#Okay I'm gonna practice piano now

[golden--flowers]

Weird bad experience :(

[leeechin]

☆ piano player bf sunghoon ! (18+!!!) 🎹 🎼 🎧

warnings: nonidol!au, sunghoon plays the piano, semi public sex, fingering (f.rec), sunghoon fingers reader infront of his piano lol, pet names (hoonie, baby, sweetheart), lowercase intended, dom! hoon x sub!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before tapping), slight unrealistic writing of the piano (?), barely any plot again, sorry.

word count: ( 1.6k )

♡ enha m.list | post queue | navigation

you're getting ready to leave your shared apartment with sunghoon, he was in the middle of his last piano lesson he gave to kids. you were so excited to see your boyfriend after many hours, today being one of the few days your work gave you a day off. and you were going to make sure every second of this day would be spent with sunghoon.

sending your boyfriend a quick text that you were on the way, grabbing your keys from the key bowl you and sunghoon had, walking down the stairs to your car.

you felt so giddy once you arrived at sunghoon's work, greeting his co workers and going to the room he was teaching, knowing that he was now wrapping up the lesson.

you opened the door to see sunghoon shuffling thru the neat pile of music notes, placing them into a folder and handing it to the kid he just finished the lesson with.

the kid looks up to you, a huge grin splayed across her face. you give her a smile in return. "sunghoon is this your girlfriend?" the girl asks, sunghoon nods in response. the girl turning her attention back to you. "you’re so pretty! like a princess!" she compliments. you give your a boyfriend a joyful look as he grins widely at you in return. sunghoon gets up from his seat, bringing the folder of organized music sheets inside, handing it to the little girl. "practice the first two sheets and we'll work on more the next time i see you."

"okay! see you sunghoon and princess girlfriend!" the girl exclaims. you smile again at what the little girl called you. sunghoon moves next to you one arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. "see you next week hana." sunghoon bidding his goodbye for the week.

looking up to the opened door, the receptionist guiding hana back to the main lobby. "you have no more lessons for the day." she says. "alright. i'm staying behind for a bit. i wanna show y/n a little piece of mine i composed." sunghoon says, the receptionist nodding in return, closing the door behind her.

you turn to face sunghoon, body still in his embrace. placing a small kiss on his lips. "composed a little something for you." sunghoon murmurs against your lips, giving you another quick before pulling away.

"i'm all ears hoonie." you respond, watching as your boyfriend moved towards the piano.

you drank in the sight of him in his white button up shirt and black trouser. it was so simple but looked so good on him, the sleeves slightly rolled up showing his muscly arms. you thank his friends for pushing him to go to gym more often. and you couldn’t even get started on his hands, thinking about all the he's wrapped them around your throat, how his long slender fingers stuffed in you so deep everytime he fingered you.

sunghoon placed his finger on the keys of the piano, noticing how you've been gazing his hands a little too long. you swear you came to visit your boyfriend with no intentions but wanting to spend time with him, it was just too hard to resist how hot your boyfriend when he's playing the piano.

"focus elsewhere? you like the piano?" sunghoon teases. "what piano?" you respond quickly, snapping out of your trance once you've realized what you said.

sunghoon laughs at your realization, gesturing for you to stand a bit closer to his piano. "cmon baby focus. i'll give you what you want after this." testing out the keys with a quickly melody before starting to play the piece he composed. the beautiful sounds of the piano filling the room.

"fuck baby you're gonna have to be quiet for me." sunghoon murmurs against the skin of your neck. off key sounds of the piano fill the room as you hold onto it, your hands occasionally crashing onto it whenever you lift your hands. sunghoon has two of his long slender fingers stuffed deep into your pussy, going in and out of you at a relentless pace.

sunghoon brings his hand that’s been resting over your tit to the piano keys, playing a little composition, attempting to cover up the fact that he's two fingers deep in you. "feels so good hoonie." you whine biting your bottom lip so hard to suppress any moans leaving your mouth. "shit baby gotta have you ride my face one day." sunghoon grunts. a loud gasp escapes your lips when sunghoon adds a third finger. he's quick to bring his hand that's been playing the piano to cover your mouth.

"be a good girl for me. you don't want anybody to walk in seeing me stretch out your cunt with my fingers do you sweetheart?" you whine a yes against his hand, a smirk plastered on sunghoon's at the sight of you.

you were seated on his lap, back leaning against his front, slightly arched from how sunghoon was fingering you. tears streaming down your face from the sensation. baby tee slightly wrinkly up from sunghoon's hand going under it earlier, gray pleated skirt bunched out with your panties pulled to the side.

it was such a mess, you were such a mess. a couple of sunghoon's music sheets scattered on the floor. it was all too good for neither of the two of you to care. your boyfriend now three fingers deep in you. clouds were starting to fill your vision, you swear that you were in heaven. throwing your head back when sunghoon's fingertips hit that one spot that turned your legs into jelly.

"are you close baby?" sunghoon asks, picking up his pace, moving his thumb on the hand that was fingering you to rub your clit to add on to the stimulation.

trusting you to not make any sounds as he removed his hand that was covering your mouth to go under your shirt again, grabbing and resting on one of your tips, messily fondling with the bra strap to where it was sliding down your shoulder. "yes." you whine.

your words were soft as you were quick to take your bottom lip under your upper lip trying to fulfill your boyfriend's requests of no sounds. i mean after all, you guys were in the room he uses to teach people the piano!

"shit baby i can feel you clenching so tight around my fingers." sunghoon murmurs, kisses peppering around your nape. the faint melody of one of his hands playing the piano again. you start to let out soft noises, lucky that the piano keys were covering the sounds.

"m' cumming hoonie! please!" you throw your head back against his shoulder, hands crashing forward on the piano keys, sunghoon shushes you, slowing down his pace as your orgasm hits you, body slightly shaking.

"you did so good for me sweetheart, such pretty sounds you make too." sunghoon praises, the sound of him sucking his fingers that were covered in your release. he groaned at the sweet taste of you. standing you up infront of his piano, turning you around to place a kiss on your lips, you moaned against sunghoon's lips at the taste of you, moving your hands to unbutton a couple buttons of his shirt.

sunghoon's quick to pull away from your guys' kiss, carefully closing the top that covered his piano keys, turning you around. your hands landed over the cover, bent over his piano. you push your hips back, ass wiggling cutely. "hoonie wanna feel you inside." you beg, feeling his large hands hold your hips to keep you in place. "gonna have to be quick sweetheart." he grunts, pulling down his trousers just enough for his dick to spring out.

giving his cock a few tugs before aligning his tip to your entrance, sunghoon hisses when when he pushes in, immediately feeling how your velvety walls sucked in and clenched around his length. forgetting what your boyfriend told you, a loud moan escapes your lips at the feeling of sunghoon bottoming out, every inch of him filled deep into your messy pussy.

"gotta be quiet baby." sunghoon reminds you, stuffing two fingers in your mouth to suppress any sounds. your eyes half lidded and rolling back as sunghoon fastened his pace, mercilessly pounding deep into your cunt. you push your hips back wanting more of sunghoon. a harsh slap is delivered across your ass, making you moan against sunghoon's digits in your mouth.

sunghoon's hand on your hip holds you tightly as he continued slamming into you, sounds of his hips hitting against your ass filled the room, with your muffled cries and moans. you guys sure were hoping no one was hearing the two of you outside of the door.

"baby m' gonna cum, finish with me like the good girl you are." sunghoon says, finishing deep inside your fluttering cunt as he slowed down his pace stilling inside of you. that triggered your release to follow shortly after, a few tears dragging down your face at the intense orgasm.

your boyfriend helps you place your panties back in place properly, pulling your skirt down so that it was covering your ass again. he turned you around wiped your tear streaked face before fixing himself up again, also tidying up the scattered music sheets on the floor.

you pull sunghoon for a loving kiss. "you don’t think they heard us right?" you ask, "don’t think so." sunghoon responded. the two of guys agreed to that, knowing deep inside you guys didn’t try as hard to contain the sounds.

walking down the hallway hand in hand, you and sunghoon run into sunoo. both you and sunghoon being stopped in your tracks. sunoo throws you two a disgusted look, covering both of his ears dramatically.

"you guys are lucky that kid was the last person of the day for a lesson! my poor ears!"

[transbunnyboi]

Okokokokok I have to detail this because its still fresh in my brain and I don't wanna forget it so !!!! ALSO This is gonna be a long post sooo!!! So what happened was, we were talking about automatic pianos and he said had one and that he could show it to me because he had it in his apartment. So we go and THIS DUDE ACTUALLY HAS ONE I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A PLOY TO GET ME TO HIS PLACE BUT NO. So he shows it to me and we talk about that and other stuff for a while and he asks if I wanna stay over for a bit and watch something with him so I agree and we get on the couch and I'm a feral idiot and I asked "Oh so is this when you pretend to yawn so you can pull me in for a kiss?" and we. Ended up making out on his couch without even turning the TV on >//////<

He just tastes soooo so so so good aaaaa I'm blushing just thinking about him!!!! You guys already know how I am and how feral I've been recently so I actually was very uhmmmmm rough with him kinda slightly a little bit (I pushed him down and got on top of him while kissing him and he bit my lip and it bled anddhfgsgdfjhgf >/////< !!!!!) and he kept calling me a pretty boy and oughhhhhhh (btw he really likes the colour brown, everything in there was like being at a really old dude's place. OKAY. I will say this in the middle of describing sex. His place is kinda exactly how someone would expect a professor's house to be. Like. It's like looking up dark acidemia on Pinterest and selecting the first image to be your entire house 😭 he also has old Halloween decorations still up 😭 this dude) ANYWAYS So I, a WHORE, started begging him to fuck me and I ended up with my pants and underwear at my ankles and him on his knees without his shirt and he… wasn't very good at oral but that's alright because his tongue felt really really good inside of me and he kept saying I tasted good sdfhgjsdgjfhd, and when his jaw got tired he leaned his head against my thigh and started stretching my boycunt with his fingers and then after a bit of that he went back to sucking my tdick. And okay. Okay. This is the part I. omfg.

