#goddam this song hits hard

[r3m-ster]

very very underrated song

[ladyofthelake]

When I want to relate to fearless but its actually the tortured poets department sfhasdhfdsajhsa

[thebearer]

carmy was never much of a taylor fan until he met reader and the first time that he ever heard “the archer” he literally had a breakdown bc how did blondie literally made a song about him

... so you saw the tiktok edit too huh? LMAO

i feel like the trifecta (this is me trying, the archer, and mirrorball) really hit him hard.

goddam, just imagine carmen- the two of you are official but it's still new. you and richie had a full blown conversation about taylor, and carmen realizes he doesn't know much about taylor swift besides the basics. he's cooking one day, trying to perfect a recipe, and decides to put it on for background noise. mainly bc he just wants to be able to talk to you about it if you want (he got a little bit jealous about richie knowing more tbh lol)

he starts listening and is like??? this is not what i thought her songs would sound like what lol. he was (innocently i promise) one that thought like shake it off was how all her songs sounded.

i just know forever winter would get him. he remembers you saying you love lover the album and evermore (projecting leave me alone). he really loves lover, especially daylight and lover. he loves ivy too, wonders if you think about him when you listen to it? he doesn't ask you, ever, but you tell him a while later cowboy like me really reminds you of the two of you so he listens to that on a loop for two weeks straight until he knows every lyric, note, breath- everything.

picturing going to the karaoke bar and carmen's just happy to be there and watch you. you're a little tipsy and silly, and you sing lover to him.

[newcomernewcums]

thank you for keeping us well fed 🙇‍♀️

i am here to COOK, im holding myself back by the scruff of my fuckin neck from writing a one shot or starting something else before i finish the next chapter, BUT, that being said, i’d love to answer some prompts about our favorite big buff men in the 141 if anyone has any ideas…

AAAAANYWAY, eat some more!

PricexReader headcannon (Falling in love + getting together (pretty SFW)):

Your first day with the 141 is a blur. You’re jittery the whole time, leftover excitement from being recruited mixed with new butterflies about meeting everyone, proving yourself, solidifying your future. Meeting Captain Price is crystal clear in your mind, though. It felt like all the racing stopped when he greeted you, offering his hand to shake with kind eyes and a handsome smile.

You brush off your nerves at first, attributing your anxiety around the man to the fact that he’s your superior, a person to impress, a man the rest of your team admires, that you admire. It isn’t until you’re both trapped, mission gone wrong, surrounded by combatants and sure that you’re going to die that you finally admit to yourself that your need to impress this man ran deeper than him being your commander.

As soon as you manage to pry open your mouth, taking a deep breath in to make a death-bed confession, your radio’s buzzing to life, Ghost on comms with a plan and an extraction team.

You push the feelings deep, deep down, ignoring just how the butterflies in your stomach fly lower whenever Price is in the room, almost pulsating whenever he leans down to tell you something, gruff voice tickling your ear.

Price falls second, but he falls hard. Tumbling into the Grand Canyon hard, busting his nose on the way down hard. He likes the new recruit. Hell, he chose you himself. But that’s what you were, a recruit, someone for him to lead, to direct. Sure, he’s happy that you fit into the team so well, can play along with Soap’s antics and sit quietly with Simon, but he never gets close. Tries not to, especially since there’s a twinge in his chest every time you look up at him with those honest eyes, beautiful and pure and shining at him like diamonds.

It on a particularly bad mission—one of those that he’s sure he’s not making it out of—that it hits him. You’re both hunkered down, hiding from combatants in an abandoned building, curled tight against a wall to ensure there were no sightlines from the many windows in the room. It’s one moment that changes it all. He looks down at you, his brave little soldier, and you meet his eyes with nothing but resolve and determination and he deliriously thinks that you look like an angel.

That’s all it takes for him to get stuck on you, every meeting, every mission, every single goddam waking moment he finds his eyes trailing after you, finds himself leaning too close, lingering too long. He can’t get you out of his head and its driving him crazy.

You finally get together on a good night. A celebration, one successful mission after disappointment after disappointment, a mission that goes good enough that it has Soap opening the meager liquor cabinet on base. You don’t drink too much, but you can feel your cheeks heating up, the ends of your sentences slurring a bit. Its good, you’re happy here, with these men you’ve found a family in. Price is drinking too, you notice, and you can’t help but feel like his eyes are trained on you the whole night. You feel them when Ghost pats you on the shoulder, when Gaz slings his arm around your waste, when you and Soap dance around the sparse room to an upbeat song blasting out of his phone.

You can feel yourself drifting off as you all talk late into the night, finally announcing that you’re heading to bed well past dark. To your surprise, Price’s voice startles you, coming from right over your shoulder, an offer to walk you to your room. ‘Just to make sure you make it,’ he jokes. You give him a shy smile, somehow still unable to banish the giddy feeling that you always get in your chest when he’s around. You both make smalltalk as you walk through the familiar corridors, but he doesn’t turn around once you reach your door. He continues the conversation, slowly moving into your space, towering over you as you press yourself back into the wall.

You cant stop your eyes from flicking down to his lips, not missing the smirk that spreads as he clocks the motion. Maybe, just maybe, you didn’t have to ignore the yearning you feel almost every day, maybe… if you just take a chance…

His eyes widen in surprise as your fingers wrap around his dog tags, pulling him down to you with a coy look. There’s a second of indecision, a moment of pause where you think, terrifyingly, that he may back up, move out of your space, and then he’s sliding your lips together, groaning into your mouth as you fumble with the door handle behind you.

[meet-me-in-the-pouringrain]

@lonelychicagos posted a prompt talking about an anonymous website that eventually led to the Hotchniss reunion and I took it and RAN. Here is what I hope to be part 1 of a multichapter fic. I also despise tumblr formatting nd i’m on mobile so apologies.

Here is the original prompt!

The Phoenix and the Rocket

She doesn’t know why she does it. She chalks it up to Penelope’s unwavering, relentless, quite frankly annoying efforts to get her to make friends. Or maybe it was Dave’s prodding comments about her home life. Probably Tara and JJ’s mischievous scheming during BAU drinks or Luke’s teasing. Could have been becuse of Reid’s statistics and prattling about her age and how ‘lonely people are more likely to experience depression’. Bastard. She gave him more paperwork than anyone else. Perhaps it was the jealousy that flairs in her chest whenever she watches Matt interact with his kids or when her phone pings when Derek sends a picture into their group chat of Hank standing for the first time.

Although, if asked, she’ll say it’s the wine.

Her therapist was the one who brought up the forum in the first place. “It’s a great way to meet with people, Emily” The woman told her softly towards the end of their first session. “People who have unimaginable trauma, like yourself.”

So that was how Emily Prentiss found herself on a Saturday night making an account to sign into the website ‘TraumaBuddies’. The name alone left a vile taste in her mouth, which she squished down with another gulp of red wine. It was a website where strangers can willingly dump on a public forum, opening themselves up to a conversation. Therapists have called it revolutionary ; No one helps the traumatised like the traumatised

She spends hours combing through different stories of the horrible trauma people have endured. One or twice, she comes across familiar stories that she’s almost certain we’re victims of cases her team (both past and present solved.) Her heart tugs when the username ‘KatieJacobs235’ pops up. Emily reaches out to her personally, messaging the girl who would be no doubt in her 20’s by now, more nausea swirled in her stomach at the passage of time, and types a message she hopes would be comforting.

It was the next post that made her stop scrolling entirely. The horrors the user ‘RockyRacoon’ (The Beatles song made her snort) went through was unbelievable. If Emily hadn’t seen or even been through the shit she had , she would call bs and move on.

A serial killer who got his wife, his son been the target of another, a bomb and losing another woman he loved when she died alongside countless of other trauma dumps in one go. That was incredible and inspiring to live through.

She blames the wine for the fact she didn’t draw up the similarities sooner as she types a message out.

PhoenixPren : You are inspiring. Take it from someone who’s seen a lot and been through a lot. Everything you have been through has made you stronger, and I - for one- am proud of the fact you’re still around. May I ask some questions?

And she hits send.

~~~~

Getting a ping on his laptop at 1am on a Saturday night from that goddam website his 16 year old son signed him up on was the last thing Aaron Hotchner expected. He wasn’t even the one who wrote it, Jack did it for him, and as such never actually expected anything to come of it.

“Dad, It’ll be good” Jack had said. “You can talk about everything anonymously. It might be helpful to write it all down.”

He hadn’t though, content in leaving the one post up there. Jack had said everything he would have said, anyway.

It had been hard for both of them. Being the target of serial killer would damage people well enough but the target of a second one was downright ludicrous.

When they emerged from Witsec, their old names mixing with their new - Frank and Max - and their old life threatening their new one, Jack had fell back into routine immediately. His first contact was his aunt, then his old friends. It was good, Aaron thought, that he was able to settle in. The nightmares still persisted and there were demons around every corner but Jack took his mothers genes and held his head high, going along with the flow.

Aaron couldn’t. He couldn’t return back to that life - to them, the bau, to the woman who packed up her life from another continent solely to save his ass and because he had asked her to, to Aaron. He briefly entertained the idea of picking up the phone, wondering deeply if she experienced the same identity crisis he put himself through, after he forced her into a similar situation.

He didn’t though, and he stayed hidden like a coward.

No one had opened up dialogue on the website, the ex-agent chalked it up to intimidation, until now, 3 months after it was posted. More intrigued and bored than anything, Jack was out for the night with friends, Hotch clicked the notification. His ever present frown deepened at the username, his brain fruitlessly searched for what had sparked recognition.

When nothing ultimately came up, Aaron sighed. He read over the thoughtful message multiple times, debating on a response. Jack’s words echoed in his brain. It’ll be good.

What has he got to lose?

PhoenixPren : May I ask some Questions?

RockyRacoon : Thank you for your kind words. What would you like to know?

~~~~

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

[klqrambles]

Normally not the biggest fan of love songs in musicals (most come off as cheesy to me) but goddam Diaghilev and Nijinsky have some of the sweetest love songs I ever heard.

Night with You <Diaghilev> is a song about Diaghilev watching Nijinsky practice for the first time. And there’s a set of lyrics which approximately translate to

During the daytime there’s no empty space. Inside a never ending push of the waves, no matter how much I swim I’m barely able to breathe. But during this night with you, this moment is entirely mine. During the night when you dance, your everything brings me hope.

And idk I just think that’s one of the cutest and most beautiful ways to describe how calming Nijinsky’s presence is to Diaghilev.

The Most I Love <Diaghilev> is Diaghilev’s love song to ballet (which isn’t like what you’d normally classify as a love song but this man’s passion is infectious so i’d say it counts). The chorus approximates to:

Even if my body disintegrates into the wind, even if my name disappears from our flag, the one thing that lasts forever is the ballet that is eternal. If the things that I loved are able to continue receiving it, that’s all I need. Even if everyone leaves me, I’m not scared. I’d be fine with that.

And to be so dedicated to one thing, to be able to throw everything on the line for it, just to make sure it outlives you. It just hits really hard as an artist, that idea.

Draw Paintings <Nijinsky> is basically Diaghilev’s love song to Nijinsky.

I constantly remember, this atmosphere, this song, that dance. The day I loved you so much, having the star that shines the brightest by my side, unable to close my eyes until morning. I remember that day.

And the final note of the song is:

Diaghilev: I don’t care what you draw, just do it where I can see.

Nijinsky: Any way I want to?

Diaghilev: Anything.

I just think this would be such a sweet love song for any situation.

Wherever <Nijinsky> is not necessarily Nijinsky’s love song to Diaghilev (seeing as he no longer remembers him) but it’s about finding those you’ve lost even after they’ve gone. Kind of a song about love after it’s been lost.

I’m everywhere I can be, like the star that burns eternally. I’m wherever I can be, like a dance that never dies. I dance everywhere I can, dreaming a never ending dream. I breathe wherever I can, living forever in your memory.

