#ok but like the song is beautful

[dementialmaiden]

I love this film now

[rendy-a]

Sick Day with your pets – Rook, Jamil, Leona, Kalim and Floyd

Being sick is no fun but it is an opportunity to have your trusty pet take care of you or for you to take care of them.  This is a story from Aurora’s Pet AU.  Check out her original works too. @glass-cage-of-emotion-12

Master is sick.  Which pets are great to have taking care of you? 

This is probably not the most obvious one but Rook is such an observant pet that he has already noticed your slight fever before you even feel off.  By the time you are pulling out the thermometer to check your temperature, he has gone to the store and returned with just the medicine you need.  Lie down now master and let him take care of you.

Feeling bored just lying in bed?  Rook is prepared to entertain you.  Would you like to hear a story?  Rook seems to have seen every play that’s been on stage in the past 10 years.  Interested in a song?  He will gladly serenade you until his voice gives out.  Fancy some poetry, well reader, you are most certainly in luck.  Rook has composed a ponderous amount of poetry in your honor that he’d love to recite to you at this very moment.  And yes, it is mostly in French.

When you want to get up, Rook isn’t the sort of pet to keep you in bed.  He will tell you honestly if he feels like you are getting up too soon but, if you chose, he is perfectly fine in letting you make your own decision.  If you fall ill again, well you’ve learned a lesson and who is Rook to deny you such a marvelous life experience.  Ah master, seeing you valiantly fight against the hand of fate.  Beaute! 100%!

Jamil probably doesn’t notice you are sick right away; he is very busy with his household duties, after all.  Once you call him over and sheepishly ask if he can make you a soup, well that is when his nurse mode takes over.  He once had to share a room with a pet that seemed to always need taking care of.  Due to this, his efficiency at putting you to bed and arranging everything needed for rest and recovery is top notch. 

The best part of being sick with Jamil in the house is obviously the cooking.  He will not only make you a classic chicken soup but he also seems to know a recipe for every little symptom that ails you.  Have a sore throat?  Jamil has the perfect honey sweetened tea for that.  Have an upset stomach?  Jamil will make you a lightly seasoned rice porridge.  Fever won’t stop?  Have a refreshing yogurt smoothie.  It’s the most delicious way to get over your sickness!

The hardest part of having Jamil as your nurse is getting him to stop fussing when you feel better; he is just so invested in your care.  Are you sure you wouldn’t like to stay in bed longer, he can make all the necessary calls to get you off from work.  Perhaps you should let him carry that heavy book for you, it wouldn’t do to strain yourself after you’ve so recently recovered.  Worried about holding him back from his chores?  Don’t be.  He has already finished everything for today and gotten a meal prepped for tomorrow.  Anything you need master, just consider me your genie of the lamp.

Ok, ok.  Leona isn’t exactly the first one to come to mind when you think of someone to take care of you.  He does seem like the type to say, “Not my problem!” and ditch you for a nap but…

Let’s talk about naps for a moment.  You know how some days you are feeling under the weather and just need to spend the day in a dark room resting?  Ok, now you see where this is going.  Leona is like 100% the best napping buddy you could ask for.  He knows just how to pull the shade to make the room pleasantly dark or set you up on a couch with warm sunlight.  And if some other pet makes too much noise, Leona will take care of that too. >:(  

If you wake up from your nap you may even discover he has joined you.  Feel free to cuddle up to him, scratch his ears or ever touch his tail.  He’ll allow it this time…but only because you are sick!

You might even get to see his surprisingly capable side.  If you are sick for too long, he notices.  You’ll wake up to find that he has made you an appointment at the doctor, arranged a taxi and will even accompany you to make sure you get there safely.  He’ll take care of everything, so no complaining!  Quiet down Herbivore.  Be good now and when we get home, I’ll help you work on that little roar of yours.

Pets get sick too.  Who is the most interesting to care for when sick?

Maybe it was something he ate but today your little ball of sunshine Kalim has no energy.  He lays on the sofa watching you quietly with his sad red eyes as you go about the day.  Try to send him to bed though and he will insist that he’ll be too lonely if you don’t go with him.  Congratulations, you’ve volunteered to sit at his bedside.  Hold his hand and rub little circles on his palm, the happy smile he gives you is worth the effort.

He will talk to you in a soft voice, asking you questions about many things; your life, your favorite things, your dreams…he wants to know all about you and this opportunity is too good to pass up!  Please tell him stories; he doesn’t care what kind.  He will smile happily when the hero wins the love of their paramour.  He will yell out loud during the exciting parts.  You will scare him when the villain appears (don’t forget to give his hand an extra squeeze).

How can you tell when he feels better?  He will probably ask you for a feast.  Hey, he was sick and needs to eat now to recover!  Just make sure you are the one ordering lunch or you may be in for some surprises.  What do you mean Master?  95 white Persian monkeys are a great addition to a casual lunch! Ha ha!

When you see him just sitting quietly, you know something is up.  Ask him how he is feeling, and he will give you a long appraising stare.  If you continue to meet his eyes, he will finally tell you he isn’t feeling well at all.  The fact that he opens up enough to let you know when he isn’t feeling well is a major show of trust.  You must be doing something right!

What you do after that is highly dependent on his mood.  If he is in a good mood, he will want to have you cuddle up and play with him all day long.  Watching afternoon game shows on TV?  Check.  Playing card games?  Check.  Having ice cream for lunch?  Why not?  It’s just like being a child again.  Are you making him feel better or is he making you feel better? 

Or, if he is feeling down, he will only allow you to talk to him while he continues to lay down.  Don’t think that he isn’t paying attention though.  Not only is he taking in everything you say, but he is also keenly observing you.  If you aren’t careful, he’ll get all your secrets out of you.  Hmm, but you told Azul we had fried chicken that day because you didn’t have time to cook.  So that is what really happened, huh Master?  Don’t worry, I won’t tell…for a price.  I hope you are prepared to play with him all day tomorrow too.

Tags: @thecurrator

[litgwritersroom]

Ok probably the only request but lona needs a fic she wasn’t a love interest but she’s so 🥵🥵🥵

BOYFRIEND

S3 | Iona/MC | 1500+ words | @i-boop-you

At the club, Iona meets someone new. Is she gonna go home with her, or her boyfriend?

🎵 I could be a better boyfriend than him 🎵 I could do the shit that he never did 🎵

Fucking pissing it down. Nothing new there, but Alexa had hoped for a dryer start to the evening than this.

Thanks to her connection, Alexa and her friends were fast-tracked into the club and out of the rain, smiling and giggling as they waltzed by the glares from those standing in line.

The night was in full swing, and so was the club. Already packed, Alexa knew there was no way they’d have gotten in at all if it wasn’t for Ciaran making sure of it. She had to make sure she found him at some point and schmooze over what a beaut he was.

One drink in, then two drinks in, or five if shots were being counted, and she still hadn’t found him. He was showing the club to a couple friends off of Love Island, making a scheduled publicity appearance, but that was done by now, and they’d all probably be drinking up in the offices.

Alexa’s relationship with Ciaran was good enough to fast-track her into the club, but she wasn’t so sure about interrupting him and his friends in staff only areas. She’d leave it for now.

The music pulsed, the thrumming of the beat set to intense. The drinks washed through Alexa, leaving her emboldened. Before she was even on the dancefloor, her body was gyrating to the beat.

One foot on the dancefloor and Alexa spotted Ciaran. Following along with him, chatting and laughing as they made their way through the club, was Bill, Nicky, Camilo, and Iona. They were heading to the smokers section outside, all wearing new designer gear that none of them probably bought. The best dressed, no competition, was Iona.

Her short pixie cut with its baby pink highlights with her forest green outfit was the most effortlessly cool fit Alexa had ever seen. Seeing her in the crowd of boys made Alexa sweat in a way she had never felt before. She wanted her. She wanted her more than she wanted the air in her lungs.

All it took was a look. A stolen glance that Iona would never know Alexa had taken from her. She laughed, but was too far away for Alexa to hear, but the sound drove in her mind, the laugh heavy and tinkling at the same time; like a bell; a weighted chime that Alexa would gladly spend all day ringing just hear that same song playing over and over.

If ever Alexa was going to say hello, now was it. Already, half her friends had broken away to mingle and graft, so her disappearance from the others wasn’t something to worry about. She left, dodging bodies and pushing those who wouldn’t give way. Every guy who passed her tried to make eyes at her, but she wasn’t on the hunt tonight. At least, not for any of them.

Outside again, she was freezing, but like every Irish lass, she soldiered on. All that was to be done was shrug off the dropping temperatures like she wasn’t wearing a two-piece so small it didn’t have enough material to make a decent jacket.

“Ciaran!” She called out, waving him down.

He smiled when he saw her, breaking off the group. All eight eyes followed him until they landed on Alexa. Each as predictable as the last, Bill, Nicky, Camilo, they swept up her body like she was a tall glass of water and they had a quench to thirst. From Bill it wasn’t too bad, but the other boys were both in relationships (or at least, were publicly). Camilo even had his arm around Iona. The sight was like a stab in the heart. It was unreasonable of Alexa to feel this way about a woman she’d only ever seen in person across a crowded room.

To say that Iona never noticed that look from Camilo was an understatement. She was eyeing Alexa with that same heavy, hungry look, like Alexa was everything she never knew she needed. Well, what a shame she had a boyfriend, and what a shame that a moment after he ate Alexa up with his eyes, he hugged Iona in closer to him, like he was assuring her he hadn’t seen Alexa and what a stunner she was. Oh, boys. They really were all the same.

Alexa knew … given the chance … she could do so much better. If only Iona knew…

“Who’s this then, Ciaran?” Bill asked. “Didn’t realise you had a girlfriend hidden away over here.”

Ciaran guffawed. “Nah, Alexa and I aren’t together. We’re just friends.”

Fair game, it was all over Bill’s face. A less convinced look was what Alexa threw back at him, brows arched, lips tight, gaze heavy, almost like she was saying try me.

Once the greetings and introductions were over, Alexa never lingered. Nothing worse than a groupie for celebs she couldn’t even class as C list. Besides, they had plenty of other hangers on, there was no need for Alexa to hover. She wasn’t that interested.

As the night waged on, the drinks kept coming; shots between BVL’s. The longer Alexa spent at the club, the more people she bumped into; it was like going through her old facebook friends list with the amount of people she knew, so many of them who wouldn’t normally head out, come to lurk at the fifteen minutes of fame Ciaran and his friends were grasping at.

At some point, the night had to slow down, and by that point Alexa was pretty tired. She’d had her fill of guys hitting on her no matter how many times she said she wasn’t interested; her feet were already aching in her heels from time spent on the dancefloor.

Several of her friends had headed home already, some with other girlfriends, some with guys they’d picked up. Alexa wanted to say one final goodbye to Ciaran, thanking him one last time.

She scoured the club. It was easier than before, the crowds thinning now there was almost just an hour left until closing. She saw Bill, some other little slice all over him as he whispered in her ear. Alexa wasn’t about to interrupt, but at least she knew the Islanders were all still kicking about.

And like that, her gaze was drawn all the way to the dancefloor. There, like a shining beacon, with the music slowing to a sleek reverberating pulse, drumming along to her movements, the lights flashing to her rhythm, like the world was spinning to the song she wanted to play, was Iona.

Everyone was dancing around her, but she was alone. No boyfriend in sight.

All other thoughts left Alexa as she gazed at this master who’d transfixed her. Jealousy and envy and need and desire washed through her, filling her with longing. Step by step, Alexa got closer and closer, the pain in her feet no longer a burden as she strode across the sticky carpet to the wooden flooring everyone danced on.

The flashing lights flew over her as she stepped down into the pit that held the clubs biggest dancefloor. The whole world could have been squashed in with them, but Alexa only had eyes for her. It was like the sea of bodies were parting for her, like she was meant to get ahead unencumbered, just to dance with her.

Alexa grabbed her wrist, her other hand sliding around Iona’s waist. The sudden touch startled Iona, and her eyes pinged open, landing wide on Alexa. All Alexa had to do was smile and Iona eased at once.

