#im very angry at spotify lately

[lieswetell]

IFHY (Jordan Li x Alt!Reader) PT 1

Tags~ roommate au, enemies to lovers, alt reader, tattooed reader, slow burn, supe!reader, afab!fem!reader

Warnings~ angry sex, jordan might be a lil mean, porn w plot bc im freaky like that, drugs, alcohol, gay shit

Monday, August 7th

“It’s only one semester. This will be over before you know it,” Mia said.

You want to hear her out and try to be optimistic about the situation, but it’s complicated. Having your own dorm was rare in Godolkin. Students who did usually paid an ungodly amount for the extra privacy or were gifted one because of their current sponsors. For you, in your previous two years, it had been a mixture of both.

“This is bullshit.” You complain and have to force yourself not to roll your eyes at your phone.

Mia hadn’t done anything wrong. She was doing everything she could to get you what you wanted. However, it wasn’t playing out in your favor this time. You were still in your dorm, trying to cling on to that last bit of single dorm life you could, even though you were moments away from the move.

“Look. I love you, but there isn't anything else I can do. Some of these kids will probably be out in a few months.” Mia tried to help you look on the bright side of the situation.

You have yet to respond to what your assistant was telling you. Instead, you just kept looking around the now-empty dorm with a mournful gaze.

“Shetty says it’s a large roo-” Mia added.

“My room was plenty big enough,” You complained again. This time, the words came out in a sort of whine that would remind anyone else of a toddler.

 You got up from the floor and wiped your hands on your pants. After taking a deep breath, you closed the last bin in your room.

“One semester.”  You sighed.

“One semester,” Mia said, her voice a lot more positive than yours.

“When are you recording that video for-”

“Alright, look at the time the moving team is here. Can’t be late.” You cut her off and blew her a kiss before hanging up on her.

The moving team wasn’t anywhere near your room, and you knew that. If you focused, you could hear everyone in the building. There wasn’t a trace of dickheads with whistles anywhere near you.

The Godolkin University moving team usually consisted of sophomore students with too much strength to know where to put it. Many were from various clubs or programs that forced them to help incoming students. 

You started to stack your bins and luggage outside of your room on your own. Typically, the moving team would assist the students. Still, it was effortless for you to carry the items, and you thought if you looked around your dorm for any longer, you might burst into tears. That wasn’t very productive or good for your image if anyone were to see it. So you popped in your earbuds and started to lift the bins. When finished you put the label on your crate 465.

 With the headphones in your ears, you didn’t notice just how much more lively it was. Most of your floormates were in other single dorms with other upper-level students. So you would only really run into a few people if any, daily. With the influx of incoming students moving in, you would easily have trouble avoiding anyone. According to your assistant Mia, every dorm room was filled(yayyyy godolkin for not allowing students to live off campus).

After skipping an array of songs, Spotify somehow thought would suit your style, someone poked you on the shoulder.

“You’re 17#, right? Big fan, honest.”The boy said. Something you noticed everyone said after they wanted to snap a quick picture with someone. You couldn’t complain, though you had no proof this person was lying to you.

“Nice to meet you.” You said and copied the same amount of excitement. The perfect amount to seem genuine but still cool enough to feel above them in that weird way you can only get from social media. You extended your hand, and he shook it eagerly.

You didn't feel that way, of course. That’s just the game and how you needed to perform. All to get where you needed to be. Being a hero was a machine full of moving parts, and Mia has been training you since you were fourteen.

“Can I get a picture?” He asked, and you nodded before he could get the sentence out.

Always…

“Always always…” you answered happily. You quickly adjusted your hair and gave the boy a side hug.

The selfie came out nice. Cute and wholesome. You made sure he tagged you on the picture and used a few of your hashtags. You gazed around, wondering who was assisting him with the move. He just looked around at your bins before looking back up at you.

“Is there anything fragile in there?” He asked awkwardly. It seems he hadn't shaken off the nerves from meeting you. It was so silly to you. You weren’t Homelander or Queen Maeve.

“Yeah, the fragile stuff is in that box right there. Marked fragile in bold red tape…”

The boy then looked back at you with a look you couldn’t place. Before you could even realize what was about to happen, his arms stretched out to unnatural lengths as if he were made of rubber. He lifted all of your bins simultaneously. He wrapped and stacked them into the carts and secured them as if his arms were bungee cords. It was astonishing. You had never seen that power before, and although it was slightly disgusting, it was cool.

Just as you went to pat him on the back, a box on top crashed to the floor. You heard the glass shatter and knew instantly it was the fragile box he so kindly placed on top of everything to avoid it getting crushed. Just my luck. That was definitely the bong in there that you’ve had for a few years. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I've been stretched out all day. Things are starting to fall out.” he apologized genuinely.

“Lemme guess you are usually super tight?”

Your roommate was finished moving all of her things to the other side of the room. It definitely started as a struggle, but after a bit of time, Jordan started to get the hang of it. Early in the process, he was just bitching to himself about having to do this in the first place. He didn't really have anyone to complain about it to. His friends were rooming with each other, and he was the only one stuck rooming with a new person.

 His parents didn't understand his frustrations, and instead, they were just happy he would be rooming with a girl. Jordan tried explaining his irritation to Brink, but that was also a no-go. All Brink did was reframe the situation by saying it could somehow make Jordan a better hero.

“Are there seriously no fucking quads in this place?” Jordan complained to no one.

He sat on his loveseat on his couch and scrolled on his phone. He debated not being in the room when his new roommate arrived. Jordan heard that people had done that, but he was too nervous to do it himself. What if you stole something? What if you wanted to put your stuff on his side? Maybe you were a weird freshman? Or worse, a fan of him?

He sat back on the couch. His feet were planted firmly in front of him, and he scrolled on his phone. It was a position he often found himself in. In this form, his feet were actually able to reach the floor when he sat all the way back on the couch comfortably. In the other one, her feet dangled and gave off a less intimidating look than the one he was currently in.

There was a soft knock on the door. Jordan rolled his eyes and stayed in his position. Why would he open the door? If they were supposed to be moving in, they surely would have a key, right? He looked at his door open. Jordan wasn’t really sure what to expect to be standing in the doorway. 

When the ugly beast finally reared its head, Jordan finally exhaled. He hadn’t realized he was holding his breath until you waved at him.

“Hi” You said

It’s all you can offer him at the moment. The little helper you had assisting you barged in soon after you greeted Jordan. Jordan didn't even say anything to you. He just looked at you from his spot on the loveseat then his eyes trailed over to the freshman who couldn’t maintain eye contact with you.

“Looks like! Holy shit Jordan”

“Yeah.” He just nodded, confirming that he was indeed Jordan Li

The freshman stood awkwardly with your things and stared at Jordan. The interaction was just already a lot weirder than it needed to be. So you stood at the door and tried to think of a way to intervene in the impromptu staring contest.

“Thanks. You can just leave it right here. I can do the rest.” You thanked him with a big smile

With another resounding crash, he let go of the bins, and you winced. Jordan even was taken aback by the sound and rolled his eyes

“Are you sure, ma’am?” he asked 

He sounded genuine even though he treated your belongings like they were indestructible. You buffered for a moment and realized what he said

“Ma’am? How old do you think- never mind, just leave thanks.” You shooed him away and exhaled softly

“Bye”

He watched you. You unpacked your things, and he stayed put and just watched you. He was cycling through so many things in his head. Being so last minute, this situation didn't give him any time to prepare. The only thing he did was clean and move his shit to one side of the room. He was grateful that he could at least recognize you from the ranking. The unknown was scary like that. Jordan knows you have been slowly climbing your way to the top. Your reputation was squeaky clean. Your brand was sweet, innocent, and confident. 

Your brand didn't mean he trusted you, though. Anyone with more than two fucking brain cells at this school knew that your ‘brand’ or ‘online presence’ meant absolutely nothing. Just because you waltz in here with your big smile and wave doesn't mean he will let his guard down. Roommate or not, you still had the potential to be a big fucking dick.

“Yeah, just don’t touch any of my shit, and we should be fine.” Jordan said without looking up from his phone.

He sat comfortably slumped on the sofa. The uninterested appearance he’s in pissed you off. Oh, so he’s just like this? You could do this, though. You wouldn’t let him see that you were frustrated. People like him lived off of that shit, and you wouldn’t give him what he wanted. You just nodded and gave him another smile, one real enough to be convincing.

“I understand. You do have some nice things. Probably wouldn’t want anyone getting into it either.” You said in that cheerful voice that you had been trained to perfect. 

That time, Jordan did look at you. He was now thoroughly annoyed and over the roommate situation. In his eyes, he tried. In the twenty minutes you had been in the room, Jordan considered everything he had done ‘trying’. This situation wouldn’t work, though. He just wasn’t built to share rooms with a random person.

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Wednesday, September 27th

“Jesus Christ, do you ever fucking fucking knock?!” Jordan shouted

You did knock. You dented the door to your room because you were banging on the door for about ten minutes. You even shot Jordan a few texts saying when you would return to the dorm. Of course, she hadn’t responded to any of them; she never did.

So you said fuck it and broke the lock on your door and walked into the room. Jordan was riding some junior in her bed. The sight wasn’t new to you, so you were unfazed. Seemingly to you, Jordan never really cared about you seeing her naked. It was more of the fact you were interrupting her that was the problem. In the two months you have been rooming with Jordan, you have walked in on her having sex four times.

The first time, it came as a shocker. You squealed and covered your eyes, immediately leaving the room and shooting her a few apology texts. When you left, Jordan just continued on like it was nothing. Like you were just a temporary pause. This time wasn’t like that. You walked in and closed the door behind you.

So you waved at the man who was underneath Jordan on the bed. He looked at you with a confused look, then turned to look back at Jordan, who was bewildered.

“You're not usually my type, but I think I could be down for both of you,” The man said, then looked back up at Jordan curiously.

You just walked toward your desk, sat down, and started up your laptop.

She climbed off him and huffed, “Get out”.

Then the man shuffled awkwardly around the room and tried to pick up his clothes. He slipped the condom off and didn't know what to do with it, so he tried to hand it to Jordan. She pointed towards the door, so he just nodded and held it as he left the room. His clothes were still crumpled in his other hand, covering his dick. You shook your head slightly, knowing that type of thing was far too normalized in this school.

“Do you purposely do that?” Jordan asked you sharply. It was more of an accusation. He barely spoke to you, and when he did, it was always intending to fight.

“Do what?” You asked and logged into the Godolkin portal.

“Wait until I’m using the room to appear out of thin air” She complained and stepped closer to you.

Whenever Jordan spoke to you, it was like they were a nagging little voice that you had to physically restrain yourself from losing your cool with. You didn’t want to risk an argument with Jordan, no matter how much of a bitch she was. It just wasn’t worth it. It would be optimistic to think that Jordan wouldn’t somehow get you lousy press from the situation. It was also optimistic of you to think that one day, Jordan would just stop trying to fight the fact that they would have to live with someone.

Every day you felt like you were seconds from Jordan finally saying fuck it and starting beef with you publicly just to fuck up your rank. Being ranked seventeen wasn’t the best you could be, but to most people, being in the top one hundred was quite an accomplishment. Job security was a hard thing for supes to find, and you weren’t going to fuck up your brand just because Jordan was having a bad day.

“Oh, please. I texted you, Jordan. Multiple times,” It came out with a little more emotion than you intended. Patience wasn’t your strength today.

“You didn’t,” She said flatly.

You huffed and pulled your phone out of your bag. When you pulled up the text chain to show her. You looked away awkwardly when she turned around to grab her phone. For some reason seeing her ass suddenly felt invasive, although she was so chill about it. Once again, she was more pissed about the fact she didn't cum.

“That’s not even my number.” She showed you her Apple ID and rolled your eyes.

“Who’s fault is that?” You asked her this time; your tone couldn’t have been mistaken for anything but annoyed.

Jordan realized what she did and grabbed your phone out of your hand. You scoffed at the action and tried to snatch it back, but she was faster than you. Probably in both forms, unfortunately. Jordan just updated the contact info and handed you back your phone(which you snatched out of her hands immediately).

“You could’ve knocked,” Jordan said, and you did a sharp inhale.

You looked up at her, then back down at your phone at the updated info. It was hard not for you to be pissed about the fact he lied to you. So many arguments could’ve been avoided, but of course, she couldn’t even give you her number.

“I did. For about ten minutes. Maybeyouweretoobusycreamingondicktohearaboutit” 

The words came out as a rushed whisper. The struggle of trying to hold your anger was starting to become not only a mental challenge but a physical one.

“What did you say?”Jordan asked. This time, he almost seemed kind of excited, which didn't help you calm your nerves in the slightest.

“The locks broken, by the way. You locked me out, so I had to break it open. I’ll schedule a maintenance worker to check it out around five,” You told him. The facade was back up. You were no longer spewing attitude at him.

The maintenance request was sent, and Jordan was left confused at the sudden change in demeanor. He was excited for a second that it seemed you finally had a moment of real fucking emotion with him. Jordan would much rather be alone in his dorm, but your unwavering positivity threw him off more than he intended.

Jordan could recall a few times he would complain and rant about you to his friends during smoke seshes. It had only been two months, but he felt like he wasn’t even rooming with a natural person. Something about you was too perfect, too clean, just all around, too bland. He was excited to talk to a person for that quick moment there. It's not the brand you posted for everyone to see. 

He went back to the other side of the room in defeat. He sat on top of his bed. Jordan never stopped looking at you. You slipped up, and maybe that gave him hope(he would never admit it).

“I need the room at five,” Jordan said.

You furrowed your brows and looked over at the calendar on the wall. Each day that passed, scribbled out with a blue Sharpie. You shook your head and looked over at him.

“You have class. It’s Wednesday,” You said matter of factly.

Jordan rolled his eyes and mumbled

.“No, I don’t.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at him. He could be so petty sometimes for no reason, and this was one of those moments.

“Did you just disagree with me just because?” You asked him.

Jordan couldn’t think of a comeback or words to say. You talked to him in that weirdly positive tone despite clearly being irritated with him again. Maybe his dick twitched a little, but he ignored that.

“Jordan, put some clothes on, okay?” 

“Fuck you”

“Your dick is out”

“Have a great day”

Maintenance fixed the door problem by 5:13 pm. It was a simple fix. A new doorknob was installed, but a couple of dents from your early frustration remained a reminder. Afterward, you were alone in your dorm, struggling to wait forty minutes to join a lecture.

  It was a struggle not to nod off in front of your computer. Online classes always felt like a good idea when you signed up for them, but you soon realized they were a trap. It is a carefully crafted trap for you to waste your time on the course because you couldn't keep your eyes open long enough to listen to your professor drone on about the importance of… You fell asleep.

You needed the relief anyway. It was a struggle to keep holding up the illusions you were. The influx of incoming students fucked you over. Having a roommate who hated you meant you were always using your powers. You couldn’t trust him not to try and ruin your brand. The only times you would have a break from having to cast an illusion was when Jordan was out doing whatever the fuck he did besides training and sulking.

Illusions fell around you—your side of the room that was once pale blue and pink warped into black and purple. Your hair, which once seemed to be tied tightly in a bun, fell around your shoulders. The pink sweater you wore was replaced with a black hoodie you had for years. The illusions you had concealing your tattoos shattered. The ink from your arm sleeve peaked out from the wrist of your hoodie.

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“Who are you texting?”Andre asked 

It was late. Jordan sat on the couch in his friends' dorm and tried not to be bitter that there were only three bedrooms. He typed in his phone, angry you weren’t responding. Why does he have to deal with this? He’s pretty sure when he leaves that, all three of them just crash in the living room in a pile like cavepeople anyways. Andre’s room was always too fucking clean for anyone to actually stay in there.

