#that’s literally the first part of the musical

[theoracleofwessex]

What I’m not understanding here, I suppose, is the American understanding of ethnicity in SJM’s world.

Some people seem to think Tamlin is Germanic or Dutch….even though he is based off Tam Lin from Scottish mythology. He plays the fiddle, again very coded, fiddles are heavily associated with Northern English, Scottish and Irish folk music.

They celebrate Calanmai in the Spring court…which is Welsh…and Calanmai is written in the Welsh language…so very Welsh.

Roses have a very important meaning in British history, especially red and white ones, considering we had a civil war called the Wars of the Roses. The House of Lancaster was represented by a red roses, House of York White and House of Tudor combined the two roses. Also an attractive English woman is called an ‘English Rose’ see Princess Diana’s funeral song where she is called ‘England’s Rose’. I find this bit funny to be honest, since Tamlin never calls Feyre the Spring Court’s rose but he says he loves her “thorns and all.”Roses are important symbolism in the Spring court as well seeing as how Feyre has a panic attack at seeing red roses/the first book is literally A Court of Thorns and Roses. Tamlin’s parents have a rose garden and Feyre rips a rose out and cuts herself on the thorns (personally I think this could be symbolic that she was never supposed to be part of his family). In fact, she chucks the rose into a bush and Tamlin picks it up to put it behind her ear.

Roses become a theme of Feyre’s rejection of Tamlin, funnily and sadly enough. He brings her a bouquet of white roses from his parent’s garden and she dismisses them.

Tamlin’s beast form looks like a lion…the national animal of Britain.

I fail to understand how you can think Tamlin is not Scottish/British from the text after looking at all of that.

[blueberry3241]

★彡 Nct dream reaction you just confessed to them

↷ Pairing : nct dream x reader ↷ Genre : Fluff, Romance, Slice of Life, Humor ↷ word count : 2,000 words

Disclaimer : This is an original work of fiction. All characters, settings, and story elements are my own creation. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Please do not reproduce, distribute, or adapt this work without my explicit permission.

↝Mark

You had been holding onto your feelings for Mark for so long, and today, you finally decided to let them out. It wasn’t a grand confession, just the two of you sitting on a bench in the park, sipping iced coffee, when you blurted out, “Mark, I like you. Like, like like you.”

He choked on his drink, coughing as his eyes widened. “Wait… what?” He turned to face you fully, eyes scanning your face as if to confirm he wasn’t hearing things.

You sighed, your heart pounding. “I’ve liked you for a while now. I just— I thought you should know.”

Mark ran a hand through his hair, letting out a nervous chuckle. “Wow… okay. That’s… I mean— I wasn’t expecting this, at all.” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at the ground before meeting your eyes again.

There was a long pause before he grinned, that signature Mark Lee smile that made your heart race. “You’re serious? Like, really?”

You nodded, biting your lip.

A deep breath later, Mark exhaled a laugh. “That’s crazy… because I was literally just thinking about confessing to you.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait, what?”

He laughed again, shaking his head. “I thought I had more time to prepare something cooler than this, but… yeah. I like you too.” He reached out, hesitating before gently grabbing your hand. “Guess we’re really in this together now, huh?”

↝Renjun

Renjun was sketching at his desk when you decided to confess. His room smelled like paint and coffee, the soft hum of music playing in the background. You sat beside him, nervously picking at your sleeves.

“Renjun,” you started, voice quieter than usual.

“Hm?” He didn’t look up, too focused on the details of his drawing.

“I like you.”

His pencil stopped mid-stroke. Silence filled the room.

Slowly, he turned his head toward you, his face a mix of confusion and shock. “What?”

You swallowed. “I like you. A lot. I just… I couldn’t keep it in anymore.”

Renjun blinked at you, his lips parting slightly. He looked down at his sketchbook as if searching for answers in his own art. Then, with a small, nervous laugh, he finally met your gaze again.

“I— I don’t know what to say,” he admitted, rubbing his temple. His ears were red, and you could tell he was struggling to process everything. “You seriously like me?”

“Yes, Renjun,” you assured him, smiling a little at his flustered reaction. “I do.”

