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flufflepuffle296 · 4 years

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Heathers au: Beautiful Songfic

This is more centred around Veronica/Marinette so not really any mentions of Heather/Heather/Heather. Sorry if someone’s done this before I apologise I just got into Heathers like two days ago. Also I changed some lyrics and took others out to make it more “realistic”. Sorry I suck at endings, it’s 5:30am rn and this is my first fic so be nice please! (I’m on mobile so I can’t add the keep reading tag so sorry if you don’t like this) xxx

I brushed down my dress: I couldn’t give them anything to criticise me over. Everything had to be perfect. I had to be perfect. Chloé sat next to me, my beautiful fiancée, slipping on her kitten heels. She may be 3 months pregnant but no Bourgeois woman would be seen wearing flats. I was in a red floor length a line dress — I grew out of my childish pink years ago, before it even went out of fashion! My hair was twisted into two plaits that were knotted together into a stylish bun at the back. Chloé meanwhile had stuck to her white and gold aesthetic, currently in a slim fitting white dress, showing off her small baby bump, decorated with gold jewellery. I rummaged through my drawers, trying to find a lipstick, when a thin book toppled out. I picked it up, and laughed fondly when I saw what it was.

My old Collège and Lycée diary.

I flipped through it, landing on the page that stuck most clearly in my mind. It was the day my class reminded me of my current reality at that time, shocking me out of a bubble that had surrounded me during the summer holidays that year.

September 1st, 1989.

Dear Diary: I believe I'm a good person. You know, I think that there's good in everyone, but—here we are! First day of senior year!

And uh... I look around at these kids that I've known all my life and I ask myself—what happened?

I bit my lip. What happened? I knew darn well what happened. Lila Rossi. She came in, flaunting her friendships and connections, a new disability every other week to cry about, another rumour about me coming out every 3 days.

Alya ended our friendship, Adrien continued to cry about Lila’s feelings. Lila just kept doing what she did best. The class gave up on changing my mind and instead decided that calling me names would be better. Because logic?!

“Freak!” “Slut!” “Burnout!” “Bug-eyes!” “Poser!” “Lard-ass!” Were the insults they liked to yell daily. Yeah, they weren’t the most creative...

We were so tiny, happy and shiny. Playing tag and getting chased. Singing and clapping, laughing and napping. Baking cookies, eating paste.

Nino and Kim used to come over to the bakery when we were kids, where we’d gorge ourselves on sweets, before celebrating our sugar rushes by chasing each other in the park and then crashing on my sofa, cuddled in blankets and laying on top of each other.

Then we got bigger, that was the trigger. Like the Huns invading Rome. Welcome to my school, this ain't no high school: This is the Thunderdome. Hold your breath and count the days, we're graduating soon. College will be paradise, if I'm not dead by June!

But I know, I know, life can be beautiful. I pray, I pray for a better way. If we changed back then, we could change again. We can be beautiful...Just not today.

I scoffed at my optimism back then. Them changing? They never did, I don’t know why I bothered trying at that point. I should’ve moved on but hey! We all make mistakes. It’s just that sometimes you make 11 friendships worth of mistakes.

“Freak!” “Slut!” “Cripple!” “Homo!” “Homo!” “Homo!”

I cringed as I read their old “insults”. They would write homophobic messages across my locker, getting Alix to spray paint a few slurs across my work after I came out as bisexual.

Things will get better soon as my letter comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown. Wake from this coma, take my diploma. Then I can blow this town. Dream of ivy-covered walls, no smoky French cafés. Fight the urge to strike a match and set this dump ablaze!

I had purposefully sent out applications to universities far away from these people, from Paris. All three schools accepted me, something I can’t say about my classmates, most of whom were rejected for essays on false information (sourced by Lila) and a quick scan over the Ladyblog meant not a single newspaper would even consider my ex-best friend. Gabriel Agreste, as I later found out through my internship in America, had to bribe several schools with double tuition to get even one to accept Adrien, after he got exposed as sexual harasser and disgraced hero “Chat Noir”. I turned back to my diary, having to peel off rock hard gum from the page that someone had smeared in “revenge”.

Le Chiên Kim. Third year as linebacker and eighth year of smacking lunch trays and being a huge dick.

“What did you say to me, skank?” He would yell, his fist raised in the hallway.

“Aah, nothing!” I then cowered. I may be Ladybug, but he was 150lbs of pure rage. No one can compete with that!

But I know, I know... Life can be beautiful. I pray, I pray, For a better way. We can be beautiful...

“Marinette! Wide load! Honnnnnk!”

He was the smartest guy on the football team. Which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf.

“Hey! Pick that up! Right now!”

“I’m sorry, are you actually talking to me?” He used to snarl, his hands covered in sauce from knocking my tray.

I stood my ground, I had been practising for this moment. “Yes, I am. I wanna know what gives you the right to pick on me. You're a high school has-been waiting to happen. A future gas station attendant.”

Kim then smirked, crouching down to eye level and pressing a finger to my forehead. “You have a zit right there...” he pointed out, causing the cafeteria to laugh at my expense.

I used to ask myself “Why... Why do they hate me?”

And hear Adrien whisper “Why don't I fight back?”

Watch as Max Googled “Why do I act like such a creep?”

Listen in on Lila stamping her feet in the bathroom asking “Why won't he date me?” Clearly frustrated.

Kim panicking as he wondered “Why did I hit him?”

And Chloé sob down the phone “Why do I cry myself to sleep?”

I would stay up late, screaming, begging. At my lowest points I would cry out “Somebody hug me! Somebody fix me! Somebody save me! Send me a sign, God! Give me some hope, here! Something to live for!”

I remember when I first met my real friends. The famed trio had gone into the bathroom and I followed after them, clearly my throat.

“Who are you?”

“Uh... Marinette Dupain Cheng. I crave a boon”

“What boon?” Chloé asked, filing her nails.

“Um. Let me sit at your table, at lunch. If our class think that you guys tolerate me, then they'll leave me alone...”

Chloé threw her nail file out and began circling around me, running her hands through my hair, commenting that “For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure!” Before coming to a conclusion.

“And ya know, ya know, ya know? This could be beautiful. Mascara, maybe some lip gloss, and we're on our way. Get this girl some blush; and Kagami, I need your brush. Let's make her beautiful.” Sabrina and Kagami, chimed in, echoing her words.

“Let's make her beautiful...”

“Let’s make her beautiful...”

“Make her beautiful...Okay?” Chloé ordered, dragging me out with Kagami and Sabrina, driving me to her hotel. They sat me down, taking my hair out of its bunches and brushing it out. Kagami painted my nails a deep navy with surprising precision, manning my cuticles. Sabrina twirled my hair into a high bun, leaving a few pieces at the front to frame my face. Chloé came back from her wardrobe, throwing a blue blazer and grey skirt at me. I changed into my outfit for them, to which they clapped their hands in glee. They dragged me back to school, taking in everyone’s reactions to the new and improved me. This became my new daily outfit for the rest of the year — the class couldn’t find anything bad about it, and even if they did Chloé would threaten them with her father’s power.

I was happy with my squad. Kagami taught us Japanese and Chloé taught us American English that she’d picked up from her mother. I taught them self defence, under the guise of learning it from my mum, unknowingly training them for the day I would rip Chat Noir’s miraculous from him, before slamming it into Kagami’s palm. I needed help that day, so thrust them bee and the fox miraculous at Chloé and Sabrina respectively. They became permanent heroes, Kagami under the name “Noirette”, Chloé under the new guise of “Buttercup” and Sabrina “Renard Rouge”. Akuma attacks have never lasted more than 15 minutes since we got rid of that alley cat, and we’ve been closing in on Hawkmoth recently.

I shook my head, snapping the crude book shut, throwing the diary in the bin. Today was going to be the day I made peace with all that happened, our 10 year school reunion. Doesn’t mean I’m gonna make up with anyone, just that I will finally leave everything behind. I found my lipstick and smeared on the crimson lip, smacking my lips together. I grabbed my clutch and helped Chloé stand up, though she wobbled a little in her heels. I slid her miraculous into her updo, blowing a kiss at her as to not ruin her makeup.

We met up with Kagami and Sabrina in the hallway, Kagami in a wine red suit with gold jewellery, and Sabrina was in emerald green to compliment her red hair. We stepped into the limo awaiting us outside and set off, arriving at the school 10 minutes later. We walked up the steps, hitching up our dresses and arrived in the courtyard. It had been lit up with fairy lights, with stands of food and drinks scattered around the court. Our old classmates were huddled in small groups, whilst Mlle. Mendeleiev’s was in a large group, enjoying each other’s company after 10 years apart.

No one noticed us, until Rose pointed at me and whispered “Who’s that with Chloé?” The group turned to stare at us, trying to place my face. Adrien looked up from talking to Lila, who seemed to be flaunting a rather tacky Gabriel engagement ring, and whispered,

“Marinette?!”

The class began gossiping amongst themselves, “Marinette? Marinette? Marinette?!”

I ignored them, their childish ways were behind me, and walked up to Aurore and Mireille, fawning over their relationship. They turned Kagami, asking her about her life and squealing over her Olympic medal for fencing. I grinned as I watched my old class, happy that they had moved on from each other — well apart from Alya and Adrien, who were still hooked on Lila. I was finally, content! I thought back on my diary, one particular paragraph standing out to me at this time.

And you know, you know, you know, life can be beautiful. You hope, you dream, you pray, and you get your way! Ask me how it feels, lookin' like hell on wheels...My God, it's beautiful! I feel so beautiful... And when you're beautiful...It's a beautiful frickin' day!

Chloé boasted my achievements, my business, my awards, and the entire of Mendeleiev’s class started chanting “Marinette! Marinette! Marinette!”, much to my embarrassment. I boasted her’s in return, Sabrina revealed how far she’d come as a lawyer, Kagami swung her prized sword from side to side as she listened to us all catching up, laughing at the memories.

It really was a beautiful day.

#lila salt #adrien salt #class salt #marinette deserves better #alya salt #mlb #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #chloe sugar #kagami tsurugi #sabrina raincomprix #heathers au #beautiful heathers #songfic

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morepeachyogurt · 3 years

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we are good people (and we've suffered enough)

word count- 2.5k Pairing- Temily

Summary- After Scratch, Tara and Emily run away to Italy to start a new life, ft. cats, cafes, and gardening. Based on this post, and this prompt.

Part 2 of my, maybe we’re from the same star, series, work is a standalone, part 1

read here on ao3

tw’s- very minor mentions of substances and ptsd

Things were never the same after Mr. Scratch. The two of them were filled with more trauma than they had room for in their hearts to still hold each other in. Nights were no longer filled with a movie and cuddling, or talking about philosophy but tense sentences, paranoia, and nightmares. Tara knew that something needed to change, anything to stop the monotony of desolation. But still, they went to work every day and drowned their sorrows in killers like that would bring back the part of her that died when Scratch took Emily. There are only so many times one can be held captive and wait for death before something inside them breaks.

One night they get wine drunk, Emily laying sidewise on their black couch, and Tara sitting on the table staring at the ceiling.

“I miss being young, god, that’s such a weird thing to say. I mean, I spent my youth hating it. Hated my mother, and all of our traveling, never could make friends. I hated that I never belonged, hated not being in control of my own life, and here I am 50 years old working for the government that I used to despise trying not to cry myself to sleep every night,” her voice takes on a bitter tone.

“We love in our old age the things we hated as children. Does that make us matured or foolish?”

“Both, I think.”

“What was your favorite place to live? I mean it sounds like hell to keep moving between places but there must have been someplace you loved, right,” Tara’s voice fills with a tang of desperation as she searches for a way to help her lover.

“Rome. The weather and the scenery,” her voice takes on a dreamy tone, “and the food! Man, the food is good, don’t tell Rossi but his carbonara tastes like Olive Garden compared to the real thing,” they both chuckled at that, knowing it would have sent Rossi in a fit if he were to hear that.

“That sounds really nice honey.”

“I miss it sometimes you know? I think about how gorgeous everything was. It feels like home in my distant memories.”

“Then let’s do it. Lets, go move to Rome. You aren’t happy here Emily, I know you say you are, but you do this job for our team, not the position now. I miss when you laughed,” both of them sobered up by now, knowing that it has taken a turn for the more serious.

“No, no we can’t. I, I can’t keep leaving this team and our friends. And, people need us. You love this job Tara I can’t take that away from you, not for me.”

“They’d understand Emily, they all love you so much. Yeah, I love this job, I won’t lie. But, I love you more, and I’m not happy if you aren’t. So let’s do it. Let’s fucking run away to Rome together and be happy .” The two sit in silence for a minute, the unanswered question still hanging in the air.

“Okay. Let’s do it. Maybe I’ll fulfill my long-lost dream to have a nice, big garden.”

The team took it surprisingly well, they’d all noticed a change in Emily in the months following Scratch and knew that Tara had Emily’s best interest at heart. Of course, they were sad to lose two of the best members of their team, but Emily was family, and family looks out for each other.

“I’m going to miss you my favorite dynamic duo and your guys’ jokes. Ugh, it’s going to be so quiet without you two lovely ladies,” her eyes are welling with unshed tears as she says goodbye to more of her family, “Send me things from Rome or I will install a virus in your phones,” they both laughed at Penelope’s antics and promised her that they’d send as much stuff as they could. The last two weeks of their stay in the United States were filled with mixed emotions. They were excited to start the next chapter of their lives together. Away from all the serial killers and monstrous people out there. They could finally live with a fraction of the naivety that most people carry. On the other hand, Tara only speaks minimal Italian, and now they’re going to be living in a brand-new country, surrounded by strangers. A fresh start, but one filled with anxiety.

“Okay 4:30 is way too early for a flight,” Emily grumbled as they made their way to the airport. The pair had woken up at three, knowing that Tara can’t sleep on planes they tried to go to bed early and were now making their way to the airport in the dead of morning.

“Wait, babe, look! It’s a full moon,” they pulled over just for a moment and got out of the car to sit on the hood. The silence between the two is peaceful, the wind was the only whisper in the air. Moonlight shone on Tara’s face and Emily knew that there was no sight in the world as beautiful as this. With the moon reflected in her eyes and a small simple ghosting on her lips. She’s home.

Security was a breeze, they are former FBI agents after all, and they made their way to their gate. Airports always have a certain air to them, a place where time seizes to exist yet completely runs the place. Their gate was quiet, filled with the tired murmuring of people excited to travel.

“Tara, honey, wake up we’re boarding.”

It was odd for the two of them to be flying commercial after all those years on private jets. It was nice to feel normal though, to fade in the background instead of being other . Human desire is both to be noticed and forgotten all at once.

Italy’s airport is very similar to the DC airport, it would seem like they never left. Outside was a whole different story, bustling crowds and hot air hits them as soon as they step outside the building. They had picked out a quaint apartment building a week prior. Yellow walls with a terrace looking out to an alley. The couple's belongings had been shipped and were waiting to be unpacked. Not right then though. Now, it was time to explore.

Hand in hand they walked leisurely down the narrow alley way of the small Italian town they are now calling their home. Vines and every other type of plant that could grow did. Hanging off banisters, and climbing up orange brick walls. The sunlight was close to blinding, and it hit Emily just right. The golden rays hitting her face and illuminating the ghost of the smile now appearing on Emily’s face. That smile told Tara all she needed to know about their decision. Emily catches her staring, “What are you looking at,” humor evident in her voice.

“You, I’m looking at you miss Emily Prentiss. You’re smiling again,” her words come out softer than she intended, but they convey her point.

Happy couples seem to fill the streets, old and new, young and old. The town may be old, but it was filled with a life that they had been lacking. They pass a quaint little bakery. Bread, cupcakes, and assorted pastries fill the windows. There're bookshelves on all the walls filled to the brim with different books. The walls are light blue and there are flowers everywhere. It looks like something from the movies.

“Un Piccolo Angolo di Paradiso,” Emily reads the name of the building in front of them, they’ve since stopped to admire the view in front of them. It reminds the two of them how Emily asked Tara out. With a cupcake and book who had ‘I know there’s plenty of sugar in that cupcake but it’d be even sweeter if you went out with me. Let me take you to dinner Tara? ’ written on the inside.

“As much as I love hearing you speak Italian, what does that mean? Something heaven?”

“Little Slice of Heaven.” It’s truly a perfect name for the place.

“Okay, now we have to go in,” they’re both smiling now. They push open the glass doors, greeted by the high-pitched ringing of a bell and the smell of freshly baked bread.

The woman at the counter finishes the greeting, “Benvenuti nel piccolo angolo di paradiso, cosa posso offrirvi, adorabili signore?” they blush at the compliment and Emily orders them both cupcakes and coffee. Tara busies herself with admiring the books. Some of them have the most beautiful covers she’s seen. She knows not to judge a book by its cover but sometimes the most beautiful things are just as gorgeous on the inside as out. Just like Emily. She buys a book, and they take their drink and desserts to go. They make their way to a waterfront and sit down on the stairs, side by side.

“Rome is just as beautiful as I remembered. I missed it. It really does feel like home, although, anywhere I’m with you is home,” at the end of her sentence, she turns to face Tara, a look of pure love shown clearly on her face. And for that, Tara just has to kiss her.

The next day they unpack their boxes of belongings into their apartment to help rid the homesickness. Paintings go up on the walls and furniture is placed with the best view in mind. After a couple of hours they’re done, their apartment a bit more homey than before. They crack open a bottle of wine, put on an album, and sit out on the terrace. They watch the sun set over the water, the sounds of big band music filter in as the soundtrack for their night. The sky painted yellow, orange, and pink in the way only nature can create. If nature were an artist they’d be in every museum and sold to the wealthy. Instead, they are for the masses, the beauty of nature is for all to enjoy, free of cost, for those who wish to escape and fly into the night sky.

