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[constellian]

hiiii!! um. this isnt casette but 1 of exe's altrs! srry 2 disappoint ne1 who has followd exe's blog recently... they hav not been the most active membr of the system despite beign host as of l8!

casette shld b back eventually. sh* is nevr gone 4 long!!

i can take any ?s u all have while we w8. i do my own edits n stuff but idek nething abt gendr or orientation... rly i can jst take h*r place 4 a bit!

[justthewayitgoes]

Sorry for posting on main so much today but it’s really funny how the Coheed SSTB vinyl rerelease went SO badly that EVR seems to be opting for 48-hour open preorders now instead of announcing super-limited high-demand drops shortly beforehand

[carolmunson]

you keep me without chains | em.

this is a re-post of a ramble fic of me processing some stuff i've been through and am struggling with in my own healing. if you're familiar with my 'bad at feelings' series, it's in a similar vein of writing except eddie is incredibly soft and sweet to reader who is going through her own stuff. eddie sucks here, i don't think it's a correct characterization of him but it's just me using him as a placeholder.

originally, i didn't want to put this story in the tags because it's sad and explores the mindset of someone in a non-physically abusive relationship. however, since it is DV awareness month, i wanted to make sure to express that if there are people reading this who are struggling that they aren't alone and there are people there that understand and support them. and also that if there are younger readers reading (still eighteen plus!) who aren't sure if they are in an abusive relationship they are maybe able to get some context via fiction. my inbox is always open. DV Hotline US: 800-799-7233 DV Hotline UK: 0808 2000 247 tw: 18+ mindors dni, references to emotional and psychological abuse, minor threats of physical violence.

he left this morning with a kiss on your cheek and your lips, a nuzzle against your temple when you gave him two thermos's, one with hot black coffee and the other with the beef stew you made last night. hot hot hot. the way he likes it.

you made bread, so crisp on the outside, pillowy soft on the inside. he groaned when he popped it in his mouth at the dinner table, soaked in broth and butter. you warmed some in the oven when you put his lunch together, wrapping it in foil to trap the heat -- maybe it'll keep until his lunch hour. he might eat it all before his lunch hour. he never eats breakfast really.

you clean the counters and do the laundry while he's away. no kids to take care of, not yet at least. you mend his spare coveralls, treating the grease and oils stains, resewing his name tag stiched in red thread. you shine your mary janes and stilettos, shine his doc's just to be nice. you fix his patches on his vest from the last show he went to. you clean the stubble out of the sink in the bathroom.

he has the car so there's nowhere to go.

you shower, you do your hair, put make up on, go through the motions while he's not home. he hates to wait for you to do it but you hate looking tired when you're out and about. better to do it when he's busy doing something else.

next door neighbor is heading to the library, knocks on your door to see if you wanna come with. she just wants you to get out of the house for once, stop playing wife to a man who hasn't married you yet.

you hesistate, wanting to be home in time to make dinner, but you can't imagine the library taking too long so you go. she looks at you with a strained pity that you can't stand. he doesn't hit you, so why does she even look at you like that? he'd never do that. he just got back from all that shit with a few screws loose. he never knows what he means when he says it.

he's always sorry. y'know? he's always sorry. sorta.

doesn't hit you but you know how the day will go by the way he says good morning. by the way he wakes up with you -- or without you. know how the night will go by the way he breathes when he comes in through the storm door. by the cadence of his steps on the metal stairs. by the way the van pulls in.

sometimes things break and that's fine cause he just replaces them. he knows he shouldn't have thrown it, he knows he shouldn't have tossed it, he knows. he knows. that's why he gets it the very next day. new plates, new house phone, new coffee pot, new records, new casettes, new picture frames, new flower pots. he doesn't throw them at you. he's only punched the wall twice. he slams his head against it all the time. cause he knows he's not good. he knows. you go to the library and check out some books, laugh at your neighbors jokes, tell her about your weekend in the city visiting his friends. he held your hand in front of everyone and pulled you onto his lap, he joked with you and you laughed the whole time. you went to see a band play that you'd never heard of and he got you a t-shirt and the next morning you all went out for hot chocolate and breakfast and he kissed the whipped cream off your lips and ran his thumb over your engagement ring over and over. he never stopped calling you baby. so charming. so perfect. you don't know what you did to earn it, but you've been chasing it ever since. modeling that week's behavior into this one. tip toes through the tulips of the trailer. jagged. shell like.

you get home from the library and lunch, she even stops with you when you mention you have to go to the grocery store. out of eggs for meatloaf, needed some canned string beans for one of the sides.

it's the best dinner you've made in a while and the mashed potatoes are double whipped and extra buttery because he can never get enough of them. you know that it's little things like that. you love the smile he gets when you tell him you do some things just for him, so blushy and boyish.

'that's so nice, baby,' he gushes, 'thinkin'a me.' and god he gushes. cries when he can't contain it. saw you in a new dress and wiped his eyes. new hair cut sent him into orbit.

so pretty.

you're so beautiful, i don't deserve you.

you're gorgeous i -- i can't even like, think.

presents on your birthday. handwritten notes with tear drops washing over the ink in a wave, blurry letters blue and black, black and blue. he'd never hit you. too in love. too bursting with affection when he looks at you. too nervous when you look at him when he takes you out. when he plays a show. when he sees you get dressed into your pjs at night. you're so good to me. especially when you hold him through those nightmares. when you calm his anxiety, those deep breath panic attacks. the ones that the meds miss when he misses them. you're patient through the mood swings and he always says thank you. he always says it -- you're the only one that understands him. that sees him. sometimes you don't get it. that's what he says at least. you don't get it and that makes him upset. but you're not sure what there is to get. and you try not to get sad about it -- 'bout anything really 'cause you're not the one who got a few screws knocked loose. nothing bad like that happened to you. i mean, sure, maybe some bad things happened to you but not like the way bad things happened to him, right? you wouldn't get it. but he gets you, he tells you all the time. he gets you so well. symbiotic. the only person who knows you, the only person whose been in your skin -- right? at least that's what he says, and he's said it so long you can't help but believe it.

your eyes fall on the newly vased roses he bought you two days ago from the florist near the shop. bright red petals opened and fat, contrasting against the pea green of the walls. you smile at them while you pour gravy over each plate, extra on his mashed potatoes. he kissed you this morning, he was almost late leaving the house -- couldn't stop kissing you. couldn't stop looking at you with those brown eyes, sparkling with a mischief saved for tonight.

the van rolls in as you set the table, still in your outfit from earlier, the books you checked out on the counter need the flowers. the storm door opens off kilter, your throat constricts. you know by the way he doesn't say anything when he comes in the house. work boots kicked off with loud thumps. his jacket swishing with a thwap when he throws it with a grunt to the ground. something bad must've happened at work. 'hey honey,' you say quietly, 'got dinner for you.'

you know better, watching him turn the corner into the dinette, looking down at you from where he stands and you sit. you hold a mug full of orange juice on the table, fingers tapping on it silently while he holds his gaze. 'you goin' somewhere, dressed up like that?' he asks, there's nothing behind those sparkling eyes now. dulled out to hollow brown.

'no,' you shrug, you know how to coreograph your responses now -- still stepping on his toes sometimes, 'went to the library with gina, she just wanted a friend for some errands.'

'you know gina doesn't like me,' he nods, walking to the fridge to grab a beer, 'she doesn't like us together. she hates me.'

'she doesn't hate you, ed,' you assure, voice still calm, mediating, 'no one hates you.'

'your folks hate me, your sister hates me,' he nods, curls bouncing while he takes a swig, like it's normal conversation. so steady, 'you think they like that i got you ever here in this trailer park?'

'my parents don't ha--'

'they do.' and that's final. you don't argue. and he's right. your parents don't like him and that's why you don't call anymore, and they stopped calling you too. so did all your friends from back home.

'so what'd gina tell you about me today, then?' he presses.

'nothin'," you shrug, 'we didn't talk about you.'

'of course not,' he laughs but it's one that sends a chill under your skin, a laugh to not seem so mean when you know he's about to be, 'she was prob'ly tryna set you up with someone. that's why you got all dressed up right? anything to look good for other guys out there.'