He covered his face with his hands, mumbling something under his breath before peeking at you through his fingers. “You’re gonna have to give me a minute. My heart wasn’t ready for this.”

You giggled, and after a deep breath, he put his hands down and gave you a small, shy smile. “You really just said that out of nowhere… But, um, yeah. I like you too. A lot.”

↝Jeno

You and Jeno had always been close, but you never knew how to bring up your feelings. It wasn’t until the two of you were playing video games at his dorm that you finally decided to confess.

During a break, you sighed, putting your controller down. “Jeno, I need to tell you something.”

He turned to you, raising an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

You took a deep breath. “I like you. More than a friend.”

For a moment, Jeno just stared at you, blinking as if processing your words. Then, to your surprise, he smirked. “Took you long enough.”

Your jaw dropped. “Wait—what?”

Jeno chuckled, leaning back against the couch. “I had a feeling, but I wanted to see when you’d finally say it.”

You groaned, throwing a pillow at him, which he easily caught. “And you didn’t think to say anything first?”

He shrugged, looking at you with soft eyes. “I was waiting for you.” Then, after a beat, he reached over, ruffling your hair before letting his fingers linger against your cheek. “For the record, I like you too.”

Your face heated up at the way he was looking at you, his expression gentle yet teasing.

“So… does this mean I finally get to take you on a date?” he asked, smirking again.

You rolled your eyes, but your heart was soaring. “Yeah, Jeno. It does.”

↝Haechan

You and Haechan were alone at the practice room, waiting for the others. He was messing with his phone while you paced nervously before blurting out, “I like you, Haechan.”

He looked up instantly, his eyes wide with surprise. For the first time, he was speechless.

Then, slowly, a mischievous grin spread across his face. “Wait, say that again?”

You groaned. “I like you. Don’t make me say it twice.”

He leaned back, smirking. “Wow. I always knew I was irresistible.”

You rolled your eyes. “Forget it, I take it back.”

Haechan quickly sat up, grabbing your wrist before you could walk away. His usual playful look softened as he said, “Hey, hey. I’m just messing with you.”

You sighed, crossing your arms. “Then stop teasing.”

He chuckled before looking at you seriously. “I like you too, you know. Have for a while.”

You blinked. “Wait, seriously?”

He nodded, a genuine smile playing on his lips. “Yeah. I just didn’t think you’d ever say it first.” Then, tilting his head playfully, he added, “Does this mean I can call you mine now?”

Your face turned bright red as he laughed.

↝Jaemin

Jaemin and you were watching a movie at his place, sharing a blanket. The warm atmosphere gave you the courage to finally confess.

“Jaemin,” you whispered.

He hummed, turning his head slightly toward you. “Yeah?”

You took a deep breath. “I really like you.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything, simply staring at you. Then, a slow, bright smile took over his face. “You do?”

You nodded, feeling nervous.

Jaemin’s eyes softened as he reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “That makes me really happy. Because I like you too.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “You do?”

He laughed, his dimples showing. “Of course, silly. How could I not?”

Without hesitation, he intertwined his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand gently. “So, how does dinner tomorrow sound? I want to do this right.”

You smiled, feeling warmth spread through your chest. “I’d love that.”

↝Chenle

You and Chenle were in the middle of one of your usual playful arguments when you suddenly blurted out, “I like you.”

He froze mid-sentence, blinking. “What?”

You sighed, a little embarrassed. “I like you, okay?”

For a moment, he just stared. Then, suddenly, he burst out laughing.

You pouted. “Why are you laughing?!”

He shook his head, grinning. “Because I was just about to say the same thing.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait, what?”

Chenle smirked. “Great minds think alike, huh?” Then, grinning wider, he added, “So, since we like each other, does this mean I get to make fun of you even more now?”

You groaned, but your heart was fluttering.

↝Jisung

When you confessed to Jisung, his entire face turned bright red.

“You… you like me?” he stuttered, eyes wide.

You nodded, feeling shy yourself.

Jisung covered his face, mumbling, “Oh my God, what do I do?”

