#and that in itself is maddening

[unholyverse]

waterparks // marvin magazine issue #10

(full transcript under the cut)

Waterparks

WORDS by HOLLY SOLEM

PHOTOGRAPHY by DANIEL PRACOPCYK

Waterparks are places you go for fun; both pools and slides and the gloriously buzzy, pop punk band featuring members Geoff Wigington (lead guitar), Otto Wood (drums), and singer/guitarist Awsten Knight, whose neon energy matches his hair. Their music leads you down sonic chutes and up rainbow ladders with four albums, countless tours, millions of listeners and a recent signing with Fueled By Ramen, the label under which they are about to drop their highly anticipated 5th studio album. MARVIN had the good fortune of catching up with Knight—who is busy prepping for a European tour, a US tour and the release of the band's new album—to talk about all that goes into creating the bubbly world of Waterparks.

The new album titled Intellectual Property features eleven legit bangers filled with anthemic choruses. psychedelic experimentation and hooky melodies all polished to a sheen. There are hints of megalithic rock bands like Muse, inspiration from The Beach Boys and the pop punk sounds we have come to expect. But as for the "pop" part, this record goes in hard with collaborations with the likes of blackbear and songwriter/producer Julian Bunetta.

I love pop music and we got an offer to write with this dude, Julian, who has credits on 95% of One Direction's discography. I fucking love One Direction. I don't want to be dramatic but let's say I've got a top 60 favorite songs, I think four or five are One Direction songs. And Julian's written on all of them. I was just like, 'I want to do what I do but with him too.' And then I made "FUNERAL GREY", "BRAINWASHED", and "FUCK ABOUT IT", with him.

For this album, the band brought in more outside alliances than on previous albums, with Knight saying. "I think I was more open to [collaborations] on this album. Other people's opinions and thoughts and stuff like that. Normally, I don't really love writing with people that I don't know very well because it can feel very sterile. You walk in and they're like, 'what do you want to write about? You're like, 'oh fuck'—because it's a personal thing." And when it comes to getting personal, Knight is also realizing that to his surprise, the more personal he gets-the more vulnerable lyrically—the more universal the message.

I feel like I used to be kind of freaked out by [vulnerability], especially earlier, on album one. I was really nervous about it and it sounds so lame in retrospect but I didn't even want to do any acoustic songs. I liked burying myself a lit- tle bit behind a big instrumental. [The song] "21 Questions" for example. I sent that along with all the other demos to Benji because I wanted his opinion and he was like, 'this is one of the best ones.' Those wind up being the favorites, which seems counterproductive because songs are supposed to be relatable. And I never feel like I'm being relatable but I try to be less selfish with the writing. I want this to be for someone else.

When Knight refers to "Benji" he is talking about Benji Madden, one half of legendary pop punk duo Good Charlotte. Benji, along with his brother and bandmate Joel, manage Waterparks after discovering them on YouTube and DM'ing them on Twitter back in 2015. Knight received the news of the Maddens' invitation to fly to LA for a meeting while working as a babysitter who gave guitar lessons.

I called the guys and we're like, 'holy shit.' So we all went and bought swimsuits because…California. And yeah, that was it. After we met them, we went back to our hotel and were just like, 'what is happening? A week ago we were still passing out flyers outside of other people's shows. And we're right here, right now. This is the weirdest shit.'

A literal dream-come-true for Knight and the band, who eventually would make the move to LA from Houston while missing its Tex-Mex and Thai food, and of course, his family. But when it comes to the weather, he's all about California. He doesn't even mind the earthquakes. He was in a rooftop hot tub during one and actually found it rather exciting. For a man who has toured the world, there's a bright-eyed innocence and almost childlike wonder to him. His seeming lack of cynicism is as refreshing as freshly fallen snow which he admits he only saw for the first time not that long ago. But now, Knight talks about having stress dreams as he and the band get ready to embark on a European leg, followed by an extensive US tour.

Here's the thing, I like to play shows and I like to meet people. The other 22 hours of the day, I like having my space. I'm pretty particular, you know what I mean? I like my zone where I can sit and just do stuff. You go from peace and quiet and doing what you want all the time to sharing a small living space and a bus with twelve people. It's basically having twelve people in your living room for two months. And you're just like, 'ah, but the shows are great' as long as the shows are fun and everyone is having a great time, that makes it worth it to me.

He's also superstitious. Around his apartment there are crystals, there are obsidian and selenite wands in front of all the mirrors. He has a healer-type person come in and energetically clear his space, insisting he throw away objects that may have "dark entities" attached. "I'm luckier than people I know. They're like, 'why is the light always turning green when you go to it? Why do you always get the front spot at the store?' I'm like, it's because I don't split the pole, you know? Can't split a pole when you're walking. There's a bunch of superstitions. But I follow them and I'm crazy lucky."

In addition to music, he recently penned a well-received book of personal essays called, You'd Be Paranoid Too (If Everyone Was Out to Get You). He plans to write a novel next and has also started a clothing line called HiiDef. that fabricates small collections that sell out fast. His enthusiasm for the line is on par with music. "If everybody made the songs that I wanted to hear, I wouldn't have to do this. The same thing applies with clothing." Passion abound, he is all smiles when discussing plans for the future of Waterparks.

