#he didn't say it back BUT HE HEARTED MY MESSAGE? HE TOLD ME TO PRAY FOR HIM SO HE CAN COME?

[totheidiot]

i am actually so in love with him, it's embarrassing.

#oh my god oh my god I FUCKING LOVE HIM #I LOVE HIM SO MUCH !!! #let me bask in this weird euphoria OF LOVING HIM #why shouldn't i love him !! he is my oldest friend and I have seen him inn every single state #ignore the fact he will never love me #I can almost forget that actually I just miss him so much #WE TALKED TODAY !! OVER MESSAGE BUT WHATEVER WE TALKED. #i actually told me I missed him and wanted him here top 10 most gayest arian moments #he didn't say it back BUT HE HEARTED MY MESSAGE? HE TOLD ME TO PRAY FOR HIM SO HE CAN COME? #please tell me that counts #< counts as in literally that he cares about me #listen I do not panic over 'does he like me?' I have got to panic over 'does he give a damn about me? does he care if I live or die?' #🍂 arian's shit #🌌 arian contemplates his universe

[deonsx]

If You Cry While Making Love With Them

Feat: Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor

Content: Smut, Nsfw

Dazai Osamu

You had returned from a very tiring day at work and your lover was in a dark mood throughout the day. Every time you looked at him, he seemed focused on his work with his eyebrows furrowed. 'Don't we ever have a quiet day?' You thought, but you didn't ask anything so as not to upset him. You hoped that he would calm down when you got home, but the same mood got even harsher at home, he wasn't talking at all and the seriousness on his face never left

You never disturbed her, but when it was midnight, she was still sitting on the couch and not coming to bed. You waited for her for a while, but then you couldn't help but went to her. She was still the same as you left her. The brunette's eyes were staring at closed tv, "Osamu??" you called out to her and slowly her eyes turned to you but she waited for a while before answering "Are you asleep yet bella?" The eyes looked blank, but he did not forget to ask you in a voice that would warm his heart. You slowly approached him and held his hands, "You are very tired today, let's sleep together, my love."

"I'm sorry, but I'll stay on my own for a while, my love." Your memories after he said this sentence are blurry, but you whispered love sentences to him and gave him a nice night because you wanted to make him happy, but the night was not as full of love as you thought.. Dazai was very rough during sex, more than ever before. he was rude "Ngh!!..osamu!! slow down...!" No matter how many times you told him, he didn't care, but now you were in pain rather than pleasure and you couldn't hold back the tears in your eyes

When you saw your lover stopping quickly, you wanted to pull yourself together, but you didn't even have the strength to move. An anxious tone of voice filled your ears. "Was it too much love...sshhh my love.." he slowly wiped the tears from your eyes and kissed all over your face and pulled you into his lap, making you lose the coldness. "I'm so sorry.. That wasn't my intention... Today was a bad day.. I lost myself." You slowly buried your head in Dazai's neck and inhaled his scent. The pain of your life slowly disappeared with his loving words "What happened today, Osamu...?" you asked as you slowly exhaled into the cold air that filled the room but he only gave tiny kisses to your hair "Don't worry my love...the only thing that matters right now is you”

Chuuya Nakahara

That day was a day when even the weather was really bad. While your boyfriend was at work, you were preparing dinner for the two of you at home. You sent a lot of messages to your boyfriend, but he didn't answer any of them, but it wasn't that unusual, after all, he was an assassin, and sometimes, no matter how worried you were about him, you were better off praying for him. You can't do anything else, finally the man of the night came and Chuuya, who normally rings the bell, must have preferred to open the door with the key, you didn't even hear him coming. When you heard him say "I'm home", you wanted to look at him, but he quickly went to your bedroom and closed the door

But you still didn't care and quickly knocked on your boyfriend's door. "My love! I prepared the dinner, I'm waiting for you." There was no sound from inside.. "Chuuya?" When there was no sound from inside, you opened the door and found your boyfriend exhausted and lost in thought in the corner of the bed. His orange hair covered his eyes. You slowly approached him and sat next to him, brushing that beautiful hair from his eyes. "Are you okay?" You reached out to her hand with one hand and caressed it. he turned towards you with a deep breath. "Leave me alone s/o..”

You didn't want to leave him alone, on the contrary, you wanted to make him happy and make him forget all his bad night, so you slowly unbuttoned his shirt and sat on his lap "My love.. relax.. you are tired enough" While you were giving him gentle kisses, he took off your clothes with his hands and quickly put your bra in a corner. "You so insatiable today..Chuuya-san," your voice trembled as you gripped his orange hair.

After undressing you completely, he slowly laid you down on the bed and got on top of you and left a lot of marks on your skin, his face was very serious, his mind looked blurry and without waiting for you to relax, he pushed his dick inside you, which made you scream because it hurt so much "Chuuya..! it hurts, wait...!" He was ignoring you as if he was under the influence of some kind of trance, his thrusts continued rapidly and non-stop and this suddenly hurt you so much your eyes quickly filled with tears

Chuuya quickly turned his eyes to you, quickly tried to grasp the seriousness of the situation with his eyes, and then stopped quickly "S/o.." he quickly stood up and then picked you up and took you to the bathroom "I...I don't know what I'm doing I was so confused" he slowly filled the tub with hot water and he placed kisses on your hair "I'm sorry my love..." you rested your head on his neck and let the hot water flow down your body "Please forgive me..I wasn't in the right mind, beautiful"

Fyodor Dostoyevski

You felt like you were in heaven as his lips slid across your skin. My eyes rolled to the back of your head. You couldn't stop the moans escaping from your mouth as he quickly ate you away. Your heart was beating so fast that it stopped "F-fyodor!...Fuck!" your hands gripped the sheets and you closed your eyes tightly, trying to bury your head in the pillow, feeling the knot in your stomach quickly close to breaking. "I-I.." you stammered, "Go on, dear.. I can't get enough of the taste yet"

While swallowing your pleasure juices quickly, he squinted his eyes and grabbed you by the waist and put you in doggy position. "Tonight is going to be a long night, my love... it would be better for you if you prepare yourself" Your first tour, your second tour, your third tour, you were still continuing to fuck, it was starting to hurt.. you felt a hard time. You felt in this situation. Normally you would tell this to your boyfriend and he would stop, but it was the first time you spent such a pleasure-filled evening with him and the compliments he told you were like melody in your ears

It felt unbearable now and it made you scream and cry from the pain. "Honey?? Are you okay? Don't be hard on yourself, my love” He kissed your eyes and wiped your tears and pulled you into his lap. You closed your eyes on his cold white skin and fainted right there. 'Was I too weak?' You thought, and when you came to your senses after 1-2 hours, you were lying on your bed in your nightgown. My eyes widened when I saw your boyfriend Fyodor on top of you "My love?? I..." his icy fingers tangled in your hair "Are you okay? Why didn't you tell me...? "

You felt empty and closed your silence, but you felt as if his purple eyes were looking into your soul "I can't let anyone, including me, hurt you or upset you. You should know this best" As you buried your head deeper into the pillow, his voice was more muffled in your ears. You held his hands and pulled him to the bed. "In your lap I want to sleep" He smiled and laid down next to you and hugged you "You are the only person in this world that I care about, my dear"

This was actually a request!!! but since I accidentally sent it after drafting it, I deleted the post and then the request disappeared. I hope the person who wrote this request sees this!!!

We are 700 people!! I will return to my activity as soon as possible, I love you!! I will do your wishes!

Enjoy!

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safe place

tara carpenter x f!reader

warnings: grammatical errors, mention of suicides, abusive household and also scream 5+6 au bc why not?!

a/n; IM ALIVE !! I'm so busy, school is shit broo

it was sunday, it meant it was cleaning time. but, you were to focused on studying that you forgot to clean the house.

you checked the time, and you realized, that your father was coming home soon. you panicked, and quickly started cleaning your room.

your father was an abusive alcoholic, it was a suprise. an loving caring man turning into an abusive alcoholic, when your mother died.

he didn't bother going to therapy, instead he started drinking and started doing drugs. when he's tired, he takes his anger out on you, when he's in a bad mood he takes it out on you.

he poured out his anger always at you, you didn't know why. you would always be hiding in the closet, filled with bruises from him. trying to hold your tear's, it was always hard. you've never told anyone about the abusive and toxic household you were in.

you were a joyful person, filled with sunshine but personally, no one ever knew you that well. except for your girlfriend; Tara Carpenter.

you heard the door creaking, you weren't even halfway done cleaning with your room and you still had a few rooms to clean. you were scared, you didn't have a way out.

you decided to hide in the closet, where you always do. you were scared for dear god, you were scared what he will do to you. your tear's streaming down on your face.

you heard a scream, “Y/N!! How come you still didn't clean the house?!” it was filled with anger, your heart is beating fast, you are scared. sweating intensely.

hearing footsteps from the stairs, and through the hallway’s of your bedroom. you prayed to dear god, to not hurt you. “y/n, i know you’re in there.” he say's, opening the door of your bedroom.

you had no way out. you heard him investigating every area.

he opened the closet door, “there you are.” he says, grabbing you from your wrist, tightly. “dad stop please! I'm sorry, I was so carried away—” you didn't have time to speak, he punched you so hard on the face.

that your nose started bleeding, “you really think I'm gonna believe you? you lying son of a fuckin bitch.” you were down on your knees, crying.

