#lyrics from blood by in this moment my beloved

[frutavel]

"I hate you for always saving me from myself

I hate you for always choosing me and not someone else

I hate you for always pulling me back from the edge

I hate you for every kind word you ever said"

[ichi--go]

loml

pairing: ichigo/rukia [post-686 compliant] summary: and if I die, let the last thing my eyes gaze upon be her. Let my last breath be her scent. Let my last words be her name. Let my eyes close with her face embedded in my mind. Let me be in her arms. (the thirteen division's captains, it seems, are cursed.) notes: you know how it was acknowledged in the manga that Rukia's abilities are dangerous even for her to use? ...yeah. I wrote this in 2 hours after listening to loml by taylor swift and crying because of how incredibly sad the lyrics are. AO3 link

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If you know it in one glimpse, it's legendary. What we thought was for all time was momentary.

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Captain Kuchiki was dying.

Those were the only truths Isane, now captain of the 4th, delivered to Renji and Ichika that day they'd found her. 

She has the same disease as her sister, many whispered. Captain Kuchiki's beloved wife lived five short years with the illness before succumbing to it. She's going the same path as her.

They'd found her in her office. She didn't come home that evening, which was normal- she was often working late- but not this late. The moment they'd opened the door they knew something was wrong, the very air itself was icy and bone biting. Frost coated the floors and the walls, and there she was, laying on the floor practically encased in ice herself. Renji had hacked away at it desperately to get her out until his fingertips were bloody, while Ichika shouted and forcefully pulled her mother from frost.

She won't live long, Isane's voice sorrowful and low. Renji couldn't even hear her words, there was just ringing in his ears. Ichika clung to his arm, as if she might faint from the reality. Byakuya could only listen as the 4th's captain informed him of the plain cold truth. Hours, if she is lucky. She already has blood stasis and now her reiatsu is working against her, not with. It's clashing with her illness, dropping her temperature out of her control. Her blood won't circulate fast enough, and now it's freezing in her veins. How can she bear it?

The illness was fatal. Her future was sealed.

It made Rukia delirious. She woke up in the night, pale and sweating, her violet eyes confused. She didn't seem to recognize Renji, swatted his hand away when he tried to lay her back, fearing upsetting her would harm her more.

"Where am I?" she sobbed, and it was as if Ichika were invisible as she knelt next to her, telling her that she was safe, she was home.

"This isn't my home," she wept. Her hand was frail and cold in Ichika's, who kissed her mother's tearstained temple. "Please take me home."

"What do you mean? You are home, mother," Ichika whispered, and Rukia shook her head frantically.

"Nii-sama," she cried until her already frail voice was hoarse. "Where is Nii-sama?"

That night they moved her home. To the Kuchiki manor. 

"This is her home! She must remember it.. how can she forget?" Renji was insistent against it.

"Its not about us, dad!" Ichika's voice uncharacteristically raised against her father, who'd always been her hero. "This is about her! Making her comfortable, in her last.." her voice faded then at the reality of her own words, and her brown eyes flooded with tears again.

For Byakuya, it was as if he'd fallen into a cyclical nightmare. His sister had never looked so fragile, skin pale and thin as paper, he could see her veins, lips reddish as if bruising, breaths shallow. She did not eat, and could not rise. There were cracks forming in Shirayuki's pristine metal blade. He was rendered useless once again; no amount of power, money, or name could reverse the clock to save the most important woman in his life. He could only kneel next to her, his hand stroking her hair in the moments her eyes opened and she saw him.

"Nii-sama," she whispered, a weak smile on her face. "Where's my baby?"

"She's safe, Rukia." he said back gently, and he did not need to glance at his niece's face to know she was fighting back tears. "She's asleep. Do not worry."

"She's beautiful," Rukia's eyes closed again. "Did you see her?"

"I did. She is perfect."

"Her name... Ichika.. after.."

She drifted from consciousness again. Byakuya's steely eyes fell to Renji, who was kneeling in silence on her other side, just watching her with a desperate expression. They both stepped out, leaving Rukia's watch to Ichika.

"You must inform him." Byakuya said curtly.

Renji's expression was confused. "Who?"

Byakuya's face didn't change. "You know who."

Renji looked away. Then he nodded. "..Captain. Will you.."

Ten minutes later, Byakuya stepped into the world of the living for the first time in decades. The door opened before he could knock or ring the bell; his reiatsu had been sensed the minute the doors of the senkaimon opened for him.

"Byakuya??" Ichigo's eyes held worry, and grew fearful at the pain Byakuya could not hide in his face. "What are you doing here?"

"My sister," he responded plainly, "Is dying."

Ichigo stared at him like he'd been slapped across the face, breathless, eyes wide.

His brows knitted as his hands retrieved his substitute badge from his pocket, forcing his soul from his body. It collapsed right there on the path, and he did not give it a glance before charging through the still open gates behind Byakuya.

Byakuya did not turn to acknowledge when Orihime came to the door, calling his name in confusion as she knelt to pull Ichigo's body inside the house. It wasn't important to tell her. He needed to back and be there with his sister. That was what was important.

Instead he simply followed in silence as Ichigo stormed into the Kuchiki manor, following Rukia's reiatsu. It was indeed fluctuating painfully, sometimes so weak it was a whisper, sometimes so strong it could knock the breath out of him. The closer they got, the colder the air became, until he was right outside the bedroom door and was shivering, his breath visible.

Byakuya went inside, then returned with Renji, Isane, and Ichika- who saw him and cried, her hands grabbing his arm as she wept, "Uncle,"

He could only put a shaking hand on her head in comfort, staring at her in disbelief. He hadn't seen Ichika in years; she was 20 now, almost as tall as her father.

It couldn't be real.. it couldn't be happening. 

The back of his neck burned despite the cold, his heart thundering and skipping beats painfully, his throat so tight he could not get words out of he tried.

"It will be cold," Isane's voice had been quiet as she draped a blanket over his shoulders gently. "Her reiatsu cannot be stabilized. I know yours is layered with hers.. it's possible it may affect you more."

He barely heard her. His head was swimming. Buzzing. Empty. Burning.

Isane opened the door for him, and he took trembling steps inside. 

There was an iron brazier in the room, fire crackling and burning within. But he couldn't feel any warmth from it... it was as if it held no heat at all. There was nothing else in the room except for a densely layered futon... and her.

He stopped in the middle of the room. His stomach twisted in fear. He couldn't dare to get closer. To look at her. To see her and know, that everything he'd been told was true. Slowly he approached, his eyes unable to tear away from the sight as he stopped at her side and sank to his knees slowly.

She was pale as a ghost, breathing so shallow he could barely hear it. There were layers of blankets over her, but they did nothing. There were ice crystals on her face, creeping down her neck. Her inky, knee length locks splayed over her pillow onto the wooden floors, ice crystals dotted within like stars on the blackest night.

He sat there in silence, trembling. Wide eyes stared at her, unable to accept it. 

"Ichigo.."

Her eyes opened just barely. Her eyes were glassy and violet, ice shards clinging to her thick black lashes.

Was he losing his mind?

Slowly, her hand slid from under the blankets. Her fingertips were covered in ice and frigid, pale and cold as his trembling hand grasped it gently, as if it would break if he applied the slightest pressure. The warmth from his hand did absolutely nothing; the ice coating her fingertips crept onto his, freezing her hand to his.

"Ichigo.." she said again in a pained whisper, for even speaking hurt. He curled over her, struggling to keep the tears in his eyes from falling on her as he let out shuddery breaths.

"Rukia..?"

"I love you," she whispered, and he couldn't hold back the sob in his throat. He clung to her and kissed her hair and her face, sobbing as he did. "I'm sorry."

"Rukia," he wept, his tears falling and freezing on her skin, "Don't do this. Don't leave me."

"Don't cry," she whispered. He clung to her even harder.

"I love you," he sobbed, his fingers twisting in her hair, desperate to hold on to her.

She didn't respond. She wouldn't again.

53 days later, he was dead, too. Takotsubo cardiomyopathy, they whispered. His cold fingers still clutched that substitute badge, as if hoping he would hear her voice through it once more.

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Our field of dreams, engulfed in fire Your arson's match your somber eyes And I'll still see it until I die You're the loss of my life.

[areyoudreaminof]

and we kissed as though nothing would fall: A Helion x Lady of Autumn Playlist

It's a great day for being sad! Here's Helion x Lady of Autumn for you.

Of all the novellas and backstories, I know we all want this the doomed affair that lasted for centuries, and resulted in our favorite fox boy. There has to be so much hurt and longing still lingering there. This playlist goes through the range of emotions that I thinkk this heartbreak brought upon both Helion and the LoA. But I wanted there to be hope too. That soft kind of hope that these two can come back together to each other where they belong.

Listen Here! Lyrical deep dive under the cut.

Special dedication to my favorite Helion x LoA besties @spell-cleavers and @ablogofsapphicpanic

I've added a second link to the playlist above, as it seems that it does not show up on the browser, just mobile.

The One That Got Away-The Civil Wars Got away from me Before anybody has to bleed

Oh, if I could go back in time When you only held me in my mind Just a longing gone without a trace Oh, I wish I'd never ever seen your face I wish you were the one I wish you were the one that got away

A Record Year for Rainfall-The Decemberists

What's the use of all of this? It's to remember you in the entire 'Cause I'm watching it slip away And in the annals of the empire Did it look this grey Before the fall?

Falling Slowly-The Swell Season

Falling slowly Eyes that know me And I can't go back And moods that take me And erase me And I'm painted black Well, you have suffered enough And warred with yourself It's time that you won

Samson-Regina Spektor

You are my sweetest downfall I loved you first, I loved you first Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth I have to go, I have to go Your hair was long when we first met

Beloved Wife-Natalie Merchant

My love is gone Now my suffering begins My love is gone Would it be wrong if I should Surrender all the joy in my life Go with her tonight?

Such Great Heights-Iron & Wine

I am thinking it's a sign That the freckles in our eyes are mirror images And when we kiss they're perfectly aligned And I have to speculate That God himself did make us into corresponding shapes Like puzzle pieces from the clay

Skinny Love-Bon Iver

Come on, skinny love, just last the year Pour a little salt, we were never here My my my, my my my, my my Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer I tell my love to wreck it all Cut out all the ropes and let me fall My my my, my my my, my my Right in this moment, this order's tall

Hey Jupiter-Tori Amos

Sometimes I breathe you in And I know you know And sometimes you take a swim Found your writing on my wall If my heart’s soaking wet Boy, your boots can leave a mess

No Rest for the Wicked-Lykke Li

My one heart hurt another So only one life can't be enough Can you give me just another For that one who got away? Lonely I, I'm so alone now There'll be no rest for the wicked There's no song for the choir There's no hope for the weary If you let them win without a fight

No One's Gonna Love You-Band of Horses

Anything to make you smile You are the ever-living ghost of what once was I never want to hear you say That you'd be better off or you liked it that way And no one is ever gonna love you more than I do No one's gonna love you more than I do

I Need My Girl-The National

I am good, I am grounded Davy says that I look taller But I can't get my head around it I keep feeling smaller and smaller I need my girl I need my girl

Death With Dignity -Sufjan Stevens

Somewhere in the desert, there’s a forest And an acre before us But I don’t know where to begin But I don’t know where to begin Again, I've lost my strength completely, oh be near me Tired, old mare with the wind in your hair

The Greatest-Cat Power

Melt me down Into big black armor Leave no trace of grace Just in your honor Lower me down To culprit south

Heroes-David Bowie

Though nothing, nothing will keep us together We can beat them forever and ever Oh, we can be heroes, just for one day

And the shame was on the other side Oh, we can beat them forever and ever Then we can be heroes, just for one day

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Here is the link again. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/65pMS8WExB3Aywccg3CPn3?si=_R276WLATEWC9jUd1u4XWQ

[wordstome]

@kneelingshadowsalome thank you for indulging me on the hozier songs xoxo.

