#<- (pego voice)

[taitavva]

NEVER GO HOME, DON'T SLEEP, DON'T EAT JUST DO IT ON REPEAT, KEEP?

[365 - Charli XCX / alt vers under cut]

[sotadeboa]

[ remember the moon dust in your lungs, stars in your eyes, you are a child of the cosmos, a ruler of the skies ]

details.

name: sota margauth age: 26 noticeable features: green hair ; lilac eyes ; scar alongside his left bicep personality traits: adaptable ; amiable ; charming ; daring ; eager ; fearless ; methodical ; persistent ; optimist ; sociable ; amoral ; dense ; dumb ; foolish ; greedy ; immature ; loud ; nosy ; restless ; smug life philosophy: don't let anything hold you back strengths: perseverance & bravery mannerisms: clenching and unclenching of jaw ; cracking knucles ; fidgeting fingers ; speaking in a loud voice ; drawing out words ; mispronounciation of words ; swearing orientation: bisexual biromantic

dragon.

name: aysiphy, lady of the skies color: white with a glowing blue aura personality: kind and protective of sota, but majestic and unapproachable towards the rest of the world.

biography.

sota margauth nunca teve o desprazer de conhecer seus progenitores. abandonado em uma esquina qualquer logo após seu nascimento por conta de seu sangue feérico, o garotinho de olhos lilás viveu toda sua infância perambulando pelas ruas de aldanrae em busca de problema. mesmo que sua sobrevivência fosse garantida somente por ter sido encontrado por um casal de bandoleiros, os pais adotivos disfarçavam seus esquemas sob o pretexto de ajudar crianças necessitadas, mas a verdade era que a grande "família" que tinham não era nada além de mais rotas e possibilidades de crimes que conseguiam criar.

tudo era uma moeda de troca quando o assunto era aquele. se quisessem comer, precisavam ajudar a roubar; se quisessem brincar, precisavam antes mostrar que tinham conseguido algo novo das ruas; se quisessem tempo livre, descanso, roupas, sapatos... tudo era condicional. assim sota foi criado, e não demorou para que ele entendesse exatamente como fazer para que seus crimes fossem bem-sucedidos, e o que precisava para que nunca fosse pego.

e por incrível que pareça, sua aptidão para escalar sempre foi motivo de escárnio entre todos da casa. tratavam como se aquilo fosse inútil para os esquemas que eles desenvolviam, mas sempre acabavam pedindo para que ele ficasse de vigia de um ponto estratégico. não era incentivado que ele melhorasse, muito pelo contrário, mas sota não deixava de irritar a todos aparecendo nos lugares mais inusitados como forma de treino próprio.

aos oito anos, sua captação não foi voluntária, mas não podia dizer que estava muito triste com o desenrolar daquilo. o que diziam ser o primeiro desafio da vida que agora tinham, sota não encontrou nada mais que uma diversão no parapeito, animado em demonstrar que era capaz de fazer aquilo sem problema nenhum. foi daquela forma que passou por aquela escalada, e parecia mentira que outros morreram no processo quando aquela havia sido sua realidade.

não era e nunca foi insensível, porém, de esfregar na cara dos outros o que pensava sobre certas partes do treinamento. sabia que era bom, e não tinha medo de demonstrar quando necessário, mas fora de seus horários de treinamento, não passava de um moleque expansivo e amigável no meio de tanta violência. o instituto militar de wülfhere não era um lugar agradável de se viver, mas também não era o fim do mundo, e se recusava a tratar daquela forma. era sua realidade para o resto da vida, e definitivamente existiam possibilidades piores.

a colheita de seu ovo foi tão natural que pareceu banal. não procurava por aquilo, apenas procurava um local quieto, longe de tudo e de todos e no meio do bosque, quando encontrou o ovo no alto de uma árvore, mantendo-o consigo e cuidando daquilo como seu bem mais precioso — o que não estava longe da verdade.

e a ceifa aconteceu com a mesma tranquilidade. não tinha dúvidas de que domaria seu dragão, e assim se fez. parecia que a essência de aysiphy e a sua não precisaram de nenhum esforço para se fundirem. pela primeira vez sentiu a vontade de proteger outro ser vivo como nunca havia sentido antes, e sabia ser recíproco. não era nem o medo de morrer que o fazia querer cuidar dela, até porque não possuía aquilo, mas sim uma lealdade antes desconhecida a sota.

[m0e-ru]

there should be an atIus showcase or some variety show where the guests have to see who can say "persona" the longest. like you have amikke or pego's voice actor or something and they go "perrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrsonaaaaaa" like playing a birthday parlor game for candy

[honorhearted]

“It’s astonishing that you haven’t floated away from all the hot air in your head.” 

Benjamin snorted. "What, so you're deflecting my insult by rearranging it as your own? I suppose it makes sense, seeing how you steal for a living."

Nina remained scandalously close -- God, why was she so close? -- and unnerved, he tensed his jaw while she snapped, “I’m trying to give you more heat so your limbs don’t need amputating. Or do you want your pego to freeze off before you ever get a chance to wet it?” 

Mortified, Benjamin blinked up at her as he winced from such a crude assessment. "Must you talk about your own sex like that?" he asked, pink-cheeked. "I assume you didn't mean it that way, but you make it seem so...detached, and as though the fairer sex is just a vessel."

