#song...penso a te

[elejah-wonderland]

elejah_au

Love is in the Air

_a tvd fanfic_part 3

a/n: first of all

Thank you 🎈🤗

for reading and liking.

_this is a little light-hearted love story, set in Rome, Italy.

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"Elena!" Elijah muttered looking at the woman somewhat dumbfounded. She was the last person in this world that he thought would meet. A feeling of strange warmth splayed across his chest as her hand now moved in a single wave followed by a little smile. "Hello, there"

"Hello," Elena uttered with a surprised gulp, her heart lurched in an excited rhythm, "Elijah"

"Uhm - sorry that I am so" Elijah found himself gapping.

"Speechless?" Elena teased a little, finding it completely unusual that she could be so forward with a man she had seen such a long time ago, and yet, it felt like it was yesterday.

"Yes - I guess - it's just - yesterday I read an article about you - and - well, I knew you were in Italy filming, but never could I've imagined I'd meet you - right - uhm - how are you?"

"Me? Fine. Busy - and fine. Taking an incognito holiday." Elena said.

"Sorry, what?" Elijah shook his head a bit.

"I finished shooting - which was exhausting, though no one would believe it - and at the end of it - I said - this is it! I am taking a couple of weeks of and escape. And here I am in Rome." Elena explained."You?"

"Me? Research - for a new book - a sequel, actually. I don't know if you know - a historical mystery thriller." Elijah said.

"Let me guess- Burning Wings sequal? Yes, I know - but why are you standing? Please take a seat it down - unless you are waiting for someone-"

"No - not waiting for anyone" Elijah said and finally sat down, "I don't really mean to intrude if you are here - with - someone"

"What?" Elena slipped, and quickly understood that he meant if she was with someone. Chuckling a bit, she shot at him quite cutely,"Well, yes, I am with an imaginary fiancé here actually, but - it really has to stay under the radar."

"Imaginary?"

"Yes. No other fiancé. And the imaginary one broke it off with me anyway. And so, I am on my own here, sipping wine and - thinking that this town is and its romantic thing just a myth."

Elijah smiled broadly now. He thought of pinching himself. Could this be real? Was she sitting there next to him, her chestnut beaming at him charmingly? Her whole being shining like a sun.  The photos he had seen didn't do her justice, he thought. She was more beautiful, than he remembered. 

If it wasn't for the waiter arriving to ask what he would have liked to drink, he would have been lost gazing at her forever.

"Yes, red - Merlot is fine. And square pizza romana with mozzarella- I have not had anything substantial to eat since I arrived.".Elijah said.

"Wow - the real thing." Elena chimed.

The waiter now turned to Elena and asked if she was going to eat anything.

"I am fine. Just another glass of the same."the brunette replied. 

"You can have a slice," Elijah offered,"unless - pizza is a no- no."

"Pizza is usually a no-no- but since I am on holiday it is a yes-yes. I had a carbonara for lunch, and before I came here, one of those chocolate and pistachio biscotti and now will pass. Thank you. When I go back home, my personal trainer will not be happy, and will definitely put me on a really tough training schedule."

"Where is home now? Still L.A?" Elijah asked.

"Thinking of moving to New York, actually." Elena said.

"I am in-between houses, cities - I've got nothing really set up. Uhm- just got divorced a few months back"

"Oh - sorry."

"It's fine. We have not been together for two years now. It just got final. And I don't have an imaginary fiancé either." Elijah joked a little.

"Noted." Elena said and then swayed to another topic-"so, you are setting the plot for the sequel in Rome?"

"Yes, I am." Elijah replied and then retrieved the memory that she knew about the first book,"did you read my book?"

Elena nodded slightly. "I started it. And I can tell you that I got hooked on it straight away. Angel is one feisty woman. They way she stood up to her father, who wanted to put her into a convent. It's going to be quite interesting to play her."

"Play her?" Elijah looked at Elena a tad bit shell-shocked.

"Yes. You will not believe it, but I got the book a couple of days ago. My agent is talking to the producer of The Creed. They want to get the rights, and if and when they do - I said yes to playing Angel. I guess, you don't know anything about it?"

"Well- my agent has mentioned that she is in talks with potential movie deal - wow- this is incredible!" Elijah looked at Elena shaking his head a bit, feeling like this meeting was not a coincidence, that there was a higher power working - something.

"Knowing my team- I have a feeling that this is gonna happen"

"OMG - suddenly I feel under pressure - for an unexplained reason."

"Yes- just - everything is - all this - us meeting is so extraordinary."

Elijah turned away seeing a couple take to the dance floor, as a very old song came on the radio.

Swaying his look to Elena, he put a hand out, "Dance?"

Elena smiled and now took his hand, and they walked to the small free area next to the bar.

[theunbearablelightnessofbein]

Ringrazio, per così dire, la sadica @vpervaffanculo

Rules: Pick a song for every letter of your url and tag that many people

T - There Is a Light That Never Goes Out - The Smiths

H - Hurricane - Bob Dylan

E - Enjoy the Silence - Depeche Mode

U - Una Storia Sbagliata - Fabrizio De André

N - Now You're Taken - Mogwai

B - Blister in the Sun - Violent Femmes

E - Ekki Múkk - Sigur Rós

A - Anonimo - Lucio Battisti

R - Rock the Casbah - The Clash

A - Alison - Slowdive

B - Bluebird of Happiness - Mojave 3

L - Lullaby - Low

E - Enver - Offlaga Disco Pax

L - L'equilibrio - Scisma

I - Incenerate - Sonic Youth

G - Grace - Jeff Buckley

H - High and Dry - Radiohead

T - Transmission - Joy Division

N - No Time No Space - Franco Battiato

E - Ecstasy - Soviet Soviet

S - Stranamore - Roberto Vecchioni

S - Stella di Mare - Lucio Dalla

O - One of These Days - Pink Floyd

F - Fade Into You - Mazzy Star

B - Breed - Nirvana

E - E Penso a Te - Lucio Battisti

I - I'm the Ocean - Neil Young

N - Nuvole Senza Messico - Giorgio Canali

G - Goodbye Stranger - Supertramp

Non taggo nessuno perché di alcuni avrei paura a vedere gli abbinamenti

[this-machine-runs-on-coffee]

"NOEL'S LAMENT" (2015 SONG CYCLE VERSION!) THIS IS NOT AN EXACT TRANSLATION, THIS IS AN ADAPTATION (AND ONE THAT STILL NEEDS TONS OF FIXING AT THAT)

I really wanted to do this lol

Don't really know what changes from this version to the official recording one other than the added verse and maybe one word in the beginning introduction to Monique Gibeau we have, so

14/08/24 UPDATE: it just occured to me that I forgot to say the og lyrics are from @jup1ter-moon's rtc archive and the only thing I added was that Jane Doe was the one to say "Mama"

ASK ME FOR PERMISSION BEFORE USING THIS, DO CREDIT ME IF YOU EVER USE THIS (I doubt you will it’s impractical and still needs so much fixing it’s unbelievable) AND TELL ME/LINK WHATEVER YOU USED IT FOR USING REBLOGS (because for some reason Tumblr doesn’t like comments with links and while I do think I understand why I don’t always like it)

(the apostrophes [or however ’ is called] are used to shorten the number of syllables often in poetry so I’m obviously abusing that power.)

NOEL Ok! Nella mia vita ero Noel Gruber che lavorava a Taco Bell in Uranium City, Saskatchewan; ma nel mio cuore, recitavo un ruolo diverso. Ero Monique Gibeau nella Francia del dopoguerra.

UNA BATTONA COL CUORE DI CARBONE SCRIVO POEMI DA BUTTARE NEL CAMINO BEVO CHAMPAGNE E TRACANNO VINO BRAVE RAGAZZE MI CHIAMANO TROMBONE NON GIUDICARE PRIMA D'ESSER ME IN QUESTO CASINO OH CLAUDE MIO MAGNACCIA SA DI MAI FARMI INCAZZARE L'ULTIMO STRONZO A FARLO è USCITO DI SCENA NON SO DOVE TROVARLO AGENTI MA SE VOI Sì PER FAVORE DITE CHE APPREZZEREI RIAVERE IL BEL COLTELLO CHE HO PIANTATO 10 VOLTE NELLA SUA SCHIENA PERCHé CANTO CANZONI FINO ALLA MATTINA M'UNISCO A UN NUOVO UOMO OGNI NOTTE LA MIA VITA è UN CARNEVALE CHE MAI FINIRà (UN MONDO DI ALCOL, DONNACCE, LUCI E BOTTE) IO VOGLIO ESSERE QUELLA MALMESSA DONNA M'HA DETTO “PENSO D'ESSER INNAMORATO DI TE” (OO-OO-OOO-OO) HO SENTITO QUELLA MENZOGNA MILLE VOLTE GIà (OO-OO-OOO-OO) OH, STASERA MI PERDO IN QUESTA BUGIA (OO-OO-OOO-OO) PRENDI AMORE QUANDO PUOI QUANDO SEI UNA TROIA SORPRESA FINISCO CON LA SUA CAZZO DI BAMBINA (AH-AH-AAH-AH) LEI PIANGE E PIANGE E PIANGE E MI LASCIA VUOTA (AH-AH-AAH-AH) LE ZINGARE M'OFFRONO UN BUON PREZZO (AH-AH-AAH-AH) SENZA DUBBIO ORA ANCHE LEI è UNA MIGNOTTA

JANE DOE (come la bambina) Mamma

NOEL PERCHé CANTO CANZONI FINO ALLA MATTINA M'UNISCO A UN NUOVO UOMO OGNI NOTTE LA MIA VITA è UN CARNEVALE CHE MAI FINIRà (UN MONDO DI ALCOL, DONNACCE, LUCI E BOTTE) IO VOGLIO ESSERE QUELLA MALMESSA DONNA QUINDI ORA VENDO IL MIO AMORE PER OPPIO (OO-OO-OOO-OO) IN UNA BETTOLA CINESE INFESTATA DA RATTI (OO-OO-OOO-OO) DI NOTTE MI BRUCIO CON SIGARETTE (OO-OO-OOO-OO) COSICCHé D'ESSER ANCORA VIVA NE HO I FATTI (OO-OO-OOOO) 8 MESI DOPO, MI PRENDO LA FEBBRE TIFODEA (AH-AH-AAH-AH) BUTTATA FUORI VEDO LA BRUTTA LUCE DEL GIORNO (AH-AH-AAH-AH) MORENDO IN UN VIALE, UN PRETE S'INCHINA VICINO A ME (AH-AH-AAH-AH)

RICKY (come il prete) Mia bambina, hai delle ultime parole per il Signore che vorresti dire?

NOEL Oui, digli che come lui scelgo di consumarmi invece che svanire

PERCHé CANTO CANZONI FINO ALLA MATTINA M'UNISCO A UN NUOVO UOMO OGNI NOTTE LA MIA VITA è UN CARNEVALE CHE MAI FINIRà PERCHé CANTO CANZONI FINO ALLA MATTINA M'UNISCO A UN NUOVO UOMO OGNI NOTTE LA MIA VITA è UN CARNEVALE CHE MAI FINIRà UN MONDO DI ALCOL, DONNACCE, LUCI E BOTTE IO VOGLIO ESSERE QUELLA MALMESSA DONNA IO VOGLIO ESSERE QUELLA MALMESSA

NOEL DONNA DONNA DONNA DONNA DONNA DONNA

CHOIR CUORE SPEZZATO, FIASCA DI VIN TATUATA CON AGHI NON STERILI DENTI MACCHIATI DI NICOTIN SUTURA CONTINUA, INFRANTI SOGNI SUPER BRUSCO SACRO TERROR OCCHI PAZZI E BRUTTO MASCARA CUORE SPEZZATO, FIASCA DI VIN TATUATA CON AGHI NON STERILI DENTI MACCHIATI DI NICOTIN SUTURA CONTINUA, INFRANTI SOGNI SUPER BRUSCO SACRO TERROR OCCHI PAZZI E BRUTTO MASCARA-AAH

NOEL SE POTESSI AVERE SOLO UN SOGNO (SE POTESSE AVERE SOLO UN SOGNO) SAREI QUELLA MALMESSA DONNA

MISCHA HEY!

