#which sounds way more poetic than it should be lol

[cursed-and-haunted]

out of all the swimming holes named after the devil I've swam in my favorite is the Devil's Elbow. that's where I found all the bones :)

[yanderes-galore]

Hello! I love much your writing!! 💕 Can i please request yandere Thor with prompts 37 + 4

I'm happy you love my writing! I was assuming my prompts so here you go :) Kept it general but I guess this takes place sometime after the first Thor movie or after Thor: The Dark World. Which could range anywhere before or after Endgame, lol.

Yandere! Thor Prompts 37 + 4

"We should get married! It's been long enough, hasn't it?"

"My heart belongs to you, I'll adore anything you do to it."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Clingy behavior, Mutual relationship turns forced, Obsession, Implied paranoia, Slight delusional behavior, Jealousy/Possessive behavior briefly implied, Forced marriage, Trauma implied.

If Thor was new to Earth you could understand his lack of privacy as something like Asgardian culture shock. However... Thor has been acquainted with Earth for years now. You'd think he'd learn to give you, his significant other, privacy.

The Asgardian's affection started as comforting and even cute! When you started getting to know each other he was in a pretty rough place while trying to protect his people and home. You ended up helping him through his break up and grief due to many events in his past.

When he eventually asked to date you, how could you not accept? Dating someone like Thor sounded like a dream. It was like a dream...

For the most part.

Thor is nothing but caring towards you, you can still say that even now. The issue is his inability to be away from you. For someone as intimidating and strong as Thor, it's strange to see him so upset over you leaving his side.

When you're together Thor loves the feeling of you in his arms. You find yourself always encased in his hold one way or another. Laying down, sitting, or standing... Thor has himself draped over you.

Thor peppers you in kisses and praises. He holds you like you're as precious as any jewel, maybe even more. Thor is dedicated and loving... completely devote to his Midgardian love.

"My heart belongs to you, I'll adore anything you do to it." Thor murmurs to you when you're alone, saying it like a promise. In his mind you'll always be together, he never wants to lose you.

You find it flattering, it's a cute display he does to show affection. You just thought Asgardians were poetic and affectionate with their love. Even if that is true about their culture...

You wish Thor would stop claiming what he's doing as "dedication" rather than "obsession".

Thor's affection only ever increased. It grew to the point Thor never left your side. People originally thought of it as cute that Thor adored you so much. Now it bordered on strange.

His affection was usually soft and caring. It's just there was too much of it. That and when others were around, you noticed his grip tighten.

Encouraging him to at least stand beside you instead of hold you all the time is met with opposition. There's minor fights but nothing too bad. You try to tolerate his behavior and excuse it with his past. He's lost loved ones... surely he's just a bit shaken still?

You thought you could tolerate it... but when Thor asked for your hand in marriage, holding onto your hand while on his knees, you feel trapped.

"My Dear..." He starts, a grin on his face. "We should get married! It's been long enough, hasn't it?"

"Thor..." You say hesitantly, watching as he kisses the back of your hand. "Don't you think it's too soon?"

"What makes you say that?" Thor asks, concern lacing his voice. You have trouble swallowing.

"It feels too soon for me. I love you, I just feel we should take things slow. It's only been-"

"Almost two years, dear. It's almost been two years. Why must you make me wait even longer for you?" Thor sighs, standing up and pulling you into his chest. "I've pledged my loyalty to you and our love... can you not do the same?"

"I'm just a bit scared-"

"There's nothing to be scared of. I'm here to love and lay my life down for you."

"Why are you forcing me?"

Thor thinks for a moment, pulling away to look at you.

"I'm forcing you?"

"Can't we wait a little longer? To see if things work out?"

"Things will work out. I know they will."

"Then we can wait!"

"I don't WANT to wait, dear! I want you to be mine until the end. Who knows when I will have the ability to ask you again...."

"... then I want to call things off."

That phrase creates a deafening silence. Thor's face is that of shock, trying to discern if you meant what you said. Meanwhile... you just look like a cornered animal.

"... you can't."

"Thor, you may have been royalty in Asgard, but this is Earth. I have the right to refuse marriage. It wouldn't be happy between us if we forced it!"

"I can't lose you, dear. This is why I wanted to marry in the first place. We can't throw away what we have now!"

"Please, Thor... I need a break." You say, turning around.

Only for Thor to grab your waist.

"I promise it will be to your liking. A combination of Asgard and Midgard tradition. I'll give you the prettiest ring. You'll be lovely...."

"Thor. Let me go."

"... and if I say no? What will you do then?"

You realize you can't do anything. Thor is much stronger than you. Him holding you like this is effectively a vice grip.

"Thor... please, I love you. We just need a little break."

"If you love me..." Thor whispers, turning your face so he can kiss the corner of your lips. "Then we'll marry."

"If I say no?" You whimper, Thor looking at your eyes briefly. His gaze is dark, pools of yearning within them getting darker.

"We'll work things out...."

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The cold metal of the ring felt uncomfortable on your finger. The outfit you wore was overly pretty and much to your spouse's taste. It was a wedding... and you were unhappy.

Thor, your soon-to-be husband on the other hand was ecstatic. Part of you wishes you stood your ground, yet how long could you keep that up? Thor is an Asgardian, he could overpower you in seconds.

The entire time up to the wedding and during it, a sensation of feeling trapped weighed heavily in your gut. When you looked at Thor and his behavior... you felt chills. He truly had more power over you than you would've liked.

You were powerless to stop what he had planned.

"My dearest, you look wonderful...." Thor praises you in your outfit. "I understand if you're still nervous... but I promise it will be the same as before."

That's what you were scared of. He was clingy before, now he's going to be even worse in your eyes. You only sigh and nod in response. Thor gives you a smile.

"There's no need to be scared, I'll always be here for you. I love you, my dearest."

He holds you close, a kiss pressed to your lips. You knew he meant this all as comforting, which normally, would be lovely to you.

Yet you never wanted this and the trapped feeling never went away.

There was a need to be scared and Thor, the one you used to love, was the reason behind it.

[prettygirlstothefloor]

Cowboy Carter Review

sorry if i write a lot. i like to yap lol

Ameriican Requiem- i'm a huge sucker for a sitar so i was gripped in from the beginning. i grew up on country music (mainly 90s/early 2000s) and so when she showed up at the CMAs and performed with the chicks it was a childhood dream. but as a person who liked country music around the time 9/11 happened, it's only become even more racist since. the way they treated her that night even though she was one of, if not THE, best performer of the night was so upsetting to watch. even as the best artist on the planet, at the top of her game, she's always going to work a million times harder than any of her peers. i'm so proud of her being able to make a song like to this to put her thoughts out on the whole night that night.

Blackbiird- obviously everyone has heard this song before. i was unaware of the actual backstory to the song since i don't follow the beatles too much (i like george harrison but that's about it lol). i was not aware that the song the song was written for black women during the civil rights movement. i assumed the song was mainly written by john lennon who to my knowledge was kind of a grifter when it came to his activism. having this song come right after ameriican requiem is so poetic.

16 Carriages- shockingly i was able to avoid hearing this song in full until tonight. i tend to only do one single per release and so texas hold em was the one. this song is so heartbreaking because i think about all the kids in the entertainment industry who can probably relate to this song all too well

Protector- these songs she makes for her kids... i'm gonna need her to stop. not because they're bad but i straight up can't listen to blue and probably this song because i want a mom like this 😭

My Rose- i hate that this is an interlude. it's so beautiful and not to be dramatic should've been 10 hours long

Smoke Hour • Willie Nelson- idk what to say about this one lol

Texas Hold 'Em- i love this song. the only problem i have with it is it sounds too clean. like the production sounds too clean. maybe it sounds better on the radio where the quality is lower than streaming but its definitely a song that needs to be played not so isolated.

Bodyguard- there's something in this song. she channeled carole king for this on or something. it's so good instantly a top 20 if not top 10 song of hers through her whole discography.

Dolly P- once again idk what to say about this one its too short to say anything

Jolene- i mean i think the same way about her version as i do about dolly's version. why are we getting mad at these women when we should be getting mad at the men?? take away that beyonce is beyonce for a second. if she was a normal lady and this girl was unaware her man was taken, isn't that more on him than anyone? he's letting it happen.

Daughter- her voice in this song is insanity. the control she has is unmatched truly.

Spaghettii- the beat omgggg. i know this would hit so hard in a mashup with "my house" i'm obsessed.

Alliigator Tears- just from hearing snippets of the country music that's on the radio nowadays, i think this might be one of the few songs from this album that they will eat up. i'm not saying that as a diss at all. i love this song alot especially after a second listen.

Smoke Hour II- i guess i can add on here a random tid bit. i made a country playlist in preperation for the album to come out. i made it on valentine's day. tell me why i named it KNTRY. i didn't even know the "radio station" she has on the album was called that lol.

Just for Fun- i don't listen to lana del rey anymore. i had a small time during last year where i did but then she got real messy again and signed that letter thanking joe biden. that being said this song sounds identical to "norman fucking rockwell". which is a compliment because both are good songs. keep jack antonoff away from beyonce though. that's the good thing about beyonce is she doesn't sound like everyone else which he makes everyone do (yes i am a fan of him but i'm critical of his production lol)

II Most Wanted- i'm sorry i've never been a fan of miley cyrus (except for the song she did for black mirror and that one EP she put out). i want to like this song because i like aspects of the song but it being a miley cyrus song with a beyonce feature is not want i want.

Levii's Jeans- this is also a collab i'm not a fan of. i actually enjoy post malone but i would've liked to see them in a more upbeat song.

Flamenco- idk how to take this song. it's stunning as usual. my thoughts on the lyrics though is she's kinda talking to fans maybe like the OG like destiny's child fans who have started to leave because she's starting to experiment more with her sound and they miss her old sound. i would love to know her take on this song in particular. because i know so many artists who decide to change their sound throughout each release are terrified of losing fans because they're so stuck on a certain sound.

The Linda Martell Show- another one i can't say much on since it's an interlude

Ya Ya- now.... remember what i said about bodyguard??? easily top 10. idk where on my ranking but it's there. the interpolation of "these boots were made for walking" and "good vibrations". there's something about that old soul rock sound that gets me every single time. i know that it doesn't sound anything alike but "freedom" has that same vibe, where it takes alot from old 60s blues soul rock. this is gonna hit so good on tour!

Oh Louisiana- i will say i really like this interlude. second favorite out of the ones with actual music

Desert Eagle- another song she chose to make extremely short when it should've been hours long... come on B

Riiverdance- its a fun and cute song. i think the beat is good but i think i like it more on my first listen.

II Hands II Heaven- i'm hoping this will finally click for me. im seeing everyone really love this song but idk whats not clicking for me. i'll definitely keep listening to it though maybe someday.

Tyrant- someone said this is the thique of cowboy carter and yeah i can definitely hear it. it's a sexy song and it's a fun song. definitely like it alot more after a second listen

Sweet • Honey • Buckiin'- her sampling "i fall to pieces" in this song is so special to me. i do want someone to take this "honey" and add it to the end of pure/honey though i wonder if it would sound any good. i think sweet and buckiin are the best songs out of the three of these.

Amen- i love how this really rounds out the album, calling back to the first song. it feels and is a very emotional song. don't know if i'll go back to it only because i think it could make me cry lol

overall, i think it's a solid album. if we're comparing the acts, which idk how you can because they're two distinctly different sounds, i would probably still go with renaissance but there's still so many solid songs on this album that are now some of my top faves. usually i rate out of 10 but it feels too low tbh, so i'm rating it out of 100. it will definitely grow on me just like renaissance did. 89/100.

[lutiaslayton]

Hi! I’m just curious: how do you pronounce Lutias? I’ve been reading it like loo-TEE-ahs, but I get the feeling that isn’t right 😅

Bahaha oh me oh my, thanks for your consideration, that sure is a question I was not expecting to ever be asked! 😳

The real intended pronunciation would be [LU]-[tee-ah-s], in two syllables and with the French way of saying "u"... But unless you are French yourself (and/or you speak a different language which also has the equivalent of the French u alongside its phonemes, and/or even if your native language doesn't have it you have learned to speak a language that does and you've grown used to knowing how to pronounce it), I don't think you have high odds of getting it right spontaneously. Which is sort of why I don't ever really expect anyone who isn't French to get it "right" lol, and I'm okay with that.

Saying it [LOO]-[tee-ah-s] (and trying to make it so that the "tias" part is as close to only one syllable as possible, it's really meant to be "Lu-tias" with two syllables) would be closest to how I've been reading it, and nailing the French u would be the cherry on top that I don't expect any English speaker to get right haha. The French u simply isn't a sound that shows up in English, so that's why most English speakers struggle to say it correctly right off the bat.