He leaned over on the couch to try and take a peak at Jrdan’s phone. Jordan leaned away, mildly irritated with his friend. Andre just shrugged and made a face at Cate. Cate rolled her eyes, already knowing where this conversation was going to go. It was the only thing Jordan talked about the past couple of weeks.

“My hell of a roommate,” Jordan complained and rolled his eyes.

You hadn’t responded to the last ten texts he sent. He was trying to be better to you. He might've felt a bit guilty about giving you the wrong number for that long. So now he was trying to do what you would have done for him. He planned on bringing the same guy from earlier back over, but you wouldn’t respond to him.

“Oh, she cant be that bad?” Cate said, trying to be positive about the situation.

“Cute, you guys are texting,” Andre whispered.

Jordan heard him, however, and switched. Before Andre had a chance to react, Jordan slapped him in the back of the head. The touch was light but quick. Andre chuckled softly and then raised both of his hands.

“Well, I’m trying to tell her I'm on my way back to the dorm. Might need it in a few,” Jordan explained and put his phone away.

“Why do you look so stressed?” Luke asked.

To be honest, he was the only one not caught up on the whole Jordan hating her roommate thing. He thought she would get over it in a week, but clearly, that wasn’t the case. Jordan still hated you basically for existing at this point. Luke tried to lock in on the situation, but he was still pretty high from the session that just ended.

“She isn’t fucking responding,” Jordan whined.

“It’s fine. It’s only been like ten minutes,” Luke stated.

Luke’s eyes looked around the room for whatever the fuck he was missing. Cate just laughed beside him.

“Since the last text I sent. I texted her five hours ago,” Jordan added, her arms crossed in front of her.

“It’s probably nothing,” Luke assured her, although he didn't understand why the situation was that. 

Serious. Cate understood it, though. Even if, at the time, Jordan didn’t understand, she could have seen it already. Cate had a weird way of just knowing.

“Yeah, what are you so worried about?”Andre asked, raising his eyebrows in a suggestive way.

Jordan looked away and flipped him off. Cate and Andre shared another look, and Jordan wanted to flip the couch over. She didn’t though

“Fuck off, Dre.”

“Who is she again? Freshman?” Cate asked

“No, junior.” Jordan answered.

“Who is it?”Luke asked, hoping that maybe that would explain Jordan’s frustration.

When Jordan answered, none of them had much of a reaction, which wasn’t very satisfying for Jordan. Andre didn’t even know who you were talking about(he didn't pay attention to the rankings much). Cate just nodded, taking in the info. It was always funny to her how the most liked people could be some of the worst. Luke didn't run with Jordan’s opinion of her roommate. He knew how dramatic Jordan could sometimes be, and he was pretty sure she would've hated any roommate she was assigned to just because they were an inconvenience to Jordan.

Jordan didn't like the feeling of being interrogated, so the hangout was cut shorter than normal. Once she answered one question, it was like he opened Pandora’s box of bullshit, and everyone wouldn’t get the spotlight off of her. So, she gave up on reaching out to the guy from earlier and instead was banging on the door of her dorm room like a mad woman.

“Dude, open the fucking door!”Jordan shouted.

He didn't want to break the door again, but the longer he stood outside, the more appealing of an idea it became. Inside the dorm, you were still fast asleep at your desk. The exhaustion from overusing your powers took a severe toll on your body. You had been out cold the entire time. All illusions previously placed on you and your things were deactivated.

“C’mon, this is really petty. Just open up.” Jordan said again, but you couldn’t hear him.

A hard alarm sounded in your ear. You shook your head awkwardly, then scrambled to check your laptop.

Take your pill

You nodded and stood up to take your birth control. You made it three steps before you fell because of the loud bang at your door. Shit. Jordan’s voice yelled something behind the door that you couldn’t quite make out at the moment. All you knew was that you needed to hurry and get all the illusions back up. You waved your hands a bit, trying to tap into Jordan’s psyche once you were confident enough that the illusions were back up, and you dry-swallowed your birth control and made your way to the door.

Act normal

“Hey, sorry I got caught up in studying?” You answered the door with a smile.

“Fine, whatever. I texted you, though.” Jordan looked at you, partially confused

It didn't make sense to him. You went hours without answering him, and your excuse was that you got caught up studying. What the fuck? You didn’t even look tired? Jordan hated you. You closed the door behind him and sat on your bed.

#jordan li x reader #gen v x reader #jordan li

[moonschocolate]

Tom Riddle headcanons!!

because lately i've been thinking about this tragic little human <3

tw: mention of torture as a topic

first of all I wanted to clarify that in this there's no Voldemort, no interest in practicing dark magic, just a teen who goes to Hogwarts soo... :)

proud slytherin. no matter how much other people can say 'slytherin = bad' he just doesn't care, he will not argue with you if you think or say that cause he will find it pointless

I don't now where I read this, but if I'll find it I will tag the person who said this before me: he has autism!!

which means he is not a very social person, and he has little/no friends

and he is deeply attached to an object/topic

the topic in question is dark magic

he doesnt want to practice it, he just finds the whole thing interesting

which deeply concerns professors

he knows everything. about horcruxes, the three unforgivable curses, origin and all

he simply thinks that knowledge is knowledge

IF HE READS?!?! OH DAMN

i strongly believe he has one hell of a library in his dorm

the most dramatic myths ever? knows them

he's just a nerd

read books about t0rture, c0mmunism, n@zism, because knowledge is knowledge

also reads light books of course i dont want to scare you

maths is not his thing

like yes he's good at it but he doesnt really care

did i say hes dramatic?

and an absolute pessimist

since i do not believe that his hair is like that just because it is, he HAS to have a hair routine (DROP IT TOM)

has an infinite collection of bookmarks

no person is allowed to touch his books

doesnt write on books even with pencils

listens to DRAMATIC classical music

EXAMPLE

(also y'all have to teach me how to put spotify songs with the blue rectangle cuz i dont have a clue on how)

JUST THE START

Idk it reminds me of him (and regulus but this is not about him)

this goes against the fact that he's dramatic, but i think that in a relationship he would be a good-old fashioned lover boy

flowers, love letters, POEMS, kissing in the rain, handing you his jacket when you're cold

and of course he wears suits

NOT a sports kid

mf doesn't know a single sport

he just learned how to swim

that's it

is defo the kind of person who is SOSOSOSOSO SKINNY

He's skeptical af on food

like i believe he's a picky eater

and i dont think he eats a lot

like he will go through the day with some coffees, some water, breakfast and a snack in the afternoon

is always gentle doing anything

when he's mad he's even more mad that he can't throw anything because then he would be even more angry that it got broken

has NO PHYSICAL FORCE AT ALL

Like his arms are spaghetti

im sorry but imo he's short

like 1.70 cm (5'5''-5'6'')

which is not really short

I CANT SEE HIM AS A TALL BEING

will not admit it but hates the sea

like as long as he can reach with his feet the "land" below then it's no problem

if he can't he'll try to act cool and say he's tired and immediately get out of the sea

it gives him a sense of pure confusion because he doesnt know what he could run into

which annoys him

because when he cant know something it hurts him physically emotionally psychologically

he knows plenty of languages

english, french, latin, russian and german

why?

because it's cool

also knows how to play the piano and the flute and the viola

"never judge a book by its cover" he does exactly the opposite

especially with books he judges the book by the cover, if he likes the cover he'll like the book too

and people can gain his interest only at first sight

he hates how lots of people can easily change their opinions as long as their group/loved ones have a different opinion

or how people always follow the crowd

people who judge mudbloods just because they're mudbloods are too stupid for him

i think we all know that he is THE teachers' pet

he's the Hermione of his generation

which means that while there are plenty of people with their hands raised the only one who will be listened to is tom

is a MANIAC in cleaning

his bed and his overall room is always tidy af

he hates getting his uniform dirty

he has plenty of nightmares about his past

which he never talks about with anyone

is the kind of person to have 4 or 5 cats

he is absolutely quiet

i got a strong feeling that this man was bullied before hogwarts at the orphanage

he has a cute little stuffed animal in really bad shape which he has from his years at the orphanage and it's hidden at the end of his wardrobe

he strongly despises children because he doesn't have a clue how to deal with them

acts like he has patience

lacks patience

in a modern au, the only thing he'd have going to school would be a black pen

not because he didnt care or was too lazy to get other things but because he didnt find having 3985729947 pens and highliters necessary

dada would be boring for him because out of curiosity he would've already learned most of the spells or wtv

i dont remember if i said it but quidditch is NOT something he likes

or just flying on a broom in general

(remus lupin behavior)

(I had to say it)

studying consists in him burying his face in the books for like 4 or 5 hours straight (my man has some serious issues)

you could tell im completely delusional because he became a killer and nothing's good-old fashioned lover boy about canon him but oh well🥰

#tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #tom #tom riddle headcanons #slytherin #slytherin boys #i dont know how to deal with trigger warnings but i put that one just in case cus yk #i have an idea of tom in my mind #you could tell #harry potter #harry potter fandom #hp #hp headcanon #hp headcanons #thomas marvolo riddle #tommy #IM PUTTING AS MANY TAGS AS I CAN THINK OF #harry potter headcanons #also did i say his friends are walburga and abraxas? #idk honestly i just thought of the first slytherin people of that era and i thought of them #and also hed be homophobic #and he believed he was wrong #because that's what they teached him #but he changed #and said 'it's none of my fucking business' #and hes not homophobic >:)

[crushedsweets]

it’s been a while back so i’m w more song analysis!! this is too long i’m warning u now. in fact this might not even be readable im so sorry it’s just. so much rambling 😭

when memories snow (more mitski mm also i got tickets for her tour and i will not shut up ab it!!! she’s so cool!!!!!!!) is incredibly tim coded. the very sinister chords at the chorus, really makes you *feel* him spiralling - and the LYRICS ugh very ‘i’m trying to ignore/suppress my memories but they keep coming back against my will’ slash ‘bottling up all my feelings and forging on with my work. pretending they don’t exist’

hate yourself by tv girl is very nina x kate (in the sense of kate watching nina destroy herself for a man who does not even like her) ough. ‘i think you’d fall in love with anyone who fell in love with you / and they frequently do’ BC KATE DID!! kate fell in love with her!! also ‘i’ll just wait til those arms belong to me’ is so subtly manipulative which is very. yeah. kate’s definitely not perfect and i wouldn’t put her above being like that if she really wanted to. + the deceptively happy instrumental with vaguely dark lyrics = nina being overly outgoing and social to make up for the fact that her mental state is in absolute shambles (poor bby)

the wolf by siamés is both tim and brian but i think leans more brian (what is it with this man that makes me think of ‘walking music’. ykwim? the chain, the wolf, house of the rising sun all remind me of him. all very slow-threatening-determined-walk songs) once again, driving beat, heavy bassline. (i play bass guitar so i love a song w an interesting bass part) i think shows resilience as well as grounding - imo he’s always been one of the more mature / level-headed creeps, to the point he’s very self aware. this man knows exactly what he’s doing at all times. ‘somewhere far away i can hear your call’ even in the future when he thinks he’s escaped from slender he knows deep down he’ll never be truly free…. yes ok

keep myself alive by get scared for jane. she’s so angry - AS SHE SHOULD BE and i feel it’s just a audible version of her rage. ‘i just wanna leave this place behind / everytime i see your face in mine’ because her and jeff have the same burned face thing going on…….. ough. she can never escape from the man who ruined her life. the guitar shifting from this melancholy, reverb-y tone in the verses to the loud distortion in the chorus reflecting her mood shifting from self-pity to raw anger

bonus: class of 2013 by mitski x toby

i should rlly make a playlist for each creep but i use musi not spotify 💔

- 🌙 anon

sorry for making u read all of this ❤️

anon. oh my god. i need you to know how often i think about this ask. and how guilty i feel knowing i shouldve responded forever ago but kept putting it off. im going to respond now with shame. thank you so much for your patience. my god

when memories snow for tim is soooo real. i associate him with a longing for life before slendy, while also repressing it cuz it hurts knowing itll never ever come back. going to bars, hanging out in his friends apartments, going to class, late night driving... "I shovel all those memories, clear the path to drive to the store" i think even the imagery of him shoveling snow out of a driveway gives off that sort of strong, cold idea of him. and 'drive to the store' obv being...proxy work... SO SAD

ALSO FUCK NINAKATE MENTION IM IN TEARS ok listen. theyre both really bad. and i super agree that kate might be a bit deceptive and manipulative (intentionally or not) cuz she wants nina to completely remove jeff and take his place (NOT HIS ROLE, just his place in ninas arms). also "how long will it take before you start to hate yourself and go straight to the arms of someone else" i think its undeniable that ninas obsession with romance is related to her own self image, and kate doesnt really like herself that much either. "im not saying that you love me, im not saying anything" OHH BUT SHE WANTS NINA SOOO BAD... man.

also im absolutely in love with how you take the sound itself into account, not just lyrics. the way you explain the wolf connecting to brians determination, reslience, and grounding presense is SOOO PERFECT and i can see it in the first few lyrics as well. the also "sneaking in the pain, every truth becomes lie / i wont trust myself once i hear your call" THATS TIM AND BRIAN COME ON GUYS DO YOU HEAR THIS

also i love keep myself alive. i heavily agree she has every right to be angry, and thats a core part of her character - rage, grief, strength. "to sleep i of course think i'm stronger now / to sleep i gotta catch myself" im crying. the sleep menton + she feels alone. she has a support system, a literal wife, but she still holds all of her grief on her own shoulders. who the fuck else can relate to being violently stalked for months, walking in on your parents being tortured together, being attacked, nearly burnt alive, then LOSING your parents? also "how could this dark cloud make me stronger now" i think a lot of people would have told her that her experience made her a survivor and made her strong and whatnot. but i dont think she feels that way. i think she feels like a victim, she feels tortured, she feels like that same little girl who'd sleep in her parents bed after a nightmare - but this isnt a nightmare she can wake up from. her parents bed burnt to ashes. there is relief in just letting yourself grieve and hurt - but she's so beyond focused on being strong. and it doesnt make sense to her. doesnt make sense how she can be strong after all of that . but she is, cuz she has to be

ALSO YES OH MY FUCKING GOD CLASS OF 2013 DFUCK FUCKFUCKF FIFJF FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKK i dont even need to explain why this gets me. yall already know. my god

#asks #anaon im so sorry again #you always bring me beautiful things #thank you #long post

[ricksanchez-z420]

for the music asks, can you answer either all of them or at least 5 of your choosing? I'm very curious 💜

queen bee wants em all she gets em all 💜🤙

(putting this all under the cut cuz its a lot 😅)

1. Song that always makes you happy

ocean man by ween for sure, its hard to be upset listening to that one

2. Song you listen to when you're sad

forget it by getter is def one of my go to feelsy songs

3. Top 5 songs of an artist of your choosing

island in the sun, say it ain't so, my name is jonas, beverly hills, sweater song

4. 3 most played songs on iTunes or Last.fm etc.

doin time by sublime, by the way by rhcp, i wanna get better by bleachers (on spotify cuz i dont have that other shit lol)

5. Favourite song right now

ive been weirdly obsessed with buried alive by terror reid lately

6. Favourite album of all time

probably sublimes self titled album if i have to pick

7. Favourite song of all time

santeriaaa

8. Favourite artist of all time

subliiime

9. A memory associated to an artist of your choosing

my dad really liked selena...he used to say she had an angelic voice. i was only 8 when she died but i remember my dad being devastated