's'cuse me?' 'you heard me,' he nods, voice still steady like nothing's wrong, 'that's why you wore all those tight jeans in the city last weekend, right? those dresses? tryna show off to harrington and the guys. don't act like i didn't notice.'

'what are you talking about? why didn't you say anything when we were there?' you heart rate quickens, you try not to get mad.

'i shouldn't have to. but that's how you are, y'know?' he shrugs, another swig, another chuckle, 'makin' dinner and everything, you must've been out there makin' eyes at everyone if you made my favorite.'

'i wasn't doing that,' you urge, voice raising, tears threatening to pool, 'i just made it cause you like it, cause it makes you happy.'

'so you just do anything to make sure i don't get mad? do you even know why you do stuff like this for me?' he asks.

'what are you even saying?' your voice raises again, a mild yell. you're frazzled now, heart racing, head already scrambled.

'don't yell, what're you -- fuck babe, see! this is why gina doesn't like me,' he grits through his teeth, 'cause you're always making a scene over nothing. you're over fuckin' reacting.'

'i --' your voice catches in your throat, quieting, 'i'm sorry? i'm sorry.'

'd'you even know what you're sorry for?' he nearly sneers, 'always sayin' your sorry over nothing. y'know somethin' babe, sorry loses it's meaning when you're sayin' it all the time. it doesn't mean anything from you anymore.'

you nod, losing your resilience, too confused about how quickly you got here -- and he's right. you're always apologizing but half the time you don't even know what you're apologizing for. just that you feel like you need to be sorry. like you need to say sorry.

he holds that stare on you like he's waiting for you to speak again. daring you to say something. you stare down at the wood grain of the table, blank and empty -- numb, even. the mug between your hands is warm from how hard you were gripping the ceramic to keep you grounded.

's'what i thought,' he nods, voice a low rumble while he makes his way to the bathroom.

he'd never hit you.

the slam of the bathroom door makes you flinch.

sometimes you wish he would. maybe it would hurt less than this. at least that physical pain fades, right? at least it wasn't the same dull ache on a bruise that won't go away. are you hemmorhaging? do you just not feel it yet? will it be too late when you do?

he slides into bed with you at night after spending the rest of the evening out back with the other couples and families that were smoking ribs, having a little fire out in the brush. he smells like cigarettes. you could hear his grizzly laugh through the windows while you laid in the dark of your bedroom. too tired after the way he spoke to you to do anything else. everyone's favorite mechanic loverboy in the park.

you feel his fingertips on your shoulder, one of them gliding down the slope of your arm. he presses his lips to your shoulder blade, your eyes shut -- blearing with tears from that dull ache.

'dinner was really good, baby,' he says softly, a whisper.

you try to get out a thank you but it becomes a choke, a sniffle, a gasp. then a cry and then a harder one, remembering how he rolled his eyes at you two weeks ago when you cried after he threw out the love letter you wrote him for your four year anniversary because 'you didn't mean any of that shit anyway'.

he sits up, shushing you softly while his hand smooths over your bicep.

'what is it, sweetheart?' he asks, 'are you mad at me?'

you shake your head no. looking up at him, lying flat on your back. he looks so handsome in the moonlight, concerned eyes and tilted head peering down at you. 'n-no, ed. m'not mad at y-you,' you push out, head still scrambled. you feel guilty about last weekend, about going out today. what if guys really were looking? you know you weren't looking at them but what if they got the wrong idea? gina doesn't know what she's talking about, she's always hated ed. ever since they were kids.

'you just havin' one of your moments?' he asks, soothing voice, 'yeah?' one of your moments. always just one of your moments. couldn't be him, you're just -- maybe you're over thinking it.

'yeah,' you nod, 'm'sorry i went out with gina, baby i -- she didn't say anything bad about you.'

'it's okay,' he smiles, 'm'not mad at you. never mad at my girl.'

'no?' you ask, swallowing hard -- your heart leaps. he's not mad. maybe he just had a rough day.

'no doll, m'never mad at you. you always think i'm mad at you,' he says, thumb brushing away the tears that threatened to roll down the sides of your face to your hair line, 'you need me to kiss it better?'

another sob rips through you, nodding, because you do. you need it. and you sort of hate that you need it. you hate yourself for needing it. but he kisses you and it does feel better. he knows how to kiss you just right, he always has. he knows just where to put his hands. just how to pull away and brush his nose against yours. how to kiss your forehead between affirmations. smooth and understanding, like a movie scene. his kisses are his apologies. his sorry. you accept it every time.

because he doesn't hit you and he never would. in the morning, when the bathroom door slams so hard the walls vibrate, you flinch.

[isbergillustration]

Making a new pinned post:

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[justmenoworries]

Okay, I'm about to say something very controversial.

I think the Terrans and the Maltos are kind of the weakest part of EarthSpark.

"What? But they're the main characters!"

Yeah, I know. That's the problem.

The main characters are this group of children who are, for the most part, not in the loop when it comes to the show's more interesting conflicts.

The Transformers fitting in on Earth, post-war tensions between Decepticons and Autobots, G.H.O.S.T. being corrupt, parts of humanity being suspicious of and/or downright hostile toward Cybertronians- all of those are things the Maltos are either only tangentially related to or stumble across accidentally.

And that makes sense!

The Terrans and the Maltos are literally children, they shouldn't have to deal with all of that. And the way the show makes clear how brutally the realities of war hit them once shit starts going down is absolutely heartbreaking and well-written.

Still, I can't help but find their story-arcs... kinda boring and repetitive.

Now, I'm aware EarthSpark wasn't really made for people my age. It was made for young children, kids who are just starting to become Transformers-fans and need or might need an introduction to this universe and its characters.

And its message about the power of love and family is a really important one to tell.

But part of me can't help but feel that the Transformers stuff kind of ends up falling by the wayside.

When I think of episodes I enjoyed, the ones that come to mind are always those where the Maltos either interact with Cybertronian characters or ones where the Maltos completely take a backseat, leaving the plot room to focus on the Cybertronians and their troubles ("Decoy", "House Rules", "Missed Connections", "Warzone").

While the episodes that focus more to entirely on the Terrans were often the ones I was least interested in ("Moo-ving In", "Friends and Family", "Bear Necessities"). That's not to say any of these episodes are bad, but like I said, they weren't particularly interesting.

At times it feels like the show itself is aware that the Maltos don't really contribute much and flips a switch to artificially boost their importance. Like in the finale where all the Cybertronians (and Terrans) just so happen to get incapacitated so that Mo and Robbie can save the day with their magical healing sleeves.

There is this constant tug-of-war between a heartwarming slice of life cartoon about family, coming-of-age and love and a dark space opera epos about the consequences and casualties of war, racism and genocide. And when these two clash it often doesn't work.

We'll spend one moment talking about how Megatron used to brutalize his troops and the next doing a comedic sequence where Bumblebee falls off his hay-chair and does a funny exclamation. One moment we're examining the unjust detainment of one faction while the other walks free, and then suddenly it's "Look! The funny mini-casette-bots are making craaazy mischief!"

We get hints that there's something more going on, we get hints that some characters deal with heavy stuff, but if those characters aren't the Terrans or the Malto kids or in any way related to them, hints is all we ever get until everything comes bursting out at once.

Just to make this clear, I am not saying that EarthSpark is a bad show overall or that I hate the show. But no piece of media is perfect and the reason I'm criticizing EarthSpark isn't because I want it to go down, it's because I want it to do better.

Back to the Maltos: If they were interesting enough characters, I wouldn't mind them being the protagonists at all. They have potential, I'll admit to that.

But once you get past the novelty of Transformers born on Earth and being bonded with humans, there's just not much to them.

They're not very deep as characters go and their personalities aren't strong enough to carry them just as they are. They're your standard bickering but loving kid siblings.

It doesn't help that they're not really allowed to be anything but a family unit, to the point of being quite literally a hive mind.

