#songs I like to listen to feels super broad so

[candyunicornsateme]

I got tagged by @nirami-blogin to do this tag game. Thank you <33 I decided to make it as my own post since it was a pretty lengthy chain:

"when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers !! <3"

Dreaming Your Dreams - Hybrid

Wildflower - Beach House

Letters From The Sky - Civil Twilight

Plush - Stone Temple Pilots

Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Tears for Fears

Ummm maybe @edenfire @thecorruptedquietone @8-bitmono @nya-nbinary @entomologistologist @delivish @sparkles-and-trash

would like to do it if you want??? Or whoever wants else wants to do it ;v;

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NINE PEOPLE I WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER

thank you so much for the tag @crappymixtape 💛

last song: Smoke by Caroline Polacheck

favorite color: I love yellow, always, but I'm really on a white/cream/neutrals sort of kick lately

currently watching: I'm late to the game, but just finished season 2 of Bridgerton, watching True Detective & Abbott Elementary with my guy, and I've also been rewatching America's Next Top Model 😅 Also, I'm always, and I do mean always, watching Friends and Stranger Things

last movie: literally just finished Dune Part 2 like a half hour ago

currently reading: I just finished Funny Story by Emily Henry (cannot recommend her and her stories enough), and about to start The Guest List by Lucy Foley & The Book Proposal by KJ Micciche

sweet/spicy/savory: I feel like it truly depends on my mood and like, if it's a meal or not, but I'll go with snacks for each:

Sweet, I love a simple chocolate chip cookie or ice cream (don't get me started on flavors though, we'll be here all night...) spicy would have to be my favorite salt and vinegar chips with serrano pepper, and savory would be hummus and cucs/meat and cheese charcuterie sorts of things for sure.

relationship: Married for almost 4 years, but we've been together for 12!

current obsession: oh my god this is so broad, I have obsessions in all areas of my life...ummmmm I've been making these salad jars for lunch and I really love them haha. Love dumping them in a big glass bowl and pretending I'm super bougie. Also eating it with another current obsession: sanpellegrino melograno & arancina

last thing I googled: Jonathan Bailey Wicked (listen...)

currently working on:

Outside of tumblr - rewrites to my We'll Call It Love screenplay as well as starting work on my second movie - To Whom It May Concern

Inside of tumblr, the wips are too high to count, but my main joys right now are:

- Baby, I Can't Fight This Feeling (enemies to lovers coworkers steve series)

- one of my "she's seen all the classics" stories that I'm AMPED to share soon

-a secret untitled series

- You Got That Somethin' (90s Robin oneshot)

- Sweet Talk (personal trainer Steve Part 2)

no pressure tags: @rebelfell @palmtreesx3 @curiositydooropened @jo-harrington @lonelysatellites @abibliophobiaa @inklessletter @rosewaterandivy @boyfriendstevie - and of course anyone who'd like to join in!

[balioc]

Is this a concept-formulation that's already kicking around out there somewhere? It might well be. It feels like the sort of thing that someone would already have developed. But it's new to me, at least, so I'll muddle around with it as best as I can.

On one end of the spectrum, you've got the musical hook. A hook is maybe two seconds of music, if that. And when you hear it, if it's good, you get a concentrated spike of -- oh, yeah, that's the shit right there, this exact experience in this exact moment is fucking awesome. And then, as soon as it's come, it's gone. All you can do is wait for it to come back later in the track, or rewind a few seconds, or maybe just replay that tiny little scrap of music in your head.

The pleasure of a good hook is incredibly condensed. It doesn't even really extend into the rest of the song, let alone into the rest of your life. To experience it, you have to be listening to those exact few bars (if only in your mind). It has no penumbra, no shades-of-experience that color other aspects of your existence. On the other hand, well...when you're listening to those exact few bars, you know it, and it's great. If it's a good enough hook, you kinda just want to listen to it over and over again, like you're popping Pringles or something.

All the way on the other end of the spectrum, you've got something like a traditional-style TTRPG campaign.

Even when it's being run masterfully, a game like D&D has a very low proportion of that's the shit right there moments, and a very high proportion of tedious yak-shaving stuff. Every so often you get your critical success in a high-stakes moment, every so often you get your awesome monologue or your big-drama scene or whatever...but for every moment like that, there's a hundred moments or more of the other stuff. The commonplace D&D play experience is famous for its vast amounts of OOC joking-around, which is not how things look when people are deeply engaged with the art on a moment-by-moment basis. And, of course, not every campaign is run masterfully. Sometimes boredom, or eye-rolling, is what you get in almost every moment.

And yet people love their D&D campaigns, like really incredibly a lot, and are deeply affected by them, and not-uncommonly have their whole lives changed by them.

The correct model here, I think, is that the pleasure generated by that kind of TTRPG experience is super diffuse. It's almost all penumbra. The awesomeness doesn't inhere in any one moment, or even any one scene or any one story arc. It inheres in the broad strokes of the campaign, in the ongoing knowledge that YOU ARE YOUR COOL CHARACTER and you go on a million cool adventures, in the mythos and the running jokes that add up invisibly over time into magic. And it pervades the entirety of your existence. You can think about it when you're lying in your bed, you can chat about it with your friends over lunch, and the awesomeness is just as much there as it is when you're actually playing. Maybe more so.

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Once you start looking at art through this variable-diffusion-of-appreciation lens, you can see many different points on the spectrum.

It's obvious that a short story is more concentrated than a novel, which is more concentrated than a series; it's obvious that a movie is more concentrated than a TV show. But it's not just the choice of medium that pushes in one direction or the other. It's a million different choices concerning content and style. Lushly descriptive language, in prose fiction, serves to concentrate the reader's appreciation into the moment of reading -- it forces the expenditure of extra attention for the sake of creating a beautiful mental moment, which in the vast majority of cases will be gone and forgotten almost instantly. Abstracted and philosophical language does the exact opposite, pulling the reader out of the narrative for a little bit for the sake of giving him something to roll around in his head. Suspense, and surprising plot developments, are concentration techniques that can have their full effect only during the transition from unspoiled-to-spoiled (and they serve to emphasize and heighten the moments of that transition). Archetypical, iconic plots are diffusion techniques that trade predictability-in-the-now for satisfaction-in-contemplating-the-story-later.

Sitcoms strike me as being vehicles for diffuse appreciation, to a huge extent, even more than other TV shows of comparable length etc. Much of what makes them good is just the presence of the characters and their distinctive shticks in your mindscape, in a way that builds from episode to episode without any particular grounding in specifics. When I think about a sitcom that I like, I find myself concluding that I like the show overall more than I like any single given episode. Which is weird, right? You'd expect some sort of bell-curve thing where the best episodes, or even the best individual moments, rise up above the averaged-out mass of the whole. But no.

