#feel good by yot club

[resident-gay-bitch]

For my “I’m bored so give me a number between 1-50 and I’ll pick the correlating song from my playlist, and give you a marauders headcannon about it!” game!

@stxr-bxy picked number 15 which is: Feel Good by Yot Club

This song for me is such a summer late night drives song, so have some James and Sirius. This can be taken romantic or platonic, whichever you prefer :)) irs just a little fluffy headcannon.

But then you also get a second one because the vibe of my original thought does not correlate with the lyrics AT ALL. The song is about being in a stable relationship but still having a sense of doubt or not feeling good, soooo you get some sirius angst, internalised queer pining and major denial for this one :) also that one’s written in fic format too :) <3

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THE FIRST ONE:

It’s summer after seventh year, they’re at the peak of the war and everything’s hard. But Sirius has just finished his bike. It flies and everything. He begs James to take it for a test run.

The air is hot outside, almost humid. Sirius’ hair is sticking out from under his helmet that he’s painted all over, and he’s grinning wider than ever. He even made a helmet special for James, with his nickname written over it and everything.

They hop on the bike, it’s so dark out, only the steet lights lighting the way. Sirius takes off, spreading through the little town and laughing as the wind whips at his skin.

James is holding him around the waist, laughing as they race along the road.

And then they lift off, taking to the air. James grips Sirius tighter, tucking his chin over Sirius’ shoulder to hold on for deer life. Sirius is laughing and James is screaming in his ear, begging for Sirius to let him make it home in one piece or his mum would kill them both.

Just James and Sirius letting go and enjoying a nice moment together after school, before everything goes to absolute shit.

THE SECOND ONE:

Sirius rolls over in bed, panting as he lies flat on his back. He looks up at the top of the canopy, a hand over his chest, skin sweaty. His chest feels hollow.

Beside him, Mary sighs, sitting up to sip her water. She’s beautiful, so beautiful, as she always is. So Sirius doesn’t know why he feels like this.

She leans over and kisses him, brushing his curls out of his eyes. He smiles up at her, kisses her back and then smacks a few on her cheeks for good measure. She hops up to shower, walking away, naked with an enticing shake of her hips.

But Sirius doesn’t watch. He pinches the bridge of his nose and hates himself.

He loves her.

He really really really loves her.

What’s not to love about her? She’s truely the most brilliant woman Sirius has ever had the pleasure of meeting. And they’re good, they’re stable. They have their own flat, and an anniversary coming up, and James has been telling him that the girls think he’s gonna propose. He should propose. They’re in love, for fucks sake, have been for years. Well, that’s what everyone else thinks.

Sirius feels sick thinking about it too long.

He just… doesn’t love her like that. He can’t. No matter how hard he tries it just feels… there’s something missing. Something wrong.

He should feel good, he should feel happy, but he doesn’t.

He feels safe with her, at home, but it’s still not enough.

There’s something wrong with him. He knows there’s something wrong with him. Something that makes him feel sick.

It tears him down until he breaks. It makes him numb, and fake, and horrible to be around. He lashes out, cries, and isolates. He doesn’t even know why Mary sticks around, why’d she’d even want him to propose.

He tells her he loves her, all the time, but surely she can feel how much of a lie that is, right? Or maybe he’s just gotten so good at pretending that she can’t tell anymore.

Maybe she just wants to be loved so desperately for something other than her body that she can take what she can get. Maybe she likes that Sirius isn’t constantly trying to fuck her; he prefers when they just have a nice meal, or cuddle up to read on the couch.

Maybe she does know and feels the same as he does.

He hopes that’s the way. The last thing he wants to do is to hurt her.

He rolls over and looks at his bedside table, at the picture he has framed there of the Marauders fresh out of school. He looks at one face in particular; scarred and freckled, honey brown eyes and sandy hair, and he feels his stomach flip. A longing sense of desire grows within.

But he ignores that, and follows Mary into the shower.

Okay holy fuck I really like that second one. I started writing it with no real direction but UGH I both love and hate how it turned out. So angsty and justice for Mary, but OHHHHHHHHH I LOVE IT.

[oasisr]

I love being able to create my own chill vibe. I love freedom. Feeling grateful right now.

[kingslimeball]

I'm home

Sounds like a dream part 2

Gator Tillman x fem!reader

Contents; angst, fluff, mother!reader, dad!gator

Summary; After finding out about his son, Gator can't deal with prison life. So he takes matters into his own hands.

Even with good behaviour, Gator isn't getting out of prison any time soon. He'd very much like to. Not for selfish reasons like they were for the first two years of his sentence. Now, he just wants to be there to support his family. His son.

Not a day goes by where he doesn't think of both Y/n and Alex. The only two people that really give his life meaning. Every day is filled with regret and remorse for what he's done. For what he thought he should've done. Now, it all seems insane to him. No matter how much he rants to the guards, who surprisingly haven't quit their jobs, he's just stuck. Nothing he can do.

Y/n's words still ring in his ears. "He reminds me of you in a way because he–"

Gator still wonders what she was about to say. Even three years later, it's still on his mind.

Three years, that's right, since he last got visited by Y/n and Alex. Another three years of crippling loneliness. Another three years with the added pain that he'll never know truly what his son looks like. That's the reason why he cries himself to sleep most nights.

He doesn't want to seem weak, so he keeps noise to a minimum, facing the wall. He can't control when the tears fall each time he thinks about it. He'll never see his son, and he'll never see Y/n again.

That's when, one night, Gator has a terrible thought. One that never even crossed his mind before, shockingly. It's a horrible idea, of course. An idea that most likely cannot be executed in his state. But he thinks it. And he likes the thought of it. I'm gonna break out.

The thought resonates with him for a long while. But each day that goes by, it seems more and more impossible for him. His dream life is just out of reach.

Y/n, with her five year old at her hip, enters the prison. It's been long enough since she's visited the father of her child, so it's only right that she sees him. Plus, Alex is old enough now to talk to his daddy properly. She wants Gator to have that experience of having a conversation with him. She knows it will make him feel better.

She approaches the front desk and smiles at the woman there, who doesn't seem as friendly. She looks up to Y/n, shooting her a glare as if to ask what she wants.

"Uh, hi! I'm here to visit Gator Tillman. Is he available?" Y/n says nervously under the receptionist's judging stare.

"No." She bluntly replies.

"Why not?"

"Haven't you heard?" The woman questions, as if obvious.

"Heard what?"

"Gator Tillman escaped."

Y/n leaves the prison in shock. How did he manage that!? Why did he escape!? She carefully puts Alex in his car seat before getting in the front of her car. She drove up here to visit Gator. It's somewhat of a holiday. Where is she gonna find her son's father?

