#the rest of the world was black and white but we were in screaming colour

[narryamor]

“I can see you staring, honey like he's just your understudy like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me” (Exile-Taylor Swift)

“So you were right, there's always two, the one who stays and the one who's leaving you. Hear me out, my apologies cause I'm not here for sympathy. Cause I don't wanna hear about him how he's holding you better at night and I don't wanna hear about him in these songs you continue to write. I was with you when you wrote that line. It was me that you had on your mind so I don't wanna hear about him” (Him-Harry Styles)

“Why'd you have to make me love you? I said, "I love you," you say nothing back.” (Say Don’t Go - Taylor Swift”)

“When you left, it was the end of my world, cause I never got to say that I love you, more than you think I do and I love you, now you don't want me to” (I Love You- Alex&Sierra)(Written by Mick Greenberg which is the pen name of Harry Styles)

[foxes-that-run]

Cinephile is in loml. Is harry a lover of cinema? He does have a song called cinema but I guess they all could love it.

This makes me think of cinema too, Harry sings he digs her cinema, hence a cinephile. I do note that Joe is also an actor, as is Harry. Also that Cinema is a song many associate with OW, but it was written in 2020 before they dated. (Dynamite is a K-pop band in the HSLOT Preshow, though maybe the you pop line which is about poppers.)

The rest of this line in loml with black and white will also be one many associate with the 1975 logo (business romance…) but to me any mention of black and white is Out of the woods, after it came out Harry only posted a colour photo if he saw Taylor

He also referenced this lyric in as it was

And the treat people with kindness Music video is in black and White, the theme of the song is similar to But daddy I love him, asking fans to not be horrible to his partners, and his world is B&W

[sector38]

#NSFW

From Sector: 38

Entry: Ⅰ

Apparently, there was a time when people believed there was an edge to the world - that if you sailed far enough, you'd just fall off the side of the world. I used to find it so funny, I just couldn't understand or comprehend how this world had a definitive end to them

now, I understand.

Sitting at the edge of the sector, the cool metal of the man-made ground pressed against my bare thighs and the cold waters engulfing my feet staring out into the watery abyss.

Technically I wasn’t meant to be there, unless you have a valid pass you're not allowed outside the city walls and considering mine was four days out of date I very much did not want to be caught.

My friends spent their days working, rebuilding our society in miniature while i spent my days sitting at the brink of the universe staring out at the unchanging.

But even if i did work, what would i do? Who would i be? Who could i become?

A reconstructionist? A teacher? A cleaner? A cook?

So Instead I continued to sneak past the guards who can't be much older than me lined up like pawn pieces with faces harder than the boots they wear and sit, stare, soaking up the very thing that left us floating in silent devastation.

I should have brought my watch or my phone it was just that after last time (with me nearly dropping it and all) I thought best not, but now looking at the inky night sky I'm wondering whether that in itself was a mistake. No one is allowed out past curfew (10 pm summer, 8 pm winter) it's too dangerous, too unpredictable.

It's funny, they won't tell us what to be afraid of, and they'll tell us we have nothing to fear then usher us into cages, protection from an invisible entity - an immeasurable enemy.

Still, even I can feel it the shift in the air - the cooling breeze stilted like something holding it back or someone. If I was smarter, I would have left, grimaced at my wet feet in my clean new white socks and black shoes, and slipped in through the city walls -

Except, i was never known for being particularly smart.

Which is why when I saw flashes of colour in the sea instead of running I stayed transfixed - purple and white hues swaying in and out of focus though always remaining in a tight formation, a loose cluster.

They were coming closer to the surface, whatever they were, its colours becoming more pigmented in its hues, its actions becoming more assured and targeted: it was coming for me.

I was frozen, completely and utterly frozen - I couldn't scream or speak, I couldn't even breathe. The only assurance that I hadn't turned to stone was the sounding of my beating heart - and even then, I couldn't place the organ. I felt its ricochets in my throat and stomach but heard it like a gunshot stretched out through time.

A cold encircled my ankles, a loose grip coiling around me, barely touching me. The tenderals, if I can call them that climbed up my body till they poked through the surface of the water and wrapped themselves against my lower thighs.

Now i could see it: long tentacles sprouting from a cluster deeper in the waters - the purple skin translucent inside faint veins iridescent colours shimmering like solar systems from a far of place. The ends were elliptical, curved like she shell of an egg as if blown from molten glass.

My hands once frozen by my side reached out gently to touch the head of the tentacle closest to me - gently i lifted my shaking fingers stopping them in front of the strange creature. With careless inhibition it slithered along my fingertips till it rested in my palm, feeling its weight in my hand and the soft integument.

For a while, the world was just this - just me staring at this creature that seemed to hold each star dead and dying under its skin but then i felt it - the tentacles slight grip on my upper thigh, not as though it was trying to pull my into the waters but instead as though it was searching for something.

The tentacles began to pulse, gently and softly like the humm of birds on a summer night - gentle but unequivocally present before a voice clear yet distorted rung through my mind:

Do not be afraid

then they slipped under my short black skirt.

As if a trance had broken i gasped, dropped my hands in haste and so the head of the tentacle which once occupied a place in my palm opting to try and push my body up and away from the waters and its presence.

But it was too late.