How do I get to the fucking moon? I think anyone who hears this album is going to love it. Cause I think it's incredible. I'm looking at the songs right now. I'm just like, 'man, straight slappers.' Even the last song, which I know wouldn't be a single or anything-that's probably one of the best accomplishments of a song that we've ever been able to pull off. I see this album in plaques on the wall. All right, we're manifesting now.

He names his goals out loud, as one is meant to do when calling them in, mentioning things like how much he'd like to play the Redding and Leeds Festivals at sunset. Then he pulls up the Waterparks US tour schedule online while musing, "I want one of those big "Sold Out" things across all the dates. It's getting there dude. Yeah, actually, it's going crazy right now." In real time, he seems to discover that the banners that cross nearly all of the show dates do indeed read, "Sold Out". And then it's clear. Awsten Knight is lucky. But luck is really about preparation meeting opportunities and he has definitely shown up to the game prolific and prepared. Five albums in, it's clear that Knight and Waterparks have only just begun.

@waterparks

#i scanned this big ass magazine and photoshopped it back together after i found out you could buy this digitally so you better reblog #awsten knight #otto wood #geoff wigington #waterparks #i.zip #anyways story time #only reason i bought this is bc i saw this at barnes and noble at the mall and it was wayyy cheaper than if i got a physical online #$25 instore vs $30 online + $20 shipping which is INSANE but the fact that this is the size of my torso is even more insane #it's just some puff piece like the rest of the shit you'd expect from a rich people magazine that brands itself as punk #and that josh madden shilled his way into again lol

[nebuvoid]

#yuri on ice #yoi #dean fujioka #music #history maker #yoi music #i didnt even know there was another version i wasnt staying up to date while... waiting. certainly fits the current mood #lets celebrate what gifts yoi has given us. and maybe also curse whoever is responsible for this disaster #im honestly less mad about the movie itself and more about how they mishandled the yoi ip in general. the blatant disregard for what a #phenomenom yoi was during its height. its baffling its maddening #yoi talk

[yaoianime]

Soon im rly gonna do it

#🕸️ #sui mention #< in the tags tho cuz it feels nicer to talk abt this in tags than in the post itself cuz to me posts are like talking normally but tags are #like whispering? talking you can tune out if you want but whispering is rather more voluntary to say it doesnt matter however #every single year passes and i wish i didnt live in each and every one of them i feel disconnected dissatisfied empty disappointed every day #it can be a small part of a day or a bigger but its still there clenching onto me like and never letting go im tired of it theres always a #wall between me and otyer ppl im unsure if i put it there or was it put there by other ppl but its there and even if anyone tries to reach #into it do i understand how even if close are we really far away it makes me understand just how much of an abnormality i am and how much i #cant ever be like them no matter how much i try and climb and crawl until i bleed its exhausting its maddening #almost everything i do is shaped by spite i wear one bracelet for years out of spite i dont smoke out of spite i dont shave my hands not #only because im normal abt body hair but also out of spite the more i know ppl the spiteful i get only way for me to truly like someone is #to keep them at a lenght outside that wall if they get in then theres only two choices for them to dislike me or even hate my entire being #or me to shove them back out without ever letting them get in #coworkers say im a nice kind person but im not its all just a facade to make my life easier and to suit myself im hateful but i dont believe #its entirely my fault after all they will to my face make fun of. laugh at. and hate everything of me they would see in other ppl that dont #hide it deep within like i do and then it rly hits me how different abnormal foul disgusting and unnatural i am #im hit with his every talk that goes on too long every word that keeps going every touch every expression every comment made on my behalf #its exhausting to live this way i fear im near my limit i havent reached it but who knows when i will #i sometimes dream of doing it and leaving behind a note wishing nothing but painful suffering to everyone i ever knew irl but i dont want to #do that to my best friends and my dog but who knows how long its left before the thread breaks #thats all like comment and subscribe if you personally would do me a favor by taking me out back and shooting me

[iirulancorrino]

Long before Roe was overturned, providers’ desire to avoid risk—from professional ostracization to picketing to shootings—shadowed abortion care. This is why medical schools often refrained from offering training in terminating pregnancies, and why abortion procedures were not regularly performed in the vast majority of public hospitals. Since Dobbs, some medical institutions have gone further, hesitating to provide care to women such as Christina Zielke, who was rushed to a hospital in Painesville, Ohio, last September after experiencing heavy bleeding from a miscarriage. Instead of performing a dilation-and-curettage procedure to remove the pregnancy tissue from her uterus, the hospital staff discharged Zielke, apparently in response to a six-week abortion ban that had been passed by the Ohio state legislature. Zielke was soon lying in a bathtub in a pool of blood, wondering if she would die. After she lost consciousness, her family called 911, and paramedics eventually took her back to the hospital, where a doctor performed the procedure.