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Fannishness is, overall, a very diffuse form of appreciation. This is true in the very-obvious sense that you're enjoying the work during a time when you're not actually consuming the work, by dint of consuming/producing fanworks and talking with other fans etc. But it's also true in the somewhat-less-obvious sense that the enjoyment-of-the-thing usually ends up very unrooted in the specifics of the thing, the plot beats and characterization details and so forth. You have a big beloved vibe, with lots of bits and bobs attached, and you can take the bits and bobs you like best and rearrange them however you like best when you're engaging in fandom.

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I believe it is overall true that concentrated appreciation is much more legible than diffuse appreciation. More legible to artists and art theorists, more legible to marketers and consumers. When you talk about art being good or bad or successful or unsuccessful, it's very easy to think in terms of "what is it like to consume this moment-by-moment?", and much harder to think in terms of "how does each piece of the work pervade the whole of the work, and also the general thoughtscape of the consumer?" For this reason, concentration techniques are associated with prestige, and high-prestige analysis tends to focus on a work's ability to generate concentrated appreciation.

...I also believe that different people want to be appreciating art, in the ideal case, at different levels of diffusion. There are people for whom a good artistic experience means lots of crack-hit awesome moments, and others for whom a good artistic experience means getting to live in an infinite penumbra, and others who fall at every point in between.

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For reasons I may discuss later, I think this concept-suite is extremely valent to the construction of theater LARPs, and the tension between people who expect more-concentrated enjoyment and people who expect more-diffuse enjoyment is responsible for a lot of the Wars Over What's Good within that sphere.

[hotluncheddie]

stop being a goblin and let me kiss you

part 3

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‘ok. ok! you just, you just gotta be cool munson. be casual. chill. just like, vibe, yeah? yeah. no more funny business.’ eddie holds his fists up to himself in the dinky bathroom mirror. a couple of jabs, a quick one two, that’ll clear his head.

clear his head enough to go out and deal with steve fucking harrington again and his stupid stupid face and neck and tongue and like pretty fucking ankle bones. fucker.

see eddies not blind, and he’s not that dumb, he knows he flirts with steve and he knows steve flirts back. he just. cant deal with it just yet. it’s like every time he’s around the guy he blacks out and resurfaces red faced and half hard. but the point at which his vision fades and all hell breaking loose seems to vary so completely that he can’t stop it happening.

their conversations will start normal, a jolly lark, a guffaw here, a story there but then bam! someone said or did something that shifted his functioning brain capacity from 60% on a good day to like -5% and that’s being generous.

he just can’t get his ratty little self to either 1) stop liking steve harrington in a gay, gay, homosexual way. or 2) accept that someone like steve harrington could possibly like aforementioned rat himself eddie munson and actually process his feeling into a reaction that’s more than; red, red, half a boner, sweaty palms, red.

so he took a second to hide in the bathroom. that’s fine, that’s kind even. self care, as robin likes to say when she paints her nails on top of steve’s head when he sits on the computer at work. he likes to make the chair super low because apparently it helps his posture and he need to keep an eye on his posture or else he’ll end up like his great uncle melvin, or something.

self care time is over however because robins knocking on the little bathroom door, hollering about needing to get home to practice for her english presentation tomorrow. so it’s time for eddie to put his big boy pants back on and get in steve’s car.

eddie full body shudders.

‘finish writing you sad boy poems on the stall walls in there? roses are red, violets are blue, i like big dumb jock boys but can’t seem to accept they like me too, even if my very cool very in the know friend robin tells me too. hm?’ robin slings an arm over his shoulder and steers him back to the table.

eddie sniffs, crossing his arms ‘that last bit doesn’t rhyme so, i will be ignoring all of it. F for u buckbey.’

‘not everything has to rhyme perfectly u know. it can still fit together just fine as it is.’ she tugs on one of his curls before slipping back into steve side, finishing off the last of his milkshake and hauling him out of the booth because she ‘has shit to do dingus.’

too smart for her own good that chick. eddie loves her. he’s also going to move away and never talk to her ever again, maybe steal her collection of berets too, become a hat guy, once he reinvents himself. yeah.

steve is putting a few bills on the table, slinging his jacket over his shoulder. ‘just fries tonight ed’s? that makes you kind of a cheap date don’t you think?’ tapping eddie under the chin before following robin to the door, smacking his palm on the frame above on the way out. because of course he does, the neanderthal. all broad shoulders and biceps and ass.

there a second where eddie thinks steve could smack him like that but then he feels his vision spotting. can a guy not catch a break around here? jesus!

the car ride is a blissful reprieve due to cyndi lauper coming on, which had steve and robin performing a duet. which then needed to be tweaked and discussed in detail ready for the next time that specific song came on the radio.

it was honestly nice to watch. eddie had walked to family video that day because his van keeps playing up after it���s stint hidden in the woods. poor girl just needs a day off once in a while so eddie walks and then listens to car duets from two very much none singers. but it nice. makes his heart all yucky and warm.

until robin is leaving. leaving him alone to be a big nerd with a future. leaving him alone to make a fool of himself again. his ego is big and he likes to keep it that way.

‘you coming up here then’ steve shifts slightly, looking as far as he can over his shoulder at eddie huddled behind the drivers seat. ‘no’ he squeaks because last time steve got all up in his face getting his tape box out of the glove compartment. rifling through it while it was on eddies lap. so close eddie could smell the apple from his shampoo and the cigarette they’d shared earlier.

self care.

‘ooh you want the full harington taxi service do you? i see, well then govna, where too is it?’ steve tips his invisible cap and has the most awful cockney accent eddies ever heard, and he did middle school theatre.

‘geeze, just take me home dude.’ eddie shoves through the gap between the seats, landing heavy in the passenger. crossing his arms and trying to hide his smile behind his hair.

‘there he is. out of the shadows.’ steve tucks some of his curls behind his ear. eddie sees the soft smile out of his peripheral. tries to swallow the cotton in his mouth. steve turn back to the road ‘let’s rock ‘n roll’ he revvs the engine, wiggling his eyebrows, before checking his blind spot and pulling away into a cushy 30mph.

eddie looks out the window and hides his grin in his palm.

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part 1 (eddie) part 2 (steve) part 4 (steve) part 5 (eddie) part 6 (steve) part 7 (eddie)

tags! ( ty for asking to be tagged wow so lovely can’t believe it hehe :3c ) (sry if i missed anyone or u didn’t want to be tagged just let me know!)

