gang, who excitedly recruited her to their great quest across the land. At first, she only intended to be along for the ride back to the Glimmwood Tangle, but for reasons she’d never admit to, she stuck around.

She is a calm, collected individual, keeping her emotions in check constantly and disgusted by those who freely express themselves for the world to be known. Little known to others, her emotions bubble beneath the surface, and if pushed too far, they boil over and she gets extremely overwhelmed and unable to control herself. Not that she lets that happen ever (often). She mostly deals in potions of various uses, and magics that stir nature in a pot to boil much like her emotions.

Matilda isn’t looking for anyone to date, she isn’t looking for friends, she isn’t looking for anyone at all. Especially men. Stereotypical mean man-hating lesbian right here. She’d never admit she has feelings for Ella (the feeling is friendship) and wishes Sybil will just leave her alone (she gets flustered.)

Sybil - Toxicitry - she/her - bi White - trans woman - age 20

Look out, here’s team baby! And she’s loud, she’s proud, she’s here to rock and roll! And, oh, that didn’t rhyme, did it? She’s working on that, she swears. From a family of successful doctors and midwives, she had big dreams to get out of babysitting newborns, and get out there and get her voice heard! She wants to rock people’s faces off with her awesome guitar solos! Granted, she’s not that good at guitar, she’s better on base, and she’s not the best at singing, but she swears she has sick lyrics. When Ella’s group stopped at her family’s nursery, she could tell there was greatness on its way up, and she figured she could ride it to success!

Sybil can be very explosive about her interests, launching into long spirals of talking, one topic to the next, she can’t control herself. She’s autistic and she just wants you to know! Things she likes! That’s not bad, right? She never stops to ask if they want her to stop, she really can let it get away from her. It’s fine though, her new group of friends are so supportive! More than her family had been, she’d even venture to call this new group more family than she’d known.

She gets along real well with Ella, the two can be seen playing ball or sparring at any given time, gotta keep up with them gains! And when running into Graves’ group, she’s in talks with Thrasher to start a band together! And then there’s Matilda, she once witnessed her emotions boil over and it was so cute she just has to see it again. Sybil can be a little menace.

Minerva - Appletun - she/they - lesbian White - trans woman - age 45

Minerva certainly isn’t old enough to be considered a grandma, but she is, actually, a grandma. She’s got a few kids from back in the day before she transitioned, and those kids had a few more kids, and here she is, grandmother at a young age. What this means to say is she’s definitely team mom when it comes to Ella’s group. She’s surrounded by children nearly the age of her own, and someone’s got to mother them! She ran into the group when they were visiting the nursery with her newest grandchild, and what was a small agreement to help with the upcoming gym turned into an adventure she didn’t expect! She never traveled when she was younger and found she loved it.

She also loved the kids that came along with it. She loved feeding them especially. Ella was a little prodigy with food, and Minerva just wanted to feed that flame and love of food. Minerva loves food, she’s a cook by trade and she loves filling a meal with love. Other than that, she collects old books, out of print editions, and keeps them in her sturdy little home up by Circhester. She was content being alone for so long, long distant contact with her children, she didn’t expect to need company.

But that company she definitely had. She found an old soul resonating with her in Iosefka, the two oldest of the group, the old Frosmoth always seemed to have just the right ingredients for her stews. Something stewed between the two of them, there’s for sure. She also enjoyed running into Graves’ group and meeting Grevious, a fellow designated mom.

Iosefka - Frosmoth - she/her - lesbian Black - cis woman - age 48

Iosefka was but a simple traveling merchant. She’d seen all shades of Galar over the years, seeing it’s darkest underbelly, to its brightest sun shining peaks, and she loves her home region with all her heart despite knowing there’s some people that it would be better without. But she’s not one to comment on that, not unless asked, after all, she’s just an unassuming merchant here to stock you up for the road and not give her opinion, heavens no! So wasn’t it so surprising that she was absolutely swept up from her solitary traveling live into Ella’s little group, something about the little girl was just so charming, she wanted to see where her journey took her.

She loves collecting the rarest of the rare, the sweetest of delicacies, there’s nothing better than traveling to a little unknown spot to get the hardest to find ingredients growing where you might not expect them, and roll into town and being overwhelmed with the local restaurants vying for her samples. She’s not opposed to finding shiny things as well, but something about food, it entices her. She loves providing for a good meal. She’s a bit of a shit cook though.

Iosefka isn’t exactly guarded with her feelings, but she’s not open either; it comes with being a merchant, she gets her feelings across in a sly sort of way. But she’s found a family with Ella’s group, a place she doesn’t have to hide her blunt rudeness. And in traveling, found new love with Minerva. The two are quite a pair of old gays.

Thomasin - Dubwool - she/her - lesbian Black - cis woman - age 23

The first to be recruited to the great quest across Galar in hopes of taking the Championship title, Thomasin is exactly what you’d expect of the league battler. She trained for years hoping to get picked up by someone in the circuit and show off her skills. She’s always down to fight and dominate in the field, and prove her worth. Not that her worth needed to be proven to Ella, who was happy to accept someone so eager. Even happier to call her a friend! Thomasin felt kinship with her right away and the two set off with pure confidence. She didn’t shy away from a League fight, and she certainly didn’t show fear when facing down a god.

Outside of battling, she (secretly) is a dedicated poet and songstress. She can’t sing, but she loves writing music and ballads, about grand adventures of pirates, and heaty thrists between ever gallant knights and fair princesses in the midst of complicated politics. She’s been working on her magnum opus for quite some time, an epic combining all her favorite things to write about… in that it’s still a work in progress. She’s got the characters, the world, she just doesn’t know how they fit together!

Thomasin and Ella are nearly inseparable, they’re always running around, full of energy and love and they can tumble down in the grass covered in stains and laughing without a problem. She lets Sybil in on their love, the three youngest getting along swell. And she won’t lie, she is slightly interested in Maverick from Graves’ team. (She just might have a thing for knights.)

[omegalomania]

I think tumblr ate my ask or it just didn't sent but what are your favorite Bastille songs / what are some songs you recommend?

i did NOT get this ask im very sorry anon.

it's genuinely hard for me to narrow down cause bastille is pretty up there in terms of favorite artists. i love all their shit, but a special mention goes out to their second studio album wild world since it's the one that made me a Fan

uh so here's a primer i guess i spent too much time on this lmao.

if you wanna listen to their big hits:

flaws - their first single in the uk. if you ever listened to ship playlists on 8tracks in like 2013-2015 then you've probably heard this song or a variant on it at some point.

pompeii - this is the song that really put them on the map and you definitely know it. it dominated the charts all over the place.

happier - the marshmello song that you've definitely heard before too. i think bastille wrote this for justin bieber or some shit but then decided they liked it too much to give it to him? lmao. anyway if you're not digging the version you hear on the radio all the time i recommend trying the stripped down version

good grief - their big hit off their second album. big in the uk, didn't really make as many waves elsewhere, but it's a really solid song anyway. one of those "upbeat tunes that's actually really fucking sad" ones

things we lost in the fire - another one off their first album. if you live in a wildfire area this might not be one to turn to. or maybe you'll find it cathartic idk i certainly do!!

quarter past midnight - a song about escapism, as was fitting when it was released in 2018 and equally fitting now. running away for a night of fucking around with friends, craving any kind of brief departure from the chaos of the modern world

skulls - this one was not a hit or a single and is technically a bonus track but i'm including it because once again if you ever clicked on a ship playlist on 8tracks in like 2013-2015 you've heard this one. and you know what that was justified this one is also good

if you wanna feel existentially depressed:

their whole discography. i mean i kid but i also don't. that's just kind of how bastille does it. BUT IN ALL SERIOUSNESS ones that hit me in particular would beeee

two evils - kind of a grim, haunting one introspecting about morality of the self.

oblivion - musing about the afterlife, love, and how time changes all of us.

those nights - contemplating what it is we seek when we plunge into reckless escapism, and the inherent loneliness of it; how even when surrounded by people there's still the pressure of the world outside, continuously coming to pieces

the draw - this one was written about the pull of pursuing a career in music vs. staying home with family and friends. in a broader sense, it can apply to a lot of things. i always felt it resonated with feelings of paranoia and displacement

winter of our youth - discusses childhood, nostalgia, and regret. if it feels like everything's slipping away, is it easier to relive the past, especially if the past is tinted rose?

sleepsong - loneliness, desperation, and the cyclical, abyss-like nature of all it encapsulates

if you want discussion of serious topics:

final hour - a bonus track off their second album that also became a bonus track off their third album? anyway this song talks about climate change and gun control. happy stuff

doom days - this one talks about, uh, everything! doomscrolling, political divides, escalating national tensions, climate change again, etc.

the currents - a song centered on political rhetoric and the power that figureheads have over the masses, the way they can orchestrate hate. basically it's not so subtly aimed at donald trump lmao, dan's literally sung it as much in a few live settings

WHAT YOU GONNA DO??? - social media addiction and the way capitalism and corporate interests have annexed our online experiences, fighting desperately for our attention as they seek to monetize every available aspect of our lives

four walls (the ballad of perry smith) - well this one is about uh. perry smith. who was charged with the death penalty for killing 4 people in the late 50's. but it's less directly about him and more a discussion of the morality of the death penalty and capital punishment

snakes - burgeoning anxieties and the impulse to turn to easy outs, like ignorance or alcoholism, to escape the world's global problems

if you want some pop culture sprinkled on top:

icarus - greek mythology. i like this one because it addresses something that i feel isn't addressed enough in discussions of this myth, which is that icarus is a very young lad. less about the pride of the fall, and more about the inherent tragedy of that.

laura palmer - the whole song is a david lynch shoutout. i've never seen twin peaks myself but the song still slaps.

daniel in the den - christian mythology. discusses the biblical tale of daniel in the lion's den and links that up to themes of betrayal and family.

