#the background is so tacky LMAO

[leskowitx]

Virgin Mary

[bwappi]

i drew an actual, like, thing for once! of mine and my pal’s pathfinder characters.

Zelaria (left) belongs to @grumpmaestro. Agnes (right) is mine.

[arcanegifs]

On Gifmaking:

So season 2's coming soon, and I wanna reflect on making gifs ever since I came back to Tumblr. I can't believe it's been 2 years of making gifs for this show!!!!! Look at how large my folder is lmao

And those are JUST gifs lol

Anyways, over time, my style has changed, especially how I color edit Arcane gifs. I kind of strayed away from a stylized filter color into just something that looks a lot more "natural" and works with the original scene.

Initially, I thought I'd save time, but I ended up not using my old arcane preset PSDs and resulted to coloring almost every scene manually. So in the end, it takes even longer to make them HAHAHA. It takes around an hour and a half for me to make a 10 gif set, basically. It also helps that I have a photography background, so coloring/editing is a lot simpler for me.

Here's a lil before and after of a dark scene (hiiiii viiiiiii <3)

Arcane is a REALLY dark show, but it goes for most of TV shows. Many of them are darker and harder to bring up the lights to make stuff look nice as gifs. Some people don't like to color their gifs, and that's okay. I personally just like color edited gifs more.

I've started learning how to upscale scenes myself, so that I have a better resolution and leeway to make things look "HD" more.

If you're wondering why my stuff look so "crisp", it's a combination of the scene's lighting, my sharpening settings on Photoshop and knowing how to upscale everything into 4k resolution. Of course, doing this needs an extremely beefy pc, which I am very lucky to own one.

Here's another before and after of a nicely lit scene. These are much, MUCH easier to do than all the darkly lit scenes because of shadows and lighting (caitlyn kiramman truly the rizzler <3)

I've been very lucky to be able to essentially take a nice, long break for like a month doing nothing after being so damn busy for the last year and a half, so it's nice that I was able to make a ton of gifs and be chronically online for a short while LMAO.

It's been so fun! But it's time to go back to reality lmao. I closed reqs for a bit because I was just so swamped with them the last few days, and I wanted to gif scenes that I like this time. I've done like 2 weeks worth of gifs. And you will see Vi a lot bc she's on my mind a lot heehee 🥰what can I say, she's such a babe <3

Here's a lil sneak peek, just look at herrrrrrr 🥰🥰🥰 and yeah, 4k upscaled resolution really helps making these tight crops, it's why i never went back to 1080p lol. It's how I’m able to make zoomed in gifs look decent (like the kirammountains gifset lol)

Thank you so much for all the support, likes, reblogs, and the nice tags you guys give. Yes, I can see and read all of them (both the nice and nasty ones lmao). If you have nothing good to say about the characters or my editing style, or anything related to the edit, please I beg you, just write a separate text post about it <3 If you have nothing nice to say, don't say it in my edits.

Lastly, thank you to the people who share my stuff outside the site and credit the blog and link them back here. I see you and appreciate you <3 You guys don't know how much I appreciate shoutouts and link backs, because people stealing my gifs is something that I've dealt with after making them for like a decade.

Tumblr is sadly not what it used to be in the 2013-2015 era. There’s definitely less activity as time goes by, so I appreciate all the people who credit and link back to this sideblog. Unfortunately, there’s more people who just repost them and it gets wayyy much more traction in other soc med sites. Yeah, ofc I get a lil jealous, but eh what can you do 😞 can’t really stop em.

I also don’t like putting watermarks because it personally looks tacky to me, but I understand why other people do it.

Anyways, if you reached at the end of this lil rambling of mine, thank you! I sadly might be busy during November because that's usually busy season, but I'll try to make time for making gifs of Season 2! Thank you and enjoy your stay on this lil sideblog :)

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[BOTH AINT SHIT] SNIPPET ゜・BLADE, DAN HENG NSFW

they're both my #𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓿𝓻𝓸 literally minimal plot I just want to add more background to the roommate au lmao stress, strain: the tale of young modulus and a forlorn physics student (blade) << this is the roommate au go check it out stream B.A.S

HONKAI STAR RAIL MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

Perhaps he’s just angry with you. Routinely, when his irritation with himself and the world around him reaches a boiling point, it’s then that he chooses to finally pay heed to the eyes ogling at his figure. He’s not stupid: knowing fully that they want to take him to bed, and he won’t refuse when he wants to get out of his head for a while. 

There’s something satisfying about your reaction—eyelid just about twitching, a tight grip on your Earl Grey as he waltzes into the kitchen with pyjama pants and not much else—that evokes a grim smirk from him. But these girls just aren’t satisfying him anymore. Soiled, tied-off condoms litter the waste bin in the corner of his room—not proof of his enjoyment, but rather the persistence of the people he’s with to get him off.

You’re just some guy Kafka stuck him with—so why the hell is he thinking of how your body glistened in that heatwave?

There’s something wrong with him. 

You notice it too, watching how he brings someone new almost daily with him now—seriously, is this guy trying to get with half the city? He’s lucky it’s summer, but you certainly aren’t. 

Of course, you complain at your next gathering with the Trailblazers—drunken condemnations of the man who’s just a prick. You get so frustrated that Stelle practically shoves Dan Heng into you to take you home; he only really loses the reluctant air when you assure him Blade won’t be back until later. 

And maybe it’s the whiskey you both consumed—or maybe it’s the lingering memories of the last time he kissed you right after a successful concert, warm and sloppy and dizzying—that slots your lips together once more. He’s pressed beneath you on your bed: back arched as you gently stretch him out with your fingers. Like this, with tears leaking down his eyes and a wobbly smile across his face as the seams of your joined lips gather salt and faint pricks of blood—you can’t help but disregard the door you forgot to close properly. 

It could also be the adrenaline—Dan Heng feels so utterly breathless as you pump his weeping cock, getting off to the fact that he’s the one you’re fucking in Blade’s own apartment. 

“Don’t—ngh—stop.” Blade freezes when he hears the distinct sound come from your room: hard, fast sounds of tacky skin-against-skin; a wooden bed frame squeaking ever so slightly; and the familiar sound of fucked-out whimpers. 

He can’t bring himself to move from where he’s stone-still in the small corridor leading directly from the front door. While breathy and high-pitched, it’s definitely a guy—and that’s not you he’s hearing. His senses are sharp, so he does manage to pick up groans that sound much more like you; and for some reason, the back of his neck prickles with a burning sensation. 

His grip on his keys is harsh enough to draw blood—faint, pungent copper wafts up from his palm as he walks past your door to get to his room.

Except, the door’s been left slightly ajar and he takes the opportunity to see exactly who is coaxing your song out from you. 

His breath hitches and his red eyes widen at the sight. A lean, muscular back faces him—busy being split apart on your dick. From what he can see, you’re leaning back on the bed: cradling a mop of wavy black hair while his mouth is latched on your chest. He’s bouncing slightly, while your pelvis angles up to meet the plush flesh of his ass with a sickening squelch. 

