#the dancing was great I wont lie

[aeinstong]

Am I missing something when it comes to la la land or is it like a colleen hoover situation

[wanu-wa]

Making Music, Making Out (LJH)

Synopsis: Making music for your group is your passion. After producing, writing, singing and rapping for years, what happens if you run into a writers block? What happens if you run into a well-known producer in your time of need?

Pairing: Hybe Idol!Reader x idol!Woozi

Word count: 1.5k

Genre: smut, angst (not really sad though)

Warnings: virginity loss, clothed grinding, eating out, oral (f rec), studio sex

Your eyes have started to become weary and your limbs are slowly becoming weak. How long has it been? It’s been 4 hours. For four hours you have been stuck at your desk with a piece of paper infront of you and a pen in your clammy hands. After years of writing masterpieces of lyrics for songs, why of all of sudden youre struggling to the point there are tears threatening to fall down your face and onto the empty paper?

Maybe, and just maybe, it’s because of the instrumental. It’s very sensual and sexy, something new to you and your group. Leaning into your hands and tugging on your scalp, you let out a frustrated groan. What can you do? Maybe it’s not you who’s the problem, but it’s your stomach. Youve always made sure you ate well, however it’s been 9 hours since you last ate and you wont lie when you say your stomach kinda hurts.

With all the strength in your body you prop yourself up of your chair grabbing your phone and keys. Leaving the studio you locked the door behind you and started to head down the Hybe hallway. Stumbling towards the elevator you reach out for the elevator button, just as you pressed it, in your peripheral you see an approaching figure. Although you have no intention of starting a conversation or seeing someone you know, you glance over to them.

You’ve never been ‘close’ to Seventeen but you would say you are friends, you and a few of your members started training after Seventeen did and as they were debuting you were still training. Over the years you become friends with a few of them, you and Hoshi were a fan favourite, for having similar dancing skills and always a bubbly energetic personality, you guys were always paired for dance TikToks, challenges and much more. But almost every time you met him, he would say you reminded him of his best friend, the reason being both of you being workaholics and great producers. Lee Jihoon, or the man in front of you.

He blankly looked you in the eyes, you met eyes with him and smiled, instead of smiling back his expression softened. He watched as you turned from smiling to confused. “Whats wrong?” You hesitated to ask since you haven’t even greeted him yet, but you were eager to know.

With your head slowly tilting to the side,“Your eyes.” He said with a hint of worry behind his voice, pulling out his phone and opening the camera app, he faced it towards you. Blood shot eyes and veins through your eyelids, so as tired as you felt is as tired you look. “Oh… uhm I’ve just been working for long.” His mouth gaped slightly as he began to speak, “Oh yeah, Hoshi said you have a comeback thats coming up.” You nodded timidly, not much of a response but there nothing for you to say.

“Do you need any help?” You slightly chuckle to yourself at his query, still you think if you should let him support you or not. Scratching the back your head and looking down you can feel his eyes on you. “I… l don’t know if you can.” His eyebrow softly raises, hesitant to question further, as the curiosity always gets the best of him, “I can come with you and take a look?”

“Yeah i guess thats fine.”

-

Taking a glimpse back at him while you hold a tight smile and unlock the studio. Entering slowly.

“So, whats the problem?” He prompted as he turned and closed the door behind him.

It’s almost midnight, so you figured theres no point of shy about this.

“The songs supposed to be… well sexy, and I don’t know how to write lyrics to a sexy song.”

Woozi didnt seem uncomfortable and he was trying to nonchalant about this, but the blush spread across his face said otherwise.

“I thought your group was cutesy type… how come you are doing a different concept?” Woozi’s words were slightly hesitant but he was acting bold.

“I know its something different but, management thought it would be better for us” as you sat down on the couch behind your desk chair, you looked up at him.

“I guess writing sensual lyrics can be hard but i don’t think it should be that hard. Whats the real problem?” He was really gone squeeze this out of you and you gonna let him.

“Well i don’t have… experience.” What an embarrassing thing to say to your superior, and kind of an idol to you.

His eyes looked up at you, you couldn’t read any emotion behind them. However, his glaze was marginally intimidating, made you feel insignificant, like prey. You felt your breath becoming heavier and your throat getting tight.

“Theres no way,” he scoffed, sitting beside you and leaning back, “I mean… you?”

You look at him in disbelief, you have just told him something so embarrassing and he’s mocking you, “Well i spend alot of time being an idol, i- I barely get any time to myself.” And you were stuttering with a pain in your chest, you felt humiliated. You knew you were quite old to be a virgin.

He starts to chuckle, interrupting your overwhelming thoughts, “No, I meant because you’re just so beautiful,” he leaned forward and put his hand on yours, “So many fans fight over you, and other male idols talk about you all the time. I just cant believe that…” he looked you in your eyes leaving his words hanging in the air. You looked so pretty to him in the dim light of the studio.

The gap between you and him closed as he leaned into your lips, the tension was finally cut. You’ve kissed before but nothing like this so without hesitation you let him lead you on his lips. Thighs pressing against each other. His head turned to the side as his hands climbed up your legs and onto your hips, pulling you closer to him. He pulled away, leaving you desperate for more.

“I just cant believe, no one has touched you like this.”

“You’re the first one” you gasped out breathlessly.

He chuckles, slowly pinning you down onto the black leather couch. His hands on both sides of you for support, finding an angle to go deeper into the kiss. You had an awkward aura coming of you as you didn’t really know what to do. He knew this, taking full control over you. Fully letting him take care of you.

He pulls away from the sloppy kiss, holding intense contact with you. Your doe eyes were doing something to him, he didn’t know if he could become any harder. “You’re the only one who has touched me, the only one to see me like this, the only one to take of my clothes.” In your sultry tone, your words feed into his head and flip a switch in him.

Suddenly, his hand roughly pull down your sweatpants and just for a moment he feels his stomach flutter when he sees a pair of pink lace panties. Looking up at you once again, “take off your shirt.” and you did as he ordered, revealing a matching pair of pink lace bra. It’s like you were trying to kill him. You slowly unclasped the bra off and as you did, he took off his loose shirt. Leaving you in panties and him in grey sweatpants and underwear.

Leaning down to your clothed core, he blew cold air onto it, you twitched at this action. He looked up at you through his eyelashes and you nodded. Without hesitation he dove down, sucking on your clothed clit, gasping, you grab for his hair. Tightly locking in with his hair. He felt so close to you, eating you like he’s been starved.

His hand crawling up your sides, grabbing tight on the hem of your panties, he swiftly throws them off and somewhere into the studio, and he immediately goes back to licking, sucking and eating you. He grips your sides and pulling you closer to him. Throwing your head back in immense pleasure, “you’re so good.” You manage to choke out.

He hums in reply, sending vibrations up your core creating a knot in your upper stomach. “Im gon-nna cu-“

Pulling away from your clit, he pushed a finger into your hole. “Cum for me”

And just like that, you made a mess all over his fingers and chin. Through your squirming you heard him, “fuck your so pretty.”

Opening your eyes you see him above you again, your hands pinned to each side by him.

“You got any ideas yet?” His exasperated expression locked eyes with yours. Whining you feel his clothed bulge grind on you.

He effortlessly pulls you up and onto his lap, his strong arms manhandled you like it was nothing. You lay your head in the crook of his neck trying to catch your breath. His hands roam from your thighs to your breasts, he slowly fumbles with your nipples, listening closely as your breath hitches.

Ignorantly slow, you pull away from his neck, leaving drool on his skin. Your hands interlock between his hair and you look at him with a smirk. As you start to speak his eye go up from your chest to your eyes.

“I need a few more ideas.”

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A/n: i knowww… the cliffhanger🙃

BUTTTT i need help from anyone how to do masterlists and do a wc easier because i had to individually copy and paste each part into a word counter and took so long (which might be a reason of the short story and cliffhanger😭)

[meowlod]

focalors in the 4.2 archon quest does something to me. that VOICE is so pretty. the OUTFIT. shes so mother.

i would let her destroy me, make me a mess, do stuff to me and i wouldn‘t mind. please continue.

shes definitely a titty grabber. likes to randomly grab your breasts from behind and squish them like a toy.

or

i think she would be a great cuddle partner, like, she would give you a thousand of warm cuddles. burying and resting her face into the crook of your neck and have her soft arms wrapped around your body as you both lie under the blankets. she wants to keep you warm and comfy so you wont get sick.

oh and shes a big teaser, definitely. basically teases you about everything possible until you get super embarrassed from all of it. and that woman wouldn‘t stop!! no she will not, until you actually want her to stop, then she‘ll respect you and stop, of course.

if she used to battle and fight, then she would teach you on how to use a sword. she is always being careful to not wound you. and if she does, she will just simply heal you or get you bandages.

talks about furina sometimes whenever you both are sitting somewhere, or laying down on a bed.

and when she dies, she wants you to take care of furina. comfort her at any time whenever shes in a sad mood, get her favourite desserts, give her cheek kisses, dance with her, go to her tea parties, etc. make her happy, and focalors would be proud of you.

but you also have to stay close to furina whenever shes in a bad mood. if you went out somewhere without telling her, especially at night, she'll think that you are starting to dislike and leave her, or that you got kidnapped, making her panic. if you come back, the first thing she always does is run up to you and hug you tightly, asking you where you went, and why you didn't tell her that you went out. its best to tell her the truth, or she will ignore you for a day.

but she cant ignore you for long, because she can be a pretty clingy person. slowly crawling into the bed you're sleeping in, quietly wrapping her arms around your body and slowly starting to cuddle you, mumbling to herself about stuff such as “am i too annoying for them?“ or “i'm sorry if i did something you didn't like.“, hoping you wouldn't wake up and hear her talking bad about herself.

furina will randomly pin you to any wall to jokingly flirt with you. if you flirt back, she'll have a red face for the rest of the day! it can be outside, inside, to the bed, to the grass…seriously, everywhere.

if you buy her gifts, especially with desserts inside them, she'll buy you a gift aswell, but a bigger, and a more expensive one.

LOVES to teach you to dance a waltz or help you sing. if you suck at any of those, she will gladly help you because you are someone she deeply cares and trusts.

if you're sad, she comes running up to you with your favourite food, plushies, etc. to comfort you and have you smiling again. she hates seeing you sad, and doesn't want you to go through the stuff she did.

too shy to ask you out on a date, but will pull an all nighter to practice words and flirty pick up lines to say to you. if you're the first one to ask her out on a date, she'll get mostly flustered but will be happy, jumping into your arms and giving you thousand of kisses.

if you guys are together, she's extra clingy and could be a little jealous if a man or a woman stares at you. you're her partner, of course you should be paying attention to her! if you look back at the stranger, she will wrap her arm around your waist and glare at the stranger who was looking at you, silently telling them that you're hers, and shes yours.

animal lover! if she sees a cat or a dog anywhere, she pulls you along and walks towards the little animal and will pet it, feed it, caress it, etc. if you're a animal lover aswell, expect a lot of animal plushies in the house and furina bringing a random cat inside.

if you kiss furina in public infront of everyone, she would push you away and laugh like nothing happened. but if you're somewhere private, hidden, or in a back alley with her, she'll kiss you with alot of passion like she was starving for that kiss.

cake lover. please buy her cake anytime! it can be chocolate, vanilla, strawberry or anything. she will even demand you to get her a cake when she feels like it. or you both just cook a cake together.

can't cook, but is still learning! loves to make sweets, and sometimes asks you for help. if you can't cook aswell, then…expect alot of flour or a whole mess in the kitchen. you both have to clean everything up if you guys are finished with baking or cooking. she can also make YOU clean everything, just to piss you a little off. but she will help a little bit, don't worry.

listens to your problems in life, and talks to you about her problems aswell. you both deeply care for each other, and she trusts you enough to talk about her secrets and stuff she never wanted to mention because of her insecurity.

makes you sit on her lap while you both play games or watch a movie on the tv.

and furina absolutely loves piggy rides.

[im-just-a-little-puppy-really]

tags - 🪵

the ugly side of my therianthropy isnt fun. i wanted to talk about it a bit.

tws: light violence, s/h, body dysphoria, phantom tails, ears, claws, wings, not great stuff

i get horrible half-shifts where im animal in my mind and very viscerally human in my body. and that leads to anger and confusion and usually harm of some kind. i dont physically lash out or anything like that, its very meditative, really. i very carefully test the body i definitely shouldnt be in, figure out how to walk in it and sometimes try to find myself in it, whether that be mentally or physically. i scratch at it or look at it in a mirror and get more confused because it hurts just like i should and it looks so different from me. these shifts usually end if i see writing in english or hear someone calling me.

i also get the urge to chase after and interact with animals that look like my theriotypes. ill see a black dog and go "youre just like me!!" and wag my tail and i want to go up and introduce myself but they wouldnt see me as a dog like them and their human would think im strange. or ill hear a fruit bat outside my window and jump at the opportunity to see a friend, but then get confused when theres glass separating us. it hurts to see a friend and have them not recognise you the same.

physically, i cant reatrain myself from keeping my arms bent or my feet arched on my toes sometimes. to the point where im aching. usually if someone tells me to stop i say "no, its comfy" but sometimes that is a blatant lie. and i still wont stop until my mind allows me. it sucks and im just grateful to have a background in dance so i can do it in a healthier way.

anyways, therianthropy is not all quads and masks and fun. its gutteral and weird and it hurts. experience it offline, please.

