#that & i'm runnin on raw emotions so..

[legacyshenanigans]

Rowan if he'd turned MC into one of his kind🐺🤍

A few days after.

Rowan: How ya feelin' ?

MC: Weird. Like I'm having to adapt to these new feelings inside me. To learn my body all over again, if that makes sense?

Rowan: I guess I can understand, I was born into though, heh. We'll go on the hunt tonight.

MC: The hunt? Why? What if I don't wanna hunt?

Rowan: Oh! I mean, ya don't gotta hunt, I guess. I suppose that's just somethin I personally like to do. But we'll definitely have to go and run the woods, we'll go together, maybe I can chase ya around? *chuckles as he puts his hand on hers*

MC: *smiles* Is that something I'll have to do? And why?

Rowan: You'll start gettin' emotional and feral build up. If ya don't find a way to burn it off, it'll consume ya. Make ya angry, make ya unstable, ya know?

MC: Is that why you often just go out and spend hours in the woods?

Rowan: Yeah. I have to, otherwise I'll go fuckin crazy. It's healthy to spend time in ya werewolf form. Connect with nature, get out there in the woods and stuff. You'll get used to it.

MC: Will I have to eat raw meat?

Rowan: Heh, no, not really, that's just somethin I like to indulge in, because I did it for SO long I'm kinda addicted to it. I personally find that it helps keep me grounded. But all werewolves are different. Especially "cursed" beings..Because they know what it is to be human. And like ya said, they need to learn to adapt. You'll find ya 'thing' that helps, I'm sure. As I said, spendin' time in your werewolf form and being in nature, runnin' around, will help burn off some of the edge.

~

[deke-rivers-1957]

Walter Bi-lick AKA Kid Galahot

Walter gets off the back of a truck and looks around for a business needing new employees. After a half hour he walks into a a lodge.

"Morning. Ah'm lookin for work."

Mr. Zimmerman sits up in his chair.

"Alright you can work with training my tiger in the ring for 5 bucks. Joey can use a good sparring partner."

Walter's eyes widen.

"Tiger? What if Ah get bit?!"

Mr. Zimmerman squints at Walter.

"Bit?"

"Yeah, you know, like - CHOMP! The tiger bites mah arm off."

Mr. Zimmerman has a fit of confusion.

"What the? Joey ain’t a literal tiger! What do ya think I mean?"

"Well, ya know you coulda meant a tiger like the wild animals. Ya know, big, has claws, eats raw meat, chases antelope."

"Yeah like we really got wild animals runnin loose everywhere."

"Ya never can tell 'cose animals do get out of zoos sometimes. And circuses they got them all the time, you know, elephants and tigers and all that kinda stuff."

Mr. Zimmerman groans as he face palms.

"Just get in the ring! Lew start stringing him up."

Lew gets in the ring and starts lacing up Walter's boxing gloves.

"Hey hey hey, Lew, let's stop a minute. Let's let Joey know. Ya know, tell Joey the name and Ah'm supposed to be the sparring partner."

Lew sighs as he turns to a guy at the other end of the ring with a punching bag.

"Hey Joey, ya got Walter here as your sparring partner."

Joey nods as he walks over to Walter. Walter's lips part slightly as he eyes up Joey.

"Alright boy, you're up."

Lew slaps on Walter's helmet and gets on the outside of the ring.

"When yer ready, Howie."

Mr. Zimmerman pulls out his stopwatch.

"And begin!"

Joey immediately punches Walter. Everyone watches in shock as Walter completely fails to block his face. No one can believe it and Lew is just facepalming.

"Hey Walter in case ya wanna block once in a while, it ain’t against the rules."

The fight continues and Joey continues to punch Walter in the face. A group of boxers mutter to each other.

"How’s he handlin all those blows? He should’ve been knocked out by now."

Eventually Joey starts to slow down. Suddenly, Walter punches Joey so hard that he falls against the ropes and then the floor unconscious. Mr. Zimmerman gets in the ring as everyone is in complete shock.

"Joey! Joey! Joey, please. We can't afford to get knocked out by this zombie. Joey! Joey, can't you hear me?"

