#nightwithe

[r3linx]

⌜char.⌟ choi jiung ⌜synopsis⌟ you were getting ready to your fancy restaurant date nightwith jiung which you waited so much already, just like in every month. except you take awfully long to get ready which has him bored after a few minutes. asking you to help him occupy himself, ends up in him just ruining what you worked on. ⌜word count⌟ 3.1k ⌜warnings⌟ 18+ / nsfw, clit play, fem! reader, fingering, p in v, dirty talk, praising, pet names, degrading, hair pulling, messy writing (i guess), jiung is a little meanie if you squint really hard!!, reader is implied to have wavy/curly hair, sorry for repetitive writing and mistakes!

⌜a/n⌟ after i finished i wasn't sure if i'd want to post it or not but i decided to do it, i'll try to get more comfortable with writing smut in the future as i do enjoy it but without sharing i don't quite know where i have to improve. likes and reblogs are heavily appreciated, enjoy!! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ you were supposed to be on your way like..half an hour ago? 45 minutes.. yeah. yet, you didn’t seem to budge from your place. picking out the fanciest dress for your date already took up most of your time, you wanted to be absolutely ravishing for jiung tonight. it was your monthly ‘fancy-restaurant-date-night’ which you always loved by you. waiting for this with excitement such as nothing in the past few days.

successfully, you managed to choose the right attire. a skimpy, burgundy one still vivid, and the material like silk to the touch. it barely reached to half of your plump thighs, the straps thin on your shoulders, and showing a real clear image of your cleavage. it didn’t leave much to the imagination, really. your usually let down hair now made up in a pretty bun, curly strands slipping out here and there, tickling your neck and soft cheeks. everything was ready, now you sat on the chair barefoot, only pantyhose covering your smooth legs from the floor’s cold touch. the fluffy white carpet in the middle of the bedroom unfortunately didn’t reach there, so you had your feet rubbing against each other to keep themselves warm. you gazed into the mirror, examining your features, already planning your look. you wanted your makeup to be flawless too of course.

so much to the point, poor jiung went unnoticeable sitting on the edge of the bed, all ready and waiting for you to finally go. except he didn’t have any idea at the moment what time will it come and how much you’d sit there.

after being a few minutes late, he patted your bare shoulder carefully, his index finger running over the strap of your dress as he bent over to speak directly into your ear, his words shushed and soft.

“can you like.. speed things up a bit, love? you’re taking quite a long time..” to which you nodded simply, even though you knew he’d have to wait even more, but didn’t want to tell him that yet. with a small sigh escaping past his lips, he straightened back up, throwing his hands into his pocket, and sat down back on the same spot he stood up from minutes ago.

getting impatient, he called out to you again after like 10 more minutes to which you had the same response. he already knew what was going on, and yet again after another few minutes, you were still getting ready.

jiung sauntered over to you once again, placing both of his hands on your shoulder to give them a gentle squeeze, his slim finger brushing over your warm skin, starting to massage your tender muscles languidly.

“i know i know- i’m hurrying..” you murmured, pressing out a long exhale you didn’t know you held, focusing at the eyes shadow palette in your hands, gently shaking down the excess colored powder back onto the tray.

“no need to, pretty. i changed my mind, i want you to look your best. take your time.. i was just getting a bit bored, y’know.. ” he reassured with a smile as he looked at your reflection in the mirror in front of you. after years of dealing with you, he figured it’d be better to not hurry you when it already didn’t matter, so he just used it to his advantage.

he leaned down behind you, his warm breath caressing the side of your face and ear, a small smirk evident in the corner of his mouth. his hands now stopped kneading your shoulders, sliding a bit forward to trace your bare collarbone with his calloused fingers. “i like it when you’re getting all dolled up for me..” his words sent a chill down your spine as they slowly rolled off his tongue, your breath hitching as you now locked eye with him through your mirror. turning your head around you arched one eyebrow at him in confusion which had his smirk widening slightly across his face, his dark eyes having a sinister glint you knew already very well. “makes me wanna.. you know..” he continued as his hand moved down on your body, now sliding it under your arm to reach you better, giving your sides a gentle caress up and down, sneaking in a few playful squeezes at your soft hips before coming to a rest on your chest and cupping your breasts through the thin fabric. he gave the squishy mounds a gentle squeeze, his thumbs writing down circles around the outlines of your nipples poking through.

