#i made a playlist of songs i remember making me go 'ooh what's that more of that please' when i was younger

[twistedinthreads]

Lost In The Labyrinth

Felix Catton x Fem!Reader

Part 2.

You came to Oxford to get away from America; from your mother's fame and the ghosts of your past. You get more than you bargained for when you meet Felix.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: drinking, drugs, mentions of sexual assault (not detailed, though it is very implied, and we will probably get into it in later parts), mentions of wounds/blood/a scar, sex talk, mentions of being called derogatory names during sex (no mention of what those names are though), movie references, Elvis reference (because I think that requires a warning lmfaooo), sweet Felix, Americanisms (there WILL be more, lol)

Playlist (a work in progress!)

A/N: we are soooo back baby! a little more reader lore and sweet Felix. Let's go!!! also if anyone has suggestions for songs to add to the fic playlist, let me know.

The pub is crowded; of course it is. It’s Friday night and there’s an abundance of college students who wanna get fucked up, your friend group being one of them. You’re already a few rounds in, the alcohol flooding your system and your brain fuzzing. It feels nice, a subtle buzz that doesn’t completely overtake your senses but has you feeling relaxed and calm. The calm before the inevitable slurring of your speech and blurry vision as you get more drinks deep. 

“So, like,” Vera begins in her posh London accent. “Is he good?”

“Huh?” You ask, sipping at your pint, confused. You’d just been talking about Bette Davis in What Ever Happened To Baby Jane?, and have no fucking clue who the he could possibly be.

“Felix. Is he good in bed?” You nearly spit your drink out. Of course you talk about this stuff, but your friends have never really taken much interest in him in particular. “Has to be, the way everyone falls over him.”

“Yeah,” you shrug. “He’s good. I mean… sometimes he forgets I also need an orgasm, but when he does make me come, holy shit.”

“What about that other guy you fucked? At the beginning of the year?” Katie interjects. “Farleigh?”

“Oh,” you chuckle a bit. “Farleigh is Felix’s cousin.”

“Ooh, keeping it in the family I see.” Vera teases loudly, and you lightly slap her shoulder. You know she’s had too many when she gets rowdy and raucous like this. 

“Shut up,” but you laugh. “He was… he was good. Kinda mean? Like, he asked me if it was okay and stuff first but he called me names and shit. It was kinda hot. But Felix… Felix is sweet. He’s really like… earnest. I don’t know.”

“Someone’s in love,” Michelle sing-songs from your left. “I can’t blame you.”

“I’m not in love,” you mutter, though it’s a lie written in bold right across the page. “I could be, though. Like, if it keeps going. But enough about me! Vera, we know about that girl you’ve been seeing, stop keeping it a secret and tell us!”

Vera’s in the middle of a practical sonnet about Jade, this girl that she allegedly hates so much yet let eat her out for hours a few nights ago, when she abruptly stops and lets out a loud cackle. Your friend motions toward the door, her bobbed black hair bouncing on her head. “Look what the cat dragged in.”

Of course it’s Felix and his posse; Farleigh, India, and Annabel never far behind. There are a few stragglers that you’ve seen before, but can’t remember the names of. You hadn’t made plans for tonight, telling him you were all booked up, so you’re not surprised to see him. Farleigh meets your gaze, and he taps Felix on the arm and points to you, giving you a smirk. 

Felix’s eyes light up and he makes his way through the maze of tables. “Darling!” 

“Hey, Felix,” he leans down to kiss you on the cheek, and you feel them heat up. Your friends are watching, eyes glued to your interaction. “Nice to see you.” It’s all so formal, but you don’t really know how to act with all eyes on you… though you’re so used to it. The paparazzi photographed you many times with your new “boytoy” as they always loved to say, or your “friend” whenever it was a girl. But this, somehow, feels like the exposure of something too intimate to share, something confined to dorm rooms and club bathrooms. He’s touchy in public, sure, but it's usually just your hand in his or an arm over your shoulder.

“Mind if we join you?” There’s enough seats, you guess, and you look at your friends. Katie purses her lips and nods, Vera is giving you a smirk, her red lips contorted toward the right side of her face, and Michelle just shrugs and says “sure!” and you know they’ll tease you later, but it’s not like you care.

“Lovely!” He hits both palms on the table, knocking your drinks so they fizz and move like the undulating sea in their glasses. “Farleigh!” He shouts over the noise, catching his cousin’s attention. 

“Oh my god,” Annabel’s eyes widen when she looks at you. “That jacket is gorgeous! You have to tell me where you got it.”

You hide your distaste; hanging out with Felix’s friends is when your pedigree really shines through. Your mother always did say you could really be an actress if you wanted to be, and your prowess is never on display more than when you have to lower to their shallow whims. “Oh! It’s one of my mom’s vintage Versace pieces. One of a kind. It was from one of her premieres, but she didn’t want it anymore so sent it off with me.”

“I love that!” She replies, and settles in across from you. 

If you were just buzzed before, you’re properly plastered by round 5. You can barely walk yourself up to the bar to order your round. Felix has to help you up, and walk you to the bar, and carry the shots for you. 

“Okay, okay,” Felix says when all the shots are distributed. “Last round. Seriously. Need to get this one home.” He kisses your cheek, just like at the beginning of the night. If you weren’t drunk, you’d be embarrassed by how sweaty you are. You’ve shed the jacket, leaving you in a black ribbed tank top, and still, you almost feel feverish. 

Once the drinks are downed and the conversation has run out, Felix helps you out of your seat and helps put your jacket on. Even in your stupor, you manage out an “I’m pathetic. Letting a man do everything for me? Humiliating.” It’s meant as a joke, but only kind of. Your cheeks, already warm, feel the embarrassment of having to have him assist you with everything. 

Felix laughs his hearty, genuine laugh, and you immediately sink into his arms. You wave a goodbye to your intoxicated friends, fumbling to light up a cigarette as you leave the pub and begin to make the trek back to your dorm. It’s not far, but it feels like forever, even with Felix’s help. 

“Woah there,” he grabs your waist when you nearly twist your ankle on a curb. “Gotta be careful, now.” 

“I am so drunk,” you slur out, laughing maniacally. 

“Believe me, I know,” he laughs. 

“I really want chips,” you murmur. “And a Diet Coke.” 

“I think that can be arranged,” he replies, as you stumble up the steps to your dorm building. “And chips as in…”

“The American kind. Crisps!” You mimic a British accent, nearly falling down in the process. 

When you get to your door, Felix takes your clutch, rummaging around to find your key before unlocking the door and ushering you inside. “There we go. Here, come here.” You sway a bit, and he helps to steady you, leading you over to your made bed. Your room is free of clutter, everything in its place, such a contrast to his. You fall back, moaning at the feeling of your mattress, though it’s much stiffer and bumpier than the one back home. 

Felix then goes to your closet, picking out the softest t-shirt he can find, and a pair of shorts with little blue stars on them. He finds them endearing; they look worn and well loved among your designer clothes and hand-me-downs from your mother. 

“Okay, I’m going to change your clothes, is that okay? And you should probably be sitting up, in case you throw up, okay? Can you do that for me?” His voice is so gentle that your eyes well up with tears. 

You’ve never been this gone in front of him before, and though you know he won’t take an apology in the morning, you’re going to give it. 

You reposition yourself on the bed. “Good girl,” he says under his breath. “Alright. First order of business, let’s get these shoes off.”

“You’re so nice to me,” it comes out dreamily. “And you’re really cute.”

That makes him chuckle. “As are you, darling.” He asks for your cooperation as he pulls your tights off, followed by your skirt, and then pulls the shorts up over your legs. He then asks you to sit up and put your arms above your head so he can take the tank top off gingerly. 

“Bra or no bra?” Is his next question. 

“Literally no one sleeps in their bra,” you reply matter-of-factly, booping his nose. “It just isn’t done, Fe. Women around the world resent you for assuming that’s a thing that happens.” 

“Okay, okay. Sorry.” But he knows you’re joking, knows you’re drunk, and unclasps the bra before sliding it off your shoulders. 

“No funny business, mister,” your voice has grown less amused, less enthusiastic, taking on a lethargic timbre. Your sentence trails off and your eyes flutter for a second, and Felix takes that time to stand up and make his way to the door to go get you the packet of crisps and Diet Coke you’d so desperately wanted, and a bottle of water for the morning. 

“Don’t leave,” you murmur, almost barely audible. “Please. Stay with me.”

“I’m just going to get snacks,” he reassures. “Go to sleep, I’ll be back before you know it, okay?”

You nod your head, and by the time he’s halfway down the hall, you’re out like a light.

The light streaming in wakes you up, barely recognizing that there’s a body next to you. It feels so normal, like this is the way it's always been. His arms around you, holding you so closely and tightly like if he lets you go, he’ll float away. You’ve gotten so used to this morning routine, especially on weekends, that it feels strange when you don’t wake up beside him. Two months of hot-and-heavy, constant time together, yet you still don’t know everything about him, and you’ve still got secrets you’ve yet to spill. 

You notice the pounding in your temple a few seconds after admiring the man next to you, and groan viciously at the pain. Maneuvering your hand out of his grasp and to your head, you find Advil and water neatly placed on your makeshift bedside table. You swallow the pills and chase them with the water, gulping it down before collapsing back into bed. 

“Rough night, yeah?” Felix chuckles, voice with a scruffy edge. 

You groan. “I’m so sorry,” you start lazily, still groggy. “Looks like old habits do die hard. Thanks for putting up with me.”

“Any time,” he murmurs, kissing your shoulder. “Can you pass me the medicine? I’ve got a headache.”

“Sure thing,” you grab the glass of water and the bottle of pills. The rattle of them sounds like nails on a chalkboard to you now, and you cringe a bit. He swallows them down quickly and then grabs at your hips, pulling you back down with him. 

“Come on, we don’t have to be anywhere today,” he says quietly. “Let’s just be here.” You nod, and the two of you drift back to sleep. It reminds you of that interview you saw with Priscilla Presley once, about how she and Elvis would just stay in bed for days at a time. It doesn’t sound like such a bad idea when you’re wrapped up in his arms.

Later, once you’re awake and showered and dressed, after Felix has agreed to join you for a special screening of Lost in Translation at the local art house cinema, you utter it. While sitting at the American themed diner not far from campus, a tempered thank you. 

“For what?” He asks as the two of you walk, hand in hand. 

“For taking care of me,” your cheeks heat up once again, just like last night. “I just… I’ve been in some compromising situations before and you didn’t have to do that. No one else ever has. I’ve kinda just been on my own.”

He frowns and leans forward, dipping a fry in ketchup (he’d laughed at you when you’d called them fries, and you’d rolled your eyes and mocked his accent playfully, correcting yourself to the waitress.) “I’m so sorry… that’s… that’s rough.”

“You see this scar here?” You point to the one right above your eyebrow. “One time I passed out completely at a party… it was some executive’s kid’s birthday. Unlimited alcohol, unlimited cocaine. I must’ve hit my head on the tiles of the bathroom or worse… because I woke up completely naked with a bloody forehead.” You shudder, and he reaches his hands out to grab yours, letting the two of you bask in the stillness. “I still don’t know what happened but I’ve always assumed… I guess it’s good I don’t remember.” You feel the tears coming, and pinch the bridge of your nose to try to stop it. 

“Fuck.” 

“Yeah,” you breathe. “Fuck is right. I used to be a different person. That shit woke me up, quickly. But, uh, let’s not talk about it anymore, okay? Just uh, thank you. It means a lot.”

He rubs the back of your hand. “I care about you, okay? Just want you to be safe.” You nod. 

You eat in silence for a little bit. You take small bites of your burger and sipping at your Coke. None of it is as good as your usual haunts in New York, but it still makes you feel warm inside, gives you a little bit of home. 

“Are you going back to the states for winter break?” He asks later. 

“Yeah,” you dab at your mouth with a napkin. “Christmas in New York with mom, New Year’s in Charleston with dad.”

“And that’s a good thing, yeah?” A shrug in return. 

“I guess,” you take a bite of a cold fry. “I don’t really have… like, friends there. In either place. That’s the funny thing about New York. There are so many people, and yet, that allows for so much loneliness. Here, I feel like people care? They know me, it’s a community. I didn’t go to Columbia or NYU so I could get away from there. I don’t know. I love it, but I also hate it.” 

“Maybe someday you can take me there,” he says casually, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. He sips at his soda and you look down and smile. “What? I’ve never seen New York, it’d be perfect.”

“Yeah, yeah. Okay. It’s a deal, Catton.” 

“That way it’ll be less lonely.” And it feels as though your heart breaks and mends all at once. 

#felix catton #felix catton x reader #saltburn #saltburn x reader #felix catton fic #felix catton x y/n #saltburn x you #felix catton x you

[callofdudes]

More ✨ incorrect cod quotes!! ✨

Ghost: We need a distraction.

Price: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

Soap, whispering: My time has come

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Soap: Do you need help getting up?

