#though that song was bad tbf

[ujuro]

Basically my beef with kpop nowadays is that the ladies still put out bangers fairly regularly but the gg landscape is one of the worst toxic cesspools I’ve ever seen in fandom (and the entire entertainment business too tbh) while on the other hand the bg landscape puts out decent music nowadays in comparison to fourth gen but none of the newer group members have any personality or noticeable star power save for like one dude from boynextdoor so I don’t feel compelled to pay attention to any of them

And then what’s in between are all of the lingering male soloists from dead/on hiatus third and second gen groups and that’s just mid soup lol

[rimeiii]

Matching WHB kings, nobles, angels, and humans to songs in my playlist

All of them are like. Video game music, unfortunately. And mostly based on vibes. So...

(More below the cut because it's a lot)

(And it would mean the world to me if you checked out these songs because they're all bangers tbf-)

Gehenna

Satan: Operation Basepoint by Life Awaits, from the Arknights OST (Contingency Contract #12, menu theme)

Sitri: Tea Break by the Atlus Sound Team, from the Persona Q Shadows of the Labyrinth OST (cutscene theme)

Leraye: The "Bad Guy" is Here! by Adam Gubman, from the Arknights OST (Ceobe's Fungimist, Dreadful Foe theme)

Zagan: Operation Spectrum Battle Theme by Cybermiso, DOT96, and Tigerlily, from the Arknights OST (Contingency Contract #5 permanent map theme)

Paimon: Light the Fire Up in the Night 'MAYONAKA' by Lotus Juice and Shihoko Hirata, from the Persona Q Shadows of the Labyrinth OST (Persona 4 side regular battle theme)

Belial: Heaven by Shihoko Hirata, from the Persona 4 OST (Heaven dungeon theme)

Astaroth: Rhythm in Literature by Adam Gubman, from the Arknights OST (Integrated Strategies 2: Phantom and the Crimson Solitaire, The Playwright's boss theme)

Tartaros

Mammon: Operation Blade by Obadiah Brown-Beach and Xueran Chen, from the Arknights OST (Contingency Contract #2, menu theme)

Bimet: Princess Amagi by the Atlus Sound Team, from the Persona 4 Arena OST (Yukiko Amagi's theme)

Eligos: Active Angel by Daisuke Ishiwatari, from the BlazBlue OST (Platinum the Trinity's theme)

Valefor: Wecgas fore tham Cynge, Searu fore tham Ethle by LJGH, from the Arknights OST (Episode 11, Steam Knight's boss theme)

Hades

Leviathan: Абсолю́тный нуль температу́ры by Bao.Uner, from the Arknights OST (Episode 6, FrostNova's boss theme in H6-4)

Foras: Keter Battle 1-3 by Project Moon, from the Library of Ruina OST (Keter floor battle themes)

Glasyalabolas: Unseen Entities by Raito, from the Under Night In Birth OST (Merkava's theme)

Barbatos: Ready? by D.D.D., from the Arknights OST (one of the menu themes of Heart of Surging Flame)

Avisos

Beelzebub: The Mushroom...Moves? by Adam Gubman, from the Arknights OST (Ceobe's Fungimist, menu and regular navigation theme)

Bael: Bullet Dance by Daisuke Ishiwatari, from the BlazBlue OST (Noel Vermillion's theme)

Stolas: Operation Pyrite by Jason Walsh and Alan Day, from the Arknights OST (Contingency Contract #1 menu theme)

Amon: Splash by PMP Music, from the Arknights OST (one of Ideal City's battle themes)

Naberius: Signore dei Lupi/wlfmstr by Adam Gubman and Shawn W. Smith, from the Arknights OST (IL Siracusano, Zaaro's boss theme)

Paradise Lost

Lucifer: Mortal Eye by Adam Gubman, BONZIE, and Christine Hals, from the Arknights OST (Typhon's character song)

Marbas: Conciliation by Kikuo, from the BlazBlue OST (Es's theme)

Morax: The Cure by Obadiah Brown-Beach and Denney, from the Arknights OST (Silence the Paradigmatic's character song)

Buer: Canto IV Boss Theme 1 by Studio EIM, from the Limbus Company OST (Effloresced E.G.O. Dongbaek boss theme)

Abaddon

Phenix: Lust SIN by Daisuke Ishiwatari, from the BlazBlue OST (Jin Kisaragi's theme)

Dantalian: Tumult - Raise Thy Sword in Pride by Yuzo Koshiro, from the Etrian Odyssey III The Drowned City OST (labyrinth boss theme)

Ronove: Torture + A Gifted Tormentor by Hironao Nagayama, from the Dragalia Lost OST (Legend Agito boss theme)

Niflheim

Andrealphus: Gazing from Great Heights by Obadiah Brown-Beach, from the Arknights OST (Children of Ursus menu theme)

Gusion: Aleph-0 by LeaF (featured in Phigros and Chunithm)

Bathin: Ad astra by Steven Grove, from the Arknights OST (Lone Trail menu theme)

Angels

Gabriel: Fear of God by Shoji Meguro, from the Shin Megami Tensei Strange Journey OST (regular encounter theme)

Michael: Judgment Day by Hironao Nagayama, from the Dragalia Lost OST (Rise of the Sinister Dominion boss theme)

Raphael: The Fifth Primarch by Tsutomu Narita, from the Granblue Fantasy OST (What Makes the Sky Blue, Sandalphon's boss theme)

Humans

Minhyeok: Morning Dew by Adam Gubman and Nini Guerry, from the Arknights OST (Muelsyse character theme)

Solomon: case i by Lucrezia, from the Dragalia Lost OST (Chapter 14 insert song)

MC: Battleplan Pyrolysis by Monster Siren Records, from the Arknights OST (Contingency Contract #1 Battleplan Pyrolysis menu theme, event literally came out today kekw)

[selfinflictedgunshotwound]

find it very funny how so many twin peaks fans (aka redditors) seem to think there's really only one way to read the series and just ascribe every single thing to their view of it instead of actually interrogating things

[autumnrory]

i've been going into the liam tag from time to time the last year where both his fans and people who hated him were Weird about him well before there were any allegations so i would get curious, i don't even remember what started it (maybe it was merely looking for photos that update accounts wouldn't post), but i normally try to avoid going into anything but edit tags for people i enjoy bc there are so many nonsense takes

and of course happening to go through today before the news broke bc i wanted to see what was being said about the abuse as i've only gotten bits on twitter and of course there were many posts rightfully calling it out and all but there's that weird mentality which i was getting a lot more of from twitter but some on here where they're like??? celebrating it and girlboss-ing and i'm just like. okay it's great that you're believing a victim but you're making light of it by talking about it like it's just another stan thing, i have seen that time and time again when this kind of stuff comes out and if people already thought that person was annoying or whatever they're just like "oh yes! i knew it! their career is ruined haha!" and it's like. you clearly don't actually care about the horrible things this person has done and just want to brag that you somehow ~knew~ a stranger's vibes were off and it's so beyond gross like you could use that energy to support a person's victims and instead you'll just try to prove you stan the right people and never the wrong ones or whatever

[boy-armageddon]

Personally I think the little phenomenon w/ Johnny Whitney writing a just genuinely sort of devastating song once per every record or so (or twice! take, well, Take Me to the Sea 4 example. actually three times maybe. talking about specifically georgia + my organ sounds like… here and also bonetrees and a broken heart a little. also also As Brass And Satin just feels utterly melancholic in its near entirety) is that he just wakes up face down covered in blood in the studio, his own or someone else’s he can’t tell, shaking and grasping some shoddily scrawled out lyrics on a rlly very old piece of paper. The rest of the band might be like “johnny what the fuck happened” and he just springs 2 his feet like “oh haha nothing :> im fine don’t worry. nothing happened!!!!!!! anyways i have this cool new idea 4 a song wanna hear” and any time anyone tries 2 ask about it he immediately dodges the question and moves on2 a diff topic. He can explain what it’s about, but any time someone asks about the inspiration he gets nervous and is like “ohhh ummm. I 4got! Any other song though lol” and doesn’t wait 4 an answer. that’s just a theory though a Seattle theory

[flower-boi16]

Bring the thunder down

Well time to give my thoughts on the latest episode.

POSITIVES:

-Seeing callbacks to previous episodes in season 1 was pretty nice

-Holy shit Verosika development? HELL YA!!!! I'm just going to say it; Verosika is the best part of the episode hands down. I like that we get to see a real side of her beyond just being a one-dimensional bitch, her being friendly towards Stolas due to seeing him, and how SHE felt when she was hurt by Blitz.

And she deeply empathizes with people who were also hurt by Blitz and holds this party so people can cope with their experinces for how Blitz damaged them, a place where they can all get together. Viv developing a female character...? That's insane! Verosika feels like an actual person in this episode, not just a one-dimensional bitch.

-We don't get a rushed resolution to Blitz's feud with Verosika like we did for his feud with Fizz, which I am very happy for. I liked how they handled the reletionship between the two here,

-The development for Blitz here is genuienly great...? Like, the episode does a good job of showing him finally realizing how his actions have hurt others, and shows him trying to play victim here in the final scene of the episode before accepting that HE IS THE PROBLEM. And it's now the begining of him finally deciding to grow and become a better person, which is probably going to be a major arc in both season 2 and the rest of the series.

