#music take me away

[multifacetedjem]

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

More random Nimona headcanons

Bal is one of those people who isn’t allergic to anything except one random medication that no one uses 

Ambrosius calls him a lucky bastard every time it’s brought up because he’s allergic to everything 

His allergy list is at least three pages long and he doesn’t remember a single thing on that list 

Whenever they go out to eat Bal has to remind him “No you can’t eat that it has olives” “Not that either love it’s got lemon” and so on 

Most of his allergic reactions are pretty tame so he’ll eat it anyway

And it gives Bal and Nimona so much fucking anxiety 

One time Bal walked in on Nimona chasing Ambrosius around the kitchen yelling “Spit out the carrots Nemesis you don’t even like them that much!!” 

Whenever he eats alone he refers to it as a game of Russian roulette 

Bal refers to it as the reason he has high blood pressure

Because Bal and Ambrosius grew up in the limelight (for very different reasons) there are a million pictures of them through the years 

And they use those videos to bully the hell out of each other 

Bal can quote the video from the beginning of the movie not because it was an important moment in his childhood 

But because Ambrosius will quote it at the most random times throughout the day

Bal will do something small like kill a bug or chase out an animal that Nimona brought in

And he’ll hear Ambrosius mumble “I’m here to slay monsters and protect our kingdom”

He was a little worried Nimona would react badly to this habit but he started joining in 

One time he killed a spider and Ambrosius asks “Are you slaying monsters moonbeam?” Nimona yells from the other room “I’m so proud of him he’s truly protecting our kingdom” 

There are a million photos of baby Ambrosius on the internet 

And Bal made a PowerPoint presentation ranking their cuteness factor out of 10 (100 was the lowest score he got and it was a picture of him with the ugliest bowl cut you’ve ever seen)

And made Ambrosius sit through it 

That was the most loved and mortified he had felt in a long time

Nimona uses low-quality pictures of them as reaction photos 

There have been times when Nimona asks “Can we eat out tonight” and Bal tells her no and she sends him this 

He’ll text back “Is that my fucking wanted poster?!” 

She asked Ambrosius if there was any ice cream left and he said no he expected her to call him and complain he didn’t expect this 

He calls her yelling “When the fuck did that happen?!” 

And she hangs up immediately to let Bal deal with it

[scattered-under-moonlight]

The "So much has changed but I'm the same, Yes I'm the same" to the "Then I'll become the Monster" pipeline is so brutal

[pokin-my-bones]

we all get sad sometimes

[beanghostprincess]

I need you to analyse all your ships with who’s “darling” and who’s “guess who’s back from the jail”

And who is “killer Queen” and who is “good old fashioned lover boy”

Idk if you say ships in general or OP (bc let's be honest, 90% of this acc is One Piece) so I'll do OP ships because I want to- And also I have too many ships so I'll just do my favs:

Sanuso: It could go both ways with the songs tbh. Pre-ts Sanuso? Sanji is Killer Queen and Usopp is Lover Boy. But post-ts? Sanji is Lover Boy and Usopp is Killer Queen. In this essay, I will-

Yamace: I feel the need to mention that Yamato would be Lover Boy BUT Ace would be Bohemian Rhapsody because I can't choose another song for him.

Kidkiller: Now I can't stop picturing Kidd going DARLIIING GUESS WHO'S BACK FROM JAIL and I'm losing it. This happened in Wano, actually.

Crocbug: Same thing I said before but Crocodile says it in a "DARLIIING (threateningly) GUESS WHO'S BACK FROM JAIL" mode and Buggy knows he's probably about to die idc about the original meme

Sabosan: Going insane with Sabo being Killer Queen and Sanji being Lover Boy. Only mentioned this bc I wanted an excuse to talk about Sabo.

Namivivi: Nami would actually record a video saying "Darling guess who's back from jail" for Vivi and Vivi would not stop fucking laughing on her way home listening to that

Shuggy: Buggy is Killer Queen and Shanks is Lover Boy, I think this is obvious. I adore them.

I wanted to mention Zolu but I can't think of any Queen songs for Zoro-- However, Crazy Little Thing Called Love is very them

I probably have more ships with these tropes but It's late and I want to go to sleep ngl--

[gelphiegifs]

When you hug your long-lost gf so hard you break your diamond necklace.

[foxgloveinspace]

People jumping ship cause of the new masks is very ahhhh. Telling. Tbh.

[erikahenningsen]

42 rejanis 💖

40. “Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

42. “I swear it was an accident.”

Janis never thought she'd receive a personal invitation to one of Gretchen Wieners's parties. She also never imagined that Gretchen would be dancing intimately with Kevin Ganatra at said party, but times have changed.

She spots Damian across the room, standing with Cady and Karen, who is telling a story that seemingly requires a lot of wild arm gestures, and starts to make her way through Gretchen's ridiculously large but still crowded living room.

Janis is halfway across the room when a lukewarm liquid splashes across her left side, soaking her shirt and the side of her face. The people around her jump away. She lets out what can only be described as a squawk and turns to see Regina, one hand holding an empty plastic cup and the other covering her mouth.

