#i love this song and it reminded me of him

[l4ndonorizz]

first date gone wrong / lando norris x reader

pairing: lando norris x reader

song: videoclub - roi

summary: a chaotic first date with Lando Norris—from spilled wine to fire alarms—turns into an unforgettable night, proving that sometimes, disaster leads to the best moments

wc: 1.5k

You had been waiting for this night for what felt like forever. After months of playful banter, lingering looks, and not-so-subtle flirting, Lando had finally asked you out. When he suggested dinner at a trendy new restaurant in the heart of the city, your excitement had skyrocketed. You spent far too long getting ready, agonizing over what to wear, how to do your hair, and if your nerves were showing.

This was Lando Norris, after all. Charming, witty, and undeniably attractive—not to mention one of the most talented drivers in Formula 1. The thought of this date being a disaster hadn’t even crossed your mind.

But perfect was far from how things were turning out.

The first sign of disaster came when Lando texted you, telling you he was running late. Something about getting stuck in traffic after a last-minute sim session. Typical. Still, when he finally showed up, his sheepish grin and casual apology had you forgiving him instantly.

“Sorry, love. I swear, the city just conspires against me,” he said, pulling you into a quick hug before stepping back to give you a once-over. His eyes widened, clearly impressed. “You look...wow.”

Your cheeks heated at the compliment, but before you could respond, the maître d’ cleared his throat, reminding you both that you were, in fact, standing in the entrance of a fancy restaurant, blocking traffic.

Once seated, things seemed to fall into place. The restaurant was beautiful—dimly lit with a warm, inviting atmosphere. The soft glow of candlelight flickered between you, and the background noise of clinking glasses and murmured conversations created the perfect ambiance. Lando, dressed in a casual suit jacket and his signature charm, leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, clearly ready to dive into the night.

“So,” he said, flashing you a grin, “how have I managed to convince you to actually go out with me?”

You rolled your eyes, playing along. “Convince me? More like I was waiting for you to finally get a clue.”

Lando let out a bark of laughter, his eyes crinkling at the edges. “Fair point. I guess I’m a bit slow off the line sometimes.”

The conversation flowed easily, as it always did with Lando. He made you laugh without even trying, and before you knew it, you were both swapping stories about your lives, joking about past experiences, and sharing little pieces of yourselves that you hadn’t before. It felt effortless—like you’d been doing this for ages.

That is, until the drinks arrived.

As the waiter set the glasses down, one of them tipped slightly, sending red wine spilling all over your lap. You gasped, pushing your chair back in shock as the cold liquid seeped into your clothes.

“Oh, no,” you muttered, trying to dab at your dress with a napkin.

Lando was instantly on his feet, grabbing napkins and doing his best to help. “I’m so sorry! I’ll—uh, I’ll get them to bring something else. Can we get some towels?” he called out to the waiter, who looked equally mortified.

You couldn’t help but laugh. It was a ridiculous situation—your carefully chosen outfit now stained with wine—but the way Lando was scrambling to fix things made it impossible to be upset. “Well, at least I didn’t wear white.”

Lando grinned, though his eyes were full of guilt. “I swear this never happens…except for that one time I spilled water all over my steering wheel during a stream.”

You chuckled. “You’re not exactly selling yourself here.”

“Stick around. I promise I get better,” he said with a wink, his teasing easing the tension.

Once the wine debacle was resolved, things seemed to settle again. The waiter brought fresh drinks, and you resumed your conversation, laughing about the incident. But as the evening continued, so did the mishaps.

Just as your food arrived, the fire alarm went off. You stared at each other in confusion, until one of the waiters rushed over, explaining that someone in the kitchen had overcooked a dish, and the smoke had set off the alarm. The entire restaurant had to be evacuated.

You and Lando found yourselves standing outside in the chilly night air, arms crossed as you waited for the chaos to die down. The sight of him, bundled up in his jacket with his hair slightly tousled from the wind, was somehow even more charming.

“Well,” Lando said with a wry smile, rubbing the back of his neck. “This is going well.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Is this part of your plan? To make this the most chaotic date ever?”

Lando grinned sheepishly. “What can I say? I like to keep things interesting.”

The restaurant staff eventually got the situation under control, and you were allowed back inside. Your food was still warm, surprisingly, and it looked delicious. For a few blissful moments, it seemed like things were back on track.