There was no time to chat; the music was too loud. Unless they sang along to the lyrics, no one would have a clue what they were saying, but Alexa didn’t need words for this.

Hands were in hands, chests against chests, hips swaying with hips; Alexa had Iona and she wasn’t letting go. Her lips brushed Iona’s cheek as the crowded room left them to get to know one another. Her perfume smelt like citrus; it burned through Alexa like the tang of lemon. Her mouth fell to Iona’s neck, intent to devour the taste at the source.

Her heavy gaze drew along Iona’s skin, her breath heating the other woman’s skin softly like the sweep of the back of her hand. “So, where’s your boyfriend gone?”

Iona grinned, spinning to face her, her gaze falling too obviously on Alexa’s lips. “Does it matter? The relationships not real anyway. I’m here now.”

Alex grinned. “I’d expect better, even from a fake boyfriend.”

“He’s taken some girl back to the hotel room.”

“So it sounds like you need a place to stay tonight.”

Iona grinned back, biting her lip. “Yeah … I guess I do.”

They danced; Alexa’s heartbeat matching the thrum that was heating up between her legs. All Alexa knew was that she was going home with someone now, that was the gentlemen in her. This was divine intervention. That she knew, and … she would be a better boyfriend than any guy. For Iona. For herself. She wasn’t afraid to prove it.

[moviesatmidnight212]

Bare Necessities Review- Pros and Cons

Finally get to wrap up the rest of the series tonight and fly home tomorrow to doodle! But for now, more Earthspark episode reviews lol.

Pro- Alex being funny with Dot’s prosthetic leg and the opening “rap-or-whatever-you-want-to-call-it-song”. That was cute.

Pro- Nightshade being all beautiful and pointy. I love that even their nails on their hands are talons. Small detail but I like it.

Pro- Aaaaawwwww. Nightshade’s gift was a huuuug to mama Dot. I want them to pick me up and hug me. :(

Con- Aaaaand ten foot tall metal robots are scared of an organic bear beeeecause?

Con-Everything in this episode could have been solved if Dot had a cell phone on her.

Big Con- Nightmare fuel bear???? Da fuck was that!? If I was like 6 or 9 I would not be ok with that thing.

Con- Dot and gang are just going to brush off the Stephen King IT mother fucker and go bird watch? What a mood shift.

Con- how did Alex randomly find them in the woods?

Con- another wasted episode trying to catch an annoying ass bear cub and running away from the other bear. Two episodes left people!! Come on!

Con- No tarantulas again.

[bostonkreme]

I need 2 collect myself, they are all such genuine fine lambskin sluts. tuck me in bed & read me pierre lapin wtf. let’s do this

karl urban gets this unhinged murderous look on his face and I want him to direct it at me

frenchie mon coeur my good trainspotting bitch, are you even alive? I love you. I hate myself. If anything happened 2 u I’d bomb the national archives. c’mere i wanna shave something funny in ur hair. I know u took my fishnets but im not mad they obviously look great. alexa play nuxx by underworld before I START. SCREAMING. just kidding play that song by toulouse. I will risk it all & end up dead or incarcerated.

kimiko could make me do whatever she wanted, queen of cooking & dancing & murder. I wanna be her so bad. I will settle 4 adoring her

would also commit such serious crimes for mothers milk, he makes the slightest facial movement & I am on the edge of my seat. the tension when he pauses. he makes me wanna be a better person fr this is all so grey I’m fine

so so confusingly attracted to jack quaid, he’s exactly age appropriate & I love a well meaning comedic disaster, but…lineage. I know it’s you parent trap, I’ve got mail ok, I can’t look at you knowing I wanted to fuck your parents before I even knew what that meant. you look exactly like both of them get away from me

I’m upset about starlight going full instagram face. but I get it. everyone has filler, that’s not what I’m talking about. I understand that nose jobs are basically a welcome mat for an entertainment career, but when ppl in their 20s get buccal fat removal??? etc

it makes me sad, she was SO cute in jessica jones & is obviously gorgeous now, I just hope she’s okay later in life. I worry about people who seriously alter their faces super young!! fucking look at what they already did to dove cameron, for gods sake someone explain. I thought the point of cosmetic procedures & plastic surgery was to touch up what you already have AS you age or change something that makes you really insecure, but we are spitting out carbon copied barbies FULLY FACIALLY TRANSPLANTED BEFORE AGE 30 at a rate I cannot handle!!

discover the joy of playing with every weird kind of barbie why don’t u. how…what’s the long term testing on that much surgery in your 20s for purely cosmetic purposes? how does it hold up & affect your nerves? who was patient zero. do you realize what it looks like after a decade when a surgeon didn’t do your eyelids EXACTLY right? who wants to worry about that??

help I actually don’t know, I’m just frustrated in a way that is hard to articulate. obv I have my own image hang ups like we all do & I’m not saying erin moriarty specifically got a full head transplant & none of this is on her at all. she should do whatever & not have to explain it & when she shows up somewhere looking like this I’m like………

carry on madam, as u were, I would never even dream of challenging you??? I can handle that our eyes no longer both squint unevenly when we lopsidedly smile. and the outrageous editing, do ppl really always do that outside of photoshoots? yes. they do. wtf. none of these pictures match & you’re already so good looking. why must everyone have the exact same face without even the slightest defining characteristics. and almost everyone doing this was pretty much already industry standard gorgeous to begin with???

decided I’m going grey AND getting so much filler. I would like the sexy old witch package, just age me right up I’m tired. where in the hell was I going w this. oh jesus christ that’s right yeah I’d die 4 starlight like I do not have any notes for her I don’t think. god, so much happened I really don’t know

maeve. maeve?? QUEEN MAEVE. I will rip out every single inch of every single metro line with my bare hands & become the movie volcano. I will sink the entire eastern seaboard into the atlantic if you ever scare me like that again. love you.

the a-train storyline was like watching the writers meticulously craft two perfect beautiful puffy little cannolis & then when I’m about 2 cry at the sheer wonder of these pastries in front of me they shove them both in my ears at mach speed

antony starr is so gifted at making me hate him, I can’t even tell if he’d be attractive with brown hair bc the picture when I pause is too small and I’m already so afraid

I can’t look at chace crawford without thinking abt that girl who publicly shit herself in front of him, what a fucking queen, I know I have the screenshot somewhere bc I would never delete it. shelly miscavige is still missing btw

they gave black noir some dialogue & that was rly where they went with it. an episode that dealt so much additional trauma to my already fragile psyche that it straight up canceled out what I was already carrying around in real life. what if we all died with him in first person lmfao. my fucking synapses quit firing. I am no longer a girl, I’m a fucking iPod touch with a cracked screen playing map of tasmania by amanda palmer & I will remain this way probably at least thru the end of the week. do not plug me in or take me off repeat 1 okay just let me vibe, thank u

jensen. another very specific kind of ‘it’s 2005 and channel 3 the WB is blaring on my fatback tv with a huge antenna & we can’t acknowledge gavin degraw or he gets louder’ type of brain damage. wait now it’s 2009, do u guys wanna see my bloody valentine 3d? yeah it’s only been 5 mins but this guy is definitely the deranged killer. his friends like. abandoned him in a mine shaft.

I actually feel bad 4 him if he’s completely straight bc he definitely got offered so much dick in late 90s LA

this bitch is lifted shifted higher than the ceiling. did god take away his dog or did I hallucinate that. idk that was the best/worst month ever and I didn’t make it to the last season but I also don’t wanna say how far I did make it

what the god damn fuck do u want me 2 say

how’s it hangin coward why’d you put a sock on it

oh right the character. he’s the worst. what if we made stucky happen except he’s one person & he’s fucking himself. what if we rolled those two enormous old fruits into a stale swisher & let charlie sheen smoke it behind a gander mountain

red headed crazy girl from jessica jones is holding this show together. the affection I feel for her is tangible. she can rip out my hair instead, I’ve got extra fr

HOT SENATOR. I CANT EVEN REMEMBER HER NAME I AM SO FUCKING SORRY, GOD. MY BRAIN TURNED OFF EVERY TIME. IT’S VICTORIA. ALSO QUEEN OF MURDER

cherie 💕🥰💖 we will have a winter wedding. im thinking bordighera but whatever she wants

resurrect the milf. I can’t stand the udders and this psychotic prick needs his fucking mommy milkies bc no one ever fucking loved him and actually I shouldn’t even have to factor that in for that choice to be on the table. im kidding that would be dumb but what happened to her fkn baby lmfao was it super. don’t talk to me about the other kid I CANT

laser baby’s day out is still the best part of this universe. I believe that firmly

the real life political echoes are feeling a little too on the nose. kripke, I’m FINALLY ready to fight u and win. ugh, good job I think 😂

im good. im fine

[i-lovethatforme]

i have no idea what your taste in music is, so sorry if you hate these 😂 but, here’s for the song rec thingy: Happier when you’re gone by alt-j, calm down by rema, the curse of the blackened eye by orville peck, and tomorrow by jorja smith.

idk if i could explain the music taste apart from sublime so so true xxxxxxxx

happier when you're gone - alt-j

it's okay - not something i would choose to listen to but i wouldn't be mad if someone put it on!

calm down - rema

kinda catchy - i am calm????? like they weren't wrong w their song title?! i would relisten!!!

the curse of the blackened eye - orville peck

ok i really like this - vibey!!! nothing to loHOOOSE love a song that does that!!!!

tomorrow - jorja smith

ok i really like this - beaut voice so true. can see myself trying and failing to sing this while stuck in traffic.

thanks for the recs!!!! xxxxxxxxxx

[curryaboo]

— hiii! i was tagged by @banglatown @bengayli @jentlemahae @chameli aaand @/minteas to do this “get to know me better/20 questions” tag!! thank u so much beauts!! <3<3<3<3<3

🪁 what do you prefer to be called name-wise?

rao is absolutely fine!! <33

🪁 when is your birthday?

oct 13 :) i share it with some,, prominent people in popular culture and politics which aren’t rlly MY personal faves but wtvr it just goes to prove i’m the superior oct 13 baby !

🪁 where do you live?

the uk :<

🪁 three things you’re doing right now?

answering these questions, sorting out some spotify playlists in between answering these questions & casting my eyes between lines of james acaster’s classic scrapes and my phone (sunny @/amarakaran mentioned the book on one of her tag games n very kindly gave me the link to it and i jumped str8 to reading it! u know you’ve watched too many things featuring james acaster when u now read his book in his exact voice :/)

🪁 four fandoms that have piqued your interest right now?

bbc ghosts (ppl have some amazing theories n opinions surrounding it but i would not advise looking up the tag on here and sorting thru recent god bless youse but there are some awful takes there) aaand idk ig a range of kpop groups but i don’t rlly participate in the fandom sides of things anymore (and i’m not consuming a lot of new media or at least keeping up to date with the media that i do to label myself as being interested in being part of the fandom)

🪁 how is the pandemic treating you?

icl now that i’m seeing it in retrospect, it’s been cruel in the sense that it’s taken a lot of important things away from me (my last two years of high school for example i’m rlly bummed abt that) & stunted me in some ways but regardless i’ve learnt a lot about myself and my friends & family and yeah i’ve learnt to cherish myself and my loved ones all the same :)

🪁 song you can’t stop listening to right now?

boy am i glad this question is here bc since yesterday ? maybe i’ve been listening to gal mitthi mitthi endlesslyyy i think my brain chemicals recognise that we haven’t been to a wedding for the past 2 summers so it tries to fill the void by fixating on this one wedding-y song 💔💔

🪁 recommend a movie

PLS if u haven’t already , pls watch assassination nation bc i need someone to begrudgingly revel with in the absolute shit show pisstake of a movie that this is . (as a side note: my soul will not know peace until kennie jd does a video on it) on a more serious side, english vinglish is one of my most favourite films 10000/10 recommend pls go see it if u haven’t it’s an absolute warm hug of a movie <3

🪁 how old are you?

18 :)

🪁 school, university, occupation, other?

gap year babieee my soul is just wondering the place rn

🪁 do you prefer hot or cold?

cold !!

