#DONT LET IT FLOP MAKE IT BOP

[chrismho]

I’m going to be so annoying about Elemental 

[oprahsboobs]

I literally made my dream comes true in less than 15 minutes

[binniesthighs]

two tails | reader x minho |

One 

Pairing: self insert, female reader x lee minho 

Genre: strangers to lovers, neighbors to lovers, fluff 

Tags: neighbors au, comfort fic, catowner!minho, catowner!reader, author!reader, bestfriend!seungmin, agedup!skz, slow burn, plot-driven, gradual romance, meet cute scenarios, lil bit of angst, strained parental relationship, explicit language 

Word count: 3.9k 

Chapters 

P | ONE | TWO

homebody noun 

: one whose life centers around the home. 

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Grocery stores are a cursed place. Horrible. You might have guessed that if there were to be a special layer of hell to be reserved for you (which you sure as hell wished there wasn’t) it would likely be a grocery store. 

Firstly, they are one of the messiest places that you could ever experience. Have you seen the ways that those beige-y grey floors get caked with dirt and smudges from who knows what? Have you seen the dirt and grime that hides under those produce shelves? Secondly, why is it that everyone always feels the need to get so close to eachother crammed in those isles? Why is it that you have to do that awkward shuffle when your cart and someone else’s cart gets in each other’s way and you have to do the “no you go first” and “no, you go first.” 

You prayed that you had been good enough in this life to escape some kind of grocery-store induced hellscape. 

Partly it was Bomi’s fault. Temperamental nuisance. Three days into her newest bag of cat food and she suddenly decided to go on a hunger strike. The internet  had told you that perhaps she just didn’t like the flavor. Little did the internet know that you had nearly already tried every other flavor there was, even the expensive ones. 

You stared down to your crinkled up list filled with the ramblings of an attempted grocery list and other absentminded doodles. 

DONT FORGET STUPID NEW CAT FOOD 

Under the reminder, you had drawn an angry little cat face with Bomi’s characteristic calico facial splotches. 

“Damn cat. You’re lucky that I still love you.” You uttered under your breath. 

The wheels of your cart screeched as you turned the corner into the pet isle. Of course, you were the lucky one that had to pick the cart that had only three functioning wheels and whined like your mother over the phone. You cringed to yourself, bearing through the sound and the two glances from a mother and her child throwing an obscenely large bag of dog food into their totally normal cart. 

You didn’t need to, but you mouthed a tiny “sorry” to them as you passed them. 

The tall metal racks appeared to touch those flickering fluorescent lights above them as you perused them, glancing over all of the brands which you had undoubtedly purchased one time or the other. 

Tuna, salmon, tuna and salmon, tuna and veggies, salmon and veggies... 

What would it be that Bomi would tolerate this time? Was it grains that she didn’t like? Wet food? 

Merely looking at the prices for the canned cat food sprung such a headache that you wished you hadn’t looked at them at all. But, if it was what your princess would eat... 

On the highest shelf, your gaze caught a brand that you hadn’t seen before, so you summoned your strength to stand on your tip-toes, stretching up your arm as far as you possibly could, teetering just a little... 

“Al...most--” 

“Here, I can get that, let me just--” 

“--Oh no, it’s fine, I can reach it, thank you--” 

“--It’s alright, I’ve almost got it...” 

His elegant fingers got tangled up with yours. Had your determination been any weaker, he would have snatched it up all himself, but...

He chuckled a little. “Are you sure?” 

You turned your head to affirm, “Positiv--Minho?” 

“Y/n?” 

You had finally had the little can in your grasp, only to feel it slip out of your fingers in your shock. 

The terrible sound of the aluminum can hitting Minho’s head and glasses bonked between your fumbling arms, working just too slow. 

“Ssss-OW!” 

Minho’s hand went immediately to rub at the top of his head with eyes tightly shut. 

“Oh my god!!! Are you okay?” 

Instinctually you swooped in to see if any harm had been done. 

“Ah-I’m fine, don’t--I’m fine.” 

Your neighbor patted down his head, trying to craft a smile for you under his painfully crossed brows. 

“Are you sure? I-I’m so sorry. God, I’m so stupid and clumsy, don’t you think that you have a concussion or something?” 

He laughed out a sharp chuckle, then winced at what the action did to his head. “I don’t think so.” 

“Are you sure about that?” If he could have heard, he would have noticed your heart anxiously beating at a hundred times per second. 

“It’s okay, really, I’ve had worse things thrown at my head.” 

“What the hell could be worse???” 

“You don’t want to know.” He maintained his hopeful grin. 

Even after being assaulted by cat food, he was still just as beautiful as you remembered. 

“Oh! Your glasses!! Where did those go??” 

Frantically, you spun around, shoving your cart aside with another startling screee. Quickly you found them nearest the bird seed. 

“Here. Here you go, I hope that they’re not broken.” 

“Mm-doesn’t look like it.” Minho inspected them. 

“Oh thank God.” 

He huffed out one more little scoff-sounding laugh. “At least you’ve got the cat food that you wanted now. 

“Yeah, but at what cost?” 

“I said don’t worry about me.” 

Minho fluffed his hair back into place, likely hiding another rub to his throbbing head. 

What even does one say to someone who you nearly wrecked with cat food? 

“You uhh--what are you doing here?” 

“The same as you, getting cat food.” Minho snatched a bag of food from a lower shelf. “With three mouths to feed you tend to run out pretty fast.” 

“Oh! I-uh...can imagine.” 

“Weird shopping here like I live here now...never thought that would happen. I’m still getting used to everything around here; never knew that I would end up back living with my mom...and at my age.” 

“Don’t-don’t feel bad! It’s a nice area around here! At least I think, and it’s a... nice grocery store...” 

You did not think that it was a nice grocery store, but it seemed like the right thing to say. 

Minho smiled back at you warmly, just as he had done back on your doorstep, tabby cat in his arms. You had wanted to see it again. 

“-Guess that means I’ll be seeing you around here more often too then.” He took the cat food can--his ex-assailant-- to drop into your cart. 

“I guess so...and sorry, again.”

“Really don’t worry about it!” Minho rolled up his hands into little sweater paws on the handle of his cart. “I’ll see you later then.” 

“See...you...” 

Your words trailed behind him, seeing as he had already started wheeling away. As soon as he was out of an earshot, you cursed yourself out terribly--another habit you had developed since living alone; you really were your only company. 

“God, Oh god. Now he thinks that I’m a recluse and a wreck, oh god--” 

“--Hey! Watch where you’re going!!” 

An old man with a newsboy cap griped before you nearly collided with him and his cart full of diet sodas. 

“Sorry!! I’m so sorry!” You bowed profusely in apology while removing yourself from the isle as fast as you could.

Grocery stores really were your own kind of personal hell. 

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The cold metal of the bus stop sign dissolved into your sweating forehead while you watched the springtime sunset fade out before you. It really was pretty, and it was just enough to distract you from how weighed down your backpack and numerous reusable bags felt. Had your hands been free, you would have taken a picture. 

What time is it even? 

Your watch was restricted by the number of straps around your wrists. Sometimes stepping outside of your home and onto the sidewalk was draining enough to make you feel like scurrying back inside. Big trips like this however, had you falling asleep in those uncomfy plastic chairs in (also) disgustingly messy buses. 

To your right, you heard the usual hum of the number 10 bus wheel up. 

“Wait! Wait!! Hold the bus!!” 

Hurried footsteps came patting behind you, followed with shallow running breaths. 

Hair bopping and cardigan flopping a little like wings behind him, Minho sprinted to the doors. 

“Take a seat ma’am.” The bust driver snapped you out of your embarrassment over seeing him one more time than you would have liked. 

“Ah-sorry, I will.” 

You shuffled your way near back of the bus and attempted to hide your face behind your bags decorated with none other than flowers and cartoon cats. 

“Please don’t see me, please don’t see me.” You chanted under your breath while your neighbor looked for a seat. 

“Y/n? Heh, I just keeping running into you don’t I?” 

“Minho!!!!” You piped, just a little too animatedly. “Huh! Didn’t figure I would see you here...too...” 

Minho slid into the booth across from you. “I mean, it makes sense, we’re going to the same place basically.” 

“Don’t you...have a car or something?” 

“I do, but I figured that the grocery store was close enough, although, I didn’t really factor in how all of this would weigh a ton.” 

“Hm, I never really do as well.” 

A pair of older lades glared over at the two of you, clearly displeased that you were disrupting their peaceful bus ride. Minho cowered under their piercing and aged brown eyes, then stealthily slid into the seat next to you. 

His washed out jeans brushed up against your leggings, and you felt your hairs stand on end. If there was someone out there who decided if you went to a hellscape grocery store, they must have also been able to mask the smell of your sweat. You hoped that they were listening to your pleading requests. 

“It’s a really a nice evening isn’t it?” 

Minho peered out your window at the little shops and bustling streets beside you. The sidewalks were decorated with little skinny trees here and there which had just started to bloom with the buds of leaves and flowers. There was a peaceful air about the scene that reminded everyone that the cold would soon be gone for good, and the sky swirled into pinks and purples. 

“Oh! Yes, yes it is.” 

You tried your best to ignore the fact he was leaning into you slightly. 

“So. What else do you do besides be a cat parent and a part-time chucker of canned goods?”

You wanted to crawl in a hole once you saw his adorable grin once more. “I-I have a job, a couple actually.” 

“A couple? And what are they?” 

“I teach online college courses in creative writing and English.” your glasses fell a little down your nose bridge, so you adjusted them accordingly, “I also edit for a small publishing company--but that’s more of a side thing.” 

“That’s...a lot of writing and things like that.” 

“Well, it’s what I went to school for, and, I don’t mind...although my mother--” 

“--Have you written anything yourself? Anything that I could read?” 

You felt your cheeks set ablaze with heat. “You?! Oh no no no no.” 

“What?” A mischievous grin overtook Minho’s adorable one. “Do you write provocative content?” 

“No! I do not!” Your tone turned more defensive than you had intended. 

“Well, what do you write? Even if you did write that kind of stuff, I wouldn’t mind. Provocative contents are trendy these days.” 

“I didn’t even say that I write in the first place!” 

“I just assumed seeing as you seem to do other things in this field...so, what do you write?” 

“It’s embarrassing, and I don’t owe you the knowledge!!” 

Minho reached over your fuming body to pull at the bus cord, letting out the little stop requested tune. 

“What is it that you do then?” 

“Something boring and business-y that you wouldn’t care to know about. It’s definitely not as interesting as what you do I’m sure.” 

Your neighbor gathered up his bags while the bus slowed to the stop. 

“You coming?” 

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[19:07] 

me: seung, i’m such a fool. you will not believe 

seungmo: should I even guess? what? Bomi yack during your online lecture again? 

me: no, worse. 

seungmo: i’m listening. 

i guess i don’t really have a choice though don’t I? 

you’re just gonna tell me anyway aren’t you? 

The cat in question purred in your lap, permitting you your usual one hour of cat-attention a day like she would during the evenings. After your day of embarrassment, you had hunkered down on your favorite place on the couch, swaddled in blankets with the TV playing some nature show that you had been trying to pay attention to. Somehow, the thought that Minho living just doors away made it all seem even worse; you were bound to see him again. 

You bit your lip and started tapping away at your phone screen, regaling the entire tale to your best friend--who frankly had enough of your awkward “you-isms.” However, no matter how socially insecure you were, Seungmin appeared to stick by you. In fact, it was one of your “you-isms” that had brought the two of you together. 