The next day

it was a good Monday morning for tara. she was awoken by her sister, sam. she got up from her bed and started making it, then after that she check's her phone if she received a message from you, but sadly she didn't.

it was something off, she chat's you again, asking if you were okay.

· my baby ; hey, are you okay y/n? im worried sick, text me back as soon as you can. hope you're okay mylove! I love you

timeskip at school

“hey guys, have you seen y/n? she hasn't texted me back.” tara said, worried about you. “look's like an overprotective girlfriend is worried about her troublemaker girlfriend.” mindy jokes, tara didn't find her funny, and just glared at her.

“oh there’s y/n!" anika pointed, she ran after her. “she seem's off today, its just not me who thinks she's off today? right?” mindy stated, the others agreed with her. usually, you would hangout with the friend group but this day, you didn't.

you went straight to class, it was unusual for them. you saw anika running towards you, but you decided to walk more faster so she wouldn't catch you.

once you entered inner part of the school, you saw anika not chasing you anymore. you were glad. you had a long oversized hoodie, covering your body and bruises. you went straight to class with the oversized hoodie on you, even tho it was hot as fuck.

after first period, you went to second period. not even bothering to check up on your girlfriend. you were just not in the mood to talk to anyone today. you just wanted peace, and alone time with yourself.

not until second period started, you realized that you and anika were seatmates. you and anika are bestfriends, she worries about you alot.

you sat down to anika, avoiding eye contact with her. “hey y/n, why are you avoiding us?” anika asked, but you didn't answer. anika wasn't really comfortable with your silence, since you were always loud and energetic.

she kept asking you questions but you didn't answer once. second period ended and it was third, you continued to third period with talking to any of your friends or even anyone.

after third, it was lunch break. you didn't have the appetite to eat. so you skipped it, and hid at the rooftop, listening to music peacefully and doing your work.

“y/n didn't talk to me in 2nd period, I don't know why tho, I think something's off about her.” tara looked at anika, “you should go check up on your girlfriend, tar.” liv suggested, but even tara didn't know where you were.

“ill go check up on her at the end of classes.” mindy really thinks tara is a bad girlfriend.

more timeskip

it was time to go home. you didn't go home yet, you were at the rooftop, smoking. it was peaceful, and calming for you. no disturbance.

not until you heard the door open, you put out your cigarette as fast as you can. you saw tara, looking worried sick at you. “y/n, are you okay? you didn't talk to us for the whole day, tell me everything, I'm willing to listen y/n.”

she says, pulling the sleeves of yours “and why are you wearing a jacket it's so—" you quickly took your arm away from her. she saw what she saw, bruises, blood streaming down your arms.

she was in disbelief, “im so sorry tara, i didn't mean to freak you out. I know I'm a bad girlfriend, you can leave me because of my weirdness and my bruises and scars—" she hugged you tightly, “im not gonna leave you y/n. I love you, and that's what matters. can you tell me what happened? it's okay if you're not comfortable.”

you sighed. you needed to tell her the truth, to gain trust. and you did, she was in pure disbelief and shock. she comforted you, and made you more safer.

“i think i should go home, my dad will be mad at me.” you said, but tara didn't let you go. “stay with me for a few days, ill get you help.” those words from tara, was enough to make you tear up.

“dont cry now, baby. stay with me, you'll be more safer.” you didn't care anymore, you wanted to be free with tara.

once tara and you arrived at her house, you were greeted by sam. death staring you, “hey tara, who've you got there?” sam asked, “this is my girlfriend ive been telling you about.” you blushed at her words, she's been talking about you?

“by the way y/n, can you go upstairs. you know my room already.” tara said, she didn't tell sam that you've been sneaking inside their household. “why is there red stuff on her sleeves?” sam was curious. tara explained the whole situation to her.

sam felt bad for you, the two carpenter's will be doing their best getting you help.

after a conversation with sam, tara went up to her room. she saw you, laying down peacefully. “hey let's get you cleaned up, okay?” you nodded, and got up from the bed.

she guides you to her bathroom and sat you down on the sink, she took your hoodie off, and saw all the bruises you had. bruises everywhere, “more bruises down on your legs?” you nodded.

“can i take them off?” she asks for your permission, “go ahead.” she takes of your pants, slowly and lightly. she was shocked with all the bruises that you dad gaved.

“thats alot. let's start with your wrists.” she wiped off all the blood, until there was no more flowing. and rolls the comforting bandage around your arms.

working one by one on the bruises, she stayed up just to get you cleaned.

at the end of the day, it was the two of you lying in bed. “i love you so much, tara.” you said, burying your face onto her neck.

“i always love you more, my love. soon your dad will be in prison.” she reassure's you, and before going to sleep, she kissed you forehead lightly, and kissed you lips passionately.

“tara, what if attempted suicide one day?” you said, out of the blue. it was a suprise, “of course my life will be empty. i cannot live without you. i love you more than everything, if you have a problem, come talk to me okay?” you smiled at her.

she was tired already, “im going to sleep na. im so tired, mahal.”

“goodnight my beautiful, beautiful girlfriend! i love you.”

“goodnight tara, i love you too. sweet dreams.”

“thank you for taking care of me.” you mumbled, “your welcome.

a/n; this is shit

#jenna ortega #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x y/n #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x reader #jenna marie ortega #amber freeman #liv mckenzie #anika kayoko #chad meeks martin #ethan landry #mindy meeks martin #sam carpenter #wes hicks #scream x yn #scream x you #scream x reader #scream franchise #scream #scream 5 #scream 6

[momentaryescape]

Helpless

Jay Halstead X Wife!Reader Warnings: None? Similar to how Hailey was when Jay left Word Count: 741

You were praying the pain in your heart would stop. That all the hurt you had been through was just a horrible nightmare. But it wasn’t. It was your reality, and you couldn’t just leave it. Piece by piece you could feel yourself shutting down, your walls building high. And for the first Jay wasn’t there to put you back together.

The case you were working on kept getting worse and worse. Following lead after lead, looking into case after case trying to see if there was anything that could get you any closer to solving and closing the case. This was the first case after Jay left, and they could tell you needed him.

 Hailey was the first to realize you were struggling. Offering you someone to talk to, but you didn't want to put anymore onto her. Torres was next, not ging you a choice but to talk. He got you a coffee when you were out chasing leads, and you broke down when he asked if you were okay. He told you that it was okay and he was there if you needed him. Kevin and Kim followed soon after that, then Adam. All trying to offer support. Hank and Trudy tried convincing you to sit this one out, but you couldn't. This was your job, and you needed to do it. You also needed the distraction.

But no matter how hard you tried the loneliness crept in whenever you were alone. His absence in your bed, the one you shared. The smell of his cologne fading from your apartment. Your ring only a reminder that he wasn't there with you. Everything was different without him. Every routine changed.  It was like you were back before you and Jay got together. Except this time he was still yours. You hoped at least.

You hadn’t heard from him since he left. No phone call, or letter. It was radio silence. You knew contact would be scarce, but this felt like overkill. You missed your husband but there was nothing you could do to bring him back.

~

After weeks Intelligence was able to solve the case. You had the next few days off. You stayed in bed sobbing. Finally able to fall apart. You were allowed to be upset, but it felt like you should be happy. Happy Jay was doing something good. But you hated it.  Why didn’t he talk to you? Tell you what he was going through? That he was going back into the military? He felt hurt when Mouse reenlisted, why would he keep that from you? You would have supported him, you just wanted him to tell you what he was going through.

After spending all day in bed crying your throat was raw from the sobs. You made your easy to the kitchen, grabbing whiskey. And while it wouldn't soothe the pain in your throat, it would help distract you, even for a short time. It burned going down, but the burn preoccupied your brain for a minute.

You didn’t have a lot, just enough for a light buzz. Deciding that you needed to try calling Jay you grabbed your phone. You knew he wouldn't pick up the phone, and that your buzz was pushing you to do this. But you did it anyway.

The phone rang until you got his voicemail.

“Hey it's Jay, I missed your call but leave a message and I’ll call you back”

Your voice cracked as you began to speak. “Hey, Jay…It's me. I miss you. I know you are probably busy, but I wish I could hear your voice.” your voice cracked more as you spoke. Tears started falling as you continued. “I’m not doing great with you gone. I keep expecting to wake up and you be next to me in bed. That when I walk upstairs at the station you will be talking to the team from behind your desk. But every day I wake up and that doesn't happen.” You whipped the tears that were falling from your eyes.

“It shouldn't be this hard. I miss you and my world has gone dark without your light. I wish you would come home. But I know that’s not fair to ask, or say. But I need you. I love you, Jay. I wish you would talk to me. Goodbye.” You ended the voicemail and started to sob. Hoping he would come back to you soon.

#jay halstead #jesse lee soffer #jay halstead x reader #jay x reader #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead fanfiction #jay halstead x y/n #jay halstead one shot #jay halstead fluff #jay halstead fic #jay halstead x you #jay x reader chicago pd #chicago pd x reader imagines #imagine chicago pd

[mrs--edge]

Hi Mrs Edge and Tom. I'm fairly new to your blog but my husband and I are in a similar relationship just for the past year or so. It started after he cheated on me and I didn't feel I could trust him anymore. Long story short he ultimately volunteered to be put in a chastity cage with me as the keyholder, which was very weird to me at first but turns out it was also sort of his fantasy.

