#hannah's corny lines

[sp1rit-realm]

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♪ I can run, but I can't hide ♪ ♪ From my family line ♪

"Children believe their parents, so he took that to heart and repeated it every time he felt his eyes sting. He would bite his lip every time he got that telltale feeling of pins and needles that would eventually spread to his heart and stab him until he sobbed."

༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ sirius runs away, he has trouble opening up.

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 canon compliant 𖦹 gn!reader no pronouns used 𖦹 angst 𖦹 hurt/comfort and then hurt/no comfort 𖦹 based on the conan gray song: family line 𖦹 CANON COMPLIANT 𖦹 i cried writing this btw 𖦹 i did not proofread this bc i'm lazy⎝(ˊᗜˋ)⎠

༻¨*:· word count ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 2.2k

Sirius Black was nothing like his family. 

Except he was. 

Sure, he wasn't a follower of the Dark Lord, wasn't abusive, and would never do what his parents did, but he truly was his parent's child.

Orion Black had silver eyes. They were bright and piercing; they were cold.

Walburga Black's eyes were grey. They were darker but still cold. 

Their eyes were the antonym of welcoming.

Sirius Black's eyes were the same as his Father's. His eyes were so cold that, instead of burning holes into somebody, they could send sharp, frigid icicles through someone.

So cold. 

Sirius Black spent his time building up seemingly impenetrable walls around his emotions. Once he was sure he had created a strong barrier, he worked on building walls around himself.

He was constantly acting, pretending he was someone—something—he wasn't.

Sirius Black was a liar about many things. He pretended he was okay, but angry tears would fall down his face in private.

He was a lot like his Mother in that way. While Walburga Black was a nasty, hateful woman, she was also wounded. Deep down, everyone in the Black family had damage—some worse than others.

"Crying makes you weak, Sirius!" His Mother would yell at him.

Children believe their parents, so he took that to heart and repeated it every time he felt his eyes sting. He would bite his lip every time he got that telltale feeling of pins and needles that would eventually spread to his heart and stab him until he sobbed.

He would look at himself in the mirror with a hoarse voice screaming: "Stop crying! Stop! Crying! They will see you, and they will hurt you!"

Then his voice would lower as he harshly wiped his eyes, "They will see you. They can't see you." 

He would look into his eyes, "They will leave you if they see the real you, Sirius."

He constantly repeated his name while weepingly talking to himself. He had to; otherwise, he would forget who was in the reflection. Sirius Black would focus on his eyes so much that he would start seeing his brother's eyes.

His eyes gained more depth when he cried, just like Regulus's. 

Regulus Black's eyes were icy, but they were a deep grey, similar to Walburga's. Sirius swore that if you looked close enough, you could see different shades swirling together, creating a sea of desaturation. 

If you caught Regulus crying, you would see the tail of the sea creature that lived there, swimming through the tears, trying to stay in the solace of his eyes.

When he cried, Sirius also found a sea creature there. The creature was a monster when it resided in Sirius's eyes. It would angrily thrash alongside the waves, trying to escape.

12 Grimmauld Place was chaotic. At most times, you could walk in and hear screaming. The screaming was usually a gamble between anger and agony. Sometimes, you could walk in and make out the sound of objects getting thrown around, some of them hitting the floor and shattering into millions of pieces.

When Sirius ran away, he locked his emotions up, telling everyone everything was okay. Because everything was okay. Leaving was for the best ... right?

Sometimes Sirius wondered if he ever actually could escape 12 Grimmauld Place—escape The Noble House of Black. Sure, he had been burned off the tapestry and ran away, but could he ever hide from his family line?

It was the holiday season when Sirius ran away. On his way to the Potters, he spotted a Father and Daughter. They were both sporting smiles and Santa hats. Sirius stopped. They were both laughing, talking about the Mother's cooking.

"She's not all that good at it," The girl scrunched up her face, "It's always burnt."

The Father stuck out his tongue, "Gross!" He laughed at his daughter's reaction, "That's why we keep the cooking to me."

The girl smiled, showing as many teeth as possible and enthusiastically nodded.                             

"But Mam makes a mean hot cocoa, right?"

She nodded even harder, then sang, "Hot cocoa! Hot cocoa! Get it while it's hot!" As she skipped down the street.

Sirius broke down right there. He put his bag down and sobbed. Damn the wound in his side, damn the cold; he needed to cry.

You were staying at the Potter residence this winter. James had begged you to join him and Remus, and how could you say no to those eyes?

You weren't sure.

It was around five in the morning when he arrived. His face was tear-stained and red, and he was shaking from... an endless possibility of things.

"Sirius?" James's voice was gruff as he rubbed his eyes, then panic flooded his senses, "Sirius." Urgency and concern rolled off his tongue as James repeated his name. "Come in."

"Who was it?!" You called from upstairs. Your voice was so comforting to him. So was the smell of pine trees and warmth accompanying the Potter residence in the winter.

"Sirius is here!" James yelled back before returning to Sirius, who was on the floor bloody and sobbing.

"Get Mam and Dad!" He called again.

You hurried to Euphemia and Fleamont's room.

Anxiety—that's all you were feeling.

Why had Sirius come at 5 A.M., why were Euphemia and Fleamont needed, and why weren't you allowed to talk to him?

"It's okay, I'm Sure," Remus's voice was gruff. He had a vocal fry, as he often did when he awoke.

You were clinging to his side, "But what if he's not?" You whispered.

He wrapped his arm around you, "It's Sirius. He'll get through this."

You knew Remus was right, but a feeling was deep within your bones. It was telling you that he needed help.

And you were right.

Sirius felt like he was drowning in his feelings, and nobody could pull him out. He was stuck in a riptide, and he was too weak to try and get out. He was close to letting the ocean swallow him without calling for help; luckily, he was strong enough to go to the Potters.

He knew he had to keep going. For James and Remus, for Mia and Monty, for you. 

He was no longer bleeding, but, of course, there was still pain. Pain that would be unbearable to anyone who hadn't already experienced it.

Sirius had already experienced it. He had been experiencing that same pain since he was a little boy.

He used to ask himself what he did to deserve it. 

He used to ask himself how someone could hurt a little kid. 

At one point, he stopped asking. There was no point in asking anymore—he would never get an answer.

He was a kid, yes, but he knew it was wrong. He knew that someone who truly loved him would never do this.

"Sirius?" Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts; it was quiet and soft. Somehow, you sounded more fragile than him.

You were always taking on others' pain. It hurt him more.

"Yes?"

It's not that he was purposely being cold. He just ran away. The emotional strength it takes is insane, and the emotional baggage is unfathomable.

At a certain point, he felt numb. He was no longer crying, but his face was still tear-stained.

"I'm—" You shook your head. "How—" You sighed, "I'm not sure what's an appropriate question to ask or what is a proper thing to say. Obviously, you aren't okay. I was going to say I'm sorry, but that would just force you to comfort me, and that's not fair—"

"Y/n," He said your name so tenderly that it hurt your heart, "It's okay."

You wanted to argue, but his skin was sallow, and his under eyes were deep.

"Have you showered?" It was a stupid question with an obvious answer.

He only shook his head. He was scared that he would only cry if he opened his mouth.

He bit his lip; the pins and needles were starting.

"I can help get you cleaned up," You paused, searching for some kind of reaction, and when you didn't get one, you kept speaking, "If you're comfortable with that."

He shook his head, "I need to go to bed."

You didn't dispute.

The following days were filled with attempting to talk with the ghost of Sirius Black. He looked sickly, and his smile wasn't bright. You, of course, understood why, but it felt wrong being in the presence of Sirius without actually... being in his presence.

He was quiet. Sirius Black was in the same house as James Potter and was silent.

It was unnerving because you had known this boy for years and had never seen him so robotic.

Sirius would smile when he felt it was appropriate, but it never reached his eyes—it barely reached his cheeks.

He said "Hello" when he saw you, and you were fed up when he called you Ma'am.

"Sirius!" You snapped, he flinched, and your heart broke.

"I'm sorry," You cooed. "Oh, I'm so sorry, my love," You continued.

My love, you had called him.

He only nodded.

"We need to talk about... this," You gestured between you and him, "Why did you call me Ma'am? I'm your friend, no?"

"You're my friend. It's just—" He sighed, shaking his head, "Never mind."

You wanted to groan but kept your composure and swiftly ended the conversation.

Sirius was spent. All the lying finally caught up to him.

He was scared that he would slip through the cracks—that the sea monster would thrash in the waves, creating a tsunami, eventually destroying everything around it.

"Sirius?" You knocked on the door.

He spoke, voice weak, "Come in."

"How are you doing?" You took a seat on his bed.

"Good." He smiled, but as you continued to stare at him—neutral expression on your face—he started to frown.

"Sirius?" You asked once more, "How are you doing?"

He was biting his lip, "Bad." He was able to choke out.

You frowned, and it was exactly what he was scared of. He didn't need pity.

"Is there anything I can do?" You smiled, "I could read you a bedtime story every night, tuck you in. Yeah, I like the sound of that." An attempt to lighten the damp, heavy mood.

