#once you hear it you can't unhear it

[i--see--everything]

You guys are gonna kill me, but Niko sounds exactly like Kat Valentine from Victorious.

[bookyeom]

coming up for air - ksy

pairing: hoshi x reader word count: 1.2k warnings: a couple of swears i think, kissing, a little suggestive but not much summary: you can't stop thinking about kissing Soonyoung. That's the plot.

A/N: I saw that video again of Booseoksoon talking about their first kisses and I cannot unhear Hoshi saying that he just wouldn't stop kissing and this is the result. Wholly unedited. Goodbye

Soonyoung is mortified. You can tell by the way he’s shrunk further into the couch cushions behind him as the guys whoop and holler. They keep playing the video Seungkwan found online of a fifteen-year old Soonyoung talking about his first kiss, and you wish you could make them stop. For your own sake, and for Soonyoung's.

“How long was your first kiss?” A voice asks from the phone as they replay it once more.

“I don’t know. I just… kept kissing,” comes Soonyoung’s response.

The guys are thriving on this new information. You know they’ll never let him live this down; they’ll use it as a form of torment and humiliation to tease Soonyoung for years to come. You, on the other hand, can’t stop thinking about it for other reasons. 

You’ve had a crush on Soonyoung for ages, and the thought of just kissing and kissing and kissing him has you nearly in a puddle on the floor. Your cheeks are warm just from the thought of it. From the thought of his hand on your face as he’s got you pressed against a wall, his hand in your hair, pulling you in like he can’t get enough. From the thought of him pushing you back into your mattress as he kisses you senseless, his entire body pressed to yours as you make out for ages. From the thought of you, straddling him on the ugly couch in his apartment, his hands just under your shirt as you kiss and kiss and kiss.

“Hey, Y/N?” Your eyes snap to Jeonghan, who has a knowing, mischievous look on his face, and you immediately want to run. “What do you think? Do you think Soonyoung would be a good kisser?”

You’re too stunned to speak for a moment. You hate him. You hate that you ever thought it’d be a good idea to confide in Wonwoo, because Wonwoo is many things, but one thing he is not is a good secret keeper. You’d been grateful before to find out that he’d only told Jeonghan about your crush, but now you kind of want to strangle them both for betraying you like this. 

You can feel Soonyoung’s eyes on you, and now it’s your turn to be mortified. You ignore him as you shrug, trying to seem nonchalant when you manage, “I definitely think he’d be a better kisser than you, Hannie.”

The attention is swiftly taken off of you as your friends hone in and start to tease Jeonghan, and your shoulders relax just a little. You manage a glance at Soonyoung, but he’s looking away from you now and down at his hands. You stand up under the guise of going to the washroom, and then make your way to the balcony outside of Seungkwan’s apartment. 

Once you get into the fresh air, you let out a long breath. You let yourself relax for a minute, safe and hidden from the teasing smiles and Soonyoung’s gaze. You’re not safe from your thoughts, however, as you fall back down the rabbit hole of wondering just what Soonyoung’s lips might feel like. God, you think miserably, he’s probably an amazing kisser. 

You want to cry when you hear the back door slide open behind you. You turn, grateful for the dim lighting outside when Soonyoung gives you a little wave before joining you. If he could see how flushed you are just at the sight of him, you think you’d give everything away. He joins you at the railing, and you look back out over the city. You can feel the warmth from his arm even through his sweater, and he mumbles an apology when his elbow gently bumps into yours.

“Thanks for saying that in there,” he says softly after a moment, and you kind of want to be anywhere but here right now. 

“Of course. Jeonghan is a little shit.”

Soonyoung hums in agreement, moving to rest his arms on the railing. It’s quiet between the two of you for a moment, and you can barely breathe, even with the fresh air that surrounds you. You’re panicking, trying to think of a way to excuse yourself before you blurt out something stupid, when he speaks again.

“For what it’s worth, I know you’d be a better kisser than Jeonghan, too.”

Your eyes widen as your head snaps towards him. He’s not looking at you, but you know he’s seen your reaction because the corner of his mouth turns up the longer you gape at him. You’re turned to face him completely now, one arm resting on the railing.

“You’ve kissed Jeonghan?” Is what comes out next. 

Soonyoung looks at you now, eyebrows raised in surprise — and then he bursts into laughter. It’s a full-belly laugh, loud enough to jolt you slightly, and you’re so caught up in watching him that you don’t even really realize what you’ve just said.

“I’m here to report that I have not kissed Jeonghan,” he responds once he’s calmed down a little. 

“Oh,” you blink. “Okay.”

“I haven’t even thought about it, really. No matter how pretty he is.”

You nod, but you’re a little lost with the conversation. Because Soonyoung’s tongue darts out to wet his lips, and you can’t stop looking at his mouth. You feel absolutely insane. 

“Have you thought about it?”

You manage to pull your eyes back up to his, blinking as you try to understand what he’s just asked you. He’s smiling, and you think he’s moved closer, but you’re finding it terribly difficult to process any of it, honestly. “Thought about what?” you ask, your eyes falling to his mouth once more when he laughs. 

“About kissing Jeonghan.”

You snap back to reality, meeting his gaze as he raises his eyebrows in question. He’s definitely moved closer now, because there’s barely a footstep between you. You search his face, and your heart leaps into your throat when you realize he’s doing the exact same. And when his eyes fall to your mouth, you can’t help the sharp inhale that leaves you.