The man pulls back with a pop, and it’s then that Blade glimpses from the side the face he most despises. 

Dan Heng. 

And…you. 

[cloud-based-and-rainpilled]

Staged 2 thoughts!! (this will take a Year because I have a Lot of feelings)

tl; dr at the end

Hmmm I don’t see how it’s a love story yet

Staged 1 works well enough on its own but the second season is really essential as a companion piece upping the emotional ante (which is exactly how I feel about Good Omens 1 & 2 lol)

The opening scene mindfuck; The meta! We have reached levels of irony not previously seen possible

Who do I thank for the tacky Zoom interview show background? It deserves top billing

HE DOESN’T WANT THE GOLDFISH TO BE LONELY (metaphor) and then it FUCKING DIES

Celeb cameos in season 1 being all “hey! I like you!” in season 2 like “you are tearing them apart. I hate you. scum

Also the themeing of Michael Sheen and David Tennant being on their own “side” VS everyone else……….. Simon Mr. Writer Sir i see u and unfortunately i am in your walls

The writing feeling less theater-y works for the meta and I’m wondering whether they always had a second season in mind or if it’s just that well written

Was really hoping for a Colin Firth & Hugh Grant cameo ngl :/

The music didn’t annoy me as much this season since it was more of the horn oomp-pah-pah than the piano. Idk maybe my mind just changed

I didn’t know Whoopie Goldberg could be terrifying but here we are (also I forgot her name isn’t Whoopie)

“I think the wizard fucked your ass” ???

Setting up the awards and the baby was peak *pops P* comedy 🤌 Definitely needed since it gets Sad as it goes on

Welsh kink spotted!!! And so fucking blantant I was scandalized

“I’ll shove it up my ass where the rest of the excrement goes” Michael casually asking David to peg him. Nice

More bad magic. More pls and ty

Also moar Nina pls. T’was but a brief beautiful bluster in the wind

Tbh missed a lot of Michael & David’s back-and-forths VS season 1 but I get that’s… the point

Everyone agreeing David is whiney and annoying lmao get wreck’t

Also I forgot they don’t have air conditioning in Englandland ‘cause my man is sweating in every scene he’s in (unless that was intentional in which case… go on…)

The ladies!! That meta ending with the Bechdel test… I see you…

Still love Georgia and Simon’s sister (who I apparently don’t respect enough to google her name); I like Anna now too! She’s got this kinda quiet sarcastic edge I didn’t notice the first time. They all played off each other well in their 3 some (phrasing) scenes

Big amongus sus react that Anna has better chemistry with the two of them than with Michael of which there is literally zero chemistry. Compared to Georgia and David who are just electric with each other it’s honestly distracting

Actual torture watching them break down as other actors play them and drive their friendship apart, it’s fascinating to watch especially on top of it being themselves but, like, not we swear

“Am I your best friend” “No” Fuckin REJECTED !! looser!!!

Oh huh I can see how this is a love story, interesting

The David Tennant fanboy (he is a Real actor I just can’t think of his name) served juicy vomiting SFX realness

“So you’ve made love with him” BROTHER

It took me 87 years to realize warthog and mongoose were in reference to Timon and Pumbah lol <- I am not looking up how to spell this

The bannister being part of the bookshelf why did this make me laugh this hard

Ken Jeong actually reaching into the heart of everything and casually tearing into it Temple of Doom style and leaving everything to ruin lmao

I miss people getting too close to me (feral noises)

Ewan McGregor is cute and I am shallow 🥰

AU where Simon Pegg and Nick Frost did Staged and honestly it would still work aside from being dangerously heterosexual

Simon & Nick doing the Staged 1 back and forth but literally? mmmm that’s sum gud meta

Oh right I forgot the actual writer Simon’s in it too. He’s still good. I like his Zoom tantrum

Jim Parsons unconvincingly looking for his phone after he casually tells David that he and Michael are obviously in love and everyone sees it lmao

David Tennant has the unique ability to make this absolutely insane face reserved specifically for the emotion “oh shit I’m in love with Michael Sheen” which like

I could kill the Good Omens costume department rn I stg take off those fucking sunglasses I’m so mad

Ohhhhhhhh yeah this is a love story

The Frozen snowman being the big bad final boss of cunt, oof you gotta love a good villain

Michael’s monologue the only one not in the kitchen area just breaking down completely I mean *claps until my hands fall off* he put his whole pussy into it. The frustration? The despair? I mean it felt like an audition monologue (in a good way) he walked through the valley in the shadow and death and came back a broken man with a fuzzier beard

CATE BLANCHETT ZOOM SNIPE

Apparently people didn’t like Phoebe Waller Bridge in the new Indiana Jones movie which I haven’t seen but idk I thought she was pretty funny and hot here. *ding*

MOOMIN MUG SPOTTED

The use of travel as a metaphor for feeling stuck emotionally *clenches fist*

“I like silence” *screaming from the other room*

“It’s like gas filling a room” <- fascinating way to describe their dynamic, it’s specifically referring to aimless conversations that snowball and “fill up a room” but it could also refer to the palpable energy between them— like even through the abstraction of a computer screen there’s this magnetic force that’s just riveting, it’s hard to describe

“We haven’t talked about love” > Seen at 2:17 PM LMAO

Michael alone with the black frame lingering shot. Acting and editing and directing choices so simple and on point. everything hurts

Struggling to say goodbye on Zoom physically reaching out unable to leave the frame that whole scene was just. You can just feel the love through the screen, it’s so layered and intimate despite essentially being “No you hang up first”

Zoom wedding! He stayed!!

I wonder if that’s Michael Sheen’s actual best friend. That would be cute

Anna whispering and telling him “nah I know your bestie is literally an hour away but he can’t come over lol” like??? why? let them love each other I cannot handle this villain arc

“I have to bring that one otherwise my tits will explode” Wait wasn’t she drinking earlier though? #ShivRoyMoment

“I was standing outside your job for four hours because I love you” <- dog from Up moment

Yes he is legally a Hobbit

The car window as an abstraction like the Zoom boxes *continued feral noises*

The direction of David putting his hand on the window and Michael walking away only then revealing Anna and the baby far in the background? We’re in 3 dimensions and they are all painful!!

Okay yeah I get it it’s a love story but I thought this was a comedy haha right guys why does everything hurt

It ends on that meta moment between David and Georgia which I can only assume is to set up for the third season although I dunno if that was planned at the time as well. It’s ambiguous but not distracting if they didn’t make another one

tl; dr: Staged 2 is a unique and excellent addition to Staged 1. The added meta textual layer of the other celebrities breaking down their relationship based on Staged 1 allows for a lot of “hiding behind my hands so embarrassed” moments, but also by pitting them against each other, it reveals their actual love for each other through the bickering. Season 1 on its own is a nice vignette of its time but season 2 with it adds a tension and intimacy that really takes both over the top

Kinda dreading watching Staged 3 since it seems like people overwhelmingly like it less than the other two because of the loss of the Zoom format and constant arguing, but I’m already in this far deep so I’ll stick the landing

To wit— awwwwwww, they love each other!