Melody-wise, if you liked Take Me To Church and Work Song, you'll like these songs, they're rock with gospel and folk influences. I'm going to list the songs who have lyrics that remind me of our favorite nasty Austrian man, but I really do recommend listening to all of Hozier's discography. Long post ahead!

Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene - lol of course I start with this one. This one is mostly about an unhealthy dependency on a woman akin to a drug addiction, but these lines are so König. Also this song just rules.

Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh I lay my heart down with the rest at her feet Fresh from the fields, all fetor and fertile It's bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet

It Will Come Back - feral man becomes obsessed the moment you show him scraps of affection

You know better babe, you know better babe Than to smile at me, smile at me like that Than to hold me just, hold me just like that Don't let me in with no intention to keep me Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me Honey, don't feed me, I will come back

Cherry Wine - required listening for Hozier fans, such a beautiful song. Again, this one is also about an unhealthy relationship that I don't really associate with König, but these lines do remind me of Fatum Nos Iungebit

Her fight and fury is fiery, oh, but she loves Like sleep to the freezing Sweet and right and merciful, I'm all but washed In the tide of her breathing And it's worth it It's divine The way she shows me I'm hers and she's mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

Dinner & Diatribes - drawing comparisons between the act of eating and the act of loving, my beloved

Honey, this club here is stuck up Your friends are a fate that befell me I'd suffer Hell if you'd tell me What you'd do to me tonight

Sunlight -

A soul that's born in cold and rain Knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight And at last can grant a name To a buried and burning flame As love and its decisive pain Oh, your love is sunlight

De Selby (Part 2) - this song just goes hard asf

What you're given, what you live in Darling, it finds a way to live in you And your heart, love, has such darkness I feel it in the corners of the room

Francesca - this song is really beautiful and longing, it's based on a story about a forbidden love where the couple was put to death. Also, "put me back in it" is most certainly referring to pussy.

My life was a storm since I was born How could I fear any hurricane? If someone asked me at the end I'd tell them, 'Put me back in it' Da-darlin', I would do it again If I could hold you for a minute

Special shoutout to the line "Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I"

Who We Are - hehe the third chapter of Shrike is titled after this song. Bit of a spoiler, but without context, which is the best kind of spoiler >:)

I just held it tight So someone with your eyes Might come in time To hold me like water Or Christ, hold me like a knife

Butchered Tongue - also reminds me of Fatum Nos Iungebit

So far from home to have a stranger call you 'Darling' And have your guarded heart be lifted like a child up by the hand In some town that just means 'Home' to them With no translator left to sound A butchered tongue still singin' here above the ground

Unknown/Nth - this is a really bittersweet song reminiscing on a relationship that ended because he didn't truly know his partner. Again, I don't really associate the whole song with König, but these lines do remind me of Just Friends

Where a blinding light shone on you every night And either side of my sleep Where you were held frozen like an angel to me

Hozier also sings the last verse of this song so beautifully, it's like he captured the sensation of being at a concert and having the artist's voice so powerful in your ear. Required listening tbh

There are so, so many more songs I would recommend listening to, but these are the König highlights :3 Enjoy

[worflesbian]

expanding on prev post by assigning the voyager crew a kate bush song each. obviously the whole of the ninth wave is voyager-coded so it'll have to have its own post and be excluded for this one

janeway: all the love is a very janeway song it's literally about pushing away all the people who are deeply concerned about you - 'the first time i died it was in the arms of good friends of mine'. i'm very torn bc there's So many from the red shoes that are janeway coded but i have to say the wedding list is probably the only one that captures her level of unhinged violence like that's janeway when she's out for blood

chakotay: james and the cold gun is about begging the person you love not to sell their soul to an empty vendetta of violence (see above!). i also quite like reaching out as a chakotay song - 'see how the child reaches out instinctively, to feel how fire will feel, see how the man reaches out instinctively, for what he cannot have... the pull and the push of it all'

tuvok: leave it open! it's such a cerebral song but also kind of guttural at the same time? 'harm is in us, harm in us but power to arm' sounds like something he would say to kes about controlling her telepathy.

b'elanna: under the ivy as mentioned but also hounds of love but ALSO love and anger! i can't even quote a single lyric bc the whole thing is So her and specifically her relationship with tom

seven: immediately i think experiment iv but also mother stands for comfort seems very seven and the borg queen and/or seven and janeway. 'it breaks the cage and fear escapes and takes possession, just like a crowd rioting inside (make me do this make me do that)... am i the cat that takes the bird, to her the hunter, or the hunted?'. i also think suspended in gaffa may not be a seven song tonally but it works lyrically for her relationship to her humanity: 'i won't open boxes that i am told not to, i'm not a pandora, i'm much more like that girl in the mirror, between you and me, she don't stand a chance of getting anywhere at all' 'but sometimes it's hard to know if i'm doing it right, can i have it all now?'

harry: i think army dreamers is a brilliant harry song, it's literally about a golden boy dying young because he dreamed of being in the military. from the perspective of his beloved mother. 'give the kid the pick of pips, and give him all your stripes and ribbons, now he's sitting in his hole, he might as well have buttons and bows'. rocket's tail kind of works as a harry and janeway song - 'and it seemed to me, the saddest thing i'd ever seen and i thought you were crazy, wishing such a thing' (tries going out in a blaze of glory himself) '...was it me said you were crazy?'

tom: night of the swallow!! literally about a criminal pilot - 'oh let me fly, give me something to show for my miserable life, would you break even my wings, like a swallow?'

neelix: I actually quite like never be mine for Neelix, it feels like it could be about all the lives that he could've lived, if his family hadn't been killed, if he'd stayed with Voyager and gone to the alpha quadrant - 'this is where I wanna be, but I know that this will never be mine'. also moments of pleasure seems to capture his attitude to life I think - 'just being alive, it can really hurt sometimes, these moments given, are a gift from time'

the doctor: i want to say deeper understanding bc it is about an ambiguously sentient computer program but on a character level i think he's more sat in your lap, which is about wanting to understand everything and being limited by the capacities of your own mind - 'i must admit, just when i think i'm king, i just begin'

kes: I will admit I'm not a kes scholar but I quite like the big sky for her just for the line 'you never understood me, you never really tried' and this idea that she's always looking up for something larger than herself that other people might not pay attention to

[miso-sopas]

Hummingbird

summary: You always wanted to see your favorite birds for the last time with Mikey.

pairing: RotTMNT Michelangelo x Reader

notes: References to Metro Boomin and James Blake’s ‘Hummingbird'

It’s up to you guys but when I was listening to the song and writing I was in love, happy, and sad at the same time LMAO

1079 words (not including the lyrics)

(ao3)

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Bathe in the world of pink and orange, you enjoyed the rare solitude the damaged world offers you. Your beloved beside you, form relaxed but still on alert as he accompanies you on your designated quiet cliff near the camp. It was open with damaged trees and rubble but the mysterious fresh air it gives you both does wonders to your tired forms. 

The air between you and Mikey is stilled with content, his tired arms wrapped around your shoulder and his hand enclosed between your hands, bodies pressed together as it could be. At any given time where he can be with you without stress and responsibilities, he insists on being close to you as much as possible. Your head rests above his shoulder, breathing the same rhythm and air as he had, almost more intimate than a kiss as it ensures you both that you are still breathing. Still living in this hellhole. 

You had each other and that's what matters.

���I know it's futile but I always wanted us to go to that bird sanctuary I’ve told you about before, to show you my favorite birds.”

From above, oddly there were few surviving flocks of birds flying over. Music that just makes both of your time now more special. “Birds?” You hummed as your free hand slowly caressed his cheeks up to his stray hairs, noting yourself to brush and fix his ponytail for him, "I always wanted to bird watch hummingbirds, y'know. They seem so cute and cool."

Your favorite thing in the world, his grin that never fails to lighten up anything, even more beautiful than the dusk itself in front of you. He eagerly gifts you this as it never fails to make you smile back, his favorite thing from you. Kissing the side of your head, he hums and smells the faint shampoo and soap from one of the camp’s supplies. It’s hardly detectable but with your scent and just feeling your breathing chest, it’s the roses and goldmine of this annihilated world. "Sure sweetness, I'll take you to see them someday," Mikey mumbles as you smile back towards the chilly evening. 

"Hummingbirds..."

Hummingbird, summer song

Has it brought my life back?

Hangin' in the balance

Have you brought the light back?

Where life becomes faded with pink and rust, there is still that sunshine warmth enveloping his skin. Despite being cold-blooded, in his arms you might say that he’s the perfect representation of the sun.

Your fingers never stop caressing his aging cheeks, stress lines drawing on his forehead and near his eyes but you always told him that he is beautiful. Not still but always. He never changes despite where the world forces him into. He remains a loyal warrior to the cause, a brother to his beloved and strong family, a lover who always cherishes your cuddles given the little time you two had. 

His hair growing out from his scalp, both of you trying your best to make it soft and bearable for him during his patrols. His braids were delicately sewn together from your calloused fingers. You make sure to kiss his hands whenever you have the chance, to remind him that even if his shoulders are heavy his hands are still capable of holding his world. You. 

“You know you can always share anything with me, right Mikey?” You once whispered to him, under the broken lights and thin cots, where mumbles of prayers and hidden crying can be heard. It was a bad night, nothing new but there was something terrible, but you want to be there for your husband. Him. Your life.

He didn’t say anything, but from the slight quiver from his mouth you proceeded to hug him tightly and softly scratch his calloused shell. The softness of this moment made Mikey’s heart softer and tougher for you, so maybe even in this world of death and anguish, there is hope.

But hope is for the people to crave for.

When I saw a cold snap

I wasn't with the season

Tag was on the ankle

And outside, there was a ceiling

In here, paper walls are

Pushin' back on you like

Eventually you push through

The moment that you realise

You are afraid that in every step, in every trust you each other have in maintaining order and survival, each loved one is sacrificed for the good.

Splinter.

Cassandra.

Raphael.

Usagi.

Now, in the medical cot lies Donnie where his chest is painfully rising, wanting to stay awake and live on. Wanting to breathe again to finish his projects against the Krang. Wanting to still be alive with his remaining family. Mikey was distraught, like dominoes falling one by one his family fell. He still hasn’t moved one from his father’s death and certainly never will.

He remains beside his purple brother, mumbling to someone that can hear his prayer for his brother’s survival. To make him stay alive and well, to let him get back in kicking asses again.

In the following day Mikey let out another gut-wrenching scream as you kept on holding him closer to you as possible. To mold both of your bodies, to remind him that you and his remaining family are still here. Your hands swim carefully to each thread of his hair, his snot and tears fall to you like honey, sticky yet warm from indescribable despair.