poet - this one's a double feature, referencing both william shakespeare's sonnet 18 and edmund spencer's sonnet 75. also one of my favorites.

send them off! - this is another one of my favorites of theirs. it's also been described by dan as "othello meets the exorcist" and it very much delivers there

if you want something uplifting:

joy - while bastille (understandably) has a bit of reputation as a band that makes sad music about sad things, they've definitely got some happier songs in their catalogue. pun intended cha ching. this one's one of their more straightforwardly happy tunes

survivin' - this was a song they wrote while they were touring and then felt weird about releasing once the panini hit because it felt a bit on the nose. they ended up releasing it anyway and i am so glad they did cause it's a mood

act of kindness - the "happy" part here is debatable but i'm gonna include it anyway. it’s when someone does something nice for you and that impulse Changes you way down deep you know???

warmth - one of those "the world's going to shit but at least we have each other" kinds of tunes

the anchor - one of those "the world's going to shit but you're the one fucking thing that's still keeping me here" kinds of tunes

give me the future - their latest single as of this writing and one of the more optimistic tracks in their catalogue imo! it's yearning, but it's also with a genuine hope for the future.

and LASTLY. because im going to take every chance i can to plug this band. im going to throw some collabs and covers at you because there's one thing this band does SUPER well and it's collabs and covers.

of the night - this is the big one. it mashes up rhythm of the night by corona and rhythm is a dancer by SNAP! and it's so good they still do this one live and it goes off every time.

no angels - a mashup of "no scrubs" by TLC and "angels" by the xx, poured into a strangely mournful tune with clips from the hitchcock movie psycho. doesn't sound like it should work but it does. kinda really does.

torn apart - with GRADES and lizzo no less!!! it's got two parts but they're both excellent listen to them both

weapon - collab with angel haze, dan priddy, and F*U*G*Z and one of my absolute favorites

remains - remix of their song "skulls" but featuring rag'n'bone man and skunk anansie that adds an entire new dimension to the song, really fucking excellent

old town road mashup - lil nas x's old town road meets lizzo's good as hell meets radiohead's talk show host meets talking heads' road to nowhere meets the osmond's crazy horse. "what the fuck that shouldn't work" i KNOW and yet here it is!! BLATANTLY BANGING!!!

we can't stop - one of the few times dan smith subtly changes the lyrics of the song he's covering (most of the time he opts to keep the original pronouns and the like, which is very nice to see). anyway this one mixes miley cyrus's we can't stop with eminem's lose yourself and billy ray cyrus's achy breaky heart. and also the lion king's i just can't wait to be king is there. yes i know it sounds batshit especially because the whole thing is surprisingly melodic and heartfelt and you know what it works.

anyone but me x nightmares - mashing up joy crookes' anyone but me with easy life's nightmares and absolutely one of my favorites.

bad guy mashup - how many songs can they include with the word "bad" in the title? we've got bad guy (billie eilish), bad decisions (bastille), bad romance (lady gaga), and bad blood (taylor swift). bastille even has a song called bad blood and they didnt use it. they used taylor swift's version. also the distinctive guitar riff from dick dale's misirlou is there.

somebody mashup - how many songs can they include with the word "some" in the title? someone like you (adele), somebody told me (the killers), somebody to love (queen), use somebody (kings of leon), and someone you loved (lewis capaldi). seriously these guys take mashups to a new level.

final song - this is a cover of MØ's final song. it also adds in craig david's 7 days and, impossibly enough, europe's final countdown. how does it work. how.

ALL RIGHT. THATS ALL IVE GOT IN ME. HOPE THIS HELPED ANON AND IM SORRY IF THIS IS TOO MUCH

[jun-hyungs]

my brain has been infected so i’m making a list of headcanons for the neo twewy au before i forget

ranjiro/aiger

the lyrics from the post are from we’re losing you

ranjiro had a bad relationship with his family so he ran away from home

he bought a reaper pin because he thought it looked cool, pulling him into the game

however, he didn’t really like the idea of returning to his old life over the course of the game so he decided to join the reapers

aiger died, and going by the rules of the og game, his entrance fee was naru

with aiger being aiger, working in teams wasn’t really his style and when it became evident he wasn’t going to be able to win the game, he turned to the reapers instead in hopes of at least saving naru

ranjiro and aiger were paired together as work partners, though they hated each other at first because aiger didn’t like being a reaper and kept trying to sabotage ranjiro

as ranjiro learned more about aiger, he started regretting how he felt towards his family and they ended up bonding over the fact that they both wished they were better siblings

ranjiro started covering for aiger a lot more when he didn’t want to follow orders, and from there they started developing feelings for each other and eventually started dating

they might’ve started planning to escape the reapers, but the higher ups who have been keeping tabs on aiger saw his potential to become a powerful reaper in the form of something similar to his resonance, so they put him under intense training where aiger essentially had to fight for his life until he could harness the noise’s power as his own without the use of pins and developed an even stronger form like the previous gms

ranjiro wasn’t able to do anything to stop them or else he’d be risking his own life, but he was always there to take care of aiger afterwards

being molded into the reapers’ weapon, aiger suffered a lot of trauma and became despondent, only really talking to ranjiro who is the only one who can get him under control after he transforms, though sometimes he gets hurt in the process

aiger also started to forget about naru the more he became a monster. ranjiro is the one who reminds him based on what aiger told him about her

they still go on dates in their free time, and ranjiro often buys aiger new clothes because he likes to spoil him. aiger likes anything that ranjiro picks

aiger clings to ranjiro who is his only pillar of support, and anyone who tries to hurt ranjiro has to answer to him. the reapers use this to their advantage when they want to get aiger to follow orders

right now ranjiro is trying to find a way to get the both of them away from the reapers and hopefully turn aiger back to how he was before

ranjiro’s fav restaurants: justice burger, spicy curry don, suzu slurpz

aiger’s fav restaurants: sby bbq, donburi town

rantaro/valt

theme: world is yours

both rantaro and valt are avid tin pin players, and while they might’ve seen each other in the rg before, they didn’t really meet until they both entered the game

after losing contact with ranjiro, rantaro started looking for him, though it wasn’t until much later that he found a reaper pin as his only lead

being a pin collector, it was inevitable that valt would get his hands on a reaper pin as well

they agreed to team up as soon as they met each other in the game and quickly bonded over tin pin

they came up with their team name ‘shibuya slammers’ together

valt is a huge fan of hog fang

valt bought rantaro his chain necklace, and rantaro bought them matching hog fang shoes

everyone knows that they’re practically dating except for them

rantaro has yet to meet ranjiro again, but it won’t be pretty when he does

rantaro told valt about his search for ranjiro, and valt wants to help because he sympathizes with him

rantaro’s fav restaurants: justice burger, sby bbq, tacos y mas tacos

valt’s fav restaurants: justice burger, asia fantasia

ranzo/bel

the lyrics from the post are from chase

during a trip to japan, ranzo bought a reaper pin thinking it would make a good souvenir

he follows rantaro on social media and got into tin pin because of him, though there’s not as big of a tin pin crowd in brazil than in japan

ranzo is a one-person team. when he tried to join other teams, they each found themselves getting targeted by more noise than the others, so they all kicked ranzo out thinking he was bad luck

bel doesn’t have any family left in this au. he didn’t have a good relationship with his extended family nor the staff he had employed

he bought a reaper pin because it has his ‘aesthetic.’ he quickly mastered using pins, but didn’t work well on a team, so when the reapers offered to recruit him he jumped at the opportunity

bel is extremely talented at manipulating the noise, but no one takes him seriously because he’s still just a kid. as a result, he doesn’t really get along with the other reapers

bel was the first person ranzo met in the game, so he didn’t know bel was technically his enemy and tried to make friends with him. even after bel explained the rules of the game and chased him away with noise, ranzo never stopped treating him as a friend

at first bel just thought ranzo was annoying and kept targeting him during missions, but ranzo was always friendly with him and actually saw him as an equal, so bel developed a soft spot for him

eventually, bel started getting jealous of anyone who tried getting too close to ranzo so he would target them instead. he felt guilty that ranzo kept getting kicked out of different teams because of him, so he also started secretly helping ranzo during missions, with the exception of scramble slams where it would be impossible for him to be discreet about it

when bel isn’t busy harassing ranzo, he sometimes complains to him about his job, and one time ranzo asked him if he’d want to quit and go back to the rg with him if ranzo won the game. bel never gave him an answer, but he’s still highly considering it

bel wants to ask ranzo to be a reaper with him because he doesn’t want to go back to his old life, but he also knows that ranzo still wants to return to the rg

both ranzo and bel like to shop at tigre punks

ranzo’s fav restaurants: asia fantasia, tacos y mas tacos, crowned curry

bel’s fav restaurants: udagawa parfait, fluffy n sweet, cutie pies

[gmwsuperfan5467890]

Edit: I’ve posted this around 2 years ago after 5x09 aired but I am editing it now because it is blocky and almost impossible to read. This is a drabble of Eddie listening to “How am I supposed to live without you” by Michael Bolton and pining over Buck.

When Eddie heard that Buck told Taylor that he loves her, he played how “How am I supposed to Live without you” by Michael Bolton on repeat for hours, while feeling that type of numbness where sadness is creeping in the background just itching to get out. His eyes are burning with unshed tears but he won’t let them drop because it’s the only thing he can control. Eddie resonates with each lyric of the song, his numbness eventually turning into anger at himself and regret.

Regret that he didn’t take a chance and tell Buck, how he really felt, regret of the distance that he put between them.

“How am I supposed to live without you?”

“Now that I’ve been loving you so long?”

The lyrics hit Eddie like a ton of bricks, Buck has been so integrated into his and Christopher’s lives; they were their own little family unit. How can he live without Buck? How can Christopher ? How can he live knowing that Buck and Taylor will eventually get married and start a family together? When in his heart, he has always felt that Buck belonged with him and Christopher.

