#REAL RED CARNIVAL LYRICS LETS GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[sleep-nurse]

hihihihihihih

uhm

if you have screenshots of the lyrics I can try translate it myself

due to the parental controls on my YouTube I can't listen to red carnival so I can't see the lyrics 👍👍👍

i compiled them all in 1 ms paint canvas cus i was afraid of tumblr's image limit, order is from left to right

you're a saviour. i can't wait to be even more disgusted

[chairofchaos]

coney island

Summary: Sitting on a bench in Coney Island/Wondering "Where did my baby go?" A walk through reader's relationship with Ruhn Danaan, from its start to its heartbreaking silent finish. Inspired a bit by coney island; Lyrics (in italics) from Taylor Swift's "coney island" feat. The National

A/N: You can decide whether this one is a blessing or a curse on your dash. (I just wanted to feel something lmao) Read the warnings y'all, this one needed them.

Pairing: Ruhn Danaan/Reader but yk... breakup fic... so...

Warnings: Sibling loss (reader's, not Ruhn's). Mentions of Ruhn's childhood abuse at the hands of the Autumn King. Mentions of sexual activity. Implied addiction to alcohol and drugs. All hurt, no comfort. Everyone's traumatized and/or grieving

Divider from @saradika (I reblogged her post with this one if you look- it's tagged #@/saradika)

If I can't relate to you anymore then who am I related to?

And if this was the long haul, how did we get here so soon?

Three years.

It had been three years and seven months since you had run into each other, Ruhn grinning up at his little sister where she perched atop his shoulders observing the carnival sprawled across the park.

Bryce had cotton candy in her hand, a piece the pink and blue fluff stuck to her brown cheek. You'd taken the opportunity to say hi, recognizing both your old friend and his little sister. Bryce was your sister's friend, and you had met her a few months earlier at your sister's birthday party in Nidaros. You hadn't realized the connection until you saw them together.

Three years, you and Ruhn had loved each other. And there were the thirty-odd years before that, when you had let the memory of his kind eyes swirl in your brain as you remembered your childhood friend in his sweetest moments. Those moments, he had later admitted to you, were the shining lights in some of those darkest of days of life living under the abusive control of Einar Danaan.

Will you forgive my soul when you're too wise to trust me and too old to care?

Ruhn apparently couldn't be bothered to care anymore, too caught up in the life he was trying to lead; too caught up in trying to disappoint his father as much as possible.

And yet I can't find it in me to blame him, you thought with a pang of agony in your chest.

It had been about six months after your first date that Ruhn had shared the surface of the wells of agony his father had inflicted on him all of those years ago.

You had lit your favorite candle, a rich scent of fall to celebrate the fall equinox. Ruhn had walked into your living room that evening and, blanching, asked you to extinguish it with a haunted look.

Instead of celebrating, you two spent the early evening curled up on the couch. You would never forget his hushed voice whispering the reasoning for the tattoos covering his arms, the real origin of the red scar on his chest he couldn't quite get to fade. You had cried for him, with him, as he held you tight to his chest. You promised you would be there for him, no matter what. You promised you would never tell a single soul what he suffered.

The night had grown, and he had pulled you gently towards your bed, kissing you and bringing you to bed with a gentleness you had always known was there and hoped would resurface someday.

In the darkness of that room, you had whispered promises into his skin, to love him, all of him, however long it took him to share. He had promised to open his heart to you. He promised to love you and to hold you close, never keeping you in the dark as to what he needed. He promised you a place to turn in your darkness, the same as you had offered him.

In the last six months since of the sudden death of your little sister, he seemed to have forgotten those promises. You had both promised your best, forgetting how easily you could both be your worst.

When I got into the accident

The sight that flashed before me was your face

You had called him that day. Sobbing into the phone, you asked him to come home, to come help you put your shattered heart back together. He had. To his credit, he had rescheduled the rest of the things he had to do that day. He had cared for you, and both of you had cared for Bryce. He loved that about you, had loved the care you had for his little sister from the moment you met her.

Three nights later, however, he had returned to his drinking, joining Declan and Flynn in getting drunk and high instead of being there for you the night before your sister's funeral.

The memory of his drunken return to your home six months ago had played out again in real time as Ruhn had stumbled in at 4am this morning. His full-volume curses as he had tripped over the corner of the couch where you slept were the extent of his bitter greeting.

You had watched as he stumbled down the hall, never actually acknowledging your presence. You had wanted to wait up to make sure he was safe as he came home to the apartment you had picked out together a year ago with his promise that he would get it together, just a little bit. He had promised.

Ruhn had almost dropped the glass he tried to retrieve from the cabinet in a sad facsimile of drunken self care. He had managed to get it full of water. He drank it, and then walked up the stairs, not a single word spoken in recognition of your tired form waiting at the bottom of the stairs.

Hours later, he still slept in the bed you had shared less and less over the last few months. His snores reached your ears in the kitchen in spite of the afternoon sun on his face. He would sleep off the hangover that, if not for his Vanir healing, he would likely have had for two days.

That had been the last straw for you.

He had promised.

Instead of enjoying that life he had promised you would build together, here you were, a box of your things on the dining room table as you retrieved the glass he had nearly broken from the drying mat next to the sink, and packed it away.

The apartment was his. Most of what was in it was yours.

He had kept his room at the house he, Declan, and Flynn had purchased years ago. You had never really noticed until now how few of his things were here, how much he hadn't invested into this place that was supposed to be for the two of you, together. That pain of agony at the idea of leaving for good melted in the growing fire of anger banking in your body, in your blood.

Maybe he had never cared, you thought glumly, carrying the boxes out to your car. Maybe he had never intended to keep this life with you. Maybe it had all been a placeholder.

Lost again with no surprises

Disappointments close your eyes

The sun sank closer to the horizon as you slammed your trunk shut, blinking up at those quiet windows. There was no indication of him stirring, even as you slipped the key off your key ring and went on one last walk up the stairs to the door you used to rejoice at the sight of.

You slipped it into the envelope with his name on it. The key, that last sign of promises broken, joined the letter you had written him, asking him to care for himself. It told him you wished him the best, but that you simply could not live this way anymore.

You would go to your parents in Nidaros. You told him so, asking him not to contact you if he came to visit Bryce. They needed help in their grief. They needed you home. And so your final goodbye to him was as silent, an echo of his responses to your pleas for him to care about something, anything, over the last few weeks.

And it gets colder and colder

When the sun goes down

When Ruhn would finally wake after sunset, he would find no vanilla candle (your second favorite scent, the one he had bought you as a replacement for the favorite you had thrown away for him) burning. The nails in the wall would hold up no pictures. The kitchen would have no dishes. It would be a shell of a home.

He would find that sealed envelope with his name written in thick, bold letters, as if your hand had pressed your anger and heartbreak into the writing of his name, that one final goodbye. He wouldn't know it had been to keep your hand from shaking. You tried not to consider his reaction, if he would even notice the tearstain on the corner from the tear you hadn't managed to wipe away in time.

He would have a few pictures of you: the one on his bedside table of you and Bryce laughing at each other with paint on your fingers and faces; the one he kept tucked in his wallet of you and him kissing in a photo booth at a carnival. He would have the sheets and blankets on the bed, the furniture.

He wouldn't have you, and you would never again have him.

You promised.

[rosyerim]

bad boy au | na jaemin

na jaemin, the notorious playboy of his school

literally flirts his way out of trouble

his english teacher caught his cheating during his test and what did jaemin do? wink and slide the paper up his sleeves

“ah you must be mistaken i would never cheat on a test! esp w a teacher as pretty as you ♥ ~(◠‿◕✿)”

cue the teacher blushin and letting him off and jeno laughing at him getting caught

part of the dreamie squad obviously 

the whole group of them are absolute hearthrobs

but jaemin is like the leader ever since mark graduated ot7(╥﹏╥)o

whenever he walks down the hall or into class, guaranteed the students are squealing and highkey blushing

i mean who isn’t, jaemin is a god???

he’s also known for playing around w girls and boys

its never too serious as jaemin always cuts it off when if they say i love you

homeboy isn’t about that committed life

which sucks for the ppl he has a thing with

because he treats them so good

always taking them out on the cutest dates, to the newest cafe, the aquarium, the ice cream shop even simple dates in the park!!

 pulling out their chair for them, holding the door open for them all that gentleman ish!!

but they always want more from jaemin

jaemin is known to be affectionate w his own friends but he’s never done any pda with his flings

which confuses them bc??does jaemin like me?? 

the answer is; no

despite what he says while flirting he rarely means any of it, he just likes the reactions he gets like,

when he compliments them and they turn red

or he holds their hand and they get all shy

but he loses interest in them as quickly as he gets it and is quick to cut it off

which does make him a bit of an asshole in that sense

but he does it in such a nice way they can’t get mad

he also dyes his hair so!!much!! 

how hasn’t it fallen out yet!!!

also kind of a stoner

psa; dont do drugs kids if ur underage!! this is just an au!!!

he likes to get faded behind the abandoned carnival the dreamies have dubbed as their hangout

its rlly just a closed down amusement park thats rlly old and they just spray painted DREAM on everything they could find but the dreamies love the eerie feeling they get in ther and like to pretend they own it

AND theirs no cops around so they can do what they like

which usually means getting crossfaded or having the occasional bonfire/party but most of the time they just get a truckload of candy and challenge each other on pokemon w their nintendos lol

he also likes the feeling of his surroundings being numb and always ends up falling asleep after he finishes a blunt

which leaves a sleepy and clingy jaemin stuck w the rest of the dreamies

jaemin doesn’t let himself smoke around his flings as he doesn’t trust them nearly as much as his boys

lowkey has trust issues

but once he gets his daily dose of coffee, like 3000 shots of espresso he is A W A K E

the dreamies are the worst for almost getting in trouble

when it gets dark they usually hop on their bikes, grab two bottles of spray paint each, and go on into their neighbourhood, whilst playing obnixous dubstep from their speakers

and cause total chaos 

they always leave dogs barking and house lights turning on in their wake as they cycle like mad men down the empty streets, streaking the road with luminous pinks and greens

they get the biggest thrill out of being chased by the local police

whenever the hear the telltale siren they all whoop and laugh in unison, shouting out bets on who will get caught first chenle and who’ll get back to the hangout first renjun

it’s dangerous but they get a real kick out of it and always make sure to tweet about and post it on ig

overall jaemin is jus your average bad boy who likes causing havoc

but who doesn’t like havoc?? 

you, my dear reader :))

you had just moved house and into a completely new neighborhood

 it was your fifth day in your new home and you missed your old area a lottt

and you were highkey bitter bc you didn’t want to move but your parents made you >:((

so sunday night rolls around and you were chilling in bed, watching some dumb yt video when all of sudden in the distance you heard,,,thumping,,,

like really ugly but rhythmic thumping,,,

and it was getting louder and closer to your house

so you being all investigative, throw on your hoodie and waddle on downstairs and open your front door, the porch light turning on automatically

and what you saw was a sight

there were a group of boys cycling up and down your street, attempting to do tricks like wheelies???and shit

but as they did their tricks they were spraying the ground so they left a lot of squiggly lines as they turned and jumped

you didn’t mind that, you thought it was actually kind of pretty

but what wasn’t pretty was that hideous music

you were pretty sure they were playing that im blue dabdeeda song but a dubstepped remix version 

and god it was awful

but you kinda assumed they must have gona tone deaf bc they were screeching the lyrics to the tops of the voices and one tall kid was trying to freestyle to it

yeah, they were a sight

 you noticed none of the neighours had come outside which meant this was a normal occurrence??

oh no, you were not having this

without a second thought you shoved your feet into your uggs by the door and stomped your little butt over to the group of screaming boys

one of the boys who was on his phone on his bike, noticed you storming towards them and quickly hit another guy next to him and so on

until all their attention was on you

all six of them 

if it were your old neighbourhood you would have been flustered at their attention on you and they were good looking and you were wearing an,,,odd attire

but you didn’t care

once you reached them you just crossed your arms

“whose playing the music?”

they kinda looked at you as if you spoke another language

until you arched an eyebrow and the tall kid from earlier raised his hand, holding his phone 

“uh,,, i am,,, i’m jisung,,,”

you marched over to him and swiped his phone, ignoring the laughing from one of the boys, scrolling thru his horrible choice of songs

then one of them tapped you on ur shoulder

“so like,,who are you? whats your deal sis?”

you noted he had quite an ugly bowlcut that was also bright red and you just rolled your eyes, before typing in a decent song in jisungs phone

another kid stepped forward and tried to look menacing as he stood up slightly taller in front of you

“like haechan asked,,what’s your deal? do you know who we are?”

you scoffed and clicked on the song, feeling satisfied as frank oceans song ivy played through the speaker

“frankly i don’t care who you guys are but your taste in music is shit and you all sound obnoxious”

homeboy who tried to seem tough was lowkey shook

and haechan just laughed really sarcastically 

“our music taste is shit? your outfit is a mess” 

your outfit was literally a large hoodie and uggs but like??your mom bought them and u liked them!!

“my mess of an outfit is worth more than that tragic cheap dye job you got ontop of your scalp smh”

haechan just gaped at you while the boys tried to hide their snickers 

you were about to leave before another one of them stepped forward, stretching out his hand

“yo you’re kinda funny, i’m renjun!” 

u just stared at his hand 

“yeah cool i dont care, bye”

ohhhh cold

you had stalked off from them ignroing their oooo savages behind you, ready to slip back into bed highkey proud of yourself 

BUT

not so fast

suddenly your met with a really smiley face with pink hair

he grabs your hand and kisses the back of it giving you his usual, heart stopping smile

“i don’t think i’ve seen you before...i’m jaemin and its very nice to meet you (◕‿-)“

but you are not liking his large ass smile

you rip your hand back and just arch your eyebrow again at him

“are you all actually deaf? I am y/n, and I do not care! goodnight!” 

and off you storm, this time actually making it to your door

you spare one more glance at them as you’re closing it 

and the group are almost crying bc they’re laughing so hard at jaemin whose looking over at you 

and he just winks at as u slam the door shut 

damn reader, ur wildt

once you’re back in your room you hear the group disappearing down the street, smiling as you hear frank ocean’s voice float away slowly

you peak out your window to see if they’re all gone but what you see leaves your mouth gaping

there in a mix of luminous pink and greens, spelled out in capitals is

TILL NEXT TIME Y/N ♥

there was gona b a next time??? oh no poor you ;)

[insomnihan]

han’s Entire Thoughts & Feelings on Dreamcatcher’s “BEcause”

WE ARE F UCKING UNDER ATTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

there are no read mores here so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ALRIGHT SO-

THE SONG WHERE DO I START WELL- I SAW A COMMENT SOMEWHERE THAT WAS LIKE ‘THIS HAS GOODNIGHT CREEPINESS WITH RED SUN ESSENCE’ WHOEVER THAT WAS YOUR BRAIN IS GINORMOUS™ AND WRINKLY- IF YOU LISTEN TO IT THE SLIGHT SUMMER VIBE IS TOTALLY THERE YET THE PIANO AND THE HARP (MAYBE I DUNNO BUT WHAT I DOONO IS THAT IT SLAPS) THE PRE CHORUS BUILD UP FAST AS HELL THE DRUMS ARE FAST AS S HIT THE CLOCK IS SO CREEPY THE GUITAR IS JUST ASDFFJGHLHKL;;’ THE DOUBLE TIME DURING DAMIS RAP THAT WAS LITERALLY™ AN ATTEMPT TO TAKE MY LIFE (they were this 👌 close istg) AND THEN THE BRDIGE…………………… SOMEONE TAKE THE WHEEL-

AND THEN THEIR VOICES POWERFUL AS ALWAYS AND THAT F UCKING DISTORTION S HIT DURING ‘FOREVER LOVE AND FOREVER MINE’ IS ACTUAL DR*GS- i dunno what it is but the instrumental being like that and then (to me anyway) theres such a sweet undertone (???) in how they sing and then knowing the lyrics likE I KNOW THEYRE OBSESSED- B O I DO I MISS A FAST DAMI RAP P L E A S E I FEEL LIKE SHES THREATENING ME I LOVE THAT PSYCHO NOISE B ICYJ- THAT BRIDGE IS F UCKING CRAZY SIYEONS AND HANDONGS AND YOOHYEONS GENTLE VOICES AND THEN S U A!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOUREALLYGOTTACOMEOUTOFTHELEFTGODDAMNFIELDWITHTHATICANTSTANDYOUHOWDAREYOUJUSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hello hello for the dance section i will be using THE mcountdown performance yEAH THE ONE POSTED BEFORE THE ACTUAL MV/ALBUM DROP- FIRST OF ALL THE INTRO sorry i have to talk about this theyre so creepy and doll like and jiu is so menacing lIKE WHAT THE F UCK IS THAT (someone answer me what iN THE F CUK did she feed yoohyeon)- NOW ANYWAY I HAVE THINGS TO SAY ABOUT THE ACTUAL DANCE-

OFF THE BAT THE MIRROR INTRODUCTION IS *CHEFS KISS* and then gahyeon choking jiu?????????? LORE????????? IN CHOREOGRAPHY?????????