You giggled. “Maybe say something?”

He peeked at you before shyly smiling. “I, um… I like you too.”

Your heart soared as you laughed. “Really?”

He nodded, scratching the back of his head. “Yeah… but now I have to figure out how to ask you out.”

You grinned. “Take your time.”

He smiled, cheeks still red. “I will.”

[hyunjincanraptoo]

Happy Hyunjin's day!

@pixie-felix this one is for you 🫶

This is somehow an epilogue/ spin off (call it what you want) of this prompt in celebration of our cute dumpling's bday. I love him sm, I hope you guys enjoy it.

Word count: 1k

Warnings: blowjob, food playing and sub! hyunjin (I guess, not sure tho. Lemme know if you all disagree)

Alexa, play Birthday by Katy Perry

The apartment was quiet now, soft music playing in the background, leftover balloons swaying gently in the air. You were both curled on the couch, tangled in the aftermath of laughter, food, and a slightly chaotic but heartfelt celebration.

Hyunjin was sipping from his red cup, legs over yours, the soft glow from the lights painting him golden. You leaned back, a wicked smile on your lips, “Can you believe my last year's birthday ended with me licking frost off Felix’s cock?”. He choked on his drink. You laughed at his reaction, “I’m just saying my birthday was wild”.

Hyunjin wiped his mouth, setting the cup down, “Don’t remind me” “Why not?” you teased. “You were right there. In fact, you were literally…” “I know where I was”, he said quickly, cheeks flushing a soft pink, “It’s just… it wasn’t even his birthday, you know?”.

You raised a brow, catching the tone in his voice. “Wait… are you pouting?” “No” “You totally are” You grinned, poking his cheek. “Are you seriously jealous of Felix?”. Hyunjin crossed his arms, jaw tense, eyes narrowed, “All I’m saying is… if anyone deserved cake on their cock, it was me. I mean, I was inside you, making your eyes roll back in pleasure, and you were over there licking frosting off him like he’s the main event”. You burst into laughter, “Hyunjin”. He looked away, “Whatever” “You’re being ridiculous, bro”. I’m also birthday boy”, he mumbled, arms crossed.

That made you pause. Your lips curled into a smirk slowly, “Yeah… you are”. His head tilted slightly at the tone in your voice. You stood up from the couch, walking over to the dessert table, scooping up the leftover whipped cream with two fingers. You turned back, catching the flicker of curiosity in his eyes, “Lie back”, you said softly. He blinked. “Wait, seriously?” “I’m making it up to you, birthday boy”.

He hesitated only a second before settling back against the cushions, eyes fixed on you now, chest rising a little faster. You walked over, climbed into his lap slowly, straddling him with a wicked glint in your eye. You brought your fingers to his lips, “Take it”. He obeyed, wrapping his lips around your fingers, his eyes never leaving yours. His tongue swirled warm and slow, sucking the whipped cream off your fingers obscenely— deliciously.

Something inside of him twisted when you pronounced the words, “Good boy”. Then, you slipped off his lap and reached for the cream again, dipping your fingers into it slowly and letting it drip right on the tip of his cock, watching his breath hitch as the cool sensation hit him, “Fucking hell”, he whispered.

“Happy birthday”, you murmured, sinking lower between his thighs. Your tongue glided out slowly, licking that first stripe of cream from the head of his member, slow and deliberate. He cursed again, hand gripping your hair loosely as you took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue, tasting him under the sweet, sticky flavor. “Shit, Yn…”, his voice broke slightly, hips bucking beneath you.

You licked him clean, inch by inch, savoring every second of his reactions— the way his chest was rising and falling heavily, the way his abs flexed under your touch, the way he stared at you like you were the only thing that existed.

Your tongue dragged slowly along his shaft, following the vein there, tasting the lingering mix of cream and him. You pressed a kiss to the flushed tip before parting your lips around it, just barely, teasing him with the warmth of your mouth. He groaned low in his throat, fingers the cushions, "Fuck…"

You smirked, lips still wrapped around his head, and let your tongue swirl again— slow, purposeful, circling him while your eyes flicked up to meet his. Then, you took him deeper, inch by inch, your lips gliding over his length, hollowing your cheeks as you sank down on him. His head fell back, a sharp breath escaping him, muscles tensing beneath your palms as you gripped his thighs to steady yourself. "God… your mouth…" ,he gasped, “You feel so fucking good”.

