#look I will never be tired of mr brightside jokes

[bidisastersanji]

Someone please write a Mr. Brightside ZoSan fic please listen

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It started out with a kiss- they’ve been skirting around each other for so long and one day they finally snap, coming together for a hungry, desperate kiss in the galley after a particularly close battle, the adrenalin still pumping in their veins, the desperation overriding all their fears and all the thousands of reasons they’ve built up as to why this is bad, this is a bad idea but oh it feels so good, so right and they never want this to stop

How did it end up like this? As was to be expected the haze doesn’t last, the next day they’ve already fallen back into their normal routine of bickering and fighting, and it’s like nothing ever happened. Zoro surmises that it meant nothing to the cook after all. It’s all been one sided for so long, he shouldn’t even have been hanging on to that last sliver of hope at this point, how absolutely stupid of him to think Sanji would want him, it was only a kiss, it was only a kiss.

Now I’m falling asleep and she’s calling a cab while he’s having a smoke and she’s taking a drag Now they’re going to bed and my stomach is sick and it’s all in my head but she’s touching his chest now, he takes off her dress now - they’re at a party and Zoro has been drowning his sorrow in sake, but is snapped out of his sleepy drunkenness when he notices an inebriated, distractingly smoking Sanji and a young woman chatting in the corner, the woman obviously flirting with the perverted cook and his blood boils, he can’t tear his eyes away as they discreetly tuck themselves into a corner and she’s touching him, dragging him away by his hands to somewhere more private and he can’t stop his mind from imagining what they’re about to do- can practically hear the rustling of clothes as they’re being hastily removed, the little noises the cook would make, whines from the back of his throat, and his stomach feels sick, and it’s all in his head …

Let me go, I just can’t look, it’s killing me and taking control- Zoro’s anger has turned cold, he knows if he gripped just a little tighter his glass would shatter, and it’s taking so much effort not to let this take him over, to just be the demon that people think he is, and lose control. This was the last, bloody nail in the coffin he’s built around his heart and he doesn’t want to be here, doesn’t want to keep feeling this way, wants to purge himself of this weakness, this childish jealousy, of the twisted images of the cook and that woman swimming in his head

Destiny, open up my eager eyes - Zoro’s body is so tense, barely held together from sheer willpower and he’s thankful for the party’s boisterousness because he’s sure someone would’ve noticed the pulse of bloodlust he accidentally let slip earlier. Years of training kick in as he deepens his breathing, looking for other things to occupy his thoughts, distractions, something to lull him into a meditative state, anything to dissociate from the pain drowning his chest. That’s when he hears it.

“Zoro?”

He looks up, surprised he didn’t even notice someone walking up to him, and his eye meets blue. Breathtaking, beautiful blue, looking at him with all the concern and tenderness in the world. The tension melts off him like snow on a bright summer day. Traitorously he feels that eager, stupid sliver of hope bloom in his chest again. He never learns.

“Cook.” The word comes out rougher than he meant to. He clears his throat. “What are you doing here?”

His curly brow raises. “I’m celebrating,”

A beat.

“You’re not with that woman?” fuck. He can’t turn back now.

“-woman? Oh. Didn’t know you cared so much, silly marimo. What, you’re jealous or something?” Sanji jokes.

And Zoro is tired. So, so tired.

“Yeah. I am.”

#oopsie #zoro x sanji #my hand slipped #zosan fic #zosan #slight angst #sanji x zoro #zosan fic idea #one piece zosan #op zosan #when you’re so deep in zosan brain rot that you make every song about them #just imagine that then they just finally stop being idiots and confess their undying love to each other #and actually that woman was taking advantage of Sanji’s gentlemanly nature #and he saw and felt that zoro wasn’t ok #so he went to check up on him #and he also thought that because zoro didn’t say anything he didn’t care #they’re just idiots #idiots in love

[mikkaeus]

#misc #txt #look I will never be tired of mr brightside jokes

[officialleotolstoy]

Oh Dolokhov Brainrot We’re Really In It Now, aka Dolokhov playlist annotations!

A note on the cover photo: I don’t really like this one but I got tired of looking at men on Pinterest so I gave up. The window symbolizes the rum window and the smoking symbolizes uhhhhh habitual bad life choices idk

Drinking game take a shot every time I say “it’s about the vibes”

Wrecking Ball - Mother Mother

“I break it just because I can”

This is THEE ‘I am going to cause problems on purpose’ song and that is like his entire narrative purpose!! Argue with me about this one I dare you

The Good, The Bad, and the Dirty - Panic! At The Disco

“If you wanna start a fight you better throw the first punch, make it a good one”

Partially its just vibes, I won’t lie. But also the consistent spoiling for a fight is very in character

Shoot to Thrill - AC/DC

“I’m like evil, I get under your skin”

It’s got I Am Morally Repulsive But Also I’ll Steal Your Girl energy which really hits all of Dolokhov’s character traits. And of course the added bonus of gun imagery.

Mr. Brightside - The Killers

“It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this”

I added it strictly for vibes, but then I realized the quoted lyric is very much him @ the Kuragins if you take the reading that he refuses to admit he actually like them but grows genuinely fond of them over time even though he initially got to know them with a lot of ulterior motives.

Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen

“Mama, I just killed a man”

The amount of songs that are on these playlists just for what are essentially your mom jokes since Dolokhov loves his mom so much is a little pathetic. But I’m not wrong! I can’t really put it into words but something about this song has Dolokhov energy.

Feel It Still - Portugal the Man

“Give in to that easy living, goodbye to your hopes and dreams”

A good deal of what I find interesting about Dolokhov is the internal conflict he has of knowing he’s become rather wicked and problematic but also not really trying very hard to change and almost enjoying it so a lot of the songs on here are about that, including this one. The “I’m a rebel just for kicks now” also very much screams Causing Problems On Purpose.

The Bidding - Tally Hall

“I like to take advantage of the bourgeoisie”

His whole role in volume one and two is to take advantage of the bourgeoisie! This song also oozes confidence and a sense of superiority that comes from being better than the sellouts in high society, Dolokhov’s not like other girls uwu (he really is, but I don’t think he would admit that).

Say Amen (Saturday Night) - Panic! At The Disco

“I could be better but baby it’s Saturday night”

Embracing his own wickedness! The idea that he knows he could be better than he is but he doesn’t want to take that opportunity...yeah vibes

Wilson (Expensive Mistakes) - Fall Out Boy

“I became such a strange shape from trying to fit in”

This is the epitome of the “woe is me I need to be purified” phase he goes through when he’s into Sonya. Also “I’ll stop wearing black when they make a darker color” reminds me of Comet Dolokhov’s stupid eyeliner <3

Some Nights - fun.

“So what is this? I sold my soul for this?”

There’s a long stretch of this playlist that just boils down to “Woe is me I need to be purified” crisis hours, because Dolokhov’s oscillation between embracing his own cruelty and trying to be a good person is super interesting to me. This song captures the idea that he’s still having fun and there’s some good there, but he’s also aware that he’s losing himself a bit

Roaring 20s - Panic! At The Disco

“I don’t even know me”

“Woe is me i need to be purified” crisis AGAIN. This song gets more to the annoyance with society as a whole and feeling kind of lost in it

Send Them Off! - Bastille

“Help me exorcise my mind”

“Please purify me 16 year old girl! I’m 27 this isnt creepy at all ahahahha”. I do despise Sonyakhov but this has the vibes of a man feeling his own evil and wanting a woman to fix it. Not a great look.

Easy Days (Demo) - Bastille

“I don’t wanna fall back again, back into the easy days”

Near the end of the “woe is me I need to be purified” phase when he’s kind of drifting back to his old ways and he’s like wait no- wait- and then he does anyway because he’s horrible. I also really like the acknowledgment that his horribleness is easy and pleasant for him, and he has to fight against that (and he loses that fight HDJAJJD).

Undisclosed Desires - Muse

“You trick your lovers that you’re wicked and divine”

This is a Dolokhov/Nikolai song I do not take constructive criticism. Undisclosed desires...not being straight...lots to think about! It feels almost like a corruption arc? Nikolai isn’t corrupted nor does their...fling (?) last very long but Nikolai is obviously enamored with Dolokhov despite him being The Worst so I think this fits. I don’t have enough songs for a Nikolai/Dolokhov playlist so I just add those songs to both of their individual playlists

Thnks fr th Mmrs - Fall Out Boy

“Thanks for the memories even though they weren’t so great”

Also mostly a Nikolai/Dolokhov song. This man has never ended a relationship on good terms, huh. Also. Sighs heavily. “He tastes like you only sweeter” never fails to make me laugh when I think about it in the context of Dolokhov post-duel being like oh?? You’re just a stupid WOMAN Hélène your brother and/or Nikolai is hotter than you :/ which is not exactly what I think happened but it makes me laugh to consider. Dolokhov ur bitterrrrr

Dangerous - Royal Deluxe

“I’ll be the last man standing here, I’m not going anywhere”

I feel like this has the vibes of his cruelty, especially in that bit after the Kuragins have died when he and Petya infiltrate the French army.