I'd been too distracted, so stupid and curious i didn't notice just how many tentacles had wrapped themselves around me lower body - sensing my resistance they only seemed to hold on tighter tendredals slipping further and further up my inner thighs till they rested over my pastel pink panties.

The tentacle which lay in my hand curled around my wrists like an armlet - as though i was a forgotten pharaoh.

The head of the tenderal under my skirt began to pulse against my underwear, pushing slightly against it dampening the material.

Its words like a ping pong ball bounced around my head, the once empty space echoing its words over and over as its intrusion continued.

They didn't tell us much about the monsters that came with the flood but they did tell us some things of of which being all of them have at least a three percent intelligence increase between them and us. It never meant much to me didn't mean anything that these monsters had minds far superior to beings - i was more confused with how they came about this knowledge.

With which lucky team of xenozoologists gathered them up and spoke to them, communicated them.

I wonder what they would say now, how they would stare down at me in their long white lab coats and tightly pulled back hair as this elderitch creature hummed against my skin.

Do not let your mind wander

The tentacles gripped me wrists tighter, sometime ago they had captured my either wrist as well truly any thoughts of escape which may have entered my mind were banished. The other tentacle began to nudge more incessantly at my underwear - in this moment i couldn't understand how this creature was supposed to be more intelligent than me, no five percent more intelligent than our most intelligent human? And yet it couldn't figure out how to take off my panties? It wasn't like the material was so expensive that they couldn't easily break, with one strong tug they would fall into the waters, floating over the face of the deep blue before perhaps sinking or maybe just continuing to float.

It was then that a feeling overcame me - i hate to say it but it was like the rush of a wave, like the sudden feel of cold water on hot skin and salty water hitting the back of your tongue. It was like a perfect cocktail of euphoria, clarity and anticipation. I understood then all that i could have known.

It wasn't that the monster didn't know how to take of my panties, it wanted me to need it to.

I bit my lip, drawing blood in haste covering a moan that threatened to slip from my lips at the thought - the tang of iron coating my tongue and cheeks, probably dying my teeth.

Silently in my own mind i whispered "please" and that was all it took before it was ripping my underwear of my body and spreading my legs slightly a part with the force and care of a determined lover.

Smaller, colder tentacles the width of my fingers emerged from the waters and gently stroked my entrance - the suddenness and the low temperature had me writhing but the thicker tentacles stopped me from shifting too far from its touch.

Like tongues they flicked slowly against my now pulsing clitoris, heat resting heavy at the bottom of my stomach like a sunken stone. My head threw back in bliss and as my mouth parted to let out a moan a tentacle head filled my mouth - the head was slightly longer than those which had made themselves a home around my wrists and much thicker than those which currently were lapping at my swollen clit.

My mind was in a haze, nipples hardening against my shirt as my eyes oscilated between staring at the sentient monster or the stary firmament above.

I could feel my body becoming hotter, desperate for more contact as i began to push myself closer towards the small tendrils in spite of the tight grip they had on me.

As if sensing my eagerness the beast emerged more tentacles now wrapping around my large breasts, squeezing on them and instantly wetting my shirt. If not for the appendage humming pleasantly in my mouth i have no doubts i would be moaning loud enough to alert the guards.

As if attempting to milk me the tentacles grew more ferocious with their onslaught on my chest, pulling and squeezing till the white buttons popped off my shirt and into the night waters. Rushing forward smaller tentacles once again arose now pressing against my nipples the cold sensation doing nothing for my sweltering internal body temperature.

please, please, please,please, please, please, please, please, please,please, please, please, please, please, please,please, please, please, please, please, please,please, please, please, please, please, please,please, please, please, please, please, please,please, please, please please, please, please,please, please, please, please, please, please,please, please, please

My mind repeated over and over and over, each plea cluttering my mind till my brain was nothing but a palimpet of want and desire. Thankfully the creature from below was one of compassion.

In front of me the tentacle which once nudged against my nipples opened like a blossoming flower with five petal like shapes and in the centre a white glow, whiter than the sclera of an eye or the color of a cloud no this was a white that almost blinded me almost as white as the sun itself or atleast surrounded by the dark night mind and eyes clouded by lust it was.

They forged forward attaching themselves on my nipples sucking on them like the wet, endless cavity they were before the ones which once flicked against my clit did the same.

The waves on the water began to stir pushing and pulling the fabric of itself apart, before one final tentacle emerged. The appendage sporuted from the water till the tip reached far above my head, floating in front of me the out of water length must have been half my height. Aside from its length it was thicker than all the others by far, the thickness of it being comparable to my (still bound) wrists.

Slowly it bent down before sliding along the metal grounds of the sector nudging against my thighs as it slithered from side to side though still pluging forward like a snake, it was then that i understood its plan

It meant to be inside of me.

It stopped just outside my entrance, gently prodding and nudging again my tight opening, against the tentacle in my mouth i let out a tiny whimper eager and wanting.

Galvanised by my voice coated and dripping in hot want and sticky desire the tentacles holding my thighs and arms lifted me up into the air so i was floating above the metal and the water.

Then i felt it press against me, forcing its way in, as the movements of the tendredals on my breasts and clitoris began sucking more volatile with the tentacles around my breasts squeezing still at even pace, unceasing and unwavering.

Finally it pushed itself in me pressing tightly against my walls but still everceasing in its pursuit - from this angle i could see it losing itself in me and the bulge of my stomach as it pressed inside me.