You hummed in response, letting the vibration travel through his member, spit mixing with slick sounds that filled the room. Each time you pulled back, you dragged your tongue along his shaft, slow and wet, before sinking back down again. His hips twitched instinctively, trying to fuck deeper into your throat, but you held him steady, controlling the pace, teasing him with every movement of your tongue, every gentle suck.

"Baby, please”, he groaned, eyes wild now, hand finally reaching to tangle in your hair, "You're driving me insane”. You let him guide your head just slightly, letting him set a new pace— faster, needier. Until you felt his cock pulsing against your tongue, the low curse that slipped from his lips, the warning in his voice as he gasped, “I’m gonna come… fuck… don’t stop…”

You didn’t. Instead, you took him deeper, letting your tongue press flat under the tip as he came hard in your mouth, hips bucking with each pulse, moaning your name like a broken record. You stayed there, letting him fall apart in your mouth completely.

And when it was over, when his body finally stilled and his grip on your hair loosened, you slowly pulled off him, licking your lips, swallowing every drop. You looked up at him with a satisfied little smirk.

“Better?” you teased, wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb. He looked wrecked already, breath shallow, eyes half closed. “Fuck yes”, he muttered, cupping your face and pulling you in for a messy kiss. You giggled against his mouth, “Think Felix’s birthday’s coming soon, no?”.

He narrowed his eyes, then grinned, “Oh, baby. You are never licking frosting off anyone else ever again”. You smirked, “If I knew it meant that much to you, I would’ve saved it all for you. From now on, I’ll make sure it’s just us”.

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[atomicradiogirl]

my commentary of notable scores from the pacific soundtrack that literally nobody asked for but i don’t care

honor (main theme) - absolute cinema. THE STRINGS HELLO???? my favorite part is the key change at 1:32 ARGHHHH. WHEN THE TRUMPTS COME IN!!!! epic. that slow fade out always gives me chills.

with the old breed (end title) - major points for the name. best book ever. i stay for the end credits just cause of this theme. THE ORCHESTRA COMING IN AT 2:16 chills. THE TRUMPET!!!! also obsessed with the organ? i think at the end.

private first class robert leckie - DO NOT TALK TO ME ABOUT THIS THEME. it’s fucking beautiful. the sad strings!!!! OUGHHHH. poor sad weckie. he’s so damaged. i love that ringing they include sort of like as his sanity is at its lowest. :(

fallen friend - NOOOO LOOSIER THEME AAAAGGGHGDHSSGDHDJSB. this shit makes me so fucking emo. they way they incorporate leckie’s theme here as he’s seeing hoosier injured. nobody fucking speak to me. bill?… bill?…

we’ve gone respectable - UGHHHH LENA AND JOHN :((((( so beautiful and bittersweet.

memories of home - this genuinely made me cry once. gene’s theme AAAAUGHHHH *bleeds and cries* the way they reprise this in homecoming. i will talk about that later. nobody speak to me.

landing peleilu - YES my favorite score of this entire soundtrack. it’s so underrated genuinely. ok ok here i go. i’m obsessed with the urgency with the strings and the drums kick in as bombs or maybe your rapid heartbeat? chills. you get this adrenaline rush which is sooo effective cause you’re going along with gene in this moment and he’s in shock and terrified.

where do we go from here? - RUCKIE THEME. duck smoking gif. oh ruckie we’re really in it now. no but really this score is beautiful. it’s simultaneously hopeful and bittersweet. “let’s go home, cobber.”

sledge’s humanity - this is so uniquely gene. almost church-like with the organ and strings. he’s losing his faith like leckie and they try to weave in leckie’s theme at the very beginning ARGH. then the organ fades out and it’s hollow strings and a harp. so good.

war is hell - well yeah. god the way this fades directly into homecoming is soooooooo.

homecoming - idk if it’s the music or the scene that makes me cry every time. probably the music if we’re honest. if it hasn’t started by 3:36 that’s when the tears begin. i’m half in tears relistening to this UGHHHH. gene coming home makes me so emotional every time. :( <3

k done being emo bye

[babykittenteach]

A couple extra notes about the theft post, and then I kinda hope to be done making any posts. I swear this is not a drama blog. I'm Todd in the Shadows taking a break from music videos to well actually James Someton and then hopefully never doing it again. Cut for length, no reblogs because I'm not trying to get anywhere with this except explaining some thoughts.

