#this will be on spotify someday

[cha1cedony]

Has this been done

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

Boys Be Brave! Episode 3

for @lurkingshan💜

[everything-is-as-it-was]

Cannot WAIT for the Dan and Phil Beats Spotify account to go suddenly from 0 to 1 mil+ and begin to actually be reccomended to normies. Like, Imagine chilling, listening to regular vaporwave, and these dudes called Dan and Phil Beats come up. What then. What then?

[gronnulv]

I've collected a playlist of music that I listen to while drawing fan arts with Haytham :D

[another-identityofmine]

————Little Green Apples————

•-• A Someday We’ll Be Together Segment•-• Summary: Just another drabble from “Someday We’ll Be Together.”As thoughts continue to swarm in his head about you. He starts to question his feelings, lying in bed as he sorts his mind.

author’s note: this is all to @jhoneybees, for literaly everything that the chapter got to offer. It goes on the appearance pic (idk what they’re called BUT ITS LITERALLY SOO CUTE. ADORABLE. But ahem, remaining professional, she also introduced me to this darling song. It’s so soft and sweet, and just. AH! I cannot 🫠🫠. So all thank you, thanks, appreciation, go to @jhoneybees!!!!!!

author won’t zip it: I’m literally obsessed with this song. I was listening to this ish while writing this! AHHHHH. But ahem, I’ll be putting out requests after this bit that have been biting dust 🤗

•••••••••••••••••••

Nothing can help. And nothing will.

As Elvis tosses and turns in his stiff, cool white sheets, the blanket riding down to his waist, he just can’t fall asleep. Not with all these thoughts that are just flooding and seeping into his head.

It’s ever since that date. He groans and thinks to himself, running his hands over his face. With his mama working out late til morning, no one’s there to comfort him. Especially not you. He can’t go over at this time of the night, also since the issue is about his thoughts of you.

He flutters his eyes close and crosses his arms of his chest. “Maybe if I just let mah thoughts run, the mind motor will eventually stop, get tired and lemme sleep.” He speaks out loud to himself and nods with a satisfied hum. “Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.”

He lets his mind run and wander. It’s only you.

A whole flash of his imagination sparks into action. Thinking of you on a Sunday at church in a gorgeous white dress, a lacy veil a front of your face that’s nearly see-through. As you and him both stand in front of the beautiful alter, interlocking hands and nodding with grace and confident love. “I do.” Are the only words that ring through his head, and makes his mind hazy in love.

He smiles to himself, maybe letting his mind just think was a good idea. It seems to be relaxing, as he pulls his scruffy, thick blanket to his chin.

It’s you, carrying a darling child that’s bundled in layers of fabric, in your arms. He caresses you into his longing embrace, and looks ahead. Tucking his chin over your shoulder and glancing down at the child you and him have made, nourished and brought into this world. Pressing the tip of his nose to the crook of your neck, inhaling the floral, sweet scent of freshly cut, and juicy green apples.

Little Green Apples.

This was your favorite perfume now, he remembers vividly. In his imagination of the moment, he runs his hand along the immaculate stretch marks that has stretched across your stomach, love handles, and thighs. It’s all from the wonderful, brave birth of your child. He can just hear your sweet giggles and hums as he peppers kisses all over your tummy.

Oh, why did this just have to be his imagination? Wouldn’t it be nice if we were older and we didn’t have to wait so long? He frowns but his eyelids flutter drowsily.

His feelings of slight frustration subsides when he suddenly thinks of going through the door of the place you and him both call home. His cheeks gruffy and covered with oil grease and filth from the works of his plumbing job. Looking everywhere with wooden toy blocks across the floors, scribbles of the children’s art drawn along the wall and he giggled to himself. Only to be met with the comforting sight of you, all round and swollen with another joy inside of your womb, and your arms busy with carrying the two children that you’ve both brought to this earth.

