#paraphrasing song lyrics

[inmyarmswrappedin]

Every so often I am reminded of that one comment in Nora's cover of Nana Triste that said something like: "guys I translated the lyrics to English using Google and she says Alejandro is her child and she's going to take care of him 🩷"

The song laments an abusive relationship, and ends with the sentiment: "I curse you, because I never should have been the mother of a child who isn't mine."

#skam españa #god that season had people SO fucking determined not to use reading comprehension #also yes i am aware that isn't the literal translation of the lyrics #i paraphrased them because the whole song is about the singer being forced into the role of mother to her adult boyfriend #like yes i realize people were holding onto those pomenora crumbs like water in a desert but holy shit

[obstinaterixatrix]

here it is, the main repeating line is ‘生活总是阴差阳错’ which basically means ‘life always goes wrong’ and is followed up by a scenario. like you want to be a cop but you end up a thief. like you fall in love with me but I’m your best friend’s girlfriend. like I fall in love with you but you’re going abroad. and then the chorus basically goes like so we both love Yau Ma Tei can we elope to Hong Kong? I’ll wait for you at the police station, I’ll wait for you at the tea shop, but you say life isn’t like a drama. anyway my favorite line is ‘生活总是阴差阳错/好比我想做主角最后却变成小丑’, the one about wanting to be the protagonist but ending up the clown lol

#asi #阿肆 #若你愛上油麻地 #music #well I’m paraphrasing #I liked this song enough that I memorized a bunch of the lyrics/meaning but I don’t necessarily know each word

[jlf23tumble]

jennm what did u think of the leaked songs ?? from what I've gathered 2 of them are old ones (all along and the way I do I think ) and u can kind of tell but damn they are all bops!

I LOVE THEM, I think all three are bops, and I'm dying to know the timeline, like, *are* any of them old??? If so, bummer they didn't make the first album (I can think of a couple to swap), but if they're new, WOWEEE, I can't wait to hear the whole thing, these lyrics holy fuck! My leak pal says at least one sounds like it could have been on the OC (all of Harry's House sounds that way to her as well, and look how far he rode that tiktok train, we're curious to see if a similar thing will happen for Louis as the music definitely works for it)

#louis tomlinson #POINTS WERE MADE #these lyrics! #sayin' it again! #i saw the funniest fucking thing from the weirdos in the 'they never broke up' camp #something like okay they might have taken a break but the key thing is that it wasn't serious hashtag they never broke up #and what the fuck is it with gold-star larr nation that they can't just deal with the concept of people breaking up and making up #like that is not a crime or weird or anything at all #it's DEEPLY fascinating to me that it has to be like that for them #when you have two albums of louis very much saying on multiple songs that he fucked things up (paraphrasing) #but it's working out #like what????? #is the problem with that??? #(it's another reason I'm curious about the writing timeline because these two aren't locked in a box #lots of things change all the time--i don't know shit for shit but i know THAT shit for real)

[molabuddy]

🎶 :>

"Can you really use magic?

Are you truly able to cherish things, if they can always be fixed?

That friendship that you mended with a spell -

Is it even real?"

#iyowa again yayyy yayy yippee ^_^ luv dis song so much #another translation from the vocaloid lyrics wiki but ive paraphrased this one a little bit #emails #ask game

[chemicaljacketslut]

okay the emotion im getting from love love love by the mountain goats is making me literally have heart palpitations so i think i’m gonna have to call it and bump it up to my current favorite song. tied with or quite possibly ranked above i know the end by phoebe bridgers

#omg part of this is the same feeling i got when i was in the [redacted] choir #& we sang the music of stillness and the director told us what it was about #& explained that sara teasdale was very troubled and really just wanted peace #so like. ‘there will be rest and sure stars shining over rooftops crowned with snow a reign of rest serene forgetting #the music of stillness holy and low’ was like. about wanting peace and contentment #‘i will make this world of my devising i’ll make this world out of a dream in my lonely mind’ #this is paraphrased from the song lyrics not the og poem but they’re quite similar #anyway #that shit hit soooooo hard to my lil depressed ass freshman self #‘love love is gonna lead you by the hand into a white and soundless place now we see things as in a mirror dimly #then we shall see each other face to face’ gives me that same feeling

[comradesmooches]

Sometimes you just wanna slice someone from pubis to clavicle

#Disco said so #vent #yeah that's paraphrased from song lyrics but whatever #my vengeance I swear will be biblical

[ignorancelive]

if they bring out dave tonight after i decided not to take the 40$ tickets i’m going to actually lose my mind

#what would he sing. what would he even sing HE WOULDNT #to paraphrase violet you can’t be the best singer in your band you’re not even the best singer in the house #that man is a screamer #what song that he would know all/most of the lyrics to would he even want to do. actually stupid question nvm they have a few #these tags are just me trying to convince myself they won’t do it

[bitchofsteel]

what gives your muse hope?

