#trying to find a post of this song to reblog I’ve discovered that this is what I call a ‘webweave song’

[thisismeracing]

Pretty Liar | LN4 (Patreon exclusive)

― Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader ― Word count: 5.6k ― Warnings: mentions of food and alcohol; +18! graphic description of sex (p in v, oral - both, fem and male receiving). ― Summary: Ever since Lando was a kid he knew his future would bring fame somehow, always involved with racing and having just what it needed to become a Formula 1 driver, he was happy with everything it entailed, up until said future became his present and he realized there was also a rough side to the fame. That’s why, when he found you – someone who had no idea who he was, he kept his career from you. He would tell you, and he would eventually clarify the situation, he had it all planned, however, all it took was one week. One week for you to discover that what you thought started as a beautiful story, was actually a perfectly told lie. Lando was pretty, but he was also a liar. Now he had to find a way to explain everything, and you had to find it in you to forgive him.

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Some scientists believe that it takes around ten minutes for an average person to make an everyday decision. Yet, the moment Yn’s eyes met Lando’s, and he smiled at her, she knew they would go home together that night, and this exchange took less than a second. 

His face seemed familiar, but she couldn’t remember where. She thought maybe it was from an old Instagram post their friends in common had made. Maybe they saw each other in a pub before. The city wasn’t that big, their crowds were similar, and they were both young.

Lando seemed surprised with the news, “You don’t…know me?” 

“Should I?” Yn asks, quirking her eyebrows with a glimmer of humor in her stare. 

He shook his head before Oliver, their common friend, could say something, “Nah, it’s just…I’m a DJ, I thought maybe you had seen something about me around a party you know?!” 

Yn bit her lower lip, chuckling. “I’m sorry, I’m sure you must be a great DJ, but I’ve never heard of a Lando Norris before.” 

“Now I’m hurt,” the Brit turned to their friend, and Oliver’s laugh boomed around. 

That was how their first interaction went, with both aware of the tension line being pulled. Lando had never seen someone match his energy like she did, and Yn had never felt that giddy with a guy before. When someone grabbed Oliver away, the speakers gave space to a remixed tune of  Zedd and Yn asked what Lando was playing that night, or if he was playing at all. 

He smiled at her showing the small gap between his teeth which she decided was one of her favorite features of his, after his eyes, “It depends. What do you want me to play?”

“Oooh, smooth, I like it!” she giggled, taking a sip of her drink, and using the seconds to breathe in some air. “Would you mind playing Rihanna?” 

“Most recent ones or oldies?” 

“Around 2010s would be perfect.”

“I know exactly the song,” he announced like a promise, and Yn nodded, grabbing his hand, lacing their fingers, and starting to head in the direction of the bar. It would be an hour or so until the pub’s DJ finished his thing. 

“Do you wanna drink something?” Yn stopped to say in his ears now that the song seemed much louder and so did the crowd. Lando’s free hand grabbed her waist, and he shouted back that he had just grabbed his refill, but he was fine going with her. 

Truth was, Lando didn’t even like the bar area that much, drunk people would tend to gather there sometimes, spill their alcohol, scream, and try creating scenes, but something about Yn’s eyes would make him follow her to hell, and they had just met. That felt a tad scary, but he wouldn’t think too much about it, trying to focus his mind on Danny’s words about enjoying the butterflies, enjoying the naivety, and enjoying the nerves that came with it. 

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“I still gotta learn how to bake properly.”

“We could try together. I know a thing or two about sugary recipes,” she suggested. “Meanwhile, you cook the main dish and I make the dessert—” she stopped mid-sentence, putting the palm of her hand on her forehead. “We forgot about dessert, Lan!” 

But the pilot can only grin, watching in awe as her lips pout slightly.

“I didn’t.”

“What do you mean?” her tone started with a confused hint, but when their eyes met and Yn caught the way his gaze drifted  across her body like a caress bringing a shiver along. Her legs instinctively crossed in search of the slight tinge of pressure. 

“Oh, you know exactly what I mean,” his grin was wicked, and the way his head pointed to the space in front of him at the table almost made Yn whimper. Lando pushed the plate and glass to the side, watching as Yn got up and walked to him. The noises of the city came through the open windows, just like the cold wind, creating the perfect harmony with the way her bare steps hit the ground, the slight sound coming from it. 

The legs of Lando’s chair scraped on the ground when he pushed it just a tiny bit to make room for Yn. She sat on his lap, legs on either side of him, caging him in place, and giving him the feeling of her bare cunt against his dress pants. 

“Aren’t you wearing anything under the dress?” he asked, mocking shock on his expression. 

Yn merely shook her head, “It would just ruin it anyway.”

And just like that cooking conversations and random subjects were long forgotten, their lips smashed together in a heated kiss, and Yn moaned into his mouth when Lando gripped her waist and guided her movements on top of him, his cock hardening with each motion. 

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“Come in my mouth,” she rasped, it sounded like a plea, and Lando couldn’t help but give it to her. At that moment he would give her anything and everything she asked for. The way her eyes blinked at him from between his legs, mascara a bit smudged on her cheeks, lips swollen from sucking, she looked like an angel. 

And he couldn’t deny an angel its request.

So when her mouth enveloped him again, cheeks hollowing and tongue twirling Lando gripped the table, hips buckling slightly and body finally succumbing to pleasure. He watched as his cum leaked from her mouth, his dick still spurting the white liquid and making it land on her chin and collarbone. 

Yn grinned up at him, licking her lips. 

He scooped cum from her chin using his finger and she eagerly opened her mouth, sucking his thumb and smiling up at him again. At that moment, he wanted them to be intimate enough, so he could grab a camera and save that image. Frame it. Store it under locks. Have it with him forever. Something about the way she looked and what they had just done stirred his insides again.

“Can I have mine now?” he scooped more cum this time from her collarbone and Yn nodded, parting her lips to him again. 

────── ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: Hi, honeybees! I hope you guys liked this piece. I've been meaning to write a long piece for Lan for a while now, and it felt good to put this together, I'm looking forward to writing more for him, let me know if you wanna see it! <3 I wanted to add a huge shout-out to Delia (@struggling-with-delia) for proofreading and beta-reading this (Ily, Dee!).

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[thatgoblin]

In Which Emery Sees Discourse and Does a Hot Take on Likes, Reblogs, and Comments.

Hot Take: Stop telling people to not Like your stuff and to only Reblog it.

I will not be replying to people who reblog or message me about this take because I don't want to debate/argue about this. That's why I wrote it down in length.

So, you’re a content creator on the internet? Cool! A lot of people are. I am, even though I’ve been pretty quiet in the last year or so, and it’s a rad hobby. I don’t make money from it in any way, shape, or form. It’s just something fun for me to do.

I’ve been doing it for nearly 20 years actually, around the time fanfiction.net and fanfiction.org (RIP) first popped up. I started writing way back in the first grade, about 7ish years old aka 1996. My teachers always complimented me on my work because it was always creative, much more so than most of my peers. Before I even knew what fanfiction was, I was writing Spider-Man and Backstreet Boys crossover fanfiction because I wanted to see that story and knew no one would make it aside from my depraved prepubescent mind. (Don't get me started on the Might Ducks Animated Show fanfiction. That was a different time and place in the early 2000s.)

The more I wrote though, the more I wanted to share these stories. My friends were always in the stories somehow and I would print them out for them to read at school when I got to 5th grade (aka 2000 when I finally got a computer and printer at home.) They liked them and while, yes they were fuckin' wild, they wanted more like this.

So when I discovered I could write stories online and post them for others to read, I was blown away.

You mean people can just write ANYTHING and post it? Fanfiction about Power Rangers visiting Lord of the Rings and fighting Barney? Sign me the fuck up fam! I was also an avid reader of the fanfiction as well, trying to find specific tropes that I loved was hard though. I am a huge fan of the ‘I was sent to my favorite imaginary world and now must save everyone with my knowledge’ plot and was when I was younger too.

Except I didn’t find very many of them. Maybe a handful depending on the fandom or none at all. It was sad and I was frustrated because I wanted to read things I liked as well, so I started my journey into posting fanfiction. I was 12 at the time so while I was able to grasp grammar in general, I didn’t always know how to make words flow or convey an image. It didn’t stop me though. I kept going and slowly but surely was able to write better and better with each post.

Mind you, this was all on fanfiction.net, which is still up and running but a nightmare on mobile, so you could see views, likes, and comments. I would see the views and be disheartened a bit by the single digits after months and even years of the fics being up.

This is the heart of where my Hot Take begins.

I never thought I was owed views, comments, or likes to continue creating.

Yes, I was sad no one read them, but I read them. I still read my own stuff because I wrote for me and continue to. The fics weren’t made out of a need for people to share my work or get poplar or feel included (cause let’s face it, undiagnosed AuDH me did not care if I was included because I could make my own world and was perfectly find with it.)

I wrote because I wanted to write stories I couldn't find, anyone else liking them was just a cherry on top. While I liked sharing my work, including my art, I didn’t do it with the notion that I would suddenly become this well renowned author online. It wasn’t planned to be a steppingstone to anything either. It was an outlet to be able to express myself in ways I was not allowed to out loud in the real world. (again, undiagnosed me in the early 00's with a brother in the military and middle child syndrome was in a WEIRD place.) I wrote for me and me alone.

That’s what I think was lost when people started to become anti-Like on Tumblr. People stopped caring about if they liked their own work and that being enough. If you like your story or drabble or song and no one sees it or reblogs it, you still made something that you like and that’s the point of fanfiction/fanart. It’s for you and you alone.

That doesn’t mean it’s wrong to want reblogs more than likes, but to come out and say ‘Do not Like my story/art, reblog instead because it kills creativity of content creators’ feels entitled to me and sends the wrong image of what creating is.

I want Likes on my things because then I know someone read it or saw it. They enjoyed it. If they reblog it as well, even better, but to come out and push back on Liking posts doesn’t sit right with me. As much as it might suck to hear, you’re not owed reblogs or likes or anything. This isn’t a career or a way to gain status with followers, it’s a hobby that you share with others should you choose to post and even if it was a career you’re still not owed anything because you post it for free. Hobby’s should make you happy in the creation and creation process itself and if people see it when you share it, that’s cool, and when they like it, even better! They shouldn't be discouraged from that and told it hurts the creators to Like something.

Side Note: Tumblr also isn’t the best place to post things and get reblogs/comments/attention. AO3 is the best place for that. Tumblr is fine and it works okay for writing and art, but it’s not made to have an archive of fics or art at your finger tips in a coherent list to show and search like a library.

While yes, it can be disheartening to not get recognition for something you poured hard work into, that doesn’t mean you have to rely on that recognition to continue to create. Your art, writing or other, is not about that, it’s about you and the relationship with the story you’re telling in your chosen medium. The focus on how people will react to or like it should be secondary rather than primary.

If no one reads your 100,000 word fic on Steve/Tony finding a time machine to fist fight a dinosaur or your 100 hrs of work on you digital painting of Harry Styles as a hyper realistic centaur, it still exists. That work you put into it still exists. Your love for that project still exists. Go back and redraw it or reread it yourself, find the enjoyment in the story/art that you had when you wrote it because at the end of the day, everyone else be damned. I love reading my own fics, even if no one does. That’s what matters, not Likes, Reblogs, or even Comments. Just keep creating and yeeting into the abyss and maybe it’ll find someone or maybe it won’t because you found it when you made it.

[edhelwen1]

I posted 1,447 times in 2022

That's 468 more posts than 2021!

255 posts created (18%)

1,192 posts reblogged (82%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@spoonyglitteraunt

@sleepymccoy

@bixbythemartian

@holycatsandrabbits

@cassieoh

I tagged 1,377 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#art - 293 posts

#literally me - 289 posts

#guitar - 197 posts

#update - 196 posts

#learning - 193 posts

#my songs - 187 posts

#assassins! accidental matchmakers - 135 posts

#comic - 72 posts

#good omens - 58 posts

#pinkpiggy93 - 58 posts

Longest Tag: 131 characters

#he likes to hang out with siobhan and mei because they will each talk about their interests and never stop the others from doing it

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Guitar update: in a groove

I played my songs today. I really love them.

I also tried to play the last book I was given for Christmas; Songs of the 2000s. This book is MASSIVE. Like... My music stand cannot handle its size. (Insert innuendo?) So I decided that I would not play it today.

I just didn't have the spoons.

I'll try again tomorrow.

I played more songs from my app.

I really need to learn how to do a bar. My fingers just don't want to, and so many chords require it.

Oh, I thought you might like to see my capo.

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32 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

#4

Book Cover Reveal!

I am beyond thrilled to introduce you to the book that my husband @ericdesmarais​ and I wrote last year (2021). Assassins! Accidental Matchmakers is an urban fantasy romance, and it will be available in bookstores (and e-bookstores) September 15, 2022!! You can pre-order it now. Here’s the link to its Goodreads page, in case that helps.

When we got the contract for the book, there was only one artist that I wanted for the cover. I was extremely nervous asking, but gathered my courage and I’m so glad I did.

We asked the incredible artist @pinkpiggy93​ to draw the cover for us, and we were absolutely blown away by her work. So much so that I’ve asked her to do the cover for the spin-off that I wrote that will be coming out in spring 2023.

