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BRING ME THE HORIZON : HAPPY SONG

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Town Pizza II

A chance connection between Tessa, a grounded book editor, and Harry, a global music icon, blossoms into a whirlwind romance as they navigate love, adventure, and the challenges of his extraordinary world.

Word Count: 8,164

Part two of two

Content warning: Smut towards the end

Part One

The next morning, Tessa’s alarm jolted her awake far too early for her liking. The soft glow of dawn filtered through the curtains of her tiny Los Angeles apartment, and the buzz of city life was already starting to hum outside her window. She groaned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and reached for her phone on the nightstand.

A few notifications lit up the screen—emails from work, a reminder to submit edits for a manuscript, and at the bottom, a message from a number she’d saved only hours ago.

Harry: Morning, sunshine. Hope you made it to work without too much trouble. Any interesting children’s stories on your desk today?

Tessa blinked, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. She hadn’t expected him to text again so soon.

She quickly typed back: Tessa: Good morning! I made it… barely. The coffee is doing most of the work right now. And yes, I’m editing a story about a mischievous raccoon who thinks he’s a detective.

The reply came almost instantly. Harry: That sounds brilliant. I’d read that. Maybe I’ll have to commission you to write a story about a rockstar who moonlights as a secret agent.

Tessa laughed softly, her tiredness momentarily forgotten. Tessa: I’ll keep that in mind. I might even give him your hair.

Harry: Ah, the hair—always a character of its own.

Shaking her head with amusement, Tessa set the phone aside and got ready for the day. By the time she stepped into her office at the publishing house, she felt a little more awake, though the memory of the previous night lingered like a dream she hadn’t quite left behind.

Her desk was already piled high with manuscripts—illustrated stories waiting to be refined and polished before making their way to bookstores. She settled into her chair, slipping on her glasses, and dove into the day’s work.

But every so often, her phone buzzed with another message.

Harry: Serious question: Raccoon detective—does he wear a hat? Tessa: Obviously. A fedora. And tiny sunglasses. Harry: Perfect. If he ever needs a theme song, let me know.

The banter was easy, flowing back and forth throughout the day, and Tessa found herself looking forward to each new message. Harry was funny, charming, and, much to her surprise, genuinely interested in her world—a world far removed from the glitz and glamour of international tours and sold-out arenas.

By lunchtime, Mitch had joined the conversation, adding his own brand of humor to their exchange. Mitch: Don’t let Harry fool you, Tess. He’ll probably write an entire album about the raccoon. Harry: Only if you play guitar on it. Tessa: And I’ll edit the lyrics. We’re basically a creative dream team now.

As the afternoon wore on, Tessa found herself thinking about Harry’s suggestion from the night before: Why wait?

Why was she waiting? She’d always dreamed of traveling, of exploring beyond the pages of the books she loved. Maybe it was time to stop dreaming and start planning.

Later that evening, as she walked home through the bustling streets of New York, her phone buzzed again.

Harry: Any plans tonight?

Tessa paused for a moment before replying. Tessa: Just the usual—dinner, a book, and maybe some sleep. What about you?

Harry: Sounds cozy. I’m grabbing dinner with some friends, but… if you’re free tomorrow, I’d love to take you to a little café I know, I have a few days off in between shows. Best coffee in the city.

Her heart skipped a beat. It was a simple invitation, nothing extravagant, but the thought of spending more time with him filled her with a quiet excitement.

Tessa: I’d like that. Send me the details.

Harry: Consider it done. Can’t wait.

As she continued her walk, the city lights glowing softly around her, Tessa realized that maybe life wasn’t just about waiting for the right moment. Maybe it was about taking a chance when the opportunity presented itself.

Tessa arrived at the café in Highland Park, the familiar scent of roasted coffee beans mingling with the crisp autumn air. The little spot was cozy and quiet, a hidden gem nestled between a boutique bookstore and a flower shop. She spotted Harry right away, sitting at a corner table by the window, his fingers wrapped around a steaming cup of tea.

"Hey, Tess," he greeted with a warm smile as she slid into the seat across from him. "Glad you could make it."

"Wouldn’t miss it," she replied, shrugging off her coat. "This place is perfect. How’d you find it?"

He grinned. "Wandering. The best things are always found by accident."

The conversation started light—talk of Mitch’s recent adventures, Harry’s upcoming shows, and the best coffee spots around town. But as the minutes passed, Tessa’s thoughts drifted back to their previous conversation about travel. She traced the rim of her coffee cup, the words forming in her mind before she finally spoke.

"I’ve been thinking about what we talked about the other day," she said softly, meeting his gaze. "About traveling."

Harry leaned forward, his interest piqued. "Yeah? Any new thoughts?"

Tessa sighed, a mixture of excitement and uncertainty flickering in her eyes. "It’s something I’ve always wanted to do—see Europe, visit all those places I’ve read about. But I don’t know how it would work with my job. I mean, editing children’s books isn’t exactly something you can do on the road."

Harry took a sip of his tea, thoughtful. "Maybe not the way you're doing it now. But have you thought about taking a break? Or finding a way to make it work remotely, even for a little while?"

She hesitated. "I’ve considered it. But what if I lose my footing? My job is stable, and I’ve worked so hard to get where I am. Stepping away feels… risky."

Harry studied her for a moment, then leaned back with a thoughtful smile. "What if you didn’t have to figure it all out on your own?"

Tessa frowned slightly. "What do you mean?"

He set his cup down and met her eyes. "Come with me."

Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. "What?"

"Come with me," he repeated, his voice steady and sincere. "I’m heading to Europe soon for the next leg of the tour. We’re hitting some of the most beautiful cities—Paris, Amsterdam, Rome, Vienna. All those places you’ve read about? You could see them. Experience them."

Tessa blinked, her heart skipping a beat. "Harry, that’s… I don’t know. That’s a huge step."

"I know it is," he said gently. "But think about it. You’d get to travel, explore, maybe even find inspiration for your work. And you wouldn’t be alone. You’d have me… and the band. It could be the adventure you’ve been waiting for."

She bit her lip, the idea both thrilling and terrifying. "But my job—"

"Talk to your boss," Harry said. "See if they’d be open to a temporary remote arrangement. If not… well, sometimes taking a leap of faith is exactly what we need. You can always find another job. But experiences like this? They don’t come around every day."

Tessa stared into her coffee, her mind racing. The thought of walking away from the stability of her life in New York was daunting. But the idea of seeing the world, of stepping into the pages of the stories she’d always loved, was exhilarating.

"I don’t know," she murmured. "It’s a lot to think about."

Harry reached across the table, his hand brushing lightly against hers. "I’m not saying you have to decide right now. But just… consider it. Life’s too short to live it all from behind a desk."

She looked up, meeting his gaze. His eyes were warm, steady, and filled with a quiet confidence that made the impossible seem just a little more within reach.

"Okay," she said softly, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I’ll think about it."

Harry’s grin widened. "That’s all I ask."

As they finished their coffee and stepped out into the autumn afternoon, Tessa felt the weight of possibility pressing against her. 

After finishing their coffee, Harry and Tessa stepped out of the café and into the crisp autumn air. The sun was beginning its slow descent, casting a warm golden light over the streets of Highland Park. Despite the charm of the bustling main roads, Harry tugged his cap a little lower over his face, an instinctive move to avoid unwanted attention.

“Mind if we take the back streets?” he asked, glancing around.

Tessa nodded, adjusting her scarf. “Sure. They’re quieter anyway.”

They strolled side by side down a narrow alleyway lined with ivy-covered fences and quaint brick buildings. The hum of the town faded behind them, replaced by the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant sound of a busker playing guitar somewhere in the park.

"Do you always have to sneak around like this?" Tessa asked, glancing at him with a mix of curiosity and empathy.

"Not always," Harry replied with a small smile. "But it’s easier when I do. Keeps things simple… or at least, simpler."

She nodded, understanding that simplicity probably wasn’t something Harry often experienced.

For a while, they walked in comfortable silence, their footsteps echoing softly against the cobblestones. Tessa was content to let the quiet stretch, but Harry had other ideas.

"So, Tess," he said, breaking the silence. "Tell me about your childhood. What was it like growing up? What kind of kid were you?"

Tessa raised an eyebrow at the question. “My childhood? Wow. Not what I expected you to ask.”

"Why not?" he asked, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I already know the present-day you—the editor, the book lover, the wanderlust dreamer. I’m curious about where it all started."

She smiled softly, eyes drifting to the sidewalk as they walked. “Well… I grew up in a small town, nothing like New York or here. Quiet, suburban, the kind of place where everyone knew everyone.”

"Sounds cozy," Harry said, glancing at her.

"It was," Tessa agreed. "But it could also feel… small. Like there was this whole world out there, and I was stuck in one tiny corner of it."

"Is that when you started reading?" he asked.

She nodded. "Books were my escape. I’d spend hours in the local library, reading about places I’d never been, people I’d never met. I guess that’s where my love for stories came from. They were my way of seeing the world when I couldn’t actually go anywhere."

Harry smiled. "That tracks. And what about the mischievous side? Don’t tell me you were one of those quiet, perfect kids who never got into trouble."

Tessa laughed, the sound light and genuine. "Oh, no. I had my moments. I climbed trees I wasn’t supposed to, sneaked out past bedtime to catch fireflies, and once, I accidentally set off the fire alarm at school during a science experiment."

Harry chuckled, eyes sparkling with amusement. "Now that sounds like a story."

"Not one of my finer moments," she admitted, cheeks flushing slightly. "But it taught me a lesson about following the rules... or at least knowing when to break them."

"Seems like you figured it out just fine," Harry said. "I like that about you—you’ve got this balance between being grounded and knowing when to take a risk."

Tessa glanced at him, his words lingering in the air. "I guess I’m still figuring out when to take the big risks."

"Like traveling," he said knowingly.

"Exactly," she murmured.

They turned a corner, the alley opening up to a quiet park with a single wooden bench beneath an old oak tree. Harry motioned toward it, and they sat, the cool breeze rustling the leaves above them.

"What about you?" Tessa asked, tilting her head to look at him. "What kind of kid were you?"

Harry leaned back, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Honestly? A bit of a dreamer too. Always had my head in the clouds. Music was my escape, like books were yours. I’d sit in my room for hours, strumming my guitar, imagining myself on stage in front of thousands of people. It felt impossible back then."

"But you made it happen," Tessa said, admiration in her voice.

"Yeah," he said with a smile. "But even now, with all the touring and the shows, I still catch myself dreaming about other things—simple things, like days like this. Good company, a quiet walk, talking about life."

Tessa looked at him, the warmth of his words settling in her chest. For all his fame and success, there was a part of Harry that craved the same simplicity she did.

"Funny how life works," she said softly. "You dream about the world, and I dream about quiet moments. Maybe we’re not so different after all."

"Maybe not," he agreed, his eyes meeting hers. "Maybe we’re both just looking for the right balance."

Tessa smiled, the thought comforting. 

Harry leaned back against the bench, the soft glow of the setting sun catching in his eyes. He watched Tessa for a moment, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"You know," he said casually, "it’s been a while since I’ve had company like this—someone who isn’t asking about tour dates or the next album."

Tessa chuckled softly. "I imagine you’re in high demand."

He shrugged, his gaze still fixed on her. "Maybe. But right now, I’m more interested in splitting a bottle of wine with someone who reads about raccoon detectives."

Tessa raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smile. "Oh? And where exactly do you propose we split this bottle of wine?"

Harry's smile widened, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "My place. I have a little apartment here in Los Angeles. Nothing too fancy—just somewhere to crash when I’m in town."

Tessa blinked in surprise. "You have a place in LA? I thought you were always on the road or England."

"I am, mostly," he admitted. "But I like having a home base in the states, even if I’m not there much. It’s quiet, private… and the wine’s pretty good too." He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. "So, what do you say? No pressure, of course."

For a moment, Tessa considered the offer. The idea of spending more time with Harry, away from the public eye and the noise of the city, was tempting. She hadn’t expected her day to take this turn, but then again, nothing about her time with him had been predictable.

She tilted her head, pretending to think it over. "Well, if the wine is good…"

Harry laughed, standing up and offering her a hand. "I promise it won’t disappoint, it’s my favorite from Italy.."

Tessa took his hand, the warmth of his touch sending a small jolt up her arm. As they made their way through the quiet streets of Highland Park, the sun dipped lower, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold.

"Any other surprises I should know about?" she asked playfully. "Like a private jet or a secret villa in Italy?"

Harry smirked. "No jet. No villa. But… there is a pretty impressive record collection. And a view that’s not too bad."

"Impressive record collection, good wine, and a view?" Tessa teased. "You really know how to sell it."

He glanced at her, his smile softening. "I don’t have to sell it. I’m just glad you’re here."

Her heart fluttered at the sincerity in his voice.

Harry’s apartment in Los Angeles was tucked away in a quiet neighborhood, the kind of place you’d never expect a global superstar to call home. The building was modern but understated, with sleek lines and large windows that offered a glimpse of the city skyline beyond. As they stepped inside, Tessa couldn’t help but admire the space—it was warm and inviting, a blend of vintage charm and contemporary style. Soft lighting bathed the room in a golden glow, and the faint scent of cedar lingered in the air.