Four years ago at that pet shelter where you had got Bomi, Seungmin was there too looking for a dog. It was Bomi’s skittish self that leapt out of her cage and into Seungmin’s arms when his dog started barking. Bomi had nearly destroyed Seungmin’s sweater by the way that she had clawed into him. Of course, you took her crime upon yourself and insisted on buying him a new sweater. After an exchange of phone numbers, he hadn’t gotten bored of you yet. Bomi had always liked him more than you--the traitor. 

[19:18] 

me: ...and then he showed up on the bus, just as I had thought that I had escaped, and then started berating me about what I do for a living. 

seungmo: are you sure he wasn’t just asking questions, NOT berating? 

me: it felt like it. 

seungmo: and why are you telling me all of this? 

me: bc I wanted you to give me some comfort?? or reassurance?? isn’t that what friends do? 

seungmo: what do you want me to say? I’m sorry, that was really embarrassing? get over it? stuff like that happens to you all the time y/n, I don’t know why you are making such a big teal of it. 

*deal of it. 

me: wow, you’re being of such help. 

seungmo: you’re overthinking it. as always. 

me: but i’ll have to SEE HIM again. 

Seungmin’s little three writing dots disappeared, and you waited in silent anxiety for what he would say next. 

[19:24] 

seungmo: you’ve got a crush on him don’t you 

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The evening sky had darkened, and you felt the air temperature begin to drop. It wasn’t unbearable however, and you had prepared yourself well with your giant sheep-like blanket wrapped around your shoulders. The cold wire chair that you sat in was undoubtedly pressing shapes into your bare legs crossed up on it, but you never seemed to mind it. 

Bomi yowled behind the sliding glass door to your backyard, so you allowed her to exit, making her a much happier cat. The two of you enjoyed these nights together deeply--they almost felt like a brief escape from life. Bomi would sneak around the edges of the fence, sniffing and looking rather suspicious when her green eyes would glow in the light of the house. Your glasses likely looked the same reflecting the light from your computer screen. 

You took one more sip of tea, then opened up your internet. A couple clicks, and you found the notification screen on your page. 

hearts: 267 

shares: 19 

comments: 21

Your eyes scanned over the little paragraphs that some of your readers had written for you. It made your heart swell with immense joy seeing the way that they had analyzed and picked apart every little part of your prose and how they would write IN ALL CAPITIAL LETTERS about how excited they were for your next chapter. 

~

I can’t wait for the next chapter! I’m DYING to know what was in that chest!! I really hope that Bomi can trust Davers. He just seems a little shady to me >////< 

YOU’RE INSANE FOR THIS. The fact that Bomi could fight off the dragon while Blaze was confessing his feelings for her??? I could never lollll 

 P L E A S E protect little Herbie. He’s such a cutie. I wish that hedgehog companions were real, I would take one with me everywhereeeee 

N/n, your writing is so so pretty!! I felt like I was right there in the scene with them! The way that you described the enchanted fountain had me drooling ahhh you’re such an inspiration to me as a writer!!! 

Blaze fanclub?? i’m trying to see somethin’ 

~

“If Blaze were real, I’d be the president of that fanclub.” You laughed out to yourself. 

Suddenly, you found you thoughts shifting from your dreamy Blaze to someone much less fictional. 

Crushes on boys who were real was much better than one’s who weren’t. It was nice admitting it to yourself at last. 

“Ahhhh” You sighed out, doing a little happy dance in your seat, then opened up the chat box to return to the replies. 

After responding to as many as you could, you opened up a new chapter. 

Chapter 22 

Blaze wiped off his sword, stained with the steel blue blood of the dragon, still steaming with heat underfoot. His disheveled deep black trellises were coated in his own sweat but it didn’t make him look any less dashing--per usual. 

“Princess Bomi, you still haven’t answered my question.” 

Bomi sheathed her own sword, then inspected her wooden shield for any more damage. For a moment, she thought that the claw marks made it look even more beautiful and intimidating. 

“Blaze. You know that I can’t talk about romance at a time like this, have you forgotten that the kingdom as stake?”  

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Bomi perched at her usual spot in the window, eyes fluttering closed before she would take her nap that would last for nearly the whole afternoon. You would have been lazing with her, but that would have to wait another hour or so: with your newest paycheck, you had decided to deliver some new flowers to yourself for your garden. 

The little array was spread out before you: yellow and purple pansies, pink tulips, fuchsia and baby pink peonies, and dainty while lilies of the valley were arranged where you had planned to adorn your front lawn. The aroma of the flowers lingering in the air was enough to make you feel as if you had transported yourself to the very magical gardens that you would be writing about that evening. 

A pair of songbirds chittered past, carrying their whistles behind them. For a brief moment, the sun shone directly onto your arms spotted with dirt and filled your whole body with warmth. Nothing was more peaceful than this. You took to work, crackling them out of their plastic pots, and digging at the earth in holes to hold them down. After a while, you felt the dew from the grass start to soak into your work-jeans, but it was a welcome little cool feeling. Next, you popped up to hose them down with your little attachment that made the water cascade like a rain-shower. You admired for a moment how the water would create little rainbows from the spray. 

“Ahem, uh-hi there!” 

You choked out a gasp before swinging around, aiming the hose like your sword to the startling voice. 

“STAY BACK!!’ 

You pointed the stream directly at them, only in your horror to see your neighbor, trademark cardigan and all, soaking wet from your weapon. 

“GOD! That’s cold.” 

The fabric hung onto him, adhering to every part of his body which was much more toned than you had expected.

Minho looked absolutely bewildered as the water dripped off his frame with sad little pat pat pats on the concrete sidewalk. 

“Oh God. Oh God. Minho, I’m so so sorry. I-I can’t believe that I keep doing this to you--” 

You nearly felt like crying, but for fear of embarrassing yourself further, you decided to turn around quickly in search of your rags. They were garden rags, but dry nonetheless. 

“Here, here, I-I think that these should help.” 

You dabbed at his body, although it was clear that this wasn’t helping in the slightest. 

“Stop, stop,” He pushed your hands away. “I just live next door, I’ll live being a little drenched.” 

“You realize that's an oxymoron right?” Your nervous hands continued dabbing. 

“A what??” Minho kindly laughed at your frantic hands. 

“It’s a...writing thing. Sorry...” 

“I really need to be careful around you don’t I?” 

Your mouth crinkled into a flustered line. “M’sorry.” 

“Can you quit apologizing?? Here, I came over to give you these, my mom made some extra side dishes so she wanted me to bring them over to you.” 

“Oh.” He handed you the little bundle of Tupperware containers. “Thanks.” 

“She also, or--I mean--I wanted to invite you over so that you could meet my cats...and! my mom. My mom too.” 

“You want me to come over?” 

“I did mention that I wanted to a little while ago didn’t I?” 

“Oh! You did...” 

“Does next Saturday work? Around 5?” 

“I-I can do five.” You brushed your muddied hand across your sweating brow. 

Minho scoffed, “You’ve...got something...on your...” 

“Oh! Oops.” You tried your best to wipe off the dirt, but you didn’t know you had only made it worse. 

Minho squeezed out his soaked sleeve to carefully raise it to your forehead. “Here, like this.” 

This close to you, his brown eyes deeply shone with the color of coffee, chocolate, the bark of forest trees after a spring rain, and a million other things that your writer brain could compare them to. 

“There. It’s all gone.” 

For a moment, you wondered if you really had fantasized him, or if he really was real. For you, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he was some kind of figment of your imagination: they usually were. 

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[1 missed call, Mom, 09:12] 

“Y/n are you there? Why is it that you never pick up your phone? I’ve told you so many times that you should pick up when I call. What if it’s an emergency? What if someone’s died?? Nevermind, I wanted to call and tell you my friend’s daughter is getting engaged and I’ve been invited to the bridal party. I think that you should come with. It’ll be good to get you out of that house. 

Why is it that you haven’t gotten yourself married yet? You know that you aren’t getting any younger?? Either way, call me back. You’ll need to bring a gift too. Its impolite to show up without a gift. 

Ah, I almost forgot. Your brother got a promotion at work; I’m not sure if he’s told you. We’ll be having dinner to celebrate this weekend. Can I count on you to be there? 

Also, how is the job search going? Your father has some more connections for you to speak to. You need to take advantage of every one of them. You’re so close to getting something that really matters. I can feel it. Ah, I just feel like you’re wasting away there sitting at that computer with those silly classes. It’s like, barely any contribution at all. You could be making so much more money. 

Anyway, call me back once you hear this. 

love you sweetie, talk soon. 

i know that its tuesday and i said I would publish on mondays shhh just pretend I published this yesterday ooP 

[thechangeling]

Eutony in a whisper

Genderbent kitty!!!! Thank you so much to El for letting me use her username.

Tiberia Blackthorn had grown up constantly having her boundaries violated to the point where she was trained to expect it. Right from a very young age people were always demanding things of her and her body. Telling her to hug people, be polite, make eye contact, eat your dinner without complaining, no matter how terrible the sensation of cooked vegetables is. Be nice. Put on a smile.

So Ty adapted, she learned to control herself in public and suppress her urges. The urge to move her hands, and tap and spin around or rock back and forth. She still did those things sometimes, but less so, and never in public. Ty had the tendency to be quite blunt and harsh with people, and her parents were absolutely not a fan. In fact most people weren't.

"You're so aggressive," was the comment she got the most. Right along with, "act like a lady!" Which wasn't fair because she was usually right in these situations. She was only being honest, but everyone seemed so afraid of the truth. So utterly unwilling to listen to anything she had to say.

After awhile she had just gotten used to it. So when people came to take things from her, she let it happen. Because it was polite. And when people touched her she let it happen because that's what she was supposed to do. Livvy tried to help Ty with boundries. Tried to teach her how to say no when men put their hands all over her. But Ty was so used to always having to say yes. And she didnt want to be rude.

So after years of, "you have to" and, "you'll get used to it," when Katherine (Kit) Herondale came blazing into her life and told her with such an easy going sincerity that she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to. Ty had honestly felt like she could cry.

Fast forward four years and they were in Kit's bedroom at Ciernworth and her 19th birthday had just passed. Kit was trying to master her first heir powers with no luck. Tessa had told her to try and focus on something that might work as a catalyst for her powers. Usually it had to be something that would trigger strong emotions, but nothing was working.

"I give up," Kit cried out, flopping back onto her giant bed, her blond curls spilling out around her. She groaned, squeezing her eyes shut. "I'm hopeless. There's no point." Ty fought the urge to reach for her. To stroke her hair, or touch that small sliver of bare skin on Kit's stomach from where her shirt was riding up.

"Don't say that!" Ty protested. "You've done it before remember?" Kit gave her a solemn look and Ty thought of the events that had taken place before Kit had made the riders disappear.

But things were different now. They had made up, and now they were dating. But the wounds would probably always be there.

Ty decided to reach over and touch Kit's face slightly. Instantly she stopped tensing up. "It'll be ok. I promise," Ty said softly. "You're more capable then you realize. I believe in you."

Kit stared at her, gaping a little. Her big blue eyes were filled with not only surprise, but overwhelming adoration. Kieran had once called Kit's eyes the colour of an ordinary sky, but Ty disagreed. They were the most beautiful baby blue colour. Soft and calming. Not too bright or overwhelming.

Ty smiled involuntarily, sliding her fingers through Kit's hair. "I don't believe in anything except you." Kit let out a harsh breath and gazed up at Ty with a soft, worshiping look. She smiled.