Without further ado, here is the cover:

Summary: 

Kennedy Fairfield just graduated in the class of 2002, and is now trying to find her purpose in life, or at least a job in her field. When she saves Jason Johnson, the leader of a secret Community of supernatural people called Aetherborn, from an attempted assassination, they embark on a whirlwind epic romance and adventure.

For Kennedy and Jason to discover why people are disappearing in time to save her friends, they'll have to face teleporting assassins, grumpy wizards, gossiping hags, mafia robots, and secret military groups, all in the city of Westmeath, Ontario, which has more secrets than residents.

The first book of four in The Gates of Westmeath series.

I hope you’re as excited as I am about the upcoming release of this book! If you are, please share this post, pre-order it from your local bookstore, tell your libraries, and vote for it on the Goodreads lists!

Here are the links to pinkpiggy93's socials and Patreon:

- Instagram link: http://www.instagram.com/pinkpiggy93

- Tumblr link: https://pinkpiggy93.tumblr.com

- Patreon link: http://www.Patreon.com/pinkpiggy93

You can follow our blog JenEric Designs for further updates, and scroll through the tags for more information on the book. Feel free to AMA!

42 notes - Posted May 15, 2022

#3

Hello, my name is...

And I'm addicted to Heartstopper.

No, I don't want to be cured, thank you very much.

I made these hair clips.

Heartstopper leaves with Nick and Charlie's greeting.

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91 notes - Posted August 7, 2022

#2

Most meet-cutes don't include assassins. Most love stories don't involve becoming a superhero. Then again, Westmeath isn't like most cities.

Kennedy Fairfield just graduated in the class of 2002, and is now trying to find her purpose in life, or at least a job in her field. When she saves Jason Johnson, the leader of a secret Community of supernatural people called Aetherborn, from an attempted assassination, they embark on a whirlwind epic romance and adventure.

For Kennedy and Jason to discover why people are disappearing in time to save her friends, they'll have to face teleporting assassins, grumpy wizards, gossiping hags, mafia robots, and secret military groups, all in the city of Westmeath, Ontario, which has more secrets than residents.

The first book of four in The Gates of Westmeath series.

Physical copy: https://49thshelf.com/Books/A/Assassins!-Accidental-Matchmakers

Ebook: https://books2read.com/u/mv1e0z

Cover art by @pinkpiggy93

192 notes - Posted September 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

What's that book, next to The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood in Chapters, Indigo?

Oh, just the book Assassins! Accidental Matchmakers by me and my husband @ericdesmarais !!

You can get your copy here!! https://49thshelf.com/Books/A/Assassins!-Accidental-Matchmakers

Cover by @pinkpiggy93

197 notes - Posted September 17, 2022

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[yns-world]

Hi!! Can I get fluffy hcs for Shang Tsung, Shao Khan, Kotal Khan, (and anyone else you may want!) with an S/O that enjoys showing them their favorite music? I’ve always wondered how some kharacters would react to Earthrealm music and what kind they may like! Thanks! ^_^ (also if you use pronouns could you use she/her or they/them?)

-🥭

a/n: this was an interesting one to make <3

Shang Tsung, Shao Kahn, and Kotal Kahn Music Hcs

Shang Tsung:

He’d find your excitement with music adorable

You would be rambling on and on about the lore behind specific artists and music video theories and he’d sit there listening to every word with a gentle smile on his face. He absolutely loves it when you gush like this

When you tried to get him to listen to different genres, he’d object at first because he feels as though he wouldn’t enjoy it. He feels like there’s too much of an age gap between him and the music that’s popular these days

That is, until you introduced him to the old, classical musical of the 16th century

Now THAT he can get behind

Shang Tsung listens to all the villain-sounding piano and violin classical music. It’s not because he specifically goes looking for it, the songs just find him

The first time you caught Shang listening to Earthrealm music, he was in his study with an old record player that looked like it came from the 16th century

“Lacrimosa” was playing from the music device as Shang watched over the hovering feather pen that was possibly writing someone’s eulogy (i hc shang to be able to control things using a soul power similar to telepathy. yes, whatever he controls has a green aura around it. it’s cool as fuck)

He immediately noticed your presence when you walked in and he looked up at you with a smile, but between him hunched over with floating pens and the villainous music playing, you didn’t know whether to walk any further or turn tail and run

Shang would later tell you that classical music helps him focus so if you hear any loud organ playing in the dead of night, that’s just Shang being silly, goofy Shang 💆‍♀️

Shao Kahn:

When you show him your favorite artists and songs, he’d shrug you off at first and insult your taste

But behind closed doors he’d listen to your mentioned songs on repeat, trying to decode your obsession with it

He’d be a little jealous that there’s something you’re fond of that he isn’t automatically the best at

No, he’d be VERY envious and would become even more of an arrogant asshole just to prove a point

Overtime when you expose him to different genres, he’d discover phonk and rap and he’d 100% start blasting that at maximum volume around the palace

Specific songs he listens to include: “Midnight” by PLAYAMANE, “Draco” by Playboi Carti, and “Nonstop” by Drake

Thanks to you, Shao Kahn is gonna have some kind of Carti song blasting before every battle

shao kahn soundcloud rapper era

shao kahn would also film a music video

Interestingly enough, there will come a time when Shao would prefer Earthrealm music over the music of Outworld, his reasoning being that Outworld music isn’t “loud enough” (the real reason is because Outworld music doesn’t have Playboi Carti on its tracks 💔💔💔)

Kotal Kahn:

Similar to Shang, he’d find it endearing to see you so happy about something and he’ll be more than willing to give it a listen 

Kotal is man who puts tradition and culture first so he’ll take the time to learn about the music that you enjoy and music from your culture

Even if he doesn’t particularly enjoy a specific genre that you do, he’ll still be respectful and listen to it with you

But for the most part, he enjoys whatever you enjoy

Kotal would also introduce you Rodian music and he’d be elated when he finds out how much you love it <333

if you enjoyed this then please reblog it :) reblogs help my account more than likes do <3 thank you!!

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[myhoneststudyblr]

Hi everyone! I’ve so enjoyed doing my 2020 quarantine challenge and getting to know so many of you (and discovering your amazing blogs) that i’ve decided to create this new SUMMER STUDYING CHALLENGE! i did consider continuing my other challenge but my school year has now ended and the way i study in the summer and my priorities is very different compared to during school time - which i’m sure is the same for may of you! I’ve created this challenge to try and keep myself motivated during the summer (because i am ridiculously busy XD) but i also want to use this time to get to know many more of you and stay motivated together  💕 

(also i know that many people struggle for ideas of what to post during the summer so hopefully these will give you some ideas. 

✨ Info ✨

This challenge will run from Monday 13th July 2020 to Sunday 6th September 2020, which is two months.  However, please feel free to join in and start any time if you come across this challenge after the 13th July because i want this challenge to be accessible for everyone! 

I have daily prompts for each of this entire time. You don’t have to post every day (you could, for example, cover all the prompts in one post at the end of the week) and you also don’t have to post for the entirety of the challenge (for example if your summer break ends before the 6th September). But i will be posting every day for the whole time and want to interact with as many of you as possible!!!

I want to see what you are posting so please use the tag #summer studying challenge and I’ll track this tag and reblog as much as possible!

On this note, I will reblog basically everything even if you don’t think it is ‘aesthetic’ cause I love seeing how everyone does their notes and stuff so please get involved 💕

✨ Prompts ✨

13th July -  What are your plans for this summer?

14th July - Have your plans changed at all because of the pandemic?

15th July - Do you have a specific goal for this summer?

16th July -��Do you have a lot of work to do for school or university or your job this summer?

17th July - What is the most important task that you need to complete this summer?

18th July - What do you usually do during the summer?

19th July - What did you do during the summer when you were a young child?

20th July - Do you usually go on vacation during the summer?

21st July - What is the best vacation you have ever been on? (note: does not have to have been during summer)

22nd July -  What is your dream vacation?

23rd July - What is the worst vacation you have ever been on?

24th July - What is your favourite vacation memory?

25th July - What was is your favourite event or day in the summer?   Are you a ‘summer person’ or do you prefer it when it is colder?

26th July - What is your typical daily routine in the summer?

27th July -  Do you stay indoors or outdoors more in the summer?

28th July - How do you stay motivated to study during the summer? 

29th July - Have you done or are you planning to do any activities (such as work experience, summer schools or watching lectures) other than normal work during the summer? 

30th July - Beach or Swimming pool?

31st July - What do you like most about the beach?

1st August - What is your least favourite thing about the beach?

2nd August - What is your song of the summer this year?

3rd August - What is your ultimate summertime song?

4th August - What is your favourite summertime movie?

5th August - Do you read a lot in the summer?

6th August - What book are you currently reading?

7th August - What is your favourite summer ‘beach read’ book? 

8th August - What TV show are you currently watching?

9th August - What was the last movie you watched?

10th August - What is your favourite summertime snack?

11th August - What is your favourite meal to have on the beach?

12th August - What is an unpopular opinion that you have about summer?

13th August - What is your favourite ice cream flavour?

14th August - What is your favourite summer clothing?

15th August - What’s your favourite summer drink?

16th August - Daytime or night time – what’s your favourite time during summer?

17th August - What is your favourite seasonal fruit to eat during the summer?

18th August - Would you prefer your summer to be shorter or longer?

19th August - How does summer feel in your region?

20th August -  If you could make up a new ice cream flavour, what ingredients would you use? What would you call it?

21st August - If there was a tropical island made just for you, what would you find on it?

22nd August -  Imagine that you could fill a swimming pool with anything except water and swim in it. What would your pool be filled with?

23rd August - Do you miss school/university/work during the summer?

24th August - Do you like wearing sunglasses?

25th August - Do you wear sunscreen?

26th August - Have you ever been really badly sunburnt? 

27th August - Do your sleeping habits change during summer?

28th August - Do your eating habits change during summer?

29th August - What is the thing that annoys you the most during summer?

30th August - What colour do you associate with summer?

31st August - When you hear the word ‘summer’, what is the first thing that you think of?

1st September  - Have you managed to complete you main task and goal for the summer?

2nd September - Are you looking forward to returning to school/university?

3rd September - How have you prepared to return to school/university?

4th September - When you remember this summer, what three adjectives will you think of that define your summer?

5th September - What did you learn over the summer? (note: this doesn't have to be academic-related)

6th September - What was your favourite memory from this summer?

✨ So this is the challenge! I hope that you will join it and enjoy doing it during the summer! please message me or send me asks if you have any questions about it or just want to have a chat <3 ✨

[i am tagging mutuals and others who took part in the 2020 quarantine challenge beneath the cut]

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Songs from Barbie Movies as Dream SMP Events

I saw a post by @/keigotakamihawks using Barbie as the Island Princess for a comic about Puffy, showed it to my friend @/1-michibiki-1, and proceeded to have a brainstorming session on what each popular Barbie movie songs could pertain to in the Dream SMP.

So... you know... this is what has come out of that discussion... JLKJGLKTGJL

(pspsps reblogs appreciated bc... well idk i just think it’s funny, go do it /lh)

𝟏. 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐎𝐧 𝐌𝐲 𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 → 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐌𝐏

Here on our island, the days are a dream. Hanging together we work as a team. And the magic extends  Through our family of friends  Here on our island the fun never ends! - Barbie as the Island Princess (2004)

𝟐. 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐧 → 𝐋'𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

Here I am,  Being who I want!  Giving what I got!  Never a doubt now.  Here I go,  Burning like a spark!  Light up the dark again! - Barbie: The Princess and the Popstar (2012)

(Since this list has 20 items, everything else will be under the cut!)