Like you and Tom this isn't part of a larger "dom-sub" relationship or other kinks. And I honestly didn't want to do it at first. But it has evolved to an interesting point where I have a lot of control over him bc his cock is permanently (?) locked away and useless to him. Mostly he goes down on me and fingers me now which is how I like it. I do like him occasionally to use a fake cock on me.

At first he tried to treat this as kind of a fetish thing where he would get off on me teasing him etc but I basically just didn't go along with that.

My strategy was to just act like his cock being locked up was a normal and permanent thing. I almost never mention his cock at all, as if it isn't there. And that's honestly the biggest turn on for me. If I want sex his cock never enters the equation. It's just a question of, is he going to go down on me or is he going to strap on his cock? We both know that he won't be cumming. Its almost like he no longer has a cock.

Unlike Tom my hubby still occasionally asks to be unlocked but I always say no. I do it very casually, almost in passing, to make it clear it's out of the question. I make cleaning him a very sanitized, ritual thing that has nothing to do with sex. The cage comes off, he's thoroughly cleaned and then it goes back on. I don't acknowledge his cock as even a sexual organ at all.

I do think this has had a psychological impact on him. He definitely has lost some of his swagger. He doesn't show interest in other women now bc there's nothing he can do about it. If he ever tried to hit on a woman the ultimate result would be her finding out he's locked up.

He's extremely attentive to me now. Maybe it's partly because he cheated on me and broke my heart but I do believe it's at least partly bc he sees that as a way to eventually get unlocked and be inside me again. I honestly don't see that happening and I tell him that bluntly.

Wow. There is so much going on here. On one hand it does seem like you and your husband have a similar lifestyle as we do with your husband permanently locked and the focus being on you and your pleasure. On the other hand it's that you got there from a place of pain and heartbreak, and that you keep him locked as punishment, instead of mutual love and enjoyment.

I've had messages from men claiming that men should be locked up to prevent cheating but from what I can see it just makes them more focused on their dicks than ever. I'm a little surprised that you managed to go along with his fetish as a way to fix things between you, but I'm glad to hear that you have managed to turn this into something that (hopefully!) will bring you to a better place.

My husband has told me a few times that he sometimes fantasizes that I keep him locked because he was "a bad husband" in some way, but honestly I hate even thinking that way. I like to think about him as having made a commitment to honor and serve me out of love and loyalty... like a knight pledging to his Queen. The punishment fantasy turns me right off.

The other thing I see is that your husband may only be attentive because he is enduring his punishment (which is why he keeps asking to be unlocked). How will you know when he is being attentive because he has truly become devoted to you?

I hope that the both of you will consider some kind of counseling to learn how to better communicate with each other. I'm sure you're still in pain and I will pray that you are able to take this and build a stronger marriage from it all.

#chastity question

[kurisus]

Chapter 108-2 thoughts

This was the most "IT'S SO OVER" "WE'RE SO BACK" chapter ever. Spoilers under the cut.

I am a leetol bit disappointed that Bishamon didn't really get to do anything this arc. She was unconscious for a majority of it, then woke up, went looking for Kazuma, and found him without like, needing to shake some people up. It is sweet how they finally got to have a proper conversation though. Their lack of communication has been a frustrating blind spot for both of them this entire story, so I'm glad they were able to come to peace with it.

I do wonder if Kazuma told her about being named by Yato, or if he dodged that fact, but I'm going to assume since we didn't get a live Bishamon reaction that he did tell her and she understood his reasoning.

"You are the only one who can save yourself" is kind of a strange statement out of context since this whole manga has been about overcoming trials with the help of the people who love you. But in context, Bishamon was saying that praying to a higher power is meaningless and individuals are the only ones capable of miracles. Kind of an atheistic message from a manga where a majority of the characters are Literal deities, but as an allegory for the world, I kinda dig it. Don't believe in miracles, make them happen with your own two hands and the people who love you.

Okay now I need to talk about Yukine this chapter. I Need To. His love for Hiyori and Yato had me pounding my fist on the ground. HE HELD HIYORI'S HAND. HE CLUNG TO YATO WHEN HE STARTED DISAPPEARING. HE DOESN'T WANT HIS DAD TO GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ADACHITOKA I AM JUST A GUY PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON MY FRAGILE HEART.

FATHER IS FINALLY DEAD SEND OUT THE CRABS. I'm glad his death was quiet and unceremonious, and not even Mizuchi was tempted by him.

It seems like the real Fujisaki was trying to say Father's name but couldn't quite recall it, so I'm thinking we'll get to hear it from Ebisu's mouth next chapter. Then again, we didn't get to hear Nana's real name either, so it may just stay as "ta" forever. Which is funny to think about as in like, "ta" for "bye." Bye bitch!

The pages of the trio + Nora all together and begging Hiyori to come back singlehandedly caused the most emotional damage. I know everyone else is freaking out about the Yatori CPR/kiss but I am just wishing the circumstances were more ideal for it. I will say it is pretty Kyoru of them to kiss while she's unconscious, though.

But, eh, her being alive was way more of a concern to me, so that was the reason I went ahead and read the official version early. I let out the BIGGEST sigh of relief when she woke up in the hospital.

Before I reflect more though, I wanted to say also I was pretty confused by Amaterasu's statement in the official translation, though fast-moon's helped clear it up. Hiyori didn't become a full shinki because she was named in the illusory dimension, and she was saved by the act of killing Father?

"You were carrying the ancient koto no ha with you as well" is the "you" referring to Father or Yato? Did Yato name Hiyori with the brush, or was she talking about Father having both on him?

Okay, so, reflections. Am I happy they temporary killed Hiyori? Still no. I would have preferred they damage her cord instead rather than way back when, when the wolves attacked her. Am I happy they brought her back? Obviously. It would be a bad ending if they left off on that, and I'm curious to see if/how much she'll remember in the final chapter.

Do I think Yato is dead? I sure hope not! This is also a death that would negate a whole lot of character development, and while I like the narrative parallel of her dying to save him so he dies to save her (esp considering how selfish he was at the start of the manga), I don't want Yukine to be left alone or with a baby Yato at the end of everything. I'm scared, because I think it's not off the table.

Am I happy with the ending? Remains to be seen, but while I have quibbles and hangups, it's not that much. It's not of the story-ruining variety for me, anymore. I kind of would have preferred a softer ending to the manga, for example. This entire story has had very high stakes for everyone involved, so they didn't need to up the ante with these constant main character death scares, imo. We were already quite deep in the shit. I also wish Hiyori had had more to do in the final arc before she saved the day by...dying.

But to say I didn't enjoy the journey of this arc would be a lie. It's been a long few years...almost 10 since I watched the anime, almost 9 since I read the manga, and mainly it'll be weird to say goodbye to this era of my life, and not have the monthly stress of chapters hanging over my head.

I was hoping Adachitoka would announce a new series, but it hasn't happened yet, and I'm not sure it will because they've been unable to commit to full chapters for a while now. Even before the hiatus in 2017, the chapters dropped from 45 pages to 40, and then we've been halfsies since 2018. Whatever caused Adachitoka to go on hiatus, it's been enough of an issue that they can't draw 45 pages on a monthly schedule anymore (and honestly, I don't blame them, as we all know mangaka schedules are brutal). Also, taking Alive into account, they've been drawing manga for 20 years. This might be their final story, or they might write another with an assistant. Either way, if they do something else, regardless of their role I'll definitely be checking it out!

So now that Hiyori has been undoomed from the narrative the wedding reread is back on. I'll be starting it soon here, all tagged with #Noragami reread and hopefully some of you will join me as well! Feel free to send me your thoughts on the chapter/the ending.

#Noragami #Noragami spoilers #Noragami manga #live update #I am still. gathering the pieces of me that this chapter left on the floor

[anothergwen]

bad idea right?

*kinda based off the song bad idea right by olivia rodrigo*

a/n : haven't written in a while so i apologize if it's lowk ass

word count: 905

warnings : peter's lowk an asshole but it's okay because it's him :3 , they get a lil intimate at the end but it's nothing really explicit

background : y/n and peter recently broke up due to complications. it was a messy breakup, leaving both frustrated yet missing the other and wishing they handled it better. gwen, y/n's best friend, tells her that it's for the best and that she shouldn't give into him. now y/n loves gwen, she really does, but what happens when peter texts her that he misses her?

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it's been 3 weeks since they broke up, 3 long and hard rough weeks for y/n. she's frustrated with the idea of not being able to greet him with a kiss everyday before class or hold his hand throughout the halls. having a class with him doesn't help either. everyday he walks in with that fluffy brown hair of his, that sexy blue shirt on, or that famillar attractive scent that lingers wherever he goes. it drives her crazy knowing that they aren't together anymore.

she stares at him from across class, almost daydreaming of the day they get back together and run away into the sunset, ready to live their happily ever after.

"hey !" a famillar voice wakes her up

she turns to the voice and sees that it's her best friend, gwen stacy. her scolding face is all that y/n needs to know what she's going to say.

"stop thinking about him..and stop staring too. don't forget y/n he treated you like shit. he forgot anniversaries, your own birthday, and god must i continue y/n?!" the blonde raised her voice as her friend only looked at her with a disappointed frown. she inhales and exhales deeply before switching her tone of voice to something more softer and less harsh.