Ghost: Nah, I'm cool down here on the floor

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Ghost: What did you order this morning?

Soap: What do you mean?

Ghost: I heard you answer the door, and I sensed food.

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Soap: So... what’s goin’ on?

Ghost: You want the long version or the short version?

Soap, hesitantly: The short one, I guess?

Ghost: Shit’s fucked.

Soap: Oh. Well, yeah, that’s definitely not an optimal situation.

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Soap: *in a jail cell* What about my Miranda rights!? You’re supposed to say I have ‘the right to remain silent’”! NOBODY SAID I HAD THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT!

Ghost: *in the cell next to him* You have the right to remain silent, what you lack is the capacity.

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Soap: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS SLUT!

Ghost: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone.

Soap: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch?

Ghost: Somehow that's worse.

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Soap: What do I get?

Ghost: A night of fashion, mischief, mayhem, and possible death.

Soap: Ooh, check, check, and check; not sure about that last one.

Ghost: It won't be you.

Soap: I'll get my coat.

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Soap, shooing Ghost away: Can you go be depressed over there? You’re bumming out my whole area.

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Soap: Hey, wanna hear a funny joke?

Ghost: I only like dark humor.

Soap, turning the lights off: What do you call a fake noodle?

Ghost:

Soap: An IMPASTA!

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Gaz, gesturing to Price: Ghost, look what you did! You made Mom upset!

Soap: Mom, please don’t cry, we’re sorry!

Ghost: I’m sorry Mom... :(

Price, near tears: I DON’T REMEMBER GIVING BIRTH TO ANY OF YOU!

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Price, filling out legal paperwork: Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB?

Soap: Bold of you to assume I was born at all.

Ghost: I personally was created in a lab.

Gaz: I just straight up spawned lol.

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Ghost: I have the sharpest memory here - name one time I forgot something!

Gaz: You left me, Soap, and Price in a Walmart parking lot at 2am a day ago.

Ghost: I did that on purpose, try again.

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Soap: So, what, now I'm just supposed to do anything Gaz does? I mean, what if he jumped off a cliff?

Price: If Gaz were to jump off a cliff, he would've done his due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry, so yes. If you see Gaz jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff.

Ghost: You jump off a cliff!

Price: Gladly, provided Gaz did first.

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Ghost: ARE YOU-

Soap: Fucking.

Ghost: KIDDING ME?! YOU-

Soap: Fucking.

Ghost: IDIOT!

Gaz: …What was that?

Soap: Price banned Ghost from swearing, so I’m helping them out.

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Soap: *falls down the stairs*

Price: Are you okay?

Gaz: Stop falling down the stairs!

Ghost: How’d the ground taste?

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Gaz: Hey Soap, wanna third wheel on my date with Price tomorrow?

Soap: Sure.

Gaz: Ghost! Wanna third wheel on my date with Price tomorrow?

Gaz: Great! I've always wanted to go on a double date!

Soap and Ghost: ...

Price: Gaz...

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Price: Time sensitive question how flirt boy.

Soap: Throw rocks at he.

Gaz: Hot Dogs.

Ghost: Kill him.

Price: Thanks guys.

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Soap: Made you all playlists!

Soap: Ghost, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul.

Soap: Gaz, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression.

Soap: And Price has the ABBA Gold album.

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Gaz: *about Soap and Ghost* They make a cute couple, huh?

Price: They certainly are standing next to each other.

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Price: HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE!

Price: *aggressively throws water bottles*

Ghost: Uh... what's up with him?

Gaz: He's trying to yell mental health and wellbeing into us.

Price: I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU!

Soap, crying: It's working.

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Soap: Ghost, come out of your room right now!

Ghost: You're not my dad!

Soap: Yeah well I can hit like him!

Soap:...

Soap: Ghost I-

Ghost, slamming his door open: You have three seconds to run.

Soap: L-look at you... o-out of your room..

Soap, screaming as Ghost chases him down the hallway:

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Price: Yesterday, I watched Ghost try to eat a decorative rock from Soap's potted plant. Gaz caught him, and told him he can't eat rocks. Ghost started whining something about no food being in the house before walking away.

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Gaz, watching Soap and Price fight: Are you sure they should be fighting? What if they get hurt?

Ghost, not bothered by the chaos: It’s fine. They’re too evenly matched to hurt each other.

Gaz: Then... who’s the strongest out of you three?

Soap: Ghost.

Price: Ghost.

Ghost: Me.

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Gaz: What’s it like being tall?

Soap: Is it nice?

Gaz: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

Ghost: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.

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Soap: My stomach growled super loud in French.

Soap: I would like to clarify, my stomach did not speak in French. It growled during French class.

Gaz: Bonjour.

Ghost: Le growl.

Gaz: Hon hon hon, feed me a baguette.

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Ghost: I told Price to grab snacks for everyone.

Gaz, looking through the options: Why did you grab fruit snacks? Are you five? Who even likes Fruit Snacks?

*Ghost, Price, and Soap raise their hands*

#simon ghost riley #call of duty #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #incorrect quotes #call of duty incorrect quotes #cod incorrect quotes #ghostsoap #141 on crack as usual

[enchantinglyjade]

Milk & Honey - Ch. 14

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: Cousin Billy has a surprise.

Warning: Slight NSFW, mentions of sex, swearing, mentions of nudity, Pearl 

Song: Smokestack Lightnin’ by Howlin’ Wolf

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I rub my eyes, still tired from the little amounts of sleep I’ve gotten. I stretch out on the silky sheets, smiling at the sensation of them gliding along my skin. The door shuts and I peek my eyes open.

I watch as Elvis strides to the bathroom, walking past at least 3 places he’s had me bent over in the past few hours alone. “Mmm, I missed you, baby.” I moan out, stretching myself across the pillows again, before turning over to faceplant into one.

“Only been gone for 3 minutes.” He chuckles, poking his head around the corner. “But I missed you too.” He blows me a kiss, and with a wink, he goes back to brushing his teeth. “Mama insists you stay for dinner. Says Billy’s got some surprise for everyone and she’d love for you to be ‘part of it.” He says sloppily while he scrubs his teeth.

I giggle. “‘Course I will.” I hug the pillow into my chest, resting my chin on it. “Imma little nervous though.” I admit.

He spits, before killing the lights and coming back into the room with me. “Why, baby?” He asks, confused, sex still glowing behind his eyes.

I bite my lip. “Well, it felt weird listening to you talk about stuff with your mama the other day.”

He furrows his brows, walking over to the bed. “Whaddya mean, Bumble?”

I shrug nervously, sitting up, to now cling onto the blanket. “About the Colonel and movies and all that other stuff. You don’t never talk to me about that. I didn’t even know you had so much on your plate. I just…wanna be an ear for you. I dunno, it just made me feel kinda…worthless. Like there’s a whole side of you I don’t know nothing about.” I hesitantly look up to see his reaction, hoping he wouldn’t be upset.

He sits on the edge of the bed at my feet. “Baby, I ain’t gonna talk business to ya. I wanna save you from that part of my life. It can be boring and downright cruel. I don’t want you all tangled up in it. Gotta keep my angel innocent.” He rubs my inner thigh through the blanket, attempting to sneak it from my grasp.

I laugh, yanking it back up, covering my bare body. “Innocent, huh? Elvis, we just got done.” He groans, plopping his head down into my lap. “How are you gonna manage without me tonight? Think you’ll make it through the night when I finally go back home?”

“I’ll just have to dream about you to keep me satisfied.” He mumbles into the comforter.

“Unless you wanna come to my house.” I offer only half joking.

“Nuh uh, baby, your daddy’ll shoot me dead as night.”

I laugh, playing with his hair. Just then the sound of a howling man faintly comes through his radio speaker.

He jumps up in excitement upon hearing this, causing me to jump at the sudden movement. “You remember when your mama and my daddy used to say the blues was devil music?” I nod, eyebrow raised, watching him enliven over the song. He chuckles at the memory, picking himself off the bed. “Then we’d go to my place after daddy went out for the day, cause mama was the only one that let us use the radio?” He all but skips to his radio. “They been playin this new Howlin’ Wolf record. Listen to this.” He cranks up the volume, the man's voice becoming more clear through the static.

‘Whoa-oh, fare ya well

Never see, a-you no more

A-why don’t ya hear me cryin’?

Ooh-ooh, whoo-hoo, whoo’

He squints his eyes shut tight. “Woo! That’s some devil music, be there!” He shouts.

I giggle, watching him step passionately back towards me to the music. “You’re a big ol sinner, Elvis.”

He chuckles, leaning over me to kiss me down into the pillows, finally getting the sheets from my grasp. “Yes, I am.”

Once we finally managed to separate from each other and get cleaned up, night had crept upon us and Gladys had dinner ready for the family.

We sit at the table, all eyes on Billy as we wait for his surprise.

“Well, what the hell ya waitin for?” Elvis asks.

“Oh quite, boy. Let‘m speak.” His mama scolds him.

The doorbell rings throughout the house, causing Billy to squeal like a pig as he dashes towards the entrance of the home. Aw, I wonder if little Billy finally got himself a girlfriend. I smile at Elvis, who looks particularly annoyed with each one of his cousins.

The sound of heels echo through the building getting closer and closer, and suddenly my gut begins to bubble up with a rotting feeling.

Just then a blonde woman walks around the corner, hand in hand with Billy, adorned in a baby blue dress. My dress.

“Everyone, this is my new girlfriend. Pearl.” He announces happily as if he isn’t holding hands with an actual demon.

All but Elvis and I greet her.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Pearl.” Gladys chimes in. “Please, have a seat.”

Billy pulls her out a chair, clearly nervous and struggling to remember what a gentleman would do for a lady. Poor thing can barely remember his own name. Luckily for him, he had two less pairs of eyes on him because they were too busy judging his new girlfriend.

I glare her down from across the table.

She responds with a smile and a wave. “It’s a real honor bein here. Thank you for welcomin me into your beautiful home.” She exclaims.

Gladys brushes off her compliment. “Oh, it's always a pleasure when one of the boys brings a new friend back home.”

George snickers at her comment. Clearly, it was not always a pleasure, and considering what Billy dragged in tonight, I believe it.

- Elvis POV -

Bumble and I eat in silence, wondering what to make of all this. I don’t know much about her family situation right now, but from what she has told me, it’s been hell for her. I feel helpless not knowing how to comfort her during these times. I can’t imagine having another family I never knew about. What I do know is that this Pearl gal is the one responsible for leaving my baby all but helpless in the middle of Oklahoma or whatever, so we’re gonna have some problems, her and I, at the very least.

I was beyond happy when Bumble wanted to stay these two nights with me, and not just cause the activities we were doing, not that I’m complaining one bit about it though. I don’t wanna come between her and her family, but I’d rather her be far away from Pearl if she’s gonna keep putting her in danger like that.

Since the day I saw her I had my suspicions, but I really wanted to hope and pray that Pearl was just a different type of girl. A girl that was just in love with music and curious about all types from all backgrounds and wanted to make a difference just like me. But now I see all of her little tricks, how everything she did was just to hurt Bumble.

I couldn’t be more proud of my baby though. All this shit bein’ thrown at her and she never lost faith in us, in me. She never questioned my loyalty or felt weak to Pearl, and instead she’s been standing up to her like the strong woman I’ve always known her to be. 

“Well, I saw him across the Drive-In and I just couldn’t keep my eyes off Billy. Somethin about ‘em just-.”

What a load o’- “Billy, I need to talk to you.” I abruptly rise from my chair, legs squeaking against the floor.

“Elvis, baby. What are you doin? What’s wrong?” Mama asks, upset from my rudeness.

I don’t look at her, just keep staring down at Billy, who looks like a deer in headlights, cautiously pushing out his chair to follow me wherever I may need him. It’s not until I feel a warm, gentle touch against my hand that I take my eyes off him. Bumble looks up at me nervously, questioning my intentions. I give her a look, before turning back to Billy.

I grab his arm, bringing him around the corner into the living room. Once out of view, he yanks his arm back. “Man, what the hell, Elvis?”

“You need to stop seein Pearl.” I throw out bluntly.

His eyebrows furrow in anger. “El, what?”

“Billy, I’m tellin you, she ain’t who you think she is.”

He shakes his head with a dry laugh, looking down at his feet. “You just can’t step out of the spotlight for one second, now can you?” His eyes dart back up at me unbelievably. 

I reach out for him. “Bill-”

“Save it.” He slaps my hand away, walking back to the dining room.

As he exits, I see my little blonde headed cutie snoopin around the corner. She spins on her toes watching Billy storm out past her as she enters. She waddles over to me as fast as she can in those high heels of hers, still in that same pink dress I bought her a few days ago. She shoots me a concerned look with those big ol’ honey eyes of hers. “Hey, what happened?” She asks, studying my face with her hands on my chest.

I shake my head in disappointment, grabbing at her soft waist. “Tried warnin ‘em bout Pearl, but he don’t want none of it.”