Like I said, this is less of a love song than the others, but I think this is a great song for those who’ve lost a love one and need a reminder that through them their loved ones live on.

[grahamstoney]

Invitation to my Difficult First Show... This Weekend!

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Invitation to my Difficult First Show... This Weekend!

I’m doing my first full feature-length one-hour show at The Sydney Fringe Comedy Festival this weekend, and I’d love you to come and join in the fun!

Two shows only:

First Difficult First Show: Saturday September 30th 2017 at 5:45pm

Second Difficult First Show: Sunday 1st October 2017 at 4:45pm

Tickets are $15 for adults or $10 for students/concession.

I’ll be mucking around and playing crowd-pleasing yet-to-be-hit original songs like:

Everything Is Fucked

Sushi Girl

Music Theory Class

Perfectionism

Reggae Man

…and many more!

Here are some rave reviews of the material so far:

“Graham needs a constant stream of shit swirling around him to inspire his creativity” – Mel Forbes, Guitarist from Girls on the Avenue & my music theory teacher.

“I prefer Graham’s playing to the sound of a helicopter” – Michael, who I met in a park in Melbourne.

“I probably shouldn’t have let that happen” – Michael Brown, Saxophonist in The Protesters & my music composition teacher.

“You need to take a long, hard look at yourself” – Margot Thomas, Fellow TAFE Music Student.

Here’s a promotional video for the show where I maintain a creepy amount of eye-contact with the camera:

Click here to learn more or click here to just buy the goddam tickets.

[cubedmango]

i have not had time yet to sit down and rewatch the final episode to write comprehensive thoughts but i did absolutely need to tell u i looked at the endings songs lyrics like right before work and i was just like. on the floor. in so much pain. I CAN SEE WHY U LEFT IT TO THE END BC IT HITS SO HARD.... LIKE WHAT ARE THE LYRICS SO SWEET FOR??? my god like first we have "like, say, its cold out but your smile is all warm" IM SICK!!! MY HEARTS SO WARM HEARING THAT... ADACHIS SMILE IS HIS WARMTH...

AUGH YEAH literally at first i wasnt gonna translate the song bc i wasnt sure if i could do it well but i had to do it anyway for ep4 so i did the whole song and let me tell u . the experience of reading those original lyrics and Finally Getting What They Really Mean Was . Something Else I Swear ..... then i jst knew i had to post it after ep13 so it would Hit Hard for everyone else too 😔 (putting the rest of ur asks under the cut for length akfjkdsf)

2/ "every chance comes after endless waiting" im just remembering how live action drama kurosawa was in love with adachi for like 7 years or some crap and like ok im normal totally ... "want to muster courage, hold your hand just once" IM SO. IM SOOO NORMAL ABOUT THESE LINES... its such a simple request and yet it means the absolute world... and the way both of them sang the line... and im just. i remembering ur headcanon how adachi thought he may had only one last time to hold kurosawas hand

THE SEVEN YEARS DONT REMIND ME GOD !!!!!!!!! now ur making me think of the song in la drama kurodachi context w kurosawas Extended yearning and domestic dreams and .hhrhf . .jj jhwhejhjj !! kdjdhvk, jfh (<- having a very normal one)

why would u hurt me w my own hc Hey Hello . Ouch????? when they just wanna hold hands? ???? ???? (curls up and cries)

3/ "let the world lend me to you and bare its heart" ITS SO PRETTY?? IDK SOMETHING ABOUT HOW THEY LIKE PERSONIFY THE WORLD IS JUST VERY GORGEOUS TO ME.... "your throne's made of plenty love and praises / riches in form of many's first love / yet how's it that you hoard all that love just for me" how. how did you survive this. im on the floor. was thinking abt this all day. I GET IT U GUYS ARE IN LOVE KUROSAWAS ABSOLUTE DEVOTION TO ADACHI. just how his whole heart his everything goes to his love

YEAAHH the world as a metaphor for love and acceptance is [chefs kiss] So Good

i did not survive it i think abt those lines All the time ....... i did tweak them a liiitle bit in favor of matching the og syllable count (and creative liberty) but i hope i got the same idea across????? anyways kurosawa having so many ppls (superficial) love yet he keeps all of his love for adachi only no matter if it got reciprocated or not bc adachi saw past his perfection and Saw Him As A Goddam Person . they make me so sick in the head help

4/ "wait to meet me at the crossroads of life" i rlly like how kurosawas the one singing this line?? bc usually it's kurosawa doing the "waiting" until adachis is ready but this time hes calling out to him to wait for him? and im just? i have to lie down?? like this is not ok??? "though the world never once kissed my forehead" makes my heart hurt and "you still have me going on my tiptoes" i think of the cover art where he is on his tiptoes to kiss kurosawa i think and im just :>

SO TRUEEE when both of them wait for each other and they walk forward together ....... i cant express emotions in words anymore i need crycat pics

oh god speaking of the cover art kiss ive been meaning to draw that ep13 scene w adachi on his tippy toes for the longest fucking time i just. my face gets so red when i make any ship content beyond like holding hands so u can imagine the kind of stress im under . also kisses are inherently a bitch to draw i hate them !!!!! still gonna keep trying tho

5/ "if the world doesn't bare its heart to your eyes / then please let me hold your hand for it instead" IM JUST. THE HAND HOLDING. THEY JUST WANT TO HOLD HANDS.... and again i still think the whole thing abt the world is so pretty you know? ok ok and now where im tooootally ok and fine but "i long to sleep with you on one pillow / fall into shared dreams as i turn around / at the time please dont break them at bedside" THE DOMESTIC IMAGE? JUST WANTING TO BE TOGETHER IN SUCH A WAY? LIKE HEY????

thinks abt kurodachi having each other no matter what happens in their lives. holding hands despite it all. explodes

THE DOMESTICITY OF IT ALL !!!!!!! ITS SO SIMPLE YET IT HITS SO MUCH ...........

i dont remember what number i was on bc reacting to that last line just made me go through all the emotions again IM JUST. SOOOOO. how can such a small and simple request mean the world... mean the future... mean so much... i want them to enjoy such peaceful days forever and always and be in love till the end of time!!!! ok finally "a dream most sweet is that your smile is all warm" im on the floor. destroyed. thank you so much for these translations!!! I TRULY APPRECIATE IT I HAVE TO LAY DOWN

i am wishing rd kurodachi a very I Hope They Are Living Their Best And Happiest Lives Together And Forever (remembers manga vol 6-9 plots theyd hypothetically also go through) oh god oh fuck- (remembers vol 10 plot theyd hypothetically go through) OH WAIT-

LIES DOWN ALSO sorry abt the destroying i had no choice i was compelled by a dark force into writing that line . and again ty for yelling abt the sons w me im excited for ur ep13 rewatch asks kdjsfkjs

[midnightsfantasies]

Lust

Warning: Cheating, drugs and drinker, afab

wc:1,271

Lust: by Chase Atlantic 

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                                           MINORS DON’T INTERACT

Eren Yager is taken in by lust when his best friend who he has loved since middle school confides in him about their cheating significant other.

A/N: This was inspired by the song Lust by Chase Atlantic

I know I'm fucking up his life, it's on purpose He doesn't deserve it

Eren hated seeing you cry, especially when it was over that asshole. This exact situation had occurred to him multiple times over the years. Rather, it was sneaking out in the middle of the night to stare at other girls' asses.There was no difference because you always sought comfort from Eren. As much as he loved you, it hurt him to see you treated so badly when he knew he could make you feel loved. When he thinks about the fact that fucker has you and he does not, his blood boils. Eren had a crush on you since 7th grade, unbeknownst to you. He greatly appreciated your willingness to help whenever he needed it. The way you looked in those short fucked dresses you wore all the time made him swoon. All you did drove him insane, and he had no idea how to hide it anymore. He understood why you felt the need to wash that away with weed and alcohol when you found women in your bed. But goddam was it making it hard for him when you sat much closer than you normally did. Maybe it was the drugs he took or the alcohol he consumed, but he couldn't help but imagine how your lips would feel as you spoke about that asshole. As soon as he saw you, he couldn't help himself. He smashed his lips against yours. Pulling you into his lap so you could sit comfortably. He pondered over whether he had crossed the line and ruined their friendship in his head. Soon, they would be erased as you finally kissed back with the same eagerness. He never expected you would start grinding against him mid-make out. Under the pressure of the moment, he had to do everything in his power to not buckle. Soon after, you gasped for breath as you pulled away. Pawing at the edge of the sweater you were wearing, he signaled for you to raise your arms so he could remove it. His mouth watered at the sight of your bare boobs in front of him. As he played with the other, he slipped a nub into his mouth. Your groans were like music to his ears, continued the assault on your nipples. As he slid his hands down your side to your jeans, the hairs on your skin stood up. His hands played around with the brass before finally slipping them loose. His hands wandered your body as he flipped you around. Your body seemed to be memorized by the way he curved and dipped to match your body. Moonlight filtered through the window enhanced your skin. He laid you on the couch settling between your legs. He sank his teeth into the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down your legs. Under his intense gaze, you felt like prey under a predator. His hands set fire to your skin as he moved them to your now bare cunt. You pressed your hips up trying to get his attention to where you needed him the most. Earning a quick chuckle before his calloused fingertips made direct contact with your bundle of nerves. A string of moans and cuss words escaped your lips as your back arched. You were shushed by the fingers that were shoved into your mouth coating them with saliva. Despite his hands pulling away from your cunt, his coated fingers were pulled from your mouth and pushed inside of you before a whine could be heard. You leaned into his fingers as the pleasure of his large fingers dragging against your gummy walls filled your mind. The smell of your arousal filled Eren's nose groaning as he felt his cock twitch inside his sweatpants. Your head hung back in delight as you rubbed your hips against his hand. You felt like you were on cloud nine; every sense was heightened to its maximum. It didn't take long before you fell apart, begging eren for that sweet release you felt bubbling up. As Eren's fingers curled to hit your sweet spot, he attacked your bundle of nerves with his vicious tongue. You came with a scream as you tried to balance yourself on Eren's chocolate locks. His last few licks were delivered as he retreated. His lower face was coated in arousal, causing you to feel very hot and bothered. He stumbled off the bed to take off his sweatpants. As he struggled to slide them off, you chuckled as they pooled at his feet after 3 minutes of struggling. He formed himself around your legs, lining himself up with your wet heat, licking his fingertips as he played with your clit. You felt his tip entering you, and as he bottomed out, you felt your walls clench against him. As he stilled his movements, you had time to adjust. Slowly rocking his hips into you, he waited for any sign you wanted more, and sure enough, that sign came when you started to grind towards him, trying to feel him deeper. Gasping, you tried to get used to the hard, deep thrusts he was giving you. You could feel every curve and vein on his cock as he felt you up deliciously. Your skin was covered in goosebumps as his hands trailed up your torso. Groaning out his name as you turned your head to look at him. Trying to rub your aching little clit with your sweet little hands between your thighs seemed to set him off. His normally very clear eyes became clouded with the weed and your cunt. Pulling you closer to him while pushing your knees to your chest. His once calculated and hard thrust turned into him plowing you. You couldn't think of anything else but how his heavy cock dragged inside you.  "look at you, taking my cock so sweet you deserve a treat. You could barely understand what he was trying until you felt him smack your hands away from your clit replacing them with his very own. The sharp contrast between his rough and brutal thrust and the soft circles that were drawn on your bundle of nerves had that knot inside your stomach threatening to snap any second. "I-gonna cum" You managed to squeeze out hands gripping the mattress trying to ground yourself. " Go ahead and cum for me baby" His gentle words and the way he sped up had you cumming immediately. Your back arched as pleasure took over your sense. He continued at his current pace letting you ride up your orgasm. It wasn't until you were calming down that he started to chase his high. His hands flew to your hips gripping hard enough to leave marks for latter holding you in place but you couldn't seem to worry about it while he abused your overstimulated pussy. It wasn't long after he felt his own high arrive as he painted your walls with ropes of white. The room was filled with pants and deep breathes as the two of you tried to collect yourselves. You had been fighting sleep ever since you came, wanting to see eren fall apart. You couldn't find it in you to fight it off any longer. Finally dozing off into dreamland knowing you would have to deal with the consequences of your actions in the morning.

