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wttcsms · 4 months ago

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if you feel like falling (catch me on the way down) | ONE

ᝰ.ᐟ after getting your heart broken by professional soccer player, rin itoshi, all because he loved the game more than you, you officially swear off all men — especially athletes. your publicist doesn't get that memo, though, and you find yourself roped into a fake relationship with yoichi isagi, who isn't just a pro soccer player, but also your ex's rival. things could get messy. ( fem!reader )

pairing yoichi isagi x reader (endgame), past! rin itoshi x reader word count 2.9k chapter synopsis there are certain perks to having a relationship that operates on a "private not secret" basis. for example, you're allowed at least two weeks before the batshit crazy people online figure out that little miss it girl just got her ass dumped. chapter contains partying to cope, social drinking, diet culture, this fic is so chronically online LOL author's notes so normally, i would organize the fic's different arcs or acts by explicitly saying "act 1" or whatever. like i said, we're gonna be chronically online, so the arcs are described as different "eras" and when it's a new arc, we'll get a new era 🤭 each era has special graphics for it: what the media sees vs what's actually going on. think of the era intro as a moodboard for the chapters that'll follow <3

⋆˚࿔ CURRENT ERA: PARTY GIRL 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ from the outside, it's giving irl serena van der woodsen but even better, no one can possibly have the same 24 hours as you, someone needs to convince you to drop the skincare routine STAT, matter of fact - we just need your whole game card

— guest starred on the hottest pop culture podcast where it was basically just a glaze session for you (besides the last 10 minutes where the host started asking about rin), articles that want to help readers live your (unattainable if you're not rich!) lifestyle, and a devoted fanpage that updates your every move... every move.

on the inside, it's actually giving listening and actually relating to sad music, asking an 8 ball if you're the problem, being desperate enough to believe those tiktoks that say if you claim this sound and interact 3x he'll text you back, wondering when you should mail him back his stuff, keeping busy in the public eye so no one suspects how miserable you are right now

— even spotify clocked you and it's auto-generated, customized playlist perfectly depicts what you're going through (talk about the saddest soundtrack to your life), got desperate and consulted quora (this is how you know you're at rockbottom). not shown: your credit card statement (retail therapy works, right? right?!)

“Promise you’ll be on your best behavior?” Yukimiya peers over his sunglasses so he can give you a very pointed look. You tilt your head innocently.

“When am I ever not?”

Yukimiya lets out a very loud, very drawn out, very exasperated sigh. When have you not been on your best behavior? Well, just last month, you got drunk, stumbled out to your garage, hopped in your custom-wrapped pink Porsche, and somehow ended up falling asleep on top of the hood. (In your defense, at least even in a drunken stupor, you weren’t stupid enough to drive.) Last week, you collected the numbers of about eight different athletes and models, sufficiently led every single one of them on, and are now actively ghosting all of them because they committed the cardinal sin of not sounding like, feeling like, or being anything like Rin. And speaking of the devil, Rin’s the reason why just last night, you ended up blocking not just him from your social media, but his whole entire team, too. You felt vindicated when you did this at 2 AM. Yeah, because that’ll sure show him! He hasn’t looked at your story once since the breakup (not that you’ve been keeping track or anything), but in case he tries to play it cool and gets one of his teammates to view it on his behalf, you’ll have put a stop to that plan.

(Even when you’re spiraling, you’re still painfully aware of the fact that Rin’s most likely doing okay, if not still performing at his best. He is most certainly not doing something as childish as getting his teammates to relay info on you to him. Meanwhile, you are apparently a social liability for your closest friends. Spectacular.)

“Don’t answer that.” You tell him. “I don’t want to know what my life looks like through your eyes.” It’s bad enough that every little thing you do gets documented, photographed, and then sensationalized on the Internet, but it’s one thing for strangers to commentate on your behavior when they don’t even have the full story. It’s another thing entirely when it’s your best friend criticizing your current lifestyle.

“I’m just saying, it’s going to be a very casual lunch with my favorite people. Not a party.” Yukimiya clarifies.

“Kenyu, you do realize that inviting me to a birthday party, and then saying ‘it’s not a party’ is kind of giving mixed signals right now.” Now it’s your turn to give him a pointed look, but just like his, there’s no true venom behind it. It’s Kenyu’s birthday celebration, anyway. You’re not about to corrupt Mr. Catholic Private School and tell him to throw a fucking rager.

“If my team gets their way, there probably will be an actual party. If there is, you’ll be the first one I give the details to.” There’s a distant shout in the back; the photographer is done with his lunch, and he’s ready to wrap this shoot up. Kenyu examines his hair in the vanity mirror before getting out of his chair and giving you a quick hug. Your photos have already been taken, and there’s really no point for you to be on set still.

However, Kenyu’s on set. Your only other viable option is to just go home and hide under your covers, rewatching Someone Great on Netflix and Doordashing Ben & Jerry’s. Juliette is home in France and won’t be coming back until the end of the month, and you’re not really in the mood to see any of your other friends. It’s tiring being around people who can’t separate front-cover-of-Vogue you from the real you. If you’re going to have to fake a smile, it might as well be on set rather than grabbing brunch with people who would kill to be able to leak something as headline-inducing as your breakup.

“Pinky promise?” You look up at Yukimiya. “You promise to tell me about the party even if I’ll make a fool of myself because apparently I don’t act on my best behavior?”

He rolls his eyes at your comment. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way, and you know that. Besides, you could never make a fool of yourself. Anything you do is declared iconic, anyway.”

Having a famous movie director as a father and a certified Hollywood starlet as a mother, life wasn’t just set at easy mode for you. You practically were given an unlimited money hack and started off with like, five times the XP compared to any other beginner. At thirteen, you told your parents that for your birthday, you wanted to become a model. Two phone calls and a private jet flight later, and you had signed with the best modeling agency in the country and had your first ever photoshoot booked.

Fate gave you parents with connections, and you’d be a fool to not use it to your advantage. Fate also gave you the same photoshoot as another young model, and you’d be a fool to not befriend Kenyu Yukimiya immediately. Out of all the friends you’ve ever made, fate only gives you good luck twice: first with Yuki, then with Juliette. You used to think you got lucky three times — meeting Rin for the first time was like experiencing something cosmic. Now you know better. Even rich people can have shit luck, too.

Today’s unlucky situation is the way Yukimiya’s “favorite people” all happen to be athletes. There’s not a single person here who isn’t his teammate or somehow related to Bastard Munchen, except for you. If you didn’t love Yukimiya so much, you would have hauled ass. It’s normally easy enough for you to avoid soccer players at parties because they don’t normally get invited to the same social events you do, but now you’re the odd one out.

At least the food is good. You don’t have a photoshoot scheduled until next week, and that’s exactly why you’re comfortable with choking down half a bagel sandwich rather than socialize with the guys seated by you. Yukimiya’s real big on intimacy and the power of friendship or whatever, which is probably easier to achieve when you play a team sport versus the modeling industry, where good jobs are few and far between, and the reason why some models are so skinny is because they can’t afford to eat — literally and figuratively. If they’re not booking jobs, there’s no way they can buy groceries in this economy.

He has everyone assembled at one long table in the massive backyard of his mansion. It’s honestly kind of Last Supper-core, but it fits him. Little Yuki’s finally old enough to have a seat at the big kid’s table. He’s sitting across from you, and you’re sandwiched between Kunigami and Hiori. Next to Yukimiya is Isagi. Out of everyone at this party, soccer player or not, Isagi is the person you want to avoid the most. So far, you think you’ve managed to skirt under his radar. If everything goes as planned, you’ll be able to leave this lunch with your belly full and not having to interact with anybody. It’s looking like you won’t even have to drink in order to get through this.

“Hey, out of all of us at this table, who d’ya think would have the best shot at being a model?” Hiori is clearly speaking to you. The blue-haired player is looking directly at you, for God’s sake. You wonder if it’ll be mean to blatantly ignore him, but considering how this little question seems to have captured the attention of the surrounding players, it looks like pretending you’re hard of hearing is out of the question.

Inside, you’re dying. The last thing you wanted to do was socialize, but it’d be selfish and bratty to request that Yukimiya find more time in his busy schedule to have a one-on-one celebration with you. You’re here to support your friend. You can stomach being friendly with boys who have probably seen Rin more recently than you’ve last seen him. Fuck — why are you thinking about Rin? Do not think about Rin!

You grab one of the premade mimosas from the tray in the center of the table. You down the glass in one swift gulp. On the outside, you flash Hiori a bright smile and give an airy giggle. “Why? You trying to get a foot into the industry?”

Hiori’s cheeks turn a light shade of pink. “W-well, no. Just wanted to make conversation.”

“No worries! I’ve been trying to keep up with whatever you guys are talking about, but even after all this time being friends with Kenyu, I still don’t really get soccer.” Your smile is still intact. You reach for another mimosa.

“Rin didn’t teach you anything?”

Ever since you entered the industry, you knew that you had to get comfortable with standing out. No — you needed to thrive on standing out. You needed to crave, to rely on, people’s undying attention in order to survive. In the eyes of the media, you’re the center of attention. You got what every girl your age wants. At this table, everyone’s eyes are focused on you. What you want is to be back in your room, away from their prying gazes and curious stares.

But you’re a trained professional. Your smile never slides off, never turns into a grimace. You give a casual shrug, directing your answer to the person who mentioned Rin in the first place.

“I make it a rule to not discuss work when we’re together.” You look at Isagi, asking him with your eyes if that’s a good enough explanation for him. He holds your gaze, looking at you like he sees right through you.

You drink another mimosa.