Such horror stories are a predictable consequence of the fear that criminalizing abortion has spread through the medical community. For fifty years, Roe protected providers from legal risks like the ones taken on by the Jane Collective, an underground network of women in Chicago. Collective members arranged more than eleven thousand illegal abortions in the late nineteen-sixties and early seventies, until a team of detectives raided their makeshift clinic and charged them with multiple counts of “conspiracy to commit abortion.” (Just before their cases went to trial, the Supreme Court legalized abortion.) Arguably, providers face greater legal dangers now than they did before Roe. Carole Joffe, a sociologist who has written about the history of abortion, told me that doctors who performed illegal procedures in the past “typically received sentences of a few years,” whereas physicians today face “an aggressive anti-abortion movement that, in some states, is calling for life imprisonment.” Abortion opponents have also targeted organizations such as Planned Parenthood with spurious lawsuits and violent attacks, in an effort to shut them down.

Planned Parenthood’s motto is “Care. No matter what.” These words suggest an uncompromising commitment to serving patients. Yet some pro-choice advocates feel that the group, along with other large organizations that have shaped the modern abortion-rights movement, has lately seemed more focussed on self-preservation than on taking bold risks. Tracy Weitz, a reproductive-rights scholar who directs the Center on Health, Risk, and Society, at American University, told me she is worried that these groups are being guided too strongly by attorneys whose priority is to shield them from lawsuits. The mission of Planned Parenthood is not “institutional survival,” Weitz said. “Their entire goal, their mission, is to serve patients.” If caution supersedes this goal, she warns, not only will patients suffer but the pro-choice movement will fall into a familiar trap. “One of the critiques of the abortion-rights movement is that we put too much faith in the law, believing that it would protect the right to abortion,” she said. “I think it’s ironic that all of a sudden we have turned over this movement to a whole new group of lawyers—not constitutional lawyers but risk managers.”

In the fall of 2021, a preview of how these dynamics could play out in a post-Roe era unfolded in Texas, after Governor Greg Abbott signed the Texas “heartbeat” bill. Better known as S.B. 8, the law banned abortion after six weeks of pregnancy, and it offered a ten-thousand-dollar bounty to any private citizen who successfully sued someone involved in such a procedure. In the view of some analysts, S.B. 8 was plainly unconstitutional—Roe v. Wade was then still federal law—and designed to intimidate both patients and providers. (Indeed, Planned Parenthood joined the A.C.L.U. and other groups in a lawsuit to block S.B. 8.) One might imagine that Planned Parenthood and other large pro-choice organizations, including the National Abortion Federation, which funds and supports many independent clinics, would have responded to this threat by urging providers to continue offering care and by pledging to defend anyone named in a lawsuit. Vicki Saporta, who served as the N.A.F.’s president until 2018, believes that such a strategy would have been both feasible and effective. “There could have been a legal-defense fund set up to pay out various ten-thousand-dollar suits while S.B. 8 was being challenged, and, in the meantime, care could have continued to be provided,” she said. Planned Parenthood and its affiliates, whose net assets exceed two billion dollars, have “the wherewithal to raise the legal-defense money,” she added.

Instead, Planned Parenthood’s South Texas affiliate instructed its providers to stop performing all abortions, even before six weeks. The affiliate’s apparent anxiety about lawsuits was shared by Planned Parenthood’s leaders and by its attorneys in Washington, who warned that Republicans in Texas could weaponize S.B. 8 to try to bankrupt the organization. Meanwhile, the N.A.F. announced that it would stop funding any providers and patients who didn’t comply with S.B. 8—and even pressed clinics to perform a second ultrasound after patients had endured Texas’s mandatory twenty-four-hour waiting period, in case a heartbeat could be detected then. Many Texas doctors refused to adhere to the N.A.F. directive. In fact, some physicians had the impulse to publicly flout S.B. 8. Shortly after the law took effect, Alan Braid, a provider in San Antonio, published an op-ed in the Washington Post in which he acknowledged having performed an abortion after the six-week limit. He explained that in the early seventies, while completing his ob-gyn residency, he had seen several women die from illegal abortions. “I understand that by providing an abortion beyond the new legal limit, I am taking a personal risk, but it’s something I believe in strongly,” he wrote. Braid told me recently that, at the time, he’d talked to several physicians who shared his feelings and who, like him, were willing to defy S.B. 8. If doctors were willing to fight, he wondered, why were institutions designed to protect women’s rights capitulating?