She sighs, “Sorry you got dragged into this. Didn’t think Dad would show up out of the blue and infect the whole city.” She rolls her eyes at the thought.

I chuckle, watching her think.

I swear I’m in love with everything this girl does. I’m dumb for the woman. Dumb for the way she can light up any room. Dumb for her worrying. Dumb for the way her long lashes shyly flutter when I compliment her, and then when she tries to hide that beautiful smile in embarrassment. Those little freckles on her nose, her perfect plump lips I could use as a pillow, her glistening skin, her siren voice, the way she dances on stage just for me. The way she can be bat shit crazy sometimes. An innocent, doll-like face that hides a whole lotta passion and dirtiness beneath it. My god, she’s perfect. All mine.

These past few nights have been perfect, spending nothing less than hours in between those heavenly legs. She’s a sin I can’t stop committing, just left wanting more and more. It wasn’t even until this morning I remembered I’ve been ignoring my manager and the news and whatever bullshit they gotta say about me. Managed to hide a radio broadcasting about Bumble from her this morning. Obviously word got out that I brought her to Graceland, but I never want her to hear what they're saying about her, it won't do her no good.

I need to find a way to put an end to this Pearl business. To think I thought Michael would be the last of our issues.. I don’t want my lil’ mama going home to all that Tomfoolery or the reporters. The second she leaves this house she’s going to face the wolves and I can’t stand the thought of it. Anytime I think about her leaving this house I get a bad feeling in my stomach. I just wanna keep her here where I know she’s safe and protect her from all the evil life tries to bring her way. 

She shakes her head, finally coming out of her own mind and snapping me from mine. She looks up at me, her doe eyes widening when she finds me staring. Before she can say a word, I lean down to get another feel of those pillow lips. She sighs, pushing herself harder into the kiss. It’s only been mere seconds, but things already begin to heat up. She grasps onto my bicep for support, before dragging her fingers down my arm, pushing down at my hand on her waist. Don’t need to ask me twice. I slither my hand down her body, reaching behind her to squeeze at her-

“Ah! There you are! I’m so glad I found you two!” Pearl paces towards us, interrupting me from getting a real taste of honey.

Bumble groans, crossing her arms and looking bout as mad as a small child being told no for the first time. God, she’s so cute. She turns to face her…sister, I guess. 

Pearl extends her arms out to her. “Oh! Honey! It’s so nice seein-”

“You can cut the shit. He knows.” She spits out.

Damn. Didn’t know my little honey bee had such a mouth on her. Who am I kidding? Yes, I did. We’d always practice our swear words out on the mailman. Poor Marvin. Wonder if he’s doin alright.

Pearl stops, crossing her arms with a raised brow, waiting for our next moves.

“Elvis!” Mama yells, her face appearing around the corner shortly after. “There you are, booby. What’s goin on? Is everything alright? Why’s Billy in a fit? What’d you say to him?”

“Hell, Mama.” I mumble quietly, running my hand through my hair, trying to keep up with all her questions. “It’s nothin’.”

She scowls, upset I’m not telling her nothing. “Alright, f’you say so.” She disappears behind the wall for a second before popping back over again. “Can you come help me with these dishes, baby?”

“Alright.” I mutter. “I’ll be back, Bumble.” I say, giving her a kiss on her upset face before following Mama into the kitchen.

I help her clean off the dining table, Billy attempts to stay as far from me as possible. Minutes go by and it seems like these damn dishes don’t never end. I tap my foot impatiently, looking around the kitchen for Honey Bun, but have no luck finding her. Maybe she’s in the living room with Dad and Dogger. The only people left in the kitchen and dining room are Satnin, me, and…Pearl. She notices me glance past her and sees this as an invitation. I spin my head back to the dishes. Look what you done got yourself into now, Elvis. At Least she’s not near Bumble.

Then I feel a finger tap on my shoulder. I hold in a groan. “Elvis, can I talk to you?” She whispers from behind me.

I shake my head, not bothering to turn around to look at her. “Pearl, I ain’t got nothin I wanna say to you. I trusted you and you hurt someone I love. You outta be ashamed for what you did to her.”

“I am!” She desperately cries. “And I wanted to apologize for lyin to you. It wasn’t right, but I wanna go somewhere more private so I can explain my whole side to you.” Now I look over my shoulder at her. “If that’s alright anyway. I’d appreciate it. I don’t want you to hate me.” She adds with a down face.

I sigh, putting down the plate I was holding. I really don’t trust her, but, “Come on.”

I excuse myself to Mama who has a suspicious look on her face as she eyes me out the door. I bring Pearl to the backyard porch. She seats herself on one of the lawn chairs, but I stay standing with my arms crossed.

“Well?” I say, giving her the floor.

She twiddles with her thumbs in the lap. “Well, I got a little jealous, okay? Honey’s got a mama, and friends, and-and talent, and the perfect boyfriend. Everything I never had. She just seems like she has it all.” She sniffles, holding back tears.

Bumble is far from having it all, yet anyways. Pearl doesn’t even know how lucky she is with what she has.

Now it’s my turn to twiddle with my thumbs. What do I say? How do I comfort her? Do I comfort her? I gulp, before my sympathy gets the best of me. I kneel down in front of her, taking her hands. “Pearl, I’m sure she thinks the same way about you. Growing up she always talked about her daddy, how she wished she could meet him. We lived in wooden shacks, for cryin out loud. I’m sure she wishes she had what you did.”

She wipes away a fallen tear. “Really?”

I nod. “Absolutely. Now, it’s none of my business, but I think you two should talk it out. You might find you have a lot more in common than you think.”

She flashes me a sad smile. “Elvis?” She asks softly.

“Yes, Pearl?”

I barely have time to process the next few seconds. A noise happens behind me, someone grabs me, a gasp, and before I even know what’s going on, I find myself all puckered up on Pearl. My eyes widen once I come back to reality and I quickly pull away in shock.

Pearl gasps, covering herself with her hands. “Honey! I don’t know what happened! He just threw himself all over me!” She shouts frantically.

I whip my head towards the door, finding my baby standing there in shock. She stays still, looking between me and Pearl, clearly at a war with herself in what to make of what she just saw. I run up to her, taking her wrist with one hand, cupping her cheek with the other. She avoids making eye contact with me, looking everywhere but at the two of us while chewing on her lip. “Bumble, no. Hey, look at me.” I wipe my thumb across her cheek, brushing a curl from her face. She hesitantly meets my gaze, brow knitting together. “Mm mm, don’t get that look in your eyes. You know.”

Come on, Bumble. You know better. Have faith in me, in us. You know what you mean to me.

She places her small hand on top of mine, melting into my touch. “I know.” She whispers. That’s my Bumble. I press my forehead against hers. She closes her eyes, lashes tickling over my cheeks. “I know you’d never do that.”

Pearl giggles behind me, interrupting our moment. “No, but he might.” She points to the door.

Bumble spins in my arms to look behind her. I peek over her head to get a look with her.

Damnit! “Billy!” I yell, letting loose Bumble.

“You just had to get the girl, didn’t ya?” He yells back, before bolting back into the house.

Bumble drops her arms in frustration. “Pearl! What the hell’s wrong with you? Why are you doin this?”

Pearl stands up in rage, pointing a finger at her. “You took my daddy from me! That’s why!” What I think to be real tears start leaking down her face, but I don’t really know what to think of her anymore. “He barely even look at me no more. You and your mama just appear out of nowhere and take him from me and my family! He loved us. He loved me! Then out of the blue he’s announcin this whole other family he kept hidden.” She stops, a mean look appearing back on her face as she stomps over to us. “You take away my favorite man, I take yours.”

“Like hell you will!” I yell.

Bumble wraps her arms around me, I pull her even closer. “Elvis and I love each other and ain’t no other woman gonna take that from us, especially not one like you!”

Who does she think she is? I already know what games she’s playin, s’not like I’m gonna magically fall in love with the woman.

Pearl tilts her head to the side with fake sympathy. “Oh, Honey. I told you I’m takin you man from you, not that I wanted him.” And with that, she walks away.

Bumble and I stand there in silence for a while before I finally speak up. “What in the hell does that mean?”

She pulls her arms even tighter around me. “I don’t know. I don’t even want to think about her right now” She mutters against my shirt. “What are you gonna say to Billy? Do you want me to talk to him?”

Damn, I still gotta take care of Billy. “He ain’t got no where else to go but this house. I think it’s best I spend the night elsewhere, let him cool down some, then maybe we can talk to him tomorrow.”

She stands herself up straight with a sad, exhausted sigh that nearly brings tears to my eyes. My poor Bumble’s tired of everything happening INSIDE the house, she doesn’t even know what’s waiting for her on the outside. “We could stay at Handy?” She offers.

Is she crazy? “We? Darlin’, this ain’t your problem, it’s mine. I’ll deal with the consequences.” 

She throws her hands up in frustration. “Baby, it shouldn’t even be your problem. Besides, you think I’m just dyin to go home with Pearl right now?” She takes my hands. “I’m not leavin you.”

I stare down at my shoes. I suppose it would be best if I keep her in my sight longer. “Alright, let’s go before any other hell breaks loose.”

Before we leave, I tell Mama I’m leaving and quick grab a few things. I drive Bumble and I through the front gates, reporters and fans waiting for us on the other side. I put my arm around her, shielding her from the fans grabbing and shoving, trying to not let her see some of their outraged faces.

I never once let go of her, not while driving, not while fighting through crowds of fans outside Handy, not even when we made it to the privacy of our hotel room.

I sit on the edge of the bed, rolling circles into her hips bones while she stands in front of me, dress thrown somewhere on the floor. I’ll never get used to a sight like this.

“I love you, Bumble.”

“I love you too, baby.”

But her smile quickly disappears off her sweet little angel face. She climbs into the bed, staring at the ceiling while she wraps herself up in the covers. I twist in my spot to watch her. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

She snuggles the sheets closer to her face. “Elvis, I’m scared. I’ve been getting this bad feeling lately and I don’t know what it means, or what to do-”

“Hey, hey, hey.” I crawl under the covers with her, taking her head in my hands, collecting her sudden burst of tears with my thumb. “Ain’t nothin bad gonna happen, Bumble. I promise.” I kiss her on her forehead, wrapping my arms around her. She buries her head into my chest, sniffling away her troubles. “It’s you and me against the world.”

But really, I ain’t so sure myself. I been getting the same bad feeling, like somethings gonna happen, but I don’t wanna think about it. I won’t let nothin happen. As long as I have her, and as long as she has me, everything will be alright.

She falls asleep in my arms, her warm breath tickling down my chest every other second. I leave another kiss on top of her head, before getting some shut eye myself. Though it’s not long before I’m woken back up by a loud bang shooting across the room.

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[elliespassagerprincess]

I LOVE UR STORIES SMMMM do u think ur could do an Ellie x reader story based on the song one night only by sonder? TYYYYYY

One night only - ellie williams x reader

Hi anon! thank you sm for the compliment:)))) btw this song is so fucking good! I'm defs adding this to my ellie playlist lmao... and also your welcome;)

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are always open, feel free to leave one! or just send me a song and I'll take it from there:)

Warnings: violence, death, mentions of sex workers, and a couple sexual references

Summary: Ellie wanted needed to see you, but little did she know the one night she wanted to spend with you, would be her final night alive....

wc + the lyrics: 1.8k

I'm flyin' out for the weekend

I'll be callin' you when I land

'Cause we ain't got no time to waste (ooh, ooh)

And I don't give a damn 'bout your boyfriend

He can have you when I go, next week, it might be Japan

You heard your phone made a ding noise as you sat next to your girlfriend Abby.

“Who’s that?” she questioned you, eyes never leaving the screen as the movie the two of you decided to watch played. You shrugged as you reached at to grab your phone. Your eyes widened at the familiar number. A text you thought you would never get again and especially from her.

The text was 4 simple words. But yet those words managed to make your heart rate increase, your brows furrowed.

Why was she in town again?  Why is she texting you? What does she want with you?

The message read; hey I’m in town. You stared at the message not knowing what to say.

 Ok? why is she telling you this? what the fuck does she want with you?

 She made it very clear the last time. You were nothing to her. All you were, in her eyes was a sex toy. You were only good for a quick fuck and then she’d throw you away. You felt worthless when you were with her. But god did she make you feel good.

Ellie sighed as she remembered the last time the two of you were together. The night you confessed that you had feelings for her. The night that she said she wanted nothing to do with you. But every time she came to Jackson she couldn’t help but look for you.

Her heart ached for you.

 But she can’t take back what she did, she can’t take back the fact she rejected you as you stared at her with puppy eyes, begging her to admit that she feels the same way. But she didn’t. She couldn’t lie to you.

 In reality Ellie didn’t feel anything for you. She only saw you as a whore. Someone that was meant to be used. But yet she couldn’t help but feel guilty when she saw the way your eyes filled with tears and as you let a quick “it’s ok Ellie” as you packed up all your things.

