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[adlamu]

me making my 13yo sister a playlist that's a mixture of all the things i actively listen to and genres/bands/etc that i like from a variety of timelines and aren't that fucking poser ass tx2 so that she gets a good musical education:

[juniperskye]

Begin Again.

Sneak peek: Reader got out of a relationship about eight months ago and was sure love was meant to burn and break and end…but this particular Wednesday made her believe that maybe, just maybe, she could begin again with someone new.

Aaron Hotchner x (Fem) Reader

Angst/Fluff

Word count: 1236

***Flashbacks are indented and in italics – this story flashes from present to past a few times. ***

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, implied age gap (kinda?), anxiety, self-consciousness, Past abusive relationship, explicit LANGUAGE,  no use of y/n, mention of Jack, mention of Hotch’s previous relationship, story is guided by begin again by Taylor Swift (lyrics aren’t all directly used), mention of a love of the Beatles. I think that’s all, let me know if I missed any!

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, second guessing your outfit choice.  Were the heels too much? Would he comment on them, would he be okay with them? Maybe you should switch to flats, they would be a safer choice.

“Babe seriously. Do you have to wear heels?” He berated you. “These are the shoes she told us to wear. I can’t switch shoes I’m a bridesmaid and were all supposed to look uniform.” You explained. “Really? You’re going to make me look so fucking stupid. Who cares if she chose those, just tell her the didn’t fit or the clasp broke or something.” “I’m not doing that.” You said. “You’re so difficult. Just change your shoes, it’s not a big deal. I just don’t want to look like a fucking idiot because my girlfriend is towering over me.” He continued.

You could remember multiple arguments that went that way. Him yelling at you for dressing how you wanted, so you didn’t. He started picking out your clothes and you complied, because that was easier than having him tear you down.

You smoothed your hands over your clothes and made your way out the door. The drive to the Café was a short one. You parked and made your way across the street, ready to go in and get a table for the two of you, fully expecting to have beaten him there.

To your surprise, when you opened the door, there he was. Aaron stood from his seat and walked toward you. You met him halfway and he pulled you into a gentle embrace. You didn’t fail to notice how he still towered over you despite your heels,

“Hi! It’s so good to see you.” He said pulling out your chair.

“Oh, thank you! It’s good to see you too, I was really glad you called.” You smiled as Aaron returned to his seat across from you.

“Yeah, sorry that it’s a random Wednesday, but with my job it makes it so hard and with us being free today I wanted to take the chance and spend it with you.” Aaron explained.

“I am happy to be here! The day doesn’t matter.” You shot Aaron a shy smile.

“You look beautiful by the way.”

You couldn’t help but blush at Aaron’s words. He had been so kind and gentle with you since you had started seeing one another. You had only gone on a few dates, but things were really good. The two of you had agreed to take things slow, having both gotten out of relationships not too long ago and Aaron also had Jack to think about. You guys had texted and talked on the phone quite a bit. He had gone as far as to call you late one night after a particularly rough case.

The two of you were currently talking about how your respective weeks have gone. Aaron had just gotten back from a case (hence why you were on your date now) and you had just completed a pretty big project at work. In the midst of your conversation, the song playing in the café changed to I Will by the Beatles, one of your favorite songs.

“Oh my god I love this song!” You gushed, quietly humming along.

“You like the Beatles?” Aaron asked.

“I love them! I have every one of their albums on vinyl.” You blushed.

“I don’t think I have ever met a woman with the same level of Beatles obsession as my own.” Aaron smiled at you in admiration.

The two of you ate while quietly enjoying the music and one another’s company.

“For if I ever saw you, I didn’t catch your name. But it never really mattered, I will always feel the same. Love you forever and forever, love you with all my hear- “ “Jesus, can you stop fucking singing that song?” He huffed. “Babe, it’s a really good song, I wish you would just listen to the words.” “I don’t give a shit about your stupid song. I don’t get it anyway.” He shut you down.

Aaron and you continued your conversation upon finishing your meal. You were in pure bliss with how amazing things were going. Aaron was attentive and gave you his full attention. He nodded and responded when it was needed. He also held conversation so well, he gave just enough information about himself in combination with asking you about yourself.

Another thing that had you swooning over Aaron was the fact that he had thrown his head back in laughter a few times throughout your conversation. You truly couldn’t wrap your head around how lucky you had been to have met Aaron. Your ex had never found your sense of humor funny, and it was nice to be in the presence of someone who appreciated it.

“Can you not make jokes like that when we’re in front of my friends? Like seriously what the fuck was that?” He demanded. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it. It was just a joke. Your friends laughed.” You shrugged. “It wasn’t even funny. They just laughed out of pity to save you from the embarrassment of nobody understanding your stupid ass jokes.” He rolled his eyes at you as he stormed off.

Aaron checked his watch and noticed how late it was getting. He looked into your eyes and smiled, neither one of you wanting this day to end. But he needed to go pick up Jack from soccer practice.

“Can I walk you to your car?” Aaron asked.

“That would be great.” You smiled, wrapping your scarf around your neck.

As you made your way over to your car, you thought about talking to Aaron about how your ex had truly broken you, and that part of the reason you’d requested to take things so slowly is because you had to relearn how to accept love from someone. The last eight months had allowed you time to fall in love with yourself again, but loving someone else was a whole new obstacle you were working through.

Aaron’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts, he had been talking about how he wanted to introduce you to Jack, not now, but in the near future. He had come up with a nice way to do so.

“So, Jack and I always watch Elf and the Grinch around Christmas, I think it could be nice if one night you came over and watched one of them with us, you know. It gives us a few more weeks to really solidify things between us and by then we will have been seeing each other for four months. What do you say?” Aaron looked hopefully at you.

“Only if it’s the Jim Carrey Grinch movie. That new animated one is cute and all, but it doesn’t hold a candle to the live action.” You smiled back at him.

“Of course, it’s the Jim Carrey one. We take things very seriously at our house.” Aaron smirked at you.

Aaron and you shared a laugh, and then he brushed his hand over your cheek, leaned in, and kissed you gently. December couldn’t come fast enough. Things with your ex had really messed you up, and he’d left you believing that love wasn’t meant to flourish, just burn, and break and end.

But on a Wednesday, in a Café you watched it begin again.

[koolaidoverliving]

what the pastas would post if they were popular on tiktok (/NSRS)

Jeff: emo ass videos with that twilight filter. his fucking username would be MCR lyrics

Masky: CONSPIRACY THEORIES

Hoodie: cool edited shots and pictures. actually awesome looking shit.

Toby: RANDOM VIDEOS FROM THE MANSION... OR LIKE STORIES OF HIS FOOD (LEARNT FROM NINA)

Nina: its her personal blog where she can talk about whatever while doing makeup. she posts cute vlogs too

Jane and Clockwork: have those couple tiktok accounts where they post each other

Lulu: cooking videos ft sally and lazari

Jack: just him trying various tiktok filter games out of boredom

Ben: gaming videos. prank videos. or videos of jeff waking up and yelling at him.

Zero: would get banned for violating the tos

Laughing Jack: CLOWN TRICKS AND TELLING CHILDREN TO MEET HIM SOMEWHERE FOR FREE CANDY AND HUGS!!!

Candy Pop: thirst traps

The Puppeteer: posts about musicals and plays. makes sure to always include his 5,000 playbills in the videos

Kagekao: wine taste testing

Liu: making poems out of random shit like roblox screenshots

Nurse Ann: cosplay requests

Judge Angels: cute vlogs with lucy and helen.