"look...i know you love him but you just have to move on. it was agonizing seeing you get treated like that. you don't deserve that honey" she gently spoke, resting a hand on her shoulder

"but gwen he's so cute ! when he walks into class looking so good it's like he's inviting me to take him back !" y/n pouted as gwen only groaned

"you're missing the point y/n ! he ended things and didn't even bother trying to put in effort." the bell had rang, breifly interupting her setence "...don't go chasing after someone who treats you like dirt. especially if they don't want anything to do with you. now cmon let's go, we have a test next period" gwen said as she left class

y/n followed behind gwen, her mind now racing with gwen's advice and flashbacks of her and peter's relationship. her words echo throughout all the memories. for a split second she's ready to take gwen's advice but when she sees peter walking past her, she forgets everything she was just told.

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later that night y/n sat in her room watching a movie, hoping it'll take her mind off her ex boyfriend. as the movie plays, y/n can feel herself drifiting off to sleep. her eyes got tired and weary before the ding of her phone interupted her slumber.

"you up?"

"i miss you"

her eyes nearly pop out of her head when she sees the messages. her heart sinks to the floor when she recongizes that it's peter who texted her. without thinking and in a panic she calls gwen. as the phone rings y/n paces throughout her room, praying that she picks up.

"hey y/n what's up? everything okay?" gwen's voice rings from the other side with concern

"he texted me ! he fucking texted me gwen !" y/n shouts

"oh my god really? what did he say?"

"asked if i was up and said he missed me. oh my god gwen what do i do?? i talked about taking him back but now that i have a chance to i don't even know !!! gwen cmon help me you're like the angel on my shoulder and i'm my own devil on the other side"

"okay first thing's first, you don't reply. you leave him on delievered and you keep him on delivered. no matter what he says or texts you, don't even consider giving in alright?"

y/n's phone dings one more time, loud enough for gwen to hear as well. it was another text from peter.

"open your window pretty girl. miss you so much. can't stand being away from you anymore"

her heartbeat was pumping. he was just outside and the opportunity of getting him back was just at the finger tips.

"y/n? you okay? what was that? who texted you?" gwen's voice on the other end was becoming static. she couldn't think about anything but letting him back into her home, and into her life. she opens the window and just outside is peter and god did he look good.

"hey pretty girl" he grinned as he let himself in

he took her by the waist and kissed her passionately. in that moment y/n was gone, she didn't care if gwen would scold her, all that mattered to her was that she was finally with peter again. his touch beginning to make her body melt like putty.

"god i missed that so much..." he panted, breath heavy from the kiss he just shared with y/n

"y/n is that peter??? what is he doing there? did you take him back? oh my god y/n i told you-" she was cut short by peter hanging up the phone. he tossed it to the side and continue to kiss her.

he slowly brought her down to her bed, slowly trailing down from her lips to her neck. she's too lost in him to say anything and too deep to turn back. her mind goes blank as she feels him reach those famillar spots he always knew how to reach. god did she miss him so.

#tasm peter x reader #tasm peter parker #tasm! peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker #tasm #the amazing spider man #spiderman #spiderman x reader #spiderman x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n

[pleasantlyinsincere]

May Pang, Sunday Mirror December 14, 1980

MY LOVE AFFAIR WITH LENNON - I didn't steal her man - by Tony Frost

John Lennon's secret love has talked for the first time about her "beautiful and tender" affair with the tragic superstar.

Chinese beauty May Pang has fought back the tears and said: "I still can't believe he is dead. Now he is gone, I feel a part of me has died too." Lennon turned to May after breaking up with his Japanese wife Yoko Ono in 1973. They spent eighteen 'Idyllic' months together - living in Los Angeles for six months, then setting up a love-nest on New York's fashionable East Side, before Lennon eventually went back to Yoko.

Only a few close friends knew of Lennon's romance with May, who was once secretary to him and Yoko. The affair was deliberately concealed from fans.

May, 30 but looking ten years younger, overcame her grief at last week's assassination of the ex-Beatle to give me an exclusive interview at her Manhattan apartment. "They were such magical times", she said. "Thank God, no one can take away my precious memories. I count myself as a very lucky woman to have shared some of John's most tender moments, his private thoughts and, most of all, his love. John brought me more happiness than I could hope to find in a lifetime with another man."

May originally worked for apple, the Beatles recording company. She became very close to Yoko and helped her in women's lib campaigns. "I don't want to say anything that might be hurtful to Yoko", she said. "She was always very kind to me. I didn't steal her man - they had broken up before John and I became lovers. I know she is deeply upset, and my heart goes out to her. But I have shed as many tears as Yoko."

Last Monday night, when Mark Chapman pumped five bullets into Lennon outside his New York home, May was at a friend's flat half a mile away. "We had the radio on," said May. "The disc jockey suddenly interrupted saying 'John Lennon has been shot'. At first I thought it was some kind of a sick joke. The initial news flash said that John was wounded. A few minutes later it was announced that he was at the hospital being operated on. I began shuddering and held my breath. I prayed that it wasn't true, but the third bulletin revealed the awful truth - John was dead. I screamed hysterically for several minutes. I stayed in bed for two days, sobbing and just thinking of John. I couldn't eat or sleep - my body was so numb from shock."

TOO UPSET

"The only thing I managed to do was pull a call through to Yoko. One of her aides answered the phone, saying she was too upset to talk to me. I can understand her feelings. Perhaps she cannot forgive me for loving John as much as her, and I feel I have no right to intrude into her sorrow. I left a message that I would gladly to anything to help her or their little boy Sean."

May's flat is a shrine to Lennon. Two pictures that she took of John - one showing him shirtless on a beach in California, the other relaxing with ex-Beatles drummer Ringo Starr - take pride of place. A note that Ringo slipped through the door of their New York home is pinned on the wall. "Dear John and May, Popped round to see you. Will call again." May has all of Lennon'd records but her most treasured possession is a doodle he produced.

"He was talking about finding peace and tranquility in his twilight years," she said. "He sketched for several minutes and handed me a drawing of himself as a little old man. 'That's how I'll look, when I'm 64,' he told me."

Lennon obsessed with assassination during the early Beatlemania years, later curbed his fear of death. "His great desire was to grow old gracefully," said May. "Some people fear old age, but John actually looked forward to it."

May, who was nicknamed 'Mother superior' by Lennon because she loved to organise things at his recording sessions, now works for Rod Stewart's record company. She cuddled two pet cats as she told of the gentle side of Lennon.

"When he read about callous acts of violence throughout the world, he would take it all so personally. 'Guns are for cowboys in the movies,' he said. John wanted desperately to be accepted at the level of the ordinary man. He always shunned bodyguards, to avoid attention being drawn to him."

WITTY VERSES

In a magazine interview shortly before his death Lennon said he had sometimes beat up his women. "He was never like that with me," said May. "He was a kind, caring and gentle companion. We would often stay up until dawn discussing music and the world's problems. Sometimes as we lay in bed he would recite poetry - nothing heavy just little witty, amusing verses - or sing to me. He was a real romantic and I don't believe he was capable of hurting a fly."

Lennon's fling with May ended after he bumped into Yoko backstage at an Elton John concert in New York.

She suggested he should improve his health by cutting down on alcohol, losing weight and stopping smoking. An appointment was made for him to visit a hypnotist who treated heavy smokers. Friends say that after his first session in the hypnotist's chair Lennon walked "almost spell-bound" back to Yoko's flat. From then the two were inseperable.

"When John went back to Yoko I knew it was finished between us forever, because he was a loyal and honorable person", said May. He was faithful during our time together and since he returned to Yoko there was never any question of him looking at another woman."

The last time May spoke to Lennon was three years ago ata party at Regine's nightclub in New York. "He was very careful in his choice of words because Yoko never left his side," said May. "I believe he could sense that I had never stopped loving him. I will love him forever. There will always be a corner of my heart reserved for John Lennon.

Lennon's affair was observed by Chris Charlesworth, then American editor of Melody Maker.

Chris, 33, said in London: "He was obviously infatuated with May. Yoko thought it would be a short-lived fling while John sowed his wild oats. I don't think he could ever get Yoko out of his mind. He used to ring her every few days just to hear her voice."

Chris said: "Dying so young was something that never entered John's head. 'When I'm 64, Yoko and I will be a doddery old couple living in a tiny cottage in Ireland,' he said. "Yoko envisaged them growing all their own vegetable and milking a couple of goats every day."

Lennon gave the reason why the fab four could never perform together again.

He told Chris: "If we got our act together it wouldn't be as good as the old days. We're rusty old men." The world will now never know if he meant it.

#going through articles from the first year (in this case days) after john's death is so fascinating #everybody staking out their claim. what narratives get set up what will later be changed.... #May Pang #John Lennon

[lestappenforever]

It’s time to appreciate you a little bit and let you know how much we love your cute little stories of our babies and what you share with us. Getting a notification that you posted something always makes me happy inside 🥰 especially if it’s during work and I can distract myself with cute lestappen. The prompt list is so cute and nice I couldn’t pick the best one 😩😂 but I’ve been having these idea of them being around others and being a pda mess a little and others reacting to them being in a cute bubble. How about 2 and 37? 🥰

This is such a lovely message to start my day with reading, thank you so incredibly much. 🥹

When I started this blog not long ago, I could have never imagined that it would bring people the kind of happiness you're refering to, and I feel so incredibly honored to know that it does. I'm so glad you're enjoying my blog and my writing. Seriously, you have no idea how much your ask means to me, and how much your words have warmed my heart. 💖

I already did 2. "Please?" "Those eyes won't work on me this time." here, and my brain literally will not let me reuse a prompt because as soon as I've written something using that particular prompt, it simply won't let me come up with anything else tied to that sentence for a while.

