#this is from my favourite song - saturn by sleeping at last

[behindthepuppetshow]

OKAY OKAY 👏🏻👏🏻

Rapid fire time 😌↕️

Favourite colour? Any reasons why?

Sweet, savoury or spicy? Any comfort food?

Recommend me three songs :3

Favourite genre, if any? If not, then tell me about your favourite story and why it's your favourite? [Can be anything - web series, anime, novel, real life experience, ANYTHING!]

[I wasn't kidding when I said you've got me curious 😔]

Okay! I'll answer this without thinking too much.

Green, it reminds me of my childhood, specific memories of trying to marry a tree and spending more time in my garden than with people rip

I love all three, no preference, dumplings as comfort food and banana milk!

Three songs: Igloo- Kissoflife, Glad you came-the wanted, Rhiannon-Fleetwood Mac, ( Saturn-sleeping at last, one more for good measure 😂😂 Ohhh and Tobey flyyyy highhhyy~ 😂😂)

I prefer Mystery, thriller and fantasy a little more than the other genres, the one anime that had really stuck with me is Orange and for movie, I would say When the promised flower blooms. Maybe I like Angst a little too much for it aids in distracting my mind from my own problems and hyper analyze other's problems and be prepared for a scenario that never comes-

Also, is it alright if I ask you the same question?? With an additional one!

If you found out you were the most loved person in the whole wide world, what are the emotions you will be feeling? (you can take your time with answering this one because honestly it's strange 😂😂)

[swordheld]

hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?

hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].

but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.

it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.

and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.

the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.

an emptiness, like you said.

but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.

you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.

he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.

but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.

how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.

the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.

think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.

i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.

but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.

as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛

[oc-tournaments]

ROUND ONE - MATCH 2

SKY vs SATURN

SKY: Mod OC!

SATURN: @squidthechaotickid

VOTE BASED ON THE INFORMATION BELOW CUT!!

Propoganda Content Warnings: Cults and demons for SKY, kidnapping for SATURN.

SKY:

PROPOGANDA: In summary, Sky is not a human. She was created to be the vessel of a demon who would wipe out the human population and start anew. But she needed time to grow before she could be used as a vessel, and through some mistakes on the main cultist's part, she came to life, like a living doll. She was under the impression she was human, despite the fact she didn't need to eat, sleep, or breathe, and also didn't have any memories before waking up with some other people. She grew alongside a group of people who the cult took hostage, but in the end she had to be killed to save the world. She was essentially a child who had to be sacrificed. Her last words were "I love you" :(

THEME SONG:

SATURN:

PROPOGANDA: Ohhhh my god this guy has been through it. They were kidnapped at birth and raised by their father's worst enemy. They were raised to be a criminal/thief/murderer by a terrible cat who wanted to raise them so he could eventually have them kill their own father as vengeance. They fell in lesbian love with another girl but she died before either of them could even tell the other. When they FINALLY ran away from said evil cat, they found out that over the course of the war their bio parents died, leaving them wt only their brother and his bf. When they FINALLY started getting better, said evil cat came back and kidnapped them AGAIN. And put a magic gem in their chest to use them as an energy source until the broke out of that (still wt said gem) and now they are FINALLY. FINALLY. able to somewhat start healing. Will it stay that way? Probably not. Did I mention they are a sonic oc who started as a sona. Theyre like 15 ish. Someone get this loser therapy.

THEME SONG:

[victorclays]

Hello! I just saw your post about you being stressed. I'm really sorry about that and I hope the situation gets better soon🫂

One of my favourite quotes is from the song 'Saturn' by Sleeping At Last:

I'd give anything to hear you say it one more time That the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes

Thank you so much!!!!

Such a lovely song and lovely lyrics!!! I liked the lines right before it as well so i added them too! 💖💖💖💖

[sunny-juni]

Tw for suicidal thoughts (brief mention at the beginning)

Whenever I feel like the world is going to end, that I don't deserve to be here, the overwhelming desire to end it all, two songs bring me back to the here and now. When all I can see in the world are the injustices, the genocides, exploitation, paired with the helplessness in me,

Two songs calm the frantic racing of my heart and replace it the flutter of awe. Awe of life, awe of existence, of nature. Of sensation, touch, emotion. Of sight. Of hearing. Of sleep, of wakefulness. Of science, of music, of dance. Of my friends, my family, my pets.