[named-haines]

SPOILERS FOR PEBBLE BRAIN

aka haines liveblogs a reaction

okay so the opening to oh yeah, you gonna cry sounds like an anime opening wowee

joe does in fact yell something that very much sounds like pog champ

this one feels like it’s got a lot of lines we’re gonna be able to shout back at them once we get a tour

it’s carried over the same energy of “i can belt this in my car” that are you alright had

YOOO that note in the last 10 seconds

Perfume time

the intro sounds way cooler than the snippet wilbur played us from his voice memos before

feels cursed to hear the professionally recorded version after so long haha

WOAH the instrumental around “but i can still smell her perfume”

vocals seem a little quiet over “you say your ex boyfriend’s a policeman”. i know people said the vocals were too loud on the last ep but i think they’ve overcompensated a bit

“it’s hard for me to move on when i don’t really hate you”. I DID NOT COME HERE TO BE ATTACKED LIKE THIS. HOLY CRAP. people were losing their goddam minds over “how’s it feel to be so loved yet so alone” and they’ve only gone and bloody done it again

wait my albums on shuffle shit. i didn’t mean to skip model buses and concrete.

back to model buses

this one also has two door cinema club anime opening vibes

like, i can imagine an oc animatic being made to this instrumental

i was expecting this one to be about bojo not gonna lie

side note i was having trouble hearing the lyrics over the backing so i went to genius.com and this is the entire page for the song and that’s deeply funny to me

okay concrete now

opening drums hit me like dandy highway man

i think i just really like the openings to all of this album actually holy crap

i feel like this is the cause for concern to this album but i really like it actually

liked the ending

you’ll understand when you’re older time

right off the bat this one reminds me a lot of sex sells. not in a “they copied it” way but like it has the same vibe. like they took some of the cool stuff from that song and added in a bunch of very different stuff from what makes up the rest of sex sells

liking the vocals on this one the most so far

“you can tell he’s lying ‘cuz his lips move” im gonna have to get over the mental baggage of being exposed to meghan trainor at a young age to enjoy this properly aren’t i

okay this ones my fave so far

no thoughts head happy

“if i’m going down you’re coming with me” im gonna have to get over the mental baggage of being exposed to the mountain goats at a young age to enjoy this properly aren’t i

“fuck”

the fall time

i hate that the title makes me think of undertale but the instrumental for this ones very interesting

the “fucking scared” call and response sent me right back into my 2000s kaiser cheifs phase what the-

i’m not reading too hard into the lyrics because this is the first time i’m hearing them but this song gives me villain song vibes

i have legitimately no idea what the fuck wilbur just said but it intimidated me

ITS ALL FUTILE ITS ALL POINTLESS MY BELOVED

this is the moment i have been waiting for i fucking love this song to the point that i uploaded a shitty cover of it onto my personal yt channel let’s fucking go boys

it is so strange not hearing this with just the guitar

the produced version of this song has sent me into the uncanny valley due to the sheer amount of times i’ve listened to the YCGMA anniversary version

okay it sounds significantly cooler with a full track behind “i don’t miss you” than just an acoustic guitar i have been swayed.

i am going to blast this so hard down the a12 it’s not even funny

the annunciation being different from the live version is still throwing me but i’m very sure i will be over that soon

“ITS OKAY ANYTHING TO MAKE ME FEEL LESS NUMB” i don’t need to see no more shit here i’m done i have ascended pass the jontron gif

i’ght that’s it that’s the album now time to listen to it incessantly for the next 6 months until they hopefully put out another one. absolutely worth the like 2 months wilbur spent away from streaming to write this thing in the middle of buttfuck nowhere (my family is from kent i feel no shame in calling it that)

now to piss off the americans by posting this in GMT lmao

[papermoonloveslucy]

INDOMINATABLE LIFESTYLE

July 16, 1972

HOLLYWOOD - Indomitable funny girl Lucille Ball, with a messy scoop hair the color of an orange popsicle, flashes on the scene in a sad predicament. 

She's got a lame leg.  

Lucy hobbled from her sleek silver Rolls Royce and into the yellow cubbyhole dressing room which is a sunny retreat near the Lucy set which Is crawling with rehearsal activity. 

On the surface, everything's ha-ha-ha. But the fact is that surgeons have inserted pins into the shattered leg bone suffered last year in a Snowmass Peak, Colo., skiing accident. The leg brace is a semi-intolerable ball and chain. But, as always, crippling situations must be mastered. Lucy's inextinguishable spirit pulsates despite the physical handicap. 

Lucy Is showing a smiling color photograph of herself in a flowing white hooded cape coat rimmed in fluffy fox. The picture, radiating exterior happiness, doesn't reflect the inner pain. Lucy's leg, in a hip cast, is disguised under a blanket. 

You know the familiar Lucy grin? She's grinning it and saying hell no, baby, she's not ever going to ski again. She couldn't stomach another goddam ordeal like that. Besides, on the immediate horizon is an operation to remove the pins.

Lucy, being Lucy, bears the cross with humor: "Honey," she says, "skiing is just getting into those nice winter clothes and being a show off." The burdensome subject of broken bones is dismissed with frivolity. 

Brainy Lucy, now 60 and president of a $30 million corporation, is an American institution. 

But, like all super-successful females, she vibrates complex contradictions. The fashion plate - who initiated her career as a Hattie Carnegie hat model - is a winsome dumb broad on the tube. In reality she's tough executive who barks orders left and right. Staffers instantly do like the lady says. God has spoken. Lucy runs a tight ship, but she is more respected than feared. 

Yet Lucy is softie with a heart of spun sugar. Trappings, which she has in predictable abundance, aren't a psychic crutch. 

"Success is knowing that if everything were wiped away tomorrow, it wouldn't really matter. I wouldn't die if I lost my things," she says. Then the awesome simplicity: "Dear, I still go home and let the cat out" 

Lucy has always run her home life with a liberal hand.

Desi Arnaz, Jr. is currently Involved in well-publicized liaison with Liza Minnelli. There was a previous Desi scandal regarding Patty Duke. People gossip a lot here because they live in a city where the major industry is make-believe and fact and fiction become blurred. 

Lucy isn't deaf to the talk about her son's romances: 

"What the hell, they're having a fine spree. I just hope it lasts for Desi and Liza. They don't have time to get married. Their scene is the world and they're swinging in there. I'm the one who talked marriage to them. One night I said: Look, kids, don't get married too soon. They were upset. Desi countered with the observation that you don't have to settle down when you get married. So I go -  well, that's true son! The subject of marriage just never came up again. They're a nice couple. They present themselves well without becoming asses. I've told the kids to do as they wish." 

Lucy, who was a good friend to Judy Garland, makes no bones about her affection for Liza. And once Lucy loves, the feeling lasts. After 20 years of marriage to Desi Arnaz, there was the divorce. Still Lucy looks people straight in the eyes and says the present Mrs. Desi Arnaz is a "wonderful woman." And she can see it in her heart to rent ex-husband Desi studio space on her lot so that he can work in the shadow of a success they initiated together. 

When Liza Minnelli was a child, Lucy kept a scrapbook of Liza's activities at play, in ballet school, attending birthday parties. There, in a battered old photo album, are the precious pictures. Liza didn't know about the book until recently. Desi brought Liza home and Lucy accidentally-on-purpose left the book on a coffee table. "Oh! Wow!" exclaimed Liza through a flow of uncontrollable tears. 

Lucy; "And I said to Liza, honey-baby, I told you I've known you for a long time. Didn't you believe me?" Lucille Ball speaks in an affectionate aside about Liza and the loyalty is simultaneously visible and audible: 

"That kid is liable to explode any minute. I just hope I'm around to pick up the pieces. No one knows why she works so hard. She's made it her objective to clear her mother financially. Those b--- lawyers took her --- really took her. But she's paying back every damn cent herself." 

Life is, of course, an inexplicable mixture of tears and laughter. Buoyant Lucy can see the funnies in everything. Love, she says, is looking beyond someone's minor faults and caring passionately despite the irritations. Lucy's 80-year-old mom, Dede (Desiree Ball) lives near Lucy's sprawling colonial house in Beverly Hills. Dede has a longstanding idiosyncrasy which used to drive Lucy wild but is now an amusement. 

In that familiar screechy scratchy soprano voice oozing feigned stupidity, Lucy sing-songs the dialogue; 

"I say to Dede: Hey Dede, I've got a pain in my elbow. Dede always says: 'stupid, it's because you're not eating right!" Honest to God, if you've got a pain in your big toe, it's not because someone stepped on it it's the food. Drives you nuts! Dede really has a thing about food. The other day I went home and cooked a batch of chicken. 'Chicken!!" says Dede, 'you know it's gonna make me sick.' Of course Dede eats more chicken than anybody. Next day I say: Dede you been up all night throwin', huh? Naw," says Dede, the chicken wasn't half bad.'"

The ridiculous story illustrates two things Dede taught Lucy early in life. One: That without good health you've got nothing. Two; That without a non-pliant, thoroughly independent attitude, you've got less than nothing because show business kills the weak. 

Lucy is in constant awe of Dede. When Lucy built the five-story ski chalet 9,800 feet on the side of a Colorado mountain she was certain Dede couldn't take either the long trip or the altitude. Besides, once you get to Lucy's place, there are a million icy steps to climb before you make the front door. "Even the dogs stop to get their breath," says Lucy. "But when I start huffing, Dede looks over her shoulder and sorta snaps: Aw, Lucy, you're a sissy!' That woman is my challenge." 

Does Lucy ever get down? Do the burdens of crushing disappointments halt her enthusiasm even temporarily? "Jesus," she says, "I cry. I cry a lot. Then anger sets in. When I'm angry, I become a fighter. And I always fight to win." 

When Lucy talks to you, she taps your knee in a natural gesture of intimacy. Her gaze is through black fringed x-ray eyes that sear through trivia. She smokes her cigarette twirled ceremoniously between her thumb and forefinger. Lucy always spews gut honesty: 

"Love is a great peace of mind. There's no panic in the relationship. It's never having to prove yourself. Love is not playing games. Baby, some women have to put up with mysterious absenteeism. That's always a sign of hanky panky-ism. Christ, I never have to worry where Gary is." 

Gary is Gary Morton, Lucy's husband and executive producer. Suddenly he bursts into the dressing room and asks for the afternoon off. Lucy's going to work the full day. Her answer is affirmative, but she doesn't use the word "yes"; "Just don't forget to tell the cook to get out the steaks and have a big salad ready." 

The show is all in the family. Lucy's sister, Cleo Smith, is another producer. Lucy is having the talk-about twosome of Desi Jr. and Liza written into a script. Little Lucy, who has been Mrs. Phil Vandervort for a year, is a regular. She, too, bursts into the dressing room to use the john. The jeans are already embarrassingly unzipped. As she whizzes by she comments only to her famous mama: "Jeez, I though you were alone!" 

But an emergency is an emergency. Lucy, quick to seize the humor, quips: "Our togetherness is only occasionally splintered." 

In retrospect, Lucy is pleased with her real-life mother role. "I've been one hell of a mom," she says. "I always knew where they were every minute." Lucille Ball is a profound woman who often uses great simplicities to get her points across.

Once, when the kids were small, a nurse observed to Lucy that Little Lucy was calling Desi Jr., "fatso," and jabbing him in the stomach-when no one was looking. Desi didn't hit back because mama had said never to hit defenseless little girls. Lucy relives the old conversation with her daughter, first announcing each "part" and changing voices to portray the back-and-forth swing of conversation: 

Big Lucy: "Got a problem, Little Lucy?" 