Watching the Imperium suffer. Seeing their mortals crying out in fear screaming 'save us, o Emperor from the wrath of the Noosemen'.

#paraphrasing song lyric here #but yeah

[melodraca]

there's just something about taking quotes or lyrics about love, happiness, or any other innocuous or positive topic, and reinterpreting them in a way that turns them into pieces of blood-chilling horror that gets me every time

#posts inspired by me listening to a performance of a song with a lyric that was something to the effect of #''love is an ever burning purifying fire'' #I'm paraphrasing but I heard that and the horror part of my brain went ''OOH. OOOOHHHH!!!!'' #ok to rb! #Gabeposting

[ad-lucem-et-amor]

I've searched and I've found nobody like Jesus...

I've looked and found no one who can heal me like Jesus hold me like Jesus that can keep me like Jesus that can love me like Jesus that can provide for me like Jesus

there's nobody like Jesus! ...everything I need You to be; You're more than enough for me...

#worship #song #lyrics #paraphrased #Jesus #Jesus loves you #love #soul #He saved me #from myself #before there were so many noises made so many wrong choices #but now I can hear the voice of God #lover of my soul

[gidle]

I read the lyrics of Wife and they're even worse than Queencard. I'm too afraid to listen to it, I can only hope that the rest of the album isn't like this nonsense. I miss their old music and lyrics, it was poetry in comparison to whatever they're doing now :(

Anon i wonder if you arrived at this blog in the past five minutes bc i have not been silent about wife. You’re barking at the wrong tree here.

I will always defend someone’s right to not vibe with the style of the song bc that’s personal taste. But if you say Wife has gibberish lyrics I’m assuming you rely very superficially on only English translations because KBS has deemed the song too sexual for broadcast, so it’s definitely not “nonsense”. It isn’t in English either. The mv, the styling, the lyrics, they’re all full of metaphor and satire (detailed here and here and here).

I don’t think you’ll like when you listen to the song because your mind seems already set. Honestly I don’t think you’ll like anything they put out because as you say, you miss their old sound and music, whatever you think that means. Nxde was just a comeback ago. Senorita and dumdi dumdi were terribly unserious. I don’t think latata and uh oh were that groundbreaking either. I do wonder if you’re the same anon I answered a while ago?

If you’re using pre and post Soojin as old and new I just think you need to be more honest with yourself about why you don’t like their new songs anymore. For the reasons stated above, I think it’s way beyond what you deem sensical lyrics and good music. Gidle has a wide range, they’re versatile and always with a new concept, to the point I’ve seen people calling them inconsistent. So if none of their very different to each other comebacks has been appealing to you, there can be other reasons than the ones you’re trying to rationalize. Soyeon will not produce gidle as it is now the same way she would as it were then. And I will miss Soojin in the group until I perish but it will never be because I want them to return to their old “better style”. I’d kill to see Soojin tomboying and queencarding.

I love the fun they bring to kpop. I love to see them act confidently “silly”. Even the silliness is debatable, as it is intentional, as it’s not mindless, because they ARE making statements, whether you recognize it or not, and also regardless if you approve of the way it is made. Gidle is thriving with a method a lot of groups can’t afford to. They’re grown women doing grown women business, they’re self made and self produced and paraphrasing one of the videos linked above, they’re not gonna say something unless they have something to say. They’re always innovating, they never follow a formula, there’s barely a pattern between comebacks except for the fact that it’s always them. It’s who they are and what they want to show. That’s what I love about them, that’s what makes every comeback interesting. And this has not changed, not even once.

#answered #anonymous #this is long and I hope in no way rude but I am at loss on how to reply to an ask like that (very similar to one I have gotten before) #it just feels like I’m repeating myself on a vacuum #gidle #fuck it im tagging for audience teach #reach* #ok to rb

[corroded-hellfire]

Requested - Eddie and best friend reader who also plays the guitar - Eddie Munson x Reader

So, I had a request and when I went to save it to drafts, it completely disappeared on me. Can’t find it anywhere. So, I will paraphrase the request the best I can remember: Eddie with best friend reader who also plays the guitar. She thinks her crush is unrequited (it isn’t) and Eddie catches her performing a sad song and Eddie worries what’s wrong. If this was your request, I am so sorry tumblr ate it on me.