Your tired but delighted eyes, smiling up at him, setting the two offspring duplicates of their parents, and your small, loving arms wrapping around him. He’s completely intoxicated with the sweet smell of your perfume. The perfume that he’s watched you apply all these years. From getting ready to go to parties while babbling to him about whatever gossip, to the day he brought you to the lake around on the first date, and now to here in this imagination.

Little Green Apples.

He nods. Answering and repeating the name of your favorite brand of perfume to himself softly, before drifting off to dream land. Laying cozily on his pillow, and now restful.

“Little Green Apples.”

••••••••••••••

author’s note: I hope you’ve enjoyed this! Especially hunny doll, @jhoneybees. This’ll be the last of the “Someday We’ll Be Together,” segments unless ppl ask for more than sure! But anyway, mwah, mwah dears!

[caffeiiine]

[caoticosinsentido]

76/80

[holdmytesseract]

Okay, okay, okay...

Hear me out, guys...

This song...

... and this guy...

... together in a fic! 👀

YES OR NO?

Shamelessly tagging the Hiddles fics crew... 👀🫡

@lady-rose-moon @muddyorbsblr @smolvenger @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @jennyggggrrr @stupidthoughtsinwriting @asgards-princess-of-mischief @vanilla-daydreaming @loz-3 @fictive-sl0th @lovingchoices14 @lokidbadguy @icytrickster17 @lulubelle814 @mandywholock1980 @november-rayne @chantsdemarins @simping-for-marvel @lou12346789 @lokiforever @multifandom-worlds @hisredheadedgoddess28 @vbecker10 @jaidenhawke @km-ffluv @crimson25 @cakesandtom @buttercupcookies-blog @salvinaa @javagirl328 @dustychinchilla74 @frzntrx @coldnique @eleniblue plus @azula-karai-27 and @vampire7595 because I remember that you two quite enjoyed those stories... ☺️

[partrin]

"you're still the one," a rinharu drabble

the windows are shut. they keep the rain out when a storm is brewing, but the thoughts? they remain heavy on his mind, much like the rain, pattering down on him like the very droplets showering the earth, flora and fauna alike.

thoughts of, "why him?"

"why me?"

"why couldn't it have been me?"

they surround him like a fog - thick, dark and suffocating, swathing him in darkness even though the moon remains bright in the night sky.

"haru," rin says, turning over in the little coccoon he'd made out of their fuzzy blanket, "i can't sleep."

the silence stretches out far too long for his liking, but eventually he hears the sheets rustle and feels the warm body next to him turn around. the smell of haru's clean, lavender-scented hair permeates the air all of a sudden, and for a moment his mind is at peace.

"is it the rain?" haru asks, gentle and understanding. rin knows this isn't really a question. haru always understands.

rin is wringing his hands beneath the blanket, anxious and torn. he doesn't want to keep haru up. they'd had a long day and haru had complained of exhaustion the entire journey home. but haru had told him once that he could be selfish sometimes; that rin would always be high on his list of priorities, even if rin never believes it. rin is, to haru, a treasure he'd found and would keep safe for the rest of their lives.

"i can't sleep," rin repeats, feeling sheepish. he reminds himself of the broken record player sitting on the desk in his mother's room; the one that she could never bear to throw out for it had once belonged to her one and only.

a hand slides up his side, rubbing soothing circles into his skin.

"what can i do to help?" haru asks, looking at him. his eyes are glazed over and his lids are heavy, but they look for signs in his lover's features.

rin stalls. he has a request he isn't sure how to relay.

"tell me," haru urges gently as he keeps up the gentle circles he's making with the tips of his fingers.

"could you-" rin pauses, clearing his throat. there's hesitance in his voice. "could you sing to me?"

stupid, he chides himself. stupid, rin, stupid. haru would never-

"what would you like me to sing to you?" haru asks, curious and keen. his response throws rin for a loop. haru? sing? does he actually mean it?