Another One Bites The Dust - Queen

“There are plenty of ways you can hurt a man”

He will hurt you and kill you so violently :) It’s about the vibes.

White Wedding Pt. 1 - Billy Idol

“It’s a nice day to start again”

In the exact inverse to his “woe is me I need to be purified” phase, he’s like ok yes i will pick up bad habits again and enjoy them because frick you! I read once that this song is about a relapse into drugs, but I’m making it analogous to his relapse into Terrible Person Behavior after Sonya’s rejection. Also the repetition of the phrase little sister does something for my brain idk, after we know he loves his mom and sister it just fits.

Highway to Hell - AC/DC

“I’m on the highway to hell and I’m goin down”

Like White Wedding, it screams acceptance of his problematicness. He knows he’s cruel and evil and he revels in it. This is the phase we see him in most I think.

Back in Black - AC/DC

“It’s been too long, I’m glad to be back”

I think this plays every time he gets reinstated to an army position he lost by being reckless earlier. Just kidding sort of but listen to this song and tell me it doesn’t have Dolokhov vibes. If you do, you’re wrong <3

Poet - Bastille

“I have written you down now, you will live forever”

This is just here cause he ghostwrote Anatole’s love letters and I think it’s funny. It’s MY playlist and I get to choose the barely relevant Bastille songs

St. Jude - Florence + The Machine

“Maybe I’ve always been more comfortable in chaos”

This one’s more scattered lyrics than an overall vibe. “Each side is a loser so who cares who fired the gun” has duel energy also.

Hey Look Ma, I Made It - Panic! At The Disco

Confession: I hate this song. However, it’s about the about the MOM R U PROUD OF ME vibes (she is. Should she be? Probably not).

Rich Kids - Bea Miller

“It’s never enough for the stuck up types”

The not coming from wealth and having to almost scam your way into being part of the aristocratic scene is very Dolokhov. Also in my mind the rich kid he’s roasting is specifically Nikolai.

Money, Money, Money - ABBA

“It’s a rich man’s world”

I’m not SAYING the wealthy man they talk about is Anatole but - [i am shot]. Scheming and clawing your way up to wealth is Dolokhovcore.

This Is Gospel - Panic! At The Disco

I literally have no justification for this other than that i think modern AU Dolokhov would vibe with it. Look at the amount of eyeliner he wears in Comet and tell me he didn’t have an emo band phase. You can’t.

Trouble’s Coming - Royal Blood

This is not about the words at all, it’s more about the vibes. It just sounds Dolokhovish to me, don’t ask me to explain.

Sleep Alone - Two Door Cinema Club

“They’re just ghosts and they can’t hurt him if he can’t see them”

This gives me post-Kuragins’ death vibes, and I can’t pin down exactly why? I think it’s the idea of being very alone and closed off.

Golden Days - Panic! At The Disco

I can’t put a specific lyric to it but it’s the vibes of looking back on your hedonistic youths with nostalgia and rose-colored glasses. Post-Kuragins’ death vibes again.

Go Get Your Gun - The Dear Hunter

“One foot in the grave, the other one’s kickin’ its way right down to hell”

All we see of him after the Kuragins’ death is just him being particularly cruel and reckless, almost careless. This feels like it encapsulates that energy.

The Fallen - Franz Ferdinand

“They say you’re a troubled boy just because you like to destroy”

I’m aware that a good portion of this song is about a Christ figure but I’m going to respectfully ask you to ignore that bit and just focus on all the Sketchy Things the guy does instead. Thank you. He does in fact like to destroy things! Señor Cause Problems On Purpose back at it again at krispy kreme, huh.

#war and peace #fedya dolokhov #my post #w&p playlists #i counted i said the word vibes 13 times #so sorry

[artificialqueens]

GRAVITY (Branjie) - Lyonne-dlm & Saiphl

Grav·i·ty /ˈɡravədē/ The force that attracts a body toward the center of the earth, or toward any other physical body having mass. syn.: attraction, attracting force, downward force, pull, weight, heaviness “GRAVITY ATTRACTS OBJECTS TOWARD EACH OTHER.”

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So we are back, back, back again.

Now jumping into the Branjie train with the beginning of a slow burn collection of how Brock and Vanessa started dancing together and never stopped doing it.

We hope you enjoy the first part of the ride.

We want to thank MistressAQ for the beautiful work she did by editing and suggesting for this project.

Also, we wanted to share the song that inspired the idea of this fic. We tried to describe a bit how this happens, but we’re adding the reference so you can picture the whole routine together.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=emTePWNepkk

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GRAVITY

Juilliard was a mean environment, if anyone wasn’t able to reach perfection, then that was not the place one should be. They both knew that was their last chance. Neither of them really eager to work together.

Vanessa knew she was good, at least good enough to keep her scholarship. Her notes were an impressive parade of congratulations and high distinctions. Except for the one she feared the most, the class that gave her a reputation among fellow students as “the girl who burns dance partners.” With each year her options dwindled and now, in what must be a cruel joke of destiny, she was trapped in an incredibly complex piece with the only dance partner that she could happily throw down the stairs. Both the proverbial and physical ones.

Brock knew the teacher made him dance with her because he was good enough to mitigate the “Vanjie Effect,” but also to break him out of the comfort zone he and his twin sister built around them. He heard for years now the teachers saying “your technique is impeccable Brock, but I feel nothing when I see you dance with Lynn, you seem to be disconnected.” He was screwed, it was too late in the year to find a partner with the technical quality to match his. The only possible partner available, was the one he feared the most. The girl who was literally unable to dance with a partner.

They’ve been working together for the last month and a half. First learning to understand each other, and then, to put up a complex choreography to get the final note for their Pas de Deux class. Truth to be told, they weren’t bad together. They were actually amazing, as if they were born to do that exactly: dance together. What was the real burden, was they had a hell of an attitude issue to each other. Vanessa really enjoyed teasing him, and Brock was more than pleased to piss her off.

They were running one last rehearsal before the actual performance. They’ve been locked in a studio for the last three hours. Vanessa was tired and in need of anything that could raise her blood sugar. Brock, as every other day, was being an ass.

“Seriously Vanessa, I’m not going to fail this course because you can’t jump,” he said, turning to take the remote and stop the music.

“You know I can jump, but I need to have something to eat, otherwise I’ll faint,” she clapped back. Maybe if she had something to eat, she could be less cringy.

“You’re weak.” He said, looking at her reflection on the mirror.

“And you’re an asshole.” She slid gracefully to his side just to put her hand on his shoulder, knowing he wouldn’t like it.

“Let’s do it again, from the top… and you have to make that jump work.” Brock took Vanessa’s hand as if it was infected and tossed it away in disgust.

The music started again. Brock took his position laying on the floor and took a deep breath, counting in compasses. His long body in full display, the defined lines of each muscle showing with the motion. Vanessa exhaled, she hadn’t noticed she has been holding her breath. Vanessa took two graceful steps, bending to blow lightly on his back. His arms, in one fluid motion, are thrown in the air to find her. Their fingers intertwined in one hand, the other Brock had working as support to make her fly above his head.

Vanessa landed on the tip of her toes while he fell to her feet, as practiced. There was something incredibly sensual about that movement, something that made her feel powerful, invincible. He turned up looking for her, a sense of loss on his face. That is, until her hand brushed his bicep while passing by. Brock shivers… and doesn’t understand why. That girl is frustrating, loud, and impossible, but each time they dance, it’s like the world stopped around them, just to see them gravitate to each other.

They’re almost two minutes into the six minute routine when he has to lift her up again. Except this time Vanessa’s ankle doesn’t support her enough to jump and they both fall.

“Fuck! I told you, YOU-HAVE-TO-JUMP-VANESSA!” Brock says, giving his back to her, assessing with practiced ease the motions of his left arm, which held most of the impact of his fall. He gets back on his feet, oblivious to the girl still struggling on the floor, assessing the state of her ankle.

Vanessa bit her lower lip while doing tentative circles with the sore ankle, relieved at being able to move it, otherwise she’ll fail the class by default. A slight taste of blood floods her mouth, she’s been so tense that her body was tired and wasn’t responding as she needed. One last turn to the ankle, a contorted face and a strangled moan, the one that makes him turn to her.

“Are you ok?” Brock asked dryly, finally looking at her and leaning to check if she needed some help.

Vanessa tossed loose hair out of her face. “I am… let’s do this, at least one single time has to be right.” She stands by herself, barely suppressing the sting of pain pulsing on her foot. “One more time Mr. Brightside, then I’ll go get something to eat.” She said, drawing a couple more circles with the tip of her hurting foot and supporting her weight, assessing her possibilities.