Until, of course, Lando knocked over his drink. Again.

The glass tumbled across the table, the contents spilling everywhere. You reached out instinctively, trying to catch it, but it was too late. The drink splashed onto the floor, and in a comedy of errors, the waiter—already flustered from the earlier fire alarm—slipped on the liquid, sending the rest of the meal crashing down with him.

You and Lando sat in stunned silence for a moment before both of you burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“Well,” you managed between giggles, “at least the food didn’t end up in my lap this time.”

Lando leaned back in his chair, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’m officially the worst date ever. Like, this is rock bottom.”

You wiped away a tear from laughing so hard and gave him a sympathetic smile. “I don’t know, I think this is pretty unforgettable.”

“Unforgettable in the worst possible way,” he groaned, though you could see the humor returning to his eyes. “I swear, I’ll make it up to you. How about a second date? One where we don’t destroy an entire restaurant?”

You smiled, warmth spreading through your chest. “Only if it ends with a McFlurry.”

Lando chuckled, nodding. “Deal.”

By the time you both finally finished the salvaged portions of your meal, the restaurant staff had given up on trying to maintain any semblance of order. You could feel the eyes of the other patrons on you, some clearly entertained by your evening’s chaos, while others just wanted you both out of there before another disaster struck.

When you left the restaurant, the air was cool and crisp, the city buzzing quietly around you. Lando reached for your hand as you walked down the street, his fingers lacing with yours as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“This is turning into the weirdest night,” you said with a laugh, glancing up at him.

He smiled, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles. “I don’t know. I think it’s one of the best.”

You raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Even after everything that went wrong?”

Lando shrugged, his gaze softening. “Yeah. Because I’m with you.”

You rolled your eyes at the cheesiness of his comment, but your heart still skipped a beat. You had to admit—there was something charming about the whole mess of a night. It was chaotic, unpredictable, and far from perfect, but somehow, it felt like exactly what you both needed.

As you continued walking, the conversation turned light again, the easy rhythm between you returning as you joked about the disaster of a date. But there was an undercurrent now—something deeper that hadn’t been there before. The casual touches, the lingering glances—it all felt like more than just playful teasing now.

By the time you reached your car, the energy between you had shifted. Lando stopped, turning to face you, his hand still wrapped around yours.

“Thanks for not running away mid-date,” he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

You smiled, stepping a little closer to him. “Hey, I like a bit of chaos. Keeps things interesting.”

He chuckled softly, his gaze dropping to your lips for just a fraction of a second before meeting your eyes again. The playful banter from earlier was gone, replaced by something heavier—something that made your heart race.

“I guess…chaos works for us,” Lando murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Before you could respond, Lando closed the distance between you, his hand gently cupping the side of your face as he leaned in. His lips brushed against yours, soft and tentative at first, like he was testing the waters. But when you kissed him back, the hesitation disappeared, and the kiss deepened, warm and full of the unspoken feelings that had been building between you for months.

The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you standing there, lost in the moment. His other hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer, and you melted into him, feeling the warmth of his body against yours.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing heavily.

“Well,” Lando said with a breathless chuckle, “I’d say that was the best part of the night.”

You smiled, your heart still racing. “Yeah. I’d say it was worth all the chaos.”

[sugarygetoo]

divine.

-> pairing: nanami x fem! reader

-> summary: the moment you walk down the aisle, nanami realizes just how deeply in love he is with you.

-> cw/ tw:  nothing (suprisingly lmao).

-> wc: 430 (dang, i fell off T-T)

-> song inspo: die with a smile - lady gaga, bruno mars.

-> an. suprise! it's yena! yes, i'm alive, yes i wrote this, yes, this sucks. i suck at writing fluff, but what are you expecting from someone who's 20 and still never even held hands with a boy romantically (please help me, i want to stop being single PLEASE)💀😭

starting a new masterlist for certain fics that were inspired by certain songs, so make sure to keep an eye out for what is basically my way of giving out song recs lmao

apologies about not writing more often, i'm just much more of reader then i am a writer so I've just been reading a crap ton, so I'm sorry!!!

forgive me, i'll write more angst i promise 🙏

main masterlist. | yena's playlist.

✎ xoxo, yena.