Note: the song I used for this is Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic by The Police because the lyrics are perfect for unrequited love. But I felt the song was too fast for the vibe the reader has going at that moment. But I found a cover version that was exactly what I was imagining. Since tumblr is dumb and won’t show posts in the tags if you have a link, I’ll add the link to the song on a reblog if you want to take a listen!

Words: 2.6k

Most days Corroded Coffin rehearsals were the highlight of your day. Laughing with the guys, messing around on the guitar, or the joy of finally getting a song down just right. Being the backing guitarist was your ideal part of the band. Eddie got to be the leading man, using all his natural charm and showmanship to win over the crowd, but you still got to have sick guitar solos that got thunderous applause. But there are some days when being in the band gets to you.

The band’s repertoire is pretty big, so it gives you guys a nice mixture of original songs and covers to put together when making a set list. Many of the songs are love songs though, and sometimes your heart turns cynical and the lyrics seem to mock you. Especially hearing Eddie sing them. It seemed like a cruel trick of fate to stand beside Eddie, strumming along, while he sings about falling in love or the woman of his dreams. Usually, you’d try to slip in a real headbanger after love songs in the set list. This way you could take out any lingering negative emotions out on your guitar strings.

It’s even worse when Gareth gets his first serious girlfriend. It’s like his head is full of rainbows and sunshine, all he wants to play are love songs. Yeah, you’ve gotten to know Ash and she’s great, but playing every single song in a show for her seems a bit much. It grates especially hard on your nerves one night as Eddie sings lovesick song after lovesick song.

You’re especially quiet packing up after the show, and you’re not sure if it’s that no one seems to notice, or nobody else can get a word in because Gareth won’t shut up. Ash did look pretty tonight, but there were only so many times you could hear about it before you wanted to shove the drumsticks in your ears.

You slide your guitar case into the back of Eddie’s van, slamming the door as hard as you can afterwards just so the bang can drown out Gareth’s voice for a brief moment. Walking in between the van and Jeff’s truck, you slip into the passenger seat of the van without the boys noticing. Kicking your boots off, you tuck your legs up and rest your feet against the dashboard. You drop your head back against the seat with a sigh, waiting in the cold vehicle for Eddie to climb in. He does, after a few chilly moments. Before even putting the key in the ignition, he tugs off his vest and tosses it in your lap.

“You look cold.”

“Thanks,” you mumble and slip the vest on over your jacket.

The power comes on in the van, heat brimming to life, but the radio also starts blaring a love song, which you immediately lean forward to slam off.

Eddie raises an eyebrow at you. “You good?”

“Fine,” you say as you turn to look out the window.

Eddie shakes his head, not believing you, but doesn’t push it. He backs the van out of the parking space and pulls out onto the road. It’s silent without the radio on, but Eddie isn’t about to turn it back on with the way you took your anger out on the dial.

“Do you not like Ash?” Eddie asks.

“What?” You turn your head to look at him in confusion.

“Is that what’s up?” He glances over at you before looking back at the road. “Is she bugging you?”

“What? No.” You shake your head and look back out the window.

Eddie sighs and drums his fingers against the steering wheel. He tries not to be pushy, but he doesn’t like seeing you unhappy.

“Want to put a tape on?” he asks. “You can pick.”

“No,” you answer. “No music.”

Now Eddie knows something is up. He has no time to question you on it though as he pulls into Forest Hills. Both his and your trailers have no lights on inside as he pulls up in between them.

“Want to come over?” Eddie asks as he kills the ignition.

“Nah, I’ve got a headache. I think I’m just going to head to bed,” you say. You slip your boots back on and hop out of the car without looking at him.

He watches you for a moment before climbing out after you and pulling the back doors open. Each of you pull your guitar cases out silently. You give him a tight lipped smile as you walk past him to head to your front door. His eyes follow you the whole way, not moving before he sees the door close behind you.

Once you close the door, you lean back against it and let out a deep breath. It wasn’t Eddie’s fault that all the love songs are getting to you, so you feel a bit bad about being so cold to him. But your own self preservation was keeping him at arm’s length. You drag your guitar case through your dark home and set it down on your bed. The lamp you click on gives a halo-like glow around the small room as you unclip the latches on the case. You gently pick up your powder blue beauty by the neck and cradle it against your body. Taking a few steps backward, you let your back meet the wall and slowly slide down until you’re sitting on the floor.