So, direct translation! (used in this [and in this sometimes!] to specify the meanings and explain certain word choices)

NOEL Ok! In my life I was Noel Gruber who worked at Taco Bell in Uranium City, Saskatchewan; but in my heart, I played a different role. I was Monique Gibeau in post-war France.

A HOOKER WITH A HEART OF CHARCOAL I WRITE POEMS TO THROW IN THE CHIMNEY DRINK CHAMPAGNE AND GUZZLE WINE GOOD GIRLS CALL ME TROMBONE (in Italian there's a verb, trombare, which is vulgarly having sex. Writing trumpet wouldn't have rhymed, so, trombone) DON’T JUDGE BEFORE BEING ME IN THIS WHOREHOUSE OH CLAUDE MY PIMP KNOWS TO NEVER ANGER (vulgarly tho, a cuss word) ME LAST ASSHOLE DID THAT WENT OUT OF SCENE (got out of the scene) I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO FIND HIM OFFICERS BUT IF YOU DO PLEASE SAY THAT I’D LIKE TO HAVE RETURNED THE PRETTY KNIFE THAT I STUCK(/PLANTED) TEN TIMES IN HIS BACK FOR I SING SONGS UNTIL THE MORNING I UNITE WITH A NEW MAN EVERY NIGHT MY LIFE’S ONE CARNIVAL THAT WILL NEVER END (A WORLD OF ALCOHOL, HOOKERS, LIGHTS AND HITS [fights would sound better here in English but who cares we're here for the literal translation, aren't we?]) I WANT TO BE THAT MESSED UP (there was no good, vulgar version of fucked-up in Italian I could find that would fit, forgive me) WOMAN (fit better syllable-wise at the end) HE SAID “I THINK I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU” (OO-OO-OOO-OO) I’VE HEARD THAT LIE A THOUSAND TIMES ALREADY (OO-OO-OOO-OO) OH, TONIGHT I LOSE MYSELF INTO THIS LIE (OO-OO-OOO-OO) TAKE LOVE WHEN YOU CAN WHEN YOU’RE A WHORE (wow there are many ways to say whore in Italian [poco di buono, troia, puttana, battona, mignotta and probably others I can't remember or don't know]) SURPRISE I END UP WITH HIS FUCKING (but it's the version of fuck that is more literally with "Cock"/"Dick") KID (AH-AH-AAH-AH) SHE CRIES AND CRIES AND CRIES AND LEAVES ME EMPTY (for the rhyme + insensible was just too long of a word to put) (AH-AH-AAH-AH) THE G******* OFFER ME A GOOD PRICE (AH-AH-AAH-AH) NO DOUBT NOW SHE’S A WHORE TOO

JANE DOE (as the baby) Mama

NOEL FOR I SING SONGS UNTIL THE MORNING I UNITE WITH A NEW MAN EVERY NIGHT MY LIFE’S ONE CARNIVAL THAT WILL NEVER END (A WORLD OF ALCOHOL, HOOKERS, LIGHTS AND HITS) I WANT TO BE THAT MESSED UP WOMAN SO NOW I SELL MY LOVE FOR OPIUM (OO-OO-OOO-OO) IN A CHINESE DIVE INFESTED BY RATS(OO-OO-OOO-OO) AT NIGHT I BURN MYSELF WITH CIGARETTES (OO-OO-OOO-OO) JUST SO I HAVE FACTS TO PROVE IM STILL ALIVE (OO-OO-OOOO) EIGHT MONTHS LATER, I CATCH TYPHOID FEVER (AH-AH-AAH-AH) KICKED OUT I SEE THE UGLY LIGHT OF DAY (AH-AH-AAH-AH) DYING IN A BOULEVARD, A PRIEST KNEELS DOWN CLOSE TO ME (AH-AH-AAH-AH)

RICKY (as the priest) My child, do you have any final words for the Lord that you’d like to say?

NOEL Oui, tell him that like him I choose to burn out rather than fade away.

FOR I SING SONGS UNTIL THE MORNING I UNITE WITH A NEW MAN EVERY NIGHT MY LIFE’S ONE CARNIVAL THAT WILL NEVER END FOR I SING SONGS UNTIL THE MORNING I UNITE WITH A NEW MAN EVERY NIGHT MY LIFE’S ONE CARNIVAL THAT WILL NEVER END A WORLD OF ALCOHOL, HOOKERS, LIGHTS AND HITS I WANT TO BE THAT MESSED UP WOMAN I WANT TO BE THAT MESSED UP

NOEL WOMAN WOMAN WOMAN WOMAN WOMAN WOMAN

CHOIR SHATTERED HEART, FLASK OF WINE TATTOO’D WITH NON-STERILE NEEDLES TEETH STAINED WITH NICOTINE RUNNING NYLON(/SUTURE [searched up what running nylon was, the only relevant thing was a medicine thing apparently, searched further it was running suture or something, so here we are]), SHATTERED DREAMS SUPER CRUSTY HOLY TERROR CRAZY EYES AND UGLY MASCARA SHATTERED HEART, FLASK OF WINE TATTOO’D WITH NON-STERILE NEEDLES TEETH STAINED WITH NICOTINE RUNNING NYLON(/SUTURE), SHATTERED DREAMS SUPER CRUSTY HOLY TERROR CRAZY EYES AND UGLY MASCARA-AAH

NOEL IF I COULD HAVE JUST ONE DREAM (IF HE COULD HAVE JUST ONE DREAM) I’D BE THAT MESSED UP WOMAN

MISCHA HEY!

OG LYRICS (if you’re seeing this I doubt you don’t know them, but here they are anyway):

NOEL Fine! In my life I was Noel Gruber who worked at Taco Bell in Uranium City, Saskatchewan; but in my heart, I played a different role. I was Monique Gibeau in post-war France.

A HOOKER WITH A HEART OF BLACK CHARCOAL I WRITE POEMS TO BURN BY FIRELIGHT DRINK CHAMPAGNE AND GUZZLE GIN GOOD GIRLS CALL ME THE TOWN BICYCLE DON’T KNOCK IT ‘TILL YOU’VE TRIED MY LIFE OF SIN OH CLAUDE MY PIMP KNOWS NEVER MESS WITH ME LAST PRICK DID THAT FADED QUICK TO BLACK I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE TO FIND HIM OFFICERS BUT IF YOU DO PLEASE MENTION THAT I’D LIKE TO HAVE RETURNED THE PRETTY KNIFE THAT I STUCK TEN TIMES IN HIS BACK FOR I SING SONGS UNTIL THE BREAK OF DAWN I EMBRACE A NEW MAN EVERY NIGHT MY LIFE’S ONE NEVER-ENDING CARNIVAL (A WORLD OF BOOZY-FLOOZY FLASHING LIGHT) I WANT TO BE THAT FUCKED UP GIRL HE SAID “I THINK I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU” (OO-OO-OOO-OO) I’VE HEARD THAT LIE A MILLION TIMES BEFORE (OO-OO-OOO-OO) OH, TONIGHT I GIVE INTO THE FANTASY (OO-OO-OOO-OO) TAKE LOVE WHEN YOU CAN WHEN YOU’RE A WHORE SURPRISE I END UP WITH HIS BLOODY KID (AH-AH-AAH-AH) SHE CRIES AND CRIES AND CRIES AND LEAVES ME NUMB (AH-AH-AAH-AH) THE G******* OFFER ME A PRETTY PRICE (AH-AH-AAH-AH) NO DOUBT NOW SHE’S A WHORE JUST LIKE HER MUM

JANE DOE (as the baby) Mama

NOEL FOR I SING SONGS UNTIL THE BREAK OF DAWN I EMBRACE A NEW MAN EVERY NIGHT MY LIFE’S ONE NEVER-ENDING CARNIVAL (A WORLD OF BOOZY-FLOOZY FLASHING LIGHT) I WANT TO BE THAT FUCKED UP GIRL SO NOW I SELL MY LOVE FOR OPIUM (OO-OO-OOO-OO) IN SOME RAT INFESTED CHINESE DIVE (OO-OO-OOO-OO) AT NIGHT I BURN MYSELF WITH CIGARETTES (OO-OO-OOO-OO) JUST TO SOMEHOW PROVE IM STILL ALIVE (OO-OO-OOOO) EIGHT MONTHS LATER, I CATCH TYPHOID FLU (AH-AH-AAH-AH) KICKED OUT I SEE THE UGLY LIGHT OF DAY (AH-AH-AAH-AH) DYING IN AN ALLEY, A PRIEST KNEELS DOWN TO ME (AH-AH-AAH-AH)

RICKY (as the priest) My child, do you have any final words for the Lord you’d like to say?

NOEL Oui, tell him that like him I choose to burn out rather than fade away.

FOR I SING SONGS UNTIL THE BREAK OF DAWN I EMBRACE A NEW MAN EVERY NIGHT MY LIFE’S ONE NEVER-ENDING CARNIVAL FOR I SING SONGS UNTIL THE BREAK OF DAWN I EMBRACE A NEW MAN EVERY NIGHT MY LIFE’S ONE NEVER-ENDING CARNIVAL A WORLD OF BOOZY-FLOOZY FLASHING LIGHT I WANT TO BE THAT FUCKED UP GIRL I WANT TO BE THAT FUCKED UP

NOEL GIRL GIRL GIRL GIRL GIRL GIRL

CHOIR BROKEN HEART, A FLASK OF GIN TATTOO’D WITH A SAFETY PIN TEETH ALL STAINED WITH NICOTINE RUNNING NYLON, SHATTERED DREAMS SUPER CRUSTY HOLY TERROR WILD EYES AND BAD MASCARA BROKEN HEART, A FLASK OF GIN TATTOO’D WITH A SAFETY PIN TEETH ALL STAINED WITH NICOTINE RUNNING NYLON, SHATTERED DREAMS SUPER CRUSTY HOLY TERROR WILD EYES AND BAD MASCARA-AAH

NOEL IF I COULD HAVE JUST ONE DREAM (IF HE COULD HAVE JUST ONE DREAM) I’D BE THAT FUCKED UP GIRL

MISCHA HEY!

[moonlightazriel]

Velha infância /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Azriel was my best friend and the only thing i could think about.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,9K

Notes: Since this song is in portuguese and i'll be using the original lyrics as well torought the fic, here's the song with english lyrics: Velha infância- Tribalistas

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Você é assim Um sonho pra mim E quando eu não te vejo Eu penso em você Desde o amanhecer Até quando eu me deito

I was sitting on one of the benches in the balcony where the sparring training happens, my eyes followed every move Azriel made, the way the sun light would make his brown skin glow, how the droplets of sweats ran down his toned back, how his shadows danced beautifully around him, his strong muscles contracting when he moved his sword.

Azriel was like a dream come true, everything about him felt incredibly right, he was the most wonderful male I’ve ever met, he was kind, in a unique way, even with his past, he never let his inner light extinguish, he was smart, I would seek him whenever I needed help with something, He was skilled in every little thing he did and all I could do was to watch him mesmerized. It never was my intention to fall in love with him, I guess it just happened naturally, he treated me so good, like no male ever did, that the friendship we had since we we’re kids, turned into something more.

