#what are they singing??? 👀

[pinkiemme]

Bonus: with music ⬇️

[felsicveins]

I'm so lonesome all the time

Some sweet day

Gonna take away

This hurting inside

[mrs-gauche]

Alas, so long as the music plays, we dance.

(Cole's cryptic comments + The Song)

[wheatcak3]

he's having a disney princess moment 😌✨✨

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

um alex??? just WHAT is your tongue doing??

[monsterfloofs]

Demon (No name yet?) x Anonymous Reader (Sfw)

You sold your soul. The thought never even crossed your mind until the day when travesty came to your loved ones. You knew there were rumors of people selling their most sacred self for many things, fame, fortune, beauty, yet you yourself traded for a different price.

To rework the damage of time, of events you could never be able to mend without help. You had tried to make peace with what transpired, but couldn't bear it. Thus you had decided your life was unliveable. What good was a soul if your heart was splintered into fragments. What good was a soul to a being that no longer wished to live without those who made life worth living? To rewrite the threads of fate bore a heavy price, and you could never see your other loved ones again. It was a cruel price, but one you gladly took.

Remembering the flash of bright pearlescent teeth, almost glowing in the dark. Turning with fear as a light bloomed into existence, the bright had burned your eyes. You pressed your fingers to your eyes as you ground tilted under your fit. As if the very ground had become a swarm of writhing snakes.

You had been prepared for the worst. You were ready to suffer ten-fold for your wish to abuse the hands of fate. Yet perhaps it was one last glimmer of luck, that your benefactor themselves ended up being an oddity. Dressing you up like a pompous porcelain doll and parading you around as if you were some kind of priceless luxury.

You examined your reflection in the mirror, tilting your head up to look at the dark lace like marks that encircled your neck. Fingertips smoothing over warm skin, digging your thumbnail against one of the elegant swirls and scratching at it. It was, no use of course, you had tried all sorts of ways to remove it. Your stare into your eyes instead, trying to read the expression on your own face.

Then a bell tinkled and you looked over your shoulder, before begrudgingly slouching out of the large baroque restroom in your private suite. The bell ment tea time and the first tea time of the month could only mean one thing. You dreaded the new clothes that would have to endure. They were usually poofy, with enough ruffles that you had entertained the idea of pulling them all off and using them as a rope to escape out the window. Seeing a prettily wrapped parcel on your bed you could only sigh.

It was cruel and unusual torment, yet considering how you had thought your new life was going to be. . . it was better in spades compared to that. You gingerly pull apart the bow, and open the box. Feeling your face sag as you lift up the garment. Well. . . it's. . . certainly.

Something.

Something as in, you felt like a pink profiterole as you waddled to the parlor. If the pants were any poofier perhaps you could use them to make a hot air balloon.

You sat with your hands folded in your lap as you looked out the window. Home, they had insisted you call this new world. Yet it felt like a gilded cage. No matter how pretty, how decorated the iron was, they were still bars. Your guard had been down, mind wandering as you stared out the window. You hadn't noticed the shadow looming over you until it was too late.

A clawed hand reaches over and gently pinches your cheek, which makes you scrunch up your nose and shake your head.

"Look at you!" They squealed, tail lashing back and forth. "Perfect, perfect, you are absolutely darling!"

They acted with an air of an overly affectionate aunt, and it was truly the most bizarre experience.

They clapped their hands. "I want to see all of it!"

With the air of a waterlogged cat trying to reclaim their dignity you stood slowly. Watching as they make a dramatic show of looking you up and down before spinning a perfect clawed finger.

"Do a little turn for me? Oh pretty please with a cherry on top?"

S i g h.

You turn on your heel slowly, lip jut in a pout, holding your arms out at your sides. You arms fall to your sides as your finish your and wait for further instructions. their hands clasped to their cheek and staring at you with something like tears in their eyes.

"You are just so scrumptious! OOH I could just eat you up!!"

You remember being terrified when they first said that, but now you blink mildly and politely sit back down.

They tap a fingernail against their sharp teeth, "I will have to plan. . . for next month maybe something in lilac yes. . ."

You take a deep breath, well, you told yourself you would ask, it's now or never.

"My liege. . ." You swallow thickly, "Perhaps I could. . . pick the design this time?"

You wait for the atmosphere to change waiting for the floor to drop out and you to fall into a fiery hell pit.

When you peek at them they look more like they want to cry.

"Really?"

You guiltily look at the tiered pastry tray "If it wouldn't be too much tro-" The last word gone as they fling their arms around you.

"Aaaaaa!!" They shrill, "Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes! Oh my lil cream puff, my lil cupcake you can have whatever you would like!"

Your eyes wide as you are rocked back and forth. It's getting hard to breathe. "M-my leige-" You wheeze, patting their back urgently.

"I was hoping and hoping you would ask I–" They drop you immediately, taking a step away with their hands held behind their back. "O-oh yes. Of course, touching, you don't like that whole invasion of personal space" They twitter nervously tugging at their collar with a finger. "Whoopsie, w-won't happen again!"

