#bas amnesia song

[m1ckeyb3rry]

── THE GLASS PRINCESS // TWELVE

Series Synopsis: You wake up in a strange room with no memories, broken glass at your bedside, and a prince named Zuko as your only chance at figuring out who you really are.

Chapter Synopsis: The Tales of Ba Sing Se: The Tale of Princess Y/N

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Zuko x Reader

Chapter Word Count: 5.1k

Content Warnings: complicated relationships (strangers to friends to lovers to enemies to strangers to lovers to enemies to lovers), amnesia, alternate universe, lots of secrets and lying and mystery

A/N: going to say it right here right now…this chapter is 75% crack and goofy nonsense shenanigans LMAOAO. mostly because zuko and y/n’s relationship is so i see the light from tangled across the stars from star wars etc etc but the main man of this chapter & y/n are just the subway surfers theme song personified

“I’m very confused,” you said, sitting on Quynh’s front paw and gazing up at her beseechingly. “I need your help, Quynh.”

“I was questioning why you stayed here with me instead of running off to that tea shop you love so much,” she said, inclining her nose towards you. “What is the matter?”

“It’s about the tea shop,” you said. “Or, specifically, a certain employee.”

“That boy you met? Lee?” she said. Her muzzle wrinkled, though it was with concern, not anger. “Has he done something wrong to you?”

“No, not at all,” you said. “Well. Maybe a little bit, but he’s not quite aware that he’s done anything. And then there’s the whole problem with the Blue Spirit…”

“Your mysterious savior? What is his relation to the situation?” she said. “Dearest Y/N, you must explain at once before I am irreversibly angered.”

“Lee makes me feel bizarre!” you said, throwing your hands in the air. Quynh blinked at you.

“Makes you feel bizarre?” she said.

“Yes,” you said. “Incredibly so.”

There was really no other adjective for what it was. It was unprecedented, the kind of emotion you had never felt before, not for anyone – bar the Blue Spirit, but it was different even then. Of the same foundation, but taking a different form.

“You’ll have to explain a little more,” she said.

“It’s like my stomach is in knots,” you said. “And as if my heart has turned to a bird and is fluttering its wings about! What is this power that he has, that he can send my body into fits? But, for all that, I still want to be around him. It matters not what we are doing; as long as he is there, I am happy. Yet how can I be happy? He is driving me to failure! Why, for all I know, he really might bring about my death!”

For a moment, Quynh was silent, and then her body began to rumble. You were vindicated for a bit, thinking that she was growling with protective instinct, but your temporary satisfaction immediately vanished when you realized she was laughing.

“For a girl who spends so much time reading about so many different topics, you know so little of the world,” she said. “Though then again, this is the kind of thing that you have to experience to understand.”

“What are you talking about?” you said.

“He doesn’t have any special powers, and you aren’t going to die,” she said. “If I had to hazard a guess, I’d say you like him.”

Your mind blanked. The thought of you liking Lee was utterly preposterous. Lee, the snarky tea server? Lee, the passionate super-fan of The Mask of the Blue Spirit? Lee, who’d just as soon say something rude as he would something kind? If Quynh was to be believed, then that Lee was someone you liked, but that just wasn’t right.

“No way!” you said. “I can’t have feelings for Lee.”

“Why not?” Quynh said.

“He’s Lee!” you said helplessly. “It’s just — it’s just not how things are supposed to go.”

“Then how are things supposed to go?” she said. “Why is there a certain way that it must all happen? Things are rarely if ever set in stone, even in a kingdom made up of Earthbenders.”

“The Blue Spirit,” you said. “It’s supposed to be him. He’s the one who’s saved me, the one who knows the truth of my bending and my identity. He’s the one I’m meant to like.”

“You told him you’re a bender?” Quynh said. “That’s a new development. I thought you didn’t want to tell anyone.”

“It’s that there was no one I could trust to tell,” you said. “Until him. If a man has saved your life twice, then you can expect that he will do so a third time as well, right? So I did not feel afraid in revealing that part of me to him. I’d reveal anything to him if he asked.”

“Then there is a conundrum,” Quynh said.

“Exactly. That’s why I can’t like Lee,” you said. “It’s the Blue Spirit. There is no doubt in my mind that he is the person you foresaw me finding.”

“Hm,” Quynh said. “Do you think so?”

“I don’t know,” you said. “Lee reminds me that I am more than just a princess. I can live a different kind of life when I am with him — a happier kind. But the fact is that I am a princess, and the Blue Spirit shows me what that genuinely means. The reality of the world beyond the palace walls…if it were not for him, I’d still be blind to it all.”

Quynh sighed. “It’s not like you know who the Blue Spirit is.”

“No matter who he is underneath the mask, he’ll always be the Blue Spirit. He’ll always be the person who saved me,” you said, and then you slapped your hand over your mouth. “Uh-oh.”

“Uh-oh?” Quynh parroted. “Why are you saying that?”

“I just — I just accidentally quoted Jin!” you said. Quynh, who, being a bear spirit, was not exactly well-read, huffed at you.

“Am I meant to know who Jin is?” she said.

“She’s a character in The Mask of the Blue Spirit,” you said.

“Okay,” she said.

“That line is a part of the ending I detest! Have I become such a shallow person that I bear a resemblance to her of all characters? What will Lee think? It’s our greatest point of contention, that we do not agree on the ending, but if I’ve gone and adopted her worldview, then that means I do subconsciously like it!” you wailed.

Once more, Quynh began to laugh, nudging you and knocking you over, though she caught you in her other paw before you could hit the ground. Putting you back in your comfortable spot nestled against her fur, she continued to chuckle as she spoke.

“Quoting a single line does not mean you agree with everything a character has done,” she said. “And what does it matter to you what Lee thinks?”

“It just does,” you said. “It really matters to me.”

“Princess, I think that your dilemma is not a dilemma at all,” she said.

“Huh? Yes, it is!” you said.

“It’s not,” she said. “If you search within yourself, you will know the truth. Even in just this conversation, even without seeking it out, I have found it. And no one can know your heart better than you, so there is no reason that you cannot do the same.”

“I’ve been searching! But no answer has made itself apparent,” you said.

“Keep looking,” she said. “One day, it will. Until then, you needn’t decide anything. No one is forcing your hand.”

That was true. It wasn’t as if you were being threatened into a decision, into an acknowledgment. If your feelings really were the kind that Quynh was suggesting, then things would be spoiled, so you vowed to push them aside for now and focus on other, more pressing matters.

“That’s not the only subject that I have been mulling over recently. Quynh, do you think I would have made a better queen than Kuei is king?” you said. Her ears pricked, and her voice took on an alarmed cast when she responded.

“I know you don’t mean to be seditious, but the implication is there,” she said.

“Maybe it is seditious, but I still want your answer. The Earth Kingdom was built on your back; you’ve witnessed every monarch’s reign, every king’s rise and fall, every war and each bloody moment in the land’s history. No one would know better than you if I made the right decision all of those years ago,” you said.

“It’s not so simple,” she said. “Every king has inherited a different world than their predecessors. Some anre easier times than others, but all have their variances. Kuei is not a bad king, believe it or not. He is an uneducated one, an ignorant one, perhaps even an inept one, but he is not a bad one. He was one born to rule over a world at peace, one born to mature slowly and reign in old age, and he was given none of those considerations.”

“What about me?” you said.

“You are a princess who wants to love her people very much,” she said. “There’s always a place for that kind of royalty. However, there’s no saying what kind of ruler you would’ve been; the likelihood is that you would’ve been the same as your brother. Children are not meant to rule, dear girl. Remember it well; a boy should not be king any more than a crook should.”

You swallowed. “If only our father were still here. Things would be better.”

The father who you had never met, yet whose absence you mourned daily anew. If he were still alive, then would Ba Sing Se be as troubled as it had become under your brother’s command? You tried to imagine what kind of a man he would be. The 51st Earth King…you had read the stories and the songs until you had memorized them, but they were flimsy replacements for knowing him, for loving him.

You envied Kuei in that sense. He had met your parents. He had loved your parents and been loved by them in return. Neither of them had even known you long enough to love you. Were it not for Quynh and Kuei, you wouldn’t have been loved by anyone at all.

“They would be,” Quynh said. “But your father is gone, Y/N, and you cannot change the past. For better or for worse, your brother is the king.”

“Ba Sing Se is falling apart,” you said. “The great capital that you and Shan built is crumbling under Kuei’s control. The worst part is that he does not even know it, and he would not believe me if I told him! Isn’t it a sad twist? That I am the one with the knowledge but not the power, and he is the one who knows nothing yet has everything!”

“You are still a princess,” Quynh said. “Not a king nor a queen, but you are still the second-most powerful person in this kingdom. You are not as helpless as you are determined to believe yourself.”

“What can I do?” you said.

She angled her paw so that you slid off of it and onto your feet, and then she curled back up in her usual position. A door opened, one that must’ve led to Ba Sing Se, and she let out a gravelly exhale.

“If there is a problem, then you must understand it,” she said. “Only then can you begin to fix it. Do you understand what is happening in the city at present? In your own palace?”

“Not really,” you said. “Do you?”

“I do, but I also do not,” she said. “It’s an internal knowledge that I cannot explain to anyone else, but I am aware of it. Like an itch on my back which I cannot reach.”

