#verse: blank period

[hatredcurse]

Standing down at the bottom of a very tall drop, Sasuke held both of his arms out with utmost certainty. 

❛ are you sure this is a good idea? ❜ @uzumaki-zenjiro | Zenjiro

“Are you really doubting if I am strong enough to catch you?“ he scoffed,” my replacement arm has enough strength as my good one, if that is what you’re worried about.” He flicked his wrists forward, urging the other to follow through with the trust fall. 

[kitxkatrp]

"Because-" @kikaichuno

"T-This subject...everyone should just...stop talking about..." Her cheeks had blossomed.

Mostly she's just hoping that everyone hasn't gotten together with someone and left her alone--

[attroxx]

❛ @paetal said . . . Iruka is offering Kakashi some homemade snacks for his birthday that aren't too sweet since he doesn't think that Kakashi is fond of a lot of sweets ( and his gift is snacks because he is sure the Hatake isn't eating enough either or maybe that's just the teachers worrying nature for others popping up ). ❝ Happy Birthday, Kakashi - san. ❞ ❜

𝙆𝘼𝙆𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄 𝙎𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝙃𝙄𝙈𝙎𝙀𝙇𝙁 𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝙊𝙐𝙇𝘿𝙉'𝙏 𝙎𝙀𝙀 𝘼 𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙇𝙀 𝙎𝙊𝙐𝙇 𝙏𝙊𝘿𝘼𝙔. today he would put his hokage duties aside and relax for once damn it. his clothes couldn't be more casual and most just passing wouldn't notice it was kakashi, current hokage sneaking his way out of his house to grab miso soup from his favorite place. but a familiar face catches his eye and it stops kakashi in his tracks. iruka appears confused, searching through the sea of people before spotting him. crap. guilt washes over him when he notes the box in his hand as he happily bounds over. a gift ? for him ? silently he eyes the gift before moving his gaze to iruka's smiling face. reaching out he takes the box, undoing the small bow and lifting the lid. snacks . . . there's even eggplant.

❛ iruka . . . thank you. had no clue you were such a cook. ❜ there's a pause as kakashi gently covers up the box and tucks it under his arm. this was supposed to be a day to himself, all alone . . . but now in iruka's presence he realizes he doesn't want to be alone, not completely. ❛ i was just going to get miso. want to come with . . . ? ❜ his tone is casual but clear nervousness is behind his gaze. it'd be so lame if he got rejected. but it's worth a shot.

kakashi bday asks . . . accepting.

[paetal]

unprompted ( @attroxx asked: ❛ s - sasuke !! wait up !! ❜ it'd been a while since they'd had a mission together, their first one since sasuke returned, actually. he is eager to work alongside him again but damn if he ain't fast. / naru @ sasu hope this is okay ~ )

The Uchiha does not stop moving forward even as the blonde tells him to. They had places to be, a schedule to stick to and he wasn't getting on a shit list he's trying to get off of just because of Naruto ( well he's trying to get his name off some people's shit list and others he simply does not care ). ❝ instead of me waiting up, why don't you actually catch up ? ❞ He does at least look over his shoulder at the blonde but still has yet to stop.

❝ move your feet. I'm not going to get off track time wise because of you. ❞ All that bickering that he tosses at Naruto just to go and slow down his steps a bit, doing exactly what he didn't plan to do originally by slowing down a bit for blonde to catch up. It's been too long since they've really worked together, he figures he should cut him a little slack ( only a little though because he knows how Naruto can be sometimes, or well he knew how Naruto could be before sometimes ).

❝ Idiot. ❞

[wendyfulmother]

N.aruto Verse!

Wendy's relationship with the Konoha 13 Part 2: Team 8 and Team 3 (aka Team Guy)

Some Spoilers Ahead!