Sadie: talking about random life events while eating food. viewers are concerned for her

Helen: painting! but... with a lot of red... his account gets reported.

Jason: advertising his toys but his drafts are filled with thirst traps too

Nathan: grwm makeup videos where he rants about anything. has beef with other tiktokers and gets canceled

Cody: showing off his experiments, or videos of his rats

Kate: mukbangs ft nina and toby except kate eats raw meat while nina and toby look at her in horror

[daandyli0n]

(warnings: blood/gore, eye contact, child death/murder, alcoholism, underage drinking and smoking, vaguely implied emotional abuse/manipulation (on the second page), disturbing/creepy imagery)

"Losin' teeth in dreams can mean ya feel that ya don't have control in yer life...Mike, do ya wanna talk about it? Y'know I'm all ears-"

"It probably doesn't fuckin' mean anything, Charles. Besides, it's a dream, man. Just...drop it, 'kay?"

(aka Michael has trauma. and dreams. they escalate from Teeth Nightmares to "All My Friends Are Dead" REALLY fucking quickly)

different dreams Michael has and what they mean:

Losing Teeth: as mentioned by Charlie in the caption, losing teeth in a dream can symbolize feeling as though you don't have any control in your life.

Falling: similarly to losing teeth, it can symbolize a lack of control, or at least the feeling of it.

Dead Loved Ones Being Alive: this one can be. kinda obvious. Grieving. Mike's Grieving His Dead Friends.

The Nightmares: well...originally, Cassidy was the one having The Nightmares...but haunting someone can certainly Do Some Weird Shit (such as transferring nightmares to someone, intentionally or not). (also, the reason that The Nightmares are blurry is because i don't have designs for them just yet)

also, i wanted to sort of like...not directly show William, but wanting to show his Presence is there. that's what all the purple is for :]

also ignore any wonky anatomy. i've had a rough few days

anyway! THE LYRIC COMIC IS FINALLY DONE BOYS! WOO!

time for tags:

@that-darn-clown @hello-there-world @docterzerocare and @fazgoo-connoiseur-1987 ('cause you said you'd be interested in seeing it)

yes i worked on this while the power and internet were out. this along with the internet were why i was gone for a bit. also the power

edit: FUCK FORGOT THE SONG. it's "Kitchen Fork" by Jack Conte

[abiiors]

queen of hearts // matty healy x reader

valentine's week - day 6: queen of hearts

a/n: this is. Not Good. the burnout is hitting me now lol this is okayish now after the major edit wc: breakups i think but that's it cw: 4.1 k

“i can be your date to the awards.”

matty’s words freeze you in your tracks and you whip your head to him, almost dropping your coffee in the process. he’s half-leaning half-sitting on the table, flicking through a trashy tabloid of all things that you wish would set on fire right about now. but it doesn’t. and so matty continues to flick through it without even looking up at you while he’s just dropped this bomb on you. 

you know what’s caught his fancy… you know there’s going to be some iteration of “the queen of hearts suffers heartbreak” in there. (because let’s face it, the tabloids are never creative enough to think of other headlines and they’ve used this one almost every time you’ve had a public break up before) 

you suppose you should count your lucky stars they didn’t find out right away, that you at least got three months to yourself before the news first broke. 

“what makes you think i need a date?”

he thumbs over to another page, still looking just as insufferably cool as ever. “your ex is going. ooohh, ouch! he’s going with someone you’re up against in almost every category, babe.”

“i don’t care,” you turn your nose up at him, “and don’t call me babe.”

matty puts the magazine down and finally looks at you. 

from the corner of your eye you catch the headline—the queen of heartbreak—along with a photo of you and jack, a dramatic slash going between the two of you. you remember that night, you remember going to a charity gala with him and sneaking out to make out in one of the forgotten hallways. you remember feeling invisible in the best of ways for the first time in your life. 

a pang goes through your chest and you bring your attention back to matty. 

“in fact, i might not even go.”

“really?” he raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms in front of him. your eyes betray you by flicking to his biceps that strain against the sleeve of the flannel he’s wearing, but you quickly look back at him and blink the thoughts away. 

you sigh, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. “no, that’s– yeah, no. skipping's not an option. my publicist would kill me. plus, they already have a dress for me and it’s too gorgeous to be wasted like this.”

“and you think going solo is a good idea,” his eyes flick to the tabloid and you can already see the headlines that would be written about you. all the staged and well-timed photos of you sneaking even a single glance at jack and his date, all the speculation of jealousy and cheating. just think about it makes your temples ache. 

“no… i guess not.”

matty grins, “so take me as your date then.”

you take a moment to assess him. he’s certainly hot, (objectively speaking, of course) and going with him would create a…splash to say the least. and if you were being honest with yourself, you kinda dig the anti hero persona he’s got going at the moment. 

on the other hand, your publicist might blow a blood vessel trying to clean up your image. 

you look at the tabloid again, at the “queen of heartbreak” printed in big bold ugly letters all across the front page. it’s fucking tiring being so synonymous with love songs. it’s tiring singing about romance and yearning and love while your happily ever after comes crumbling all around you. 

“okay,” you say and matty smiles wide. you smile back. 

and for the first time in three months, it’s a real genuine smile. 

you see him around the studio a few more times after that—sometimes with his band, sometimes alone. mostly he’s running around, busy with his own thing and not really playing much attention to anyone around him. you on the other hand, sit in the twin of his studio space.

on most days your head feels empty, not a single song lyric or even a catchy riff in there. not a single thing scribbled in your notebook for months. you know what’s expected of you—another romance pop album to sweep everyone off their feet. your management has been very clear about that—it’s what gets the numbers and it’s what they want from you. 

it doesn’t matter what you want. it’s never mattered. 

you try everything—walking around the property with your notebook in your hands, hoping to find some inspiration. you listen to your old songs, cringing at how empty they sound, how soulless and exactly like the one before. happy to the point of feeling cognitive dissonance. 

as a last resort, you even look up photos of you and jack, just to see if it would spark…anything. 

all it does is annoy you more. he’s already got a new girlfriend, the same girl who’s supposed to be his date. you imagine the buzz around their red carpet debut and then think back to your own—how much the tabloid had gushed over you, calling you the perfect couple. a couple that just “made sense”

the perfect king to their queen of hearts.

you close your eyes and lean your head back against the bark of a tree. it’s nice here at least, it’s calm. the place is so far away from the city, you could just disappear for a few months and just not do anything. 

but peace has never come to you without a price. 

not even five minutes later, a loud guitar riff splits the air followed by raucous laughter. (it’s surprising to you that you already recognise matty’s laugh) standing up, you dust off your jeans and follow the sounds. the guitar only gets louder the more you walk, until you see a group of people around a little barbecue. 

matty’s holding his guitar like a classic douchebag rockstar, sunglasses dangling over his nose and arm muscles flexed and veins taut against his forearms as he strums the bright red guitar. it’s so much different from what their music usually sounds like. the notes aren’t very loud or angry but they’re certainly powerful. stronger than anything you’ve ever played before.  

it makes you stop in your tracks and watch him. 

you just stand there—captivated by the music, captivated by him. it only takes matty a couple more seconds to notice you, and you look away, flustered. 

“enjoying the show?” he asks, a sly grin playing on his lips. warmth creeps up your cheeks. 

“no, sorry. i was just round the corner and heard you. sorry didn’t mean to intrude—”

“relax,” he laughs and sets the guitar aside. you recognise the others behind him—his band, for one. you’ve seen the other three men with him in countless photos and award shows but the others are unfamiliar. 

