thinking about Lovejoy describing themselves in three words as 'Aromantic British Noises'
thinking about Lovejoy describing themselves in three words as 'Aromantic British Noises'
thinking about how the idea of aromanticism isn't nearly as widespread as it is on Tumblr/various other corners of the internet
thinking about how most people would probably assume the use of Aromantic as a descriptor would imply a lack of any kind of love or romance or close interpersonal relationships in their music which is INHERENTLY NOT TRUE
thinking about Lovejoy choosing Aromantic specifically, confident enough in understanding the actual concept/culture of aromanticism to describe their entire band
thinking about the potential for there to be someone(s) in Lovejoy who is either on the Aromantic spectrum or has considered it as a possibility and has researched it to understand it (and maybe themselves) better
thinking about hard about Lovejoys songs and realising that despite a few having vaguely romantic or implied romantic connotations, you could absolutely do an aro-spec reading of their whole discography
thinking about Lovejoy becoming part of Aro Culture in my heart
thinking about being aro-spec myself, and how id consider the term 'lovejoy' to still very much be my vibe despite that.
thinking about self described Aromantic British Noises, Lovejoy.
sure i find you in my hair and under my pillow and in the car. but i know in my heart you are picking me out of your teeth. i know i am burning through your sundays, sticking to your ceiling.
i hope i'm in every bitter cup of coffee and every candle wick and every bath. i hope my shadow flickers under your door so the empty hallway i have left behind is a swift dart of nothing more. i hope you find me in notebooks and stop signs and fleetwood mac - like i am marginalia on your life, i want my fingerprints burned into your days like acid.
i loved you, and you know i loved you, and for the rest of your life i will be the person you broke. for the rest of your life i hope the shame of that runs like a cattle dog, bites at your heels. i hope every time your cup is full or the moon is a toenail or a cat is purring or a laugh is in your belly or the sky turns pink while the sun is setting - i hope you remember that someone loved you, and you crushed them in your palms. you extinguished every future i lit. i hope that haunts you.
you ask yuuta if he wants a bite of your food and when he says yes you offer your plate to him, but he’s just sat there looking at you with his dumb big bambi boy eyes and his mouth slightly open and he will not look away or blink or close his mouth until you lift your fork to his lips to feed him and then he grins like shit’s sweet and hums about how good the food is like nothing happened like he’s not ridiculously attractive. gonna chew on steel
Sakusa just looks like he falls asleep with his big ass hand on ur tit. It’s not even sexual at this point he just does it cause he can. As soon as he scoots in behind you to get himself comfortable the first thing he does is slide his hand up ur shirt and grabs a handful before belting himself to your back and clocking out a second later. And it’s not even limited to the bedroom, sometimes he’ll just be on the phone and see you standing in the kitchen making a snack and you’ll just feel the bottom of your shirt lift a little before his fingers are dipping under the cup of ur bra. The guy isn’t even necessarily a tit man, he just does it because you’re his
i need you all to know that this is one of my favourite cut scenes from Batman: Arkham Knight—
The entrance. The laugh. The slight inflictions in his tone even through the distorted voice. His body language. The way he speaks about where to aim their shots. The absolute certainty in every word. The way he talks about where to hit Batman whilst he's stood there right in front of him.
And of course. My most favourite bit. The ACE chemicals worker saying "Please." and the Knight just tipping his head in near disinterest to address the plea with, "You say something?". The sheer mock in his voice, the condescending lilt undercutting everything he says.
You know what, i did say something. It's please please please can you talk to me like that? Can i pat you on the head. And can i help topple your enemies and can i suck you off??? And-