Sighing, Nina abruptly slid from his frame and alongside his flank. He hated the way his shivering body instantly yearned for her added heat to return, his posture growing stiff once she burrowed in against him and draped her arm across his torso.

The silence that followed was maddening. Despite Nina's calm breathing against his shoulder, Benjamin was anything but calm as he gaped up at the ceiling, wide-eyed and anxious. He was finally lying alongside a naked woman, and he couldn't even enjoy it.

“So…who is Anna anyway?” Nina asked, her voice cutting starkly through the dark.

Benjamin instantly ratcheted up again. "A friend," he dismissed, defensive. "Not that I'd expect someone like you to know what that is." Sour and embarrassed, he willed himself to evaporate within the covers. "What you read was...w-well, it was from boyhood. I don't share those same feelings anymore. Surely, even you, a frigid mopsey, must know what it means to have a fleeting infatuation?"

As noncompliant as he was being, the look of sheer disgust on his face as he’d nearly groped her in a scandalous area was worth all his incessant bitching. Nina smirked into the blanket, trying not to snicker. 

"Move your head," he commanded, "I don't want your mouth so close to mine...I'll suffocate from all the hot air."

“It’s astonishing that you haven’t floated away from all the hot air in your head.” 

Clearly miffed by the revelation that she’d already seen him naked, he remained stiff as a log (while other areas remained opposingly soft), as he glared up at her. Nina wasn’t sure his face could get any more twisted. 

"Could you at least drape your hips onto the mattress instead of pressing into me like that? I don't want to feel your 'nethers,' as you so crudely put it." 

“I’m trying to give you more heat so your limbs don’t need amputating,” she grumbled, “Or do you want your pego to freeze off before you ever get a chance to wet it?” 

Cringing, he uttered a sharp but weakened, “Please.” 

Dejectedly sighing for perhaps the millionth time that day, Nina did her best to cause as little movement as possible as she slid off of him and instead settled beside him, keeping her arm draped over his torso to continue encouraging the heat to pass between them. 

Her face half smushed into the pillow, she forced her eyes closed, but the moments of quiet that passed between them were almost more unbearable than the bickering. 

“So…who is Anna anyway?” she asked, speaking the first thing that popped into her mind and wondering if she would regret it.

[thatmightyheart]

Whoops, should have included the link the first time, sorry!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41527602

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[k9iriz]

𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭 / • 𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐣𝐫

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; 𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘮𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦…𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨…

𝗻𝗮𝘀𝘁𝘆, 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 (𝗰𝗮𝗻’𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁, 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴) 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 + 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘴.

𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠/𝙛𝙚𝙢! 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧.

“𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦…𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦…”

smiling in the mirror as i applied the rest of my lip gloss, before backing up, looking at my dress, just taking in how fine i looked.

i looked so good.

as i fixed my dress, i walked out of the bathroom, until i was met downstairs by someone helping neymar with his suit tie, as i examined his whole outfit…

wet as hell you should say.

“excuse us.” Neymar dismissed his stylist as i stood at the end of the stairs, snatching my eyes off of him, to make it look like i wasn’t staring…

i can’t help but to stare, he’s so fine.

but that’s my best-friend, well. that title flew out the window when we did one night…have drunk sex, and it was intentional…but it was the best night of my life.

the way his ass made me scream, moan and beg, i was surprised nobody filed a noise complaint…and I still think about that day.

us just sneaking around with no strings attached, due to the media, but i could care less.

but i actually did care.

i always caught feelings and it was a burden wearing on me, like how could i tell him…i really love him? after all these years.

“não aja como se eu não tivesse pego você olhando para mim me vestindo, amor.” neymar smirked, before lifting my head up with his finger. [don't act like i didn't catch you looking at me getting dressed, love.]

it’s so sexy when he speaks his own language…let alone english..

“você não viu nada.” i smirked, as i leaned in, before i kissed his lips, but only neymar deepening it… [you didn’t see nothing]

tongue and all.

i could swallow his face in one…because, it’s something about him.

we both been so busy with shit, we barely got to “sneak” with each other…im just missing his touch…his hands all over my body.

“okay! okay! stop it before we get caught…” i smiled, as my face was just lit up with him caressing me and kissing me everywhere, even on my neck…

“mnm...este vestido está me deixando louca...deixe-me tirá-lo de você. um tempo...” neymar whispered, begged in my ear, before kissing amongst it, causing me to get lost in the pleasure. [mnm...this dress is driving me crazy...just let me take it off of you. one time...]

this shit felt so damn good…

“p-papi! íamos ser pegos! pare com isso.” i muttered in his ear, feeling his hands slide up down the entrance, playing with my panties. [“we were going to get caught! stop this." ]

“shhh…just jump for me.” neymar looked at me, wrapping his hands around my ass, helping me to sit on the table.

“no! i can’t…oh fuck.” i threw my head back before i felt my eyes roll back…just disappearing in the back of my skull, this shit was euphoric.

his thumb rubbed my folds up and down in slow, circular movements, before his face was inches apart from yours, just teasing you.

“fala comigo princesa, assim mesmo com esses seus lindos gemidos...” those words rolled off of his tongue like magic, just staring at me throughout the whole encounter. [“talk to me princess, just like that with those pretty moans of yours..."]

eye contact made me fold with so much ease.