"Baby I just don't know what to do," Kit whispered. She looked a little scared. "I feel like I've tried everything." She squeezed Ty's free hand.

"I'm really scared," Kit admitted.

Ty was overwhelmed with a frightening intensity of emotions. She wanted to wrap Kit up in her arms and never let her leave. She wanted to go out and kill every single person or thing on the earth that was making her so afraid.

Ty shook her head feverishly. "Dont be scared," she said firmly. "I will protect you." Kit looked a little shocked at that, but then she broke out into a grin. She smiled at Ty like she was the greatest and most beautiful thing Kit had ever seen.

"Hey I know something we haven't tried yet." Kit smirked mischievously. She slid her arms carefully up Ty's sides and gripped her arms, pulling her down slowly.

"Kiss me," she murmered. Ty felt her heart do a flip as she instinctively brought their mouths together in a soft, slow kiss that rapidly became more passionate as Kit pulled Ty on top of her. Ty continued kissing her girlfriend as she placed her hands on Kit's and pushed them down, closer to the skin so that Kit was gripping her more tightly. Satisfied with the pressure, Ty weaved her fingers through Kit's long golden curly hair, stimming with the thick, rough peices.

Kit deepened the kiss and instantly Ty felt metal against her tounge from Kit's piercing. It was a weird sensation, but she could bear it. Ty dug her fingers into the blanket on the bed and felt the fabric. Kit was scratching slightly along her lower back, pulling at Ty's shirt. Ty moaned into her mouth before slowly breaking the kiss and leaning back.

"I dont think anything's happening love," Ty said apologetically. Kit pouted adorably. She looked Ty up and down slyly.

"Well theres only one way to be sure right?" She asked innocently. Ty rolled her eyes fondly and laughed

"If you wanted to make out with me all you had to do was tell me," she pointed out. Ty bopped Kit's nose lightly and Kit squished up her face. She brushed the hair out of Ty's face carefully. Ty avoided Kit's gaze.

"Are you ok?"

Ty was fiddling with the bed cover in her hand. "No it's fine. I was just getting a little overwhelmed." She lay her head down carefully against Kit's chest, breathing deep.

Kit pressed her face to the top of Ty's head, nuzzling her. "Say your words," she suggested. "Your favourite words."

Ty smiled at the fact that Kit still remembered. "I added some new ones."

Kit pressed a kiss to her head. "I wanna hear them if that's ok." Ty could hear the steady sound of her heart beating.

"Glass, twin, apple, stars, crystal, lilt, shadow," Ty stopped and looked up at Kit, staring into her piercing blue eyes.

"Whisper."

Kit looked like she was trying not to cry. "Whisper would be one of mine too." She quoted. Ty grinned and bent down to kiss Kit on the cheek.

"Mine," she whispered in Kit's ear. Kit shivered underneath her, gasping.

"That's one of your new words?" Her voice was shakey as Ty pressed a kiss to her pulse point.

"Yeah. One of them. Along with sister, remember and forever," Ty avoided Kit's gaze slightly. Kit squeezed her arm.

Ty shook her head, shaking herself out of thoughts of Livvy. They had finally found a spell to put things right and let her rest. It had been excruciatingly painful, letting her go for good. But Ty knew it was right. She had already caused too much damage.

"I'm fine," she reassured Kit. She traced the outline of her lips. "I also have another one. Wanna hear it?"

Kit's eyes shone as she kissed Ty's fingers. "Tell me."

Ty leaned over her, pressing their foreheads together. Ty's long dark hair fell like an ebony curtain, shielding their faces.

She closed her eyes, letting her emotions wash over her.

"Kit," she breathed.

"Yeah?" Kit answered, clearly puzzled.

Ty laughed, drawing away. "No. I mean Kit is one of my words," she explained.

An unreadable expression fell over Kit's face before she smiled in awe. "Really? One of your favourite words?" She seemed taken aback.

Ty reached for her, gently pushing a lock of blond hair out of her face. "My absolute favorite," she whispered.

"It's my favorite word in the whole world."

Kit made some sort of indescribable sound and grabbed at Ty's shirt, pulling her forward. "I love you so much," she whispered, pulling her into a brusing kiss.

As Ty kissed her back, framing Kit's face with her hands, a burst of light exploded, shining so bright Ty could see it through her closed eyelids.

She frantically broke the kiss and opened her eyes, completely unprepared for what she was about to see.

Kit was glowing.

@bedspells @ti-bae-rius @zfoxdraws @anxiousbookenthusiast @dianasarrow @julieandthefandoms @older-brother-kit @stxr-thxif @magnus-the-fabulous-entp-bane @waterlillies @thelandunderthehilll @doitforthecarstairs @banesbitch @talia-lightwood @jazzkaurtheglorious @flynnsupremacy @adoravel-fenomeno

[dailydianakko]

Zipper Au Drabble

Okay so I fell in love with @dianacavendishisgay Zipper au HARD, so I couldn’t help myself and wrote a diannakko drabble that (hopefully) fits into the universe! I may have sprinkled some of my own thoughts in there i am so sorry dont kill me. Anyway I hope you enjoy this fic!

Diana tugged her backpack strap and strode purposefully through the halls of Luna Nova University. Her final class had just let out and she was heading to the courtyard. Hannah and Akko had asked for an impromptu picnic, and Diana was more than happy to oblige. Once she had reached the end of the hallway, she pushed the heavy door open and walked out into the sun. Covering her eyes from the onslaught of the sunlight, she looked around. The weather was particularly nice out today. The sky was a cheery blue with frothy clouds dappled throughout, and the sun kept the earth warm. Diana headed down the path towards their meeting point. As she walked, she enjoyed looking at the mosaic of shadow splattered on the path from the tall oaks that lined the path. She definitely could see why her girls had asked for a picnic date. After a few short minutes, she saw Hannah off to the side, setting up one of the weathered picnic tables. Akko was nowhere in sight. Diana figured she’d be later. After all, Akko was a bearer of speed, though it didn’t ever seem to prevent her being late to class.

As Diana sped up to a jog, she felt the backpack jostle against her back obnoxiously. The noise must have alerted Hannah, because she  looked up from her preparations to give Diana a shout shout and a wave. “Danny!” Hannah ran up and gave Diana a quick peck on the cheek, the ambient static of Diana’s gift crackling between them slightly. As Hannah pulled away, she handed Diana a paper plate. “Akko is bringing some pizza over from that place she likes. Let’s hope she doesn’t run too fast and make the cheese run.” Hannah gave a small eye roll as Diana smiled slightly. Akko, as much as they both loved her, had a horrible habit of taking curves too fast when she ran. It almost always resulted in molten cheese on one side of the pizza with their toppings oozing over the crust and onto the cardboard.

Diana settled down on the bench, slinging her backpack carelessly to the ground behind her. Nothing of importance was in it anyway. She hadn’t needed her books since it was a quiz day. She watched as Hannah pulled out a thermos, cups, and cutlery. Diana felt a spark of mirth at seeing the forks Hannah had pulled out. Hannah never did kick the habit of eating pizza with a fork. Akko had fully corrupted Diana, however. The joy of eating with her hands was freeing after living in her stifling household for so long. Diana was pulled from her musings when a twinge ran through her face. 

It was that blasted wire. 

The damn thing always caused her some form of grief no matter what. From waking up at night to intense itching, or to an aggravating ache, it always seemed to mock her some way. Diana gave a blink as she felt a warm hand on hers. It was Hannah, frowning as she gently tugged Diana’s hand from her face. She laced her fingers with Diana’s in an effort to stop her picking.

“No touching, Diana. I know it’s annoying. Do you want to try stimming a little?” Hannah bent down and reached into her picnic bag and pulled out a stuffed foxhound. “Sir Reggie is here if you need him.”  Hannah gently placed the stuffed animal in Diana’s lap, and scooted right next to her.

“Thank you, Han.” Diana began to run her fingers through the plushie’s coat. Her therapist had recommended scratching or petting stuffed animals when she felt the desire to scratch at herself. As soon as Diana had told Hannah that, her girlfriend had gone and bought Sir Reggie. Hannah practically carried Reggie everywhere in case Diana ever needed him. The dog was like a talisman protecting Diana from bad memories and habits. Diana closed her eyes and gave a contented hum as she felt Hannah cuddle closer, laying a head on her shoulder. The redhead kept her fingers interlocked with Diana’s and her other gently brushed against Diana’s arm in soothing strokes.

“Akko is late.” Hannah broke the comfortable silence with her little grumble. Diana cracked an eye open and glanced at her.

“She’ll arrive soon.” Diana closed her eye again and leaned a little more on Hannah. She was feeling marvelously relaxed.

“No, I bet it’ll be a good ten minutes before she does.” Hannah had gone from tender strokes to light tapping. Her body temperature had risen a little more in the last few minutes, surefire signs that she was irritated.

“How about a bet, I think she’ll arrive in the next two minutes. You can have the Häagen-Dazs cookie dough ice cream I put in the freezer if I’m wrong.” Diana bopped Hannah’s head gently with hers in an attempt to placate her. Hannah let out a little grumble of assent, not completely sold on Akko’s promptness but not wanting to give up on the thought of some decadent cookie dough ice cream. Hannah clung to Diana tighter as Diana let out a little giggle, knowing her gambit worked and Hannah’s inner demon was placated.

“Danny, you’re teasing me.” Hannah buried her face in Diana’s chest, almost knocking Reggie over.

���I am not; I am simply enjoying looking at a charming girl.” Diana pat Hannah’s head gently, careful not to mess up her ponytail. Feeling a little mischievous, she gave the yellow ribbon laced through Hannah’s hair a tug.

“Cheeky.” Hannah muttered as she unwillingly left her comfortable hiding spot. Diana merely booped Hannah’s nose in response. Hannah let out a little giggle, her pout finally disappearing for good. “Akko still isn’t here yet.”

“Speak of the devil and she shall come.” Diana said as she noticed a whirlwind of dust approach them speedily from the distance.

“Someone order a piping hot pizza?” Akko skidded to a stop, gouging a small furrow into the earth that the landscapers would surely have to fill in later. There were probably similar marks scattered all over the campus, Diana thought with a smirk. She watched as the brunette twirled the two boxes and placed them on the table. Diana turned her face to Akko as the speedster walked by the two of them, enjoying the peck on the cheek Akko gave to both her and Hannah.

“Ohayo, Reggie-kun!” Akko cheerfully patted the stuffed animal on the head as she reached over to pop a pizza box open.

“Hello to you too, Akko.” Diana stifled a laugh at Akko’s whirlwind entrance. Her lovely flair for dramatics never failed to make Diana bubbly with happiness.

“Akko I swear to god, if this pizza is anything like the last fifty-“ Hannah grumbled as she watched Akko open the box, tapping her foot against the table leg.

“It hasn’t been fifty! More like,” Akko paused and put a hand to her chin, quietly debating how many pizzas had tragically met their demise to the speedster.

“Atsuko, it has been fifty. And luckily your body count has not increased to fifty two.” Diana interjected as she opened the box. Akko’s speed had insured the pizza arriving hot, but it certainly wouldn’t stay that way. She was hungry and waiting any longer than she had to was decidedly not on her schedule. Women could not live on a cup of tea and a single parfait alone. Diana made sure to serve Akko the pepperoni, Hannah the cheese, and then dipped into the Hawaiian herself. All three girls let out a hum of pleasure as the cheesy goodness met their taste buds.