“i, i just woke up from a dream. where you and i had to say goodbye. and i don’t know what it all means. but since i survived, i realized wherever you go , that’s where i’ll follow.”

there were no words to describe the feelings that nanami feels in his body right now. 

you are so, so beautiful. 

as he watches you walk down the aisle towards him, he feels as if everything around him has disappeared, all he could see was you. from the way your hair was done to how you look divine in that pristine dress as if it were made solely for you. 

his heart is beating so fast that he’s sure he might not even make it through the rest of the event. his hands are shaking from nervousness and wet from sweat. every step you took felt like cupid’s arrow shooting him in the heart over and over again, and everytime time he made eye contact with you felt like lightning shooting through his entire body.

you were everything that he’s ever wanted and more.

“nobody’s promised tomorrow.”

by the time you arrive right in front of him, nanami is sure he’s no longer breathing. you looked like the epitome of an angel and he couldn’t believe he was gifted the opportunity to stand in front of you and declare his love for you. 

holding his hand out for you to take, he couldn’t help but tighten his hold on your hand. the heat radiating of from it reminds him that this was real.

that this was all, very, very real.

he was getting married. to you.

“so i’m gonna love you like it’s the last night, like it’s the last night.”

he felt like crying. 

being able to hold onto you like this and stare into those eyes of yours that he loves so much. he’s sure his heart is beating loud enough for everyone in the hall to hear, but he couldn’t care less. 

not when you stare at him as if he was the most precious person in the entire universe. not when you wrap your warm, comforting hands around his. not when the biggest, sweetest smile blossoms on your face as your eyes slowly turn red.

nothing else mattered. 

nothing, other then you.

“if the world was ending, i wanna be next to you. if the party was over, and our time on earth was through. i wanna hold you, just for a while.  and die with a smile. if the world was ending, i wanna be next, to you.”

@ sugarygetoo, all rights reserved.

[ryemackerel]

Tord and Matt switching outfits YAYY 💥💥 I was going to go for them just switching hoodies/default outfits, but I wanted to give myself a bit more of a challenge and see how they’d look swapping STYLES instead. You have Tord usually wearing baggy camo stuff and Matt wearing cunty stuff, so what happens if they wore each other’s styles??

Scenario is: Matt just took a good look at his own and Tord’s outfit and out of nowhere said, “Hey Tord what if we switched outfits?” They went the whole day wearing shit they don’t ever usually wear, and needless to say, but for the both of them it was an *experience*. Tord was somewhat embarassed, but Matt would cheer him on and compliment how good he looked. :-) Tord over time just started to embrace it.

Also I haven’t realized how much I’ve been drawing TordMatt?? I tried picking another song that reminded me of them, I think the vocals both remind me of Matt and Tord’s singing style, and drums and guitar def pop off 😋 Atp I might have to make playlists of each of the ships, I love them so much??

[hotvintagepoll]

Danny Kaye (The Court Jester, The Inspector General)—Danny Kaye, idol of my childhood, maker of the weirdest faces! This man SETS HIMSELF ON FIRE and then puts himself out in a bucket in a movie based on a Gogol short story. In the same movie (Inspector General), he flirts by playing a carrot as a musical instrument. In Wonder Man, he's brilliant but struggles with things like riding buses. I have been envious of his fake Italian/French/German/Spanish monologues in The Court Jester for the past three decades. As Walter Mitty, he is SUPREMELY SILLY yet also somehow manages to be a comic foil for none other than Boris Karloff. All this is to say nothing of The William Tell Song (TV, thus not linked, but great.) I adore him.

Burgess Meredith (Of Mice and Men, That Uncertain Feeling, Second Chorus)—I first saw him in Idiot's Delight. He was standing next to Clark Gable on a balcony. I didn't even notice Gable was there, Meredith's scrungle game was too strong. -5'5 1/2 (1.66m) -He is THE weirdest little freak in That Uncertain Feeling, Merle Oberon picks him up in a psychiatrist's lobby. He's a concert pianist but he hates that people pay to hear him play, he can't stand them watching him. Vases offend him. He sees himself in an abstract painting. He's an absolutely chaotic gremlin and I love him SO much -He plays PENGUIN in the old Batman series!! What's scrunglier than that?! -"Was fascinated by the subject of non-human intelligence, particularly dolphins. He once believed that a dolphin somehow called to him for help in the middle of the night while he was staying at a friend's home on the beach. He ran out and found the dolphin, caught in a net under a dock down the beach, although there was no way he should have been able to know it was there. He released it, saving its life. He believed it had made some sort of connection with him, perhaps telepathic, to call for help." [IMDb] -He will forever be my favourite portrayal of George from Of Mice and Men, his speech about "seeds" and dreaming about a farm of his own wrecked me -In Tom, Dick and Harry, he's one of three suitors courting Ginger Rogers. It's zany and ridiculous, an absolute rollercoaster. He teachers to bowl with his sleeves rolled up. He drives a 3-wheeled motorcycle -He's in a MUSICAL with FRED ASTAIRE they're romantic rivals for PAULETTE GODDARD. He also wears a bucket hat. (Second Chorus) -His hair is VERY floofy in his early roles, I think that should be taken into consideration 4:54: [link to whole movie, editor has not watched it + can't vet but confirmed his hair is fluffy for the minute she did watch]