Awe of myself. My body, my cells fighting day after day to keep me alive. Of my brain, my mind, that is able to create, to process the world around me, to study, to be curious.

The two songs are "Greatest Show on Earth" by Nightwish (live version specifically) and "Saturn" by Sleeping at Last.

I would give anything to experience these two for the first time again.

Everytime, I thank Apollon for the gift of music that calms my heart and soul.

Some of my favourite quotes from them:

"With shortness of breath

You explain the infinite

How rare and beautiful it is to even exist."

"I'll give anything to hear you say it one more time

That the universe was made to be seen with by my eyes."

"We are one

We are the universe."

"Man, he took his time in the sun

Had a dream to understand

A single grain of sand."

"We were here!"

"We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones.

Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. "

"In the teeth of those stupefying odds us you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here

We priveliged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds

How dare were whine at our inevitable return to that prior state

From which the vast majority have never stirred?"

"From so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and more wonderful have been

And are being

Evolved."

Thanks for sticking to end of this long post. I felt inspired to share something a bit more personal.

Take care💛

[bakerstreethound]

🪻-since it's your anniversary, What has been your favourite experience here on Tumblr and what are you most looking forward to in the future? :)

🎻- saturn, sleeping at last & cherry wine, hozier <3

Hi Ali! Thank you for sending this in, I appreciate you (:

I can't think of one singular favorite experience I've had here on Tumblr, but I think it has to be meeting all these wonderful artists and writers such as you who are always so kind and give the most wonderful feedback. Another one was when I went out on a limb and introduced the Sherlock community to my softer version of Sherlock (Strawberry Sherlock) and he ended up being accepted without question and it makes me smile. In the future, I'm not sure what I'm most looking forward to but probably finding more fandoms and other wonderful writers and people on this platform.

Music/Song things - There will be spoilers for Good Omens Season 2 here so look away of you haven't seen it, yet!

Saturn by Sleeping at Last and Cherry Wine by Hozier: I can't decide who fits each song more if it's Aziraphale & Crowley or Crowley and Aziraphale. (I may have gotten carried away, but I hope you enjoy it! And may need its own post soon)

Both of these songs make me think of their separation and Aziraphale reminiscing about the first time he met Crowley in the skies as he was creating the nebula all beautiful and sublime and not a care in the world.

Orbiting Souls

Aziraphale would find himself searching for Crowley's smile any hints of him lingering but Heaven is oh so lonely and bleak, his status as Archangel changing nothing other than making him feel more alone and craving for a time back on Earth. Nothing is the same, not without Crowley.

Crowley is doing very much the same as he drinks alone curled up in the safety of the Bentley and he finds himself looking up at the stars wondering when his angel will be back, remember the error of his ways.

Say give it six months or so (felt like an eternity), Crowley goes back to the bookshop patrolling around it, he can't exactly help it and on the floor, there's his angel, his wings spread as if he's just collapsed.

Aziraphale pulls himself to his feet, looking at a perplexed Crowley who shuffles his feet, unsure what to do. He pushes his sunglasses higher on his face, expression bleak as if he's in a dream.

"Crowley- I'm...I'm so sorry," Aziraphale speaks quietly, his voice rough, his purple hues almost startling Crowley with their intensity. Since when had Zira gotten so close? His body thrummed, he wanted to pull away but Aziraphale is magnetizing even with a new shade of eyes.

His angel came back for him. He knows this, feels it. Crowley doesn't pull away, not when Aziraphale strokes his cheek, shy and unsure, fully taking in the contour of his face, tracing his thumb along Crowley's lips, stained red from the countless bottles of wine he'd consumed.

"Could you ever forgive me? I realized....I...I was wrong I can't do this without you. I was wrong about Heaven, I was wrong about us, I should've chosen you....It's always been you, Crowley and I-"

"Oh, angel," Crowley hesitates before stroking his finger over Aziraphale's cheek, starting into a hopeful tear-stained gaze, his hand falling to the small of Aziraphale's back. "You know I have nothing more to say on the matter. I gave you time."

The silence passes eerily quiet.

"Yes and I came back! For my sake I...I adore you Crowley. I can't bear to be without you. The universe calls your name to me every hour of the day! I'm hopeless without you. I'm nothing."