LISTEN. L I S T E N. ALL OF THEM LIFTING YOOHYEON AT 1:29 LIKE THATS INSANE AND SO FITTING FOR THIS SONG AND VIBE plus yknow………………… handong doing a lot of the lifting………… 👉👈

this specific video doesnt show it during suas verse (which is like Rude™ but fine they show it elsewhere obv) but when shes singing and the rest of them are dropping down slowly………………… yeah-

THE CHORUS EVERY👏SINGLE👏F UCKING👏TIME👏 LIKE THE POSE THEY DO FOR ‘BE’?????????????? THE POWER AND THE GENIUS™ OF IT??????????????????????

DAMI UNHAND ME UNHOLY DEMON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the bridge…………… the rocking from side to side…………… whatever the f uck handong and yoohyeon are doing…………… it was almost like sua was controlling everyone right like deadass im scared-

THE DANCE BREAK PLS LET ME BREATHE

the ending with everyone bowing but gahyeon…………

BICTH……………… BICHY- THE VISUALS JUST KEEP LEVELING THE F UCK UP THATS LIT RALLY INSANE I LOVE THAT FOR THEM- the moment that mystery code was revealed and we were getting demented creepy carnival i waS V I B R A T I N G™ WITH EXCITEMENT the creepy scenery of the  dark hotel lobby and the rundown carnival with the merry go round and teacups AND WITH A CULT and the hallway with the mirrors and the lights (like the use of SO much red and green……… the symbolism………) JUST EVERYTHING IS SO F UCKING ABANDONED AND S HIT- THE LITERAL MIRRORING AND DIMENSION S HIT WHAT THE F UCK!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT CREEPY ASS ROOM WHERE THEY KIDNAPPED GAHYEON IN AND SIYEON WAS ACTING ALL TWITCHY OR WHATEVER WHAT WAS THAT-

TIME TO SHOW WHICH SCENES I LIKED

THE WHOLE GODDAMN THI-

(jk ☺️)

OFF THE BAT GAHYEON MAIN CHARACTER I KNOW THATS RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

…………………… i just wanted to put this here-

i just wanted to put this here too-

HOW DID YOU EVEN GET HERE

id like to think that the real handong is one getting dragged away and the one standing is the doppelganger (for Plot™ purposes)

W H A T T H E F U C K

I DUNNO WHAT TO SAY OTHER THAN IM SCARED-

G OD WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE THIS PART WAS SO WEIRD WHAT DOES THIS MEAN WHAT DOES IT MEAN

HELLO??????????????????

yeah sure let me take this apple from this broken mirror where another me lies within the walls of this creepy hotel anD EAT IT

W E L P-

………………………………… F-

T H E M

I DUNNO HOW IM BREATHING RN-

JIU

whaT IN THE F UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS SCENE IN THIS SCREENSHOT IS ALREADY A LOT the way she looks seemingly unassuming and harmless in that reception desk that brown and white outfit (is her hair in like………… pigtails???) and then the smile to the instant glare you jusT KNOW youre gonna d*e in that place- MAAAAN BANGS OR NO BANGS SHES STUNNING EITHER WAY AND THATS SO RUDE………… the white dress and those red ACTUAL TALONS will be the d*ath of me

SUA

if i counted correctly she had three (3) different outfits??? outside of the dance ones??? white and red then black and purple then that green and black one??? i think of all of those i really like the red and the green one theres SOMETHING ABOUT THEM i think the green one with the big puffy sleeves more NOT BC ITS MY FAVORITE COLOR I SWEAR the green looks silky and then she also has the thing on the side of her face the pearls in her hair- AND THEN THAT RED ONE with the white sleeves and the frilly collar dude whAT THE F UCK LIKE I KNOW WE SAW IT A LOT BUT I WANNA SEE MORE THO……………

SIYEON

OKAYOKAYOKAY LOOK- THIS OUTFIT IN THIS SCREENSHOT I FEEL LIKE I SHOULDNT LIKE IT YET I DO????????????? two completely different looking patterns that animal print and the strips and then that big ass belt (???) around her waist like this shouldnt be like a GOOD look i dont think……… truly only She™ could make this look work 😔😔😔 i got A LOT A LOT to say about the red and orange plaid crop top and skirt with the different colored clips in her head but the only thought going through my Dumb of Ass Stupid Brain™ iS HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

HANDONG

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY NATURAL BLONDE BELOVED this white dress and the BLACK BOOTS AND THE CHOKER SHE BETTER S TOP- AND DO NOT I REPEAT D O N O T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SPEAK TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ON THAT SHORT WHITE DRESS WITH THE WHITE BOOTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHOEVER STYLED HER YOU DONT CARE ABOUT ME AND THE OTHER HANDONGISTS YET I ALSO LOVE YOU SO MUCH the one with the pink dress dont talk to me dont approach me donT EVEN F UCKING LOOK AT ME IM GOING THROUGH A LOT RN

YOOHYEON

im really Dumb of Ass™ i thought that one pink and (maybe???) super light blue dress had a clock on it- BUT MOVING ON FROM THAT the space buns and whatever those accessories those are and the pink makeup this is sO- then the white dance outfit with those (mesh??? lace??? i just know that its see through-) sleeves and those big ass earrings THAT LOOK AT 2:24 the boots (yeah i gotta mention that first since i just ALWAYS have to mention them) the white blazer all those pearl long ass necklaces and whatever that is on the side of her face why do her visuals HURT SO BAD-

DAMI

bicth…………………………………… B I C T H- WHAT HAS THIS WOMAN BEEN DOING??????!!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!??!??!?!?! THIS OUTFIT IS SUCH AN ATTACK I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT IS ON HER FACE THIS WHOLE LOOK IS SOMETHING ELSE™ her tattoo 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 that bottom part of her hair is kinda clapped tho honestly- the pig tails?????? braids?????? in the dancing part on the black and white tiles IM DOWN YALL IM DOWN SO BAD AND ITS F UCKING RUDE™ THAT WE DONT SEE S HIT OF THAT DRESS AT THE END-

GAHYEON

IM GONNA SAY IT AGAIN LEE👏GAHYEON👏MAIN👏CHARACTER👏I👏KNOW👏THATS👏RIGHT👏👏👏👏👏👏👏!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS RED HAIR IS A BLESSING (especially in that high ponytail i-) SHE IS ATTACKING ME BUT YKNOW WHAT THATS OKAY- im SURE theres a plot significance to her two different dresses the mostly black and the mostly white but my brain can only register WOMAN PRETTY that white one in particular…………… the choker with her hair up and those boots…………… i saw it clear as day and im d wording over it-

BONUS TIME: B-SIDE TRACKS (thoughts and parts i liked)

Intro

i usually expect the intro to be like SUPER HYPE AND INTENSE yknow which it kinda is! however it is consistent that it fits very well and captures the overall vibe of the entire album the calm beginning with the bell like were walking into an establishment and at the halfway point it picks up its intriguing and the ‘i like you’ adds a subtle eeriness that adds just enough to make one wanna continue listening its v good 👌

Airplane

LISTEN……………… LISTEN- this is the VERY LAST genre i expected out of this group YET im not even a little bit shocked that they did this like this cutesy izone-esque summer bop of a song is a DREAMCATCHER™ song……………… YALL- THE AMOUNT OF SEROTONIN THAT ‘AIRPLANE LALALALALALA~~~~~~~’ BRINGS IS SOMETHING SO PERSONAL THIS SECOND GENERATION SUMMERY ASS INSTRUMENTAL WHAT IN THE F UCK- I FEEL LIKE IM RUNNING ON THE BEACH I FEEL THE COLD WIND OF THE WATER BUT THE HEAT OF THE SUN AGAINST MY SKIN AND IM PLAYING WITH A DAMN BEACH BALL WITH A COCONUT DRINK (I F UCKING H*TE LEAVING MY HOUSE) JIU AND DAMI SOUND SO F UCKING PHENOMENAL

Whistle

im pretty firm on believing these b sides represent different times of a summer day and this is the late evening or twilight like not nighttime but CLOSE- i thought i wasnt gonna like the whistling part but that only makes it catchieR THIS SONG IS MAKING ME YEARN AND TRYING TO RECALL LOVELY MEMORIES I DONT EVEN HAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! then again……………… theres always usually a song on their albums that make me unlock and feel hidden emotions………… THIS SONG GOT ME MISSING A PERSON THAT ISNT REAL this is such a mellow yet so powerful in the way they sing and express each syllable- they all did so good on this song but i gotta mention dami again for her part like oH mY gOoOoOooOoOOOooOD

Alldaylong

JIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the way this song was inspired by a hug jiu got from yoohyeon…………… THIS IS NOT A JOKE she said ‘i wanna try city pop’ anD SHE DONE DID IT- i have NO IDEA how this song managed to hold so much joy and light happiness in every word and instrument used in this but im :ccccccc i literally wanna hug someone after listening to this 😔😔😔 this also makes me yearn for something but at least this one isnt unrealistic or unobtainable i dont think! there are some songs out there that make me cry from its lyrics and its sound but THIS ONE the lyrics and just how happy this song is bro reading the lyrics im about to cry for like the fifth time- they who im love so much… :ccccccc doesnt it make you just wanna hug someone and tell them you love them????????? that you appreciate them??????????

해바라기의 마음 (A Heart of Sunflower)

i knew FOR A FACT FOR👏A👏FACT👏 that they were gonna have a ballad for this album bc road to utopia didnt have one i will admit i was one of the 🤡 that thought jiu would be credited on this song 😬😬😬 ANYWAY- AGAIN WITH THE DAMN YEARNING FOR SOMETHING BUT THIS TIME IM F UCKING SAD AS S HIT why must this song be so powerful to make me emotional before i even got to read the lyrics to fully grasp it……………………… now im truly yearning in the Sad™ way and waiting for some imaginary person who i dont even know will even come back…………………… those damn adlibs are pretty as hell it was sua (and i have to mention dami again okay shes really killing it on this she woNT LET ME LIVE-) who got me feeling this the most like yeah…………………… i am a fool…………… im a fool for loving and missing someone who just disappeared from my lifE G O D D A M N IT-

LIKE this is COMPLETELY surprising album BUT IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE as its described it really is a ‘special’ album as while the title track still has their music style and sound theres still an element of summer (a very Terrifying™ summer BUT a ✨Summer✨ album nonetheless) like the b sides are SO different and COMPLETELY caught me off guard when i listened to the highlight medley YET this group of seven amazing and talented women pulled it off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! its extremely obvious at this point that their steady and organic growth has grown VERY HIGH this time and (although im still very confused by how everything was released and announced BUT i digress) this different kind of method in performing the song the day before seemed to work?????????? I DUNNO WHAT TO SAY ANYMORE this section could literally be summed to just I LOVE DREAMCATCHER SO MUCH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

IN CONCLUSION: LISTEN TO THIS ALBUM BECAUSE ITS BOMB AS F UCK

AND AS ALWAYS

[rfamess]

This cured my boredom for a little bit. Was making a few new music playlists and thought.. hmm. I wonder what kind of music the RFA listens to? So, I made this. For no reason at all.

What Kind of Music the RFA + V/Saeran Listen To:

Saeyoung/707:

- (I always see people writing that he’d listen to all star or other cringe meme songs because that’s what seems to be his entire personality, but I like to think he has more substance than that and listens to songs that don’t have to do with memes.)

- He definitely listens to rap/hip-hop.

- Can you not imagine him driving down the road in his cars, windows down, music blasting?

- He listens to his music uber loud in his headphones while working.

- His favorite artist is probably Tyler the creator, i mean, how could you not love him.

- Listens to Mac Miller when he’s sad :(

PLAYLIST:

Who Dat Boy - Tyler the Creator

Stutter - Freddie Dredd

Evil Fantasy - Freddie Dredd

Sweatpants - Childish Gambino

Bounce - Logic

Dead Wrong - Notorious B.I.G.

Movement - Oliver Tree

Stick to Your Guns - Watsky

Both - Gucci Mane

No Sleep Till Brooklyn - Beastie Boys

Can I Kick It - A Tribe Called Quest

No Limit - G Easy

Circles - Mac Miller

Broke Bitch - TMG (lol)

Bonfire - Childish Gambino

I THINK - Tyler the Creator

Good News - Mac Miller

I - Kendrick Lamar

FACE - Brockhampton

King Kunta - Kendrick Lamar

Lovely Things Suite: Knots - Watsky

Zen:

- (Similar to Saeyoung, I don’t believe Zens entire personality revolves around musicals, he probably doesn’t listen to them that often imo.)

- I like to think he’s a... well rounded individual when it comes to music

- Listens to anything and everything.

- I could see him listening to the same music as Seven, but is also very into 70s-90s rock like the Red Hot Chili Peppers and the like.

- He runs listening to all of his music on shuffle and doesn’t have a specific playlist so there’s never a certain vibe to it— it really is all over the place.

- In addition to Seven’s playlist, here’s Zen’s

PLAYLIST:

Funny Face - Red Hot Chili Peppers

Santeria - Sublime

Badfish - Sublime

The Luck You Got - The High Strung

Dedicated to the One I Love - The Mamas and the Papas

Heart of Glass - Blondie

Come as You Are - Nirvana

Brown Eyed Girl - Van Morrison

Machu Picchu - The Strokes

Dirty Harry - Gorillaz

Love of Your Life - Red Hot Chili Peppers

The Adults Are Talking - The Strokes

Bailee - The Licks

Where is my Mind - Pixies

Hurt Like Mine - The Black Keys

Gap - The Kooks

Give it Away - Red Hot Chili Peppers

Take Me Out - Franz Ferdinand

Hoops - The Rubens

Conquest - The White Stripes

Ten Cent Pistol - The Black Keys

Yoosung:

- Yoosung likes more upbeat music, maybe more new age/alternative pop

- Listens to music every time he tries to study, but usually get distracted by it and starts to sing along instead of actually doing his work

- Is probably trying to branch out of his style, Seven and Zen try to convince him to listen to their favorite genres

- The three of them always argue about who has the best taste in music lol

- He’s constantly wondering if his music is “manly” enough (it’s okay yoosung it’s just music)

- If this dude gets drunk and hears any of this music he goes absolutely wild and dances all over the place

PLAYLIST:

Bambi - Hippocampus

Turn - the Wombats

Paris - Magic Man

Chronic Sunshine - Cosmo Pike

Death of a Bachelor - Panic! At the Disco

Silvertongue - Young the Giant

Brazil - Declan McKenna

Unbelievers - Vampire Weekend

Baseball - Hippocampus

Australia - The Shins

Prune, You Talk Funny - Gus Dapperton

Honeypie - JAWNY

Alien Boy - Oliver Tree

Satellite - Guster

So Young - Portugal. The Man

Blinding Lights - The Weeknd

Circles - Post Malone

Unbearably White - Vampire Weekend

Tiny Umbrella - Coast Modern

Way it Goes - Hippocampus

Electric Feel - MGMT

Jumin:

- this guy has 2 modes and that’s it: classical bitch or music that has words

- He appreciates the fine art of classical music and listens to it when he has work to get done or when he’s trying to relax.

- If he’s in a good mood he’ll put on a playlist that includes “music with actual lyrics!”

- It’s a dad playlist. Billy Joel, Billy Joel, Billy Joel, Elton John, The Beatles, Billy Joel.