This is round 1 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you're confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here. Reminder that this is a movie poll, not a TV poll, in case any of you were flocking to any bird-brained ideas.

[additional submitted propaganda + scrungly videos under the cut]

Danny Kaye:

He's so stupid. I love him.

Burgess Meredith:

Look at his face! He looks like a little field mouse, and a field mouse is scrungly. Admittedly I know him more from the Twilight Zone, in which he reached levels of peak scrungle, but I believe he deserves a place on this list.

[punishereditz]

Dixieland Delight

Pairing: Tyler Owens x f!reader

Warnings: 18 plus only! Minors DNI! DO NOT COPY! Smut. Poor knowledge of football. Strip tease. Restraints. Begging. Edging. Spanking. Praise kink. Marking. Dirty talk. Unprotected sex. P in V.

AN: Roll tide.

Word count: 1.8k.

Summary: Alabama vs Kansas state. Yours and Tyler's favorite teams going up against each other. So, when your team wins, you celebrate.

~

You and Tyler had a lot in common. The main thing you both had in common was that you both are southern. Tyler was from Kansas but has been in Oklahoma since college. You were born and raised in Alabama. You loved Oklahoma, you loved Tyler, but most of all, you loved where you came from. There was nothing like home. The hot summers. The food. The beautiful sunset settling over the ranch you grew up on. Or the joy that was felt during football season.

You weren't as big of a fan of football as Tyler and your dad was, but you liked to keep up to date on it. Watch the highlights and see who won. So, when this year's football season rolled around, and it came down to Alabama and Kansas State... it was like World War || in the apartment you and Tyler shared. Both yours and his family were getting together for the holidays and your dad got tickets to the game. Your mom didn't want to go, and you wanted to, but you had an idea that was even better than going to the game. So, you insisted that Tyler go with him, and he did.

But before he went to the game, you gave him a simple command. Don't get drunk, let you know when he left the stadium, and let you know when he was almost home. Tyler was suspicious of course, but you didn't say anything. It would ruin the surprise. The surprise you were a little too excited for. Your plan was simple. If Kansas wins, you will wear their jersey and let Tyler be in complete control. But if Alabama won, you would wear their jersey and take control over Tyler. You loved it and had the game playing in the background as you got ready.

You took your time. Curling your hair until it was perfect and doing your makeup until it looked flawless. Depending on what team won, would depend on what lipstick you would wear. It was getting to the end of the game, and you looked down at the two jerseys laid on your bed. The crimson red lingerie set to match Alabama and the purple lingerie to match Kansas. Your eyes went back to the tv, and a smile grew on your face as Alabama won the game. 45 to 20. You picked up the crimson lingerie and slide it on. Then you put on Daisy Duke shorts. The denim hugging your ass beautiful. Your ass filling the little fabric so well, Daisy Duke herself could be jealous. You grabbed the cropped jersey and put it on. Then to top off your outfit, you put on your cowboy hat and cowboy boots. You spread the red lipstick across your lips, and you looked in the mirror to make sure you looked good.

As you made sure everything was perfect, your phone buzzed. Tyler letting you know he was almost home. You quickly got the song ready and ran until you were at the end of the hall. You squalled with excitement, and you had to take a deep breath to calm yourself. The headlights of Tyler's truck lit up the living room, then they clicked off and you heard his door close. As he opened the front door, you hit play. Dixieland Delight by Alabama playing through the speaker. Tyler rolled his eyes and scoffed as he tossed his keys on the table by the door. But his scoff quickly got caught in his throat as he saw you come around the corner.