10. Song that you feel you must always dance to

i literally dance to everything lmaooo must be a drummer thing but as long as it has a beat im groovin to it

11. First album you bought

my first album was dookie, unintentionally pissed my mom off but it was totally worth it

12. A song that reminds you of someone you love

😒

13. A song from your childhood

gonna have to put this here for reasons

14. A song that reflects your personality

def gonna have to go with alien boy by oliver tree

15. Most hated song of all time

honestly anything by tool i cannot stand tool

16. Most overrated song

oblivion by grimes

17. Most underrated song

18. Most overrated artist

grimes 😏

19. Most underrated artist

everyone should go check out peach prc shes great her music is great

20. Favourite vocal performance

i just have to share a video for this one lol the whole thing is a ride from start to finish

21. Favourite guitar solo

i mean this 100% jack blacks solo in school of rock at the end where they perform in battle of the bands is fuckin choice dude

22. A song no one would expect you to love

i love terror jr ive been kind of following her for a while, this is a fave by her

23. A song you get stick for liking

i have a couple of lana del rey songs on my smoke playlist and i get mad shit from c137 AND morty 😒

24. A song you'd like at your funeral

i want im a believer by smash mouth blasting at my funeral (definitely joking)

pls play i miss you by blink 192 at my funeral (very much not joking)

25. Karaoke song

likely anything by sublime or weezer 😅 talking heads is fun to do too

26. Favourite summertime song

summertime by sublime 😏

27. Favourite Christmas song

oh my goood ive been waiting my whole life to share this because no one believes me but SIMPLE PLAN PUT OUT A CHRISTMAS SONG

28. An artist you used to love but don't really listen to now

im actually embarrassed to admit this but i had a very short lived obsession with limp bizkit when i was a kid 😅 lets just say i was an angry child lol

29. A cover that's better than the original

ive really been digging doja's cover of celebrity skin

30. A song that you have to crank the volume up for

i always crank my girl doja up

31. What song was top of the charts when you were born

ok so i had to look this up and the first thing i saw was everybody have fun tonight by wang chung lol

32. C.D. that's always in the car

i havent really done cds since like...2009 maybe 2010 lol

33. Which genre of music features most heavily in your collection

grunge and pop punk mostly but id say i have a pretty good mix of everything

34. Which genre(s) do you try to avoid

im not the biggest fan of most metal tbh (mort and i clash a lot when it comes to this 😅)

35. A song that is always stuck in your head

ngl this is on loop constantly in my head

#just stoner rick things; asks #do you have any idea how hard it was to spread this out and not make every answer a sublime song??? 😂😂😂 #also i lied about doing all of them there were couple of duplicates and a couple i didnt feel like answering 😏

[duckugou]

depollute me

bakugou x gn!reader

fluff, small angst, comfort, aged up!

cw: implications / mentions of su*cide please dont hesitate to reach out to me to talk about anything.

that one sound on tiktok from @ leithross that i need to be a song on spotify bc i CRY

come to my asks to be a part of my taglist! just let me know what kinds of fics/ what fandom/ what characters/ etc you want to be tagged in!

Requests are open!!

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Being friends with Bakugou is definitely a skill that should be looked at on resumes for high ranked jobs. No, not because hes an angry boy that yells.

Because it shows that you're capable of taking the time to get to know someone past their outer shell. It shows that you're not judgmental and youre willing to put in the work to get somewhere you'd like to be.

Meeting him is jarring to any person, I'm sure.

But it is also a blessing that too many take for granted.

If being friends with Bakugou is a skill. Being his best friend is honorary.

"depollute me, pretty baby"

Late nights with Katsuki are common. But this one was an important one.

"Come on! We HAVE to get to the roof!" You shout behind yourself to the blonde boy, chasing after you.

"Y/n you're going to get HURT-"

"No I'm not! You're a hero arencha-" Youre cut off but Bakugou grabbing you by the waist before you can climb out the window.

"Is your grand plan to scale the fucking wall?" He asks incredulously as he pulls you back into the building.

"Yes- I want to see the stars stupid! Let me GO!"

"You can see them FROM THE GROUND!"

"ITS NOT THE SAME KATS-" you flop onto the ground after flailing in his arms to the point of him getting annoyed enough to let go.

"Oh my god youre impossible," he sighs. "Theres a door- that you can only access with a key."

"Yes we have established this," you get up brushing yourself off. "Which is why we have to scale the-"

"I can just make a tiny explosion and open the lock that way."

"So lets damage the door instead of-"

"OKAY I CAN PICK THE LOCK HOLY SHIT." Bakugou finally gave in.

"You...you have been hiding... such a skill from me?!" You yelled, hand on your heart.

"Jesus fuck- this is why. Youre a little criminal you know that? Breaking and fuckin entering- someone should arrest your dumb ass." He mumbles, picking the lock on the door to the roof.

"Good thing I have a hero that will totally stick up for me. Hes even almost number one- very credible." You say, rubbing your chin, giggling at the end.

The door swings open and he scowls at you.

"Like hell I'd stick up for you, brat."

"You know you would, fuckwad."

You grab his hand and walk out onto the roof, seemingly in awe.

"Wow. It's so pretty up here." You drop his hand and run to the edge, prompting Bakugou to follow.

Sighing, you hold onto the high ledge, looking up at the sky and down at the ground. "We're up crazy high."

"No shit." He mutters, staring at you in the moonlight.

Hoisting yourself up onto the ledge, panic rings through Bakugou's bones as he's pulled from his admiration of you. He holds your waist as you sit down on the ledge, staring up at the sky.

"Youre fuckin insane." He breathes out.

"I know." You turn slightly to look at him. "Its why ya love me so damn much Kats. Someone out-crazied you."

"Fuck off."

"suck the rot right out of my blood stream"

"I miss her." You mutter, looking up at the sky again.

"I know princess. You lookin at her constellation right?" Bakugou sighs, resting his head on your shoulder.

"Yeah. Its the night she was born. This is what the sky looked like that night. No wonder she was so bright- the sky just- God if she would've just-" Bakugou notices your eyes welling up with tears.

Pulling you off the ledge and turning you around, he stands you up and hugs you.

"Hey hey. It's okay. I gotcha." He whispers.

Holding you, he feels his shoulder getting wet. He's never minded.

After a few silent minutes, you pull away sniffling.

"Im so glad I have you Katsuki Bakugou." You stare into his eyes.

"oh dilute me, gentle angel"

"Im glad to have you too, Y/f/n Y/l/n."

Everything seems so heavy so often. Even when he has you. He can't say the things he wants to because he thinks he ruins everything.

No matter how often you tell him to be up front with you. You know how he feels but you refuse to say anything until he does.

Resting your forehead on his, he closes his eyes.

"Kats. I wish you felt good enough to say what you want all of the time." You whisper.

"And I wish you wouldn't act so strong all of the time. Can't always get what we want princess." He whispers back.

"water down what I call being grateful"

"What if we promise to stop being so scared?" You suggest, pulling away from his forehead.

His eyes flutter open. "Scared? I'm not scared of shit."

"Kats. Youre scared of emotions. We have established this." You giggle.

"And youre scared of being weak." He states.

"We're so alike its nasty." You laugh.

"Okay. So how do we stop being scared?" He asks, sitting down on the rooftop, pulling on your hand to bring you down in front of him.

"We just... do the things we're scared of. Like... I'm vulnerable right now. That scares me. Your turn."

"Oh you kiss me just to kiss me not to take me home"

"You scare me." He mutters, putting his hands on your cheeks delicately- like he might break you.

"What are you so scared of?" You whisper.

Instead of saying anything, he kisses you. Its a soft kiss. It's something that only you get to experience. It's a secret from him to you. Its yours.

"it was simple it was sweetness it was good to know"

Pulling apart, his hands rest on your cheeks still.

"I cant lose you. I cant... I wouldnt be able to cope with ever losing you from my life. It's why I'm so protective. I know you get so sad and fucked up and... the roof. It scares me. She was on one- I dont want you to-"

"I wouldnt. Not when I have so much to do still. I mean now that I know you can pick locks especially!" You say, tossing your head back and letting his hands rest on your thighs instead.

"you look perfect you look different"

Both of you have tears in your eyes.

"Y/n. I love you." He finally says.

You jerk your head down, smiling at him.

"Took you long enough! I love you too Katsuki. I always have."

"You mean-"

"There was no reason to be scared." You give him a quick kiss, and pull back smiling.

"it was simple you are sweetness lets just sit a while"

You lay against his chest, looking up at the stars again, remembering how much you've been through with him. How much you've been through with out her- your other best friend.

"He finally said it- did you hear it?" You ask the sky.

"She fuckin knew didn't she-" Bakugou started.

"Of course she did! She's my best friend!" You exclaim.

"Then what the hell does that make me?"

"My boyfriend. Obviously." You chuckle.

Bakugou responds with a chuckle of his own and a kiss on your head.

"depollute me gentle angel and ill feel the sickness less and less"

If being Bakugous best friend is honorary, being his significant other is legendary.

#bakugou #bakugou x y/n #bakugou fic #bakugou x reader #bakugou angst #bakugou fluff #mha imagine #mha fanfic #mha fic #mha angst #mha fluff #mha one shot

[taeyongdoyoung]

summary: you are a mermaid and you save a handsome man from drowning but little do you know it’s not his first rodeo when dealing with mermaids. seonghwa, a former prince, is currently hongjoong’s first mate and boyfriend. hongjoong is the captain, the pirate king of the most savage crew across the seas. and you want nothing to do with them. not because they’re pirates, but because they’re humans…

ships: mermaid!reader x prince/pirate!seonghwa x pirate!hongjoong; wizard!yunho x demon!jongho, pirate!yeosang x mermaid!soojin x pirate!mingi (implied)

genre: little mermaid!au, pirate!au, fantasy, humour, romance

author’s note: i can’t believe this is over omg?!?! im legit bawling my eyes out rn 😭😭 i hope you guys like the end of pirate kings because i poured my entire heart into it! 💖💖 also be on the lookout for take me home, aurora, one day at a time and promise references hehe 🌅 🌅 thank you for going on this journey across the seas with me!

warnings: some swearing, mentions of drowning & torture, bittersweet (?) ending

word count: 2.6k

chapter one ☠️ chapter two ☠️ chapter three ☠️ chapter four ☠️ chapter five ☠️chapter six ☠️ chapter seven ☠️ chapter eight ☠️ chapter nine ☠️ chapter ten ☠️ chapter eleven ☠️ chapter twelve ☠️ spotify playlist

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Yunho's POV

My genius plan was that I would become more powerful than Jongho himself. So powerful that he wouldn't even be capable of taking my soul. So powerful that he wouldn’t even dare to try. Little did I know that as I shared my idea with Seonghwa, a certain someone was conveniently listening. Little did I know how this giant mess I'd created will play out...

Once Seonghwa was reassured that I would be perfectly safe despite the deal I had made with Jongho, he left me to my own devices. No sooner had I teleported myself back to my lighthouse than Jongho appeared out of nowhere, visibly angry. But there was something else in his expression. Something I couldn't quite define. Not yet, at least.

"How much of it did you hear?" I asked, already prepared for the worst.

"All of it," Jongho scoffed.

"Regardless," I spoke confidently. "Even if you do know what I'm planning, you can't stop me. You already know how much potential I have. Or else, you wouldn't have agreed to this deal. I'm right, no?"

Jongho shook his head.

"Your silly little plan won't work, wizard."

"Really?" I smiled, because I knew my own abilities better than he did. I was absolutely certain I could beat him. "And why is that?" I inquired, out of curiosity. He didn't scare me. Just...intrigued me.

"Because I never intended to take your soul, you fool."

Now, that was something I didn't expect to hear.

Jongho had somehow managed to catch me unprepared.

"W-what do you mean?"

"You know why I'm stealing so many souls?" I was about to open my mouth but Jongho wasn't having it. "Ah-ah, just let me finish. I know what you think. I know what everyone thinks. But it's an act. Apparently, I was too good an actor and completely fooled everyone, didn't I? The reason I've been collecting souls is not because I want to be more powerful than the devil. It's because I don't have one myself."

"H-huh?" I whispered in confusion. "Jongho, I don't understand..."

He placed a finger on my lips and I felt compelled to just...listen. Hear him out.

"But ever since I met you, I've felt...different. Like I could be more than just a demon making deals. Like I could matter."

I was too shocked to say anything so I just stared at him, utterly dumbfounded. And then he continued:

"What good would taking your soul do when you're the very reason I might be growing a soul in the first place?"

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" I had to make sure.

"I know it's fucking insane and you’re supposed to be my sworn enemy or whatever but—"

This time, I couldn't let him finish his sentence and interrupted him with my lips on his. To my absolute dismay, he was kissing me back with as much vigour as I was. As much vigour as he put into challenging me and getting on my nerves and frustrating the living hell out of me. As much vigour as I knew only he was capable of.

"I thought this was impossible," I mumbled against his lips once I broke away from the kiss.

"So did I. But do you want me to tell you how I know it's real?"

I nodded, not trusting myself to say anything else.

"Because when you look at me, I no longer feel the urge to torture you for eternity."

"I should feel flattered, I suppose," I joked.

"It's up to you how you feel, wizard," Jongho replied. "And up to me to continue making you feel this way."

"The terrifying Jongho — a hopeless romantic. Who would have thought?" I teased him relentlessly.

"It's not too late for me to change my mind and snatch your soul."

"You greedy little thing. My heart isn't good enough for you?"

"Your heart?" Jongho chuckled and wrapped his arms around my neck. "It's mine now."

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Yeosang's POV

The more time I spent around Mingi, the more I could see how much he'd changed for the better. And how much he was about to continue changing. Despite everything that had gone down in the past, I was feeling incomprehensibly drawn to him. And I wanted to be there for him. I knew that it would take some time for the rest of the crew to get used to Mingi being out of his cell. But I was determined to give him a chance. And convince the rest of them, it was a chance worth taking. Especially my dear Soojin...

"Sangie, he literally kidnapped us and left us without water for a week!" she reasoned.

"I know. I'm not making any excuses for—"

"And he cut off your hand! Your hand, Yeosang!" she reminded me needlessly. As if I could forget.

"Like I said, I'm not going to justify Mingi's actions. All I'm asking is that you give him another chance. He's been showing remorse. And I truly believe that if the circumstances had been different, he wouldn't have behaved the way that he did."

Soojin sighed, unsure of what to say.

"People aren't born evil," I insisted. "Everyone makes choices. Sometimes good, sometimes bad. What matters is what we do to fix the bad ones."

"Yeosang...I really want to do as you say, but it just sounds so difficult, okay?"

"I'm literally a pirate, sweetheart," I rolled my eyes. "If you don't hold it against me, I don't see a problem. Mingi's not exactly the villain he's painted himself to be."

Soojin nodded thoughtfully.

"Alright. You have a point. I'll give him a chance. One chance and that's it. If he fucks up again, I'm taking him to the depths of the sea myself."

"I suppose that's fair," I shrugged. "You heard that, Mingi?"

"Loud and clear," he grinned, a couple of metres away from us.

"He was right there the whole time?!" Soojin hiss-whispered in disbelief. "This is so embarrassing."

"Oh, come on. Don't tell me you've chickened out and those were just empty threats," Mingi winked at her.

She physically shuddered and I couldn't help but laugh. So cute.

"Relax, Soojin. Mingi's our friend now. Aren't you?" I asked.

"If you want me to be," he scratched the back of his head a bit awkwardly.

"Come here, let's play cards," I suggested casually. "Loser gets to swim with the sharks."