his sudden action had you in goosebumps all over, making you freeze in your place. turning your head to the side, ready to question his act, one of his hand moves to take a firm hold of your chin, roughly turning it back to look at yourself in the mirror before he pressed a soft peck to your cheek while keeping eye contact.

“you don’t have to do anything, alright? you’re making me wait.. the least you can do is keeping me occupied while i’m waiting..” he was right, you did take a lot of time by now but if he would start to mess around with you while you still do your makeup, he might ruin it, not to talk about the fact that it would take even longer for you to be done.

“but if you’ll ruin it-”

“i would never, you know that..” he cooed into your ear, giving your lobe a playful nip with his teeth. now trailing warm wet pecks along your neck, arriving at the nape and simply just sinking his teeth into your glowing, smooth skin. it was sudden act, making you flinch, gripping the brush for a second between your fingers then relaxing your hold again. his nose pressed against your skin, sharply inhaling your scent as his tongue darted out with a wet, soothing lick across the red biting mark he formed just now.

not holding himself back at this point, his hands slid further down on your body, coming to a stop at the hem of your dress, he moved it up just a couple inches and he could already reach well between your legs, he was very grateful for your choice of clothes at the moment and giving him easy access.

your breathing labored, his palms glided along the inside of your thighs, his left hand pressing flat against your flesh, guiding them apart while his other hand snaked further up, till he reached your pantied center. he felt the warmth already radiating off you, catching you occasionally taking quick glimpses downwards, as if he’d stop if you’d call out for him.

the pads of his thumbs traced lazy circles over your clit, not pressing down directly on your sensitive nub yet. thanks to the textile, which was already covered in your essence, sticking to you, it gave him a clear outline of your folds. his middle finger slipped under the band or your panties pulling away and letting it snap back against your skin in place, eliciting a hiss from your lips as he drank up all your cute expressions.

suddenly his hands grabbed into your pantyhose, ripping it simply apart, his nails digging into the material. your lips parted in a gasp suddenly as you eyed the now useless piece of clothing and the hole he created.

“raise your hips a bit..” he commanded while giving the top of your thighs an encouraging pat, but still with a gentle undertone in his voice comparing to his earlier act.

“are you trying to-”

“i said lift your hips, nothing much, should be easy to follow.” cutting into your sentence he bit back. and so you did, he hooked his fingers into the fabric, sliding it down your legs till it hit the floor with a soft thump around your ankles. you felt the hot feeling pool in your lower stomach as you realized you’re not meant to go out to a dinner anymore but he didn’t mutter a word. he saw the realization dawn in your eyes but choose to remain silent, instead he gave a soft chuckle as his hands went back to usher your legs apart while you sat on the chair.

“since you worked so hard, finish your makeup.. wouldn’t want to have you work so hard for nothing..” he nodded towards your stuff scattered across the smooth wooden table where your were reaching to pack away neatly. sliding two of his fingers to part your plump lower lips with one of his hand while his other toyed with your clit. the pad of his index and middle finger just merely ghosting over your already swollen folds. his head on your shoulder turned to scatter small bites and nips across your skin, his gaze turned down between your legs, watching intently as his hands teased you.

your muscles tensed when you felt him delve in with a harsh press of his fingers, instinctively trying to close down your legs around his hand, but to no success. "relax.. relax.." he hushed quietly

“even if we missed the dinner part.. can’t have my slutty girl hanging, hm?” he asked with a grin on his face, nudging his nose against your temple and placing a soft wet kiss on the spot. his words were honeyed and his pecks are gentle compared to his hands working on you. he pinched your little nub between his fingers while giving it a small tug, twisting it gently when a small mewl escaped your lips.