“I still can’t believe you eat with a fork, Han.” Akko said with a mouthful of pizza, occasionally making little huffs as she tried to chew despite the hotness.

“It’s because I am the last woman of culture among you heathens” Hannah teased as she delicately cut her pizza into small squares. Diana rolled her eyes as she folded her slice in half and went for another bite of juicy pineapple and savory ham. Now that she was eating and had both her girls with her, the moment had jumped to a solid perfect on Diana’s scale of happiness.

Once the impromptu picnic was over and everything was cleaned up, the trio moved to sit under one of the oak trees that Diana walked by earlier. Diana let out a happy sigh as she leaned her back against the rough wood. She felt Hannah settle in beside her, talking her right hand and interlocking their fingers. After Hannah was comfortable, it was Akko’s turn. Diana let out a small grunt as Akko flopped into her lap. The brunette wiggled around briefly, taking Diana’s free hand and placing it onto her head. Diana took the hint and began running her fingers gently through Akko’s soft hair. As Diana closed her eyes, she saw Akko gently playing with Hannah’s other free hand. Her lips twisted into a smile as she settled down for a cozy afternoon nap with her two wonderful girlfriends.

[carlyfrombleachers]

Liveblogging of TS6 (reputation)

Okay. Let me preface this by saying I don’t like Taylor Swift. I think she’s a boring artist, who brings close to nothing to the table. The reason I’m even listening to Reputation is because I keep getting recommended an interview of Jack Antonoff where he talks about New Year’s Day (which is a song on Reputation) and I really want to watch that but I also want to know what the fuck he’s talking about. So here we are. Don’t expect more stuff like this from me. I expect this to be just a one-off thing. Swifties, don’t fucking come after me or I will cry. The only other TS album I listened to was Lover, and I thought it was trash. Absolute garbage. And apparently this one is worse than Lover. I don’t know if I’ll regret this.

Let’s begin, I guess.

...Ready For It?

I keep thinking of that one voice clip from the Hannah Montana intro (?) where you faintly hear a girl say “are you ready for it?” and that’s my first impression just by looking at the title.

I’m hitting ‘play’ right now.

Oh nevermind, I forgot to pay Deezer this month. YouTube it is.

Hey look, Ajay is in my recommended. Queen of reactions.

Help what is this

rockstar taylor??

what the fuck is up with the beat

chorus felt weak. this is my first opinion im not done with the track

i looked at the music video for 3 seconds and i saw a horse bye

i was distracted by the music video help i dont like this

since i looked at the music video for just a lil while i should say it looks weird. it is weird in a bad way it looks like some knockoff cyberpunk thing.

why didnt she just name this “Are You Ready For It?”

I’m... not particularly blown away by this track. It’s fine. I wouldn’t bop to it but I wouldn’t object to it playing somewhere. It’s like... it’s decent.

End Game (ft. Ed Sheeran, Future)

I don’t know who Future is.

she said reputation haha thats the name of the album

ok future is a rapper i dont listen to rap thats why i dont know him

after listening to lover i cant believe this is the same woman this is so weird

not looking forward to the ed sheeran part

“i wanna be your end game” this wasnt really what i was expecting

fuck off ed sheeran (i just reached his part)

according to some tabloid lady gaga mistook ed sheeran for a waiter? i would do the same thing if i saw this redhead fuckface on the street as well lol

“big reputation, big reputation, you and me got a big reputation” so deep!!!

I guess I should take this time to-- is she rapping?

Sorry, I got distracted. I don’t think every song needs to be this huge deep piece that must be deeply analyzed for centuries, but I do expect some interesting message or context for a track at least. If it sounds good, I’d also give it a pass. 

This one? This was boring. I would not verbally object to this playing close to me, I would just have a grossed out look on my face during the chorus.

I Did Something Bad

I keep reading the title in Akasaka Sad’s tune. You know the part where Rina says “A-ka-sa-ka sad, I’m a sucker”? I keep thinking “I did-I did something bad”. I don’t expect it to be like that.

“i never trust a narcissist but they love me” taylor talks about her fanbase

sorry to drag swifties publicly but i will forever take an opportunity to drag a swiftie

predictable antithesis use there with “i did something bad so why does it feel so good” but okay

why was taylor branded a snake again? she pretended it was “””gone””” with lover but like. it’s weird. its not like she punched kanye on stage in 2008 or something. i dont care enough to search for evidence that taylor is a snake so lol go off i guess

dont enjoy the post-chorus part where she’s like drddddddd dddddddd it feels so distracting the gunshots were more than enough

Yeah, this one was fine. My favorite up to this point, I think.

Don’t Blame Me

lol she said “dont blame me” then it buffered bye

i was showering for the past 25 minutes hello i was listening to track 10 and melodrama

i am enjoying this one kinda

“dont blame me love made me crazy” haha wait until you find out what your next era is

“i once was poison ivy now im your daisy” this is a pretty good line honestly

obligatory katy flop moment: haha taylor could hit the high notes in daisy

this sounds like a country song especially in the chorus i dont know what to really make of it

“loooord save me” this is why your female fans are called horse girls

This was... pretty good. The chorus weirds me out still, but it had its good moments. It was nice.

Delicate

stop saying reputation in the reputation album

this autotune voice bits of hers are so distracting

i say as i listen to how i’m feeling now by charli xcx

yes i did just roast myself. gotta leave the swifties with nothing

god the music video for this track has 400m views this woman is making my faves look like indie stars LOL

I keep getting distracted because this song is boring. It’s... okay. I guess. The music video was pretty cute. Nothing caught my attention in the track, but it sounds like gym music. It would play on a gym owned by a 30-something white woman during the yoga classes and you know it.

Look What You Made Me Do

We’ve all heard this song. I’m gonna listen to it and then be done with it.

I guess I’ll just watch the music video.

ONE BILLION VIEWS????????????

Okay. I watched the music video.

Really? All the fem guys dancing with her?

I’m not going to sit here and be like “fem guys are BAD and should all die and never be represented” because… lol. But it is kind of annoying how it was literally just fem guys dancing with her and doing all those faces because you KNOW she was looking for the impressionable gays to go “omg taylor progressive!!!!” and go talk about it on social media.

But am I saying that because I don’t like Taylor? Yes. But that doesn’t make my point less valid.

The music video was pretty good, the production on this track is really good (thank you Jack Antonoff xx) and the track itself is good. Not outstanding or perfect or a serve, it’s good.

Also the ending with all her previous eras? That was cool. The uncool part is most of the “look how rich I am” parts… because we all know you’re rich, Taylor. Nice SFX.

So It Goes…

i got an ad whyyyyyyy

fuck this shit i cant keep up with what shes saying im pulling genius out for this one

this is not lyrically deep i can tell already from genius

im not a fan of love songs i already have CRJ to cover that base and Lorde covers breakup songs I guess and this song is just. boring. lol

Nothing really shocking or noteworthy here, it’s just.. okay.

Gorgeous

I got another ad FUCK

i got a boss baby ad help

god boss baby really was something huh i completely forgot about that

why am i talking about boss baby

okay. reputation

why did a baby say gorgeous

HELP i am so disappointed this is the one track with the lyric video and god this is disappointing

i saw this and i was like “oh shit shes gonna talk about how its gonna be gorgeous when u die” or smth and

lol. LOL. the depth is nonexistent and the bar is in hell

who wrote this? you lied

This song is so boring, LOL. I expected so much from it and was instantly disappointed when the pre-chorus hit. You had everything on your plate and you ate the plate itself. Girl. What the hell. Why. You could’ve given us an anthem about hating your man, and you took the easy route.

Getaway Car

im intrigued

okay im listening and this sounds very jack antonoff? the shotgun thing made me immediately go o_o

it felt a bit weak at the end but at the start i was enjoying it quite a lot… i think this is my fave

I enjoyed this one quite a lot :) It was pretty good but not an amazing masterpiece. It was better than LWTMMD and that’s all I have to say.

King Of My Heart

sounds boring haha

taylor keeps putting these trap beats in things sister youre not lorde LOL

yeah this is kinda boring

WAIT A MINUTE NEW YEARS DAY IS THE LAST TRACK???? IM GONNA HAVE TO STICK UNTIL THE END oh my god please no

i dont. i .. i knew this would be happening but i didnt expect it to be the last one

i guess the timing is accurate ha ha ha ha

i just heard ariana grande

I keep hearing Ariana Grande on this track. Is that good? I don’t know.

Dancing With Our Hands Tied

why are there so many songs in this fucking album

the beat is.. okay. it is catchy

oh i like this i think. its pretty nice

the chorus is nice. yes. i do kind of enjoy this

Yeah, I liked this one. Pretty good writing, and it sounds great.

Dress

wtf is this song why is it so horny

horny taylor is weird stop being horny please

this song is okay i would not revisit it because its just weird. do not like this!!!

when carly rae jepsen says slide on through my window it is funny but when taylor sings i bought this dress so you could take it off i die

oh that second of silence was really good

[looks at the producer] [it’s jack antonoff] :)

This song weirds me out. I don’t like it. It had its moments production-wise but it was... weird.

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

I expect good things from this. With a title like that? Give me a bop.

Currently not being a bop.

Okay, it was cute. Nothing amazing. Just… fine. Cute attempt.

oh i liked the spoken part thats what i expected from this song

Call It What You Want

this is about genitalia this is my prediction

It was not about genitalia.

This song is pretty good if you remove all the mentions to her lover and her man and her baby, which are all the same person, I guess.

This is disappointing.

JACK ANTONOFF BACKING VOCALS

I LOVE YOU JACK

umm anyways

OH HE DID IT AGAIN IM GONNA CRY i love this man

I expected so much from this track and the chorus just… disappointed me.

JACK!!! I LOVE YOU!!!! KEEP SINGING!!!!!

i love this man im gonna cry

The highlight of this song is the part where Jack Antonoff sings.

New Year’s Day

wow the reason why im doing this shit

look at him. :)

this song was cute. nothing special. just cute. very okay.

just. okay. yeah. pretty fine.

nothing special.

Final Thoughts On The Album

It was better than Lover.

I expected this to be a concept album, all about the drama she’s gotten into? But it was just boring love songs with some extra flair. I expected great things from this album, having only heard LWYMMD from it before this. A concept album that’s just an answer/clapback to everyone’s who wronged her à la Yellow Flicker Beat (I know it’s for a movie but that song slaps and I don’t know a thing about Hunger Games) would’ve been PERFECT but it was just... love songs. I need Taylor to stop singing about love and start serving us big meals.

I would not like to revisit this. Like, 5/10. It could’ve been a lot better, but it wasn’t because you’re too afraid to cross some lines, Taylor.

Final Ranking:

Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Getaway Car

Look What You Made Me Do

I Did Something Bad

Don’t Blame Me

New Year’s Day

Call It What You Want

...Ready For It?

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

So It Goes...

End Game (feat. Ed Sheeran, Future)

Dress

Delicate

King Of My Heart

Gorgeous

taylor flop stream gone now

[angrylizardjacket]

when i said it i thought it was true [3] {Ben Hardy}

A/N: 2973 words. Fake Dating AU.

[part 1] [part 2]

Roger Taylor has barely spoken two words to you since the start of filming, and it’s caused you so much anxiety. Were you disappointing? Did you not look or act accurate enough? Sometimes you catch him watching you when you’re with Ben, the two of you in costume, and he just looks... pensive. 