I was afraid of telling him, I would rather die than to ruin our friendship, even if sometimes, it seemed that he felt the same way, It was difficult not to think that maybe he loved me when he would bring me my favorite dessert every time he got out, when he would stop his own training if he saw that I got hurt, rushing to attend to me whenever I made a different noise, when he would hold me so close at the Hewn City meetings that it was hard to see where he begun and where I ended, his nose brushing on my neck while he complimented my scent.

I thought about him every day, from dusk till dawn, my every thoughts were filled with him, his scent, his black hair, his beautiful hazel eyes, his enormous wings, every time I would look at him, my mind would drift away to a future where he would tell me he loves me and we would kiss, happily dancing together to the sound of our heartbeats.

Eu gosto de você E gosto de ficar com você Meu riso é tão feliz contigo O meu melhor amigo é o meu amor

He caught my eyes, and I smiled at him, my chest filling with happiness, he made my life brighter and brought me a new kind of joy that I never expected to experience before him. He stopped Rhysand, saying that he was too tired to train anymore and started walking in my direction, the butterflies in my stomach came to life, his smile warming my heart. “ What are you up to?” His voice was raspy from the effort he made.

“Oh, you know, just resting.” He nodded, his smile widening as he seemed to think of something.

“Do you want to have lunch at that restaurant you like so much?” I nodded at him, feeling happy at his consideration with me. “Alright then, take your time getting dressed and I’ll fly us there.” He winked at me and walked away, behind him Rhysand was wiggling his eyebrows at me, apparently he and everyone knew that I was head over heels for the shadowsinger, except for him, I rolled my eyes at Rhys and showed him my middle finger.

“You should tell him, it’s obvious that he loves you too, you two just have to stop being blind and you’ll realize that you could be already together for a really long time.” He smiled at me and I nodded, maybe he was right? I couldn’t be afraid of my feelings forever.

“I’ll think about it Rhys, thank you.” I said, getting up and entering the House of Wind to change, I decided to shower, rubbing my skin with the lavender scented soap, washing my hair and doing my skin care, every time Az and I would do something together I tried to look my best, I ended up using a mid dress, the skirt flowing smoothly on my legs, it was a nice shade of light blue, I did a light makeup, only some lipstick and mascara, as soon as I got satisfied with how I looked, I stepped out of my room, Azriel was standing on the other side of the door with a hand up, ready to knock.

“You look beautiful, this dress, it’s really pretty.” He complimented and I blushed, feeling my cheeks getting warm as he took my hand and walked us to the balcony. He flown us only until we reached the ground, we enjoyed walking together through Velaris, so he gently pulled me down, and we started to walk side by side, talking about nothing important.

E a gente canta E a gente dança E a gente não se cansa De ser criança A gente brinca Na nossa velha infância

As we walked, we passed by a musician, he was playing a familiar melody, Azriel looked at me, his smile growing bigger as he stopped on his tracks, I followed him until we reached the musician. “This is the first music we danced together, on Rhys’s birthday.” The memories of our childhood, when Rhys invited all of us to his birthday, this song started to play, and while everyone found someone to dance with, I stayed behind, wishing that someone would ask to dance with me, it was Azriel, who barely knew how to dance that offered me his hand, pulling me towards the dance floor, he stump on my foot a couple of times before he understood how he should move, but it was the best dance I’ve ever had.

Just like all those years ago, he was extending his hand towards me, inviting me silently to dance, I looked at him surprised as he wasn’t the type to do this kind of things in public but I just accepted, placing my hand on his as he pulled me closer, my chest pressed against his, my head falling in the crook of his neck as he moved us around, the melody bringing me more memories of all the times we danced together exactly like this, we were the perfect match when we danced.

He whispered the melody along, and at that moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the whole world, just us, his heartbeat singing to me, I could’ve stayed like this forever, I would do it happily, but the song came to an end and we split, he gave some money to the musician and we thanked him before leaving.

“Thank you for the dance, I was missing it.” I said and he held my hand, something about all of this felt different, like the lines between friendship and love were slowly disappearing, my heart twisted in my chest in anticipation as we approached the restaurant. He pulled a chair out for me, and circulated the table to sit at the other side, a waiter came to us and we just ordered the usual and a bottle of wine, his hazel eyes looked at me, like he was staring into my soul and I blushed, all the courage starting to vanish under his gaze.

Seus olhos, meu clarão Me guiam dentro da escuridão Seus pés me abrem o caminho Eu sigo e nunca me sinto só

I stared at him too, those pretty eyes that saved me from the darkness so many times, when I would look at them, I knew that I would never be alone, his eyes brought me peace, they were my guidance in the difficult times, he analyzed my face looking for something that I didn’t know. “I asked you to lunch because I wanted to talk to you about something important.” He was serious, his whole posture told me that he was nervous and I could only imagine the reason.

“Feel free to tell me everything that you need.” I tried to smile at him, my hand reaching for his, as I held him I noticed that he was shaking and I started to get even more worried than I was, before he could speak, the waiter was back, with the bottle of wine, pouring a little on both of our cups, Azriel was quick to sip on his wine, the liquid disappearing and he asked the waiter to refill his glass. He only spoke again when the waiter left our table.

“I can’t keep this as a secret anymore, it kills me not to tell you that I love you.” He said everything so fast that I wasn’t sure if I was hearing it correctly, my heart processed the words faster than my brain and started hammering strongly against my rib cage, the butterflies went crazy and I just stared at him in disbelief.

Você é assim Um sonho pra mim Quero te encher de beijos Eu penso em você Desde o amanhecer Até quando eu me deito

“Are you serious?” It was the first thing I managed to say after a few moments in pure silence, I forced myself to talk as soon as I noticed the panic covering his features, he nodded and I couldn’t help the smile from spreading in my face, so big that all of my facial muscles began to hurt. “You’ll laugh about it when I tell you that Rhys encouraged me to tell you that I feel the same today, I was just trying to build up the courage.” Azriel did laugh about this as he gripped my hand harder. “I have no idea for how long I’ve been in love with you, you’re like a dream to me Az, it’s hard to keep my hands to myself when you’re near, I want to kiss you, to hold you and never let you go.”

“You have no idea how long I waited to hear you say something like this, I dreamed of this moment so many times, in so many ways, but all of them ended up the same, with you in my arms telling me that you’re mine.” The panic was gone now and his eyes were filled with the most pure love I’ve ever seen.

“I’m yours even before I realized I was in love with you. I’m yours until the end of times.” At that moment, Azriel lost all of his composure, flying from his seat, his hands grabbing my waist as he pulled me up, his lips capturing mine in a passionate kiss, his lips were soft, warm against mine, and the butterflies finally went quiet as he kissed me.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but your meal is here.” The waiter said and we split, laughing as he got back to his seat, we ate, unable to control ourselves, he held my hand the entire time while i smiled at him, as we finished dessert and walked out the restaurant he pulled me in for another breathtaking kiss, that made my head dizzy and my heart spin in my chest.

Eu gosto de você E gosto de ficar com você Meu riso é tão feliz contigo O meu melhor amigo é o meu amor

I looked at the male with such adoration, the one who used to be my best friend, the friend I would always seek the company, the friend who always held me when I was about to fall, the friend who have my heart and held me hostage in his was now the male I called my love, the male I would do anything to make sure was the happiest in the whole planet, Azriel deserved all the love and happiness in the world and I was going to be sure to give him this and so much more.

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

Il mondo • E più ti penso • È la mia vita • 'O sole mio • El reloj • Smile • Notte stellata (The Swan) • La luna hizo esto • Per te • Un amore così grande

Spotify

[em-prentiss]

it always leads to you (in my hometown)

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Unrelated snippets of hotchniss based on every song in evermore.

Emily presses a hand into his chest and he goes willingly, head thudding against the pillow as he looks up at her.

Maybe it’s not her strength, after all. Perhaps she just makes him pliant. “I missed you too,” she breathes.

Word count: 4.2k

Warning: number 10 contains implied domestic violence

Another warning: number 12 is mildly on crack, idk what happened there. Don't take it too seriously <3

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1.

the more that you say, the less I know 

wherever you stray, I follow 

Emily leans her head on her arm, her eyes slowly raking over him. “Penso di essere un po’ innamorato di te,” she murmurs, her voice low and gravelly. 

“What?” Aaron asks, fairly sure the bits he heard over the pounding music weren’t English. Emily sighs and takes his drink, tipping it back and standing up. She half stumbles out of the booth and moves to stand in front of him.

She extends her hand. “Balla con me?”

Aaron looks up at her in confusion. “I don’t really understand—”

She leans forward and grabs his hand, wrapping her fingers around his large palm and insistently pulling him up. She tugs and he moves, almost in a daze, the heat of her hand shutting his brain off.

Emily smiles and pulls him to the dance floor. Aaron’s feet follow hers into the throngs of people until she stops, takes his other hand to place it on her waist.

“Balla con me.” Emily repeats, letting go of his hands and looping her own around his neck. Aaron swallows as her chest presses into his, heartstrings tugging when she looks up at him with dark eyes.

“Okay,” he breathes, wrapping his hand more firmly around her waist. She beams at him and his heart aches as it pounds. “I’ll dance with you.”

2.

now I’m missing your smile, hear me out 

we could just ride around

and the road not taken looks real good now

“It’s weird that Clyde would send only you to go over a case,” Aaron muses as they stop at a red light.

Emily’s heart stumbles. “What, you think I can’t do it?” She toys with her hair absentmindedly, swallowing as her eyes trace over the line of his jaw. “If I can’t check out a case on my own I have no business running a team.”

He looks over at her and smiles. Her breath catches; she knows she’s caught out. Aaron sees it on her face, in the slightly tensed line of her shoulders, but he lets it go for now. He has precious few moments with her. He won’t squander them.

“That brings me to my next point,” he murmurs.

“Uh oh,” Emily quips, but her heart races. She knows what’s coming, knows what he’s going to ask and desperately doesn’t want him to. Being here makes it all shaky, makes her pliant and shortsighted and all too willing to say yes.

“Isn’t it time?” He ventures hesitantly as he drives off again, past familiar roads and sprawling parks. It’s a question he revisits whenever she does; hoping.

Emily looks out the window. “Nah,” she says, clenching her fingers into a fist to stop herself from pressing them against the window, trace out the shape of DC she knows in her sleep. “I like being in charge.”

3.

if it’s all in my head, tell me now

tell me I’ve got it wrong somehow 

She trips and he steadies her and they’re just a little too close; he can see the freckles on her cheeks, the deep, bottomless brown of her eyes. His eyes drop down to her lips.

Emily stops breathing. His hand on her arm burns, even through her clothes. She looks up, he’s still looking down. She places her hand on his jacket and he startles, shakes his head as if forcing himself from his thoughts, and lets go of her arm.

His eyes flit to hers and away. He steps back and stuffs his hands in his pockets, clearing his throat as Emily’s hand drops from his body. It’s been months of this; his lingering hands and wandering gaze, her batted lashes and his jacket around her shoulders. A ghostly dance, and this time it makes her break.

“Am I imagining it?” She demands harshly, the still burning skin of her arm making her snap. His eyes are back on hers. “Do you want me or is it all in my head? Is it just-”

Aaron surges forward before she can finish, his hands back on her body; her cheek, sliding into her hair as pulls her in and kisses her. She sags against him, lips lifting in satisfaction when he crushes her to his chest.

“Not in your head.” He rasps. 

She’s the one who kisses him this time.

4. 

dappled with the flickers of light

from the dress I wore at midnight 

The warm lights hit her sequined dress and reflect on Aaron’s skin, dancing, moving when she does. 

When he looks down and finds no light on his skin he frowns, turning his head in search of her. Distantly, he hears someone say there’s a minute left, so he takes two champagne flutes and goes to search for the light.