“in- push in-”

“you want my fingers inside your tight, needy cunt, baby? let me hear the magic word then..” he played with you more even if he knew you’d clearly give in, being already on the verge of going crazy. after all this time he knew everything about you, what made you flinch when touched in the right place, how a gentle encouraging with his words was already enough to have you putty in his hands and do as he says.

“please..”

“that’s right, so you want them in, hm?..” jiung nodded against your shoulder with a soft hum, trailing his fingers down to circle your entrance, giving it a little pressure by pressing down, coaxing more of your fluids out onto his hand. he smeared it across your puffy clit and the juncture of your thighs, his thumb dipping in your cunt for a brief moment, then quickly slipping free from it with a soft pop.

you were ready to beg further, inhaling but your breath got caught in your throat soon enough when his middle and ring fingers easily slipped inside you from your slickness all the way to his knuckles. it had you clamping down hard around his invading digits, your chest heaving for breath as his hand stilled, eyeing at your reactions with a small smirk on his lips.

“you stopped.” he pointed out. you didn’t understand what he meant until you finally looked up to see the eyeliner in your hands, away from you and just holding it.

“but-”

“if you stop, i do it too. now continue pretty girl, except if you want to stay with my fingers in your cunt all night.” he nudged the side of your head with his, your digits gripping at the pen. to tell the truth, imagining his words, it wouldn’t have been that bad but still, right now you needed more than just filling you up without any more stimulation.

the eyeliner in your hands were liquid. which meant easy smearing on its own.. but while jiung fingered you? the thought made you smile to yourself, which quickly turned into a surprised gasp as he crooked his fingers inside you out of the blue, fingertips brushing against your walls, grinding it before coming abruptly to a stop again. you turned your gaze towards him, eyebrows knotted together in frustration but you couldn’t help yourself anymore. not when your wetness now trailed along his whole palm and wrists, dripping it down your thighs and onto the chair’s soft material and soaking it.

you brought the pen to your eyes with trembling hands, feeling jiungs sharp look on your every action, when it would touch your eyelids. he pulled his fingers out, only to shove it back in fast, curling them against your sweet spot and pistoning them in and out frantically. his other hand found its way to tangle in your carefully made hair, gripping into your locks to yank your head back harshly now having the strands all messy in his hold. a loud yelp got knocked out of your lungs, resulting in the line being crooked but at this point it didn’t really matter anymore. you arched your back as the warmness started spreading in your core with him continuously hitting the spongy spot inside you, his fingers furiously pumping, leaving you trembling and quickly approaching your climax.

when you were about to tumble over the edge he stopped, leaving you a panting mess. grabbing onto your jaw and turning towards him, taking in the beautifully curved line in the corner of your eyes, he sudden crushed his lips against yours fiercely, teeth clattering against each other. not having the chance to recover, his finger lazily moved inside you while he attacked your mouth and his tongue darting out to tangle with yours, by now it felt like your whole body was on fire, sweat dampened your skin and forehead, your body trembling with no stop. leaning back with a string of thin saliva connecting your swollen pink lips to his before it snapped, he watched your eyes glistening with tears from the intense pleasure, threatening to spill, spit tracking down your chin and cheeks flushed. after being late from the restaurant, seeing your makeup ruined by him and you do nothing against it was the greatest apology.

and this is all it took to send a jolt across his body, straight to his crotch, making his pants tighten further. his fingers left your warm, slick pussy, reaching over to brush your stuff aside on the table, cosmetics landing on the ground with a clink. jiung’s hands found their way under your thighs, hoisting you up from the chair over to the table making you squeal in the sudden move, he eased himself between your legs, pulling you to sit on the edge, closer to him.