Enjoy what I write? I have a tip jar! I also take writing and art commissions on kofi! ヽ(*ᵔ▿ᵔ)ﾉ

[luchitohamilton]

prior to the start of the sprint at the us gp '23

[ehn-p]

Short WIP and trying Matsudappoiyo again ! I really like tuning him ^w^

[mossyclaw]

What if I posted my falsettos covers on here👀

[good-beanswrites]

We interrupt requests for a super fast and silly LCSyS thing inspired by the initial thumbnail reactions

"So anyway, I was thinking that--" Kotoko paused her conversation with Jackalope, the two stepping out of the dressing room. She stared at Mahiru. "... Can I help you?"

Mahiru had been hurrying by, but she stopped dead in Kotoko's path. Her lips rounded in shock.

"Kotoko..."

"Ah, is there something wrong with my outfit? Jackalope, you could have told me if--"

"You're gorgeous!"

Kotoko blinked. "What?"

Mahiru clasped her hands together, voice nearly squealing in excitement.

"All this time I'd been trying to find the right style to help you, but this? This is so. You. You’re absolutely stunning." She made a show of fanning her face. "You'll have everyone tripping over themselves like this!"

Kotoko's face twisted into a scowl, giving a peek of her teeth. "Mappi, it's not meant to be attractive, it's intimidating. I'm the bad guy, remember?"

"Ooooh but that's just it! You're so strong and confident~"

Jackalope had placed a hand over his mouth to hide a laugh; Kotoko knew she'd get no help from him.

"I'm the enemy. I'm supposed to be your enemy."

"Even enemies can be beautiful..."

With a shake of her head Kotoko kept walking. "Okay, okay. Just don't make a big deal about it. It's really not that special."

The pair continued a bit further through the facility before parting ways. Jackalope had to oversee Muu's recording session. Left on her own, she started reviewing lyrics and acting cues.

"Daaaamn, Kotoko!"

Her frown twitched. She glanced at Mikoto over her shoulder. He ran a few steps to catch up with her.

"Looking good!"

Were both he and Mahiru so stupid? "I'm supposed to look ready to beat your ass."

"Oh yeah." He agreed a bit too enthusiastically. "You like you're gonna s--"

"Good-bye Mikoto."

She passed Yuno and Muu hurrying in the opposite direction, late to the sound booth. Kotoko offered a curt nod.

Muu's eyes widened, perfectly round and glued to Kotoko. Yuno let out a whistle, shooting her a thumbs-up.

She tried to stifle a groan.

There was still a bit of time to kill before the team was ready for her. She spotted Fuuta sitting in on the Purge March rehearsal and breathed a sigh of relief. He'd have something cutting to say about the outfit. Maybe some taunt about it being a copycat for Es' uniform. Maybe a quip about how cliché the hair and piercing combo looked. Sure enough, she heard him shouting at the stagehands surrounding Amane as she slipped in beside him.

He took a sip of his drink, turning to greet her. He coughed on it as she sat down.

"Amane seems like she's doing well."

"Yeah." His eyes frantically darted around the room, landing on the floor.

"She's really excelling at this. I'm glad to see her happy."

"Mhm." He swallowed hard.

She looked pointedly at him. He continued looking very pointedly away. His ears were pink.

Kotoko sighed. She rose to her feet. "I'm going to go find Kazui..."

[thefanciestborrower]

Sometimes, Jack just has really bad luck

[deus-ex-mona]

such is the tale of a ✨chronically online hypocrite✨

[syn0vial]

a few weeks ago, tumblr recommended me a post in which someone was shitting on the locked tomb series, calling it homestuck fanfiction, along with a few out-of-context (and honestly, imo, pretty funny) quotes meant to prove how trashy and lowbrow the humor was. it had about 1000 notes, mostly of people going, “i’ve never read the series and now i’m never going to after seeing this post!!”

anyway, shout-out to all those folks bc that post with all its loud contempt and white-knuckled terror of being found cringe inspired me to finally buy gideon the ninth the next time i saw it at the bookstore and i’ve been enjoying it quite a lot 😊

[templeofalice]

What's your go to Karaoke song?

Technically, I don't sing karaoke. However, my hubby and I do a lot of singing in the car when we're on long trips. We have a few favorites.

Down in a Hole (Unplugged)/GotMe Wrong - AIC

River of Deceit/Wake Up - Mad Season

Dreams/Sara - Fleetwood Mac

I Am the Highway - Audioslave

Vitamin R/Comfortable Liar - Chevelle

For Whom the Bell Tolls/Creeping Death - Metallica

Rocket Man/Tiny Dancer - Elton John

Phantom Bride/Passenger - Deftones

Anything from Madonna's earlier years.

That was an awesome rando question!

We're weird AF, so we listen to a lot of different kinds of music. 🤷🏼‍♀️😘

[4listr]

me when r27 or just jae in general ( @heycloseyoureyes )

[tawus]

watching bullet train and trying to experience it like the first time, as if i didn't memorise every single scene down to every character's line and every minute detail 😭