It was all too much, too much pressure inside of me and outside of me and not to mention the sounds:

The wet squelching, the constant hum of its skin, the disrupted water thrashing against the creature, and my own dampened moans.

As if sensing i was near the creature quickly removed it's appendage from my once filled hole before plunging in without even a beat of rest - my eyes widened and rolled to the back of my head as it repeated the process till i could feel the pressure building inside the appendage of the creature.

Then the the tentacles in my mouth began to mirror it, moving in and out my mouth though slightly more slowly still which each thrust going deeper till i felt it rest on the back of my mouth and then dip into my throat.

The tears which welled in my eyes spilled out over my face and ran down my blushed cheeks before falling silently joining the larger body of water.

I'd been trying so hard, to do or be what I don't know: to be good, to be quiet, to pay attention but in the end, all it took was two words, not even spoken just two telepathically echoed words:

Let go.

And my body was gently convulsing like electricity was being struck through every vein the heat that pooled in my stomach spread snd rushed throughout me - but the creature didn't stop, didn't show any signs of ceasing fucking into me past the point or orgasm and then past the point of overstimulation till it began to plunge more erratically with more fever and less elderitch strategy.

Then i felt the sensation of being filled, as it fucked into me a thick white but translucent substance was pushed into me filling my already swollen belly and then the same substance was filling my mouth.

Its taste was like the smell of rained earth and sugar cubes and fresh whole milk and lavender i swallowed it lapping it up. I felt it begin to retreat but the taste was addictive i began to suck on the appendage feeling it twitch relentlessly in my mouth though ultimately keeping its place inside me as i sucked and swallowed.

The tentacles and tendrils which once held their place on my breast and clitoris slowly pulled away back into the sea as the once which held my thighs and wrists lowered my gently onto the groud with my back against the metal.

I gave one last suck to the tentacle before allowing it to leave my warm, wet mouth and giving it a final lick.

I barely watched it sink back into the ocean, mind and body to fucked out to even think of moving instead content to stare up the flickering stars feeling the warm goo seep out of me as the slight bulge of my stomach deflated.

The last thing I heard before I submitted to the gentle daze of my inner world, and it submerged itself back into its underworld:

See you soon

[pinkorchidsinspring]

“It’s like they don’t actually listen to her or her songs” ……. Bitches be trippin

Here is some lyrics from HER songs off the top of my head btw…

SHADE NEVER MADE ANYBODY LESS GAY

Sit quiet by my side in the shade. And not the kind that’s thrown, i mean the kind under where a tree has grown ( no one asked for this clarification btw and as in her publicist tree Paine covers up-shades any rumors of being gay?)

Your finger on my hairpin trigger

too in love to think straight

Your braids like a pattern. Love you to the moon and to Saturn.

Everybody’s watching her but she’s looking at you

The lips I used to call home, so scarlet

it’s new the shape of your body

Wear you like a necklace

No one knows how much I miss you

bet i can still melt your world argumentative, antithetical, dream girl

then you won’t have to cry, or hide in the closet

you can want who you want, boys & boys and girls & girls!

why are you mad? when you could be GLAAD?” (it’s literally spelled GLAAD in the lyrics on spotify I can’t make this up)

we're a crooked love, in a straight line down

save your dirtiest joke for me and at every table, I save you a seat… I’m sorry, but she wants a man sitting on her? 😐🙄

I don’t want to keep secrets just to keep you

big reputation, ooh you and me would be a big conversation

All we are is skin and bone, trained to get along Always going with the flow, but you're friction

The rest of the world was in black & white (straight, see straight pride flag), but we were in screaming color (queer, LGBTQ+ pride flag)

What’s it like to brag about raking in dollars and getting bitches and models?

Like a rainbow with all of the colors you’ll never find another like me!

It’s okay we’re the best of friends……aaanyway

I want to transport you to somewhere the culture’s clever, confess my truth In swooping, sloping, cursive letters

don’t you worry your pretty little mind

I got a boyfriend, he’s older than us. I haven’t seen him in a couple of months. (Bearding much?)

Your lover in the foyer doesn’t even know you.

Bad bad boy shiny toy with a price you know that I bought it

don’t step on OUR gowns

If you never touched me, I would've Gone along with the righteous If I never blushed, then they could've Never whispered about this And if you never saved me from boredom I could've gone on as I was But, Lord, you made me feel important And then you tried to erase us

What would you do if they never found us out

You showed me colours you know I can’t see with anyone else

Seems like there’s always someone who disapproves, they’ll judge it like they know about me and you

The entirety of lavender haze

🫥 come at us swifties.

Why in the world would they agree to the stunt… I wonder when they gain absolutely nothing from the attention put on people whose names are attached to a WORLD renowned superstar…….. 🤑🤑🤑

[resteasykaryn]

"You took a Polaroid of us Then discovered The rest of the world was black and white But we were in screaming colour."

Style inspired by @falsereligion

To check more of my art edits click here

[annacory-blog]

Dance or die

I fell in love with another fic by @ulysses000 and then Spotify provided me with a perfect song. I had to draw them to exorcise that image from my head.

As per tradition - below is my attempt in translation. I want to make complete translation so badly (this is probably one third)! I believe this story deserves more attention. But can some kind English speaker confirm it is readable???