Aziraphale shakes in Crowley's arms, sobs staining the front of his shirt, burning through and he bites back a hiss. And there they stay in each other's embrace before Crowley pulls Aziraphale on to the sofa, the one that has years of history between them and Aziraphale says nothing, tears brimming in his eyes again as he leans into Crowley, oh so carefully taking off his glasses.

"Won't you say something?"

"I -"

That's all Crowley manages before Aziraphale's lips are meeting his own and he doesn't break away, feeling the love, the blinding truth shining through. Aziraphale has broken away, they were an us, it was them and nothing more than the universe. Just as it should been and as it shall always be. Crowley has never felt freer than to fall again, gracefully this time into the arms of an angel who had finally, finally come to their senses.

******

Her fight and fury is fiery, oh, but she loves Like sleep to the freezing Sweet and right and merciful, I'm all but washed In the tide of her breathing

******

With shortness of breath, I'll explain the infinite How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist

******

[noa-nightingale]

Hey just saw your post about feeling good about yourself and just wanted to let you know you're one of my favourite people here, and you really prove your blog header by being so rare and beautiful <3

That is so very sweet of you. I am glad you are having a good time on my blog! ^-^

Also love what you said about my header because that is very dear to be tbh.

"How rare and beautiful" are song lyrics from Saturn by Sleeping at Last and I found that song in this yt video with Ryan and Shane. The first time I watchd it, it made be cry. It is very very gorgeous and I recommend that every Watcher/BFU fan watches it. :3

It's one of my favorite songs and one of my favorite Ryan and Shane vids, so thank you for giving me an excuse to talk about it.

Wishing you the best! May your days be filled with warmth and peace. <3

[kolomo]

when you get this ask you have to answer with 5 of ur fav songs and then send this ask to 10 of ur favourite followers :)

(from userfrieren)

hi jenna !!! i just saw this 🩷

in no particular order:

kill all your friends - my chemical romance / gooey - glass animals / saturn - sleeping at last / 4am - bastille / stay away from my friends - pierce the veil

[monsterrae1]

🎶✨️When you get this you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, publish, then send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) ✨️🎶

Tagged by these two amazing humans @shortsighted-owl @alyxmastershipper

1 Secret Love Song Pt II by Little Mix

I just feel like this is the perfect song for a love that hurts, that you want to shout they're yours but you just can't. Idk, I love the pain and devotion in it. Like the chorus is just chef's kiss:

Why can't I hold me in the street? Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor? I wish that it could be like that Why can't it be like that? 'Cause I'm yours Why can't I say that I'm in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftops I wish that it could be like that Why can't it be like that? 'Cause I'm yours

2 The Last Time (feat Gary Lightbody) Taylor's version by Taylor Swift

There's just something about saying "This is it, I'm not putting myself through this for someone who doesn't want me" and then doing it over and over. Like:

This is the last time you tell me I've got it wrong This is the last time I say it's been you all along This is the last time I let you in my door This is the last time, I won't hurt you anymore

that's good stuff to cry to (or write to)

3 Saturn by Sleeping at last

There's something about the music in this song that just always captivates me, and the entire lyrics are just so beatiful, since the first time that I heard this song I fell in love If i copy and pasted anything from it, it'll just be the entire song tbh

4 Remembering Sunday by All Time Low

I don't even know why I'm obsessed with his song but I've been since the first time the album came out; like the missing oportunity of it all it's just, very dear to my heart. I think about this part at least once a day:

Forgive me, I'm trying to find My calling, I'm calling at night I don't mean to be a bother But have you seen this girl? She's been running through my dreams And it's driving me crazy, it seems I'm going to ask her to marry me

5 Save me by Hanson

Shout out if you're old enough to remember Hanson and their second album. I don't even know how long I've been obsessed with save me, but damn the pain in this song just gets to me every time.

If suddenly the sky is falling Could it be too late for me If I never said I'm sorry, then I'm wrong, yes, I'm wrong Then I hear my spirit calling Wondering if she's longing for me And then I know that I can't live without her

A friend went to see them live last year and she didn't know any of their songs so she couldn't record this one for me and I'm forever sad about it.