-The characterization here for Blitz is also great. Again it shows him playing the victim here because he's too much of an asshole to accept how he might have hurt others, until he realizes how his actions actually affect those he hurt. He feels genuine remorse now for his actions after the song that Stolas' sings on the stage.

-SPEAKING OF THAT SONG NUMBER; I have some issues with it when it comes to Blitz victim blaming but for the most part it's not bad. The visualls during it look quite nice and the singing is really good. This also serves as a good moment for Blitz as a character; as he sees that actually did, genuinely, have real feelings for him, and it helps Blitz realize all the mistakes he's made throughout his life and how his actions have genuinely hurt others.

-The episode, generally, does a good job of showing how Blitz's actions have hurt others.

-The finale scene in the episode is fantastic. Like I said we get some great development for Verosika and some insight on how she felt when Blitz ran off, characterization for Blitz and growth with him finally realizing his mistakes and the begining of him growing as a person. The voice acting from the two especially sells the emotions in it.

This episode has a suprising amount of good stuff in it when it comes to Blitz and Verosika...unfortunetly there are still some issues.

NEGATIVES:

-Unsuprisingly the Stolas stuff here is awful. The episode constantly frames him as another one of Blitz's victims who was hurt by him which just shows more Stolas victimization. Whopee. The begining scene is especially awful when it comes to this. The thing that really gets me is the line "since when have I ever looked down upoun you", like, dude, YOU CONSTANTLY BELITTLE HIM THROUGHOUT THE FIRST SEASON. OF COURSE HE'S GOING TO THINK YOU LOOK DOWN UPOUN HIM.

And then he says that Blitz is like Striker which is fucking stupid.

(though tbf Blitz is deffiently an ass in this scene so I can get Stolas' perspective to a slight extent, but some of the framming here and dialogue is still questionable)

-Speaking of that begining scene, its...eh. It has the issues with Stolas victimization as I already talked about here but then there's the fact that they used Blitz not telling Stoals about Striker as a way to create cheap drama. YAY! Also this...never gets resolved in the episode btw.

-The stage scene where Stolas sings his "motherfucker" song is good enough in terms of development for Blitz but since Blitz isn't in the wrong here for not believing Stolas loves him it still come across as another instance of Blitzo victim blaming to a slight extent. I already expressed my opinions multiple times about why Blitz is not in the wrong for not thinking that Stolas has real love for him so I'm not gonna repeat myself here, but I'm really sick of the Stolas victimization in this season and I just wish the show would stop pretending that Stolas is the victim here.

-The conversation the two have after the song isn't an awful scene but still shows Stolas victimization. Again, more Stolas victimization and a lot of the dialogue from Stolas here really seems to point to this. Like the scene has Blitz apologize to Stolas and act like the latter deserves better than the former because the former was soooo mean to him UwU, and it just. Ugh. And then the episode has Stolas whine about how he just wants someone to care about him and I'm just like. Viv. You aren't going to make me sympathize with this stupid fucking owl. You just can't.

-The episodes seems to be implying that Blitz has feelings for Stolas...? Huh???? Since when??? And also why does Blitz even have feelings for Stolas to begin with? Like everytime Stolas and Blitz interact Blitz always shows physical discomfort around Stolas, why tf is he suddenely interested in him NOW???

-How exactly was Verosika able to know of Stolas' reletionship with Blitz?

-Blitz decides to go into the party WITHOUT A DISGUISE. Like he takes one eventually but why didn't you bring one to begin with...?

-Is there no one guarding the entrance to this party? Because Blitz should have not able to get in here.

-Blitz comeing in without a disguise doesn't bring any attention for some reason???

This episode was...actually kind of good. Like, I'd say this is probably the best episode of season 2 so far. It mainly suffers from more Stolas victimization and some very weird plot holes and the out of nowhere development of Blitz getting feelings for Stolas but there is genuinely fantastic stuff in here that's good enough to make the episode at least a 7.5/10, hell maybe even an 8. I could forgive a small amount of plot holes if there's enough great stuff in the story and in this episode there is.

So ya, I actually kind of enjoyed this one.

[guksvault]

HOUSE OF BALLOONS | JJK

04- D.D

Pairing: Jungkook x Female!Reader

synopsis: fleeing the pressure and pretense of your elite life, you stumble into the seductive chaos of the House of Balloons. there, Jungkook waits— ready to make you question everything you thought you knew

w/c: 2.5k

warnings: not rlly anything to warn u ab here!! except if u dont know who gossip girl is, major spoiler ahead xoxo, new reader!nickname unlocked! mentions of drugs!, lil bit of jk getting rejected, (deserved), tbf this chapter is rlly just a filler to make the next chapter make sense !!

minorsdni // masterlist

a/n: also if u didnt see the teaser?? intro?? to this series; it is heavily influenced by the weeknds discography (his first trilogy esp!!) !! so yes, Dirty Diana is a mj song but the weeknd has a gorg cover (D.D) !! so it counts!! ok bye

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

It took Yoongi four days to finally message you, letting you know the coast was clear to return the bag full of coke, pills and pot that you’d stashed in your closet.

You’d replied, promising you’d get over as quickly as possible, but your parents had other plans.

A Dedication Gala for some Ambassador they’d done business with in the past. Every elite in the city would be there—not because they cared about the man’s work, but for the chance to network, rub elbows, and boast about being “in the know.”

Your attendance wasn’t exactly necessary. You’d spent 45 minutes arguing with your parents the day before, protesting your attendance.

A museum filled with artwork and tributes for someone you couldn’t care less about. Conversations as thrilling as watching paint dry. Teen socialites flooding over to ask who you were wearing, pretending to compliment you, only to turn around and snicker behind your back.

These events had become more of a struggle since Yoongi left two years ago. He had always made them bearable—unplugging projectors, messing with the announcements. He hated being dragged around to celebrate people who, frankly, weren’t really doing anything worth celebrating.

Three hours of rambling speeches, housewives complimenting you, and their husbands’ not-so-subtle stares at your tits. Three hours too long for you to fake any more interest. Finally, you told your parents the cocktail food had upset your stomach and that you were heading home.

They didn’t push. You’d made your appearance, talked to Taehyung, and posed for a photo—exactly what they wanted. That was enough for them.

You arrived home, stripped off the mermaid dress that had clung to your body all evening, and headed straight for the shower.

Wrapped in a towel, you stood in front of your closet, eyeing the options. That’s when your gaze landed on the black backpack shoved behind the designer shopping bags at the top of the closet.

Yoongi had told you he was working tonight and that you could wait until the weekend to return the bag at the party—probably the smartest option, considering he was the only one who actually liked you there.

But lately, your brain hadn’t been making the wisest decisions. You’d been opting for choices that would’ve made you question your sanity, and, honestly, you’d been enjoying them too.

Whether it was attending House of Balloons parties, almost fucking the DJ, or hiding a bag full of paraphernalia for the hosts.

So, you decided to keep the streak of bad decisions going. You changed into a pair of flared Victoria’s Secret leggings and a fitted long-sleeve shirt. Throwing the bag over your shoulder, you headed downstairs to your driver.

Your driver had a lot of questions about your sudden interest in Daegu, though he never vocalised them. He figured it was better not to know.

In all honesty, he was happy to see you exploring life outside of Seoul. He hoped you’d make some real friends, maybe even find someone who loved you for all that you were. Over the years, he’d developed quite the soft spot for you—hard not to when he was the one driving you to and from school as a kid, watching you grow up. He’d always encouraged you to try new things, to be who you wanted to be. He wasn’t going to stop now.

He dropped you a few streets away from your actual destination, knowing it wasn’t where you really planned to go when you insisted he leave first.

The walk to the House of Balloons felt refreshing, no eyes following you this time thanks to your toned-down outfit. The streets were alive, people lounging on their porches, puffing on cigarettes and chatting with neighbors, kids running around, tossing balls and causing a racket.

When you finally reached the double-story brick house, you climbed the four small steps to the porch and knocked—three sharp raps on the door.

A groggy Jungkook answered. His hair was a mess, sticking up in every direction, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. The lack of a shirt left his chest exposed, his eyes barely open as he leaned against the doorframe.

He looks you over, his gaze lingering on your casual outfit. For a second, he thinks he prefers it over the ridiculous, glittery dresses you usually wear. His eyes land on the black backpack slung over your shoulder, and, against his better judgment, he finds it a little endearing.

“Breaking news: Seoul’s beloved elite ditches the world of debutante balls and Met Galas to become a drug mule.”

“Go fuck yourself, Jungkook.” You bite back a laugh. “How do you even know what a debutante ball is?”

He doesn’t answer you. Instead, he holds out his hand for the bag, but you turn your shoulder just enough to keep it out of his reach.

“Should invite someone in when they drive three hours just to return your blow,” you say, raising an eyebrow, fingers wrapped around the strap of the bag still hanging over your shoulder.

He rolls his eyes, then opens the door wider, stepping back to let you in. He closes it behind you and walks toward the living room. The couches, usually shoved off to the side, are now positioned in the center of the room.

The small coffee table, once littered with solo cups and coke trays, is now neat, covered with coasters and a few books, courtesy of Joon.

You follow behind Jungkook, taking in just how different the place feels when it’s not swamped with people practically fucking on the dance floor.