#what I'm reading #abortion #planned parenthood #reproductive justice #this was an absolutely maddening article but reified a lot of things I have been frustrated about over the past year/years #and intersects a lot with some stuff I've been thinking about wrt how disastrous the ngo-ification of feminism has been for women #and how the medical field (for many reasons understandably) and large organizations writ large and inherently risk averse #which means they are terribly positions to fight back against the anti abortion movement in this political climate #it's super frustrating...the way pp markets itself (and raises millions of $$) as the vanguard of the resistence vs what they actually do #feels super disingenuous and gross #*are inherently

[beeapocalypse]

was about to start a post with 'do you remember the desperate housewives videogame. the husband shouldve been stoned to death. the cop and the mobster as well' and then realized no. nobody remembers the fuckin desperate housewives game are you kidding me

#genuinely some of the most appalling implications ive seen in a story and they are just NOT addressed at all. a cop obsessed with his-- #--high school girlfriend going to the lengths to track her down like twelve years after she left town somehow being the best choice is awfu #i dont even want to put down a basic plot summary for context the husbands actions are so disgusting. the mc has amnesia (bc her-- #--mobster exboyfriend tried to have her killed) and looks incredibly similar to the husbands dead wife. extrapolate from there if u wish #i dont know anything abt the show itself. in my mind it does not exist #the only normal characters in the game are the children+the mcs son and the gay fashion designer neighbor. w the neighbor it is bc he is-- #--neither '''competition''' as the other housewives are nor a '''potential score''' as every other man is. nearly every single-- #--interaction in the game is portrayed that way and it is maddening #i think the therapist mightve been decent ? i cannot remember he just kind of sat there and nodded along but at the very least you-- #--did not have the option to fuck him and he was not a creep #^ guy who is far too invested in a 2006 tv show videogame. sorryyy #a strung out addict with amnesia investigating a mystery. harrier du bois type character LOL

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

"wow how pathetic it is of a man who isn't much of a fighter to be afraid and want to live in the middle of aggressors invading his lands"

WHY WON'T U JUST GIVE UP AND STOP DEFENDING YOUR LANDS THAT WE'RE INVADING AND ATTACKING ON TOP OF YOU LITERALLY DOING ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO US

#DCB Three Hopes Run #i care for you dearly monica but this just ain't it #at the time of posting this I've cleared most of the maps in the game on all difficulties #save for a chunk of AG's stuff which the lead up maps I'm still going through #and am not sure if I plan to finish the maddening ones during my next full playthrough #but boy am I enjoying being out of the victim blaming zone. I don't mind the chapters that are like #internal struggles like Ludwig or the returning to Enbarr assassination attempt chapter #but it's when it gets into all the Kingdom/Church (and somewhat Alliance) stuff that it just feels gross to me #SB wouldn't have been all that bad probably at all if it focused on Edelgard versus #internal strife in Adrestia and fighting TWS bc those chapters are all fine??? #literally like any chapters not revolving around the conquest aspect are fine #but then you get dumb shit lines like these that remind me why I hate Edelgard's routes #and it's not just that I don't like her as a person/character but also like the way the narrative itself tries to #frame the whole victim blaming as being correct and the right thing and the right side and stuff #like at least admit as part of the immediate narrative that the victim blaming just ain't cool #have like idk Ferdinand say something abt it (but ig he can't bc Hopes reduced him to yet another Edelsimp) #don't try to frame it as lol yeah they're ACTUALLY shitty ppl for defending their home from aggressors invading #posting this in the dead of the morning bc i wanna bring it up but also like #fewer ppl on at this time lol it's just smth that rly frustrates me bc SB had potential and they squandered most of it

[meherya]

People who shit on the Punjabi language are so wild, likening it to a "redneck" language is so racist even coming from other brown people.... specifically ppl who speak Urdu and Hindi

#like punjabi is older than the urdu language #the current push on both sides of the border to ban ppl from speaking it in educational institutions is maddening... in PUNJAB itself #like... u will never catch me speaking anything other than punjabi irdgaf who's in front of me

[sc0rfanos]

rina's stuff with rey doesnt negate the abuse rina faced in the flora community. it doesnt make the fact their csa experience was used in a nsfw visual novel on a porn site when they're clearly not comfortable with it being there suddenly go away. it doesnt make their experience with w0z (whom glip is vehemently defending) suddenly stop being real. just like how glip's own abusive actions doesnt suddenly negate the fact that they themselves were abused. It just doesn't fucking work that way.

im so tired of glip's tactic of deflecting the blame when the person accused of something heinous is someone they're close to or even just themselves. we've seen it all before with lain and fluff. glip finds something they can use to paint the person as an unreliable narrator and they run with it because they know it's the only argument they have. they wont answer for the things theyve done they'll just point out how bad the accuser is, too! it's textbook bullshit but hey I guess it works for them huh.

#glitchedpuppet #floraverse #slowly my belief and hope for a redemption is imploding in on itself #maybe some bad people are just bad and theres nothing you can do #cut your losses and all that #too bad i cant haha #im tired of this repeating over and over again with no consequence #its maddening

[gothamcityneedsme]

like. Is that supposed to motivate me? Guilt me? It doesnt lol it makes me want to kill you.

#shitpost #literally i keep being tempted to make td about td itself and go so meta with my relationship with it #That stuff doesnt matter tho itd be so far off itd be insane #anyways tho literally what is that comment meant to accomplish #Id literally feel victorious freedom if i deleted the story from ao3 lol #Like this isnt a threat i will NEVER do that #But oh is it tempting to find vindictive success #against readers like these #Why do so many readers end up being like this #I literally hate readers so much #Im so mad sorry lol i just like #I havent gotten a comment in like a month and this happens #like its so so so maddening i cant even describe how fucking mad i am lol

[eclipsedships]

I decided to redraw the first picture I ever properly drew Blitzwing in.