Tagging if they want to do this: @peaceofficerdiaz @katries @loveyourownsmiilee @rogerzsteven @buddierights @swiftiediaz @lostinabuddiehaze @prettyboybuckley @elvensorceress @eddiesbleps @jobairdxx @spotsandsocks @the-likesofus

[yuelun]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

Interrupting writing (only momentarily) because everyone is doing this thing and after-dinner fatigue is absolutely kicking my ass. And also, let it be known, Min, that I hope you knew exactly what me answering this was gonna look like. /drum rolls (also I need people to know that this has been playing in the background this whole time and I'm jamming out).

What's your phone wallpaper: Zhongli. But I edited the picture way too monumentally much in Photoshop. On my phone, it has a black background., I've dimmed it because I don't like my backgrounds to be overall too bright, I've selectively brightened some of the veins/lines along his arms and legs— he's a beautiful man and he's beautiful on my phone, he's been on there since I first found the picture months ago.

Last song you listened to: 'Saturn' by Sleeping at Last, but specifically the violin version with Tim Fain. Since I called myself out on this yesterday, the following should come as no surprise: it's my ultimate favourite song for Zhongli/Guizhong, specifically from his perspective after her passing. Aside from that however, it's also simply one of my absolute favourite songs that soothes me to the core every time I listen to it. .

Currently reading: It's been paused for a while, but things I've most recently picked up and haven't finished? 'City of Souls' by Cassandra Clare, a franchise I love dearly, even if nothing will measure up to the first three books.

Last movie: Final Fantasy VII: Last Order, I'm a huge Zack Fair fanatic. But also, it's been a while since I've actively engaged in watching a full film because I don't currently have the attention span for it.

What are you wearing: I live in loungewear or a mix/match of lounge/sleepwear and other clothes; I'm just that kind of girl. Granted, with all the moving abroad twice over in the last two years— I no longer have all of my comfy things. I'll restock. But currently my pyjama pants, short sleeved turtleneck, fuzzy sweater and fuzzy socks. If you ever see me inside of my home without fuzzy socks or fuzzy slippers (you know, like those that look like animals? I'll be 65 one day and still wear them), you know I'm not doing well.

Piercings / tattoos: Neither. I don't even have my ears pierced and it's not even for any specific reason, because I'd like to get them pierced. I just never... got... around to getting them pierced? I would like to possibly get a script tattoo under my collarbone, or something on my inner lower arm in white ink (I do have specific ideas as to what, shh).

Glasses / contacts or both? I'm nearsighted, so glasses, technically— but my eyes either got worse or better over time and my old glasses now give me a headache. I haven't gotten new ones yet, but I see well enough to be okay in the meantime. But soon.

Last thing you ate: ... Chocolate. But I heated up my chicken stew. I love, love, love a good stew or roast. And honestly, I'm on a fries and cheesy pasta binge, so I'll likely have one of those later tonight as a snack as I will, very likely, once again stay up until 6am writing and doing my own head in, because I'm right back there.

Favourite colour(s): Depends on whether we're talking clothes or otherwise. Black is a safe answer, but I like a lot of my accessories in white.

Current Obsession: Guizhong, (Kay, don't look) Zhongli, the Guili Assembly, Liyue the greatest nation in any game to have existed ever; yes, in that order. I guess also coffee. And also, none of these are only 'current' obsessions, they're going to be my obsessions well into any kind of perpetuity. No, I don't need help, I'll drown here very happily. :)

Do you have a crush? Are we including video games because of so... absolutely not, obviously. Geez.

Favourite fictional characters? /takes a breath. Guizhong, Guizhong, Guizhong— oh, others? Okay, uh, Zhongli... Madame Ping, Cloud Retainer, Osial, Marchosius/Guoba because I'm absolutely insane, Yaoyao (did you know that Yuegui, her bunny, was made by Cloud Retainer? I still cry over that), Nahida (she's the only non-Liyue character but I'm in total and utter love), Ganyu (I'm so close to adding her as an NPC on this blog, I swear to god), SKY BRACER-- I have a problem, I'm aware. I'm just absolutely feral over Liyue and it's fine. Let's move on before I expose my love for them too much more.

Tagged by: Literally no one, no one asked for my madness; they knew better Tagging: Be sneaaaaaky. &lt;3

[seventhscorpio]

You can often tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to. Put your favourite playlist/music library on shuffle and list the first ten songs that come up, then tag ten people to do the same. No skipping!

Tagged by @wonderwafles <3

Taking these from my Liked songs on spotify because wow imagine having a playlist with all the songs I listen to istead of just finding them in the wild, through the search bar, every time...