[angel-eyes05]

bite the hand (chapter 6)

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

pairing: spider-woman!oc x miguel o’hara 

summary: lorena's whole world was taken away from her in the blink of an eye, after she accidentally broke a canon event. lucky for her though, she was able to find a portal watch in her dimension and used it to get out before she glitched out of existence. unfortunately though, running from dimension to dimension, she's been named as an anomaly by the spider society. now, she's constantly on the run from them, their leader in particular. when she eventually gets caught though, she's recruited onto a mission to catch another anomaly who might be from her past. to her dismay though, her partner on this mission is her very captor. will she be able to stop arguing with him for long enough to get the job done?

info: enemies to lovers, maybe a slow burn depending on chapter count, oc is 24 and miguel is 27, both oc and miguel are super sad lmao, they're also both super violent so, they also hate each other what a slay, in regards to my oc you can read her character sheet right here

warnings: there might be spoilers for atsv in this so watch the movie before reading this, cursing, implication of suicidal thoughts, blood mention, ANGST SO MUCH ANGST

word count: 2.4k

notes: thank you olivia rodrigo for dropping vampire in the middle of me writing this because that was such good backing music for the argument🤭  (i love angst if you couldnt tell)

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As the soft, delicate rain turned into a heavier pour, Lorena started to wish she went inside the motel lobby with Miguel, instead of waiting outside.

Miguel had gone in about five minutes ago and still hadn’t come out. Now having moved underneath the awning, she was enjoying watching the rain, and different civilians running through it on the street. Her momentary peace was interrupted when Miguel came slamming through the door, wiping his hands across his face and groaning. “I didn’t know booking a hotel room could be so stressful,” Lorena joked. “You’re gonna hate me,” he said, sounding genuinely sorry. Lorena sighed. 

She had seen this trope play out in movies all the time. “You got the keys?” she asked, avoiding his statement. He held up the keys in one hand and jingled them sarcastically. “Ok, lets just get going before we get even more drenched,” she said, guiding her hand to the stairs so Miguel can lead the way up to the room. 

Lorena headed up the stairs slowly, still in a good amount of pain from her earlier wounds. Once she and Miguel made it to the door, and he unlocked it, she was met with the very thing she was dreading this whole time.

One king sized bed, smack in the middle of the room. Not even a couch for one of them to lay on. 

Lorena sighed before walking in. “I’ll take the bathtub,” she said exhaustedly before walking in. “You sure you don’t want me to take it?” he asked kindly. “You really think you’ll be able to fit in that?” she asked rhetorically, looking back at him and pointing up and down at his massive body. He shrugged it off. “Ok, but I need to shower first, so at least take the bed for now,” he insisted. 

The room was a decent size. A king sized bed in the middle, with a desk by the far away window. A dresser was perched in front of the bed with a medium sized TV straight above it. The bathroom on the other hand, was much more of a mess, conveniently. The tub was an ugly teal color with cracked linoleum tile floors. An orange-brown rust shrouded all the metal material, and the yellow overhead light was headache inducing. Perfect environment for sleeping. 

While Miguel was in the shower, Lorena sat on top of the tacky looking quilt while she flipped through free movies on the cable. It wasn’t like she was actually going to pay attention to any of them, but having one on in the background would at least make time seem like it was moving a little bit faster. She eventually just landed on Coco, a cute little movie to just have on, and left it playing in the background as she let her thoughts wander off. 

It just clicked to her now that this was the first time that day she had a moment to rest. Whether it was running around New York City, almost falling to her death, or patching herself up, her adrenaline had been at an all time high for the whole day. As a result, it felt weird to just be sitting and doing nothing, even if it was relaxing. Especially while she knew he was out there. 

Her Spider-Sense was going crazy, even though she wasn’t in any immediate danger. It was just the fact that she was going to have to see him again that wanted to make her pull her hair out. It had been so long, she was even beginning to forget what he sounded like. She promised herself she never would. Yet here she was. Searching deep through her memories to try and remember his diction. 

The way he would hang on his vowels a little, and extend the last syllable of the word, like he wanted to keep it in his mouth a little longer. He always had a relaxed tone to his voice, combating her quick, harsh one. He matched her so well, she could never imagine herself with anyone else. Or at least she used to think that. That’s why Miguel scared her so much.

Almost as if on cue, the door to the bathroom opened, steam clouding its way into the main room, and Miguel standing in the doorframe with a towel tightly wrapped around his small waist. Lorena had to keep herself from admiring his chiseled body. Although, when she was able to move her eyes away from his six-pack, she only felt more butterflies in her stomach from the sight of his wet, sloppy hair. It was so different from his put together, almost uptight appearance.

In a desperate attempt to get away from her own lustful thoughts, she blurted out, “Lo juro por dios, if you used up all the hot water O’Hara.” “Don’t worry, don’t worry, there should be enough left for at least a quick rinse,” he defended, taking another smaller towel from the closet in the small hallway and ruffling it across his hair. 

She got up quickly and made her way to the bathroom, before she heard Miguel say, “Do we really have to watch this movie.” She paused. “What’s wrong with Coco?” she said jokingly, and almost like she was offended. “I just don’t wanna watch it,” he responded flatly. “I didn’t know you were too grumpy to enjoy a kids movie.” “Can you just cut it out.” Lorena was getting energized off of the banter though, deciding to continue it by running to snatch the remote just before he could. “Lorena, give me the remote.”

Took a moment. So did he, realizing what he just did. She pointed her finger up at him in a mocking manner. “Ha! You did it! You said my name!” “I don’t have the energy for this, anomaly.” “Nuh uh, no take backs” she teased like a child, jumping around the room while he tried to grab the remote while still holding up his towel. 

“Would you just give it to me?” he almost shouted, trying to block out the sounds of the TV while the lullaby rendition of “Remember Me” started playing in the back. “Oh come on, why can’t you just have a bit of fun for a little, Mr. Grumpy-Pants,” Lorena continued. “Just give me the fucking remote already!” Miguel was now full on shouting at her. “Just tell me what’s wrong with the fucking movie then!” she shouted back, getting a little more annoyed at his actions. “Because this was my daughter’s favorite movie!”

Lorena froze, embarrassment showing bright on her cheeks. Miguel sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose while the song finished. Lorena quickly shut off the TV as silence filled the room. “I…I didn’t know,” she tried to apologize. “It’s fine, just forget it,” he said, taking the remote and placing it on the desk next to him. “Can I ask what happened,” Lorena said meekly. All the attitude and cockiness she previously flaunted was broken down now. Miguel sighed, took a seat on the bed, and patted next to him. Lorena took her place on top of the bed as well. 

“It was a while ago. That I had her. Gabriella.” Lorena tried not to look at him, as if it would alleviate any embarrassment he might’ve been feeling. “It was a different universe. Other than my own. I wasn’t supposed to be there…but I had to. I was…” he took a deep breath. “I was so tired of being alone.” Lorena knew how that felt.

