#my heart is like a stallion; they love it more when its broken

[moldytaxidermy]

Pete's outfit details from

Fall Out Boy - So Much (For) Stardust starring Jimmy Butler (Official Video)

[perkaggedon]

asstrovations 😏pt 4

clickity clack the bad bitch is back!

i don’t think ima do observations that much anymore 😵‍💫my brain is literally fried from the first two cuz i had so much but now it’s all gone y’all! it’s gonna be an every now and then thingy now! it’s neva a goodbye, always a see u later!

sag in ur big 3 almost always indicate ur involved in a religion, come from a religious background, or are fascinated by religion/spirituality

water x fire dom people are emotionally charged assholes

aquarius in someone’s big 3 make them so memorable in the best and worst way possible!

i CONSTANTLY see air signs in relationships but they never last👁👁

water n air signs can be so delusional whenever it comes to relationships

having scorpio in ur big 3/being scorpio dom DOOOOOOOO INDEEED INDICATE BEING OBSESSED!

a lot of pisces ik are very open abt their knowledge if that makes sense

do not be fooled and think water signs are the ONLYYYUYY emotional signs(everybody’s emotional duh) bc aquarius, geminis, and aries have the worst emotional stance and mood swings

taurus women always seem to embody their element

there’s this stereotype abt aries mars being headstrong and going for wtv they want and is somewhat true

i sound like a broken record when i say this, but earth doms and suns are judgy in very very weird ways

virgo and taurus suns can b such hot heads

outta all the placements, gemini placements are REALLY hard to make open up(ESPECIALLY W EARTH PLACEMENTS)

air signs r always getting ridiculed for shit(RIGHTFULLY SO)

aquarius in an unusual placement in a chart (SUCH AS THE 4TH HOUSE :D) always has some form of traumatic shit attached to it like goddamn SHOUTSOUT TO MY AQUARIUS RISING GYALS!!

the anatomy of sharing placements w ur family is weird(n very true) the child that holds similar placements to their parents pick up their parents habits HEAVY

cancers and aquarius’ can have one thing in common: BEING ANNOYING!!!! :D

i may talk the biggest shit abt Virgos but they can pull bitches don’t lie!!! they have this altogether, smart look on them and it gets the people going

pisces will always give u something to talk abt (take that how u want)

idk if it’s just me but ppl w mega fire(leo) placements LOVE to look like they’re having fun and being loud

(4 me) i think having neptune aspecting ur ascendant and/or mercury gives u a problem w speaking or ur voice whether u don’t like talking or ur voice or overthink something about ur voice/talking

i have both aspects and this is a very frequent issue i have this differs for errbody so yeah!!!!

people w fire(sag more or so) placements have my heart! they love to have FUN nevermind anything!!

having ur mercury/sun and saturn in the same sign is yin and yang at its best

pisces have SUCH PRETTY VOICESSSS!! whether it’s singing or just in general their voice is like music to my ears

u made it to tha end ho!!! congrats!!

[sodiumvaporss]

some rambling abt misc lyrics that i associate for the raven cycle

under the cut as always because these get long

song: blue eyes like the devil's water - mccafferty

ronan and adam / ronan and the gangsey!!! this is just them to me okay. ronan "youre always the car crash" lynch "i was always the problem"

song: dublin crow - butch walker

the whole song is ronan coded to me okay but esp this part

song: tell me lover do you love me - mccafferty (guys ok i listen to a lot of mccafferty djzl)

"fire in my heart, fire in my soul" ronan leaving with bryde during cdth / mr impossible!!

jut. ronans sheer amount of self hate,,, "you cut yourself to represent the people that youve hurt" the night horrors, which hate (and hurt him), which are really just himself, hating and hurting himself.

"if i take all of these pills maybe i could leave this world" the sleeping pills for dreaming!!

song: jet pack blues - fall out boy

jordeclan vibes to me okay

song: alone together - fall out boy

ALSO RONAN LYNCH. OKAY LISTEN A LOT OF MY SONGS ARE KIND OF DARK AND DEPRESSING, WHICH IS ALSO A LOT LIKE RONAN,

"my heart is like a stallion, they love it more when its broken" his friends n family trying to almost "cage" him in a way where hed never be content because its a little box and he is a dreamer who is "not made for this world" or whatever bryde says!!! and the rest is kind of abt mr impossible and running away with bryde!!

song: tongues and teeth - the crane wives (<- linked)

the entire thing is ronan / hennessy coded okay djsfklzf

[lovesongbracket]

Reminder: Vote based on the song, not the artist or specific recording! The tracks referenced are the original artist, aside from a few rare cases where a cover is the most widely known.