Read All About It, Pt. III - Emeli Sandé

Too Heavy A Burden - The Tiny

11:11 - Grzegorz Turnau

...Familiar Place - Lucy Dacus

Sweet Nothing - Calvin Harris ft. Florence Welch

Overture - from Phantom of the Opera

Got It Good - One Two

Saturn - Sleeping At Last

Way Down We Go - KALEO

Betrayed - from The Producers

Tagging @eri-223 @synnthamonsugar @savyir-genesizz-the-wizard @svedupelle @shadowtriad @a-driftamongopenstars @bioluminosity @xazz @drifterssidechick and @coldkryptonitecupcake, if you guys feel like it c:

[sunshinejins]

👀 ohohoho...dreamnap + 11 for the kiss prompts?

titan my beloved <3 just for you! also please listen to the song.. it's my absolute favourite of all time!!

“What song is this?” Dream blinks, galaxies and half-thought video ideas spinning away from his eyes as he focuses on Sapnap at the foot of his bed. He’s wearing a Dream hoodie, one of Dream’s Dream hoodies, and he looks suitably ruffled, like he’s just woken up from a nap himself. The peaks of auburn hair and sleep crinkles by his eyes give him away.

“Uh,” Dream’s voice feels like pebbles scratching at his throat as he casts a glance at his phone screen, “Saturn by Sleeping at Last.”

“You’ve been looping it for like an hour now,” Sapnap comes forward, settles into the space at Dream’s side that’s laid carved out for him, “It’s a nice song.”

“It makes me think,” Dream gives as a response as his eyes fall shut again, nose turning to fall into the waves of Sapnap’s hair. He smells like clean cotton, lavender, and home and it brings a smile to Dream’s lips.

“Whatcha thinking about?” Sapnap’s lips brush his throat as he speaks. The thoughts in his head stutter.

“Everything. You, me, George. Our future, our past.”

“That song makes you think that much?”

“I think it was written for people who think,” Dream confesses, “All of their music is.” They lay silently; Sapnap’s hands have begun to trace patterns across Dream’s chest. Dream knows he could say more – there’s eighty-nine things that have been on his mind lately and Sapnap is the subject of eighty of them. He could take this time, amongst violins and mental images of planets and the starry night sky to tell him.

He doesn’t have to. Sapnap just knows.

Dream feels when Sapnap’s lips brush the corner of his mouth, and he has half a mind to make a joke about their socks still being on. He doesn’t. Instead he smiles warmly, and presses a kiss back. It’s a bit warmer, a bit more solidly on the lips, but still soft.

The song restarts, Dream can feel himself relax into the sheets at the swell of violin and the thump of bass.

“Stay here tonight.” It’s a wish, not a question. Sapnap nods, eyes closing as he leans firmly into the crook of Dream’s neck.

“Always.”

[hyperesthesias]

Tagged by: @2clones-1kamino ! List your top favourite songs!

No particular order!

Piangerò la sorte mia from Guilio Cesare by Georg Friedrich Handel.

Der Hölle Rache kocht in meinem Herzen from The Magic Flute by Amadeus Mozart.

In the Line of Duty (Remix) from The X-Files score by Mark Snow.

Love Hurts by Incubus.

Jesus of Suburbia by Green Day.

When the Day Met the Night by Panic! at the Disco.

Still Breathing by Green Day.

The Ghost of You by My Chemical Romance.

Saturn by Sleeping at Last.

Christmas Island by Depeche Mode.

[Bonus Track: Suite en re de Robert de Visée composed by Marin Marais.]

No pressure tags!: @notawomanbutagodd ; @moonstrider9904 ; @lost-in-fandom-land ; @fangirl-goes-nova ; @littlefeatherr.

[hitmewithlghtning]

Paramore - 26

[iguanasplit]

Song Tag Game💙🌌

I was tagged by @isearchedtheyooniverse into this song game !!! so lets go

8 Songs and 8 People Tag!

Favorite song at the moment: im not sure... probably 4 oclock by RM & V, or Seoul by RM. they are songs i keep close to my heart. the lyrics and feeling is nice.