Gator had received a lot of help. Luckily, he surrounded himself with the right kind of guys for him in jail. Ones who had been planning a breakout for years. Gator was allowed to tag along, so he quickly found himself on a bus to Chicago. Or at least he hopes so.

On the bus, he met a sweet woman named Georgia. She was on the way to Chicago and helped him get there. But that's as far as she could do. With the departure of Georgia and the sudden realisation that he's alone, blind, in a city he doesn't know he feels a sense of panic. He doesn't even know where Y/n lives.

Y/n is doing the dishes while Alex sits at the kitchen counter with a few pillows to act as a booster seat. He's drawing with the pack of pencils his mother recently bought for him, humming along to whatever song is playing on the radio that he doesn't recognise.

"Mommy, what should I draw next to the tiger eating an apple?" Alex asks. He looks over to Y/n, a bright smile on his face like usual as he kicks his legs happily.

"How about the tree where the apple came from?" Y/n suggests. "That way, you can draw an animal in the tree."

"That's a good idea. Thank you, Mommy."

When the doorbell rings, Y/n huffs, taking off the washing up gloves.

"Ooh! Who is it?"

"I don't know, sweetie. Wait here." She assures, kissing Alex's forehead as she walks by. The doorbell rings again and she shouts out to whoever is at the door that she's coming. Damn, this person is impatient.

Looking through the peephole, her eyes widen. She debates whether she wants to open the door or not, ultimately deciding to just do it...

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I thought I'd drop by. Does a lovely lady like you need any help?" It's Devon, a guy she knows from work but often has to avoid.

"I never gave you my address." Y/n narrows her eyes at him, feeling slightly creeped out.

"Oh, I know." He chuckles. "I asked around."

"Who told you?"

"Charlotte. Nice girl. Didn't question it."

Goddammit, Charlie... She's Y/n's closest friend at work and the best friend she has as of moving to Chicago. She's a little bit ditzy but insanely friendly and sweet. It's no wonder she gave Y/n's address to Devon, no questions asked.

"Why did you ask people for where I live?" She says, hand on the door and having to physically restrain herself from slamming the door in his face.

"Well, I understand being a single mom wouldn't be easy. So... I wondered if you need any help with anything at all." He flashes a grin, as if that would charm her. Rather the opposite.

"I think I've got it under control. You can go." Y/n replies, pulling a face. Devon starts to speak again, but she quickly shuts the door and locks it. She heads back to the kitchen to continue washing up.

"Mommy, do you like my tree? I added a bird in it with a nest." Alex says, pushing the piece of paper in her direction.

"Aw, it's beautiful, baby." She replies, petting his hair gently. "Are you done, or are you gonna add more?"

"More! Can you help?"

"Something climbing the tree, maybe? Like a cat?"

"Ooh! Thank you, Mommy."

"Of course, sweetheart, of course." She replies gently, giving him a forehead kiss and walking over to the sink.

Devon, to say the least, is disappointed. Although, it's not a big deal. There's several other women he could and would go for. He shoves his hands in his pockets as he makes his way down the street.

The winter air is chilly and bitter, nipping at the skin of his face and making his eyes water. He doesn't want to be outside for that much longer, so he pulls out his phone to text someone, anyone, to see if they're free.

Turning a corner close to the building beside him, Devon bumps into someone. He staggers and looks up from his phone. "Hey! Watch where you're goin'!" Devon shouts, sending his text and putting it back in his pocket.

"I can't." Gator replies, trying to steady himself from the ground. That's when Devon realises he's knocked over a blind person.

"Shit– sorry, man. Didn't notice." Devon says, grabbing Gator's wrist to help him stand up.

"S'all good." Gator murmurs, palm flat against the wall to familiarise himself. "D'you mind helping me get somewhere?"

"Yeah, go on."

"An apartment complex should be nearby if I'm in the right place. One apparently with loads of flowers outside." Gator recalls.

"Oh, I just been there." Devon says, helping Gator around the corner. "Go straight down that sidewalk, and it's on your right."

Devon may be nice enough to give the directions, but he's not nice enough to help Gator get there. He's not that kind of guy. He wouldn't take that much time out of his day to help some random guy. So with that, he walks off.

"Oh, thank you! Do you, uh–" Gator trails off, hearing him walk away. "Hey–"

Gator huffs, left alone. He begins to make his way forward again. He's been on the run for months now, trying to find his way to his family. For the most part, he's failed this goal. But after getting a lead of her address, he hasn't stopped hoping to find them both. Now, he's so close he can just feel it. He feels that familiar tingling in his stomach.

The only things he hears are the wind rushing by his ears and the rolling sound of his mobility cane on the jagged sidewalk. Mutters of people walking by remind him to tug his hood further over his head. He doesn't want any chance of being caught. Not now.

He finally feels glass instead of brick. Windows... to the apartment complex? He finds the handle of a door and hopes that he's there.

Once inside, he confronts the dilemma that is finding the right apartment number. He knows it's number 34. He's definitely sure. He needs help...

Gator knocks at the first door he can find, hoping to encounter a nice person. He waits for a moment and hears the door unlock and swing open.

"Can I help you?" A woman's voice says.

"Yeah!" Gator replies. "Please. Couldja help me find apartment 34?"

"Oh, yeah, of course. Let's go to the elevator." She replies. Gator is relieved. He's finally made it, right?

After being guided into the elevator and shown down a hallway, the woman taps him to stop him. She guides his hand to the right door and bids her farewell.

Y/n is getting Alex ready for school when she hears an unrhythmic knock at the door. She sits Alex down on the sofa and allows him to watch the TV for a little bit longer while she goes to see who it is.

She's a lot more shocked to look through the peephole this time. But she rushes to open the door quickly, swinging it open with a little too much force.

"Gator!? What are you– I went to visit you a few months ago and you wasn't there! Alex was so disappointed."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. I'm here now." He reaches out, hand brushing against Y/n's ear, despite him aiming to find her cheek. "I'm home."

"You can't be here.." She replies reluctantly. "You broke out of jail! I mean– what if I get in trouble just for knowing you? For harbouring you from the cops?"

"I broke out to be with you." Gator's voice cracks. "To be here for Alex. Please."

Y/n knows what's safe for Alex. She does. But the desperation in Gator's voice really gets to her. She can imagine he's been through a lot. And he's had to find her blindly. She was confused with how Devon found her address, but Gator? That's a whole other level. She reaches out for him, arms sliding around him and gently pulling him close.

"You're home." She murmurs.

"Really?"

"Really." She adds. She pressed a gentle kiss to Gator's jaw. "The fact you broke out of jail to be here for me and Alex means alot."

"So you'll be with me again? I've made it up to you?" He asks pleasingly. He needs this to be true.

"I'm prepared to be with you." She replies, cupping his cheek in her hand softly. "If you're here for me, I'm here for you."