Shortly after Eddie’s death, she had gone down a dark path herself. If she didn’t have her aunt there with her, she might not have been sitting there on that bed right now. 

“It was so wonderful. She was wonderful. She was such a bright girl. Had a little spark to her. You would’ve liked her,” he pushed at her shoulder with his, getting Lorena to blush a little. “...What happened,” she hesitantly asked. Miguel took a bit to answer. “Like I said. I wasn’t supposed to be there.” 

“Oh.”

“It happened the same way yours did. She glitched away in my arms.”

Lorena’s attitude quickly changed when she heard the first part of that statement. “What do you mean ‘it happened the same way yours did’?” she asked, a tang of anger and confusion in her voice. Miguel knew he made a mistake the minute the words left his mouth. But he had gone too far to go back now. “I’m the reason the canon collapsed and destroyed Gabi’s Earth.”

Lorena stood up slowly from the bed, and turned away from him as she felt her face and eyes get hotter. “So…we made the same mistake…right?” she asked slowly. Miguel sighed, knowing where this was going. 

“Yes.”

She let out a slight laugh to herself, wiping her mouth with her hand as she felt the anger rising inside of her. “And you get off scot-free right?”

“Lorena, it’s not like that-”

“No, you know what, it sure seems it's that way. Big shot Miguel O’Hara gets to strut around destroying universes at his own will-”

“That’s not true and you know it.” He was starting to yell now too, standing up now as well.

She continued though. “While the rest of us can’t even get a restful night of sleep without fearing that some guy in a red and blue suit is gonna come from behind and slit our backs open?!”

“I’m trying to stop it from happening again!”

“Then why are you always too late, huh?”

Silence echoed through the room. 

“If you’re trying so hard to stop the same thing from happening again, why is my entire home gone? Why is everyone I love fucking dead Miguel?!” she shouted, her volume growing louder and louder. 

“That isn’t my fault!”

“And it’s not mine either, so why should I be punished for it?! Do you think I asked for this? I didn’t ask to watch my entire world disappear before my eyes as I ran away like a fucking coward!”

“You know what, you are a coward. Because at least I didn’t run. At least I tried to help!”

“Oh how noble of you! Everyone give it up for Miguel O’Hara, the hero who can do no wrong!” Lorena mocked. “You’re a fucking hypocrite, Miguel!” This conversation was the first time she used his first name as well, but both of them were too busy clawing at each other’s throats to notice. 

“At least I’m doing my job right! The more anomalies like you I put away, the better the multiverse will be. You sick fucks don’t do anything except cause trouble for everyone else. And to the ones who’s worlds are already gone? You creatures had it coming to you. You deserved what happened to you, you fucking anomaly!”

Miguel felt the sharp sting of Lorena’s palm against his cheek. “You call me that word again O’Hara and I swear to god, I won’t hesitate to kill you, take your watch, and run,” she stated, boiling with rage, before storming off into the bathroom and slamming the door shut.

She pressed her hands to the door as her back slid down it. She then slammed her fists onto the hard tile, repeatedly, her own strength cracking it even more. Blood flew from her skin as she continued to take her anger out on the floor, until her hands were shaking out of control. His words continued to echo through her head. You deserved it. Coward. Anomaly. 

Shakily, she stood up from the ground, and leaned her bloody hands on the sink counter in front of the mirror. Her own reflection looked ashamed of her. Memories ran through her head. Her uncle shot dead on the street. Her aunt looking to her, eyes wide, unsure of what was happening to her as she disappeared from existence. Then, it was coming to her again. Eddie.

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She had been fighting the symbiote for what felt like hours. Thankfully, the surrounding area of the city had already been evacuated, so she wasn’t as worried about the alien hurting civilians. But she was beginning to get tired, and the gashes in the side of her suit from the alien’s claws were starting to take a toll on her. Remembering a lesson in class about symbiotes and their weaknesses, she took two metal poles from the destruction around her, and banged them together to break apart the alien. 

As its warped screams tore through the atmosphere from the clanging, Lorena took the opportunity to finally use her acid webs to slice off one of its arms. It worked. While it was still broken apart, she managed to stab the body inside the alien straight in the chest with a jagged pole. Once the symbiote fell to the ground, and the black goo started to crawl away from the body in search of a new host, Lorena could feel her heart sink into the bottom of her stomach. 

Even while dying, he was still beautiful to her. 

Eddie Brock. The boy she loved her whole life. 

His arm was sliced off and blood was gushing out of his midsection. Lorena ripped her sweaty mask off her face as she rushed towards his body. “No no no no Eddie, what are you doing here,” she asked him, while pressing her hands to his chest to stop the bleeding, as if that would actually do anything. “I-I…didn’t k-know,” was all he could manage to get out. “Shhh, it’s okay, I’m gonna get you out of here, it’s gonna be fine,” she blurted out, hot tears already burning her face. She felt his hand grab hers, then pulled her head down to his lips. She pressed her lips to his as the tears transferred down from her face to his. Once he let go, he managed to whisper something to her. 

“Don’t lose your heart.”

Lorena feverishly shook his body as the light left his eyes. “Eddie please don’t do this to me, please just stay with me, don’t do this,” she pleaded and begged to him over and over and over again. Her suit was stained in red from sitting next to his bleeding body for so long, her hands most effected. She sobbed over his body until morning, fleeing the scene when the police came to inspect the area.

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She cradled herself into a little cocoon on the shiny, yellow tile as she silently wept. Miguel was right about her. And she knew it. 

Once she was finally finished, she stood up and wiped her swollen eyes. “Idiot,” she said quietly to herself.

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NEXT CHAPTER

a/n: the chapter was starting to get super long so i just decided to split it into 2 so chapter 7 should be out pretty soon since i've already got most of it done

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[sinsinewave]

so i recently saw a post on cohost about the NFS Unbound soundtrack, specifically how it's quite multicultural and features a ton of artists from different places that got me thinking, and i kinda just now realised that there's somewhat of a phenomenon in recent popular media of what i'd call "non-diverse diversity" like, starting with the good things, the second half of that term take NFS Unbound's OST as an example, it featuring tons of different languages and cultures is genuinely really good, i love to see that; hell the whole idea of the game being very much about diversity and such in themes is great! (as much as it pissed off some of the fanbase, lmao) but, then we get to the "non-diverse" NFS Unbound, which brands itself on diversity and expressing yourself, only allows you to express yourself in one way for example, the soundtrack is very much one-sided; it's multicultural, but has no variety whatsoever in style, it hardly expresses more than a narrow set of genres and styles compare to older NFSes; those didn't have the same level of cultural diversity (shame, imo); but they felt a lot more diverse because they had a whole bunch of different genres and even the ability to select your own subset of the soundtrack the whole thing kinda permeates modern NFS as a whole; outwardly everything is very diverse, hell, there's even queer characters nowadays, which is not something i really expected from NFS but like, car customisation? it's all generic Rocket Bunny esque body kits clothing? very generic name brand stuff with no variety (there's like one pair of boots and 8 trillion identical sneakers in Unbound) you get the idea in, say, MW or Carbon from the 00's everything was a bit tacky; but things felt distinct, it felt more like you can present in a variety of ways, if that make sense also, note; because this site's reading comprehension is piss poor; i think the modern cultural diversity is really good, i just wish they represented more than one subset; like, for music, you could have genres different places are known for, like, Germany has a big techno and electronic scene iirc, Finland is known for metal, you get the idea instead it's all the same genre just from different places and it's not like it's that important to the vibe of the game like pursuit music in MW, it's just background music; i usually just end up muting it and listening to something from my own library, which has the issue of not syncing to game state, so no separate menu music or pursuit music or racing music --- also i will mention Forza Horizon 5; its radio system is great; NFS should adopt that too, where you just have a bunch of radio stations playing different genres (shame that's like the one good part about FH5)

