#song: future holds

[lyricallymnded]

future holds // bastille feat. bim

[jmflowers]

[vintagegirl01]

Loving you is a losing game

Marc Spector x fem! reader (Steven and Jake are mentioned briefly)

Summary: Marc meeting you was one of the best things to have happen to him. However, the demons of his past make him feel otherwise. You help him see that the love you share is one that should be fought for.

A/N: This is what I thought while listening to the song Arcade by Duncan Laurence. Of course with a happier twist.

A/N 2: Purely for entertainment purposes, so please don’t come after me. As I said, I'm still getting used to writing pieces like this.

Marc Spector’s life has never been easy. From the trauma of his young brother’s death to everything he’s during his time as Khonshu’s avatar, he’s felt like a ticking time bomb. Though he’s tried to use his time as Moon Knight to right his wrongs, it never feels like it’s enough.

When he meets you, he begins to see that there is more to life than vengeance. Marc begins to let himself enjoy your presence when he and you hit it off at the gym.

You weren’t a gym rat by any means but you had started a membership in the hopes of getting in shape and learning self-defense by using their punching bag. Seeing you hit the bag by yourself catches his attention and he begins to give you some pointers on how to improve your stance. Over time, this leads to you becoming sparring partners and eventually exchanging phone numbers. Although,this leads to you all regularly hanging out outside your sparring hours.

The day he asked you out was a shock for him because not only did he actually let himself be brave enough to ask the question but you eagerly accepted his invitation. It’s even more surprising to find out that one date led to another. Then another until you both have officially unofficially started dating.

Despite everything going well, he knew that there were things he needed to tell you. About his DID. His past. Being the avatar to an Egyptian deity in exchange to right the wrongs from his ugly past.

This then leads him to begin feeling self conscious about himself. His inner dialogue begins to consist of questions such as: What if he didn’t deserve this chance at happiness? What if she thinks I’m crazy or thinks I’m making this up?

Marc then begins to hear his mother’s voice. Telling him that he is unworthy of receiving love and will only continue to destroy all the lives that he surrounds himself with. Steven and Jake try to snap him out of this but Marc is paralyzed. At this moment, Marc only thinks one thing.

“I have to break up with her before I hurt her”, Marc thought.

_____________________________________

“Marc, this isn’t funny. Stop joking, you say.

“I’m not joking. I think we should break up,” said Marc.

“But why, Marc? Did I do something wrong?”

“Of course, you didn’t. You’ve been the best thing to have ever happened to me.”

“Then why are you doing this?” You take your hand in his, looking at him sadly. “Please, tell me why you’re acting as if I’m a disease.”

“Imthedisease.” He says as if he’s trying to rip off a bandage.

“What, baby?”

“I said, I'm the disease. I seep into innocent lives and destroy them.” He looks at you tearfully.

“Marc, that’s silly. What are you talking about?”

Marc then begins to explain everything. From the death of his younger brother to the lives he took during his time as a mercenary. He also makes sure to mention that he is the vigilante, Moon Knight, and has two other individuals living within his head. He concludes all of this by saying, “Loving me is a losing game.”

Once he’s done explaining all of this, Marc is waiting to see your reaction to all this. Will you call him crazy? Run away from him? Scream?

Instead, you take his hands in your own.

“Loving you isn’t a losing game, Marc,” you tell him. I love you and long as we have each other, we can face whatever life throws at us.”

At this, Marc pulls you into a big hug. He lets himself break down because he knows that you’re here to stay and love him. For his strengths and weaknesses, through good and bad times. He knows you will be there for him.

As you two are still embracing, he starts to believe that he is worth loving after all.

