#yeah Melody is JD

[thegoldenphantom]

Has anybody done dead girl reprise with Phoebe and Melody or can I freely fantasize with a heathers AU

[jongace]

let out the beast haters im sorry for your bad taste get well soon

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

Gmmtv 2025

So now, that I have time, I'm actually gonna sit and watch the trailers properly. Let's go.

Dare You to Death - The plot is appealing to me, the cast is interesting. I was never a JD fan so if I decide to watch it will be for all the ensemble and the actual plot.

Head 2 Head - My babies! Forced cohabitation my beloved. I'm gonna pretend I didn't see the vision thingy cause other than that this just seems like a cute bl, and I'm here for that.

Burnout Syndrome - OffGun in a love triangle? Gun being fought over by two men just has god intended? I am so seated for this!

Whale Store xoxo - MilkLove is back and I wanna like this one. It seems cute, and drama light. I'll probably be tuning in.

Only Friends - Dream On - The chill that came down my spine when the song started playing. I left my body. With that said, and like I said before, EarthMix is here, so who am I kidding? I will watch. Kinda surprised to see JossFluke already paired in another bl, before the first one has even started airing. OhmLeng was predictable as a recurring pair and I'm always here for Ohm. Leng has a lot to prove being surrounded by all these names.

That Summer - MOND! Mond kissing boys! That's it.

My Romance Scammer - Not in a million years did I think we would get this OhmFluke combo. Dimples is back kissing boys and Ohm is just back. And MarkJunior seem to be here to stay. Also, I love that since we got gay marriage we should immediately tackle gay divorce. Sounds good.

Melody of Secrets - I'm glad they're back playing adults although the dynamic seems to be the same. I wish they changed it up and let Book be the pursuer. I like the horror elements and we don't get enough of those but I don't know about this one.

Love You Teacher - The first half of this trailer had me. I love Perth and he's playing a grown up so I was sold. And then it happened. And I don't know how I feel about any of it.

MU-TE-LUV - I guess we're getting this and not OurSkyy3. Will watch the queers and the rest we'll see.

Cat for Cash - This is just rude. Do they know that cats are my ultimate weakness? I can't watch all these shows, but a show with talking cats? multiple of them?? C'mon. I'm not even gonna pretend to be torn about this one. I will be watching.

Girl Rules - So, Only Friends but make it sapphic. I'm sad to say, I'll probably pass on this one.

Boys In Love - PAPANG!!! The rumours were true and he's paired with Pod in this. All I saw in this trailer was that and the dimples. Who is that kid? Cause he's adorable. This is the obligatory high-school bl, it looks soft and fluffy. Might check it out.

My Magic Prophecy - I will be skipping this one.

A Dog and a Plane - What a mess of a trailer. But do I care? Not even a little. It's TayNew so I'll be watching with bells on.

Me and Thee - This show will be the true test of how shallow I can get. Will I start a show because Est was wearing glasses in the trailer? Only future me will know. Look, PondPhuwin can play, we know this, but I don't know if I want another show with them so soon. At least they're playing different roles, so there's that.

Wu - Who was saying this wasn't bl? Did you not see the golden thread? And the fate talk? And the looks? And well, everything? It's a bl. I don't know about this one mostly because I don't know the actors. Although tumblr is doing its job well and I'm this close to binging the frenemies show so maybe I'll reevaluate.

Memoir of Rati - I am so easy, it's embarrassing honestly. They so pretty, the scenery is so pretty, historical bl. Sold!

Ticket To Heaven - So many flashbacks to catholic school. It looks good, which doesn't surprise considering it's Aof. I'm glad GeminiFourth are back playing more serious roles. I am really intrigued by this one but also don't trust it completely for some reason. I don't know yet.

Yeah, I'm a sucker. I will be watching most of the first episodes of this line up in like a year when they actually get made. Probably not gonna stick with a lot of them but we'll see. As it's becoming obvious, I'm easy.

Also just a fun fact I guess, and as @lurkingshan as said here, with these shows, 4 couples will hit 5 series as a pair. OffGun, FirstKhao, ForceBook and EarthMix, even though that last one I'm counting Ossan's Love which is also not released yet.

And another thing, of the Gmmtv 2024 QL shows, 7 have yet to premiere. Thame Po, will premiere December 13 but the other six don't have dates yet. They are : My Golden Blood, Ossan's Love, The Ex-Morning, Us, Sweet Tooth Good Dentist and Revamp. So yeah, we're not gonna see any of these new shows anytime soon. Although I'm putting my money on the OffGun series being one of the first to premiere in this line up.

All the trailers and posters for gmmtv2025 can be found here.

[blade-that-was-broken]

Sad Songs and Sunrises

An "I'm Still Here" AU Series Flashback Short

John Dory never passed up a good sunrise. If there was a moment Branch couldn’t find his brother, that was probably where he was. Somewhere high up, watching the sun slowly rise above the horizon. Branch mostly liked to sleep in so he usually missed them, not that he particularly felt the need to see so many. The sun came up. The sun went down. It happened over and over and over again. 

There were a few times Branch had woken up early enough to join him, usually when he couldn’t get back to sleep. JD always made him a cup of coffee, if they had it, or just brought another mug for the tea that his older brother tended to drink. It was easier to find or make. Rarely would he tease when Branch plopped next to him, just offer a mug and sit back in silence. He would wait until the sun was well into the sky and then look over at Branch. 

Then the teasing would begin. 

There were some times when they would spend most or even all day in one area and he would forget to come down from his perch. It was those days he would skip breakfast and spend a few hours strumming on his guitar, messing around with quiet melodies and broken lyrics. His music had gotten softer and his guitar skills even more so, a side effect, Branch supposed, of trying to not awaken the forest around them. 

Branch never got to hear anything full or concrete, although he didn’t think JD quite ever finished anything anyway. 

But he would try to listen when he could, if he was awake. JD’s voice had gotten deeper upon passing his mid twenties, as time went on. It had been a slow process but he remembered JD hitting a surprisingly low note one morning and stopped abruptly for a full minute, trying to wrap his head around what had happened. 

“Deep inside your heart…”

“You know it isn’t what it was.”

“Anxiety is growin’ like fog over the ocean..”

“Hopin’, wishin’, prayin’ that its gone when you get up…” 

Branch heard the muttering of his brother’s voice from above. The sun had been up for hours and that meant his brother had been at it for at least that long. 

“Sometimes you need the rain to know you miss the sun…”

“Sometimes the ones you hold…”

“You gotta let ‘em go.”

He restarted the fire from the night before and set up the grate over it to start lunch. JD had far more practice and skill in the area of cooking than thirteen year old Branch but he had learned a fair bit and wasn’t too bad himself. JD still did most of the cooking but every once in a while, Branch tried his hand at a meal too. They usually tried to keep things simple, although they both did their fair share of experimenting with it. 

“Hmm,” he heard JD mutter and talk to himself, erasing something on his paper before writing something else down. He tried strumming again, a little different this time. “That doesn’t really work.” 

“You’ve been fightin’ it off just like a fever.” 

“But there’s no holdin’ it back.”

It was sounding kind of sad, Branch thought. He did that on occasion, although he had no idea why. 

“When what hurts and what’s right are the same.” 

“When it kills you to leave or to stay.”

“When there is nothin’g to fix and nothin’ left to save.”

JD paused again, looking up at the sky. “That might be a little much, even for him,” he sighed and then put down the guitar and closed the notebook, tucking it away in his hair. 

It was near noon on the dot when JD came down and carefully put his guitar away in the case before approaching the fire. He walked next to Branch and glanced at what he was making. 

“Heya kiddo! Sleep well?” he grinned, as if he wasn’t writing and singing a rather sad song just moments before. He ruffled Branch’s hair before sliding away from the younger’s ire. 

“I’m not a kid anymore,” he huffed, rolling his eyes. 

JD chuckled, rather unbothered. “You are thirteen so yeah, you’re still a kid. Either way, it don’t matter. You’re always gonna be younger than me. And you’re always gonna be my- a - kid to me,” he let out a light cough. Branch just shot him a weird look. He better not be getting sick. “Don’t try to grow up too fast. Trust me.” 

[decent0distraction]

Solo harmony au - part 4

Now that I have ranted and raved about the little details and dynamics a bit, let’s finally talk about the storyline.

The last night of Baby’s Concert for the Pop Troops ends with a rocky fight between the two royal sisters before everyone moves out to the next posting.

Also just to be clear, the Baby team, by John Dory’s design, is going to the same safe zone towns the Pop troops are as a way to…um, gain further fame for Baby from the soldiers and the civilians. Branch, however, believes that John Dory set it up this way so Branch could use the perfect harmony to heal the spirits of those negatively impacted by the war. And it’s war, so that means literally everyone.

I’m sure that miscommunication won’t be a problem. Anyway-

With their soldiers were drunk, asleep, or at least taking one last time to relax before back into the fray, Viva and Poppy follow each other, arguing, while Branch and his brothers are wrapping up.

“I just need you to explain your thought process to me, Poppy,” Viva said as she rubbed her temples. “What could possibly make you think it would be expectable to-“

“-Oh, please, enough with the mature, regal act. You think you’re better than everyone when really, you’re just full of yourself. Okay? So take it down about 10 notches-“

“-Don’t talk to me like that! I’m still your queen-“

“-Yep, sure are!” Poppy shoved Viva to the ground, gaining the attention of Branch and Floyd, Bruce stepping in.

“Hey, um, your highnesses? Maybe there’s something we can do to help sort this out,” he offered.

John Dory and Clay suggested Branch and Floyd go back to their tent, Floyd agreeing.

“Yeah, Branch. Let’s just-“ but Branch leapt off the stage, knowing that words wouldn’t reach the disconnected sisters.

“I want to run,” he sang. “I want to hide.”

Poppy hadn’t yet turned to Branch, but Viva had and saw the glow beginning to form around the pop star.

“I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside.”

Poppy saw something reflecting in Viva’s eyes and turned around to stare in wonder and amazement as the perfect harmony echoed off of Branch as he sang.

“I love this song,” Viva sighed, smiling at the memories the melody brought her.

“I watch to reach out.”

Poppy couldn’t help but join in. “And touch the flame.”

“Flame,” Branch sang, happy to have a singing partner who seemed to actually enjoy singing. “Where the streets have no name.”

While humming along, Poppy held her hand out to dance with Branch. But when he reached out to accept, the glow pulsed and began to wrap around Poppy’s hand and up her arm.

Startled and a little drunk, she pulled away.

Branch feared her offended her and stopped singing, the glow lost.

“What was that,” Viva asked. “I’ve never felt so at peace; so…so safe.”

“Yeah, whatever that was,” Poppy said, shaking her head. “I’ve never seen anything like it. Hey, is that gonna do anything to my hand? Because listen, super-Troll good looks, I’ve always had ‘em. But super-Troll strength; I mean, can you imagine the possibilities with-“

“-No, no, it won’t do anything to you. Or at least, it shouldn’t, right, JD,” Branch asked, all eyes on John Dory.

“Uh, well, you know…I don’t know,” John Dory admitted. “But I’m sure the princess will be fine.”

“Please don’t sue us,” Clay pleaded.

No one gets sued, of course, and nothing happens to Poppy. But Branch is kept awake that night by the possibility that if the princess was able to almost take on the harmony with him, then maybe he can give it to the Bergens and prevent them from wanting to eat Trolls.

But when he tries to suggest it to his brothers…

“Branch, you can’t be serious,” Floyd fussed. “You really think we’re going to let you put yourself in danger like that?”

Branch couldn’t believe it. “But the whole point of these concerts and shows is to share the perfect harmony and help Trolls. The Bergens feed on happiness; what else could be better than-“

“-You’re not doing it and that’s final,” John Dory cut off sternly.

Branch got closer as he spoke. “But that isn’t fair for the Trolls that have lost everything to the Bergens! Maybe this is why I’m the only one of us who can produce the perfect harmony; because you won’t do what’s right and I will-“

The air was heavy and buzzed like static after John Dory slapped Branch, the oldest horrified as he watched himself send the little body of his baby brother to the ground.

“Branch!” Floyd and Clay fussed over him, Bruce calming them down.

“Okay, okay, you two. Just give us a second here. Branch, babe, you okay? Did he twist your neck? Let me see where he hit you.” Holding Branch’s chin, Bruce sighed at the red mark from JD’s open hand. “You should be okay. Go back with Floyd and Clay. We’ll join you guys soon.”

Branch didn’t move except to shrug Floyd’s and Clay’s hands off of him when they tried to help him up. He stared at John Dory. “Both of you, right? No one is going to leave?”

Bruce gave him a smile. “Both of us. No one’s gonna lea-“

“-I need to hear it from him,” Branch stated.

John Dory turned to Branch and held his hand out to help his littlest brother up. “I’m not going anywhere, shining star.”

“Okay,” Branch nodded, standing up while refusing any of the four hands offered to him. “Floyd, Clay, let’s hurry up and head back before it gets to dark to see.”

And my dearest reader, I wish I could I say that when John Dory and Bruce joined their younger brothers in their tent, they all sat down and saw reason, agreeing to Branch’s idea.

But the only thing that happens is that Bruce, Clay, and Floyd supervise a well thought out apology between the oldest and the youngest, before John Dory awkwardly excuses himself and Branch is shooed off to bed like a child.

And nothing happens. Er, for another week, that is.

I mean, nothing except that Bruce keeps catching Poppy sneaking into Baby’s rehearsals.

Poppy watched from the rafters as Branch had fun with a number, pulling Clay away from his work to dance with him. “You can dance. You can jive.”

She thought it was strange that when Clay sang with him, the older one didn’t glow too. “Having the time of your life.”

“Hold it, hold it,” John Dory called, Branch dropping his happy mood and Clay returning to his work. “Branch, we talked about this. These rehearsals are hard work. Not for you to interrupt Clay or anyone else while they’re working.”

Clay rolled his eyes. “Lay off, will you? He’s just trying to make things fun. Isn’t fun what being a pop star is supposed to be?”

“Not when we have four shows back to back,” John Dory argued.

“We? He wouldn’t have to do four shows back to back if you hadn’t set them up that way,” Floyd reminded him.

“Please don’t fight,” Branch requested. “That won’t solve anything. I’m sorry, JD. Clay’s right; I was just trying to make things fun. It makes the harmony stronger for the performance.” Clay looked smug and Branch gave him a look. “But JD’s right too. We have work to do. Speaking of, let’s run through Wanna Dance. I need to lock down the choreography before we start on the performance for Wonderwall.”