“that was… really good,” you laugh and tuck a strand of hair behind your ears. matty’s eyes follow the movement. “something new?”

“something old actually. very old. it’s called 28, from when we used to perform under drive like i do.”

that’s news to you so you just nod your head, unsure what to say. “it sounded really good. powerful.”

matty’s eyes flick over your face for a moment, taking you in with such intensity that you feel utterly shy for a moment, almost like a part of you is laid bare—there’s no creative makeup to conceal imperfections on your face, no team of stylists to dress you and style your hair. in front of matty, in just jeans and a t-shirt and your hair in a braid, you’re just…a person. as ordinary as it gets. 

“didn’t think it would be your kind of music,” he says after a second and you look down, toeing the grass. 

“i didn’t either…” the words are so soft, they’re barely audible. matty opens his mouth to say something but panic shoots through you like a spear. you know he’s going to ask you to join, and music is the last thing on your mind. 

“i gotta go,” you mumble, already backing away. matty’s face shifts from a smile to a confused frown. he lifts his hand, almost wraps his fingers around your wrist but matty thinks better of it at the last moment and drops it. 

you don’t stay long enough to hear what he says, you just run back to the studio and try to forget this ever happened. 

the days leading up to the awards are a whirlwind of preparations—from dress fittings to speech preparation to meeting with stylists, it’s exhausting. at least it keeps your mind off, well, everything else. but mostly it keeps you too busy to interact with any more journalists or paps. the most they get are photos of you going to a couple dress fittings and back to your car. 

none of it distracts you from matty though. even though you haven’t since him the weeks that you’ve been back in the city (he’s still back in the studio), you find yourself lingering on thoughts of him throughout the day. even though you haven’t talked to him since then, you find yourself wishing you’d exchanged phone numbers. 

but most surprisingly, you don’t think about jack at all. not even once (unless his face just so happens to be on some magazine cover or the other). he simply exists in the periphery, mostly out of sight and out of mind. 

your publicist, emma, does blow a blood vessel when you first tell her about bringing matty as your plus one. she’s older than most other people on your team, has been in this industry far longer than you have, so her disapproval stings a bit. 

“matty? healy? are you sure about that?” she side-eyes you when you first break the news to her, taking you aback just a bit. 

“why, what’s wrong with him?”

she chews on her bottom lip for a second and you hold your breath, waiting for her to flat-out say that this is a bad idea. “he’s not the most…popular right now.”

you roll your eyes. “well if that’s the only thing that’s wrong with him then i’d still like to take him.” and then as an afterthought, you add a “please”. 

“fine,” she shrugs and that is the end of that. she asks no more questions, makes none of her personal feelings known. and while on some days you appreciate that degree of professionalism, on others you just need…a friend. 

but emma goes back on her phone, already making a call to someone and you swallow all the words that are on the tip of your tongue. 

your heart’s in your throat from the moment you step inside the limousine. it’s standard for you—get inside the car, stare outside from the heavily tinted windows until it’s time to compose yourself for the cameras. somehow, tonight feels different, and definitely not because you have more nominations than you’ve had ever before. 

“where’s matty?” you ask emma who’s texting on her phone. 

“oh, we’re picking him up from his hotel. ten more minutes.”

with trembling fingers you unlock your phone, getting the pin wrong twice before searching him up on instagram. without his number that’s the only way you have to contact him and you wonder if he’s even going to check his instagram dms. but you send out a quick prayer and type out a message anyway. 

ready for tonight?

i guess i should say sorry in advance for all the dating rumours we’re about to fuel

then you cringe and stare out the window again, wondering if that was too forward of you to say. it has been weeks since you talked to him afterall. who knows if he’s even excited about this anymore or if he’s simply doing it as an obligation. 

your phone buzzes with an incoming dm. 

ready and waiting :)

and being linked to you doesn’t sound so bad

in spite of the rumours, that makes you smile, and the car takes a turn towards the driveway of a swanky hotel. almost reflexively, you fix your hair (they’re perfectly done) and smooth any folds in your dress (it fits you like a glove). it’s only the lack of a mirror that stops you from obsessively checking your makeup but you still take a quick glance at your phone’s screen and make sure everything’s in place.

it shouldn’t be this nerve-wracking. it’s just an award show, you’ve done this a hundred times in the past but then the car rolls to a stop and suddenly someone’s opening the door. 

you smell him before you see him—expensive perfume and cigarettes, like it’s his signature scent. and then you see him. 

matty’s in a sleek black tux, curls tamed for the night with some hair gel and even then some of them manage to escape, falling on his forehead and into his eyes. his eyes look darker somehow, more intense, and they widen when his gaze lands on you. 

against your better judgment, you feel a sense of satisfaction when his gaze trails down to the low, low neckline of your dress and back up to your red-painted lips. then back to your eyes before matty clears his throat and gets inside the car. you take advantage of his distraction to steal another look at him. and yep, he’s just as hot as always. 

if anything, the tux makes him almost irresistible. 

“hi,” he smiles, right next to you now and you try not to lean into his warmth. 

“hi” you smile back, uncharacteristically shy. “ready for tonight?”

“you already asked me that.”

colour blooms on your cheeks and you look away for a second, mortified that you have nothing else to say but a second later matty snickers making you roll your eyes at him. 

“relax, sweetheart. we’ll be great.” his eyes slide up your face again, dipping to your mouth just for half a second, quick enough that you would have missed it if you blinked. “why are you nervous anyway. thought you’d be a pro by now.”

“‘s not that, i just– the vultures,” you surprise yourself with how intense you sound then, how angry. “sorry, the press. they’d probably leave no chance to find links between me and jack and i’m just… fed up. i’ve had enough now.”

“the vultures,” he says pointedly, “can suck my dick—”

“matty!”

“no i’m serious.” 

you look at him properly then, at how earnest he looks. then matty places his hand right next to yours, palm up and open. “we’ll do it together.”

you can only manage a nod, and then you place your hand in his, mentally preparing yourself for the chaos. 

as the car pulls up to the red carpet, everything suddenly feels charged as a livewire. the flashing lights, the screams of fans, and the swarm of photographers are all part of the routine. still, it never gets old. 

still, you never fully get used to it. 

matty’s first to step out, extending his hand out to you—the absolute portrait of a gentleman—and so you take it, stepping out of the limousine. the moment your feet touch the carpet, the cameras go wild.

matty’s hand around yours is warm, comforting. it astonishes you how familiar it feels despite holding his hand for the first time. and even though you can barely hear anything over the camera shutters and the shouts of “look over here”, you can make out him mouthing “i’ve got you.”

right as you walk up to the centre of it all and stop for photos, matty turns towards you and leans in. you freeze, trying hard to hold the camera-ready smile on your phone but his face is so close to yours, his hand so big around yours. 

“by the way,” he says, his lips grazing your ear, “you look stunning tonight.” 

the cameras erupt into more clicks, the shouts and cheers go wild. you know what moment they’ve just captured—matty, almost kissing the shell of your ear and you going the same shade of red as the carpet. your stomach swirls with butterflies even though the nerves are ever present. a pleasant shiver runs down your spine. 

matty’s already facing the cameras once again, staring them down and giving them a gorgeous smile that has your heart skipping a beat. 

before you have the chance to overthink it, you stand on your toes and press a kiss to his cheek, leaving a perfect red lipstick mark behind. his jaw goes slack, his grip around your hand loosens. not even a second later, you feel the same hand around your waist, pulling you into him, surrounding you with his scent. 

