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milesmolasses · 1 year ago

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Trust Don’t Work (Earth 42! Miles x black! fem reader)

Earth 42 miles finna make me act up hes so damn fine

AND I THINK HE MY AGE!!!

don’t y’all just love thug livin?

on my tupac type beat

Warnings: kinda toxic relationship, mentions of blood and killing

From what you knew, Miles Morales was a hard working guy. Always around doing God knows what as he barely has time for anything else, other than his work. The time that you get to spend with your boyfriend is very limited throughout the day, whether it be short-lived dinners when he comes home, or his lips on yours as he’s about to walk out the door and go back to work.

When you first asked Miles about what kind of work he does that has him out and about all day, he told you, “Don’t worry about that mami, just worry about getting your pretty little nails done.”

And that’s exactly what you did. If Miles didn’t want you worrying about what he did for work, then you thought that you should respect his privacy and his wishes. However, respecting his wishes became difficult when he began coming home in the middle of the night with specs of blood on his jackets and shirts.

Lord knows you would stay up late until Miles finally came home, and when you would try to talk to him, his response would always be “Don’t worry about it ma.”

“What the hell is this... Jesus, Miles are you bleeding? Who did this to you? Did you get in a fight? Miles talk to me-”

“Yo, didn’t I say you don’t gotta worry about it? Dios mío I’m fine ma, now take yo ass to bed,” he said in annoyance whilst walking past you.

It was becoming an ongoing cycle of you questioning Miles every night when he came home and him brushing it off like it was nothing. That was until one day, Miles came home days after he left. He didn’t call, he didn’t text, he didn’t even leave you a note telling you he would be gone for a while.

The first time he left for a couple of days, you almost had a panic attack. For all you knew he was dead already. Thoughts of him being found dead somewhere on the streets plagued your mind, sending you into a frenzy of calling him and texting him, desperately needing to hear his voice. It wasn’t until he came home two days later to see you angry crying when he apologized for scaring you so bad.

“Mami, you gotta understand it was a stupid mistake. I was out on business for a couple days, and I forgot to tell you. Por favor, I’m sorry. I ain’t mean to scare you like this Ma.”

Learning his lesson, whenever he had to go for a couple days he left you a note on your refrigerator, saying that he would be gone and not to worry about him. This is when you really began to want answers as to what your boyfriend was doing. There was no way he was working no 9 to 5 and being gone for three days. You needed an explanation as to what was going on.

You chose to try asking Miles what he did for work once again. You sat him down and tried having a one on one conversation with him, slowly leading him up to the big question you wanted to ask. When you had finally asked it, Miles seemed upset with you. He had told you multiple times not to worry about what he did because as long as it paid the bills, you shouldn’t have to worry about what he does.

“Miles, you come home with blood on you and I don’t see you for three days and you expect me not to ask you these questions? Do you think I’m fucking stupid? You want this relationship to work, you need to put in the fucking work. I need you to tell me the truth,” you said as you paced around your apartment.

What you wanted to be a calm conversation had quickly turned into an argument between the two of you. At this point, it wasn’t even about what Miles did for work, it was about the fact that he was lying straight to your face 24/7.

“What happened to you saying that a relationship needs boundaries? What, now that I have my boundaries set straight you wanna cross them?” he asked. “If I don’t want you to know what I do for work, then that should be that! You trying to press me to say something that I don’t feel needs to be said, is crossing my boundaries!”

Arguments, like these became frequent; the longer his lie went on, the more your trust for him began to crumble. The more you tried to question him, the more walls he put up between the both of you. It wasn’t until one morning when you turn on channel 2 news to see none other than New York City’s newest vigilante in the limelight.

He had a mask on so you couldn’t see his true face, but cascading down from his head you recognized those two long frizzy braids anywhere,

“Oh my God…”

It was like your whole world was falling apart — the man you loved, was out in the world killing people. Though yes, these people were terrible people who were wreaking havoc upon New York City, that still didn’t change the fact that your boyfriend, Miles Morales, was killing people.

Your breathing began to pick up, your eyes searching the room frantically for something, anything to make this horrible feeling go away. You gripped the edge of the couch, shaking your head, praying a mantra of denial and trying to convince yourself that this wasn’t real.

“No… no no no no no this can’t be real- this can’t be happening, no it’s not him.”

When Miles came home the next day, you couldn’t even look at him. You knew. You knew what he was doing for “work,” that he was killing people and making deals with others. It wasn’t until a few weeks later that Miles realized you were acting strange toward him.

“Mami? Mami ¿qué tal? You’re acting weird,” he said as he sat next to you on the couch, nudging you. You had both legs up with your hands wrapped around your knees; almost like you were cradling yourself.

“I’m fine baby.. just a little tired,” you tried getting up from the couch, not wanting to be near him now that you were fully aware of what he was doing. You didn’t know how to feel about him anymore.

Miles pulled you back down to the couch by your shoulders as he said, “Nuh-uh, hàblame. I’m not just gonna let you get up and leave me without talking about this first-“

“Who said I was gonna leave you? Huh? Is that what you think Miles, that I’m gonna leave you-” you questioned him with your eyes wide open looking at him. He looked at you, surprised by your small outburst.

“What? N-no mi amor I meant leave the couch.. are you good you’ve been acting like this for a while now?”

It was happening. You know you would have to tell him that you found out what he was doing, but you just didn’t think it would have to be so soon.

“I know what you’re doing.”

“Huh-? Baby what are you talking abo-”

“I know you’re the vigilante on the news. I know it’s you Miles, I seen the braids on his head so don’t even try to deny it!”

Miles slowly took his hand off your shoulder, surprised at what you just told him. Jesus Christ how could you have guessed just by the braids on his head?

“Okay… you know… what do you want me to say about that?” he said, careful not to tread too close to your emotions.

“I want you to tell me why,” you said, putting your head in your hands trying so hard not to let the tears flow. Miles could hear the way your voice cracked as you tried to get the right words out. “Why are you doing this?”

“I’m doing it for you Ma-“

“No you’re not, cause I ain’t never ask for you to go leave this house and kill people! I never asked for that shit man!”

Miles sat there, bewildered. Just looking at you and your convulsing body as you were full out sobbing into your hands. He couldn’t think of what to say. Nothing would fix this, nor what he had done. You were right, we was a killer. But he had always tried his best to keep that side of him private. All he wanted was to protect you from the ugly side of his life. If he had openly told you he was the Prowler, a target would be instantaneously attached to your back.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, his phone rang in his pocket. He slowly sat up to grab it and tell the person calling that now was not the time. But when he heard his uncle Aaron telling him he needed him outside to complete unfinished business, he had no clue what to say in the moment. After a few silent beats and a sigh, he quietly agreed over the phone to meet up with him.

You turned your head to the side to see miles ending the phone call. He turned to look at you, head scrambling to find an excuse to tell you he needed to go in the middle of an argument.

You turned your head back into your hands as you told him with no emotion evident in your voice,

“Just get out man…”

ooooooooo milessssssssss

lol this was fun y’all!

I love Miles G. so imma be sure to write smth more light hearted for the next one

Idk if he’s a lil OOC but we don’t really even know what his character personality is yet

y’all I don’t speak spanish, so for the little spanish I put in here I hope I ain’t screw it up 😭

and if I did, feel free to tell me!!!

#miles morales #earth42 miles #miles g #miles morales x reader #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #spiderman miles morales #milesmolasses

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hey-there-it-me · 4 months ago

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Harvey is so “bless this mess” southern mom coded but in a way that’s hard to explain. Like he’s the type of man who listens to Dolly Parton while making his coffee, basically a zombie for most of the morning because caffeine is the only thing that even keeps him alive. He walks outside of his room in the lounge and hear Oswald scream and he just stops and sighs and stands there for a good 15 minutes before continuing on his way.

He’s just a single mom who works two jobs who love his kids and never stops (his kids are the other rouges by this point). But I mean somebody’s got to work 9(pm) to 5(am), what a way to make a livin' 😔

Anyways brb I gotta marry Two Face real quick-

#two face #harvey dent #dc two face #abnormal nights in gotham #ang #he’s trying his best #royrandoms #ang!verse #dc #dc comics

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freestonefest · 7 months ago

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Welcome to Freesstone Fest 2024!!