The living room was the centerpiece, with a sprawling couch piled with mismatched cushions, a wall of records organized meticulously by artist, and a turntable sitting proudly in the corner. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed a breathtaking view of the city lights twinkling in the distance.

"This is beautiful," Tessa said, stepping further inside.

"Thanks," Harry replied, setting his keys on the counter. "It’s nothing fancy, just a place to unwind when I need a break from everything."

She turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "This is your version of ‘nothing fancy’? I’m officially rethinking my standards."

He laughed, heading to the kitchen. "Alright, fair enough. Let’s see if the wine lives up to the hype."

Moments later, he returned with a bottle of red wine and two glasses, setting them on the coffee table. He poured for both of them, the deep crimson liquid catching the light as it filled the glasses.

"To unexpected company," Harry said, raising his glass.

"To unexpected invitations," Tessa replied, clinking her glass against his.

They settled onto the couch, the wine smooth and warm as it swirled over their tongues. The city stretched out before them through the windows, a glittering canvas of possibilities.

"You know," Tessa began, swirling her glass thoughtfully, "I didn’t expect to end up here tonight."

"Neither did I," Harry admitted, leaning back against the cushions. "But I’m glad you did."

For a while, they talked about lighter things—music, books, the quirks of their favorite cities—but as the evening wore on, their conversation deepened.

"Do you ever feel like you’re chasing something, even when you don’t know what it is?" Tessa asked, her voice quiet.

Harry looked at her, his expression thoughtful. "All the time," he said. "When I was younger, I thought music was the answer to everything. I put everything into it, thinking it would make me whole. And don’t get me wrong—I love it. But there are days when I wonder if there’s more. If I’ve missed something while chasing the dream."

Tessa nodded, her gaze dropping to her glass. "I get that. I’ve always chased stability—school, work, having everything lined up perfectly. But now that I have it, I feel like something’s missing. Like I’m standing still while the world moves on without me."

"Maybe it’s not about having everything figured out," Harry said gently. "Maybe it’s about finding what makes you feel alive, even if it doesn’t make sense to anyone else."

Tessa looked at him, her chest tightening at the honesty in his words. "What makes you feel alive?"

He hesitated, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Moments like this," he said finally. "When I can just be myself, without the noise or expectations. Sharing a good conversation, connecting with someone. That’s what I live for."

Her breath caught, the sincerity in his voice disarming. She took a sip of her wine, gathering her thoughts. "For me, it’s stories. Whether I’m reading them, writing them, or living them. I think that’s what I want—to live a story worth telling."

"You already are," Harry said, his voice quiet but firm. "You just have to let yourself write the next chapter."

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the conversation settling between them. Outside, the city glowed, a reminder of all the possibilities waiting just beyond the glass.

"Thank you," Tessa said softly, her gaze meeting his.

"For what?"

"For this," she replied. "For listening, for… seeing me. It means more than I can say."

Harry smiled, reaching out to clink his glass gently against hers. "To stories worth telling, then."

"To stories worth living," Tessa echoed, her smile growing.

Harry swirled the wine in his glass, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "You know, if we drink any more of this, I might start believing I’m a poet instead of a musician."

Tessa laughed, leaning back against the couch. "You already have the look. All you need is a journal and some brooding."

"Brooding, huh?" he teased. "Do I not seem broody enough for you?" He dramatically furrowed his brows and stared off into the distance, clutching his glass as if pondering the weight of the universe.

She burst into laughter. "Okay, stop. That’s more melodrama than brooding."

Harry set his glass down, laughing along with her. "Fine, maybe brooding’s not my thing. How about this instead? Let’s put on some music."

He got up and walked to the corner where his record player stood, flipping through a stack of vinyl until he pulled out an album. A moment later, the warm crackle of a needle met the grooves, and a soulful melody filled the room.

Harry turned back to her, holding out a hand. "What do you say, Tess? Fancy a little dancing?"

Tessa hesitated for a moment, glancing at her half-empty glass before grinning and placing it on the table. "Why not? We’ve already crossed enough lines tonight."

She took his hand, and he pulled her to her feet. The song was slow and smooth, with a rhythm that seemed to melt into the warm ambiance of the room. Harry twirled her gently, making her laugh as they moved awkwardly at first, swaying and stepping over each other’s feet.

"You’re terrible at this," she teased, bumping his shoulder lightly.

"I’m fantastic at this," he countered with mock indignation, spinning her again for good measure.

The wine had clearly gotten to both of them by the time the second song came on. Their steps grew looser, their laughter louder, until they were full-on dancing in the middle of his living room. Harry twirled dramatically, nearly stumbling into the couch, and Tessa doubled over laughing, clutching his arm to keep him upright.

"Okay, maybe we are a little wasted," he admitted, catching his breath.

"A little?" she said, her voice breathless. "I can barely feel my feet."

He looked down at her, their laughter fading into a quieter moment. The music swelled around them, and for the first time all evening, the world seemed to stand still. Harry’s hands rested lightly on her waist as her fingers grazed his shoulders, the space between them narrowing.

Tessa felt the weight of the moment pressing against her, her heart pounding as she met his gaze. She didn’t know whether it was the wine, the music, or just the magic of the night, but before she could second-guess herself, she leaned in and kissed him.

Harry froze for a split second, then kissed her back, his hand moving gently to the back of her neck. The kiss was warm and tentative at first, but it deepened as they found a rhythm, the music fading into the background.

When they finally broke apart, their faces were still close, breaths mingling in the dim light of the room.

"Well," Harry said softly, his voice tinged with amusement. "That was… unexpected."

Tessa’s cheeks flushed, but she managed a smile. "You’re not complaining, are you?"

"Not even a little," he replied, his thumb brushing lightly against her cheek.

They stayed like that for a moment, the wine and the warmth between them creating a heady mix that made the rest of the world feel far away.

Harry leaned back in, his lips brushing against Tessa’s as he kissed her again, this time deeper, slower, as if savoring the moment. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her a little closer, and she felt herself melt into him, the world around them dissolving completely.

Her fingers found their way to his hair, tangling gently as the kiss grew more intense, heat sparking between them. For a moment, everything felt effortless, natural, like they were falling into a rhythm that had been waiting for them all along.

But then Harry stilled, his lips lingering against hers for one last heartbeat before he pulled away. His breathing was uneven, and his hands rested lightly on her arms as he took a small step back.

Tessa blinked, her mind still spinning, as she met his gaze. His eyes were soft, warm, and tinged with something she couldn’t quite place—affection, maybe, or restraint.

"Harry?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

He gave her a small smile, his thumb brushing lightly against her arm. "I don’t want to keep kissing you like this."

Her brows furrowed, her heart skipping. "What do you mean?"

He exhaled, his smile growing a little sheepish. "I mean… we’re both a little tipsy, maybe more than a little. And this—" He motioned vaguely between them. "I don’t want it to be something we blame on the wine tomorrow. I want to remember it. All of it."

Tessa’s heart softened, the sincerity in his voice cutting through her initial confusion. She nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at her lips. "You’re kind of a romantic, aren’t you?"

"Maybe," he admitted, his grin returning. "But can you blame me? Some moments are worth waiting for."

She chuckled softly, stepping closer to him, her hand resting lightly against his chest. "You sure know how to say the right thing."

"I mean it, Tess," he said, his voice dropping to a gentle murmur. "You deserve more than some hazy memory of a night like this. And so do I."

She felt a flutter in her chest, her cheeks warming. "Okay," she said softly. "I get it."

"Good," Harry replied, his grin turning playful again. "Because if we’re going to do this, I want to get it right. All of it."

They shared a quiet laugh before he took her hand and led her back to the couch. The record had finished playing, the room now filled with the faint hum of the needle against the vinyl.

"Want to restart the music?" he asked, reaching for the turntable.

Tessa nodded, settling into the cushions. "Only if you promise not to fall asleep halfway through the next song."

"Deal," he said, winking as he set the needle back.

And as the soft crackle of the record filled the room once more, they fell into easy conversation, the heat of the moment replaced by a warmth that lingered long into the night.

As the night wore on, Tessa knew it was time to head home. The wine had worn her out, and despite the comfort of Harry’s apartment, she didn’t want to overstay her welcome. She called an Uber, and Harry walked her to the door, his hand brushing against hers as they stood under the soft glow of the hallway light.

"Text me when you’re home safe, yeah?" he said, his voice warm and low.

"I will," she promised, smiling up at him.

For a moment, it felt like he might kiss her again, but he simply squeezed her hand gently and stepped back. She turned and walked down the hall, her heart thrumming with every step.

The ride back to her apartment was quiet, the city lights blurring past as she replayed the evening in her mind. By the time she got home, the weight of the night was pressing on her in a way that was both exhilarating and overwhelming. She needed to shake off the haze of wine and emotions, so she headed straight for a hot shower.

The steam enveloped her as the water cascaded over her skin, and she leaned against the tiled wall, letting her thoughts swirl. Harry’s words, his touch, the way he’d looked at her—it all felt like something out of a storybook.

I’m falling for him, she realized, the thought hitting her like a revelation. No, it wasn’t just falling—it felt deeper, more consuming than that. She was insanely in love with him.

She finished her shower, wrapping herself in a plush towel and padding into her room. As she sat on the edge of her bed, her phone buzzed with a new message. It was from Mitch.

Mitch: Hey, so… Harry told me he invited you to Europe.

Tessa’s eyes widened, her pulse quickening as she read the text.

Mitch: I think you should go. It’s a great opportunity to see the world, and honestly? He’s completely smitten with you.

She stared at the screen, her heart racing. The idea of going to Europe with Harry felt both thrilling and terrifying. It was a chance to step into the life she’d always dreamed about, to finally see the places that had lived in her imagination for so long. And the fact that Harry wanted her there? It sent a jolt of warmth through her chest.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard before she typed back.

Tessa: He’s smitten with me? Really?

Mitch replied almost immediately.

Mitch: Oh, come on. You’re not that clueless. He’s completely taken with you. Trust me—go to Europe, Tess. You won’t regret it.

She set her phone down, lying back on her bed as her thoughts spiraled. Could she really do it? Leave her job, her routine, her carefully constructed life behind for something so uncertain?

The next morning, Tessa woke up with a mix of nerves and excitement buzzing in her chest. The realization of what she’d decided to do hit her like a jolt of electricity, but instead of dread, she felt an exhilarating sense of freedom.

At work, she spent the first few hours finishing edits on a manuscript before gathering the courage to talk to her boss. She knocked lightly on the office door, and her boss, Linda, looked up from her desk with a warm smile.

"Tessa, come on in. What’s up?"

Tessa stepped inside, her hands clasped in front of her. "Linda, I need to talk to you about something."

Linda gestured to the chair across from her. "That sounds serious. Everything okay?"

Tessa nodded, taking a seat. "It is. It’s just… I’ve been given an opportunity, and I think I need to take it. I’ve decided to travel for a few months. To Europe."

Linda’s expression shifted, a mixture of surprise and understanding crossing her face. "Wow. That’s a big step."

"It is," Tessa agreed, her voice steady. "And I know it’s sudden, but I’ve always dreamed of seeing the world, and this feels like the right time. I’m so grateful for everything I’ve learned here, but I think I need to take this chance."

Linda leaned back in her chair, studying her for a moment before smiling. "You’ve always been one of our best, Tessa. We’ll be sad to see you go, but I understand. Life’s too short to let opportunities like this pass you by."

Tessa’s shoulders relaxed, relief washing over her. "Thank you, Linda. That means a lot."

They spent the next half hour discussing logistics—wrapping up her current projects, transitioning her responsibilities, and setting a tentative end date. When the meeting ended, Tessa felt a bittersweet pang in her chest but also an undeniable sense of excitement.

Back at her desk, she picked up her phone and typed a quick message to Harry.

Tessa: I talked to my boss this morning. I’m officially joining you on the road. Europe, here I come.

The reply came almost instantly.

Harry: That’s amazing! I’m so happy you’re coming. It’s going to be incredible—I promise.

Tessa smiled, her heart pounding with anticipation as the reality of her decision sank in.

Tessa: I hope you’re ready for me to ask a million questions about where we’re going.

Harry: I wouldn’t have it any other way. Get ready, Tess—you’re about to live the story you’ve always dreamed of.

And Harry was right, she was living out the dream she could only think of in her slumbers. 

Two Months Later

The Italian sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the cobblestone streets of Verona. Tessa couldn’t stop staring at everything—the terracotta rooftops, the ivy-covered walls, the charm of a place so steeped in history that every corner seemed to whisper a story.

Harry walked beside her, his hand brushing against hers as they weaved through the narrow alleys. He had insisted on taking her to see Juliet’s balcony, one of Verona’s most famous landmarks. It wasn’t a typical tour stop for him, but he knew how much she’d love it.

When they arrived, Tessa stood in awe, her eyes fixed on the iconic stone balcony above. Tourists milled about the courtyard, taking photos and leaving notes on the walls, but for a moment, it felt like the world had shrunk down to just her and Harry.

"I can’t believe I’m actually here," she said, her voice soft with wonder. "I’ve read about this place so many times, but seeing it in person… it’s surreal."

Harry grinned, his hands stuffed casually in his pockets. "You know, I couldn’t bring a literature lover like you to Italy without making this stop."

She turned to him, her smile wide. "It’s perfect. Thank you."

"Well," he said, tilting his head toward the balcony, "if we’re going to do this, we have to do it right."

