#fix you is just THIS family's anthem

[the-ghost-gardren]

you know its bad when you're thinking about your ocs and 'fix you' comes on and you almost start crying because

'fuck man yeah i wish all these bad things didn't happen to you goddd' <- made it happen to them

[etfrin]

❝ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ❞ — chapter one | coriolanus snow

「ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ:」 SFW | Coriolanus is his own warning, elitism

「ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ:」 young! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader

「ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:」 Coriolanus finds out the plint prize won't be his, at least for now but the district twelve girl belongs to him

「ᴀ/ɴ:」 here's the first chapter ;)) hope you like it?! Remember to give feedback guys! And beta read by @nowitsmissing

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previous : prologue

Coriolanus Snow wakes up to his grandmother singing the Panem national anthem. He quickly takes a shower, trying to ignore the squeaks of rats in his bathroom. He rubs himself clean, turning his skin red from the raw scrubbing. He stops as his fingers brush on the scar tissue he has on his wrist.

He takes a deep breath, not letting his mind wander off to you. It's the reaping day. It's the plinth prize. A prize he was going to win. You were of no importance today, or ever for that matter.

But still, he can't help but imagine that the date was etched on his skin. The numbers were written with ink darker than the night, now all that remained was an ugly scar that gave him a nastier remainder.

He shakes himself out of it. His hands grab a towel to dry himself. He fixes his curls, trying to make them as stylish as possible. He has a reputation to keep up after all. Thankfully, today wasn't one of the days in which his eye bags were obvious, the hollow of his cheeks too obvious due to lack of food.

He looked surprisingly healthy like any privileged Capitol citizen would look like.

He gets out of the bathroom to go to his grandma’ams. He gives her a note on her singing of the national anthem before asking her where Tigris is. Just on cue, Tigris bursts in.

Her voice was excited, her face all smiles. She hands him a shirt, his dad's old dress shirt renewed with tesserae buttons. He wore it, letting his cousin rant about the process of it all. Even though he had no interest in listening, it was a thank you in his way.

He pins the rose given to him on his shirt. Teasing his family members about new dresses and chocolates. He was going to win the Plinth Prize, nobody could take this away from him. It was his right.

In the academy, he chats with his inner circle. Making snide comments about Sejanus and his Ma. That's when you come in, a drink in your hand. Your eyebrows are raised as you look at Arachne with barely hidden disgust.

Fuck, you looked stunning in your dress. He has to dig his nails into his palm to remind himself not to stare. Why are you torturing him by being so pretty? You're just a district girl, you had no business having such beauty.

“Tell us who won,” Arachne said with her haughty voice, “Your boy toy surely would have spoiled it by now.” You laugh in response.

A small giggle escapes your lips. You don't take offense by having Sejanus being called your boy toy. Coriolanus wants to furrow his eyebrows from your reaction. Were you and Sejanus dating? No way in hell. Even if you're district, you're better than Sejanus in every way. He wants to scowl at the implications.

(You're his, his, his)

“I wouldn't dare ruin his big day, Arachne,” Sejanus's voice rings out instead, him standing behind you. His arm around your shoulder. “People may not like my father but they do love his money. Surely you can relate?” Sejanus grins.

“Funny,” Arachne replied with a sneer.

You rolled your eyes, “Don't be mean, Sej.” You sip your drink and Coriolanus’ eyes can't help but follow the movement of your tongue poking out to lick your lips clean of the drink. His eyes also glare at Sejanus's hand on your shoulder, a part of him wishing he could break his arm.

You turn to Coriolanus. “Nice shirt,” you comment with a smile, and Snow can tell it's more genuine than anything you flashed at the rest of your classmates. He feels himself flush at the compliment. Not even stopping you even though he should because why should your dirty hands touch him? But he doesn't stop you when your fingers reach out to delicately touch the red rose pinned to his shirt.

“Such a beautiful flower,” you mutter in fascination, “and fresh too.” You tear away a rose petal, crushing the poor thing between your fingers, the tip of your fingers turning red.

He watched, no thoughts in his mind but he knew he should be offended. It has been ten years of your behavior he had endured, yet not once could he open his mouth to insult you.

How weak had you turned him since day one. If anyone knew, he would be ruined.

“Did you have to do that?” Clementia frowns, “Flowers are significant to the Snows.'' You only smirk in reply to Clementia. “I see,” you comment, before taking Sejanus's hand in yours.

You begin to walk away but Snow sees you turn around for a split second. Your eyes meet his and your lips form a word. Sorry. He mouths back, ‘ It's fine. ’

You smile at him and turn back, walking towards the chair where the top 24 seniors are supposed to sit, waiting for the announcement. You had let go of Sejanus’ hand by then, letting relief fall over Coriolanus.

Coryo's fingers rub the scar tissue over the fabric of his shirt. It was going to be fine. Over the years, both of you have grown up a lot. Despite having district blood, you consider yourself Capitol more than Sejanus did. You had adjusted first, and even if your peers didn't accept you, their families were certainly charmed by you during the galas.

You were smarter than Sejanus. You were better than Sejanus. Certainly, you couldn't be compared to the Capitol citizens, but you were worthy in Coriolanus' eyes. That doesn't mean he accepts you as his soulmate. That's something that won't ever change, however, the pride he felt towards you is something he couldn't control.

Coriolanus sits between you and Sejanus. He liked the fact that he was in between like a border neither of you should cross. Sejanus whispered to him, his voice grating but Coriolanus heard what he said.

“I know you had high hopes for this,” he whispered, “But there won't be no Plinth Prize. Not today.”

Coriolanus freezes as he hears what Sejanus means. What does he mean by no Plinth Prize? Never in history is that possible. Sejanus must have been mistaken. That's it because otherwise, everything in Coriolanus Snows’ life would go to hell.

However, Sejanus wasn't a liar nor did he make a mistake. Dean Highbottom soon revealed that the 10th annual Hunger Games and the mentor who won will win the prestigious prize Coriolanus needs. Livia Cardew, the girl he loathed, got someone from district one. Sejanus, the lucky bastard, had gotten someone in district two.

You had gotten the boy from district twelve. Someone named Jessup. The boy was healthy, fit, someone who could win under your guidance. Anger blooms in Coriolanus' chest, he tries hard to control the urge to not throw a chair at Dean Highbottom.

Even God wouldn't be so petty as the dean is. For reasons unknown why. The district twelve girl was his. Lucy Gray Braid.

Her makeup is jarring, she was wearing a dress that reminded him of clowns if they used more colors than red and white. The only thing good about her was how she captured attention despite the fact she had already insulted Snow by creating a facade in the reaping.

You can't take my sass

You can't take my talkin'

You can kiss my ass!

He looked at you when he heard the last part. A part of him craved your reaction, surely out of everyone, you wouldn't mock his tribute. You were district yourself after all. You wouldn't mock your people.

What Coriolanus Snow forgot was that you were his soulmate. And in no way the fates would allow his lover to be a saint, an angel as he had hoped for. You were anything but.

You had cruel amusement gleaming in your eyes. A smile of triumph on your lips as if you're sure that you will win the Hunger Games and not him. You turn to him, your eyes hiding the cruelty. You lean forward and Coriolanus counts to ten in his head so his eyes don't fall on your lipstick-stained lips.

“May the best man win,” you whispered, a smirk on your face, filled with the mockery all too familiar like the rest of his peers.

He was going to fucking show you.

“And hereby I declare the beginning of the 10th annual Hunger Games. May the odds be in your favor,” Dr. Gaul's voice calls out to the students.

Odds will be in his favor, whether it be willing by the Lord or his brute force.

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[saintslewis]

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

— drabble.

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x black fem!reader

summary: the sun shined on the man himself, the one to break records, the one to raise the golden trophy.

warnings: outfit links, cussing, loads of happy tears, suggestive themes.

saint’s team radio 🪩: lewis mf hamilton won his 104th so you knowwwwwww i had to do it. thank you all for 1k and this is just the start of the celebration. congratulations to my husband 🥳 tags down below! (i put nads in the header but shhhhh)

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Tying your shoelaces, you stood up straight and looked at yourself in the mirror. Fidgeting around with your hair and jewellery, you took several breaths to calm yourself down.

The previous day, Lewis took p2 for qualifying. It’s a well known fact that Silverstone is his playground but anything could happen, this race could go any which way and that’s what scared you the most.

“Should I take a jacket?” You called out to Lewis who was in his closet, most likely picking out his jewellery. “It won’t get too cold but I’ll take one for you.” He spoke, stepping out of the closet in his red ensemble, donning different types of pearls this time around and his black timbs shining.

Your eyes fell to his silhouette in your peripheral view and you turned your head so that your gaze fell upon him. He looked good, his head was high as he strode into the room with a special aura around him. You were always someone who had faith in anything Lewis does on track, no matter the place he finishes the race in, often treating a P7 like a podium.

The past two and a half years have been incredibly tough on Lewis and his mental health, often bringing himself down in the expense of his team’s terrible strategies. Finding it hard to wake up each and every day with a pained smile on his face whenever he walked into any paddock around, he knew he had his family as his biggest cheerleaders. Including you. In your wedding vows, he acknowledged how eternally grateful he was for you even after all the hardships he endured.

“Are we seriously matching?” Your shoulders dropped once you realised you were both wearing red. “I don’t know, I find it cute.” He smiled, giving you a wink and a pat on the ass before walking out of the room. Shaking your head, you fixed up your appearance before reaching for your handbag and you were out of the house in the nick of time. Confirming the logistics of bringing Roscoe along, you hopped in the same SUV and headed off to the track.

SILVERSTONE CIRCUIT

You poorly underestimated the weather that Silverstone would bring but as your husband promised, you had a jacket around your shoulders since the weather was predicted to change during the race. As nervous as you were, you walked and spoke with pure confidence.

Ever since you stepped in the paddock, eyes never strayed from the Hamilton family, more than usual. You had brushed it off and stayed in the garage along with your in-laws, your arms were around Willow’s shoulders as the national anthem concluded and teams were ready to start the race.

“Hopefully we’ll hear that again.” Carmen smiled at you as she took her seat next to you. “I’m hoping for a trophy lift of some sort.” You returned the smile and placed Willow on your lap as you sat down.