@bidisastersworld @sadcanadianwinter @mightbeasleep @butterflysandpeppermint @gregre369 @fandomz-brainrot @satan-is-obsessed @resident-gay-bitch @grtwdsmwhr @forsexyscience

[ncityprincess]

after party

pairing: husband doyoung x wife oc

power couple kim doyoung and y/n unwind after work event. i was picturing this couple living somewhere like the hollywood hills or las vegas or something 😭 i think it’s a sign that i need to travel soon lol. anywho, enjoy this fic! ❤️‍🔥

minors do not interact

the sleek luxury car zoomed down the highway, taking you toward the outskirts of the big city. your head rested on your husband’s broad shoulder as you listened to him hum absentmindedly to the song on the radio.

the two of you had just left your company’s annual charity auction. you and doyoung were lucky enough to work for the same company, and in the same department.

you two had met in college. you were eager to dive into the world of marketing since the very first day of freshman year. you had walked into the lecture hall with a smile on your face and wanted to choose the perfect seat for you to absorb every bit of knowledge the professor had to offer.

the other shy freshmen had taken the closest seats in the back of the room, most likely trying to avoid the professor’s sharp gaze. meanwhile you, and apparently one other marketing student, had chosen to sit front and center. doyoung moved his stuff out of your way as you went to take your seat, and the rest was history. you two had graduated together, applied for the same company, moved up the ranks, and eventually got married.

the darkness of the night set a romantic mood in the air. you looked out the window and saw the miles of mansions and land that stretched the landscape. it reminded you how far the two of you had come over the years.

the driver stopped the car in front of you and doyoung’s home on the hills and let the two of you out. you loved living in a secluded section of the city away from all of the hustle and bustle. it was a little slice of paradise that you would forever be grateful for.

doyoung reached into his wallet and grabbed some bills to tip the driver. you both thanked him, wished him a good night, and headed for the house. the slight night time humidity made your body feel warm and cozy. you slipped your hand into doyoung’s, allowing him to guide you towards the house.

“you have a good time tonight, darling?” doyoung leaned down and whispered in your ear. you felt a shiver run up your spine at the closeness. “yeah, tonight’s auction was so much better than the last one. the energy was incredible.”

doyoung squeezed your hand lovingly, “you’re right. it was a great turnout this time around.”

“and the moët was lovely too of course.” you smiled mischievously. doyoung chuckled and fished for his key to open the door. he guided you inside by the small of your back and locked the door behind him. you sighed and placed your purse on the couch. tonight was fun, but you were happy to finally be back at home.

doyoung quietly came up to you and kneeled down to help you take your heels off. you rested your hand on his shoulder to keep yourself from falling over in your slightly tipsy state. “man those things were killing me!” you exclaimed. doyoung grabbed your heels and placed them in the coat closet as you walked into the kitchen.

you reached into the cabinet to grab two wine glasses and grabbed a bottle of wine from the wine fridge. it was tradition for the two of you to unwind after a big event. you guys weren’t necessarily social butterflies, but your line of work required you to schmooze and mingle a lot.

you walked back into the living room and found doyoung manspreading on the couch with his suit jacket and button down discarded, leaving him in just his white tank top and dress pants. you couldn’t lie, he looked absolutely delicious like this. his black hair all disheveled in front of his face. his skin slightly flushed from the alcohol. you loved your hardworking man so much.

you set the glasses down on the coffee table and plopped down next to him. “the only thing i didn’t really like was the food. the chicken was super dry, and supposedly they brought in this five star chef to cater the event,” doyoung scoffed as he poured the two of you some wine. he handed you your glass and pulled your feet into his lap. you let out a relieved sigh as he massaged your sore feet with his free hand. “ok so it wasn’t just me? i kept trying to like, put some gravy on top of it to give it some moisture but it wasn’t working out.” you giggled. of course, the two of you were in sync.

“let’s make some real chicken for dinner tomorrow. deal?” doyoung smiled.

“deal!” you agreed before continuing. “oh! and did you notice how kara barely said two words to me? i think she’s still upset that the board rejected her proposal and went with mine instead.”

doyoung ran his hand up and down your shin soothingly. “oh well, she’ll get over it. your proposal was the best, which is why the board picked you.” he said matter-of-factly.

“okay, don’t gas my head up too much baby” you giggled. the two of you continued to sip on your wine and gossip about the night’s events. at one point, you had went into the kitchen to cut up some fruit to snack on.

“open” you said as you gently pressed a grape against doyoung’s lips. he flashed you a curious look and slowly parted his lips. you pushed the grape into his mouth and he ate it while keeping his eyes on yours. “mmm, these are delicious baby. my turn, come up here.” he patted his thigh, beckoning you to sit on his lap. you crawled on top of him got comfy.

doyoung took a grape from the bowl to feed you. “say ahh” doyoung said softly and placed the grape inside your opened mouth. you chewed it as seductively as you could and placed a gentle kiss on his lips after you swallowed it. “mmm, yummy.”

doyoung captured your lips in a heated kiss and moaned softly into your mouth. kissing doyoung was an out of body experience for you. he kissed like a starved man, yet he also kissed like he had all of the time in the world. like he wanted to savor you. make it last.

doyoung turned you around on his lap so that your back was pressed against his chest. you sighed and wrapped an arm around his head as he placed sensual kisses on your neck. doyoung growled lowly once he felt your hips grinding on top of his hardening member. doyoung slowly moved his lips up toward your ear.

“can you suck on these baby, for me?” doyoung whispered, grazing your earlobe softly. he held up his hand in front of your face and you quickly grabbed it with both hands, shoving his two middle fingers into your warm mouth. the intimacy of the situation made you continue moving your hips.

you noticed doyoung bunching up the long fabric of your evening gown up toward your hips so he could get to the spot he wanted to feel most. you eagerly lapped up doyoung’s fingers, much to his (and your) pleasure. doyoung’s hands were magical, you were sure of it! sometimes you’d find yourself staring at his hands while he’s doing the most mundane tasks just because they turn you on so much.

doyoung pulled his fingers out of your mouth, noting the way you whined softly at the loss. “oh don’t worry darling, we’re just getting started, aren’t we?” with that, doyoung shoved his hand into your lace panties and rubbed his fingers up and down your dripping slit. you bucked your hips against his hand, not expecting the sudden impact.

doyoung kept up his ministrations until he felt like you were ready to take his fingers. he slowly pushed his middle finger inside, followed by his ring finger. you let out a delicious whine, making him press a wet kiss against your neck. soon after, you felt his fingers speed up. you couldn’t help but bounce your hips up and down on his fingers, it felt so good.

“that’s a good girl, you gonna cum for me? huh? gonna cum all over my hand just like this?” doyoung teased. his breath and filthy words against your skin mixed with the harsh movements against your g spot sent you over the edge. you let out a beautiful melody of moans, throwing your head back against your husband’s shoulder.

doyoung finally pulled his fingers out of your body and grabbed your jaw roughly to plant a passionate kiss against your lips. you both moaned into the kiss, ready to feel each other even deeper. doyoung pulled your dress up over your head and laid you down onto the couch. you pulled your ruined panties off and watched as doyoung rid himself of his fancy clothes. his broad body loomed over yours, sending butterflies right where you needed him most.