But, you did ask for two so you're getting two! Throwing in a little 1. "You're cold." "Am not." to make up for not using 2. Lestappen being a PDA mess coming right up! I also saw my chance to write this as a sequel to this and I took it.

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1."You're cold." "Am not." and 3. "Just... hold my hand?"

Max doesn't know whose brilliant idea it was to gather on the roof of the Alpine motor home the night before the British Grand Prix — who is he kidding, it was probably Pierre's. Or Esteban's — but yet, here they were.

It wasn't as if it was freezing cold in the night air — the last time Max had checked it was around 14°C —but this was England. England with its stupid biting winds.

He'd told Charles to wear a thicker sweater, but the Monégasque had insisted he didn't need it. Hell, Max had even offered to let him borrow his favorite black hoodie, but Charles had been stubborn and refused.

And now the idiot was sitting next to Max, trying and failing to pretend that he wasn't shivering. Trying to hide how pale his hands had gotten due to the cold under the too-thin fabric of the arms of his sweater.

Pierre is telling a story from his karting days back in France, and the whole group is laughing, except Max.

Because Charles is cold next to him, and this whole thing could have been prevented if the Ferrari driver had just listened to him.

"You're cold," Max says to Charles, narrowing his eyes.

Charles turns his head to look at him, cheeks pink from the wind. "Am not."

"You are," Max huffs, rolling his eyes.

"I'm fine, Max."

"You're shivering, Charles."

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Look, was Lando relieved that Max and Charles had finally done something about the years of unresolved sexual tension between them a couple of months ago? Yes.

Was he happy to see that two of his best friends on the grid had also realized that their feelings for each other went deeper than the physical attraction, and were now officially dating? Absolutely.

Because Max and Charles were still bickering. Not only that, they were bickering cutely. In front of everyone.

But the thing was, Lando had thought — hoped, fucking prayed — that resolving the tension between them would stop them from bickering all the time. Over nothing.

That, apparently, was too much to ask.

And honestly, as adorable as it was to watch, it was still exhausting. Because it was still constant.

Had he known his little scheme to get them to work out their issues would lead to the two of them becoming even more insufferable, Lando would have reconsidered the whole thing.

"Your face is shivering," Charles says to Max, and Lando rolls his eyes.

"That doesn't even make any sense!" Max shoots back, and Lando audibly groans.

The attention of their little group has turned to the pair of them, and everyone aside from Lando are apparently finding the whole thing amusing. Which makes sense, seeing most of them don't also have to deal with it outside of race weekends, when they're all gaming.

"Take my hand," Max demands, holding out his hand for Charles.

Charles glares at it as if it's a dangerous weapon specifically designed to kill him.

"I'm not cold, Max!" Charles insists, like a fucking child.

Lando wonders if throwing himself off of the building would kill him. Wonders if he truly cares if it would.

"Charles," The Red Bull driver says, pinching the bridge of his nose with the hand he isn't still holding out. He says it like Charles is the single cause of every ounce of frustration he as ever felt in his life.

Which, Lando figuers, isn't far from being the truth.

Charles glares at him, but there's no real heat behind it.

"Just... Hold my hand?"

It's a request now, and it's soft and pleading, and Max is looking at Charles with an adorable look on his face. Charles' entire façade crumbles.

"Fine, I'll hold your hand," The Monégasque says with an overly dramatic sigh, as he takes Max's hand and interlocks their fingers. "But I won't be happy about it!"

Max snorts, but doesn't argue. He probably knows that Charles is lying, just like Lando knows that Charles is lying. Just like every single person up here knows he's lying.

Can see it all over Charles' face the second their hands touch.

"You two are ridiculous," Lando announces, throwing his head back. There's fondness in his tone, though, and his words draw a collective laugh from the group.

Next to him, Carlos pats his knee.

"Just be glad you haven't shared a cool-down room with them yet," the Spaniard mumbles.

There mere thought of that makes Lando whine.

#Lestappen drabble #Lestappen prompt #Ask prompts #Asks

[slavicafire]

żmija, i am in a messy situation. my love of more than two years (long distance relationship, we have not met yet in person) drifted away for a while last month (we had quite a bit of tension between us, mutually caused) and then we kept in touch again but he stopped replying again - just as we were supposed to meet in person (i thought he's really busy with exams and i kept sending cute lovely messages almost every day) and now he says he found another person and that he couldn't decide for a month if he should leave me but it's time. żmija, i really love him, more than anything, with a big big love and i really improved after that tension and stopped being jealous and angry. i talked to him again today after crying for a whole day from his decision he told me about yesterday and i can see (or i hope) he can be convinced to at least meet me. i want to try to get him back and i come here for advice on how to do that, any advice, because you are wise and i trust your judgement. i know that without drifting he still could be in a relationship with me now and i wish it didn't happen but i really want to try to change his mind anyway. how do i do it, how do i.. i don't know, seduce him? make him infatuated with me, like he is with her? make him feel the same that one can feel at the start of love, make him feel fresh love? please, if you can, answer this soon, i think the more time passes, the less chances i have, and i know i probably act foolish and should let go - everyone says that - but i love him in a real way

oh, darling... what a horrible pain to be in - and what a wrong door to knock at to get the answer you hope for.

one, the truth is that I simply cannot comprehend a long distance relationship. I cannot fathom being with someone - romantically, sexually, spiritually - without having met them. I can imagine a separation due to horrific circumstance, after a long time of loving and being close, but I cannot imagine being with someone without ever meeting them. I might be the minority, I might be dense, I might be cruel or shallow - but while I can comprehend a long distance spark, I cannot comprehend a long distance love. perhaps you ought to ask someone for whom this concept is dear and important.

and two - if someone would tell me that after a month of thinking about me, they chose someone else... I'd send a kiss across the four winds and bid them fare fucking well.

I know that without drifting... but he did. he has. there is no without. if he drifted - then he is simply like driftwood, and the river shall take him and then the sea, and any other heart that's willing. why would yours have to beg?

why would your own heart have to claw at this love that's clearly being held over your head? why fall to your knees and cry desperately? a thousand sweet messages won't make him love you like you deserve to be loved.

if you require a kind voice to tell you: beg him, prostrate yourself as if before the very god, cry and pray, offer him what no other can offer - then you must go somewhere else.

from me, you'll only get one thing: prioritise yourself. your time, your heart, your loyalty, your willingness, your pride, your love.

don't claw at it.

[solarwoniii]

GURLY WHAT HAPPENED

HAH a lot. wasnt planning on ranting ab it here BUT I LITERALLY HAVE NO ONE ELSE TO TALK TO SOOO (tw !! mention of eating disorders / anorexia pls read at ur own risk)

we had no school on friday so he invited me out to hang with a bunch of classmates and i was like omg !!! so i went and i found out it was a set up and there was actually no hang out w/ our classmates. he confessed to me and it was rly cute he seemed so sweet and genuine. he took me to the movies and we had the whole theatre to ourselves. it was really nice and he even kissed my hand at the end so i was like so in love haha little did i know

n e ways he walked me home and we talked ab stuff and he told me he's liked me for a while but didnt know how to say and i was like awww hes so cute and sweet and he wld never ever try to hurt me (foreshadowing) !!!!!

and then today there was this huge rager type party going on at one of his friends house which i originally wasnt planning on going to bc aaahhhh socialising party people alcohol bad decisions scary (shldve listened to my inner goody two shoes asian child self smh) but then he messaged me like 3 hrs before it started asking if i was coming and i was put on the spot and didn't know how to say no... so you know what my dumbass does?? I SAY YES. and then he gets all excited so im like 'omg i have to go im going to break his heart' (r u sure ure the one thats going to do that babe) and then i end up going.

as soon as i step in he sees me and comes and says hello to me and gives me a hug and calls me beautiful and im like omg !!! i love this man so much !!!!!

but AS WE ALREADY KNOW his friends are all walking red flags and as soon as i walk into the party theyre spewing nonsense (their idiot brains combined with the alcohol is NOT a good mixture. talk about ear torture). theyre saying shit about me and my friends as per usual and then one of them calls me anorexic.

AND THEIR MOTIVE FOR SAYIING THAT IS NOT JUST PLAIN OLD ABLEISM bc guess what !!! at the start of the year a rumour went around about me being anorexic 🥰😘😣🙄😭🥰🥰😍😣🙄 and why did this happen ??? oh because i talked to one of my friends about my eating disorder back then because i thought she was trustworthy (spoiler alert im not friends with her anymore) and then she decided to go and share it around to uni boys dumbass friends!!!

so yea they bring up that shit and im obviously hurt about it because im not responding. and im expecting uni boy to say something because UHM HELLO BARE MINIMUM ESPECIALLY IF YOU CARE ABOUT SOMEONE ENOUGH TO HUG AND KISS THEM AND SAY I LOVE YOU TO THEM

not only does this bitch say NOTHING in response to what his friend said about me HE (AND SOME OF MY OWN FUCKING FRIENDS) THINK ITS OKAY TO LAUGH AT THE JOKE.

so i just leave because fuck no im not dealing with this shit !!! for the last two hours uni boy and my friends have been blowing my phone up and i have been ghosting them.

i am dreading uni tmr hahahahaahahaahaha... pls pray 4 me

#💌; lynn rambles ! #moots ; chewryy 💗 #💭askbox ! #i am so sorry for dumping all of this on here #i am so sad rn i dont know how else to deal with it

[septembersghost]

what songs from present day would you want to hear elvis cover?