"There are no sharks in this sea," Soojin pointed out confidently.

"Yeosang wasn't talking about actual sharks," Mingi correctly guessed. "He meant that I would have to go talk to Hongjoong and Seonghwa. Because, obviously, I'm terrible at cards and I would definitely lose the game. And these two are scarier than bloody sharks."

Soojin rolled her eyes.

"Pirates and their stupid way of talking."

"You get used to it," I playfully nudged her arm.

"There's no escape now."

"Let's skip the game," Mingi suggested. "I'll just go talk to the sharks right now and beg for mercy or whatever."

"We'll come with. Right, Soojin?" I offered.

"Like I have a choice," she groaned but I could tell that she was gradually warming up to the idea of letting Mingi stick around.

"Thanks, guys. I appreciate the moral support," Mingi blushed.

"I guess you could say...I'll be your right hand," I stared at the hook replacing my missing hand and snickered sarcastically. Mingi and Soojin were beyond mortified by my dark sense of humour. "Too soon?"

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Hongjoong's POV

"I mean...we already had dealings with a demon and a wizard so I don't see how Mingi could pose a threat," I reasoned. "No offense, Mingi."

"None taken," he smiled.

"So, you're going to let him stay? Unguarded?" Seonghwa wanted to know.

"Let him stay — yes. Unguarded — no. If you're so insistent he's changed, you'll have to take full responsibility. You think you can handle that, Yeosang?" I posed the serious question.

"I've got this, Cap," Yeosang promised.

"I'll be around, too," Soojin vowed. "You don't have to worry, Cap."

I nodded in agreement. Seonghwa seemed to be on board with the idea. Honestly, after all the shit we'd been through with that demon, Mingi was the least of my concerns. But of course, I couldn't say that directly. So I had to play the "responsible leader worried for his crew" card. And apparently, I played it well.

"Wow, this went better than expected," I could hear Mingi whispering to Yeosang, as they were walking away. Seonghwa and I exchanged an amused look.

"Shh, we just caught him in a good mood," Yeosang explained carefully. "Be nice and he might let you stay for good."

"Guys, be quiet!" Soojin warned them. Clever mermaid, I told myself and grinned. Speaking of mermaids...

"Not so fast!" Y/N ordered them to stop. And so they did. Rightaway. Made me wonder who was the real Captain of this ship. Not that I minded her taking away some of my responsibilities. I even liked it.

"Yes?" Yeosang seemed kinda nervous.

"Make sure you treat my sister well. Both of you!" Y/N commanded them easily. "Or else...I'll have no problem letting the siren out to deal with you. And she's not someone you want to mess with. Ask Hongjoong."

The shock on my face was not at all exaggerated as I nodded to confirm her words.

"She'll be safe with us, Y/N," Yeosang made a pledge. "Right, Mingi?"

"Um, yeah, what he said."

"You don't sound very convincing," Y/N eyed him suspiciously.

Damn, I had to admit I was proud of her and how much she'd grown.

"Oh, let him go this time, will you?" I pulled her aside gently and she couldn't find it in herself to argue. Once Yeosang, Soojin and Mingi had taken their leave, she removed her "intimidating siren" mask and was back to her usual, gentle self I knew and loved.

"You guys think we made the right call?"

"It'll be fine," I was fairly certain. "If push comes to shove, Yunho will just help us out again, right?"

"As if he doesn't have enough problems with that demon," Y/N argued. "We can't continue using him for our needs."

"Yeah...about that," Seonghwa started.

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Seonghwa's POV

As I was telling them about Yunho and Jongho's change in dynamics, Hongjoong and Y/N were too taken aback to react with anything else but by opening their mouths. Which was, to say the least, quite adorable of them.

"So...these two...?" Y/N asked as if to confirm what I'd just finished recounting.

"Mhm," I grinned.

"Wow," Hongjoong managed.

"I know."

"This is good news, yes? It means both Hongjoong and Yunho get to keep their souls," Y/N wanted to make sure it was indeed real.

"I mean, demons can be pretty unpredictable but judging from Yunho's happy expression when I last talked to him, I'm willing to be hopeful for once," I explained. "We've had enough trouble as it is, don't you think? We deserve something good to happen to us."

"Couldn't agree more," Hongjoong grabbed my hand and Y/N's. "But I get what she means. After all the dangers we've experienced, it just seems so unbelievable that we're finally safe."

"Too good to be true, eh?" Y/N sighed. "Let's enjoy this while we can."

"I think this one will last a bit longer," I smiled knowingly.

"Hey, don't jinx it," Hongjoong squeezed my hand softly.

"Just trust me, alright?" I looked at them both.

"I do."

"As do I."

"And I'm gonna catch you when you fall or when you're sinking," I murmured.

"I think I speak from experience when I say I'm the one more likely to save a pirate from drowning," Y/N poked fun at us.

"I was just trying to sound poetic," I pouted.

"And we appreciate the effort," Hongjoong reassured me. "But she's right."

"You two turning against me? Oh, how the tables have turned!" I announced dramatically.

"Don't pretend you don't like it," Y/N ran a hand through my hair and tilted her head towards Hongjoong. "He likes it, doesn't he, Cap?"

"I bet he does."

"Hey, Y/N. My eyes are up here," I reminded her.

"Oh, I know," she blinked, feigning innocence.

"Too bad I can't even be mad at you," I chuckled.

"Why be mad when you can be rad?" Hongjoong interjected.

"That was so terrible," I groaned. "You're lucky I love you."

"Both of us?" Y/N asked hopefully.

"Unfortunately," I admitted.

"Guess we'll have to work harder to turn that into a fortunately," Y/N teased. "Wait, my bad. I forgot you two already have a wholeass fortune in the form of a bunch of treasure chests."

"Is that why you like us?" Hongjoong teased. "Who knew mermaids could be golddiggers?"

"I'll show you a golddigger!" Y/N threatened and started chasing Hongjoong around the ship. They were so childish sometimes...

🧜‍♀️🧜‍♀️🧜‍♀️

Reader's POV

You could tell that you had a couple of more minutes left until your siren-like side rose to the surface so you decided to enjoy them. As you were watching the sun setting, you couldn't help but recall your very first memories of Seonghwa and Hongjoong. What started as a simple joke, Hongjoong throwing Seonghwa overboard, followed by you saving Seonghwa from a whirlpool, had turned into so much more. It was funny how life often surprised you in the most unexpected ways. How a few months ago, if anyone asked you about pirates (and humans, in general), you would have scoffed distastefully. If anyone asked Seonghwa about mermaids, he would have still been haunted by the loss of Ariel. If anyone asked Hongjoong, he would have said mermaids spelled nothing but danger. And now...Now, the three of you had become so different. And in a way, so similar. Forgetting all these labels that once used to define you and just finding happiness in each other. In the adventures you'd had together. In the shared feeling of being trusted, feeling known. And loved. It was even funnier how you didn't find it strange at all. On the contrary, it felt perfectly natural that you were here. Made perfect sense that you had a home with Seonghwa and Hongjoong. A former prince, a pirate king and a lost but now found mermaid. You wouldn't have it any other way.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" you said out loud, sensing Seonghwa's presence beside you.

"Yes, it is," Seonghwa replied, looking at you.

"I have to go soon."

"But you'll be back in the morning. As usual."

You simply smiled. It went without saying.

"I wish I could stay the night," you whispered longingly. "Fall asleep in your arms."

"You could. I know you'll be able to control your powers. I'm sure Hongjoong will agree with me."

"I probably could control them. But I don't mind going back to my home in the night. Even though...this is also my home. Does it make sense?"

"I believe it does," Seonghwa rubbed calming circles on your palm. "Just like how you have a human and mermaid self, you also have two homes."

You nodded.

"Exactly."

"In a way, I feel the same. Both you and Hongjoong are my homes."

You rested your forehead against his.

"And we will always be your homes, Hwa."

"Don't go," he murmured against your skin. "I don't want to be alone anymore. Every night."

"You're not alone anymore. You have Hongjoong. And me. And I will be back with the first light of day."

"Promise?"

"I promise you, Seonghwa. Even if the whole world ends, I will always find my way back to you."

The end

#ateez #seonghwa #hongjoong #seonghwa x reader #hongjoong x reader #seongjoong #yunho #jongho #yeosang #mingi #ateez fic #ateez romance #pirate au #mermaid au #writing

[sunflowervolvimp3]

wait i love that this is a safe space for queer gossip so LET ME TELL YOU MINE

Last year i was seeing this girl that was a friend of a friend and a lesbian (i dont label my sexuality) and i had a crush on her for years before i finally made a move and it worked, we talked everyday, i would go to her apartment every weekend and spend time with her and it was amazing. One day out of the blue she texted me and said that we should stick to being just friends and it hurt like hell but i said ok because i really liked her just as a friend before, but eventually we stopped talking frequently. A few days ago i saw that she posted a story on instagram on her "close friends" and it was her laying on a bed all sweaty while hugging this girl and they were both clearly naked so i texted our mutual friend because i knew he was on her close friends as well (i was scared that she posted accidentally but since we havent talked in a while i felt awkward reaching out to her) but he told he couldn't see that she posted anything so he asked another friend and he also said he couldn't see the photo which made me believe that she posted that just so i could see. I've been very confused about it over the last feel days but im glad i get to gossip to you on anon today, bestie.

please share your thoughts

i wish i could post my live reaction of reading this story truly like i was loving it for you and then hating it for you and i really thought the close friends story was gonna be a good thing and then got hit with THAT!!!!!!

so she stands accused of intentionally posting a close friends story of her and another girl post sex to make you feel jealous/sad/angry……tbh bestie i feel like you don’t need these mind games!!!!! especially because she was the one who cut it off in the first place!!!! if she was missing you then she could reach out and say it like a normal person but instead is trying to get your attention through another girl????

now i would be lying if i said i hadn’t used my insta story to get a reaction out of someone i was interested in and i know it’s a common thing but this feels like a different level!!!! like this isn’t a spotify song share or a thirst trap selfie this seems to be something specifically targeted at you!!!! and you haven’t been talking much lately either????? the vibes are off girlie i don’t like the games she’s playing here and we are above it!!!!!

[hachinokaby]

I posted 118 times in 2021

47 posts created (40%)

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

i was watching a video of destiny reacting to someone who made a video of Dr. K and in some part he said something like “if a person is suicidal there’s something fundamentally broken in you, the drive to survive in a human being is pretty big. I don’t think its so much the idea of going to another place that drives people to do it. its just the matter of fact that the place that theyre in right now is so horrible and they dont ever see it better that like you might as well kill yourself because it doesnt go up from here” and that just made sense to me a lot

it made sense 

2 notes • Posted 2021-09-04 13:03:46 GMT

#4

It’s always funny to me how i get these kind of advice from people who don’t even know i exist, which is pretty cool since it does helps when its someone you care for

LIKE YEAH, xQc in fact does makes me happy and helps me somehow, some yt cc too but ive changed significantly that i dont really watch them as much like i watch xQc, aka either the whole 14hr stream or just highlights or reacts on yootob, but i have spend more time watching them than ive spent with people irl, without counting school since, yeah.

But yes in fact, it is always weird how someone i have never met and they dont even know i exist would give me such advice in things ive always struggled and still do, but they were always there when i needed someone, when i went to uni i literally watched game grumps so much i would just put their lets plays or compilations while i sleep just so i could have some good sleep, in high school i would watch pewds and some other ccs and come from school really fucking hyped since i knew they would upload a new video, and even i would stay awake late to watch someone stream minecraft on twitch, in middle school i was obsessed with video games and cartoons, like adventure time, futurama, and i would replay the 5 same games i had in my ds, and in pre school, yeah i was trying way too hard to make friends, which backfired and then it went downhil.

and here i am, taking advice once again from a cc that doesnt even know i exist, from someone i dont know, good fucking advice that makes me feel like i deserve to have good things and be a better person, enjoy the things i like and yes, trying to understand my emotions and learn to express them more, and not being afraid of being alone or death and such, im gonna fuck up, im gonna get hurt, and i have to learn from it and get better, not only for me, but for the people that i care for too, which is gonna be a hard journey that may never end, but i have to start if i want a better future for myself and others

2 notes • Posted 2021-06-16 08:49:54 GMT

#3

I always had this dream where i would lose teeth and i would wake up touching mine just to see if i was dreaming or not. And i googled it like twice before and apparently its because either dealing with some kind of loss, like an abrupt end to a relationship or a job change, future death of a family member, fear of getting older or concern about my own death, stress, anxiety, depression and ptsd?

Either way, also apparently they’re very common so, i just think it’s annoying having to wake up sweating and worrying about it, and the fact that they happen way too much for me

3 notes • Posted 2021-08-08 01:02:41 GMT

#2

the first time i learned about lobotomy i had a thought that i would like to try it, like i know what it does now but the first time i just couldn’t imagine what bad it was gonna cause, i get to be like a normal person, without feeling depressed, sad or angry or anything, i get to do whatever anyone says, it wouldnt change much who would remember me or who would even care at all that i did that i would be normal without all these emotions that make it so difficult to even get up from bed if it was still legal i would consider it i know it

3 notes • Posted 2021-11-14 06:14:39 GMT

#1

The fact that ive been feeling better and more emotional expressive sucks because NOW im learning this shit and actually feeling these emotions by myself sucks

Like

Feeling alone somehow feels worst when you actually care about being alone, this used to not happen before but now it hurts like shit i dont want this

Knowing your parents and family dont care about you hurts now, i only had reassurance and love from other people that weren’t my family, back then it was friends irl but they all left and moved on, and the only way to feel accepted was doing what they wanted

and now its just people online who dont even know my full name or how i look, and even in times im struggling i cant bring myself to ask for help from them i dont want them to worry i dont wanna be some extra weight on their already hard lives i dont like it

5 notes • Posted 2021-10-16 07:06:51 GMT

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[lclas]

heLLO everyone! tis i, mon, 26, she/her, est, and ready to party! im a little late to the game but here’s my daughter Lola, the sweetest thing in the world, if you’d like to plot just shoot me a message on discord or here through DMs! 

tw: gang affliations, prison. 

APPLICATION.

* MEG DONNELLY, CISFEMALE + SHE/HER  | you know HARLOW ‘LOLA’ MCCARTHY, right? they’re 20, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, TWO YEARS? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to VIOLENT BY CARLOESDAUGHTER like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole BUTTERFLY HARCLIPS FALLING OUT OF LOOSE CURLS, HOT PINK HEELEYS DRUMMING ACROSS HOT PAVEMENT, and THE SKIPS OF AN OLD RECORD PLAYER thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is AUGUST 25th , so they’re a VIRGO, which is unsurprising, all things considered.

STATS.

NAME: harlow ‘lola’ dawn mccarthy

HOMETOWN: boston, MA.

DOB: august 25th, 2000

HEIGHT: 5′3″

SEXUALITY: bisexual

TATTOOS: a blue butterfly on her right side on her ribcage.

FAMILY: mother tatiana mccarthy, father adrian mccarthy, older brother jameson mccarthy, twin brother adrian jr mccarthy.

AESTHETICS.

lavender-honey wafting off freshly released curls bouncing against slender freckle covered shoulders, butterfly hair clips clattering on a wood table being plucked up one at a time by baby blue nails, the drumming of wheels across hot pavement while red raspberry shaved ice drips down ring adorned fingers, soft humming to the spin and skips of an old record player, chunky sneakers lost underneath a twin bed, half smoked pack of menthol cigarettes forgotten on the fairy lit balcony of the second story apartment. 

CLICK HERE FOR AESTHETIC BOARD.

PERSONALITY. 