"just... anything." rin mutters quickly, desperate to beat the sensation of mortification setting in. haru has never once made he feel like he had to hide his vulnerable side from him, yet he is ashamed all the same. "something calming, maybe."

haru watches him carefully. it's clear to rin that he's thinking about it. his nose crinkles this exact way each time he's deep in thought.

"what about that one song you sang to me?" haru asks vaguely, trailing his hand up rin's side to gently cup his cheek. "i forget what it's called but... i've been listening to it since you... since you sang it to me. it calms me."

it's rin's turn to crinkle his nose and turn his mind upside down trying to recall what song haru's referring to. rin sings a lot. he sings all the time; in the car, in the kitchen while he's helping haru with dinner, in bed when haru is sleepy...

"which one?" rin asks back, gently placing his hand over haru's on his cheek.

haru frowns. "i... how 'bout i just sing it to you?"

the rain continues to patter against the window pane. rin finds himself nodding eagerly, tuning out the noise of the storm, hoping haru's willingness doesn't fizzle out. he needs this.

"okay," he acqueisces, nervous.

"close your eyes." haru says.

"w-why?"

"because i'll be embarrassed if you look," haru explains, frowning again. he sounds honest. "just listen to my voice and hopefully you'll be able to fall asleep. okay?"

rin melts into the blanket, already feeling the mortification sink its fangs into his being. "okay."

the rain falls heavily. a faint image of his late father repaints a vision of a memory far long gone and his eyes heat up with tears. his father used to sing to him when he had trouble sleeping.

haru takes a deep breath and begins.

"looks like we made it..."

[slutshamethesquirrels]

i know country/folk isn't everyone's thing but listening to this and thinking about itafushi has me cryin in the club rn

[peapodfics]

"I'll be here"

By: Silaswastaken

Corrupted!Chuuya, and Dazai getting to him a little later than intended!

[windowsillwren]

[ID: a foggy mirror, with the words 'It's so lovely lovely to meet you again' written in the condensation. behind the mirror, a nude person with short hair and a flat chest has their eyes closed and their hands clasped together as if in prayer. in front of the mirror, two disembodied hands stroke the image of the figure. a ribbon is draped over the pair of hands that switches between the stripes of the asexual, pansexual, nonbinary, aromantic and transgender pride flags.]

And so lovely, lovely to be born again // Stop tracing over men // And their paper skin // But they had my heart and eyes // Looking down I'm free // It was worth the wait // Stay proud of me // It's your life // Take off the drag

Lyrics from NoSo's Parasites, my personal trans anthem

[ID: the colorless version, a colored closeup of the words on the mirror and a closeup of the lineart of the figure]

this post is also the 2024 followup to this illustration of mine from 2021

[moonsunbam]

we dont talk enough about neuron, about how this song is full of emotions, of hope, of desire to fight, FULL OF DETERMINATION. every time i listen to it i get so emotional, i think about changing the world, i think about my community and how i love you all. this song is just so beautiful and i feel so changed and inspired after i hear. i love you hoseok for being so good of an artist

[numenrecords]

[mishalikessoundsandcolours]

Just a sketch dump

This is a character from a story I made up about one and a half years ago, she doesn't really have a name

Some self-portraits I guess?

And my beloved oc Leo :D First I just drew them on the right side of the page but then I figured that I should try drawing their face with different expressions so I sketched some different faces on the right lol (I also wrote some of the lyrics from Apples And Oranges because they just fit their vibe)

[onthewaytosomewhere]

on today's episode of 'what the heck you talking about girlie'

ok so this morning as i was jumping around the house playing Brave by Sarah Bareilles and singing it like my life depended upon it - because is there any other way to sing this one??!!!?!?!?

i had an epiphany!!!!!

this song would make an absolutely wonderful firstprince edit - which i don't do

- but oh it would be so good!!!!

and as i've been typing this i was also struck by fic inspo bcuz of this song lolz (but for anyone who knows anything about my process - there is no doc opened - so i guess we'll see how much it sticks in my brain and if that changes lolz)