[kissami]

☄︎. *. ⋆ SLEEPY ANGEL •°. *࿐

➵ In which a certain oni has a little temper tantrum after not finding his lover in bed with him and the worst part is, she forgot to give him his lucky kisses.

➵ fem!chubby!reader with she/her pronouns!

➵unedited!

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stuck on you - april june, Yot Club

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Red eyes shot open and the sheets around his body were quickly on the other side of the bed in a matter of seconds as a special oni woke up in a hurry.

He noticed something was missing rather quickly once he didn’t feel his cuddle partner on their side of the bed as he tried feeling around for her in his sleep.

He couldn’t feel her warmth anymore, noticing that even the bed didn’t hold any evidence she was even sleeping next to him the night before.

He knew something even more wrong was going on when he wasn’t woken up with her soft lips on both of his cheeks and a final one on his own pair of lips.

He sniffed a bit, smelling if her signature perfume was even lingering in the air and once he noticed that too was missing, he quickly jumped out of bed.

He didn’t care that it was freezing out with the soft yet freezing winds of Inazuma and he wore nothing but his pj pants.

He was so flabbergasted and annoyed she left without saying goodbye.

He walked around his small house and huffed seeing no sign of her besides his boys that were walking towards him.

“Boss we were just talking about yo-“

Itto sniffed around a bit more and pouted as yet again, her signature (favorite fruit) scent was nowhere.

He kicked a peddle near his foot but quickly regretted it as he grabbed his toes in pain because he completely forgot to even put his shoes on.

His mind was racing with so many questions and he quickly walked back inside, ignoring the confused looks from his gang.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Itto froze in his spot, slowly turning around with bugged out eyes as he saw his lover chewing a lavender melon, completely oblivious to what the poor man was just going through seconds before.

“What the heck is wrong with YOU!!!???” He asked in irritation as he began to tell everything that just happened to him, in complete exaggeration of course.

“And then I almost died stepping on a stupid rock after kicking it in frustration when I couldn’t find you! I thought you left me for good and never to return because you always ALWAYS give me my kisses every single time you leave somewhere without me! You kept my kisses hostage!!!”

You rolled your eyes, finishing your melon and grabbing his hand, yanking him to your shared room.

“I went to the bathroom and just went in the kitchen for a melon you oinker. I literally gave you your kisses but you were out for so long last night I guess you slept through it.”

Itto opened his mouth to quickly rebuttal that statement when he suddenly remembered he did feel your lips but he thought it was all a dream.

“You big baby, lay down.” You giggled and climes on top of him, laying her head on his big chest as he hasn’t spoken a word at all to you.

“Sorry baby, I just was worried for you is all. I usually always wake up when you do which is understandable why i didn’t last night but next time, just slap me or something so I know you didn’t forget to give me my kisses.”

You hummed and wrapped your arms around him like a koala.

“Of course, I love you.”

“I love you too…I just find it funny how you didn’t get me a melon.”

“Oh my god.”

[cringengl]

Hey!! It's the byler music fairy!! What are the songs you most associate with byler, Will, and/or Mike, and why??

(sorry for the lack of emojis... your askbox wouldn't let me add them D:)

aaaaahhhhh I have a couple of these haha

for byler, my fave songs for them i have is fly out west by yot club, which is literally s4 byler. like mike literally flies out west at the start of s4?? lmao. there's also lyrics like

Well, tell me, do you know?

You're all I dream about

Take it from me, I'm too dumb to recognize your doubt

Well, I don't wanna go

I'm in too far to leave

Tell me how you live so easily, young and naive

and

Talk bad, who's that?

Walk back to your place

I think you fake that smile that's on your face

which could honestly apply to both will and mike, one being all the other dreams about and being jealous about how naive they are, and also both of them faking their smiles, mike because of his failing relationship with el and will pretending to be ok with it.

ok so for the second one is true blue by boygenius, and although the title screams will as the chorus says that the love is 'true blue', which is obviously mike's colour, there's a bunch of lyrics that connect to both of them.

lyrics from mike's pov:

You can't help but become the sun - will has a bunch of light symbolism throughout the series, especially in the last ep where the light shines directly onto will from mike's pov

When you moved to Chicago, you were spinning out

When you don't know who you are, you fuck around and find out

When you called me from the train, water freezing in your eyes

You were happy and I wasn't surprised

i can totally see mike thinking that will was happier and trying new things in lenora without him, especially after the lies el told mike in her letters and then mike being a little upset about it.

this part is from will's pov:

Now you're moving in, breaking a sweat on your upper lip

And getting pissed about humidity and the leaky faucet- digging the grave for unnamed hero agent guy haha and creating el's mind fight bath

You already hurt my feelings three times

In the way only you could- it's not my fault you don't like girls, the lack of letters/calls when will was in lenora, and the rink-o-mania fight

You've never done me wrong

Except for that one time that we don't talk about

Because it doesn't matter anymore

Who won the fight?

I don't know, we're not keeping score

these lyrics also have major it's not my fault you don't like girls vibes.

and then finally from both of their povs:

But it feels good to be known so well

I can't hide from you like I hide from myself

I remember who I am when I'm with you

Your love is tough, your love is tried and true blue

Ooh-ooh

this is major painting scene vibes, with both will and mike feeling understood by the other, and not hiding from eachother.

finally, to finish this super long post off, here's a song that is soooo mike wheeler coded that literally every lyric can be applied, forever dumb, by surf curse. it's all mike's pov

I would run away from you, if I could

Never really wanted to, but I guess I should run - the first two lines obviously correlate to will and how mike feels about him leading to him wanting to run from him

I would fall in love with you, but I can't

It's too hard, maybe we'll just pretend- the next two lines are about his relationship with el lmao

But it's hard when I don't know what to do

I'm angry and I'm tired and confused

I got so many thoughts stuck in my head

And none of them make much sense- big big big mike vibes

I said I would follow you, but I lied

Don't be mad

Well, at least I tried- 'follow you' is both related to crazy together as well as mike's relationship with el

I never had a spot for you in my life

Which was true

Till I heard you cry- mike meeting el for the first time and taking her in or byler meeting at the swingset

And your tears dripped down your face into my eyes- either the van scene or el telling mike that he never said i love you

I'm sorry and I hate myself this time

Cause I got so many thoughts stuck in my head

And none of them

Make much sense

anyway, tysm for the ask!! (this was my reminder to change my anon settings haha)

here are the three songs!!!