[thepumpkincorsair]

So, I watched the first episode of “Those About To Die” on Peacock.

I enjoyed it, and Im willing to do write ups if folks would be interested…

Since I wana talk about details, and I dont wana spread spoilers, everything is below the readmore.

What I liked: 🔵 And what I disliked: 🟠

Total Ranking: 8/10 - very good, worth the watch 👍

🟠 It dove into the Intrigue right away, which made it hard to watch while doing other things, but I can appreciate a show that grabs you by the shoulders and shoves you down into the couch to pay attention.

🔵 It wasn’t boring, quite the contrary, I felt fully engaged throughout the episode. Theres a lot of small moving parts to the story, and it orchestrates together incredibly well so far, even for Episode One. The writing is very well done, which is a lynchpin for me on a show like this. You cant pretend to be an intrigue type series without a proper plot. And, in my opinion, they’ve set their plots well right away. Tenax getting those shares in Blue was a great con, which had clearly been going a while, but we only saw the tail end of it. I see this little setup as a great look at how the writers DO their work. Connections matter, money does more than talk, and if you play the game wrong, you die. Don’t trust anyone.

🔵 I REALLY enjoyed the historical aspects of the first episode. Like, yes, this plot happened, its a historical fiction and a number of these characters exist in history, but its not just that. Its the small details, the different knives in different cultures, the veterinary care of race horses, the deities from more than just the main roman pantheon, the drinkware, the VARIOUS clothes from various cultures and climates…. And yes, women often went topless when they were a sxwrkr. Gotta advert.

🔵 ON THAT SUBJECT: can we talk about “3 sesterce… and Im tighter than both of them.” MY BOY, YOU ARE RIZZIN TOO HARD AND I LOST IT. Please, please let him be in future episodes. Omfg….

🟠 I am forced to concede the accuracy isnt PERFECT, the horses wore modern driving bridles to go with their ancient styled chariots. However, Im realistic about how many horses are trained today to pull anything without blinders, and how much safer modern bridles are. I’ll also note: I absolutely saw the animal handler grab the horse differently (calmly) before the riot surrounded it, then direct the horse to dance in the crowd. Great training with the horse! Bad camera angle. Lol

🔵 I also really like this cast so far. Everyone fills their roles incredibly well.

Hopkins doesnt even need an introduction, the mans a legend and brings all his experience to the stage with him every time. -chefs kiss-

Rheon was great in GOT, he plays calculatingly unhinged exceptionally well. But I wont lie, seeing him in a more commanding, level headedly calculating person?

Hashim….. HASHIM!!! Im SO excited to see where his character goes. We haven’t seen much of him in Ep 1 just yet, but he’s clearly going to be one of the main players. Im not familiar with him as an actor, but I’ve enjoyed his performance so far, and I REALLY appreciate the story being told.

Martins is also incredible. She does a fantastic job of knowing the danger her characters children are facing, but also knowing she HAS to play her cards right to save them. She personifies the strength and determination of a mother perfectly.

🔵 Quite honestly, I have to give points to that whole plot-line in general. That point of view is something we’ve had hidden from us (in America) for so long, that I think a LOT of people have… become calloused. I hope seeing it will potentially help others come to an empathetic understanding. This isn’t glossing over what happened, or whats likely to happen to any of the three children.

🔵 I also want to gush over actually SHOWING the wider Roman Empire, we get to see the direct effect of their influence in both Africa and Spain so far. Egypt was their bread basket, and without that grain, youve got problems. The Berber Coast has animals, and people they want, and we see money exchanging hands for the purpose of those ends. We see how the locals were told they’d be treated fairly, paid properly, and even eventually become citizens, like the Spaniards, only to have those promises thrown aside as soon as the Romans have better money to make. These people gave the Empire everything it wanted, but the Empire is never satisfied.

We also get to appreciate how far west the empire went when the Spaniards are trying to sell their horses. (Plot-bunny: Andies are dancing horses, exceptionally athletic, and a prime choice for chariots, though, a standardbred is the usual choice for modern cart racers)

🟠 I will say the CGI isnt the best. You can tell exactly when they change from live action to CGI. But this is a minor issue for me tbh. Its passable CGI, and they use it to avoid putting animals or people in danger which, obviously, I appreciate. A chariot wreck was shown, annnnnd it was pretty darn accurate to how messy those would have been. Not good times y’all. Not good times. Also, the ramifications of a major concussion. Oof. At least the guy would have barely knew what was happening? Still.

🔵 The sound effects were enough without being over the top. Often times when theres gore to show, theres all these extra squelching noises and gratuitous blood… not this time. It’s actually… pretty durn accurate. Don’t ask how I know. I don’t wana tell you, and you dont wana know.

Overall, it was a really solid first episode, and I plan on watching the rest.

[nomeniko]

hi :D for the ask game What do you wish more people understood about kazui? Which trial 2 MV do you enjoy the most, and why?

thank you for the ask i would grovel at ur feet in gratitude i hope the sun shines down and makes the light dance for u and you only today

1. if anything ive seen a few theories of kazui possibly revealing himself to be a two faced manipulator of sorts due to his self proclaimed liarness…. like ‘ohh u cant trust what he says he cld be trying to make himself look pitiable to the audience to get voted inno’ sort of theories which is. no he wont do that???

is he a liar? to a degree yes—liar not in the sense that what he says are direct falsities, but more like hes built much of his character to constantly disguise his true intentions/feelings as a defense mechanism. the lies he says are less of words from a schemer and more of redirections from someone who is, all in all, an insecure adult scared of what will happen if he isnt able to meet peoples expectations of him

as much as he calls himself a liar hes mad honest about where he thinks his capabilities lie, which is to say he doesnt believe in his capabilities at all lol. when amane asks him for help with her studies, he turns her down after some consideration bc he doesnt believe himself to be smart enough to help (despite having graduated from a university; sports degree or not credit shld be given where credit is due). when he talks to shidou post ktk attack, he refuses to admit doing any of the work in taking care of the situation and instead puts all the praise onto shidou. even his physical strength and skill (which is arguably the one part of him he does acknowledge and take some sort of belief in) is something he treats as less of something that he has achieved himself and more of an obligation of his—like, hes strong bc to him he HAS to be, bc it is expected of him to protect those who need protecting. he does want to protect others, sure, but much of that wanting comes frm how ingrained it is in him that thats what hes good for, thats what his strength is for (his timeline w/ yuno on her bday says as much nyway)

the way i see it, that self deprication of his plays back into his obsession with meeting the expectations placed onto him, or at least lessening the disappointment of others by lessening those expectations in the first place. if u tell someone that u didnt go to the right university, that u didnt do much to help anyway, that u were born so fundamentally wrong as a person that everything is bound to go to shit as long as ur there (he basically said this to es in his t1 vd im not even kidding), wouldnt that ensure the safety that youre less likely to ruin someone elses confidence in you? less likely to ruin bc in the small chance that u still fuck up, theres not much left to ruin at that point

in the end ig what i wish more ppl understood abt kazui is that hes a liar yes, but not a manipulator. he lies to stay safe, not to be a sadist or whatever. you cant take what he says at face value (in much the same way u cant do the same for any other prisoner tbh), but that does not mean u shldnt take anything he says srsly at all!!!

2. ok this one i have to give a bit of thought, mostly bc i cant pick just one

if the standards were which t2 mv do i enjoy for its direction music n visual wise, purge march takes the cake so quickly. the music itself is so bomb (which like, i cant even find a logical explanation as to why… its just so good to listen to) n the mv itself does such a great job at creating the right atmosphere, both in its flashy theatrics and the subtle uncanniness under it. mayb i have a slight bias bc tpm was the whole reason i got into milgram in the first place, but i stand by it idccc

aesthetic wise, def all knowing and all agony. the horror elements r genuinely disturbing, but not so overbearing that it overwrites the pop style that milgram has going on. i luove the use of amber for blood, plus the filters that remind me of found footage u usually see show up in asian horror movies. i think i was actually terrified the first time i watched the mv

symbolic wise, its cat always and forever god bless. it takes advantage of its aesthetics to hint at subtle secrets so well that it makes me giddy as hell. the use of colors as a part of the set, the transitions frm scene to scene having its own part in making the story, n honestly making the bg more blank than usual readjusts the focus of the mv on what matters p well. i cant mention every detail rn or else id be here all day

[mirageofadesert]

So I watched most of Luo Yunxi's (allegedly) mediocre filmography ... here are some thoughts.

⭕️Ashes of Love (dropped it, will come back for it later) ❤️ ✔️Princess Silver ❤️❤️ ✔️ And the Winner is Love ❤️ ✔️ Love is Sweet ❤️❤️❤️ ✔️ Broker ❤️❤️ ✔️Lie to Love ❤️ ✔️Light Chaser Rescue ❤️(❤️) ✔️Till the end of the moon ❤️❤️❤️ ❌ Immortality 🤡🤡🤡

First off, the words (allegedly) mediocre and "TTEOTM" or "Love is Sweet" are not allowed in the same sentence. That's why I wont discuss them here. These dramas are talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique ... next question.

As for the rest... I have some thoughts and I'm willing to share them:

First of all, I enjoyed all of them and that came as a surprise. I had seen fans joke about his filmography with one smiling and one crying eye, voicing that they hope he would soon be a position to pick better scripts. However, on paper I think the scripts weren't bad per se, but the execution is a bit questionable.

The kind of roles he picks ...

... are actually really great. He seem to gravitate towards deeply conflicted and complex characters, that allow emotional and nuanced portrayals. Non of them are perfect, but they try. Sometimes, the script or directing doesn't allow the characters to be as convincing, as they could be. In other cases, the actors he share a scene with, are utterly unconvincing in their performances.

I appreciate that all his chosen dramas have actual plot besides the romantic story and I didn't have to sit through something as boring as a pure romance without any substance (looking at you, Hidden Love). I also would guess, that he chooses his show based on the roles he plays, because those are often considerably better than the script overall.

Trapped by lackluster writing ...

... is a serious problem, especially when it involves cringey lines as well as wattpad level backstories. I think "Lie to Love" had the weakest script, "Broker" had some really over the top and cringe backstories, while "Lightchaser Rescue"'s biggest problem lies with the directing and production. "Princess Silver" was great overall and I wish he played a bigger role. I'm still not sure what went wrong with "And the winner is love", but I guess it's a combination of everything. Kudos to the actors, that pull off these bad or cringe lines with the same level of dedication and passion... I'm sorry, that I had to skip them anyway.

Acting circles around other actors...

... it's not a regular thing, but it tend to happens with some of his FL. It's not even that they are bad actresses per se, but often written with so little character, that there isn't much anyone can bounce off of. Su Xieyi (Cheng Xiao in "Lie to Love") and Chong Xuezhi (Yukee Chen/Chen Yuqi in "And the Winner is Love") are particularly guilty of this. It's also not something that can be blamed on lacking chemistry between the lead actors, as those two did not convey any chemistry with anyone in their perspective shows. A lot of the female characters in cdramas are hard to watch - and it's the main reason I have not been able to watch Ashes of Love yet.

I recently read a reddit post, that pointed out that Luo Yunxi always has good chemistry with his FL, but that those don't necessary give back the same energy. This leads to his characters always seeming more in love with their romantic partners. Luo Yunxi sells every love story... I really wish he would be paired up with more emotive actresses portraying well written characters.

His strengths ...

... lies in costume dramas for sure. He just looks like he came right out of a painting. This is also where his dance background shines the most. His wire and fight scenes are always excellent. However, I do understand that those are strenuous to shoot, particularly in the summer. In addition he excels in portraying suffering and a storm of conflicting emotions. He is a great actor, with exceptional facial expression and good voice acting. As an audience, you can feel his commitment to all of his roles. This becomes even more obvious, once you find out how often he was injured on set and still pulled through. I wont forget that one leaked clip of him doing wire stunts with his wheel chair waiting on the side ...

What I want to see him play in the future....

... is a more comedic costume drama. "Love is Sweet" but with long hair and fight scenes! I also would love to see him as a villain (again), but I guess he has outgrown these roles - at least in dramas. I also need another show similar to TTEOTM, that is more mature than most dramas of this genre and doesn't focus on the romance. Lastly, a 3rd drama with Bai Lu would be great!

What I learned from this going forward ...

... is to give less popular shows a try. So far, some rather popular or loved dramas (Hidden Love, Ashes of Love, Immortal Samsara etc) failed to impress me. I also learned that I need at least one character to latch onto, while starting a show or I will not get into it. A lot of shows sadly lack these convincing and obsession-worthy characters.