Song you associate your favorite ship with: oh this is a hard one bcs its been a while since i had a favourite ship. but from top of my mind: AMULGOE xiuchen with Saturn by Sleeping at last (i know heartshattering but it is the authors fault) and back in HS the Piña Coladas song for Solangelo (Nico and Will of Percy Jackson saga) and wasteland baby" by hozier reminds me of a post apocaliptic Sope AU i have

A song that could be about you: mercury by sleeping at last. the lyrics just feel too much, its my favourite thing to hum as i walk. tbh theres a lot of sleeping at last that i feel close to!

A song you think is overrated: lol tbh i dont know.... probably anything on the radio... im not sure....

A song that reminds you of a good memory: i dont know by seventeen, it reminds me of my ex-partner driving our friends (and me) to class early in the morning, i was still half asleep but it was really nice

The last song i listened to: PUMA by TXT im listening to it as i write this!!!

A song that makes you laugh: this one is hard??? jajajaja i dont think i laugh much in songs or about them.... hmmmmm..... maybe in SHINees girls girls girls its so cute... mostly bcs i think of the swciii stage!

A song i want my mutuals to listen to: Saturn and Sun by Sleeping at last! and as it might be noticeable im in a big TXT mood so from them i recommend Roller coaster, maze in the mirror, DEAR SPUTNIK and fairy of shampoo

Share the top five songs you have on repeat!

tagging: @wishforsomewherenew @forever5hines @jjongalaxy @flamingdiva @singswithmicoff @taelepathysroom @iuconic and @knjarchipoet

actually the list would be entirely txt so i will lie and pretend i listen to a variety of music

Blue hour - TXT

Atlas II: Four - sleeping at last

Runaway - AURORA

Moving On - BTS

0X1=Lovesong - txt

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Winter is Beautiful: Technical Boy - American Gods

I had to cut this in half because Tumblr wouldn't let me post it all as one.

Partially inspired by one of @random-imagines-blog Technical Boy posts.

Done for @atomicdetectivehideout‘s December challenge (yes, I know I’m a day late, shut up).

I’m not good at romance.

Fluff.

Word count: 4.4K+

Second Part

You smiled at the trees, barren and lifeless, all except the pines.

The pines were strong and sturdy. That beautiful pine green, even in the dead of winter. A faint hint of brown spiked the otherwise green needles. A sign of Death and Disease knocking on the trees' door.

The faint sound of Winter-ready birds hung in the air. Their song, even compared to the sunset, was something to behold. The rustle of the trees as the birds flew between the branches reminded you of days long past.

You inhaled the cold, country, Winter air. As you breathed out, a puff of smoke spread out. The warmth of your breath soon dissipated as the frozen air overtook it. dissipating. You smiled, satisfied.

The cool, pale yellows, blues, and pinks of the sunset waltzed across the sky. Not even the chilly air, which was sure to get worse, could dissuade you from spending time that night under the stars, especially on a night like tonight.

While the alignment of Jupiter and Saturn was not the main focus, it certainly helped to convince Technical Boy to come along. It was a "Once every 800 years" kind of event. Something that he would never get the chance to see again.

It had taken forever to get the tech god to agree. You hadn't expected anything less. He was him, but you were also you. Both equally stubborn in your own ways.

Speaking of the devil, the young god stood beside you, wrapped in far too many layers.

A beanie donned his head, along with a scarf, gloves, a Winter coat with two sweaters underneath (both of which you hadn’t the chance to see), a pair of jeans, snow pants, and winter boots.

It was beyond excessive in your eyes.

"You don't need all of those, T," you said. "You'll be fine."

He scoffed. Both of his hands wrapped around his upper arms, rubbing them.

"Like Hell," he mumbled teeth chattering.

How he could still be cold with all those layers was a mystery to you.

A blanket hung over your shoulder as you looked back at him.

"Let's just go."

"Home?" He asked, perking up a little.

"No, to the meadow."

Technical Boy groaned as he walked after you stiffly, following as closely behind as he could. The thick snow pants on top of jeans were hard to walk with.

Sure, the snow was a little high, but no higher than it usually was here around the Solstice.

A part of you wanted to grab his hand, just to hold it, but you thought better of it.

It wouldn’t be like it was the first time you’d held hands. The two of you had done it a thousand times. Okay, maybe that’s an over-exaggeration, but the point still remains; it wasn’t a big deal. Well, it shouldn’t be a big deal.

So, why not just take his hand?