He felt his cock react at the sight of you and he felt heat filling his cheeks. His face turning the shade of the jersey. Sure, it was the rival team of the night, but even with that, Tyler felt his hate for the team dissipate some. "Wha- what are doing?" He finally formed words.

"Reminding you who the winning team is, and always will be." Tyler felt his cock twitch when you walked up to him.

"Trust me, I already got that lecture from your dad." He smirked, but it flattered when you rested your hand on his shoulder.

"Oh, no. You haven't gotten a lesson like this." Tyler felt his body react to you when your eyes lingered on his lips, positioned yourself closer to him and used that voice you knew got to him. You leaned closer. Your breast pressed against him. You kissed his neck. "Roll tide." You whispered in his ear in time with the song. Whispering the chant in his ear with cockiness. You moved your hands over his body until you untucked his shirt. Slowly unbuttoning it. Undoing his belt and the zip of his jeans.

"When are you gonna learn?" He bit back a groan as you pushed his shirt off of him. Your hands moving over his abs. "Since you experienced one type of Dixieland Delight... how about I give you a different kind of Dixieland Delight?" You looped your fingers through his jeans, and you pulled him back until you were in your bedroom.

You pulled his jeans and boxers down. Bending over as you did. Giving him a good view of your ass. You pushed him down on the bed. Grabbing his belt. You tied his hands down to the bed frame and then you moved back. You gave him a little twirl. Moving your hands over your body. You bent over, slowly taking your boots off. Running your hands up your legs as you stood up. Your hands stopping at your shorts, you unbuttoned them and pulled them down at a torturous speed. Your hands moving up your sides and gripping the jersey. You pulled it over your head. Fixing your cowboy hat. Tyler groaned and his cock twitched at the sight of you in the crimson red lace bra and thong and cowboy hat.

He so desperately wanted to run his hands over your body. Take your big breast in his mouth and slap that perfect round ass. But his belt kept his hands in place. He groaned in frustration, but his frustration quickly went away as you crawled towards him, and you now straddled his lap. You placed a finger under his chin and tilted his head up so he would look you in the eyes. "P-please." He whimpered.

"What's that?"

"Please, give me that sweet pussy. I need it. I need to be inside of you darlin'." His voice was a low growl as he begged. It wasn't often he was the one in submission, but whenever he was, you fucking loved it.

Not being able to deny him, you pushed your underwear to the side. You slowly lowered yourself down on him and he let out a low growl. He grabbed the belt and when he pushed his hips up, you moved up so he couldn't.

You chuckled at his desperation and as you started to buck your hips back and forth, you held onto your cowboy hat and rode him like it was rodeo. You slowly increased your speed. Bouncing up and down on his cock. Your moans filling the room. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you could feel your climax building. But Tyler's was building to. "Oh, I'm c-close." Tyler moaned and a mischievous smile formed on your lips. You slowed down until you were just sitting there. He groaned in frustration, and he pulled against the belt.

"Fuck, darlin' come on." He panted and you leaned down. Your breast in his face. You took the cowboy hat off and placed it on him. Now him wearing it. You slowly brought your hips up, then slammed them down. He moaned your name, and you did it again a few more times. Slowly coming up and slamming back down on him. His climax was right there, but because of the pace you had, he couldn't quite get that release he craved. And you knew this. You knew you had him on edge, and you just kept him there. You wondered if you wanted to keep him on his toes or give him that sweet escape he yearned for.

With your mind made up, you quickened your pace. Your tits jiggling as you bounced fast and hard on him. The sight sent Tyler into his climax and his muscles tensed as he filled your pussy up with his seed. His climax sending you into yours. Both of you were a breathless mess. You slowed down. Staying settled down on his cock. You both came down from your highs. But Tyler wasn't done. His cock was still rock hard, and he could easily go again. So, when you undid the belt and his hands were finally free, he pulled out, gripped your waist and pushed you down on the bed. He grabbed your hips and pulled you up so your ass was in the air for him.

He slapped your ass until the skin matched the color of your thong. "Hmm, darlin' I love this ass." He groaned in pleasure as he shamelessly stared. Rubbing his hands over the skin. "I love when you surprise me. Such a good girl." He ran his cock through your folds. Stopping at your entrance, he got his cock good and wet with yours and his cum. Then he pushed his cock in until he bottomed out. His hands gripping your hips. He groaned and slowly pulled out. Then, he thrusted back in. Yearning a loud moan from you. He started to pound. Thrusting in and out of you at an ungodly speed. He grabbed you by your hair and he pulled you up until your back was flush against his chest.