Lyrics, videos, info, and notable covers under the cut. (Spotify playlist available in pinned post)

Alone Together

Written By: Andy Hurley, Joe Trohman, Patrick Stump & Pete Wentz

Artist: Fall Out Boy

Released: 2013

This song is about a relationship that may or may not have been supposed to happen. The two appear to be different but are actually quite the same. Notice the juxtaposition in the title of the phrase being ‘alone together’ so, in fact, the two are not alone. Pete has been known to mention in concert how no matter how lonely we get, music will always be there for us. “Alone Together” was released as the band’s third overall single from Save Rock and Roll and was later certified platinum by the RIAA.

[Chorus 1] I don't know where you're going But do you got room for one more troubled soul? I don't know where I'm going But I don't think I'm coming home And I said, "I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead" This is the road to ruin and we're starting at the end [Chorus 2] Say, yeah, (yeah!) let's be alone together (yeah!) We could stay young forever (yeah!) Scream it from the top of your lungs (yeah!) Say, yeah, (yeah!) let's be alone together (yeah!) We can stay young forever (yeah!) We'll stay young, young, young, young, young Uh, uh, uh, uh-oh, uh, uh, uh, uh-oh Uh, uh, uh, uh-oh, uh, uh, uh, uh-oh [Verse 1] Cut me off, I lost my track, it's not my fault, I'm a maniac It's not funny anymore, no it's not My heart is like a stallion, they love it more when it's broken Do you wanna feel beautiful, do you wanna, yeah [Pre-Chorus] I'm outside the door, invite me in So we can go back and play pretend I'm on deck, I'm up next Tonight I'm high as a private jet, cause [Chorus 1] I don't know where you're going But do you got room for one more troubled soul? I don't know where I'm going But I don't think I'm coming home And I said, "I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead" This is the road to ruin and we're starting at the end [Chorus 2] Say, yeah, (yeah!) let's be alone together (yeah!) We could stay young forever (yeah!) Scream it from the top of your lungs (yeah!) Say, yeah, (yeah!) let's be alone together (yeah!) We can stay young forever (yeah!) We'll stay young, young, young, young, young Uh, uh, uh, uh-oh, uh, uh, uh, uh-oh Uh, uh, uh, uh-oh, uh, uh, uh, uh-oh [Bridge] My heart is like a stallion, they love it more when it's broken Do you wanna feel beautiful, do you wanna, yeah [Pre-Chorus] I'm outside the door, invite me in So we can go back and play pretend I'm on deck, I'm up next Tonight I'm high as a private jet, yeah [Chorus 2] (Yeah!) Let's be alone together (yeah!) We could stay young forever (yeah!) Scream it from the top of your lungs Say, yeah, (yeah!) let's be alone together (yeah) We could stay young forever (yeah!) We'll stay young-yo-yo-young, I-I- [Chorus 1] I don't know where you're going But do you got room for one more troubled soul? I don't know where I'm going But I don't think I'm coming home And I said, "I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead" This is the road to ruin and we're starting at the end

God Only Knows

Written By: Brian Wilson & Tony Asher

Artist: The Beach Boys

Released: 1966

“God Only Knows” is a song by American rock band The Beach Boys. It is the eighth track on the group’s 11th studio album, Pet Sounds, and one of their most widely recognized songs. “God Only Knows” was composed and produced by Brian Wilson. Tony Asher helped Brian with the lyrics. Carl Wilson sang lead, and Bruce Johnston sang harmony vocals with Brian in the outro. The song broke new ground in many ways. It was one of the first commercial songs to use the word ‘God’ in its title. As producer, Brian Wilson used many unorthodox instruments, including the harpsichord and French horns that are heard in the song’s famous introduction. Although The Beatles engaged in a friendly rivalry with the Beach Boys based on mutual respect, Paul McCartney called this song the best song ever written.

[Verse 1: Carl Wilson] I may not always love you But long as there are stars above you You never need to doubt it I'll make you so sure about it [Refrain: Carl Wilson] God only knows what I'd be without you [Verse 2: Carl Wilson] If you should ever leave me Well, life would still go on, believe me The world could show nothing to me So what good would living do me? [Refrain: Carl Wilson] God only knows what I'd be without you [Interlude: Carl Wilson, Brian Wilson, and Bruce Johnston] Ooh, ooh Do, do, do, do, do, do, do Bow, buh-bow, buh-bow, buh-bow (Do, do, do, do) Buh-bow, buh-bow, buh-bow (Do, do, do, do, do, do) Buh-bow, buh-bow, buh-bow, buh-bow (Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do) [Refrain: Carl Wilson] God only knows what I'd be without you [Verse 3: Carl Wilson] If you should ever leave me Well, life would still go on, believe me The world could show nothing to me So what good would living do me? [Chorus: Carl Wilson] God only knows what I'd be without you [Outro: Carl Wilson with Brian Wilson and Bruce Johnston] God only knows what I'd be without you God only knows what I'd be without you God only knows what I'd be without you (What I'd be) God only knows what I'd be without you (God only knows) God only knows what I'd be without you (What I'd be) God only knows what I'd be without you (God only knows) God only knows what I'd be without you (What I'd be) God only knows what I'd be without you (God only knows) God only knows what I'd be without you (What I'd be) God only knows what I'd be without you (God only knows) God only knows what I'd be without you (What I'd be) God only knows what I'd be without you (God only knows)