“You know what I’ve always wanted to do?” Tara leans forward on the balcony, not taking her eyes off the view in front of her, even as the colors begin to fade the sky darkens.

“No, tell me, what?”

“I always wanted to open my own bakery. I know it’s stupid, me a baker. But, I don’t know making things, it feels so uncomplicated. Just me and the dough.”

“In this alternate universe, I’d be a gardener. You and your dough and me and my flowers against the world Tara. Wait a second. I think you and I are onto something my dear,” Emily’s joined Tara at the balcony, the two of them leaning against the railing.

“Actually? You’re serious? You want to do this.?”

“Yeah! Why not? We’ve got enough money in the bank for us to last a bit, you can work at Un Piccolo Angolo di Paradiso,” the Italian rolls of her tongue in a way that drives Tara nuts, “I’ll find a gardening place to work at. We’re in fucking Italy let’s make our dreams come true.”

“Okay. Let’s do it.”

Alessia, the owner of the bakery, is pleased to have another employee. Especially one that is actually interested and isn’t in high school. Tara learns the basics of bread and pastry making. She has some skill, she used to bake with her mother before she died, it had been awhile since she had been able to bake without bumming herself out. Now it’s a nice memory of her. Gone but not forgotten, as is the saying. Emily comes in every lunch break for whatever Tara’s whipped up and to get her caffeine fix. One of the things that she still keeps from her law enforcement days.

They aren’t perfect. A move across the country isn’t going to cure PTSD, she has good days, bad days, and worse days, but now they have the time to deal with it. There was never anytime to process things at the FBI. It was always, distract yourself and throw yourself into solving cases. Now they can slow dance in the kitchen and stay up until three am telling stories from college. They fill their days with the happiness that was once stolen from them and bathe in it like perfume.

True to their word, they send Penelope all sorts of things, books from the café, pressed flowers, trinkets from the small shops to adorn her desk. In return, she sends them pictures of Sergio.

“I miss Sergio, his little paws, and his ability to climb on top of anything.”

Emily finds a job at a nearby garden that sells flower arrangements and herbs to local restaurants. It’s convenient, more than they would have thought. Emily now gets to stop into the bakery on occasion to deliver herbs and has plenty of flowers to give her lover. She also sends a few bouquets back to DC. Hoping that the flowers can brighten up the office in a way that fluorescent lights never can.

On one of their late afternoon walks, they hear a rustling by a trash can.

“What’s that noise?”

“I don’t know, let’s go look, it almost sounds like an animal. Could be a mouse,” Emily suggests, absently reaching to where her gun used to rest on her hip. They open the bag to find three small kittens. Seemly abandoned in a corner.

“Oh god, they’re so cute. We have to keep them.” It’s not a question, Tara knows that Emily is thinking the same thing, their minds connected in the way people who love each other’s minds always are. They look up the nearest veterinarian to make sure that their new pets are okay to take home and healthy.

The vet is sterile and a stark reminder of all the hospitals they’ve spent time in. Tara squeezes her girlfriend’s hand to remind her that they are both safe .

“They look fairly health, a bit malnourished but that is to be expected in these circumstances,” the vet is an elderly man with a mustache as thick as his accent,

“I’ve give them the shots they need, for now, come back in few months and let me take another look. Ciao.”

The kittens are fast asleep by the time they make it home. They gently scoop the kittens out of the bag and into their arms and the couch.

“Okay, what are we naming these angels?” Emily’s voice is pitched up as she talks to the kitten in her arms.

“Well, I’ve always been a classics enthusiast, what if we name them Artemis and Apollo?”

“That’s adorable. Little tiny archery kitties, yes, isn’t that right!” she coos, “And I think I’ll name this one Carter.”

“I love it, and you. Come on, sit with me, you look tired,” Tara grabs Emily’s hand and pulls her onto the couch. They fall over a bit and Emily yelps in surprise. They put the old music back on, a sense of peaceful needs for their new lives. The two sit on the couch, Emily’s head in her girlfriend’s lap, a hand playing with her hair. Apollo climbs on Emily’s feet and lays down to rest.

“I love you, Tara,” she doesn’t respond, just lays a gentle kiss to the back of her head.

The world is big and scary but the two of them feel safe in each other's arms.

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sanchoyo · 3 years

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danny phantom, season 3, episodes 1-2 thoughts! I had to split up my season 3 watch awkwardly because the second part of it was too picture heavy and tumblr only wants you to have 10 pictures per post, per the No Fun Allowed Rule. :/ I was planning on just doing 1-6 then 7-13, but, it'll probably be split into 3 posts now... (along with a follow up thoughts post after I finish and think on it for a lil while...)

see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3

-vlad got a new mansion. and the guys in white IMMEDIATELY BREAKS IN AND STARTS SMASHING THE SHIT OUT OF EVERYTHING, DESTROYING HIS NEW MANSION KAJDFHSSKADJKJN. NEVER LAUGHED SO HARD IN MY LIFE. 'the greatest practical joke ever' TUCKER YOU ARE SOOO RIGHT.

-'DAnnY FenTon MadE mE ThE LaugHINg StOCk oF WisCONsIn' if you dont shut up. you made yourself a laughing stock. love the cute pink hotel room. also, Vlad's Naked on The News. VLAD BUYING THE NASTY BURGER TO TEAR IT DOWN. the way they keep escalating these..pranks? IS TEARING DOWN A BUISSNESS A PRANK?? (the metric by which I decide if its a prank is if its funny to me or not. vlads house being torn down? funny prank. local burger place being torn down? maybe not. MAYBE the naked on the news prank was pushing it because he WAS in a hotel just, minding his own business, but like, he stays bothering danny for no reason when danny is just minding his own business, too! its not right but there IS a sense of vindication here. yknow?

-...'at least now he's channeling his sociopathic lonely bachelor energy into something positive!' this is unironically an insult to actual sociopathic people. 'but he doesnt care about other people!' 'and thats why he'll make a great politician!' BRUTAL. but not untrue? I mean, this is not at ALL surprising. hes a billionaire via cheating and lying, and already a huge Slimeball. So yeah, politician is 100% right.

-but did vlad move to amity park? I might be wrong about this, or illinois laws might be different, but I kinda assumed if you're running for election for mayor in a town, that you had to live within the voting jurisdiction and be registered to vote there. I mean, he's temporarily in a hotel and technically displaced rn (...I thought for sure he'd have more vacation homes...) so I guess there's probably a grace period to find a permanent home in amity park?

-ME, CHEERING DANNY ON EVERY SINGLE TIME HE BEATS VLAD UP, BEING SO PROUD OF MY SON:

-'hes overshadowing the voters!' why...are you surprised, danny???? election fraud is Nothing. did you forget he stole BILLIONS OF DOLLARS.

-ok the school uniforms are kinda cute tho lol.

-NO TEENAGERS ALLOWED IN THE NEW RESTURAUNT?? WHAT KIND OF BUISSNESS IS THAT,, SO PETTY. tucker straight up tearing off the security camera. king of property destruction

-vlad trying to make life hell. For a 14 year old. who is trying to genuinely apologize and offer a truce (despite all the creepy and fucked up things vlad has done to him and his family). what the fuck can I even say about this. I think i've said several times while watching 'what the fuck is wrong with you', i need a stronger statement.

-Teens Against McMasters! Fries Not Lies! I want to see vlad get mauled by teens. I want them to start Throwing Rocks.

-vlad saying 'dudes' is the worst thing I've ever heard.

-danny overshadowing the clone was GENIUS AND MAKING HIMSELF LOOK INJURED. SO PROUD OF YOUUUU. USE HIS OWN TACTICS AGAINST HIM. GET HIS ASS.

-frostbite's design is really interesting. ghost...bones... incased in ice?? anyway im so glad danny is getting more hugs :)

-oh, they basically worship(?) or put danny on a pedestal because he defeated pariah?? well IM happy for him having more ghosts that are friendly to him :) also, sam and tucker's lil snow jackets...super cute.

-more ghost lore!!! THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE IS A GHOST PORTAL. OF COURSE.

-VLAD ACTUALLY DID GET A CAT AWWW KITTY I WUV U KITTY. who he plays chess with...okay, you know what, thats so valid. and actually, pets are usually actually good for mental health, you have a lil guy to care for and they can give u a reason to try ur best so u can provide for them, and they are always good for comfort...good job, vlad!! next go to therapy. 'if anyone asks, you're my sister's cat!' so does he actually HAVE a sister? can she come beat him up

-sam is Right. they shouldve immediately taken the map back to frostbite! but I get it, exploring Can Be Fun

-'carnivorous canyon' in the ghost zone is just mystery flesh pit

-vlad is going to burn a 14 year old girl at the stake. you know, I half expected clockwork to come up and stop this, because they're fucking with time, BUT. nope. this is nbd, I guess.

-well, blood blossoms are terrifying. I know 'ive never eaten a vegetable in my life!' was tucker being hyperbolic, but this kid is going to get so many digestive problems if he doesnt Start Eating Healthier.

-...vlad wanted to go to rome and be a god?? I want to know where he self-inserted himself in their already established pantheon. what did he say he was the god of??

-VLAD SET THE ENTIRETY OF ROME ON FIRE. SO THEY PROBABLY ASSUME GOD OF DESTRUCTION. GOD OF ASSHOLERY.

-how embarrassing, to swordfight a 14 year old and struggle to win. lmfao they keep running vlad off every place he tries to take over

-'if i can destroy the first airplane, man will never fly and I will rule the air!' VLAD. DO YOU THINK. DO YOU THINK THE WRIGHT BROTHERS WERE THE ONLY PEOPLE TO THINK OF AND CONCEPTULIZE FLIGHT???! oh my god he is so dumb. people have always been trying to fly even before that, and even if you destroyed (1) plane its not like no one else could make one??? as if people hadn't already been making hot air balloons since the 1700s??? or coming up with concepts, and studying on how to make them work? starting to think vlad shouldve paid attention in college and not been so fixated on maddie. or, I dunno, read a book in his huge library...(I mean, I dunno what he majored in or studied in college, but it obviously wasnt history...)

-vlad getting his ass kicked by snow dogs and getting shidded on by a pigeon :)

-'hes got more in common with us than he realizes!' DANNY IS A YETI??? CONFIRMED (no,, but I hope that means we'll see more of the far frozen! I like them :)

-what in the world was this episode tho. like..okay?? vlads plans did not make ANY sense to me, like, was I missing something , or. WHY is he so fixated on Ruling all of the sudden...sure he might be power-hungry, feeling powerless can do that and I'm sure the accident/being abandoned made him feel that way, but its always felt like his real end goal was just to steal jack's family out of jealousy and spite, not to like. um,, rule rome I guess. ?? theres No Maddie In Rome, Vlad.

#sanchoyorambles #dp thoughts #danny phantom

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pixie-mage · 4 years

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From this NatM Writing Prompt: [ x ]

(Sorry it took so long, but I had a lot of fun writing this one! It gets a bit emotional in the middle, but I promise there's fluff there too!)

Characters: Jedediah x Octavius Adjectives: Overprotective, Overworked, Vulnerable

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Jedediah really should have noticed it sooner. They had returned from the Smithsonian and been on display for almost a month by now, and the new Night Program was in full swing...so perhaps there were more than a few reasons it had slipped under his radar. But still, he should have noticed it sooner.

It was approaching midnight now. There had been no guests in the museum for a few hours or so, just Larry and the exhibits, and most of them were taking the time off to enjoy the night like they normally did. Emphasis on ‘most’.

Jedediah leaned sideways against the wall of the Roman diorama, his arms folded across his chest and one boot tucked across the ankle of the other. He watched with a subtle frown as Octavius discussed something quietly with Marcus, his second in command, at the edge of the courtyard that marked the center of the display. Octavius’ brow was furrowed, his hands moving with his words, whatever he was saying clearly of some level of importance. Or at the very least, Octavius seemed to think so. But Jedediah could see the dark shadows under the general’s eyes, the tension in his armor-clad shoulders, the odd little eye movements that flickered off to the side at odd intervals...as if he felt like he was being watched, or was waiting for something to jump him.

Octavius looked stressed and worn out, and it was a wonder Jedediah hadn’t caught on sooner. Come to think of it, since they had returned from Washington DC, Jed couldn’t remember more than a few brief, fleeting moments that Octavius wasn’t hard at work doing...something. Anything. Running drills with the Roman army, rehearsing dialogue for the Night Program, discussing some kind of political or military issue with Marcus (or Cyrus...Jed shuddered; that slimy kiss-ass of a senator could take a damn hike in his opinion). And on the rare occasions that Octavius took time aside to spend with Jedediah for fun, he was constantly on edge. He consistently offered alternate choices for their museum adventures that (Jedediah now realized) were less ‘dangerous’ or ‘risky’. He casually (slyly) veered Jedediah away from ideas that involved something less-than-wise. He was being–

...well, protective, almost, Jedediah landed on. Or maybe paranoid.

All in all, it was obvious that something was up with the Roman general...and perhaps it was high time Jedediah did something about it.

Jed pushed away from the wall and moseyed over to the town square, tossing his arm around Octavius’ shoulders with a grin.

“Howdy Marcus!” he greeted the other soldier, who smiled politely at him. “I’m gonna steal Octavius from ya for a while. Hope ya don’t mind.”

“Of course not,” Marcus inclined his head. Octavius let out a disgruntled noise of protest.

“Jedediah, please, I have to–”

“Nope,” Jed cut off his protests and steered him about, marching off towards the Roman border with Octavius held tight against his side. “No can do, amigo. We’re goin’ for a drive.”

“Jedediah–”

“Ockie, hush up. You look like you could use a break, so I’m makin’ sure you get one.”

“But Rome–”

“Can last one night without you there,” Jed said. “Your soldiers have been workin’ their tails off for more ‘n two weeks straight. Hell, Billy’s been all mopey over on our side of the wall because he ain’t seen his Roman friends in days. Let ‘em have a night off.”

As if to cement this fact, Octavius caught sight of a familiar pair of archers chattering excitedly near the diorama’s edge, clearly on their way out of the city - much like Jedediah and himself. Octavius sighed, finally giving in to Jedediah’s impulsive adventure.

“Very well,” he said. “I suppose you may have a point.”

“Dang right I do,” Jed grinned, shaking Octavius slightly with the arm still slung around the man’s shoulders. “Get yer Roman ass down that climbin’ rope and I’ll fetch the car.”

Jed left Octavius behind to grab up the rope hanging over the edge of Rome’s border, gripping it in both gloved hands and leaping out of the diorama with expert ease. He didn’t have to look behind him to know Octavius would be following after him.

Tonight’s drive was about the same as every other time in the past few weeks that they had taken the car out for a spin. Jedediah drove a little too fast and a little too recklessly, Octavius tried to enjoy himself while murmuring quiet cautions to be more careful, and once or twice Octavius gripped the door handle with such intensity at Jedediah’s more reckless turns that his knuckles were white from the strain.

It was almost the same as when they would drive around before the Smithsonian...but only almost.

Now that he was looking for it, Jedediah was kicking himself for not noticing the difference sooner. Before, Octavius was normally just about as invested in the thrill of their adventures as Jedediah...but much of his enthusiasm was missing right now. Without a second thought, Jed took a sharp right and headed for a familiar exhibit, ignoring the tense expression that flitted across Octavius’ face at his sudden change of direction. He steered the car swiftly into the dimly lit room and parked off to the side, and the moment the car came to a stop he kicked open the door and ducked out of the miniature vehicle.

The room was quiet and empty. Ahkmenrah was almost never in his own exhibit after hours, making this one of the only places in the museum that was relatively still at this time of night. Though Jedediah himself had never asked the pharaoh about it in person, he had a sneaking suspicion that the young ruler wasn’t too fond of his tomb and sarcophagus. Jed imagined being trapped in one place for decades could do that to a person.

The sound of the passenger door opening and closing came from behind him but Jedediah didn’t turn around. Instead, he took a few strides away from the car to lean against one of the massive stone pillars that decorated the exhibit, only turning to look at Octavius once he had his back pressed against the cool stone. He folded his arms over his chest and eyed the other miniature from beneath the brim of his hat.

“What’s goin’ on with you Octavius?”

Octavius, who had been in the process of following Jedediah away from the car, paused mid-step. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, then his brow furrowed as he said:

“In...what regard?”

“You look exhausted, Ockie,” Jed said softly, a pained sympathy lacing his words. “You’re workin’ yourself to pieces and you’re jumpin’ at shadows. Now I know you keep sayin’ you’re just busy because we’re still settlin’ into the new Night Program and whatnot, but I’m not so sure I believe you.”

A brief, startled look passed over Octavius’ face like a fleeting shadow, there and gone again in less than a breath.

“I admit, I may be keeping myself a little too busy as of late,” he conceded. He rested a hand on the hilt of his sword, his fingers tense. “But - Jedediah, I assure you, I am perfectly fine.”

“Mind tryin’ that again?” Jed quirked an eyebrow at Octavius, who swallowed thickly and looked away.

Jedediah shook his head with a sigh and pushed away from the pillar behind him. His footsteps echoed quietly in the cavernous room until he came to a stop right in front of his - now oddly tense - partner. He tried to catch Octavius’ eye.

“Look, I’m not tryin’ to call you a liar, but you’ve got shadows under your eyes and you’re about as jittery as a cornered cat. Somethin’s up, and I just wanna help.” When Octavius didn’t reply, Jedediah ducked into Octavius’ line of vision to finally meet his gaze. He gave the other miniature a lazy, lopsided smile. “There ya are. C’mon, talk to me sweetheart.”

Despite himself, Octavius smiled wearily and chuckled, shaking his head ever-so-slightly at Jedediah’s antics. Then his smile faded again and he let out a long breath, his eyes becoming closed off just as they had been before. He ran his fingers through his hair once or twice, having left his helmet in the car.