You had no right to be mad, Ellie decided that day. It’s not like the two of you were anything else but fuck buddies, you weren’t even friends for fucks sake.

 There are plenty of sex workers in Jackson, and there are fucking hundreds of girls that throw themselves at Ellie. She knows she should go to one of them, maybe she’ll meet someone new. Someone who tastes better. Someone who makes her cum harder than you. But for some reason every time she comes into Jackson, she’s drawn to you. Like a moth to a flame.

To make matters worse you had a girlfriend.

Ellie had no right to text you. She had no right to ask you if you wanted to see her one more time. If you wanted to spend one last night with her. But yet she did message you.

As much as Ellie tries to run away from the truth, she needed you. You weren’t a want anymore; you were a need. You were something she craved.

I know you been thinkin' 'bout me (ooh)

Thinkin' 'bout me, thinkin' 'bout me (I know you still think about me)

I know you been, thinkin' 'bout me

Thinkin' 'bout me, thinkin' 'bout me

I know you been, thinkin' 'bout me (ooh)

Thinkin' 'bout me, thinkin' 'bout me

I know you been, thinkin' 'bout me

Thinkin' 'bout me, thinkin' 'bout me (I'm in town)

Ellie hoped you think about her. She hoped you touched yourself to the thought of her.

She hoped you needed her as badly as she needed you.

 The countless nights she spends with her hands between her thighs moaning your name, the days she would stalk your Instagram just to get an update on your life.

But now she’s back in town. And the last 7 months she spent without you felt like an eternity.

 The way you said her name, the way you smiled at her when she made a stupid joke, just everything about you was imprinted into her mind for the times she wasn’t with you.

It was a surprise to Ellie when you posted about having a girlfriend. Her brows furrowed at a picture of you and a blonde girl kissing with the caption “I can’t wait to spend forever with you”

since when were you seeing other girls?  Ellie had no right to be jealous, she had no right to question who you spent your time with. And yes Ellie was also seeing other people, but why did she feel so insulted? So possessive over someone she just saw as a toy?

I'm in town for one night (one night), for one night only (one night only)

I came around (I came around) to put it down for one night only (just one night)

Got a room for me and you (I got a room) for one night only

You wanna ride for a lifetime, this is one night only

When you agreed to meet up with Ellie at the hotel room the two of you always went to she was surprised to say the least.

Her hands shook as she stood the in front of the hotel room door. She knew you were on the other side waiting for her. Her anxiety was soon crushed at the thought of you waiting for her. Like a dog. A dog waiting for its owner.

She pushed the door open quickly closing it behind her when she stepped in. She dropped her backpack to the floor and she started to take off her rings when she heard movement in the bathroom.

You were making yourself pretty for her.

“You know” she stared her back facing the bathroom as she started to take off her rings, “I was surprised when you agreed to meet up” she continued.

“It seems like your girl doesn’t make you make you feel good” she laughed. “That’s probably why you keep coming after me” she finished her sentence with a grin.

 When Ellie finally had all her rings off, she admired her long slender fingers before she took the hair tie off her wrist as she started tying her hair up.  

“Since you have a girlfriend” Ellie spoke again after a few minutes of silence, “this will be our last night together. I’m not into that cheating shit”

“If you weren’t into that cheating shit, then you wouldn’t have messaged my girl”

 Ellie’s eyes widened when she turned around and she wasn’t met with you, she was met with the blonde girl you posted. Before Ellie could even react the blonde grabbed her by the collar of her black wife beater and whispered “it’s not nice messaging other people’s girlfriends” before grabbing Ellie’s head and hitting it against the wall.

Everything went black for Ellie.

I'm flyin' out for the weekend

I'll be callin' you when I'm 'round

I wanna see you face to face (ooh, ooh)

And I don't give a damn about your boyfriend

He can have you after I go, I'ma do all I can (ooh)

Abby knew about your history with Ellie. She knew you had feeling for her and that she rejected you. That’s why you immediately showed her the messages that Ellie sent you. Your reaction to the message didn’t go unnoticed by Abby.

The way your breathing sped up, the way Abby practically felt your hammering heartbeat through your ribcage. The room went silent, both you and Abby waiting for the other person to say something.

“You want me to handle it” Abby asked after what felt like forever.

You didn’t know what she meant why handle it, but you agreed. You hoped Abby would scare off Ellie and that she would never text you again.

“Please” you whispered.

But little did you know, that one word would seal Ellie’s fate.

Abby had to work quickly. The two of them were inn a hotel room after all. After you gave Abby the go ahead to handle Ellie, she asked for your phone. You knew Abby was messaging Ellie pretending to be you but you never knew what Abby’s plan was.

“You’re meeting up with my ex fling?” you looked at Abby with disbelief: “Abby I wasn’t even dating her”

“I know, but she hurt your feelings”

You sighed at Abby’s response, “so what’s your plan exactly?” you asked

“I’m just going to go meet up with her and I’ll tell her to stay away”

You gave Abby a small smile liking the idea

“You promise you won’t hurt her?” you asked before she walked out the door

“I promise I won’t” she gave you a grin before walking out.

Abby entered the hotel not caring if anyone saw her face. If she got caught she would go to prison for a good thing. She got rid of the person that hurt your feelings and made you insecure. The person that made you feel you weren’t good enough

Abby quickly tied Ellie’s hands and feet, and she put a thick layer of duct tape across the girls’ mouth. She dragged Ellie’s body across the room, quickly throwing her into the tub that was in the bathroom. Ellie’s eyes opened when she landed in the tub, eyes widening when she realized that she could move. Ellie started frantically moving, trying to get herself out of this situation.

“If you stop moving this will be quicker”

 Ellie let out muffled noises begging Abby not to do this, tears rolled down her cheeks, fear evident in her eyes. Abby’s huge hands wrapped around Ellie’s throat, and she started squeezing. She was suffocating Ellie. Ellie tried moving, she tried screaming but she couldn’t do anything.

Abby watched the life drain from Ellie’s eyes. She watched Ellie cry. She watched Ellie’s face turn red.

And soon Ellie went limp. Abby reached down to feel Ellie’s pulse and there was nothing. She was dead. She was gone from your life. She wouldn’t be able to hurt you anymore.

Abby got up and she pulled out her phone smiling at a wallpaper as it was a picture of you. The girl she was willing to kill for. She dialed your number and after 3 rings you picked up; “hey babe!” you said happily into the phone.

“Are you done with Ellie yet? I miss you” Abby chuckled when she turned around and saw Ellie’s lifeless body lying in the tub.

“Yeah we’re done… she said she’ll leave you alone” Abby said, as a prideful grin appeared on her face.

“I’m happy you handled it” you hummed happily “now come home”

“I’m coming baby; I’m coming”

And just like that Abby walked out of the hotel room without a care, leaving Ellie’s body to grow cold.

Authors note: Remember requests are always open, feel free to leave you! You are loved and always be kind to the next person...

Yours truly,

Zia :)

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[thepalaceofmelanie]

Martell Week- COTD: Oberyn Martell

Tag: @elvinaa @adriennegabriella @morby @candycanes19 @wingsoftheangels @tashastrange89

(A/N: Okay so we had a House Martell music task...well, I want to do that for just Oberyn. So the first ten are songs with my reasoning, while the last ten are certain lyrics that fit him without my reasoning. Plus, this helps me get a playlist for Oberyn started for use. Enjoy the ride! Also am working on Day 2 and 3, so hopefully I can get those done tonight.)

1- “Unholy (Japanese Version)” by: Shayne Orok, Curserino & Ali Orok

Reasoning: Alright, pick any version of Unholy; I don’t care if it’s the OG to a cover or whatever else, this version screams Oberyn. It’s slow and sensual and sexy, to say the least, I recommend this song for any smut/lemon playlist.

2- “Oberyn” by: Daenerys and Targaryens

Reasoning: Please, do yourself a favor! Go and listen to this song. It’s so fun and a bit funny but it’s about him! So enjoy fellow Oberyn fans.

3- “Letter To A Friend” by: Robert Gromotka and Chiharu Bley Violoncello

Reasoning: I feel this would be his theme song back in Dorne. More so when he’s in the Water Garden writing poems for his daughters. It’s just something that would make you think of him feeling calm for lack of a better term.

4- “Bow Down” by: I, Prevail

Reasoning: Basically, this song is could be his theme song when trying to avenge his Sister and her children. I did have this one down in the lyric area but switched it because, of how it just works more so as a whole.

5- “Crossing Over” by: Five Finger Death Punch

Reasoning: So, after watching the Bills game, I was trying to think what else to add and remember this old gem. This song is about loss and grieving and well, he lost Elia. Also you could use this song for Ellaria as well, when the second verse.

6- “Adrenalize” by: In This Moment

Reasoning: If I had to give Oberyn’s “infamous for his sexual appetite” as the wiki puts it, a theme song, it would be this. It’s hard, heavy and well a sex song.

7- “Tonight” by: Fozzy

Reasoning: “Then everyone is missing half the world’s pleasure. The gods made women… and it delights me. The gods made men… and it delights me. When it comes to war, I fight for Dorne. When it comes to love — I don’t choose sides.”

8- “One Of The Girls” by: Jennie Kim, Lily-Rose Depp, and The Weeknd

“We don't gotta be in love, no

I don't gotta be the one, no

I just wanna be one of your girls tonight

We don't gotta be in love, no

I don't gotta be the one, no

I just wanna be one of your girls tonight, oh”

9- “Emperor’s New Clothes” by: Panic! At The Disco

“I'm taking back the crown

I'm all dressed up and naked

I see what's mine and take it

(Finders keepers, losers weepers)”

10- “Love You To Death” by: Type O Negative

“In her place one hundred candles burning

As salty sweat drips from her breast

Her hips move and I can feel what they're saying, swaying

They say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya, get ya, get”

11- “Hangman” by: Rev Theory

“Take your places please

You’ll need to sit for this one

It’s a simple plan

With a mangled conclusion”

12- “Go Girl” by: Pitbull

“I party like a rockstar

Look like a movie star

Play like an all star

Fuck like a pornstar”

13- “The Whims of Fate -King Side” cover by: FamilyJules feat Kuraiinu

“Give into another vice

See where it might lead

Come on, let's just enjoy the spice

Life and feel so free

Give into temptation”

14- “So Far Away” by: Staind

“This is my life

Its not what it was before

All these feelings I've shared

And these are my dreams

That I'd never lived before

Somebody shake me

'Cause I

I must be sleeping”

15- “Young Gods” by: Hasley

“He says, "Ooh, baby girl, don't get cut on my edges

I'm the king of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon

There's a light in the crack that's separating your thighs

And if you wanna go to heaven, you should fuck me tonight"”

#Martell Week #Oberyn Martell #Oberyn Martell playlist #Mel has a song for everything #chibi Oberyn approved

[plague-doctor-on-tumbler]

What I recommend music wise depends on what you're looking for, I listen to a little bit of everything including things many don't consider good. This is gonna be rushed because I'm tired.

The Mechanisms are a band I've been enjoying recently, it's very narrative though and best listened to in order. It's about immortal space pirates and rebellion and stuff. very cool.

Starting your villain arc? May I recommend Shayfer James, and his album Counterfeit Arcade? Also Will Wood/Will Wood and The Tapeworms

I personally like System of a Down, Linkin Park and Deftones, they are Metal/Numetal.

Some trad goth artists I like are The Cure and Souxsie and The Banshees

I also really like synthwave covers of the Bloodborne soundtrack on YouTube, and synthwave in general really

Not all Country sucks, just most of it, especially after 911. Folk and Gothic Country are great. Poor Mans Poison, Johnny Cash, First Aid Kit and The Crane Wives are bands/artists I enjoy.

They aren't for everyone but I thought I'd throw them out there just because, I'll probably remember more tomorrow. What I listen to mainly depends on vibes so often times it's just specific songs rather than artists/bands or defined genres.

Need a playlist to cry too? I Bet on Losing Dogs by Mitski, No Surprises by Radiohead, Euthanasia by Will Wood, etc.

Disturbed made a cover of the Sound of Silence, and it's beyond awesome.

Thanks for the list, I shall listen to them and not my thoughts down.

The Mechanisms, "ooh pirate metal, that's going in the sea shanty playlist"

Counterfeit Arcade by Shayfer James, a bit slow for my taste but pretty good nonetheless.

Will Wood, this is more my taste.

Will Wood and the Tapeworms, same as before, musics pretty catchy. (this is about Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In!) 2012 REFRENCE!!!!!! GOING STRAIGHT INTO MY PLAYLIST WHERE THE ONLY CRITERIA IS THE SONG NEEDS TO REFRENCE 2012 IN A NOSTALGIC SENSE (it's more common then you think)

System Of A Down, think I've listened to them before, or at least a band that sounded similar.

I already listen to Linkin Park

Deftones, reminds me of Weezer for some reason.