[windypuddle]

ive been listening to fall out boy for around four years and i only realized in like... the last week.... that the line in alone together says "my heart is like a STALLION, they love it more when its broken" and not that his heart is like. an alien. or a radio or something.

[bulletsgirl]

my heart is like a stallion they love it more when its broken

[awsugar]

hiiiiiii

hiiii!

alone together; fall out boy

my heart is like a stallion, they love it more when its broken

send 'hi' for a shuffled song and my favorite lyric

[agentnico]

She-Hulk: Attorney at Law - Season 1 (2022) Review

Another day, another Marvel show. Here goes nothing...

Plot: Jennifer Walters has a complicated life as a single, 30-something attorney who also happens to be a green 6-foot-7-inch superpowered hulk.

On paper the concept of a lawyer/sitcom show where in every episode Walters/She-Hulk defends another superhero/villain in court sounded quite enticing. However the final product result isn’t one that I can say had succeeded in that regard. The few episodes that did have the courtroom element weren’t as engaging or crazy as one had hoped, and the sitcom aspect, about that. It’s a broken record saying that comedy is subjective. So of course it is just my opinion, but the comedy in this show was, well, unfunny? Was that just me? Am I the only one that doesn’t see the humour behind She-Hulk and popstar Megan Thee Stallion twerking next to one another? And that’s my issue with the show as a whole. It tries so hard to be funny, and boy does it try, but hardly ever did the comedy land for me. Again, nothing against the writers or showrunners here, and again this is my sole opinion, but the writing and dialogue in this show felt really subpar. And even visually looks like it is a low budget project with low quality assurance efforts put in. Evidently this is the result of a studio that nowadays makes a gazillion movies and Disney+ shows per year and as such its difficult to keep up that quality momentum compared to when they used to only make two maybe three films annually. And it shows.

She-Hulk isn’t without its merit though. Tatiana Maslany tries her best to keep the upbeat charm of the titular character going, and recurring appearances by Tim Roth’s Abomination and Benedict Wong’s Wong (hehe, Wong’s Wong, now THAT’s funny!) offer a few amusing moments. But it really isn’t till the last few episodes when the return of a certain blind superhero last seen in a Netflix show, where we actually get some real chunks of good fun. Yes, I speak of Charlie Cox having his comeback as Matt Murdock AKA Daredevil and my gosh is he sensational! He’s funny, he’s badass, he’s epic... Yes, this version of him is more light-hearted than the darker toned original Netflix show, but Cox portrays the character with such charm and charisma that it is hard not to enjoy his every single moment. Oh, and the final episode of the season goes for a very surprising meta direction that may shock even Deadpool fans, as this was a fourth wall break on another level. It was an interesting and entertaining gimmick, however not one that saves the show as a whole from being very meh. 

She-Hulk had a concept that showed a lot of potential, but unfortunately is hindered by weak writing and an evidently cheap budget feel. And this comes from a studio that’s one of the most richest in the biz. With this and Thor: Love & Thunder Marvel has really dropped the ball on their comedic properties, so here’s hoping the upcoming Black Panther: Wakanda Forever may actually bring more dramatic heft and purpose to this currently lost cinematic universe.

Overall score: 3/10

[lycanthology]

HOW could i forget. my heart is like a stallion they love it more when its broken

[moldytaxidermy]

Jimmy's outfit details from

Fall Out Boy - So Much (For) Stardust starring Jimmy Butler (Official Video)

[mypoetrysblog]