“oh we’re giving a show tonight huh?” he smirks. 

you smirk back, feeling the adrenaline rush through you. “thought that’s what you wanted,” you reply, your voice a low whisper that only he can hear over the chaos of the red carpet.

matty's eyes sparkle with mischief as he leans in, his lips dangerously close to yours. “well then, let's make it a performance they'll never forget,” he says, his thumb lightly brushing against your waist. 

before they have a chance to ask more questions, you move on—arm around matty’s waist, practically leaning into him as your head swims with the almost kiss. sure, he did it for the cameras but the dizziness you feel is real. the way your blood rushes is very fucking real

“ready, darling?” he asks just before you’re going to step in. 

you bite your lip, actually excited this time. “ready as i’ll ever be.”

but the excitement drains away the moment you leave the cameras and step through the massive doors to the auditorium. this is the true test—the outside cameras would only catch a glimpse of your evening, the first look at your outfit and hair and a look into your excitement for the evening. but the inside cameras capture everything!

you remember the utter scandal from a few years ago when the cameras caught a musician rolling his eyes after his rival won a big award. you remember the memes on twitter for days after, the snide remarks from other industry peers, the hateful comments. you remember emma mentioning how his publicist had been fired two days after. 

you remember the instagram live meltdown. 

and now as you see jack in front of you, arms linked with his date, you wonder if it would be you next, if history would repeat itself. 

“alright?” matty’s voice cuts through your spiral and you stop instantly, causing him to walk into you just a little. matty’s arms tighten around your waist, steadying both of you and he frowns. 

“yeah,” you give him a tight smile. “jitters.”

“‘s that it?” matty looks skeptical, cocking an eyebrow at you, which somehow makes his whole face turn sharper. it’s the kind of sharpness that’s lethal… if you weren’t careful. 

in an attempt to steer the conversation away from yourself, you shake your head. “how come you’re not nervous?”

“who says i’m not?”

a laugh spills out of you, sharp and unbelieving. you’ve never seen someone more confident, more self-assured in your life before. hell, you’ve seen their concert videos now and matty is fucking electric in all of them. he looks like he owns the place, owns the attention of everyone around him. he looks impenetrable—an utter fucking rockstar. 

“well, you– you…”

“i…? what?” his eyes turn playful, his lips curve upward. “i look so dashing and sexy and in control all the time?”

“sure,” you drawl, fighting the smile that’s about to make its way onto your face. “that’s what i was goin—”

“hi, babe!”

your blood turns cold and a sour taste coats your tongue at the sound of his voice. 

jack looks exactly like he did the last time—the same dark wavy hair, the same piercing blue eyes that captivated you all those years ago, the same full lips that… you cut that train of thought before it could lead to places you’d rather not. instead, you stare right at him and give him a tight-lipped smile. 

“hi jack.” the babe doesn’t go unnoticed; neither by you, nor by matty, and he straightens, standing up to his full height. jack ignores him entirely.

“was wondering if you were coming.” you resist the urge to roll your eyes at the loaded sentence. you know exactly what he’s referring to—the fucking pathetic pap walk, the absolutely embarrassing amount of pda. it’s curious that he’s here alone now, smiling wide at you with unnervingly straight, white teeth. his date is nowhere to be seen.

“yeah, me too, actually,” you smile turns saccharine, “considering you don’t have any nominations this year.”

matty chokes back a laugh and jack’s face reddens a little. still, he manages to hold up pretty well. 

“oh, feisty! aren’t you, babe? isn’t she?” the last part is addressed to matty who stiffens, pulling you closer. a part of you wants to give into the butterflies swarming in your stomach. a part of you wants to lean into him and feel protected. 

you expect matty to come up with a witty response, something that would put jack in his place, but matty turns to you instead, looking down at you with… adoration, almost. it’s not like it’s real, you tell yourself, it’s only for your ex. only for show. 

“is that the guy you were telling me about, darling? the boring one you dated before?” 

now it’s your turn to choke back a laugh. you try not to dwell too much on the darling, or his low, almost seductive voice. you certainly don't dwell on how it makes your insides flutter and feel warm. instead, you focus back on jack and relish in the way his jaw tightens. 

“i see,” he mutters, but matty clearly isn’t done yet.

“she can speak for herself, won’t you say john—”

“jack.” his voice is terse now, and as much as you’re enjoying this little interaction, you’d rather it get not picked up by cameras and even more tabloids. the headlines that would be splashed on them tomorrow are already predictable enough. so you tug on matty’s arm and smile up at him sweetly. 

“shall we go find our seats, love?”

the iciness in his eyes fades at the one word, and you try not to let that do funny things to you. (even though it’s practically too late now, even though you can almost feel your heart doing somersaults in your ribcage). matty presses his hand to the small of your back, the skin of his palm so deliciously warm that it seeps through the fabric and you have to swallow back a groan. 

god! he’s fucking attractive… 

and fuck! you might just be in trouble. 

jack stares daggers at you when you let matty steer you away, the stare so intense that it almost burns into the back of your head but the electricity from matty’s proximity is something else entirely… 

“love?” he teases, the moment you’re out of earshot and you blush deeply. 

“i said it for him, not for you!” but even you know the retort lacks conviction. 

“whatever you say…” a shit-eating grin appears on his face, melting away all the sharpness from before. and suddenly matty’s just… a handsome boy. curly-haired and smiley and soft. his eyes crinkle in the way that makes you think how used to he is to smiling and laughing—as often as he wants, as freely too. 

he’s beautiful like this, you think, different from the rest of them too. you don’t constantly feel on guard around him for one.

his finger lightly taps you on the forehead, catching you off guard. “what’s going on in there?”

what is going on is you waxing poetic about how hot he is but his ego does not need that particular ego boost. but try as you might, you can’t think of a sarcastic remark, nothing teasing or mocking. all you manage is a genuine smile. 

“just that… it’s not so scary anymore.”

“yeah?”

you nod, giving his hand a squeeze. “who knew bringing you as my fake date would be a good idea, huh?” 

“fake date…” matty smirks, and lets his eyes roam over your face. it’s the type of stare that’s hard to look away from, the type of stare that holds you captive. matty lets out a shaky little breath and takes one small step closer. just one. “i don't know, seems pretty real to me.”

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[readingwiththestars]

₊˚⊹♡ NOTHING LIKE THE MOVIES

["Trust me, Lib," I said, picturing her lips. "In a crowd of million ski masks, I'd still be able to find you."]

| ✮ 3 stars |

ᝰ.ᐟ ⊹ arc review thank you to netgalley + simon and schuster for providing me with an e-arc in exchange for an honest review

THOUGHTS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [minor spoilers]

ok. i put this review off for a couple days cause i knew this was gonna be harder to write because i love lynn painter books, really. buuttt i was horribly disappointed with this one. i'm the biggest wesliz fan but... like yeah i cant even form coherent thoughts about it. like this was unnecessary there was no point in shattering their relationship to write this.

like it was good to see wes's pov and everything but it felt so... idk yeah. (see im still struggling so bad to find words.)

one thing i would formally like to invite lynn to STOP doing though is shoving every taylor/ pop culture reference on the planet into the book. like holy shit woman. i few is okay BUT NOT THAT MANY COME ON!!!! they were in the middle of a fucking argument and wes is quoting illicit affairs or some bullshit. usually i love finding little references on page but this felt like too much.

i feel like she's whipped out her computer and gone straight to some dog fanpage or just plainly scrolled through edits seeing people saying "this song is so wesliz coded" and shoved those songs into the book. there is an on page reference to in between reference saying its their montage song.

also um this shit: ”little liz can’t come to the phone right now. why? oh. because she’s dead.” and somehow when jack antonoff was randomly brought up??? like some people are good at weaving taylor swift lyrics into books. lynn you are not.

also lynn take this a plea to never use the word "growl" or "growled" in a sentence ever again when describing your male characters. and to never write this sentence “she’s one of the guys you know? she’s just… different,” EVER AGAIN. PLEASE.