Tessa laughed, already catching on. "Oh no. Are you suggesting…?"

"Absolutely," he said, stepping back dramatically and clearing his throat. "Let me channel my inner Romeo." He pointed up at the balcony, raising an eyebrow. "You ready, Juliet?"

She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t hide her grin as she walked over to stand beneath the balcony. "Fine, but only if you don’t embarrass me too much."

"No promises," he teased. Then, with theatrical flair, he gestured grandly toward her. "But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!"

Tessa burst into laughter, her cheeks flushing as a few nearby tourists turned to watch. "You’re ridiculous," she said, shaking her head.

"Ridiculously good at this," he corrected with a wink. "Now it’s your turn, Tess. Up you go!"

Before she could protest, Harry stepped closer, lacing his fingers together to give her a boost. With a mix of laughter and determination, she climbed up onto the balcony, brushing her hands against the cool stone railing.

Once there, she looked down at him, her heart racing—not from the climb, but from the way he was looking at her, his playful grin softening into something more.

She cleared her throat, trying to stay in character. "O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou, Romeo?"

Harry smirked, leaning casually against the wall. "Deny thy father and refuse thy name—or just meet me for wine after this, and we’ll call it even."

Tessa couldn’t hold back her laughter, doubling over as a few onlookers chuckled along. "You’re the worst Shakespearean actor I’ve ever seen," she called down.

"And yet," he said, holding his arms out dramatically, "you love it!"

She rested her chin on her hand, looking down at him with a soft smile. "Yeah, I do."

For a moment, the playfulness faded into something quieter, more intimate. The noise of the courtyard, the murmur of tourists—it all seemed to fade as they looked at each other.

"Thank you," she said softly, her voice almost lost in the breeze.

"For what?" he asked, tilting his head.

"For this. For all of this."

Harry’s smile widened, and he stepped closer, resting his hand against the balcony’s stone base. "You don’t have to thank me, Tess. You make it all worth it."

And as the Italian sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the courtyard, Tessa realized that moments like these were the reason she’d taken the leap. For the stories, the laughter, and the kind of love that made the world feel just a little more magical.

The sun had set over Verona, leaving the sky painted in deep hues of orange and purple as Harry and Tessa walked to a charming little restaurant tucked away on a quiet street. It was the kind of place you’d miss if you weren’t looking for it, with candlelit tables and the scent of fresh basil wafting out into the evening air.

Their dinner was a symphony of delicious food and easy conversation, laughter bubbling up between bites of homemade pasta and sips of rich red wine. Tessa felt at ease, like this wasn’t just dinner—it was a memory she’d cherish forever.

As dessert was served—a decadent tiramisu with two spoons—Harry set his fork down and leaned back slightly. There was a softness in his expression, a quiet tension in his posture that Tessa hadn’t seen before.

"Tess," he said, his voice low and careful, "can I tell you something?"

She paused mid-bite, her heart skipping at the seriousness in his tone. "Of course. What’s on your mind?"

He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "I’ve been trying to figure out how to say this for a while now. Ever since you joined the tour, really." He paused, meeting her gaze. "I care about you, Tess. A lot. More than I probably should."

Her breath caught, her heart pounding in her chest.

Harry smiled nervously, his fingers brushing the edge of the table. "You’ve been on my mind constantly. I love how you see the world, how you light up when you talk about stories, how you’ve made this whole experience feel… different. Better. I think I’m falling for you."

For a moment, Tessa was silent, his words settling over her like a warm blanket. Then, with a soft smile, she reached across the table and placed her hand over his.

"Harry," she said, her voice steady, "I feel the same way."

His eyes widened slightly, hope flickering in his expression.

"I’ve been trying to figure it out too," she continued. "At first, I thought it was just the excitement of being here, but it’s more than that. You make me feel alive, like I’m living a story I didn’t even know I wanted."

Relief washed over his face, and his smile grew. "So… we’re on the same page?"

"Completely," she said, squeezing his hand.

The rest of the dinner passed in a blur of quiet smiles and meaningful glances, their newfound connection filling the space between them. When they finally left the restaurant, the cobblestone streets of Verona were bathed in the soft glow of streetlamps.

Harry reached for her hand as they walked, his fingers threading through hers effortlessly. They strolled in comfortable silence, the night air cool but invigorating. Around them, the city hummed with life—faint music drifting from open windows, the distant chatter of other late-night wanderers.

"I could get used to this," Harry said, his thumb brushing gently against the back of her hand.

"Me too," Tessa replied, her heart full.

When they reached the entrance of their hotel, Harry paused, turning to face her. He brought her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles.

"Goodnight, Tess," he said, his voice low and warm.

"Goodnight, Harry," she replied, her cheeks flushed, her heart racing as she stepped inside.

As she walked to her room, she realized that this wasn’t just a night she’d remember—it was the start of something she’d been dreaming of without even realizing it. Something real. Something hers.

Tessa lay in bed, staring at the ornate ceiling of her hotel room, the events of the evening replaying in her mind on an endless loop. No matter how hard she tried, sleep wouldn’t come. Her heart was still racing, her mind filled with the way Harry had looked at her, the warmth of his hand in hers, and the words he’d spoken over dinner.

She tossed the covers aside, her pulse quickening as a thought took root in her mind. Without letting herself overthink it, she slipped on her robe and padded quietly down the hall, stopping in front of Harry’s door. For a moment, she hesitated, the silence of the hallway pressing in around her.

Just knock, she told herself. Before she could lose her nerve, she rapped lightly on the door.

The sound of movement came from inside, and within seconds, the door swung open. Harry stood there, barefoot and dressed in a loose-fitting T-shirt and sweatpants, his hair slightly tousled. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw her.

"Tess?" he asked, his voice rough with sleep. "Is everything okay?"

She didn’t answer. Instead, she stepped forward, grabbed the front of his shirt, and kissed him—hard. Her sudden movement caught him off guard, and he stumbled back a step, but his arms instinctively wrapped around her, pulling her closer.

The door swung shut behind them as Harry regained his footing. He kissed her back with equal fervor, his hands sliding to her waist as they moved further into the room. Tessa felt the edge of the bed hit the back of her knees, and with a gentle but deliberate push, Harry lowered her onto the mattress.

"Tess," he murmured against her lips, his voice low and hoarse, "are you sure about this?"

She looked up at him, her chest heaving, her hands gripping his shirt to keep him close. "I’ve never been more sure of anything," she whispered, her eyes locked on his.

Tessa couldn't help but feel flustered as Harry pulled away, his eyes searching hers intently. She could see the desire burning in them, mirroring her own. Her heart was racing, her body aching for his touch. As he lowered himself onto the bed beside her, she felt a jolt of anticipation course through her veins.

"I've been thinking about this all night," she confessed in a breathy whisper. "I need you, Harry."

He raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "You sure do seem ready for me." His hands slipped beneath her robe, tracing delicate patterns on her skin as he skimmed across her stomach and up to cup her breasts through the silk material of her nightgown. Tessa arched into his touch, moaning softly at the sensation. His fingers found the hem of her gown and started to pull it upwards, revealing more of her body with each inch.

As the garment finally rose over her head, Harry gasped softly at the sight of her lace-trimmed bra and matching panties. He leaned forward to kiss along her collarbone before trailing his lips down to tease at the swell of her breast, eliciting a gasp from Tessa as she felt his warm breath against sensitive skin. His tongue circled around her nipple through the fabric, causing shivers to run down her spine.

With one swift movement, he yanked the bra down and off, freeing both breasts to his hungry gaze and eager touch. He cupped them both in his hands, tweaking a nipple between his thumbs and forefingers while his mouth worked on the other, sucking and nipping.

Tessa tossed her head back in pleasure, her fingers tangling in his hair.

Meanwhile, he reached for the button on his jeans, unfastening them with clumsy fingers. Once they were undone, he pushed them down over his hips, along with his boxers, freeing his erection. Tessa's eyes widened as she saw it for the first time—long, thick, and hard. She reached out tentatively to touch it, feeling the heat radiating from the skin. It throbbed in her grasp as she wrapped her hand around it slowly, stroking up and down.

Harry groaned deeply, his eyes squeezing shut at the sensation. "That feels so good," he murmured hoarsely. "Touch me like that again."

Slowly but surely, she began to stroke him more firmly, her other hand moving to brush against his abdomen. He gasped sharply as she teased the sensitive skin just above his belly button before moving lower to touch the base of his shaft. The smell of their arousal filled the air as their bodies swayed together in rhythm with her movements.

As Harry's breath became ragged and he squirmed beneath her touch, Tessa leaned forward to take him into her mouth. She suckled gently at first before deepening the kiss, swirling her tongue around him and taking him all the way inside. Her head bobbed up and down as she savored every inch of him, feeling him grow even larger in her mouth.

Harry gripped her hair tightly in one hand while he ran the other down her back. "Fuck," he cursed under his breath. "You're amazing."

Encouraged by his words, she picked up the pace, bobbing her head faster and harder until she felt him tense and a warm rush of liquid hit the back of her throat. She sat back on her heels, panting heavily, as he came down from his high.

"You're incredible," he repeated, his voice thick with lust. "Now it's my turn, love."

Harry pulled her closer, sliding his hand between their bodies to guide himself towards her entrance. He pushed slowly at first, inching deeper inside as she moaned softly. The feeling was intense but exquisite; every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. As he began to move faster, picking up a steady pace, they both lost themselves in the moment—their breathing ragged, their skin slick with sweat.

The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and their combined gasps for air as they reached their climax together. Harry's body tensed as he cried out her name before collapsing beside her, their hearts steadily slowing down once more. He nuzzled his face into her neck, his breath hot against her skin as they lay there panting together in post-coital bliss.

Tessa stirred awake, the soft morning light filtering through the sheer curtains of Harry’s hotel room. The sheets were warm and faintly smelled of him, a mix of cedar and something uniquely his. She blinked, her mind slowly catching up to the reality of where she was.

She turned her head to see Harry sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to her. He was already dressed in a simple T-shirt and jeans, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands clasped loosely in front of him. His posture was relaxed, but there was a tension in his shoulders that told her he’d been deep in thought.

“Morning,” she murmured, her voice still heavy with sleep.

Harry turned, his expression softening as he looked at her. “Morning,” he said quietly, offering a small smile.

Tessa pushed herself up against the pillows, clutching the sheet to her chest as a wave of shyness washed over her. The intimacy of the night before still lingered in the air, but there was something serious in his gaze that made her pause.

“You okay?” she asked, her voice tentative.

He nodded, his eyes flicking to the floor before meeting hers again. “I’m okay. Just… thinking.”

She tilted her head, studying him. “About what?”

Harry exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “About us. About what this means.”

Tessa’s heart tightened, a flicker of uncertainty creeping in. “What are you trying to say?”

He shifted, turning fully to face her. “I care about you, Tess. A lot. But I need you to understand what comes with… being with me.”

She frowned slightly, pulling the sheet tighter around her. “What do you mean?”

He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “My life isn’t normal. It’s schedules that don’t make sense, cities that change every week, and stretches of time when I’ll be halfway across the world. There’s paparazzi who will follow us, fans who might not be so kind, and people who will try to turn this into something it’s not. It’s chaotic. It’s unpredictable. And I don’t want you to walk into this without knowing what it’s going to be like.”

Tessa sat in silence for a moment, his words sinking in. She knew what he was saying was true—she’d seen glimpses of it already, the way strangers watched him when they walked through a crowd, the whispers and camera flashes that followed wherever he went. It was a life she’d never experienced, one that felt both thrilling and overwhelming.

“I’m not naïve, Harry,” she said finally, her voice steady. “I know it’s not going to be easy. But…” She hesitated, her eyes meeting his. “I think you’re worth it. This is worth it.”

Harry’s gaze softened, a flicker of emotion crossing his face. “Are you sure? Because once this starts, it’s not something we can take back.”

Tessa leaned forward, reaching out to take his hand in hers. “I’m sure,” she said firmly. “I knew what I was getting into when I came here. I chose this. I chose you.”

For a moment, Harry didn’t say anything. Then he squeezed her hand, his thumb brushing gently against her skin. “You don’t know how much that means to me,” he said, his voice quiet. “I’ll do everything I can to make it worth it, Tess. I promise. It’s not always going to be perfect but I’ll try.”

Tessa smiled, her chest warming at his words. “We’ll figure it out together,” she said. “One day at a time.”

He nodded, his smile growing as he leaned forward to press a soft kiss to her forehead. “One day at a time.”

[shallowseeker]

Why is Dean so stressed in 14x17?

(We know why.)

Ahem:

The visuals of this are pretty goddamned painful

And WTF is UP with these foreshadowing lyrics??? soft country music -> Jackie Stewart's Maybe Tomorrow>

We had a quarrel Like lovers do Still I can't make my heart Believe we're through For I still love you With all my heart And life means nothing When we're apart Maybe tomorrow When comes the dawn Maybe the dark clouds Will all be gone Maybe tomorrow The sun will shine Maybe tomorrow You'll still be mine

etc etc

This could be foreshadowing...OR maaybe Dean n' Cas actually had a smallish weird fight about Cas leaving again.

I mean, Cas is lying about a ton of stuff (Empty deal, Felix the snake, searching for God), and Dean is pretty good at pinging that, even when he tries to swallow it down and overlook it.