Lola McCarthy is the pride and joy of her family, the youngest, the only girl, and growing up with two older brothers shaped her into the person she is. At first glance Lola has a childish demeanor, she’s all smiles and retro hairclips, skating around town with her pink heelys with little to no care in the world. But she’s an insanely passionate person, she puts her whole heart into everything she does, work, school, friendships, relationships, she never holds back. She’s kindhearted and sympathetic and can cry on the drop of a hat, but she doesn’t let herself get walked all over, there’s a temper underneath all the smiles and sing-song voice, and when she’s pushed hard enough she’ll snap, and she doesn’t hold back with the cruelty that’s embedded deep in her heart. Lola is an amazing friend, she goes up and above for everyone. In terms of romance she’s a little behind, she’s had a handful of boyfriends but one she ever let herself get close too, but since moving to Irving she’s been hoping to try and take a step in life, she no longer has her brothers overprotectiveness holding her back, and there’s no fear of her father’s not so empty threats towards the boys she brings home if he’s not a fan of them. Lola is a fun-loving spirit who finds the positivity in any situation, and will more than likely rip you a knew one if you push her far enough.

BACKGROUND.

Lola grew up in the southside of Boston with her family, her mother was always around, tending to her and her brothers with as much love that filled her heart, and her father worked at the local boxing gym. When she was young that’s all she knew her father as, the ex-famous boxer, at least famous in southie. He never lost a fight, never threw a game, and always supported his family, build his sons up in his footsteps to be miniature little fighters just like him. It wasn’t until much later in her life did she find out her father wasn’t just a boxer, that he had ties with the local gang in southie, a small criminal organization that got them enough heat to have the FBI coming to their door when she was around fourteen. 

Her father hid his transgressions well, he kept his family out of the business as much as possible, and he adored his little girl more than anything... though the things he did kept him distant, something she can remember easily, how he would be gone at odd hours, how he’d come home and look like a ghost. Her mother would usher her and her brothers away from him, telling her that daddy was tired, little did she know her father was full of guilt, remorse for the things he did just to provide for them. He didn’t feel guilt any longer though, after the FBI came, looking for her father, none of the family knew what had happened, what he’d been involved with, and soon their family name became a scandal on the television, and her father was being put in prison for running alongside the Siridean gang in South Boston. After that they lost everything, the bank foreclosed on the house, her mother had to move her and her brothers to a small shoebox apartment, and everything seemed to get more complicated. Lola tried to keep her head up though, she didn’t want to make things worse for her mother, who was grieving after the loss of their life and the absence of her a husband, a man she thought she knew.

As the years went on their lives began to pick up again, they all worked for what they needed, Lola kept her grades up, she kept her ambitions high, and before she knew it she was out on her own, ready to take on the world, ready to be whomever she wanted to be. Though her brothers hardly let her be on her own, and so rather than moving to New York City all on herself like she thought she could, her and her twin Adrian went to the local community college, and she fell into the routine of listening to her brother, her new father figure. It wasn’t until two years ago she finally broke from her routine, decided enough was enough, and wanted to see the world for what it was... though somehow she ended up in Irving, not New York.

Since coming to Irving Lola’s made a little life for herself, she goes to school part-time, works at Rockin’ & Rollin’ full-time, and is just doing about all she can to enjoy her life. She’s often seen at her place of business even when she’s not working, loving the environment and the party scene, but also can be found around the local parks, enjoying the fresh air and talking to the new faces.

TLDR.

Basically Lola is a sweet girl with daddy issues and a knack for cheering people up. She loves making friends and she loves flirting with them all, she’s always a good shoulder to cry on and she’s always up for a party. She’s shy when it comes to romantic escapades but always open to try, she’s just had a very controlled life. She’s up for any sort of plots, romantic, platonic, even some angry bitch who hates how smiley she is, so just shoot me a message for plots!

#irvingintro #about #gang tw #prison tw

[luckypalermo]

hello to all sexies and miscellaneous. im Tired so i will keep this short & sweet. lucky is an old character of mine that i wasn’t able to write as much as i hoped, so i’m excited to bring him to this lovely group! tw for parental neglect, mental illness, bullying, & toxic masculinity.

* TARON EGERTON, CIS MAN + HE/HIM  | you know LUCKY PALERMO, right? they’re 31, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, ALL HIS LIFE? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to ALL THESE THINGS THAT I’VE DONE BY THE KILLERS like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole ACCIDENTALLY BURNING FOOD WHILE COOKING, VEINS THAT LOOK LIKE THEY’RE ABOUT TO POP ANY TIME SOON FROM BADLY SUPPRESSED ANNOYANCE, DOZING OFF AT A PRESS CONFERENCE NEXT TO A HALF-FINISHED CUP OF COFFEE thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is JULY 4, so they’re a CANCER, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( thia, 20, gmt, she/her  ) * one of elijah palermo’s siblings!

so as u probs know from elijah’s backstory, the palermo parents were often absent.

this led to lucky trying to find his family elsewhere. he found a group of friends, and it was nice, but then the whole thing turned ugly. his friends did stuff and said things lucky isn’t proud to have tolerated (and sometimes participated in), mostly toxic masculinity like bullying each other for being “weak” and stuff like that. (nothing extremely criminal but! very wrong nonetheless)

anyway, after a while he realized it was all fucked up. lucky vowed to make himself a better man. his friends’ excuse was always “boys will be boys,” but he now knows that’s no excuse.

as he grew into his late teens, signs of bpd (borderline personality disorder) began to manifest due to a combination of trauma and genetics. bpd is known as a “female” mental disorder bc like. people don’t think much at all of a man who is constantly angry (especially a straight yt dude like lucky), so it doesn’t register as unusual at all. but lucky knew that his anger wasn’t normal, and he himself was suffering bc of it. being angry and feeling overly intense emotions all the time were not fun or easy experiences for him, and he wanted to heal. his emotional dysregulation was draining him.

he aggressively pursued a proper evaluation. he was officially diagnosed with bpd in his early 20s.

the stigma wasn’t easy to deal with. to this day, he fears that he’ll hurt others, like his whole existence is just him being a ticking time bomb ready to destroy everybody around him.

he’s not a bad person. he’s a really good guy who has lots of trauma and emotional problems, that’s it. also, he is overall what society would consider traditionally masculine, but he doesn't force himself to conform to every single standard of masculinity. he knows that everybody has traits that could be considered either masculine or feminine, so he's simply being himself now, yk? it's non-toxic masculinity. he does happen to be masculine and gender-conforming overall, but he embraces all sides of himself and hopes he can inspire other young men to follow his lead and get in touch with their emotions and sensitivity as well.

recently, he’s been overzealous with Doing Good In The World, so he somehow... found himself elected as town mayor. wild.

i’m still figuring out what he did before becoming mayor, but probably something to do with social work!

lucky has kids, both super young (bc he isn't really old himself yk?), twins. i may send a wc for the mother of his kids (as well as his friends from childhood).

so umm YEAH please do plot with us! :D

#irvingintro #smoking tw

[xiaolindude]

———  BASICS! ♡

NAME! ♡    charlie

PRONOUNS! ♡     she/her

ZODIAC SIGN! ♡     capricorn

TAKEN OR SINGLE! ♡     single + Terrified of Commitment~

———  THREE  FACTS! ♡

1! ♡     i’ve been trained to safely restrain venomous snakes, snapping turtles and crocodiles and it’s rad af tbh. of course, there’s a lot of other animals i know how to safely handle and restrain, but those are the funky dangerous ones. i’ve also trained camels, tigers, rhinos, wild dogs, emus, lemurs and more. and the only animal i’ve ever been somewhat scared of was a particularly angry chicken lmao (i have an irrational lack of fear [though not a lack of respect] towards every single animal and it’s dangerous, i don’t recommend this mindset). 

2! ♡      i am absolutely obsessed with musicals. i love them soooo much! i have a playlist on spotify full of my fave musical theatre songs and it is currently over two days long and growing every week

3! ♡     i love to travel! country-wise, outside of the uk, i’ve been to the usa, france, greece, australia, singapore, costa rica, finland, italy, cyprus and turkey so far. hoping to get to more places soon, but obviously that’s not happening right now. there’s a small town in turkey where i’ve made such good friends with the locals that i can walk through the town and get waved at/greeted by soooo many different people i know, and one of the restaurants has a picture of my late mum framed on the wall, it’s really lovely. i miss them! 

———  EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED! ♡    for rp? only tumblr currently. i used to use a couple other small sites before i discovered tumblr rp but i haven’t used them for like 8 or 9 years now. 

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE! ♡

GENDER! ♡    male, for some reason? who even knows why. i’d say at least 90% (maybe more) of the muses i’ve ever had have been male. i just find them so much easier

LEAST FAVOURITE FACE(S)! ♡    idk??? i’m not a huge fan of people that i think are really overused but i don’t tend to hold that against a mun (or the character/s). i guess the only faceclaims i don’t like are any faceclaim that is used to whitewash a character or any faceclaim that’s a person who had said they don’t want to be used in that way 

MULTI OR SINGLE! ♡    i will write with either! in terms of myself, i’ve tried both and i find single blogs much easier to manage than multis. i’d rather have several single muse blogs rather than a multimuse blog generally. but mad props to the people that can properly maintain a multi, that’s fuckin awesome

———  FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡    

FLUFF:    yesss (somewhat selectively)

ANGST:  yep! what with rai’s job, past, homelife, mindset etc etc, angst comes very easily and it’s really fun to explore. whether it’s hardcore angst or a little more hurt/comfort-y, either way~

SMUT:  sure, but selectively (only with writing partners i’m very comfortable with and only on my sideblog. and of course, not with underage partners or characters, which should absolutely go without saying)

PLOT / MEMES! ♡   i like both, and i feel like different circumstances call for different things! memes are great if you’re feeling low energy or for breaking the ice and stuff like that. i kinda suck at plotting tbh but if i gel well with another writer, it becomes much easier. i’ve had a few ships (romantic and platonic) where the majority of it was never actually rped, but was discussed in depth with a million headcanons in IMs sjdahdjhd

TAGGED BY: @seaprofound TAGGING: @runningracingdancingchasing​ / @shesdaylight​ / @stereotypcd​ / @cauterisen​ / @trapenthusiast​ / @littlebadger​ / @manaborn​ / anyone else who feels like it!

#moça • OOC. #long post // #[ happy early munday~ ] #[ i hope you all had a good holiday season btw!!!! whether you celebrate or not -- i hope it's been a good december c: ]

[dawninlatin]

Queen of Peace, chapter 9

A Manorian High School AU

Words: 2780

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Summary: Manon Blackbeak is flawless, untouchable. From the outside at least. Her grandmother pushes her to achieve greatness, and she doesn’t let anyone get too close in fear of being hurt. How can anyone love her when not even her parents could?

Dorian Havilliard has always felt safe and confident around his friends. He might not have the greatest of families, but with Aelin and Chaol by his side, nothing can go wrong. That is until he tries keeping his greatest secret from them.

What will happen when Dorian and Manon gets to know one another? Can two lost souls find their way back together?

Sometimes I wish for falling

Wish for the release

Wish for falling through the air

To give me some relief

-Florence + The Machine, Falling

«So what did you do yesterday? Since you’re doing your homework last minute.» Dorian looked up from his math homework to find Manon taking him in with an amused expression.

They were sitting in the busy coffee shop a few blocks from school, spending their shared free period eating lunch together. Or, Manon was eating lunch while Dorian tried his very best to finish the homework he’d forgotten to do last night.

A few weeks had passed since the two of them had agreed to be friends, and almost immediately they’d fallen into a rhythm. They got coffee after school, they hung out during free periods, they met up at the library to do homework together. Manon still claimed she only did this so Dorian would stop bugging her, but she’d been the one suggesting they go out for lunch today.

«Erhm-,» Dorian begun, debating whether the truth would make her laugh or make him lose his last shred of dignity or both, even. Fuck it, he decided and confidently stated, «I was up watching Riverdale.» If you’re losing your dignity, better do it with swagger.

It took Manon a while to actually register what he’d said, but when she did, she set down her coffee and let out a snort. A snort that quickly turned into her lilting cackle. One thing Dorian had learned over these past few weeks was that nothing made her laugh harder than his suffering, and to be honest, Dorian didn’t mind. Not at all. She was adorable when she laughed.

«You didn’t mean that? Right?» Manon asked, suddenly all serious. «Please tell me you’re joking.» Dorian shot her a confused look.

«That show is literal trash,» she kept going once she realized Dorian had in fact not been kidding. «Sorry I changed my mind we’re not friends anymore, sorry, bye.» Manon even went as far as to start gathering up her things, but the barely-there smile playing on her lips told Dorian she was very much enjoying this.

«You just have to give it a try, it’s not that bad,» Dorian said, Manon sitting back down across from him. As he noticed a faint blush spreading on her cheeks, something in his head clicked into place. «You’ve watched it, haven’t you?»

Rolling her eyes, Manon answered, «Yes, but it was years ago. I watched a few episodes with Asterin.» Upon seeing Dorian’s smug expression, she quickly added, «Unwillingly.»

If it had been years ago…This time, Dorian was the one to break out into uncontrollable laughter. Oh my god, he thought, clutching his stomach. «You thought the first season was bad??» he managed to choke out. Manon only looked at him with a dumbfounded expression, having no idea what was so funny.

«I would give anything to see you watch season three and four. That’s when it really gets ridiculous,» Dorian explained, his laughter finally dying down. Manon chuckled and shook her head, returning to her half-full cup of coffee.

She stared out the window, and Dorian allowed himself to take her in, if only for a moment. There had been more and more of these moments over the past few weeks. Moments where she was looking a different way, moments where Dorian couldn’t stop his eyes from landing on her, moments where he found it impossible to look away. Dorian hadn’t let himself think about what it meant. Manon had been very clear from the beginning that they were only friends, and they would never be more than that.

Manon was like the sun, Dorian had decided. You knew you shouldn’t stare at it, but that was the exact reason why you did, why it was so hard to look away.

«Okay, but apart from Riverdale, have you watched anything good? I don’t watch much TV, but…» She never finished the sentence, seemingly lost in her own mind. Manon did that sometimes, trailing off to gods knew where. Dorian was certain it was a beautiful place.

Taking some time to think, Dorian tried to come up with a good show, sorting through the catalogue in his mind for something it was likely she had watched. Suddenly he thought of how she had loved reading a fantasy series, how eager she got whenever they discussed history or mythology. Hesitantly, he suggested, «Game of Thrones?» Manon’s eyes lit up.

«Yes!» She put down her empty cup. «Oh that was so good-»

«-apart from the final season,» Dorian finished.

A sigh. «Jon Snow deserved better.»

«I know. His storyline was a tragedy.»

Manon bit her lip, sinking further into her chair. «You know, I only started watching it because I thought he was hot.» She blushed, and Dorian couldn’t help but chuckle. «I stayed for the plot though. I swear!»

Same, Dorian nearly blurted out, before a voice in his head reminded him, Manon doesn’t know you’re bi. He wasn’t going to think about this now, so he shook his head and forced his signature smirk to appear, ignoring the sinking feeling in his gut.

«I still can’t get over the fact that you drink chocolate Frappuccinos with extra cream.» Smooth, Dorian, it definitely does not seem like you’re avoiding the subject of your shared fictional crush.

«Why?» she chuckled. «You expect me to order my coffee extra bitter so it matches my soul? While we’re at it, let me just gather up my things and head home to my cottage in the woods where I fly around on broomsticks and brew weird shit in cauldrons. My black cat must be tired of waiting.»