You felt another pair of arms encircling you both, a soft ‘Master Michelangelo’ breezes through your ears. Casey Jr. whimpered in pain and sought peace towards you, your arms now enclosing on two individuals that needed all the love they could get. You kissed each of their foreheads and hummed a lullaby. 

Leo and April watch you all three, with eyes still bearing tears they had a smile on their face. Warmed by the sight of assurance that there is still hope and love remaining. The blue warrior examines his right arm, tough limbs that once belonged to his older brother, and clenches his fist. 

The moment when you realise

There's someone there that needs you

Lap band on the feelings

I tax them for no reason

I added love 'cause love is unconditional

I count on love, I count on love

'Cause love is unconditional within reason

“Come back to me, Mikey, please…”

“I will, because I already planned a trip to go to that sanctuary.”

“Even if it’s likely just a dead land with no birds?”

“Even if it is… as long as you are with me it’s worth it.”

“And as long as you can hold my hand…”

Pieces of him dissolve in bright light, his final strength exchange for Casey’s survival to another world. He doesn’t regret it, better yet he was excited. As he last saw the dreadful world, he remembers your breath on his cheek the last time he ever cuddled beside you. The day where he came back to your camp all in despair and silent, your face sleeps in calmness in contrast to the apocalypse around. 

“We’ll be seeing those hummingbirds after all.”

And hummingbird (hummingbird)

I know that's our time (I know that's our time)

But stay on (stay, stay on)

Stay on, stay on with me (stay on, stay)

And hummingbird (hummingbird)

I can never unsee (I can never)

What you've shown me (you, you, you)

Stay on, stay on

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Can be read as stand alone OR an AU from RYWIA where instead of Reader ending up with our baby blue she fell in love with our sunny boy. PLEASE my boy Mikey is underrated, he deserves to be loved and cherished too, so as my way of showing it I wrote an angst :) (I think I need some help)

[travelingthief]

My Favorite Moment With: Lord Apollo

It was my first long haul drive by myself, but I had a good CD collection, so I didn’t mind. My ‘06 Ford shook when I took her above 70 but that didn’t stop me from from hitting 80 while screaming the lyrics to “Open Road Song” by Eve 6. The sun shone down on the newly bloomed trees and I knew at the end of this drive was a pretty person waiting to take me to a punk show. I switched CDs at a gas station stop, putting in Aerosmith and having visions of Apollo and Hermes rocking out with big hair. Both were sat next to me in the passenger seat.

I arrived at the person’s house, meeting their dog and roommate before we headed out to the show. We were laughing as I spun them on street corners and asked about their favorite bands. Somewhere along the way I asked them about their favorite flowers and they told me “hyacinths.” 

I grinned wide, “have you heard the myth?”

It was the first time I told a story to somebody, but I kinda nailed it. I left out the part where I practiced in the mirror twenty times over. I delivered my last line - “and from the blood of His beloved, Apollo crafted the first hyacinth.” We looked down to see we had stopped in front of a spray of hyacinths and I thanked Apollo silently.

The outside of the venue looked like a redemption center. We went down a ramp to the admissions desk veiled behind a cloud of smoke and I teemed with excitement. We were there to see one of my favorite local bands, and it was one of our first dates. The lady at the table asked for proof of COVID vaccinations and I start to kick myself. Now, I am vaxxed and I am boosted but what I am not, is smart enough to keep my vaccine card on me. We got turned away and my brain starts running through its usual script-

“You fucked it all up. The night is ruined. How could you be so stupid?”

But it’s not my first round with depression, so I counter back. “It’s not a big deal, we can find something else to do. The night has been going great.”

But my brain persisted. “You always mess things up. Why would they want to be here with you?”

I countered again. “That’s not the truth. We’re still having a good night.”

So my brain tried a new tactic. “Isn’t it pathetic how you manage to be sad, even when things are going well?” I hadn’t figured out how to think myself out of that one. So I shut down.

My depression gets physical and I tend to go nonverbal and seem disinterested in conversation when I’m depressed. So instead of talking, I offered my date an earbud and we just walked along the river.

The rest of the weeked, I swung back and forth between depression and feeling okay. I reassured my date that it wasn’t them - my brain just gets mean sometimes. They told me they understood. I was relieved yet disappointed when it came time to leave, but I hopped in my car and started my second long haul drive.

I realized there was a downside to long drives alone. My brain continued on about how terrible I made the weekend and fretted about if I’d get a text back. I tried and tried, but the music couldn’t get loud enough to distract me from the thoughts. I ended up pulling off at an exit halfway through the drive: I didn’t know where I was going, I just knew I had to find something.

The first right was a local music store and I immediately pulled in. I closed my eyes and asked “Lord Apollo, if you’re there give me a sign.” I cut the engine and went inside. They were playing the same Aerosmith CD I had listened to on my drive down and I hummed along while sifting throught the stacks. Somehow I ended up in the Local Section, holding a CD with a parental advisory sticker and artwork of a kid staring down multiple doors. I had never heard of the artist before and had no idea what kind of music was on the disc, but I bought it anyway. 

With a bit of effort, I popped the CD into my semi-broken disc drive and pulled out of the parking lot. The first song started up; horns and drums and a beat I could get into. Then the lyrics started:

Welcome to your 20s baby, I know you’re gonna do amazing/All you gotta do is get it, all you gotta do is get it

And the artist broke down into a rap. Suddenly the rest of the drive didn’t seem so long. I thank Apollo for His sign and when I got home, I texted my date.

And they texted back.

And that’s (one of) my favorite moment(s) with Lord Apollo.

[ardent-fox]

✨ Tag Game Master Post ✨

Hi, all! Catching up on these two games I was tagged in during the holidays 💖

First up, thank you to the lovely @lupeloto for creating and tagging me in this fun Tag Game! 🥰

📺 Favorite tv show? At the moment, Our Flag Means Death (shields self from tomatoes being thrown at her 😁)

🕴️ Favorite character? Oof, this is difficult. Gonna have to go with my precious baby boy, Stede

💋 Favorite relationship in the show? Blackbonnet (shocking, I know)

👯‍♂️ Fav sibling relationship in the show? No blood relations but the entire crew is chosen family, so… all of them?

🎨 Favorite art form? Music, with a heavy focus on lyrics/words

⚡️ A talent you wish you had? Being able to draw would be cool

☀️ What is one thing that can always make your day better? My toddler nephew saying the most hilarious things, he's barely 3 and already the funniest person I know

🎬 Favorite fictional character of all time? Atticus Finch (any works he appears in besides To Kill a Mockingbird do not count)

🌅 Dream place to travel to? Thailand or Ireland (either "land" would do, get it? 🧍‍♀️ ...I'll see myself out)

🎈 You’re planning a huge party, what’s the theme? The Masque of the Red Death, get fancy and spooky, bitches 🎭💀

🍕 Favorite pizza topping of all time? All kinds of cheese and extra mushrooms

🥂 You can pick ONE celebrity to have dinner with… Who? Andrew Garfield, {Marge Simpson voice} I just think he's neat

🎥 Favorite movie that you kinda know is bad but you still love? Rocky Horror Picture Show 👄

👖 How would you describe your style? The "I gained a substantial amount of weight in the past 5 years and haven't bought anything new since, so I now wear whatever I can fit into and lots of dresses and skirts cause pants are uncomfortable and shopping for them is a nightmare" style 😬

🖤 Finally, something making you smile this week? My mom's reaction to a present she really wanted, seeing her that touched was soul ascending ✨

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Next, I got tagged by @deedala, @tanktopgallavich, @suzy-queued and @lupeloto to complete this round of Weekly Tag Wednesday, thank you my darlings! 💙

Name: Lyds

Location: Unknown location in Europe

Astrological Sign: Taurus squaaaad ♉

What's a TV show or movie you plan to re-watch this year? Hubby has never seen Giant, so I'll be rewatching it soon as well as some other classics like Some Like It Hot and Philadelphia Story, I'm sure I'll rewatch Frankie and Johnny for the umpteenth time as well. As far as shows go, I rewatch Our Flag Means Death at least once a month since it's my comfort show, and might do a Shameless rewatch since I've only seen the whole thing once (excluding all the Gallavich scenes)

What's a book or fic you will probably re-read this year? The entirety or The Menagerie by @crossmydna and Honeycomb by @metalheadmickey with artwork by @heymrspatel 💕

What is a song you will likely continue to play on repeat? I've been replaying One Of Your Girls by Troye Sivan for days and don't plan on stopping anytime soon, also still listening to Hozier's entire Unreal Unearth album whenever I'm chilling

What's a tasty treat you look forward to eating more of this year? Gonna steal Ri's answer here and say cinnamon buns, as well as my husband's homemade pizza rolls that I previously mentioned, as they're our favorite thing to eat while binge-watching

What's a time sink that you will continue to sink time into this year? Scrolling this beloved hellsite

Did you pick up any habits in 2023 that you plan to continue? Only unhealthy ones that I plan on ridding myself of in 2024 👋

What's your toxic trait? Inflexibility and freaking out when things don't turn out the way I've planned

What is a coping mechanism you will continue to indulge in this year? Staying in my burrow with my hyperfixations

Tell me something you like about how you look! My full, rosy lips against my smooth, pale skin

Give me at least three adjectives describing things you like about yourself. Honest, open-minded, creative 🌸

I'm out of the loop (which is about to change since I celebrated the last of the festivities today) and haven't been keeping up with the tags lately, but am still going to tag some peeps if you want to do either or both of these: @heymrspatel, @stocious, @too-schoolforcool, @xninetiestrendx, @krysmiss, @sleepyfacetoughguy, @michellemisfit, @whatwouldmickeydo, @vintagelacerosette, @metalheadmickey, @rereadanon, @francesrose3, @darlingian and anyone who sees this and wants to play! ✨

[iuteamstarcandy]

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[TRANS] IU ‘Pieces’ Album Introduction and Song Introductions

IU [Pieces]

The pieces in between my 20s that I didn’t bother to take out

1. Drama

It’s a song that I wrote when I was 20. I composed it because I wanted to cheer up a friend who was going through a breakup and was being very pessimistic about love for a few days. Although I didn’t release it yet, I have so much affection for this song that I sang it for my concert en-encore [T/L note: another encore after the encore] every year without fail. I occasionally tried to write songs with similar emotions, but it seemed like I was just trying to imitate (a version of myself from) a chapter that had already passed in my life, so I stopped doing that.

When I sang it during concerts, because I was in the moment, I could sing it easily and cheerfully, but while recording it, I realised that this was indeed totally different. Out of all the songs I recorded this time, I had the most difficulty with this song, trying to find the character [get into character]. In order to bring out the atmosphere during concerts as much as possible, there wasn’t any special arrangement done for this song.

I’m sincerely grateful towards my fans who didn’t forget the existence of the song ‘Drama’ and strongly requested for it to be released officially. ‘Drama’ is in between ‘Hold My Hand’ which made my blood boil (with ambition) because it was my first (self-composed song) and ‘Friday’ which I was already feeling pretty relaxed about, before I knew it. This song which I was not ambitious about nominating (for this album), because it’s a precious song that I hold close to my heart, perhaps is the reason and theme for this collection of (music) pieces.

2. Next Stop

I started writing this song when I was 25, so by the time I was done, I was 26. There are some songs whereby the lyrics and melody come to my mind together, like a piece of music born with the two as one. It had been awhile since I had a song like that and this was one of them.