Jungkook sinks into the couch, his eyes on you as you toss the bag onto the empty spot beside him. He watches you scan the living room, noticing the way your gaze lingers on the space, as if you’re realising that this house—it’s also a home.

"So, D.D. Yoongi told me to tell you that you can stay 'til he finishes work. Probably won't be for a couple of hours-"

"What the fuck is a D.D?" You turn to face him, arms crossed over your chest, head slightly tilted.

"You know, D.D. Dirty Diana? That Michael Jackson song about the groupie chick." He says it like it's obvious, almost shocked you didn't know.

"First of all, not a groupie. Not sure how your melted brain made that connection."

"No, you're not. But I did walk in on you fucking my housemate, so... seems fitting." He leans back into the couch, fidgeting with a lighter, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I didn't fuck your housemate, and you didn't walk in. You interrupted." You sound almost defensive, but you're not sure why. It's really none of Jungkook's business anyway.

Jungkook lets out a small laugh, surprised you didn't actually fuck Hoseok. He'd half-thought he was lying when he asked him about it.

"So you fuck rich pussy now? Ah, shit-We're losing him, boys." Jungkook says, ruffling Hoseok's hair.

"Didn't get to fuck her, since you idiots don't know how to hide a bag."

Jungkook watches as you turn back to study the wall covered in photos and Sharpie marker notes. His eyes wander lower, catching a glimpse of your ass. He kind of gets why Hoseok wanted to fuck you now... and now, he's imagining those leggings on the floor.

You feel Jungkook's gaze on you, the way his attention lingers. You hear the leather of the couch creak as he shifts, adjusting himself. He grabs the remote, flicking through Netflix.

Some bird had logged in one night, and now, he's decided it's his account.

You take a seat on the opposite end of the couch, watching him scroll through the movies, each title met with his vocal distaste.

"Boring."

"Fuck no."

"Good tits, shitty actress."

Lands on the 2010 Korean Horror-Action film ‘I saw The Devil’, reclines into his seat with his eye’s glued to the screen.

The house is quiet, only the film playing making any noise. You had resorted to scrolling through your phone as soon as the movie started to get too brutal. If Jungkook’s company wasn’t enough to make your stomach turn, blood and gore was.

“Your parent’s know you been comin’ here?” Jungkook spoke up, had been debating if he should say something or not for the last 15 minutes.

“I’m not twelve, no need to report to mummy and daddy.” You move your eyes from your phone to the man sat on the opposite end of the couch, his eyes were still on the television, small rolls at the bottom of his stomach form as he leans into the couch.

“Well, obviously, but surely they wouldn’t approve. Yoongi’s told me about how people are where you’re from.”

“What they don’t know, wont hurt them. They don’t truly care what you do, unless it benefits or is a hinderance to them.” You shrug, turning your attention back to your phone.

It’s silent, for about 46 seconds before Jungkook becomes too nosy and presses you again.

“I’m sure they at least get concerned when you come home at all hours of the morning. I’m sure they want to know what you’ve been doing in the dark.”

Jungkook didn’t even know why he cared to ask, why he almost wanted you to tell him that they were worried, that they begged you to send your location, that they wanted to kiss you goodnight.

In his head, you had it all. The money, the fortune, and parents who cared. Parents who worked hard for you, who smothered you with all the love he never had. He believed you were blessed with everything he’d never even had the chance to experience.

“They don’t. Unless I’m sitting across from them at the dinner table, with the guy they’re trying to force me into an arranged marriage with, they truly don’t give a fuck.”

“Fuck off. An arranged marriage? You’re like that Blair chick from Gossip Girl, who had to marry that twat of a prince.”

Your head snaps towards Jungkook, and a full belly laugh escapes you. “You fucking watch Gossip Girl?” The words are barely words, interrupted by your giggles.

Jungkook’s ears burn red. His brows pinch together, and his tongue runs along the side of his cheek.

“Firstly, shut the fuck up. I don’t watch Gossip Girl. I just read that somewhere.” His words are an obvious lie, and he shifts his body to face you. “Secondly, shut the fuck up.”

Your hand shoots straight for the remote on the coffee table, clicking straight to the search bar, you click on the series, and every episode is graced with a red bar underneath them. The sight sends you into another fit of laughter.

Jungkook’s hand shoots out, trying to snatch the remote from you, his ears as red as the bar under each episode. His cheeks are flushed too, a mix of embarrassment and frustration.

You hold the remote high above your head, clicking on ‘Continue watching’ and letting the intro roll, barely audible through your laughter.

Jungkook glares at the screen and mutters, “Fuckin’ dickhead.”

“I told you the other night, you’re soooo cute.” You tease, and he hates it. Hates how he wants to laugh, hates how he enjoys the sound of yours, and hates that he kind of wants to know if you like the show too, if you think you’re more of a Blair or a Serena.

He looks over at you, and if he has to see that shit-eating grin of yours for any longer, he decides he will simply pass away. He leans over you, grabs the remote, his hands are covering yours, his knee pressed into the leather of the couch beside you.

Your eyes widen slightly at the suddenness of it all. You can smell the fresh scent of his cologne, feel the heat from his hand that covers your fingers.

Jungkook looks down at you, see’s your eyes looking up at him all doe eyed, almost vulnerable, he watches your eyes flick back and forth between each of his. His eyes glance down towards your lips, can see your chest breathing a little heavier than it had been.

Jungkook’s tongue darts out and wets his lower lip, his grip over your fingers tightening slightly.

”Keep lookin’ at me like that D.D and I might have to do somethin’ bout it.” He speaks lowly, his voice huskier than when he had been bitching about being caught watching Gossip Girl.

You almost want to challenge him to it, dare him to make the first move. But then, reality hits—you remember this is Jungkook, mega asshole to the core.

Leaning a little closer, you hover just enough so your lips graze his ear. The heat between you is tangible, the tension thick in the air. You whisper, your voice soft but teasing.

“Can I do something about it?”

Jungkook’s breath catches for a moment. He turns his head just slightly to meet your eyes, his lips curling into a faint smirk, his teeth sinking into his lower lip.

Your free hand slides to the side of Jungkook's neck, fingers brushing the warm skin there as you pull his face closer to yours. The heat radiating off him is undeniable, his body tensing under your touch. You feel him subtly nudge his head toward yours, a silent invitation for you to continue, to see what you'll do next.

With a teasing grin, you whisper into his ear, your voice low and almost playful.

"Dan Humphrey is Gossip Girl."

Jungkook is frozen, fully malfunctioning. Tells himself it’s the shock of pure innocent Dan, knows it’s really because he’d gotten a little too excited waiting for you to make a move.

He scoffs, pulls the remote from your hand, and falls back into the couch. “You’re a fuckin’ dickhead.”

You look over at Jungkook, watching him try to discreetly cover his semi with a throw cushion.

You stand up, deciding that perhaps now is a good time to leave before you really do something about that ache between your thighs.

“Leaving?” Jungkook speaks, his eyes locked on you, the tip of his tongue messing with his lip ring.

“Mhm,” you reply, bending down to grab your phone from the floor where it fell after you both had been laughing. “Can just let Yoongi know I’ll see him on the weekend.”

Jungkook gives you a small nod, standing up and walking you to the front door, holding it open for you. As you step outside and make your way down the stairs to the pavement, you hear Jungkook clear his throat from behind you.

“Thanks for taking the bag, or whatever. Saved our ass big time.”

You turn to face Jungkook, walking backward toward the road. His dark eyes follow you, his teeth pulling at the corner of his lip as he tugs on his lip ring. For a split second, you feel a flash of regret for not taking the chance to jump his bones, especially as you watch his hand trail over his abs. But that thought is quickly wiped away when he sticks his middle finger up at you just before you turn back around.

“Welcome, asshole.”

[verdantwyrm]

YOU SAID TO GIVE U HEADCANNONS SO HERE IT GOES!!

Curly is a youngest sibling, and a bit of a Mama's boy. He also seems like the kind of freak to prefer diet soda BECAUSE of the weird aftertaste (he canonically doesn't like sweets very much so this is not too much of a stretch). I've also seen others headcannon him as Australian and i feel like it fits although tbf I'm definitely not Australian and i don't have any Australian friends so idk if I'm the one to judge how accurate it is lol.

Daisuke is a gyaruo (this one seems pretty popular actually but i keep seeing people say gyaru instead and it bugs me so much because gyaru is specifically referring to girls like it literally translates to "gal" in English, and gyaruo is a modified version with a masculine suffix added to include guys into the subculture. I've been a gyaru for around two years now, so I'm not like an expert but like come on it takes ten seconds of googling. Ok gyaru rant over.) he also loves stupid sitcoms and has the most random music taste. His playlist will go straight from like Britney Spears to MCR to Lana Del Rey. It doesn't bug him at all though he loves the genre whiplash.

Anya is from Minnesota (YES GIRL REPRESENT!!) and she loves Culver's. She canonically loves junk food, and Culver's is like the signature Midwest fast food restaurant so yeah. She also cuts her own hair.

swansea and his wife love the Great British Baking Show, and lots of other baking shows too. He says he only watches them because she likes him, but is secretly WAY more invested than she is.