Brian’s nice enough, soft spoken and always kind when he speaks to you, actually mentions that seeing you and Ben together makes him a bit nostalgic, and you’re not quite sure what to make of it. 

The day you see the real Amanda, the woman you’re playing, you feel like you’re about to pass out. It’s as if you’ve got a direct look into your future, she could be your mother, though her hair’s just a little lighter than yours, hence the wigs they keep putting you in. She’s incredibly beautiful for her age, but that’s not the most striking thing about her. She cries the first time she sees Rami in costume, and she doesn’t speak to Roger. 

The moment she meets you, she has to take almost a full minute, hand covering her mouth as she looks you over. It’s like a test, and all you can do is stand there awkwardly in full costume, watching as she tears up a little.

“What do you think?” Brian asks with a proud smile, and she lets out an incredulous laugh. “It’s a little uncanny, isn’t it?” Nodding, she approaches you, smiling brightly and greeting you warmly. 

“Feels like I’ve gone back in time.” She’s surprisingly soft spoken, and she tugs at your collar, straightening it, before she rests her hands on your shoulders. “I’m flattered they’ve got you playing me, dear.” She tells you, and you think you might cry.

She only stays on set for about a week, the week you’re filming on the Garden Lodge set. The two of you are talking before filming starts for the day, you’re trying to glean any information you can that would help bring depth to your character, and Ben joins you. It’s the first time she’s seen him in full costume, and when he presses a kiss to your temple in greeting, her voice dies in her throat. Ben looks confused, concerned as she has to excuse herself.

It keeps happening, something about seeing the two of you in costume, together and sweet, it’s something she can’t stomach. She can talk to Ben normally, even when in costume, but the moment you arrive, and he smiles at you like he does, she feels her heart in her throat.

“I loved Roger, perhaps to my detriment.” She admits, taking a long sip of wine. She’d invited you out to dinner with her before she has to fly back to her family. “And I know what they’re saying in the movie, but he never really loved me.”

When you go to Ben with this information, he’s quiet, before he admits that Roger told him that when they were younger, their relationship was far from the sanitised version that was being presented in the film. 

They’d been together for years, and there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that she loved him, and he took her for granted, always assumed she’d be there when he got back from trips and tours, he’d even proposed to her, and yet he’d do any pretty young girl while he was away because he knew he could get away with it. He’d cheated on her, and lied to her, and strung her along because it was easier than letting go. 

Roger Taylor can’t bring himself to speak to you; you’re the spitting image of his biggest fault. Perhaps the way they’ve got it in the movie is his attempt at an apology, not that she’d accept. 

Something about your relationship with Ben changes after that. It doesn’t feel like a performance, the way it used to, it feels more grounded. Neither of you are sure how to deal with the new information, but when the cast go out for dinner together, he’s got a hand on your knee under the table, and when you’re hanging out in his trailer between scenes, you let yourself fall asleep against him where you’re watching Netflix. The two of you go out with some of the others for the night, and he kisses you as you’re leaving the club together, his hands holding your face so softly, the kiss so surprisingly tender that you don’t even hear the click of the paparazzi’s camera from where they’re hiding around the corner of the building, and when you see the kiss on instagram the next day, you don’t think you care.

“Have you seen my nice, black blouse?” You called, elbow deep in a pile of clean washing on a Saturday morning.

“Which one?” Ben calls back from the shower, and you frown at the clothes before you; you really had meant to fold them sooner.

“The nice nice one, the one I wear for callbacks, you know the one I’m talking about.” And you move to rifle through the closet again, glaring at each piece of clothing as you flip past it.

“You sure it’s here?” The shower shuts off while you’re eyeing off a perfectly fine cream shirt that could serve as a decent replacement if you came to it. “Are you sure it’s not at your place?” He asks, stepping out of his adjoining bathroom wearing only a towel.

“No, I’m pretty sure I came back here after my last callback.” You mused, and you could hear him getting changed behind you as you tried to recall the last time you’d found yourself in the shirt in question.

“This would be easier if you just lived here.” He muses, letting the statement hang in the air. After a beat, you turn to look at him, brow creased as you considered his words. “If you want to, you can.” He offered, standing there in just a pair of jeans, his hair still damp. It might be the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

“Are you serious?” Voice quietly hopeful, your expression brightens as he nods, grinning. Blouse forgotten, you cross the room in a few paces, throwing your arms around him. “Really really?”

“‘course I am.” He doesn’t tell you he loves you, but it’s there in the tone, in the way he kisses you, and it’s there when he spends the next twenty minutes helping you look for your shirt, though when you admit you don’t need it for a few days, he suggests breaking in the bed to fill the time.

“It’s the same bed.” You laugh as he flops back on it, coaxing you over.

“Yeah, but it’s ours.”

The wrap party for Bohemian Rhapsody is... a lot. It’s a bit overwhelming; you’re by Ben’s side and everyone wants to talk to him, congratulate him, and they want to talk to you, tell you how beautiful you look. Everyone is everywhere at all times, and the only constant is Ben. 

His arm is around your waist when the two of you are standing by the bar, he’s chatting to someone who’s name you’ve forgotten, though you’re pretty sure he’s the second assistant director or something, and you’re trying to communicate to the bartender what you want over the music, leaning over the bar. The moment the bartender finally nods in recognition and scurries off to get your drink, Ben turns, sees your eyes shining bright in the light of bar, and he forgets what he’s saying, just for a moment. The guy he’s talking to leaves, pulled away by someone in the crowd, and you turn, smiling brightly, confusion creasing your brow when you see Ben watching you.

“What?” The bar is in a terrible location, far too close to the band they’ve got set up, but Ben can read your lips well enough in the bar’s fluorescent lights. He shrugs, doesn’t even attempt to answer as the band, not ten feet away, blast their way through a guitar solo. They’re mostly playing classic rock, a few Queen songs here and there of course, and they’re not bad, they’re just loud. 

With your drink in one hand, you take his without thinking, weaving through the crowd, his fingers linked with yours. When you find the door to the courtyard, which is significantly quieter, you feel like you can breathe again. The air outside is cool, and you drop Ben’s hand now that you’re not likely to lose him in the crowd, and the two of you find seats to the side by a tall table. 

“You don’t have to stay with me all night.” You tell him, resting your head on your arms, watching as he lights up a cigarette. It was a filthy habit, but damn if it didn’t make him look a hot. Hotter. 

“I know that, dude,” he pauses, taking a draft and looking, watching all the people talking and laughing and bopping along to the music, “I like your company.” He says it easily but it still has you grinning, and when he catches sight, he grins in return.

He doesn’t leave your side. Not for the rest of the night. 

Photographs are being take all night, and when you look back on them, you see you and Ben sitting side by side, his arm around you as you lean into him, laughing, and he grins at something off camera. You see the cast together for a group shot, all smiling brightly, most a little tipsy, and you’re holding Ben’s hand, your linked fingers just visible in a gap between Allen and Lucy. You see the two of you in the background of a shot of Rami looking absolutely ecstatic; you’re fixing Ben’s hair, and he’s giving you such a soft, endeared look that you hadn’t noticed at the time. If you crop it enough to make it your phone background, you don’t feel the need to call attention to it; for reasons you can’t quite articulate, it makes your heart warm.

It’s strange, and the thing that terrifies you is that it doesn’t feel like acting. It’s that grey area you keep finding yourself in, where it feels so familiar, and it’s like swimming upstream to remember that it’s all fake. 

The two of you don’t even share a kiss, not even when you’re both tipsy, not even when you lean in to murmur something in his ear, and his answer brings his lips inches from yours. You want to kiss him, to forget that it’s all fake, but he sees you hesitate, and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek. Lips twisting in to a sad smile, you look out at the crowd of coworkers around you, dancing where the band had been replaced with a DJ, and you take another sip of your drink.

You’ve passed tipsy and dived straight into being drunk by the time you’re ready to head home, or well, back to your hotel room, but that required a taxi. Ben’s not much better off, and when you tug him into the back seat with you, he doesn’t argue. He’s the one who tells the driver the hotel they’ve got you all set up in, and you just lean against him, eyes fluttering closed, contentment filling you as he wraps his arm around you. 

“I don’t have any makeup wipes!” You gasp into the silence of the hotel elevator. It feels like the most natural thing in the world to head to his room, your arm tucked into his to keep you from swaying in place in the elevator. It might also be that Ben refused to let you be by yourself after you almost face planted getting out of the taxi.

“I’ve got some in case of emergencies.” He assured, fidgeting with his key card before the elevator comes to a stop.

“See, this is why I love you.” The words come so easily that neither of even catch at first as you make your way down the hall. Ben slows once your words have sunk in, and you both realise what you’d said. “I didn’t mean it like that, I’m sorry.” Voice quiet, there’s a sudden sinking sensation in your chest that dampens the whole night for you, but he doesn’t say anything, just opens the door and starts rummaging through his suitcase for the wipes once he’s inside. Once he tosses them to you, he follows it quickly with an oversized shirt to sleep in. 

There’s a solid five minute argument about who would sleep on the sofa, both of you trying to give the other one the bed. It takes you yanking a pillow from the bed, laying on the sofa and refusing to move for Ben to concede defeat. The sofa, however, is the single most uncomfortable piece of furniture you’ve ever had the misfortune of trying to sleep on. Sucking up your pride, you clutch the pillow to your chest as you make your way to the edge of the bed. He’s turned away from you, engrossed in his phone.

“Ben?” You ask, and he looks over his shoulder at you, eyebrows raised in question. “The sofa is really uncomfy.” You pouted. With a grin, he shifted, making room for you.

“Holy shit.” Ben looks like he’s just seen a ghost. The two of you are in a nice restaurant in the city, it’s not five stars or anything like that, actually it happened to be your favourite little hole-in-the-wall restaurant with surprisingly good food and excellent service, and you were treating yourselves to a night out before Ben had to step outside to take a call. You didn’t begrudge him, that’s just how life was for the two of you. “Holy shit.” He repeated, and you looked up from your meal with raised eyebrows. 

“What’s up?” You ask, and to see the smile spreading slowly over his face has your heart warming. When he meets your eyes, he’s beaming.

“I think I’m going to be in X-Men.” He said quietly, and your fork fell from your hand, clattering against your plate.

“Holy shit.” You echoed, and he laughed a little, taking your hand when you offered it to him, squeezing gently. 

The stars seem to shine a little brighter as Ben beams up at them, your hand in his as the two of you walk home. Sure, there’s paperwork, nondisclosure agreements, rehearsals, and a few months until filming actually begins, but Ben’s landed a role in a high-budget action movie, and you’ve never been prouder. 

He spends the next few weeks in countless meetings, almost constantly in and out of phone calls with his manager and various producers, and when he’s not filming with Eastenders, he was usually training. He’s barely home, though neither of you are home a lot, you’re busy with your own projects, but when you see each other, he’s elated. You haven’t seen him this excited or motivated about a project before. 

Sometimes you miss him. Of course you miss him, you love him after all, he’s your boyfriend and your housemate, and you tell him all of this over dinner and he looks like he wants to say something, like he wants to freeze this moment in time forever, to bottle it up if he could.  You’re so proud, and you love him so much, and it’s the most beautiful thing in the world to watch those two parts of you coming together over a microwave dinner.

In the weeks leading up to filming, things change, and you feel like you never see him anymore. It’s not like before, then you were just busy, now he’s all over the country, in meetings and fittings and workshops. He calls, but your bed is so empty and sometimes you just want to come home to him and he’s not there, and he won’t be home until the end of the week. Things are still good and bright when you see each other - he’s always eager to make up for lost time - and you never once doubt how much he cares about you, but you feel... out of sync. 