[neetily]

꣑୧ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ── MATCHUP EVENT: Date #15

♡ cupid's victim number fifteen!! ♡

im running out of ways to say THANK YOU LMAO. so im gonna stop doing them after this one, just be assured that i am so very thankful for everyone who has taken part in this event and who has waited for me to post their matchup <3 MWAH MWAH loving u guys !!

─ you have one new message from...

Robin . . .

hey!! last night was so fun, would you wanna do a repeat? text me back soon, miss you! <3!!!

Why? it's not biased i SWEAR. i only just realised that you mentioned his name upon skimming your info haha, but it's true!! i think robin is best for you. he'd be attracted to your straight forward and blunt attitude, i think. he's rather pedantic and indecisive, so to have you in his life, someone unafraid of saying it how it is, helps him a lot! he can't help but to lean on you for support, finding comfort in how honest you are with him. but listen, i have this thought that won't leave since reading your info!! you mention that you're really into fashion, lots of himekaji and girly clothes... and yes, robin thinks you look soooooo cute, always encourages you to dress up however you'd like to!!! BUT... crossdresser robin who loves to share clothes with you!!!!!! can you imagine how CUTE he'd look? i bet he'd absolutely adore to wear matching coords with you, couples outfits and all that... i also think that robin is deceptively teasing. like yes, he's a small cute little cinnamon roll that you deserve, but he's also a fucking tease. he knows what he's doing, and just pretends not to. he's always be impressed by your drawings, and he'd love to play video games with you all night long!

you two just fit each others vibe so well. sweet boyfriend and dominant girlfriend, y'know? but in the bedroom, i think it goes the other way around hehe... that's when u get to see how he really feels!

Movie Night . . . (warning: piss)

it's so nice and warm inside of you, the forgotten about movie continuing to ramble on and on in the background of his room; a mere drone, to be honest. all he can really hear is the way you squeak to keep quiet, angling your body in the perfection position so as to not make the bed too noisy so late at night at the orphanage. good girl, he thinks to himself. keep you all to himself.

he's slow with his movements too, to account for the old bed, mostly. he's sure that springs are digging into you with every deep thrust he fucks into you, making you feel every inch of his cock stretching you open so lazily, pressing a kiss to your forehead as a sorry for not being able to provide you a better place to get fucked so thoroughly.

but he enjoys the idea of rocking your shape into his sheets below, whimpering alongside you at the way your cunt chokes his cock so well, leaving him more than a little breathless as he buries his head against your shoulder, tacky with sweat hair sticking to his forehead when he nuzzles into your neck.

it's warm. and he's so happy, so comfortable with you, inside of you, that he doesn't realise he's in trouble until it's too late to do anything about it. a little trickle of something travelling down his spine, a sudden realisation that oh, he has to piss. like, right now.

but you just feel so good, taking him so well, too! it'd be a shame if he had to stop, right? especially given the way you claw so tenderly at his back, threatening to lock your legs around his waist with every slow fuck he offers you. and you're so heated inside, like your body is practically begging for him to give in to his natural desires anyway.

and like, he intends on warning you. but his words are muffled and hidden behind moans, babbling sheer nonsense when you gush around his cock and he lets a stream of piss flow freely into you on instinct alone. biting down on his tongue to keep the resulting egregious moan tamed, because he doesn't wanna get caught balls deep in your cunt as it is... let alone while he's filling you up so full with piss that it inevitably leaks from your stuffed hole and stains his sheets a shade of yellow.

gross, he immediately thinks to himself. and as if on cue, his cock twitches out the remnants of piss for your hole to squeeze around, squelchy little cunt promising him that it's okay, you're too busy feeling good to probably notice that he's just marked up your insides anyway.

— you like to... do something creative when alone! here is a moodboard that i think fits your matchup!

[iamjaayg]

Ok here goes. First time using tumblr for more then a lock screen archive. Pretty much I'm looking to commission some pieces for my social media streaming “identity”. 

 *From twitch/kick/discord/obs overlays, emotes, twitter backgrounds, to YouTube banners, fonts, and pfp pictures. Animated or still*

Centered around the above picture obviously tweaked to fit what I actually look like and would want overall, just some examples:

1. A darker skin tone on “Finn” 

2. Glasses (Red ones)  

3. More emphasis on the afro.

3. A black cat instead of “Jake the Dog”

4. BMO, LSP removed entirely. 

5. Def. adding something weed/marijuana related like “Jake” blowing smoke from his nose lmao. not tacky like a shirt that says dope, a chain or a blunt in a mouth. Blended in there. 

6. Incorporating my favorite color (Red) while keeping the Adventure Time skim or aesthetic, trippy clashes of purple, green maybe even orange, and yellow. Meets Alice in Wonderland ya know?   

Again these are just ideas I have for this picture alone. I have thoughts on emotes, gifs, etc., so I wont leave it up to you only to come up with ideas. 

I have a vision and I’m looking for an artist! to help put it out there. 

I've been looking for the original creator of the image above to no end, because to me the style is unique but no luck so I'm trying here. So help me out if you know a person, recommend them, if you are HIMMOTHY send me some previous edits or commissions you’ve done. I’m looking for the real deal ya know.  

TLDR: I’m looking to have some art/ media commissioned based on picture above (Animated or Still). Send me prices, a sketch, previous works. PLEASE ONLY SERIOUS INQUIRES 

My information :D

Discord : jonnybricktop#6029

Twitter :  @nn0J_2

Don’t send things through this post. HMU in DMs. No to big on Vtuber but wont hurt. 

[royal-confessions]

“That scene of Meghan with a very obvious Hermes blanket is so cringy. It's like those "candid" photos of people take while strategically placing a monogram brand product in the background, flexing lmao. Tacky.” - Submitted by Anonymous

[purplegn0mes]

Ok so in an attempt to overcome my stupid creative block I wrote a little one shot about my OCs Niles and Lucia

For context; it takes place in a human AU that I was going to write (the story’s called Times Like These and I posted the first chapter on Wattpad if you’d like to read that first, but you don’t have to to understand what’s happening in this) and so I’ll just post it here since I can’t really show it off anywhere else Lmao

Musical Remedy

A small huff exhaled from Niles’s mouth as he marched his way down the flight of stairs so familiar that he felt no need to hover his hand over the railing like he would anywhere else. At the moment the house was silent, one would assume it was empty aside from him if they were to enter through the front door. But no, every occupant of the house was within its walls, in separate rooms, with no desire to leave their respective spots until supper time.