"What the fuck, Regina?" Janis growls.

"I'm so sorry," Regina says breathlessly. "I tripped."

"A likely story," Janis says, her shirt sticking to her uncomfortably, and she doesn't even want to know what her eyeliner must look like right now.

"No, I swear it was an accident," Regina says. She actually looks upset. "I'm sorry, really."

Janis deflates. Profuse apologies really aren't Regina's style if this was deliberate. "Okay, I believe you."

"Here." Regina starts to reach for Janis's hand, then stops abruptly. "Come upstairs. We can borrow a clean shirt from Gretchen. She won't mind."

Janis really doesn't want to spend the rest of her night feeling sticky and smelling like beer, so she follows Regina up the large staircase at the center of Gretchen's house.

Janis hasn't been in Gretchen's room in years, but it still looks relatively unchanged, the same canopied bed with its pink bedspread and enormous mirrored vanity. Regina starts digging through a drawer.

"No pink," Janis warns.

Regina pulls out a royal blue and yellow North Shore gymnastics t-shirt, and Janis remembers that Gretchen was on the team their freshman year and wonders why she quit.

"Go lions?" Regina asks, holding up the shirt, smiling a little.

"No thanks." Janis laughs a little.

"Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?” Regina asks, her expression a little playful. Janis can't remember the last time Regina looked at her like that.

"Shut up and give me a normal shirt," Janis says, but she smiles a little again so Regina knows she isn't mad.

Regina pulls out a black t-shirt with some kind of flower on the front. "Acceptable?"

"Sure, whatever." Janis catches the shirt when Regina tosses it to her and yanks her wet t-shirt over her head without a second thought.

It isn't until she finishes pulling the shirt down that she notices Regina staring at her. And... is she blushing?

"You good?" Janis asks.

Regina snaps out of... whatever that was. "Yep. Fine. Great." She gestures to the vanity. "Makeup wipes and the entirety of Sephora are over there if you want to fix your makeup," she says.

Then Regina practically runs out of the room leaving Janis to stare at the closed door, a little stunned.

[multifacetedjem]

[sondheim-girly]

Ok guys, it's time to give you all a list of what I call "my musicals" (in order of when I obsessed over them in some capacity):

Hamilton

In The Heights

Rent

Wicked

Beetlejuice

Hadestown

Dear Evan Hansen

Be More Chill

Heathers

Mean Girls

Matilda

Six

A Very Potter Musical

Les Miserables 

Legally Blonde

Newsies

Book of Mormon

The Prom

Bring It On

Waitress

Come From Away

The Lighting Thief

Chicago

Natasha, Pierre, and The Great Comet Of 1812

Anastasia

Little Shop Of Horrors

Phantom Of The Opera

Sweeney Todd

Spongebob (the musical)

Fun Home

The Hunchback Of Notre Dame

Into The Woods

Ride The Cyclone

Falsettos

Something Rotten

Sunday in the park with George

Parade

Shucked

The guy who didn’t like musicals

Company

Tick tick boom

Octet

Urinetown

Kinky boots

Merrily we roll along

Spring awakening

Moulin Rouge

Next to Normal

Catch Me if You Can

The Notebook

Gutenberg

[dontmixpaintinyourcoffee]

Hatchetfield introduced entities so beyond comprehension that we can only understand them enough to fear. Endless beings of alien form and cruel intention, that incite world wars with glee and torment select people with a sick favoritism. The world is a game of little consequence, treated with sadistic humor. Entities both ageless and foul so far beyond the human mind that the mere presence of them twists and corrupts the very core of your being.

And you know who the most terrifying characters to me are?

A dude in a full denim suit and some jackass who calls himself Boy Jerry. Incredible

(and also a bird that smokes weed)

[who-the-fuck-knows-blog]

cannot believe they gave me the most fucked up insane toxic compelling relationship that consumed the first two eps of s2 just to kill off one of the guys in it.

[braisedhoney]

some tragic love stories be like: if i could bottle the galaxy, i would pour it into a cup so it would be easier for you to drink. do you want them? do you want the stars? or do they suit you better as adornments for your eyes than glitter on your lips?

but they don’t want the stars. they don’t want the galaxy. but how can they not? is that not enough? (it’s too much, that’s the problem. it’s too much.)

[magicalmyths]

polites you are my sunshine

[123pixieaod]

Inspired by this godly post which unlocked a part of my brain I didn't know existed, and solidly gave me complete and utterly brainrot until I wrote something

A thousand thanks to Lily for her wonderful help :))

"Does Kelly not mind you spending all your time with me?" Daniel asks, because she's Daniel and once she's thought something she can't keep her fucking mouth shut, even if she knows it's trouble.

Max looks up, pausing his set of weights, and blinks at her. Daniel feels her cheeks warm. One day, that mouth of yours will run you straight into trouble, young lady, her mum used to tell her, voice firm. Good girls know when to keep quiet. Daniel used to just laugh at the warning. Her laugh is loud and the opposite of quiet, but she used to know that everyone always loved her laugh.