“Maybe once or twice,” you say, and you’re proud of the way you manage to tease him just a little despite how shaky your voice is. “He’s pretty, you know. Like you said.”

“So are you.”

There’s no hiding the blush on your cheeks from him now. Not when his hand moves to brush your fingers that still rest on the railing, when you’re so close that you’re both under the shitty lamplight. 

“You think so?”

Soonyoung smiles, and it’s so fond that you’re worried your knees will buckle. “I do.”

“Thanks,” you whisper, and he hums. 

“You’re welcome.” 

He’s closed the distance so that you’re toe-to-toe now, and he moves to gently back you against the railing. He leans forward, one hand coming to rest on the railing beside you. He looks for any sign of discomfort, but you give him none as you tilt your chin up, breath catching in your throat in anticipation. 

“So,” he starts, eyes flicking between your eyes and your mouth. “Want to see how long we can kiss without coming up for air? Prove to teenage Soonyoung that he’s not a complete dumbass?”

It’s your turn to let out an unbecoming snort. You can’t help it. Soonyoung laughs with you, and your hand finds the back of his neck as you say, “As long as you don’t kiss Jeonghan later to compare, then yes. Very much yes.”

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[midnightfox450]

SA Mention //

The cantarella scene in Utena is so so so good and nearly every bit of it has been analyzed over the years (for good reason!). But can we take a moment to talk about how the music skips?

Right after Anthy suggests she poisoned Utena's cookies. The background music starts skipping. It's an obvious loop too, once you hear it, it's hard to unhear. The music doesn't pick back up until after Utena admits to poisoning the tea, AFTER the spinning red rose. It picks back up at "The tea is delicious".

At the most basic level, the skipping is just another method by which RGU creates emphasis.

But it just. It can't help but remind me of the most significant case of music skipping in the franchise. In Adolescence of Utena, right before E-Ko and F-Ko show the tape of Anthy's assault (another scene which has to do with something being put in Anthy's drink).

So then, the skipping could represent honesty. The brutal, uncomfortable bearing of the truth. Statements that ring in the ears and choices that maybe aren't the most delicate or harmless but had to convey the intended message somehow.

(If anyone else has watched seebeees' video essay on transfeminism in utena [which you should, it's really good], it reminds me of their point on the way Adolescence could be using static to represent Anthy's trauma. Records and CDs skip when something has dirtied them. Scratched them. Damaged them).

It could represent repetition obviously, but it could also represent the exact opposite. A breaking of the cycle, a momentary reprieve from the looping record that is Anthy and Utena's lives at Ohtori. When they confess their love for each other in that moment, in such an odd and uniquely utenanthy way, it catches the narrative off-guard. They are cracking the shell of their egg. Their love is forcing itself through the narrative.

[ronearoundblindly]

Not In Front of the Fish...

Jake Jensen x roommate!Reader follow up to Watch the Fish (see previous or JJ Masterlist)

Summary: You've caught Jake doing something he shouldn't, but there's no reason you can't string him along...and along...and along until the line snaps.

Warnings for smut (many references to masturbation, protected sex), horrible puns (yes, hello, I'm Ro, welcome!), heavy innuendo, trolling this poor boi as hard as humanly possible, taking the lord's name in so much vain, kinda *aggressive* foreplay, aftercare, fluff, and whipped!Jake (deserves a warning because I sure as sh*t wasn't prepared 🫠).

Blame @bigtreefest...or thank Essie, ya know, whatevs! No beta, we die drowning in the fish tank. MINORS DNI. And yes, @whiskeytangofoxtrot555, the glasses stay on 🤭 Y'all may not realize this but I myself am an ultra-awkward nerd, so I identify with Jake's struggle and yet would absolutely, endlessly tease this mothaf**ka.

"Hey, Jakey. Whatcha doing?"

Well, thank fuck he's not still hard standing there with his metaphorical dick out, the last image from your laptop's screen seared into his eyeballs of some woman taking a load in her open mouth.

"Need me--" you steadily lick vanilla ice cream off a spoon, some caught at the corner of your wide open lips "--for anything?"

He stares. He stares so intently he almost falls over. Apparently, he's leaned into his staring.

"My help, perhaps?"

Your tongue rolls across the edge of the refilled spoon.

He thinks maybe he'll cry if you keep this up, but for the love of Christ, please keep this up.

"No," he squeaks. "Just..." Must you be wearing short-shorts? Is it essential that your tank top dip so low? "...saying 'hi.'"

His hand flings out in a wave, five fingers managing to point in eight different directions because he can't commit to any sort of normal human movement.

"So... Hi."

Some ice cream drips off the spoon down your chin and to your chest.

Jake is not here right now. Jake has died.

"Sure." You wipe up your mess and keep eating. "Sweet dreams, big guy. You look ready to hit the sack after a long...satisfying...shower." You let the spoon dangle from your mouth while brushing past him, which you have to do. You have to touch him because Jake can't fucking move for the life of him, and he swears to god you made your hand sweep across the front of his hip.

He jolts to follow the contact before overwriting his hind brain. His hand slaps the wall as he catches himself trying before collapsing into a begging puddle at your feet.

He should tell you. He'd rather die.

He should admit what he's done, admit what he wants to do, but when he stops pinching his eyes shut for strength, Jake turns to find you bent over in the doorway.

"Hello, sweethearts," you coo to the fish, "what would you like to do this evening? Maybe watch another movie?"

You wiggle your butt and make this happy sort of popping noise that Jake can't unhear.