Jimmy both kins AND has a crush on bojack horseman. He also was definitely that one person at your school who was always like "nobody wants to be my friend I'm so lonely 😔" and then when you get to know them you're like "WOW I FUCKING WONDER WHY" (the initial sympathy is what caused curly to become his friend, but since he's curly, he didn't have the heart to ditch him once he figured out why jimmy was so unpopular. Even though he definitely should have.)

Ok uhh i think that's it. Ur awesome btw. I hope this doesn't sound weird but i want to platonically shower you in delicate flowers and fine lace and chiffon and silks because you have a gorgeous mind. Sorry if that's weird. You're so cool.

Haha yes! Send the headcanons!! All of them!

Curly being the younger one in a family is honestly so cute, he reeks of perfect little mama's boy who gets his cheeks pinched by all the older ladies for being such a gentleman and so kind and so sweet. The diet soda thing is so true and as an Australian I absolutely give you permission and acknowledge your headcanon because he absolutely is.

Daisuke is definitely gyaruo! And I love love love all the art I see of him!! The playlist I have for him here is very much like that, he has alot of songs that varies in genre! And hes very much like me fr

Anya absolutely cuts her own hair and doesn't care if its slightly lopsided. To me she loves any kind of fast food especially cheeseburgers.

Swansea is also just like me, I feel like he has a guilty pleasure of watching nature documentaries too, he finds them relaxing and informative, a break fron machinery and electronics and just relax in the calmness of nature.

I also headcanon Jimmy to actually sound like bojack horseman too! They're so similar its kind of scary.... I feel like he and Curly absolutely became friends because one of them felt bad and was doing it partially because he's just to sweet for his own good.

Also thank you so much!! I've never recieved such positive responses before over something like my dumb little analyses. Your love and kind words are very much appreciated!! It's not weird at all and it makes me very happy ⊂(´･◡･⊂ )∘˚˳°

[jkftkth]

https://www.tumblr.com/jkftkth/769301587290112000/httpswwwtumblrcomjimindiscussion769257726541

Look, I don’t agree with the way he intentionally or unintentionally made Jimin the focus of that video even though the headlines spoke about it being about Tae’s upcoming White Christmas but tbf it is journalism and he did mention at the start of the video that he was going to be discussing Tae’s upcoming song as well as some other times when BTS and other members have released Christmas -sy songs ( paraphrasing).

I think the issue is that some fans are too prone to misunderstanding things and jumping into conclusion. I think it was kinda unprofessional of him making another member the focus of the video but it was always clear that he wasn’t only going to talk about White Christmas and that was mentioned at the beginning of the video. While I think he deserved to be called out to some extent, sending him death threats was too far. I feel like sometimes fans forget that these people are only doing their jobs and everything that journalists publish about our faves are not always going to be stuff we like. Sending them death threats over stuff like that, when it’s just them doing their jobs is a little too much for me and let’s be honest. I don’t understand why sending death threats has become so normalized that at any slightest inconvenience, people rush to tell people to kill themselves. It’s never that deep and doing all that actually only reflects negatively on the artists. Imagine other journalists watching that shitshow happening in Tetris’ quotes and replies. What kind of impression does that paint about Tae and his fans?

yeah i don’t fuck with this take at all. mental gymnastics to water down the disrespect. or maybe the general air of indifference towards any of tae’s accomplishments has become too normalized.

before i watched the video i thought maybe there was room for it being an overreaction because sometimes solos are too sensitive to bts being mentioned in the context of solo works when it’s obvious that’ll still be a recurring thing considering they’re still a group. then i watched it and was unimpressed.

majority of the backlash you can’t even say were dts tho so it’s changing the convo at hand to focus on a handful of out of pocket threats and say any person who criticized the video is painting a bad image of tae when majority were simply setting things straight and as they should considering no one else seems to give a shit abt him.

ur whole ask and the guy’s response is giving me the same vibes as when corden tried to shift the attention from his disrespect just because some fans acted inappropriately.

call out the dts in a separate convo but don’t come to me and try to tell me it’s just “journalism.”

[viperwhispered]

Woe! Unfortunate magical accident upon ye, your OC has now been cursed with reverse telepathy🧠📢People around them can hear each and every internal thought being broadcasted. Oh no! Hopefully they can find someone who can undo this pesky spell, or just to keep them company until it wears off!

-🔮✨diodellet (hopefully im doin this magic nonon thing right)

Ty for the ask dio! Oh boy if this isn't a concept (that makes me feel like I'm putting poor Emi through a wringer, oof).

First thought: oh my goodness Emi is going to die of embarrassment. Plus she very much thinks with words, too, so no saving grace of having mostly images or something like that in her mind.

A lot depends on when and how this happens, tbh. In the middle of class? Better hope she’s thinking of class material, or her doodles, and not of Jamil, the teacher’s mannerisms or something else potentially embarrassing.

Or if it’s like an alchemy accident, then oops to whoever is involved for hearing about Emi’s frustration without a filter. (I feel bad for Grim if he's involved in some way, because she probably would be thinking something along the lines of "great, yet another thing going wrong because of this idiot" 😭. Tho tbf, the same would probably go for ADeuce, too.)

Though I suppose the saving grace is that in most cases, Grim is likely to be around, and would probably be pretty quick to be all “what are you talking about” or otherwise react, so the broadcasting would not last for long without Emi being aware of it.

Especially if she was alone or with just Grim when it happened (like, let’s say one day Emi wakes up with the broadcast thing happening), Emi’s instinct would very much be to hole up alone in Ramshackle - either sending Grim out as a messenger to the faculty / infirmary, or sending messages on the phone she got from Crowley if we’re past the first winter break. Or calling people, if the thoughts are only getting broadcasted to her physical surroundings.

Still, Emi would want to avoid other people overhearing her thoughts at all costs - it’s such a loss of control, and she’d very much hate having her inner world revealed like that, without her having much power over it. It'd feel pretty violating to her, honestly, all these things just spilling out.

Not to mention those thoughts where she herself is like "come on brain, what a rude / inappropriate first thought, that is not what we want to be doing".

If Emi had to be out and about, she’d probably try to focus on like counting in her mind, or trying to go through the lyrics of a song - or perhaps the ring-verse from the Lord of the Rings. Trying to make sure that at least she won’t be broadcasting any untoward thoughts about anyone, or otherwise won’t slip out something that she wouldn’t want to say aloud.

Alternatively: everyone can hear how she’s hashing out how to phrase the explanation of her situation to like the school nurse or the faculty. Or maybe she'd purposefully try to just loop the explanation in her mind, to explain things before she gets too many weird looks.

Of course, even then she’d get distracted enough to have other idle musings slip in, always quick to scold herself or apologize for anything "wrong" that she catches herself thinking.

Even with all that in mind, I think Emi wouldn’t mind having Grim around too much. Partially, of course, it's by necessity - she may ask Grim to spend some time elsewhere, but can't really kick him out of Ramshackle.

But also, in some sense, Grim’s opinion is not so important to her, because with him she’s not trying as much to project a good image or impress him. Like with how much time he spends with her, Grim already sees her all casual and homey, and most of what’s going on with her in general. So it’s not as much of a big deal with Grim, even if he hears something "weird". Though she still wouldn't be happy about thinking anything too personal / intimate with him around.

(She would be hoping the ghosts will keep their distance, though.)

As for Jamil, their relationship would have to be pretty far along for Emi to feel even somewhat comfortable letting him come over in person. Like, probably a year or so of dating for her to be at least okay-ish with Jamil coming over, though she’d still be kinda hesitant. Early relationship Emi, however, would be just way too worried of being somehow weird or off-putting.

Though considering the amount of masking Jamil does, and his own liking of privacy, I want to think he wouldn't feel too slighted, at least if he has some time to think about it. And at least they can still keep in contact via the phone.

Basically, the faculty (or anyone else who's the right kind of authority figure to perhaps be of help), ADeuce, Trey, maybe Riddle (she might be lucky and he knows something helpful), Jamil and everyone else (Malleus if his phone isn’t fried and they’ve actually exchanged phone numbers finally) is getting contacted via phone, unless she absolutely has to be somewhere in person.

So yeah, unfortunately Emi’s private enough that this kind of a situation will lead to her just holing up (and very much trying to chase off like ADeuce if they decide to turn up anyway - though she’d probably be somewhat more tolerant of Deuce than Ace, since she’d feel like he’s less likely to be judgy if she thinks anything “weird”). So hopefully someone can figure out something out before too long (meanwhile, Emi's trying to crash course herself on like mindfulness and meditation and clearing her mind, which of course is something you can quickly pick up, especially under duress).

For Emi's taglist, tagging @diodellet @scint1llat3 @moonyasnow @bibi-cha

If anyone else would like to be tagged for Emi / jamemi things, just let me know!

[spiderlandry]

it’s a sad song (but we sing it anyway) — ethan landry

Description: “Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.” (Richard Siken)

Or, Ethan tells you his true identity.

Pairing: Ethan Landry x GN!Reader

Warnings/Tags: angst, no happy ending sorry guys (but i dont think it’s that bad tbf), canon typical violence, mentions of death, extra warning for those who have watched psych s7 ep7, unedited but i might edit soon

Word Count: 1.4k

Author’s Note: someone should hold me back from using hadestown lyrics as fic titles .