“Yes, alright, so I may be under some stress at the moment...but I’ll be fine. I swear it. I don’t wish to bother you with my trivial worries.”

“Hey now, that’s now how this works,” Jed protested immediately. He planted his hands on his hips. “We’re partners. We trust each other. Right?”

“Completely,” Octavius breathed. “I do trust you, my love. Always.”

“Then I don’t care how trivial you might think it is. If it’s worryin’ you then I wanna hear about it. Comprende?”

A brief moment of silence settled between them. Octavius looked as though he wanted to say something, but the words never left him. As he stood there, conflicted, unsure what to say, his expression slowly melted from the closed off facade he had been wearing for days into something softer…something fragile. A strained and emotional sort of exhaustion settled in his posture, his shoulders sagging, and Jedediah could see the very moment that something behind his eyes began to break. When Octavius finally spoke, it was on a quiet and wavering breath.

“...the hourglass.”

Understanding began to dawn in the back of Jedediah’s mind and his chest tightened. He had a feeling he knew exactly where this was going.

“After we attempted to escape the shipping container, you were trapped in the hands of a monster who held no qualms about harming anyone who stood in his way,” Octavius went on, speaking softly. Remembering. “And though it does not often bother me, our smaller stature was...a disadvantage. You could do nothing to fight against him, and on my own I could have done nothing to prevent your harm. I watched him lock you in that hourglass with no way of stopping it.”

“Wait, hold on – you were there?” Jedediah asked, eyes bugging out in surprise. He gripped Octavius’ shoulders in both hands. “You didn’t mention that before. I told ya to run! I told you to get away from there!”

“And leave you behind?” Octavius shot back. He pressed his palm to Jedediah’s chest as if to push him away...but he didn’t. “I had to be sure you were alright! I had to know where you were so that I could save you.” His eyes were shining as he searched Jedediah’s face for something that couldn’t be named. “That monster gave you all of an hour to live. It was at once the longest and the most quickly-passing hour of my entire life. Had I not been able to get to you in time–”

Octavius couldn’t finish the sentence. His breath caught, shuddering, and he clenched his eyes shut as if to block out the thought.

Jedediah felt as though the wind had been knocked from him. He had almost never seen Octavius so distraught. Octavius was a strong and proud man, a Roman general, and he rarely showed signs of true fear. It didn’t feel right to see him looking so terrified of something that could have been, that never was.

“Ockie, look at me,” Jedediah murmured. He waited until Octavius opened his eyes before cupping his face in one hand. He ran his thumb over Octavius’ cheek gently, a lopsided smile slipping onto his face. “I’m right here. Nothin’ happened to me. You got that? That crazy Egyptian couldn’t’ve done anythin’ to me even if he tried.”

A watery chuckle bubbled up past Octavius’ lips. The hand he still had pressed to Jedediah’s chest clenched slightly, his fingers fisting against the blue fabric of the cowboy’s shirt.

“No, I imagine he couldn’t have,” Octavius agreed shakily.

“That’s what’s been eatin’ at ya since we got back?” Jedediah asked, worry creasing his brow.

“For many reasons.” Octavius let his eyes close again and he leaned into the comforting hand at his cheek. “It seems silly, perhaps, to be so affected by it...but I keep having nightmares in which I am...I am unable to save you.” He shivered. “Often I am either too late, or I cannot break the glass, or Kahmunrah grows impatient and–” He shivered again, a pained look crossing his face, and he pressed his lips together tightly.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” Jed murmured, pressing their foreheads together, the brim of his hat tilting upwards because of it. “I’m fine. You saved me. Everything turned out alright, remember? Look–” He brought his other hand to grip Octavius’ fist where he was still clutching Jedediah’s shirt. “–feel that? My heart’s still beatin’ as strong as ever. Might be ‘cause of a magic tablet, but it’s there.”

Octavius nodded. He opened his eyes to meet Jedediah’s blue ones, so very close to his. He didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. Too many emotions were swirling in the depths of his eyes, tears glistening there that had yet to fall. He swallowed, licked his lips. He breathed. Jedediah pulled on a soft, crooked smile.

“Are you with me, Ockie?”

Not quite sure what else to do, Octavius moved in Jedediah’s hold until he was clinging to him tightly, holding him close, his face buried in the crook of the cowboy’s neck. His nose brushed against the blue and red of Jedediah’s shirt and neckerchief, taking in the familiar scent of sand and hard work and the hot sun and something so distinctly Jed that he could not put a name to it even if he tried. He closed his eyes and choked back a sob and clutched at the man in his arms as if he might never see him again. Tears slowly soaked into the shoulder of Jedediah’s shirt, but he didn’t seem to care as he hugged his partner back with every ounce of love he could give and let Octavius revel in the sheer solid proof that he was alive.

Eons seemed to pass before they finally parted (though not completely, as Octavius still had a hand on Jedediah’s waist and Jed was still lightly gripping Octavius’ arm, neither of them quite ready to let go). Octavius sucked in a deep, shaking breath, and when he smiled - almost embarrassed - Jedediah couldn’t help but notice that the shadows beneath his eyes seemed less prominent and some of the visible weight on his shoulders had lifted.

“Feelin’ better sweetheart?” Jedediah asked with a gentle smile. Octavius let out a huffed laugh and nodded.

“Much,” he said. “Perhaps I should have tried to speak about my troubles sooner.”

“Oh ya think so, huh?” Jed teased lightly, a sparkle in his eyes. He tugged at the brim of his hat, straightening it. “I reckon next time you’ve got a bunch o’ ‘What-If’s’ and ‘If-Only’s’ bouncing around in that head o’ yours, you won’t keep it to yourself. Right?”

“Of course,” Octavius smiled sheepishly. “I apologize for not speaking up before now. Nightmares didn’t seem like an important enough subject to bother you with.”

“I don’t care if your complaint of the day is that you’ve got a cramp in your left foot! If it’s botherin’ you, I’ll listen.”

Octavius giggled quietly and brought up a hand to hide his grin.

“Whatever did I do to earn such a caring lover?” he queried, and Jed winked.

“Punched him in the face a few times, I reckon.”

Laughter rang out quietly from the secluded corner of the Egyptian exhibit, unheard by anyone but the twin Anubis statues standing guard. The air was calm.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Do you think General Octavius will allow us another night off this week?”

“Fabian, if you’re trying to be subtle, it isn’t working.”

“It was a simple question, that’s all!”

“Oh yes, of course it was. The implied ‘to see Billy’ after ‘another night off’ definitely didn’t exist.”

“MARIUS!”

A pair of archers were making their way back into Rome at the end of a night that had been much more relaxing than any they had spent lately. After a few weeks of enduring Octavius’ much more vigorous training regiments it was a welcome relief to be given even one night of freedom...and they weren’t the only ones hoping that their next night off would come sooner rather than later.

“You are much too easy to rile up, my friend,” the archer named Marius chortled, elbowing Fabian. “But to answer your question, it depends on that cowboy Jedediah. You saw him escorting the general out of Rome earlier, did you not?”

“Of course I did,” Fabian grumbled, still flushed from Marius’ earlier teasing. “General Octavius didn’t seem very willing to leave.”

“Ah, but he still left,” Marius pointed out. “Hopefully Jedediah will be able to pull our dear general out of the sour state he has been in lately. With any luck, he’ll be–”

It was at this point that the pair reached the square, and Marius didn’t need to say anything more because Octavius and Jedediah were both in sight. Octavius was smiling brightly, looking more like his usual self than he had in weeks, and he was saying something to the cowboy beside him that neither archer could hear. Whatever it was, Jedediah’s grin turned into a gobsmacked expression in an instant and within the next moment he was bright red and fuming, blustering and spluttering indignantly beside a now-slyly-smirking Octavius.

“OCKIE, YOU CAN’T JUST – THAT’S NOT – WE’RE IN PUBLIC!”

“...I get the feeling you’ll be able to see Billy fairly soon, actually,” Marius muttered with raised eyebrows. Fabian only nodded, as Jedediah stammered something about:

“Crazy flirty Romans…”

Octavius bit his lip to stop himself from laughing, his eyes sparkling with mirth while he watched Jedediah teeter on the edge of an explosion. One might think he had already blown up with how loudly he was ranting on...but Octavius knew from experience that the things that actually put Jedediah over the edge left him unable to even form words, so absolutely dumbfounded and reeling that all he could manage was spluttering angry noises, enraged shouts, and pinwheeling limbs that made it look as though he was fighting with the air itself. While it was a guilty pleasure of his to push his beloved to that point, Octavius supposed that it wouldn’t be a very nice ‘thank you’ to do so right after Jedediah had so worriedly and dotingly helped him through some of his recent fears.

With a soft sigh, Octavius caught Jedediah by the arm and pulled him closer, pressing a soft kiss to the raving cowboy’s cheek.

“Forgive me cara, I’ve never been very good at holding my tongue around you,” he chuckled. “I was only teasing. I apologize.”

Jedediah stilled, as red as a tomato, but his temper slowly fizzled out. He grumbled quietly and hunched his shoulders with his arms folded tightly over his chest.

“...yeah, yeah, keep yer apology,” he rolled his eyes. “Just - quit sayin’ stuff like that in public. It’s not for other people to hear.”

“I shall endeavour to do better.”

Octavius was still grinning softly when Jedediah turned to look at him, the flush of his face lessening and his expression turning affectionate and a little concerned.

“...are you alright?” Jed asked him in an undertone, aware of the people of Rome lingering around the square. “For now anyway?”

Octavius’ grin softened into a tired smile.

“For the most part, yes,” he nodded. His fingers tightened against Jedediah’s arm. “...I doubt the nightmares themselves will vanish overnight - after all, the thought of losing you isn’t one so easily swept aside...” Jedediah winced sympathetically. “...but it doesn’t feel nearly so real of a concept anymore.”

Jedediah was quiet for a few seconds, searching Octavius’ expression for what he could only assume were signs of falsehood. (Octavius knew it was not for a lack of trust either.)

“D’you want me to stay?” Jedediah asked quietly.

“Stay–?”

“Stay durin’ the daylight hours,” Jed specified. “You can try and get some decent sleep and I’ll fight off your nightmares. And if Larry says anything about it, I’ll handle it. You’ve been through enough.”

A warmth, a fondness, swelled in Octavius’ chest, and he found himself gazing adoringly at the man before him. He had asked himself this question almost a million times by now, but...how did he ever get so lucky?

“I love you,” he whispered, before he could stop himself. Jedediah cleared his throat, his cheeks pink.

“Well...w-well that’s nice an’ all, but...er...is that a yes or a no?”

“Yes,” Octavius amended quickly. “Yes, please. I - I would greatly appreciate it.”

“Alrighty then.” Jed nodded and tugged the brim of his hat down to hide his face, looking thoroughly flustered. He took a few steps in the direction of Octavius’ home, paused, and turned back long enough to add: “...I love you too, ‘Tavius.” Then he was marching off through the crowds of Roman citizens, his fists in his pockets and his hat pulled low. Octavius only smiled.

He would be okay.

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[A/N - Hope you enjoyed this one! Sorry again that it took so long to finish it! This time, I wrote them as having an established relationship, mostly because the discord server I'm on voted for that one over (A) mutual pining and (B) Octavius confessing his feelings. Seeing as I don't often write them this way, it was nice to change things up! Plus I feel like it makes Octavius racing against the clock to save Jedediah that much more meaningful. I ALSO GOT TO WRITE SOFT!JEDEDIAH TOO! I've never gotten the chance to write that side of him, so thank you for the inspiration!]

#Night at the Museum #NatM #NatM FanFic #Jedtavius #Jedediah #Octavius #Jedediah x Octavius #Post NatM 2 #Post-Hourglass #NatM Hourglass #Jedediah in the Hourglass #Writing #Pixiemage Writes #Pixie Writes #NatM Writing Prompt #Writing Prompt

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justasparkwritings · 3 years

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The 1: Well Enough Alone

Previous: Making It Count

Pairing: Hoseok X Reader

Genre: Slice of Life / Angst / Strangers to Lovers / FWB

Rating: NC15

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, Mentions of Recreational Drug Use, Mentions of Consensual Sex

Summary: Hoseok returns to New York to make sense of the mess he’s made.

Listen: the 1 by Taylor Swift

The beginning of summer in New York was a mixture of heat and stench, the smells of the city rotting under the suns unrelenting gaze. Summer in the city was a mixture of absolute hell and immense pleasure, as rooftop parties, pool gatherings and air conditioning entangled themselves with the sweat and grime of the subway. It was your favorite season, sun dresses and eyelet shorts with chunky sandals and sunglass fashion was enough to tide you through until fall.

It also meant that Hoseok would be returning, his first time back since your tryst in January. You decided to meet at the bar, and you hoped that you’d fall back into the ease and comfort of your first romantic escapade.

You stepped into the bar, the summer sun illuminating the typically dark and dingy business. You turned your head, craning to see the brilliant smile of Hoseok, only to come up short.

“Looking for someone?” A man said, arm slipping around your waist. You turned; eyes wide.

“Hobi!” You called, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him to you. He laughed cheerfully and inhaled your shampoo, the scent bringing him back to whispers over tequila and scratches in the night. He held you tight, savoring the comfort of your familiarity.

“I missed you, Y/N.”

“I missed you, too,” You blushed as you pulled away from him.

“Shall we?” He gestured towards the bar and you moved to take two seats in the corner, far from the growing crowd but close to the air conditioning. He left briefly to get drinks, and when he came back, he winked as he handed you your glass.

“Manhattan Goes Hollywood,” He said, taking a sip, “not as good as yours.”

“You remember that?”

“I remember a lot of things,” He said. You blushed again. “Did you break our promise?”

“My promise to you? No, I didn’t.” You said.

“So tell me, what adventures did you go on?” Ho-Seok didn’t stop smiling.

“I went to Rome,” You informed him.

“No way,” He was surprised.

“I did, I got lost and had to ask no less than five strangers in broken Italian how to get back to my hotel.”

“Did you go alone?”

“My friends and I went, but we took a day to explore the sites we wanted to see, alone. Katie went to Verona, Emily went on an olive oil tour. I went to see the Saint Valentine skull and got lost.”

“No!”

“Yeah, it was awful, I had several panic attacks,” You sipped your drink, the alcohol warming your already too hot skin.

“But you made it back,” Hoseok tipped his glass to you, humor in his eyes.

“Yes, I made it back before dark, but barely,” You laughed, embarrassed at your blunder.

“What else did you do?” He was egging you on, daring you to share wild escapades you’d had while he was touring, the ultimate adventure.

“I took molly at a Kim Petras concert in Bushwick,” You were unsure how he’d respond to your foray into illicit drugs. In true Hoseok fashion, his shock came across in a raucous laugh.

“You didn’t!”

“I did, it was, euphoric,” You said.

“I can imagine,” He responded, eyes veiled with an emotion you couldn’t recognize. “You didn’t text me though.”

You bit your lip. There were unclear boundaries in your relationship, this cat and mouse, never sure what was okay and what wasn’t, putting things out into the universe to see what would stick, often coming up short as he crossed time zones and continents. By texting him, he meant purposefully seeking him out. Not the snapchats, drunken messages late at night or voice messages sent. Hoseok meant you hadn’t texted him or sought him out when you realized you’d be in Europe at the same time. He meant you didn’t reach out when you saw something that reminded you of him, or when you heard BTS in the speakers at Target. You’d written the texts, you’d almost hit send dozens of time, but each time you stopped yourself. Hoseok didn’t want a relationship. He wasn’t interested in settling down. It didn’t matter if you felt a connection to him, if your heart wanted his every day. He made it clear in January, no matter how many times you turned his words, his actions, over in your mind, you came to the same conclusion.

You were both playing the game, but only one of you could win.

“I didn’t know you wanted me to,” You said, eyes unable to move from his.

“I did,” He said.

“You didn’t text either,” You reminded him.

“I know,” He said, eyes darting to your lips.

You stayed like that, unmoving, eyes trying to communicate what had happened in the months since you’d been in each other’s orbit.

“You saved the voice messages,” You said.

“So did you,” Hoseok countered. It was moot point. There was no upper hand.

“Do you want to get out of here?” You asked, ice saturating your drink, the unrest in your body making you uncomfortable.

“Your place?” He questioned.

“You’re forward,” You forced a laugh, a poor attempt at breaking some of the tension.

“We don’t have to-

“I know,” You stood.

“We can but, I’m happy just being,”

“Together,” you finished.

“Yes,” He nodded.

You nodded in response before standing up and much like before, your hands found each other’s as you guided him back to the street. Hoseok looked left and right, before glancing down at you.

“Are you trying to navigate us, or just being cute?”

“Can’t I be both?”

“Sure, Hoseok, sure,” You laughed again, guiding him down the familiar streets to your apartment. “How long are you here for?”

“Four days,” He said.

“Doing?”

“A photo shoot, somethings for MTV, Today Summer Concert series,”

“Holy fuck, how did I forget?” You stopped in the middle of the street, staring at Hoseok. “Friday, right?”

“Yes,”

“That’s so exciting! It’s going to be a fucking madhouse!” You were giddy, new BTS content? Yes, please.

“I know, I’m excited,” He took your excitement and leveled up. Euphoria seeping through his chuckles.

“How are the guys feeling?” You asked.

“Good, excited to perform again,” He said, energy flowing freely between you.

“It’s not like it’s been years since you performed.”

“No, but you still miss it after a week or two off,” Ho-Seok said.

Hoseok had a few weeks off… why didn’t he come to New York sooner? YOU’RE NOT HIS GIRLFRIEND, yelled the voices of Emily and Katie.

“What are you going to perform?” You asked, pulling yourself back to him.

“I can’t tell you that,” He laughed again.

“Please?” You begged, bottom lip jutting out, eyes swelling.