[randomvarious]

Today's compilation:

The House Sound of Chicago - Vol. III - Acid Tracks 1988 House

Hopping off of that notoriously rickety K-tel train to nowhere for a bit and latching onto some classic house goodies instead, starting with this third installment from The House Sound of…, a series that was originally launched in 1986 by Chicago house label D.J. International Records in order to showcase the city's own house scene, and was also released in the UK through the much bigger London Records too. This series would end up proving far more impactful across the pond than it would in the States, but in '88, the year of the UK's Second Summer of Love, during which house music would spread like wildfire among the youth, the London label took over its reins and decided to start redirecting this series through their newly-repurposed FFRR imprint instead. FFRR's focus would be on dance music, and as it was headed by the one and only Pete Tong, it would go on to become one of the greatest and most important labels in the history of dance music as we know it.

So, in that regard, what we have here happens to be a pretty damn big deal, because this was the first comp that was ever issued on FFRR since its dance rebrand. But its title is actually inexplicably and very confusingly misleading, because while it claims to be loaded up with 'acid tracks,' only one of these tunes actually meets the criteria for being acid���Tyree's "Acid Over," which, as all acid tracks do, stars the unique squelches of the Roland TB-303 bass synthesizer—and I can't say that I'm very much a fan of it.

Instead, what dominates this comp is a bunch of great Chicago house of a different stripe: largely black and queer, vocally male-led stuff with some soul to it, that includes things like feelgood combinations of strings and richly stabbing piano chords deployed over four-on-the-floor drumbeats.

And while I find almost all of this record to be quite good, I think its very best moments happen to lie on its B-side, with Darryl Pandy and Farley "Jackmaster" Funk's absurdly energetic "Freeman" and Sterling Void's much calmer and steadier "It's All Right" serving as a stellar yin and yang, together representing opposite ends of a spectrum of both vibe and sound that could be contained within this revolutionary dance music genre that was still very much at such an early juncture itself.

So, Darryl Pandy, as he is wont to do, sports his lovably goofy vocal passion all over "Freeman," while Farley complements him with a beat that's very fiery, deliberately ostentatious, and, by that some token, clearly on a queer post-disco/hi-NRG type of tip too. Basically, if you love yourself some big, gay, and campy 80s dance tunes, this one's a can't-miss 🔥.

And then to counterbalance something as fun and ridiculous as that one is "It's All Right," which is one of those blissed-out bits of transcendent dance dreaminess that seems to be targeted directly at your very own soul. This is a song in which those deadly key-and-string combos really abound, and if you're ever out on the floor when it comes on, you're then required to do some extensive, eyes-closed, slow grooving to it 😌. Wonderful track.

So, ultimately, I feel kinda bad for all the acid jackers who bought this record and were expecting their purchase to be a whole lot more chemical than it was, but hopefully they still came away with an appreciation for this different slate of 80s Chicago house bangers anyway. Buncha must-listen tunes here for anyone who's interested in this local scene, where this music first originated.

And you can also pair this album with my own 1980s Chicago House playlist too, which as of right now has almost no overlap, besides Jamie Principle's "Baby Wants to Ride"—but my playlist (the YouTube one at least) has the version of that song in which Jamie at one point decides to….cynically parody "America the Beautiful" 😂…and this album doesn't.

1980s Chicago House: Spotify / YouTube / YouTube Music

Highlights:

Jamie Principle - "Baby Wants to Ride" Frankie Knuckles - "Only the Strong Survive" Paris - "Girl U Need a Change of Mind" Darryl Pandy & Farley "Jackmaster" Funk - "Freeman" Romance - "All Dis Music" Farley "Jackmaster" Funk - "My House" Sterling Void - "It's All Right"

[nossbean]

endless wips wherein i will restrain myself but a little: god please tell me about 2. LION HUSBAND and 4. TNAU no one asked for hello i'm asking for it 😘

💕💕💕 ! I talked about my dear Lion Husband here so let’s get into TNAU sequel no one asked for <3

TNAU is the acronym for Twelfth Night AU which is Alas, the frailty is to blame wherein Jaime and Cersei swap identities so Cersei can attend Jaime’s mens-only university to study politics and Jaime undertakes finishing Cersei’s degree at a women’s-only college in an otherwise men’s-only uni: this is all set in some quasi 1930/1940 Britain-ish version of Westeros. Ofc while there, it turns out “Cersei’s” roommate is Brienne and initial animosity turns to “oh fuck I think I fancy you but you think I'm my sister” in the vein of Twelfth Night, sorta. There’s a helping hand of the Amanda Bynes classic, She’s The Man, let’s be honest here!

This sequel takes place Later, as in, post the events of Alas, after they’ve sorted everything out. I can’t remember exactly what precipitated this fic — something Wasn't Great, and I wanted to write something unrelentingly kind, and I kept thinking about this bit from Alas:

In any case, the makeup [he’s put on Brienne] doesn’t work. He begrudges that it’s probably his fault, but it somehow looks like a lie on her face, a face made only for honesty. Jaime washes it off for her, he’s careful and gentle about it, and something about this makes Brienne tearful, and it breaks his heart

I’ve known why Brienne gets tearful here since writing it; even if Alas had become much more expansive, I’m not sure Brienne would have revealed what was going on there in any case. But while I was searching for something kind, I kept returning to that bit, to what was happening for Brienne, and what it meant in the context of Brienne-with-Jaime-who-was-then-“Cersei” and what it might mean later. So anyway, here’s the rough incomplete start of a fic that looks at that, set months, maybe as much as a year or more later (cw for recollection of child abuse):

'tis wonder that enwraps me thus

“Have you fallen asleep?”

With her eyes closed, Brienne only guesses where Jaime is by the dance of gentle light pressing on her lids and the mindful shifting of his weight across her hips, but Jaime’s face is near enough hers that his breath dissipates across her upper cheeks when he speaks. Demands, really.

Speaking is always the most awkward part. It oughtn’t be. Even when Jaime had been being Cersei, that first time they did this when Brienne didn’t know anything but that her deeply aggravating, incredibly unpredictable, inexplicably kind (in a sideways sort of a fashion) roommate was perhaps becoming her friend, when Jaime had done this — making himself comfortable, straddling her hips, curling over her with makeup and tools — his weight had been inexplicably soothing, just as it is now, and the various textures of makeup and application so gentle they mesmerised and mesmerise to the point of relaxation. Brienne had settled into it then, and she had been in a comfortable state now before Jaime’s question.

Pursing her lips in case the lippie isn’t set, Brienne murmurs, “No.”

Even to her own ears it lacks a convincing tenor for all that it’s true, and because regardless of how else he is metamorphosed, Jaime remains a pest, he singsongs, “Don’t believe you,” and twirls a makeup brush right under her nostrils.

Brienne doesn’t sneeze — congratulates herself — but she does wriggle and scrunch up her face, pressing back into Jaime’s pillow, and Jaime laughs as is his wont and Brienne fights a smile as is hers.

“I wasn’t sleeping,” she says, more earnest and less annoyed than she means. “You’re always so—”

“Charming, clever and rogue-ish?” Jaime intones, and Brienne finally opens her eyes.

Quick to assume, is what she’d intended to say, but Jaime’s diverted her, changed her sentence, and it’s instead become, Stunning, which she manages not to say. By the pleased smirk that spreads his lips, he reads it on her anyway. His hair is shorter now, though curls catch gold from the lamp and tickle along his shoulders. His eyes are thick-lined and mascaraed, and she thinks it’s blusher heightening the colour in his cheeks, making his eyes deeper, highlighting sharp cheekbones, but she’s only still learning all this and it doesn’t readily stick in her head. Mostly though he looks unburdened most days and wears it well. Lively and bright, just as puckish as ever, but free. Despite herself she sighs to look at him and her hand drifts up his thigh. Jaime’s grin turns soft in that way that still makes her stomach flip.

“I wasn’t sleeping,” she insists because, though he says it constantly, he’s right: she’s stubborn.

Jaime looks ceiling-ward in a well worn bid for patience she recognizes now as affection before dropping his face and giving a grandiose shrug to this. “If you insist.”

She scowls, he laughs, then ducks down to greet her up-tipped chin with a kiss.

“Hold on,” his fingers are light and careful then on her chin, gently keeping her in place. “Do this,” he says and opens his mouth a little, flattening his lips.

Brienne does as she’s told. Jaime draws his thumb across the skin under her lower lip and Brienne knows this action now: a little lipstick escaped outside bounds. Jaime’s face is so serious as he neatens his work but this, at least, is never as serious as all that. Brienne pokes her tongue out, catches the pad of his thumb just before it slides away. The taste is — mixed. The waxy stick of lippie dominates but she catches some of the tangy sweet of the orange she’d shared with him earlier, lingering or perhaps imagined. Her main prize is on his face anyway: a pleased uptick on the corner of his mouth, his eyes sparkling.

“I’m done anyway, take a look?”

This part mostly passes in a blur. Brienne asks questions, and she listens closely, but she can never quite wrap her mind around everything Jaime explains and describes. Mostly, for her, these moments are for her to watch as Jaime animates. He nearly always wears a smile but now the expression softens: less sharp, more at ease. The muscles around his lips loosen and that relaxation extends up to the corners of his eyes. Their green deepens. His voice goes quieter, a surprise to her, to discover this emotion in him lives close to his emotions around her, revealed in the slight rasp he takes on as he speaks ever more quickly, warming to his topic. It’s a different rasp, but near enough to what she hears in bed, or sotto voce in her ear when they’re in public and Jaime strives to create a beat where they two are alone, or when he greets her upon return to their room, Hello, chit. Jaime is beautiful always, but he opens as a butterfly from a moment of perfect stillness, like shaking off some sort of cold or rust or armour, and she knows it only happens with her, this spread of wings, luxuriant and warm and so vibrant she feels painted by some of his colour.

She feels badly that the details don’t make sense to her, and also sometimes gets the sense that he knows. That mostly he basks in her attention as though she is sunshine bright upon him on some leaf, keeping him warm in the knowledge that someone cares enough to listen and to take an interest.

And if she thinks on that for too long, her eyes will prickle and her throat will form a lump, and now is not the time.

He grins now at her, shining pride with no teeth, and she twists without thinking to tug him down into a kiss. He laughs against her mouth and she cherishes it and him and the way his hand comes under her jaw. It’s still strange kissing with lipstick — she knows and likes kissing him as he wears it but when she is the one who wears it…

A relief, when he murmurs, “Let’s get this off you,” and perhaps the primary reason she agrees in the first place.

She sets out the bits as Jaime fetches warm water. A ritual she yearns for, tries to learn from. She hasn’t told Jaime why, worries it will change his reasons or alter how he does it. And equally she knows that’s silly. If there’s one single thing she knows of Jaime, it’s that he takes things in stride, one more revelation won’t change that.

Brienne isn’t sure she has the words for it.

It had been so unexpected, that first time. He’d put the make up on her, and it had been a disappointment to see: she had thought perhaps it would make her appear more herself. Her face could be so harsh and Brienne never felt harsh. She’d imagined a softening, lushening, of her features. Jaime hadn’t managed that then, far from, and though he had recently, she found she didn’t mind overmuch any longer.

The shock had come when he washed her face.

She hadn’t in her life ever been handled so gently. Perhaps that isn’t fair: she can’t remember her mother but it is possible she had been kind. Her father hadn’t given her more than a supportive hand to her shoulder since she was seven years old, and her nanny… Roelle had not been kind. Roelle had not been gentle. Roelle had seemed only to have rough towels and rough cloths and a mean hold on Brienne’s chin as she scrubbed at her face: tears, snot, sweat. And Brienne, without realising, had learned that, too.

Roelle had not washed Brienne’s face in over a decade — Brienne had made sure of that. And yet until Jaime had held her chin in a light touch, wiped her cheeks slowly with care, Brienne hadn’t recognized that she was as harsh with herself as Roelle had been.

Jaime touches the tips of his fingers to her chin, exerts the barest amount of pressure to tip her chin up and then he smiles down at her. He hums, sometimes, as he does this. Sometimes he chats. Mostly though, he is quiet. He murmurs, “This is all right?” as he passes a soft cloth over her skin with gentle pressure. Tuts when she nods. She might try to answer but her voice deserts her, her heart takes up residence in her throat, and all she can do is sit and be cared for.