Ethan is going to hell.

He had never believed in the idea of righteousness or salvation, not even in karma or the rule of reciprocity. But you’ve broken down the walls he has worked years to put up, leaving him vulnerable and wondering how you managed to destroy his years of work in mere seconds. Now he doesn’t know what to believe.

There is no version of this story that goes well for him, he realizes. He has turned it over in his head a million times, and it ends with you—or him—leaving.

He hesitantly steps onto the crime scene. Though nervousness is part of his act, he can’t help but think it’s also because he’s afraid to face you. He ducks under the yellow tape and his eyes flit to your figure sitting at the edge of the curb a few feet away from the others, a blanket around your shoulders. You pull it taut, looking at the ground, shivering, no doubt in shock.

He blinks and then he’s pushed up against a van, his angry roommate demanding answers. Ethan gives his alibi mindlessly. He had practiced it, he doesn’t need to think. It’s not like he can think, because once his gaze lands on you, your eyes widened at Chad’s outburst, his mind clouds with you. Only you.

What’s worse is that once Chad is off him and Ethan is squatting in front of you, you look into his eyes without a hint of fear. Not even betrayal. Because you don’t suspect him. That’s what shakes Ethan—he lies to you, and you believe him without so much as a thought. Isn’t this what he wanted?

Then why doesn’t it feel right?

He reaches out to you, hand hovering over your shoulder, silently asking for permission. You nod.

You’re cold to the touch, even through the blanket he can feel the chill radiating off you. He ends up rubbing your back to help you get warm, and there is a split second where you’re searching his face.

You jump into his arms, and he stumbles onto the ground as you cling to him, not even minding the stares you’re getting.

He relishes in your trust, knowing you won’t be safe with him for much longer. Hell, you were never safe with him. The difference will be that you’ll know.

Shortly after getting checked out by the medics and exploring the abandoned theatre with the rest of the group, Ethan is surprised to hear you ask if you can go to his place for a bit.

Obviously, he says yes. He can’t possibly turn you down. But he has a bad feeling, maybe it’s intuition or something else.

The view is familiar. You’re laying on him, a hand over his heart, feeling its steady beat while he squeezes your side for comfort. If the comfort is for him or you, he doesn’t know.

You’re both supposed to leave in a few hours to meet up with Kirby and the others to hopefully track down ghostface through a phone call.

“You can’t leave my side,” You finally say after a long stretch of silence, palm still smoothed over his chest. If you feel the sudden change in his heartbeat, you don’t mention it.

“I won’t leave you. You know that,” And he means it. He hates that he means it. It’s not him. It’s not who he’s supposed to be. “We’ll get him.” He whispers, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, relieved from the comfortable sigh that you let out. It’s a promise he knows he will break. Kirby’s plan is bound to fail—it’s a heavy stone in his heart, and he keeps it there because he knows he deserves the burden of carrying it.

You get up to take a quick shower, he heads to the kitchen for a drink. His throat is dry.

For the first time in his life, Ethan is clueless.

About ten minutes later, he hears the shower shut off, and you exit the bathroom after a moment, wearing his clothes. He almost smiles, but you’ve got something in your hand. He doesn’t process it just yet.

He never saw it going like this. Not in a million years, not even in the scenarios he ran through in his head.

Your face is devoid of any emotion. Numb, as you throw the dagger at Ethan’s feet.

He stares at the weapon on the floor, a speck of blood on the otherwise shiny surface, a spot he missed. He recalls haphazardly throwing the knife under the sink to move for later, but it is that moment he realizes he’d forgotten.

His head snaps toward you, and it’s then he figures out you’re shaking. But you’re still emotionless—maybe that’s what scares him the most—you’re the easiest to read. He can’t possibly read you now.

“Explain this,” Your voice doesn’t falter, and there’s a brief staring contest between the two of you before Ethan picks up the knife.

His body carries him. He no longer controls himself. You step back, much to his dismay.

You watch while he runs it under the water, unable to look in your eyes.

“Ethan,” you call sternly. “Ethan, are you listening to me?” When your voice breaks—

He breaks, too.

There’s a loud clank that sounds when Ethan slams the weapon into the sink. It makes you flinch.

His jaw clenches upon seeing the tears in your eyes. “Falling in love with you was never part of the plan, okay?”

It’s the confirmation you were looking for. The actual name to his secret is not even uttered, the word never said. It hangs in the air.

“This all started because my brother died,” The venom rolls off his tongue. “But—but then I met you. You’re—you were—” As he struggles to find the right words, he expresses his anger through a shout. “You fucking broke me!”

“What are you talking about?” You stand your ground, to his surprise. “Are you telling me this is all a lie?”

“Please don’t make me answer that,” He whispers.

This whole time, he has carried the guilt of being the reason for the torment you’d experienced. He carried it, thinking it would be worth it, long as you never found out. The goodbye never mattered—long as the image you had of him wasn’t tainted.

But now it is.

Marching toward him, what hurts is that there’s no anger on your face. “Yeah,” you nod, voice finally tapering. “You broke me, too.”

He doesn’t register the slam of the door until seconds later.

This was originally going to be longer, but since I don’t think I’ll write the rest this is how it goes:

Ethan doesn’t tell his dad about you knowing he’s ghostface, he just shows up to the park like everything is normal, half expecting that there’s police waiting for him there but since he’s practically given up he goes anyway

He’s surprised to find that things are normal, you’re just avoiding him. You haven’t turned him in.

You take Mindy’s place on the train, you get stabbed by Quinn and get rushed to the hospital.

Ethan is forced to make the decision of staying at the hospital or going through with the plan. He picks the latter.

It could have gone one of two ways (I didn’t decide):

The plan is successful, the family manages to kill the sisters and the twins and Kirby.

Ethan knows what this means. The mission ends with you. Ethan and Bailey have this standoff where they exchange silent looks, Bailey is practically saying, If you don’t do it, then I will. ‘It’ referring to killing you.

Ethan chooses to kill you at the hospital, not wanting for his father to do it. It reminds him of his first kill—his mother. He lives with it for the rest of his life.

Or, alternatively:

It goes according to canon, Ethan dies. You’re still at the hospital, unconscious, unaware that Ethan died. When you wake up, your friends are at your side, and you’re conflicted on if you’re relieved—then flashbacks ensue of how real your relationship with Ethan felt. You’re alive but you’ll never be the same again.

[washa]

I listened to Friendsgiving audio and here’s my favourite personal comments/thoughts!

Lasko being late?? Again?? Honey you’ll be rivalling Asher at this rate 😭

Who is he talking to? Like which listener?? I’m just gonna assume it’s coworker. 

Oh nvm it is Coworker 🙏 Yes i’m very excited to meet them too. 

AWH YOU CAN HEAR HIS SMILE IN THE “I’m glad!” FWEHJJ

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HIII DAMIEN 

Lmfao why’d he sound so surprised to see Coworker? I mean who else would they be coming with?? Huxley???

“And you decided to come anyway, Blink twice if you need help.” Thanks Damien, I’ll keep that in mind 🙌

I like how he’s talking about Huxley like he’s some sort of spawn of devil destined to ruin his life when it’s literally his boyfriend.

It is for your own good, last audio you nearly burst a blood vessel Damien.

Why is he saying it like it’s a bad thing?? Relax babes.

GAVINNN HIII OH MY GOD OF COURSE THAT’S THE FIRST THING COWORKER HEARS FROM GAVIN

I love the sigh of frustration from Damien.

“Ooh, It’s been awhile since I was called the devil. Are you looking to make a deal wildfire?” GAVIN 

LASKO PLEASE, I’m so happy he’s more snarky.

Me cro wai vey. Of course Damien brings that up.

“No he’s not.” HELP THE WAY THEY BOTH SAY IT AT THE SAME TIME LMFAO 

God Damien is such a drama queen. Yeah let’s play some mario kart.

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Huxley. Is it black/grey or clear?? What do you mean is that steam or smoke???

Damien sounds like an asian mom, I’m crying 😭

“Huxley, Open the door.” You were meant to be mine, I was meant to be yours! (The girls who get it, get it. The girls who don’t, don’t.)

Damien please sit down, Gavin please shut.

I love how Coworkers first interaction of DamiHux is Damien pleading for Huxley to open a kitchen door. 

“No can do baby.” URGH STOP IT.

Wait, isn't this the same song that was playing when Gavin and Damien were talking about him and Hux in the coming out video. Livin’ On a Prayer is a DamiHux song canon. 

THAT’S WHAT I'M SAYING LASKO, THERE'S NO WAY IT ISN'T.

Huxley you softie, he’s probably gonna shove right pass you and go cook 😭

NOO NOT THE ROLLS, Nevermind he gets shoved out immediately. His whinging, god he’s suffering out there. He’s like a dejected puppy. 

“Oh my god he’s losing his mind.” Huxley, that's the love of your life out there. 

They’re both delusional. It will not be good in the end. 😕

Awh Huxley, yes we love baby steps. OH MY GOD WHAT. DURING WHAT NOW 😨

Tbf yeah Freelancer is the last person to worry about when talking about your sex life 😭

Ay no worries, Love ya. YES HUGSS. OH SHIT WHOOPS. 

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Yes, let's sneak into the kitchen like some sort of reboot version of Spy Kids. 