Kiba: Wendy and Kiba have a sweet bond. He, like everyone else, sees her like a big/little sister. He's so protective of her and Wendy is very protective of Kiba as well. She also adores Akamaru as well. She thinks he's a very good boy. Shino: The least close out of everyone to her. She admires his skill but they don't usually talk too much. They do respect each other a lot though and often work well as a team when paired together. Hinata: Wendy will protect Hinata with her LIFE. That is her little sister. She will defend her with her LIFE. Anyone try to hurt her, and you will get a VERY stern talking to from Wendy. Seriously though, Wendy and Hinata are very similar in personality that they get along very well. Rock Lee: Wendy and Lee's dynamic is esstinaly just the Kakashi and Guy dynamic. They are literally Kakashi Jr and Guy Jr. Lee always challenges her to things and Wendy does oblige most of the time but it leaves her EXHAUSTED by the end of it. She adores Lee though and sees him like a brother. TenTen: Wendy and TenTen are on good terms with each other. The least close out of the girls' but that doesn't mean they dont hang out every now and then. Sometimes TenTen will train Wendy with weapons as Wendy does learn how to use a sword in the events of Shippuden. TenTen sees her like a little sister. Neji:  Oooooh BOY Neji and Wendy DID not get along at first. He was very critical of her. Wendy SLAPPED him after what he did to Hinata during the preliminary for the chunin exams...but something managed to change once the final exam was suddenly interrupted...and after Neji was critically injured in the mission to rescue Sasuke, a change overcame Wendy noticing his new nature. She leaves him yellow roses in his hospital room every day. Going into Shippuden, they get very close. So close in fact that everyone was convinced they were together, (which the two got EXHAUSTED of telling people they were not together). Neji and Wendy really respect each other and he even ends up training Michael during the Blank Period.

[oc-lootcrate]

replying to @historias-multorum's post here!

It was common knowledge back in his own timeline that he was always anxious, especially when Senri was around people that he was unfamiliar with. Doing anything with anyone other than his team or his family filled him with a sense of dread, so when he asked Haruhi to meet up with him to try and get to know one another better, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a bit scared.

❝Over here!❞ He called out to Haruhi when he'd noticed them walk in, though his voice didn't carry as much as it could have thanks to him being shy which led him to wave a hand as an indicator as well to show where he was seated. Hopefully, he didn't end up weirding her out, otherwise, they may not be so willing to help him better adjust here.

[fowleyes]

𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 :      21 ^_^                    ( image )

                                                               --  @inlife    

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 the gravity of their existence & vision lacks reception to anything . his eyes display nothing , yet he feels his world spinning , the ceilings collapsing , & the walls closing in on him . his breathing increases & there's a backdrop of continued metronome beeping faster & faster with every moment that tears into his psyche . 

reality creeps in like a lingering demon from his past & dammit it all , it looks like he's alive . he can't move a muscle , & he dares not even try . he has no idea how long it's been since he'd released the reanimation jutsu , nor why it is that he still draws breath . he is bitter & resentful in this moment  .  .  .  he was supposed to have met the ruin that would subdue his endless suffering . it's all for naught . it's all for naught . could he not , even in his moments' most suffering , be the martyr damned by sin's consequence ?

it's not long after he wakes that a person meets his side , the needle in his hand causing mild discomfort & the smell of sanitization overwhelms his senses . the setting of the hospital clicks in his mind . he's putting pieces together , dissecting his present with each moment's passing & he feels a cold hand touch his wrist . the sensation sends goosebumps up his arms . he flinches , once , twice , & as she speaks , begins to recognize the medical - nin as one who stood at naruto's side , always fighting for sasuke , never wavering . he's shocked for awhile ; everything is still processing .

silence permeates the tension in the air that has since blossomed into extreme discomfort & upon further analysis of the room in which he lays , he hears his younger brother speak from the corner . in the fluctuations of their voices , he hears both hope & concern .

much has passed since he's awoken , but he's certain his strength will never return to what it once was . him & sasuke have been working to recover some semblance of a relationship since the trauma of their individual burdens , shared & also , completely their own . he sits in his apartment ( devoid of much , save for the kitchen , where he spends a bulk of his time now , developing his favorite hobby ) & his brother finds himself , along with sakura , seated politely at his dining room table . 