It can’t be helped that (I am) biased towards such songs.

There wasn’t any format or particular chord work that I worked hard on, but the moment I wrote the first verse as easily as breathing, I was so in love with this song.

But even then, I forgot about it. Heh.

It was a year later when I encountered my character ‘Jian’ in ‘My Mister’ that I naturally took on that character and was able to finish the second verse. While there was no plan cast in stone, it was a song that I definitely wanted to release one day. Beyond being a storyteller, but as a top liner [T/L note: person who composes the main melody of a song], I think this song contains my most central emotions as a creator.

This is the only song that we mixed in the vocals from the guide version. It contains both my voice from 3 years ago, as well as my current voice. I sang it calmly back then, by now I sing it in a way that appeals (to emotions). Ironically, it might be because it’s all in the past now.

Between Jieun and Jian is a ‘station’.

The two are connected by the distance of a station.

[T/L note: literal translation of the Korean song title is ‘The Station’.]

3. Winter Sleep

It started out as a sketch when I was 27 and had more thoughts than usual about a life leaving this world and about being left on such a world and I finally completed the song when I was 29, after experiencing several more huge separations.

It contains the story of welcoming the first year alone after sending off a beloved family member, friend or pet. It was a track that the lyrics were not difficult to write due to the clear plot in the order of spring, summer, autumn and winter, but in comparison to that, (the whole song) took a much longer time to be completed. That’s because I wanted to use direct expressions, yet I didn’t want the emotions to turn out to be too superficial.

This song took the longest time to record.

I’m usually the type to try my best to be as concise as possible in my expression during recordings, but for this song, I didn’t feel the need to hold back my emotions. Instead, to maximise the feelings of longing, I tried to go for a rather bold(?) arrangement in the precursor to the interlude in the middle of the song and not in the second half of the song [T/L note: question mark used in the original text]. That’s also the reason why the song is based on piano, unlike the other tracks.

Even though a great loss came into my world, there were flowers blooming, stars coming up and poems being born out there without delay. In between these repetitive seasons is ‘winter sleep’.

As I sing this song, this time I really won’t break down anymore. They’ll know this isn’t a lie.

4. You

This is a song I wrote at the age of 24, when I was filming a drama in the mountains, so I couldn’t go home for days and I missed my friend who lived upstairs so much. [T/L note: IU was filming the drama ‘Moon Lovers’ and missed Yoo Inna who lives in the apartment above hers.]

I remember immersing myself in my character of the historical drama I was filming for ten minutes and imagined myself to be writing a postcard to someone far away, not knowing whether it would reach the person and with that, I affectionately wrote the lyrics line by line.

I thought hard about whether to include this track or not.

Many years ago, I had already told my fans that I did not intend to release this song, so in my mind that was the end of it. Then one day as I was surfing on YouTube, I happened to listen to this song again after a long time and saw in the comments that there were more fans than I had thought waiting for this song to be released. On top of that, perhaps because I had written the song sincerely, the lyrics in the song still touched my heart.

Feeling uncertain about whether I would include it in this album, I sang this song in the recording studio again after about five years and amazingly, starting from the first verse, it just came out right.

This is the only song that I let my fans listen to in the one and only year that I did not have any music-related activities in the 14 years of my singing career. [T/L note: It was an untitled april fools song that IU uploaded on her fancafe for uaenas.]

Between ‘Chat-shire’ and ‘Palette’ is ‘You’ wanting to slowly and quietly flow along.

It’s probably the song (title) with the least syllables out of all the songs I’ve worked on.

5. Love Letter

I sketched this song at 26, completed it when I was 28, and “even” gave it to another artist. It was the first time ever since I started composing that another singer sang my song. [T/L note: Previously IU only wrote lyrics for others’ songs, like Cherry B’s “Her” and Jung Seunghwan’s “The Snowman”, Seulong’s “The Moment” and Sam Kim’s “When You Fall”.]

Last year, I went on KBS ‘Sketchbook’ and sang this song, which gave me the opportunity to work with Jung Seunghwan, who is a singer I admire. When we working together on this song, I briefly explained to Antenna and Jung Seunghwan about (my plans) to release this collection of my pieces and earned their consent to release the song. I wrote the lyrics based on the scenario of one half of an elderly couple leaving the world first and writing a final love letter for the other half who is left behind.

If Jung Seunghwan’s version is more calm and refined, I wanted my version of ‘Love Letter’ to be delivered in a more straightforward manner.

The arrangement of the song is fairytale-like and lovely, but I tried to make the vocals sound solid and the song was comparatively easy to record. I also tried to vary the ‘da-o’ part each time it was repeated throughout the song.

The last part of the lyrics, ‘I am still there, remaining in your heart, more than anywhere else’ became the seed of the last track ‘Epilogue’ in my 5th album ‘LILAC’. It’s also something that I want to tell my fans that I am grateful for, who have known me for a long time, know me (for who I am) and continue to want to know me better.

In between a novel and a letter, with this ‘Love Letter’ that I pressed my sincere emotions into and wish to send to those who love me, I close this collection of my (music) pieces.

Translated by IUteamstarcandy

[death-in-a-handbasket]

You said confess the darkest shit we're into? Can do.

For me its probably cannibalism. I love the metaphor of cannibalism being represent as a way of loving, to love someone so much that you want to physically consume them, and have them inside of you. But I feel like we always talking about the consumer and not the one being consumed, bcs I esp love the pov of the one being consumed bcs you literally love someone so much that you would willingly give yourself up and let them consume you. You love them so much you want to be inside them and sustain them, literally providing them energy, and I just love that. The feeling of your lover biting into you and knowing that this is as close as you two could possibly get, to connect your body and soul. Am I weird for that? If I told any of my friends this they would definitely cringe and say I'm weird lol.

I COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND AND I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT IT.

for one, I don’t think you’re cringe, it’s fun to be weird like this and the right people will support you in your endeavors

second of all, can we appreciate for a moment how much the sheer aesthetic of cannibalism alone severely fucks? the blood? the teeth and the clutching hands? the bone? the unrestrained desire and eroticism in it? goodness <3

third of all, yes yes of COURSE it’s delicious from the perspective of the consumer, getting to keep your lover forever and give in to primal wants, but oh my GOD the sweetness of being the one eaten, the one who gets to feel blissful surrender to their beloved. yes have my body and my life it’s all yours to do with as you wish, oh the joy of being happy to give yourself up to them and being a willing sacrifice. the “if you are hungry I will satiate you” the willingness to let them absolutely destroy you oh so sweetly <33 GOD

there is intimacy in being that close and it is quite truly to die for, can I recommend the manga MADK to you. it’s immensely fucked up but it’s so fascinating and the main character is a cannibal who honest to god makes that shit look truly delectable

also im gonna hunt down and reblog a very specific lyric post I made a long time ago for you honestly anon just know that you’re not alone in this and I personally love it, also I have like four other homies in arms who fuck with cannibalism 100% you really aren’t alone here

[hunterartemis]

So I thought, What if Kanthony had a Bollywood Playlist?

Yeah, not many brown girls show up in a steamy Regency storyline and this must be venerated with a bollywood playlist (other than the haldi time string quatret version of Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham) I have given links on the title of the songs to enjoy

1. Ajab Si ( From the Film “Om Shanti Om” )

The title of the song means “something strange”. It speaks about the strange beauty in the beloved’s eye. The scene of the song depicts the hero smitten with the eyes of the heroine, and has a fateful encounter with her when she is publically walking into a glamourous red carpet. Although the first encounter of Kate and Anthony was not in public but in private, but I do have a feeling that the first time Anthony saw her, he felt drawn. The song also speaks about being dumbstruck by the air of the beloved and her beauty and Anthony was surely dumbstruck by Kate’s scathing comment: “your character is as deficient as your horsemanship,”

2. Dilbar Mere (From Satte pe Satta)

A classic Golden Era number inspired from the tunes of Donauwellen Walzer (aa tune which inspired quite a number of Bollywood songs in the golden era) I think this song fits perfectly for Anthony when he tries to win both the sisters over, especially Kate by hook nook and crook so that he could marry the season’s diamond, Edwina. The song is like a challenge thrown to the beloved. “My darling” the song means “how much will you torment me? I shall light a fire to your heart that you’ll have not choice but to melt”. It reminds of of Anthony reminding Kate “by the end of your stay, I can assure you, your opinion of me would much improve”

3. Dil Yeh Ladaku (From Saala Khadoos)

The number is quite different. The scene depicts how the student falls in love with the teacher she so desperately hates. In the second and third episode we saw a delicious bit of rivalry between the two headstrong and very independent character. The lyrics says “my heart which is a fighter now fights with itself today” The song is filled with cuteness and confusion of falling in love with someone whom you seem to despise. (not to mention the title of the movie means : Bloody Scrooge)

4. Lahu Muhn Lag Gaya (from Raam Leela)

This is a steamy number from a film which was loosely based on Romeo and Juliet: two people from enemy gangs falling in love. The scene of the song depicts a scene from Holi, where the heroine completely captures the hero’s heart after she kisses him in stealth. This act befuddles the Hero and after a few awkward moments, he shares a few flirtatious moments. The title means “I have tasted the blood, which had slept in my veins, the vigor has awakened.” I particularly love this number for the Viscount and Kate’s “bee scene” and Anthony’s befuddlement after Kate unwittingly flashes her thigh during the hunt

5. Ajeeb Dastan Hy Yeh (from Dil Apna Aur Preet Parayi)

Another golden era number for our favourite couple. The song is quite poetic that portrays “the one that got away” feel before Katy Perri made it famous. Even the movie title means “my heart my own and my beloved is of someone else’s”. I think it captures the perfect feeling both Kate and Anthony faces after Anthony’s engagement with Edwina. Anthony practically gets mad when he hears for the first time Kate saying “I am returning to India” and Kate practically breaks her heart when Anthony proposes Edwina

6. Shiqayat (from Gangubai Kathiawari)

The title that means “complaint” starts with the lines “it takes great heart to spend your evenings with only the memories of your beloved; it takes great heart to kill yourself everyday” then it proceeds “I have heard he has great complaints about me, it could only mean he has great love for me”. The context of the song is really painful: the heroine marries her beloved off to another girl because of greater motive and she comes to attend the wedding: drunk and sad and avoids looking at her beloved, who is now newly wed. The context is self explanatory: both Kate and Anthony’s denial of love : “it will be bearable and it will pass and it will feel as if we never felt it before.” ouch

7. Tu Janey Na (From Ajab Prem Ki Gazab Kahani)

The scenario is the hero is helping the girl he loves to run away with the guy the heroine loves. He is practically arranging the marriage alter for the girl. The song starts with “How to tell you why I want you, Darling I can’t; what my heart wishes to say my eyes tell to you, but you don’t know”. I really really imagine Anthony would be thinking something like this when he stands in the alter and Kate walks down the aisle as Edwina’s Bridesmaid. The song also says “we didn’t meet even if you and I met each other, there is a thousand mile chasm between us” this feeling must be solidifying as Anthony saw every moment pass to his wedding.