ANON!!! 🥰💕 i love this message an enormous amount, and then it tormented me for two days because i read it and instantly forgot every modern day song i've ever listened to somehow lol. the actual problem was, i felt like i didn't have a solid enough handle on today's genres that he might lean more towards or that would do him justice? i was sitting here frantically thinking of songs by pop girlies™ and i could hear him softly laughing over my shoulder. so i was going to give you a short answer.

then i ended up looking at my actual music library and came out with a novel.

first, i sent this to both my loves @joons and @headfullofpresley in my initial dilemma, looking for suggestions. sidenote: if anyone would like to add to this, you're welcome to!

chelsea gave me three that i think are simply marvelous and i will weep forever that we cannot have them: million reasons by lady gaga (the taste this has, the vision this has. I bow down to pray, I try to make the worst seem better, Lord, show me the way to cut through all this worn out leather. I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away, but baby, I just need one good one to stay. hello?!), praying by kesha (well, you almost had me fooled, told me that I was nothing without you, but after everything you've done, I can thank you for how strong I have become, 'cause you brought the flames and you put me through hell, I had to learn how to fight for myself, and we both know all the truth I could tell, I'll just say this is "I wish you farewell." I hope you're somewhere prayin'...I don't need you, I found a strength I've never known, I'll bring thunder, I'll bring rain, oh, when I'm finished, they won't even know your name...can you imagine how much i would cry?), and love on the brain by rihanna (baby, I'm fist fighting with fire just to get close to you, can we burn something, babe? and I run for miles just to get a taste. i NEED to hear how he would arrange this).

tam i know would say peace (there's robbers to the east, clowns to the west, I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best, but the rain is always gonna come, if you're standin' with me) by taylor. also slow dancing in a burning room (this is the deep and dying breath of this love that we've been working on. can't seem to hold you like I want to, so I can feel you in my arms, nobody's gonna come and save you, we pulled too many false alarms) and shadow days (did you know that you could be wrong, and swear you're right? some people been known to do it all their lives. but you find yourself alone, just like you found yourself before, like I found myself in pieces on the hotel floor. hard times help me see, I'm a good man with a good heart, had a tough time, got a rough start, but I finally learned to let it go...).

for my part, i feel like there is this endless list of songs i could mention from further back in time, but i wanted to pull from our modern era since you said present day, and i've been mulling some of my favorites in my mind. granted, elvis would play around with how these are crafted and produced, but in my head, i can hear these.

taylor is such an obvious go-to, and i wracked my brain trying to think of what would be right for him. something with her country flavor, or something with a bigger sound, a more rock-infused sound, like state of grace (PLEASE), like the story of us. but these jumped out - the original version of that's when. i love the duet with keith urban, but the original can be carried by one person. i can't explain, but it's very kentucky rain-coded to me. also just the story there, that idea that all these mistakes have been made, but the person you love is always welcome to come back. there's also an unreleased song of hers called just south of knowing why (drive all night) that is SO GOOD, and i hope it'll be on debut tv. for some reason i can connect it with him easily. "if I could drive all night, would I find my peace of mind? would it be a million miles of cold white lies and unfamiliar exit signs? I just drive on by, just south of knowing why. I don't have a plan, I don't have a map, I don't even know if I'm ever going back." lastly, and this is the biggest one, i toyed with a bunch of folklore choices (this is me trying...they told me all of my cages were mental...), but my brain just kept circling back to fearless, specifically to change. this is curious because i never used to like change, it's the re-recording that, well, changed it for me. the initial letdown of it (the final blow hits you, somebody else gets what you wanted again, and you know it's all the same, another time and place, repeating history and you're getting sick of it), and then the hopeful triumph overcoming it (but I believe in everything you do). the spirit of it - and we'll sing hallelujah! anyway i cried thinking about this so that tells you everything.

to the lady gaga connection, can i say that el would sound phenomenal singing any number of the songs from she and bradley's version of a star is born? always remember us this way. alibi. music to my eyes (i know it's a duet!). and especially maybe it's time.

harry's version of just a little bit of your heart where he made it rockier (I know I'm not your only, but at least I'm one, I heard a little love is better than none). canyon moon, you just have to trust me.

and it hit me, LITERALLY ANYTHING by lord huron?! there's an entire playlist of elvis-as-lord-huron songs that i could make, but if i can only choose one, i'm going to say the man who lives forever. (ends of the earth? time to run? love like ghosts? the night we met? louisa? wait by the river? love me like you used to?) also he'd make fool for love really fun.

miscellaneous choices i adore from my library that i know he'd transform amazingly: green eyes and a heart of gold by the lone bellow, in the light by the lumineers, let's be still by the head and the heart, morning comes by delta rae, ghost towns by radical face, the weight of love by snow patrol, all of me by john legend, river by josh groban, you and me by niall horan (time's never been on our side, so would you wait for me?). wait for it (death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes, and we keep living anyway, we rise and we fall and we break and we make our mistakes, and if there's a reason I'm still alive...). breathe by la'porsha renae (I swear I pray every day, but still nothing's changing, feels like my life might need rearranging. you say that you're here and right now is a test of faith. so open up my heart and have your way, I'm sinkin' in my thoughts, so pull me from the waves, my head's above the water, you're my sweet escape. I need you just so I can breathe).

songs that are absolutely bonkers to choose, but i know how they could be re-worked somehow, i can HEAR it i just can't psychically share it with you: miley's never be me, aly & aj's symptom of your touch, hallelujah by alicia keys, someone new by hozier, graveyard (acoustic) by halsey (they say I may be making a mistake, I would've followed all the way, no matter how far. I know when you go down all your darkest roads, I would've followed all the way to the graveyard), golden by fall out boy (and I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies, and all the lovers with no time for me...i like to cry idk), and simply because it tickles me as she is a huge fan, lana's get free. there are couple of lyrics in it that i question how he'd feel about, but this is modern elvis, i can open him up a little. here's why i couldn't help but choose this, in the end: there's no more chasing rainbows and hoping for an end to them, their arches are illusions, solid at first glance, but then you try to touch them, there's nothing to hold on to, the colors used to lure you in and put you in a trance. sometimes it feels like I've got a war in my mind, I wanna get off, but I keep riding the ride, I never really noticed that I had to decide to play someone's game, or live my own life. and now I do, I wanna move, out of the black, into the blue.

i could honestly go on forever, but have one last song, and it's an oldie (probably a cliche, but i do not care!), and that is landslide by fleetwood mac. considering how i feel about e's cover of bridge over troubled water, i think if i could hear him sing landslide i might be fixed forever (or shattered, but still healed somehow). picture this with me: I took my love, I took it down, climbed a mountain and I turned around, and I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills 'til the landslide brought me down. oh, mirror in the sky, what is love? can the child within my heart rise above? can I sail through the changin' ocean tides? can I handle the seasons of my life? well, I've been 'fraid of changin' 'cause I've built my life around you, but time makes you bolder, even children get older, and I'm gettin' older, too. it would be beyond beautiful.

honestly, for anyone reading, if you don't understand what i'm talking about in regards to the way he transformed and brought the incandescent soul out of songs, i just...please listen to this. my entire heart forever.

#elvis presley #i actually can't talk about his version of bridge over troubled water at length publicly. it's too close to my heart. it's so important. #everything to me #but anyway that except with landslide. would be magnificent #also runnin' up that hill in the older songs section #i'm sorry this is SO LONG omg and this is RESTRAINT?! i STOPPED myself?! #you should not give me an excuse to daydream about him singing things my imagination runs away with me #i love him sm :( #please consider this a music rec list too 💖 #anonymous #letterbox #i was a dreamer #* #music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent #without music life would be a mistake

[bubbleteatae]

Puppy Love - Part 8

Read previous parts here

pairing: idol!Taehyung x reader

warnings: smut - long time reader, first time writer 🫣 reader’s first time (and it’s perfect, not reality), intercourse, fingering/oral (f receiving), swallowing, minor handjob, soft aftercare, language.

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authors note: I'm so nervous posting this, as it's the first time I've ever written smut, so I hope it's okay..

Y/N POV:

5:52, I was finally back at Taehyung’s apartment after a long day of work. I input his security code and opened the front door, expecting Kana to come bounding over as she usually did, Yeontan running to keep up behind her.

Instead I was met with darkness. Taehyung had the day off, so I had assumed he would be home having a chill day.

He must have just gone out for the day. I thought to myself. But usually he would leave the dogs out?

Closing the door behind me, I placed my bags on the kitchen bench and was about to turn on a light, when I noticed a lamp left on in the hallway.

“Tae?” I called out, slightly hesitantly.

“Down here” he called back, and I could hear a smile behind his voice.

I let go of the breath I didn’t realise I was holding when I knew he was home and made my way towards the hallway, about to question why it was so quiet.

I stopped.

The lamp that Taehyung had left on emitted a warm glow, highlighting scattered rose petals across the floor.

“What’s all this?” I giggled. He didn’t answer.

I looked up and saw that they continued their trail up the stairs, where a warm glow flickered faintly against the walls.

“Taehyung..?” I questioned, barely audible. My mind, and heart, racing.

I kept my head down as I walked up the stairs, being careful not to trample the red and pink petals, only looking up when I reached the open door of Taehyung’s bedroom.