The two of you had fallen asleep not facing each other, but you wake with his arm draped across you, and it feels so familiar, so right, that it stings when you actually come to and realise where you are. 

It’s been years since you’d woken up next to him, and you’d forgotten how pretty he is in his sleep. Part of you thinks that’s a good thing, that if you start to remember now you might keep dwelling. Another part of you urges you to go back to sleep; pretend or not, you should savour this moment you’ve missed so dearly. That’s the part that wins.

You expect when you wake again, for him to already be up and moving, as far away from you as possible, but instead you hear a sleep-rough greeting in your ear, and feel his chest firm against your back, his arm still around you where you’ve tucked yourself against him.

It’s not pretend, it feels like history repeating itself, and so you let yourself forget it’s fake for the moment, lean into him just a little and give a sleepy greeting back. Your heart already aches knowing how lonely you’ll feel once either of you move.

“I forgot how nice you smell.” He murmured, and that’s when you feel your heart already beginning to break. Instead of letting yourself crumble, your link your fingers with his hand where it’s slung over your waist.

“I forgot how warm you are; you’re like a furnace.” And you hear him laugh at that as he leans into you too, and let yourself bask in the moment.

the rat pack: @hotspacedeacon @strangeandwonderfulconcepts @itssaje @d-r-e-a-m-catchme ​ @callumidiot @rockandrollandshit @bohorap @pietrorunsforme @sweetfierceimagines @itsjackothy @mhftrs @sherlockiantheatrenerd @softbenhardy @multifandomgirlrandomstuff @virtualsheepeat @smile-nine @i-padfootblack-things @deaconsroger @spookyfrances @holyurlbatman @your-idiotic-excellency

(crossed out means it wouldn’t tag; i’ll try again for the next part, lemme know if you wanna be tagged xx)

[oohlovergirl]

You’re Brian’s Younger Sister, and Roger Tries Flirting with You || PART 2 [Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor x Reader]

Pairing: Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor x Reader 

Word count: 1460

Contains: light smut!

A/N: The part two of this piece has been so requested, so here it is!! I really hope you guys enjoy it and thank you for all the support that I’ve gotten!! You all are the best!!!!! Also, I’ve started to get requests, so I’m working on those right now! (If you want to request anything, message me!) Also, I am sleep deprived. Okay goodnight!! 

PART 1

You didn’t tell him you were going. In fact, you didn’t even know you were going yourself. It was really a last minute decision, actually. But here you are in the crowd of people watching your brother and his band perform at this small pub. You, specifically watching that blonde, green-eyed drummer. That blonde, green-eyed drummer who currently has a cigarette dangling from his mouth, head bopping lazily to the music. 

You see him look up from his drum playing, scanning the crowd with a little smirk on his face. And your eyes meet. It was almost comical––the double take he takes when he sees you. You wiggle your fingers at him with a playful smile, and he laughs, shaking his head, before looking down to focus on his drumming. 

Maybe it was just you, but during the rest of the show, it seemed as if he was playing more intensely than before. At the final cymbal smash, you make your way over to the bar and order a scotch. 

––––––

“You made it.” You hear a deep voice say next to you as you sit at the bar. 

“Yeah, I heard the drummer of this band is mighty fit, so I had to see it for myself.” 

“And what did you think of him?” 

“Hmm, I thought the bassist was cuter.” 

“Still mean, I see.” 

“Still cute when you pout, I see,” you retort and notice that his eyes are bright with amusement. 

“Hey––”  

“Rog, dont even think about skipping the afterparty. You missed the last four,” Freddie scolds, coming up from behind and interrupting him. 

Roger groans, “You’re joking?” 

“Nope––Y/N, darling, you are more than welcome to join us! It’s at my place,” Freddie offers, a warm smile on his face.  

Roger raises his brows at you, a question in his eyes. You shrug. 

“I’ve never been to an infamous Queen afterparty before.” 

––––––

When you arrive at Freddie’s house, the music is already booming, and the room is already filled with hordes of drunk partygoers. Roger stretches out his hand, and you take it, letting him lead you through the crowd.  

“I know somewhere we can go that’s a tad bit quieter,” he says before grabbing two beers and leading you out the door and to a little nook in the backyard. Roger reclines down on the grass, and you join him, stretching out your legs, and leaning on your hands behind you. He lights a cigarette, taking a deep drag, and then offers it to you, which you take. 

You guys talk. Talk under the night sky with the booming music and the excited chatter that only occurs when the whole room is shit-faced as background noise. You guys talk about everything and anything, your beers become forgotten on the grass next to you. And it seems as if you and him are the only people in the world. Perhaps it’s because of the hedges blocking him and you from the rest of the party, the soft light of the moon illuminating your faces. Perhaps it was because he’s looking at you like you are the only person he wants to spend his time with. And he makes you laugh––real laughs––telling you all kinds of stories about their experiences creating music, touring, performing. You laugh especially hard at the story he tells of him accidentally spitting in Brian’s hair during a show, and Brian never noticing. You throw your head back, grasping at your sides, tears springing into your eyes. 

What you don’t see is that whenever you tilt your head back and laugh, his eyes brighten. And when your laughter trails off and you wipe your eyes, you look up, and he’s staring at you. 

“What?” you ask, a little shy all of a sudden. Perhaps it was due to the intensity in his green eyes or the way your faces were mere inches away from each other, so close you can see how long his lashes are. 

“You’re beautiful,” he responds, quietly. Almost reverently. Any other time, you would’ve scoffed. But––this time––this time you smile, a blush tinting your cheeks. 

“So cliché, Mister Taylor,” you whisper.

“Is it working?” he whispers back, his eyes flick down to your mouth. Instead of replying, you lean forward, brushing your lips against his. A little hesitantly. And he grasps your jaw with two hands, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. He tastes like cigarette smoke and beer, but you don’t care––don’t really notice. You probably taste the same. You gasp in his mouth, and he slips his tongue in. He sits up straight, not breaking the kiss, and you crawl into his lap. 

“So does this mean you think I’m cuter than that bassist?” he asks, panting slightly. 

“Shut up,” you say through a breathless laugh, reconnecting your lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands quickly take off your jacket before holding onto your waist and then making their way beneath your shirt, stroking the sensitive skin there. Your hips jolt against his, and he groans quietly, stoking the growing fire deep within you. Pulling away to catch your breath, you gulp down the fresh night air, and he takes the opportunity to pepper kisses down your neck. He undoes the first few buttons of your blouse before shoving your collar down to your shoulder, sucking love marks onto your skin, drawing out small whimpers from you. And you start grinding down on him, moaning at the friction from his rough jeans. Your forehead is pressed onto his cheekbone, and he can hear you panting into his ear. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he hisses, hands gripping your hips tightly, helping you move along him, his eyes closed. 

“Rog,” you groan, and he looks at you, his pupils dilated, eyes hooded, absolutely loving the way his name sounds coming out of your mouth. And he’s starstruck when he sees you: you with your lips red and swollen, hair messy, brows furrowed, cheeks flushed with such a pretty pink. And right then and there, he knows that he’s absolutely, positively, fucked. That he’s already falling in love with you. 

He reaches underneath your skirt and––

“Oh for fucks sake!” Brian shouts. 

“Oh fuck!” Roger exclaims. 

“Shit! You scared me!” you yell at your older brother. He’s standing at the entrance of the little nook, looking down at his feet with one hand covering his eyes. He looks back up, mouth open in disbelief. 

“Can you leave? We’re busy,” you say, making shooing gestures with your hands. Brian sputters, at a loss for words. Roger chokes, coughing into his hands, and Brian shoots him a glare.

You see John’s face pop up from behind Brian’s shoulder, and he quickly covers the youngest member’s face. You snort. Your brother whips his head around to give you a death glare. 

“I was just getting to know Roger a little better. I mean, we really hit it off at your birthday breakfast,” you say while adjusting your shirt. Brian pinches the bridge of his nose. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he says, waving his arms in front of him. He points at you, “Car. Ten minutes,” he says before walking away, John and Freddie trailing behind him. 

He stops a few feet ahead of you. “Ugh!” he says in disgust and then continues on his way. You see his curls jiggling as he shakes his head, face in his hands. 

“I think they’re cute together!” You hear Freddie exclaim to Brian. 

You bury your face into Roger’s shirt in a fit of giggles, and he cups your head to him, pressing a gentle kiss to the top as he laughs too. You sigh. 

“I should probably go. I’m pretty sure Brian’s having an aneurysm right now.”

“Y/N!” Brian yells for you across the lawn. 

“Coming, coming,” you grumble, pulling yourself off of Roger’s lap. 

“So, when am I gonna see you again?” he asks, his eyes sparkling up at you. 

“Bye Roger,” you tease, waving at him. 

You take a few steps, leaving him still sitting on the grass. You stop. And you turn around to grab his face and give him a long kiss. 

“Oh my God. Y/N!” Brian yells. `

“Call me,” you whisper before springing back up and skipping towards your brother. 

“I don’t have your number!” 

“You know where to get it!” you call back, blowing him a kiss. 

He watches you leave in awe, watches as you cheerfully loop your arm through the arm of a disappointed Brian. He flops back down on the grass with a content sigh, looking up at the stars, smiling to himself, a certain emotion tugging at his heartstrings. One day, I’m gonna marry that girl, he thinks. 

[jennyboom21]

Can I ask you about Swiftgron? I came into Gaylor later (during Kaylor) and I don't know the details about Di/Tay. Do you think they ended on a bad note and Di still holds a grudge or something? I mean even if they ended on a bad note, it's been years and I saw your post/reblog about Dianna's Call me post. I was just wondering. Have a great day X

Sure! Although, I do have some prophetic Hot Taeks that not many in the fandom agree with, so i’ll provide some links for contextual research:

https://kaylorevidence.com/taylor-dianna/

https://all-my-possessions.tumblr.com/post/175716679349/why-do-you-think-da-keeps-subtweeting-ts-i-dont

https://all-my-possessions.tumblr.com/post/184138717144/everything-has-changed-is-about-dianna-agron

Do you think they ended on a bad note and Di still holds a grudge or something?

The consensus appears to be that it was a very traumatic break up, either happening in London after the 2013 VSFS, or at a later date (Taylor was on tour).  Even if they haven’t been “together” for years, the nature of their relationship was extremely intense, passionate, and off-and-on, but they were trying to make it work despite a bad break up following their failed engagement.  Then the relationship was abruptly ended, with Taylor hopping on over to Karlie, and Dianna’s now deleted IG posts alluding to her being blind-sided/dumped/cheated on, allegedly.

I don’t think she holds a grudge, since it appears that she and Taylor have been infrequently in contact, and Taylor is still singing about her, both good and bad times, as well as regrets.

During the heady days of Swiftgron, Dianna and Taylor were often interacting on social media, with Dianna posting lyrics to songs, at odd times when it was assumed she would be with Taylor, etc.  Back during the Rep Era, I noticed several of Di’s IG posts were going up at coincidental times, during song releases and/or mv premieres.  

Then prior to that, we got some depressing Tumblr likes from Taylor in 2016 when Di’s “engagement”, then “wedding” occurred, followed by Taylor performing once, and using the “…she never loved me” lyrics at the F1 Race performance, before finally stepping out with Karlie right after the wedding. 