Fuck, is this a thing he's gonna have to deal with now? Listening to you watching porn? His mind instinctively scans your room for a glimpse of any toy you may have left out. He's dying, yeah, but dying to know what they look like, if he's bigger than whatever you bury inside you now.

"Jake," you repeat in a breathy way that has him swallowing his tongue. You've stood back up, holding a bowl with oozing white liquid that teeters close to the edge as it melts.

His dick could top that off in jiffy if you'd like.

He coughs. "Yeah, uh, what?"

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

Fuck me, every muscle, bone, and braincell in his body screams at once.

All he manages is an anatomically-correct impression of a fish. No sound comes up from his desperate lungs. He flees to his room.

He hears you shut your door just as he shoves down the shorts he threw on and grabs a squirt of lotion from the bottle nearby.

Too many images speed through his brain all at once, cum and cream, sex and porn, your open mouth, your presented ass, that peek of cheek beneath soft fabric, the shadow along the seam where the material ran right through your folds--probably, at least, he's filling in gaps wherever he pleases--and the breathy sounds of 'Jakey' 'need me' 'help you' 'satisfying,' and 'anything.'

"Fuck me," he growls out in earnest, sparing no trick to get himself off as fast as possible. Maybe if he's quick he won't learn exactly how hot he finds all this. He already relies on you as the voice in his head.

It's like you're right there on the floor with him, cupping his balls and whispering in his ear.

So hard for me, huh? So heavy and in need of attention. Why did you wait to fuck your fist, Jakey? Had to hear me? Think of this dick filling me better than any toy...

He gasps and groans, shoving his face into the nearest side of mattress to muffle the carnal sound.

It puts his ear right next to his discarded headphones.

"Daddy was so rude just then, huh? I know. He's shy. He'll come see you tomorrow. He just needs to be all alone in his bed when he's tired. I know, I know. It makes mommy sad, too. She doesn't like to be all alone, but that's why I have you. Look at the camera and wish daddy goodnight..."

Oh, fuuuuuuuuck me, Jake wails into his sheets when he hears the sound of you blowing a kiss through the speakers.

Poor thing doesn't know you're torturing him on purpose, but at least he came...with his bare knees aching on the hardwood floor of his room and the nosepiece of his glasses digging into his eye sockets as he buries his shame in his bed.

You suggest he have the fish in his room for a while, like shared custody, but then he knows you would have access to listen to him via the livestream.

If he tells you you have to mute it every time, you'll know he might not have. If he refuses to keep the feed up or the camera functioning, you'll be suspicious of why. If he says fucking anything against your very thoughtful and adorable idea, it'll be a cold day in hell since he will endure all forms of torture just to see your elated smile as the tank is finally setup between his closet and his bed across the room from his desk.

The keystrokes from his work are too faint for the camera's microphone, and he proceeds to wear headphones for music, take calls outside, and never touch himself in his own room for weeks. Ok fine, two, he makes it two weeks.

Deprived of hearing you, which he grew rather dependent on, and needing to inconspicuously lengthen his showers, Jake is a mess.

Why didn't he record anything? Why would he??? He was supposed to get himself together like a man and either ask you out or get the fuck over it.

He even watches (but mostly listens to) porn through his headphones without touching himself in an attempt to fade the memory, but then you show up at his door, asking to visit with the 'kiddos' and checking with the Marauders if 'daddy' is treating them well.

He's not gonna make it, man.

You settle on his bed to read for a while because why the fuck would he say 'no' to you, and this is the part that does Jake in the most: his sheets smell like you after and turning in his desk chair to find you accidentally asleep in his bed just... He can't.

He's unwell thinking about how sweet you are, how fucking horrible he's being by fantasizing about you this way, how if he just had the balls to crawl over to kiss you, he'd--but he doesn't. He just gets worse.

He gets real messed up horny one evening when you're out at some fancy event with friends.

You leave wearing this dress that practically had him on his knees the way it molded to you and yet draped so smoothly in places. He thinks of his mouth molded to you that closely and his body laying so smoothly over yours.

Damn it. He has to do something. He goes into your room, and it's not that bad, he just picks up a t-shirt, that's all. He's not the world's worst perv or anything. It's not underwear, for god's sake, but on a fluke (because he has no idea how long he was in there) he climaxes at the sound of you yelling 'I'm home' from the kitchen and scrambles to the bathroom with his gym shorts wrapped around his thighs, hand still catching spurts of cum as he for sure doesn't calm down, with milliseconds to spare.

Thank fucking god you're slower to climb the stairs in heels.

He takes it back. He is the world's worst perv.

Your t-shirt mysteriously disappears until he can sneak it back into your laundry.

He runs out of floss and absently searches your drawer for--oh my god.

OH. MY GOD.

That...is a large, veiny dildo you have there. Oh fuck.

Jake slams the drawer shut without thinking.

"Everything alright?"

"Yeah, just...just gotta put floss on the grocery list."

"Use some of mine," you call out casually.

"It's fine!" His voice was too high and he answered too fast, but if he's not mistaken, you have now invited him to poke around in your things.

He feels slightly less pervy...and a hell of a lot hornier.

It reaches a point where coming in the shower isn't enough.

He falls asleep ok but wakes restless and craving friction. There's want and then there's need, and Jake fucking needs this or he'll never rest.

He goes on as quietly as possible, thinking that getting up, going to the bathroom, and turning on the exhaust fan will make far more noise than humping his sheets and biting his pillow.

The fish tank glows as usual at the foot of his bed.