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And now if you're curious about why I have a French-sounding name even if I am terminally online and most active in English communities, it's simply because I have had that name ever since I discovered the internet... back at a time when I barely even was able to speak English, and only was about to interact with French websites and communities.

Historically, the reason why this name stuck with me for almost fifteen years by now (holy shoot I'm old?) is because when I came up with it (I was like, what, eleven or twelve maybe?), my mom asked me what internet handle I had found, I read it aloud for her, and she said happily "Oh, that's very poetic, it sounds a bit like Lutèce!" (Lutèce being the old name of the city that would later become Paris, aka the capital of France if you didn't know)

Now, I was not getting a lot of compliments from my family back in that time (other than "nice, you're good at school, not that we were expecting anything less. Why'd you make that one mistake here? You could've avoided that easily"), let alone compliments related to my creative side of things (but dw we're good now, we learned to communicate and it's all good <3). So basically, my mom actually liking that name, a name I had created by myself, and her saying spontaneously that she liked it, really stuck to me, haha. To the extent that I'm still keeping it to this day.

(Also, her comment should give a bit more insight about how to pronounce it haha)

(and nobody needs to know that it actually was me fusing the names "Lugia" and "Latias" and that it ended up with the French "u" because I didn't even know that Lugia, even in French, is meant to not be read with a French u. nobody needs to know that. Twelve-year-old me had totally intended for it to be a reference to Lutèce all along. Kokorico.)

[dufrau]

My favorite fic of yours

ONE? You want me to pick ONE!?!?! pfff. no. Red&White&Blue&Gold, the Fall Funfair one, and Orange Crush are the funny ones that jump to mind first that will always have a place in my heart, and then also the watertower fic and all of the TLOU AU fics. and also all of the bigfoot AU. and also just all of your stories.

Something I remember vividly from reading one of your fics

Bean cans and sexy disarmament from Entirely on Purpose. Chicken names (lol) and chicken deaths (oh no!) in TLOU au. Losing Barb in Into Dust.

What made me the most emotional after reading

Into Dust and just all of the TLOU AU

What I like the most about your writing

First off: you write fantastic dialogue and awesome banter!

But even more than that, the thing I love about your writing is that you are SO good at writing emotional complexity - both in your silly/funny stories and in the ones that make me cry. By which I think I mean you always write characters simultaneously feeling multiple things at once, often in ways that they aren't even fully aware of themselves. Like .... you're good at writing the conflict between the words people say (and the fronts they put up) versus the underlying feelings that they're either pushing away or leaning into, if that makes sense? Which works so well because you use descriptions of actions/physical sensations just very well and very judiciously. It's a lot of 'show don't tell' kinda work and its amazing.

Also, you're very very good at having a sort of lyricism/poetic-ness - with repeated phrases or callbacks and such - about your prose that just makes the vibes of your stories like ... really rich and satisfying (like a good stew... if it was also a piece of music? idk. I'm mixing my metaphors here.)

A question I have about one of your fics

Any favorite lines/parts you want to talk about from the last few fics you published??

(numbering got fucked up in this ask somehow - sorry!)

Brroooooo this is so nice 😭 Can you write my resume please you make me sound so good lol

I dont even know how to respond to all the nice things you said besides to say thank you for being nice to me ���💜💜

I think this might actually motivate me to write today lol so thank you for that also.

Hmm. Things I want to talk about from my recent fics. Well. First of all I think the proposal in the boot fic is very sweet and i am really fond of that one and almost nobody has read it and they should because its cute.

And I really liked writing the Elaine scene in the jancy breakup fic, I never really write OCs and she only exists for like a paragraph but I am kind of obsessed with her. Also just that fic in general I think is sort of interesting structurally and I think I captured the mid twenties lostness of it pretty well.

And tbh I really enjoyed playing with their dynamic in the falafel smut? It's the smuttiest thing I have ever written but I feel like there is interesting character stuff happening there that made it fun to write in a way I often do not find smut writing to be.

now i just need to write something new to talk about lol.

thank youuuu!!

(questions)

[victoriousscarf]

Also these from the "2023 in review" fic writer asks would be awesome!! 🙏 (I know these are too many questions again so like no need to answer them all... I can't help it lol you talking about your writing is just interesting)

1. What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out and would you do it again?

4. What piece of media inspired you the most?

9. What fic meant the most to you to write?

10. What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?

16. What were you go-to writing songs?

17. What were your go-to writing snacks?

18. What was the hardest fic to title?

19. Share your favorite opening line

20. Share your favorite ending line

21. Share your favorite piece of dialogue

22. Share an excerpt from your favorite scene

23. Share the final version of a sentence or paragraph you struggled with. What about it was challenging? Are you happy with how it turned out?

24. What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

26. If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

30. What’s something that you want to write in 2024?

1. I'm really sitting here like man did I try anything new this year?? But uh, even moths get caught in avalanches maybe? Trying to write in that sort of mindset and circular narrative was different. In fact possibly trying to really figure out the differences between POV after writing Mahanon for so goshdarn long. For example Thorin is insane in that one, but also in Covet and Forget Together, Fili's POV tends to use a lot more repetition than Mahanon who is very prosaic and sparse even in his own head. He's straightforward in his thoughts, and Fili is a bit more poetic.

4. The Hobbit probably but runner up on Charmed

9. Probably Smoke in Your Eyes and Stars in Your Heart because I'd had the idea turning around in my head since 2016 and finally sat down and committed to writing it. It was hard though, because I had the shocking idea of writing it ~non-linear~ and nothing that makes you want to pull your hair out more than trying to keep track of which years went where. But also to be like a mediation on loyalty and love and what you do when duty and love are diametrically opposed but you're still trying to have it both ways. Plus I got to use a lot of weird history knowledge lmao. My favorite footnote was probably the one about the carrier pigeons in their little bra jackets because I think everyone should know about that. [for reference]

10. It feels really wrong somehow to say Covet, but it was Covet. That fic got me through some stuff this year and it got me chatting with some new people which I really appreciate.

16. I always have a lot of different songs for different verses, but one I listened to a lot for a couple different verses was Blood Upon the Snow by Hozier.

17. Cinnamon bears and mentos. These are not the good writing snacks lol but I always crave sugar for some reason.

18. I didn't actually write very many brand new fics this year but the Covet verse titles took me a hot second because I wanted them to have a really specific vibe and rhythm.

19. "Thorin did not mean to do it (and wasn't that the story of his life, of late)."

20. "Above them he heard the ravens sing, the sound bouncing off the walls of Erebor all around them, the cold sun on their shoulders."

21. For totally different reasons:

“It is good,” she said. “To realize some things change for the better.”

“Have you thought I not changed for the better,” he said, teasing.

“I think you changed for the sadder,” she said and Mahanon froze. and

“Because if I kiss you, it's not going to end there,” Wyatt said. “You know that too, don't you? If you offer yourself on a platter like this, I'm not going to stop there. I'm going to want to take everything.”

Chris felt the breath punch out of him. His eyes flickered down to Wyatt's mouth again and then up to meet his eyes before he asked, “Promise?”

(The mostly wildly different vibes lol)

22. “I don't blame you,” Bofur said, and Fíli still hand his palm pressed against the back of Bofur's hand, shifting it so wrap around his wrist, where he could feel his pulse too, the warmth of the fragile skin there. Dwarrow skin was not so thin as human's, even there, but it was still a point of vulnerability, of weakness, and Bofur didn't even twitch when he put his hand there.

Fíli would have twitched, he thought distantly, remembering Thorin breaking the bones there, back before he realized how bad things would become.

“Don't you?” Fíli rasped.

“You aren't the one who locked the door,” Bofur said.

23. Okay so I'm not actually sharing a line from it lol but the beginning of chapter 20 of Covet was the worst scene to write. I'd write a few words and then be like... I don't want to write this. How can I write this without actually having to write it?? It took me for-freaking-ever.

24. ... Yeah Wyatt and Chris managed to destroy my entire timeline lmao. Like just, tear that up and toss it away and come up with something else lol. But then again, I tend to try and be pretty flexible to where stories are taking me, and only really drag them in one direction if I really, really have to. My hope is to not end up in a situation where I've already written the ending and then get too attached to it and fuck up my own plot trying to get there (like some people we can all probably name). My endings feel more like the center of a dart board and I'm just seeing how close I can get and have it make sense. Though Nori coming out with SO MANY strong feelings in Covet also threw me. Surprise, that bitch is gonna cause trouble for everyone now.

26. Chapter 19 of be careful what you wish for because you might get your way because as someone pointed out in the comments we'd all been waiting something like 4 years for that one lol. Also I spent so fucking long writing that one y'all, so long. That got way more attention than usual because after 4 years I wanted it to like. Work.

30. My goal is to finish Starlight from the Gutter which admittedly I did a bunch of work for this year, but still haven't gotten back to. So that ending is what I want to write most this year lol.

[yuneu]

Hi love<333

Alright, I have to admit it, Miss Mussolini Wannabe has to be the FUNNIEST way I ever heard someone describe her LMAO u got the point here!!! Anywayyy your sweet sweet words about Italy got me like: 🥺👉👈🫶

OMG this IS true... BUT... there's this singer whose lyrics are in French, but whom I really REALLY love. It's Leo Ferre. Have you ever heard of him? He isn't from France, actually. If I remember correctly. Anyway, he did translate some of his songs into Italian, but it's not the same you know. I liked those lyrics so much, he's so poetic, but sometimes I wish I could speak French to actually get the right shade of how they were intended (you know, to translate is to betray etc etc). Plus, I would be able to understand other songs of him 😭 but nooo my French proficiency got lost somewhere between middle school and mental-facility-highschool LOL

LMAOOOO I suck at athletics, too!!! My dad used to take me to the beach during winter and we used to train together, running on the shore, with the wind blowing against us, which made it more difficult to run, and together with the unsteady texture of the sand it would help build muscle resistance, or whatever my dad told me to convince me to train with him LOL Let's just say I like watching the athletics waaaay better than I like doing it :) Yeah, I do some light hiking too, from time to time. And I feel the same way about gyms LOL

I love refreshing fruits, too!! Summer is my least favorite season but it has my favorite fruit ever LMAO but a winter fruit I love very much is tangerine. OMG I could eat tangerines forever until I become a tangerine myself (I'm pretty sure these are the Mediterranean genes speaking LOL)

UUUUUH I love writing too!!!!!!! I've kept a diary since I was 6, I'm pretty much writing every day. And I LOVE writing essays. I love writing about academic topics that got me obsessed LOL and I definitely definitely feel you when you talk about writing academic-related stuff but with no academic stake... Cuz same over here!!! Also, I'm really REALLY into poetry. I love it soooo much and I write that too!

Ooooh That One Chair, of course I know her!!!! In my apartment, it's That One Basket. A chair wasn't enough 😭 I switched to a basket a few years ago. Every random thing I get out during the day and forget to put back in its place or I got out cuz I know I'll need it later during the day or just any mess I make during my day goes right into my Basket Buddy. At the end of the day I clean it (well, that's the intention at least LOL) and start all over the day after. Truth is, my Basket Buddy needs a Basket Buddy Bestie cuz I'm a huge procrastinator who'd get out things cuz she knows she'll need them, and then would put off the task until it's too late and I actually do have to get it done LOL I should rename my Basket Buddy as my Procrastination Buddy :)

LMAOOO I go to the mall with my besties to just window-shop very very often. It's pretty much a weekend thing we do. We never buy anything at all cuz we're too broke, though. And we don't really like what the stores at the mall sell nowadays :/ but oh do we love window-shop anyway!!!

OMG wow bookbinding!!! I've always wanted to do that too!!! How'd you like it? OMG tell me more about it!!!!!!

I read you got the flu :/ I'm so sorry :( get well soon!!!!!! <3333 sending love, soup, good wishes, herbal tea, and ibuprofen

Questions of the day: what do you like better between books, songs, movies, and paintings? What's a song that sounds like it was written exactly for you every time you listen to it? Are you into art? What's your favorite movement / who's your fav painter? When do you listen to music the most?