///

And Dean?

Dean is so stressed out that not only do Mary and Jack notice, but they're taking actions to calm him down/cheer him up

Sam prooooobably knows why Dean is unhinged, so he quickly volunteers to get outta Dodge and pick up the food. (I feel ya, Sammy. You are me in this moment.)

Meanwhile, Dean struggles to win Mouse Trap. We get a closeup of the foot kicking the "audience" eye. NOTE that in the actual game, it's just a plain silver ball.

Or at least that's how I remember it and have always seen it. If anyone know of a version that was released with an eye, hit me up.

Otherwise I'm gonna assume it was completely intentional, and Dean is trying to have a normal family game night without "us" interfering. EDIT: It's just the sheen/visual trick of the light, but the metaphor still stands!

<Cue Dean screaming over sucking at the game>

He's, uh, wound pretty tightly today, actually.

We can see that from Jack and Mary's following convo, they're the ones tag-teaming to mollify Dean. (Dean, who is stressed because Cas is AWOL and acting cagey and probably not answering his phone again.)

JACK: "I thought this was supposed to relax him."

Ahahaha, oh Mary. "Let's give Dean a little game and he'll relaxies and be nicies to us!"

I'd wager that Cas definitely isn't answering his phone, and everyone knows something's up with them, and they're tiptoeing around Dean because of it.

///

Aside/// Tragedy: Jack & Mary get along really well!

Just gonna point out that Jack is actually VERY comfortable with her in general.

He spent MONTHS with her at war. She was his advisor. Given that he ran away from TFW a few weeks after his birth, much of his formative parenting was done by Mary Campbell Winchester, not Sam and Dean (nor Cas)!

She checks in with Jack, but she doesn't push. Result? Genuine, blunt Jack emotions:

(MARY is thinking "FUCK, first my oldest son is acting like a basket-case and screaming at a toddler's game and now my grandson is acting like this. FML. Cas, come home now. Plz for the love of all that is holy.")

Tragically, because of the trust and comradery between them, Mary offers something the others don't: permission to vent.

(MARY: Jack, if you wanna talk shit about everyone, I love shit-talk. )

Funnily enough, Mary doesn't use a lot of words here. It's a partially silent communication. "If you ever wanna vent..." (gentle head tilt like, 'y'know.')

JACK: You're here. I know. (silent appreciative looks, then Jack makes a head motion like 'c'mon let's go').

And ACTUALLY.

Jack reacts genuinely well to that. He and Mary...get each other. He feels comfortable telling her what he really thinks.

See, I think this emotional permissiveness that we see with Mary is devastating. Jack tends to get more genuinely irritable and say what he thinks with Mary (also Dean n' Cas). Even when he's soulless and working hard to "perform" soulfulness, his real irritation slips out with her.

Tragically, that means she was probably always more risk with Jack. Because he's more comfortable throwing his real, ugly emotions at them.

(Sam on the other hand is more cerebral and perhaps at times...unintentionally distant because it's all so eloquent, careful, scripted.)

///

DEAN: (swallowing his nerves and trying to be cheerful and teasing) All right! Winchester game night is a go! Soon as Sammy gets back with two double-pepperoni meat blasters...and a pineapple.

Jack seems appreciative of the banter here. He doesn't wanna be pushed right now.

///

Dean is weird when Sam doesn't pick up his phone right away

When Donatello lands in Nick-shaped peril, Dean tries to call Sam. ONCE. And it gets an...out-of-proportion reaction from Dean.

(It's also...a lot like John's voicemail in Phantom Traveler. "This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean. He can help.")

He's prickly:

SAM: "You've reached Sam Winchester. If this is an emergency, call my brother."

DEAN: Sam's not answering his phone. This whole damn town's a dead zone.

That's...not exactly true, as least what we've see so far in the series? They make calls from the bunker a lot.

*coughs* This lends some credence to the fact that his prior stress (the stress that Jack and Mary were working together to help) is about his, uh, phone. Phone calls. Phone calls not being answered, even.

READ: This is about Cas. Who hasn't been answering his phone. And Dean? Dean rationalizes that maybe his calls aren't landing because of where he is.

///

There's some truth to Dean's woes/anxiety. When Cas leaves, bad things tend to happen. And hey, they happen when Cas is there too, sure, but with Cas there, Dean can't help but feel more resilient, more equipped to take on whatever-it-is.

///

But yeah, it's looking like Dean and Cas maybe already had a little, reserved/restrained fight prior to Jack killing Mary. Dean was acting...really weird. Forced.

[sentinelprompts]

━━ ⟢ SENTENCE STARTERS : WARRIORS ( 2024 ). pulled from the genius lyrics of eisa davis and lin manuel miranda's concept album, based on the 1979 movie of the same name. feel free to edit as needed.

❛ at midnight, there’s a gathering after dark in [place]. ❜

❛ the truce is on. no weapons but your fists, she insists. ❜

❛ time it just right and you might just survive the night. ❜

❛ warriors, come out to play ! ❜

❛ miracles can happen when we gather in the dark. ❜

❛ ‘cause you could do ninety-nine things right, but meet the wrong cop at night and it’s brrap on sight, ya dig ? ❜

❛ survival all depends upon the corner you run to. ❜

❛ what a fuckin’ pain, takin’ a train to a boat to another train ? ❜

❛ come out, come out… ❜

❛ when shit goes down, we intervene. ❜

❛ why the fuck we gotta go uptown ? ❜

❛ we’ve never gone that far uptown… ❜

❛ if the night goes sideways… ❜

❛ hey ! you better have my back, ‘cause this is happening. ❜

❛ [name], you bring the cans and keep taggin’ our sweet graphic. ❜

❛ anybody testin’ these hands will see static, capiche ? ❜

❛ leave your weapons back at home, don’t pack no chrome. ❜

❛ oh please, you know my style. ❜

❛ they call me cowgirl ‘cause i like to ride ! ❜

❛ i’m the youngest and the prettiest, they call me [name] ! ❜

❛ i got two f’s for y’all, fuck around, find out ! ❜

❛ there’s peace so far, but i’m in your corner if that shit goes down. ❜

❛ can you count, suckas ? ❜

❛ nobody’s wastin’ nobody, and that’s a miracle. ❜

❛ can you see how strong we can be if we can agree that it’s all our turf ? ❜

❛ imagine what i had to do to stay on top. ❜

❛ now imagine what we could do if you and your crew got with me and my crew - ❜

❛ you are brothers and sisters now, and anywhere you go, you are home free. ❜

❛ no, i didn’t do this ! i’d never do this ! ❜

❛ i don’t see a way to escape from the crowd ! ❜

❛ get away from the crowd ! make your way downtown ! ❜

❛ go the other way or there’s no getting out ! ❜

❛ who will save us now ? ❜

❛ punch your fuckin’ way through the gate ‘til it breaks down ! ❜

❛ when you woke up today, you didn’t think you could die. neither did i. ❜

❛ i guess we’re running ! ❜

❛ everybody make it ? ❜

❛ we gotta go back and find [her/him/them] ! ❜

❛ it is way too soon to mourn [her/him/them]. ❜

❛ knowing [her/him/them], [she/he/they] probably tried to make things right. ❜

❛ is the truce still on ? ❜

❛ when the night goes sideways, get back home alive. ❜

❛ if the night divides us, meet back up in [place]. ❜

❛ and who decided to make you war chief ? ❜

❛ no, i wanna know ! who gave you the right ? ❜

❛ make your move or fall in line. ❜

❛ we gotta stick together. ❜

❛ we lost [name], we can’t lose you too. ❜

❛ i’ll get us home alive. ❜

❛ [name], just before we go - make our mark and let ’em know that we were here tonight. ❜

❛ we’ll live to see tomorrow if we just survive the night. ❜

❛ looks like they forgot about the truce… ❜

❛ we gotta get past ‘em to catch that train ! ❜

❛ on my signal, five, four, three, two, one, run ! ❜

❛ you won’t leave [place] alive. ❜

❛ why we leavin' ? all the amenities, i really coulda stayed. ❜

❛ [place/group] pissed on us, if you didn’t notice. ❜

❛ you weren’t supposed to bring any liquor. you aren’t supposed to drink on duty, period ! ❜

❛ we coulda stomped ‘em. 'least i flipped ‘em the bird. ❜

❛ it’s alright, nobody can read these maps anyway. ❜

❛ shit, this train’s had it, is that a track fire ? ❜

❛ they want ‘em alive, we don’t. ❜

❛ they’re looking for [person/group], remember ? we can do some lookin’ too. ❜

❛ can’t you see ? i’m havin’ a good time ! ❜

❛ i came to make your dad shit his depends. ❜

❛ let’s kick this town, watch the whole skyline come tumbling down ! ❜

❛ light one match, don’t be scared. you just might watch the world burn. ❜

❛ be a star. better yet, be a shooting star. ❜

❛ let me do the talking, be easy. ❜

❛ what is this, a late-night cosmetology class ? ❜

❛ you dare to cross our lawn ? with your colors on ? ❜

❛ easy, easy, we’re only passing through. ❜

❛ we’ve got no beef with you. ❜

❛ i’m sensing a little condescension. do you think we’re not big time ? ❜

❛ we’re known for our compassion when the chips are down. oh ! and also known for bashin’ in our deadly foes. ❜

❛ hey, i like your vest. you wanna gimme one ? ❜

❛ help us get through and i’ll see what i can do. ❜

❛ bitch, i don’t want a new one, i want the vest offa you. ❜

❛ you really gonna let ‘em walk around all through your little territory ? ❜

❛ i’m losing my cool. ❜

❛ pssh, you ain’t never once been cool. ❜

❛ fuck you, we’re walking home. ❜

❛ you made us get our weapons, now you see what you get ! ❜

❛ hey, let me go to wherever you’re going. ❜

❛ what do you do when they kill everything you believe in, but you still breathin’ ? ❜

❛ i wish i shared your dream of peace, but it’s killing season. ❜

❛ [name], wake the fuck up and tell me what your story is. ❜

❛ we decide if you get to live, see ? ❜

❛ [name], you in a pickle. if i were you, i would start talking right now. ❜

❛ i’m not your judas. ❜

❛ cut me or kill me or riddle my body with bruises, that’s what the truth is. ❜

❛ the truth is you have me confused with my accusers. ❜

❛ so where’s the rest of your crew, then ? ❜

❛ c’mon, let me be and set me free. ❜

❛ if i am guilty then where is my gun ? ❜

❛ you gonna kill me ? then have it be done. ❜

❛ i’mma help you find the one who killed [her/him/them]. ❜

❛ this city will never forgive what you did. ❜

❛ there’s a price on your head for the shit that you did. ❜

❛ go back to the gutter with your late night dates ! ❜

❛ oh, so you’re innocent. ❜

❛ running makes you look guilty. ❜

❛ you got some to say, let ‘em know. ❜

❛ if you wanna survive, burn bright. ❜

❛ quiet girls don’t make it home. ❜

❛ let’s fight, ‘cause i’m sick of being wimps. ❜

❛ i’m sick of running. ❜

❛ we keep runnin’ when we can take these clowns. ❜

❛ we ain’t come this far just to run and hide. ❜

❛ i’ll fight my way to wherever you’re going. ❜

❛ yoo hoo, ladies, you look lost and exhausted. ❜

❛ you’d look prettier if you’d smile. ❜

❛ you wanna show me how you play ? ❜

❛ but you wanted to play, right ? old ass predator looking for prey, right ? ❜

❛ talkin’ that shit, but got nothin’ to say, right ? ❜

❛ this is judge, jury and trial, motherfucker ! ❜

❛ i’m sick of runnin’ when i’ve done nothing wrong. ❜

❛ picked the wrong fight, now you’re in for a long night. ❜

❛ ‘why cause pain ?’ life is pain. ❜

❛ [name]’s just an extra soldier to help us get back home. ❜

❛ if we get home tonight, what’ll we have left ? ❜

❛ matching cardigans ? that’s cute. ❜

❛ where you headed ? look like you’ve been on the run. ❜

❛ now we got a place next door. that might be what you’re looking for. ❜

❛ i will shield you from all harm ‘cause you’ve been through hell, and your shelter is here in my arms. ❜

❛ how are you so beautiful tonight ? ❜

❛ if you need my place to hide, take my hand. ❜

❛ everybody needs a soft place to land. ❜

❛ can we stay on track ? ❜

❛ why’re you being so quiet in this subway tunnel ? whaddaya think, i bite or somethin’ ? ❜

❛ ha. i don’t think you’d like initiation. ❜

❛ so whatcha wanna do, jump me into the crew ? ❜

❛ well, you split from [group]. are you loyal ? ❜

❛ i’m loyal to you. ❜

❛ what’s wrong ? kiss me. ❜

❛ if i’m everything wrong, why’d you keep me along ? ❜

❛ why stick up for a stranger, in spite of the danger ? ❜

❛ i followed the night just to be in your corner. ❜

❛ i’d fight by your side. i would stay in your corner and you know it. ❜

❛ i wanna live, not just live to survive. ❜

❛ don’t know what you think you see in me. ❜

❛ don’t tell me you believe in me. you don’t even know me. ❜

❛ i’m broken, so don’t put your hope in me. ❜

❛ what do you want me to say ? that you’re beautiful ? ‘cause i think we both know that. ❜