No one's really brought this up in reply to me, but just to be clear in case anything sounds like claiming ownership over ideas: being inspired by other people is normal and good. You are supposed to be, I would argue. Particularly, when we're in fandom and these are all transformative works. When I've made a piece of art, if it was inspired by someone else, I am going to be mentioning them. I ask authors if they don't mind art, I tag people who inspired things and link to their posts, etc. etc. I'm happy to do that. Not just because it's the right thing to do, but I actively enjoy getting to use art as part of an ongoing media conversation. I like getting positive attention and little numbers that go up for my work, yeah, but that's not why I'm driven to draw or write. I'm trying to express something in me to other people, and I hope they respond. I can't imagine trying to hide that conversation. Especially if it means I can foist off blame for something cursed onto someone else. Helpful guide by unadulteratedkr here, btw. See, this is a very easy thing to do, linking.

Further, I make art. Occasionally. Allegedly, I even write. I am 100% certain something I've made has been similar to something that already existed that I just wasn't previously aware of. That happens. It's normal. I accidentally did that with my username. I don't think random coincidence things like that are plagiarism or even necessarily a bad thing. If you find out later that someone had already done something and you want to be clear about it, just add like a little note? But most of the time it's obvious people just had similar ideas. It's not, for instance, an ongoing behavior stretching months and at times being "literally saw the original 11 minutes ago" or "kudos'd the original last night."

Like, for real, fuck this guy. I glossed over this in the post, but reaching out to me like that privately when he found out I also write was almost certainly groundwork. If I may explain: I talk to people a lot about things I make because they come say hi. That's normal, it's lovely, it's good, it makes me happy. Please do not for one second get suspicious of normal people who are, even when the world is this fucked, by and large good. I promise most people are good. This guy used a good and normal thing for another purpose, like someone hiding a hand buzzer in a handshake. People are good; that guy's an asshole. I don't think for one second that normal human interaction was why Atticus reached out to me the way he did. Given what I know about how he talked to other people and how he justified his bad behavior to them, with more and more examples of this popping up from newly revealed private interactions, he was using the access and the good faith of apparent friendship to get things and get away with things. After almost a year of my being in the fandom, that was the first time he'd slid into my private messages and it was probably to test the waters. See if I was going to gush back, see if I was hungry for approval, etc. because then I'd be easier to jerk around. You make excuses for people you look up to; you make excuses for people who give you something you need. That's what he did, and I'm not saying that to lecture anyone; the opposite. It's why he got away with things, because people want friendship and approval. It's why, even after one of the most frustrating fandom periods of my life, I genuinely am sorry for people who got jerked around even when they didn't want to hear me out.

If someone hurts you and tries to guilt you into forgiving them with shit like "our friendship means so much to me" and [insert medical or mental health reason here] instead of just admitting they fucked up, please please please please please pleasepleasepleasePLEASE be careful with them. When I hit the block button on him, I even sent the prediction that he would make a post about it to friends. He hit the "i thought we were friendly" and the "I'm so stressed about--" points real quick. If I had bothered to explain it to him, it would have looked like all the other Didn't Mean Tos he's been revealed to have done. Please have more respect for your feelings than he did.

tl;dr-- okay but no, really, honestly, truly fffffffffffffffuck this guy. I hope to not make another post about this. If you need to, you can dm me here or on Discord, babykittenteach there too.