He laughed. You made Sirius laugh, and it was a sound you were yearning for.

You smiled at the gleeful noise.

"Yes, a bedtime story would do the trick," He smirked at you—teeth barred, a glint in his eye.

Oh, how you missed that classic Sirius Black smirk.

"So, do you want to talk about it?"

"Y/n," He sighed, "No."

"Sirius, there's no harm in opening up. Let me in," You pleaded.

"Y/n," His voice was stern, "No."

"Why?"

"Because you'll leave."

You had never seen him like this—quiet voice, hunched into himself. He looked like a hurt child, which you supposed he was.

At his very centre, Sirius Black was just a wounded child too scared to ask for help.

"No," You shook your head, "No, I won't leave."

He looked at you with teary eyes, "Yes, you will. I just— I'm okay. I have to be okay. If I'm not okay, everyone will see me, Y/n. Nobody can see me." He was shaking his head from side to side.

"Sirius, open up. I'm here for you. I won't leave. You're a human," You paused to walk over to him, "Humans have emotions, and that's okay."

"Yeah?" He asked, hopeful.

"Yeah."

And, so, he opened up. How he thought someone would leave was beyond you until he explained it.

"Because Mother always told me emotions made you unlikeable, and they made you weak. She told me that I should lie about how I was feeling. If I showed her that I was anything but neutral or happy—but not too happy—she would get mad at me."

Your heart hurt.

Over the years, you fell in love with Sirius. You vividly remember writing him a note when he closed himself off after you confessed. It read as follows:

It's okay to fall in love. Sirius, I will make sure they don't hurt you. You can let your walls down and let yourself breathe, for I will never abandon you. I'll be here, and I'll hold you until you feel safe in someone else's arms. Until you feel safe in my arms.

Sirius, my dear, your limits for loving don't stop at the sky. Let yourself be free. It can be us until the end. I promise I won't leave, despite the grey. Damn your clouds of grey; I will be your sunshine. I will try to rid your mind of anxieties telling you I will leave. I will stay.

Sirius, your feelings are important and are something I won't disregard or push away. You're allowed to cry and smile and get upset and feel every emotion in between. I love you, and please believe me when I say that I won't leave your side for being human.

Soon, you got together. Despite the clouds of grey in life, you stayed positive. You kept Sirius upright—kept him from worrying.

But, soon enough, Hallowe'en '81 came, and Sirius's sea monster thrashed until it escaped. God, that night he had his Father's and his brother's eyes. 

As he maniacally laughed with tears streaming down his face, he knew this was his fate.

In the end, Sirius Black was seen as a dedicated follower of The Dark Lord and a devoted member of The Noble House of Black.

In the end, Sirius Black couldn't escape his family line—he couldn't run away from his family line.

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[weasel-b33]

modern(ish)!eddie? and theatre!reader

eddie in his third (and hopefully final) senior year, because this is gonna be his year he swears it. but there is one thing…he hasn’t done extracurriculars. like zero. and no eddie sorry hellfire doesn’t count because im your counselor and i said so.

so what does he do? join theatre. he can be a techie or something he remembers some stuff from when he did it back in middle school. and robin said they were doing this show..what was it again. hannah? holly? oh shit right, heathers.

but the minute he walks in the director instantly is fond of his look and how he should at least audition for JD because why not? you miss 100 percent of the shots you don’t take or some other corny bullshit.

so he auditions. and oh right, turns out he can sing too?? that’s a plus yep your casted. we got our leading man!

shit. but who’s veronica? no. not beautiful and talented and like insanely sweet and has never said a bad thing to him reader. she just loves to perform but she’s never gotten the leading role so yeah eddie she’s a little nervous. and yeah eddie she’ll totally accept your invite to run over lines together. and oh yeah eddie we can totally practice the dead girl walking scene and make out right now. might as well get the nerves out of the way for when we run it on stage. totally. that’s the only reason. not because eddie has a massive middle school level on his hands and knees crush on you. no definitely not. definitely yes.

so chaos ensues and at the end of the show after your final bow and you and eddie run off stage together. he finally builds up the courage to ask you out. on a proper date pretty girl, not just to run lines

okay i’m done.

#eddie (mine) #i just watched heathers with my boyfriend and this was all i could think about #and i needed to get it out #I REALLY HOPE SOMEONE HAS ALREADY WEITTEN THIS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader

[imahyperfixatedbitch]

Not sure if you’ve done this before, but would you release your until Dawn character ranking? Who’s your favorite and why?

UNTIL DAWN SPOILERS !!

Heyy thank you so much for the ask I love getting them 🫶🫶

It was really hard to do this rank. To be honest, I like all of Until Dawn's characters, I even like the last character on the list, so:

1. Josh: I hate a lot of the things he says (especially about Ashley and Jessica even if he said them to motivate Chris and anger Mike) and a lot of things he did. But I do think he's a great character because he's the most interesting one to analyse, in my opinion. He's a really nuanced character, and he's really sympathetic. Like in the end you can't help but feel bad for him because you know none of it was his fault, everything is so unfair to him and as someone with younger siblings, I can definitely understand why he'd want revenge. And I could keep going about how he deserved better... Aside from that, he has some really iconic lines and moments. Especially as the psycho, I'm pretty sure I love all of the psycho scenes. Also, Rami Malek's acting is perfect he really made a difference. Josh just brought the drama, and honestly, his reveal made my jaw drop. He's iconic.

2. Chris: so chris is my second favourite because he's just so likeable to me. I feel like he reacted quite well to the events of the night (if you don't make the worst choices), yes he was in denial sometimes but who wouldn't? And he is a bit corny but it was 2015. He's a good friend to Josh and Sam, a good (potentially) boyfriend to Ashley. He has cool lines and he just seems like a cool dude. His monk prank nearly gave me a heart attack so props to him.

3. So Sam is also really likeable. She literally does nothing wrong! She's smart, beautiful, friendly, brave... But that's also a problem. She's too perfect. Not morally grey enough to me. I wish she just reacted more to things. I wish she was meaner to Mike, and I wish she stayed with Mike and Josh in the mines. Her leaving was so random, and it's less interesting than her staying. What I really like about her development is how she seems like she will be way less pacific and friendly after all of this when you see her in the credit scenes. She just seems so changed (understandable). Sadly, we will never see this side of her. I also wish we could see more of the relationship she had with Josh while dealing with the disappearance of his sisters since we know they bonded a lot over this. But hey, we can always imagine!

4. Emily: Yes, I am aware she's really hated, and I actually used to hate her too. But then I analysed her character, and I realised she's not a bad person. Sure, she has an attitude problem, and she uses Matt as a rebound (it doesn't necessarily make her a bad person, it's "just" unhealthy) while treating him badly sometimes (this is something that I hate about her tho); But everytime she got mad it was honestly valid: Hannah trying to get with Mike? Valid. (She did, however, overreact, and the others had no business joining in the prank) Jessica who was supposedly her best friend coming up with an awful prank to pretend she's helping her out, while she actually has a crush on her bf, then dating Mike after 2 of their friends disappeared because of the prank Jessica came up with since "she wanted Mike and Emily to stay happy together"? Valid!!!! Ashley and Mike threatening her with a gun?? Valid af! So yeah she never gets mad for no reason, plus she's a very capable woman and iconic (understand the palm of my hand bitch). The fandom is unfair (and misogynistic let's be honest) towards her.

5. Mike: So Mike is both an asshole and a hero, which kind of makes him interesting to me. Like he has funny moments and reactions, but he did really fucked up stuff. Like pranking his friend who has a crush on him!? It's so cruel for no reason. Potentially kill Emily too. But he can also be quite heroic, like when he runs after Hannah when she's dragging Jess away. Or how he tries to keep everyone together and just get everyone out of here. He has great survival and leadership skills. So I'm pretty mixed on him. I do think he had a bit too much alone screentime (we needed more from Jess and Matt). I do feel like he gets away with a lot of things.

6. Matt: So I really wanna root for the guy you know? Like I want him to get out of his relationship with Emily (even tho she can truly start loving him by the end), I want him to be happy. He's a good guy. And I really like that his character development starts if you stand up to Emily. But he didn't have enough screentime. So I can't rate him higher. I will give him props for traumatising me with his telescope jumpscare.

7. Jessica: So she's an asshole to me. But she's a bimbo and she's just so silly and goofy. I just can't hate her. She also went through a lot on the night, which makes me feel sympathy for her. But I can't rate her higher because 1. She's an asshole towards Hannah and Emily. 2. Not enough screentime.