And yes, the show wants to send a message about being open with your emotions and family bonds. But after the umpteenth time a Malto-character started a monologue about how much they love their family and how much their family makes them strong and how they're confident they can get through anything with their family I was like

I hope they develop these characters further in season 2. I want to like them, but right now it's really not easy for me.

Those are just my two cents, feel free to give your own.

[llittletingoddess]

POV #1: James Hetfield watches you doing a private dance for him

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!1991 James

Plot: It supposed to be just one of the nights you've spent with him, but James had another plans..

P.S. I'm so nervous to post it so show some love if you'll like it. Also English isn't my first language but I'm trying my best to avoid mistakes! <3

Also based on our crazy rp with @vintagemoss so kudos to you honey <3

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He told you about having "something special" tonight and you didn't have a clue what could this man possibly want you to do. James followed you to the room with a mysterious grin on his face, rating your body from behind. That thin red dress looked good on you, but he knew for sure that you're looking much better without it. He was in a good mood after a great night in bar with his friends. You spent your evening sitting on James' lap and slowly teasing him, knowing that you're both won't fall asleep without a good sex before it.

He opened the door, letting you into the darkness of his room. Cold air contrasted with your red cheeks, making you shiver. James closed the door and you bit your lip in excitement of what he's gonna do to you tonight. You knew that James loved experiments that made you both feel good and you was filled with butterflies every time he said about "going different".

James took your hand, leading you to the bedroom, not saying a word. You was used to his silence mostly, so staying quiet was the best option right now. He kissed you shortly and sat on the bed, watching you, checking your every curve from the bottom to the top. "Dance for me", he said shortly, stopping his eyes on yours. You could tell he was passionate about it. James watched a lot of women stripping for him, but now his interest was focused on you, and that was the only time you was sorry about it.

"Dance?", you asked with a confusion, not sure what exactly he wanted. "Dance", he nodded, slowly getting unpatient. "Take off that pretty dress for me, show me how sexy you are", he grinned, wiping his hands on his lap. "Start", he said, almost burning you with his eyes. But how? You was a bad dancer! You may show him some basic dance moves, but how would you do it without music?

James seemed to understood your confusion and quickly turned on some slow melody on the casette player that was in the number, watching you with interest. You knew how high James' standarts were, so it was hard to disappoint him. Well, at least you should give it a try. But before you even made a move, James appeared behind you, being pretty annoying by your pause.

"C'mon!", he said, taking your hands and sliding them onto your body. You was surprised. James rarely helped you with something as small as this, but here he was, helping you to get the vibe. While you slowly repeated moves he showed, James' hands slided to your hips, slightly moving them. He saw a lot of dances, and he was surprisingly good at it. Maybe you should ask him to strip for you as well? "You know you're hot baby.. now show me how much", he murmured, leaving a short kiss on your neck and came back on the bed, watching you.

With a little help from James, you slowly started getting into it. You felt the music, slowly following its rhythm. You started your dance with your hips moves, accompanied by your hands touching your body. James' eyes were chained to your moves as he relaxed on bed. He cherished your attempts..his baby girl will do everything.

You closed your eyes and sighed, as your moves slowly got hotter, and now you danced more for yourself, than for James. Your fingers circled your nipples, making you bite your lower lip, caressed your soft skin as it was the softest velvet in the world. You felt yourself sexier than ever.. dress began to feel to uncomfortable to be in. You slowly pulled off the thin straps of your dress down, hearing James' sigh. You supposed that he didn't mean to make it that loud, but that meant only one thing - he liked what he saw.

With a soft touch you unzipped your dress, letting it fall down to your legs. "Holy shit..", James whispered, completely forgot that you were topless. You could tell even with closed eyes that he was already hard... his breath was heavy, and his eyes were dark, exposing his desire. You cupped your boobs and turned your back to James, showing him some more curves of your ass. Immediately, you've heard a sound of unclapsing belt and grinned. He liked it..

Suddenly music stopped and the room was filled with silence. You opened your eyes, slightly feeling exposed and looked at James, who already pulled you in the bed. "I want you, right fucking now..", he mumbled, attacking your lips with a needy kiss. You were proud of yourself, feeling how hard your boyfriend was just from a little dance, and it made you even more excited about how he'd thank you for that..

[dyhayc]

could you please please please write this,literally everyone I've asked doesn't want to write my idea!

ok so basically reader x Eddie Munson. Reader and him are on the roof of reader's house,both looking at the sunset,when reader wants to try smoking for the first time. Also they're giving each other surprise birthday presents because their birthdays are 6 days apart. (Eddie's is first,then reader's is 6 days after)(Oh and Eddie gives reader a mixtape and a malachite ring to match it with her malachite necklace and reader gives him crystals and a lot of expensive metal casettes and he flips).

A lot of fluff,really. Oh and they're not dating,they just have the biggest crush on each other.

Title: Real Rings and Expensive Things

Pairing: Eddie x gn!Reader (fluff, mild angst)

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Marriage Iguana (Marijuana), Eddie And Reader Are Stupid Idiots, Reader Is Down BAD (And Also Super Impulsive)

A/N: While thinking up ideas for this oneshot, I became enamoured with the characters I created. I think I’m going to make this an entire AU, but I don’t want to make the original anon uncomfortable, so this specific oneshot will be a spinoff and not canon in the universe. Most of my ideas aren’t relevant to this piece anyways, so I hope it’s okay!

I didn’t explain it in the oneshot, but the reader was adopted by a super rich couple. Also, I changed the request a tiny little bit. You freak out more about your gift than he does for his, but there’s a good reason for it. I hope you like it, anon! <3

By the way, I know absolutely nothing about crystals, so I kinda glossed over the crystal part. I didn't want to make any mistakes so I made it as vague as possible!

Masterlist

The sun is beautiful, golden rays barely peeking through the dense trees behind your house. Birds fly in the distance, most likely Sandhill Cranes– they call the wetlands beyond the line of trees home. Clouds dot the sky, perfectly framing the sunset in pink and purple hues.

All of this natural beauty, and yet, the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen is sitting right next to you. Eddie Munson, with his unruly curly hair and big doe eyes, has the most important star in this solar system beat.

He’s looking out, lips slightly parted in wonder, as he watches the horizon. Your heart clenches at the sight even though you’ve seen him thousands of times. He’s been hanging out with you since literal birth, his face is in photos posted all around your house, and he spends almost every Saturday with you. But, still, there’s something about his face that takes your breath away— every single time.

God, he’s so pretty. You desperately wish you could tell him. Sober, that is. Sometimes, when he’s so fucked up he can barely walk, you whisper the things you hold back. You’re not sure if he remembers or can even comprehend your words through the fog of his high, but you find comfort in the fact that somewhere, hidden deep in his brain, Eddie may know you love him.

Impulsively, you speak before your brain can stop you. He has to know. He needs to know.

“Eddie, I-”

But you choke, frozen like a damn deer in headlights.

He’s turned his head. Looking into his eyes, you’re consumed by an ocean of brown— hundreds of shades, highlighted by the golden sun setting to his right. The depth of his stare cuts deep into your heart, and you see adoration, and kindness, and warmth. Things that most people never bother to see or even look for within him. The grim reality hits: you’d never be able to ever emotionally recover if he rejected you.

What if he only sees you as a friend? Or worse, a sibling. Your parents basically adopted him, too, all those years ago. It wouldn’t be surprising if he saw you as family and nothing more. Would he stick around after you’ve confessed despite the awkward air when he rejects you? Or would you drift apart until he’s just a ghost from your past? Overwhelming emotion wells in your chest. How could you live without him?

You turn your head away to hide the quickly forming tears, pushing the fear of abandonment down. “Can-” you swallow thickly, willing the pain away, “Can you. Er– Well, can I smoke? I know I haven’t tried it before, but– Just, well– yea.” Heat floods your entire body, you’re absolutely mortified. Sure, you couldn’t confess, but damn, did you have to make a complete fool of yourself?

He chuckles lightly, an attractive sound to match his attractive face. “Haven’t even tried cigs yet, and you wanna go straight to weed?” he questions, raising his brow.