Am watching our youngest boy horse Seahorse he is 15 months old he has been over three mares already, both boys are public stud but am selective, it's not the money it's for the love of breeding fine horses, ah won't breed Fox hunters it's no life for hoss or dog that's how we say it horses are hosses in my Northumbrian accent am a Geordie born and bred on Tyneside ah have come far in life, ah was born in poverty that poor the church mice used to give us money, am never going back to being hungry again, or seven kids to a bed with top coats fer blankets, my wife she is the great granddaughter of a Duke and Gloucester born, ah hit above my weight with Edi, the first time ah saw her i fell in love, it's a pity though she was unhappily married at the time, ah stole her and her heart and soul ah gave her them back with mine to look after, we are married now i adore her she is my best friend and lover lastly my wife, the other two mean more to me in truth, ah but Seahorse he is in school they are taught not to shy off when an old bag got lookse in the wind, we do this by putting a bag on a stick

and rattling it in there faces when he stops moving he is done, they got to be taught these two are Emma that's Seahorses mum and her sister Janey she is Star's mum we kept there foals and we have another boy Lad he is Star's dad they are Irish Draught Hunters and Seahorse is from artificial insemination by our vet his father is a full Arab over hunter mare Seahorse is smaller and the prettiest Stallion in the north of England and i breed him and Lad out but only if the mare is pretty to my eye, you see Seahorses dad wouldn't reach Emma that's why his sperm was taken on the spot and put into a big syringe of the Arab Stallion to make a Seahorse that's his name my grandchild Anna said he was very ugly born and looked like a Seahorsey to her, we left the name he ain't ugly now though and lively like a fire he is and you can ride him out we are finishing off his schooling he hardly moves now at first he was frightened its the noise of the bag and you got to school them with kind ah don't break or need broken horses they are not for us or the way we do things here its a long slow process with soft hands and a softer voice and i and my wife school them and the grandkids they help they have ponies but my oldest two grandkids ride out on our Hunters i ride the two boys

sometimes my wife does but mainly me and Edi rides the two mares in the photo Emma & Janey that's them being nosey watching hikers go past

[souryogurt64]

Sarah I’m sick and listening to folie on repeat and I just wanna know your analysis on disloyal order of water buffaloes

a lot of people say folie a deux breaks the pattern of every preh fall out boy album starting with ambient sound but that is NOT true. disloyal order of water buffaloes starts with the sound of a pool cue hitting a ball. its much more subtle than the ambient sound of all the other albums but its there and sets the tone of the album sounding like a drunk guy alone at a bar pouring out his problems.

the buzz buzz buzz is probably referring to pills based off how pete talks about the effects in his book, but also probably the endless press

pete has been officially arrested at least once but a lot of groupies told me the cops got involved a few times at least, additionally anybody whos been taken to the psych ward knows if you arent legit dying they send you in a cop car. (put him in the back of a squad car…) in the book after he takes too many pills he signs a paper saying he isnt suicidal so they let him go (hey doctor im certifiable). butterfly bandage is a bandage thats used for deeper cuts, so wrist slitting or maybe punching out a window or mirror as pete likes to do

“perfect boys with their perfect lives nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy” is interesting imo because theres more fob songs bitching about how people only want depressed music (im sick of writing songs for you to slit your wrists to, my heart is like a stallion they love it more when its broken)

half doomed semi sweet people say is peterick so much idk if one of them said that or someone just made that up like the twin skeletons roof thing . loose bolt has a lot of other parallels like “i became such a strange shape from trying to fit in” in wilson

the little girl caught me staring odd telescopic camera nod line has never made a lot of sense to me but always reminded me of the part in his book where he has an F out at the mall and thinks the little kid is god so hes staring, theres also him having his house searched for cameras.

the lot lizard part is a reference to strippers and in the book he lies to a stripper saying he has a dead ex wife to scare her.

yea thats all i got

[randombubblegum]

the funny thing to me is i got into parx right around when numb was released so i took a lot of it at face value, like this idea that the fans only like the super angsty depressing songs but thats not even close to true?? entertainment is like the darling of this fandom and the whole thing is one painfully earnest love letter (like! soo earnest that it hurts to look at it directly knowing how it ended!) i really hope he realizes soon that we like him the most when he’s genuine, not when he’s putting on a front to seem cool and above it all

YES YES YES!!! literally ur so right 100%……. entertainment is beloved to all of us and its so much more tragic for what happened but like… it already has all those lyrics about how he knew the relationship was awful mixed in w all the lyrics where hes painfully in love bc he already Knew…. its such a good album the fans generally love it.

idk why hes got this narrative of “oh the fans only like me when im sad” like i mean. all ur music is? sad?? its all been abt ur tumultuous relationships its not like we WANT you to be sad??? we also dont care abt u writing abt ur twitter clout and ur “drake problems” but those are not like mutually exclusive………… just admit you tried to write the line “my heart is like a stallion they love it more when its broken” and did it worse its okay

[nad-zeta]

Arthur - Drive from hell

Fandom: Ikevamp

Pairings: Arthur x Reader

Genre: Fluffffff

Words: 1600

Warning: Learning to drive.... so yeah

Comments: Eeeeep, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TANIIIII! Hope you have the best day! //dances around ❤❤ ❤Sending ya alll the hugs and yummo birthday cake! 😳🥺! 🥺😳❤🌈 @nuttytani

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“You ready, duckling?” Arthur asked, full of beans, climbing from the driver’s seat and doing a light lil ol jogging around the car to open the passenger door for you.