“q-quit teasing me papi…” i breathed out, feeling my body jolt at the movements speeding up, before my words got cut off with a loud moan, before we heard a voice in the distance.

neymar taking his fingers from under my dress as his fingers were wet, covered in my juices before slowly smirking, smacking the side of my thigh, catching my attention.

“suck.” neymar demanded, before i grabbed his wrist, swirling my tongue all around his fingers as the tension rose between me and him…it was nothing but pure bliss.

before releasing, he groaned softly, leaving a string of spit, before biting my lip…talk about a interrupted quicky.

“we have to go ney!” his manager loudly reminded as he looked back me, before kissing my lips, helping me down and fixing my dress.

such a gentlemen.

“vamos terminar esta sessão mais tarde, amor.” neymar smirked, before he grabbed my hand, walking out with me to his event. [���let's finish this session later, love.”]

this was gonna be a good night.

a solid two hours at the event, i took pictures and smiled and gave it my all as neymar seemed to be doing the same, just having fun.

but his eyes never left me at all, dropping a item, i bent over to pick it up, slightly seeing my dress slide up, revealing my thin stringed panties, causing me to mentally smirk.

i knew he was watching…so why not make him beg for it? and tease him while we’re at it. to make the night a bit interesting…

neymar was in a trance all night, just plainly looking at me all night…

he just wanted to touch you again…just seeing your dress slide up..turned him on even more.

i was reserved at a sitting table from behind neymar, who was still staring at me as i made small talk with my makeup artist, as everyone greeted and hugged each other.

before you could retaliate, your makeup artist excused herself to the bathroom, feeling wet lips kissing my cheek, catching me off guard like hell-

“ney!-stop it-” i gasped as he kissed both sides of my neck, making me flutter eyes in satisfaction, before his hands sat around my waist again, hearing him groan in every kiss he made…my plan must be working.

“mnm…you smell so good.” neymar spoke against your neck, hitting your sweet spot…let me stop before a tape airs, because he’s not gonna stop…but this felt tooo good.

“papi, we’re in a public placeee…and that’s my sweet s-spot…” i struggled to spit out, but came out a jumbled moans in between.

ouuu he knows what he’s doing to me…

“você esteve me provocando a noite toda princesa... e este vestido está me deixando louca pra caralho e você sabe disso...” neymar whispered, kissing trails against your neck again before kissing onto your ear, his hands feeling all up and down my body… [you’ve been teasing me all night princess...and this dress is driving me fucking crazy and you know that...]

i completely snapped out of it because the event was over, but it was still people here…let me stoppp.

“i know but you kissing on me like this and there’s people around.” i bit down in my lip before i felt him lightly kissing and sucking at certain spots on my neck, causing me to moan, but only for him to hear.

“that’s why im saying…let’s go back to my house, i wanna see this dress around your ankles amor.” as his kisses intensified, causing me to smile at that idea…just persuading me so easily…

thank god no one really was near.

oooo child.

“that sounds good, papi…how about you do the honors? “ i responded, a slick response as it made neymar released his lips away from my neck before neymar grabbed my hand.

“that sounds good baby.” neymar agreed, him watching you walk out after him as he slapped your ass, making you jump.

guess this was another good night…

heyy! y’all know i gotta thank y’all for the support, i seen u wanted more and stuff so my requests are mostly closed until i get situated!

but let me know how i did! and thanks to @bnksisre for the idea y’all 😩!

lmk if i did good! 🥺

[quinnverse]

"I--" Unable to form a proper response, Emma pursed her lips and let out a disgruntled sigh. He was a pig, a scoundrel, a disgusting, horrid man and she could not let him win. Not when her own life was on the line. She would die before she allowed her father to marry her off to someone like John Bolton. She would throw herself into the Charles before she shackled herself to someone like this.

"Do you plan to get on your knees for my father, too?" With a curl in her lip, Emma couldn't hide the disgust in her face. The more he spoke, the worse he became, it seemed. At first, he had merely appeared to be a haughty man who thought lowly of women. Now, he seemed to be the very definition of a rake. No, she thought to herself. Rakes at least knew how to please women.

"I'll have you know there are people who are interested in marrying me. It is I who am not interested in marriage." She didn't expect him to believe her. Her own father would've had a hard time believing her if her Aunt Caroline hadn't vouched for the fact. After all, the suitors had been forced to ask her aunt and uncle for their blessing since her father was across the pond. Emma had declined both of the proposals with a glimmer in her eye, knowing that each refusal would get her a step closer to winning her father over. But now she wasn't so sure she'd be allowed to refuse another proposal. "And if all men are perverted pigs like yourself, then I shall consider spinsterhood to be a welcome reprieve."

His vulgar words weren't the final straw as much as her own body's reaction to them. Her blood boiled and her skin stung with rising heat, but there was a fluttering in her stomach that was becoming harder to ignore the more he spoke of her in such a perverse way. How this man had ever managed to capture a woman's attention was beyond her, and yet at the same time she couldn't imagine anyone walking away without being at least somewhat impressed by his audacity.