"No," Max says after a beat and then continues lifting. Daniel hates the way her gaze tracks over him, lingering on the movement of his muscles, the ease with which he lifts the weight. Tawny hair brushed out of his eyes, cheeks dusted warm from the exertion. "Of course not."

"Why of course not?" Daniel asks. She wants to sew her mouth shut. This time, Max didn't look over as he answers.

"Kelly's very secure, she's not like other girls. And besides, she knows you."

It's strange. When Daniel was seven and Michelle eleven, they'd gone rock pool fishing. Michelle had been crouched over a shallow pool of water, her finger delicately brushing the tentacles of the anemone. Daniel had been scaling the rocks, wanting steeper, taller, more.

She'd found the shark first, nestled high at between the rocks, and for a beat she hadn't known what she was looking at. Just details, but nothing collective. Rotting smell. Shrivelled holes where eyes should be. Scales of silver lightning. Rubbery fish picked clean. The flash of bone, pearl white.

Then she realised what she was staring at, and screamed. Her father held her while her mother scolded her. I told you not to go climbing! It's too dangerous, Daniel. Why can't you just be good like your sister and stay by the shallow pools?

And then, later, ice cream. Her dad, beside her, explaining the horror away.

It's just nature, Dani. The waves wash them up, and they get stuck there. They can't get back to the sea, and then the sun dries them out.

They drown on air, Michelle helpfully pointed out, her feet kicking happily as she licked her 99. Daniel just just nodded, ice cream untouched. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the sunken holes, the rotting flesh.

She hasn't thought about that moment for years, but suddenly it washes back over her. She feels simultaneously both. The child, staring at the carcass, frozen in shock. The shark, burning up in the sun, chocking on air.

"What does that mean?" She asks, and somehow her voice is normal, is fine. She's fine. She's not a girl or a shark. She's stupid and a fool and a gawky, ugly idiot, but she's fine.

Max manages to shrug, even with the 50kg weights. "You know. Just that Kelly knows you. She knows what you're like. And she knows me too, of course."

Daniel swallows. She nods. She hates everything about herself.

"That's sexist," she forces herself to say lightly because if the silence stretches anymore, Max might notice and set his weights down and look at her, and Daniel can't bear that. She doesn't want his eyes on her, taking in every blemish and imperfection. The boyish, ratty clothes she works out in and her curls gone frizzy with sweat and her inked skin, so different to Max and Kelly's pale, perfect complexions.

"What's sexist?"

"Saying she's not like other girls," Daniel tells him, setting down the weights she been doing. Instead, she goes to grab the skipping rope, just for something to do.

Max laughs. Daniel's glad she's turned away. Her cheeks are burning again.

"It's the truth. You, of course, Daniel, are not like other girls either." He says it lightly and ends with a chuckle, as if it's all just a joke. Daniel drags a sweaty hand over her cheeks. Burning, burning, burning.

Apparently, in Max's mind, she and Kelly are the same; both not like other girls. Kelly, with her faultless makeup and wonderful daughter and classy dresses and perfect feminity. One end of the scale. Daniel, the other. Barely even considered "a girl." Always one of the boys, only woman in f1 for a reason.

"Thanks," Daniel says. She wants to make it sound humorous, like she's in on the joke too. Instead, it's too cold; muttered as if she actually gave two shits about the conversation anyway. She has an F1 season to prepare for, she's too busy to care about stupid shit like this.

There's a beat of silence as Daniel stretches out the rope, feeling the plastic flex and give. Then, Max exhaling, the gentle bump of his weights against the floor, the workout bench shifting as his centre of gravity changes. Daniel keeps her back to him, ignoring it all.

"I did not mean it as insult," Max finally says, stubborn. Daniel forces a laugh, turning to give him a smile, all teeth.

"Of course not Maxy. I get that." Voice light and blithe. One of the boys.

She thinks he'll drop it, but instead, his frown only grows. Pinched brows, thin lips, cheeks growing blotchy. Blue eyes regard her, intense and unyielding. She burns from the inside out.

"I've upset you," he says, in that blunt, genuine way only he can do. Daniel barks out another laugh.

"Don't be stupid. You're not important enough to ever be able to get under my skin." She gives him another smile with only teeth. She feels insane. Her mother tells her good girls stay quiet.

"I'm sorry," he tries again, growing frustrated now, "I did not mean -"

"I told you, you didn't upset me," she drops the skipping rope without actually using it. "Anyway, I'm bored. Wanna get lunch now? Or are you still trying to pump those muscle with more testosterone?"

Max gives her one last, searching look before standing. They're almost the same height. She wants to shrink to nothing.

"That is not how testosterone works, Daniel," he says with the air of an overworked teacher. He looks at her with a smile, uncertain but genuine. She laughs, allowing him to move the conversation on.

She walks out of the gym first but holds the door for him. He grins, relieved. His fingers skim hers as he takes it and she lets go. A chill runs through her. Cold like scales, cold like ice cream untouched.

Follow up here!

[fatehbaz]

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