- He likes Billy Joel. Jumin has a dad personality you can’t convince me otherwise lol

- He tried to branch out but can get very picky in his interests. “I don’t like this guitar riff— change it”

- Either way his 2 modes are apparent in his playlists

PLAYLIST:

Dreams - Fleetwood Mac

California Dreamin’ - The Mamas and the Papas

Don’t Ask Me Why - Billy Joel

Starman - David Bowie

Miss You - The Rolling Stones

Dancing in the Moonlight - King Harvest

Come and Get Your Love - Redbone

It’s Too Late - Carole King

Movin’ Out - Billy Joel

A Horse With No Name - America

I Want to Hold Your Hand - The Beatles

Honky Cat - Elton John

Vienna - Billy Joel

The Stranger - Billy Joel

Waltz in A Minor - Chopin

Hungarian Dance No. 5 in G Minor - Brahms

Waltz No. 7 in C Sharp Minor, Op. 64, No. 2 - Chopin

Souvenir de Paganini - Chopin

Solfeggietto in C Minor - Bach

Prelude in B Minor, Op. 32, No. 10 - Rachmaninoff

IV. Allegro Molto From Quartet - Yo-Yo Ma

La Fille Aux Cheveux de Lin - Debussy

Porz Goret - Yann Tiersen

Carnival of the Animals: VII. Aquarium - Camille Saint-Saëns

Carnival of the Animals: XIII. The Swan - Camille Saint-Saëns

Jaehee:

- We all know her obsession with Musicals (specifically zens)

- Other than this she listens to...well honestly I don’t know

- Her music doubles as something she can get hyped up with and something she can listen to to relax.

- She loves to dance, so a lot of her songs and just songs that she’ll never be able to refuse to move her feet to!

- She likes the old classics and then she likes Doja Cat. Lizzo? Queen.

- She’s a barb let’s be real please. you can never convince me that she’s not

PLAYLIST:

Adore You - Harry Styles

She - Harry Styles

Call Me - Blondie

Starships - Nicki Minaj

Hey Mickey - Toni Basil

Juice - Lizzo

Say So - Doja Cat

Voulez-Vous - ABBA

Waterloo - ABBA

Cuz I Love You - Lizzo

Killing Me Softly With His Song - Roberta Flack (LOL the memories associated with this song after Killing Stalking..... hahahaha BUT ITS STILL A GREAT SONG!)

Only - Nicki Minaj

Boss Bitch - Doja Cat

Go Your Own Way - Fleetwood Mac

Beez in the Trap - Nicki Minaj

Woman - Harry Styles

9 to 5 - Dolly Parton

Blame it on the Boogie - Michael Jackson

One Way or Another - Blondie

Tia Tamera - Doja Cat

Truth Hurts - Lizzo

V:

- indie boy indie boy indie boy indie boy

- Cmon just look at him he’s an indie boy

- If you’ve ever met a film student that gatekeeps music, they have the same exact taste but V won’t say shit to make you feel stupid. It’s just music bruv

- If you’ve ever been to an indie concert you know the fuckin dance you know what I’m talking about. he does that.

- Rolls a joint, pops the music off and he paints, does photography, whatever. Either way he straight vibes every single time the tunes come on.

- Low key thinks he has the best music taste. that’s just how dem indie kids roll let’s be real here.

- For some reason knows everything about every type of music. will spew facts about artists and songs at random

PLAYLIST:

Shuggie - Foxygen

Necessary Evil - Unknown Mortal Orchestra

Homage - Mild High Club

Another One - Mac DeMarco

Plants - Crumb

What Once Was - Her’s

Heart and My Car - Summer Salt

Cottage Roads - The Walters

Moonlight on the River - Mac DeMarco

Work This Time - King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard

Like Yesterday - Paul Cherry

Call it Fate, Call it Karma - The Strokes

Knowhere - Nick DeLaurentis

Escargot Blues - Guantánamo Bay Surf Club

A Side / B Side - Tipling Rock

Dark Red - Steve Lacy

That I Miss You - Vansire

Top Tier Love - Lonely Benson

Driving to Hawaii - Summer Salt

Taking Up Space - Mustard Service

She’s the Only One - King Guru

Saeran:

- emo boy emo boy emo boy

- We all know it

- As much as I’d love to say he listens to heavy death metal, there’s a part of my mind saying NO he’s not like that.

- Well he is, but he’s got more than a few single interest

- Probably listens to Nirvana, Cage the Elephant, anything similar

- Is always trying to listen to new music

- Kind of sick of Seven blasting his music all the time and listens to the opposite of hip hop whenever possible

- Honestly enjoys all types of music, but sticks to his favorites

PLAYLIST:

- All Apologies - Nirvana

- Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene - Hozier

- Soma - The Strokes

- Black Madonna - Cage the Elephant

- Hysteria - Muse

- Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High - Arctic Monkeys

- I Got Mine - The Black Keys

- Supermassive Black Hole - Muse

- Under the Bridge - Red Hot Chili Peppers

- Back Against the Wall - Cage the Elephant

- Creep - Radiohead

- Heart Shaped Box - Nirvana

- Demon Days - Gorillaz

- Bulls on Parade - Rage Against The Machine

- Matador - The Buttertones

- Holiday - Green Day

- RIP - The Licks

- London Calling - The Clash

- Loser - Beck

- What I Got - Sublime

[thatshiscigar]

The Boys Of Summer — JJ Maybank

Request: Hi there I wasn’t sure if requests were open or not, but I was wondering if I could get a JJ x female reader based on the song The Boys Of Summer by Don Henley. I feel likes it’s a good end of summer song and I was thinking it could be something where the reader is getting ready to leave for college and her and JJ have to come to terms with her leaving and while she drives away the both of them reminisce on their times together. Sorry if it’s too much! I love your writing! :)

Warnings: swearing, underaged drinking

Word Count: 2.7k+

A/N: I kind of veered from the request a bit- I just got a different vibe from the lyrics

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The sun was beaming into JJ’s eyes as he flew down the streets on his motorbike, leaves kicking up in the wind. He hoped it was the harsh wind that caused tears to prick in his eyes, rather than the emotional turmoil in his head. You were leaving for college today, and JJ didn’t want you to leave without letting you know how he felt. He knew he had fucked up, and he scolding himself for waiting until the last minute to do anything about it.

The ride to your house was eerie. The streets, usually filled with kid’s trying to find their fun, were empty. The beaches were deserted, litter left from tourists the only thing keeping the sand company. Summer was ending, and the Outer Banks, Paradise on Earth, felt like a ghost town. It was bare. The contrast of its current state, and from what it looked like just a couple of weeks ago was astounding.

-

The speaker that Sarah had brought was playing lowly, relaxing you both as you tanned. It was one of the first few days of summer, and you needed to get that glow that would carry you for the rest of the season. You were enjoying the warmth of the sun on your skin, until you felt something, or someone, block its rays. You picked off your sunglasses, and saw the culprit, JJ, your boyfriend, standing in front of you. His hair was sopping wet, little droplets falling onto your feet as he towered over you.

“What,” you groaned, throwing your forearm over your eyes.

“C’mon Y/N! The waters fine,” he whined, trying to get you to comply. You look at him for a moment before making up your mind.

“Five more minutes,” you said as you put your sunglasses back on, getting back to tanning.

“Fine,” JJ accepted, drawing out the vowel. You heard him stomp away, in a childish manner, which made you smile. You closed your eyes, unwinding again. It didn’t last for very long though, as you were ripped from you relaxation when you heard rapid footfalls coming your direction. You didn’t have much time to process what was happening as JJ picked you up from the sand, and threw you over his shoulder. You screamed as you pounding his back, begging for him to put you down. Your cries for help were abruptly cut off when JJ threw you off his shoulder, and into the salty water. When you emerged from the water, the sound of JJ’s laughter filled your ears, which was impossible to get mad at.

“What the hell was that, Maybank!” You playfully scorned, to which he only laughed harder. You moved to slap his chest, but he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you in, wrapping his arms around your torso.

“The waves were calling your name, Y/N,” he alleged, making you giggle against his skin. He placed his hands on your cheeks, guiding you up to kiss him. It was a small kiss, but it was filled with so much, you didn’t want the moment to end. You pulled away, and leaned your forehead against his.

The love you saw in his eyes was innocent. It was child-like, and pure. Like nothing could ever get in your way.

-

JJ didn’t realize the memory was playing out in his head. There were tears pouring down his cheeks, and being blown into the wind. He kept his gaze steady on the road in front of him, with a hard face. He was mad. Mad at himself for letting you go. He could’ve had a future with you, but he let it all go to shit.

-

The Fourth of July carnival has been a summer staple for the Outer Banks since anyone could remember, and you went every year. It was one of your favorite summer traditions, and this year, you went with JJ. The night was full of rides, greasy fair food, and booth games, where JJ had won you a large teddy bear.

The night was winding down, people were going home and rides were shutting down, and you were getting pretty tired. You and JJ were holding hands as you were walking towards the exit, along with everyone else. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a little boy trip and fall, getting separated from his family in the large crowd. He couldn’t have been older than five years old. You quickly ran towards him, ducking through the mass of people, shouting ‘excuse me’ and ‘sorry’ til you reached him.

“Hey there,” you said as you crouched down, JJ right beside you. The little boy looked up at you with teary eyes.

“What’s your name?” You asked in a sweet voice, trying to calm him down.

“Ryder,” the little boy said through sniffles, his little cheeks red and puffy.

“Ryder? Okay Ryder, is it okay if I pick you up?” You asked in your best baby voice. He didn’t answer, as he made grabby hands, letting out a sob.

“Okay, c’mere bubba,” you cooed as you picked him up. You gave him the teddy bear JJ gave you to calm him down. It worked, as his tears stilled and he was now occupied with the fluffy toy.

JJ was still just standing behind you, not sure of what to do. He looked like a he had just seen a ghost.

“Look out for parents,” you muttered to him, giving him a job. JJ nodded and looked out to the crowd, and quickly spotted a young couple, scrambling around with terrified looks on their faces. JJ tapped your shoulder, and pointed them out to you.

“Is that your mommy and daddy?” You asked Ryder, his eyes following where JJ was pointing. Ryders face lit up when he saw them. He started nodding excitedly.

“Yeah?” You egged, happy that he wasn’t crying anymore.

“Mhmm!” Ryder hummed. He grabbed onto your shirt with excitement.

You and JJ hurriedly maneuvered through the crowd, trying to reach Ryders parents. You guys eventually did, and they were more than grateful. They gave you and JJ many thanks and you parted your ways.

“You’re gonna get real good at that, y’know,” JJ said, smiling down at you.

“What do you mean?” You furrowed your eyebrows at him.

“The whole... taking care of kids thing.” He looked down at his shoes, suddenly getting shy at his own words.

“You mean like, a mom,” you challenged, a bright smile on your face. JJ regained some of his confidence when he saw how you were taking it. You weren’t freaked out at the idea, you were elated. You wanted a future with him, where you could have his kids, and raise a big and happy family.

“Yeah,” he started, swinging his arm over your shoulder.

“Like a mom.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, enveloping you in everything that was good in the world. You loved JJ, and he made you feel safe and secure. You wanted the longevity and safety with him, and you were excited for your future with him.

-

He was furious at himself now. You loved him so much, and JJ took you for granted. He would never forgive himself for what he put you through.

-

The teens of the Outer Banks all knew one thing for sure, and that was that summer was coming to a close. Everyone wanted to get one last party in before you all went back to your normal and boring routine of wakeup, school, go to sleep, so, that exactly what you all did. Everyone was there, Kooks, Pogues, Tourons, and even a couple mainlanders. It was the biggest party of the summer.

You and Kie were in the middle of the crowd, dancing, drinking, and having a good time. You knew when the summer ended Kie would have to go back to the Kook Academy, and you would have to go away to college, so you wanted to get every last moment that you could with her.

After a while of partying and many, many refills, Kie started to greatly feel the effects of what she was putting in her body. She grabbed onto your forearm to steady herself.

“Woah! Kie! You okay?” You yelled, trying to get her to hear you over the music. When she shook her head no, you started to shove past the mass of people to get her out of the crowd. You flung her arm over your shoulder and held onto it to keep her up and balanced.

“Hey, I’m gonna take her back to the Chateau, she’s not feeling too well,” you said to John B, who was standing guard at the keg.

“Alright, drive safe,” he replied, pity in his voice for Kie.

“Hey, have you seen JJ?” You asked him, realizing you hadn’t seen your boyfriend around.

“Um, no, not for a while.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets, thinking about his answer.

“Alright, well I’ll see you later.” You said your goodbyes once more and made your way to your car, an almost-passed-out Kiara hanging off your shoulder.

When you pulled up to the Chateau, you parked the car and went to the passenger side. You helped Kiara get out of her seat, but she could handle herself a little better now, not needing much help walking anymore.

When you approached the front door, you could faintly hear the bed creaking, and moaning. It couldn’t have been John B, you had just seen him, and Pope wasn’t really the type to bring a girl home.

“What the fuck,” you muttered to yourself, roughly opening the old door. You sprinted to the spare bedroom and yanked the door open, the sight of JJ on top of another girl, a girl that had beautiful blonde hair and a small waist, coming into view.

“Y/N,” JJ began when he saw you. Before he could say anything else, you turned and ran out of the house.

“It’s not what you think,” he yelled after you coming out of the house, only wearing a pair of shorts he could quickly throw on.

“Then what the fuck is it, JJ!” You turned and screamed at him with tears in your eyes. You started to walk back towards him, getting ready to unleash all your anger.

“Because I saw you,” you pointed at him, the tip of your finger coming into contact with his bare chest.

“In bed, fucking another girl.” You pushed him away with your finger. You were seething with anger, your face and ears red, tears free falling down your cheeks.

“We’re done, JJ, we’re done,” you shot as you turned to walk away.

“Babe, please, we can talk about this!” He grabbed your wrist just before you were out of reach.

“Don’t fucking call me that.” You yanked your hand away and left him. Left him to clean up the mess he made.

You got in your car and drove away. You could barely see through the tears in your eyes, but you wanted to put as much distance between you and him as possible. You would never forgive him for this. All of those ‘I love you’s, and ‘You’re everything to me’s meant nothing now, and you weren’t going to fall for them again. You were done with JJ Maybank.

-

JJ rounded the corner to your street, your house coming into view. He didn’t really think through what he was doing, or what he was going to say, he just wanted to see you one last time.

You were putting the last of the boxes into the trunk of your car, getting ready to hit the road and start a new life out of the Outer Banks. You would miss it, though, the beach life. You would miss the sand and the sun, the drinks and the food, and everything in between. You did miss JJ, on some days. You would miss the way his arms curled around your waist, or the random kisses he would place on your neck, but you couldn’t go back to him. He cheated on you, and you weren’t going to forgive him so easily. You’d cut him off that night, never wanting to let him back into your life. If you were going to ever talk to him again, he would be the one to come crawling to you.

You heard the roar of JJ’s bike sounding from the end of the roads, and before you knew it, he was parked on the other side of the street, and getting off his bike to come and talk to you. You hurried your actions, packing up faster so you could leave as soon as possible.

“Hey, Y/N,” he mumbled, afraid to meet your gaze.

“What do you want, JJ,” you asked frankly, not wanting to play any games. You leaned against your car, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I wanted to apologize.” He kicked a pebble, and took in a sharp breath.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” His voice faltered. You could see the tears in his eyes, but they didn’t faze you. You felt nothing for the boy in front of you.

“Are you sorry you did it, or are you sorry you got caught?” You quizzed. The question made JJ look up at you, but he didn’t have a response.

“Why did you do it?” He looked back to the ground, debating if he should tell you the truth, or just say he was drunk and couldn’t think straight.

“I don’t know, but I do know that I fucked up, and I’m sorry.” His voice broke, and he sounded desperate. He didn’t wipe the tears from his face, he didn’t care if you saw him like this.

“Whatever, JJ,” you sighed, not wanting to entertain this conversation anymore. You walked towards your house.

“So that’s it? You’re just gonna leave?” JJ called across the yard. You felt all the anger from that night bubble inside you again.

“You cheated on me, JJ! What else do you want me to say!” You marched back to him. He had a lost look in his eyes, he wasn’t expecting you to yell like that.

“I loved you! I wanted a future with you! Then you turned around and slept with another girl!” You pointed your finger at his chest again, just like you had before.

“And I will never, ever, forgive you, JJ Maybank.” Your words were venomous, making JJ’s knees falter, and his breath quicken.

“I’m gonna ask you one more time,” you began, the same malicious tone coating your voice.

“Why did you do it?”

He knew he had to tell the truth now, he wouldn’t ever get the chance again. He looked you hard in the eyes, getting ready to let it all out.

“I was scared,” he started, his words quiet.

“You loved me too much, and I got scared.” JJ’s voice was cracking, more tears spilling out.

“No one’s ever loved me like that,” he whispered. You could feel your own tears building up at his words. You didn’t know what to say, or how to feel. All the frustration and anger and sadness he caused you, was because you loved him too much?