You scoff, trying to hide your emotions behind annoyance, “How do you know I was talking about weed?”

“Would you have gotten all stuttery over a cigarette?” Well, he had you there.

Lamely, you shrug. He huffs but digs around in his jean pocket, pulling out a ziploc with a joint. To this day, it still shocks you how brazen he is with his drugs. When you were in school together, he’d bring his food in the same metal lunchbox he carried the little baggies of marijuana in. You assume he still does it, not that you’d know definitively since you graduated in ‘84.

“It’s your first time, so you’re probably gonna cough your lungs out,” he motions to the water bottle at your hip, “You’re gonna need that.”

“Is it… that bad?” You ask hesitantly. The only information you had to go on was Eddie’s ramblings about what it feels like to be high and your observations from when he’d smoked in your presence. You say “observations,” but really, you’d just been watching his lips.

“For most people, no,” he comments casually as he flicks on the lighter.

You quickly snap back, “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means I know you. You’re gonna find a way to choke to death on the smoke.” The little shit is smirking while he says it, knowing you’re gonna be angry with him. Your nose scrunches up, offended, but you don’t say anything because you know he’s absolutely right. Again, he chuckles.

Refocusing on the task at hand, he explains what to do before showing you a demonstration. Yea, you’re definitely gonna need the water. He doesn’t even bother handing the joint to you, instead holding it in front of your lips. Butterflies flutter intensely in your stomach. Fuck. He’s so hot, and he doesn’t even know it.

Maybe when you lean in, your lips “accidentally” brush against his fingertips, but who can really tell? Following his instructions, you don’t immediately breathe out the smoke. It feels… odd? A little uncomfortable, too. You’re sure it shows through your expression, judging by the amused look on Eddie’s face.

Finally breathing it out, you feel like someone’s just punched you in the throat. The muscles seize up suddenly, causing you to double over and cough hard. In the background, you can hear Eddie laughing at you.

He’s laughing. You’re dying, and he’s fucking laughing at you.

Once he’s done giggling at your expense, he scoots next to you and rubs circles on your back with his hand until you can breathe again. Snatching the water, you drink half of it in one go. You scowl at him, but he grins wide in return. Holding out his hand again, he asks cheekily, “Ready for another?”

Still aggravated, you go in for a second time, nipping his finger before you lean back. He murmurs “ouch” half-heartedly, but you both know it didn’t hurt. This time goes over much smoother, and you’re grateful because you don’t think your throat could take that again.

This continues until there’s barely anything left. He drops the burned paper onto the roof unceremoniously and squishes it under his boot. You really should say something, but this is a fight that’s lasted for years. Realistically, if he hasn’t stopped dirtying your section of the roof, he never will, so you decide not to bother.

You can feel him shift because of your head on his shoulder. When had you done that? Oh well, it doesn’t matter because he’s speaking. “Do you wanna exchange gifts now?”

Right, you’d completely forgotten about those. Today is what you affectionately call the “communal birthday.” Eddie’s birthday was three days ago, and yours will be in three more days. It’s the perfect in-between. As children, you’d have birthday parties together on your communal birthday. They had been fun in the moment, but looking back, you’re somber, knowing your parents threw those parties because his own parents didn’t care about his birthday. But, you shouldn’t dwell on such sad topics when you’re about to exchange gifts.

Humming, “Mhm,” you reach over to grab his present. A carefully wrapped cardboard box, tied together with a blood red ribbon. You used children’s Star Wars-themed wrapping paper, of course.

“Wow,” he whistles, holding up the box to admire the print, “Darth Vader, huh?” Giddily, you giggle and turn your head to press your face further into his shoulder. He smiles down at you, “You’re so quiet when you’re high. Normally, I can’t get you to shut up.” You just stick your tongue out at him.

He struggles for a little too long with the bow, but you don’t help him. You’re considering it payback for the teasing things he’s said tonight. Finally, he unties the ribbon and takes off the wrapping paper. He hands the ribbon back to you, knowing you’d reuse it. Gingerly, he picks up the lid and reveals the red tissue paper you’d used to protect the contents.

Carefully, he plucks out the sheets one by one. You smile wide at how gentle he’s being, obviously trying to be mindful of your gift. He comes across the first part of your present, a collection of various crystals, each with different uses and meanings. You want to tell him what they all do and represent, but words are escaping you at the moment. Instead, you promise, “I’ll explain ‘em t’you when ‘m sober.”

“Alright, I’ll hold you to it,” he responds, setting them off to the side. Returning to the box, he pulls out the last few pieces of tissue paper, revealing the best– and most costly– part of his gift.

“Holy fuck!” he blurts, taking a few in his hands to examine them. Limited edition cassettes, eight of them. All on his wishlist and all expensive. “I thought we agreed not to use your parents’ money?”

“Oh,” you mumble, feeling a little embarrassed, “I didn’t.” 

He chuckles in disbelief, swapping the ones in his hands for the tapes left in the box, “Sweetheart, these are worth at least two of your paychecks.”

Yes, you’re working, even though you have rich parents. They’re big on humility and work ethic, so they’d encouraged you to get a job while attending community college. Not that you’d really needed one to form a work ethic. Sure, you grew up with money, but you weren’t spoiled. If anything, Eddie made sure of it, drilling into your head how important it is to not take your wealth for granted.

It was a little… how do you say? Impulsive to buy these for him, sure. But Eddie’s your best friend, and he’s always been there for you, so he deserves a thoughtful gift to show him just how much you appreciate him.

Your mind completely skips over the fact that he’d called you a pet name.

His reaction makes you insecure, so you ask, “D’you not like ‘em?” You still have the receipt somewhere in your room, so you can probably return them if he really doesn’t want the cassettes.

“Not like ‘em?” he repeats, astonished, “I fuckin’ love ‘em! This is an amazing gift, thank you.” He continues to flip all the cassettes over in his hands, inspecting them. They’re in pristine condition, so hopefully, Eddie will keep them safe.

You beam, “Your welcome!” excited he likes the tapes. You’d spent a lot of time thinking of what to get him, so you’re glad your thoughtfulness paid off.

He sets the box aside and picks up his present for you. It’s in a gift bag that you two have been swapping for years, but you’re happy to see it again. There’s colourful tissue paper covering the contents and spilling out the top.

You grab it carefully, as he had, and take your time unwrapping the present. The cassette grabs your attention first, and you chuckle at your similar gifts. It looks like it’s a blank until you turn it over and see Eddie’s signature handwriting on the front. It reads: “Really Cool Mixtape” and has a skull, heart, and fire symbol drawn next to the words. You bite your lip to hide your smile. He’s so adorable. Fishing in the bag, you find a piece of paper pressed against the bottom.

Opening the folded paper, you can’t stop your smile this time. It’s a song list, but what really draws your attention are the crudely drawn doodles of skulls, hearts, and fires in the blank space on the margins. The same shapes that are on the cover of the cassette. You decide to close it, wanting to discover the songs he chose organically.

Grinning wide, you exclaim, “Thank you! I really love it, Eddie.”

“That’s not all,” he says slowly, as if he’s not sure whether he wants to say it or not. Pulling something out of his pocket, he places it gingerly in your hands. You hesitate before looking down.

It’s a simple dark brown box. You take off the top, revealing cream pleather embossed with a fancy logo directly in the center— a jewelry box. Looking up at Eddie, he doesn’t meet your gaze, instead glancing bashfully to the side.

You turn the boxes over so the cream one will fall into your palm. Flipping open the top unveils a beautiful silver and malachite ring.

Sure, you’re high, but you’ve been around authentic jewelry your entire life. This is one hundred percent real, down to the 925 imprinted on the inside of the ring. The malachite appears to be high quality, too, the bands of colour within the stone being distinct and striking.

The ring is so delicate, the polished green stone in the middle is surrounded by silver leaves, which are attached to stems that intertwine to make the band. It’s an exact match to the necklace you’re wearing right now. The one that your mother bought for you when you turned eighteen, the one that’s made by an expensive designer who charges ridiculously high prices. Yea, that one. And now, it’s your turn to freak out.