There he was, sitting on the edge of his bed, one leg crossed over the other. The source of the warm glow was the dozen candles scattered across each surface, rose petals spread around them.

It wasn’t until Taehyung stood up that I realised I had yet to speak. He made his way towards me, giving me a moment to take in the white dress shirt hugging his upper body, which only just hid his toned skin underneath.

“I told you I would make it special” he smiled, taking my hands into his own.

“Really?” Was all I managed to say, my voice slightly cracking. I prayed he didn’t notice, but if he did he didn’t point it out.

“Only if you want to of course” he spoke softly.

"Of course I want to" I softly replied, barely. My voice shaking with nerves.

"Well, the kids are asleep in the other room" he smirked. I stared at him as he laughed "Yeontan and Kana."

"Oh my god" I laughed, only stopping when I realised Taehyung was holding my gaze.

I was glad when Taehyung naturally took lead, pulling me in close and pressing his lips against my own. His kiss started gentle, but didn't take long for his needs to take over as his kiss became more hungry. My body responded the same, lust overcoming the nervousness I felt being so intimate with him.

His hands moved from my waist to my hips as he pulled them to press against his own. I could feel his hardness grow, causing heat to instantly rise between my legs and my breath the catch. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his large hands slide to my ass and squeeze, naturally pressing my hips even closer to his.

"Can you feel how much I want you right now" he heavily breathed between kisses.

"Mmm.. then take me" I said boldly, between our heavy breaths.

That was enough for him, as he moved to push me towards his bed pulling my shirt above my head as he went. As I sat down, he quickly unbuttoned his dress shirt, revealing his perfect caramel skin. Without taking his eyes of mine, he removed his belt discarding it somewhere on the floor, and stepped out of his black pants. I lifted my hips to slip out of my skirt before shuffling back towards the head of his bed, as Taehyung climbed across to straddle my hips.

"Tonight is all about making you feel good, love" he whispered, instantly crashing his lips to my own. Moans escaping as his hardness pressed against my growing wetness.

Taehyung began to move his lips to the spot behind my ear and slowly down my neck. I was confident he was leaving marks on my skin as he went, dominantly saying to the world I was his, and his alone.

My stomach tightened as he went from my collarbone to the top of my breasts. His hands moved to my back, pulling me up towards him. "May I?" he asked. It was only then I noticed his cheeks were starting to darken and flush. I nodded, allowing him to gently remove my bra, exposing my breasts.

"God" he muttered, brushing his thumb over one of my erect nipples before massaging with his large hand. "Mmmm" I hummed, already getting lost at the feeling of his touch alone. Taehyung began placing kisses against the other side once again, before teasing his tongue over my other nipple, instantly causing me to squeeze my thighs together.

Taehyung noticed this and stopped immediately to look up at me through his hooded eyes. "Are you trying to tell me something, darling" he smirked, rubbing one hand along my thigh.

I whimpered, becoming more and more at mercy of his touch. And his words.

Without warning, he began placing kisses down my stomach, and along the inside of my thighs. The way he teased so close to where I wanted him caused shivers to run throughout my entire body.

"Fuck, look how wet you are already darling" he smirked.

"Stop teasing" I laughed, feeling slightly embarrassed at how vulnerable I was beneath him. I noticed a shift in his eyes from hungry to soft. "Are you doing okay, love" he asked.

"Yes" I smiled.

"Are you happy if I continue" he said, rubbing his thumb over the waistband of my underwear.

"Very" I said.

Taehyung simply smiled, pulling my underwear over my hips and throwing them to the side.

My breath hitched and my hips immediately bucked up as he gathered my wetness on two of his fingers, rubbing against my clit. "Fuck" I breathed out. He slowly rubbed his thumb in small circles around my clit, as I moaned his name and threw my head back against the pillow "Taehyung.. god.. yes".

"I love hearing my name cursed on you lips like that. Just seeing what effect I'm having on you." he said deeply. He continued to rub circles with his thumb, before pressing his middle finger to my entrance.

As I waited to feel him from inside, I realised he was waiting for my okay. "Yes.. Tae.. please" I said, trying to think through his touch, my words becoming a moan as he pressed his long finger inside and began to slowly pump.

"Oh fuck" my hips starting to move in time with his finger, my body already accepting and stretching to accommodate him. Taehyung felt this too, taking it as a sign to insert a second finger. I could feel the orgasm already building up inside me every time his fingers reached my g-spot. The feeling only stopped when I felt his fingers curled down leaving behind a cold emptiness from the absence of his warm touch. I looked up to see him put his two fingers in his mouth, my mouth agape at the sight of how hot he looked in that moment. "Mmm.. you taste so good" he smirked.

"I want you.. between my legs." Taehyung's eyes widened slightly as he realised what I was asking, wasting no time to shuffle so that he face was inches from me, his hands grabbing either side of my thighs. My hips buckled towards his face as I felt his tongue move from my centre to my clit, and my hand reached down to grab a handful of his hair, loudly moaning from the contact.

My head was already starting to become dizzy with how he moved his wet tongue and swollen lips against every part of me. I could feel his spit mix with my own juices. Each time I thrusted my hips towards him, his nails dug deeper into my thighs. I began to squirm as I became more tender from his touch, which only caused him to laugh against me and hold onto my legs.

"Tae.. I think I'm close" I breathed.

"I know you are baby girl" he smiled.

"But I.. I want you inside me. Please."

"Oh?" He said, stopping to look up at me. His pink lips glistening with my wetness.

"Fuck me, Taehyung" I smiled, my chest rising and falling.

He immediately sat up, his hooded eyes filled with lust. "Fuck. I love this side of you" he said, pulling his Calvin Klein's over his prominent hip bones, exposing his full erection.

"Fuck.. you're so hot" I smiled, promoting him to climb back onto me.

With his body hovering over mine, I dragged my thumb over his slit, watching as his brows fuse together, catching his breath.

"Shit" he moaned. I used the pre-cum building up to slowly move my hand up and down his length. My small hands looking even smaller against him.

"In the.. draw" he said between his heavy breaths. Never taking my hand off him, I turned to open his bedside draw, shakily rummaging through his stuff, needing not ask what I was looking for. I fumbled to pull a condom out of the packet, before opening it with my teeth.

"Y/N" he moaned, watching as I did.

My hands started to shake - unsure if it was my nervousness or still reeling from having Taehyung's head between my legs - as I tried to place the condom onto him. Taehyung's hand grasped onto my own, helping.

He shuffled back so that his hips were just above mine, my legs instinctively opening for him.

"I'm still going to ask" he smiled softly, his face already flushed.

I nodded.

"And you'll tell me if you want to stop"

I nodded again.

My hips rolled into him, as soon as I felt the tip of him at my entrance, the two of us moaning as he pushed himself inside of me. He stayed there for a second, allowing me to adjust to his size, before rolling his hips back and forth against me.

"God you feel so good" he moaned as he grabbed ahold of the headboard above me. I looked up at him, eyes screwed shut as he bit onto his bottom lip.

My legs responded to his thrusts and opened further trying to accommodate of much of him as I could, and I couldn't help but notice the way his stomach contracted every time he did. The longer he went the faster he got, our breathing matching the speed of his hips slamming into me. Taehyung's hot breath and raspy growls at the side of my neck.

A mixture of lewd moaning and cursing of each others names, filled up the bedroom. My fingernails digging into his broad back, while my other hand grasped onto the fabric of his silk pillow. Taehyung brought his hand down to grab onto mine, sliding his fingers up my wrist until his fingers tightly intertwined.

"I'm already close for you baby"

"Me too.. oh god" The knot tightening in my lower stomach. I wanted to scream.

"Mmmm" he whimpered, rolling his hips shakily a few more times, groaning loudly as he snapped his hips one last time. That pushed me over the edge, my whole body shook, and I threw my head back, moaning loudly as I felt my orgasm wash over me, dragging my nails up his back as it did.

Breathing heavy, Taehyung collapsed on top of me. I could still feel him twitching inside me from his own orgasm.

"Fuck Y/N" he smiled between heavy breaths, pressing his sweaty forehead to my shoulder as he pulled himself out.

I turned to look at him. His face flushed, beads of sweat dripping from the front strands of his hair. The most obvious being the boxy (and exhausted) smile on his face. As I heavily breathed, recovering, I was sure I looked the same.

"Was that.. did you enjoy it?" He nervously asked.

I pulled my body closer to him. "Amazing" I smiled.

“Did I hurt you?”

“It hurt a little” I replied, causing worry to wash over his face. I shook my head “but the way you made me feel.. I guess it pushed that aside” I smiled.

“I’m sorry it hurt you” he frowned before pressing a soft kiss to my lips. It tasted salty, and I didn't know if it was sweat, or I was tasting myself on his lips. “You know I love you. So much, Y/N"

"I love you too, Tae".

"Let me grab a towel to clean us up" he smiled sweetly, contradicting the sinful mess we left all over his sheets.

We laid there together for around half an hour, a mixture of silently being in each others company, tracing skin, and still being giddy from our previous endeavour. Scratching from the other room broke us from our bubble away from the rest of the would.

Taehyung lightly sighed, as I stretched to get up, trying to piece together the clothes that had been heatedly tossed to different areas of the room. "We better let them out" I said.

"Fine. But then we can spend the rest of the night cuddling?" he whined.

"Only after you've had a shower with me" I smirked, prompting him to jump out of bed immediately.