"Such a good little slut for me." He growled and he kissed your shoulder. Kissing up your neck. Leaving marks. You could feel your climax start to form. His ruthless pounding making your legs shake. You moaned his name out and he suddenly pulled out. He turned you and pushed you down so you were laying on the bed. He thrusted back into you. Your legs draped over his shoulders. You moaned his name again. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you clenched around him. Then, you were coming undone. Soaking his cock with your release. Your second climax hitting you harder than the first one.

Tyler's second climax hitting him even harder than the first one too. His hands gripped your skin. His cock throbbing inside of you as he once again filled you with his seed. He slowed down. The both of you taking deep breaths. You smiled up at him. Moving your legs off of his shoulders, you leaned up and kissed him. Grabbing the cowboy hat and tossing it over your head. He laid back on the bed and he pulled you into his arms. His hands gently rubbing up and down your side. He kissed the top of your head.

"Guess Alabama winning wasn't so bad."

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Poet on the Broadcast

This is another one based on a song; it's a more sappier side of Alastor. It was also written for a close friend, @willowaudreykeyes. They gave me this bittersweet idea in an RP that we are working on. I hope you all enjoy it! Song: Rule#46 - Poet By Fish Inside a Bird Cage

TW: AFAB Reader, death, self sabotage, hallucinations, poor living experiences, violence, Hurt-> Comfort

Time was a cruel mistress indeed, an unrelenting thief that snatched away the very things we hold most dear. With every tick of the clock, she mercilessly stripped us of youth, laughter, and loved ones, leaving only echoes in her wake.

You were no exception. You bore witness to Alastor's fall—the haunting shadow of his demise forever etched in your memory. The freezing winds whipped through the snowy woods as you ran, your heart pounding in your chest like a drum. Hounds barked, their growls reverberating through the trees, a sinister chorus to the chaos all around you. Gunshots rang out like thunder, each a heavy reminder of the danger that lurked just behind you. Every breath felt like a precious treasure, stolen not just from you, but from the man you loved, who had been a light in your dreary life.

Time granted you fleeting moments of respite, allowing you to catch your breath as you evaded the hounds as your partner wished in his dying breaths. Yet, it also forced you to confront the harsh reality of survival, time and again brushing against death for the sins of your beloved. For the enemies he created and formed in the years he stood by your side.

You lived a modest life, flitting between the opulence of high society and the grit of the streets. Each day was a delicate dance, a balancing act between the world of privilege and the shadows of hardship. But with every birthday that passed, a bittersweet yearning filled your heart—a longing to reunite with Alastor. 

Then, just as that desire reached its peak, you closed your eyes letting time take you to the great unknown with the man you lost years ago. Except time no she is a cruel mistress indeed. You were awoken in a different body, younger, in a time that felt both foreign and familiar.

How cruel is time, to gift you this love only to rip it from your grasp again and again? How many lifetimes must you endure, each one marked by the haunting memory of him, always just out of reach?

In this second life, you became a PhD student, a mind lost in the pursuit of knowledge, but also a vigilante in the shadows of the city, fighting for those who had no voice. Yet, the memory of your beloved Alastor lingered, a ghostly echo of a man who was both psychotic and completely yours. 

As the years drifted by in this new existence, the lines between memory and imagination began to blur. Why had you been granted this second chance? Was it a blessing or a cruel curse? Was the vision of Alastor beside you, whispered in the dark, merely a figment of a child’s imagination, a way to escape the unrelenting horrors of your reality? 

As your birthday came and went once more, a darker fate awaited you. You found yourself thrust into a hellish red landscape, a cruel irony considering you had committed no sins. Roaming the streets of this infernal realm, you quickly adapted, your years spent fighting alongside Alastor sharpening your instincts, allowing you to rise swiftly within the ranks of hell.

Then, four years into your torment, you heard a broadcast that sent shivers down your spine. The Vee's were in an uproar, and you felt an inexplicable pull to the source of their distress. You tuned in, and the voice that emerged from the static struck a chord deep within you. It was a voice you had longed for, a melodic tune you remembered all too well—a voice that transported you back two lifetimes ago, when you would sit by the window at dusk, eagerly awaiting his return.