I think I've made some massive improvement.

The original for reference

This was a little over a year ago

#a taste of madness #forgotten secrets: a taste of madness #Love Transcends Reality: Maddening Serenity with a side of Elegance #I'm really proud of this #both the art itself. and my improvement

[ddarker-dreams]

Do you think Blade is the type to get jealous really easily? I think he is but like, to what extent do you think he’ll show how jealous he is?

blade is possessive to a near maddening extent.

however, he's familiar with warding madness off, no matter how enticingly it beseeches him. owing to this, he misinterpreted his writhing jealousy for mara. a bemused kafka refuted this conclusion. true, his mara adds fuel to the fire, but it's not what lit the match. this revelation leaves him at a loss. he finds it frustrating how his waning control weakens even more in your presence. it's agonizing.

he considers himself the most wretched creature in the universe when jealous — disembowelment would be preferable. at least that pain can be treated. you, though, you're a chronic affliction. his torment made manifest. it'd be so much simpler if he could conquer the fear of you hating him. he could butcher everyone who hoarded your attention, maroon you on a planet only he knew the coordinates to. he could, but he won't, because your smile makes death itself undesirable.

he's stuck at an impasse. and at this impasse, he broods.

consequently, you misinterpret the bone-chilling glares sent in your direction. it makes the hair on the back of your neck stand. you don't recall doing anything that'd upset the stellaron hunter, so why is he staring at you like he finds your very existence offensive? maybe he does, in the moment. especially if you're interacting with someone who makes you happy. he can't give that to you. he'd siphon away your warmth, bit by bit.

his jealousy centers around his shortcomings. when you bloom around others, he's reminded that he's poisoned soil. and even then, he wants you. he's always on the verge of plucking you from where you belong to satiate his greed. his gloved hand nears you, ready to do just that, the point of no return—

—then your ever-fickle focus lands on him. the very instant you wave and call out to him, you unknowingly save yourself.

... for a while longer.

#i love HIM #yandere blade x reader #blade x reader #blade brainrot #concepts #answered #Anonymous

[itoshiexx]

when you call them "husband"

how the blue lock boyfriends react when you call them "husband".

pairings: itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, isagi yoichi x fem!reader (no descriptions tho, just the words "mrs." and "wifey") (separate) | warnings: established relationship, fluff, kissing, the boys are simps, shidou is a warning itself

notes: hi guys! another one of these scenarios since you guys seemed to like the other one so much <3 thank you for all your love and support! also it's my first time writing for shidou so i hope this isn't absolute garbage.

Itoshi Sae

one of your and sae’s favorite couple activities was driving around the city. you loved the feeling of madrid’s summer breeze kissing your face and messing up your hair, and sae… well, he would never admit that, but sae loved anything that made you happy, even if it meant driving with no clear destination in mind until his feet hurt. so it was no wonder you convinced him to do just that on that afternoon.

after half an hour of wandering around town on a porsche, you decided that some starbucks would do both of you well. your little pleading eyes quickly convinced sae to stop by one, letting you order since the intercom was on your side.

“welcome to starbucks, what can i get for you today?” the man’s voice came out of the intercom, the spanish accent still making it a bit difficult for sae to fully comprehend, despite living in madrid for years now. 

“hi! i’d like a caramel frappuccino and a chocolate muffin, please.”

“anything else?”

you turned to him, asking in a whisper, “what do you want, baby?”

“just an iced matcha tea latte.” he shrugged. you smiled, and sae had to fight the urge to smile too. it was maddening, really — how much of an effect you had on him with something as simple as a turn of lips.

he watched as you turned back to the intercom, “and my husband wants an iced matcha tea latte. that would be all, thank you.”

distracted, sae started to take his foot off the brake to go to the payment booth, but suddenly his body froze. he furrowed his eyebrows, confusion etched on his teal eyes.

wait. 

fucking wait. 

sae didn’t register what the guy on the intercom said next, much less what you answered. he didn’t even notice the line of cars behind him and the need to move forward. all that mattered was that one word that fell from your mouth seconds prior.

“what did you call me?” he asked, silently afraid that it was all a trick from his mind fed on his deepest wishes. 

it was only then you seemed to realize what you said. “o-oh, i… i’m sorry, it just— it just came out…” you squeaked, bashful. fuck, you were so pretty like that, with your cheeks rosy while averting his gaze. 

sae smirked, pinching your chin so that you would look at him. he kissed you with a sweetness that wasn’t usually present in his bitter mouth, and you melted at his gentleness. 

“don’t apologize,” he said as he broke the kiss. “i liked that, mrs. itoshi.”

it seemed like it was finally time for that velvet box on the bottom of his drawer.