The Cure, already listened to them before, they're one of my friends favorite bands.

Siouxsie and The Banshees, dosent make me feel anything, no likes, no dislikes.

Yeah most synthwave covers of videogame music/voice lines sound pretty good, personal favorite is dagothwave.

Poor Man's Poison is already a band I listen to quite often, favorite song is Feed The Machine.

Johnny Cash, reminds me of the music I used to listen to when I was 10ish, so that's okay by me, might not listen to it as much but still makes me a bit nostalgic.

First Aid Kit, definitely sounds like my type of music reminds me of Young Rising Sons a bit.

The Crane Wives, wonder where the name came from, anyway a bit slow but reminds me a lot of Five For Fighting which is an artist I like so that's a good sign.

I Bet on Losing Dogs by Mitski, too slow for my tastes, still kinda relaxing though.

No Surprises by Radiohead, too much radio not enough head 😔, never liked radiohead that much, pretty calming though liked the background music a lot.

Euthanasia by Will Wood, really similar to a lot of songs I like so I kept expecting a louder and quicker paced chorus but sadly it never came, pretty sad lyrics wonder what's the context.

Sound Of Silence, did this song for 8th grade choir, so I've heard both this version and the original, I perfer the original but this ones pretty good too.

So that's it. If any of my other mutuals want to suggest songs go right ahead

#mutual asked me a question

[schrodingerspsycho]

🥺, 🎶, 💖, and 🤩!!

Thank you so much for the ask! Sorry it took me so long to get to it 😅

Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels? 🥺 Ooh, that’s a good question. I guess I really love writing the little intimate moments in a romance, the moments when the character notices their partner’s little quirks and that show how well they really know each other. Every romance has the classic “I love you” and all that, but it’s the little things that are unique to the characters that make the story so much more real to me.

Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately? 🎶 If I’m listening to anything while I write, it’s the soundtrack from the show/movie. I can’t focus when I listen to songs with lyrics. I do make playlists of songs that remind me of my fanfics to listen to when I’m planning though. I think the last fanfic-related song I listened to was “You Give Love a Bad Name” by Bon Jovi while I was thinking about chapter two of I Just Want You To Be Happy (iykyk 😏)

What made you start writing? 💖 What made me start writing in general was a school project in 7th grade. I don’t remember what the project was, but I decided I was going to write a novel for it. I didn’t know what I was doing so I eventually scrapped it, but that’s when I discovered my passion for writing. Then I started writing fanfiction after seeing How To Train Your Dragon: The Hidden World in theaters. That was the first time I felt like I knew the characters well enough to write for them, and I fell in love with it.

Who is your favorite character to write? 🤩 Oh gosh, this is a tough one. I don’t think I have a favorite, I love all of them so much. Sam is a really fun character to write for because I get to explore the sides of her that we didn’t see much of in the movies. It’s been really interesting writing for Taissa and Van and figuring out how the things I’ve changed about their story impacts how they navigate things. And Tara’s the most “normal” character I’ve written for so far, but I love getting to make tons of movie references. I could honestly go on and on about all of them, they’re all so interesting and I love them so much. If anyone wants to know more about any of my fics, please reach out! I love talking about them and I have so many thoughts that I haven’t shared 🥰🥰🥰

#ask #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #ask game #mar rambles

[railleriee]

Genshin Men If They Had Playlists

Characters included: Childe, Zhongli, Diluc, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Xiao, Venti.

Summary: Music that I think would be in these Genshin men's playlists! ( These are my opinions, it is completely okay if you disagree! )

Warnings: None

Childe: 

Definitely into more upbeat songs. Doesn’t listen often but when he does it is mostly when he’s traveling. His favorite is on his trips to and from Snezhnaya. 

Dear maria, count me in - All Time Low

“There's a story at the bottom of this bottle And I'm the pen” 

Check yes, Juliet - We The Kings 

“Don't ever look back. They'll tear us apart if you give them the chance”

Kilby girl - The Backseat Lovers 

“She's playing it cool but she's lying, better than I do”

Zhongli: 

Again, not one to listen to a lot of music. He wouldn’t really have a variety of music in his playlists. He’d rather stick to the same 20 songs he knows. 

Little Dark Age - MGMT 

“Just know that if you hide, it doesn't go away” 

Rhinestone Eyes - Gorillaz 

“Now that light is so I can take. This storm brings strange loyalties and skies” 

Arsonist's Lullaby - Hozier  

“I knew that something would always rule me, I knew the scent was mine alone” 

Diluc: 

Definitely puts a playlist on while cleaning up after late night shifts at the tavern. Kaeya once convinces him to play during business hours. Venti made fun of his music taste so he never did it again. 

King For A Day - Pierce the Veil 

“You told me think about it, well I did. Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore. I'm tired of begging for the things that I want” 

Can You Feel My Heart - Bring me The Horizon 

“I'm scared to get close, and I hate being alone. I long for that feeling to not feel at all” 

ARE WE STILL FRIENDS? - Tyler, The Creator 

“I can't stop you, I can't rock too, I've been back there and I can not die too. But I've got to know. Are we still friends? Can we be friends?” 

Kaeya: 

 Enjoy’s listening on an everyday basis. He definitely imagines himself in songs. He’ll listen to recommended songs but refuses to recommend any songs to you. He’s a gatekeeper. 

Ghosting - Mother Mother 

“I've been ghosting, I've been ghosting along. Ghost in the world, ghost with no home” 

What Do They Know? - Mindless Self Indulgence 

“On the fence, The consequence. What do they know about that?” 

Crucified - Army Of Lovers 

“I saw eternal light. Best of vocal fighters. Beyond human sight. Where thorns are a teaser”

Kazuha: 

Very wide variety of music. He’d listen to almost anything. Definitely has a smoking playlist that’s amazing. 

Don’t talk to strangers - TV Girl 

“You should've listened to your mother. Don't ever talk to strangers” 

Come as you are - Nirvana 

“As I want you to be. As a friend, as a friend. As an old enemy” 

Hotel California -  Eagles 

“Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door. I had to find the passage back to the place I was before” 

Xiao: 

Rarely ever listens to anything. If he is making a long journey he may decide to put a playlist on, barely gets through two songs before turning it off. He enjoys listening to others music interests. 

The Other Side of Paradise - Glass Animals 

“Bye bye baby blue. I wish you could see the wicked truth. Caught up in a rush, it's killing you” 

Creep - Radiohead 

“I don't care if it hurts. I wanna have control” 

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen 

“Ooh, love, ooh, loverboy. What're you doin' tonight, hey, boy? Set my alarm, turn on my charm. That's because I'm a good old-fashioned loverboy” 

Itto: 

Very upbeat/fast pace songs. Mostly listen while working out/training. Him and the rest of the Arataki Gang have competitions of who has better music taste. 

Televised - HUNNY 

“I don't care to be or be caught without sweet misery by my side” 

Teenagers - My Chemical Romance 

“They could care less as long as someone'll bleed. So darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose. Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me” 

Kiwi - Harry Styles 

“Hard candy drippin' on me 'til my feet are wet, and now she's all over me, it's like I paid for it. It's like I paid for it, I'm gonna pay for this” 

Venti: 

Most of his playlists consist of very sweet songs, with a few slower/sadder ones. Has music playing quietly in the backgrounds of picnics. Would listen to anything once but usually sticks to the songs he likes and knows. 

Hey Lover - Daughters of Eve 

“Hey, hey, hey, lover (hey-hey), You don't have to have a thing. For I'll be satisfied” 

This Side of Paradise - Coyote Theory 

“You seem so lonely (are you lonely?) I'll be the only dream you seek. So if you're lonely, no need to show me. If you're lonely, come be lonely with me” 

My Alcoholic friends - The Dresden Dolls 

“I'm trying hard, not to be ashamed, not to know the name of who is waking up beside me. Or the date, the season or the city”

#genshin impact fanfics #genshin impact #genshin #genshin hc #genshin headcanons #diluc #kaeya #xiao #kazuha #zhongli #childe #itto #venti

[kaaaaaaarf]

re: playlists: Neon Moon and The Vibe, please 😎

Oooh I can do that. I'll make two separate posts for this. We shall start with Neon Moon (aka Cowboy) Remus because he deserves some respect on his name. 5 Song Playlist for our favourite cowboy stripper:

Neon Moon // Cigarettes After Sex (cover)

I spend most every night Beneath the light Of a neon moon ... I think of two young lovers running wild and free I close my eyes and sometimes see You in the shadows of this smoke-filled room

2. Pink Pony Club // Chappell Roan

God, what have you done You're a pink pony girl And you dance at the club Oh mama, I'm just having fun On the stage in my heels It's where I belong down at the Pink Pony Club I'm gonna keep on dancing at the Pink Pony Club

3. Popsicle // Talking Heads

Mmm, something sweet and sticky Runnin'down my hand Popsicle of love Gimme gimme gimme one of those (hoo!) (It's summertime, boy!) I'm taking off my clothes Honey honey honey don't let go (It's summertime, love)

4. Hey Cowboy // Devon Cole

Ripped jeans hanging by the back door James Dean, I know what you came for Meet me underneath the chandelier Hey you, lookin' like a wild one Nice boots, think I got the same ones You're cute, maybe we could split some beers Hey cowboy with that look in your eyes Need a lipstick stain on your whiskey ice Hey cowboy, whatcha doing tonight? Know a place downtown with a vacant sign Giddy up cowboy, if you're down to ride You can keep your boots on if you like

5. Blue Jeans // Lana Del Ray

Blue jeans White shirt Walked into the room You know you made my eyes burn It was like James Dean For sure You're so fresh to death and sick as cancer ... I will love you 'til the end of time I would wait a million years Promise you'll remember that you're mine Baby, can you see through the tears? Love you more Than those bitches before Say you'll remember (oh baby) Say you'll remember, oh baby, ooh I will love you 'til the end of time

Original Ask Me Here

#wolfstar #remus lupin #cowboy remus agenda #neon moon #ao3 #ask me #lyrics

[skyler10fic]

Sweet Like Honey: Ch. 3 The Dessert Game

Carol has a gift for Daisy, which kicks off with dinner and dancing—and a special plan for dessert. Once again, the theme of this fic is sickeningly sweet and explicitly sexual. :) 

Read on Ao3

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Carol brought a small gift bag with her to the restaurant, and Daisy let her order for them both, including a wine to pair with their dishes. The waiter looked to Daisy for confirmation that the meal and drink were what she wanted and her date wasn’t being overbearing, but Daisy simply thanked him and smiled easily.

“I have an idea for dessert too,” Carol hinted. “But we’ll take that to-go.”

“Back to the room?” Daisy assumed.

“Mmhm.” Carol’s naughty smile told her it was a sensual plan, whatever it was. She handed Daisy the bag. “Open your gift!”

“Ooo yes, please.” Daisy pulled out the tissue paper and found a flat box. Inside was a deck of cards, but instead of suits and numbers, each of them had an activity written on it and an illustration.

“I made them on this website,” Carol explained. “You can create custom decks. Each one has something for us to do together. There are 52, but we don’t have to do them all before our first anniversary. Just if we want to.”

“Aw, I love it.” Daisy read them card by card: “Kiss on a Ferris wheel, go hiking, lie out stargazing, make a playlist of our first year of marriage that we add to all year, sing a karaoke duet, take a bike tour of a new city, take a cooking class and learn to make three new dishes… ooh, not reading that one out loud. Or that one. But I’m all in, for the record. Babe, these are great ideas!”

“Yeah? If there are some in there you don’t want to do, it’s okay, we can skip them.”

“No, really, these are so good. Thank you.” Daisy looked through a few more before putting them back in the box. “And earlier you said it might be silly, but it’s not at all. Just because we’re married doesn’t mean we stop going on dates, and we always need ideas. I’m impressed you could think of this many we haven’t done.”

Carol cringed. “I copied most of them off of date idea articles. I ran out around 15 and had to do some research.”

Daisy laughed. “You are very good at research. You’re so good at research and putting other people’s theories into practice that they put things you worked on in space. Date ideas? Definitely don’t have to be original to us.”

Their food came and just as Carol predicted, Daisy loved it, especially when paired with the wine. It was a beautifully romantic meal, and a small dance floor filled as the live string quartet started to play.

When they’d been finished eating for a while, Carol noticed Daisy’s attention drifting away from their conversation to the dancing couples. Most were older seniors who had probably been coming here for ages, since the years when it was far more dangerous to do so and risk being outed back at work or at home if anyone found out. But there were a few middle-age and younger couples too.

Carol stood and offered Daisy her hand. “Dance with me?”

“Always.” Daisy took it and followed her to the dance floor. The current song was a slow one, something instrumental they didn’t recognize, and they rested their temples against each other as they danced, making an elegant sight with Daisy in her black dress with a slit up her thigh and Carol in her black pantsuit with a white blouse. They had exchanged their silicone rings for their real ones, and it secretly thrilled each of them to see their diamonds sparkling in the light of the room.