itachi makes his way over to join them , limping , as slippers slide against wood flooring . it's the new year , so after doing his best to clean everything in his living space , he thought he'd invite them over to share some toshikoshi soba . he's glad they came , yet cannot help but feel a pang of guilt & an emptiness within his chest at the thought of a genuine family dinner .

after finding a seat among the two , the hours grow shorter with each one's passing . they've begun opening up to each other , offering sibling - like jabs , & polite sorts of teasing . itachi is still awkward with sakura , but he does his best to make her feel included . ( he never once blamed her for saving his life , despite the resentment he feels for living ) .

laughing is hard for him , often resulting in a dry cough & a subtle , yet bearable , pain in his chest . he makes sure not to do it often , so , at times , it comes across as though he's unreceptive to playful banter , or menial jokes . 

& speaking of jokes , it takes several hours before itachi saunters to his living room , noticing , as he attempts to grab a bottle of sake , an unfamiliar jar that sits upon his lamp table , with what feels like a hand written label attached . he stretches his fingers across the inked paper , feeling for the characters without making a sound .

" いきりいんきゃ* "  it reads .

ah . so this is what's become of him . he supposes its well deserved .

though , you'd think after the slaughter of everyone you've ever loved ( with one exception ) you'd deserve far less than a holiday dinner & a douchebag jar .

he silently places ten - thousand yen within it , & offers the two a knowing smile before sliding it toward them .

he doesn't bother to guess whose idea it was .

[hatredcurse]

@hotaru-sarutobi // closed starter

“What do you want?”

Sasuke sighed, not a touch of kindness in his tone. This woman stood before him, shoulders forward with certain motive; she had claimed to know him. Of course, who didn’t know him? Do you know how little that narrows it down? he fought the thought, not wanting to be rude to a stranger with his newfound audacity. Being locked up did nothing to his already glamorous personality. Amaterasu help him.

The mentions of Itachi came, fast and quick like she ripped a fresh bandage off sore skin. Not enough time to recover from the knife re-driven into old wounds. She spoke way too quickly, too casually, he had already lost his footing in the conversation before it had even begun.

“No, sorry, don’t seem to remember,” he spoke chaste, rendered speechless at this time.

Uchiha history is a splash of crimson with a few kunai slashes over Polaroids. The mere memory of it all was a weapon used to throttle his psyche into a mental break and now all that fuel that remains was the few glimpses of his smiling corpse that was his older brother, then maybe a few other loose shapes that resembled his parents. At no point did a brunette with sure eyes ever crossed his mind.

“I don’t have a time for a fanatic. Just tell me what you want or leave.”

[kitxkatrp]

How come all anyone ever cared about was sex? She felt like she was out of the loop here. it was great, but she wasn't dying for it. Jeez.

"I guess maybe I'm just...the odd one out."

As per usual.

[attroxx]

❛ @fightaers said . . . why don't you get settled on the couch, and i'll bring you whatever you need. — from sakura to naruto, perhaps ? ❜

𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘. he isn't that sick, he swears it. but before he can grab her arm to get her to sit back down she's off, probably making him a soup or something. the blonde sighs, arm falling next to him as he watches sakura disappear into his kitchen. he just wanted the day off but of course when kakashi had told her naruto wouldn't be showing up for the briefing she'd made a beeline to his apartment. it was just the sniffles . . . and maybe a fever. but nothing that wouldn't resolve in a day or so.

naruto was more than used to taking care of himself when he was sick. so, having the other looking after him made him feel a bit . . . guilty ? was that the right word ? he supposes he shouldn't. she is his friend and that's what friends do, but still. when she returns with a miso soup he chuckles, sniffling softly. he can't even smell it but it sure looks good.

❛ thank you, sakura but, i'm fine really. in a day or so i'll be good as new !! ❜ yet the moment he finishes his sentence he's sneezing into a tissue, once then twice. well, that didn't help his case.

misc prompts.— accepting.

[johnbrand]

The Power of a Name

With @next-pharaoh

The power of a name is something more influential than most people realize. It created an individual, maintained their identity that had been crafted from the womb up until that very point. It interacted with the world around them, choosing their friends, their enemies, their brothers and their lovers. Names decide brains or brawns, cools or fools, the ins and the outs of every living thing. If it was not for names, then who would we even be?