Anthony had appeared on screen, standing by Lewis with a straight face while looking at his son fix his balaclava. Anyone with eyes knew the energy that exuded from the 5 second clip, that was Lewis’ dad knowing that his son was not going to finish lower than P4.

You had already given him good luck hugs and kisses but your hands were still shaking because you knew anything could happen. Your heart calmed when your eyes landed on the crowd across the track and how so many of them were there to cheer for Lewis. Seas of the neon yellow your husband donned were strategically positioned in front of his garage and you could feel the support from your seat.

From lap 20, you couldn’t sit still but you tried your best to keep your seat as he stayed within the top 4. The beast that was the w15 was swiftly moving across the track and never slid even when the rain appeared.

George’s car rolled in the car after it was announced that he would retire from the race and your heart slightly sank although it made you slightly happy. The drivers behind Lewis weren’t exactly kind when it came to fighting for the number one spot but they hadn’t raced against Lewis in a long time so they were messing up strategies left right and centre as Lewis drove.

He was reminding people who the fuck he was in real time.

By the time the McLarens and the singular Ferrari had pitted by lap 44, you knew Lewis had this win or at least second place but your husband doesn’t exist to be second. You stood from your seat and joined Anthony at the edge of the garage, your right hand on your chest as your breaths became quicker with your left hand on your hip.

Tears prickled your eyes as Lewis stayed the race leader and as lap 52 began, a tear of joy slid down your face with the pit team already climbing the fence right next to the finish line. The crowd’s cheers overpowered that of Mercedes’ garage as the sun shined on his car, the top of his helmet glowing.

“Oh my God!” You screamed, your hands flailing about as your father in law celebrated next to you and eventually brought you into a bear hug. A wave of different emotions came over you as you tried to catch your breath and you were able to compose yourself as cameras came rushing to the garage.

Walking with your in laws to parc femme, you watched Lewis park the car and wrap the flag around his shoulders, the crowd cheering even louder than before. He embraced his father and you could see his shoulders slightly bouncing and your heart was pounding at the thought of him crying under the helmet. Eventually prepping himself for his post-race interview, he ran over to where you stood with his family.

His eyes caught your tearful ones just after he let go of his mom’s face. The smile that spread across his face was pure joy and his eyes held so much warmth even though he was a few meters from you. He quickly strode to you and you opened your arms to lock around his neck.

“I’m so proud of you, my love. So proud.” Your voice shook as you moved to hold his face. “I love you.” He said, kissing your forehead and blinked away the tears threatening to fall from his eyes. “I love you so much, thank you.” He repeated, squeezing your waist a little then let go of you. Before you could respond, Lewis sent back a smile as he had to continue the interviews.

The podium was as magical as the win itself, drops of the champagne landed on you as he sprayed the crowd but you didn’t mind. Anything to see him smile like he had on that podium.

-

“King of Silverstone, huh?” You smiled as you walked out of the bathroom clad in a silk robe with a surprise hidden underneath. Lewis looked up from his phone, his back against the headboard. Just like the morning before, his gaze fell on your body and he could not take his eyes off you.

He quickly glanced at the time, the digital clock reading 4 am and he thought you two would be utterly exhausted after his celebration party but you had proved him wrong. You sashayed onto the bed and sat next to him with your knees underneath you, his head following you throughout.

“You have no idea how much you mean to me.” Lewis spoke, itching to touch you as his eyes wandered to the cleavage your silk robe displayed as you sat close to your husband. “I’m so proud of you, my love. Never giving up and staying strong throughout everything you went through is admirable.” You praised, your hand at the back of his head with your nails lightly scratching his nape. Although you could tell he was not paying attention.

“Lewis?”

“Hm?”

“Did you hear anything I said?” You chuckled and his eyes finally connected with yours. “Uh…yeah.” He tried to give you an answer but his eyes were then glued on your glossy lips.

Smiling at your husband’s actions, you reached for the knot of the robe and slowly began untying it. “Since today is your day,” Sliding off the soft material of your shoulders, you continued. “You can do whatever you want to me.” Your words were soft yet seductive.

“Anything?” Lewis questioned.

“You deserve it, Sir.”

saint’s notes: i did NAWT mean to take this long with this, oh em gee. i hope you guys love it and yes, i’m still living off the high from July 7th 🫶🏽

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[samdeancass]

My Reason For Everything

Requested by Anonymous

Pairing: Randy Orton x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Randy, Y/N

Description: Y/N is the first person Randy calls to celebrate his win after winning the WWE Championship.

"1,2,3!"

The crowd erupted in a thunderous cheer as Randy, with a victorious roll, emerged from his battle with Triple H. The WWE Championship Belt was finally his. His radiant smile illuminated his face as he rose triumphantly and hoisted the title. "Here stands your winner and the new WWE Champion, Randy Orton!" The crowd's jubilation intensified as his anthem filled the arena. Randy gripped the title over his shoulder and gracefully slipped under the ropes, leaving the ring in a blaze of glory.

Your heart was pounding, your eyes fixed on the television screen as Randy's match unfolded. A mix of anxiety and excitement surged through you as Randy pinned Triple H. "C'mon, baby." "1,2,3!" You leapt from the sofa, a scream of joy escaping your lips. Your man was returning home a champion. Glancing around the room, you spotted your phone on the coffee table, waiting to share this moment with him. 

With trembling fingers, you switched on the screen, ready to dial Randy's contact. But before you could, his name unexpectedly lit up your screen. A high-pitched squeal of anticipation escaped your lips as you eagerly answered the call, your heart racing with excitement.

"Hey, champ. Congratulations! That was amazing!" He chuckled on the other end. "Thank you, baby. I still can't believe it. All the stress and the work I've put in has finally paid off, and it's all thanks to you."

Your brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean? I haven't done anything to help you." He let out a deep sigh, his voice filled with emotion. "You've done everything, my love. Just by being a phone call away, you've been my rock through the toughest times. You've always believed in me, even when I doubted myself. This championship, everything I do, is all for you, my love. You're the reason I won; you gave me the strength to do so. I love you more than words can express."

Tears welled in your eyes at his sweet words. "Randy, I have no words. Just.... thank you. Thank you for fighting for me, for us. I know putting your body through hell every week takes its toll." "It's all worth it for you, darlin'." "I love you, Randy. I can't wait for you to come home; I miss you." He sighed on the other end. "I know; just one more day, and I'll be back with you. Can you hold on 'till then?" "Yeah, anything for you." It was silent for a few seconds before Randy spoke again. "You get some sleep, baby girl, and I'll call you tomorrow, OK?" You nearly began to cry. "OK. I love you, baby." "I love you too." 

You ended the call, went up the stairs, and slipped into bed. You slid over to Randy's side and inhaled his scent. Sometimes, you hate how much he travels because you miss him, but you know he does it all for you and your future family. You lulled yourself off to sleep with the thoughts of you and him reuniting again. 

[freshbakedbreadstick]

No. 1 Party Anthem - Mikey Berzatto x F!Reader - Chapter Ten/FINALE

Past!Mikey Berzatto x F!Reader

Carmy Berzatto x F!Platonic!Reader

Richie Jerimovich x F!Platonic!Reader

Summary: Every single time you were reminded of Mikey, you fled. But this time… you didn’t.

Warnings:  All my fics are 18+ regardless of the content. Heavy spoilers for season 1. Beginning flashback includes sexual activity; breast groping/worship, grinding, quickie that doesn’t happen but comes close to, fingering, reader has a vagina and wants to use it. Mentions of grief, angst, strained relationships, bad coping mechanisms, mental health issues, financial talk. 

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Besties . . . the finale has arrived . Added a little smut flashback as i wanted to showcase more of Reader and Mikey’s dynamic before they passed .  I sweat it is relevant to the plot ! ! 1 ! Anyways im SO psyched for season 3 ! No spoilers though ! As always besties , i hope you all enjoy this last chapter before i continue the next part of the series . Im debating ending it here and not continuing the season 2 series depending on what u all think ! Either way , im happy to make more works (both within and out of this universe) especially now that we have a new season of delicious content . I love u all, have a wonderful day ! (:

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Your teeth caught the skin of your bottom lip, gnawing on the already stinging flesh there as your shaky hands rearranged the bouquet of flowers on the dining table for the 9th time that night. Your fingers shook, skimming over the carefully chosen tablecloth to the empty plates that you adjusted and the silverware that you proceeded to reshine.

It was family meal night and you were worried.

From the kitchen, the smell of roasted garlic and fresh braciole wafted throughout the small apartment, invading your senses as you huffed over the decorations and the presentation of the dining table. 

A head pokes out of the kitchen and through the doorway into the living room to look at you, a growing teasing smile on their face as they watched you flitter over the supposedly crooked plates. 

“Baby, you’re still going at it?”

You whipped your whole body around, wielding the fork you were shining against your chest with wide eyes like a child who got caught with a stolen cookie from the cookie jar. 

His laugh echoed in the apartment, filling the air with the rumbling sound and drowning out the noise of the soft jazz coming from the speakers in the kitchen and living room. 

“Jesus, put the goddamn towel down!”

Your shock melts away, replaced with a loving annoyance that only Mikey could make you feel and appreciate. 

“I swear it was still dirty!”

You turned away, placing the fork carefully down onto its place aside the dinner fork. The fork was then gently nudged to try and match the entire set up perfectly. 

Mikey’s voice echoes from the kitchen as you narrowed your eyes, glaring at the fork that just wouldn’t sit straight, “You're gonna go cross eyed fixing everything for the 200th time in a row.”

But you ignored him, opting to lean over the table and continue to hit the fork with the very tip of your finger, nudging it milimeters to the left and then to the right, but not quite getting it to sit right smack in the middle.

Having grown up around the Berzattos, family meal night became a tradition for you too. Once you became an adult and got your own place, the tradition continued. It was a no brainer for you that this tradition will continue to happen once you and Mikey moved into your own place together.

Well today was that day and boy were you so nervous.