John Dory proudly watched Branch seamlessly perform the fourth song in the set.

Meanwhile, the princess was effortlessly climbing along the rafters to get a closer look.

“Oh, I wanna dance with somebody. I wanna feel the heat with someb-“

“-Hey, who’s up there,” Bruce called, halting the rehearsal and sending all eyes towards Poppy as a flashlight was directed at her.

“The princess? But why would-“ Branch’s question was interrupted when she fell, catching herself with her hair and landing on her feet.

“Sorry,” she shrugged, sober and sheepish. “I just had to see more of that glowing thing you made happen.”

Branch approached her kindly. “It’s okay. I understand-“

But John Dory got in the way. “Forgive us, your highness. But this is a closed rehearsal-“

“-JD, you’re being rude. It’s fine, your highness. Really,” Branch insisted.

“You can just call me Poppy. The only Trolls who call me your highness are the guards and they’re all assholes. So…”

So yeah. Poppy watches the rehearsal until the ground starts shaking. She may be a princess and a pain in the ass, but she was still trained for this kind of thing. So when a scout warns that a Bergen has been spotted nearby, she prepares to defend Branch and his family.

However, the Bergen isn’t attacking. Things die down but everyone is still very much on edge.

With the concert cancelled, Branch tells his brothers that he’ll meet them at their tent, staying behind to tell Poppy his idea.

And Poppy, who has always been either a joke or the spare, agrees to help Branch find that Bergen and test his theory.

And that’s all for right now, people. More to come.

[kittyball23]

The Proposal (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: BroZone reunites, and Branch has a very important question for Poppy…

A/N: This one is my longest so far, and also a direct follow-up to my oneshot 'Hug Time.' Enjoy!

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"Guys, I think this calls for a celebration! "

Branch cringed as John Dory yelled out right next to his ear, still interlocked in the five-brother hug that had resulted from Branch's Hug Time's bracelet chiming. He cringed slightly more at the loud chorus of agreement that rung out from his other brothers, enthusiastic to join in the celebratory moment and fully agreeing with their oldest brother's suggestion. Branch, too, voiced his agreement – the time felt right, and the joyous mood amongst them was just right – but only after he was released from the tight hug and could regain his breath. As he allowed his lungs to expand again, he heard John Dory begin to harmonize the beginnings of a song.

"Everybody..."

Branch recognized it right away. It was one of the songs that they used to sing all the time, in every concert that they'd ever performed at, every rehearsal, and sometimes even in their downtime when they simply chilled together in their pod.

It was Spruce who followed up in the harmony next. "Yeahahh..."

"Rock your body..." John Dory continued.

"Yeahahh..." Clay sang, picking up the melody.

"Everybody..." JD sang again.

"Yeahahh..." Floyd crooned smoothly, joining in.

Four sets of eyes fell upon Branch next, expectantly and kindly. They had all contributed thus far, and only he remained left. The blue Troll smiled, gladly adding to the perfect quintet chorus. "Rock your body, right..."

Reenergized, the five Trolls – brothers, friends, and family – struck a pose, side by side and grinning broadly as they let the song's beat drop.

"BroZone's back, ALL RIGHT!"

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What a celebration it had turned out to be!

The brothers sang their song all through the trip back home on the caterbus, and back upon the mushroom stage that was in Pop Village. Trolls from all tribes had gathered to see the spectacle that was BroZone 2.0 – AKA BroZone Reunion, BroZone: Here We Bro Again, BroZone: Where Did They Bro? Well, It Turned Out To Be A LOT of Different Places, But We FOUND THEM!! (Hey, the title was still a work in progress for them, but it could be dealt with later). Like it had many years ago, the feeling of being back on the stage filled them with life, making them each feel like they were truly home again. Clearly, it mattered not where they were, so long as they had had each other once more. But Branch could dwell on the sap later – right now, they had a show to put on!

Bounding up on the stage in a near perfect replica of how they'd done so almost two decades prior, John Dory, Spruce, Clay, Floyd, and Branch – all donning brand-new colorful hair-matching vests – made the crowd go wild with applause. The five wasted no time bursting into their song, recreating the Family Harmony flawlessly.

"Oh, my gah, we're back again!" Branch sang, spreading his arms out wide.

"Brothers, sisters, everybody sing ," Floyd sang, coming alongside his younger brother for a quick side hug.

"Gonna bring the flavor, show you how," Clay sang, busting a slick breakdancing move that looked to be a combination of a one-armed cartwheel and a split.

"Gotta question for you, better answer now, yeah ," Spruce sang, winking at the crowd.

"Am I original?" John Dory sang, gesturing to himself, snapping with both his hands and then making a finger gun.

"Am I the only one?" Floyd sang, placing a hand over his heart.

"Am I sensual?" Spruce sang, blowing kisses to some girls in the crowd who promptly fainted whilst he made sure his expression looked as suave as possible.

"Am I everything you need?" Clay sang, right as Branch finished with, "You better rock your body now!" The five sang the chorus all together, stepping in rhythm with each other, voices strong and proud.

"Everybody!

Yeahahh

Rock your body!

Yeahahh

Everybody!

Rock your body right..."

Automatically, the brothers all grouped together, pulling off their signature pose as they stacked themselves – John Dory and Clay at the bottom, Spruce and Floyd atop of their shoulders, and Branch being held up by the purple and magenta Trolls – and sang the last line.

"BroZone's back, ALL RIGHT!"

Cheering erupted from the audience watching. Right at the front, and being held back by her sister Viva, was an overly excited Poppy. She screamed joyously, tears of joy streaming down her pink cheeks as she jumped up and down.

"I LOVE YOU BROZONE!" she cried, and then even more loudly yelled, "I LOVE YOU BRANCH!!"

Around her, other cheers for the brothers were being screamed out.

"You're awesome, Clay!"

"Call me, JD!"

"Rock on, Floyd!"

"Marry me, Spruce!"

Poppy gasped when she realized that the last one had been called out by none other than her sister. Viva could hardly believe it herself, and she slapped a hand over her mouth, wide-eyed and blushing heavily. Had she really said out loud?

Spruce took it in stride, winking at pink Troll, and coming up with a brilliant idea. He waved his brothers over, guiding them further up the stage for a group huddle. "Branch!" he whispered, once out of earshot. "You know as well as all of us here do that it's time, brother."

Branch felt himself grow nervous when Spruce made the motion of putting an imaginary ring on a finger, while JD, Clay, and Floyd nodded approvingly.

He bit his lip, feeling his hands go clammy. "Y-you really think so?"

"Dude, she's totally in sync with you!" John Dory said, nudging Branch.

"I didn't get to see much of you two together," Floyd admitted, "but I can definitely tell that you've got something special going on."

"Hey, just make sure to have her save her sister for me, a'ight?" Clay joked.

"Nuh-uh!" Spruce quickly cut in. "She's already got her eyes on me, bro."

Clay laughed. "Yeah, good to see my comedic influence has rubbed off on you, Spruce. Because that's a good one!"

"It ain't no joke, I'm serious!" the purple Troll retorted.

The lime-green Troll blew a raspberry. "Yeah, right, she wants someone who's gonna make her laugh, not someone who's been sippin' one too many fruity drinks," he said, eyeing his brother's physique.

Spruce scoffed. "Well, you're not exactly a lightweight yourself, Clay!"

"YO, BROS," JD interrupted, before any more could be exchanged. "Mind staying focused here? This is Bitty B's Big Breakthrough!"

"Try saying that three times fast," Clay mumbled, before he and Spruce shot their blue brother an apologetic look.

"Sorry, Branch," Spruce said, "JD's right. This is all about you right now! So here's what we're gonna do..."

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"You like him, don'tcha, Viva?"

Viva wished she would stop getting prodded by Poppy's insistent questioning, and that the ground would swallow her up instead.

"I... I don't know!" she said.

"Then why did you go off screaming 'marry me!'?" Poppy asked, a sly smile on her face.

Viva flailed her arms. "Look, I just got caught up in the moment, okay?"

"Because you like him!" the Pop Queen concluded. Poppy giggled at the blush that spread across Viva's cheeks. She prepared to ask her another question, but paused when the band onstage began to sing again. Poppy whirled around, her attention fixated right on the boys instead, and Viva was extremely grateful for the interruption.

"Oooohhooo...

You're all I ever wanted

You're all I ever needed, yeah

So tell me what to do now

'Cause I, I, I, I, I, I want you back..."

Poppy blinked. Wait... wasn't that the song that they used back on the road trip? She wasn't complaining, the song was beautiful, and made even better with the addition of Branch and Floyd's angelic voices creating the five-part harmony. Poppy blushed, noting how her boyfriend's gaze was fixed solely on her as he sang the words, heartfelt and sincere. He made his way over to the edge of the stage, reaching his hands out so that she could grab on as he brought her up with him, still singing, still making her feel like the only Troll in the world and still making her feel so warm and fuzzy on the inside like he always managed to do. He pulled her close into a slow, sweet dance, left hand in hers, right hand on her waist, guiding them along the stage as they waltzed through the gentle ballad, a near replica of how they'd danced when Branch had regained his colors again.

"Baby I remember

The way you used to look at me and say

Promises never last forever

I told you not to worry

I said that everything would be alright

I didn't know then that you were right

I want you back, oh yeah..."

A light, carefree laugh escaped the Pop Queen when Branch briefly lifted her off the ground in a twirl, gracefully setting her down in a skilled pirouette, followed by a dip. Poppy felt giddy, her steps light, feeling almost as though she were floating on air. Branch's voice carried on ever so flawlessly, his sharp, blue eyes shining with the love specifically reserved for her and her only.

"You're the one I want

You're the one I need

Girl, what can I do?

You're the one I want

You're the one I need

Tell me what can I do..."

So caught up in the moment she was that Poppy hardly recalled the presence of the remaining brothers, that was, until their voices joined in the last chorus, amplifying what was already such a gorgeous melody and making it so much more magical.

"You're all I ever wanted

You're all I ever needed

So tell me what to do now

When I want you back

You're all I ever wanted

You're all I ever needed

So tell me what to do now

When I want you back..."

Branch pulled her close, releasing his hold on her left hand so that he could bring it up to her face, caressing the pink cheek that had grown warm with a blush. He twirled them around again, dipping close, teasingly close to her lips that it made Poppy's breath hitch, before he bent down, kneeling before her on his knees.

Wait, not knees, plural, Poppy noted, ONE knee.

The pink queen had to blink several times and shake her head to truly grasp the weight of what was happening. She had seen this motion before, seen it plenty of times growing up, in the Pop village, in all of the Troll tribes that she'd visited and in her visits to Bergen Town. This wasn't something ordinary, but rather, something quite extraordinary, something that only happened once in a girl's life, something that was fantasized about and only spoken of in awkward, blushing conversation with friends. Something that had to be experienced to truly be able to know how it felt. Something that was going to change the course of her life in such an unreal, positive way.

HOLY CUPCAKES AND SPRINKLES...

Branch is about to – He's gonna –

NO, he's not... is he?

Is he really gonna ask me???

I'm dreaming. That's it! I have to be dreaming. I fell asleep onstage, yeah, that's what happened!

Actually, no, that's silly, that couldn't have happened. I must be DAYdreaming.

Or maybe I'm NOT daydreaming.

Maybe this is a prank? Maybe Clay put Branch up to this as one big joke! Maybe he's just gonna ask 'Hey, Poppy, did you like the song?'

But NO... Branch is not like that, not with something like THIS. If this is what it REALLY is...

"Poppy..."

The Pop Queen almost jumped at her name, brought back to the reality that confirmed that Branch really, really was still kneeled on one knee in front of her. Her heart raced, pounding so fast and so loudly in her chest that she was hoping it wouldn't drown out his words. And the question that he may or may not ask.

He might change his mind.

He might start the question and then stop!

Is he really ready for this?

Am I really ready for this??

I think I am.

I HOPE I am.

Despite how loud Poppy's thoughts felt inside her head, there was no way that Branch could hear them.

What he could note, however, was the shift in his girlfriend's expression. From one of carefree happiness to understanding... and then to something that he couldn't quite place. Was it fear? Was it disgust? Was it joy that she was doing her best not to completely burst with? Branch suddenly felt his throat grow dry. Despite the fact that he knew they wouldn't be able to aid him – this being something that Branch had to handle himself – he still couldn't help but shooting a quick glance over at his older brothers. None of them had wives, so none of them had gone through what he was about to go through, but the pep talk that he'd been given in their group huddle still allowed him to feel some ease. John Dory gave him two thumbs up, grinning broadly. Floyd gave him a small nod, his grin far smaller than their eldest brother but still there, tugging the corner of his lip. Clay looked as though he was trying to prevent himself from laughing, and Branch felt mortified at knowing how much of a Puffalo in caterbus headlights he probably looked like right about now. His mortification started to go away though when he saw Spruce, mouthing the word 'CONFIDENCE' at him. You aren't confident, then she's not gonna think you're being legit 'bout it, Branch remembered him saying. It was confidence that he needed right now. Confidence, and honesty.

"Poppy," he started again, "I, umm... I didn't really plan a big speech or anything. Which, I know, sounds very unlike me – crazy-prepared bunker survivalist guy and all, heh heh..." He paused, letting out a chuckle. "But I did have a question I want to ask you. It's, um... actually something I've been wanting to ask you for a while now. And I'm not sure if you'll say yes, or if you'll say no, if you'll find it cool or too gross and weird. I'm not even sure if you're okay with me asking you in front of everyone like this!" – he gestured to the audience that Poppy had forgotten was even there – "But I won't know the answer to any of that unless I just go ahead and do it." Branch took a deep, calming breath, knowing that Poppy was hooked onto his every word, his every little movement and gesture, watching him closely, anticipating.

Everything felt like it was going in slow motion when he reached for her pink hand, grasping it gently in his, and using the other to reach into his vest pocket.

"Queen Poppy, you're the happiest Troll alive... but you might just end up making me the happiest Troll alive instead if you say yes to my question, which, not required... it IS your choice in the end, but, I uh, I've just really gotta know," Branch said, making sure he didn't continue rambling on and simply cut to the chase of what he was intending to say, the words that had long been aching to leave his mouth finally escaping his lips in a sweet, relieving release. "Will you... marry me?"

There. He'd said it. Finally!

Branch was trying incredibly hard to maintain his balance, even though the trembling that had overtaken his body did not seem to want to cease was doing him no favors. He kept his free hand steady as he presented the ring he'd obtained weeks ago. The ring was in fact a little ladybug-like creature, its shell a crystalline red beauty that shimmered so elegantly under the stage lights, producing a rainbow of iridescent beauty. But even with how pretty it looked, Branch knew it could never match how beautiful his Poppy was. Poppy who could very well end up becoming his fiancé before the end of the night was through, in as soon as the next minute.