Shidou Ryusei

peace. peace was all you wished for — at least a little bit. five minutes on the phone to schedule an appointment was not asking for much, was it?

apparently, for shidou, it was.

you were well aware your boyfriend was selfish, and that was an universal rule when it came to your attention. considering he spent a lot of time away for games overseas, you couldn’t blame him for wanting some time alone, since you wanted it too. 

however, you really needed to schedule your doctor’s appointment, and your whiny boyfriend was making this task extremely difficult. every time you started talking to the lady on the other side of the phone, ryusei would butt in with very unnecessary comments that made your eyes roll. you apologized profusely to the woman about a hundred times, and she assured you it was okay. she even said it was sweet. 

if you weren’t so annoyed, you would have thought it was sweet, too. ryusei was never one to shy away from expressing his love, even if it meant embarrassing you and himself in the process (although he was completely shameless, so it made no difference).

“will anyone pick you up after your exam, ma’m?”

you could faintly hear what the woman was saying, since shidou was babbling nonsense in your ear as if you weren’t on a phone call. it made you sigh, and you rubbed the bridge of your nose.

“yes, my husband will pick me up.”

and then, silence. 

it took you a minute to realize that the outside noise disappeared and ryusei had completely stopped talking. you blinked a couple times, confused, and turned your head to look at your boyfriend sitting on the couch. to your surprise, he was blushing and gaping like a fish, in what seemed to be utter disbelief.

you braced yourself for what was about to come. 

“HUSBAND?!”

ah, there it is. his scream pierced through the living room, and you were certain even the other side of the country heard it. 

“thank you for everything, ma’m. i should be going now,” you told the receptionist. she only giggled and wished you a good day. 

the second you put your phone down, ryusei’s arms were around your middle, lifting you up and twirling you around like some cliche romance movie. your prior annoyance melted away in a second, and you could only giggle like a schoolgirl in love. 

“awww, ya wanna be my wifey?” he cooed, putting you down without letting you go. his nose touched yours and you blushed with the intensity of his stare. 

though you wouldn’t back down. 

“of course i do, ryu.” you smiled sweetly. your boyfriend stared at you, shocked and bashful for the second time in the span of five minutes, and then groaned when broken from his stupor. 

what a little devil, he thought. 

and then he kissed you, intense and dominating like only ryusei knew how to be, prodding his tongue in your mouth when you gasped and savoring every corner of your mouth. it was one of those kisses that swept you off your feet and left you dizzy, and he could tell from the hazy look in your eyes when he finally backed away.

“fuck, i love you so much. you ‘gon be my wifey, baby, i promise ya.”

Isagi Yoichi

you were usually the one to accompany yoichi to parties — mostly galas thrown by sponsors who wanted to secure a deal with some sports hotshot —, so, for him, it was a breath of fresh air to be your plus one on the holiday party of the company you worked for. 

since the company in question was a corporation, it was no wonder the decoration was flawless, with lots of gold and red to represent the christmas that would soon arrive. the soundtrack was mainly composed of classical music, and he smiled watching you enjoying a vivaldi song. it reminded him of the early days of your relationship, where you teached him about your favorite classic musicians such as beethoven, mozart, ludovico einaudi and chopin.

your arms were linked as you wandered around the hall, and, non surprisingly, everyone seemed to want to talk to you. of course they would; you were the sweetest, kindest and smartest soul to walk on this earth. isagi couldn’t be more proud of all the recognition you were getting, because you deserved more than anyone he knew. 

“are you having fun, baby?” you suddenly asked. the striker finally noticed he had been staring at you for a while as you drank a glass of champagne. he blushed, but nodded. 

“how could i not? i’m with you.”

a giggle left your lips along with a fond roll of your eyes, and yoichi couldn’t help but think that, if he could listen to a single sound forever, he would choose your laugh in a heartbeat. 

“you’re so silly, yoichi,” you playfully chastised him, but stepped forward to give a kiss to his cheek. he smiled, circling your waist with one arm and pulling so that your bodies were glued.

“what can i say, you make me silly, sweetheart.”

“isn’t that what love is supposed to do?” a third voice suddenly spoke, slightly startling the both of you and breaking you from your little bubble. 

you put down your glass on a waiter’s tray, smiling at the man that arrived. “mr. tanaka! what a pleasure it is to see you here.”

“of course! i wouldn’t miss such a party!” he exclaimed, laughing a little loud for the etiquette of that kind of gala, but no one seemed to mind. 

“and who is this?” he asked, pointing to isagi. 

“this is my husband, isagi yoichi. he came today to support me.”

with such simple words, yoichi’s mind went silent. 

he could faintly discern the man saying something about being a soccer enthusiast and a bastard munchen’s fan — mostly from reading his lips, since his ears were buzzing —, but honestly, he couldn’t care less. isagi’s heart was beating so pathetically fast that if he weren’t an athlete, he was pretty sure he would faint right there. 

husband. you called him your husband. 

did that mean you wanted to marry him? he’s been wanting to propose for a while. you have been dating for five years, after all, and yoichi was sure there was no one else in this world he’d rather spend the rest of his life with. did you only say that because you already lived together? or did you actually want a wedding ceremony with all your friends and family, signing the paper that would bound you for good? until death do us part, he remembered. though yoichi would love you even after dying—

“dear?” you called him, worry in your tone. it’s only then he realized he got lost in his thoughts, and both you and mr. tanaka were staring at him.