❛ you’re more than beautiful. ❜

❛ you’re more than your body. you’re more than these lips, or this face - ❜

❛ if we ever somehow get out of this place, then we’ll go find something new. ❜

❛ the light at the end of this tunnel’s got nothing on you. ❜

❛ i think i see a light or somethin’. ❜

❛ i smell good cookin’ and i haven’t had a bite all night. ❜

❛ they’re so good-looking that i don’t know who to decide i like. ❜

❛ watch ‘em drop with a kick to the dick or the kidney ! ❜

❛ that pretty boy just bit me ! ❜

❛ never follow a beautiful face to a second location. ❜

❛ you can’t kill an idea whose time has come. ❜

❛ he’s waiting for us on our turf. ❜

❛ someday in the city we won’t have to run. ❜

❛ let’s find the train that gets us home. ❜

❛ hey yo, this hot dude bit me ! ❜

❛ i smashed that bad guy with his own chair ! ❜

❛ i’m a walkin’ talkin’ fire-breathing controversy ! ❜

❛ hands where we can see ‘em, if you please. ❜

❛ i’m sick of being afraid of you. ❜

❛ why can’t we just go back home ? why we always on the run from you ? ❜

❛ we put 'them in their place. you want some too ? ❜

❛ oh, you wanna rumble ? no problem ! ❜

❛ mission accomplished, i’ll see you in [place] ! ❜

❛ [name] would’ve beat him, but i am no [name]. ❜

❛ everyone you ever lost is still around, yes. see them in the flickers of the train’s fluorescent light, here in the night… ❜

❛ we’re all on the same train home. ❜

❛ oh, let them stare in judgment, let them witness this. ❜

❛ all we got is us. ❜

❛ we made it home alive. ❜

❛ it’s been a long fight just to see the ocean. ❜

❛ i’ve never seen the ocean. ❜

❛ how do we carry on without them ? ❜

❛ if [name] were alive, we’d be home free. ❜

❛ stay behind me, let [him/her/them] find me. ❜

❛ i am the ghost and i’ve hunted you. ❜

❛ stop. who the fuck are you and why are you here ? ❜

❛ don’t you know i killed [name] ? ❜

❛ you missed me ! and what ? ❜

❛ no one is coming to lend you a hand. ❜

❛ you only know how to break shit apart. ❜

❛ your crew is scared of you, see how it scatters ! ❜

❛ my crew would die for me. loyalty matters. ❜

❛ that’s where the glory is, not in blowing it up but in holding it down. ❜

❛ i don’t know why i’m still alive and some of us gone. i don’t think i’m special. ❜

❛ even though i’m home, i’ve got a knot in my chest that i can’t untangle. ❜

[chemicalarospec]

The Institution Takes Off at LAX

After I made the post that apparently got me nearly shunned from taiblr, I was completely oblivious to its poor reception and instead inspired to do a full The Institution parody of "LAX to O'Hare".

I only just got a chance to record it (roomie went home before me) and you can kinda tell I'm not in the same energized state I was for the originals (it's finals week), but fuck it, here it is anyways. (It's also 24/7 quiet hours, so I was afraid to get too hyped lol.) I would have played the track louder if i had it in me to do it one more time. It gets dark but I mostly did the lyrics when I was feeling fine lol --death was always in the cards for an LAX parody.

It was a quick little flight Armor For Sleep reference from LAX to your heart misheard Brobecks lyric reference and it was plagued by   a series of unfortunate events. (Please stay tuned for what afflicted me next...) The posts I write for my blog give to me nothing  Well there's satisfaction in the absence  as I reflect on what else better I could do.

Maybe I should believe the premonition that says I am going to die at exactly 10:58 tomorrow  Standing in the middle of street with my favorite song in my ears Against the road my glasses leave their frame I wonder that I never found my name I've been waiting far too long to feel my soul freed from my chest.

It was a big crash and a deep nothingness and being no where. It was the last moment of my life and I knew  there wasn’t anything out there waiting for me This life I gave for nothing leaves nothing/So keep it, keep my memory I've got one last request in my will Tell my mutuals on Tumblr I'm dead 

Maybe I should blindly believe the oracle  Who says I will die at exactly 10:58 tomorrow Standing in the middle of the road looking up at the dying sky. Are we all the same beneath our skin Lonely and afraid, or is it just me? who’s been waiting far too long to get myself started

Afraid is all I’ll ever know how to be, I say Been waiting now for years was a kid, next year I'll be 20 Well, there’s no place to go but up from here, I waited tomorrow became yesterday Tomorrow become yesterday. Today I let die... (die)

It was a parody. (Parody) It was a bad joke.  It was a parody Just a joke...

Maybe I should commit myself once more Into anything to find a purpose. Before I take the back door out and leave this life behind. If I knew tomorrow I was gonna die Maybe then I'd know what's meaningful. I've been waiting far too long to feel the sun on my back

But one day, I will live.

-

This will probably be the last The Institution parody unless I get struck by inspiration again, but I'm planning to make "Imagine Nosferatu (Imagine A Wolfman)" over break, and at a higher quality cuz i think i could find an instrumental for that, so I'll record just my vocals and edit them together.

[hijinks-n-lowjinks]

If you could recommend a song for your ship, what song would it be? (You can give reasons why if you want to!)

Also, how's your day been? Hope it's going well! 💫

My day is going pretty good so far! I got groceries earlier today so that was a bit of hit to my bank account but it’s worth it to be able to eat a decent meal. I hope your day has been pleasant as well :D

And thank you for indulging me in yapping about my music taste lol, I have a LOT to say

I’m gonna start off with itafushi since they’re everyone’s current hyperfixation! You can find these songs of my itafushi playlist here

arms by Christina Perri: This song is so Megumi!!! The fear of getting close to someone and pushing them away first, saying that you’re not worth the fight? That’s Megumi in the current arc to a T right now.

Fav lyrics include: “I can’t decide if I’ll let you save my life or if I’ll drown” “the world is coming down around me and I can’t find a reason to be loved/I never want to leave you but I can’t make you bleed if I’m alone” “‘I’ve never opened up and I’ve never truly loved ‘til you” “and I believe that it’s easier for you to let me go”

North Star by Searows: peak yearning and longing. A desire to be the safe place for someone and wanting to be the person they come to for comfort.

Fav lyrics: “I don’t know what else came before you/you must know I just adore you” “I want you to have it all, all you’ve ever needed” “I don’t wanna need anything when you’re all that I’ve got to lose” “don’t you ever tire of all that? picking up the pieces/you don’t have to be alone when you’re the place I want to go” “if you ever want to fall back I’ll let you go/but when it’s said and done, I’ll be the North Star that takes you home”

Dinner With Friends by Kacey Musgraves: this song has been on LOOP for me since 266. Finding meaning and joy in the simplicities of life and how those are the things that make life worth living. Finding by solace in the person you’ve chosen, being known intimately by that person. It’s just perfect for them. The whole song is fairly short, but the final chorus never fails to make me emotional when paired with the acoustic guitar.

Fav lyrics: “early in June when the fireflies first start to glow, it never gets old” “the shape of his heart and my shoes by his door/he loves me in all of the ways I’ve never felt love before” “the things I would miss from the other side”

Save Me by Noah Kahan: can you tell that Megumi is my favorite character? Soooo many songs on my itfs playlist are about him, he’s just the perfect muse. A confusion over why someone would try to know or save you from yourself/outside forces and both wanting to be with them while being afraid of not being enough for them.

Fav lyrics: “let me go/why do you keeping reaching for my hand?/do you see something I can’t?/why do you try to save me?” “this fate is well deserved, I only make things worse” “sometimes I pray that maybe I’ll change into who you think I am”

Nothing To Be Scared Of by Kacey Musgraves: this album has a ton of itfs vibes to them! This song in particular is how I picture post canon itfs in slowly realizing that there’s nothing left to be afraid of and that they’ve made it through. Furthermore, than they can rely on each other and make it through together.

Fav lyrics: “holding tight to who you are like someone’s gonna take it/bubble wrap around your heart like someone’s gonna break it/demons in your mirror/together we’ll escape them” “come to me and drop your bags/and I’ll help you unpack them/you’re the only one i want to give my love/there’s nothing to be scared of”

Die With A Smile by Lady Gaga and Bruno Mars: this is a recent edition! The lyrics are soooo itfs though, especially when paired with the dramatic instrumentation! A desperation to stick together no matter what and a strong devotion to each other despite what happens even if it leads to tragedy.

Fav lyrics: “wherever you go I’ll follow/nobody’s promised tomorrow/so I’ll love you ever night like it’s the last night” “if the world was ending I’d want to be next to you/I’d want to hold you just for a while and die with a smile”

[cuchufletapl]

I wish I knew how to edit because I'd make an Arcane AMV set to Rueda la corona by La Raíz that you wouldn't fucking believe.

For the record, this is the song:

And these are the lyrics in English:

(I did not try to keep the rhyme and I included some footnotes explaining the more obscure references. This is a very political song.)

On the board, there's a pawn and a rook, a bishop, a horse running A laughing king watching over from the last row, the match is in his honour Black and white, they're red and blue*, centuries of tears, fog, coffins Sun-facing faces** hiding behind clouds Make it fucking end! Today's a holiday, we gotta put the queen on checkmate, 'cause she's still alive and well We gotta break the board, kings don't win games in exile Today, today I belong to all of you, today is the tomorrow at those elders' tables Today the match can, must happen Choose the pieces that will risk their lives We play checkers today too, we gotta set the castle on fire, let the flames bring a tomorrow Let them, let them bring a tomorrow and new proclamations We must break their chess board at last I'd give my life to challenge the king Hand-to-hand on the beaten earth

(Spoken) Look, the king's always king Everyone will always be what they were Except for... Except for the pawns

The people come marching in, like a gale pushing forward, firm and elegant And cutting through on the front lines, like a general, there's an elephant***, an elephant Who spits blood at the leech and his heirs, because his clock isn't patient anymore Because there's a pawn who doesn't fear fate, who knows a life full of death

We play checkers today too, we gotta set the castle on fire, let the flames bring a tomorrow Let them, let them bring a tomorrow and new proclamations We must break their chess board at last I'd give my life to challenge the king Hand-to-hand on the beaten earth Every piece I take from you is one step forward I want that crown tumbling onto the board And life licking its wounds (x2) A sword is born, forged by every word, every extra millenium you existed Starving your people, living off a fallacy There's a choice to be made now and forever, and we move Being a pawn isn't something you choose We've been repeating it for a while Here we choose to take flight

Everyone will always be what they were Except for the pawns

Every piece I take from you is one step forward I want that crown tumbling onto the board And life licking its wounds (x5)

*Blue has been tied to Spanish fascism since its beginnings because the members of the Falange Española de la JONS, the historical fascist party in Spain, wore blue shirts. Red obviously references the left, particularly the republican army during the Spanish Civil War. Currently, the right-wing Partido Popular is associated with blue, while the centre-left Partido Socialista Obrero Español is associated with red.

**"Sun-facing faces" references Cara al sol, the anthem of the Falange Española de la JONS.

***I'm??? pretty sure??? that this is a reference to the fact that a well-known hobby of the previous king, Juan Carlos de Borbón, is big-game hunting in Africa. He's been known to hunt elephants specifically.

[inboxinspirations]

60 Lyrics Starters: Black Sabbath Edition

"Is it the end, my friend?"

"You are the first to have this love of mine."

"You sure wish that you could see me dead."

"The world today is such a wicked place."

"You never said you love me and I don't believe you can."

"People think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time."

"I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find."

"Why should we even care?"

"You know there's no return."

"You don't want to learn."

"You gave to me a new belief."

"Will the sunrise of tomorrow bringing peace in any way?"

"They are gone."

"The world is a lonely place."

"It was an illusion."

"Try your hardest, you'll still be a loser."

"Well, I'm leaving tomorrow at daybreak."

"I'll just go back to pretending I'm living."

"I lost the best friend that I ever had."

"Don't you think I know what I'm doing."

"This is where I feel I belong."

"I don't know what's happening."

"Don't believe in violence, I don't even believe in peace."

"Don't let those empty people try and interfere with your mind."

"You know you have to learn."

"You gotta believe me."

"You work your life away and what do they give?"

"So you think it's me who's strange."

"I don't think you're so smart."

"You're the one who has to take the blame."

"All I have to give you is a love that never dies."

"It started something that I could not control."

"Why don't you just get out of my life?"

"What kind of people do you think we are?"

"I feel my world is torn apart."

"Nobody will change the way I feel."

"I wanted you to be my wife."

"I'll try my hardest not to cry."

"Why can't we be friends?"

"Forget all your sorrow, don't live in the past."

"There's no reason for you to run."

"We're gonna have to fight."

"Good luck!"

"Oh no, here it comes again."

"There's nothing to say."

"I can't accept it anymore."

"I don't know what to do with myself."

"I've got to be strong."

"Ain't no use in you trying to run."

"Your love has made you blind."

"You were the one friend I had."

"I've got nowhere to hide."

"I believe no god may save us now."

"I'm not afraid."

"I don't belong here."

"I'm sick and tired of losing."

"I wish somebody could tell me, what it is that I've done wrong."

"When will this nightmare be over?"

"Is my imagination playing tricks on me?"

"I like being alone."