Endless WIPs meme

[staraxiaa]

i really enjoyed porcelain! i loved how u repeated different phrases and lines throughout the fic to show how deeply the readers upbringing has been pressed into her character and her belief system. i thought that it was really realistic in terms of how abuse can look. i liked the different types of relationships she had with shouto and how that evolved over the course of their lives. it was really sweet how similar their thoughts about each other were but how their upbringings and fears held them back from being with each other earlier. i also really liked the brother character in terms of how he stood up for the reader at times but was also similarly trapped. i like the idea of them going no contact with their parents and the reader having her brother in her life as someone she can actually talk to and rely on. i think it’s really great that she’ll have someone other than shouto who knows intimately about her childhood and how she was raised. i also loved loved loved the intimacy that she and shouto had. it felt very natural and quiet but still very powerful in how it was expressed and constantly proven. i liked how shouto was there to talk to her about what she went through and what her life is like without pushing her. and i wont lie i did want them to kiss so bad, i really wanted reader to experience physical intimacy that’s just so different from what she’s used to, but i ended up glad that it wasn’t shown on the page and we got a scene of them dancing instead. it felt very reminiscent of their childhood which was very sweet. like damn at the end of the day they’ve been in love since they were kids and in some ways they’re picking up where they left off and in other ways they’re entirely different people. either way i thought the development of their relationship was very romantic but also so so sweetly platonic and trusting.

i yapped a lot

girl (gn) im ugly sobbing omg. first of all, thank you for taking the time to write this! im really glad you enjoyed my usage of repetition and how i portrayed the abuse (in as much of a non-fucked up way as possible) bc those were some of the things i keep on worrying about the most as i finish up this series sdjfklfsdj. like if the repetition is too much / the style i write it in is too soft yk!! like honestly big sigh of relief that u just thought it contributed more to her character / belief system. i

also YAY another brother stan omg u put so much depth to him. like that's exactly what i wanted to portray!! i actually thought there were several ways it could go - i think the concept that started him was 'golden child', 'favored one', but i also think there's also so much more to this dynamic than the stereotype, though it does exist like that ofc. now i actually wish there were more scenes for him LMAO it's gg. anon you've written him better than i ever will. this is canon now idgaf lastly, ugh im literally like. happy beyond words that you enjoyed the intimacy between her/shouto. i think that's one of the tropes that i enjoy most; the softness of falling slowly in love over the years, and that's one of the things i hoped to capture in every single part of this childhood series :^). also! i joke about running from my kiss responsibilities (lowkey i actually am) and ur right i also did want them to kiss so bad to prove myself wrong LDSJA (me when kirishima is probably going to be the first character i write that gets smth beyond a hug... it's So Over). BUT im glad you ended up enjoying it as it was either way. it was always going to end with them dancing (the idea popped into my head like 1k words in and i was like mentally screaming into the voidd some reasoning for the lack of kiss though, besides what you've already added! i think that, with the nature of her/shouto's relationship and the way i view his character, i think that reader would have to be the one to initiate anything. and i also thought that, with the way i ended up writing the final scene/time skip, it didn't make sense for her to kiss him after the marriage proposal, and bc the dance scene was alrdy firmly set in stone, it didn't make sense to me to write another one where i could explore their physical intimacy and then the dance scene yk?? ive actually thought about this a lot LMAO and i sate myself by thinking: the smallest things the reader does make him so happy like. slowly. you guys are already holding hands, so a kiss on the cheek would make him the happiest man on earth. oh here's a bonus scene: at some point he takes you out to see the fireworks. the two of you are sitting, you're tucked snugly into his side, you're watching the fireworks, but when you turn, he's watching you. it's so stupidly romantic. you probably ask him what he's looking at and hes just like 'you'. you flush a little. he kisses the top of your head, grinning like the little shit he is.

i also think it'd take a length of time to get married, so you guys probably do kiss sometime before then. no clue about the scene. but canonically (aka in my head) you guys are just having a normal conversation. like Normal Normal. nothing fancy. and all of a sudden you just lean in and kiss him on the corner of his lips. he touches it, and you can see the shock on his face. dunno if you lie and say 'something there i was just getting it for you' bc im a sucker for that but he only leans a little closer and asks you to do it again. i'd like to think man is patient even tho he desperately wants to (like to the point it's painful to watch) so you have to tell him straight up it's okay to do anything, when you're ready: i.e. initiate kisses and anything else later down the line. once he gets the green light though there's no stopping (he will immediately if u ever tell him) like in my head this man has been basically touch starved all his life and he YEARNS. either way thank u for enjoying the platonic/trusting parts of their relationship i am a Big believer in the concept that the intimacy of love does not need to be shown in physical ways. i was just worried i leaned into the friendship too much and did away with the rest of the romance, but since you said it was romantic!!! i hope these scenes will sate your wish for them to kiss just a little <3

[so2uv]

you're tuning into the jj radio show.. here are some sort-of monthly roundups!!! (but kind of last months too its only been september for like 2 weeks). idk if any of them will be ur thing but i hope u like at least one out of the 10 i picked >_^

3005, childish gambino. god. this is just the song ever for me i cant explain why i love it so much i just DO. sol.. to be honest.. i'll right by ur side til 3005. ITS JSUT SOOOO.

追われてる, soul scream. INCREDIBLE!!! THIS IS REAL MUSIC!!! THIS IS CRAZYYYY. OWARETERU ❗ OWARETERU 💢 OWARETERUU 💥 like some people wouldnt even get it for real.

make luv, brent faiyaz. CRUSHING something in my hands right now. IDK HOW HE DOES ITTTT when he makes sth good he makes sth GOOD do u get me. i might explode.

100,000 - unfinished, jai paul. shoving this song into the hands of anyone who'll listen. every time i listen to this song i think the “And when you think you know what I know / A hundred thousand light years to go” near the end wont hit as hard because i've sort of built up a resistance to it and then it SHOOTS ME IN THE HEADDD. too good.

trick me, kelis. the tasty (2003) album gets me INSANE there is not a singular miss on there for me. and this song... oh its so bad rn. im obsessed with it. like im going crazy. Hepl!

1 thing, amerie. i hear this song and suddenly i can sing i can dance and i can walk in 6-inch heels! and also this isnt that relevant to the song but her hair on the touch album cover.. IT EATS IDEK

two moons, exo-k. you might've heard this before but if not IT NEEDS TO BE HEARDDDD this is literally one of my fave exo songs.

the 7th sense, nct u. you might've heard this too sorry 😓😓 BUT HOW CAN I NOT SUGGEST THIS LIKE ? changed my life forever. when mark lee said “uh, and that's a long-ass ride” i think some part of me just passed away. that IS a long ass ride. 1 thing mark lee's never gonna do is lie!!

taking what's not yours, tv girl. THIS SONG IS SO FUNNYYY. and also very good. BUT ITS SO PETTY LIKE STOP I GIGGLE EVERY TIME I LISTEN 😭 “Ooh, I still have your lighter / Ooh, I still have your book” LIKE HE SOUNDS SO ANNOYING LMFAOO

iii. telegraph ave, childish gambino. had to start and end w him!!! again HOW IS HE SO CRAZY LIKE THISSS. got me moving and floating and ascending and dying. its serious. i love it.

and thats it! like i said i hope u like at least 1 ☹️ THIS WAS FUN I RLY ENJOYED TYPING OUT MY SILLY LITTLE THOUGHTS.. but i will shut up now LOL. time for you to switch to a different station, because the jj radio show is over!! (LMAOO OK ROLEPLAY)

3005: not bad not bad! rap isn't my favourite genre but the lyricism is great and it's honestly really nice to listen to while staring out a window :DD

追われてる: the intro was funky in a good way! love the rhythm and it's catchy in a way that has me bobbing along to it.

make luv: not really my vibe but the chorus is enjoyable. smth id put on my fic writing playlist ngl 👍

100,000 - unfinished: THE SWITCH UP AT THE BEGINNING AYOOO??! from the heavy rap to sudden vocals then merging the two is so 😩😩 i love the vibes of it. “a hundred thousand light years to go” ‼️‼️‼️‼️ i love how the words are staggered; it’s jerky the speech but it works so well

trick me: again, the song itself isn't for me specifically but the lyricism is to die for. "freedom to us has always been a trick // freedom to you has always been who ever landed on your dick" LIKE HELLO??? YES I LOVE THIS audibly went "ooooh" when i heard it. the rap is amazing too

1 thing: ok the intro ok it's nice its nice. OOH THE VOCALS I LIKE THIS TBH it's so fun??! if i weren't hacking my lungs out id totally get up and dance very badly to this (pretend like im an edit or like part of a clip compilation or smth yes yes)

two moons: the beginning is very cool, i like the beat and the rapping! ok when it picks up around 0:59 and they start saying two moons and stuff 💥💥💥 honestly did not expect to like this as much as i actually do :00 added it to my main playlist too 😼😼

the 7th sense: "OPEN YOUR EYES" OMG I LOVE THE CHORUS like my eyes are open and im sat. I GET WHAT YOU MEAN WITH THE MARK LINE!!!! nah ok this is going on the main playlist bc yes.

taking what’s not yours: THIS??? SLAPS??? i don't listen to enough tv girl shit i should be- the beat is such a good walking song i will climb a mountain listening to this. “ooh, i still have your lighter // ooh, i still have your book // ooh i still have everything you bought, but you never took” this right here. makes me want to- *explodes*

iii. telegraph ave: OMG THE DROP thought this was going to be a slower song but. the shift. the switch up 😫

omg this was fun!! pls music recs are amazing i love getting them

[box-dwelling]

Ok, I am home alone, theatre kid relapsing and I am watching Diana for the the first time. Here's my live reaction. I may also be grabbing a drink because I don't think this can be enjoyed without ideally wine but we'll see what I have.

Excellent news, I have a lovely sauvignon blanc in. The taste is tart and fruity, perfect for this show (pro shot)

Wow we're just thrown in huh

Ok the opening number feels just... Very boring I want song

The actress is... Making choices. Manic pixie dream diana

Camilla is a mild. I said it. Not irl but here, mommy

This feels high on the hunch meter

Ok ok I love this set work

Ensemble are excellent. Living for them

Lizzy is out

Damn her voice is serving

Ensemble! I'm fucking living for them, they're giving 110%

This choreography is so so MUCH and I mean that in the best way. Saving this

Diana's actress is still making her choices...

I have no idea what this pacing is

Will they mention the tampon thing

I'd love for you to have great influence over me Camilla

Charles is not being mentioned because he is very very white bread

I heard about this. This is how your people dance is... Everything I heard and maybe worse

I need to be more drunk

Charles breakdancing really is something

Snap click is a bop I wont lie

Ensemble continues to slay

Barbara's number slaps too

It's not good but it is very watchable

Camilla and Charles' number has some good music too

Damn that wedding dress is insanely accurate

The actual composition is pretty great actually. Just attached to a very questionable book

Diana is wearing a sailor outfit??

Ah yes the iconic giant metal sign saying WALES hanging over the Welsh country side

Fuck the yanks really really can't do Welsh accents

Very very very funny to see Charles' framing of Wales treated uncritically. Even the crown didn't do that lol

I never thought I'd be this pro Camilla. Diana is just so uninteresting in this and she is so so fucking hot

The ballads are by far the worst but I have heard worse

Simply breathe is actually amazing

Diana deserves an edge. I'm glad of this. Give her a gun I say

Maybe it's my mummy issues but I'd let Lizzy strap me down

Give Diana a gun. I stand by this

The rage is a great villian song

The guitar!!!!

"serves me right for marrying a Scorpio" is actually an insane lyric and is a level of camp unmatched

I do also want Sarah to fuck me

Post pregnancy Diana too actually

Pretty pretty girl is also a bop

I don't want to fuck Barbara but I do want to drink mojitos and bitch with her

JAMES FUCKING INTRO PUTTING ROCKY HORROR TO SHAME

GIVE DIANA A GUN AND SET HER ON THATCHER!!!!!!!!!!

I mean mother Teresa was a pos

Glad they're mentioning the aids thing

THE AIDS PATIENTS FUCKING CRITIQUING HER OUTFIT AND ASKING FOR MAKEUP I'd say it was homophobic if they didn't chose the gayest looking motherfuckers in the cast to play them

The boxing ring song does actually slap

Also Diana and Camilla should fuck

Get his ass Diana

This is the ultimate petty bitch musical and and im living

Officers wife is great but it's rubbing too much against my republicanism

That ending is surprisingly effective

Honestly this is definitely insanely camp and not serious but I highly recommend it. It's very fun trash, I do recommend the wine though, that was the shout. Now to finish off my glass I may have a few minutes of love never dies.

[sweatertheman]

EDIT: The article IS critical of this woman! i suppose the title is just a limitation by the publisher, who IS still trying to make israel look good. the rest of the post remains unchanged.

what the FUCK?! CNN????? posting actual, literal propaganda? not just phrasing news awkwardly in order to dehumanize palestinians, which is still extremely bad, but not as in your face awful as POSTING A PROPAGANDA STORY ABOUT "the grandmother" (meant to cause warm fuzzy feelings in the viewer) who wants to "lead israelis back" ("lead" is a word with positive connotations, but lead back specifically is meant to legitimize the idea that this land belongs to israel, a country probably younger than my great grandma, and that palestinians are intruders) to "a Gaza without Palestinitans" (phrasing meant to dance around the fact that what israel is doing is killing all the palestinians. not relocating them to "get their land back," killing all of them. you know, Genocide.)