Eyes closed and hands possessively holding Daisy’s lower back, Carol wished this feeling could last forever. As if reading her mind, Daisy kissed Carol’s cheek and said softly, “Let’s always remember this. Promise me.”

Carol moved to meet Daisy’s earnest eyes. “I promise.” They kissed through the last notes of the song until a faster one came on. Carol took Daisy’s hands and they attempted their best at swing dancing without getting too dizzy and without getting in the way of the retirees who ruled the dance floor, jiving and swinging better than any of the young folks.

Carol and Daisy danced on and on until they were too tired and their feet hurt too much to keep going, so they returned to their table long enough to get their chocolate cake in a to-go box.

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Back in their room, Carol revealed the plan: “Naked dessert night.”

“Okay, I’m listening.” Daisy finished taking off her heels and jewelry and turned her attention to Carol as she explained.

“I read about this in my research for your gift and thought originally that we would feed each other, like with the wedding cake, but then you mentioned you like it when I take control… so what if you sit in my lap and I feed you? And myself. I’ll take turns.”

“That could be messy, depending on how this cake looks.” Daisy got up to open the box and noticed something. “Did you tell them to only put one fork in the box?”

Carol came over to look. “No, but see, that’s proof that it’s fate.”

“Uh-huh,” Daisy affirmed, sounding skeptical but in. “Let’s try it, and if we end up getting too much cake on each other, we’ll just have to lick it off.” She shrugged, knowing that would send Carol’s mind spinning in a whole new direction.

Carol helped Daisy unzip her dress, and they hung their formal clothes back in the closet, safely out of the way of the cake. Carol’s heart sped up at Daisy's lingerie, and Daisy admired Carol’s. They had seen each other get dressed, so it wasn’t a total surprise, but now they had time to appreciate them with proper reverence for the lace and tiny bows and silk.

“Mmm, yes,” Carol said simply as her finger traced down Daisy’s cleavage, which was pushed together from the strapless black bra.

“I can leave it on if you want,” Daisy offered. “But you have to leave yours on too.” Her right hand traced up Carol’s side to palm her thin, white, lace bra cup and rub her thumb over the exposed skin of her breast.

“C’mere.” Carol sat in the chair at the small table with the cake and opened her arms for Daisy. Daisy sat on her lap and draped an arm around Carol’s left shoulder, but returned the other hand to just under Carol’s breast. Ready to begin, Carol steadied Daisy with her left arm, picked up the fork, and started poking at the small round cake. It was just enough for their game, especially split between them, a little taste of decadent chocolate to kickstart their further activities.

She brought the first taste to Daisy’s lips and Daisy accepted it with a seductive glint in her eyes. It was even better than she was expecting, distracted by the method of delivery, so she hummed in surprise.

“Mmm, wow, this is really good.” She looked at the cake more closely. The inside showed a thin line of cherry filling, just as she suspected. She pointed it out to Carol. “Yep. Cherry.”

Carol took her bite in curiosity and her eyes widened. “Oh my god, that is really good.”

“See?” Daisy smiled until Carol was ready to feed her another bite. They continued until the cake was nearly done, but what got messy wasn’t Carol’s skill so much as their giggles at how they couldn’t resist kissing each other between bites.

“If you want this, you have to stay still,” Carol warned through laughter, but half of it fell down Daisy’s bra between her cleavage.

“Shit.” Daisy grabbed Carol’s hand holding the fork and brought the rest to her mouth before it could fall too, and then went fishing for the piece in her bra. She gave up and tried to reach around. She whined, “Help me take it off.”

Carol put down the fork and was glad to help. Luckily, the piece was just cake, no cherry filling or anything that would leave a sticky mess on the bra, so Daisy relaxed and put the rogue piece on the table. She tossed the bra to her open suitcase.

“Does that mean mine can come off now too?” Carol asked.

Daisy answered by reaching around Carol and unhooking it for her. She threw it toward Carol’s suitcase and it landed. “Yes! Two for two.”

“You’ve found your sport,” Carol teased. “That deserves two bites of cake.”

Daisy accepted her reward proudly and saw they were down to the last bite. “Can I feed you one?”

“Mmhm.” Carol handed Daisy the fork, and she brought her other hand from Carol’s shoulder to cup under the fork just in case it fell. That would be an anticlimactic way to end the game.

Carol ate it as seductively as she could, licking the chocolate from her lips. Daisy watched her, captivated, and put down the fork on the table without looking behind her.

“You missed a bit,” Daisy mumbled before kissing Carol fervently again. She sucked Carol’s bottom lip between her own, lightly lapping at it with her tongue. Carol opened and pressed her tongue in to get Daisy’s top lip in on the action. Their hands grasped each other’s breasts and backs and shoulders. Daisy backed away and stood, slowly stripping off her black lace panties.

Carol lifted her hips to take off her black and white silk and lace boyshorts without getting up, and in an instant, Daisy was back on her lap, but straddling her this time. Their kisses grew more frantic as the heat between them ramped up. Daisy rolled her hips against Carol, and Carol massaged Daisy’s ass with one hand while the thumb of the other snuck in to rub Daisy’s clit.

Daisy bucked her hips against Carol involuntarily, and her teasing of Carol’s nipples became rougher and faster. Carol felt Daisy’s cum dripping against her, and that was all the foreplay she could take.

“Hold on to me,” Carol instructed, and Daisy barely had time to react before Carol stood and carried Daisy the few feet to the bed. She laid her down but let go a little too high, and Daisy giggled in anticipation as she bounced. She scooted back on the bed as Carol climbed over her until they hit the pillows. They grinded on each other’s thighs with fingers to help.

“Don’t move.” Carol knew exactly what she wanted and what would send Daisy over the edge. She retrieved a double-ended dildo they liked especially for this and was back in half a second, but Daisy still whined and begged for her.

“Turn over,” Carol commanded. Daisy saw the dildo and her desperation turned to eager obedience. She knelt on the bed and gripped the pillows as Carol inserted the smaller end in herself first. It was designed perfectly so her tight inner muscles would keep it in place. She applied the silky smooth lube Daisy liked so much to the dildo and noticed Daisy was touching herself with one hand.

“I’ll take care of that.” Carol replaced Daisy’s fingers with her own as she slid the dildo into Daisy’s warm, slick core. Once inside, her other hand braced herself on Daisy’s hip and began guiding her as they rocked. As Carol’s thrusts increased in power, the dildo slid against each of them in rhythm. This only worked when Daisy was this wet and turned on, and their earlier rounds that morning had relaxed her muscles so they didn’t fight her for control of the dildo. Instead, it glided in and out easily as Carol’s hips demanded. Faster and harder under they were panting and their little noises were getting louder.

“Ohhh UNHHH, yes,” Daisy cried in reply to the thrusts. “Ca—fuck—yes, baby, fuck me!”

“Like this?” Carol panted and stroked Daisy’s clit more deeply. “You like when I fuck you like this?”

“MMmm yes!” Daisy called out as she came so hard her body shook. Carol moaned and rutted into her, chasing her own orgasm. Daisy realized Carol hadn’t come yet but was right on the edge and reached a hand back to help. A few rough strokes against her clit and Carol was gone to the heights of pleasure too.

She let the dildo slide out of Daisy and pulled it out of herself. It was all a blur in the moment, throwing it to the end of the bed as Daisy turned around and they returned to making out and grinding on each other’s fingers and thighs. The outside world held no power here; the only reality narrowed to this bed and their bodies and breath and ecstasy for every nerve ending. Generosity and passion, desire and reciprocation, softening to pure lovemaking and contentment while entwined as one. They each came again, with smaller, gentler orgasms this time, and eventually, they slowed to light kisses and nuzzles.

“Mmm, I like naked dessert night,” Daisy hummed lowly.

“Me too.” Carol leaned back to admire her wife in the afterglow. She stroked a knuckle down Daisy’s pink cheek. “I love how happy you look after I make you come.”

Daisy’s breath shuddered at how strongly Carol’s words affected her.

“Don’t start that or we’ll be going all night.” Her honey-sweet husky tone betrayed the warning in her words.

“Well, it is our honeymoon,” Carol pointed out and kissed Daisy’s neck. Daisy melted into her, of course.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered and stroked her fingers in between Carol’s thighs, which parted for her again. Just as she predicted, they caressed and kissed and cuddled late into the night.

It was nearing dawn on the horizon before Carol realized they had fallen asleep naked, curled up together at some point in the haze of so many orgasms that they’d lost count. She got up to use the restroom and brush her teeth but didn’t bother with PJs, noting Daisy’s toothbrush was in a different place than earlier and she must have done the same. When she got back in bed, Carol simply pulled the sheets over them and spooned up against Daisy fully. Daisy’s body had been tense and her face had been frowning in her dream, but she relaxed with Carol’s warm, bare body against hers.

So this is what honeymoons are all about, Carol thought contentedly as she drifted back off to sleep.

#daisy johnson #carol danvers #aos #agents of shield #captain marvel #daisy x carol #carol x daisy #wlw #sapphic fic #femslash #lesbian carol danvers #bisexual daisy johnson #skywriting #honeymoon au #honeymoon sex #rated: e #dancing that leads to 'dancing'

[sencire]

Missing her

It’s been five minutes. Five minutes of watching the long hand travel around the clock. Five times. Clarke blinks and pries her eyes away from the wall, to rest them on her folded hands in her lap. Alright.

“You can do this,” she mutters to herself. “Easy.”

She stares at the white marks on the back of her hands for a moment when she unclasps her hands to put them flat on her thighs.

“No biggie. She’ll be back tomorrow. I’m going to…” Clarke falls silent. When did she start talking to herself? Eat. She needs to eat. Food. She’s going to have some food. Lexa made something, she’d told her, specially for her night alone. It looks delicious, whatever it is, and Clarke eats it cold, straight from the container, and dumps it in the sink when she’s done. What now?

She slowly makes her way back into the living room and flops down on the couch. Her eyes wander back to the clock. 17 minutes. Oh god. Something hurts in her chest, something huge and cold and empty and it brings tears to her eyes. What the hell? She reaches for her phone. Just a quick message.

I miss you.

She types, deletes.

Thinking of you.

Delete.

Why aren’t you here with me???

???????

Delete, delete, delete.

She tosses the phone into the corner of the couch, throws herself down in the other and pulls up her legs. 22 minutes.

She lets the tears flow. They’re always together. Have been for weeks. Every night. And it was only last week that Lexa said the words Clarke had longed to hear for…weeks. Months. Forever, it seemed. The relief is still palpable. She sighs, dramatically, into a pillow. She’s being ridiculous and very aware of it but still, she misses Lexa so much that it makes her stomach clench. Which isn’t such a nice feeling since it’s full of food that would have fed four. She sits up a bit too suddenly and burps. Fuck.

Clarke reaches for her cell phone again to open Spotify and her library, scrolling through the playlists. Mellow…sad…slow…classical…she wants none of it. The app suggests something called “Happy Pop” – which isn’t normally her taste, but Clarke selects it anyway and turns it up. The first song almost makes her smile, the second manages it until she stops to listen to the lyrics.

I said, ooh, I'm blinded by the lights No, I can't sleep until I feel your touch I said, ooh, I'm drowning in the night Oh, when I'm like this, you're the one I trust

How on earth is that a happy song? Clarke pulls up the photo album on her phone. There’s a folder titled “Lexa”. Smiling Lexa. Sleepy Lexa. Lexa in the kitchen. Lexa by the river. Lexa and Clarke grinning like idiots. She remembers that one. Taken only a few days ago on the very couch she’s sitting on. After their innocent cuddling had turned into something a little more daring. Lips kiss-swollen, eyes deep and gleaming, both ruffled and happy. So happy. So very…exactly like she isn’t feeling right now. Clarke wipes at her face angrily, catching a tear that rolled out of her eye. Lexa wore the same top when she left earlier.

42.

Alright. She’s got this.

Five minutes later, Clarke is in the bathroom. Music is blaring from all available speakers and boy, let the neighbors come if they dare. Lexa loves that she has a bathtub and because Lexa loves it, Clarke got her some nice fragrant bubble baths. Because Lexa loves bubbles too. Clarke loves Lexa and she can’t stop touching her. She has the softest skin and she smells so good. This bathtub and the bottles arranged around it are part of the reason why.

The water is too hot when she gets it, almost scalding her skin, but it takes away the emptiness she feels. God, you’re pathetic, she thinks, leaning back into the bubbly foam. There’s too much of it and it makes Clarke feel like a kid, but that fits. She’s acting like a sulking child after all. Inhaling deeply, Clarke reaches for a skin oil that sits on the window sill. Apply on dry skin and rub in gently, it says. She pours some into her palm and rubs it on her wet arm. Indian rose and sweet almond and suddenly, Lexa is right there with her.

Minute 31 into the next hour finds Clarke in the bedroom, wrapped in the largest towel she could find, carrying a box of chocolates in one hand and dragging the large pillows from the bed with the other. She takes them into the living room, alight with candles by now. Another trip to the bedroom and she’s dressed in her oldest, most comfortable pair of sweat pants and an oversized sweater. Back in the living room, she drags the seat cushions from the couch, arranges them like a little island in the middle of the room, throws more pillows on. Finally, after a little consideration and a last trip to the bedroom, she adds the duvet.

How dare she? How dare she leave her alone? Clarke huffs as she climbs into her pillow fort of sorts. She’s still being pathetic and she’s being childish and she’s being all the things she thought she would never be because she’s a fucking adult. But she hasn’t been this in love in a while. They’ve allowed the feeling to consume them, she knows that. Spending all this time together as if there is nothing else. There isn’t, not for Clarke. Not right now. She wants Lexa. She wants her here, now, with her.  

Her stomach clenches again, hints of heartburn churning behind her breastbone. Chocolate is really not the best idea, but she shoves two pieces in her mouth anyway and chews.

If she’s going to drown in her sorrow, she might as well do it properly. Clarke laughs bitterly, rightly so, at herself. It’s good that Lexa can’t see her now. That she won’t be back tonight. They talked about this and Clarke told Lexa it would be no problem at all. She was certain, too, that it wouldn’t be. That was before her inner baby took over though and it’s still wailing at the top of its lungs.

Clarke rubs her forehead, then pulls the duvet over her head and the box of chocolates inside. Full throttle misery, here she comes. In the darkness, half suffocating but refusing to let in some air, Clarke closes her eyes. And chews. And thinks of Lexa.

“Babe? Are you in there?”

Clarke groans.

“Clarke?”

“Lexa?” The sound echoes inside her little cave and Clarke throws the duvet off. “Lexa?”

“Babe? What the hell?”

“Lexa! What the fuck? You said you weren’t coming back.”

She’s beautiful, as always. Biting her lip, desperately trying to stifle a grin, and it brings tears to Clarke’s eyes again.

“You were not supposed to see me like this.”

“What have you done?” Lexa drops to her knees next to Clarke, pulling more of the duvet away. “Baby.” She chuckles softly. “You smell like a perfume store.”

“Yeah, uh..”

“You have something...,” Lexa reaches for her face, wipes her thumb along Clarke’s lips and puts it in her mouth, sucking slowly. “Chocolate.”

“Yeah, I had…some.”

“The whole box?” Lexa stares at the empty box next to Clarke.

“Maybe.”

“Clarke.”

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too. That’s why I came back here instead of going to my place. I missed you too, you little idiot. Move over.”

She kisses Clarke softly, making a show of slowly licking more chocolate stains from her lips, then turns over the pillow Clarke used to clean her fingers and pulls her into her arms.

“I’m my own person, you know,” Lexa says softly.

“I know. I am too.”

“Oh, you are,” Lexa confirms, chuckling gently. “You really are. Some kind of person.”

It makes Clarke laugh, for the first time in – she glances at the clock – roughly 4 hours.

“You were not supposed to see me like this,” she admits once more. “I wanted to be all adult for you and I would have made it by tomorrow.”

“You are exactly what I want,” Lexa whispers, pulling the duvet up over both their heads, kissing the last of the emptiness away. “Let’s go to sleep.”

#clexa #clarke x lexa #quick fic as by personal request

[cosettepontmercys]

Hi Cossette! I just caught up with Laufey's announcement about her upcoming album and I really enjoy the single From The Start!! Her debut album is one of my top releases from last year and I'm excited to hear what she comes up with this year :D I love the organic quality in Laufey's music and you're absolutely right - it would be an excellent music to listen on vinyl 💖

I've got around listening to First Two Pages of Frankenstein and really enjoyed it! I really enjoy The Alcott, Once Upon A Poolside, and Ice Machines, but This Isn't Helping is also growing on me 💖 The National's guest appearance tracks in this album are really good!! On a sidenote, I'm looking forward to listening to the new Sufjan Stevens album this Friday!

Speaking of Phoebe Bridgers, her songs (and collabs) are growing on me: they're very emotionally resonating and heartfelt! She's also featuring in one of the tracks (titled Pegasus) from Arlo Parks' upcoming album My Soft Machine!! What are your favourite songs that features Phoebe Bridgers?

P.S. An ahhh I'm really thrilled that Speak Now (Taylor's Version) is coming this July!!! I was certainly expecting given the Easter Eggs in her recent music videos but I'm delighted that we now have the release date :D

hello jennifer!!! 🤍 i'm so so excited for laufey's new album (and especially to listen to it on vinyl) — i haven't had a chance to listen to from the start yet, but i just loaded it onto my phone to listen to later! the alcott and this isn't helping are my two favorite songs from first two pages of frankenstein, but i'm definitely biased because i love taylor and phoebe's voices so much! i've been listening to the national lately while i read, and i've been really enjoying their music! i need to do a proper deep dive into their discography (i've really only been listening to the "essentials" playlist) one of these days! and ooh yes yes — i forgot about that one too! i'll have to remember to load it before i get on the plane! speaking of new music, the japanese house's new single comes out soon! i've been loving the tiktok snippets of sunshine baby, and i cannot wait for it! i saw some speculation that katie from muna might be involved with this album? i think they're in one of the photos amber posted on tiktok for sunshine baby, which is really cool! muna is another group i want to get into more too! i think i have to say nothing new or jesus christ god bless america 2005, but i just also really love phoebe's voice! what about you? what are your favorites? and yes!!!! i'm SO excited about speak now (taylor's version) — i'm desperately hoping that battle will be on it, and my fingers are crossed that she'll sing something speak now-y at one of the shows i'm going to! (my dream combination is something from speak now and debut). i wonder if anyone's made a compilation of all the speak now easter eggs we've got; we all know she loves her easter eggs! what are you most excited about for speak now (tv)? also, now that we know the speak now (tv) release date, it makes me wonder why maisie pushed the release of the good witch back a week — i saw someone say it might be because of gracie abrams' good riddance (deluxe), but ... !!

#post: answered #i hope you're doing well 🤍 🤍 #mutual: jennifer

[rrxnjun]

OML OKAY i like john green too <3 i love looking for alaska. i recently read turtles all the way down and oof it hit really hard. next on my tbr is papertowns and then i’ll be done with all of his books (hi i’m obsessed with his writing style hkjg) and ooh i haven’t read any from j.d. salinger. the catcher in the rye is the only book of his i’ve heard of </3 i’ll check him out soon. YUSSSUH i love dystopian books too. dkfjg this just made me realise that they made up almost 60% of my life as a bookworm. the maze runner is my favourite out of all i’ve read !! the adrenaline rush it gave was unparalleled. i’ve also read hunger games, divergent, ready player one and a few more from the dystopian genre but i don’t remember them rn. also unless my physics books count for smth, no i’m not reading anything 😭😭 i was reading war storm by victoria aveyard (the red queen series.) and it’s going good but i’m taking a break bc exams </3

AHHH you play the guitar :0 ? THAT’S SO COOL and no idk how to play any instruments. i have literally no knowledge about instruments so sheet music is just, so weird for me even after a friend tried explaining it gdfgdf i learn classical music tho so i can sing to some extent 

OMG YESSS OVERDOSE IS JUST SO HGFKGF it just activates this part in my brain and makes me go grrr. YESS the playlist was literally me putting in my fave of fave songs so i’m glad you like it and kdjfhd i love going crazy too it was in my spotify wrapped’s top 10 last year. OKAYYY since exo is kind of sort of completely dormant rn there’s literally just crumbs and older content left for the fans </3. you can check out this channel and this video. warning: exo-l territory = crackzone NOT EVEN KIDDING this place is wild lmao. expect what you will from neocity’s sunbaenims <3 also lmk your bias so that we can collectively lose it all together <3

gosh i listened to all of fandom’s songs but i felt younger when we met still stays the fave (i said i loved you to death so i must be dead 🙇🏾‍♀️) easy to hate might be a second kjfgd it’s so. good. i’ve been playing it on loop too dfjhdjh 

oml pls i really needed to see that 🤧 tysm bar !! i really can’t wait to get into uni ngl i am excited for that. but it’s also slightly weird bc the last year of high school sentiments have finally started hitting and they’re hitting hard </3 it’s funny how we spend sm time with friends we’ve known like, forever, and don’t really treat every moment as smth special till it all comes to an end. ahh i was really planning on making the most of my hs years but pandemic decided to be a pain in the ass. nvm tho. 17 is weird and it feels like time’s running fast i do plan on making sm good memories 💪🏾

NOW BACK TO TALKING AB SM VIP THINGS

THIS AGENDA IS GOING SO STRONG hfjgkdafgdja also oml i did notice that yn doesn't smoke around yangyang after that scene but thought that it was just me being delusional hhh i think ab that fic sm and yangyang just amplified that brainrot by doing this

HEAD EMPTY NO THOUGHTS JUST HE KDJFHGDKF HGD laptop's dying from all the ss i took lol

also the dreamies concert 👀 .. hyuck... renj-?? ... cue my brain giving up

p.s. hihii this took me so long 😭 it’s exam season for like the next 2 weeks so the pressure is finally catching up w me also your words really meant a lot to me tysm for them <3 have a segci day/night and stay safe ily

I MISSED YOU !!!!!!!! im glad youre back 🥺🥺 looking for alaska and turtles all the way down are my most fav from john green!! paper towns was really beautiful and its my friends favorite,, however id say that amongst john green books, id put it somewhere in the bottom tbh. hope you enjoy it tho!! i had to read the catcher in the rye for my exams last year but i surprisingly enjoyed it so much its one of my most fav books now! also the fact that i read and loved all the dystopian books you mentioned 😩😩 taste.

i do play the guitar! not very well tho, i only know the basic chords hhhh so the yy fic was kind of self indulgent in a way LMAO but you can sing?? 😯😯 thats impressive. could never be me i absolutely suck AJJAJA

i will never skip overdose or monster when they come on shuffle theyre just THAT good. i listen to exo a lot recently bc of you😭😭 i watched the videos and WHY ARE THEY SO CHAOTIC i am in love w them SJJS feel free to send more content my way!!! i think my biases are baekhyun (expected) and chanyeol (also expected) 👀👀 literally tell me everything abt them im ready to listen. baek is very funny and chaotic and theres just something abt chanyeol that pulls me to him. i also like sehun tho! idk what this tells abt me feel free to psychoanalyze AHAHHA also kyungsoo is so funny i completely get why you ult him

17 went by so fast for me as well bro and the last year of hs even faster... to think that i didnt have prom bc of corona but i had exams that were cancelled 2 years in a row the previous years 💀 i hope you make the best out of your last year!! i start uni in a week and im shitting my pants its so scARY I DONT KNOW THE CITY OR THE PPL AND THIS GUY I MET ON A PARTY THAT I LOWKEY AVOIDED LIVES THERE AND HE KEEPS REACHING OUT TO ME THROUGH MY FRIEND AND HE ASKED IF I WANNA COME OVER AND NOW IM PANICKING EVEN MORE 😭😭😭😭

yangyang and me are soulmates. its confirmed. also youre not delusional at all it was intended!!! sjsj im honored to hear that you think abt my fic a lot but also YANGYANG UGH that sc !!! instant brainrot. i dont actually think he can play that guitar but its okay 😩😩😩😩

IVE BEEN FREAKING OUT OVER THE DREAM CONCERT EVER SINCE I SAW THE CLIPS. RENJUN GOING WILD IN THAT GLASS BOX AND DONT EVEN MENTION HYUCK BC WHEN HE KISSED THAT GLASS BOX FROM THE INSIDE, I LOST MY MIND. BUT ALSO THEY ARE SUCH GOOD PERFORMERS THEY DID SO WELL AND I LOVE THEM TO DEATH OMG :(((((( LITERALLY CRIED AT RENJUNS MENT! FUN TIMES! :D ALSO DEAR DREAM LIVE. CRIED LITERAL WATERFALLS OF TEARS THAT SONG HURTS SM TO LISTEN TO BUT IS ALSO MY BIGGEST COMFORT OHGOD

have a good day stay safe!! good luck with your exams i love u xx

#💌ask #ni 🌱

[fersrsbizniz]

I see now it’s going to be “A Better Mouse Trap”

Something something about Sentinel? Let’s find out what my brain remembers.

*Note: I skipped this episode and watched the next one with my wife a little bit ago (didn’t realize I had skipped it until I saw where I was on my last saved reflection, so I get to share that with anyone who is interested soon).

Forever listen to the intro. I’d put this in a playlist. Hey…I wonder if Spotify…

I can’t tell. That might be the theme, or a cover, but it won’t play for me. Just got the campfire song song blasting currently because damn me and my curiosity.

So we have Waspinator, Terrorsaur, and Blackarachnia being dastardly, having plots, making Waspinator do all the work.

Glad to see it isn’t a bomb, considering the unstable energon vein that connects the two bases. This is going to be weak enough because it’s a sonic emitter aimed at a different part, on a smaller scale, I guess? Is it wise? Idk, who cares, she’s clearly put some thought into it, let’s move along.

And she’s bullying Terrorsaur. Nice.

Ah, a switch in POV. Rhinox is going over some changes he’s made to Sentinel (I do remember this episode!) that are very much meant to detain rather than maim, and tbh I would have been shocked if it had been to do more than knock someone out. I’m not sure I would call this impregnable, but if these types of defenses were actually implemented, the Predacons would have a bit of a tougher time.

What I mean is if we ever heard about all the changes ever again in other episodes (then again they are always managing to turn them off so maybe that’s why?)

Waspinator has been spotted on Cheetor’s watch and it sounds like Optimus is connecting some dots.

Sure he’s on the side of the Predacons, but I can’t help but have this soft spot for Waspinator. Yes, Waspinator, you rule, just not in the way you think.

Ooh a dig at Rattrap. Sounds like you’re learning more than just stealth tips there, Optimus. And then it’s all serious again.

THE FINGER WIGGLES!!! The little :) !!! I love

Cue chase, then back to base!

And Dinobot disapproves of the defenses, what a surprising revelation! lol

He does kind of prove his point there though. Might need more “tanglers” than that to stop Predacons that get past the initial defenses. Right now you just pissed him off, Rattrap. And you both are now going to mess up Rhinox’s hard work.

Yep. Yep. Yep. There you go.

Petty boy gets the petty prize of shocking oneself (and somehow not blowing a fuse), which begins the problems!!!

Something about the way he turns his head back with his hand is funny but I can’t pinpoint why.

And awww, its nice to see Rattrap acting responsibly. He does a lot of cool things when he’s like this.

Back outside…

Of course the energon surge happens now, but it does give Tigatron the chance to show his moves, again. HOWEVER, I’m not usually a huge fan of the I work alone mindset when there’s no reason for someone to have to work alone. Dire situations where inaction from even a single person could have terrible lasting effects? Yes, I’m for it. But currently they only know they’re looking for something fishy. Being stubborn like this is not a way to ensure the best outcome.

Back to base with being locked out of said base, jammed comm links, and Ooooooooh!!! He said it! He said the thing!

And now Rattrap is proving its not enough defense (although it would require the more thoughtful Predacons to devise ways to beat the programming)…well that OR that he’s just that good of an infiltrator.

He waved! Second wave!

Tigatron found the secret door! And now is off to cause some problems for the Predacons. All the while the other Maximals are trying to get back in.

And now I’m thinking…aren’t these methods a little…self-destructive base wise?

A stealth fighter, master marksman, and demolition expert? Yep (aside from the demolition thing) fave rpg build there. The demolition thing makes me think of how my wife always messed with me in Perfect Dark, and how I’d come after her with just my fists after she disarmed me, scaring the crap out of her with my tranquilized accuracy, before eventually being taken down because she was better at the game lol.

Okay Tigatron, I appreciate you have a stealth mode, but what exactly about this mode is…stealth?

I guess it was, if you were able to steal the emitter? Idk I was just sad Blackarachnia was sad about her invention being taken. A girl can’t even destroy something…

Once again I ask with more concern: WAS THIS EXPLOSION WISE?!?!?

You’re all lucky you didn’t trip up that vein omg I stg

Here Rattrap is being cool and all I can think of is wow, that is a SHINY backside because it’s like the brightest thing on the screen.

Really, I’m no expert on like defense, but (and I know it should be toss the logic here, they’re not prepared for all of this, etc…) shouldn’t there be more substantial defenses above if you are willing to go (what looks like) lethal with your defense here???

That’s a bit fatalistic, Rhinox. Sure Sentinel wouldn’t drop the shield if an enemy were still around, but it wouldn’t keep up the shield if the situation was fixed. Omg everyone is sad D:

And there’s Dinobot with the pragmatic eulogy (cue me shedding preemptive tears for future…I straight up can’t finish the sentence I am legit sad now)

At least you know where you stand, I guess (ow ow ow)

Awww Rhinox, he’s your best friend? 🥺🥺🥺 I don’t remember you saying that. But I can see it. Now the question is, are you guys the galest of pals?

And there Rattrap is, making a scene and lightening the mood for everyone. Major deaths? Not in this episode!

And that’s it!

(Now I want to play perfect dark but that’s like the n64 game and idk if we have the wires for that here)

#beast wars rewatch #beast wars

[spookbot]

there is a direct line from me discovering and subsequently forcing my two best friends to listen to “start wearing purple” by gogol bordello in 2005 and me listening to self-ish by will wood and the tapeworms 3984938 times in 2020

#I LIKE A WEIRD SCALE WHAT CAN I SAY #i made a playlist of songs i remember making me go 'ooh what's that more of that please' when i was younger #and the patterns i'm seeing are....... unsurprising lmfao #kitty if u see this i'm not sorry for making u think about start wearing purple again

[crossguild]

i love how w359 gives you essentially nothing about kepler's backstory or motivations or internal thoughts, and then you look at his playlist and match it up to some of the stuff he does let slip about himself and then it's ALL on the table

“I had things I wanted to do, places I wanted to see, people I wanted to be with, and that's all... that's all gone.” (Matter of Perspective)

a whole bunch of songs with verses about loss & abandonment & sacrifice and at least one important relationship that ended

I made up in my mind that I would see you Listen to me now Well, sometimes when they fall down My cheeks are wet with tears Mellow You gotta be the greatest of them all I thought I'd see you again (see you again) (Fire & Rain)

Just yesterday mornin', they let me know you were gone Suzanne the plans they made put an end to you I woke up this morning, oh I wrote down this song But I can't remember who to send it to, oh (Fire and Rain)

Good times, bad times You know I've had my share When my woman left home For a brown-eyed man Well, I still don't seem to care (Good Times Bad Times)

And I wonder what become of you What became of you Sunlight over me no matter what I do Apples in the summer are golden sweet Everyday a passing complete (The Shrine / An Argument)

“I like the taste of it. I like the smell of it. I like the feel of it in my hand.” (Securite)

bunch of songs about poverty and financial extremes, but tombstone blues points to having grown up real poor

Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food And I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues (Tombstone Blues)

I've seen fire, I've seen fire, Lord knows I've seen rain I've seen lonely days that I thought would never end And ooh, I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend (Fire & Rain)

and while nobody wants you when you're down and out could be commentary about his life before canon, it also reads a lot like his relationship with jacobi-- when he's in power and in control, they're besties-- as soon as they run low, 'couldn't find my friends and i had no place to go'

Once I lived a life of a millionaire Spending my money honey, oh I didn't care Takin' my friends out for a mighty good time Drinkin' that good gin, champagne and wine

Aww, just as soon as my money got low Couldn't find my friends and I had no place to go But if I ever get my hands on a dollar again I believe I'd hold on to that eager grin (Nobody Wants You When You’re Down And Out)

“Yes. Of course I am. You really thought I was going to let Cutter go through with this? At the cost of all of humanity? [But... you said...] What I had to, Miss Young. To be where I could make a difference.” (Brave New World)

a lot of these speak to both an idealistic vision of what he hoped he could do with goddard, but disillusionment and resignation upon realizing what it'd cost. and is especially interesting in contrast to rachel young, who seems to occupy a similar position to kepler. but cutter specifically says to rachel that she grew up just well off enough to see that the truly rich are the only ones with opportunities in life, that she's in it for the entertainment value, that what goddard is doing seemed more interesting. he says to kepler, 'you want BETTER', because that's what's at the core of his character, and that's the fundamental difference between him and young at the very end

Well there's always talkin' on the telephone line Talkin' about things to come But sweet dreams, flying machines, pieces all on the ground (Fire & Rain)

Well John, the Baptist, after torturing a thief Looks up at his hero, the Commander-in-Chief Saying, "Tell me great hero but please make it brief Is there a hole for me to get sick in?" (Tombstone Blues)

this one is also SUPER interesting because it also speaks a lot to how he regards dispersing information-- information is a burden, it's accountability, it's awareness of how bad things are and how bad they can get. it's the same position as commander zhang, who knew that she would blow the station eventually, but she assigned the crew tasks and kept them ignorant to protect them emotionally for as long as possible.

jacobi said that he trusts when kepler withholds information and calls the shots, because for the most part, kepler does it to give him and maxwell plausible deniability-- and in overture, CUTTER was the one who ordered him to keep the info about aliens quiet, despite his trust for jacobi and maxwell. in 'one of them', kepler all but confirms that he would've told them if not for those orders, but he also doesn't deflect from the fact that he made the choice to follow those orders

Now, I wish I could write you a melody so plain That could hold you dear lady from going insane That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain Of your useless and pointless knowledge (Tombstone Blues)

“It’s not about understanding. That’s different. But communication? (shrug) Species communicate with each other all the time. […] Think about animals, Eiffel, which is all any of us are when you get down to it. Some of us have claws. Some of us have teeth. Some of us have nukes. But what we say is always the same: This is mine. Stay away.” (Shut Up and Listen)

and mr urbina had this to say about radio silence:

1. Once again, all songs about communication (whether successful or failed) between people are eternally relevant to...the enterprise as a whole. Big bonus points if we can get blatant radio metaphors thrown in for good measure. #Shameless 2. Specifically, I like it as commentary on Kepler and his current inability unwillingness to connect. He can command or inspire people, but he doesn't connect the way that, say, an Eiffel or a Maxwell does. I wonder about how he feels about that. A lot. 3. The ghostly tone of it just goes with Kepler for some reason. There is an aesthetic click there.

No-one 'round here's good at keepin' their eyes closed The sun's startin' to light up when we're walking home Tired little laughs, gold-lie promises We'll always win at this, I don't ever think about death It's alright if you do, it's fine (Glory & Gore)

I thought, I found a way to enter It's just a reflektor (It's just a reflektor) I thought, I found the connector It's just a reflektor (It's just a reflektor) Now, the signals we send, are deflected again We're still connected, but are we even friends? (Reflektor)

Just please, more time I'm sorry, I don't know how you feel I don't know how you feel It's hard to tell if I don't know how you feel But in my heart There's a radio silence going on But in my heart There's a radio silence going on (Radio Silence)

“You know why I hired you, Warren? You were bored with being the top of the class. Because you wanted something that would challenge you. You're not interested in ‘best.’ You're interested in ‘better’. And that means you're never going to stop, are you?” (Cutter, Kansas)

Wide awake in bed, words in my brain "Secretly you love this, do you even wanna go free?" Let me in the ring, I'll show you what that big word means (Glory & Gore)

Now, the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride "Stop all that weeping and swallow your pride You will not die, it's not poison" (Tombstone Blues)

Underline everything I'm a professional in my beloved white shirt Underline everything I'm a professional in my beloved white shirt I'm going down among the saints (Squalor Victoria)

love these mostly as commentary about his ambition and drive-- because it's not, in the end, depicted as a bad thing the way cunning and ambition so often are (sideeying harry potter), it's just a quality like any other than can be good or bad, and ultimately it's kepler's ambition & his drive, his investment in humanity that flipped him away from cutter. and he did it, as he does everything else, without any expectation of recognition or reward-- kepler is, of all the characters, the one who sticks most firmly to his actual stated principles, and if you actually listen to the podcast instead of projecting personal beef onto a fictional character, those principles are reiterated throughout the series

It's exactly what you've earned, Warren. For years of loyal and exceptional service. And now... we're even. Even Stevens. Blank slate. So now you get to prove to Doctor Pryce and myself that you belong here. Can you do that, Warren? (Cutter, Idle Hands)

i think a lot of the impression (deliberate, i think!) that kepler had more agency in his life than the hephaestus crew is very much an illusion, a performance that he genuinely wants to believe... but kepler's profile says that he's directly under cutter for most of his stint at goddard, and i don't think anyone who works under cutter has quite as much freedom as they like to think they do... and some of the songs speak to that!

gabriel urbina has said (on a now-deleted tumblr):

he's here by choice, but that choice could very well be just as much of an act as the rest of his persona, and with the finale & his relationship to cutter in mind, i think this post (which iirc was from before the finale) hints to a lot less choice than kepler tries to act like he has

How does it feel When you treat me like you do And you've laid your hands upon me And told me who you are? I thought I was mistaken And I thought I heard your words Tell me, how do I feel? Tell me now, how do I feel? (Blue Monday)

The king of the Philistines, his soldiers to save Put jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves Put the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves Then sends them out to the jungle (Tombstone Blues)

Well, mountain lions found me there waitin' And set me on a eagles back Well, mountain lions found me there, And set me on a eagles wing He took me past to the outskirts of infinity, And when he brought me back, He gave me a Venus witch's ring Hey! And he said "Fly on, fly on" (Voodoo Child)

also wow, tombstone blues is all over the place huh

#wolf 359 #warren kepler