In the kitchen, Mikey poured the finished spaghetti into the ceramic tray you excitedly unpacked and showed him earlier that day, the beautiful hand painted designs on the sides showcasing vines that weaved around it. You claimed it was the most perfect tray to serve family dinner spaghetti in, and Mikey couldn’t help but agree. 

He always seemed to agree when you had that giddy smile on your face.

He gently brushed a bit of the sauce that found its way onto the rim of the tray with his thumb before bringing it up to his lips, sucking the sauce off of it gently. He hummed, satisfied with the sweet and savory taste of the tomatoes and garlic mashing together with the basil. 

With a small sigh, he grabbed the tray and opened the oven, carefully placing it beside all the other food you had prepared together for dinner. He then shut the oven door, humming along with the jazz that played as he left the dishes to keep warm. He then eyed the clock on the wall behind him, seeing that it was about 10 minutes before the guests of the night would arrive.

His large frame stepped away from the kitchen and back to the doorway, listening and watching you bend over the table, growling curses under your breath as the fork refused to straighten out. 

Mikey smirked, moving closer with silent footsteps. He approached you as carefully as possible, slowly adjusting himself so that his hands were hovering over your hips, ready to pounce at the right second. 

Right as you huffed one last time, Mikey clamped his hands on each side of your hips, gripping them tightly as he pressed his body up against your own. You screeched, body jerking forward with his movement and consequently jerking the table and making all your careful table set ups askew with a loud clang.

“Michael Berzatto!” You yelled, voice shrill. 

Mikey just laughed as your body tried to wrestle out of his grip, jerking this way and that. His body was just too strong, overpowering you with his grip as he held you flush against him. He growled playfully under his breath, feeling you inadvertently grind yourself against him. 

 “Sweetheart, you know what you’re doing?” His voice was deep and gravely as he said this, making you still and blush. 

You two were in a honeymoon phase once again now that you got your own place together. The excitement of entering a new phase in your life sent you two in a frenzy of warm, fuzzy emotions… and admittedly hot and shiver inducing emotions too. 

Now that you were frozen in place, Mikey took the opportunity to run his hands up and down your body, feeling the soft fabric of what you wore caress your skin as he ran across it.

“You know… I don’t think we have found the time to christen this new table…” he murmured, lips breathing hot breath right by your ear. 

You shivered, goosebumps running across your skin in an instant. It really did feel like you two were stupid, emotion riddled teenagers again.

“Baby,” your voice came out whinier than you would’ve liked, making you swallow roughly before continuing, “Everyone will be here in a couple minutes and i gotta fix the table-”

You were interrupted with Mikey’s soft shushes as well as the feeling of his hands wandering under your clothes, touch so gentle it was almost unnoticeable if it weren’t for the feel of your clothes getting wrinkled as he pushed them aside.

“I promise i’ll be quick… please baby…” he whispered, pressing a sweet kiss to your ear after. Your self restraint was already wearing thin, and it didn’t help that his hands moved up to grope your breasts. 

His attention was fully on your body now, large, rough hands moving to gently squeeze with your breasts, panting softly as he felt you unconsciously beginning to move your hips against him. 

You couldn’t pretend that the feeling of him didn’t do anything to you. In an instant, you desperately wanted him against you, to touch and tease you in all the ways you loved. But even through a hazy mind, you knew that you didn’t exactly have time to spare. 

Plus, you weren’t sure you could sit through a dinner with his siblings with the memory of what you did on the table freshly on your mind.

“Mikey!” You stuttered, feeling his calloused fingers graze your nipple, making you jump with the way they came to gently pinch them.

All he could do was laugh at your reaction, hips pinning you against the table. 

His hands moved to grip your breasts, warm hands caressing your skin as he gently maneuvered you to bend over the table.

“Please… I'm beggin here babe… just real quick…” he whispered, voice cracking as he spoke. 

Shivering, you were just about ready to give in. You could avoid Sugar’s eyes as she places a vase of flowers on the table, you could tune out when Richie inevitably knocked on the wood and said it was a ‘sturdy table’... right?

As you were rationalizing in your head, you missed the way Mikey slid his hands back, leaving you bent over the table. It was the jingle of his belt buckle that brought you back, the metal clang echoing in the room, the soft jazz music long forgotten. 

“R-real quick? I don’t know…” you breathed out, heart thumping in your ears as you clenched your thighs together. 

You then looked over your shoulder at Mikey. Big mistake.

His pupils were blown wide, making the brown in his eyes look almost black. His eyes were trained on yours, unabashedly staring as he began to pull the zipper to his pants down. He yanked his shirt up a bit, exposing a small peak of the v line of his hips. It was enough to make you gasp and throw all inhibitions out the window.

You didn’t object when one of his hands dipped below his boxers, the other quickly coming to your clothes. As a matter of fact, you actually began to help him, pulling fabric off and away for him. 

He chuckled deeply, ripping his eyes off of yours as he watched you spread your legs. He continued to watch as you arched, whining softly as you exposed the uncomfortable hot and wet heat between your legs. 

You could feel yourself clench against nothing as his free hand began to slide down the skin of your ass cheek and between your legs, thick fingers gently sliding down to gather the wetness on his fingers. They gently circled your aching clit, rubbing smooth, tight circles around it in a way that made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

He growled softly, a grin forming on his face as he watched you lower your head on the table, whining and panting as your eyes shifted in and out of focus. You weren’t even sure what you were looking at anymore, focused on the feeling of his fingers gently teasing around your entrance, enjoying the way your body reacted by gushing out a bit and clenching around nothing.

He moved his hand away from his throbbing cock, using both to grip your back hips up after he noticed your knees slowly making you sag before bringing his thumbs down to spread your outer lips, the cool air making you hiss as it hit the warm slickness.

“What a pretty cunt…” he murmured, eyes trained on your most sensitive spot. 

You just whined in response, brain fogged with lust. 

“Don’t worry baby, i’ll make you cream around my cock real soon…” with that, one of his hands moved away to grab the elastic of his boxers.

But right as he was about to yank it down, the doorbell rang. 

The noise made you both freeze, but it was the knocking that made you both scramble.

“Fucking cockblocks,” he grumbled, making you shush him as you quickly stood up and fixed your clothes.

You just about tripped as the blood rushed to your head. You stood up straight way too fast, stumbling for a brief second before regaining your balance. 

You turned to Mikey, about to tell him to answer the door when you were greeted by the sight of your large boyfriend with his wet fingers now in his mouth, and a giant tent sticking out from his boxers.

“Jesus Christ Mikey! Go fix yourself up!” you hissed, watching him laugh around his fingers. 

“A good chef always has to taste his food!” he said, rushing off to the bathroom right as you grabbed a towel and chucked it at him. 

You could barely fix the table and your clothes before the doorbell rang again, more urgently this time. You rushed to the door, tripping over the rug with a heaving chest. 

Behind it, you could hear Richie and Natalie bicking about knocking on the door and being patient. You quickly yanked the door open, forcing a smile on your lips.

“Hiiiiiii!!!” your and Sugar’s voice melted together, both of you grinning anxiously at each other over what you were doing just moments before. 

Sugar hoped you didn’t hear the steadily growing argument between her and Richie about patience, meanwhile you prayed to every god that existed that none of them could figure out what you were doing seconds prior. 

“Oh my gosh your new place looks amazing!” Natalie gushed, moving to hug you and present the vase of gorgeous flowers she had in her arms.

You quickly cleared your throat, “I know, it’s a miracle we were able to secure it before someone else snatched it up.”

“Hi, hi… place is really nice…” Richie said, smiling softly as he hugged you before crossing the threshold to join Natalie. 

Carmy was the last to go in, pausing to analyze your with those big blue eyes of his for a second before hugging you. 

“Might wanna fix your hair…” he murmured softly, pulling away to go inside.

Dread hit you in an instant. You rushed inside to look in the mirror beside the door, grateful for your choice to place one there. Sure enough, there it stuck out in some places. How the hell it got like that, you didn’t know, but it was close enough to probably look like sex hair.

Mortified, you fixed it before slamming the door shut and turning to the three as they looked around, analyzing the place.

Before you could say anything, Richie rounded the corner with a shit eating grin, “Glad you could all make it to the new place!”

He stared at you as he hugged Sugar, making your eye twitch as you stared at him. 

After saying his hellos, he clapped his hands, “Let’s have some dinner at the sturdy new table we got!”

That first family meal night you and Mikey had in your apartment, you had to change your outfit twice. Once because while you were opening the cans of San Marzano tomatoes, you splashed your shirt with the sauce and the second time because Mikey thought it would be cute to spoon feed you a bit of the tiramisu you made for desert, only to drop cocoa all down your front. 

The entire a cherished memory, that night. And while before the thought would send you into a sobbing episode, today it actually made you smile. 

Probably because while you opened the same cans you were familiar with, you were yanking out wads of cash while you did so. 

But you liked to think it was also because you processed some of the grief too. 

It was cathartic, gently opening the cans open with the can opener only to dig your fingers in to pull a wad of cellophane covered money out, eyes wide and lips parted as you took in sharp inhales of air. 

Tomato sauce was splashed against you in the same way it did on the first family meal night, but this time you didn’t care. You wore that splash proudly as you laughed with everyone, making jokes as you all joined Carmy in opening cans.

Richie stood next to you, gently bringing up a cup of water to your lips and tilting it so you could get a drink as Marcus made a joke about him. You laughed into the cup of water, making it spill a bit as Richie grinned. 

Sydney’s voice made you turn to look at her, eyes wide as she stared at you all.

But you couldn't help but stop and stare at the way her eyes locked with Carmy’s, the two of them exchanging a deep both verbal and silent conversation as everyone else got back to work. 

A small smile spread across your lips, making your heart wrench as you watched them.

You were washing your hands, grinning with Tina before you moved to grab a paper towel. You had long since shed your messy apron and were going to change in the office. Lucky for you, the unconscious habit of packing an extra pair of clothes incase you dirtied your first pair never died, having been drilled into you by Mikey when he first started working at The Beef. 

You swung the office door open, tote bag on your shoulder, as you were greeted by the sight of Carmy, hand raised and about to knock on the door. You jumped a bit, not expecting to see him, but calmed down once again.

“Chef,” he said, quietly.

Nodding you looked at him. 