“Spirit nonsense,” you said. “No matter. You’re right; even if Lee cannot tell me, there must be some way I can suss things out.”

“It’s a large city,” Quynh agreed. “There will be someone willing to help you. You only need to find them. As you found the Blue Spirit. As you found Lee.”

“Do you think I can?” you said.

“I think you can do a lot more than you are aware of,” she said. “You remind me of someone else. Someone I knew a very long time ago.”

“One of my ancestors?” you said.

“My own brother,” she said. “It has been ages upon ages since I saw him last. I thought that I could not quite recall his face anymore, but then I saw yours, and I knew that it had to be the same. I knew that he had come to be at my side again, however briefly.”

Her brother — Shan. The founder of the Earth Kingdom, who had against all odds taken a continent at war and turned it into a single nation that was united and powerful beyond even the wildest dreams of his contemporaries. What kind of equivalency was that? Who would think to compare you with the legendary first king?

You thought that Quynh’s passageway would lead you to the tea shop, as it usually did, but instead it spit you out in front of a building far too elegant to be in the Lower Ring. That meant you must’ve been in the Upper Ring, where the wealthier residents of Ba Sing Se stayed.

“Why am I here?” you muttered. Reading the sign hung above the door, you saw that the building was a girls’ poetry house. When you strained your ears, you heard the dulcet tones of recited haikus being whispered back and forth, though an unexpected addition made you pause. “That’s an awfully masculine sounding girl…”

All of a sudden, the door slammed open, and a man in a security uniform tossed out a boy clad in blue. Your eyes widened as he came flying at you, knocking you to the floor beneath him with the force of the guard’s throw.

“Aw, man,” the boy groaned. “I was just trying to show my appreciation for poetry — woah! When did you get here?”

His eyes were a bright, clear blue, though it was not the dark shade of the Blue Spirit’s mask, but rather a luminous, glittering color that pierced straight through you. For a moment, you thought that he must’ve known your every secret and intimacy — such was the depth of his gaze. But it only lasted for a moment, after which you remembered that there was no way he could’ve come to know it all just by looking at you.

“I was just passing by, and then that boorish security threw you at me!” you said. The boy leapt to his feet and offered you his hand, pulling you up when you took it and giving you a wide grin in return.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he said, shaking the hand he had already captured in his own vigorously. “I’m Sokka!”

“Y/N,” you said. He narrowed his eyes at you, leaning closer and scrutinizing you, an ordeal for which you stayed entirely still. Only when he was finally satisfied did he straighten, though he was still frowning slightly.

“That name is mighty familiar,” he said. “Have we met or something? I feel like I know you.”

“I…used to be in the circus?” you said, silently apologizing to Lee and Mushi for stealing their personal backgrounds for your cover story. “A very well-regarded one. I was, um, famous. For my acrobatics. That’s probably where you recognize me from.”

You hoped Mushi wouldn’t be upset that you had just appropriated his identity. It was the only one you could think of without the time to prepare in advance, and even then only because it was on your mind due to how absurd you had found it when Lee had mentioned it.

“We haven’t visited any circuses on our trip,” Sokka said. “So that can’t be it.”

“I’m a household name!” you said. “The main attractions tend to be, you know. Everyone across the Earth Kingdom knows who I am.”

This was actually not a lie. It would be difficult to find a single family who had not at least heard of you, but it wasn’t because of your nonexistent acrobatic prowess. Either way, it must have been convincing enough, as Sokka just shrugged it off.

“If you say so,” he said. “Can you do a cartwheel?”

“Not in a dress, I can’t,” you said. “Don’t be foolish. How would I possibly maneuver my limbs in that way with all of this fabric obstructing me?”

“Aw, I was really hoping you could show me how it’s done! I’ve always wanted to learn how to cartwheel,” Sokka said as the two of you began to walk away from the poetry house. He swung his arms by his sides as he walked, with a lackadaisical looseness you had never observed so closely before. Even Lee, Mushi, and the Blue Spirit had neat, contained manners to their gaits, each movement done with purpose, but Sokka was haphazard and almost unwieldy in his grace.

“If I were wearing pants, I might be able to demonstrate, but as it is, you’ll have to find another teacher,” you said.

“Wait! I have the best idea ever!” Sokka said. “You’re going to love this.”

You weren’t sure what you were expecting when he said that, but whatever it had been, it was not this. It did not come as a surprise that you did not love it; in fact, you were more befuddled than anything.

Sokka’s clothes did not by any means fit you properly, and the same could be said for your dress on his frame. He did not seem to mind, though, giving you a double-thumbs-up when he emerged from behind the wall where he had changed.

“You look great!” he said.

“I don’t know that I can say the same about you, but in the interest of being polite, I should like to tell you that you appear radiant at the moment,” you said.

“Why’re you speaking like you’re about to give a speech or something? Seriously, you Upper Ring folk are so weird,” he said.

“Aren’t you also one of the Upper Ring folk?” you said. “Considering I’ve met you here, you must be.”

“Nah, I’m just a visitor,” he said.

“But a very important one. Not everyone is lodged in the Upper Ring,” you said. Sokka blushed and waved you off.

“I know a guy or two,” he said. “No biggie, just another day in the life. But enough talking! Let’s get to cartwheeling. This is a moment I’ve dreamed of for a long time!”

“I hope you’ve been dreaming of being disappointed for equally as long,” you said.

“What’d you say?” he said.

“Nothing,” you said.

“Then what are we waiting for?” he said. “Show me how it’s done!”

There was a problem: you had no idea how to do a cartwheel. If only it were Mushi in your place! According to Lee, he was supremely flexible, and he had his circus training. As well, his patient and kind demeanor meant that he would be uniquely suited to being Sokka’s cartwheeling mentor. At any rate, he’d be better than you at the job, though that wasn’t really a high bar.

“Here goes nothing,” you said, taking a deep breath and raising your arms over your head. Trying to emulate what you had heard about the movement, you took a step forward and tried to push off with your back leg.

Somehow, it happened that your slipper came flying off, smacking Sokka in the face as you lost your balance and landed in a heap on the cobblestones of the street. Sokka shrieked as he, too, was knocked over, though through the dim awareness you had of the situation, you could not quite discern how a mere shoe had been enough to warrant that much of a reaction.

“I think you’re bad luck,” he said, rubbing his head. “No wonder you left the circus. I can’t believe they kept you around for as long as they did!”

“I’m out of practice,” you said, accepting the shoe he passed you and putting it back on. “Could I have my clothes back, perhaps? Or have you taken a liking to them? Because I do not think you wear green as well as I do.”

“Hey!”

Once you and he were back in your regular clothes, you readied yourself to wish Sokka farewell. You weren’t really sure what he was doing or why he was in the Upper Ring, but you thought it was safe to say that he was not the person Quynh was talking about, the one who would be willing to help you in solving the problems of your kingdom.

“I still can’t shake the feeling that you remind me of someone,” Sokka said.

“Do you have any siblings?” you said.

“A younger sister,” he said.

“It’s probably her. I’m a younger sister, too,” you said. “If you’re not an avid circus-goer, then that’s the only other option I can come up with.”

“That’s another thing! I’ve never heard of circus performers speaking so fancily,” he said.

“You said it yourself that you haven’t visited any circuses on your trip, so how would you know?” you said. “It’s a shame that you have these stereotypes in your head. You should do some introspection about where they originate from.”

“What — no, I’m not — that’s not what I meant! There’s just something about you that I’m this close to figuring out!” he said, holding up his thumb and pointer finger, pressing them together for effect.

“You’re not getting paid for it, so why waste the effort?” you said.

“I’m just a curious — duck!” he said.

“Duck? Do you mean a turtleduck? That’s an interesting way to describe yourself — oh!” you said as he pulled you to the ground and out of the way of an incoming boulder.

“Whose bad side did you get on, huh?” Sokka said, motioning for you to run along with him. It was nothing like when you and the Blue Spirit had fled from the assassin’s previous attack; you didn’t have that implicit trust in Sokka to protect you, and for his part, Sokka was just as panicked as you were, so all told it was a much less graceful exit as you charged through the streets of the Upper Ring.

“A bunch of assassins!” you said. “They’ve been chasing me on and off for weeks now.”

“Assassins?” Sokka wheezed out as you increased your pace. “Just what kind of acrobat were you?”

“One that made a lot of enemies — look out!” you said, jumping into the air to avoid the stone gloves that reached for your ankles. Missing their target, they slammed into the wall and burst into smithereens.

“We’re almost at our guest house!” Sokka said. “The others should be able to help us if we haven’t lost these freaks by then. We just have to reach there before getting, y’know, crushed!”

“That’d be ideal!” you said, covering your head with your hands as you rounded a corner. Sokka kicked the door to a luxurious villa down, shoving you in and then slamming it shut behind him, pressing his back to it as the three occupants of the home gave you both alarmed looks.

“Assassins — rocks — cartwheel instructor!” Sokka said, heaving for breath and pointing at you. You waved at the trio, who must’ve been the friends that Sokka was visiting Ba Sing Se with.