WHAT I DID LIKE THO WAS THE TINY TINY CRUMBS OF BAILEYCHARLIE AND NICKEMELIE (even tho nick was only mentioned and i dont think emelie was even there but eh)

CHARACTERS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

liz - ok so weirdly enough she was the most tolerable and still intolerable at the same time. like she was so different from the liz in bttm the sunshiney, wearing dresses of all different colours and her love of romcoms. she was described as anti-love and was practically a full on different character seriously. if you liked the first book maybe dont have high expectations for nltm. like i do understand she had her heart broken and so obviously that makes sense for some of the change but it had been two years and as liz likes to say SO FUCKING MUCH "she's moved on, she's moved past it, its in the past" well for someone who's moved on you sure like to avoid the past a lot. also idk who tf she was trying to fool with that whole "i don't like wes, im over him." shit like gurl- you were literally kissing 2.5 seconds ago whats with the switching sides. and there was SO much about her leaving "little liz" behind. like what was so wrong with liking flowers and romcoms? and being a hopeless romantic and wearing bright colours?

wes - okay so it was quiet heartbreaking to hear abt wes's side of this book (except for the whole pursuing liz part) and i did feel sorry for him. but like what happened to the sweet, caring wes in the first book. and tell me why i had to read THIS sentence “climb on me like a good girl,” LIKE MY EYES LYNN WTF????? i did not sign up for this wes, like no stop telling me how obsessed you are with liz's lips or how she's a mythological sex goddess- boy sit ur ass down. and don't even get me started on the beginning of the book. WHAT WAS THAT SHIT? why was wes acting like a 7yr old excited for school and talking (so much) abt his love for scootering? SCOOTERING. LYNN PAINTER WHAT THE EVER LOVING HELL? SCOOTERING. DO YOU HAVE SOME OBSESSION WITH THEM OR SOMETHING? WHY DID THOSE DUMB THINGS KEEP SHOWING UP?? like tell me why i needed to read this shit: "i fucking loved the scooters ..... wes + scooters = HEA" ..... lynn.

QUOTES ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

im not going to bother to find any of these, see: im too lazy

all in all i still liked some points when both of them were acting normal. which is why its a 3. but i feel like this is leaning towards a hate review but yeah idk i cant actually pin point parts that i remember liking- also the ending??? what was that? it made no sense to me.

[cloudsinmargoscoffee]

margo i feel like we haven't talked at all about ttpd/the anthology ?? what are your favourites, how did you like the rest, what are your skips, tell me Everything (i personally am still very much enamoured with it, 31 songs can hold me for a looong time) <33

yeah, i was inactive at that time if i remember well. i actually have some controversial takes on ttpd. i feel like it's one of fandom favourites and meanwhile for me, it's my least favourite album she's ever made. when i first heard it, i was genuinely dissapointed. i admit it grew on me with time, but i rarely listen to it and when i do, i skip a lot of the songs. lyrically, it's a brilliant piece, but the musical aspect lacks to me. it feels as if the album only went through very superficial edits and cuts. it's too messy. and i get that the messiness is the part of the story she's trying to tell, but there are moments when that messiness feels more like lack of quality than an actual artistic device. i know you're a jack girlie, but ttpd really made me wish she worked less with him and more with aaron 😭 i like the anthology way more than the main part of the album. long story short, i like it, just not as much as taylor's other works.

i'll organize my favourites and skips into lists.

okay, so here are my favourites:

fortnight (post malone ate and left no crumbs)

down bad ("just to do experiments on, tell me i was the chosen one, show me that this world is bigger than us, then sent me back WHERE I CAME FROM" insane stuff)

so long, london (dare i say one of the best songs of taylor's discography)

fresh out the slammer (it feels like a hot summer and juicy peaches to me and her voice when she sings "now pretty baby, i'm running home to you" is soooooo)

florida!!! (my two favourite artists on one song, LET'S FUCKING GO. that part where florence sings "and your cheating husband dissappeared, well, no one asks any questions here" is so cunty)

who's afraid of little old me? ("cause i am dramatic")

i can do it with a broken heart (i was listening to it on repeat when i was taking driving ed to hype myself up, didn't get my license, but the song slaps)

the smallest man who ever lived (idk where and when taylor met my dad)

clara bow ("you look like taylor swift" i love when she does plot twists, i'm always like "oooo damn she's so smart")

the black dog (AND I HOPE IT'S SHITTY IN THE BLACK DOG YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT BITCH that's how this song makes me feel)

how did it end? (unfortunately, everything described in these lyrics happened to me this year so i use it to make myself feel even worse when i'm having a breakdown)

i hate it here (i just hate it here, simple as that)

the prophecy (i've been single my whole life)

peter ("you said you were gonna grow up and then you were gonna come find me" joe alwyn, i'm in your walls)

the bolter (that's me she sings about, btw!)

and here are my skips:

ttpd (i fucking hate this song, it turns me into some evil creature)

but daddy i love him (idk, i just don't like it)

and when it comes to the rest of the songs, i like them, but they don't make me rip my hair out or anything. sometimes i skip them, sometimes i don't. depends on my mood.

now your turn to tell me Everything! <3

[sororygilmore]

ttpd initial thoughts (first listen!!) please don't kill me you guys

a lot of the songs remind me of 1989 vault tracks; also please please please jack free us from the synthesizer please i'm begging on my knees

highlights: tortured poets, my boy only breaks his favourite toys, florida!!!, fresh out the slammer, and but daddy i love him

Fortnight - i like it !! i love you it's ruining my life fr??!! it's definitely going to grow on me (also the opening lyrics are likeeee)

Tortured Poets Department - IK I WOULD LIKE THIS THE SECOND IT REMINDED ME OF SUBURBAN LEGENDS idk what it is but!! who else is going to know you if not me!! who's gonna hold you like me??? no-fucking-body!! the charlie puth mention just made me giggle...AND YOU TOLD LUCY YOU WOULD KILL YOURSELF IF YOU EVER LEFT ME??

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys - favourite so far omfg i adore the oh-oh-ohs and the vibe it's actually so good and I CLAIMED IT SO <3 and this one gives even MORE SUBURBAN LEGENDS LIKE IS THIS THE SUBURBAN LEGENDS ALBUM. also ONCE I FIX ME HE'S GONNA MISS ME. that's literally me??

Down Bad - yeahhh this is?? something. least favourite so far i think. but this really is the swearing album damn. fuck it i was in love so fuck you if i can't have us??

So Long, London - PLEASE JACK SPARE ME FROM THE SYNTHESIZER it's killing me anyway this is !!!!!!! also something. i like a lot of the lyrics !! and the repetition!!

But Daddy I Love Him - this one is prettyyyyy omg. they slammed the door on my whole world !!!! AND NOW I THINK I LOVE IT (the song) like okay bet!!!!!!! SCREAMING BUT DADDY I LOVE HIM??? def another favourite! also ohh some of those lyrics again...

Fresh Out The Slammer - also like this one!! anddd probably another favourite now. the way she sings pretty baby?? WEARING IMAGINARY RINGS?