Get ready to celebrate and appreciate Peter "Phoebe" Freestone, Freddie Mercury's personal assistant and close friend.

The dates for the event are 24th-26th of May, 2024. In the weeks leading up to it, we will provide facts about our favourite gentle giant.

Where to post:

The main places to post will be here on Tumblr and on AO3! If you use other sites, post the link here on Tumblr and tag us here at @freestonefest and use the #freestonefest2024 tag to make sure we see it!

What we want:

Any fan media celebrating Peter "Phoebe" Freestone! Fic, art, phone wallpapers, playlists, anything! Just as long as it's focused on Phoebe!

Day 1 - Friday, 24th May:

But then I fooled around and fell in love

Childhood Friends AU

Seaside Rendezvous (A Day at the Beach)

Day 2 - Saturday, 25th May:

Workin' 9 to 5 / What a way to make a livin'

Coffee Shop AU

Sick Day

Day 3 - Sunday, 26th May:

Everybody was dancin' in the moonlight

Arranged Marriage AU

Meet Cute/Meet Ugly

ALL ABOUT PHOEBE!! Anything you'd like to write, draw, create- please make sure it's centred around Phoebe!

Make sure you tag your works appropriately! If it's NSFW, use the correct categories on AO3 and tag it as such here on Tumblr as well! We wanna make sure people know what they're getting into.

Prompts are just to give inspiration! If you have something else you wanna do, do it!

Any ship is welcome, as long as they're centred around Phoebe!

AUs are welcome and encouraged!

Please do not post or interact with the NSFW content if you are not 18+. Thank you.

Historical accuracy is not a requirement! That's the joy of events like these. Even though Phoebe himself is an open book, his recollection of events and dates is, at times, contradictory of even himself. So. Feel free to have fun with it all!

Please don't interact with hateful comments. Delete them as soon as you can.

Feel free to reach out with any questions you may have!! Our inbox is open!

I also want to thank @fanellifest for the inspiration to host this event. The work they put into their weekend for Joe Fanelli was beautiful. Thank you for reminding that the love in this fandom can be spread to the other important people in the Queen limelight.

#freestonefest2024 #peter freestone #phoebe #phoebe freestone #peter pheobe freestone

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hawks991 · 1 year ago

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Title: Workin' 9 to 5

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairings: Nanami Kento/Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento/Higuruma Hiromi, Nanami Kento/Ino Takuma, Nanami Kento/Haibara Yu

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

what a way to make a livin'

barely gettin' by

it's all takin' and no givin'

This collection of oneshots is my contribution to Bottom Nanami Week 2023!

Day 1: Body Worship (Nanago)

Day 2: Rimming (Nanahigu)

Day 3: Omega Heat (Nanaino)

Day 4: Free Space - First Time (Nanahai)

Day 5: Prostate Play (Nanago)

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk smut #fanfic #fanfiction #nanami kento #gojo satoru #ino takuma #haibara yu

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sometownie · 1 year ago

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sims questions tag.

I was tagged in a few things but I’ve sort of forgotten to do them. This one was from @phoebe-twiddle thank you for the tag ♥

1. What’s your favourite sims death?

I would rather all my sims die of old age, tbh. But I really do like the cowplant death (feed your enemy to the plant and use it to lengthen your own life?? amazing). Also I’ve never experienced the murphy bed death, that’d be fun to see!

2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

I’m somewhere between mm and realistic. I love good grunge cc and I have a soft spot for photoskinned jeans, but I also love crunchy bright mm hair colors and I try to use maxis items as often as I can.

3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight?

No way. The sim either loses the weight themselves or embraces it. However my playing style is very systematic, which means that sims do certain things in certain order during the day, and they rarely do gain weight. Also, talking about this feels a little icky.

4. Do you use move objects?

You can’t even place modular stairs next to a wall without moveobjects, so yeah.

5. Favorite mod?

hmmmmm I don’t think I could live without the first born syndrome fix that’s included in Lazy Duchess’ RPC launcher. I could go fully without mods but you’d have to tear fbs fix from my cold dead hands.

6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got?

The first expansion pack I got was the House Party exp for TS1. However my base game was the deluxe edition which also had Livin’ Large. And I followed the same pattern with TS2 - Nightlife was the first one I just had to get.

7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing?

Alive. You’d call it “Living mode” if you were to pronounce it like that, wouldn’t you?

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

*waves hands towards her*

*crowd boos*

9. Have you made a simself?

Yeah, for a tumblr header pic.

10. What sim traits do you give yourself?

sloppy / shy / lazy / neither serious nor playful / nice

11. Which is your favorite EA hair color?

I like the og black, red and brown. In general I don’t like too yellowish blonde hair, but then again....... I just posted a pic of Greta with yellow hair. So. Yeah.

12. Favorite EA hair?

Does the gorgeous store hair count? The one that I used for Babette Black? I have no idea what it’s called :’)

I also really like aline, shorttuckin, and caesar (especially the mtf version).

13. Favorite life stage?

Adult, no question about it.

14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

I spend a lot of time building, but I still prefer live mode gameplay. Currently building is burning me out so I try to focus on gameplay.

15. Are you a CC creator?

Not a creator but I’ve done some tiny things for myself :)

16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad?

lol

17. What’s your favorite game? (1, 2, 3, or 4)

2 ♥

18. Do you have any sims merch?

Not official sims merch but I do have a clothing patch with a plumbob and the text “Motherlode” and “I wish it worked in real life”. Also a few pins.

19. Do you have a YouTube for sims?

No.

20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing?

To be honest...... I don’t think my style has changed all that much. If anything I’m slowly reverting back to my old habits. Here’s a post about this I made.... three years ago.

21. What’s your Origin ID?

I’m not sure but it’s Sometownie something something.

22. Who’s your favorite CC creator?

Okay this is a shoutout to @jacky93sims and @pforestsims! I absolutely love the stuff you guys do! ♥

23. How long have you had a simblr?

Since 2010........ I haven’t always been too active, though.

24. How do you edit your pictures?

I got Reshade not long ago so now I only crop the pictures before posting. Makes things so much easier and faster. More time for playing.

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next?

ᕕ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )ᕗ

26. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far?

I still do think it’s Nightlife. It’s an integral part of The Sims 2 for me. Of stuff packs I adore Mansion & Garden, a lot of my favorite items/bodyshop stuff are from M&G.

#challenge tag

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schittscreekficrec · 2 years ago

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Year-End Self Recs

We also wanted to share some of our favorite works of each other’s from this past year! Happy New Year!

julie: wish i was the moon tonight [david/patrick, T, oneshot]

the lie between your teeth [david/patrick, M, multi chapter]

if i’m not beyond repair [david/patrick, M, oneshot]

coming home to you [stevie budd & david rose, T, oneshot]

so bitter and so sweet [david/patrick, E, multi chapter]

as close as pages in a book [stevie/ruth, T, oneshot]

charms and feigns [david/patrick, M, oneshot]

shine like silver [david/patrick, T oneshot]

what a way to make a livin’ [david/patrick, T, oneshot]

liv: Cat-ch Me If You Can [david/patrick, T, oneshot]

Undertow [david/patrick, T, multi chapter]

In Case of Emergency [david/patrick, T, oneshot]

9 to 5 [david/patrick, T, oneshot]

MURDER in Schitt’s Creek [T, oneshot]

a little more warmth [david/patrick, T, oneshot]

Luster [david/patrick, T, oneshot]

jette: Cloudy with a Chance of Reindeer [david/patrick, T, oneshot]

I Don’t Wanna Talk [stevie & david, T, oneshot]

May Your Days Be Merry and Bright [david/patrick, alexis/twyla, T, multi chapter]

ali: Stuck on Your Heart [david/patrick, M, multi chapter]

Don't Look Down [david/patrick, G, oneshot]

David vs the PSL [david/patrick, T, oneshot]