“oh, sorry. it’s really nice to meet you, sir.” he shook the man’s hand, engaging in conversation.

while you watched them, you smiled coyly, hoping isagi took the hint.

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[angelshimaa]

𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 ;; 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

✧ cw :: gn!reader, fluff, katsuki is super mega soft for you <3

✧ a/n :: it's been a minute since i’ve written something !! i think i rlly like this :)

katsuki doesn't usually like being told the same thing twice. repetition is something he finds so stupid because more often than not, he's got the idea down. there's no need for anyone to waste their breath with the same dull words over and over again.

“say it again.”

it's the same him who hates repetition that says these words so softly they feel like a whisper, like a plea. the two of you pause the cuddling on the couch while sharing a blanket and he watches your lips turn up in a slow smile.

the way your eyes sparkle is almost maddening.

“i love you, katsuki.”

you weave hearts and sparkles in the way you say it for the second time ever, in the way you say his name. his eyes lose their seemingly permanent furrow, and his face takes on a softness you find so endearing. there are strings that strain themselves against his heart, sending him almost loopy in how entranced he is by you.

why does he feel like singing?

“again.”

you laugh lightly and katsuki wants to learn how to engrave every note of it into the wrinkles of his mind. “oh my goodness, i love you, katsuki! how many more times do you want me to say it?”

there's no coarseness to be found in him, no roughness or shame in the warmth that spreads through every inch of him. there's a softness to those eyes, a softness you want to bottle up and keep for yourself.

“i... i don't want you to stop, okay? no take backs.”

you smile. “that’s not how a love confession goes, kats. i said it, and i don't ever want to take it back.”

you drop your head back onto his shoulder and his fingers resume the feather-light tracing up and down your arm. just as gently, katsuki kisses your forehead once, then twice so you understand he means to, and he shifts so as to snuggle with you even better.

“good. don't... don't get tired of it, okay?”

katsuki wants to make you promise you won't, as if either one of you ever could grow tired of that kind feeling wrapping itself around your bones. he settles for your “i won't” before he kisses your forehead again, resting his head against yours afterwards.

“i love you.” it feels like an unboxing, and it's so freeing to say it properly for the first time. “so much you make me stupid.”

a scoff sounds from you and it has him grinning. “you? stupid for someone else? who would've guessed?”

it's a funny thought because nobody would’ve guessed, not even him. then again, he didn't expect to find himself cuddling late on the couch with all these warm feelings, wishing for you to tell him over and over just how he makes you feel.

“‘guess you just do things to me, huh?”

you laugh and you're warm against him, and katsuki finds that repetition holds beauty when it crosses with you.

just like everything else.

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[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

⌗︙・⚠︎ fuckbuddy blade becoming obsessed and possessive ⚠︎ ♡⸝⸝

The arrangement you have with Blade is simple. Meet up in secret when either of you is feeling horny, and when you're both satisfied, you can part ways until the next time. No strings attached whatsoever. It's the perfect little arrangement for someone like Blade, and you get to enjoy having the best sex you've had in a while.

But of course, someone like Blade isn't so simple.

Kisses aren't allowed, they never will be. But that doesn't stop Blade from tracing his lips against your skin at the end of another vigorous round with him, or when he hugs you against his chest, trapping you against the bed. No matter how many times you squirm away or reprimand him for getting too cozy with you, he doesn't listen. He never listens.

The hickies and bites that Blade leaves all over your body are a huge pain, especially when he leaves them in more noticeable spots. He's begun to bite so hard that he's drawn blood, teeth breaking past your skin and leaving you momentarily frozen at the pain. But Blade has found a way to twist that pain into pleasure, and it scares you. It scares you that your body has become so susceptible to change, so quick to morph itself into whatever Blade desires.

Every time you move, it causes you to wince from the stinging that pulses across your skin. Something gnaws at you from inside the pit of your stomach when you see the way Blade looks at you, covered in his marks. His gaze feels so wrong—you swear you can feel his stare even when you're not with him, creating a sinking feeling deep within your stomach— like there is just something... twisted just festering deep inside of him.

He's starting to make you second guess becoming fuckbuddies with him.

Blade grows bolder with each of your meetups, using his immense strength to pin you down so you can't run away. He grows more... unsettling. The things that he says as he's pounding into you unnerve you once the pleasure dissipates and clarity begins to sink back into your once-fucked out mind. How you're all his, how nobody else but him can ever satisfy and touch you like he can, how he'd gladly keep you all to himself if he could, how—

How he can longer live without you anymore, the thrill and addiction of watching you beneath too much to simply cut off.

"Bla—" The faint whine of his name is quickly swallowed up by calloused lips against yours. It takes you a few seconds to process what's happening, to fully realize that Blade is kissing you. But once it sinks in, your immediate reaction is to squirm, to try and pry yourself away from the man above you.

No matter how much you struggle against him, Blade doesn't budge, holding your bare body hostage beneath his as he continues to fuck you into the mattress. The unrelenting good is weakening you, destroying your resolve to push him off, to yell at him and ask him what the hell is wrong with him.