Damien’s pleading his case right now, Take a break bro, You’re going through the stages of grief rn 😭

“I’m beating you again Damien look at the TV come on.” Why did he say that so sexily, what the fuck 😕

HELP HE JUST OPENED THE DOOR RIGHT AWAY.

Awh Huxley is so sweet, Yes I do hugs you big baby 💕

“Lasko gets such a big smile on his face anytime he talks about you, And anybody that can make a guy as sweet as him happy is great in my book.” STOP IT, YOU’RE SO FUCKING ADORABLE OHKJLKJF

Freelancer? That’s me though?? HELP WHY IS IT SILENT 😭😭

Yeah I bet we’re hitting it off, can’t hear shit but yeah 😇

Bless Lasko, please do help him with the cooking.

Are we talking right now? HOW LONG IS THE SILENCE. 

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Gavin and Damien have such a funny dynamic, love em both.

“I think you and I have very different ideas of revenge.” “I bet in this case they’re more similar than you think.” Glaring at the HBA bonus audio rn.

I can’t tell if Lasko’s being truthful or just polite. 👎

Oh Damien approves, We’re in the clear then!

LMFAO OK?? Huxley uses a pickup truck canon. 

“And if you ever lock me out of the kitchen again, I’m setting your truck on fire.” “Awh, There’s my man!” MY LITTLE SRUNKLIES ADORABLE

For a second I thought Huxley was gonna say Mate and my brain just did a reboot.

Yippee a toast! Here here! OH MY GOD HUXLEY YOU’RE RIGHT.

WE’RE LIKE AVATAR 🙏🙏 

“We can make a really destructive Orgy?” LASKO LMFAO WHAT BABES YOU’RE LOVER AND BOO THANG IS RIGHT THERE. 

Actually no, Coworker probably fell in love with him more. 

Yes, I'm very happy to be here Damien.

[willbyersenthusiast]

since i won’t shut up about Found Heaven, here’s a list of songs i think are very byler coded:

Found Heaven (the title track)

Alley Rose

The Final Fight

Miss You

Forever With Me

Eye Of The Night (kind of)

Winner (kind of)

and yk what while i’m here im gonna explain the reasons i think so;

Found Heaven:

i already explained this in a previous post (idk how to link them so have fun scrolling) but i will give a brief explanation; the song is about internalized homophobia and it’s basically conan telling his younger self it’s okay, or at least that’s how i perceive it, so i see this as a mike wheeler song. it can be will too but will is more out of the closet than mike tbf.

Alley Rose:

this one is kind of more about yearning and wanting but not before the relationship, it’s after it. they’re also kind of nervous around each other (especially mike) in season 4. the line “i waited all year at your feet like maybe you’d love me” is so them because they both waited for the other to reach out when Will moved to Lenora.

for the bridge, will is so worried about his best friend hating him because he’s gay and in love with him. “i thought if you’d ever leave me that i’d be the reason why.” and will again for the last little bit of the bridge saying “i swore hands were made for fighting, i swore eyes were made to cry, but you’re the first person that i’ve seen whose proven that might be a lie.” it’s kind of self explanatory in a way because will grew up in an abusive household. and for “don’t leave me hanging alone again.” i feel it fits both of them but also mike, because mike told will he felt like he was losing him and he wanted to be best friends again in s4

The Final Fight:

i feel like this one says how will wants to tell mike how much mike hurt him, and how he really upset him. he probably wants himself to get over mike and thinks this will help him (but it’ll just make mike confess😏 [hopefully].

Miss You:

this one makes me think of Mike telling Will how he misses him and how he felt like he “lost you or something.” and how “it’s not hawkins without you.” in season 4. and he knows he’s been a douche a little asshat (you can tell i’m a little upset with this mike lmao) but he wants “to be friends again. Best friends”

Forever With Me:

holy fucking shit this one. this song. i see this as Will yearning for Mike and wanting to be with him forever. “I ain’t sorry, though i should probably be. I think i’m gonna love you. You’re forever with me.” THIS SCREAMS WILL BYERS. “you are the reason i learned to love. Also the reason i cry” holy fucking SHIIIITTTT

Eye Of The Night:

i perceive this song as “this person haunts me. i see them everywhere and i can’t escape them” so it kind of reminds me of how they like always come back to each other? idk this one just kinda makes me think of them 💀

Winner:

this song (mainly just the pre-chorus and the chorus) makes me think of the rain fight. Will’s pov to be specific. i see it as Will saying “yeah you won you made me feel like shit, are you happy??” ykwim? OH AND THE SECOND VERSE “yet you have the nerve to miss me. how do i somehow feel guilty when you’re the one who let it get this bad” HOLY SHIT THATS LITERALLY THEIR FIGHT AT RINK-O-MANIA. like mike blaming will for not reaching out in the heat of the moment and therefore will blames himself too.

anyways that’s my little rant done GO STREAM FOUND HEAVEN ITS AMAZING AND IT HAS SUCH A DAZZLING 80S VIBE ITS MY FAVORITE THING RN GO LISTEN TO IT PLEASE ITS LIFE CHANGING

[cels-not-so-secret-love-affair]

falling to the music pt. 4 (jily)

a/n: we’re back again with jily because i am infested by brainworms. read on for marlene’s introduction, some little glimpses into what’s going on with remus and sirius (they’ll work it out, promise) and jily first kiss(es). p.s: the song the marauders cover is one of the boys by mott the hoople, and it’s a banger.

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Over the next good few days, the two of them text quite a bit. The habit just slips in, alongside her morning coffee and her nighttime skincare routine. James seems to be completely swamped with uni work, but still makes time for her, messaging her on his lunch breaks and phoning her up from the fruit and veg aisle in his beloved big Tesco’s to ask for her professional opinion on what he should prep for lunches that week. He sends her pictures of him brushing his teeth in his pyjamas at five o’clock in the morning, because he’s insane and likes to get up early, and she sends back photos of the sky in the evenings and her second (or third, or twelfth) latte that day. There’s a lot to learn about James. And, unusually in Lily’s experience, he seems to be equally as curious about her. He wants to know her favourite everything - colour, season, tv show, flower, music decade, sport. Then he wants to know why they’re her favourites, which prompts even more questions. It’s never an interrogation, though. He just wants to know.

Four weeks on from that first blinding meeting at the concert, then, and Lily is tucked up soundly in bed watching Criminal Minds on her laptop when a now-familiar notification lights up her bedside table. It’s James again - she can tell by the text tone. It’s different to her usual one. Instead of the normal chirpy sounding ping it’s a guitar riff, because she’s got a fucking crush.

James: hey lils?

Lily: Hi, James.

James: hello!

James: so i was thinking

James: we’re doing another gig soon, right?

James: and it’s a proper nice venue, i’m really excited about it

James: and i was wondering

James: if maybe you’d sort of almost kind of want to come?

James: you’d get all the friend of the band privileges and stuff, so you could turn up early (if you wanted) for soundcheck

James: and we could get you backstage too

James: oh and you could bring some friends if they’d want to come too

James: and everything would be free of course

James: drinks as well

James: idk, i just thought it would be nice to see each other so

James: is that like something you’d be up for?

Lily: Jamie, sweetheart.

Lily: I’ve been trying to send the word ‘yes’ since about six messages ago.

James: oh!

James: okay well yay!!

James: i’ll go grab the details and send them over then?

Lily: That’d be great :)

James: oh my god

Lily: What?

James: you just used a smiley face

Lily: Yeah? What’s wrong?

James: nothings wrong it’s just like

James: lily evans of proper punctuation and capital letters fame just used a smiley face

James: you would not believe how hard i am punching the air rn

James: i’m rubbing off on you ;)

Lily: Maybe so ;)

Lily: You two need to stage an intervention for me.

Marlene: hi lilsss

Marlene: bit extreme

Marlene: what are we supposed to be putting a stop to exactly?

Lily: Heterosexuality.

Marlene: oh okay in which case yes you’re correct and i am totally game

Mary: are we talking about james again x

Mary: lily sweetheart, you’re down bad 💗

Lily: I know, it’s awful.

Lily: However, would the two of you like to go out Friday night?

Marlene: fuck yes

Marlene: life is kicking my arse i need to get DRUNK

Marlene: tell me a time and place and i’m there

Mary: i’m free! x

Lily: Perfect!

Mary: where are we going? x

Lily: Right.

Lily: Promise you won’t take the piss.

Marlene: physically impossible, that

Marlene: but carry on

Lily: I may have just invited you to James’ next gig.

Mary: oh babes x

Mary: well at least it’s another chance for me to get a proper look at him

Mary: make sure he’s good enough for you 💋 

Marlene: tbf if there’s music and alcohol i’m happy

Marlene: and sure i’m curious about this guy and his band

Marlene: no piss taken on my end

Marlene: this time, we’ll see what i have to say once i’ve actually seen the bloke

Lily: I don’t deserve your kindness.

Friday whips around like a bullet, and before she’s even registered it Lily’s waiting anxiously outside of the venue in the cold, all dolled up and feeling vaguely nauseous. It’s not that she’s worried - Lily Evans is a confident woman, always has been and always will. A man is not about to muck that up for her. But he hasn’t responded to her text saying she’s there yet, and her friends are about to meet him, and it’s only her second fucking time seeing him in person which doesn't feel correct at all but that’s how it is apparently and blimey why is it so cold? But then she can hear a voice she’s most used to hearing over the phone, and suddenly things just seem to quiet.