Before she could think better of it, her hand was raised from her side and flying towards his face. If he wanted to behave indecently, she would treat him the way she would any other miscreant. If her father knew the way he was speaking to her, he wouldn't blame her for lashing out. The rest of Boston society might have a word or two to say, but if John Dunster knew just how cruel their sparring had gotten, surely he wouldn't force her to marry him.

Perhaps it would all work out in her favor. Or perhaps it would all go exactly as he planned it.

As soon as her palm made contact with his cheek, she regretted her actions. Emma recoiled, clutching her hand to her chest as though it had moved on its own. She had never been the violent sort, and yet she had never been provoked quite as much as she was being provoked tonight. An apology hung on her lips, but she swallowed it back, refusing to give in to her altruistic side in the thick of an argument.

"You, sir, are a damned pathetic excuse for a man." Lowering her voice to a mutter, she seethed. "You would be wise to keep both your hands and your bloody useless pego far away from me, lest you wish me to tear it off and throw it into the Harbor as well. Now, I suggest you let me walk away or I will hit you again, and I will not be so gentle about it next time."

Tossing a glance over her shoulder in the direction of her father, Emma's mind began to spiral. How quickly could she board the next ship back to England? How much begging would it take for her father to annul any possible arrangement? With a soft huff, she began towards the double doors that lead out to the front entrance, hands balled into fists by her sides. This night had gone from terrible to worse in such a short span of time that her body couldn't seem to keep up with the swelling anger in her chest.

“I despise you. You ought to consider yourself lucky that I love and respect my father or else I would destroy you right here."

Oh, she was a delight. A hellcat in sheep's clothing, yet every bit as harmless as an errant housefly. Did she truly think she was threatening, when she hardly stood up to his chest?

"What did I tell you about foreplay? Stop teasing me, Miss Dunster," Benjamin warned, barely fighting off a laugh. The angrier she became, the larger his grin grew. He didn't realize that his espionage could be fun, too.

Emma's hands returned to her hips. “Yes, you’ve expressed how useful you could be but you have yet to prove it. I can’t imagine someone like you being useful to me in any meaningful way, so forgive me for not believing your claims. Especially for as long as you remain on both feet."

Benjamin hummed, tonguing the corner of his mouth in thought. "Unfortunately, Miss Dunster, I cannot in good conscience demonstrate my worth here amongst prying eyes. The scandal wouldn't behoove either of us, were I to suddenly kneel at your feet -- especially since I can guarantee that you would no longer be standing upon yours."

Despite the bold claim, his earlier admission seemed to give the proper effect. Emma looked positively horrified, her eyes wide and wild, and her cheeks properly pale.

Teeth gritting, she warned, “I may remind you that you have not proposed yet, sir, and even if you had, I would not accept. Harlots might find you and your payments irresistible but I, for one, cannot stand to be around you. There’s not enough money in the world to make me marry you."

"Well then, I suppose it's quite fortunate that I don't intend to pay you a single cent," Benjamin replied. "The only person I truly need to convince is your father. And given his pleasure with our arrangement, I don't imagine that'll be too difficult. I can be very convincing."

Her request to not be perceived nearly made him grin. Emma was so bloody dramatic. Was it truly any wonder she was still unmarried? Lovely though she was, spinsterhood was clearly nipping at her heels from miles away.

"Oh, come now," he admonished. "You can't tell me anyone else is interested in marrying you. Why not just cut your losses and accept when someone is finally, finally willing to give you a chance? After all..." He shrugged. "I doubt very few are capable of handling that tongue of yours."

Emma's temper swelled. “I am not blushing," she seethed. "And even if I was it is not because of you. It’ll take far more than a pretty face to make me swoon. Especially when your mere presence is all but nauseating."

Benjamin chuckled. "Let the record show that you've called me 'pretty' on this night at least three times. You're not very good at dissuading me..." Nor was she very good at acting. At least he had performed several plays at Yale, all of which were now aiding in his ridiculous (if not wholly entertaining) ruse.

Emma's tone turned dangerously calm despite the stormy quality of her eyes. She threatened avoidance -- probably wise, given their not-so-veiled threats -- and it wasn't until she gave her final warning that he finally laughed, incredulous.

"I have never taken what isn't offered to me, and I don't intend to start now," Benjamin rebuffed. "This is a business transaction, Miss Dunster, not one of your silly little feminine fantasies, so I wholly intend to 'keep my hands to myself.' Just as no one would ever pay you to accept my proposal, no one could ever pay me to slip into your chambers for a dalliance." He huffed. "You're so frigid that I'd probably freeze my pego right off."

All right, perhaps this was finally the quip to push things too far... Despite the sneer he forced himself to wear, Benjamin could feel his own head reeling at such ribald cruelty.

[taitavva]

"he's totally flirting with me" (pego voice)

[animusiem]

Billboard USA Exclusion Zone Episode 1 (02/04/2023)

Welcome everyone to my new blog series where I talked about every new entries from Billboard Global Excl. US chart from this week till beyond. I will be giving a sentence or two about the songs debuted. Let's not waiting any longer let's go!

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18. "MOONLIGHT SUNRISE" by TWICE

I always love TWICE because they usually have fresh sounds and I do prefer their style than Blackping. Having said that, I will admit that this is not on par with their standard. But it's still pretty good and I love the percussion on there.