“you look fucking pathetic, baby.” he let out a mocking chuckle with urgency in his words, now fidgeting with the zipper of his slacks, pushing down the clothing around his ankles. “pathetic but so fucking sexy.. mascara running down your face and your hair all messy.. i know you just love getting fucked silly, hm?” he pointed out your current appearance and god it made you feel even hotter in the pit of your stomach. your cheeks tainted with a deep shade of pink, your eyes trailing down his body and catching a glimpse of the wet patch already formed in front of his boxers before he quickly got rid of them too.

the black-inked butterfly tattoo adorning his lower stomach and abs, peeked under the hem of his plain white shirt which ended just above his waist. he hiked your already short dress even higher on you, then with a firm grip on his shaft, he guided himself close to your sopping hole, pearly white droplets of his precum mixing with your wetness as he dragged himself along your slit, watching in awe. he pushed in his red and throbbing tip, letting out a quiet groan as you stretched around him, taking in his shape. you shuddered at the feeling with a soft whine escaping your chest, you wrapped your legs around his waist, silently encouraging him to push in further.

“so impatient now, you decided to make me wait.. so why should i give you what you want this easily?” he bit back a laugh at your disheveled, pitiful look before bottoming out in you eventually, his hand flying to grip the sides of your legs, pushing them further apart for leverage and space.

“fuck you’re squeezing me too tight.” he growled through gritted teeth, his eyes fluttering close only for a few seconds, his nails digging into your plush skin as he started to hammer into you, your slick making it easier for him to move.

your eyes burned as the soft tears mixed with the ink from your eyelids, coloring them black as they rolled down your cheeks. the table shaking from the force he rutted into you, his pace never faltering and steady. “you.. you really look like a slut.” he snarled, gripping your chin between his fingers as he forced your eyes to lock with his. "getting fucked-.. with your clothes still on, like a cheap whore.." he taunted further, his free hand moved to frantically rub on your clit, the room echoing from your heavy moans, his low grunts and wet skin slapping on skin, reassuring him further, as he was plowing into you, your hands took a hold of his wrist but unfortunately nothing but incoherent blubbering could be heard. not having the chance to even warn him before your orgasm washed over you and having your body trembling. “look at you, so beautifully fucked out..” he muttered as he guided you through your high.

without a word he pulled free from the grip of your tight walls, your hips bucking towards him, aching about the loss of contact as he left you empty and desperate for having him back. he gave his cock a few hurried pumps with his hand, his seed finally spilled onto your already crumpled up dress in thick, white spurts as he came with a loud groan, his eyes squeezing shut. a few moments later after pulling himself together with much less success, a small grin made it’s way to his face as he admired his handiwork.

to be honest when he saw just how much time you wasted on preparing yourself, he made it to his own little mission to fuck you up. loving the fact that you let him, even begged him for it, making his work so much easier. now looking at your once pretty bun, now messed up strands sticking everywhere, fancy dress now rumpled and drenched in his white sticky seed, your makeup all smudged, he was honestly proud of himself for turning you into this such a pretty sight.

“let this serve you as a lesson, baby..” kissing you gently on your cheeks, his usual tenderness creeping back while caressing you all over soothingly.

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[da-owo]

had a lil movie nightwith my partner so we did some doodles all i could find was a color pencil but aye for not touching traditional art in like 4 years i aint to angry at it haha

[seedlysolos]