He pulled back again and looked up at me and there was blood all over his lips and I guess it turns out that he ?? accidentally cut me or scraped against me too hard or something with his nails (his fingers are so big) or something but I didn't feel it at all and so I got kinda embarrassed and I started apologising and this bitch goes "It's okay, I like the taste of blood." AND WENT BACK IN AND OH MY GODDD Eventually he stands up and I'm practically frothing at the mouth because I can see how hard he is in his pants and I'm praying that he'll fuck me because my boycunt is literally stretched and my thighs are spread open for him but he ends up sitting next to me and pulling me onto his lap (having me face away), and this bastard moved my hair slightly and started biting me and. I haven't mentioned the fact that I get VERY limp with love bites, my entire body gets really really weak because my neck is extremely sensitive and dhsgdjfhgdhfg

And he starts asking me random fucking questions and I can't even respond because of the fact that I can fucking hear him biting and sucking on my neck and I'm WHIMPERING and squirming so fucking much and he fucking laughs slightly and makes fun of me for not being able to talk and fucckhdfgjdhgsjhdgf After me begging for so fucking fucking long he finally fucking buried his fingers back into my boycunt and hsdfghgfhjdsgfh gOd it felt so good and he kept palming my poor tdick and I swear to god it made up for him not being great at giving head I swear it felt so fucking good. His fingers felt so so so good inside my wet boycunt and he kept asking me questions about stupid shit and I couldn't pay attention at all and it felt so so fucking good !!!!!!!

two of the things that stuck out to me were "Does it feel good, baby? You're soaking my hand so well right now." And (this one made me whine and buck my hips sooo so much oguhh), "You always talk so much. What happened, honey?" AND OUGHHH FUCK. I feel the need to emphasise that he's. Southern. That he has a heavy southern accent, and a low voice. When I say that he fucking growled that petname in my ear I mean it, he fucking growled it and went back to biting my neck oughhh fucccck.

My cunt felt so fucking good and he ended up making out with me again before making me cum. He literally made me feel so fucking good and ough my god.

I asked if he wanted me to reciprocate but he said he didn't need it and we kissed for a really long time afterward and talked. I'm still at his place right now. I feel. Weird??? Idk just pray that he has like. idk a really weird hobby or is an actual murderer or something because I???? Idk aaaaaaaaaaaaa

[miryum]

"The Cruise"

Summary: Detective!Jason Todd x detective!Reader based on Jake and Amy’s relationship

Series Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of violence (but nothing descriptive), guns and other police stuff

Series Masterlist

Y/n was incredibly proud of her outfit. She had scoured all of Gotham’s tackiest stores and invaded their clearance sections, picking out the most obnoxious outfits she could find. Now, standing in the precinct, Y/n was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and cargo shorts. Her goal was to dress like a suburban dad and she had succeeded. “Okey dokey.” Y/n told Steph, “the car is picking Jason and me up in two minutes. You cool with keeping tabs on my cases while I'm on the cruise?”

Steph nodded. “You bet. I hope you two have a great time. You guys definitely deserve it.”

“I am psyched to go on this week-long cruise, just sitting around doing nothing,” Y/n gushed.

Jason finished talking with Dick when he walked over to Y/n, placing an arm around her waist and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You ready to go?” he asked. “I signed us up for ballroom dancing ‘cause it seemed pretty cool. Is that okay?”

Y/n nodded, beaming up at him. “Good-bye, coworkers!” she called. “Or as they like to say at sea… honk! Honk!” She imitated a ship horn, pulling down on an imaginary rope.

An hour or so later, Jason helped Y/n out of the car as she grinned, “this is so great.” The boat they were taking was a majestic thing and both of them were excited to have some time off from work. “Seagulls, check. The ocean, check. A gang of oldies in short shorts, check, check, check.” Y/n grimaced as a pack of elderly people walked past, showing way too much skin for her liking. 

“We are definitely on a cruise,” Jason muttered.

As the pair walked up to the ship, an attendant beamed and said in a customer service voice, “Welcome aboard!”

Y/n thanked the attendant before Jason pulled her away to their room. “So I was thinking we could partake in some vigorous activity before relaxing?” He smirked as he pulled open the door.  

Y/n hummed and laughed lightly. “Oh, that sounds like a good idea.” She tugged on Jason’s shirt and Jason pulled her towards the bed.

Suddenly, before the couple could continue, an announcement came over the loudspeakers in the hallway. The voice carried into their room and called, “The all-ages piano lounge is now open and serves bottomless margaritas.” Jason and Y/n looked at each other, not impressed. Jason buried his face in Y/n’s neck and began peppering kisses on her skin when the announcement continued and said, “we also serve a drink with a potato skin in it.”

Y/n popped up and exclaimed, “ohh! To the all-ages piano lounge!” 

Jason groaned and practically collapsed on her, but couldn’t help but chuckle. He muttered something and pressed a kiss to her jawline before saying, “alright, let’s go.” 

Y/n smiled and kissed him lightly. “You’re the best.”

“I know.”

“Welcome aboard, ladies and gentlemen, but especially ladies,” a man said seductively into a microphone when Y/n and Jason walked hand-in-hand into the piano lounge.

Y/n’s brows furrowed and she mumbled, “I know that voice.”

“Get ready. It's time for some smush songs,” the man said before he started to play the piano.

Y/n gasped dramatically and her head whipped to stare at the man on stage. “Roy Harper! The Red Arrow. He's here.” Jason looked around before finally noticing the man on stage.

From behind the piano, Roy said, “we got songs about smushing, songs for smushing to, songs for the kids. This is the all-ages piano lounge. My daughter loves my songs,” he commented.

“I can't believe he's here! I've been hunting him for years and now fate has dropped him right into my lap,” Y/n cried. “He's gonna be so surprised when he sees me.”

“Hey, L/n, you made it!” Roy called from up on the stage, waving enthusiastically. A spotlight moved to shine on Y/n and Jason. “What took you so long, darling?” Jason sighed and his face deadpanned.

“Okay, seems like he's playing it pretty cool,” Y/n muttered. “He’s probably more surprised on the inside.”

“Uh-huh,” Jason couldn’t help but chuckle tiredly, knowing that their entire vacation was now to be preoccupied by Roy Harper.

At the end of Roy’s song (Y/n had very patiently waited until his set was over), Y/n and Jason cornered Roy. “L/n, it's no coincidence you're on a ship. You won a free cruise without entering a contest.”

“You did what?!” Jason interrupted. 

Roy ignored him. “How do you think that happened?”

“I don't know.” Y/n stuck her tongue out, refusing to be caught in Harper’s trap. “Maybe it's because I bought Alvin and the Chipmunks: Chipwrecked, and the Internet realised that cruises were one of my interests.”

“Great film,” Roy complimented. “Why does no one acknowledge what great range Matthew Gray Gubler has to go from Criminal Minds to Simon?!”

“Damn straight.” Yn snapped her fingers in appreciation. 

“But the tickets are all me,” Roy admitted. “I brought you here 'cause I'm in peril.”

“Pfft. Peril.” Y/n scoffed. Jason wandered away to check out the buffet.

“Don't ‘pfft’ my peril.” Roy wagged his finger, one hand on his hip sassily.

“Pfft,” Y/n repeated.

“Somebody's trying to kill me,” Roy insisted. “I need protection, so I sent for my best friend.”

“I am not your best friend,” Y/n hissed. “I'm your worst enemy. Get that through your head.”

“It's this kind of bickering that makes us such an adorable couple.” Roy held up his hands in a heart. 

Jason returned from the buffet, holding a plate piled high with food. He offered a doughnut to Y/n and she took it, kissing him on the cheek before glaring back at Roy. “Whatever, Roy. You're under arrest.”

“You can't arrest me, darling,” Roy raised a brow, smirking. “We're in international waters, which is also why I can smoke as much weed as I want. Welcome to the high seas.” He snickered.

Y/n shook her head. “No, no way that that's true. Jay, tell me I can arrest him right now. I wanna arrest him!” She stamped her foot.

Jason shrugged and said, “Harper’s right. We have no jurisdiction. Technically this boat flies under the flag of Uzbekistan.”

“Uh-oh.” Roy said in a high, breathy voice, holding a theatrical hand up to his mouth. “Your boy knows about the Uzbeks.” 

“But the captain can have him arrested,” Jason reassured Y/n. “He has total authority on this boat.”

“Perfect.” Y/n grinned triumphantly. “Captains love me. Just wait until he or she finds out they're employing a criminal.”

Unfortunately, when the trio found the captain on the bridge, the captain said, “Yeah, about forty percent of the crew are criminals. It's hard to find normal people who want to live on a boat. I, myself, am a tax evader.” 

Jason raised a brow and Roy said, “yeah, if there’s anyone to use the fluffy pink handcuffs on, it’s him. Not Y/n/n. Or me.” Roy winked at Jason. Jason shot back an unimpressed look.

“I just need him locked up till we get back to Gotham,” Y/n pleaded. “Can't you just throw him in boat jail?”

Both the captain and Jason said, “It's called the brig.”

“How do you know so much about boats?” Y/n whispered to Jason.

“Roy’s my best lounge singer, and I need to keep people distracted,” the capitan defended. “Just between us, we're nearly out of ranch dressing.”

“On day one?”

“These people are animals. Listen, as long as he's on my boat, Roy Harper is a free man.”

Y/n had to resist punching the man.

“Jaybird, Y/n, welcome to my cabin, aka the Boom-Boom Stateroom.” Roy opened a cabin door with a flourish to reveal a grande suite. The large bed was covered in rose petals, ambient music was playing in the background and there was a full jacuzzi in the bathroom.

Jason’s lips parted and he had to admit that he was impressed. “This is a royale level suite,” he said. “This is for first-classers only.”

“Little perk of being Carousel Cruises' entertainer of the year,” Roy boasted. “You're welcome to chill here. It's the least I can do to thank you for protecting me.”

“Never.” Y/n poked him in the chest. “This protection scam is a scam. Do you honestly think you can fool me again just because you've successfully done it numerous times before?”

“My old boss wants me dead,” Roy protested. “I've been laying low on this ship with Lian, but I got word from a friend that they found me. I got Lois to take Lian in for a couple weeks since there's a hitman coming to end my beautiful life. That's why I sent you the free tickets.”

“No! No, no way. I'm not buying it. You can't get away from me again. Jason and I are gonna spend every second of our romantic cruise watching you.” She looked back at Jason and hesitated. “Assuming that’s okay?”

Jason was starting to think that Y/n had a bit of an unhealthy obsession with the Red Arrow. But if it was important to her, then he would go along with it. “Yep. That's what we're gonna do.” He flopped down on the bed, hoping that this thing with Roy would wrap up so he could spend some time with his girlfriend. 

“We have to find the hitman before he finds me. I'm guessing this'll take us all over the boat. That's an ENAC sitch right there. That’s ‘Every Nook And Cranny.’”

“Okay, so where's this hitman, Harper?” Y/n sighed.

“Look, I don't know who they sent, but he's on the boat.” Roy pulled out a sheet of paper. “Check out this manifest. Somebody boarded in New York named Henry Coles.”

“Henry Street and Coles Street, that's the corner of your old chop shop in Gotham,” Y/n said immediately. “It’s an alias.”

“My porter buddy checked out Henry Coles' cabin,” Roy continued. “He hasn't been in it yet. He's hiding somewhere on this boat ready to jump out and kill me at any moment. Probably creepin' around in my closet.”

“Or stowed away in a lifeboat,” Y/n murmured.