70. "Komet" by Udo Lindenberg & Apache 207

This is why I love this chart. Without US in the equation, you let song from other countries to shine. In this case it's a great pop rock cut by a rock veteran and a rapper from Germany. Great find.

122. "Ahora Que" by Quevedo

This is basically the Spanish version of Industry Baby but more subdued and the bass swamped up the mix. I do still think Quevedo voice is sexy.

148. "Rush" by Ayra Starr

Oh my god this song is beautiful. Ayra Starr vocal is heavenly, the production is stellar, and the instrumentation are lush but also very modern. Highly recommended.

167. "GOSSIP" by Maneskin ft. Tom Morello

You know I always thought that Maneskin is a poor man's QUEEN BEE and this song just prove me that. I do love Tom Morello guitar here, but the lyrics are very shallow. I know it might be because of the language barrier, but they're just not hitting home how American music industry are exploitative. Still Tom Morello saved this track.

168. "Coracao de Gelo by WIU

Yeah I don't think I will get Brazilian or Lusophone music scene beside Ai Se Eu Te Pego.

180. "Apna Bana Le (From "Bhediya")" by Arjit Singh & Sanchin-Jigar

I actually used to watched a lot of Bollywood movies but they were from like the 80's and 90's. So color me impressed that they managed to bring those sound and modernized it with contemporary instruments.

194. "Those Eyes" by New West

Okay so this is apparently is going viral on TikTok in Southeast Asian region but especially where I'm from Indonesia, and ngl it's kinda surreal that my country could impact the Billboard chart in any capacity but here we are.

199. "I Love You" by back number

It's a back number song, so expect a gentle production about being in love and the conviction from Iyori Shimizu about as romantic as your average The Fray song.

I encourage all of the readers to listen to these songs!

[rascunhosescondidos]

- E hoje falaremos de que? Pois é...

Sempre que me pego em frente a tela buscando “AQUELA” inspiração, percebo que acabo sempre lendo os meus “anônimos” favoritos, não digo isso de forma pejorativa, mas de certo, valorizando em grande parte, autores que estão por aí, tentando buscar seu merecido espaço.

É... Sem dúvida nem imaginam que estou a lê-los...

Que anoto suas ideias, estudo suas palavras e suas formas particulares (quase únicas) de exporem o que sentem, de questões existenciais a provocações que tanto me agradam, fato é que eu os leio.

A verdade é que tenho mais gosto em prestigiar os “popular voices” mesmo, pessoas comuns, que simplesmente representam o meu constante estado de construção (ou desconstrução) e que sem saberem, me norteiam ao autoconhecimento e a retidão.

O paradoxo, como já diria Edward O. Wilson é que “estamos nos afogando em informações, e famintos de sabedoria”, somos o que consumimos e mesmo que hoje tenhamos uma infinidade de opções, de razões e motivos para evoluir, é importante sempre nos questionar...

"Do que realmente estamos nos alimentando?"

Portanto, (re)avalie suas referências, se permita ouvir novas vozes, dê oportunidade a novos pensamentos, questione, se inspire e lembre-se “a consciência social é alimentada pela consciência de cada pessoa”.

👀 E aí, como anda a sua consciência?

[esuemmanuel]

¿Soledad, qué tienes en tu seno? Que sólo quiero prenderme de él para beber la vida hasta drenar el mundo ¿Qué tienen tus labios? ¿Qué tiene tu boca, que a tu lengua me pego para olvidar mi propia voz? No hay júbilo en este corazón si no es a tu lado en donde su latir se escucha…

— Esu Emmanuel©️, What do you have, Soledad, in your bosom that I just want to hold onto it to drink life until the world is drained? What do your lips have, what does your mouth have, that I stick to your tongue to forget my own voice? There is no joy in this heart if it is not next to you where its beat is heard...

[honorhearted]

“If I said I didn’t enjoy some aspects of the social scene, I’d be lying…”

"There's no shame in that," Benjamin was quick to reassure, sensing her slight embarrassment. "Perhaps it's not so readily encouraged here, but I happen to find personal differences refreshing. If we all loved the same things, what would be the purpose in existing at all? What would we truly be, were there no challenges?" Expressing a sheepishness of his own, he added, "But then, perhaps that's just the part of me that enjoys philosophizing. I'm not trying to be a blowhard."

Penelope appeared sweetly supportive, as usual. “Oh, I  hardly believe that, Mr. Tallmadge," she said. "Admittedly, you’ve already managed to captivate me.”

Benjamin laughed, his eyes crinkling in disbelief. "Where were you when I was growing up?" he teased. "I could've used the moral support while Gerald Wilkins was calling me a 'carbuncle-arsed moppet.'"

Despite the warmth in his voice and posture, the air grew decidedly tense once Penelope stepped forward, her brow creasing with uncertainty. “You said before that our mingling might make some of tonight’s guests jealous…” 

Benjamin turned to better face her, regarding her with a hint of curiosity. "I did, yes," he agreed. "It's the natural state of these vultures to be suspicious, and their suspicions often lead to intrigue and jealousy."

Penelope hesitated, then said in a rush, “Would you perhaps be interested in…in aiding me in finding a husband this season?” 