“Too proud for crying, didn’t come here to break down, just a dream of mine is coming to an end.”

“And how can I blame you, when I built my world around, hoping one day, we’d be so much more than friends?”

Eddie has to fight the urge to go to Buck’s loft, he wants to see him, he wants to ask for answers, he wants to ask, “Do you really love her?”

But he knows he’ll break down and he can’t. Buck is happy. And Eddie doesn’t want to worry him. And he doesn’t want Buck to know about his feelings. It would ruin their friendship beyond repair. Well, he thinks, it’s already ruined, I guess.

Buck barely comes over anymore, Christopher cried in his room about missing Buck last night, as if Eddie’s heart couldn’t break more. Buck and Eddie don’t really talk about the deep stuff, anymore, just small talk and shallow jokes and he misses their emotional intimacy. He misses the way his and Buck’s shoulders touched when they were walking, or how their sides touched when they were sitting next to each other, he misses how his skin buzzed at the contact, how he felt euphoric yet safe, how he felt like their molecules were vibrating at the same frequency. He thought, I’m alive.

That’s probably how he feels with Taylor and how Taylor feels with him.

The idea makes him feel nauseous and he feels jabs of pain in his heart, as if someone managed to get inside his heart and started stabbing it. And well, Buck did. Or maybe Eddie himself did because he was stupid enough to believe that Buck could ever love him back.

Stacey from middle school didn’t.

Brian from sophomore year didn’t.

Even, Shannon, his own wife didn’t.

Why the hell did he even think or dare to hope that Buck would?

He really is fucking stupid, huh?

Red hot fury burns in his lungs, he wants to scream and scream and scream until his voice turns hoarse and he can’t breathe. But he can’t. He doesn’t want to wake Christopher. So he does the next best thing, he throws his phone on the wall, the sound isn’t loud. All he hears is the slight clack of a cracked screen and then silence.

Only silence.

He tries to lie down in his bed. Tries to go to sleep, but his thoughts are so deafening. All he can think about is Buck.

God, he thinks, Buck, how am I supposed to live without you?

And then the tears fall. The tears fall like mini streams on his face. The tears dribble down his chin and stain his t-shirt. He cries. Cries until he feels some sort of relief from the never-ending sadness, he’s felt for the past several months. He cries until he eventually cries himself to sleep.

Note: This is the song if any of you want to listen.

[mrwinterr]

Happy

Pairing: Rockstar!Bucky Barnes AU x Female Reader

Summary: You meet your favorite artist and get more than what you bargained for. 

Warnings: Smut 18+ (consensual and protected sex, oral [male and female receiving], vaginal fingering, belly bulge, light degradation) dirty talk/language and recording. Mentions of drugs and alcohol and a tiny bit of angst.

Disclaimer: I don’t smoke regularly, so anything that has to do with drugs mentioned are techniques I’ve outweighed based on what I’ve been taught by different people. I don’t know which method works best nor am I encouraging the activity. It just came with this fic’s territory. It’s not that deep. You do you, boo. 

Title Inspiration: “Happy” by The Maine 

A/N: I might or might not have based some of this on true events. All I can say is, life is short, shoot your shot! Enjoy! 

A/N #2: There’s a Part 2 now!

“You owe me.” Your friend next to you said for probably the third time this hour. You learned earlier in the day to tune her out. She had been saying that since you persuaded her to accompany you on the weekend long road trip to the neighboring state just so you could see your favorite band…again.

Growing up your parents thought this was just another phase, but as your teenaged years passed on by and you’re now well into adulthood, you’re still a bigger stan for The Avengers as ever.

The Avengers consisted of three members: Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes. Everyone had their take on each of the guys, Steve was the nice one, Sam was the goofy one and Bucky was the bad one. It was silly. They weren’t *NSYNC or The Backstreet Boys, but the fangirls will be fangirls.

Their music wasn’t exactly mainstream, but they did very well within in their genre’s scene. They graced the covers of a couple of magazines, garnered thousands, close to millions, of views and streams online, were featured on TV every now and then, toured around the globe, sold a bunch of records, even independently, but despite all that notoriety, they stayed true to their sound and that’s what kept you around as a fan.

That and the band’s front man Bucky Barnes. 

He was hot – plain and simple. Ok, maybe he was just that to most, including your friend who couldn’t deny it, but you didn’t want to objectify the man. What their music had done to get you through the years, they were more than that. There was a level of respect there. You also didn’t buy into the “bad boy” gimmick the fans have dubbed for him. They were human beings just like the rest of us. Imagine being called something like that by the public? They just so happened to be fortunate enough to share their talent to the rest of the world.  

“You’ve already seen them. I don’t know why you think you need to for what a tenth time?” She clearly wasn’t amused by your infatuation with the band, but she was still your friend and she would always be by your side through thick and thin even if she didn’t have the same taste in music as you. You loved her for that. Who else would stand for hours in a dark room full of loud, sweaty, smelly, rude even, and sometimes drunk people with no self-control for you? She really was the real MVP.

And she was right though. You’ve already seen The Avengers perform. It was probably more, but you’ve lost count. Whenever they’re in your city or two to four hours in the next one over, you loved this band alright!

You both were polar opposites standing next to each other in line waiting for the venue doors to open. She was calm and still, arms crossed with an unamused look on her face – she could almost play as the “mom that tagged along and didn’t want to be there” – but you knew she wasn’t really mad. There was a bar inside she could occupy herself at. You on the other hand were trying to contain your excitement. You tried your best to not fidget around in anticipation so much. You didn’t want to sweat off your makeup that you managed to apply on point or get an embarrassing stain on your clothes.  

“It doesn’t matter,” was always the response you gave her, “their music means everything to me. I’ll always come out to support them.”

She playfully rolled her eyes and scoffed a bit at that. She wasn’t trying to knock you down. She knew you deeply liked the band, but she also knew another side of you, and she liked to pick at it. “Yeah that and you’re into Bucky,” she said and just flat out poked at the side of your breasts. The bra that you chose to purposely wear tonight gave your boobs an extra push and it didn’t go unnoticed by her. They were out there, tastefully, since you were hardly the flashy type. 

“Okay, but who isn’t?” You flare back swatting her hand away and trying to shut her down. You didn’t need to have this conversation with her while other fans were around. You didn’t want to sound like a fangirl. You weren’t 13 anymore.

“Chill.” She said raising her hands up in surrender. She wasn’t going to fight you on this one again.

When the top of the hour hit, the roar of the crowd signaled the doors had opened. Once inside, you hit the line to the bathroom considering you’d been outside for a few hours. You didn’t just have to pee, but you needed to freshen up. Your cheeks were a bit flushed from standing in the heat. You dabbed lightly at your face with a small blotting sheet, sprayed a bit of body spray and finished putting every hair back into place before finding your friend, who was already at the bar.

You sported a 21 and up paper wristband that was handed at the entrance, however you weren’t planning on drinking. Usually you had one or two drinks at most, but you were assuming you would be the designated driver tonight. You just always flashed your ID to the bouncer for the wristband to emphasize that you were of age. Unfortunately, some bands have had a bad reputation of fooling around with underaged girls, who lied about it.

She held up her drink to you with a smile on her face. Yeah, you were going to be the one driving back to the hotel, but at least she’s happy. She tried to coax you into ordering a drink of your own, but you only shook your head at her nonsense and stood away from the crowd.

As an avid concert goer, you’ve been to enough shows that you’d been in every section of the crowd. Hell, you’ve even gone crowd surfing before! Plus, you couldn’t hang with those vicious and hormonal fans in the crowd anymore, so you learned to enjoy the show from the back with a full view.

The opening bands were decent. You’d never heard of them, one was probably local, but you always believed live music was just as good, if not, better than opposed to being recorded and remastered at a studio. 

During their sets, you caved and bought a drink from the bar, hoping it’d help to pass the time before the headliners came on. Your friend was seemingly on her phone when a random guy approached you asking if he could buy you a drink. The house lights were on. Did he not see the can of beer in your hands? You politely declined his offer and further advances until he gave up and walked away.  

“Girl. He was cute!” Your friend said shoving you lightly.

“I wasn’t interested,” you shrug and taking a swig of your drink. 

“You’re not being fair,” she started and seeing that you weren’t catching on continued, “you can’t wait around hoping that one day Bucky will notice you. Honey, he came here to play a show and make money not look for a girlfriend.” Okay, maybe that was a bit harsh, bursting your bubble like that and all, but her intentions were good. Bucky Barnes just set the standards too high.

She wasn’t wrong. Guys like Bucky meet new people every day, met girls probably way prettier than you. The majority of their fans were female because let’s face it, the guys had sex appeal and you know what they say…sex sells.

Looking around the venue, you took in the kinds of girls you were going up against. There was a mixture of women of different backgrounds and sizes decked out in different styles, but the ones who won most of the time were the ones that looked good dressed in risqué clothing and heels. Some of them probably even wore less make-up than you or none at all. You couldn’t understand how it was effortless for some people.

It wasn’t that you had low self-esteem. You had your fair share of internal struggle, so sometimes your insecurity played its part. You had your good days and you had your bad days.

You decided upon wearing something simple that you would be comfortable in while still serving a look. And the only other significant thing you did to your make-up was add in a little more shimmer. Yeah you wanted to impress, not sell your soul to the devil.

“Okay, but I just really wasn’t interested,” you said again hoping she’d understand. She did, aware you wrestled with that demon in your head always taunting and ridiculing you that you could look better when you’re perfect just the way you are. With an added bonus of telling you that Bucky was missing out if he hasn’t noticed you already, she ordered another drink in time before the lights dimmed and ear-piercing screams erupted to alert that The Avengers finally took the stage to headline the show.