Today was the day! You were now officially legal, and Arthur had taken it upon himself to teach you how to drive. To say you were nervous would be a gross understatement— you had barely, BARELY even passed your learners exam, and now here you were, about to be sat behind the wheel of arguably your greatest challenge yet, a 4x4 Hilux, a beast of a car in its own right.

You had already started regretting your life decisions when Arthur had to give you a hand up to get into the big beast of a car, never mind barely being tall enough to see over the steering wheel.

“Safety first, Luv,” he grinned from the passenger seat, reaching across you to help secure your seatbelt as you acclimated yourself to the change in position. How strange it was to be sitting on the other side, peddles below, massive wheel in front. And not to mention all the switches and buttons— so many little things that you had no idea what they were for or how they worked— and yet all so tempting to press and try out.

You looked over at Arthur, anxiety only growing as you had no idea where to even begin. “Alrighty, let’s get this show on the road,” he clapped his hands together, smiling broadly as he put on a pair of blue polka dot sunglasses.

Truly this man had far too much faith in you.

“Arthur, are you sure about this?” you asked one final time before placing your one foot on the clutch while the other pushed the brake—you know, just in case.

“Of course, what kind of rotten boyfriend would I be if I couldn’t even teach my lovely lady how to drive, now first things first, the safety checklist.”

He held up his gloved hand, counting off all the points to remember when driving, “Number one, make sure the car is in neutral before starting it. Number two, keep your foot on the clutch. Number three, turn the ignition all the way, and once you are ready to rumble, release the handbrake and slowly lift your foot from the clutch as you step on the gas. Got it?”

You nodded, half the instructions going completely over your head— you got this, you got this, you kept repeating to yourself like a mantra.

Your shaky hands reached for the keys, turning them until the car roared to life.

“I did it! I DID IT! Loook Arthur, look! I switched the car on!” you exclaimed, smiling brightly at Arthur, who clapped his hands together in praise.

Next, you slowly release the clutch forgetting all about the petrol and hand brake, causing the car to lurch forward and stall. You let go of a high pitched squeak, eyes going wide and knuckles turning white from gripping the steering wheel.

Clam as ever, Arthur patted you on the head, “Ah, it’s alright, Luv, see nothing to be afraid of; you simply forgot to step on the gas.”

It appeared as though Arthur had nerves of steel talking you through every instruction, patiently teaching you, and frankly, it wasn’t before long; you actually got the car moving. More than moving even, you were DRIVING!, no jerky movements, just girl vs the open road! Oh, the freedom and sense of independence were exhilarating, even at 20km per hour.

Meanwhile, Arthur was having a very different experience from the passenger seat.

Oh Lord Arthur was thankful he had taken you out to an abandoned field to learn how to drive, even more, grateful that you were driving an off-roader and not Vincent’s old fashioned bright yellow beetle, cause heaven knows death would be knocking otherwise.

Yes, despite his calm facade, he was desperately gripping the fear handle— an appropriate name, really, for what he felt in this moment was truly fear. “B-bird d-don’t you think you should slow down a little,” he stammered out; any chance of composure had been long gone as you drove at top speed (40km/h) across the planes of the field, launching the car into the air as you drove over yet another tiny hill.

“By Thunder, please, I beseech thee if there is a god I promise to live a wholesome life from this point onwards, please just spare meeee- ahhh,” he implored, sunglasses now halfway down his nose, revealing his wide shot eyes.

You drove without a care in the world, thoroughly enjoying the whole experience of driving over the small rolling hills. You rolled your eyes, one hand on the steering wheel, the other one giving Arthur’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “Come on, Arthur, don’t be so dramatic, ooooh look another dip, hold on tight,” you quickly announced with a delighted squeal navigating the terrain like a self-proclaimed pro.

The car rattled and jerked,” F-f-f-udge,” Arthur yelled out, hand shooting forward to the glove box to steady himself and prepare for the impact.

“Whoooooohooo! This is great! Who knew driving could be this fun,” you exclaimed full of joy, eyes sparkling as you spotted the next mountain to go up and conquer.

Arthur’s panicked eyes followed your line of sight, and it certainly didn’t take a genius to know what you had planned. “My love, my darling, my heart and soul, for all that is good and holy, please I beg of you, please PLEASE STOP THE CAR”, he pleaded and prayed. It was not his birthday, but hells, he was making a birthday wish on your behalf—the wish to see another day.