“What do I get in return?” Hoseok’s tone was teasing, you both knew he didn’t want anything from you.

“What do you want?” You asked. You had reached your apartment, and as you walked up the two flights of stairs, Hobi thought about what exactly he was trying to get from you. He didn’t want anything, and yet, he felt like he wanted everything from you and with you. He had kept your voice messages and wouldn’t delete your voicemails. He had a file of screenshots of drunk texts you’d sent, confessions late at night… He couldn’t count the number of times he reached to text you… the phone calls and facetimes he’d said were an accident but were really his feeble attempt at reaching out to you. All he wanted was to talk to you, to tell you about the shows, to fly you to him, to talk to you, to be with you. But he couldn’t.

“Come to the show on Friday,” He offered.

“What?” Your heart stood still.

“Come to the show, I’ll put you on the list.” He tried to brush it off like it was nothing, an innocent outing.

“Hoseok, would the guys be okay with that? Is that allowed?” Your mind began to race with possibilities.

“Why not? Yes, it’s allowed, we can hang out after,” He shrugged.

“Okay,” You said hesitantly.

“Yeah?” His smile was back.

“Yeah!” You smiled.

Hoseok pulled you to him, first in a hug, then his lips found yours. He missed the way you tasted, the way your fingers scrunched around his shirt, holding him to you by the thread count. He missed the sounds you made, the warmth he felt in your embrace. He’d missed you.

Hoseok slipped out before you awoke, a kiss on your cheek and a note on your nightstand. He’d have management send a car for you on Friday morning and bring you to the Plaza to watch. You’d get brunch with the guys after, some secluded five-star restaurant that the team had arranged. You were impressed that he’d scribbled this much before 6AM, and more impressed that he’d found a sticky note in your clusterfuck of a desk.

As you sat with your girlfriends the next day at lunch, you relegated your previous escapades.

“He’s your international fuckbuddy,” Katie said, sipping on her espresso.

“Isn’t that the best of all the worlds?” Emily asked.

“I think?” You said, unconvinced.

“You think? He fucks you when he’s in town, then it’s no strings attached the months he’s gone. What’s wrong with that?” Katie prodded.

“Nothing’s wrong with it,” You said shrugging.

“You’ve caught feelings,” Emily said.

“I’m just not sure that that’s what this is,” You dipped your toe in the water of their judgement.

“Does he call you when he’s gone?” Katie pressed.

“Sometimes,”

“And you text often?” Emily asked.

“Often enough,” You said.

“Aren’t you just strangers who fuck? I don’t understand this confusion,” Katie said, eyes narrowing.

“I don’t know if that’s all it is,” You tried to explain.

“What would give you an idea that you’re anything other than American pussy?” Katie asked.

“The way he looks at me, and the things he’s says… He waxes poetic every time we’re together,” You told them.

“To get you into bed?” Emily asked.

“Why would an international idol fuck with me?” You questioned, more force behind your words than you’d intended.

“You’re hot and intelligent?” Katie offered.

“Beautiful and charismatic?” Emily added.

“I just mean, he could be fucking anyone, right? But he’s sleeping with me on the off days he’s in New York. He says things… He doesn’t treat me like a fuck buddy,” You were growing flustered and upset. Couldn’t they understand what you were hinting at?

“Other than only fucking you when he’s in town?” Katie laughed; disbelief written across her face.

“And barely speaking to you otherwise?” Emily said, unlocking her phone to check her emails.

“Never mind,” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m just trying to understand-

“I don’t want to talk about it,” You said, disappointment in your eyes.

You’d shared almost every detail of your relationship with Ho-Seok. From how his hands felt on your body to the things he’d whispered to you as you laid in bed. They’d told you your relationship was nothing more than sex, that Ho-Seok was far too busy and important to want anything else from you.

If you thought about it rationally, it made sense. But in your heart, as you looked into his eyes, or read his texts, or saw the number of missed facetime calls you shared, you knew it was more. There was something there in his gaze, in his words, in his kiss. Why else had he promised that you’d see one another again, the next time he was in New York?

This was your mindset as you stepped out of the chauffeured car at the Today Show. The whir of the crew and BTS handlers buzzing as they prepped for the performance overwhelmed your senses as you were guided to where the men were.

“Y/N!” Hoseok called, moving from a conversation with Namjoon to hug you. The men glanced at you, taking in your appearance as Ho-Seok spoke to you. “You’re here! It’s going to be so great.”

Your smile faltered, you hadn’t expected a kiss, on the lips or cheek, but a brief hug? Hadn’t he been in your bed two nights ago, moaning your name, coming undone inside you? The prying eyes made you uncomfortable as you glanced around at the men trying to focus before their early show. The energy was electric, caffeine and adrenaline mixing with the vibe of an early summer morning in the greatest city in the world. It was intoxicating.

“Guys, this is Y/N,” Hoseok called, looking at his six bandmates. “You can introduce yourselves later.”

The men were guided to the stage, where they were introduced and began their performance. You’d never seen them this close, and were in awe of every note, every step, every movement. Ho-Seok commanded the stage, oozing talent and sex appeal as he led the group through routine after routine. You were equal parts amazed and so turned on. You recognized his hip thrust, the slight twerk of his ass, the furrow in his brow. His voice was gorgeous, clear and strong over the throngs of screaming ARMY. Who wouldn’t want something more with him?

Your mind was hazy as they came off the stage, interview segments completed. Ho-Seok crashed into your arms, holding you tight.

“You were so fucking good,” You said laughing. He laughed to, merriment filling the dressing room.

“All for you,” He said, resting his sweaty forehead against yours.

“Ew, you’re so sweaty,” You said.

“That’s not what you said the other night when you were sticking to me.”

“Two can play that game,” You replied, eyes squinting.

“Oh?” He asked, daring you to say something in a room filled with his brothers.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice your hips, or that furl of your brow,” Your words were hushed, an intimate conversation between lovers.

“Mm, recognized them, eh?” He smirked before untangling himself from you. “Give us a bit, we’ll go to brunch.”

“Okay,” You said, and you stood still, watching Ho-Seok walk towards the showers as his hand slowly slipped from yours.

The other men moved around you, showering, changing, thanking staff and wrapping up their time at the Today Show. It was the highest viewed concert series, with the largest audience that the Today Show had seen since One Direction and BTS’ last foray in the summer heat.

After thanking the hosts and signing a few merch items, BTS left, you in tow, to pile into a few vans headed for brunch. Ho-Seok insisted in taking a separate car, just the two of you, or at least it was until Jin decided he needed to chaperone.

“Oh, yeah, I hear this place is good, I did some research,” Jin said as the car moved through Manhattan.

“Mm, I’m starving,” Hoseok commented. His fingers were wound in yours, and your bodies were close together, shoulders touching.

“Y/N, what are you going to get?” Jin asked.

“Maybe eggs, but I’m kind of feeling waffles,”

“And a mimosa,” Hoseok laughed.

“Oh, bottomless,” You said giggling.

“Mostly champagne,” Hoseok said.

“With a drop of orange,” You added.

“Your favorite,” He glanced at you, smile crinkling his eyes. He remembered.

The three of you piled out of the car and were ushered quickly into the restaurant, Hoseok’s hand still in yours. As you sat down, Hoseok on your right, Namjoon on your left, you took in the Bangtan. Their striking beauty was blinding. How each of them had managed to find their way to Big Hit and stick it out was beyond you. There couldn’t possibly be anyone in the world more beautiful than them.

“Y/N, tell us, how is your friendship with J-Hope going?” Namjoon asked as he sipped on his Bloody Mary.

“I’m impressed you stay friends with him,” Yoongi muttered.

“I’m an excellent friend!” Hoseok exclaimed.

“It’s going well, yeah, I’m glad we get to see each other when he’s in town,” You smiled at the men, hoping they won’t notice how flustered you’d become.

“He’s a good friend, always so optimistic,” Taehyung added.

“Except when he’s blasting music, dancing at four thirty in the morning,” Yoongi commented.

“It was one time!” Jungkook said, coming to his hyung’s defense.

“Why were you even awake?” Jimin asked.

“I was preparing for –

“You barely slept,” Yoongi said, voice serious.

“Nervous energy,” Hoseok responded.

“The performance was amazing,” You interjected, noting the tension between the two men. “I love how you pull out your back catalogue for every performance.”

“We fight about it, a lot,” Namjoon said.

“Only because some of us are wrong,” Jimin said.

“You’re just mad because –

“Let’s not fight when we have a guest,” Namjoon interjected.

“Yeah, we can fight on our flight to Brazil,” Jin said. “Plenty of hours to bicker,”

“Y/N, do your other friends like Ho-Seok?” Taehyung asked.

“Um, they’ve never met,”

“They haven’t? But he spends so much time with you, talking to you, about you,” Jin rambled.

“Um, yeah, it’s just never lined up,” You took a large swig of champagne, “I’m sure they’d like him.”

“Unless he’s dancing at-

“Shut up Yoongi!” Jimin said through laughs.

“So Brazil, what will that be like?” You asked.

As the boys launched into their excitement for returning to South America, you sat and lost track of your thoughts. How many times had they called you a friend, said they were glad Ho-Seok had a friend like you, wanted to become your friend. Friend.

Is that what you were? You grew uncomfortable as the conversation lingered on, the men laughing and Namjoon translating quickly the funny things they were saying. Hoseok kept an arm around your shoulders, eating with his non dominant hand, just to hold you close. You felt no comfort in his gesture as your anxiety grew.

“They think we’re friends?” You asked, Hoseok’s hand in yours as the car took off towards Brooklyn.

“Yeah, aren’t we?” He countered.

“I don’t know, do friends know what it’s like to be inside the other?” You scoffed.

“Y/N,” He said, cocking his head toward the driver.

“I’m just asking,” You responded.

“Can we talk about this at your apartment?” He pleaded.

“I’d prefer to talk about it now,” You turned to face him.

“We’re friends,” He was treading lightly, you could hear it in the breath he put into the word ‘friends’.

“Aren’t we more?” Your voice betrayed your cool demeanor.

“I, I don’t think we can be,” Hoseok said.

You turned to face forward, hand slowly slipping out of his. You made a list of every sad song you wanted to listen to as you drank the half open bottle of Prosecco in your fridge, tears inevitable. Ho-Seok didn’t say anything, didn’t try to bring you back to him. The gravitational pull had been severed and you both were spinning.

“Thanks for uh, making sure I got home, and for letting me spend the day with you,” You said, unbuckling your seatbelt.

“Of course, can I walk you up?” His eyes were sad.

“No, I don’t think that’d be a good idea,” You said opening the door to the summer heat.

“Y/N,” He was searching for you.

“Hoseok, have a safe flight, okay?”

He leaned in to place a kiss on your lips, but you turned, lips landing on your cheek. Getting out of the car, you didn’t look back.

Why couldn’t you have left well enough alone?

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— ♔ In the past, people were born royal and for ALYS TUDOR the TWENTY-SIX-year-old CROWN PRINCESS of WALES, that is a tradition SHE intends to keep. To others, SHE looks an awful lot like MADELAINE PETSCH and has been painted as THE MEEK SPARE but behind closed doors, SHE is TIMID & BLUNT but also DIGNIFIED & STOIC. It has also been said they are BETROTHED to MATTHEW GOODE, WILLIAM MOSELEY, ALEXANDER LUDWIG, AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON, OR UTP.

BASIC INFORMATION

NAME: Alys Cedwyn Tudor

NICKNAMES: Aly-Cat [her brother]; Wyn [her father]; Aly [her parents & closest friends]; Al [her betrothed; a nickname in which she despises]

DATE OF BIRTH: April 16, 2094

AGE: 26

HOME TOWN: Cardiff, Wales, United Kingdom

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Russia

OCCUPATION: Crown Princess of Wales

LANGUAGES: Welsh, English, Italian

PARENTS: King Ewen Ceri Tudor (father); Queen Anna Caitrin Tudor [ née Jones ] (mother)

BROTHERS AND SISTERS: Prince Alwyn Dafydd Tudor (deceased).

HUSBAND OR WIFE: Prince xxxx xxxxx (betrothed; fiancé)

SIGNIFICANT OTHERS: Her Pembroke Welsh Corgi, Dylan; Emiln Evans (best friend)

RELATIONSHIP SKILLS: While Alys is rather reserved and tends to remain quiet, she listens intently. She is kind and surprisingly openminded to more than she lets on. While she has become good at feigning interest, particularly at royal functions, if she is annoyed, upset, or bored, she will politely let you know and move on. She’s loyal to those she cares about most in this world and would sooner keep a secret for someone than to destroy their good name, unless it’s going to be at the expense of her family or someone she deeply cares about. The only person she has come to despise most in this world is the man she is supposed to marry, despite trying her hardest to genuinely love him. And while hate isn’t a word she takes lightly, she has determined that if she ever meets the perpetrator who murdered her brother, she’s likely to return the favor; but little does she know, it’s the man she’s trying to love.

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

(TW: Dyslexia mention)

HEIGHT: 5′6″

HAIR COLOUR: Red.

EYE COLOUR: Brown

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Alys’ most distinguishing features are her red hair and fair skin tone.

DRESS STYLE: Alys prefers to dress casually in jeans, sweaters, and the occasional t-shirt, unless in the eyes of the public. Then you can find her wearing dresses and things tailored for her body type. While she’s never been one for keeping up with fashion trends, her stylist does know just how to dress her to keep her current with the times.

PHYSICAL HABITS: Alys does not partake in vices such as drinking, smoking, or drugs.

MANNERISMS: Alys is a very poised and polite person. Her etiquette training came from her grandmother, who believed women should be seen as ladies. She has a particular way of doing things, which sometimes confuses people or gets an unwarranted laugh because of how old fashioned Alys can come off as, but she does know when to relax, and that’s usually in the company of her closest friends. However, when she’s nervous or anxious, she rubs her hands together without really realizing. It’s also very clear when she’s annoyed or angry, but instead of yelling, she remains eerily calm, sometimes expressing her anger through the tension in her voice or simply walking off.

HEALTH: Alys is in peak physical health. She exercises regularly, including riding horses. She goes for morning runs and enjoys swimming laps, when no one else is in the pool. She’ll occasionally visit the gym, but tries to get outside as much as she can. She eats fruit and veg with very little red meat, preferring poultry and seafood. She does treat herself to sweets every now and then, especially traditional Welsh cakes. Alys does have dyslexia. Only a very select few people know this about her. And she has worked very hard to overcome it, though she still struggles on occasion.

BACKGROUND

(TW: Murder, Death)

For Alys, growing up second to her brother was as much of a challenge as a rat trying to free itself from an inhumane glue trap…impossible. His bright personality and commanding presence had always lit up the room as if King Ewen, himself, had already entered the building. And it didn’t take the younger of the two to realize her place in the world; silent and in the background. Though extremely bright and well rounded in her studies, the young woman remained quiet watching as her brother grew more fit and apt to take the crown someday. Of course, no one saw what was coming. In everyone’s minds, the belief that Alwyn would one day rule Wales, and quite successfully, had come as default. But of course, there had to be a set path for Alys. Like any great spare, she was set to marry.

Arranged to a man she quietly despised, Alys didn’t counteract her mother and father’s wishes. Though loving him didn’t come easy. While she could tell he longed to be in the spotlight, much like her brother, she thought nothing of it. Instead, she went about her daily life, sometimes bluntly wrangling him back into his place by reminding him of whom he would be marrying. Life carried on until a trip to Rome. King Ewen, trusting in his son to negotiate policies with the leaders in Italy, sent the young Crown Prince, and his wife. And with some convincing, Alwyn managed to bring along his sister and future brother-in-law.

The trip was a success. The Crown Prince had brought together two nations just as his father had hoped; a sign that he would be a great ruler someday. And to celebrate, Alwyn, along with Alys’ betrothed; a young liaison who had been present at the meeting of the two countries; and a young diplomat to Rome, left the women of their own accord for a night out in Tor Bella Monaca to celebrate. Not exactly the greatest place for two princes, but the perfect coverup for the heinous crime that Alys’ betrothed was about to commit.

Word of the Crown’s death came sometime over the next several hours and the next several months were like a blur. No one had suspected a thing, and the one coherent witness that was there that night was threatened to great lengths. However, in all of this, Alys’ life was thrown upside down when she was soon announced as the new Crown Princess of Wales.

Mourning her brother’s passing would be put on hold as she would take over a role she never expected. But relations between the country of Wales and Italy had turned sour. And with tensions mounting elsewhere in the world, Alys’ father and mother felt it best to send her off to Russia for protection. Losing their pride and joy had nearly destroyed their family, and the idea of possibly losing their daughter as well, and the right to hold the throne in the future, couldn’t be fathomed. But what they didn’t know was that the murderer of their son was engaged to their daughter and set to be the future King of Wales, if all continued to go according to his plan.

HEADCANONS

Though her brother was the center of attention and the apple of their parents’ eye, Alys was still extremely close to him. They would often come to each other and have conversations about life. Him, spilling the details and annoyances of holding the title of Crown, and her, explaining how invisible she had felt at times. Surprisingly enough, this helped to keep their relationship solid, and if one was ever jealous of the other, they would speak it out loud. They were each other’s rock, so when Alwyn was killed, Alys had felt like she had truly lost a part of herself.

Because of how open Alwyn was with her about his duties as the Crown Prince and how observant she was over the years, Alys does have more of an understanding of what is expected of her than her parents and the media think.

While she seems rather reserved and quiet in the public eye, Alys does enjoy having a good time with her closest friends. However, alcohol and recreational drugs have never been a desire of hers.

Horses are a passion for her. Coming from a long line of horse breeders, she knows her stuff. It was also her biggest escape, when the focus would be on her brother. She has many trophies and ribbons from the competitions she’s entered over the years.