Joey doesn't reply and Walter starts to feel bad. Lew comes up to him.

"Go on inside. Willy’ll get you yer money."

"Ok."

Walter goes back inside and heads to a changing room. Willy comes inside with the money.

"Here's yer 5 bucks. Ya know I’m thinking of signing you on to be my own fighter."

"Ya are?"

"Right hook like that ya can’t lose. Give it the night to think about it."

Willy leaves the room as Walter starts to change back into his uniform.

Time Skip

Walter sits outside with his back to the door near the other boxers but not officially sitting in their group. Joey comes outside and Walter turns to see him. There's an indescribable energy between the two. Walter can't help but stare at Joey. As much as he's nervous that Joey would lash out at him, there's another emotion bubbling up inside.

"Whew. What'd you hit me with? A bomb?"

The tension breaks as Walter giggles.

"Aw it weren't nothin. Jus worked out that way."

The other boxers call out for Joey to join them.

"C'mon Walter. Sing with us, c'mon."

Walter smiles at being invited to join the group. They all sing together until it starts to get late.

"Awright fellas Ah'm goin to bed."

"Ok. Night Walter."

Walter waves as he heads upstairs to his room. He starts to get undressed and goes to bed. As he starts to dream, he just can't can't get Joey out of his mind.

Time Skip

On the day Joey leaves for a flight to Boston, Willy's sister Rose arrives from the Bronx. In between practice bouts, Walter took up the task of fixing an old Model T. At some point in the day, he walks inside the lodge and sees Rose.

"Uh... hi."

"Hello."

"Um, mah name's Walter."

"I'm Rose Grogan."

Even though Walter has seen quite a few women in life, there's just something about Rose that catches his eye. In fact, the whole world around her seems to turn into a fuzzy glow.

"Do you work here?"

"Well yeah. Ah'm a boxer. Ah mean Ah'm a boxer but Ah really wanna be a mechanic. In fact, Ah'm workin on -"

Walter starts to babble until Mr. Zimmerman shouts from outside.

"Galahad! Hey Galahad get out here!"

Walter flinches.

"Who's Galahad?"

"Uh that's me. Ah gotta go."

"Oh. I guess I'll see you later then, Walter."

Walter walks backwards as he's still distracted by Rose's beauty.

"Yeah. Yeah."

He bumps into the support beam and giggles from embarrassment before walking out the door.

Time Skip

The months pass as Walter writes many letters to Joey while also getting close with Rose. Now that the Model T is fully painted, he can't wait to take her to the 4th of July picnic.

"Uh.. Rose?"

"Yes Walter?"

"Do you... Do you wanna ride in mah car to the picnic?"

She smiles at him.

"I'd like that."

He carefully helps her down from the carriage and leads her to his car.

"What did you say in your letter to Joey this time?"

Walter blushes as he drives.

"That Ah've been missing him. Ah mean Ah like the other guys an all but Joey helped me feel welcome here. He was like their leader ya know so Ah don't think Ah woulda ever been accepted if it weren't for 'em."

Since Walter was paying attention to the road, he never noticed Rose having a knowing smile on her face. Eventually, they make it to the picnic grounds. As expected, there's singing, dancing and food. While Walter and Rose did have fun at the picnic, they start to drift down their own path after a few hours.

"Ya see this? Mr. Prohosko's gonna be givin me this whole shop once he retires. Tha's why Ah gotta have the money from this fight aginst Sugar Boy."

"So no more fights?"

"No more fights. Won't be any need for it. Well..."

Walter starts to babble again and drops a bolt.

"Ah dropped the bolt, 'cuse me."

He kneels to try to find it as Rose helps him.

"What kind of bolt was it, Walter?"

"Quarter inch."

"How big was it?"

She knows this will get Walter to babble again. Which he does only there's a moment of chemistry between them. They can feel each other being drawn closer.

"Walter."

They kiss and it feels very natural. After about a minute they pull away.

"I think I'll be the only one to call you Kid Galahot."

Walter giggles despite the nagging feeling that he isn't telling the truth.

"Yeah. The only one."