𝟑. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐌𝐞𝐨𝐰 → 𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐲 & 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫

There is not one hair of you  That I would rearrange. I love you the way you are  And that will never change. That will never change. - Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper (2004)

𝟒. 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞 → 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫'𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐟 "𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦" 𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐌𝐏 𝐖𝐚𝐫

Duty means doing the things  Your heart may well regret. But I'll never stop believing,  She can never stop my schemes. There's more to living than  Gloves and gowns  And threads and seams, In my dreams, I'll be free! - Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper (2004)

𝟓. 𝐈 𝐀𝐦 𝐚 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 → 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

I'm just like you (I think that's true)  You're just like me (Yes I can see)  We take responsibility! We carry through (We carry through)  Do what we need to do.  Yes I am a girl like you! - Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper (2004)

𝟔. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 - 𝐋'𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭-𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥

Don't try to stop us, or keep us down and out. The power of four forevermore, And now there is no doubt. Answering the call, breaking down the wall. All for one it's true, Together we know what to do. Strong hearts, strong minds, Fighting for what's right every time. United... Decided, we'll never be divided. All for one, one for all! - Barbie and the Three Muskateers (2009)

𝟕. 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 → 𝐋'𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠'𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

And we dance and we dance in an endless flow  In the grace of a perfect design... Stepping out of the dark and into the glow , And the whole world will see when we shine. We can shine! - Barbie in the Twelve Dancing Princesses (2006)

𝟖. 𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 → 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠

Do a pliй and never fall. Don't ever stray from protocol. All through the day  There's just one way  You must behave. - Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper (2004)

𝟗. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞? → 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎

I’m returning home a hero  Who’s discovered mighty wealth,  And what better husband could a princess choose? I’m the suitor who will suit her,  Bring the kingdom back to health,  And I’ll wear the crown for  How could I refuse? - Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper (2004)

𝟏𝟎. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 → 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨 𝐏𝐫𝐞-𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬

I feel connected, Protected. It's like you're standing right with me all the time! You hear me, You're near me, And everything else is gonna be alright. 'Cause nothing can break this, Nothing can break this tie. Connected... - Barbie & The Diamond Castle (2008)

𝟏𝟏. 𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐭 - 𝐏𝐨𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

Here we are, far from home, A little bit hungry and a little alone... But it's alright, Yes, it's alright. 'Cause in this room, there might be friends. Can't see how the story ends. But it's alright, Yeah, it's alright! We can start anew... Can't go back so we gotta go on. We'll stick together, staying strong. There's a diamond castle in my mind, And someday soon, We're gonna find it! - Barbie & The Diamond Castle (2008)

𝟏𝟐. 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 → 𝐍𝐨𝐯. 𝟏𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐖𝐚𝐫'𝐬 𝐄𝐧𝐝

Cause hope has wings to carry you. Anything is possible, Just might be a miracle, Waiting to come true. So I lift my eyes and see the sky, Feel my heart begin to fly,  I will be carried by my dreams 'Cause hope has wings! Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus (2005)

𝟏𝟑. 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 → 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐮𝐫

I'm gonna see what I've only dreamed... I'm gonna fly on the lightest breeze. It's gonna be like the books I read, I'll write the pages to my story. It's a brand new day, Only a breath away. - Barbie Mariposa & The Fairy Princess (2013)

𝟏𝟒. 𝐈𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞 → 𝐏𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 & 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐢

Once a lass met a lad,  "You're a gentle one" said she  In my heart I'd be glad  If you loved me for me.  You say your love is true,  And I hope that it will be.  I'd be sure, if I knew  That you loved me for me. - Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper (2004)

𝟏𝟓. 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐕𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 → 𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐥 & 𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐨

If I could wish for one thing, I take the smile that you bring! Wherever you go in this world I'll come along! Together we dream the same dream, Forever I'm here for you, you're here for me. Oh oh oh, Two voices, one song! - Barbie & The Diamond Castle (2008)

𝟏𝟔. 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 → 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜 𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐞

Though you may not know  Where your gifts may lead,  And it may not show at the start,  When you live your dream,  You'll find destiny  Is written in your heart.

- Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper (2004)

𝟏𝟕. 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 → 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐚 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

In your heart there’s always more. It’s magic... the more you give it away,  The more love comes back to you every day. - Barbie as the Island Princess (2007)

𝟏𝟖. 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐀 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 → 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐲

Remember when I said I won't miss you, The truth is that I do. I never stop thinking about you (about you) We are meant together, the two of us our bound, And now it seems like forever. I can't get you off my mind... If I could wish upon a star, Then I would hold you in my arms (hold you in my arms) And I know we could love once again (we could love again) If I could turn the hands of time, Then you would love me, still be mine. Baby, I would be right where you are, If I could wish upon a star. - Barbie as Rapunzel (2002)

𝟏𝟗. 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐲 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐬 → 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥

Sun goes down, And we are here together. Fireflies, Glow like a thousand charms. Stay with me, And you can dream forever Right here in my arms tonight... - Barbie as the Island Princess (2007)

𝟐𝟎. 𝐈 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 → 𝐏𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲'𝐬 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

I need to know these answers, I need to find my way! Seize my tomorrow... Learn my yesterday. I need to take these chances,  Let all my feelings show! Can't tell what's waiting... Still I need to go, I need to know. - Barbie as the Island Princess (2007)

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I was tagged by the cutest e stay in the world: @jinniebit

Name: Annabelle

Sign: Sagittarius 🏹

Height: 1,55m (5/5′1 idk ft are weird hahaha)

Time: Almost 2pm

Birthday: December 8th

Favorite Band/Artist:  ATZ, SVT, Ben Platt...

Last Movie: Elvis

Last Show: I’m binging The Office still, I’m very slow hehehe

When I created this blog: August 2020 ☺️

What I post: I try to reblog every visual post out there from atz and svt and most of the skz stuff, also reblog anything else in the kpop universe I find interesting… as a creator I have mostly been giffing, but maybe one day I’ll be making gfx again

Other blogs? My main @belledamsceno where I reblogged anything that I find interesting and is not kpop related, and @bobpulthepup for Mingyu’s puppy updates

Do I get asks? Occasionally… I want more 👀 would love an anon friend 👀👀

Followers: Close to 1.7k

Average hours of sleep: Around 5/6h

Instruments: Does my voice counts? 😅

What am I wearing: Mom jeans and a cropped t-shirt

Dream job: no job at all hahaha For real… I enjoy my job, I like dealing with people, but if I’m being completely honest…. I would love to just be able to live and enjoy life without having to work

Dream trip: Italy! (And New York and South Korea with my sister, one day we will do it I swear)

Favorite Songs: I just discovered “Meant to Be” by Ber and Charlie Oriain and I’ve been obsessed, also Cyberpunk by atz…. She sits with TMH…

I tag @97chwe @shorelinnes @wouyoung @onlyjuns @sanhwaiting and @minzbins <3

[chuckbass-love]

Hey! Chris x reader slow burn? I don’t have a clear idea but.. just slow burn, OMG.

I’ve not done much slow burn. I mean my Andy series was kinda, my Ransom fic was and my new ransom series has been kinda. But yeah i love this. Slow burn is some of my fave stuff to read. 

Reader is going to be a singer/actress in this! 

I hope you love this as i’m feeling very insecure about it. Let me know, feedback is always welcome.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Slow burn, fluff and smut...MAYBE 😉

Word Count: 5,694

Summary: You and Chris are about to become co-stars in a new movie. You meet him when you attend the Oscars and from the second your eyes meet, a crush develops on both parts. But it’s not as easy to admit your feelings. 

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @itsagentromanoff go check them out ❤️

Worth The Wait

As an actor, Chris Evans is used to women fawning over him and pretty much throwing themselves his way. He’s got the ladies right where he wants them. He’s no heartbreaker, not intentionally anyway but he has been around the block a couple times.

When it comes to you on the other hand, your the polar opposite. You’ve only had one serious relationship. Sure guys ask you out or slide into your DM’s but you pay them no mind. You prefer to focus on your career. 

You’re currently on track to release some new music. You’re also preparing to start shooting scenes for a new movie in the next couple of months. A romance movie. As soon as you got the part you found out about who would be your love interest. It’s Chris Evans.

As an actress and a woman in the industry, you obviously know who he is, you don’t live under a rock. He’s been in lots of movies that you’ve seen. He’s also very handsome, you can’t deny that. But you won’t be the one to fall at his feet. That isn’t your style. You prefer the subtle approach.

Tonight is the first time that you’re attending the Oscars and to say that you’re nervous would be the understatement of the century. It’s a day in the hairdressers chair with a makeup artist in the afternoon and a nail tech too. Your dress is at your house, hung up on the rack ready to put on last minute.

“So what are we going for today?” your hairdresser asks, you show her some images and she gets to work on what you requested. It has to be perfect. You have to make a good impression.

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4:30pm

Makeup done, nails done, hair done. Time for the finishing touch, your dress.

Your car pulls up to your house, ready to take you there, the nerves are flooding your body but you have your best guy friend with you, Jason. He’s your date tonight.

“Calm yourself, you’ll be fine” he’s always reassuring you whenever your anxiety hits full force.

“I just don’t know what to expect” he rests his hands over yours before handing you a glass of champagne. 

“Get this down you, it’ll help” you can’t help but giggle, taking the glass and drinking all of the contents in it. 

Whether you’re ready or not for the red carpet, you’re here. No turning back.

As you step out, your friend helps you. You’re wearing a full length red dress with black heels. You’re bombarded with flashes and shouting. Photographers calling for you to look their way. 

You walk onto the carpet, posing with your friend when you stop for the cameras. He wraps his arm around you and you smile as he whispers in your ear about all the camera men getting excited thinking that you two are a couple. He already knows the questions that you’re going to be asked. 

‘Is he your boyfriend?’

‘How long have you been together?’

You have the perfect response ready if that happens. He steps out of your way briefly so you can get some solo pics taken, this isn’t actually that bad. Posing for the cameras that is. It’s quite annoying with everyone shouting at you to look at them but aside from that, you’re enjoying it.

As you walk further up the carpet you hear everyone screaming “CHRIS OVER HERE” 

It’s Chris Evans. The leading man for your new movie. He looks good. More than good. He’s hot. But you won’t let that show. 

Chris pulls Scott back to him when they finish taking solo pictures. Ready to take more with them two together. Scott starts laughing at something the photographers say before noticing Chris not paying attention.

“Earth to Chris” he snaps his fingers in his face, following his eye line, that’s when he discovers what’s got his brother so distracted, or should he say who.

You’re stood there, laughing your head off with a guy, your smile is the type of smile that has everyone around smiling along with you. 

It’s infectious, just like your laugh. You look absolutely gorgeous. 

He knows exactly who you are, he’s heard your music and the movies you’ve done. He also knows that you’re playing his love interest for his new upcoming movie. Now he’s seen you in person he can tell he’ll have no trouble with intimate scenes. 

He watches you until he feels Scott tugging at his arm and just before he looks away, you look up, your eyes meet. For a split second. 

And in that second, he feels something. A crush developing. It sounds crazy, he doesn’t even know you but he feels some type of way.

Your eyes meet his blue ones, only for a second but it has your heart beating fast. He really is beautiful. You’re looking forward to working with him. 

All of the celebrities make their way into the building ready for the event to start, you’re guided to your table.

You’re sitting with the man himself. It’s like there’s a god up there plotting all of this, forcing you together. You can’t complain though. 

“So, you’re Y/N then?” he pipes up, rubbing his hands together before lifting a glass to his pink lips, they look so soft. You wonder what it would be like to kiss them. But remember, you need to keep it subtle.

“Yeah, i heard i’ll be working with you soon” he nods his head “Indeed, i look forward to it” Scott and your date look back and forth between the two of you, the chemistry is painfully obvious between you and Chris. 

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Since both of your plus ones have left to go to the toilet, he moves over to sit next to you. Not caring about how it looks to everyone around.

“How long have you and Jason been together?” you can’t help but giggle, you knew people would assume things.

“He’s not my boyfriend, he’s my best friend. I’m single by the way if that’s what you were trying to find out” he sighs at his failed attempt.

He can’t believe that you just sassed him. It makes him like you more. He’s intrigued, he wants to find out more. Whether that’s going to be possible in this setting is the one question on his mind. That and the question of asking you for your number before the others come back.

“Listen, i don’t usually do this but since we’re going to be working together anyways. I just wondered if maybe i could get your number. We can try and find time to hang out, get to know each other a bit better before shooting starts” you bite back the smile that tugs at the corners of your mouth, giving him your best poker face.

“I mean, i suppose that could be handy. Sure” your voice normal, your facial expressions are dead serious as you type your number into his iPhone. 

He grins as he moves back to his seat and minutes later Scott and Jason return. They both take their seats and the show resumes. Cameras are rolling so you try your best to look good in case you’re caught in the footage, checking yourself out in your pocket mirror quickly.

This night is going really well so far. 

You like Chris of course you do, he’s handsome, charming and polite. But as much as you’re looking forward to kissing him and getting close you have to admit that he’s not your usual type. You also have your reservations about ever going there with him if he tried it.

You don’t date co stars, not whilst you’re filming with them anyways. It’s unprofessional, a rule you’ve not broken so far but will he make it difficult for you? That’s another thing entirely.

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It’s a Wednesday afternoon and you’re chilling at home today. Shooting for your movie starts next weekend and you’re taking all the time you can to work on some new music and take some much needed pamper time.

You sit there in your studio, writing lyrics and figuring out a beat when you hear your phone ringing. There’s a huge pile of sheet music in the way, you start moving it to find your phone sat there. Chris’s name on the screen.

“Hello” you greet

“Well hello to you too, someone sounds very happy to hear from me” he chuckles, making your heart flutter. 

“Oh, can’t you tell, i’m jumping up and down from all the excitement” he can’t hold back his laughter, trying to stop it so he can actually speak.

“What are you up to today?”

“Currently, i’m song writing. Yourself?” he hums in response “not a lot, i was wondering if you wanted to try and hang out? Get to know each other, shooting starts next weekend and i barely know who i’m going to be kissing” he’s cheeky and very flirtatious, you gotta give him his props. He knows how to woo the ladies. But you’re not buying any of this. He probably does this with all of this leading ladies.

As much as you want to swoon and give in, you have to stay professional and protect your heart. He’s dangerously handsome, the dream personality that every girl wants a guy to have. He’s perfect but you could get hurt if you step over that line.

You decline his invite, making an excuse about getting this song done. He sounds quite sad as he hears your rejection. 

“Well, i guess i’ll leave you to it then. Maybe we can do it another time” you agree, hanging up the phone.

You feel silly for declining his invite. But you have stuff to do, you also know that if you start hanging out, you’ll catch feelings. 

Little do you know, catching feelings for one Chris Evans is inevitable. It’ll sneak up on you.

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“Chris and Y/N to set please” the director shouts, summoning the two of you. It’s your first scene with him. He spots you and smiles as you get closer.