8. Ashley: I know it's gonna be controversial. I DO like her, but I just don't understand her. She's a super interesting character to analyse. She's so morally grey, but sometimes I have a hard time feeling bad for her. I do think her freaking out was completely normal, tho. I don't understand the people who hate her because of that. I just feel like she rarely feels bad for people. She's a bit egoistic. Her letting Chris die was not fair to me. Yes, of course, it's normal to hate Chris if she shoots her. But he did it because he thought he had no choice. He was under the influence of fear. He would never kill her if he didn't have to. He thought his own life was at risk. But her not opening the door was not under the influence of fear. She did it out of pettiness. She was not risking her life by opening the door. And even if she actually did it because of fear, she would look terrified while Chris is getting killed. But she was just staring. She almost seemed to enjoy it. She also wanted Mike to shoot Emily. It seems like she completely loses control when she's on stressful situations (understandable) and shows no sympathy to others. So, it makes it hard for me to connect with her. I still think she's a good character and very interesting. And she brought cool moments to the game (like letting Chris die was kind of shocking/funny and cool because it's a great butterfly effect). Forgot to mention how her honesty goes down if she shows remorse for the prank which is icky to me 😬

Anyways, thank you for the ask. Don't hesitate to debate with me and send more asks. Love y'all 🫶 I'm not checking the writing. Sorry for the typos, English is not my first language.

#until dawn #supermassive games

[nicholsroy]

January updates & February goals

Blog | Monthly updates

Well. It sure has been some type of month.

Writing updates

Query preparations: Making very good progress on LIFE IN BLACK AND WHITE’s query prep, which is my writing focus at the moment. The structural and line edits to the book (as described in x post) have been substantially more extensive than expected – hence the significant delays from my original querying timeline – but I’m very happy with them. I won’t go into specifics on the progress of the edits or on my revised timeline for fear of jinxing myself once again, but I will say edits are approximately 70% done at this point.

Other projects: While editing/preparing to query this month I haven’t really been working on anything else in tandem as it’s been a pretty busy beginning of the year for me, but I certainly have been doing my fair share of brainstorming for various side projects nonetheless… SUPERNOVA’s worldbuilding in particular seems to be expanding by the day (mostly in my brain, though I do have an ongoing “dump” document for it). I also have the short project I mentioned briefly in last month’s post, which I’m making extremely slow progress on as inspiration strikes. I also have fledgling concepts for two projects I currently envision as novellas (but I’m an overwriter, so they may well evolve into full novels if I end up developing them). One is a speculative horror and the other is… harder to describe in terms of genre but it’s definitely also horror-adjacent – kind of body/medical horror if that makes sense? In classic THE DOTTED LINE news, TDL is back on the backburner and I haven’t touched it in a couple months.

Submissions: None so far in 2024, but there are things in the works. Stay tuned for *checks notes* March or April’s post.

Writing goals for February

Finish my edits for LIFE IN BLACK AND WHITE’s final manuscript!

Get the manuscript printed so I can make one of those corny-ass “10 Year Challenge” posts (except it’s actually 13 years as of *checks notes* next Monday) with that photo of me with the completed first drafts in 2011. Yes, I’ve been waiting years to do that. Call the cringe police. Call the cheesy social media post emergency hotline.

Reading updates

Read this month (+ my ratings)

Tamsyn Muir – Harrow the Ninth (4.5/5)

Donna Tartt – The Goldfinch (4/5)

Hannah Mary McKinnon – The Revenge List (3/5)

Tamsyn Muir – Nona the Ninth (5/5)

Alex [Last name] – The Survivors (3/5)

Currently reading

Gabriel Garcia Marquez – Love in the Time of Cholera

February TBR

Rafael Nicolas – Angels Before Man

Carmen Maria Machado – In the Dream House

Julia Armfield – Our Wives Under the Sea

#update #writeblr #blog

[strangesmallbard]

Top 5 sci fi TV shows

1. battlestar galactica (2004) - i watched bsg in 2011 at age 16 and it fired previously unheard of neurons in my soupy depressed teenage brain. the existentialism is off the fucking charts. the characters are SUBLIME. i still cry whenever i heard the adama & roslin theme song. bsg also sparked my love for sci-fi! before that, i mainly read and watched fantasy. i’ve been meaning to do a rewatch because i want to see how much my thoughts have changed as an adult.

2. warehouse 13 - what if some items were PLOT RELEVANT and had SPECIAL POWERS and a team of SECRET AGENTS neutralized their powers via dumping them in PURPLE GOO. fantastically fun show. you will cry though. and you will always think hg wells is a bisexual woman that looks like jaime murray.

3. killjoys - i lovingly describe this show as badgood television. one of the last syfy shows to embrace wacky 90’s sci-fi, complete with practical effects, stupid filler episodes, found families, and corny lines that only make the show better. there’s also two evil lesbians! who are in LOVE with each other! and oh my god just look at hannah john kamen…

4. star trek: deep space nine - still haven’t finished this show because it’s sooo fucking good and i don’t want to run out of episodes. (unfortunately that means i’ve put off watching all the other treks until i finish LMAO) the pilot made me sob and that never happens. every character is a genuine delight. KIRA NERYS….JADZIA DAX….BEN SISKO. has the legendary lesbian kiss scene that panicked conservatives across america. have i mentioned kira nerys

5. fringe - haven’t wanted to engage with fringe since learning about jasika nicole’s experiences on set, but it’s a fantastic procedural sci-fi show about weird science and parallel universes with wonderfully memorable characters. fringe also taught me about the potential for tv to explore themes and motifs in longform storytelling, which influences the way i analyze tv today.

#x files honorable mention! i know it’s sci-fi but i weirdly don’t think of it as sci-fi. you know #anonymous #ask

[thesinglesjukebox]

AMAARAE - "CO-STAR"

Rachel Saywitz welcomes us to Co-Star Blurber dot net: it’s dot com!

[7.07]

Rachel Saywitz: "Co-Star" is for bad bitches, for cunty bitches, for lovely bitches, for me, I'm the bitch that will always be right out of Amaarae's periphery of paramours, because according to her, "Aries bitches bad / But damn, I'll pass please." It's hard to think you're a bad bitch on bad days, but "Co-Star" makes it easy -- the music sounds like it's a clear spring on a heavenly day, and Amaarae sounds like a goddess: she flutters, and teases, and sighs, and god, if I don't want to live in her delicate gasps and sharp tongue; she sings the chorus like she's distributing hot flashes on your skin. This is pop at its peak -- irreverent and sexy, perfect for dancing, fucking, for jumping alone in your room, for bobbing your head on the subway to get out all the nervous energy that comes after hanging out with a crush, for crying silently on the same subway after a bad day because you need to be reminded that you're a bad bitch. And I think the beauty of "Co-Star" is related to the latter, in its total acceptance of every sun and moon and star that you are -- no matter how much Amaarae teases, her motives are clear: she'll still have every part of you. [10]

William John: Maybe astrology is corny; maybe cramming a reference to each astrological sign into a three minute pop song as though it's an assignment for a creative writing class is cornier; maybe I'm ultimately far too entranced by the harp flutters and the pummelling, breathless chorus to care about corniness. [9]

Brad Shoup: Like "New Rules," but if it was only a hit on Twitter. [6]

Katherine St Asaph: This many astrological yuks and not a single Uranus joke. [3]

Hannah Jocelyn: "Mambo No. 5" with astrological signs instead of girls. Add two points for the Nina Sky reference, and one more for that kick drum, which lends the barrage of puns some actual weight and urgency. [7]

Michael Hong: Have you ever used Co-Star? The app is in no way just about horoscopes and prediction, but for the non-religious, it's a tool for connection. Astrological sign, like MBTI, isn't so much about understanding, but the invitation to understand -- "what's your sign?" is a shallow conversation starter in the same vein of "what school did you graduate from?" or "do you prefer cats or dogs?" When Amaraae runs through the signs here, it's like a roulette for her next interest -- the characteristics are unimportant, it's the connection that she's chasing after. "Co-Star" is passionate and heated the way any relationship built on astrological compatibility is. It's short and sounds like she's constantly chasing after immediate pleasure. Covered in sweat under the beat, the only thing left to say is, "I'm a Virgo, what's your sign?" [8]

Nortey Dowuona: Learning Cadenza was involved in this was excellent. He's produced "3210" by Jeshi, "Vibes" by Allan Kingdom, "Wet Vagina" by Doja Cat and "Where Did I Go" by Jorja Smith, which put her on the map -- at least for me. amaarae needed no such assist, she was already a star once she enlisted him, alongside KYU Steed and KZ the Producer to complete this song. All the above songs have loping, pulsing drum programming that feels hand played and slow despite the bpm, and Co-Star breaks from that to be a faster more driven song, slipping through 3 drum patterns -- afrobeat, tropical house and of course, amapiano log drums. (there's also an elongated bass line which is actually a trademark of his work.) And in a nice twist, the song is allowed to slowly close its curtains with the drums still twirling, the silky synth line settling onto the ground, closing with a stop -- but not a final one. [10]

Wayne Weizhen Zhang: This year, when it was finally my turn to select the book for my queer book club, I picked Larry Mitchell's "The Faggots and Their Friends Between Revolutions," a fantastical fable about faggots, faggatinas, dykelets, faeries, women, and others making their way through the treacherous world of men. "Co-Star," with all of its cosmic revelations, seems like it'd naturally be the soundtrack for that fictional universe: abundant with its astrology, bumping with its beat, and generous with its humor. [7]