“doieee, need you.” you whined, hoping it would get him to touch you quicker.

“darling, doie’s gonna take good care of you. you just lay back and let him take care of everything.” he purred out.

doyoung climbed back onto the large couch and laid down behind you so that you two were spooning. doyoung loved to fuck you forwards, backwards and sideways. but spooning was his go to position. he loved the intimacy and passion this position brought. he lifted your top leg softly, like you were made of glass. you shivered in anticipation and pressed yourself closer to his chest.

doyoung took his hard dick in his hand and ran it up and down your wet folds, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. once he finally bottomed out in you, he let out a prolonged groan, hands gravitating toward your soft tits. “god damn baby, you’re so tight like this.” doyoung praised.

he wasted no time building up a sharp and quick rhythm, each thrust making you let out high pitched moans. you and doyoung shared of moment of eye contact, relishing in the erotic situation you two were in. he stared deep into your eyes, loving how much you enjoyed being fucked like this, right on the living room couch.

“don’t you love having this big house all to ourselves, baby? we’ve really made a nice life for ourselves, huh? imagine if we had a few kids running around.” doyoung quipped.

your stomach felt like it was doing backflips, and you noticed your dripping core clench around his dick at his dirty words.

doyoung noticed it too.

“oh what’s this? think we should switch up the dynamic around here? maybe pop out a few kids, get you nice and pregnant so we can fill up this whole house?”

doyoung didn’t wait for you to answer as he rolled you over onto all fours. he kneeled behind you and took his length in his hand, slamming it back into your wet pussy. you both let out sounds of satisfaction, this new angle really penetrating you deeply.

“god you’re perfect, y/n” doyoung sighed and gripped your hips, making sure to pull you back down to meet his thrusts.

“mm, yeah?” you moaned out, turning your head back so you could admire his sweaty body putting in work.

“yeah baby. so perfect. so. perfect.” doyoung couldn’t hold on any longer. he reached his hand around your body to get to your aching clit, helping to finish you off. your breathing got shorter and choppier the closer you were to climaxing. you wrapped your hand around his hand that was working on your clit and came hard.

“babyyyy i’m cumming!”

doyoung let out a deep, guttural sound of pleasure and emptied himself into you. you whined as he continued thrusting into you, until you both finally had enough and he pulled out. you were completely spent, but you felt an intense feeling of love for one another. too tired to move, you allowed doyoung to lay you back down against his chest like you had before.

doyoung kissed the top of your head and caressed your hip. “i love you,” he whispered softly. “i love you too, doie” you replied gently. doyoung waited a beat before he brought the topic back up.

“….so about those kids…”

the end ❤️‍🔥

[suseagull04]

morgan!!! happy friday luv

so for ficlet friday prompt this week shall we do

🚙 Road trip for liam/pez and/or firstprince 💚💚💚

I'm SO SO SORRY this is so late!

“Okay, so the first thing y’all need to know about going on a road trip with me,” Alex told Henry, Bea, and Pez, “Is that I get to make the playlist.” They, the Super Six, were all having a Zoom meeting so they could get details about logistics straight. Could it have been all hashed out in the group chat? Probably. But Henry had wanted to see his best friend's face, and sure, they had FaceTime if they wanted, but still, what kind of boyfriend would Alex be if he said no to that?

“Excuse you, we all make a playlist,” Nora corrected. “And then we decide whose is the best and use that. Usually, it's mine.”

“What exactly are the parameters for this playlist?” Henry asked. Alex saw the broad grin on his face and savored it, knowing his Henry wasn't something the rest of the world often got to see (although he was coming out more often these days, and Alex was so proud of him for it).

At the same time, though, the fact that he was even asking that question proved that Henry would definitely not be making the playlist that would be played in the car. “Don't worry, baby. I'll make a playlist and it can be for both of us.”

“Don't you dare!” June scolded him. “I'm sure his playlist will be much better than yours usually is.”

“June, if he's asking-”

“It'll be better no matter what you say. After all, how else are we supposed to add British artists none of the rest of us have heard of?”

“You do realize that sounds more like Pez than Henry, right? He's more likely to add music from The Nutcracker, and it's not even July, let alone December!”

“So? I like The Nutcracker.”

“Either way, it doesn't belong on a summer playlist, June.”

“Should I not make a playlist at all, love?” Henry asked, his fingers scratching Alex's head. “Might be less stressful all around, yeah?”

“What? No, no,” Alex rushed to assure him, realizing what an awful boyfriend he'd been. “You can do whatever you want, sweetheart. Just… remember that not all of us want to listen to classical, okay?”

“You know as well as I do that I listen to much more than that.”

“Now that that's settled, can we maybe talk about snacks?”

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“All right, whose playlist are we listening to?” Alex asked, looking around at the rest of his friends (family, really). “Let's start with this: whose is the longest?”

After comparing notes, Henry's was the longest (a fact that made him feel quite triumphant), and the second that was determined, Henry's phone was in Alex's hand.

“I should've never entrusted you with the password,” Henry groaned.

“Too late,” Alex pointed out unnecessarily. After a few moments of (presumably) skimming the playlist, he looked up, his eyes glistening with tears. “Baby… these are all of my favorite songs.”

Henry smiled. Mission accomplished. “I wanted to make a playlist everyone would enjoy, love.”

“I love you.”

“All right, that's enough sap for one day,” Nora declared. “Now let's here that playlist.”

This was already the best road trip Henry had ever been on.

[desmorotu]

morgan’s playlist 🌑 (a glimpse)

i’m just going to flat-out say that i am totally aware that he has only three videos and that it’s kinda silly to suddenly just know his vibe BUT i did get a vibe and now i need to share it because he is everything that i want in a character and more 💔 his recent audio was so cute. playlist stuff is below :)

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☆ nocturne in c-sharp minor - frédéric chopin (classical music is a way to quiet the noise. prefers piano, but most lyric-less music will work if it’s in a minor key and has a moving melody. as his outside world is messy and frantic, he uses the precision and accuracy of an artist’s fingers to simulate that solace in his mind. enjoys listening to it while writing or reading, both hobbies that he’s recently picked up on.)

☆ piano concerto no. 21 in c major, k. 467: II. andante - mozart (i imagine him wearing a black turtleneck, having dark hair and rounder glasses, and some grey plaid pajama pants with a warm cup of tea; caffeine free, of course. when he says Seeing is like music, this song is what comes to mind for him. it can truly be a gift, just as he’s said, but it can quickly tip-toe the line into tragedy if you’re not careful. it’s all about balance.)