Time Skip

It's a week before the Sugar Boy fight. Joey finally returns from Boston and Walter feels strangely elated to see him. The two continued to spar on two sides of the camp. Until one day, Lew noticed that Walter was feeling strangely hopped up.

"Hey Joey, straighten Walter out here."

Joey looks at Walter in surprise. He moves closer and grabs Walter by the shoulders.

"You gotta come with me Walter. Can’t be having Rose see ya like this."

"She won't like it?"

"No. Got a hungry look in your eyes."

"Ya mean like a tiger?"

"Yeah now come on. Gotta calm ya down."

Joey leads Walter to a quiet bedroom. Walter seems to instinctively sit down on the bed.

"How do ya feel, Walter?"

Walter giggles goofily.

"Like Ah could move a mountain."

Joey nods his head like he expected this.

"Certainly got a lotta testosterone in your system."

"Yeah? How do we fix that? Ya think it'd be a good idea to bring in Rose for a little, ya know, "talkin"?"

Joey walks over and sits down next to Walter on the bed.

"Nah. You gotta learn what a lotta boxers do to unwind."

"What do they do?"

"It’s an inside secret that we men help each other out."

Walter slowly gets closer.

"Ya mean like, help each other... uh, let off steam?"

"Yeah. Women would just get hurt if you go at it after a match."

"But ya think that'd help me out?"

"Better than being a race car stuck in neutral."

Walter tries to contemplate this idea. Somehow it's not that bad of an idea.

"Ya sure Rose ain't ever gonna know?"

"Rose knows the business. This isn’t anything new for her."

"So she'll be okay with it?"

Joey claps his shoulder.

"All that’d matter is that yer safe."

Walter looks up at Joey. Just like the first time they met his lips part slightly. Walter can only nod as Joey starts to chuckle.

"I’ve been seeing ya giving me that look since day one."

"Ya have?"

"Ever since you clocked me with that right hook of yours."

Walter blushes. Despite not fully understanding it, he seems to know exactly what Joey means.

"Ya figured it out that quick?"

"Seeing you look at Rose told me yer a terrible poker player."

"Ah guess that's true."

There's an awkward silence. Walter starts to feel calm but deep down he wants to go through with this.

"Well... can we get this over with?"

"Yeah. Might as well."

Joey gets on top of Walter. It's a good thing everyone else is outside or downstairs. Walter would've been completely embarrassed if anyone had heard the loudest bed creaking ever. Not that he ever would've known himself. He got so caught up in the sensations that he doesn't even realize the noises he's making.

"Wow. They oughta call ya Kid Galahot."

Walter's panting while he's lying on the bed feeling completely limp.

"Hmmm."

Walter can barely keep his eyes open as he's experiencing the afterglow.

"See why ya don't wanna be doing this with Rose?"

"Mhmm."

Joey chuckles.

"I'll let ya take a nap then."

He tries to get out of bed but Walter weakly grabs his hand.

"Stay."

Joey's heart melts. For a grown man Walter can really look like a little kid at times. So Joey lays back down next to him.

"Ok. But only for a little while."

Walter moves a little closer to Joey and immediately falls asleep. While no one else will ever know what really happened that day, everyone in that camp knows that Walter will always have that twinkle in his eye every time he sees Joey. They will always have something special.

AN: Shout out to the discord besties for requesting this. It really was an inside joke we shared that Walter and Joey's relationship seemed to be something more than a friendship. I just couldn't help it.

Tagging: @arrolyn1114, @thedaisymaisy, @karel-in-wonderland, @moonchild-daniella, and @xanatenshi.

[moon3verland]

Farewell My love

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳Lee Heeseung x Reader GENRE! Pure Angst〘WC: 567〙 『 ↳✧･ﾟ Warnings ; Major Character Death ↳˳;; ❝ ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱʜᴇʟꜰᵕ̈೫˚∗ ･: *:･ﾟ★ MOON 💭This one-shot is inspired by Mr Loverman-Ricky Montgomery

The hospital room was quiet, broken only by the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor. Heeseung sat still by (Name)'s bedside, his fingers intertwined with hers, his gaze never leaving her pale face. The car crash had snatched away their future, leaving behind shattered dreams and a heart-wrenching farewell that neither of them had been prepared for.