🪁 name one fact others may not know about you.

uhmm i lived in bangladesh for about 9-10 months when i was abt 4 and it was so amazing i miss it very much :’]

🪁 are you shy?

yes quite shy :} but i will always put effort into getting to know someone or initiating a convo !!

🪁 do you have any preferred pronouns?

i was in turmoil over them rlly but she/they is what i’m comfy with rn ! :D

🪁 any pet peeves?

other than some obvious ones, when ppl open things like crisps packets upside down,, that disgusts me truly

🪁 what’s your favourite “dere” type?

i would be a liar if i said i wasn’t biased towards a good bakadere but not too much that it annoys me lmao

🪁 rate your life 1-10. 1 being really crappy and 10 being the best you could ever be.

hmm rn it’s maybe a 5?? i’m grateful for so many things but there is def a lot of room for improvement :] (actually i just got on a 3 month free trial for spotify today so that just bumped the 5 up to a 6 😌)

🪁 what’s your main blog?

this one right here jaanoo.tumblr.com !!

🪁 list your side blogs and what they’re used for.

i don’t have any but i’ve been thinking of making one for aesthetics or like future references ??

🪁 is there anything you think people need to know about you before becoming friends with you?

uhmm again i am quite shy teehee™️ imo there’s a noticeable difference between when we were yk just friendly towards each other vs when we actually become friends and i’m more comfortable with u . that’s not to say that i was being fake in the earlier instances of u knowing me, i was just a lot more reserved :) i’m also one of those *is online 24/7 but gets virtual interaction burnout every 2 hours so postpones replying to ur message to 3 days later* which sucks skfjdsj but yeah if there was anything that i’d need to know about YOU it’d be if u had any dietary requirements bc i love baking for my friends <333

ok now i’m gonna embarrass myself more than i already have & tag a lot of ppl bc i’m super nosey like that and want to know my mutuals’ answers to these 🥸 ofc u can absolutely ignore this and not want to do it we’re not under any contractual binding here <33 @allenoraaa @okhag @watermlon @gayanese @letteredwingsmain @theropoda @holyself @txtzy @creatures2010 @junqhwans @mistblush @snsdyuri @waterz @derelicthousefootage @killuaology @staycverse @amarakaran @tendermachines @shahrukh-khan @peachysara @firesigns @postmoderncaricatures @horrormanga @iqraars @123dream @sunmisbf @avisachi @bengaligirlfriend @morksuns @czennie-on-top @markvibes @joppin @nyuly @shin-jiyoon @99lover @mithaai @chamelis @thefinalgirlz @nikolailantsovswifey @mehendi @yerification @oneustual @singinginthecar @yejiswife @lovedsoup @mangopickled and uhh tumblr’s not letting me annoy tag anymore ppl so if u wanna do this and ur not on the list (ur in my heart 💕 and in an ideal world where tumblr automatically tags all my mutuals 😑) u can say i tagged u if you’d like!! ^_^

[anxious2dsimp]

Everything He's Not | Iwaizumi x GN! Reader | Short Fic

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Flavour: Angst (Reader x Cheater!Oikawa) to Fluff (Reader x Iwaizumi)💔→☁️

Reader: Gender Neutral!

Format: Short Fic (alternating between two sides of the story, y/n and Iwa's)

Part: 1 out of 2 (read part 2 here)

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Y/N, has dated the very popular Oikawa Toru for a while, through him becoming friends with his group. However, little do they know about a certain stoic ace's feelings for his best friend's s/o. When Oikawa screws up big time, will Iwaizumi's true feelings finally show? And what will Y/N do when everything goes down?

Warnings: Cheating, cursing, breakups, basically Oikawa x Reader angst turned into Iwaizumi x Reader fluff.

A/N: I wrote this for myself a while back but I edited it into a gender-neutral reader insert on a sleep-deprived whim (sorry if there are any mistakes, feel free to let me know!) Ik it's very random, but hopefully someone likes it :)

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Your POV

Dating Oikawa Toru was definitely different from what you expected; at first you were weary about the volleyball star, but after giving him a chance you started to see the real him. Yes, he was the captain of a powerhouse’s Volleyball team and had a ton of fangirls, but really he was just a regular guy with dorky interests and an alien obsession, which was the side of him you fell for. It wasn’t all great, dealing with his fangirls was rough; luckily you were safe being from another school, but they’d take any chance they had to try and gain Oikawa’s interest, flirting with him as he did the same back, not with bad intentions, it was just his personality. It did slightly annoy you, but you knew he was clear that we were together and wouldn’t take things further, he was just keeping up his image, and he promised you that was all.

Since your Karasuno friends didn’t particularly like your relationship with the setter (though they did respect it), you two hung out with his Aoba Johsai friends; that’s how your friendship with Iwa, Makki, and Mattsun started. You all became good friends, so they all helped you keep Oikawa in line while at school (especially Iwaizumi). Since you got along so well your friendship became its own thing besides Oikawa, and before you realized it, you and Iwa were such good friends that you chatted almost daily on the phone.

You don’t know what exactly made you bond so much, maybe you were similar in the sense that you were both used to being lowkey, keeping things together behind the scenes; regardless, you both enjoyed each other’s company. That Tuesday afternoon was one of those days, Oikawa had something to do at school, so Iwaizumi invited you, Makki, and Mattsun over to his place to wait for the captain like you usually did since it was the closest to the school.

So, you just chilled like always, laughing and playing video games, talking about whatever came to mind. While you were in the middle of a Mario Kart match, you heard the front door of the apartment open, “(y/n)-chan! I’m sorry for the delay~” the brunette said in a sing-song voice.

“Hi to you too, Oikawa,” said Makki, poking fun at him, to which he just rolled his eyes and walked over to the couch. “Aren’t you gonna give me a kiss?” Oikawa asked standing in front of the screen, causing all four of you to start yelling at him to get out of the way, making him pout. “One sec, Toru-chan,” you said, biting your lip while focusing on keeping your first place intact for the last lap. The setter just giggled and got out of the way, walking around the sofa to stand behind you.

Iwaizumi’s POV

‘Eyes on the screen Iwaizumi,’ the ace told himself as he tried to focus on the game, attempting to ignore the way Oikawa kissed (y/n)’s neck while they played, trying to get their attention but failing miserably other than a giggle here and there. Iwa could tell by the way their (e/c) colored eyes pierced the screen that they wanted to win. The boy could see why his best friend liked them, unlike most people (y/n) actually treated Oikawa like a normal person, which definitely got him going. It wasn’t just that though, you all became such good friends because they’re smart, funny and beyond kind; but that’s all you were, friends. So why did it make him moody to see them be all couple-y?

After all, they were together while he was just the friend, the one who kept the fangirls off Oikawa so (y/n) didn’t have to worry because he couldn’t do it himself. Even though Toru was Iwaizumi’s best friend since they were kids, he couldn’t help but think that his friend wasn’t the greatest boyfriend. However, that was the same reason why he couldn’t say anything either, after all, they made him happy and vice versa, so he just kept telling himself to keep his damn eyes on the screen.

Luckily for him, the game was soon over so you all ordered takeout and sat around talking. “Yo, (y/n), there’s this new scary movie on Netflix, we should watch it this Friday night,” Mattsun stated, stealing one of Maki’s fries and throwing it in his mouth. “That sounds fun, but I can’t Friday! Karasuno has a friendly match against a few Tokyo schools this weekend so we leave Thursday after school,” (y/n) explained with a sweet smile, Iwaizumi’s eyes casually wondering over to Oikawa to see him looking upset.

‘Ugh, here goes,’ the spiker thought to himself. Lately, Toru had been restless and uncomfortable because according to him, his s/o was slipping away from him. Oikawa had somehow managed to convince himself that Karasuno had made it their mission to get their manager (y/n) to stop liking him and had been getting increasingly dramatic and jealous lately for no reason.

“But I thought we were going to hang out this weekend,” Oikawa whined as he pouted at his significant other, trying to seem jokingly disappointed though his best friend could tell he actually was upset. “Babe, we literally talk every day and we hung out all this past weekend, and today,” (y/n) said taking his hand.

“Plus, you have friends too, Shittykawa,” Hajime said, trying to get his friend’s mind out of that dark place since he knew he was more prone to make stupid comments when it was there. Oikawa didn’t drop it, insisting on how they were talking less as (y/n) continued to explain that school had been busy and how he also had responsibilities that took up his time. They eventually got him to shut up, but Iwaizumi couldn’t shake the concern that he was being too stupid, and it felt like he was getting closer and closer to making a mistake.

Your POV

You had to admit you did feel guilty when you told Toru you were leaving for the weekend, it was true that you had been way too busy with school and that neither of you had much free time, but you knew that your feelings for him were still strong. So, that Thursday after school you were happy and excited to hear that the trip had been postponed and you’d actually travel on Saturday morning because Sensei had a very important meeting on Friday afternoon. With the change of plans, you decided to go surprise your boyfriend, and it already being late in the afternoon, by the time you got to his place he would be home.

As you got off the bus by his place and got closer to his house, the sun beginning to set, a couple by a small park caught your eye, causing a soft smile to appear on your face. That park was always where you two would hang out when you wanted to be just the two of you. Walking closer, however, the smile quickly disappeared as you realized the “couple” was none other than Oikawa himself with one of his persistent fans he told you not to worry about. ‘Maybe they’re just hanging out as friends,’ or at least that’s what you told yourself as you squinted and kept walking.

Picking up your pace you got closer, now being able to see their faces more clearly in the dimly lit park only to watch them kiss, the girl’s arms around his neck while Oikawa’s hand slid up her thigh. You didn’t know what to do, so you just stood there in shock as silent tears began to fall down your face. Almost as if you were in a trance, you reached into your pocket and took out your phone, dialing his number as you saw the brunette react.

He looked down surprised at his phone screen as he scooted apart from the girl and picked up the call as if it was nothing. “Hey beaut-” he started to say before you cut him off, not having the strength to hear his happy tone. “How could you?!” you sobbed angrily into the phone as his face became anxious. “What’s wrong babe?” How could he try to play it off as if he had no idea?

“You lying, cheating, son of a bitch! We’re over,” you yelled angrily, hanging up right as his eyes met yours. You were close enough to see the horrified and heartbroken expression on his face, but before he could say anything you turned around and just ran. Grabbing the straps of your backpack you sprinted back down the streets, your vision blurry with tears as your (h/c) hair was pushed back by the wind. It was only when you were back at the bus station and were sure that Oikawa was nowhere to be seen that you stopped and realized; you didn’t know where to go next.

You could go to your Karasuno friends, but you weren’t in the mood to hear “I told you so” and couldn’t go home to not worry your family. As you sat there and looked at the screen blankly, tears continuing to fill your eyes, a notification appeared. ‘Hey loser, how’s the trip going?’ you read as your eyes looked at Iwa’s name by the message. He was your best shot, you were close and he wouldn’t judge, so without opening your phone again and ignoring all of Oikawa’s calls you jogged over to Iwaizumi’s place.

After ringing the apartment and hiding your teary and now out of breath voice in the intercom, Iwa’s mom buzzed you in, and once you got to his floor you were greeted by Iwaizumi looking concerned, more so once he saw the state you were in. “(y/n), are you ok?” Iwaizumi asked as he walked over to you, hugging you as you hid in his arms and sobbed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know where else to go. It’s Oikawa,” you explained as he nodded and got you inside. He made some tea and brought it with you two to his room, both of you sitting on his bed. “Ok, what did Shittykawa do now?” he asked as he looked up at you and handed over a warm mug. “D- did you know h-he was cheating on me?” you managed to stutter out between sobs, trying to sound collected but being embarrassed by your inability to do so.

“He- wHAT?!” His reaction startled you, and when you looked up from the cup and saw his horrified, furious expression it made you feel less like you were overreacting. “I- the trip got postponed to Saturday morning, so I went to surprise him to his place and saw him in our bench making out with one of his fangirls,” you explained, watching as Iwa’s face became angrier and angrier, realizing how you don’t think you’ve ever seen him like this, “I’m sorry I came to you, I know you’re best friends.”