It's fine, it's coolYou can say that we are nothin', but you know the truthAnd guess I'm the foolWith her arms out like an angel through the car sunroofI don't wanna call it off, but you don't wanna call it loveYou only wanna be the one that I call "Baby"You can kiss a hundred boys in barsShoot another shot, try to stop the feelingYou can say it's just the way you areMake a new excuse, another stupid reasonGood luck, babe! (Well, good luck!)Well, good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!)You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feelingGood luck, babe! (Well, good luck!)Well, good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!)You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feelingI'm cliché, who cares?It's a sexually explicit kind of love affairAnd I cry, it's not fairI just need a little lovin', I just need a little airI think I'm gonna call it off even if you call it loveI just wanna love someone who calls me "Baby"You can kiss a hundred boys in barsShoot another shot, try to stop the feelingYou can say it's just the way you areMake a new excuse, another stupid reasonGood luck, babe! (Well, good luck!)Well, good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!)You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feelingGood luck, babe! (Well, good luck!)Well, good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!)You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feelingOoh, yeahOohAnd when you wake up next to him in the middle of the nightWith your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wifeAnd when you think about me all of those years agoYou're standing face-to-face with "I told you so"You know I hate to say it, "I told you so"You know I hate to say, but, "I told you so"You can kiss a hundred boys in barsShoot another shot, try to stop the feeling (well, I told you so)You can say it's just the way you areMake a new excuse, another stupid reasonGood luck, babe! (Well, good luck!)Well, good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!)You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feelingGood luck, babe! (Well, good luck!)Well, good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!)You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feelingYou'd have to stop the world just to stop the feelingYou'd have to stop the world just to stop the feelingYou'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

First time trying a cigarette, time to chase the buzz… IM FUCKING TWEAKINGG IM FUCKING TWEAKING RAFAFAGGAGSG

[may-the-4ce-be-with-you]

This HURTS

I have gone through the first four stages of grief.

Denial: "They ain't gonna kill him. He's number two on the call sheet. He's an executive producer. They are going to lose a lot of fans. What about the script that said he was burried alive? Oh they are playing upbeat music while everyone is exiting the lab. No way they kill him now."

Anger: "F you, Tim Minear! I can't belive they killed him. I am never watching this show or any other Tim Minear show ever again. Why would you take a beautiful, loving couple who have already been to hell and back and say: 'Let’s make him suffer some more.' You sadist."

Barganing: "Ok, if somebody absolutely has to die—like the plot gods demanded a sacrifice—why couldn’t it have been someone else?! At this point, I would’ve taken literally anyone else. (Except Athena) I'm sorry Chimney, Buck, and Hen - I love y'all, but I love me some Robert Wade Nash with the firery passion of two suns."

Depression: "Why, Bobby, why?! I woke up in the middle of the nightwith this ache in my chest. And I couldn’t go back to sleep. I am fighting tears. And I ain't no cry baby. It feels like someone I actually know—someone I’ve loved—died. And now… he’s gone. Just like that. It felt so abrubt. I'm in mourning."

It’s gonna take me a while to get to the acceptance stage of grief. Honestly, I don’t even know why I’m pretending like I’ll ever get there. I’m accepting that I’ll never accept this. I'll just be bouncing back and forth between anger and depression.

[amaltheafan]

(What OP drew and wrote under the read more in case the original post is deleted, etc)

Jenny and Lyla are best friends no matter what kind of feud is happening between their husbands. Either way, they get together and plan to raise their babies to be best friends like they are. Lyla spends most of her time at the Smith house, and PT9 is more than happy to cook for all of them. 

Also, this is part 2 of my last post.

when you wake up next to him in the middle of the nightwith your head in your handsyou’re nothing more than his wifeJenny is living her best live this is about lyla

Jenny and Lyla are best friends no matter what kind of feud is happening between their husbands. Either way, they get together and plan to raise their babies to be best friends like they are. Lyla spends most of her time at the Smith house, and PT9 is more than happy to cook for all of them.

Also, this is part 2 of my last post.

[arctechnolabs1]

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[toosoftforall]

Como Good Luck, Babe! de Chappell Roan Tem Ajudado Mulheres a Se Descobrirem Lésbicas

Nos últimos anos, Chappell Roan emergiu como um dos nomes mais autênticos e cativantes da música pop alternativa. Sua estética vibrante e teatral, combinada com letras sinceras e emotivas, conquistou um público fiel, especialmente dentro da comunidade LGBTQ+. No entanto, uma canção em particular — Good Luck, Babe! — se destacou como um verdadeiro catalisador para a autodescoberta de muitas mulheres.