[limetimo]

RAB fics I read (13-22nov)

En Avant by bluerosebouquet oh my gooood. This one is *chef kiss*. Modern AU, James is trying to cope with losing Lily (reasons unknown) and raise Harry who's like 4 with the help of his whole friend group. Then Sirius gets a word that his brother Regulus is back in town and is really upset about it and refuses to make contact when Regulus passes on his phone number. BUT SURPRISE SURPRISE REGULUS IS THE BALLET INSTRUCTOR IN THE DANCE CLASS THEY SIGNED HARRY FOR! And James just can't see the monster Sirius made Regulus to be. (We learn all that Black Brothers Backstory in like chapter 23.) And they start talking, and James catches feelings, and he battles with the guilt of betraying Lily's memory as well as betraying Sirius and it's just really interesting, I love it.

Deep Blue Waters by ThatBlueNiffler Regulus gets himself sorted to Ravenclaw to escape his mother's machinations and not join the death eaters only for Grandfather Arcturus to be like "Sup kid you're going to become a Death Eater so that you can spy on them". slowburn Jegulus (they catch feelings pretty early on tho)

Black Moon by ouzell Regulus survives the cave, makes a deal with dumbledore, becomes a spy, tells his mum to go fuck herself, gets himself kicked out, and becomes roommates with Remus Lupin. basically Oh My God They Were Roommates but in the middle of a war

Let’s make the most of this by jelfulry !!! Trans Sirius texts a wrong number and catches feelings for the dashing Moony, also he has a son named Leo because teen pregnancy, and James and Regulus are dating

Wildflower by orphan_account Remus/Regulus smut, pure, easygoing smut

A Passing Dream by Elfflame Lily walks in on Regulus blowing Remus in an abandoned classroom

career goals: tyrant by justwhatialwayswanted :D :D :D

Waters Run Deep by knight_bus_of_doom :D :D :D !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Whatever I Want (Whatever That Is) by xylodemon remus and regulus have a secret sex thing going on

When did you last check? by camichats james: we're dating / sirius: wait what? impossibel *founces away to bother regulus* / Regulus: go bother your boyfriend / Sirius: the betrayal??? / James: :D

The Long Game by lackadaisical_lizard modern high school, jock james and artist Regulus get roped in the theatre club production! ft. Remus&Regulus friendship and monstermachine Lily

Pyrrhic Victories by dollteeth It's not Regulus' fault nobody else can appreciate a good Quidditch tactics

Toujours Pur (of Heart) by Nillegible for nitilia Regulus wants to say goodbye before the cave, Sirius shows up in his animagus form

(Not) Always Brave by Nillegible why was Sirius afraid he would betray James and Lily if they made him their secret keeper? it was simple, really - he still cared for his brother.

The Serpent's Tongue by Equinesandcanines sirius gets sorted into slytherin despite his best efforst, still becomes besties with james and peter (remus is ravenclaw). Reggie is a cutie

The Marauders and the Prisoner of Azkaban by SilverShadow1 ♥

On The Theory of Spontaneous Generation by FantasticalFairyFarmer harry luna hermione ron and neville have an accident in the department of mysteries battle and are yot to the late 70s. They're managing pretty well imo. Regulus is a stuck up cutie i want to bite him

to the dark lord by justwhatialwayswanted :D :D :D

Mark My Skin so I Can Laugh at Your Little Girlfriend. by Anonymous Regulus polyjuices himself as lily and fucks her boyfriend (his crush)

Beat Me Unconscious and Tell Me It's Love by Anonymous Jegulus, Regulus wants pain to equal love so that he can feel like his mother loved him. James safewords

From a Distance by unsmokedroses James has a part time summer job in his parent's bookshop and falls head over heels for a regular customer. i love the trope subversion, usually it's regulus behind the counter!

Salt in the Wound by saintsirius jegulus had a messy break up (my bet is it was regulus' parents threatening him) and now they have to act in a movie together! neither is over their feelings.

All of You, All of Me (intertwined) by ajom28 james is an actor and after a bad break up and bad publicity and two years of break he has a chance of making it back on the movie screen. the only problem? he needs some positive PR. Regulus is in a band and they're >this close< to a world tour, but the company wants them to gain more media attention first. Their managers are friends. say hi to fake dating! but Regulus and James absolutely despise each other. Can they get along for the sake of their careers (and for Sirius)?

We are younger and older now by PandaJ Regulus died. Evan died. They wake up the same night, back at Hogwarts.

Blood and Water by euphorial_docx the last of us jegulus au

Teach Me by gaycowboysyd regulus kisses a stranger in the bar only to find out later that fghj that's a father of one of his pupils. AND his brother's best friend!

Gods Under Broken Skies by SlyRaven_394 Regulus dies in the cave and is returned to the night Sirius is leaving. And, see, he's tired of this shit. Kreacher should be allowed more arson more often, as a treat ♥

Diptych by pansysnarkinson I would strangle Gandalf-ish Dumbledore his own natal chord if I could, I can't even. I hate that man with my entire being

R&J by catastropheof79 sirius ran away from home but he needs to get the key Alphard left him to access the inheritance. Cue in James crashing parties and climbing through Regulus' window to plot a heist. IT'S A LOVE STORY BABY JUST SAY YES

God Shattering Star(s) by mila_ngas Draco has dreams about REgulus

Tatterdemalion by blackkat Sirius just HAS to ruin all REgulus carefully crafted plans by escaping Azkaban, hasn't he?

an unfamiliar time by siaaa Regulus gets yeeted 28 years into the future, meets Drarry and learns to appreciate Muggleborns by working with Hermione on getting back to his own time. Ultimately, nothing changes.

The Post-War World by fuckthisshittillidie Draco does a Ritual and brings back to life (almost) everyone who died in the Wizarding Wars. Everybody has to deal.

so i dream, dream, dream of icarus by orphan_account Regulus is reborn as draco malfoys younger brother, it changes things

the longest year of my life by Kris678 draco gets his hands on kinda sorta not really ressurection stone and talks to Regulus

Snitched by mischiefwrappeddreams regulus has a crusssshhh (jegulus)

Danger By Day But You’re Evil In The Night by JBlackLupinMalfoy mmmm okay so this was a bit tagled one, starts with Dark As Fuck Regulus who Sees the Light after his revenge plot fails (not that he felt any satisfaction from it). bdsm jegulus

Cheap-Ass Screw-Top Rosé by mischiefwrappeddreams ♥♥♥♥♥ jegulus

unremarkable days. by sadgorl sirius is falling on his face waging a legal war against his abusive parents for traumatised regulus' custody. He doesn't have time to date a recovering-from-abusive-relationship Remus. it's not like either of them can stay away tho

Can't We Be Seventeen? by Dancersock for FlowerB James wants to tell his friends he¨s dating Regulus, Regulus is scared and gets a little nasty. angst but also cute

Snakeface by Mr_Customs_Man a prank goes WRONG and... there's a noncon-ish orgy

Observer by shyfoxling Sirius observes Severus fucking Regulus and wishes it could be him

Black Out by ThinLine_Archivist OotP Snape and Sirius fuck and talk about Regulus

[felixsslutwife]

lixies song of the day #19

this song hits different when ur feeling sad, nostalgic, reminiscing or missing someone

its also rlly good for skater girl stuff n riding skateboards/bikes/scooters esp in a sunset

[clementine-writes-things]

(Don't have a good title for this yet)

Summary: Edward finds himself in Arkham after being found out by Gordon. During his time in the asylum, he finds himself having an admirer. Let's just say the admiration is one-sided. THIS IS THE FIRST PART. ITS SHORT BECAUSE I WANT TO SEE IF YOU GUYS LIKE IT.