[turtleblogatlast]

“Haven’t You Noticed (I’m a Star)” from Steven Universe works so ridiculously well for Leo

[sadisthetic]

BURST💥

[goldensunset]

‘the children yearn for the mines’ is a little too real to me bc when i was a kid and my older siblings were trying to get me into pokémon i really never cared to try playing. BUT. i was obsessed with the underground mining minigame in dppt. i used to beg my sister to let me take a turn playing and set it up for me bc i didn’t know how to so i could go mine for gems nonstop until i cleared that entire cave section of glittering wall spots which always made me so sad bc i was having such a great time. i didn’t even understand the significance of what i was doing but 7 year old me was high off of it

[mishmash-webster]

ok im gonna say it right tf now NOT enough W2H fans are talking about W2H2’s MUSIC/SCORE

👆👆👆 ERICA DID THAT SHIT ALL BY HERSELF (to my knowledge correct me if im wrong) AND ITS NOT BEING TALKED ABOUT NEARLY ENOUGH AND I BETTER SEE SOME APPRECIATION FOR IT

LIKE LITERALLY GO BACK AND REWATCH THE FILM RIGHT NOW AND PAY EXTRA ATTENTION TO THE MUSIC AND HOW PHENOMENAL IT IS

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

i have a lot of qualms with umbrella academy, especially after season 4, but the scene where allison runs into the salon for help will remain one of my favorite opening scenes, it's just so good

[aeolianblues]

was kinda thinking about this when I saw Renee Rapp live recently-- I didn't know her visual vibe, I'd heard a few songs here and there but I hadn't really *seen* her, and her attire at Osheaga was really casual, a jersey (baseball/basketball?) and slacks. And that was so amazing! I couldn't help thinking, the work Billie Eilish has done for how women in pop music are allowed to dress is incredible. Seeing her up there all comfortable you just know that Billie walked in her oversized tops so that Renee in her slacks could run; Billie walked through all the critcisms about how she dressed slobbily and having to assert that she didn't owe anyone a display of skin, so that Renee could be comfortable and unquestioned running up and down the catwalk in front of 10,000 people. How iconic.

And I don't think we even realised at the time how much something as simple as letting Billie dress the way she as a (then-) 17-year-old teenager dressed, could end up meaning for a future generation of women in music.

Obviously there is still way to go, there were weirdos complaining about how 'plain' Dua Lipa's Glastonbury outfit was this year (in 2024!!), l have to ask, are you at Paris Fashion Week?? She is the musical HEADLINER of an entire day of music at one of the biggest music festivals in the world, and you can't grant her the space to exist as an artist, you have to moan about her dress not being excitingly revealing enough. There's work to do, it's still dismal out there. But the space Billie Eilish has created for a most ordinarily-dressed woman popstar is still heartening.

[aroace-polyshow]

vocaloid just isn’t a genre of music that like you can really stick an all encompassing label on and have it be even close to accurate. like literally the only thing that puts a song into the vocaloid genre is the robot voice. tbh voice banks are more like instruments than anything so its like labeling every song with piano a certain way yk

[virsancte]

good days aren't easy to come by

[skitskatdacat63]

Re: this post (since you can't reblog with videos)

I've been obsessively listening to this piece and have progressed to watching this recording in awe. AND oh my god, the cymbals player's reaction to getting his time to shine is SOOOO CUTE 🥹

posting classical music excerpts I really like 1/?

[jadelemonadee]

ok laplaces angel with seabury let me cook let me cook okay the king is the little “it’s the norm for animals” voice since he’s the main root of most if not all of seabury’s political beliefs or something idk and maybe the main thing is him having this whole realization that perhaps his beliefs don’t exactly perfectly align with his morals and that he was never in the right to begin with??? (with the loyalism thing and him being a pacifist) because yk the whole “oooooh could you take a look at me am i bad am i bad am i bad am i really that bad” right guys right haha right????/)/) please ive been having these thoughts conjuring up in my head for several months but idk how to put it into words and still be coherent 😭😭😭 this is so cringe ok bye don’t even read this (or do……😳😳😳😳)

listen to it pleaaaaase 🥺

[moonmoonthecrabking]

babe wake up, new musical that’s going to make it so fucking hard to keep it pg at youth group just dropped