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esbee-daisy · 7 months
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When A is woken up in the middle of the night and at first they’re not sure why. They rub their eyes and look around blearily; all looks in order. But damn they’re hot. And as soon as that thought appears, they realize with a start it’s coming from next to them - and they look down in horror at B, laying curled into their side. B is absolutely radiating heat - so much so that A is sweaty just from being pressed against them, though no where near as drenched as B. B is shaking and whimpering pathetically, and looks pale even in the low light of the moon, with bright red spots high on their cheeks. A realizes they must not have been feeling well for a while and not mentioned anything, because with a fever like this there’s no way B didn’t go to bed feeling terribly unwell. And A hadn’t noticed.
A tries to wake B up gently, knowing they need to take their temperature and get them some water and meds, but after a few gentle hair strokes and rubbing of B’s arm, they realize B isn’t rousing at all. And if anything their face seems more pained and frightened than it had a minute ago. A starts getting frantic, shaking B harder and calling their name in a panic. They see B’s eyes flutter beneath the lids briefly, then stop as their head dropped even more towards the bed. A’s stomach drops when they realize their aren’t able to rouse B at all. Uh oh.
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beansmakesthings · 8 days
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Just some doodles for my fic. Chapter 10 out now! Link on my profile (shameless self-plug, I know)
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bitter69uk · 2 months
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“Madonna’s first video, for her superb, drivingly lascivious disco hit “Burning Up”, did not make much of an impression. The platinum blonde girl kneeling and emoting in the middle of a midnight highway just seemed to be a band member’s floozie. In retrospect, the video, with its rapid, cryptic surrealism, prefigures Madonna’s signature themes and contains moments of eerie erotic poetry.”
/ From “Madonna II: Venus of the Radio Waves” by Camille Paglia, The Independent Sunday Review, 1991 /
“Don't put me off 'cause I'm on fire / And I can't quench my desire …”
/ From the lyrics to “Burning Up” by Madonna /
Released on this day (9 March 1983): double-sided single “Physical Attraction” / “Burning Up” by a hungry young up-and-coming pop starlet called Madonna. Of the two songs, I infinitely prefer the urgent, punky siren call of “Burning Up.” Like all her best tunes, the lyrics cast Madonna as the romantic aggressor / pursuer, wailing sentiments like “You're always closing your door / Well, that only makes me want you more” and – even better! - “Unlike the others, I'd do anything / I'm not the same, I have no shame / I'm on fire!” The haunting video directed by Steve Barron – with cat-on-a-hot-tin-roof Madonna writhing, flailing and thrashing around in a sexual frenzy on an abandoned stretch of road – cemented her provocative bad girl persona. (Fun fact: the guy in the video (Ken Compton) was Madonna’s then-boyfriend). Note that there are multiple mixes of “Burning Up” circulating. The only version you need is the one with biting nasty New Wave guitar. Portrait of Madonna by Gary Heery, 1983.
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madonna, burning up |1983|
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dreamaze · 1 year
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93 line × duets SHOOT OUT ⟡ BURNING UP ⟡ GAMBLER
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jooberry · 1 year
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title : burning up
pairing : changkyun x reader
genre : fluff, mentions of anxiety
word count : 592 words
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You lean forward, legs crossed and head hanging above the incense burner as you carefully light it up before placing it back onto the holder. Instantly, the smoke fills the little space of your room, and as if you’ve been holding your breath for too long, now, finally you breathe. You bring your knees back against your chest, resting your head on them, a bitter smile gracing your lips.
The door opens, and your boyfriend walks into the room. He’s dressed in the same sweater as you, Balenciaga on your skin, as he casually walks over and presses you against his chest. His hugs are tight, and the warmth is familiar, it’s soothing. When he holds you like this, it feels as if all the evil in your world never really found room to exist anyway.
You lean backward, slowly nuzzling your head against his shoulder, lips quirking and heart heavy as if to remind you that baby girl, those bad things did happen and he was not there to protect you from it. You sigh, and now he knows.
He slowly makes you turn to him, takes your face in his hot and cigarette-stained hands, and looks at you as if all the stars in the universe were right here, just under your skin. You avoid his gaze, knowing all too well what he’s trying to do. The struggle is real, and it hurts for you to even admit that on nights like this, you need his reassurance, his love to feel better, to heal.
He lets your thoughts wander, then steals you back to earth with a kiss so deep, so hot and so passionate that it leaves you breathless. And for a second you wonder, how can he do it like that?
“I know what you’re thinking, and that is not true. I’ll be here to remind you of that every time.” He whispers, placing another kiss on your lips.
He might be used to your moments by now, but never once did it feel like a burden for him to reassure you, to remind you that you were all of that, and even more to him. You’re the sun in his universe, the light in his darkness, and out of love, but also for his sanity, will he let your light die out.
“Thank you.” You say, slipping a cigarette between your dark-painted lips. Your heartbeat starts to slow down, and that dreaded moment slowly fades away. You inhale and exhale smoke, legs crossed, your hair falling back on your shoulders like those Roman sculptures everybody loves. You don’t realize how beautiful you are and it pains him, his heart rests at the corners of your lips, at the tip of your tongue but you don’t know it. Maybe he’ll tell you one day.