Like each of the shows you’d previously attended, they were amazing. They poured their hearts out with each beat and belt. Every lyric resonated with you so deeply. There was just so much raw emotion packed into their performance. The beauty of concerts was that they were designed to let you forget about all the bullshit happening in the world for a few hours. They were therapeutic for you.  

If you hadn’t known any better, you’d say your friend secretly liked The Avengers’ music because she broke you out of your shell and had you swaying along with her to their songs…that or it was the alcohol taking over her. You didn’t fight it and you allowed yourself to let loose.

You tried to give each member equal attention, watching them as they played, but you couldn’t help but keep your eyes on Bucky the most. They were just trained on him. His cheeky smile and onstage presence were electric. The mere sight of him, all sweaty as his clothes stuck to his skin accentuating his toned body so well, all but had you shuffling trying to ease your body’s frustration and mind.

The only time you looked away was when you swore you thought he looked at you. Making eye contact with someone on stage was kind of awkward sometimes, but with him it was almost intimidating. Believing he was probably staring at the girl behind you, you downed the rest of your drink, pushed that thought away and tried to enjoy the rest of the show.

A full set of songs that showcased their albums and a two-song encore later, you were driving yourself and your buzzed friend back to your hotel room. It wasn’t that far from the venue, electing to stay within its vicinity. Upon entering the room, you tossed the shirt you bought at the merch booth on your bed before removing your leather jacket while she face-planted down on her bed, arms wide open, letting out an exaggerated sigh of relief. You couldn’t blame her. It felt great to rest right after standing on your feet for hours.

Your back rested against the headboard, you knocked your boots and socks off a while ago and had your bare feet up on your bed. You hadn’t changed out of the rest of your clothes or even wiped off your make-up yet. Instead, you sat there skimming through the timelines of your social media accounts while you waited for your friend to get out of the shower.

You had posted a few photos and videos of the night to your story, like your outfit, a few of you and your friend sightseeing, and of The Avengers’ set. You refreshed your timeline and noticed Bucky’s account pop up before everyone else that you followed. It’s no surprise that you were following them on social media. You liked seeing them share the personal moments of their lives. They used to be interactive with their fans. Bucky had even once commented on the old photo you had with the band years ago.   

You met them after a show when they were just starting out with their first full-length album debuting that summer. Now, they hardly came out because all it took was one crazed fan to ruin it for everyone else. Their popularity sometimes deemed it unsafe for venues to let them stick around so late, restricting them from meeting their fans.

You click on Bucky’s account and go through his story. There was one of a view of the open road from their tour bus, a clip of a song he liked, a cryptic quote with a deep underlying meaning to it, him getting ready to go on stage and then of the show.

He had taken a photo of the crowd towards the end of the set, asked fans to tag themselves if they could, because the crowd was amazing…as if they didn’t say that in every town they played in.

His caption read: “Awesome crowd tonight! Probably our best show yet!” topped with how much he loved the city. Sometimes you wanted to reply to his posts like he was one of your friends, but then you second guessed yourself knowing he’d never see the message, or he would and just ignore it because he was busy. You knew it was a long shot, but what did you have to lose and what is it that they said these days? Shoot your shot.

You didn’t linger on the body of the message for too long, settling with a “Great show tonight! You guys were amazing as always! :)” hitting send and closing out the app thinking it would conceal any embarrassment that might come out of it. It was a ridiculous thought.

After surfing through the channels of the TV and picking at the food you had delivered to your room, your phone pinged. You saw that it was a notification from your social media account, but once your face unlocked the phone and the subject appeared, you nearly choked on the drink you were sipping on.

Bucky Barnes sent you a message.

Your heart pathetically started beating really fast. The phone almost slipped from your hands as you opened up the toxic app again to read what he said. He probably just sent you an emoji or something.

“Thanks for coming out.”

That was it. Okay, what did you except? A proposal. That was a fair response. He probably had some downtime and was able to reply to people. You couldn’t be that special…but thinking you could strike gold again, you started typing up a response.

“Of course! Will always be out there to support you guys! Hope the city treats you well and have a safe rest of the tour.” Yeah, that was a good one. You say to yourself thinking that would be the end of it…except it wasn’t.

“Appreciate it. You know of any good spots around here?”

Nope. You did not. Do you look up some recommendations for him? No, that’s too much. Great, you’re having a conversation with him through DMs and you can’t even genuinely contribute enough to hold it down.  

“No, not really. I’m not from here actually. My friend and I drove here just to catch the show. Maybe YELP?” Shit. You just might’ve effectively got rid of him with turning him to the Internet instead.

“No way! That’s love. Good thinking.” They came through in separate text bubbles.

Why were guys so short? You couldn’t work with that. You thought about it for a while but came up with nothing, so you sent the sassy ‘girl sticking her hand out’ emoji as a reply. Damn, you were really bad at this.

Several minutes passed by and thinking you were really done with him; you got another message. It was Bucky again and he sent you a photo. It was from your own feed; the group photo of you and his band mates all those years ago.

“I thought I recognized you.” You sat up straight as you read that message over and over, eyes bugging. Thankful your friend was taking her sweet time in the bathroom, so she wouldn’t see you all strung up.

What? There’s no way. That was a long time ago. Your thoughts spiraled at his words that had you blushing. He’s pulling your chain.

“Impossible. That was forever ago!” I guess two could play this game then.

“I swear. You tripped and fell into my arms that night.”

What the hell? He actually remembered that? Yeah, that did indeed happen. You had been waiting outside surrounded by a bunch of other chatty girls, pushing and shoving their way to get to Bucky first. By the time he turned to you and you stepped forward, you lost your footing and fell straight onto him. He played it cool, but then you heard Sam, who was trapped in his own circle of girls, signing and taking pictures away, that Bucky has girls falling for him all the time.

“OMG. That was so embarrassing, and I was so awkward!” You couldn’t even speak to him when you managed to hold your own ground. You were young then, you thought you effectively put that behind you.

“You weren’t awkward! You were cute and that’s what has stuck with me since. One of the most memorable moments.”

Yup, he was definitely pulling your chain. While you were ecstatic that you were interacting with your favorite artist, you couldn’t help but wonder why you. He was a public figure and you were just a fan.

“Is this weird?” Came through as his next message after your silence. 

Oh, no. I hope I didn’t offend him. You might as well tell it like it is and get it off your chest.

“I don’t know...just a bit. Probably because I’m just a fan? I feel like you should be careful. I mean I should be too…” You really did wonder though. How was it that people of his status were willing and freely open to people they barely knew only to get threatened of being leaked and blackmailed by their own nudes or messages? What made them trust the other party so easily with that kind of stuff? They couldn’t be that dumb. Well, you got your answer.

“I don’t think of you or anyone as just a fan, but you are right…at the same time I feel that you’re grounded enough and a good person that we can trust each other. If that makes sense.”

You weren’t sure if it did. He still didn’t really know you.

“Awe, well that’s really flattering. I totally understand that because that’s how I feel.” Did you? There was a pause between that message and the next that would come.  

“What’s your cell?”

Really? It was just that easy? Oh, okay then. Nonetheless, you still gave him your number. The DMs stopped and transferred over to text messages. You have Bucky Barnes’ phone number. What fan fic were you living in? Shit like this doesn’t just happen, does it?

The texts between you and Bucky went back and forth, some playful and some slightly suggestive, but you were completely oblivious to them thinking that was just in his nature. You found out the band was staying in for the night before heading back out on the road tomorrow afternoon off to the next city. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath when you stared at his most recent text asking if you wanted to hang out. It was kind of late, but you didn’t get a guy like Bucky Barnes asking you to hang out on the regular.

“Are you alright?” Your friend questioned breaking your train of thoughts. You could see her from your peripheral that she was towel drying the ends of her hair even though you’re still staring at your phone.

“Bucky sent me a DM inviting me to his hotel room.” You answered in a stoic demeanor, but it felt really strange coming out of your mouth.

“Okay. How long was I in the shower?” Your friend asked with her hands on her hips wanting an explanation.

You recount the details and show her the messages you and Bucky had been sending to each other. She scrolled through each of them and you could see the look of apprehension forming on her face.

“I don’t know,” she said her words trailing before giving you a worried look, “shouldn’t you be the slightest bit concerned?”

“About?” You ask taking your phone back from her.

“All of this!” She exclaimed her arms outstretched in exasperation and not understanding why you were so blinded by Bucky. “You briefly met the guy, years ago might I add, and you decide it’s okay to meet him at his hotel room in a city you don’t even live in?”

Alright, it did raise a couple of red flags, but you were a consenting adult and you lived a life of being cautious and in fear a little too much you wanted to be reckless for at least one night.

“I know you’re only looking after me, but I got to go for it. You know I like him! Sure, I may not know him on a personal level, but I’m allowed to have some fun, right?” You try reasoning with her. Just how different was all this compared to what people around the world were already doing with each other anyways?

She was a bit skeptic before reluctantly agreeing and letting you go but with the promise from you to be careful, share your location and his room number with her just in case she needed to save you or come after him. You thanked her for understanding and assured her that you’d be back before check-out in the morning.

On the drive to his hotel room, you thought about how you always imagined the different scenarios of what it’d be like when you’d ever meet Bucky again. What things you’d do differently or say. How you’d make sure to not trip or do something to embarrass yourself the next time. How you’d be more confident.

Parking was a pain in any city’s downtown, you ended up having to pay for parking twice in one night. Not surprising to you, they stayed in a nice hotel. It wasn’t over-the-top nor was it fancy, but it was definitely clean and a slight step up than of what was in your budget for booking a room.

When you’re finally at his door, you wonder if you were going to be catfished. Were there other people in his room? Were you really that special? Fuck it. Was the final thought, putting an end to the rest, and knocked at his door.