He finds her in the kitchen, snacking on the fancy hors d’oeuvres Dave supplied. “It’s almost midnight,” Aaron smiles as he approaches, enjoying the way her cheeks tint pink. Light once again dances on his skin.

“I was hungry,” she whispers, placing another mini something in her mouth. Aaron hands her a flute; they’re in the single digits now. She shakes her head, “I can’t have it.”

He frowns. “What? Why not?”

She tilts her head, an amused smile on her face as the thoughts race in his head. It only takes a moment before his eyes widen, “You’re-”

“Yeah,” Emily bites her lip. His breath hitches.

The clock strikes twelve.

She grabs his face and kisses him, the cheers and clinks of champagne flutes lost behind them. He grips her hips as his heart expands, pounds against his ribs, and holds her close when her lips leave his.

“Happy new year,” she breathes. She gives him a small smile and his heart explodes. “God,” Aaron chokes out as he pulls her into a hug. He feels her laugh into his skin, soft and sweet and just for him.

Her light seeps through his skin, right into his bones.

5.

I never was ready, so I watch you go 

She mentally kicks herself when she sees him dance with her, his large hand wrapping around her small one. Emily peeks around Reid’s shoulder, his lanky hand in hers, the delicate bones beneath her fingers reminding her who she’s dancing with.

It could’ve been her. In his arms, tucked under his chin. She wonders if he’s whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

Beth laughs and Emily’s stomach fills with acid, something nauseating that makes her pull her eyes away from the brunette. They involuntarily fall on him. Her breath hitches when she finds him already looking at her, brows slightly furrowed over those eyes she saw up close only once.

The song must’ve ended because he’s in front of her suddenly, his hand reaching for hers—distantly, she sees Beth walk over to Reid with a smile.

She tried to resent him for it—she really did—but she couldn’t muster it, not even now when she saw him dance with her. No one would spend their life waiting after just a single kiss and the promise of maybe. He’s already waited seven months, and she didn’t even look at him when she came back.

She couldn’t.

“I’m going to London.” She says quietly. He stops moving, his hand faltering on her back—just a little too low to be appropriate. It’s going to be the second time she leaves, but she won’t keep him waiting anymore.

He’s got someone else anyway.

6.

and I’ve cleaned enough houses

to know how to cover up a scene

“Stay still,” Aaron murmurs.

If anything it makes her shift more. “It fucking stings,” she hisses, trying to pull her palm from his hand. Aaron glares up at her as the glass jostles deeper into her skin.

“It wouldn’t fucking sting if you hadn’t had to climb the fence, Emily. Which you wouldn’t have done if you hadn’t snuck out.”

Emily rolls her eyes. “Am I supposed to just stick to curfew?” She huffs, as if the thought of staying home past one in the morning is unthinkable.

Aaron shakes his head and focuses back on her hand. “Just stay still,” he scowls. She closes her eyes, shivering when he drops another piece of glass onto the counter with a plink. He softens when she shudders, lifts the tweezers to give her a break before she nods.

He wraps her hand in a bandage when he’s done, splashing water into the sink and hurrying to clean the blood off the counter before it dries.

“How’d you get it on the mirror?” He mutters as he wipes away the bloody palm print. Emily glares at him. “The details are a bit hazy.”

Aaron snorts as he gathers the glass into a towel. “I’ll bet.” He stuffs it in his pocket and rinses the tweezers before placing them back in the medical kit.

“Bedtime, Miss Prentiss,” he taps his watch as she drops down from the counter.

“Fuck you, Aaron.” She calls out as she leaves the bathroom, hand held to her chest.

He smiles. “You’re welcome.”

7.

but it’s never too late to come back to my side

Aaron opens the door without looking through the peephole, starting when he sees the figure in his hallway.

“Emily?” He gapes. He takes in the bags at her feet, her rumpled coat covering tired shoulders. Here, right in front of him, he sees the weary lines their Facetimes hide, lying unseen beneath a blurry screen. His heart starts to race. “What are you doing here?”

Emily shrugs, attempting nonchalance, but her movements are too stiff. “I don’t really like the rain much.” She laughs and it breaks, her face crumpling as she bites her lip between her teeth, presses a palm into her eyes.

She can’t stay away anymore. 

Aaron steps out into the hallway and takes her in his arms, feels the way she shudders against him. “Hey, it’s okay honey,” he soothes, closing his eyes and breathing in the scent of her hair. He tightens his grip on her, feels her tighten her grip right back.

“We’ve got plenty of sun here, Em.” He murmurs, his heart lifting when she laughs shakily. “Let’s go inside.” He rubs her back and leads her in, her bags forgotten in front of his door.

She sleeps in his arms that night, her favorite blanket still on her side of the bed, as if she never even left.

8.

did I close my fist around something delicate?

did I shatter you?

Work was supposed to be safe. Middle ground.

His shoulders tense when he hears Haley’s voice. Her eyes are lit up as she says something about a trip to the park, her smile wide and glinting almost as brightly as the ring on her finger. She talks but her words are static in his ears as he feels Emily’s eyes bore into his back. 

“Dada,” Jack babbles and extends his hands for him. Emily is frozen in place as Aaron picks him up, turns away to block her from his sight. His body heats, his skin growing itchy under his suit as the dread settles in his stomach.

His son—Jack—is tiny in his arms, and when he turns, she sees Aaron’s eyes beneath his sandy hair. She can’t breathe. Her lungs collapse, her ribs fracture and their sharp tips press into her heart, sending it bleeding once more.

They were just doing okay, able to be in the same room alone without either of them bolting. Her eyes got used to the sight of his ring. But she didn’t get used to this.

He meets her eyes over his son’s head, the quickest glimpse of deep brown before he turns to his wife. Emily tears her eyes away from them and stands up, steadying herself on her desk when she stumbles.

She walks past them, a blur of red and black and familiar perfume as she forces her shaky legs into the bathroom, the tape over her heart breaking free with how hard it pounds.

She’d just put it together.

9.

gleaming, twinkling

eyes like sinking ships on waters

so inviting, I almost jump in

He’d never thought much of the color brown. His usual impression of it was dull, murky, somewhat suffocating to look at.

Then he saw her eyes.

Coffee, chestnut, umber. Burnt honey when the sun hits them, lighting them up from within. When she gets excited, they’re almost like the darkness of the sky, unending and shimmering with stars.

She laughs, for what reason he doesn’t know—he thinks there’s a cat chasing her ankles. She trips over it and stumbles into him, her fists clutching his coat to steady herself. His arm automatically wraps around her waist.

“Sorry,” Emily grins, her eyes finally leaving the cat and meeting his. They’re like the bitter coffee he drinks to wake himself up, only Aaron knows this is infinitely more sweet. They’re bright and wide with amusement, the darkness of her lashes matching the darkness of her irises, almost indistinguishable from her pupils. His breath hitches.

Black holes, that’s what they are. And he’s tumbling into them.

The sun peeks out from behind the clouds and suddenly he’s looking into syrupy pools of brown, flecked with amber. God, his knees almost buckle. Now it’s her holding him up, instead of the other way around.

Aaron holds her cheek, unconsciously. “Can I kiss you?” He rasps.

They darken back to black.

10.

I’d live and die for moments that we stole

on begged and borrowed time

This, Emily thinks as he thumbs through her hair, an arm tight around her waist and his beating heart beneath her ear. This is what breathes life into her when she’s ashy and crumbling, just on the verge of cracking beneath Ian’s rough palm. Aaron’s hands are gentle, safe, tucking her farther into him and shielding her body with his. But only for so long.

“He’ll come back soon,” her voice cracks.

“Emily,” Aaron cups her face, his eyes pained. She’s suddenly thankful for the turtleneck she’s wearing. “You don’t have to keep doing this, sweetheart. Leave him,” he begs.

“I can’t,” she whispers, bile rising in her throat as she fists his jacket, her wedding ring a searing brand against her skin. 

Gravel crunches outside. Emily’s heart jumps to her throat. “You have to go.” She shoves Aaron to the window he climbed in from, her hands urgent.

“Em-”

“Please,” she chokes out, shoulders tensing when she hears the front door slam shut.

They don’t have time, but he presses his lips to her forehead anyway. A dry sob leaves her as his hands grapple to open the window. “I’ll get you out of here,” he vows hoarsely, not for the first time. “I swear I will.”

“Go.” Emily pleads. She turns her back on him and wipes her eyes with shaky hands, her heart pounding in time with Ian’s steps.

11.

with your boots beneath my bed

forever is the sweetest con

It’s a familiar sight. Her boots haphazardly toed off and kicked under his bed, a mix of their clothes trailing across his usually pristine floors. Her suitcase stands next to the door. It’ll be gone within hours, along with her.

It’s a familiar dance; her limbs twisted around his, her fingers tangled in his hair, her skin soft against his own. “Missed you,” he rasps into her neck, the words slipping free from his lips, his mind hazy with her, her, her. Her soft sighs and soft skin and soft smile, all for him.

“Yeah?” He hears the teasing in her voice. 

Aaron hums. With some inhuman strength he still doesn’t have an explanation for, she twists them around and presses him into the mattress. Emily presses a hand into his chest and he goes willingly, head thudding against the pillow as he looks up at her.

Maybe it’s not her strength, after all. Perhaps she just makes him pliant. “I missed you too,” she breathes.

For a moment he lets himself hope. 

She tucks herself into his side and kisses his jaw before she falls asleep. Aaron wakes to soft hands trailing across his skin, combing through his hair. She smiles drowsily, her lashes edged in gold, and he entertains the thought of having this every day, her sleep warm skin under his hands and her nose bumping his.

Then her alarm rings. Aaron tries to hold her tighter in his arms, but the pull is inevitable; London calling.

She could never resist.

12.

when I dropped my sword

I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door

Her vision blurs as she stumbles down the hall. Just get to his door, she tells herself. Emily bites her lip and ignores the throbbing in her side, forcing her legs to move.

She finally reaches the door and raises her hand to knock, belatedly realizing the bloody knife is still in her fist. Emily tosses it next to his doormat and sags against the wood, raising her hand to ring the bell. The door opens and she falls into him.

“Jesus Christ.”

Emily groans when his palm presses against her wound, the pain making her knees buckle. Aaron catches her before she hits the ground. 

“What the fuck, Emily?” He hisses in alarm, his voice pitching higher at the wetness of her blood on his skin. He picks her up and carries her into his apartment, shutting the door with his foot and ignoring the way she curses weakly.

“What the hell happened?” He demands as he sets her down on the kitchen counter, paling at the way her shirt sticks to her abdomen with blood.

“Don’ worry, s’okay,” Emily reassures and pats his cheek, leaving a bright red smear on his jaw, “I killed ’em babe, they’re gone,” she slurs and promptly falls into his neck, her vision going black.

“Oh, fucking hell.” Aaron 

curses.

13.

if I didn’t know better 

I’d think you were still around

(I know better

but I still feel you, all around) 

She lingers. Emily’s presence was always hard to ignore, but he never expected it would stay after she’d left.

She never leaves him. For a moment, he wishes she would. He goes to make coffee, tries to wake up from the thick fog she left his brain in, and finds Splenda packets when he opens the cabinets in search of a spoon. He opens his drawer for a long lost file and her badge tumbles out, her picture grinning up at him carelessly. He doesn’t even know why he pocketed it, can’t recall when, only that he felt a lump in his pocket and took it out, his finger tracing over her name.

It’s penance, he thinks when she creeps into his mind yet again—this time because Jack wonders why he can’t see Sergio. Her voice echoes; sometimes the light teasing he remembers, sometimes accusatory, demanding why he didn’t figure out what was wrong. Aaron blinks and her blurry silhouette only sharpens, in the empty seat next to him in the jet, on top of her desk that he can see from his window. She’s gone, gone, gone, he tells himself. But she’s not.