So imagine the power of a name when it is used for the good of a movement, one that has been silently expanding for hundreds of years. While other cultures were fighting wars and attempting to outscore one another, this particular movement stealthily expanded its ranks. Lineage and ancestry can be traced back through countless generations of the male line thanks to this work. Of course, we are speaking of Arabization.

There are obvious reasons as to why this movement is so strong and only has the potential to further dominate. First and most importantly, the Arab-Islamic culture exemplifies masculine ideals, creating stronger men after every new breed. Higher testosterone levels, unbreakable fraternal bonds, governing genetic codes. Their desert-bound history created more aggressive, competitive, and territorial behavior; their strict religious conviction maintain higher levels of confidence and, by right, superiority.

But if this movement is silent, then how are we able to visualize its effects? Consider the following facts: While numbers in almost all historically-dominant religions are dropping, the current Muslim population is predicted to grow more than twice in size by 2060. Islam, and the core values of Arabization along with it, will surpass Christianity as the largest religion in the world in just 25 years.

Reflecting on a local level will help illustrate these details. The branch of mathematics most widely practiced, taught, and respected is algebra, a rhetoric developed into what we use today by Muslim scholars. Arabic speakers have increased by 276% since 1910, with English speakers at 221%, Hindi speakers by 118%, and Mandarin Chinese speakers only by 96% over the same period. The Arabic name Muhammad has risen to become the top-reported baby name in the entire world when all its spellings are counted together, with Amir, Malik, Nasir, and Xavier following close behind.

With all this in mind, how has the Arabization movement utilized the power of a name? How about we make this more personal. Consider the average man, 25 years old, 5’9, and weighs roughly 197 pounds. He is flabby and balding, already considered past his prime at such a young age. Works a meaningless job, lives a meaningless life. His pale skin is a reflection of the blank resume representing his past, present, and future. All this, until a guiding Arab brother calls him by the wrong name.

“Omar!” Omar? But that was not his name. “Omar!” He hears it again, this time from a local. Eventually it seems to resonate with the people around him. At first, this average man was puzzled, but the constant repetition of the name gradually begins to rub softer, washing over his body and smoothing out his ridges. Every "Omar" scrubbed off a piece of his past, better aligning him with a brighter, browner future. 

It could start somewhere as vulnerable as porn, the average man filtering through and discarding any videos that do not feature the Arab male. Perhaps his playlists begin to reformat with Arab music, its rhythms and verses constantly playing to further seep into his brain. This restructuring can appear in the home too with a space decorated by Arab imagery, and like a vine it delicately extends further inwards and invades the average man’s very place of rest.

Soon, his interactions with the world around him begin to change. A new Arabic word slips into his everyday language, his connections and role models shift to solely Islamic men, his clothing habits adapt to his beckoning lifestyle. Generic becomes expensive, branded athleisure wear, business becomes religious attire. Each time that new name is uttered, the “Omar” inside inches a little further out.

Eventually, that “Omar” has extended far enough that the results become visibly present. The average man grows taller, broader, his fat stretched against a burgeoning muscular glory. Arms bloat thicker, legs bulge wider. His skin bronzes into a shade of brown that can only be defined as perfection, his hair blackens and thickens across his entire body. The jaw stretches, the nose inflates, the brows and lips protrude. And so too does the average man’s package, its sole purpose to breed future Arabs with its potent seed.

And once "Omar" passes the point of resonation and reaches familiarity, the average man will vanish. The power of a name, his name, Omar, means “long-living, flourishing” in Arabic, his language. And he represents it. An alpha male, an Arab male, a purebred Muslim who understands his mission. So now, Omar takes out his phone and texts a complete stranger, another average man, and simply addresses him as "Ahmed". And the cycle begins once more, the power of a name exploited for the greater good of Arabization.

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Stud.

Pairing: Yandere!Miguel x Reader (Spider-Verse).

Summary: Miguel wants a family. You don't, but he doesn't care.