You hear a click and sliding of the chain door unlock, then you’re face-to-face with Bucky. He’s dressed down in sweats and a zip-up hoodie. He shoots you a smile and steps aside for you to come inside, there wasn’t much light offered to illuminate the room other than the ones the lamps attached on the wall between the beds and what little the TV could provide.

“Oh, thank God. You’re real.” Motherfucker. Did you really just say that?

Bucky laughed at that and you explained, honest with him, that this whole thing just felt surreal. He nodded in agreement, offering to take your jacket from you and a drink. It was alcoholic. Not denying him, you accepted it and waited to see what he would do next.

You watch him sit down on the king-sized bed with his feet up, one foot over the other. You’re standing there next to the dresser that also served as a stand for the TV he was watching a random show on. Not sure what to do, you set the drink aside, kick off your boots, leaving them next to the luggage rack, and sit on the spot next to him with a considerable amount of distance between your bodies.

It’s quiet and you’re trying to hush the voices in your head. Did he really invite you to just watch TV with him? Is this awkward for him? Oh, no. He’s going to realize I’m boring.

You feel the bed shift and you see Bucky is leaning over, opposite of you, to grab something from the nightstand. You don’t see much of what he’s doing as your view was blocked by his large back. When he changes positions, a brief spark of a flame emits from his hands. Your eyes trail up from his hands to his lips and notice it was a blunt. You were pretty sure this was a non-smoking room, but it wasn’t under your name, so it didn’t really matter in the end.

Of course, he did that kind of stuff. It was part of the lifestyle to be exposed to it. He took a steady hit and you watched as he exhaled slowly, a cloud of smoke disappearing into the air in front of him.

“Want a hit?” He asked passing and offering you the blunt.

It’d been a while since you last smoked anything. You tried it a few times and even then, you didn’t think you did it right. You stare at the neatly rolled blunt in between his thumb and forefinger, but not too long as to not let it go to waste and ash up all over the bed.

You steadily take it from him and carefully attempt to take a puff. Wrong. That puff was anything but steady. Not realizing how close you were actually sitting next to Bucky, when you tried to exhale you ended up coughing – terribly. Bucky’s face scrunches up as he braces for the impact of white smoke to hit his face.

“Oh my God,” you say covering your mouth in disbelief, but it was a bad idea because your body didn’t like that, and you ended up coughing even harder.

“I’m so sorry,” you manage to get out in between your coughing fit while passing him back the blunt and trying your best to waft at the smoke. Well, if you thought your first encounter with Bucky was embarrassing. This had to take the cake. It wasn’t proper etiquette to blow smoke in the other person’s face.

He waves it off letting you know that it wasn’t a big deal before taking another hit. He even begins to give you a few pointers to inhale in increments, until you get used to the smoke. You don’t even notice the long looks Bucky gives you hit after hit. You take a second to let the smoke stay in your mouth before you give it a second inhale, letting it process through your system before gently exhaling. It was a lot of fucking steps to remember.

“Don’t try to put too much emphasis into the exhalation,” he said as he watches you take another hit, almost perfecting it and with each puff and pass being deeper and longer than the previous, “see, you’re getting the hang of it!” He whimsically lifts his hand up for a high-five that you softly pat in return, but he seizes that moment to hold your hand instead, intertwining his fingers with yours.

The more you breathed in the more your body started to relax. All the edge was taken off and you felt good. You and Bucky continued to pass the blunt, smoking whatever was left of it and what he had with him, as you told random bits of information about yourselves to one another. By now, you and Bucky were leaning on each other, backs against the headboard, the TV barely audible as it continued to play a rerun of whatever that was on earlier.

“You know I really do remember you?” He says causing you to turn your head to look down at him. He has his gaze fixed on your hands, his thumb barely grazing the back of your hand. He’d been playing with your hand, drawing random shapes on it.  

“That’s hard for me to believe,” you answer back truthfully.  

“Why?” Bucky questions while looking up at you. He was in a slouched position, his hoodie and shirt rising up, allowing you a thin glimpse of his skin, while you sat a little higher up than him. 

You admired his handsome face, the crease lines in his forehead, the faint and not so faint marks scattered all around it, his wet lips that shone when he ran his tongue over them and the stubble that surrounded it all down to his adorable nose. Then there were those blue eyes that once put you in an overawe of intimidation, were now a bit alarming in a new sense. They were swirling and growing darker.

“You meet new people every day, Bucky. There’s no way that I could’ve been that unforgettable to you.” You just couldn’t wrap your mind around that. Staring at him, you tried to read him, but you were too faded to concentrate.  

“But you were,” he tells you in a low voice just before you notice his eyes shut and he leans in to place an experimenting kiss to your lips. He pulls back to quietly study your expression, and when you don’t show any sign of disapproval, he goes in for another.

This time with added pressure, more emotion, Bucky pulls you down by the back of your neck and casually slips his tongue in your mouth the moment your lips parted. Your heart started racing when you reciprocated his kiss, trying to keep up with him. He definitely liked to dominate. You could even slightly taste the blunt you both shared moments ago as his tongue tangled with yours.

He slips off his hoodie leaving him in a dark gray shirt. Navigating his body over yours, he pulls you down into a more comfortable position. He’s cradling the side of your face as your lips continue to move one another, getting hungrier and hungrier.

The movements cause your top to ride up, exposing your midriff. His hands wander down to caress your skin before you feel his fingers grip at the waistline of your jeans. You instantly grab his hand and stop him. This was moving all too fast for you.

Bucky didn’t press on it for too long and slipped his fingers out, running his hand back up your side and this time underneath what your tank top was covering left of your upper body. His hand snuck back out and started tugging at the material bunched underneath your breasts. When your top was finally discarded to reveal your red bra, he latched onto your neck, kissing up along your jawline and nipping at your ear, the sound of his harsh breathing sent a tingle at the contact and shivers through your entire body.

You winced when you suddenly felt one of his hands at the back of your head, yanking a handful of your hair causing your head to snap back. It gave him more access and you closed your eyes letting the sharp pain run its course and turn into something pleasurable as he practically devoured your neck. You could feel him inhale deeply, getting high on you, and possibly the lingering aroma of the drugs, and sucking tiny splotches onto your skin then licking to soothe them.  

He pushed aside the straps of your bra as his lips travelled down your shoulder before stopping at the curve of your breasts. You briefly opened your eyes to see him fixated on your chest. He uses both hands to grope them.

“You think I didn’t notice these from the stage?” He asks now looking at you, squeezing and releasing them before pulling your bra down, your breasts spilling out of the cups. He instantly latches his mouth onto a nipple, while the other hand digs in between the mattress and your back to unclasp the bra. His tongue swirled around the nub, teeth lightly grazing and sucking at the skin around it.

You run a hand through his hair, it was a little sweaty and you couldn’t blame him. It was getting hot; you could feel the heat radiating off of him. It became even more apparent after he got rid of his shirt and you feel his clammy skin on yours.

He pulls back, straddling your waist, most of his body weight falling on his knees, careful to not to crush you. Your hands cascaded down his chest and rested at his thighs. You gave them a shy squeeze, something you’ve always dreamed of doing and you were only slightly satisfied.

Bucky flashes you another smile before he braces one hand next to your head and leans back over to fish something off the nightstand. When he pulls his other hand back you notice he’s going through something on his phone. Curious, you look at his face trying to get another read at him, but this whole night was just full of surprises. He finally looks at you before speaking.

“Can I ask you something and you promise not to freak out?”

It depends.

“Yeah…” Who were you kidding? You’d gladly get on your knees for this man. He swooped in for another hard kiss, your mind turning into mush just before you could get anything else out.

“I think it’d be so hot if we recorded ourselves,” his face was so close to yours making sure that your focus was on his and only his. He must’ve felt you shift because he allowed more of his weight to drop; he was closing in on you and it was like you almost had no chance of escape. You weren’t going to lie. The way his weight was crushing you and sinking you deeper into the bed felt really nice. You were speechless. He wanted to record a sex tape with you.

“I travel so much,” he starts listing off reasons why while still cradling the side of your face again, your hand bracing his forearm, and starts kissing your face, “it gets really lonely being on the road.” At this point, he’s probably kissed every inch, “I’d love to have this...it’d be so much easier for me to come thinking about you.”

Motherfucker. His dreamy voice speaking those words into you did one hell of a number because you were aching down there plus the way his hips dragged at your still jean-clad lower region didn’t offer much relief.

“I-I don’t know,” you hesitate for a bit. What if his phone got hacked and the footage leaked?

“It’s just for me, baby. I swear,” he asks with hopeful eyes.

Sure, you could’ve had the strength to say no, but you were more than willing to be everything he desired. With your consent, he sealed it with another wild kiss. The magnitude of it setting you ablaze.

Bucky sets his phone back on the nightstand, propping it upright, camera on front face mode to display the both of you on its screen, and at the perfect angle he hits the red record button.

It’s showtime.

He revisits the mission of removing your pants and is this time successful. If you both weren’t so faded, he’d probably have an easier time taking them off, but they were tight, and you were grateful he didn’t clumsily break your ankles in the process. Chucking them somewhere off to the side, with his fingers, he traces the top pattern of the matching red lace panties you had on.

He let out a faint chuckle commenting on how red is his favorite color. Oh, you knew. You precisely chose this set just in case you got lucky. He plants kisses to your hip bones, his lips evading the area that cried out for his attention the most, and slithered down the bed, so he had your calves now placed over his shoulders.

Bucky laid gentle pecks on them and came back up to start nipping at your inner thighs, most likely leaving his mark there also, until you felt the tip of his nose hit your center. Your panties were definitely a deeper shade of red at this point. He pushed your panties to the side enough to get started.

You feel the pads of his fingers begin to rub circular motions at your clit. The first wave causing your hips to jolt involuntarily. You feel the smirk that formed on his face against your thigh at your body’s response.