Oh... Although Benjamin's first instinct was to laugh -- surely, she didn't think he was a prime expert on the marriage mart? -- the pleading look in her wide, helpless eyes was enough to silence all jest. "You're serious," he said. It was a statement, not a question.

Mortified, Penelope floundered, “I-it’s just that – well, attention from a foreigner is always deserving of turning a few heads, and with your superior intellect, perhaps you could help me in my endeavor to find a suitor…It’s possible that if some believed you were seeking to court me…” 

Benjamin hesitated. As a bit of a loner, he rather detested the spotlight, and yet as he peered over his shoulder and caught sight of Cressida Cowper assessing them with her sharp, calculating eyes, his spine stiffened and he nodded. "Desire begets desire," he agreed. "If you're suddenly targeted as a potential bride, the fools will finally take note of what's been here all along."

Finally, Benjamin's posture relaxed again and he grinned. "Men really aren't so complicated, you know," he said. "I can assure you: whenever women claim men are tamed by their pegos and stomachs, it's completely true...if you can excuse the colorful language, of course." He held out a hand. "Shall we go back inside? I can't very well show my 'unrestrained passions' if we're out of sight. We can start simple...a dance, I imagine? And I can become more vocal within the week. By that time, I expect you'll at least have a basic grasp of how simple we menfolk truly are."

Penelope loved dancing, which was why it was such a shame she didn���t get to very often. When Ben had offered, she’d nearly leaped at the chance, but her desire to know Mr. Tallmadge was much deeper. He’d been kind and gracious to her, much more so than most men around the ton. 

“Perhaps we’ll even make a few potential suitors jealous.”

The statement had been harmless, humorous even, but it also prompted Penelope to think about the potential behind it, and as they idly strolled along the much quieter and less populated balcony, she couldn’t help but entertain the idea of the eligible bachelors this season becoming jealous simply because a foreigner had stepped in and paid her closer attention. 

“I loathe parties, truth be told,” Mr. Tallmadge admitted freely. “Being amongst strangers…it’s never been a comfort. I far prefer spending time with a few close friends.”

“If I said I didn’t enjoy some aspects of the social scene, I’d be lying…” She replied sheepishly, “Though I agree, the company of close friends is far preferable.”

She thought of Eloise and the rest of the Bridgerton family. Despite their status and popularity, they were a lovely bunch who welcomed her into their home as though she were one of them. She was even permitted to share the second sitting room that was meant for family members rather than guests. Sometimes Penelope wished she herself was a Bridgerton, blessed with insurmountable favor, gifted with admirable talents, and possessing effortless beauty. 

“I’ll also admit that beyond my books and stories of yesteryear, I’m not that terribly interesting. Whatever you’re hoping to learn, I hope my stories live up to your expectations…”

“Oh, I  hardly believe that, Mr. Tallmadge. Admittedly, you’ve already managed to captivate me.”

Goodness. Had she truly just been so openly transparent? Almost immediately, his wry smile distracted her from any and all concern. 

“Then again, I did just eviscerate one of your acquaintances before man and God. Knowing my luck, that was probably our ‘esteemed author’ I just insulted.”

The joke earned a stifled little snort. As if Cressida Cowper could ever hope to be clever enough to write on the same level as Lady Whistledown. With a soft clearing of her throat, Penelope mustered her nerve and stepped forward. 

“You said before that our mingling might make some of tonight’s guests jealous…” 

With her hands clasped over her stomach, she briefly glanced downward as she attempted to regrasp her courage. 

“Would you perhaps be interested in…in aiding me in finding a husband this season?” 

His glance prompted her to flush and she stammered before continuing, “I-it’s just that – well, attention from a foreigner is always deserving of turning a few heads, and with your superior intellect, perhaps you could help me in my endeavor to find a suitor…It’s possible that if some believed you were seeking to court me…” 

There was really no need for her to complete her sentence for her companion to understand her meaning, so Penelope waited, near trembling with anticipation of his answer.

[dxdx]

♪30 SONGS♪

1:A song you like with a color in the title

J.Balvin-Amarillo

2:A song you like with a number in the title

Lola Índigo - 4 besos

3:A song that reminds you of summertime

Henry Méndez - Tiburón

4:A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about

Antonia - Jameia

5:A song that needs to be played LOUD

I don't know if this is refering to a song that needs to be played loud just because its an awesome and enjoyable song or if it needs to be played out loud because people need to hear the song's message??? Lets suppose is the second thing lol since the next question is about a song that makes you want to dance

Lady Gaga - Born this way

Even its meant to be just one song i want to put this one too: The Script - Hall of Fame

6:A song that makes you want to dance

Daddy Yankee - Rompe

7:A song to drive to

SOLTEROSKI POR SI TE GUSTOSKI

8:A song about drugs or alcohol

Chase Atlantic - Okay

9:A song that makes you happy

•MKTO - Classic

•Andra - Inevitabil va fi bine

•Álvaro Soler - Sofía

10:A song that makes you sad

There are quite a few lol even thought i dont like to listen to these kind of songs, here are they :