Content Warning: Explicit language, mentions of homophobia, parental neglect, trauma, sexual assault, gender dysphoria. Reader is in late 20's like Edward, Autistic!Reader, Hyper!Reader. Reader is AFAB. Reader is non-binary. Pronouns for reader are they/them. Reader presents feminine. Idrk how to explain it, but because of the readers trauma, they are very hyper and sometimes immature. They still act like an adult, but they feel safer just being spontaneous yk? Lol. Also, y/n gets in trouble a lot because of their hyper nature. I really wanted to make the asylum like an actually asylum. Like when they thought they could cure gayness lmao. Edward is an asshole at first and basically their relationship is like if Edward found a dog in a cardboard box on the street. He doesn't want a dog, but he feels a need to take care of it. Ykwim? Lol. PLEASE DONT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THESE THINGS!

Here is an idea of y/n's personality/background:

Hyper

Has adhd and autism

SA victim

Parental issues raised in abusive household

in arkham for multiple murders

PTSD

you'll figure out the rest hehe...

(Ya'll I cooked so hard making this character. I fear I ate and left no crumbs.)

Songs for inspiration:

mos thoser - food house (this song is basically what y/n's thoughts sound like)

LET ME SEE YA MOVE! - Lumi Athena

Daddy Issues - The Neighbourhood

Cinnamon Girl - Lana Del Rey

YKWIM - Yot Club

Bag of Bones - Mitski

Pretty When You Cry - Lana Del Rey

Dumbest Girl Alive - 100 Gecs

The Lobotomy - Maebi

Ptolemaea - Ethel Cain

Murder in My Mind - Kordhell

READ BELOW CUT

Wails and screams echoed off of the cold walls of the 'recreational room'. If one could even call it that. Even when it is bright and sunny outside in the middle of the day, it still felt cold and dark in the room. In the entirety of the asylum. The rec room is sectioned off from the hallway by a chain-link fence. It did a great job at making the inmates feel like wild animals. Sure, a lot of them did horrible things, but they were still human and still had mental illnesses. Even a sofa would be nice. Just a little more comfortability.

"Hi!" A voice chimed.

Edward looked towards the direction of the voice, breaking him out of his thoughts. He had just been put in Arkham around a week ago. If he wasn't insane already, he definitely was after being here. The food here was disgusting, he was almost convinced that it was just sewer sludge. And the rooms were nothing to write home about. The pillows were flat and as stiff as a rock. Which, Edward never knew was possible. But hey, it is Gotham after all.

"What do you want?" He huffed.

The person who had come up to him looked to be a young girl, around his age. Maybe two or three years younger.

"Well, I heard about ya before you came to Arkham! You like riddles and the color green, right?" The girl asked excitedly.

He raised an eyebrow, but nodded.

"That's a very simple way of saying that I nearly blew up Gotham Central Train Station, framed Jim Gordon for the murder of Officer Pinkney, and murdered 3 people, 1 accidentally. But sure. Yes, I like riddles and the color green."

"That's cool! My favorite color is pink because it reminds me of flowers and cotton candy. Do you like cotton candy? I loved cotton candy as a kid. Not so much anymore but if someone gave me some cotton candy and said 'Here, have some cotton candy.' I would definitely eat it!" She rambled.

Edward stared at her, a look of annoyance and surprise on his face. He never knew someone could talk so fast in all his life, without even taking a breath either.

"Uh huh...yeah cotton candy is great I love getting cavities. Who are you?" He asked, genuinely curious.

"I'm Y/n!" Y/n stuck out their hand.

Edward rolled his eyes, grabbing y/n's hand and shaking it. He found their hyper nature to be irritating.

"Charmed. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to get back to reading my newspaper." He said.

Y/n frowned slightly, but nodded. Silently, they sat across the table from him, looking over both of their shoulders. A lot of the inmates here didn't like y/n. Like most people, they got annoyed with how hyper they were. But, y/n couldn't help it. That's just how they were. Edward noticed how y/n sat across from him and he groaned mentally. He couldn't get a moment of alone time anywhere in this place. After a few moments, the gate to the rec room squeaked. Turning around, y/n saw Prof. Hugo Strange. They immediately put their head down and covered it with their arms, as if they thought they were hiding. Edward looked up, noticing this. He narrowed his eyes and raised an eyebrow.

"Y/n, you know I can see you." Hugo stated blankly.

Y/n shook their head from underneath their arms. Small groans and whimpers could be heard, albeit muffled. Hugo rolled his eyes.

"Don't make this difficult y/n. You know we have to do therapy sessions every day."

"No, I don't want to.." They mumbled softly.

Hugo scoffed and snapped his fingers, pointing down to y/n. Within a matter of seconds, two guards grabbed y/n's shoulders and yanked them off of the bench. Y/n let out a blood curdling scream, kicking their legs in the air. Edward's eyes widened and he sat in his spot, unsure of what to do or say.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME! DON'T FUCKING T-TOUCH ME!" They screamed.

Edward watched as the guards dragged y/n out of the rec room and down the hall. The entire time y/n was kicking and screaming, tears welled in their eyes. Hugo clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"Such a troubled young girl. You'll have to excuse her behavior. She's even more insane than you, Mr. Nygma."

Without another word, Hugo left the rec room, closing and locking the gate behind him. Edward scoffed at the very thought of Hugo thinking he was insane. But, he was also curious as to why he said y/n was more insane. From what he had seen, y/n was just a hyper person. Nothing insane about that. Even though he had just met y/n, he was very curious about what was happening. Call it morbid curiosity. Edward looked back down towards his newspaper, skimming over the headlines, frowning as he saw Jim Gordon on it.

Some time had passed after y/n left the rec room. Well, taken is probably a more appropriate word. It had been around 45 minutes give or take. Edward had gotten his lunch from the cafeteria, now sitting in his specific spot in the rec room. Hearing chuckling, he looked up from his....mush. Two guards, seemingly the same ones who took y/n, were walking towards the rec room. Opening the gate, they pushed y/n in and locked it afterwards. Swiftly, they walked away.

"Another session, another lesson! Has y/n learned from her past transgressions?" One of the inmates chuckled.