One was a beautiful girl who bore an uncanny resemblance to Sokka — indubitably, this was his sister, though unlike Sokka, her eyes swirled with something lively and unsettled, as if they were twin seas set in her sweet face. Beside her was another girl, this one with fine features like a lady but a rough aura like a wrestler, and on her right was a boy with the blue arrows of an Airbending master running along his body.

“You’re going to have to repeat that,” Sokka’s sister said. “What’s going on? Who is this?”

“My cartwheeling instructor,” Sokka said.

“In a manner of speaking,” you said. “I didn’t really teach him much.”

“You know how to cartwheel? I love cartwheeling!” the Airbender said.

“Why didn’t Sokka ask you to teach him, then?” you said. The boy shrugged.

“Dunno,” he said.

“We were in the middle of a lesson—” Sokka began.

“As I recall, we were about to part ways,” you interrupted. Sokka shushed you impatiently.

“Like I was saying, we were in the middle of a lesson when, out of nowhere, pow! There was a boulder flying at our heads, and then boom! We almost died from it!” he said. You decided to just be quiet and let him tell the story; he had a flair for dramatics that you could not hope to match.

“What? Why?” his sister said.

“No idea! She said that she’s been being chased by those assassins for a while now!” Sokka said.

“Did you bring a criminal into our house?” his sister said, arching a brow at you. “Are you a criminal?”

“Not as far as I know,” you said. “I suppose I’m not really meant to be out here, but it’s not against any significant law for me to be. It’s just a family rule I’ve broken.”

“You said that they’re assassins?” the younger of the two girls said. “There’s no way. I didn’t sense anyone coming near us except for you two and some of the Dai Li agents.”

“They must be super sneaky!” Sokka said. “Right, Y/N?”

“Hm, it might be,” you said, lost in thought at this suggestion. Though you had no idea what she meant when she said she had sensed the Dai Li’s presence, you also had no reason to think that the girl was lying. There were two things that that could mean if what she said was correct, and neither of them were options you wanted to be true.

“Sokka,” his sister said. It was then that you realized that she, the Airbender, and the other girl were staring at you. “What did you just call your new friend?”

“You’re right! I can’t believe I forgot to do introductions! Y/N, this is Aang, Toph, and my sister Katara. Everyone, this is Y/N,” Sokka said, pointing at everyone as he said their names.

“Hello,” you said. “It’s lovely to meet you all.”

“Sokka!” Katara said. “You dumb, idiotic genius! We’ve been trying to talk to the king for ages, and you just happened to meet his sister while out and about!”

“That’s where I knew your name from!” Sokka said. “Princess Y/N, duh. Wait! You’re Princess Y/N!”

“Um,” you said, swearing internally at the fact that you had not thought to come up with a new name to go along with your alter ego as an acrobat. “No, I’m not.”

“She’s lying,” Toph said. “I have seismic sense, so you can forget about trying to make things up, princess. I’ll be able to tell in an instant.”

“You don’t know how good it is to meet you!” Aang said. “We’ve been trying to talk to your brother for a while now, but it’s not been going well.”

“Why would you want to talk to Kuei?” you said before you could stop yourself, rolling your eyes at the mere thought of anyone actually desiring to speak with him. “He’s not the most stimulating conversationalist.”

“You’re Princess Y/N!” Sokka said again. “You’re the princess of the Earth Kingdom, and I made you wear my clothes and do cartwheels!”

“When you put it like that, it does sound like a grave offense,” you said. “Shall I have you executed for it?”

“No!” he said, falling to his knees and bowing. “Oh esteemed, valued, generous, kind, benevolent princess, please spare my life! Please please please please please please—”

“I was only joking,” you informed him.

“We have to speak to the Earth King,” Aang said. “Do you think you could get us an audience? It’s urgent. If it helps, tell him the Avatar is the one making the request.”

“You’re the Avatar?” you said. Aang nodded at you, his expression grave and at odds with his youthful countenance. “For some reason, I thought you’d be older.”

“He’s technically 112 years old,” Sokka piped up from where he was now supine on the floor by your feet. “So there’s that.”

“I see,” you said. “You look good for your age, then. My apologies for making assumptions.”

“It’s complicated,” Aang said. “Do you think you can help us, though?”

“We’re kind of at our wits’ ends,” Katara added.

“Those Earth Palace dolts are the next level of stupid,” Toph said. “It’s all a bunch of bureaucracy and rules. Blech.”

“I can’t guarantee it,” you said. “I’m sorry. I’m not even allowed to be here right now. You see, I’m forbidden to leave my chambers. It’s only through the power of a spirit named Quynh that I may enter and exit without detection — though, I’m beginning to doubt how true that part is, but that’s an issue for me to work through on my own time. I’ll do my best to help you all while I’m at it, but for the most part, my hands are tied.”

“Okay,” Katara said when it became obvious that the others were too disappointed to come up with a response. “There’s nothing more we can ask of you. Just — it’s really urgent. You have to mean it when you say you’ll do your best.”

“I do mean it,” you said. “But in case, is there any other message you’d like me to pass along?”

“There is a war,” Aang said. “He has to ignore everything that he’s been told and realize that. There’s a war going on, and without his support, we’re going to lose it.”

A war. Of course. It made so much sense. The refugees. The injuries. The state of Ba Sing Se. It all pointed towards a distant yet rapidly encroaching conflict. That was the problem. That was what you needed to understand, or at least begin with understanding — there were other things that the Avatar and his friends had accidentally or purposefully revealed, smaller details that you would pick at and dissect until their natural conclusions, but this was the main point.

Not yet, though. These were things best done in the harsh, inescapable brightness of day, and tonight’s twilight was already waning. Soon, it would be time for the daily lighting of the Firelight Fountain’s lanterns, and there was something else you wanted to do before that.

Blending into crowds when you could, creeping past checkpoints and keeping your head lowered to avoid detection, you snuck into the Lower Ring, making your way towards a certain place, Quynh’s words coming to mind all of a sudden.

He would be starting his evening shift soon. You could picture him putting his apron on, rolling up his sleeves and complaining to his uncle about how much he hated his job and how they deserved to be somewhere else — the circus, perhaps? You weren’t sure, for he never really elaborated, but that was because the alternative location was not as important as the dissatisfaction he felt.

Despite your best efforts to quash it for fear of looking like a fool — what normal person was so excited by the prospect of apologizing to the dourest boy born to humanity? — a smile formed on your face as you began to walk faster, towards the tea shop where you knew Lee would be waiting.

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2023 Naughty list

There have been a lot of lists and I have a real problem narrowing down my faves, so I'll start with a less than positive list because honestly it's just easier for me to bitch about things. I need to get this one out of my system to get to the good stuff.

Characters that had me seriously consider my stance on violence

This guy (they don't deserve names) - Love Tractor

HOW DARE HE??? I seriously wanted to reach through the screen and hit with something heavy. He made my baby Ye Chan cry and for that alone I will not never forgive nor forget.

This guy - Happy Merry Ending

I see him on a street, I'm running him over with my car. Period.

This pretty guy - Never let me go

I think the fact that several of us wanted Chopper to shoot him kinda says it all.

This guy - Unintentional Love Story

Won Young is a better person than me. His speech was awesome but for what he did to TaeJoon he deserved more.

That guy ( no pic necessary) - Bed Friend

Running him over. Twice. Maybe 3 times.

This guy - Sing My Crush

He made Ba Ram cry and stole his song. I wanna get that stupid smile of his face. Perhaps with a bat. This guy - I Feel You Linger In The Air

Prison is too good for him.

Ok. There are more but I'll finish here. I'm sure I forgot a bunch and I'm sure someone will gladly remind me.

Shows that had me pulling my hair, screaming at the screen or were a challenge to my completionist nature

The Promise

Anyone who saw this show knows why it's here, and whoever didn't, well I envy you. I wanted to slap Phupa on a weekly basis and was screaming "Nan, why do you like this guy??!! at regular intervals.

I think the only good thing that I can say about this show (other than Party) is that I think it was the first interaction I had on BL tumblr and it was with @respectthepetty that like me was suffering through it weekly.

Absolute Zero

What is there more to say that I haven't said? As @twig-tea and anyone who read my recaps knows, I started really liking this show, and my discussions with Twig about the time traveling aspect in the beginning were great. But halfway through, the show trough any logic out of the window and I began eye rolling and screaming at the screen at an increasing rate.

Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2

These two were my lifeline. I apologize to the fans but I was already getting tired of Minato when they threw the amnesia plot in there so I was pulling my hair in the final episodes when Asuka and Shu weren't on screen.

Shadow Part II

THIS COULD'VE BEEN SO GOOD!

Other Mentions: What did I just watch? Why am I watching this? Why did I not drop this? Love Syndrome III , Tin Tem Jai, Past-Senger (that ending...); House of Stars (Thailand) and You Are Mine (Taiwan)

Now I can get to my other lists. I won't tag anyone but please tag me if anybody makes a naughty list.

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[ao3feed-brucewayne]

A Whole New World

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by tiredwhimsy

A fugitive prince. An alien with amnesia. The threat of war looming in the background while two childhood friends refuse to admit their feelings for each other.

When Damian is left with his father, he never expected to find something more rewarding, and sweeter, than the taste of victory. When Jon crash lands on Earth with no memories, he didn't know the memories he wants most are those he can create with his true love.