She'll say yes, right? I mean, I DID tell her she doesn't HAVE to say yes, but... oh frosting, I really, REALLY hope she does...

The Pop Queen had grown silent, hearing the reactions of those in the audience. Some were gasps, some were hushed, excited whispers, some even wolf whistles. If Poppy strained to listen, she could pick out who exactly said what.

The Snack Pack, closest to the stage and witnessing the scene playing out before them in all its glory, were immediately riled.

Satin and Chenille already started to argue in hushed voices over what design to make for Poppy's wedding dress, while Biggie's jaw had dropped open, his pet worm Mr. Dinkles letting out an "Oh SNAP" in his deep voice (a contrast to the usual small 'mew' he would squeak out). Cooper and his brother Prince D let out an astonished "Daaaang," and were grinning, while Smidge let out her usual "Oh my gah!" in her gruff voice. Viva had clasped her hands together, absolutely thrilled, while Barb nudged Carol.

"Oooo, something tells me I'm gonna have to change 'Poppy's boyfriend' to 'Poppy's hubby'!" the Rock Troll whispered to her.

And Poppy? The Pop Queen's head was in a whirl. Had she heard Branch correctly? Even if she hadn't, she could clearly see her boyfriend (somewhat shakily) holding up the cute little ring up to her, with an expression of hope on his face. And that's when it hit her all at once.

Branch asked me to marry him. To MARRY him!! To be his wife!!!

Her love, the Troll she thought about every day when first waking up, and the last Troll she had on her mind right before she went to sleep. But even in her dreams he was there, and sometimes in them, they already were married! While she'd never told him, she was often finding herself fantasizing about their honeymoon, what he'd be like as a wonderful king, how they'd be as they watched their village thrive and how they’d grow old together. She suddenly felt horrible every time she played off his casual talk of marriage overall, making him believe that it was not something she wanted when it, in truth, was the complete opposite. She really, really, REALLY did want to marry him! She couldn't picture loving anyone else as much as she loved Branch. Her own fears for how he could possibly feel about it were what had held her back from admitting it, fear that he would not want it as much as she did.

But he DOES, she realized, if he's asking me. And you don't just marry someone just because!

Without realizing it, Poppy had started to almost hyperventilate, her breaths coming fast, and her cheeks wet with tears that she hadn't even realized were even pooling up in her eyes.

Branch looked concerned. "Poppy?"

The brothers were watching in awe, Spruce nudging JD. "Dude, I think he broke her!"

Barb was also thinking the same thing. "Uh-oh... I think Popsqueak's gonna totally hurl!" she said to the Snack Pack. The Rock Troll cringed, ready for a stream of rainbow-glitter vomit to come out of the Pop Queen's as soon as she opened her mouth, but was taken aback – as was everyone else in the audience – by the shrieking, joyous, enormous SCREAM that came out of her.

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS!!!!!"

It was a scream so loud that it could put ANY earsplitting guitar-riff that the Rocker Trolls did to the utmost shame. A scream that broke the sound barrier, bursting across the land like a sonic boom, possibly even heard in as far as the places that they had traveled on their journey! A scream that nearly busted her own eardrums from the force of it, the volume rattling her skull and nearly throwing out her voice. But she didn't care. She was beyond caring. All she knew was that Branch had asked her. Her Branch. And she said YES. Yes, she'd say YES! She wanted it. She wanted it more than she ever could have imagined, more than she could ever have hoped for – more than she even knew existed! And despite the hoarseness in her throat that had resulted of that all-powerful scream, she still continued to affirm her answer, in between what felt like the hundreds of kisses she was bestowing on the blue Troll's face. The Troll she was going to call her husband!

"YES! – mwah – YES!  – mwah – YES!  – mwah – YES!  – mwah – YES! YES! YES! YEEEESSS!!"

Branch happily allowed himself to be smothered in her affection. Actually, he wasn't even sure if 'happy' was the right word to use. He felt as though he had beyond exceeded that word. What he was feeling was otherworldly. An exact word couldn't come to mind right away, thanks to his concentration being broken by the pink Queen and her dozens upon dozens of quick little smooches. No part was left unkissed. His cheeks. His forehead. His chin. His brows. His lips...

Branch's eyes bulged and a gasp escaped him right after he felt her sweet mouth press against his, even if it was for just one brief second. Reacting upon him, Poppy too gasped, and on instinct began to apologize.

"OH! I'm so sorry, I um, you see I..."

Wait a second. Why am I apologizing? A kiss wasn't something to apologize for, just like a hug wasn't! Well, I didn't even ASK him first if it was okay! Poppy argued with herself. I don't think he'll be upset... would he?

Branch eyed her, seeming to frown. "You should be sorry," he said, his voice seemingly hard.

Poppy froze, guilt overcoming her. Oh no! He IS mad!

"Branch! I..."

He put a hand up, stopping her before she continued, and finishing his own sentence.

"For not making it last longer."

And then, right there, in front of everyone and without any kind of hesitation, Branch leaned forward, closing the gap between himself and Poppy and pressing his lips against hers. Time itself felt like it had stopped, allowing the lovestruck pair to invest themselves solely in that incredible moment, cherishing it for all that it was worth. Poppy had heard in her youth that a first kiss – no matter if it was shy, bold, or a combination of things - was guaranteed to always be sensational. This was no exception whatsoever. The second his lips touched hers, she'd melted, her senses turning into a blissful haze.

As promised, Branch did make this kiss last longer. Two seconds passed. Then five. Then ten. He pulled apart right as second eleven ticked in, a look of sheer wonderment covering his features. For he, too, had felt an explosion of euphoria go off within himself. He hadn't quite realized just how starved he'd been for this. The possibility of ever kissing Poppy had only been a million in one, the way he saw it in the past. The possibility had gone on changing, becoming more of a chance with each time they got closer in bond to each other, until it had finally culminated to this moment right here. She was the only one in his focus, everything else around them a blur, his ears deaf to the cheers that once more erupted from their friends and family. And when she automatically leaned in for more - one hand reaching up to caress his deep blue hair and the other clinging onto him - he was right there leaning as well, meeting her halfway. They kissed again. And then again after that. And again after that, too. There seemed to be no end as he made up for every single time since they'd known each other that he had wanted to kiss her.

Right after he'd regained his colors on the Trollstice that the Bergens became their friends. Right after she'd been crowned queen of Pop Village. Right after their morning song on the day that they'd discovered the existence of the other musical tribes. Right after complimenting her performance when they'd been inside the jail cell of Lonesome Flats. Right after they'd confessed that they loved each other for the first time during Barb's World Tour. Right as they'd been sitting in the treetops, being serenaded by the brothers during their road trip. Right after every Hug Time that he'd ached to peck her lips before they'd parted from their embrace. Branch remembered every moment, and relished what had come of their adventures to now.

Spruce let out a low whistle in the meantime. "Boy, oh boy, you'd think they've never kissed before!"

"Dude, that's because they haven't," JD said. "I know because his girl told me!"

Spruce gawked at him. "WHAT?!"

Clay and Floyd seemed to surprise to hear this too. "Wait a minute," Clay said. "They've been together for how long?"

"And this is their first kiss?" Floyd asked, confused.

Spruce, the most bamboozled of the bunch, spread his arms wide. "Well thank goodness it's finally happened! Little bro don't know what he's been missing! And if it took this long for them to kiss, I can't imagine how long it's gonna take for them to have – Oof!" The purple Troll was cut off from his sentence, surprised to find that it had been his magenta brother who'd elbowed him in the ribs. Floyd looked at him in a manner that said "DON'T."

"What?" the purple Troll whined, rubbing the spot. "All I was wondering was how long it was going to take for them to have a family! Geez!"

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A/N: Songs used are "Everybody (Backstreet's Back)" (the BroZone edition, of course) and "I Want You Back" by NSYNC. And Dreamworks, I am once again asking for the Broppy wedding 🙏🥺😆

Well, this wraps up my first round of oneshots. I'll be brainstorming more once Trailer 2 comes out and will be picking up the stories from there. Thanks for commentary, likes, and reblogs so far! :D

[pastelhj]

unbiased honest review/ranking/rating of gmmtv2025 bl shows.

god it took me so long to watch it all 🤧

16. cat for cash (firstkhao)- 1/10 im so sorry but honestly no comment. it was a drag to even watch the rest, 30 secs into the trailer

15. my romance scammer (dunno the actors other than ohm) - 3/10. ariana what are you doing here !! i was just shocked that ohm was apart of gmmtv? but the plot itself, i dont find that interesting.

14. boys in love (im guessing the newbies?) - 5/10. typical high school show, opposite attracts, and i think that's win's brother right? yeah its typical. dont get me wrong i love a good high school drama tho

13. burnout syndrome (offgundew) - 5/10. love triangle. thats it.

12. only friends dream on (an ensemble that i dont remember other than earthmix and ohm) - 5/10. wasnt a big fan of og only friends. this one is kinda giving worse.

11. that summer (winnysatang) - 6/10. yeah. not much to say. sorry, i do have a sort of small affection for winnysatang tho.

10. head 2 head (the only boo couple, sorry forgot their names) - 6/10. hm good cliche plot. idm cliche but their acting skills are kind of in the ground based on what i just watched. the 2nd couple's vibes were a bit better. oh and the sudden 'can see into the future' ??? what for ?

9. memoir of rati (greatinn) - 6/10. again not very interesting. points for just being a period drama.

8. a dog and a plane (taynew) - 6.5/10. basic plot. an extra .5 for just taynew.

7. wu - skynani - 6.5/10 i actually have no thoughts about this trailer, i havent even watched their school frenemy (???) school 2013 remake but i heard fans were going crazy over their bromance and were begging for a series. and i was really excited for them for some reason. (this also might be bromance tho)

6. my magic prophecy (jimmysea) - 6.5/10 now why on earth is there so many see into the future/fate dramas. what. but while watching i just thought jimmy got so much better at acting and he got much hotter so... points to you jimmy.

5. dare you to death (joongdunk) - 6.8/10 now, im saying this as a crime detective law thriller mystery show fan who has watch way too many for her own good :( the mystery part. absolutely basic. points to the main couple's dynamic BUT im so goddamn sorry to jd fans but their acting reeks. joong, i used to like him but maybe bc of his older roles that were pretty much the same i didnt really realise what about his acting i didnt like but in this trailer i saw it: he just tries too hard to be hot. oh wait no as i am typing i think i realised that in the heart killer trailer too but i realised it again. and dunk... i think its time to head back to acting class mate. no charisma at all for a stoic detective. yeah its kinda giving danmei dectective male leads. cocky cop, stoic detective.

4. love you teacher (perthsanta) - 7/10 omg the first 30 seconds HAD SO MUCH POTENTIAL and then it went downhill. i am seeing some ppl react negatively to the age regression plot so maybe we can bully them out of it? please? but perth. i always knew since lbc you'd become a good actor.

3. melody of secrets (forcebook) - 7/10 again a couple i also think that has horrible acting (again i am sorry to the fans). but i think this drama has potential if they brush up on the editing and directing. and obviously brush up the acting department most. please.

2. me and thee (pondphuwin) - 8/10 heyyyyy they switched ! maybe it was the characters that didnt fit phuwin, but yes, i also thought his acting was horrible. sue me. but he totally shined in this trailer. natural with charm. and pond too. what a himbo.

1. ticket to heaven (geminifourth) - 9/10 dont lie to yourself. you know this was the best trailer of the night. tbh i dont have much to say other than, finally! a serious drama for geminifourth. i just hope this drama doesnt reach the wrong crowd. and its a point off cause well. im that strict.

[misaerabl]

Dead Girl Walking

Ellie as JD and Reader as Veronica

CONTENT: wc...9.4k ✦ the characters are fucking insane, forging of suicide note, fingering, strap-ons , referring to strap-on as cock and dick, slapping, aggressive sex, mentions of self-harm and suicide, murder, toxic characters! SUMMARY: You just made the biggest mistake of your high school life: crossing the most popular girl in school. She was supposed to be your friend, but even you couldn’t ignore her ruthless, queen-bee ways. The fallout is inevitable—she’ll not only banish you from the social circle but will likely make your life an endless nightmare. Or worse, she might make you regret you ever dared to challenge her. Knowing that your time in this school, and maybe your life, is running on borrowed hours, you decide to do the unthinkable: live like you’ve got nothing left to lose. You’ve got 30 hours to squeeze every moment out of life before the storm hits, and there’s only one person you can imagine going to—Ellie. Something about her defiance, the way she breaks the rules but still outsmarts everyone, draws you in. If this is your last day, you’re going to spend it doing what you want, consequences be damned. A/N: you don’t really need to watch Heathers for these to make sense, but it does take place in the Heathers universe so it does help if you've watched/know heathers! Also to all the Heathers fans, this isn’t like on the dot completely the same as Heathers, of course. 

The thump of the bass pulsed through Heather’s car as she sped down the dimly lit road. The night felt electric, charged with the promise of the unexpected. You leaned against the window, the cool air biting at your skin as Heather drummed her fingers to the beat, impatient as always.

A sharp turn of the wheel, and the car slid smoothly into a 7/11 parking spot. Heather didn’t look at you as she pushed a crisp hundred-dollar bill into your hand.

“Don’t take forever,” she said, her tone laced with irritation. “And get the sour cream and onion chips.”

You slipped out of the car, the chill of the night settling around you as you made your way into the brightly lit store. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting everything in an artificial glow. As you grabbed the chips, your gaze drifted toward the register—and that’s when you saw her.

Ellie was there, leaning casually with a cherry-red Slurpee in hand, her eyes glancing lazily around the store. She was a walking contradiction—messy auburn hair in a half-up, half-down style, clothes that screamed rebellion, yet a calm confidence that belonged to someone who could take on the world. When her eyes met yours, her lips curved into a knowing smirk.

“Hey, Miss Ivy League,” she drawled, her voice a slow, teasing melody.

You felt a grin tug at your lips, despite yourself. “Ellie.” The way her name rolled off your tongue felt familiar and electric, like a spark you hadn’t known you’d been carrying.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, trying to sound casual.

She took a slow sip of her Slurpee, the straw making a low, gurgling sound before she replied. “What, you think I only haunt alleyways and dive bars?” She quirked an eyebrow, the playfulness in her tone offset by something deeper. “Nah, 7/11s are where it’s at.”