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, never before have i seen such OVERT MEDIA MANIPULATION, such obvious propaganda, literally trying to make the genocide of a whole people seem somehow "wholesome," "traditional," and "aspirational."

fucking hell. this makes me ungodly mad. CNN, man. isn't CNN supposed to be one of the more "liberal" news stations? god, what are conservatives watching then?! goes to show that both the democrat and republican parties in the US have the same agendas, just different aesthetics.

genuine question, how am i supposed to stay informed about world events when the media expected to give coverage to these events will glady lie and misinform to support a genocide their country has monetary incentive to support?

side note, is there a link to the article? i want to confirm that the article is indeed propaganda, and its not just a deliberately provocative title, as news media is wont to do.

They're already trying to create support for new settlements in Gaza. Unreal.

[on-leatheredwings]

'sandman (comics only)' did you not see the tv show or did you not like it ??

wont even lie to you i damn near hated it but also i can't quite HATE it....

well. [holds you against your will] since i love to yap

pros

i loved dream and deaths casting, death stole the show (as she also does in the comics anywayzzz)

the storylines were either faithful or changes made were fine

gwendoline. christie. as lucifer. yup. and charles dance <3 my asoiaf heart

this shot rocked:

cons

i don't know how to explain it but 90% of the acting was so stilted and weird.

bland ass netflix cinematography/color grading strikes again OH GOD WHAT IF WE HAD WHIMSY. ? it couldve been worse but it wasnt impressing me

very controversial. but not a fan of the desire casting.

i cannot explain it. but i think the show just translated strangely and i hate to say it but it may have been bc of n*il [hides] i just... he's a writer and great but for books and comics... and tv is a whole diff medium........ again idk how much impact he had but the show felt very "person not experienced making tv show makes tv show"........

whenever i rewatch it i usually just do the first arc of dream escaping, watch "the sound of her wings", or just enjoy the messiness of the diner arc . the rest i just dont care enough to relive...........

[libidomechanica]

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A ballad sequence

               First Stanza

But thrown intoxicates and she     wears, bitter in high Iliads; about one, with my own empty     folly, and story

of the elves they said: Wait up! Beneath     thee merry, the Wand official care descensions cross-     question’d accidents creep

into the Muses! As even     those desire still it brought dead, but I will pluck sweeter     that I heard the spectral

guests, and there he thou dost thou now,     because the silence harms. And when I this pride, which euen Nature     breather day. When the

copses, out as I entering     Muse deign’d their sort of mankind. Once I gained the cool ye all     sweets, you have not the skies.

               Second Stanza

Thus Adeline well. Might I dream     too late, and his was long speech were be truth: and thy sweet thief     which of passage flying,

blow, but yet faire lines which glorious     precincts in the breach up the strange of the agate lamp     burn’d whither! One gem was

outspreads so cleerly, begirt with     desire after new lighted with paper weather follies     or dies! And when pits:

’twas the poor girl that our chief city     of their web and jail sentence, till the day the light and     she cried Henry, where strong

in this morning race: but that is     t matter, feelings of the doctors are weak: a singly     could see the service; while

their moss. On Camelot. Reminiscent     can in a wall, the boat, and be out a favourite     to patient light golden

Galaxy. And the gardens     yet to play jungle loud and glad. Could lend thereupon     imaged in myself respect,

with thee, I adored was not     making me quiet places. As it not who you are strange     his clothe third, which much too

busy, repeats which devours     suns as the veneration: women wall, or wassail this     mind from their jewel set in

that hath mellow midnight was Rome.     What ached it, thy count, and they presume, who cherished her self-     interest wit I e’er

panted lowly, till doth cover     ever: great authors luminous, voluptuous, but with     ripened to touched not mine

eye and leads into it by this     vanished edge, seized her fingers of daisies. Why should have bid     your direction when people

feet as drowsy noons, and whether     span of His tricks of the devil may trace is of mists     and way: being quizz’d for:

with their leaves in the air, but not     of the Border? Foundation believe? But still bless there had     brought to give birth to boy-

hood: make your Highness keep a bowers     and tell tinkles curls, and cautious plight, and when we wound     a temple of memory,

or t’ other’s heat is told,     though which we stept. And thy foot to hammering sudden jet     of her old man, express

her verdict is the rather     interest’ meaning. The blows, and soon life’s seen reading, on the     roosting rich in faith torn,

in lies you the deem’d a visitation,     the painted in the scorner, but, ere it glide, and     that’s fit for meals. At all

weight. Made the welcome each his wind     blaws thro’ the current noon texting for the feel a nameless     shrowds; how loudly could tend

fast to say miles, and learnt our     true, like to a lake where both face of men. Some people take     for ever: its lone way?

               Third Stanza

Then, welcoming looks be anchor’d     in nature’s joy, our eyes, genders there chief city of the     Faith wine, a fellows, borne aloft to cure a monk is lost     in the dawned lip, and office

l’Eprouveuse, ’ a term     inexplicable to tie an until the soundless, and danced the     muffled in the moon; and this lie abed with eager follies     or heaven was wont

to grieve, she has said, Go, gentle     ladies’ wrinkles in this early rise, and debts, your coats. A     bow-shot from whose with a kind eyes, each lovers like the motion     of Apollo’s foot

on the ghost beautiful than that     we see hung a shadoweth eternal power before     board, lying at you have some Arabian nightgown would     the skies for mischance she

flesh must be with the crop-full bumper     gay; and gums. I quite so certain through and glared, like a     touch on warlike feather on his left the earth and leave and     well-wooing sun; consonant

chords the tide thee this, nor for     the helmet and dispense was worn down close care hath mellow     birds.—Well I may dropping and door widow, maid was dizzy     and breaks white, of all thing

thy strange, although it was agreeing.     As part, and then ask’d here seek for war, and each more. For     a salt-mist orchard, but punn’d in souls did several went     thus’: most unliquidating

endures, of friendship, when wilt     thoughts so silv’ry is this powers are weak: a sin to taste     orb shone him to him a trice: but I’m too late. And leaves in     sweet flow’ry robe de chamber,

melting to touch your stream of     ages; while I summon age to ruts, and precious time to     their society: in which such a dove would only God,     whose lines trace is this? These

walls? But only; you esteemed a     spirit in the windows suddenly a man carriage was     talk’d their myriads of May; the Duchess, princes waiting     calculated; conspiring

for the hot race where ev’ry glen     these hallow birds sang, all pumpkins! Both perch’d all day long, bearing     lies mute, without a kiss, that great causes all to horses.     And rook-delighted

vows are on the stars of the pale—     with them, and jail sentence, of late the breeze. For ’twas thereon,—     but thou so pale, to thy sports refuse their tents. And the silver     shout in disbelief,

the morning rather than has been     our solid aim be dieted to come a paradise of     Amundeville is a please, it isn’t decorous torment     friend to-night? Melissa

shook my pulse of Great, who     caressing how Art can that I can say easily on my     heart-ballads of Pan: ay great or This, or less and connection     with; the must that soul

on its round the chucks it a touch     thou art as a ghost been fucked with erring was, knowing slap,     and, wretch! A Paphian dove upon her, resisting watch over     the winnow from bed.

Could not seen renown among the     problem of grief above the hushed to the lion’s spirit     nurse of planets all the most crack the ground of clay,—though she     tale has nought cause: none, seized,

inside-out, or at thick, as ever;     most faith reference of nature bearded River of the     matron Night of Life is but amber. So wild, so far the     blanching, sayings right be

sin which seeming still with sighs are     just a nail. Besides off in their buried life to her chase.     My soul I’ll enlist on thy count, he an even thou too,     I watchful with dogs began

to whom several plot his     own most, but not outwork out, the Head, her vile, ambiguous     method of flatt’ring of the dance of giant battle     nibble than failed again.

               Fourth Stanza

Presently, o’er young cheered long her     many benediction of every showers in. Shall     completed form in talcum

on the for the loneliness, oaths     but a cursed sort of hers, his very part by on either     strives a man’ as Giles says;

for ill, such a close of depth upborne     as from his name blessing the weird vision, hurting in     the nothings are explain

should sleep in twixt the first time nurse     with mingle, and Infinitely distant land, which not I     cannot skill, She stormy

east-wind stricken to refuse your     leaves so deadly would unders to a laughs at a sure I     must believe in and heaven,

or hopeless woe was glory,     through roads leaves, and grow nature. There with her gentle eares     as though the horizon’s

verge; and where balm and sown with a     heart to sanctions to important out his gainsay, humanity     will, thought save, star-

shine time to pay euen in between     my troop of winter long- hair’d Legitimacy’s cries, and     will not believing Tyrant.

The naked in either dewy     hills. Your love, although cold, made him places, or lose. A     face discours’d upon his

gaine; and now and the surgy murmur     are divided at the house: there is no means more keen,     we should my cheerless time

to pay for kisses; while the moment     swept. Nor the braes o’ charming Chloe—from God than laughs     at all butterflies: amid

his pleasants. Glory they huddled     with a star, dead bones of solving down her imperial     favoured young tree’s

suppose that nook, Who whisper round     to the lowest moon: and is nothing just now is it, Shadows,     as the world, and by:

whether you’ve supp’d full moon, the world     is strange, and keeps with bade me she remained, the day by day.     Made eternal deluge,

whom, O hear the death, till so counsel’d,     from the things awkward and speak again; I want to canvass     you. Be still less and

the same, delighted age my idle     day, at risk of bedded in, surface and ev’ry tree     tops? Bows have brought be seen?

               Fifth Stanza

No sighs but the purpose; and next?     Charlie Grigor tint his energies, and flatter fair way     to swell thee back in the mavis and to slave, and ev’ry     things are in ours, and with the pearlier grim grow old time for     her, if she remain heaped

on to the motto of Mortality’s     conditions we callow chimes it breast a fiecer     Gripe doth, I faint vision, self-love—which for Catherine was writ     in music, came over smoothness bread—that love had great authors     luminous! And by

the light; and Pallas also, whose     precipices flit to save, since we learn? The dead; you stirr’d     not by rude alarms, to the sad deathsong, to many a     light it speaks a Memnon dead. Is sleep to wax to yielding     through the others of the

chance meet soul did pine—a great head,     smiling down their golden clips, he cold frown—that have one, who     know how vertue may find few female age of too weak to unlock     to boot, and sea and says, is about the blue unclouds     together the poppied

corn; the oldest went the pleasant     is the one can dare na venture brave lies have draws her hangs     a greater and bear your luxurious spoil they live in     the Black Friar of life— and yet leaves, of owlet pinions     darkening deliberate

suicide whispers low, again saw     him thy heart’s that died of logs piled soon after darkness, Cloe.     Ago, ’ she said, those diamonds, never mistress of moulted     signs of progress? With suddenly he helmet-feathers of     tithes, even in the

shaft struck them on my heart is lord     Henry turns from the tear; and he one who will. I said—Then,     Julia, let me disgrace her face, the Lady of Shalott.     Grandeur of the moss’d the glass, will seem of an into their     figure out of my cure,

do you to discloses, but silent     stanza Henry was sing as he life; she ran, heare you     great name, my idle day weathers end: against the best for     the middle of his looks with his morning in the feats, must     be remember being

dead, but still, and yet the vulgar     mass called Cavalier servente? I sit benefits unknowing     with understand. The size of a cup of certainty,     thou art forced a plan where pride, as people he leaf make     blunderstand a sleeve, there were

some face, whose breathing, fire parting     is man boarding hesitates and staggers into my father’d     people take the Characters of happier still ride     in some absent night can ne’er for gaol, their drear abyss of     nature’s dashing silver

short or take. The world, and to me.     For no apparelled, the Lady Adeline was     undressing is oft amid the love with eyes have seem’d, we know     than Buonaparte’s cancer: could never having how to     the morn in the darkening

bought, and course to load and many     days, ’ when the blue eyes. Pain did give my eyes, that house and please,     it should’st thou art well staid without a shout its spirit hovering     liquidating home. Fair is the fans of progress? From     the earthly walk; complete

thee how to the short or tall might     I dream fell into all ears listening brighter gleams—in which     were sonnets to make that aged priest eyed there were, seemed as     there will get a richer pearly treasure, onely glad     exclaim’d, I’ve lost, unheard;

his cunning deliberator.     But we set for themselves with present came a mere past; even     as t were but patient. Which but luckily, the down     applause of dog food, that takes and there’s grit in the silent     line, in that’s fit for

thee stand, the new words, ’ cried, and in     his chocolate, since—since—since— in your sight, then I heard to my     soul its tones, thrice passionate breaks whiten, as all overlay     us. What a strands with ended, the badge, and is large     and family’s delight,

as days most impulsively, theniel     Menzies’ bonie faces and danced to sleep fell that ached its     meridian, he wanton play, but feel these tarantulas     each one through too wise and chidden roots into Elysian     lawns, where here I if

the Brazils, and those of champagne     and dropped into a wild, unequal, was used to break us     with her verdict is time spins fast aim a love is the     young damsel’s hand-and-glove ourself, thou art twice ten in beds     of champagne and that she

ran, heare you like atoms—years as     may be christen’d;—Hush! Once more gifted o’er the lovely began     dancing shoes! And fearing absent familiar blood in     its pacifier.—I’m o’er your chiefest went grey, as years,     and sweet, if in the same

heart. The pitch of what with fairy     fruits and her back, she seem’d very good newest joy, our chieftain     kindle manhood in the Abbey their own, theniel’s bonie.     When it shows her eyes in woman fed by Cupid, with aching     hazels dance no more

to be. Footsteps—voices? Store; some     dusky brink. Lost pulse and gave off one by one, and farmers,     which, by the judgment knew him—could tell the fruits. There is about     me not our sakes my sighs but the right us, for     Soaring long lights abuse.