Or: An AU where the Bat family is royalty and the Kents went to space to rebuild Krypton. Damian and Jon basically torture themselves by hiding their feelings. Pining ensues.

--- The title is a song number from Aladdin. Specifically the carpet ride. Because, well, you'll see eventually.

Words: 4902, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Super Sons (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, DCU, DCU (Comics)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Talia al Ghul, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Kathy Branden (Mentioned)

Relationships: Jonathan Samuel Kent/Damian Wayne, Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Royalty, Prince!Damian, Jon Kent is not from Earth, Childhood Friends, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Amnesia, Flashbacks, Aged-Up Character(s), Jon and Damian are closer in age, and they were ROOMMATES, they keep their powers, No superhero business, Some Vigilantism, There is no DC canon in Ba Sing Se, vague older time period with some contemporary elements, My First Work in This Fandom, But not new to this fandom, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Work In Progress, Gentle feedback welcome, Tags May Change

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[theafrodisiacherself]

Bas - Amnesia (ft KIDDOMINANT& Ari Lennox)

“Do you remember?

Back in December...

When you were my lover?”

My love for being Black and African has literally been put in video form. This video is oh so special <3

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[purple-phantoms]

Hi lovely!

Can you please do a Nick imagine where the reader is a really shy piano player with anxiety? Like maybe she has to perform in front of the class and after she’s done she runs out crying?

Thanks bb!

The Pianist

Nick x Female!Reader

Thank you so much for requesting this! I totally love this idea and I think it’s so cute. I’ve experienced that kind of anxiety before when singing in front of people I’ve just met and it just sucks. I tried including a bit of that in this, so I hope it worked out well! Again, I’m writing this on the mobile version of tumblr so this will not be properly edited for a little bit. Enjoy!

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Being in the music program was hard. You’d think that all you have to do is to just create music. That part is just fine for her. But then you have to perform it in front of your class or sometimes in front of an audience. Performing in front of one or two people that I know isn’t bad, but when when it’s a big group of people, it just gets bad.

She was an outcast in school and didn’t mind. She had a few friends here and there, but nothing to big. Never anything to draw attention to herself. She never had the courage to talk to people like Julie Molina or Carrie Wilson. They were always the ones to volunteer to go first on days where they had to present their work to the class. Julie was always nice to her. She sometimes tried to bring y/n out of her shell. She’d invite her to eat lunch with her and her best friend, Flynn, sometimes but she always declined the offer. Carrie was like Chris Hargensen (from the movie Carrie)... except she wasn’t that aggressive. Carrie loved making fun of her in class by saying things like, “are you going to talk today, y/n?” she just wished you were more sociable like Julie. In theory, it would be so amazing to be a part of Dirty Candy. Even if you hated Carrie, there was no denying that their music slaps. But she would never be able to perform with all those people staring at her, so instead she just opted for teaching herself their choreography in the safe space of her bedroom. That way she wouldn’t have to experience the stares of her peers.

Today was Wednesday, a.k.a., the day her parents were always a little bit late for picking her up. she preferred staying away from the crowds of students who were also waiting on their parents. Dirty Candy always practiced right after school on Wednesday’s in the dance studio. Their practices were closed to everyone but Nick, the guy Carrie said was off-limits to anyone but her. They weren’t dating, but everyone expected them to be like if Sharpay and Troy dated. Nick was the cool guy who everybody liked. He was the star of the lacrosse team and an amazing guitarist. Carrie, on the other hand, was the girl most people feared. You’d never see her wearing an outfit in a dark color or without her backup dancers. Anyway, back to business. The door to the dance studio was always locked, but there was a tiny glass frame in it where you could easily use your phone to record their routine. They were dancing to their new song, Wow. It was her favorite so far. Well, she says that about all their songs.

They finished and paused for a couple seconds to catch their breath. She ended the video and started walking away, only to bump into another person, making her drop her phone. She leaned down right away to avoid any sort of eye contact or conversation with that person, but they just had to speak, “sorry, y/n.” It was Nick.

She looked up at him in shock. “You-you know my name?” Barely anybody acknowledged her existence in the school.

“Of course I know you,” he chuckled. “You’re the girl in class with the killer vocal chords.” His smile was contagious. Wow, she now understood what Carrie saw in him.

“Um, thanks, Nick,” she muttered. Then her phone went off, her mom was finally in the parking lot. “I gotta go-“

“Hey, what song are you doing tomorrow?” Nick asked. Did he not hear her say that she had to go?

“Uh probably just something by Adele,” you smiled. “Sorry, my mom’s here to pick me up.” This was probably the fastest she’s ever speed-walked away from someone before. Talking to people is weird. If it had been any other guy, she wouldn’t have had to get into a conversation. Nick is great and sweet and cute and all of this is besides the point. Nick is a nice guy but she just wanted to pick up her phone and leave.

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When watching someone play the piano and sing at the same time, it looks so effortless. Nobody takes into account what they’re really doing. Nobody considers how long they must have trained to learn all the right chords and memorize the ones that go with their song. Nobody considers how long it must have taken them to perfect their song, whether it be alone or with the help of anothe person. Nobody considers what goes on inside the person’s head. Nobody considers what they think of themselves as they play. Nobody notices that maybe that person wants to be invisible.

The next day was the day of class performances. Per usual, the teacher allowed volunteers to go first. Julie sang first, then Carrie, then Flynn and so on and so forth. It got to the point where everybody who wanted to perform had already performed, so her teacher started getting frustrated. “Guys, it’s just two minutes of spotlight.” Silence. “Y/n, how about yo give it a go?”

Her head shot up so quickly at that and just froze. The teacher knew about her situation and has let her perform just for her during lunch. It just made things easier. “Ms. Jacobs, can I just perform during lunch,” she asked timidly. Everybody was staring at her, expecting her to go so that the teacher wouldn’t call on someone else.

But Ms. Jacobs shook her head. “Sorry, y/n. You’ve got to get over that stagefright somehow.” But did it have to be now!? There was no way she could argue with her without causing a scene. Come on, y/n, don’t cry.

Within what felt like a lifetime, she stood up from the chair and lifted her feet, one by one, to walk over to the shiny black piano. It was brand-new, just bought buy the school that summer. It was sleek and clean, practically begging to be used to make music. The walk to the piano’s bench felt exhausting and slow. It was silent, you could easily hear a needle hit the ground as her classmates waited on her to play. But oh god, what note does she even start with? What’s the first line of the song?

“Ms. L/n,” her teacher called. “Any day now.” Y/n looked up-nope, big mistake. Why is everyone watching her so intently? Ba. Did she just press a note? She looked at Ms. Jacobs, who gave an encouraging smile in return. Okay, y/n. Just pretend nobody’s watching you. Pretend you’re just singing in your room.

Her fingers started playing as if it was the only thing they knew to do. They couldn’t stop. She couldn’t stop thinking.. Just get it done, y/n.

When will I see you again?

You left with no goodbye, not a single word was said.

No final kiss to seal anything.

I had no idea of the state we were in.

I know I have a fickle heart and a bitterness

And a wandering eye and heaviness in my head,

But don’t you remember?

Don’t you remember the reason you left me before?

Baby, please remember me once more.

Y/n closed her eyes and sighed as she finished. That wasn’t that bad.. Then the applause came and her perfect setting of playing the piano at home where nobody could hear her was gone and was filled with people. People who knew her were staring at her and applauding her. Performing in front of a random audience is one thing, because you have no idea who’s in the audience. You’ll never know (until afterwards at least) if your best friend happened to be in the crowd, or if one of the Kardashians were there. Plus, you’ll never have to worry about someone saying things about you when you’re right next to them because they don’t know you and you don’t know them. When you’re performing in front of your class, there are no rules. Anybody can think anything they want about your performance and nitpick it in their heads or out loud and that’s just how they’ll look at you. She was brought out of her thoughts by Ms. Jacobs talking to the class again, “see folks, this is what I’m talking about!” She looked like she had just met the queen of England. There’s no way she’s smiling like that after her performance. Was she really that good? This is too much.

Y/n managed to slip away from the classroom unnoticed as Ms. Jacobs kept talking. She couldn’t breathe. Oh god, why couldn’t Ms. Jacobs just let me perform at lunch? That was so bad. Does google offer tips to give yourself amnesia? Because she just wanted to forget about all of that mess- “Y/n?” Oh no, it’s Nick again. “What are you doing out here,” he asked.

“I just needed to catch my breath,” she muttered. Why is a cute guy paying attention to me like this?

“Wait, why are you crying, you were amazing,” he said. What? She wasn’t even crying. Oh, there we go... Why am I crying!?!

“I don’t know,” I sobbed. “I hate it when people are watching me.” She didn’t understand why the majority of her classmates could perform efortlessly and not even consider that they did badly later on. Why couldn’t she feel that way?

Nick put a soft hand on her shoulder. “But if nobody watched you, nobody would know how great you are,” he proclaimed. Woah, headrush. He thinks I’m great now? She nodded and smiled. Maybe he was right. “What if we work together next time,” He offered.

“But we don’t even know if the next project will be a group one,” she chuckled. People never wanted to work with her. They always thought that she’d never do the work because she couldn’t even bother to speak, or she’d just take over the entire project.