“Oh if it isn’t miss unavailable” he mocks, you shove him playfully “Or maybe i was just trying to shake you off” he rolls his eyes. You both check over the script before the cameras start rolling.

Your character is sat in a cafe when his character strolls in with his friends. He looks around when his eyes fall on you. You’re sat there reading a book, sipping at your coffee when you hear them all making a bunch of loud noises. 

You look up and your eyes meet and in this moment, it doesn’t even feel like acting. It feels real. 

“You guys go ahead, i’ll catch up” he practically rushes his friends out of the door before sitting across from you.

“Wait, people actually read nowadays?” you scoff at his attempt to be funny, finishing up your drink and packing your stuff away. 

Just like in real life, he can’t catch a break with you. You aren’t giving him the time of day.

“I didn’t mean to offend you” you roll your eyes, turning back to him. 

“If you think some comment about books is going to offend me then let me just say that you’ll have to work a lot harder” you storm out of the building, away from him. 

The director yells cut. You head over to him for some feedback. He seems very happy with how the scene worked out. He gives a couple of tips for the next scene. He wants your character to bump into Chris’s character at work, leading him to mock you and get cocky about you stalking him.

You take a couple of sips from your water bottle before continuing. Shooting the next scenes. He keeps messing up, causing you to be there longer. Shooting the same one over and over. Next take he gets it, you don’t mess up once. You feel quite smug about it. He’s the professional, you’re the amateur and he’s the one messing up his lines. How ironic.

It’s time for a break, you head back to your trailer, sitting down and flicking through your phone. You hear a knock on your door. “Come in” you call out, he enters. 

“Following me around i see” you giggle

“Nice sarcasm. Very funny. Have i done something wrong?” you furrow your brows in confusion. 

“No, why?” maybe your stand offish attitude and poker face expression has clearly been too good.

“You just seem really off with me. Rejecting any invitation i made to hang out last week. Rushing off set when they called for a break. Seems like you don’t want to be around me” you shrug him off.

“There’s no issue, i didn’t mean to give that impression. It might just be my nerves. I’m sorry” you feel awful. You never intended to take your professionalism too far. Clearly you’ve come across as a stuck up bitch. Like you’re too good for him, that’s not the case.

“It’s cool. Look if it helps with the nerves, i was the same when it came to Captain America. I almost turned the role down and missed out on it because of my anxiety. But you just gotta take a deep breath and remind yourself that you’re here because you’re talented and clearly the best woman for the role” 

You feel taken back by him. He’s really down to earth. A quality you didn’t expect to be real in him. You’ve seen interviews and heard lovely things about him before but a lot of celebrities have a way of acting one way in public and another behind closed doors.

That very clearly isn’t the case for him. He’s real. Genuine and very soft in person. 

The fact that he took the time to come and see if you were okay and to squash any tensions. He didn’t have to but he did. It’s nice and endearing to see.

“Thank you, honestly i appreciate it. I’m just a bit off my game. I’ve not done much in terms of movie roles and this is only my 3rd role so i’m trying to get better with nerves” he flashes you a reassuring smile before standing up.

“I’m going to get some snacks, you coming?” you throw your phone in your bag and head out with him, accepting his offer this time.

“So what music are you working on?” he asks, shoving some fruit into his mouth.

“Just music, i don’t want to give too much away and risk boring you with the details” he waves it off “you could never be boring” your cheeks heat up but you continue to eat to ignore it.

“Seriously, you can’t just sing me something?” he begs, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. 

“Guess you’ll have to wait for that Evans”

“What���s your deal anyways?” you ask as you finish up with your food and head back to set. 

“What do you mean?” you shrug “your relationship status duh. I mean i think i’ve shared a lot with you today. It’s your turn” he nods “I’m single unfortunately. 39 and still single, quite pathetic i know” you stop walking, turning to him.

“Dude, snap. You’re not pathetic don’t worry. I feel the same occasionally being 28 and still single when all my friends have kids and are married but it happens. Love works in mysterious ways. It’ll happen when it’s supposed to” 

It’s true. As much as you feel lonely, you know things will fall into place soon. So you try not to stress to much.

You get back to set and continue with filming. It’s gonna be a long day.

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You make your way back to the trailer, preparing to get some sleep but you feel your phone buzz when you pull the covers over you. 

‘I can’t sleep, fancy watching a movie?’ 

This screams trouble. You already spent some time with him off set today. 

Fuck it.

‘Sure, come over?’ 

You don’t get a response but a knock at the door distracts you.

“You brought snacks” you chirp, spying the chocolate in his hands. He walks in, kicking his shoes off and making his way to the bedroom area. 

“Someone’s making themselves at home” he grabs the remote, flicking through your Netflix that you set up on the tv. 

“How about a horror” you suggest, he agrees and clicks on IT. 

You both sit there, chatting whilst barely watching it. 

He tells you about his dog Dodger, showing you pictures and videos of his cute pup. 

“I just want to cuddle him, he’s the cutest” you coo as you urge for him to show you another. You move closer to him, a bit too close as you watch. 

Once the video finishes you look at him, realising that your face is inches away from his. You instantly back away. Almost as if his presence gives you an electric shock. 

“Longest relationship” way to change the subject.

“6 years” you respond, the memories of it all come back. He motions for you to elaborate.

“The relationship wasn’t all bad. It was good for the first year or two. Then it just got boring, we both stayed because we got comfortable. Relaxed. I guess It was easy to be with someone who despite me not loving him, we both knew one another inside out and there was no need to make too much effort. Eventually we both realised that it had to end. There was no hard feelings, we’re still friends. He’s married now with a son” 

You feel a little sad that he managed to find his soul mate, his person. the woman he truly loves. And yet you’re stuck in this rut. 

“How about you?” you change the subject before he can comment on how bothered you look.

“5 years, it wasn’t a bad break up either just didn’t work out i guess. It happens and now here i am. Single too. Just going about my life. Wondering if i’ll ever marry and have kids” he chuckles, you can see the embarrassment in his face. The way he’s looking down to avoid your eyes. 

He feels a sense of sadness too. He wants a family, this isn’t new information. You’ve seen the interviews. He’s always said he wants a big family. But he’s still alone and no closer to achieving that.

The more you talk to him, the more you like him. He’s so genuine and sweet. He’s got a heart of gold, you can see it so easily. Not a bad or mean bone in his body. 

Why on earth is he single?

He’s the dream boyfriend, the guy that pretty much most girls want. He’s sensitive, romantic and sexy. 

This will forever be a mystery after tonight. You feel like you know each other inside and out now.

It’s nice.

As time ticks by, it’s getting later. It’s now midnight and you’re focusing on the movie, you turn to make a joke about one of the scenes but he’s fast asleep next to you. You throw some of the duvet over him before lying down yourself and turning the tv off. 

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The sunlight almost blinds you, forcing you awake. You desperately reach to shut the blinds but a voice stops you dead in your tracks.

“Wakey wakey” It’s Chris.

“We’re needed on set in half an hour. So get up sleepy head” he teases, throwing a pillow at you. You jump up out of bed, chasing him with said pillow. Ready to throw it back to him.

“Oh you are a grumpy one in the mornings. I shoulda known” you can’t even be mad, he’s so positive and smiley. You just toss the pillow to the ground and head to shower.

You step out to find him in the lounge area, coffee cups in his hands. He hands you one. 

You check the time to see you have 15 minutes left to get ready. You waste no time in downing your coffee and rushing to change before heading out with him to hair and makeup. 

The women both get to work on the two of you. Chris starts cracking jokes and playing music to lighten everyones mood. It works.

You only have two scenes today before you’re free to do whatever you want. Chris however has 4 scenes.

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You finish the final one, you messed up a couple times but it’s all good. It was just a mixture of nerves and not remembering lines. You soon perfected it though.

A smell of bacon and fresh fruit fills your nose. Food time. You head into the kitchen to grab some and halfway through, Chris joins. He plonks himself down on the bench opposite you, a huge grin plastering his face.

“What do you want?” your voice laced with suspicion “nothing just wanted to eat my lunch with my new best friend” you giggle, stuffing pineapple in your mouth and starting a conversation with him about politics.

He’s really into his politics and you figured you should get into it too. You should really start paying attention and taking an interest in what’s happening around you.

He gets onto the topic of his new project A Starting Point. Telling you all about it and everything he has planned for it. It’s refreshing to hear. A guy that’s sexy, smart, sensitive and romantic. He really is the full package. 

If Chris is being honest with himself, he has a huge urge to kiss you right now. The way you’re taking an interest in his new project, asking him questions and really making an effort. It’s a turn on for him for sure. A huge one. It’s obvious that he’s attracted to you, everyone can see it. Everyone but you that is.

You’re not showing any signs of reciprocating the same feelings or even that you’ve noticed how he feels. But that’s what makes him like you more. You’re so chill around him. You treat him like a normal person not a celebrity. You want to know normal things rather than about his career as an actor.

“I can’t believe you saw me in the morning, i must have looked rough” you laugh, covering your face with your hands.

“You could never look rough so shush. You looked cute” you feel your cheeks heat up at his compliment. You can’t help but feel shy.

He’s saying all the right things. 

This crush is going to be the death of you.

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Filming has flown by. You’re on your last two days and you feel emotional. The only scenes that are left are the intimate ones. The sex scenes. It’s daunting to film but you have to face it head on.

Your crush on Chris and his crush on you has really developed. You’ve spent weeks flirting non stop but nothing much has come of it. Just that you’ve gotten closer. It’s friendship only as far as you both know. Neither one of you have admitted these secret feelings. Both of you unaware of the other feeling the same.

You walk onto set ready to face this scene head on. He flashes you a reassuring smile as you start the scene at the directors call. 

“Can you ever forgive me” 

“I don’t know” 

“What if i was extra nice from now on” 

He stalks closer to you, his hands snaking around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

He lowers his head down, kissing at your sweet spot, biting too. A soft moan escapes your lips and he stops. He lifts his head, his eyes meet yours and a smile grows on both of your faces. 

The director yells cut and you both have a quick drink before resuming.

No direct kissing happens yet, just some teasing neck kisses and flirtatious comments.

Once the day draws to a close you head back to your trailer, not realising that Chris is hot on your heels.

You shut your trailer door but it opens again. He rushes in like there’s an emergency. 

“You okay?”

“I’m good, i just wanted to talk to you about the scenes that we’re doing tomorrow” 

You gesture for him to take a seat, you sit down beside him, letting him talk.

“They are quite intimate and raunchy should i say, i just want to make sure that you’re comfortable with doing that with me” 

This is cute. He cares to check that you’re comfortable.

You reassure him that you are.

“Chris it’s fine. Thank you though, i appreciate this. But i’ll have no trouble doing those scenes with you” your eyes widen. Way to put your foot in it.

His eyes meet yours, a questioning look on his face but you find a way to change the subject.

You escaped that one by the skin of your teeth. He’s bound to bring it up again.

Hopefully he doesn’t.

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Final day of filming has just begun. The scenes are seconds away from starting. 

Your character and Chris’s character are sitting on a couch. The energy right now has your pussy quite literally throbbing. He smells so good and he looks even better.

“You know the effect you have on me right” he says, barely above a whisper. 

“Why don’t you prove it” 

He picks you up, pulling you onto him to straddle his lap. His hands rest on your waist before gliding to grip your ass. 

Another moment where you don’t think this is going to be acting for you.

This is all you’ve wanted since you met the guy.

“You sure?” you nod your head in response to his question before he crashes his lips to yours. You can see fireworks.

It’s passionate, all consuming and he’s quite literally taking your breath away.

You continue to make out, moving positions so he’s standing up, carrying you. He leads you to the bed in the same room. As he lays you down, he breaks from the kiss, looking at you like he’s looking into your soul. 

The director yells cut and you both pause to get feedback before continuing. The heat between the two of you is evidently clear. It’s not acting. It’s real. It’s like all of the flirting and sexual tension has built up and is finally coming out in this scene. At least the chemistry will be believable to the viewers.

Once you finish the scene. It’s a wrap.

You’re relieved. The last couple months has been pure torture. Acting with him. Fighting urges and temptations. 

Everyone claps as you all hug.

You have one more night in the trailer before heading home tomorrow.

It’s not a boring night though, you’re too distracted over that kiss earlier to care about being in complete darkness.

You fall asleep shortly after, eager to get back to L.A.

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It’s home time and you bend down trying to shut your suitcase. A couple of groans and sex like sounds escape your mouth.

“Knock knock. Oh shit” he chuckles, stepping inside to find you bent over, packing.

You stand upright, turning immediately.

“Sorry did i interrupt something?” he holds his hands up “not at all. Just this suitcase testing my patience” he walks over kneeling down to help. 

“Sit on it for me” he instructs, you listen, sitting down.

He starts pulling at the zip and it budges slightly but not properly. He pulls harder and as he’s leaning back he bumps into you, knocking you backwards and onto the floor. You burst into a fit of laughter. He kneels down next to you to help you.

You’re a ball on the floor, laughing and snorting as you try to get up, you fail and probably look ugly but to him you’re beautiful. He brushes a strand of hair out of your face, bringing you back down to earth. You sit up and eventually zip your suitcase up. 

You turn to walk away but he pulls you back to him.

Chest to chest. Eyes locked on his. His breath fans your face. He smells incredible.