Little Lucy: "Me? No." 

Big Lucy: "Let's talk. Whose fault is it? No, actually it doesn't matter whose fault it is. Next time one of you is hurt, I'm going to hit the one who is hurt." 

Little Lucy: "What does that mean, ma?" 

Big Lucy: "You'll see." 

Soon there was another battle. As usual, Little Lucy elbowed Desi in the stomach and he howled, Lucy illogically whacked Desi hard on the rear and his screams got louder. Little Lucy immediately became hysterical: "Mom, don't hit him! For God's sake, why are you hitting HIM?" 

Lucy delivered the punch line which is the credo of their life: "I hit Desi because you let things go too far. Never let things go too far. Someone innocent always suffers. Do you understand?" 

That was the end of sibling squabbling. Forever. 

Once, before her chorus girl days, New York-born Lucy worked as a fashion mannequin for various Seventh Ave. houses. She's still got a clotheshorse figure but she won't splurge on couture: "I'm just one of those normal working women who doesn't go in for hifalutin’ fashion." 

Lucy haunts three fabric shops in Beverly Hills and has local movie set seamstresses make all her clothes. "I'm not the type who dresses and goes out," says Lucy who long ago graduated from the silly-but-necessary movie star game of being seen in the right places. 

"Once when I was in Paris, I bought a designer dress grey flannel, I think and wore it out from the salon to my car.  When I sat down the damn thing was so strictly constructed that the neckline popped up to my nose. I was on my way to Switzerland and I mumbled to my driver, God, did that designer expect me to stand up on the plane?" Lucy can afford emergencies. When she got to Orly, she bought a dress from an airport boutique and changed in the ladies room. 

And, so, the sweet saga of Lucy continues, there are no plans to quit. The word - retirement - isn't in her vocabulary. "I can't imagine doing nothing," she says. "If you don't keep moving, you're buried." 

The beauty is still there. The complexion is like alabaster. Lucy confesses that she washes her face with Ivory soap, colors her own hair and occasionally gives herself offbeat facials." 

"Honey, the idiot who said to put honey on your face never explained that it has to be mixed with cream," she says. The face melts into that wonderful famous grin. "I put honey on straight from the goddamn jar and it closed my pores for a month." 

That's lovable Lucy. 

[Ed. Note: The original photographs were degraded by copying so similar shots were substituted as close to the originals as possible.]

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[district2001]

Mama Madness

Seventeen AU: 14th member

Jangmi x SVT

Recap: Jangmi suffers from a wardrobe malfunction during Mama 2019

Words: 1.2k 

AN: Requests are OPEN: Please please please send me what you want to see from Jangmi. Also feel free to message me when ur bored and wanna fangirl Xx

Jangmi’s Masterlist

Jangmi was embarrassed.

No. Scratch that. She was utterly mortified. Utterly, completely mortified.

All she wanted was the performance. But no. The gods of KPOP end of year shows had decided to turn their backs against her and allow her to nearly flash the entire audience.

She wished she was joking,

It wasn’t like MAMA was going smoothly anyway. Firstly, they were missing Seungcheol. And no matter the amount of good luck texts he sent in the group chat, could make up for the fact that there was only 13 of them on stage .

Secondly, her goddam red carpet outfit was so short and so uncomfortable. Not to mention she nearly tripped walking up the stairs, when her black heels had got caught in the carpet. Bless Jun for catching her.

Thirdly, they hadn’t won the award they thought they would. She knew that everyone always said don’t keep your hopes up. But this year out of all years, she really thought they’d win best dance. Honestly, had they even see the choreography to hit? It was literal death.

And it wasn’t like she could express how she felt. Because it would look like she was cocky? Or she didn’t think the winners deserved it. Which she still thought they did.

It was the fact that she had never been that sure about winning an award before. Everyone on stan twitter automatically assumed it would be theirs. The members, even if they didn’t admit it, thought it would be theirs as well.

Everyone could see the anger surrounding them when they performed Fear and Hit out of all songs. They were all so disappointed and so furious. At who? They didn’t know. But they had something to prove to themselves, and everyone watching.

Which is why the buttons on her shirt ripping at the end of the performance was the cherry on top for a shitty day.

Jangmi had thrown herself completely into the dance, hitting each move with a burst of energy she didn’t know she even had. Screaming the ad-libs, even when it wasn’t her turn. Glaring at the camera when it whizzed past her face. Her eyes filled with hunger and determination. To show everyone what they were missing.

And it was going well. The whole group had picked up on each others intense aura’s and together they were putting on the most powerful performance of their lives.

The buttons on her white shirt ripped, the moments their ending dance began. Jangmi didn’t even notice it at first, too focused on ending the performance with the power they had sustained throughout their songs. But when she felt the cool breeze hitting her chest, she broke her gaze to see a bit of her bra being exposed.

Her eyes widen, and she quickly tried buttoning it up whilst continuing on with the footwork. That’s when she realised that her shirt wasn’t undone, but the buttons had completely flown off.

She had no time to cover it up, as she had to keep up with the dance, meaning that for the rest of the performance she was constantly tugging her shirt up.

Jangmi had never been so relieved when the music stopped and the lights dimmed. She pulled her shirt up, as she bowed to the crowd, then sprinted off stage, as fast as her tired little legs could have carried her.

Whilst the rest of the group headed back to their seats, Jangmi took a detour heading backstage to find their stylists.

“Where are you going?” Jangmi turned around at the sound of Seungkwans’ voice.

“Dressing Room.”

“Why?” Jangmi rolled her eyes. “My shirt ripped open during the dance. So if you don’t want me to show the world my bra, I’ll head over there.”

“Your shirt ripped?!” Hoshi yelled, causing the MAMA staff around her to look up at her. Jangmi self-consciously pulled her shirt closer to her chest, whilst mentally cursing her unit leader.

Jeonghan calmly walked over to their maknae, using his body to shield her from everyone’s watchful eyes.

“You guys all go back.” Jeonghan shooed the rest of the members back to their seats, before taking Jangmi’s hands and placing them on his shoulders.

“Follow me.”

She thought they looked absolutely ridiculous. Both were drenched with sweat, bodies pressed together and walking in a line backstage.

Jangmi’s shirt was quickly fixed, and their stylists used the opportunity to touch up both their makeups.

“You really must have been dancing hard on stage.” Their stylist commented, sewing the last button back in place.

She rolled her eyes. “Or my boobs have grown since the fitting,” Jangmi added with a smirk.

“Couldn’t have gotten any smaller.” Jeonghan gave a cheeky remark from the sofa, whilst scrolling on his phone.

“Fuck you!” Jangmi swore, as she took a sip of their stylists’ drink and hopped off the table. “Let’s see what trouble the rest of the fools have gotten into.”

Jeonghan groaned before stuffing his phone in his pocket and forcing himself off the sofa. “You don’t seem that worried about your outfit slip up?”

They waved to their staff as they headed down the corridor.

“I don’t think many people saw it. Plus I held on pretty tightly every time the cameras went past. I’m worried there might be fan cams.”

They turned right at the corridor, bowing at Oneus who were walking past.

“I checked online. I don’t think the camera’s picked it up.”

Jangmi sighed in relief, and did a mini dance on the spot

“Don’t be too happy yet. We need to see if anyone posted other videos.” Jeonghan chuckled, ruffling Jangmi’s hair.

“Pledis will take those down. I’m sure.”

“What makes you think they’ll do that?”

“Good point.” Jangmi laughed. “They still have Mingyu scratching his butt on Youtube.”

Jeonghan cringed at the memory. “Carats will never forget it.”

“Kind of like how they’ll never forget what you did to Dino during the ring ceremony.” She joked, as they climbed up the stairs to where all the other idols were sitting.

“I thought they’d edit it out!” Jeonghan whined, as the sat at the end of the row of seats.

Mingyu passed down one of the blankets, which Jeonghan wrapped around Jangmi like a bib.

“Can’t she wear it like a normal person?” Minghao whispered, visibly embarrassed at Jangmi using the blanket as a fashion accessory.

“It’s a safety precaution.” Jeonghan whispered back.

Vernon raised his eyebrow. “Did they not fix your shirt?”

“What were you even doing backstage for so long then?” Dino added.

Mingyu accusingly pointed at Jangmi “Were you eating the free bread without me?”

Jangmi shook her head. “If I did, I would have brought you some back.”

“What’s the blanket protecting then?” Vernon asked in confusion.

“Apparently her boobs are growing, and I don’t want them to unbutton her shirt again.”

Jangmi glared at Jeonghan, and was about to curse him out when she was interrupted by Seungkwan.

“Finally!”

[peterparkerspooderman]

22, 24, and 37, with Tom

Summary: Tom isn’t paying attention to you so you decide to get attention elsewhere.

Warning: Smut, chocking, daddy kink, some Harrison action😉

Prompts are in bold.

You look yourself up and down in the mirror, admiring yourself for your goddess-like beauty. You have on a short, skin-tight dress with a plunging neckline. The dress shows off all your curves and hugs all the right places. Your hair is up and out of your face. The heels on your feet elongate your legs and gives you a sexy look.

Tom gets out of the closet, buttoning up his pants. He walks over to you, wraps his arms around your waist, and pulls you closer to him.

“You’re not wearing this dress,” Tom whispers in your ear.

“What? Why?” You ask, turning your head to look at him, dumbfounded because you think you look really stunning in this dress. You feel confident.

“Because you look absolutely gorgeous and I don’t want any guy to get the wrong impression,” Tom explains, placing soft kisses on your neck, his hands wandering to your hips, pulling your ass against the growing excitement in his jeans. You tilt your head to the side and flutter your eyes shut at his kisses and his soft touches.

“What about a quickie before we leave? Huh, baby?” Tom asks seductively, his hands now making their way under your dress, tracing your thigh. His hand ventures higher.

“No Tommy, we’re going to be late and I don’t want to keep everyone waiting,” you protest. You turn yourself around, Tom’s hands moving from under your dress to your waist, pulling you to his chest.

“Come on y/n. It’s okay if we’re a little late.” Tom pushes. He leans forwards and captures your lips with his.

You lean into the kiss. One hand going to cradle his cheek while the other one is on his chest. Tom’s hands slide down to your ass, giving them a squeeze. You groan at the action but pull away.

“Let’s go, baby. We can continue this when we come home.” You say, walking out of his arms and picking up your purse.

You and Tom walk to the front door and enter an Uber to take you to a nightclub where you will be spending time with Tom and his friends.

                                                           ***

The raving music and blinding, flashing lights overwhelm your senses. The smell of sweaty bodies and alcohol invades your nose. You hold tight onto Tom’s hand as to not lose him in the big crowd. Tom spots his friends at a private booth and you and Tom sit down at the table that already has drinks on. You greet everyone at the table. The whole table is filled with guys, you can smell the testosterone from where you’re sitting. The only familiar face you see is Harrison, so you two fire up a conversation.

After a few drinks, everyone is slurring their words and you feel needy for Tom. His touches before you two left linger on your skin. You look over at Tom, his face taut with focus, clearly interested in what the person is saying. You look at his outfit and you had to stop yourself from drooling. He looks so fucking good. You want him to take you on this table.

You push those thoughts aside and lay a hand on his thigh. He doesn’t think much of it. He places his hand on top of yours, his thumb stroking the back of your hand softly thinking you want some affection but this isn’t the affection that you want. So you slide your hand higher, squeezing the muscle under your hand. Tom flicks his eyes towards you and you smile at him.

You slide your hand higher, your fingers so close to grazing his dick. You really want his dick inside you. Tom’s hand squeezes yours, a warning. Just thinking of what he will do to you get’s your blood pumping and your pussy throbbing. Tom turns his head to the side and leans towards your ear.

“Behave”

“I want you.” You reply back, lust is evident in your eyes.

“We can continue this when we get home,” was his reply, a small smirk on his face, using the words that you used before you left the house. You scoff and retract your hand. Tom’s smirk still on his face as he turns his attention back to his friends.