“Holy shit, Eddie! Oh my God! Holy shit! Eddie! Oh my God!” your words loop as you try to accept just how much his gift cost. If yours is worth two paychecks, his is worth five, easy. You can’t even imagine the amount of drugs he’d had to sell to pay for it.

You carefully take the ring out of the box and slip it onto your finger, holding your hand up to examine it. He smiles sheepishly, “Do you like it?” Your jaw literally drops. How could you not like it? Your mouth moves before your brain can filter your words.

“I– I love you.” Fuck.

You just sit and stare at each other, not moving an inch. Dread settles heavily on you. You’ve just ruined everything. He’s going to leave and never come back. Tears gather in your eyes as you whimper uncertainly, “Eddie.” That seems to break him out of his trance.

“Do you really mean that?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not lying?”

“No.”

In place of words, he grabs you and brings you into a tight hug. You’re a little disoriented but still cling to him, regardless. “I’m so stupid,” he murmurs in your ear, sending shivers up your spine, “I love you, too. Ever since middle school.”

You smile, pulling back, “Me too.”

He grins up at you, “Well, the buzzcut was irresistible, really. Everyone wanted me.”

You both burst out laughing. Eddie’s buzzcut was so bad that he refused to let your parents hang any photos of him from that era. Calming down, Eddie lifts his hands to your face. He rubs his thumbs across your cheek before pulling you down for a sweet kiss just as the sun passes below the horizon. You swear you’ve never been happier, even if it took years to finally get here.

For someone so emotionally intelligent, he always fell short when it came to you.

But maybe you were the same way.

[what-breaks-my-heart]

Last Dance, One More Chance

I have been listening to Wu Bai’s Last Dance on repeat since the very first time I went to watch Someday Or One Day: The Movie at the cinema earlier this month. The song has stuck with me like a spinning record constantly playing in my head ever since.

Partly because of how addictive the song is - I can’t blame Chen Yun Ru for loving the song because it is AN EXPERIENCE - and partly because of the emotional damage the movie has dealt me.

Because I was (and still am) obsessed with the story, I binge watched the brilliant original - the drama from 2019 - over the last weekend. Having enough time to explore the characters as opposed to limited screentime for the movie, I realised how important Last Dance is to the storytelling both in the movie and the drama.

While listening to Last Dance from the same casette allowed Huang Yu Xuan and Li Zi Wei (as well as Xie Zhi Qi) to time travel, nobody else could.

The rules of time travel did confuse me in the beginning and while they were explained towards the end of the drama, there was no explanation as to why only HYX and LZW could travel through time using that casette.

Something else that piques my interest is the choice of host for both HYX and LZW. Yeah, the drama did make a qualifier that the host would look similar to the soul. This, in addition to who gets to travel through time, is a question I cannot shake off my mind at the moment.

There is a potential hypothesis that I want to explore.

Please note that from here onwards this post may deviate from canon and the intention of the scriptwriters.

HYX first listened to the casette while reading through her unsent messages to her deceased boyfriend, Wang Quan Sheng. It is obvious that she was deep in her longing for him (who was actually LZW in WQS’s body). Her third birthday wish that she had made was to be able to see him when she opened her eyes. And true enough, the moment she opened her eyes after losing consciousness on the bus on her way home, the very first person she saw was LZW; the actual LZW himself. HYX had travelled to the past and became CYR in 1998.

Fast forward to 2003, LZW left a prison complex after visiting his best friend Mo Jun Jie. This was about 4 years after CYR’s death. Feeling lost and full of despair himself, LZW listened to Last Dance on the very same casette, wishing that he could turn back time to the time when the three of them were living a happy life. He longed for the time he had spent with the CYR whom he fell in love with (who was really HYX in CYR’s body). His wish was not just for him to see HYX again, but also to prevent the incident involving CYR so that MJJ would be a free man. And so he got his one more chance when the casette allowed him to travel to the future; I’d argue he actually travelled to the past but as opposed to his (2003 LZW’s) past, he travelled to a future past created by him travelling to the future. In essence, this incident created a time loop for both him and HYX.

CYR was... CYR. The depressed teenager who had a bleak outlook in life. What she desperately wanted was not actually to disappear, but to feel like she belonged. She longed for a life wherein her family was not messed up, for a world she would not be disappointed in. But like what HYX told her, it didn’t matter how harsh life was to her, but it’s how she chose to face it. Like a patient who needed therapy, HYX took over the wheels and changed how the world treated her. Last Dance - the song she loved so much - gave her that chance by letting HYX took over her life.

While WQS’ story was not explored in detail, his misery and longing was more than just about his buddy passing away. It was him desperately wanting to live a different life and leave behind all the misery he had to endure. While his life figuratively ended when he drowned and LZW took over his life, wouldn’t he experience what LZW did during the entire time? And we know LZW had some good memories with HYX when he was in charge.

In the end, didn’t they all get their one last chance to live a live they so desperately wanted?

[becca-alexa]

Comfort Movie Tag!

Rules: post 10 of your favorite comfort movies and then tag 10 people or as many as you want (i did 11 oops lol) 💗

A million thanks for the tag @i-me-mine and @chaotic--agraphia !! 💗💗💗

I don't tend to watch new movies - I'm the kind of person where I'll wait until a movie comes out and I'll read a plot summary before going into it, purely because I don't like surprises. Usually, I'll default to the same movies to watch, so this list wasn't too difficult to make 💗

Howl's Moving Castle (2004): literally how can anyone not love this movie i could watch this on repeat every single minute of the day and love it every single time - it's first on the list for a reason 💗

Hairspray (2007): i am a big musicals girlie and when i tell you i will put this on and sing along from start to finish that is not a lie - i have watched this regularly for the last fifteen years or so and i love it so much 💗 how could you not love it when Edna and Wilbur serenade each other????

Pride and Prejudice (2005): okay i will say i refrained from watching this movie purely because i thought it was overhyped but OH MY GOD when i finally did???fell in love my heart crumbled i have never been the same -- i understand the hand and it is all i crave from a man plus like Matthew Macfadyen's a total babe???

Encanto (2021): this movie made my cry as i'm sure it did for plenty people - it tickled my little latina heart in all the right places 💗

10 Things I Hate About You (1999): again another film i had refrained from watching because i thought it was all hype but it's so good?????legit did not expect to love it as much as i did???

Treasure Planet (2002): can anyone who grew up in the 00s say they didn't have a crush on Jim Hawkins???legit had a crush on him before i knew what crushes were this movie was just SO GOOD and the end when he takes care of his mom???my turn WHEN 💗💗💗💗💗

Atlantis: The Lost Empire (2001): AGAIN. WHO DIDN'T HAVE A MASSIVE CRUSH ON MILO??? literally will watch the movie purely for him because he is such a babe

Spaceballs (1987): legitimately funny movie and i love the dynamic between Lone Starr and Princess Vespa (i adore han and leia but something about lone and vespa just....hits different) plus i would love to own a winnebago

While You Were Sleeping (1995): AND SPEAKING OF BILL PULLMAN -- i remember watching this movie for the first time and just rooting my little teenage heart out for lucy to end up with jack 💗💗💗 plus the concept for this is just BONKERS??? like who the hell would believe this???? and the falling in love??? perfection 💗💗

The Prince of Egypt (1998): i remember watching this movie every sunday for a solid eight years -- if you grew up evangelical this was required watching -- and religion aside it's just a beautiful movie with an INCREDIBLE cast???the music slaps and the art style is phenomenal and let me tell you this movie is part of what inspired me to go into animation and film so it holds a special place in my heart 💗💗 also like You Know Better Than I makes me cry every time so double points for that

The Sound of Music (1965): THE FIRST "REAL" FILM I CAN REMEMBER WATCHING THAT WASN'T JUST HAND ME DOWN CASETTES OF TURMA DA MÔNICA 💗💗💗 the tension!!the music!! the enemies to lovers!!! the thrill of the escape!!! the OUTFITS??? how can a more perfect film exist i wanted to BE maria purely because she got to get with captain von trapp -- legit top movies of all time for me and also another musical i know every word to

No pressure tags as always 💗: @hellfire1986baby @hellfirehottie420 @punk-in-docs @aftermidnightwriting @navnae @munsonsduchess @munsonology and anybody else who would like to try 💗💗💗

[constellian]

im slowly recovering and will come back soon (immunocompromised self sucks), but i have to ask -- is there a blog like @catgender-archive for dog/pupgenders? putting my feelers out, being a puphoarder

[jupiter-balls]

Because you reblogged the barbie post I will ramble in your askbox now^^

My parents hated Barbie (and what they assumed she stood for, unreachable beauty standards) and they refused to buy me one, but my grandma didn't care about my parent's opinion and bought me a few and I could play with them whenever I visited her, but I knew better than to show my parents.