[cacaodrawzstuff]

welcome to my random rambling about tf2 (especially demoman) :3

today we have,,,,

A SONG THAT I THINK FITS DEMOMAN!!!!!!

tw heavy mentioning of over drinking n stuff bc thats what the song is abt

ok so the song is Drunk my The Living Tombstone

Whats the song about? It's about a man who walks into a bar to drink with his friends, but he begins to drink more and more and it becomes more unhealthy and he ends up overdrinking and having an addiction to drinking and not being able to stop.

Does that sound familiar? I know it does!

Reminds me of Demoman if you ask me!

Lets start with the instrument of the song... The instrument is funky , upbeat, and chaotic-like, giving me Demoman vibes! It just fits Demoman's personality and who he is in general, a chaotic lil guy!

Now lets go to the lyrics...Ohh boyy...What do I start with..

"Just four drinks, y'know, take the edge off I've had a hard week, I deserve to get sauced!"

Demoman works 3 jobs and doesn't want to get more but his mom would contantly be the little bitch she is and yelling at him to get more just because his dad did, even if he gets lot of money a year... He works so hard and has hard weeks 100% (He needs a long break dude,,,)

"Feel so much better than usual I feel indisputable!"

This and other lines in the lyrics about alcohol addiction just feels like Demoman's situation, one of the reasons (and probably main) is because alcohol helps him with his missing eye, replacing it for him kinda. So I would say that would quite fit in that as well.

"Was I just feeling bored? Am I that insecure?"

This reminds me of Demoman's insecurity about his missing eye, the poor dude even cried when he visitted eye museum with soldier in WAR! comic panel

"I'm gonna hate myself tomorrow then I'll do it again."

Despite Demoman drinking too much (and definetely gets hangovers lot) he would still do it again even if it's affecting him badly to the point his body even started making alcohol, yikes...

I dont know how to explain the rest of the song but the whole song fits Demoman in general. From instrument to lyrics... (Please put this song in y'all's demoman playlist I'm begging you /nf /lh)

Got these thoughts while I was on a trip when I was hearing the song and I think I forgot some stuff so if I remembered I'll 100% edit this and add it

thank you for coming to my ted talk

[munchmemes]

melanie martinez lyrics, portals edition

❛  my body has died but i'm still alive.  ❜

❛  your words mean nothin' so take 'em back.  ❜

❛  you're always on my mind, i cannot help it.  ❜

❛  i don't wanna be carrying the weight on my shoulders.  ❜

❛  death has come to me, kiss me on the cheek and gave me closure.  ❜

❛  i won't say goodbye, i'm right by your side.  ❜

❛  i'm back from the dead.  ❜

❛  i know it's morbid but we all die one day.  ❜

❛  there's rotten things left in me injected by society.  ❜

❛  i cannot bear my sorrow.  ❜

❛  i hate who i was before.  ❜

❛  i fear i won't live to see the day tomorrow.  ❜

❛  look at the mess i've done, there is nowhere to run.  ❜

❛  like a priest behind confession walls, i judge myself.  ❜

❛  my eyes are staring at me and they seem so damn unhappy.  ❜

❛  collect my fickle insecurities and turn them into beauty.  ❜

❛  yeah, you can look but you can't touch. i'm not just anybody.  ❜

❛  thought the cherry would be better than the pie, you're like that. that's your demise.  ❜

❛  it's obvious what you're after but i'm more than that.  ❜

❛  i saw that trick fall out your sleeve.  ❜

❛  you hum a tune i don't believe and it ain't working.  ❜

❛  crossing my heart, i'd rather die than be the needle in your eye.  ❜

❛  it could've been more, now we'll never know.  ❜

❛  i know how to make you go crazy every day.  ❜

❛  if you wanna run with the magic, lose sight of the gravity of home.  ❜

❛  i've been the boys and the girls and everyone in between.  ❜

❛  you are the light i've been searching for forever.  ❜

❛  my past grew mold around my heart.  ❜

❛  all my anger, sadness, regret disappeared. it's madness. ❜

❛  i'm not used to all this love, it's true. but you made me want to plan out my last days on earth.  ❜

❛  i was surprised to see heaven in your eyes.  ❜

❛  i never once was treated right.  ❜

❛  you're what i'm missing in my life.  ❜

❛  let's run into another dimension, you make me feel like i'm on drugs.  ❜

❛  i wish to not be perceived, i didn't ask for this dangerous visibility.  ❜

❛  i'm feeling too scared to sleep.  ❜

❛  i'm flexing like pricks with their stolen power.  ❜

❛  you're/they're feeding off our highs and lows. curious to see us struggle.  ❜

❛  the center may seem like a gift. once you arrive, it'll strip you of your life and you'll wish that you never did.  ❜

❛  how much blood can you draw with your claws from a flesh that's not yours?  ❜

❛  you used all your words for a quick game and blew it all before you won.  ❜

❛  they talk without thinking and they bark while they're shaking.  ❜

❛  i'll be silent 'til you cross the line.  ❜

❛  don't you battle with my larynx tonight.  ❜

❛  call all your guys in the dive bar, they'll give you the validation your daddy could never bestow you.  ❜

❛  i'm done doing backbends.  ❜

❛  you got me like a bad tattoo, always under skin even when it gets removed.  ❜

❛  i never got a chance to undo positions that you forced my way into.  ❜

❛  why you always act so serious?  ❜

❛  it's so scary how my aura got him howling at my moon cycle.  ❜

❛  i don't gotta act, i'm a theorist.  ❜

❛  i could win a fight on my period. matter of fact, right now, i could build a pyramid. you're messing with my cycle, that is dangerous.  ❜

❛  i won't lick your wounds today but i'll throw you in the ring, get you with my suffering.  ❜

❛  i'm not crazy, i'm not wild. you're just a stupid, little child.  ❜

❛  get your image off my back, i'll give you a heart attack.  ❜

❛  i will not suffer and cry under covers. i'm not your mother. ❜

❛  i won't be ashamed for loving you so honestly. ❜

❛  i used to miss your kiss. now i'm hop-skip jumpin' over narcissists. ❜

❛  i never knew what it meant to be content with you. ❜

❛  everything i expressed and professed, it never quite made it through. ❜

❛  they said it's all in my head whenever i spoke my truth. ❜

❛  no, i won't defend you to all my friends. this time, i refuse. ❜

❛  take it to the grave if you wanna play pretend. ❜

❛  i won't be mistreated, please call me conceited. ❜

❛  lovin' you was lethal, guess that makes me evil. ❜

❛  every time you tell a lie, i'm praying that you choke. ❜

❛  hope you never cope, hope you slip on soap. ❜

❛  not safe but i'm sound. ❜

❛  all of the planning yet i still feel unprepared. ❜

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary325

8/9-10/24

friday - saturday

gonna sleep soon.

listening to the comp this is off of right now:

this is really good, a lot of riffs i'm gonna wanna figure out probably, as well as a lot of the regular kind of 16th note thrash-outs, i'm kinda figuring that stuff out a little better i think, next time i do that i should make it kinda slide up a couple notes instead of having it be static, i don't think anyone's really able to read the notes, as in hear them properly, anyways, so that might create a pleasant sense in the riff, of more movement and might announce the destination better, as in where the notes ought to be? idk. we'll see.

that makes me wanna work on music rn a bit... but it's too late i think, i should not do that. i did do other stuff today though, i worked on some lyrics for a song i've not been able to figure out for a while. that felt good... it bothers me slightly though, i need to write more stuff, i do some little bits here and there of like... poetry almost... i need to edit something small and send it in... then i gotta work on the big thing again!!!! gah i feel so stupid though.

beyond the lyrics i also did 2 drawings today, they're both small and suggestive i guess but idk, who cares, they're mostly about creating a feeling of like... heat and dirtiness i guess? that's more or less the intent. i know that must be stupid because they're mostly doodle-y but i kind of think it's better for me to lean that way anyways.

that's my day... oh... i ate 3 cupcakes too today... i am very stupid for that cuz it does not feel good for me to do that... but i am craving so much lately, sweets... salty... anything really. i guess it might be the fasting also making that happen too, idk. i really only do it cuz i know i'm not burning calories walking to work anymore and also i'd not eat at work for hours as well... so i'd like barely eat... so i guess i just want to preserve my figure... i know that's like unhealthy sounding but idk it mostly feels okay. i'm just reflecting here...for no reason.

for music tomorrow... i wonder what i'll do... my gf will actually be out of the house maybe so i could record. i also really need to make myself read i think. read read read. so i can write write write. i need to get myself out of the music-obsessive thing. the drawing's good for that, and i think the drawing helps me do the music, in a way, the drawings feel the most linked to what i do w/ my music, my writing probably is too but not as much, i think, or it's not so evident to me, this is kind of what i would like the sound of the music to convey emotionally or maybe physically over emotionally. that it be material in some way, as ephemeral as the dirt under our nails, mysteriously appearing, always regenerating in the absence of our attention... that is a good way to put it. a forgotten region.

once again... the sun is super duper up and i've gotta sleep though,

so

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[sundove88]

For The First Time in Forever- Cookie Run Edition (Lyrics)

Based on: For The First Time in Forever (Frozen)

Plot: It’s Coronation day in the Vanilla Kingdom and the New Ancients (Custard III, Tiger Lily, Dark Choco, Princess Professor Mozzarella (she belongs to @interstellarwizard2019 / @thetropicalfairy ), and Lilybell) are a nervous wreck. Meanwhile, Gingerbrave and his friends (Without Custard III) are excited about the very first big event that the Vanilla Kingdom will be hosting.

Special thanks to @thetropicalfairy for inspiring me to do this! This is also based on an RP the two of us did. Enjoy!

Lyrics:

Raisin Villager: Gingerbrave! Gingerbrave!

Gingerbrave: Huh? Yeah?

Raisin Villager: Sorry to wake you up.

Gingerbrave: Nononononono. I’ve been up for hours! Who is it?

Raisin Villager: Still me. The kingdom will come to life soon. Time to get ready!

Gingerbrave: Of course! Ready for what?

Raisin Villager: The New Ancients’ coronation!

Gingerbrave: The New Ancients… Coronation… *Gasp* It’s coronation day! It’s coronation day!

Gingerbrave:

The window is open,

So’s that door!

Strawberry:

I didn’t know they did that anymore!

Both:

Who knew they owned a thousand salad plates?

Wizard:

For days we’ve roamed these empty halls,

Why have a ballroom with no balls?

Chili Pepper:

Finally, the kingdom’s coming to life!

Gingerbrave:

There’ll be actual real life cookies

It’ll be totally strange

Well, are we so ready for this change

Wizard:

Cause for the first time in forever

There’ll be music, there’ll be light

Chili Pepper:

For the first time in forever

We’ll be dancing through the night

Strawberry:

Don’t know if we’re elated or gassy,

But we’re somewhere in that zone…

Gingerbrave:

Cause for the first time in forever

We won’t be alone

Wizard:

We can’t wait to see everyone!

What if we see… the ones?

Strawberry:

Tonight, imagine us gowns and all,

Fetchingly draped against the wall

The picture of sophisticated grace

Chili Pepper:

We suddenly see them, standing there

Some beautiful strangers, tall and fair

I wanna stuff some jellies in my face!

Wizard:

But then we laugh and talk all evening,

Which is totally bizarre.

Gingerbrave:

Nothing like the lives we’ve led so far!

Strawberry:

For the first time in forever,

There’ll be magic, there’ll be fun

Wizard:

For the first time in forever,

We could be noticed by someone!

Chili Pepper:

And I know it is totally crazy,

To dream we find friendship

Gingerbrave:

But for the first time in forever…

At least we’ve got a chance!

Custard III:

Just let them in, just let them see… (Peeks out the window)

Tiger Lily:

Be the best ones, you always have to be! (Looks at a picture of the Ancients in the Solarium of Unity years ago)

Dark Choco:

Conceal, don’t feel… Put on a show…! (Tries to balance a book on his head)

Mozzarella:

Make the right move and everyone will know! (Wipes her glasses, puts them back on, then tucks her wings into her Vanillian coronation robe)

Lilybell:

And it’s gonna be today. (Checks calendar)

Gingerbrave:

It’s gonna be today!

Custard III and Lilybell:

It’s agony to wait… (Adjusts the pins on their Vanillian coronation robes)

Wizard:

It’s agony to wait!

Dark Choco:

Tell the guards to open up…

Tiger Lily and Mozzarella:

The Gates!

Strawberry:

The Gates!

(Desserts from across the franchise, from cookies, enemies, NPCs, etc. save for a certain evil group, Elder Custard, Mille-Feuille, and Canele enter the Vanilla Kingdom for the event)

Gingerbrave:

For the first time in forever,

Custard III and Lilybell:

Just let them in, just let them see

Strawberry:

We’re getting what we’re dreaming of

Tiger Lily:

Be the best ones, you always have to be!

Wizard:

A chance to change the whole darn world

Dark Choco:

Conceal…

Chili Pepper:

A chance to find true friends!

Mozzarella:

Conceal, don’t feel; just let them know!

All:

We know it all ends tomorrow

So it has to be today!

Cause for the first time in forever…

For the first time in forever…

Nothing’s in our waaaay- GAH!

(Btw, I wanted to make a reference to the source material of the lyrics, where at the end Hans bumps into Anna. But in this case, it’s Madeleine Cookie accidentally knocking into the gang.)