Maybe because in the last few months, how you felt about him changed. When he smiled at you; or even just looked in your direction, it was like the world stopped moving. Your heart raced when he touched you. At times, you thought he could hear your heart pounding in your chest, especially when the two of you would lie together and cuddle. When he’d ‘Hmm?’ when you said something to him, your heart would turn to goop.  When he joked with you, you laughed harder than usual. Even just being around him made you feel this warmth deep inside. This feeling of being known without thinking he’d shame you for anything. It was slightly addicting but in a good way.

And as much as there had been a change in you, maybe there had been a slight change in him, too. Sometimes, when you stayed over at his place, he’d offer you his clothes if you wanted to take a shower. That way you wouldn’t have to wear dirty clothes after getting clean. That’s the excuse he always used anyway. There were times when he stayed at your place where he’d get all nervous about sleeping in the same bed together, even though you’d done it before, and he hadn’t had a problem then. He showed you affection and kindness and rarely said anything bad or rude about/to your family. He was kinder and sweeter now, less of a cat, more of a dog.

You also noticed things about him that you hadn’t before. Like the way he’d look at you with that big, goofy, adorable smile and how his eyes would shine brighter than the sun, the moon, and all of the stars when he saw you. Or how any time he hugged you, he would nuzzle into your neck and hang on for a little longer than most people. There were the times when Technical Boy would get hyper-focused on something and zone out. He looked adorable every time.

But there were also things you think you looked too much into. Like the little surprise visits and gifts he gave felt like more than what a friend would do. Before, you’d never noticed how much he’d look at you or how much more playful he was around you than most people. Of course, you’d never let yourself hope for more. He was a god, after all.

•

The two of you trudged through the snow as the sun set ahead of you. The pale colours of the evening gave way to the rich, dark blue of the night. Stars twinkling like diamonds suspended high in the sky.

For a moment, you thought you'd have to start pulling Technical Boy along. Thankfully, he kept up, even with all the layers.

"I was not built for the cold, Y/N,” he said.

You forged ahead. Trying (and failing) to suppress a smile, you looked behind you before turning back front.

"You're not used to the cold, that's all."

He whimpered, dashing to get back to your side. It was warmer than when he was by himself.

"How 'bout we just go back, yeah? Go back to the cabin? Where it's warm."

Stopping in the snow, letting it soak into your jeans, you faced him.

"If it bothers you that much, you can go back, but I'm not."

You didn't want him to go. He was the reason you wanted to come out here tonight in the first place. It wouldn't be right without him. Besides, two bodies are warmer than one.

Technical Boy looked between the warmth of the cabin that he so badly craved and you, the reason he was willingly out here, freezing his arse off.

Eventually, he chose to follow you, stepping to your side.

The snow flew up with every step. Some of it was packed beneath his boots, other bits stuck on them, but at least he wasn’t being drenched by it.

•

As you got to a fenced-in field, a smile spread across your face.

It was almost entirely dark now. The last vestiges of light from the sun were blinking out, disappearing behind the horizon. The stars and the half-moon became your only guide.

You giggled and looked behind you, still smiling widely.

"Come on," you said, offering your hand to Technical Boy.

He stayed where he was, a worried look on his face.

Your hand fell as you sighed.

"Really, T?"

The god shuffled backwards.

The low, barbed-wire fencing stood between you and your favourite place in the world. Besides maybe with Technical Boy.

Near an old, what you assumed to be, power box lay a dip in the fencing. The fencing had been bent and broken years ago, long before you ever came to the meadow.

Using one of the old, wooden posts the wire was wrapped around, you hopped over.

Breathing deeply, you face away from the dirt road and to the pure, untouched snow of the pasture. Your eyes closed as the wind whipped by.

Technical Boy whined behind you, reminding you of a puppy who wanted attention.

You turned to face him, a renewed light inside you.

"Come on, don't be a wuss," you said. "It's just a fence."

He looked at the fencing, then at you, bouncing side to side.

"Fine, be a wuss, but I'm going to enjoy the pasture."

You twisted back to the snowy, rolling hills far away.

"I'm not a wuss," he said.

You looked over your shoulder with a smirk and said, "Prove it then."

Technical Boy, scowling, glared at the fencing and stepped forward.

“Do we really have to do this? I mean, it’s fucking freezing out here. Not to mention, it’s really stupid. There are apps made for stargazing for crying out loud! We can stargaze where it’s warm, believe it or not,” he complained.

While his point about the apps was fair, the app could never capture the beauty of watching the stars with the naked eye.

