Bracket 1, Round E, Attack 1
They both preform with a... killer style :)
The Toy Soldier Propaganda
There was no Havve Hogan Propaganda
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Almost died when Mr. Sung pointed at me during the Superior Moves/Body Image mashup
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Ya’ll ‘Content 4 U’ is a strong front runner for my favorite song on ‘Digital Nightmare’. Like I’ve been listening to ‘A Human’s Touch’ all the time since the single came out, but I LOVE songs about the artist’s struggle with the demand of a modern audience and the general landscape of entertainment.
In general? So excited with the direction TWRP is taking their music.
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Planet of the bass cinematic universe
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Scott/Lydia + "okay, i admit it. maybe i wasn’t as nice as i should have been."
Thank you for the prompt!
(cw: very vague, non-graphic discussion of a bdsm scene, er and reference to canonical character death and grief)
Lydia threads her fingers through Scott's hair. He's lying with his head in her lap, curled up in a fuzzy blanket. He's breathing deep and evenly, face and muscles slack, relaxed in a way he only ever is after a session.
"Okay, I admit it," Lydia says. Scott likes to talk after. And often the topic turns to Stiles or school or their shared past. "Maybe I wasn't as nice as I should have been."
"Hmmm, I don't know," Scott mumbles. "I can't really think of a time that you were actually mean. You made a big show of being the ringleader of the mean girls, but I can't actually think of a time you were cruel."
"When I told Allison I didn't know who you were?"
Scott snuggles closer, wraps the blanket around himself. "You were just jealous because you loved her, too."
"Oh," Lydia answers, at a loss for words. Scott isn't wrong, not really. The pang of pain is normal, a constant after so many years without her. It's always there, waiting to crawl out and remind her it exists.
"I miss her, too," Scott says. It's quiet and calm and helps soothe her in the same way the caning helps soothe him. She continues to pet him with her right hand, but her left trails down to his chest. He pulls into his and strokes her wrist with her thumb.
They sit silently because there aren't really any words left to say. Then again, they don't always need them.
Request a Scott Rarepair prompt
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the yearly occurrence of spring sunshine’s arrival heralding my return to funk and dance music after the winter’s metal and hardcore has happened once more, and with it bringing perhaps the greatest song ever?
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