“I uhm… wanted you to do the honors.”

You could only tilt your head to the side as he gently guided you back into the office and to sit in the chair. 

The wood of the desk was familiar, the location of many angry note writings, anxious calculations, even quickies. But today, it was the location of something different.

With the paper side of the foil up, your careful hand wrapped around a sharpie and wrote down the words Carmy wanted you to write. 

You then watched from the doorway of the kitchen as Carmy marched up to the front windows, carefully sticking the food foil to the window, formally announcing the plan.

He turned to look at you, careful eyes watching you swallow and blink back the wateriness from your eyes. Carefully, his hands moved to your shoulders and guided you to the dining room, where everyone else was excitedly and eagerly serving themselves food. 

You were sat next to him, watching as he made a plate, placing down the consciously served food in front of you. When you looked up, you were greeted by the sight of Natalie giving you a knowing look. All you could do was look back down, avoiding another wave of tears.

But you couldn’t.

Yet no one minded.

No one minded as you brought the fork of spaghetti to your mouth, tears rushing out the instant you savored the flavor you longed for. No one minded as you sobbed to yourself, eating faster and faster, the flavor that was uniquely associated with Mikey making your heart pound and your walls break down. 

The scent of cigarettes, musky vanilla cologne, and sweat invaded your senses, despite it not being there. But for a split second you closed your eyes and let yourself pretend it was. 

You placed your fork back onto your plate, squeezing your eyes shut as you wept. The sound of everyone laughing and talking drowned the fear out, quelling that fleeting feeling that would overwhelm you since the day you found out that Mikey was gone.

But it was the feel of Carmy’s warm, rough hand gently slipping into your own that made you finally open your eyes, to be greeted by the faces of Natalie across from you and Richie down the table with soft smiles. 

After ages of fighting it, you let yourself feel it again. 

You were home.

[lightwing-s]

the batboys as 2000s pop hits (male vers.)

Did anyone even doubt that Dick *motherfucking* Grayson would choose anything other than SexyBack as his favorite 2000s song? That’s his anthem! His favorite time to listen to it is while dressing up for another one of Bruce’s boring galas because it makes him less annoyed to be going if he can “pretend” to be a rich bachelor (which he actually is!!!). He’ll walk around like Justin Timberlake  does in the music video, dancing with every step, and stopping at  every mirror to “fix” his bow tie, or his hair, or check his butt out. He not only feels the song, he embodies it. So be damn sure he’ll be marking whatever event that is with just his mere presence (as if he doesn’t do it without the song, but anyways). All the ladies, single or not, will be swooning over him, his charm stronger than ever, and that smirk… Jesus Christ have mercy on you. When he stares into your eyes with that damned smirk, you’re done for. “If that's your girl you better watch your back”, says the song, and tonight he’s the most dangerous man in the room. After all, he’s bringing sexy back.

Listen, this part might not be very pg-13 as usual, but Jason listens to Smack That by Akon religiously. And there’s only one word to describe how he feels/looks/acts/exists while and after listening to it: Daddy, with the capital D. It’s the kind of song that will unconsciously (or very consciously) boost his confidence, make him feel the shit, so he loves to listen to it before/during patrol, or when he feels like fighting Bruce that day. He also listened to it before asking you out, it just has a power over him he can’t explain. He’ll listen to it while getting ready or at the gym, and he’ll stare at his chest (and his abs) and just… you know, feel hot! Especially with his newfound love for his scar, after you so much insisted it made him just a tad bit hotter than he already is. He also loves to listen to that before taking you to bed. I’ll end this here.

Tim misses when Maroon 5 actually made good music. This Love is such an iconic moment, but he feels like it was kind of their peak and they never managed to make a song to make him feel greater than that one does. He’s not much of a dancer, but he surprises everybody with how good he is at singing, though. He’ll sing it at  the top of his lungs, especially the high notes by the end of the song. Iit also makes him feel light, like the world can be fairly simple for once and not a dangerous mess, all during those short 3 minutes. #BringBackOldMaroon5 

Coming late into the 2000s music scene just as Damian came in later to the family, Justin Bieber’s world wide hit Baby might have been the only one hit of that decade he remembers listening to on the radio and perhaps even the only singer he recognizes. It’s not a great song, he is not proud of choosing it, but it was it or nothing. His brothers, though, think the song is very fitting for the family baby, and now he regrets his choice and is piling up Justin Bieber merch and burning it in protest (but he has Purpose hidden away because that album is gold).

[evita-shelby]

National Anthem

Chapter 14

Cw: autistic child, 1920s attitude towards autism, ableism, slutshaming, trauma

Tagging: @zablife @thegreatdragonfruta @justrainandcoffee

His mother used to play the piano. She had learned when she was little from her father who had taught her just as she taught Jack and his siblings.

It was her playing that got Patrick J. Kennedy’s attention when she used to work as a maid at his place in Boston. He gave her a piano along with a house where she could raise her four children when he took her as his mistress, and she accepted because children don’t feed themselves.

He used to play the piano for the old man, the songs his mom had taught him, and the ones PJ liked best. It was during one of those evenings when PJ told him that Laurie wouldn’t be his successor as everyone assumed.

Laurie married the blue blood whose daddy held the keys of Boston society because he thought he’d be the one to be given the crown by the old man just for being the elder.

It had crushed him when Jack was rewarded for actually earning his place in the steel company and the gang. Hurt him so badly that he signed up for the war and died in France in 1916 and Jack never touched a piano ever again.

Then he saw the piano from the corner of his eye and couldn’t imagine a life where there wasn’t one in his living room. His mother’s piano had been smashed to bits in a fit of grief and rage two years ago and that one on display had looked exactly like it. It was pure impulse and that desire for a family that led him to buy it.

Strangely enough Eva hardly played the piano, had lost interest in it as she became an adult, but she had goaded him into playing it for her one evening. She had been so fascinated by it, by the man he was behind closed doors. So fascinated by him his witch convinced him to fuck her on it on Christmas Eve.

Rosie loved the piano as much as she obsessed over her collection of dolls. They used to tease each other and wonder if her being conceived on the piano had resulted in the girl who obsessed over music ever since Jack taught her to play it last year.

“Do you want me to teach you a new song?” he had asked the quiet little girl who struggled with speaking. She could not interact as normal children would, couldn’t keep eye contact and lost interest quicker than Jack did as a child. Then there was the worrying characteristic that had her teachers concerned.

Selective mutism, the doc had claimed it was before referring them to a specialist. Rosie, at her own birthday party that September, became so overwhelmed by the amount of noise and children, that she shut herself up in her own little world, hid herself in the linen closet for hours and refused to speak even to them for a week.

The specialist, a child psychiatrist who specialized in children like her, had called it Autism, a type of childhood schizophrenia that would either worsen or almost disappear completely.

The shrink had suggested putting his daughter in a nuthouse and be subject to electroshock therapy to ‘fix’ it when she hit puberty as it could become worse this last appointment. Nearly two months to speak to the man and he’d said that bullshit.

“Like hell you will.” He had said in response and threatened to disembowel him for suggesting that as a treatment and proceeded on blaming it on Eva not being a good mother. Cold, distant mothers cause such issues in their progeny, or so the fucker had dared to say.

He had wanted to kill the fucker, rang up his right hand and best friend, Connor, to teach the bastard a lesson, but his wife had stopped him.  

There had been a few fuck ups that had led back to him, presents from Gloria and other people they fucked over. Couldn’t risk being caught red handed with something like this.

Hopefully things would get better, and they won’t see the fucker ever again, but Jack knows come December 1st he’d have the shrink’s head on a platter for his wife. A nice birthday gift for her and a reminder to all not to fuck with them.

“Uncle Jack, there is someone I’d like for you to meet!” Gina is subdued in her excitement knowing Jack’s done his digging about the boy on her arm.

Michael Gray, son of Elizabeth Gray nee Shelby, the lovely Romani woman they met at the derby nearly five years ago. Shelby’s aunt and the woman whose curse rid the world of Grace Burgess once and for all.

“Michael Gray, sir.” The young man feigned humility before him, but Jack knew this one was a snake in the grass. Michael was not like his cousins, Ada and Tommy Shelby, who had loyalty to their family despite their ambition. This young man Gina had met in Detroit at a jazz concert wasn’t satisfied with being a member of the family, he wanted to be the head of the family. He had tasted power and power was as addicting as the snow he hides in his pocket.

Jack and Connor hadn’t given him much thought, assuming he’d be tossed away when someone new caught his niece’s eye ---she was as fickle as he had been, but unlike her, he was a man. And yet the boy was here in his mansion’s parlor hiding how proud he is at getting invited into The Jack Nelson’s house.

He hadn’t invited him, in fact, if it wasn’t for his men and Eva’s psychic shit, he would’ve been caught unaware.

“Don’t kill him, I like his mother.” Eva plasters the charming and mysterious mask onto her face and tries not to make this another trial for them.

Gina wanted a place in the gang, she was cunning and believed Jack only allowed Eva to play his games because she was his wife. Michael was malleable enough to get her what she was after, and as long as they didn’t aim for Jack’s throne, he may let her think she was getting what she wanted.

He loves his niece, knows how capable she is in her own right, but her faults made her a liability in their world. Especially when she’s attached herself to someone who doesn’t get how their power is earned not given.

In Small Heath, England he had power and security because of whose womb he came from, a mistake Shelby didn’t correct out of respect for his aunt. Gray never learned to earn things like Jack and Tommy did. Something Jack is dying to teach him.

As the current Head of Shelby’s American branch in New York, he couldn’t humble the boy by making him start from the bottom, but there were other ways to get the pup know he’s not the big dog here.

Thanksgiving was just for his immediate family, some friends, some drinking and just time for him to be Jack Nelson the Family Man. Only a handful of people are allowed to be here and none of them are Gina’s toys.

“I hope you didn’t mind Rosie, Mr. Gray.” Eva smooths things over after Rosie avoided eye contact, any attempts to speak and separated all her food with the extra spoon she always has at mealtimes. She had been called a creepy little schizoid by Gina when Rosie only nodded or shook her head when Michael tried to be friendly to the girl.