“Please, say something,” he pleaded, his eyes searching your face for a reaction.

“You hurt me JJ, and no matter the reason, I can’t take you back,” you began.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered as you moved away from him. You briskly walked around your car to the drivers seat, wanting to escape as soon as possible. You started the car and drove away, watching JJ get smaller and smaller in your rear view window. You were leaving, and starting a new life. You weren’t going to bring baggage from the past into the future. It hurt, though. You did love JJ, but he broke your heart, and you weren’t going to take someone back who had broken your trust.

JJ didn’t go after you. He knew he had lost you for good. He fucked up the one thing he loved with his whole heart, all because he was scared. He wouldn’t forgive himself either. Watching you disappear around the corner of the street shattered what was left of his heart. You were gone for good, and there was nothing he could do.

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[thejemersoninferno]

Mad love.

· Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader.

·A/N: Here’s my entry for @tilltheendwilliwrite​ 7.7K’s challenge. I was supposed to post it earlier but I thought I scheduled but I didn’t. Sorry. Anyway, I hope you like it.

·Song: Mad love - Sean Paul ft Becky G & David Guetta.

· Word  count: 2246.

· Warnings: language, smut, more language. Steve huffed punching the punching bag as hard as he could. Once again you were training to that damned song he hated. Too much language, too explicit he thought. Bucky smirked as he walked towards his best friend knowing how pissed he was. You were always listening to explicit songs, that’s what Steve said. He, on the other side, enjoyed seeing you dancing and singing at the top of your lungs some dirty lyrics.

“Easy, tiger,” Bucky joked, which gained him a murderous look from Steve.

“You knew she was coming, didn’t you?” Steve asked, annoyed.

“Incoming, incoming!” you shouted running towards Bucky and, luckily he caught you on time.

“How are you doll?” Bucky laughed.

“Tired as fuck,” you sighed. Steve grunted at your side and you giggled, “Sorry, Captain,”

“You do have a mouth there, doll,” Bucky winked, letting you off his arms.

“And damn well you know it,” you winked and chuckled.

“C’mon girl, Wanda is waiting,” Natasha called you out from the door. You greeted them goodbye, not without leaving a kiss on Buckys’ cheek and waved Steve. He hated you.

You were dancing and singing at the top of your lungs. Tony threw a carnival party and you were enjoying it like nobody else. Wanda and Natasha long lost in the crowd, tequila shots boiling your blood and you drank your drink in one sip. You spotted Bucky, Sam and Steve at the VIP area as Sam said and you walked to them. Still vibing to the song, your recent discovery Latino music aka reggaeton and Tony seemed to enjoy it. Everything to annoy Mr Language.

“HEYOOO” you shouted to greet them.

“There she is,” Sam smiled.

“How many tequila shots you had doll?” Bucky asked, letting you rest against his chest.

“Enough to see you as handsome as ever,” you smirked.

“I think you should go to rest,” Steve commented.

“Ugh, too early,” you replied.

Steve was about to argue back when you heard the rhythm of the song of the summer, that’s what Tony said, beating loud. You yelped excitedly and grabbed Buckys’ hand pulling him with you. Safaera aka known as a vetoed song banged making you danced provocatively with Bucky. 

Bucky followed your moves, his hands grasping on your hips and his hand slipping lower on your back. You spun around to keep his hands busy and giving him a good view of your tight black skirt and croptop. Bucky rolled his eyes laughing at your dirty look, he adored you.

“MAMI QUE TU QUIERE!” You sang and Bucky pulled you away from the intruder trying to steal you. You laughed and bounced your ass, seductively, singing the lyrics. Your so many years under HYDRA rules taught you so many things, like languages or to be a stripper for a mission.

You caught Sam vibing to the song and you needed to bring him to dance with you. You walked to him and Steve, your hips swaying, gaining dirty looks around. Bucky followed and soon the three of you were singing and dancing. 

“Jesus christ,” you heard Steve murmured. You looked at him, red covering his ears betraying his disgusted face. You winked at Bucky who nodded assuring you he regretted speaking Spanish.

“She took a pill that makes her horny, fucks in audis, not in hondas. If I fuck you don't call me, it's not for you to love me. If your boyfriend doesn’t eat you out, then why is he here,” You sang at the top of your lungs, Bucky and Sam laughing out loud and cheering you up. You erupted in laughter, still moving your hips to the beat, your eyes fell on Steve. His jaw clenched, his eyes dark and angry. You gulped, filling the heat in your core, you squirmed on your spot.

Tonys’ voice echoed the room while you exchanged looks with Steve. Your mouth was dry, maybe it was the tequila or all the beers you had, but you were looking at Steve with the nastiest of the looks, your eyes filled in lust. Steve, on the other side, his jaw clenched, his expression serious and slightly annoyed you could say, his knuckles white, you thought he would break the glass between his hands, he bit his lower lip and you let out a groan. Steve swore he saw your nipples through the fabric and he closed his eyes shut.

“Ten thousand for Captain America!” Tony brought both of you back to reality.

“TONY!” Pepper arrived at his side and pulled the microphone from him.

“Captain!” Tony called out.

“I’m sorry, Steve’s not in this auction,” Pepper said.

“Fifty thousand!” a woman shouted from the other side of the room. Your mouth fell open and you tried to find her through the crowd.

“A hundred!” another voice, from the back.

“No, no,” Pepper tried to calm them down.

“I hear a hundred and fifty?” Tony giggled, happily, enjoying the moment.

People chattering and giggling, you spot the curly woman who offered a hundred thousand for Steve smile proudly. 

“Oh boy,” Sam laughed.

“A hundred in one,” Tony started counting down.

The people anticipating the moment with giggles and congratulations to the woman.

“A hundred in two,” Tony sang, you saw the excitement on his face and you denied.

“A hundred and fifty,” echoed the room and you spun to see Natasha, her known smirk plastered on her face. You sighed relieved.

“A hundred and fifty for the widow!” Tony sang and everyone erupted in cheers.

“I’m going to kill him,” Steve sighed.

“He did it for a good cause,” Sam added.

“Yeah, making Cap lose his virginity,” you mumbled. Bucky erupted in laughter.

“Not everyone is like you,” Steve snickered back. Sam facepalmed himself internally while Bucky gave Steve a disapproval look.

“Fuck you, Steven,” you spat, you kissed Buck’s and Sam’s cheeks before walking away.

“Really Steve?” Bucky added. Steve huffed.

                                                          ★★

The beat from the speakers made the room feel like some club, your hands punching the punching bag then and there, you were tired, exhausted but mostly, pissed. You never knew why Steve couldn’t stand you, from the very beginning he was a dick to you and you were tired of it. Yes, you had a mouth but you weren’t like that at the beginning until you realised that was the only way Steve spoke to you. You wanted to be friends with everyone in the compound but Steve made it hard to be friends with. 

Sean Pauls’ Mad Love made your heartbeat race and without thinking, you started dancing. First slowly, spinning around, ballet style until the beat dropped and you dance sensually, your hands touching your hips and your thighs, you let your mind drive you to your darkest fantasy.

Seve walked in to find you dancing, your hips rocking something imaginary on the floor, your hands moving at your sides, you were dancing. You stood and moved sensually to no one and his unsteady breath made him growl. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, he imagined himself around you, he imagined his hands touching your thighs, your hips, your hips bouncing frenetically against his. His hands closed in a fist, you made his blood boil and his mind dirtier than ever. If you only knew.

“Steve WHAT THE FUCK!” you screamed, scared.

He opened his eyes, you were standing a few feet away, your breath unsteady, your face red and slightly sweaty, your lips red from biting them. Fuck me, “Sorry, I didn’t know you were here,” He excused himself quickly.

“You scared me!” you added, “And given our job that’s quite hard,” you murmured. 

“I know,” He whispered.

“I was..” you blushed, “training,”

“I’ll be back,”  He said before storming out. You denied, that man would be the death of you.

                                                          ★★

After Steve left you finished your cooldown and walked back to your quarters, you needed a night out and you needed it now.

“Doll,” Bucky sighed. 

“Please, please Bucky” you pouted. 

“I’m not in the mood for a party night,” he shrugged.

“But I want to dance!” you pouted again, giving your best puppy eyes.

“Look there’s Steve,” Bucky called him, “You’re still going to that ball, right?”

“It’s not a ball,” Steve replied. 

“Prom whatever,” Bucky added, “Do you have a date?”

“It’s a gathering for senior people, we’re supposed to join them,” Steve answered.

“Great, she’s going to be your date,” Bucky pushed you into Steve and ran away. The fucker ran away. I’m so killing you, you told him telepathically. 

“See you at 8 P.M?” Steve asked. You looked at him skeptical, was he for real? 

“Yes,” you mumbled. 

An hour, you have been in the seniors ball for an hour and you still haven't had a drink. Well, cherry cola only. Steve doing his work, pep talk, meeting people and taking pictures. You still remembered when Tony told him he was going to be the Seniors Ambassador in town. I’m not that old he said, you laughed.

The music low and from the forties, you’d recognized the music anywhere. Steve liked that music. You caught him looking your way and you gave him a soft and supporting smile.

He smiled back and you felt your head dizzy, that man. 

You huffed at Bucky’s text and wished you had a beer. You sighed hard and sat properly on your chair, waiting for Steve. 

“Now tell me, sweetlady, is he your beloved?” an old lady asked, standing at your side.

“Oh no,” you answered, “friend from work,”

“I had friends from work and I’ve never spoken about them the way he does about you,” she smiled.

“Steve’s very polite,” you smiled.

“Then I’ll ask him to dance with me,” she winked and walked to him. You watched the exchange smiling, Steve agreed by the looks he send your way and walked to the dance floor with the lady. You observed them dance for a moment, until a hand fell in front of you. Bucky.

“Dance with me?” he asked, pouting. You squinted your eyes but accepted his hands. Put your head on my shoulder by Paul Anka sounded. You moved slowly, your eyes focused on each other and he chuckled.

“Fuck you, Barnes,” you muttered. 

“Doll, I really thought it would be good for you both,” he replied.

“There’s no beer, how is he supposed to tolerate me?” you asked.

“He tolerates you pretty well, excuse me very much” he snickered, you denied, you were about to answer when a tap on your shoulder made you turn. Steve and the woman looked at you.

“You know honey, Brunettes are more my type,” she grabbed Buckys’ hand and pulled him to her side, pushing Steve into you and dancing away.

“She just stole my date,” you mumbled. 

“I thought I was,” Steve added. You looked at him, his face calm and relaxed. His blonde hair well placed and all you wanted to do is put your fingers on it. The song switched to Sway by Michael Bublé. Steve offered his hand and you grabbed it, pulling him into the crowd. You swayed from side to side, his fingers on your lower back and hand, your hands on his shoulders and you risk it all caressing his arm until you reached his neck. You felt his grasp into your green satin gown and you decided it was now or never. You swayed sensually, moving him around, spinning under his touch, giving him sensual and seductive looks. The song arrived to an end with Steve nailing into your hips, his left hand travelling to fix your hair. 

His kisses burnt your skin, your hands touching every inch of his bare torso and back. His mouth travelled to find your earlobe and you moaned his name. He pulled your dress up and kneeled on the bed to kiss you everywhere. You moaned and asked for more while his fingers travelled on your legs and you felt his fingers getting close to your core. You held your breath and let a heavy sigh escape your lips when he kissed your forehead. 

“Open,” Steve demanded. You obeyed sucking into his fingers than once were inside your sex.  Your legs still trembling from the first orgasm his devilish tongue cause inside you. He bite his lips and opened your legs, growling. 

“Love the views,” you panted. 

His hands caressing and grasping into your thighs, you panted and pulled his arm trying to make him fall on top of you.

“Your legs look the best when I’m spreading them apart,” he groaned in your ear. You felt your center wet again and you kissed him passionately. You panted and moaned his name, his sex hitting your g spot, making you squirm under his touch. Your legs started to give out and you knew you were close again.

“Fuck, give it to me baby,” Steve growled in your ear. His movements erratics making you notice he was close to.

“Steve!” you panted out loud, he trusted a few more times and you felt him fill you up.

“Fuck, fuck,” he panted, trying to steady on top of you. You both panted and tried to breath again.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, play Mad Love by Sean Paul and Becky G,” Steve panted.

“What?” you asked, confused. 

“I’m not done with you,” he moaned on your lips, his hands travelling to your heating core. 

                                                           ★★

If anyone would like to be tagged, let me know.

J 🍀.

[arthurflecksgirl]

Doctor of laughter /Arthurs POV

This is my version of the scene at the childrens hospital and the scene in the phone booth/ Arthurs POV

Doctor of laughter

Name: Dr Arthur

Department: Laughology

Speciality: Baloons

Ironic when you think about it. If not even funny.

They call me doctor of laughter here. Not knowing that I needed to visit the doctors because of my laughter for so many times in my not so funny life. Or maybe it was funny, if you have a really dark sense of humor.

But well, those kids here in the cancer ward don`t know about this and I`m glad they don`t. They shouldnt know that Dr Arthur is more of a patient himself as he is a doctor. My work name as a partyclown is Carnival but the guy who printed my card just used my real name which is also fine because it always melts my heart when one of the kids calls me Dr Arthur. It just feels so personal and makes me feel needed. Like I`m truly fulfilling my purpose here. Maybe I didnt managed to bring laughter and joy to this world, not even to Gotham but here in this hospital room the magic is happening. I`m the man I want to be. Here in this small room, filled with these kids who know what suffering and lonelyness means I can do something right. Here in this ward I`m living my dream. Making people happy. The kids just know and feel that this is who I am and why I am here for. they feel it. And they need to feel it because they need a moment of happiness just as much as I do.

I look at their faces and you can tell that they have been through so much. I just want to give them a glimpse of joy. Even if its not inside of myself, especially because it isnt. But seeing them smile, even for just a second makes me think that I felt it too. For a small moment there was this  glimmer inside. The taste of doing something that has a purpose.

I wonder how many of them are lonely. Not just now here at the hospital but when they`re at home. I wonder if any of those kids feels missunderstood or left  by their parents like I did. Or worse. I wonder if any of them will come up to me some day and say "Dr Arthur. I need someone to talk to."

I look at their faces and wonder if they are loved by their families. And I hope they are, wondering how they will feel when they`re back home. Some days in my life, I felt saver in a hospital bed. Which tells so much about life at home. I hope none of those kids feels better here than with their families. I look at each one of the faces. Trying to take a look behind the tiredness that comes with the chemo. Do they look like they areren`t loved by their family? How did I look as a kid? Could you tell?

I love the way they look at me while I am doing my little performance to "If you happy when you know it". It is so much easier to make kids smile. I`d love to have kids myself one day. I´ll be the clown daddy. Just imagin my child`s friends would go "What your daddy is a clown? For real? Thats so cool! He should come visit us on our birthday!" And of course I would be there and do their make up so all kids on the party would be clowns and thats just too adorable to think of.

Yeah I sometimes do dream about this, but thats another story. I dont think I will be a dad in the near future. But maybe I could be something close to a dad to Sophies daughter Gigi.

"If you happy and you know it wiggle your ears" I touch my ears and move my lips to the music that plays from the cassette player . Sometimes I also sing along for real because I couldnt help it. I have a thing for singing and dancing. Some of the kids touch their ears too. Some others sing the lyrics. And some are just too shy or weak to do more than just sit and watch. I try my best to look at everyone of them. No child should feel left out. Thats another really important thing for me,too. To not let any kid feel ignored. Ignorance is hell and I dont want to do this to anyone. Imagin there is this one really shy kid in the corner and you almost didnt notice because you are distracted by the other kids who are closer to you, singing. And the next night this kid might lie awake in the hospital bed, wondering why Dr Arthur, the friendly clown wouldnt even look him or her in the eyes. I just cant stand this thought. So I look at each one of them every single time. Try to animate them. I wanna be a good memory.

"If you happy and you know it and you really wanna show it...."

The word happy can be a trigger for me. Because thats the name my mum gave to me. The most unfit name in the world.

"....if your happy and you know it wiggle your ears" I turn to the kid sitting on the chair beside me and knee down. The doctor standing by the window is looking at the kids face. I guess it feels good to her to see the kid smile, finally. It made her grin too.

This makes me feel energetic like, I really get lost in my little dance for a second. Wearing the white  hospital clothes felt weird in the beggining. They reminded me of Arkham and I asked the doctors if I really have to put them on. But they explained to me that this has a good effect on the kids.They feel like I am one of them when wearing the same clothes and I coudnt say no to that.