[zekesource]

*   ARCTIC   MONKEYS   LYRICS.

feel   free   to   change   what   is   necessary.   some   lyrics   have   been   edited   for   clarity.

I'm   a   puppet   on   a   string.

Satisfaction   feels   like   a   distant   memory.

I   can't   help   myself.

Are   you   mine?

I   lost   track   of   time   and   space.

You   got   me,   baby.

Are   you   mine   tomorrow?

Are   you   mine   just   tonight?

I   can   have   one   of   those   organic   cigarettes   that   she   smokes.

As   I   arrived,   I   thought   I   saw   you   leaving.

I   was   dreaming   of   bumping   into   you.

I   left   you   multiple   missed   calls.

Why   do   you   always   call   me   when   you're   high?

Are   you   out   tonight?

I'm   incapable   of   making   the   right   decisions.

You   said   you   got   to   be   up   in   the   morning.

You're   starting   to   bore   me,   baby.

What's   been   happening   in   your   world?

What   have   you   been   up   to?

I   heard   you   fell   in   love.

I   gotta   tell   you   the   truth.

Snap   out   of   it.

Forever   isn't   for   everyone.

I'll   be   here.

I'm   waiting   ever   so   patiently   for   you.

Darling,   how   could   you   be   so   blind?

Make   no   mistake.

I'm   sure   you   could   have   made   it   better   on   your   own.

You   told   a   million   people   that   you'd   stay   in   touch.

All   the   little   promises,   they   don't   mean   much.

There's   memories   to   be   made.

True   romance   can't   be   achieved   these   days.

You   are   the   only   ones   who   know.

What   did   you   expect?

I'd   probably   still   adore   you   with   your   hands   around   my   neck.

I   did   the   last   time   I   checked.

I   crumble   completely   when   you   cry.

Everything's   in   order   in   a   black   hole.

Remember   when   you   used   to   be   a   rascal?

It's   the   best   you   ever   had.

Those   dreams   aren't   as   daft   as   they   seem.

I'm   flicking   through   a   little   book   of   sex   tips.

Remember   when   they   were   electric?

I'm   guessing   that   you'd   rather   just   forget   it.

Where   did   you   go?

You're   not   coming   back   again.

That   bloody   mary's   lacking   in   tobasco.

Advertise   in   imaginative   ways.

Start   your   free   trial   today.

You   could   meet   someone   you   like.

Take   it   easy   for   a   little   while.

Come   and   stay   with   us.

I'm   in   no   position   to   give   advice.

I   don't   want   to   be   nice.

Now,   look   at   the   mess   we   made.

I   found   out   the   hard   way.

So,   who   you   gonna   call?

I   wanted   to   be   one   of   those   ghosts.

It's   alright,   because   you   love   me.

What   exactly   is   it   you've   been   drinking   these   days?

It's   dark   early.

It's   the   star   treatment.

You   were   practicing   a   magic   trick.

You're   mistaken   if   you   think   that   I   haven't   been   called   cold   before.

It's   all   you   had   left.

It   was   going   to   waste.

I   was   thinking   of   excuses   to   postpone.

You're   not   half   as   impossible   as   everyone   assumes   you   are.

Stop   making   eyes   at   me.

I'll   stop   making   eyes   at   you.

Your   shoulders   are   frozen.

You're   dynamite.

I   bet   that   you   look   good   on   the   dancefloor.

I   don't   know   if   you're   looking   for   romance.

I   wish   you'd   stop   ignoring   me.

I   don't   think   it's   very   fair.

I'm   pinned   down   by   the   dark.

I'm   nearly   crying   in   my   sleep.

It's   more   than   I'm   willing   to   confess.

We're   divided   up   between   two   teams.

Let's   make   a   mess.

Don't   get   emotional.

That   isn't   like   you.

I   know   I   promised   this.

If   you   wanna   walk   me   to   the   car.

You   ought   to   know   I   have   a   heavy   heart.

You're   getting   cynical.

That   won't   do.

How's   that   insatiable   appetite?

Baby,   it's   been   nice.

Can   we   please   be   absolutely   sure?

[bendingwind]

For the writing meme! :)

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

16. At what point in the process do you come up with titles?

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

:D

This got long so I'm putting it under a cut.

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

I have just like an insane number of Bleach plotbunnies running around freely in my brain these days, but right now I'm mostly focused on three four stories; One is a pre-relationship Renji/Rukia story I've been talking about, The Most Eligible Bachelor in the Seireitei, in which Renji becomes very popular among minor noble houses as a prospective match. It's not really about that so much as it is about Renji and Rukia beginning to mend and rebuild their friendship in the wake of the Soul Society arc, though, under the shadow of the upcoming war. With a little jealousy in the mix. I think I'm going to finish this one today or tomorrow, edit Sunday, and post sometime next week hopefully.

The second is an Ichigo/Orihime story from Ichigo's POV that I'm still hashing out. I had an outline all prepared and then you actually reblogged something that made me rethink the whole thing, so that one's back in the drawing board stages lol.

I'm gonna preface this next one with the disclaimer that there is no combination of Rukia, Renji, Orihime and Ichigo that I don't ship.

The third is one I may not ever post, because I kill Renji off in it (not a spoiler, the entire topic of the finished prequel is Rukia mourning) and it makes me very very sad. In it Ichigo dies unexpectedly in his 40s and a proactive local Shinigami sends him to Soul Society via konsō, causing him to lose his memory, and Soul Society being what they are, nobody can seem to find him despite his massive spiritual energy. Everyone mourns and eventually moves on, and the story starts after Orihime dies of old age and joins Squad 11 (this is hilarious to me and makes absolute sense in context of the story and is one of my favorite parts) and she and Rukia rekindle their friendship. It starts out Rukia & Orihime, becomes Rukia/Orihime and eventually becomes Rukia/Orihime/Ichigo. There's a possible Byakuya/reincarnated!OC!Renji story sequel in the mix as well I think? There's also a much!older!Karin/Toushiro story that I vaguely want to write in that universe, which is a ship that I don't generally like unless you give Karin like forty years at a minimum to marinate.

I'm also planning to work soon on a Rukia & Orihime story in which Rukia asks Orihime about her feelings for Ichigo and why she's never acted upon them. It focuses a lot on how Ichigo protects everyone and Orihime wanting to be the one to protect him.

(I'm also vaguely trying to figure out my headcanons for Byakuya/Hisana and Ikkaku/Yumichika because I really want to write some stuff for them, but I don't have anything really concrete there at the moment)

(ALSO I can't remember if it was you or polyna who headcanon that Renji had a gruesome crush on Ikkaku back in the day but if nobody else is going to write it I WILL)

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16. At what point in the process do you come up with titles?

Sometimes I have a title going into a story, and sometimes I write a line in the story that I immediately know is going to be/inspire the title, but more often than not I finish a story up, slap a Hozier lyric on it, and call it a day 😅

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19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

I don't think I'm likely to ever finish this little series of micro-vignettes about Isshin and Ichigo so I'm just gonna use this as an excuse to post what I do have written!

****

It’s a bad idea for a hundred thousand reasons, Isshin thinks.

Their child will be an abomination in the eyes of some, an unholy amalgamation of shinigami and quincy and hollow. He knows the stories from history as well as anyone, and even they do not describe this thing that the two of them have created.

But Masaki places his hand on her belly and he feels the baby kick, and he sets his apprehension aside for the sake of the smile that graces her lips.

****

Ichigo is an entirely normal little boy, Isshin tells himself. So what if he turns his head when ghosts pass by? Children are sensitive to that kind of thing regardless, aren’t they? 

Masaki thinks he can see them, and frowns every time it happens. It was inevitable, she says quietly-- even if he were just quincy, it would be expected.

Isshin hopes she’s wrong. He wants their little boy with Masaki’s clouds of orange hair and his eyes to grow up safe and sound and normal.

He knows better, but he’s always been good and lying to himself.

****

He catches his son talking to the ghosts sometimes, as he grows a little older. He’s a happy child, as prone to laughter as he is to tears, all skinned knees and sticking weird shit in his mouth if they take their eyes off of him for a moment.

He resigns himself to this one quirk of his son, who is sweet and perfect and otherwise remarkably normal. He shows no signs of quincy powers, and Isshin learns to count his blessings.

“Dada,” Ichigo calls, and he stands.

“What is it, my son?” he booms, and Ichigo giggles and toddles towards him.

[sacredjoanne]

INFP 4w5: Personality Breakdown

The INFP 4w5 is an introspective dreamer with a knack for art and a love for deep, philosophical musings.

They’re like a unicorn at a horse derby, often misunderstood, yet undeniably intriguing.

This combo results in individuals who are fiercely individualistic, introspective, and emotionally intense, with an insatiable curiosity about the human condition.

The INFPs, categorized as the ‘Healer’ in Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI), are introverted, intuitive, feeling, and perceptive individuals who are known for their empathy and strong value system.

Meanwhile, the 4w5s in the Enneagram system are introspective, creative, and often experience a deep feeling of not belonging anywhere specific.

Together, the combination of INFP 4w5 results in an intensely introspective and creative individual who has a natural affinity for the beautiful chaos of emotions.

INFP 4w5 in a Nutshell

Strengths: Creativity, Empathy, Perceptiveness.

Weaknesses: Overwhelm, Isolation, Self-doubt.

Soulmate: Someone who respects their individualism, can navigate their deep sea of emotions, and is patient with their need for solitude.

Guidance: Your individualism makes you special, but connecting with others adds an invigorating dimension to life’s experience.

What Is The INFP 4w5 Like?

Oh, INFPs – adorable creatures, as soft as marshmallow peeps, packed with as much complexity as a season finale of Westworld.

They’re the dreamy idealists, the intuitive messengers of the MBTI world – always seeking authenticity and dancing in a world of endless possibilities.

These compassionate misfits, with their hearts on their sleeves, can feel the emotions in a room like nobody’s business.

Now, let’s talk about the 4w5 Enneagram.

This is the rebel poet in a punk band – using wit and words as weapons, disguised as lyrics or profound tweets.

They wear their individuality like a statement t-shirt, are as emotionally intense as a season of Grey’s Anatomy, and they’ve got the wisdom to match.

But, oh boy, they can oscillate between reclusive and expressive like nobody’s business.

So, mix these two together, and what do you have? The INFP 4w5, darling, is a fascinating cocktail.

Imagine a deep-sea diver who moonlights as a slam poet.

They navigate the ocean of emotions with grace and explore the depths of their soul with precision (and a great sense of humor).

Their individualistic mantra? “I’m not weird, I’m limited edition.”

4w5 INFPs might seem reclusive, but when they open up, it’s like a Broadway show.

They’re a delightful paradox, wrapped in emotion, smothered with authenticity, sprinkled with intellect, and served with a side of sass.

A joy to know if you can handle the emotional rollercoaster!

What Are the Main Traits of the INFP 4w5 Personality?

Strengths

Empathetic: They have weird, wizard-like abilities to feel what others are feeling.

Intuitive: Their gut feeling is like a GPS system – rarely ever wrong.

Inquisitive: Think of them like personality-type detectives.

Expressive: They could probably write a bestselling novel about their trip to the grocery store.

Idealistic: They have this built-in Disney fantasy, where everything is rainbows and unicorns.

Creative: They can turn a plain box into a magical kingdom with just their imagination.

Independent: They don’t need a crowd to make them feel good.

Weaknesses

Overly sensitive: They might go into emotional hibernation over a poorly timed joke.

Inconsistent: Today they are vegan; tomorrow, it’s “meat-lovers pizza” day.

Pessimistic: Gloomy Gusses got nothing on them.

Aloof: Sometimes, they’re on “Do Not Disturb” mode for no apparent reason.

Unrealistic: Their dreams often involve unicorns, rainbows, and unlimited pizzas.

Avoidant: They hide from confrontation like it’s a zombie apocalypse.

Introspective: Sometimes, they overanalyze things so much, they might as well be studying quantum physics.

With a toolset like that, INFP 4w5s are like the Van Goghs of maneuvering through life.

They can connect with people on a level that borders on psychics, which is a huge plus in relationships (who doesn’t want a human lie detector?).

But sensitivity can become a double-edged sword when they start taking things way too personally.

Their creativity makes them super interesting, but the occasional trip to la-la-land can leave them with unrealistic expectations.

The key for our INFP 4w5 comrades is to find a balance between their dreamy nature and reality.

Life isn’t a Disney movie, but it’s not a bleak noir thriller either – unless you count the 2020s, of course.

I mean, who needs a thriller when you’ve lived through a pandemic, amirite?

What Sets INFP 4w5s Apart From Other INFP Types?

Emotional Depth vs. Regular Ol’ Feelers

INFP 4w5s are like the Russell Crowe of the Gladiator Arena of feelings – they’ve got depth, and they’re not scared to show it.

Fueled by an ever-burning need for authenticity, they hitch a ride on every emotional roller coaster that comes their way.

Not saying other INFPs don’t know their way around the ‘feels’ department, but let’s just say they’d rather chill in the kiddie pool.

Lone Wolf Vibes vs. The Need for Social Acceptance

Picture an elusive creature, chilling in solitude, occasionally penning down a poem or two. That’s a typical INFP 4w5 right there.

They’re part lone wolf, part misunderstood artist, and always 100% unique.