After loosening up because of the drinks, you find casual conversation with the Munchen players to be easy. The boys honestly never shut up, and you don’t know what they’re talking about half the time, but you’re cracking genuine smiles every so often, and by the time Yukimiya is going around and saying his thanks for everyone showing up, you are…

Not drunk, per se. You’ve built up quite the tolerance these past few weeks, and it’s hard to get wasted off of drinks that are basically three-fourths orange juice. (Seriously, was Yukimiya getting stingy with the champagne? Sober You might be able to acknowledge the fact that Yukimiya might have just been preparing for the Worst Case Scenario, which would be you hogging all the drinks to yourself. Which sort of happened. Fuck. Sometimes it sucks to be known so well.) You’re definitely tipsy, though. Maybe half a tier above tipsy? Whatever the case, you are definitely in no shape to drive.

“Kenny,” you whine out his nickname, trying your best to pull out your puppy-dog eyes. “Please take me home.”

“Ah, damnnit, [Name].” He runs his fingers through his dark curls. “Did you seriously get drunk off of orange juice?”

“Champagne drunk is the best drunk. I’m pretty sure People Magazine quoted me on that like, last year, so it’s basically fact.” Yukimiya doesn’t seem overly impressed. “And I’m not drunk, but my alcohol levels right now are definitely above the legal limit. Sorry, but I don’t plan on making headlines for a DUI. Hard to spin that into something iconic.”

This gets Yukimiya to crack a smile. “I thought you were leaning into the party girl look?”

“Yeah, but after Justin Timberlake got caught for intoxicated driving, he made it look totally lame. He ruined it for us!”

“I wish I could drive you back, but I have to retake some photos for this sneaker ad I’m doing, and with traffic, I’m really cutting it close already. Do you want to just come with, or hang out at my place until I get back? You should’ve said something sooner; I could’ve asked one of the guys to drop you off.”

You crinkle your nose. “No, thanks. I’m not a fan of strangers knowing where I live.” Becoming a model at such a young age thrust you into the spotlight. With media attention comes total pervs who lurk in Reddit threads and 4Chan, and stumbling upon some of the things said about you, reading the things they would do to you if they found you, all laid out in disgusting, graphic detail, left you kind of paranoid. Getting doxxed might be one of your worst fears. No Ubers. No car ride homes with strangers. “I’ll wait here. It’s been a while since I went through your things, so I’m sure there’ll be enough of your dirty secrets to uncover to keep me occupied.”

“Did you need a ride?”

Shitty luck, indeed.

The teammate who decided to stay behind to help clean up (because he’s just that outstanding of a guy) is the sole reason for why you went buckwild on the mimosas. You can see why Rin was always frustrated with him.

“Nope—” You say, at the same exact time as Yukimiya nods enthusiastically.

“Would you mind? [Name] actually lives pretty close by, so it might not be out of the way.”

You shoot Yukimiya a scathing glare. He ignores it completely, smiling at Isagi.

“I don’t mind. That is, if you don’t mind.” Isagi is looking at you expectantly. Yukimiya trusts him. And you trust Yukimiya. By some sort of logic, you should reasonably be able to trust Isagi. It’s clear that Kenyu wants you to carpool with him, anyway, otherwise he wouldn’t have been so happy to dump you onto him.

“Sure. I’m ready to go whenever you are.”

What would happen if you jumped out of a moving vehicle?

At best, you’d get your pretty skin all scraped up, meaning your photoshoots would either have to be delayed, or you would have to endure all the clear distaste for your “unprofessionalism” in the workplace from the people who actually had to work to get to where they’re at. At worst, you end up hospitalized. Somehow, it seems easier to photoshop out a few cuts and scrapes than working with someone in a full-body cast.

As you weigh the pros and cons of jumping out of Yoichi Isagi’s vehicle — a sleek, black sedan that’s top of the line, sure, but understated luxury; it’s not flashy like the sports cars you see most athletes sporting — he smoothly reverses out of Yukimiya’s driveway. Isagi does that boyish thing where he ignores his backup camera completely and opts to rest one hand on the back of the passenger headrest, the other hand on the steering wheel. Fuck. Maybe it’s not a boyish thing. Maybe it’s manly. Isagi leans a bit into your space; not enough to bother you, but enough to where you can smell the scent of his cologne. He smells clean and fresh. Maybe it’s not cologne, but laundry detergent and fabric softener. Somehow, you find this very fitting of him.

He glances out the window to check for traffic and eases you two onto the open road.

He’s not playing any music, and you’re sure as hell not about to ask for the aux. You look out the window instead, watching the world pass you by through tinted glass. It makes everything around you appear darker. Somehow, you find this to be very fitting for you.

“You live around this area, yeah?” Isagi asks you, and you’re reminded that if you want to go home, you actually have to let the driver know where home is.

“Yeah, sorry. Keep heading straight, and I’ll let you know when there’s a turn coming up.” Talking to Isagi shouldn’t feel so awkward. After all, you managed to talk (and actually enjoy talking) to all of Yukimiya’s teammates. You even got along well with Kaiser. But it just feels weird — you’ve never met him directly, but you’ve heard so much about him, that it’s hard to not see Rin’s rants every time you look at Isagi.

So you don’t — look at Isagi, that is. You look at everything else. His car is clean. There are air fresheners in the AC vents. The floor of the passenger seat is oddly clean, like no one ever sits here. If that’s the case, you hope your heels didn’t track in any grass blades or dirt.

“Um,” Isagi awkwardly clears his throat at a red light. “When I mentioned Rin earlier at the party…”

“What about it?” Fuck, this is so embarrassing. Since the car is stationary, you’re in the clear, right? If you just unlock the door, you can escape on foot. Your house is now close enough that it’ll just count as today’s exercise.

“Sorry for bringing him up. I didn’t know—”

“—didn’t know what?” You turn to face him. His jaw is surprisingly sharp, and you watch the way he swallows before he answers you.

“I didn’t know that you two broke up.”

No one knows that you two broke up. You’re still in the process of making sense of it all, and because you’re so messed up over it, naturally you had to confide in Yukimiya and Juliette. Neither of them would ever share that secret, though.

So why the hell does Yoichi Isagi know?

“The light’s green.” You tell him, shifting your body in the seat, avoiding him by positioning yourself even closer to the door.

Neither of you say anything else during the drive.

#yoichi isagi x reader #isagi x reader #rin itoshi x reader #smau #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #series: if you feel like falling #fluff

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bryngmemoney · 1 year ago

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✁FASHION FLIRT✃

Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

⭑story masterlist link

tw: death joke

Writing at the beginning and in btwn messages!!

🪡Chapter Eighteen: Bro

You looked around trying to see where Megumi was, jumping at the sudden arms wrapping around you, but settling down once you realized it was him.

“Found you.” he let go of you as you turned around to face him. “Don’t scare me bro.”

“bro?”

“Heyyy, you ran away so fast? What’s wrong was I getting boring?”

Oh him. He was still looking for you.

“Is this your boyfriend or something?” he asked, staring at Megumi. He pieced two and two together, figuring that this was the man who was bothering you while you texted him. “Yeah, who are you?” he answered, hoping to get him to back off. “You can just call me Mahito, but that’s too bad. Well, you two have fun then, i’ll leave you alone for now.”

You both watched him get lost in the crowd, sighing after finally seeing him gone. “So, boyfriend huh?” Megumi just looked at you, and although he tried his best, it was still obvious to you how he was trying to fight a smile. “Just said that to save your ass, can’t be your boyfriend after you called me ‘bro’ .”

“Oh my god are you for real?” You almost laughed at his expression. “No, let’s go and get something to drink,” he grabbed your hand and pulled you with him, “and i’m not letting you get lost again, I don’t like weirdos flirting with you.”

“Who are you texting?” Megumi asked, finally recovering from his embarrassment of childhood pictures that you had been showing him from Maki. “Why are you jealous?” you asked. He hummed a little leaning his head into your shoulder. “It’s just a group chat, and Maki of course sending me more photos.” He smushed his face a little more into your clothes, “Doesn’t she have anything better to do? She’s at a party tell her to go do something instead of ruining my life.” You laughed a little.

It was a nice atmosphere, you could hear the music blasting from the main room, but you and Megumi had snuck away into another little foyer room of the house, sitting in the corner on the couch. It wasn’t the most secluded as the rooms around it were still full of people, and there would be others passing by you guys, but a lot less crowded than where you originally had been.

Megumi had gotten you guys something from the kitchen. He wasn’t one much for parties you soon found out by his nature of trying to keep you guys in less public areas. That wasn’t really a problem though, but you were surprised by how much he was attaching himself to you. From what’d you’d previously experienced with him, the only time you remember him being this close was that one time he fell asleep at the movies, and the exception of you helping him into his outfits. You never took him as a big fan of PDA, but maybe this really was moving forward some way.

Author’s Note: thought giving megumi an ex-emo phase would be funny 😊😊😊

made a playlist with songs i think megumi would listen to on spotify lemme know if anyone wants the link

also just wanna thank u guys for all the support you’ve shown this story i really appreciate it :3

hope you guys enjoyed!

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todayontumblr · 2 years ago

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Tuesday, July 11.

Spotify playlists.

There is nothing quite as satisfying as being delighted by a song you love, playing on shuffle from a playlist that you yourself curated. Yet it is inexplicable that it comes as such a surprise, because it shouldn't be. It was you that selected this song and added it to said playlist. And yet, there is something doubly feel good in the first few bars hitting your eardrums, followed by the satisfaction that you chose it. It's like catching yourself off guard with a little present for you, from you. Gift-wrapped. This is not just a song you enjoy, endlessly, but more proof of your exceptional taste (as if it were needed.) Oh yeah, I love this song. Oh yeah, it was me. Perfect.