Iwaizumi’s POV

Seeing them like this was already painful, but learning what Oikawa did was too much, Iwaizumi couldn’t believe how his friend could do this to (y/n). The spiker had never cared when he did stuff like this or worse than this to his fangirls. After all, he thought, they were the ones stupid enough to be blinded by his charm, but he never fathomed Oikawa would be able to do something like that to someone as great as you. “What? Hey, don’t even dare apologize,” he stated firmly as he took both mugs and set them by the bedside table, hugging (y/n) tightly and feeling them snuggle into him as they cried. Seeing them like this killed him. ‘Fuck Oikawa,’ he thought to himself, ‘if before I had stayed out of the way because they were good for each other that’s no longer the case.’

“I’m so sorry he did this to you; I should have stopped him. If I had known I would have, I should have been paying more attention,” the ace rambled into (y/n)’s hair as they cried softly, getting angry at himself before being interrupted by them pushing themselves away from him gently to look up at his face. “Why are you apologizing as if this was your fault? Iwa, he’s the one who’s an asshole, not you,” they stated, wiping a tear from their face.

“Because,” was he really going to say this? Screw it, here goes nothing, he told himself before continuing, “I knew you deserved better than him, but I convinced myself he would be different with you because I saw how good you were to him, and how happy you looked.” (y/n) just looked at him, mouth slightly ajar as they seemed to process what the boy had said. He couldn’t take the silence anymore so to avoid the blush he felt was beginning to appear on his cheeks he asked; “so did you dump him?” They nodded, looking down at their cup of tea as they chuckled and replied; “on the spot, over the phone.”

Iwaizumi chuckled back, releasing some of the nerves; “serves him right.” They smiled weakly at his comment and absentmindedly ran their fingers through their hair, My god were they gorgeous, Hajime thought to himself, only then realizing it was the first time it was just the two of them in his room, suddenly becoming self-conscious. Calm down, he told himself while taking a deep breath, looking over at (y/n). 'They just broke up with their boyfriend, being here with you is their last concern,' or so he thought. “Do you… want to watch (favorite movie) and eat ice cream?” the spiker suggested after thinking for a moment, he knew that was their favorite movie, and ice cream helps get over jerks, right?

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walpurga-nacht-academy: 👑🏹🐾 for Dwyn?

Thanks for the ask! :3c

👑 what relationship does your oc have with Vil?

Dwyn holds a general respect for Vil, admiring his work ethic and performances both for school and his career. They don’t quite understand Rosa’s obsession(?) with Vil, but he’s someone Dwyn does look up to. They don’t interact much, but they’re polite and courteous to each other.

🏹 what relationship does your oc have with Rook?

While Dwyn does agree with Rook on certain aspects (Beaute), they have an intense…dislike for him. They’re constantly annoyed by his presence in some way, and disapprove of his rather unique and eccentric observations of certain characters. They’re not the type to be often outright mean to people, but Rook does annoy them enough that they snap a little with a small amount of effort. I imagine it gets worse if Rook finds out Dwyn is half-fae, since they also become a target of sorts. Overall, Dwyn doesn’t like Rook, and he easily ranks the top 3, if not the most annoying NRC student in Dwyn’s mind.

🐾 what relationship does your oc have with Ruggie?

Ok this is a little long, cause I didn’t bother making a simplified version of the whole chunk of relationship stuff that was in my docs and just copied and pasted the whole thing bc I’m lazy so enjoy lmao

The two first met unofficially during the Interschool MagiShift Tournament in their first year. Ruggie had a bit of time on the pitch due to his athletic ability and trickster-like play style. He spots Dwyn, a tall lanky first year, dressed in the WNA cheerleader outfit for NRC and seeming as though they’re out of place. They also happen to be sketching something, looking up every once in a while, and Ruggie, for all his humbleness, feels as though they’re looking at him.

They officially met around the time of the Spring Debutante Ball of that year. The quiet, awkward Dwyn had mainly been sketching Ruggie while the Savanaclaw student seemed lost among the small crowd of fellow first years and even second years who found him adorable and intriguing. Dwyn offered some reprieve due to their penchant for being alone, though Ruggie eventually went with a Rosenhex girl while Dwyn skipped attending that year.

For the most part, Dwyn and Ruggie had a comfortable friendship of sorts, albeit they were more like friendly acquaintances than friends as they were still rather distant. They exchanged the occasional letter and greeted each other at any events that both of their schools attended.

Their friendship didn’t start progressing until the Spring Debutante Ball of their second year. Dwyn had attempted to invite Ruggie, but Ruggie had already promised to go with another girl who had asked him earlier. He notices the girl become a little quieter for the days leading up to the ball, unlike the friendly, somewhat outgoing self that they’ve become over the past year. Still, he doesn’t think much of it until the ball itself.

During the Ball, Ruggie notices that Dwyn looks uncomfortable and the next thing he knows they’re gone. He wraps up his business with whoever he’s dancing with and slips out. He smells the salt and he already feels the dread building. The scent just gets stronger and he starts to notice a few drops of tears on the floor here and there. He walks just a little faster until he breaks into a small jog and reaches the gardens.

He finds Dwyn, looking disheveled. Their hair looks grossly textured with obvious marks where they tied it up for the ball and crusty bits of hairspray. Their makeup has smeared on their face and onto their arm, and their heels are haphazardly thrown off to the side. Dwyn tries to make themselves look more put together and asks Ruggie to leave them alone for a bit. Ruggie knows he should but hearing them sound so broken for once only reaffirms that Dwyn is in no state to be left alone. Ruggie doesn’t know how to comfort Dwyn, so he just ends up sitting next to them and letting them lean on him. He asks Dwyn’s little friends to get makeup remover somewhere and he gently gets rid of their makeup. They generally just stay in a comfortable silence for the rest of the night, with Ruggie singing a little folk song popular with the neighbourhood kids to lure Dwyn to sleep.

After the rather awkward scene, Dwyn goes to apologise the next day, which leads to them taking Ruggie out for donuts to make up to Ruggie. The boy doesn’t actually mind, but he’s not about to turn down free food when offered. They bond over casual talk about schoolwork, classmates, and their hobbies. One outing turns to two, then four, then regular ones whenever Ruggie’s free. They become to get closer, and Dwyn off-handedly mentions their bad experiences with the Balls for 2 years, being too self-conscious to attend the first year and their breakdown during earlier.

Later on, Ruggie plans a makeup dance of sorts for Dwyn a few weeks after the Ball. He gets some of the Savanaclaw boys as well as a few WNA girls to set up a simple setting for a recreation of the dance Dwyn didn’t get to have at the Ball. Neither of them really pay attention to the “correct” dance steps, opting for fun, impromptu random dance moves ranging from adorable to madness. They grow closer over the makeup dance, and have a comfortable friendship. Dwyn’s crush starts about this time, seeing Ruggie smiling widely underneath the moonlight as they dance together. Ruggie notices his own during another outing between the two of them when a Savanaclaw member mentioned Ruggie’s “date” and he had that in mind when he saw Dwyn laughing.

Dwyn starts having trouble confessing because their relationship with Ruggie started off with them relying on Ruggie in a way as well as money and they’re not sure how to approach the entire thing in general. Ruggie’s also having some issues because he was initially in for the money and he still kinda is in a way but he’s also developed a crush and he doesn’t want Dwyn to think he’s only in for the money.

Ruggie offers to treat Dwyn to a meal, using Leona’s money/money he got with pawning Leona’s gifts, to sort of try and progress things but there’s Dwyn who knows Ruggie’s household struggling with income (plus feeding the neighbouring kids too) so they don’t want Ruggie to have more expenses when they’re not really necessary ones. They end up with a compromise of sorts which is Ruggie offering to cook using stuff from NRC so he doesn’t have to spend a lot of madol even if he has to, while also taking some of the burden off of Dwyn BUT while their feelings are evolving into something more, their relationship barely has any progress at all.

Dwyn is starting to feel guilty because they haven’t actually been accepting anything positive Ruggie has said about them, they only seemed to do so because they don’t want Ruggie to worry (especially knowing that he saw how they were like during the ball) and they don’t want Ruggie to feel guilty for not being able to help them when they’re the one going around in circles. Ruggie sort of picked up on Dwyn’s struggle but he’s not entirely sure what’s Dwyn’s issue with themself so he doesn’t want to say anything. He eventually asks Dwyn to tell him, to which Dwyn isn’t sure how to respond and they drift apart for a bit as a result of awkwardness. Ruggie knows that Dwyn has unaddressed issues but not he is unable to help when Dwyn doesn’t want to address those issues, and they ended up drifting apart out of comfort.

Dwyn is the first to break the silence after mulling it over for weeks as they give Ruggie a poem that talks about their struggles. it’s simple enough to convey the basic idea for Ruggie to understand but they also write in more details about their problems. Ruggie goes to Leona for help at first but Leona takes one brief look at the poem and tells Ruggie to try deciphering it himself because Leona can tell the poem is clearly meant for Ruggie’s eyes only, so when Ruggie finally gets the last detail after weeks of hard work, he hands the poem back to Dwyn along with a simple, not really poetic response at the back (which is his attempt at poetry of sorts) and the two make amends.

There’s no verbal confession until months into them dating. The beginning of their romance starts with Adyna having an important study to do elsewhere. Dwyn was going to be left home alone for the holidays, and Ruggie invites them over to his house to spend the holidays together to take advantage of the opportunity.

Teasing aside, Dwyn gets along really well with everyone. Ruggie comes back and sees Dwyn having sat for hours listening to the old grandmas and grandpas of the neighbourhood telling stories about their youth. The next day he comes back to Dwyn all sweaty and glowy in the sunset from playing with the kids. The day after that it’s Dwyn helping the adults mend stuff, or helping people look put together for job interviews while on a limited budget.

One day, he comes back to Dwyn resting alongside his grandma, who’s telling stories about Ruggie and the rest of his family. he’s there hidden for long enough to hear how soft and, dare he say, infatuated Dwyn sounds, and he’s blushing for the rest of the evening while trying to act normal around Dwyn. He hears Dwyn quietly whispering little poetic prayers to his mum late at night while they think he’s asleep, since Ruggie refers to his mum as having “returned to the stars” when he mentioned it to Dwyn. He doesn’t understand half of the prayers, especially since it’s by ear and it’s not like he has a physical copy for him to write down notes on, but they commonly revolve around a trait of Ruggie’s that Dwyn admires, which comes through quite clearly.

Dwyn, on the other hand, hopes to get the approval of the neighbourhood by helping them out. they want to confess to Ruggie but they’ve been debating on how to confess. No method seems right or perfect for the occasion, and they struggle with putting their feelings into words.

Ruggie uses the last few days of the holidays to put together a nice little date under the stars where they can just relapse into the comfortable silence they’re so familiar with. they don’t say anything but the physical contact gradually evolves. they intertwine pinkies, and it becomes hand holding (like basic hand holding) and then lacing fingers together, and by the end of the night they’re cuddling, still holding hands with Ruggie’s face buried in Dwyn’s neck

Dwyn later hands over another poem which basically boils down to them confessing their love and attempting to ask Ruggie out. Ruggie has it with him all the time for the few days afterwards, mulling the offer over while simultaneously freaking out about the fact that his crush is requited. He thinks up all sort of scenarios to return the confession: taking Dwyn out on a date, planning out whole scripts of confessions and all the things he likes about Dwyn…However, the second he sees Dwyn he runs over and hugs them. Dwyn is surprised, but returns the hug, and they spend the rest of the day being fluffy and cute. While the confession wasn’t exactly confirmed, they became much closer with each other.

TL;DR: Much slow burn strangers-to-friends-to-lovers. Ghost Donuts is just all the slow burn

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around the way girl | knj (m.)

synopsis ↳namjoon kim was the man you’d fallen in love with in college, while existing in a society where ambw relationships are rare.

→part of the bring it back collection!