You tilted your head, leaning into the banter. “Yeah? What’s so special about neon lights and convenience store hot dogs?”

Ellie chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Consistency. You know, no matter how messed up life gets, there’s always a 7/11 open at 2 a.m. A place that doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t judge.” She lifted her cup, swirling the ice around. “A brain-freeze that reminds you you're still alive, even when everything feels like it’s falling apart.”

The way she said it, with a half-smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, made the moment heavy. For a second, it felt like she was letting you peek behind the armor, at the girl who needed the chaos to feel normal.

Before you could reply, Heather’s shout cut through the air. “Hey! I said move it!”

Ellie’s eyes flicked to Heather, and her smirk returned, more mischievous this time. She took another sip, then set the Slurpee down with an exaggerated flourish.

“Remember, Ivy League,” she said, her voice softening, “when the world tries to break you, sometimes you’ve gotta freeze your brain, just to feel something.” Her gaze lingered for a heartbeat longer, her expression almost wistful. “Build walls, but don’t let them lock you in.”

She pushed off the counter, slipping out into the night with the ease of someone who didn’t quite belong anywhere—and liked it that way. The glass door swung shut, leaving you standing there, chips in hand, with her words echoing in your head like the last note of a song.

As you made your way back to Heather’s car, the cold night felt sharper, the air humming with a feeling you couldn’t quite place.

The party at Heather Chandler’s house is blindingly vibrant, neon lights casting deep shadows across the crowded living room. The air buzzes with music and gossip, a mix potent enough to make you feel on edge. You stick to the periphery, watching as Heather Chandler moves through her domain like a queen inspecting her court. Every smile she flashes is calculated, every tilt of her head a silent command.

Then you notice her—Emily Tran, a girl from your AP History class. She’s standing near the snack table, looking uncomfortable, eyes darting around like she doesn’t belong. You remember how she once lent you her notes when you were out sick for a week, her quiet kindness making a rough time a little easier.

Heather Chandler sweeps over, her entourage in tow, McNamara and Duke smirking behind her. Heather’s voice cuts through the chatter, sharp and loud. “Oh, look who decided to show her face here. Did you get lost on your way to the library?” she sneers, the words dripping with mockery. The girls around her laugh, the sound cruel and high-pitched.

Emily’s face flushes, eyes dropping to the floor as she tries to shrink into herself. Something inside you snaps. The sickly sweetness of Chandler’s dominance, her candy-coated cruelty—it’s too much. You step forward, voice clear. “Back off, Chandler,” you say, loud enough for those around to hear. The conversations falter, whispers bubbling up in their place.

Heather Chandler’s eyes snap to yours, narrowing into slits as the music’s beat pulses around you. “Excuse me?” she says, voice cutting through the tension. “Did you just tell me what to do?” The room collectively holds its breath, eyes darting between you and the queen bee.

“Yeah, I did,” you reply, swallowing the fear climbing up your throat. “You don’t get to treat people like that.”

Heather smirks, but there’s no humor in it. Her smile is hard, saccharine, like she’s gearing up to chew you up and spit you out. “Oh, look at you, little hero. Have you forgotten who made you into this? You’ve come so far, clawed your way into my circle, and now you’re turning on me?” Her voice lifts on the last word, as if she can’t believe you would dare.

The crowd gasps, a collective inhale that adds to the pounding in your chest. Heather Duke’s grin widens, enjoying the spectacle, while McNamara looks on with a raised eyebrow, more amused than shocked.

“Do you really think you can play in my world and come out clean?” Heather taunts, louder now, making sure everyone hears. “Because if you think this is over, you’re wrong.”

The room watches, anticipation crackling in the air. Emily’s wide eyes meet yours for a moment, gratitude and worry mixing together.

“I’m not scared of you,” you say, even if your voice trembles at the edges.

Heather lets out a sharp, cold laugh. “Well, you should be,” she whispers, leaning in close enough that only you hear. “Because once I’m done, no one will remember your name.”

With a wave of her hand, she turns away, leaving you standing there, breathless and shaken. The crowd splits to let her pass, the music picking back up as if nothing happened. People shoot you looks—some impressed, some sympathetic, but most afraid to even acknowledge what just unfolded.

The adrenaline only carries you so far. You push your way out of the suffocating room, past curious eyes and muffled whispers, until the cool night air hits your face. Your heart is a drum, thundering in your chest as you move down the dark, empty street, the confrontation replaying over and over.

You didn’t think. You didn’t plan. Your feet moved on their own, driven by the panic coursing through your veins. The fight with Heather left a gnawing emptiness in your chest, every harsh word, every sidelong glance, looping over and over in your mind. Thirty hours till Monday, till consequences came crashing down. You couldn’t tell if your life was over metaphorically or if you were teetering on the edge of something far worse.

But Ellie. She was the one person who made things make sense, who managed to pull you back from the spiraling mess your mind created. You didn't know what you expected from going to her house—comfort, distraction, maybe just to see a face that didn’t make you feel like the world was caving in.

As you stumbled into her neighborhood, the streetlights casting pale glows on the pavement, your eyes caught the lone tree leaning against the side of her house. You didn’t know why you chose to climb it, only that the ache in your chest wouldn’t let you just walk up to the front door. You scrambled up, bark scraping your palms, and for a moment, the world narrowed down to just you and the rush of adrenaline. Each foothold, each rough branch digging into your skin felt grounding, tangible, and real.

At the top, you hovered by her window, the realization of what you’d done crashing in. You knocked softly, heart racing. The sheer absurdity of it all struck you; you hadn’t been to Ellie’s house before, hadn’t so much as looked up her address, and yet, somehow, you were here.

The curtain shifted, revealing Ellie’s face. Surprise sparked in her eyes before melting into worry, then something else you couldn’t quite place. She pushed the window open, her voice a whisper.

“What are you doing?” A smile flickered, half-bemused and half-concerned, tugging at the corner of her mouth.

You opened your mouth to speak, but words failed, caught in the mess of panic and exhaustion. You looked at her, the one steady thing left, and swallowed the tremor in your voice.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” you admit, the tightness in your throat making your voice crack. You’re hyperaware of the seconds ticking by, of the clock that seems to be counting down the hours left until Monday—until everything Heather promised becomes real. But right now, in the glow of Ellie’s room, it feels like maybe the world can stop, just for a moment. Just long enough for you to catch your breath.

Ellie’s eyes shift, scanning your face as if reading every fear, every question you’re too afraid to say out loud. The look on her face—half worry, half resolve—reminds you why you came here, why you needed to see her. You need someone who knows the real you, someone who can ground you when the floor falls out from under your feet. And right now, Ellie is the only thing keeping you from breaking apart completely.

She steps back, making room as you slip inside. The glow from her bedside lamp paints her room in warm golds and deep shadows. Ellie crosses her arms, eyes searching yours. 

Without thinking, you move closer to her, your heart thudding louder with each step.

Ellie pauses mid-sentence, her eyes narrowing. “What the hell are you—?”

Before she can finish, you’re kissing her, your lips crashing against hers with a sudden urgency. It’s frantic, unexpected, and entirely out of nowhere. The shock in Ellie’s eyes is evident, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she stiffens, her hands hovering uncertainly as if she’s unsure of what to do with the sudden intimacy.

You pull back just a fraction, breathing heavily, feeling your heart hammering in your chest. “I—I don’t know why I did that,” you stammer, your pulse erratic.

Ellie looks at you, confusion flashing in her eyes. “How the hell did you even find my address?”

You blink, thrown off by her question. Of course, she’d wonder. You hadn’t exactly planned this. “I—uh—Student Files…” you admit, a bit embarrassed, rubbing the back of your neck. “It’s... kind of a weird story.”

Ellie raises an eyebrow, her confusion shifting into curiosity.

“I—well, I helped Mrs. Turner with the student records for a while. She needed an extra hand with some administrative stuff, so she let me go through the files a few times. It was mostly just sorting things, but I guess I kind of memorized some of the addresses along the way.” You swallow, trying to steady your breath. “I—I didn’t think about it at the time, but when I got here... I just remembered yours.”

Ellie stares at you for a long moment, her lips parted slightly in disbelief. “You’re telling me you broke into my address book from some random school paperwork?”

You wince, feeling a rush of heat spread across your face. “Yeah, I guess that sounds bad when you put it like that.”

She snorts, shaking her head in a mix of disbelief and amusement. “That’s... honestly a little creepy.”

“I know, I’m not proud of it,” you say quickly, guilt bubbling up, “but I swear, it wasn’t like that. I just—needed to get away from everything. And you... you’re the only person who doesn’t seem like they’ll judge me for it.”

Ellie falls silent, her eyes narrowing, but not in anger. She’s just processing, trying to make sense of what just happened. Finally, she shrugs, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Well, I guess I'm stuck with you now. Might as well make the most of it."

You exhale a shaky breath, relieved that she’s not freaking out. The tension between you is still there, but somehow, it feels like something else is shifting, too—a kind of quiet understanding.

You’re both sitting beside each other on her bed now, the air between you thick with unspoken words. Ellie watches you, her gaze steady, but there’s a hint of curiosity behind it. The silence stretches between you two, the weight of the night pressing down on your shoulders—the fight with Heather, the pressure of the thirty hours looming over you. It’s too much to handle on your own, and in this moment, you need something, anything, to make it stop.

You could still back out, apologize, and explain that you didn’t mean to make things awkward. But you don’t want to. You don’t want to walk away from this feeling like you're still running from your own choices.

In one sudden, impulsive motion, you push Ellie back onto her bed. The action is quick, almost reckless, and she gasps, taken off guard as her body sinks into the soft sheets. You move on top of her, your hands still shaking slightly as you hold yourself above her. Her eyes widen in confusion, and for a moment, she seems unsure of what just happened.

The heat rises to your cheeks, but you can’t bring yourself to look away from her. For the first time in what feels like forever, you're not thinking about anything else. Your mind is too full of the chaos in your chest to focus on anything but this moment.

"What the hell?" Ellie breathes, her voice a little breathless, but there’s no anger, no rejection. There’s only surprise, and maybe something else you can’t quite place. She doesn’t push you away. Instead, she just stares up at you, lips parted, waiting for you to say something.

The room feels smaller now, the air thicker, and your pulse is pounding in your ears. You’ve crossed some invisible line, but you’re not sorry for it. You’ve gone too far to care about what happens next.

"I don’t care what anyone thinks anymore," you murmur, the words tumbling out before you can stop them. "I’m done trying to please everyone."

Ellie blinks, her gaze shifting from confusion to something else—something softer, but there’s a challenge in her eyes now, like she’s trying to figure you out. “What’s gotten into you?” she asks, voice quieter, but still probing, looking for answers.

But you don’t have one. Not really. All you know is that, in this moment, you want to feel something—anything—other than the fear and pressure that’s been crushing you. You need to feel alive again, even if just for a few minutes.

You know exactly when it all started—the moment you first felt something for Ellie. It was in the cafeteria, and you’ll never forget it. Ram and Kurt, two of the biggest assholes in school, had cornered someone—probably just because they could. The usual bullying, the usual sneers. But then, for the first time, you saw Ellie.

She didn’t flinch. She didn’t hesitate. Even when they tried to intimidate her, Ellie stood her ground, her voice sharp, her posture a quiet defiance. When Ram made the mistake of getting too close, Ellie didn’t back down. She swung a fist at him—hard.

You watched the whole thing, frozen in your seat, your heart racing for reasons you couldn’t explain. It wasn’t just the fight that caught your attention. It was the way she carried herself—the raw, unapologetic confidence she exuded, even in the heat of it. You weren’t exactly a fan of people who get into fights, but damn... in that moment, Ellie was something else.

Something that made your chest tighten, and for the first time, you weren’t sure whether you were scared or impressed.

One thing is for sure though, seeing that scene… Made you so fucking wet. 

The moments were flooding your mind—those stolen glances, the subtle touches, the things left unsaid. They were all piling up on you, overwhelming you in a way you couldn’t quite explain. It felt like everything had led to this point: you, on top of Ellie in her bed.

Her breath hitched, and for a split second, everything around you froze. Your heart hammered in your chest, the rush of blood in your ears drowning out everything else. There was something electric in the air between you two, something that had been building for what felt like ages, but you hadn’t known how to recognize it until now.

Ellie was looking up at you, her eyes wide, lips parted. But there was something in her expression that you couldn’t place—was it fear? Or was it something else? You couldn’t tell, but you couldn’t pull away now. Not when everything felt so intense, so real.

You’d spent so many nights wondering what it would be like to finally be close to her, to feel her warmth, to understand what it was that pulled you in. But now that you were here, with her beneath you, everything—every little moment, every glance—crashed down on you all at once, and you couldn’t think straight.

Her hand found your shoulder, not to push you away but to pull you closer. The world around you seemed to shrink until all that existed was you and her, suspended in a shared tension you didn’t know how to escape. There were no words, just the raw intensity of the moment, the feeling of being trapped in something you hadn’t fully understood until now.

And just like that, all your self-control, all your attempts to hold back, evaporated. You couldn’t think of anything but her—only Ellie, and the pull between you two that had been simmering in silence for so long.

Ellie’s hand tightened on your shoulder, her eyes never leaving yours. The room seemed to grow quieter, the outside world fading into nothingness. You could hear her breath catch, a clear sign that she wasn’t immune to the weight of the moment.

“You’re going to be my last meal on earth, Ellie Williams,” you whispered, your voice raw and unsteady.

Ellie's eyes darkened with desire as she watched you fumble with the buttons of your shirt. Smirking, she reached up and tore the fabric open, buttons flying everywhere. "I hope you know this is going to create one hell of a mess," she breathed, her fingers trailing down your chest.

Ellie's hands roamed your body, leaving trails of heat in their wake. She hooked a leg around your waist, pulling you flush against her. "You drive me crazy, you know that?" she growled, nipping at your bottom lip. I've been wanting to do this for so long.

“I know. let's fucking break this bed… You won't be getting any sleep tonight you know?” Her eyes widen at your sudden boldness, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. She knows you’re not the type to throw caution to the wind like this. Something’s different about you tonight—more raw, more desperate. Ellie studies you for a moment as if trying to decipher the shift in your demeanor.

"Has that fight with Heather really gotten to you this much?" she asks, voice steady but tinged with curiosity.

You can see the question hanging in the air between you, her eyes searching for the truth. “Do you really believe the Heathers would go that far? That they'd actually try to destroy you over something this stupid?”

Her gaze is sharp, unrelenting. You’ve always known Ellie as the type who doesn’t just take things at face value—she digs, pulls, challenges. But tonight, she seems almost... protective, as if she can sense just how badly this whole mess has broken you. You didn’t come here just to escape the night. You came because you truly believed your life was about to end. 