Florida!!! - THIS ONE IS ACTUALLY SO. OH!!!!!!!!! cunty asf. and that's that. florida is one hell of a drug florida can i use you up !! florence sounds so good.

Guilty as Sin? - it was kinda too long and i only liked the outro but yk

Who's Afraid of Little Old Me? - sounds like you're losing me on synthesizers !! i don't mind it though SO TELL ME EVERYTHING IS NOT ABOUT ME BUT WHAT IF IT IS mecore?! jk

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) - olivia should sue (this is a joke guys please understand it). kinda disappointed me but it'll probably grow on me !!

loml - it made me sleepy and that's all i remember. i love the lyric i wish i could un-recall how we almost had it all

I Can Do It With a Broken Heart - i really ?? don't like most of the lyrics but: I'M SO OBSESSED WITH HIM BUT HE AVOIDS ME LIKE A PLAGUE only real i can do it with a broken heart lyrics bc literally me

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived - no opinions idk i like the lyric 'did you sleep with a gun under our bed?' 'good riddance' gracie should sue (also a joke)

The Alchemy - honestly who are we to fight the alchemy is definitely going to become a tiktok edit lyric i'm calling it but i also like this one its a vibe!!

Clara Bow - pretty !!!!!!! YOU LOOK LIKE TAYLOR SWIFT IN THIS LIGHT.

[broadway-vriska]

I fucked up. We all know I fucked up 8y killing and/or maiming my friends. 8ut like, I didn't expect anything 8ad to come out of it, right? I just made a little mist8ke 8y killing Tavros, and I can make it all 8etter by saving everyone else and proving just how gr8 I am!

No Good Deed (original song) from Wicked

Lyric edits 8y me

Cover art 8y @broadwayy-karkat

[spoken] Tavros! [sung] oh god, such a bitch such a bitch I went too far, I just wanted to help him oh god, such a bitch such a bitch I went too far, I just wanted to help him

Let someone find his corpse find his spreading bloodstain I just wanted him to learn to take pain Let someone kiss him fast But his dreamself’s gone! Why! I’m an idiot! I didn’t want him to die… Didn’t want him to die…

oh god, such a bitch such a bitch I went too far, I just wanted to help him oh god, such a bitch such a bitch I went too far, I just wanted to… wanted to…

What good is this whining? Nothing I do is succeeding! I don’t even know what trick I ought to try Oh Tavros why did I Leave you there dead and bleeding? One more disaster I can add to my Generous supply?

No good deed goes unpunished No manipulation goes unresented No good deed goes unpunished That’s my new creed Trying to make him stronger Led where such roads always lead No good deed Goes unpunished!

Terezi Aradia Tavros Tavros!!

One question haunts and hurts Too much, too much to mention: Was I really helping him Or just seeking attention? Is that all good deeds are When looked at through the other’s eyes? If that’s all good deeds are Maybe that’s the reason why

No good deed goes unpunished All helpful urges should be circumvented No good deed goes unpunished Sure, I meant well - Well, look at what well-meant did: All right, enough - so be it So be it, then: Let all Paradox space be agreed I’m wicked through and through Since I can not succeed At Tavros, helping you I’ll do one last good deed I’ll kill Jack or cause my end To save all my friends One good deed I can make amends!

[kimtaegis]

I'm going to try to explain this as coherently as I can. I want Jungkook to do his thing, but at the same time, it is bothering me so much that his thing seems to be basic, crass songs about sex. Like, brother in Christ, there is a nuanced, fun, genuinely sexy way to do explicit songs that doesn't read thoughtless, fuckboi nonsense. Hello, "My Time," get off the floor, my love?! I hated Seven, but 3D is making me feel like I was harsh on her. At least Latto has flow and brings energy. WHY, for the love of all things holy, did anyone green light Jack Harlow rapping about AGB????!!!! I was LIVID because have we not had enough of white men fetishizing Asian women. And there weren't even any Asian women in the MV!!! And then the optics of the women being lined up beside him one by one. WHO OKAYED THIS???? The members as a group and in their solo work have dabbled with explicit lyrics, sex, etc. But it has never felt like this "fuck it to hell, I wanna be famous and I'll do it in the easiest way possible, lemme talk about champagne confetti." Are you serious??? This man gave us "Still With You." And I do hold Jungkook responsible for a fair amount of it. He's 26 and obviously gets final say on the final product. I get that he wants to be seen as a grown up, but all I'm seeing is the equivalent of the Nickelodeon/ Disney kids going ham to break the image. This ain't it, okay? And if the rumours I'm hearing about his EP are true, it's going to be a hard pass for me. I have never recoiled from a song that came from BTS or a member the way I have with Jungkook's singles so far. I'm aghast at his potential (which he has showcased so much in past) being squandered on this run-of-mill, brainless, nonsense. Sure, he'll get the numbers, it's going straight to radio and this fandom is bleeting in unison like sheep possessed. But he's lost a lot of my respect for him.

you expressed yourself well and I can sympathise with your negative feelings and where they’re coming from… I honestly am just as shocked about harlow’s rap being greenlit both from the team behind but also from jungkook himself. it makes me wonder once again how much he was actually involved in everything simply because I hate the thought of him being aware of the lyrics and letting them through on the nod… you can very much make a light, fun, sexy song without putting problematic phrases and innuendos in it. again, it all comes back to nuance in pretty much all aspects of this whole song discussion. wanting to be seen as mature/ as a grown-up also means taking responsibility for everything that’s put out in your name (with your consent ofc). we could probably talk about this for hours on end though and unfortunately it doesn’t change much cause as you said at the end, there’re enough people who simply do not care about all of this, blindly support their fave artist and want to vibe. I saw that 3D (edit: the version with JH) is currently number three on spotify global right after Seven, so yeah. numbers equal success, success means the support and demand is there, and so the chances are high that he will keep going in this direction, I’m afraid. but let’s wait for his album, he’s been full of surprises, maybe he’ll surprise once more, and this time in a more positive way, again

[butchsophiewalten]

Findjackwalten 07/14/23 Update Walkthrough

Last night Findjackwalten updated! We've got one page update and two new pages. Let's start:

Findjackwalten.com

Our main page has updated! Jack and Rose's pictures are gone, and the whole page is greyed out now as opposed to being red. The shutdown text has changed to read "You just couldn't stay home, could you?". The play button here still works, with all new audio. It's a car radio, first it's an afternoon weather report, then just some talk radio intermission, and then it's music. There's also car noise, tires on asphalt, chair squeaks, turn signal, and general Car Creaking.

I've already seen some people theorize that this is audio from Felix's drive home after the crash, but that doesn't make a lot of sense to me since that's already what Guilty is. Feels redundant, as much as I love the idea of Felix driving home listening to Yummy Yummy Yummy by Ohio Express.

Findjackwalten.com/martinguaridasecretanoentrar

This page's URL and title is in Spanish. It just means "Martin secret lair do not enter" and the title "q pasa tia" in this context is like, "whats up, girl?". Kinda gossipy. Meant to invoke a vibe that you're being let in on a secret.

The top of this page reads "92%", referring probably to the percentage of TWF4 that is completed. The rest of the page contains "3 funny walten facts" Which are:

"Bon the rabbit was originally called Bon the Dancing Hare by Jack, ultimately Felix vouched against that because Rabbit sounds friendlier."

This is so fun to me! I did always think Bon was pretty hare-like. Funny that Jack wanted Bon to be a Jackrabbit. Also I can't believe "Bon The Dancing Rabbit" is still real. It's been so long since I've heard anybody call him that I kinda figured it was retconned.