Could it be? That past life, once dismissed as mere fantasy, began to feel so so close to real. The stories he spun during that late-night special were ones only you knew the other half of, secrets woven into the fabric of your shared existence that you feared were long forgotten to time.

With your heart racing, you began to search for him, following the trail of his voice to a hotel for Hazbins seeking redemption. There, amid a myriad of misfits longing for a second chance, was a figure that made your heart leap—a deer demon who looked so painfully familiar yet foreign, a man shaped by the passage of time.

What is time, if not a relentless force that dulls the senses yet sharpens the soul? It is a cruel teacher, reminding us that every moment counts, that love, once lost, can sometimes be found again.

Driven by hope, you joined the redemption program, longing to get close to the man who resembled the Alastor of your memories. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and as a year slipped by, you found the courage to ask him the question that hung in the air like an unspoken promise.

“Are you Alastor, from New Orleans, 1920s, engaged to Y/N?” The question trembled on your lips, heavy with anticipation. You braced yourself for the lash out, for the fierce anger that had always danced in his eyes.

 It was the very fire that had once ignited your passion and fear alike. But instead of a storm, you were met with a soft, bewildered stare. The smile that tugged at his lips was both awe-inspiring and heart-wrenching.

“How do you know about Y/N? Answer wisely, or your screams will be broadcast next for all of hell to hear.” His voice was low, edged with disbelief, and for a moment, the deer demon seemed almost vulnerable—a rarity in any world you knew him in.

“I am Y/N…” Your voice quivered, a fragile thread of conviction woven with longing. You hoped he could see the truth in your eyes, but as his expression morphed from shock to confusion and then to a flicker of spite, you understood that time was still playing its cruel game.

“No, no, you aren’t! Otherwise, you would have found me ages ago!” He stalked over to you grabbing yout collar. He growled in frustration and his grip tightened around your throat, lifting you to eye level, his horns casting ominous shadows. “How dare you pretend to be her? Who told you about that part of my past? Who do you know?”

Steadying your breath, you summoned every cherished memory, every detail only you could recall. The words poured from your honey-coated lips like a sweet symphony, and as he slowly let you down, a fond smile broke across both your faces.

“Lastly, you thought it blasphemous that I would put ice, honey, and lemon in my tea when you made it for me, telling me I might as well not be drinking it anyway.” As you spoke, the memory unfolded like a picture book bare before you, and before you knew it, he had pulled you into a tight lasting embrace.

Was this it? Had time finally allowed you to win? Had you endured enough in this limbo of two unfair lives? This embrace realigned everything that had felt lost for so long, a warmth spreading through your very being.

“I waited for you! I waited for years—ninety long years, my dear!” His voice trembled with emotion as he produced a collection of scripts, each one a fragment of his past, a thread leading back to you. Stories from the early days to the most recent broadcasts, all crafted to help you find him.

“I’m sorry it took so long, Ali… I truly apologize. I would wait a million years to stand beside you. But I am not who I once was. I am broken, scared, and changed by the lives I’ve lived. Would you really want that beside you?” Insecurities threatened to seep into your resolve, but the deeper you delved into the truth of your rough pasts, the more you realized how time had shaped you both.

He looked at you, confusion etched on his face, and then he laughed—a sound free of static, pure and unfiltered. Gently, he pulled you closer, his sigh a whisper of shared pain and understanding.

“You are stronger than you know. When you’re ready to let that strength show, let me guide you. You have every right to be scared; I have walked those same shadowed paths myself. When you’re ready to let go, I will be right here. I will always wait for you.”

At his words, tears welled in your eyes, a torrent of emotions spilling forth. No matter the hardships time had imposed or the years spent apart, you recognized that this love spanned lifetimes—enduring, unwavering. If he was willing to wait for you, then you would fight for him, heart and soul, against the cruelty of time.

Thank you for the support, my Moons~

[taylortruther]

What do you think the lyric this is why they shouldn't kill off the main guy means?

so, the story in the song is that they've broken up or taking time apart after some kind of conflict, and the narrator is emotional over the fact that she can't, or knows she won't, get over him. she's finding his belongings in their shared home, reminded of his face, thinking about how much she loves him...

it kinda reminds me of dbatc: "if the story's over, why am i still writing pages?" an artist can't kill off the main love interest if what they're writing is a love story.