Michael Gray had behaved himself well but didn’t hide his annoyance of being in the presence of the nine-year-old twins, eight-year-old Rosie and five-year-old Kitty at a semi-formal dinner well enough to fool Jack. Bluebloods and some new money preferred the children eat in the kitchen or in their nursery until they were old enough to be out, but for family dinners the kids eat with them.

If Gray has a problem with that, well, fuck him.

Now that dinner was over and the four adults were drinking in the parlor, Jack could ensure he never returned as a warning to nobodies like him and a punishment of sorts for his niece. Because of this intrusion and her unsubtle cruelties to Rosie all evening, they’ll be lucky if the little girl will talk again by the time school starts again next week.

“You know the first man I killed was a priest.” Jack sees that flicker of fear and shame that lingers in Michael’s eyes, who knows he’s been more thoroughly vetted than the nannies they hire.

Did he think Gina was allowed to spread her legs for any stranger? Girl had grown up to be a whore like her mother, but Jack would be damned if he didn’t maintain a semblance of respectability around his wayward niece.

He knew about John Hughes; he’d been marked guilty for it before Shelby managed to save them the noose. That part was something Jack respected.

“Mine was a Jew, but I wish the priest had been first.” The boy admits feeling his confidence rise by the way Gina looks at him as he spoke. Hence why the kid’s bravado was grating.

“Everyone’s killed a priest in this room except little old me it seems.” Gina wanted in on this world, only problem was that she was the worst of Jack, Laurie and Carrie rolled up in a pretty package. Arrogant, but lacking the ability to back it up, cunning but too impatient to wait and, worse, a liar but not good enough to get away with it. Gina could be great if she only could stop overestimating herself.

It’s the same thing that’s gonna get Michael Gray killed one day.

“You don’t have reason to kill one, kid, to make it in our world, you gotta earn your place in it.” Jack reminds his niece knowing his words will fall on deaf ears.

[aestophobia]

@corbin-is-sleepy I did it.....

So a lot of my ideas aren't very specific, they're just random edits set to songs from the blitzstone playlist I made four years ago (I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry, Paper Rings by Taylor Swift, She by Dodie, Stolen Dance by Milky Chance, and a lot more)

BUT I do have some more specific ones

I'm not very good at explaining why, so bare with me

so hold me

wrap me in love, fill up my cup

cause I'm hollow

LITERAL EMPTY CUP ANTHEM

like i can't even express how empty cup family this song is

but sometimes I feel

like I'm only a ghost, like I'm only a wall

and if you come around, honey, I'll probably just follow you home

this just feels really Hearth to me

oh I wish I was more than my skin and my bones

I've been arranging each of my movements

and all of my gestures trying to fool myself

Hearthstone being shamed for being deaf by his father perchance

I know that it ain't much, I know that it ain't cool

oh but you don't have to tell the other kids at school

my dad'll strike it rich, we'll be the big house on the block

someday I'm gonna be somebody people want

switching it up!!! this song is very very blitzen to me

if there's no one beside you

when your soul embarks

then I'll follow you into the dark

they would literally do anything for eachother uugghghs i love them sm

the moon will sing a song for me

I loved you like the sun

the blitzstone sun/moon dynamic is something that can be so personal actually

the fact that personality wise Hearthstone is the moon one and Blitzen is the sun one, but Hearth needs the sun to survive and Blitz needs the dark

I don't even have a specific lyric from this one it's all just so blitzstone

I can't break the cycle, am I just a fool?

falling down like dominoes, hit by family jewels

this part is Hearth

pass it down from kid to kid, the chain will never end

'less I decide to go to it will I see the end?

and this part is Blitz

I don't have any specific lyrics for this one either, they just care so much about each other

Hearth core, reminds me of "Daisies in the Shape of an Elf"

rate yourself and rake yourself, take all the courage you have left

and waste it on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head

BLITZEN BLITZEN BLITZENNN

all of this song reminds me of Blitz, but this part stands out to me

I also have already made two Blitzstone edits before and I kind of want to talk about them lol

the first one was to "Fire and the Flood" by Vance Joy (this was also the very first edit I made ever)

the big reason that this song reminds me of blitzstone is because the first time I read THoT, I was in a mall and that song was playing (right as I got to the Blitz being stabbed part)

but also the more I listen to it the more it feels actually blitzstone coded

the second one was to "Chemtrails Over the Country Club" by Lana Del Ray

this was actually a fairly recent edit and I really like how it turned out (even thought I don't like doing edits with fanart and still pictures)

I did it to the "you're in the wind, I'm in the water" part if you know what I'm talking about and I had Hearth as the wind because elfs are creatures of air and Blitz as the water part because of the shower scene

Long post omg but any excuse to talk about blitzstone

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (35)

Felix: Can we all just sit down for a minute? I’m getting kinda nervous.

Androcles: Calm down, Class Pres. We’re just meeting our Tributes.

Clemensia: Yeah. Just treat it like a weird family reunion with a bunch of strangers.

Felix: Don’t say that word! Family reunions are the bane of my existence!😭

Androcles: Your statement’s not helping at all, Clemmie.

Dennis: Yo, guys, are we still going to sing ✨Gem of Panem✨ in front of the Tributes?

Festus: Lol. I hope not. I don’t even remember a word.

Coryo: Can we sing a different song, Class Pres? Our National Anthem might bore them to death.

Felix: Honestly, I forgot about that. Does anybody have a copy? How about you, Andie?

Androcles: Don’t look at me! I only brought popcorn for the show.

Lysistrata: Sharing is caring, Andie~.😊🔪

Coryo: Can we just choose a banned song that our class already knows how to sing?

Apollo: Like what?

Coryo: I don’t know. But it has to be upbeat and catchy-

Dennis: Like “Everytime We Touch” by Cascada?

Sejanus: How about Barbie Girl?😀

Coryo: Yeah! Barbie Girl sounds pretty good, Babe.

Hilarius: I want Barbie Girl too!

Diana: “Everytime We Touch” it is!

Coryo: But Barbie-

Felix: Fine. We can perform Lady Cascada’s iconic song instead.

Apollo: Nice one, Class Pres.

Sejanus: Barbie-

Diana: No.

Hilarius: Barbie Girl!😫

Diana: No!!

Prof.Sickle: *walks in* Children, why are you still standing there like idiots?! Fix your skirts and have some dignity today!

Festus: Can we eat first-

Prof.Sickle: Don’t even think of embarrassing me today, Creed! I’m gunning for that sweet sweet raise!

Urban: Like Highbottom would ever give someone a raise-

Prof.Sickle: Shut it, Turban.

Urban: It’s Urban.

Prof.Sickle: Whatever. The Tributes are here.

Felix: Everyone, get in position!

Treech: *walks in* Wow. This place looks pretty impressive.

Circ: Yeah. Not bad for Capitol idiots.

Teslee: How did they even install so many big ass TV screens inside this hall?

Marcus: Just to be clear, I’m not Marcus today.

Lucy Gray: Where are the cameras? I’m ready for my close-up!😎

Felix: Welcome, Tributes to Heavensbee Hall-

Arachne: Just start the music already, Class Pres!

Felix: Fine! *plays Everytime We Touch*

Androcles: *dramatically grabs the mic* 🎶I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me, I still feel your touch in my dreams🎶

Persephone: *Pretends to beg* 🎶Forgive me my weakness, but I don't know why, Without you, it's hard to survive🎶

Sejanus: *winks and freestyles to Coryo* 🎶Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling, And every time we kiss, I swear I could fly🎶

Coryo: *embarrassed AF, but synchronizes with Sejanus* 🎶Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last, Need you by my side🎶

Felix: *Charleston dances to the front* 🎶Cause every time we touch, I feel this static, And every time we kiss, I reach for the sky🎶

Festus: *jumps and points at Coral* 🎶Can't you hear my heart beat so, I can't let you go, Want you in my life🎶

*Synchronized Shuffle Dancing Ensues*

Jessup: Why are they singing?!

Coral: Those dance moves though!🤣

Marcus: Can’t I have one normal day?!

Lucy Gray: Shhhh! I wanna watch them dance!

Prof.Sickle: Lol. I’m recording this.

Lucky: You know we’re broadcasting this LIVE on TV, right?

Lysistrata: *kicks her way to the front* 🎶Your arms are my castle, Your heart is my sky, They wipe away tears that I cry🎶

Vipsania: *Pretends to cry* 🎶The good and the bad times, We've been through them all, You make me rise when I fall🎶

Gaius: *Backflips for no reason*

Diana: *Slides to the front* 🎶Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling, And every time we kiss, I swear I can fly🎶

Florus: *Points at a random Peacekeeper* 🎶Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last, Need you by my side🎶

Casca: *Runs in* Who the f*ck allowed them to sing?!😱

Prof.Sickle: I thought this was your idea.😏

Treech: Is this even part of the program?

Lucy Gray: Shut it, Treech! We’re getting to the good part!

Hilarius: *Moonwalks to the front* 🎶Cause every time we touch, I feel this static, And every time we kiss, I reach for the sky🎶

Livia: *Diva mode* 🎶Can't you hear my heart beat so, I can't let you go, Want you in my life🎶

Felix: *Stops music* So what do you think?😀

Reaper: Is it too late to drive back to the zoo?!😫

Facet: Do another one!

Circ: Was that recorded?!

Lucy Gray: Can somebody give me a copy of their performance?🥺

Coral: I hope my District saw that!

Lucky: I think all of Panem saw that.