Love this fic specially from WoD perspective, it cultivates such delicious feeling of emptiness. And while technically, it has a happy end, you can not get rid of bitter taste of loss. Their requiem is not life, and there no way back. All is gone!

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Music stops abruptly. The dancefloor is silent, mob looks around in bewilderment. All eyes are focused on a flimsy, dirty stage. There, litten by sophites, stands brunette, cladded in a black robe. Calmly she re-adjusts many necklaces and bracelets, adorning her bosom and wrists. She checks microphone, softly tapping it with elegant finger, nonplussed by screeching sound it makes or the yells thrown her way from down the stage. For a while she silently stares in the drunk faces below, until eventually rowdy voices are reduced to quiet, unhappy mumble in the back rows.

-"What would you like to say, before the end of the world?"

-"Go fuck yourself!" - someone yells back from the crowd. Brunette’s smiles softly. Her blue eyes sparkle. This sight will be their last before headless body collapses to the floor.

View from the stage is absolutely terrific. It reminds of a late spring evening in the mansion by the sea. Bodies sway in panic, almost as grass would in a lush fields. Writings on the wall glitter with red as if they were remnants of the sunset caught in clouds. Screams - voices of seagulls. Sweet aroma that spreads across the room reminds of freshly brewed Irish coffee. Eyes locked on the bright fountains. Droplets shimmer in the air with a multitude of colour. Content. Do not argue with Mother. It is a simple rule every kid should know. Because, no matter how kind, gentle and understanding Mother is, she is not all sweets and praises. She also has an iron glove to treat the unruly child. Anyone who dares to confront her will surely drown in their own blood.

-"Now, dance or die."

Music never heard in this walls engulfs space. Stirring voice of the violin is echoed by screams, cello is perfectly complimented by heart-rending howls. Robin is not at all surprised by this harmony of cries and choir chanting. Clocks have just reached zero and this means, time for celebration has finally come. Perfect night to forge a timeless bond between the beloved child and the dear friend. Trafalgar stands on the stage, as if he always was there. Pity no one minds what is happening in the spotlight. He looks tidier than usual, ceremonial. Shirt, tie, three piece suit, shoes - all in various shades of black, all fitted perfectly. His gaze briefly stops on the couple of cadavers lying by the stage, then moves to the brunette.

-"Playing with food, aren’t we?"

-"Tarao, symbolism never was one of your strengths." - She smiles softly and shakes her head, - "Don’t try to grasp, what is beyond you. Just think of it as a cog in the well oiled machine."

Flowers on wreath along the walls move, as if troubled by the gust of wind, candle lights flicker, and blond man appears by Robin’s side. Sanji fiddles with the hem of his suit anxiously, fixes invisible wrinkles on the bouquet wrap. Trafalgar thought he put more than enough efforts to look decent tonight, however he wouldn’t stand a chance if this was a competition. Sanji's clan has been know for this aura of perfection, but even among his kin - he is special. Where the rest emmit light of the full moon, Sanji’s light would blind you as hot summer sun in zenith. He holds ten white roses - stark contract against his black suit. Pale of petals resonates with pale of the skin, highlights the gold of his hair. Trafalgar cannot possibly look away and no disciplines are to blame for this magic. Little smile slips from under his control “this is beautiful” he thinks.

-"Sorry for being late" - blond tuck one long golden lock behind the ear. Eyes drift towards the dance floor, but do not linger there. Woman chuckles softly - so innocent.

-"I was worried you made your escape."

-"Please, don’t ruin the moment" - gaze of his blue eyes seems to be glued to the wooden planks of the stage, then he looks up, eyes meet with Robin’s.

They nod, almost simultaneously, and only after Sanji musters enough of courage to look to the other man. His gaze shamelessly devours all the minute details he can grasp, it is hard to tell, if he desperately tries to avert attention from the bloodbath on the dance floor, or genuinely admires the sight. Trafalgar thinks he would be happy with both reasonings. Laws lips move soundlessly forming few words. Sanji chuckles and replies in the same manner: “you too, idiot”.

-"Ladies and Gentlemen." - maybe a dozen of eyes flicker back in response to sweet, calm voice of the woman. Short break taken from tormenting the flesh, generously soaked with blood and tears. Bodies contort with the fear for their life. - "Tonight, before the Dark Mother’s eyes, souls of two cursed sons of hers will be united. Every kindred present here shall witness the making of endless, mutual death." - her eyes run across the dance floor, reading the mood of the guests. - "the Vinculum should not be broken. Anyone who dares an attempt to weaken the bond will be hunted by The Circle of the Crone," - she looks for a moment into particularly dark corner - "as well as by our brothers and sisters from Ordo Dracul."

Her gaze shifts to the dark haired man, waiting for him to return the attention.

-"Now you can speak your vows."

Trafalgar makes a step forward, reaches to touch cold pale fingers, swallows heavily before he starts to speak.

-"I, Trafalgar D Water Law, hereby take Vinsmoke Sanji into my Requiem forever." - envelops his hand gently and carefully - "I swear before all that is holy and all that is unholy that we, tonight, seal our fates by bonds of dedication and honor. When my partner is hungry, I will bring food." - Sanji chuckles quite and bright - "When my partner sleeps, I will watch and bear witness upon waking." - He squints, eyes slit, as if targeted by bright lamp. - "When my partner is afraid, I will give comfort, and when my partner is wronged, I will have vengeance." - Cool fingers caress back side of the hand. - "This I swear on the blood, and the flame and the spirit."