#kim taehyung fic #kim taehyung #taehyung imagine #taehyung x reader #taehyung drabble #bts drabble #taehyung oneshot #taehyung smut #v #kim taehyung smut

[heyyitslindsay]

I was trying so hard to hold back my tears during the service. I was alone. I spent last Sunday with a group of gals and I led the conversation. My heart was full, sharing my testimonies during my early 20s and how God healed me after our break-up. I was on a Spiritual high. Only to open my IG(coz a new friend insisted I be active there) and see my past convo with Mic. I clicked his profile and saw his recent posts answering random flirty questions from anonymous senders. One question asked who he has planted hickeys on. I was so shocked and enraged about how his dating life is going. I messaged him telling him off. Then I blocked him. And I felt so low rightafter 'coz I just shared my testimony of God's healing and how peaceful I am now. And yet, I was enraged. A week passed and I'm trying to get over that fact but when I was singing worship songs and the seat next to me was empty, I couldn't help but remember how he used to sit right next to me and sing songs of praises together. I cried. So hard. At the bathroom. Funny 'cause I came across one of the gals who listened to our story. I stayed there. It took me some time to calm down. But tears still kept on flowing. I just had to go out since they were already closing the floor. I went out and noticed that Kuya Junel was looking at me so I titled my head up to recognize him, he said hi. When Mic and I talked last time, he was still connected with Kuya Junel and he even brought him up during our last talk. I didn't want him to see I was crying but I also didn't want to ignore him.

I walked out of the building. Good thing I attended the 5pm service and it was already dark when it ended. I was still crying and walking and figured I can't go home like this. I no longer drive after the accident and I stopped riding tricycles cause most drivers were creepy and I couldn't ride the jeepney crying like that.

I walked along the covered part outside our university and called the only person who can really understand me. I called Karl. And immediately, he answered.

He listened to me bawl. He was just silent, paying attention to everything I was saying. And once I got everything out, he calmed me down. He told me it's okay to make mistakes even after delivering a great testimony. That the Christian walk will never be perfect. He told me it's okay to feel and react this way because we had been together for so long. He noticed how I was just masking my concern in anger and that Mic will find his way back to God. God will have a way to redeem him someday somehow, like the prodigal son. And that I should just pray that God send people to help him get back. Within just 8 minutes of his understanding, I ended the call with lots of thanks and him saying that I just chat him whenever I need him.

I chatted him later on that night once I regained my composure, really grateful for him having the patience to listen and knowing just the right words to say. He left another reminder that he'll always be there.

God, please. Kami nalang. 🥺

But thank you so much for loving me through him. I felt loved and cared for. 🤍

Thank you God. 🤍

[shippy-pjo-shipper]

Percethan ~ Distance

I started praying again and that made me feel pathetic.

I hadn't for so long. At least not with pure and true intentions. Why would I ? Who would I call ? My mother ? She already got enough from me, didn't she ? A cabin, recognition, an eye... And what did I get in return ? Nothing. In a sense, I had even less than before.

Of course I had the camp. A camp full of wary people. Of course I had a place to sleep in. An empty place.

And I used to have Percy. But the emphasis put on the "used to" could never be strong enough.

It had been three days and still no sign of him. I knew they were responsible. I knew it from the beginning but how could I voice it out ? They'd never believe me. They'd all believe that I'm turning crazy again and that my hatred for the gods will cause more trouble.

Annabeth would believe me. She already did, actually, without me ever needing to say a word. The question wasn't "who?" to us, it was "why?". But how can you ever be sure with those ones ?

And would I ever dare talking about this with her when our relationship was so...peculiar ?

Not that Annabeth hated me. I don't think she did. She saw too much of Luke in me to do so. As disturbing as this idea was, I should be grateful. Because it allowed me to have more than one person on my side after the second Titan War.

Not that Percy alone wasn't enough.

He had done so much for me in the aftermath. How we worked on the new cabins together with Nico, the way he basically harassed the Apollo kids so they would take a look at my eye and give me the treatments and equipments needed to live with this at best, how he invited me at his table or joined me at mine when even my own siblings remained distant from me...

Without him I would have been cast out if not executed already. If looks could kill, I would be.

It took me weeks to call him a friend, and even when I finally accepted it, it was only in my mind. I never put the word on it out loud, before him or anyone.

But he knew. I think he knew. Nico knew for sure.

But even if he did see what I never expressed with words, even then he would have been in the wrong.

Percy had been my friends for weeks before I accepted that he was. It only made sense that I acknowledged it when he was already more in my heart...

I couldn't help but feel responsible for his disappearance. As if those who took him had waited for my confession to do so. To punish me, or save him from the embarrassment.

Like a lots of things when it came to the son of Poseidon, it wasn't planned. An alert in the wood. Just the two of us near enough to be there on time. A surprise attack. A near death experience. Me saving this idiot at the last second. ...A hug.

"Don't ever scare me like that again. You matter too much."

To me. I should have had added 'to me'. But I didn't. In place I avoided him all afternoon and evening. I didn't even look his way once.

Or I tried. I did look at him once. At the end of the campfire gathering, as the fire was growing weaker. He was standing close to it. So close that when our eyes met I swore his cheeks were red.

It was from the heat. Of course it was from the heat. What else ? What else ?

Paradoxically, it's the sound of the crackling fire that brought me back to the present.

It was my turn.

Damn, I had forgotten all about it. Fortunately I had watched Percy do this enough times that thinking back to those memories guided me well enough.

I took one last step forward.

I thought about all the people that missed Percy. I thought about all the times he told me about his mother, about tomorrow and Annabeth almost begging me to follow her to New-York, incapable of facing Sally Jackson alone to announce the frightening news, about every demigod that was still outside the barrier, looking for clues, about Tyson and the tears I knew he had shed when Chiron messaged him... I thought about me three days ago. How I took so long to notice he was nowhere to be found because I still tried to avoid him. How I thought he was doing the same purposefully and how it hurt me.

I thought about his smile and his green eyes.

Then in a simple move, I betrayed all my convictions and tossed part of my plate in the fire, sending a prayer to the goddess of love.

It was a joke. A cruel joke. And she must have been laughing really hard from the top of this awful building looking at the single tear I was unable to hold back.

All I was sure of anymore was that Percy was gone, and that it had me discover that I hadn't quite reached the point of true despair, solitude and fear before now.

@them-awesome-rarepairs

#here we go with the angst and sadness and no it won't stop soon #(tomorrow is far worse) #(i still love them though) #pjorarepairs2022 #percethan #ethercy #pethan #percy x ethan #percy jackson x ethan nakamura #percy jackson #ethan nakamura #distance #fanfiction #my fanfiction #shippys

[blondrichclosetwitch]

Friends are so alarming, and my lover's never charming

Laughter, joy, and loneliness and sex and sex and sex and sex

And look at me, I'm in tatters

I'm shattered

The time has come, the time has come, the time has

come today

And spoil all the fun, won’t you please

Oh ok, if you insist

He loved guns and roses, roses, roses (I bought PJ so many roses)

Somethin' has made these kids get scary

Oh, writin' in blood on my walls and shit (have i mentioned they smeared blood on my walls and curtains, but then came back and tried to remove it from the wall)

Don't know what it is, it makes my head get crazy

Oh, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't sick of it

Nothing’s gonna hit you like the truth

You’re just following orders, closin your eyes and telling lies while they’re taking our daughters

Did you really think this bloody road would pave the way for you?

Man, it sounds just like a prison for the walking dead

I’ve got a message for you and your twisted hell: you’re gonna wish you never messed with me.

Mama mama many worlds I’ve come since I first left home

Going to leave this broke-down palace

Well here comes Lucifer with her canon law

You were my partner in crime, it was a welcome waste of time

Awaken perfect state

The time has come, the time has come, the time has come today(yes, that’s two different lists)

And everytime I prayed I prayed for you

Welcome to the Big 10 Conference

Oh look the song they like to play before I get a concussion

A parrot on your shoulder saying everything when you talk (have we talked about anytime I say anything, there is something that repeats what I would say next before I even think it—-it’s some type of conditioned response from having my mind fucked with)

“The things you’ve said well maybe they’re true. “

You drive me out of my mind

And all I really want is some justice

By the time you wake, it'll be too late

Now the bullet's left the gun

Missed the time, so we’re using 15:09 which kinda gives it a double entendre as the French say

Spy, spy, pretty girl. I keep havin' this brainstorm about 12 times a day. There are children in washrooms holding hands with a Queen. And my head’s full of murders.

So now, you should spend the morning, lying to your father.

We clung on like barnacles on a boat

Even though the ship sinks, you know you can’t let go

And if they stare

Just let them burn their eyes on you moving

And if they shout

Don't let it change a thing that you're doing

So, enchanted at 4:06/4:09—-I still have a migraine so I’m a bit out of it, but yes we were enchanted to meet, and I’m not sure why exactly I kept seeing maggie during the song when I closed my eyes, but I sure did.

My best friend told me you're the best lick in town

You almost turned me psycho

I almost lost my mind

I didn't know the depth yet of someone so unkind

But for her it's just another day

You opened up Pandora's box

You don't know what you just unlocked

Gotta get a message, get it on through

Oh now, mamma don't you ask me why

Woh-ho-ho, listen to the music

All the thoughts unuttered and all the feelings unexpressed

Play upon our hearts like the mist upon our breath

But awoke by grief, our spirits speak

Love is stronger than death

All I know is I’m fallin fallin fallin

#today is a 15/6