Marcus: You don’t say.😒

Casca: Goodbye, farewell, my pristine reputation!😭🔪

Teslee: Can they sing ✨Barbie Girl✨ next?😀

[farmersliga]

i have less than one more hour of 2023 left, so i want to look back a bit. this year, i…

learned to be a little more independent

discovered how much i enjoyed casual walking, even though it’s always crazy hot here

had my student driver’s license expire because i didn’t finish my required hours of practical training and i was too scared to take the test anyway

got super close to some family members i didn’t talk to so much before

had a very public breakdown for the first time in a long time. also had problems with being overwhelmed more than usual

started seriously considering teaching as a career path because, in what was the kindest move ever by a teacher to me, my native german prof pulled me aside to say he thought i had a gift for it

went on a trip abroad with just my cousins and had a blast. then went on a trip abroad for uni and had even more of a blast

met up with four online friends. shoutout to irena, jade, clara, and cher for being the bestest most lovely people ever <3

discovered new hobbies like listening to cassette tapes and crocheting, the latter of which i was able to use to make tiny little plushies for all of the online friends i met this year

flew abroad four times, which is the most i’ve ever done in one year. i got to visit hong kong, taiwan, the usa, and germany!

speaking of germany, got to go there for the first time ever. it was amazing to be able to experience the place i’d only ever seen in textbooks. i have fond memories of being able to talk to shopkeepers in german now too. but i also came to the realization that there’s still so much more for me to learn. because i went there with only 1.5 years of studying the language, and i was half floundering

stayed with a host couple for a few days in germany and conversed with them almost solely in german. they ended up getting married later in the year and i’m so happy for them

had multiple direct experiences with racism while abroad, including being accused of theft?? which was sad but also funny in a depressing way

started studying italian from scratch and loved it. also accidentally started studying french from scratch and hated it

affirmed a lot of my personal values, mostly with regard to social situations

started seeing a psychologist on top of my psychiatrist sessions

got incredibly emotional hearing my national anthem played during a football world cup for the first time ever, then got even more emotional watching us win a match. when i first watched these girls, they’d almost gotten kicked out of the qualis for the asian cup that got them into the wwc in the first place. and now they’re stars. it’s beautiful to see

finally helped to start fixing a really bad family problem that i’d known about for a few years now that nobody was doing anything about

saw both taylor swift and fall out boy live in concert. these were my first concerts ever, too. and both these artists were my favorites from high school so it was super special to me

watched my first full tennis season and cemented my love for the sport along with it. also got significantly more involved with the tennis side of tumblr and met the loveliest people there

took my baby nieces to their first trip abroad just this christmas <3

and probably much more that i’m forgetting now. but it’s really been a good year, definitely the best i’ve had since the pandemic happened. i dealt with a lot of mental health issues as usual, but i also learned to cope with them in healthier ways. and being able to go out more this year (not just abroad, but outside in general) and talk to more people was a big plus

so i just want to say thank you to everyone who helped make this year a much happier one for me, and i hope you all stay in my life even in 2024!

[deancasswitchbang]

Just a Little Bit of Everything

Author: One-More-Offbeat-Anthem (@one-more-offbeat-anthem​) Artist: Ephermera No Major Archive Warnings Tags: Friends to lovers, coming of age, grief, Dean drives a pickup truck, mechanic Dean, teacher Cas, and they were roommates!, set in Pontiac,  Discussions of death, cancer, terminal illnesses, divorce, and foster families

Summary: Four years ago, Dean graduated from high school and went full-time with his job at his godfather Bobby's auto shop. Two years ago, Dean's mom passed away, leaving him in charge of his younger brother Sam and the house. This summer, Dean realized he couldn't keep the house on his own, Sam went off to college, and Bobby dropped a bombshell: he's terminally ill and planning on leaving the auto shop to Dean. Dean jumps to fix all the problems. He's got to find a boarder to afford the mortgage, attempt to micromanage his brother's life from across the country, ignore Bobby's imminent death, and contemplate getting an automotive repair certificate from the local community college. There are just a couple of problems: he can't control everything, Bobby's not going to let him ignore reality, deciding to go back to school is harder than it seems, and his boarder is none other than his high school friend and crush, Cas, who is back in town to teach at the local elementary school and, apparently, turn Dean's life upside down even more. Preview: Bobby leans back in his swivel chair, crossing his arms. “I heard you found a tenant.” “Did Sam spill the beans?” “Yeah, he knows you don’t tell me anything these days.” “Bobby, there’s nothing to tell. You see me all day and otherwise I’m just at home.” “Or you’re inviting your high school crush to live with you.” “One, he answered the ad, I didn’t invite him. Two,” Dean swallows, “I did not have a crush on Cas in high school.” “You seemed awful sad when he went to prom with the Masters girl.” Bobby is grinning at him, and it’s incredibly frustrating. “That was four years ago, and I wasn’t sad about it.” “Right. Not sad at all.” Dean has been trying to forget that, yeah, okay, Bobby is right, he did have a crush on Cas in high school. But he had a crush on plenty of people in high school, right? Freshman year he dated Lisa Braden and then she dumped him right after homecoming, then there was the extended infatuation with Cassie Robinson, who went on exactly one date with him and said that their “life goals” weren’t compatible (they were sixteen, for chrissakes, but in retrospect she was probably right–she went to Harvard and Dean is a mechanic), and then… Okay, and then he had a crush on Cas for most of junior and senior year. But they spent a lot of time together, as two of the four advanced math students, and so it was probably just related to becoming friends. Cas was a nice guy. That, as far as Dean can tell after a few conversations, hasn’t changed. Besides, Meg Masters and Cas went to prom as friends. Cas told him so. “Look,” Dean finally says, “Can we just focus on work?”

POSTING BETWEEN APRIL 23rd AND MAY 6th, 2023!

[sparxaf]

TSIME: Meet Bobby's Crew (part 2)

So we met the Russo-Bells, who apparently look nothing like how @longbobmckenzie imagined. So, I'm here to ruin your day again, with some more of Bobby's inner circle 😆

Meet Maitland (my favorite):

Interesting facts:

🗸 Grew up in an extremely happy, functional family that swore a lot. Has several siblings. Is especially close to her mam, who is a chain-smoking factory worker.

🗸 Smoker.

🗸 Is a bit of a musical genius. She plays the drums, bass guitar, piano, violin, and has a singing voice best described as, Annie Lennox after a shot of whiskey and a couple cigarettes.

🗸 Briefly attended the Royal Conservatoire of Scotland but dropped out after less than a semester. "Why'd I quit? Cuz, everyone has their heads up their arses, smellin' their own fuckin' farts, that's why."

🗸 She met Nivaan at RCS and they ended up friends. They have a shared love of old school punk music, so they started Paisley Cuddle together.

🗸 Never been in a relationship.

🗸 Had sex twice. Didn't care for it.

🗸 Makes extra money doing gig/session work, but the job she actually likes is teaching music classes for a local music shop. She's a very popular, sought-after instructor, especially for drums, as she's entertaining and foul-mouthed, but also surprisingly patient with the kids.

🗸 Has a fundamental disdain for labels of all kinds, and would never label herself as NB or demi-anything, despite likely being both. "Call me whatever you want. You don't need ta' know my fuckin' business, you arsebadger."

🗸 Once dreamed of being a football hooligan.

🗸 Secretly loves Hannah Montana. "What? No, not Miley, you fuckin' tube. Hannah. Montana. It's different. And if you wanna keep yer teeth, you won't be tellin' anyone."

Meet Jonno:

Interesting facts:

🗸 Was an abrasive and lonely child. He literally saw Bobby and said, "You're my best friend now." And Bobby just rolled with it.

🗸 Allegedly has the ability to be funny, though no one but Bobby claims to have seen it happen.

🗸 A bit of a shapeshifter. Worked in the hospital because Bobby did. Baked because Bobby did. Would never admit to anyone (not even himself) that Bobby is his hero.

🗸 Somehow manages to get tons of one-night stands. But there are ZERO repeat customers.

🗸 Despite being a pig, Jonno understands and respects consent. Because when he was 19, he he grabbed Maitland's arse at a pub, and still has the x-ray of his broken nose to prove it. Knowledge unlocked.

🗸 His mam bailed when he was four. He hasn't seen her since. He was raised by his dad (and his dad's long-term girlfriend who didn't like him very much). Has one older half-brother who bullied him pretty badly as a kid.

🗸 Besides being able to fart Scotland's national anthem, his only other notable skill is fixing up and reselling antiques. He has an eye for what can be spruced up. So he spends a lot of his free time sanding and staining old furniture and fixing lamps that don't switch on anymore. Then he sells them at flea markets and makes a tidy profit.

Meet Fenella:

Interesting facts:

🗸 Parents are incredibly wealthy. She is the youngest of three.

🗸 Was a competitive highland dancer as a kid. Is very embarassed about it.

🗸 Parents wanted her to go to university but she felt it was bourgeoisie and refused. So they made her get a job and she was pretty upset about it. So she used this as an opportuity to live as someone who wasn't rich and did this for years, working minimum wage jobs, living under bridges sometimes, and never telling anyone about her family.

🗸 Despite her distaste for the bourgeoisie, she made sure to return home when she was twenty to get her trust fund. Then she spent the whole thing on a coffee shop that she has absolutely no idea how to manage. She's done well because she had plenty of starting capital and actually does serve great coffee, but her trust fund is basically gone now, so she has no safety net and no idea how to budget.

🗸 Took a class on auras once, so she's pretty much an expert now.

🗸 Has been dating someone called Marti for many years. Marti is in a folk band and makes macrame. They were browbeat into veganism by Fen, but they secretly love bacon and eat it whenever Fenella isn't around.

🗸 The two have an open relationship, but that doesn't stop Fen from getting "choked by the ties of the pair bond," and breaking up with Marti every six months or so.

🗸 Very sensitive to criticism and has a strong fear of being disliked.

🗸 Donates coffee and tea to the Homeless Project Scotland, as well as to women's shelters, and several charitable organizations in her area. She also does volunteer work for HPS. She knows the names of many of the local homeless folx and once a week, she invites them to come for free baked goods and coffee.

Meet Nivaan:

Interesting facts:

🗸 Wealthy family. Born in Bangalore. Family moved to Scotland when he was six years old. His father, previously a holistic physician, was a stay-at-home dad. His mum is a highly-regarded physicist.

🗸 He has six sisters. He is the baby and the only boy in the entire expanded family. His uncles and aunts all have girls. So he was surrounded by women growing up and has an amazing rappaport with them.

🗸 Loves old school punk music.

🗸 Going back hundreds of years, no one in his family has ever eaten meat.

🗸 He graduated from the Royal Conservatoire of Scotland with an MA in Musical Theater. But his theater career never really took off.

🗸 Talented guitarist and singer. Can dance his ass off. Makes a healthy income from TikTok thirst traps, much to his mother's dismay and his father's amusement.