In his blue eyes flashing light reflects, candles burning twice as bright with the last spoken words. Law squises cold hand, trying to reassure, give comfort, prevent flashes from setting kindred's mind aflame.

-"I, Vinsmoke Sanji, hereby take Trafalgar D Water Law into my Requiem forever." - his voice sweetest thing that ever touched ears, in both life and un-life, - "I swear before all that is holy and all that is unholy that we, tonight, seal our fates by bonds of dedication and honor." - His fleeting touch playfully skims through tan fingers, icy sensation brings sober clarity and bliss of inebriation at the same time. - "When my partner is hungry, I will bring food." - Law’s smile is barely there. - "When my partner sleeps, I will watch and bear witness upon waking. When my partner is afraid, I will give comfort," - he is the most gentle and kindhearted, so much is obvious in every syllable of every word. - "And when my partner is wronged, I will have vengeance. This I swear on the blood, and the flame and the spirit."

Sanji’s hold on the hand gets firmer as he expects another rise of firy glow to radiate the room. Little girl steps forward from behind the stage, she is silent and obedient. So small, seven years at most, her deep chocolate eyes glazed with indifference, strawberry blond hair braided in two pig tales, white gown hugs fragile figure. She stares ahead absently, woman’s hands leading her by shoulders.

-"Time to make the sacrifice." - hand outstretched to pass the ritual knife. Fingers gently support ragged blade.

Trafalgar feels how kindred’s claws pierce his skin. He might have broken few bones, if older wouldn’t strengthen his grip in response. It is heard for Sanji. This is easily seen, his eyes shift frantically, his lips stripped of smile and crooked. Even his touch feels colder than before. He never have taken the life of a sentient being. Even in death Sanji remained pure, his hands and soul unmarred by murder of mortals. Law knows other is hurting, in his eyes this child is seen as a spit image of the older sister. Trafalgar himself lost in the shattered memories for a moment. Girl reminds his late sister, who died too young too long ago. Despite that he knows he will have enough resolve to put this innocent child to rest, as she obediently waits for her own demise.

This is essential part for the completion of the ritual. Sanji knows it. This is not news, but he can’t keep his long dead heart from burning and spasming disgusted by creeping acceptance. He was the one who proposed marriage. He organized most of the celebration. He thought about it many times, about this particular moment he has to take someone’s life, scenario played in his head on repeat. But it is not something you can be prepared for. This is wedding. They are about to enter mutual un-life, their souls are to be bound for the eternal death, forfeiting innocence, killing personification of their past. Together.

His hand is shaking, but Sanji hides it, only grip on the hilt gets stronger. Her face is gentle and soft, with neat childish features, but her eyes are dead already, trapped under Mother’s hypnotic influence. Embroidery on the gown matches hair colour. She looks like a little princess. Sanji forgets to imitate the leaving, his thorax freezes mid inhale, mechanical movement abandoned. He thought he would be able to do it, to confront the past, to kill for the sake of something new, for the sake of future. But this first step is terrifying. All his being is trapped, Staring in the eyes of the Beast, unable to move. Sanji doesn’t want to lose his humanity, he is afraid to slip, to get comfortable with the idea of supremacy over humans, his own strength, his right to take life. Few months in his death, as soon as fog of newly obtained supernatural powers thinned, allowing him to think clearly again, he made a decision to give his all to keep whatever “human” have left in this damned shell of the body. Once he got accustomed with business run by The Circle of the Crone, he found plenty of friends in each and every city morgues and knew without failure when fresh carcasses were delivered to local butcheries. When ritual required freshly drawn blood he used his own vite with no second thought. And now all workarounds are closed, blocked by unmovable boulders. Only one way ahead.

-"We are both dead. It’s not going to get any worse." His whisper is scolding hot against the skin, it reminds to expand lungs, air forced in with fake inhale. Warm palm touches softly, fingers carefully wrap around the hand that holds the hilt, the touch reassures, hand redirected slightly - outward and up.

-"Beheading is better."

For once Sanji is genuinely grateful that Trafalgar never listens and reads his thoughts at any given moment. -"One." He angles cutting edge . -"Two." Skin is burning hot -"Three." Thud. Mortal dread frozen in the eyes of the dead girl.

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And song that was a catalyst for all the efforts

[natashaslesbian]

Anchor (pt. 1)

Summary: Born and raised in Hydra, 20 year old y/n is rescued by the avengers.

Word Count: 1.5k

Parings: (Reader x Bucky) (Reader x Natasha) (Bruce and Steve speak) (other Avengers are around)

Warnings: talks of hydra and abuse/torture

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Cold. Cold concrete. Cold concrete walls and cold concrete floors. The sun. Oh how you missed it. It’s been so long since you were sent out into the world. Cold. Cold concrete was all you could feel now, it was all you had felt for days. The cold concrete floor seeping through your bare legs and into your blood, even your bones felt cold. The cold concrete wall touched your shoulders, your back covered in a thin barricade. Your arms were stretched out either side of you, your hands hand long ago gone numb, the cuffs were tighter than usual. Cold. Cold concrete. This was just the beginning of your punishment. But it wasn’t your fault, a single soldier up against a 50 man army, you stood no chance. The doors were unlocked and you prepared yourself. One guard entered, a large barrel in his arms, more cold. The freezing water fell across your skin and you gritted your teeth as to not react, that was when you saw it. In the guards arms replacing the barrel, a long baton he held. But this was not just a baton, it was a prod a cattle prod.