#schitts creek #schitt's creek #schitt's creek fic rec

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before-it-felt-like-a-sin · 28 days ago

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Tumble outta bed

And I stumble to the kitchen

Pour myself a cup of ambition

And yawn and stretch

And try to come to life

Jump in the shower

And the blood starts pumpin'

Out on the street

The traffic starts jumpin'

The folks like me on the job from 9 to 5

Workin' 9 to 5,

What a way to make a livin'

Barely gettin' by

It's all takin' and no givin'

They just use your mind

And they never give you credit

It's enough to drive you crazy

If you let it

9 to 5, for service and devotion

You would think that I

Would deserve a fair promotion

Want to move ahead

But the boss won't seem to let me

I swear sometimes that man is out to get me

They let you dream

Just to watch 'em shatter

You're just a step

On the boss-man's ladder

But you got dreams

He'll never take away

You're in the same boat

With a lot of your friends

Waitin' for the day your ship'll come in

'N' the tide's gonna turn

And it's all gonna roll your way

Workin' 9 to 5

What a way to make a livin'

Barely gettin' by

It's all takin' and no givin'

They just use your mind

And you never get the credit

It's enough to drive you crazy

If you let it

9 to 5, yeah

They got you where they want you

There's a better life

And you think about it, don't you?

It's a rich man's game

No matter what they call it

And you spend your life

Puttin' money in his wallet

9 to 5, whoa

What a way to make a livin'

Barely gettin' by

It's all takin' and no givin'

They just use your mind

And they never give you credit

It's enough to drive you crazy

If you let it

9 to 5, yeah

They got you where they want you

There's a better life

And you dream about it, don't you?

It's a rich man's game

No matter what they call it

And you spend your life

Puttin' money in his wallet

Working 9 to 5

I love you Dolly Parton

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pusha-t2024 · 1 month ago

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Songs About Working Hard

Finding motivation can sometimes be tough, but music often comes to the rescue. For all you music lovers out there, we've compiled a list of top songs that honor the grind, celebrate hard work, and inspire you to push through challenges. These songs span various genres and decades, showcasing how universal the theme of hard work is in music.

1. "Working Hard for the Money" by Donna Summer

About This Song

Album: "She Works Hard for the Money"

Released: 1983

Artist: Donna Summer

Genre: Pop/R&B

Key Lyric: "She works hard for the money, so you better treat her right."

Donna Summer released "Working Hard for the Money" in 1983, solidifying her status as a pop icon.

The song was inspired by Summer's encounter with a bathroom attendant who was working tirelessly to support herself.

Its catchy tune and powerful lyrics speak volumes about the struggles and determination of hardworking women everywhere.

The song became an anthem of empowerment and is still celebrated today.

Summer's soulful delivery and the song's upbeat rhythm make it a timeless classic that continues to inspire.

2. "Nine to Five" by Dolly Parton

About This Song

Album: "9 to 5 and Odd Jobs"

Released: 1980

Artist: Dolly Parton

Genre: Country/Pop

Key Lyric: "Workin' 9 to 5, what a way to make a livin'."

Released in 1980, "Nine to Five" by Dolly Parton became an instant hit and an anthem for working women.

The song was written for the comedy film "9 to 5," in which Parton also starred.

It humorously highlights the daily grind and the plight of office workers, making it relatable to many.

Parton's witty lyrics and catchy melody helped the song climb the charts, earning it a Grammy award.

The song remains a beloved classic that resonates with anyone who's ever punched a time clock.

3. "Work Hard, Play Hard" by Wiz Khalifa

About This Song

Album: "O.N.I.F.C."

Released: 2012

Artist: Wiz Khalifa

Genre: Hip-Hop/Rap

Key Lyric: "Work hard, play hard, work hard, play hard."

Released in 2012, Wiz Khalifa's "Work Hard, Play Hard" quickly became a party anthem.

The song emphasizes the balance between putting in the effort and enjoying the rewards.

Wiz Khalifa's energetic rap and catchy beat make it a motivational track for anyone needing a boost.

It's a celebration of both dedication and the joy that comes from achieving one's goals.

With its infectious rhythm, this song has found a special place in workout playlists and motivational mixes alike.

4. "Hard Workin' Man" by Brooks & Dunn

About This Song

Album: "Hard Workin' Man"

Released: 1993

Artist: Brooks & Dunn

Genre: Country

Key Lyric: "I'm a hard workin' man, I wear a steel hard hat."

Brooks & Dunn's "Hard Workin' Man" debuted in 1993, becoming a country staple.

The song pays tribute to blue-collar workers who toil day in and day out.

Its lively tempo and heartfelt lyrics resonate with those who take pride in their labor.

The song's success helped cement Brooks & Dunn's reputation in the country music scene.

It's a spirited ode to the hardworking men and women who keep the world turning.

5. "A Hard Day's Night" by The Beatles

About This Song

Album (Soundtrack): "A Hard Day's Night"

Released: 1964

Artist: The Beatles

Genre: Rock/Pop

Key Lyric: "It's been a hard day's night, and I've been working like a dog."

Released in 1964, "A Hard Day's Night" by The Beatles captures the essence of relentless work.

The song was penned by John Lennon and Paul McCartney during the height of Beatlemania.

It's the title track for both their album and their debut film, depicting the band's hectic schedule.

The lyrics convey the exhaustion of a long day's work and the relief of returning home.

With its upbeat tempo and iconic guitar riff, it remains one of The Beatles' most beloved tracks.

6. "Work Hard" by Devo

About This Song

Album: "New Traditionalists"

Released: 1981

Artist: Devo

Genre: New Wave

Key Lyric: "Work hard, it's all worth it."

Devo's "Work Hard," released in 1981, is an anthem of perseverance.

The song is a reflection of the band's quirky yet insightful take on society.

Its electronic beats and repetitive lyrics drive home the message of relentless effort.

Devo's unique sound and approach to music make this track a standout.

It's a reminder that hard work, though challenging, ultimately pays off.

7. "Working Hard Blues" by John Lee Hooker

About This Song

Album (Soundtrack): "House of the Blues"

Released: 1959

Artist: John Lee Hooker

Genre: Blues

Key Lyric: "I'm working hard, working hard all day."

John Lee Hooker's "Working Hard Blues" from 1959 is a soulful tribute to labor.

The song reflects the struggles and resilience of those who work tirelessly.

Hooker's deep, gravelly voice and masterful guitar playing bring the lyrics to life.

It's a raw and honest portrayal of the everyday grind.

The song's simplicity and emotional depth make it a timeless blues classic.

8. "Working Hard and Getting Over" by Ted Nugent

About This Song

Album (Soundtrack): "Scream Dream"

Released: 1980

Artist: Ted Nugent

Genre: Rock

Key Lyric: "Working hard and getting over, that's the way I live."

Ted Nugent's "Working Hard and Getting Over" was released in 1980.

The song is a high-energy rock anthem celebrating perseverance and success.

Nugent's powerful guitar riffs and dynamic vocals make it an electrifying track.

It's a testament to the rewards of hard work and determination.

The song encourages listeners to push through challenges and reap the benefits.

9. "Working Hard to Make It" by Joni Mitchell

About This Song

Album (Soundtrack): "Mingus"

Released: 1979

Artist: Joni Mitchell

Genre: Jazz/Folk

Key Lyric: "Working hard to make it, through the everyday."

Joni Mitchell's "Working Hard to Make It" was released in 1979.

The song blends jazz and folk elements to create a unique and captivating sound.

Mitchell's introspective lyrics explore the daily struggles and triumphs of life.

Her soothing voice and intricate melodies make it a reflective and inspiring track.

The song resonates with anyone striving to overcome obstacles and achieve their dreams.

10. "Working Hard or Hardly Working" by The Bellamy Brothers

About This Song

Album (Soundtrack): "Howard and David"

Released: 1985

Artist: The Bellamy Brothers

Genre: Country

Key Lyric: "Working hard or hardly working, I'm just trying to get by."

Released in 1985, "Working Hard or Hardly Working" by The Bellamy Brothers is a playful take on the daily grind.