Dylan, her Pembroke Welsh Corgi, is whom she misses the most. Despite being betrothed and having her parents back home, the small dog has been the one that’s heard her sobs, seen her tears, and somehow managed to make her laugh despite how broken hearted she’s felt since her brother’s death and the passing of the title of Crown.

Alys enjoys jazz and classical music. It helps her relax and to clear her mind. But she secret loves hard rock. Only Alwyn knew this about her, and they would have jam sessions together to let out the day’s frustrations.

She enjoys studying history and how the world came to be in its current state; a quality vital to ruling Wales someday. She particularly enjoys reading about rulers of the past and the United States fascinates her greatly. She also enjoys reading biographies, but does enjoy a good dystopian tale every now and then or a book about the stars and space.

More to come...

#{i wasn't made to fall in line; about}#wor.intro

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engelsbf · 4 years

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Quarantine time

Tagged by @xsweetjuncotton! thank you so much 🥺 also I'll get to the other ones soon 💞💞 (I love tag games so much tbh)

Rules: to answer these following questions

1. Flowers or chocolates?

Chocolates because you can share them hehe

2. Between day and night I prefer:

Day! I sometimes feel lonely during the night and i just love the sun and knowing that many other people are awake? I also like mornings a lot !!

3. My favourite drink:

I’m trying to stay away from sugary drinks rn, so I drink mostly water during the day hahaha but I really like cola!!! So when I wanna treat myself I’ll get a cola

4. between sunrise and sunset I prefer:

Sunrise!!! It’s a symbol for a new day and a new beginning and I like that a lot! Also when I ride my bike to work on sundays (I start at 6.00) the sun is just beginning to rise and the sun turns pink and it’s really pretty !!!

5. Between dogs and cats, I prefer:

I like both a lot, they’re all very cute hhh I really wanna get a dog when I move out tho! Maybe a cat as well!

6. The vegetable I hate the most:

Pickles skjhjksh they stink

7. My favourite sound:

I don’t think I have a fav sound but the first thing that came to my mind is the sound of paper wobbling??? It’s just a funny sound tho...

8. The first thing I notice about people:

Hands and teeth!

9. What would you prefer horror or fantasy?:

I like both horror and fantasy movies but horror books are the best !!!

11. What city or town you’d like to live in?:

I’m torn between living in the city and in the country hhh I wanna have my peace and quiet but it’d be kinda scary to live in the middle of nowhere? Like in a horror movie ksjks but I also like when you live near shops and stuff hmm

12. What I value most in life:

Having someone to talk to! It can be pretty scary to not have anyone to talk to and when you’re feeling sad or lonely it can feel a little suffocating?

13. If I could learn any skill, it’d be:

Articulating what I want to say in a better way, I feel like when I talk to people irl I can’t really communicate my feelings and my sentences feel really basic hhh

14. Between beach and the mountains, I prefer:

They’re both beautiful and magical in their own way but I think I prefer the beach! There’s probably more to do there

16. My hidden talent:

I can... clap my hands very loudly? hahah

18. Rainy day or sunny day?:

Sunny! I also like rain a lot tho

21. How I relax after a hard day:

Take a shower, stay in my room for the rest of the day and don’t talk to anybody.. Maybe watch a movie

28. How many piecings I’ve:

I used to have my ears pierced but the holes are now closed up, I was thinking of getting them pierced again..

29. I like makeup:

Not on myself, but I like how people express themselves through it! And I definitely see it as an art form

33. My height:

169cm, 5′6 I think!

34. My age:

35. My birthday:

Sept 11

39. Video games or social media:

Social media! I have phases in which I’m into video games, but it’s been a month since I really played any

41. I’ve visited outside of my country:

I’ve been to Rome, London, Ohio, Mallorca and Sardinia

44. Do you follow some celebrities’ fashion:

Not really, I’ve been looking at suho’s fashion a lot tho haha

45. What do you think about your fashion sense:

I usually dress very basic and comfortable, but since I start uni in the fall, I was thinking about changing up my style a little bit

47. You can do your make up properly:

Nope!

48. You go or used to go to school with makeup on:

49. What colour suits you best?

Black I think

Tagging: @jaeminftstars, @bbyunz, @abunnycotton, @brbcrawlingtokorea, @kafkascupcake, @pcys-1, @bikeryeollie, @baekbbyun, @delhyun have fun!!

#i hope you all haven't been tagged in it yet hhh #sorry if that's the case !!#this was so much fun hehe #tagged in !!#tag games

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moveslikebucky · 4 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens) Additional Tags: lockdown - Freeform, Fluff, Pining, also a mouse is there, First Kiss, Love Confessions, the love language of wax seals, two months shouldn't be a long time for immortal celestial beings, but when you're pining, with art!

Everyone and their mother is writing a Lockdown fic and here is my contribution! Featuring them actually staying apart for the full 2 months, Aziraphale having a lot of introspection and befriending a mouse, and little clips of Crowley sleeping away 2 months of time xD.

My magical airplane friend @akinmytua2 did beautiful and amazing art for this fic and I cried about it a lot; so if you read this for nothing else go read it for her beautiful art and show her some love! <3 <3

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“You know,” Crowley drawls through the phone, “I could hunker down at your place. Slither over and watch you eat cake. I could bring a bottle, a case, of something drinkable.”

And wouldn’t that be something, Aziraphale thinks to himself. Some company right now would be lovely. The burglars had been unexpected but not entirely unwelcome. The thought of Crowley here with him drinking wine and watching him eat sends an all too familiar thrill through him.

Things had been nice lately. More relaxed. Clandestine meetings were now just days spent at the park. Lunch was no longer a means to an end, but something to be enjoyed together. None of the rendezvous points had names anymore (except when Crowley was feeling particularly ridiculous) - they were just places that they visited together. Gazes lingered, hands brushed over glasses of wine. Crowley spent more time sleeping in Aziraphale’s backroom than he ever had in the past. But, inevitably, he’d still wake up and go back to his flat - murmuring something about the plants on his way out.

“Hunkering down” seemed like a lot. There was no way to know how long this would last at the outset. Crowley could be stuck here for months. Lots of time to get sick of one fussy angel; lots of time to remember just how much Aziraphale had done wrong by him.

Besides that…they’re living by the rules of humanity now. Their own side - them and humanity. That’s what they had agreed to during their long lunch at the Ritz all those months ago. This is the important thing, to take care of them, even if it means being apart for a while longer. They’d risked everything for humanity, to save them from the forces of Heaven and Hell (actual level of usefulness notwithstanding). It wouldn’t make sense, none at all, to throw it to the wind now.

“No, I… I… I… I’m afraid that would be breaking all the rules,” Aziraphale stammers out before he can stop himself, falling back on that comfortable old pattern. “Out of the question! I’ll see you… when… this is over?”

He hopes Crowley can’t hear the sadness in his voice. That he doesn’t do what he always does and circles back. Tempt, deny, tempt, give in - their well-worn dance of centuries and millennia. Aziraphale knows if Crowley insisted he wouldn’t be able to say no.

“Right.” Crowley says with resignation in his voice. “Um... I’m setting the alarm clock for July.”

July is so far away, Aziraphale nearly tells him to stop, to not go to sleep. They can chat on the phone again, be with each other that way. Spend time together over this distance with the sound of their voices at least. He says none of this. His coward’s tongue remains silent even as his sadness builds.

“Goodnight, angel.” Crowley says in a voice soft as anything before hanging up the phone. Aziraphale sits in the silence of the darkening bookshop and tries desperately not to imagine hearing that every night.

Across town at his flat in Mayfair, Crowley taps ‘end call’ on his phone. He heaves a heavy sigh, setting a reminder for 10am on July the 1st and rolls over onto his side. It’s not all bad, he’ll see Aziraphale when this is over. Maybe he’ll tell him when all of this is over, the extent of these emotions that eat him up inside. His eyes start to fall shut as sleep begins to overtake him, and he wraps his arms around a pillow pretending that it’s an angel.

Two weeks in and he’s getting sick of it already. Aziraphale has a sweet tooth, of course, but there’s only so far that can go. He’d really love to sit down to a nice plate of gravlax and dill sauce, or maybe a coq au vin. Something luscious with a nice bit of umami. Savory, earthy, perhaps a bit spicy.

For the good of humanity he is stuck here in the shop, so he peruses his cookbook section for something a bit more savory 1. He misses restaurants. He misses the waitstaff; someone else pouring the wine for you is always a bit of a treat. He misses the clean linen tablecloths and opening a menu, starting a new journey of his own with every new establishment. He misses getting to know the chefs, blessing them and their businesses. He misses softly playing music and the chatter of humanity in a background hum around him. He misses yellow eyes behind sunglasses across the table from him. He misses clinking wine glasses together in a toast to whatever the thing of the moment is. He misses a Cheshire Cat smile, mischievous but fond, flashed at him in these moments. He misses…well, he misses a lot of things. Best not to go down that road at the moment. Nothing to be done.

He stops on an old volume called A New Booke of Cookerie , taking a second to smile to himself at how languages change and evolve. He opens it and flips through for a bit, landing on a recipe for, of all things, pickled oysters. “Halfe a pinte of white Wine, and halfe a pinte of white Wine vinegar.” Oysters sound delectable. Though maybe not pickled. But maybe…on the half shell. With some lemon juice and a bit of honey. Mixed with just a bit of wine. Briny and salty, that would be the ticket, just like-

Oh.

Just like Rome. Petronius and those oysters; good wine and good company. That had been the first of he and Crowley’s, well, he didn’t want to say ‘dates’. Actually, he did want to say dates, he ought to say ‘casual friendly lunches’. Right now though, in the still and silence of the bookshop, he can’t quite bring himself to care one way or the other.

He holds the cookbook in his hands and thinks. Thinks about the way Crowley’s long fingers curl around the stem of a wineglass. About how open and unguarded Crowley is while he drinks his espresso, content to let Aziraphale eat his fill, wanting nothing for himself. About how right now Crowley could be here, watching him eat cake.

And Crowley had said that, hadn’t he? Aziraphale hadn’t imagined it, he’s sure. An odd thing to want to do with a friend, outside of an eating establishment at least.

He puts the cookbook back on the shelf and sighs, not feeling much like cooking anything now. He has an old Milton that needs re-binding, he’ll distract himself with that for now.

Seven weeks left to go.

Snrrtt

In a flat in Mayfair, under artificial pitch black darkness (bit of a demonic miracle), a demon snores away. He snuggles up to his pillow, arms still wrapped around it. A faint mumble that could possibly sound like “Aziraphale” escapes from his lips as he continues to sleep.

Skitter skitter skitter

The scratching and skittering is driving Aziraphale up the proverbial wall. Soon enough, possibly the actual wall, if that’s where he has to go to get away from them.

Currently, he’s on his hands and knees with a broom handle, arguing with a very stubborn little mouse. It’s taken up residence under one of the larger bookshelves and refuses to see reason2. All the mouse does is stare at him with his beady little eyes while he rubs his tiny hands together.

Aziraphale does not trust the tiny little hands. Too much mischief.

He has his face pressed to the floorboards, one eye closed. He can see the mouse there, sniffing at the broom handle. He’s trying to be gentle, moving the handle slowly, trying to coax the little thing out of hiding. “Come on then, little one, not gonna hurt you,” Azirpahale coos at it through gritted teeth. “Just going to catch you and drop you outside, everything will be tip top then.”

The mouse stares at Aziraphale.

Aziraphale stares at the mouse.

The next events happen in such quick succession that they must be broken down accordingly: The mouse, sensing impending danger, shoots forward directly towards Aziraphale’s face. Aziraphale, sensing an impending mouse, jumps back and screeches in a high pitched tone that only occurs when one hits the high notes in some of the harder celestial harmonies. The shelf behind him, sensing an impending angel, braces for impact as he knocks into it. Twelve of the books on the shelf, sensing impending floorboards and being able to do nothing about it, fall with various thunks and thuds, most of them landing directly on Aziraphale’s head.

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#link #fic #my fic #good omens #good omens lockdown #ineffable husbands #crowley #Aziraphale #and there's mouse there #his name is Theodore #my good friend Tarek drew amazing art for this fic and you can see it on AO3 or in the post I'm about to reblog from her XD

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the-writing-dump-bin · 5 years

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Summer Dress

Caesar Zeppeli/ female reader

SFW

The city looked exactly how you remembered it. The beautiful architectures stood around you; tourist stopped and took pictures.

It had been quite a while since you were home, having left for schooling a few years before. But school wasn't the only reason you left.

When you were younger, you had met a boy with blonde hair and amazingly green eyes. You had became friends with him fast and even developed a crush on him. It seemed he liked you, too, since he came around often to ask if you wanted to hang out. Sitting by the riverbank, surrounded by the nearby sunflower field, he would listen to you talk about your day. Every now and then, he would slide closer to you, looking smitten.

One night, you were walking home from a friends house when you heard something from the nearby alley. A cat digging in the garbage maybe? No, it didn't sound like that. It sounded like a steady 'whack' and then a sickly sticky sound.

Curious, you peeked around the corner to see two men. One man was on the ground, laying motionless. The other stood over him, heaving with laboured breaths and holding a wrench.

A gasp escaped your mouth when you put everything together. The man on the ground had just been murdered by the other man with the tool. Frightened, you backed out of the alley as quickly as you could but you bumped into a trash can, causing a loud crash.

The murderer turned around fast and looked in your direction. You couldn't see who it was since it was dark. Scurrying backwards, you tried to get out of there as fast as possible but he was already making his way to you, bloody wrench in hand.

"No! Stop! Please, no!" You screamed as the man came closer, but he stopped in his tracks when the light from the main street illuminated your face.

"Y/N...?"

That voice. Your eyes widened and you lowered your arms. "C-Caesar?"

Both of you looked mortified.

Caesar dropped the wrench, it landed with a clang to the pavement and he took a step towards you. When the light shone on him, he was covered in blood from the man he just beat to death; you backed away from him when he came forward.

He stopped, realizing that you were petrified from what you just saw. "Y/N, this... I..." He had no excuses. You had witness something that he had tried so hard to keep from you. Holding out his hand, he nervously tried to help you stand.

There was nothing you could do to stop the tears falling from your eyes. You were scared, surprised but most of all, hurt from watching the boy you grew to like, murder someone right in front of you. Backing farther, you stood on your own. You didn't have anything to say to him; you couldn't say anything. Instead, you ran as fast as possible to your house.

Caesar watched you run away, shame running through his body. Leaning against the wall of the nearby building, he shed his own tears; holding his chest as if he were having a heart attack.

He waited a couple days before approaching your house, only to find out that you had moved away to your aunt's. He also learned that you didn't say anything about what you saw. With his head hung low, he had to accept that fact that you were gone and walked back home.

Enough years had passed and you were now back home. Your aimless walking brought you to the fountain in the town square. You always loved coming here; the splashes from the water was cool on your skin.

Just a few meters from the fountain, Caesar was flirting with a woman who was on vacation. He noticed she was having trouble reading the map and offered to show her around, maybe even get dinner. But that was shortly lived as his eye caught the sight of something.

Your sunflower patterned dress blew in the gentle, Italian breeze as you skimmed your hand across the surface of the water.

He couldn't believe it. There you were, his lost love, standing right in front of him. It was like the woman he was talking to didn't exsist anymore. He could only see you.

"Y/N?"

You spun to the mention of your name. When you looked at the man who called you, you were taken with shock and surprise. Caesar sure grew since the last time you saw him, being very broad shouldered and well fit. His hair was a little longer and those emerald eyes sparkled. "Caesar..." You spoke with a hushed tone.

"I-It's... It's good to see you." He caustously stepped forward, not wanting you to run away again.

You still felt scared; the horror of that night replaying in your head. But your heart also called out to him. "You as well."

Smiling, he let out a breath, happy to hear your voice. "I heard you moved away for school. Did that go well?"

"Yes."

Caesar nodded. He could tell you were on guard with him, he didn't blame you for being so scared of the young delinquent he was. "Look, I understand if you're afraid of me, but I want to let you know that that's not me anymore. Something happened after you left and I turned my life around."

When you didn't respond right away, he grabbed your hand, his thumb rubbing the back of it. You wanted to pull away, but your body stayed still; his familiar touch bringing back the wonderful memories you and him shared.

"Have dinner with me, please."

Looking at him, you could see the hope he had in eyes. Once upon a time, you wouldn't have hesitated to spend your time with him. But your view changed when you witnessed what had happened. "Caesar... I don't..."

Caesar gave your hand a small squeeze and let go, head bowing with the same shame he felt that night. "I understand." He said, disappointment wavering in his voice. "It was good to see you again. Goodbye." He turned and stuffed his hands in his pockets and slowly made his way down the street.

Your heart ached while you watched him make his way through the crowd of people around the fountain. You could feel your throat tighten with emotion. Had he really turned his life around from murdering people? You still had feelings for him; those never really could go away. Moving away didn't help either. Though you were riddled with fear from the horror of the night, there wasn't a day where you didn't think of your childhood love. "Caesar! Wait!"

Caesar stopped and turned to see you running towards him, your dress bouncing around you.

"We... We could have dinner." You smiled, but not without feeling nervous about being alone with him.

Caesar's smile was filled with excitement and happiness. "Y/N, thank you. I have so much to tell you. Can we meet around seven?"

"Of course. Where did you have in mind?"

Stepping closer, he caressed your cheek, looking deeply into your eyes. "You know where."

"Caesar!"

The voice of a man shouted from the crowd. He made his way to the two of you. He looked to be the same age and built a little larger than Caesar. "Damn it, Caesar, we have somewhere we need to be. Stop fooling around and hitting on every woman you see!"