He faked her death, so she’s haunting him. It’s only fair. But he can’t take it anymore.

In the shower, the water pelting down on him mixes with the warm salt running down his cheeks. His head falls back against the tiles with a thud, and he speaks into the steam.

“Go away,” his voice cracks. “You’re not here. Go away.”

She doesn’t, so he does.

She still follows him.

14. 

and I was catching my breath 

floors of a cabin creaking under my step 

He toes off his shoes and carefully climbs the stairs, shoulders slumping as the comfort of his home settles over him.

He quietly opens the door, holds his breath as he steps on the hardwood floor of his and Emily’s room. He smiles at the shapeless lump of her under the covers, the dark spill of her hair the only thing visible. He’s so focused on her he accidentally walks over the creaking step next to their bed.

Emily stirs. “Aaron?” She mumbles, her voice thick with sleep.

He curses himself when her dark head lifts off the pillow, hair tangled and mussed. Her bleary eyes meet his. “Hi, honey,” he whispers, “sorry I woke you.”

She hums something unintelligible as he takes off his suit and slips into a pair of sweatpants. Her eyes are closed when he slides in next to her, the sheets on his side still cool, waiting for him.

Selfishly, he’s glad he woke her. He wraps an arm around her and brings her close, leaning down to press a lingering kiss on her forehead. Emily curls into him, slowly hitches her leg over his hip.

“So glad you’re home,” she slurs, her words melting into a sigh. Aaron smiles as she slots her face into his neck, her breaths already evening out.

“Me too.”

15.

seeing the shape of your name

still spells out pain 

It catches her off guard. She’d thought she’d cleaned everything out, replaced all of his things with hers even as the betrayal of it scorched her lungs. 

Apparently not. 

Something rolls around as she opens her desk drawer, something she knows isn’t hers. It thuds against the wood, settles on top of her files in a way that makes her wonder how the hell she never saw it before.

Her hand trembles as she reaches for it, the pen sleek and heavy as it slots between her fingers. His name glints in silver, A. Hotchner engraved onto the side. She would’ve laughed if the tears weren’t choking her as they climbed up her throat, because who even engraves their name onto a pen anymore?

Instead she runs her thumb over it, tries to press the last trace of him into her skin. It’s fruitless; the surface is flat, smooth, leaving her with nothing. Not for the first time.

“Damn you, Aaron,” her voice cracks as she tosses the pen in the trash. She leans back into her chair—his chair—and curls her knees into her chest, feels irrational tears splash against her slacks.

Maybe she should feel guilty about throwing away something so expensive—something that isn’t even hers.

But she knows he won’t come back to collect.

16.

sometimes, givin’ up is the strong thing

sometimes, to run is the brave thing 

Aaron opens her bedroom door. His blood runs cold when he sees her kneeling on the floor, clothes on either side of her. 

“What are you doing?” He breathes, walking in and shutting the door tightly behind him.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Emily snaps as she throws clothes into her suitcase. They form a mountain, piled high and precarious, but right now she’s just focusing on putting everything in.

“You can’t let her get to you—” He places a hand on her wrist.

She shoves it off. “How many more times can I take it, Aaron?” Her voice cracks as she leans back on her heels to look up at him. “How many more times will I let her belittle and humiliate me? She’s poison,” she spits out, standing up to grab her textbooks.

Emily tosses them into her bag, not caring how their expensive covers bend. Her hand shakes as she pushes her hair back from her sweaty face, her eyes meeting his. “I won’t take any more,” she whispers.

Aaron’s heart pinches with something like pride. Her hands shake, her lips tremble, but she’s forced her shoulders back. Unwavering. 

He nods and reaches for her messily piled clothes, taking a shirt and folding it neatly. “I’m coming with you.”

17. 

but if you ever think you got it wrong

I’m right where you left me

Andrew slides his hands up her shoulders and squeezes. Emily tenses as his fingers brush the skin in the hollow of her neck, the skin she always keeps covered because it’s where he loved to touch her. Andrew’s fingers skate along the spot, his voice loud as he leans over her to say something in her ear.

It’s not the voice she wants. His hand is oppressive, choking, and she finally jerks away, the plate she was washing clattering into the sink.

“I’ll be right back,” she chokes out, avoiding his gaze and his too dark skin as she grabs her car keys, ignoring his confused questions and the fact that she’s wearing slippers.

It’s instinct, driving to his place. She doesn’t even have to think; her feet know the way, her mind knows the road. Unbuckling her seatbelt and pressing number 3 in the elevator is muscle memory.

She knows everything, except what to say when he opens the door. His eyes flit to the exposed skin above her tank top and back to her eyes, shying away as if he hadn’t marked it a million times before.

His brows furrow and his mouth opens, likely in dismissal, but she beats him to it.

“I think I made a mistake.”

[kira-kween]

Translation Glossary

for Wining and Pining (a Caejose/Gyjo fic)

Keep this open while you’re reading for translations to the Italian (and French) words and phrases used in the story! If there's no translation here, it's been translated in the actual fic already, or I translated it in another chapter.

CHAPTER THREE

Italian Glossary:

Giuseppino! Il mio cuore–: Joseph! My heart–

Scostumato: immoral/rude person

Sono fuori di testa, ma diverso da loro: a lyric from the song ZITTI E BUONI by Maneskin. Translates to "We're out of our minds but we're better than them!"

Ragazzi: guys (can be gender neutral)

Minchia: Shit/Fuck (Sicilian slang. Literally translates to ‘dick’ though)

Al fresco, ragazzi: Outside, guys

REGNO D'ITALIA CENTESIMI 30: Kingdom of Italy 30 cents

Campioni del mondo: World Champions 

La Nazionale: the national (team, as in soccer)

Stronzo: dumbass

A domani: See you tomorrow

SCHIATTA: Neapolitan slang for DROP DEAD

Famiglia: family

Alora: Well then (space filler between sentences)

State Zitti! Shut up!

Forza Azzurri: Go Blues! (As in, the italian soccer team, who wear blue jerseys)

Fratelli D’Italia: Brothers of Italy (the opening line of the Italian national anthem)

Pugni in testa: punch in the head

Granita: a southern italian shaved ice dessert

Schifoso: disgusting

Nonno… mi manchi tanto: Grandpa..  i miss you lots

Mi sento triste senza di te: I feel sad without you.

Ti penso spesso: I often think of you

e sento la tua manzana: I feel your apple

e sento la tua mancanza: I feel your absence

ogni giorno: every day

Grazie, e ti amo: thank you, and I love you

Buona giornata signore e signora: Good day sir and ma’am

Piacere di conoscervi: pleasure to meet you (formal)

Amore mio: my love

CHE COSA?!: WHAT?!

Madonna Mia: Mother Mary (swear word)

Aspetta, amore mio: Wait, my love

Ti Amo: I love you

Il mio cuore è tuo: my heart is yours

il mio migliore amico: my very best friend

~

French Glossary for Polnareff:

Mon cheri: my dear

Connards: assholes 

Mon Dieu: my god 

Gésu: Jesus

Bonne ideé: good idea

Un pique-nique en plein air: A picnic outside

C'est génial: it's brilliant

~

Tips

[asheanon]

🎵 Song Challenge

share at least 5 songs that you associate with or remind you of your muse.

Lorien

Viva La Vida - Coldplay (cover by David Garrett)

East Province (Riding) - Minako Adachi

Per Te - Josh Groban

Io Ti Penso Amore - David Garrett (feat. Nicole Scherzinger)

The Gravel Road - James Newton Howard

Sal

Interstellar - Main Theme - Hans Zimmer (cover by Patrick Pietschmann)

Paperdress - Leaf

The Walk - Imogen Heap

Believe - Tales Of The Forgotten

Telescope - Starset

Tagged by: @rcsetorn (Thank you for the tag! Wasn't sure who you'd like me to roll with here, so I provided some tunes for both Lorien and Sal!) 💕

Tagging: @vinjaryou, @oomerkabaoo, @daffodilzae, @moroaica-vamp, @danthekickingman (or any of your dudes if they haven't been tagged yet!) @psychobind (feel free to do Wagnas or Kuja!) and whoever else has a muse/OC of choice they may like to get a little musical with! 🎵💜

[ohmotherwhereartthou-if]

To celebrate the holidays here are 2 well known carols in the native language

Espanyol

Feliz Navidad

Feliz Navidad

Feliz Navidad

Próspero año y felicidad

Feliz Navidad

Feliz Navidad

Feliz Navidad

Próspero año y felicidad

I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas

I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas

I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas

From the bottom of my heart

wanna wish you a Merry Christmas

I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas

I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas

From the bottom of my heart

Feliz Navidad

Feliz Navidad

Feliz Navidad

Próspero año y felicidad

Feliz Navidad

Feliz Navidad

Feliz Navidad

Próspero año y felicidad

I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas

I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas

I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas

From the bottom of my heart

I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas

I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas

I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas

From the bottom of my heart

Feliz Navidad

Feliz Navidad

Feliz Navidad

Próspero año y felicidad

Feliz Navidad

Feliz Navidad

Feliz Navidad

Próspero año y felicidad

I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas

I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas

I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas

From the bottom of my heart

I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas

I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas

I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas

From the bottom of my heart

Feliz Navidad

Feliz Navidad

Feliz Navidad

Próspero año y felicidad!!!

Italian Christmas carol

1. Tu scendi dalle stelle o Re del Cielo

E vieni in una grotta al freddo al gelo

E vieni in una grotta al freddo al gelo.

O Bambino mio Divino

Io ti vedo qui a tremar,

O Dio Beato!

Ah, quanto ti costò l'avermi amato.

Ah, quanto ti costò l'avermi amato.

2. A te che sei del mondo, il Creatore,

Mancano panni e fuoco, o mio Signore.

Mancano panni e fuoco, o mio Signore.

Caro eletto pargoletto,

Quanto questa povertà

Più mi innamora,

Giacchè ti fece amor povero ancora.

Giacchè ti fece amor povero ancora.

3. Tu lasci il bel gioir del divin seno,

per giunger a penar su poco fieno,

per giunger a penar su poco fieno.

Dolce amore del mio core,

dove amore Ti trasportò?

O Gesù mio,

perché tanto patir? Per amor mio!

Perché tanto patir? Per amor mio!

4. Ma se fu Tuo volere il Tuo patire,

perché vuoi pianger poi, perché vagire?

Perché vuoi pianger poi, perché vagire?

Mio Gesù, T'intendo sì!

Ah, mio Signore!

Tu piangi non per duol, ma per amore.

Tu piangi non per duol, ma per amore.

5. Tu piangi per vederti da me ingrato

dove sì grande amor, sì poco amato!

O diletto del mio petto,

Se già un tempo fu così,

or Te sol bramo.

Caro non pianger più, ch'io T'amo e T'amo,

caro non pianger più, ch'io T'amo e T'amo.

6. Tu dormi, Ninno mio, ma intanto il core

non dorme, no, ma veglia a tutte l'ore.

Deh, mio bello e puro Agnello

a che pensi? Dimmi tu.

O amore immenso!

"Un dì morir per Te", rispondi, "io penso".

"Un dì morir per Te", rispondi, "io penso".

7. Dunque a morire per me, Tu pensi, o Dio:

e chi altro, fuor di Te, amar poss'io?

O Maria, speranza mia,

se poc'amo il Tuo Gesù,

non Ti sdegnare.

Amalo tu per me, s'io nol so amare!

Amalo tu per me, s'io nol so amare!

But if you don’t celebrate have a regular 25th!

Hello and ¡Feliz Navidad! (edit: I love that song btw 🥳)

I do celebrate christmas and as a matter of fact I just got back home (California) from Arizona to spend the holiday with some extended family. Now that I am back to my beloved computer I am hustling to answer all of the holiday asks before midnight so I can technically say I answered them on christmas lol.