You looked over at Arthur once more, and upon seeing the distress crossing his feature, you cut your bundu bashing adventure short. Although realization quickly dawned upon you, spending all this time driving across the mountainside, you had not really mastered the art of coming to a smooth stop. So, you did what any new learner would do when someone demands the vehicle to a standstill. Thrust both your feet forward at the same time and pull at the emergency brake.

Arthur launched forward as the car came to a screeching halt, dust being kicked up and settling around the car— the perfect execution of an emergency stop, you mused.

Heart hammering in his ears, Arthur let go of broken laughter, hands feeling himself in disbelief, “I’m alive? I’M ALIVE! GOD, I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE.”

You rolled your eyes, looking over at him, completely unimpressed, “ohhh, come on, it was not that bad? Was it?”

“I think I might just need a change of underwear after that ‘thrilling experience’,” he exaggerated, throwing the car door open and dramatically flopping onto the ground.

Why he was so happy, he almost kissed the ground. He looked at you from his place on the dirt, “I am going to need a stiff drink. Blimey bird, that was nerve-wracking.”

You turned the car off, hopping from your seat and slinking up to Arthur to offer him a hand up, mischief glowing in your eyes, “I mean, but did you die tho?”

With a shake of the head and another thankful chuckle emanating from his chest, he placed his hand in yours, “And who taught you to be this cheeky, honestly Luv.”

Climbing into the driver seat, Arthur adjusted the mirrors and started the car, his usually charming grin once more gracing to his features. “Shall I show you how it is done,” he bragged, full of confidence, happy to be back in control of the mechanic stallion.

He started the car; however, as the saying goes, ‘pride before the fall’, he failed to give enough gas and stalled the vehicle upon pulling away.

‘Shit’, he thought, sparing you a sheepish glance only for you to burst out into full-blown laughter. “You are going to show me what now; perhaps I should be the one to teach you,” you smacked your knee snorting out.

Arthur pouted, a shade of pink coming to rest upon his cheeks in embarrassment. But before he could even answer, an unimpressed grunt could be heard coming from the back seat, “That’s it, both of you out! NOW!”

Two pairs of eyes snapped back to the source of the voice only to lock onto a very, VERY traumatized and unimpressed looking dutch. He stomped out of the car before dragging Arthur from the driver’s seat.

“That is the last time I EVER let either of you near my car,’ he scowled angrily, turning the ignition and putting the car into gear.

“Hmpf can’t believe I fell for the ‘let’s go and get some birthday pancakes’ trick,” he grumbled under his voice, making his way back to the main road.

“Why old goat, that is an excellent idea!” Arthur chimed in from the backseat, starting a chant that would inevitably lead to getting what he wanted.

You joined in, of course, chanting happily with an equally broad smile littered on your face, “birthday pancakes, birthday pancakes, birthday pancakes.”

With a scoff of irritation, Theo was helpless but to go along with the whims of the day; after all, he did love pancakes, and after that traumatizing experience, he would need some sugar to cleanse his soul.

“Hmpf fine, but only because it is this one’s birthday,” he finally barked out with a roll of the eyes, yet an unmissable smirk of excitement making its way onto his lips.

[riddlecrux]

Historical AU

Day 7 of Elriel Month!

Summary: Blue and violet material rustled as she stared at three stars and three mountain peaks which sparkled in the daylight. The place that called her home. Velaris knights galloped through the forest with grace and dignity. At the front of the formation, she spotted him. Note: This is a snippet of my upcoming multi chapter Medieval AU Elriel fanfic!

There was talk in the town.

A gossip about one particular knight was spreading among ladies like a wildfire, fast and unforgiving. Whenever she went out, for a trip to the market or tailor, the words were often hushed and clipped. As if saying them outright and loud would bring the said person stumbling through the door - unannounced and feared. It was as if a shadow of a knight lived among the elites, constantly watching their lips, ready to strike from the darkest parts of the room. She had thought that gossiping was a rather boring thing to do, especially during the daytime - she much preferred spending her free time gardening and walking through the nearby forest.

The solitude she yearned for was always waiting for her, embracing her in silence and wisps of spring wind. A book under her arm, the hem of her skirt tucked between her fingers as she moved through the green maze with a blush covering her pale skin. It was something completely different from the small, claustrophobic ballrooms filled with perfumed guests and men trying to catch themselves a woman, a wife, a person that they were going to tame. A woman, later barely a doll. Empty shell filled with her husband's desires, placid and neat. Never free, never wild - an object that men love to present as a trophy.