"Joseph, shut up!" Caesar hissed. Turning back to you, he chuckled nervously. "Y/N, this is Joseph Joestar, he's...a friend." He seemed pretty reluctant to call him that word. "Joseph, this is Y/N. She's an old friend of mine." He didn't have a hard time call you a friend.

"Hello."

Joseph greeted you but then tugged on Caesar's arm. "Lets go, you girl-crazy maniac."

Your eyebrow raised as looked at Caesar suspiciously. "'Girl-crazy maniac'?" You repeated.

Joseph was a dead man. Caesar stumbled over his words, trying to get the right thing to say. "Um, I may have had a couple of girlfriends in the last few years..."

"Years?" Joseph crossed his arms. "Try the last few days."

Caesar grit his teeth and grabbed the young Brit by his collar. "I swear to god, Joseph, shut the hell up!"

"Caesar..."

He let go of Joseph's shirt and looked back you. Your smile warming his heart.

"I'll see you at seven."

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Outside the city was were the farm houses resided. It was also where you used to live, but your parents sold the house shortly after you left.

You kicked stones down the dirt road that lead down to the riverbank where you spent a lot of your younger days with Caesar; the tall sunflowers blowing with the wind. The tree that the two of you once shared came into view and you could see the silhouette of his form sitting underneath it.

When you approached, he stood up and greeted you. "I'm glad you came. I made us a picnic, you know, like old times."

A blanket was spread out over the grass, plates and glasses set up neatly by a large, wicker basket. A bottle of wine was also visible. "I don't think we had wine during our picnics." You smirked and sat down.

"Ah, yeah. I guess that was a last minute grab." He sat with you and poured the liquid into the two glasses. "I'm glad you gave me a chance. I really missed you."

"I missed you too." You admitted. "I told everyone that I wanted to leave for better schooling, but we both know why I left."

Caesar couldn't look at you. That man's life wasn't the only thing that was taken that night. After you left, he felt like he himself died as well.

"Listen, Y/N, I'm really sorry for what I did. After my dad left me and my siblings, I turned to crime without thinking of the consequences. When you left, I felt sadness along side my anger. Then something happened and I went to Rome to focus on some training. I left the life of crime and violence behind and started a new life."

"Training? Is that why you're so buff now?"

"Er, um... Yes?"

When you didn't believe him, he showed you something magical. Waving his hands, bubbles formed around you. "Wow." You gasped.

"I went to Rome to hone in on this ability, then I came back here. I met Joseph just a couple days ago. He has a similar power except he can't makes bubbles."

"I like the bubbles." You sipped at your wine.

The setting sun made the beautiful Italian countryside glow with an orange hue. "I forgot how pretty this looked." You said, staring out at the field of sunflowers. "They were your favourite flower, weren't they, Caesar?"

"You remembered." He said with a grin. His finger traced the outline of one of the sunflowers printed on your dress. "They always reminded me of the times we spent here, so they became my favourite. Every time I seen one, I would think of you."

You blushed but then you remembered what his friend Joseph said earlier about him being girl-crazy. "You've grown into quite the charmer these last four years. Tell me, Caesar Zeppeli, how many girls do you bring up here?"

"You're the only woman I would ever come here with, Y/N. This is our spot. No one will take that away."

Turning to you, he took your hands in his.

"There wasn't one day that I didn't think of you. Yes, I've dated and been with many other girls, but none of them ever filled the void in my heart when you left. I don't expect you to forgive me for my past and I wish every day I could take it back if I knew I would end up losing you the way I did. I love you, Y/N. I always have and I always will."

You could tell he meant it just by the look in his eyes. You loved him too and wished you hadn't gone four years without him.

He shuffled closer, just like he used to, and ran his hand over your bare leg.

Your foreheads touched as you stared in each other's eyes lovingly. Then lips connected.

Back in the day, you two had shared your first kiss under this same tree, but it was nothing like this. Are and experience definitely played a factor here.

Caesar's hand began wandering up your back and tugged at the zipper on the back of your dress.

Your own hands started picking away at his clothes when you suddenly realized where you were. "Maybe we should find a more private spot, Caesar. We're kind of out in the open."

Caesar smiled and pulled back. Helping you stand, he guided you into the field of sunflowers. The plants were tall and long enough that it would hide your actions. "I can't think of a better reunion with you, my beautiful sunflower."

#jojo #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojos bizarre adventure #my fic #my writing #writing #caesar zeppeli #caesar x reader

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nathancone · 4 years

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A Second Decade of Movies

Ten years ago on Facebook, I compiled a list of every movie I watched, in order, from the first decade of the network’s existence. Now, here’s part two, covering the years 2010-2019. There are 754 titles below, though some are repeat viewings. The movie I watched the most? Harold Lloyd in “The Freshman.” My favorite movie from the last decade? “The Tree of Life.”

But I began the 2010s with James Cameron’s mega-hit “Avatar.” I’ll go on record saying the movie is still enjoyable ten years later, as I watched it again in 2019 with my kids to prep for visiting the World of Pandora at Disney’s Animal Kingdom. But--I also agree with those who say there’s little remembered from the film in the culture today. Can you name the stars? Recount the plot in detail? Mostly what we remember from the film is the spectacle of it all, game-changing when it was released in 2009.

At any rate, enjoy the list below! If a title is hotlinked, it will take you to an essay, interview, or related coverage on the film by yours truly.

1. Avatar 2. I Walked With A Zombie 3. The Paradine Case 4. Whip It 5. The Body Snatcher 6. Coraline 7. Everybody’s Fine 8. The Blind Side 9. The Hurt Locker 10. Citizen Architect 11. Fantastic Mr. Fox 12. Dance With the One 13. The Happy Poet 14. When I Rise 15. Mr. Nice 16. Lemmy 17. Haynesville 18. Rashomon 19. Cabin in the Sky 20. Toy Story 2 21. Being There 22. Modern Times 23. Iron Monkey 24. Kiki’s Delivery Service 25. Alice In Wonderland 26. WALL·E 27. Goldfinger 28. A Fistful of Dollars 29. The Red Shoes 30. M. Hulot’s Holiday 31. When In Rome 32. Toy Story 3 33. The Godfather 34. White Heat 35. The Girl on the Train 36. Mary Poppins 37. Kapò 38. Dr. Strangelove 39. White Dog 40. Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home 41. Scoop 42. Katyn 43. Metropolis 44. Days of Heaven 45. Shane 46. Ramona and Beezus 47. Duck Soup 48. Pillow Talk 49. Monte Carlo 50. Persona 51. The Powderkids 52. Machete 53. THX 1138 54. Ran 55. Fantasia 2000 56. Contempt 57. The Big Red One 58. Mid-August Lunch 59. McCabe & Mrs. Miller 60. Casablanca 61. The Last Song 62. Close Encounters of the Third Kind 63. Sherlock, Jr. 64. The Thin Red Line 65. Modern Times 66. Fantasia 67. Mon Oncle 68. Stagecoach 69. Hallelujah 70. Mademoiselle Chambon 71. Double Take 72. Black Swan 73. Tangled 74. The King’s Speech 75. TRON: Legacy 76. A Safe Place 77. The King of Marvin Gardens 78. Wings of Desire 79. Head 80. The Social Network 81. Drive, He Said 82. The Fighter 83. Gold Diggers in Paris 84. The Gay Divorcee 85. The Love Parade 86. 127 Hours 87. Never Let Me Go 88. Forrest Gump 89. A Film Unfinished 90. How To Train Your Dragon 91. Modern Times 92. Malcolm X 93. When I Rise 94. Inception 95. The Kids Are All Right 96. A Time For Drunken Horses 97. Our Hospitality 98. The Ghost and Mrs. Muir 99. The Mikado 100. Something Ventured 101. Five Time Champion 102. Natural Selection 103. Kumare 104. F#$k My Life 105. Hesher 106. Small, Beautifully Moving Parts 107. Win Win 108. Beats of Freedom 109. Topsy-Turvy 110. Taken By Storm 111. I Am a Fugitive From a Chain Gang 112. Army of Shadows 113. The Life of Emile Zola 114. Rio 115. East of Eden 116. The Drummond Will 117. Cooper 118. Marriage Italian Style 119. Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow 120. Sunflower 121. Salt of This Sea 122. Casablanca 123. The Happy Thieves 124. The Art of Getting By 125. Patty Hearst 126. Breathless 127. The Tree of Life 128. Nora’s Will 129. Mr. Popper’s Penguins 130. My Man Godfrey 131. The Muppet Movie 132. Back to the Future 133. Back to the Future Part II 134. Back to the Future Part III 135. Rear Window 136. Q: The Winged Serpent 137. Cars 2 138. The Godfather Part II 139. Super 8 140. Dazed and Confused 141. All Night Long 142. The Tree of Life 143. Winnie the Pooh 144. M. Hulot’s Holiday 145. Snow Flower and the Secret Fan 146. A Thousand Clowns 147. Tokyo Story 148. The Smurfs 149. The League of Gentlemen 150. Malcolm X (1972) 151. Late Spring 152. Ladies & Gentlemen the Rolling Stones 153. The Princess Bride 154. Hud 155. The Boys 156. Poetry 157. Waking Sleeping Beauty 158. Martha Marcy May Marlene 159. Seduced and Abandoned 160. The Nightmare Before Christmas 161. The Third Man 162. Dressed To Kill 163. Echotone 164. Straw Dogs (1971) 165. Sapphire 166. Broken Embraces 167. The Wild One 168. La Belle et la Bête 169. The Tree of Life 170. Beauty and the Beast 171. Killer’s Kiss 172. The Producers 173. Camille (1921) 174. She’s Gotta Have It 175. La Belle et la Bête 176. The Descendants 177. Hugo 178. The Muppets 179. Another Earth 180. Rise of the Planet of the Apes 181. Alvin & the Chipmunks: Chipwrecked 182. The Artist 183. Arthur Christmas 184. The Curious Case of Benjamin Button 185. Midnight in Paris 186. War Horse 187. The Whistleblower 188. The Great Waltz 189. Manhattan 190. Annie Hall 191. The Help 192. Moneyball 193. Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close 194. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 2 195. The Lorax 196. Kid-Thing 197. Zodiac 198. Hunky Dory 199. Wolf 200. Tchoupitoulas 201. 21 Jump Street 202. Crulic: The Path to Beyond 203. The Imposter 204. The Descendants 205. Victim 206. Revenge of the Electric Car 207. We Bought a Zoo 208. Titanic (3D) 209. Shame 210. The Jazz Singer 211. For Greater Glory 212. Lola Versus 213. The Avengers 214. Prometheus 215. Citizen Kane 216. Brave 217. Rio Bravo 218. The Black Hole 219. Thunder Soul 220. The Gold Rush 221. Children of Paradise 222. The Natural 223. An American in Paris 224. North By Northwest 225. Harold and Maude 226. Killer Joe 227. Gilda 228. Miss Bala 229. Bride of Frankenstein 230. The Graduate 231. Madagascar 3 232. Close Encounters of the Third Kind 233. Star Trek VI: The Final Frontier 234. TRON: Legacy 235. Rise of the Guardians 236. Lincoln 237. Finding Nemo 238. Hitchcock 239. The Illusionist 240. Les Misérables 241. A Christmas Story 242. Kit Kittredge: An American Girl 243. Silver Linings Playbook 244. The Apple Dumpling Gang 245. Zero Dark Thirty 246. Wreck-It Ralph 247. On the Waterfront 248. The Life of Pi 249. Argo 250. Bag It 251. Loves Her Gun 252. Good Night 253. Mud 254. Museum Hours 255. This Is Where We Live 256. Unreal Dream: The Michael Morton Story 257. Sake-Bomb 258. The Girl 259. Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore 260. Return to the Hiding Place 261. The Purple Rose of Cairo 262. To The Wonder 263. Epic 264. There Will Be Blood 265. Star Trek Into Darkness 266. Lawrence of Arabia 267. The Birds 268. Star Trek: First Contact 269. Barry Lyndon 270. Star Wars: A New Hope 271. Saboteur 272. Hell’s House 273. Of Human Bondage 274. The Flowers of St. Francis 275. Monsters University 276. Old Joy 277. Out of Africa 278. Safety Last! 279. The Killing 280. A Night To Remember 281. Singin’ in the Rain 282. Sherlock, Jr. 283. The Smurfs 2 284. Planes 285. Sicko 286. Brief Encounter 287. Meek’s Cutoff 288. Wendy and Lucy 289. Side By Side 290. A.I. Artificial Intelligence 291. Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs 2 292. Powaqqatsi 293. Machete Kills 294. Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back 295. The Royal Tenenbaums 296. Moonrise Kingdom 297. Bottle Rocket 298. The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou 299. The Exorcist 300. The Darjeeling Limited 301. Dreamgirls 302. Dallas Buyers Club 303. Brewster McCloud 304. Cruising 305. City Lights 306. Saving Mr. Banks 307. Frozen 308. Lili 309. The Gold Rush 310. Ninotchka 311. 12 Angry Men 312. Lone Survivor 313. Her 314. The Nut Job 315. Cool It 316. American Hustle 317. Money and Medicine 318. Life Itself 319. The X From Outer Space 320. Captain Phillips 321. A Cat in Paris 322. Le Ciel est à Vous 323. Las Marthas 324. Rezeta 325. La Jaola de Oro 326. Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory 327. Clue 328. Gravity 329. Nebraska 330. The Lego Movie 331. Up 332. Liv & Ingmar 333. Before Midnight 334. Two Weeks in Another Town 335. Rio 2 336. All Is Lost 337. The Great Mouse Detective 338. The Adventures of Robin Hood 339. Stephen Tobolowsky’s Birthday Party 340. Belle 341. Bottled Up: The Battle Over Dublin Dr Pepper 342. My Dinner With Andre 343. Harry Dean Stanton Partly Fiction 344. The Lego Movie 345. Bears 346. The Nightmare Before Christmas 347. Contempt 348. How To Train Your Dragon 2 349. Vertigo 350. Gojira 351. The Wizard of Oz 352. 12 Angry Men 353. A Hard Day’s Night 354. Network 355. Picnic At Hanging Rock 356. Get On Up 357. E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial 358. The Drop 359. The Match Factory Girl 360. Dawn of the Planet of the Apes 361. Superman 362. Horse Feathers 363. I Married A Witch 364. The Grand Budapest Hotel 365. Il Sorpasso 366. Conde Drácula 367. Boyhood 368. Fun and Fancy Free 369. The Freshman (1925) 370. Intimidation 371. I Am Love 372. Fantastic Mr. Fox 373. The Freshman (1925) 374. The Freshman (1925) 375. Safe 376. Invitation to the Dance 377. Captain America: The Winter Soldier 378. Bicycle Thieves 379. Sherlock, Jr. 380. Whiplash 381. Ida 382. Tron 383. Return of the Jedi 384. Petting Zoo 385. Western 386. Cinderella (2015) 387. Lamb 388. Babysitter 389. The Thin Blue Line 390. Vernon, Florida 391. Gates of Heaven 392. Purple Rain 393. Sullivan’s Travels 394. Star Wars: Episode I 395. Safety Last! 396. Jesus Christ Superstar 397. Anatomy of a Murder 398. Mary Poppins 399. Inside Out 400. Love & Mercy 401. A Star Is Born (1954) 402. The Princess and the Frog 403. The Freshman (1925) 404. Zazie dans la Métro 405. The Treasure of the Sierra Madre 406. Lilo & Stitch 407. Monkey Kingdom 408. Foreign Correspondent 409. The Princess Bride 410. Tomorrowland 411. Rome: Open City 412. A Hard Day’s Night 413. Star Trek: Generations 414. The Roaring Twenties 415. Following the Ninth 416. Samantha: An American Girl Holiday 417. He Named Me Malala 418. Wings of Life 419. Singin’ in the Rain 420. The Peanuts Movie 421. Spotlight 422. The Good Dinosaur 423. Fantasia 2000 424. Reel Injun 425. It Happened One Night 426. Star Wars: The Force Awakens 427. Star Wars: Episode II 428. Concussion 429. One Hour With You 430. Enchanted 431. A Room With A View 432. The Hateful Eight 433. Speedy 434. Time Out of Mind 435. Cinderella (2015) 436. The Lady Vanishes 437. Naqoyqatsi 438. Suzanne’s Career 439. Bear Country 440. The 100 Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window… 441. Bandidas 442. Star Wars: The Force Awakens 443. Virtuosity 444. The Big Short 445. Two Days, One Night 446. The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe 447. Bridge of Spies 448. Brooklyn 449. Michael Jackson From Motown To Off The Wall 450. Tower 451. Transpecos 452. Last Night at the Alamo 453. Claire In Motion 454. Zootopia 455. Bodyguard 456. W. 457. The Adventures of Pepper and Paula 458. The Jungle Book (2016) 459. �� Star Wars: The Force Awakens 460. Captain America: Civil War 461. What About Bob? 462. Love & Friendship 463. Dial M For Murder 464. Garfield 465. Ben-Hur 466. To Kill A Mockingbird 467. Citizenfour 468. Finding Dory 469. Ant-Man 470. The Quiet Man 471. The Peanuts Movie 472. The BFG 473. My Dinner With Andre 474. Children of Men 475. The Last Temptation of Christ 476. The Secret Life of Pets 477. Chimes At Midnight 478. Brewed in the 210 479. Saturday Night Fever 480. The New World 481. Who Framed Roger Rabbit 482. Walt & El Grupo 483. Saludos Amigos 484. The Jungle Book (2016) 485. The Last Picture Show 486. Beetlejuice 487. The King and I 488. Ride in the Whirlwind 489. Dracula 490. The Angry Birds Movie 491. The Sword in the Stone 492. Queen of Katwe 493. The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad 494. Beetlejuice 495. Dracula 496. Arrival 497. Tron: Legacy 498. Akira Kurosawa’s Dreams 499. Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them 500. Boomerang (1947) 501. Safety Last! 502. South of the Border 503. Honey, I Shrunk The Kids 504. Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them 505. Jiro Dreams of Sushi 506. Rogue One 507. Moana 508. Once 509. Redes 510. Max Dugan Returns 511. Amadeus 512. The New World 513. 13th 514. Star Trek III: The Search for Spock 515. Yarn 516. Paddington 517. Hidden Figures 518. Doctor Strange 519. The Lego Batman Movie 520. Clue 521. The Honor Farm 522. Mr. Roosevelt 523. La Barracuda 524. The Ballad of Lefty Brown 525. Beauty and the Beast (2017) 526. Cat People 527. The Adventures of Tintin 528. The Freshman (1925) 529. The Artist 530. Day for Night 531. Stranger on the Third Floor 532. Twentieth Century 533. Modern Times 534. Alien: Covenant 535. Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Long Haul 536. Norman 537. Casablanca 538. Captain Underpants: The First Epic Movie 539. Alvin & the Chipmunks: Road Chip 540. The Man Who Knew Too Much 541. Cars 3 542. The Sugarland Express 543. Redes 544. School of Rock 545. Duck Soup 546. Cat People 547. Tower 548. War for the Planet of the Apes 549. Pete’s Dragon (2016) 550. Richard Linklater: Dream Is Destiny 551. The Double Life of Veronique 552. Dunkirk 553. The Adventures of Robin Hood 554. Something Wicked This Way Comes 555. Young Frankenstein 556. Duck Soup 557. Tampopo 558. Beggars of Life 559. Tender Mercies 560. The Princess and the Frog 561. Rogue One 562. Steve Jobs 563. Despicable Me 3 564. Close Encounters of the Third Kind 565. Koyaanisqatsi 566. Honeysuckle Rose 567. Wonder Woman 568. Creed 569. North By Northwest 570. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets 571. The Nightmare Before Christmas 572. Altered States 573. Dealt 574. Star Wars: The Force Awakens 575. My Cousin Rachel (2017) 576. Get Out 577. Planet of the Apes (1968) 578. Tomorrowland 579. Justice League 580. The Disaster Artist 581. Thor: Ragnarok 582. Beneath the Planet of the Apes 583. Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me 584. The Philadelphia Story 585. Escape From the Planet of the Apes 586. Ferdinand 587. Star Wars: The Last Jedi 588. Darkest Hour 589. Coco 590. Dunkirk 591. Phantom Thread 592. Paddington 2 593. Arrival 594. Spider-Man: Homecoming 595. Conquest of the Planet of the Apes 596. Our Souls at Night 597. Mudbound 598. The Post 599. Germany Year Zero 600. Trading Places 601. The Shape of Water 602. Black Panther 603. Logan 604. The Simpsons Movie 605. Wings 606. Miss Congeniality 607. Never Cry Wolf 608. Something Wicked This Way Comes 609. Pride and Prejudice (2005) 610. Moana 611. Ready Player One 612. Viva Max 613. Red River 614. Bridget Jones’s Baby 615. Avengers: Infinity War 616. The Sugarland Express 617. Selena 618. Peaceful Warrior 619. Spider-Man 2 620. Stagecoach 621. The Godfather, Part III 622. Solo: A Star Wars Story 623. Jaws 624. Peter Pan 625. The Day the Earth Stood Still 626. Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs 627. Won’t You Be My Neighbor? 628. Daughters of the Dust 629. Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan 630. Time Bandits 631. Incredibles 2 632. Avatar 633. On the Waterfront 634. Forks Over Knives 635. It Happened One Night 636. Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl 637. Ant-Man and the Wasp 638. A Quiet Place 639. Full Metal Jacket 640. The Thin Blue Line 641. The Ballad of Gregorio Cortez 642. Teen Titans Go! To The Movies 643. The Reluctant Dragon 644. Tokyo Story 645. The Karate Kid (1984) 646. Blazing Saddles 647. The Black Cauldron