Take care!!! Talk to you soon<3333

- Your Deer Santa 🦌🎅☃️

noooo i got sick, told myself “i’ll answer when my brain isn’t mush” and full on forgot to reply until i got on desktop im sorry queen 🥺

of courseeeee i know ferré! the only monégasque in history who isnt terribly annoying about being born over there (like come on. you're just a frenchtalian who doesn't pay taxes lmaoo). i'm not quite so well-versed in his répertoire as i am in some other composers but apple classical always puts him on my recommendations/queue lol

that's so funny, my sister (who knows italian better than me unfortunately lmaoo) always tells me that if i ever don't know what to talk to an italian about i should just talk to them about citrus fruits, especially oranges LMAOO. i don't particularly like oranges but i love orange flavored stuff if that makes sense, so i'm obsessed with the way you will put orange in *anything*

ooh poetry that's so cool!! i had to write some for a class last year and haven't really gotten around to write more since! i should get back to it oof. who are your favorite poets?

i ALWAYS forget where i put certain stuff then i sit for a minute like. it's on The Chair isn't it? and it always is. so i relate even though your chair is actually a basket😭😭 universal problem

for bookbinding, i find it fun!!! the first "book" i made was just a poetry book (for that class) and even though it was a pain to sew it up and it didn't come out as expected i'm still very proud of it cause I! Made! It! and that's all that matters! next step is hardcovers when i FINALLY get some cover wrapping material lmao, that stuff is impossible to find in craft stores :')

questions!!!:

that's so hard!!! i can't pick between music and books:( they're my darlings!! do not separate!

that's such a GOOD question.... probably either pretty isn't pretty by olivia rodrigo or mirrorball by taylor tbh. (ive never been a natural all i do is try try try!!! come on!!)

i do like art (as in paintings haha)!! i used to be so so so into drawing as a child in fact. i still do (charcoal) drawing from life occasionally! i don't really know enough about visual arts to identify a specific movement i like as much as a technique maybe, like i love paintings that use sfumato. it always blows my mind that this can be done with PAINT. i guess that makes my favorite period the renaissance lol, but i'm not well-versed enough to know if that would count as a movement lol, cause i know it's more complex than that in literature

when i listen to music the most... probably in the train! i listen to a lot of music (though this semester has been killing me with a GUN so i havent listened to music as much as i would have liked ugh), so it's really an "all the time" situation but i do always without fail listen to music when im going somewhere, be it by train, in the metro, in a bus or in the car lol

WHAT ABOUT YOU! you seem quite into art!! tell me all about it!!

<333

[twopoppies]

Hi! I hope it’s not too annoying of a request but I was wondering if you or your followers can think of any fics that are kinda inspiring academically, especially regarding British literature, if that makes sense? I just finished rereading Come As You Are and every time I read it, it motivates me to read more and practice my writing because I want to be more like Harry from that fic hahaha and I’m looking for more fics which evoke this feeling since I’m starting my masters in October and I need all the help I can get. Thank you so much! (I absolutely love your master post and its my go to couple times a week!)

Hi sweetheart. Hmmm... I just reblogged my Dark Academia fic rec, but other than that I think it would be fics where one or the other are writers/poets etc. Not all of these are heavy on the writing/poetry, but they're all great fics.

Make Your Words A Weapon by @helloamhere (E, 36K) I recently read this a second time and it’s even better than I remembered. I love everything this author writes. This one just really hit me hard for whatever reason. Maybe it’s the way they explore Louis’ anxiety and coping mechanisms and pain and the way he pushes people away and protects himself, but also wants someone to push back just a bit and love him despite all of that. And the way Harry is the perfect foil for all of it, while also feeling like a fully developed character himself. Yeah, it’s probably all of that. Plus soul marks! (Musician Harry/Music Journalist Louis)

Our Lives, Non Fiction by @indiaalphawhiskey (E, 114K) this is, quite literally, the best fic I’ve read in years. It’s so well written, clever, funny, emotional, and sexy. Its draw you in immediately and you’ll end up falling in love with these characters before you know it. Don’t miss this one. Harry and Louis are both authors.

An Invincible Summer by Brooklyn_Babylon / @twopoppies (E, 45K) this one is mine, I hope you like it:

Never content to stay in one place for long, a few months down south researching for his novel seemed like an idyllic, slow-paced summer to Louis. He wasn’t ready for the blistering heat, the backbreaking work of watermelon picking, or how stifling the attitudes in rural Georgia would feel. And he definitely hadn’t anticipated falling in love with the farmer’s son.

The summer of 1946 would turn out to be everything worth writing about. Farmer Harry / author Louis

Mine Would Be You by @crinkle-eyed-boo (E, 115K) Beautifully written, flawed characters and an emotionally engaging and ANGSTY plot. Super hot smut that made me cry like a fool. Banter, OT5 friendship, and the gritty realness of New York as a backdrop. Loved this one. Artist Harry / Author Louis

where your lips land by BriaMaria / @briannamarguerite (E, 12K) Ok, I’ve recommended this one a few times and I really do love it. Anyway, I love fics where the two of them are both artists of some sort (Louis is a poet in this one, Harry is a photographer) because it allows for another layer of understanding and connection and support. I particularly love the way Louis’ tattoos are woven into this story with layered meaning. And, as always, just beautiful writing.

you’re writing lines about me by snazzyasalways (T, 4K) This is gorgeously written on that Dreamy, poetic style I happen to love. Louis is a blind poet, Harry is a baker, Harry falls in love with Louis’ words, then with him.

another hazy may by deLILah (M, 41K) Another author who writes great fic after great fic. This one has that dreamy quality I love and there’s also something about it that, at times, reminds me of a little bit of a Raymond Chandler novel. I know that’s weird...but, yeah, it does. Anyway, I love this one. Such a good read.

I would name the stars for you (I would take you there) by orphan_account (M, 91K) This is just beautifully written. Angst. Mutual pining. Dumb boys. Beautiful descriptions of art and creativity and fame and beautiful poetry.

Little Technicolor Things by scary_crow (M, 72K) This is truly one of the most beautiful pieces of writing I have ever read and it is an absolutely travesty that it’s not being talked about every day. This fic is gorgeous and poetic and romantic and heartbreaking and an explosion of metaphoric images and everything I never knew I needed but now that I have it I want to read it over and over and over.

But If This Ends by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense (E, 107K) This author referred to this fic as their “depressed vampire” fic while they were writing, and it is that. But it’s also a unique story with beautifully fleshed out characters, plot twists, and super hot smut. Go check it out! Vampire Harry / Writer Louis

24K Magic by @justalittlelouislove (E, 33K) FINALLY a category in which I can rec this author! I love everything they write, but this was the first one I’d read and it’s just great. Smooth dialogue, sexy smut, great description of character growth…just a really fun fic.

the best part of me (was always you) by @moonshinelouis-archive (E, 6K) Gorgeous writing. The descriptions of heartbreak and missing someone and still loving them were really well done. And I cried. Of course.

'Sup by MediaWhore (GA, 7K) Divorced, awkward Harry pining for silver fox Louis is a trope I never knew I needed, but I love it so much.

I Will Never Rust by stylez (E, 38K) I must have read this at least 5 years ago and I honestly don’t remember details, but my notes say “gorgeous, sad, sexy” so... I’m crossing my fingers that old me knew what she was talking about. It’s frat boy Harry so that could go either way. LOL! Student/Poet Harry.

Loyal Knight and True by rainbowninja167 / (E, 52K) Really original story, mystery and magic, great characterizations. All around a very good read!

Turning Page by purpledaisy (M, 68K) This author does a wonderful job with their characterizations which makes their fics such a pleasure to read. This one really has you rooting for curmudgeonly Louis and skittish/secretive Harry to figure their shit out and fall in love. If you like this one, make time to read this author’s fic, Walk That Mile – it’s one of my all time favorites. Sports journalist Louis.

Black with Autumn Rain by Whimsicule (T, 93K) This author is a favorite. If you like intense, creative stories, with complex characters and tight dialogue, you should read all of their fics. This one has the flavor of a Daphne du Maurier novel – dark, creepy, and moodily romantic. Plus a supernatural edge. It’s so good. Journalist Harry.

That Sounds Fake But Okay by dancingontheceiling (E, 113K) This one has a little bit of everything: Enemies to lovers, fake relationship, famous/not famous... plus, really good writing and some sexy smut scenes. Actor Louis / journalist Harry.

Sing When You're Winning by hazmesentir (NR, 91K) another one I read ages ago, but I always like this author’s writing and the premise of newly out footballer Louis and journalist intern Harry who somehow snags the interview, is such a fun one. And I don’t know why it has an NR rating, there’s plenty of smut.

feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream by togetherwecouldbealright (M, 123K) I read this one so, so long ago that all I remember is that I loved it, that there’s some really romantic and sweet moments, and that my notes from way back when only say, “OMG this one is so good! And I’ve barely gotten to the smut!” HAHAHAHA! Journalist Harry/prince Louis (this fic has been deleted, so the link is to a download).

[watchingspnagain]

Rewatching Fresh Blood

Welcome to “There’s More Than One Way to Behead a Vampire: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

 Up today, s3e7: Fresh Blood.

   Sam and Dean stumble onto a vampire who's growing his vamp family by spiking women's drinks with his blood. Meanwhile Gordon (ugh) is back on their trail, but when he has a run-in with the drink-drugging sleazo, he gets turned himself. Even losing his humanity doesn't deter Gordon from his obsession with killing Sam, though, and now he's got vampire superstrength. Ooof. It all comes down to a mano a mano between Sam and Gordo, and Sam wins, killing Vamp!Gordon in a particularly savage way that takes Dean by surprise. The real winner in this episode, though, is Sterling K. Brown, who delivers a fantastic performance. Seriously, goosebumps.

  Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

   [and we begin:]

 Lor:

sigh Gordon

 Mace:

ugh Gordon

Mace:

 HAHAHAHA

 Lor:

lololololol

 Mace:

 “are you off your meds?”

 Lor:

i love how she just stares him down with her sass and logic

 Mace:

she’s smarter than you, Gordo

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

oh Dean, honey

 Mace:

ooof Dean

 Mace:

 that slightly crazy look in his eyes

 Lor:

RIGHT?

 Mace:

 oh look, it’s Harmony

 Lor:

YES

 Mace:

 come on, call him blondie bear

 Lor:

lololololololol

 Lor:

Sammy is worried

 Mace:

 HE IS

 Lor:

lol Dean's face

 Lor:

and Sam's good copping

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

"old like 30" EXCUSE YOU LUCY

 Mace:

HAHAHA RIGHT?!

 Mace:

aw, Sammy’s face

 Mace:

 he’s sad for her

 Lor:

yeah

 Lor:

Sam is all sympathetic and Dean can't believe how dumb she is

 Mace:

yep

 Mace:

“wavy gravy”

 Mace:

 DEAN

 Lor:

someone needs to hug that boy into a better attitude

 Mace:

 okay, I’ll hug the other one then

 Lor:

sounds like a plan

 Mace:

 YAS

 Lor:

oooof the wince

 Mace:

 yeah

 Lor:

GORDON

 Lor:

jeebus, man

 Mace:

 right?!

 Lor:

“one of them was real tall”

 Lor:

Sam Winchester is the only tall man in this world

 Mace:

 HAHAHAHA

 Lor:

I'm gonna need you to stop being so cavalier with your one precious life, Deano

 Lor:

LOCK THE DOOR

 Mace:

YES

 Mace:

Dean, you’re not going to kill her.

 Mace:

 angry sex? maybe. but not murder.

 Lor:

right? no one believes you, Dean

 Lor:

I hope Sterling K. Brown is not actually lying on exposed rusty springs

 Mace:

 HA!

 Lor:

GORDON can lie there forever

 Mace:

YEP

 Mace:

 I do love the poetic justice here, though

 Lor:

YEP

 Lor:

lol Dean's little voice

 Mace:

YES

 Mace:

 he’s so good in this part even though i don’t like the character at all

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

I was just thinking that

 Lor:

I don't enjoy Gordon but SKB does an AMAZING job with the character

 Mace:

agreed

 Mace:

 “well, there’s hell” DEAN

 Lor:

"you ever felt desperate" and then the shot of Dean

 Mace:

 BABY

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

the way they're threading what's going on with Dean into the MoW stuff

 Mace:

YES

 Mace:

 and also Sam maybe not being quite human paralleled with Gordon becoming the monster he hates

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

that whole convo where Sam was fine with the idea of killing Gordon

 Mace:

 yeah and the way in which he actually does it

 Lor:

ooooof that moment where he collapses into Gordon's shoulder

 Mace:

yep

 Mace:

 “a massively dangerous day at the office"

 Lor:

for some reason the fact that Dean comes in and washes his face... strikes me? I don't know what it means or anything but

 Mace:

 we should track those times because it’s not the only time he does that

 Lor:

YES

  Mace:

 “more like a ninja"

 Lor:

LOL

 Mace:

 “it’s a little funny”

 Lor:

"it's a little funny"

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

"what rhymes with shut up Sam?"