•Naughty Boy - La La La

•MIIA - Dynasty

•Chord Overstreet - Hold on

11:A song that you never get tired of

•GCH - Stereo Hearts

•Rixton - Me and my broken heart

•Coscuella - Prrrum

12:A song from your preteen years

Rihanna and Eminem - Love the way you lie

Ke$ha - Tik tok

Michel Teló - Ai Se Eu Te Pego

13:One of your favorite 80’s songs

Sabrina - Boys Boys Boys

14:A song that you would love played at your wedding

Prince Royce - Carita de Inocente

15:A song that is a cover by another artist

•Lion: La Voz - Toxic

•Travis Cormier - Dream On

16:One of your favorite classical songs

Dont have one

17:A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke

Pluma Gay

18:A song from the year that you were born

Benny Benassi - Satisfaction

19:A song that makes you think about life

Again, cant choose only one lmao

•Fall Out Boy - Centuries

•Smiley - Acasa

•Smiley - Cai verzi pe pereti

•5SOS - Old me

20:A song that has many meanings to you

I dont have one or at least i cant remember one right now but i think it must be my childhood songs

21:A favorite song with a person’s name in the title

Danna Paola - Oye Pablo

22:A song that moves you forward

SIA - Never Give Up

23:A song that you think everybody should listen to

•The Score - Bulletproof

•Bryce Fox - Horns

•grandson - Blood in the water

•Adam Jensen - The Mystic

•MISSIO - Dizzy

•Cali y el Dande - Por siempre

24:A song by a band you wish were still together

Dont have one or cant remeber it lol

25:A song by an artist no longer living

Avicii - The Nights

26:A song that makes you want to fall in love

•Morat - Cuando Nadie Ve

•Dvicio - Paraíso

•Dvicio - Enamórate

•Dvicio - 5 sentidos

•Efecto Pasillo - No Importa Que Llueva

27:A song that breaks your heart

•Salvatore Ganacci - Dive

•Jin BTS - Epiphany

28:A song by an artist with a voice that you love

•Maroon 5 - One More Night

•David Bisbal - Al-Ándalus

29:A song that you remember from your childhood

Selena Gomez - Tell Me Something I Don't Know

30:A song that reminds you of yourself

•Maroon 5 - Memories

•SIA - Cheap Thrills

[sometime-in-1995]

I can't wait to hear Kyuhyun's voice in Lo Siento, Otra Vez and in Ahora Te Puedes Marchar like I know it's gonna be better just like how he did when they sang Ai Se Eu Te Pego 💙

[mardetragediasx]

Mami… Papi… no me callen en la mesa de los hombres

It’s exhausting being the oldest daughter in a Mexican household. I’m technically the middle child since my older sister is living in Mexico. But it’s exhausting when you have to deal with stereotypes, homophobia, and machismo.

Okay so there are upsides to living in a Mexican household but there are some internalized societal and generational racism, colorism, homophobia, and machista rhetoric happening. Not only that but alcoholism is very common. I’m not trying to stereotype that all Mexicans have alcoholism but some of my family members have alcohol-related issues that are affecting their everyday life.

Anyway…

I will never forget a particular conversation I had with some relatives when I was younger. We would go over to their home for dinner on Saturdays. My mom would make rice and salad to bring for the big feast. I would either help out or finish up some homework during the day. My mom would tell us to dress nicely because it wouldn’t be right if we showed up looking a mess. This is understandable but it was always exhausting having to dress up to impress a tia that would constantly gossip and be toxic to others. Whatever, I would go along with what my mom would ask of me and my sister.

My dad would buy a case of beers and if he was feeling fancy that evening, he would buy a case of Modelo Especial: Negra. I didn’t understand the hype around it at all. But the men enjoyed it when we would go over for dinner.

Ah…

Pause.

The tíos and my dad are going to be drinking tonight.

Sigh.

So I always had to brace myself because I knew they would dive into some intense conversations and break out of their “perfect husband/father” character. Time to call them out on this!

My mother and father hated when I would call the tíos and primos out during these dinners. My tía knew not to bring up anything “controversial” around me because I would just ask her follow-up questions and bring it back to how she grew up with these ideologies. My mom would give me a particular stare when I would start correcting my uncles about some of the conversations they were starting to make. 

Well during one of these conversations, I triggered one of my uncles. He was enraged. My dad told him to calm down because was a grown adult trying to argue with a child, me. Surprisingly, that day my dad did not stop me from speaking up. He let me carry on with the conversation and my mom didn’t say much. They knew I was right and I always stood my ground. 

My uncle was telling his wife (my tia) to serve him another plate because the soccer match was getting intense and he didn’t want to miss it. My tia was still eating and she stopped, picked up his plate, and went to serve him. I watched him staring at the TV and rolled my eyes. My cousin raised his eyebrow at me and I told him, “¿Que tanto le cuesta de servirse un plato, eh?” and my cousin put his index finger as if he were shushing me. My uncle looked at me and asked me, “que dijiste?” and I continued to eat. I looked at him and shrugged. He sucked his teeth and continued to watch the game. My tia was taking a while and he took notice and yelled out, “Oye vieja, apurate. Fuiste a matar la vaca o que?”. 

No one paid him any attention because he was always like this. It was normal. 