“For not running away from my crazy ass.” You add, giggling as you lazily play with the silver rings on his fingers. There’s smoke coming from your lips, and you don’t seem to care that you’re only wrapped in his sweater, legs crossed in front of him. He chuckles, leans forward, drinks the smoke from your lips, and presses the cigarette somewhere on the black wooden table behind you.
“I’m in love with your crazy ass.” He says, black-painted fingers gripping your jaw tightly. His other hand is on your thigh, drawing circles on the red neon kissed and warm skin. I’m in so deep it fucking scares me he wants to add but refrains, burned by the heat of his feelings and desires.
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ozskob · 9 months
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I don't own this Japanese edition of Madonna's debut album but damn I'd like to..$`100 on ebay is a bit much for my pocket.
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raurquiz · 9 months
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#otd @madonna #madonna #madonna83 #40thanniversary #thefirstalbum #luckystar #boderline #burningup #iknowit #holyday #thinkofme #physicalattraction #everybody #recordstoreday #vinyl #vinilo #picturedisc @sirerecords @warnermusic
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abbatoirablaze · 1 year
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Burning Up Master List
This series is complete!
For as long as Curtis Everett could remember, being a firefighter was all that mattered. His father was one. His grandfather was one. For as long as he could remember every man in his family was a firefighter. And now, Curtis has been one for his whole adult life.
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But something is missing in this rugged, quiet, large man's eyes. Something he never even thought of, until he saw you, standing around at an under ventilated Halloween party where a fog machine had them all evacuating the place.
And you're setting fire alarms off in his mind and in his heart.
Chapters
The Foggy Start
In Stitches
Tension in The Air
First Date
The New Captain
Ideas For The Beefcake Calendar
Unleashing The Firehose
Out In The Cold
D. O. A.
When The Dust Settles
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esbee-daisy · 6 months
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Caretaker is SOOOO pissed and hysterical with panic over Sickie’s state. Sickie had just minutes before sworn they were fine. And now here they are, collapsed on the floor in a heap of limp limbs, and Caretaker is screaming and ranting at them before they can even think. After unleashing on them, Sickie looks up at Caretaker with wet, glossy eyes, looking positively pitiful, and in a weaker voice than could be imagined stutters out “I’m sorry….I…I really didn’t know…it was this bad.” The look of utter confusion and remorse on Sickie’s face is just so genuine and so pathetic that Caretaker can’t help but feel an immediate crushing wave of guilt.
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beansmakesthings · 17 days
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Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Amphibia (Cartoon) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Anne Boonchuy/Sasha Waybright/Marcy Wu, Anne Boonchuy/Marcy Wu, Anne Boonchuy/Sasha Waybright, Sasha Waybright/Marcy Wu, Anne Boonchuy & Sprig Plantar, Anne Boonchuy & Hopadiah "Hop Pop" Plantar, Anne Boonchuy & Polly Plantar, Andrias & Olivia & Marcy Wu & Yunan, Grime & Sasha Waybright, Anne Boonchuy & Hopadiah "Hop Pop" Plantar & Polly Plantar & Sprig Plantar, Sprig Plantar & Marcy Wu, Sprig Plantar & Sasha Waybright Characters: Anne Boonchuy, Sasha Waybright, Marcy Wu, Hopadiah "Hop Pop" Plantar, Sprig Plantar, Polly Plantar, Grime (Amphibia), Yunan (Amphibia), Olivia (Amphibia), Andrias (Amphibia), Walliam "One-Eyed Wally" Ribbiton, Leopold Loggle, Sadie Croaker, Joe Sparrow (Amphibia), Bessie (Amphibia) Additional Tags: Angst, Gore, Major Character Injury, Injury Recovery, Hurt/Comfort, Anne Boonchuy Needs a Hug, Marcy Wu Needs a Hug, Sasha Waybright Needs A Hug, Everyone Needs A Hug, Eventual Romance, Polyamory, Lesbian Anne Boonchuy, Bisexual Sasha Waybright, Lesbian Marcy Wu, Angst and Feels, Guilt, Graphic Description, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, No beta we die like Anne and Marcy, Also Sasha says fuck, Every title is from a song, Introspection, lots and lots of introspection Summary:
Things take a different turn during True Colors and Anne is severely injured.
While Anne struggles to recover, Sasha and Marcy juggle their guilt, the duties of being the Commanders of a growing Rebellion, and some very... complicated feelings.
Meanwhile, Andrias is sending more and more fire power to Frog Valley in an effort to find the Core's desired host.
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I keep forgetting I have a Tumblr, so I figured I should post this here as I just posted the 10th chapter of my fic. Here's the fic if you want to check it out, but PLEASE mind the warnings about graphic violence!
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aestheticjunkyard · 20 days
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euesworld · 1 year
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"I implore you with passion, I explore you with a fire.. a smile everlasting as I am consumed with desire. I could run my hands up your legs for days, I could wrap my hands in your hair.. I could be a thousand miles away, but it would feel as if I were right there. I could look into the sun, I would see you there.. as if I pulled you out of thin air without a care. I could wrap my legs around you, hear your heart beat so softly.. I could touch you in ways that you could only dream, bittersweet are these dreams in me. For you are in my thoughts, dripping wet and so fricking hot.. I can't do a thing except love you lots."
I'm burning up and you are the cure - eUë
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You won't find him here (snailsnfriends)//Melanie Brescia
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itsallmadonnasfault · 6 months
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