Desde seu lançamento, a faixa tem sido amplamente compartilhada e discutida nas redes sociais, com inúmeras mulheres relatando que a letra as ajudou a reconhecer sentimentos que antes tentavam ignorar. Mas o que torna essa música tão impactante? E como ela se relaciona com o conceito de heterossexualidade compulsória?

A Luta Contra a Negação e a Heterossexualidade Compulsória

A letra de Good Luck, Babe! descreve uma relação marcada pela negação e repressão de sentimentos. A narradora da música está apaixonada por outra mulher que, apesar de corresponder de alguma forma, se recusa a assumir essa relação, preferindo permanecer em um relacionamento heterossexual.

O refrão carrega uma ironia cortante:

"Good luck, babe, well, good luck, babeYou’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling"

(“Boa sorte, querida, boa sorte, querida Você teria que parar o mundo só para parar o sentimento”)

A ideia implícita aqui é que não importa quantas desculpas sejam criadas ou quantas tentativas sejam feitas para reprimir o desejo — ele continua existindo. Esse trecho ecoa a experiência de muitas mulheres que, ao longo da vida, tentaram se encaixar na heteronormatividade, ignorando seus sentimentos verdadeiros.

Outro momento impactante da canção é quando a narradora antecipa o futuro de sua amada, prevendo que, anos depois, ela perceberá o que perdeu:

"When you wake up next to him in the middle of the nightWith your head in your hands, you’re nothing more than his wifeAnd when you think about me, all of those years agoYou’re standing face to face with ‘I told you so’"

(“Quando você acordar ao lado dele no meio da noite Com a cabeça entre as mãos, sendo nada mais do que a esposa dele E quando pensar em mim, todos aqueles anos atrás Você estará cara a cara com um ‘Eu te disse’”)

Essa estrofe encapsula a frustração de quem vê outra pessoa escolher um caminho de repressão por medo ou convenção social. Esse medo tem nome: heterossexualidade compulsória, um termo cunhado pela feminista Adrienne Rich para descrever a imposição social da heterossexualidade como norma. Muitas mulheres passam a vida acreditando que seu destino natural é casar com um homem, ignorando ou reprimindo seus sentimentos por outras mulheres.

O Impacto da Música na Autodescoberta

Desde seu lançamento, Good Luck, Babe! se tornou um fenômeno nas redes sociais, especialmente no TikTok e no Twitter, onde diversas mulheres compartilharam relatos sobre como a canção as ajudou a questionar sua sexualidade. Para algumas, a música trouxe à tona memórias de relacionamentos passados; para outras, foi um momento de epifania sobre o que estavam vivendo no presente.

A razão pela qual Good Luck, Babe! tem sido um gatilho para tantas mulheres está na forma como ela verbaliza uma experiência que, muitas vezes, não é tão representada na cultura pop: o processo de perceber que se está em negação sobre a própria sexualidade. Diferente de músicas abertamente românticas sobre amores entre mulheres, esta canção fala sobre o medo, a repressão e as consequências de tentar se conformar com a heteronormatividade.

Representatividade e o Papel de Chappell Roan

Além da letra poderosa, o impacto da música também é potencializado pelo contexto artístico de Chappell Roan. Como uma artista abertamente queer, Roan traz uma autenticidade que ressoa profundamente com seu público. Seu estilo performático e suas letras sinceras criam um espaço de identificação e acolhimento para aqueles que cresceram sem ver muitas representações de suas experiências na mídia.

Em um cenário musical onde narrativas sáficas ainda são escassas no mainstream, canções como Good Luck, Babe! são essenciais. Elas não apenas validam experiências que muitas tentam suprimir, mas também oferecem um ponto de reflexão para quem ainda não teve coragem de se questionar.

Conclusão

O impacto de Good Luck, Babe! vai muito além de ser apenas uma canção pop cativante. Para muitas mulheres, ela tem servido como um espelho, um alerta e um empurrão necessário para sair da negação.