Other INFP types, on the other hand, still crave a sense of belonging.

They might be introverts BUT they’re still trying to get those good Facebook likes.

Perfectionism on Steroids vs. Regular Perfectionism

When an INFP 4w5 does something, they don’t just do it, they DO IT.

They’re not just painting, they’re creating a visual symphony. Not just playing a guitar, they’re summoning the spirit of Jimi Hendrix.

Their brand of perfectionism is like regular perfectionism but with an artsy, existential twist.

While other INFP types are content with ‘doing their best’, a 4w5 is more, “It’s perfect or it’s trash.”

What Are The Major Fears and Desires of the INFP 4w5?

Fears

Fire-breathing dragons…Joking! It’s losing their individuality.

Being insignificant or unimportant.

Not living a meaningful life. (Aka being stuck in a Groundhog Day-type of existence but without Bill Murray’s company.)

Being ignored. (Who doesn’t want their moment in the spotlight, amirite?)

Falling into a rut of normality or mediocrity.

Being dismissed emotionally.

Having their creativity stifled. (The horror!)

Desires

Being the most unique unicorn in the field.

Leading a life packed with significance and purpose.

Expressing their true selves creatively.

Being emotionally understood.

Being appreciated for who they truly are.

Maintaining their true autonomy.

Being adored for their unique insights and perspectives.

Now that we’ve done the list thing, let’s break it down.

You see, INFP 4w5s are like this delicious complex recipe—throw in heaps of uniqueness, a dash of creativity, a big dollop of emotional understanding, and a sprinkle of sassiness.

Their fears and desires are two sides of the same vinyl record that keeps their life’s soundtrack going.

INFP 4w5s crave uniqueness like a cat craves a laser pointer, and they fear mediocrity like a vampire fears garlic.

This desperation to be meaningful drives them to be deeply creative and fiercely independent.

But it’s not all abstract paintings and interpretative dances; this fear of conformity can also translate into emotional turbulence and misunderstanding.

But hey, it’s all part of the package with these fascinating folks! So, let’s raise a toast to the beautifully complex, ‘one-of-a-kind’ INFP 4w5s! Bottoms up!

How Do I Know If I’m An INFP 4w5?

Questions To Ask Yourself

Do You Hide Your Emotions, Only To Share An Oscar-Worthy Monologue Later?

So your feelings are like a secret treasure chest, huh? Unlocked only in the right company or after a few glasses of wine? Sounds like you have the classic INFP 4w5 trait of being private yet deeply emotional.

Do You ‘Deep Dive’ Into Situations Too Soon?

When faced with a situation, do you dive deeper than Jacques Cousteau on a submarine mission? You want to know every detail, even if it drives people around you nuts.

Is Your Inner Circle Smaller Than A Kardashian’s Waistline?

If your friend list is more exclusive than a private jet, you’re probably an INFP 4w5. You cherish those close to you, and you’d rather have a few true connections than a legion of loose acquaintances.

Do You Have A Knack For Seeing The ‘Hidden Meanings’ In Things?

You’re the type that thinks the barista drew a heart on your coffee for a deeper reason than just a friendly gesture, aren’t you? Well, your intuitive and analytical nature is a key INFP 4w5 characteristic.

Is Your Alone Time Sacrosanct?

If you view your me-time with the same reverence as the Queen’s guard views their duty, you’ve got the trademark 4w5 desire for solitude to recharge and reflect.

Are You Idealistic To The Point Of Stubbornness?

Do you cling to your ideals like a cat on a curtain during a vacuuming session? If you can’t help but stick to your guns, despite others’ pragmatic pleas, you, my friend, might be an INFP 4w5.

Is Your Imagination Your Favorite Playground?

If your daydreams are more captivating than a Game of Thrones episode, you’ve got the imaginative capacity typical of this personality type.

Key Signs and Behavior Patterns

You’re The ‘Chill’ Person Who Secretly Cares A Lot

You may seem laid back on the surface, but underneath, you’re more emotionally invested than a die-hard sports fan during finals.

Your Inner Critic Could Win An Award

If your inner critic had a job, it’d be that tough boss who demands perfection. You’re constantly striving to meet your own high personal standards.

The World Is Your Personal Mystery

You approach life like it’s a Dan Brown novel, full of symbols and hidden meanings that only you can decipher.

You’re A People Watcher

Not in a creepy way, but you find human behavior fascinating. You probably know more about your neighbors’ habits than they do.

You’re Prone To Mood Swings

You can swing from euphoria to melancholy faster than a pendulum on caffeine. It’s all part of your deep, complex emotional landscape.

You Need Alone Time Like Fish Need Water

You love your friends, but you love your solitude even more. Alone time is to you what spinach is to Popeye.

You’re A Dreamer With Goals

While you have your head in the clouds, you’re no stranger to rolling up your sleeves. You have dreams and you’re not afraid to hustle to achieve them.

What’s The INFP 4w5 Man Like?

Emotional Deep-Sea Divers

Think of an INFP 4w5 dude as that friend who can effortlessly transform “How are you?” into a 2-hour soul-searching session.

They’re not just paddling in the kiddie pool of emotions. No, they’re scuba-diving into the dark abyss of feelings.

But don’t worry, they’ll come up for air… eventually.

Creative Chaos Makers

If you’ve ever wondered what it might be like to live inside a quirky indie movie, look no further.

INFP 4w5s are bursting with originality and often channel this into their hobbies.

So you’ll likely find their living space is a strange fusion of modern art installation and mad scientist’s lab.

Adorable or frightening, depends on your taste!

Lone Wolf Syndrome

Who needs a pack when you can be a lone wolf? INFP 4w5 males don’t just enjoy solitude, they crave it like chocolate fudge brownies.

Fine by me!

But don’t be surprised if they occasionally drop off the radar to recharge their mental batteries or write the next great American novel in their heads.

Or both. Probably both.

What’s The INFP 4w5 Woman Like?

Daydream Divas

Bless their hearts, these INFP 4w5 ladies are always up in their heads so much that, occasionally, they schedule appointments in Dreamland instead of the real world.

It’s not that they’re spaced out, it’s just that their inner world is a Netflix Original series and it’s currently binge-hour.

Emotionally Articulate

These women have more ways to express “I’m feeling a little blue” than Eskimos have words for snow.

And by golly, they’re not shy about sharing.

You’ll hear a heart-wrenching sonnet about their inner turmoil before you even finish your morning coffee.

Uniqueness Is Their Middle Name

Conformity? Pffft. These gals would rather knit their own sweaters from yak wool than follow the herd.

Being unique isn’t a choice for our INFP 4w5 friend, it’s as mandatory as breathable air.

So take a deep breath and embrace your individualistic, sometimes head-in-the-clouds, emotionally articulate comrade.

Life with them is anything but monotonous.

INFP 4w5s In Relationships & Compatibility

Alright, let’s talk about romancing an INFP 4w5.

INFP 4w5s are sensitive, like a raw nerve on a cold day.

They’re dreamers, musing over the mysteries of life while staring blankly at a sandwich. But they’re charming in their own weird way.

Did I mention they can be moody and introspective?

So, here’s the thing, they’re like a riddle wrapped in an enigma, dipped in mystery sauce. Fun, right?

MBTI Matches

Look for an ENFJ, the Protagonist, who’s warm, outgoing, and values deep connections.

They’ll actually drag the INFP out of their dreamland occasionally and remind them people and sunshine exist.

Then there’s the INFJ, the Advocate, who shares the INFP’s passion for soul-searching but with a dash more structure.

Finally, there’s the ENFP, the Campaigner, who matches the INFP’s daydreaming but also brings a healthy dose of spontaneity and excitement to the table.

Enneagram Matches

As for the Enneagram matches, we’ve got Type 9, the peacemaker, a calm presence to balance out the INFP’s emotional waves.

Type 2, the Helper, can shower the INFP with love and affection, something they guiltily relish.

And Type 5, the Investigator, matches their intellect and love for deep-dive discussions.

How to Interact With 4w5 INFPs

Give them space: They need their alone time, like a cat, but less aloof. Respect this to the core, they carry an ‘Introvert’ badge and will use it unabashedly.

Embrace their mood swings: One moment they’re laughing, the next they’re contemplating the universe’s mysteries. It’s like a weather app that updates every millisecond – make sure you’ve got the emotional umbrella handy.

Encourage them: Their self-esteem is often as stable as a tower of Jenga after six beers – so boost their confidence, motivate their passion and they’ll love you to the moon and back. Or, at the very least, to the corner store and back.

Best Careers For The INFP 4w5

Key Skills

Creativity

Introspection

Intellectual Curiosity

Organization

Analytical Thinking

Best Jobs

Researcher

Writer

Psychologist

Philosopher

Healthcare

The INFP 4w5 personality type is often characterized by a unique blend of introspection, creativity, and empathy, combined with a strong intellectual curiosity and a desire for authenticity.

These traits can translate into a variety of key skills that are highly valued in the workplace.

For instance, their empathy allows them to connect deeply with others, making them effective in roles such as counseling or social work.

Their creativity and introspection can lead to compelling written work or original artwork, making them well-suited for roles such as writer or artist.

Their intellectual curiosity and analytical thinking skills can make them effective researchers, able to delve deep into complex topics and derive meaningful insights.

Their strong organizational skills can be useful in roles that require managing information or resources, such as librarian.

Finally, their authenticity allows them to stay true to themselves and their values, which can lead to meaningful and fulfilling work in a variety of fields.

Final Thoughts

So, in a nutshell, my friends, your INFP 4w5 is like that quirky artist in the coffee shop – a sensitive, introverted, and deeper-than-Marina-Trench kind of insightful.

They’re a blended cocktail of dreamy idealism, creativity, and just a dash of existential angst. Got it? Good.

Now, unraveling your personality type is like reading your own DIY manual.

It’s crucial for your self-growth, healthier relationships, and, let’s be real, it saves you from a lot of ‘why am I like this’ moments.

Official post by Joanne at Sacred Joanne

https://sacredjoanne.com/infp-4w5-personality/

[laiwater]

current white men i, as an aspec woc, am currently attracted to.

Firstly, I would like to preface this post by apologizing to myself and my online persona that this is the very first post I am making (though I am no stranger to Tumblr) and will definitely be looking back and cringing. But, I digress, this is purely for personal enjoyment and the fact that I love anonymity.

Second, there is no particular order in which I rank these men, I just enjoy them and their existence and their creations. So, I guess that's how this list came to be.

Now. On to the white men!

Number one, the one and only, Matthew Gray Gubler. Not sure how this obsession spiraled, but I'm positive that it started with an edit of Spencer Reid on TikTok.

He is both a blessing and curse to my existence. I get a visceral reaction when I see him on screen as he spews out his little factoids. I also feel very ashamed and embarrassed as I watch, to completion, a thirst edit of him and all I can is a black screen with my stupid smile reflected back at me. I feel crazy.

It has come to a point where I started watching other things he stars in. (Yes, thirst watches. I am devolving.) Today, I watched The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou, which was very entertaining even without Mr. Gubler. Yesterday, it was Suburban Gothic and that one 15 minute bowling mocumentary where he humps the air. Tomorrow? Who knows. Maybe Horse Girl. Side note: I love Alison Brie.

To wrap up my blurb on Matthew Gray Gubler, I want to say 2 things. I love him as a creator and creative. He is the epitome of silly, which is something I think everyone can be just a little bit more, and he most definitely is Tumblr if Tumblr was a person. His history with art and creating is really intriguing and something I look up to! He models, acts, directs, writes, draws, and more. I just love creative people.

Next white man is Irish, has long beautiful locks, and is gigantimasaurus: Andrew John Hozier-Byrne! Professionally known as Hozier!

Unreal Unearth is actually the very first Hozier drop that I got to experience as a new-ish fan of his work. I love everything he creates; his lyrics, voice, sound has so much emotion and power. I was literally in the shower singing out Francesca as the water beat down my back.

My love for Hozier doesn't just stem from his music but also the content of his music, where he draws inspiration from, and how he's literally just some dude. Cue his handsome Squidward story and the one where he was cursing out some badgers.

The best way to describe the content of his music, in my opinion, is yearning for various releases in terms of love, hope, despair, a better understanding etc. He writes so well, and his feelings can be viscerally felt through paper and sound. He always sounds like he's on the edge of something, always anticipating a moment.

Last one, because everything comes in threes, is Thomas Straker, which is the "all things butter" guy, in case you didn't know. VERY random, I think, but I also don't think so.

Love, love, love a man that can cook. Even more so when he is nice to look at, and doesn't desecrate the food he makes (if you've seen those gross cooking TikToks where they completely violate their ingredients, you'd understand.)

Personally, I've been obsessed with this man ever since his butter series because 1) his voice is really really smooth, 2) he unapologetically loves food. Him creating these recipes and watching him eat his own dishes like they're the best thing to exist is elation.

Not sure if I'm starting to sound weird, but I think it's the same way people feel about Carmy from The Bear. Also, I cook. And it's just attractive how he cooks and enjoys cooking despite his comments telling him he uses too much butter - which is ridiculous because butter is what makes so many foods taste rich and good. Literally go shadow Gordon Ramsey as he makes a steak.

Anyways, that's it. That's the post. My laptop is about to die because I decided to write this in one sitting instead of packing because I'm leaving for school in two days. Crazy.