“So sensitive,” he says pushing your hips back down to continue his task at hand, “and so wet,” he added while pulling his fingers away to examine your arousal that coated his long digits. You don’t take your eyes off him and you almost forget how to breathe when you watch his lips wrap around his fingers, noting his eyes closed and how his cheekbones become more prominent on an already perfect jawline as he sucked them off clean.

When Bucky opens his eyes, they’re darker than before, clouded with lust. He roughly yanked at your panties, still in his other hand, effectively tearing the overpriced garment. After giving it a few more tugs, it was long gone. Headfirst in between your legs, Bucky craved for more of you. He licked a broad strip, down up, to your clit. His tongue teased your folds before dipping inside you, the intrusion causing you to gasp. Your body withered around desperately searching for a path to release. Bucky kept at it, his nose nudging your clit with each plunge his tongue made.

Not denying you of a finish, he adds his fingers into the mix, curling them to find that spot. Noting that your eyes had closed sometime during the act, he stills, and you whine at the sudden halt. Your hand aimlessly reaches out to his face. When you find it, you open your eyes and pick your head up to find out why he had stopped. Bucky offers one of his hands for you to hold on to before speaking.

“Baby keep your eyes on me,” he orders, and his eyes don’t leave yours as his head lowers back down to your pulsing heat. You struggle to keep your eyes open and head from lolling back in ecstasy because you desperately wanted to come. Fuck, he was so talented.

The noises as a result of his onslaught were downright sinful. Bucky’s hips started to ground into the bed trying to relieve some friction of his own. His moans tremble across your entire body. There’s no warning when you come, and you don’t even give him a chance to escape your thighs that clamp around face. Not that Bucky minded, feeling you clench around his fingers as he drank in more of what your body had to offer. Bucky only then emerges when your legs fall limp against the bed.

He plops back down next to you, but as he does so, he pulls you on top of him. Your lips reattach themselves with his and the raw nature of tasting yourself on his lips drive you both mad. He hadn’t even wiped around his face, so you feel the wetness on his chin scrape across yours, staining you with your own arousal.

Your hands moved on their own from planting themselves on his firm chest then working their way down the ripples of his abs, through the trail of hair leading to the top of the waistband of his sweats. You tauntingly pulled the drawstring to loosen it before letting it go and instead grip him through the soft material. Bucky grumbled at your actions, but let you carry on.

You palmed him, getting a feel of how thick and long he was. Bucky was growing whiny with each passing move your hand made, he took matters into his own and grabbed your hand, shoving it into his pants. Your hand instinctively wraps around his hard cock and you give it a light squeeze and a few strokes, generating long drawn out moans to spew from Bucky’s mouth.

His cock felt even better with nothing separating you two. Bucky’s pants and boxers easily slide down his muscular legs, which spread apart to give you room. You maneuver south to lie on your stomach, still in between his legs, and grab his member that was curved resting at his stomach and bring it your face.

“Wait,” he says almost breathlessly. Your mouth is only inches away from the head already weeping profusely. He sits up to rest on his elbows and retrieves his phone from the nightstand. Oh.

“Okay, smile for me,” he directs, and you follow his lead before your tongue darts out at his slit and follow the ring around the tip of his cock. You pull back to savor his taste for a moment, your hands spreading the pre-cum around his shaft. Your strokes are then accompanied by the long licks you give at the sides and to his balls that your other hand had been playing with. Bucky’s head rests on his pillow so his other hand could rest on the back of your head and guide you down his length. Your mouth immediately started to water, but it made it easier for you to bob up and down. He let you move at your own pace for the most part. Bucky pushed your hair off to the side, away from your face to get a better view of the outline of his cock poking at the inside of your mouth. You let his cock drag across the inside of your cheeks a few times until it audibly popped out of your mouth.  

“Fuck me. I knew you’d be perfect.” His words mixed with his incessant moans were like honey pouring into your ears. He loved the way your eyes looked directly at him through the camera lens when you come up with a long tantalizing lick to the underside of his cock and crawling back up to straddle him.  

Bucky gets a good shot of your flushed face and breasts that had some of your drool combined with his pre-cum running down your body before dropping his phone beside him. He sits up causing you to fall back down at the other end of the bed. He picks out a condom from the nightstand and you watch as it rolls down the length of his cock. You bite your lip watching it twitch.

He’s on his knees, but sitting on the balls of his feet, you are lying down patiently waiting for him. He swipes his cock through the wetness of your pussy, prepping himself to slide in. He’s watching your reaction with each pass his dick makes. Your body is yearning for him to be inside of you, to hit that fucking spot over and over.

Just when you think he’s about to do it, he’s reaching over for that damn phone again. Out of habit, you cover your face with your hands. Not only showing the last shred of humility you had left, but also because you probably looked like a fucking bitch in heat.

Bucky pulls your hands away, he still has the phone in his hands, and he’s got it angled to playback from his point of view before he finally pushes into you. He’s big, much bigger than what you’ve experienced, you think you need a moment to adjust, but he never gives you that opportunity and you find that it doesn’t matter when he feels so good. Too good that you find it hard to breathe with each thrust he’s making because he’s hitting it so deep. You push your hands out in front of you to his lower abdomen and attempt to slow him down. Bucky shakes his head and knocks your hands out of the way.

You let out an abrupt yelp at his retaliation to your failed efforts in trying to stop him with a particularly harder and much forceful thrust. Instead, your hands grab fistfuls of the hotel bed’s white blankets and just let him have his way.

“So beautiful,” he says spreading you further then coming down on you to reclaim your lips with his. He rips your hands from their tight grips on the bed sheets to pin them down next to the sides of your head. You don’t care where his phone went, just happy to have both his hands on you. The skin-to-skin contact just hit different sometimes.

The kisses become so feral you start to feel a burn around your mouth from his stubble. Bucky rolls his hips into yours deliciously, a damn true artist, the rhythm he’s got going sends you just about over but never fully beyond the edge to prolong the climax.

Much to your dismay, Bucky withdraws away from you again, back into his previous position, a new idea popping into his wicked mind. With his hard cock still inside you, he slides his hands under your hips and hoists your lower half up towards him, resting your ass on his thighs, effectively bottoming out. You don’t hold back at the way that made you feel and let out an embarrassingly loud moan. He holds still for a second and you’re not quite sure why. You try to move by wiggling your hips, but he holds you still.

He’s staring at how close your bodies are, connected, he moves just the slightest. It causes your pussy to contract and your stomach to tighten up. He does it again in different intervals, his eyes surveying the entire thing. The next push is a little harder and when you see the devious smile breakthrough his face, he does it even more. The thrusts are much sharper and almost painful, but it quickly subsides when you feel the head of his cock probe at the right spot.

Bucky lifts your hips up higher, your back arching in bridge fashion you weren’t aware you could even do until he resumes his new pattern of thrusts again. This new position aided his cock in hitting your sweet spot a little better. He’s filming you again and resting one of his palms on your stomach. He’s not only watching, but he’s feeling the bulge in your belly from the distension caused by the jabs of his cock.  

“That’s my girl,” he praised, continuing to pound into you, “you take this cock so well.” The sight boosts Bucky’s ego and for you it actually probably wasn’t a good thing, but you’d be damned the angle did so many wonders to you right now.

“You love watching your cock go deeper and deeper inside me, Bucky?” You ask trying to look up at him from that position. Where did that come from? Your words cause him to freeze momentarily, but you could still feel his cock throbbing inside of you. He liked that.

Another impish thought running through his head, Bucky pulls out, picking you up so you’re also knee-height with him, giving you another searing kiss, then he’s behind you. He gently pushes you down, you on your elbows, Bucky leans over behind you, his soaked cock sliding up your ass resting on the small of your back as he places his phone back on the nightstand in the same position it had been in the beginning.

You don’t dare look at the screen in front of you, so you look down until you feel Bucky enter your pussy once more from behind. Your head rises and it wasn’t due to the surging pleasure, but because Bucky uses your hair as a rope to bring your body upright with his.

He thrusts up into you while he mutters incoherent slurs and lewd noises into your ear. He peppers the side of your face with wet and uncalculated kisses, his hands massaging your breasts before one of them migrates down to cup your pussy. His fingers dip in and starts another assault to your clit. You’re already tethering off the edge and on the brink of succumbing to him, but he just knew when to let up and keep you starved for more.

“Look at you,” he says, using his other hand to turn your head to face the small screen, the numbers continuing to go up. “You’re such a fucking slut for my cock,” you don’t argue with him and instead moan his name. “You like watching yourself fuck this huge cock, don’t you?” You couldn’t lie to yourself anymore; watching the two of you was hot. Your uncontrollable moans now muffled into Bucky’s palm. And he just kept egging you on, “I know I do. It’s gonna remind me just how tight this fucking pussy is.” Damn him. 

“You want to come, baby?” He asks, the speed of his fingers picking up a notch.

You pull down Bucky’s hand to respond, “Mmm, yes. Fuck! Please let me come, Bucky,” you don’t know what has possessed you, but it spurs the both of you on even more. Your next words do it for Bucky, “I want to come all over your cock,” and he’s immediately coming and spilling into the condom, still inside you, you feel his release pump through him. He’s biting your shoulder, some of his weight coming down on you, his thrusts becoming erratic, but one did the trick for you and you finally let go.

And what drives Bucky even more wild, is that you don’t stop. You keep rolling your hips into him, riding it all the way out. Bucky’s trying to hold on, with a bruising grip on your waist, his forehead resting on your back; the aftershock of his release proving too much. Your release pours out freely, you feel some of it slide down the inside of your thighs mixed with sweat.

You sag against Bucky, each of your body weight balancing against the other. You feel him scatter lazy kisses up your back and pull your face towards him to press one against your lips, moaning in satisfaction. He slowly pulls out of you with a low groan, your body feeling numb when you fall forward to lie down on the bed. Bucky discards of the condom and shuts his phone off before settling next to you.