They were both laughing now, Manon’s dark, wicked sense of humor still taking him by surprise. «For real though, what do you do when you’re not at school or at dance practice?»

«Uhm,» Manon looked down at her shoes, suddenly uncomfortable. They hardly talked about serious stuff, private stuff. Dorian was ready to change the subject once more, but then she spoke: «I listen to music a lot, I guess.» A shrug.

«Anything good?»

«Doubt it, you seem like the type to listen to mainstream shit.»

«Please. And I bet your music isn’t as special as you think.»

«I bet you don’t know half of the stuff I listen to.»

«Why don’t you give me some examples?»

«Why don’t I send you a playlist when I get home?»

«Can’t wait,» Dorian smiled.

-

Gods, how difficult could it be to make a playlist?

Manon had been sitting with her laptop for an hour now, scrolling through her endless Spotify library to find the perfect songs. Nothing too mainstream, nothing too personal, nothing too impersonal. This was one hell of a challenge, she decided.

After narrowing it down to twenty songs she loved, after finding the perfect balance between upbeat and slow, between sad and happy, after meticulously arranging the order, making it not only a playlist, but a musical experience, Manon decided this would have to do.

Why do you care so much? She didn’t dare answer the question, too afraid of what the answer might mean. This was just her sending a friend a casual playlist.

Except it wasn’t. Nothing about her music was casual. It meant everything to her. Manon listened to music when she was happy, when she was sad, angry, whenever she felt lost and needed to be pointed back in the right direction. She listened to music when she was dancing, dreaming, disappearing. If one listened closely, her music revealed all her secrets, all her feelings, and for Manon, who was used to keeping it hidden away, locked in a box deep inside herself, sharing that with someone was terrifying.

But what terrified her the most right now, was that she actually wanted to share her music with Dorian. Being with him always left her feeling light and happy, she had started craving that feeling like a drug. And today…today when he had made her laugh so hard she’d had to set down her half-empty cup so as to not drop it, for a moment, Manon had imagined what it would be like to just lean in and kiss him. It would have been so easy, would have felt so good.

She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about that moment, about what it meant. Was she falling for him? Was she actually that stupid?

The only solution, really, was to stop hanging out with him, to ignore her feelings until they went away. So why haven’t you done it yet? Why do you keep going back?

Besides, even if she wanted to be more than friends, there was no way he felt the same way. Sure, he kept joking about how their meet-ups were dates, but that’s all it was, a joke. Being in a relationship with Dorian also meant letting him see who she was up-close, and as soon as he saw the broken, messed up truth, he surely would want nothing to do with her. Better to spare herself the heartbreak.

Ugh, feelings.

Manon decided it was too late to brood over such complex questions. Instead, she typed a quick message to Dorian, linked the playlist and hit send before she could change her mind.

Manon: Here’s the playlist. It’s best enjoyed if you listen to it in the right order. 22:03

And just like that it was done. Manon waited a few minutes for a reply and when none came, she quietly said to herself, «Girl, get your shit together.»

She stood up, stretched, and stepped out of her room to turn of all the lights, ready to just go to sleep. Asterin still hadn’t come home, but it was late, so she probably wouldn’t show up at all. What a surprise, Manon thought to herself.

When she reached the living room, she spied Abraxos staring at her from one of the couches. Manon turned of the lights and the creature immediately leapt to where she was standing in the hallway. «What kind of cat is afraid of the dark?» Manon asked her companion, sighing at his antics. Abraxos only stared up at her as if she was the stupid one.

It was true that the cat was afraid of the dark. Ever since he was a kitten, Abraxos simply refused to be alone in a room if the lights were off. Manon found it equally confusing and adorable.

She walked back to her bedroom, Abraxos trailing her like a shadow the entire time. Laying back down on the bed, Manon picked up her phone to see if Dorian had texted back yet. She couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed when there was no new messages.

«Calm down, it’s not as if he’s looking at his phone at all hours, just waiting for you to text him, you creep,» she said to herself.

Instead of waiting, she opened Spotify, plugged in her earphones, and pressed play on the list she’d just sent Dorian, contempt to shut out the world for a little while.

-

That afternoon, when he’d gotten home from school, Dorian had waited, and waited, and waited, for a text from Manon, including a certain playlist she had promised him. He’d stared at his phone for hours, like some creep, hoping her name would pop up.

Around 10pm he’d given up and opted for spending some electronics-free quality time with his family. His mom’s suggestion, not his. Dorian had lasted about 20 minutes, before he once again fled to his room.

Leaving his phone alone had worked it’s magic though, because when he reunited with it, there was a text from Manon waiting to be opened. He was so eager he typed the wrong passcode. Twice.

Manon: Here’s the playlist. It’s best enjoyed if you listen to it in the right order. 22:03

The text was written in typical Manon-style. No spelling errors, perfect language, no emojis, only periods. What kind of teen only used periods when they texted? Manon never seized to surprise him.

Dorian opened the link, finding a playlist full of songs and artists he’d never heard of before. Told you. He could almost hear Manon’s voice say it, a smug smile playing on her lips.

Plugging his earphones in, Dorian leaned back and pressed play. In the right order, obviously.

-

About an hour later, as the final song died out into nothing, Dorian let out a long exhale, giving himself a moment to just be.

He didn’t know what he was thinking, what he was feeling. It was all so personal, so full of emotion and passion. The complete opposite of what he would have expected from Manon.

Dorian knew this was important. He had been shown a vital part of her, a part he suspected she hadn’t shown anyone before.

Who are you?

It was a question he had asked himself over and over again over the past few weeks. Manon was a mystery, a puzzle, and all that music, all that insight, felt like the most important piece of them all.

Who are you?

Yet he wasn’t sure if this had given him answers, or more questions.

-

Manon listened through the entire playlist without being able to fall a sleep. She had too much on her mind, too many thoughts churning in her head.

Her phone buzzed from the nightstand, and Manon sat up abruptly, knocking over a stack of books as she fumbled around for her phone. They landed on the floor with a bang, waking Abraxos from his carefree slumber in the process. The cat jumped and glared at Manon, then turned his back towards her, settling down once more. Manon did the mature thing and stuck out her tongue at him.

She’d nearly forgotten about the phone in her hand, but glancing down at the screen, she saw Dorian’s name, her heartbeat quickening in response.

Dorian: Sorry for not replying til now but I heard through the entire thing and fine you were right I hadn’t heard any of it before and yes you do have fantastic taste in music pls send me more!!!!! 23:41

Manon chuckled at his enthusiasm, pleased at having been right. She was about to type a response when she heard the front door open, then the sound of someone trying to stay quiet as they made their way through the house. Asterin.

She expected her cousin to go straight to her own room, but instead, Asterin stopped in front of Manon’s door, slowly pushing it open. She must’ve thought Manon was asleep, because she jumped slightly when she found Manon sitting upright, taking her in with curiosity and annoyance.

«I’m s-sorry, I thought you were sleeping,» Asterin whispered, her voice cracking. The sound of shuffling feet. A sniffle. Was Asterin crying?

Asterin walked over to Manon’s bed, and Manon made room for her, sliding under the covers. Asterin soon joined her, and neither said a word, Asterin’s soft crying filling the room.

«Did something happen?» Manon asked at last, unable to handle her cousin’s crying for much longer.

«You can’t tell her,» Asterin sobbed, burying her head in the mountain of pillows.

«Can’t tell her what?» Manon knew Asterin meant their grandmother, the heavy feeling in her stomach told her so. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to hear the answer. It couldn’t be anything good. Had she and Hunter broken up? Had someone hurt her?

Asterin furiously shook her head. «You have to promise, Manon. She c-can’t find out!»

«I promise,» Manon sighed, clearly uncomfortable. She’d never been good at dealing with crying people.

Still, Manon let Asterin creep closer, let her bury her face in the space between Manon’s neck and shoulder. Putting her arms around her shaking, crying cousin, Manon asked once more, «What’s wrong, Asterin?»

Asterin went completely still, not saying anything. Manon waited, waited to the point where she was sure her cousin had fallen asleep.

As Manon closed her own eyes, Asterin whispered something that made Manon go rigid, the words so quiet you could barely make them out.

«I’m pregnant.»

«Shit,» was all Manon could answer. She tried her hardest not to think about what their grandmother would do if she found out, panic spreading throughout her body.

Asterin started sobbing once more, so Manon began stroking her back, telling her to breathe, telling her to calm down, pushing aside her own worry and fear, for now. «It’s going to be okay,» she whispered to Asterin, not believing her own words one bit.

A/N: Wow I haven't updated this in forever. Sorry....

But as an apology I do come bearing gifts. Not only is this chapter the longest yet, I also made a fic playlist if you wanna vibe<3 In the wise words of Manon Blackbeak, it is best enjoyed in the right order;)

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3LFklksVGgX4X8LxoYzbbK?si=oC-3zOZMTC-B5Nd4C3QAZg

Also while I'm at it, a couple disclaimers:

- I have earlier made a lot of references to Harry Potter, but I will no longer do so, as I am not comfortable with referencing the work of an author who do not respect trans people. I hope you all understand this.

- Yes I mock Riverdale in this chapter and if you feel offended know that I will never understand how someone can actually enjoy that show but I DO respect you:)

As always, thank you sooooo much to everyone who takes the time to read, give kudos, like, reblog, write comments etc. For real I love you<3<3

Peace&Love<3 -Dawninlatin

#dawninlatin QoP #tog #throne of glass #sarah j maas #manorian #manon x dorian #dorian x manon #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #manorian fanfiction #throne of glass fanfiction

[deathvsthemaiden]

20 random facts about yourself that may surprise people! Tagged by @sjouno (thank you!!🌌)

1. Do you make your bed? Almost never...🙈😣 my room is a constant mess

2. What’s your favorite number? Hmm. 5 is nice! The smallest landmark # therefore very dependable. 5️⃣

3. What’s your job? I work part time at a chain jewelry store 🏬

4. If you could, would you go back to school? I’m in college and you’d have to drag my corpse back to public school!! 💀 College is tolerable tho. Sometimes even fun

5. Can you parallel park? Strictly in theory hardly ever in practice 🚘

6. A job you had which would surprise people? I’ve only had one and it’s my current and I super love jewelry so? Probably not surprising 💍 Maybe the fact that I work arguably of my own volition is surprising to some? I could definitely see that and not blame them shcndndndz

7. Do you think aliens are real? I’m sure we have friends out there! Idk if I’m hyped to meet them but I’m sure some form of life exists somewhere. Kindddd of indifferent ngl. I hope for their sake’s they never meet us🌎

8. Can you drive a manual car? I assume yes? Idk the kinds of cars I just. Drive. Vroom vroom 🚗 I do take pains to control it. Which takes manual effort sncndndnndz

9. What’s your guilty pleasure? Specific books and songs! Also daydreaming excessively, tea and coffee in excess...I’m probably forgetting some things. Excess basically!! I love pushing limits. Usually. Depends on the limit. I’m sensible I promise 🙏🏽

10. Tattoos? I’m a Muslim so nope! I used to love those temp Lisa frank tats tho 💃🐯

11. Favorite color? This is so HARD! Red or purple. Or green. Pale pink is also lovely...🌹 I feel simultaneously there’s not enough colors we can see and too many.

12. Things people do that drive you crazy? I am easily driven to crazy 😔 Idk...when people take being angry as an excuse to overstep all bounds? When teachers give garbage prompts for things and expect more than garbage answers? When people are inconsiderate, when straight haired people pretend they know what a bad hair day is? (I’m softcore Kidding about that last one) Too much to listttt

13. Any phobias? Umm. I’m terrified of committing accidental manslaughter which is why driving was scary for so long. Is that a phobia though? I feel perfectly rational in fearing it. Don’t like multiple eyed spiders!! And when they have FUR?! I’m gone. No thank you. THE OCEAN is the love of my life and one of my biggest fears in general. Like everything in it??.....you’re gorgeous but stay away from me. 🌊 also im afraid of being the only person in the room when an old person unexpectedly dies how do I prove I didn’t do anything wrong and it was just their time how do I prove—?! Starting a house fire also that would be SO embarrassing 🔥

14. Favorite childhood sport? You’re funny. (I like swimming, ice skating, rollerblading and archery but I didn’t really do most of those as a kid. I’ve participated in each of those sports only recreationally and only get the opportunity sometimes) 🏹 🏊‍♀️ ⛸

15. Do you talk to yourself? Constantly and I’m afraid I’m too loud about it. Frantic muttering when panicked and making weird sounds when doing stuff like whoosh whoosh whoosh or chicka chicka chicka. Also I hum a lot and my friends do it to now bc of me ahxjdndndn. Maybe this is why I get along so well with babies. We speak the same language 🤯

16. What movie do you adore? Ooh a challenge! Lately I can only think of movies I hate (my top hated ones are Jane Eyre 2011 (terrible+lifeless adaptation!!), American Sniper (where to begin...) and the Duchess (WHERE do I BEGIN?!) if you were wondering) I love Blancanieves, Hindi Medium, Brother Bear, English Vinglish.....yes I am cheating🎥

17. Do you like puzzles? Sometimes. I like the idea of them more than exerting my brain shcjfnfnf! I do like convincing my family to buy 1000 piece puzzles and having them do most of it over the course of a few days! That’s always fun✨🧩

18. Favorite kind of music? Ugh what’s music. No I’m kidding. Sir Spotify says Pop, Desi, Indie and Rock are my most listened to genres. I’ll listen to anything upbeat with lyrics I can at least tolerate, and I can’t stand crying songs. I make an exception for Tamino and the occasional Adele song but that’s about it! ☝🏽

19. Tea or coffee? Both!! Multiple cups of both every day. 🍵+☕️=🤪

20. The first thing you remember you wanted to be when you grew up? F-fashion designer but ALSO!! I wanted to have Maleficent’s ability to turn into a dragon and breathe green fire specifically. That was so rad actually I STILL want that now that I think about it 🤔 🐉

Tagging: @pinkafropuffs @k-amui @obsessedwithallthingsbooks @abyssinah @makruh @jaqenhhgar @frightrider @cosmerelove @tacticalbolt @iwaizuml @bereadynbebrave @ayuumaku @unearthsea @barachiel @hotgirltohru @aochiro @palmtreeexpress and anyone else who wants to do it!

#tagged in #thank you this was fun!! #I just had a bunch of iced coffee I bet you cant tell

[maggotmouth]

      yo, it’s nora ( gmt, she/her) i’m back on my bullshit. sorry for dropping finn and cecily i jst.... wasn’t feelin very in their headspace. 

anyway bridget matusiak is a certified mess™ so have fun with that, she is an angry queer punk(?) maybe altho her identity …. i guess like everyone’s …. is very fluid…. she is very fickle and prone to change….. very impulsive and acts how she feels in the moment a lot i guess….. but also very grounded in her morals and ethics. film nerd. works at bowling alley. shakes hands. says “roger that”. yet somehow very cool™ and hip™. anyway like this or message me for plots. here’s a pinboard if u think those are groovy.