"During the late 70s, BSI expanded further than restaurant chains, the showstoppers became famous for way different products such as random merch, plushies, furniture, toys, watches, bed sheets, lanterns, masks, lamps, toilet seats. BSI most succesful product was "Showstopper's Comedy Extravaganza", a 1977 animated TV show that ran for 3 seasons and was cancelled in the 1979's to make room for a "bigger project". it is unknown what was the cause for BSI to milk the showstopper franchise to that extent, what was the money for?"

This is something we sorta already knew? Relocate Project implied this sort of thing But I guess we didn't really know how successful their merch ventures were until now. Turns out, they were pretty successful! The "Showstopper's Comedy Extravaganza" thing is crazy to me though, three seasons? That 'what was the money for?' comment is also very ominous. It makes me think of the planned relaunch of Bon's Burgers but considering how vague the comment is and how the Bon's Burgers relaunch was something we already knew about, I'm wondering if it's something else.

"Sophie lived on the back of a meat store for the better part of 3 years, she managed."

How do I even comment on this. This is just so fucked. It makes me sick to my stomach. She was homeless for three years? Homeless? For three years? As a teenager? I feel like i'm undergoing hitherto unexperienced Sophie Emotions. What the hell do I even say.

Findjackwalten.com/btscene

Just a whole page of behind the scenes stuff! This is also hard to comment on, really. It'd be easiest if you just went and looked at everything yourself.

There's a little play button here with Anything Goes by Cole Porter, but I think it's been edited to sound more echo-y. Like it's being played in a big empty room, but also like the next room over? I've listened to a few versions of this song before but none that sound quite like this. This is also the song that's referenced lyrically in the new years 2022 version of /investigation1, with this bit of writing:

A decent bit of the stuff on this page is from the old Patreon, but not all of it, or even like, half of it. And some stuff (like the blue and purple Felix drawing) is old concept art that had been shared in the Discord server before.

[matthewkniesys]

claire's 1k follower celebration

so somehow, in some way i have 1000 of you following me!! it feels so crazy to think that, that many people like my content enough to follow me. and 1k is a lot of people. so i just wanted to say thank you. from the bottom of my heart this genuinely means so much to me. i love each and everyone of you!!

i wanted to do a fun little celly so here we are!

rules:

only one request per ask but you can send as many requests as you want they just have to be on separate asks

please make sure you include the little emoji that represents what kind of ask you are send as it makes it way easier to sort my inbox

have fun!!

dates: july 9th - july 30th

who i write for

my au's ( you can use these for blurb requests, ig edit requests and thoughts)

lucky number 8 au

matt boldy x newhook!sister

luke hughes x zegras!sister

trevor zegras x famous singer!reader

a summer thing au with jack hughes

🍄 blurbs - send me a prompt request from one of these lists and i'll write you a short blurb (max 3 prompts per one request)

prompt list #1 (angsty)

prompt list #2 (dialogue)

prompt list #3 (fluff)

prompt list #4 (protective)

🪴 ig edit - pick a player/ one of my au's and send a theme and i'll make a short ig edit for it

🌵moodboards - send me a player/au and i'll make a moodboard for them OR send me a little about yourself and i'll make you a moodboard

🌴 spotify numbers - send me a number between 1-673 and i'll tell you what song that is on my liked songs playlist

🌿 song association - send me this and i'll pick a song i associate you with (moots only)

☘ cym (cast your mutuals) - send me this and a theme and i'll cast my mutuals (ex: cym as favourite movies)

🪻fmk (fuck,marry,kill) - send me three players, actors, singers, characters, whoever and i'll play fmk

🌷song lyrics - send me a song you like and i'll tell you my favourite lyric

💐song battle - send me 2 songs and i'll pick which i like better

some amazing moots that i love so much (if i forgot to tag you i'm so so sorry): @nicohischierz @hvghes @waysicouldhave @hhughes @just-another-lovesong @1-800-iluvhockey @studsccsnackavoybambi @drysdalesv @drei-mrssvechii @bitchinbarzal @locklylemybeloved @honorarycallowaysister @loveofmygracie @tisthedamnseasns @sweetestdesire @6thomas @nicojackl0v3r @hischierhaze @corneliaskates @cobrakaisb @alextturcotte @2manytabsopen @jimmy-snuggs @lvrzegras @jackhues @sydnikov @youunravelme @jamiesdrysdale @svechnikovvv @yankstrash @qhughes43 @estapaluv @snugglebug-92

[gnirewolf]

this kinda goes hand-in-hand with another post I just saw, but re:weird social censorship nowadays, there's a popular song rn by Jack Harlow called Lovin' On Me. it played on the radio like a bunch when I went back home, and the radio edit was so weird, like here's the first lyrics in the chorus:

and the radio had it censored so it was like:

I'm vanilla, baby (I don't like no ... and you can't tie me down) I'll ... but I ain't no ... baby

and it was just weird when I looked up the actual lyrics. I was trying to figure them out from context, and got it way wrong (I thought it might be "I fuck pussy, but I ain't no pussy, baby"). like I guess that line could be perceived as violent, it's a fair read though contextually wrong, but the whips and chains censorship also makes no fucking sense. what ever happened to rihanna S&M playing all the fucking time on pop stations !!

[neuroticbookworm]

Step by Step Episode 9 Ramblings

Episode 8 Ramblings, here

Jeng has managed to get Pat's mom's approval before he can convince Pat to be his boyfriend lol

Well, it looks like Corporate Daddy is putting all his frustrations into getting absolutely JACKED

He's in an all-black suit. Oh noooo.

"Did you guys plan on meeting up?" Are they implying that Pat's mom and dad are not together? I love that separation and divorce are becoming more normalized in Asian media. It's definitely better to separate and enjoy whatever little peace of mind is left, than to stay together, fighting and miserable, while traumatizing the children in the process.

I'm LOVING this Gordon Ramsey reference.

Chot continues to be the best human being in this show

Oh my god, I was right. He's looking for a replacement. He is fleeing the country again, I KNEW IT

Why does this dude look so familiar?

Some quick sleuthing, and I've found that he's the guy who has a crush on Uea in Bed Friend!

Goddamn, Jeng, you adorable, adorable gentleman. Not the "jacket 'round my shoulders is yours" moment, you sly old fox

Oooooooooof, Pat. FUCK, THAT HURTS

I'm sinking lower and lower into my chair, with every passing dialogue in this conversation, dreading the outcome. Oh god, somebody fucking hold me T-T

"How could you like me. It doesn't make sense". Ahhhhh Pat, it doesn't make sense to you, because you were being delulu and believed that Jeng is straight. To Jeng, it makes perfect sense

Not my beloved Jaab immediately clocking into Pat and Jeng's situation, while his misery was overlooked by basically everyone after the JaabJane kiss. JUSTICE FOR JAAB!

"People are allowed to be weak" I'M NOT CRYING, I'M NOT, NOPE T-T

I love that Pat and Jane are already bonding over how dumb the brothers are, lol.

WHAT DID YOU WISH FOR, PAT?

Pat's conversation with Mom and Dad is such a pivotal moment. Pat is finally realizing that in all the work stress, the relationship drama with Put and his confusing feelings about Jeng, he really has forgotten to take stock of himself and his emotions.

"Everywhere I go, it's filled with memories" Okay, now Pat is straight up spitting heartbreak lyrics. "I see you everywhere, the only thing we share is this small town" ~ Death by a Thousand Cuts, Taylor Swift

And his parents' advice is spot on. "Life always has people coming in and people going out. But what will stay with you is yourself". It's always good advice to stop and look inward when everything around you feels chaotic.