Look away, kids, Jake thinks and immediately doesn't know whether to be sick or laugh. Daddy is gonna fucking die like this.

He knows it's pathetic. The entire thing has been pathetic from start to finish, but he's just too tired and too het up to care.

A few whines escape the insulation of his pillowcase. He misses the gentle patter of footsteps down the hall.

There's a soft knock followed by "Jake?"

God damn it. The one time he gives in, and he's already ruined it.

He tucks himself up into the band of his boxers which is not exactly subtle but can't be helped. Jake rolls out of his bed, finding his glasses in the dark to crack open the door with his body strategically behind it.

"Yeah, what's up?"

He can't make out a whole lot in the low light, but you don't say anything. Your arms are spread out to hang on either side of the frame, making your (again) very low-cut tank top his only focal point.

Well now he's sorta worried this has absolutely fuck-all to do with his problem. "Are you okay?"

"I...I thought..."

Your voice is soft and timid. It makes Jake want to wrap you in his arms, but he's still worried that you'll say you heard him and it's not okay and he's gross and this is all way, way out of line.

He holds his breath to better listen.

"I hoped you would have needed me by now."

What. Air rushes out of him like he's been tackled.

Sorry, WHAT?

"What?" the question finally falls out as he leans intensely again, shifting so the door doesn't slam in your face, his bare chest and lower half now visible as much as they can be. "You...what now??"

Your arms fall and you step forward. It looks to him like you move with trepidation, that your head is lowered in embarrassment, that somehow you're shy about your confession. Maybe you are, but only the tiniest amount compared to him.

"Tell me if I'm wrong, Jake." You slap one hand to his chest with a crinkling noise, and he swiftly moves to take the wrapped condom. "Tell me if you don't want this," you continue, lowering your voice and hand until your thumb grazes the exposed head of his cock.

Lightning strikes and super-charges his need.

"But if you don't th--"

He'll be damned if you finish that thought. Jake scoops your jaw into one big hand, angling you just-so, barreling you both into his door as it swings into his closet with a wobbling bang. He's clumsy and his grip goes everywhere to bully you flush with his body yet not drop your timely offering.

His kisses are feverish and sloppy. By the feel of you groping at his back and shoulders, you're not mad about it. He fumbles with the wrapper behind your back. It takes his attention away for a few seconds.

"I prepped for you," you whisper hoarsely. "I'm ready."

Jake has no legs at that point and takes you with him in a heap to the floor. While stripping away his boxers, he realizes his naked ass is high in the air of his room.

All he can see in his mind is fish pressed against the glass, staring, judging. Gah, not here.

He maneuvers into your hold again and says, "hang on," crawling to the hall runner so the 'children' won't see. No, he can't make it any further because his length is snuggled between your fucking thighs and somehow the hallway is a fucking mile long to your room. No, he's not immune to your whines from where your head is tucked in the crease of his neck.

Here's fine.

As gracefully as he can, Jake collapses onto you, collecting the noises he missed so much directly from the source.

For being made of such little fabric, your shorts are in his way, and he's genuinely annoyed to have to lift from you again, even though it's necessary to discard them and necessary to get the now-open condom rolled along his aching cock.

His glasses are already smeared from haphazardly exploring your skin. If Jake couldn't see before, he's all but blind now. The only garment close enough to try and clean them is your tank top, but he ignores it because it's still dark. He needs to feel you more than anything else in the world.

Lightly, your fingertips flicker down his abs and lead him to close the gap between you.

Jake groans as he lines himself up and easily notches into your welcoming heat. As aroused as you are, he still edges himself deeper and deeper in barely-controlled strokes, grabbing the railing at his side for leverage and stability.

He grunts instead of articulating how magnificent you feel. He moans instead of voicing what an utter blessing it is to finally fuck you. He gasps with the rolls of your hips because you taking control while beneath him just...unravels him.

This was too long coming, and he wasn't prepared.

Jake's apology for being fast to finish perches at the tip of his tongue when you cut off his words and the last of circulation to his brain.

You shake and pant, mewling 'yes' and his name, while your body squeezes him like a vice. He's being pumped to completion without moving another muscle, and, good fucking god, he has to hang on, falling to his forearm, keeping his open mouth hovering over yours.

Jake thinks maybe he just drowned and got brought back to life.

Right there, in his face are your precariously covered tits, nipples rock hard and taunting him. He doesn't care what his dick's doing anymore; he wrenches a strap down your chest and lavishes your plush flesh with attention.

Too long coming and in no way prepared... Neither were you.

Your hands brace his head, fingers buried in his short hair as you wiggle and hump at his semi-stiff cock inside you. Jake hisses in over-stimulation but doesn't stop you. He swears he will never, ever stop you.

His attentions on your breasts slow but he can't seem to let you go for a long time, long after your legs fall away from him, limp and twitching.

A pair of goodbye pecks is his parting gift before Jake nuzzles up the column of your neck and takes what little breath you've regained, curling his arms around you as his tongue curls with yours.

When he adjusts again, he realizes how sore he's getting from kneeling on the floor, and sits up to help you, too.

"Let me get--I'll just--"

Jake can almost reach a towel inside the bathroom from this position with his long arms, but he's sure to warm up the tap and trash the condom before returning to gently wipe you. He may have made a quick pass at his lenses in there as well.

You look dazed and delightfully sated, basking in the streak of light from the bathroom, leaning on your palms like you're on a beach somewhere.

"Fuck, you're stunning," he says without thought.