You were bare as the day you were born by now, arms released from the chains. You attempted to shuffle away from the electric currants, but it was no use. It struck you over and over, across your thighs, your chest and your face. You were drowned out by your own screams until a much larger sound took over. Red lights began to flash followed by the aching sound of alarms. Every personnel scrambled to the top deck, as called by a cracking voice through the stone speakers. Finally, well for now at least, your torture was over. You rested your head in a large puddle of water, the coldness seeming almost normal now. Your eyes dropped closed, ignoring your wishes to remain awake. You could still feel a sharp sting across your cheek as your body began to melt into the floor, it was an uncomfortable angle, but there were worse ways to be. Your breathing was fractured but as you began to fade away it started to feel smooth again. You welcomed the darkness and drifted slowly into unconsciousness.

“She’s waking up” came a muffled voice, followed by a slightly lighter one “give her some space, we don’t know how’ll she react.” It was bright again, the sun perhaps? But no, that hue of orange and blanket of warmth wasn’t touching you. There was a steady rhythm next to you, a consistent beeping of sorts. You were suddenly aware of a small prick poking your arm and your breathing picked up straight away “it’s alright” that same light voice said “can you open your eyes?” It asked. You furrowed your brows preparing to be met with the same black walls and same doctors dressed head to toe in black. But instead, a warm coloured wall fell adjacent to you, your body was supported by a soft material. A flicker of red caught your attention and you turned your head to explore it further but another voice pulled you away “how are you feeling?” He said, the man covered with a white coat “any pain?” He spoke again “wh-what?” You croaked after a moments silence, lifting your head to take in more of your surroundings. The same flicker of red caught your gaze again and you followed it from shoulder length to a pair of green eyes, watching you with caution. “Are you in any pain?” She asked, you nodded slowly feeling a hint of nausea and a slight dizziness. “You’re at the avengers compound” the redhead said after noting your continued confused glare “I’m Natasha, this is Bruce, he’s a doctor” she continued “we found you at the hydra base, brought you back here a few hours ago” Natasha finished. “I need to check your wounds if that’s ok?” Bruce asked from your opposite side “N-no” you stammered as you pulled back the sheet that was covering you. You were dressed in some sort of hospital gown which only added to your anxiety. You scooted to the foot of the bad and placed your bare feet against the tiles. A muffle of commotion was spoken behind you but you didn’t care to listen, you just had to get out.

You fell out into a long corridor where more people stood. Their shocked eyes all staring down at you as you hunched over and held your stomach in hopes to will away the pain. “It’s alright” Natasha called after you “please, Bruce won’t hurt you we just need to make sure you’re alright” she said “no don’t touch me!” You screamed as you felt a pair of hand on your shoulders. As soft as they were, the sudden contact had frightened you. The widows fellow teammates stood in confusion as you stumbled further down the corridor, all were unsure what to do. At the end of the hall laid a large door, covered in a soft blue paint. They swung opened before you had the chance to reach them and a familiar face came into your view. “Y/n?” It said. The tall figure adorned with deep black hair and a growing stubble, you recognised his eyes straight away but if you needed anymore confirmation his arm surely gave it to you. “Ja-James?” You whispered, frozen in place “James?” You asked again, not trusting your vision in your current state “oh my god, y/n” Bucky said as he ran to your side, catching you just as your legs gave way “they- they said you were dead James” you cried into his neck “I thought you were dead” you sobbed. “I’m here y/n” he said as she took on all of your weight, bringing you both to the floor “I’m right here, you’re safe now” Bucky cooed into your hairline. Bruce, Natasha and the rest of the avengers were amazed at the sight. Not only did this stranger appear to know one of there own, but you seemed to know him by a different name, once they would have regretted whispering.

“Y/n y/l/n, 20 years old, born and raised in Hydra” Bucky said over your sleeping form, gently running his hands over your scalp. “She’s been trained as an assassin since the day she could walk” he continued “they tried to reuse the serum on her, it didn’t go so well, she’s been used as a lab rat all her life” Bucky sighed “how do you know her?” Clint asked “I trained her in combat, gave her this scar” Bucky answered as he pushed back your hair to show a light scar along your neck “Correct me if I may be wrong” Thor spoke up from the corner “but your reunion did not seem that of two people that hate each other” he finished “we didn’t hate each other, we don’t hate each other. I’ve tried to protect her as best I can and I-“ Bucky paused, hiding the crack in his voice “they sent her on her first mission at 10 years old, she was missing for weeks. I guess she came back or they found her, I promised her I’d never leave her, I’ve never mentioned her because I thought she must’ve died. But she’s been there, another 10 years I let them- how did you find her?” Steve rose from his chair “our last intel mission uncovered that Hydra were still operating, still experimenting on people. All our data told us that she was dangerous, she was the only one we found but when we got there-“ he paused, unsure if Buck wanted him to continue, Bucky simply nodded, not needing to hear all the details, he could imagine them well enough himself. “We should let her rest” Bruce said as he began to usher the team out.