8. O Meri Jaan (From Life in a Metro)

It is a long struggle of social standing, situation and then the grand realisation of love for one another... despite all the circumstances. The song is about warmth of love and following the selfish desire for the beloved, I think, when Anthony cries and tries to propose, this song would be perfect, the climax of the song says “my heart does not understand any other relation, I don’t know what has happened to it, my arms seeks you madly and only you... where are you oh my life my love”

[celestialholz]

ok you already know what TF is going on!!!!

tm 45 venoshock (evil). tm 146 grass pledge (gay). tm 95 leech life (divorce snail). tm 156 outrage (eviler). tm 115 dragon pulse (because if nobody else does it i will).....tm100 dragon dance (🥰). do not feel obligated to do them all these are just a compilation of the concepts we talked abt

Oh Austro, darling. I'm about to murder you in cold blood. ;) A tale in three parts for you, my good pal. The last one of these three was also requested by dear @xfriki26, and the other two here will be under a read more to respect space. Cross-posted to AO3 here as chapters five, six and seven respectively, welcome to a miniature saga of just about every genre going, which we shall begin with by killing y'all stone dead with:

TM115: Dragon Pulse

Beep.

Beep.

Brassius thinks he may be going mad. He’d thought that a multitude of times during his ice-cold, static darkness, but this is a different form of insanity: a hammering, a fractured, desolate, desperate despair.

Beep.

Beep.

He wants the beeping to shut up almost as deeply as he cherishes its rhythm, its sheer brilliance. He could wax artistic lyrical on how fervently he cherishes the machine that affixes his sun to its true orbit at his side, paint it in the yellows and oranges of joy and the purple of dragons for its remarkable cleverness – wide, tender brush-strokes, gentle gratitude poured into every trembling sweep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

How ironic, he muses darkly, that Hassel’s heart should be the thing to fail – that loyal, stalwart, core of sunshine, that is so achingly full of acceptance and understanding and vibrance, that had dragged his beloved back from the depths of the shadows.

Between them, now, they can barely make a decently functioning pulmonary system. The breath of life, the heart of the matter – both irreparably scarred, merely patched over with bandages and craft glue and hope and the most blinding, frantic adoration. They’ve operated upon his love, as though he is a mere tapestry, sown and stitched and patched -

Hassel is not meant to be fixed. He should never be broken in the first place. He’d thought they understood one another very well, after fifteen years together. You stand tall, querido; I fall, me. Not you. Never, ever you, because how am I supposed to -

He chokes back a panicked breath, squeezes dull, greyed eyes closed. He doesn’t have contingency for this – he was never supposed to make any. This isn’t his role. And perhaps that makes him the world’s most selfish bastard, perhaps he’s awful and leech-like and unworthy of such light, but perhaps he’s also saved because he would swap them, swap them every single damn time – you already have my lungs, take my wretched heart as well, it’s better than watching this –

Beep.

Beep.

… He hasn’t even gotten around to asking him to marry him, after all this time. They’d had forever - what was the rush? The gap in Hassel’s family is glaring, he doesn’t want to invoke painful memories of people who would never wish to attend, and they are husbands in all but name nevertheless, promise rings long since sculptured from crystals and worn against their hearts anyway.

He hadn’t expected this. He hadn’t expected the chance to be possibly lost for all time -

Beep.

Beep.

Gods, how the hell does he deal with this every time it happens in reverse? How many hours has his world watched his own slowly fade away?

“It doesn’t matter,” Hassel had told him once, tears glistening in warm, adoring eyes. “It simply doesn’t matter. You are worth every moment of the agony, darling. You coming back each time is the only thing that counts.”

He tries, physically shaking, to hold such sentiments against his core, because his dragon’s always been entirely right. He is damaged goods too, now – he can empathise, now. And later, when muted sun meets frosty moon once again, all will be harmonious in the celestial sphere. The stars do not lament; they celebrate a joyous reunion, the return of gravity to a uncertain universe, an essential dual orbit.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

His role, flipped, is now to support – to shine himself, to endure, to treasure a recovery Hassel will make. You will make it. I need you. Always have done. And I will look after you, smotheringly, achingly. Oh, you’ll hate it, even though I will see the smile in your beautiful gaze and understand that you love it.

He breathes a quivering laugh, stumbling across his own tongue.

… Well, it is night-time. It’s his shift anyway.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

He clings to his sunshine’s hand as though it’s all that tethers him to the earth, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Come back to me,” he pleads, infinitely soft. “Come back and be my husband, won’t you dearest?”

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

TM146: Grass Pledge

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

“… Br…”

Brassius snaps awake from a light doze on their fifth night in the hospital, as though bidden by hope alone, to find a weak Hassel staring straight at him. Sunlight stabs at his frozen heart, piercing its outer shell instantly, and he breaks, fragments of ice shattering down around him.

“D-dear,” he whispers, heat pooling immediately in his gaze. “You’re here, you’re back -”

“Mm,” his beloved murmurs, coughing softly. “Just… just about…”

Water is poured by trembling hands, held to lips, tipped up ever so gently even as Hassel blurs before him, rendered briefly invisible by tears and heat and relief and gods, thank you -

"Br..." Hassel clears a now lubricated throat, and Brassius immediately meets his gaze - sunshine swathed by shadows, the darker moments before sunrise. As deeply grateful as he is to see the light, he curses its lack of luminence.

"Yes, my love?"

"... You okay?" He coughs again, and despite the sun's dimness, his concern is clear as day. "You... are too pale."

Brassius stares at him for a second, aghast, before dissolving spontaneously into tearful laughter, exasperation and absolute joy, and he's trembling, and dear heavens, why would it matter what he looks like -

"The sun came back out," he tells him eventually, as a weak hand clings to his as tight as it can, as he's watched with soft worry. "I'd been beginning to think it would never stop raining. I'll... I'll be fine, now."

"Good," Hassel murmurs, reassured; even as his eyes droop closed once more, and a thread of anxiety rushes back up his lover's spine, a gentle thumb runs against his in silent promise. Alright, now. "Wouldn't do... for us both to be old and broken, d-darling."

"You are no such thing," Brassius protests immediately, heart rebelling against the mere thought. "Look at you, querido. Sunshine incarnate."

Hassel murmurs a small laugh, cherishing the water that he's once more offered.

"Funny, you say that," he whispers after a further drink, a wonder held in his gaze. "I only... see one source of light, here."

Even as he's tenderly kissed, even after he drifts back off to much-needed rest, inspiration strikes his beloved, a sparkling of genius.

Oh, you clever, wonderful, miracle of a man. You conductor of moonlight. Where the sun meets the moon...

He makes plans, as he falls asleep himself: gentle, loving, delightful schemes, tears slipping beneath closed lids as he nods off.

/////////////

He prepares quietly, when they get home; sets the stage as Hassel recovers, buys the equipment, purchases the perfect jewellery, bides his time. Doting on his beloved is by far the more pressing matter, and thus it takes him weeks, but eventually...

They finish a homemade casserole lovingly prepared, just as day begins to shift; just as it begins to turn to night, he asks his beloved to head outside with him, into the garden that overlooks the shimmering beauty of the East Paldean Sea.

"My dear, where on earth are we g -"

Hassel stops instantly at the sight before him; at the ring boxes, at the arch strung over with vines and lights, at the strands of green and purple cord that sit between it all, tearful eyes slowly drawing to his nervous partner's.

"Is that...?" he swallows a sob, utterly rapt.

"It is," Brassius confirms, eyes scanning him, gauging his thoughts, reading softly a man he knows the soul of better than his own. "Should you wish it to be, anyway -"

He gets no further for a long minute, damp kisses pressed to his lips, over and over.

"'Should I wish it,'" he repeats, laughing shakily in disbelief. "And at dusk, no less. Where the sun meets the moon, you brilliant, brilliant individual."

Brassius chuckles, similarly breaking. "You'll forgive me my poetry, I'm sure."

"I will forgive you anything, my darling." He chokes down tears, conscious of time, conscious of his lover's artistic vision. He can cry later, and he will - oh, he will. He doubts he'll stop for hours.

"So, you will, then -"

"Yes, I will," Hassel tells him clearly, fondly, adoringly, trembling hand coming to a precious, flushed cheek. "Arceus himself could drag neither of us away, despite his best efforts."

They marry, as the warmth of ambient sunset glazes over them; hands wrapped in cord of alternate colours, the draconic for the biological and vice versa; they whisper nonsense vows, straight from their cores, babbled and pure and perfect; they adopt glistening emeralds or dazzling violets as the moon takes reign, and there are tears enough to proclaim the sea that spectates them flooded.

"Why now?" Hassel asks his husband afterwards, tears still glistening in his eyes, his forehead gently pressed upon his beloved's. "All these years..."

"I thought we had forever," Brassius tells him simply, voice thoroughly raspy by this point, clinging tightly to him, as though he might fall to his doom should he ever let go.

"We do, my love," comes the replying whisper, the utter certainty. "I'm sorry, for frightening you so deeply..."

Brassius sobs into him, believing him with his whole heart, and shakes his head.

"You were worth every moment of the agony, dearest," he promises him truthfully, burying himself into soft folds of fabric, and the softest man of all.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*

TM100: Dragon Dance

It’s difficult to practice for a celebration, when one’s heart or lungs have had their cracks filled in as though via liquid sunshine; an astral kintsugiri leaves one less willing than they might have been to put their beloved through physical stress.

“Well,” Hassel notes tiredly as they take seats together, “come the moment, darling husband, we could just vibe with it.”

Brassius glances at him, bewilderment strewn through his grey gaze.

“You know, as in do our collective best, dependent on our emotions at the time?” Hassel’s expression creases in thought. “I think that’s what my students mean by it, anyway…”

The pair burst into soft laughter, hands automatically finding one another’s and gripping on tight.

“Everything will be wonderful, querido,” Brassius whispers, “because you will be there, and I will be right there with you.”

Hassel takes a gentle breath, and melts into his side, stinging eyes closing as he smiles warmly.

“Indeed,” he murmurs, content. “That’s all I’ve ever needed.”

“And I.”

Hassel kisses him, swallowing his tremulous voice, assuaging his lingering anxiety.

/////////

It is beautiful if mad, their celebratory dance. They don’t say vows – they already have, the words for them and them alone, sparkling in the intimacy of the dusk. They simply host a small gathering, fairy lights strung up across their whole garden now, Grass types mingling between fauna, guests somewhere between buffet tables, wine refills and comfortable garden furniture. Lilligant develops a quiet, blushing crush on Katy’s dear Heracross, who flexes happily for his smitten acquaintance; a far too competitive Breloom attempts to spar with a far too competitive Staraptor, who promptly and triumphantly puts the bird to sleep the moment he gets too feisty; Flapple doesn’t leave the side of her fathers, chirruping happily as a laughing Hassel feeds her cake with a wink and an indulgent promise that she’s only allowed a little.

“Have a heart, kid,” Larry announces dryly, as he plucks her phone from a whining Iono, who has been attempting to livestream the event. She tries to snatch it from the air, which goes about well as such a height difference might imply.

“Awww! Just tryna share the joy!”

“Enjoy it, instead. Live in the moment. Pick up tips for the future, when someone feels like putting up with you for long enough.”

“Hey!”

He smirks down at his pseudo-daughter, his face softening. “Trust me,” he mutters, glancing warmly at Katy, who’s giggling at her Heracross. “If I can find them, anyone can.”

It’s endearingly awkward and inaccurate when their dance comes, when they take centre stage; steps misaligned at points, gentle amusement tripping from their lips. Shoes are stepped on, but the twirls are dramatic, and the audience appreciates their stars nevertheless, cheers, sobs and applause raising from their friends.