He...lingers a while to clean you up, overtly mapping these bits of you he hasn't seen yet.

"What took you so long?"

Jake tosses the towel up into the sink behind him and manhandles you into his arms.

"I might've ruined everything." He starts to lower you into your bed, but you don't release your arms from around his neck. "You could've kicked me out."

He's not going to argue. He won't say 'no' to you.

"Come here, you dork. You can't keep me waiting anymore."

Jake climbs into the cramped, cozy space with you, mentally noting that a bigger bed is definitely on the shopping list.

A/N: I am strategically leaving out my thoughts on the next morning for now because I'm just too excited, eeeee!

[Next part: Feed The Fish]

[queenofbaws]

Hey Queenie, hope you're feeling much better!

Not sure how this works but, um *holds out tatty old pillowcase* trick or treat.. :)

"oooOooOoHohohoho!!!! welcome, welcome!!! come on up to the stoop, don't be shy now, don't be shyyyy!!!"

as you hesitantly climb the first and only stair of what the strange creature called a 'stoop' for some unknowable reason, it throws something quickly into your pillowcase and cackles, holding tight to its crown of - are those tin cans??? - before scurrying back behind the door.

you stand there, on this stoop that isn't really a stoop, and from your pillowcase a sound makes itself known. a rattling. at first it's quiet, almost unnoticeable...but then, once you hear it, you can't unhear it.

what is that? is it the rattle of bones? a bag of marbles click-clacking around? is it a very old and exceptionally tiny appalachian man menacingly playing the spoons uponst his knee?

you gather your courage. you peer into the bag.

oh GOODNESS! there was no need to worry - it was only this odd assortment of novelty chattering teeth toys!!! how silly they look! if you'd been the one making them, you're...not sure you'd give them eyeballs, but the more you think on it...yeah, the ones without eyes are still pretty rough, huh?

you chuckle at yourself and hop down off the stoop-step, starting for the sidewalk again. but before you look away, one last thought occurs to you...

why the fuck did she buy so many of these?!

[latinthusiast]

i was telling one of my latin teacher friends about finnish (i've been telling her about cool places the grammars have parallels etc) and i mentioned that 1) puu is tree, which led me to then tell her about how 2) puussa means 'in the tree' which led to 3) isossa puussa 'in the big tree' which she said sounded like Jar Jar Binks. And then I thought to myself, "oh no, what if this whole language is Jar Jar Binks coded"

once you hear it you can't unhear it

[olderthannetfic]

i wanna ask the audience: do you tend to change the voices of the characters when u read fic depending on how in-character the author writes them? or do you just hear your own voice narrating the story? do you reassign them better voices (i imagine part of that is making fancasts via voice actors..)?

im wondering bc i once listened to a podficcers take on a pwp and now whenever i read one of those authors fics i still hear that podficcers voice instead of the characters lol it was that good! i cant unhear it so its a part of my reading experience now i guess

--

I might get this if I went and read the books I've listened to with particularly fantastic narrators who do the voices. Other audiobooks where people just read in their own voices or fic where I haven't listened to a podfic, not so much.

I don't hear things I'm reading. Not in my own voice. Not in any voice.

In general, I don't pay attention to voices. I can spot RM's in a song in 2 seconds, but I can't even identify 99% of musicians I like by voice, never mind actors playing characters. Unless they're particularly distinctive and I really love their voice, I just don't care. Hearing them during reading would be like silently mouthing the words to myself as I read: possible but rare.

[positivelybeastly]

Wanna hear something really funny?

I just found out a song I believed was from the Beatles for almost 20 years isn't even a Beatles song. It's actually from a german band called Fools Garden and the song is called Lemon Tree.

I feel like I have been lied to my whole live even if no one ever told me it's from the Beatles. I just heard the song once and went "Yeah that's a Beatles song" and when I looked it up I found it on youtube right away. I even talked about that song so many times cause I often have a catchy tune from it and everytime I asked people if they knew the song Lemon Tree from the Beatles they just said ofc they knew that song... And now all I can find is people talking about that this isn't a Beatles song and I'm just so confused now...

Like all this time this was even one of my favorite "Beatles" song and it's not even their song... or a song that they have ever sung at all...

I only found out about this because I was watching a video about famous german 90s songs...

Here's the song from the original band btw: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCQfkEkePx8

"In fairness, it's something of an easy mistake to make - the song does have a certain retro styling and a melancholic lyrical quality that Lennon, McCartney and Harrison often brought to their work.

I can hear tinges of Free As A Bird, Something - their later era work, when they were more invested in complex post-production techniques and had replaced their aggressive edge for something more reflective and, in a way, morose."

"That being said, there is something so very 90s Britpop about the song that I can't unhear whenever it hits the ear - it has a twinge of more modern irony that you don't really hear in Beatles lyrics, something more akin to Blur or Oasis, which makes it dateable but not dated, if that makes sense."

"Incidentally, if you've never listened to What's the Story (Morning Glory)? or The Great Escape, you should. Those are both astonishingly good albums."

"🎶 I met him in a crowded room, where people go to drink away their gloom, he sat me down and so began, the story of a charmless man~

Educated the expensive way, he knows his claret from his beaujolais, I think he'd like to have been Ronnie Kray, but then nature didn't make him that way~🎶"

[nero-vanderwolf]

Ryuji Sakamoto was used to taking blame.

He had taken the blame in middle school when one of his classmates had broken the teacher’s podium.