Laying the guitar across your lap, you reach into your back pocket and slip out one of the spare picks you always keep there. Your baby is already tuned since you've played a show, so you immediately begin to strum at the strings without thinking about it. A familiar tune comes out and you start to softly sing along.

Though I've tried before to tell her

Of the feelings I have for her in my heart

Every time that I come near her

I just lose my nerve as I've done from the start

Every little thing she does is magic

Everything she do just turns me on

Even though my life before was tragic

Now I know my love for her goes on

The front door to your trailer sticks, but over the sound of your song, you can’t hear Eddie open it and slip inside. Even though your home is dark, Eddie’s been inside enough times to know his way around blind. He can see the dim light coming from your room and heads down the hallway.

Do I have to tell the story

Of a thousand rainy days since we first met?

It's a big enough umbrella

But it's always me that ends up getting wet

Every little thing she does is magic

Everything she do just turns me on

Even though my life before was tragic

Now I know my love for her goes on

Eddie stops a few feet in front of your door as he recognizes the song. He’s heard you sing countless times before, but never with that sad, hopeless tone in your voice. Frowning, he leans forward to try and get a glimpse of you. From your place on the floor, you can’t see Eddie in your doorway, but he can see your profile as your fingers glide over the chords.

I resolved to call her up a thousand times a day

And ask her if she'll marry me in some old fashioned way

But my silent fears have gripped me long before I reach the phone

Long before my tongue has tripped me, must I always be alone?

Every little thing she does is magic

Everything she do just turns me on

Even though my life before was tragic

Now I know my love for her goes on

Every little thing she does is magic

Everything she do just turns me on

Even though my life before was tragic

Now I know my love for her goes on

Tears start to well in your eyes despite yourself. Hands busy, you can’t wipe any away before they start to leak down your cheeks. The more you think of Eddie, the more the tears come. Your chest tightens as your heartbreak manifests into physical pain.

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Every little thing, every little thing

Every little thing, every little thing

Every little, every little, every little

Every little thing she does

Every little thing she does

Every little thing she does

Every little thing she does

Thing she does is magic

Ee-oh, ee-oh, ee-oh, ee-oh

Ee-oh, ee-oh, ee-oh, ee-oh

Ee-oh, ee-oh, ee-oh, ee-oh

Ee-oh, ee-oh, ee-oh, ee-oh

Eddie wracks his brain, trying to figure out who could’ve caused you the pain to sing this song. Maybe he was right after all, and you didn’t like Ash because you were jealous. That didn’t make sense though, as you’ve mused aloud many times before how you would kill Gareth if the two of you were left alone for too long. Names of guys at school scroll through Eddie’s mind, seeing if any spark a memory or reason that would lead you to being so sad. And if you did have a crush on someone, why had you kept it from him?

Every little thing

Every little thing

Every little thing she do is

Magic, magic, magic

Magic, magic, magic

Hey, oh, yo, oh

Ee-oh

Do I have to tell the story

Of a thousand rainy days since we first met?

It's a big enough umbrella

But it's always me that ends up getting wet

Hand falling to your lap after the last strum, you let the pick fall to your carpet and take a deep breath. You gently set your guitar down across your knees and wipe the tears from your face.

“Hey,” Eddie says as he slips into your room.

His presence startles you, and you jump, grabbing your guitar before it can fly off your lap.

“W-What’re you doing here?” You make sure all the tears are gone before you turn your head to look at him.

“I came to get my vest,” he says. You both know full well that could’ve waited until tomorrow so he adds, “and I was worried about you.”

“I told you I’m fine,” you say.

“Clearly you’re not,” Eddie says, gesturing to your red eyes and the guitar in your lap. “Why such a sad song?”

You offer your guitar to Eddie, and when he takes it, you push yourself off the floor. He hands it back to you so you can put it back in the case.

“I just felt like playing it,” you say.

Eddie’s brow pinches together. “Right. Because you always just decide to play songs by The Police.”

You sigh as you shut and lock your guitar case. The case gets returned to its sacred spot underneath your bed before you climb on your mattress and pull your pillow into your lap.

“Just a little teenage angst, I suppose,” you tell him.