She also had a lot of VHS casettes of children movies and one of them was Barbie Swan Lake, and I watched it countless times, probably every time I was at my grandmas, and that's how I got to watch a few others as well (because I was allowed to watch certain children channels on TV as well that were forbidden at home).

And now I still get very nostalgic when I see barbie movies even if the quality isn't up to standards anymore 😅 But they do mean a lot to me.

Ramble here anytime Laura! 🥰

No shade towards your family but I find it weird how people blame a doll for the culture we live in. Even if you never played with barbies you'd still be exposed to it 🙄(It's very much like video games making kids violent thing)

That's a really sweet memory I'm happy your grandma let you be a rebel with her 😂! Glad I was able to make you feel nostalgic because it made me feel that way too(I also loved Swan lake!). Haha I know the quality is horrible looking back now, But the memories are more important now 😅

[beybeys-world]

UPDATES FOR THOSE WHO READ MY CONTENT!

HULLO!! So i already posted more stuff about requests but here is another confirmation post. Im lacking motivation to finish requests at the moment. I JUST GET BRAIN FOGGLED!! I hate to disappoint and keep those who requested waiting but, I would like to write when im held with more motivation so that the writes come out better and more enjoyable! Dont get me wrong I am still writing (im always writing) but I might publish some ideas of my own! So if your waiting on a request, its gonna take a bit, especially since there are multiple!  When I have bursts of energy I write for my requests! But I will try my best to do ATLEAST 2 writes per week. But i cant thank you all enough for the love and support for my reads! Seeing all your comments really warms my heart! Another update, I ADDED JONATHON BYERS TO MY LIST!!! I HOPE TO WRITE FOR HIM IN THE FUTURE! Im hoping you guys can be patient with me! But until they are published here are some sneak peaks on what im workin on (PLEASE COMMENT WHICH ONE I SHOULD FINISH FIRST)

10 Things I hate About You

Pairing: Steve x Reader

(requested) 

A heavily inspired fic by the amazing movie 10 Things I hate About You

The bruised boy

Pairing: Billy x POC reader (she/her)

(Requested)

Y/N plays hard to get with Billy, which only ignites a flame within Billy to keep annoying you. Which you shoot him down everytime. One day it changes after a tough night with Neil, y/n notices and wants to help.

My Prize Baby

Pairing: Billy X Sarcastic Reader

(Request: Happy Billy with him takin care of Max)

After asking for a ride to the arcade Max is surprised that you convince Billy to not only drive her, but come along too! Max gains a liking to you once you “help” her win the arcade games for prizes! Billy enjoys seeing the both of you connect

Those Godamn Russians

Pairing: Steve x Girlfriend Reader

(MADE THIS IDEA MYSELF)

Y/N being the getaway driver for when they are all undeground trying to run away from the russians, she is shocked to see Dustin with a VERY intoxicated Steve. Sadly your bumped to sit in the back with him (after constant pleading) And hes just all over you.

Blabber Boy

Pairing: soft Eddie x GF reader.

(MADE THIS IDEA MYSELF)

Almost breaking a bone trying to get to your window, Eddie sneaks into your room one night while your painting your nails. When offered Eddie mindlessly agrees but does NOT know how to stay still when the polish is drying. Making too many hand motions while ranting about dnd or whatever, you decide to hold him down, which ignites a VERY VERY flustered quiet Eddie.

Why so blue Billy?

Pairing: Billy x Partner Reader

(MADE THIS MYSELF)

Y/N just overall comforting Billy when he breaks down about Neil. 

Sharp Turn

Pairing: Billy x Streetracer crush

(MADE THIS MYSELF)

After seeing y/n at a stoplight with her flashy street car, Billy is determined to get to know you. The boy is just headover heels for the racer and she is not goin down all that easy.

Joy Ride

Pairing: Billy x Streetracer gf

(MADE THIS MYSELF)

(a alternate where the reader isnt playing so hard to get) Y/N is neighbors with Billy and wants him to cheer up so she takes him for a ride driving god knows how fast in the middle of the night blasting music.

Music Magnet

Pairing: Steve x crush who works at a music store.

(MADE THIS MYSELF)

While robin is pickin up some new casette tapes, Steve realizes how long shes taking. He walks in to be swept off his feet by the amazing y/n working register. Steve does not know much abt the music you listen to but he tries his best (even if he is lying) to impress you with his “wicked” music taste.

Drumstick Doll

Pairing: Steve x firecracker drummer gf

(MADE THIS MYYSELF)

Steve comes to all of your shows and supports all your angry drummer antics! He adores the reader.

Lets Dance Pretty Boy

Pairing: Billy x Girlfriend

(requested)

Reader taking aux to bump music at full volume while driving around with Billy. (I havent decided a song yet so request any ideas you have in my request box and  i’ll pick my favorite.)

The infamous hearthrob, eddie

Pairing: Eddie x Popular Gf reader

(requested)

Y/N knows lots of people but Eddie was truly a gem. She never understood why he was so judged, afterall she thought very highly of him. Reader tries to hype up Eddie about how awesome he is.

PLEASE HELP ME PICK WHICH ONE I SHOULD PUBLISH NEXT!! COMMENT DOWN BELOW! MAKE SURE TO KEEP UP WITH MY MASTERLIST TO SEE THIS FICS BE POSTED! AND IF ANY AMAZING REQUESTS HAVE SPARKED WHILE READING THIS, HERE IS MY REQUEST BOX AND PLEASE READ MY REQUEST GUIDELINES BEFORE REQUESTING! THANK YOU FOR READING THIS!! HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY OR NIGHT!!<33

-Ahzy

[onlineviolence]

yknow it’s 2 am and last night at 1 am I typed out a. Large wall of text as an explanation to someone about Moris Stori so have it!

Moris stori

mori is a forged beastformer! he's a point one percenter with an uncanny knack for staying alive and escaping things

hes a decepticon and a huge coward. and tiny. had a bad habit of running from almost every battle he was in. which of course gets you on the List

so eventually he has his First encounter with the DJD, and at a moment where Tarn's mask is off, he mauls his face lol

Which was a terrible idea it makes tarn HATE HIM forever

Mori does get away in the confusion and begins his life as a target now that he knows the djd are after him.

A character who's a part of Mori's life is Glit. He's a Canon character but has so little to him I made him my own

Glit has the same frame type as Ravage but he's white and blue, and he's a decepticon medic. He's very compassionate and will heal anyone regardless of their faction

Which is weird considering how in his only MTMTE appearance he's working at one of the Decepticon prison camps. The one whrre tarn melted people alive

SO I decided he questioned why he was even there considering his moral compass (I imagine the melting people alive thing was the deal breaker) and so he abandoned his post, essentially putting himself on the list too for desertion.

Mori and Glit meet each other somewhere, and as they are both targets who know their days are numbered they decide to stick together.

Glit adopts Mori as his son and they try their best to live good lives before they Get Got by the djd

Eventually they do get got.

Glit and Mori are awoken from sleeping by The Pet sneaking up on them

Mori's story splits into two paths here! Well technically three but the third is just him dying so

The Good Ending starts with Glit's death at the hands of the DJD, and Mori escaping once again but mortally wounded.

In his desperation to get away he's found and kidnapped by the Decepticon Demus, who Domesticates him into a Roboid

After some time Fortress Maximus and the Scavengers bust Demus' operation and rescue al the Roboids, and with Spinister's help the Roboids are taken to Luna-1 for the Domestication to be reversed.