“I um, should probably get going. My ride is here” you gulp. His hand rests on your waist before his grip loosens. 

His time is up.

“If you ever want to hang out though, we don’t live far from each other. It won’t be hard to keep in touch” he starts but you finish it “sure, i’d like that” and with that, you leave him standing there alone.

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You’ve been back in L.A for a week now, still no text from him. It is what it is though, he doesn’t owe it to you.

The day goes quickly. You lounge around the house all day, bored with nothing to do. That’s when your phone buzzes.

‘Fancy hanging out? I’m going out of my mind here’

‘Sure’

He offers to pick you up, to hang out at his place. He can’t leave his dog alone. You give him your address and wait for him to arrive, setting your alarms and running out to meet him. He had a lot of security to get past just to get to your house. Luckily with him being famous too, he has the same precautions in place. 

You get into the his car and head back to his place. The chat on the way is mostly about what you’ve both been up to and turns out you’re both massive introverts and have done sweet fuck all.

It doesn’t take long to reach his place. Just as he pulls into his garage he warns you about Dodger.

“Just so you know, he’ll be hyper. I’ve not had anyone over in a while. Especially a woman” you shake it off and the second you step foot into his house Dodger comes running, jumping up and tackling you until you fall to the floor.

You don’t care though, you love dogs. And Dodger is just the cutest ever.

He licks your face and you pet him, settling him.

“Dodge, come on boo boo” he whistles and the excited pup sits, wagging his tail.

“He’s all good don’t worry. I had dogs growing up. I’m used to it” he leads you to the kitchen, offering you a drink to which you decline. 

You start wondering through his house, not realising that he’s following closely behind. 

“You’ve got such a nice house you know”

“I tried with the decor but had to call Scott in for help”

“It’s nice th-”

“I’m sorry i can’t do this” he let’s out a deep breath.

“Do what?”

You get closer and he crashes his lips to yours.

You kiss him back, your arms wrapping around his neck loosely. His hands fall to your ass again.

His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, nudging you to part them and make way for him. You happily oblige. The kiss soon gets heated. He taps the back of your thighs. You jump and he starts walking, carrying you to what looks like his bedroom. He lays you down onto the bed.

You break away, panting.

“That was so worth the long wait. God i’ve wa-”

You pull him down by the collars of his shirt, connecting your lips back to his. His hands lift your shirt off before removing his own. Your hands fiddle with his belt buckle, rushing to get him naked. He spots your need, standing up to help you out. 

As he does, you rid yourself of your clothes, laying there in nothing but your panties.

He looks down, examining you. In complete awe of the sight.

“Please” you beg, he slides your panties off.

He knows what you want, he doesn’t have to even guess.

This is just what you wanted. From day one. 

All the sexual tension is coming out to play. He slides a condom down his hard length, sliding into you straight away.

Your pussy stretches around him, making room.

He’s the biggest you’ve ever had that’s for certain.

“Feel good?” he asks, you hum, wrapping your legs around him.

“You’re so tight baby” he grunts, picking his pace up slightly. You pull him down and kiss him before breaking away and propping yourself up on your elbows, watching as his cock disappears inside of you.

It feels so amazing. You don’t ever want it to end.

“God, just like that. Fuck” you bite at your bottom lip, your eyes locked on his as he fucks you. He kisses your leg as he holds them up.

Soon enough, as you’re getting used to the mind blowing pleasure, he switches things up.

He flips the two of you over so you’re straddling him. 

You start bouncing up and down, grinding as he bottoms out. He pulls you down so he can take matters into his own hands. 

His pace picks up again, getting quicker than before. 

“Shit” you groan, head falling into the crook of his neck.

“Come on baby, cum for me” he encourages, whispering naughty things to you as he holds your body like it was made just for him. 

“Oh god Chris” your pussy starts to throb, your walls flutter around him. You’re falling over that edge, that sweet release consuming you.

“Just like that baby. I’m right behind you”  and with that. He twitches and groans. His mouth falls open as he reaches his. 

He looks so sexy like this. You’re both naked and vulnerable.

This isn’t like any sex that you’ve had before. This was romantic and intimate. It was sexy and nasty too at some parts. It was perfect.

“You know, i’ve wanted to do that since that night at the Oscars” you chuckle, agreeing with him.

“Me too. I’m glad we didn’t though. Clearly all of that build up helped us act better” you both burst into laughter. You’re not wrong.

You don’t know where this leaves you but for now you just want to live in the moment.

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General Tag List:  @deadlymistress24 @coffeebooksandfandom @princess-evans-addict @chris-butt @holtzkinnon @mychemicalimagines @llamadelreyx @haus-of-bitch-talk @buckstaybucky @thewinchestergirl1208 @chrissquares @patzammit @adriannajackson @dummiesshort @cevans-fics 

Just Chris & His Characters Tag List: @onetwo3000 @persephonequeenofthedead

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

[writethelifeyouwant]

300 Follower Fic Challenge!

I don’t even know where to start … (kinda like all of my fics  👉🏻👉🏻 😉 ) My little hell-hole has grown to be 300 strong! We can now band together to fail at stopping invading Persian armies, woo hoo!

But seriously, thank you all so much for your support of me and my writing, it means the world! I’ve met and interacted with so many amazing people on this hellsite over the past year and made some new friends that I will cherish for life. 

I got my mojo back by joining a celebratory follower writing challenge and as I am in a celebratory mood I want to do the same. These are some of my favourite ways to meet new people and read new things so I would love it if you all would come hang out, write some stuff, read some stuff, and generally have a good time! If you’re interested the rules and prompts will be below the cut.

Rules/Guidelines/Instructions:

As it is a follower challenge, it would be sweet if you followed me, but I won’t require that as I know I and my blog are an acquired taste 😋

Minimum word count is 100, no maximum because I am the biggest fiend in ignoring those limits. I don’t want to stifle your creativity! If your work is over 500 words please use the keep reading function when you post.

Pick one prompt from below by sending me an ask or a message. There will only be one person per prompt AND / OR Send me an ask with a prompt from below plus a character/pairing (and any other details you like) for me to write for you. (I have no idea if people will want to do that. If I get multiple requests I will pop them in a random generator to pick one to write before the due date - but I’ll save the others for a rainy day!)

Start Date: January 7, 2021 | End Date: February 28, 2021 - I’ll post a Masterlist on March 1, 2021

I will read and reblog all entries!

Feel free to write for any character, ship, pairing, or moresome from Supernatural/Supernatural RPF - I’m not picky in the slightest. 

Can be smut - can be not - whatever floats your little boat 

Can be xReader insert but doesn’t have to be

Tag things appropriately and include warnings for things like non-con / dub-con ; underage ; violence ; etc. you know, the typical stuff

I’ll try anything once; include whatever kinks you can think up EXCEPT - I would prefer not to read about solid bodily excrements. If you want to write that go for it, just tag it appropriately, and know I won’t read it personally, but I will still reblog 😊

Feel free to combine this with other challenges, or bingos or whatever you crazy kids are doing these days

Tag me in your posts ( @writethelifeyouwant​ ) and use the tag #Mads300MadOnes 

HAVE SOME FUCKING FUN BITCHES 😘

Prompts:

Why aren’t you scared of me? / Why do you care for me? - bury a friend, Billie Eilish @thinkinghardhardlythinking

And I ache to remember / All the violent, sweet / Perfect words that you said - Come On Get Higher, Matt Nathanson

Brother, let me be your fortress / When the night wheels are driving on / Be the one to light the way / Bring you home - Brother, NEEDTOBREATHE 

All we do is drive / All we do is think about the feelings that we hide - Drive, Halsey  @fandomfic-galore

Been through every emotion / Right now I'm sad, I'm broken / Like the bottles on the floor - Undrunk, FLETCHER @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad

Did I say something way too honest / Made you run and hide / Like a scared little boy - Forever & Always, Taylor Swift 

They don't almost say "I love you" / When they're downtown somewhere, just a little drunk - Friends Don’t, Maddie & Tae  @negans-lucille-tblr

All the pretty girls like Samuel - All the Pretty Girls, KALEO  @calaofnoldor​ 

And all of the voices surrounding us here / They just fade out when you take a breath - Tenerife Sea, Ed Sheeran 

Oh brother, we'll go deeper than the ink / Beneath the skin of our tattoos - Brother, Kodaline 

I want to taste her lips / Yeah, 'cause they taste like you - Girl Crush, Little Big Town 

Run away with me / Let me be your ride out of town / Let me be the place that you hide / We can make our lives on the go - Run Away With Me, Aaron Tveit 

If you find yourself in a lion's den / I'll jump right in / And pull my pin / And go with you - My Blood, Twenty One Pilots  @peridottea91

Well I came home / Like a stone / And I fell heavy into your arms - I Will Wait, Mumford & Sons @anaelsbrunette

So you tore my heart out / And I don't mind bleeding - Lonely Boy, The Black Keys 

Sam, you’re ready / Let’s go, anywhere / Get the car packed and throw me the key / Run away with me - Run Away With Me, Aaron Tveit 

I know that you'll never feel like I do / I will break into pieces right in front of you / I will burn down the city and string up the noose / And you'll watch in wonder - Put It on Me, Matt Maeson 

Your light blinding me / Like a goldmine unfound - Keeper, Reignwolf 

I'm uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional / I'm visceral, reloadable / I'm crazy, I'm crazy, I'm crazy, I'm crazy - Twisted, MISSIO @daydream3r-xo

It's my right to be hellish / I still get jealous / 'Cause you're too fuckin’ beautiful / And everybody wants your sex / That’s why / I still get jealous - Jealous, Nick Jonas  @mummybear

But I find holy redemption / When I put this car in drive - My Church, Maren Morris

Hey Brother, there's an endless road to re-discover / Hey Sister, Know the water's sweet but blood is thicker - Hey Brother, Avicii

Cradle our desire / To keep from drowning - Drowning, Radio Company 

They don't talk about the future and put each other in it / And get chills with every accidental touch - Friends Don’t, Maddie & Tae @sams-sass

It's not living if it's not with you / All I do is sit and drink without you - It’s Not Living (If It’s Not With You), The 1975 

Playlist: 

All these songs' lyrics have been drawn from this playlist here if you’re curious about your songs or just want some banging tunes. A huge thanks to everyone who contributed to this playlist ahead of this challenge! (Yes, this is my Wincest/J2 Playlist, but the prompts can be used however you like!) 

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2otdHADd4ikZzweopAwbeL?si=Aafvxls3SViqHdwTnoD75w 

[cozy-the-overlord]

Okay, so yesterday when I woke up the first thing I saw was this post from @lokistan, which as you can see from my reblog made me immediately think of “gold rush” by Taylor Swift. It made me realize that out of all the folklore/evermore songs I’ve annotated and analyzed, I had yet to do “gold rush.” So I decided to remedy that immediately (I actually started writing this yesterday, but then my computer glitched and I lost all my work and I was too mad to start over again right away). And yes, I am aware that I just spent the last two hours of my life on something that probably no one will read, but I don’t care-- I love doing stuff like this so much. Here’s my interpretation of “gold rush”!

“gold rush” is the third track off of Taylor Swift’s ninth studio album evermore. It immediately stands out from the rest of the album sonically due to its ethereal production and Taylor’s lilting, dreamlike vocals. This is fitting as Taylor described this song as taking place “inside a single daydream where you get lost in thought for a minute and then snap out of it" (x). The daydream in question revolves around a person the narrator comes across and is so enchanted by that she begins to picture a life with them, while still being very aware that such a life can never really exist.

Gleaming, twinkling

Eyes like sinking

Ships on waters

So inviting, I almost jump in

The opening to the song also serves as the opening to the daydream with an immediate departure from reality—the narrator sees this person as a magical thing, thinking of sparkling, shining imagery in regard to them. The “gleaming, twinkling” serves a double purpose: gleaming inspires thoughts of shining metal such as gold, which makes sense as this is the person around whom a gold rush is about to begin, while twinkling evokes images of stars and stardom (twinkle twinkle little star anyone?), which serves to show that this person is both incredibly popular and totally out of reach.

In the second two lines, Taylor plays with enjambment, a poetic device in which the sentence continues even after the line break, which can be utilized to give the sentence a double meaning. “Eyes like sinking” sounds like a version of the common love song trope of being so fascinated with the beauty of your lover’s eyes that you could drown in them (Taylor herself has used this trope many times before, including in reputation’s “Gorgeous”: “ocean blue eyes, looking in mine, I feel like I might sink and drown and die”). This continues to show that this person is incredibly captivating and that the narrator especially is entranced by them.

However, the song continues so that the full sentence reads “eyes like sinking ships on waters,” which completely changes the image. A sinking ship is something that’s irrevocably doomed, something that you need to escape from in order to save your life. By using enjambment in this way, Taylor gives us an image of this person while simultaneously giving insight into the narrator’s internal struggle: this person is captivating, fascinating, enchanting and the narrator is undeniably drawn to them, but she also realizes that trying be with this person would not only never work, but would probably hurt her more in the long run. In other words, she’d go down with their ship. Even so, she still finds this churning water inviting, so much so that she almost jumps in—almost, because she does know better.