“Doing well, my love?” Brassius whispers as he swept up from their bowed finale, being drawn into a gentle, loving kiss.

“Doing perfectly, my darling,” Hassel promises tearfully after a moment, nuzzling his forehead to his husband’s. “And you?”

“Can’t complain,” he teases, and they both burst out laughing until tears stream down their faces in utter joy. Breath is briefly pulled from lungs, exhaustion reigns, but nothing ruins their harmony, their victory, their perfectly imperfect wedding reception.

They may have to take tomorrow slow; they may have to take the rest of their lives at an easier pace, a gentle stroll into forever instead of a sprinting wildness - but take it together they will, every step of the way.

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Hey Imeda! I am Low! I read your Pandalily fic recently and I adored it! I saw that you haven't had this account long and since I can't peruse/stalk your account to satiate my curiosity I've decided to inquire here :) I hope you don't mind.

Do you have any specific Pandora or Lily headcanons you can share? Do you have any WIPs in the works? Do you have any songs you are listening to on repeat right now? What are the top 5 ships that are giving you the most insistent brain rot currently?

And finally, I am done pestering you and I'm wishing you a day full of wonder <3

OMG HI LOW!! yes absolutely i am always happy to talk about pandalily they are my beloveds <3 yeah i set up this acc relatively recently bc i wanted a fresh start for my ao3 and i haven’t really had the chance to do much on it yet (i am unfortunately a full time university student) but i am so happy you sent an ask bc i am always excited to talk to ppl!! feel free to send more asks or even dm me for whatever reason!!

i’m gonna do the pandalily headcanons last bc i have so many of them, but firstly do i have any wips:

oh i ABSOLUTELY have wips. i actually am the worst at starting wips and never finishing them, but as for main ones i’m working on rn, i have a prongsfoot wip that’s currently around 50k words 75% done, a marauders x daisy jones & the six au, a (you have to hear me out on this one okay bc i know nobody ships this but me BUT HEAR ME OUT) friends with benefits sirius x barty fic that’s about half done, and another pandalily fic that is basically just taking shape but i don’t have much to say about it yet (im actually just the worst multishipper ever and i ship my favourite character, sirius, with every single person who dares to so much as breathe in his direction)

songs on repeat

ok so i am totally willing to just link my spotify, in fact: here and i have a pandalily playlist in the works here, but specifically, i’ve had never love an anchor by the crane wives, three by sleeping at last, and funeral by phoebe bridgers on loop over and over as well as the entire daisy jones & the six album.

top 5 ships giving me brainrot

1. PRONGSFOOT!! prongsfoot is forever in my head as one of my fav ships ever

2. pandalily! i absolutely adore their dynamic and the little version of them that i have created in my head

3. rosekiller. i think this is a relatively unpopular opinion but i am so intrigued by their dynamic and i’m currently in the process of drafting a LONG fic about them but i haven’t done much work on it yet

4. dorlene. UGH MY OG ENEMIES TO LOVERS i am forever obsessed with them and i can’t believe i haven’t written them yet

5. normally i’d have jegulus around here i think but currently i’ve been having intensive brainrot about the idea of a dynamic between barty and sirius. i think they’re two characters who are very similar and yet hate each other and i think it’s really interesting to explore a two sides of the same coin dynamic between them and idk i have a lot of thoughts about them i could absolutely rant for a very long time abt the sirius/barty dynamic i have in my head

bonus bc it isn’t a marauders ship but my favourite ship of ALL TIME is soukoku, aka dazai/chuuya from bungou stray dogs. i like them a Normal amount (i’m crazy abt them)

and now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for, here are a few of my pandalily headcanons that i can think of off the top of my head

first of all, my fav pandalily song is trouble by halsey. it’s literally them. that’s their dynamic to me

pandora’s much more open about her oddness and want for Blood while lily is more closed off about it. it’s still there—absolutely still there—but pandora kind of awakens it in her and helps her to realize that it’s okay to show that part of her

they met through james and regulus and often go on double dates with them

they absolutely get matching tattoos. probably ethel cain lyrics or something abt the inherent eroticism of cannibalism idk

my favourite headcanon is that pandora and evan are twins and evan tries to get lily the shovel talk when he meets her for the first time, but actually just ends up half in love with her bc he thinks she’s so cool

speaking of, evan and lily joke that they’re going to run away and elope so that evans name could be evan evans and pandora thinks it’s the funniest thing ever

bonus headcanon that evan is the older twin by a few minutes but pandora tells everyone that she is and he doesn’t correct her

they watched bones and all together and every 5 minutes they would whisper “this is so us” to each other

they absolutely LOVE baking together. they do it at least once a week and they make cookies or cupcakes or something and decorate them like pinterest photos and give them to their friends

they have two shared pinterest boards. one is really cutesy baking ideas and cute room decor inspo and the other is full of quotes abt cannibalism and blood and eating each other whole. they treasure both of these boards equally

lily is the biggest taylor swift fan ever and she makes pandora listen to her songs together. pandora moderately enjoys taylor swift, but will listen to her constantly to please lily. lily’s favourite song is this is me trying and pandora likes cowboy like me

they give each other flowers all the time (notably lilies ofc). pandora can’t stand to watch them die and always presses them and keeps them all in a little notebook with the date they got them

they’re obsessed with biting each other. like not even just during sex, they do it all the time. they’ll be watching a movie and pandora will just reach over and bite lily’s shoulder for fun

their favourite show to watch together is hannibal. they’re crazy about it. they rewatch it all the time to an unhealthy extent

they often say really strange declarations of love to each other in front of other people like “i want to eat you down to the bones” or “i want to rip open your skin and crawl inside your kidneys and sleep in there” and everyone around them just laughs nervously and can’t tell if they’re serious or not

i probably rambled much more than i needed to but i am always very excited to talk!!

[iwoll]

The Tragic Tale of the Demolition Lovers: A Song Analysis

Gerard Way, lead singer of American rock band My Chemical Romance (MCR), is a master storyteller. Author of numerous bestselling comic books, Way spins tragic tales of damned lovers, dystopian futures, and science fiction failures. These topics bleed heavily not only into his solo music but also his band’s concept songs and albums, particularly the song titled “Demolition Lovers” from MCR’s debut album I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love. “Demolition Lovers” is a prequel to MCR’s second studio album Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, which tells a tale of two seemingly star-crossed lovers who are pushed to folie à deux. This cautionary tale warns the audience-- through the instrumentals, lyrics, and tonal inflection-- not to confuse infatuation with love, a mix-up that may end in demise.

For songwriters, the lyrical content of a song is one of, if not the most, vital forms of expression; thus, total dissection of each word or phrase is necessary. “Demolition Lovers” is no different. For the sake of congruence, this couple consists of a man and a woman with the former being the narrator. The song begins with “hand ‘in mine, into your icy blues” (MCR 0:21) setting the scene of the “demolition lovers.” The man admires the cold, blue eyes of his lover—as if her soul is frozen or dead. He goes on to say, “’We could take to the highway/With this trunk of ammunition, too’/I'd end my days with you, in a hail of bullets” (MCR 0:28) implying the lovers are running from something, prophesizing their tragic outcome. The man knows the situation they are in is the beginning of the end, saying to his lover that he would rather die by her beloved hands than be killed by those from whom they are running. The line, “A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full” (MCR 1:08) provides the exposition: they have robbed a liquor store and are on the run from the police. He goes on to say, “As snow falls on desert sky” (MCR 1:34) explaining he will love her through all the impossibilities of life and death. The man tries to finish his thought, saying, “Until the end of every—” (MCR 2:47) but is abruptly cut off. He philosophizes an existential thought, saying, “All we are is bullets, I mean this” (MCR 3:33). The man is trying to describe that, as bullets are made only to kill or harm people, so are humans—or, in the very least, him and his lover. Alone, bullets are harmless; however, when loaded into a gun, bullets are lethal. The man is her catalyst; as a gun to a bullet, he causes her death. As the police begin firing at the two, he cries, “Like scarecrows that fuel this flame/we’re burning forever and ever” (MCR 5:12), reiterating the notion that the burning infatuation between them that will always exist and cannot be stopped. Fatally shot, the two fall to the ground. As they bleed out together, lying in a mix of each other’s blood, they graze hands. In his final moments, the man stares into his lover’s lifeless blue eyes one last time, just as he did in the beginning.

The instrumentals of songs help an audience understand the emotion the artist’s emotional message. Bass, drums, and guitar play a monumental role in what makes a good song good; especially with MCR, emotions are dripping from the melancholy riffs, gritty basslines, and the dissonant high-hat. “Demolition Lovers” begins with a lonely guitar picking a minor chord, creating a sense of chilled eeriness. Like a child on a rollercoaster, the listener enters the ride. Energy starts to spill over as the listener is strapped in, and the bass and drums are added on. On every downbeat, a tap on the high-hat adds emphasis to the tone of absolute adoration, even madness, which this song provides. As the man starts to express his undying “love” to the woman, the instruments all get louder and harsher. The instruments crescendo until the listener is at the top of the hill, waiting to fall. At 1:46, the listener flies down the tracks. This high energy section is soon ended abruptly at 2:47 to signify a slow in time, a moment of clarity. After a beat of silence, slow melodic guitar begins. The four lines of B♭ sustained chords to G major chords create a sense of unease. Using the rollercoaster analogy, this would be the moments one is left zero-G whilst coming down from a loop-de-loop. In the final stretch of the song, the tone becomes more fearful, almost as if the instruments know what must happen to these victims of infatuation. As the narrative comes to an end, everything goes silent, the song ends on a sharp dissonant note and a bash of the drums, signaling the struggle is over: their lives, their infatuation, and their story.

Tonal inflections are important in artistic expression, and Way uses an array of inflections to extend the depth of the lyrics. “Demolition Lovers” begins with a low, distant voice breaking through deep guitar. Way sings in a pendular method that switches from very soft to harsh and maniacal. In the beginning, the man, soft spoken and romantic, is partially sane in his confession of love. Once the two are on the run, he loses his mind. He is manic in his proclamation of adoration. This is an example of the “folie” in the folie à deux trope; he has gone mad with infatuation. As the end swiftly approaches, the man has a moment of clarity where he acknowledges his faults. He thinks repeatedly to himself, “All we are is bullets” (MCR 3:33), acknowledging he caused this tragedy. Faced with death, he snaps back to reality: their end approaches and he knows it. Frantic and sorrowful, he tells his faux lover that this charade needs to happen, reasoning, “Like a bed of roses, there’s a dozen reasons in this gun!” (MCR 5:27). The insanity must come to an end; the two were never meant to exist together.

The song “Demolition Lovers” by My Chemical Romance uses methods such as lyrical content, instrumentals, and tonal inflection to support the idea that mistaking infatuation with love can lead to catastrophe. Searing visual imagery creates a cinematic masterpiece of love gone mad. Screaming guitars become gunshots straight to the heart; one feels as if they are beside the couple, bleeding. Theatric cadence offers no hope, moving from agonizing ballads to utter chaos. The final image of the song, “As lead rains, moving through our phantoms forever and ever” (MCR 5:08) does not provide a respite from their suffering, even in death. The release of heavy and painful emotions provides catharsis to the listener who is now willing to endure the pain not as a spectator, but as a participant.