Time has past and you down a few drinks, you can say you are well over tipsy and when you’re tipsy you make some… interesting decisions. Such as thinking about asking Harrison to dance to make Tom jealous.

“Hey Haz, do you want to dance?” You ask. Your words molding together from the alcohol. Harrison thinks it over and nods his head, slipping out of the booth. You do the same but Tom catches your arm. You turn to him.

“Where you going?” Tom asks.

“I’m going to go dance.” You respond, giving him a sweet smile.

“Okay, have fun and be careful and stay close in case anything happens.” Tom replies before letting your arm go. Oh, something is indeed going to happen.

You walk towards Harrison. The dance floor packed with moving bodies. The song playing has an intense beat so you and Harrison jump up and down and have fun with it. The song switches to Mad Love. You smirk up at Harrison and whisper in his ear.

“Do you want to help me to make Tom jealous, he’s really pissing me off.” You pull back to see his expression and a smirk crawls onto his face. You take that as a yes.

You turn your body around and press your ass against Harrisons' front. His hands go to your waist and pull you in further. You start swaying your hips to the beat of the song, losing yourself to the rhythm. You tilt your head to the side prompting Harrison to place kisses on your neck. He gets the message and places soft, wet kisses up and down your neck. Your eyes flutter closed at the contact and lean your head back onto his shoulder. His hands move to your hips. You continue to grind your ass against Harrison’s hardening dick. You smirk at the effect that you have on him.

“Fuck y/n. You’re really doing something down there” Harrison grunts into your ear. You grind down harder against him. Your ass feeling his now hard on through his pants and your dress.

You open your eyes and in your line of vision you see a raging Tom. His hands in fists and his face drawn in anger. You smirk at him, your plan has worked. You turn around and face Harrison. Your front pressed against his cock, you rest your arms on his shoulders and his hands on your lower back. You continue your grinding.

“He’s really pissed,” you giggle.

“Oh definitely, he’s coming over here.” Harrison says, watching Tom whizzing through the crowd toward you two. His face livid.

You feel Tom’s familiar hand grip your upper arm and yank you away from Harrison.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Tom seeth. You don’t know if it was the alcohol in your veins or the adrenaline of seeing Tom so angry but you sass him.

“I couldn’t get affection from you so I got it elsewhere.”

Tom’s anger falters a little, not expecting you to retort back to him like that.

“You want affection, i’ll give you goddam affection.” Tom says through gritted teeth before pulling you toward the club bathrooms.

You look back at Harrison and give him a wave. He chuckles to himself before walking back to the booth.

Tom enters the bathrooms and luckily no one is in it. He locks the main door so no one can enter the bathrooms. He grips your waist and hoists you onto the counter, your legs parting to let him stand in-between them. Tom’s hand wraps around your throat and applies pressure to the sides of your neck. You moan at the sensation.

“You think you can pull a stunt like that and not get punished? You are mine. You hear that. Mine. No one else can have you just like how no one else can have me.” Tom says into your ear. You nod your head. Your pussy dripping at his words and voice.

“You will not cum until I say you can and you have to beg for it.” Tom raises before letting go of your neck and pulling down your sleeves so your tits pop out of your dress.  

Tom leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth, you tilt your head back and let out a loud moan, your hand weaving into his hair. His hands go to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. He removes his mouth from your nipple, you whine at the loss of contact. Tom pulls down his pants until his hard cock springs up and slaps his lower stomach. You drool at the sight of it. Tom notices your ogling.

“You want my cock, baby girl?” Tom purrs out. His hand stroking himself in front of you. It's torturous to watch.

“Yes, daddy. I want you inside of me.” You whimper. You squeeze your thighs together, helping to get some friction to your pussy but the attempt is futile.

“You will once you prove to me that you can have it,” Tom says before kneeling on the floor. His hands opening up your legs and seeing your glistening pussy.

“Who made you this wet, baby? Was is it Harrison’s dick gridding against your ass?” Tom rasps, a challenge in his voice.

“No, daddy. It’s all you. All for you.” You whimper out. So desperate for him to touch you.

“Good answer.” He says. His head moving closer to your throbbing pussy. “Tell me when you’re going to cum and if you do without telling me you will get a worse punishment.” Tom adds before diving into your pussy.

Your back arches and you let out a pornographic moan. Your hands in his hair, pushing him into you more. His tongue flicks at your clit, his fingers teasing your entrance. He slips a finger in.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” you moan out.

He slips a finger into your pussy and you groan at the contact. He curls his finger and hits the perfect spot inside you that has you writhing under his tongue. His lips wrap around your clit and start to suck. Your legs start to shake and you feel your orgasm coming.

“Fuck Tom, I’m gonna-“ You moan out. Before you can get out your words Tom rips out his fingers. You whine at the loss of contact.

Tom pulls you forward more and teases your clit with the head of his cock. You whimper. He wants you to beg.

“Please fuck me daddy. I need your cock. I promise I’ll be good.” You beg, desperate from him to plunge into you.

“That’s my good girl.” Tom responds before sheathing himself into you.

You moan out at the sudden and delicious stretch of his dick inside of you. His hips start thrusting and you pull his face to yours and kiss him deeply. He trails kisses down your neck and suck hicks to the surface. Wanting everyone to know that you belong to him.

“uuhhh- Tommy, you fuck me so good. Your cock fills me up.” You whine out. Your legs around his waist as his hips pound relentlessly into you. His hands on the counter behind you.

“Could he make you feel as good as I do?” Tom asks, his hand coming up to grope your tit.

“Never. No one can fuck me like you can. No one.” You confirm. Speaking the truth. No one has cared enough to know how your body works other than Tom.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Tom grunts out, leaning down to take your nipple in his mouth and suck. You feel the familiar heat in your lower abdomen.

“I’m close daddy.” You moan out, lifting his head so you can trail kisses down his neck and suck hickies, showing others that he belong to you.

“Hold on baby, I’m almost there.” Tom pants out, speeding up his thrusts.

You clench your pussy around his cock to help him reach his orgasm. You rip open his shirt, buttons flying everywhere and trail your hand up and down his body. You’re struggling to hold on.

“You fuck me so fucking good Tommy. I love your cock so much.” You moan into his ear, it seems to do the trick.

“I’m gonna cum baby girl. Cum with me.” He grunts out, his hand coming to rub your clit and vicious circles. You let out a scream as your orgasm wash over you.

Tom’s thrusts become sloppier and you feel his hot cum fill you up, his hips rutting into yours as he rides out his high. He leans his sweaty head on your shoulder, pants coming out harshly out of his mouth. Yous hands raise to scratch lightly against his scalp, leaning your cheek against his head. A sheen of sweat coating the both of you.

“No one can ever top you Tommy. No one.” You whisper. He lifts his head up and pulls out of you.

“I’m glad to hear it baby because I got kinda jealous and insecure when I saw you with Harrison.” Tom confesses.

“There isn’t a reason to be. I only did what I did to get you a little pissed off but I love you and only you.” You say, bringing his face to lean your forehead on his, your hands on either side of his face.

“And I love you too you little brat.” Tom chuckles. You chuckle too.

You two clean yourselves up and head home where you and Tom made love until the sun rose.

[emerald-studies]

The complex Nina Simone

“Born Eunice Kathleen Waymon in Tryon, North Carolina on February 21st, 1933, Nina’s prodigious talent as a musician was evident early on when she started playing piano by ear at the age of three. Her mother, a Methodist minister, and her father, a handyman and preacher himself, couldn’t ignore young Eunice’s God-given gift of music. Raised in the church on the straight and narrow, her parents taught her right from wrong, to carry herself with dignity, and to work hard. She played piano – but didn’t sing – in her mother’s church, displaying remarkable talent early in her life. Able to play virtually anything by ear, she was soon studying classical music with an Englishwoman named Muriel Mazzanovich, who had moved to the small southern town. It was from these humble roots that Eunice developed a lifelong love of Johann Sebastian Bach, Chopin, Brahms, Beethoven and Schubert.After graduating valedictorian of her high school class, the community raised money for a scholarship for Eunice to study at Julliard in New York City before applying to the prestigious Curtis Institute of Music in Philadelphia. Her family had already moved to the City Of Brotherly Love, but Eunice’s hopes for a career as a pioneering African American classical pianist were dashed when the school denied her admission. To the end, she herself would claim that racism was the reason she did not attend. While her original dream was unfulfilled, Eunice ended up with an incredible worldwide career as Nina Simone – almost by default.

 One fateful day in 1954, looking to supplement her income, Eunice auditioned to sing at the Midtown Bar & Grill on Pacific Avenue in Atlantic City, New Jersey. Word spread about this new singer and pianist who was dipping into the songbooks of Gershwin, Cole Porter, Richard Rodgers, and the like, transforming popular tunes of the day into a unique synthesis of jazz, blues, and classical music. Her rich, deep velvet vocal tones, combined with her mastery of the keyboard, soon attracted club goers up and down the East Coast. In order to hide the fact that she was singing in bars, Eunice’s mother would refer to the practice as “working in the fires of hell”, overnight Eunice Waymon became Nina Simone by taking the nickname “Nina” meaning “little one” in Spanish and “Simone” after the actress Simone Signoret.At the age of twenty-four, Nina came to the attention of the record industry. After submitting a demo of songs she had recorded during a performance in New Hope, Pennsylvania, she was signed by Syd Nathan, owner of the Ohio-based King Records (home to James Brown), to his Jazz imprint, Bethlehem Records. The boisterous Nathan had insisted on choosing songs for her debut set, but eventually relented and allowed Nina to delve in the repertoire she had been performing at clubs up and down the eastern seaboard. One of Nina’s stated musical influences was Billie Holiday and her inspired reading of “Porgy” (from “Porgy & Bess”) heralded the arrival of a new talent on the national scene. At the same mammoth 13 hour session in 1957, recorded in New York City, Nina also cut “My Baby Just Cares For Me,” previously recorded by Nate King Cole, Count Basie, and Woody Herman. The song was used by Chanel in a perfume commercial in Europe in the 1980’s and it became a massive hit for Nina, a British chart topper at #5, and thus a staple of her repertoire for the rest of her career.

Nina Simone’s stay with Bethlehem Records was short lived and in 1959, after moving to New York City, she was signed by Joyce Selznik, the eastern talent scout for Colpix Records, a division of Columbia Pictures. Months after the release of her debut LP for the label (1959‘s The Amazing Nina Simone), Nina was performing at her first major New York City venue, the mid-Manhattan-located Town Hall. Sensing that her live performances would capture the essential spontaneity of her artistry, Colpix opted to record her September 12, 1959 show. “You Can Have Him,” a glorious torch song previously cut by Peggy Lee and Ella Fitzgerald, was one of the highlights of the evening. The song opened with a dazzling keyboard arpeggio that would become her signature for decades. So momentous was the Town Hall performance that it inspired some of the same musicians, featuring the vocals of Nina’s only daughter, Lisa Simone Kelly, to do a tribute to a sold out audience over forty five years later.As Nina’s reputation as an engaging live performer grew, it wasn’t long before she was asked to perform at the prestigious Newport Jazz Festival. Accompanied on the June 30th, 1960 show by Al Schackman, a guitarist who would go on to become Nina’s longest-running musical colleague, bassist Chris White, and drummer Bobby Hamilton, the dynamic show was recorded by the Colpix. The subsequent release in 1961 of the old blues tune “Trouble In Mind” as a single gave Nina her third charted record.Her stay with Colpix resulted in some wonderful albums – nine in all – included Nina’s version of Bessie Smith’s blues classic “Nobody Knows You When You’re Down And Out.” Issued as a single in 1960, it became Nina’s second charted Pop and R&B hit and one of two Colpix tracks to achieve such a feat during her five year stint with the label. Other stand out tracks from that era were the soulful song “Cotton Eyed Joe,” the torch tune “The Other Women,” and the Norwegian folk rendition of “Black Is The Color Of My True Love’s Hair” – all beautiful examples of Nina Simone at her storytelling best, painting a vivid picture with her skill as a lyrical interpreter. During this time with the label, Nina recorded one civil rights song, Oscar Brown Jr.’s “Brown Baby,” which was included on her fifth album for the label, At The Village Gate.“Critics started to talk about what sort of music I was playing,” writes Nina in her 1991 autobiography I Put A Spell On You, “and tried to find a neat slot to file it away in. It was difficult for them because I was playing popular songs in a classical style with a classical piano technique influenced by cocktail jazz. On top of that I included spirituals and children’s song in my performances, and those sorts of songs were automatically identified with the folk movement. So, saying what sort of music I played gave the critics problems because there was something from everything in there, but it also meant I was appreciated across the board – by jazz, folk, pop and blues fans as well as admirers of classical music.” Clearly Nina Simone was not an artist who could be easily classified.