🗸 Sings four octives. Has a resonant bass voice with an impressively clear, ringing falsetto. Think Avi Kaplan [previously of Pentatonix].

🗸 Met Maitland at RCS. One night they took a heroic dose of shrooms while listening to Hüsker Dü, and decided to start a punk band. The next morning , they stumbled up off the floor where they'd slept sprawled on top of a broken guitar for some reason, and found a note on his kitchen counter that read, "Paisley fookin' cuddle, wankstains!" in Maitland's scrawling handwriting. Neither of them can quite remember what the hell it meant, but they decided Paisley Cuddle was as good of a name as any for a punk band.

Meet Samantha:

Interesting facts:

🗸 Born in the highlands. Parents are traveling folk musicians. Moved around a lot as a young child. Home educated. Never went to traditional school.

🗸 Has an older brother with a relatively successful career making avante-gard pop folk. No one knows what that is, but dammit, they're all proud.

🗸 Loves gardening. Started a garden when she was ten years old and in just a year was growing all of the vegetables for her family.

🗸 Has published four popular and successful poetry books under a pen name.

🗸 Has a tattoo of a turnip crossed with an ink pen on her ribs.

🗸 Likes working lots of different kinds of jobs so she's never bored.

🗸 Has seen films, but has never watched television and doesn't own a tv.

🗸 Once went a whole month without weed. She's still recovering from the trauma.

Stay tuned for part 3 to meet Bobby's family!

#litg fanfic#litg bobby#bobby mckenzie#litg tsime#tsime#character introduction#character creation#litg the sun in my eyes

[marithlizard]

Second watchthrough of "Mammon's" and more thoughts:

Even if you don't watch the show, listen to the songs on this one! This doesn't quite dethrone "The Circus" as my favorite episode of S2, but the music? Arguably the best in the entire show so far, and that is saying something. I honestly think "Two Minute Notice" could be a breakout hit; it's a fuck-you-I-quit anthem for our times, and you don't need to know anything about the show to sing along with glee. (Er, not a song on the radio though. Most of it would have to be bleeped out.)

And "Crooked"? Lovesong performed by Alex Brightman and James Monroe Ingleheart, better known as Beetlejuice and the Genie from Aladdin? Just genuinely sweet and moving, if you want a queer lovesong here it is.

Ahem. Sorry, I may have had to stop and listen to them both a few more times just now.

Young Blitzo starts reacting negatively to Mammon the moment he says "a chance to work with me". I wonder, is it because he can tell that little imp kid is about to get mauled? Because he realizes what winning the contest would mean? Or because his dad-honed senses are blaring "manipulative bullshit incoming"? Probably the second. For the first time I feel like we have a sense of how Blitzo felt about the circus he was raised in, where he was always the unsuccessful kid compared to his best friend. He didn't want to escape it, he wanted to stay there with Fizz. He was visibly worried at Fizz's enthusiasm, and trying to tactfully discourage him while still being supportive. And that fits. Blitzo is a (moderately) successful entrepreneur, but what drives him as an adult isn't ambition, it's the desire for family, for the closeness he lost.

I just realized: When Fizz runs to hide in his dressing room, Blitzo doesn't follow, even though his friend is in tears and panicking. Because he was calling Ozzie for help. I would've loved to hear that conversation.

New theory! Mammon's revenge will be to claim that Asmodeus is no longer fit to be the Sin of Lust. We've been teased about a courtroom episode coming up - I predict Ozzie will be on trial. And I predict Stolas will be his defense lawyer, and will call Blitzo as a witness. Wouldn't that be a great opportunity for Stolas to fix his mistake at Ozzie's, and make a passionate speech in defense of love because he knows how Asmodeus feels? ARGH we have to wait till next year to find out. Fanworks will have to keep us going. I hope this episode inspires as many good fics as "Ozzie's" did.

[toubledrouble]

Since you guys seem to like my chem teacher, I might just introduce the other teachers too

CZECH

Strict but also not

Tells us innapropriate jokes

Hangs candy on a tree that's hanging over her fence so kids passing by can take it

Has been present at the centre of Velvet revolution while pregnant. This woman was growing a new human inside of her body and still wanted to be present at the square when Gott and Kryl sang the national anthem

Was interested in a book I brought to class one day so much that she wanted to borrow it

Loves Dead poets society

Literally a manager of an orchestra

Lets us eat during class

Has a resignation letter thing ready at all times in case she just decides to quit, she's prepared for anything

She can be absolutely terrifying but she's also an absolute sweetheart and she teaches so well

When Adam tagged her (as in "tag you're it") she laughed and then ran up to me and tagged me

Disappointed by the lack of knowledge about culture we have

Honestly she's an icon idk what to tell you

Cool teaching methods

Probably will yell at you when you say something stupid but she's actually calm and that yelling somehow works to fix your stupidity? It's magic or something

Told us how many marks we need for her to be able to give us the final mark and let us just chill when we had them, no more tests

She just knows so much stuff

Her son is a doctor, ex army doctor I think? She must have passed the cool smart genes to her kids

Apparently one time I gave her some work of mine to read and then forgot it but she remembers? I'm so afraid what kind of cringe that must have been

Doesn't call me just by my name but by a sort of nickname (literally not even my own mom uses the affectionate version of my name)

Promised to give me a chocolate after partaking in the czech olympics regionals

Literally more proud of me than my family haha

Also teaches German. But speaks even Russian and I think French? And a bit of Latin. And obvi English.

Travelled a lot in her youth, it seems?

Keeps calling herself a grandma xd

Has absolutely stellar hearing and idk how she does that

She's an lgbt ally, yay!

Also wants equal marriage if she can be in a registered partnership (because she doesn't want to get married, she considers it long, boring and unnecessary at her age. And she doesn't need the benefits that marriage has)

Once described types of men using trees... It was a very interesting conversation

Accepted the fact that instead of a summary of one book I wrote about how it represents a metaphor for something because I misunderstood the wording of the assignment. She didn't let it slide with one other guy because he literally wrote the thing that showed up when you searched it up on Google but she let me and my explanation of three different ways the metaphor can work live and honestly I love her for that

Sometimes makes German grammar references in class and makes the russian-taking group confused

Tells us fun facts about the works we talk about in literature

Always says everything how it is

Will call you an idiot (affectionate)

HISTORY

Plays the guitar - both electric and acoustic

Was at a Pink Floyd concert recently

Has a motorcycle

And a cool aviator-like leather jacket (refuses to tell us where he got it, it's top secret)

For some reason is dating our bio teacher and we kind of pity him because at least to us she's mostly a bitch lmao

Tells bad jokes and worse stories (but we love it)

Tells us random innapropriate historical facts (apparently Napoleon didn't last long in bed and idk why he knows that)

Or says something about his past career or family history (randomly drops in how his ancestor had to ski back from Italy after ww1 or something about a client whose family tree he made)

Loves romanticism era literature

Goes fishing

One time he told me I look like I'm going to die (I'm very pale and it was summer)

Used to be my English teacher and it was amazing, we we wrote a postcard from a vacation to our principal and he made a rude comment about him and then quickly told us not to write that

Laughs whenever I have to go to the student council meeting because we both know something about toilets is going to be said

Had me read in the school announcement thing because he remembered that I was in poetry reciting competitions

Also made me start the teacher's day with greeting them as colleagues and then saying "this is prof. *his name* but 20 years younger with a soft, velvety voice"

Actually made me read a second thing there recently because he thinks I have a nice voice

My father figure lmao

We had a totally peaceful discussion about ancient and modern history and which one is better (it's ancient history and I will die on this hill)

Took selfies with us on a trip

Complains about how "see? If they paid attention in their history class, they would see where it was going and this whole thing could be prevented"

When he decided to make me suffer and ask me questions in front of the board (verbal exam) he asked stupidly formulated questions so I gave him just as dumb answers ("and what are these men in the photo doing?" "standing in front of a vagon" *shocked laughter* "I mean, yes, but I meant what are their jobs or... You know" "well you didn't say that" "that's valid")

Makes fun reanactments of situations he's explaining (that could be colonising, class enemies, literally whatever) and it's so fun

But also likes to make me suffer. Literally touched a pen during class? Amazing tell me everything you know about the current situation of native Americans in America (we were talking about the American revolution and this was kind of off topic but I can't really complain because I knew anyways).

Knew I love Joan of Arc, had an assignment about her ready and it was a free topic that he didn't assign to anybody, still decided to make me write my assignment on the structure of society in the middle ages (which you have literally not even one slide of info about because it just isn't that complicated unless you want to go into unnecessary detail which he hates so I was forced into writing a slide about my opinion comparing the society in the middle ages with the current one)

Just enjoys giving me harder assignment with a smirk that makes me want to punch him so bad (still adore him tho)

After I tagged him at lunch (literally ran past him, punched him arm as I was in full speed sprint and yelled "you're it!" in the full dining hall), he called me and my friend (they were filming it) into his office and then turned to one of my friends, tapped her shoulder with one finger and said "you're it." and we honestly lost it

One time accidentally said the Romans had rectangular squares (instead of shields) and I had a fit of laugher and he attempted to send me to the hall to calm down but when I got up to go I literally collapsed on the floor in a stronger fit of laughter and he started laughing at me

Loves to recommend historical movies. Or criticise them, for that matter.

Shittalked one Marie Terezie series with me

Has extremely cool hair

We actually made a meme about him being the hottest teacher and I really hope he has seen it. I might print it and give it to him at the end of the year, who knows

One time during a gingerbread thing I will describe somewhere a bit lower, I needed to make a good symmetrical cross (+) but screwed up so I just turned it into The sword in the stone and joked about giving it to him. Our main teacher actually did give it to him and he thanked me in the hall and I was so confused because I had no idea

One time I accidentally sent him a meme instead of an assignment. A Henry VIII meme. A really bad one.

One time I sent him a meme on purpose, tho. One about Romulus and Remus. He asked me about it and then told me he will be looking forward to receiving more memes in the future

GEO/BIO (aka our main teacher)

Makes tremendous exams even worse by forcing you to recognise pictures of the stuff. Cultural heritage places, trees that look literally the same, freaking moss that you can't tell apart let alone based on a projected photo...