With that in mind, we are taking today to celebrate the creation and curation of #spotify playlists, or, indeed, your streaming service of choice. They serve any mood, any moment, any purpose. Feeling melancholy at midnight? In need of soothing sounds to accompany cooking? Big, bold, and colorful songs for a blue sky sunny day? Mellow music for a bath? A NSFW saucy soundtrack to after-hours, post-watershed shenanigans? Something exciting and upbeat for Saturday night, and something else indulgent and sad for Sunday?

Whether a personal collection for your own private listening, or a collaborative compilation shared amongst friends, the simple act of creating these patchworks of sound—a musical moodboard, if you will—is simply the gift that keeps on giving.

#today on tumblr #music #spotify #spotify playlist #playlists #my music #musicblr

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vroomvroomcircuit · 1 year ago

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The World did not end

(A/N): 'ello and welcome to my first F1 fic. I'm quite new here (not to fanfic or tumblr, I mean F1), but I want to give back to the F1 community, since you all helped me out tons during a really rough period these last couple of months.

Pairing: Lando Norris x platonic!reader

Warnings: mentions eating food, death of a loved family member, grief, it sounds sad, but it's actually pretty sweet and hopeful (it's based on a tiktok trend), English is not my first language btw

Wordcount: .7k (she is a shorty)

Masterlist ______________

Finding Mclaren’s reserve driver crying in the cafeteria wasn’t what Lando expected to stumble upon, when I went to check out where the repeating music came from. It sounded like a sad song that could land a high spot on his next Spotify wrapped.

“Uhm, (Y/N), what’s wrong?” he asks gently as he approaches the table. After a startle she turns off her phone, which has been playing the music. Frantically, she wipes her tears. It still does nothing against the fact that she has been crying and that her blood shot eyes are very visible.

Lando shakes his head. When people think Oscar is an introverted person, she is the masterclass of introvertedness. Like, the last stage of a pokémon evolution. That’s why seeing (Y/N) cry in a semi public place like the cafeteria calls for concern.

“There has to be something. The food here is not that bad. I mean, I have the same reaction when I see fish being served, too. But today I felt like the meals were rather good. So do tell. What’s bothering you?”

First she shrugs, the twenty year old not being able to find her voice immediately. “The- the world didn’t end when I was 13.” The tears are coming back again, restricting her voice once again.

Lando gathers her into his arms. even though he doesn’t understand what is happening at all. Does that matter right now, though?

The girl needs another minute or two until she is composed enough to explain the reason behind her crying. “There is this Tiktok trend going viral right now. It’s about people saying what mundane things they are able to do, or-or which things they have achieved, and all that because the world did not end when they were a certain age. They mean they got through some heavy event in their life. And because they got through this, they are able to do said things or achieve this.”

He nods, understanding the bittersweet and hopeful outlook this kind of videos can bring. “And something heavy happened to you at 13?” He probes while trying to keep a cautious tone, not wanting to overstep any boundary he doesn’t see.

“My, you see, when I was 13, my grandmother died. This was the first time I felt real grief. I wished for the world to end, because nothingness would have felt better than this immense amount of grief. And this led me to thinking of how many times I wished for the world to end. Because there were important and life changing events approaching me so quickly. When the world ends, I wouldn’t have to go through them, right?

And suddenly I’m 18, writing my final exams in school and it felt like the biggest task in my life. it felt like make or break. But the world did not end. I was able to graduate.

Then I got into the drivers academy, I am training, studying, and meeting people. I’m doing everything and anything. Because the world did not end when I was 13.

And it didn’t end when I was 16, overwhelmed with studying for school. It also did not happen when I was 19 and put under contract to be a reserve driver for Mclaren.

The world never ended. I begged and cried for all of this to stop. To have peace. Because I thought that I would only feel at peace, when nothing happens anymore. And the world didn’t end and now I sit here with you, talking about a tiktok trend.”

Lando understands her train of thought and sentiment immediately. “You know, I’m happy it didn’t end. These past couple of months with you here were pretty fun. Even Oscar admits it! With that true little smile, not in that monotone tone of his. These interviews and the media stuff is much more fun with these silly remarks of yours. And you are an amazing human being. I’m really glad that your world did not end, because meeting you made mine better.”

(Y/N) laughs, the tears being gone and cheeks heating up at that confession. “I’m glad too. Otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to ravish my way through the mountain of pasta minutes before you came in.” They giggle, knowing they share similar food preferences and have the culinary plate of a four year old toddler.

And all that, because the world did not end.

#lando norris x reader #lando norris x platonic!reader #x reader #x platonic!reader #reader insert #formula 1 fic #f1 fic #lando norris imagine #lando norris fanfic

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whimsical-roasting · 2 years ago

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You reblogged that Sam gifs post and it reminded me of that headcanon i have of being Sam’s friend but you’re feisty and take no one’s shit. Like he’s always takes the high road and you’re like when they go low i go lowER. I would fight that Akufo dude for him no questions asked.

hi wifey <3 you are absolutely right!! i fucking love that idea of Sam having a bestie who'd throw hands for him.. it's on sight all the time.

special thanks to @sokkigarden for bouncing ideas off me, love you bby. okay, i wanna write about being friends w the AFC Richmond boys more, so if yall have ANY thoughts on being friends with ANY of the lads then send me requests on it so we can DISCUSS

OKAY BUT BEING BESTIES WITH SAM OBISANYA

he's such a wholesome and loyal friend... a breath of fresh air yknow?? Dani is more of that 'unconditional sunshine' energy, but Sam is positive whilst still keeping it real w you

and sooo you're hella loyal to him too. well, you're loyal to everyone you care about. you'd take a bullet for them, no questions asked, but probs a lot of cussing involved (same, but i'll come back to this)

sharing an airpod each if yall go out on a walk or join the team on a bus ride - if you're dating jamie then he NEEDS you next to him on the ride back, probs uses your shoulder to sleep on and has an arm around your waist so you can't leave, but that's a diff post ahahaha

having a shared spotify playlist that you both keep adding music too...the vibes are all over the place. "Y/N, I was trying to jam out to J.Cole, and then Adele came on??" "Oh yea, I was sad bout something earlier"

blanket forts and microwaveable caramel popcorn for when he's missing home

playing as him in FIFA when you're with the lads and yellin "YEA THATS MY BESTIE" every time you score as him

pinching his earlobes like his dad would for good luck on the days of a big match/when he's really nervous

since opening OLA'S, you join him when he attends small business owner conventions, but that's mainly to try the free food

since i'm vegetarian, telling him that his menu looks great but you can only stick to sumn like the jollof rice.. so next month when he invites you over to his restaurant for a catchup dinner there's a whole new lil section for vegetarian dishes on the menu (or whatever dietary inclusivr thingy etc.)

warning Sam about Afuko because "a man simply doesn't feed you pasta and lobster and send you a stack without something in mind" and him being like ??? what and you groan, "did you watch the tiktoks I sent you??"

hearing about how the Afuko rejection went and Sam only focusses on "he called me medium talent??" and you're SEETHING

you're like "what the living F U C K" and he's like "oh hey Y/N, don't worry, I know I am not medium talent" and you're like "what? no, shut up, obviously not, but that's not the POINT here. how did that ASSHOLE have the audacity to speak to you like that?!!"

you're searching up flights to Nigeria and opening a google map from the airport to Afuko's business residence or something, and Sam is like, "seriously, forget that guy. bullet dodged." and you're angrily muttering about how Afuko's gonna have to dodge the bazooka you're gonna smuggle onto the plane

"We cannot be best friends if you end up in jail because you tried to smuggle a bazooka onto the plane." "I just wanna talk to him...with a bazooka." "No." "Pleas-" "No."

telling Sam you might be getting feelings for Jamie and being nervous he'd be mad because of their relationship in S1, but you promise he's changed, and Sam is like, I know

wearing the Obisanya jersey and the rest of the boys are like 'hey why don't you ever support our merch' so like every match you're switching out jerseys before texting a pic to the groupchat

running into that Francis guy who's Afuko's right-hand man and "accidentally" stepping on his foot real hard like OOPS

giving him updates on your love life and vice versa. "Y/N, please tell me this one is not a loser." "Um, Sam, shut up; you know my rizz only seems to work on losers??" "hey, Jamie told me that telling a woman my favourite movie is Ratatouille is a bad idea... is it?" "just bake her a lasagna or something and say that's how you learnt to cook." "I am not doing that." "dammit, I thought we'd get lasagna for dinner"

doing random tiktok trends or challenges - the baking one where one person is blind, one is deaf, and one is mute, but they all gotta work together to bake a cake!! sam (tape around his mouth) x you (blindfolded) x jamie (loud ass headphones on)

jamie: pass the FOOKIN sugah!! *back turned to yall as he stirs the mix*

you: WHAT. WHERE. *randomly smacking shit, picking up the salt and dropping it on the counter and onto a spoon*

sam: mmmhnph! *waving his hands in your face like NO but you can't see*

you: *turning to jamie with a spoonful, which he probs tastes absentmindedly whilst stirring* OI TASTE THIS

jamie: FOOKS SAKE

#sam obisanya #besties with sam obisanya #sam obisanya x reader #ted lasso #ted lasso x reader #jamie tartt x reader #afc richmond

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thrumbolt · 4 months ago

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Small guide to art posts on Tumblr:

I'm writing this because I keep seeing more and more beautiful art with absolutely terrible presentation on my dash. Presentation that is so bad it makes me sometimes not reblog the post even though I love the art itself. Call me superficial, but the presentation is part of the art as well and usually these posts also have less notes than you'd expect for the quality, so it's probably not just a me thing. That makes me sad and I want everyone to get the attention they deserve so here are my tips on how to present art on tumblr:

Put the image first, then add a small description - NOT the other way around. So many art posts have people yapping and yapping, only to then post an image in the middle of a wall of text. Don't do that! Have you ever been to a museum? Descriptions and titles should be small and below a piece of art. That's because you want to center the art as your main piece in your post.