“Or hiding in a wall,” Roy added.

“Or holed up in the engine room,” Y/n grinned.

“Camouflaged in the shrubbery,” Roy snickered.

The two of them pointed at each other and said, “predator style.”

Y/n then remembered her place and groaned. “No. We are not having fun. You will not suck me in with your wily charms.”

Later that day, Jason had convinced Y/n to go to the exhibits on the cruise ship. “Oh, this ship was a transporter during World War two,” he oohed. “Did you know that they actually had to turn the barracks into another medical office because there were so many injured soldiers? The ship got shot at multiple times and sustained damage to the hull, it it’s still operational. It was bought by this cruise company thirteen years ago.” Y/n hummed along. Usually, she would be fascinated by this (or at least pretend to be fascinated), but her gaze was currently focused on Roy Harper. “Oh, and the ship fought in four battles. I wonder what types of weapons were used…” He glanced at Y/n, but seeing that she was more focused on Roy, he sighed and trudged away to explore on his own.

“Hey, little advice,” Roy called from where he was standing. “Jason is great. If you want to keep him, you may wanna be more receptive to his interests.”

“Now you're taking it too far, Harper.” Y/n shook her head and scoffed. “I don't need relationship advice from my criminal archnemesis.”

Roy held up his hands in mock defence. “I just want to see you two happy.”

“No. This is just another one of your lies, just like your fake hitman.”

“There is a hitman on this boat!” Roy sighed in exasperation. “Henry Coles is coming to kill me.”

“Excuse me?” An old man turned around, his voice wavering.

“What?”

“You said my name,” the old man smiled kindly. “I'm Henry Coles.”

“You're Henry Coles?” Y/n stared at him, her eyes wide.

“According to my medical alert bracelet.” The man nodded and tapped his medical bracelet. The old man stared down at his bracelet, confused for a moment, as if he was checking to see if he really was Henry Coles.

“Well, this is interesting.” Y/n exaggerated her words as she skipped over to the old man. “This is Henry Coles! Let's just take a look at that.” She took the old man’s wrist, briefly checking it before saying, “Oh, it says, ‘Roy Harper is a liar.’”

“Actually, it says I'm a fall risk,” the man corrected.

“Okay, you're kind of ruining my burn here, Henry,” Y/n whispered. Henry Coles shuffled away and Y/n turned towards Roy, victorious. “I knew it. I knew Henry Coles was a ninety-year old man with type one diabetes and emphysema. Obviously, I didn't know those specifics, but I knew you were lying.”

Roy frowned and crossed his arms. “So Henry Coles wasn't the guy. My bad. There's still somebody on this boat who wants to kill me!”

“You're trying to get away, and it's not gonna happen. We're spending the rest of this trip in your cabin.” Jason found his way back to Y/n and wrapped his arms around her waist. He rested his head on her hair and sighed, feeling more relaxed when he inhaled her scent. “Jason and I will take sleep shifts to make sure someone's always watching you.”

“Thank you. That makes me feel super safe,” Roy said. They started back towards the Boom-Boom Stateroom. Y/n took Jason’s hand. Roy grinned and casually said, “And if you want to smush, I have a sleep mask and noise cancelling headphones.”

Jason sighed and rolled his eyes. “Can't we just lock him up in there? Do we really have to trade off sleep for the next six nights?”

Y/n took a breath and said softly, “I know. I'm sorry.”

Jason bit the inside of his cheek and muttered, “fine. I get it. He's the Red Arrow.” In a tense voice, he said, “You take the first shift.”

“Thank you so much!” Y/n cupped Jason’s cheek. “You're the best. I lo-” Y/n was cut off by the shattering of mirror glass and the banging open of the room closet. A man barrelled into the room and tackled Roy. Y/n tensed up and tugged the man off of Roy. “Hey, GCPD! Let him go!”

The man punched Y/n and Jason practically growled. Jason wrenched the man off of Y/n and threw him to the floor. The man scampered to his feet and ran out of the room. 

Roy stood up and ran an irritated hand through his hair. “Now do you believe me? That guy was trying to kill me!”

“Alright, fine! Someone wants you dead!” Y/n threw her hands up in the air in exasperation. “You win.”

“Well, thank god you were there, L/n. I knew you wouldn't let your best friend die.”

“I'm still gonna arrest you.” Y/n grumbled, “I just can't do that if you're dead.”

“Whatever you gotta tell yourself,” Roy chuckled. “Baby steps.” Roy nudged Jason and tsked as if sharing a secret, “it's hard getting her out of her shell.”

Jason sighed and crossed his arms. “Tell me about it. Every time we get emotional, she deflects it. I know it has to do with her childhood, but-”

“Okay, can we focus up here?” Y/n interrupted, shooting both men a nasty glare. “We still don't know what your hitman looks like, so we're gonna have to flush him out. Wait a minute. Where do the toilets on this boat go?”

“You don't want to know.” Roy shook his head.

“The pool?” Y/n asked, aghast.

“Ocean.”

“Oh, that's even worse. That's where my shrimpies live.”

“He'll probably try to hit me at my show this afternoon. At least I'll die doing what I love: getting people horny at sea.” Roy placed a hand over his heart.

“Yeah. Yeah. That's gross,” Jason grumbled. 

“Alright, here's the plan. We're gonna leave you alone on stage and dangle you as bait,” Y/n said.

“Damn! Bait dangling?” Roy clicked his tongue, feeling the burn.

“If we're up on stage with you, it could spook him,” Y/n explained. “We'll blend into the crowd, and we'll take him down before he even gets to you.”

“But if you're gonna blend in, you got to blend in.”

Jason held out an arm to Y/n and she took it, beaming up at him. Both of them were in ugly neon shirts and thick white sneakers. “Shall we?” Jason asked in a posh accent..

“Ladies and gentlemen, widows and widowers,” Roy whispered into the microphone. “Welcome to the all-ages piano lounge adults only show. This is a little song I wrote myself, called Cassandra, Cassandra, Cassandra.” Y/n snickered before Roy sang, “Cassandra, Cassandra, Cassandra!”

“It's so crowded in here, and the lighting is way too sexy to see anything,” Y/n whispered to Jason.

Just then, Roy started singing, “Right there on the floor… Is the man you're looking for…” Y/n and Jason looked around, confused. “He's right in front of you… A little bit to the left… My left, my left, my left, my left,” Roy corrected the couple and Jason and Y/n shuffled to the correct direction. “Come on this way… He's in a red shirt… No, not the Asian dude… I'm talking about a bright red shirt…” Roy grinned and crooned, “That's the man you're looking for… That's the man you've been looking for!”

“I got him. Follow me,” Jason muttered before losing sigh of the man. “Ah, come on.”

“This is still a love song,” Roy serenaded.

“Where'd he go?” Y/n frowned, looking around.

Roy announced loudly, “Well, that ends my show, all of a sudden. You've been a great crowd. Thank you very much.” Both Y/n and Jason looked up to the stage where Roy was being led away by another man who was holding a knife to Roy’s neck.

Y/n and Jason exchanged a look before running after Roy. They followed him to a narrow hallway behind the stage. “Y/n/n, help me. I don't want to die,” Roy whimpered. “Lian needs me…”

Y/n’s eyes flashed with loyalty and fear. “Okay, just put the knife down,” she instructed the hitman. “There's no murder in the all-ages piano lounge.”

“Screw you, slut,” the hitman spat.

“That’s not a very all-ages thing to say.” Jason’s jaw twitched and he stepped towards the hitman.

The hitman shoved Roy aside and lunged at Jason. Jason easily wrestled the man to the floor and secured the hitman’s hands together with an electrical cord that Y/n threw him.

After Y/n checked up on Jason and ensured he was okay, she called out, “you okay, Roy?”

A door slams from behind him and Y/n’s whirled around. “No. No, no, no, no, no,” she whimpered. She ran to the railing of the ship, whiplashing from the sudden stop. Jason bolted up behind her and placed a steading hand in her back. Roy Harper waved up at the pair from a small lifeboat. “Bye, L/n! Thanks for saving my life!”

“No. Roy! Don't do this!” Y/n cried. “No, not again!”

“Sorry to do this to you, darling,” Roy called through a bullhorn. “I saw an opening, and I had to take it. I can't go to jail. I'm too cool. Also, who will take care of Lian?”

“You'll never get away from me, Harper!” Y/n’s fists clenched around the ship’s railing.

“I can't hear what you're saying.” Roy put a hand up to his ear. “You're really far away. I'll just assume you're finally admitting we're best friends.”

“That is not what I'm saying!” Y/n insisted.

“Thank you. It means a lot to me!” Roy grinned and said, “enjoy the rest of your cruise. Just remember, you got a fine man. Check your pockets!” Jason pulled out a key card from his pocket and Roy announced, “Boom-Boom Stateroom, baby!”

“Thank you, but this isn't over!” Y/n screamed. “I will hunt you to the ends of the Earth!”

“I love you too!” Roy blew her a kiss. “I'm so proud of us for being able to say it. What are you still standing there for? Go smush!”

“Roy! No!”

A couple hours later, Y/n and Jason were laying in bed, tuckered out from the day’s activities. Y/n mumbled into space, “if the toilets drain into the ocean, does that mean a tiny shark could swim up and bite me in the butt?”

“No, not at all,” Jason muttered back.

“Lame.” Y/n rolled her eyes.

“Look.” Jason rolled over on his side to look at Y/n. “I know you're bummed about the Red Arrow so if it's any consolation, we could spend the rest of the cruise doing absolutely nothing.”

“That is so incredibly sweet, but no way,” Y/n smiled softly, gazing over at Jason with soft vulnerability and care in her eyes. “We have a pretty cool activity to do.” She laughed lightly and said, “you'll never guess what starts in three minutes.”

“Ballroom dancing!”

“Oh, so you can guess.”

Three minutes later, Jason held Y/n in his arms and murmured, “thank you for doing this.” He took a breath and admitted, “I love you.”

Y/n stared up at him with wide, scared eyes. “Noice. Smort,” she swallowed roughly. Jason’s eyes flickered downward and his expression revealed a layer of quiet sadness. Y/n took a breath and gathered her courage. “I love you too,” she whispered. Jason stared at her, a soft smile on his lips and his eyes full of unbelievable love and warmth. After a beat, Y/n muttered, “also, I think this is definitely a dance class for widows.” The two glanced around to see an old lady waving suggestively at Jason. Jason groaned loudly and bent down to bury his face in Y/n’s neck, a blushing embarrassment on his face.

[saturns-cryptid]

Never got to share some of my headcanons for the hfr characters but here we go:

Chai is a blind mf (near-sighted) and needs glasses. Like, right now.

I don’t really know what glasses to give him though. Maybe like John Johanas has. Those could probably suit him.