( nora. 23. gmt. she/her. ) it might be HER SOPHOMORE year but I still think BRIDGET MATUSIAK looks exactly like MARGARET QUALLEY and sometimes I think the FEMALE is actually them. Of course I’m wrong, as they're TWENTY and studying FILM while living in AUDAX here at Lockwood. The ARIES can be rather CANDID and GARRULOUS, but also kind of FICKLE and ERRATIC. Their most played song on Spotify was NOBODY REALLY CARES IF YOU DON’T GO TO THE PARTY by COURTNEY BARNETT, so I think that says a lot. 

bridget n her mum alice were more like sisters growing up, probably because of the closeness in age. alice should’ve known that you couldn’t have a thirteen-year-old-daughter at 27 without everyone knowing you’d been one of those girls who gave it away fast as a hot potato, and maybe bridget should have known that she’d inherit more than her mother’s wide eyes, that things had a way of circling back, that at fourteen she too would lose it on the floor of a swimming pool changing room, soggy back, poka-dot nylon pulled down to her ankles. 

her parents met in high school. her mother alice was a roman catholic -- uneducated in matters of safe sex, mother mary around her neck, bras hanging over wooden crucifixes -- and willing to give it to the first boy who seemed interested enough, gift-wrapped or not. 

i say they met in high school, bridget’s dad wasn’t actually in school, they met at the high school. he was the father to a girl down the road. alice knew nothing of the girl besides her name and the few encounters in the corridors facing a stoney stare that screamed homewrecker. it only happened once, but once was enough. soon the pitter patter of tiny feet sounded along the hall of the home for wayward women, alice’s parents having thrown her out as soon as they knew a child was growing in her womb.

gilly (referred to as junior) was born two years later, the son of a mechanic and handyman named gilbert “gilly” senior, who - while a slow-witted man -- was likable enough. alice, gilly bridget & junior lived in a colorado trailer park and whenever she wasn’t at school bridget would be in gilly’s workshop doin her homework surrounded by parts of exhausts.  was raised in a workshop basically.

like her mother, bridget fell pregnant barely out of her gingham print dresses, hair in two plaits down her back, teddies still lining her bed. unlike her mum, she was not box-shipped out to a home for fallen women but rather booked into a clinic, given a pill, just like taking your vitamins.

her mother flaked out when bridget was around fifteen and junior was twelve, leaving gil to adopt the two as legal guardian and raise them in the forge. she’s lived with gilly ever since. they’re not sure where their mother went. some say she rededicaed herself as a virgin and joined the convent in penance for her sins. some say she works in a las vegas strip club and sells pills to minors. 

a withdrawn child, bridget was selectively mute for 2 years (so girl has perseverance) n during that time her diary became her best friend. when she went mute she communicated exclusively through passive aggressive post it notes.

she’s a strident feminist, an activist for human rights and animal rights, a vocal vegetarian and an all-round soapbox sadie. catch her in the quad shouting about human rights through a megaphone.

aesthetic: cuffed jeans, thrifted or stolen. white converse, more grey tbh through years of wear. crop tops and plaid shirts tied round her waist. a long green trench coat with loads of badge pins for alt-rock bands and independent films. red denim jacket, also covered in badges n pins. smudged mascara. glitter smeared over cheekbones from the previous night. cigarette smoke shrouding you like a veil, the red string of a thong peaking out purposely from jeans, roller blades, cut knees, not eating your greens, smiling with a mouthful of blood, and piercing your own ears with a safety pin when your dad wouldn’t take you, kate moss posters lining the walls of a teenage bedroom, thumb holes poked through the cuffs of your sleeves, feet pounding the earth until your soles bleed crimson, sleeping in a cherry lip balm and scrunchies to keep the wild locks from your eyes.

an aspiring screenwriter. she has a very image-based view of memory and experience. always doing a screenplay or shooting film. her style has a lot of catholic iconography (think virgin suicides styler or baz luhrmann’s romeo + juliet if it was done on a super 8 camera) bcos catholicism is one of the few things she remembers about her mother. she’s never actually tried to find her mum / find out about her, jst…. occasionlly channels that energy into her work.

hypersexual and kinda manic-deppressive (though not diagnosed) probs bcos her upbringing was a bit unstable, she started life in a house that was literally designed to rehabilitate “fallen women” and she was a looked after child for a while when the adoption papers were still going through... struggles a lot with feeling unwanted, especially since her grandparesnts refuse to acknowledge her existence cos she was born outside of marriage..... so she craves feeling wanted,, like despite being a real women’s rights activist ad hating objectification, at the same time to bridge there’s nothing better than someone sizing you up with hunger in their eyes

she’s queer, but i guess she favours women, and is incredibly vocal in her support of the lgbt+ movement. often at ralleys. has done a face-sitting protest. really is that bitch

there’s a degree of anger for anger’s sake in bridget. she likes passionate, angry music – particularly garage rock, punk and riot grrrl. she loves the slits and skinny girl diet. viv albertine inspired her to take up bass guitar.

working two jobs to pay for uni currently !! works at the bowling alley polishing the shpes and fixing the bowling lanes, and also is a burger flipper at mcdonalds. a lot of her time is spent in the record store, plugged into a set of headphones, head-banging in the corner to a scratched record. music, for birdie, is a form of escapism. that and dropping acid in parking lots lmao.

massive film buff. is majoring in film at uni also spends a lot of time at the movie theatre n probably has like a season ticket. is one of those pretentious film nerds who’s like “what do u think of goddard’s work?” but also just really into shitty horror movies

she spends her evenings in downtown bars willing away her boredom, trying to find something that’ll jerk her out of apathetic lethargy. she toys with the idea of becoming a stripper — it certainly pays better than fixing bowling lanes — but she lacks the energy to dance for several hours a night. 

she loves b movies and slasher flicks. at parties, she’ll occasionally try to make a horror of her own, on a super 8 camera in someone’s basement, very paranormal activity, but she’ll inevitably get bored, or too drunk and give up, like she does with most things in her life. she lacks drive and motivation. she’s bright but there’s no hunger in her.

writes shitty poems on the back of napkins and quotes dead philosophers she’s never read. romanticises herself a lot. like will be standing there in a ripped t-shirt and her undies smoking a cig like “hmmm… i bet someone is falling in love with me right now”

is vegetarian for environmental reasons but snorts coke at parties ?? sis, it don’t add up

loves dirt. ate a worm once because someone dared her too. shamelessly disgusting.

she’s slightly obsessed with true crime, up late watching documentaries on the manson family murders.

she’s fickle and enigmatic. one moment she could be your best friend, the next, she’ll behave like a total stranger. bridget’s unpredictable because she’s still unsure of her own identity, frequently flitting between different characters, like snake skins, before she grows bored of being bubbly and eager and becomes spiteful again. her core personality traits are probably forthright, impulsive, restless, thrill-seeking, selfish, melancholic.

an awful person, really

feel free to im me if u wanna plot, here are some plot ideas i stole, or, like this post and i’ll hit u with a message!

#tw hypersexuality #lw:intro #tw drugs

[fatrainbowmermaidunicorn]

Can We Dance? (Hoseok x You ONESHOT)

A/N: My first Jung Hoseok fic! Im so sorry for being super late with this request but... HOW DO YOU KNOW THIS SONG IS UNDER MY MOST PLAYED PLAYSLIST IN SPOTIFY? hehe. this is another one of my attempt at fluff, I hope you enjoy this! 💜

MASTERLIST

I know I don't know you, But I'd like to skip the small talk and romance, girl. That's all I have to say so, baby, can we dance?

"So... still havent found your balls to talk to her I see?"

Hoseok lick his lips, tasting the bitter taste of the alcohol he just gulped down and turned his head to the source of the mocking voice he knows oh so well. Who else other than his emotionless best friend, Min Yoongi of course.

"Shut up. I have two perfectly working balls and I would gladly show it to you if you want," he glared at his friend who just chuckle.

"No thank you. Already seen it and ler me tell you, I am not impressed," he take a swig of his drink and turned his gaze on the dancefloor, where Hoseok has been looking at ever since he entered this club for the after party. "You know... you are bordering stalkerish creepy right now, staring at her for hours and at every other parties too?" Yoongi softly told him as he looks at the girl who took his friend's attention dancing happily with her friends. "You are Jung Hoseok. The talented rapper from Bangtan, and the fact that she attended most of our after parties meant she already probably knows who you are Hobi. It wouldnt hurr to just talk to her for real. Just use that balls you are so proud of and ask her out,"

"I didnt say I want to ask her out. I just want to ask her to dance with me," Hoseok mumble making Yoongi rolls his eyes.

"Isnt that the same thing in your dictionary?" Hoseok kept quiet. There's some truth in what Yoongi is saying. Yoongi knows him the best out from the rest of Bangtan, meaning he also knows that Hoseok has a very weird way of finding his next 'soulmate' as he put it. He has to feel some kind of a chemistry when he dances with her. Other man may asks a girl out to get to know her better, but Hoseok is confident he can feel if they are right for each other just by dancing with the girl or watching the girl dance.

And he has been watching Y/N dance for a countless of times.

And everytime she did, his heart beats faster and faster, it almost burst out from his chest.

And he is aching to just dance with her... and finally get to know her for real.

"Come on Hobi. Man up. What do you got to lose, right?" Yoongi patted his back and walked off to the rest of the boys, swirling his drink, hoping for once, his best friend would take his advice.

Everything Yoongi. I will loose everything if she rejects me.

Here we go again, another drink I'm caving in, And stupid words keep falling from my mouth.

Y/N has managed to catch his attention from the first moment he saw her entering the club for one of their after parties months ago. His eyes followed her throughout the night and after subtly asking around, he found out that she is some kind of a VIP, a daughter of some rich conglomorate. She is not a fan, they told him, she's only here because of her friends, which explain why he never seen her at any of his concerts or fanmeets, but always around at the clubs and parties. He admit that her beauty is what caught his eyes at first but the way she danced and looking like she is having the greatest time of her life is what hooked him in.

Finally trying to take Yoongi advice and determined to atleast get close to her tonight, Hoseok made sure he finishes a few more glasses of whatever alcohol he could get his hands on, feeling the liquid courage making his adrenaline pumping.  He looks around and see his hyungs and Namjoon are settled in a corner booth while the three maknaes are goofing around on the dance floor by themselves.

Ah, he wished he is as carefree as those three childish maknaes, and not sweating his palms off with just the thought of going up and talking to her. He straighten the crease on his shirt and swiped his hair back, after deeming himself presentable enough, he makes his way to the dancefloor where Y/N is.

As he stumble within the first few steps that he took, he soon realized that maybe he took too much liquid courage, more than his nervous self can handle and there's nothing he can do to stop himself now when he is already directly standing in front of her. He cant turn back. He would look like a fool! He can hear the squeals coming from her friends at his presence.

This is a Bangtan party and a member of Bangtan is standing in front of them, of course they would squeal, Hoseok thought. But not her.

Y/N stopped dancing and looked at him, her head cocked to the side, confused as to what he is doing just standing there in front of her in the middle of the crowded dance floor.

"Yes? Can I help you? Do you need anything?" Her soft voice sounds like and angel to him and as he smile to himself he realized something.

Shit. She's talking to me!

"Hi. Y...Y/N," was all he could managed to mumble out and Hoseok feels like slapping himself. He never even talk or make direct eye contact with the girl before and the first word he said to her is her name? Stalker much Hoseok?

He can see Y/N's eyes widen in confusion as the rest of her girl friends giggling, shoving her closer to him before they suddey dissappeared to the other side of the dance floor.  What supportive friendsn Hoseok remind himself to thank them if they ever got together one day.

"You look hot... and extremely sexy when you dance," What the fuck did I just say?

Instead of getting angry or looking appaled, or thinking that he is some creepy pervert, Y/N tried to hide her smile from the obviously intoxicated man in front of her.

"Urmm... thank you?"

"You dance really well. I wish you would grind with me someday," the words came out almost as a slur from him but his wide eyes that is looking straight at her makes Y/N know that he is indeed talking to her.

"Huh?"

"Dance! I mean dance!" Hoseok quickly correct his words. Shit, what did he drink just now? And how much did he drink? Stupid words that he never knew he could even say are tumbling non stop from his mouth. Y/N laughs, a sound that seems like music to his ears. Even more when he is in his intoxicated self. Hoseok wants nothing more than a meteor to hit right now, just so he could be taken out from this embarassing misery.

You know that I mean well, My hands were meant for somewhere else.

However, Hoseok takes her laughter as a sign to proceed and gets closer to her. He puts his arms around her waist and starts to sway their body slowly to the music, carefully looking at her, gauging for a reaction. Y/N just smile and placed her hands on his shoulder, deciding maybe she should give this drunk male a chance. He doesnt look like a pervert... more like a dork? An extremely cute dork.

"Are you sure you are capable to dance right now?" She laughs. Hoseok cant focus on anything else other than the close proximity of their faces. He studied every curve of her face, her nose, her lips, the way her eyelashes touch her cheeks when she closes her eyes... and her scent. God, its more intoxicating than the alcohol he has been consuming. Hoseok cant believe he is holding her right now. That she is actually smiling at him. Without realizing his hands starts to roam around her body, slowly carresiong her sides seductively and occasionally moving lower and lower, right againts her ass as he grinds himself on her.

"Urm..." Y/N moved her hand that is on his shoulders and grab his arms that is encircling her, all the while pushing him nack a little to stop him from continuing to grind on her.  "I dont think we are that close yet,"

Hoseok try to understand what Y/N is probably talking about, but with the mixture of alcohol in his body and the still unreal feeling of being this close to her, his mind is clouded and dizzy, not being able to digest anything that's really happening around him.

"What do you mean?"

"Urm..."

"Oh for fucks sake," Hoseok felt his hands that is encircling Y/N's waist, or more specific, carressing and roaming her entire body like some starving man gets pulled away by none other than Min Yoongi.

"Hey Yoongs! What are-"

"I'm sorry. He is not a good drunk. He  cant handle alcohol well. But you know he meant well right? He's a sweet guy when he's sober. Really," Yoongi cut him off and look straight at Y/N.

"Yes. Yes. Dont worry. He didnt do anything too bad. But I think you should bring him back now. He needs to rest," Y/N giggled before turning around and walk away to find her friends.

Yoongi dragged Hoseok across the floor to their private booth where the other members are already seated and laughing like crazy, fully witnessing what just happened.

"I was finally talking to Y/N Yoongs! As per your advice! Why did you drag me away?" He grumbled as he sat down, looking around bewildered, still not understanding why the others are laughing.

"I told you to talk to her. Oh I dont know, maybe properly ask her to dance or buy her a drink or something. Not grope and grind on her like some horny teenager who just hit puberty in a strip club!" Yoongi snarled.

"Huh?" Hoseok is throughly confused to what Yoongi is saying. Did he really do that?

"Hyung is so wasted he dont even know what he did!" Jimin was laughing like crazy, his hands slapping Taehyung's thigh who is seating besides him who is also laughing like crazy, holding his stomach.

"Why did you get so drunk for anyway?" Jin questioned as the realization hits Hoseok. He remembered that he only hold her waist... right? Did he do something more? To the point Yoongi has to come out and drag him away?

"Shit. I need another drink,"

Oh, oh, one more drink and I should go, Oh, oh, but maybe she might like me though. Oh, oh, I just can't think of what to say, Should I go, should I stay? Just can't let her slip away.

"I think you have had enough Hobi," Namjoon give a small warning, giving his friend a little pat in the back.its rare to see Hoseok gets drunk, especially during a party. And what just happened is exactly the reason why.

"Nope. Really need this one. Just one more and maybe I should just head back," he mumbled as the waitress placed a few fresh bottles and mixtures in a glass on their table.

"Are you sure hyung? She's still here," Jungkook points to the far end of the club where Y/N is sitting down in a corner table laughing with her friends. "She looks like she's having a hard time, doesnt seem angry or traumatized to me. Maybe she liked what you did just now," Jungkook winked at Hoseok while making a provocative grinding move, intending to copy what Hoseok did earlier, making Jin frowned.

"I really dont want to hear you talking about all the nasty things your hyungs do Kook. Im not ready for you to grow up," Seokjin grumbled and down his whole cup making the whole table laughs, except for Hoseok who is still eyeing Y/N's table.