  Mace:

 oh god this Sam speech

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

"this is exactly how you act when you're terrified"

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

"i wish you would drop the show and be my brother again" gaaaaaah

 Mace:

and Dean relents

 Mace:

 jesus

 Lor:

the way Dean gives in

 Lor:

and his FACE

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

YES

 Mace:

 a tacit admission that he’s scared

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

"you don't kill innocent people. you're still a hunter"

 Lor:

the coooooode

 Lor:

I love a moral code

 Mace:

 it’s more of a guideline, really

 Lor:

LOLOLOLOL YES

 Mace:

“DAMMIT SAM”

 Mace:

 oh Dean

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

"Sam be careful" pets him

 Lor:

Dean sure does fire his gun lying on his back a lot

 Mace:

YES

 Mace:

HA

 Mace:

 ooof the look on Angry Sammy’s face

 Lor:

I'd forgotten Dean gets drunk from

 Lor:

RIGHT?

 Lor:

and this is such a GRUESOME way to kill him

 Mace:

 YEP

 Lor:

Sammy, please go get a tetanus shot

 Mace:

 lookit them

 Lor:

YES

 Mace:

 Deans face when he sees the headless body

 Lor:

"that's a little reckless doncha think?"

 Lor:

YES

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

omg it's THIS SCENE

 Mace:

YES

 Mace:

UGH

I’M NOT CRYING YOU ARE

 Lor:

NOPE IT'S YOU

 Mace:

YOU

 Mace:

 but also HOT

 Lor:

the way Sam doesn't catch on right away

 Mace:

Dean teaching car stuff

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

OMG DEAN'S PROFILE THERE

 Lor:

YAAAAAS

 Mace:

YES

 Mace:

 oh Sam’s face when he does get it

 Lor:

"you should know how to fix it. you're going to need to know these things for the future"

 Lor:

YAAAAS

 Mace:

 YAAAAS

 Lor:

and Dean's face when Sam takes it

 Mace:

YES

 Mace:

 damn

 Lor:

SITTING ON THE GREEN COOLER

 Lor:

"put your shoulder into it"

 Mace:

 YAAASS

 Lor:

I LOVE HIM

 Lor:

aaaaaah it's the Christmas one next. I LOVE THAT ONE

 Mace:

 WOOOOT

[foulserpent]

very curious to see how you'd approach fixing the bard's college questline!

heres just off the top of my head. im thinking it has a somewhat comedic (but not outright 100% silly) tone and be really focused on the role of story and song as a chronicle of history. 

the dragonborn joins the college, only to find theyre mostly there to be hired muscle and to help train a more promising bard apprentice by being a muse for their songs- you do the college’s busywork, and they try to write inspiring music about it. 

the apprentice bard is deeply enamored with skyrim’s bardic history and the roles of bards in battle and politics. and they dont like you very much and make scathing passive aggressive songs about you, just bc that would be funny. depending on your choices  they might eventually grow more friendly with you but should never give you the hero treatment. 

the fetch quests for instruments can still be there, but the intent is to play up the humor of the situation (youre hired muscle and this bard who thinks you suck is writing scathing songs about your performance) and diversify the situations a bit

finn’s lute: the lute was stolen by some bandits, one of whom is making bank going from town to town with it as a bard. theyre a charming thief and have a way with words, and no ones gonna side with you over him. he’s very weak and not much of a fight, but hangs out in busy taverns and it will be VERY hard to kil or steal from him and get away with it. you have options as to how to deal with this, including murder, theft, doing him a “favor” (stealing something else for him of greater value as a trade or maybe resolving a conflict with the other bandits), etc. none of the options are particularly glorious and your partner writes a song about the mighty hero begrudgingly making shady deals with a twinkish thief in a tavern. 

panteas flute: a necromancer stole a flute, and now theres whispers of strange music and sounds of revelry in the marshes at night... this is bc the necromancer HAS actually enchanted it to ‘make the dead dance’. you find them in a grove, at the remains of what looks to be some wild bacchic revelry where all the people are dead except for the necromancer. they play the flute, which reanimates the corpses in waves, with some of them attacking you and some just dancing. your partner watches from a safe vantage point and commentates on your performance. 

rjorn’s drum: i dont really remember doing this one ingame. basic summary is ‘find lost drum of a 2nd era battle drummer (who turns out to have been lured to his death in this cairn by a powerful draugr lord) which i think could be interesting.. i guess it would be cool if it could bring the historical element into it more , like we learn about what a battle drummer was. might be corny but it also might be fun if during the boss battle, the ghost of rjorn manifests and plays a warsong that gives you advantage in the battle. your partner joins in

the “tending the flames” quest comes AFTERWORDS and is the grand culmination of events. id want it to be very much steeped in history and kind of exploring the role of the bard in nordic culture. we NEED to be able to read more of the poetic edda since its like, the bardic history of skyrim. 

i think it would be interesting if the ghost of the bard svaknir (who accompanies you) uses the Voice in song form, which im not sure if thats technically just a headcanon or not but it would be really interesting. he definitely should be singing AND fighting (instead of just fighting and yelling) but you cant actually talk to him or get him to tell you the verses. 

once you recover the verse, viarmo is like “god damnit this is barely intact. UGH. come see me later” as-is ingame and the quest is on hold. and this bit might be stupid but here me out:

at this point, you can wait a few days and get a summons to return to the college and complete the quest as normal. but youll hear rumors like “theyre saying that something happened at dragonsreach.. that big dragon skull is gone!!” it adds a miscellaneous quest. 

you go investigate, and theres a big fucking hole in the walls where numinex’s skull used to be. a guard was like “damndest thing. it just went FLYING!”, its implied that this was numinex being resurrected by alduin.

your partner, a devoted bard very interested in the college’s history, is like “HOLY SHIT LETS GO FIND NUMINEX TO HEAR THE STORY STRAIGHT FROM HIM!!!” theyre really enthusiastic about this as a way to both learn this mysterious segment of history and as a more dignified way to save the verses than “making shit up”. you can choose to accept this or to go “no way lol” and just complete the quest as normal by making up new verses. (choosing to visit numinex will gain your partners approval, choosing not to will make them think youre lame)

if you accept, your partner is like “hmmm well all the stories say numinex roosted on mount anthor. lets check there”. you go there, he’s there, but not quite himself. he’ll be willing to talk with you, though very rude. he doesnt care that much about the silly little human festival, but he’s really quite lonely, lamenting about his imprisonment and eager to tarnish the reputation of the foul nord that captured him. one way or the other, you can get his side of the story in order to truly restore the poetic edda. you can go through this without him becoming hostile, and afterwords he can be found here or at the throat of the world, chatting with paarthurnax

either way, the ending is similar- you can tell the story as numinex told it, or you can make shit up like you do ingame. the festival is a success, and the bards college starts treating you like an actual bard. you can now actually play instruments, and earn money in little sidequests to perform at inns and at events and stuff, help write songs, etc.

maybe as a final little thing.. your partner asks you to accompany them to bard’s leap. if you do that, and you jump alongside them, theyll finally respect you . (just a bit) and they can be a permanent companion

[borom1r]

so again obviously this is far from comprehensive but here is my rough guide for converting Old English words (Wiktionary is your friend here, I also utilize this site) into sth that sounds like Rohanese:

(this post will be updated as I iron out my process)

Existing Breakdown:

Lohtûr "Horse-folk" (Rohanese) > Eohmenn (Old English)

eoh > war-horse, poetic use of horse; þēod > people, folk use Mann/Menn instead, þēod implies “nation” while “Menn” implies “folk” 

Tudnas “guard” breaks down into tud “to watch, to guard” + nas “people,” which is perhaps a cognate for the Riders, and would imply then that nas aligns with þēod

Tud (verbal) then becomes weardian, meanwhile Thur (noun) is simply weard (Lord in Old English was hlafweard (bread guardian)) > breaks down into Tudnas “[He Who] Guards The People/Nation” and Thuron “Guard of (insert Rohanese word for bread; likely ending in -on).”

However, instead of using weardian, to keep consistency we'll use scildan/sċildend to match the S > D/T alignment created by Smaug. Scildan means both "to protect" and "to shield"

(above implies that Thur should not have an H; this would also align with Tûrac. Possibly closer to ð/Dh than þ/Th when vocalized?)

Tûrac "king"

Neologically, utilizing -ac as a regal suffix (Tûr “people” + -ac “leader(?)”)

This is why I'm not bothering to provide a direct translation into Old English, though I've utilized it in place of "Brego" for Théodred's steed — Brego developed from proto-Germanic breguz (“the first, premier, chief”), which would make sense since Tûr is an existing element in other words

It therefore suggests -ac may be a superlative suffix, making Tûrac translate literally to "best/first of the people"

Tûca “daring” > spearciġ “spunky”

This implies -a is the Rohanese equivalent to modern English -y/Old English -iġ for forming adjectives

(Yes I played fast and loose with this translation don’t @ me. I’m trying to be consistent and ‘spunk’ is a combination of ‘spark’ + ‘funk.’ So there you go.)

Maur “wise” > læred “learned”

Utilizing "læred" instead of the more direct "wis" simply to avoid complications with Rôg/Wose

Kûd “hole” > Hol; dûk “dwell” > setlan “settle”

This implies that -an is an agentive suffix. Dûk "dwell" > Dûkan "dweller"

Kastu "mathom" > heord "herd"

Kastu is interesting because it’s a Rohanese word for Mathom, which is itself a word Tolkien invented, pulled from māþum (treasure, object of value)

I don’t think it makes a ton of sense for the Rohanese word to directly parallel the Hobbit sense of the word; I would argue it should be closer to Feoh, which means both wealth and livestock — an important thing with societal value less directly tangible than money, I.E. either a general term for livestock or more likely a term for either wild herds of horses or Mearas?? Things to consider.

Utilizing heord as it ties in with Feoh's idea of livestock without the dual meaning of the rune-name, and it maintains the H > K pattern

Lôhgrad > Riddermark

While Lôhgrad gets translated to Riddermark, I’d argue that makes little sense as mearc was generally used in the sense of boundary/limit, not land/country/etc.— however, I also think it’s the least clunky way to translate it while still sounding punchy (Ridderlond doesn’t have the same ring to it lol). I’d still propose that “G” actually remains unchanged; “grad” > “græsmolde”/grasslands. So if you’re looking for a more wordy translation, as this is pretty common with place names (and surnames), it would become “Riders’ Grasslands/Plains” instead of “Riders’ Boundary”

Trâgu > Smaug

this has the best direct translation line; thank you Tolkien Gateway for confirming Smaug is an old Norse word meaning “crafty.”

Younger Futhark does not have a D rune, so it’s likely that S could lead to either D or T in Rohanese (which implies an interchangeability between the two letters; this holds consistent with Germanic languages)

Rôg > Wose

another one that makes my life very easy, since Wose is also already a real Middle English word and its first consonant doesn’t change in Old English (wāse). Yay.

Trahan > Smial/burrow

Trahan can be used as a word for Smial but it’s more likely used in Rohanese as an actual burrow, I.E. an animal’s lair.

thankfully, the Anglo-Saxon word smygel does, indeed, mean “burrow”/”place to creep through” which maintains the S > T trend. Fuck yes.

Roughly (Old English > Rohanese):

(H)E > L (only for initial Es)

Th > N

L > M

H(o) > K(û)

S > T/D (Sm > Tr)

G > G

W > R

C > D

Construction Notes:

“oh” sounds generally change to long “u” sounds when following a hard consonant (D, T, G, K, etc.)

Remains “o” following soft consonants (Loho vs Eoh)

“A” sounds seem to be richer when following a soft consonant (I.E. M/N, L, H, Th), for lack of a better term — “æ” (pronounced like the “A” in ash or camp) becomes “au”

“A” remains as æ following G(r), presumably holds true for D/T/etc

 (long A) replaces english “au” following T(r); implies a consistent lengthening following hard consonants

Rohanese possibly adds an “o” to soft consonants at the end of words (h, th); see “Loho” (horse) versus “Lohtûr” (horse-folk)

Adds a“u” following hard consonants? (Trâgu, Kastu)

Adjectival suffix of "-a" (Tûca) — compare to modern English “-y”

Seems to treat “Th” at the start of the word as a hard consonant closer to Eth/”D”

“E” in English tends to lengthen to “A” or “O” in Rohanese, while “O” tends to lengthen to “U” or “Ô.” Due to lack of direct evidence, I've decided I/Y will lengthen to "Â."

Ignoring initial “H” sound in Old English when dealing with (H)eo; treated as E > L

C in Rohanese treated the same as the Anglo-Saxon Cēn rune (pronounced as "ch" before a vowel, or as "k" after)

Utilizing the A-stem neuter Old English plural system

Nominative/Accusative: -u

Genitive: -a

Dative: -um

Word ends in a consonant? Add as a suffix (Tudnas > Tudnasu). Word ends in a vowel? Convert the vowel (Loho > Lohu). If it ends in a “U,” simply lengthen it (Kastu > Kastû).