Korsica is sporty, without a doubt, all about that daily exercise and healthy nutritious diet. What sport would she do though? I think boxing, like with Macaron, would probably suit her, yet I’d also think of kickboxing and maybe some jogging on the side.

On that note, Chai seems extremely flexible, almost if not outright gymnast levels. It remains a mystery for how long Chai had his right arm the way it was before the implant. Maybe he had it like that since he was a baby, but I can imagine him somehow injuring it in his early years, and it was just so severe that he couldn’t get its fine motor skills back. Like, maybe Chai has a degenerative disease that either runs in the family or only affected him due to him being a gymnast.

Or he’s just that naturally flexible and jumpy idk

Another headcanon for Korsica (me fine woman) is that she actually used to play drums and it’s not just a motive that she has in the game with her batons. Maybe she was part of the school orchestra and would only play simple tunes in there, while actually being good enough to pop off any minute. I instantly remember that video “When you’re overqualified for the job” when I think about it.

If the groups were to start a band, then Macaron would def be a piano guy and Peppermint the bass girly.

OKAY i'm gonna go down the headcanon list ting bc i love your takes and i want to respond to all of them properly TEE HEE

would NEVER have thought chai to be blind or in need of glasses tbh, though i'm here for it!! i personally think he would've been more far sighted bc of his ability to snatch onto magnets and grab enemies and stuff... (the thought of him squinting the entire game and hitting any moving robot looking blobs in his field of vision is pretty funny though tbh LOL) ... also i looked up john johanas and it's been a hot minute since i've booted up the game but i SWEAR the ones with the thick black frames are an actual pair of glasses you can get in the shop for chai and i am SOOO doodling that if i have the time

korsica is absolutely sporty. proof: sporty fit in shop. also she's head of security she literally HAS to stay in shape to spin that thang around. (also idk if it's just me but it's implied her batons are pretty heavy bc there's this one specific scene during her boss fight when the game is like "okay scratch parrying everything!" where she strains JUST a little bit to get into the spinning motion so she is SOOOOO absolutely muscular). ALSO did not think about korsica and macaron sparring!! macaron doesn't seem like the type to spar at his age LOL... but maybe he'd be up for it occasionally post game :0!!

i definitely think he would've tried to stay limber growing up all things considered, he has WAYYY too much stamina if he can beat up all those robots LOL but now that you mention it, he DID practically fold in half at the very end of the first stage... BUT i personally hc he has monoplegia as a result of an accident when he was really young as opposed to something he was born with. i'm by no means a medical expert, but it sounds... medically inaccurate for a degenerative muscle disease to stay in one arm? (if you ask me tho, i think he would have a brachial plexus birth injury IF he were to be born with it, but again) take that with a fistful of salt, i'm not a doctor and i don't know shit

i don't have much to say for the last two, i agree with you for the most part BWAHGAHGW i love the idea that if someone asked korsica about why she chose the weapons she chose, she'd just say something like "hitting drums, hitting people. same difference." and shrug BWAHWBJAHGSHJF

[bengiyo]

Love Tractor Eps 7 & 8 (Finale) Stray Thoughts

Last week, Ye Chan spent most of his time in the midst of peak crush anxiety over Sun Yeol. Sun Yeol"s ex decided to come from Seoul and was a total dick to Ye Chan. Sun Yeol finally laid that relationship to rest, and spent some time doing physical labor with Ye Chan because Ye Chan noticed that he wasn't sleeping much. We left at Ye Chan admitting his feelings.

Episode 7

Korean actors are very good with their eyes.

Oh no. I get thst Sun Yeol has been through a lot, but don't ignore this man's confession after forcing it out of him.

I'm glad Ye Chan is holding his ground on his feelings. Feels bad that Sun Yeol is likely regurgitating things said to him or he thought about himself to Ye Chan.

I am loving the cheesy flirting from Ye Chan.

"I'm sure my sincerity will get to him someday." I love this man.

Oh no. My man is spiraling. Stay gold, Ponyboy.

I love that Ye Chan is passionate about farming, because it just makes sense to him that Sun Yeol should pursue music.

Aww, it's his old piano. His grandfather has been taking care of it. I'm gonna cry.

That was beautiful. I loved Ye Chan breaking that with a stolen kiss and comparing music to farming.

We were having too much fun and the final episode is approaching. The looming presence of the dad was bound to make a physical appearance. Love that final shot of the huge space separating them from the dad.

Episode 8

It feels so significant that Sun Yeol caught his father's hand before he could be struck. As we grow up we become a physical match for our fathers. That felt so powerful that he said no, and took all of his father's power away.

They did the music offer completely offscreen, but it works here.

Oh that was fun play with the graphics in the door.

I'm enjoying the banter they're falling into. I think Sun Yeol is realizing he's always wanted to be fussed over.

This show has some of the best lighting I've seen in BL.

Is this a Holland song? I think that's his voice.

Oh, short BLs. We get a "we're a couple now" scene immediately followed by a "work will keep us apart scene." Goddamn.

Gays on bikes!! Nevermind. I'm back.

I'm feeling a bit sad. I wrote about a boy I loved who died when I was 18 during Eternal Yesterday. He struggled with mobility impairments, but those didn't limit him on bikes. I remember riding with him deep into the woods of a state park once like this. I miss him.

I love shots of gays playing in water. I'm sure humans and our ancestors have played like this for hundreds of thousands of years.

Okay, that phone practice was cute.

That was a decent kiss. I like it for the characters.

This was cute!

Final Verdict: 8.5, Recommended. Genuinely, I think this is the rare KBL that uses its time well without feeling like big pieces of it were missing. I feel like the final quarter managed to distinguish itself enough that I will just compare it favorably alongside Restart After Coming Back Home instead of just recommending people watch the Japanese film instead. I also think they managed to cover some interesting ground on queer ideas with the dad and the ex. This was a solid little show.

[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99 okay I had to write some Carolyn stuff.

Carolyn skipped her way into her father's study. The eight year old had been "summoned". Something about an important discussion about her future.

"Daddy?" She asked as she opened the door.

"Ah, care bear! Come in, darling," her father exclaimed with a small smile as he regally made his way over to the chairs in the middle of the room.

"Daddy, why did you ask me here?" The little girl asked as she sat in a chair, her feet hanging as she kicked them back and fourth.

"Well... my dear.... your mother and I spoke the other day and we believe it's time to tell you that you are engaged to be married!" Her father spoke with a small smile.

Carolyn's feet stopped their movements as she looked at her dad and tilted her head.

"But daddy, boys are icky..... since when have I been englaged?" She asked, messing up the word.

"Its 'engaged', darling... and it's been like this since you were born I'm afraid," he explained.

"But.... what's the wedding going to be like?" She asked.

"Well that's for you to decide, my duckling," he answered.

"Hmmmm..... who am I going to marry?" She asked again as she began to kick her feet once more.

"A young strapping man just over the horizon. His name is prince Johnathan. I'm told he's a unique boy. I'm sure you'll get along," He explained.

"Hm.. okay! I'm gonna go start planning my wedding!" Carolyn exclaimed with a joyful smile as she hopped down from the chair and ran out of the room.

"... please let that boy be good to her," Her father muttered before giving a sigh and going back to handle the kingdom's debt.

Carolyn made it back to her room, giggling all the way there before jumping onto her bed and taking out a small notebook from under her mattress.

Dear Diary, Daddy just told me that I'd be getting married in the future! I found it quite confusing because I'm only 8.. but I guess that's what princesses are s'possed to do! it's okay though cause I know that, that day is going to be perfect!

Years later....

"Again Carol!" Her mother yelled as Carolyn sighed and slouched.

"Mother, I'm never going to get it right! Violin is too hard. Why couldn't I have learned piano?" A 15 year old Carolyn asked.

"Darling, violins are unique! They give off a sound that nothing else can!" Her mother explained.

Carolyn sighed, earning a knowing look from her mother.

"Go on my dear. Take a break. Be back here in an hour," she muttered before gently taking the instrument out of Carolyn's hands and smiling.

Carolyn ran up to her room, the flower crown she wore accentuating her wavy platinum blonde hair. The dress around her whooshed as she ran into her room, practically jumping onto her bed and taking out a small scrap book.

"Care bear?" Came her father's voice as he knocked and entered. "What's that?" He asked.

"Its a scrapbook of wedding things! I thought I'd want it for when my wedding is supposed to be planned!" Carolyn explained with a smile as she flipped through some pages. "Do you think Prince Johnathan would like roses?" She asked.

"Youll have to ask him, my dear..... do you need anything?" He asked.

"No.... why are you acting strange? She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No reason, darling. I must've slept wrong. I'll leave you to it!" He replied before wlaking out of her room.

Carolyn shrugged before taking out her diary.

Dear diary, There's only a few more years until I'm married. I do hope eathan the stable boy won't be too distressed. I recall our parting like a songbird singing for death.... I do hope he forgives me. But I'm afraid my loyalties mist lay with my future husband! I won't know what he's like until we marry, but I've a feeling he'll be very kind!

3 years later

Carolyn looked at her hands as the carriage rocked back and fourth on the dirt road.

"Now now, bumblebee, please don't look so sad... I know it's been difficult since your mother.... this marriage will help our kingdom in the long run," her father spoke as he raised her chin up with his finger.

"How am I supposed to get married without mother?" Carolyn asked in a whisper.

The carriage stopped and moments later the door was opened.

"His Highness, King Xavier, and his daughter, Princess Carolyn!" One of the footmen announced as the two got out of the carriage.

"Ah, Xavier! What a lovely suprise!" Jonathan's father spoke as he moved to hug Carolyn's father. "Ah and this must be your daughter. She's quite lovely!" He stated with a warm smile before glancing to his son and gesturing him over.

Prince Johnathan rolled his eyes, not going unnoticed by Carolyn.

She held out her hand, only for Johnathan to shake it harshly instead of a proper kiss on the knuckles.

"Its very nice to finally meet you, Prince Johnathan. I'm Princess Carolyn of Rosania," Carolyn introduced herself.

"Yeah. I figured. Call me John," He muttered.

Carolyn kept a smile... this wasn't at all what she thought it would be....

A day later, the wedding was held.

And that night, Carolyn sat and waited in her new room, Alone.