Elain huffed, long steps halting as golden brown tresses slipped from her modest braid - her blue dress wrinkled and dirty, the mud sprinkled even her undergarments as she maneuvered through the forest road. She glanced behind her, a nervous tick, and with a soft frown on her forehead, she leaned against the rough tree. Few flowers slipped from her hand as she closed her eyes, breathing the scent of nature which coaxed her troubled mind.

She knew that the day would come, sooner or later - she prayed that her resolve and kindness would prevent her from marriage without love but naive as she was she knew that it was only a matter of time before her mother chose her a fiancé. Preferably rich one, from a distinguished family with a house close to the city market and church. Those arguments were vain and so ill-matched in Elain's opinion. She didn't care for money; she wanted to be loved. More than anything else she wanted to be chosen because of her personality - not too extravagant, timid, and simple as her father once said. Nesta always had a spark in her, steel that made men tremble before her, a woman made for a king or a duke. Her older sister was always the example of everything Elain wasn't, yet the day before Nesta's arranged marriage it was her older, wiser, dutiful sister that ran away - leaving a letter in which she chose love over duty.

I do not wish to be shackled by a man that does not deserve me. Women are much more than cattle you breed to sell. I part with a heavy heart, not because of my decision but because of the future of my sisters.

Elain had read the letter thousands of times, tracing letters with her fingers - remembering Nesta's coldness and silent form of love. She envied her older sister. If she was more courageous, less soft she would, perhaps, repeat her sister's steps.

Sighing through her parted lips her head hit the tree behind her. I do not wish to be shackled by a man that does not deserve me. She murmured under her breath like a prayer staring at the empty road that led to her little town. Gripping the old book by its edges Elain willed herself to pray. Pray that the man her mother had chosen would not like her. Pray that her resolve would show her the correct way, an answer to her broken promise. Pray that…

Her eyes opened at the sound of horses coming down the road. Glancing behind her cover she saw four riders, all dressed in black robes - all of them being knights. Her grip on the branch tightened as her mouth parted once again at the sight of a very well-known flag that was flowing in the air behind them. Blue and violet material rustled as she stared at three stars and three mountain peaks which sparkled in the daylight. The place that called her home. Velaris knights galloped through the forest with grace and dignity. At the front of the formation, she spotted him.

A knight dressed in black armor, iron spikes coming from his shoulder pads, and even sharper ones adorning his helmet. His gauntlets tightly clenched around his horse’s harness, dark and utterly beautiful. The breastplate was wide and devoid of any ornaments safe for three stars on each side of his armor. On his left side an extraordinary sword. Its majestic hilt covered in small, blue gems which were reflecting sunshine as he moved on the massive, gorgeous stallion. It was her gasp that made him snap his neck in her direction - she quickly scrambled and hid behind the tree wishing that he hadn't seen her. As the sounds of hooves started to ease with their every step, Elain slowly crept from her hiding position. Her heart beating so loud that the bird sitting on one of the branches fled from its resting spot.

The talk of the town - The Scarred Knight, came just in time for the tournament.

*

3 YEARS EARLIER

The summer was hot and stuffy.

Elain shot a quick glance behind her shoulder as she ran through the crowded streets of the town. She could hear Lucien's screams and his brothers’ laughter, however, she didn't stop. Her feet adorned with leather booties moved even faster, as long as she lost the gingers she would be safe. She turned right, stumbled because of the moving wagon, and sprinted towards cathedral alley - people were staggering when she turned in another street, her hair falling from her up-do in waves of molten gold. The freedom in her lungs was addictive. She felt like a bird, freed from its beautiful cage that it was trapped in for its whole life.

Her feet hit the muddy ground as she scanned moving peasants and with a resolution on her delicate features, she whirled around and ran straight towards the training grounds. One step, two steps...

She gasped when she collided with a solid body, her feet getting caught in the lace of her dress, making her fall on her backside with a loud thud. Her forehead was hurting and she could swear that the world around her wavered as she finally decided to glance at the reason for her fall. It was a knight, a tall and very deadly one. His violet eyes scanned her for injuries and with a slow sigh, he presented her a gloved hand.

"My lady," his sensual voice rang in her ears as she gracefully - at least she hoped so, gripped his fingers and stood up. Her beige dress was dirty and ruffled at its edges. Her mother would have scolded her till her calves were raw from the beating. The sight of her so utterly ungracious and dishonorable would shake her so much that Elain would have had to beg her on her knees to stop. Nevertheless, as she looked at her skirt she saw few droplets of blood and with a frown, she deduced that she, in fact, sliced her palm when she tried not to stumble.

Snapping her attention back to the knight in front of her, she slowly bowed and smiled. Her curls created a halo around her heart-shaped face when she finally looked him straight in his eyes. He was tall, well built and had brown skin. It was a beautiful color, she mused trying not to think how handsome he was.