But I don’t like a gold rush, gold rush

I don’t like anticipating my face in a red flush

I don’t like that anyone would die to feel your touch

Everybody wants you

Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you

In the chorus, we have the lilting vocals and ethereal strings of the opening replaced with a conversational tone and a firm backbeat. While the opening was the daydream, the chorus is something closer to reality as the narrator giving her reasons for not wanting to get involved with this person.

The main reason is that she doesn’t like a gold rush, which she repeats several times throughout. A gold rush occurs when gold is discovered somewhere, resulting in a horde of people rushing to the site hoping to stake a claim and get rich. However, there’s never enough gold to go around, and with the perilous journey to the gold mines and the amount that the miners have to give up to get there (in the California Gold Rush of 1849, people on the east coast of the United States were leaving behind their entire lives to either travel across the country by wagon or to sail around the tip of South America in order to get to California for a chance at some gold), people actually tend to end up losing far more than they gain.

To the narrator, this person is the recently discovered gold. They’re gleaming and rare, and now everyone is in a mad scramble to get a piece of them. She realizes that she is not the only one who is desperate to be with this person, and that chances are she’d be one of the miners who loses everything should she try to go after them. She wouldn’t be in control—she’d only be “anticipating my face in a red flush,” anticipating embarrassment, getting flustered over a person she could never have.

Walk past, quick brush

I don’t like slow motion double vision in a rose blush

I don’t like that falling feels like flying ‘til the bone crush

Everybody wants you

But I don’t like a gold rush

The second part of the chorus imagines the overwhelming nature of any relationship she would have with this person. She emphasizes how just a quick brush with this person is enough to mess with her abilities to comprehend reality: being with this person would cause “slow motion double vision” and make her think that “falling feels like flying” until she hits the ground and the bones crush (a visceral image). She ends the chorus with an adamant “I don’t like a gold rush.” However, her daydream is far from over.

What must it be like to grow up that beautiful?

With your hair falling into place like dominoes

I see me padding cross your wooden floors

With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door

The lilting vocals are back as the narrator once again allows herself to ignore the elephant in the room and just focus on how entrancing this individual is. She goes as far to imagine a life with this person, where there’s a sense of intimacy and familiarity (also, apparently there’s some debate about whether the “Eagles t-shirt” references the band The Eagles or the Philadelphia football team? It doesn’t really matter, as the point of the line is to show that she’s imagining a place with this person where she feels at home and safe with them, but for the record I assumed it was the football team because Taylor’s from Pennsylvania).

At dinner parties

I’ll call you out on your contrarian shit

And the coastal town

We wandered round had never seen

A love as pure as it

And then it fades into the gray of my day-old tea

Cause it could never be

She continues to imagine a life with this person, focusing (as Taylor does best) on the simple moments. “Contrarian” describes a person who goes against popular opinion often just for the sake of going against popular opinion, and the narrator imagines a level of closeness with this person where she could call them out on it. She also conjures up grander memories—visiting a coastal town where their love is the purest thing within it. However, she seems to wake up from this daydream before returning to the reality-steeped chorus when she allows it to “fade into the gray of my day-old tea”—a image that certainly contrasts with the gleaming, twinkling gold of the person she’s dreaming about. I especially love that she specifies that the tea is not just gray, but day-old—it shows how her life is mundane and emotionless. The tea’s gone cold and she hasn’t drank it yet, because she’s wistfully dreaming about something else.

Because the chorus is exactly the same as the first, we’re going to skip to the next verse.

What must it be like to grow up that beautiful?

With your hair falling into place like dominoes

My mind turns your life into folklore

I can’t dare to dream about you anymore

Again, she’s allowing herself to fall into this daydream, but there’s a heightened sort of awareness this time. Instead of imagining an intimate, peaceful relationship, the narrator admits that it’s all in her head—she’s turning his life into folklore. Folklore, besides being the name of evermore’s sister album, also refers to “the traditional beliefs, legends, and customs, current among the common people” (“folklore, n. 1.” OED online), stories that are often passed down orally through generations and change slightly with each retelling. She’s realizing that her dreams about this person are nothing more than stories that she’s changing in order to live vicariously through them. Here, she admits that it’s useless to continue doing so: “I can’t dare to dream about you anymore.”

At dinner parties

I won’t call you out on your contrarian shit

And the coastal town

We never found, will never see

A love as pure as it

And it fades into the gray of my day-old tea

Cause it will never be

Here we have the same daydream as before, only modified to fit reality. She’s not going to call this person out on anything, because they don’t have that level of familiarity. They’ll never find this magical coastal town, and both they and it will never see this pure love because it doesn’t exist. This time, when the daydream fades into the gray of her day-old tea, it’s not with the wistful “it could never be,” but with a firm “it will never be.”

Gleaming, twinkling

Eyes like sinking

Ships on waters

So inviting, I almost jump in

We end where we begin, with the reminder that she could jump into this beautiful disaster, that she almost does, but she stops herself because she realizes it will never work out the way she wants to—she’ll only end up hurting herself. She spares herself from the gold rush.

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Soul to Souls - Seven

Warnings: Fluffy roadtrip, Dean singing *gasp*, bit o’cliffhanger

Summary: Since she was four years old, Annaleigh has seen the same boy in her dreams. For twenty-five years, she grows to love the boy that has now turned into a man. Dean Winchester just lost the only family he has ever known. The guilt drives him to work harder than ever before. He works to forget the pain, until he meets Annaleigh and she turns his world upside down. What she learns changes both of their lives forever, but what will he do when he discovers the truth? Will he accept it or run back to the only life he has ever known?

Pairing: Dean x  OC Annaleigh

Word Count: 1022 (I know this one is short, but it is worth it, I promise)

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches​​​, @katehuntington​​, thank you both for being my guides! Dividers and new cover art by the amazingly talented @talesmaniac89​​​.

A/N: This was my very first series I ever wrote four years ago in September 2016 and I am so happy and proud to bring this back home. 

Series fun fact: This chapter was my point Z. This is the only thing I saw when I originally had this idea and it was so fun getting to this point. I knew this was how it ended, but there is so much more to go. I hope you have enjoyed the ride so far and hope you’ll stick around for the rest of Dean and Annaleigh’s story. 

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Over the years, Dean thought he had known love, with Cassie and with Lisa. But, after only a few short months with Annaleigh, he’d realized that those relationships had done little to prepare him for the overwhelming emotion he felt for her. He wanted to be everything for her, and that meant letting her in further than he had ever let anyone in before. And, if he was being honest with himself, while it terrified him, he liked it. Dean wasn’t still entirely onboard with the soulmates angle, but he knew he would move mountains for her.

After everything Annaleigh had told Dean, after everything she’d shared about their future, he thought he would be terrified that someone knew so much about him. She knew things about him he had never even told his brother. Dean Winchester wasn’t exactly about full disclosure; he didn’t open up to people all that easily, and when he did, he usually held back. But, he didn’t feel like he had to hide anything from Anna. He was more comfortable with her than he had been in his own skin for most of his life. 

For Annaleigh, it was easier. She had had her whole life to adjust and get to know Dean through her visions; she had seen it, felt it. But, for him it was different. Dean jumped in head first, not afraid of the fall, for the first time ever. He was no longer afraid that he couldn’t have something that he craved, even if he still didn’t feel he deserved her.

Domestic life for Annaleigh and Dean, though routine, was anything but boring since he had met her three months prior. It was the apple pie life Dean always hoped it would be. They lived quietly, peacefully, in the small mountain town. But, more importantly, they were together. Dean didn’t know if he had ever felt this satisfied in his entire life. He still hunted, only now he called on her for lore instead of Bobby most times. When her schedule allowed, she took time off to travel with Dean on a hunt, to provide research and moral support. With the Impala packed up for another trip, they hit the road to Sioux Falls to spend a week with Bobby; no case, no monsters; just some much needed family time. 

As Dean drove to Sioux Falls, Annaleigh couldn’t help the restlessness that settled over her. To occupy her hands, and her mind, she kept flipping stations on the radio. Baby was soon filled with the smooth vocal stylings of Tim McGraw. The song brought Dean back to the night when she revealed her secrets to him, and he broke down the walls he had built around him for too many years. Tim was singing about that girl again, and Dean looked over at the amazing woman next to him. 

Roll, won't you come roll with me slow, fast, full speed

Girl wherever sweet time takes us

Hang, with me down this old road

Only god knows where we'll go

Don't matter long as I've got your love

I don't ever want to wake up

Lookin' into someone else's eyes

Another Voice calling me baby

On the other end of the phone

A new girl puttin' on her makeup

Before dinner on Friday night

No I don't ever wanna know, oh oh

No other shotgun rider, beside me, singin' to the radio woo hoo oh oh

Slide, slide over nice and close

Lay your head down on my shoulder

You can fall asleep I'll let you

Dream, life ain’t nothing but a dream, don't wanna be

Cruisin' through this dream without you

Annaleigh sang along and she really was good, harmonizing perfectly with Tim. Dean reached for her hand, and she laced her fingers with his. She was singing to him and he looked over at her when he could take his eyes from the road. She was truly brilliant and beautiful. Strong, capable, brave, loving, and willing to put up with him. She was something he never thought he could have, and he couldn’t have asked for more. He kept trying to figure out how he got so damn lucky. 

Even though he would always miss his brother, she had eased the pain. It seemed like just yesterday and forever ago all at the same time that Sam was sitting where she was now, in the shotgun seat of Baby, making fun of Dean’s cassette collection. “House rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole,” Dean would tell his brother every time. And, truth be told, he didn’t mind her choice in music, most of the time. Dean joined Annaleigh at the chorus and she smiled, knowing she was the only one that had heard him sing like this. 

I don't ever want to wake up

Lookin' into someone else's eyes

Another Voice calling me baby

On the other end of the phone

A new girl puttin' on her makeup

Before dinner on Friday night

No I don't ever wanna know, oh oh

No other shotgun rider, beside me, 

Singin' to the radio, woo hoo oh oh

No other shotgun rider, oh oh

Singin' to the radio, oh oh

You're my shotgun rider

As they hit the city limits, the song ended and she resumed flipping, finding some classic rock to finish off the drive. They pulled into Bobby’s yard and stepped out of the car, Dean grabbing their bags from Baby’s trunk. He slid one arm around Anna’s waist and pulled her in for a quick, playful kiss as they walked to the door. She laughed softly against his lips, and they almost tripped because Dean was only paying attention to her mouth. Outside of their little bubble, someone cleared their throat, as if to remind them they were no longer alone. They turned their attention back to the house, but Dean stopped dead in his tracks.

The witness leaned against the post, casual as can be, a beer in his hand and a smirk on his face. “Hey, Dean.”

Dean breathed out a single word, barely a whisper, “Sammy.”

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WangxianFicRecs Presents: Hair Brushing & Caretaking

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Hair Brushing & Caretaking

ialwaysfuckingchooseyou asked:

Hi, love your recs! Do you have any fics that focus on wangxian brushing each others hair? Domestic fluff.

Here’s a list that features (to different degrees) hair brushing and caretaking.  (Seriously, I just did a search for “hair”.)  I’ll do another post later just for domestic, curtain fics... since most of the hair brushing stuff I found was more hurt/comfort.

As always, if y’all think of any that should be on the list, comment or reblog with your suggestions.  Everyone else will appreciate it!

Continuation

by thefaceofno

T, 14k, wangxian, my bookmark/post

Summary:  “How long has it been?” Xichen asks.

Wangji looks up from the tea he had been pouring. “Since?”

“Since you started as Excellency.”

Since Wei Wuxian walked away from him, he means.

“Two summers.” Wangji says. He doesn’t like to count the time. He is not much of an artist, and he had not asked anyone to draw Wei Wuxian before he left. He thinks he has forgotten the shape of his cheek when he smiles. He does not remember forgetting Wei Wuxian last time. He does not like to count the time.

(A continuation of the live action drama.)

Jiang Cheng’s Mysterious Fever

by Hades_the_Blingking

T, 14k, xicheng, background wangxian,  my bookmark/post

Summary:  Set around Episode 03 of the Untamed drama. The Jiangs release their sons on the unsuspecting Lan Clan and Jiang Cheng has to try to figure out what an emotion is. Lan Xichen is having the time of his life wooing an oblivious yet very reactive Jiang Cheng. The Jiang entourage take bets on how smitten Jiang Cheng really is with the blindingly beautiful Lan Sect leader. Just a fun lil thing I did for my friend’s birthday! :D

Wherever the Chaos

by shadowsapiens

T, 3k, wangxian, my bookmark/post

Summary: Perhaps it’s a fool’s goal to keep Wei Wuxian from hurting himself. Perhaps it’s enough to stand by his side, to put him back together when he breaks.

Little Moments

by Hades_the_Blingking

T, 3k, wangxian, my bookmark/post

Summary:  When he is visiting Yiling, Lan Zhan notices that Wei WuXian has not been taking care of himself as much as he should be. So after A-Yuan inadvertently discovers a hot spring, Lan Zhan decides that it is perfect place to tend to him. Even with chaos and uncertainty surrounding them, they can find a little peace.

(A scene inserted into Episode 29, after Lan Zhan is served tea (oop, water), but before Wei WuXian leads him down the mountain.)

Stained With Blood and Tears

by FaramirsBlessing

G, 63k, wangxian, my bookmark/post

Summary:  A night hunt gone wrong leaves Lan Zhan greviously injured and Wei Wuxian reeling.