Dear diary, This wasn't at all what I wanted.... there were no smiles.... no romance.... there wasn't even any flowers, much less roses.... I'm holding out that with time, my new husband will get accustomed. until then,, I believe this is the last page I will be writing for a while.. Goodbye ~ Carol

[hammerhead-jpg]

Rewatching the begining of the house of Solaire series as a redacted fan, three years after it's release, as someone who honestly didn't really like it

Summit live reaction esque post alright

Warning: I luuuv redacted okay I just don't like the start of this particular series alrightttt I'm not a hater okay don't come at me (also this isn't some serious critique/analysis dw we're just messing around)

First off: Audio RP | found by a flirty vampire

The best part of the first video is the beginning with the video tape being played that's honestly such a slay move

CRINGING RIGHT AWAYYY EUGG

I honestly hate beginning Vincent I wish a piano would fall on him

WHY IS HE FLIRTING SO AGGRESSIVELY AN INCUBUS TRYING TO FIND A CHARGE WOULD BE MORE CLASSY

And this is an old video (the first one to be exact) so he's doing that weird half whispering thing and there's no sound effects

Idk why y'all headcannon Lovely to be a woman this creature is completely fine with some stranger coming up to them in a dark creepy abandoned theme park and hitting on them aggressively they have the preservation skills of a dodo bird

"just what kind of things have you heard? Maybe that uh... devilishly handsome men with pale skin and silver eyes prowl the grounds?"

"demons are very much real"

William and the other clan members listening to Vincent break covert for some they/them bussy: 😐😐😐😐

"Oh I know I'm very close, you're welcome!" KILL YOURSELF!!!!!

I HATE when he calls them "little one" YOU'RE WEIRD are you 20 or 40 PICK ONE YOU CAN'T BOUNCE BETWEEN BOTH YOU'RE WEIRD

"Oh hush I'm not touching" STOOPPP STOPP ITTTT IF YOU PULL THIS SHIT WITH THE WRONG PERSON YOU'RE GETTING TAZED

"do you work out?" YOU ARE GAAAYYY🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

"And a blush! Oh how cute" WHITE MAN MOMENT!!! WHITE MAN MOMENT ERIK YOU ARE A WHITE MAN!!!!

First "Lovely" drop how we feelin

Adam is getting cucked HARD at that meeting rn send a prayer for him

"You should be very grateful that I found you before one of my counterparts did." WHY ARE YOU JUST STRAIGHT UP ADMITTING THAT THERE ARE PEOPLE IN YOUR CLAN THAT WOULD HURT AN UNEMPOWERED HUMAN THAT WONDERED ONTO WONDERWORLD GROUNDS??? KICK THEM OUT????

"I'm old enough to keep my hunger in check. Some of them are still... learning." Now Adam is not only getting cucked but getting dissed also pray for that man

"Your blood practically sings to me, you know that?" This is a good time to remind the audience that Lovely at this point still thinks that Vincent is pretending to be a vampire and still hasn't booked tf out of there

7:18 tummy rumble #1

"it isn't safe here at night." Why??? Again if there are legitimately clan members that you think would harm a human beyond what is allowed by law you shouldn't keep them in the clan??? I get that this is supposed to foreshadow Adam but isn't Vincent at this point supposed to believe that Adam is just a newborn asshole who doesn't like following the rules? IF YOU THINK HE'S CAPABLE OF INJURING OR EVEN KILLING A UNEMPOWERED HUMAN FOR FUNZIES TELL THE DEPARTMENT ABOUT IT???

"You'd barely be able to walk by the time I'm done with you" RUN LOVELY RUN

WILLIAM AND ALEXIS AND SAM ARE LISTENING TO THIS BTW.

8:40 tummy rumble #2

"all you have to do is call my name" okay I get that vampires have superior hearing but are we supposed to believe he's going to be able to hear them calling out for him across the city? How is my man not constantly overwhelmed?

Vincent going back to the meeting like "what did I miss lmao"

Honestly congratulations on Erik because people saw this video and went "you know what, I'm gonna subscribe to this guy"

Thank God this isn't the first video I saw because if it was I would be doing my impression of what Lovely should've done as soon as Vincent approached them and sprinting away at full speed

Next vid:

Audio RP | Finding a flirty vampire in your bed

LOVELY RUN A STRANGE MAN THAT PRETENDS HE'S A VAMPIRE JUST APPEARED IN YOUR HOME CALL THE POLICE!!!

He just called himself a hunk I'm killing myself

Vincent you are no hunk half the fandom headcannons you to have the sluttiest waist and aesthetic skinny Pinterest fingers you are a twink

I saw the imperium AU alright. I was THERE

And I'm not just talking about imp Adam, I'm talking about Imp! ASHER. You think I didn't see that shit?

"What's the matter Lovely? Weren't expecting to come home to find a man on your bed?' YES.

"These sheets are heavenly by the way. I'm sure they must feel good balled up in your fists."

The sheets in question:

"So many questions, don't you ever go with the flow?"

Vincent really just said "when I'm waiting for you in your bed after a long day I want appreciation! Not this "Who are you?" "How did you get into my house?" "What are you doing here?""

DON'T YOU GIGGLE AT ME LIKE YOU'RE CURRENT VINCENT I STILL DON'T LIKE YOU

AND YOU LOVELY DON'T YOU HIT HIM ALL PLAYFULLY LIKE HE ISN'T A STRANGE MAN THAT BROKE INTO YOUR APARTMENT!! YOUR ASS IS NOT HONEY SIT DOWN.

"Where exactly are we standing in terms of your beliefs?" Now he's talking like a therapist great.

3:21 tummy rumble #3

"Alright I'm serious. This is my serious voice. Can't you tell?"

Eugghhhhhhhhhhh

Senorita awesome everybody

"are you afraid I might put you in some kind of trans?" Too late 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

"bend your will to mine? Make your body and mind my playground?" Literally leave this shit to Adam. I don't need both of y'all pulling this noncon fantasy bullshit

"they gotta be contacts" wait til this mf find out some people have gray eyes naturally

My ass was so disappointed when I found out their eyes weren't red listening to this for the first time

"see? *tap tap tap* fangs" you can get fangs implanted by a dentist. Like I get you really are a vampire but like you're making this game extremely easy

7:33 tummy rumble #4

7:47 tummy rumble #5

Listen, if a strange man pins me down onto my bed to prove he has special abilities, super strength or not, I'm kicking him in the ballz to prove a point

"I wanted to take you right there." IN FRONT OF YOUR WHOLE CLAN??!?!?

Current Vincent: the Solaire clan doesn't need to kill to get what they want. I only killed Adam because I had to

Ep2 Vincent: I would've killed anyone who got close to you lmao ♥️

I want to focus at the matter at hand but all I can hear is Erik's chair rattling

"that was too close... I almost lost it" Vincent is turning into Lasko yay

"I won't loose control"- Vincent an episode before he looses control

And there he goes

Next vid:

Audio RP | Flirty vampire looses control

Time to get reminded that I actually hate Adam and that he's not just a silly little fact got vamp

HIS VOICE SOUNDED SO DIFFERENT EUGHHH

WHY HASN'T HE HIT PUBERTY YET ☹️

"What's the matter? Your little boyfriend never transed you before?" Well somebody's jealous

"I never would've pegged Vincent as the uh... sentimental type?" Believe me there is no universe where you're pegging Vincent in any way shape or form

1:09 tummy rumble #6

"We could all hear the conversation you two were having ya know." Yeah and you were edging yourself the whole time

"Oh relax I'm just touching you." Adam.

"Is a vampire toying with you a lot less fun when he's not a self conscious little coward?" ADAM😨

"Vincent isn't anything in this clan, I hope you know that." BOOO BOOO🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅CRINGE

For the love of god stop squealing you fruity piece of shit

This fucker is so gay why are you standing there fantasizing about what sort of intimate acts your nemesis was doing to this person

4:34 tummy rumble #7

Also someone please tell him to stop doing that weird ass high pitched wheeze laugh it's getting annoying

EWWW I DON'T LIKE TONGUE NOISES NO NO NOT LIKE THIS

How I imagine Vincent slapped Adam:

"Evening Vincent 💞😋" this fucker so gay

Him saying "oh fuck" with his voice all quivery and shit wasn't because he was scared it was cut he was hard I know Erik told me personally

The way Vincent doesn't sound intimidating at ALL LMAO

Imagine just getting practically assaulted and the guy who saved you starts growling "mine" I'd kms personally

"He, Adam, got my predator instincts going." SHUT UP OMGGGG

9:33 tummy rumble #8 ERIK EAT SOMETHING BEFORE FILMING GOTDAYM

"Why did you have to come here? I told you to stay away." You see it is because they are stupid. Hope that helps!

UGGG I HATE HIM "When Adam tries to bite you it's weird and fucked up but when I do it it's hawt🤪"

Vampire slurping noises yay

I like how in the desc he clarifies that Adam and Vincent are two different people and that it's not a Jekyll and Hyde situation

What he thought we were gonna think happened fr:

I'll probably do more videos later but I'm tiered now

[archiveofourcrows]

I was wondering if you had any thoughts on how the Kuwie kiss would go now that Jesper and wylan are already in a relationship (and oh yeah, LIVE TOGETHER). I want to see the hilarious hatred Wylan has for Kuwie on screen

oh my god anon do I have THOUGHTS about this.

obviously these are my own thoughts on what I think/want to happen (as an angst fueled individual as well) and is also just a fic concept I'll never write and tbh if I had the ability to write a whole fic about this I so would. 

this is ending up being a whole mess of thoughts of the lead up and all that and I'm almost sorry about it but I want to talk about this so bad.

Okay, one thing about this scene that I don’t see mentioned a lot is that Jesper is not doing well in the lead up to it. He’s just fought with Kaz—when Kaz calls him Jordie no less—and then immediately fought with his father about the farm and him being Grisha and all Jesper has been keeping from him. When he finds Kuwei at the piano he isn’t exactly processing literally anything. And that is why he mistakes him for Wylan, not because he can’t tell them apart. Yes, Kuwei does realize this and keeps up the act to deceive him, but initially, Kuwei is sitting at the piano. Jesper is in distress. He’s looking for Wylan, and he thinks he’s found him. And what does Jesper do in emotion heavy moments? He jokes, he flirts, so he flirts with Wylan. When Kuwei responds differently than Wylan to these advances he’s actually confused for a second, he even says ‘really?’, but again he isn’t exactly thinking clearly and decides to go for it. As soon as the real Wylan interrupts, as soon as his mind is clear again he instantly sees even their minute differences down to the narrowness of their faces. ‘I was paying attention’ comes to mind, because when he is he can tell them apart instantly.

My point is it’s a specific set of circumstances that lead up to this moment, and I think they can all continue to exist in show canon. I think the argument with Colm could potentially be even worse, considering Jesper has been away for longer and has been actively using and practicing his Grisha powers. I also think this is partially why they cut the deleted wesper scene, because it in a sense displays Jesper at least beginning to give up gambling, and I don’t think they can get rid of that storyline just yet because of the things it causes in SoC when they’ve closed out some of the other storylines that are also catalysts in that plot. Am I happy with that is another conversation….

Anyways I bring all of this up to say that while the circumstances have every possibility of staying the same the Jesper going into the room and the Wylan discovering them are very different. And their relationship as a whole is very different. There’s no confirmation them living together will be carried from the deleted scene so I’m gonna leave that out, but they’ve been together for at least a significant amount of time. And they’ve just gone through this whole patch of uncertainty.