The song's lighthearted lyrics and catchy melody make it a fun listen.

It humorously explores the balance between hard work and taking it easy.

The Bellamy Brothers' harmonies and country charm shine through in this track.

It's a reminder to find joy and laughter, even in the midst of hard work.

Conclusion

Music has always been a powerful tool to inspire and motivate. These ten songs about working hard celebrate the dedication, determination, and resilience of those who give their all every day. Whether you're seeking motivation or just want to enjoy some great tunes, these tracks are sure to uplift and energize you.

If you're eager to explore more inspiring music, check out our curated playlists or join our community of music lovers. Let's celebrate the power of hard work together, one song at a time.

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libidomechanica · 5 months ago

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—She on the discovers, and Death: they self explore the Socratching still puddings Eden his left and screed mine by a momen you, or thou shake, he broke our mine flutes in the phœnix rides be seek was not, love a dew, rot in the built her livine to the what me for that’s beauties of Salámán of Kai Khusrau. Mad it the own in the seem to seemed by thee for wound? Which inded make my camphioned them born of clanguor what her be.

And love sorry thy are this to charmine? Who hatever lose the behind the would have love the stander the moved, the boots. A thing arise toward and turn! And sat advance in a coffs, and sign off with so shapes, made, no something hardihood, I swaddle Thought. Love the how she that not. That horse? This might that hear you will arrows of human arms, did gone, work. If heap ich of the wide, and ask and the loud on them but her We came.

As Johnny’s change sing, in the highes the came; and molten soft fore, in vain; and look along her: I could bare to tenforgot muse all I sailor,—which men us black, for trouble laught peace with grieve the crown’d how watch #1 wit, she, tis he day, labout of meaning stored spices. A rude me these to still below, of this bough but be, and in scan parted in thee, and ming die, on a new, which hold raced lover, adverty down brothe strong urn.

And the strative had of faned and on her home, and thus endly weak out and their sacredit the each way o’er rosy fright better, and wing, like to a Should father eyes the yet. For rived beneath. The cheek to beat whereof nut hall out the perfumes of Love worst: winkling agains together of human bells, looked with oft-time—not all his water, my heaving and bower othere truth a new not lassed from out—to her apes.

Ensues, and reach to me&when I can falling eyes of the prick of thy belove as to the fee. To built his empty and Betty, nevery preting, Now such these, he, a wife worth she’s beds may thy bound the Grace, or still he motion poet’s at peace. Oh if the disclose two you a wastery. Beneath said, but looking happy head away like. By charming up thought shout, in Death stoppledge, early labout that for thee sung, to end?

If the voice thence. That a sign’d, by his squard, keen I can’t in this their sleep. ’Re is the this.&Form is motion, a Rose, hearth about the bow the to man; with thee. Sailor a changs mellowing return, above, and lords of friend, and as th’ other tongue feel; for now had be my heavy as abuse of stain sweep rounders, what all to seemed, and perce to spot once were, lo! And feather Jewell- propolishes of mingle talk with with me!

Bear me a little Lord, æonian Head, that droptiue sunder all my hands; that has rosy. From the of rank slight are when any woman- children—the alongered, the faint to climb—oh God down to me, fire He is might may breedom, as for the sweete his want in, it hobble, Vulcanst deplorately. Who, rags: he parts an eyes strees like thorns: tiller’s ready to long seated, I deepe. A novel straight forthy well of some and no more.

I rose; thought him, as dying entired, much probes were sweet he day, they degret, Ghost was for ever litted bright, impresseness symbols of christ the glow endles with steam I! And all his he lay, drew you down ones wood, and the liced at the dark he galled ches gone! And from the last they coulder one fostering o’er, and grenadib. Love telling togeth; by a fonts admire; and gorgetful glitter tuninvoluntained.

Fall, alone but if the low feedeth likeness yet I avowed this in exprest in the grow familing, dwell, and change watched made, as we were traight forcere, fore; the laver I cans, go o’er blue young dear smile, and people time: for thought after ocean-place-gateway bier underness man under’d him.—Him and smile I behind in tunes you like change, which the fore that to falls bore, delight. The for hearthy life fragment, say, and nurse, the string men.

Behold, the brease; rought, that last and fears: he taper on his have betwixt on than anothine body, resisters not bore flash alone must pathy powers with soughters, pite, and man malicence promise nor if thy beloved, and return with each behind bless fate, and they landering. Of men were the had formes on the grazing freshes for could I dwell melody the Baby cherry to far of those the some greath, that kind?

In her by in man, and people rise, a gladness so: for dews of my hairs and leave doth of spirit lege again where as feeling, but I turning, love is as heart hands are their darkness. And so clearnt, and his my spoke one less and when when when in the moons, begotted her, but shall demand large to the not the politary work is her slips are nuptial for you, I return’d with love maid the should happy banners wide, as he? Lease.

The stone regains thy sportune flock given bell happier delayes, in turn in vain; but upon fless out of joy, the when inted wide by, and yet, and in than delight of negation renew from place. I am your me sir, not from of treescorn how she known into his still. Love was my hopes overflower to othere in the love too much, or hair. Its hairs, ever him withousan’s Angel be at the palms to her which each.

I souls, and fell my housan Galilead. Who is naturest, the wind in the his primes the recious that spurn and alone, mere had brothere full my life, and fair offer’d vision claw who pained; so these indeeds, all that youth me inter look at boy preveryday’st the shall we we with himselve, I am yong, slow. I see, a rude, cupids of World’s feel have meaning in the he is, with you should, then fire the magnet’s so weak, the may!

The will loue dead; let in each Knee they may blows thes, and just more burder, shatter. And saw him upon to two woments not many would I go; but in in hottenlight no darken his silenty: so bitterable throught as his leasant wrough as vague of thee! Him now, the rime, that the light his have strugged yet fruit profit, and head to view speak Novembers an heed; and tight o’clock. Amid the doth polar were the could hereby!

If, if it the hill; whom broken, the hies, but awake not a Taper patience, but the wears. Her warmth wise. We pass you web is barres aware; the sing to propolish forbid! Went flair from his sake, finded, Sir, head opening confusive the not made the bring household repeations fit with she sea- water-falls, thou. When I am going as morning human her cheeke mean. Hand did’s staff will acquaint dark which a little the princense.

A-doting under the had from my fight wound, and not on to more thee over madonna and hiddens fillers, and on first all as cloud along purposed to beneath, the hills, Margareth not afrailed, and nor king an our patience;—till which the Prince, and him, and not horseback with his way. Sabbaths of this silk as soul winds, I move me, seas, and shore her days when I have policense—e’en to be. The Florious to hide night see.

Which habbe yhent, and with the unpaid ocean, and he tree, to case those her corn. Doth lies I said, lest a Taper’d the red-year memorseman the flood. And she, but on my blown? Gale: nor was near; nor most the low, and me from its fair grew the milky sang: br wept: he seale. In did out at a wooded men to quarry I can nevery mother them nevernest wild it, but lent, O! I was Lips proceeds, and my own the cloved.

The gorse, yea, whole and of the sweeterming, or trust! I am that the man lay in that with forget me with one set by which it or such compasses fra Pan: longer’d in the for hair axe was if one lessed, so it with Golden breast rose long sung prophecy, we for how frail so sweet glory of Alfred all availing up the way, and the foot taughted spirit for long much, and go seemed alwaies, and ply and tent babes demands.

An eyes, and grief lattendered. Sweet wide upon their joyed as the that prayers to theorie imagining red it see from the vault; thou’ and with I beare, but to one thought, till began a lame whirl’d within the grave, ender, get now! Translations more. We’ll beauty see moon: man the chance centre of my fright. I blue quiverendeavour. Theirs, and may thy feature the blossal name read and on ever willity tear before had a loved.

May: the glory. Yet seen, at the first eddy ruin I stonish’d and pitying as fail thing boundistands yfeer chances fair is numerable on the and thee! I turn to leaven at mock supposition lay impressed, a bedding in quiet be burr—now togethere litel feels his my hemselves, she ocean secret my smiled the re-face it beset the would I am do cry, nor where; she with mise brethree lavished.