— 1990’s!au; strangers to lovers!au

→pairing: underground rapper!kim namjoon x beauty supply store worker!black female reader

→genre: fluff, smut

→word count: 4.7k+

→contents ⨯ warnings: that beautiful, interracial love (AMBW) [if you’re racist, fuck off my page!] some major fluff action here, joon is so soft, (I stg he’s a dom but also a hopeless romantic. the DUALITY. agsgsjlldlejd), rapper joon makes an appearance, sweet love making, name calling (cute shit, I promise), also the use of DADDY, lots of kissing and caressing, body worshiping, oral (f receiving), protected sex (no glove, no love baby), fingering, over-stimulation, namjoon is so inspired by hip hop culture, y’all I tried really hard to sprinkle some 90′s vibes in there so bare with me ok,

a/n: heyyyy loves! I wanted to do something different, considering that I hardly come across any fics (specifically BTS) with a woc or simply a black reader. so here’s one to all of my beautiful, black queens out there! much love to you all & I want you to know I am here & stand with you.  

song rec: “around the way girl” by ll cool j

☞ disclaimer: If any of the warnings listed above offends you in any way, please do not read. It is not my intention to start any sort of debate/argument in regards to racism, culture appropriation, etc. Therefore if any characters, settings, and/or facts/statements are incorrect, please disregard. However, this body of text is for entertainment purposes only. All characters, settings, scenarios, and dialogue are fictitious. Any similarity to events or persons, whether living or dead, is coincidental.

It was like a movie, from start to finish. Growing up, times were hard and challenges never ceased to fade. But, you pushed through — the good, the bad, and the ugly. Lost ones along the way, realized you couldn’t trust everyone, but you grew. As an independent, young, black woman living in America. And then something happened, that changed everything.

The year of 1998, when fall semester classes at your college just ended, which called for finding a seasonal job for the time being. And that’s how you ended up working at Queen Beauty Supply about two blocks from your place. You grew up knowing Mr. Park (who is the owner and now your boss) all your life. As you were a child, your mother supported his business, always stocking up on flexi rods, Just for Me relaxers, Goody brushes, and all. Even the endless amounts of barrette balls of every color you could think of, she made sure you had. And seeing that you blossomed, Mr. Park was more than honored to hire you for a seasonal gig. You loved him as if he was your family, just as well as he loved you.

It all started that one evening when you worked the register, fancy-ing some Poetic Justice-style braids, showcasing your figure with a halter top and mom jeans. A small stereo behind you blared the latest hits on the radio, Jon B currently on play. You flipped through the latest issue of Word Up! Magazine, admiring the new spread that featured Mya, Monica, and Brandy — your two in. acrylic, nails dragging across the pages. The sound of the bell jingles over the door, indicating the arrival of a customer. Your gaze turns up to greet said customer, and your eyes meet with the fellow that entered.

And damn were you blown away for a hot sec. He was cute, really cute. You hadn’t even realized he asked you something, while standing in front of you on the opposite side of the counter. He’s Asian, obviously. His eyes having told it all. They were different, not shaped like yours, but beautiful. Which was intriguing. But him simple being here in a beauty supply store was interesting, Yes, it’s ironic. The owner himself being Asian, but the intended audience is your fellow black folks. You could tell he’s obviously inspired by your culture since he sported a bucket hat and a loose, white tee that may have been just two sizes too big for him — which is rare nowadays to find on an Asian man. But, you don’t question it. Of course, you’re well aware people of all races are influenced by hip hop culture so in a way, it doesn’t surprise you as much. Okay, maybe a little. But still.

“Can I help you?” His eyes did a weird thing, but it was cute. He was cute.

“Do you have du-rags here?” Your eyebrows raise and head cocks to the side, having abandoned the magazine you were just reading.

“What do you want with a du-rag?” You question, knowing well the texture of his hair can’t form into waves, so you suppose it’s for a fashion statement. He starts blushing, his eyes shut and beautiful pearly whites on display. Damn, did he have you hooked on the spot and you didn’t even know his name yet. You had to hurry up and get him out of here for your own sake, so you took the lead. A few beats passed before he realized you were leading the way to what he needed. He stumbled a little.

“It’s uh- For my performance,” He slips, trailing behind you while passing by the rows of hair-care products, leading towards the back of the store.

“Performance? You dance?” You question, while strutting down the row of where the brushes, combs, barrettes and the jewelry wall was displayed — purposely swaying your hips back and forth just a tad too much for dramatic effect. He definitely noticed, his eyes glued to your form and wondering how your jeans could mold those curves so perfectly.

He blushes at the thought but replies, “I’m a rapper,” And that’s when you stop in your tracks, flipping your braids behind your back and placing your hand on your hip, giving him the same expression that you gave at the counter.

“A rapper?” You ask, while taking him in from head to toe. You notice his white Air Force Ones.

Damn, he is so fine.

He has style, you’ll admit that. But an Asian rapper? That’s unheard of, at least in your neighborhood.

“Do you, boo.” You shrug, while gesturing toward the wall on your left, that displayed various colors of du-rags. You step away to return to the register and then he speaks again.

“What about Blue Magic?” As if he hadn’t surprised you enough, you cross your arms, facing him.

“Well…. it depends on what you want.” You pause, and roll on your heels to walk again, he follows behind you.

“We have coconut oil, but the hair food is out of stock right now. The hair and scalp treatment is limited quantity, but we do have Castor Oil and Super Sure Gro.” You arrive at the row of hair care products, with numerous brands of oils, treatments, and more that cover the shelves. After leaving him there, you admired the way his eyes were shot wide, and you knew damn well he was not 100% sure of what he was looking at — as he searched for the product that piqued his interest.

And so it became a regular occurrence. He’d come in at least once every two weeks, buying the same thing. A du-rag and Super Sure Gro. Some days you’d even be a little extra to “up” your appearance, in hopes he’d notice or in some fantasy world, he’d compliment you. Maybe even ask about you or your day. Or if you’d like to go watch a movie with him or even hit up a spot for some good food. You ponder if he’d be into trying soul food someday. Your mom always did say that a way into a man’s heart is through his stomach. Well, more-so implying that you should know how to get down and dirty in the kitchen.

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The bell jingles again, while you’re out on the floor stocking up the shelves with bottles of Luster’s Pink Oil Formula. Reaching below into the box to grab a few more bottles, you hadn’t noticed he was towering above you. You jumped slightly when you meet eyes with him, nearly dropping the contents you held onto.

“Don’t you know not to run up on a black woman like that? I may be little, but I can kick your ass!” You both break out into a contagious laugh. He stuffs his hands into his baggy jeans of his, that gorgeous smile spreads across his face. He clears his throat,

“I- Uh- I’m- I’m sorry, I-”

You shake it off, “You’re fine, boo.” Your hand finds its way into his shoulder, a light rub as you brush past him to head for the register. He hesitates, trailing behind you as he fights for the right words to say.

“I-I just, I-” You reach the front of the counter and turn to make eye contact with him. Your eyebrows raise slightly, taking in how he’s struggling to piece his words together. You place your hand on his shoulder again and note how he gazes at you with those same wide eyes you’d grown familiar with over the past few weeks. His lips parted slightly as if he was going to say something but didn’t.

“It’s okay-” You trail off, in hopes he’d catch on.

“Oh, right. N-namjoon. My name is Namjoon.”

You smile in response, lightly rubbing his arm with your palm.

“Is there…. Something you want to say? I promise, I don’t bite,” You state with a soft smile. You notice his shoulders easing themselves down. Part of you wonders what he was so tense for.

“You should come to my performance-” He says rapidly then pauses, looking down and then back up to you, “I would like it- I mean I think that you- You would like my performance.” He internally hates himself for being shy around you, his cheeks so tight and raised from smiling hard, and you could have literally melt in that moment. You thought it was cute to see him that way. To know you made him feel all flustered.

There was a grand amount of effort he’d built to approach you. The very, first day he arrived at the store, he wanted to say something then. He went home that night rehearsing how he’d spark up a conversation with you. He even recalls one time he’d seen you at a bus stop sucking on a lollipop, and how tempted he was to say something then. But he couldn’t. He was afraid of rejection, and he wasn’t sure how to approach you. So when he’d visit the beaut store and see your face, he’d grow warm on the inside. And when you would make eye contact with him, his heart would stop. When you would speak to him with that sweet voice of yours, he’d freeze.

So when you said yes you would be there, he cried afterwards. Not in front of you of course, but on the bus back to his place. He couldn’t believe that you didn’t reject him. Throughout the weeks, he’d contemplated because he didn’t know how you felt about people of his race. He didn’t know how your race felt about people like him in general. Although, it never mattered to him. Because he believed that love is love. As long as you’re happy with that person, that is all what truly matters. He believed everyone deserves to have that kind of love. Little did he know, you felt the same way.

And then things advanced between the two of you.

It was the night he invited you to an underground party, and it was live. Music thumped with never-ending bass, people danced and smoked, and the space felt warm and cluttered, courtesy of body heat. You gradually ease your way through the space, attempting to find some kind of “safe haven” amongst the grinding, moving bodies within the cramped atmosphere. The music settles down, which causes you to look ahead, realizing you’re in front of the stage where the DJ is posted up on the left.

“Alright, y’all! You already know what time it is.” The DJ blatantly announces through his microphone. The crowd somewhat reacts, but not to his liking you assume.

“I said… Y’all already know what time it is!” Everyone goes wild, screaming, chanting and whistling.

“Tonight, I wanna welcome y’all my boy. From the East side, he’s an up and coming rapper- Y’all check this,” He pauses for a moment, “He is a Korean rapper! Y’all feel me? What y’all know about a Korean rapper, aight?” He shakes his head throwing his hands up.

“Imma let y’all have this one, but I’m tellin’ y’all! You don’t know nothing bout this!” You smile uncontrollably, aware of who he’s talking about. Also somewhat anxious to see what the hype is about, your nerves making your stomach churn just a little too much while you’re out in public.

“Give it up for my boy, RM!” The DJ, swivels the record on his turntable back and forth. And there Namjoon was, appearing from the side of the stage, with his du-rag and bucket hat, loose tee, baggy jeans, and those familiar Air Force Ones you’d grown to recognize. You also peep the Cuban chain that adorns his neck.

And then the beat kicks in. Which was also familiar, you note that it’s the beat for “I Need Love.” Everyone starts bobbing their heads, including him. Including you.

He throws his hand up, shoving gestures to go along with the rhythm of the music, while using his other hand to firmly hold onto his mic.

“I’d like to introduce myself, The name is RM, Let’s rewind and take you back to when it first started, Very first time that I walked in the shop, I was startled and I swear I had felt my heart drop, You made me wanna get down on my knees, Begging, please, Coulda told you I was sprung the moment I seen ya,”

He makes eye contact with you and points directly in your direction. He’s talking about you, right? He’s got to be. There’s no way he isn’t. You continue bobbing your head to the beat, and you can’t fight the smile in return.

“Dang baby, how’d you fit in those jeans? Hips got a brother feeling like he’s in a dream, Couldn’t even keep my head straight, Yeah I’m Asian but damn, Somethin’ must have went left and messed up my fam, Sittin’, thinkin’, contemplatin’, and wonderin’, How could I get this fine lil shawty to blushin’? Hopin’ that you’ll say yes and lemme steal you from the scene, Treat you like a queen and show you what a real man can be,”

He stares at you for a moment too long, yet you’ve already grown too hot for the jean jacket you’re wearing over your tube top.

“I need love,” he adds before dropping the mic; everyone suddenly is hype, continuously cheering him on and giving him props for his performance.

“I told y’all! Give it up for my boy, RM!” The DJ adds, patting him on the back while smiling from ear to ear. But, his eyes are focused on you, and only you — who just can’t seem to shake off the bright smile plastered on your face, you attentively graze your bottom lip with your teeth to attempt stopping yourself from smiling so much. But, you fail. And he takes note of that, returning a smile to you. You could tell he’s blushing, his dimples appearing before he dips his head low.

So shy, yet so damn fine. How is that even possible?