He had taken the blame in first year of high school when one of his track friends fucked up and found himself in the line of fire of Kamoshida’s wrath.

He had taken the blame for his dad beating the shit out of him daily, screaming at his mom and calling them both names he would never unhear.

This was no different.

Goro Akechi was gone. And it was his fault. It had to be.

There was more he could have done. There was something, something, about that day he could have done differently. He could have done anything other than fucking stand there and watch as Goro sacrificed himself for them-

The sounds of the alarms still rang in his ears, still haunted his dreams. Akechi did, too.

And he had the audacity to insist he was a good kid, plead for mercy because there was more to him than met the eye. He had the audacity to claim to be misunderstood when he played into the stereotype surrounding him.

He broke dress code, dyed his hair, cursed loudly and skipped school. He goofed off and had tried smoking once (never again), he never listened to what he was told.

Yeah. Of fucking course he’d be “misunderstood”.

God, he hated himself. Playing pretend, goofing off and joking. Now here he was, his jokes and goofs having gotten someone killed. Akechi, despite the hatred, despite the bitterness, had given his life for them. All of them.

His suffering was nothing compared to everyone’s else’s. Nothing compared to Ann’s, to Yusuke’s, to Futaba’s, to Haru’s, to Akira’s or Makoto’s, to Sumire’s. To Akechi’s.

His suffering was nothing’s. He had barely suffered, really. After being beaten to a pulp by Kamoshida, he was all but freed from the wrath. Sure, he had been “called into Kamoshida’s office” more than once, and sure, he had been called worse names than even his dad called him, but the others had it worse than he did.

Ryuji Sakamoto was a good kid, he really was.

He tried to pay attention in class, he tried to do his work, he tried to watch his language. He tried to keep his temper under control, to go to school.

But he couldn’t. He couldn’t do anything he wanted to, really. He couldn’t even pay attention in class, how did he expect himself to save someone’s life?

It hurt, knowing he’d never be able to change it. He’d never be able to save the one person he needed to. He’d never be able to see that stupid, irritating smile, hear that grating voice. He’d never be able to feel himself freeze whenever those scarlet eyes fixed on him, never be able to use clever comebacks to those stupid witty comments Akechi always seemed to have-

...Oh.

What a terrible time to realise. What a horrible, awful time to understand. What a cruel joke it was, knowing.

He couldn’t even tell anyone. He couldn’t call Ann, scream to her about it like he always had. He couldn’t give thought to these horrible, terrible feelings. That would just make the hurt worse.

He would never be able to tell Goro Akechi he was sorry. He would never be able to tell Goro Akechi he loved him.

He would never be able to undo what was done.

GOD this is so good. ryuji constantly taking the blame through his whole life. he blames himself for EVERYTHING even things he can't control and silently suffers because he doesn't want to make things worse. god, that hits hard. not wanting to bring up a topic in fear of someone else getting upset. not wanting to vent about something that CONSTANTLY BOTHERS YOU just because you don't want to bother someone else so you just cover it up. god. rooji....

[teabights]

"He'd shoot the wings off a fly." (What a baby i love him)

"You think it was a german leg, hoob." (ROE THIS WAS A POORLY TIME JOKE)

"DOC!" (Says this so sternly, kinda hot)

"Lip, where's Dike?" (Shivering lil baby)

"That lump in his throat is his god damn nose." (Sometimes its the delivery of the lines thats hilarious)

"Singing dike's praises." (Skip comic relief)

"Hes just another one of those arrogant rich jerks from yale." (Winters you funny bitch)

"What in a barrel?" (Why he say it like that? Lets talk about it *good mythical morning theme song plays*)

Dike leaving mid convo is such a damn mood sometimes ngl.

"I wish they told there was a war going on." (I love this line, its so funny)

"I wanna head back to the line, sir." (NOOOOOO)

"Tied me own boots once all by myself." (Love Bill)

The whole Skip going through the wounded list is one of my favorite. "And buck got shot in his rather large butt in holland." (That moment in the bob book is hilarious)

Lt Spiers is such a baby and no one wants to take a cigarette from him and everyone looks at him terrified to take it.

(I ALSO NEED TO KNOW IF PERCONTE TOLD EVERYONE HE BRUSHED HIS TEETH A FUCK TON)

"I gotta get my helmet" ( :( one of the saddest moments istg)

Heffron calling from under the tree brambled, sweet baby boy.

"Told you i'd beat you back to the states." (BILL PLEASE)

Luz walking up to Lip after, looking like a whole damn snack.

Also, shane pointed out that you can hear the echo bc they filmed this in an aircraft hanger, and i can't unhear it now. Never noticed the echo before.

Lip: praises George before bossing him around

Always be thinking about if George got into their foxhole.

Everyone: LIP SMOKING?!?!?

Dick: talking to Dike. Dike: monkey banging symbols together.

✨️✨️✨️SPIERS✨️✨️✨️

Shifty being number 1.

✨️lip and spiers✨️

And of course Luz "thanks for crappin in our foxholes ya shitheads."

[leffee]

i know youre mostly focused on the pets and all (especially Vinnie), but I’m curious- thoughts on Blythes human friends? I mean Youngmee, Jasper, and Sue. Maybe even Kora. and maybe even Whittany (even if it was just for one episode)

Ok, listen, back in the day everyone used to say that the pets' part of the episodes were much better because well, the pets were just better, and as much as I agree/d, I think the human side was pretty great too. Honestly? I don't think this show had any bad human characters, a lot of them were just straight-up great. While they were a few pet characters I found annoying or just bad, when it comes to people? I don't think I disliked any. But anyway, Blythe's friends, huh? This is actually something I really wanted to talk about, so thanks for that my dear anon.