A Grab Bag For A Very Lovely Anonymous Commissioner.

TW: Trans!Miguel, AMAB!Reader, N0n//C0n, Overstimulation, Forced Breeding, Bondage, Themes Of Helplessness, and Unhealthy Relationships.

You almost wished that he would paralyze you.

It was an awful thing to think, an awful thing to want, but you just couldn’t help it. You knew what it was like to be at the mercy of his venom. You could remember how it felt to have your body stiffen against your will, your joints lock into place, your mind remaining clear and lucid and hyper-aware that you couldn’t do anything to get away from him, and still, you couldn’t help but think it’d be better than this – than the feeling of his webbing pulsing around your wrists and ankles, of your body going limp not because of anything Miguel forced into your veins, but due to just how weak you were, compared to him. Then knowing he’d given you a fighting chance, and it hadn’t changed a thing.

Not that he’d meant to. It was a matter of practicality, of limiting as many adverse variables as he could without pumping you full of aphrodisiacs and turning you into a brain-dead toy. There’d been tests, nights spent with his fist wrapped around your cock as he measured your sensitivity, your refraction period, your… output, for lack of a less off-putting choice of words. Paralysis made things difficult, dampened your reactions, made it difficult to get what he wanted out of you and into him, and therefore, it was off the table, along with sedatives, tranquilizers, or anything else that might’ve made the experience less excruciating. You’d fought back at first, kicked and screamed and clawed at him in hopes that he’d do something to put you out of your misery, but that’d only earned you your improvised restraints and a knot of soreness in your pelvis, where his hips beat into yours. He was straddling you, knees bent and hands wrapped around the bars of his headboard, his expression caught between concentration and empty-headed lust. You couldn’t imagine how he was still upright, still rational, still riding you just as violently as he has been when he first slid you into him. You hadn’t done anything other than moan and cum, and you were barely on the verge of consciousness.

Barely, barely, then not at all. Your eyes fell shut, your mind going blank for all of half a second before one of his hands dropped to your face, cupping your chin and tilting your head back, keeping you awake despite your best efforts to save yourself just a few minutes of suffering. His pussy clenched around your cock as your eyes met, but any semblance of pleasure was lost to the agonizing burn of overstimulation. You wished you were numb. You wished he would let you go numb. “C’mon, amor,” he panted, his voice raspy and a tired smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “I know that’s not everything you can give me.”

It was. It really was. He’d already taken everything he could, from you. Your cum was already spilling out of his cunt, already mixing with his slick and pooling on his sheets. Your sides were rubbed raw where his muscular thighs were slotted against them, and you couldn’t begin to imagine the pain you’d be in tomorrow, after the adrenaline faded and the ache set in and Miguel’s ‘aftercare’ proved to be a glass of water, a military-style shower, and more unwanted affection. That was, if he even decided aftercare was necessary, if he didn’t just leave you tied up and prepped for your next breeding session. You wouldn’t put it above him, knowing how he tended to leave his half-finished projects spread across any available surface for months at a time. Despite your immobility, you shuddered, imagining yourself staying chained to his bed and milked dry until he got the two little lines he was looking for. Until he had something to fill the empty void in his chest where his heart should’ve been, the one your exploitation alone couldn’t heal.

You forced yourself not to think about it. You forced yourself not to think about the future. You forced yourself not to think about anything as his pace sped up, as he took to grinding himself against you, as his back arched and his head dipped lower and he buried his face in the crook of your neck. His skin was damp and hot, but it wasn’t a feeling you’d have to suffer for long. With labored, jerky movements, he raised his head and forced his lips against yours. The kiss was messy, violent, all teeth and tongue and fangs. You didn’t kiss back – if you had the strength, you wouldn’t have wasted it on that – but that did little to deter Miguel. He wanted to use you. Your cooperation (or lack thereof) wouldn’t change that.

“That’s it, just— Fuck, I know you’re going to love her.” You could feel him clenching around you, his slick dripping onto your stomach. He was going to cum again, and judging by the tightness in your chest, the raw agony clawing at the back of your skull, you weren’t far behind. “Do it. Knock me up. Breed me.”