Nobody could control you. Not even yourself. 

You tossed your shirt away, lifting yourself off Ellie for a bit to slip off your panties. Ellie lifted her hips to help you push her pants down, kicking them off the bed. "You're so impatient,”

“I need you…” You leaned in and whispered in her ear, kissing her neck aggressively. 

Ellie moaned softly, her nails digging into your back. "Well, how can I resist such a request?" she purred, unhooking your bra. 

Ellie's back arched as you pushed two fingers into her, her body clenching around them, making her hiss at the suddenness. She nipped at your breast, her moans muffled by your curves.

Ellie's free hand reached down to join yours, her thumb rubbing circles over your knuckles as she fucks herself with your fingers. The sounds of her eating your tits and the wet squelching of your fingers in her pussy fill the room. “Fuck...fuck...fuck…”

Ellie's hips bucked against your hand, her breath coming in short pants. "Harder..." she hissed, biting down on your flesh. Her hand gripped your wrist, guiding you to that magical spot inside her. 

You started moving even faster, more aggressively, making the cheap bed squeak and move. You moaned as she sucked your nipples. 

Ellie cried out sharply as an intense orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clenching rhythmically around your fingers. She released your nipple with a gasp, burying her face against your neck. "Holy shit...holy shit…” 

You chuckle, staring at her as you lick your fingers. 

Ellie's eyes were glued to your mouth as you licked her juices off your fingers, her chest heaving. “You're...you're so hot," she stammered, her hand sliding down to cup you between your legs. She found you soaking. “My turn.”

Ellie pushed you onto your back, her lips curling into a wicked grin as she nestled between your thighs. She teasingly blew cooling air across your heated flesh, making you shiver.

"Make me—Make me scream so fucking loud, the neighbors will think we're murdering each other,”

Ellie winked mischievously. "Challenge accepted." She dove in, her tongue lapping at your glistening folds, probing and teasing. Two fingers plunged deep inside you, curling just right to hit that perfect spot. "Mmmm…”

Ellie pulled back, a strand of your juices clinging to her lips. She stood up, her eyes gleaming with a hungry intensity. “Why'd you fucking stop?” You asked. 

She smirked as she reached for her large strap-on, buckling it around her waist. "Oh, I'm not done with you yet. I'm just getting started." Ellie stroked the thick cock, grinning wickedly.

Ellie grabbed your legs, hiking them over her shoulders. She ran the head of the strap-on through your folds, coating it with your slick heat. She leaned forward, bracing one hand beside your head, the other gripping your thigh.

Ellie slowly pushed forward, her eyes locked onto yours as she stretched you wide. "So...tight," she grunted, feeling you clench around the intrusion. "Relax for me, baby. You can take it." She leaned down to kiss you, muffling your moans. 

“Fuck yeah I can” 

Ellie smirked against your lips, slowly pulling back before slamming forward with a grunt. "That's it, fuck yeah," she panted, setting a hard, fast pace. The room filled with the slap of flesh and your cries of pleasure. "Scream for me,”

“Let me ride your cock…” 

Ellie pulled out suddenly, flipping you onto your hands and knees before grabbing your hips and pulling you back onto the strap-on. "You want to ride, huh? Then ride," She sat back, guiding you to bounce on her lap as she held your hips steady.

Her hands tightened on your hips, controlling your pace as you rode her. "That's it, bounce that ass on my dick," She growled, leaning forward to grab your hair and yank your head back. "Look at me while you ride me, damn it.”

You were in shock at her sudden demeanor, but you fucking loved it. You stared into her eyes as you made pornographic noises, gripping the sheets… 

“Fuck I think you tore my mattress” Ellie chuckled darkly, a bead of sweat trickling down her brow as you tossed your head back. 

“Just get a new one…” You mumbled. “You're not fucking sleeping tonight. Make yourself useful for me, Williams!”

"Damn, you're insatiable tonight, aren't you?" Ellie smirked, gripping your hips tighter as she rolled her own, changing the angle of penetration.

"Fuck, just like that," Ellie panted, one hand snaking around to toy with your clit as she continued to relentlessly pound into you. "You're gonna make me cum, riding my cock so good like this.”

“Yeah…? Good.” 

Her words trailed off into a growl as her other hand grabbed your thigh, spreading your legs wider to accommodate her powerful thrusts. "Shit, shit, shit..." She grunted, her body tensing up as she prepared to erupt inside you.

At this point, the only thing you two could hear were the lewd noises you were making and the bed creaking. It's as if the whole town has disappeared.

For some fucked up reason all you could think about was…

“Slap me” You mutter under your breath. 

“What?” Ellie replied confused at your request.

“I said slap me!” 

Ellie's rhythm faltered, her brow furrowing as she looked back at you. "You... you want me to slap you?" She asked, her voice hesitant, checking for consent even in the heat of the moment.

“Yes! Come on just do it” You take her hands and lead them to your face.

Ellie hesitated for a moment, unsure if this was something you actually wanted, before finally giving in to your demand. "Fuck, alright..." She brought her hand up and slapped you across the face, the loud crack echoing through the room. "There?”

“Harder” 

Her hand came crashing down against your face again, harder this time. Her handprint was already visible on your cheek.

“Fuck… Yes!” You scream, tossing your head back, picking up your pace as you continue to ride her. 

She looked at you with confusion and fascination, her hand still stinging from the force of the slap. 

Ellie's eyes widened as she realized what was happening. A dark smirk spread across her face. "Oh, You're into that, huh?" She grabbed your hair and yanked your head back, exposing your neck which she bit down hard. 

You continued to bounce on her lap. Ellie's movements became more erratic as she struggled to keep up with your demanding pace. She slapped your face again, and again, each blow landing with a loud crack. "Fuck, what's gotten into you?!" She screamed, her voice hoarse from exertion.

Her grip on your hips tightened, nails digging into your flesh as she pulled you down harder onto her with each upward thrust. Her own breathing was ragged, punctuated by grunts and growls as she fought to maintain control. "Answer me... " She hissed through gritted teeth.

“I'm a dead girl Ellie… In a few hours, I'll be nothing but a memory” 

Ellie's face contorted with emotion. She wrapped an arm around your waist, flipping you onto your back. She loomed over you, her eyes filled with a mix of passion and determination. "Then we'll make these next few hours count," she whispered hoarsely.

With a fierce intensity, she began to move inside you once more. Her touch was both tender and demanding as if she were trying to brand the moment into both of your memories. "Look at me..." she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their joining.

Ellie leaned down, pressing her forehead to yours, her breath mingling with yours as she continued to fill you. Her hand wrapped around your throat, gently squeezing as she looked deep into your eyes. “Look at me…” She panted, her pace quickening as she neared her release.

Ellie's movements became more erratic, her grip on your throat tightening slightly as she felt her climax approaching. Her eyes, usually so fierce and intimidating, now held a vulnerability that took your breath away. "Fuck... I can't... I'm gonna…”

Her words turned into a guttural moan as she buried her face in the crook of your neck, her body convulsing as she found her release. The sensation pushed you over the edge, and you cried out, your fingers digging into her back as you came undone beneath her.

Spent, Ellie collapsed on top of you, her weight grounding you in the moment as both of you struggled to catch your breath. The room was thick with the shared silence of heartbeats and whispered sighs. After a while, she shifted, rolling onto her side and pulling you into the circle of her arms so that your faces were inches apart on the same pillow. Her gaze found yours, unreadable yet intense, as though she were searching for an answer you hadn’t yet asked.

You let out a soft laugh, breaking the silence. “I should probably apologize to Heather, right?” Your words hung in the air, teasing, with a hint of guilt.

Ellie’s lips quirked up, but her eyes stayed serious, studying you as if memorizing each line of your face. “Apologize? For what? For not being a bitch like her?” She tilted her head, the question more genuine than you expected.

A silence settled between you, heavy but not unwelcome. Her hand brushed over your arm, fingertips tracing lazy patterns that sent shivers down your spine. The moment felt fragile like it could shatter under the weight of what was left unspoken.

“Maybe she’ll forgive me.” you finally said, voice softer now.

Ellie’s expression softened, the edge slipping from her eyes. “It doesn’t matter,” she said, voice barely above a whisper. “What matters is now.” She leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, the touch lingering as if trying to convey everything she couldn’t say out loud.

You closed your eyes, sinking into the warmth of her, the world outside forgotten. Whatever storm awaited beyond these four walls, you knew you’d face it when the time came. But for now, in this stolen moment, the rest of the world could wait.

The sun was still low in the sky when you pulled on yesterday’s clothes, feeling the fabric cling to you like a reminder of the night before. Ellie shot you a glance from across the room, a smirk tugging at her lips as she threw on her jacket and grabbed the keys to her dad’s old car.

“Ready?” she asked, her voice husky with the remnants of sleep.

You nodded, a tightness in your stomach as the reality of facing Heather settled in. The drive was silent except for the rhythmic hum of the tires on the road, Ellie’s fingers drumming absently on the steering wheel. You caught yourself glancing at her profile, the early morning light outlining the sharp line of her jaw. It stirred a strange mix of dread and comfort in you, like everything was about to change.

Heather’s front door stood slightly ajar, swinging gently in the breeze, as if even the house was recovering from the chaos of the night before. You exchanged a quick look with Ellie before climbing the familiar steps to Heather’s room. You knocked, the sound loud in the silence. A moment later, Heather appeared, her eyes rimmed with red, bleary with sleep. Her gaze shifted between you and Ellie, confusion furrowing her brow. Then, the realization hit—betrayal mixed with something darker.

“Why are you here… with her?” Heather muttered, her voice hoarse.

You shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Ellie before meeting Heather’s gaze. “I came to apologize,” you said, the words tumbling out quickly, awkwardly.

Heather’s eyes narrowed, skepticism battling the exhaustion on her face. She sighed, rubbing her temple. “My head is killing me,” she groaned, dismissing the tension for the moment.

“I’ll get you something for that,” you volunteered quickly, relieved to have an excuse to escape the weight of her glare. Ellie followed you down the stairs, her presence a familiar shadow at your back.

As you rummaged through the kitchen, pulling out random ingredients in a half-hearted attempt at a hangover cure, Ellie leaned against the counter, one eyebrow raised. “Do you even know what you’re doing?” she teased.

You shot her a tired smile. “Not even a little.”

She laughed, the sound sharp and unexpected in the otherwise quiet house. She spotted something in the cabinet, a bottle in her hand, her eyes glinting with mischief. “How about we give her this?” she joked, waving it like a prize, before pouring it into a cup.

Your eyes widened, and you quickly reached out, batting her hand away. “No, fuck, I’m not going to kill Heather,” you said, exasperated. You set the cup down on the counter, the tension in your chest loosening slightly at her playful grin.

Ellie’s expression softened, and she stepped closer, wrapping her arms around your waist. “Relax, I was just kidding.”

You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. “Fine. Just grab the cup and let’s go.”

Ellie nodded, grabbing the cup without a second glance as you led the way back upstairs. Heather was still sitting on the edge of her bed, staring at the cup Ellie handed her. She hesitated for a moment, eyeing it suspiciously before taking a long sip.

It only took a few seconds for her face to go pale. Her eyes widened in horror, and she gasped, a strangled noise tearing from her throat before she collapsed, crumpling to the floor.

Time seemed to stop. You froze, heart hammering in your chest as reality crashed over you in icy waves.

“Oh my God, Heather!” you shouted, rushing to her side, shaking her lightly.

Ellie stood frozen, her eyes wide, the cup rolling to a stop at her feet. The room spun, and panic surged in your chest. The weight of the moment hit you all at once.

You fumbled for Heather’s wrist, your hands trembling as you felt for a pulse, even though you knew Ellie had already checked. The silence that followed was deafening, pressing in on you like a vice. Panic clawed at your throat as you stumbled backward, staring at Heather’s lifeless body on the floor.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, voice cracking. “This is it. My future… it’s over. We’re screwed.” The words rushed out in jagged breaths, and tears stung your eyes.

Ellie dropped to her knees beside Heather, her face pale but composed, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. “Hey, hey. We’re not doing this,” she snapped, looking up at you. “We’re not giving up.”

You shook your head, fingers running through your hair. “Ellie, she’s dead. There’s no coming back from this. We need to turn ourselves in and tell them it was a mistake. Maybe—”

“No,” Ellie’s voice cut through your spiral like a knife. Her eyes locked onto yours, fierce and unyielding. “That won’t work, and you know it. No one’s going to believe this was an accident, especially not with our history.”

You swallowed hard, her words sinking in. She was right. It didn’t matter that it was an honest mistake; nobody would buy it. The room felt smaller, suffocating, as the reality of the situation set in.

Ellie’s gaze flicked to Heather’s desk, cluttered with remnants of last night’s party—crumpled notes, an empty bottle, a pen lying askew. An idea sparked in her eyes, wild and desperate. “We have to make this look like it was her choice,” she said, her voice low and urgent. “We need a note.”

Your stomach twisted. “What? Ellie, no. That’s insane.”

“It’s the only way,” she insisted, stepping closer. Her hands found yours, squeezing tight enough to ground you, even in the chaos. “Listen to me. You’re good at this—you know how to make it look real.”

A lump formed in your throat, and you met her eyes. They were wide with fear, but steady with resolve. You pulled away, pacing the room as her plan took shape in your mind. The thought of forging a suicide note felt sickening, but the image of everything you’d worked for slipping away was worse.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” you muttered, voice cracking as you reached for the crumpled notebook on Heather’s desk. You picked up the pen, your fingers numb against the cold metal.

Ellie hovered behind you, her voice a whisper in the silence. “We don’t have a choice.”

Your hands shook as you opened Heather’s notebook, filled with neat handwriting, doodles, and half-finished notes from classes you all shared. The sight of it twisted your stomach into knots. You glanced at Ellie, who was pacing behind you, her footsteps restless on the creaking floorboards.

“Write this down,” she said, her voice strained but sharp. “Something about how no one really knows her. How they only see her for her looks, her parties, but never who she really is.”

You nodded mutely, the words flowing from the pen as if it had a mind of its own. Each sentence felt like a betrayal, but you couldn’t stop. Your mind swirled with memories of Heather—flashes of her laughter, the way her eyes crinkled when she was truly happy. The notebook beneath your hands felt like a violation, turning those memories into something twisted.

Ellie leaned over your shoulder, reading the words as they took shape. “‘I just wish someone could see me beyond the mask I wear every day,’” she added softly, a tremor in her voice.