Micha Cavaseno: Post-afrobeats gone neuro-funk that loves to dissolve into the ether in a delightful fizz, but somehow manages to keep a weird bottom to it that feels constantly disintegrating yet still too rigid at the same time. It's a hallucinatory tantalization for 3 or 4 different ideas to land, and nothing is ever coming close. A great little trick, but unsure if it's the best thing to do for a song. [5]

Ian Mathers: Look, this is absolutely a bop but it is very funny to be going "baby, just tell me" right after you've just run through all of the signs and why they are mostly horrendous. There is just no way that is going to end well! [8]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: This is so damn frothy that I can't help but enjoy it -- it's not my favorite song off of Fountain Baby but I can't help but admire the way that she stacks her astrological puns, stringing them together like fighting game combos. Weirdly, though, I like the bits of "Co-star" where Amaarae gets away from her conceit better -- by the end, when she comes up for air, you almost want her to plunge back in again. [7]

Taylor Alatorre: I don't care for astrology, which is why I love this. I love that its conceit-based songwriting invites me to not take the subject matter too seriously, even as Amaarae herself clearly knows it well enough to write about it with such ease and finesse. By keeping things light and brisk and "air"-y at all times, she frees me from the burden of having to particularly care about the difference between a sun and a moon sign, allowing me to experience the lyrics as simply a fun little game of word association. The utter commitment to the bit, coupled with the level of confidence that it both requires and exposes, wears down any pre-existing resistance to being taken in by a gimmick, instead making me feel I've been granted entrance to a club I shouldn't be in. This is just nerdcore hip hop for women, and it pwns. [8]

Will Adams: Amaarae, on Libras: "Them Libra bitches horrible." Beyoncé, on Libras: "Fun like a Libra, he stays on my mind." I am being completely objective and unbiased in saying that I do not care too much for this "Co-Star" song! [5]

Dorian Sinclair: I experience some brief disappointment every time I hear "Co-Star" start up, because I am a sucker for interesting harp music and that conceit gets dropped almost immediately. I can't stay mad though, because I'm too busy being charmed by how hard Amaarae commits to her lyrical conceit. Basically every line in this song relates back to the core "astrology" theme, and that kind of adherence to message is something I can't help but respect, even if the song were not a bop (but it's a bop). Is that Sagittarius of me? I have no goddamn clue. But Amaarae would know! [7]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: It's weird to have watched Davido spend the past decade constantly finding ways to stretch his brand of Afrobeats, and to now find his music extremely traditional (tone: neutral) alongside the continued ascendance of Amaarae, Cruel Santino, and Odunsi (The Engine). The problem, though, is that alté's hit rate has never been so high: the songs are largely intriguing in their fashionable Afrofusion, but they rarely have the hooks to anchor the ideas. "Co-Star" showcases this well, as it walks a terribly thin line between featherlight and vaporous nothing. Amaarae's voice is too wispy for the synth to be pogoing so carefree; we already have harps and hi-hats -- why not something deeper to round out the song? Still, her delivery is just prickly and playful enough to transcend pure vibes. There's also something profound about hearing her sing about rising water levels as the synth pads embody that exact scenario. She comes out the other end of it with the same beatific tone, like she's dancing in the rain. That she longs for an air is perfect. After all, a water can help one trust their heart, right? [6]

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[togrowoldinv]

NOT ME IMMEDIATELY THINKING AFTER SEEING YOURE FROM TENNESSEE “oh wow she’s from tennessee…that’s why she’s the only ten i see 😌” send help omfg pick up lines got to me 😭

Oh my hahaha! To tell you truth, in the town I live in and am from no one really uses that line because we’re mostly all from here 😂

I think it’s a great pick up line though 😆

#I think I heard it on Hannah Montana once #I love corny pick up lines

[stressedemoblackbratz]

romantic dreams

pairing: elliot x fem!reader

warnings: swearing and drug usage.

request: i was wondering if you could do elliot x reader where he and the reader are dating and she’s a poster child like miley cyrus was in her hannah montana days.

a/n: i really had no direction in this, but i hope you enjoy babes!

words: 603 + not proofread

so why wait to discover your dream? now is your chance.

Fez blinked.

that’s all he could do.

“so you dating the Disney chick?” he asked as Rue rolled up beside Elliot.

Elliot’s eyes shot up from the blunt before they focused on Fez’s blank gaze. he nodded at him. he knew Fez had seen them dip off at the party a few weeks ago.

“uh…yeah?” he answered before his eyes flicked down to see Rue still trying to roll.

“so don’t that mean like…” Fez started before stopping and thinking. “like you need to not do drugs. i hear them industry plants have it bad when it comes to their image.” he questioned as Rue finally finished rolling.

Fez tossed Elliot the lighter so he could light it. the lighters fire brightened up Elliot’s face before disappearing.

“i do drugs in private for a reason. not openly in front of everyone at a party.” Elliot explained. his thoughts drifted off as he thought back to New Years.

he had locked you and him in the laundry room the best he could as he did a line off your chest.

“their role model pretty princess is getting ruined at some weak ass party instead of going over her lines.” Elliot smiled, bending up from your chest to stare at you.

“…I guess these are the wrong lines huh?” you laughed before kissing him.

“so like do her label or whatever not know she’s dating someone.” Fez asked breaking through Elliot’s train of thought.

Rue nodded before handing the blunt to Elliot.

“yeah Eli…fuck the drugs. you have face tattoo’s. they let that shit slide?” Rue asked him.

he came to get high, not interrogated.

“you two hear enough stories to know nobody in that realm knows we’re together.” Elliot said while blowing out a cloud of smoke.

“once she’s done with that kiddy shit and doing like…some horror movie or some other shit though? she’s out of that contract? we’re definitely going public.” he said sitting up to hand Fez the blunt. Fez nodded as he took a hit.

“headlines gonna read, “once beloved child actress and face tatted beau party in Cuba” or some wild ass shit.” Rue laughed and Elliot snickered with her.

Faye suddenly stumbled into the room, tripping over her own feet.

“u-uh you two sell to actresses?!” Faye slightly yelled with her eyes wide. her chest was heaving, her skin was flushed, and her shirt was dirty.

either she had been running or being weird again.

Ash came in right after with you in tow, rolling his eyes at the blonde. “no bitch. we sell to her boyfriend.” he said as you crossed the threshold and grabbed the blunt from Fez.

“bro…” Fez said looking at Ashtray. “be nice.”

Ash walked away with a huff and you sat right beside Elliot, pulling your legs in his lap as he started to rub them.

“i do date the actress.” he laughed as Faye stared at you two with her mouth open.

“you still watch Disney?” you asked her. when she nodded you rose a brow at her. “my shows corny as hell, are you okay?”

“she obviously not okay. she living here.” Rue mumbled.

“you wrong for that shit.” you said while placing the blunt between Elliot’s lips, waiting for him to pull so you could kiss him through the smoke.

“i need to lay down.” Faye said before leaving the room.

“yeah…” Fez said as she walked away.

“that girl needs help.”

“no for real because i’m in the show, and you can’t pay me to watch it.”

#euphoria #euphoria imagine #elliot euphoria #euphoria x reader #fezco euphoria #elliot x reader #elliot imagine #rue bennett #ashtray euphoria #faye euphoria

[ravenadottir]

Alrightly, I’m currently in bed with a heating pad cuz it’s just that time. I’m watching some Lifetime movies (on LMN) and I’m sure Brasil probably has that channel with either subtitles or dubbed line reads. That last time I visited family there, they had a channel that I watched. Lifetime movies are a genuine love of mine because they’re so terrible that they’re amazing. The reused plots, reused sets, reused actors, terrible acting (most of the time), awful stunt work, I just can’t get enough of their “steamy” thrillers. Now I will admit that there are good movies but the majority are not. If you look up a few trailers for Lifetime movies, you’ll understand what I mean (you’ll also basically watch the whole movie through the trailer).

I wanna know which LIs you think would sit with MC to watch these movies either genuinely enjoying them or just to make MC happy.

oh yeah! i know the lifetime movies, it's become a running gag in the movie community. just as famous as "cw production value" when something is terrible or cheap looking.

let's go li by li and whether they would or not, and why:

lucas. "this looks awful" he says while reading the sinopsis.

'that's why i want to watch it... that's the point!"

"why would you do that to yourself? watch something you know you're gonna hate, on purpose?"

"just watch, you'll know what i mean." by the time the movie ends he's hiding his face because he kind of likes how bad they are.

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kassam. i already headcanon him, multiple times, that he's a lover of trash movies, like sharknado or any zombeaver variation. he's probably not as excited but he'll sit down and watch because mc knows how to convince him: "babe, you think sharknado is a masterpiece."

"yes! because it is! it's so bad it's actually fun!"

"trust me, you'll love to hate this so much you're gonna thank me later." and he kinda does. he loves to hate these mushy movies.