—

That same week, he surprised you at work, stumbling in to rap a few verses about how beautiful you are to him, and he pulled a bouquet of roses he hid from behind his back. You remembered that day so clearly. You remembered kissing him, hugging him, holding his hand, smelling the flowers. You also remembered Mr. Park interrupting your little PDA session to scold you about: “No kissing and no sex on the clock!”

But, Namjoon loved you more than you could think. And he didn’t care who in the world thought it was wrong for you two to fall in love. Because the night you two had arrived at his apartment, lips intertwined with one another, and hands roaming each others bodies, was when everything became so clear.

You both stumble inside, too wrapped up in locking lips with one another. Namjoon guides you toward his bedroom; and being the klutz he is, he stubs his shoe on the baseboard leading to his bedroom. You both break the kiss, and you can’t help but chuckle at his clumsy ways.

“Why you laughing at me, huh?” He lifts you up and you can’t help the half gasp/half giggle that escapes your lips, immediately wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you to his bed. He gently lies you down on your back and hovers above you. You unexpectedly snatch his bucket hat off, tossing it somewhere on the floor — his faded, white-blonde and dark brown strands on display.

“Did you have to do my Kangol like that?” He whines with furrowed brows. You tap his bottom lip, dragging your finger across the plump flesh.

“Shut up and kiss me.” His gold Cuban link chain hangs from his neck, prompting your fingers to tug it down, and you do so, his lips smashing with yours yet again. Your fingers lace themselves within his hair, admiring the feel of his oiled scalp. His lips massage yours in a way that’s beyond comforting, and you make sure to inform him how nostalgic kissing feels. Drawn-out moans spew from you, and you can’t help but wonder how in the hell could you be in this time and moment with him. Piece by piece all of your garments end up lost on the ground, along with his clothing. He had you caged in to his bed and kept himself hovered over you, planting kisses along your neck trailing down to your collarbone.

“Mmm, Joon.” You follow his lead, kissing his blush-colored lips, snaking through his silky strands. His hands travel behind your back to remove your lace bra, revealing your breasts that illuminate from the moonlight peeking through the blinds of his window, your chocolate nipples hardened and desperate for attention. His eyes are blown wide, cherishing every dip and curve of your body.

“Wow,” He admits, his erection growing behind his undergarment. He holds a few moments to etch this view of you within his memory, appreciating every trait of your being in this form. His hands find placement on your hips, pulling you to his body completely — the soft, plushness of your breasts pushed against his chest. He rubs the outline of your face, slowly dragging his index finger along your jawline.

“You are the most beautiful woman in the world. You know that?” You let out a small giggle, feeling vulnerable in this state. He kisses you, being sure to suck your bottom lip, pulling and tugging softly with his teeth. His hands roam down your back and land on your ass cheeks, gripping with force. Your breath hitches, and you find yourself wrapping your arms around his neck, in hopes to ease him in just a little more. Even though physically it isn’t possible. He teases your bottom lip with a swipe of his tongue, asking for entrance.

And you let him in, sucking and licking him back in response, both of yours saliva mixing with each others, and not a care in the world — too consumed in each other. He gropes your ass, causing a moan to slip from you. His large palms kneading the cushion-y flesh, and damn is he grateful for this moment in time with you. He pulls from your lips with an audible smack, and you relish in the sight of his thick lips all swollen and damp.

“I love you, ____” He admits with those delightful irises.

“I love you too, Namjoon.” He guides you to lie down on your back, hovering above you as he places kisses along your jawline, leading down your neck, taking his time to cherish every part of you. His hands roam along your sides, caressing the curves of your body. He kisses the area between your breasts and stops suddenly, eyeing you for approval. As if understanding, you nod. His tongue peeks out and circles your right nipple, he wraps his lips around the bud and sucks with tenderness, making sure to release with a pop each time while his other hand massages your left breast.

Your core aches as a result, needing to feel him so the void inside your walls can be filled. He repeats this with your other tit, sucking your nipple while massaging the other, pinching and rolling the bud between his fingers. Your core throbs with an intense pleasure, soaking your now soiled panties. He eases down further, planting kisses down your tummy and moving along the inner thighs of your mocha skin, praising the smooth, supple, flesh. His fingers tug the band of your lace panties, and he eyes you again for approval.

“Please,” You plead, and it was all he needed to hear to remove the garment and reveal yourself to him, treasuring the sight of your lips dripping from arousal. He wastes no time, as you feel his warm, wet muscle gliding along your folds, his nose nuzzling your clit in the process. Your fingers snake into his hair and hips buck upwards to move along the rhythmic motions of his tongue, while he devours you whole as if he’d become a man starved.

“Joon!” You praise, panting for air, Your gaze follows between your legs, cherishing the man that continues to eat you out. He watches your expressions, glaring deeply into your eyes as he does so. His fingers ease toward your folds, rubbing his digits along your drenched pussy, coating them with your wet. He watches you still, not wanting to leave your gaze as he enters a finger inside you. You moan his name in response. His finger delves deep within you, your walls sucking him in perfectly.

“So good for me,” He lashes his tongue out to lick your clit in a circular motion. The sight of him between your thighs makes your heart quiver. He deliberately adds a second finger, his lengthy digits curling themselves upwards and dragging along the walls of your womanhood. His nails dig along the flesh of your thighs, keeping you settled and under his grip, his lips suck on your clit til no end. His obscene noises send a shockwave of pleasure through you, and your toes curl at the sensation. He pulls his fingers from out of you and tastes your arousal that clings to him.

“Tastes so good,” He moans, and you can’t help your thighs from rubbing together to ease the tension that has built. Then, he blushes at the view of you, all horny and ready for him. Only him. How can he be so cute and so fine at the same time? You ask yourself this everyday. Your legs move on their own accord, struggling to draw him back in. He chuckles at your actions.

“You want more, baby?” He questions in that deep, sexy voice of his.

You nod in reply, “Yes, Joon. Please, daddy?” His famous dimples reappear, and those mesmerizing, pearly whites appear. He dives back down, trailing kisses along your tummy, leading to your mound. He worships your body as he had wanted to do since the day he met you, gripping and rubbing along your skin. He moans against you, admiring the feel of you under his fingertips. His lips encase around your clit again, and your body jerks from the sudden feeling. His tongue slides along your folds, sucking and slurping, making the most lewd noises.

His fingernails drag along your thighs, adding an odd tingle within you. You follow his motions and graze your nails on top of his hand, when an unexpected bliss washes over you — causing you to writhe underneath him. He continues sucking your clitoris until you can’t take anymore, your legs gliding up an down along his back, back arching off the mattress, eyebrows furrowing and you simply drowning in euphoria with trembling thighs as your nails drag along his scalp and your cries echo within his eardrums.

“Joon, daddy!” Your nails dig further into his hand, and fingers tug harshly onto his strands. Your core now sensitive to the touch, something you’d never experienced before. He moves his head back and forth, delving deeper and not wanting to let go. You scratch his back, now in hopes he’d give up. You’re nearly convinced he’s going to kill you with that tongue of his, and then out of nowhere, he pushes two fingers inside you. Your toes curl for what feels like the millionth time, and you whimper his name repeatedly.

He thrusts his digits into you, a loud squelching noise filling up the space. And you feel those plush lips wrap around your clit again. He ruts against the bed, wanting to feed the tension within his groin. Your feet now having fought the sheets you lay upon, twisting and turning due to the over-sensitivity. But in some strange sentiment, there’s another wave. And here you are having your second orgasm of the night.

“Fuck, Ungh- I’m cumming again!” Your body shakes violently, not having control over the orgasm that’s overtaken you. An uncontrollable scream slips out and you shove Namjoon away from you with a strained push, his chin now glistening with you. He wipes the residue from his face with the back of his hand, grinning at you fucked out and waiting on his bed. He pulls a condom from somewhere in his drawer and wraps himself up.

He was so thick, thicker than you thought. You lay flat on your tummy and Namjoon sets himself on top of you, caging you in again. He notes the glow upon your ebony skin as he coats his protected member with your drenched self, adding a line of his own saliva and finally diving into you with every inch he has, at a slow, steady pace. But the places he reaches leave you wondering what you’d done to deserve this kind of dick.

Magnificent.

“Beautiful, black queen,” he slips in between breaths, rocking his hips against yours. The position granting him a much deeper access. You gasp at his remark, clenching your walls tighter around him, he hisses in response. His warm breath fans the right side of your face, and he presses a kiss along your earlobe while adding,

“All mine. You’re my black queen, understand? Can’t nobody take that away from me.”

“Yes Namjoon,” You reply. “I’m all yours.”

His cock twitches at the sound of his name slipping from your lips within this state — having you underneath him like this, needy, desperate, and only craving him. He inches to meet your lips with his. His kisses are filled with want and desire, full of love. That sweet, sweet love.

“Give it to me daddy,” You say under your breath but audible enough for him to hear, and he takes heed to continue thrusting himself into you, his delicate, golden skin glimmering with perspiration. The sound of your bodies clapping against each other resonate throughout his apartment, as soft whimpers and moans fall from you, and he utilizes every millisecond of this moment to drown himself in your presence.

“So tight, so wet. So beautiful.” His hips buck in a gentle, yet stern manner, causing your body to jerk upward and eyes to shut close in response — his balls slapping your ass with each thrust of his hips, he continuously hits that sweet spot over and over again, your eyes rolling back due to the nostalgia. He eases his fingers in between your legs to rub circles into your clit simultaneously, and it doesn’t take long for your walls to contract for the third time that night.

“Fuck baby,” He coos with followed moans and groans, spilling himself while still buried in you. You shudder underneath him with nails dragging along the sheets, and muffled moans from burying your face, as you call out his name like it was the only function your brain could process.

He eases himself out of you, and you can’t help the low gasp that emits from you — having been so full of him and sensitive at the same time. A few moments later, and the slight shift of the bed indicates he vanished to discard the condom. You simply lay there, slowly processing that he’d given you the best sex you’ve ever had, being that his main focus was pleasuring you.

But it was in those final moments when Namjoon cuddled you afterwards, bodies attached together by sweat, gasping for air and basking himself in the warm, vanilla, sugar aroma of your essence — that he knew he was in love with you. And there was nothing anyone could ever say to change his feelings.

You break the silence having thought of Namjoon’s words you recall from his performance.

“Think you’ve found it?” He watches your form with raised eyebrows.

“Found what?” You trace circles along his chest, gazing upon his abdomen.

“Love,” You state, and a silence falls that makes your body warm up in a flash.

He shakes his head in a “no” gesture, “I don’t think I have.” The sudden pause of his sentence makes your heart drop.

“I know I have.” He kisses your forehead and draws you closer to him, holding onto you for dear life — like he’s afraid he’d lose you. You beam at his gesture, curling up into his figure. His heart thumps from the immense affection between the two of you. Your now closed eyes like an irreplaceable gift to him.

“My around the way girl,” He whispers to himself, while petting your hair and drifting off into slumber.

[stuonsongs]

My Top 10 Favorite Songs of All Time - 2006 Edition

2021 Editor’s Note: I was looking through some old files and found this thing that I wrote sometime in the summer of 2006 at age 22. For all I know, it could’ve been 15 years to the day! Looking back, I’m not sure how many of these songs would still make my top 10. Don’t get me wrong, I still love all of these tunes, but I’m sure you know how it goes - You get older, you get exposed to more things, and your idea of good music expands. Anyway, I thought it might be nice to share with anyone who still uses this site. I present it in its original format without edits to my writing. I ended up writing full posts in this blog about some of these songs if you go through the archive. 

Stu’s Top 10 Favorite Songs…Ever

Let’s start with some honorable mentions. These were so close, and I thought about it for so long, but they had to be left off.

Honorable Mentions

All Summer Long – The Beach Boys

All Summer Long. 1964. Capitol

This song has been described so many times as being “the perfect summer song.” When you listen to it, you can’t help but smile from the opening marimba intro, all the way through. It just screams “summer” and it hurt me to leave The Beach Boys off my top 10.

Bleed American – Jimmy Eat World

Bleed American. 2001. Grand Royal

So full of energy, so rocking, and so what would’ve been the most recent song on my list. I wanted to keep it in the top 10 just so I could have a song from the ‘00s, but it wasn’t meant to be. When the chorus kicks in, I can’t help but headbang.