Agentive suffix of -an (as implied by dûkan; compare to modern English -er/Old English -ere)

Utilizing the Old English possessive suffix -es, converted to "-os" in Rohanese

Could possibly use the Old Norse concrete suffix -oþ, converted as "-un" (used to make concrete nouns from verbs, I.E. "to hunt, huntian" versus "a hunt, huntoþ")

Utilizing Old English diminutive -can, converted as -cen (confirming e as a possible vowel considering “Mearas,” though it seems to be uncommon)

Generally using Old Norse pronouns, since they tend to have a harsher sound than Old English, which I prefer for Rohanese

Using -a as a nominative verb ending (I.E. “ik dûka” -> “I dwell”)

Utilizing Old English -lic, converted as -mak (adjectival suffix meaning "having the form of," comparable to modern English -ly)

So, for an example of this in action:

Sōðe lufu “true love” > Sōðe heorte “true heart” > Dûno lauh’dûkanu > “true-beloveds”

Sōðe “true” > Dûno (initial consonant change + vowel lengthening rules, chose N for personal euphonics)

Heorte “heart” > Lauho

Lauh’dûkanu > compound of Lauho + dûkan + plural nominative-accusative suffix -u > “heart-dwellers” (you don't NEED the apostrophe but I think it looks better; personal choice)

(Note how close “heart” Lauho + “horse” Loho are lol; unintentional but fitting for the Rohirrim)

ok it’s nowhere near comprehensive considering the lack of material we have to work with, but would anyone be interested in my notes on reverse-engineering Rohanese words??

*edit: “actual” Rohanese not just the old English “translations” that get passed off as Rohanese 95% of the time

[vyeoh]

this is your chance: wax poetic about an Empires or DSMP character of your choice to a fan who is new to both. Explain why I should love them. I need guidance in this new and meme-populated land.

okok this is a lot of pressure haha. Spoilers for EmpiresSMP and DreamSMP below, obviously. I wrote a lot so prepare yourself, anon

I watch a lot of empires POVs but the ones I most anticipate every week are Scott and Sausage.

c!Scott (I'll call him Smajor for the sake of simplicity) starts off the series chilling, not really getting involved with the rest of the server, and staying aggressively neutral. After all, he's an elf. He has lived far longer than most of the other rulers already, and will most likely outlive them for many years. So, the best thing is to stick to his mountains and not get invested in the dealings of mortal affairs, maybe sometimes causing problems on purpose and dipping because what's life without a little spice right.

But then, this demon comes to the server, Xornoth. He's going around causing havoc and wants to send the world into an eternal winter, but he doesn't bother the kingdom of Rivendell much so Smajor stays tentatively cautious but ultimately unbothered. But then, the puzzle pieces start falling together. The first thing that the audience noticed was was Xornoth sounded like Smajor, but we mostly thought that this was just due to cc!Scott voicing both of them and there was nothing more to it. However, then, the people the demon starts possessing start chanting in elvish. The demon hates mortals, and the elves are conveniently one of the two confirmed not fully mortal races in Empires.

This culminates when Smajor stumbles across a cave that contains the backstory of the patron god of Rivendell, Aeor. Basically, there's two opposing forces, Aeor and Exor, and both have a champion. In a previous life, those champions were two brothers, where Aeor eventually prevailed and banished Exor. In this life though, the champions are - you guessed it - Smajor, and the demon Xornoth.

So now Smajor is like. Well fuck. It's my literal god-given destiny to be responsible for defeating this demon who is technically my brother, and if I fail the server gets plunged into an eternal winter. And I have no fucking clue what is happening because I've just been here on this mountain actively trying to stay out of the issues outside my kingdom. We watch him panic and teeter on the verge of spiraling for an entire episode, and when the followers of Xornoth go to the End to kill the dragon, releasing Xornoth's full powers, he fails to stop him. Smajor is a character who was used to being the smart one, the prepared one, the one who has the least deaths on the server. But he's also a character who runs away from his problems and ignores them. Before and during the dragon fight, we hear the desperation in his voice, as he's thrown into a situation he is wholly unprepared for, and it's bigger than him going to the Cod Empire to kill their king, or assisting in other people's plans to kill the codfather. He can't run from this. cc!Scott plays this scene so well as well, as I've said before, one of the best parts of Scott's acting is how he's never super dramatic, but he's so effective in the little things like inflection to make you feel, viscerally, the panic and dread.

So after the dragon fight, Smajor realizes, I can't do this on my own. I've tried and failed. So he gets allies. We watch him, someone who has so strongly been an isolationist, learn the benefits of allies and watch him learn to trust others and watch him learn how to get that trust in return.

My favorite thing about Smajor's characterization is that he's an incompetent protagonist, but not in the way of the "plucky young adventurer". He's capable skill-wise, and fairly jaded and very pessimistic. However, his issue is that up until recently, he did not care about the rest of the server at all, and by the time he learned to, it was way too late.

Also, in 3rd Life, cc!Scott and cc!Jimmy were canonically married and they reference it sometimes in Empires. Like, Scott goes over to the Cod Empire every so often both in and out of character to kill and/or flirt with Jimmy, the ruler of the Cod Empire, which may develop as a secondary plot into the future who knows. So ty Scott for giving the gays what they want o7

Now onto Sausage: his is a story of Icarus, his hubris and ambition being his downfall. He's one of the two followers of Xornoth, who promised him endless power in exchange for his servitude. He started the series being eccentric, but not outright unhinged, but slowly gets more and more extreme as the series progresses, as he gets brought more and more to Xornoth's side.

One of the best parts of Sausage's character, in my opinion, is how his gradual corruption affects the people around him. Initially, he got into a conflict with the Cod Empire and was allied with two other people in the Witherrose alliance. They were allies, but also close friends. The fandom liked to joke that the three had sibling energy, and I'm pretty sure the ccs played to that even more lol.

It was painful to watch the other two members, Gem and fWhip, watch Sausage get corrupted right in front of them, and see them desperately clinging on to this old idea of Sausage in their head because if they faced the truth, it would mean that their friend was gone. Eventually, they do finally cut him out of the alliance, leading him to fully commit to the side of the demon. Sausage felt very clearly betrayed by this, and declared the remaining two Witherrose alliance members to be enemies.

He gets more and more possessed, and we even see the other Empires, his enemies even, slowly realize that something is very wrong with the ruler of Mythland. He starts doing more and more evil things, like killing people more, making sacrifices to the demon, and eventually helping to kill the dragon to free Xornoth. So things are good for Sausage, for a bit. He won, and is more powerful than ever. Then he finds out: he's going to die. Xornoth's possession is slowly killing his soul, and eventually, his body going to be fully taken over and he himself is going to be trapped in the spirit realm. So how do you react to this? Over the next few episodes, we watch Sausage struggle between "the demon is literally killing me" and "the demon has given me so much, and I love it", all while Xornoth takes over more and more of him. We hear him exclaim that "don't worry!! I'm still about 15% there!" while trying to downplay every time Xornoth completely takes over his body. We watch him willingly oppose anyone who is trying to end the thing that is killing him.

My favorite thing about Sausage is that he is undoubtedly evil and proud of it, but he's also undoubtedly human. If you like to watch evil characters go absolutely feral, he's the guy for you. He makes the deal with Xornoth in the beginning, knowing and fully embracing the evilness of the demon, but at the same time he knows what he's doing is detrimental to both himself and everyone around him, but he's gotten in way too deep at this point, and to be fair the demon has held up its end fo the bargain, right?

Also, I would be damned if I don't talk about cc!Sausage's editing. Every one of his videos is like a movie. The way he does camera angles and uses music is so skillful- every lore scene feels like something out of a high fantasy action saga (think: LotR). Every big lore event I always wait in anticipation for Sausage's ep because his editing truly takes lore to another level.

I'm just generally very excited to see where this series goes. Empires is such a good mix of talented builders and good lore. Part of the reason why the series is so immersive for me, beyond any other lore smp, is that they have the settings to back it up. There is a certain charm to the DreamSMP's objectively terrible builds (with a few exceptions) but in Empires, the settings help sell the plot so much.

Another part of why I love EmpiresSMP is how much the ccs are involved with the fan community. I'm sure you've seen the memes about Scott being on tumblr, and Sausage regularly goes through the EmpiresSMP fanart tag on Twitter and likes art, even ones not related to Mythland. Most of the ccs, in fact, have brought up tumblr content on stream at some point or another. Like, several ccs have said that they read tumblr lore theories and hcs and stuff and sometimes take inspiration from them. Fun fact: Rivendell's church was inspired by my pinned drawing; confirmed by Scott Smajor himself. It's just such a good cycle of ccs and fans being excited about each other.

As for DreamSMP, I'm gonna be honest here, the only person I really am invested in in Technoblade. I started watching when he joined the server, and he's the only person whose lore I keep up to date with.

Techno's fun to watch because he's like the Deadpool of DreamSMP. Virtually unkillable, very skilled and scary, but consistently cracks jokes and breaks the 4th wall during plot. His POV is just fun. Like, he does wild plans and gives speeches and some of the stuff that happens to him should be called deus ex machine if it wasn't for the fact that Technoblade is the one who's doing it, and all the stuff is grounded in the fact that cc!Techno is just that good at the game.

However, the fact that he rarely takes anything seriously makes the few times Techno is 100% serious so much more impactful. His whole character has a basis in being perceived as inhuman and being treated as such, and therefore in return trying to hide his humanity. So, when he shows that humanity, whether that's fear, anger, or genuine love for his friends, it really makes you go "oh shit."

Techno's often said not to have character development, but I'd argue that while he remains steadfast in his moral code, he develops leaps and bounds as a person. Like, at the beginning, he's brought onto the server to help Wilbur and Tommy overthrow a government; them knowing he's 1) an anarchist and 2) very very powerful. His character was more of a plot device at that point and was treated as such in the canon. Wilbur and Tommy straight-up lie to him about their plans to establish another government after they overthrow the current one, while he was led on to believe that they were abolishing all governments in the area. But he isn't a plot device. He's a person, as much as he only shows the terrifying, blood god side of himself.

After the establishment of New Lmanburg (the new government its a long story), his friend Phil joins. And for the first time, we see him be fully human with someone and we see someone treat him like a human. Like, we saw glimpses before, with Wilbur and Tommy in Pogtopia, but Phil is the first person we noticeably see he trusts 100%. Then Doomsday happens, and Techno essentially retires to the tundra. During this time, we see Techno learn to be more human, first with Ranboo, then Niki when he establishes the Syndicate. In fact, the two of them, along with Phil, canonically throw him a birthday party, which is a far cry from his treatment in Pogtopia.

Techno's development is one of a god learning to be human, and I just think he <3

[cracker-box-palace]

Hey:)

So I’ve been obsessed with Simon and Garfunkel lately and I thought I’d write something really stupid about it

I’ve been debating whether or not to post it so this might just sit and rot in my drafts lol

Also it might not be exactly chronologically accurate…both songs mentioned were released in 65-66 and I imagined this as late 64 but who cares do what you want🤣🤣 and the two songs weren’t on the same record until their Greatest Hits album in 1972 or 73 or something 🤣 truth is I made a few mistakes and was too lazy to correct them sooo

Oh and it kinda sounds like I started in the middle which I kinda did I guess I’m just too lazy to try and come up with a beginning so you can come up with your own if you like.

I should probably branch out to fill up my masterlist since I have like a million George fics and none about John or Ringo but

I cant help it he’s just so fucking hot 🥵 🥵🥵

So without further adieu, my million-and-oneth George Harrison fanfic and probably the worst so far:

Just to dance with you

Summary: One of your favourite songs is playing, and you are surprised and delighted to see that George shares your taste in music.

I reached beside me and turned the knob on the record player towards my body, amplifying the melodious sounds so that every low note vibrated in my ears and the words drowned out everything else; everything I felt, everything I heard, everything I knew, was now lost to the song. And I let go of it all willingly.

“A winters day,

“A winters day,

In a deep and dark December,

I am alone,

Gazing from my window, to the streets below,

On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow,”

How poetic, how seamlessly those beautiful words flowed and weaved together, creating a glorious tapestry that wrapped around me and comforted me like nothing else could. The chorus pounded out of the speakers, and I couldn’t have stopped myself from singing along to the enchanting words even if I wanted to.

“I am a rock,

I am an island,”

The guitar ringed through my ears, and my feet tapped almost involuntarily on the floor along with my fingers, tapping on the couch. There was nowhere on earth I would have rather been at that very moment than there. No where else I needed to be.

The music wafted from the speakers, and the words I knew so well fell from my mouth with it.