Made us do damn maps of every continent. But at least three for each - river systems, terrain, and then possibly just classic geography. Also made us remember the capitals of every single European state which made me want to stab her because despite being slavic i keep switching some of the balkan countries

Lab work. Just. Lab work is pain.

You know about these weirs streams where it's just someone peeling an egg? Yeah she made us go that during our lab work

Also forced me to go to the bio olympics and j hate her for that because I don't even like biology

Literally makes me and my friend aka the responsible ones do so much stuff that we have basically no free time so she can kiss my ass

I hate her sm

Complains about being overworked, proceeds to dump half her work on teenagers

She sucks most of the time

Only nice to our medic group

Like. She buys us food after competitions

That doesn't change the fact that she's evil and overworks me constantly. One time I screwed my shoulder up after a full day of running around and running errands and carrying stuff and running upstairs with it and-- yeah I was in pain so I don't like her

Actually made us spend part of our Christmas break in the school kitchens baking and decorating gingerbread and doing other arts and crafts for some charity thing. I love charity events but once again I was sick and tired and had no free time

Makes our medic club do a thing where we explain first aid to kids. This includes minimum time to eat, drink, or go to the bathroom. One time I got a fever and still had to stay there. When I finally got home, I passed out haha. Spent the next two weeks in agonising muscle pain with a cold and a fever. Once again I refuse to forgive her for making me stay there.

PHYSICS

Kind of a pedo if I'm being honest

Somehow always manages to mess up whatever he's explaining and teach us wrong information

Tests basically each class

Sometimes can be convinced to play physics themed Kahoot

Old man

Just... So weird and random

Muted the whole class on zoom during quarantine and then complained that noone responded (we were texting in the chat but he ignored that)

So many weird zoom stories

Has that shirt + beige pants fit

Does so much weird stuff that he refuses to explain because "that's between heaven and earth"

Please just elaborate for once

Exams fron things he never even talked about because why not

MATH

Sometimes tells us what nails she is planning to get

Always get the worst bowl/helmet cut and then when it finally grows out a bit she does it again. My heart weeps.

Once made someone cry during geometry??

Threw someone's pen from the window

Threatens to throw more stuff

Honestly so done with us sometimes

Rocks red and black fits most of the time

Wear a light scarf sometimes because it's cold

Keeps saying it's trivial (it either isn't or we're just stupid, jury's still out)

Wears heels all basically all the time

Probably so done with me because I just can't count haha

Loves us but sometimes we piss her off

Sometimes we just have gossip session about our main teacher because she dislikes her as well

Complains about the specific blue chairs we have and use sometimes and she's so real for that

MUSIC

Weird

Somehow made us watch psychological horror movie based on a fairytale (probably of German origin like the most of them) instead of... Idk. Something related to the class.

Going out consists of walking to a nearby pub/restaurant and sitting in the garden area

Or the basketball court thing

Thinks he is a local celebrity (he's not exactly correct)

English

The sweetest

Made us a traditional Ukrainian Christmas dish

Me and my friend made her a list of classic Czech movies we reccomend

Always says "girls, why are you so late?" when you come in not even a minute after the bell rings

Thought I'm from a bilingual family lol

Sometimes we discuss and compare Czech and Ukrainian traditions in English

Confusing pronunciation

One time she said the name Shakespeare in such a funny way but she's sweet so we don't want to tell her

Watched the new Puss in Boots movie with us in class, told us we can bring snacks

ART/P.E.

A lesbian

Has asthma

Loves art and art history

Seriously she's like me from another universe

Plays audiobooks during art class

Grades mostly based of effort

Made big canvas paintings with us and then decorated the school with them and that was something new and revolutionary

She's cool, I like her

Used to be an equestrian, apparently?

Makes art history quizzes on her insta stories

So many boob flower pots and sketches of women... I love it xd

Oh yeah she also does ceramics and makes cups and flower pots and stuff

RUSSIAN

Sweetheart as well

Used to be my English teacher before we switched groups

So done with pur group sometimes

Very excited to teach us the longest or funniest words like достопримечательности

One time she watched Masha and the bear with us during class

And Jen Počkej Zajíci (Ну погоди) even tho it's basically the same in all languages since there's minimum speaking

Also made us recite a poem about lunch during the week and I still remember it after rlike three years and I hate that

[sol-draws-sometimes]

Disc World bookclub thoughts- Monstrous Regiment

Pages 20-28

Hey @anna-neko ! Did I miss last week… yes. BUT JUST BECAUSE I MISS ONE WEEK DOESN’T MEAN I JUST ABANDON THIS. Look, finals are the week, so these past few weeks have been alot… also I’ve been hyperfocusing on dnd(stares in adhd). I’ve barely read but that’s alright. Once finals are over, I’m going on a roadtrip, so I should have time to read when we’re driving(unless I catch up on critical role…we’ll see).

It’s so late and I’m literally way too tired for nuance. With expectations set, Lets go

“Ankh-Morpork is a godawful city,” he said. “Poisonous, just like its river. Barely fit for humans now, they let everything in—zombies, werewolves, dwarfs, vampires, trolls—“

Something something we live in a society. Cue family talking about how NYC is corrupting the youth or something 🙃. Tbh, insert any big progressive city, and it should work for most of them.

A lot of good stuff in this page(and the next few ones)

1. Something Something colonialism bad. They[Borogravia] are the bad guys here🏃🏃🏃

2. Cool POV stuff coming back. Especially with the song and what not

3. Damn Strappi’s certainly something

4. I hate nationalism. The line b/w patriotism and nationalism is real hard sometimes. I mean, something something, true patriotism is knowing how your country’s fucked, and wanting to it be better. You fight for change cause you love it, and that is way more patriotic than just blinding fighting for country and defending it, even when it is in the wrong.

5. Uggh, the national anthem. Yes the flag thing is an actual thing we do in US. And certain teachers DO loss their shit if you don’t stand up/sing. Look, it’s not like I’m trying to disregard veterans, it’s just… weird and indoctrinationy. Plus, they added, “Under God,” during the cold war so, that feels even more insidious.

6. Poor Wazzer man. I’m glad he rebels in his own small way. Small acts of rebellion are still rebellious.

7. Learning new phrases! I figured due to context clues, but it’s always good to check.

Literally this conversation is literally my fucking thoughts

Uuuuh. War bad! Look. See!

“Well, I’m not buying into it. It’s all trickery. They keep you down and when they piss off some other country, you have to fight for them! It’s only your country when they want you to get killed!” said Tonker.”

Tonker. King Behavior!

And just as they’re going to sleep, so am I.

Fuck this book is good!

Here’s another quote good night!

It’s all lies, she thought muzzily. Some of them are just prettier than others, that’s all. People see what they think is there. Even I’m a lie. But I’m getting away with it.

Ps: I realized last time I stopped at pg 20 but wrote 60… my bad.(should be fixed now tho)

I will add ID text some other date cause I don't have the mental energy rn. I just did, scan text, and copy pasted it into alt w/out checking. If someone besides Anna finds this post and wants them, just @ me in the comment and I'll @ you when I finish this.

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[maygrcnt]

Let’s see the Olivia 911 song list

thank youuuuu for asking i love you!! i know i said five but i didn’t want to stop at five so i did ten. also im gonna try and refrain myself from just saying every song is a buck song but it’s hard

1. Brutal- seasons 1-3 May. I feel like we as a collective don’t talk about the early seasons of may grant enough. she was just a kid! and she was being bullied so bad she thought she didn’t have any way out of it, it’s so heartbreaking. and then she just kept going through stuff in her family life and… i just care for her so much and this is HER song fr.

2. Deja Vu- Buddie. there’s no like actual moment of buddie for deja vu but i just feel like this is what’s going through both of their heads every single time the other person has a date with someone else. like this is the one and only buddie jealousy song to me!

3. Vampire- Buck/abby. like i’m sorry you can’t convince me buck abby was an ethical relationship and im NOT talking about the age gap even though that’s the main point of this song. like she got his info in a sketchy way and then basically used him to help her heal until she was ready to move on but then didn’t even have the guts to do an actual breakup and left the kid hanging for months. call me a bitch but i feel very comfortable saying she sucked so much of his energy and life. it took two full seasons for him to fully find closure from that while she had started a whole new life! :/

4. Stranger- Buck/abby again lol. this is like the other side of that argument where it’s like, buck was totally crushed but now in season seven who the fuck cares about her! she’s just a stranger now! and the lyric “you are the best thing i keep so far out of my life” is very them. because she did change his outlook on life in MANY ways but his healing from her was the best thing he could have ever done.

5. logical & enough for you- maddie. my heart breaks listening to these songs from a maddie perspective. thinking about how long she suffered and dealt with so much she didn’t deserve,,, these are the best songs for her imo especially the lyric “one day i’ll be everything for somebody else” because she is she really is! and she’s getting married to the person who looks at her like she hung the moon and i love her!!!

6. Making the bed- eddie, specifically pre canon eddie. idk how to explain this one but it’s very much just the idea of him getting back to his son realizing how shit things are and being like … i had a part in making this problem and now i need to fix my shit. and then he did!

7. 1sf3sb- henren in the early seasons/precanon. the cheating storyline is one of my least favs but i love how they showed them rebuilding from it and coming back even stronger. but in the midst of it all this song is truly very them from karen’s perspective. she was valid for everything during that time btw karen is a literal saint for her patience.

8. boahsg- ravi, our little clumsy socially awkward darling

9. Love is embarrassing- Bisexual buck!!!!!! this is my fav liv song and it’s so buck it’s not even funny. the anthem for the give more than they get hopeless romantics oh god i love him and it became way way more buck when he kissed a man who’s kind of a loser. i bet he’s planning out his wedding with a guy he’s never marrying right now!

10. finally, the newest addition to my list and the most important in my mind: Scared of my guitar the most buddie song to ever buddie (other than good luck babe). I love this song so much coming from the perspective of them literally not being able to lie to each other but they can lie to significant others like it’s nothing. oh there’s so much good stuff in there it’s amazing.

thank you for letting me do this anon ily