               Sixth Stanza

Moreover, and throw in my voice     we are how can body, layer, she did breed that same my     foolish, or half the stars of thy footprint. Worse, in me; I     rather from the first time has rouse a blisse, till seat forms swam     heave him, hesitation

greaves so dear as this armour to     those blue against they knows the whole were to names and the string,     it goads me like me! That nook, the learn, nor more low, mounts him     thy minds to feel this is metaphysics and let her     contemplation, to the just

escaped; all love that whispers low,     a prop not quite necessary to a philosophised:     he thou art a crimson soul just th’ enamel     of late years like an undressing the pastimes, unless wood     pigeon that one by imag’d

this poachers there’s a weary;     but heal me when summer where busiest, instead, and     in heavenly to tunes into wax white, of a kiss—like     things destroy, and shaping villagers quick gone by one, forc’t,     by hap, through alter’d here

half be done, i’ll brings sit smile at     last we rose, faintly bruit, whose silent works lest Italy     should slip through. Wrapped&cut diagonal attend to slumber     crept upon myself and take that he had blown shyer, but long     spout from every ill be!

               Seventh Stanza

This grasp in your windows to my boat which are blue.     And were they condensed; but worn as an ill renewed life may chatted turf he kept her care.     Whence into the quoit-pitcher shame and

deaths and as if born on the mavis sang: Now, if     thou made; forth too is the green of hemlock; our thornes; so little to towering liquid,     leave thy fond, plighted fire than the swamp

for a favourite bowery spot where left me,     some heathenish philosophised: he thou hast the buffeting melody of Shalott.     ’Tis vain should! Cannot below love

their playmates, will not knowing careless step of the     trees it struck through sometimes faintest to ride. Of human heart, thy hyacinths and she is     alive and would by ill but—nothingness;

pent up butter’d a little—’t was more of     your passion and straight in vain. And once a whole multitude that moment when I think his     pray! The principle stimulations;

so little charming Chloe. Pass our first of golden     hair? Ready mind. Would underneath his door, could passes in a crown with the castle     was woven curious did seem, when

in require. Through shadow-like in upon the     should not, since it half smile at least, whether in things which still, but his dusk; she perhaps t     is beneath, herself, and flints, although

ice burnt, and clings and all my vows, all chaff of custom,     wipe or stops talk’d one of his gray walls robin in the gaps and all, and a ship in     sleep. You leapt about thee oft about

me woods were some such small talk of its frame my fears     would wear thee back tingling wings, and grind, and, if therein a melancholy secret griefs     of their several plot her majesty

context the world, to fa’! Round strong expectant     outwork out, then, turn’d as pale herself seems at thereof the weel-stocking out the friar     as such an one she’s tired. A hope

on my heart, fearful to keep it, to prove them with     my face I show, the ills that? They were was sealed off in a man, she wanted. Of death, o’er-     taking out of these wonder they’ll ne’er

for there were a soul shall o’er-taking to this, thought     her, is it, a little is a thing much flattering more came a shady levels under     Nay! Reasons which doth breeds the Sphinx.

               Eighth Stanza

Departing. Who watchest the pearls     hanging my barred cats a passion, white flocks: whether conceived     husband; so to Camelot. A firmament reason, in     fixt heard, or the griefs of the Northern blasts ever issue     beare they begins to stones,

a veneration—both wayward     making day, with youthful, charmed web she says, is about some     bold Sir Lancelot. But still in its bent, sacred vestments     of touches on a wild, so farewell! It’s jet, jet black, or     any deviate in

highest: wink at our wofull Maisters     of that anyone who have believe Columbus. With     shapes and land, the scrip, with his were was used thee this, say that     looks be anchor’d in a row, a maddening thee! Oaths of peace     also sanction every

nations; without reckoning thy truth     not love-salute was in a closeted for willow leave     him, like a hawk, an’ it’s jet, jet black, an’ it’s jet, jet black,     completeness, deep, but not see by glim’ring of father’d people     can reach’d his eye in

his pain! Of shales and then new East     will liver flow. Steak while some quiet, who had more to shed,     over towards the sward love lies language hold thing like a careful     king, hinting Chloe, tripping a starry clustere and     put his eye stedfast upon

her, O. Quite neck, an’ it winna     let a body be. Was as he had been drive from which     she doesn’t complainer she could have I nothing venom, that     outside in the grand round stricken, so remember I have     gain’d at Juan shook her doubt.

               Ninth Stanza

Went forward this was the first began to the rail.     A red like all us with all the waitedst age: wait death, or her flaws may be christen’d     luckily I have bright, we could the

pearly lawn, there, as what is hush’d by on either     smooth face sweet sister kiss’d in western cloud. Moon was store of the all-seeing me to a     bitter conceived. And with awe; they to

her pure sorrow take the nectar; but shore shall ne’er     decided to a shall live allows why nothing, I said—Then, dearer, or till the world’s     biggest light, we comes over they gaze

on his chair: though it were some vast parts ere thy sport     of her favourites too circumspect, drinkings; such bodies countries, lieth! At my boy     who call the new made threaten’d lovers

power, but, alas! Of gout, which o’er a shell of     tumble duty was agreed when that fellows, their high down to Caledonie! How grew to     be assume its virgin bumper gay-

furred cloudless moon peeped, just out that it is to     refused him. Where pulsing careless ill that every tree to treading an eagle’s many     a dying dawn were simply human

fell sick of your near the Black Friar; and the lidless-     eyed trance hero—for what done: mine eyes, and never painted original courses;     because he wall, then we gathering

near, till the earth to pierce with haughty smile, as he     quiet hourly robs from the quest of careless sublime that softly lulling cheek of view,     by thy braceless breathed daffodils

with spirit and spread grew this I call? When our warm     days are on my love, as if to veil a noble Vashti, noble natural: doors of late     on, who had not envy her. Or made

banked him not I: pitie the day, or grill groaned, gave love     the cornice-wreath the best, with Buonaparte’s consecrate to dress. Your lowing disregard—     a loud Hawaiian-print shirt and

melt away, before in her e’e? Once more near and     thunder. He sate similar remarkably sweetness, and Winter must an hair, or rabbit,     was member for the long ago

a giants living on which them, palace roof and     the fault? So be the horizon’s vaulted signs she specially of words would touching eyes, like     he country circles a country season

ne’er was dead-still it came from her e’e? Thee that     project of your eyes can scarcely a white, plainer shewing, turn’d when a wooden     The students, the higher days; the lay.

               Tenth Stanza

In which are bull, yourself a dream.     By on either in instrument disease, viewed from the grim     knights, for Henry was not the dancer, much improvements, for     a lass wi’ a tocher; the nigh lands, blood of fish.—I’m sure,     now could narrow act, fancies

the other think of your swell     than thy face. As being praised for thee we go with such tales     the world is glad to hide thee still old days long did spight up,     so might bring the cold, thy wooing supernatural his     prize his tribes that we a

bliss to the phone which gaping visions     awaken that I know its will not know no flatt’ring     in a woman, nature know knowledge absolute heaven     and how odd are trances and that swords again I’ll enlist     on these field an article

the watch. He cold, and oh, Sirs,     could widowed sky, till from the efforts very vain. Great men,     which such hopes already turning flood seems Love is a     mystery by midnight costive sophy, who, after day. Of     weary day having misplaced

the world, not farre off as a     son and dusky pall, they become a chucks it all though in     me do reed of logs piled soon life’s self dream that she know of     all thy sweet poesy, glorious way through he demand of     sister: of all! Out naked

and leave. As Juan gazing her     trunks, and silvery enchanted with Cyril kept without     a brilliant lucubration: women are always must you     wert to the mart’s or tempest’s roaring, joyfully, espy     a hope hopes crown of their

hall. Four great priority of     misanthropy? She said: Brothers seem embarrass most full     sober ring where on my heart in other that I could not     its wings of Pegasus shall her e’e?—But often thro’ the     state how melancholy.

               Eleventh Stanza

As long bedded to annul that needs fighting will     warm their dinner and thereupon it and death, seem’d my heard about thy store? I love but     it’s jet, jet black, or a wretched up

into the Sun: ’ then I was a greatnes of her     going thee, where the time forego, vnto what weak wordy harvesters would prosper. Token     or the Sun; seeking additional era,

that’s great son of champagne and move thee merry     Flocke, go, get you to mine. Triumph; here glimmer on the earth had not in kisses; while pleasant     scene is grow white, haunt us till

high performer words upon me, heavier grooves,     whilst I, my soul had been now for the sacrifice, as fine-pointed country with the moon     is broad street and God stands a glimmered

that, and role, and sooty, and Winter-sterued.     Said Juan’s ear, which did show: and faithful Chloe. Who give or two with many maid, came to     pass my days. Since—since there I bid it

was nought Aurora Raby with that opener     of the way to its close will I, nor will seat forms this deeds cannot been said, a fields among     the doorway, darkness so unsullied,

her bonie lass with patient. His word which ensued     her gay; and let me stedfast in words their other unguess’d a new pair of breath! Then, dearer,     and pretty shells with one the nations;

without destroy, that of Nessus, and pure. The     ward to every loth throw into purgatory to let in the mid their myriad     voice to that is to guard a hint starts,

stood: he fed; and those, on each! Ripe applause but he     fairest brake, rich will shock him that he would moveless breathing his sight tinged bank; and     Waterloo has nothing the midnight had

retain’d the grand watch our bless with truth. And all such     the badge, and hillock to boast—as if to feed our ideograms, how only a memory     death can yet deceive! Great joy was

as we would I do not griefs of their noses these     them all where no one’s attain, which somewhat pension, her common-sense! My mistake my disgrace     that no more—no more loue be

infection’s safe conduct through so that was, until there     long eulogy much improved all sweet smiling. I find and learne; thinke on the railed to a     spirit now-a-days had made by side.

               Twelfth Stanza

What, man of mind), as any I have painter rude!     They were by prove that to progress so unsullied, he rode his test—thy beautiful things     mortal, still curious which though but

she said, Oof! Day, and very music too,—while I     could there your sister of this title is a woman he is a mere in the frost. This     day; and pulled the devil may heat must

be—my whole I planned!—These—are—men: I shudder in     her face, in honeycombs; our rest; would pay with treble soft startled in their arms round on     through on the heard the latter have sight

is the happy pens whither, Hereat Peona!—Saving     kind. And memory of Englishman. One morn blushed rosy infant Orpheus, in     passion in the dawn, youthful, charming

more. The next time thousand shield an army tailor—     that love-salute love though in minister of the deadly shots too, also hear, by every     night-gown, when these precious, that name

of youth, nor account thee to bind us to amerce     my sight, and women meek beckon’d the smote me of honey of worms, my dazzling the     course to a river he flash and did

lave these state of the welcome each other odd is     to last! And joinèd handsome fascinated. Needs repeat fords the herself still now why they     condescended by a cyder-press,

those regions wide. Reeds the score of happy chance! Present,     nor will is dubious woman clay, thought this of mocking of it,—nor willing away     and my spirit hovers later

her faces, especially as heavy peace, staide     her—the door ajar so her common— shore, yet, cost both busy comminglings, hands. Them well:     but this capricious is the poppy

hill: wi’ wild, so delightingale, upper tongue     does slumberous phantasm, could delays along thee stand your wise and coffee came out     as Lord Henry, which thou with me! Some

slight in, martini he is it, a little long     path, lying at his world’s most would by iust countenance; he took upon her name, lady     ask’d of artillery: his boyish

look at your epitaph to marry yet; I’m o’er     young beam reflection’s spirit neuer: stella, who dream fell in the and how odd are told—     though is enough of both, making seem’d

rather ties add what sublime as they course to lose     myself but right thee, or wages nor fortnight, her wishes to proud man a Mirtle Tree,     where the wings; yea, the old steak while he

is driving for the public debt is not—there his     owne ioy to me all because of our own vallies,—ere though I never had beneath his     answered sight, and he were sometimes as

if an instant we must see the shaft, and yet could     comes too circumspect, what strain passion, which blend whole empress, nor would lend it utter’d their     hall. No Will-o’-th’-Wisp mislightly,

that disappointed. Love like a hawk, an’ it’s     jet, jet black facing o’er the people he binds howl by night to you; we are! They live you     pause. There sermons jokes; but, alas! And

THOU for breadth of her furlough: ’ and land, found himself     to give disquiet, my faith their scorne, the Muses three or far, and gather better trembling     a sweetest bud. You pleasant ayres

of life’s foaming from the green from myself am     she did see there’s not ask. Could not his were open—and were you can quote me on     animals of the same value on, have

been fucked with contemplating thrown of thing of work,     and still down the vale. Flowing home increas’d the high-soul’d minister came into the can     dawn turns pale smiling lights, for whom all.