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gary would also sit down and watch. he's already used to watching bad soap operas and telenovelas with his nan. what's a 2-hour movie? but be aware, he's the type that talks when frustrated, so he's definitely pointing out mistakes and bad camera work, or stunts.

lottie might be reluctant but i can even see her sparing a couple of tears at the end, saying something like "nobody is gonna believe you" when blowing her nose. remember... she cries with titanic 💀

bobby might say exactly what you said: "it's so terrible it's actually good." he's not mad about it at all, and might be even excited, especially if one of the characters is a baker. pointing out mistakes in food themed movies is a hobby of his.

carl. he's gonna sit down, have his food and drink ready, only to fall asleep in the first ten minutes. and snore loudly. and eventually wake up and pretend nothing happened.

henrik. he's gonna have an edible beforehand because he doesn't like movies, but that will make him have even more fun. he might even cry when the little kid says something sweet, or when the couple gets together in the end. "that was so... terrible. i love it." and start laughing.

noah. he hates them. "no one is that corny." but he sits down and watches it with her because even though he doesn't like to admit it he loves to hate them.

hannah might actually like them, unironically. she's a writer and will definitely pick up mistakes the screenwriters committed but like... it's a guilty pleasure of hers. she even has a favorite actress and theme and it's princess related. poor girl meets prince, prince falls in love, there's a conspiracy to split them up that often involves a letter for some reason, girl leaves humiliated, prince finds out and tells his mom off, princen catches up with poor girl, poor girl becomes princess. rinse and repeat. she eats that shit up every time, and often cries over the movies.

marisol, priya, elisa and ibrahim would never. and i respect them for that. after a first try they would have the answer ready to go whenever mc asked, and it's 'NO 💙'

#litg #love island the game #litg s2 #litg season 2 #litg bobby #litg carl #litg elisa #litg gary #litg henrik #litg ibrahim #litg kassam #litg lottie #litg lucas #litg marisol #litg noah #litg priya #queue #group asks #post-villa

[kpophours]

The Shape of You

➵ The Boyz: Sunwoo x fem. reader / one shot, soulmate AU, college AU / fluff

➵ warnings: slight cursing

➵ word count: 2.8k

You curse under your breath, dragging the pencil over the paper in front of you, adding two more lines to your drawing. Your fingers begin to cramp, but you try to push through the slight pain, desperate to finish this today. Suddenly, your door bursts open, making you jump and squeal, pencil falling from your hand. You quickly scan your drawing and sigh in relief when you see you didn’t mess it up. You swivel in your chair to glare at your roommate and best friend, the person responsible for giving you a miniature heart attack, but her bright smile makes you soften immediately. “I made dinner!”, she says, wiping her hands on the pink apron she’s wearing, the bold red lettering reading ‘don’t judge, I’m not a professional cook’ - you gave it to her last Christmas, and it makes you smile every time you see it, the quote an inside joke between you two, “I already called you a few times but I guess you’ve been too absorbed in your work.” You return her smile and nod. “Yeah, sorry. I really want to finish this tonight.”, you explain, and she crosses the room to peer over your shoulder, her eyes taking in the soft lines and dark shadows of your drawing, “What- no, who is that? Is that… Is that him?”, Hannah asks, and tilts her head to one side. You shrug, cheeks heating up. “Yeah, that’s the face I’ve been seeing in my dreams. It has been less blurry these last few nights, and I can finally remember more details.”, you murmur, fingers gently tracing the outlines of the face you’ve been trying to draw.

A sharp jawline, dark hair falling into incredibly big, deep eyes. You’ve been seeing small glimpses of this face in your dreams for years now - not every night, but more often than not. During most of those nights nights, his face has been turned away from you, sometimes you had been able to see glimpses of his profile, or just his smile - but most mornings, the details had quickly faded from your memory again. The boy of your dreams - and you don’t mean this in a sappy, corny way, but quite literally - has been haunting you in blurred lines and vague shapes for half your life now. But this morning, it’s finally been different, this morning you were able to recall his beautiful big eyes, deep with warmth and mischief. The rest of the face is still blurry, but you have the feeling you’ll soon be able to recall more and more details.

“I’m still glad my soulmate tell was so much easier than yours.”, your best friend says, her hand coming to rest on your shoulder. You smile up at her, tracing the tattoo on the inside of her wrist. You know the same one is gracing the wrist of her soulmate and boyfriend Chanyeol. They were lucky enough to find each other during their first week of college, after they quite literally ran into each other - Hannah spilling her coffee all over Chanyeol’s favorite shirt. You still remember how your best friend had come home that night, eyes shining, cheeks bright, her smile never leaving her face. Till this day, you still don’t fully comprehend how utterly perfect her and Chanyeol are for each other - even though you shouldn’t be surprised, soulmates usually make perfect couples. Of course not everyone always finds their soulmate - some also have “normal” relationships. Some meet their soulmates only very late in life, some very early on. It’s different for everyone - just like the soulmate tells are different for each person. But Hannah’s right, matching tattoos are way easier to figure out than seeing each other in dreams, especially when the dreams fade way too quickly in the morning, or the person you’re supposed to see is just a vague, blurry shape. 

“I hope I’ll be able to remember more of his face from now on. Maybe this means he’s… he’s closer to me now?”, you say, trying not to sound too hopeful. Hannah squeezes your shoulder. “I’m sure it does. Come on, let’s eat now - I made your favorite tonight.”, she answers gently, and you immediately jump up. “Why didn’t you say so?”, you tease her, and she laughs, following you out of your room and into the kitchen. 

As soon as you open your eyes, you reach towards your nightstand to grab the notebook and pencil you placed there last evening. This morning, you’re finally able to remember the exact curve of his smile, so you scribble frantically, trying to fit the bright smile into the drawing you began yesterday evening. The face is still incomplete, half in shadow and too blurry to make out every detail. You don’t know if you’ve managed to capture the exact shape of his chin yet, and his eyebrows - are they maybe a bit fuller? You groan, and fall back into your pillows, blowing some of your hair out of your face. “Why are you always disappearing again?”, you muse silently, and close your eyes, desperately trying to remember the exact shape of his face. What shade of tan is his skin, exactly? And his hair - you’re not sure if it’s black or brown. Maybe it’s even a bit reddish? 

The more you try to remember, the more his face seems to disappear again, the details slipping away from your grasp.

You only remember his deep eyes, and his bright smile.

But one thing you know for sure - he’s ridiculously handsome. 

The rest, it seems, has to wait for another morning. 

Over the next few weeks, you begin to recall more and more details of your soulmate’s face. The exact brown of his eyes, for example. His hair is a faded red, probably dyed. His nose looks extremely boopable, you think. His smile makes your heart race, and one morning, you wake up with his laugh still ringing in your ear. 

Your drawing gets more detailed with every passing day, until one evening, you have finally managed to draw a complete face. 

You were right - he’s handsome, incredibly so. In your drawing, he’s smiling, but by now you’re also able to recall how his face looks when he’s not smiling. You grin, noting that both of you seem to have a serious case of the so-called “resting bitch face”. “Truly meant to be, huh.”, you murmur, adding a few more shadows around his jawline, until you’re pleased with the final result. You take a sip of the tea Hannah has brought you over an hour ago, it’s cold by now, but you still drink it. Just then, there’s a knock on your door, and you make a “Mh?” under your breath, letting the person outside know it’s okay to come in. Chanyeol sticks his head through the doorframe, dark hair falling messily into his brown puppy eyes. He gives you a happy smile which you immediately return. “Hey there! Hannah and I are about to make pancakes, you want some, too?”, he asks, and you chuckle. “Hannah and you, huh? I think you mean only Hannah is going to make pancakes. You’re almost as much of a mess in the kitchen as I am, Yeol.”, you retort, and he ducks his head. “Uh, maybe. I might help with the batter though - just no cracking eggs for me, you know how that turned out last time.”, he admits, and you make a disgusted face when you recall the taste of eggshell in your otherwise yummy pancakes, “Anyway, you want some or not?”, he inquires again, and you nod. “I’ll never say no to Hannah’s pancakes. I’ll be there in a second.”, you answer, and he gives you the thumbs up before closing the door again. You sigh and gaze at your drawing again. “Who and where are you, dream boy?”, you murmur, before stuffing the drawing back into your sketchbook, finally joining Hannah and Chanyeol in the kitchen.

The next few days pass without anything exciting happening, and before you know it, school is starting again. You usually dislike the first day of class, everything is unfamiliar again, and you always get lost on your way to find the right buildings and rooms, but weirdly enough, today is different - everything goes smoothly, and you even have time to get yourself a tea on your way to your first class. You find a good seat not too far in the back, but also not too close to the teacher, and begin to unpack your notebook and pencils. You rarely take notes on your laptop, preferring to do so in a real notebook as you find the scratching of your pen on paper weirdly calming. You also love to doodle when you don’t take notes, and that’s much more fun to do on paper as well.