"(Name)," Heeseung whispered, his voice cracking with sorrow as he leaned closer to her fragile form. Her eyelids fluttered open weakly, and a faint smile graced her lips, though her eyes reflected the pain she endured. More Under Cut

But you're cracking up, You're cracking up

"Heeseung..." (Name)'s voice was barely a whisper, yet it quivered with a depth of love that transcended words. "I'm sorry... I have to leave you."

"Don't say that," Heeseung pleaded, his heart cracking with each passing second. "Please, don't leave me. I can't live without you."

(Name)'s hand trembled in his grasp as she mustered all her remaining strength. "Our time together... it was a gift," she murmured, her voice barely audible amidst the hum of medical equipment. "Remember our love, Heeseung. It will always be a part of you."

The ways that you say my name, Have me runnin' on and on

Tears streamed down Heeseung's cheeks as he pressed his forehead against hers, his pain consuming him. "I love you, (Name)," he choked out, his voice thick with emotion. "You're my everything."

The heart monitor beeped steadily, a fragile lifeline that seemed to stretch out the inevitable. But then, as if echoing Heeseung's agony, the rhythm faltered. The beeps became erratic, each one a painful reminder of the fragility of life. Heeseung's grip on (Name)'s hand tightened instinctively, his heart constricting with fear.

"No, (Name), please," he pleaded desperately, his voice raw with grief. "Stay with me."

I've shattered now, I'm spilling out

(Name)'s gaze locked with his, a silent farewell etched in her eyes. The heart monitor's steady beeps slowed, faltered, and then, with a final, gentle beep, fell silent.

Heeseung's world shattered at that moment. He clung to (Name's) lifeless hand as sobs wracked his body, his grief overflowing in waves of anguish. He had lost her — his love, his everything. The reality of her absence settled in like a heavy stone, crushing him with its unbearable weight.

I'm reeling in my brain again

Hours passed in the quiet of the hospital room, the only sound of Heeseung's quiet murmurs of love and regret to (Names)'s still form. He knew he had to let her go, to begin the painful journey of living without her. But in that moment, all he could do was hold her hand and mourn the life they had lost together.

As dawn broke outside the hospital window, Heeseung finally rose from (Name)'s bedside. He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering in a final goodbye. With a heavy heart, he turned away, carrying the weight of her absence with him.

Oh, what am I supposed to do without you?

"Farewell, my love," Heeseung whispered into the stillness of the room, his voice filled with a love that would endure beyond the boundaries of time and space.

And so, with the memory of (Name)'s love etched into his soul, Heeseung stepped into a world forever changed by her absence, yet forever illuminated by the love they had shared.

I'm Mr. Loverman

And I miss my lover

© ★ Moon , 2024— all rights reserved to me. Please do not copy or steal my work in any way. 

[theameba1436]

Thank you for the tag @vestigialpersonality <3 This is Wesley, I don't really do much with him anymore since I'm no longer writing things for MHA. Here is a little about him. He is human, but his quirk is snake fang, (When he bites a victim his venom will make them feel anything he does, this could be his emotions, pain extra.) He is 32 years old; he enjoys his own space and is a hero that is undercover within the villain hideout.

His scars are not right BTW he would be covered in scars all over his body and has a scar over his left eye and three scars that run over his chin and lips. So, this was the best I could do.

1) An event that defines your character's past

Abe Parker - it is what it is You're walking on the water that I'm drowning in Thought I heard a whisper, was it just the wind again Or the trail of blood I'm following? (Following, following, following) mm-hm And if I'm the one to blame I guess all that I could say This is the best song I can find for Wesley's past. This song is mostly just the feeling of his past since he mostly just wished to die.

3) How others view them

Cage The Elephant - Cold Cold Cold

Doctor, look into my eyes I've been breathing air, but there's no sign of life Doctor, the problem's in my chest My heart feels cold as ice, but it's anybody's guess

Doctor, can you help me 'cause I don't feel right? Better make it fast before I change my mind Doctor, can you help me 'cause I don't feel right? Better make it fast before I change my mind This song isn't really a good fit for this question. But - it was the best on my playlist for how people see Wesley. Mostly it is here because of the lines saying that he is cold inside. Like he has no feelings.

4) Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic)

Skin and bones David Kushner

I fantasize to feel you like a bullet And all your layers to the fullest But the heavens won't condone it, mm You deceivin', wayward woman You're a false prophet at the pulpit The condition of your soul is erodin'

Wrap me in your skin and bones, yeah, you're electrical Oh, I'm gonna lose control, yeah, as you pull me close Wrap me in your skin and bones, yeah, you're electrical Oh, I'm gonna lose control

As your flatter talk shivers down my spine I hear the Holy One exposin' all the lies Lord, forgive me, I know my flesh needs to die She has the lips red as cherry wine A poisonous kiss, she's part of the swine My salvation won't be sacrificed

I picked this song for Wesley's relationship. His relationship with Dabi would be that of obsession and it would be toxic since Wesley is a hero and Dabi is a villain, and their ways of thinking don't match most of the time. That is until they do.

5) A major fight scene

disturbed - the vengeful one

As I survey the chaos, taking in the lack of raw humanity It's as if the entire world's fallen in love with their insanity Hear the innocent voices scream As their tormentors laugh through all of it No forgiveness for all I've seen A degradation I cannot forget

So sleep soundly in your beds tonight For judgement falls upon you at first light

I picked this song because in the end Wesley gives up being a hero and turns to the side of the villains.

6) End credits song

(Ooh) there's darkness in the distance I'm begging for forgiveness (Ooh) but I know I might resist it, oh

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time You and I drink the poison from the same vine Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time Hidin' all of our sins from the daylight From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

I picked this song for the ending because if I did write a full story with Wesley the ending would be rather sad, and he would most likely regret the choices he picked, and I get that feeling from this song.

Well, that is all for Wesley I plan on doing Vorn next and When I do I will re-post this post with his as well. Thank you for the tag again @vestigialpersonality this was really fun and also hard for me lol

6 Songs - Garrett

I was tagged a few days ago by @dandelion-bride for the 6 Song Ask Game.

So meet Garrett, a human(?) sorlock. I don't typically write about him directly, he's more of a figure who haunts my Durge's past and present. I typically associate him with folkpunk. He'd hate my choices and be mad that I didn't pick out Wagner or Debussy.

Picrew here

I've also done these for The Inevitable Pre-Tadpole (Keres) and Post Tadpole (Rune).

Tagging @vialae @theameba1436 @picathartidae @pantsbutfancy @magmethius and anyone else who is interested

1) An event that defines your character's past

Haunting by The Pogues

For weeks and weeks after, with nerves a disaster Nowhere near that road would I go And from dusk through the night, I would shake with the fright Of the tree that had haunted me so

Flamerule 1477. The lyrics themselves aren't directly correlated to the events themselves, its more about the way that it's written like someone telling a story in a bar about a single terrifying moment that irrevocably changed them as a person. The exact same events when viewed from another perspective would be encapsulated by Mitternacht by E Nomine and is a fic I'm slowly writing.

2) How your character sees themselves

Wonderlust King by Gogol Bordello

I traveled the world Looking for understanding Of the times that we live in Hunting and gathering first-hand information Challenging definitions of sin

Always moving, never staying in one place. Question everything. Find the answers to lost questions. Another apt one would be Michael Martin Murphy's version of Streets of Laredo, if you view him as both the dying cowboy and the man listening to the cowboy's story.

3) How others view them

Selfish Man by Flogging Molly

Walk around me, not before me I'll pretend not to ignore you But I'll compromise if I realize You can do something for me

Admittedly, he probably views himself this way too. He's very self aware.

4) Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic)

Fairytail of New York by The Pogues

Anyone familiar with this song: "Ooooooh. 😐"

Garrett is married, but estranged is putting it politely. Posting a lyrics version of the song instead of just a snippet because the transformation of sentiments is why I picked a Christmas song to define his marriage. The lyrics take a drastic shift at 2:14.

5) A major fight scene I'm choosing to interpret this as his personal boss fight music.