Y/n mumbled, sitting on the ground. Slowly, they stood up, legs shaky. Face stained with tears. Ignoring the inmate, y/n looked around, seeing that everyone in the room had lunch. Sighing they looked towards Edward, eyes widening and a small smile spreading on their face. They sat down across from him and looked at him, despite what happened in the past 45 minutes, y/n's eyes were bright. Edward took a bite of his food and looked up at y/n. He was curious, he was always curious. Bags were under y/n's eyes, obvious tear stains on their cheeks. He decided not to ask about it. He barely knew y/n. And he didn't want to know.

Y/n remained silent the whole time, not saying a word. It was as if all the energy they had earlier was drained from them. Edward found this to be very peculiar. He glanced down at the table, realizing y/n had no food.

"Where's your lunch?" He asked merely out of curiosity.

"I don't get food if I don't cooperate. Hugo says it rewards bad behavior." They said blankly, as if it was the most obvious thing.

Edward froze mid bite, placing his fork down on the tray. He stared at y/n, waiting for them to say it was a joke. But they never said that. He rubbed his temples with his fingers, groaning. Rolling his eyes he grabbed his bread roll and held it out. Y/n stared at him, not understanding. He groaned even louder.

"Just take it." He ordered.

Y/n softly grabbed the bread and looked at him again, slowly eating the bread. Edward started to eat again, noticing that y/n's legs were swinging underneath the table. Once y/n finished eating, they began to fidget.