Nina’s Colpix recordings cemented her appeal to a nightclub based U.S. audience. Once she moved to Phillips, a division of Dutch-owned Mercury Records, she was ready to expand her following globally. Her first LP for the label, 1964’s In Concert, signaled Nina’s undaunted stand for freedom and justice for all, stamping her irrevocably as a pioneer and inspirational leader in the U.S. Civil Rights Movement. Her own original “Mississippi Goddam” was banned throughout the South but such a response made no difference in Nina’s unyielding commitment to liberty; subsequent groundbreaking recordings for Philips like “Four Women” (recorded September 1965) and “Strange Fruit” continued to keep Nina in the forefront of the few performers willing to use music as a vehicle for social commentary and change. Such risks were seldom taken by artists during that time of such dramatic civil upheaval.For years, Nina felt there was much about the way that she made her living that was less than appealing. One gets a sense of that in the following passage from I Put A Spell on You where she explains her initial reluctance to perform material that was tied to the Civil Rights Movement.“Nightclubs were dirty, making records was dirty, popular music was dirty and to mix all that with politics seemed senseless and demeaning. And until songs like ‘Mississippi Goddam’ just burst out of me, I had musical problems as well. How can you take the memory of a man like [Civil Rights activist] Medgar Evers and reduce all that he was to three and a half minutes and a simple tune? That was the musical side of it I shied away from; I didn’t like ‘protest music’ because a lot of it was so simple and unimaginative it stripped the dignity away from the people it was trying to celebrate. But the Alabama church bombing and the murder of Medgar Evers stopped that argument and with ‘Mississippi Goddam,’ I realized there was no turning back.”

Nina was deeply affected by these two events. In 1962, she had befriended noted playwright Lorraine Hansberry and spoke often with her about the Civil Rights Movement. While she was moved by her conversations with Hansberry, it took the killing of Medgar Evers and the four girls in Birmingham to act as catalysts for a transformation of Nina’s career.There were many sides to Nina Simone. Among her most amazing recordings were the original and so-soulful version “Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood” and “I Put A Spell On You” (which had reached to #23 in the U.S. charts), eerily moody, unrestrained, drama to the max; “Ne Me Quitte Pas” tender, poignant, filled with melancholy; and with gospel-like fervor, the hypnotic voodoo of “See-Line Woman.” In her own unrivaled way, Nina also loved to venture into the more earthy side of life. After she signed with RCA Records in 1967 (a deal her then husband/manager Andy Stroud had negotiated), her very first recordings for the label included the saucy “Do I Move You?” and the undeniably sexual “I Want A Little Sugar In My Bowl” which were from the concept album entitled Nina Sings The Blues. Backed by a stellar cast of New York CIty session musicians, the album was far and away Nina’s most down-home recording session. By this time, Nina had become central to a circle of African American playwrights, poets, and writers all centered in Harlem along with the previously mentioned Lorraine Hansberry, James Baldwin and Langston Hughes. The outcome from one of the relationships became a highlight of the LP with the song “Backlash Blues,” a song that’s lyrics originated from the last poem Langston Hughes submitted for publication prior to his death in May, 1967 and gave to Nina.Nina’s seven years with RCA produced some remarkable recordings, ranging from two songs featured in the Broadway musical “Hair” (combined into a medley, “Ain’t Got No – I Got Life,” a #2 British hit in 1968) to a Simone-ified version of George Harrison’s “Here Comes The Sun,” which remained in Nina’s repertoire all the way through to her final performance in 2002. Along the way at RCA, songs penned by Bob Dylan (“Just Like A Woman”), the brothers Gibb (“To Love Somebody”), and Tina Turner (“Funkier Than A Mosquito’s Tweeter”) took pride of place alongside Nina’s own anthem of empowerment, the classic “To Be Young, Gifted, & Black,” a song written in memory of Nina’s good friend Lorraine Hansberry. The title of the song coming from a play Hansberry had been working on just prior to her death.After Nina left RCA, she spent a good deal of the 1970’s and early 1980’s living in Liberia, Barbados, England, Belgium, France, Switzerland and The Netherlands. In 1978, for the first time since she left RCA, Nina was convinced by U.S. jazz veteran Creed Taylor to make an album for his CTI label. This would be her first new studio album in six years and she recorded it in Belgium with strings and background vocals cut in New York City. With the kind of “clean” sound that was a hallmark of CTI recordings, the Nina Simone album that emerged was simply brilliant. Nina herself would later claimed that she ”hated” the record but many fans strongly disagreed. With an eighteen piece string section conducted by David Mathews (known for his arrangements on James Brown’s records), the results were spectacular. The title track, Randy Newman’s evocative “Baltimore,” was an inspired Nina Simone choice. It had a beautifully constructed reggae-like beat and used some of the finest musicians producer Creed Taylor could find including Nina’s guitarist and music director, Al Schackman.

Aside from 1982’s Fodder On My Wings that Nina recorded for Carrere Records, two albums she made of the independent VPI label in Hollywood (Nina’s Back and Live And Kickin’) in 1985, and a 1987 Live At Vine Street set recorded for Verve, Nina Simone did not make another full length album until Elektra A&R executive Michael Alago persuaded her to record again. After much wining and dining, Nina finally signed on the dotted line. Elektra tapped producer Andre Fischer, noted conductor Jeremy Lubbock, and a trio of respected musicians to provide the suitable environment for this highly personal reading of “A Single Woman,” which became the centerpiece and title track for Nina Simone’s final full length album.With two marriages behind her in 1993 she settled in Carry-le-Rout, near Aix-en-Provence in Southern France. She would continue to tour through the 1990’s and became very much ‘the single woman’ she sang about on her last label recording. She rarely traveled without an entourage, but if you were fortunate enough to get to know the woman behind the music you could glimpse the solitary soul that understood the pain of being misunderstood. It was one of Nina’s many abilities to comprehend the bittersweet qualities of life and then parlay them into a song that made her such an enduring and fascinating person.

In her autobiography, Nina Simone writes that her function as an artist is “…to make people feel on a deep level. It’s difficult to describe because it’s not something you can analyze; to get near what it’s about you have to play it. And when you’ve caught it, when you’ve got the audience hooked, you always know because it’s like electricity hanging in the air.” It was that very electricity that made her such an important artist to so many and it will be that electricity that continues to turn on new people all over the world for years to come.Nina Simone died in her sleep at her home in Carry-le-Rout, Bouches-du-Rhone on April 21, 2003. Her funeral service was attended by Miriam Makeba, Patti Labelle, poet Sonia Sanchez, actor Ossie Davis and hundreds of others. Elton John sent a floral tribute with the message, “You were the greatest and I love you”.” (source)

Watch “What Happened Miss Simone?”

[dadzawa-adopt-dabi]

Transbodyswap fic

Keigo had only gotten hit with the quirk because he had shoved Shigaraki out of the way. It was a stupid move on his part, body moving without thinking. Shigaraki had already been attempting to dodge but Keigo hadn’t given him time to finish getting out of the way. He hipchecked Shig out of the way, resulting in him getting smacked with the quirk instead. A beam of light shoots from their palm,hitting one of his wings. Dabi shoots to his side when he wavers, having trouble standing upright. He feels slightly dizzy, like he has a concussion.Him shoving Shigaraki gave him a chance to finally get his protective gloves off and shove himself to his feet. Dabi shot a plume of his blue fire to cover Shig and it melts the asshole’s shoes to the cement, effectively trapping her as he grabs a pair of quirk cuffs hanging off Keigo’s belt.

“You're so goddam lucky I'm not able to incinerate your trashy ass right now.” Dabi hisses as he clacks them around her wrists. Keigo could drop her off at a police station in a few minutes. 

“Save it Dabi, Didn’t do anything but make me lose my balance for maybe 30 seconds.” Keigo huffed from where he was leaning against a wall.

Dabi’s hands flutter with the want to help him but don’t touch him.

“Keigo are you alright?” Dabi reached out and grabbed his shoulder, cupping his face with his other hand. Tilting his face towards him and removing his visor, checking his pupils to see if he had a concussion.

“Aw worried hot stuff? I was just knocked a little off balance. I’m fine.” Keigo still leaned into the hand on his face. He made no move to stand up straight instead letting Dabi sling his arm over Dabi’s thin shoulders. 

“Dizzy? Nauseous? Do we need to try and get you to a hospital or to a vet here birdy?” Dabi was only half joking. He truly was worried and it showed in his eyes as he frowned Keigo seemed to shake it off.

“I go to a commision appointed doctor, you know that.” keigo smirks up at him and flaps his wings to get the others to give him some more room.

“What the fuck were you thinking you peice of roadkill?” Shigaraki snarled at him. Trembling in either anger or fear. He seemed to come to his senses and grabbed the villain who was sitting against the wall. She would be dropped off by Kuroguri since Hawks seemed to be down for the moment. Might have been the quirk or with how Hawks had been working lately it could also just be exhaustion.

 “We don’t even know what their quirk does, it could have been anything and you might have just gotten hit with it because you couldn't stand to what? Couldn't stand to let a villian get hurt?” He furiously messed with his phone in his other hand. Either texting Kuroguri to complain or to get them a portal home.

“I accept that whatever happens is my fault for jumping in front of you. You probably could have dodged. I just didn’t give myself time to think.” shrugging off the last of their concern he grabbed Dabi’s arm. 

“Now I believe we were on a mission for Disney movie night? Snacks are in order and I’m not letting a random vigilante attacking us try to ruin league night!” Keigo’s voice isn't even forced into being chipper, he’s genuinely excited about movie night it seems. A warpgate opened next to them and Shigaraki sighed.

“They still want to get snacks I guess. Can you warp her outside the nearest police station?” He nudged the vigilante towards the portal and pulled back on his gloves. Artist ones Dabi had gotten him that left all but his pinky and thumb exposed.

“Fucking hell, roadkill waiting to happen thats what you are.” shaking his head, Shigaraki pushed the vigilante through the portal the rest of the way and started walking in the direction of the 24hr convience store.

“I’ll let you know I eat roadkill for breakfast and you're being very rude by bringing it up!” Hawks turned his nose high up in the air and arched his wings. Playing up being offended to watch Shigaraki sputter and Dabi threaten Shig with silent dagger eyes. It was cute in a way, making little butterflies flutter in his stomach, the way Dabi thought he needed to be defended. 

He hadn’t felt anything for anyone in what felt like years, not like this at least. Pure attraction tugging a smile onto his face. He still hadn’t made a move to respond to Dabi’s flirting.  He wanted to but just...didn't know how Dabi felt yet he guessed. 

He was a villain but he seemed to be so kind, and Magne was always respected around them. Maybe Dabi just didn’t want to date a trans person? He wasn’t ready to deal with the heartache if he wasn’t. Didn’t want to confess to something so personal quite yet.