Marie – Randy Newman

Good Old Boys. 1974. Reprise

Randy has said that a lot of young composers pick “Marie” as their favorite Newman song, and I can see why. The idea of a guy having to be drunk to tell his wife that he loves her is pretty funny, and throughout the whole song it’s just the beautiful melody with tons of strings, all to a tune about a guy ripping on himself as he comes home drunk to his wife.

Does He Love You? – Rilo Kiley

More Adventurous. 2004. Brute/Beaute

I guess this is newer than Bleed American, so it would’ve worked too. This is another more recent song that it killed me to leave off the list. The outro is an arrangement of the main tune with a different chord progression performed by a string quartet. Very beautiful. Also when Jenny Lewis screams “Your husband will never leave you, he will never leave you for me,” I get chills every time.

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So here it is. After a long day’s work, I’m finally finished. It actually turned out much different than I was thinking when I first started. The number one wasn’t really even in my top five when I started, but I slowly realized I loved it so much. I also left Ben Folds (Five) off this list completely, and I don’t know, I just feel the whole catalogue of Ben is so solid, none of the songs stick out to me that much. But anyways, here it is! After the break of course…

Stu’s Top 10

10.

(Love Is Like A) Heat Wave – Martha and the Vandellas

Heat Wave. 1963. Motown.

This one beat out “Bleed American” just barely. The reason being that somehow, despite being nearly 40 years older than Bleed American, it still has so much energy that it kills. Dan Bukvich once told our Jazz Arranging class that you can boil all the oldies you hear on the radio down to three categories: 1) Great Song. 2) Great Performance. 3) Great Arrangement. This song is one of the great performances. The handclaps throughout, combined with the driving baritone sax behind everything and constant snare drum action will keep anybody with blood running through their veins dancing all night long.

9.

Bodhisattva – Steely Dan

Countdown to Ecstasy. 1973. MCA

This song is my Freebird. It’s just a basic blues progression song at its core with some minor changes at the end of the form. The real kicker that drives this song home is the three minute guitar solo in the middle that isn’t nearly as rocking as Freebird, but it is highly proficient and takes me to places that just make me want to play the song over and over again. I have no idea what this song is about, probably Buddhism, but hey, this once again proves that lyrics rarely matter and the music itself is the core.

8.

Zanzibar – Billy Joel

52nd Street. 1978. Columbia

This song reminds me of long car rides on vacations down the west coast with my parents growing up. They used to play a tape of 52nd Street, or at least their favorite selections, constantly on these trips. I didn’t hear this song again until early in my senior year in college and remembered why I loved it so much. The song has a heavy jazz influence, displayed in the breakdown where Jazz trumpeter Freddie Hubbard does a solo. The best part of this song though is at the end of the 4th line of each verse, Billy does this “Woah oh oh!” thing that just makes me want to sing every time. It was between this and “Miami 2017 (Lights Go Out On Broadway)” which is also a great song, but the “Woah oh oh!” is too much for ol’ Stu boy.

7.

Rosalita (Come Out Tonight) – Bruce Springsteen

The Wild, the Innocent, and the E Street Shuffle. 1973. Columbia

Early Bruce Springsteen records have something that very few other artists can ever pull off without sounding cheesy or forced. It has this undeniable sense of urgency, like the world will fall apart and life will crumble through your fingers if this one moment in time doesn’t work out the way Bruce describes it. There are so many early Springsteen songs that just set a scene of “We have to get out of this town right now girl before it kills us, no matter what any of our parents, friends, anybody has to say.” There’s a line that kinda sums it up: “Well hold on tight, stay up all night ‘cause Rosie I’m comin’ on strong. By the time we meet the morning light, I will hold you in my arms. I know a pretty little place in southern California down San Diego way. There’s a little café where they play guitars all night and all day. You can hear ‘em in the back room strummin’, so hold tight baby ‘cause don’t you know daddy’s comin’.”

6.

I’ve Got You Under My Skin – Frank Sinatra

Songs For Swingin’ Lovers! 1956. Capitol

This song falls into the category of great arrangement. This Cole Porter classic tune was arranged for Sinatra by Nelson Riddle. The story goes that he was still copying down parts for the players while riding in the cab to the recording studio on the day of recording. After the players ran through it once with Frank, they stood up and applauded. The Baritone sax takes control here, outlining a Db6/9 chord throughout the intro. Of course, Frank’s vocal delivery is spot on and goes up and down in all the right places for the biggest emotion impact. It’s amazing how a song with no real chorus can be so good.

5.

A Change Is Gonna Come – Sam Cooke

Ain’t That Good News. 1964. RCA Victor

This song was not even going to be on this list, but then I ran across it while scouring my collection of music and remembered how good it was. Then I listened to it and was blown away by the level of detail that went into this arrangement. Sam’s vocals soar above the mind blowingly beautiful arrangement. The lyrics to this one actually add to the tune itself, speaking of wrongdoings in the world around him, and how social change is on its way in the form of the civil rights movement. The song flows with such ease out of Cooke that one might forget the weightiness of the content, but the song’s content is just so heavy that it’s impossible to deny it.

4.

Whatever – Oasis

Whatever EP. 1994. Creation

This song was released as a Christmas present to the U.K. from the Gallagher brothers and company. It never appeared on any full album, only being released as a single, and amazingly, it blows away anything else they’ve ever done. Think “All You Need Is Love,” but with tons of rocking energy and a snide, nonchalant attitude. The chorus speaks, “I’m free to be whatever I, whatever I choose and I’ll sing the blues if I want. I’m free to be whatever I, whatever I like, if it’s wrong or right, it’s alright.” Not exactly poetry, and the song isn’t exactly breaking any new ground either, but the song is absolutely perfect in every way, and it was going to be my #1, but perhaps the only reason it’s not at number one is because I’ve played this song so many times that at the moment, these next three are beating it, but who knows how I’ll feel in a few months. This song also pulls the same “outro performed by a string quartet” thing as “Does He Love You?” but even better. It’s so simple, but I can’t get enough of it.

3.

Mr. Blue Sky – Electric Light Orchestra

Out of the Blue. 1977. Jet

This is obviously the best Beatles song that the Beatles never wrote. The staccato guitar during the verse combined with the strings present in just about every ELO song combine to make a force that is undeniably catchy and musically challenging at the same time. This is really what makes ELO so good. I didn’t discover this song till probably Nov. 2005, and it was one of the best days of my life. I didn’t want to include two songs by the same artist in my top 10, but if I did, I probably would’ve added “Turn To Stone” on this list too because it is almost as awesome as this one. It’s a shame that just like Billy Joel, most critics at the time hated ELO for being overly creative musically (they called it pretentiousness). These days we have acts that really are pretentious (see Radiohead), but everyone loves them, even critics. I’m not knocking all Radiohead, just most everything post OK Computer. Sorry, got a little sidetracked there.

2.

Only In Dreams – Weezer

Weezer. 1994. Geffen

This has been my favorite Weezer song since about a month into me picking up Weezer’s debut album back around early 2000. It has this ostinato (a repeated motif over and over again) in the bass throughout most of the whole song, never even really resolving to the Gb major chord (excluding chorus, which never really resolves) that it wants to until the end of a 3 minute contrapuntal guitar duet when everything dies out except the bass which just retards on its own until it finally plays the single Gb we’ve all been waiting for. The song on the whole up until the guitar duet is pretty tame, but once those contrapuntal guitar lines start intertwining, my ears perk up every time. I can sing both lines at separate times upon request and when the drums finally kick back in fully at the climax of the song, I let out a sigh of relief or bang on my car wheel in exultant joy, whichever is more of an option at the time.

1.

All Is Forgiven – Jellyfish

Spilt Milk. 1993. Charisma

I always loved this song from the first time I heard it, but I didn’t realize how much I loved it until maybe April 2006. I found out about Jellyfish first semester of college in the Fall of ’02 and heard this song, and knew it was great. The constant tom-tom driven drums, the fuzzy, almost white noise distorted guitar, and the half time bass throughout. It was great. Then in April I put it on my mp3 player for the walk to school, and then I listened to it for about two weeks straight. Seriously. It runs into the next song entitled “Russian Hill” which is almost as good, but because it’s a separate song, I couldn’t include it on the list, but in my mind, they always run together and are basically one long 9 minute song. The ending just gets more and more white noise filled until you can barely take it anymore and then it just cuts off completely into the slow acoustic intro for Russian Hill. It’s perfect in every way. I think this would fall into the category of great song. And the way the song builds up right to the middle of the song and then cuts out completely except for some very VERY faint xylophone noodling, and then busts back in with some feedback directly into guitar solo. Man I love this song.

[mistybogchild]

Ok, so, I was tagged by @napkinthief to do one of these /a b o u t  m e/ exposés so here we gO

Name: Dylan

Gender: psSh  a l l e g e d l y

Star Sign: Sun - Scorpio  Moon - Cancer  Ascendant - Sagittarius

Height: 6′ 0′

Sexuality: Gay (~96% confidence)

Favorite Book: Classic - Frankenstein  General - umm there are so Many, I guess I always loved Cuthbert Soup’s Whole Nother Story series, maybe One Hundred Years Of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, I can’ rEmEmBeR

Current Time: 12:23 PM

Average Amount Of Sleep: 6-8 hours depending on a short list of modifyers

Dogs or Cats: tbh whenever I see either I mentally scream “iT’s A  c H i L d”

# Of Blankets: summer - 0-1  winter - 2-3

Dream Job: Manga Translator by day, Instagram rubber photographer/model by night

Blog Established: 2013

Favorite Animal: Wolf, but also Bearded Dragons

# Of Followers: 251

Reason For URL: To this day, the anime that I have vibed the most with has been Mushishi, and both my URL and PFP reflect this

Something I’m Grateful For: My small collection of plants, but equally my personal library of high res music

Favorite Color: I thought it was purple, but tbh i’m psure this is just bc its Klance combo color. In practice, I like very aesthetic color combos, many of which happen to be in a Pantone sample book I got on sale at Trident books on Newbury street

Last Song: The Crimson by Atreyu

Last Movie: The Grand Budapest Hotel

Last Show Completed: Not Anime - Man In The High castle  Anime - Kids On The Slope

Currently Reading: So You Want To Talk About Race by Ijeoma Olulo

Currently Watching: Not Anime - Better Call Saul, Teen Wolf  Anime - Bojack Horseman (2nd watch), Fire Force, Hunter x Hunter, Black Clover, Fruits Basket (2019-pres), Neon Genesis Evengelion, Kipo

Sweet, Spicy, or Savory: tbh depends on the mood

Craving: Fruit Tart and a pot of Primo Quality Hojicha

Coffee or Tea: Coffee onceish a week, Tea everyday

Named After Someone: When I asked this some time ago, they said no, but when I asked at a different time they said something along the lines of yes-ish. Allegedly I am named from a baby book, but the decision was highly influenced by a char from the chow 90210

Last Time You Cried: Summer 2017- Michelle’s Office, Uncle Jon’s Coffee, Marion, Massachusetts

Any Kids: Not until at least 2030, and only if I find a man that wants them gremlins too

Do You Use Sarcasm Alot?: h A. (yes, but not to throw shade) [ok, this is a lie, but I only use it for shade like 20ish percent of the time]

What’s The First Thing You Notice About People: At the exact same time, I observe both their energy, fashion sense, and any accessories to determine whether they are a normie or not (so that I know which social mode to switch into)

Eye Color: eeeeeehhhhhhh “h a z e l”

Scary Movie or Happy ending: Happy ending, this timeline is already a scary movie

Any Special talent: Too much knowledge on things like computer networking, public transit systems, linguistics (but only bc I have yet to formally study it).

The sheer patience necessary to give old/cluttered PCs tuneups.

A growing knowledge of Japanese vocabulary.

What Country Were You Born In: “America”  \ * - * /

What Sports Do You / Have You Play(ed): Soccer in ummm kindergarten(?), Basketball for I think it was two days somewhere around 2008 to 2011, and Cross Country for two years in HS, is yoga a sport yet?