☆ the heart - david celeste (strangely, i imagine that morgan looks similar to seokjin from bts…those are just the visuals i get when i hear this song? longer, slimmer face shape, full lips, broad shoulders, soft cheek bones and jawline, etc. etc. it’s not exactly him, there are some differences in his eyes and nose that i can’t place yet, but no matter what i try to change or picture differently, seokjin is my point of reference for what morgan looks like. this song just brought out his appearance for me and i have no clue why. i don’t even keep up with kpop anymore and haven’t for a while now. if you totally disagree with me then i am so sorry 😭)

☆ prelude in e minor, op. 28, no. 4 - frédéric chopin (plays mostly classical because it’s what he prefers. he partakes in playing the piano on occasion and understands music theory, which is why he uses music to refer to his Sight. it makes sense to him. he knows it; he’s comfortable in it. he believes that music is the closest thing that the unempowered will ever have to magic, and he believes that to be a beautiful tragedy.)

☆ catwoman - michael giacchino (he’s the type if person to pay acute attention to the soundtrack of a movie over the movie itself, though he’s not much of a movie person to begin with. he was interested in batman as a child and decided to go see its 2022 release—and he absolutely fell in love with the soundtrack. it pulled the right kinds of emotion from him at the right times, and it added a perfect effect to each scene. it’s one of the few movies that he actually watches back.)

☆ clair de lune - claude debussy (a simple, sweet, popular classic. he likes to pay attention to the rippling pattern of the right hand and allows it to envelope him in a comforting “brain hug.” it was one of the first pieces he heard when he was younger and it inspired him to delve deeper into music as a whole. his mother played piano, and he sits and recalls the amount of times that it’s lulled him to sleep in his younger years.)

refer to morgan’s playlist cover at the bottom :) i associate him with the color purple so i’m just rolling with it

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

this one was so relaxing omg. i feel like morgan is a super calming presence as a whole—i mean, he relaxed me really effectively in his recent audio. he’s a sweet, awkward music nerd (imo) that also happens to see the future. i’m so excited to see how his character is developed further in his story :).

as for his appearance being seokjin and associating him with the color purple, i have absolutely no clue. call it a vibe check. it just felt correct 😭 i will def be doing more of these when the inspo arises :p

can i be the unofficial official morgan guy? thanks

k bye 💟

[im-jesus]

hey Jesus I’m feeling really jealous. I know it’s dumb and completely reasonable for you to ignore me completely, but I have a friend who is beautiful and I mean fucking stunning, she has this white blonde hair with pale skin and light blue eyes and is very dainty, and my sister who’s very similar but has this like mousey brown hair that’s like really thick and curly and they’re both very skinny with flat stomachs and perfect proportions and I’m almost the opposite I have brown frizzy ass hair ,hazel eyes which barely even look hazel so unless you stare at me like a freak they just look a fugly brown I tan easily (or well easily for a white person) and have broad ass shoulder and I hate all of it. Everytime I see her I want to fucking cry and just never ever stop. It’s so unfair why does she get to have the looks I want? Why does she get to be pretty while I’m stuck wanting nothing more then my entire fact to burn the fuck away so I don’t have to look at myself why can’t I just be pretty like her? On top of all that is probably the stupidest reason I envy her is that she’s cisgender and I’m trans masc. I hate the fact I’m trans I don’t know why I can’t just be fucking normal and I hate it. I love her to death but I just can’t help but hate the fact she gets to have everything I don’t. And it sucks because I mean like none of my features are bad and like if they were on anyone else I’d think they’re super pretty but on me they just look so fucking bad. I’m so so so sorry for complaining and I love my friend and my sister to death but I can’t help but have this burning hatred for the fact they get to have everything I want. And sorry for the confusing read or any mistypes I’m crying and writing this

Listen to me, my love. None of those things are flaws. To be perfectly honest, the person you just described to me has my dream body. But I get what you mean; my sister is super tall and thin and I’m always jealous of her. But there is nothing wrong with you.

First off, I fucking love frizzy hair. It gets so fluffy and you can play with it and aaagbavdjsggdh I love frizzy hair. Second, broad shoulders? You mean superhero shoulders? Third, there is literally no such thing as fugly brown eyes. It’s impossible. Like literally impossible.

And trust me. There is absolutely nothing wrong with being trans, but you also have the right to feel how you feel. You have the right to be upset about being in the wrong body, or being in the wrong mind, even. And you’re allowed to be jealous, even if you love them. And you’re allowed to let yourself feel the difficult shit because you deserve to feel human.

You are amazing, my love. You are so handsome, and so beautiful, and so amazing, and you deserve to have all the good in the world, and you will have all the good in the world. I love you, baby. You’re so wonderful.

Edit: idk if you saw this already, Nonny, but I think you should listen to this song

[herrlindemann]

Bravo 05.06.1997, interview with Till

The halls burn at their concerts. With their spectacular fire show and their super hit 'Engel' (this week number 3 in the German single charts), Rammstein from Berlin rose to become the new stars of the German rock scene. Frontman Till Lindemann plays the wild man on stage: The muscular, broad-shouldered singer fires flamethrowers, lets showers of sparks spray and dances across the stage as a living torch - without batting an eyelid. In the BRAVO interview, on the other hand, the shrill 'fire devil' shows a completely different side. Till, who has recently dyed his hair silver, speaks softly, in a deep but gentle voice. He seems very thoughtful, almost shy — and he rarely smiles...

Rammstein landed their biggest hit with 'Engel'. How did you get the idea to sing about angels?

The text goes back to a fairy tale I heard as a child. A boy asks his dad about his deceased mother: "Where is my mommy now? » The dad replies: «She is now an angel in heaven. Look up at that star. There's your mommy now! » This story fascinated me. I could sense how lonely and vulnerable the boy must have felt without his mother.

Do you believe in angels yourself?

Anyway, I've never seen one. Richard always says my lyrics are childish and wise at the same time. I really am like a big kid — naughty but innocent. People always think I'm strong and badass. That's not true. I am sensitive and easily hurt — and romantic and passionate in love.

How did you grow up?

We lived in Schwerin in what was then East Germany. My parents are artists. They left me alone, I could do whatever I wanted. I was mainly interested in sports. I was good at swimming, so when I was ten I went to a sports school where I trained for an international career. At first everything went great. When I was 16, I went to Rome with the East German team for the European Championships.

Was that your first trip abroad?

Yes, anyone who went abroad in GDR times was king! We didn't have the freedom to travel back then. I was totally fascinated by Italy. After the competition I abseiled with a girl I met in Rome. I had no intention of running. The next morning I reported back to the team. Unfortunately too late. I got into big trouble and was interrogated by the Stasi. What I did was a crime for them. It was then that I noticed for the first time in what a slave system we lived in. After this trip, I was fed up with the system. I got out and became punk.