Rose Tattoo by The Dropkick Murphys

A ship that always stays the course An anchor for my every choice A rose that shines down from above I signed and sealed these words in blood

I'm taking a more ominous interpretation of the lyrics. Instead of reminders about treasured memories, when in relation to Garrett it's more of a threat that he will not forget and he will not forgive.

6) End credits song

The Hand You Reach Out Is Empty (As Is Mine) by Ramshackle Glory

We're egalitarians with empty hands Is it justice to split up the dust? We are damned and we'll never earn trust And so we'll betray everything that we can

This was the first song I added to his playlist. Everything about this song encapsulates him perfectly.

[lotsadeer]

ship meme susie and kaede

big spoon/little spoon: Susie likes being the little spoon and Kaede teases her about it but in a loving way

favorite non-sexual activity: Botanical garden walks

who uses all the hot water: Kaede definitely

most trivial thing they fight over: "Kaede please stop eating all of the meat we have in the house raw..." "YOU get to eat it raw!" "Not by choice!"

who does most of the cleaning: Susie, she anxiety cleans

what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue: I think that they have three Netflix profiles. One for each of them and the third one is for both of them. Kaede enjoys fucking up the suggested algorithm on the shared profile.

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Kaede, with thinly veiled threats.

who steals the blankets: Kaede, but that's because Susie lets her. Susie runs Very Warm and usually kicks the blankets off anyway.

who leaves their stuff around: I think both of them in their own ways. Kaede is very fastidious but tends to leave objects she was in the middle of using in random places and forgetting she left them there. Susie leaves half finished bottled drinks and snacks on tables and counters.

who remembers to buy the milk: Susie

who remembers anniversaries: They're both terrible at it so Susie makes sure that whenever they get a new calendar, important dates are put in it immediately

Who cooks normally? I think both of them! Susie likes comfort foods and Kaede likes fancy foods, so they trade off and share what they like. I don't think Kaede is very fond of soup beans and corn bread though.

How often do they fight? They don't exactly fight so much as Kaede can be passive aggressive and Susie has really bad anxiety and so they have to make sure they communicate honestly with each other when they're upset or Susie just sort of word vomits all her emotions and it puts Kaede on the spot.

What do they do when they’re away from each other? Susie runs a flower shop, so she's usually doing that. Or gardening. Kaede likes to cause problems on purpose.

Nicknames for each other? You're gonna have to remind me what Kaede's nickname for Susie, and I cannot mcfucking remember Susie's nickname for Kaede but because I was digging through our roleplay server I found the one Post Malone song from Into The Spiderverse so its Sunflower now.

Who is more likely to pay for dinner? Susie! She likes buying Kaede food. Kaede likes being bought food. It works out.

Who steals the covers at night? Didn't I already answer this and say Kaede

What would they get each other for gifts? Kaede gets Susie white chocolate because she's not allergic to it and Susie gets Kaede catnip tea a lot.

Who kissed who first? Points at Kaede. She kissed Susie first.

Who made the first move? POINTS AGAIN AT KAEDE.

Who remembers things? Kaede, mostly. Sometimes. When she feels like it.

Who started the relationship? Fuck me runnin I cannot remember who asked who but I think it was Kaede? I'M NOT IN THE SERVER THAT HAS THOSE RP LOGS ANYMORE

Who cusses more? Uuuh probably Susie.

What would they do if the other was hurt? go absolutely fucking feral.

[storiesonmydoor]

Fine Line: A Lookback on Lyrics. Part 2

Lights Up

The song that welcomed us all into the new era. Lights Up feels like someone took paints and brushes and they wanted to paint a small canvas but they ended up painting the sky. It's just that impactful.

It very clearly ponders on the questions of identity and its importance and meaning, and being unabashedly who you are, no matter what anyone says.

We see Lights Up as not only the opening track to the era but also as Harry's way of saying: I am going to be nothing but honest about myself.

Themes of an identity crisis ring throughout the song as the line from the chorus, "Do you know who you are?" echoes through empty hearts and halls, asking the very pertinent question of, "Are you honest to yourself? Even if the world does not, do YOU know who you are?"