I think that after the Van Eck reveal there will be a bit of a split between them like we saw this season. I don't think they'll break up but it'll get a bit rocky through the journey to Fjerda and the beginnings of the ice court heist. and with Wylan's trauma/his father in general being their client I don't think he would really fault Jesper for being upset? Especially with the 'I don't want to hide anymore' scene between them this season. This would all naturally come to head towards the middle/end of the heist after they climb the incinerator shaft and are working to trigger the alarm. Specifically when Wylan pretends to be a drunk to save Jesper and then the Grisha attacks them and Jesper has to kill her to save Wylan. This scene with Jesper already coming to accept and develop his powers will be SO interesting to see, because even in the books when he has only just been revealed as Grisha to the crows he is remorseful and upset to kill one of his kind (another Fabrikator at that) even though he knows he had no choice in that moment. Exploring that in a universe where he is 1) older, and more importantly 2) accepting or at least beginning to accept his powers and his place in the world as a Grisha is something I really hope they explore. It’d even be cool to see it mirror the scene in season 1 when Inej kills Pavel to save Kaz. This would lead to a kind of ‘we’ll talk when we aren’t actively looking death in the face’ situation.

Except now Wylan is faced with Kaz thinking he’s actual leverage against Van Eck, and I don’t think his decision to let Nina tailor him would change in this new canon. In fact it would probably make him even more willing, because he is that much more attached to the Crows and to Jesper. He’d probably fight against lying to Jesper but conceded to Kaz in the end because Kaz. I think too that there is more room for a heartfelt scene outside of ‘maybe I liked your stupid face’ and that’s possibly why they used it this season. Because now that they're together it would make more sense for Jesper to express genuine emotions about Wylan being tailored—into someone who is actively wanted by multiple nations no less—and lying to him about it. Of course, Kaz asked him too and I think that would also be such an interesting conversation between Kaz and Jesper but I’ve already gone so off track.

Wylan will also probably be either more or less jealous of Kuwei because he and Jesper are already together, though I think more considering his self esteem issues. I would expect only in body language/action alone unless Jesper or someone explicitly asks him because again, it’s Wylan. I do legally require them to include the ‘how about I push you in the canal and we see if you know how to swim line’ because it is so iconic and they already took just girls from us. 

I’m going way to in depth with this. 

Anyways.

I wonder too what direction they will go with Wylan being tailored in the sense that he doesn’t just look like anyone, he looks like Kuwei. In the original scene Jesper says he misses Wylan’s actual features but would take any version of Wylan, but in this new canon does that stay the same when he ‘had’ un-tailored Wylan? And how would Wylan feel being with Jesper as ‘Kuwei’ knowing Kuwei has a crush on him and makes advances on him later on? I think it’s a very interesting topic and I really look forward to seeing if they delve into that at all. Personally I think they’d agree on waiting for Wylan to have his features back so that’s what I’m going with.

So considering all that, and the circumstances surrounding the scene, with the idea that his argument with Colm could also be worse, this scene gets very interesting.

Obviously now he is going to be actively seeking Wylan out, I feel like I don’t need to explain why. When he finds Kuwei he’s probably incredibly relieved, and I think he would actually confide in ‘Wylan’ about his argument with Colm. In the book, he just kind of paces the room and flirts with him, but him and Wylan are together. They already went through all of season 2, and now all of the Ice Court situation. And Kuwei not responding would probably confuse him a bit, but much like the first scene he really isn’t in his right mind. And being upset, I think he’d default back emotional avoidance and this is where we’d see that flirting from the original scene, maybe less of a ‘wanna get out of here’ and more of a ‘let’s blow off some steam’ in this situation considering. And he would know, the second Kuwei kisses him, that this isn’t Wylan. Even in the book he knows something is off, but now he already knows exactly how this kiss should go. The thing is we don’t know how long Wylan was standing there. I think Jesper would be so upset at himself for not realising and at Kuwei for tricking him, but if Wylan still sees? There’d be no doubt who is standing in the doorway, and I think the scene after this will really be so different. Maybe they’ll still have the sitting room scene before they can talk, or maybe Jesper will actually rush after him in this version. And so much changes in that conversation, because he can’t just ‘kiss whoever he wants’ in this canon. The entire rest of his POV really, Wylan being tailored back and their original first kiss would be very different. And those scenes are just, 80 million more thoughts.

What’s interesting about this too is it moves Kuwei from just having a crush on Jesper and shooting his shot (through deceiving him but still, they’re teenagers in the books) to being a bit of a villain. Not in a big SoC villain sense obviously, but knowing Jesper and Wylan are together and still deceiving Jesper and letting him talk about his dad thinking it’s a conversation with his boyfriend is a lot different than the circumstances in the books, especially aged up. I do actually like Kuwei, I think his character was interesting and would be cool to explore away from the SoC plot where he served a specific purpose (disclaimer I haven't read KoS), and I know I’m not the only one so that will be a very interesting deviation to take that really separates him from book canon and how he’s perceived by fans. But I need to shut tf up now because this is way longer than I think anyone wanted. Though feel free to ask me more questions that I can elaborate forever on.

[ginger-idiot]

So I've been thinking.

I think I might temporarily pause my Traumatized Pastra AU for my new au.

Introducing:

A random ass Doai AU I've had for a while now and am currently turning into a fic!(Hopefully it will be on Ao3 soon) It's just chock full o' headcanons! Buckle in because this gonna be a long ass post and I rant about things a LOT

Main little headcanons for the pairs.

◇ Clyde and Winfrey are 100% gay and no one can tell me otherwise.

◇ Simon is like an owner to The Flock, Simon is also teaching The Flock how to actually speak.

◇ Klaus is slightly abusive towards Jack, but he is desperately trying to fix it with Jack's help.

◇ Kause and Jack never actually stay in the same spot, but they will return to an area multiple times.

◇ Because Klause and Jack never stay in one place, they'll sometimes wander into Clyde and Winfrey's territory, because of this, both Clyde and Winfrey will hide if they catch even the slightest smell of their scent.

◇ Klaus and Jack have very impulsive personalities and will often play cruel pranks that often end up in an injury of some kind, this is why Clyde and Winfrey are afraid of them.

◇ The Flock can sometimes be overprotective of Simon, especially if Simon is about to go into hibernation.

◇ Simon will regularly check up on Clyde and Winfrey because I said so.

◇ Winfrey is helping to uncorupt Clyde, and in return Clyde is helping him control his thoughts.

Hibernation periods.

◇ Clyde hibernates between August 3rd and October 31st, while Winfrey hibernates between Febuary 1st and June 4th.

◇ The Flock doesn't hibernate, being a bird and all. Simon hibernates through spring.

◇ Both Jack and Klaus hibernate through the last half of winter and the first half of spring.

Individual Headcanons

.•° Winfrey °•.

◇ Winfrey can actually play the violin, and he's good at it too.

◇ He's constantly second guessing weather it was a good idea to become complete, but Clyde helps him see it as a good thing.

◇ He's overprotective over Clyde despite Clyde telling him that he can handle himself, it's just the size difference really-

◇ Him and Clyde are VERY close. V e r y

.•° Clyde °•.

◇ Clyde is actually kind of insane, and with Wibfrey helping to uncorupt his mind, he's becoming even more so.

◇ If Clyde is harmed enough, Winfrey will wake up from his hibernation and go save him, and vice-versa. They will then go into a month long hibernation together.

◇ Like Winfrey, Clyde can hear the voices of everyone he's consumed, but has learned to tune it out.

◇ He is adept at playing the piano.

.•° Simon °•.

◇ Simon is practically The Flock's owner because of how feral The Flock is.

◇ He won't force his ideology of not consuming humans, he just doesn't want the others to do it when he's around.

◇ He celebrates human holidays, and even invites the other veldigun over to celebrate with him and The Flock.

.•° The Flock °•.

◇ The Flock will attack anyone and anything that gets close to Simon when he's injured, sick, ect.

◇ Since they haven't progressed past the void stage, they're kind of like an octopus, they can fit through tiny spaces.

.•° Jack °•.

◇ Jack rarely talks, only ever talking to Klaus.

◇ He'll do anything Jack tells him to, even if he doesn't want to.

◇ He hunts when Klaus is asleep because he's always used to help Klaus hunt.

◇ He doesn't actually need to eat as much as you'd expect.

.•° Klaus °•.

◇ Klaus is actively trying to fix his abusive behavior towards Jack

◇ Klaus and Jack get into constant prank wars.

◇ He loves messing with Clyde and Winfrey, mostly Clyde though.

Veldigun Headcanons.

◇ Veldigun can actually speak many different languages, but like humans they have to learn it.

◇ They know jackshit about Six, the only thing they know is that they'll show up in their dreams before an event in their lives. (Hibernation and stuff)

◇ They never go into large human towns or cities, they just wait for prey to come to them, or they'll try to lead them away.

Okay I'm done ranting now- I may or may not turn this into a separate ask blog idk man- but I do know that I've kinda lost motivation for my Traumatized Pastra AU-

[just-absolutely-super]

Mini crack

Sonet: daddy! If auntie and uncle can pick out names for my Navi before my birthday, does that mean me and her will share a birthday?

Lan: no sweetheart. That was just the deadline I put for your aunt and uncle to pick out names. You and your cousin will each have their own birthdays

Sonet: then when is my cousin's birthday?

Lan: it would be a couple of weeks after yours. She's almost done, but I need to tweak her programming just a little when she gets her names. Also I don't want your birthdays to be too close to each other either

Sonet: okay daddy

Lan: you should go and play now sweetie

Patch: they're even worse with picking names this time around

Lan: I know, but they'll never admit to us

Remix: Mom, Dad, are you guys still thinking about names?

Mega: Well, we found a human name...

Roll: But...still thinking about the Navi one

Remix: Well, better hurry it up, Uncle Lan practically has a countdown timer for Sonet's birthday

Mega: Ugh! Why are we so bad at this! Remix's name eventually came to us, why can't this come any faster?

Roll: Maybe we need to stop overthinking it. How about we clear our head?

Mega: That sounds fine. What would you suggest?

Roll: I think Mayl is giving Sonet a piano lesson. Wanna listen in?

Mega: Sure!

Later

Mayl: That's it. You're doing very well, sweetie!

Sonet: Thank you, Mommy. Can we play your and Daddy's song, now?

Mayl: Hehe, it's not really "our" song, it's just a song I taught him to play with me when we were kids. It's the only song he knows

Sonet: That makes it your song!

Mayl: If you say so... Now go up to that octave and I'll start us off okay?

They start playing a famous Netopian duet

Roll: Oh I love this song! Remember when we first heard it?