“Ok, just jump this time right? I’ll do the rest.” He walked towards her and she seemed to realize how close they were, so she lightly slapped him away. She started walking to her spot. Brock stared at her, unable to keep himself from holding the stubborn girl again while she stumbled back to her starting position. “Do not force yourself Vanessa, we have to do this in front of the jury in few hours, I don’t need you making me fail.”

Vanessa hissed, half from the pain, and half resisting temptation to slap his face. She was nervous too, her scholarship and permanence at Juilliard depended on this performance, and of course, Brock Hytes wouldn’t make it easy for her. “Shut up and play the music… I’m fucking starving.” Brock shrugged turning to the stereo, muttering unintelligible things. He went back to lay on the floor, this time with eyes wide open in case his dance partner fell.

The music filled the tense silence between them, both easily engaging on the fantasy of the choreography. Electricity running down their bodies while the light brushing of their limbs. The steady support of his arms, the natural playfulness of her body, all of it melting in a perfect symphony of fluidity and sensuality. On that soft moment, when they looked into each other’s eyes, there it was, the weird connection that made them fit together like the pieces of a puzzle. Vanessa shivered and Brock stumbled, cursing under his breath. Unavoidably and still dancing, she gravitated to him, taking his time to recover the rhythm.

Brock lifted her up; she felt light as a feather. She was light as a feather. He started spinning, holding her steady by the waist, hungry for the sensation of her hands on his cheek. Longing to get lost on every trace of her chocolate eyes. Detailing all the little things he could see inside, the light green freckles in the iris, and how the white light reflected their color in sparkles of golden. Landing her once more, he regretted letting her go, and she suddenly felt cold without the shield of his lean body.

They kept dancing until the last part of the song came. The little move at the end when they both held hands just to lay them on her cheek. The intensity of the moment was unbearable. He knew he had to step away, to come apart from her, but his feet seemed to be glued to the floor. Vanessa looked at him, confused, still unwilling to be the first to lose his baby blue eyes from sight. He took a deep breath and not even thinking, he leaned and kissed her. It was gentle, soft and unexpected. It was tender but still full of desire and lust.

Vanessa snapped from the moment, breaking all contact, and slapping his face as hard as she could. “What the fuck are you doing you moron?!” She hit his chest with a tightly closed fist. “Do you think this is a joke? my whole life depends on this number and you decide to play the fool?!”

Brock stared at her, wounded and confused. “Now it’s my fault?”

“Yes, it is… you kissed me idiot, YOU FUCKING KISSED ME! this can’t happen on the performance!” She yelled to mask the fact she was about to cry.

“Then fuck you Banjie girl, for once in all your life someone finds you slightly interesting and you react like if you were punched in the gut.” He said, regretting almost immediately the sarcastic tone of his words.

“Well, fuck you then, and you better control yourself on the final performance. I twisted my ankle because you didn’t lift me, and will have to work double if you plan to screw my work.” She went to the stereo to recover her CD. “You better be on time for the performance, or I swear I’ll skin you alive.”

“As if you were good enough to make it up without me.” The bile rising through his throat with those words, he knew he was being unfair. He couldn’t help it. His face felt hot, and not just where she’d hit him. “Better you get that fucking ankle good for the performance, I won’t cover your ass if you stumble.”

“FUCK YOU HYTES!” And with those last words, he heard the door of the studio slam shut. Brock screamed in frustration before he picked his things up and left the place.

The performance was going to be a fucking circus.

Vanessa ran to the nearest place where she could be by herself for a bit. She locked herself in a stall of the dance studio’s empty bathroom. Agitated and confused, she tried to regain composure. Inhale… exhale… inhale… exhale. As her heartbeat diminished, she recalled the scene. The music, the choreo, the moment they got lost on each other. The tension always dense between them getting thicker which each movement. The deepness of his eyes capturing her whole attention and then, the kiss. A kiss she didn’t know she craved, but didn’t know what to do with once she got it.

Her ankle shooting in pain for the speed of her run on the hallway. “Fuck you Brock… fuck you”, she muttered, not knowing at all if her anger came from of him kissing her, or the fact that she wanted more. She wanted much more. Reflexively she put her hurting limb over her other knee, massaging and moving the ankle with a hiss.

Brock was a distraction, a huge one, and if he insisted to do things like that , he would become even more of a problem. She didn’t understand at all how to feel about him, about her thinking of him or about what to do with that damned kiss. Frustrated, she just punched the door of the stall with a very tight  fist. “Damn it!” she cursed when the pain reverberated through her whole arm, tears sliding down her cheek.

“Great… like, great now I’ll have to cope with this too…” she said, assessing now her hand and knuckles. Going to the mirrors and looking at her messed up self, she started the sink and cleaned her tear stained face “You need to get this together Vanessa.”                                

Brock was a whole other story, he couldn’t tell he was mad, he was just confused and kind of aroused. One thing he came to know, was that Vanessa made him nuts. Her loud unnerving self and the natural way she cursed, like it was a part of her; something that made him beyond curious. After the first week working with her, he realized that her biggest trouble was a clear inability to follow instructions. Brock grunted in frustration; he’d been paying more attention than intended in the last weeks, and finding himself aroused after her slapping him was truly fucked up.

He didn’t know what she was doing to him but damn that girl had an effect on him.

Before he could even notice, he had walked the distance between the school and Central Park. Obfuscated he adjusted his bag strap to his back and started jogging. Nothing cleared his mind better than doing some physical activity.  “First of all… she’s obnoxious” he said to himself between rhythmic breathings. “Obnoxious, loud and vulgar”, he added with a huff. Knowing by the word what would his sister, Lynn say, he could clearly hear her voice in his head, reminding him: “and you like it, so stop being a prick.” He sped up, shaking his head both to clear his mind, and to answer to his thought. ”You like her loud mouth” a soft smile spreaded on his lips. “Ok… supposing I like her loud mouth, that doesn’t help she curses like a sailor,” he said under his breath, now trotting to the lake.

“You have to admit it’s charming when she does it,” Lynn’s  voice said, he nodded in response. Reaching the shore of the lake, he sat by the water, finding a fallen branch to play with. “It’s charming, and she makes me feel like I can be me around her. I don’t have to worry about what I say or how to behave, she just let me be.”

That simple admission was comforting, he had never liked the way they have to be chivalrous around all the other girls. Vanessa was frantic and direct, and she never feared to speak her mind out loud. “Well dude, that’s a start, and you can’t deny she’s hot”, he laughed, truth to be told, Vanessa was good looking and the natural curves she had, accentuated by her years dancing made her such a sight for sore eyes. “Yeah, she is hot…” he said, inhaling deeply with images of her delicate frame dancing on his mind. “So… you wanted to kiss her.”

Brock lowered his face, which was turning beet red. “Yes… No… Fuck!” The voice in his head laughed again. ”You want her so bad It’s driving you crazy,” he grunted again, one thing was admitting to himself he liked the girl, and another totally different to say out loud he wanted her. His hands started buzzing with the memory of holding her tiny waist, “Guess I’m screwed” he sighed, clapping his hands together to mitigate the buzzing. “Why? she reciprocated the kiss”,  Lynn’s voice nagged. “All you have to do is ask, if you dare to, of course.”

He rolled his eyes, the sensation of Vanessa’s slap on his cheek still fresh. “If you don’t remember, she slapped me. There’s your answer.” The bitterness in his voice crystal clear, he had never been rejected by anyone, and Vanessa just made very clear that she didn’t want him. Those last words, making his head shut up. The beeping of his watch snapping him back to reality made him jump. Brock quickly stood up, leaving the pointy branch he had been playing with forgotten on the grass. He ran back to the school.

Vanessa was sitting on the bench outside the studio, swollen hand holding the CD, makeup freshly done, and an ankle brace holding her ill foot. She was a nervous mess, and the fact that they were supposed to perform in five minutes and Brock was nowhere to be seen getting her snappy.  Brock sprinted to her, his hair slightly damp from the shower. “I’m sorry I’m late, last minute complications.”

Vanessa looked at him, radiating anger. “Look who finally decided to show up… they’ve asked for you and I had to tell them you were on your way” she said dryly. “You better not fuck this up. If I get expelled because of you, I hope you had your last prayers.”

Brock huffed. “Listen Vanessa, could we please try to do this and leave whatever happened outside?” He pressed the bridge of his nose, trying his best to keep himself chill. She nodded in response, rising to her feet. “Just remember to jump and everything will be fine.”

Vanessa punched him in the shoulder, immediately hissing in pain. “Fuck you Brock… FUCK YOU!”

“Let’s just get this shit show going.” He bent to pick up the CD that fell from her hand. In that moment the door opened for someone to call the both of them inside. The teacher looked puzzled watching while they entered without even looking at each other.