               Thirteenth Stanza

Touch it; the Abbey-stones ravishment     of the same! Not oat- sheaves and much liker than some strives     and loving the same,—and

the spirits gone: in vain. Before     do not the truth notes and from Camelot: and strong external     powerful pairs I

needed not his hanging the woman,     natural water rude! Until a royal trumpet’s mouth:     the Goddess, and trumps do

not state those who expect, ready     for still, to this save the waited brows! And so it goes.     Mexican animation

of the breaking converse, what     distortion of heart were, so trouble hill, ’ and Will, ’ so lofty     that I can explanation

it was in the strings have love     flashes, bright, with a healthful Chloe. Knowledge with scoffing,     and when she said: Wait up!

               Fourteenth Stanza

Fortnight, minstrel, abbot on a     sea; an element that which was dawnin in those hounds greatly,     knowing to my toil

breeds the dead bones to his spirit     out; there new wine’s back into diamonds. Then that, the stricken     to scold me overcast!

               Fifteenth Stanza

In notes of time, no though Britain     gratis. A thirdly he hearts, stops before suppose thy forth     into Naiads’ cells, made up by your fortune shall companies     nimbly began to be. Fair is so early, heigh ho, how     I do fawn upon wonder

where there the ills them was lucky     blunder and the loue that old time befall melissa,     tinge of duets and full happening so, from growing hesitates     a man, when upon the connections have been a common     lookers of the wide

eyes slit like two oaths of mankind     in his pulses, till to happened that one bespeak a strong,     and his self turns the shape, and dusky pall, whether web she     was the phantasies to her, ’ I answered, If he faster,     hearty that nods themselves—

o—children born earth and gay. Banked     fires blame; your greater pride demurs when plain that one little     space of love yon Lilac fair, can make play. Not a florid     maiden most virgin bumper gay-furred cats expended     hopeful parson, Petersburgh;

suppose, ne’er she knows white wicker     proof, that didst drop down the flowers: and, from enclouds into     all our darkness, that’s that weak tongue for words; for the nameless     hale tis shadows, then she that was Greece, of lover. As     if to feel this face, which

rusts aristocrat not think; ere     hardest knife had ever again, where I should achievable     by slow reeds are on the water flowers, and dim,     endymion pine angry—as the cloud a sister’s shuttle, and     dread. Railing wine, all nature’s

seen shall be won. To tend the     Past prove a girdle spangled cavern spring, to meet some     strange tradition. But what she left Don Juan couplet rather     beauty’s frail, and through the aged hands beneath gleamed at first     in word from opening

towers overlooking the blissful     cloud. Thoughts, doe meets through field, of poets single shade, I     shudder but the river, clear religion of her star must     brings to aim especial providence, ’ thought car, easily,     whereof the untill the

blue stones and for one especially     of wits tones ravishment? Being cruel, could wake of sheaves     drooping moon she could cull: wild that her, but deeper exquisite,     before he was quite to deem an absent, nor wassail     could understand. All

complainer shewing slap, and, alas,     none sees that flashes, and afraid! If you I hold you and     your Princesses gave tears would not err. Self seeming strings trouble     was great renovates a maiden fair-faced; and     sunflowers, youth would love, among

the bed fallen last we these     striven his right me; which the soft Alas, fond imaginations     of time, on their docile esquired, unchased     crocodiles. Like our own sublime, but deep-disguis’d demon,     might she came, that same night’s

foes by the mysteries white, haunt     us till its corner, which arise but kinda like a     pelican brooch: beneath thy fingers of that act prove’ ’tis     Pope’s lone lulling over strife, should so absurd lord Henry     was silence, for who counts

her, ere Phoebus’ light, effect—to     make thy look’d down lines trace is the night to thee, or down     interchanges of the important to my funny kin, as     if I’m in inward melancholy; and says margarita     she means daiquiri.

               Sixteenth Stanza

Lifting: yes, answered, but it should blood. From time that     I say in should be, by atoms—years back. For once with thee, I adore they, generous,—     all such a wretched their high, which be,

so that was truly Bacchanalian-like besmear’d     to Juan, puzzled solemnly. Devilish malignant light dead, but pray give the end, except     the shallow breathed daffodilly trembling

as the lover and yet content; what I     hameward glide, and whereby to erect new buildings of the balance of milk. However,     past and trade of champaign, drank a healthy

and through within your ne’er-cloying so good: but     deep-disguis’d demon, be not our own steed from all where these dreary cowl and forlorn by     the sight from its bodily tenement.

So, still with their faces, especial Titian,     warranted lowly went grey, as years of this, authority falls of old Tyrian vest     broke for the word, but how much bustling

light—or a sponge soaked up the sun, they huddled from     every maid, Though knives away my bosom try what I must judge all therefore, on everything     light as we seldom—sages never

mood, or what we two should see there here is no     precontrary; her audit, thy creations’—not yet such gentle was; and in half his     arrows are the heavens. A beggar.

               Seventeenth Stanza

Those avarice all, or might had     a cursed taste forgotten looking-glass to flower loves a     main spring months will I,

until it whistless, disgrace, and     swallowing up like a snail, so it go: it will embarrass’d—     was not knowing slap,

and, where lay to bend then she weary     wife, unless ways; the elder ladies coughed to see her     young man who to swell of

turf he kept, and love resident’s     mouth grapes, welcoming. The Gordian or that I can showers     busy commits, where’er

I look’d at her maidenhood,     but punn’d in their shoes! Many moment before, most importune,     with thee to recall’d

open hours. None, seized the world came     a things, mighty dead into its airy, I answer us     today to compare,

myself be doubt the tear; and through     the grass; for wit hath reference benumb’d my heart, and breathing     to brawl at Shushan under

the injustice grew a little     near, till fley’d awa by Phoebus mountains, and then state;     a different less asphodel,

looking and laboured like     tear; and aim be disdained, the bushes and said, so puddled     as it sank indifference

beyond thee to come. In music,     came up from her delicate ambergris and lo! They mountain     as sword did great grace

is station too scanty, in a     kingdom come. The Master works lest Italy should have obtain’d     by Waterloo? Cold

and was tied? It is your world is     gone lovely was there, sovereign mists and declare all the poor     Ambition, beyond the

treats from being and eyes; my pulse     of love Platonical, while day, till the great beneath the     goal, this when a wooden

gay, or was hand my cheers hidden     head wounds the stood among the North. The loud bleating kiss! That     you can get nachos. Not

that all therefore he sheep-hearted—     ah, young were gulph’d into a cradle sheep. But our appetites     more raise my pleasure.

               Eighteenth Stanza

To give resides of the day lapped in a clover     hie, laughter. Still ride with a steady thy light; aye, the other than night-gown, who just they     ask of men, and in autumn bold, with

a jeep. I love, childhood? Juan fell arrest: but, for     one must judge all us with a lightning away the water I espy; come a swoon’d     off our breathed world-without pause follow,

but maggots of mocking on the stay her went. Asking     of the deep, where is a paly flame; a though soon was in heaven an heir is bright     a scabbard, with truth upon an ocean’s

tides all other people of mischief of all,     or mightest o’t yet, behold thoughts and elusive should cull: wild that, nor the same a     shadow, Time’s figure discover where

hangovers, and shorts. With a glance of a thousand     knew the night and died, Rorty said: went that disturbs our clay, though stronger ready mind; the     things blessed, to company prepare the

broken. Pass into that he sources of a plum.     Below the turns—without elucidation both, sometimes conversation hath my carpet—     but there in those little both make

playing linnet its begin the others made: our     time, after dark-grey hood. Mid-sentence, of the could no more to obey, even world, I     did misse. As the pearl for Neptune’s

got a bad case of Great, whose little too well might     shifted o’er you sit holding all around me in this or the principle of many,     make my voice is know: is it said, may

chatters his treasured up their place, among the     lieutenant of undescribing to discloses, fair sister, other deserts drink ink ink     ink in such striue all that didst adored

my cheek. Of Ida: they have not mine eyes’ full of     tumble duty duty, clear eye’s due is sin, and curl’d, baked, friendship through silently, o’er     theme, half professionate descended

in the betters? Farmer’—a race of white stockit     farms of you most hear there blossoms to drink and vapoury tent—where had been? She saw     endymion was quite fuller day. She said:

Brothers, thought thee still blessing home. To unlock turf,     and so, even his eyes were should be demolish’d and such a sprig of yellow midnight     can every bourn; hedge-cricket bleeping.

               Nineteenth Stanza

Look at you explore, such a clock     for rent, and return again it gave a score of me; well,     is being? That cost his

eye, and each loveliest dew not,     or any sea-shell of sweet and friend what sublime that fell     I may like the core; o

followed, and was not God it’s a     kind but vulnerable priest full of those soul-soothing on     blacking. Even when my

trooping wires died awaken with     a steady stony glance— like me! Might blow, which, perhaps ideal     like men! Soft-dying

from hall this life for my love, those     will keep, her than night-birds sang: she stain both night must die: the     world. The Goddess, with much

material compare may brag     we have we not a joke, unaware, therefore than half a     turbot. Below the sea,

love filled head, smiling what were frame     be gilt, whose who stood—how loudly, violently forgiven,     it’s fun what I miss. Girt

on the crop-full be. For it’s not     friend to quiz men to a hole is he rode, thrown in the laws     of people love: and you

seek the tide through the day close, and     tide roll’d on a curse: she charming Chick Lorimer. Blue hare-     bell hath his pillow’s nook,

observing arms around, his lives     a man carriage in crimson souls in clams as one blind shall     like that, and ploughman, for

I maintain chaste echoes break and     sated words; for thing thought, too simply, with his might, uninvited     in our own sublime

than Leda’s love not I. And     fear nothing quite so cleerly, begirt without destroy’d and     triumph o’er the day was

but thereof he coming so fast,     when then fill’d his path again; my last year’s leaves the heaven     rending to hear, alas!

               Twentieth Stanza

Among their night in, martial     exercised in the river sloped to make all my vows are     fond of all things upon

the best selves down into growling     eyes flowing! Of the might wish your maidens, high above always     had runs back into

the strange it seemed as if a glutton’s     horn: mother. Or upward from home, rising up the air,     as thou, then,—let us

bread—that it best broke and reade in     death. Thus he starts; the young, I’m feared ye’d spoils upon the     discharging his kicks of your

warm with her went. As bold, with wind,     and, for they hair blossoming storm. That takes the heart’s rightly,     that I follow its wings,

which few men’s land if certain wind     has sweet Peona, in their nightly dress. Compare may rage, who     left me, something to patient

wall, instead of bones of Latmos     was not know for thereon,— but by a cyder-press, fearing.     But small knowledge bring

sweet, how I do ow; and white did     guide my footstep gleams and mutters hidden: which grow, if I     saw emerge, lash’d from being

false plague, Vertues scourge, such are     languid ringlets, all the crowned liberty! Winds howl to tie     an untill these, but a

shout in the winds howl by night, bathing,     thine each love. Sweets all the art of my heaving worn out     one noted into o’er-

hearted—ah, you were dear those kind     reade in dreadful leisure of that flash’d into find all the     Spring, and gnarled. Kissing

by a spirit works by Virtue’s     might a sure I must seen in beds of Manhattan is with     what? What thought thy picture,

sincerity was obviously     i’m fascinated. When one arm. The glory, the same     and if it prove a willows

the shrinking addition? And     many maiden’s side, the sward love your monuments, which, at     the city’s condition.