It was an order, a demand, and you were too exhausted to disobey. It was more pitiful than anything – barely the forced, rigid aftershocks of however many climaxes he’d forced out of you. Still, his tight cunt forced every last drop out of you, milking you for all you were worth as he clenched his eyes shut and convulsed around you. Finally, finally, he went still, letting out a breath of a sigh before straightening his back. Through half-lidded eyes, you watched his hazy features contort into a careless grin, felt something deep inside of your chest fall and crack as he rolled his hips, falling back into a steady rhythm before you could so much as start to hope he was actually done with you, this time. “Just a little more,” he muttered, as your vision blurred and, exhausted and in agony, you slipped out of consciousness and into a restless, dreamless sleep.

“Just a little more, then we’ll be a family.”

[wendyfulmother]

N.aruto Verse

Wendy's relationships with the Konoha 12 (The Rookies) PART 1: Team 7 and Team 10

Some spoilers ahead

Naruto: She was not like the other kids where they were told not to play with him because he had the Nine Tails inside him. Her mother knew Kushina Uzumaki and Minato Namikaze (Naruto's parents). Wendy has stuck up for Naruto on ocassion and while she doesn't see him too often in childhood, during the events of the first half of the show and Shippuden, she becomes closer to him. She would protect him at any cost and Wendy knows he would do the same for her. Sakura: The closest to her out of the girls'. Childhood friend. It was rocky at first because Sakura thought that Sasuke liked Wendy but when she found out that Sasuke was like a brother to her, all was immediately forgiven. Wendy sees Sakura as a big sister and loves being around her. Sometimes they train together during Shippuden's timeline in their free time when Sakura isn't with Tsunade or doing medical business. Sasuke: The closest to her. Wendy practically grew up with Sasuke. She sees him like a little brother and would do anything for him. They grew a bit distant after the Uchiha massacre but grew closer again after the mission to save Wendy's youngest brother Michael. Their bond was almost back to normal when she joined Team 7 as an honorary member. When he left the village, she was devastated, but she understood that no words could keep him there. The only words she uttered to him were "I'll miss you...". Like Sakura and Naruto, she fought for him and still cared so much about him. When he returns to Konoha after the events of the show, it's almost as if their bond wasn't strained. They were back to how they were as kids. Sai: Wendy was not apart of the Techi Bridge mission with Captain Ymato and Sai, so she didn't really get to know him when he was very emotionless due to being in the Foundation run by Danzo Shimura. She met him after the fact when he was learning how to really communicate with others and finally show off emotions that were once supressed. She will protect Sai with her LIFE. She thinks he is too pure for this world. In fact, Sai even termed a nickname for her: "Graceful". Shikamaru: Wendy really admires Shikamaru's intellect. She isn't as close to him as she is with some of the others, but she 100% sees him as a comrade in arms. Sometimes she doesn't get some of his sarcastic remarks but, especially in Shippuden, she does go back and forth with him in playful banter. They do grow just a bit closer as friends during Shippuden. Especially after Asuma's death oof since they both experienced that together. Choji: Just like with Shikamaru, Choji and Wendy aren't TOO close but, Wendy confides in Choji because of his kind and gentle nature. She always accepts his offers to go for barbecue on occasion and she'll sometimes offer to pay too. (As long as Choji doesn't get too much, but him getting very little to eat is VERY rare. Especially if it's all you can eat.) Ino: Ino and Wendy originally did not get along at first when they met as children (due to seeing Wendy as competition for Sasuke's attention). Though, after finding out that Wendy only saw Sasuke as a little brother, the two became better friends and closer over the years. The girls go shopping in the village on their off days from missions sometimes and Wendy always gets flowers from Ino's family flower shop. The two of them confide with each other so much. Their bond is honestly so sweet.