You glanced at her, and for a moment, you saw something in her eyes—vulnerability, maybe even regret. But she didn’t look away. She couldn’t afford to.

You finished with a trembling signature, one that mirrored Heather’s, your heart pounding so hard it felt as though it was echoing in your ears. The note was done.

Ellie exhaled shakily, stepping back. “This… this has to work,” she muttered, more to herself than to you.

You stood frozen, clutching the notebook like both a lifeline and a curse. The room felt colder, the weight of the moment pressing down on you, impossible to ignore.

The note sat on Heather’s desk, the ink still drying. You and Ellie exchanged a glance heavy with fear and silent understanding. Your heart hammered in your chest, every instinct screaming for you to run, to put as much distance as possible between yourselves and this room.

“Let’s go,” Ellie whispered, her voice tight, urgent. She grabbed your hand, grounding you enough to snap you from your stupor.

You stumbled out of Heather’s room, casting one last glance at her lifeless form sprawled on the floor. The sight twisted in your stomach, but there was no time to dwell on it now. Every step down the stairs felt like an eternity, the creaking floorboards and muffled noises from the outside world blending into a nauseating symphony.

As you reached the front door, morning light filtered through the glass, illuminating the remnants of the party—empty cups, forgotten jackets, a broken picture frame. You swallowed hard and pushed the door open, the cool air hitting your face like a slap.

Ellie’s grip on your hand tightened as you both hurried down the driveway. She didn’t let go until you reached her dad’s car parked a few houses down. The two of you climbed inside, and Ellie fumbled with the keys, her fingers trembling as she shoved them into the ignition.

The engine roared to life, cutting through the morning silence as she pulled away with a jerky start. You couldn’t look back; you didn’t dare. The road ahead blurred as your vision swam, the reality of what you’d just done slamming into you with full force.

The silence between you and Ellie was suffocating, filled with all the words you couldn’t bring yourself to say. Finally, after a long stretch of tense moments, Ellie spoke, her voice barely a whisper.

“We’re going to be okay. We have to be.”

You stared out the window, the familiar streets of your neighborhood passing by like scenes from someone else’s life. The weight of the lie you’d just created pressed down on you, an unshakable truth that would follow you both, no matter how far you drove.

The car sped down the road, the hum of the engine doing nothing to drown out the thundering beat of your heart. You clenched your fists in your lap, knuckles white as the gravity of what had happened sank in. The silence was unbearable.

Finally, the words burst out of you in a shaky gasp. “What the fuck have we done, Ellie?” Your voice trembled, cracking under the weight of your panic. Admitting it aloud made everything feel too real, like saying it would bring everything crashing down.

Ellie’s jaw tightened, her eyes fixed on the road, but you could see her hands shaking where they gripped the steering wheel. She swallowed hard, taking a breath as her neck tensed. “I don’t know,” she whispered, her voice fragile as the morning light seeping through the windshield. “I don’t know, but we did what we had to.”

You shook your head, tears stinging your eyes as you looked at her, searching for answers that weren’t there. “Had to? Ellie, we just—”

“Stop.” Her voice was sharp now, cutting through your panic like a knife. She glanced at you, eyes filled with a mix of fear and determination. “If we break now, it’s over. We have to hold it together, alright? Just… just breathe.”

But how could you? How could you breathe when the weight of what you’d done sat so heavily on your chest? The road stretched endlessly before you, each passing moment taking you further from Heather’s house and deeper into a future you couldn’t begin to understand.

The silence that followed Ellie’s words was deafening, a chasm between you. Your vision blurred, and you turned your gaze toward the window, watching the neighborhood blur into smears of familiar shapes. Memories of Heather flooded in, each one twisting the knife deeper.

Heather Chandler. Larger than life, with her sharp sarcasm and effortless command of any room. The girl who annoyed you endlessly with her need for attention, but who had also shown up at your house with ice cream and a playlist of your favorite songs when you had a bad day. You’d shared secrets, inside jokes, late-night talks when the world felt safe.

Despite her flaws, Heather had always been your best friend. She could be self-absorbed, reckless even, but you knew behind the façade was someone just as scared and insecure as anyone else. She trusted you in ways she didn’t trust anyone else, and in a twisted irony, that trust now lay shattered on her bedroom floor.

A lump rose in your throat, guilt clawing at you with an intensity that was almost unbearable. “She was my friend, Ellie,” you choked out, your voice thick with grief. “My best friend.”

Ellie’s expression hardened, eyes flicking to you briefly before returning to the road. She didn’t say anything, and the silence that filled the car was deafening. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand; you knew Ellie well enough to know she carried her own shadows. But right now, understanding didn’t change what had been done.

Heather was your best friend, and now she was gone. A casualty of a moment that had spiraled so far out of control that you couldn’t even breathe.

Ellie’s eyes flared with frustration, and her hands tightened on the wheel, knuckles white. She snapped her gaze to you.

"Seriously?" she barked, her voice laced with frustration. "A few hours ago, you were freaking out about Heather trying to tear you apart. You thought she was gonna come after you, right? That she was out to ruin your life, and now you're losing your shit because—what? Because she’s gone?”

The words hit you like a slap. She was right. That’s exactly how you’d felt—like Heather’s rage was a ticking time bomb, and you couldn’t breathe without thinking she was waiting for the right moment to make your life hell. But now, everything was different.

Ellie’s eyes narrowed, her voice rising, becoming sharper. “We took care of that problem, and now you're acting like it’s the end of the world?” She laughed, but it was bitter, almost a sneer. “Are you really this worried about killing someone when a few hours ago you were terrified she was gonna ruin your life?”

The truth hit you like a cold wave. You had been consumed by fear of Heather’s wrath, so focused on her anger, so terrified she’d destroy everything you’d worked for. And now, somehow, she was... gone. Just like that.

But that didn’t make this better. It didn’t make it right.

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. How could you explain to Ellie that, even though Heather had been a threat, she had still been your friend? How could you say that this was a mistake, an irreversible one, no matter how much you tried to justify it?

Ellie’s voice cut through your spiraling thoughts, colder now than before. “Make a decision,” she said, voice steely. “Either you're with me, and we handle this, or you lose it and ruin everything. No middle ground. Pick one.”

The weight of her words hung heavy in the air. There was no turning back. You could feel the tension crackling between you, daring you to say the wrong thing.

You stared at her, at the frantic energy in her eyes, and for a moment, you almost wanted to pull away, to scream at her to take responsibility, to make this right. But deep down, you knew that would only make everything worse. And a part of you—the part that had once feared Heather—knew that sticking by Ellie was the only way to survive this.

You took a slow, shaky breath and met her gaze, locking eyes. You didn’t speak, because you both knew there was nothing left to say. The promise was unspoken, but it was there. Both of you understood it in the silence that filled the car.

Never again. That was the promise. No one could ever know. Not Heather’s family, not your friends, not anyone. This was the end of Heather Chandler—and the end of the lives you’d known before this moment.

You could feel it, the weight of it settling in your chest. But there was no way out now. So, as much as you hated it, as much as it twisted your insides, you nodded. The promise was sealed between you and Ellie.

A promise that would haunt you both... forever?

A week later, it felt like the whole town was playing a part in a twisted play where everyone pretended Heather Chandler was some tragic saint. In reality, she had been anything but. Heather’s smile was sharp, a weapon she wielded as easily as a laugh. She was untouchable, rich, popular, and cruel when she wanted to be—which was often.

But now, the school halls were lined with flowers, photos of her with wide grins and perfect hair, as if she had been everyone’s best friend. As if she hadn’t left a trail of bruised egos and whispered stories behind her. The memorial was set to take place in the gym, with its polished floor and banners that Heather herself had probably ordered others to hang while she stood back with a critical eye.

You sat at your desk, the speech paper in front of you nearly crumpled from the force of your grip. You were expected to speak, to stand in front of everyone and tell them who Heather had been. Not the girl who snapped at you during rehearsals or spread rumors just for entertainment. Not the Heather who wielded secrets like knives, knowing exactly where to cut. But the version of her that the school wanted to remember—sanitized and perfect.

"Heather Chandler was... complicated," you wrote, then scratched it out immediately. The truth couldn't live in this speech; it wasn’t allowed to. What people wanted, what they needed, was a story that fit their idea of her. A tale that made sense of the mourning, justified the tears. And so you wrote a lie instead.

"Heather was a leader, a voice that demanded to be heard. She pushed those around her to be better, even when it was hard to see."

Your stomach twisted as you read it back. It was true, in a way. Heather did push people—but only when it served her. And yet, the guilt coiled tighter, because even if she had been sharp and demanding, even if she'd hurt others more times than you could count, she hadn't deserved this.

Ellie’s idea to forge the note had seemed like the only way out that morning. You’d done it, hands shaking so hard you thought the pen might break. And now, that act hung over you both like a storm cloud, pressing down on every breath.

The knock at your door barely registered. "Sweetheart, it's time to go," your mom said softly, unaware of the storm raging inside you. You forced yourself up, folding the paper into neat, straight lines, as if by making it perfect, you could convince yourself that it was okay to stand up there and tell this story.

As you walked into the gym, eyes followed you, their faces expectant, tearful, pretending that Heather had been something more than she was. Your gaze met Ellie’s from across the room, and for a moment, the mask slipped—both of you wearing the same haunted look. You knew that as you spoke the words written in shaky pen strokes, the real Heather would remain forgotten, buried under a lie that bound you and Ellie together forever.

“Heather... was my best friend,” you said, your voice trembling just enough to make it believable. The gym was silent, the air thick with the weight of collective grief and whispered memories. You took a shaky breath, feeling every eye on you, watching, waiting. “I had no idea she was struggling like this.”

The tears that welled up stung, but they weren’t for Heather. They were for the guilt gnawing at you, tearing through your chest like a beast. You shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be doing this. Because beneath the surface, behind the eulogy and the sympathetic nods from the crowd, you knew the truth. You knew that you were the one who had killed her—accident or not.

As the words spilled from your lips, painting a picture of a girl who was kinder, more misunderstood than she ever was, your throat tightened. You blinked rapidly, letting a tear fall, and from the murmurs and shifting bodies, you knew it had the intended effect. The speech ended with a final echo, your voice cracking at the right moment.

The teacher stepped forward, a solemn smile on her face, and spoke. “Thank you for that beautiful tribute. We know this is a difficult time for everyone. The school counselor will be available for anyone who needs to talk.”

You descended the podium, the weight in your chest pressing heavier than before. The applause felt hollow, a charade, just like everything else.

Ellie found you by the corner of the room as people began to disperse, some going up to lay flowers, others wiping tears. She sidled up next to you, a smirk tugging at her lips. “You’re such a good actor, you know that?” The words had an edge, sharp enough to make you flinch.

You raised an eyebrow, your expression hardening. “Those were real tears, Ellie. This... what we did... it’s eating me alive.”

Ellie’s smirk fell, her eyes narrowing. “She was a fucking asshole to you, to everyone. Maybe she deserved it.”

Her words struck you like a slap. Memories flooded back—the way Heather had humiliated you in front of others, the cruel jokes, the power she wielded like a weapon. But you shook your head, the panic creeping up your spine. “No, Ellie. Not like this.”

A shadow crossed Ellie’s face, and she looked away, her jaw clenched. The silence between you stretched uncomfortably. Then a thought slammed into you with such force that it made your stomach churn. That morning, before it all unraveled, Ellie had joked about giving Heather the wrong cup—the one with your experiment, the mixture that was never meant to be ingested. At the time, you’d laughed it off, thinking it was just dark humor.

But what if it wasn’t a joke? What if she hadn’t made a mistake at all?

Your heart raced, the blood thundering in your ears. What if this wasn’t an accident, but something much darker? You glanced at Ellie, whose eyes remained distant, a coldness settling there that you hadn’t noticed before. And for the first time, you realized you didn’t know her as well as you thought.

Ellie’s eyes, once so familiar, glistened with something unreadable as the tension crackled between you. She turned back, meeting your gaze, and for a moment, the gym, the memorial, and the hushed sobs around you all faded away. It was just the two of you, bound by the secret that threatened to suffocate you both.

“I would do anything to protect you,” she said, her voice low and steady, but with a strange, fervent edge. The words sent a shiver racing down your spine as if she’d just revealed a part of herself you weren’t supposed to see.

Ellie’s words lingered in the air like smoke, heavy and suffocating. You searched her face for any hint of guilt, any sign that she was as trapped in this as you were. But instead, there was a flicker of something else—something more complicated. Protective, maybe. Defiant. But not malicious.

The realization loosened something in your chest, but it wasn’t enough. It didn’t matter if Ellie had meant it, if the poison had only been meant as a scare tactic, a mistake. The fact remained that Heather was dead, and the weight of that truth was too much to carry.

“It’s over, Ellie,” you said, your voice hollow, almost mechanical. The words tasted bitter, final. Her eyes widened, the mask slipping for just a second to show the raw shock underneath.

“What do you mean?” Her tone cracked, breaking through the confidence she always wore like armor.

You shook your head, stepping back as if the distance could somehow cleanse the guilt seeping into your bones. “I can’t do this. I can’t look at you and pretend everything is okay. We’re done, Ellie. I don’t want any contact with you anymore.”

Her face fell, the sharp edges softening with a kind of disbelief. “But I—”

“No,” you cut her off, each word like a knife. “I don’t care what your reasons were. We crossed a line, and I can’t come back from that. I don’t want to.”

Ellie’s jaw clenched, her hands balling into fists at her sides. For a moment, you thought she might argue, try to convince you that she did what she did out of love, out of loyalty. But instead, she nodded slowly, the acceptance stinging more than any fight could have.

“Fine,” she said, voice tight and low. “If that’s what you want.”

You turned and walked away before she could see the tears that threatened to fall again—this time for everything you’d lost, everything you could never take back.

Part Two??

Tag List : @mimasroom2 @pixelllliess @elliessgfsstuff @abandonedstars1

A/N : okay guys it's like 1am and i have to wake up at 4 for school. I hope you guys enjoy this!

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It's yacht gold. Even as we picked it for the early discount movie, it embodies the fun of the ship, the dance of sunlight and the seaside, and that contagious clean that produces you intend to time transfer to the summer of 1976. In reality, Yachty by Character plays that distinctly with double jazz flutes which makes them the only real group on earth that doubles the Ron Burgundy delight of the tune. End back or strike the dance ground that one slays irrespective of your situation.Ahhhhhh, where the yacht matches the 80's in a large way.