[stars-mars13]

Please tell me I'm not the only one who thinks of Destiel when I listen to "Strawberry Blonde" by the amazing and wonderful Mitski? Like there are so many lines that correlate to them. And I would love to make an animation of them with that song if I wasn't so shit at drawing but still like envision it with me. Like I can picture it from Cas' POV. For example,

"I love everybody because I love you"

is a line that speaks for itself

"Reach out the car window tryna hold the wind

They can be driving in the Impala while Dean has his hand out,

You tell me you love her, I give you a grin

Can be about Lisa, like it reminds me of her but it would be like in that episode where Dean is panicking about Crowley having Lisa and Ben but it'd cut to Cas watching with that sad little expression on his face

Oh, all I ever wanted was a life in your shape

So I follow the white lines, follow the white lines

Keep my eyes on the road as I ache"

Cas wanting free will like Dean has and so he follows with his plan to get to purgatory, and when Dean finds out and doesn't trust Cas anymore and tells him he thought they were family, Cas is still keeping himself strictly on that road even if it hurts

" Look at you, strawberry blond

Fields rolling on

I love it when you call my name

Can you hear the bumblebees swarm?

Watching your arm

I love it when you look my way"

These lines just remind me of the "Crazy Cas" Era like he would be more honest with himself about how he feels and like also, the bees. Also, for the "call my name part" I think that'd be like the praying because Dean never prays to really anyone one else besides Cas.

Overall, anytime I listen to this song it makes me think of them and it just makes me happy. Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

[j7lkx]

Man of War - Radiohead

[sinisternoodles101]

oh yes mister janitor let’s go take pain killers hand in hand oh please!!!

[love death and rollerskates by @//spadillelicious]

[nouverx]

Day 5 and Day 6 of Radiostatic Week

Free day (Picture) and one sided attraction. Seems like purple doesn't suit Alastor...

[ryssbelle]

N2 Floyd in the first movie

Sad little man got himself captured :(

He also gets punched in the face, but that's neither here nor there lmao

Also sorry for not posting for a fat minute I've been busy XD

Bonus: What John and Branch be doing

RIP in pieces John Dory, you were a brave troll and will be missed

I've got some more doodles of them going through it in the first movie, maybe we will see them soon teehee .

[omarcitoloves]

simon's arc and growth in s3 was one of my favorite storylines and is one of the main reasons i like s3 so much.

in s1 we got to see the foundations of such a beautiful complex character - a boy who loves his family and those who have earned their way into his heart almost more than himself, loyal to a fault, vibrant and not afraid to make himself more of an outsider by standing by his ethos and personality.

and simon being his truest self taught the 2 most important ppl in his life their key lessons. sara now understands the gift of giving ppl second chances and wanting to hope they wont always fuck it all up. and wille learned everything from simon. how to love unashamedly. how to believe in yourself. how to look outside of yourself. how to speak your mind. how to forgive. how to live freely

idk i think there is something so missing in ppl who cant understand his character in s3 and maybe its a lack of life experience but knowing when you need to remove yourself from a situation that is destroying you and the ppl you love is important and real. he made himself so small to try and fit for willes life and that hurt them both, wille needed shining simon as much as simon did.

love is not always enough and simon was brave for recognizing that. for continuing to stand by issues and ideals that were deeply important to him. to recognize when his own actions were causing ppl harm. to continue to forgive and give ppl more chances despite being hurt but also knowing when he needs to put himself first

on my first watch of s3ep6 it something i couldnt stop thinking abt and i stand by it on a few rewatches, for someone so integral to everyone's personal growth bc he was that catalyst or lesson for them, he felt a bit forgotten. and i get there was a lot of loose ends to be tied up but im ngl he felt a little rushed/in limbo bc of it but i still think he had a full beautiful arc in s3. and the way ppl still damn him for every move makes me wish he had even more time to develop throughout esp s2 i wish everyone could see just how beautiful and complex simon is and how he is the base of everyone around him

[lunarin64art]

That feeling when he can't stand to see you that way, no matter what you do, no matter what you say😩😭💔

[plushkips]

cover for a dirk playlist i made 4 in the morning while crying over dirk! have a listen :)

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

yeah so i'm falling for @weevmo's Guys... they're so neat! i dig their vibes and can't wait to see what Corduroy Stew is all about <3