"Thank you.."

~~~

[anomaly-hivemind]

Sweater Holders|| Tanjiro x Inosuke

Chapter Three, Chapter Five

Warnings: Aged-Up Characters, Alternate Universe Angst, Bottom!Inosuke, Breeding, College!Au, Cuddles, Douma, Fluff, Gae, Himbos, MDNI, Mental Comfort, Mutual Pining, Potential Gore, Top!Tanjiro, Virgin, Biting, Body Worship, Bottom, Eventual Smut, Friends to Lovers, if you know you know, Inotan, Teacher!Muzan, Slowburn, Smut, Tanjiro'S BigAssForehead, Top

Chapter Four

YKWIM? - Yot Club, this weird call i received last night - knonzzz

Inosuke's mind was a flurry of emotions. Since yesterday, he felt his heart beating a mile a minute. He had never felt like that before and found himself more distracted.

Inosuke tried to focus as he practiced his routine, his eyes locking onto the ornate red tapestry Tengen had hung up in the dance studio. 

That red is nice, even if the vase is ugly, Inosuke thought as he turned.

"The color sorta looks like-"

Before he could finish his thought, he was cut off by his instructor Tengen Uzui making his grand entrance as he does every day.

"It is I, the God of Flashiness and Festivals! Tengen Uzui! Those were very flashy pirouettes, Inosuke. Are you excited for the upcoming showcase?"

"Yeah, sure," Inosuke replied before starting from the top.

Well, that's not his usual demeanor, Tengen thought. Tengen looked over to his wives, assistant instructors for the class, for any clue about what could be happening. They shrugged before walking away to ready themselves for when the rest of the class arrived.

Inosuke did his set slow, his body moving methodically to the beat of the music. His every movement felt less calculated as the music went on. He wasn't messing up any of the motions, but he wasn't putting in the same effort as the days before.

"Inosuke, can you come here for a moment," Tengen called, waving him over as the song died in the background.

"Yes,"

"Are you not feeling well today?" Tengen asked, his brows furrowed in concern.

"I'm good, "

"You sure? You can talk to me if you need, Inosuke." Tengen patted his back lightly.

"I'm fine, Uzui, sir, just thinking a lot." Inosuke shrugged slightly.

"You're thinking! That's a first," Makio joked aloud.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Inosuke scoffed at her, giving Makio a playful side-eye.

"Oh, nothing." Makio whistled and walked behind Tengen. Suma and Hinatsuru just shook their heads as they listened to the conversation. 

 "Whatever," Inosuke said, rolling his eyes.

"What have you been thinking about, Inosuke?" Hinatsuru voiced softly behind Inosuke.

"I'll tell you whenever I figure it out myself." 

"So you've been thinking but don't know what about." Makio burst into laughter for a second before Hinatsuru hit her in the back of the head.  

 "I'm sure you'll figure it out, whatever it is," Suma called out to Inosuke.

  Inosuke let out a short sigh as he listened to everyone talk. He could deal with what was distracting him later. He couldn't let this strange feeling affect his daily performance in class, or he wouldn't get anything done. He had bigger things to deal with, like the upcoming showcase.

"Why don't you do some stretches, and I'm going to set up the reps I have planned.

"Alright, sensei."

Inosuke walked back to his original area and began doing deep stretches. He grabbed his leg from behind and pulled it up slowly before letting go and doing the other leg. Taking a seat on the floor in a V-shape, he leaned forward between them, his face dusting the floor.

As the tension eased from his muscles, so did the unordinary thoughts in his mind. He could worry about what was making him feel strange later; right now, it was about perfecting his routine for the showcase.

Gradually the others came, and class started. They did their usual warm-ups and then transitioned to practicing their group routine for the showcase.

“That was very good, everyone, don’t forget to practice, and we don’t have class tomorrow,” Tengen said, voice projecting loudly across the room.

“Make sure to get some rest, everyone,” Hinatsuru yelled out to the class as they walked outside the dance room.

Inosuke grabbed his bag out of the cubbies and slumped against the wall. Swiftly reaching around to the deep canvas pockets, he pulled out his water and chugged half the bottle down.

“Hey, I noticed you seem a little spacey today; everything okay?” Inosuke looked up to see one of his classmates, Koyuki Soyama. 

“I’m fine, Soyama, just thinking,” Inosuke said, looking down into his lap.

Koyuki sat beside him, the thin layer of sweat glistening on her pale forehead. “It must be something pretty troubling then; you’ve never been this quiet,”

“I don’t even know, though, and it’s- ugh! It’s pissing me off!”Inosuke scoffs aloud; he hated not being in control of his mind. It made him feel stupid in a way.

“Well, It always helps to talk about it. Why don’t you try explaining to me,” Koyuki said, giving Inosuke a reassuring smile.

Before Inosuke could even get a word out, a voice called for Koyuki from the doorway.

“Ah, Hakuji!” Koyuki exclaimed as she shot up to her feet. “Sorry, Inosuke, I gotta jet, but I hope you feel better.” 

Inosuke groaned before standing up and heading out. Talk out his feelings? Who would wanna listen to his bullshit? He thought. Suddenly his stomach growled. 

“Welp, time for lunch, I guess,” Inosuke said to himself.

As Inosuke exited the building and crossed the courtyard, the icy November breeze blew through his hair. Man, I wish I had a scarf. Inosuke thought as he rubbed the back of his neck, trying to create some heat.

“Hey, Inosuke!” Inosuke looked behind him to see Tanjiro standing with a blond haired boy.

Despite the cold late fall air Inosuke’s ears burned furiously like they had caught fire. 

Inosuke jogged over to where Tanjiro and company stood.

“Hey Tangerine” Inosuke waved to Tanjiro. The blond boy gave Tanjiro a confused look before shaking his head. 

“Hello, I'm Zenitsu Agatsuma. Nice to meet you,” he extended his arm out to Inosuke while he waited for the boy to take in a handshake. 

“Inosuke Hashibira,” Inosuke said

“What’s up, Monichi,” Inosuke grabbed Zenitsu’s hand firmly as if he was trying to assert his dominance.

“That’s not even close to what I said it’s Zenitsu,”

“That’s what I said, Zantac!” Inosuke said squeezing Zenitsu’s hand even harder

“That's not even what you said the first time, it’s Zenitsu and you’re gonna crush my hand let go!” Inosuke let go and turned away with a deep, angry frown on his face.

Zenitsu shook his hand furiously, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

“So… Inosuke, Zenitsu and I were just about to get something to eat. Do you wanna come with us?”

Inosuke turned to look at Tanjiro and his heart pounded in his chest. Shit there goes this feeling in my chest again, Inosuke thought.

Well he didn't feel cold anymore with how his body heat was rising.

“Sure,”

Tanjiro smiled at Inosuke’s answer. “Great, hanging out with friends is the best,”

The wind blew harshly, sending a chill down Inosuke’s spine.

“You cold Inosuke? I suppose your clothes aren’t really for cold weather. Do you want my scarf?” Tanjiro asked.

Inosuke looked down at what he was wearing; he was so distracted earlier he had forgotten to change out of his dance outfit, so here he stood in black sweatpants and a navy muscle-tee, with nothing but a fleece and cotton blend to keep warm.

Before he could answer Tanjiro had taken off his scarf and tenderly wrapped it around Inosuke.

“Now you’ll be all nice and cozy, it looks nice.”

Inosuke felt like his guts were in a flurry and his heart was in his throat at the sight of Tanjiro’s warm smile. Heat rose to his face and he promptly turned and started running across the courtyard.

“Wait! Where are you going?” Tanjiro called after him, following suit.

“Huh? Don’t leave me behind!” Zenitsu cried as he ran after the other boys.

They ran after Inosuke until he abruptly stopped. Tanjiro and Zenitsu caught up, stopping behind him.

“Are- you- cr- ugh crazy!? What the hell man!” Zenitsu said tiredly, his hands on his knees and chest heaving.

“Where are we?” Tanjiro asked, his breaths visible in the crisp air, while he looked at his surroundings. 

“A restaurant,” Inosuke said promptly before walking in.

They both looked at Inosuke like he had two heads, he looked completely normal like he didn't just take off running a minute ago. They shrugged to each other before walking inside.

The inside was decorated fairly traditionally, with warm colors that invited you in and made you feel welcome.

“This reminds me of my grandma’s house,” Zenitsu pointed out.

There was a decent amount of people eating but it wasn’t crowded. Walking up to the young woman working at the reception table.

“Table for three please,” Tanjiro gave the woman a warm smile.

“Right this way,” she walked from behind the front desk and led them to one of the booths. 

“Hear you are a server will be right with you,”

“Thank you,” Tanjiro said before sliding in next to Inosuke.

“Ozaki tell the old lady I say hey,” Inosuke called out before the young hostess walked off.

“Inosuke, I don't think you should call anyone an old lady, that's rude.”

“It’s fine, I know the old bat that owns the place.” Inosuke shrugged as he looked back at the two boys.

“Who are you calling an old Bat!” A loud smack came down onto Inosuke as the older woman appeared out of nowhere.

“Ow that hurt! I didn’t mean to call you an old bat, I meant to call you an old lady.” She grabs the end of his ear and pulls him close to her height.

“That’s the same thing. You should be ashamed, this is how you treat your grandma!” The woman said chopping Inosuke over the head.

“Grandma?” Tanjiro and Zenitsu both exclaimed in shock.

[thanksforthedinosaur]

january 2024