‘Lily!’, comes James’ delighted cry as he jogs towards her from around the corner. His hair is messy as ever, and his eyes are creased up in that big beaming grin he wears so easily. Stopping in front of her rather breathlessly, he suddenly becomes awkward, hands fidgeting.

‘Sorry, I- I’m just realising we haven’t really, uh, done this… Could I give you a hug? Is that okay?’ Lily laughs, somewhat reassured by his obvious nervousness.

‘Sure, James. I’d like that.’ He pulls her into his arms then, and God she could just melt. He’s got the same cologne on from when they first met which of course means he smells practically edible, and his arms are strong and warm and comforting, and yeah, she could get used to this. But then he’s pulling away, and the cold that she had temporarily forgotten about begins to seep back into her bones with his absence.

‘Will you introduce me to your friends?’

‘Oh, yeah, sorry. Uh, James, this is Mary, Mary, James.’ James offers his hand to Mary, who shakes it and smiles appraisingly. ‘And then this is Marlene.’

‘Nice to meet you, Potter. I’ve heard a lot about you.’

‘Nothing too bad, I hope?’, James laughs, leaning across to greet Marlene too.

‘Well, we’ll see,’ she replies, returning the handshake with a strong grip.

James takes them in through the side door - ‘Alright, Sean? Yeah, these girls are with me, thanks man’ - and through to where the rest of the band are hanging out. Sirius is laying with his head in Remus’ lap (whose long legs are dangling off the edge of the stage), staring idly at the ceiling and speaking softly so that Remus has to lean down to listen to him. They make a complimentary pair, and seem very at ease with each other. Peter meanwhile is sat behind his drum kit texting furiously, but he looks up when he hears them arrive.

‘Hiya James, hiya Lily! Hiya Lily’s friends!’

‘Dezzie still breathing, Wormy?’ Peter looks slightly shy, but nods anyways.

‘Yeah, she’s doing good.’

‘Glad to hear it! Come say hello, won’t you?’

‘Two ticks!’

‘Sorry guys, bloody impolite this lot.’ James smiles ruefully at the girls. ‘Oi Pads, Moons! Get off your arses and talk to our guests!’ At this, Sirius and Remus look up from where they’re sat together in the corner, pulled forcibly out of their conversation and back into the room.

‘Hey, it’s Magdalene!’, Sirius grins, scrambling up quickly and bounding over to them. He winks at Mary as he says hello to her, then turns to Marlene, but is interrupted just as he begins to speak.

‘Lesbian, mate. Don’t try it.’

‘Ah. Duly noted. Nice hair! Now, Mary, darling…’ Remus, looking slightly hurt after having been abandoned, hauls himself up to his feet and comes to greet them too. He introduces himself to Lily and Marlene (since Mary is in the middle of being distracted) and Lily realises with some surprise that it’s the first time she’s hearing him speak. He’s quite quiet, with a singsong sort of accent and nice clear vowels. She shakes his hand warmly and is reminded of her impression of him when he was playing his solo. Then Peter finds it within himself to put his phone away and also joins them in conversation. He’s somewhat awkward, looking to James whenever his voice falters, but Marlene asks him a few questions about the band and he begins to chat quite earnestly. James beams delightedly and leans in to speak in a low voice into Lily’s ear.

‘Your friends are nice.’

‘Yours aren’t half bad.’

‘It’s good to see you, you know. You look lovely.’

‘Thank you, Jamie. It’s good to see you too.’

The venue starts to fill up with the rest of the crowd about a half an hour later, and the girls are front row. It’s really exciting, actually. There’s that sort of pre-concert buzz in the air, the low thrum of anticipation that underscores the chatter and the indie rock music playing faintly in the background whilst people buy drinks. A few girls just behind Lily are scrolling through The Marauders’ Instagram page, the glow of their phones lighting up bright, curious faces in the dimmed room. It’s clear that they don’t really know the band, but as they look through their posts a sort of running commentary starts up. One girl likes Sirius, which of course she does, and speculates rather loudly and inappropriately about the possibility of fucking him. Another protests at this, declaring that James is clearly the hotter of the two - ‘Look at that man in this photo and tell me he isn’t fit as anything!’, she says, passing her phone over and wiggling her eyebrows. Lily smirks quietly to herself. Yes, he’s fit, she thinks. And he wants me. The feeling brings a slight heat up to her cheeks.

Her thoughts are soon interrupted by a round of applause as the boys take their places on stage, Sirius leading them on. There’s a short moment of fidgeting with leads and adjusting guitar straps, before Peter raises his drumsticks in the air and looks to Sirius for his approval. All is quiet. Sirius nods, almost imperceptibly. The sound of the sticks rings out into the hush of the room for four clear counts. Then, all hell breaks loose.

The concert is insane, to put it lightly. By the time it’s over, Lily reckons she’s sweated off about six litres of water, her mascara is slightly smudged underneath her eyes and her feet are killing her. There’s a dull ache in the back of her head that won’t go away and she’s painfully aware of the fact that she’s scheduled a nine am study session with Alice for tomorrow. She wouldn’t change a thing. When the worst of the crowd has dispersed, their excited conversation and loud peals of laughter drifting out of the room, she checks in with Mary and Marlene before beginning to head round to the side door. Both report that they thoroughly enjoyed themselves, with Mary gushing enthusiastically about The Marauders’ cover of ‘One of the Boys’ and Marlene conceding that yes, they were quite good actually. Lily smiles giddily at having earnt her seal of approval, mentally congratulating James for passing the test. It’s cold when they get outside. The night is sweeping and gorgeous as they step out into the street, all bright lights and rushing cars, and there’s a sort of breathless exhilaration in being at the centre of it.

Lily’s just about to knock when the door is pulled quickly open from the other side. The sudden absence of it surprises her, and she loses her balance somewhat, which sends her stumbling forwards a few paces. Stumbling straight into James, as it happens.

‘Hey, steady on, mate- oh. It’s you!’ Lily rights herself quickly, startled, and blinks rapidly at him, the tops of her ears tinged ever so slightly pink. James looks down at her rather fondly and cracks a broad, easy grin.

‘Sorry Lily. I didn’t mean to give you a fright! I thought you’d be, y’know. Further away.’

‘Don’t worry, just a bit… unexpected, is all. You were amazing tonight.’

‘Thank you! I tried to look in your direction as much as I could, but I think I lost track of you towards the end a bit. Did you have a good time?’ He directs the last part to the group, peering over Lily’s head at Mary and Marlene and raising a hand to wave at them good-naturedly. This seems to suddenly make Lily aware of their proximity, as she moves back a bit to join ranks with her friends.

‘Yes, thanks,’ nods Marlene, in response to his question. ‘You guys aren’t half bad.’

‘Cheers, that means a lot.’

‘Will Sirius be coming out?’, Mary inquires. Lily shoots her a look, but she simply shrugs her shoulders and waits unabashedly for a response. James becomes awkward.

‘No, sorry, I don’t think so. He’s a bit, uh… occupied.’

‘He’s snogging Remus,’ yells a disembodied voice from beyond the doorway. It soon reveals itself to be Peter, who claps a hand on James’ shoulder and acknowledges the girls with a quick smile. ‘Quite thoroughly, actually’, he adds, matter-of-factly.

‘Oh. I didn’t know those two were an item,’ says Mary, looking a bit put out. James sighs, and rubs a hand across his forehead.

‘They’re not together, technically, it’s- it’s complicated. Did you really have to rat them out like that, Wormtail?’

‘It’s in the name, Prongsie-boy, it’s in the name.’

‘Yeah, well, anyways. Forget that. How are you ladies getting home? D’you need a lift?’

‘No, thank you, Jamie,’ Lily replies. ‘We can make our own way home just fine.’

‘You sure? I really wouldn’t mind, it would be my pleasure.’

‘The bloke’s offering, Lils. May as well take him up on it - especially if it’s a pleasure,’ presses Marlene, arching an eyebrow and smirking at her in a way that few would consider subtle. Lily pokes her tongue out back, but relents.

‘I mean, it would be useful, so long as you’re absolutely sure it’s no trouble.’

James’ car is nice; the kind of nice where you’re scared of getting in with mud on your shoes and it appears whoever designed it had an intense phobia of colours and non-curved objects. Heated-seats-nice. That bit’s pretty bloody lovely, to be fair. James, however, doesn’t seem to notice that it’s nice, and flops into the driver’s seat without a care in the world, slamming the car door and swivelling round in his seat to grin at the girls.

‘Chauffeur James, at your service. Where are we going?’

They drop off Mary first, since her house is pretty much on the way to Marlene and Lily’s. She thanks James for the ride, says her goodbyes to both her friends and disappears through the front door with a flurry of shouts about meeting up again soon as she blows giggling kisses over her shoulder. James’ eyes crease up amusedly as he watches her go. Then Lily taps her and Marlene’s address into the sat nav, and off they go again, cruising steadily past streetlights and takeaway places. Inside the car is pleasantly warm and the world outside seems to dissolve into a dreamy blur of softened shapes and colours. It’s nicer than public transport, Lily is forced to admit to herself. She watches James’ relaxed manner as he drives, smiles sleepily to herself and enjoys the soft, safe feeling that has begun to cradle her chest. Home comes far too quickly.