If you have a long description or context, put it under a cut. Honestly, that is how everyone should do with long text. Nothing worse than making people scroll endlessly if they don't want to and it's also what makes people hesitate to reblog long posts. Short descriptions also give the benefit that people outside your fandom corner will be more inclined to reblog your art as well!

So generally keep text short and clear if possible. If you didn't draw the art, credit the artist above all else! I keep seeing people who commissioned something confused for the artist and it's fucking annoying. No one truly cares if you paid someone to draw something, everyone just wants to know who drew it. Also please for the love of all that is holy, do not pair your art with an embedded spotify link to a playlist. If you really want to share music, put it under a cut as well or in a hyperlink. Last thing you want is some ugly ass album cover to take away from your art!

No colorful fonts. There's a reason the majority of tumblr has ignored them ever since they were conceived (I remember the update! I was there!) and it's because it's ugly as sin and in the terms of artwork, it usually distracts from the piece as well, even if you try to color code. It's also the easiest way to out you as a newbie :D

If you have more than one page/piece in a post, consider the arrangement carefully. You do not have to accept the tumblr default - you can rearrange! In general, if it's not that many pieces, it makes sense to post them below each other rather than side by side. Make people look at your art that you spent so much time on! It's allowed to be eye catchy! If you have a more horizontal piece with short sides, consider adding a detail shot or two to lengthen your post so people don't accidentally scroll by.

Please, please stop using the huge title font in art posts, I beg you.

And that's basically it. In the end you can of course post however you like - it should please you first and foremost after all. This is just meant as tips and tricks of someone who has reblogged and posted art for over a decade on this hellhole of a page now. Some things newer people might not be aware of.

#I have mostly seen these things in the acotar fandom haha #but not exclusively!#acotar #acotar fanart #fandom woes

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monsterswithimagines · 5 months ago

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Undisclosed Desires - Part 12

Joe Goldberg x female!Reader

Summary: Twenty minutes before he would have met Guinevere Beck, Joe meets you instead. You intruige him, but it will soon become clear that there is something off about you.

Words: 763

Masterlist

I think shit might just hit the fan soon.

Billy Corgan is a poet.

And I'll pull your crooked teeth

You'll be perfect just like me

You'll be a lover in my bed

And a gun to my head

We must never be apart

I've never heard a truer song. Especially those last two lines. We must never be apart, (Y/n), I see that very clearly.

You are rearranging the books on a bookshelf you wouldn't let me help you move. You're singing along to Ava Adore softly, nearly whispering. You're wearing the same top you wore the first time I saw you, and shorts that are almost slutty. You know what you're doing to me and you wiggle your little butt and you sing: “we must never be apart.”

I take a bite of the pizza I brought. It's cold now. You've only had one slice, because you're too busy to eat, but that's okay. I'll make sure you eat later.

The next song on the CD is Perfect. You don't sing along to this one, because it's not a love song. You turn to me and put your hands on your hips and say: “I'm exhausted.”

There is a cobweb in your hair. You need a shower.

“Come sit down and eat something.”

You drop down on the bed and cross your legs. Then, you grab a slice of pizza and take a large bite. You don't care that it's cold, and you don't care that it's way too spicy. You laughed when I asked if you had any milk (even though I know you do, on the top shelf of your mini fridge. It's pure cruelty that you refused to give me any).

“Thanks for this,” you say.

“No problem. You done for the day?”

It's ten pm and if you keep making noise, your neighbors might complain. You don't think about that, though. You look around and shrug, like maybe you'll go lug some more stuff around in a minute. You've already rearranged your entire apartment, which comes down to switching what side of the room your bed is on, but it also means you had to move all your bookcases around.

“Let me rephrase that,” I say. “You're done for the day.”

You giggle.

“Yessir.”

I like that too much, so I don't react to it.

You eat three more slices of pizza before you decide you've had enough. I want to pull you to me and kiss your greasy mouth, but you get up and go to your CD player and turn the music off, then replace the CD with another one.

Most people don't listen to CDs anymore, (Y/n). But you like to own things. It's why you don't have a Kindle and you don't go to the library, and it's why you listen to CDs instead of making a Spotify playlist like everyone else would. It's also, I think, why you only let me kiss you on the cheek when I came in. You were on the phone with your mom, talking loudly in Dutch, and you knew not getting to kiss you would just make me want you more.

“When I was a kid,” you tell me, “my mom and I would have these girls’ nights. We'd play Guitar Hero for hours, sometimes until the sun came up.”

“So that's where your music taste went wrong.”

“So,” you say.

You stick out your tongue at me. I don't recognize the music you're playing now, but it's a little sad and a little daring and a lot fuck me.

When you sit down again you're way closer to me than before.

“So,” I answer.

I lean back against your headboard and pretend this is normal. Because it is, or at least it will be.

“What's this band called?” I ask.

“Los Campesinos. They're pretty neat.”

And then we're finally kissing. Except kissing is not the right word: we are necking. I am sticking my tongue down your throat. And I can tell you haven't dated before, because you're not immediately great at kissing, but you catch on pretty quickly. You are eager to learn, to please me.

If I was a less patient man, I would press you into your mattress and have my way with you right now. But of course, I can't do that. Because I respect your boundaries. Because I don't want to push you. Because you've never had a boyfriend before.

I nudge you away, just slightly, and smile.

“So,” I say.

“So,” you answer. “You wanna watch a movie, or something?”

#joe goldberg #penn badgley #you netflix #joe goldberg imagine #joe goldberg x reader #imagine #joe goldberg x female!reader #joe goldberg x y/n #joe goldberg x you #x reader

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lerukawwws · 1 year ago

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Please give me recommendations of Missa's music this is becoming a hyperfixation and I am a poor poor english speaker

Also translations of what the songs are about would be amazing

(also I'm not terrible at spanish but what the heck is the song about the history of a cat and a sandwich about, is that a bit, is it a cultural meme I do not understand. It's goofy and it's really good tho)

Almost all his songs are about overcoming your insecurities and becoming a better person!

The ones that are in his Spotify are usually about these themes except well fantasma enamorado and la historia del gato y el sándwich, he has other songs in his YouTube that are raps! We have a Kirby one, Undertale, FNAF, Mario bros

Fun fact. Missa wanted to upload mainly music in the main channel hence the "sinfonia - symphony" but his other videos became more popular.

La historia del gato y el sándwich is indeed a joke song haha, the song goes telling the story of how a sandwich that was stolen by a cat

Fantasma enamorado is about a comic missa wrote a long ago and never uploaded, he says that the story is quite similar to hazbin hotel, the song tells you a story of this person entering the hotel

Aquí estoy is about overcoming challenges and being able to overcome your insecurities, and how even if the things go wrong you can still keep going and not to surrender

Privilegios is a song about his insecurities and anxiety that stops him, about if his deserves love and asks if he has the privilege to deserve this love, the song goes about how forgets about these and keeps going even if these thoughts keep coming

La moderna sociedad del odio, the song is exactly about the title is how now the modern society tends to hate on everything and talks how now people tends to criticize and hate everything without a thought, and how we need to ignore these and keep going ignoring the hate!!

Nuestros límites is about our limits, the song is about overcoming these limits that stops us from becoming better, and how we are our biggest limit and need to surpass.

El tiempo is one of the sad songs of missa - he believes this is the only sad song he has uploaded - the song is about suicide, talks about how hurts to lose someone and we have to keep going, this song was written inspired in a close friend of missa that committed suicide.

Now the songs in his videos are only in his videos or you can find some clips around YouTube, the one about camping is in one in his more recent videos about well camping, I recommend watching it even has a little amazing animation !

The song starts right in this moment https://youtu.be/Ymaw69ie33o?t=11m10s

#missa #missasinfonia #philza #qsmp missa #deathduo #qsmp #qsmp missasinfonia #now be careful in his Spotify bc he has some songs that are not even his???

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katysfavoritethings · 5 days ago

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The Waterboarding Department: The Anthology: Track 1- Fortnight (feat. Post Malone)

Welcome to the Track 1 of the track-by-track review of Taylor Swift’s “The Tortured Poets Department!” You may be wondering or perhaps even be concerned by my prominent use of the word “waterboarding” in these titles. Both reactions are valid. In addition to waterboarding being a method of torture, I felt that I, in a sense, tortured myself with this album.

I went on a sort of journey with this one. On launch day, I was really excited for TTPD. I listened through the first half and decided I would save The Anthology for later. I heard the first two songs and liked what I heard. I continued on, losing steam around track 11, “I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can).” I had been most looking forward to it for its title, and then forced myself to listen through to “Clara Bow.” According to my Spotify Wrapped, I proceeded to listen to the first 4 songs of this album more than anything else in 2024, but at the same time, I felt little joy from them. I began to turn away from this album in favor of blog-favorite “Brat” by Charli XCX.

A dear friend of mine told me that she felt The Anthology™ was reminiscent of “evermore,” another favorite of mine. I began again and could not make it past “thanK you aIMee,” due to continued fatigue with this album cycle. I don’t recall when I first heard “The Prophecy” but I was charmed by its melancholic tone and unique conceit. Once I was won over by that, I began to come around to the rest of the Anthology tracks. I, then, was very confused by exactly how mixed my opinions were on this album as a whole. What follows will be my most honest opinions about each and every song in this album cycle. Together, I pray we reach a conclusion about how I actually really and truly feel about “The Tortured Poets Department.” Amen. Gesundheit. Onward!