[things-stronger-than-fear]

can we talk about the katniss/lucy gray parallels (or lack thereof) for a sec?

they're superficially the same, because of the things we talk about all the time: they're both female victors from 12. there are things that come with that culture and background -- the mockingjay, the plants, the songs. those similarities aren't so much between them as people, as individuals -- they're born of coming from the same culture. the most significant thing they share is their resilience; their spirit of resistance and rebellion. their defiance.

but really, all those things they share, only serve to demonstrate just how different they are as individuals (because personality is different from upbringing or values).

we parallel their sarcastic bows, but they're so so different. lucy gray is a performer mockingly curtseying and saying "kiss my ass", where katniss is a hunter who doesn't have time for this society bullcrap.

they both sing the hanging tree, but as i've ranted about, their renditions show how different they are: lucy gray, again, a performer with a spirit unbroken, loud and charming and sassing right to the capitol's face, daring them to defy her, daring them to look away. katniss, again, a hunter, quiet but unyielding, sparking rebellion under the capitol's nose.

they both won their games, but in such different ways. lucy gray charmed the snakes (both literal and in the form of one coriolanus snow), while katniss threw down with weaponry.

lucy gray said look at me, care about me. katniss said fight for me, fight with me.

and so what we see is that they are not at all the same person, but that's what's so important. because it's not just one person or one type of person that puts their foot down and rebels. we don't need a specific kind of Chosen One to light the spark -- anyone can.

[realboutfatalfury]

Tried my best to hear it, trying to believe in

You and me having one final goodbye, I'll see you waving

Trying to believe it, I think I believe it

That one day we'll meet again

and continue this dreamland In the gleaming dawn

we'll wake up once again

[askthekoopsandjr]

Hi! A question for all of you, what is your favorite song?

[itspileofgoodthings]

tags continued from prev post.

[scramble-crossing]

Twewy acoustic

10/10 FANTASTIC album! Your ocean, Voices, and Breaking Free were the highlights for me :] Voices especially! I never really payed special attention to that song before but man...it's so good

I kinda wish we'd gotten at least one more fast-paced song but maybe that's not in the acoustic spirit? Idk I'm not much of a music buff. Shibuya Survivor, Unpainted, bird in the hand, or Storm would've been really fun to hear though! Or yknow what fuck it. We're Losing You. Don't ditch the screamo vocals just throw in a guitar player and listen to them hang on for dear life in the background I'm sure that'll sound great

No Twister? Really? We got a twewy album WITHOUT a millionth Twister remix?? I'm shocked

It's So Wonderful didn't really feel super different to me (I think mostly because what I always remember best of it is just the opening riff) but I like it on there anyways. Feels right yknow?

Calling though. It did feel just a smidge unnecessary to me. There's already been a ton of great Calling remixes and this one's just kind of...eeeeeeh. It doesn't really stand out against the crowd.

Disconnect Me I'm a huge fan but where did you come from. I swear to god I've never heard this song before in my life it's driving me crazy trying to remember it

Get that Final Fantasy song out of there right now THIS IS OUR MOMENT!!!!!!1

So...no Transformation?

[darklight-owl]

You guys ever think of Layclaire. You guys ever think of how afraid of intimacy Hershel must have been after the Randall incident. You guys ever think about how he was so bashful with Claire and how that might have been because he was scared of emotional vulnerability but still willing to try. You guys ever think of how she was ripped away from him just as he was getting comfortable. You guys ever think about how Hershel's hat is symbolic of his tendency to hide his emotions. And how Claire gave that hat to him just before she died. You guys ever think of him taking it off after she said "I know you'll stay strong" and disappeared. You guys ever think of the way Claire's confidence helped Layton recover from his trauma.

Anyway here's the lyrics to Um It's Kind Of A Lot by Will Wood. No I'm not drawing parallels again I just want to show you the lyrics to Um It's Kind Of A Lot by Will Wood. uh huh. yeah.

[averyghe]

The Gardeners that have created a garden of Ea in the Solar system. Created as they did on the many other stars. In the Middle of the Garden there was a gigantic God-Tree, that have sprouted up to the space, with its titanic trunk, several thousands of the kilometres long. From the garden – the Eden, life have appeared.

A CONFESSION OF A BAD THIEF

Recently I feel horrible in terms of my art, and writing. I see many magnificent people creating their magnificent universes – the immérité magical worlds. And then I look at my art. At my world, which I’m retconing far and wide, without actually creating much. I look at my art style which, creates the feeling that I barely know what I want to draw, like if im trying to simulate an artwork of others be it Moebius, Android Arts, or Lucas Roussel. I always believed the the true artist is a thief – that you are unable to create something of your own without gathering an inspiration from the others. However with my art it feels like there is barely anything of my own. It feels like I’m processing the work of others just to spit out something of a lesser quality. Indeed I’m trying to make my own vision of a Roussels Rust and Humus. Some say that an imitation is a highest form of flattery. Well, I’m a proof that this is true. While drawing the tree of Ea, and thinking about how it’s trunk eventually became the Moon, I realised that it is literally the rust and Humus. I’m copying without realising!