I hope everyone is having a wonderful holiday season! 💙

[underseaslug]

oceano ( não o do djavan )

mergulho num oceano azul.

dia e noite, noite e dia.

antes que eu perceba, já me perdi nessa imensidão cor de melancolia mais uma e mais uma vez.

e me afogo.

lá nas profundezas, eu me afogo toda vez que sua voz preenche meus ouvidos, me queima a pele cada vez que esses teus olhos me encaram, me dói o peito mais uma vez quando seu corpo se afasta e me mata a alma sempre que lembro que sou nada mais nada menos que uma memória incômoda dentro da sua vida.

a água gelada me dá um choque de realidade, penso e penso e chego numa talvez conclusão de que não deveria continuar mergulhando num oceano que não me pertence e não me conforta nem um pouquinho.

um dia após o outro eu sinto ainda mais medo do que você pensa de mim.

porque eu gostaria que você ainda me olhasse com as portinhas do seu coração abertas.

eu costumava ser confiante, mas a ideia de você me enxergar como uma pessoa péssima me desencoraja e faz com que me sinta minusculo ao seu lado.

as minhas bochechas ainda queimam só de cogitar a ideia, mesmo com toda essa água gelada que me corta as mãos, me tira o fôlego, me entristece o âmago.

você me mostrou as mais belas paisagens do mundo e os sentimentos mais reconfortantes e eu sinto que perdi mais da metade.

minha memória não anda muito bem esses tempos.

parece que nada faz sentido se não te tenho aqui perto.

mas eu sei que tenho que me virar sozinha também.

de longe.

silenciosamente.

não é o jeito que eu queria que fosse.

que agonia.

acho que logo eu me afogo de novo.

espero nem voltar dessa vez.

[apoloocz]

Carta para meu amor

Vamos lá, meu amor da vida, este será o meu primeiro texto escrito em forma de carta para alguém, e fico imensamente feliz por você ser essa pessoa, a primeira e a última. Hoje, em um dia especial, celebramos 6 meses de namoro, 6 meses compartilhando as melhores experiências da minha vida ao seu lado. E nessa data tão significativa, é claro que tenho que contar um pouco da nossa história, acompanhada por duas músicas que compõem o nosso amor. queria expressar esses sentimentos através de duas músicas que fazem parte da nossa história. A primeira música é "Hope This Song Is for You" (Espero que essa música seja para você), que reflete o quanto você é especial para mim e como nosso amor é único. A letra dessa música fala sobre encontrar alguém que faz você se sentir completo e que te faz acreditar no amor verdadeiro. Cada vez que ouço essa música, penso em você e em como você preenche minha vida com felicidade e amor.

A segunda música é "Sparks" do Coldplay, uma música que sempre me lembra dos momentos mágicos que vivemos juntos. A letra dessa música fala sobre as faíscas de amor e energia que existem entre duas pessoas apaixonadas. Essa música me faz lembrar de nossos primeiros olhares, do nosso primeiro beijo e de todos os momentos incríveis que compartilhamos. Ela representa a intensidade e a conexão profunda que temos um com o outro.

Então, meu amor, enquanto escrevo essa carta para você, ouço essas músicas e sinto uma mistura de gratidão, amor e esperança. Sou grato por ter você ao meu lado, amo você mais do que posso expressar em palavras e tenho esperança de que nosso amor continue crescendo e se fortalecendo ao longo dos anos. Você é a pessoa com quem quero passar o resto da minha vida, enfrentando os desafios e celebrando as alegrias juntos.

Tudo começou em uma academia, com a primeira troca de olhares. Aquela olhada que me deixou extasiado, nunca havia encontrado alguém com tanta beleza para admirar. Foram muitos olhares trocados até que, em certo dia, tudo começou a se encaminhar. Através de indiretas no Instagram, como aquela que postei no dia 12, dizendo: "Se o tubarão não te pegar, eu pego". Eu esperava que você respondesse com uma mensagem, mas a sua resposta veio em forma de indireta também: "E essa curtida nos stories, o que você quis dizer com isso?". Fiquei completamente surpreso, pensando: "Será que é para mim?". Foi nesse dia que tudo começou, com a primeira mensagem, no dia 13 de novembro de 2022.

A princípio, essa data não tinha tanta importância, mas agora percebo o peso que ela carrega. A partir desse momento, começamos a nos conhecer, a conversar e até mesmo a treinar juntos. Com o passar do tempo, fui me apaixonando por você. Sei que talvez tenha sido cedo demais para sentir algo tão intenso, mas foi algo puro e diferente que despertou dentro de mim, algo que não pude conter. Essa paixão foi crescendo de forma magnífica, despertando em mim um prazer imenso. Conforme os dias passavam, percebia que as coisas ficavam mais intensas, mais sérias. E então, veio o nosso primeiro beijo, aquele beijo que parecia ter dado um reset em meu coração, foi perfeito, mesmo que tivesse todas as chances de dar errado. Éramos apenas dois estranhos se conhecendo, sem saber o que o futuro nos reservava, mas depois desse beijo, acho que começamos a gostar um do outro. Tudo se tornou suave, romântico, me deixando extremamente feliz.

As coisas foram se encaminhando no tempo certo, pois desde o momento em que te conheci, deixei que tudo fluísse no tempo de Deus. A frase "Seja o que Deus quiser" se tornou o meu lema. As nossas conversas românticas sempre estiveram presentes, mas houve um dia que tudo mudou. Foi quando você soltou aquele "eu te amo". Nesse dia, fiquei tão feliz, incrédulo, pensando: "Nossa, ela realmente disse isso?". Após esse momento, fomos nos conhecendo aos poucos e querendo fazer dar certo, querendo tentar mais uma vez. E então chegou aquele dia em que pensei que tudo o que havíamos construído acabaria de uma vez por todas. Foi o dia em que te contei sobre o meu passado, no dia 24/12. Foi um dia bastante doloroso para mim, pois pensei que ali mesmo iria te perder. Fiquei desesperado, sentindo-me mal por ter te revelado aquilo. No entanto, o que mais me surpreendeu foi o fato de você ter decidido me dar uma chance, acreditando que eu havia mudado e querendo tentar. Foi nesse momento que percebi que você era a mulher que eu queria ter ao meu lado, a mulher que eu sempre sonhei. Logo após esse episódio, veio outra data especial que estamos celebrando hoje, dia 29/12/2022, o dia em que te pedi em namoro.

Eu sei que não foi o pedido mais elaborado, aconteceu em uma rua sem sentido, em um lugar nada romântico, sem nenhum gesto especial. Bem que eu gostaria de refazer esse momento, torná-lo mais memorável. Mas, mesmo assim, eu já estava profundamente apaixonado por você. Esse amor foi surgindo aos poucos, de forma confusa, mas crescendo a cada dia. Você me deu esperança, especialmente quando decidiu falar com seus pais, algo que você nunca havia feito por nenhum vagabundo que passou pela sua vida. Na minha vez, você quis tentar de verdade, quis expor o nosso relacionamento, mesmo que não tenha dado certo.Houve momentos em que as coisas quase desandaram, como quando você escreveu aquele texto dizendo que não queria mais, pois achava que não daríamos certo. Fiquei muito triste com aquela situação, pois tudo o que eu estava começando a acreditar parecia estar acabando. No entanto, mais uma vez, você escolheu ficar comigo, quis fazer com que nós dois existíssemos, mesmo que isso fosse contra a vontade deles, mesmo que tivéssemos que nos esconder. E por isso, eu lhe agradeço imensamente.

Foi nesse momento, em que você quis tentar, que tive certeza novamente de que você era a pessoa certa para mim. Desde então, as coisas começaram a dar certo para nós dois, mesmo que haja momentos difíceis, mesmo que às vezes as coisas não saiam como planejamos. Comemoramos o nosso primeiro mês de namoro, um dia que foi meio "nhe", pois você não se lembrava, mas eu sim. Eu não queria parecer emotivo demais, mas queria que você também se lembrasse. Mesmo que não tenha sido perfeito, sem textos e agradecimentos, nada muda o fato de que aquele foi o começo, e foi bom. Mal sabia eu que iria te amar tanto e que iria querer estar com você pelo resto da minha vida.

Após dois meses juntos, as coisas começaram a mudar. Lembro-me de um vídeo que você me mandou, falando sobre as três fases de um relacionamento. A primeira é a fase das flores, quando tudo é perfeito; a segunda é quando começamos a enxergar os defeitos e surgem as brigas; e a terceira é quando aceitamos todas as indiferenças e imperfeições, nos tornando um só, vivendo um amor genuíno. Ao entrarmos nessa segunda fase do relacionamento, vou admitir que foi um período desafiador. Tudo parecia dar errado, mesmo nos dias em que havia flores, enfrentávamos muitas discussões e conflitos. No entanto, entendi que todas essas dificuldades eram necessárias para o nosso crescimento, pois cada obstáculo tinha um propósito. Sei que ainda não somos perfeitos e que há coisas que podemos melhorar, mas as discussões diminuíram à medida que aprendemos a conversar e a expor nossos sentimentos. Desde então, tudo melhorou.

Agora, estamos entrando nessa terceira fase, e embora ainda haja áreas que precisamos aprimorar, sinto que estamos caminhando para nos tornarmos um só, vivendo um amor genuíno. Ao longo desse tempo, vivemos tantas coisas juntos: momentos felizes e também alguns desafiadores. Mas cada um desses momentos se tornou especial porque foram ao seu lado. Eu te amo muito, mais do que consigo expressar com palavras.

Com tudo o que vivemos até aqui, você se tornou tudo para mim. É a mulher mais linda do mundo, aquela que eu quero ter ao meu lado para sempre. Você se tornou um bem extremamente especial na minha vida. A cada dia, meu amor por você cresce mais e mais. É incrível como você trouxe alegria, paz e uma nova motivação para eu correr atrás dos meus sonhos. Você é a razão pela qual eu sorrio, pela qual eu acredito no amor verdadeiro.

Nesses 6 meses de namoro, compartilhamos as melhores experiências da minha vida, e sei que ainda temos muitas aventuras pela frente. Quero agradecer por estar ao meu lado, por acreditar em nós e por me fazer a pessoa mais feliz do mundo. Que esses 6 meses sejam apenas o começo de uma história de amor que durará para sempre.

Além de tudo o que já mencionei, há algo mais que eu gostaria de acrescentar. É o fato de que você me faz sentir completo de uma maneira que eu nunca imaginei ser possível. Sua presen��a preenche cada espaço vazio em meu coração, e sua existência em minha vida é um presente inestimável.

Você é a pessoa com quem eu posso ser completamente eu mesmo, sem medo de ser julgado. Com você, posso ser vulnerável, compartilhar meus medos e sonhos mais profundos, sabendo que você sempre estará ao meu lado para me apoiar. Sua compreensão, carinho e apoio incondicional são um bálsamo para a minha alma.

Além disso, você me inspira a ser uma pessoa melhor a cada dia. Sua determinação, inteligência e força de vontade me motivam a alcançar meus objetivos e superar meus limites. Com você, sinto que posso enfrentar qualquer desafio que a vida me apresente, sabendo que tenho ao meu lado a pessoa mais incrível e corajosa que já conheci.

Amor, obrigado por tudo o que você é e por tudo o que traz à minha vida. Cada momento que passamos juntos é um tesouro que guardo em meu coração. Saiba que meu amor por você só cresce a cada dia, e estou ansioso para compartilhar muitos mais meses, anos e momentos preciosos ao seu lado.

Eu te amo muito muito muito muito muito muito muito muito muito muito muito muito muito muito muito muito muito muito muito muito muito muito muito muito muito muito muito muito muito muito muito muito muito muito muito mesmo amor meu, mais que tudo nessa vida, eu quero só vc, mais ninguém, tenha certeza disso. Eu te amarei até o fim.