1. Fortnight (feat. Post Malone)

Fortnight is a mid-tempo neo-80s synth track featuring America's second-favorite tattooed white guy (with Pete Davidson being in first place.) I truly feel like Posty’s involvement was a wasted opportunity. We hear his trademark warble only a handful of times on this song, and it really bums me out. I love how much texture there is to his voice and on a decidedly sad number such as this, it really could have been another “exile feat. bon iver” moment.

Okay, so not enough Post Malone. What does that leave us with? A very lyrically involved song describing a fairly simple situation. “I love you; it's ruining my life,” Taylor sings as this song’s main thesis. A failed love affair that the speaker is not yet over, despite ostensibly years passing. Enough time has passed that the object of the speaker’s affections has a wife, and she, a husband. But, “for a fortnight there, we were forever,” which I feel is meant to set the precedent for the rest of the album: we were forever, until we weren't.

Across the space of the following tracks, she is down bad over the smallest man who ever lived, and here she lets us in after the fact. The love affair has ended and she's, by the sound of the music, passively dejected over it all. “My husband is cheating; I wanna kill him” she sings listlessly. I proffer that, from what we come to know later, the intensity of this relationship has burned her out. In this moment, she has no more tears to cry but only because she wept so profusely. She has a checked list of American Dreams, moving to Florida and the car she wants, but it's all for naught. “It won't start up till I touch you.”.

Melody-wise, I see what Taylor is going for. The tune wanders up and down again in small intervals, and with her vocal delivery, it's giving “I'm burned out from all this drama.” Unfortunately, I don't find it all that riveting as a song. I really appreciate the aforementioned neo-80s synths, but I am a melody girlie. I need more unexpected turns in the tune to keep me interested. I think it's more a matter of repetition that I know all the words to this song, rather than from me singing it again and again. It really feels as though the melody was second fiddle to the lyrics and production value. I find this song to sound very expensive, but without much flavor.

Over the course of this review series, I will be numerically rating the lyrics and music separately, which will give us a total song score. I'm also going to keep a running average of total song scores, which will ultimately get us our final score at the very end. For “Fortnight,” the scores are as follows:

Lyric Score: 3 / 5. Music score 2.5 / 5. Total Song Score: 2.75 / 5

Running album score: 2.75 / 5

Up next: Track 2- The Tortured Poets Department

#taylor swift #the tortured poets department #fortnight #post malone #the waterboarding department #review #album review #music review #track by track

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b0nes-mcgee · 1 year ago

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It’s time for music headcanons with the batfam, bc if I don’t get this out of my head and onto page, I’m going to implode.

Fave first, Dick is definitely a indie pop/indie rock kinda boy. Not just because I identify with that, but also bc he gives me those overly energetic, bubbly vibes, that I feel like only come from Grouplove, Vampire Weekend, and Adam Melchor. I also feel like he’s a Mitski and Boygenius kinda bitch, bc ough, boY, he has angst. Said angst can only be expressed through sad girl music, bc he will die before he ever expresses his feelings about anything to anyone.

NEXT we have Jason, I think he’s an emo ass boy, ngl, but specifically like folk punk. He listened to twin sized mattress one time, broke down crying, and hasn’t looked back. Also things like The Mountain Goats, PUP, or Modern Baseball. Ugh, I could make a whole ass playlist for this boy. If he’s with other ppl, I think he’d play something more mainstream of the emo genres, like Arctic Monkeys or The Strokes.

DAMIAN, I THINK, IS COMPLICATED. So, for one thing, he grew up in a weirdo environment, where they probably never listened to music, and if they did, it was “”tasteful”” music, for rich ppl. That, or it was culturally significant. So, I think I’m his exposure to music after moving in with Bruce, he started just absorbing absolutely all the music he could. Like, he’s an everything enjoyer. His spotify liked songs are a minefield, bc one second it’ll be playing Chet Baker, next it’s Viagra Boys, then some country shit, then Chopin, and then it’s Lil Nas X.

BABS, I think, would be a folk music/sad girl music enthusiast. She really likes Ryan Adams, Phoebe Bridgers, Hoizer, Mitski, etc. It’s something that she and Dick bonded over when they first started dating. I think with her, she appreciates the calm/slightly sad music bc she lives in a rlly crazy world, and she just wants to meditate a little when she’s sitting at that desk all day, trying to keep her family and friends alive.

Timmyyyyyy is a Kpop enjoyer. Sorry, I don’t make the rules. Specifically, he probably likes SEVENTEEN or ATEEZ a lot. He actively tries, every day of his life, to not stan any of the members, but it’s rlly hard when he’s had two hours of sleep in the past week, and Yoon was just really cute in that last interview. I also think he’s really into trap and pop. He knows all the lyrics to every recent song on the top 100 list.

Duke, I think is really into R&B. I think he’s amenable to pop/rock/rap, etc., but he really just wants something to belt out. Common occurrences are finding him in the kitchen, making an omelette, singing Amy Winehouse at the top of his lungs. If u catch him doing it tho, he gets rlly shy. His guilty pleasure is theatre music. He has to bribe his family to go see Little Shop of Horrors with him.

Stephanie has a 2000s-2010s pop addiction. Anything that makes her feel like Hannah Montana is her SHIT. She’s out here blasting Bubblegum Bitch and early Taylor Swift. You also can and will find her crying to sad One Direction songs. When she’s moody, she will unironically play My Chemical Romance. She understands pop punk a lil bit, but the lyrics tend to get male-manipulator-y, so she sticks with the bands she already knows.

Alfred likes 50s/60s jazz/pop. Frank Sinatra, Chet Baker, etc. It reminds him of home, and of his family. He also really likes old French music, like Joe Dassin. I’m ngl, I don’t know old music enough to add more to this one, but u get the idea 😭

BRUCE. Ugh. He’s definitely the kind of dad who never moved past the music of his childhood. He firmly believes that the Beatles is the best band of all time, and no one can convince him otherwise. I think he tends to gravitate towards the rock/goth end of 70s/80s music, so things like the Cure, New Order, maybe a lil bit of Siouxsie and the Banshees. His goth phase was INTENSE, Alfred can attest to this.

Edit: HOLY SHIT I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT CASS 😭😭😭

Ok, Cass is defo a similar situation to Damian, grew up with literally silence, so music is a super new thing to her. But I think she really enjoys all kinds of genres. I think that especially instrumentals get her, bc it’s just noises that she can focus on, no lyrics to distract her from the sound. I think she also likes to “sing” along to said instrumentals, but mostly it’s just making noises to the same beat and sound, but it’s very off-key.

#dc #dick grayson #jason todd #bruce wayne #tim drake #barbra gordon #stephanie brown #duke thomas #damian wayne #alfred pennyworth #batfamily #batfam #batfam headcanons #headcanon #music headcanons #batfam music headcanons #cassandra cain

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to ask for your hand (I just pray that its mine) | Chapter 3 excerpt

After clinching his third career win at the Vegas GP, Carlos wakes up to a wedding band on his finger and his teammate, Charles, wearing the exact match.

‼️WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD‼️

“No! I will set the music,” Carlos argued, keeping Charles at arm's length so he could scroll through Spotify, looking for the perfect song for their first dance as newlyweds. They were in his suite’s living room, just the two of them. Lando and Pierre already back in their own hotel rooms, shit-faced drunk.

“I think I will choose a better music, please.” Charles plead.

“Ah, so you think you have better taste than me.”

“I definitely have better taste than you. I play the piano.”

“And my theme song is Smooth Operator. The best song ever.”

Charles laughed. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

Carlos laughed along. “Yours does not make sense either.”

“Baby, come on, please. I want to pick our song.”

Carlos considered it for a moment. “Okay, but no sad music. I know you.”

“I’ll choose something nice, I promise.”

“And you won’t argue with me when I teach you how to dance,” Carlos added.

Charles nose scrunched ever so slightly. “You make it seem like I’m so bad at dancing.”

“You are. I can already feel you stepping on my toes. So, do you agree or no?”

“Okay. I won't argue.”

Carlos handed Charles the phone, a pleasant ache settling in Carlos’ chest as he watched Charles excitedly pick their song. After a moment of scrolling, the soft strums of guitar filled the room. Lover of Mine by John Vincent III, the screen showed.

“Okay, Professor Sainz, show me how to dance.” Charles stood stiff, hands on his sides like a soldier.

“Professor Sainz-Leclerc,” Carlos corrected, emphasising on Leclerc.

Charles giggled. “Oh, I’m sorry, Professor Sainz-Leclerc.”

“Corretto! Such a good student. Now, let’s see how you do. So, first, you go like this,” he took one of Charles’ hands and placed it on his shoulder, resting his own on Charles' hips. “Then, give me your other hand.” Their hands aligned, palms open. Their fingers interlaced with each other, fitting together as seamlessly like two pieces of a puzzle. Charles' hands were cold, just like the gold of his ring, glinting under the light. Carlos remembered the words etched underneath: Finchè no ci separi. ‘Till death do us part.

Carlos continued, “And then—watch my feet—you move like, ta, ta, ta, ta and ta, ta, ta, ta. Simple.” He moved his feet just like how Mama taught her.

“Ohhh, Easy! I got this,” Charles said, mimicking Carlos’ movement, focusing on his feet. It went well the first few steps before he managed to step on Carlos' toe. Charles’ head shot up, wide eyes, lips pursed and dimples out—guilty as a deer caught in the headlights. He burst into a fit of giggles—music to Carlos’ ears—his head instinctively falling on Carlos’ shoulder, making him stumble a little.