[beetheyapper]

MUSIC I THINK THE POETS WOULD ENJOY

this is not time period accurate but i do not care. i at least tried to keep it pre-2000s. also i’m 100% projecting my music taste onto them. deal with it? spotify playlists, each of which has around 30 songs, are linked below each description ! i spent forever on this 😭

Charlie Dalton

i’m not sure that i could pinpoint very many artists he’d particularly like, but this is a classic rock boy right here. he’d be into ac/dc, motley crue, led zeppelin, etc. perhaps a bit of duran duran (this is where i’m projecting the most.) songs about s3x and women, and songs that make him feel like the rebel he is. (this playlist has been gale hansen approved on twitter btw)

Neil Perry

oh i just know this kid would be into some funk and pop, especially 80s and perhaps even new wave (i’m again projecting). now THIS is a duran duran fan (specifically their early stuff), which is unsurprising since the lead singer has a drama degree. he’d also probably like fleetwood mac, and would be well-versed in the band’s drama. duran duran, wham!, fleetwood mac, abba, maybe even some hall & oates. songs with complex lyrics and also songs that make him wanna dance. lots of upbeat stuff because though he has things that bother him, he’d rather do anything but dwell on them.

Todd Anderson

honestly, considering they’re roommates, i feel like neil would’ve had a bit of an impact on todd’s music taste, so there’s some band influence there—but regardless, i think todd would be into more mellow and emotional songs. jeff buckley comes to mind, along with the eagles, the beatles and maybe a splash of the smiths also pls pretend now and then didn’t come out last year. he would also be letting it linger i fear

Knox Overstreet

knox would be similar to Charlie, as they probably bond over shared music taste just as much as everything else. very heavy on the classic rock, but a lean more towards songs about needing someone and love songs as he pines for Chris. Tom Petty, Robert Palmer, The Cars, and a bunch of songs introduced to him by Charlie. He sticks more to genre/theme than to a specific artist methinks

Richard Cameron

contrary to what some may think, i think Cameron would absolutely groove to some rock n roll. HOWEVER. he is a 60s-70s rock n roll elitist. he thinks Billy Idol’s cover of Mony Mony is a disgrace. he wholeheartedly believes the Beatles are the best band to have ever graced the planet. The Beatles, The Beach Boys. The Rolling Stones, etc. Maybe even some Simon & Garfunkel. Him and Charlie argue a lot about which decades were the best years of rock music

Gerard Pitts

free my boy. he just wants to dance he ain’t do nothing wrong. his music taste has definitely been influenced by some of the other poets, in the sense that if he hears a song with a funky beat that makes him want to dance, it’s added to his mixtape IMMEDIATELY. for this reason, i’m thinking lots of funk and groove. play that funky music white boy! Bee Gees, ABBA, Talking Heads, Pet Shop Boys, etc. as long as he can dance to it he could care less who it’s by

Steven Meeks

another old rock, but more on the calm side with some hints of folk and fun. Donovan, The Beatles (paul is his fav for sure), The Beach Boys, and he definitely loves every white person anthem, including Sweet Caroline. he likes to groove with Pitts but also like soothing music to study to !!! i had to consult my friend on this one i fear i was drawing a blank

AND THAT is my opinion on each of the poets’ music taste. did i squeeze Duran Duran into almost all of them? perhaps. they’re my fav band let me live… feel free to listen to the playlists (please listen to them. pls i don’t want to have made them in vain.) and maybe even become spotify moots with me :D

[hatredcurse]

@uzumaki-zenjiro | Zenjiro — Continued

There was a good chance that standing in the rain, cloak drenched and weighing heavy on his shoulders, was making Sasuke sick. A good heavy storm was placing him in fair mood and for once, in a real long time, he felt a part of his spirit elate under the sky.

“Why not? It’s a nice storm, isn’t it?” he offered his hand, wanting the other to take it,” I’m not going to throw you in the dirt, if that’s what you think this is.”

Completely ignoring that this is out-of-character for himself, Sasuke wanted to pretend to be someone else for this blissful moment, while in the presence of someone somewhat okay to be around. 

[kitxkatrp]

Sasuke VC: " Because it's essential, or something. " @hatredcurse

"Yeah well, I don't like what it turned me into. So it's not necessary for everyone. Hmph."