He pushes the hair out of your face, and you, facedown, peek an eye open. He has a more than content look on his face, you notice his eyes were back to their normal color. He allows some time to pass for you both to calm down. Sleep wants to overcome your body, but it doesn’t when Bucky’s touch puts you on notice again. He runs his hand up and down your back. He’s insatiable, but he didn’t anticipate your comeback in the end and put him in a daze. He could get addicted to you.    

“Is it weird if I fly you out to Brooklyn?” He said out of nowhere. Brooklyn was thousands of miles away from where you lived. He wanted to pay your way to see him again. It was such an outlandish request. You’re starting to regain a more balanced sense of perception and thought, and you ponder on this for a few seconds. “Never mind. You think it’s weird,” he says lifting the blanket over his head turning his back to you. You could tell he was just trying to be cute.

“Oh, come on! You caught me off guard. You can’t blame me!” You respond, but he doesn’t budge. You muster up enough strength to sit up to lean over the side of his body, resting your chin on the top of his shoulder, and try to grab at the blanket. You pull it over his head and see the lazy smile etched across his pretty face. All you do is return the smile and close your eyes, basking in the post-coital bliss.  

“Stay for the night,” came as his last request and turning to lie on his back, wrapping his arms around you.

You don’t think about your car, that’s still parked nearby or care if the parking rate is probably going up by the hour and start eating at your bank account. You don’t think about how pissed your friend would be when she wakes up in the morning and you’re still not back in time. You just think about how tomorrow he’d be far away. You scoot up to give him one more kiss before laying your head to rest on him and make the best out of the present. Happy that you went with your gut on this one.

A/N: This could flop. At first, it was easy to write, but then the ending tripped me up. & while I have your attention, please let me know, anonymously or not, if there’s an interest in a Chase Collins fic? Charles Blackwood smut, anyone? Anyway, I hope this delivered! Thanks for reading!

[wehatejulietsimms]

This is an Andy appreciation post. I’m re-listening to Vale because I never understood.

It has much religious imagery but it’s *more* than just metaphors and analogies.

There’s four views I’ve understood finally and maybe more.

I will not mention anything of the specifics BVB is fighting against in Vale because like I said, this is an appreciation post and I don’t want to bring up anything negative if I don’t have to make it a point. If anyone wants me to go further into detail about what specifically I feel is going on, just ask because my gut has a keen reception on lyrics and events.

1. Religious persecution:

To the unawakened folks or the ones that progressively sin in the name of God.

Fighting for equality that when people fuck up, it isn’t the death of them. Just the death of an ego and awakening into more self compassion.

2. Talking to the fans that are blind to reality

In many songs off Vale, Andy always talks about preaching but never fully being heard from the blind and innocent. He’s tired but he will keep fighting, because he wants to make an active change to the community in a way he can but feels weak from time to time, yet never giving up!

3. Ashley

When Ashley was outed publicly, Andy never dedicated this song to him but posted the lyrics with no caption when Ashley was accused. Throw the first stone.

4. Letter to self: acknowledging this is an end of a cycle. Hint: the album name and song lyrics.

Our Destiny is a big one. It’s not just a rock love song about trying to save a destiny between two people. It’s saving himself from his past “sins” “fuckups” and saying it’s not too late to heal, which it’s never too hate to heal from the past and present. I feel like it’s “hey, I’m going into ashes now but I’ve already made amends with it and I’ll rise again and again, however many times to make it out of mental and physical surroundings.” Also, I feel it was referencing Lost it All in a way, like most of his songs do, it’s a personal and universal message that there’s so much shit in life that will knock you down and you will heal while STILL in a hurt place physically. I really want to appreciate that truth that there’s a lot of healing that still is in the midst of pain. (Props to you, Andy!) Many abusive childhoods can resonate with that as well as being stuck in relationships/friendships/or generational curses including being in debt. (Which he mentions a lot in interviews) I really do think he’s gonna get out because he’s such a wise soul and nobody gives him props to healing, and being such a mature wise man even though he’s not at his highest or best surroundings. I mean, I don’t know any other artist that’s stuck in a shitty situation and is still uplifting, real, and promotes healing and is why so many BVB army members resonate with the music. I really respect he says that people heal themselves but use his music as a resonating device to heal, when fans say he’s their hero.

Andy has overcome addictions, has had to protect his life many times, has written so much uplifting and real wisdom from a dark place of mind or just straight up otherworldly strength and vulnerability which I admire because it’s beautiful and real, doesn’t have many real helpful people around him, has been a real role model by himself, is overcoming shame and lies & generation healing, he’s really had to rely on himself and I’m glad his band members really allow him to take control of the lyrics in such an inspiring way. Even though he’s still dealing and people pleasing to toxic people, remember everyone, people in abusive relationships and are trapped have to people please in order to stay alive and not get harmed. Many don’t understand that if they’ve never been abused. (They don’t need to understand, Andy! We see it) His perseverance is real and don’t judge someone for figuring out their own life. Sometimes freedom comes from music (even though other aspects from the rock industry contradict it). Let’s be supportive of him right now because he’s branching off into a new territory and finding out what’s working for him SAFELY. Yes, I don’t agree with a lot of what he says in his insecure moments in interviews and lies in his book/irl (gotta remember that’s a trauma brain response), but his music speaks in a way that is truth and can help many people going through many things and express it in a healthy way. Also I believe many fans live in denial about his life due to the fact that they’re probably living through it in their own life and can’t recognize it in another person. Or are attracted to his light but want nothing to do to help keep it alive as in tearing him down (secret haters). Anyways, I respect him for going above and beyond and it’s really admirable because like I said, nobody in the industry has ever done what he’s done. His art is perseverance.

5. He’s been a role model for so many hurting depressed people because they resonate to his own story and his strength is a catalyst for their own strength. I dislike when people deny he’s been living in trauma and overcoming many times in his life because that’s literally what this band was formed into. There’s so much evidence in his life and in the music. He’s had to take on a role for his (hurt & healing) self and it naturally became a safe space for BVB army to interact and resonate with him. He had to do that at 18/19 and if anyone’s that age or older, you know that age is just a child. I applaud him for being that young while having no parental guidance while creating something beautiful and divine, though I do empathize for his inner child. His albums are art that are darker, not evil, and is a place where children/adults who were rejected in any form can find solace in their own mind and thus can create healing. His words are moving and you have to applaud the man for keeping it together when people of all directions were hating on his every move and it was because he has such a big heart and everyone around him wants to keep him caged out of selfishness. Even when he had meltdowns and (not saying he couldn’t also be toxic because everyone has the capacity but meltdowns get overlooked because it’s a spur of the moment thing and everyone thinks it’s a violent episode but it’s due to triggers as well as not being sober) still wanted to show up for everyone including his own self that he knows himself to be, that he didn’t want to let rot. He’s really a strong soul and it gets overlooked a lot. He’s striving for betterment of himself for more than a decade (with so much persecution even in his own circle) and people keep wishing that “I hope he gets out” and this is how he’s helping himself for the moment until he can actually get out. So again, props to him. We’re proud of you, Andy! Keep going! We believe in you. Keep taking care of your overall being. Thanks for believing in us all of these years. Some of us even made it out of the hurt place we were in and are living happy, peaceful, healthy lives after trauma.

^^i literally almost teared up reading this. this is exactly why i love him so much (& what made me fall in love with him/BVB in the first place) you said everything perfectly. i honestly wish i could pin posts on here bc i really want this to be the first thing people read on the blog. as much as people think this blog is supposed to be outright hateful, (although it contradicts the name of the blog lol) i can assure you it's not. as fans we want the best for our favorite artists and when an artist has helped/continued to help you and so many other people out of dark places it sucks to see that through that they can't help themselves. i just want the best for him and for him to be 100% happy again. that's the purpose of this blog.

[hersheykise]

Jonathan Joestar’s Spotify Playlist

Hello and welcome to the beginning of a series (or projected to be ahaha) that has to do with Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure characters and their own personalized playlists! I’ll be listing the track list and then will be going more in depth as to why I chose these particular songs for Jonathan’s playlist. The top part will not have spoilers, but be aware that the second part will so read at your own will! For the first playlist, we have none other than Jonathan Joestar, the original Jojo!

💿✨Track list✨💿

01. Jojo (Sono Chi no Sadame), Hiroaki Tommy Tominaga

02. BREATHE, AB6IX

03. breathin, Ariana Grande

04. We Belong, Ong Seong Wu

05. My Heart Will Go On, Céline Dion

06. Silence, Marshmello ft. Khalid

07. Dollhouse, Melanie Martinez

08. London Boy, Taylor Swift

09. Needed Me, Rihanna

10. Line Without a Hook, Ricky Montgomery

11. Glorious, Macklemore ft. Skylar Grey

12. Fighter, Christina Aguilera

13. Classic, MKTO

14. Win, CIX

15. Blue Hour, TOMORROW X TOGETHER

In Depth (spoiler free)

🔹 Jojo (Sono Chi no Sadame), Hiroaki Tommy Tominaga

Sono Chi no Sadame is the first opening of Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure and is truly what sets up the stage for the rest of the series. Jonathan Joestar, being the first Jojo, begins the Jojo legacy in Phantom Blood. The song lyrics heavily foreshadow the future of the Jojo series and describes Jonathan as someone who has honor and always does what is right. Sono Chi no Sadame is a spectacular opening act to the unique concept of Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure. *side note* Muscially speaking wow this song is incredibly good the crescendoes and frequent tempo changes as well as the instrumentals amaze me- this is easily my favorite Jojo opening.