"If you`re happy and you know it stomp your feet...." I turn to the other side, spinning around, lift my hands up in the air. Even the other doctor has joined singing. This job is the only thing in my life that I dont hate.

".....If your happy and you know it and you really want to show it , if you happy and you know it stomp your feet."

I do. I do stomp my feet. Forgetting that I keep the gun under my clothes.

It makes a noise falling right to my feet. My reaction is fast. A high pitched scream is escaping my red painted lips. I remember this trick when comedians try to pick something up and it just keeps slipping away. Maybe I can make it look like a part o my act.

This wasnt planned or was it? Is there any chance I thought this would be funny when I left the house to go to work? Why did it fell out so easily? I can`t remember. But it surely doesnt feel good now.

Anyway, I pick up the gun and hide it under the hospital clothes, acting like I`m a bit embarrassed but gigglelish about what happened. I press my index finger to my lips and chuckle. Most of the kids look more than surprised, but then there is this lttle girl standing right in front of me is forming her hand to a gun and points it at me. I really like her.

Half an hour later I find myself in a phone booth taking to my chef. No good news are on the way.

"Hoyt, please! I love this job!"

I mean this as I say it. This job is important to me. Its a motivation after waking up. Knowing that there are sad faced kids I can make laugh again. I even try to ignore my workmates bullying me and all. I just want to go to hospitals and kids partys and be Dr Arthur or the birthday surprise. He cannot take this away from me. I hope he is bying my lie of the gun being fake. I wish Randall wouldnt have given it to me in the first place. I just knew that this is not going to end well. Why did he do this to me? Is this what he intended? Was this Randalls plan all along? Getting me fired by knowing that something would happen involving the gun?

Hoyt asks me why I brought a gun into the kids hospital and I explain to him that its a prob, a part of my act now. he doesnt belive me, raises his voice. "Thats bullshit, bullshit. What kinda clown carries a fucking gun? Besides Randall told me you tried to buy a 38 off him last week."

I knew it. I just knew there was something up with Randall giving me his gun. Him claiming I tried to buy it off him is proof enough. Its all lies. All lies. As if I would have wanted this damn thing. I told him I`m not supposed to have a gun and he still gave it to me, claiming to be worried about me being attacked out on the steets.  Nice try, Randall. I bet you hoped I would kill myself with it by accident. But losing my job is just as good for you. Now you dont have to deal with my laughter anymore.

"Randall told you that?"

I cant belive this is happening right now. I cant belive he is beliving in Randalls words instead of what I am trying to tell him.

"You`re a fuck up, Arthur. And a liar. You`re fired!"

Hoyt hangs up the phone.

This is a nightmare.  The only good thing I had in my life just ended.

I put my head to the cold glass of the phone booth and bang my forehead against it. The glass is cracking. I know there is a sharp pain but I can`t even feel it.

[ajokeformur-ray]

I watched Joker tonight and typed out my thoughts as they occurred to me. Unedited; typos are guaranteed. I did this a few months ago and really enjoyed looking back at my thought process and I wanted to do it again so that I can look back and know that what I feel is real and true in my darkest times.

You're welcome to skip this; it's under a cut for ease of doing so. Warnings for occasional sexual comment lmao. There’s no self shipping in this, I don’t think.

word count: 2, 575.

I’M SOBBING and I’ve only just pressed play.

Heart squeeze Chest much ow

THERE HE IS

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

Nooooo baby omg don’t pretend - let yourself hurt if it hurts. Don’t pretend. 

Carnival Carnival Carnivalllllllll 😍😍😍😍😍

I am a Simp for one clown and his name is Carnival

Someone help him, I????

That sign hit Arthur as hard as my love for him did ksksksk

MY EYES BE LEAKIN💔💔💔💔💔

bb nooooo

Oh honey let me kiss those bruises and replace the marks of violence with love, hm? You’re safe with me.

Breathe, my love. Don’t fight the laughter. Let it out, let yourself go. 

Screams into a pillow because????? much sad must kiss

“have you been keeping up with your journal?” LIKE HE HAS TIME

oHHHHH boi’s close to losing his shit

Do it, Artie. Give ‘em hell.

“I think I did” YOU TELL HER!!💖💖💖

I want to be his cigarette. Where’s Satan??? I got a new deal for my blackened soul which he took at half price😂😂😂😂

I’d have my hand between the door and his head so fuckin fast I swear

“I just don’t wanna feel so bad anymore” yep SAME

ohhhh peekaboo🥺🥺🥺

this makes me giggle ksksksk i watch this scene when i feel sad bc it always makes me happy for the time it’s on

he’s so good with kids; he doesn’t have to try and think about what’s funny, he just does it, he’s himself and it works

FUCK OFF LADY CAN’T YOU SEE HE’S STRUGGLING????

give

him

back

his

card

casually wrinkling my nose against tears lmao

ohhh the way he looks up at those stairs from the bottom

i can feel his exhaustion

me too, my love

step step step step

god i wanna get him the fuck outta gotham

and into my arms and a soft, warm blanket

“eat. you need to eat” LITERALLY WHAT I TELL MYSELF EVERY DAY IN HIS VOICE BC OTHERWISE I JUST WOULDNT EAT???? I’m losing so much weight asdfghjk its not enough tho

SUPAH RATS

Did Arthur come up w that joke or was it actually a Murray joke????

HIS VOICE IS SO SOFT IM CRY??🥺🥺🥺🥺

“I WAS PUT HERE TO SPREAD JOY AND LAUGHTER”

YOU DO BABY, YOU DO!!!! EVERY FUCKING DAY!!!!

go deepthroat a cactus randall - youre already a bit of a prick so🙃🙃🙃

“THE GUYS THINNK YOU’RE A FREAK BUT I LIKE YOU”

HOYT. YOU CAN GO SIT ON A CACTUS TOO

FUCK OFF

😡😡😡😡

“WHY WOULD ANYONE STEAL A SIGN”//”WHY DOES ANYONE DO ANYTIHNG?” HOYT YOU’RE SO FUCKING ILLOGICAL HERE IM????? ERIKA DOES NOT (ALSO WILL NOT LMAO IM A STUBBORN BIITCH) COMPUTE

Can arthur fuck me like he pounds the trash/????🥵🥵👀

those dark curls.... that crooked tooth... must kiss.🥺🥺🥺

pennys casual cruelty makes me so fucking angry

foreshadowingggggg ~  *JAZZ HANDS*

ugh the way he dances with that gun im👀🥵🥵🥵

he enjoys the power of it and his breathing gets deeper asdfghjk

clumsy baby omggggg i just COOED 🥺🥺🥺🥺

okay maybe im stupid but i genuinely dont understand this “senior who needs to graduate” skit i’m??? how is being an intro to western civ student funny im???? someone explain???

but also dont bc fuck that guy lmao arthur’s hilarious

true millenial humour (and brit humour lmao we’re dark asf)

THE WAY ARTIE TWIRLS HIS FINGERS AROUND HIS HAIR AND DANCES IN HIS SEAT IM???🥺🥺🥺

wanna curl up on his lap at night when hes writing and go to sleep with a 

blanket around our bodies🥺🥺🥺🥺

when arthur wears a shirt at home you KNOW it’s a daydream

THAT CROOKED TOOTH IM WANT KISS.

WAIT IS IT CALLED STAND UP COMEDY BC YOU STAND UP... AND ITS COMEDY???

23 FUCKING YEARS, PEOPLE... TO REALISE THAT🙄

WHEN CARNIVAL CAME ON SCREEN I NTHE HOSPITAL I MADE A PORNOGRAPHIC NOISE LMAO I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

IF YOURE HAPPY AND YOU KNOW IT, SHOOT MURRAY

WOOPS WRONG LYRICS

😂

“doctor of laughter”🥺🥺🥺🥺

doctor i have a case of the Big Sad can you... do an exam? 😉😏

NO BB DONT BEAT YOUR HEAD UP THERES PRECIOUS CARGO IN THERE

in what world does chucking cold greasy chips in a girls hair being “nice”???

lmao fuck these guys

ohhh honey breathe. dont fight it, my love, just breathe.

my heart’s breaking for you, you sweet thing🥺🥺🥺

i love you so so so so so so so much ugh you’re an actual fucking angel

just breathe darling

i need to get you a cup of tea with honey in it, your throat must be so sore

ohhhh baby im so sorry

i’d take every single punch if i could

i’d die for you

i wish i could protect you

i wish i could look after you

and take all those hits

and kill those guys for you

im so sorry

sobbingggg

YES GOOD MAN THANK YOUUU

KILL THOSE ASSHOLES LMAO DESERVED IT

yeah i have a grey morality... im similar to deadpool in that way tbh

carnival comin’ to kill your insecurities

8 bullets in a 6 chamber???? mm-hm

DONT FORGET YOUR BAG THATS EVIDENCE

AND THE WIG

RUN BABY RUNNNNNNN

GO GO GO GOOOOOOOOOOOO

RUN LIKE THE WIND BULLSEYE

THE SOUND OF HIS FEET SLAPPING THE PAVEMENT IM👀

OOOOOH JOKER’S WAKIN’ UUUUUUP

fuck he’s so hypnotic

the way he runs his hand down his lower stomach asdfghj🥵

must kiss the inner tendons on his wrists and lick the blood off his face 

must kiss

he moves like water

fuck hes so fluid

bathroom scene = the scene in which my heart and vagina clench at the same time

im WANT

T POSEEEEEEEE

“i still owe you for that, dont i?”

PUNCH OUT IS MY FAVOURITE THING E  V  E  R

D O N T S M I LE

UGH I FUCKING HATE being told to smile if i don’t fucking want to so BIG mood

PLEASE SHUSH ME THE WAY YOU JUST SHUSHED PENNY IM???

but also dont lmao bc i’ll think you’re mad at me and i’ll hide in the bedroom for the rest of the day lmao i’m sensitive✨✨✨

i wanna sit on his lap and still his bouncing knees

“thats not funny”

fuck off penny yes it is

I JUST CHOKED ON MY COFFEE IM???

“but i do” god the  P O W E R

ugh that fucking sexist piece of shit comedian can choke “women look at sex like buying a car” 🤢🤮🤢🤢🤮

chauvinistic pigs can die thanks

his lil trip upstage im cry🥺🥺🥺

ohhh baby. just breathe, darling. it’s okay to be scared. dont fight it. just breathe. 

he and i both cover our mouths when we laugh/smile in the exact same way and it makes me feel closer to him

how can they think hes laughing at himself when hes literally gagging????

people only see what they wanna

the Penny imitation is👌👌👌

s m i l e

i remember when i came home from seeing this for the first time, i got home and dropped to my knees to cry in the bathroom. it was such an emotional release and so much love and i played smile to try to make myself smile but i only made myself cry harder lmaooooo ~ 

smile and thats life are my go-to songs if i gotta cheer tf up

danger sign = neither works

he looks so soft after his “date”🥺🥺🥺

“thats life” yeah but murray you dont even leave the studio so how do you know????

ngl arthur’s anger scares me.

anyone so much as raise their voice at me and i’ll cry really bad and i will shut myself away for the rest of the day and quiet anger terrifies me so his banging abt in the kitchen would freak me tf out😲

angry bb😭

he controls his anger so fast though omgggg ~ 

that soft please sends me

idk where it sends me lmao

down below probably

BARE FACED CARNIVAL OMG THIS SCENE IS SO CUTE

I LOVE THE MATCHING COLOURS ON ARTHUR AND BRUCE TOO ???

okay but the implication that arthur always carries a clown nose on him is🥺🥺🥺

hes such a good clown im?????

lmao im enjoying the show more than bruce is skskskk

arthur’s lil chuckle makes me🥺

his HUMMING im??? soft?????

his brows are so strong and dark omggg ~ he’s so beautiful

OKAY i’ll be honest i’ve seen this alfred/bruce scene and the thomas bathroom scene later on and the penny flashback scene a 100 times and i still dont fucking understand what did or didnt happen regarding arthur’s parentage im????

 ive seen interpretations to say he is thomas’ son and some to say he isnt and i still cant decide so? im stupid i guess 🙃

“a clown thing?” the  s a s s

“it’s exit only” yeah so’s my ass🙃

if i was there in the hospital room i woulda turned that tv off as soon as i realised what clip was gonna play

murray’s cruelty is d i s g u s t i n g

lmao hes an asshole

arthurs lil clap from joyyyyy ~ 🥺🥺🥺

did i say murray???

i meant  m u r r a t

🙃🙃🙃

sneaky baby

wayne hall either has super bad security or arthurs v quick on his feet

🤔🤔🤔🤔

he looks so good in red omggg ~ 

f o r e s h a d o w i n g

arthurs smile when hes watching chaplin is how he smiles when we all gush to each other abt him and ourselves!!!

hes so cuuuuuute🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰

“told me what” 

ohhhh honey🥺🥺 im so sorry. “crazy” is a trigger word for arthur; it made him start laughing in the bathroom with thomas

“touch my son again ill fucking kill you” yeah?? touch my arthur again and i’ll fucking kill you🙃🙃🙃🙃

^^^ that ones a joke do not come at me

the clerk in arkham was nice to arthur - he, gary and sophie are the good gothamites.

none of it was enough to stop his descent into joker, though, and i’d even say it was too late right at the beginning of the film, too... 

his sock puppet thingy “they cut all those” is such a Joker thing to doooo ~ 

the way arthur’s laughing in the hall at arkham turns into sobbing is gut-wrenching omg the poor thing😭

i wanna hug him and protect him and help him to process this in a healthy way

sweetheart, if i could take all of your pain and put it onto me... i so would. i’d do it in a heartbeat.

i wanna get you into a hot shower, make you some food and sit and listen to you. we can either sit in silence or you can talk to me, my love, and you will be heard and understood and loved.

“i had a bad day”

IT’S OKAY I DIDNT NEED MY HEART ANYWAY OMG YOU POOR SWEET INNOCENT THING IM LOVE YOU🥺💔

THAT ENTIRE LATE NIGHT SCENE LAUGH/SOBBING GOT ME -

💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

i just wanna hold you and protect you and help you and love you

I’m so fucking sorry, darling. i wish i could take it all away from you

“i havent been happy one minute of my entire fucking life”

NO ONE SHOULD LOOK THAT ANGELIC AFTER COMMITING MATRICIDE IM????

get

that

fucking

gun

away

from

your

face

boi dont test me ill fucking go feral or - no, tell you what, i’ll point the gun at me and see how you like it

im looking respectfully at the green speckled undies scene....👀👀👀

“coming” 😏😏😏

“my mum died im celebrating” and “i stopped taking my medication” and you STILL stayed in the apartment with Arthur????? dudes those are 🚨🚨🚨 signs

woe betide anyone who underestimates arthur fleck lmaoooo

randalls death scene makes me laugh every time omg i feel so vindictive

get WRECKED

i wanna lick the blood off his face. i really want to

ngl i think i have a blood kink... 

“dont look just go” ME WITH MY ACNE WHEN I SEE IT IN THE MIRROR 😂😂😂😂

JOKERJOKERJOKERJOKER 

ASDFGHJKL

J

O

K

E

R

ERIKA.EXE HAS STOPPED WORKING

JOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERRRRRR

😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 MY BABY MY MAN OMG THERE HE IS IM CRY???????😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺

my mind is literally blank rn im just staring and crying and smiling so hard my face hurts????? im love him so so so so much

sweet thing’s so used to pain he gets HIT BY A CAR AND KEEPS GOING????