Mori has his mind restored and decides to stay on Luna-1 with Fort Max.

Bad Ending starts with Glit dying, but killing The Pet along with him.

Kaon is devastated and Mori is captured to become the new Pet.

He's eventually Domesticated as well, and this ending really has no good future for him

I also have an idea AU where Mori is a creation of the Necrobot. He senses the Necrobots death across the universe and travels to Necroworld just as the Lost Light crew are there too.

There he gets to meet Ravage ( who is technically his uncle, I headcanon all the cat casettes as a family), encounter the DJD aGain, watch them and ravage die and after the whole Dying Of The Light arc he unlocks the power to see ghosts.

[stayofftheboardwalk]

Coming back from the dead to post thoughts on/stupid jokes i made about TVC when I was hyperfixated on it:

Okay WAIT but at the end they just casually fucking play a harpsichord or whatever it is like that’s not stupid and/or profound. Like “*DRAMATIC STING* hmmmmmmm yess classical era bitch”

*Lestat, putting his hands

on the car wheel at the end of IWTV*: Vroom vroom prepare to meet your doom

Can we get a short story of Lestat at Driver’s Ed or something like how the fuck does he know how to drive a car, there is NO WAY that he could figure out how to do it by watching Daniel Molloy for two minutes

“It’s not that hard to drive, he probably got the gist of it and decided he could take over.” HOW THE FUCK DOES HE KNOW HOW TO CHANGE THE SOUND SOURCE??? HE PRESSES THE BUTTON TO CHANGE IT TO THE RADIO! He would have at least had to look at what the buttons said BUT THEY DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING. if he wasn’t, at least, acquainted already with the car, he’d have no idea how to change it (unless he had been hiding in the car before he was driving it and he knew what button it was on before Daniel reached to put the casette in.) Unlikely. Inaccurate. Hate this film, 0/10

Louis: *Wakes up 7 fucking hours after being thrown into the water, without drowning, in the morning* …… What happened last night?

It makes me laugh so hard though. Lestat is a velociraptor and he can’t open door- I mean drive a car.

Daniel: “It’s just one vampire right? You sure nobody else is after me?"

Louis: "Yes, and he can’t get to you unless he figures out how to drive a car."

Lestat: *pUTS HIS HANDS ON THE WHEEL*

My therapist: Movie!Lestat driving a car isn’t real, he can’t hurt you

Movie!Lestat: *puTS HIS HANDS ON THE WHEEL*

Psychiatrist: Okay, seems like a little family dispute. How are you going to go about solving this issue?

Louis:

Louis: *Slowly pulls out torch from behind back*

Psychiatrist: … N-

Louis: *sprints*

Psychiatrist: YOU CAN’T SET FIRE TO ALL OF YOUR PROBLEMS, LOUIS

Nobody:

Absolutely nobody:

Not a single soul:

Louis, setting something on fire for the third time this week, internally monologuing: The fire burned like a newfound vengeance in my soul, something that was once hidden suddenly appeared, even through all the layers of detachment- *goes on for an hour*

Lestat, after realizing Louis bit his first human: Does it feel good?

Louis, still barely processing what he’s just done: … Ah.

Lestat: GO TO YOUR ROOOOOOOOOM!

Claudia: I’M ALREADY IN MY ROOM!!!

Lestat: *Faceplants into pillow and screams*

Claudia: *Faceplants onto bed, screaming louder*

CAN WE HAVE A LOST BOYS ROCKSTAR LESTAT BATTLE OF THE BANDS BECAUSE I NEEEEEEEED THAT SHIT

Louis: Lestat, I’m gonna kill you.

Lestat: You don’t know how to do it.

Louis: *Holding up a torch* Yeah I do, it’s fire.

Lestat: W-WHO TOLD YOU?!?

Lestat and/or Louis: *Attempts to spend time with Claudia*

Claudia: GET OUTTA MY ROOM! I’M PLAYING MINECRAFT!

Daniel Malloy kinda looks and embodies Mark from RENT

AND LOUIS IS FUCKING RODGER WE HAVE A CAST PEOPLE

Holy fuck Lestat is Maureen

Armand could be Mimi, I guess he’d have to be

Gabrielle is Joanne? Maybe

Louis: “Dear Diary, I couldn’t find my diary so I’m writing this on my two Kung Fu Panda 2 DVD’s.”

(I don’t know why but that vine just kinda reminds me of Louis)

Armand: I really liked what you wrote in this chapter here.

Lestat: Yeah lol I know. Isn’t it great?

Louis, playing with a candle: I want death.

Candle: You could… You know… Touch your clothes with me or LITERALLY JUST STAY UP FOR A FEW MORE HOURS and you can do that

Louis: No, are you crazy?!?

Louis: *Looks towards the camera* I have crippling depression.

Lestat, sitting in the chair in Louis’s house: I have osteoporosis.

Louis: “omg I hate this snapchat filter.”

Lestat: “That’s just you.”

Louis: “I know.”

Louis really is the fucking loser who would get featured in The Onion for going to a movie theatre by himself and we love to see it

Vampire nails are LITERALLY acrylic French manicures. To dress as Louis for halloween that’s all I’d have to do. It’s not even weird anymore.

Random guy: “Man, your nails are long.”

Any vampire ever: “Yeah, they’re acrylics. I just got them done and filed them yesterday.”

BITCH

JENNAMARBLES CORNER

Louis: WHAT DID YOU DO?!?

Lestat: I turned a child!

Louis: WHY?!?!?

Lestat: I DUNNO

Lestat, emerging from the swamp and realizing this is the third murder attempt this week: yOU DID NOT

Claudia singing ‘I Wanna be Tall’

Claudia: “Why must you keep dressing me like a doll?”

Lestat: “You’re gonna look cute, and you’re gonna like it”

Lestat: *Pours rat blood into a wine glass*

Louis/any sane human being: EWWWWW

*Louis tackles Lestat*

Lestat: BITCH WHO YOU FIGHTIN

or:

Anyone watching the scene: OOOO FIFTY SHADES DARKER

Lestat when torturing the two girls: I’m sorry Louis, you look bored, why?

*Lestat, turning around dramatically in Louis’s old house:* “Ey bitch it’s me yo chair”

*Lestat when scooting back at Louis’ sudden movements* OOH I’M A DELICATE CHAIR!

Get called for jury duty *Slithers away* Nowhere to be found, beech.

Literally every vampire Lestat’s ever met, ever: Why the fuck did you do [insert one of many bad decisions here]?!?

Lestat: For fun? aND ME TIME?!?

*Bee stinging monologue for Lestat playing the piano, probably*

(Why are all of these Lestat)

Armand: The deVIL IS EVERYWHERE

*blows on paintbrush/claudia*- The power of Christ compels you.

Louis: Like, my vision is blurry and doubled, and I’m crying a little, but don’t be fooled. *Looks towards camera* I’m having a good time.

Louis: Life is short but also terribly, insufferably long at the same time.

Literally all of the LLC trio, in different situations: JUST LEAVE ME ALONE, GAAAAAWD, WHAT DO YOU CARE IF I’M A TOOTHBRUSH???

Louis: YOU KNOW WHAT’S BETTER THAN SEX? CRYING!!!

Lestat, after drinking dead blood: Are you telling me I got got???

Claudia: You got a little bit got.

Lestat: NOOOOOOOOO

Claudia and Louis: Goodbye!

Lestat- No! Bring me back! Get me a Quija board or something; BRING ME BACK.

Claudia: I feel like a beautiful lady on the inside.

Louis, in the sewer: No one can even find me, beech.

Louis when Lestat convinces him to be turned, and Lestat when making any bad decision: I can’t think of any reasons why not! It’s only yes.

Lestat: CLAUDIA! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!

Claudia: *Furiously practices her scales*

Lestat, talking to the coven about making bad decisions: You have to tell me when this becomes wildly inappropriate because I don’t want to be that bitch.

Everyone: You already are that bitch.

Lestat: NO I’M NOT!