It turned out I may not have been as enthralled as I had thought.

As soon as the words began once more, I not so much heard as I did sense another voice. Not the high and low melodies of the genius singers, no, though it was just as beautiful. The voice was deeper, and it sounded so much closer than what was coming from the player. It sounded real.

“I’ve built walls,

A fortress deep and mighty,”

My singing quieted, and my eyes reluctantly opened. Sitting in the tightly stuffed armchair by the opposite end of the couch was a familiar man, wearing a warm, genuine and toothy smile as his lips moved along with the words. His eyes gazed at me, crinkled in the corners from his breathtaking grin. Despite their deep darkness, they sparkled with life and happiness. Instead of stopping like I had when I felt his eyes on me, his melodic singing only grew louder, harmonizing effortlessly with the other two. I didn’t even know he liked that kind of music, and when I realized that it most likely made him feel the same way I did, my stomach fluttered with butterflies. To my utter surprise, he began to move his broad shoulders ever so slightly to the beat and his feet tapped along with mine.

He pumped his eyebrows, as if urging me to keep singing, and I happily did so. I would have shuttered at the very thought of doing something like that with anyone else, but George had an air about him that made it very hard to be uncomfortable when in his presence.

“That none may penetrate,

I have no need of friendship, friendship causes pain,”

We sang along, belting the words as if the only two people in the world. We bounced in our seats, bobbing our heads and not breaking eye contact. As the music amplified and sped up, building up to the energetic chorus once more, he jumped to his feet and strode towards me. I sat up in my seat, eager to see what he was up to. When he reached me, still smiling goofily and bouncing to the music, he held out one outstretched arm to me. His open hand invited me to place my own in its grasp, and his eyes made it hard to deny. He tilted his head to the side, that smile growing sheepishly crooked. I grinned even wider, and placed my small hand in his larger one. It instantly tightened around me, and pulled me up effortlessly to my feet. I let out a breathy laugh that neither of us could hear over the blaring music, and he did the same, throwing his head back and taking my free hand with his other one.

“It’s laughter and it’s loving I distain,”

We jumped around freely on the floor, twisting and moving with each other as our voices played happily with one another. His strong grasp on my hands was warming and sent bolts of excitement up my arms, and I was sure it was doing the same to him.

“I am a rock, I am an island,”

We sang so loud we were almost yelling, dominating the speakers with our own voices, which only made us laugh harder. We danced together, neither of us knowing exactly how to dance but dancing all the same. At the small instrumental break that was arguably my favourite part of the entire song, he let go of one of my hands, and raised the other above his head, and I twirled beneath it. Once, twice, my head began to spin with dizziness but I couldn’t have cared less. I clumsily fell back into him, and he was more than happy to take me in his hold and steady me as I re-established my balance. We both smiled goofily and sheepishly, but as the third verse began we sang along with it, resuming our dancing.

“Don’t talk of love,

Well I’ve heard the word before,

It’s sleeping in my memories,”

His voice was steadily getting louder and more enthusiastic, ringing through the room. If I closed my eyes, which I didn’t dare do with so much to take in, I could imagine being in a crowded auditorium with the cheery but still somewhat dark themes of the song touching every nerve ending in my body. I no longer felt as if I was dancing to the music, but as if the music was dancing to me. To us. Every step, every movement felt so right, even though neither of us had any idea what we were doing.

“I won’t disturb the slumber,

Of feelings that have died,

If I never loved, I never will have cried,”

“I am a rock!”

We bellowed, twirling and prancing about the carpeted floor wearing identical, wide and goofy smiles.

“I am an island!”

As the cheery music began to fade, our breathy laughs and heavy footsteps began to grow louder. At the final chord of the song, as if it had been planned and practiced for months, George let go of my one hand and wrapped his arm around my back, placing it lightly on my waist. I had to admit, the feeling was incredibly pleasant.

He twisted me around with his other hand and I fell backwards into the crook of his waiting arm. As he drifted lower and lower to the ground and his glowing face neared my own, his stormy eyes aglow with happiness, one of my feet lifted off the ground. I tilted my head backwards and felt his arm strain to hold me. That crunchy, electric silence of a record player in between songs filled my ears as the next song readied to play, and in the silence I heard both our heaving breath.

Then, I tipped to the side as his hand slipped on my waist. He gasped audibly as I tumbled from his hold and landed on my hip on the padded floor. I couldn’t help but yelp a bit at the surprise, but it really didn’t hurt at all.

He slapped a hand over his mouth and his eyes widened, but I couldn’t help but curl up and begin to laugh. When he saw that he had not hurt me, I saw his cheeks crinkle behind his hand and a tuft of hair blew up off his forehead with his relieved sigh. He lowered his hand and opened his mouth wide, his perfect teeth parting as he threw his head back in embarrassed laughter.

After a few moments of hearty laughter and that distinct silence of a record player between songs, he held out a generous hand to me and I graciously took it. His fingers instantly wrapped around it, readying to pull me up.

I came to my feet with the help of George, and when I was upright again the distinct finger-picking beginning of the next song drifted through the air. It was beautiful; slow, yet still flowing perfectly seamless with the upbeat undertones every song like this contained. George saw the look on my face as I instantly recognized the song as another one of my favourites, and I saw the almost identical one on his. He took his hand, which was still intertwined lovingly with my own, and raised it outwards towards my shoulder. He placed his other hand tentatively on my waist once more, and when he saw my electrified reaction he tightened it and pulled me in closer so my chest was pressed up against his. He looked down into my eyes and I gazed back up into his, his lips tilting upwards on one side of his mouth.

“Are you going to Scarborough Fair?”

Inquired the harmonic voices. This time we did not sing along, as I was not entirely sure of the lyrics, but I could hear the low vibrations of George’s humming, matching the pitches and harmonies of the voices so naturally it sounded like he had been rehearsing with them for years.

We swayed side to side the entire song, basking in our closeness and living entirely in the moment. Nothing mattered, and nothing would ever matter, except this song, this wonderful moment in time that neither of us would have ever traded.

As the song slowly crawled to it’s climax, the countless voices became ever so slightly louder and more layered as they each chanted their poetic lines like a soothing mantra. The music was no more upbeat, but gave the impression with the growing volume and amplifying voices. We each hummed to one part, and he raised his arm to twirl me around like he had before. This time, I spun slower, and more gracefully, my skirt billowing out around me and brushing against his legs. Around and around I went, somehow never dizzying and not being able to wipe the warm smile from my face.

“Remember me to one who lives there,”

We stepped in perfect sync around the room, his graceful steps backwards matching perfectly with my foreword ones, his exhales flawlessly with my deep inhales.

“She once was a true love of mine,”

The last echoes of the beautiful ballad ringed and danced about us, and I could swear I saw his beautiful lips mouthing to the words. The song steadily grew quieter and quieter until it was but a ghost, a quiet shadow creeping about our minds and through our ears. The unique silence replaced it once more, and still we danced and waltzed to it as if it had its own distinct rhythm. And then, as the large disc ceased to spin and the needle no longer moved along its magic grooves, we slowed to a stop.

@cidades-imortais thank you so much for all your kindness 🥰🥰

[cupidsintern]

the death of hyacinthus - pt. i

this is my old renaissance au with artist!billy and model!steve so enjoy lol

The light spills out onto the floor before the window, making the worn wood of the floor look bright again, like new. The light doesn't reach Steve though. Billy set up the scene like that on purpose, closer to the center of his studio. No direct light. He wants this to be lit like it's the beginning of twilight. In his head, Hyacinth dies at sunset.

The room is silent, has been for a while, other than birds outside the window, a breeze that made the window tap against itself lightly, and fabric shifting if Steve stirs from where he is at all, draped across this haphazard construction of pillows, blankets, and a bench.

That's the word Billy used; “drape”. When Steve got to the studio Billy was kicking pillows around on his little model platform, trying to get everything set up right, hardly even greeting Steve at all before launching into his explanation of how he wanted Steve to look.

“-and he’s dying, but he’s not dead yet,” Billy walked half a circle around the platform, hands out. “So Apollo would- damn-” A pillow fell over, he pushed it back up. “Would be here. So if you can just sort of drape yourself across right here-”

Steve was stripping off the last of his garments when Billy turned back around.

“Here?” Steve finished kicking his stockings off, crossed to step up onto the platform.

Billy swallowed, looking Steve in the eyes because at least it meant he wouldn't look down, slack jawed. “Yeah, that's- that’s perfect.” Steve was already settling in to sitting down, letting his head fall back against the seat of the bench, throat exposed.

The way he was sitting shifted his weight in his hips more; Billy tried to look critically. Not appreciatively. He shouldn’t be appreciating the son of the nobleman that had decided to be his patron. Not that Steve was even supposed to be modeling for him beyond the two portraits he’d already had done.

“Tip your knee down more,” Billy stepps back, takes in the composition.

Steve drops his knee.

“Turn your head towards me.”

Steve obliges. The line of his nose looks perfect at three quarters.

Billy stepps up to the platform again, pulls some of the fabric forward, lets it fall over Steve's legs more, over his groin- good. Less distracting. More poetic or something- and the line of his thighs beneath the fabric has just the heaviness Billy is looking for. He steps back again.

“What’s the myth again?” Steve’s jaw gains definition when he speaks with his head at this angle.

“The Death of Hyacinthus.”

“I know that part.” Steve rolls his hand a little. “The part before that. How does he die?”

“He- hang on.” Billy steps close again to push things around, make the lines right. “The wind- Zephyr- gets jealous of his beauty. Apollo throws a discus, and Zephyr pushes it off course, so it knocks Hyacinth in the head. Apollo holds him while he dies.” Billy says it all matter-of-factly. He's trying not to get distracted. He picks up Steve's arm to tilt back towards him a little. His skin is warm like the sunlight staining the floor.

“That's sad.” Steve says. His arm feels relaxed in Billy’s grip. “Weren't they close? Apollo and Hyacinth.”

Billy feels a familiar warmth at his neck of this topic. This thing that always comes up when he and Steve are alone. “They were lovers.”

Steve doesn't say anything back to that.

Billy gets the composition mostly how he wants it- and he’ll probably try Steve in a couple different poses, this is only for sketching. He takes ages deciding where to set up to actually draw it- Steve makes fun of him. Billy says he’s not the one naked on a pile of old curtains. That makes Steve laugh. His stomach flexes a little when he laughs.

Billy's glad Steve can be part of his process now.

He gets some general gestures down on paper. He really nails the angle of Steve’s throat- which he's proud of. He needs the arch of the thing to be perfect. And he gets the general idea of Steve's features down quick- he’s drawn Steve's face maybe a thousand times by now. The way his arm falls is tricky- he’ll come back to that in a bit.

“Billy.”

Billy looks up at Steve’s voice. He’s sat up a little, something short of coy in his eyes. “I’m cold.” “You’re cold.” Billy says back to him. Because he never does what Steve implies. Only what Steve says.

“Yeah, like you said- I’m bare ass naked on a pile of curtains.”

“Your calling.”

Steve laughs again. “Do you think we could close the door?”

“We?”

“You. Can you close the door.”

“Who’s the revered artist here?”

“Who’s the patron?”

Billy rolls his eyes, but he drops his chalk into the lip of his easel anyway, walks to pull the door to his studio shut, separating them from the rest of the house. Steve left it open in the first place.

“You’re not my patron.” Billy says when he gets back, picks up to start drawing again.

“I’m close.” Steve only sounds a little superior.

He’s right. He is close to being Billy's patron. He recommended Billy to his family, he talked up Billy’s version of the pieta, he introduced Billy to the Influentials of Florence, got him this nice new studio, set up in one of the family houses. He was only a little superior about it.

Mostly he was nice.

Nice to Billy. Excited about the things he drew, always asking him what he was working on.

Asked to sit for him once, twice, how many more times, he was part of the process now.

This might be what having a muse was, if Billy believed in things like having muses.

Steve scratches the back of his calf with a foot, then sets his legs back down.

“I’m surprised you don’t get bored doing this.” Billy cracks two of the knuckles on his drawing hand, shakes out his wrist. He’s only prying a little.

“I like watching you work,” comes Steve's easy reply.

“Still.” Billy smudges at a stray line with his thumb. “You’re always fidgety at dinners and shit. Not here.”

“Dinners are boring.” Steve sighs.

He had expressed that sentiment before. That he found Billy much more interesting than anything his family ever did. That he’d trade his infinite wealth for the virve Billy so possessed. Only he didn't say it like that. He said “I’d trade all of this shit for whatever makes your art so beautiful.”

And Billy said “You wouldn't want to. Trust me.”

Billy, having seared the image of Steve into his brain by now, was adding more definition in places, really letting his focus slide out of his head.