Mega: Yeah, Mayl was trying to teach it to Lan and it took him forever to get it right despite his part being simple...

Mayl: Sonet, you're going too fast now!

Sonet: Oops, sorry!

Mayl: Don't be like your Dad now and leave me to keep up his pace. Stick with the right tempo, okay?

Sonet: Okay!

Mega: Oh yeah, that's right, Lan always wanted to play faster than Mayl could keep up. This is why he doesn't do music...

Roll: Hmmm

Mega: What's wrong?

Roll: That word...I like it

Mega: Huh? What word? Which one?

Roll: Tempo... I wanna name our daughter that

Mega: Tempo, huh... I think that's a great name. I think it's fitting too, she may have to set the pace to get the rest of her chaotic family in line!

Roll: Haha, we can only hope! Oh Mega, I'm so happy! Let's go and tell Lan now!

Mega: Alright! Hahaha, this is exciting, it's finally happening!

Roll: Yes! We're gonna have a daughter, Mega!

They hug and cheer

Sonet: What are Uncle Hub and Auntie Roll doing?

Mayl: Looks like they're celebrating something...and I think I know why

Sonet: Really?

Mayl: Yeah, looks like we may need to clear some space for a new addition *wink*

Sonet: ???

[saltwukong]

Nitpick November, Entry #1: Aesthetic

Honestly, with Volume 8, it feels like everything has ballooned into such a mess that actual 'nitpicks' aren't that common anymore just because of how everything is a major issue now. But I know we're all thinking of the same thing when we think of the one that's left.

And that's that RWBY's aesthetic qualities have...pretty much atrophied by now.

RWBY was a show built on aesthetic, and yes, it should never have relied solely on that. But its strengths in early volumes was that even if the writing wasn't great, it was still just really fucking cool to look at. All of RWBY's colors were sharp and contrasting, movements were always quick and fluid, and it all worked together with camera angles and sound design to produce something insanely cool.

Contrast that with utterly braindead ideas for character design in later volumes... And yes, I'm gonna be using Blake as an example again. Look at Blake in the Black trailer versus Blake now.

I mean, look at that. That's a silent image, but you still heard the piano melody, didn't you? Look at all of that red and the way it fades into white near the ground. Look at the way Blake's hair blows in the wind and how it's so inky black you could spot it from a mile away.

I Isolated this scene in Volume 7 because the outside snowfield scenes are pretty much the only ones where you can see a character set against a largely monochrome background, like in the above. So that we can see on even footing why the new designs are utterly uninspired.

First of all, I think cutting Blake's long flowing black hair the color of the deepest night should qualify for some sort of war crime unto itself. Second, I don't know why Blake has been wearing so much white lately. Her outfit has slowly been getting whiter and whiter since Volume 4, and I don't like it. I would like to remind CRWBY that Blake's signature color is, you know, black. The white in her original outfit is there to offset the black and sharpen that delicious contrast. But there's nothing to offset here, because Blake's hair is gray now--and looks like it's made of Play-Dough, might I add. It's practically blending into the outpost behind it, which is roughly the same color.

Even before the utterly abominable Atlas Arc outfit updates, this was a problem we've had for a while. Everyone's colors have had the saturation sliders pulled down, so that instead of popping like they used to, they're now safe and "realistic" and my god, do I hate it. But when the outfit updates do come, I genuinely wish they hadn't.

Shout-out to Weiss' hair looking like two thick pasta noodles got braided together. There is entirely too much blue invading Weiss' design, just as there's too much white invading Blake's.

The only one who tends to survive outfit updates unscathed is Yang, with the designers coasting by on "okay, she wears a lot of brown", which generally works because brown is just darkened yellow. It doesn't draw too much attention, so Yang's brilliant hair, so blonde it practically glows, can have its fair share. As it would, back in early RWBY:

Yang is also the only one whose fighting style hasn't devolved into utter garbage, perhaps because hers is the simplest of the four and easiest to mocap, or perhaps because it's the only one Rooster Teeth's employees have been able to learn when animators are leaving as quickly as they arrive. Remember that moment in Volume 7, where Marrow comments on how Blake and Yang have been partnering up like 10x more often than they did in earlier volumes, and that maybe they should branch out because their styles don't mesh? And then before he can finish his sentence, they fight some Grimm and prove him 100% correct "wrong"?

That's all Blake and Yang ever do--Yang does the up-close work and Blake does some nonsense with that fuckin' kusarigama, because that's all Blake can do anymore. You would not catch the Blake of Volumes 4 through 8 doing this:

This is a problem that's affected everyone, most noticeably Ruby, who never displays any talent with that goddamn scythe--she either takes on a human opponent too strong for it to matter, or takes on Grimm she can easily carve apart with single strikes. That much has been a problem literally since RWBY started, however--they've never known how to display the edge a giant scythe gives Ruby Rose, and probably never will. What's a little more jarring is when it happens to characters like Penny. Want another one of those images you can hear? Here's one:

You cannot hear this image, on the other hand:

I'll grant you that in this one it's obvious they're trying, as opposed to fighters like Ruby or Blake where they just avoid the issue outright. But the gap widens with the sound design, this being the part where I realized they probably lost the files for the weaponry sounds--which, in early volumes, were 100% distinct from one another and completely recognizable. If you strain your ear really hard looking at that second one, all you'll hear is anonymous 'ting!' sounds that bring to mind forks being tapped against one another.

Early Penny's knives were autonomous. Yes, connected to her by near-invisible strings, but they moved around independently even when her hands weren't moving, and they had quite a long range. These knives...don't.

RWBY's writing may never get better. We might always have to mourn the times when things made sense. But these things, the little details like this that add so much spectacle and flavor--they wouldn't be that hard to learn. Maybe one day when we get the evil version of Rooster Teeth that doesn't break their animation teams' spines to bleed money out of them, we might actually see this improve.

Til then, we gotta deal with fugly.

[emotional-support-demoman]

Okay, so I found out that I’m the only person in my Piano 2 class this year and I can’t help but assume the worst. Like, what if they put me in here because I was just problematic? What if I’m not normal enough to be in a class with everyone else? I know I wasn’t the most skilled kid in my class last year, so what if they stuck me in there because I wasn’t good enough to get into a class with the other kids? Plus, I can’t focus or play well when I feel like I’m being watched. And the feeling’s only gonna be amplified now that I’ll have the teacher’s undivided attention. I’m not looking forward to this, and I shouldn’t have chosen this class. I should’ve used this class slot for something more practical, like food prep or something. :[

You choose piano because ya enjoy it right?Who cares if ya a tad behind everyone else I'm confident ya play wonderfully! We all work at our own pace there's not much to change that. If ya can't focus when ya being watched that might be worth explaining to the teacher and ya can try working something out from there.

Ya gonna do great lad you got this!

[fanficfish]

animes and being disabled- living through characters

okay so just my thoughts

you know how most of us who play games or read books constantly like to use it as a form of wscapism sometimes, to be someone else?

i noticed i do that with animes.

i'm picky about which ones i really invest time in to watch. Persona 4, Ouran, YLIa, Forest of Piano, and Yuri on aice are the only four i've actively hinted down episodes for.

i guess some background though first: i used to dream of going to the Olympics. As a triathalon racer or a swimmwr. Obviously that didn't happen, I did too many things to really commit and my family and most friends don't have much backgorund in competitive sports to really know what the heck was going on. Most people I know do some team sports but solely to get out of PE. And the big things where I live tend to be swim, triathalon, and whatever sports the local schools have which is usually like volleyball or soccer and not really at that level.

also, i had to quit sports in highschool because 1. My legs couldn't take me anymore (i already moved tk swim to try to mitigate that, that was the closest i got to competitive sports) and sports + glasses + one working eye that kinda works ish = oh biy. I did horseback riding, sled hockey, triathalons, and swim. And yes most people forgot to actually explain the scoring and basics of positions. Guess I missed that memo. Anyways i do music now, bit easier on the limbs (yeah right i say as my thumb is in A Phase from who knwos what)

anyways. I noticed lately I've been watching a lot of thaow real life animes and a few more relaisitc sport/music fics. And i think i understand why.

it's not just because they're cool. I mean they are but there's another element.

it's the idea of motivation, the idea of escappism but in a didfwrenr form. I get tk watch Yuri skate and imagine myself flying across the ice, not on my butt but standing upright. I get to watch Yu Narukami dance and imagine i had that flexibility and sight to dance with partners without a very carefully learned routine lear i smack someone in the face. It's the morivation i get from watching Kai and Kaori living their dreams and playing epicly and freely despite whatvewr limitations they have,a good remindee to go pracrice. i think Ouran is just thr one anime that you have to warch or you're a heathen.

but like.

as a disabled person i know tht unless i get custom akates, I'm never gonna be able to step onto the ice. Or ski without a partner, whoch i did exaclty once and would've done great if the guy coaching didn't realiE i couldn't see shit. Long story. But itms a different feeling, wathcing someone fly acorss a stage or rink or whatever and do it, and it's differnet from live stuff like the olympics because well. For me i can see things more clearly and rewind. But also they're ficitonal characters. I can self insert, really dig through and invest, and idk it feels less weird in a way then projecting onto a real person.

and cuz it's anime, theres a bit of disbelief. But it's in a way that's cool, and there's a type of excitement.

but it's just my thoughts.

maybe one day when i have the money i'll see about getitng custom skates. Even of they're like trainer rollerskates, flyong across the ice sounds cool. but for now I'll just watch the dizzying spins and jumps of figure skating anime. And maybe go practice, so i don't get that nagging feeling when rewarxhing YLIA.

[can-of-pringles]

When I'm Alone with You - Chapter 3

Rating: Gen

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

Summary:  Silas returns home after his work day.

Note: A Silas-centric chapter

Also Read On AO3

Silas took a tired breath, pulling his keys out of his pocket to unlock his apartment door. Even though he was plenty used to the long work hours by now, it didn’t mean he didn’t feel exhausted afterward. At least his joints hadn’t flared up recently. Once he opened the door, loud barking and a fluffy wagging tail greeted him.

Blizzard jumped up and tried to lick him, continuing to whine happily and bark now that he was home.

“Alright, alright, get down. I missed you too, buddy.” Silas chuckled and rubbed the grey dog’s head. “Thank you so much for checking in on him throughout the day.” He focused his attention on the woman standing next to the couch, walking towards him.

“It’s not a problem, though he might need another walk soon.” She smiled and crossed her arms.

Silas began to take out his wallet, but she shook her head.

“Hanna. Come on, you deserve something, at least.” He gave her a slight frown.

“Nah, it’s fine. I really don’t mind looking after Blizzard a bit. And besides, we’re friends, aren’t we? If you really want to pay me, just save it for next time.” She shrugged.