You're becoming too weak to fight him off, and the frenzied kiss is making it so hard to breathe. Your body has become so accustomed to Blade's touch, so used to welcoming him without so much as a second thought. He has twisted your body into something he can claim.

Tears well up... the tears spill over, and you simply close your eyes. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry, because you know that he loves watching you snivel and whine more than anything else. But a small, morbid part of you wants to open your eyes, to see the face of the man ravaging every single part of you with primal hunger, to—

No... maybe it's a blessing in disguise that your eyes are closed now. Because you won't have to see the sick darkness that swirls in Blade's red eyes, the utterly maddening glee as he forcibly kisses you. Because you won't have to see the way his entire body, in all of its brokenness, shudders as he finally has a taste of your lips. Because you won't have to see the way his chest heaves so deeply, his heart beating so rapidly that it may break past his ribcage, spilling forth all of his blackened love and twisted obsession. Because—

Because you won't have to hear his sick thoughts, the goal of finally claiming you surely come to its rotten fruition.

© latimeriafellfromheaven

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[florencewellch]

This album is a love letter to love itself- all the captivating, spellbinding, maddening devastating red, blue, gray, golden aspects of it (that's why there are so many songs). In honor of fever dreams, bad boys, confessions of love on a drunken night out, Christmas lights still hanging in January, guitar string scars on my hands, false gods and blind faith, memories of jumping into an icy outdoor pool, creaks in floorboards and ultraviolet morning light, finally finding a friend, and opening the curtains to see the clearest, brightest daylight after the darkest night. We are what we love. This is Lover

Lover (2019)

Happy birthday, @mynightsoutofsight !

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[destructive-path]

“you can move ellie, please?”

(+18) drabble free palestine

you’re writhing under her.

its been hours, well it had felt like hours to you at least. hours of teasing from your fairly new girlfriend. intimate situations such as these were rare betwixt the two of you. work, hobbies, family, friends, roomates often got in the way. but not today. today your schedule had permitted the two of you to be completely free of lifes obligations. today, you and ellie were home, alone. so she wanted for take her time.

“shit baby my heads spinning.”

her breath shakes at the sight of you. legs spread apart, head lying against the plush stack of pillows that sit near your headboard. your naked. on display. ellies fingers dance on your waistline as the tip of her purple cock presses deep inside you.

“please.”

you feel like crying, you cant even look ellie in the eyes as you seek out any friction with the rise of your hips. she stops you, her grip on your waist becomes firm.

“w-wait.”

she cant take her eyes off you. something about this moment, its maddening. ellie cant get a good grip on anything. not on you, not on her thoughts, if gravity werent a factor ellie would slip into space.

she wanted to take her time, she wanted to take her time……but it was too late. once she felt you entrap her with your legs, your pussy became her prison.

something about ellie, you had noticed early on. she was fond of rotation. of the eyes, the tongue, fingers. but now it was her hips moved in circles. tactically, carefully. she wanted to take her time.

“this what you needed?”

her tone is pathetic, shes failing at her stride to come across as composed. the question sports something akin to a whiny “mmh?” at the end, but you dont care. its feels too perfect. each gyration of her hips send shocks to your core. and your clit. you already feel so good but you have to alleviate the sensation. your hand unclenches itself around your grasp on the sheets. slowly you insert the three longest digits in your mouth, coating them in saliva, then bring down the fingers to press on top of your puffy clit to begin your own osculations on the sensitive skin. your pleasure doubles. and do does the movement of ellies hips.

“f-fuck, ellie. dont stop.”

back arching deliciously, ellie savors the sight of you.

“feelin-uh! -good?”

she’s fueled by your sounds unraveling more and more each time her name leaves your lips. you nod in response. your fingers never halting as she thrusts faster, deeper. the feeling is overwhelming. tears brimming threatening to spill from your eyes. your free hand covers them out of embarrassment, or maybe just out of pure disbelief. she feels so good. you feel so good. but then, you feel something foreign.

a warm, thick, wet substance. delicate droplets fall on your hand. at first, you think its something ellie was trying out on you. maybe lube, spit, or possibly candle wax? you dont question it at first, too immersed in your own pleasure. but then she stops. the hand that was once on your waist leaves it home there. and she curses.

“fuck.”

your hand drops and your eyes fly open.

“fuck, shit. shitshitshit.”

her hand cups her nose and her head is tilted back. she slowly pulls out of you and you moan at the newly empty feeling.

“elliee. why did you-”

then you see it. blood. red and messy it seeps through her fingers. her nose is bleeding.

“goddamnit.”

shes disappointed by yet another interruption during this moment. she reveals her bloody face to you. giving you a good look at the damage you had done to her. cute. you felt sick, maybe you were. you wanted to feel sorry for ellie, but the only thing your brain let you feel was pride. the way the blood decorated her face uncovered a new kink you didnt know you had.

ellie watches you heaving under her. she chuckles at the way you seem so enamored at the sight of her blood dripping, flowing, spilling, growing sloppier by the second. ellie can tell you are turned on by the mess.

“youre sick, you know that?”

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