Brock gave the music to the teacher and then joined Vanessa on the dance floor. He laid on the floor taking a deep breath, counting until the music started. In that moment, just like it had in rehearsal, everything faded around them, the music and the choreography flowing harmoniously between them, each motion precise and on point. The soft touches and the eye contact yelling all the apologies they couldn’t tell. When the moment came, Vanessa jumped effortlessly, trusting blindly on the firm grip of Brock in her hands.

He felt like he was high. High on adrenaline and the green apple scent radiating from Vanessa’s body. She felt like she could fly. For a moment, when he was holding her up above his body on the floor, she could picture memories of home, the place where she felt safe and sound. Gravity was non-existent for a second. One last jump, the one when he took her to spin around looking to each other’s eyes and he pictured himself looking at those eyes for the rest of his life. He put her back on the floor, intensely lost in her eyes, a sudden sadness taking over his when their intertwined hands laid them on her cheek. When he stepped away, an overwhelming longing spreaded through her, stretching her left arm to uselessly try to reach him and finally falling to the floor all curled over herself. She didn’t know why, but started crying. Then the music ended.

The teachers’ applause brought them back to the moment, when Brock approached to her stretching his hand to lift her up. He saw the tears in her eyes and made her turn to bring her close to him, giving some time to wipe the few tears that fell down her cheek. He pulled her close to his chest, making her melt on that single motion. Still embraced, they bowed, and then separated to listen to the notes of their teachers.

Most of the comments were praises and a couple of corrections on the execution. The Dean inviting them to keep dancing together, cause what they made on that piece was magic. Finally, they were dismissed and with no words, they went to their locker rooms.

Later, Vanessa was sitting in one of the hallways, waiting for Brock to appear. When he finally came, he was with a couple of friends, they were laughing. The moment he saw her sitting there, he dismissed his friends and bent down, “hey stranger.” His voice as soft as she had never heard him She mouthed a “Hi” that he responded with a smile and stretching his hand to  lift her up.

Once on her feet, she smiled at him “Thanks for not messing it up.”

“Hey! anytime” he said, playful and returning the smile.

Vanessa bit her lower lip, doubting for a second on what to say next. “I… shit-”

He laughed. “I know, but if we’re going to keep doing this, please, avoid slapping me.”

“Who said I want to keep dancing with you?” she asked, curious.

Brock rolled his eyes, still smiling. “Because you’re here and I want to do it. I want to dance with you Banjee Girl.”

“Alright, I won’t slap you if you promise something…” she said, lowering her voice

“What?” he asked, raising a brow.

Out of nowhere, she tiptoed and kissed him, this time soft and tenderly. “Promise you’ll keep doing this.” She whispered to his lips. As an answer to her request, he kissed her once more.

#rpdr fanfiction #gravity #dance school au #branjie #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #lyonne dlm #saiphl #m/f au #ballet au #dance au

[bettycooperthefirst]

If You’re Looking For a Sign

Betty is supposed to go on a blind date, but when he doesn't show, a stranger steps in in his place. (Ship: Bughead)

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Betty didn’t even want to go on the blind date that Veronica had been prepping her for all week. The dating world wasn’t worth it- she was sick and tired of kissing so many frogs and she was starting to think there was no prince. If she had to sit through another meal where some pretentious man took over the conversation to discuss his social climb up the work ladder or go off on a tangent about how he was a sensitive painter- if she had to suffer through another date where the grown adult sitting across from her treated her like a piece of meat- she might just walk out of the restaurant and never date again. It seemed like that was what the universe wanted. All signs were pointing to Betty never finding a good guy.

But Ronnie had been raving about this guy for weeks now, so Betty had sighed and put on a nice skirt, made her hair look presentable and applied some pink lipstick. She would give it one last shot and so help her god, if this one was a dud, she would probably lose her mind.

Walking up to the Italian restaurant where they were supposed to meet, she smiled at the hostess, trying to convince herself that it would be a good situation. Smiling releases endorphins to make you actually happy. I am happy right now.

She was a few minutes early and decided to sit down at a table and wait there. She had the guys number, so she sent him a quick message to let him know and took a look at the drink menu.

“Water?” A waiter appeared next to her and she nodded and thanked him as he poured her a glass. “Waiting on someone?”

Betty looked at her watch. 6:00 sharp. “He should be here any minute.” The waiter nodded in understanding. But he wasn’t there any minute. He wasn’t there 20 minutes later and he wasn’t responding to her texts, but Betty had ordered a lemonade and knew deep down, somewhere in the pit of her stomach, that if she paid for it and left, she’d walk out the door and emotionally close herself off. The last straw in a long line of crappy dates and crappy guys. She felt her chest tightening as she ran through her head the possible reasons he was late.

Stuck in traffic. It is a Friday night- traffic is busy, parking can be rough.

Maybe his car wouldn’t start- but then why didn’t he let her know? The excuses poured in as the clock ticked ahead.

A family emergency.

A personal emergency.

A veterinary emergency.

The couple one table over had eaten their meal and were starting to glance her way. Betty could see it in their eyes that they felt bad for her, this girl sitting alone in a nice restaurant, clearly waiting for someone, having glanced at the door so many times. A group of college aged girls were glancing her way too. Betty had graduated a year ago herself, but these girls looked younger. She saw one girl, all strawberry blonde curls and dark eye makeup, look at her and then talk to her friend and laugh. The girl she spoke to turned around, blatantly looking in Betty’s direction.

Betty could imagine the conversation. Don’t look now but there’s a girl over there who has clearly been stood up. Pathetic. No don’t look now, she’ll know we’re talking about her!

Betty felt a spiral coming on. Her fingers curled into her palm, the way they unconsciously did anytime her anxiety kicked in. She had decided that this date would work out if the universe wanted it to. Well obviously the universe wanted her to sit alone in Vivaldi’s on a Thursday night. Betty looked at the empty chair across from her.

If you’re looking for a sign this is it.

Betty started to look around for her waiter when someone suddenly dropped into the seat that had been empty moments before. He had dark, messy hair and smiled at her like he knew her.

“Sorry I’m late sweetheart. Got caught up in traffic and then couldn’t find parking. I hope I didn’t worry you.” He gave her a sincere look of apology, taking off his jacket and putting it over the back of the chair.

She blinked back at him in surprise. “Excuse me?”

The boy opened his eyes a little bit wider, looking at her like he needed her to understand something, as he continued. “Making you wait on me like that. So rude. Can you forgive me?”

Betty had seen pictures of the guy she was supposed to be meeting tonight. He had red hair, an all American type. This wasn’t him. So who was this boy across from her, still smiling at her, waiting for a response?

She only had a split second to process all of this make a decision.

“That’s okay.” She said carefully. “I forgive you.”

The boy across from her broke into a bigger smile and Betty felt the eyes of the girls from the other table fade off of her and find something else to talk about. The couple one table over ordered their dessert, seemingly moving on from their glances in Betty’s direction. She let out a small sigh of relief as her fingers stretched back out from her palm.

The boy continued to smile. “Saw you sitting here the last 20 minutes and got worried.”

“People were staring at me. Those girls at that back table were whispering.” She nodded to where the girls had just received their second round of drinks.

The boy- Jughead- nodded.

“I went to school with them. They feed off of drama like succubus. It’s nothing personal.” He gave her a small smile and she noticed that his eyes smiled too- a calming blue sky to contrast his dark forest of hair. “Still sucks though.” He added. “You don’t have to tell me why you’re here alone. Just wanted to relieve some of the pressure of it.”

For whatever reason, she decided to just tell him the truth. “I was stood up.”

“Really?” His face showed no indication of what he thought of this.

“I didn’t even want to come, but I did, and he didn’t even show. Another failed attempt to be a person in this world.” She didn’t know why she was saying this, she didn’t owe him any explanation and she definitely didn’t need to detail her overall life situation. But there was something about the way his eyes crinkled a little bit when he smiled, the stray curl of hair falling in front of his eyes, his easygoing smile, that made her feel comfortable with him, like he wasn’t going to judge her at all.

“Well it sounds to me like this guy blew it big time. How could be possibly stand up…” he trailed off, waiting for her to fill in the blank, and she realized that she hadn’t even introduced herself.

“Betty. Betty Cooper.”

“Jughead Jones, at your service.” The side of his mouth quirked up in a half smile and he nodded in joking deference. Cute. Her mind noted this against her better judgement.

“Well Jughead, thanks for stepping in, but you can get back to whatever it was you were doing before my pity party distracted you.”

He held up three fingers and ticked them down as he spoke.

“Three things. One: I didn’t come over here out of pity, I came over here because I’ve sat where you’re sitting. Empathy, not pity. Two: I wasn’t doing anything of any importance. Three: Aren’t you hungry?”

Betty had eaten a light lunch, knowing she’d be getting a nice dinner tonight. Her stomach had let out a few soft growls already.