How long has Rammstein existed?

Richard, our rhythm guitarist, founded the group in 1993. At Rammstein all band members are equally important. The group can only function with this cast. If one of us gets out, it's over. The guys played in various Berlin groups like Feeling B and The Instabokatables until 1993. I got by in Schwerin as a basket weaver. From time to time I played drums in some punk bands for fun. Richard is an old friend of mine. My voice has always fascinated him. I used to sing out loud at work and he would listen for hours. One day he brought cassettes with new, super hard songs and told me to sing along. At first I didn't feel like it because I didn't want to go to Berlin.

But then you went to Berlin after all...

Yes, Richard talked to me for three days. Finally he convinced me. We then recorded the first demos in the apartment he and Schneider shared at the time. I always had to sing under a blanket because my voice woke the neighbors from their sleep. The three of us formed the core team. Paul, Flake and Olli came later when we won our first studio session at the Berlin Senate Rock Competition in the summer of 1993.

Where does the band name Rammstein come from?

At first we didn't expect to be commercially successful. For over a year we went without a name because we only played at friends' parties. When we signed the record deal, we had to come up with a name quickly. Someone said: "Rammstein. » We liked this name — «Ramm» and «Stein» express movement, strength and hardness. We knew nothing at all about the plane crash that happened in the 1980s at the military training area in Ramstein/Rhineland-Palatinate. We all come from the east and didn't notice anything about the catastrophe.

At the beginning of your career there were rumors that you were right-wing extremists...

Absolute nonsense! We have nothing to do with fascists. When Rammstein started, we seemed like a foreign body in the German music scene because we didn't conform to any cliché. We're just not easy-going heave metallers with long hair and short pants. People didn't know which box to put us in. The box on the right was obvious because we acted very tough and monumental, with long leather coats, shimmering metal, bare shiny skin and all that fire. We wanted to provoke people and do something totally crazy.

« Mein schwarzes Blut und dein weißes Fleisch, ich werd’ immer geiler von deinem Gekreisch. Der Angstschweiß da auf deiner Stirn, hagelt in mein krankes Hirn… » you sing on the number 'Weißes Fleisch'. Are such harsh texts also created out of sheer desire to provoke?

My texts arise from feelings and dreams, more from pain than from pleasure. I often have bad nightmares, waking up at night drenched in sweat from fear because I saw some bad bloody scene in my dream. My lyrics are an outlet for the emotional lava boiling over in my soul.

What scares you?

We all try hard to hide behind a well-mannered facade that we are ruled and guided by drives and feelings: by hunger, thirst, fear, hatred, greed for power and sex. Of course there is also a very strong positive force in us - love. Without them, humanity would have exterminated itself long ago. Drives and negative feelings are particularly dangerous when they are suppressed and hidden from consciousness. In my texts they are allowed to come into the open.

Are you a pyromaniac?

Fire fascinates me. I once brought two New Year's Eve fire breathers to a gig and lit them between songs. The fans cheered and I burned my hands. But I thought it was great that I didn't have to stand around stupidly between the songs, but had something to do. I made myself a gauntlet that could spit fire, then a fire arm. At one point, the fire department showed up behind the stage. On this occasion I learned that you need a ticket to play with pyro effects. So I took the firework exam.

How do you actually live privately? Do you have a girlfriend?

No, not at this time. None of the six of us have an intact relationship. We're just too much on the go. But I don't live alone. I am single father. My daughter's name is Nele and she's twelve years old: she's my everything - for me even more important than Rammstein!

[sage-is-in-fact-very-tired]

How do you have so many words?? Like at this point i feel like you're known for(or at least, i know you for) your super long analysis posts, so how do you do it? More specifically, whats your process like?

honestly the words aspect of most of my posts is just because there's a lot of thoughts in my brain - it's probably something to do with *something* neurodivergent, but. how knows.

Process-wise - it's pretty much the same for vods and songs alike, if it's a long analysis. It's usually a lot of watching / listening to them over and over again, thinking about the small things while I do so (for vods, most typically I spend a lot of time pausing and writing little somewhat incoherent/half thought paragraphs and sending them to echo (one of my mutuals <3) - especially for the Cathedral analysis we spent a lot of that night after just bouncing ideas off each other) and I usually kinda just. sit in those thoughts for a bit? let them sit in, listen to some music while I jump around in minecaft and think back on the stuff I want to. This will usually lead to the opening of a Google Doc (because Google Keep has a character limit??? terrible for analysis posts and fics alike but I use it anyway) and creating like. Baseline sections - for both the Ic playlist analysis and the Cathedral one, they're organized by broad sections with typically silly titles (and how many of these are decided just by how many thoughts I had can fit into one category - kind of like if one thought branched into another but it still fits in the same ballpark, same category it goes) and then I just kinda. go? most of its done on my phone so there's a fair bit of breaks taken, but yeah

For those small posts I make that are a few hundred words at most? yeah those are done on a whim with zero planning. for the record I just have a thought and go hey that'd be a good tumblr post, open tumblr, write it - which often spirals because I have more thoughts mid-post, which is why some of those can get long - and then post it. There is zero process for those beside *maybe* a vod check to make sure the thought I had is actually correct-

Those second-person kind of almost analysis posts I make are usually done *immediately* after lore. Usually just I have a thought, open a keep note, write a little, show it to echo, then post it with some silly made up tags in the moment. Most of the time I'm just sitting in silence writing those ones-

[sugary-sheep]

can you listen to this song and tell me what you think of it https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SGRgAULYgWE

the percussion is SOOO fucking punchy. i love the resonant sound of everything... the broad ensemble and instrument variety feels fucking awesome, and we Love hard rock.. this is so super duper to our tastes in a ton of ways!!! good instrumental music always makes aya feel jealous, which is another juicy point for me, ehehe~ god I'm so happy i get to be in front to listen to something like this!! as a whole, we Really haven't listened to enough rock lately...

[bra1nwashed]

Hello, you requested someone asking for your Swiss and Aeon HCs so here I am! Please, tell me all of them, I love reading headcanons for the ghouls

AHHHH OMG i swear every time someone asks me something that i know i know i forget immediately every time 😭

but also hiiiii! idk who u are cuz i've had a LOT of people pop up in my notes these past few days but like, hello!! :3

these definitely aren't all the ones i have bc these literally pop into my mind randomly throughout the day

also this is super long 😭

but uhmmm here u go :D

swiss stuff:

he's actually much more of a cat person than a dog person (he still likes dogs tho)

and like, don't get me wrong- he loves cats in general

but he loves the chaotic, crack head, stupid ones especially

they match his energy and he thinks they're super cute

i feel like he (along with mountain) were the types as kits to bring in random animals like raccoons, opossums, etc and then just carry it around

like bring the animals to [the] papa[s] and just be like "look what i caught! can we keep him?!"

he has a red lava lamp that he once got for christmas from sodo in his room but it doesn't work right bc he shook it up

as a kit, he used to google different ways to prank people and he'd go on chaos sprees (commonly joined by dew as well)

poor rain suffered the most of his antics

he wasn't really close with any of the ghouls or ghoulettes specifically when he was new to them

he still isn't

he loves all equally, even if the others aren't the same way

peed in a sink once when he was high + drunk

mountain's personal bedroom bathroom sink specifically

whenever he sees babies, he smiles big (it scares them sometimes)

used to have a major biting problem when he was younger

copia got him oral fidget toys

literally knawed on that shit constantly

likes the feeling of chewing rubber

has a very broad music taste

phantom/aeon stuff:

when he was newer and needed ppl around to make sure he wouldn't get himself in any kind of trouble, all of the ghouls and papa were busy

so they left him with the ghoulettes

and they all watched mean girls together

he genuinely really liked the movie

but he was really easily spooked when he was first summoned

so the part when regina george got hit with the bus jump scared him

secretly related to that one character who didn't go to the school in that scene in the gymnasium (i hope this is specific enough)

thinks liz gillies is super pretty

also has a very wide music taste

he and swiss have a playlist they made together on spotify of songs they like and it's so much shit mixed together it feels like a fever dream when u listen to it in order

has eaten bananas with peels on them a multitude of times

doesn't like oranges or limes

love lemons tho

once drank a thing of lemon juice in less under 10 minutes cuz he was bored

got sick asf

doesn't like headphones

he thinks they're too big so he prefers earbuds (wireless or wired doesn't matter to him)

had to get help from rain trying to figure out how bluetooth works

ended up teaching copia later

dew once dared him to drink two shot glasses worth of a mixture of hot sauce, mayo, peanut butter, and pickle juice for 20 monopoly dollars and phantom did it bc he thought it was real money

he doesn't mind most vegetables but he hates squash and zucchini, canned italian green beans, frozen carrots (he thinks they're soggy), and canned spinach

loves cranberries and cranberry flavored things

as well as pomegranate

isn't the biggest fan of cherries but loves the ones u get in jars for cheesecake toppings

bagel enjoyer

hates raisins

hates oatmeal

has thrown up numerous times after drinking cherry cough syrup

anywaysssss that's all i have for now :3

also i'm really sorry :( i know a lot of these are more like scenarios than HCs (i hope u still enjoyed tho!)

[ridl]

☕🎼🙌💐🍀 if you want for the artist ask meme!

Thanks for the ask velvet!! Answers under the cut

☕ Do you do warmup sketches before drawing? (Bonus: do you have any to share?)

Not really 😭 I just don't have the energy to do both a warmup sketch AND the proper drawing. If i feel a bit overwhelmed by a "big idea" wip i do sometimes open a different file with small random doodles tho, maybe draw like 5 new lines and then move on lol. Like those:

🎼 Your favorite music to draw to right now?

I keep making new little spotify playlists bc i NEED music for drawing, so i'll just show that. Depending on my mood and drawing (sometimes i take inspo from specific lyrics) i can listen to one song on repeat for like 2 hrs.

Newest addition is "party of your lifetime" which is a modern "oldschool" style pop boyband song from Warframe (sci-fi action looter shooter game) bc it's gonna be a theme for... an in-game boyband of infested hive-mind boss monsters. Idk how to explain Warframe even if i tried lmao

🙌 Draw a doodle with your non-dominant hand

That was so painful hhh, i hope you enjoy this ganyu.

💐 Do your drawing suit your aesthetics?

Kinda yes? But my taste in art and aesthetics is pretty broad i'd say, so my art just doesn't really capture ALL of it. I can't do soft brush strokes for example, or super detailed stuff, but my art fits the simplified, strong strokes aesthetic. Also i draw ganqing the way i like, trying to give them a feeling of just normal aged adults, bc i don't rlly enjoy certain anime styles that are very prevalent in genshin fandom, naturally 😅

🍀 You wish your art was more..(fill in the blank)

Maybe lively and dynamic, just less stiff. I'm better at poses than before, but there's still so much room for improvement. I wish i was bolder/better with colors in general, tho i ended up actually rlly liking my last colored piece! Also i wish i was playing around with different textures more, maybe eventually i'll manage but it's just rlly hard to get to it. All the fun textures are hidden in art programs i don't know well :(

[aceofthyme]

for the bttf asks: 😊🎵🖋️🕰️

thank you for the ask my dear friend!!

😊if you could be best friends with one of the characters, who would you choose and why?

I think we all know it would be Doc. Aside from my desperate desire for father figures Those who know me know that I’m very much a science person and that I get up to wild things all the time (like that one time I created a low-powered taser out of items in my purse…or when I built a morse code machine…or all of the chemistry experiments I do in my spare time…I could go on…) and I feel like Doc would not only appreciate that but that we’d have some great project feedback energy. Fluid dynamics (rather than the physics of standard motion or quantum physics) was always my strong suit in the realm of physics, but I was always good at chemistry, and at the very least musical!Doc mentions that chemistry isn’t his strong suit, so that would be a fun little pairing (although of course anything that isn’t Doc’s ‘strong suit’ is still probably leaps and bounds better than the average person). I’m rambling at this point but the summary here is that I think we’d bounce well off each other intellectually and our personalities aren’t super far from each other. I think any of my friends can vouch for the fact that I have a very similar manic energy when I’m in the throes of it y’know?

🎵if you have listened to the musical soundtrack, which song is your favorite and why?

I have not only listened to it but seen it live (four times now! don’t start me on the fact that they’re closing on Broadway I will cry). It’s incredibly difficult to pick a favorite song, so I’ll narrow the criteria a little bit—my favorite song to listen to is different than my favorite song to sing! My favorite song to listen to is probably It Works, but part of that is because I love Doc so much (admittedly it’s also because I laugh when I think about Roger almost ‘falling’ off of the DeLorean when he tries to climb up on it). The ‘who are the girls?’ bit is one of my favorite parts of the show, and I’ll take a moment to talk about that. Back to the Future is a musical that knows it has solid comedic moments. It knows that it breaks some of the walls of normalcy, that it sometimes breaks the fourth wall, that it is built on a framework that allows for a bit of the ridiculous and the fun—and it takes that and embraces it, which is so important for a show like this. You have to be able to have fun with yourself, and know that there’s a little bit of ridiculousness going on, for it to work. I believe this is talked about a bit in the book on the creation of the musical, but it’s absolutely true; this is a show that knows what it is, and that is a major key to success not only in the formation/logic of a show but in connecting with your audience. I’ve now gotten very far away from the question oops My overarching point here is that the reason why the musical works (hah) is because of moments like in It Works, but it’s also just fun for me to put that on while I’m driving and pretend to do the choreo. While driving. The spirit’s there, anyhow,

(I enjoy singing Pretty Baby because I’m a filthy little soprano okay)

✒️you are hired to write/draw a new bttf comic, and it can be about whatever you want. what in the bttf universe would you want to expand on?