Youngmee, oh boy, I love Youngmee. Though I always liked her, only recently I have developed genuine love for her. There's just something about her being nice and kind overall of course, but also mixed with some more "wilder" traits that I absolutely love. When Blythe said in one episode "Reverse psychology doesn't work on her. Neither does normal psychology actually." (or something like that) it was incredible. She has that sort of unnerving trait sometimes, like when in that one episode she kept creeping Blythe out by messaging her whenever Blythe hit new stage of her dad having a date (that we know he didn't actually but that's not important rn). Like, Blythe was just straight-up creeped up, it was great really. She's great. But after discovering that she has the same VA as Biskit twins I can't unhear her talking like them sometimes, it's especially easy to hear when she's laughing, check if you don't believe.

Jasper, I love Jasper, I love him so much, to me he is like Vinnie of the human group, trust me, they'd be bros. The one problem, much like Vinnie, he was often treated like the "stupid and obnoxious friend who talks without thinking" and sometimes it was genuinely annoying. It wasn't his fault though so I don't blame him, and that didn't diminish my enjoyment of him, thank the stars. Where did he disappear in season 4 I do not know, but we need to find him, where is bro. He deserved more, and I think he's my favourite out of Blythe's friends, but Youngmee is not far behind. Oh another thing, I said it before and I say it now, peak outfit design for me on a character is them wearing a hoodie, so like, he gets bonus points for that.

Sue while definitely my least favourite of Blythe's main friends, is still pretty good. I don't like her stubbornness though, it exists in some moments, an example? When in Blythe's crush episode she pretty much forced Blythe, who mind you had no roller skating experience, to ride on one leg. Like, miss, no, you don't force people to do something like that, especially when they can genuinely hurt themselves. And guess what? Blythe did, she ran into Josh and fell. Sure, nothing happened, but it could have. HoWevEr, there is one thing that absolutely sold her to me and to this day I think it was one of the most thought-provoking of the people's part of the episodes. When she praised Blythe to no end and wanted to be just like her, you know, Be yourself song episode? She just threw everything away and wanted to be 100% like Blythe, and if that doesn't speak of some deep insecurities then I don't know what does. You know I love me some confident characters that are actually deeply insecure, so that was my absolute jam. It bordered on obsession, and you know I love obsessions also. My goodness, she's just like me fr fr, wanting to steal someone's entire personality because (maybe) she doesn't like her own.

Kora disappeared ;-;. She was only in her introduction episode, and I think she was somewhere in the Pet Fest episode, but like in the background, and I think once more before that when she was helping Blythe with organizing this thing, but it was never a big role, or heck, she didn't even have any dialogue if I'm correct. Wait no! She was in one more episode in which Blythe worked with her and then bought too much and had to give back money, got it, I almost forgot about it. Still, that's not that much. That's a shame actually, because I think she was a really pleasant character, even if I don't have much to go over. Oh well, what I saw I did like, she's good.

Whittany huh? Biskit twins are great, they are great characters, because if they were real I would smack them upside the head, as characters they are incredible though and definitely entertaining, not to mention have good songs. When it comes to that one episode when they were friends, I must admit, it was very nice, them just talking and sort of bonding was heart-warming. In addition, it provided one of the funniest scenes in lps - Whittany: "This is my soap, just like everything else in this house." Blythe: "Everything in this house is your soap?" or something like that. Maybe it's just me, and now I don't find it as funny, but not so long ago I thought it was absolutely hilarious. Having said all that, I don't believe in that whole "I'm mean to you because Brittany doesn't like you and she's my twin sister," reason at all. Girl, you were there when you first met Blythe, and you didn't like her just as much, plus Whittany's usually the one who comes up or initiates plans against her.

At the end of the day, we all know that Roger is the best human character 😀👍. 

I need to overanalize and overthink this show all the time or I'm unfulfilled in life, I'm obsessed with it. It's crazy how the one difference between normal and abnormal obsession (like in obsessive-compulsive disorder) is whether it causes you mental distress. Lemme tell you, lps causes me only happiness and serotonin output that was repressed for years because I had no one to talk about it to.

[pokeglitchden]

[The Following Offscreen- In character event takes place at 11:30PM

Previous Part found here - Collaboration with @ladyzee-oddityhunter

CW- Blood, Gore, Broken Limbs, Pokemon Abuse, Death mention, possession

Simon takes a careful step away from the utterly disheveled looking Oddity Hunter he now found himself standing before. Dark wafts of purple smoke play about her face as she stares him down through sopping wet tangles of ragged pink hair. Her eyes are just a bit too wide, unblinking as she staggers towards him, her legs twisting out unnaturally as they seem to struggle to find a comfortable way to hold her. "Okay, er.." Simon starts, holding up a hand as he backs away, "Zee? Whatever's going on, try to stay calm, alright? I'm... I'm just going to get you back to town. Er... and probably to a hospital." A grin, just as menacing as it is unnatural, splits too wide across Zee's face.

You can clearly see the red between her teeth.

"Town? I'd love to go to town, mister."

She begins to shamble back up the slope towards Simon. Other than her broken fingers her body still looks mostly solid, if not a bit worse for wear. It's clear her pokemon have been holding back, trying not to injure her.

But this isn't Zee any more.