I guess this song squeaks onto the vessel with a 61 ranking with JD Ryznar's frustrating support. He rated it a massive 91 while Hunter Step and Hollywood Charlie Huey could have quit it off the vessel using their scores in the 40's. Another group beloved here, Lionel Richie is quintessentially nailing it with fantastic songwriting and an enjoyable, percussion stuffed party tune that gets persons on their legs, let alone the conga line. That requires the ship to some other level or the Lido Terrace even as we contact it. It's a must-have to get people going and truly help the group "escape" to another position and time. This ship is certainly headed to Joy Town…

"hey there's a range, yeah do me on it" (Ron Burgundy reference!)This is the textbook description of clean and the right 100 standing across the panel on the Yachtski scale. It's got the Doobie reversal, peppy and bright keyboard lick and that hot Michael McDonald vocal that devices you up and directs one to a pleased place. The 2nd that violin riff visits, the natives get sleepless and commence to shimmy. Certainly, the Godfather of Yacht Stone and royalty himself, Mr. McDonald lays down a classic dance and croons his way into the musical stratosphere. When the harmonies interact on the refrain it really gets useless attractive and the yacht party is getting into whole swing.

[darehearts]

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐢𝐬  𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞  𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞  moments.  he  used  to  live  at  such  reckless  speeds  that  life  was  passing  him  by,  but  no  more.  his  interaction  with  JD  is  one  thing,  but  watching  the  rest  of  his  core  family  circling  about  him,  welcoming  him…  there’s  nothing  more  he  wants  (  of  course,  not  counting  his  insatiable  desire  to  explore  the  unknown  ).  upon  Carol’s  mention  of  Steven’s  slumber  potentially  nearing  its  end,  he  glances  toward  where  his  son  quietly  sleeps.  the  captain  steps  close  enough  to  see  him.

his  features  light  up  like  the  sun.  despite  the  intensity  of  his  feelings,  his  voice  is  a  tender  melody.      ❝  yeah,  he’s  wiggling  his  hands  nonstop,  so  he’s  awake,  but  i  guess  he  doesn’t  feel  like  screaming  yet.  ❞      he  says,  unsure  if  his  voice  will  bring  the  baby  to  demand  attention.     

❝  i  don’t  know  if  i’ll  ever  get  used  to  you  taking  care  of  dinner.  ❞      he  looks  in  his  wife’s  direction.      ❝  that’s  a  good  idea.  i  bet  he  KNOWS.  ❞      the  idea  of  having  an  album  this  way  never  crossed  his  mind.      ❝  𝐬𝐨  𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐲.  𝐚𝐥𝐥  𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.  ❞      Jim  slides  his  command  shirt  off  his  body,  talking  as  he  walks  towards  the  dressing  room.      ❝  how  was  your  day  today  ?  i  hope  it  was  more  fun  than  mine.  ❞

the blonde watches as the small robot reacts to the canines before looking deeper at their quarters. the design is just too adorable, & the captain doesn't have to say anything for her to be sold on keeping him. she knows he'll be extremely useful in a significant number of tasks. in fact, she can already picture JD keeping the pups entertained, & helping keep a close eye on the baby. ❛   i like the way you think.   ❜ unable to resist, she leans to kiss her husband's cheek.

❛   he's PERFECT. we'll have to introduce him to Steven when he's up.   ❜ their little one should require a diaper change soon. besides, he shouldn't sleep too long, or they'll be up all night. ❛   it shouldn't be long now. you can hold him while i heat up your dinner.   ❜ Carol knows Jim likes snuggling him after his shift.

then, it's her turn to bend down to examine her new companion. ❛   hi there. you & i are going to get up to many adventures.   ❜ oh, it will make story time much easier. ❛   yanno, we should have him record you singing a few lullabies. it takes me so long to get him to sleep when you're not here. it's like he knows, i swear.   ❜ she pats JD's head before moving towards the kitchen. ❛   you should change.   ❜

[the-vinyl-countdown]

Die Top 50 Alben des Jahres 2022

Das sind meine 50 besten Alben des Jahres.

1. Black Country, New Road - Ants From Up There

2. ROSALÍA - MOTOMAMI

3. Billy Woods - Aethiopes

4. FKA twigs - CAPRISONGS

5. OG Keemo - Mann beisst Hund

6. Beyoncé - RENAISSANCE

7. JID - The Forever Story

8. Kendrick Lamar - Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers

9. Roc Marciano & The Alchemist - The Elephant Man's Bones

10. Pusha T - It's Almost Dry

11. The Smile - A Light for Attracting Attention

12. Conway the Machine - God Don't Make Mistakes

13. Denzel Curry - Melt My Eyez See Your Future

14. Black Midi - Hellfire

15. Beach House - Once Twice Melody

16. Sudan Archives - Natural Brown Prom Queen

17. Black Thought & Danger Mouse - Cheat Codes

18. Aldous Harding - Warm Chris

19. Curren$y & The Alchemist - Continuance

20. Jockstrap - I Love You Jennifer B

21. Viagra Boys - Cave World

22. Westside Gunn - 10

23. Freddie Gibbs - $oul $old $eparately

24. Vince Staples - RAMONA PARK BROKE MY HEART

25. Boldy James & Real Bad Man - Killing Nothing

26. Benny The Butcher - Tana Talk 4

27. Courting - Guitar Music

28. The Comet Is Coming - Hyper-Dimensional Expansion Beam

29. MAVI - Laughing so Hard, it Hurts

30. SAULT - 11

31. Elzhi & Georgia Anne Muldrow - Zhigeist

32. Saba - Few Good Things

33. Little Simz - NO THANK YOU

34. Moor Mother - Jazz Codes

35. Ezra Collective - Where I'm Meant To Be

36. The Weeknd - Dawn FM

37. Nas - King's Disease III

38. SZA - SOS

39. Oliver Sim - Hideous Bastard

40. Kokoroko - Could We Be More

41. King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard - Omnium Gatherum

42. Pink Siifu & Real Bad Man - Real Bad Flights

43. Ibibio Sound Machine - Electricity

44. DOMi & JD Beck - NOT TiGHT

45. Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Cool It Down

46. Obongjayar - Some Nights I Dream of Doors

47. Spiritualized - Everything Was Beautiful

48. Shacke One - S1

49. MIKE - Beware of the Monkey

50. Wanda - Wanda

[lichfucker]

10, 12, 25 & 30? ✨

ty rabbit!! :3

10. what’s something you’re excited for?

I WANT to say the first session of oops all dwarves: the squeakuel but I honestly think I'm more nervous than excited. I'm not even really nervous that y'all won't have fun bc I know you will, I'm more nervous that I won't be able to handle it. I dunno. I guess the news abt my movie being released is pretty exciting

oh, you know what I'm excited about? I'm excited abt the chat jd and I had about teague last night. in a beautiful moment of samebrain e pitched something I'd been thinking about for months but hadn't mentioned yet bc this campaign is like three human years away from starting lmao. but that's something I'm excited about. everything else in my life is so nebulous and abstract and theoretical. I don't have a ton that's concrete to hold onto

my dad and his partner are going to argentina for a week in april so I'm looking forward to having the house to myself. I'm looking forward to making a lot of music

12. how are you?

restless and insecure lmao. I pushed really hard to finish cotton and then I fully crashed and I feel like all I've done in the last few days is look at all my other unfinished projects and wonder why they're not done and what if they're cringey what if they're mediocre (why does meh feel so much worse than bad) what if I never get out of this rut

25. what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.)

I mean. when I get a card or a letter wherein people have said nice things about me I literally put it up on my bulletin board so I can look at it forever. so yeah probably that. I dunno. anything. anything unexpected. something someone made for me for no reason or something they stumbled across that made them think of me so they just. wanted to share it. any little reminder that I am known and I am seen

I don't listen to it often because my brain is very particular w/r/t how it consumes music but I have that playlist you made for me bookmarked. I mean I also have the cirrus/twins playlists bookmarked but the day you messaged me out of nowhere to say "hey I made a playlist of songs that remind me of you" I fucking sobbed

30. what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

the ocean. sage green and mustard yellow. crabs. red doors. anything that reminds me of my mom. the soundtrack to grosse point blank (1997). blondies. this must be the place (naive melody) by talking heads

[recluseraven]

STEOTW

Gotta write down my thoughts cause I can't help myself.

This whole album has got amazing choruses, so there's gonna be some repetitive thoughts so just be prepared for that.

Meltdown: BLEGH! GO! DOOMSLAYER AND ALIEN NOISES, I LOVE IT😭 Chorus is amazing. Good starter song, got me HYPE AS FUCK. On tonight's series finale, WE"RE ALL GONNA FUCKING DIE. Breakdown goes HARD

Sign Of Life: BARE YOUR SOUL. Yeah, I bared my soul alright. The sung "sign of life" lyric seriously sounds like a Breaking Benjamin song (which is an awesome thing!). Chris's voice is otherworldly.

Werewolf: BRUH, there is a reason this song is the band's favorite. Definitely worth the hype. So goth, very synth. The glitchy "werewolf"...chef's kiss. The high note in "head"...dude. And the REFERENCE TO SOMEBODY"S WATCHING ME BY ROCKWELL?!?!?!? I was SHOOK.AND THE FIUCKIN GUITAR SOLO????? JD PLZ, IT WAS TOO SEXY

Porcelain: Dudes...this song made me cry. I could hear the pain in Chris's voice. AND THE LYRICS, COME ON. Honestly, this might be my one of my top favorite of the album. It's so good and gives me so many feels. Sounds like it could be in a Tim Burton movie, like Edward Scissorhands, that's the vibe.

Slaughterhouse: Alright, yeah, we been knew that this song fucks. It's heavy, it's political, everything we could ever need in an angry metal song. Bryan was such a good choice for this song, his voice fits the lyrics so damn well. And the second breakdown after we thought the song might've been over??? Christ almighty, musical geniuses, I tell ya.

Masterpiece: The song that made me cry before Porcelain, especially seeing Chris cry in the MV. The song is literally a masterpiece. Kinda hit it on the nose there boys😂

Cause Of Death: Love the intro, the little xylophone type noises leading into the guitar. Awesome. This is another song that made me tear up, the lyrics are kinda painful lmao. Like a more restrained, softer, more emotional Puppets. Chris really be hitting those high notes this album, huh? And RICKY DUDE, I"M IN LOVE WITH HIS VOCALS. I was so happy to hear him in another song

We Become The Night: Oh man, this song is fuckin' wacky😂 It's so fun. The melody, my god. It's like a Nightmare Before Christmas song or something. Very Tim Burton esque. And it says the additional vocals are by Tom Hane, but it sounds like Justin to me lmao. Oh well, I can pretend

Burned At Both Ends II: Kinda wish it sounded more like the first song, but I'm happy with what I got. I definitely felt the little Infamous vibes there though. Again with the high notes Chris??? And the yells?? Jesus, seriously his vocals are the best they've ever been on this album

BFBTG: Corpse Nation: LOVE LOVE LOVE. I loved the first song on Disguise, but THIS? The creepy intro with the same radio announcer?? Just what I hoped. Again, the beginning sounds like Justin!!! To me at least, I really hope it is. This song is amazing regardless, absolutely love the creepy vibes. And the zombie noises...pleeeeease. Research this, motherfucker! BLEGH😂😂 Damnation now, fuck you.

Cyberhex: Perfect song to release as the first single. Just, yeah. Amazing. Hype as fuck. The Doom vibes really fit with the album theme and it really works in this song. And the opera vocals??? So fuckin' good. If you look up "perfection" in the dictionary this song pops up

Red, White, & Boom: CALEBBBBB, PRECIOUS BOYYYYY. Honestly, I thought he'd be in the song more kinda like how Bryan was. This song really screamed 'Murica, but like, in a mocking way. And like We Become The Night, this song is fuckin wacky dude😂 Chris borderline just talking in the verses, just amazing lmao. And then the smacking chorus to counterbalance. BUT, bringing back the lyrics from AMERICA??? Yas, that was amazing and I was so happy

Scoring The End Of The World: Some people were disappointed that the song didn't go hard cause Mick was featured, but like?? Who cares if the song was heavy or not, it's a fuckin amazing song. I could still hear Mick's influence without the CHONK. Again, Ricky's vocals...so good. I love when he sings. Amazing, just amazing. Everything's amazing.

All in all, the album was a work of perfection. 10 outta 10. No, fuck that. 100 out of 10. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be listening to it on repeat until my ears bleed

[macbethheadband]

tmg asks!: 4. favourite 'going to...' song? 21. favourite line(s) from a song? 24. a song you didn't know about, then became obsessed with?

4. Favourite Going To song?

going to wisconsin my beloved.... i remember learning the chords and being like haha yeah JD play that chyune.

21. Tell me your favourite line/s from a song you love.

in honour of my friend lizardmoor heres some of my favourite lines from picture of my dress: "somebodys grandma behind the wheel of a big rig / pulling in with her headlights on" "and mr steven tyler is on the overhead speakers / he doesnt want to miss a thing / out there at the counter / blending in with the lunchtime crowd / trying not to laugh out loud" "im going to have to chase down the remnants / of something special that you stole from me / it may be hiding in the sunset / or in distant corners of the dawn / or maybe its gone" "run out of gas in the middle of nowhere anyway / stand there by the roadside smiling"

24. A song you didn't know about for ages and then found one day and became obsessed with?

i actually have a great answer for this and it's song for ted sallis it's from the hex of infinite binding EP and i dont think i ever heard it until a few weeks back and i was like wait a minute this is.. a top tier goats song. i love the way it fades out with that one line "no skin like the skin you woke up in" with the little sax riff. and i love the way the melody switches around a bit in the choruses :-) its creepy and weird and one of my new faaaaves. JD stop releasing hundreds of tiny EPs im only one person.

[purplesurveys]

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Alphabetti Spaghetti (2/3)

F o r e v e r - y o u r s - F

Do you fancy any celebrities? If so, who? KIM TAEHYUUUUUUNGGGGGGGGG

Do you watch any FBI shows? Which ones? No.

Have you ever been to a festival? Which one? I don’t think so.

Do you have a fireplace in your house? Hell no. Just the idea of having a fireplace considering where I live and the general climate we have all year makes me nauseous haha.

Do you have a hot flask? I’m not so sure what you mean but if you’re referring to tumblers like Hydro Flask that keep drinks hot/cold for a really long time then yeah, I have one.

What decade were you four in? 2000s.

Do you like the TV show Friends? I love it. I haven’t watched an episode in a while, but it’s always a go-to for me whenever I feel really really really down.

Do you like the feeling of cat fur? Sure, it’s pleasant. Same with dog fur.