“Let me at least get your number,” he replied. He seemed genuine, there was going to be no foulplay in this, so she agreed to that and to him walking her home from school. And on the next project, they got to work together and y/n got through it wih his help. They did it together.

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[deathonyourtongue]

I Love You, I Missed You, I’m Sorry

Summary: Winter’s glacial tendrils begin to wrap the city, spiraling until London as a whole is shuddering. Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader Word Count: 3.3K Warnings: HEAVY angst. A/N: You know the drill. Sorry in advance. Bring the tissues. Also, I apologize for all the dividers, but running two scenes simultaneously while writing in a 2nd person point of view is hard. The song for this one is: Fall - Editors

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Winter’s glacial tendrils begin to wrap the city, spiraling until London as a whole is shuddering, every citizen running for warmth as soon as they step out the door. Unseasonably frigid and snowy, London crawls to a near-standstill as Christmas quickly approaches. 

Although shrinking in number as they have been each year, the party invitations begin appearing in mid-November, each one gaudier than the one before it. Why people still invite him to events is beyond him, but Henry politely declines each one, keeping only the one his mother sends in her elegant script. While he knows it will be nearly impossible to attend, Henry makes a note on the calendar to speak to Kathy about potentially playing babysitter for a few hours while he makes an appearance and leaves as quickly as he’d come. 

Life is now a shuffle. One step of progress invariably means two steps in regression, and each day, the stress takes a greater and greater toll on the man who holds his world on his shoulders.

Those who knew him from before only recognize him because his body has somewhat returned to normal. Having come dangerously close to passing out one morning, Henry began slotting in time to lift weights. His body returns with ease, albeit in a slimmer form, and while he feels the shift in his health for the better, the tremors worsen week over week. It’s now second-nature for Henry to hide his affliction from everyone including Kathy, who still comes by to take her readings and check on any progress made. There are many vices open to him, but the only one he maintains is strength training, finding it practical not only for your care, but for being able to power through another day without you. It brings cold satisfaction, but no comfort whatsoever.

Each day, there’s a glimmer of hope, but only a sliver and while Henry always starts the day with good intentions, by evening, he’s wrecked again, curling in on himself and wondering what he’s done wrong to once more have snuffed out hope’s progression into real recovery. You’re most ‘active’ in the morning, squeezing a hand here, making a noise that more closely resembles speech there, but by lunch you’re locked in once more, shut away from the world and all the pain it’s caused. Never once does Henry get the joy of seeing your eyes open, the pain of the last time he saw your gaze still a fresh, open wound. 

Two weeks before Christmas, life becomes a rollercoaster neither you nor Henry are prepared for. 

“Good morning, love,” Henry murmurs, kissing your cheek tenderly, his hand smoothing back your hair as he always does. Eyes half-closed, he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his arms holding you just a bit tighter for a moment. Henry’s used to seeing your eyes closed now, and though he’d give anything to see your gaze once more, he never gets his hopes up, knowing it’s far too big an ask. This particular morning however, he startles badly when he finds, after nearly three years, your eyes open and gazing up at him in horrified confusion. 

The hours that follow nearly break him. 

“I’m sorry, son. It’s rare, but it does happen to patients who are severely emotionally traumatized. It’s called psychogenic, or dissociative amnesia. The positive is that it’s hardly ever permanent. She will remember you, it will just take time.” Kathy’s words hardly register, Henry rocking back and forth as tears stream silently down his cheeks. Forgetting to hide his tremors, he watches the cigarette he begged Kathy for, burn up in his left hand, the world far too loud and far too cold to make any sense. 

“Y-you didn’t t-tell her about t-the ba-baby, right?” He whimpers, eyes squeezing shut tightly as Kathy hugs him, Henry’s mouth frozen open in a scream that will never find the breath in his lungs. 

“No, love, I didn’t. I told her your name, reassured her you were a safe person for her, and that she’s in her own house, that’s all.” Kathy speaks softly, cradling him as she would her own son, the nurse’s eyes filled with tears of heartache for the man she’s come to know so well. 

“T-thank you.” Ever gracious, Henry allows himself to grieve just a little longer than usual, the pain in his chest reverberating throughout his body and making any type of movement difficult. Though you’ve returned in the physical, you’re still lost to him, and Henry knows that what comes next will hurt worse than the years he’s spent looking after your once-lifeless body. 

In the days that follow, life as your husband ceases to exist for Henry. He uses your naps to hide all the mementos of your life as a couple, before you’re able to get out of bed and notice them yourself. Everything is stored away in a trunk, placed in what would have been the baby’s room. Conversations are kept to light subjects such as the weather, the upcoming holidays, or what’s on TV. He does his best to always smile and appear passively happy around you, knowing it will speed your recovery. Every doctor’s appointment is kept, and he works with you on physio as though he’s your own personal trainer. He cries in the shower thinking he can’t be heard, and starts sleeping on the couch to give you space and privacy. Each day that passes, his heart breaks more, the pain sharpening like a knife on a whetstone, tearing Henry to ribbons inside. 

By week’s end, all the hard work Henry’s put in over the years starts paying off, and with all the tubing removed from your stomach thanks to a minor surgery, you’re well enough to walk to the bathroom with his help and take care of things yourself. He still helps you with showering, but keeps his back to you while you indulge in what feels like your first time under the spray. You don’t notice the slump in his shoulders, the subtle shaking of his whole frame, or how hard he has to grip the counter to keep himself upright.  By the time he turns back around to lift you off your feet and help you over the lip of the tub, he’s all smiles again, composure in place.

As you become more independently mobile, Henry’s old tricks of hiding away his emotions become harder to pull off. You catch him several times just laying on the couch, a cushion crushed against his chest as he fights to breathe properly, his face soaked with tears. Every few moments, he wipes them away in a haste, terrified that you’ll see what’s going on behind the mask. More than torment, you notice that he seems to be in actual pain, Henry’s hand always clutching at his chest, as though something beneath the skin is constricting. It worries you to the point where you bring it up to Kathy the next time she stops in. 

“I just can’t shake the feeling that he’s actually in pain, Kathy. I...I don’t know what to do to help him. He always puts on a brave front for me, but every time he thinks I’m not watching, he’s in tears. I just...I wish I knew what was wrong,” you lament, your own eyes a little blurry, having never been one to enjoy watching others suffer, even if they’re relative strangers. 

Kathy sighs deeply, her own face dropping in sorrow. She’s begged Henry to tell you the truth for days, but the fit of panic and agony it sends him into isn’t worth the good she knows it will do to help your recovery. A hundred different responses come to her mind, but in the end, she chooses the most benign and the one least likely to put her out of favor with Henry and her employer. 

“I’ll have a quick check of him, love. Make sure everything’s tickin’ away properly.” 

She accosts Henry while you sleep one afternoon and indeed checks his vitals, relieved to find no outright abnormalities with his heart rate, lung capacity, or breathing. The tremor however, doesn’t slip her gaze, and she once again pleads with Henry to be seen by a physician during one of your appointments, hoping that a ‘killing two birds with one stone’ approach will get through to him. Henry says he’ll try to remember, but politely asks for some time alone to rest. For the first time in the years she’s been working with him, Kathy goes to her car and bawls, seeing that his undoing is coming close to being irreversible. 

Her efforts put you somewhat at ease, but don’t help when it comes to Henry’s mood. Something is going on and you plan on getting to the bottom of it, once and for all. 

Henry’s reluctant to go to his family’s Christmas celebration for various reasons, not least of which is that he still doesn’t trust that you’ll be alright on your own. You have to all but push him out the door after he ensures that you’re fed, bathed, warm enough, and set with all of the ways to contact him should you need help. You watch him go and then immediately begin your hunt, knowing the truth is somewhere in the house, especially since he’s never once gone ‘home’ to another place before. Henry’s with you 24/7 and something about that doesn’t ring as home nurse, especially with Kathy popping in every few days. 

At the party, Henry hangs back from the adults, preferring to help the younger members of the family enjoy their time by keeping them distracted. He plays video games with them until it gets boring, goes out and makes a snowman with them (the first time any of them, Henry included, have had enough snow with which to do it), then brings them back in to decorate cookies. While the boys all abandon ship after a few moments, icing oozing over the sides of their cookies as they run off in glee, Henry’s niece stays with him, trying her best to decorate them in individual patterns so that everyone has a unique cookie just for them. 

“Uncle Henry, are you and aunty still together?” She asks out of the blue, catching Henry off guard. Having longer hair has its advantages and one of them is looking at his niece out of the corner of his eye without her noticing due to his shaggy curls. 

“Of course we are, sweetheart. Why do you ask?” 

“Well, because she never comes to family stuff anymore.” The tone of longing in her voice cracks what little is left of Henry’s heart, and he covers his eyes for a moment, breathing in deeply through his nose before exhaling. 

“She’s been sick, sweetheart. Too sick to leave the house. But she’s getting better. You’ll see her again very soon, with any luck.”

“You don’t sound very happy that she’s getting better,” Hazel responds, her observational skills far beyond anyone her age. 

The main living areas of the small house turn up nothing. No photos, no home movies, not even a trinket with an engraving. The bedroom is similarly empty, although you do find all of Henry’s clothes, momentarily getting side-tracked by a collection of fine suits, and warm comfy sweaters. You can’t help but put one on, finding the size, softness of the fabric, and lingering scent of his cologne comforting in a familiar way. It’s clear that whoever he is, Henry’s downplaying his role in your life; you just don’t know why. 