And it’s quiet for a bit. Billy doesn't notice when the silence breaks- the sound of shifting fabric, bare feet on wood floor-

“Shit, that’s really good.” Steve's voice startles Billy a little, but he doesn’t let it show. Just turns a little abruptly to find Steve leaning over his shoulder.

“Looks just like me.” Steve continued, hovering his fingertips over Billy's rendition of his nose.

“You don’t have to sound so impressed every time.” Billy rolled his eyes, pushing Steve’s hand away.

“Oh, excuse me for showing some enthusiasm.” Steve hummed another laugh, still looking at the paper. He traced a finger absentmindedly down his own flesh-and-blood nose, marveling at the likeness.

Billy couldn't focus enough to continue with Steve so close. Not like he’d never seen Steve in next to nothing before. But this was really and truly nothing. And even naked as the day he was born Steve exuded wealth in just the way he stood. Like clothes were nothing but decoration on something already… beautiful.

“Can you go back to your spot, please?” Billy got out, looking away like he was annoyed.

Steve just smiled at him before padding back to his platform, throwing the fabric back over his legs.

But now the composition was wrong-

“So,” Steve’s voice carried across the sun-soaked chambers. “Why Hyacinth?”

“What do you mean.” Billy was trying desperately to collect his thoughts.

“I mean, he’s dating a god, right? Why him? What's so special about him.”

“He’s beautiful.”

“And?”

“Well, I mean, he’s a Spartan prince, he’s legendary. Apollo doesn't even really pick him. Hyacinth has, like, a bunch of people to choose from. He picks Apollo.”

Billy can’t draw like this, especially since Steve fucked up the composition- probably on purpose.

Billy gets up with an unintentional little huff and gets close to Steve again, has to adjust his legs again, avoid staring at the pinks that dust Steve’s everywhere-

“You draw me a lot.” Steve interrupts Billy’s train of thought.

Billy looks up, holding Steve’s wrist like it was his own. “You sit for me a lot-”

“What's your favorite part to draw?”

Billy’s breathing feels thicker, like his throat is coated in honey, sweet but hard to breathe. “Of you?” “Yeah.”

“Your nose.” Billy says easily, because it's safe to say.

Steve smiles. “You've said that before.”

“It's true.” Billy prepares to turn away again, to tell Steve they should get more done while there's still daylight.

Steve’s fingers hook against the palm of Billy's hand. This is playing with fire.

Steve lifts Billy's hand up, touches it to the bridge of his nose.

He can feel the sharp bone under his forefinger.

“Where else?”

Billy inhales. It's a feat. “Your jaw.”

Steve pulls Billy's hand down his cheek to touch his jawline. They’ve been avoiding this forever,

“And?” Cliche game of cat and mouse. Right now, Billy’s the mouse.

“Your shoulders.” Billy watches Steve drag his hand down his perfect neck to the slope of his perfect shoulders. “Steve.”

“Billy.” Steve mocks Billy’s warning tone just a little. “Come on, what else?”

Billy swallows again. He doesn't respond he just lets his hand wander lower, lower, down his chest, to his stomach-

Billy stops his hand, pushes back against Steve’s. “I’ve never drawn you nude, if that's what you’re implying.”

“Maybe you should.” Steve’s finger’s slide up Billy's forearm to hook under the edge of his rolled up sleeve.

“I’d need a couple different references...” Billy trails off. He knows Steve is about to kiss him.

It’s still delicious when he does. No number of days, weeks, waiting for one of them to make a move, of thinking what that move would be, what it would feel like, would have prepared Billy for the spit-sweet taste of a first kiss in the late afternoon.

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i might do a part ii or just leave it like this lol

[chokchokk]

nora bug omg !!! i already talked to you in priv but i still wanted to add some insight and show appreciation to your reblog <33

he's such a bitch, and i can actually hear this coming from him oh god

REAL. he's a bitch he's my bitch, my bitchboy, he's my little bitchy bitchb-

NO- *head in hands* .................I can't do this rn. he......he's getting off to the memory...............I'm a mess

tbh!!!!!! i thought it would be so awkward to have like.... two parallel sex scenes? like not sex but just two things happen at once but i hope i could do it semi-elegantly??

the hope this must've given him.... he's mentioned wanting to experience these things with her, even if they were to happen only once. but I feel like finally getting what he wanted, and realising that it would never happen again is so much worse than going without it.

yeahhhhhhhh this. it was definitely not planned for it to be a main theme for this fic, but yeah- the conflict between the wooyoung's two biggest wishes, wanting to love reader but love her more than she allows him to— mmmm. angsty.

the way her features contort, how her skin feels, what she sound like—not knowing about all of that is possibly the universe's way of having mercy on him, because the pain that comes with letting go of them is far worse than living with unrequited feelings.

and damn i already copy pasted this to you but like i'll say it again. damn. maybe you should write a fic like that cuz this is pure poetry daammnnn

heh

LMAOOOOO and then this. you lil cutiepie. pls.

people are so fucking DUMB and want to make me MAD- bitch he rocked your shit in his car on the side of a highway why the FUCK are you back with that dumb cunt

PLEASE SO ANGRYYYY

but yeah lol usually i tend to write a #relatable and #forgivable reader but while i do think reader has all ... the reasons she's still a dummy dumb lol <33 i think this is a fic for the people who relate to wooyo more than they are someone's best friend??? maybe.

giggling “I love you, Woo…” He’s so pathetic for thinking that you meant it. “I love you too, Y/N.” not giggling.

PHWHWHH i chortled that one was so funny pls!!!!!!!!!!

I'd say it's an unconscious way of protecting himself. he knows he'll never get what he wants, so drawing back is the one thing he can do to prevent yet another heartbreak.

yeth. that's all i gotta say. just instincts, being unused to what he just got to experience, ultimately pulling away because might have been overwhelmed by his own feelings? i don't know him that well tho so- ask him lol

I'm at a loss for words. when you can feel your heart shattering in someone's presence, but can't bear the thought of not having them by your side. it creates this bond that needs to be broken if either party wants to find happiness. it's suffocating, toxic, and takes a lot of courage to let go of.

while actions can do a lot, words usually settle the reality and wooyoung misspoke, and whatever he does now will only further make him travel down the past the road of only being best friends, if he doesn't decide to cut the ties, especially if what he's longing for isn't a dream scenario, but a memory, y'know

the last sentence was at least so so real, it is rlly toxic and in or getting out of it hurts, there's no way around the pain of it all;;

choy this was so beautiful...I already mentioned this but the one-sided love, the naivety of the other person, the lack of communication (perhaps out of fear of losing the other?), it's all portrayed so well. this is all so so real, which makes it even more heartbreaking. thank you so much for supplying us with this poetic masterpiece;; idk if I'm meant to jerk off or cry anymore.... (￣ω￣;)

i think it's why i used the tag "sexual tension", because being best friends usually should lighten the mood, and it would've, if wooyoung hadn't been trampled by his deepest desires which, ... yeah, is love, but a very specific kind thereof.

and POETIC MASTERPIECE pleaseeee ohhhh bug, i thank you so much;;;!! it means a lot lot lot to me nora, from the bottom of my heart <33

the fattest juiciest kiss on my 'pretty' brain??? well yh sign me tf up !!!!!!! lol don't feat on this fic, feast on me too yk !!!!!!!!!

𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎-𝚊𝚗𝚍-𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 | jung wooyoung x fem!reader

a one-sided (best) friends one night!wooyoung one-shot

"Why did you stop? Where are we?"

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 : At least the car didn’t fall and crash, right? That’s what Wooyoung wants to believe.

"Still needy, bestie?"

[ now playing : " bonnie & clyde " ▸ dean ]

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎 : angst, smut

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 : 3.2k

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𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝚜) : unreciprocated romantic feelings, sexual tension, best friends hooking up, one-night-stand, cabriolet-driving at night, open roof, illegal parking, making out, car sex; wooyoung masturbates to you, wooyoung’s present perspective/narrative, he's so horny and so in love, interactive?, at least quite confrontational

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𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 : aight um... i wrote this? in one heart-breakingly missing my hubba bubba daddy dean hours session. i skipped over the second verse out of length and plot purposes + the translations provided are like 80% mine and if not then from genius <33

always grateful for for your likes, reblogs and feedback xoxo!!!

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He looked at you, even though Wooyoung knew he shouldn't.

Right now, right now Could I tell you right now?

His eyes should have been on the road, his hands should have been on the steering wheel, and haha, his thoughts should have definitely been about your safety and not about how he wanted to either drive off a cliff or tear the clothes off your amazing fucking body, but you picked the second choice yourself anyway, didn’t you? Just getting that shirt off like it’s nothing, revealing yourself like it’s nothing, but… God, Y/N, you are everything to him, he had no other choice.

아직까지 깨어있니? 오늘 너의 하루는 어땠니? 아무 일도 없긴 뭐가 없어

(Are you still awake? ; How was your day today? What do you mean, 'nothing happened'?)

Wooyoung wants it to be your fault. Wants it to be your fault that when you called him, his brain was filled with the image of you swimming in the ocean in that thing of a bikini that you wore to make your ex jealous even if he was not present on any day during the vacation except in your head, and he desperately wants it to be your fault that, after you had disappeared with some dumb-fucking rando from the beach-bar for the evening, Wooyoung scoffed in malicious glee that you let him know it hadn’t led to anything, grabbing his keys immediately to pick you up from the place you didn't find luck at.

What he’s trying to say is that you’re really in luck he didn’t grab that liquor that night. 

가끔은 외면하려 해도 꽤 쉽지만은 않은 게 있어 I know 다 안다고

(I try to look away sometimes, but there are just some things that aren’t that easy, I know; I know it all)

But maybe being sober was the worst part.

He hid it well, Wooyoung thinks, or you were just too drunk to care, when you caught his curious gaze through the window, with your tits still sitting safely in the bra, your shirt already thrown out of the cabriolet.

“Woo!”, you laughed, and he can still hear the tenderness of your voice vividly, “eyes on the road~”

“Your tits looked bigger than I remember,” was his immediate answer, and your giggle was worth the cringe, “had to double-check.”

The last time he saw them was, what, middle-school truth or dare? Of course they grew since then, you were explaining in drunkenness and looked at your own set of boobs, while pushing them together, mumbling something about puberty, hormones and horny teenagers, but somehow finishing it off with, “Best friends bonding session!”

And Wooyoung is still puzzled about that.

내 앞에서 아닌 척 해도

(Even though in front of me, you pretend you don't)

Well, he grinned when you said it, but for no other reason that wasn’t just you looking so lovable under the moonlight, with your eyes sparkling with glee, and not because he found any sense in, god, whatever it means, “best friends bonding.”

“Bonding”? Sure. Seeing your tits had removed some boundaries— and in retrospect, mentioning that incident again must have been another little tease of yours, but be really honest for a second.

There are just some things “best friends” shouldn’t do.

… Shouldn’t have done, that is.

Bonnie and clyde, bonnie and clyde, one night

The nightly winds were hitting your open arms with you laughing full of life, when Wooyoung finally opened the roof for you. You’d been dying to do it, he had seen it by how you kept leaning outside the open window to feel the speed of the car hit your face, but he didn’t want to not see it. At least he still hates that he doesn’t know the expression you were wearing while you let out the most freeing, revivifying, crystal clear cheer.

He wants to believe that your cheeks were rosy, your eyes shiny, and that your lips were curled up into a smile, as you inhaled again and laughed all by yourself, watching the trees and mountains of the city pass by and draw long, ghostly trails from how fast the vehicle was moving.

It was extremely dangerous, all of it.

Who cares, who cares

The way Wooyoung drove without looking at the speed dial? God, so dangerous, but what’s way more dangerous is the way you became silent, and made him curious, made him believe that there were stars in the sky or something— and he thinks he’s still in the right for thinking that— and made him glance up to you.

Fuck, do you even know how hot you looked when you started to touch yourself down your bust? You probably don’t. You were feeling the textile of the lingerie scratch your fingers, warming your skin under the cold breezes, but when you cupped that perfect tit of yours, you threw your head back and fuck, he thinks if you had seen him you would think he was a pervert, and maybe he fucking is, because Wooyoung was definitely thinking the most perverted things he could do in that moment, all including his mouth, his fingers, his panging cock; Good fucking god, Y/N, you had his mind scorching, it only needed a little more spark and he would have exploded, right here and there.

친구 사이 친구 사이 alright

(Just friends, just friends alright)

So of course he tried to keep it cool as possible. Rested one hand relaxedly on the gear, the other on the steering wheel, and attempted to stare blankly to the front. Wooyoung ignored how you were arching your back to match the flow of how the air brushed against your ribs, tried to ignore how you let your fingertips disappear under the bra, and failed to not think about how delicious your nipple would taste between his lips.