“Who- who found her?” Bucky asked, his focus still solely on you “I did” Natasha said, standing last by the door “how did you find her, how was she?” Buck said, returning to stroking your hair “Bucky…I don’t think” Nat stammered “tell me, I need you to tell me” Natasha stood uncomfortably at your free side “she was on the floor, naked, covered in water, and there- there was a cattle prod next to her” Nat said through shaky breathes, not wanting to relive the memory herself. Bucky ran his hand over your cheek, having learnt where the mark had come from, when a sudden realisation hit him “she was being punished” he whispered “what?” Natasha asked in disbelief “she was being punished, the cattle prod that was her punishment which means she had a mission which means she failed that mission” Bucky rambled as he ran to the door “Bucky what’s wrong?” Natasha called after him “if she had a mission and she was the only one you found then they’re gonna be looking for her” Bucky said, fear lacing his voice “Hydra are gonna be after her”

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Eeee a new story! If you saw me post about this like an hour ago no you didn’t lol. This idea just came to me and I bashed out the first part!

-Astra

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[likeafolkssong]

the rest of the world was black in white, but we were in screaming colour…

“flamingo pink, sunrise boulevard”

“aquamarine moonlit swimming pool”

“taking your time in the tangerine neon light”

“red blood, white snow, blue dress on a boat”

[il-predestinato]

the rest of the world was black and white but we were in screaming colour

[narryamor]

[atyd1960]

Matching 1989 TV songs to marauders era characters/ships with little to no explanation:

Blank Space- Marlene & Dorcas:

-“So it's gonna be forever, or it's gonna go down in flames.”

-“Cause we're young and we're reckless, we'll take this way too far.”

-“I could show you incredible things: stolen kisses, pretty lies.”

Style + Is It Over Now?- Remus & Sirius:

-“You got that James Dean Daydream look in your eyes.”

-“you got that long hair slick back, white T-shirt.”

-“when we go crashing down, we come back every time.”

It fits perfectly.

Out of The Woods- Louise Zabini & Narcissa Black:

-“the rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming colour.”

-“we were built to fall apart, and fall back together.”

All You Had To Do Was Stay- James & Regulus:

-“had me in the palm of your hand, then why’d you have to go and lock me out when I let you in?” Feels like James after Regulus Joined the DE’s.

I wish you would- Lily & Mary:

-Lily regretting breaking up with Mary.

Bad Blood- Lily & Snape.

Wildest Dreams- James & Regulus:

-“Nothing lasts forever, but this is gonna take me down.”

This Love- Remus & Sirius:

-“this love is alive back from the dead.”- post Azkaban Wolfstar.

I know places- Marlene & Dorcas.

Clean- Lily & Snape:

- he was her first true friend and it took a while until she fully gave up on him and moved on.

Wonderland- Marlene & Dorcas:

-“Something happens when everybody finds out, see the vultures circling, dark clouds.”

You Are In Love- Mary & Lily.

Now That We Don’t Talk- Mary & Lily:

-after Lily joined the order and Mary didn’t they barely talked anymore and couldn’t agree on anything, but they never quite moved on from what the had, and since they were a part of the same circle of friends they had to hear about each other all the time.

Slut!- Marlene & Dorcas:

-in the case that they were outed.

-“the wrong place at the right time.”

New Romantics- all the marauders!

-I’m tempted to quote the entire song since every line fits perfectly, but here’s a part of first verse:

- “We're so young, but we're on the road to ruin. We play dumb, but we know exactly what we're doing. We cry tears of mascara in the bathroom, Honey, life is just a classroom.”

[august1008]

"The rest of the world was black and white

But we were in screaming colours"

- Taylor swift

[moonshine999]

The Crows as Taylor Swift albums (pt.3)

because sleep and sanity are out the fucking window

Jesper Fahey : 1989

🎞️ “Everybody here was someone else before // And you can want who you want // Boys and boys and girls and girls” - Welcome To New York 

🎞️ “Nice to meet you, where you been? // I could show you incredible things // Magic, madness, heaven, sin // Saw you there and I thought // “Oh, my God, look at that face // You look like my next mistake // Love's a game, wanna play?"” - Blank Space 

🎞️ “And when we go crashing down, we come back every time // ‘Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style” - Style 

🎞️ “You took a Polaroid of us // Then discovered (Then discovered) // The rest of the world was black and white // But we were in screaming colour” - Out of the Woods 

🎞️ “I said, "No one has to know what we do" // His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room // And his voice is a familiar sound”  - Wildest Dreams 

🎞️ “Tossing, turning // Struggled through the night with someone new // And I could go on and on, on and on // Lantern, burning // Flickered in the night, only you  // But you were still gone, gone, gone” - This Love 

🎞️ “Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it // My love // They are the hunters, we are the foxes // And we run” - I Know Places 

🎞️ “Ten months sober, I must admit // Just because you're clean, don't mean you don't miss it // Ten months older, I won't give in //Now that I'm clean, I'm never gonna risk it“ - Clean 

🎞️ “Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds? // Ooh, didn't it all seem new and exciting? //I felt your arms twistin' around me” - Wonderland 