"I dont know what to do. Should I go and try again? Or should I just go home and forgot this whole night ever happen? She seems to like me though. Doesnt she? What do you think? She was laughing and smiling the whole time I was talking to her right?" He rambled on, eyes drifting from one member to the other, asking for answers.

"Its really up to you Hobi. If you want to talk to her, she's right there. If you dont plan to, lets all just go. I'm hungry," Jin grumble, laying out the choices for him.

"I really want to talk to her again. To make sure she knows I'm not some drunk pervert," he lowered his gaze to his lap. "But I wont know what to say when I'm standing in front of her. I will just act stupid again,"

"That... I'm sure you will do," Yoongi agreed without hesitation. Hoseok glared at his friend who is definitely not helping his nerves right now.

"What should I do guys. Should I leave? Should I stay? Urghhh," Hoseok wailed out loudly as he continues to stare at Y/N. "I really dont want her to slipped away..." he added softly. The table turn quiet as they realized how serious Hoseok's feelings towards Y/N are. They all know he has been checking her out for month, but no one other than Yoongi knows how severe his feelings are for her. But there is nothing they can do for him, really.

"I really like her though..."

I talk a lot of shit when I'm drinking, baby, I'm known to go a little too fast. Don't mind all my friends, I know they're all crazy, But they're the only friends that I have.

After a few minutes of contemplating, Hoseok finally decides to just leave the club. He is never going to find the courage to ever face her again tonight anyway. And he definitely needs to sober up right now. No more stupid drunk mistakes.

Just like Jin had suggested, the boys asks their manager to stop at a restaurant as they are all starving. Partying was never really their scene anyway. They always prefer laughter with each other paired with bottomless good food at their comfort restaurants. Hoseok is finally sober enough now for coherent conversations and as they are busy stuffing their faces and laughing over Jin's lame jokes, Taehyung elbowed him in the ribs.

"Ouch. What the hell Tae?!"

"Look," he points towards the door and Hoseok's heart almost stop beating as he saw Y/N and few of her friends, lesser than the group she hangs out with in the club, entering.

"Oh fuck," Yoongi cursed under his breath as all seven boys looks at the door. "This is really fate Hobi,"

All seven of them duck their heads, and since they were seated at the back corner, its impossible for Y/N or her friends to see them once they sat down, which is a relieve for Hoseok still unsure about his next move.

"Shit. What should I do? Should I try again? Or should I just ignore her?" Hoseok is panicking and sweating, making the rest of the boys quietly smile and laughing at his disheveled state. He is always the mood maker, the happy one. Its weird to see him in constant panic and rambling to himself like this.

"I think you should talk to her. You are all sober now. She can finally see how much of asunshine you are this time," Namjoon suggested.

"But I dont know if I can do it sober though..."

"Of course you can hyung. Just think of it as... performing. As if you are dancing in front of millions of people!" Jimin smile at him, giving him the encouragement he needs. Jimin knows as much as he do how dancing is always able to calm him down. He smile at the younger boy and close his eyes, trying to calm himself.

"Okay. I'm going to do it. I'm going to wait until she finish eating and I'mq going to do it. I will find out once and for all if she likes me back or not," Hoseok finally state with utter determination.

"That's the Jung Hoseok we all know and love!" They shouted and whistle happily.

After about 30 minutes of the most nerve wrecking dinner he has ever had, he saw Y/N and her friends stood up and making their way out after paying and bowing to the cashier.

"Lets go guys. Lets get Hobi her girl!" Jin excitedly pump his fist as he stood up.

"Really hyung?" Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"Well, excuse me for being a supportive hyung!"

They start to bicker, throwing comments back and forth as they walked out, not realizing they are already outside of the restaurant, stsnding in the cold walkway where Y/N and her group is also there, eyes already looking at them because of the noise.

"Shut up guys!" Hoseok said through gritted teeth and motioned towards the group of girls who looks surprised in front of them. Who would have thought they would meet the whole of Bangtan in the middle of the empty walkway on this cold night.

"Hi... 1.2...We are Bangtan!" Namjoon suddenly said and Hoseok face palmed himself. He definitely feel like jumping into a black hole and dissappear when the three maknaes followed the leader, bowing at the cue, impulsively doing their official greeting.

"What the fuck are you doing Joon? Now she will think we are weird!" Hoseok hissed at his friend who is standing beside him.

"Im sorry. I panicked okay. We are all just standing here looking at one another not saying anything. I should at least greet them!" Namjoon defended himself, all the while both their eyes are on Y/N and a smile plastered on their faces.

"Yah! You could just say hello like a normal person!" Hoseok hissed back.

"Urm.. guys? We can actually hear you..." Y/N interrupted their conversation, smiling while her friends are giggling like there's no tomorrow. Hoseok shoved Namjoon away, taking a few steps foward toward her and smile.

"Urh hi,"

"Hi. Urm. You are the drunk guy," she points at him making him nodded shyly. "I dont know if I should introduced my self, I think you already know who I am but still, I'm Y/N," Y/N feels obligated to introduced herself since the boys had so nicely did their introduction to them earlier. "We dont have a group. Sorry, no fancy introductions from us. By the way, that was a nice way to introduce yourselves," she teased and waved behind Hoseok's shoulder, acknowleding the other members.

"Thank you," Hoseok nodded sheepishly before he close his eyes in embarassment to hear a chorus of "Hiii Y/N" and excited giggles behind him. He can also hear faint questions such as 'Are you going to be Hobi-hyunf's girlfriend?' which followed with a smack and a 'shut up'. He turned his head slowly to see his six brothers grinning and waving back like crazy to Y/N.

God, why are they doing this to him? Is embarassing a fellow brother in front of their crush a life mission for them?

"Please guys, shut up and behave!" He hissed between gritted teeth, hoping Y/N wont hear him but he guess she did since her laugh got louder.

"I'm sorry for theit... strange behaviour, " Hoseok bowed apologically. "They are not normal. Most of the time crazy and unwell, but I am proud to day that they are my friends. And-"

"And you love them," Y/N finishes for him with a smile. Hoseok smile softly at her, happy that she understands and being extremely okay with it. He can already see getting along well with his brothers in the future.

"Its okay. I understand. My friends are not normal either," she motioned to the group of girls behind her who is still giggling and teasing them as if they were not there. "But what can I say, they are the only friends that I got,"

"That's great then. We already have a similarity!" Hoseok tried to joke to ease the tension but the road fell quiet. His eyes flickered behind Y/N and noticed that her friends has slowly walked away, as their effort to leave them alone and he glanced over his shoulder, hoping his brothers would do the same.

But of course, being oblivious and shameless as they are, all six are still there, now sitting too comfortably on the sidewalk, with Taehyung and Jungkook obviously trying to listen it. Hoseok huffed and turned back to Y/N. It doesnt matter if his brothers gives him privacy or not, he's going to talk to Y/N properly tonight and no one is going to stop him.

"Listen... Im sorry for what happened earlier in the club. I didnt mean to do that. I was drunk," Hoseok finally managed to get the words out. He felt better seeing Y/N is still smiling and standing there, not showing any signs of running away like he expect her to. Could it be that she likes him too?

"Its okay. Its pretty obvious you were drunk. Do you feel better now?" She asks and touch his arm in a friendly manner, which only send tingles through his whole body. Hoseok cleared his throat and try to focus on the conversation.

"Yeah. I feel a lot better after eating. But what I did is not okay. I dont want you to think of me as a drunk pervert. I'm normal I swear," he raised his hand in a swearing motion. "Its just that... I start to do and say weird things when I start drinking. I am not a good drinker. And I'm really sorry," he smile at her. The same bright smile that Y/N usually see on TV or images that her friends will show her.

The smile that she dont know how or why, makes her heart beats faster in her chest.

I was nearly in, but then came the pushy friend, Killed the vibe and took my perfect ten away.

"Its okay. Really. I forgive you,"

"Thank you Y/N," Hoseok replied quietly and the walkway become silent again. After a few awkward moment of just staring at each other Y/N finally speaks up.

"Well, then... if that's all you have to say... then I better get going," she bowed and start to walk away.

"Wait!" Hoseok grab ber hand and immediately lets go when she turns and look at the arm that's holding her. "Sorry... but would you like to-"

"Y/N! Hurry up!" His words were cut of by her friends who suddenly showed up from the corner, looking cold and tired as they waited for her.

"A moment!" She shouted back. "You were saying?" She turned back to Hoseok, hoping and wishing the male would finish asking whatever it is that he wanted to ask.

"I was about to ask you-"

"Seriously Y/N. We need to go. Han Mi really need to find a restroom!" The friend who was shouting for her just a while ago came over and pulled her hand, giving her no choice but to forcefully go with them. She gives him an apologetic smile and bowed her head a little to Hoseok, leaving hin standing there speechless and dissapointed at what just happened.

"Damn, what a cockblocker!" Jungkook makes his way beside Hoseok who is still confused over how rapid things are happening tonight.

"Language Kook!" Jin snarled from the back.

"Sorry hyung," Jungkook scratched his neck sheepishly.

"But Kook's right though. What a cockblocker! Cant she sense the vibe that's happening here?" Yoongi chimed in. "Too bad Hobi. Maybe next time? At least you have successfully talked to her tonight," he patted Hoseok's shoulder, trying to comfort his sad friend.

"Yeah... maybe,"

"Okay kids. Lets go home," Jin ushered them all towards the van that is parked across the road. "Hobi? You coming?"

Hoseok turns towards his brothers who are huddled together in the cold, waiting for him. After a moment he smile.

"No hyung. All of you can go ahead,"

"Where are you going?"

"Im going to do it tonight. Im going to get my girl tonight," he hastily replied before running off into the direction Y/N was hauled into, leaving the six boys surprised but with smiles on their faces.

You know I need you, girl, My heart's not made for someone else. So save me here 'cause I can barely stand. Should I stay? Should I go? It just can lead back to her door.

"Y/N!" After about 15 minutes of non stop running he finally saw her, walking slowly... and alone. Y/N turned around, shocked to find a breathless and panting idol calling her name.

"What... what are you doing here? How did you find me?"

"Isnt it obvious? I ran here," he laughs between taking long deep breath. Y/N rolled her eyes but still smiling at him.

"Thats not what I meant. Why are you here?"

"Wait, where's your friends?" Hoseok looks around to find there is no one else in sight.

"We go separate ways from that corner. My house is that way," she motioned down the street.

"Do you usually walk home? Dont you know its dangerous to walk alone at night?" He frowned, worried for her safety. Its past midnight and the streets are empty. How is she walking alone?

"I know. But I dont usually walk. I send my driver off since I wanted to get some fresh air tonight. My house is not that far from here. Dont worry," she giggled as she finds it amusing how a stranger is worried for her.

"But really, why are you here?" She cocked her head to side as she looks at him, confused.

"Y/N..." Hoseok finally found the courage he needs after all these months of watching her and took her hand in his, rubbing small circle on her soft skin. He is going to do it. He is going to say it. "I think you already know...  but I want to make it clear to you tonight. I... I like you,"

Y/N's eyes widen at his confession. How? When? Why? How?

"But... we dont know each other. You... you dont know me. How can you like me?"

"I know this sounds weird. And I swear I'm not creepy," he laughs. "But I have been watching you since the first time you came into one of our after parties. And I was hooked," he looks straight into her eyes now, he himself surprised by his own confidence. "I saw the way you dance and from that moment I know I need to get to know you. I just know there's something about you Y/N, somethinf that attracts me to you badly. I know you probably wont believe me, and its way too early to say this when we just talk for the first time today, but I think my heart is made for you," his words came out so soft as he continues to stare into her puzzled eyes. "I'm not forcing you into anything. I understand all this sudden and surprising... but I just want to ask you to give me a chance to get to know you," Hoseok held his breath once he finishes, nervously waiting for her answer. It probably took her only a few moments but it feels like a million years to Hoseok.

"May I... Y/N? Get to know you?"

Hoseok felt her hand that he's holding suddenly gripping his back, making him look up from their entertwined hands to her smiling face, which is now nodding softly.

"Want to walk me home?"

I know I don't know you, But I'd like to skip the small talk and romance, girl. That's all I have to say so, baby, can we dance?

"This is me," Y/N stopped in front of a mansion, making Hoseok's mouth fell wide open. When people told him that she's a daughter from a wealthy family, he didnt think her family is this wealthy.

"Let me walk you inside," he motioned for her to go in as the automatic huge brass gate opens. Hoseok was amazed once more when he saw the magnificent water fountain near the front door. The lights decorating the fountain shoned lightly, making Hoseok's heart beats faster than it ever did the whole night as it illuminates Y/N's face softly.

Hoseok has been looking at her for months now, but to him, Y/N has never looked more beautiful than she is tonight, in this moment as she stands in front of the fountain smiling shyly at him who has gone quiet as he stares openly at her. Her long hair softly falling over shoulder, her long eyelashes that touches her cheeks when she closes her eyes, the way her eyes lit up when she smile, the sound of her laughter, everything about her is just ethreal.

Hoseok has no doubt that he has fallen in love hard with this girl in front of him. He dont need to get to know her to be sure of that fact. His heart already recognize her as his. And as he smile softly at her and she looks back at him, eyes wide and sparkling, both hearing the same music that's beating softly from their heart, Hoseok knows there is only one thing left for him to do.

"Y/N, may I have this dance?"

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[yourghastlycloseness]

since the diagnosis, ive been watching videos of people with bipolar talk about their lives with it. it actually feels like there’s finally a group of ppl who understand what it is to go up and down and up and down and UP AND DOWN AND UP UP UP UP UP AND DOOWWWWWNNNN in life lol

spending has been a very big problem for me lately. ive been spending a lot more than i earn. my savings account hasn’t moved since last august, i think. impulsive spending seems to be a problem a lot of bipolar individuals have

my problem is i cant tell if im in a depressive state or in a hypomanic (?) state right now. it feels like both at the same time. maybe neither. ? this morning i was all sad and shrunken up. spent money seeing doctors. spent more money on nice food. came home, cried. wanted to die. took a nap on the sofa. woke up, thought: what the fuck, if the world wants to hand me shit, i will take it. now im back to just wanting to punch through shit and check off items on my work to-do list as fast as possible and achieve the things i have in mind for the future and having a lot of love for people and my dog

idk. is this rly bipolar? wtf is this?

anyway here’s the video for future ref. always been skeptical af of this channel but well well well here we are. i relate more to the bipolar guy than the bipolar girl they interviewed, even though the guy is BD 1 and the girl is BD 2 (what i have)

k so the funniest thing was him talking about getting angry at a tiktok video lmao and ppl being like “it’s just a video” and him being all “no this video is the root of all evil”

it’s me everytime i hear shit lyrics in a song that comes on the radio or on someone’s spotify and i just won’t be able to stop ranting about it and suggesting lyrical substitutes because we shd not stand for shit lyrics, they can straight up ruin a whole song, im thinking blackpink’s lovesick girls “no doctor could help when im lovesick” wld be better to replace “lovesick” with “lost” or something that’s a single syllable and ava max’s “do you ever feel like an outcast? you don’t have to fit into the format“ do you get it? the word “format” RUINS the flow of the song because it’s such an ugly lazy half-rhyme with outcast; stress on the word format goes formAT whereas it’s OUTcast get it? to stress on different parts of the word sometimes spoils a rhyme and when you spoil a rhyme you can spoil a tune. anw when i say shit like this it tires the fuck out of people around me who are always like “it’s just a song” lmao

THIS GUY GETS IT