친구 사이 친구 사이 alright

(Just friends, just friends alright)

He couldn’t take it anymore–  not being on you, in you, with you– and that’s why he said something.

“What do you think you’re doing there, bestie?”, Wooyoung remembers jokingly scoffing, driving into the highway so he didn’t have to think about the road too much, to give himself more time to admire the sexy body that you were touching.

“Nuthin~”, you lulled and he realizes now that Wooyoung had forgotten how drunk you’d been. Such a dumbass to think you were doing it all on purpose, isn’t he? You make him so fucking stupid.

“The guy really left you on the hook, huh?”, he spat, fingers gripping the wheel.

“Fuckin’ asshole left me so needy~”, you whined and maybe you tugged your own nipple or something, but he couldn’t have overhead that whiny, melodic moan that left your mouth.

“Yeah?”

“Mmhm~”

Who cares, who cares

What would you have done in his position? 

That’s the thing Wooyoung is most curious about. If it had been him drunk in your cabriolet, feeling down his, whatever, his cock, wouldn’t you have offered a helping hand, too? Because you’re a good friend like that?

He will never know the answer.

도망가 도망가 너와 난

(Escape, escape, you and I)

Wooyoung drove faster to make you come down, he won’t even try to deny that.

With a loud, brutal vroom, he drove the last mile with so many thoughts pinging inside his mind, with you continuing to give yourself goosebumps all over your skin, admiring how the hairs on your body went up over your own touch— knowing that it could be him doing that made Wooyoung grow desperate.

“Why did you stop? Where are we?”, you asked, and Wooyoung remains having no idea. Just somewhere in the middle of the highway, with cicadas chirping and filling out the silence that followed after he turned off the car motor, the roof above you closing down. A few miles away, there would have been a legal parking spot waiting for him, but Wooyoung immediately unbuckled his seatbelt, so it’s safe to say he didn’t give a fuck.

“Still needy, bestie?”

Who cares, who cares

God, you were so needy. It’s like you didn’t wait a second to question him or get any reassurance that this was what had been on his mind, because maybe you had already seen his bulge to know he was needy too, or maybe— and this is what Wooyoung would like to believe— you just wanted him that much.

Fuck, cut him some slack, okay? Wooyoung was just that surprised to find you crawling over to his driver’s seat, planting your ass immediately where he needed it the most. It was fucking magical, the friction of your body grinded over his erection was making him grunt and grope your ass cheeks.

“Aw, are you gonna be my best friend in need, Woo?”, you giggled, getting your hands behind his neck, driving yourself into his hard-on that he didn’t know could get even harder. It extended painfully under his belt, but fortunately, you were too much in heat to let him wait any longer.

Till we die, till we die

“Shut the fuck up and let me fuck you,” Wooyoung cackled, and he still grins recalling how your gasp whirrs in his hazy memories.

It all feels so washed out, your impatient fingers unbuckling his belt, as Wooyoung bent the seat to the back, letting his head fall to his neck, as you got your lips pressed against his– just a lot of movements, a lot of feelings mixing up together, slurred into a motion of two people trying to have a fulfilling night.

Oh 너와 나의 마지막 일지라도

(Oh, even if this means our end)

Was it fulfilling to finally get a taste of your sweet saliva, your honeyed whimpers, when he grabbed you by your tits to prepare for sucking them numb? He doesn’t know it yet, but Wooyoung definitely can’t ignore how hard his cock has become in his boxer shorts to the memory of you looking down at him in awe, caressing his cheek, as he enveloped your perky tit with his mouth, immediately running his tongue over your sensitive nipple.

그럴지라도

(Even if)

The sounds, Y/N, your fucking sounds. Sounds Wooyoung thought he would never hear in his entire life, but definitely wished to hear once at least— and of course he’d be a fool to say he got enough of them, but making you whimper “Woo, fuck, please,” as he got his hand into panties and made you grind on his finger, and then hearing how your cunt squelched when you lowered yourself on it, is enough to make him cum tonight.

His hand is wrapped around his cock, face planted into his pillow so he can somehow simulate how it felt like being suffocated by your tits, Wooyoung recalls how tightly you clenched around his fingers, how wet you were, wet for him, just so fucking needy for your best friend, rutting your hips so his fingertip could graze your sweetest spot over and over again, moaning out “Wooyoung, Wooyoung, Wooyoung,” over and over again.

Would you remember me?

“Y/N,” he growls, and it feels embarrassing to do so, but Wooyoung can’t help himself, he’s becoming delirious because of you, the seam of his shirt becoming absolutely soaked in his mouth, as he bites into it. “God, fuck, Y/N,” he lisps again, thrusting into his hand in the same way he thrusted into you, right after you were trembling around his fingers, whimpering out your first orgasm but not being satiated. 

Nah, nah, I'm just…

“You’re so fucking big,” is what you’d moaned out to boost his ego, but maybe it’s true, because Wooyoung does indeed feel quite big in his grip right now, craving your tight cunt, craving how it clutched around his girth, how hot and wet it felt like, when he fucked your eyes to roll behind your head, your spit glistening on your tongue, as your mouth fell open to never be closed again.

Alright 틀린 선택일지라도

(Alright, even if this is the wrong choice)

“Feels so fucking good, huh? Better than your dumb fucking ex?” 

“Yes, so so much fucking better than his dumb cock, Woo, please don’t stop!”

And maybe that was the moment. The moment his head snapped, when it all fractured, his feelings, his five years of pining, watching you be with some dumb fucking pricks, when he, Wooyoung, your “best friend”, could treat you so much better. 

With your hands taking off his hoodie, as he pistoned his hips into you, your warm sweat dripped onto his torso, and it felt like all the tears he’d shed for you had been worth it.

Alright 결국 후회할지라도

(Alright, even if we regret it after)

It didn’t matter how many tears he’d shed after, because the tears that flowed down your soft cheeks that night, with you weeping “make me cum, Woo, please make me cum so hard,” like he was pulling you by a string to mewl out words for him that still make his cock twitch, were precious droplets of your pleasure. And he’d do anything for it.

“Yeah?”, Wooyoung snickered, breathing into your face with a grin, feeling like he was owning the world by making you dumb on his dick, “You love my fucking cock, Y/N? You love your best friend’s cock?”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” you whined out, bouncing desperately over his hips that it was leaving your ass red, “I love your cock, Woo, I love it so, so, so fucking much!”

But somehow, you didn’t love it enough.

Oh baby Oh 널 울린 그 놈에게로 baby

(Oh baby Oh, even if you return to the guy who made you cry)

Wooyoung doesn’t want to think about it and just rut his pelvis into his hand so he can cum and unload in peace, but the thought of you being in his arms again, being used by your stupid fucking ex like a toy probably right fucking now, just makes him more aggressive, greedier, furious.

“Really? You love my cock, Y/N? You really love it?”

“Y-yes, W- Woo,” you moaned out, shakily, when he roughly pushed you over, your back landing on the steering wheel, a loud honk echoing through the empty streets. After Wooyoung’s eyes sunk in an angry, deep-seated red, it confused you, almost sobered you up, but of course you would turn sex-drunk in the matter of seconds, as he began to pound into you as if he was on a mission— a mission to make you remember.

Oh 이미 결과는 내 손을 떠났어 bang bang! (Oh, the result has been out of my hands anyways, bang bang!)

He could never cum like he did that night. It was raw, vulgar, dirty, filthy, absolutely pornographic how Wooyoung drove himself into you, moaning, grunting, breathing into your ear and sucking hickeys into your neck at every inch he got the chance to, so even if you’d wake up with the most hefty blackout, you could see what your best friend made of you in the mirror.

Just marks and signs of his infatuation all over your gorgeous body, and Wooyoung feels his jaw hurt, as he realizes how long he’s been biting down his shirt for imagining your love-bite bedecked breasts— Way too long, Y/N, way too fucking long.

Right now, right now Where you at right now

Five years, no, he counts a total of almost ten years of friendship with a sweet girl who remained fun and cheery, and then meeting her again as a woman who let herself be tossed around by some bastards because you don’t know what you’re worth, at least not worth to him. 

Wooyoung felt rich with you. He felt like he had everything, when you wrapped your arms around him, once he’d unloaded his hot cum inside you with a moan that was lost immediately in the steamy, hot space of his car, and kissed him, kissed Wooyoung on the lips, just because you, well, felt like doing it? Everything.

“I love you, Woo…”

Where am I right now Girl

He’s so pathetic for thinking that you meant it.

I want, want you to know Babe I want you to know

“I love you too, Y/N.”

How much I love you How much I need you

But Wooyoung doesn’t stop. 

I want, want you to know Babe, I want you to know

He doesn’t stop tensing his abdomen to his own touch, he’s given up on thrusting into his hand because it could never, ever feel like you, and Wooyoung spits into his hand again to somehow make him believe he’s being fucked by your wet cunt again.

How much I love you How much I need you

Wooyoung repeats it over and over again in his head, your voice, your words, “I love it,” “I love you, Woo,” and before he can feel his heart drop, his hand accelerates, running and speeding over his shaft and his eyes close down into a tight squeeze, cum spurting out his needy cock.

I want, want you to know Babe, I want you to know

The car still smelled of your sweet sweat, when he drove you to your place, lending you his hoodie because you, silly Y/N, had thrown your shirt out the window– and Wooyoung had sat there for a while, on his seat, staring into the the horn he had you pressed against, had you moaning his name his name against, had you cum, had you love him against.

How much I love you How much I need you

It’s sobering, yeah, that’s the word. 

Wooyoung being the only one to see through your lies the second they leave your mouth, and while he knows that “I love you, Woo” had been the truth, “yeah, it’s better if we forget about it, I guess” was a ruthless fucking lie and he hopes you know that, when Wooyoung presses a bitter like on the beach-selfie you’d posted with him, presenting yourself in that bikini so you could finally catch a certain someone’s attention. “BFF4L” had been the caption. You little jokester. 

Fucking heartbreaker.

I want, want you to know Babe, I want you to know

He doesn’t hate you, no, in fact, he hates that his cock immediately jumps back up once Wooyoung sees that picture again, with both of you smiling and grinning into the camera, holding each other arm in arm like two good friends are supposed to do, he hates that his hands remember how soft, sweaty and hot your skin felt under his touch, and Wooyoung hates himself that he was the one to have spoken out the question of, “we should probably forget yesterday, huh?”

He should have just shut the fuck up and fucked you again all his heart desired instead.

How much I love you

Maybe he’s really that slow, maybe he just didn’t catch how your face dropped a little bit when Wooyoung asked you to let go of the euphoric memories of feeling free, fiery and idolized in his car, return to the draining feeling of needing to be seen by other eyes.

It is a cruel task, but there’s a bond, a bond between you and him. A stupid bond which goes beyond the way you covered up your marks to meet up other men that summer– that stupid fucking bond which makes Wooyoung ready to grab his keys again, any time you call him out because he’s your best friend in need, your ride-or-die.

How much I need you

Wooyoung remembers you, even though he knows he shouldn't.

[lilacerull0]

That post about parties! I do have a lot of fun usually but halfway through I'm like "okay, i wanna go home now and not interact with anyone else for 24 hours, thank you very much" . Also which The National songs/albums should I check out, I've only listened to I Am Easy To Find the one time lol. I liked it tho, I just suck at listening to new music

yeah, i always need to recharge after parties (well... after any and every social interaction hdjdjdjdjdj)

as for the national, they are The Band for lying awake at 2 a.m., the day after the party, sitting on the porch in the early morning, wearing sunglasses when it's raining, slamming your head against the wall because 🎇fictional dynamics🎇, slamming your head against the wall, but like poetically, because 💫life💫 etc. i suppose it can take you a while to truly appreciate them, it's that kind of music you need to let yourself experience. i immediately liked the sound because it seemed very the smiths meets joy division to me and i think that's a somewhat accurate description. anyhow! for the recs. i am especially attached to boxer, it's out of this world and it's very... what if right where you left me was a novel instead of a singular story trapped in a singular song? not necessarily in themes and specific tracks, but the all in all sentiment? trouble will find me and sleep well beast are albums i'm very fond of too. i just don't reccomend listening to any of this if you're not in the right mood because it might come off as boring or dragged out, you really have to be in the right headspace. (i am insane so it works for me at all times, but i can see how it might not in somebody else's case)

i made you a little something to make exploring new music more bearable because i am the same way as you. but i've discovered how these strange album mixtures are way more effective than listening to an entirely unfamiliar album that's strictly focused on something that may or may not appeal to you (or the way in which the theme is handled might not work) and this is definitely a better option. i put some of my favourites in there: