TMKZ : A LYRICAL STUDY. self indulgent and basic ass collection of lyrics relating to tomo & kazuha ft. @raikuro because she's a loser and wouldn't put one direction in her actual tmkz playlist. art credit.
STUCK ON THE PUZZLE — ALEX TURNER : i’m not the kind of fool who’s gonna sit and sing to you / about stars / but last night i looked up into the dark half of the blue / and they’d gone backwards / something in your magnetism must have pissed them off / forcing them to get an early night / i have been searching from the bottom to the top for such a sight / as the one i caught when i saw your fingers dimming the lights / like you’re used to being told that you’re trouble / and i spent all night / stuck on the puzzle.
SIGN OF THE TIMES — HARRY STYLES : they told me that the end is near / we gotta get away from here / just stop your crying have the time of your life / breaking through the atmosphere / and things are pretty good from here / remember everything will be alright: we can meet again somewhere / somewhere far away from here / we never learn / we’ve been here before / why are we always stuck and running from the bullets?
HELLO YOU — ARCTIC MONKEYS : still draggin’ out a long goodbye? / i ought to apologize for one of the last times / as that meandering chapter reaches its end / and leaves us in a thoughtful little daze / this electric warrior’s motorcade / shall burn no more rubber down that boulevard / read the message i left on the thank you card [ . . . ] waiting for sets of winds and bends to level out again.
SWEET DREAMS , TN — THE LAST SHADOW PUPPETS : and i just don’t recognize this fool that you have made me / i haven’t seen him for a while / and as your shrinking figure blows a kiss i catch and smash it on my lips / darling i can’t seem to quite / completely falling to bits / i really might be losing it / the idea that you’ve existed all along’s ridiculous / i don’t know what to say — maybe we oughta fuck / seven years of bad luck out the powder room mirror / could i have made it any clearer?
18 — ONE DIRECTION : we made a start / be it a false one , i know / baby i don’t want to feel alone / so kiss me where i lay down my hands pressed to your cheeks / a long way from the playground / i have loved you since we were eighteen / long before we both thought the same like / to be loved and to be in love / all i can do is say these arms are made for holding you / oh , i wanna love like you made me feel when we were eighteen / we took a chance / god knows we tried.
WASTE — FOSTER THE PEOPLE : i say how long will you re-live the things that are gone? / oh yeah the devils got your back but i know you can shake him off / and every day that you want to waste you can [ . . . ] i’ll help you through ‘cause i just really want to be with you [ . . . ] i know if you could snap both your finger then you’d escape with me / but in the meantime i’ll just wait right here and listen to you when you speak / or scream.
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After falsely accusing the biggest hospital in Gaza, which currently houses thousands of patients and civilians who evacuated their homes after they were bombed, for being a Hamas base and promising to also bomb it (like they have bombed the other 20 hospitals in Gaza with the same false excuse in the past 2 weeks) Israel has officially cut all forms of communication, internet and cellular networks from the 2 millions people living in Gaza.
Israel has already killed more than 7000+ Palestinian civilians, including 3000 children, in this bombing campaign with the whole world watching and protesting, so I don't even want to imagine how many more innocent people they plan on killing in this blackout when no one in Gaza can communicate with the outside world.
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hi baby!! dont worry!! it was about reader getting so stressed and annoyed while building a gingerbread house that they throw it in the garbage because its going all wrong and carmy finds it hilarious lol then he builds one for her hehe<3 love u
Perfectionist.
Your boyfriend being a professional chef has its perks - especially when it comes to gingerbread houses.
pairing - carmen berzatto x female reader
warnings - cursing
word count - under 1k!! short and sweet
author's note - just a little dose of carmy at christmas for you. thanks baby angel for sending this request in (twice!!) <3
masterlist. inbox.
"Fuck this."
Carmy hears your raised voice and immediately comes running, coming to a halt in the doorway of the kitchen.
"You good, baby?"
"No."
The frown on your face is amusing him to no end, fighting to keep his smile from breaking out. He doesn't want to minimise your feelings, but you're cutest when you're mad.
Carmy takes in the scene in front of him, surveying carefully. There's chunks of gingerbread scattered across the table, icing dripping from the tablecloth. Your kitchen looks like a candy store exploded - sweets in red, green and blue littered over every surface. You're caked in frosting, hair falling into your eyes as you take deep breaths to try to keep your anger at bay.
"I knew this wouldn't be easy, but fuck me, Carmy... I'm on the brink of a breakdown here."
He makes his way over, grinning like an idiot. It's not often he gets to help you with things - you're fiercely independent, determined to get stuff done all by yourself. He likes teaching you, getting to feel like he's easing your worries a little.
"You want my help?"
"I said I'd do it," you huff, on the verge of stamping your feet and pushing the table over.
"It won't kill you to ask for what you need, baby."
You roll your eyes, bottom lip caught between your teeth. It's difficult for you to admit defeat, but you might rip your hair out if your gingerbread collapses one more time.
"Can you help me, Carm?" you whisper.
"What was that, honey? Say it again?"
You sigh in exasperation, slumping back into your chair.
"Can you help me, Carmen? Please?"
He beams at you like the cat that got the cream, making his way over to sit next to you at the table.
"Lets start again, hmm?"
"Good idea."
You pick up the remnants of your gingerbread house and throw them so forcefully, the trash can almost tips over. Carmy laughs, wrapping his arms around you from behind.
"I think we've finally found the one thing you're not good at, honey. It's a Christmas miracle."
You can't help but chuckle, leaning your head back to rest against his shoulder. He presses a kiss or four into your neck, nosing at the spot under your ear.
"Okay, Mr Michelin Star. Show me what you got."
You bake, first, Carmy explaining how to get the perfect texture you need for structural soundness. He even gets out a ruler, measuring the rolled out dough so the sides will be even.
He kisses you lazily while your gingerbread is in the oven. You're propped up on the counter as he stands between your legs, arms thrown around his shoulders. He tastes like cinnamon and spice, groaning when you lick the sugar straight from his tongue.
When it's cooled, you begin your assembly, sitting back while Carmy trims and remeasures. He draws out a template with a pencil and cuts accordingly, ensuring each piece has a straight edge. You watch in awe as he works, so careful, so attentive. You're fighting not to jump his bones at any given moment.
It's time to build, and Carmy has the perfect plan. He's made a thickened sugar syrup that acts as a glue, hardening when it dries and keeping everything together. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he concentrates, determined not to mess this up for you.
He steps back, then, to let you decorate. You clearly have a vision, your picturesque idea of what you wanted your original creation to look like. Carmy makes you multiple bags of icing in different colours, and melts down candies so you can make windows and doors. He opens packets of chocolates, and carves into them with a knife to make little trees for the yard.
Hours later, when you're both covered in powdered sugar and melted chocolate, you step back to admire your masterpiece.
"Holy shit, Carm."
"We did good, huh?"
"Is there like, a business in this? Can we do this for a living?"
He laughs, the sound vibrating through you from where his chest his pressed to your back. He's got you tightly in his arms, swaying gently to the soft music that plays from the radio.
"What were you saying about finding the one thing I wasn't good at, Berzatto? Hmm?"
He spins you, pressing his forehead into yours.
"I take it back. I take it all back, baby. You're good at everything."
"Especially gingerbread houses."
"Especially gingerbread houses."
You lean up to kiss him, wiping some frosting off his cheek with your thumb.
"Thanks for not making me feel like an idiot."
"I would never. Life is a learning curve, baby, You taught me that."
"I love you," you whisper. "And just so you know, we're never eating that. It's going to have to be display only."
He laughs, full chested and whole hearted, moving his hands to cradle your face.
"I love you too, baker extraordinaire. We don't need to eat it, anyway. We've got all this candy to get through."
You reach behind him to pick up a chocolate, tossing it into your mouth.
"It isn't as sweet as you," you wink.
A blush rises up his cheeks as he rolls his eyes, pulling you in closer.
"Merry Christmas, baby."
"Merry Christmas, Carmen."
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