Go girl, go; G

Do you have a back garden? Not really a garden but we do have a sort of backyard; basically some space behind the house. 

Do you have a gentle touch? Idk...depends on what I’m holding or touching, I guess? Like I would obviously hold an infant as gently and gingerly as possible, but I wouldn’t pay as much attention if I’m holding something ordinary like my phone.

Do you like girly programmes like Gossip Girl? LOL at girly. Who says Gossip Girl and literally any other show out there has to be for a certain audience?

Do you ever use gloves? Only when I order from Frankie’s since they provide gloves with their meals.

Do you prefer gold or silver? Silver.

Are you a greedy person? What makes you greedy? A little bit, when it comes to food hahaha. I don’t like sharing and I get angry if someone eats a portion I already called dibs on.

Have you ever seen a gypsy? No.

Hold on honey, I'm here. - H

Do you have any bad habits? What? I pick at my nails - either set - when I get tense. I also tend to get a liiiiitle bit reckless with my money, if I do choose to spend. I’m pretty self-disciplined for the most part, but I let that go as soon as I give myself the green light lol. Exhibit A would be me spending a total of nearly P7,000 just this week alone on BTS merch...

Do you know anyone called Helen? I don’t think so. My dad has a cousin named Helena, though.

Have you ever watched a documentary about Hitler? Not directly related to him, but I remember watching Night Will Fall in high school.

Do you put hm in a lot of your survey answers? Not a lot. Occasionally, though.

When was the last time you went to hospital? What was it for? May last year. Blood and urine tests.

Do you like HP (Harry Potter)? Who's your favourite character? I didn’t grow up with it, but it’s not as if I’m a passionate anti. It’s just not my cup of tea, even after trying to read the books.

Do you spell it honey or hunny? I never spell it as hunny unless I’m saying it sarcastically or playfully with friends.

Are you afraid of this Swine Flu Hype? That’s gone now, right? We’re dealing with something else entirely.

In the end we all die broken. - I

Have you ever been to Ibiza? Nopes.

Do you take ice in your soda/fizzy drinks? I don’t really have a preference as I don’t regularly consume fizzy drinks anyway, as long as it’s not lukewarm.

Who do you think is a complete idiot? Anyone supporting the government at this point is a good runner-up.

Do you often wonder what if? Sometimes. But I also find it a waste of time, so I don’t dwell on them.

Have you ever seen an Igloo? I haven’t.

Do you get ill often? No, almost never.

Do you ever imagine you were not human? What did you imagine you were? No, this has never come to mind.

Do you like sexual innuendos? If it’s not too trashy, sure.

What is your IQ? Idk, I’ve never had it checked.

Do people often call you irrational? I’ve never been called this before, at least not to my face.

Do you think the name Isis is pretty? ...Welp, not anymore.

Do you get itchy eyeballs? That never happens. Is that even possible?

Do you know what ix stands for in roman numerals? 9.

Just breathe baby, breathe. - J

Have you ever been in jail? I have a very vague memory of visiting a prison with my parents before, but I no longer remember why I was there.

Do you like JD (Jack Daniels)? Nahhhhhh. Had a tiny sip of it once, found it absolutely nasty.

Do you get jealous easily? Not anymore.

Do you tell a lot of jokes? Yeah. I like making people laugh, so I drop jokes whenever I can whether I’m in a formal or informal setting.

Do you finish school/college in June? When I was in college, my school year ended every May. Before that, the academic calendar ended every March.  

Kiss me, kill me, thrill me. - K

Do you know a girl called Karla? Yeah, one of the managers at work is a Karla but I don’t work with her. I also went to grade/high school with a girl named Karla; she was my friend for a while as well, but we grew apart over the years.

Did you watch Kenan and Kel? Nope.

Do you prefer kisses or hugs? Depends on the person, I guess. But in the context of being in a relationship, I do love being kissed.

Do you like Korn? I don’t listen to them.

Do you like watching films with Kung Fu in them? Not in particular.

Lessons learnt the hard way are the best I've ever had. - L

Do you like Lady Gaga? She’s okay. I’m not super crazy about her but I tend to like all the stuff she puts out.

When was the last time you had lemonade? Wow, it’s definitely been a while. Maybe a year or so ago? I don’t get to have it a lot; usually only when it’s offered at hotels or resorts when I go on vacation.

Do you ever lie to save your own skin? Sometimes, but I never let the lie be too big just in case it bites me back in the ass one day.

Do you think llamas are cute? Sure.

Do you use Lol a lot? Yes.

Do you think you are lucky or unlucky? Neither.

Melody in my heartstrings. - M

Do you like Mac and Cheese? Loooooove mac and cheese, especially truffle mac and cheese.

Do you ever eat at McDonald’s? What's your usual? Not very often tbh, but I do like McDonald’s. I don’t eat it frequently enough to have a usual order; I get whatever I feel like having at a given moment. And since we’re here, I’m gonna be plugging the BTS Meal, in stores 5/26! HAHAHA

Do you like Medieval games like 7elda? You mean The Legend of Zelda? I do love that franchise, but I don’t like the medieval genre as a whole; I just happened to grow up with the Zelda series and Nintendo as a whole, so I’ve taken a liking to it. 

What's on your mind right now? That it’s Monday again tomorrow. I feel like I’m starting to get burnout :/ I’ve definitely noticed I haven’t been being 100% at work lately...but it could also be because the weather is crappy hot again, which makes it a lot harder to work and keep focused.

Is money in your opinion, the root of all evil? It’s part of it.

Do you like Mr and Mrs the show? I’m not familiar with it.

Do you read murder mystery books? Which ones? No.

Do you find Mystical stuff fascinating? Not really.

Nobody loves me, what a change. - N

Do you know the name of your local shopkeeper? We don’t have those here.

Have you ever been called nerdy? I’m sure I’ve been.

Are you you truly a nice person? I hope that’s what people see and think.

Do you overuse nouns in your sentences? I like using adjectives, for one; but I don’t exactly know how you can overuse nouns hahaha.

Do you know anyone personally who is a nurse? Yes, I have several relatives who are in nursing.

Only you - it always has been. - O

Do you obey authority or deliberately disobey it? Obey for the most part.

Is there anything in your room that is an Octagon? What is it? I don’t think so.

What odor can you smell in the room you're in now? The neutral scent my aircon is blowing out.

Do you get offended easily? I think sensitive would be a more fitting word.

Have you ever been to Ohio? No.

Do you ever say Oi? Sure, but not frequently.

Do you spell it OK or okay? I use both; I don’t have a preference. What I avoid is ‘K,’ though.

Are you older than the number day you were born on? Yes.

Have you ever watched the film the Omen? I haven’t.

Name one thing you always have taken for granted? The basic things, I guess, like breathing.

Have you ever had an operation? On what? Never.

Do you like things in a set order or doesn't it matter? As much as possible I do want things to be organized, yeah. I get restless if I see a very messy spreadsheet or Powerpoint, for instance.

Do you have a habit of overreacting? I was a lot more...theatrical in my reactions before haha. Not so much these days; I’ve toned down a lot.

Do you think Owls are nice? Sure.

Do you know what an Oxymoron is? Yup.

Have you ever tried Oyster? Yessssssss I love them and now you’re making me crave them :(

[kittyball23]

The Proposal v2 (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary:  A rewrite of the first half of my oneshot “The Prosposal”

A/N: Requested by @mariesme. Some stuff is the same as the original version, but there are some tweaks :)

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"Guys, I think this calls for a celebration!"

Branch cringed as John Dory yelled out right next to his ear, still interlocked in the five-brother hug that had resulted from Branch's Hug Time's bracelet chiming. He cringed slightly more at the loud chorus of agreement that rung out from his other brothers, enthusiastic to join in the celebratory moment and fully agreeing with their oldest brother's suggestion. Branch, too, voiced his agreement – the time felt right, and the joyous mood amongst them was just right – but only after he was released from the tight hug and could regain his breath. As he allowed his lungs to expand again, he heard John Dory begin to harmonize the beginnings of a song.

“Everybody…”

Branch recognized it right away. It was one of the songs that they used to sing all the time, in every concert that they’d ever performed at, every rehearsal, and sometimes even in their downtime when they simply chilled together in their pod.

It was Spruce who followed up in the harmony next. “Yeahahh…”

“Rock your body…” John Dory continued.

“Yeahahh…” Clay sang, picking up the melody.

“Everybody…” JD sang again.

“Yeahahh…” Floyd crooned smoothly, joining in.

Four sets of eyes fell upon Branch next, expectantly and kindly. They had all contributed thus far, and only he remained left. The blue Troll smiled, gladly adding to the perfect quintet chorus. “Rock your body, right…”

Reenergized, the five Trolls – brothers, friends, and family – struck a pose, side by side and grinning broadly as they let the song’s beat drop.

“BroZone’s back, ALL RIGHT!”

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What a celebration it had turned out to be!

The brothers sang their song all through the trip back home on the caterbus, and back upon the mushroom stage that was in Pop Village. Trolls from all tribes had gathered to see the spectacle that was BroZone 2.0 – AKA BroZone Reunion, BroZone: Here We Bro Again, BroZone: Where Did They Bro? Well, It Turned Out To Be A LOT of Different Places, But We FOUND THEM!! (Hey, the title was still a work in progress for them, but it could be dealt with later). Like it had many years ago, the feeling of being back on the stage filled them with life, made them each feel like they were truly home again. Clearly, it mattered not where they were, so long as they had had each other once more. But Branch could dwell on the sap later – right now, they had a show to put on!

Bounding up on the stage in a near perfect replica of how they’d done so almost two decades prior, John Dory, Spruce, Clay, Floyd, and Branch – all donning brand-new colorful hair-matching vests – made the crowd go wild with applause. The five wasted no time bursting into their song, recreating the perfect Family Harmony flawlessly.

“Oh, my gah, we're back again!” Branch sang, spreading his arms out wide.

“Brothers, sisters, everybody sing,” Floyd sang, coming alongside his younger brother for a quick side hug.

“Gonna bring the flavor, show you how,” Clay sang, busting a slick breakdancing move that seemed to be a combination of a one-armed cartwheel and a split.

“Gotta question for you, better answer now, yeah,” Spruce sang, grooving along to the beat.

“Am I original?” John Dory sang, gesturing to himself, snapping with both his hands and making a finger gun.

“Am I the only one?” Floyd sang, placing a hand over his heart.

“Am I sensual?” Spruce sang, blowing kisses to his wife in the audience, who blew kisses right back at him.

“Am I everything you need?” Clay sang, right as Branch finished with, “You better rock your body now!” The five sang the chorus all together, stepping in rhythm with each other, voices strong and proud.

“Everybody!

Yeahahh

Rock your body!

Yeahahh

Everybody!

Rock your body right…”

Automatically, the brothers all grouped together, stacking themselves with John Dory at the bottom, Floyd and Spruce atop his shoulders, Clay hoisted atop them, and then Branch at the very top, while they all sang the last line. “BroZone’s back, ALL RIGHT!”

Cheering erupted from the audience watching. Right at the front, and being held back by her sister Viva, was an overly excited Poppy. She screamed joyously, tears streaming down her pink cheeks as she jumped up and down.

“I LOVE YOU BROZONE!” she cried, and then even more loudly yelled, “I LOVE YOU BRANCH!!”

Around her, other cheers for the brothers were being screamed out.

The teal and magenta bros smiled when they heard Trolls crying out “You’re awesome, JD!” and “Rock on, Floyd!”

Spruce’s family were really pumped, too, and his children in particular were very excited for the performance that their father had done.

“Great job, Daddy!”

“That was so cool!”

“Do it again! Do it again!”

The kids were so excited, in fact, that they didn’t even mind it when their mother and father shared the look that always indicated that, more than likely, as soon as Spruce climbed down from that stage, they would both share a great, big kiss (yuck!).

All of a sudden, through the cheering, a very distinct and exceptionally loud call of “MARRY ME, CLAY!” was heard.

Poppy gasped when she realized that the one who’d called it out was none other than her sister! Viva clamped her hand over her mouth, blushing heavily when she’d made eye contact with Clay. His blue eyes were as wide as dinner platters, and he’d grown significantly pale with shock. And if that weren't enough, his jaw dropped, too. Suddenly, his legs felt wobbly with a weakness that only being lovestruck could bring, and the brother stack began to falter! But, unlike the time they'd all tumbled onto the stage, the brothers acted quickly and managed to land on their feet, breaking Clay’s fall by combining their hair and making a sort of net to catch him in.

“Ah well, I guess that brings a whole new meaning to ‘falling in love,’ now, doesn’t it?” Spruce joked, nudging Clay once he’d helped him to his feet.

“I… um… well, I g-guess you could, err… say that…” the lime-green-haired Troll stammered, trying to keep his cool but not doing so well at it with the blush that was still bright on his cheeks. He couldn’t hear all too well from where he was upon the stage, but from what he could see, it appeared that Viva was faring no better than he with the bashfulness. Poppy had a gleam in her eye and seemed to be asking Viva questions about the outburst, while the Putt Putt Queen giggled nervously and twirled her golden hair in her fingers.

“Hey man, there’s nothin’ wrong with boarding the love train, bro,” Spruce said, breaking into Clay’s thoughts. “Which brings me to my other point…”

He huddled the brothers together, and whispered at Branch. “Now, you know as well as all of us here do that it’s time, brother.”

Branch felt himself grow nervous when Spruce made the motion of putting an imaginary ring on a finger, while JD, Clay, and Floyd nodded approvingly.

He bit his lip, feeling his hands go clammy. “Y-you really think so?”

“Dude, she’s totally in sync with you!” John Dory said, nudging Branch.

“I didn’t get to see much of you two together,” Floyd admitted, “but I can definitely tell that you’ve got something special going on.”

But, even with their support, Branch still looked quite uncertain.

“Look, bro, you got nothing to worry about,” Spruce assured. “I’ve already done this before, and lookie where that’s got me!” He peeked over at where his kids and his wife were in the audience, the latter of whom he flashed a charming smile to and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

John Dory rolled his eyes and tugged at his younger brother’s vest. “YO BRO, mind staying focused here? This is Bitty B’s Big Breakthrough!”

“Try saying that three times fast,” Clay mumbled, and then watched as Spruce spoke to Branch again.

“Sorry for getting distracted there, Branch. JD has a point, though. Right now, this is all about you!” He slung an arm around Branch’s shoulders and spoke in hushed tones. “So here’s what we’re gonna do…”

__________________________________________ A/N: The rest of it will pretty much go the same way I had written it in the original version :3