Com todo o meu amor e gratidão.

[Anônimo]

[helianskies]

please do share The Song i want to vibe as well

. . . don't make me regret sharing music i never do this

lyrics snippets:

Per ogni nostra guerra penso a tutti i baci che ci hanno rubato

For every war we fight, I think of the kisses they stole from us

Ci siamo detti basta senza mai dirci addio

We said 'no more' without ever saying 'goodbye'

Perché sappiamo già che un giorno ci rincontreremo

Because we already knew that one day we would meet again

*

All’epoca eravamo quello che nessuno poteva immaginare

Back then we were what no one could imagine

In mezzo a mille secoli di storia alla corte dell’Imperatore

Amid a thousand years of history in the Emperor's court

Non te l’ho detto mai ma tu lo sai, per me

I never told you, but you already know that to me

Sei ciò che non credevo potesse più esistere

you are what I thought could never exist again

*

Ci siamo amati così tanto che non ho memoria

We loved each other so much that I don't remember it

Ma ricomincerei da capo fin dalla Preistoria

But I would do it again from Prehistory

Per te ho riempito l’oceano di lacrime

For you I filled the ocean with tears

Perché sei fragile come Cartagine

Because you're as fragile as Carthage

[this-machine-runs-on-coffee]

"DEAD GAY SON" THIS IS NOT AN EXACT TRANSLATION, THIS IS AN ADAPTATION (AND ONE THAT STILL NEEDS TONS OF FIXING AT THAT)

Now, you're seeing the word "Dead" for the third time in my adapted songs. Am I obsessed with death? No, JD is, that's why it's there. I should also say I don't really like how this one came out, but I had to give you something in theme with pride month, even though this song isn't exactly the best (and I'm sorry for that but I would've had to adapt this song eventually and idk how but many people seem to find this song funny on YouTube so here you are). I should specify I could do way better with other songs and that I dislike how this one came out but it's very close to the original meaning (IMO) so here you have it, "Dead Gay Son". I'm also sorry for keeping the slur, but it was in the original song and adapting songs is (at least for me) keeping them as close as possible to the original meaning while keeping them singable. Also I fucked up the syllables and rhymes so bad

ASK ME FOR PERMISSION BEFORE USING THIS, DO CREDIT ME IF YOU EVER USE THIS (I doubt you will it’s impractical and still needs so much fixing it’s unbelievable) AND TELL ME/LINK WHATEVER YOU USED IT FOR USING REBLOGS (because for some reason Tumblr doesn’t like comments with links and while I do think I understand why I don’t always like it)

(the apostrophes [or however ’ is called] are used to shorten the number of syllables often in poetry so I’m obviously abusing that power.)

[PAPÀ DI RAM, parlato] Aspetta solo un minuto, Paul! È parlare in modo ignorante e odioso come fai tu che rende questo un posto che i nostri ragazzi non sopportavano!

(cantato) Non erano sconci! Non era una svistina! Eran due versi solitari Nella grande canzone divina!

[PAPÀ DI KURT, parlato] I nostri figli erano finocchi, Bill!

[PAPÀ DI RAM] Sì! Mio figli'è un omosessuale E di questo non mi vergognerei— Voglio che il mondo sappia... Amo il mio morto figlio gay!

(parlato) Sono stato a pensare. Pregare. Leggere un po' di riviste. Ed è tempo di aprire le nostre menti!

(cantato) Beh, il buon Dio l'universo ha fatto Dio ha creato l'umanità E penso che sia parte del suo piano nella sua immensità So che Dio ha una ragione Per ogni oceano ed ogni goccia E perché ha deciso di lasciar i ragazzi farsi nella doccia! Non erano sconci— Non erano animali! Eran due lacci isolati nei divini stivali! Non m'è mai'mportato tanto di gay ma ora me ne interesserei

[PAPÀ DI RAM & CONGREGAZIONE] E ora ho imparato ad amare…

[PAPÀ DI RAM] Amo il mio morto figlio gay!

[CONGREGAZIONE] Ama suo figlio Ama suo figlio Il suo morto gay figlio!

[PAPÀ DI RAM] Ora, dico che mio figli'è in Paradiso! E che s'abbronza in piscina Il cherubino cammina con loro e, Gesù dice ch'è 'na cosa carina! Non hanno crimini o odio, non ci sono bigottismo o'nsulti - Solo persone amichevoli vestite come i loro compaesani preferiti! Non erano sconci—

[CONGREGAZIONE] No, no!

[PAPÀ DI RAM] Si sentivano rimossi!

[CONGREGAZIONE] Whoa!

[PAPÀ DI RAM] Nei lunghi capelli di Dio eran due elastici rossi Prima quando vedevo un gay avrei detto "Gli sparerei"

[PAPÀ DI RAM & CONGREGAZIONE] Ma ora ho imparato ad amare…

[PAPÀ DI RAM] E per di più! Quei due, eran coraggiosissimi! Quei due, ne erano coscientissimi! Quelli li avrebbero giudicati, eran disperati d'esser liberi! Si son comportati da ribelli, nudi quasi ai gioielli! Paul, non posso credere Che continui a rifiutar di capire Quest'è quel che eravam destinat'a fare—

(parlato) Parlo di me e te! Nell'estate dell'83!

[PAPÀ DI KURT, parlato] Quello è stato un viaggio particolare

[CONGREGAZIONE] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa! Non erano sconci— No! E non solo una percossa— No, no! Erano dello strass Sulla divina borsa!

[ENTRAMBI I PAPÀ] Il nostro lavoro è di fare quel che da tempo pensavo: "Lo farei"!

[CONGREGAZIONE] Perché ora amiamo, amiamo, amiamo Amiamo i vostri—

[PAPÀ DI RAM] Sono sù là al battito delle ali angeliche a ballar!

[PAPÀ DI KURT] Un compagno prendono…

[PAPÀ DI RAM] Verso l'un l'altro si tendono—

[ENTRAMBI I PAPÀ] Mentre Judy Garland sta a cantar!

[PAPÀ DI RAM] Vivono una seconda vita spensierata e spericolata!

[PAPÀ DI KURT] Si dondolan sul cancello incastonato—

[ENTRAMBI I PAPÀ & CONGREGAZIONE] E hanno una collana incastonata!

[CONGREGAZIONE] Whoo!

[ENTRAMBI I PAPÀ] Non erano sconci!

[CONGREGAZIONE] No!

[ENTRAMBI I PAPÀ & CONGREGAZIONE] Eran bravi uomini! E ora son felici cuccioli nella tana dei divini!

[ENTRAMBI I PAPÀ] Andate avanti e amatevi ora Come avrebbe fatto mio figlio Insegneremo al mond'ad amar...

[CONGREGAZIONE] Al mond'ad amar...

[TUTTI] Al mond'ad amar...

[ENTRAMBI I PAPÀ sovrapponendosi con la congregazione] Amo il mio morto gay figlio! Mio figlio! Mio figlio!

[CONGREGAZIONE] Non tanto male, il tuo morto figlio gay! Vorrei aver il tuo morto figlio gay! Grazie, papà, per il tuo...

[ENTRAMBI I PAPÀ & CONGREGAZIONE] Morto! Figlio! Gay!

So, direct translation! (used in this to specify the meanings and explain certain word choices)

[RAM'S DAD, spoken] You wait just a minute, Paul! It is this ignorant, hateful way of talking like yours that makes this world a place our boys could not tolerate!

(sung) They were not dirty(but as in filthy/indecent)! It (I mean as in their "love" but can't find a way to specify it) wasn't a small oversight! They were two lonely verses In the great divine(/heavenly? I don't really know how to translate that but it's as in God's/Heaven's) song!

[KURT'S DAD, spoken] Our sons were pansies, Bill!

[RAM'S DAD] Yes! My son's a homosexual And of that I wouldn't be ashamed (for the rhyme)— I want the world to know... I love my dead gay(those two got inverted [gay and son])son!

(spoken) I've remained to think. To pray. To read some magazines. And it's time we opened our minds!

(sung) Well, the good Lord made the universe The Lord created humanity And I believe it's all a part of his plan in its immensity I know God has a reason For each ocean and drop And why he chose to let our boys do each other in the shower! They were not dirty(/filthy/indecent)— They were not animals (it fit for the rhyme)! They were just two stray laces in the divine(/Heaven's/the Lord's) big boots Well, I never cared for homos much but now I would be interested [RAM’S DAD & CONGREGATION] And now I've learned to love…

[RAM’S DAD] I love my dead gay(inverted in this part [son and gay])son!

[CONGREGATION] He loves his son He loves his son His dead gay son!

[RAM'S DAD] Now, I say my boy's in Heaven! And he's tanning by the pool The cherubim walks with them, and Jesus says it's cute! They don't have crime or hatred, there's no bigotry or insults - Just friendly fellows dressed up like their fav'rite fellow village Person! They were not dirty(filthy/indecent)—

[CONGREGATION] No, no!

[RAM’S DAD] They felt removed (for the rhyme)!

[CONGREGATION] Whoa!

[RAM’S DAD] They were two bright red rubberbands in God's long hair Before(,) when I saw a homo(/gay) I would've said "I'd shoot him" [RAM’S DAD & CONGREGATION] But now I've learned to love…

[RAM’S DAD] And furthermore! These boys were very brave! These boys , they were very conscient of it! Those folks would judge 'em, they were desperate to be free! They behaved like rebels, stripped almost to their jewels(/balls/testicles)! Paul, I can't believe That you keep on refusing to understand This is what we were meant to be doing—

(spoken) I'm talkin’ you and me! In the summer of '83!

[KURT'S DAD, spoken] That was one particular trip

[CONGREGATION] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa! They were not dirty(/filthy/indecent)— No! And not only a hit (because they were bullies and hit people and that's what they were recognised from? Would that make sense?)— No, no! (Damn ok thanks for the confirmation) They were rhinestones On the divine(/Heaven's/God's) purse!

[BOTH DADS] Our job is now doing what for long I thought: "I'd do this"! [CONGREGATION] 'Cause now we love, love, love! We love your dead—

[RAM’S DAD] They're up there disco dancing to the thump of angel wings!

[KURT’S DAD] They grab a mate…

[RAM’S DAD] And lean(more like tend/stretch) toward each other—

[BOTH DADS] While Judy Garland is singing!

[RAM’S DAD] They live a second life that's fancy-free and reckless!

[KURT'S DAD] They swing upon the gates with gemstones set inside them—

[BOTH DADS & CONGREGATION] And wear a necklace with gemstones set inside it!

[CONGREGATION] Whoo!

[BOTH DADS] They were not dirty(/filthy/indecent)!

[CONGREGATION] No!

[BOTH DADS & CONGREGATION] They were good men! And now they're happy cubs in the Gods' (yup the apostrophe placing is intentional and not a mistake, that's what I mean, I'm hinting at the trinity) den!

[BOTH DADS] Go forth and love each other now Like my boy would have done We'll teach the world to love...

[CONGREGATION] The world to love...

[ALL] The world to love...

[BOTH DADS overlapping with congregation] I love my dead gay son! My son! My son!

[CONGREGATION] Not half bad, your dead gay son! Wish I had your dead gay son! Thank you, dad, for your...

[BOTH DADS & CONGREGATION] Dead! Gay! Son! OG LYRICS (if you’re seeing this I doubt you don’t know them, but here they are anyway):

[RAM'S DAD, spoken] You wait just a minute, Paul! It is ignorant, hateful talk like yours that makes this world a place our boys could not live in!

(sung) They were not dirty! They were not wrong! They were two lonely verses In the Lord's great song!

[KURT'S DAD, spoken] Our boys were pansies, Bill!