Over the next few minutes, more and more students begin to file into the classroom, and for some reason, you suddenly feel kind of giddy, nervously bouncing your leg while gnawing on your lower lip. Soon, the teacher gives his introduction, and begins to talk about this semester’s syllabus. About halfway through the class, there’s a small commotion when the door opens again, and a very late student slips inside the classroom. When you turn around to see who’s making all the fuss, you only see the back of his head - his hair is a faded reddish color, definitely dyed. For a second, the shape of the person seems oddly familiar… But then, you just shake your head, a small smile playing on your lips when you think about all the crazy hair colors you’ve had over the past few years, until Hannah basically forced you to give your scalp a rest. “You’ll go bald if you don’t!” Seeing the faded red color now, you kinda miss your own colorful looks. Mhm, maybe you could at least get some bangs soon.

The rest of the class passes rather quickly, and a glance at the watch says you have almost an entire hour until your next lecture begins. You text Hannah, asking how her first class went and if she’s free right now. She answers quickly, saying she’s already on the way to her next lecture but that you guys can grab lunch together. Occupied with answering her, you don’t notice that the person in front of you has come to a sudden halt. You squeal when you run into a broad back, dropping your phone to the floor, the sound of the screen landing on the hard concrete almost deafening in your ears. “Oh fuck.”, you mutter under your breath, praying to whatever God or Goddess is listening that your screen isn’t cracked - you definitely don’t have the money to get it fixed. Thankfully, the case seems to have protected your phone from the worst. You exhale, relieved, before straightening and getting ready to tell off the person responsible for this accident. “And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why you don’t text and walk at the same time.”, a male voice says, sarcasm lacing his words, and you look up to glare at him. 

The second you lay eyes on him though, your heart just stops for a few seconds, before beginning to race again, hammering against your rib cage.

You silently gape at the boy in front of you, taking in the red dyed hair hanging messily into deep dark eyes. His lips are pulled into a cocky grin, his head tilted to one side, showing off his sharp jawline, arms crossed over his chest, a backpack slung over one shoulder. 

Oh how often have you drawn that face by now. 

You know the exact curve of his lips, plump and rosy and almost a bit too kissable for your liking, and by now, you know way too well how your fingers always itch to brush his too long hair out of eyes that seem to hold all the stars and galaxies in them. 

“You.”, you breathe out, and it seems that he finally recognizes you too, as his eyes get even bigger and the cocky grin slips from his face, replaced by an awe-filled smile. “Oh my God - it’s you! You’ve… you’ve been in all my dreams.”, he says in a rush, just when you open your mouth to say the same. A giddy smile splits open your face, and you nod excitedly. “Just as you’ve been in mine.”, you answer, breathlessly, and like two magnets being pulled towards each other, you both take a step closer. “I’m Sunwoo.”, he introduces himself, sounding a bit breathless himself, before he holds out his hand for you to take. You accept his handshake, feeling electricity shoot through your whole body when your skin makes contact with his for the first time. “I’m Y/N, it’s nice to finally see you - really see you, that is.” When he smiles at you in earnest this time, you swear your heart stops again, before beginning to race twice as fast as before. “Well, I think I already have a favorite class this semester.”, Sunwoo murmurs, unconsciously tugging you closer to him, your hand still securely held in his. “I think so, too.”, you answer, and return his smile while looking at him, drowning in his deep, sparkling eyes. He cups one side of your face with his other hand, brushing some of your hair back behind your ear. “I’ve waited so long for you.”, he whispers, and you feel your throat close up at his words. “Me too.”, you answer, and slide both arms around his waist. He sighs, returning your hug and placing his chin on top of your head. You listen to his quick heartbeat, mirroring your own racing one, noticing how normal and right it already feels to touch him.

You just fit - like two puzzle pieces, finally put together again. 

The fateful day you met your soulmate for the first time would forever be engraved into your mind.

Since then, Sunwoo’s hair had gone through some changes - he had redyed it red for the first few months, until it had faded to a soft brown again, and then he decided to just go back to black. You had asked him once to dye it a bright pink, but he had just given you a funny look, shaking his head before continuing to watch your favorite movie - The Cat in the Hat, your choice for this week’s movie night. A few days later, you yourself had dyed your hair a bright pink, almost giving Hannah a heart attack when you opened the door to her room. 

Over the next few years, there were many amazing first experiences you shared with Sunwoo - your first dinner together (Hannah had been so nice to cook for you guys because apparently, you didn’t only share the resting bitch face, but also the inability to cook anything edible), your first kiss (yes, Sunwoo’s lips felt just as amazing as they looked), the first night spent with each other (you had talked about literally everything and anything until the first rays of sunshine had crept into your bedroom), your first holiday as a couple (a road trip gone horribly wrong, with you guys having to spend the night in the car because one of you (you were pretty sure it was Sunwoo’s fault) had typed in the wrong address into the navigation system), your first big fight (now you don’t even remember what it was about, but you had both sulked for two days until making up, the longest you had ever gone without speaking to each other), your first encounter with each other’s families (teasing Sunwoo about his younger sister being taller than him had quickly become one of your favorite hobbies) and finally, your first apartment together (it was a teeny tiny flat, but you filled it with many beautiful memories).

You knew that many more first experiences were still waiting for you - like adopting some pets together (you were already looking at cute kittens), and maybe a wedding one day (you had to admit, after attending Hannah and Chanyeol’s wedding and crying buckets when they said their vows, you weren’t as opposed to the concept of marriage anymore), and probably also having a family of your own together - one day, in the still far away future. 

You couldn’t wait to share the rest of your life with your other half, your soulmate, the person you called your home - and you knew that Sunwoo felt the exact same way.

for my light, my love, my Summer @sunmoonieverse​ 💞

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[fandomgalore-blog]

Rating all Disney Channel Original Musical Movies from best to worse. This is rated strictly by JUST the storyline and NOT the music. I already made a list for that.

Also HSM 3, the Lizzie McGuire Movie, and Hannah Montana the movie aren’t gonna be on here since they were theatrical releases. Also, no Sharpay Fabulous Adventure cuz it didn’t really give me musical vibes.

Let’s begin!

1. Lemonade Mouth- This is one of the few musicals on Disney that would be equally as good if there were no music involved. The characters are relatable and likeable, the actors are amazing, and the message is beautiful. Literally one of my fav DCOM’s in general! Everyone needs to see it once!

2. High School Musical 2- dude this movie has some of the most iconic and quotable lines and lyrics from all three movies. Troy is at his peak dramatic teen boy and the choreography is to die for. The gorgeous setting is unique compared to the other two films. Truly one of Disney’s best!

3. Cheetah girls 2- literally the best of the trilogy and no I will not listen to anyone else’s opinion on that. Fantastic settings and costume designs, loved the plots and my god the CHOREOGRAPHY!! And Drew Seeley sings in this too!!

4. Descendants 2- my fav of the trilogy and it has everything to do with the villains of this one and the clothing. We stan Ms. China Anne McClain in this household. Also, Carlos is so adorable in this one!!

5. High school musical- how could this not be in the top 5? It was the start of something new (ha) for many spin offs of this series. It’s still loved and danced to 15 years later. There’s even a tv spin off of it (don’t check it out. The fandom is AWFUL)

6. Camp Rock- Iconic introduction to Demi and the Jonas Brothers who made so many children across the world childhoods better. Iconic ending with iconic songs. I wasn’t too fond of the characters themselves though.

7. Descendants- The first movie is so much fun! We get introduced to our VK’s and get to see them thrive. I loved Carlos and Jay so much in this movie.

8. Camp Rock 2: Final Jam- super fun to rewatch! I’m a huge Jonas Bros fan and love Demi. It’s not nearly as good as the movies above it though if we’re being honest.

9. Teen Beach Movie- I judged this movie so hard before watching it because it looked so corny and I knew it was some love child between Grease and West Side Story. When I finally watched it, I ended up loving it! I love me some Jordan and Ross, so that could be part of it. Super fun story!

10. Let it shine- Of course it’s in the top ten! I adored this film, especially since it took place in my capital city. It was engaging and I loved all the main actors so much. Who knew Everybody Hates Chris had some rapping skills? Also, Chloe and Halle make a cameo!

11. Cheetah girls- tbh I was never too crazy about the first movie and just watch it for the music instead of the plot. Before you come for me, imagine the movie without the music. Boring isn’t it? Yeah...

12. Descendants 3- most definitely the weakest movie in the trilogy. There were too many characters which led to them not knowing what to do with them. Only Mal and Evie really did anything of significance. They introduced characters without using them too. Carlos and Jay are some of the mains but were barely in it.

13. Starstruck- definitely wasn’t Disney’s best musical one. I love the actors in this movie and two of the songs a lot, so maybe that’s why it’s higher than the ones below. But I understand why a lot of people aren’t fans.

14. Zombies- I love the message of teaching kids to be anti-prejudice! I’d put this higher if I didn’t enjoy the movies above more. But the acting was a little cartoony

15. Cheetah Girls 3- I hate to put a cheetah girl movie so low, but if you’ve seen it I think you can agree it just didn’t hit the same without our girl Raven. Also, idky I just wasn’t feeling the storyline as much as the other films.

16. Pixel Perfect- such a fun movie to watch and the only reason it’s this low is because the others have more of an emotional connection to me.