And before that, we got Dianna’s oddly worded Birthday post with a flamingo, discussing Alice in Wonderland, and capitalzing Wonderland, months after Taylor uploaded a pic of her and her dad with a flamingo. It was cute.  And then RIGHT AFTER KissGate (early January, 15th i believe?), Taylor “liked” a Swiftie’s post where she used a GIF of Dianna answering a question about what would she do if acting Or if you strike out and you’re crawling home didn’t work out, that she would ‘go on the road with Taylor and carry her bags.’.  Which reinforces the rumor on the Bops and Flops podcast that not only was the engagement real, but Dianna had asked several times (there’s also the theory that they were secretly engaged for a while, and Taylor’s team let it leak as a threat to drop Di, as she was seen as a liability to Taylor’s image.).

Please feel free to ask follow up questions!

[titsthedamnseason]

4, 6, 9, 10, 11, 12, 17, 23 & 29? (sorry there are so many I'm curious 😛)

dont be sorry!! 

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

studious, intelligent, hard-working, etc (they were all wrong im just a master of deception afsbdnmks)

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

pastel...tomboy...preppy...sportswear? idk tbh i just wear what i wear and go w it i dont really have a set Style

9. favorite smell in the summer?

just like the fresh outdoors...salt at the beach...chlorine from the pool...freshly mowed grass all that shit

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

usually nothing but if i do it’s either a granola/protein bar or fruit bc im usually up so early that im not hungry at that time and my lunch period is at 10:20 anyway so dont tell me that it’s unhealthy and let me live pls and ty

12. name of your favorite playlist?

i have too many ughhh there’s “tda playlist” which i hope is obvious, “the spring musicale” which is an allude to hsm and is all of my fav musical soundtracks, “best of the ladies” which is just my favorite bops and Could Kill A Man songs by the lovely leading pop gals, i love “pipe dreams” which is for andreil, “shrugity shrug shrug” which is just Everything that i have ever liked, and FINALLY i make monthly playlists so ofc rn im feeling my “may 2019″ playlist

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

usually my adidas superstars but im trying to stray away from those so now it’s probably my nike’s or my flip flops

23. strange habits?

idrk? i feel like this isnt a habit but im obsessed w turning off the lights in my house afsgvdbns it drives my fam crazy bUT the windows are plenty bright and we always have them open and i just want to save energy :( so yes i periodically walk around my house and turn off any and all unnecessary lights afgsdaj

29. best way to bond with you?

i feel like it would differ from person to person honestly? like either we bond or we dont however i do find that i become way quicker + easier friends w really funny people bc while i am funny on my own my humor really shines w someone else i call it Complementary Humor and im good at piggy-backing on other people’s jokes so when i have a good joking vibe w someone ive gone from being strangers to having them as some of my closest friends in like under a month asghbajnm

[zeph4a]

So here it goes...

My top groups with their bias and wreckers. I've seen a few blogs post theirs so I figured why not. I love talking about these boys too much, but be aware I'm no writer as we see from my lack of posts on here 🤣. Please no negative stuff. I'm only doing my top 3 groups because let's be honest theres not enough time in the day to go through all the groups I listen to so here goes.

I dont own any of these gifs btw.

EXO

Bias- Chanyeol

Fun fact. Channie is my ultimate bias. Literally my favorite human to exist besides my family. He's so talented its unreal and has the most pure heart I feel like. I keep his solo stuff on repeat at all times. A lot of his stuff can help me sleep because his singing voice is so smooth and just truly beautiful. Not to mention I can be in the worst mood and go look and videos of him and "Happy Virus" takes over. I'm also very proud of him for how much his dance has improved. Choreographers use to hide him in the back but look at Love Shot. Let's be real, he made it is bitch.

Wrecker- Lay

Ah Zhang Yixing. He works so hard for his fans. The English album is such a bop and eveny friends who dont really like kpop looooove Namanana. He can dance so beautifully and has an amazing voice. I won't lie, as well as his solo stuff is doing I miss him with EXO sooooooo much and hes said he misses it too. I truly hope that we are going to get him back soon.

Monsta X

Bias - I.M

So I may have a thing for deep voiced rappers.... not mad. Changkyun is literally everything. Good looking, can sing, dance, rap, and funny. Personally I think the reason I bias him though, is because he can be a little shit and it's the best thing 🤣. His friendship with Jooheon makes me happy as well because who doesnt love the nacho kids. Hes also a gamer and I can relate. Plus his raps are 🔥🔥🔥

Wrecker- Wonho

Okay so confession. I flop back and forth between IM and Wonho as bias and wrecker but as it currently stands Wonho is my wrecker. Hes absolutely adorable and he loves Monbebes so much!!!! Like literally the look on his face when he is with Monbebe is the most warm adorable thing ever. He's stupid good at dancing and has a beautiful voice and an adorable lisp:) I could literally listen to Calm Down over and over just to hear his first part with the lisps. Hes got ridiculous duality as well. Monbebes know, hes coming for our lives with those muscles. He knows how to use them to his advantage. But after hes all manly and musclely he goes back to the adorable bunny he is.

BTS

Bias - Suga

BTS was the kpop group that started everything for me and Suga has been my bias since the beginning. Hes another hard working member and can spit STRAIGHT FIRE when he raps. Of course as we see through Seesaw (and a few other things before) he can sing and is an amazing producer.

Wrecker - J-hope

The only word to describe this boy is SUNSHINE. Legitimately such a happy person who can put a smile on your face on the worst of days. I feel like he would make the ultimate best friend. Like Suga, he can sing, rap and dont forget DANCE. Literally my favorite dancer in all of Kpop and I want to see more solo dances with him but I'm just being stingy. :)

Okay. That's the tip of the iceberg. I could say so much more about these guys and how much happiness they bring but let's be honest. I'm not a good writer and I'd get boring quick 🤣. If you made it this far thank you 💜.

[ursoself-satisfying]

Tagging Game!! Answer 21 questions then Tag 21 people you want to know better!! 

I was tagged by @sunnnymercury n @wassupitschloe !!!!! lol I almost forgot to do this its so fun im just absent minded !!!

Nickname: mo or momo ::)) 

Zodiac: aquarius !!

Height: like 5′6?? 

Last movie I saw: Bohemian Rhapsody Sing a Long lol,, 

Last thing I googled: “all power corrupts” ((it was for an essay,, I was trying to find that Lord Acton quote rip))

Favorite Musician: just one??? Queen is always up there lol but I also rly love Blur and the Who!!! 

Song stuck in my head: actually none rn God bless but I was singing “Anybody Have a Map” from Dear Evan Hansen yesterday rip 

Other blogs: oof I’ve got like 9 blogs total but I dont use many of them,,,, I have my personal (@catbusfurrever) n a 70s blog I dont always keep up  (@starlettecinema) n then an art one (@art-trek ) n then like another art,, a backup queen,, i think 2 backup personals,, n a shady one lol none of them are good besides these 4 rip 

Do I get asks: yes!! I lovelovelove getting them too!!!! I would love to get more lol but ik I’m slow at answering n putting out content so i get it!! I’m always open tho my dms, my asks, my submissions!! I love to make friends!! ur all such lovely people lol makes me so happy talking to yall ::””))

Blogs following: following me or that I follow?? cus I think im following like 1k+ blogs rip but on this blog in particular i have about 800 followers that make me so happy everyday!! if I get to 1k I gotta think of something fun to do lol to say ty n ilysm!!!

Amount of sleep: hm Ive been sleeping in lately so probably more like 9+?? depresso vacation mode is still on but on my normal schedule its more like 7 hrs 

Lucky number: my favourite number is 9 bc I like to write it,,, i like the flow n curves of it,,, i think my lucky number (cus like numerology n all that) would be 6!! n yes,,, ik,,, 69,,,,

What am I wearing: my jammies!! i dont wear anything other than pajamas if I dont have to lol,, my pants have Christmas trees n my shirt is Weezer haha

Dream job: artist,, just like in general,, I do a lot n i wanna make a lot n if I could make a living off of that it would be amazing lol,, but like going to school for stuff?? if I dont make it as a musician lol I would love to get back into film n work my way to director wow 

Dream trip: hhhhnnnngggg,,, i love japan ik it sounds cringey but I love the countryside n I would love to see all the historical sites just as much as the amazing cities 

Favorite food: idk if I have a favourite but mac n cheese,,, w parmesan,,, n some bread crumbs or like crutons on it,,,, amazing,, 

Play any instruments: yup!! guitar n ukulele n I’m picking myself up a bass n REteaching myself piano rip 

Languages: english mostly but Ive taken God idk how many years of spanish like,,, 8 yrs??? n I can barely speak it but I understand it ok  

Favorite songs: OOF lets do favourite CURRENT songs,,, i love Moscow by Autoheart n the iSpy remix (iSpy Sins Not Tragedies is a BOP) n uuhhhh,,,, oh man A Quick One While Hes Away (Live) n Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy ofc ::””)) 

Random fact: uuuuuhhhhh I was Prom Queen junior year lol not bc i won the votes tho its a story haha

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: idk uuhh soft,, old,, alone but not in a sad way in a peaceful way,, chaotic but it makes sense,, spur of the moment decisions,, reusing old bags n always having unnecessary things rolling around in ur backpack bc u wanna be prepared for any situation lol,,,, idk its hard to see yourself from an outside perspective n determine if u have just one aesthetic cus i tend to flop from vie to vibe n I just kinda,,,, exist u kno?? just be u !!!

I’ll tag @angrylizardjacket if she wants to do it n @deakydeakyfics @deacytits if yall havent done it yet!! also @jem6869 n @princessleiaqueen bc theyre so lovely!!! N anyone that wants to that means U!!!! have fun!!! 

[yukasbae]

Future Pop Album review

I havent been active on here for a bit but I just listened to the album and i wasnt completely disappointed. I like to do these ratings so keep reading if ur interested

1. Start-Up - This opening track is w/e tbh i can see how it complements FP but its no Navigate (4/10)

2. Future Pop - Whats up with that guitar intro?  Anyway, this track has a lot of energy and thats fine and nice but the song really doesnt do much for me. It reminds me about how I felt about the Cosmic Explorer song. It gives me EDM youtube background vlogging vibes. This song is not the direction I want Perfume going in and it honestly made me sad tbh. Maybe it will grow on me. (4/10)

3. If You Wanna - I still don’t wanna...  This song had potential to be better with an album mix.. I do like the intro and its nice with the mv but it really builds up to nowhere. Future Bass isn’t my cup of tea and it’s not danceable so I’ll pass. (5/10)

4. Tokyo Girl (remastered) - did it really change at all? The song’s not horrible but I dont lisetn to it for fun. (6/10)

5. Fusion - I didn’t like this song when it first came out but I grew to love it. Similar to STORY it has that nice dark concept that’s refreshing for Perfume to experiment in at this stage of their career. I really enjoyed the performance of this song from the docomo experiment. The only thing about this is it’s nearly an instrumental (8/10)

6. Tiny Baby - OMG this song tho... 

I was almost certain this was gonna be a flop track. I’m sure everyone had this fear it was going to sound like baby face. I’m so happy with this song it’s so adorable. I like the old capsule kind of vibe that it gives off. It’s kind of funny that prfm wanted to go for that mature vibe and come out with this chiptune bop. I’m not mad about it tho (9/10)

7. Let Me Know - Almost forgot to rate this because I skipped it.. 

This song confuses me as the promotional single because nor the song or the video was futuristic.  This is a lazy generic pop song and it made me disappointed and hopeless for Perfume. I’m sure A~chan was happy to be able to sing more for this type of track tho. I personally don’t care for their vocal abilities so this doesn’t impress me. (5/10)

8. Chorairin - I had a feeling before the album released that this was going to be a standout track. This song makes me really happy and gives me hope for Perfume’s future. Too bad we wont get a MV for it (9/10)

9. Mugen Mirai - The mv for this song is cute. The song isn’t danceable for me. It’s not my fave but its not awful. It doesnt really make me feel anything. The best thing about this song was the outfits (5/10)

10. Housekino Ame - This song is cute and I love the choreo for it but it does sound strange on this album. I wouldnt say it doesnt belong since prfm albums usually tend to have an jumbled direction. Sometimes the chorus sounds messy to me but its cute overall (7/10)

11. Tenku - This song surprised me. It definitely has a futuristic sound Perfume’s team was going for I think. I can hear the GAME vibes in it. This is a very nice album track and better than album tracks on CE. (8/10)

12. Everyday - It’s so happy :)

Can’t complain about this one. Smart choice as an album closer. I really like this song and it makes me smile listening to it. One of my favourite songs this era. I hope to see this live. (8/10) *** It’s still “AWA” to me and my mind can’t be changed.