“Yeah. I am.”

There was that smile again. Infectious. “Good thing we’re at a restaurant.”

Betty ran through her options in her mind. She could get up and go home, scrounge through her fridge to find something edible. Or she could stay here, with this person she knew nothing about, and eat dinner at the restaurant that had been the one thing she’d been looking forward to tonight.

“Yes. We are.”

Her waiter showed up at that moment and before Betty could say another word, Jughead was speaking again.

“A bottle of your finest wine, sir.” He announced with a dramatic flair that made Betty giggle.

The server just eyed Jughead suspiciously.

“Okay. Two glasses of your cheapest wine, please?” Jughead tried again.

The server nodded and turned to Betty. “Are you ready to order?”

She’d had twenty minutes to think about what she wanted to eat. She looked at the boy across from her, surprised at the twist the night had taken. Turning back to the server, she ordered her dinner.

“Okay. Fall Out Boy or Panic! At the Disco?” Jughead said 45 minutes later.

“In middle school, Fall Out Boy. 100%.” Betty had eaten all of her food and downed her glass of wine. She felt like she was in a different universe than she had been in and hour ago when she sat down. She and Jughead talked so easily- she’d never been so quickly comfortable with someone in her life. They’d somehow skipped the basics- job, education- and covered topics such as salad v. soup (Jughead argued that soup was the only option), an embarrassing date story of Jughead’s (“to even the playing field”) and a lengthy discussion of Brooklyn 99, before somehow landing on the topic of music they used to listen to between the ages of 12-16.

“Favorite Fall Out Boy song?” He asked this like it was the most serious matter he’d ever encountered.

“Sugar We’re Goin Down.”

Jughead nodded. “Acceptable.”

“And your favorite song in middle school was…?”

“Mr. Brightside. Still one of my favorites now.”

Betty raised her eyebrows. “Do you sit in your room and brood about girls who don’t like you while you listen to it?” She said this knowing full well that she loved the song herself.

Jughead groaned and put his hand over his chest.

“That hurt.”

Betty laughed, and glanced down at her phone. Veronica was calling her, for the second time in 10 minutes.

“I should answer this.”

“No worries.” He picked up the dessert menu. How does he still have room after the amount of food he just ate?

Betty walked over to entry way of the restaurant where it was a bit quieter and answered the call.

“V?”

Veronicas voice was laced with concern. “Betty, where are you?”

Betty sighed. “I’m at the restaurant. Your golden boy never showed.”

“What are you talking about? Which restaurant are you at?”

“Vivaldi’s.”

“Which Vivaldi’s?”

“The one on 2nd.” Betty said this carefully, afraid she already knew where this was going.

Veronica let out a loaded sigh.

“Archie went to the one on Brady St. He waited there for you for a full half hour.”

“I texted him.” Betty remembered. “He didn’t answer.”

Veronica rattled off Archie’s number, and Betty checked to find that she’d put it into her phone 1 digit off.

“I’m sorry Betty.” Veronica said. “I sent it to you wrong, and now you’ve sat at that restaurant alone for an hour. Archie went home but I can let him know about the mix up. Call him, I’m sure he’d still like to meet up with you.”

“Actually V,” Betty paused, looking back at the table to see Jughead looking over the dessert menu. “I had the best night I’ve had in a long time, even without a date.”

“Alone in a fancy restaurant?”

She watched as Jughead furrowed his brow, looking at the cake page. “With a really great guy who sat down with me when Archie didn’t show.”

As she finished her call with Veronica and made her way back to her chair, she realized that she might have gone on a fantastic date tonight after all. But did Jughead think of this as a date? Or was this just a new friendship to him?

As she sat down across from him, she wasn’t sure how to find out.

“Everything alright?”

“EVerything’s great.” She suddenly felt some nerves pooling back in her chest.

Jughead continued.

“So I’m thinking the tiramisu. What do you think?”

“I’d get tiramisu too.”

Jughead shook a stray curl of hair out of his face and smiled. “It’s the best isn’t it?”

The waiter that Betty had had all night approached their table with a look of irritation on his face. He gave Jughead a pointed look as he said “Can I interest you in dessert?”

“I’m going for some tiramisu, please.” Jughead said it cheerfully, ignoring the look on the other boys face.

“Are you alright?” Betty said cautiously. The waiters demeanor had been going downhill over the past hour and she wasn’t sure why.

“Oh I’m fine.” He plastered on a clearly false grin. “We’re just a little short staffed tonight. A guy went on break an hour ago never clocked back in.” He shot daggers at Jughead, who just smiled in return.

“That’s unfortunate.” Jughead said. “I’m sure he’ll make it up to you somehow.”

“Jughead.” The waiter sighed, as Betty put the pieces together. “C’mon man, I gave you your hour, but Toni’s gonna be back soon and when she finds you sitting out here instead of working she’s going to lose her mind.”

“Wait a minute.” Betty interrupted. “You work here?”

Jughead nodded.

“And you’re supposed to be working right now?”

“It’s fine, it’s a slow night.” Looking around the room, Betty could see that this was true. “And Sweet Pea here is my best friend in the world so I cut him a deal.”

Sweet Pea snorted. “A shitty deal.”

“Calm down. You’re serving us and one other table. Well worth my night’s pay.”

“I don’t get much pay if you don’t clock back in.” The waiter- Sweet Pea- shot back.

Betty was even more confused. “You gave up your nights pay so that you could come sit with me? What if I had told you to screw off?”

“I was really hoping you wouldn’t.”

“You know, he doesn’t do shit like this.” Sweet Pea said suddenly, turning to put his full attention on Betty.

“Sweet Pea-“ Jughead tried to cut in, but Sweet Pea put his hand in front of the other boys face and continued.

“He has never missed a shift, never shown up late, never played around. But you came in here and sat down and it was like an alarm went off in his head.” He mimicked an alarm sound. “Pretty girl pretty girl pretty girl.”

“Are you trying to embarrass me?” Jughead whisper shouted at his friend.

“Yes. I am.” Sweet Pea delivered the words directly to Jughead before turning back to Betty. “This guy has been moaning and groaning for weeks about how the world is crap and then you walk in and he tells me this is it. This is the last chance he’s taking and if the universe-“ Sweet Pea threw his hands in the air at this “he loves talking about the frickin universe- doesn’t want it, then it won’t let it happen. Apparently the universe wanted it, but I need to confirm that with you because our boss is going to be back any minute and this loser is about to lose his job if he doesn’t get back to work. So fuck the universe, do you like my lame ass friend?”

She looked at Jughead, the boy who she’d only known for an hour, who apparently thought about the same things she did, who made her laugh, who’s smile made her feel warm inside.

As she looked at him, that smile quirked up on one side of his mouth. If you’re looking for a sign, this is it.

“Yeah. I like him.”

The smile increased. “I like you too.” “Adorable.” Betty heard Sweet Pea say. “Now I will pay for your meal if you’ll just exchange numbers and make him come back to work.”

#bughead #bughead fic #bughead fanfiction #riverdale #riverdale fic #bughead au #betty cooper #jughead jones #my writing

[mouthlikemedicine]