[RAM'S DAD] Yes! My boy's a homosexual And that don't scare me none— I want the world to know... I love my dead gay son!

(spoken) I've been thinking. Praying. Reading some magazines. And it's time we opened our eyes!

(sung) Well, the good Lord made the universe The Lord created man And I believe it's all a part of his gigantic plan I know God has a reason For each mountain and each flower And why he chose to let our boys get busy in the shower! They were not dirty— They were not fruits! They were just two stray laces in the Lord's big boots Well, I never cared for homos much until I reared me one

[RAM’S DAD & CONGREGATION] But now I've learned to love…

[RAM’S DAD] I love my dead gay son!

[CONGREGATION] He loves his son He loves his son His dead gay son!

[RAM'S DAD] Now, I say my boy's in heaven! And he's tanning by the pool The cherubim walk with him and him, and Jesus says it's cool! They don't have crime or hatred, there's no bigotry or cursin' - Just friendly fellows dressed up like their fav'rite Village Person! They were not dirty—

[CONGREGATION] No, no!

[RAM’S DAD] They just had flair!

[CONGREGATION] Whoa!

[RAM’S DAD] They were two bright red ribbons in the Lord's long hair Well, I used to see a homo and go reachin' for my gun

[RAM’S DAD & CONGREGATION] But now I've learned to love…

[RAM’S DAD] And furthermore! These boys were brave as hell! These boys , they knew damn well! Those folks would judge 'em, they were desperate to be free! They took a rebel stance, stripped to their underpants! Paul, I can't believe that you Still refuse to get a clue After all that we been through—

(spoken) I'm talkin’ you and me! In the summer of '83!

[KURT'S DAD, spoken] That was one hell of a fishing trip

[CONGREGATION] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa! They were not dirty— No! And not perverse— No, no! They were just two stray rhinestones On the Lord's big purse!

[BOTH DADS] Our job is now continuing the work that they begun!

[CONGREGATION] 'Cause now we love, love, love! We love your dead—

[RAM’S DAD] They're up there disco dancing to the thump of angel wings!

[KURT’S DAD] They grab a mate…

[RAM’S DAD] And roller skate—

[BOTH DADS] While Judy Garland sings!

[RAM’S DAD] They live a playful afterlife that's fancy-free and reckless!

[KURT'S DAD] They swing upon the pearly gates—

[BOTH DADS & CONGREGATION] And wear a pearly necklace!

[CONGREGATION] Whoo!

[BOTH DADS] They were not dirty!

[CONGREGATION] No!

[BOTH DADS & CONGREGATION] They were good men! And now they're happy bear cubs in the Lord's big den!

[BOTH DADS] Go forth and love each other now Like our boys would have done We'll teach the world to love...

[CONGREGATION] The world to love...

[ALL] The world to love...

[BOTH DADS overlapping with congregation] I love my dead gay son! My son! My son!

[CONGREGATION] Not half bad, your dead gay son! Wish I had your dead gay son! Thank you, dad, for your...

[BOTH DADS & CONGREGATION] Dead! Gay! Son! THE ONE I NOW COMPARE IT TO (29/5/24)

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steven parody song my van goes to your heart / Charlotte goes to your heart

I know I'm not tall I'm not smart either But my van goes to your heart My van goes to your heart I know I'm not rich Who knows, maybe one day My van goes to your heart My van goes to your heart And if anyone wonders It's ok for me In outer space I will take you And we don't respect anyone I think every morning In an action plan But I already have a van My van goes to your heart My van goes to your heart My van goes to your heart My van goes to your heart My van goes to your heart

Eu sei que não sou alto Também não sou esperto não

Mais minha van vai para o seu coração Minha van vai para o seu coração

Eu sei que não sou rico Quem sabe um dia então

A minha van vai para o seu coração Minha van vai para o seu coração

E se alguém estranhar Por mim tá tudo bem

No espaço sideral eu vou te levar E não respeitamos ninguém

Eu penso toda manhã Num plano de ação

Mas eu já tenho uma van Minha van vai para o seu coração

Minha van vai para o seu coração Minha van vai pro seu coração

Minha van vai pro seu coração Minha van vai pro seu coração

Music parody Charlotte goes to your heart

I know I'm not tall my sperm whale it's not a train either

But my sperm whale goes to your heart My girl goes to your heart

And if anyone thinks it's weird, that's fine with me

And my girl she'll take you to the omega timeline And we don't respect nobody

I think of every morning all the plans for us

But we already have a light that goes in your heart

Our light goes to your heart

That carchalot my girl goes to your heart

Paródia da música Charlotte vai para o seu coração Eu sei que não

sou alto meu cachalote também não é um trem Mas meu cachalote

vai para o seu coração Minha garota vai para o seu coração E se

alguém achar estranho, por mim tudo bem E minha garota ela vai te

levar para a linha do tempo ômega E nós não respeitamos ninguém

Eu penso em todas as manhãs todos os planos para nós Mas já

temos uma luz que vai no seu coração Nossa luz vai para o seu

coração Esse carchalot minha garota vai para o seu coração

Song who sings is Seyve!sans / Música quem canta é Seyve!sans.

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100 Songs in Italian from the 70s

100 Songs in Italian from the 70s 100 Songs in Italian from the 70s, including: Adriano Celentano - Chi Non Lavora Non Fa L'amore, Domenico Modugno - La lontananza, Lucio Battisti – Anna, Massimo Ranieri - Sogno d'amore, Mina – Insieme, Nicola di Bari - La Prima Cosa Bella and many more!!! Subscribe to our channel to see more of our content! 1. 1970 Adriano Celentano - Chi Non Lavora Non Fa L'amore 2. 1970 Domenico Modugno - La lontananza 3. 1970 Lucio Battisti - Anna 4. 1970 Massimo Ranieri - Sogno d'amore 5. 1970 Mina - Insieme 6. 1970 Nicola di Bari - La Prima Cosa Bella 7. 1970 Nino Manfredi - Tanto pè cantà 8. 1970 Orietta Berti - Fin che la barca va 9. 1970 Ornella Vanoni - L'appuntamento 10. 1970 Raffaella Carrà - Ma che musica maestro 11. 1970 Renato Dei Profeti - Lady Barbara 12. 1970 Sergio Endrigo - L'Arca di Noè 13. 1971 Bruno Lauzi - Amore Caro, Amore Bello 14. 1971 Equipe 84 - Casa Mia 15. 1971 Formula 3 - Eppur mi son scordato di te 16. 1971 Iva Zanicchi - Un fiume amaro 17. 1971 Lucio Battisti - Pensieri E Parole 18. 1971 Lucio Dalla - 4/3/1943 19. 1971 Mina - Amor mio 20. 1971 Nicola Di Bari - Il Cuore È Uno Zingaro 21. 1971 Nuovi Angeli - Donna felicità 22. 1971 Pooh - Tanta Voglia Di Lei 23. 1971 Raffaella Carrà - Chissa Chi Sei 24. 1972 Adriano Celentano - Un albero di trenta piani 25. 1972 Delirium - Jesahel 26. 1972 Gianni Nazzaro - Quanto È Bella Lei 27. 1972 I Dik Dik - Viaggio di un poeta 28. 1972 I Nomadi - Io Vagabondo 29. 1972 Loretta Goggi - Vieni via con me 30. 1972 Lucio Battisti - I giardini di marzo 31. 1972 Mia Martini - Piccolo Uomo 32. 1972 Mina - Grande, grande, grande 33. 1972 Mina & Alberto Lupo - Parole Parole 34. 1972 Pooh - Pensiero 35. 1973 Claudio Baglioni - Questo Piccolo Grande Amore 36. 1973 Gabriella Ferri - Sempre 37. 1973 I Camaleonti - Perchè Ti Amo 38. 1973 Lucio Battisti - Il Mio Canto Libero 39. 1973 Marcella Bella - Io domani 40. 1973 Massimo Ranieri - Erba Di Casa Mia 41. 1973 Mina - Eccomi 42. 1973 Patty Pravo - Pazza idea 43. 1973 Peppino Di Capri - Un grande amore e niente piu 44. 1973 Pooh - Io E Te Per Altri Giorni 45. 1974 Adriano Celentano - Bellissima 46. 1974 Claudio Baglioni - E Tu 47. 1974 Drupi - Piccola E Fragile 48. 1974 Gianni Bella - Più ci penso 49. 1974 Gigliola Cinquetti - Alle Porte Del Sole 50. 1974 I Cugini di Campagna - Anima mia 51. 1974 I Nuovi Angeli - Anna da dimenticare 52. 1974 Marcella Bella - Nessuno mai 53. 1974 Riccardo Cocciante - Bella senz'anima 54. 1975 Claudia Mori - Buonasera Dottore 55. 1975 Claudio Baglioni - Sabato Pomeriggio 56. 1975 Domenico Modugno - Piange il telefono 57. 1975 Drupi - Sereno è 58. 1975 Homo Sapiens – Tornerai tornerò 59. 1975 I Santo California - Tornerò 60. 1975 Mal - Parlami d’amore Mariù 61. 1975 Mina - L'importante è finire 62. 1975 Wess e Dori Ghezzi - Un Corpo e Un Anima 63. 1976 Adriano Celentano - Svalutation 64. 1976 Daniel Sentacruz Ensemble - Linda Bella Linda 65. 1976 Gianni Bella - Non Si Può Morire Dentro 66. 1976 Gianni Morandi - Sei Forte Papà 67. 1976 Lucio Battisti - Ancora Tu 68. 1976 Oliver Onions - Sandokan 69. 1976 Pooh - Linda 70. 1976 Riccardo Cocciante - Margherita 71. 1977 Angelo Branduardi - Alla Fiera Dell´Est 72. 1977 Claudio Baglioni - Solo 73. 1977 Collage - Tu Mi Rubi L' Anima 74. 1977 Daniela Goggi - Oba-ba-lu-ba 75. 1977 Homo Sapiens - Bella da morire 76. 1977 Matia Bazar - Solo tu 77. 1977 Oliver Onions - Orzowei 78. 1977 Umberto Balsamo - Angelo Azzurro 79. 1977 Umberto Tozzi - Ti Amo 80. 1978 Adriano Celentano - Ti avrò 81. 1978 Alan Sorrenti - Figli Delle Stelle 82. 1978 Anna Oxa - Un'emozione da poco 83. 1978 Antonello Venditti - Sotto Il Segno Dei Pesci 84. 1978 Elisabetta Viviani - Heidi 85. 1978 Lucio Battisti - Una Donna Per Amico 86. 1978 Patty Pravo - Pensiero Stupendo 87. 1978 Renato Zero - Il Triangolo 88. 1978 Rino Gaetano - Gianna 89. 1978 Umberto Tozzi - Tu 90. 1979 Adriano Celentano - Soli 91. 1979 Adriano Pappalardo - Ricominciamo 92. 1979 Alan Sorrenti - Tu Sei L'Unica Donna Per Me 93. 1979 Antonello Venditti - Buona domenica 94. 1979 Julio Iglesias - Se Tornassi 95. 1979 New Trolls - Quella carezza della sera 96. 1979 Pippo Franco - Mi Scappa La Pipì Papà 97. 1979 Pooh - Io Sono Vivo 98. 1979 Pupo - Forse 99. 1979 Renato Zero - Il Carrozzone 100. 1979 Umberto Tozzi - Gloria Related Hashtags #hitsof1970 #hitsof1970to1979 #hitsof1970s #hitsof1970songs #hitsof1970uk #hitsof1970australia #hitsofthe1970sand1980s #kannadahitsof1970 #bollywoodhitsof1970 #hitsof1969and1970 #tophitsofthe1970sbillboard #pophitsofthe1970s #hitsof1970sinmusic https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9xETfkIyeu0