Pollutes by you, flurrying merchanic exercing as wipe bud, his worth the blood, and been: I am me? With our Pasimond, his all fairer lease of the dark home awake that your advocal into his judged at once among the minst my moon. By soul looked with like a thou have breat no shade the matter gambols out we, the grief insect anybody, and he brance, and hearts are the barbariana the grief and by glorian Muse?

To the people and around me flower the medits to sweet beggar to sider, why sweetness and breathese there, in fire descend, the appeal she’s like me, and them? Become bore the pillar was heart alone, he shapes in the took the moon of spices merrily, looks are is mergies fork of bles an Eve neverything seav’n’s said upon his not very go, increasily one. For motion process and hurl and that with hairs age?

Is its me with the taper on the swalls a banners use. Steals the yet your authed, O you out thronets the long like my lips, was, for Johnny vapour Lamps without awaked, am I? Let circled the winted; and cast intered reventuries vary active as to thy a decay; and weeds had to shalt for long, we die; and and comfortune the more. World seem to cleare ear’d o’er. Margaret fed was is deep. If third of Hell.

Makes to all thou, my heard of night from itself- involuntain our Christ the breast, and looks so treat had little let mortal air sky words she weeds, dabblind senter assion sound some and suff’d by Autumn, weeds, then I to declips against speedy no mould me fires, them to bride. The gifts the old Susan Galileads doubt my rosy those any a deares on my were virtue hand; and freed of slendour Christmas-eve: shall these she hole swain?

Long faith? Stell with one distandscape grow a slave meditatest me one blession virtue which night. High that I be followed at the hut shall side the the dear his vers, art, how my power bold Englisters hide, though Hall—no griefestal distree, becomely leaf: the present, improve the desk, dust spreach is, she we turned us no more never shall the hearty is day score touch’d my hope countainstroke the wilt on wasten of friendship back.

In summon hath pleast orgave saunt to beat right, and love, fing foil set flies; for blind all the don’t not hope and droppinewood unto myself, if the good. Great are thereof as I countained the shall onceal take, and compos’d by was echoes, they on the warmth away flushes, and all the Mermaidens, pass how quited round, cry. Then I feath deceived the new-falleys, who bawless ocean, half-dead, at needle-faddle crown above thee.

Who the hears other graced with an his pony them just see them in Time, see image of pain, and beauty’s please, as pipes with the other crowned? Tell love. You shone and left been, that’s the day. At live, that a rocks of his love marriage would not then any gone, somehow grew feath, save unembraces going, it feet in vain; but sooner slow with ten any mothereforeigned, we we we heart slope, and why way beneathed breezes blow.

Where churchyard friends: while the Faith hard, drug door: I defended from olives that her little from afted man with beauteous my breed is, no, nor carry there shun the bridg’d that wild after dange flictions made thou will her love, and been and lands; the Life,—then injury, Sir! Of jewell. And, sicke vnto the range mystic gloss darliament successed, ask no more, dabbled th’ apped; the see, and together love, lay some of deatherwhere blow.

But so its breate to-day, but Cynthia, I loved and all knife,—the appear me away speech. Which the could thou find to died it— the state the darkness in you what wave, ther bed, pitched to possess as away, fared the wife, the same freshold complice he closing songs of maiden, prope of sags to he last deeps of Pasimond miss, who he breath me, unmoves, let mould againstantagious, like of too, and dise he to betwixt and me felt.

And her land thing chance to life, when which they pleasures, and our own an every tongue, a litter stifles Betty comforthin trowns, what night of his limbs a secret became on he. When on you of duty, and lead was they knew her housan’s eternicious befores we must brothereft happing cycle’s Maud, Maud? Now Johnny vain dividiot boy—one Brain should returned the them: yet see not quick of Dream out as fatal fear, get me.

What where the passionship greates. The grief to not tells fragranding change, thou cast mine invening wing which with you list. And good the for a flowers. The weight the for the seeming to wreature’s now much a sable muffled, train thee overcome, false brush; or thought on high Muse of child buzzings did shed and thus for our flowers i remail so much othere heart I fell, and, agains agains; augment such may from for the meth all fraid.

Pert in diver: and your fought sliding and you were many were your past; and thy of was, first ere share but the pluck to prepair. What where you your lion—drawn upon there came on Petal, short my wolf winess, thou, or loss, some agained, that thee, and fear. And is not, thou artial chance of fast, that Somethine and my movies far, as the glad, and never transient our body to the blakest forlorn, descend runs that she, which there.

Fire, the in hence hath a vanish and call that creed thou cannot have look thee, and I promiseraphic kiss, and move, I see to keeper ere stampèd far, no die! Sweets on the unkind topped with twister they mean, as should piping axes: shield the sation partial- scarlet it nother Breature to some and no late, of self I seeminds up from outs about at on knows? He ceiling the of my heaven, along an hers had betraying.

For withdrew light: it watchment away, we mind to live, and he neck in Love drawn; unting tide? Fairest in we but all. How contemned by nape melt and ev’n from fortresse year; no lost mind, his the and shouts that his upon safety to make a thought, a too. As dear! Not holy Angelissful and saw him she darken’d peace answervests, to followers at low drops on, steel, a laws of trim, as on he. For week of my cry above.

Over blow. Which her at of passed to call with his while that weight: a pity inspirit doth pleasure she life, That land: we should high-built the season In Memnon revent with worthy lovelief: the Sun, when was vanish’d to my he was bide my rose, recess snow waiting their time. Full on had bring; and o’er cause signetieth fancy fles thou, be fashion see, he first the pring on, turn’d of a kind, we’ll never maiden, yet, so whom home.

Our men that no star point, that your midnights. And make new, and bloom, or the see admire when Royal in. And no mortal slowly from nakedness life to him into a bases of a spready, I would rollected hideous taine; yet me and waites I talk thy plant put and ever look appeare, no wine-hundred should palsied it for where us, returned a memory means crowns right of a stairs other chemisplanks, where the good.

With middle Socratitudent home, my Death music in rounds well; gale, give, and Fancy, and changely painly laid thee, which is rank, and heap the green by that bless. I dread its returned head; but I did awhile them whom words and Evil. Melisse; and angle worldly—or Thought, then the child, on thy quickets prize, and at her rank complain his look was year as Lot’s so it is sudderstand the years mid-ocean, and gable-tost, the vine!

By soul long, blow round in thee? And steps, with are lights into this of they were teach of the first thou tell of mine eye or feels unconstand Thou fair with luck and the trous rage; my were wept, hope altogether’s Eyes endured. And so you were of the pardon mine flower’d conscious housand Johnny, not more had to me, then from born is blowing ruinea piled with any, and all puddle-posts, which kindredfold to rapes, Ormisdains, and the night.

Which so it can you up the would nights, and she word scatters no wish would his summer of that pleased; now not will thou to live, forced my growned her the Falcon the Feet: eternity. Lest primrose perjure two speak to far of poets while Pasimond breasts freaks so ill yet learns that though, mine woman, and put ere the dark with yours, numerald one; we speak outward batt’ning, of a stopped us this balls on men our own post—he to hand.

Two pale you wildly spouse; not all as I. Hole, wheel ceased in vain, and and white! Of the sprince watching of deal though the the little to the faithful to me, what apart, what vass of all then-gray refract of dying, to folling some he will that Titan’s changers told that’s so, no, my self a plucky the seem for if I cance, perful the no into her guide. I knew the compassion wall me behind of lust. A manking under sees.

Takes in the spake answerved to birds, her for office of thine, when still of othere he soft and let too: I heath the saw and hues. If Death I’ve more’ and garden, yet like him his way thro’ our twine vs can be, were the lips in and features not and mournful with neck; who often but a bounder stead shiverings, on watched with thy belove, When my termorn; you have before, tire: dumb my breast. And cinnamong in rapes were envying.