That is certainly no good. At least from my perspective. And from here on, I will search for a new way. While still having Roussel, or be it Moebius, or both Miyazakis, I’m starting my search for a CLEAR MIND. At the end I want to finally become a Cosmic Gardener, nurturing orchards of my own creation.

As always I need to think. I’m a very slow person in the field of those matters. I need to think, rearrange staff, again and again, maybe bake a couple of Pies. Working with the dough is always good. The only thing better is a walk from a forrest to the meadows,in pastures, somewhere in the end of July. Oh Wallonian Forrests – My love. There certainly should be a Forrest in a story I wish to create. Forrests are always good.

[dearheart42regenerated]

WELCOME TO THE KANECO FAMILY. 🏙️ - a motorcity mix for Detroit Deluxe ✨

Coming to you live from the City Of The Future - where it's safe and clean and the sun always shines! Founded by your great visionary leader, Abraham Kane, KaneCo's innovation saved a crumbling Detroit from catastrophe and will continue to[WAKE UP. RESIST. WAKE UP. RESIST. WAKE UP-]

helloooooo again guess who's been obsessing over another overly-long playlist for my favorite dead fandom :)))

here come the black mirror/1984 vibes! 👀 where the MIKE & MOTORCITY! mix was all loud kickass rock 'n' roll rebellion, this companion playlist for Deluxe has more of a "character arc" to it - starting off in shiny synthwave heaven, settling into corporate monotony, then slowly peeling back the layers to uncover the dark backstory and dystopian truth underneath in moody beats and epic cinematic pop... (featuring some implied Kane tragedy and one sad Jacob song lol)

but all is not lost! as the Burners chip away at Kane's control and more Deluxians see the truth and escape, the two cities begin to affect each other more...and Motorcity has a few things to teach the kids up top about stickin' it to The Man when it's needed most.

especially when it gets scary. ✊

[purecommemasolitude]

you guys ever listen to vse kar vem

[kitsure]

Happy 15th to the number one princess in the world!!

[ralseinumberonebiggestsupporter]

jsut remembered i had an undertale oc in middle school called rye that was a boss monster that got beat up and poisoned by muffet's pet and now she refused to talk

[fromsupernaturaltof1]

what is going through his head?

I need to give him a hug and make him forget the world exists

[thelastattempt]

‘You said I’m holding onto heartache, you said I wear it like a crown, it’s gonna drag me down’; how far do you need to push someone before they find comfort in pain? when you’re so familiar with glass between your ribs that you start treasuring your trauma, feel the tear in your lungs with each breath and know it’s the only evidence that you’re still alive. when you agree that yes, ‘I’m holding onto heartache’ because there’s not a whole lot else left. when someone has to tell you that they see you burning, they see you hoarding up your chewed nails, that you’re still clenching tight even though the impact hit years ago.

‘I still have dreams about it’ because what ifs are whispering from the walls and even though it never could have lasted, even though it was always unsustainable and unrealistic, when it flickered out with a whimper it created a permanent black hole in me. and the stolen maybes ‘keep me drifting back to darkness’ every time I take a step forward because it didn’t need to be this way and I am forever in mourning for who I could have been.

I am my own worst critic, my own saboteur, my own cyclical nightmare. ‘To be honest I’m not easy on myself’ and I will put myself in situations that hurt me, I will see you and I will yearn and crack and break, because everything always always ‘comes flooding back’, like a tidal wave, like a monsoon, like I’m doomed to tread water and never take a full breath again.

‘You should be staring at the sky, the birds just passing by love’. In a parallel universe, I would have been reclining in a field with daisies on my fingertips, beautifully ignorant of my own capacity to endure but here, today, it’s become a choice. ‘Time will always heal you, if you let it make its way into your bones’; Today I’ve tortured myself worse than anyone else, I wear the scars of ages, the burns from coals and the lashes from tongues. Today, I step out of the darkness.

I’d like a little peace now.