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU

hghhhhhhhhhhhhhh

euirrrrrrgkjbgkfbirsghigrbugr

*incoherent keyboardsmash to portray utter love*

ohhh baby no dont cry. oh honey😭 i wanna sit on your lap and kiss your tears away

“i love dr sally”

you have a WIFE at home

“DO YOU REMEMBER?” THAT WAS YOUR CUE TO APOLOGISE LMAO GET FUCKED MURRAT

he’s so CUTE

omgggg ~ 

my hearts gonna give out its SQUEEZING SO HARD IT HURTS

YOU MOCK THEM, BABY!!! THEY GOT IT COMING

“i wanna get it right” hes so passionate

my comments have deceased in number bc im just too starstruck and in love to even think clearly lmao

jokers all i know rn and this is the most peaceful ive felt in WEEKS

im sobbing

ugh fuck this hurts so BAD

youre speaking the truth, darling. im so so proud of you and i love you so much

“THEY COULDNT CARRY A TUNE TO SAVE THEIR LIVES” LMAO INSIDE JOKESSS

literally sobbing right now ugh what the fuck youre in so much pain and in the middle of a breakdown and no one saw you

ugh baby im so sorry, you deserve so much better

you tried so hard and you were gonna fall no matter what

IN THE WHITE ROOM

“hi” baby they cant hear you but im COOING 🥺🥺🥺🥺

you’re so fucking cute

say the word and ill burn gotham to the fucking ground for you

i wanna sit atop that car and cradle your head in my lap and wipe the blood off your face and help you stand up and be there for you and and and😭😭😭😭😭😭 i love you so so so much. 

i’d be so much worse off without you in my life. you brought a splash of colour which has never dimmed or faded. it never will. 

b l o o d    s m i l e

=

im wearing my inside on the outside now and it still hurts

angel💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

i see you and your pain. i love you.

i see you, angel. 

his genuine laughter is🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

that cute lil “ksksks” he does im🥺🥺🥺

i always laugh with him omg the two of us are laughing together ugh its the closest i will ever get to sharing in his joy

 t h a t ‘s    l i f e

i love the hallway daaaaaaaaaaaaaance ~ 

them hips dont lie😉😉😉

i love you i love you i love you i love you omg the sun’s like a halo ugh i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you im singing along to thats life while i type out how much i love you at 220am lmaooooo ~ 

i   l o v e    y o u

[skznct127treacting]

My Stalker Bang Chan 2/4

And so, just as the end of September bled into the start of October, your friendship with Chan began to escalate and grow. The weather became cooler in temperament, as skirts became accompanied by tights and your t-shirts by jackets, seasonal drinks came in with pretty pictures taken on the gram with equally pretty orange nails. Dark lipsticks and warm tone eyeshadow, pumpkin patches, Halloween displays in the shop windows and a general cosy warm feeling in the pit of your stomach that this time of year brings.

Only the weather and the festivities of the season weren’t the only thing leaving you feel light and reinvigorated. You and Chan had established a strong friendship, which while only classroom based, it was definitely a noticeable change from before. He sat next to you every class, and teased you for being such a nerd (even though he was totally one himself), sulked when you didn’t use the pencil he fixed, complimented every little change in your appearance, you gossiped and joked in person and soon turned to social media when a friend request from Chan popped up. He constantly poked you for details about your life, who were your parents, what job did they do, where you lived - sometimes you felt as though you were on a date with him and that you were playing 21 questions. You treated it as such, taking more care in your appearance and constantly fixing yourself up in whatever reflection you could find. When he asked whether you were in a relationship and you replied no, you swore you saw him breathe a sigh of relief.

And of course he constantly badgered you to hang out with him outside of class for a study date, where he promised he’d buy you food in turn for you teaching him, but you turned him down - always having something that busied you. He’d shrug it off though and laugh “another time maybe Y/N?”

Through all the questions he asked of you, a number of which were personal, he never answered himself. Not that he would shut himself off or anything he was just very good at deflecting the conversation. Of course in your eyes this just made him more alluring. The one thing he did love to talk about was the scare house and about the carnival and how when you came down he would love for you to visit him. His character was a white masked character in a red jumpsuit that eerily followed people around one of the rooms, and snuck up on them as opposed to jumping out on them, it was more a B side character, but he seemed content with the role. He’d often talk about how he loved to scare people and how the role was fun because it didn’t require that much theatrics, just stealth. You often pulled a face when he became so excitable about such a thing, but he ignored your discomfort and continued to ramble.

Eventually the general small talk and memes on messenger became deep conversations that lasted until the early hours of the morning. This was another huge turning point in your relationship, and perhaps cemented him from just being a petty crush to somebody you had fallen deeply for - he could hold deep conversations on the world and people and on you and your problems and simplify them in a way which only drew you to him more. He made you feel safe. 

“You’re seriously not talking to him are you?” Eve grimaced as you were all at your local coffee shop one weekend - you had tried to be subtle to replying to his texts but you had been busted. “He’s creepy as fuck. Cute, but creepy.”

“He’s a nice guy okay?” You shot back rather defensively.

“Hm nice guys don’t pick up broken pencils and slowly glue them together… or talk about how much they enjoy scaring people,” Josie said as you gave her a frustrated glare, regretting telling them about some of the conversations you two had, had.

“I think he’s just a bit socially awkward,” You replied as a new message shot up on your screen. You had just told him that you were bored in the coffee shop listening to your friends rant about their relationships and this was his reply-

Chan 10.51 am - Oh my god I’m literally here myself.

“Yes he’s very socially awkward and that means he’s clinging to you because he knows you’re a nice person and will put up with his bullshit.” Eve said in between sips of her drink

“He hasn’t done anything bad you guys are acting like as though he’s killed somebody.” You shot back exasperated as you darted round the coffee room trying to find him until you noticed in the back corner a man doing work on his laptop. Quickly you lowered your voice “Shit guys he’s here!”

“What the fuck do you means he’s here?” Eve said widening her eyes and glancing around the room as you just had. Until she spotted him. “Oh shit.”

“What do I do?” You asked trying to pull your chair further behind a column and out of his sight.

“You run.” Josie said as Eve nodded, pursing her lips together.

Chan 10.53am - Are you going to come and say hello then?

“Fuck he’s seen me I’ve got to go, you guys can go into town and I’ll catch up with you later.” You said grabbing your bags as you pulled the chair out of the table.

“And leave you alone with him? No chance in hell, we’re staying here.” Josie said, a defiant look in her eyes as Eve nodded. 

Flustered you did little to argue and walked over to Chan who got up and pulled the chair out for you, you didn’t have to see Eve and Josie to feel the full force of their cringe.

“So those are the boring friends,” Chan said nodding over to the conspiring duo across from you.

“Well they’re not boring, it’s just the conversation was, y’know, because I can’t relate,” you laughed awkwardly as Chan placed down his half empty cup and looked up at you, that intense look in his eyes again that you hadn’t seen since you first spoke to him. He looked more intimidating out of school, having shed his boyish presence for something that felt more serious. 

“Well let me go and get you another drink,” He said getting up despite your protests.

“Oh nononono it’s fine I have to get going,” You argued but he brushed you off and walked over to the counter anyway, completely ignoring the presence of your friends who rushed over to you.

“Y/N is that you staying here with him then?” Eve asked as she shared a concerned glance between her and Josie, and one of normality between yourself.

“I think so..” You replied watching the barista begin making your drink. “You shouldn’t stay though guys really.”

“We’re just worried about you Y/N, we just don’t want Chan to take advantage of you in any way,” Josie said flicking her dark hair over her shoulder.

“It’s fine guys really just go I’ll catch up later,” You said, and sensing that you would protest and really begin to argue with them if they tried to stay they both vowed to keep in touch with you, darting off before Chan brought a hearty mug of hot chocolate back for you.

He laughed as he noticed you eyeing up the squirted cream and the tiny marshmallows.

“What? I figured you’re too cute to be drinking coffee, and also who dosen’t like hot chocolate,” He said as you smiled and cupped the drink in your hands. “I get the feeling that your friends don’t like me.”

“What? Nooo.” You said, confused as to how he had been able to so easily infer such a thing. “Their just protective of me.”

“Let me guess, they think big bad Chan is going to steal you away and corrupt you,” he said, the tone of his voice sarcasm, but the look on his face notably irritable. 

“I’m not sure, I’m sure they’ll come round once they realise just how much of a cool person you are,” You said which lit up his face instantly into that smile as he shut his laptop lid and cupped his mug as well and leaned over, making the coffee shop setting seem more intimate all of a sudden.

“I can’t believe I got the Y/N to consider me as a cool person. My life has been made,” He teased back as you just shrugged, the smiles still clinging to both of your faces. “Well it’s nice to have finally dragged you out from school and the books.”

“I didn’t know you were so intent on hanging out with me,” You joked rolling your eyes.

“More than you know,” He said, letting his stare falter for a second as he looked past you momentarily. “Anyways I wanted to ask you something Y/N. Will you go with me to the monsters bash?”

“Yes I’d love to, but it’s not really like people go with each other, it’s not like a ball or anything like that if you get what I mean,” You said tripping over your words, trying to establish both for him and yourself the expectations - you weren’t a couple, it wasn’t a date. It hurt but you had to pinch yourself a few times around him, almost to remember it was a dream, and not real, you weren’t together, no matter how forward his advances were.

“Oh okay I see,” was all he said, as he showed no sign of annoyance or relief. The conversation continued to flicker between you to for what must have been a couple of hours until the sky began to darken, in such a way that is common in October. Towards the end of your coffee visit, just before you got a text from Josie and told him you had to leave he reached forward and touched your hand - still resting on the luke-warm mug.

“Y/N, we have to do this some other time, or something. I really like hanging out with you,”

“I like hanging out with you to.”

It was as if in that moment you had both admitted in code that you liked each other, although not far enough to confess, this filled him with a new form of confidence as he got up and hugged you before you left, telling you to take care on the walk home. He wanted to walk you back but had a family event which inhibited him from doing so. Even so, when you left he texted you, telling you to tell him to text when you’re home safe. All of the points made up by your friends disappeared into vapour. Bang Chan was perfect, he was so chivalric and such a gentleman from pulling your chair out to buying your drink to wanting you to get home safe.

Walking home you put your headphones in and found Chan in the lyrics, you found him in your reflection in the shop windows - having dusted your cheeks a glisten of pink, you found him in your pocket where your pencil still remained, but where you didn’t find him was a couple of metres behind you watching your every move, following you in his car from the bus station, to your friends meeting up with you, to the bus ride to finally your home. Delighted with the fact that he finally knew where you lived he grabbed his red notebook and scrawled the address down, as pages and pages were littered with facts about you from your favorite food to notes about your personality to even bullet points on your biggest fears, wedged in between the pages were the receipt he had just gotten from the café, a tissue you had dropped from your pocket, even your perfume which he had taken out of your bag and sprayed the pages with so that even from opening the book it embodied you. He smelled the scent and hugged the book close to him, as though for a split moment, it was you in his embrace, he still remembered the way you felt in his arms, small and weak, like a baby bird in the claws of a cat. Meanwhile the funnel of grey clouds slithered across the sky, drowning the moon out into obscurity. Time was running out . . .

So begins the first week of October and things were going great, you and Chan, had, had more outings together, they had just been usually study based or casually drinking coffee but tonight he had invited you out to a movie, and as typical of October - a horror movie. For some reason this felt way more like a date setting and so you were now fawning over your clothes trying to not be too casual… but also not too dressed up… but also not like you were making an effort… but also not like you were making too much of an effort. The only off putting thing was that throughout these outings you had been getting these phone calls every couple of days, nothing happened during them, but you could just hear somebody breathing for around a minute before they would put the phone down. This was incredibly creepy, and while you would have turned to Josie and Eve for help you had grown apart from them as you grew closer to Chan. They strongly disapproved of him and shut down any conversation with him in, this in turn made you feel like you couldn’t talk about your other problems, and so you turned to Chan. Who came up with the logical explanation that it’s October, and kids do fucked up pranks during this time of year. This logical explanation led you to ignoring the calls until they disappeared entirely, perhaps you should have reported it to the police but Chan was probably right, it would just be kids.

Finally you settled on an outfit that you felt comfortable in and waited on Chan’s text that he was here to pick you up. He should be only 15 minutes away. You sat on the end of your bed impatiently, adjusting this and that, twiddling with your fingers, and checking your phone every few seconds.

Meanwhile, Chan’s car hummed along the side roads leading up to your house, despite being only 5pm the sky had already bleakend, as all that illuminated the night were the soft orange hues of lamp-posts and that of Chan’s blinding headlights. Tonight was the night he thought to himself. Deep breaths. You liked him didn’t you? He knew that much from your body language, the way you’d tilt your neck towards him, the way you’d touch him without apprehension, your subtle flirting and the way you looked at him with dilated pupils - as though trying to swallow his reflection. . So why on earth was he so anxious? Oh well.. Tonight’s the night… tonight’s the night… all the while the little red book sat in the glovebox, well thumbed and beginning to tatter, the newest edition a log of all of the times he had called you and how long for, those breaths he may have brushed off as that of teenage delinquents, was actually that of a desperate man in longing. He wasn’t a psychopath.. n o! He couldn’t be!  He was a poet, a dreamer, a true gentlemen who wished to court rather than engage in society’s tinder culture where romance was merely a commodity. No , he smiled, tonight’s the night.

“You look great,” Chan beamed as you slammed the car door and sunk into the seat, your nerves and anxieties of the night instantly fading away once you were in his presence. 

“Thanks..” You said a small smile on your face as he started the car up again. The radio in the background played at an almost muted volume, to the point where it was hard to work out what it was. You strained forward trying to make out the words. Noticing this Chan turned the dial up ever so that you could make out your favorite musician playing.

“Wow I did not not know you were the type of guy to be into ___.”

“Yeah there’s a lot you’d be surprised at Y/N.” 

“Well tell me your favorite song then?! What did you think of their latest album, I like the transition in style but at the same time I’m not sure,” 

“I like their first album personally..”

“Oh my god I’ve never met somebody with an appreciation for that!”

“I know right?? It’s such an underrated record.”

Outside the first of the evening’s promised showers began, hitting the windshield at a furious pace, until your view became a  watercolour view of the town’s urban lights. Lost in the kaleidoscopic illumination the song drew to a close.

[jazzymarie1006]

The Lukaperion/Ryuugami Love Square scenes

@nerdasaurus1200 @bbwoulfc @auroralynne 

Characters: Luka Couffaine/Viperion, Kagami Tsurugi/Ryuuko, Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug, Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir, Juleka Couffaine/Tigress, Rose Lavillant/Princess Piggy & Ivan Bruel and Mylene Haprele (not mentioned by name).

Ships: Lukagami/Viperyuuko/Vipergami/Ryuuka. Minor mentions of JuleRose & Myvan.

Hope you all enjoy

The Photo Booth Scene (Lukagami)

Marinette decides to meet up with Adrien Luka and Kagami at the one day carnival. Adrien is unable to make it, so Luka with the help of Kagami decides to cheer Marinette up. The trio go on rides, eat some carnival food, play some games and win some prizes as well. Kagami trying to talk with Luka through the friendship app, but Marinette and Luka tell her it’s not necessary. To end their awesome day, Kagami agrees to go into the photo booth with Marinette then Luka. The photos with Marinette are all cute and fun smile. While the ones with Luka are extremely different. Kagami’s trying her hardest in each picture (bunny ears, arm around his neck, etc.). “Are these good friendship pictures?” Kagami asks Marinette and Luka. “They’re all amazing Kagami!” Marinette tells Kagami before the red self-driving car pulls up in front of the trio. Kagami hugs her two friends and decides to offer them rides home which they accept. Marinette looks over and see Luka and Kagami talking to each other. Marinette was the first to be dropped off and as she sees the car drive off with Luka and Kagami, she says “they’d be so cute together”. During the ride, Kagami then told Luka how she thought he was odd at first and apologized for thinking as such.

The Training Scene (Viperyuuko)

Chat Noir after hearing that Kagami can’t be Ryuuko decides to right this wrong. “Master, Ryuuko is one of the toughest fighters I know is there any way we can get her back in battle?” Chat pleaded with Master Fu. “I am sorry Chat Noir, it is too danger for her, Hawkmoth knows who she is, she can’t fight…” Ladybug told Chat Noir. “What if she isn’t fighting the Akuma?” Chat Noir asked Ladybug and Master Fu which caused them to get confused. Chat Noir convinces both Master Fu and Ladybug to let Ryuuko teach certain Miraculous Holders (Viperion, Tigress & Princess Piggy) how to apply certain new attacks to what they already know (Chat is watching the four). Princess Piggy & Tigress are a special duo so Ryuuko helps them so they will be able to fight apart if separated. Viperion was Ryuuko’s greatest challenge. It was really skilled with his ability, but was not much of a fighter (surprise surprise). “Your allies will need you to fight along them before you’ll need to save them, with the right attack plan… you won’t need to save them” Ryuuko says before helping Viperion up (after knocking him down a few times during training). “I’ll keep that in mind, Ryuu” Viperion says to the Dragon. “It’s Ryuuko! How would you feel if I called you Snakey or Danger Noodle?” Ryuuko says trying to prove a point (without looking too flustered). “I wouldn’t mind at all, Ryuu” Viperion says before walking away with Tigress and Princess Piggy. Chat Noir is giving Ryuuko thumbs with a grin on his face (he ships it). Through a certain loophole (stealth fighting), Ryuuko was able to join Viperion’s team with Tigress and Princess Piggy.