She grabs Carmelita, the Oricorio who'd so bravely stood before her, by the throat and silences a panicked squawk from it. Dark energy seems to gather in her palm, striking the pokemon point blank with a Shadow Ball. She smashes the pokemon into the ground with a hiss.

It lays there, unmoving.

Simon blanches a little. He takes a trembling step back as Zee begins to advance again, wobbling as she does. Her eyes meet Simon's unblinking as a scowl crosses her lips once again.

"I'm going back to the town. If you get in my way too, I'll twist your head off and shove it up your ass."

Simon winces, unclipping a Pokeball now from his belt. This has gone far enough.

"Okay Zee.." he says, a little breathlessly, "We'll get you back, just hang on."

He tosses the Pokeball and from it bursts, Mimic, the blue tinted glitch pokemon that takes the form of either its trainer or their pokemon as it pleases. Today Mimic looks like a bright blue copy of Simon, complete with thick eyeglasses (and an uncanny lack of eyes behind them). It watches Zee with a vacant kind of ambivalence, expression totally neutral as it lies in wait beside its trainer.

"We can talk this out, right?" Simon asks, addressing the spirit now, "Don't you think you could just leave. This is possession, right?"

Zee glances between Simon and Mimic a few times (as if trying to better understand just WHAT this strange blue copy of him was supposed to be.)

"Leave?" she asks as she shambles further towards him, “No. I’ve been waiting a long time for someone to come here. I’m going home. I’m getting him BACK for this!”

The swirling, purple mist intensifies as her face twists with fury.

“He deserves to DIE FOR THIS! HE RUINED MY LIFE!”

With a hate filled shriek, clouds of dark mist begin to swirl about her. She is shouting now, words overlapping with one another in a cacophony of hate, pleading to unhearing gods for vengeance she was owed and so sorely denied. Her anguish swiftly devolves into sounds impossible to recreate with a human mouth.

She sways, as if ready to collapse, before falling head long into a sprint towards Simon. He gasps, staggering backwards, almost falling as he shouts in a panic. "Mimic!!"

Mimic's head snaps to attention as it's eyes come to focus on Zee. It rushes to intercept her, firing off a shadow ball in response, mimicking the attack it had seen her use on Carmelita. It snarls at Zee as the attack connects, standing before Simon protectively.

Zee is knocked clean off her feet, sent tumbling back down the slope from the force of the impact. (So much for her perfect manicure)

Behind him, he can hear Benjie whimpering. Its clear the pokemon can't stand seeing its trainer hurt, but it seems to know as well as Simon does. This still is not Zee.

She lurches back to her feet like a puppet on strings. Her ankle gives way beneath her when she stands, rolling awkwardly beneath her as she pitches forward. Her cold eyes snap to Mimic.

“Bastard… What the FUCK are YOU?”

She pulls a few ragged, shallow breaths as she limps back up the hill upon failing joints. A fine purple mist gatheres around her hands as she makes a dash at Mimic. She raises a vicious shadowed claw to swipe at the strange blue pokemon.

The attack goes right though. It does absolutely nothing. Mimic just stares back at her a bit blankly, its head cocking vaguely to one side. Simon takes his place next to his Mimic and stares down at her. "I'm only going to ask you to leave once more." he says, "Tell me, just who is it you're looking for. Do you even know if he's still alive?"

Zee snarls at him, dumbfounded and frustrated by the lack of impact her attack had upon Mimic.

"What, as if you'll help me?" she asks with a sneer, "I'm not telling you a damn thing. Trusting someone is how this HAPPENED.”

She takes a step back, and then another, before turning abruptly to bolt. Benjie gives out a cry of alarm, dashing to cut her off before she can escape.

"Hey wait!" Simon calls after her, "Mimic! Don't let her get away!!"

[anxiousmillennialcowboy]

the only one of the pillars I've seen live and actually met (several times) is sammy.

(fun fact: he once landed in my ex's lap during a match with thunder rosa! good times.)

in those meetings, I got a lot of impressions: eager, determined, passionate, egotistical, unsure. fundamentally, he seemed to genuinely love pro wrestling and wanted nothing more than to make a career of it.

when I heard his comments about sasha banks, I had one of those, "we were all rooting for you!" moments and now can't unhear it every time I see his face. the heat he's garnered since is justifiable.

that said, when I hear promos like the one tonight, I see that young wrestler who went toe-to-toe with Zach Sabre, Jr. in a Knights of the Columbus, who fought stiff with Thunder Rosa in an Austin bar and didn't know what the future held, and my heart hurts, unsure whether to cheer or boo.

[lenasai]

i got a new pair of headphones a few days ago and i can tell they're good because i have never heard the bongo man in september so clearly

once you hear the bongo man you can't unhear him

[violentlyhxppy]

once you hear james voice in a country song, you can't unhear it. i keep imagining him singing chattahoochee.

[margridarnauds]

I've played and enjoyed fable but it's been a while and couldn't make the connection to that recent post with Stephen fry about changing names. do you mind explaining?

Stephen Fry voices a bisexual, thotty, casually murderous pirate in Fable II/Fable III who is the love of my life one of the most popular recurring characters in the game. Once you hear the Voice, you can't unhear it. (He also does, canonically, dress up as a woman for portraits -- which I have mixed feelings about given Reaver's *everything*, the stigma the games usually have against crossdressing, and some of the ways that Fable hasn't really aged well over the years, but also...as a fandom, and on a Watsonian level, I think it's relatively safe to say we've all adopted Reaver as a genderfluid icon.)