Movie night ended up going as just like Keigo hoped it would. Popcorn being thrown everywhere and impromptu sing alongs to a lot of songs. Dabi kept trying to get him to duet with him. He had only ever sung for Rumi before. Well,  Dabi had walked in on him once when he was singing in the kitchen. He had broken in but Dabi had a habit of making himself at home in places he wasn't supposed to be.

Most of the others fell asleep in the living room but when he started nodding off on Dabi's shoulder Dabi had gently shaken him awake to lead him to his room.

“I can’t - i mean. I should- it's better if I just go home Dab’s, what if whoevers room this is wakes up and finds me in their bed?”  He hovered outside the doorway.

“This is your room. For when you're here anyways.” Dabi leaned against the doorframe and smirked at him.

“I'm not here that often though? Are you guys sure, I'm still a Hero you know.” Hawks lips were twisted up in a smile when he said it,but it was his hero persona talking to Dabi, not Keigo. He still had the bad habit of covering anything he was unsure or too emotional about with his Hero persona. It was too easy for him to do so, Dabi had worked hard to see the cracks in the shield and read the person underneath.

“It's alright to leave if you're uncomfortable with it. Shigaraki won’t change his mind about giving you one either way.'' Dabi reassured him. He had no right to be looking as hot as he was. Leaning against a doorframe and smirking at him.

“It's not that I'm that uncomfortable with it, but how will everyone else feel with me sleeping here? A Hero in your home?” He countered. 

“Everyone was pretty excited when we told them we were giving you a room, actually pretty bird” Dabi shrugged. He was tempted to offer Hawks his bed but Hawks rarely responded to his flirting as it was and he would rather not scare him off.

“Pretty bird now huh? Not roadkill or chicken? Careful, I'll think you're getting soft on me hotstuff.“ Keigo smirked and leaned forward jokingly. Like he was going to give Dabi a kiss, puckering his lips cartoonishly.

“I’ll take you up on that kiss in a heartbeat if you're not careful” Dabi smiled and leaned in closer as Keigo regained control of his senses and stepped back into his room.

“Night pretty bird i'll dream of you” Keigo could hear Dabi laughing on the other side of the door not the least bit put off or sour.

“better keep it pg13!” letting out a tired laugh Keigo flopped onto his bed. An entire room without surveillance he could just relax in. A room for him for when he got tired of being a hero 24/7 and wanted to be a person for a little bit. 

The league did a lot for him and they didn't always realize it, things like this room. Reserved for someone who might rarely if ever use it. Like the raw ground turkey meat in the fridge, because Toga drank blood and Shuichi ate raw eggs. So really Keigo’s dietary needs were not that abnormal for someone with a predatory animal quirk. Just about everyone helped him preen his wings.

 He fell asleep almost the instant his head hit the pillow.

When he woke up he didn’t recognize anything. Maybe because this room belongs to him his guard was down lower than usual?

He stretched and felt the lack of wings on his back. Oh, one of those nightmares. Okay, he could deal with this, he didn't usually lucid dream but he had once or twice. He knew the general rules to keep his dream in control.

Then a certain lower body part that did not usually feel like that brushed against the sheets, jolting him fully awake. He shot bolt upright out of bed. Floundering to throw off the covers and take stock of himself.  He saw deeply scarred purple skin held to healthy skin with shiny staples. It caused him to reel back out of shock, he ended up falling completely out of bed with a wince.

 That- that was not his. He would know if that was his. It didn't occur to him to not check it, that this wasn’t his body to look at. He had just looked down and there it was. Jesusu fucki- fuck, it was even pierced. Oh fuck,it hits him like a brick. Slightly harder, because he’s been thrown into bricks with less force than the realization that he is in Dabi’s body hits him with.

Then where was- Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Shit god damn it. He starts reading to leave, yanking on a pair of nearby pants with a t-shirt. He hears a curse and a thump from where he guesses his room is and starts to walk quickly down the hall. He hears the start of Dabi waking up in his body, cussing and the sound of his wings throwing Dabi out of bed and picks up the pace to a run.

“What the fu-” is all that meets his ears before he slides around the corner and slams himself into the front door before he can stop and open it.

“Dabi? What’s wro- ” Magne starts to ask in concern before he’s out the door, pushing Dabi’s already burning lungs and aching muscles to go faster.

He hears someone call for Dabi but by the time anyone thinks to call for him, Keigo, He’s already almost out of earshot. Running in Dabi’s body is different, his lungs won’t work and he keeps gasping. He almost falls several times, catching himself at the last moment before his face can meet the pavement. Once or twice he over balances and he has to smack his hand against the ground to shove himself back upright to keep going, still in a panic. He’s pushed Dabi's body too hard, smoke escaping from the seams. His lungs burn and his muscles twitch consistantly.

Keigo stares over at his building from the dirty alleyway, debating how he’s going to get into his apartment while in Dabi’s body.  A loud Hawk screech sounds startling him. Dabi hadn’t, had he? He knows what he sounds like when he’s been startled and a few weeks ago Dabi had startled him badly enough that he had lost control of his vocal cords. Which led to him letting out a startled screech, always so loud due to his quirk. He smacks at the pockets on his pants looking for the phone and finds it in the hoodie pouch. Did he accidently steal Dabi’s phone? Fuck the phone actually, he techniccally stole Dabi’s body by taking off like he had.

He flinches as he thinks about it. He stole Dabi’s body and left him stuck in his. He silently mourns the flirting and discrete courting Dabi had been attempting. The research he had done for nothing, the gifts he had been giving Keigo and the preening he teased him with.

 Dabi’s phone gives another screech in his hand and he opens it. There’s two texts from his number. His number was saved under ‘A pretty bird’.

>I'm going to assume you went home. We’re going to track down the women who hit you with her quirk.

> You need to go in through the back service entrance and use the elevator there. No one should spot you.

The phone is silent for a few seconds as Keigo ducks into the alley beside his building, he finds the service entrance relatively easy and eases inside, wincing at the creak of the door. Then it screeches again and he yanks it out of his pocket to turn the sound down. Heart pounding he checks what Dabi sent now.

>I'm sorry if I've made you uncomfortable. I'll try and stop by later if I can so we can talk if you want.

He notices as he shuts the service door that a sponge is tucked into the lock. His security really did suck if this was how Dabi was always getting into his building. True to Dabi’s word though he didn't see anyone as he rode the elevator up to his floor.His apartment door is never locked anymore, anyone who would come over already knows how to lockpick. 

< I’m sorry.

He finally responds to Dabi and tucks himself into his nest. Curling up under a blanket and looking through Dabi’s phone games. There’s not much. Collect some goldfish, a couple match 3 and a hidden objects one. Nothing like Keigo’s mix of cafe and gacha games.

>What the fuck are you sorry for? Not your fault the bitch whammied you with her quirk. 

<You know what I mean. I didn’t tell you and you're stuck in my body, so now you know.

>We’re talking about this later when I can see your face.

Keigo’s heart squeezes and he feels like he should be crying but there’s nothing there when he brushes his hands against Dabi’s eyes. Catching on the staples there reminds him that he still has to clean and disinfect Dabi’s staples. He would give anything to slip into a muscle bath soak right now to ease Dabi’s twitching muscles but he doesn't know how the scars would react.

He checks what damage he can see first. Dabi’s staples around his wrists and on his face. Before realizing he can feel something wet dripping down his legs. Glancing down he wonders how he didn’t feel the staples tearing out of Dabi’s skin before. He presses hard on a patch to check and just feels a small bit of pressure instead. He can't, Dabi can’t feel anything on his scars he realizes. Keigo feels like his eyes should be crying again.

He puts the staples back in that he can and presses a peroxide soaked cotton ball to the wounds. Then he takes a roll of cloth bandages and wraps the seams as best as he can. He leaves his bathroom a mess, figuring he can clean that up later. 

He flops back into his nest feeling cleaner and a little less like he’s going to fall apart. He gets a text from Dabi warning him he’s coming in after passing a ridiculous amount of levels in one of his games. A swirl of black and the sounds of a busy house fill his silent apartment. Sako promising not to cut himself if Kuroguri let him help cook breakfast. Jin arguing with himself over if he wants coffee or juice. Toga sleepy and demanding Shigaraki sit next to her. Keigo’s gotten attached and he hadn’t even noticed. He knows what they like to eat in the morning and how they greet him when he stops by for what’s essentially his lunch but everyone else’s breakfast. 

“-and you better fucking kiss him, Don’t come back until he’s been well fucked and well kissed.” Magne's voice cuts above the chaos as one of Keigo’s red wings pokes through the warp gate. Frank and loud as always, bringing him back to the present situation of Dabi coming through a portal to his utterly trashed apartment. For fucks sake he has a half empty bottle of alcohol uncapped and left on his bedside table. Not to mention the trash all over. He plucks a pop tart wrapper out of his blankets before he shrugs and leaves it, nothing he could do about his mess of a personal life now.

“Can you not? I’m fucking trying to eat breakfeast.” Shigaraki hissed at her. 

“Just get his ass back here when this mess is fixed.” Dabi steps through the portal in Keigo’s body and it lacks all of his usual grace. He’s more like falling through it,wings obviously unbalancing him.

“He’ll come back if he wants assface. I ain’t going to force him to do shit either of you.” He gestures to Kuroguri to close the portal as their very loud complaining starts up. Keigo’s wings relax and droop to the floor, as Dabi turns around and looks at Keigo’s sty of a room. He raises an eyebrow but that’s it. Looking at Keigo in the nest however has his wings lifting up into a protective shield.

“Hey Pretty bird.” Dabi sits on the edge of the nest and Keigo’s wings he’s wearing relax again. They seem to be extremely expressive on Dabi, constantly moving themselves wherever they want and getting in his way.

“I’m sorry.” he gulps while curling into himself until he feels a stretch of skin somewhere on his back tug sharply. Fuck, Dabi must have scars on his back too. These didn’t have the lack of feeling around it like the others did. “This isn’t how I wanted to tell you. I promise I was going to before we did anyth-”

Dabi gently tugged on his stapled limbs, interrupting Keigo and making him unwind himself from his little ball. It wasn’t a comfortable position on his scars, he knew from experience.

“I said I would talk to you. About this. It doesn't have to be now either, or really ever.”  Dabi gestured to the body he was currently wearing while he was speaking. It didn’t really matter what body parts Keigo had, not to him at least.

“I care more about your comfort level than what’s in your pants. Have I been making you uncomfortable with all the flirting?” Keigo’s wings rustled and twitched on his back. He had no idea how Keigo kept them from moving all the time. The feathers themselves moved a lot but the appendages themselves were attention grabbing.

“No It’s, It’s not that.” Keigo grabs his own body’s hand, feeling Dabi’s heart skip a beat. “I liked flirting. Didn’t want it to stop actually.”

“It doesn't have to stop then.” Dabi wove their fingers together and squeezed his own hand. Keigo’s wings flared open as wide as they could and he swayed as he fought to not be overbalanced by them. Keigo pulled on their joined hands so he flopped fully into the nest and laid over his own body’s legs.

“I'm more concerned with the way your body aches all over. Why do your wing joints feel like they are on fire? Trust me I know what that feels like.” Dabi propped himself up and noticed small drops of blood on Keigo’s sweatpants. Shit, Keigo must have torn some staples in Dabi’s legs earlier.

 “you can tell me how to fix that after we take care of my staples. You tore a few while you were running off this morning.” Dabi helped Keigo out of his nest, blue eyes locked with his golden brown ones. Keigo’s wings flared again and Dabi smirked, he was starting to get an idea of what the flaring meant.

Keigo gently laughs as he sits on the lid of the toilet and pulls down his borrowed sweats. Keigo’s wings flare wide as he sits down between his own body’s thighs to inspect the damage. It’s not as bad as it could be and he asks about Keigo’s wings to distract them as he carefully straightens and wraps them.

“Um that’s.” Keigo blushes as he tries to find the words to explain courtship displays when he realizes Dabi is the one attracted to him. Dabi is the one fanning himself out and kneeling between his legs. It’s his body displaying the signs but it’s Dabi who’s turned on at the thought of kneeling between Keigo’s legs. “Serious? I can’t believe you're getting turned on right now. I just fucked your staples up and you're having to help patch me up.”