Eddie sits down across from you and reaches for your hand. You pretend you don’t see it and tuck your hands under your thighs.

“Talk to me?” Eddie asks in a soft voice.

You shake your head and it breaks his heart. He sighs and scoots closer to you.

“Sweetheart, please. Since when is there something you can’t talk to me about?”

The tears start to well up again and Eddie fights the urge to wrap you up in his arms. You sniffle and look down to your lap.

“I don’t like how we do so many love songs,” you admit shyly.

Eddie tilts your chin up with his fingers and you meet his concerned eyes. Tears start to fall down the right side of your face and he brushes them away with his thumb.

“Why’s that?” he asks.

“Too many,” you whisper.

Eddie nods and reaches out to wrap his arm around your shoulder. You rest your head against him and he presses a kiss into your hair.

“Okay,” he says. “We can tone it down.”

“Thanks.”

“Better?” he asks as he rubs his hand up and down your back. You nod and nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck.

“M’sorry,” you whisper against his throat. The sensation of your breath over his skin sends a chill down Eddie’s spine.

“For what?” he asks.

“Worrying you. I didn’t mean to.”

“S’just cause I care,” he says.

His words cause fresh tears to fall from your eyes and Eddie looks down at you in concern. You wrap your arms around his neck and your tears run down his skin, onto his shirt. His arms instantly encircle you and he pulls you against his body.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” he tries to soothe. “I’ve got you.”

Each reassurance only makes you cry harder, his kind words reminding you that his affection for you isn’t the same that you have towards him. Your heart feels like it’s bleeding down into your stomach as you clutch at him, hands desperate to touch him anywhere you could reach.

“Please don’t cry,” he whispers against your hair. “Talk to me, princess.”

You pull your head out from his neck and shake your head, face all red and puffy from the crying.

“Who do I have to beat up, hmm?” he tries to joke. Anything to calm you down and make you feel better. “Say the word and I’ll kick their ass.”

“I love you.”

The words rush out without you thinking about it. Luckily, or unluckily, Eddie understands what you say through your tears.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He puts his hand on your shoulder and you shake it off, harder than you intended to.

“No,” you say. You take a deep breath and use your sleeves to wipe all the tears from your face. “I love you. I want to stop doing so many love songs because it hurts to hear you sing them. It hurts because you’ll never sing those songs about me and I hate it.”

Realization dawns on Eddie’s face and he stares at you with wide eyes. His jaw drops and for the first time in his life, he can’t put words together to form a sentence.

“Me?” His voice comes out squeaky. He clears his throat and runs a hand over his face. “You’re telling me you’ve been sitting here crying over me?”

Still sniffling, you nod your head, unable to meet his eyes.

“Oh, sweetheart.” He lets out a small chuckle and your head snaps up to look at him. You were prepared for him not to return your feelings, but you never expected him to make fun of you or be mean about it.

“Honey, no,” he says, seeing your alarm. He picks up one of your hands in his and presses kisses to your palm. “I just can’t believe it. Princess, I love you too.”

“You what?” You’re breathless as you look at him, not believing your ears.

“I love you, too,” he says with a laugh. “I think of you every time I sing one of those love songs. It’s why I’ve suggested so many of them.”

“You love me?” you ask, still not believing it.

“With all my heart,” he assures you. He reaches out to you to pull you into his lap, and you happily oblige. You straddle his hips and wrap your arms around his neck.

“For real?”

“For real.” He chuckles and rests his forehead against yours. “So, no more sad songs, okay?”

“Okay,” you agree. “And I guess we can keep playing lots of love songs.”

“Good,” Eddie says. “Cause I’ve written about seven of them all about you.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #request

[elizabethepb]

Ours.

Poems paraphrased in half sentences with messy words and encouraging nods. Twinkling eyes say ‘I know that one and it knows me’.

Paintings spoken about with the reverence of saints, paint strokes that match the gentle path of a brush through tangled hair.

Lyrics held with closed eyes and open hearts, songs labeled as our own. Humming along to melodies full of joy or devastation or power when my lips only know the shape of your name.

Simple dance routines that devolve into fits of giggles and foreheads pressed together. Bodies tossed around carelessly, arms thrown over momentarily weightless shoulders.

Stories teach us about ourselves and each other, shared obsession with metaphors that speak to the soul, adoring words spoken about all the narratives that haunt us.

Art is the bridge between us, she’s blankets our moments in a soft glow. She is the under current of our belonging, she is ours, we are hers and each others.