The Backup Scene (Vipergami)

There is an akuma going after Luka and Rose. Ladybug, Chat Noir & Princess Piggy show up on the scene and gets Luka and Kagami out of the line of fire. Ladybug was able to give Luka his Miraculous, be when it came time for Chat to give Kagami the dragon, the akuma separates them without knowing. Princess Piggy catches Chat Noir while Viperion catches Kagami. “You okay?” Viperion asked Kagami, but before she could answer, the akuma runs up behind them, but before the akuma could get any closer, Kagami grabs Viperion’s lyre and hits the villain with it. “You want Luka or Rose, you gonna have to go through me!” Kagami says to the Akuma before giving Viperion his lyre and picking up a bow and arrow she brought with her (watch Frozer again if you don’t get it) and runs at the akuma. “She’s tough” Viperion said while looking at Kagami (which didn’t go unnoticed by Princess Piggy) before they regrouped with Ladybug and Chat Noir. “Why didn’t you give it to her?!” Ladybug asked Chat Noir after she was told that Kagami was no wearing her Miraculous. Just when the akuma was about to strike Kagami (after getting that bow away from her), Chat saves her and gives her the Miraculous after hiding real quick. Kagami turns into the lightning dragon to blind the akuma in order for Ladybug to land the final blow. Viperion asks if Kagami is safe, Ryuuko then says “don’t worry Snakey, she is alright”. The akumatized victim turned out to be a huge fan of Kitty Section (mostly a fan of Luka and Rose) and just wanted to get a ticket to their concert. This fan ends up with not only a ticket, but a backstage pass as well. Rose realizes that Viperion has a crush on Kagami. “How will I tell Luka?” Rose thought to herself (she kinda shipped it though).

The Concert Scene (Ryuuka)

Kitty Section is getting ready for a fund raiser concert at the school. Luka had written songs that he plans on singing for the event. Kagami won’t be able to stay to hear Luka’s song due to Tomoe’s schedule, Adrien as Chat Noir decides to help his friend out. “Kagami can’t leave, but Ryuuko can!” Chat thought to himself.  Marinette even makes Kagami macaroons to share with Luka (she didn’t know Kagami as Ryuuko would show up instead of just Kagami). Luka sings his song which is called “Fiery Empress” (the lyrics describe both Kagami and Ryuuko equally). Ryuuko adores the song so much, it’s harder for her to just give him the macaroons and leave. After the concert, the band members and their dates go back stage and see her holding a box of macaroons.  “I did not think this through” Adrien thought to him while Marinette thought to herself, “Chat did not think this through”. Luka then walks up to the dragon themed heroine and she quickly gives him the macaroons. “Your song was nice… those are from that Tsurugi girl… she couldn’t make it… great job with the fund raiser!” Ryuuko said before turning into the air dragon and flying out the door. Adrien excuses himself to take her home and get the Miraculous back. Juleka’s all like “that’s who the song was about?!” In her mind. As much as Ryuuko adores Luka and his music, she can’t risk it. This won’t stop them from crossing paths from time to time.

Anymore of this Love Square you want to hear? Just let me know (the ask box is open).

[borisbubbles]

Eurovision 2010s: 10 & 09

10. Elina Born & Stig Rästa - “Goodbye to yesterday” Estonia 2015

The first time we heard “Goodbye to yesterday”, we all knew Estonia had struck gold. I will elaborate later on, but I don’t think I even need to? "Goodbye to yesterday” just has it. It’s a stroke of brilliance, a gripping story, an instant hit. It is in many ways too good for Eurovision.  Therefore I could also immediately tell Eurovision wouldn’t do "Goodbye to yesterday” the justice it deserves and lo and behold it did. I still can’t wrap my head around why the jurors snubbed it? IS THIS BECAUSE OF THE LINNETS it’s because of the Linnets isnt it. Sure, Stigelina provided an experience eerily similar to the Linnets, but also... one much better than that of the Linnets lol? How is “G2Y is a CATS clone” even an argument against Stigelina. They are so great they put the Linnets to SHAME.

You see, “Calm after the storm” did have amazingly well-crafted dramatic tension, but it also felt a bit aloof, a bit pedantic, a bit ‘I am smarter than you’, as all current Dutch entries are (see: the Waylon’s krumping, Duncan’s ‘vintage’ piano). “Goodbye to yesterday” doesn’t have a waft of artistic pretence clinging to it. On the contrary, it is refreshingly unpretentious, sticking to a intuitive approach to storytelling that creates organic, credible drama, which makes for much more likable end product.

From the moment Elina enters the dramatic cues ping-pong back and forth between her and Stig, and they pelt each other with sharp quotes that sting due to their realism. The story is that one giant misunderstanding after a night of passion and it’s just... heart-breaking, honestly. 

So heart-breaking in fact it moved Elina to tears.

I’m not sure what else one would want, honestly.  “Goodbye to yesterday” is timeless, gracious and so, so real. To be a part of my top ten, you need to able to freeze time, to silence the audience with epic storytelling or with great musical scores. Stigelina may be the least gripping of those still in the ranking, and that should tell you how much quality we still have ahead of us. 

Estonia are the best country in Eurovision. Period. They deliver EVERY year and never get the great results they deserve. They are criminally underappreciated by both the casuals and the jurors. It sincerely hope everyone comes to their senses. Estonia are wonderful and deserve nothing but love. 

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09. Zala Kralj & Gašper Šantl - “Sebi” Slovenia 2019

A little look

A little touch

You know the power of silence. 

A lot of people claim that “Sebi” was really boring and it just... triggers me? HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE THESE INDIE UNICORNS OF BOREDOM!!! "Sebi” is a pearl of introversion, so beautiful, so touching, so fucking RAW. The romantic tension between Zala and Gašper creates an intensity vortex that renders me silent and humbled every time. It is real, so so so real. 

The musical score is an oasis of tranquility which transports me to a place of no worries, no doubts, only dreams of love and happiness, The lyrics are graceful and moving. It’s the ultimate immersive experience. In other words, ZalaGasper delivered exactly what I wanted (and expected they would) pre-show, where I ranked them first with zero regrets. 🤭

So what has changed between then and now? 

Well, not much in terms of live performance.🤔 The live in Tel Aviv was an improvement over the EMA one, on all accounts (vocals, staging, camerawork, interaction, lights, sound quality), but my opinion of “Sebi” has remained stagnant for the past few months. The only reason they’re now my #2 for 2019 is because NOTHING’S HOLDING KATE DOWN, which is for another update.

However, what has changed is that I now have more insight on what Zala and Gašper are like ~as people~ and both have have proven that they’re kick-ass humans in their own individual right. 😍 🤗

Zala I think we can all agree is a highly relatable MOOD. Her off-stage muteness only adds to her mystique as she conveys so much meaning with merely her face and b-lang. 

GODper otoh, is the opposite, a hilariously blunt, socially-malajusted but well-meaning dork, who provided to two laugh-out-loud interview moments that I will now share: 

~Silencing Wiwi at the red carpet~

Gašper: “You look tired! 🙂 You should sleep more.” Wiwi: “what is your #1 tip to sleep better?” Gašper: “To have sex 😁”

Zala: “...” Wiwi: “...oh... yeah... it’ll try that :breaks off interview:”

-Clapping back at bad journalism at the press conference-

Hostess: “What half would you like to perform in?” GODper: “it’s exactly boring questions like that which make us want to go home. 🙂”

DEITY <3 He is right of course, it was boring AND stupid question (exhibit a: literally every other qualifier answered that exact same question with a variation of “dunno / don’t care”)

Of course this makes it seem as though ZalaGasper consider themselves ~above~ Eurovision, but they’re more like AWS than Salvador, tbh. They entered EMA to showcase their music and won it by accident. They never expected to do Eurovision, nor did they ever expect to qualify (omg epic interview moment #3: Gašper admitting to someone (Deban?) that he didn’t expect to qualify and therefore had to cancel all the sight-seeing trips he and Zala had booked during the finale week. <3333445567899). Yet, they were there, they had fun, they bonded with their fellow cast (Let me just mention the everpresent but never remarked on ZalaGasper/Serhat/Katerine bitch coven. Like the three would often gossip in the background as other people were getting interviewed lol <3) but always remained grounded and never put themselves ~above~ the contest. They were two delightfully down-to-earth people thrusted into a crazy camp carnival and all of this makes them very precious to me. 

[ashitomarisu]

Love Live! Sunshine: In-Depth on the Image Songs

A few days ago I managed to check out the nine solo image songs and wanted to further explain why each of these songs are ranked this way. 

(Note: My tier list went from SS (AKA GOD TIER) to C (Decent))

Starting off at the bottom tier, I decided on the only song that is decent, but fell short into making the B rank.

One More Sunshine Story

You know what is sad? I really wanted to like this song more, but the lyrical content kind of bored me. It’s straightforward, yet the arrangement has a more whimsical, carnival/broadway style. Maybe, I’m looking at this the wrong way. 

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Now, let’s go on to the B tier. One song is a definite and the other barely beat out Chika’s image song. Seriously, who could top Chika out of this rank?!

Surprisingly, my least favorite idol is one.

Beginner’s Sailing

I surrendered to Shuka Saito’s vocals. Actually, let’s talk about her vocals in this song, because I kept thinking I’m hearing Rie Hikisaka at certain times. Like, CURE YELL SINGING THIS?! No way!

Anyways, Beginner’s Sailing was pretty cool, having a similar vibe to (dare I say that one Precure song which I won’t). I actually like how this song really shows who You is. 

New Winding Road

I’m a Mari fanatic. So, why is her image song ranked so low?

The lyrics are pretty damn good, her vocals are great, so why isn’t it any higher?!

One word: ringAring

After hearing Aina Suzuki’s album, I just cannot get myself to consider this as good as how she sounds now. It’s so weird.

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Moving on to the A rank, things get real interesting.

Pianoforte Monologue

I LOVE THE LYRICS TO THIS SONG. It screams “Clear Eyes” but a bit better. I kept wondering “RIKAKO AND MINAKO DOING A DUET TOGETHER SOUNDS AMAZING”. In all seriousness, this is the best second year solo. Rikako really sounds peaceful and mature with the contemporary arrangement. I’m dying to hear more of her music.

RED GEM WINK / WHITE FIRST LOVE

I’m putting these two together because both barely missed the S rank. 

Red Gem Wink is such an innocent tune, yet sometimes I keep thinking Ruby is so much younger (when she isn’t). I feel like Furirin has grown so much since then, becoming a rising contender in the seiyuu industry. JUST LOOK AT HER IN PRECURE. I’M SO PROUD!! TwT

With WHITE FIRST LOVE, I have heard Arisha perform this live, but the initial recording is more stable to enjoy. The composition has a mysterious vibe, yet mature and vulnerable. 

Both of these songs are worth a listen.

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Two songs stand upon the S rank. They reign as the best of the best for different reasons. Who could they be?

In this unstable world

THIS. SONG. FUCKING. BOPS.

The lyrics are badass (and somewhat depressing), the arrangement sends my body into a trance, and Aikyan DELIVERS flawless vocals. Oh, and that belt...SO ICONIC.

Oyasuminasan

Hard to believe I’d bow to Kinchan, but this song is so pleasant and she seems to be having so much fun recording. That’s what I love; when a seiyuu or singer enjoys giving 120% to make a song worth replaying over and over again. Also, I’m a sucker for a certain genre of country music that leaves a sense of nostalgia and positivity. 

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Alas, we’ve come to the SS rank. 

This song, in all honesty, doesn’t deserve this ranking, but after one playthrough, I regret ever having no faith in it. The lyrics are so out of this world, so freaking nuts and the arrangement is like a Wild Mouse coaster ride that constantly changes between two signatures. 

NO. THE CHORUS AND HER VOCALS WERE ENOUGH TO BECOME A TIC. A TIC THAT WON’T GO AWAY. IT IS INFECTIOUS AND YOU’LL END UP SINGING ALONG BECAUSE IT’S SO DAMN CATCHY AND I SWEAR TO GO--

Sakana ka Nanda ka?

JUST HOW DO YOU BREAK ME?! This is a jazz arrangement with lyrics about FUCKING FISH. Suwawa broke me. The writer of this song broke me. THAT INTRO BROKE ME. EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS SONG BROKE ME AND NOW I CAN’T GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD.

I cannot believe I am saying this, but Kanan has the best image song. I don’t think anything can top that. Call me crazy, but you know what? DOLPHINS.

With that, I hope you enjoyed my thoughts on each of these solo image songs. I might try to do one for NijiGaku, but that’ll be in a while. I still need to get use to their dynamic. Until next time, here’s hoping senpai notices you! 

Stay tuned for more ridiculous content on my blog (and Twitter).

[okaybutlikeimagine]

Okay so this is most definitely very silly but i need to get this off my chest bc i’ve been thinking about this for like, 3 weeks now, so just bear with me here, alright??

So the song Let’s Hear It for the Boy TOTALLY sounds like Steve and Nancy singing about their respective boyfriends, Billy and Jonathan. every time i hear it i think of them. Like it’s basically a girl talking about how her boyfriend isn’t a lot of things but he definitely loves her and they “always have a real good time” 

And like, in case you don’t believe me here, can we just go through some of the lyrics for a sec???

My baby, he don't talk sweet

He ain't got much to say

K, great, Jonathan (and honestly even Billy, even though we know the boy likes to run his mouth as well, I think he would often go for being the strong and stoic type. esp w/ the kids so he can intimidate them and hopefully get them to back off)

And maybe he don't dress fine

But I don't really mind

Okay we all love Billy’s open shirts and double denim i’m SURE, and Jonathan’s lil emo-punk aesthetic is my actual favorite thing, but c’mon. in comparison to Steve’s stuff (probably from Lacoste or whatever + Nikes) and Nancy’s nice lil sweaters and skirts and whatevers, the other 2 boys do Not dress “Fine”. they dress like 2 angsty teen boys who don’t come from money but Guess What?? Nancy and Steve don’t mind!! they think their lil punk, grunge boys are the CUTEST, most comfy looking boys and it’s honestly so Hot to them so like?? Yeah, keep leaving your shirt unbuttoned, Billy

My baby may not be rich

He's watching every dime

But he loves me, loves me, loves me

We always have a real good time

HELLO. BOTH OF THEM. both Jonathan and Billy do NOT come from money whereas Steve and Nancy’s families are CLEARLY more well off. that’s just an oft talked about given here. and i can totally see both boys obviously wanting to spoil their boyfriend/girlfriend in their hearts but like, realisitcally???? obviously they can’t really do that. Nancy knows at this point to cherish each and every cent Jonathan spends on her bc she knows he could (and maybe should??) spend his money helping out his mom and getting stuff for Will. but when he buys her her favorite box of candy at the movies every now and then, her heart lights up. and Billy is always making sure Steve is the one paying for their dates, for the drive in and for the sodas and for the games at the carnival, but when he gets Steve that Tears for Fears album he’s been gushing over for his birthday, he kisses the daylights out of his boyfriend.

also i LOVE the lines after that too bc that’s so totally both of these couples. they’re all just horny lil teenagers who sneak around to have sex. I mean, cheap thrills, amiright? and i def think both couples would be so into that stuff (esp in a tiny town like Hawkins), like running through the woods or going out to the quarry to watch the sunset and listen to the radio or whatever

And maybe he sings off-key

But that's all right by me, yeah

Billy and Jonathan love music, yes. But imagine Billy and Jonathan singing?? and singing noticeably off key, even though their hearts are totally in it. now imagine Steve (played by actual musician Joe Keery) and Nancy having naturally lovely singing voices and it kind of bothers the hell out of Jonathan and Billy bc, as Billy would put it, their voices are “wasted on bubblegum pop trash”. Steve will just laugh in his face as he sings Footloose for the 3rd time in a row

and don’t forget all the lovey-dovey/sexual undertones of this song either!