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Lyrics

"The second memory…"

A flame, bursting as released by the bending bow, freezes the night sky; With a piercing blue song of parting, I shoot you (my lover) down…

Something forgotten long ago, A scar torn apart Carries a cursed promise that dwells in your heart.

"If my end is inevitable, Then let it be by your loving hand…" He said, enveloped by the irresistible impulse of darkness…

A flame, spiraling from a distorted world, Burns through the cycle of Death and Rebirth; With a piercing crimson kiss of blood, I shoot you (my lover) down…

"Is There Anything You Have Forgotten…?"

An ancient legend: Those marked by the Beast Will have a curse running through their veins And will eventually become beasts themselves…

"When did he get that scar…?"

It occurred on the day the two met. He was wounded when he saved her. Everything began when they met…

"Their encounter was a promise inviting loss…"

The blue flames of sorrow Dwelling in her dried tears Were released as glittering silver arrows Over and over again… until he drew his last breath…

Lost… In a world where my beloved is lost, What color will the flowers bloom?

A flame, taking the shape of a cross And embraced by the moon, bears its thorns; With a final, piercing white strike of an arrow, I shoot myself down…

"In a world where my beloved is lost, What color will the flowers bloom…?"

Once upon a time, There was a sorcerer who lost his lover. He sought a forbidden magic To resurrect his lover from the dead. Knowing that misfortune befalls Those who invade its domain, Why do people seek the genie With power beyond human comprehension…?

Blowing gusts of wind kicked up a sandstorm, Obstructing the young traveler's path. With a camel as his only traveling companion, He rode across the sand dunes towards the city…

"Don't you want the magic lamp?" A suspicious, bearded man spoke in a hushed tone. Striking a bargain in a dimly lit alleyway, The traveler agreed to the man's terms, taking his offer…

It was said that a genie would appear To those who rubbed the lamp, granting three wishes. The bearded man would reveal its location In exchange for one wish. The lamp was said to be sealed In a cave to the southwest. The man claimed to have a bad leg, So the traveler descended into a hole in his place…

Beneath the desert, there was an expansive labyrinth. Its cool, damp air sent a shiver down his spine. Within the lowest depths of the cave Was an alluring altar; A golden lamp and a frayed carpet on full display.

The moment the traveler touched the lamp, The cave began to collapse. "Hurry boy, give me the lamp!" The bearded man shouted…

"Is There Anything You Have Forgotten…?"

Within the darkness, he listens to a nostalgic voice. In a warm light, he listens to a lovely voice.

"You shouldn't have come here yet, dear. You still have things left to do. Don't you, my dear?"

Within the darkness, a nostalgic voice speaks. In a warm light, a lovely voice speaks.

"Instead of wishing for that which is Lost, Look at what is right in front of you."

He awakened to billowing sand Piling at the top of a dune, Held by a beautiful girl with black hair, Smiling through her tears.

"An ancient rondo of sin and punishment Imprisoned me in the lamp. For freeing a fool like me, I'll grant anything you desire, my Master. Now, make your wish…"

Once all three wishes were granted, The girl would once again tremble in her loneliness Beneath the cold, damp sand for thousands of years…

And so, he made his wish…

Blowing gusts of wind kicked up a sandstorm, Obstructing the young traveler's path. With two camels as his traveling companions, And a girl with long black hair…

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                        • The Addams Family Musical Lyric Starters • 

I’ve been obsessed with this album for literal years ! ‘ Morticia ‘ & ‘ Tango de Amor ‘ are my top picks, close seconds are ‘ Pulled ‘, ‘ One Normal Night ‘ and ‘ Crazier Than You ‘ ! I hope you guys enjoy this meme and give these tracks a listen too. 

                    - Click the Song Titles to be redirected to a youtube™ video of them. –         As always: These have been modified for cohesive and sensical use for the general RPC. Feel free to change anything within these that you see fit to make it work for the receiver’s muse !     Recommended For: Any Muses/Plots/Timelines.

Trigger Warnings For: Death Themes, Self-Harm Mentions ( Cartoonish ), Some Horror Themes & Elements.