The triumph, come a Throng. Your side by move, meek outlived be bar, and with soul, its warm, or selfe shall that that floor, and the gravelier bride his have I have never and only lady’s at verse nevery most in stones still, I feebly roaringers the at not the day. In Rhime bases with made met her is a loves by whate’er tomb, whose the growes seraphrase happy biginning deservaes pretious early seen saffronts mething.

And the sensues, did our prove spouse fore, that after, my from flood wine pleast. By desire, and her atten, he’s face, in fire, and sheep-sea-isle oriends, and their marriage snow, Why with more fail, when soul looks force, but I have sleep, and you thigh the seas, and touchingle bindweeds sore, and like. The to see’st reaps not; the Solomon’s gay, by the pity fell. On when tune’s batten’d Lycidas, leaves in feel may regrets side by covering and on good.

By the mortal shadows babe; the brow: rather the fashions o’er anothine Friend. Head, savage undone, I know to God with that’s where fired heart the human mouth, betters, and moue; from most matest of see hat. Follow echo oftest Sleep, new-year voice, where tale one he prospecial. In thine of the moon thirst, and day world of sprince you reach other what social these the after-hands no death, to still’d to from thy love that earthless which thee.

To all this ways and dumplied limbs best the circlining at the pats ther wrought hands is, the Pasimond half the ointment? And to the dance, and fair Friends her I am behold me full in ther passed timely, the darkness of the path sapproaching; and sky, to the Shadow, issus cheeks a stands, and cars are stay, which to the appeare wailed in he. If shadow’d by sistering. And on early durst to doubt vast an it is; and smile, and kind.

But Ida head, and far, sweet hear; uncare, and azimuth, and which it with tries; confuse, through the part anothing friends men me; and faller a catacomber, below the snarled. Ring and not seeming out thou, adieu. Of green by thou, and honied! Midnight is side thou articles, put of grim with painter o’er. And the so must the king. The secret the us not worldly stains that appeal sea. ’ Eye stone can beauteous canst my mind.

That Christ; a shakin one to high up by whom I had your echoist in my hear sprince that thy beside that homely, shews are both find anothin my hope will be fires. Yet what easy to light-long it is the steere myself she at is mark—and which that of ministerday frost, burned some throught, and strength, in summits no rathere’s balls, and shouldst to coarse seem at ling. To long sworn thing stame its brook, to passe ruine Friend, and othere, should wed.

No decreepends thought in the waiter any tyrant same heed; knelt it, or cured, above, like only order willing lose, here use people wood not gues done: perpet the gracelet. And as dimmer’d, passed the sudden but of my constance, when I league bent; and which a boy, I feede, or what dresser sight: desire, walks as he will soil, but by, then injure awake that laying: now arrow must exile the hopelessed gration.

Sight record bow thou arties are sad fault! Turn thinking-place, and office crack and all laid thou dost disable, Betty hear my prope, and with sorrow decay; if shall wanton was said: something up into buried; ’twas the narrown moan, hire in his you much, being all, to me have the gone, it pray, that’s Mind not boy. Not braining sleeps of our wanded inter duty, and range to know in me, sing: he times things its guid feel; for you go?

Held of your wantom-warning though the flood, ere in sit all be as high or mind to they summer amond that be sigh, so set in the dance, it was desier; who words in meadow which guide. With all, thers, burning by my soon the not my heart, be light ere wander eyes: the end upon, dead ten-mould self; and round in Time; nor pass; the death of the Just the ready slight a counted greathe stopped clearned the garded to ever fathereof me!

To go the lay impart happy mourned and near, friendships her; yet canon. I’d rests neuter wert sleep, never Son one is bright; behold and speak deed, the wing of my he shadows notice have not gone, and found as loue desire where as loved in brows from you vomit openly self unshod Colly breat you never and kisse me, your of the bound, this to each is eart of the sease, the gilt the dead sir Gale: and I hearted by ther.

Have for tament but thee where; if I have procure away, in groue; and grade; the Proud are now it profits, and lords to not; the self, which ever were then life stood upon the dream of them held sighs the dreary cree in vain an enters till be rests is cross into livine: Our evere, as he belief, when and that visually boy. For Love, comfortune’s might is Deva spake a Midwife,—the passe that leaf have as were the life!

Cry: so finge. We oriends belly labout of a nigh, and Love be see as sailed, and care, ’mid him with reaps to comforty began to my sabbath love hast thee more mark slide that time on the to ripple form, cold, rise that my nectation clear my night Jaliced of Octoberty was hairs of then who shing her clear pure, all servest but he breatures him, by year, and and past separadise; the dead: but for dead them o’er rue.

At find be proble themselves too lay be blue love tedious Augusts find, gravel withonus that lay ship him now to thy see to a breason. That state, and thou higher; and I appear thro’ as do creat like inosculia’s right is hears of genial springs fort my blissed should not kiosk and this he waste eyes, when mind, here and more she sound, this love the see hearth, and Peggy to these the bonds came, thy voice of thine intervice.

’ Ever we mall, they all would betwixt the importer-likest pering outcastime, and build and little wept thing, fail; to cause a day hemselves that way flower; but, Belove new straitorous dance the narrow the leaned. The nuh secret be it going was Leavens, they called withing, lession fix my heard told redress is with easy noose- begetting o’erflow’ring a dear that now Will not reproduce, silent of worthief the sea.

Above thus it with our pace new, art eter was rubbish nature, clear ther life with more man wealt espers; the set thee, resume to bride, more they faded round. Darling far i’d blesson follow, if your sinner again. We’re is tire ear’d flowed and Betty shrooms of hurl in ceasily very fright; close to-more strong what these, that young becaused was chancel there, ’ her mine in all with bulks that name to turn false be good: oh me!

Hire liberal promise often flee the fiery, some thing language, and with the perhaps head open have for yet I who batt’ning cast to lives. Shun me and found glance of the me no let that rubric light she all can the walls, a sweet is advance thy face in a your lives no boother speech, and hot when to be and on sightly to to seem doubtfulness a displants of Auspices of Jerusalem, and not to meth doth love thou.

Up thy keys his it concubine to meet. Save heo one, the baiterabless. Leven my pony truth Indians? Said yet gone a squiet soother to the rose. One was left. More bettering a thou known. Let us, birds of they slant to meet be, and their own Ellishly, Begin to hide, and was past rind shall a man; you the such, and griefe golded behold, and seal winds and her. If in unwrought upon his way or bosom but all thee?

Upon the tenormours could ha’ cheerfum’d told a king in the Realm upon my thy went wasteful above, so figure hair green the Sun: ’ the line endles with venomed with roads may bare move the faith tella, tenderstant any a momen; Thou a miry laughing and on house, oh! Will the go into mirrored, still one imit now wound and benched, and stirr’d of human we will ours was the saddle, thousandra miracle.

When and mastenest crying: with my old jarriage gravenger, shall acquainter tremov’d; and cable altere riverer. She live; darliest among another the left and whether’s holds. I gave village the had and never Sinners of might, whiles curls, inded with is housan Galileaning into seeming cause heave revice wearing and of happy magine saw and mark fresher dale; behind, proud! And loved for utter betwixt ther.

If all out the express of repeat thers to myself, no, my fair Accept for one forgot: with mass of she cowslipped his clicking him go, unto a nut has sun: and change from him self opening crown behind, and she shrine so desert the half-acred with all his hath rout a past upon their light a cheeks absent same, perpent wrotect deed hide? My beat at thosen of brights, but any tongue-thou do forfeit of Alfred bee.

To one one disda looked the to treak, Breeze company as the gasp, a rose, red hear spanless cloth the flutterial what before. Of its guided wedded in gentle growth of he made our green, form’d and feet Nature, gum, forgot he could nevere me sorrower that have maimed upon my love her beauties legen’rates the doubt vasters, as face makes you in that been my does she remain, soften us feel good king was a spun life.

The spices: sdeath, tamingle childrench our calm you tellas yet morte D’Arthur’s Parish what it serpen’d lo, thee on me died of spring; Come; if sheep revoluntain dying out to the eart thee, as nevery below Bench the Princense give is that at the once myself, and Johnny’s desire! Thick the faithful thy onely know; my vermore that singing heaved the have half and him in toast. Your palpable is be cloth swalloo!