It would've made Carlos’ heart flutter if he wasn't trying to stomach the pain. “You got this, you say,” he chided.

“I’m sorry. I swear, I won’t do it again,” he promised, looking back at his feet to make another attempt.

“Uhuh, you say, but then you’ll step on my— Agh!” Charles stepped on his toes again, as predicted. “Now you’re just doing it on purpose.”

“No, I promise, I’m not. I thought I got this.” He was still giggling. “Show me again, please. I want to get it right.”

“You have to move together with me, just follow my steps.”

"Okay. Together," Charles repeated, shuffling his feet, trying to get it right. "So, we either move together or nothing.”

“That’s right. Together or nothing.”

Carlos showed him again. And again. And again. Until Charles stopped stepping on his toes, until he finally found the rhythm, until they were actually dancing, swaying slowly around the room. Just the two of them in each other's arms, hands intertwined, together in their own world.

Read the whole chapter here. Ask me questions!

#mine #fics #charles leclerc #16 #carlos sainz #55 #charlos #1655 #vegas gp #summer

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bts inspired by random 70s classic rock songs I like

bts x reader (ocs) genre: fluff; suggestive in jimin and jungkook’s word count: 4,858

a/n: Hi lovelies! I was listening to a few of my favorite 70s classic rock songs the other day and felt inspired to do some drabbles/blurbs based on them. So here we are! Something that no one asked for! Each one of these drabbles features or is inspired by a different 70s rock song. Some of them get a bit long bc I can’t shut up but anyways! I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading :))

Also! Here’s a spotify playlist with the seven songs featured in these drabbles: where the melody’s fine

seokjin x reader (oc) song: I Want You To Want Me, Cheap Trick word count: 500+

I want you to want me I need you to need me I'd love you to love me I'd shine up the old brown shoes, I'd put on a brand-new shirt I'd get home early from work if you say that you love me

He’s so pretty as he rests his head against the couch’s headrest, his face tilted toward you as you burn through topics. It’s as though you both don’t want to stop hearing each other’s thoughts pour out into the cozy living room. Music hums from your phone that’s discarded on the coffee table, lost in the midst of the affection shared for one another.

You’re sitting on your knees which are directed toward him, one arm slung over the back of the sofa, the other in your lap as you admire the man’s features. “I didn’t know you were such a classic rock fan,” he announces suddenly, lifting his hand to tap the outside of your thigh as he brings attention to the phone. You hum in response, smiling softly.

“It’s because I’m so mysterious,” you tease, watching as Jin flashes you a lazy grin. He knows of the label so commonly thrusted onto you by people who simply didn’t understand you. Mysterious. It followed you for years, making you feel lonely when all you wanted was to be wanted, needed, loved.

Tsking at you, Jin shakes his head. “I don’t think you’re so mysterious,” he smirks.

“No?” You ask, eyes widened and full of fondness.

“I see you,” he tells you simply.

Tilting your head to rest it against your arm, you smile at him. The grin is full of appreciation and adoration, your heart brimming so full with both emotions that you can feel them flow into your tummy, your limbs, your fingertips aching to touch him.

The upbeat pop sound of I Want You To Want Me by Cheap Trick plays throughout the room as Jin’s bright eyes stare at you. Unable to resist, you reach out to toy with the ends of his soft strands.

“This song used to make me sad,” you share, Jin’s eyebrows raising in question. He’s anticipating your explanation while your digits delve into the smooth tendrils.

“Come on,” he encourages as you gently scratch your nails against his roots, Seokjin’s eyelids briefly fluttering shut at the sensation. “Tell me.”

“I don’t know, it sounds happy but,” you shrug. “It’s in how he sings ‘crying’,” you explain. “Didn’t I see you crying?” you repeat the lyrics. You watch as Seokjin’s eyebrows pull together just slightly in thought, his lips forming into a natural pout. “There’s a desperation.”

He gives a slow nod as a sincere emotional response etches its way into his features. You focus on the curve of Jin’s jaw below his ear as it clenches and relaxes throughout the song, your finger following the pulse and dragging down to his neck before traveling back and forth on his jaw. The touch is light but his throat bobs in response to it.

“I don’t want you to be lonely ever again,” he whispers, as you shift your hand to cradle the side of his face. Jin leans into the touch, placing his palm overtop yours to keep you there. Turning his head slightly, he kisses the inside of your wrist. “Ever,” he adds for good measure.

“I’m not anymore,” you tell him before crawling toward him to settle yourself against his body.

yoongi x reader (oc) song: The Man In Me, Bob Dylan word count: 700+

But, oh, what a wonderful feeling Just to know that you are near Sets my heart a-reeling From my toes up to my ears

Yoongi taps his pointer finger against the bottom of the steering wheel as a rough voice singing a melody of “la, la, la’s” plays through the car speakers. He leans forward to look up through the windshield at your apartment complex, wondering if you’re ever coming down.

It was very much like you to be running just a few minutes late, which you blame on your habit of confusing the time you need to be somewhere with the time you should leave the house. ‘You should set your clocks fifteen minutes ahead,’ Yoongi has suggested before, earning a ‘I’d just remind myself that they’re fifteen minutes ahead and then since I’m bad at math I would end up being extra late because I wouldn’t be able to figure out what time it really is,’ in return. Yoongi smiles to himself in the cab of his car, amused by the memory.

Just as he re-accepts his fate in which you’re late for the rest of your lives and settles back into his seat with a huff, he begins registering the lyrics that Bob Dylan croons out to him. ‘The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein' seen, but that’s just because he doesn’t want to turn into some machine. Took a woman like you to get through to the man in me.’

He doesn’t realize it, but he’s smiling at the car’s touch screen as his mind sifts through thoughts of you like a film reel. In a montage, you’re screaming because of a spider, then you’re crying as you read a book, you’re initiating a pillow fight, you’re watering your dying irises with a pout and a hope that they’ll recover, you’re brushing your hands through his hair while he rests his head in your lap, and then you’re asleep on his studio couch, your face squished adorably against the cushions. It’s all so beautiful, he thinks.

He’s mentally thanking you for every memory, for being the person to get through to him, for getting under his skin and never letting up as he stares at the sepia album cover displayed on the dash screen. You pull his focus when he catches you walking through the doors of your apartment building, already waving at him as you wear a bright smile. Yoongi waves back, chuckling at how you begin skipping toward him.

Then you stop and spin a couple times, stretching your arms out at your sides and directing your face toward the moonlit sky. The light breeze picks up a strand of your hair, sending it across your cheeks, and Yoongi can’t help but notice how pretty you are when you reach for it and tuck it behind your ear. Your tote bag that rests over your forearm smacks against your thigh as you begin jogging toward the car, still beaming happily.

The door of Yoongi’s car is ungracefully torn open, your bag dropping to the floor. “It’s so nice out tonight,” you announce before stepping inside, appreciating the nighttime air. Yoongi watches as you do so, giving you your time to be you. “Sorry I’m late,” you then apologize as you plop into your seat, leaning over the console to kiss the man, not a second of time with each other wasted. Yoongi is slow to react but you wait for his lips to press into yours before you pull away and grab your seatbelt. He simply shakes his head as he stares at you for a moment, his expression dripping in that honey boy affection you love and love to tease him for. “What?” You ask as you find him frozen instead of pulling out onto the street. “Uh oh, you’re extra in love tonight.”

Shaking his head with a scoff, he slowly turns his focus toward driving to avoid meeting your eyes. Before pulling out onto the street, however, he quietly lifts his finger to the car’s touch screen and replays the song. “Ooh, Bob Dylan,” you notice his small action, calling attention to it.

“I’m gonna learn this song on the guitar,” he decides, glancing over at you as you study him. When your lips curve into a fond grin, he knows you know that the comment is a veiled dedication. He wants you to hear this song, to know it’s for you. You know him too well.

“I can’t wait to hear it,” you simply say as you reach your hand out to turn the song up. Instead of returning your hand to your lap, you extend it over the console to find his, Yoongi easily allowing you to intertwine your fingers with his own.

hoseok x reader (oc) song: Right Down The Line, Gerry Rafferty word count: 500+

I know how much I lean on you Only you can see The changes that I've been through Have left a mark on me You've been as constant as a Northern Star The brightest light that shines It's been you, woman Right down the line

Hoseok enters the art studio, his eyes easily landing on you from across the room as a smooth 70s classic rock song fills his ears. You’re oblivious to his presence and he takes the moment to watch you as you pull your hands up the bulbous form, lifting the clay between your fingers. The singer of the song sings about a woman being a constant in his life, ‘the brightest light that shines, it’s been you, woman, right down the line.’

The lyrics hit him in the chest, deepening the appreciation he already feels for you. You didn’t plan to see each other tonight but after his stressful day, he just wanted to hear your voice. You sensed the edge in his tone over the phone and asked him to come see you in the art studio under the veil of missing him, taking the guilt of crashing your plans off his shoulders before it could even settle.

As he watches you create, he wonders if you realize how much you mean to him. You’re so alluring, you always have been. He nearly laughs at how you’ve always been completely irresistible to him, the man making a fool of himself time and time again as he tried to earn a chance with you from the first night you met. But it’s more than that. You’ve acted as a pillar of support and devotion in his life and he’s unsure he’ll ever be able to show you just how much he appreciates you. Do you even know how much you do for him?

Like a gravitational pull, he can’t keep himself from stepping closer to you, allowing you to catch him in the corner of your eye. Looking over the freshly thrown pot, you greet him with a soft smile. “Hi, Sunshine,” your voice soothes out to him as you sit up straight in your seat.

You need to feel it, he decides. You need to feel how much he loves you, how desperately he wants you, how sincerely he appreciates you. Hoseok chooses not to respond with words, instead making his way across the room quickly and not stopping until he stands right beside you, getting as close to you as he can without stomping right over the wet clay.

You look up at him with wide eyes, surprise written in your expression as he grabs your face between his hands and bends to plant his lips to yours in a needy, sentimental kiss. He smiles at the whimper you let out, and then the giggle that tumbles from your mouth to his.

“Hoseok,” you whine into the meeting, holding your hands out to your sides to avoid getting clay on him. He pulls back just enough to look at your face.

“Hi,” he smiles, eliciting an eye roll from you.

“I’m defenseless,” you playfully complain, nodding to your clay-covered hands as he still cradles your face.

“I thought you missed me,” he retorts teasingly, flashing his stunning smile while the song still plays, the guitar soothing throughout the space.

Smirking at him, you wrap your messy hands over his bare wrists, the man smiling gleefully in amusement. “I did,” you whisper, leaning forward and kissing him again.

namjoon x reader (oc) song: (Love Me Like Music) I’ll Be Your Song, Heart word count: 600+

When you get free come on home to me I’m gonna lay it down

Ain't it good to know you've got a place to go Where the melody's fine Sometimes I'm not so strong And even now I could be wrong But if you love me like music I'll be your song

When Namjoon steps into the kitchen, you’re holding a bottle of whiskey in one hand and two glasses by the rims in the other. You flash him an apologetic frown and Namjoon lets out a single breathy chuckle. Lifting his arm, you see the bag of takeout he’s carrying, and you feel the tension in your muscles melt.

You were both angry when you left the apartment that morning, in the midst of a fight you didn’t have time to finish. Now, after the hellish day you had, the fight felt so silly and pointless. All day you thought of him, your place to go, your person to love. You could start the day anew in his arms, and that’s all you wanted to do now.

You crack a smile at his gesture of goodwill as you place the glasses onto the counter top. “Long day?” You ask, popping the lid off the bottle. Namjoon reciprocates your affection with a small upturn of his own lips.

Giving you a single nod, he steps toward you, placing the bag onto the island and staring at you intently. “You too?”

In lieu of answering, you allow your eyes to look up and down his frame as your shoulders slump in defeat. He’s so broad, so strong, so comforting as he stands in front of you. You inhale deeply and let it out in a disappointed huff, the man reading the action for exactly what it is: regret for the morning’s events, for the anger, the fight that no longer matters because he’s standing right there and you just want him.

Namjoon reaches for your hip, tugging you into him as he takes a step forward to meet you halfway. Your arms wrap around his waist in an instant as he envelops your shoulders with his muscular ones. “I’m sorry,” you whisper into his chest, Namjoon’s hands rubbing up and down the outsides of your arms.

“I know, I’m sorry too,” he tells you. “My day is already better now that I’m here.”

“Mine too,” you mumble into his chest, the scent of his cologne embracing you. The beat of his heart is lulling you into a relaxed state, a pretty melody just for you. There’s a special love that Namjoon dedicates to you, and it’s full of grace and forgiveness, understanding and interest. It’s similar to the loyalty and devotion he has for music. He treats you like music, something to take care of, figure out, love and understand. He’s never given up on you, always offering you a home to settle into. You aren’t sure he knows what a gift it is to receive his easy forgiveness, but you hope he does.

You feel content this close to him, and he knows it. He feels it in the way your body lightens in his arms. Namjoon chuckles into your hair, his hands gripping your biceps as he pulls away from you to shoot you a small dimpled grin.

“Don’t get sleepy on me, we have whiskey to drink,” he teases you as you squeeze the sides of his abdomen adoringly.

Letting out a quick exhale, you shake out the tiredness and flash a beam at him. “And takeout,” you nod to the bags of food. Turning to the counter, you grab the bottle to pour you and your lover a much needed drink.

Namjoon leaves an arm slung over your shoulders as he watches the alcohol fill the glasses. Pressing his lips to your temple, you find yourself leaning into the touch as he lingers for just a moment.

“I love you,” he whispers earnestly against your skin. “Through it all.”

jimin x reader (oc) song: Beast Of Burden, The Rolling Stones word count: 700+

I'll never be your beast of burden So let's go home and draw the curtains Music on the radio Come on, baby, make sweet love to me

You’ve been careful. But Jimin has been afraid. While you’ve been conscientious, allowing the pace of your reunion to follow Jimin’s lead, Jimin has been holding back. You’ve felt it in the way he hesitates before wrapping his arms around your frame. The way he stops himself from kissing you, unsure of whether it’s ok to do that now. After he hurt you. After he did you, himself, and your relationship wrong.

You feel it now in the kitchen, the same one you shared your first kiss in, as he stands beside you but a few feet out of reach. He’s propping himself up with his elbows against the island, and though his body is tilted toward you, he’s keeping himself closed off. He’s tentative to love you the way you know he wants to, and your waist is aching from the lack of his touch.

“We should go on a date tomorrow,” he tests, wading out into the waters, scared of how far he can step before it’s too far.

“That sounds great,” you nod, noting the relief that floods his features as he raises his eyebrows.

“Really?” The question, a plea for reassurance, catches you off guard. Of course you should go on a date, and you wonder how long your presence will act as a reminder to the mistake he made. The breakup was his doing, but you chose to forgive, to leave it in the past. You don’t want it following him around every time he looks at you. You refuse to be his beast of burden, reminding him of a single memory of regret when there were so many other memories of more importance, full of love and friendship and absolute devotion.

Jimin glances at your arms that are crossed over your ribcage and you realize he’s looking for an in but can’t find it, your demeanor pushing him away. He doesn’t know you’re waiting for him to lead the way. He can’t feel the heaviness in your heart that begs to be cradled by him in the way he used to: uninhibited with undying sincerity, every emotion bared on his shoulder for you to witness and hold.

“Jimin,” you sigh, lowering your arms to your sides, opening up, inviting him in. “Of course it sounds great.” You can read the eagerness in his face as you travel the few steps to him, crossing the divide until you close the space between you both. Jimin stands up straight, his hands hesitating to reach out to you, so you do it for him. “I miss you,” you tell him as you brush his cheek with your knuckles.

He exhales in response to your touch, his eyelids fluttering slightly. “I-I’m right here,” he replies quietly.

“Are you?”

Jimin’s eyes bounce around your features almost frantically, searching for an appropriate reply.

“Don’t you miss me?” You ask, lowering your voice suddenly to give it a sultry appearance. Lifting your hand, you push his feathery fringe off his forehead, only for it to fall back in place when you remove your hand to settle it on his chest.

“Yes,” he whispers, the feeling of his hand pressing into your hip following the single-word.

“We’ve made our amends, Chim. We’ve talked it out, we’re here together. You don’t have to be so scared or hesitant,” you say, letting him know it’s ok to love you.

“This is ok?” He asks as his hand shifts to your back, right on the curve of your ass. You know he’s not simply asking about the placement of his palm. He needs to know you want him. In every way you did before.

And you need to let him know you do want him. That you can handle it. The touch of your lips to his is gentle, slow-burning, but it’s enough to let him know it is very much ok.

“I love you so much,” he mumbles into the kiss that’s becoming heated quickly. Looping your arm around his neck and pulling yourself closer to him, he squeezes at the flesh of your ass before pushing you against the kitchen island.

“I know you do,” you mutter breathlessly against his lips. “Love you so much, too,” you manage to mumble out. As your heart races in pure bliss, you recall just how good it feels to be loved by him.

taehyung x reader (oc) song: You’re My Best Friend, Queen word count: 600+

Oh, you're the first one When things turn out bad You know I'll never be lonely You're my only one And I love the things I really love the things that you do Oh, you're my best friend

Taehyung eyes the mojito in your hand as you grab the microphone from one of his friends with a newfound and borderline aggressive confidence that makes him chuckle to himself. You’re no stranger to karaoke, but usually you’re accompanied by your closest friends who you’ve known since you were eighteen. Without the liquid courage he knows you would not be quite this willing to perform a song solo in front of his Wooga Squad pals, and he finds himself thanking the minty lime rum drink. He loves nothing more than seeing you uninhibited.

There’s a glow hovering around you like a halo when you meet his gaze and point in his direction with a smirk. “This one,” you speak into the microphone as the electric guitar riff intro of You’re My Best Friend by Queen starts playing, “is for my Dearest.” You flash an adorable smile at the man and he thinks he’ll melt from the gooey soft feeling that flows from his chest to the ends of his limbs.

Contrary to the adoration he feels inside, he’s seated coolly with his leg folded over the other, his ankle hooked over his knee as he sits back in his seat. He almost looks like he’s waiting to be impressed, but the smile he wears is fond as you sing the first line of the song.

He watches in fascination as you shimmy and sway and twirl as you sing the song dedicated to him and only him. His friends are chuckling in amusement as they clap and woo at you, but Taehyung hardly registers it. He’s too immersed in you, in his memories with you, in the mutual way you make each other feel. There has always been an air of quirkiness that surrounds the man, making him difficult to understand for many, but you’ve always made him feel like he belongs just as he is. It’s been you for the past several years who has shown him the grace of being understood, without erasing his uniqueness. You find him fascinating, intriguing, but still seen.

Since eighteen, you have been the person he’s run to, with the good and the bad. The lyrics of the song refer to its muse as “my sunshine” but Taehyung specifically thinks of you like a sunrise. Radiant, bright, warm, beautiful whether anyone is looking or not, but people do look. They can’t help but pause and watch even if for a moment or a quick glance. A sunrise is consistent, dependable, loyal, always there, always rising. It symbolizes a fresh day, new opportunities, endless possibilities, shining a light on it all.