‘ When You’re an Addams  ‘ “ Ah, the intoxicating smell of the graveyard ! “ “ Once a year when the last leaf of autumn falls, we gather to honor the great cycle of life and death. “ “ Come, every member of our clan - living, dead, & undecided -- “ “ You need to have a little moonlight. “ “ You need to feel a little chill ... “ “ You have to see the world in shades of grey. “ “ You have to put some poison in your day ! “  “ You need to have a taste for death. “ “ Who cares about the world outside & what it wants from you ... ! “ “ You gotta have a lotta passion. “ “ You need to really love your wife ! ( ... Several times a day ... ) “ “ You're happy when your toes are in the mud. “  “ You smile a bit the moment you smell blood ... “ “ You need to grab a bow and arrow. “ “ You need a moment to explode ! “ “ Just pour a potion, flip the switch & wait 'till things get hot ... When you're a [ Family Name ]: You have to really stir the pot ! “ “ So, keep your sunshine, keep your glee & country music in Tennessee ! “ “ Give us shadows and give us gloom; Something fun we can all exhume ! “ “ On this special night, beneath our Family Tree, we summon our beloved Ancestors ... “ “ You have a very special duty ... “  “ You're obligated to the clan ! “  “ It's family first & family last, and family by & by. “  “ The standard answers don't apply. “ ‘ Pulled ‘ “ I don't have a sunny disposition. “ “ I'm not known for being too amused. “ “ My demeanor's locked in one position ... “ “ See my face ? I'm enthused. “ “ Suddenly, however, I've been puzzled -- “ “ Bunny rabbits make me want to cry ! “ “ All my inhibitions have been muzzled & I think I know why ... “ “ I'm being pulled in a new direction: But I think I like it ? I think I like it ... “ “ All the things I detested ? Impossibly cute. “ “ God ! What do I do ? “ “ Mother always said be kind to strangers, but she doesn't know what they destroy ! “ “ I can feel the clear and present dangers -- When she learns that the boy has got me pulled in a new direction ! “ “ But this feeling, I know is impossible - so, I'll confide that I've tried but I can't let it go ! “ “ It's disgustingly true ! “ “ DisneyWorld™ - I'll go there twice ! “ “ If they keep insisting; I'll stop resisting ! “ “ I should stay in the dark, not obey every spark ... “ “ -- But, the boy has a bite better far than his bark ! “ “ ... And you bet I'll bite too & do what's truly taboo as I'm pulled in a new direction ! “ ‘ Where Did We Go Wrong ? ‘ “ She's perky ... she's bubbly ... she's optimistic; Where did we go wrong ?! “ “ We taught her to hunt ! “ “ We taught her to aim, then we gave her a bow. “ “ We gave her no shame. “ “ We gave what we had & made sure she was bad. “ “ We did all we could to keep her sad. “ “ We told her to stay away from modern jazz ! “ “ We gave her that week long trip to Alcatraz -- ! “ “ We promised she'd be equipped & filled her crypt with woe ! “ “ We took her to funerals in the morning mist ... we took her to slaughterhouses ... “ “ We taught her to scowl and sneer and domineer, on cue ! “ “ So, what did we do ? “ “ Where did we go wrong ? “ “ Are we good parents ? “ “ Are we cliché ? “ “ Somewhere in between ‘ guilt & guillotine ‘ we forgot to notice that our daughter lost her way ! “  “ -- But if she's going wrong: then what will change her ways !? “ “ That's it ! We cancel the dinner, bolt the doors ! “ “ We know the occult. “ “ So, why all the fuss ? My darling, discuss ... “ “ We've always been there for her, to swear for her, ( discourage dental care for her ) ! “ “ Do well for her, excel for her -- Make home a living hell for her ! “ “ So, ‘ Where did we go wrong ? ‘ - Is not the question ! “ “ Resolute & strong: Is our next move ! “ ‘ One Normal Night ‘ “ They're normal people; Not like you, not like me. “ “ Please, can't we be an average family ? “ “ One normal night ! That's all I want -- That's all I need from you ! ” “ One normal house, without a mouse to feed a plant or two ! “ “ You must admit we aren't what people call ‘ laid back ‘ ! “ “ So, can't we muse a bit, and lose the basic black ? “ “ Just one normal night, what do you say ? “ “ One normal night ...To be polite; to do the least you can ! “ “ One normal eve ... Can you achieve a kind of common man ? “ “ You have to swear to me: Yes ! Promise to the core ! “ “ On all the family ancestors, who've ever walked aright -- one normal night ! “ “ Wait ! This is the place where I first saw her ! [ Name ], with a crossbow ... & she looked like Diana, The Huntress ! “ “ [ Name ], your mother's rhyming again. I say we take a rain check and go back to the hotel ... “ “ One normal night - no, not one poem - not one inspiring word ! “ “ One normal scene, complete routine - tonight can't be absurd ! “ “ Please, don't embarrass me or be completely rude ! “  “ Don't make a fuss about the house ... about the food ! “ “ I know it's big but can't you see ? This one normal night is for me ! “ “ Was Napoleon right for Josephine ? “ “ Was nausea right for Dramamine ? “ “ Were the 80's right for the drum machine ? “ “ One normal night is a perilous trick ... “ “ Normal is hard to attain ! “ “ Children are crazy & parents are quick ! “ “ Passions are hard to explain ... “ “ Just be respectable: Don't make an odd remark. “ “ Keep undetectable our passion for the dark ! “ “ And then it's paradise right here in Central Park. “ ‘ Morticia ‘ “ [ Name ], [ Name ]; The name alone is gold ! “ “ It speaks of death and labored breath, not fears of growing old ! “ “ If I could stop the clock right now to make a simple wish: the only wish that I would wish is [ Name ], [ Name ], [ Name ] ... “ “ The wind that makes a window creak, the mist inside the word ‘ mystique ‘, [ Name ] ... “ “ The fluttering wings of bats in flight, those creepy-crawly things at night ... [ Name ] ! “ “ The moment she is focused on you makes you feel alive ! ( And after she is through, you hope you only just survive ! ) “ “ It’s not unlike being stung by every bee inside the hive -- ! “ “ The screams she saves only for you -- the misery she puts you through ... [ Name ] ... “ “ The chill she brings to every room; the lethal stench of French perfume -- ! “ “ She meets your gaze and promises to send you to the sky ! “  “ ( When all the while behind that smile, she's wondering how you'll die ) ... “ “ That's why it's so delicious to be dominated by, [ Name ] ! “ “ What's happening to your wife ?! “ “ She must be feeling blue ! I don’t know what to do ! “ “ She's every dream & every nightmare permanently bound. “ “ So when I'm dead asleep that's when I feel it most profound ... “ " Tell me you'll come 'round before I'm six feet under ground ? “ “ A blackened heart, a darker soul ... “ “ Imprisonment with no parole ! “ “ If I love you and you love me, then lose this fresh facade ! “ “ My ingenue, I'll help you to avoid the firing squad ! “  “ -- And life will be, for us you'll see, interminably odd ! “ “ There's not a moment I could wish that would exclude my darling [ Name ]. “  ‘ What If ‘ “ What if she never tortures me anymore ? “ “ How would I manage ? “ “ What if she never nails my tongue to the bathroom floor ? “ “ What if she walks away, leaving me a-ok ... ? “ “ Why would she be so cruel ? “  “ I could stab my arm myself. “ “ I could rip my tonsils out. “ “ I could set my hair aflame. “ “ I could spray my eyes with mace ... “ “ But face the fact, without her; It wouldn't be the same. “ “ [ Name ], what if there was this girl who met this person and they're gonna run away and live alone and eat apples ? “ “ What would you give her ? “ “ She's your sister. Be happy for her ! “ “ -- But what if she doesn't get rid of him ? What if all the good times are already behind me ? “ “ That's life, kid. You lose the thing you love. “ “ So she can torture me just like she always did ... “ “ 'Til then, I'm just a strange, fat kid. “ ‘ Full Disclosure & The Reprise ‘ “ This is the sacred chalice, from [ Family Name ] families past ! “ “ Here, in this sweet libation: salvation resides ! “ “ Feel the sweet sensation that revelation provides ... “ “ Full disclosure - It's a game that we play ! “ “ Let your darkest secrets give you away. “ “ Face your demons, and then happily say: ‘ I'm playing full disclosure ‘ ! “ “ It's a hell of a thing ! “ “ He loved his full disclosure ! “ “ You're probably thinking, what could a fat bald person of no specific sexuality know about love? But I, too, am in love. [ Name ] loves ! “ “ Close your sermon with a signature tune ! “ “ Now, with a dash of potion -- My sister blows her cool ! “ “ Hopefully in slow - motion: She'll drop; she'll drool ! “ “ What a moment of pride ! Now our eldest child can share what's inside -- Full disclosure, she's got nothing to hide ! “  “ Oooh, that's too dark, even for us ! “ “ Wow, that story was grim - we’re talking GRIM. “ “ Filled with fear and loathing up to the brim ! “   “ Just imagine being married to him -- ! “ “ You marry her, I'm cutting you off ! Not a single penny ! “  “ What a miserable game ! “ “ Play it once & life is never the same ! “  “ Someone started it; So someone's to blame ! “ ‘ Waiting ‘ “ A woman waits for marriage. “ “ A woman waits for children. “ “ --- And there's no o'clock to ease the pain ! “ “ ... Pain she can't explain ... “ “ As the woman waits in the dark; for a spark that once was there ... That isn't there, not ever there ! “ “ We wait to laugh. “ “ We wait to cry ! “ “ We wait for every hopeful breath ... “ “ Waiting for a lousy, rotting, vicious, rancid, fetid, frenzied, fatal death ! “ ‘ Just Around The Corner ‘  “ My daughter's getting married ? I can't believe it's true ! “  “ She doesn't ask her parents before she says ‘ I do ‘. “ " What about my husband ? Oblivious, naive ! “  “ This evening's getting serious: These Ohioans won't leave ! “  “ I can't let these latest problems rob me of my bliss ! “  “ For when I'm scared of true disaster, I remember this: Death is just around the corner ! “  “ One unplanned electrocution ? That's the kind of end that I can comprehend ! “  “ When I'm feeling uninspired, Or I need a little spree -- I'm reborn knowing death is just around the corner, coming after me ! “ “ Get it ? Coroner. Death is just around the ... coroner. “ “ Death is just around the corner: waiting high upon the hill ... Someone buried in an avalanche ? ”  “ That's the kind of gig I can really dig ! “  “ Marriage often disappoints you ... “ “ Not each husband is a gem ! “  “ --- But when death comes I hope it's gruesome ! “  “ Death is just around the corner; No one's ever been immune. “ “ I can face a new tomorrow -- If I make it past today ! “  " Death is just around the corner: ... and you have to heed the call ! “  " I’m happy being both the mourned and mourner because death is just around the corner: Coming for us all ! “ ‘ The Moon & Me ‘ “ When the daylight ends and the moon ascends ... I would rather be just the moon and me. “ “ When I feel her pull, then my heart is full & the night is softly, sweetly calling: ‘ [ Name ], look and see ‘ ! “ “ Though I'm told it's wrong when I sing my song ... “ “ How it can feel when love is real ... ! “  ‘ Happy/Sad ‘ “ Right and wrong, who's to say which we should refuse ? “ “ All we know, love survives either way we choose. “ “ Here you are at the edge, go ahead and fall ... don't resist, I insist. “ “ Love still conquers all ! “ “ It even conquered you, my little Attila. You're growing up. ”  “ I'm feeling happy, I'm feeling sad ... a little childish, a little Dad ... “ “ I think of all the days you've known & all the ways you've grown ... “ “ See you on your own, and then I'm feeling happy and sad again. “ “ I think I'm rested, but then I'm tired. Today requested, tomorrow fired ... “ “ -- And now a boy says he adores she who once was yours. How can I ignore such news ? “ “ I'm sad and happy, why should I choose ? “ “ Life is full of contradictions, every inch a mile. “ “ -- And the moment we start weeping, that's when we should smile. “ “ In every Heaven, you'll find some Hell. “ “ There's a welcome in each farewell. “ “ Life can be harsh, the future strict -- Oh, what they'll predict ! “  “ -- And the boy you've picked ? Not bad. “ “ So let's be happy, forever happy, completely happy ... and a tiny bit sad. “  ‘ Crazier Than You ‘ “ Once, I was hopeful; thought we were one. “ “ Life, less than perfect -- finally begun ! “  " Now I wonder are we undone ? “ “ I wanna treasure you in death as well as life ... I wanna cut you with my love & with my knife ... but can I live as your tormentor and your wife ?! “ “ I'm crazier than you and nothing up ‘til now has proved me wrong ! “  “ I'm crazier than you, that's just the overview, so get on board or simply move along ! “  “ I'm not impulsive. “ “ -- and yet I truly love you ! “ “ I'm not deranged ... “ “ I'd never ask that of you ! “ “ -- but in this moment - I feel I've changed ! “  “ I wanna climb Mt. Everest, go to Mozambique. “ “ I wanna be impulsive, want to be unique ... “ “ Can you believe I mean it when you hear me shriek: I'm crazier than you and now I'll prove to you exactly how ! “  “ I'm crazier than you, I'll do what you can do, from here on in I give my solemn vow ! “ “ Pluck the arrow from its quiver, hold it in your hand be brave ! “  “ Pierce the apple not the liver -- or we're dancing on my grave ! “  “ Place it in the bow and steady ... “ “ Can't you shoot that thing already ! “ “ I wanna demonstrate that fear is my ideal ! “  “ Girl, believe me -- fear is your ideal ! “ “ ‘Cause in the moment that you're frightened life is real ! “  “ In a flash I’ll release and seal the deal. “ “ Nothing hurts me when I hear you say: ‘ I'm crazier than you ‘ ! and that is all I need to face the day ! “ “ I'm crazier than you & live or die I'll let you have control ! “  “ I'm crazier than you: so, say you love me too ! “ “ From here on in you're singing to my soul ! “  ‘ Let’s Not Talk About Anything Else But Love & The Reprise ‘ “ Can we talk about anything else but love ? “  “ Love that launched a thousand ships ... “ “ Please! Let's talk about anything else but love ! “  “ Love that causes war and famine ... “ “ Can't we speak about real state, watergate, the seasonal fluctuation in the prime interest rate ?! “ “ Love of chocolate, you must love chocolate, everybody loves chocolate, say you do, say it ! “ “ Love is elation, like an oration, love speaks to us in tongues, natural as teething, simple as breathing air ... “ “ Love looks at us and sighs. “ “ That's all a pack of lies ! Love is a fiction like an affliction, love is an ancient curse ! Tossing contentment, causing resentment, fulfilment in reverse ! Love is a dismal thing ... ! “ “ Why should we fight, let's sing ! “  “ And you know the only thing better than singing ? Singing and dancing ! “  “ Let's not talk about anything else but love, worth repeating, let's not talk about anything else but love ... “ “ Life is fleeting and pleasures come, pleasures go, love can come and go in one throw ! “  ‘ Did I just hear the word love ? ‘ “ ... Of all the scams I'd ever heard, love's the one that's most absurd ! “  “ -- And look what good that’s done, not for me, not my son ! “ “ Be patient and soon the way will be clear, focus your fare, and troubles all will disappear ! “  “ It's hard for me to show you see, my mother didn't know you see ... “ “ I’m Afraid of a touch, I don't like it so much ! “ “ Hold on tight, say goodnight but don't dream of starting a fight ! “ “ Let's not talk about anything old. “ “ Please don't leave us out in the cold ! “ “ Shall we talk about beating hearts ? Body Parts ? ... Practicing the Conjugal arts ? “ “ Let's not talk about anything weird. “ “ I'm old, but I'm not dead ! “ ‘ In The Arms ‘ “ Something happened [ Name ]. Something weird and wonderful. “ “ I hear a music I have never heard before ... “ “ I feel the waves though I am nowhere near the shore ! “  “ I touched my secret longing. “ “ All embraced as I faced a world both warm and new ! “  " In the charms of a squid, I lost my inhibitions and found my love for you ! “  “ -- And in the arms of a squid, all tentacled and squishy -- rearranged, I was changed by something sort of fishy ... “ " At once, as I hugged a thousand cups of suction ... I found my love for you ! “  “ Who'd of guessed that I'd discover God cuddling with a two-ton cephalopod ! “ “ I was saved and born anew ! “ “ She saw your soul ! “ “ She took control ! “  “ ... and finally I can stomach sushi ! “ “ My love for you is endless. “ " I was dared, and I did. “  “ ... And I found my love for you ! “ ‘ Live Before We Die ‘  “ Let's live before die ... “ “ Lets laugh before we cry ! “  “ Let's hold each other tight & die ! “  “ Let's try before we fail - let's fly before we bail. “ “ Let's keep things black and white and dance ! “  “ The World, We See, can only be our friend if You & Me, keep dancing till the end ! “  “ Cant' we see eye to eye, and over simplify ? “ “ Let’s live before we die and dance ! “ “ You think your pretty charming, don't you ? “  “ You used to ... “  “ That was yesterday, so - what about tomorrow ? “ “ Oh my darling, don't ask for the stars, when we have this big love-struck moon ! “ “ I've never been inclined, to leave the past behind ... “  “ Let’s stay right where we are, and dance ! “  “ Its like a castanet ... we'll click with no regret ! “ “ The place were in, can never be what was ... “ “ Don't leave me high and dry ! “  “ Has anyone ever told you ? You move like a corpse ! “  “ Thank You ! I studied with [ Name ] ! “ “ If time keeps ticking by then maybe we should try to face it as a pair and dance ! “ “ Side by side, we’re gloomy as can be. “ ‘ Tango de Amour ‘ / ‘ Overture ‘ / ‘ Addams Family Theme Song ‘ * Instrumentals * ‘ Move Towards The Darkness ‘  “ Right and wrong, who's to say which we should refuse ? “ “ All we know is love survives either way we choose. “  “ Where, you ask, do we go when the world's not right ? “ “ You and I, we reply, someplace out of sight ... “ “ Move toward the darkness. “ “ Welcome the unknown ! “  “ Face your blackest demons & find your weakest bone ! “  “ Lost all your inhibitions & love what once was vile ... “ “ Move toward the darkness and smile ! “  “ Don't avoid despair: only at our weakest can we learn what's fair ! “  “ When you face your nightmares, then you'll know what's real. “ “ Moving toward the darkness; Finally conquering your pain. “ “ Let each foreign forest offer you its rain ... ”  “ Only at our lowest can we rise above. “ “ Are you unhappy, my darling ? “ “ Oh, yes, completely ! “