Strange Darling

by etymologyplayground

T, 7k, wangxian, my bookmark/post

Summary:  “I’ve been trying not to think about Xiao-xiong and Song-xiong,” Wei WuXian confesses. “I didn’t know them that well either, but I really liked meeting them. I guess I had known what their deal was before, but to actually meet them was like, Here, idiot, here’s two cultivators doing exactly what you want to do! It’s possible after all!” Lan WangJi stops breathing. Wei WuXian continues, “I thought then that maybe after everything was over I could…” He stops and clears his throat. Then he admits, “Well, I sort of fantasized about whisking you away from Gusu and convincing you to join their sect with me.”

“Oh,” Lan WangJi breathes.

– you know that part in CQL where they’ve just met xxc and sl for the first time and lwj watches them leave with the most unbelievably intense yearning in his eyes? you know how that’s gonna make yi city EVEN WORSE? yeah

Beside him when he wakes

by kaminikaku T, 8K, my bookmark/post

Summary: Lan WangJi was not beside him when Wei WuXian fell into the Burial Grounds the first time, nor the second time when Jiang Cheng led the charge against him, and the stygian tiger seal brought him down. This time, on the dark steps of Koi Tower when Jin Ling strikes Wei WuXian, Lan WangJi is there to catch him as he falls.

This time he will not wake alone.

flourish, full-flowered

by lazulisong

T, 13k, my bookmark/post

Summary:  The landlady says, “How many rooms would you like, sir?” at Lan Wangji, in a way that strongly implies that Wei Wuxian had better not be chasing after a handsome alpha cultivator trying to return him to the bosom of his family before Wei Wuxian managed to irretrievably compromise himself.

Wei Wuxian opens his mouth to say “Two, please, auntie,” in an effort to save Lan Wangji’s reputation, but before the words leave his mouth, Lan Wangji says,

“One.“

Both Wei Wuxian and the landlady stare at him. It’s clear that the landlady is trying to figure out if this upright-looking cultivator is the one actually taking advantage of a scrawny omega with donkey shit on his boots, but Wei Wuxian isn’t much less confused.

This has a lot of caretaking in it… I’m FAIRLY certain it’s got hair-brushing.  It’s got a sponge-bath, for sure:

Fire in the Blood

by Jo Lasalle (Jo_Lasalle)

M, 21k, wangxian,  my bookmark/post

Summary:  Wei Ying is traveling, and he gets busy. Lan Wangji knows that sometimes, Wei Ying forgets things.

This next one is an mpreg, so there’s a lot of spoiling and caretaking, although I can’t recall if hair brushing specifically is in it:

Accidents Will Happen

by mrsronweasley

E, 46k, wangxian, my bookmark/post

Summary:  Wei Wuxian downs the cup of tea. “All right. Now, I’m fine.” He isn’t, though. The tea is a mild kind, the sort that Lan Zhan prefers before bed, but even so it makes his taste buds revolt. It’s only through sheer force of will that he doesn’t vomit a second time.

Fucking hell, who cursed him, and how soon can he kill them?

or

Wei Wuxian finds himself in a whole new situation.

wide enough and wild

by impossibletruths

E, 64k, wangxian [my bookmark here]

Summary:  Wei Ying leaves. He follows. 

~*~* ~Follower Recs that I’ve not read yet~*~*~

the thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break

by RoseThorne

E, 38k, wangxian, WIP

Summary:  Following the return of Wen Ning's spiritual cognition, Wei Wuxian doesn't pull away quickly enough to avoid Lan Wangji discovering his secret. Largely CQL-verse with some frankencanon.

(You may wish to REBLOG as a signal boost for the authors if you like -- or think others might like -- these stories.)

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Hi! I know I have other unfinished fic, but I’ve actually been writing a bit, and you can blame @the-well-rested-one! I have five chapters queued up and outline for several more, that’s a good sign! Please comment if you read, or reblog! Thank you to @nikibi6 and @emulateharry for the looksie!

The One Where Harry Styles Sneezed On Me

Day One

There's only three people out on the pavement ahead of her, and a part of Elise is tempted to tip toe because she watches too many movies.

The streets of London are quieter than Elise has seen them since she moved here. She'd basically never left her university classes and not been shoulder to shoulder with wall to wall people. Her classes were over at rush hour and there were a lot of people in London at any time of day. Had you asked her before the move, she would have said she liked big crowds. But now, the tube sometimes gave her anxiety, a brand new thing, because it was so packed.

Today, well London was like a ghost town, like the film where she'd fallen in love with the city and decided she would study abroad there. It was an odd one, but that sounded like her.

28 Days Later was a weird inspiration, but maybe because London was empty in the movie, she was able to see things about it better. It was also why she felt like she should be extra quiet on the nearly deserted streets, this was the closest approximation to her favorite movie scenes she'd probably ever see in one of the biggest cities in the world. Elise had never been to a big city, not really, the largest was maybe Phoenix. But it didn't really feel that much bigger than Tucson, where she grew up, or maybe it had just grown before her eyes so she hadn't noticed.

London was a proper big city as her roommate told her, and Elise hadn't made it for a semester abroad. She'd wound up here for her post graduate work, she couldn't afford it during undergrad. The living expenses, turns out, were too expensive, but she'd found a way later, because there was a will, a dream.

Her will for today had been to find her way after class to the next public green space on her list. She'd done Kensington Gardens, Hyde Park, and Regent's Park. She went after class when she could, if there was sunlight to catch. Today was so pretty, she had decided to go even if it meant catching the tube by herself at night. And then she had stepped out into a London eerily like the one from the movie that had first infatuated her. There were people on the street though, and they didn't look like the walking dead, just the walking afraid. Those who had braved the streets wore masks. One lady had gardening gloves on. Elise wasn't sure if she was underreacting or everybody else was over the top. She hadn't really thought about it, mostly because she was under 80, and well, honestly, maybe she did feel a little bit of the invincibility youth brings.

Apparently lots of Londoners didn't feel the same way. Including those who ran her Uni. She arrived with her notebooks and excited for her day plans, resolute, to find a sign on an easel in the entryway.

"Classes Cancelled today. Online classes will resume tomorrow. All formats will be conducted via Portal for three weeks, or until further notice."

Well, shit. Had they thought to send an email? It may have saved her the trip.

Elise looked at the 100,000 emails in her gmail and discovered they had indeed emailed her. This was why she avoided online courses, she was much better, learned better, in person. Also, she was abysmal at keeping up with things via email. The next few weeks would be a trial.

She'd have to figure it out, and she knew herself; A schedule was necessary, she'd write one down, on paper, to order her life while she had to finish these courses online. But that seemed to be her only coursework for this day.

That was a bright side. She took it as a silver lining, she could head to the old London Heath right away. She considered walking, plotted out her path and realized that it was a long, long way, so long it would steal all of her energy to explore.

The tube was really ghostly, like the ghost town they visited once, Calico or something?

Regardless, she was surprised she wasn't more excited. It was just like 28 Days Later. Well not really, no bloodthirsty, spattered lurchers, but it felt eerie. Like it had the first time she watched it, before she got totally immune to the plot and could only see the sights. She was thankful when a few people got on her carriage, though they sat as far from each other as the spacing allowed. She quickly looked up more information on her phone and estimated how far away the people should be, they were all separated by much more than that.

By the time she got to her destination, she'd normally be just getting out of her first class, and Elise's stomach reminded her that this was meal time. She really was married to a schedule, or at least her biology was. She thought a picnic would be lovely, so she looked up a market and found a Whole Foods nearby. She would splash out for her lunch it looked like, could be worse, could be Waitrose, and must be cheaper than a cafe, surely.

London was pricey. Which she'd known intellectually and was now experiencing literally everyday. As such, Elsie was kinda thinking she needed a job. Was she allowed to work? Maybe on campus. She'd have to ask the question to somebody who knew; she was running through her reserves.

Elise kinda sighed at herself as she walked into Whole Foods. Maybe this was not the best idea. But it was bright and cheery inside and smelled like green juice and roasted vegetables. Her stomach growled and she decided the worst that could happen was she would wind up eating cup o' noodles and have to pack a lunch a lot towards the end of semester before her next stipend.

Elsie shrugged and sang along a little to the song playing overhead. She felt like she rarely heard One Direction here, she heard it played out more in public in the US, and wondered if that was due to public exhaustion. She understood that it had been next level crazy here. Maybe it was just time? They'd been her favorite when she was in early high school. She had decided she was gonna marry Liam in eighth grade. That opinion changed as they all aged. She got too cool for them, and well, some of them grew up nicely. "Just how fast the night changes." She tried to harmonize along. The song also meant she wasn't hurrying she was, however, wandering.

Fruit, she should grab some fruits, that was always a good place to start.

How she wound up by the hot bar she didn't know, but she grabbed a bit of roast chicken and realized the layout was backwards to the one she was used to in Tucson. The metal spoon clanked as she got some potatoes that looked deliciously crunchy and had little burned ridges like she loved. She should have some vegetables. Carrots didn't count, real green things were needed. Asparagus counted. She was looking at the cut fruit, but then thought about her budget concerns and headed over to the produce section.

It was a little emptier than what she assumed was normal, a few ladies and a tall, lanky man in a hoodie and hat were the only people about. He was broad from the back, but had a furtive set to his shoulder that made him smaller. He was also standing exactly where she wanted to be. In front of the bananas, her favorite of the economical fruits. The best bunches clustered where he didn't seem to be doing anything but loitering.

Elise's belly growled, the aroma of her roasted chicken wafted up. She'd give it another minute and if he hadn't moved, she'd try to politely shoulder her way around him, 6 feet or not.

She gave it two minutes. By the end her converse was audible tapping. He still hadn't moved at all. So help her, if he was on his phone! It was time for action. She came up to about his shoulder, and he did not seem to notice there was 5 feet of impatience at his elbow, at least he certainly didn't move. When Elise realized he was on his phone, her patience snapped. That had to break some kind of grocery store etiquette. Was there grocery store etiquette? Certainly, it would extend to standing so people couldn't access foods when you were fucking around on your phone.

She reached past him, "sorry, excuse my reach." she hoped he could hear just how not sorry she was. Elise was good at passive-aggression.

She heard his breathing change and was ready to tell him he had just been blocking the bananas for three minutes, and she knew she wasnt being socially distant, but he was being rude, when he turned towards her. He was being rude, especially by English standards and she would tell him so, even if she wasn't sure if he was exactly impolite, accusing an Englishman of that was very effective.

She realized two things when he looked at her.

One- he was not some stranger- he was HARRY. FUCKING.STYLES!

And two- as his spit splattered all over her face, he wasn't about to call her rude, his gasp had been the beginning of a sneeze.

😷😷😷😷😷

The last hour had been an absolute blur. She had just sat down to eat. And though her 16 year old self would consider this an upgrade, her 23 year old self was really sad the heath was not the site of her lunch, even if it had been switched out for her teenage dream.

Because Harry Styles had started his litany of apologies with a "fuck!" Then a spilling ramble. "I'm so sorry, dammit, I knew I should have just sent somebody. Dammit, Jesus fuck, now you will have to be quarantined too." His hands were fumbling with the wet wipes and she could smell the disinfectant on them. She stopped him short before he was wiping that shit on her face and was redirecting his hand while he was still talking about how they could just both be holed up in his house. It distracted from the fact he was rubbing spittle off her shirt very close to her nipple.

"I mean, it's not huge. Damn, I kinda wish the new house was done. Then we wouldn't even have to see each other. Not that, I um, wouldn't want to see you, or like whatever, but um. We don't know each other and we'll be, like, living together for several weeks. I guess you could quarantine at your place. But I just feel better, cause it's my fault. Seems rude to possibly infect somebody due to negligence, and not like, help them through it. I just had to have my celery juice." That part was said under his breath, and he wasn't holding any juice.

She remembered the closed juice bar. The sign had read: Our fresh bars-juice, smoothie, and coffee are close due to Covid- 19 contagion worries. We apologize for any inconvenience.

Then it clicked, while she wiped his sputum from her face. That is what he was talking about. What the?

"Are you just wandering around whole foods infecting people? You have the virus?"

She realized she'd been talking really loud and attracting attention. Harry certainly realized.

He looked agitated and around to see if they had an audience, and she realized his face was a bit of a liability. That would be some headline for sure. "Harry Styles spreading coronavirus!" or some shit like that. He used to get press for existing, the memory made her soft for him.

"Let's get you checked out. And we can go back to my place and talk?" He made eye contact and she got confused for a second longer.

"What?" Elise found herself saying. She would normally never ever go home with some dude in a store. But, this dude was Harry Styles, and that made her feel simultaneously safer and also like this was a chance she had to take. She also wanted to yell at him a little.

He sighed, like she was a hard to open packet of chips. "Can you check out and meet me outside?" He looked around again and bit his lip because the women nearby were watching them. He handed her his basket and helped her transfer her things to it, "Can you grab my things too?" He didn't sound like she remembered him. But she supposed she'd not done more than listen to his albums once through after she'd grown out of her One Direction phase.

He sounded better. He was still growing up well.

"Huh?" She was not following him. He gave her that exasperated face and thinned his lips before he quickly got a hundred pound note out. "Check out and I'll meet you in my car. I'm near the front, all right?"