It was a quiet afternoon, cloudy skies making the interior exceptionally dark for this time of day, gentle droplets of cold rain dripping down the windows of the living room. Niles paid no mind to the faint whispers of thunder in the distance as his sore feet carried him past the abundance of couches and coffee tables in the spacious living room. Crossing his way into the narrow corridor hidden behind the wall and fireplace, he made his way into the smaller, more old-fashion styled den in the corner of the house that was almost always vacant. There really was no purpose to this room other than just being an extra space for Juliet to clean. Although the bay window that provided a view of the backyard was a pleasant feature.

Inside the small den was furnishing you’d expect from someone born in a generation older than Niles’s parents. Floral sofa with a crocheted blanket sitting atop its frame, and equally tacky throw pillows propped up on either side of the cushions. Various mundane portraits of landscapes hung on the crepe-colored walls. A closet that was used for storage, possibly containing broken vacuum cleaners or dusty board games that haven’t been touched in a decade. A lamp provided with a shade painted with Cupid angels dancing about in mid-air. Yeah, it was obvious that when Gnomeo and Juliet moved into his grandfather’s house that they didn’t bother changing much with this room. However, recently it had been used more by Niles, due to the mahogany piano that stood against the wall parallel to the sofa.

Niles had always loved music. As a kid he always found himself humming along to the background music of his video games or movies he watched a dozen times. He would (rarely) dance around his room singing melodies he had heard over the radio in his parents’ car. But only a few months ago did he realize he could actually make music.

And he loved it. He loved every second he spent at the piano. Loved every note that he played, loved the way it sounded in his ears and the fact that he was creating such beautiful sounds. He loved singing along to the beat. He loved listening to a song and immediately repeating it on the instrument as if he’s played it a hundred times, yet he only just learned the notes by simply listening to them.

Niles had a talent, and a good ear too. His family had noticed this. His father was the first to come to the revelation when he came home from work early one day to discover the boy singing “Your Song” to himself at the piano. And to say he was in awe at what he witnessed would be an understatement. Gnomeo was enamored with the way his son played and sung so gracefully in a way that took professionals years to accomplish. He immediately suggested Niles pursue it as a regular hobby, a career even. He let the rest of the family and their close friends in on the little hidden talent of his, and from then on Niles was known as the musician of the family.

Everyday after school, once he finished his work for classes (that he would often have done before the final bell even rung), he would sit at the piano and practice, playing whatever he felt like. He would often challenge himself by playing a fast-paced or upbeat song that normal beginners wouldn’t be able to keep up with. Today, as he placed himself on the bench and hovered his fingers over the keys, he decided to take a break from the pop/rock ‘n roll music he’d normally attempt and opted for a calming, slow rhythm of harmony.

Not five minutes into his practice was he abruptly interrupted by the sound of a door opening and slamming shut, and hard footsteps coming down from the hall outside the door. He turned around to find an annoyed blonde entering the den, throwing her backpack to the floor and plopping down on the sofa with her head in her hands.

“Where’ve you been?” Niles dared to ask, despite easily picking up on his sister’s irritation. But he was curious. He thought she was home already.

Lucia let out an exasperated groan as her palms ran down her face, stretching out the skin of her cheeks, rolling her eyes so much that for a second Niles couldn’t even see her pupils. “I was at lacrosse practice and had the most stupidest conversation of my life with the coach. Oh, and guess who almost got in a wreck on the way home because some asshole decided to cut me off!”

Niles just nodded, quietly taking in the information given. He had some questions, such as why the conversation with her coach was ‘stupid’ and if she was okay from the near-miss of a collision. But he’s known Lucia his entire life, and he knew better than to pry when she wasn’t in a good mood. It was best to just sit silently and listen, to let her do the talking.

“And on top of that, my stupid fucking medication didn’t work again so I was up all night.” The girl huffed and slouched back against the sofa, arms crossed firmly over her chest. “Mum says I need a refill but I think she’s just wasting money on these damn things. The only way I’ll ever get a good nights sleep is if someone puts a rag full of chloroform over my face!”

Niles resisted the urge to laugh at such a statement. He knew she was only exaggerating, but it wouldn’t surprise him if Lucia actually went to that extreme measure. Though it did concern him that that wasn’t a possibility to rule out. “I’m sorry.” Was his sympathetic response after letting his sister breathe for a moment. He truly felt for her. He was there to witness her battle with insomnia since they were 12-years-old. Lucia was a naturally energetic person but that shouldn’t hold her hostage from a decent amount of rest every night.

Lucia let out the heaviest of sighs, shaking her head as her eyes averted to the floor where her backpack laid. “Yeah, well, nothin’ I can do about it now.” She dismissed rather quietly, and in a defeated slouch she reached down for the bag in her sight and pulled out a notebook and folder. Niles instantly realized she had silently decided to get some homework done, and felt the need to warn her that he was in the middle of practicing; hinting that she should take her studies elsewhere. But Lucia shrugged in indifference, insisting that she didn’t mind the background noise. His lips curled inwardly in reluctance. He was still getting used to playing in front of other people. Even if it was just his sister, he wasn’t all that comfortable with his musical productions being presented to her judgmental ears.

But for some unknown reason she had no intention of leaving the den, so with a sigh, Niles turned around and picked up where he left off. He decided to try a different piece, something peaceful but not classical. Something well-known to him and possibly other people around his age. “Ylang Ylang” was his immediate choice, and so, softly as ever, keys emitted the gentle notes of the familiar melody. He was able to ease back into his routine quite easily, tuning out Lucia’s presence almost entirely. Aside from the rustle of paper moving or the harsh movement of her hand brushing eraser shavings away, she was as quiet as a mouse and had she entered the house this silently he wouldn’t have even known she was there.

Maybe it was the serene melody playing just three feet away from her. Maybe it was the gentle sounds of raindrops at the bay window and thunder creeping up in the sky. Maybe it was the warm, soft lighting of the lamp on the table beside her. Or maybe it was all of these combined that were putting Lucia at ease. Every ounce of frustration and stress that had been plaguing her mind for the last half hour started to dissipate, and a weight was momentarily lifted from her chest. For a moment, she could actually breathe. She could inhale, and exhale. And inhale. And exhale. And repeat this pattern over and over. It was a rare time in her life where she actually felt…calm.

Her eyelids grew heavier by the minute. Her brain was being pulled away from alertness, her train of thought making a detour away from the homework and towards a peaceful place in her mind she never knew existed. This was a task that not even her insomnia prescriptions could accomplish. Eventually Lucia gave into temptation and placed her school stuff aside on the table. She couldn’t continue working if she wanted to (which, of course, she didn’t). Quietly as ever, the blonde girl slowly laid herself down on the sofa she never considered comfy that was now a sanctuary for her heavy head.