‘Here we are,’ James announces rather uselessly to the inhabitants of the house he’s just pulled up in front of. ‘Give me a minute, I’ll come round and open the door for you guys.’ He does as much, and Lily and Marlene get out, forced to sacrifice the warmth of the car for the brisk chill of the night outside it. Lily is distantly aware that this is her cue to say goodbye and go inside. This understanding hasn’t seemed to translate to her limbs just yet though, because she’s making no effort to actually walk towards the door. Marlene looks at her friend, then at James - who’s practically her mirror image opposite her - then sighs in a way that suggests she’s tired of being stuck in the middle of them.

‘I’ll be in my room if you need me, Lils. Have fun… standing.’ Lily blinks, then nods slowly.

‘Sure. I won’t be long.’

‘Yeah, okay. Thank you, James, for the lift and the night out. I have a feeling I’ll be seeing you again so, until then.’ Marlene waves at him, and departs.

‘So. This is your house. This is where we… part ways for the night, yeah?’ James says once she’s gone. He’s looking at Lily with big eyes like a rather mournful puppy, which is a fairly accurate representation of how she feels about having to say goodbye too.

‘I guess. We can chat for a bit though, can’t we? I know I’ve been watching you on stage all night, but I feel like I haven’t really seen you.’

‘Sure, yes, perfect, love that. Chatting. Hi!’ Lily covers a laugh with her hand and looks down at her feet.

‘Hello, Jamie,’ she replies, composing herself just enough to look him in the eyes again. Her cheeks ache from smiling.

‘You know you’re one of three people in my life to call me that?’

‘Am I really?’

‘Mhmm. It used to be just Sirius and my mum, but now it’s Sirius, my mum and… you. It’s weird.’

‘Should I stop?’

‘No, no, absolutely not. I like it. I like being Jamie to you.’ James’ voice is soft and shy.

‘Okay.’ Lily stares at him again awkwardly, lost for what to say to prolong the conversation but still not wanting to leave just yet. They’re both just smiling at each other quietly like giddy children.

‘Oh, you know what? To hell with it!’, Lily says suddenly. Then, with a business like tone and all in one breath: ‘James Potter, I have had a very nice evening and I think I should like to be kissed goodnight to round it off. Do you feel the same?’ James’ eyes widen a fraction as he processes, then flick to her lips. He takes a step closer, closing the gap that Marlene’s departure created, and brings a gentle hand up to cup her face.

‘Yes. Yes, I think I do,’ he says, before tilting his head and leaning in to kiss her sweetly. It’s a short kiss, tentative and caring, but when they pull apart he’s breathless from nerves. Lily grins at him.

‘Alright there?’

‘Yeah, uh… yeah. Glasses.’

‘What about them?’, asks Lily teasingly.

‘Not very conducive to kissing you properly.’

‘Well, we can’t have that. Kissing me properly is very important. Want me to take them off for you?’

‘Yeah. Yes, please. God, my brain’s gone to mush.’

‘I sometimes have that effect.’ Laughing, she removes James’ glasses, taking care not to poke him, and folds them shut. ‘That better?’

‘Much,’ James affirms, wrapping his free arm around her waist and pulling her into another kiss, this time deeper and more confident. Lily hums with approval, and reaches up to tangle her hands in his hair. Making out with James exceeds expectations, she finds, and a dizzying euphoria takes over her as he walks her backwards so that she’s up against the car. The two of them get lost in each other for a while. They fit easily together, exploring and enjoying each other with pleasant curiosity. James treats her tenderly, going slow and generally following her lead. Lily, for her part, has been thinking about this ever since James first got up on that damned stage, and very much intends to make the most of it. But then he’s hesitating, and breaking away from her, which is bloody unfair because they were just getting started, and he’d better have a good reason for this because all she really wants to do right now is to continue snogging him senseless. She leans back against the cool metal of the car with her arms crossed and peers at him inquiringly.

‘Lils… don’t get me wrong, this is like the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I am absolutely on cloud nine right now… but it’s, uh, it’s late. You told Marlene you wouldn’t be long, and I don’t want her to worry or anything. I’m sorry.’ Lily stares up at him and his sweet, sincere little face and finds herself simultaneously irked and endeared by him. Ugh. Curse him and his gentlemanly ways.

‘Yeah, that is true. God, you’re too nice for your own good. If you didn’t remind me about that we could have fucked in your car.’ James’ mouth falls open with a flustered expression. Lily snorts. ‘It’s fine, you can just dream of me for the time being. Save the sex for another day.’

‘Wow. Um, okay. You know Lily, you don’t make it easy for respectable blokes like me.’

‘That’s ‘cause it’s more fun,’ she giggles cheekily, tapping him on the nose. ‘Right. I’ll be off then. Thank you for my goodnight kiss - or kisses, actually - and text me when you’re home, okay Jamie?’

‘Of course. Goodnight, Lily Evans.’

‘Goodnight.’

[awyanno]

"It was a bad idea

To bring you back home

Was such a bad idea

I need to be alone"

Hi!!! I'm trying to use songs, cover art, and lyrics to analyze characters, relationships, etc to help inspire my art :)

Song: bad idea! by Girl in Red

-This song connects to Max & Pierre's relationship in the very beginning. The song talks about an unhealthy relationship that dealt with sex... and who on the server have a relationship exactly like this...? Tbf, they have since worked on it since, but the point still stands.

Characters: Maximus & Aypierre

-Maxo: Throughout the beginning Max was very unsure about the entire thing but he kept going back even though he absolutely hated it because he needed something. The inner turmoil that he had when he kept going into Pierre's room was potent. Also, nowadays, Max is isolating himself due to code arc.

-Pierre: Like the person referenced in the song, they're kinda initiating everything. However, unlike the song, there is a more happy note unlike the song

Cover & Inspo:

I won't put the actual image 'cause I don't want to be flagged for nudity even though it's censored. The cover image is one with a lady flashing the camera

[spacesapphi]

YIPPIEE time to bring in my ideas for Jas' parents and talk ab the kind of ppl they were when it comes to my writing! I haven't finished drawing them in my style yet, but I have picrews here as a very basic idea of what they would look like !

Their names are Amelia and Jason Anderson and I think ab them so much.... Ty to my moot moonferry for helping me figure out names for them!!

ANYWAYS more pieces of info below the cut for em :3

Amelia

- went to college as an education major, wanted to specifically work as an elementary school teacher!

- genuinely believes in the concept of magic (which TBF is real in Stardew) and will defend her belief to death

- she was so excited to have a daughter so she could dress her up in cute costumes and outfits, Jas was about 3 months old on her first Halloween and she had the most elaborate fairy costume on Earth

- Took the film class she met Shane and Jason in initially because it was the only available class of a credit type she needed. She's happy she took it in the end

- Both of her parents passed, and like Shane, was raised by her aunt. That aunt passed away while she was in college though :(

- got into gridball to be a supportive gf to Jason at first, but soon became a huge enjoyer of it and the Tunnelers specifically!

- very much the level-headed and chill one in the relationship, she keeps Jason down to Earth

- loves storytelling, and was great at it. She had a genuine gift for doing different voices and making the books she read sound fun. Her students loved it

- like Jason, is fairly tall, standing at 5'10

- Jas looks JUST like her, just with Jason's hair color. Everything else is like an exact duplicate of Amelia though

- loves jewelry, specifically fun and funky earrings! She has a decent collection of them

- an amazing cook, she just generally has the knack for it! She can look at pretty much any dish and know what she needs to do to make it

Jason

- he was a visual arts major, like Shane! He genuinely wanted to be a movie producer one day

- He was also on a gridball scholarship like Shane, and while it was a big passion, he didn't plan on going pro with it

- a very goofy and funny guy, flirted with Amelia using the corniest pick up lines (they worked though so he considers it a win)

- TOTAL WIFE GUY he loves Amelia very much and would do anything for her

- also a total girldad, he was so excited to find out he was having a daughter, like running down the street cheering excited

- his family disowned him after he came out as bisexual, so he really doesn't have anyone. This fact also helped him bond a lot with Amelia and Shane,, given that all three of them didn't have much family in life.

- he absolutely has a motorcycle and would take Amelia on scenic drives for their dates. She thought it was so romantic!

- he is VERYYYY tall, like 6'4

- very close with a lot of the guys on the varsity gridball team. He's a total social butterfly and has an easy time connecting with a lot of people

- he helps Amelia get out of her shell, just like she helps him stay more grounded

- tried to play a love song for Amelia on guitar for one of their dates. He does not know how to play guitar. She thought it was cute anyways :)

- was very nervous the first time Marnie invited him and Amelia over to the ranch for Winter Star. Since she looks more "traditional" and is religious it reminded him of his family and he was initially worried she'd be like them. She thankfully is not and is a very understanding and accepting person (Shane had to go "dude she helped pay for my top surgery what the hell are you worried about")

- worst cook on earth, he pours cereal into a bowl and it lights on fire (/j but he's BAD at it)

- dormed with Shane in college, they got up to so much stupid antics while rooming together /pos

BONUS height chart for the trio. Shane is so short bro