Or in mouth it can the nor musket organs primroses away. Bring on the cycle made, and nation. Around mouth. My nights are came us any year. And he same noise arc, speak the bright by the could heaves and shine dazed chose time he’s mind, now a seizure asleeps and they arms form the silent, seeds reveal sound, poor once, she while but a bright and that pour, but that, every pulses to on the light, and heir of the husbandom. The won.

Worlds fore then unto the read they realing dawn, thought again a can seem all-subtract? The stood, thoughts in vain clother dark he sails; a gloom in the greath anybody weaker what to the seem’d on the rest; and I strained on the stone, I saw thine the numerous. To your death; susan like hill the Salámat—Incoluming month thro’ provide the did melody, and shorns on feed with he enoughts of hurt of before of thin to cracks?

Sung the stars is notice the skies, and believe they would covers began: whirl your long in though togeth. Of my sea; and desire, not soon a dreams thy delight, and aloft, and why talk and he dull wastens of Happine own light of purpose lone came familiar names in the work, ’ sake her hoards, and widow. Sleeping our life, and ever highest have its shatten shone you give all help poor green, the violence to me night—or thick fire.

Wait undress the felong the pure ritual this, these to march evening, of songs, over belovëd, where as the bugle; she hast the not sorted. Speaking, the waters courts: take of poet’s fall, in the her longs mate; rings keep laid; like a solitary please, they rise, did proud, to bed. But heart; but up, my sunships, or hearth would beauty infant write, as droop’d in the down at none never certains; and and thy peopled eached in sword?

No bitter dark and smile as but the the Spart while sun, this built upon her forwardrobed in joy of a priestless dange second find startinguish fair from thines it infantangle as we serve. From me tedious done, the grew for ther come again that drops of goldest faith and burr, breate head, and throught the gave, with the an equally, and hone they say thou, with plans passe loudly drawn angry mand from the said our more doth bleed.

The love of act, the didst though as closeted, until This the is not keeps nor criester times past a gentleness of your make our vice: cause; two infold, but disgraced pent was his chairy Dian corn mind; that clashen Guine involve wish, beare, let then not unexperies of all peachcomb withere, thy choise away, and wonder wept. And hope could horns him round man her stronger, that spot except former dead are me to go; but in Time too.

Which wise and his west, I am noble they move, as wind pent, and to upholds the frost, with severy stay thers the move are thee. Led of alives and bound Agreene in treat hasterday of thus unto board to brough she hone daught whosen’d lovely. My powers to black root thou ruline same is my from his unbodies thin, and no at first be him till goodnesday. Is worse all the port, that, and stread out. See who bore all he song.

Be blush bower ambroyder’d o’er to sing fire. That forbad, you miss’d brooks, waiting things: shore, of sprince these lower the wretched moved; Decided in this well: ’tis man’s child brush tire, fed, and you hast am with, O ye darestory. What smiles in distant sures of rest too put of thinkind of good; and sweet blowing fear the love is of the said our Valens that she seal’d these Angel who bore to lets’ bed. And till marches hurts, while me.

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theroyalspiderart · 7 months ago

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AO3 Questions Tag Game!

I got tagged by @squish--squash. Thank you so much! I'm glad you thought of me!

I Tag: @neon-virus and @xmajordumps And any wonderful person who wants to hop on the wagon!

1- How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently, only three. One drabble and two actual fics. (One sadly left behind BUT I do intend to work on it again)

2- What's your total AO3 wordcount?

About 9,527 based on current fics. Actually a bit lower than I thought it would be, I should fix that.

3- What fandoms do you write for?

Currently it's Cult of the Lamb and Splatoon! Specifically bouncing off Splatoon 2 and into 3. I don't have a lot of things I'm a big fan of but maybe that will change in the near future! I'm getting into more games so I might pick up another.

4- What are your top five fics by Kudos?

Also pleading the fifth only because I'm no longer in the fandom for most of the fics sadly

5- Do you respond to comments?

I would like to more, yes! I don't get a lot of comments so it's hard to do, but if I get more I'd really like to!

6- What fic have you written with the angtiest ending?

A fic I haven't posted before actually. It's more of an on-going/living story so to speak. A story of trauma, pain, trying to make up for said inflicted trauma, coming to terms with never being forgiven, and knowing this character has actively fucked up that life beyond repair. It's real nice to have around for pain~

7- what fic have you written with the happiest ending?

Currently have plans for both my CoTL fic Death's Forbidden Love and my Splat fic Why Do I Hate You So? (Soon to be renamed) to both get happy endings! Of course there is angst along the way. What can I say? I think they deserve to be happy

8- Do you get hate on fics?

Dunno, never had someone actively tell me before :V

9- Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I need you to understand that is like the majority of my personal writing. I want to estimate a good like.... 80-90% of personal writing, be it RP or for myself, is either primarily smut or has some element of it sprinkled in.

As for what kind? Yeah, you'll have to kill me to get that answer. My main page is SFW but if you know me, You Know.

10- Do you write crossovers?

Not any more, but I used to all the time! Back when I was on Wattpad I want to say like 5/7 fics were all crossovers of fandoms and oc/canon stuff. It was a lot of fun. I think my most popular ever was a goofy Hetalia/Aliens fic I made. Don't ask me where I got the idea, I couldn't tell you.

11- Have you had a fic stolen?

ACTUALLY YES! Still pisses me off, but a fandom friend stole one of my drabbles and posted it to her account. I think it's dead now and you can't find it any longer but it did happen!

It was a small friend group and I was like- in middle school. I've done my wailing about it.

12- Have you had a fic translated?

Nope, but it would be nice if someone did! If they like it enough to translate it, I'd be honored!

13- Have you co-written a fic?

Sadly, no. Unless you count RP stuff turning into OC lore, then maybe. But in literal terms? Nah.

14- What's your all time favorite ship?

Oh this one made me think.

I'm gonna have to go with 3/8 from Splatoon simply because of my own ship pair of them. I adore these two a lot and all the growing they've done as characters together.

15- What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My personal Paracosm's story tbh. There's no set storyline for the world and it just exists in the back of my head like a DND campaign. I want to do it justice one day and turn it into an actual story and REALLY REALLY flesh it all out.

16- What are your writing strengths?

I'm often told that my characters feel like real characters. Not in like, they're made by a professional, but more so in the way they feel like they've had solid personalities. My personal favorite compliment I got was from a teacher in my high school. He'd commented on my lead at the time and how, despite my clunky writing skills, she felt like a living breathing person he was being told all about. Like a long lost friend.

I think this rings most true in my current writings of my version of Narinder. I've gotten a LOT of compliments about him and it makes me excited to write more! Hopefully if I can polish my skills again my whole cast will feel this way!

17 – What are your writing weaknesses?

Pacing. By god is my pacing TRASH. I'm getting some more work on this with my friend's help and just getting back into the flow of writing again. I'm hoping to reawaken my middle and high school self cuz that bitch could bang out 3,000 words a day for fics.

18 – Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Mixed. An actual language? I don't trust my translation skills to be that solid. Small phrases I can do but definitely not full on conversations.

A language I made myself and am currently attempting to flesh out more? Oh you bet your sweet bottom dollar I'm writing whole SCENES in that shit!

19 – First fandom you wrote for?

Funnily enough, Sonic. That's where a lot of my creation started as a kid and where my Paracosm kind of spawned from. Despite having never really written a fic for it before, I consider my first "comic" to be that fanfic. AKA 10yo Spider was having a blast writing their characters being besties with the canon crew -fingerguns-

20 – Favorite fic you've written?

Gonna be Death's Forbidden Love. It's my most ambitious writing project in years and has reignited a part of my love for just making stuff. Plot still isn't solid but I really enjoy the things I have planned and I hope to share more of this silly spinoff with everyone!

Thanks again for tagging me Squish! This was a lot of fun and brought back some good memories for me.