648. Back to the Future 649. 2001: A Space Odyssey 650. Blaze 651. In Old Arizona 652. Crazy Rich Asians 653. Ocean’s 8 654. Star Wars: A New Hope 655. The Tree of Life (Extended Cut) 656. First Man 657. Food, Inc. 658. Napoleon Dynamite 659. Halloween (2018) 660. Christopher Robin 661. Battle for the Planet of the Apes 662. Paris, Je t’aime 663. Breakfast at Tiffany’s 664. Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald 665. Back to the Future, Part II 666. Koyaanisqatsi 667. Creed II 668. True Stories 669. Ralph Breaks the Internet 670. Spider-Man Into the Spider-Verse 671. The Last Command 672. Mary Poppins Returns 673. The Primary Instinct 674. Rise of the Planet of the Apes 675. An Inconvenient Truth 676. A Christmas Story 677. BlacKkKlansman 678. Annihilation 679. A Star Is Born (2018) 680. That’s Entertainment, Part 2 681. Close Encounters of the Third Kind 682. Teen Titans Go! To The Movies 683. Back to the Future, Part III 684. Stranger Than Paradise 685. On the Basis of Sex 686. Bohemian Rhapsody 687. The Favourite 688. First Reformed 689. Dawn of the Planet of the Apes 690. Cold War 691. They Shall Not Grow Old 692. The Iron Orchard 693. Free Solo 694. Captain Marvel 695. The Little Mermaid 696. Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End 697. Wasted! The Story of Food Waste 698. Green Book 699. La Bamba 700. Running for Good 701. Us 702. War for the Planet of the Apes 703. I, Tonya 704. Avengers: Endgame 705. Amazing Grace (2019) 706. Shazam! 707. Testament 708. Vice 709. Raiders of the Lost Ark 710. The Umbrellas of Cherbourg 711. Planet of the Apes (2001) 712. Aladdin (2019) 713. The Ballad of Gregorio Cortez 714. Detour 715. The Hitch-Hiker 716. The Border 717. Toy Story 4 718. Flight 719. Do the Right Thing 720. Midnight Cowboy 721. Spider Man: Far From Home 722. Some Like It Hot 723. Strangers on a Train 724. Red Hook Summer 725. All That Heaven Allows 726. Cowspiracy 727. Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood 728. Zodiac 729. Wings of Desire 730. The Blues Brothers 731. The Farewell 732. Super Size Me 733. Safety Last! 734. Hustlers 735. Raiders of the Lost Ark 736. The Game Changers 737. Downton Abbey 738. The Body Snatcher 739. The Lion King (2019) 740. Ad Astra 741. The Terminator 742. The Irishman 743. Frozen II 744. Our Dancing Daughters 745. The Castaway Cowboy 746. The Thin Man 747. Linda Ronstadt: The Sound of My Voice 748. Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker 749. Doctor Sleep 750. A Hidden Life 751. Bombshell 752. Fed Up 753. Miracle on 34th Street 754. Brittany Runs a Marathon

#movies #decade in review

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sonicawareness · 4 years

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The Best Albums of 2019

After listening to more than 2000 new albums in 2019, I’ve narrowed my picks down to The 20 Best Records of 2019.

I’ve included 3 essential songs from each pick, as well as a choice lyrical clip and a brief description of the album.

Noting beats actually LISTENING TO MUSIC! So don’t just read my thoughts: follow and listen to the Spotify playlist containing 60 songs from the top 20 albums:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5TWlfWoo54MQ5cYTMmB0RI?si=M_23L6DDRieVuA845A90Pg

01: Yung Gravy - Sensational

Aptly titled Sensational, this debut full-length is a thirty minute party that dances between the hottest trap beats, well-placed samples, and the young Minnesota rapper’s braggadocious persona and ridiculous raps

Hey Alexa, how many bitches can we fit in the Tesla?...Pull up in that Model X with your model ex!

“Whip a Tesla” • “1 Thot 2 Thot Red Thot Blue Thot” • “The Boys Are Back in Town”

02: TWICE - &TWICE • Feel Special EP • FANCY YOU EP

Nine young South Korean women radiate endless energy, bountiful bliss, and some of the catchiest songs to come out not only in 2019 but recent memory

Even when things go wrong, feelings out of control: lessons, to be sure. Be okay, all right! Even a crying face is glittering, filter and laugh! You can return to invincibility, right? Blow off, and we havin’ fun! [Translated from original Japanese]

“Fake and True” • “Breakthrough” • “Stronger”

03: Sublime with Rome - Blessings

Frontman, bandleader, multi-instrumentalist, and producer Rome Ramirez delivers his finest record to date: eleven heartfelt reggae-driven songs that are as well-written as they are masterfully recorded and produced

Watching you feel good tonight: it's your song up on the station, and we don't even know no words. I wanna hear you roll your R’s, singing Spanish in the car, “Dime algo hermosa tonight”.

“Wicked Heart” • “Light On” • “For the Night”

04: Bring Me the Horizon - amo

Cohesive yet genre-spanning (metalcore, hip-hop, electronic, and pop, to name just a few), the sixth album from the English quintet is an emotional yet insightful rollercoaster masterpiece

Before the truth will set you free, it'll piss you off. Before you find a place to be, you're gonna lose the plot. Too late to tell you now, one ear and right out the other one ‘cause all you ever do is chant the same old mantra.

“MANTRA” • “wonderful life” • “i apologise if you feel something”

05: Weezer - Weezer (Black Album)

Expertly produced and instantly memorable, the long-running Rivers Cuomo-driven California quartet is once again in top form, adding yet another fresh and unique — but distinctly Weezer — record to their extensive discography

Don't get mad at me, I'm just being honest. I should have lied, now you're mad at me? I'm just being honest. How 'bout from now on you'll write the script, I'll read the lines?

“Can’t Knock the Hustle” • “Zombie Bastards” • “Living in L.A.”

06: Big Data - 3.0

Like this sophomore album’s lyrical content — exploration of the impact artificial intelligence will have on humans and on the Earth — the latest project from producer, multi-instrumentalist, and mastermind Alan Wilkis is paradoxically dark yet bright; like AI, this album’s execution is equally flawless and Dangerous

I created a monster, it's out of control, it's going to take me...I didn't know what I was making...But now it's coming, coming for all of us!

“Monster” • “See Through” • “Evolution Once Again”

07: blackbear - ANONYMOUS

Vibrant yet dark, personal yet accessible, the fifth album from Mat Musto is a collection of 18 vulnerable, confessional songs told over slick electronic and hip-hop sounds

You drop the bag and ask me how my weekend was. I love that, though. You laugh when I make stupid jokes, and when I went to rehab, you didn't judge me that bad. I struggle with addiction probs, you always got my back. What am I gonna do the day that my drug dealer moves away? Whatever am I gonna say to my new plug? It just ain't the same.

“DOWN” • “HATE MY GUTS” • “DRUG DEALER”

08: Denzel Curry - ZUU

Hit-after-hit of hip-hop bangers pack this album’s half-hour runtime, with a plethora of guests joining the fray but never quite knocking it out like the young Miami native, Denzel Curry

First they mockin', now they hoppin', all on the wave, 'cause they see me poppin'. Big-big-big large pockets, they start flockin'. Here's what I say when they ass keep knockin'...

“RICKY” • “BIRDZ” • “ZUU”

09: DaBaby - KIRK / Baby on Baby

On his two 2019 albums, his first proper efforts after countless mixtapes and singles, DaBaby unleashes his signature, incessant vocals over relentless trap and modern hip-hop beats

Prolly heard I was broke from a broke nigga, prolly heard I'm a ho from a ho! I don't know what you know, I ain't runnin' from no nigga, let’s go!

“BOP” • “OFF THE RIP” • “Suge”

10: Bayside - Interrobang

On their eighth album, the Anthony Raneri-fronted New York natives sound refreshed, focused, and tighter than ever telling their trademark tales of heartbreak and healing

I love that music saved you, and Lord knows it’s saved me too, but songs never love you back, and you never know the person preaching to you...

“Interrobang” • “Prayers” • “Bury Me”

11: The Hold Steady - Thrashing Thru The Passion

Few frontmen can weave an album’s worth of compelling narratives, yet the Brooklyn band’s Craig Finn finds himself on the seventh The Hold Steady album once again delivering ten more engaging, interlocked tales over his band’s fierce guitar riffs and all-too-catchy choruses

Thanks for listening, thanks for understanding: tequila takeoff, Tecate landing.

“Entitlement Crew” • “Denver Haircut” • “You Did Good Kid”

12: Electric Guest - KIN

Sugary sweet, the third record from the California duo promptly polishes any rough few rough edges they once had to deliver a perfectly slick yet quirkily heartwarming collection of eleven easy-listening songs

I'm like, “this mothafucka might sue me, and that mothafucka might boo me”. I'ma keep on goin' to a better day, all this other bitterness can fade away.

“Dollar” • “I Got the Money” • “More”

13: Billie Eilish - WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP, WHERE DO WE GO?

Part punk energy without sounding even slightly punk, part emo diary without being a dashboard confessional, the debut record from American teenager Billie Eilish craftily bounces between genres, haunting sounds, and strange stories

If you think I’m pretty, you should see me in a crown. I'm gonna run this nothing town. Watch me make 'em bow one by one by one.

“bad guy” • “my strange addiction” • “you should see me in a crown”

14: The Cat Empire - Stolen Diamonds

The eighth album from Australia’s The Cat Empire is a full-blown dance party packed with catchy, clever songwriting and a room full of drums, horns, strings, keyboards, turntables, and bass

Operator, please, I can’t get out my head. Tell me where I’m going or where I’m being led. Tell me like an order, and order I’ll obey. Maybe I just thought you said, or did I did I hear you say, “We’re going to ([kill a man]) Kilaman-jaro, jaro…”

“KIla” • “Stolen Diamonds” • “Ready Now”

15: Dirty Heads - Super Moon

Co-frontmen Dirty J and Duddy B return to the beach for the seventh Dirty Heads album, borrowing sounds from across their entire discography of acoustic guitars and witty hip-hop to craft a surprisingly delicate record

I'm a flame, I'm a beacon that won't go out. In the dark, in the rain, I'm your lighthouse. When you can't stand the pain, hope you know now, I'll keep you safe, I'm your lighthouse.

“Super Moon” • “Lift Me Up” • “Tender Boy”

16: TENDER - Fear of Falling Asleep

Dark and uninviting, the second album from this London duo is an intimidating but rewarding listen delicately spiced with just enough hooks to keep you trapped in its atmospheric dreams

I’ll be looking for the scent when it goes cold. I’ve been trying to beat the maze with a blindfold on. I’ve been foraging through mud and sticks searching for that power that don’t exist.

“Closer Still” • “Bottled Up” • “Handmade Ego”

17: Logic - Confessions of a Dangerous Mind / Supermarket Soundtrack

Logic returns once again with countless rhymes delivered over his trademark breathless bars, frequently painting an all-too-vivid picture of a famous rapper struggling to comprehend the world around him

All these comments got me lost in my mind; all these thoughts that I'm having are not mine. I always post that I'm having a good time so my life looks perfect online...

“Homicide” • “Don’t Be Afraid to Be Different” • “Lemon Drop”

18: Tyga - Legendary

More than just a collection of hits, the seventh album from the Compton rapper is well-sequenced and effortlessly laced with hook-after-hook for Tyga to deliver his signature obscene lines about things he self-admittedly has too many [sic] of: money, cash, hoes, cars, clothes, flows

Hey, shut the fuck up, bitch, you know who I are. Point blank range, and I'm shootin' for the stars. You niggas subpar and I just raised the bar. You got Rollies on your wrist, this is Chopard. Slide on your block like a fuckin' go-kart, my nigga A&R, still got an AR.

“Haute” • “Lightskin Little Wayne” • “On Me”

19: The Chainsmokers - World War Joy

The third album in three years from Alex Pall and Drew Taggart (and no shortage of guests) is an easy, light collection of ten slick relationship-focused pop songs that find the duo largely eschewing their dance-centric history

You said, "Hey, whatcha doing for the rest of your life?" and I said, "I don't even know what I'm doing tonight". Went from one conversation to your lips on mine.

“The Reaper” • “Family” • “P.S. I Hope You’re Happy”

20: Bear Hands - Fake Tunes

Brooklyn’s Bear Hands returns with another collection of bright, bouncy songs that ever-so-slightly conceal the trio’s underlying sadness and struggles

I don't see how you think you can come to me, and bitch to me, lay out your problems, like ancient history, like I ain't got no other shit to do. I love you, baby, but my lips are turnin' blue.

“Blue Lips” • “Back Seat Driver (Spirit Guide)” • “Mr. Radioactive”

THE BEST ALBUMS OF 2019

Yung Gravy - Sensational

TWICE - &TWICE • Feel Special EP • FANCY YOU EP

Sublime with Rome - Blessings

Bring Me the Horizon - amo

Weezer - Weezer (Black Album)

Big Data - 3.0

blackbear - ANONYMOUS

Denzel Curry - ZUU

DaBaby - KIRK / Baby on Baby

Bayside - Interrobang

The Hold Steady - Thrashing Thru The Passion

Electric Guest - KIN

Billie Eilish - WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP, WHERE DO WE GO?

The Cat Empire - Stolen Diamonds

Dirty Heads - Super Moon

TENDER - Fear of Falling Asleep

Logic - Confessions of a Dangerous Mind / Supermarket Soundtrack

Tyga - Legendary

The Chainsmokers - World War Joy

Bear Hands - Fake Tunes

#best albums

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euphoricethan · 4 years

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Just Like Railroads - E.D (au)

Summary: Rome. Passionate and hardworking. Always seeing the best in people regardless how many mistakes they’ve made, caring and not disobedient. She’s the whole package deal. There isn’t one thing she can’t do. But when love comes her way, it doesn’t fit right in the palm of her hand.

Word count: 2k.

The Library.

It was never inevitable to her. She knew how to control it, and she also knew there wasn’t a single person that could change her mind.