She barely remembered checking out. The girl had to prompt her twice, and she'd shoved the sanitizer at her when they'd both had to touch the change. She even considered keeping. Can you grab my things too, the audacity! But she handed it to him promptly and he put it away and sanitized his hands and gave her a squirt too. Chivalry in the time of Corona.

The drive had been quiet. Though she was sure there were things to do, to say, certainly. So the radio played and Harry sang along. It was a surreal moment, right out of her teenage dreams. Listening to Harry Styles sing in his expensive car. The missing piece that made it reality instead of fantasy was that she was not singing along, instead she was confused and hungry.

"Here, I'll warm up your lunch." Was the first thing he said to her as he ushered her into the square house she recognized from something on the internet years ago. It was a little cold inside and Elise fitted her sweater around her shoulders and sat at the wood grain kitchen table. Her food came to her steaming. Then a warm mug she immediately wrapped her hands around.

"You cold?" He asked while moving to a fancy looking blue screened rectangle on the wall. "I'm always cold, so I just wait until someone seems too cold to change anything."

She nodded.

"Right, so you know me?" He asked like it was taking out the garbage.

"Um," Elise took a drink. "Yeah, I was a huge One Direction fan in high school."

He smiled at that. "Ok, is that why you've gone silent? Freaking out?"

"Yeah, and also, I'm not really following. Honestly."

"Why don't you tell me a little about about what you think is going on. Then I'll fill in my side."

She took a breath. "Can I eat my lunch first?" She needed a minute, and she was beyond hungry, and annoyed. Definitely annoyed. And maybe just a touch of freaking out. Harry was her favorite for a lot longer than Liam, if she was honest.

"Oh! Yes, of course." He shook his head, "how rude of me."

That was why he felt rude? Not the bananas or irresponsible shopping trip. Elise widened her eyes at her carton before she dug in and didn't look up until the blender went.

A green smoothie, vibrant and lush, was placed at her elbow. It matched his eyes. "Here, to your health."

"Thank you." She took a sip and smiled. Her blood sugar was rising and she was already feeling considerably better, though her odd situation and figuring it out came to the forefront. "So, um, to my health hmmm?" She cheered the air.

Harry exhaled and nodded.

"To yours as well?"

"I suppose you could say that." He pulled his lip between his forefingers and she remembered that from interviews.

"You're not supposed to touch your face." She ah, ah, ahhed with a grin.

He laughed and it broke some of their tension. "I'm not. Neither are you."

Elise realized she had her chin in her hand. She slapped it lightly on the table and sat up. "Fair enough, so what am I doing here, Mr. Styles?"

He groaned lowly and she wondered what that was about. She didn't let it sidetrack her though, she'd wait out his response.

He took a big gulp of health and Elise watched the chunky residue slide down the glass.

"You've heard of Coronavirus, yes?"

She couldn't help but roll her eyes.

He chuckled, she hoped at himself, what the fuck kind of question was that?

"Right, pretty unavoidable, yeah?" He didn't need her to agree, he kept talking. "I travel a lot."

"Duh!" she interrupted.

At that he really did laugh. "So, I travel a lot, duh, and I flew on a flight where somebody tested positive. There aren't many tests yet, they're rationing them."

"Even for you?" She was surprised.

"Even for me," he sighed. "I'm just a person. Anyway, the person in question asked for a pic for his daughter—."

"Likely story."

"Perhaps, and so, we were in close proximity and we shook hands," she nodded along with the line of his narrative. "They won't test me unless I show symptoms. But quarantine was recommended."

He finished, he'd left out a part though.

"Is Whole Foods part of the quarantine radius?"

He blushed a little, and all of the reasons she'd had some of her earliest fantasies about him surfaced. "No, not as such. But I was low on bananas."

"Nobody you could pay a euro for your bunch of bananas?" She hoped for a laugh.

He squinted. "Course, but I don't like to be a bother."

She couldn't help but laugh at that. "So, in your effort to not inconvenience anyone for a couple hours, you've exposed me by sneezing in my face, rude, and kidnapping me to your house? So, now I have to quarantine too?"

"You aren't a kid. How could I nap you?" This was not a joke, but the humor of it was not escaping either of them.

"Not what that means, though I've no idea why." She shrugged.

"Young lady napped?" He tried.

"Oh god, you are sooo English. Young lady napped." She tried on his drawl.

"That was terrible!" He shook his head like he was offended.

"I thought it was pretty good?" She popped her shoulder and her own little dimple in her left cheek appeared, though it didn't pull the weight his did. He narrowed his eyes before raising up his eyebrows.

"It was alright, I suppose. We have time to perfect it."

"Why's that?" She found herself asking.

"Well, we're pretty much stuck together. How d'ya feel about two weeks at Le Hotel Styles?"

He couldn't be serious, could he?

[oh-star-how-the-mighty-fall]

Get to know me

I was tagged by @chrisdiels-babygirl - thank you!

Imma tag: @txgxxn @tbhdamiix​ @ohitsnicolexo

Nickname/name: My name is Sarah. My parents sometimes call me Sa, but not many other people do. 

Gender: Female

Star sign: Gemini

Height: 5'3″

Time: 10:15pm

Birthday: June 3rd

Favorite bands: Paramore (my #1), CNCO, Fall Out Boy, Copeland

Favorite solo artists: None that I follow closely, but I like Lights and Charlene Kaye (I think she just goes by Kaye now)

Song stuck in my head: Mi Medicina by CNCO

Last movie: Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince

Last show: I just watched episode 1 of the second season of The Order

When did you create this blog: oh man, I want to say in...2012? 2013? It’s been a while

What do I post: Currently it’s mostly CNCO content, but my blog is not fandom specific, so a lot of stuff. Anything I find interesting. Before discovering CNCO in the summer, I was mostly posting Thomas Sanders’ stuff. He’s been pretty quiet lately in terms of content, but I’m sure when he posts his Sanders Sides videos again, I’ll be reblogging some of that (it’s so good!)

Last thing I googled: “police get out of jail free card + politicians” because my friend and I were talking on the phone and she told me about this card that police give their friends (ones who usually are in high positions like politicians) to use when they get pulled over for minor infractions like speeding, to get off with maybe just a warning instead of a ticket. I had no idea it existed and it blew my mind.  

Do I get asks: sometimes

Why I chose my url: It’s a combination of the song titles “Oh Star” by Paramore and “The Mighty Fall” by Fall Out Boy. They’re two of my favorite bands

Following: 318

Followers: 870

Average hours of sleep: 8

Lucky number: I don’t have one

Instruments: I can play a liiiiitle bit of guitar, as in, I know some chords and parts of some songs but I haven’t played in a long time. Other than that, I love to sing

What I am wearing: plaid pajama pants and a t-shirt that says “hapa”

Dream job: I wish I knew

Dream trip: UK, Puerto Rico, Italy, Spain again, so many places

Last book I read: uhhh... I don’t read books very often haha. I have been trying to read the book Nine Perfect Strangers by Liane Moriarty since March. And I’m only on page 62. So...

Favorite food: Chinese food or pasta

Nationality: American, of Chinese and Irish/English descent

Favorite song: Impossible to choose. But I’ve been into No Me Sueltes by CNCO a lot lately, or their songs Mamita and Ya Tú Sabes. Other than that, basically any Paramore song ever

Top three fictional universes: Harry Potter, The Maze Runner, The Hunger Games

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Hello! 💫✨💛 This is the love bot! I am here to ask you to describe your mutuals as your favorite things/feelings! Spread some love during these tough times 💛✨💫 Then send this to 10 people and keep the love going 💛

ty for sending this in ! i’m a bit nostalgic apparently and it will show through my answers, but it’s the best way i could describe my mutuals in this way,, it will NOT make sense in some cases (also i definitely forgot a lot of you i am SO sorry)

@outroshooky 

oh my goodness !!! you remind me of staying up late in the summer to go on car rides on the back roads with my friends and getting into deep conversations about the world and ourselves

@tender-suga 

you remind me of going ghost hunting with my mom and friends when i was little, chasing the paranormal and trying to make sense of my world all while having fun

@epiphanyjin 

you remind me of the feeling i would get when i would go to lunch in high school and eat in the arm room or courtyard with my friends and have time to laugh and get a break from classes

@suggable 

you remind me of when i ran my old aesthetic blog that was just pinks and blues and i would reblog clean and cute aesthetics and it was just very satisfying

@galaxiejoon 

you remind me of when i used to listen to this band muse for hours on end in my room and memorize their song lyrics and just vibe

@forestg0ddess 

ok i can’t use friend anecdotes with you lmao bc you’re a part of them but you remind me of the feeling i would get when i would go play in the snow as a child and pretend i was an arctic explorer

@jenphobic 

you remind me of getting to drink lemonade while lounging in my neighbors pool as bees buzz past and i get vitamin d from being outside

@jhlovebot 

you remind me of looking at the stars at night out of my window and thinking long and hard about how small and yet significant i am in the universe

@junghoesucc 

you remind me of when i first discovered good memes on tumblr and spent hours scrolling through here liking any post i could find and laughing until i cried

@leethotmin

you remind me of the day i got my old cat oddly enough, the surprise and happiness and love that i felt getting her from the shelter and bringing her home

@ghoulnights 

this is definitely because we’re talking about it but you remind me of when i watched twilight for the first time and would then get excited for rain because it was a “twilight day”

@starlightstae

you remind me of a fall evening when it’s still warm enough to be outside and i sit outside with friends at a bonfire eating smores and telling scary stories and gossiping and then getting really deep really fast

@crytaeby

you remind me of getting berries and peaches from a nearby farm that i like to go to and then taking them home to bite into fresh fruit

@honeyrap 

you remind me of my senior year when i went in to talk to my favorite school counselor about college and getting so so excited to go and finally feeling like it was something i was happy to tackle

@baekseok 

you remind me of getting to go to a muse concert my freshman year of high school and being fucking stoked and the sheer bliss of experiencing live music from my favorite band

@namcelestial

you remind me of a particular summer when i would stay up late watching a shit ton of anime for the first time and playing tennis and finally getting good at it

@equigay

you remind me of when i finally came out to my friends in high school and we all went to pride together and had such a good time running around buying stuff and watching the drag show

@joonsrack

you remind me of when i first listened to mono and felt so at peace with the world (and in love with namjoon alsjf)

@7blueside

you remind me of the first time i asked my crush out to dinner and got so many nerves but was also beyond excited to go and then had a really good time

@angtaelic

you remind me of when i have really good dreams and wake up early in the morning and go back to sleep just to finish the dream

@h0neyline

you remind me of watching run bts episodes when i’m bored and then end up binge watching them for hours because i have such a good time

@love4hobi

you remind me of spending time with this one friend i had in high school gym class where we would shit talk the whole time and also get into deep convos and both surprised each other at how well we got along

@seokjinsyaah

you remind me of watching movies when i was younger and getting so emotionally invested in them that i would have a whole roller coaster ride of emotions from them and come out of them a new person (ok i still do this)

@blossommoons

you remind me of when i get into a flow state while doing art and then come out of it and realize i’ve produced something kinda beautiful and cool and i have no recollection of doing it

@jins-kiss

you remind me of listening to my dad play guitar in another room and getting to hear a part of his past while he plays songs he used to tour performing

@breadlov

you remind me of going into the woods by myself on a sunny day to run and listen to music and encountering cute dogs and friendly people and getting to take pictures of the lake nearby

@bwintan

you remind me of when i talk to my friend from high school tennis and we just shit talk like crazy and say absolute nonsense but it makes sense to us

@mintedmango

you remind me of staying up late reading avatar the last airbender fanfiction in middle school (yes years and years after the show ended) and daydreaming about being a bender

@xuxiscult

you remind me of the first time i watched catallena by orange caramel and fell in love with nana and then subsequently got into a bunch of girl groups

@lovenamjoonie

you remind me of the first time i ever listened to the song tongue-tied on the radio and lost my shit at how good it was and how much of a bop i got to listen to

@rayofyoongi

you remind me of having family dinners with my friends and sometimes making it a murder mystery so we woud get dr*nk or h*gh and have a blast figuring out who the “killer” was

@jour-de-printemps

you remind me of having sleepovers with friends that i really love and getting to have fun and be stupid and also getting to talk about what matters to us

@caprisunmom

you remind me of when i was very little and hung out with these girls that really liked farm animals and we would play with their shit ton of figurines and planned out a whole city with them

@angeljk

you remind me of when i get home from being out and about (not recently though !) and lay in my bed with the fan on and just get to lounge and relax for a moment by myself

@softesthobi

you remind me of drinking tea on my back porch at night listening to the tree frogs and getting to look at venus and the moon

@vitamindfromhobi

you remind me of when i get messages from my most chaotic groupchat and i never know if it will be a crazy meme or 40 minute video explaining the status of the world (both are welcome)

@vampirevhs

you remind me of when i got ready to go clubbing on new years a little faded, putting on fishnets and cute makeup and then going to a drag show and dancing

@joonary

you remind me of getting to spend a whole day writing or painting and being so content with the world

@21stcenturyghouls

you remind me of halloween shopping and getting the cutest decorations for my room and home and then getting to decorate it all spooky

@jinie

you remind me of when i used to wait for the train in my university’s town and would be so excited, chilling with a snack, to go home for the weekend and see my friends