CLAUDIA ON DOCTOR PHIL

[applcrumbl]

spray painted trophy case.

Pairings: Robin Buckley x GN!Reader  Warnings: Strong Language, Breaking and Entering, Vandalism, Canon level Violence. Author’s Note: maya hawke,,, that is all

Summary: Fuck your ex, lets get them back. (can be read platonically or romantically)

She’d promised you she wouldn’t do anything drastic, claiming that the reason you were dragged into the passenger seat of the car was to go to the shops for snacks, and then her work for a film. ‘All in the name of post-breakup self car’ she said. But, Robin’s dad’s rickety old volkswagen had passed your destination 5 minutes ago.

Young and naive, you assumed that she was simply heading to a different store. Not once did you think that she was driving to your -now ex- partner’s street. It was a surprise when she pulled up to the curb. Tires bumping the concrete slightly as the car came to a halt.

“let’s go,” she said, opening the trunk and retrieving a few cans of spray paint. 

Robin quickly ran up the driveway and jumped over the fence. Ducking as she did so to avoid the possibility of being caught. In actuality it made her long limbs much more apparent than they would have been, had she just walked normally. The girl tumbled into the backyard, standing patiently waiting for you to follow suit. An annoyed expression popped over the top of the wood slats. “I said i’m fine Rob” You insisted.

“They cheated on you Y/N? It’s a dick move!” Robin exclaimed, freezing when she saw the light from a bedroom window turn off. Panting heavily, even through her lungs were full of breath. It were as if she was pretending to be in a movie. 

In one quick movement, she began scaling the tree that led outside the window, muttering to herself about how you should be treated better. How she could treat you better.

You followed her reluctantly, you’d climbed this tree many times, trying to sneak into the house, but never once with Robin. How does she make it look so easy, jesus christ?

“This is so stupid” you whined, gripping onto the window ledge as you slid through the window. You were careful to keep quiet, despite the loud music that played from a casette player on the desk.

“and yet, you’re still here” Robin replied, shaking the can of red, and surveying the room. Clearly looking for something in specific. They were there for one thing, the talent show trophy from the 10th grade that Robin had tried so hard to win, but didn’t. She’d lost out to your ex, and whatever the fuck it was that they did to win it.  It was their most prized possession, and your best friend was going to ruin it.

She wanted to write obscene words on the walls, and completely trash the place, nobody was allowed to treat her girl like that. But, instead, she coated the gleaming silver metal with an even coat of crimson paint. You had already left the building by the time he was done, crawling to the bottom of the tree, and keeping a lookout. She joined you soon after.

“What did you do?” you warned, helping her down. She just shrugged, a smirk on her face.

“you’re welcome,”

Her cheeky comment urged you to let go of your grasp on her calf, sending her tumbling face-first to the ground. How she got in that position? you didn’t know. But it was funny, and you had to suppress a giggle.

“you broke my nose!” she squealed, applying pressure.

“Stop overreacting,“ you joked, moving her hand to reveal the tiniest of scratches, “thank you though,”

“Anytime,” she smiled, dusting herself off, “you don’t deserve that”

Robin reached for your hand, the pair of you returning to the car. You could see the light from the bedroom window as you sped away. Hearing a bloodcurdling scream.

[thedevotionaltour]

Finally... The insane person music purchase I made today! My defense for today's triple digit indulgence? I finished my first year of college! And will not see this store for a while anyways... Under the cut will be the CD ramble... But the real prize of today's purchase is the casette player!!! Which I am so excited about that it keeps attempting to autocorrect cassette to all caps from previous excited posting. Ok. Onto CDs!

So, top row is: Favorite Worst Nightmare from Artic Monkeys, The Lambs Lies Down On Broadway by Genesis, and Massive Luxury Overdose by Army of Lovers.

For the first one, an exciting little purchase. I've never been an avid listener of them but I enjoy radio play and the like, two songs from this album I love listening to on YouTube. So why not! Many purchases today were extremely why not. For the Genesis one... I've been considering a genesis album for a bit but always felt stingy cuz for majority of school year I was Not down to be paying $13-$15 for an album like most of my CDs that I bought with my money are used... Today was a an almost entirely all new purchase. However I like the titular song and I enjoy Genesis radio play so that's why I went with this one :0 for massive luxury overdose.. I like listened to that whole album last year cuz crucified got popular and I liked that and wanted to see what else was there. Delightful album and very awesome to get it used so it didn't help in super killing my wallet <3

Second row is: Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme by Simon and Garfunkel, The Slider by T. Rex, and From Under The Cork Tree by Fall Out Boy

Most of my Simon and Garfunkel listening of the limited songs I listened to mostly occurred in high school. Scarborough Fair was always an enjoyed track and I've grown fondness for Simon and Garfunkel over the last year since my dad passed and they were his childhood band. Also one of the few used CDs in their section of albums so... Clear choice! For The Slider, I listened to that album last month! My mama loves T. Rex and Marc Bolan, but my love for them came from my boyfriend. He introduced me to them a few years ago when we were still just friends and while I have not had much beyond electric warrior listening and 20th century boy before I have always enjoyed what I did hear. So finally listening to this one and now picking it up was fun! For Fall Out Boy, I also have another album to go over for next row but for this album, well.. I'm a big fan of at least two songs from this album that I've actually heard. I picked up all the fob I did today cuz of my friend Visi so hi Visi shout out to you ily thank you for purchase influencing today! Also this is like one of their popular albums right..? Good to have a fan favorite on hand always.

Ok, third row: Personal Jesus single CD by Depeche Mode, Remain In Light by Talking Heads, and Infinity on High by Fall Out Boy

The person Jesus cd has been at cheapo since I first walked into that store. Today I finally sucked it up and did what I hate and bought another single CD because it has a b side I like. I have done this with two other mode songs as well. But you see... I wanna listen to dangerous on my mom's car's CD player and I found the idea of that experience to finally be worth $1.95. With talking heads... The only song I know from this one is in fact once in a lifetime. But you know what I also have another talking heads CD I have listened to so in my mind this balances out. I'm a big fan of knowing one or no songs off an album and then going fuck it, why not! Which is also what occurred with Infinity on High. Another Visi influenced purchase... But I was also obsessed with track 4 in high school I'm sorry I'm not writing out that long ass title. And who doesn't enjoy thnks fr th mmrs as well...

Oh boy, this is getting long, but we are now at fourth row: The Golden Age of Wireless by Thomas Dolby, Pablo Honey by Radiohead, and Shy Reptiles... Which seems to be a self titled by Shy Reptiles, and also their only album?

The fact here is I am an enjoyer of She Blinded Me With Science. I would like to see if I can be an enjoyer of the rest of this album I've never listened to beyond that song. For Pablo Honey.... I've decided to attempt to become a radiohead enjoyer because I keep getting Radiohead memes on instagram. No I'm not joking. I also liked creep in elementary school because of a movie clip my dad showed me. Isn't it so good I didn't become a fan too early and become one of those people though? It was like sowing seeds for the future. I'm hoping I like everything else on it. Shy Reptiles was a purchase purely because I liked the cover. I'm not kidding. I've done this with exactly one other CD in my collection where I didn't know the artist or album at all, but liked the cover, and said I'll give this a shot like an insane person.

And finally... Fifth row! We have: Ooooooohhh... On the TLC Tip by TLC, Like a Virgin by Madonna, and OK Computer by Radiohead.

I loved listening to ain't 2 proud 2 beg on repeat in high school... I think I tried listening to this album but paused and didn't come back as I have done with many albums. But I like tlc from the songs I have listened to over the years sooo I am sure I will enjoy... I love a good girl group. I like the two songs everyone knows from this Madonna album, so I decided let's do it! I think Madonna is fun even if my mom is still extremely lukewarm on her. And for the OK Computer purchase... I've never heard a single song on here. I just know everyone talks abt this album. This was by far the most insane purchase, as I paid new CD price for it. For an album I know nothing about, and have one song only I know I enjoy for certain from the artist overall. God help me if I don't like Radiohead.

And that's it! If you read all this, congrats on being the bravest ever.