"T," you tease in a singsong voice.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm coming." Technical Boy gripped the post you did when you hopped over. "Don't rush me."

"The sun has already set. We don't have time for this."

That wasn’t true. The stars would be there for hours to come, but you had to get him moving somehow.

With another small whine and some mental encouragement, the god hopped over. Now on the same side as you, he backed away from the fence, facing it.

He turned to you lethargically like he was bored, and glared at you.

“Great, I’m over here. Now what?”

Unable to resist, you snickered.

“What?”

You shrugged.

“Nothing, you just sound really fucking bored. I can’t combine that with the shivering you. It just doesn’t work in my head.”

He rolled his eyes and walked toward you.

“Whatever,” he said before rubbing his hands together and breathing into them.

You wiped your freezing nose with your equally cold hand, sniffing.

Eyebrows furrowed, Technical Boy took off one of his gloves and pressed a hand to your cheek.

You tried to bat it away, but he ignored it.

"Jesus Christ, Y/N, you're freezing," he worries. "Why didn't you say anything?"

You pushed him away slightly, his hands drifting to your upper arms.

"It's nothing I haven't handled before."

"Come here," he said.

He shed his coat and wrapped it around your shoulders. Taking his scarf off, he coiled it around your neck, tucking it over your nose sweetly. You giggled as he moved his hands to grasp yours.

"You feel like ice," he comments.

You shook your head, a smile plastered on your face.

"I'm fine, T. Let's just enjoy the night."

"What if you get sick!"

You sighed.

"I'm not going to get sick."

"That's what they all say," he said, pulling you close. "But then starts the sniffling and the coughing and sneezing. Not to mention the fever!"

You laughed at him. Pushing away, you took off and wrapped the scarf back around Technical Boy's neck. You glanced down to hide your giggles, but you’re greeted by a peculiar sight.

Covering your mouth, you stared at his chest.

He looked down at his sweater.

"What?"

"I can't believe you're wearing that."

He pulled it down, pouting.

"Your mother gave it to me. Plus, it's also almost Christmas. I thought it was festive."

You burst out laughing.

The ugly Rudolph the Reindeer sweater looked so stupid on him, you just couldn't help it.

"Y/N, don't be mean. I'm sure it took her forever to find one this ugly."

You kept laughing and pulled him into a hug, burying your head into his neck.

"I love you, you dumbass," you said, pushing away.

He smiled at you.

"I love you, too."

It may have been from the cold and wind, but you could have sworn there was a hint of pink on his cheeks.

You handed him back his coat.

"No, Y/N, you need it."

Instead of taking no for an answer, you tossed it onto his face.

As it fell off, Technical Boy caught it and gave you a look. The "done with your bullshit" look he often gave.

You just smiled over your shoulder and laid down the blanket over the snow.

•

The two of you stared up at the sky. For the first time since you managed to pull Technical Boy out here, it was quiet. Save for the wind rustling the branches and the coyotes howling far off in the distance. Some might be afraid of them, but not you. They were comforting. Familiar really.

Taking a deep breath, you could smell the clean snow. It was like water but cooler. As you'd expect from ice.

So enraptured by the peace, you hadn't noticed Tech staring at you with one of those rare, soft smiles on his face.

"Why'd you bring me out here," he asked.

Breaking from the serenity, you turned to look at him. His face fairer than usual because of the light reflecting off the snow from the half-moon.

"I wanted to stargaze with you."

Technical Boy nodded, seemingly satisfied with your answer. Keyword is "seemingly".

"Okay," he said, turning back to the sky, a pink hint to his cold cheeks. "But you never bring anyone out here. Not home, not to the cabin, and definitely not here. You only ever talk about this place like it’s a far-off memory. You don't even take the animals out here."

You sighed.

The stars glittered with the glowing moon.

"It's my quiet place," you said. "Where I go when I'm not really there. When all else fails, I can always come here." Looking at the sky, you smiled. "It's the most important place in the world to me. I guess, I just wanted to share that with you." You looked down and rubbed your arm.

Technical Boy let a smile spread across his face.

Cupping your cheek, he guided you to face him.

"Thank you, Y/N," he said. "I mean it."

You smiled back.

Technical Boy wrapped an arm around you and laid his head on your shoulder.

You watched the stars, Jupiter and Saturn's alignment shining amongst them.