Some day, he’ll tell you you’re a sunrise. You’ll be confused at first, but you’ll understand. You always do.

Perhaps that’s the result of finding romance in friendship, allowing the two to blend into an all encompassing union. All these years since meeting you, Taehyung realizes nothing has changed between you and him. Yes, he kisses you now, without hesitation, and he’s stripped your body bare more times than he can count, but it’s still just you two. Dearest and Peaches.

As you sing, “you’re the first one when things turn out bad,” you approach him, making Taehyung sit up and lean in, resting his elbows on his knees. He’s keen for your next move. He always is. Standing in front of him, you sway your hips back and forth, and he can’t resist reaching out to feel the sides of your thighs under his palms. “You know I’ll never be lonely, you’re my only one and I love the things,” you continue singing to him, Taehyung looking up at you with wide pretty eyes, youthful in their anticipation. “I really love the things that you do,” you sing as Taehyung flashes his boxy smile and wraps his arms around the backs of your legs, tugging you on top of him and causing you to squeal into the microphone until abandoning the song altogether when he kisses you. It’s the perk of being best friends and lovers, after all.

jungkook x reader (oc) song: Let’s Do Our Thing Together, Chuck Berry word count: 600+

Now, let's do our thing together Go out and have a balling time You know I dig you doing your thing And I'll turn you on when I do mine I'm not a blue-blood or a scholar Just a hard-working boy And after five long days My body needs a little joy

There’s something so magical about the way Jungkook moves. It’s no wonder he can command an entire stadium of people. He’s charismatic, sharp, smooth, powerful, and all those technical terms dancers use that you weren’t keen to.

All you know is you can watch him dance all night. He’s been freestyling for the past several minutes, staring at his reflection in the mirror as he self critiques, probably much more than necessary. You try to capture his vibe and movement with your pencil against the sketchbook pages, hoping to capture just a touch of the gold that envelops him.

As the song comes to an end, another immediately replacing it, he slows his movements and spins coolly until he’s facing you. “How’s it going?” He asks, glancing at the sketchbook in your lap.

“You move too much,” you smirk teasingly, watching adoringly as his mouth spreads into a cute boyish grin. Reaching for the towel to the side of you, you toss it at him. The cloth hits him in the chest where he clutches it as he makes his way towards you.

“I’m so sorry to inconvenience you,” he feigns an apology, shaking out his hair as he wipes at the sweat gathered on his neck.

“An apology is a start,” you break into a smile, the man now hovering over you. Flipping the sketchbook around for him to see the series of drawings, scribbles of forms leading into different positions, your attempt at following him along in his footwork and movements.

“God, you’re crazy good,” he awes, crouching down to get a better look. His eyes follow along the etchings carefully, observing every marking as though it was all important.

“Oh shush, you’re the one doing the damn thing out there,” you nod at the now empty dance floor. Jungkook smiles shyly, your heart clenching in response to the expression. “Aren’t you tired?” You ask him. It’s well past one in the morning, which isn’t so much a late night for him, but he has been dancing for the better portion of the day.

“Nah,” he scrunches his face in negation, which you see through easily.

“Right,” you smile knowingly. “Well then sit with me to keep me company, not because you’re literally exhausted.”

Giggling at you and his own antics, Jungkook swings his body over to your left and drops onto his butt less than gracefully. “Hi,” he greets you quietly, leaning in to place a gentle kiss to your temple.

“Hey, baby,” you smile at him.

“This really is so cool. I kind of want it,” he nods at the drawing.

“You can have it,” you assure him. “I just like watching you dance.”

“Am I your muse?” he beams, staring down at the drawing still. It’s amazing how fascinated he could be with a simple sketch, but you know it’s not just the sketch. It’s the fact that it came from your hands, your mind, your heart.

“Something like that,” you tell him, skirting around complimenting him just to tease him.

He giggles, nodding exaggeratedly. “I’m happy to serve as inspiration,” he tells you, looking up at you. “I’m gonna frame that.”

Smiling at him, you shake your head in feigned judgment and slight genuine disbelief. Leaning towards you, he nudges your cheek with his nose. “You’re so hot when you do your thing.”

Rolling your eyes, you poke him in the abdomen with your elbow. “You are too,” you assure him. “But I know you’re tired so maybe we should go home.”

Shooting you a defiant pout, you sigh through an amused grin. “If you take me home you can show me what else those hips can do,” you tempt him.

And just like that, Jungkook rises to his feet and reaches a hand out to help you up.

“Home it is,” he grins victoriously. He can be so easy.

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it’s been a while back so i’m w more song analysis!! this is too long i’m warning u now. in fact this might not even be readable im so sorry it’s just. so much rambling 😭

when memories snow (more mitski mm also i got tickets for her tour and i will not shut up ab it!!! she’s so cool!!!!!!!) is incredibly tim coded. the very sinister chords at the chorus, really makes you *feel* him spiralling - and the LYRICS ugh very ‘i’m trying to ignore/suppress my memories but they keep coming back against my will’ slash ‘bottling up all my feelings and forging on with my work. pretending they don’t exist’

hate yourself by tv girl is very nina x kate (in the sense of kate watching nina destroy herself for a man who does not even like her) ough. ‘i think you’d fall in love with anyone who fell in love with you / and they frequently do’ BC KATE DID!! kate fell in love with her!! also ‘i’ll just wait til those arms belong to me’ is so subtly manipulative which is very. yeah. kate’s definitely not perfect and i wouldn’t put her above being like that if she really wanted to. + the deceptively happy instrumental with vaguely dark lyrics = nina being overly outgoing and social to make up for the fact that her mental state is in absolute shambles (poor bby)

the wolf by siamés is both tim and brian but i think leans more brian (what is it with this man that makes me think of ‘walking music’. ykwim? the chain, the wolf, house of the rising sun all remind me of him. all very slow-threatening-determined-walk songs) once again, driving beat, heavy bassline. (i play bass guitar so i love a song w an interesting bass part) i think shows resilience as well as grounding - imo he’s always been one of the more mature / level-headed creeps, to the point he’s very self aware. this man knows exactly what he’s doing at all times. ‘somewhere far away i can hear your call’ even in the future when he thinks he’s escaped from slender he knows deep down he’ll never be truly free…. yes ok

keep myself alive by get scared for jane. she’s so angry - AS SHE SHOULD BE and i feel it’s just a audible version of her rage. ‘i just wanna leave this place behind / everytime i see your face in mine’ because her and jeff have the same burned face thing going on…….. ough. she can never escape from the man who ruined her life. the guitar shifting from this melancholy, reverb-y tone in the verses to the loud distortion in the chorus reflecting her mood shifting from self-pity to raw anger

bonus: class of 2013 by mitski x toby

i should rlly make a playlist for each creep but i use musi not spotify 💔

- 🌙 anon

sorry for making u read all of this ❤️

anon. oh my god. i need you to know how often i think about this ask. and how guilty i feel knowing i shouldve responded forever ago but kept putting it off. im going to respond now with shame. thank you so much for your patience. my god

when memories snow for tim is soooo real. i associate him with a longing for life before slendy, while also repressing it cuz it hurts knowing itll never ever come back. going to bars, hanging out in his friends apartments, going to class, late night driving... "I shovel all those memories, clear the path to drive to the store" i think even the imagery of him shoveling snow out of a driveway gives off that sort of strong, cold idea of him. and 'drive to the store' obv being...proxy work... SO SAD

ALSO FUCK NINAKATE MENTION IM IN TEARS ok listen. theyre both really bad. and i super agree that kate might be a bit deceptive and manipulative (intentionally or not) cuz she wants nina to completely remove jeff and take his place (NOT HIS ROLE, just his place in ninas arms). also "how long will it take before you start to hate yourself and go straight to the arms of someone else" i think its undeniable that ninas obsession with romance is related to her own self image, and kate doesnt really like herself that much either. "im not saying that you love me, im not saying anything" OHH BUT SHE WANTS NINA SOOO BAD... man.

also im absolutely in love with how you take the sound itself into account, not just lyrics. the way you explain the wolf connecting to brians determination, reslience, and grounding presense is SOOO PERFECT and i can see it in the first few lyrics as well. the also "sneaking in the pain, every truth becomes lie / i wont trust myself once i hear your call" THATS TIM AND BRIAN COME ON GUYS DO YOU HEAR THIS

also i love keep myself alive. i heavily agree she has every right to be angry, and thats a core part of her character - rage, grief, strength. "to sleep i of course think i'm stronger now / to sleep i gotta catch myself" im crying. the sleep menton + she feels alone. she has a support system, a literal wife, but she still holds all of her grief on her own shoulders. who the fuck else can relate to being violently stalked for months, walking in on your parents being tortured together, being attacked, nearly burnt alive, then LOSING your parents? also "how could this dark cloud make me stronger now" i think a lot of people would have told her that her experience made her a survivor and made her strong and whatnot. but i dont think she feels that way. i think she feels like a victim, she feels tortured, she feels like that same little girl who'd sleep in her parents bed after a nightmare - but this isnt a nightmare she can wake up from. her parents bed burnt to ashes. there is relief in just letting yourself grieve and hurt - but she's so beyond focused on being strong. and it doesnt make sense to her. doesnt make sense how she can be strong after all of that . but she is, cuz she has to be

ALSO YES OH MY FUCKING GOD CLASS OF 2013 DFUCK FUCKFUCKF FIFJF FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKK i dont even need to explain why this gets me. yall already know. my god

#asks #anaon im so sorry again #you always bring me beautiful things #thank you #long post

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