It infuriated me. It ignited a lot of anger in me. The way everyone has spoken to my mom, tias, and primas is so unfair. The way relatives that I’ve loved for so long have not stood up for the most important woman in their lives. Yet, here I am speaking up and trying not to cry because that would just make my argument “invalid”. If I were to start crying, everyone would just roll their eyes and start asking me why am I crying? Why cry and not get my point across? My cousin looked at his dad and told him to “stop”. My uncle told him, “callate el hosico o te pego” and I lost my cool. I stopped eating and with my voice slightly raised, “Oye… si no te gusta que tu sirvienta se tarde, porque no te paras para servir tu plato, eh?”. He was so livid and called me a “niña malcreada” and my dad looked at him. My dad was red and the anger in his voice was different to when he would get angry at me and my sister.

My dad yelled at him, “Por eso es que tus hijos no te aprecian. Callate si no te va peor. Mi hija es mas educada que el hijo tuyo. Tal palo esta la astilla. Callate el hocico tuyo”. They started arguing and ignored the soccer match that was taking place on tv. My mom signaled to me and my sister that we should leave. We were all still eating and I nodded my head. Once we were done eating, my tia pulled me aside and said she never challenges him. She knows how he can get and she lets things be. I remember looking at her confused and hugged her. I felt bad that she had to accept his abuse and continue to provide for her kids. It made me think how many parents stay together for the sake of their kids but it does more damage than good. 

We left that night and my mom scolded me for sparking up a conversation like that during dinner. I understood where she was coming from but I told her I would defend her the same way I did there. My dad patted me on the head and said, “mi hija es bien cabrona”*. I laughed and reflected on the things my parents have taught me and the things I’ve witnessed within our family. I told them never to hush me when I’m around men that are used to down-talking women. I don’t like that and I will never let someone talk over me.

[summer-reputation]

Over my grave

It hurts me every time

Every fucking time you bring it to surface

Knowing it's gonna get me drown

I'm falling into disgrace

Why can't you see

The way you're tearing me apart

I could never do what you're doing to me

I would never let you be bury

Just like you did

.

When they chose me to sacrifice

I gave in your hands my life to decide

Between the flowers and the gallow

You choose some empty speech

Over my coffin to recite

Tributes to my past life

How did you mourn my death

But in the autopsy under the cause was your name

.

Your fingerprints were all over my body

"it was a unfortunately fate happenstance"

Saying what your friend wrote on the script

The perpetrators of my homicide got away scatheless

And then sent roses to my crypt

.

I could never do what you constantly do to me

I never know (never knew) never know

Should I be here should I go

Should I ever come back like I always do

In some way they know (you knew)

What I would never be (enough for you)

.

Break my heart once again

I'll be running to under the tree

Listening to the same voices brought by the breeze

I get a knife to defend myself to tear my throat apart

To carve our initials on the wood inside a heart

Drink cheap wine on a sunday summer night

Hoping to empty the bottle

Fill it with what I'm feeling inside

.

Laying six feet underground

They kill me and I apologize

I would do anything for you

It's so frustrating realize

Will you ever love me again like on the first day?

Will you ever feel the same way

I never know (I never knew)

.

I gave myself completely to a lost cause

At the end the gods ask my spirit

Why can't I forgive the hands that suffocated my life

And I answer on my knees

Has he ever truly loved me?

.

.

.

Tradução:

Sobre meu túmulo

Me dói toda vez

Toda vez que você traz isso à tona

Sabendo que vai me afogar

Estou caindo em desgraça

Por que você não pode ver

O jeito que você está me despedaçando

Eu nunca poderia fazer o que você está fazendo comigo

Eu nunca deixaria você ser enterrado

Assim como você fez

.

Quando eles me escolheram para sacrificar

Eu dei em suas mãos minha vida para decidir

Entre as flores e a forca

Você escolhe algum discurso vazio

Sobre meu caixão para recitar

Homenagens à minha vida passada

Como você lamentou minha morte

Mas na autópsia embaixo da causa estava o seu nome

.

Suas impressões digitais estavam por todo o meu corpo

"foi infelizmente um acaso do destino"

Dizendo o que seu amigo escreveu no roteiro

Os autores do meu homicídio escaparam ilesos

E então enviaram rosas para minha cripta

.

Eu nunca poderia fazer o que você constantemente faz comigo

Eu nunca sei (nunca soube) nunca sei

Devo estar aqui devo ir

Devo voltar como sempre faço

De alguma forma eles sabem (você sabia)

O que eu nunca seria (o suficiente para você)

.

Quebre meu coração mais uma vez

Eu estarei correndo para debaixo da árvore

Ouvindo as mesmas vozes trazidas pela brisa

Eu pego uma faca para me defender para rasgar minha garganta

Para esculpir nossas iniciais na madeira dentro de um coração

Beber vinho barato em uma noite de verão de domingo

Na esperança de esvaziar a garrafa

Preencher com o que estou sentindo

.

A sete palmos abaixo do chão

Eles me matam e eu peço perdão

Eu faria qualquer coisa por você

É tão frustrante perceber

Você vai me amar novamente como no primeiro dia?

Alguma dia você vai se sentir da mesma maneira?

Eu nunca sei (eu nunca soube)

.

Eu me entreguei completamente a uma causa perdida

No final os deuses perguntam ao meu espírito

Por que não posso perdoar as mãos que sufocaram minha vida

E eu respondo de joelhos

Ele algum dia me amou de verdade?