With only one room left, you realize that you’ve never once seen the door open, never once seen Henry go inside, and it gives you pause. Whatever is in there either holds no value, or has all the answers you’re looking for. 

Turning the knob, what meets your eye is not at all what you were expecting. Instead of an office or a man-cave, you come face to face with a nursery.

Henry tries to laugh, but the sound never escapes, and instead he looks down to find his niece eyeing him intently. 

“It’s...difficult right now,” he says, thinking of dismissing the conversation, but only for a moment. His niece will either overhear it from his brother, or figure it out on her own, so he might as well be truthful. “Your aunt doesn’t remember me, or any of us, really. The illness she has makes it so she thinks I’m a stranger to her, and not her husband. So it’s been hard living under the same roof and not being able to hug or kiss the person you love because they don’t see you that way anymore.” 

“But she’ll be alright again, won’t she?” Hazel asks, her eyes wide. 

“The doctors seem to think she will be, but only time will tell.” Henry admits defeat, but does so with a smile aimed at his niece, one she sees right through.

“It’s alright to be sad, Uncle Henry. You love her lots, and you miss her,” Hazel’s words cut to the quick and her hug causes a cry to loose itself from Henry’s throat, muffled at the last second by his hand covering his mouth. Undeterred, Hazel holds onto his waist tightly, willing her uncle to feel better, or at least get the tears out, as her mum always says. 

The nursery is well-appointed, holding everything one would need to care for a newborn infant. It takes a few moments for you to find your footing and step into the room, but as your eyes roam over the framed images, stuffed animals, and blankets, you realize that the room looks untouched. The crib has never bore the weight of a baby, the rocking chair has never been sat in, and even the blanket hanging over the rails has never once been unfolded. Whatever the plans were for this room, they’ve never come to pass. It makes you heartsick, and you wonder if this isn’t the reason Henry is always so distraught. 

After the initial shock of the room wears off, the trunk is the first thing to catch your eye. Sitting in the middle of the room, the deep mahogany box seems out of place. With a shaky breath, you move to sit in front of it, eager but hesitant to see what’s inside. Although there’s a latch, you find it unlocked, and with another steadying breath, you open the heavy lid, gasping at what you see inside. 

Like her uncle, Hazel is already deft at avoiding the raucousness that is her family at holiday time, and with expertise, she leads him up the stairs to her room where they can sit and have quiet. 

“Tell me a story about aunty. One that I’ve never heard,” she asks once they’re settled, Hazel curling up in Henry’s lap as they watch the snow fall in big, powdered-sugar flakes outside. Henry’s tears still pour down his face, and though her request seems easy enough, he finds it hard to pick just one tale. 

“Your aunt used to sing--” Henry can’t finish the sentence, the realization that it’s been years since he’s heard your voice in that way, one that kicks him right in the gut. Eyes squeezed shut, his sole comfort is Hazel’s small hand patting his forearm as he holds her close, crying into her hair, agonized by all that he’d lost years ago, and how easily he’d taken those things for granted. 

Pictures line the top of the pile in the trunk, some framed, others in photobooks, while the remainder are simply stacked up, developed and left in their original form. The very first picture is one of Henry beaming at you. It’s the kind of smile that takes your breath away, and it takes you a moment to look past it to the rest of the image. Tears prick your eyes when you realize it’s a wedding photo, his adoring gaze one you’ve seen in so many other couples’ pictures, but this one is special; this one is yours. 

The next picture makes you laugh out loud as it sparks a memory. It had been your first year of college, and you’d gone on holidays with a few of your friends, deciding to cross the pond for the first time in your life. On a rowdy night out, you’d met Henry, and though the sparks were immediate, you’d tried to hold back, knowing you would leave town by week’s end. The silly picture was meant to be a trip memory, not a sign of what was to come. In the photo, Henry pretends to lick your face while you make the goofiest expression you could manage, the two of you falling into a fit of laughter shortly thereafter; laughter which then quickly turned into a kiss. 

It’s the third picture that breaks your heart. Shot in black and white, despite the clarity making it a more recent photograph, the composition is simple enough. Sitting in the same bed that you’d been confined to for what felt like an eternity, Henry hugs you from behind, his eyes gazing lovingly down at both you and your barely-round belly. You notice he’s wearing a simple wedding band in the picture, and as your brain checks its files, you realize the only jewelry you’ve ever seen on him was an identical band on his middle finger. The implication of the move is clear, and you cry openly, beginning to understand just how much he’s sacrificed for you. 

The final picture shatters you, as everything rushes back like a bullet aimed directly at your heart. You’re not sure who took the picture, but it marks the beginning of anguish for Henry. Grizzled and unkempt, the man you married so many years ago lays his head in your hand, his face one of pure distress. Although the room more closely resembles a hotel suite, the bars along the bed make it clear you’re in the hospital and that he’d come home after all, only to find that nothing would ever be the same.

Feeling around the pockets of your sweat pants, you pull out the phone you’d been given and call Henry’s number. 

Henry wipes his eyes hastily when his phone rings and, extracting his arm from Hazel’s grip momentarily, immediately takes the call when he sees the number is yours. 

“Hi love, what’s going on?” He asks, doing his best to keep his voice upbeat and calm, even though his heart is already racing and his mind is fearing the worst.  The tears he hears in your voice are enough to have him bolting up, lifting Hazel with ease before quickly setting her down on the carpet. 

Henry flies down the stairs, only stopping to put his boots on before careening out the door to his car. He barely registers the sounds of protest coming from his family, too scared that he won’t reach you in time. 

Barely remembering to put the car in park when he reaches the house, the slam of the front door opening is an afterthought as Henry races up the stairs. He finds you where he least expected to, his heart in his throat as he watches you silently for a moment, terrified that you’ll fall back into Catatonia. The secret is out, and the tears come like rivers again as he takes in your reaction to the memories. Time stills as he gazes down at you, watching more and more of your wedding photos be revealed, followed by pictures celebrating the confirmation of a new life in the family, one who would never come to pass. 

“Love, I’m h-here,” Henry whispers brokenly, able to keep steady long enough to see you look up at him with real recognition. 

Both of you let out a keen wail as he closes the distance, his body crashing into yours as he holds you tight. 

The world stops for the two of you, giving both of you time to say what’s been held in your hearts for far too long. 

I love you.

I missed you. 

I’m sorry. 

#henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fic #deathonyourtongueoriginals #angst #fic

[neo-shitty]

reading drown made me remember how much music personally means to me. i used to have a hard time sleeping back in 6th grade to the point that it badly affected my studies bc for some reason im wide awake at night, felt tired but still fully awake which made me unable to focus in school. so of course i researched what i can do since i didnt want to tell my parents (nasa google kaya lahat 😌) long story short, try listening to music daw 😭 so i did bUT since listening to music wasnt really my hobby, i didnt know what type i should start off and at that time, kpop just recently became big LMAO it was like around 2017 i think. so i liSTENED TO EXO since it was the group that i have been hearing around school AHAHAHAHA the song was baby, dont cry btw. it worked surprisingly, music does calm one's nerves. i didnt understand the lyrics ofc but just by the melody, it made everything around me peaceful. whenever i feel anxious, sad, or stressed, music is the way to go :"> SO EON STORY KO PANO AKO NAGING KPOP FAN 😭😭😭 parinig aq ng iyo po 🙇

pero ofc there were times when it was pointless. there were times na listening to music just made everything worse, it would just be another noise that would frustrate me more. kAYA ANG NEED DITO IS ANO TALAGA U KNOW OO ung pwede mong sandalan hahahaha kaso wala ako non :"> so while reading napapa "sige chan ahhaha sana ol sige sana ol may y/n ng buhay nila hahaha" pero real talk, it would be nice to have someone you can share all your worries with without feeling guilty of wasting their time kaya stray kids hopefully you wont be afraid to love someone freely 😌

uy pati nakakaqiqil si jae dito >:( pero no, bias ko pa den siya sa day6 <3 and the scene where chan was guiding reader along while she was riding his skateboard is so cute huhu ,,, lia is the mc in checkmate, correct?

para akong ewan kc you posted this 11 pm right? i always like reading/watching while lying down sO humiga ako kaso pagkahiga ko, inaantok ako agad :"> enjoying something while youre at your most comfortable position feels so ✨heavenly✨ but it makes me too comfy that it drowns me in sleepiness. like i need to sleep muna bago ako maka focus 100% sa ginagawa ko lmao eh since end of the day eon, pagod aq :"< SMALL RANT LNGS KC BIGLA KO NAPANSIN KAGABI HAHAHAHAHA actually pati this afternoon, manonood sana ako hometown chachacha kaso pagkabagsak ko, tulog. kaya tinuloy ko na lang after an hour of sleep huhu

speaking of hometown, im on ep 10 and its the first ep where seungmin's ost was showcased ! im really excited marinig siya later pag finish ko nung ep na eon. BY THIS TIME EP 12 KA NA NOH?? HOPEFULLY EHE EHE and yes justice para sa mga nababastos >:( daming cases here in our school last f2f tbh. ewan like kadalasan, based on my experience, sinisisi nila sa pananamit ng mga babae 👁️👄👁️ i watched a video/show wherein a boy got caught sexualizing ung kaklase niyang girl tas he defended himself by saying na ang ikli ng skirt ni ate girl but thats literally their uniform , scary honestly

pati ify sa ipis, idk why but im more scared sa ipis than mga daga kc naman ang ipis parang gagamba, bigla biglaan na lang mawawala :"> AH SO UN NGA DI AKO NAKAPUYAT AHHAHAHAHAHAHAH PERO WANT KO NA ULE 😭 anong oras ka natulog?

i just realized then, almost all my feedbacks (?) rants abt your works, may included back story ko HAHAHAH like sa obliviate, harry potter kemene. sa on the ride home, yung untog series q. tas dito sa drown -> ^^^ syempre sa checkmate di ako relate kc di pa naman aq pumapanaw Y^Y

btw how was your day? pag gising ko sa umaga dumeretso aq proj, sipag i2. advance happy eating for dinner !