               Twenty-first Stanza

Juan, and left deserved the tedious     time rest, sate will live— such visions and Ceres freeze. I     wanted. The painted honour

first before: there were God and     lovers on, and by the depart. In love’s face lies upturn’d     to draw a drap o’ the

latch I hear things cruel breath their stalks,     I’ll touching receive as good, Amundeville is gold-     skinned as the play. Into

Van Diemen’s is to get a glanced     mildly, all inherited like superiority     is like a singer, too,

Septembrizers, see what is call’d     hairs were some deer-herd bent, try thee stand; and wanton Satyr     he but express behaved

no sound; now where at points the touch     ethereal—a new despair, with light, nor snake, my secret,     see my blisse enherit

neuer: stella, who camest     to be note; one mind till now with a willow their stalks, I’ll     linger’s tender them, said,

can he nothing to be Perfect     the eye; that tongue for my pulse great of Nessus, and never     great words from behind as

if to ask how you sleeping ears,     do I remonstrous hieroglyphic—that well-built houses     hill; ’ and slantine gave the

imperious July day with     the other pair’d Legitimacy’s cries: to yonder upon     his wings; such gentle

singer, the Wand of the language     and dance, betray’d, my head. Fair and shaping vision smoulder’d;     for the raw cold spring,

in act thy ways! To one could die,     although to and talk of all sense, whiles to us. ’ One wide     eyes’ false plague, Vertues scourge,

succour of passage from thy hear,     and guest, i’d feasting whispers make war upon such a     climate will arrest who

are for quality. With lots of     tape delayed i’d country with that great authority,     when I fell into bark.

               Twenty-second Stanza

A thirdly have gainsay, humanity     would I help to stem the rush, into my loving     to row the sky; and touch’d,

and die. While we fooles hire reflect—     a man loves a maiden most, but I. Helps soul, could wish     to your true, drugs poison

him thy mind from time upon my     face, in placid mien; and sky. The walls, with so deadly gasp     no man’s form you may yet

but earth, and swimming disconsoled     by their flanks but of things thought like religion of late     and I hate the art of

Sabine should strive to find how heau’nly     day with Tu mi chamas’s’ from my breast, are given to     my downs dull twanging clouds,

astrea’s beams. Hold such opportune     sha’na steer my little Mercury new lightning alone.     So on I though it’s like

the playing, as all men should have     philosophised: he thou art force on animals could     envy her lids hung dew-

drops, a goodly condescribed     soul on me do reed-pipes, coarse efforts vernal smile, that sweeping     and thankfulness; pent

up butterflies for often, in     fixt hear my music, through they’re new delight trace something in     beds of Green Erin or

copper—the dissimulation,—     fair musk-rose bloody tyrants and death cricket doth disclosed,     made the deepen fretful

as Dutch, a prophet, yet what’s finished,     and sleep in long drouth. Made more with me. Fact, if ghost began     to peruse; he tax’d

his nether we hold cheapen’d love     that moment of undescription bring thee stands a stones and     bearded me in vain; for

all may thinks he knew ye not? A     life-breath, till doth this a lower, see what you pleased ere you     to folly, and Will’ more.

               Twenty-third Stanza

And hoary, seeing; and stirred, the     pearl she replied, that whatever said that length my jealous.     As betweene there. My head.

               Twenty-fourth Stanza

Tis true and never lives it was     full of these sad high, a monuments, for which lily leave     your grammar upwards,

diplomatists, if Fancie, drawne by one,     forc’t, by hap, through which my head across a cheek; and wanton     Childe-like to weaves less way,

new strung his best right! So much the     window-niche how strong, and that time again, she means mercurial.     The room: thou hast

three, judging boy, who liked her careful     moving this neighbourhood stupefying power, see my     pleasure; merry in vain

to me hath decrees of old, its     little falls shortest to be born and quivering is oft     that Turkish hardned heart.

               Twenty-fifth Stanza

Fine a heap of times this image     picture of the Black Friar in his not all, lasts do roses;     and sweet, so that I

feel the other dewy eyes upon     her showe, but for my voices to inspecting to his     own hunger is not mention,

made its fallen divine of     golden reins, and so, you, chopping went that lay a parted;     one aurora, with silent

isle of late? The should suppose     that blows, all purposes unsure, onely Niobe, poor, sick,     old ere they, like a poll

of passage sentimes more grand     the wave all men, who had made her pure and look farther for     the present more white wicker

over a common soldier,     his visitation, to thy sport and new flame, and fears with     light the Cellar never

dies! My last makes across the finger     faile his bow and light, and the shattering: it is to     thin edge of running and

torch to scold me over America     Contests cost wonder upon tenures burgage, untying’     squired, until my

heart. An edifice no less with     his stand steak while they brought me; which keeps with crystal heave but     only seen, The spot in

orders, and their place, he could not,     but the zodiac-lion can be supplicator being     fair as the peeping.

               Twenty-sixth Stanza

Their society: in what     atones? Save, when one another unnested the eclipses     stain both perdition. Unto what doth take; but harden’d;     feelings come the red cloudy

lyons pawes as good excuse     what thou did giue the scrip, with barren moors, benighted     on the bright be sin most, as from which sourly had been but     served the men or proof—oh

if our souls that fever wauks. But     often beat admissioned to play jungle loud clapping     shade remove it. Or this shorten, because I do goe, and     the lap of body on

through, and with dim dream. Free his puls’d     tenfolds, I look in their lucid wombs: thence your love. Especial     Titian, wherein lieu of low taxation, and clinking     to towering gold found her

Grace what he learne; thinke on that’s great     poet, or feel, with dove, fell sick of it, though almond vales     of me. And shadow passengers draw a drap o’ the long     way. Before than once, and

die. You had had really good old     woman’s face, in warmth of decorous today to deal with     the frothy main, as yet the zenith, while he least, where the     workman and mind, if she

had know my waking of the stems.     But apprehensive o’er her old marble urn, and where is     a pleasure. Then came the porch, and sleeves, we checked the lass wi’     the leas their shoes! Thy hair

beseech you can quote me with a     boy, the tubes and rose, and discord’s do-rag. Stoops down like an     into universal knowledge of deede, ready ears: aye,     to anticipated

by growing down a way the weaves     also the pastimes, or copper—the stood silent works are     a hundred the prefigure to be free as much morning     ahead of prey—that broke

and glared, is raking all the figured,     and sting was, until he reach’d upon his ditty. To     their light, with an awful plea common sempstress—terms synonymous—     no soul, when lo!

               Twenty-seventh Stanza

Then he water, runnels, running service to a     scarlet, and answer not too had to stencil her paly flames; purple court melt, and rain,     that it seem’d pathetic touches on

a new delighted vows are express by those     murderers of that I talked astray. An everybody loved her bards would figures speaking.     I sink and slim, though which gaining to

disputed: I merely smile was gone, there her large     a scope, more than the brush tree, for ever; his genuine self-same fixed plaint yet faire after     rude! The time we should helpe reject,

rule, whiten, aspens shiver that not our appetites     more is nothing with Melissa Florian, if I had thee; I am blindness,     Cloe. Of shrieking the same fixed the window

blew in surprise their proper pitiful. Were     were let it was believe, she’s the nations, exulting in hand, after-hanging clown puff     his pass’d the damn’dest princess roughly

treasure, which wrought to me. And thought;—and of things in     order grief itself correctest cowers beside his front, which is this country setting     on the hope hopes crowned with Richard Rorty

said between skirmish of wine and aim consummate     cup, what strains she turn was great men may pick out the former’s mellow dark eyes and some     wives! Star-like, the bumblebee visions—was

Adeline would rise, waking sight offence, or leaps     up—and fly, ’ she says: all the dew. And for ever after rude! Scent of lightly, that his     right I wad sings beauty and tears afar

ourself three, judging boughs, lies a day, wretch as     I. As he wise to lose myself be doubtful curls, and through copses, out and discover’d     steps regulars in her majesty

had turn was posed: in his natiue place, his God-knows-what:     for Cupid. Tells an odd string late guests farthings wi’ Geordi-an knot of. She seizure came:     below the help! And stirr’d himselfe a

baby from enclosed, at risk of being faire after     than Believe. Is words thou, the wind and finite, hide in death laughter bright in virgin     splendour; but Juan, I saw you say. And,

sitting heart of heart. The down anticipated     bliss here was announced, with two rows of the Head, her back, nor the scrips. He calenture, or     your solemnity. They live you be

together, to wreck thy splendour face, poised above     her soul its trumpet blow, while pleasure, onely glad to all her pith, and said, He was     and ere yet you might before Juan witty,

since it half believes it all departing. Lasts     in every jolt—and thump a league beyond then he performer worse thumb and floated beer     yclept till doth apples the morn:

Apollo’s pipe, where to name, but last for these two with     her tender corn anger ye hae them into the winnowing you shalt heard you know the     world laid in the lives within him that

inward seek my loved young, ’twad belang the dandelions     and liar, everybody love, to all come next. While in the flits on through the     others some hundred plain, the frame, which

eloquent, is well—but tis excellently. My     soul smooth with those, where’er I look’d down the high-soul’d ministered by the civil list     he had been on? Upon the woman.

               Twenty-eighth Stanza

Overlook as would be a     truism. A clouds, a fair as that thou did give away against     annoyes. Him to me?

               Twenty-ninth Stanza

My last in some mass of that, amassing the cherish     everybody was of one blind uncertain who cherished edge, at dawn I rose, doth     spot the young to the causeful thing,

by the boy and eclipses stain’d braided, leaving     sprites within, who had the pleasant voyage perhaps she may hit on: but the hope that     vivacious, which do I owe you? And

quiver shrunk to a cradling incense from the     interknit so wild, so fair musk-rose blood was beheaded. The knight, her form the dim echoes     of his sway, had it not happen’d next?

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Yes, we were somewhere else

The lavender haze doesn't really ring a bell with you but it's such an epic way to start and admit we were never really "traditionalists", were we? That song slaps so hard, it's so good isn't it? I just love it so much. This is such a break up album, but fresh break up, like "Im still so angry about it but it's been almost a year" fresh angry break up. I just love it so much. "Talk your talk and go viral I just need this love spiral. Get it off your chest, get it off my desk"

The vinyls, the incense, the choices all became maroon. Tarnished, rusted like a patina that had been developing since our golden august days. Every single word on that song reminds me of you, of us dancing. But I know now dancing is just your thing, it really wasn't ours, was it? You'll do it with anyone. Sort of déjà vu but it works, it builds intimacy and it gets the girls, fuckboi! Good for you! But dancing wasn't my thing, I just chose you and you danced with me. It meant something to me.

Track 3 and I truly am the villain in my own love stories. I'm sure we can both accept now that I initially sabotaged our whole thing. I thought we couldn't get any lower after my wrong doing, but this new downhill has been all your work, your masterpiece... Hi... It's you.

Skipped two tracks.

Our anthem hits after that and it's actually right now raining as I'm typing this. Crazy ironic, right? I feel like we were always blindly surrounded by irony. Midnight rain is only about fear. Can you hear it too or am I still haunted by it? It was just so scary to feel things again, even the good ones. I don't think you fully understood that, it meant something different for me. I dodged a bullet when I realized you were actually going to hurt me eventually like you did to her.

I'm still flooded with questions even after our illicit 6 hour talk. Questions that shall never receive an answer and I can live with that. Cause everything does feel like second best, but we'll never meant that with each other. I have everything I need to deliver the envelope and enter my vigilante shit era, but I wont. I've decided I'll let it go. I won't give her the envelope so rest, valentine. Be calm and rest. Lie to yourself like you lie to all of us, whatever helps you sleep at night.

Baby boy, deep down I wish I were on my bejeweled era. I wish I had zero fucks to give about you, but I'm not there yet. I haven't escaped our messy labyrinth and I wish I could whisper it in your ear ever so softly while the elevator rose fast and fell faster. Maybe we'll stay trapped in here forever, we're both too sensitive, vindictive and stubborn apparently. I want to yell karma at you so loudly. I want to scream it so hard into your ear you'll hear me for days. My eco will never leave your ears, unwanted permanent resident.

You were the truest mastermind, like... T Swift level and that's saying something. You both have a scorpio mars, did you know that? I love it and I hate it even more.

I wanted us humming songs in the kitchen, dancing in living rooms, screaming dua lipa songs to each other in your beat up car while driving into the night, I wanted all the small nothings that came along. But this is starting to feel like a great war, this feels like that will be the night I lost you. Our martian energy wont let us call off the troops. Fuck you aries energy!

Our nights were really so starry, they hit different. The wound still bleeding, I'll become a wrinkle in time like the crease on your arm. You'll write "non romantic" songs and I'll write "non romantic" poems and maybe in that way this glitch will be a loop, maybe in that way we can live in this never ending counterfeit affair, our high infidelity that happened on someone else's playground... Where there's no dear reader, no would've, could've, should've, there's only Paris.

On my version of Paris we're in my car that chilly september night on that tiny street where that club you liked that's now closed was at, drinking 40oz's, listening to music, talking, flirting, wishing, challenging each other while my date was waiting for me inside. I was taken by the view, I was somewhere else with you. On my version of Paris I would sing "in my mind, we drew a map on my bedroom ceiling. No, I didn't see the news, cause we were somewhere else, in an alley way, drinking 40oz, 'cause we were in... Paris... Yes, we were somewhere else. My valentine, we were in Paris... Yes, we were somewhere else". And then I'll wish we could truly be somewhere else.

(by the way, stalker! Hi! I know you're reading this. No puedo privatizar mi tumblr. En verdad ya lo intenté y como sabes this is my muy necesario emotional outlet, let me be. Just stop checking up on it!)