Dabi snorted and gently unwrapped the mess Keigo had slapped on his wounds. “I’ve got a snarky bird in front me who I happen to like very much. Sue me. This quirk should wear off in about two days. We can stay here or we can go home.” He finished wrapping his seams and looked up at Keigo gently smoothing the seams as he focused on trying to fold Keigo’s wings to his back.

Keigo glanced down at Dabi, wings spread and licked his lips at the image.  “I’d like to stay here if it’s alright, I think I want some time with just us.” 

 “I’ll let the League know I won’t be back till later then.” Dabi stands, pulling Keigo gently up with him to avoid stressing his staples again. He goes to turn away and Keigo grabs his own wings and yanks him back in for a kiss. Dabi let’s out a startled moan at the action.

“You can do that after you help me with something else.” Keigo smirks so largely he can feel the staples in Dabi’s face struggling not to tear.

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Radio Decameron |1.16.21 & 1.23.21

Secret Radio | 1.16.21 & 1.23.21 | Hear it here.

1. Sylvain Sylvain - “I’m So Sorry”

I never feel right saying “RIP” or “rest in peace” about an actual human being who is no longer with us. But I will say: I hope Sylvain Sylvain died content with the music he made and the life he lived. 

2. The Honeydrippers - “Impeach the President”

And ideally, then we would never have to hear from or talk about that accursed criminal ever again. We recorded this section before the inauguration — may we never forget how ALL 50 STATE CAPITOLS plus the US Capitol itself were being guarded against attacks by American citizens on that day — and shit was tense there for many days. As of this writing, things are… unviolent. It feels like a lull to me, honestly, rather than, say, all that stuff being in the rearview. It is not. 

But meanwhile, check that beat out!  

I love how Roy Charles is trying to convince them to stop demanding, but they just keep insisting. This song is brilliant, and the playing is — c’mon now — unimpeachable.

3. Niagara - “Tchiki boum”

We heard this song in the film “Perdrix,” known as “The Bare Necessity” in the version we saw via SLIFF. They’re dancing in a club to this, and it’s just a really distractingly good song for the scene.

- C.K. Mann - “Mber Papa”

We just recently learned about Essiebons by learning that he passed just this August. He was a producer of legendary status to a lot of people. Listening around his music we came upon C.K. Mann and this righteous track, which Essiebons produced. I think this is a pretty ultra track, really. Every instrument really kicks it out. I hope Essiebons died happy.

4. Rocky Horror Picture Show - “Hot Patootie / Bless My Soul”

New president, feeling kinda upbeat and hopeful. Really just starting to feel the tips of my soul from where it’s been getting singed. It’s going to take a long time to scab over what happened to us all over the last four years. I’m so fucking glad he’s gone that it makes me really love that rock n roll!

5. Moon Unit & Frank Zappa - “Valley Girl”

Tell you what: we watched the movie “Zappa” recently as part of a film festival, and I highly recommend watching it at your earliest opportunity. It is absolutely for people who do, and for people who do not, love his music. He shows up as a really interesting character throughout his whole life. The film skips through his songs with amazing speed, which actually works really well in his case. This song is with his daughter Moon Unit, who actually slid a handwritten note under his door introducing herself by name and saying that she wanted to collaborate on a project. They did this, and while Zappa was in Europe, Moon Unit brought the acetates to KROC and the song became an instant hit for them. Meanwhile he was writing for multiple orchestras.

6. Jacques Dutronc - “Sur Une Nappe de Restaurant” 

This is totally not how I tune my drums, but I love how Dutronc’s drums sound in every song. I mean, the whole band of course, but there is a physical space both in the drum part as written and in the recorded texture of the whole that is just deep and wide.

7. Nyame Bekyere - “Medley: Broken Heart / Aunty Yaa / Omo Yaba (Nzema)”

This is another discovery via Essebiens, who released it on Essiebons Enterprises. It’s such an intense track! The cover artwork is by K. Frimpong, who plays a crazy Cuban guitar style on his own albums. 

8. Ros Serey Sothea - “Tngai Neas Kyom Yam Sra (Today I Drink Wine)”

This is a voice, and a cast of characters, I can’t stop thinking about. This is from “Cambodian Rocks Vol 1,” which is full of great recordings. Her voice could shatter glass, and it’s so skillfully wielded — I’d love to hear her in a face-off with Frankie Valli.

- There’s a moment from Paige’s phone archives of a little George and Isabelle aching to ride rides at the Millstadt homecoming.

9. Les Poppys - “Isabelle je t’aime” 

These young boys singing collectively about their — collective? 17 individual? — love(s) for Isabelle is even more innocent in video format:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o618mlIaR7E

- more C.K. Mann - “Mber Papa”

10. The Jam - “In the City”

This song makes me miss the city so much! It sounds like everything we really can’t get up to right now. I feel like this song helps me feel like I’m walking fast under streetlights.

11. Bruno Leys - “Maintenant je suis un voyou”

This 7” from Born Bad is so incredible! Bruno Leys worked on just a few songs with a band that included a guy named Emmanuel Pairault who plays parts on an instrument called the ondes Martenot, a super early, very eclectic and ungainly electronic instrument. The fact that he could actually compose music of any kind on it was considered remarkable. The fact that he was able to write such incredibly expressive parts to thoroughly filigree the choruses is what amazes me. 

This band recorded four songs, then Bruno Leys left for his military service, and when he came back it was all completely over — the catalog was sold, everyone was scattered. Four songs. 

12. Sleepy Kitty - “Nothing = You”

I’m pretty sure this song was essentially our response to our own growing fascination with French pop. To me it sounds more French than American in texture. We played this song with the Incurables once at The Pageant in STL and it was especially glorious. I think of that moment — Kevin Bachmann harmonizing flawlessly with Paige, four different guitars ringing through the chords — every time I hear this track.

13. Plastic Bertrand - “Pogo Pogo”

I don’t know why or when “Ça Plane Pour Moi” became the one French pop song that Americans are likely to know, but it’s a total banger so I have no complaints. It turns out that pretty much all of his songs sound very similar — one-note melodies in the verse, cool vocalese hooks in the chorus, and super-driving guitar parts throughout. Turns out that’s a formula we totally dig!

14. Os K-rrascos & Vanessinha Do Picatchu - “Bochecha Ardendo”

For whatever reason, a variety of Brazilian music seemed to be the very hottest stuff to be found in Chicago’s art-school party nights, and I remember losing my mind to some heavy Brazilian rhythms that just kept folding over and over on themselves while staying so impossibly funky that the whole night just turned into a deep-green-and-dark orange smear of a late-night winter warehouse dancing and sweating and then way, way later, walking home steaming along a cold sidewalk on a tree-lined street.

- Eric Dolphy - “Hat and Beard”

15. Von Südenfed - “The Rhinohead” 

I feel like no one in my zone talks enough about how awesome Von Südenfed is. I mean, we only know this one album, but it’s so fascinating — a band where Mark E. Smith is contributing but not in control, and on purpose. He shows off his pop chops and gets to be a whole different character in this one place, while the Mouse on Mars guys get to play new characters themselves. It feels like it’s related to “Extricate” in how it’s constructed, but the music doesn’t sound like something any version of the Fall has made. 

16. Fischer-Spooner - “The 15th”

A friend of Wire is a friend of ours.

p.s. Paige here, they went to SAIC (before I arrived) but they were super famous to all of us in the dorms. 

17. T.P. Orchestre - “Pourquoi Pas?”

The depths of this band just continue to amaze us. We’re waiting on some T.P.O.C. vinyl right now, featuring mostly songs we’ve never heard, and the everlovin’ post office is misdelivering it BACK to France even as I write this. It’s driving us totally nuts.

18. Nina Simone - “Mississippi Goddam”

The hardness of her voice, the hardness of her experience, the hardness of her words.

19. Fanny - “Blind Alley”

I don’t know who first put this in front of my eyes, but it was a few years ago. The video is so basic — they’re performing in front of a video-psych effect — but the performers themselves are just so absorbing. And the production is so heavy, it feels legendary. 

20. Manmadha Leela soundtrack - “Kushalamena”

I think we first saw a colorful glimpse of this song before we heard it. Paige automatically starts dancing a little dance as soon as “Kushalamena” comes on. 

This I think came from the “Now Playing” group I’m in on FB: a guy was holding out a picture of the cover of this album and said he’d bought 40 more like it and he LOVED EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. He just wanted to see if anyone knew anything more about them. I did my best to hear the album he was showing. I think this is it. I think he’s right to be super jazzed about it, we just want to hang out with him and listen to all those records.

21. Francis Bebey - “Je vous aime zaime zaime”

Paige was working on her pronunciation and when to use the ellision — the z sound for the s letter, depending on what comes next — and he said something about, “Unless you’re Francis Bebey and you’re singing ‘Je vous aime zaime zaime.” And she said, “Francis Bebey? I know Francis Bebey!” and he said, “No, you’re thinking of another Francis.” But we all know the truth. This was our introduction to the song though.

- Jack Teagarden - “I Guess I’ll Have to Change My Plan”

Paige was looking for the Fred Astaire & Jack Buchanan version from “The Bandwagon,” but found this great instrumental trombone-forward version instead.

22. Pono AM - "Good Vibes"

This is one of those things you see every once in a great while when you’re playing clubs in a music scene — a band hits a natural home run. They just have an undeniably appealing crowdpleaser of a song that they wrote, and everyone flips out when they hear it. We salute Pono AM for writing this perfect song. They enrich the STL music world. My only advice to them was to never get tired of it or take it for granted. 

Paige: We took their band photos at our space on Cherokee Street, for an RFT article. I was impressed because they arrived with matching shirts that still had the tags on them, and it was really exciting to see a new band on the scene who was really good and also putting in the effort to be graphically interesting. We believe that stuff counts. All of their shows, if you got there early, you’d see all of the band members blowing up as many balloons as they could, so there would be balloons bouncing around their set for the whole show, and it made it even better.

23. Sir Victor Uwaifo And His Titibitis - "Iranm Iran"

Analog Africa has a new album! It’s called “Edo International,” and it shows off a whole other side of Beninese music that isn’t T.P. Orchestre. I think of T.P. Orchestre as just a giant force in Beninese music, but then this comp comes out showing so many other roots of Benin City’s highlife-funk scene. Victor Uwaifo was a Nigerian guitarist who returned to his hometown in Benin City and built Joromi Studio. The sound he put together at that place, via his own bands and others’, came to be called Edo Funk.

24. Laughing Man - "Brilliant Colors"

This is a tape of one of the artists of one of the group houses that we always would stay at in DC. Benjamin Schurr runs a tape label and it was always such a treat getting the new batch of Blight. releases for the van soundsystem when we’d roll through town, or one of his bands would tour through St. Louis. They were always interesting stuff and a wide range of sounds and styles. 

We first met Brandon Moses when he was on tour with Paperhaus in St. Louis. I think it was his birthday, too. He didn’t tour a ton with them. Laughing Man was our first time hearing him front songs. We always enjoyed staying with Erik and Benjamin and Brandon and enjoyed sharing that green power juice that Brandon gave us — really powered us up for the next drive. 

- Bembeya Jazz - “Petit Sokou”

I have felt love for this song for awhile, but Josh Weinstein recently sent a video of the band actually performing this song and WOW, it is hypnotizing. The outfits, the instruments, and the expressiveness of the guitar playing are all so vivid in black and white: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RpZVF_kKUJ4

25. Maxime le Forestier - “San Francisco”

Our thanks to Paige’s French instructor for showing us this song. Paige’s version is well worth hearing too, I must say: https://www.instagram.com/p/CKhJfqDDe2q/

p.s. Paige again, if you want to see the dragon birthday card that Evan made, here it is!