"Sir Knight, pardon my intrusion," she cocked her head as another knight appeared in her peripheral vision. He was even taller and bigger than the one from before. His long hair flew on wisps of wind as he chuckled seeing her state and dirt on her dress. One dark brow rose with a flicker of amusement in his bright eyes.

"It's a rather peculiar sight to behold," he murmured as another wave of deep laughter erupted from his throat. She could feel redness coming up on her cheeks and with a swift movement, she ducked her chin down. Her mother would have simply perished if she saw her right now. What a disgrace for her perfect family.

"Cassian, the lady is hurt," she still didn't dare to look up, and when the newcomer left as quickly as he appeared she stole a small glance in the direction of soft sounds.

On her right, the training grounds were almost empty safe for a knight in black armor, kneeling on the ground. His hands were bare and visible to her eyes - scars, horrible and painful ones adoring his long fingers and gentle palms were a stark contrast to his dark attire. However, what caught her initial attention was the way he was slowly but surely trying to feed a stray kitten that aimlessly wandered here. His kneeling person, sharp against the tiny creature barely visible to the human eye. Two oddities coexisting in that nanosecond of time seemed to stop for her as she devoured the sight of this blindingly pure kindness.

"My lady," she heard the other man from somewhere far away. Her tunnel vision focused on that one person, his act of gentleness amidst the blazing sunlight, and… the way his scarred fingers were trembling while he placed all of his weight on his knees. As if he was scared and ashamed of their appearance, even before that small animal hissing in his direction. "My lady?" Her doe eyes found violet ones and with a soft gasp, she came to her senses.

"Please do forgive me for my ignorance," her voice shook and she hated herself for that. For that slight hint of distress slipping through the cracks of her perfectly molded mask of courtesy. The knight rose a dark brow and with frivolous joy watched her behavior as if he had solved a mysterious puzzle. Deep down in her chest, her heart sang an unknown song that made her spiral even further into herself.

"Azriel!" A sharp command slashed the air as she whipped her head at the source of that loud noise. The violet-eyed knight bowed elegantly as the kneeling man slowly stood up, even taller than previously acquainted knights, and slowly made a way towards them. His armor was loud, yet mesmerizing - she felt her bloodstream tickle, surge as the earth shattered under her legs with the force of warmth and longing she suddenly felt. An intake of breath caught in her lungs made her frozen as foreign yet so well-known hazel eyes stopped on her person. As if she had dreamt about them, as if they were forever imprinted inside her like a burst of thousands of stars. The slits in his helmet allowed her to see his long eyelashes, dark and dangerous, as he inclined his greetings.

"Sir Knight," she breathed out, like a bird singing for its designed mate. The knight's burning gaze left her shaking - as if her soul suddenly came down on earth and wished for a moment of utmost closure.

"The lady is hurt," the shorter one supplied glancing between both of them with a smirk. "Please attend her while I gather supplies," and with a swift nod, he left both of them alone. She supposed that time became only a fraction of surrounding her world when Azriel only stared at her, his scarred hands tucked behind him as if the sight of them might have somehow offended her.

"Sir Knight," her lips parted with a silent echo of yearning. "You have truly beautiful hands," his eyes widened, a golden hue covering his irises as his armor rumpled with the stretch of his muscles.

"It's a far-fetched compliment, my lady, yet I'm declaring my thanks," he blinked as she fought with an overwhelming feeling dancing in her chest. He was so close to her and yet she felt as if he was a whole ocean away. Maybe her soul, the one who often whispered in her ear about soulmates, tricked her and made her a fool. Maybe because of that she wanted to say something, anything that could last - to make him remember her, a wild girl with flowers in her hair.

"It's not," she urged and let herself smile. "For what I have seen, Sir, you are gentle-natured," a gust of wind ruffled her tresses and when she tried to fight with them, scarred digits arrived next to her ear.

"And you, my lady, are indisputably a spring ready to conquer the already fading winter," he whispered urgently. Her heart trembled at his words, it was as if he had spoken to her spirit, to the gaping wound of her hidden longings and dreams. As if he had known her, right now and all these centuries before. The time was crashing into her like waves of that unknown feeling that overcame her, however before she could answer the loud yell of her name startled her like a deer.

"I must," her ragged breathing stopped when she saw red-haired men stumbling onto training grounds. Wide-eyed and breathless she stole the last glance at her starry-eyed soulmate and turned around. Even if all laws of this world told her to stay, screamed at her to turn around to see the universe crashing inside those hazel eyes, she didn't.

She left him there, a tray of sunlight and starlight glittering behind her as he watched her till she became only a speck of dust in the blazing heat.