Hours could’ve passed and Niles would have never known. He was so lost in his own world of music and harmony that the world could’ve imploded and he would be the only person to not notice or even care. This always happened whenever he was at the piano for a long period of time. He took his craft very seriously and at every chance he got, he would patiently play until he was in “the zone”.

Perhaps he should consider this as his career. The thought had crossed his mind several times, but self-doubt and anxiety always held him back from taking the leap of faith of actually pursuing such a goal.

Oh well, that was a problem for later. Right now Niles decided to finish up and get himself a pre-dinner snack from the kitchen. After letting the last note fade into silence, he pulled the cover down to shelter the keys and stood up away from the instrument. Just as he was about to make his way out, something peculiar in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He stopped and turned, spotting Lucia lying on her side, head rested atop one of the throw pillows, eyes screwed shut and mouth parted open slightly to release tiny snores and exhales.

When did she fall asleep? For how long? Niles did a brief glance towards the antique clock on the wall. Huh, it hadn’t even been fifteen minutes yet.

The corners of his lips curved up into a small grin. Rather or not it was specifically his playing that put her to sleep, he was just glad to see his sister finally getting the rest she needed. His first thought was to leave now to avoid accidentally disrupting her slumber, but something held him back for a minute. The brotherly urge to care her was hard to fight and could not be ignored. Lucia deserved a proper recharge, something more cozy.

With a quiet sigh, the boy went over to grab the crocheted blanket, and ever so carefully draped it over Lucia’s figure, sheltering her from her shoulders down to her socked feet. She was absolutely going to tease him about this later, he was well-aware. But it would be worth it as long as she was content and at peace. Her body moved, and at first Niles winced, thinking he had woken her up, but was relieved to see she simply shifted to a more comfortable position, hand instinctively holding the edge of the blanket to hold it closer to her face. For a moment he swore he saw a smile on her face. But maybe that was just hopeful imagination.

Turning off the lamp, Niles then left the room, shutting the door behind him, only leaving it open by a crack merely to avoid making any noise. With a sealed grin, he strolled to the kitchen to fetch himself the snack he’d been craving.

From then on, Niles would put his talent to good use. His music would be the medicine Lucia had been needing for years.

[llycaons]

scattered thoughts

paul 🥺

armand's tale sounds plausible ig but what is the truth!!!!

jacob anderson EMMY!!!!!

gay blade gay blade gay blade

burn bitch!!!!

"It's because we started speaking English" 😭

the sexy background jazz...😍

ik he's not in a good place but this louis is soooo conpetent and cool omg

kurapika is filled with an indescribable emptiness indeed...

armand's defense is subtly blaming loyis himself for his own betrayal. not 'I didn't love you enough' but 'you won't love me as long as them' insane

armand doesn't even feel bad. he's just playing the part. asking for forgiveness rather than permission. does he care about anything...

YOU LOOK SMALL

lestat self-reflecting????

akasha mention 👀

holy shit he's staying with armand to get back at LESTAT 😭😭😭 louis do not torment yourself for such a sake!!!!

chaining himself to a lying man he resents for eternity for THAT...

'there's nothing else' - over half an hour is left of the episode louis!!!

also, his life with armand being described as NOTHING. lestat and claudia were stories to tell, daniel was a story to tell. but once they were gone there was nothing to tell!!

uh daniel picking up plot holes!!!!!

TIME HEALS, DANIEL???? TIME HEALS????? HES A DJ????

sam. lestat. the inconsistencies of sam's presence. MENTION IT ALL

damn thought he was gonna mention armand's powers too

SECOND SCRIPT?????

HE WROTE IT

HE WROTE THE FUCKING SCRIPT!!!!

of course he did!!!

HOLY SHIT IT WAS LESTAT??

obviously it's not like I'm a loustat proponent but my hand is clapped over my mouth. ARMAND WOULD HAVE KILLED HIM

'he wantes me to suffer' oh so this is all about you

'you're over this' BITCH YOU DON'T GET TO TELL HIM THAT. his sister was murdered abd he was tortured for days...

what does raglan have to gain from this?

YESS YES!!!! LOUIS!!!!

this is just like when skyler left walt 🥰

back in new orleans 🥺🥺🥺 the accent...

his home...

black amex 🤑

the misconstruing of their history...

poor goth vampire...

lestat eating rats now huh...

his collarbones...so rakish!

companion enough for himself now....I'm so happy for him

LESTAT SAYING SIRI LMAO

he's weirdly humble, lestat

still old-fashioned. but the fact that he never interfered w armand and louis's relationship. that's growth

ig it's hard to know what's the exact truth, but louis fresh from his interview is apologizing for what he did to lestat, and I believe he means it. I believe he feels he wronged him

thanking him for the gift...his LIFE 😭

fuck this is so emotional. the difference between lestat's teaeful, genuine concern and fear vs. armand's contempt and cold blame. damn he really sucked. lestat was never a good liar

he can't stop thinking abt her either!! and he KILLED her so yeah but MAN I'm about to cry!!!

LIKE A CHILD LOOKiNG TO HER FATHER 😭 he killed her but still...

what a hug...

who gives a fuck about this tv program

he's so rude which is kind of fun but bragging about how many copies he's sold is so tacky. bro we know you got money. how's your relationship with your kids

WHATTTT

I thought the glasses were weird. fuck

it's good louis has a friend 🥰

aw his home has color now

and the art! I don't know what it means but it's colorful and passionate!

PAULLL 😭😭😭😭 that's paul!!!

and claudia's dress 🥺 the people he really loved

his ssshhsshing hehe

he's got some of that bravado back, thay swagger.

honestly kind of a corny last line...

overall very satisfying and weirdly hopeful! MUCH moreso than I had expected!!!

[saintlaurentproblems]

Spotify is so tacky, ugly, unorganized and shitty, I’m going back to Apple Music lmao

How so?

The white background and the overall aesthetic lol

[vitaminwaterreviews]

Wonder Girls - Reboot

So traditionally, I listen to the album, then decide which songs to add to my playlist after I’m done. This time around I figured I’d add songs as I go, so I don’t forget any of them later on. I ended up adding 10 out of 12 to my main playlist. So I did in fact add the remaining two to my playlist just to make sure.

It’s hard not to compare this album to Pink Tape for me, but I don’t actually think it’s all that similar? It did have a Toy moment in Oppa, but I think it stuck to its sound and its genre a lot more than Pink Tape does. It explores a lot within that sound and genre though; I didn’t get bored at all, which is good for a 12 song album. I also didn’t totally understand what to make of a lot of the songs. Like, they were Good, but I feel like I didn’t Get them. I’ll have to go back and relisten to a lot of these before I feel like I can have a solid opinion about them.