The Story I’ve Never Written

Part 1/? Chapter 1 I’m not sure I could explain what it meant. And even if I did, I’m not so sure that I’d want to. As you’d expect, it started out like any other morning. I woke up to the sound of The Smiths, yawned, and cursed the inventor of the alarm clock. Who the hell would want to wake up at this ungodly hour? After rolling around for a few minutes, I found the nerve to get up. I plucked the light switch and I swear to God I was blinded. Wincing, I stumbled to the bathroom and turned on the sink. After showering and making a decent effort to look professionalI made my way to the kitchen and started making my breakfast. I shoved some bread into the toaster and started slicing some strawberries. Red juice ran down my fingers and wrist, a sight I was intensely familiar with. I sat there contemplating my day. James was snoring in the other room. I grabbed a pen and started to write a note to my roommate James. James, It’s currently 7:18. Good luck on your audition today and don’t forget we have dinner plans tonight at 6:30. Don’t forget its mail day and Mrs. Jagodzinski needs help fixing some pipes down the hall. I’ll see you tonight. Penley I grabbed my bag and jacket and made my way downstairs. It was pretty cold out, so I decided to grab a taxi instead of walking the seven blocks. *** I met James at the restaurant down on 43rd. James was my flatmate for the last couple of years. I first met him when we ran into each other at some crappy concert. We both ditched it with my friend Danny and ended up doing shots in Chinatown. He was an attractive young man who always enjoyed talking. He had this tired expression that told me everything. I stirred my martini straw. I stupidly asked. “How was the audition?” He snorted, shook his hand and made this unintelligent sound. “It was a bust. The director was some drunk. He was high when I got there.” I grinned. “Eh, you didn’t need that job anyway.” He snorted and started to drink. I noticed the aggressiveness of his nature and how he spilled a bit of his seltzer water after setting down his glass. Not too much to be noticable, but enough to wet the corner of his napkin. He shook his hand and looked up. “A letter came today,” he sighed. “One from Claire.” “What did it say?” I asked. Claire was the pretty girl down on 14th street who had taken a disturbing liking towards James. He wasn’t interested but she keep trying to get his attention by inviting him to lavish events or hosting small-town gatherings. He pulled an envelope from his coat pocket. It was a little crumpled, but that’s how most of his things were. He grabbed his knife and started to tear the letter open. A woman a few tables down gave me a concerned glare, but I just looked away. He threw the opened letter on the table in disgust and started eating his mashed potatoes. Ma Cherie, Feel free to stop by tonight around 7. I’m having a few friends from college stop by and my cousin Jean is in town. We’ll have food and drinks, of course. Hope you make it, Xoxo- Claire I read it and snorted. Claire, who although was quite charming, always pulled these types of stunt, requesting James’ dire presence anytime anyone stopped by. I took a bite from my sandwich. “You wanna go?” He looked up with his bloodshot eyes and said with a mouthful of peas, “Eh, why not? At least there’s free booze. Plus Jean’s hot” I cracked a smile. “That-a-boy James, always looking on the brightside.” I sat there contemplating the evening. There would be girls, music, booze of course. Looking out the window, I noticed a couple arguing by a broken down car. There was a neon sign advertising the restaurant we were in, but it kept buzzing. It was such an irritating sound, like the sound of the couples broken down car. My life was just as stranded as they were. Suddenly, James cracked a joke and I fell back into reality. Later that evening on our way towards Claire’s flat, we ran into a couple I knew when I was living in Rochester. We talked a few moments, James just sat by a telephone booth and rung up his mother, before departed. The couple gave me their number and asked me to call to arrange a dinner gather. I smiled, said I would, and shoved the paper in my back pocket. I awkwardly said goodbye and started walking upstreet. I had almost made it to the end of the block before I realized that I had left James in the telephone booth. We eventually caught up before we finished our trek to Claire’s. The couple with the previously broken down car drove past us blaring some sort of punk-rock music. A man named Mark met us at the door. He was this edgy, unkempt type of guy, the type you’d find in old bars. He had this filthy button up hawaiian shirt on, an unshaven neck and face, and two full glasses in his hands. He handed them to us, invited us in, and then proceeded to race towards the bathroom before slamming the door. I could smell someone smoking in a back room. The room was alive with fire. The sound of music was scorching every inch of the place. People were jammed all over, some in the kitchen, others by the balcony. I searched the room for Claire or Jean. James wandered off, a glass in hand and started talking to his friend Jason who used to be his co-worker at the gas station down on Maine Street. I ended up playing cards with these three blond frat boys. They just kept laughing and playing cards and talking about girls. I poured another round of booze for everyone. This one guy, Ryan, kept slamming his hands on the table and laughing, which made everyone else laugh, until we started jumping up and down singing along to the music in the background. Someone pulled out a guitar and played along. Claire and Jean and these other girls started dancing and James started to sing along really loudly. People were dancing and jumping and screaming and getting high. One of the frat boys ran his fingers through his blonde hair and started waltzing with Claire at one point.. It was quite a riot. A few hours later, I found myself talking with a girl named Renaie on the balcony, we were sitting on these fold-out chairs you would take to the beach. The music had died down and James was getting high the kitchen with Claire, Jean, and Mark. The frat boys had left with these girls and I could see them drunkenly file into their cars. Somehow, they had gotten their hands on some water guns and were shooting tequila at each other. I could hear them laughing. I waved as they drove off. Renaie was this short haired brunette with heels on. She wore a pretty smile and a pretty dress on that really highlighted her figure, and she knew it. Her tattoos flew like the smoke from my cigarette. It took all my efforts to pry my eyes away. She told me how she wanted to be an actress and end up on broadway. I was wrapped around her finger. She had these nice blue eyes, the kind of blue that didn’t want to make a big deal out of itself. I asked her if she could sing, and she said she did. I asked her to sing a song, and she did this wonderful rendition of “Call Me Irresponsible,” by Sinatra. I applauded her and she laughed and blushed. I followed her inside to the kitchen where she got another Tom Collins, and we started playing cards with James and the rest of them. Mark had gone by this time, leaving the five of us and a guy named Andy, who had this hair so long it went past his shoulders. James had a laugh about it. We sat on a circle on the floor and started to deal. Claire put on some softer music and the six of us talked about the most interesting things. James talked about his acting career and how it was going downhill. Andy bragged about his car to Jean. Claire, Renaie, and I talked about books and art and politics. Claire told us about her brother and how she wanted to go up to Rhode Island and visit him at a cottage her aunt owned. She told us how she used to love picking the most beautiful flowers up there. The type of flowers that reminded you that there was some good in the world. We ended up playing the most astounding game of poker in the world! Claire, James, Andy, and Renaie were terrible, but Jean had the cards. Her and I were going back and forth, back and forth until eventually, the pot was split, and Claire kicked us out. We took one last drink and said our goodbyes. James tried to kiss Jean goodbye, but only succeeded in getting kicked in the shin and a dirty look from Claire. “Goodbye love!” Renaie and I snickered. Jean snorted. Claire stuck out her tongue, laughed, and closed the door. The lot of us ended up sitting in this crummy bar. It was pretty lonely, except for a few couples and the guy singing some jazzy sounding songs up on the stage. But boy could he play piano. James and Andy started talking to the barkeep about cars while Renaie and I started talking about books. She told me how she worked for a library a few blocks away, and that she absolutely adored Oscar Wilde. We talked for the longest and ended up getting pretty drunk. Eventually, the music died down, and James helped us out. He somehow managed to sober up and pay the bill. It was around three-thirty in the morning and Andy offered us a ride, which we gladly accepted. He dropped us off outside of Renaie’s building. James and I walked her up to her apartment. She ended up writing her number on my arm and hugged me. She whispered in my ear to call, and walked inside her building. I said I would, waved, and watched her disappear.

#story i’ve never written #part 1 #story #novel #tale #writing #original work #original #fiction #book #read #reading #love #penley rodgers

[platonic-bellarke]