Lights up and they know who you are

Know who you are

Do you know who you are?

These questions are so loud that we forget that the answer to them was given to us before the questions even existed. We know our selves, but we get so wrapped up in the questions that we lose track of us

All the lights couldn't put out the dark

Runnin' through my heart

On first glance, Lights Up is that person who will ask you deep questions to mess with your brain. But, in reality, it is the exact opposite, they will ask you these questions, because they want to show you who you are, they want you to figure out who you are, because what life is a life spent in the unknown darkness? Being afraid of all the things in the world and yourself? Because all Lights Up sees is a glorious person, lost in the dark, and it breaks their heart and they cannot stand to bear it.

Cherry

Bitter sweet & petty. That's what this song is. Okay I'm going down a bit of translation rabbit hole, so bear with me. Cherry, in french is pronounced the same way you would pronounce chéri, which in English, translates to Dear. Now, usually chéri is paired up with mon, which can be written as Mon chéri. Which translates to "My dear" in English. To name a song about heartbreak and missing your partner, as "My dear" — to cleverly hide it all in plain sight is just a stroke of absolute genius.

Cherry, at it's best, acknowledges that the other person is doing well and fine, and it's worse, which is the very next line, acknowledging that they are selfish

I, I confess I can tell that you are at your best

I'm selfish so I'm hating it

At it's best, it knows the value of impact that their partner has had on their life, knows the impressions the partner has left — the good parts — and is happy for their presence. Giving me the idea of, "I am sad it ended, but I am still happy us happened"

I noticed that there's a piece of you in how I dress

Take it as a compliment

At it's worst, the song is hurting to see their partner move on and do the same things they used to do with a new person.

Don't you call him baby

We're not talking lately

Don't you call him what you used to call me

Cherry is, as I said earlier, a bittersweet heartbreak song — where you know it's over but you cannot move past it. It's you drowning in hurt and jealousy and happiness and relief at the same time. Cherry is staying up till 4 am, because you are too anxious to sleep, because you are trying too hard not to check their tweets, or Instagram stories, but constantly thinking, "Do they miss me? Are they thinking of me?" It's tired eyes, and messy hair and seven shots of expresso at 8 am the next day and still have their memories playing on loop at the back of your brain. Cherry is petty because they are hurting, because they cannot believe that this, too, ended.

Falling

The song I fell in love with. A simple piano ballad that will send shivers down your spine. That alters your reality somehow. You come out the other side a changed person once you listen to it. The vocals are plain and raw and brimming with emotions — the song digs deep on one of my deepest insecurities. "What if I am someone I don't want around?"

It starts as a lovesick story, the lyrics set the stage, and our protagonist is alone. And it ends with them almost drowning, heavy breathing, glad to be alive but barely.

You said you care

And you missed me too

And I'm well aware I write too many songs about you

And the coffee's out

At the Beachwood Cafe

And it kills me 'cause I know we've run out of things we can say

Running out of things to talk about, is possibly, the most heartbreaking thing that might happen to anyone. You don't run out of things to talk about, discomfort and distance finds its way in — at first it's just a slit under the door but before you know it, distance is the reason you cannot breathe, cannot talk, cannot be yourself around a person. It strangles you, and has a chokehold on your heart.

Falling is the person who is actually terrified of love, but they are swimming in it anyway. They know they will suffer through love and enjoy the good parts, but the break up and the aftermath will ruin them. I genuinely feel bad for people who are like Falling — is it a curse or a blessing to feel so much, to come out of beautiful experience with such a heavy heart that you even regret going through it? Somedays I wish I could share their burden. I wish I could fall to be terrified of love, but alas I cannot

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verzisphere replied to your post: Do you feel like drawing a picture of me and my...

damn, one of THOSE, hm? :P

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Why do people do this? :/

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Props to you for calling them on it, but jeez that’s so shoddy I can’t even OTL

Yeeeahh. And I really don’t care for the whole callout bs tumblr likes to run on to publically shame people, but it’s just really, really shitty for when suddenly being paid with compliments and such, an artist’s immediate thought is conditioned to be “Yeah okay whaddaya want.”