A couple of 9’s, several 8’s, but no 10’s. Nothing did that for me; I keep saying that Oppa had a “Toy moment”, which it did, but the positioning in the album and the type of song that it was made it surprisingly predictable. Like, when it happened, I didn’t freak out; I was like “oh yeah, I guess it’s about time for this isn’t it?” Plus the change was like, from one type of hip hop to another type of hip hop, as opposed to whatever Toy does with its rap rock to dubstep. The 9’s were both really good, but again, they didn’t do that for me. Average score of 7.8 which … maybe a bit low? I’d round up to an 8 but it’s close enough that I’ll let the literal average do the talking. I think I will definitely grow to enjoy this album more though; there’s a Lot here to learn to appreciate, and a first listen can only do so much.

- Baby Don’t Play

Welp this sure was intended to be listened to with stereo audio

Yeah this definitely Feels 80’s

Dude the synths in the chorus here

Are they strings? Or just string-inspired?

Haha I’m reminded of Apink’s What A Boy Wants for some reason in this post-chorus

Back to distorted stereo vocals I guess

Yeahh I’m not a fan of that kind of alternating from side to side thing

It feels … kinda tacky to me?

7/10, nice solid start, pretty good

Candle (feat. Paloalto)

Who’s Paloalto I wonder?

Yep, we are still 80’s

Oh is this supposed to be a sexy song?

I don’t think 80’s music will Ever feel sexy to me

Mkay, we’re rapping now

The rapping definitely doesn’t feel 80’s in this context

Yeah I dunno about the rapping yet. It’s fine but I don’t know if I like it

That said I do think I’ll be adding this song to my playlist, it’s very unique

Here he is

(who is he again?)

I don’t think he added too much but it was alright

7/10 but I suspect I may grow to like it more

I Feel You

Jay Whay Pee!

And the Wonder Girls! We’re Back!

Lmao

This isn’t the title track is it?

Oh it is! Why doesn’t it have the most listens then?

I did intend to not watch the MV regardless, on average I think I can analyze songs better when I don’t see the MV

Speaking of analyzing the songs, this song is kinda crazy

Like the synth chime thing with the melody is fun

I think I like this actually?

8/10

Rewind

Okay, this is the one with the most streams on Spotify. Plus the name makes it sound like it should be the title track

This feels suspiciously like a ballad

The ooh’s are cute

Mkay, not a true ballad

I don’t know how I’m supposed to be feeling though

Dude those string hits in the bridge are Kinda annoying imo

Oh wait there’s a rap section?

I really have no idea how to feel about this song

7/10 I guess?

Loved

Kind of a chip bass

Opening with a rap

Mkay and now we’re singing

The background synth here is super nice

The “you know / I know / we know” is really cool

Mmmm yeah, I like this

The bridge is kinda … underwhelming? I think I want more here

Yeah I guess it builds a bit

The vocals in the last chorus are Excellent tho

8/10

John Doe

Sparkles!!

Wowowooowooooowowowommmp

And now we forget about both of those

Oh ok we get the sparkles back

Haha the horn section, that’s nice

Hey wait, who’s their rapper? Like what instrument does she play live?

And likewise, who’s the drummer?

More sparkles!!

So many of these songs feel like, somewhere between a 7 and an 8

8/10

One Black Night

Cute drums

80’s noir or something? This is an interesting sound

The chorus is Soaring though

Mmmm the “you and I” is so good

Yeahhh and then that high synth up there, that’s pretty

Post-chorus rap, let’s go

“Getting dark dirty naughty” oml

Did they just meow??

No lol that’s a synth

This is so funny though

Like I don’t know what to make of this song, but in a good way

9/10 I guess??

Back

Woah, all metallic ig

And now we’re all hip hoppy

And this is like, proper 80’s hip hop

Yes I understand how to spell back thanks

You’re only 24, this late into your career? Jeez

Actually fair enough, I know a couple of them were 14 at debut

Certainly Hyuna was anyway

“I’m not a doll” has to be one of the most cliched cliches in kpop

I’m so curious what the Korean is bc the chorus is So generic

Maybe that’s intentional though?

Bruh the bell out here like

Okay the vocals at the end are really nice, fair play

Oh apparently this is the least listened-to song on the album

7/10, I do not know what to make of this song

OPPA

…huh?

The hits, whatever they are, feel like firecrackers

The english though is So generic omg

This is another song that I just don’t know how to feel about

It’s enjoyable to listen to but like … what??

I heard ‘molla’, that’s like my favorite Korean word or something

Yeah the english is like, almost painful to listen to omg

Oh okay

Nmixx moment

This 100% elevates the song

Wait okay hold on what?

I guess that was supposed to be the Toy moment of this album then?

8/10 ?????

Faded Love

Love this soundscape

Mmmmm and here’s the beat, god man this synth is So good

If you asked me to grade this set of sounds then it would get an A+

Dude the vocals wait what

Da da da da da da… mmmm

I love the strings

Both the violins and the guitar

This bass is having wAY too much fun

Was that a ritardando for a second there?

9/10, this was purely enjoyable to listen to

GONE

It’s kind of amazing that Twice debuted in the same year as this album

Like how Red Velvet are older than 4 Walls, it just feels kind of Wrong for some reason

Oh as far as this song goes, this is Gamer

The synth runs are fun

Pretty vocals

You can tell I’m mentally fried by this point though by how little I’m trying

8/10

Remember

The second least listened-to song on the album

Feels kinda Disney in the intro

Oh no

That “clink”

I’d know that clink anywhere

That’s the slow jam clink

Yep haha, the drum groove, the vocals, the background music

But y’know what? They definitely earned it, both in this album itself and in terms of their career as a whole

I really like the “Baby I’ll always remember your love” lines, those are sweet

Yeah, we did in fact earn this. If the whole album was this then I’d hate it, but in context it actually fits so well

8/10

[leftover-starlight]

to cast a shadow

a wip introduction

“Today, on the 216th anniversary of the Apollo mission to the moon, we say farewell and good luck to six of this planet’s most well-known astronauts, courageous sailors of the stars. Led by the decorated Captain Moonson, this legendary team will venture where no one has dared go before, past every planet in our humble solar system. They will represent humanity’s first attempt at true contact with the stars. Stay tuned, and stay watching; their initial launch and subsequent mission reports home will be broadcasted here, live, on Channel 42.”

SUMMARY

the stars have been humanity’s goal, the object of their daydreams, the soul of their endeavors, for hundreds of years. now, after the creation and hypothetical success of long-distance space travel, the International Space Corps, often referred to simply as The Corps, is sending out humanity’s first attempt at contact with the stars: a team of six highly-trained, highly-capable astronauts in a vessel christened the hopes.

well aware of the journey they’re facing, with humanity’s hopes—the very same that inspired their ship’s name—riding on their shoulders, the team sets off into uncharted space. first contact with an alien race is bound to be a bit different than what they’re expecting, but what they end up encountering is a shock not just to them, but to the whole world.

genre: sci-fi

status: outlining + drafting

pov: first person peripheral

setting: space-exploration vessel in previously uncharted regions of outer space, broadcast station on earth

features: found family, space travel/exploration, ~the future~, everyone is queer, first alien contact/conflict

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[bettysimovitch]

big and bigger, biggest dreamer!