Ohhhhhh the waterworks in this episode are REAL

I'm in LOVE with this scene. YES, PLEASE, we need more portrayals of divorce as the happier and healthier choice!

A succinct summary of capitalism

Jane resigned a month ago?! WHAT. I thought he was just going on a long vacation or something

"Next time, you're the one who's getting pregnant" lmaooo AE, I LOVE YOU, DO YOU HEAR ME?

Jaab's face right after Ae gave birth is cracking me up lol

So we're still not addressing the Ae-Khanun-Beam mess, huh? Alright.

HOLD ON. Jane is back in Pink and appears to be getting on a cab that looks very similar to the overnight ones they took a couple episodes ago. Is there still hope? Is he coming back to Bangkok?

Well, Pat, is a box full of your favorite snack as a late birthday gift straightforward enough for you?

"It makes sense to me." Perfect callback. Perfect response.

OH MY GOD, are the clouds parting? Is the slowburn REALLY OVER? ARE WE FINALLY, FINALLY GONNA SEE JENGPAT KISS? If this ends up being some editing trickery, I'm gonna riot!

[jewishrizahawkeye]

hello! welcome back to my FMA Characters as Taylor Swift albums!!! please note this was written before ttpd dropped. previous albums are here:

debut, fearless (taylor’s version), speak now (taylor’s version), RED (taylor’s version), 1989 (taylor’s version), 𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔲𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇, 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒌𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆

now, let’s discuss the 13 20 21 22 sleepless nights from taylor’s past:

Midnights

Roy Mustang

- this isn’t a surprise is you follow me considering how often i’ve gone crazy over how roy coded antihero is

- the concept of the album is 13 midnights from taylor’s past that she’s revisiting. though the album feels more like a conversation between taylor’s relationship to fame and her personal life AND from very recent events of finding out when certain songs were written (jack antonoff you petty as bitch i love you) the album has a deeper meaning. while still about 13 nights from taylor’s past it also feels like it’s her trying to find a way to save her current relationship and she’s doing that by looking back at old relationships and how’s those failed/ended or started to understand what is going wrong now.

- it also feels like a threat at times to yogurt boy (ex boyfriend i won’t name) that she can leave though it’s clear she doesn’t want to leave. she wants to make this work because of all he did to help at her lowest of lows and helped show her a different aspect of life she could have. but her partner isn’t giving anything. and she is slowly dying.

- …

- alright now that i’m done with my rant, that very well be edited later because we’re getting new taylore by the fucking day and it’s changing perspectives on EVERYTHING, we can move on

- this album has been criticized for not having as deep of lyrics as her previous two albums (cause people are fucking idiots and can’t read anything past a pop beat ((STARES AT AYHTDWS))) but the album is still full of great lines and songs that show us different sides of taylor.

- i do however think that based off how the album is presented and shown it feels very roy coded. with the album showing different sides of taylor and her past regrets and knowing just how different her life could be if she did just one thing differently (john mayer i am in your fucking walls). this resonates a lot with roy’s character and what we know about his life

- most notably the song anti-hero is roy coded as hell. a monster of your own making and the deep fear of driving the person you love away because of your own hands… that’s roy baby!

- but that theme carry’s over into several other songs such as midnight rain or you’re on your own kid. and while those songs are different stories and from a female perspective, there is still a voice of loneliness in them and your past decisions haunting you and being unable to escape it. that you had wanted of this one thing for so long but now that you got it you fully see the damage it has done not only to you but others and now have to live with the decision. this comes through for taylor as her wanting to be famous and her disliking of celebrity life as she doesn’t see herself as human anymore, while for roy he views himself as a monster for his previous actions and is doing everything he can to try and right his wrongs

- both have a similar view of themselves but also feel like this is their own fault. they both made their bed now they must lie in it.

- so i wander through these nights/i prefer hiding in plain sight/this fourth drink in my hand/these DESPERATE PRAYERS OF A CURSED MAN!/spilling out to you for free…/but darling darling please you wouldn’t take me word for it if you knew who was talking…/if you knew where i was walking…/to a house, not a home, all alone cause nobody’s there…/where i pace in my pen and my friends found people who care…/no one sees you lose when you’re playing solitaire

- (of course user dearreader assigns sad little meow meow as dear reader)

- everything i touch becomes sick with sadness…

- all of me changed like midnight rain/he wanted it comfortable i wanted that pain

- i have this thing where i get older but just never wiser

- sometimes i feel like everyone’s a sexy baby and i’m a monster on the hill/to big to hang out slowly lurching toward your favorite city/pierced through the heart but never killed/did you hear my cover narcissism i disguise as altruism like some kind of congressman?

- do you see the difference? i love how riza walked several steps behind roy while still protected him. riza doesn't put roy in the basement. she’s not afraid of his shine. she lets him bejeweled.

- there are love songs on here that i’ve already talked about being royai coded in their own posts and or me feral posting about royai (labyrinth, sotb, sweet nothing, lavender haze, etc.) and like… yeah that’s there.

- also, while i don’t view the song in this way, it has been pointed out to me how you’re losing me is very Roy vs. Envy coded and i have to acknowledge that here but not in my own heart cause if i do that then ill lose my mind over the song even more than i already do.

- but, that’s my ted talk. thank you all for coming and reading these posts! and remember:

[ifonotlnow]

REVIEW NOBODY CARES ABOUT PART V: VIEW MONSTER EDITION

Track listing

Kaleidoskull: 5.5/10

Good song, but ya'll know how I feel about instrumentals.

Amnesia Was Her Name: 7.5/10

I don't really have anything to say. I like it

The Man in Stripes and Glasses:8.5/10

Listening to the Spotify version makes me sad because I could do without the spooky sounds vol. 6 at the end. But I'm not rating spooky sounds vol. 6, am I? No, I'm rating The an With Stripes in Glasses, so 8/10. Also, who else would write a song about Waldo from Where's Waldo being burned to death by a reader's magnifying glass.

Marketland: 7.75/10

This song really are on me, that opening bass is iconic.

Gadzooks: ONE MILLION/10

Best lemon demon song ever (jk probably like a 6.5/10)

Knife Fight: 8/10

Have you seen the live version of this song? because it's freakin' great. It's just two guys in the dorkiest outfits ever threatening to stab each other while holding fake knives. Also, somebody said once this this song has homoerotic energy but I don't really get it. Except that one lyric. You know which.

The Only House That’s Not on Fire (Yet): 7.5/10

Love the percussion at the beginning. This song definitely has some meaning but I'm too stupid to decipher it cool metaphors, I think. I have no Idea what it means.

The Ocean: 7.5/10

mixed feeling on the waltz part, but the rest is cool! Love this song!

The Afternoon: 8/10

This song used to make me almost cry haha. Good

Spring Heeled Jack: : 8/10

I wanna learn how to play this song on piano soso bad. If any of you know where to find some good sheet music for this song, hit me up. any ways the live only not version is a fucking travesty.

Being a Rock Star: 9/10

soso good I love it yayyy.

secretly about herOIN

Ask For Nothing: 7/10

damn 😞

The Satirist’s Love Song: 7/10

damn 😞

The Machine: 7/10

Just mid after mid after mid, huh? JK I love this song and the two before it.

Bill Watterson: 8/10

If I had a nickel for every time a song I really liked was about a weird stalker who is obsessed with a celebrity, I'd have etc etc etc I don't want to finish the quote.

Something Glowing: 7/10

ehh don't love it. nothing against it, it just never grew on me