17. Zombies 2- it didn’t slap like the first one to me. Also, they did Megan dirty for making her wear that party city wig

18. Teen beach 2- I did not like this film really at all. The plot seemed insane to me. They should’ve just let the first movie sit by itself.

19. Freaky Friday- I really wasn’t feeling this movie at all. Maybe I’d like it more if I saw the musical live.

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[sp1rit-realm]

do u think you could write something about reader feeling time is too fast and remus comforts her? maybe at the aquarium?

the way i have no recollection of posting this or writing any responses. anyway, here's a shitty fic i wrote while extremely sleepy:

⋆°✩ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘀𝗲𝗮 ✩° ⋆

⋆°✩ notes ✩° ⋆ 𖦹 gn!reader (no pronouns used) 𖦹 shitty writing (save from one line that i rlly like) 𖦹 there was another ask abt remus's reaction when you cry, so i kinda merged them

⋆°✩ word count ✩° ⋆ 𖦹 420

Remus Lupin hated when people cried. He was always so awkward. What is someone supposed to do in that situation? Hug them? Pat them on the head? Are you supposed to tell them it'll be okay? He had no clue.

So, naturally, when you first cried to him, he panicked; It happened before you were dating. He was wondering if it was appropriate to hug you. Could he touch you? He needed to figure it out. He was so busy in his head that he forgot you were crying until you asked him if he could hug you.

And oh, did he hug you. He held you like smoke—like you were dissipating, and he needed to hold onto you—collect you—assure that you would still be there when he opened his eyes.

He cried that day, too. He was so incredibly fond of you and seeing you sob was gut-wrenching. He told you he liked you the next day.

Now, he knew how to comfort you. He kisses your tears away, selfishly letting some of them drip so far down they touch your lips. He holds you the way he did the first time, but now, he whispers sweet nothings into your hair. He knows how to cheer you up. Hot chocolate usually does the trick 'cause how can someone cry when their partner is laughing at their foam mustache? You certainly couldn't.

One time, you cried to Remus about how you felt life was moving too fast, so he took you to the aquarium. He brought you to the "deep sea" section because it was dark and usually somewhat vacant. 

'Time seems to move slower down here,' He told you. 

Your hands found each other's, and you felt each and every callus that called his hand home. 

There was a jellyfish. It seemed to have no cares in the world as it floated by. 

Remus was right; time did feel slower down here.

You were convinced that if you brought an hourglass down here, the sand would fall so slowly that you could watch every grain slip through the center and hit the sand below.

Tears silently poured from your eyes, and your face felt like the salty water in which the creatures thrived.

It didn't take long for Remus to notice your wet face. The blue lighting illuminated your tears, and he wiped them with his free hand.

"It's a lot, I know." He murmured.

You only nodded.

He stopped wiping your face and, instead, kissed your tears away.

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[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Cold - Steve Rogers

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon: “12 (Take my jacket, it’s cold outside)”

Word Count: 438

Author: Hannah

Given that you’d not lived in New York for very long, you still weren’t accustomed to how brutal the winter could get there.

You had moved to New York just under two years ago to live with your older brother Clint and his family, but through Clint you met your boyfriend of a year and a half Steve.

Meeting Steve was something that you wouldn’t change for the world – dating him hadn’t been easy, what with his line of work and how often things tended to go utterly tits up.

And Steve had laughed at you the first time you experience a snowstorm in New York, for some reason he found it utterly hilarious that you wouldn’t be prepared for the cold.

Ever since then Steve had taken up to teasing you when you’d leave the house that you just had to wrap up warm, even in the middle of summer.

“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside,” Steve’s words came as no shock to you as you prepared to leave his flat.

“You know that joke gets old, right?” you questioned as you walked over to where he was sat on the sofa, wrapping your arms around his neck from behind.

Your boyfriend chuckled, lifting up one of his hands to rest over yours. “It’s cute to see you all cold baby,” he stated as he leant his head back to look up at you.

Smiling down at him, you kissed his nose quickly before withdrawing. “You know one day I will steal all of your jackets?”

Steve chuckled nut shrugged. “They look better on you, can’t describe it.”

“You’re a real cringe fest sometimes,” you stated as you pulled on Steve’s leather jacket. “But I suppose I quite like it.”

He stood up to walk over to you, handing you your bag as he did so. “So, it wasn’t my super soldier physique that got you to agree to that first date?” he quizzed with a smile on his face.

You shook your head as you thought back to when Steve had first asked you out. “Oh, that was definitely a deciding factor,” you joked. “But your corny jokes are pretty cute.”

Chuckling, he leant down to kiss you. “Well, those ‘corny jokes’ aren’t going anywhere,” he told you. “Especially not ones concerning you and your aversion to cold.”

Rolling your eyes, you shoved him gently as you laughed. “You’re lucky I love you Rogers.”

“I love you too soon to be Mrs Rogers,” and at that your mouth dropped open causing Steve to chuckle. “Oh, come on baby, I’m marrying you one day – I bet you.”

#Hannah #Steve Rogers #Steve Rogers One Shot #Steve Rogers Imagine #Captain America #Captain America One Shot #Captain America Imagine #Marvel #Marvel One Shot #Marvel Imagine #MCU #MCU One Shot #MCU Imagine #Anon Request #Cold

[swan--writes]

Ummm I don't know if you're still accepting these but "Gave Me Something" by Jess Glynne for the Dewey x Reader prompts? ☺️

What the heck? This is such a bop???

Anyway, I hope you like this! 😘

Words: ~990

I spent my weeks running wild…

When you and Dewey first started dating, something clicked into place with both of you.

And now my days, they have changed.

Even just to think about it was corny as hell, but it was true regardless, and all your friends agreed.

I never thought I’d be…

No relationship was easy, but yours was the easiest dynamic you had ever adapted to.

The girl that walked away.

It had scared you at first. Did you deserve this? Was it too good to be true?

I found my one true love…

But Dewey was patient, and you tried to be open, and now it had been almost a year.

In me, you found it too.

Dewey was your best friend, your best cheerleader. You lifted each other up and stood by each other and held each other and trusted each other.

A path that ran to me…

In some ways, you had never worked harder in your life. But the work was something you loved doing, and it gave you something you loved more than you had ever thought possible.

And didn’t make it hard to choose.

When you got to the community theater, you checked the time on your phone before even walking through the door. 6:45 PM. Barely in time. Doors would open in fifteen minutes, things would kick off at 7:30.

Thankfully, the first thing you saw when you walked through the front doors and farther, into the theater proper, was the band doing sound check. Never had you been so grateful for Summer.

“There you are, Y/N!” You rushed down the aisles and up to the pit, standing at attention. “Where have you been? We’ve been waiting for you to show.”

“Trying to get distraction and transportation worked out.”

“Is it handled?” Summer’s pen hovered threateningly over the clipboard.

You nodded emphatically. “Definitely. He’ll be here on time.” Your friend had promised you that, under pains and penalty of the immediate revoking of your friendship.

“Good. Okay, guys! Get backstage! Mr. Finn will be here in T minus twelve minutes.”

“But we still wanted to–”

“Do you want Mr. Finn to see us?” Summer interrupted.

Zach faltered. “Well, no…”

“Okay! Backstage!” The little manager ushered everyone backstage. You spent ten minutes flitting around the theater, double-checking pyrotechnics and making sure the lighting was perfect. Finally, you had no choice but to change into your party shoes and step outside.

You gave me hope and you let me know that, oh…

“Y/N, hey! There you are, I’ve been looking for you.”

If I gave it time, it would all be mine and oh.

Dewey held up a hand when he saw you approaching from down the sidewalk. You stepped up to him, allowing yourself to look as flustered as you were and waving back to him.

“Hey! Sorry, the streets are insane right now.” You slid into your boyfriend’s arms easily and let him kiss you, briefly.

“No worries–you look…beautiful.” Dewey held your hands far enough that he could look you up and down for the first time since that morning. He took in the way that your dress glittered in the marquise, the way you shone through it. He seemed in awe of you. Looking back at him, at the way the lights softened his eyes and the edges of his smile, you felt much the same.

“Well, thank you, handsome man.”

You moved through the line quickly. Some of the guests tonight had brought plus ones, but everybody was with someone you or Dewey knew. As such, most of them were ahead of you, hiding their faces.

Everything up until 7:30 was a blur. You would later vaguely remember Dewey pestering you, asking why all the secrecy on your part. You were already at the theater, and you still wouldn’t tell him who was performing.

It wasn’t until 7:32 PM, when the curtain parted around a ten year-old boy named Zach Mooneyham that Dewey understood. You watched the comprehension settle over his face as he stared up at his tiny protégé walk down centerstage with a microphone and introduce himself.

“My name is Zach Mooneyham and I play guitar for the School of Rock. You all know Mr. Finn, and right now he’s realizing that he knows all of you. Everyone take a second to say hi.” A spotlight illuminated Dewey beside you and everyone in the theater turned to look at him.

Dewey glanced around, recognized most everyone, and gave a weak wave. “Baby, what the hell?” he nervously asked from the corner of his mouth, sweating in his suit.