What Are Your Hobbies: Japanese language, tinkering with computers and computer networks (both software and hardware), gardening (both outdoor summer garden and my collection of houseplants)

Any Pets: Only my green beauties in their pots

Favorite Subject In School: HS - Science, Latin, and History  Currently - Asian Studies

Hmmmmmm I guess i’ll tag @metallicat5678 @proverbial-princess @undead--hotmess and uhhh any of y’all beaut mutual that bless my dash with shitposts and spicy anime fanart

[tomsrebeleyebrow]

Requests’ Guidelines

Hi beauts✨ Since I opened my requests box, I received quite a lot from all of you - which I thank you so much!! - but recently, some have been... quite “original” I guess??? 😅😅😅

So to not upset anyone and as a general warning, here is below what you can and cannot request me 🌸

✅  What I will write about:

Tom Holland, Peter Parker / Spider-Man (including Irondad with Spideyson plots), Harrison Osterfield for now

If you request other specific celebrity or fictional character, I prefer having some knowledge about them so I will tell you if I can do the request or not, sorry... 😅

Fluff is totally OK in this house, smut is still new for me so please stay reasonable in your fantasies/kinks of yours thanks 😂  angst is alright but still soft too

I write normal one shots, based on songs, alternative universes, headcanons and blurbs 😊

I write about gender neutral!reader and female!reader in general. If you request a male!reader, it will be a fluff only! 

⛔️  What I will not write about:

Rape (noncon / dubcon), incest, smut between two same sex characters, suicide process (I can make allusion to it but not write the full narrative process), severe mental illness, anal and physical abuse because all these make me uncomfortable 😅

Do not ask me when I will finish the request or a specific date because well, my life is not only on tumblr so yeah, it may takes some time but I will do your request don’t worry 😊 

Do not send me tones of asks/requests asking me the same request over and over again. My inbox is not full (yet) so I will see it, read it and do it when I can!

Request blurbs instead of one shots please! One shots require more time and an elaborate plot, so I prefer preparing them myself. But you can still suggest me some ideas!

Do not write an entire plot as a request please. I know you guys are really passionate but also consider that I’m writing because I like it, so I’d like some freedom too 😅

Do not request specific ethnic characteristics for the reader. I try to be as neutral about it as possible! But as in my au! oneshot here, sometimes I need to impose some physical traits to the reader, but I will always explain why. But most of the time, I will stay neutral 😊

✴️   More info:

If it’s a fluff blurb about Peter, the boy will still be underage (around 16) but if it’s a mature or smut blurb, he will be of age (around 18 and +). Then it will depend on your request 😊

In general if it’s a smut, every character will be 18+!

All my writings begin with the warning(s) so, read them carefully before the story. I write them for a reason so everyone is free to choose about what they want to read or not 😊

Constructive critics and opinions are always welcome!

If you don’t like one of my writings it’s fine, I mean I write mostly for my own pleasure because I like it and we all don’t have the same preferences so no need to be harsh and mean by sending anon messages 😉

If I can’t do a request, I will tell you ASAP!

If you have any question or what, don’t hesitate to send me a little message 🌸

Thanks for understanding, love you all 💞✨

[randomvarious]

Supernovice - “Out on the Grass” Punk Sucks Song released in 1994. Compilation released in 1995. Indie Rock / Noise-Rock

Supernovice were (are?) an obscure indie band from Orange County, California that became known for a handful of things:

Playing backyard parties

Not really being a punk band

Having their songs appear on various artist punk comps

Having their songs appear in skate, surf, and snowboard vids, which is a medium that’s always been punk-oriented

Why this group that had way more of an indie rock flair than anything else was marketed and targeted towards punk fans, I’ll never know, but cheers to ‘em anyway. After all, the music was quite good, regardless of who would end up listening to it.

And despite being a pretty unknown band, Supernovice did release three albums and two EPs in a six or seven-year span, which is way more than most other pretty unknown bands can say. ‘94 saw their debut album and second release, Well Fed, which features an awesome little song called “Out on the Grass.” The following year, the song would appear on an ironically titled punk comp called Punk Sucks, which included genre titans like Pennywise and Sublime, plus blink-182, years before they would become national pop-punk darlings.

OK, let’s talk about the bad stuff first: the mixing. Good lord, is it bad. Yikes, fam. Two thumbs all the way down.

Now onto the good stuff: pretty much everything else about the song. A uniquely shuffling drumbeat stars while short, moderately thick, jangling chords coast beneath, only to be joined by a welcomed, somewhat aggressive and sinister, overriding layer of guitar fuzz after the first chorus. And that chorus, in which the drums suddenly stop-and-start, is a catchy beaut, too. Lead singer David Turbow also does well to complement all the jangles and the noise behind him with his own brand of softish boy indie vocals.

In spite of the overall sound quality, this song still rules. Great mid-90s stuff from this little-known OC indie group.

[the-iceni-bitch]

She Keeps Me Warm

Pairing: Valkyrie/Brunnhilde x fem!Reader

Words: ~1.3k

Summary: Hilde gets a little jealous after you hang out with Nat and Bruce.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (edging, fingering, f receiving oral sex, edging), jealous Val, cute alcohol fueled antics, SMUT!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: Thanks to the nonnie who sent me an ask for a jealous Val fic. I’d been having trouble coming up with something to write for her and this was great!! I also have a planned threesome fic with her and Carol that is going to murder me, so let’s all look forward to that one.

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Hilde was glaring at you from across the table.

Bruce and Nat had decided to visit  Tønsberg on a whim, and as happy she had been to see the big man, you had been flirting with Nat the entire time. Sure, she had lived a very interesting life, and you were always great at small talk, but you were laughing way too hard at her stories.

Now you were babbling with her in Russian, which Hilde didn’t even know you spoke, and she had to do her best to focus on what Bruce was trying to say to her.

“Hey, angry girl, you still with me?” He said, giving her a grin when she turned back to him.

“Yeah, big guy. I think it’s almost time to turn in though. How much vodka have the two of them had?”

“Yeah, c’mon Romanoff, we’ve gotta get up early.” He said with a shake of his head, drawing her to her feet as she whined and cursed at him in Russian.

“Ok, you too, Y/N.”

“Aww, du fikk det kjære.” Great, you were speaking Norwegian now. “Jeg elsker deg så mye.”

She sighed as she started to drag you out of the bar, your own legs not up to the task of carrying you. “Jeg elsker deg også, Y/N.”

You were giggling like an idiot as the two of you headed back to your little cabin, Hilde eventually losing patience and tossing you over her shoulder, making you let out a whoop. She jumped when you started slapping out a rhythm on her ass, singing a stupid song to yourself about it, still in Norwegian.

“No more vodka for you.” She huffed after she kicked your door open, dropping you onto the couch with a squeal.

“Du er ikke morsom.” You grumbled, blowing a raspberry at her as you struggled to take your sweater off. 

“I’m loads of fun, but you, you’re too much.”  She watched you try to extricate yourself from your sweater for about a minute before rolling her eyes and moving to help you. How you managed to get your head stuck in your sleeve was a mystery. “You enjoy flirting with that little redhead all night?”

“Ha, er du sjalu?” You were making grabby hands at her as you gave her a stupid, sloppy grin that devolved into a frown as you struggled with unbuttoning your jeans.

“Are... are you just gonna speak Norwegian the rest of the night then? Is that what you’re doing?” She started to unbutton her flannel as she watched you roll around as you tried to remove your jeans. “And I’m not jealous!”

You snorted at her as you finally managed to get out of your jeans. “Løgner.”

She caught you when you almost fell off the sofa as you tried to remove your bra, wrapping a hand around your arm. Her other hand moved to grip your jaw, tilting your head up so she could look into your eyes.

“How drunk are you?”

“Been worse.” You mumbled before nipping at the pad of her thumb.

“English, good.” She murmured, a smirk teasing her lips as she stepped forward and pressed her lips to yours. “Cause I want you to know exactly what I’m doing when I take you apart.”

“Oh, shit.” You moaned, gasping when she slid a hand down your torso until she could shove her fingers into your panties.

“Yeah, shit.” She purred in your ear, her fingers sliding easily through your slick coated folds. “Imagine how I must have felt watching you put your hands all over Nat, and let her put her hands all over you. You like acting like a little slut, baby?”

You whined as she slid two fingers inside you, digging your hands into the couch cushions as she stretched you open. Lewd squelches filled the tiny living room as she fucked you, sliding her digits in and out of you easily and curling them against that spot that made your eyes roll back in your skull.

She slid another finger into you and started brushing her thumb over your clit softly, grinning into your neck as you started whimpering. Your breath started to hitch and your pussy started clenching around her fingers as she brought you closer.

Suddenly her hand was gone, your orgasm receding as you let out a pathetic whine, huffing and turning to glare at her as she circled the couch. She just winked at you as she licked her fingers clean, moving to kneel in front of you and ignoring your pouting.

“Seems like you need a little reminder of whose pussy this is baby.” She started pressing soft kisses to the insides of your thighs as you squirmed with need.

Her fingers hooked under the sides of your panties and drew them off you in one swift motion before diving in. A shiver radiated from your core as she ran her tongue over your slit in a heavy stripe, lashing kitten licks over your clit and holding your hips down so your couldn’t writhe against her face.

“So much better when you hold still baby.” She cooed, grinning as you mewled pathetically. “Tell me whose pussy this is baby.”

“Hilde!” The cry you let out was absolutely wanton, your breath coming in needy little pants as she took you apart.

“That’s right sweetheart, all fucking mine.”

Her tongue thrust into you without warning, curling against that sweet spot that made you almost pass out. You felt a coil forming in your abdomen, warmth spreading from your core fast as you held onto the couch for dear life.

“Fuck, I’m so close. Don’t stop. Shit, oh god right there.” You were babbling like an idiot as you felt a wave of pleasure looming over you.

She felt you clench and grinned, sitting back on her heels and denying your orgasm again as you screamed with frustration. Her smile was wicked as she watched you sob, a sweaty, needy mess who was sagging into the couch.

“Say you’re sorry, and I’ll let you come.” She ran her fingers over her face slowly, cleaning your slick off her chin and sucking it into her mouth with a satisfied smirk.

“But I didn’t do anything!” You whined, kicking your feet like an angry toddler and squeezing your knees together to help relieve the throbbing ache between your thighs.

“I don’t care, say it anyway.” She sank next to you and nuzzled into your neck, tracing a trickle of sweat with her tongue and grinning as you whimpered. “C’mon baby, otherwise I’m just gonna edge you all night until you can’t even think.”

“Ugh, I hate you.” You rolled your head to pout at her and frowned when she gave you a wicked grin. “Fine, I’m sorry I flirted with Nat.”

“Oh, good girl.” She purred, wrenching your legs apart and shoving three fingers inside you with no preparation. “Now I’m gonna make you come fast, then I’m gonna sit on that pretty face until you pass out.”

Her palm ground against your clit and you wailed, your entire body vibrating around her fingers and your release soaking her up to the elbow as you came violently. You yelped when she scooped you up and flung you over her shoulder with a wicked grin, singing her own little song about how she was going to absolutely ruin you as she carried you to the bedroom.

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If you were in charge of your team's goal song what would it be? (Ok I went through all my music and uhhhhhh I got nothing basically)

NHL: Canes: tbh their current goal song is fine

NWHL: Beauts: Gary Clark jr- ain't messin round

Who has the best fashion taste?

NHL: Jacob Markstrom and David Pasternak for entirely different reasons. Marky uses a lot of good color choices and cuts but miss noodles just SNAPS

NWHL: this one is tricky because the NWHL doesnt get quite as into the fashion of it all but idk I feel like probably Mariah Fujimagari.

Best jersey

NHL

Home: Columbus Blue Jackets or the Minnesota Wild

Away: Colorado Avalanche

Alt: Carolina Hurricanes with Arizona in a close second

NWHL: honestly I really like the Whitecaps jerseys this season. Beauts are either tied or in a close second. This would be longer if they had away jerseys

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