A música de Chappell Roan demonstra como a arte pode ser uma ferramenta poderosa de auto descoberta, especialmente para pessoas queer que cresceram sem referências claras sobre suas próprias vivências. Ao transformar em melodia e versos um sentimento tão universal, Good Luck, Babe! não apenas toca corações — ela desperta consciências.

[freezer-bride-your-sweet-divine]

Current favorite song? Mine is Done for me by Charlie Puty. 2016 pop strikes again!!!

There are several of my favorite songs at the moment.

DNA Guarantee Kodi Rhianne.

Little wolf EPIC: the musical.

Salvatore Lana Del Rey.

Sisters of the Light Xandria.

forwards beckon rebound Adrianne Lenker.

Beautiful Lies Beyond The Black.

While Your Lips Are Still Red Nightwith.

Fourth Of July Sufjan Stevens.

[darlingsnow0]

It's fine, it's coolYou can say that we are nothing, but you know the truthAnd guess I'm the foolWith her arms out like an angel through the car sunroofI don't wanna call it offBut you don't wanna call it loveYou only wanna be the one that I call "baby"You can kiss a hundred boys in barsShoot another shot, try to stop the feelingYou can say it's just the way you areMake a new excuse, another stupid reasonGood luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck)You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feelingGood luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck)You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feelingI'm cliché, who cares?It's a sexually explicit kind of love affairAnd I cry, it's not fairI just need a little lovin', I just need a little airThink I'm gonna call it offEven if you call it loveI just wanna love someone who calls me "baby"You can kiss a hundred boys in barsShoot another shot, try to stop the feelingYou can say it's just the way you areMake a new excuse, another stupid reasonGood luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck)You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feelingGood luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck)You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feelingWhen you wake up next to him in the middle of the nightWith your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wifeAnd when you think about me, all of those years agoYou're standing face to face with "I told you so"You know I hate to say, "I told you so"You know I hate to say, but, I told you soYou can kiss a hundred boys in barsShoot another shot, try to stop the feeling (well, I told you so)You can say it's just the way you areMake a new excuse, another stupid reasonGood luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck)You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feelingGood luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck)You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feelingYou'd have to stop the world just to stop the feelingYou'd have to stop the world just to stop the feelingYou'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

Will You be My Valentine?❤️🌹

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My little brither thinks I'm insane for giggling at my laptop rn but whatever whatever

Yesyesyes🎀🎀🎀🎀

[joellalovestoread]