🎞️ “No proof, one touch // But you felt enough // You can hear it in the silence, silence, you // You can feel it on the way home, way home, you // You can see it // with the lights out, lights out // You are in love, true love” - You Are In Love 

🎞️ “You keep his shirt // He keeps his word // And for once, you let go // Of your fears and your ghosts // One step, not much // But it said enough” - You Are In Love 

🎞️ “And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars // And why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words” - You Are In Love

🎞️ “‘Cause baby, I could build a castle // Out of all the bricks they threw at me // And every day is like a battle // But every night with us is like a dream // It's poker // He can't see it in my face // But I'm about to play my Ace (ah) // We need love // But all we want is danger // We team up // Then switch sides like a record changer // The rumors are terrible and cruel //But honey, most of them are true” - New Romantics 

🎞️ “Baby, we're the new romantics // Come on, come along with me // Heartbreak is the national anthem // We sing it proudly // We are too busy dancing // To get knocked off our feet // Baby, we're the new romantics // The best people in life are free” - New Romantics

Wylan Van Eck Hendriks : Evermore

🍂 “You know that my train could take you home // Anywhere else is hollow // Begging for you to take my hand // Wreck my plans // That's my man” - willow

🍂 “How evergreen, our group of friends // Don't think we'll say that word again // And soon thev'll have the nerve to deck the halls // That we once walked through” - champagne problems 

🍂 “I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush // I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch // Everybody wants you // Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you // Walk past, quick brush // I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush // I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush // Everybody wants you” - gold rush

🍂 “I notice everything you do or don't do // You're so much older and wiser, and I // I wait by the door like I'm just a kid // Use my best colors for your portrait // Lay the table with the fancy shit // And watch you tolerate it // If it's all in my head, tell me now // Tell me I've got it wrong somehow // I know my love should be celebrated // But you tolerate it” - tolerate it

🍂 “He reports his missing wife // And I noticed when I passed his house his truck has got some brand new tires // And his mistress moved in // Sleeps in Este's bed and everything // No, there ain't no doubt // Somebody's gotta catch him out” - no body, no crime 

🍂 “Showed you all of my hiding spots // I was dancing when the music stopped// And in the disbelief // I can't face reinvention // I haven't met the new me yet “ - happiness

🍂 “Break my soul in two looking for you // But you're right here // If I can't relate to you anymore // Then who am I related to?” - coney island 

��”You're a cowboy like me // Perched in the dark // Telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear // Like it could be love // I could be the way forward // Only if they pay for it” - cowboy like me 

🍂 “When I dropped my sword // I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door // And we live in peace // But if someone comes at us // This time, I'm ready” - long story short 

🍂 “Long story short, it was a bad time // Long story short, I survived” - long story short 

🍂 “‘Cause every scrap of you would be taken from me // Watched as you signed your name Marjorie // All your closets of backlogged dreams // And how you left them all to me” - marjorie 

🍂 “You're alive, so alive // And if I didn't know better // I'd think you were singing to me now // If I didn't know better // I'd think you were still around” - marjorie 

🍂 “It cut deep to know ya // Right to the bone // Yes, I got your letter  // Yes, I'm doing better  // I know that it's over  // I don't need your closure” - closure

🍂 “And when I was shipwrecked (can't think of all the cost) // I thought of you (all the things that will be lost now) // In the cracks of light (can we just get a pause?) // I dreamed of you (to be certain we'll be tall again)” - evermore 

🍂 “Sometimes giving up is the strong thing // Sometimes to run is the brave thing // Sometimes walking out is the one thing // That will find you the right thing” - it’s time to go

🍂 “Now he sits on his throne in his palace of bones // Praying to his greed // He's got my past frozen behind glass // But I've got me” - it’s time to go 

(Kaz, Inej, Matthias and Nina are already posted)

[inthe-afterglows]

1989 vault tracks are A+++++ but I don't agree with 'omg now we know how in love Taylor was with Harry' like babes pls, 1989 was right there

"the rest of the world was black and white we were in screaming colour"

"this love left a permanent mark"

"I wish we could go back And remember what we were fighting for Wish you knew that I miss you too much to be mad anymore"

"This was what you wanted (oh, oh, oh-oh-oh) You ended it You were all I wanted (oh, oh, oh-oh-oh) But not like this"

"you know for me, it's always you .... I know for you, it's always me"

"So, we went on our way / Too in love to think straight"

you don't write lyrics like this if you don't have very deep feelings for someone (not to mention what she used to say in interviews about Harry at the time AKA basically admitting that Harry would be the person to object at her wedding) and don't get me started on how you get the girl!!! Taylor literally told us about her dream of having the guy she loves come to her front door and tell her he loves her and that, to me, is so vulnerable when you consider it in a "i told the whole world about this dream that I have" (literally gave this bloke a map on how to win her back and he still failed)

I really think with 1989 because of the upbeat production on most of the songs we sometimes miss how heartbreaking some of these lyrics and songs actually are. AYHTDWS is so sad, OOTW? sad. IWYW? SAD. Clean? rip my soul out sad.

61% of the songs on OG 1989 were about Harry, of course she loved him. For me the vault tracks just confirmed my beliefs about which Harry songs are Haylor songs

[edwinspaynes]

Thomas and Alastair spend time together and come to a few important realizations about the ways they experience love and desire.

The first of 5 Thomastair Pride Month oneshots! <3

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