You gave me something that I didn’t have before.

You patted his arm with a smile, but kept on looking at Zach.

So imma give you something to stop you saying more.

“Okay, now that we’ve embarrassed him enough…” Zach leaned forward. You beamed. “…let’s rock this joint.” Zach turned with a flourish, lifted the mic over his head, and stalked upstage. The curtain parted for him on cue and he stepped right up to his stand. He lifted his guitar onto his shoulders and seconds later, a power chord rung through the theater. The crowd took a collective breath.

As Zach played his way through a rock solo rendition of Happy Birthday, the rest of the band took their places at their instruments and their mic stands. Just before they all started playing together, Dewey turned to you. His expression was a mix of awe and glee and some emotion you didn’t have the words for. The way people feel when they know they’re about to have a musically spiritual experience that will rend their soul with steel and leather and pure rock.

You gave me something I didn’t have before.

“I love you so much,” he said.

So imma give you something to stop you saying more.

“Happy Birthday, Dew,” you replied.

.

.

I’ll edit your essay.

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[ezerkenegdc]

     the theme for a one year anniversary is paper,  and if i were capable, i would send every one of you a handwritten note thanking you for giving me such an opportunity to be here.   i came into this fandom late and in love with an idea that i did not know if anyone would care to hear.  yet, so many of you were welcoming and willing to interact with hannah.  many of you loved her as if she were you own.   these things have filled me heart with joy and have allowed me to grow in ways that i could not have predicted.  thank you,  thank you,  thank you.  since i cannot send these notes physically, peek below the cut for the virtual letters: 

those nearest and dearest to my heart:

@mlotov :  gabey babey we’ve been as thick as thieves for a year now and i have enjoyed every moment together.  we have run through so many fandoms together ( even the deadest of them ) and not once did it not feel like some grand adventure.  your mind and creativity amazes me and i am left pondering the vastness of it.  i know that someday you will be a published author and people will be lining up around the block just to share the same air as you.  please,  never let anyone dull your shine!

@strnza :  my wife!  my life!  i actually followed you on my very first blog on tumblr,  oh some five years ago,  but i did not speak to you over there for some crazy reason.  but like all things that are meant to be,  we came back together after three years apart and now i feel you truly are the yellow heart emoji of my life.  you are such a warm and compassionate being decked out in scrunchies and sweaters.  i love it for you,  i love it for the world.  you’re going to do some amazing things in college.  i just know it. 

@sanctemony /  @surgikill :  oh fox.  i know i have said this a thousand times,  but you really do amaze me.   the level that you write at,  the skill you posses,  and the world you build around your characters is phenomenal.   you can take a one line thread and expanded such a small thing into a six paragraph filled with intrigue and drama that has me on the edge of my seat.  i never know what to expect next,  and i never know just what your characters will do and i believe that is testament to you and your writing capabilities. 

@iscariotsdeputy :  sam !  you are such a gift to our community.  staci was not given enough time in my opinion,  but from the small amount we did get you have created something that ubi could not even dream of.  you have created an entire character that feels so real.  like someone you would know!  a neighbor,  that guy you sat next to at the coffee shop,  or the person you quasi know though social media.   ubi wishes they could be you. 

@mslangermann :  taylor,  the unsung hero of the school and of dead fandoms.  you put everything into your characters and it really does show.  i honestly have no idea how you managed to fit everything you are doing into your schedule and still have time to be such an incredible friend and writer.  i am amazed by you day in and day out.  you are also so understanding and kind that i really could not ask for a better friend.  you have been such a comfort to me!!  thank you again and again and again and again. 

@suresaint :  charlie!   once upon a time when i was active i believe we talked nearly every day about anything and everything.  we were both kind of starting with our careers and full of hope for the future and look at us now!!!  you’re so close to achieving your goals!!!  i am so proud of you and the work that you have put in to achieving your greatness!  as for zelda,  thank you for making her and bringing her to hope county and having her gift the people with such beauty and corny jokes.  the place sure would be a duller place without the two of you in it. 

@survivedempathy  :  howdy neighbor!   the world sure does work in mysterious ways.  we found each other through a government conspiracy theory ( weird how nobody has talked about those explosions since . . . ) and i am so thankful that we did!  you are so funny,  insightful,  and thoughtful.  not to mention crazy talented.  i can even begin to talk about that or i would need an entire google doc to do so.. . i hope that as the world continues to turn in ways we cannot predict that you continue to find happiness in all that you do, jay!

@prophesyr   /   @massieh  :   gaining the courage to speak to you was the best decision i have made on this blog.  i was not sure how hannah would be received considering you were already so established in your canon and had taken it further than ubi could ever dream of going.  and i truly had nothing to worry about because you were so welcoming and so considerate that i could not dream of doing this blog without you.  i hope that you know that you will always have my support in all that you do.  thank you for sharing with us not only joseph,  but your book characters as well.  i cannot wait to see where you take them even still.  the world is yours truly. 

@talewoven  :   there are endless amounts of things that i could say about you,  kore.  you are one of the sweetest and most caring people that I have ever met.  the random messages you send ooze love that my cup runeth over and i drown in such affections.  i hope you know that you are the sun and we are blessed to be able to know you! also a shameless plug here:  @korecommissions made the psd for this image and it is absolutely perfect for my peachy girl. 

@griefwoven  :  i did not know a single thing about outlast and yet you still welcomed me with open arms.  you have made tumblr an enjoyable place to be with your humor,  charm,  and creativity.    you are an easy person to like, ash!  so easy that it feels like we have been friends since birth and that is a rare talent to have.  i know that all of these things combined will surely take you far in life.  i hope that wherever these places are,  i hope you know you carry my love with you as you go.  

those that would have received a letter as well,  had i not run out of stamps:

      @apostleled     /     @blesscdbliss     /      @bugdown      /      @cultfought     /     @dovesung     /     @devotioninked     /     @driftingrose     /     @edens-rook     /     @fvith     /     @handsigned     /     @letcm     /     @lykanblood     /      @memoirstold     /     @neonglowed     /     @objctive     /     @only-we      /     @pagnmin      /    @peacefulapostle     /     @tzdkh     /     @velvetipped     /     

   each of you have impacted my blog and my experience on tumblr in some positive way and i want to say thank you once again.  all of your characters are beautiful and so well written that i am constantly amazed with the depths that they have.  all of you are such amazing writers full of creativity and fresh ideas that the world has never seen before.  thank you for taking the time to write and sharing them.  it is not always easy to do so,  but with friends like these,  there is nothing to fear.   you all deserve a thousand dollars and someone to gently kiss your forehead and tuck you into bed.  you deserve to have a happy surprise,  an unexpected friendly visitor,  a little luck to get you through the day and a pinch more to get you through the hard parts.  i will always support you and love you and want all good things for you.   

#sweats #hopefully i did not forget anyone #you are all so very loved #❝ oh worm ? ❞ → ooc

[vermaxen]

Splash (1984) - :)

We’re going deep here.  As a kid I thought the Disney Little Mermaid was amazing, and given it was the only movie my great-grandmother could watch without literally saying ‘yuck’ through the whole thing I sought out this VHS at the rental store thinking maybe more mermaid themed content was just the ticket.  No dice, yucks all the way, but I don’t think that was necessarily a comment about the movie so much as par for the course with my great-grandmother.  That being said, the fuzzy memories of an elementary schooler probably don’t do it justice but I do still have both fond feelings about it and a few memories of some of the key scenes so despite being fluff this had impact.  I definitely rented it more than once, but mermaid lore never quite struck me the way some of the other Disney princess tropes came for me in other content.

A youthful Tom Hanks is Allen Bauer, perpetually single but longing for a connection that seems out of reach.  He runs a fruit business in New York with his brother, played by John Candy, and I’m sure I didn’t understand any of Candy’s brash humor as a young kid.  John Candy was a treasure who passed too soon, like many other comedians.  Meanwhile, after a boating accident and his subsequent rescue by a beautiful woman, Daryl Hannah as the mermaid, Allen is forced to come to her rescue as well when she is arrested for indecent exposure in her quest to locate him on land.  As was no doubt in every tag line in the 80s, this is a true fish out of water tale and all the parts I remember are about Daryl Hannah’s weird behavior in response to ‘modern’ life on land.  I like a girl that knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to go get it, so you go ‘Madison’.

Normally I have mixed to negative feelings about the whole “I just met you now I love you let’s get married” narrative arc but hey, we’re talking about a world where there are actual mermaids so maybe I can suspend a little disbelief and go with the concept of soulmates in this as well.  Without spoiling it, what really sold this movie for me is the ending but probably not for the reason they wanted me to like it.  The more I thought about the ending, the more bittersweet I found it, and in a corny romance it was probably deeper thinking than anyone intended.  I think there was an equally interesting movie in what happened after this movie ended, but then my mind loves engaging in speculation outside of canon.

#splash #movie #romance review #gosh maybe the real star is daryl hannah's hair #prove me wrong on the hair thing #i bet using mermaid tails a lot gives you killer core muscles #80s movies