czarface - blast off

dijahsb - how r u

masta ace & marco polo - life music

layfullstop - slow fashion

nyck caution - gunshy

wale the sage - bleue

rapsody - asteroids

kris the $pirit - tswiw

the doppelgangaz - oh my

mindsone - changeling - shapeshifter

de la soul - lovely how i let my mind float

isatta sheriff - rhyme traveller

benaddict - make time as nothing

noname - hold me down

beam - fu

earthgang - flavors of karma

roshin - technicolor

tobi - all night long

connor price - trendsetter

nas - i love this feeling

aesop rock - vititus

donutman - exhibit

soulchef - sunshine

atmosphere - don't mind me

scribe - dreaming

busta rhymes - luxury life

2 chainz - transparency

tkay maidza - love and other drugs

dizzy fae - backseat

jgrrey - theirs13

teni - ybgfa

shay lia - atterrissage

yuna - cyanide

keiynan - triggered

milkoi - skyblue poem

muroki - middle ground

tems - not an angel

arctic lake - fool

holliday howe - miss molly cuddle

saranghae - nevercameback

omniboi - marathon

she loves boon - have a good time

laura elliott - t-shirt

etta marcus - snowflake suzie

nep - fender

david am - what was isn't now

kc rae - bathroom floor

smol fish - sweet taste

packs - abalone

lydia luce - saline

babebee - butterfly 나비

katie pham & the moonbathers - stay inside

arlo parks - i'm sorry

sophie meiers - mutt

field medic - silver girl

addy - carousel

daffo - good god

allie - churning out glitter

leith ross - (you) on my arm

katy kirby - party of the century

bambina - boys who run

liza anne - thank you for your time

yot club - lauren

far caspian - own

tessa rae - someone i know

olivia barton - big sad

ethan tasch - tetherball

grace gardner - surround sound

siv jakobsen - small

haley heynderickx - how does the horse go home?

meg smith - …but i'd miss you too much! (sad girl version)

lexi jayde - worried (demo)

salem ilese - whiplash

tate mcrae - we're not alike

flowerovlove - next best exit

oston - molly.

lauren sanderson - she loves me, she loves me not

dove cameron - sand

cassie marin - could be ours

lolo zouaï - lava lamp

ayleen valentine - anesthetized

lyn lapid - cross ur mind

ko aka koala - sorry in advance (chill version)

new age doom - there is no end

eliza mclamb - mythologize me

emily yacina - nothing lasts

gabby's world - magnify

chastity belt - hollow

soft streak - cruel

wombo - slab

gulfer - clean

sweet pill - chewed up

yurufuwa gang - wash up brain

sjowgren - newrules

green day - look ma, no brains!

dolly parton - heart of glass

motel raphaël - play nice

dora jar - puppet

loony - nothing else feels the same

kimbra - la type

rina sawayama - flavour of the month

lilyisthatyou - siren

tiger darrow - nice girls

tash - lemonade

anni hung - 長大是一瞬間的事 - 電影《夢遊樂園》主題曲

leah dou - monday

linion - the shadow

chelmico - question

taeyeon - nightmare

heize - picnic of night

red velvet - knock knock (who's there?)

slow magic - acceptance

[literalite]

tagged by @verthu @moodnamars @kashisun id fight god for u guys i hope u kno that

fav color?: black and sunflower yellow✌️

currently reading?: rereading vicious (ve schwab) and also rereading time is a mother (ocean vuong).. i fear i am not the best at reading new things

last song you listened to?: priorities by yot club

last series you watched?: andor which is almost startlingly good for a star wars property

sweet, savory or spicy?: sweet then savory then spicy im sorry for my white mans tongue 😭😭

craving?: honestly a drink of water would be nice idk

tea or coffee?: coffee i fear.. however milk tea >

working on: sorting out my life and also the new dgwicf save 😭😭

i tag fuck dude i dunno i feel like everyones done this already. if u wanna do it just say i tagged u as well idk

[sundersaint]

Soul Crushing Soukoku Playlist

die for you - joji

young god - halsey

talk me down - troye sivan

feeling like the end - joji

coming down - halsey

W.D.Y.W.F.M? - the neighborhood

slow dancing in the dark - joji

too good - troye sivan

idfc - blackbear

you get me so high - the neighborhood

no fun - joji

fools - troye sivan

hold me down - halsey

a little death - the neighborhood

yeah right - joji

ease - troye sivan

romantic homicide - d4vd

YKWIM? - yot club

attention - joji

hot sugar - glass animals

i walk the line - halsey

do i wanna know? - artic monkeys

the quiet - troye sivan

glimpse of us - joji

hurricane - halsey

bite - troye sivan

dissolve - joji

control - halsey

happy little pill - troye sivan

leaving tonight - the neighborhood

R.I.P. - joji

[lovestruck-driver]

What is it you most desire? A thing I realised upon finishing my final English essay this semester

Me, I want to be able to slow down without consequences

I want to be able to go at my own pace, fly like a hawk or crawl like a tortoise. I don't want to go for a walk, stop, take some pictures and continue, I want to stop without consequences.

I want to not rush everything, not to be haunted by imminent deadlines, not have to break the sound barrier just so I can be somewhere on time.

I want more time! More time to live, more time to love, more time to laugh, more time to spend with my family, whom I sometimes feel like have become a mere fog in the distance. I wanna go to events I like. I want to cook good, I want to exercise, I want to read...

"That's easy, just do it" but I can't, to live this slow life requires you to have the available time and money, but if I allow myself the time, my school will fall aside, so I won't pass, I'll have to settle for a job that won't allow me time just so I can pay for things. Or if I want to have the money to spend, I'll have no time for myself. And if I want to pass, I can't go to work or be myself.

Why does life always have to be about priorities. Why do I always have to choose, why do I get a headstart in life yet fuck it up moments later..

EVERY

SINGLE

TIME

Life doesn't feel alive anymore

I want to pause the rat race, and walk not run...

THIS FUCKING SUCKS

[jadeofblades]

shuichi saihara for the ask game!

weeee

favorite thing about them

Lots,, but to pick one thing I'd say his growth in the game. The way he manages to let go of his anxieties for the most part be fight for what's right to him is so !!!!!! yes girl go off! least favorite thing about them

He's a little mean sometimes,, particularly during times its not necessary but yknow, felt that sometimes tbh. favorite line

"The pain in my heart is real! The sadness I feel when I lose the people I love is real! I won't forgive this game that treats us like toys. And if this is what the world wants...then I reject that world! I'll fight the world that inflicts suffering for entertainment!" THE EMOTIONS ARE SO,,, GOD,,,,,,, YES brOTP

Hmmm perhaps Saimeno (him with Himiko), they are sillays together! OTP

Saigoku,, saimota,, saigokumota, heha nOTP

Saiouma,,,,,,, sorry not sorry but I just cannot see it at All random headcanon

Agender He/She swag unpopular opinion

Sassy shuichi is good, yall are just too scared to write him as anything that isn't baby soft stutter boy song i associate with them

Hmmm hard to choose! maybe YKWIM? by Yot Club? favorite picture of them

bros gorgeous, what more can i say?

[cringengl]

I NEED a byler fic or edit to Fly Out West by Yot Club idc if I've talked about it before because omg the song works so well and it's so angsty so I'm going to talk about it again (also it's just a good song lol)

OK so it's literally called 'Fly Out West' which is what Mike does at the start of s4 and it's really great for early s4 angst.

Former romantic partner can be easily exchanged for former best friend if you consider how the lack of communication whilst Will is on California would make them feel- especially when Mike says how he felt like he was losing Will.

Here are the lyrics:

I feel like it could so easily be Mike's pov on the first screenshot and Will' pov on the second.

"Hope you've been all good heard you've found a brand new home" obviously Mike thinking about Will in California and how Hawkins isn't the same without him.

But then it goes "you're all I dream about" which is serious Mike pretending in rink o mania to ignore Will only to be focusing on how Will is supposedly sabotaging the whole day vibes.

And then the line "take it from me, I'm too dumb to recognise your doubt" reminds me so much of Finn calling Mike clueless and asking him to just pay attention a bit more about how maybe the painting isn't for a girl that Will likes....

"Tell me how you live so easily young and naive" again reminds me of how Mike originally thinks the painting is for a girl Will likes and suggests that Will isn't going through the sake sexuality struggle Mike is as Mike thinks Will is straight.

"I can't heal you" is literally Mike's feelings of helplessness throughout the series.

Then because this song is so exceptionally bylet coded, I love thinking about the second half of the song being from Will's pov even though it's almost the exact same lyrics as Mike has.

"I think you fake that smile that's on your face" is literally Will watching Mike and El at rink o mania as although he thinks that mleven is all in love or whatever, he also knows his best friend and how El is lying to him about her bullies.

And then of course "you're all I dream about" WILL LITERALLY MAKES A BIG PAINTING WITH A MASSIVE RED HEART ON IT!!! Mike is all he dreams about :((

"I'm too dumb to recognise your doubt" Will doesn't understand the relationship issues in mleven and doesn't know that Mike hasn't said I love you yet.

And then the "tell me how you live so easily young and naive" is obviously about how Will thinks that Mike isn't going through the same sexualith crisis he is and is just enjoying his heterosexual relationship.

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Perfect Sunday ✨🪴