But he loves me, loves me, loves me

I know that he loves me anyway

'Cause every time he pulls me near

I just wanna cheer

Maybe he's no Romeo

But he's my loving one-man show

But he loves me, loves me, loves me

We always have a real good time

‘Cause what he does, he does so well

Makes me wanna yell

Like??? My babes are horny teens who are so in love w/ each other it’s CRAZY and these lyrics are Actually Perfect for them. they love being close and they love all that physical affection nonsense.

and I just…. REALLY like to imagine all 4 of them hanging out together (just imagine that Steve has become super good friends w/ Nancy and Jonathan and has forced Billy to become friends w/ them too bc that shit is important to Soft Boi Steve) and Nancy + Steve fought for control of the radio and are listening to the Top Hits station while Billy and Jonathan kinda sulk on a bench bc yeah… no. they are NOT into pop but they’ll sit here and listen (bc it’s hot and not the time for fights)(doesn’t keep them from grumbling a bit)

And so Let’s Hear It for the Boy comes on and Nancy and Steve look at each other with evil little grins before they start singing/mouthing along to the lyrics and twirling each other around, hand in hand, in dance all the while pointing at their boyfriends who are just kinda sat there in awe + horror of their dorky partners. And on particular lines they’ll sweep the boys up and spin them around and make them all flustered (Jonathan blushing like crazy, Billy smacking Steve’s shoulder in protest) and on that whole “we always have a real good time” thing, Steve is dancin around w/ Billy and Billy takes the opportunity to grab Steve’s ass and pull him close and grind up on him a bit as he sways his hips into him and i just???? these 4 little dorks dancing around to such an upbeat and happy song??? Maybe in a little abandoned park as the sun is setting and the weather is still hot and Billy is wearing a slightly damp tank top and Jonathan’s hair is kinda sticking to his forehead w/ sweat and Nancy’s face is red from being in the sun and Steve’s hair is falling a bit but they’re all laughing and smiling and spinning each other around and hopping a little bit to the beat and Jonathan has his arms wrapped around Nancy gently as they sway and Billy won’t stop grabbing for Steve’s ass and it’s just NICE and SOFT and AUGH

kay that’s all. ♥ i’m done, buh bye.

[heathenrage]

Movie Review: Us

SPOILER ALERT - Look, if you haven't seen it, you fucking better. And, I suggest seeing it before reading my review.

Ok now, where to begin? So many layers. Let me first say that I don't pretend to fully "get" the movie, and certainly don't pretend i'll even touch the surface of what this movie meant or the expanse of themes incorporated, but here are my observations as concise as possible.

Obviously the cinematography was superb and calculating. From the offset, the development of the characters had to have hooked most of the audience as it did me.  A naive little girl with an alcoholic father who ignores her, and a permissive mother who allows them to be ignored set the scene for the child's innocence lost; cut to candy apple falling to the ground as she walks towards the Carnival forest to be lost in a hall of mirrors where she goes to find herself, and ... she does. From ominous storm clouds and lightning bolts rolling in as she gets ever closer to facing her evil opposite, to rain pouring down the moment she steps inside. Analogous to Eve biting the apple from the tree of knowledge and then going from paradise to pain.

The use of Michael Jackson shirt 'Thriller':

1. Michael always used dance as a metaphor for something else ( a lot of times fighting) in his videos.

2. Thriller the music video is about a girl being scared by zombies which is symbolic of the vices/ evil in others. Michael is trying to "thrill her more than any ghost would ever dare try" cut to groovy music with an awesome bass line where he proceeds to take her back to his house, as she imagines being trapped in his room only for him to jolt her to reality with his offer to take her "all the way home". We sigh with relief, he isn't a zombie! All is ok for the young lady's virtue, but as we sink into our complacency Michael turns back to the camera one last time with a hunger in his wolf eyes. Ow oooo, if you know what i'm sayin'.

3. In the case of the two opposite twins in the movie Us, who is the wolf? Which mother? Is this song about date rape? Is the little girl given the shirt as a foreshadowing of her impending date with her own wolf? Could the red jumpsuits mean little red riding hood is coming to kill the big bad wolf? Or is it a shout out to co-star's 'The hand maiden's tale'? (Also, a show/novel about the struggle between servitude, complacency, and pride.)

4. In ethnic cultures, through the trials and triumphs of time, dance has been a form of escapism, non verbal expression, a subversive act that can bring joy even in the darkest of times.

 Then there were rabbits and scissors:

1. The scissors for the untethering from servitude. She cuts the head off of the rabbit stuffed animal symbolize the untethering of herself as the evil twin's plaything.

2. As the 'Prevailer' decends down the stairs to the lab, a rabbit is seen escaping, as if saying that she was Alice falling back down to Wonderland where the Red Queen was waiting to chop off her head.

3. However, the "Unionizer" was herself like the rabbits, being tested on and kept locked up. This I feel was very analogous to how our society deems it acceptable to lock up animals to conduct research, and people to put them in jails.

4. There jumpsuits help us to see that they were the prisoners all across the country; living in smaller confined versions of the real world. People society has locked up and forgotten about, instead of placed in restorative justice centers to rehabilitate and integrate back into society.

5. The theme of Upper/Middle Class  vs . Working Poor/Imprisoned/Homeless

News reel "They came from the sewers."

"And I kept thinking, you could have taken me with you."

"... This is our summer home!" Hilarious line to splash in some comedic relief.

Which brings me to the use of comedy ... Tears rolling "nobody wants the boat dad" however, in the end the boat saved them time and again. "Thanks dad for buying the boat!" is something left unsaid but fully understood by the time the credits rolled. In the end having a family that could think for themselves, and make their own decisions helped the 'evil twin' to prevail. Though, I can honestly say that I didn't sleep that night, that movie had me laughing so many times. Luckily, I saw it late at night with a lot of people that were, like me, talking shit out loud to all the characters, and mooning over/chuckling at Winston Duke's spread eagle poses. This movie had the best of both worlds; thrills and chills.

              The use of the song "I got $5 on it":

1. Yes, the song is funny, well known, and well liked, but is there more here?

2. "The Prevailer" in the begining of the movie is in the car singing along with the entire family "I got five on it." Openly lying to her kids about the meaning of the song it is understood but accepted as joke; as if she was only saying that because that is what a good mom should say while she is really laughing at her children misbehaving."Mom I can see you laughing in the mirror."  A precedent of two faced nature is set as the family drives along to their second home.

            3. Let's go half on a sack lyrics could be a metaphor for the two clones going half on one body/soul. It could refer to the struggle of those going through addiction and having two sides of themselves trying to dominate the other as someone tries to get clean but relapses again.

In the end, after really reflecting on the movie, it makes me sad that our main character protagonist - antagonist or however you look at it - dies in the end. She is kidnapped and turned slave, only to rise up unionizing thousands of clones / guinea pigs, homeless, lab rats controlled by the government. These clone slaves had no rights all around America, and she with really only The Goonies, and  - i'm inferring here -  an approximately 3rd grade education brings them all together to seek freedom. The most beautiful revenge story, a little girl taken for granted by her biological family is abducted and forced to live imprisoned for 20+ years; yet though she probably had her wind pipe crushed by the evil twin, "the Prevailer", it acts as a catalyst for her to find her voice in a different way. Even more of a blow, a bitter irony is the original surface twin "the Unionizer" who is now imprisoned never gets the love that her family started pouring out from their guilt. After the abduction, she never gets to experience how her family started to invest in their daughter - except through dance. Dance to me is a ubiquitous expression of subversiveness, rebellion, revenge and passion; it is a tool of communication that evokes a plethora of emotions and intentions. It was used beautifully in this case.

But alas, revenge has its price and the price is the soul as seen in 'I Saw the Devil', "Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance", "Oldboy" and all your other favorite revenge films. I'd like to compare "the Unionizer" to a similar hero in another favorite revenge film of mine, Oldboy. Oh Dae-Su is a drunk, asshole shitty father and cheating husband who gets kidnapped and imprisoned for 15 years. During this time, confined to a single room by unknown captures, he teaches himself how to kick ass and prepare for the moment he can seek his form of justice. After being released randomly with no prior notice, he is hooked and entangled in figuring out who his capture is, and where he can find him. There were several points in time where he could have walked away, but his pride hammer on his intentions and resolve for revenge. And just like the "Unionizer" in the movie 'Us', Oh Dae-Su does end up getting his revenge in the end, but at a price. Spoiler alert: He literally cutting his pride/ his loose tongue that never stopped talking shit even after he was released (if you think about it) at the end to gain peace, "Unionizer" gaining her voice, losing her life, but succeeding arranging the greatest civil uprising at the cost of her own life finally had peace.

With a twist of fate, Alice goes to meet the Red Queen and the rest of the story is revealed. And just as in any great Michael Jackson music video, a war wages through the waltz that the evil opposites begin as a means to an end. However, not only does the battle resume with the characters on the screen, but also within our audience. Who should we really be rooting for? Should justice be served and what is the truth behind that justice; millions of peoples blood spilt, both guilty and innocent alike. For even when you don't commit the act of genocide, when you don't speak up and stop it, the blood is still on your hands. This movie really points out that we as people do not realize the hypocrisy within ourselves when turning a blind eye. We are all tethered together by the bonds of our humanity, and we cannot continue to ignore the white lies we tell ourselves about the inequalities in our society.

[thorn-ffxiv]

.|a fire, part I

She was a vision.

Theodosia was donned in dancer’s garb the color of a deep red merlot, filmy and see-through in strategic layers. Gold chains and what appeared to be coins hung around her waist and from the lower half of the cloth covering her chest. She dazzled, a broad smile on her lips as she moved her curvaceous figure as fluidly as water. Her hips sway and lift from side to side, her belly back and forth as her hands and arms move in time with her, the bangles around her wrists clinking together, though you couldn’t hear it over the music. 

The rhythm started slow, achingly so, and she watched the crowd through golden eyes lined in black. Her dark brown hair was long, reaching her waist in a mass of wild curls, yarn wrapped around different strands to add subtle hints of red, of blue, purple, gold. She flipped it and then straightened up with a wink before turning as she shook her hips, lifting her hair again to reveal the full movements of her body. A shake of tambourine seems to be her queue to face the audience again and she does, exactly on time, a sly grin on painted lips. As the music picked up in pace, so too did the dancer. It was like magic, the way the crowd of the carnival had fixated on her. 

Though he was not the only gentleman transfixed on her, it was an Ishgardian nobleman that found himself closest to the stage to watch, sipping slowly on a pint of ale he’d bought at a stall. Earlier in the day, he’d seen all the sideshow had to offer; a bearded woman, a fortune teller, triplets that were born conjoined that could jump rope, a strong man that could lift two fully grown Roegadyn men on either arm, a woman with so many piercings in her face that it was nearly impossible to tell if she had skin there at all, a little boy whose legs were fused together, giving the impression of a mermaid’s tail. The gils on the side of his neck were prosthetic, but looking too closely at that would give away the illusion they were going for. He was kept in a large tank filled with water and given treats by onlookers. A wild coeurl was tamed in a tent by a man with nothing more than a whip and small stool. Merchants peddling their wares and food called out from stalls lining the fair grounds. 

The air smelled heavily of smoke and food and incense, of sweaty bodies. Even still, Gaspard knew why he’d come. It had been Theodosia in the poster he’d seen, painted with one of her sly smiles and her wild curls and hips, beckoning all who walked by to attend the Carver Family Sideshow in the heart of the Twelveswood. For all of the oddities he’d seen, nothing compared to the heart thief dancing upon a heavy oak stage, accompanied by a band of men playing her music towards the side. 

Theodosia slid a scarf from her hips and crouched to wrap it around Gaspard’s neck, smiling at him as she slid a finger beneath his chin and reclaimed her scarf again, light footsteps bringing her back to center stage. The young woman, with glitter on her face, had smelled of lilacs and amber. She was exotic to a man who had known only the pale, stony faces of Ishgardian noblewomen; delicate roses, the lot of them, with the thorns to match. But Theodosia was a wildflower, never to thrive in a carefully planted garden. She was not just a spark; she was an all-consuming fire threatening to burn him alive beneath his collar underneath that warm, starry summer’s night. 

When the carnival ended for the night, there was still a touch of wildness about it, about the laughter and voices and music carrying over the air long after the attendees had departed. Gaspard had spied their caravans and tents not far from the fairgrounds and followed the group back as they shook their tambourines and danced like fae creatures down a forest path. Theodosia was among the dancing girls, giggling and twirling and speaking in loud voices, but with words he couldn’t quite understand. 

In truth, his ulterior motive to meet Theodosia lead him into uncomfortable territory. He was unfamiliar with the Shroud, and the deeper they got, the stranger the legendary forest felt. It felt like eyes peeked out from beneath greenery at times. It sent a tingle up his spine, to feel as though he was such an outsider that he was being watched. The deeper they got, he began to wonder if they really were a troupe of fae, disappearing into the forest and accidentally bringing him along with them into a realm he was not to tread. 

Before it got to that point, though, they reached their campsite. By good fortune, Theodosia waved the other girls ahead to stray off towards a creek right on the other side of the path, and Gaspard continued to follow. It didn’t enter his mind even once that this was strange behavior, to follow a complete stranger - and a rather young woman, at that - to a secluded place. He just knew that he wanted to be nearer to her, to hear her voice and catch her scent and to see the way her golden eyes sparkled like the sun when he got close. And when he did get close enough to see her again, she was bending over the water, catching it in her hands and closing her eyes as she spread it over her face.

“Excuse me--” he started, and she jumped, whipping around with her eyes wide. The man held his hands up with an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you. I just seem to have gotten a bit turned around,” Gaspard said. Theodosia narrowed her eyes at him. He had to be in his late forties, maybe his early fifties, but he was attractive; a tall, stately Elezen man, donned in clothes he probably thought looked humble but were, in reality, worth more than she’d made in the past month. His skin was pale like snow, and his hair like salt and pepper, neatly kept and combed. 

“The forest does that to the unsuspecting,” Theodosia responded after slowly straightening back up from her crouched position on the ground. “Were you not paying attention to the path you took, sir?”

“I was -- but it seems that it only lead to you,” he replied with a smile, revealing a full set of gleaming white teeth. The girl raised her eyebrows and smirked with a shake of her head. 

“That’s a good line to use, if you’re one to use a line,” she said. She extended a small hand out to the stranger. “My name is Theodosia Finney.” 

“Gaspard,” he said in turn, stepping closely to take the offered hand and lift it to his lips, kissing the back of it as he looked up at her from his position bent at the waist. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Theodosia. I saw you, earlier, during your performance. It was... incredible.”

“Ah.” There was a touch of suspicion in her tone, but he couldn’t let her stop talking. Her voice was so sweet, so lyrical. He felt like he was getting drunk just on her presence. “I remember you, sir -- the gentleman who I let borrow my scarf for a moment.” 

“And how very kind of you it was, Theodosia.” Theodosia. Theodosia. Theodosia. Even her name sounded like a song. From a distance, he could still hear the music and the laughter that seemed to surround her people-- and there was the heady scent of cooking spices, too, ones he’d only smelled when the chefs back home and at parties were instructed to go for something spicier, more exotic. The girl seemed to notice the turn of his head, and half-smiled.

“You must be tired. You’re not from around here,” she said. It wasn’t a question. “Come -- you can share some dinner with us. We have enough to go around tonight. You won’t find a better cook than my mother in all the world.”

“A bold claim, but I don’t take you to be one to lie,” Gaspard said with a grin. “I’d be happy to join you, Theodosia. Thank you. I’ll admit that my stomach is rumbling. To break bread with a girl as beautiful as you certainly must be a blessing from the gods themselves.” 

He kissed her hand again, and their eyes met again. Theodosia knew from the time he’d first looked at her back at the fairgrounds that he wanted her. She knew that look in men’s eyes. Few of them were good at hiding it. His words might have been considered sugary were it not for the tone he used, honest and earnest but sultry. His accent betrayed his Ishgardian descent. Handsome and charming and polite, eager to meet her family and break bread with them - strange. She’d taken wealthy lovers a couple of times before, and they’d no interest in anyone she was related to, no interest to see how she lived. Maybe the man was just a flirt with a genuinely empty stomach. 

“You’re quite the flatterer,” Theodosia teased, reclaiming her hand. “Come along, then. We’ll not let you starve.”

“I’ve heard that if you eat with the fae, then they have some hold over you,” Gaspard said as he followed the girl away from the creek and back towards the camp. “Is that your grand plan?”

“Hm? Oh, no. You were mine since you gave me your name,” she said with a smile over her shoulder, golden eyes dancing with mirth. “Never tell a fae your real name, Gaspard.”

He fancied himself rather in love, then and there-- to hells with the nagging wife and newborn child he had back in Ishgard. He’d have followed Theodosia to the ends of the earth if it meant she’d smile at him like that again. And the poor girl, unsuspecting, unaware of a ring he never wore, unaware that he had claimed his trip to be one of business rather than pleasure when he departed from his manor and from his little family. 

There’d be no winners at the end of this game.