HAPPY CHANNN DAYYY ,, ayos na daw kurtina nila di ko pa nakikita pero inayos daw ni chan 😌👌

- 👻

glad i came home to a whole ass diary entry today omg owo

6TH GRADE HELP ISNT THAT LIKE TOO YOUNG TO HAVE AMNESIA ;n; hala baka magfalse diagnosis ka sa gogol ha, tell your parents next time kung may ano. oh yeah, mas better talaga kung di mo naiintindihan yung lyrics? bc you don't have to think of the lyrics too. music stopped working as a lullaby for me when quarantine started so i resorted to yt vids. but i still go for music whenever my self-esteem is low. noise music really boosts it *u* exo-l ka pa ba now? or you didn't stan? sinu-sino nga pala stinastan mo omg?

dude my story started in g2 when i heard fire by 2ne1 on the MIT top 20 of myx. i was quite a casual kpop fan up until late g10 when i started memorizing members (which i didn't do bc i was really just in it for the music not the groups).

HAJSHJAH truly tho it's nice to have someone around :'( namimiss ko na rin yung time na may 'y/n' ako but it's been so long that i'm fine on my own na HAJHAJ JAE IS MY BIAS TOO BUT ANTAGONIZING HIM WAS FUN. t'was bc of this vid (around the 28:18 to 29:20 mark; literally the inspo for the whole fic). yep, lia's checkmate's mc! the part abt guiding sa skateboard happened to me irl HIHIH #kilig #reminiscing kakamiss f2f

yeah at 11pm. i think i posted it too late bc it's not doing too well notes wise but whatever, it's chan day. HAHAH glad you slept easily though! MY BIGGEST SANA ALL. i slept at 3 na kanina bc i was either too hot or too cold.

how long is the kdrama? also i'm really proud of seungmin for scoring that ost :'( go get it, vocal king. NAUR I DIDNT GET TO FINISH THE ANIME BC I WENT AND WATCHED BSD KDJSKLJ i'll try and finish it tonight (bc i was out the whole day + i might be writing later) i fucking hate men. icb i'm at the point where i'm torn abt having a bf bc i kinda want a man but they're disgusting as hell???? it's hard to find the good ones nowadays.

mga ipis kasi feeling butterfly jsdhjfh at least yung daga aware ka kung asan ;n; IM SCARED OF SPIDERS TOO JDSKFJ wag ka magpuyat l8r kasi monday pero eh depends pa rin sau

oo nga pansin ko din yung back stories but they're interesting to read naman so i don't mind !! SANA DI KA TALAGA MAKARELATE SA CHECKMATE JUSQ do not claim the negative energy from that fic

we went to my mom's office earlier bc she wasn't feeling great and she couldn't come home yet kasi nakabubble siya doon. we just go thome tapos yown diretso answer sa ask HAHAH magtstsaa palang aq mamaya pa ata dinner namin mga 7 pero yeah advance happy eating din sayo!

AND YES HAPPY CHAN DAY <333 lol narealize ko lang both my ults had sunday birthdays this year o.O and OO HAJSHJAH i watched the chan's vlog last night (partly the reason why napuyat ako) and inayos niya yung curtain sa bandang huli <//3 can't tease them anymore HMP

#toff.asks #👻 anon

[clawingbackthepast]

Music Videos

Ace of Base

--- All That She Wants

Alanis Morisette

--- Hand in My Pocket

--- Ironic

--- Thank U

Alannah Myles

--- Black Velvet

All Saints

--- Black Coffee

--- I Know Where It’s At

--- Lady Marmalade

--- Never Ever

--- Pure Shores

--- Under the Bridge

Anastacia

--- I’m Outta Love

Annie Lennox

--- No More ‘I Love You’s

--- Walking on Broken Glass

--- Why

Aqua

--- Barbie Girl

Artful Dodger

--- Movin’ Too Fast

Babylon Zoo

--- Spaceman

Backstreet Boys

--- Everybody (Backstreet’s Back)

Baddiel, Skinner and the Lightning Seeds

--- Three Lions (Football’s Coming Home)

The Bangles

--- Eternal Flame

Barenaked Ladies

--- One Week

The Beautiful South

--- A Little Time

Bloodhound Gang

--- The Bad Touch

Britney Spears

--- Baby One More Time

Bryan Adams 

--- When You’re Gone (Feat. Mel C) 

Bus Stop Feat. Carl Douglas

--- Kung Fu Fighting

B*Witched

--- C’est la Vie

The Cardigans

--- Erase/Rewind

--- Lovefool

--- My Favourite Game

Catatonia

--- Mulder and Scully

--- Road Rage

Charles and Eddie

--- Would I Lie to You

Chris Isaak

--- Wicked Game

Christina Aguilera

--- Genie in a Bottle

Chumbawamba

--- Amnesia

--- Tubthumping

Coldplay

--- Trouble

Coolio

--- Gangsta’s Paradise

Cornershop

--- Brimful of Asha

Cyndi Lauper

--- Hey Now (Girls Just Want to Have Fun)

Deep Blue Something

--- Breakfast at Tiffanys

Des’ree

--- Life

--- You Gotta Be

Dido

--- Here with Me

--- Thank You

Eminem

--- Stan

Enigma

--- Return to Innocence

--- Sadeness

Enya

--- Anywhere Is

--- Only If

Eurythmics

--- There Must Be an Angel (Playing with My Heart)

Everything But the Girl

--- Missing

Fatboy Slim

--- Praise You

Fat Les

--- Vindaloo

Five

--- Everybody Get Up

--- Keep on Movin’

--- We Will Rock You

Fugees

--- Killing Me Softly with His Song

--- Ready or Not

Gabrielle

--- Dreams

--- Out of Reach

--- Rise

--- Sunshine

George Michael

--- As (Feat. Mary J Blige)

--- Fast Love

--- Jesus to a Child

--- Outside

Gina G

--- Ooh Aah Just a Little Bit 

Gorillaz

--- Clint Eastwood

--- Dirty Harry

--- Feel Good Inc.

Hanson

--- MMMBop

Jamiroquai

--- Canned Heat

--- Cosmic Girl

--- Deeper Underground

--- Virtual Insanity

Jennifer Page

--- Crush

Kaoma

--- Lambada

LeeAnn Rimes

--- How Do I Live

Lene Marlin

--- Sitting Down Here

Lenny Kravitz

--- American Woman

--- Fly Away

Lisa Stansfield

--- All Around the World

Lou Bega

--- Mambo No. 5

Macy Gray

--- I Try

--- Still

--- Why Didn’t You Call Me

Michael Jackson

--- Heal the World

--- Thriller

Moloko

--- Sing It Back

--- The Time Is Now

M People

--- Search for the Hero

Muse

--- Bliss

--- New Born

--- Plug In Baby

Natalie Imbruglia

--- Torn

Nelly Furtado

--- I’m Like a Bird

--- Turn Off the Light

No Doubt

--- Don’t Speak

Oasis

--- Don’t Look Back in Anger

--- Little By Little

--- Stand By Me

--- Whatever

--- Wonderwall

The Offspring

--- Pretty Fly for a White Guy

--- Why Don’t You Get a Job

OutKast

--- Ms Jackson

Red Hot Chili Peppers

--- Californication

--- Scar Tissue

Ricky Martin

--- Livin’ La Vida Loca

Right Said Fred

--- Deeply Dippy

Robbie Williams

--- Angels

--- Rock DJ

Run DMC vs Jason Nevins

--- It’s Like That

Santana

--- Smooth

Savage Garden

--- To the Moon and Back

--- Truly Madly Deeply

Scatman John

--- Scatman (Ski Ba Bop Ba Dop Bop)

S Club 7

--- Bring It All Back

--- S Club Party

Seal

--- Crazy

--- Killer (Feat. Adamski)

--- Kiss from a Rose

Shania Twain

--- Man! I Feel Like a Woman

--- That Don’t Impress Me Much

--- You’re Still the One

Shanks and Bigfoot

--- Sweet Like Chocolate

Sheryl Crow

--- All I Wanna Do

Simply Red

--- The Air That I Breathe

--- Say You Love Me

--- Stars

Sisqo

--- Thong Song

Sixpence None the Richer

--- Kiss Me

Spice Girls

--- 2 Become 1

--- Mama

--- Spice Up Your Life

--- Stop

--- Viva Forever

--- Wannabe

--- Who Do You Think You Are

Spiller

--- Groovejet (If This Ain’t Love)

Steps

--- 5, 6, 7, 8

--- Tragedy

Take That

--- Could It Be Magic

T.A.T.U.