Romaine. Rome. Nineteen and attending her second year of college at UCLA, living in a small apartment alone, --along side her cat Frankenstein-- watched soap operas and read when she didn’t feel like staring at her television any longer. She often wore comfy clothes (jeans if she was feeling spicy) like leggings and cardigans, big sweaters, etc. Although it was rarely cold enough for her to be wearing her preferred style in the warmer months, the library she worked at was always freezing.

In California, it is a cliché for every girl in the city of Los Angeles to be blonde, skinny, and beautiful. Rome broke all those stereotypes from the day she was born in Good Samaritan Hospital almost Nineteen years ago.

She wasn’t blonde, --that was obvious by the soft light red to hazel curls that rippled around on her head that started about four inches down-- was far from being placed in the ‘skinny’ category, and to her knowledge, was nothing near as beautiful as her friend Kourtney, who of course just by her name, fit perfectly snug into the stereotypes.

Romaine was humble too. Since she worked at the library, she mostly dealt with single moms who send their kids in the playroom they had tucked away in the corner because they couldn’t afford daycare, elders who sat quietly in the corner reading the oldest books they had and asked too many questions about how to run the computers, and young teens who were trying to make public libraries the new clubs.

Everyday, it was the same few people: Mary, who had suddenly became a widow over the summer and placed herself in one of the back tables grieving for her husband; Max, a nine year old boy who hit on her from over the counter; and Mr. Adalance, a kind old gentleman who waited outside every morning for the library to open.

Everything to her was the same; stuck on an orbit.

It was just different people in different scenarios.

Different people in different scenarios is what Rome thought of as love. She was never able to understand that a person could be out on the town, randomly bump into someone, immediately start dating, get married, and have kids in the matter of a year.

She could go on and on to Kourtney as long as she’d listen, but eventually she would just tell Rome: “Calm down, I mean how would you know, you’ve never been in love…” and Rome would start up all over again.

Clearly, Rome hasn’t had a bad first love, or divorced parents that changed it all… she just thinks that there doesn’t need to be a ring or a certificate to bind two people together or in order for them to be in love. And she’d try her hardest not to fall in love because it’s like running with scissors; bound and determined to get hurt at some point as long as you have them in your hand.

She believes that love is real, but she feels it in different ways than most of the other people in her life.

She has love for her parents, her friends, and Frankenstein of course. But romance, isn’t quite her thing. (as much as she reads about falling in love.)

Her whole life, ever since she could possibly remember, was just all a choice rather than fate. She thought, well maybe if I push it away, then I won’t end up heartbroken and just like everyone else in the world.

Years later, when she was walking up to accept her diploma, she realized that love, was a choice. And that she would set herself apart from the rest of the world and be perfectly fine for the rest of her life.

Well, lets face it: she was fine. Until Ethan happened.

She was closing up, her backpack thrown onto her shoulders and her dark orange cardigan hanging down to her thighs. She liked it that way, and to her, it was as if she were still at home wrapped in a blanket.

Rome held the door closed, pushing it more with her foot since Amanda, the manager refused to get better locks for the building because quite frankly, Amanda was a hard-working-business-woman who owned and managed as many small businesses as she could. Which made Rome upset since she didn’t care for the place as much as her and would do anything to get a higher position.

That didn’t matter though, because as long as Amanda was still on a business streak and traveling all over the country buying business after business, Rome had no chance.

Once she managed to lock up completely, she was face to face with a large stack of books sitting near the ATM that was just around the corner.

She furrowed her brows, glaring down at the book-stack while trying to figure out why they were there.

Surely someone hadn’t just dumped them there, right? Why didn’t they bring them in? Is this one of those upside-down-honey-on-your-car things? Why books?

Her questions weren't answered until the next morning after she gently picked up the books while looking around for a creepy guy watching her, but was relieved when she realized someone thought they were closed --which they were-- so they set them down for someone to take.

That morning when she opened up the store, she had nearly had a heart attack to the sudden realization that she had knocked her coffee down onto the pavement and completely soaked her white fluffy cardigan.

“You’re kidding me.” she whispered with a hard sigh and proceeded to quickly walk to the front door where Mr. Adalance was standing waiting for her.

“Good morning love,” he greeted her with a smile.

“Hi.” she rushed out as she fumbled with the keys in order to let him inside.

“You look like you’ve got your hands full,” his soft humor was not appreciated by Rome today.

“Yeah, it’s been a bit stressful I’d say.” she opened the door wide for him.

He made a noise that sounded like a small laugh, and proceeded to step inside the building that was just warm enough to bare with the 40 degree weather that was Los Angeles in the middle of November.

After she had followed him inside and managed to get the place up in running --not that there was much to do in a library-- she made a dash to the bathroom in efforts to try and save one of her favorite clothing items.

“Oh no…” she muttered to herself, taking a damp paper towel to her clothing and seeing that there was no sudden or drastic change.

Rome tossed the towel out, and thought that if she was stocking books or behind the counter keeping Max entertained that she would be alright and she could just wash it as soon as she got home.

When she had walked out of the restroom, she was greeted with an unfamiliar face awkwardly standing at the front counter waiting to be helped.

It was completely normal for someone new to come in once and just ask where things were or if they sold books, but this person looked different.

They were dressed nicely, and had big long dark curly hair that was longer and more full than Rome’s by a long shot. Their complexion was darker than her, with light makeup and the mascara on their eyelashes was perfectly even and placed on each individual eyelash.

She walked slowly up to them, and wrapped herself up into the damp cardigan with a whisper.

“Hi! Are you Romaine?” She asked, a bright smile and straight teeth shining a light in Rome’s face.

She shuffled behind the counter. “Hi, yes that’s me?”

“I’m Aurora; but most people call me Charli.” as she introduced herself, she held her hand out for her to take.

She did, but she was slow and to be honest, she was a little scared.

Was this a new manager? Some relative she never knew she had? An old friend she went to high school with or someone that went to UCLA?

Her questions would forever be forbidden behind her skull until she had enough courage to ask: “Are you taking over for Amanda?”

With a small smile, she shook her head and furrowed her cleanly cut eyebrows. “No, actually, I’m here for training; I’m the new assistant manager.”

Rome’s gut was suddenly heavy. Her insides had filled with a thick tar, and it ran through her veins down to her toes she had lost her balance and had to quickly straighten her knees in hopes of not collapsing.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Um, why don’t you come around and I can get you started.”

After teaching Aurora --or Charli-- the basics of the store, how the computer works, proper shelving for books, the different sections and how to deal with customers, she had finally made it to her lunch break, and was sitting in the back room thinking about rather to be upset or angry or neither of those things at Amanda.

And although her day seemed to be coming off as a rough start, she thought that after finding those books outside the store, spilling her coffee, or finding out that Amanda had hired an assistant-manager instead of giving her the job, she still hoped something --even if it were small-- would make her day a little less stressful.

Nothing else that day had been remotely as bad as the events that took place earlier, but she was fed up with Amanda and having her train a new employee (especially it being a new assistant-manager) without her knowing or having those stupid books left out.

“Like, there is just so many things that happened today!”

“First, after I left and got to work, I spilled my coffee all over my favorite cardigan, then I found a stack of books on the floor near the book return slot, and there was a new assistant-manager waiting for me!”

Frankenstein purred softly into her hand. “I know! Unbelievable…”

After her rant, she crawled completely underneath her covers, letting Frankenstein sit as he pleased and flipped off the light to fall peacefully into her pillowy dreams.

The next day, she was prepared to see Mr. Adalance was nowhere to be found.

She thought maybe he was home, or maybe he was running late; maybe she was.

Until she placed the key into the door to see that it was already unlocked.

Rome had entered the building, seeing a very largely built man with his back facing her as he leaned over the counter.

As her footsteps got closer, she saw Aurora smiling wide— her hands pressed against the counter like she was on the tips of her toes and trying to climb over.

But Rome stayed quiet, and placed her things behind the counter ignoring Aurora and the mans’ conversation.

“Hey, Romaine, this is Grayson.” she said and looked at her in hopes of her responding and sparking a conversation with them.

She looked him up and down— at his arms, his fluffy plaid jacket, his dark hair that was swept stage right and flopped near the left of his forehead.

Romaine wasn’t trying to be rude, but all these little changes and unexpected news was getting the best of her. Which is why she lifted her brows and gave him a small closed-mouth smile before she walked behind Aurora and started stocking shelves.

Later that day, after she had checked out customers and finished her book, she was about to go on her break when Grayson had finally said something to her. “Hey, Romaine, right?”

She stopped in her tracks to face him and stay silent until he talked again.

“Um, did you get any books in? I think my brother might have dropped them off on accident.”

The memory of finding the stack of books outside the store, spilling her coffee, seeing Aurora was all coming back to her.

Not to mention that she had finally found the culprit who she thought at the time was some little nine year old who dropped them off the night before.

“Ask Aurora.” and she took her things to the back to enjoy her break with herself for the ten minutes she had as she left him on the other side of the counter not even saying a simple: “Bless you.” when he started to sneeze multiple times.

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weareasong · 5 years

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Ay, ay, ay

Good to see you

Come on in, let's go

Yeah, let's go, hahaha

Alright, alright, okay, uh

Alright, okay, alright, okay

Return of the Mack

Get 'em, what it is, what it does, what it is, what it isn't

Looking for a better way to get up out of bed

Instead of getting on the Internet and checking a new hit me, get up

Thrift Shop, pimp strut walking

Little bit of humble, little bit of cautious

Somewhere between like Rocky and Cosby

Sweater game, nope, nope, y'all can't copy, yup

Bad, moonwalking, and this here is our party

My posse's been on Broadway, and we did it our way, grown music

I shed my skin and put my bones into everything I record to it

And yet I'm on

Let that stage light go and shine on down

Got that Bob Barker suit game and Plinko in my style

Money, stay on my craft and stick around for those pounds

But I do that to pass the torch and put on for my town

Trust me, on my I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T shit hustlin'

Chasing dreams since I was fourteen with the four-track buzzing

Halfway cross that city with the backpack, fat cat, crushin'

Labels out here, nah, they can't tell me nothing

We give that to the people, spread it across the country

Labels out here, nah, they can't tell me nothing

We give it to the people, spread it across the country

Can we go back? This is the moment

Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over

So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us

Like the ceiling can't hold us

Can we go back? This is the moment

Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over

So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us

Like the ceiling can't hold us

Now, can I kick it? Thank you

Yeah, I'm so damn grateful

I grew up really wanting gold fronts

But that's what you get when Wu-Tang raised you

Y'all can't stop me

Go hard like I got an 808 in my heart beat

And I'm eating at the beat like you gave a little speed

To a great white shark on Shark Week, raw

Tell me go up, gone

Deuces, goodbye, I've got a world to see

And my girl, she wanna see Rome

Caesar'll make you a believer

Nah, I never ever did it for a throne

That validation comes from giving it back to the people

Now, sing that song, and it goes like

Raise those hands, this is our party

We came here to live life like nobody was watching

I got my city right behind me, if I fall, they got me

Learn from that failure gain humility, and now we keep marching, I said

Can we go back? This is the moment

Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over

So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us

Like the ceiling can't hold us

Can we go back? This is the moment

Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over

So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us

Like the ceiling can't hold us

And so we put our hands up

Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oooh, let's go

Na na na na na na na na

Heeeeey, and all my people say

Na na na na na na na na

Heeeeey, and all my people say

Na na na na na na na na

Oooooh, and all my people say

Na na na na na na na na

Mack-le-oh-oh-oh-oh-more

Can we go back? This is the moment

Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over

So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us

Like the ceiling can't hold us

Can we go back? This is the moment

Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over

So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us

Like the ceiling can't hold us

(end)

#music #lyrics #soundcloud #Macklemore #Ryan Lewis #can't hold us

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Excuse the typos Character Asks

Character Asks

Choose a character and a question

Characters:

Indy - sorrowful, wealthy writer

Sage - chipper, eccentric barista

Nova - mischievous, astute activist

Charleut - intelligent, sharp lawyer

Claud - sly, wise police officer

Neal - silent, spontaneous movie director

Lora - sassy, correctional actress

Gray - informational, caring talent agent

Gemini - quirky, strong pet store manager

Havin - easy going, comical interior designer

Gwen - shy, analytical banker

Patches - innocent, wild real estate agent

Doc - practical, blunt attorney

Harry - self-absorbed, glutton realtor

Loa - logical, stringent automotive engineer

Chief - philosophical, misunderstood politician

Jack - gentle, follower gardener

Deuce - mysterious, leader chemist

Roy - lying, nerdy bandmate

Olivia - serving, fiery housemaid

Consuela - altruistic firm casino co-owner

Constance - powerful, creepy casino co-owner

Joy - perky, pragmatic talent agent

Mrs. Feathersby - grandmotherly, assertive cafe owner

Dr. Whyte - optimistic, spiritual surgeon

Jensen - passive, generous nurse

Angeliica - feminist, tactical nurse

Stone - unexpected, remorseless police officer

Atticus - conversationalist, innocent bartender

Admiral - disciplined, sexually busy retired veteran

Mr. Peru - soundful, pacifist butler

Daz - impervious,

Fighting urges horned up searching for meaning feeling breathing living God please forgive these flesh feelings keep dealing me a strain in my pants my brain likes to dance I feel afraid sometimes without Lord I pray your Kingdom come evil need be delivered me from i feel bottom of ocean scum always comes with repercussions dumb didally down fiddling these emotions floating to my head crazed dazed in a hazed Hayes estate

Josiah - trustworthy, there landscaper

Doctor Profit - heartless, gassy teacher * Waiting is a new covenant, so wait patiently and you will see the return of Jesus Christ. * The killer of Casanova Hayes * the unexpected english teacher witha bold moustache piercing blue eyes takes brown skin elegant afro hair nice smile a kind voice whispering elegance peaceful harmonies bird talking chest as proud as the cockatoo merciful tattoos of kazoos and coconuts lustful legs that stood high enough to see the tempest shelf in southern creek high water soloist for sure team player and dauntful

Dawn Delaware fifth sister the child Karen Delaware was pregnant when she disappeared that hot day in Australia critic to town if Ostrasizer England smokes cigars piercing red eyes devilish tongue fierce brutality of the hands southpaws swearer of Osvits Germany ta I want to thank you for being my son my Lord my savior my grace mercy My Redeemer what treasure my everything my all amen

George Carl Bigsby - judgmental, prejudice grocery store owner

Z'riya Turner - affable, southern comfort Mexican store owner

Ashlee | Hectic - smarter than you, has to be right confidently beautiful curves radio talk show host producer

Lefwhich Greenfield - destined Turner of the turntables championship Dr. Profits twin cousin cornball hornball

Nessie - grits thrower, angsty photographer

What do you do for a living

Where's your money go most on

Least on

Where do kids come from 5 year old answer

Topic of the day

Wheres your worst kiss from

Best kiss

Who saw you running naked that one day down the street

Is the cat out if the bag secret bonus

Sandwich ir taco

Spaghetti or hamburger

Waffles or pancakes

Listen to music on low listen on high

Destined to live destined to die

Whi gets to watch what they want you or your spouse nobody who wins the argument

Do stacks stack best left to right or right to left

If I were atop a mountain and u wanted you to hold me would you cry ir ask why

If a donkey had a really bad smell but a really great smile would you hug it

Can you kiss an elephant and remember it

What causes reflections looking within or without

Do stalls needto he further apart or many more single bathrooms

West coast hemisphere easy coast hemisphere

If you could live anywhere and why

Rigamortus would you prefer the body seen or sunseen

Truth be told what's your worst secret

Truth be told who do you live the most

Marry me yes or no after three years

Do the stanky leg or the waltz

Fishing or bowling

Dog sitting or cat sitting

Miscues or misshapes

Music or reading

What do you di when you first wake up

Is there anything to wear in here jeams or slacks for gals dresses or pants

Austin texas or Atlanta georgia

Fila or fubu

Red wine or white wine

Questions or answers

Chess or checkers

Pig or cow

People watching or tv watching

Yes person or no person

Balanced or imbalanced

Perfect or flawed

Half full or half empty

Shark or lion

Chicken or egg

Basketball or football

Softball or baseball

Soccer or rugby

Do you stand tall or stand with a hunch

Breathe in breathe out ornbreathe out breathe in

Angry or happy

Sad or content

Joyful or hateful

Peace through war war through peace or peace through peace

Victory or fail

Thumbs up or thumbs down

Do you talk more or listen more

Effortless or thoughtful

Faithful or hardship

Constipation or diarrhea

Jokester or serious

Golf or nascar

Do you believe in ghosts

Do you believe in werewolves

Do you believe in God

Flying ir driving

Stay at family's house for the holidays or at a hotel

Do you walk in with confidence or doubt

Day person or night person

Early to bed early to rise ir stay up late and ahh *stretches* after 12 pm

Wake up with a hangover dude I cant believe we did that or dude I cant believe we did that!

Lefty or righty

Sauce mixed in with the meat or sauce mixed in with the noodles

Bacon cordon bleu or bacon and eggs

Fitzgerald Jones or Fitzgerald Hawkins

What day do you clean your house

Check mail now when you come from home or later

Dinosaurs did they exist

If we could meet a celebrity who would it be

Why them

Where would we go

If we could meet Jesus without dying what would you say to Him

Why

Beach or mountain

Fiasco or calm

Tupac or biggie

Elton John or Michael Bolton

Lois and Clark or lois and clark Kent

venice or Rome

How much would could a woodchuck chuck

If your brothers dad died and your brother was left alone what would you say

Earthquake or sandstorm

Hurricane or fire

Get shot or get stabbed

Art or home economics

Understanding or pigheaded

Left alone or social butterfly

Apples or bananas

#welcome to my world #oc asks #ocs #original character #original characters #character asks #character questions #main character #main characters #character devlopment #writer

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