Do all of the number asks

Wow ok 1: Full nameSarah Abigail Large 2: Age163: 3 FearsDrowning, being considered an annoying friend, being ignored 4: 3 things I loveMusic Frank iero Art5: 4 turns onTattoos Dark hair (on guys on girls anything)Blue eyes Being able to listen to me rant and talk about things I love 6: 4 turns offRepublicans Homophobic people Ignoring me Hypocrisy 7: My best friendShe goes to my school 8: Sexual orientationBisexual9: My best first dateI have never dated anyone lmao10: How tall am I5’4 and a half11: What do I missMy Chemical Romance and my best friend in elementary school and middle school 12: What time was I bornI think around 12:35 in the afternoon 13: Favourite colorAnything blue tbh (pretty much cool colors)14: Do I have a crushYes, I actually have 2 lmao here’s this girl and my school and this guy at this other school 15: Favourite quote“Sometimes you have to kind of die inside in order to rise from your own ashes and believe in yourself and love yourself and become a better person” or “All your quirks, all your problems-even your depressions and your failures-it what makes you, you” both by Gerard Way (or just “keep running” from danger days) 16: Favourite placeMy bed with my dog and cat listening to music 17: Favourite foodI love banana and grapes 18: Do I use sarcasmOccasionally 19: What am I listening to right nowThe white album by Weezer (specially the song L.A. girlz)20: First thing I notice in new personEither hair and facial features or, if I talk to them, their personality 21: Shoe sizeLike 8-9 (in US women’s)22: Eye colorLike blue, green, grayish 23: Hair colorbrown with some natural blonde highlights 24: Favourite style of clothingI love flannels and black jeans and beanies and hoodies (idk just like that aesthetic)25: Ever done a prank call?Yep27: Meaning behind my URLThe joke of bellarke being platonic and “platonic bellarke” being an oxymoron 28: Favourite moviePretty much any marvel movie (mcu) especially winter soldier or Ragnarok 29: Favourite songFamous last words, mama, the ghost of you, bulletproof heart, literally any thing by My Chemical Romance A Rush of Blood to the Head and Clocks by Coldplay Knights of Cydonia by Muse Jesus of Suburbia by Green Day Say it ain’t so and My Name is Jonas by Weezer Ode to sleep by Twenty One Pilots (I couldn’t narrow it down to one sorry)30: Favourite bandMy Chemical Romance (coldplay and Muse and close seconds)31: How I feel right nowAnxious (over nothing) tired, a little sad32: Someone I loveFrank iero, my best friend, my family 33: My current relationship statusSingle (hmu)34: My relationship with my parentsReally good 35: Favourite holidayHALLOWEEN 36: Tattoos and piercing i haveNone :(37: Tattoos and piercing i wantI want my ears and nose pierced. I want a My Chemical Romance, Coldplay, and muse tattoo (and many more)38: The reason I joined TumblrI made my first account in 2013 because my friends had tumblr and I want to blog about bands and tv shows. I made this one in 2016 because I want my tv shows and movie posts to be separated from my band blog. My band blog is less active now and has less followers lmao39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?Don’t have an ex. Never dated anyone 40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?Nope :/41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?No42: When did I last hold hands?My sister will grab my hands randomly haha43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?For school like 10 minutes but like if I’m going out and actually care about my appearance like an hour to an hour and a half 44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?Nope45: Where am I right now?The bath46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?I have never drank (and tbh don’t plan on it) but probably my friends (?)47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?In my headphones: loud. In a public area: reasonable bc I don’t want to bother anyone 48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?Yep I’m only 1649: Am I excited for anything?YES I AM MEETING AND SEEING AWOLNATION, JUDAH AND THE LION, AND DAN AND PHIL 50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?nope. I have 0 guys friends bc I go to an all girls school 51: How often do I wear a fake smile?Lmao when ever I talk to someone who talks for too long or when I’m talking to teachers 52: When was the last time I hugged someone?Like 2 weeks ago not sure 53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?I never kissed anyone lmao54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?Haha yep55: What is something I disliked about today?My body 56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?Frank iero (or Gerard Way or Chris Martin) 57: What do I think about most?How much i hate my body and how much I miss my Chemical Romance 58: What’s my strangest talent?I don’t really have any talents (I can whistle really well) 59: Do I have any strange phobias?Ladybugs60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?Either (I want to become a film maker or an actor so)61: What was the last lie I told?Told my friend I was busy the other day when really I just wanted to be alone and watch Lucifer and runaways 62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online?Depends on the person but usually phone 63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?No for ghost yes for aliens 64: Do I believe in magic?Nope65: Do I believe in luck?Nope66: What’s the weather like right now?Super cold but I like lt (like 33 degrees and sunny) (0 degrees if your a Celsius person)67: What was the last book I’ve read?I am reading the umbrella academy comic by Gerard Way currently but for a book... I don’t really like to read books (for school I just read summary’s lmao) so the last full book I read was probably the hobbit in middle school (I love that book)68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?Yes 69: Do I have any nicknames?Abea, Dabby, anby70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?I got a cut on the top of the head when I was little and my dad had to stick it back 71: Do I spend money or save it?I try to save it but it usually doesn’t happen 72: Can I touch my nose with a tounge?No 73: Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me?Yes, a shampoo bottle 74: Favourite animal?CATS75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?Watching Stephen Colbert 76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?Either trump or Morningstar (I have been watching too much Lucifer Help)77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?Vampire money, famous last words by My Chemical Romance Mr. Brightside by the Killers 78: How can you win my heart?Liking the same music or shows and movies as me/Being able to listen to me rant about things I either love or hate 79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?Idk something meaningful not sure yet 80: What is my favorite word?Idk I like the word nonchalant81: My top 5 blogs on tumblrI refuse to narrow it down to 5 82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?Listen to conventional weapons by My Chemical Romance 83: Do I have any relatives in jail?Nope84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?Either teleportation/Shrink and grow at will/or change my appearance and look like whoever I want 85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?Why I am sad86: What is my current desktop picture?I have like 10 back grounds but my main ones are my meet and greet with 30STM, a pic of frank iero I took at his show, and a pic of Matt Bellamy I took at a muse show 87: Had sex?No but I would like to 88: Bought condoms?Nope89: Gotten pregnant?Nope and hopefully I never will90: Failed a class?Nope91: Kissed a boy?Nope, but I would like to 92: Kissed a girl?No, but I would like to93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?Nope94: Had job?Nope95: Left the house without my wallet?Yep96: Bullied someone on the internet?No97: Had sex in public?Nope98: Played on a sports team?Yep, I swam and played soccer when I was younger 99: Smoked weed?Nope but I would like to100: Did drugs?No101: Smoked cigarettes?No and I don’t want to102: Drank alcohol?Yes, my parents will let me try their drinks. I have never liked them 103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?I don’t eat any meat besides occasionally chicken 104: Been overweight?Yep105: Been underweight?Nope106: Been to a wedding?Yep107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?Yep108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?Yep 109: Been outside my home country?Yep110: Gotten my heart broken?Kinda, one of my friends told me some pretty awful shit that made me hate myself and convince my self I have no friends so I hate her now and we used to be very close but whatever 111: Been to a professional sports game?Yep112: Broken a bone?I broke my finger once113: Cut myself?No but I have tried 114: Been to prom?No but I will this year !115: Been in airplane?Yep (was actually on one yesterday haha)116: Fly by helicopter?Nope117: What concerts have I been to?Boi so many. I have been to over 15Including Fall Out Boy Three Times Panic! At the Disco 3 times Twenty one pilots 3 timesWeezer 3 times (a 4th this summer)PVRIS 3 timesMuse30 Seconds to Mars Coldplay Frank iero and the Patience Bastille twice Judah and the lionBlink-182Green DayMaroon 5 118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?Yep, I currently do119: Learned another language?Nope 120: Wore make up?Yes, I love makeup 121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?Nope, I’m only 16 though 122: Had oral sex?Nope123: Dyed my hair?Yep124: Voted in a presidential election?Nope125: Rode in an ambulance?Nope126: Had a surgery?I got my wisdom teeth removed does that count (?)127: Met someone famous?Yep, 30stm(Jared Leto), Tyler Joseph of twenty one pilots, panic! At the Disco, misha and Jared and Jensen from Supernatural, and Victoria justice 128: Stalked someone on a social network?Yep129: Peed outside?Yep130: Been fishing?Yes I hated it 131: Helped with charity?Yep 132: Been rejected by a crush?I have never asked anyone out 133: Broken a mirror?Nope 134: What do I want for birthday?Concert tickets, a s.o.135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names?I never want kids omfg 136: Was I named after anyone?I don’t think so 137: Do I like my handwriting?Hahah no 138: What was my favourite toy as a child?I loved Thomas the train shit139: Favourite Tv Show?Either the 100, sherlock, or Gotham 140: Where do I want to live when older?I would like to live in Europe for some time in my life but I’ll probably stay in Tennessee for most of my life but I would love to travel everywhere 141: Play any musical instrument?No but I am trying to learn bass 142: One of my scars, how did I get it?There’s a scar on my knee from when i was climbing rocks to get to a rope swing and I scraped my leg on a rock 143: Favourite pizza toping?Extra cheesy haha (also cold pizza is better)144: Am I afraid of the dark?No I love the dark145: Am I afraid of heights?No I LOVE heights omg 146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?No bc I don’t really like doing bad things 147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?Yep haha148: What I’m really bad atTalking about my feelings 149: What my greatest achievments arePassing some hard classes, swimming a 50 freestyle in under 30 Seconds 150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to meOh boy that “friend” to me that:-no one cares about me-I have no close friends -I’m selfish -I take what I want from others -I pride myself on being nice 151: What I’d do if I won in a lotteryUse most of it to have a safe future but some for concert tickets and band stuff 152: What do I like about myselfTbh nothing, maybe the fact that I am ok at makeup (?)153: My closest Tumblr friendDon’t really have any close Tumblr friends. MESSAGE ME IF YOU WANT TO 154: Something I fantasise abouta My Chemical Romance reunion, what it would be like to be in a relationship 155: Any question you’d like??

[rocketonthemoon]

4, 11, 14, 23, 31, 36, 42, 47, 56, 59, 66, 67, 69, 83, 87, aaaand 99.

“Good lord ok. Long post up ahead sorry y’all.

How Do You Take Your Coffee/Tea: Coffee is light and sweet like any good Puerto Rican (according to my uncle) and my tea - it depends on the tea. Most of them I take at least a sugar in them and black teas I like milk with it.

What’s an Inner Joke You Have with Your Friends: circusi? 

If You Were to Live with Your Best Friend in an Old Flat in a Big City, What Would It Look Like: Well first off, my best friend and I would pretty much kill each other living with each other. We’ve tried it to an extent and we’re pretty content with not being in each other’s space all the time XD but for the sake of the question: The bathroom would have to have a tub for her and a shower for me. I want color where ever I live on the walls - I’m tired of renter’s beige/white. Other than that I dunno. Haven’t thought much about that sorta thing.