#epbpoems

[mswyrr]

Cooper isn't just named after Todd Howard, he's named after Gary Cooper, star of stage & screen. Most famously of the film High Noon, where he plays a character who must do the right thing, even if it destroys his life & marriage & the theme song goes "do not forsake me, oh my darling."

The song lyrics also say "Oh, to be torn twixt love and duty." Which is the core of Cooper and Barb's tragedy imo. Love is the death of duty and duty is the death of love (to paraphrase GRRM).

Cooper's feeling of moral duty toward others would lead him to just trying to have some good time on a ranch with Janey and Barb before the end. And Barb's love for her little girl means she'll burn down her sense of duty to others (even though she has a conscience, unlike Bud and Hank) to save her.

It's meant to be an impossible situation because they both feel love and duty. And neither route, in being forced to choose between the two, is a good one.

#barb howard #cooper howard #fallout 2024 #fallout tv #fallout meta #my meta #Or as the High Noon song puts it: #“I'm not afraid of death but #oh #What will I do if you leave me?“ #prediction they're going to play that song at some point #fallout spoilers

[areinca]

something i wrote ages ago that feels like a tumblr post so i edited and posted it

LOVE NEVER DIES (tpoto sequel) SPOILERS AHEAD:

the most unrealistic part of Beneath a Moonless Sky is that it was able to happen at all. you know that i know that we know if Christine came back after Final Lair, after all the events that happened like "ok im back lets fuck", with Erik (the phantom of the opera, yes, that is his name let’s call him that he is not a ghost he is just a guy he says so himself, explicitly in the book) in the mental and emotional state he was in in Phantom and in that song in general, he would need at LEAST 9-10 business days to recover and process it i mean come on you really think he would be like "ok slay lets do it" after all the emotional turmoil of final lair even if he did agree because you also know that theres no way that he would agree to that, he literally told them to go now and leave him (paraphrased quote from final lair) but let's say for some reason he did, he would either pass out or shut down (erik.exe is not working fr) or completely fall apart because come on ALW did you watch phantom? did you watch final lair? you WROTE those songs. he would not be touching her and feeling her and hearing those ravishing refrains of the singing in her veins (paraphrased literal lyrics from beneath a moonless sky) he would be screaming crying eating furniture and you know it ALW come on ALW you can't tell me you DONT know it you WROTE PHANTOM

#the phantom of the opera #love never dies #erik the phantom #christine daae #Beneath a moonless sky #Im so normal about this #goddammit #phantom of the opera #phantom #erik destler #poto #poto musical #the phantom of the opera musical #phantom sequel #erik poto #infodump #neurodiverse stuff #just a silly little guy #silly little murder man #rip my sanity #andrew lloyd webber #im so okay #he wrote the music but still #you are familiar with the plot sir #and phantom is considered an alw musical so yeah

[meraki-yao]

WIP Wednesday- 10 Apr 2024

Thank you @typicalopposite for the tag!

Was basically useless for the past 5 days due to being sick so I'm still insanely behind schedule for my fic (ahhhh) but here's a bit more from Chapter 1 of my @aroyallybigbangrwrb Tangled fic:

“You want to go outside? Well then, tell me, boy. Do you know why we stay up in this tower?” Her voice is ice-cold, sharp and unforgiving. Oh no. “Yes, I know, but-” “Exactly, to keep you safe and sound, dear. Need I remind you what were the circumstances that brought you to me? For me to take you in and experience the burdens of parenthood once again in my old age? Did you forget what happened to your parents and siblings?” “I-” “You are the most sought out person by all the ruffians, thugs, thieves and scoundrels. The world is a terrifying and dangerous place, you are the very proof of that, and the world will only be much more wicked and cruel towards you. I am the only one you can trust in the universe, but how do you expect me to take care of you out there while still protecting myself? Are you so determined to make this harder for me? How can I protect you, boy, unless you always stay in here?” “But Gran, I’m twenty-three, I can-” “So? You are still but a young boy. Your parents were far older when tragedy struck, and look what happened to them. And might I remind you that-” “But Gran!” Henry cuts off, a risky thing to do, but he’s truly growing desperate. “I can help! I can be different and stronger if you’d just let me try!” She glares daggers at him, and he instinctively shrinks into himself. “Sorry, Gran.”

Yes, excessive paraphrasing of the lyrics of "Mother knows best", this is an AU fic after all 😜But I also threw a line from another Disney song in, see if you can find it!

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