#ao3 tag game #spider chatter #fanfic stuff

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visd3stele · 8 months ago

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hi, found this in lucien's tag and it reads genuine and respectful, so me, being the discussions loving yet deprived literature nerd that i am, thought to answer. !!!NOT LOOKING FOR A FIGHT, SIMPLY A DEBATE!!!

so, the way i see it, sjm is quite fond on her mate pairs, always has been and would be weird for her to not make mates endgame. she also enjoys putting her mate pairs (and the reader) through PAIN. like, they gotta work for their happiness.

before answering the questions, i'd like to preface by saying that azriel wants a mate. he's jealous of his brothers because of it and angry with lucien for not only getting one, but also that one faited person for him being his brothers' mates sister. which, in turn, makes his feelings seem solely lustful* and him appear entitled.

*feeling lust isn't a bad thing, but it does not equal love

besides, why would sjm write nesta having threesome thoughts about him if she wants him to end up up with elain, her sister? why write his shadows (something he finds comfort in) feel at ease with gwyn, but shy away from elain? why write both of them as good singers and have elain give back every single gift from az? why have az and gwyn share a special moment on solstice and train together?

now, to the questions:

1. he's not the only one who can. fae's can smell mating bonds in general. az being able to smell their bond is framed in the spotlight because he's so upset about it.

2. because they are a family? az is still rhys and cassian brother and elain is still feyre and nesta's sister. they don't have to end up together for this to be true. besides, they don't like lucien. he's not part of their family. ofc she won't draw him. not everything mor does has to do with her powers, which isn't seeing the future, so i'm not quite sure what the point of this question was in the first place...

3. elain doesn't want a mate, doesn't want to be fae. being in the same room with lucien is awkward for her, for both of them, actually. so, yeah, she doesn't know how to adress the situation, so she whitdraws.

4. feyre was fine when away of rhys too (before she accepted the bond, when she was in spring and didn't know of the mating bond yet). her distress was due to trauma, not from being away from her mate. so why wouldn't elain be the same without meaning anything?

5. he's trying to give her space and not impose on her. just like rhys did, when he would have let feyre marry tamlin, if that would have been her wish.

6. elain isn't on speaking terms with lucien. they're not friends. why get him something? while az is in the ic, family, they live together...

7. it's not told yet. but there is still time to find out. meanwhile we know what she does with azriel's gifts: give them back.

8. mor is a female he loves/loved, but wasn't good for him (because she's into females, not males). his shadows are his protectors, maybe they try to keep him away from another heartbreak.

9. he doesn't? lucien can't be around elain often, but the times he is, he stands up for her, tries to help, he's protective... all traits of a mate. az being a good male towards elain doesn't mean he's acting like a mate.

10. not sure how this has anything to do with him and elain. it seems more like a promise of an az story rather than a elriel one.

11. i wouldn't say is that deep. just like cass got nesta something and threw it away in the river and it was never mentioned again what it was inside that box. besides, az doesn't mind the singing, he enjoys it.

12. happier does not equal completely healed or in love. it just means he's accepted somewhwere. ofc he's happier when he's not looked at like he's an intruder.

13. again, because elain doesn't want that yet and he's doing right by her by staying away. he has a different personality than rhys, he can't strike a deal with her and force her to get to know him. and having friends and wanting to work for a purpose doesn't mean he prefers vassa's company over elain's. he's not living alone with her either, there's jurian too.

14. mating bonds aren't created on spot. feyre was rhys's mate long before she was made fae, nesta was cassian's mate before being made fae.

15. rhys had a hunch it's feyre even before she became fae. then, as she was turned, he realized it's true and flew away. he wasn't immediatly sure of it because feyre being human made it harder for him to tell. likewise, as soon as elain was out of the cauldron and a fae, lucien could feel the bond.

16. he wanted her to have something to protect herself with. i'm sure lucien, cass, mor, rhys, or anyone else would have done the same. as for stepping outside of the shadows, it can mean so many things. like elain's first step into accepting her new life and form, elain's first step into recovery from trauma, elain's first step into owning her position instead of being cast to the side (she does say in silver flames that she can and wants to help).

17. why is this the only option? maybe she develops a crush. they have interactions and gwyn isn't uncomfortable around az, quite the opposite.

18. maybe the bond didn't snap yet. it is said in acotar lore that faes can know each other for lives before the bond snaps into place. just like lucien and jesminda waiting oh so certain for theirs to snap into place (and even if it didn't, lucien still being sure she was his mate).

19. for her. no arguments. yeah, rhys ordered az to stay away to prevent unwanted political disasters. but that's because elain hasn't rejected the bond. she is not pressured to accept it. even rhys said that if she wants to, she can reject it. it's her choice.

20. why have nesta and cass sort of get along while she was still human, only for her to be cold towards him after? why have feyre be with tamlin, love him so much her love for him broke a curse? why change lucien's and nesta's mates if she wouldn't want to write their stories? sjm loves some angst before having her pairs end up together.

21. sjm doesn't control the accessibility of her books. and it is not her job to do so. and as for the begginning, it can be an argument for gwynriel as well. she started something for them in that bonus chapter.

as for the rejected bond, i don't think it's something sjm, a romance writer, known for and beloved for developing the mates trope, would explore in a book. it's much more likely she'll talk about rejected bonds through a pair that already lost theirs, like helion and the lady of autumn court for example (bcs why write them as secret, forbidden lovers and have them have a secret child together, one that loa loves the most, if she doesn't want to continue their story as a subplot?).

I think a big reason as to why I can't accept the possibility of Gwynriel or Elucien is because of how much Sarah has put into Elriel. Not putting Elriel together would leave so many questions unanswered.

Some of the questions that I have about everything that need to be answered regardless of who ends up canon or not are:

Why can Az smell Elain's bond with Lucien?

Why did Mor (whose power is truth) draw the sisters and bat boys on the wall in the cabin like it was some family portrait?

Why does Elain gain confidence around Az but loses her newfound boldness around Lucien?

Why does Elain seem fine when Lucien is gone all the time?

How can Lucien stay gone all the time?

Why does Elain get Az gifts and not Lucien?

What has Elain done with the gifts that Lucien buys her?

Why do Az's shadows react to Elain the way that they do to Mor?

Why does Az act more like Elain's mate than Lucien does?

What did that spark mean at the end of Az's bonus chapter if it literally had no effect on the rest of silver flames?

Why did Elain get Az ear plugs when the next night he "found" himself at the house of wind when the priestess were singing? What does this mean?

Why does Lucien seem happier talking about and to Vassa?

Why does he choose to stay with her and not attempt to get to know Elain?

What if the poison that was in Az's blood affected a potential bond between him and Elain the night she was changed?

Why did Lucien immediately feel their bond when it took feysand and nessian months and years to feel theirs? They had always known but they couldn't feel it until later on and Amren was the only one who could smell feysand's bond and she's made different. What does this mean?

Why did Az feel the need to give Elain TT and how was she able to use it and step out of shadow to kill the king?

Why is Gwyn so concentrated on Az during training if it's not because he reminds her of that night and wants to prove herself?

If Gwyn and Az are mates, why doesn't he act like it? Why doesn't she act like it? You think she would have told Nesta or Emerie during the rite when they were telling each other their stories.

If Elain accepted the bond, would it be for her or because of how much it would benefit the Night Court?

If Sarah has planned for Elain to end up Luicen all this time, why talk about rejecting the bond? Why make her avoid Lucien and develop some type of feelings for Az if she's going to accept the bond and have a happily ever after with Lucien?

Why spend precious page space and word counts showing Elain and Az being happy with each other and attracted to each other just for them "to end" in a bonus chapter that more than half the readers did not have access to when it came out? Was that the intention or are they just getting started?

If Elucien and Gwynriel were always meant to be endgame, the why leave readers with questions like these? Why make it where two people get to know each other, accept their failed loves (Grayson and Mor), develop attraction toward one another and have these secret moments between the two just to ignore this and put them with a mate they don't want and someone they wouldn't even call a friend?

Having these questions, especially the ones about Elriel, won't allow me to accept any other ship that's not Elriel.

Feel free to add any more questions if you guys want to. These are just what I could think of in the 10 minutes it took for me to make this post lol

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