🔹BREATHE, AB6IX

Hamon (also known as Ripple or Sendo) is a technique that heavily focuses on controlled breathing. Jonathan learned and mastered Hamon in a very short amount of time. BREATHE also has a very light feeling to it, making the song easy to listen to which connects to Jojo as he is a lighthearted and easy going guy.

🔹breathin, Ariana Grande

Likewise as BREATHE by AB6IX, breathin correlates to the Hamon technique that Jonathan used to fight. Adding onto that, Jonathan lived in a grand mansion and was very well off financially. This song has an elegant sound to it. Despite the wealth that he had, Jojo did not have the easiest childhood. Ever since Dio Brando began to live with him, Jonathan saw many mishaps occur with his relationships, reputation, and self esteem. But, Jonathan Joestar never gave up on his morals and values, and he always kept “breathin and breathin and breathin” no matter what, making sure he would always do the right thing.

🔹Silence, Marshmello ft. Khalid

Silence explains and describes Jonathan’s teenage years very well along with his relationship with Dio. Dio coming to live with Jonathan messed him up as Jonathan felt inferior to Dio who was taking the spotlight by being an amazing athlete and intelligent student. This prompted lots of praise from Jonathan’s father and comparing him to Dio constantly, which made Jonathan feel like he wasn’t worth as much. “I found peace in your violence” is a very meaningful line that contributes to Jonathan’s and Dio’s relationship because of the fact that Dio was... an extremely violent person ever since he was a kid and has done crazy evil things to Jonathan, yet Jonathan didn’t really hate Dio because of Jojo’s noble personality- Dio was Jonathan’s “brother,” therefore Jonathan couldn’t hate him. Jojo felt like he had to be silent over Dio’s actions because he didn’t want to spoil the love that his father gave to Dio, again proving how big of a heart Jonathan had.

🔹Dollhouse, Melanie Martinez

Dollhouse is a rather dark song, but is perfect to show off the darker side of Jonathan’s character. As we know, Jonathan is a young man who presents himself as well... perfect. He’s smart, incredibly kind and noble, rich, popular, and athletic. After Dio appeared and started to really turn things around for Jonathan, he had to continue to present the same image of himself even though his home life was becoming a wreck. His own father constantly scolded him and loved Dio to a great extent. “Pose with your brother won’t you be a good sister?” Jonathan knew that Dio’s actions were evil and he had ill intent at such a young age but Jojo had to go along with the act that Dio put on, faking the close brotherly relationship between them.

🔹London Boy, Taylor Swift

Sometimes I forget that Jonathan Joestar is in fact British. London Boy is a song for Jonathan not just because he lives in/by London, but also because the song describes a man who is just so sweet and has a beautiful laugh. The overall song is just so positive and loving towards this English boy. Every time I listen to this song I now think of Jonathan, and a smile always plasters on my face. Taylor Swift also has a lyric talking about watching rugby which reminded me of the iconic Jonathan and Dio rugby scene early in the story. Jonathan is such a respectful gentleman whom everyone just can’t help but fall in love with his lovely English charm.

🔷Line Without a Hook, Ricky Montgomery

After upon listening to this song, I felt like it really gave off Jonathan vibes because of the light but a tinge of melancholy sound to it. Thing song is quite reflective of Jonathan and Erina with the lyrics “I broke all my bones that day I found you crying at the lake” because it reminded me of when Jonathan first met Erina, who was being bullied by a couple of boys but Jonathan risked getting beaten up to stop the bullies from harming Erina. Later, Jonathan was laying on a hill with his dog Danny, feeling quite down because of none other than Dio, but Erina came and dropped off some grapes and his handkerchief and that was what really started off their relationship. The iconic line “she’s a, she’s a lady, and I am just a line without a hook” explains that Erina was Jonathan’s sole happiness in his life.

🔹Fighter, Christina Aguilera

Honestly, Dio really sucked (I still love him *sigh*). He wanted to completely destroy Jonathan’s life and make it absolutely miserable... for what? Well, despite the horrific actions that Dio performed to ruin Jonathan’s reputation and will, that ultimately backfired as Jonathan rose stronger than ever. Of course Jonathan was mad at Dio for his unspeakable actions, but because of him, he was able to have a certain drive where he gained immense strength in a short amount of time. William Zeppeli describes Jonathan as a Hamon prodigy because of how quickly Jojo was able to master it. Jojo was a natural, but again, he had that determination to defeat Dio once and for all. Despite the hardships Jonathan went through as a result of Dio’s decisions, Jonathan did not resent him in the end- Jojo became an extremely powerful individual because of his past.

🔹Classic, MKTO

In order to create a playlist for our favorite gentleman, it’s only necessary that we add a classic gentlemanly song to it! There’s not much of a deep gloomy reason why this song correlates with Jonathan, in fact it’s the complete opposite. Classic is a song that talks about being a classy and polite man, and to put it simply, Jonathan is exactly that.

���Win, CIX

From the God of High School soundtrack, Win is a song about fighting and training together as a team. This upbeat song greatly reminds me of the mini team of Jonathan Joestar, Speedwagon, and William Zeppeli all fighting against Dio and his minions together. Jonathan Joestar was not able to fight Dio without a hamon teacher, William, and an incredibly loyal friend, Speedwagon. This trio had great camaraderie and were overall an incredibly adorable and high morale team.

🔹Blue Hour, TXT

Ok so does this song really have a deep meaning or correlation to Jonathan Joestar? Nahhh not really, I just added it as a bit of a bonus. Blue Hour has an almost fairytale like vibe to it and I just thought it would be something that resonated with Jonathan, especially when he was a child. So, enjoy this little serotonin bonus boost!

⚠️Part 1 Spoilers⚠️

🔹We Belong, Ong Seong Wu

Jonathan’s and Erina’s relationship was very short... but sweet. We Belong is an emotional love song explaining how this one guy meets someone who is their entire world, like when Jonathan met Erina. Through Jojo’s darkest times when he felt like he lost everything, Erina was by his side no matter what. Even though their marriage was abruptly ended with the death of Jonathan, it doesn’t disregard the fact that Erina completely loved Jonathan and supported the Joestar family for the future generations to come. Jonathan and Erina truly belonged together.

🔹My Heart Will Go On, Céline Dion

My apologies, I’m absolutely in love with Jonathan’s and Erina’s relationship. My Heart Will Go On automatically reminds me of the last moments of Jonathan. Since the song was a part of the Titanic soundtrack where there’s a romance story and people die on a sinking ship, it really correlates to Erina and Jonathan going on their honeymoon but Jonathan ending up dead on the ship. Everytime I think of either the song or Jonathan’s and Erina’s last moments together, my heart feels heavy. Both the song and the scene are extremely high in emotions and both suit each other quite well.

🔹Needed Me, Rihanna

Dio killed Jonathan so that he could merge with Jojo’s body, and ultimately use it for evil and for power. “Never told you, you could have it,” symbolizes that Dio forcibly took everything Jonathan had, again including his own body. Although Jonathan would probably never say the lyrics of this song to Dio because he’s so noble, externally everyone knows that without Jonathan, Dio would have been absolutely nothing in Part 3.

🔹Glorious, Macklemore ft. Skylar Grey

The song Glorious questions oneself’s purpose in life, the answer being ‘give back to the people.’ Jonathan has proven that he has countlessly sacrificed himself for others, as was seen when he died on the ship and told Erina to take care of the orphaned baby and to “live a happy life.” Jonathan struggled greatly in his short life, but he always had the passion of helping others since he was born to do so.

🌟Conclusion🌟

Thank you for reading through my first ever blog on Tumblr! I hope you enjoyed the playlist and descriptions! Hopefully this playlist blog series will continue with majority of the main Jojo characters- that’s the plan. Have a good day and/or night💓!

[lemonade-baby]

I lie awake at night thinking about potential songs that could happen in future seasons, so I made a list of all the songs I want/need and they’re under the cut because it’s long (its in no particular order)

1. Wicked Beauty is a need. Nothing more needs to be said.

2. I would like a song that features all the boys (Including Bobby). I was thinking it could start as a sad melody that turned into a power ballad that reflects on what happened after Alex, Luke, and Reggie died and how he tried to move on. It would also explain why he stole their songs and its the start of his redemption arc (plus more scenes when they were younger, like during Unsaid Emily, because I need more Taylor Kare in my life). 

3. Nick/Caleb duet that features Nick attempting to regain control of his body (someone suggested like Cheyanne and Dove Cameron’s duet in Descendants 3) and it ends with Caleb winning, but we get to see that Nick is at least attempting to fight back.

4) REGGIE AND ALEX SOLOSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Both Owen and Jer have such powerful voices and we really need more of them. Its up to Kenny and the writers about what they're about, but I know we’d all like to see more about their childhood and the bands lives because we’re all just bullshitting through it and I thank everyone for supplying me with enough to think about when I zone out

5) Willex duet yes please thank you ma’am. I would very much like it if Alex is showing him this new drum solo he put together and Willie picks up a paper nearby which is a love ballad either written by Alex or Luke for Julie and we get to hear Willie start to put the lyrics to Alex’s drums and it just turns into a love ballad but not like Perfect Harmony where its soft and slow in some parts but its more upbeat and a lil dramatic but in a good way you feel? (then it ends with their first kiss ok I’m done now)

6) I will go fucking feral if we get more of Sunset Curve’s original songs I WANT THE DEMO ALBUM THIS HAS BEEN A PSA!!! Seeing how good Now or Never was I NEED more of them

7) I am in love with Danube Hermosillo (who plays Rose) and I would really really really love to see something from Rose and the Petal Pushers because that name is badass and I don’t doubt that they absolutely rocked out hard core

8) I was watching Madi’s live as I wrote this and someone commented “Caleb and Julie duet?” and it resonates with me PLEASE I NEED IT HER VOICE WAS SO GOOD DURING NOTHING TO LOSE

That’s it’s for now but there’s probably more. Drop em in the replies if there are any others I missed