What’s Your Favorite Thing to Do on Lazy Days Where You Have 0 Obligations: stay in bed until like 3pm and then make tea and read a book or piddle around on tumblr or play pokemon or netflix or something to that effect. Just sit on my butt and not move unless it’s to the kitchen

What is Your Opinion of Socks? Do You Like Wearing Weird Socks? Do You Sleep with Socks? Do You Confine Yourself to White Sock Hell? Really, Just Talk About Socks: I FUCKING LOVE SOCKS SO MUCH all socks except the ones with the toes? like the individual ones? they drive me nuts. but all other socks I’m so here for. Tall socks, ankle socks, crew socks, tube socks, fancy socks, socks with holes in them (I’ve got lots of those), socks with crazy patterns, socks with no patterns, socks with pictures, socks with words, socks with capes on them, I love socks. I never wear matching socks if I can help it unless it’s really fucking cold and then I wear matching socks because they tend to be the same thickness and I need to keep my toesies warm you know? I have two pairs of plain white socks that I used in marching band back in high school and now they’re mostly for lounging around the house or working out. I DO IN FACT SLEEP WITH SOCKS MY TOES GET SO COLD AT NIGHT I NEED THEM I have like zero circulation so it’s the fastest thing in the world for my toes and fingers to get cold so I wear socks to sleep so I can actually sleep (or so whoever I sleep next to doesn’t kill me when I try to cuddle) I REALLY LIKE SOCKS OK

Which Band’s Sound Would Fit Your Mood Right Now: I’m a tad grumpy but mostly sleepy and kinda sad so I guess Adele? Or Blink-182 when they do they’re “slow” songs you know? Like “I Miss You” and “Home Is Such a Lonely Place” from the new album. I typically listen to Dashboard Confessional when I get in these kinda moods but I’m trying not to fall too far down that hole right now.

Do You Have a Favorite Coffee Shop? Describe it: I don’t have one, sadly. Kansas isn’t especially good at the whole coffee shop scene, at least where I am. And all the places I can find are either very crowded, more expensive than I like, have shoddy wifi (or limit you wifi), or don’t have comfy places to sit. Or they’re nice but just not my kinda vibe for some reason. My current preferred coffee stop is the shop in one of our libraries at school and I can some times charm the old lady who works the counter in the evenings before running upstairs to hide for hours.

What Food Do You Think Should be Banned from the Universe: Grits. Please just wipe it off the map. Maybe it’s cause I haven’t had “proper” grits or whatever but I just. Cannot. Do it. That an oatmeal. BLECH

What Are Somethings You Find Endearing in People: I love people who do small thoughtful acts. I’m not talking like, buying your drink or something, but more like letting you sit with your back to the wall because you mentioned once you prefer it, or putting your boots together rather than how one landed halfway across the room when you took them off. Little things that don’t really matter but are still nice you know?

What Would Your Ideal Flower Crown Look Like: Uh... daisies? I guess? I dunno probably daisies and violets and small sunflowers. Those are my favorite kinds so I guess that would be the crown I’d like to wear

How Do Gloomy Days Where the Sky is Dark and the World is Misty Make You Feel: Hi my name is Rocket and I have depression? 

What are Your Favorite Board Games: Chess. Which is funny because I haven’t played it in years I dunno if I would even be any good at it any more but I really use to love playing chess. Wasn’t the best at it but I was ok I guess. 

What’s Some of Your Favorite Album Art: Needtobreathe’s Daylight has always been a favorite of mine and Halestorm’s ReAniMate 2.0: The CoVeRs EP. Dunno why I just like that one. Also Blink-182′s California but that could just be because I’m obsessed with it at the moment but also because it’s good art

What Are Some Movies You Think Everyone Should Watch at Least Once in Their Lifetime: “Dope” “The Untouchables” “Star Wars” and “Legally Blonde”

List Some Songs that Resonate to Your Soul When You Hear Them: “Existentialism On Prom Night” by Straylight Run, “Stay” by Mayday Parade, “Mr Brightside” both the original and the cover by Run River North, “Das Beste” by Silbermond, “Little Love” by Pine + Palm, “Things I’ll Never Say” by Avril Lavigne and “I’ve Got a Dark Alley And A Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song)” By Fall Out Boy

#Anonymous #Ask a Rocket #good LORD that was a lot of typing #yikes my poor emo/post-punk trash side is showing a lot in this #ah well what can you do #thanks for the ask Anon!

[justanalto]

OK FIRST OF ALL- Joshua Bassett 100% needs witness protection omg

Ok favorite crime is all well and good but I go batshit crazy everytime good 4 u or traitor comes on. I physically cannot explain the feelings that go through my body when those play- good 4 u has SO MUCH feral energy and I did have a dramatic miny concert in my roon what about it. Whenever it gets to "like a damn sociopath" I promptly lose any semblance of sanity.

The background vocals in traitor are so good and the lyrics hit me in a place I didnt know existed ahhhhhh

1 step forward 3 steps back is also just?? Amazing?? Like olivia where were you hiding all this talent. I'm trying to come up with w o r d s but all I can say is that the emotions in that song are so visceral and deep and coupled with the music and the soft way she sings it I just-

also also I am so fucking here for Olivia Rodrigo being a Taylor Swift fan. So. Fucking. Here.

ALSO you didnt even *talk* about happier wtf.

I totally get where Olivia is coming from with this song and I think the melody is delicious. wish this could be more wordy but my only thought is- AJSBAKDHSKDHSK AHHHH

Ok i totally agree with you on deja vu and drivers license. It does makes sense and they are better as singles. Belting drivers license in an empty house?? Ha no I will sing it with people around fight me.

I love your unofficial review of sour thank you so much for screaming about it with me ajshakdhsk My favorite song of it all is definitely traitor but honestly??? the entire thing is so good?? Everything fucking slaps.

-Anonia

I KNOW I FORGOT TO TALK ABOUT HAPPIER I REALIZED THAT THE MOMENT YOU SENT THIS ASK SFHSKDJLFHSDKJLFHDSKFDSJKLFDS i am a sour heathen this is tragic

you're damn right joshua bassett needs witness protection, i always joke with one of my friends that he not only needs witness protection BADLY, joshua bassett is probably calling john mayer and jake g trying to figure out what the fuck to do in this situation cause you know it doesn't look good for him

(side note i put on good 4 u this morning and absolutely lost my SHIT screaming. you're so right. there's something about the energy of good 4 u that is just. ferality. absolute ferality. absolute fucking ferality and i think it's beautiful. THERE IS SO MUCH FERAL ENERGY I LITERALLY NEED TO SCREAM THIS IN A ROOM FULL OF PEOPLE. i have three songs I need to scream to when i get back in the clubs, and it's "dancing queen" by abba, "mr brightside" by the killers, and "good 4 u". i have no other requests.)

ok. so. happier. i like. half feel happier tbh because wishing that someone's never half as as happy as they were with me is...not a fun emotion i like to explore? but i very much understand that for her and honestly get it to some extent, especially "i'm selfish I know" like. that hits real hard. also "eternal love bullshit that you'll never mean" because eternal love doesn't exist. not like that. it's work. love is a choice and you have to wake up and make it up every day. i do like the bass in it though, it does slap.

OH MY GOD TRAITOR. literally you have to scream "god i wish you'd thought this through before i went and fell in love with you" i don't make the rules. I don't make the goddamn rules. but also just the whole chorus in general is something great to scream about, especially "you betrayed me, and i know that you'll never feel sorry // for the way i hurt" BUT ALSO THAT BURN x TRAITOR MASHUP. OOOOOOF. THAT MASHUP.

joshua bassett. again. witness protection.

1 STEP FORWARD 3 STEPS BACK IS LITERALLY SUCH A DEEP CUT OML LIKE. she's so unsure of what the hell he wants because he always keeps swinging back and forth between loving her and not loving her and it just feels like a losing battle and she's so sick and tired of it but she loves him and it is SO MUCH. AND CAN I TALK ABOUT "and maybe in some kind of masochistic way // i kind of find it all exciting" because OLIVIA. MA'AM. MA'AM ARE YOU GOOD. BLINK TWICE AND WE'LL ALL GO COMMIT ARSON. no one should feel that and especially not at 18. god she's already felt so much and i feel awful that someone hurt her iike that.

I'm so happy that she's a taylor swift. when taylor swift tours again if she brings olivia i will literally drop top dollar for those seats are you kidding me

also i'm gonna talk a quick sec about enough for you and the line "stupid emotional obsessive little me" because CAN I GET A MOOD IN THIS FUCKING ROOM the insecurity is so high for this poor girl and i am so sorry. AND. AND. "no i don't want your sympathy i just want myself back" like. i swear at eighteen you just want to get over someone, not realize that you don't want them in your life at all and just want to get back to who you were like. BRUH. THAT IS A DEEP CUT.

oh god not me i can't have anyone hearing that i'm just an alto and not a failed soprano. (hah. url joke hehehe) if i hit that thing at a belt too many times i lose my voice and i like the echoes of my house lololol

truly anonia this entire album slaps and i'm so glad we were able to talk about it :') thank you miss rodrigo for hurting us

#ask things #anonymous #anonia #sour