Aw man what a great question! Firstly, definitely write, we all know I cannot draw. Secondly. Wow. Okay. There’s a lot here to think about, and this makes me glad that I’ve actually read the comics. I would love to just see…some normal-ish stuff? I know that’s broad, but what I mean is that…I know it’s hard to have a storyline without stakes. You have to have something to push the plot along, to entice the reader, et cetera et cetera. That being said, I’d kind of love to just see Doc and Marty hanging out and being friends, y’know? I’d also love more about Doc’s childhood, or Doc and Clara things, but the friendship between Doc and Marty is so important to me, I’m always down for more of that!

🕰️if you were to insert yourself into the trilogy, what year would you come from?

Hahahaaaaa okay for me personally, the logical answer is the present (2024), but if I like…had the choice of what era I was from (I’m…assuming that’s what this means? I have low comprehension sometimes) that makes the choice a lot harder! I’m a fan of the 1920s and 1940s (the latter in a sense of “I have Jewish generational trauma” okay) but I’m also a massive history nerd and at least one of my alters would absolutely rock with being from like 1860. I think I’m too wild to come from any time earlier, I’d probably be labeled a witch or something. Kind of interested to see what era people would think I belong in, though?

[mountain-dew-tickledpink]

For the character ask thing:

Chloe and Homura?

chloe first :3 favorite thing about them — I really like chloe’s outfits in every production!! They look so silly but also bright and fun but my favorite is the pink glittery jacket she wears in the Broadway production

least favorite thing about them — the usual things of just how she was to Jeremy and Brooke. Her being mean specifically I feel like is too broad as she is supposed to be a mean girl so I think I’ll just go with those

favorite line — the “WHAT.” she does when Jeremy says he used to date Madeline is so funny

brOTP — Chloe and Rich friendship is something I’ve seen before and find really funny. However I really like when people write chloe redemption arcs and how they expand and explore her friendship with Brooke it’s really interesting to me! Like they’ve known each other for a million bajillion years and how that plays into how they are with each other and Chloe actually learning how to properly listen to Brooke makes me happy

OTP — I like Chloe/Christine, once again big fan of chloe redemption and they’re each other’s opposites. I also ship her with Nicole because I got bored and made a version of Nicole for the BMC musical as some people do

nOTP — besides the obviously bad ships, I’m also not a Jeremy/Chloe fan

random headcanon — has different heart shape decorations in her room and locker

unpopular opinion — there’s so many opinions on Chloe I actually don’t think it’s possible for me to have an “unpopular” opinion about her

song i associate with them — All American Bitch by Olivia Rodrigo!!

favorite picture of them — this one because it’s funny that it’s Two River outfit chloe with straight hair in the photo when usually people do two river chloe with curly hair and straight hair Broadway chloe

Homura time!

favorite thing about them — I can’t just name one thing that’s my favorite but I think her boots are pretty cool and the way she cares about everyone even if she can’t show it properly because. Ya know. Everything that happened

least favorite thing about them — literally nothing other than the fact I feel bad she feels like she has to put madoka first. Like I know doomed Yuri and she did everything she could for her so it’s not really an “I don’t like that she did that” thing it’s more just I feel for her so hard

favorite line — “madoka.. you have no idea how long I’ve waited.. for this” SHOOK ME BECAUSE OF EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED NEXT

brOTP — homura and kyoko’s little friendship thing was cute in the rebellion movie!!

OTP — madohomu I’m basic that way lmao but also it’s just so good I love them so much

nOTP — idk her and kyubey any of the girls x kyubey is a no no

random headcanon — has had that pair of red glasses for a super long time it’s like the only pair she’s ever had

unpopular opinion — none really

song i associate with them — Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin for some reason

favorite picture of them — she smiling :3

[cr4yolaas]

hii! sorry if this is a weird ask but can you give me tips for writing?

not weird at all anon :)

going for a feeling rather than a description

in a lot of my works, i tend to avoid flat-out describing scenarios (i.e. she opened the door and walked inside the house, then placed her shoes on the floor) because it personally feels very emotionless to me. i try my best to focus on what the character is feeling in that moment, whether it’s sensory or emotionally (this could even include the feeling of sweat collecting on their palms as opposed to saying they’re anxious), and you might notice that i use “flowery” words to make this happen.

using figurative language

adding onto the “flowery” words topic, i also love to incorporate fig. lang. to expand on ideas and items. this is less to make something clearer (in the way you would use similes) but rather to make the writing more appealing or to make connections to concepts within my writing. stuff like “ribbons of sunlight” or “dripping down the walls” (to describe an atmospheric feeling) is stuff i tend to utilize more often, but figurative language is really a broad scope that can be expanded on infinitely.

synonyms

there is no shame in having to search up “[word] synonyms,” and i actually do it quite often. it helps a lot with making your writing sound less repetitive. however, i would be careful when doing this, as certain synonyms can appear off-putting with the rest of your writing. however, it’s also just super important to broaden your vocabulary through this method or even through media to minimize how often you rely on synonyms.

consuming content

adding onto the last one, reading is genuinely the best way to get better at writing imo. i don’t read as often now, but i used to read so often as a child and a lot of the ideas and vocabulary stuck to me. i generally watch a lot of kdramas and cdramas nowadays (wifty my beloved), and sometimes seeing how their tropes play out — whether romantic, platonic, or even between enemies — is super helpful for envisioning how i want characters in my fic to interact. my writing is mostly inspired by the music i listen to, however, and i sometimes like to pull inspo from lyrics (miracle musical or whatever it is by tally hall was my favorite when a few years ago) or use songs to drive a certain feeling that i want to show in my work. it’s pretty difficult to have a distinct writing style of your own without inspiration.

writing when you’re in the mood

never force yourself to write. i’m a victim of this and it’s produced a lot of my poor content. you should write when you feel inspired to do so (hence the importance of the last point), otherwise you may not come up with ideas or topics that feel right to you if that makes sense. on a side note however, don’t scrap the writing that you create midway through these bouts of demotivation — sometimes you might write a handful of paragraphs and realize you don’t really like it because it wasn’t what you wanted it to be, but it’s always good to save it for later, because it could work out well in another spot.

i hope this helped (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) if you have any specific questions about certain works, feel free to ask !! i’d love to answer :)