--- All the Things She Said

Texas

--- Black Eyed Boy

--- Inner Smile

--- In Our Lifetime

--- Say What You Want

--- Summer Son

Tin Tin Out

--- Here’s Where the Story Ends (Feat. Shelly Nelson)

--- What I Am (Feat. Emma Bunton)

Toni Braxton

--- Un-Break My Heart

Toploader

--- Dancing in the Moonlight

Vanessa Williams

--- Save the Best for Last

Vengaboys

--- Up and Down

--- We Like to Party!

The Verve

--- Bitter Sweet Symphony

--- The Drugs Don’t Work

--- Lucky Man

--- Sonnet

Wet Wet Wet

--- Goodnight Girl

--- Love Is All Around

Wheatus

--- Teenage Dirtbag

Whigfield

--- Saturday Night

Will Smith

--- Gettin’ Jiggy Wit It

--- Men in Black

Yazz

--- The Only Way Is Up

Youssou N’Dour

--- 7 Seconds

#alanis morissette #all saints #aqua #artful dodger #backstreet boys #barenaked ladies #bloodhound gang #britney spears #bryan adams #mel c #melanie c #b*witched #the cardigans #catatonia #christina aguilera #cornershop #deep blue something #des'ree #dido #eminem #enya #fatboy slim #five #5ive #fugees #george michael #mary j blige #gina g #gorillaz #hanson

[mtvstarbase]

[Video] Bas ft. Ari Lennox & Kiddominant – Amnesia

[Video] Bas ft. Ari Lennox & Kiddominant – Amnesia

Sudanese-American rapper, join forces with Ari Lennox and Kiddominant, to unveil the video to “Amnesia”, produced by DJ Moma, Guy Furious and Ron Gilmore.

The song is taken from Bas’s most recent project, ‘Spilled Milk 1‘ EP released last year. Similarly, in September 2019, Kiddominant was signed to Sony Music West Africa.

Watch, share and enjoy!

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[ao3feed-brucewayne]

A Whole New World

by tiredwhimsy

A fugitive prince. An alien with amnesia. The threat of war looming in the background while two childhood friends refuse to admit their feelings for each other.

When Damian is left with his father, he never expected to find something more rewarding, and sweeter, than the taste of victory. When Jon crash lands on Earth with no memories, he didn't know the memories he wants most are those he can create with his true love.

Or: An AU where the Bat family is royalty and the Kents went to space to rebuild Krypton. Damian and Jon basically torture themselves by hiding their feelings. Pining ensues.

--- The title is a song number from Aladdin. Specifically the carpet ride. Because, well, you'll see eventually.

Words: 4902, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Super Sons (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, DCU, DCU (Comics)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Talia al Ghul, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Kathy Branden (Mentioned)

Relationships: Jonathan Samuel Kent/Damian Wayne, Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Royalty, Prince!Damian, Jon Kent is not from Earth, Childhood Friends, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Amnesia, Flashbacks, Aged-Up Character(s), Jon and Damian are closer in age, and they were ROOMMATES, they keep their powers, No superhero business, Some Vigilantism, There is no DC canon in Ba Sing Se, vague older time period with some contemporary elements, My First Work in This Fandom, But not new to this fandom, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Work In Progress, Gentle feedback welcome, Tags May Change

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/40585032

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

[tuyetthienduong]

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Cu tje chinh la lieu thuoc doc giet chet oc gioi do ac doc

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Ko ai thich poke psychic nguoi chiu het sc de doi lay su vo hinh cho ban than va danh du cjo nguoi khac ma huhu

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Bao all hai nguoi cu dau

Hoeu chua poke yeam no tot toi vay do

Mr mime mime

Tapu Lele faiey skills

Q and nhi vam dang lay hihu thiey it muon sui roi kia em bao hai dua sch do

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Lifht

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Hn wua sorry nha

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Thang kia cop DOAN tren all

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Fb x1000

Mozart oi gium luc fb muon die nho het ci thich psychic giau vi xa hoi cho de

Cac all

Tutor 2

MT's nhay lay

MT's oi

Hai a

Diem cua no la diem cua em a vi no1 killer an lo max nhu slowking

Thi oi ra bai thi

Team huhu ko phan boi toi hio nay

Khi qt len la chac chan long ngoc duoc cuu

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Jwrk muin em noi tiep lan voi hoang di het noi roi no bao

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Tum no eidt nhu jn roi thay doi cd ko huhu mmp bao khc all ai lay xung duoc

Con ba thu nua qua his mai merge a cua em

Bao mt giym full phys no nhay that a

Lan wua tri no 100% hihi no 99,9%

Team thuc vai chinh tri

Nghi sao vay

Em so vc la max roi jerk no sui just yet

Con nguoi co 4 thu tu hao tronh doi dam cho cac lan huy oi no toi gio phut roi

Fiem so yrong hoc tap

Mau toc

Su lun

Kha nang nhin doi

Em xai nao cua it cac huhu do ...

Anh 21 lanh all vo cua ari

Poke sang cc moi tot

Togwtix for me

........ For huhu

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Toc do lau roi

Cao 1m57 luon

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Hwt roi hihi kileeta no1 het gio roi nen noi ra

3 cac ko ra gi full aui chay tron etc lanh mmp em block roi sc juat ywu

Vai poli hiji

5 ct

Admins

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Save 3

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Tys cccccv huhu lay ljs hai vu

Joon ji em bao nl mac

Jerk va qt la hai nguoi duy nhat ko tot va tot ma van tot cac

The vredit ccccccc trie

Jsk con song la nho thay jn ngay do nhu lomhs noi doc rhoi no1 ki too

Ki lo hehe ai lay xung duox

Thay chua tum edit tiu jwrk anh cua no khoc ra mau em bao ne dung noi no di diec roi

All nhu jerk wt tru em sang trun hai cai bo tay

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Artists -//-  Album -//-  Song yo la tengo -//-  we have amnesia sometimes -//-  (monday) lee hazlewood -//-  theres a dream ive been saving -//-  september song

kathryn williams -//-  total lee -//-  easy and me bill callahan -//-  the gold record -//-  another song kevin morby -//-  campfire -//-  campfire

sean burns -//-  we got a lot of truckin to do -//-  lookin at the world through the windshield corb lund -//-  agricultural tragic -//-  old men the burning hell -//-  i want to drink in a bar -//-  i want to drink in a bar

ba johnston -//-  supreme quarantine -//-  supreme quarantine neil hamburger -//-  still dwelling -//-  a world without love tacocat -//-  lost time -//-  i hate the weekend

they might be giants -//-  no! -//-  clap your hands (theme)

hannah georgas -//-  that emotion -//-  that emotion wye oak -//-  aeiou -//-  aeiou cults -//-  monolithic -//-  monolithic rose chronicles -//-  shiver -//-  dwelling nojoy -//-  motherhood -//-  no rats

pavement -//-  slanted and enchanted -//-  triggercut/wounded-knife guided by voices -//-  mirrored aztec -//-  i think i had it japandroids -//-  near to the wild heart of life -//-  near to the wild heart of life bully -//-  sugaregg -//-  prism

the holdsteady -//-  heaven is whenever -//-  the sweet part of the city

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Vino Blanco y Pescado: An Ode to Perfect Pairings Photo: @reece_og Song: @bas - Amnesia (feat. @arilennox) https://www.instagram.com/p/B71PKt3pWD4/?igshid=16f3dpe4l9jq8

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VIDEO: Bas – Amnesia ft. Ari Lennox, Kiddominant

VIDEO: Bas – Amnesia ft. Ari Lennox, Kiddominant

Sudanese-American rapper, Bas has released the music video to his previously heard single titled “Amnesia“.

The DJ Moma, Guy Furious and Ron Gilmore-produced record “Amnesia” features label-mate, Ari Lennox and Nigerian record producer, Kiddominant.

In addition, the song is taken from Bas’s most recent project, ‘Spilled Milk 1‘ EP released last year. Similarly, in September 2019, Kiddominant was…

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#Amnesia #Amnesia Video #Ari Lennox #Bas #DJ Moma #Guy Furious #Kiddominant #mp4 #omasitalks #Ron Gilmore #Video

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Bas Amnesia Video Download Bas Amnesia Video: Sudanese-American rapper, Bas has released the official music video to his previously heard single titled “Amnesia“. The DJ Moma, Guy Furious and Ron Gilmore-produced track features label mate, Ari Lennox and Nigerian record producer, Kiddominant. In addition, the song is taken from Bas’s most recent project, ‘Spilled Milk 1‘ EP released last year. Similarly, in September 2019, Kiddominant was signed to Sony Music West Africa. Download & Watch Below: DOWNLOAD VIDEO: Bas ft Ari Lennox & Kiddominant – Amnesia Share on: WhatsApp The post (Video) Bas ft Ari Lennox & Kiddominant – Amnesia appeared first on JamBaze.com.

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