The trouble with schools isThey always try to teach the wrong lessonBelieve me, I've been kicked out of enough of them to knowThey want you to become less callow, less shallowBut I say, why invite stress in?Stop studying strifeAnd learn to live "the unexamined life"Dancing through lifeSkimming the surfaceGliding where turf is smoothLife's more painlessFor the brainlessWhy think too hard?When it's so soothingDancing through lifeNo need to tough itWhen you can slough it off as I doNothing mattersBut knowing nothing mattersIt's just lifeSo keep dancing throughDancing through lifeSwaying and sweepingAnd always keeping coolLife is fraught-lessWhen you're thoughtlessThose who don't tryNever look foolishDancing through lifeMindless and carelessMake sure you're where less trouble is rifeWoes are fleetingBlows are glancingWhen you're dancingThrough lifeSo, what's the most swankified place in town?That would be the Ozdust BallroomSounds perfect!Let's go down to the Ozdust BallroomWe'll meet there later tonightWe can dance 'til it's lightFind the prettiest girlGive her a whirlRight on down to the Ozdust BallroomCome on, follow meYou'll be happy to be thereDancing through life down at the OzdustIf only because dust is what we come toNothing matters but knowing nothing mattersIt's just lifeSo keep dancing throughMiss Galinda, I hope you'll save at least one dance for meI'll be right there, waiting all nightOh, that's so kindBut you know what would be even kinder?See that tragically beautiful girlThe one in the chairIt seems so unfairWe should go on a spreeAnd not she, geeI know someone would be my heroIf that someone were to go invite herWell, maybe I could invite her?Oh, Bick, really?You would do that for me?I would do anything for you, Miss GalindaSoSo I'll be picking you up around eight?After allNow that we've met one anotherIt's clear we deserve each otherYou're perfectYou're perfect, so we're perfect togetherBorn to be foreverDancing through lifeOh, Elphaba, isn't it wonderful?Finally, for this one nightI'm about to have a fun nightWith this Munchkin boy Galinda found for meAnd I only wish there wereSomething I could do for her to repay herElphaba, see?We deserve each otherAnd Galinda helped it come trueWe deserve each other, me and BoqPlease Elphaba, try to understandI doGalinda, listen Nessa and I were talking about you just nowAnd I was just talking about you!I thought you might want to wear this hat to the party tonight!It's really, uh, sharp, don't you think?You know, black is this year's pinkYou deserve each other, this hat and youYou're both so smartYou deserve each other so hereOut of the goodness of my heartListen, Nessa?Yes?Uh, NessaI've got something to confess, aReason why, wellWhy I asked you here tonightNow I know it isn't fairOh, Boq, I know whyYou do?It's because I'm in this chairAnd you felt sorry for meWell, isn't that right?No! No! It's because, becauseBecause you are so beautiful!Oh, Boq, I think you're wonderful!And we deserve each otherDon't you see, this is our chance?We deserve each otherDon't we, Boq?You know what?Let's danceWhat?Let's dance! (dancing through lifed down at the Ozdust)(If only because dust is what we come to!)(And the strange thing, your life could end up changing)(While you're dancing)(Through

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okay this song IS a bop but it he emojis were a bit excessive but ok then

[moonmausoleum]

The Dark Side of Christmas: La Befana - Italy’s Christmas Witch

On an eternal path to greet the baby Jesus, the Italian Christmas Witch, La Befana leaves candy for the children and a question to the grown ups: Who was she really, and could her origins be older than her own tradition perhaps?

On an eternal path to greet the baby Jesus, the Italian Christmas Witch, La Befana leaves candy for the children and a question to the grown ups: Who was she really, and could her origins be older than her own tradition perhaps? The Befana comes by nightWith her shoes all tattered and tornShe comes dressed in the Roman wayLong live the Befana! Italy, with its rich tapestry of folklore and…

[disscog]

Spark - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo by Klara Kulikova on Unsplash “… lightening tumbles, and I bounce over to you” Nikki Giovanni SparkThe river flattens outwith downward pressure,clouds gatherdumping raincomes thunderherald of the dynamocharging up the nightwith a whump, crash,rumble,shadows playenergy rushes,disturbing somethrilling others,dog and cat togetherunder the bed,there's nothing staticabout electricity,justmy…

[jamescallahansr]

When dawn breaks the haunted nightwith subtle glow and insistent lightyou will find me, if you’re in search,looking eastward on my chosen perchwondering in doubt if it’s at all fairI’m unloved as I search in prayerfor a way to begin the end of dark,a fashion to carry me as on an arkthrough a storm that refuses to endall alone, again, without a friend.

[songlations]

"Malo" (Evil) by Bebe, English translation of lyrics

"Evil." Rock flamenco hip hop, wispy voice, anti-domestic violence. This artist won a Latin Grammy for Best New Artist in 2005.

“Evil”Album: Pafuera Telaraña (Outtahere, Spiderwebs), 2005Style: Rock/flamenco/hip hop, wispy voice, anti-domestic violence. This artist won a Latin Grammy for Best New Artist in 2005.Country: SpainListen: YouTube Translation: Apareciste una noche fríaCon olor a tabaco sucio y a ginebra,El miedo ya me recorríaMientras cruzaba los deditos tras la puerta. You appeared one cold nightWith the…