Overall - It’s not a bad album. The singles kind of drain the life out of me but if I was rating it by the new songs it’s pretty decent. I’ll probably just make a playlist of the songs I actually want to listen to.  (6.5/10)

At this point of Perfume’s career they already know they can release anything and reach #1 on the oricon charts. Not saying they don’t deserve it but..  Being an older fan now my taste in music may have changed but my expectations of Perfume hasn’t. I still want to hear quality stuff from them. They have delivered in some areas and I’m grateful that they’re still together. I think there’s still confusion about what direction they want to go. I’ll still be a fan even if I don’t like everything they put out. 

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GASP omg let's talk about 5sos

vapor is also a favorite of mine!! waste the night is so good but I dont like the end where it's like a minute of just instrumental?

she looks so perfect? AMAZING! don't stop? AMAZING! everything I didn't say? AMAZING! beside you? end up here? long way home? heartbreak girl? english love affair? never be? voodoo doll? AMAZING!

money? permanent vacation? jet black heart? catch fire? SAFETY PIN? castaway? fly away? airplanes? SAN FRANCISCO? AMAZING!

YOUNGBLOOD? want you back? lie to me? valentine? moving along? talk fast? if walks could talk? better man? more? why won't you love me? woke up in japan?empty wallets? ghost of you? MONSTER AMONG MEN? meet you there? babylon? AMAZING!!!! youngblood has no skips

red desert? no shame? OLD ME? easier? teeth? WILDFLOWER? best years? nOT IN THE SAME WAY? lover of mine? lonely heart? kill my time? AMAZING

whew that was long but that's all the songs on my 5sos playlist

okay SO to start

i don’t really vibe with the new album none of the songs were it for me so it was all skips

youngblood is probably my favorite album!

want you back: absolute bop catchy as hell

lie to me: RIP OUT MY HEART IT WOULD HURT LESS (also that you look happyyYyYyYYy ooooOOOOohhh fucking OW you know the part)

valentine: so fucking deep enough said (but also just the beat of it?? it scratches that music brain itch for me 100%)

moving along might be my favorite on the album tbh lyrically it’s amazing but i’m a drummer so that drum part hits me every time it is SO FUN TO PLAY omg

talk fast: is THE song i mean god if you can listen to that song without dancing i- like you CANT it’s too boppy

if walls could talk: MY GOD the live version of this song is a fucking masterpiece i will never shut up about it holy fuck it liquifies my insides that breakdown shut UP it’s so good

better man: it’s eh not my fave but not bad (fuck me at a quarter to three though amirite ladies)

more: another eh one for me

why won’t you love me: this was my favorite live just because holy shit like thousands of people screaming this shit at the top of their lungs was AWESOME and the fucking double drum beat shit that hits you in the chest GOD this song makes me feel alive

woke up in japan: boppy but nothing special not a masterpiece not a flop

empty wallets: good beat fun to play on drums not my fave though

ghost of you: fuck this song omg FUCK THIS SONG the amount of tears that have been shed but also THE LIVE VERSION fuck that shit god another amazing one to see live because hearing a bunch of people screaming that shit was shattering but FUCK specifically the iiiIIiIIiiIIi in the background fucking OW god everytime that shit starts the waterworks are on FULL POWER

monster among men: eh

meet you there: one of my favorites tbh like the beat is so good lyrically it’s great luke fucking kills it just really fun and hard to play on drums because FAST (also i will break your bed if you wanted me to)

babylon: iconic but never listen to it really idk

youngblood: i know this song is overrated but it’s so GOOD dude like listen to that baseline and tell me it doesn’t FUCK okay and the live version with the harmonies makes me uh d i e

for some non youngblood songs: english love affair is so fucking good and boppy holy shit i will jam any time also uh fuck heartache on the big screen?? ONLY REASON that shit kills me!! shes kinda hot got me through some SHIT in highschool that song is a masterpiece and try hard was my first favorite of theirs

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fave kpop releases of 2*2* (im censoring the year it was awful)

La Di Da Everglow: So impactful, i have a bias towards 80s pop themed songs. 80s pop is so overdramatic and self indulgent with its poppy synth and deep dirty bass and la di da delivered on that. It *is* the song i blast at full volume going 75 on the freeway. literally my anthem, like what more can you want from a song. The girls are literally screaming at you for three minutes teling you to fuck the haters and get a bag while looking sexy ITS EVERYTHING. 

Love sick girls BlackPink: for some reason this one got me in the emotions. I cried listening it the first few times. its not often you get a pop release that also fucks with your feelings. last time i cried was feel special. This song is a rollercoaster. from hopelessness, to denial, to heartbreak ,to screaming at the raining sky  WHY DONT YOU LOVE ME like, ahhh plus rose and jisoo have writing credits so maybe its so emotion filled because its a passion project. their first writing credits on a song yay them. rose belting but we were born to be alone really did hurt my feelings ouch 10/10.

pporappipam sunmi: love story of the century what more can i say. I told you already i love 80s pop what did you expect from me? The soft vocals the soft purples the midnight 

5 STAR CL:is this what its like being in love? pporappipam and 5 star are the closest i’ll get to experiencing it. the lyrics go so well with the music. its hard not groove. its the slow song, its the love song, its the song you remember long after the relationship is gone and you listen back and smile through your tears bopped

Diver yooa: Ok you’ve heard i love 80s pop but what about 70s disco? yes yooa pprovided that for me. I’m very greatful, its powerful like a ballad, funky like a dancetrace, and catchy as a mother f*cker

wannabe Itzy: it doesnt even feel like wannabe came out this year but it did so let me go back in my head to march.the dance break, especially when you’re first seeing it is impactful. Its that heavy bass girl power bop that sustained me through finals week of the winter semester amen. The song really delivers on telling the listener to be unapologetically them. 

Bad girl woo!ah!: Theres so much about the song. I- where do I begin. I like that they take risks with the song, its not the normal pop bop formula thats popular nowadays. its still had a bit of a edm(?) type influence like wooah’s debut but theres also more sonically cohesive or better sounding things in the song as a whole, but they didnt lose their uniqueness either. The rap parts are killer, the dance break is weird and fun, and and the after chorus screams girl power. plus all the wooah girlies are so damn cute how can i not love

Tag Me weeekly: I literally never shut up about this song.I never shut up as soon as i heard it this was all that i talked about. this song IS for main characters. Its girls, its sassy, its retro its what me and the girls needed and weekly provided. 

tiger inside superm: how do i explain why i like tiger inside so much. It feels like an action movie track. But not any action movie track. Its like when the main character realizes their true power under pressure and starts kicking ass or something. 

black mamba aespa: its bassy fun. I described the concept as acid trip powepuff girls and i stand by it.  Feels like an action movie track which is why its next to tiger inside. Its canon that superm and aespa are connected or at least in the same universe, but give sm credit, notice how the high note at the end of black mamba is the similar to baekhyuns climax in tiger inside?

So bad stayc: ne, ne ,ne, ne, ne meoli meoli. ne meolisoge. Once again another love ballad pop song with high energy synth and bass. I ALREADY SAID THIS i love overdramatic self indulgent obnoious pop songs like im sorry im basic. when i first heard it there was something in it that reminded me of early 2000s pop but i couldnt put my finger on it. but once again overall bop im a sucker for melodramatic love songs bye

90s Love nct u: THIS IS HOW WE DO IT DA YEOGIE or something idk korean. point is out of all the nct 2020 releases this is my favorite. misfit and make a wish are a close second but my husband jeno is there so 

Bazooka Gwsn: NAN ANAJUL GEOYAAAAAAAAAAAA ugh its one of those songs that so chic? like something you’d strut down a runway too, or theres a shopping montage when your out on the town with the girls™. the whole synth pop upbeat swing thing it had going on is so freeing in a way. its feels airy summery and fun and when thar NAN CHAJAJUL GEOYAAAAA WHOAH hits its over.

better twice: gosh ok how do i explain myself im sticking to one song per artist and better beat out cant stop me i ok ok- chill let me explain. I do fucking LOVE 80S pop/city pop and i cant stop me was everything i love in an 80s song but when i first heard better it gave me the feeling. you know the feeling. that youve heard the song before and you already love it. I didnt even need to know the lyrics because the song is so nostalgic in its own way, i already pieced together it reminds me of a friendship/relationship we all wish we had. I listen to the song when im lonely and yes i tear up a bit ok i cry a lot.

got that boom secret number: it is a step up from who dis. and i liked who dis. who dis was basic harmless fun. got that boom though, GOT THAT BOOM though,,, 👀that chorus,, like bazooka, got that boom has the feeling of freedom and fun and colors and i stan it. when the girls say “Dance, dance. Dance. Get up dance” you know exactly what the fuck to do. Someone else pointed out that the lyrics in the chorus of who dis slows down. It takes its time to say what it needs to say and i feel like got that boom is the same way. especially ESPECIALLY when denise (i think) starts belting after jinny’s tounge twister rap. “Fly Fly Fly away -” for some reason it felt like spice girls but i cant place why. overall bopped.

Play Chungha: i had to pick one chungha song, its play. play is love, play is mischief, play is energetic,  play is end of the year spectacle all wrapped in one because chunga doesnt know how to flop. Something about the music in the chorus feels like it contrasts chunghas voice. Plus the influence from other cultures adds that spice. 

revolution: alexa i love you. shes so uwu. and this chorus splash of ice cold water in the face. alexa wants you to get the message shes yelling at me in the chorus “THIS IS A REVOLUTION_ REVOLUTION OF THE MIND” and then of course in alexa fashion theres a ridiculous dance break near the end. Its the talent for me love. 

home YEZI: once again, this song is probably the closest i’ll feel to romantic love. 10 for the vocals, ten for the song, 10 for the MV. 

MORE k/da: Does k/da count as a kpop group because im counting them as a kpop group first listen i wasnt sure during their brief intro but as soon as akalis part cae on i knew that once again a virtual character from a game had managed to become the singular pillar holding up the music industry yet again. the way the music cuts out and akali goes in, goes IN!  AND SHE DRAGGED ME IN WITH HER. SHE SAID “ Im giving you more cause im greater than, i never did numbers i hated them ( i paraphrased that lyric) , but all of my numbers are talking babe, got money like ms.monopoly” GOODBYE