Silas had known Hanna ever since he was a kid. They had become friends once during a summer Silas spent with his father in Sweden. After they bonded over both liking Moomins, they’d been best friends ever since; promising to keep in touch and write letters whenever he had gone back to the states. Though now he’d been living in Sweden since his late teens, the distance between them was gone.

“Alright, if you say so.” He held his hands up in mock defense. “Though I know you’ve been wanting to open your own dog grooming place, you could’ve saved the money for that partially.”

“If you just let me practice on Blizzard, then that’s good enough.” She joked.

Blizzard tilted his head in confusion and whined quietly, causing the two of them to laugh. Silas gave the dog a comforting pet, and he settled down again.

“Really, Silas, it’s fine. I’m getting it worked out. And I’ve been busy earning from work,” Hanna spoke genuinely, giving him a small smile.

He was silent until an idea popped into his head. “Well, if you won’t let me pay you, maybe I can treat you to supper?”

She hummed in consideration. “Okay, you win. I’m pretty hungry, and it’s already kind of late.”

“Perfect, now let me see what I have…” He went to look in his pantry.

---

They sat at the table eating and casually talking about their day. Blizzard lay curled up by his food bowl, already empty, leaving him with a full stomach.

“So, how was work?” Hanna asked before taking a bite.

Silas propped his head on the palm of his hand. He furrowed his brows as he thought. “You know it’s the typical quiet cleaning day, very occasionally having to talk to my boss or more like bosses…”

She nodded.

“Although today was a lot more interesting.”

Hanna raised an eyebrow. “What happened?”

“I had already finished my shift and was honestly kinda messing around with one of the pianos they have there…” He confessed, glancing down at his plate for a second.

“You’re gonna get caught one day, you know.” She teased.

He remained silent.

Hanna stared as she pieced it together. “You did get caught!”

“I thought I was the only person left, I swear!” He protested.

“Alright, so who was it? The main boss lady you talk about?”

Silas scoffed and shook his head. “No. I would’ve lost my job had it been her. It was actually the Cardinal they’d promoted recently for their music or worship…”

“Wait, the one you said looked pretty?”

Silas began to choke on his drink, coughing until it had settled. “I never said that!” He could feel the blush rising on his face.

“Oh, wait, I think you said ‘fancy’, my bad.” She took a drink, glancing away.

“Anyway…” He cleared his throat. “He found me playing the piano, and instead of getting mad, he was very calm about it, which was extremely surprising.”

“You’re lucky you didn’t get fired.”

“I know, I know… Then we talked about the music just for a bit until I had to leave. It was unexpected, but he seemed very nice, definitely nicer than my boss. Although, I think his job is ranked under hers. I think he's supposed to replace the Papa in charge below her soon.” He explained.

“It's the third one before him, right?” She asked.

He nodded. “Yes, um… Papa Emeritus the Third, I think. Oddly, the Cardinal is also Italian like he is… I guess the majority of them are. I don’t think they’re related, though; must’ve come from whatever ministry they have in Italy.”

“You got a bunch of eccentric Italian church people in Sweden… remind me how you got this job again?” She joked, getting a short chuckle from him.

Sure, it was a weird place to work, but he couldn’t deny the good pay.

“I don’t remember interacting with him as much or the other ones, except maybe once he might’ve pointed out a spot for me to clean… it’s been a while. But it’s odd… I guess he stepped down? But Cardinal Copia is taking his place as far as I know.”

“That’s a lot to remember.” Hanna sighed.

“Yeah, well, when you’re a janitor, you do a lot of observing and listening.” He glanced away for a second.

“But it sounds like that Cardinal is very nice.” She changed the subject.

“Oh, yeah, I think he might even try listening to the song I was playing. And whenever we see each other again, he said he wanted to tell me what he thinks.” He fought the urge to smile.

“Well, I’m all for you actually getting along with your coworkers.”

He frowned lightly. “It’s not that I don’t get along with any of them. I’m just staying busy working and I know how my boss feels about me ‘slacking’ as she puts it…”

Hanna gave him a sympathetic look. “I just sometimes worry about you being lonely. Maybe this could turn into a nice work friendship…?”

“I don’t mind having time to myself, but I get what you’re saying. And who knows? Maybe this will turn into something more than a one-off meeting…” He murmured. “Either way, I’m glad I still have my job. He told me to be careful next time.”

“And he’s right. I don’t know why you thought it was a good idea to play there.” She facepalmed.

“But if I hadn’t been playing it, we wouldn’t have had that talk.” He pointed out.

Hanna scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Well, all things considered, I hope he keeps running into you, for your sake.”

Silas silently hoped so as well.

[allthemusic]

Week ending: 14th March

From the rightly-forgotten David Whitfield to the iconic songs we've got this week - quite the turnaround. Which is partly why I'm still enjoying this project. It gets you listening to a real mix of stuff, and you appreciate the good songs so much more when they come up. Also, it's a nice reminder that this stuff all co-existed. People were out there listening to Little Richard and David Whitfield at the same time - wild!

Long Tall Sally - Little Richard (peaked at Number 3)

Okay, the fact that this only reached number three is a crime! The sheer energy, Little Richard's manic screams, rasps and whoops, that saxophone solo - this song's got it all. There's a reason so many artists have covered it - the original sounds so fun that any musician worth their salt would want to give it their own go!

The song itself has an interesting backstory - apparently annoyed that Pat Boone had also managed to get a hit out of Tutti Frutti, Little Richard deliberately was looking for a song so fast that Boone couldn't keep up, something that only Richard could sing. A little girl then approached a radio host who knew Richard, offering up the lyric about how I saw Uncle John with bald-head Sally / He saw Aunt Mary coming and he ducked back in the alley. He loved the sound of it, and it turned into a song with the help of a local songwriter, Enotris Johnson.

The end result is a song that's furiously fast, and - though I'd never really thought about it until now - about adultery! Sung from the point of view of some third party who promises to tell Aunt Mary what her husband's been getting up to. We know that he claim he has the misery, but he havin' a lotta fun with the titular Sally, who, we learn, is built for speed / She got everything that Uncle John need. Well, then.

The odd thing about all this is that I somehow never really thought about it? I knew it was suggesting something. But I guess that's partly because of the way that the song, in the end, seems to just emphasis how fun it is to go out and live wildly, hence the repeated line about how We gonna have some fun tonight. It's not a blistering takedown of John or of Sally, or even really a takedown at all, seeing as how the narrator's in on the act by the end of it all.

It's something we've seen a whole lot with these rock and roll songs - they just take their lyrics and the scenarios that they set up way less seriously. Instead of strictly being "about" some romantic situation, it's more about the aesthetics of it all, the style, the sound. This is technically a song about Uncle John sleeping around, but in practice, it's a song about speedy shuffle drumming, boogie-woogie piano, insistent bass, purring saxophone solos and Little Richard's inimitable voice as he goes woooo-ooo-oooo-ooo in the middle, or screams to rival the sax.

If you can't tell, I love this song. It's just got such a full, fun sound, and a pace that gets you tapping your foot and bopping your head. You can't make out all the lyrics, but there's enough that you can tell it's suggestive stuff, not just hand-holding and staring into each other's eyes, you know?

I should also mention that there's now authentic, black African-American R&B music that's hitting the charts, not just Bill Haley-style covers by white people. In particular, you can see this in the lyrics - loads of AAVE features that you really couldn't imagine a white artist comfortably using. It will be interesting to track this kind of "black accent" in music, and see who's using it for what kind of song. So yeah, gonna put a pin in that, for now.

Day-O (The Banana Boat Song) - Harry Belafonte (2)

From one strand of black music, to another disnticntly different one - this time it's not R&B, but Jamaican calypso music, song by one Harry Belafonte. You know this song, even if you don't think you do - Harry's is the most famous verison, but it's been covered by a lot of folks, Freddie Mercury also famously improvised over the opening lines at Live Aid, and from my own childhood, I remember Jason Derulo riffing off it for one of his songs. So it's definitely still a song people are familiar with.

It's a traditional Jamaican call-and-response work song, sung from the perspective of dock workers working overnight to load bananas onto a boat, and waiting on the dawn so that they can go home. Hence the repeated refrain, in Jamaican patois, daylight come and me wan' go home. And honestly, that's most of it. Harry vamps it up on the verses, with the refrain interspersed with lines about working all night off just a drink of rum, about loading the bunches, and about waiting for the tally-man to come and count what they've loaded, but it's basically just an account of a night working.

I should also note here that the sound of the song, apart from this, is really simple, just a rolling drum at the start, and some pitched percussion throughout. Apart from this, this song's sung a cappella. It's quite a different sound to what we've heard elsewhere, in a strikingly refreshing way.

Harry's gone on the record describing this as a song that's about life under colonialism in the early 20th century, with local black working class people forced to take up gruelling jobs for foreign companies, such as the banana exporter here. And it's interesting that when this version came out, Jamaica has some degree of autonomy but still wasn't officially an independent country. It only became independent in 1962, but the 1950s by the sound of things was a hotbed of people wanting independence. So I can see why songs like this might have become popular in Jamaica around this time!

It's catchy, too, which apparently was enough to make it an international hit. This wasn't unprecedented. There had been some big calypso-influenced hits already, in particularly the Andrews Sisters' Rum and Coca-Cola from a bit over 10 years earlier, which has been credited with bringing calypso to the US. Still, it's Harry Belafonte, who was born in New York, grew up in Jamaica, but then moved back to New York and was working there at this point, was just the right person to make the genre properly popular, with his album Calypso being widely cited as a seminal one. My guess is that calypso was probably popular with the same people who liked folk music more generally, with the Caribbean stylings adding a layer of exoticism that might have intrigued people.

Anyway, it's also interesting to me that in the US, the song only really broke when a folk group, the Tarriers, did a cover, with Harry's blessing. In the UK, in contrast to this, people went straight for Harry's original, ignoring the folk cover. Part of me wonders if this is because Britain was already being exposed to Jamaican music, thanks to a steady stream of West Indian immigrants arriving after World War II to aid with rebuilding, the so-called Windrush generation. We've already seen at least one of these in Winifred Atwell, and there will be a steady stream of home-grown musicians of West Indian descent throughout the coming decades. As such, you have to wonder if the UK, thanks to its colonial past and continuing links to the Caribbean, is just that little bit better primed for Jamaican accents and sounds than the US was? Again, it will be interesting to track, at least...

Ooh, this week was good. Like, really good. Both songs from a different black musical tradition, both having made their way to the UK via the US, and both with a really distinctive sound that's different to what's gone before. I found Day-O probably the most interesting, with its unusual subject matter and its links to patterns of immigration and musical trends of the early to mid-20th century. And it's clearly been influential since its release. Still, my title at the end is given for my favourite, not the song I had more to say about, necessarily. And there's one song here that I defintely had more fun listening to...

Favourite song of the bunch: Long Tall Sally