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veryberryjelly · 4 months

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fidget

felix catton x fem!reader

cw : none, no mention of y/n.

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

saltburn was your favourite place to be.

you had been spending your summers there since you were 14 and you met felix at school.

at 16 felix decided to kiss you by the lake and you had been inseparable since then.

even at oxford, it was very rare that you'd spend a night alone, either sleeping in felix's dorm or having him over at yours.

your summers at the house were always enjoyable, unless god forbid you fell unwell over the time you stayed there.

and unfortunately, that had happened this year.

you were curled up in your bed, curtains drawn as the burning sun heated up the entire room.

even with the warmth from the sun, the hot water bottle on your stomach and the duvet over your body, you were still shivering.

of course your period had to come on the hottest day of the year, when you would be constantly taking off your covers and putting them back on moments later.

your eyes were clenched shut as you willed yourself to fall asleep so you could wake up and be rid of your devilish cramps.

but of course, that was not what god had in store for you as your boyfriend burst into your room.

" mornin' sweetheart " he said, making his way over to your bed where he sat down , his hand lifting to brush some hair from your face. " what're you doing sleeping in here? i was waiting for you last night "

while you would normally relish in the feeling of felix playing with your hair, right now everything was sensitive and you couldnt take it.

" you were asleep when i came in, didnt want to wake you " you muttered, clearly lying through your teeth as you lifted your hand to move his off of your face, instead choosing to loop your little finger through his.

that was about much touch as you could handle at the moment.

felix was not having that as the reason. you knew he didnt care if you woke him up, as long as he woke up to you in his arms. it was then that he noticed the furrow in your brow and the lick of sweat over your forehead.

" what's up, sweetness? you dont look so good " he said, shifting a little closer to you, his leg lifting up onto the bed so you couldnt avoid this conversation.

you were hesitant, never having discussed this with felix before as there wasnt ever a need to, but the soft movement of him sliding his hand into your practically made you melt.

" i got my period last night, didnt want to stain your sheets or keep you up with my fidgeting " whenever you got cramps it was impossible to get comfortable. no position was good enough to ease the storm in your uterus.

" so you deprived me of your cuddles last night because you didnt want to ruin my sheets? " he asked, his brow raising incredulously.

" didn't think you'd want to deal with my fidgeting either. " you admitted, clutching your hot water bottle a little tighter.

" oh, baby, i don't care. i want to be there for you when you're not feeling good. " he explained, shifting on the bed again so he was sat up agains the headboard. " now because you robbed me of your company last night, you have no choice in letting me take care of you now. " he said with a soft smile.

" you don't have to do that, lex- "

you were swiftly cut off by felix " i dont have to, but i want to. i'm going to get you something to drink, then how would you feel about a bath ?"

you had to admit that sounded amazing, being engulfed in warm water for a little while.

" that sounds really nice " you agreed, lifting your head slightly to rest against his leg, still clad in his pyjama pants. " but dont leave yet "

your final word caused a soft laugh to come from his lips, his hand lifting to rest on your back, the other still clutched in yours.

" okay, we can stay here a while "

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grapejuicestyless · 8 months

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can you do a conrad fic based on sad, beautiful, tragic by t.s.?

Sad, Beautiful, Tragic.

Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

Summery: Y/n is young, naive but not stupid. Conrad had made one too many empty promises for even her to continue believing.

My feet stood cemented on the pavement, stuck to the grounds that lingered in deadly details of him, but never us. Not now, not ever.

I felt like an idiot, showing up now, so late. A random autumn night in Boston. The streets in the city still bustling with life, longing for the scents of pumpkin spice and apple cider. The further into the suburbs you drove, the quieter it grew. The trees became plentiful, black streets becoming canvases of orange and yellow.

We weren’t right. It was obvious. Laurel reprimanded me for this, my great attempts to salvage what little we had left between us. A dwindling flame, a broken glass spilling wine across a pearl white table cloth. She called me a fool, too blinded by what I wanted to work so badly in my head that I refused what was being presented right in front of me.

His snide remarks with his school friends, all much smarter than I. They knew it. I was never a prodigy, a prospect, gifted. Each dig was minor, easily brushed away like dust on the pages of a forgotten story page. But Conrad always had a way with his words, a tongue that made even the kindest comments come out like daggers. Backhanded and cruel, aimed at the naive.

Gullible was never written on the ceiling yet each time he smiled and pointed I looked. I was a scarlet thread, wrapped tightly around his thumb.

When the door opened, Susannah greeted me with a sad smile. Her eyes spoke a thousand sentences, pleading for me to leave, walk away while I still could. But Conrad had promised, promised that if I just gave him one more chance it would be different.

And I believed him. I believed him because when I met him, he was a good man. Shy, sweet, observant. He was charming, and god he was always handsome. The Conrad I fell for never lied to me. If we disagreed, it was quickly resolved.

Now it seemed like each phone call was just another nail in the coffin. Another reason flying by, red flags blowing in the wind begging me to follow, to leave. It was walking on eggshells, fragile. I was clumsy and they broke. I sit alone in my room sometimes, phone beeping to its death, hanging off my shoulder and I forget. I forget all the reasons I am fighting, what I am fighting for.

But then he comes back, just like he always does. A vicious cycle. He throws daggers at my deepest hurts, freshest wounds to have the pleasure to watch me crumble within his grasp. And when I’m too weak to stand, he lifts me back up. Suddenly, my stomach aches, I want to throw up. It’s bubbling up my throat, the guilt is eating at me until I am nothing. How could I ever even forget how wonderful this man is to me, how could I ever want to leave? I wipe my memory of all the nights I spend crying on the floor. We never speak of it, what we’re doing, but the guilty look in his eyes tells me he knows. We both do. I sleep on the floor for another week, I can’t move. I am paralyzed by my heavy heart, a locket around my neck. It’s golden, decorated in whimsical swirls. A picture of Conrad stays with me always, I clench in my fist. I want to rip it off, watch the chain scatter. It weighs me down, I can barely breathe.

I am a good girl, I don’t fight. I stay quiet while Conrad fights himself. I don’t buy into his attempts to work me up anymore. I know that with him, with us, we are destined to see storms. I know better now that once they pass, the sky will clear and the tragedy of it all will fade away. So I wait. I always wait for that moment of clarity. I refuse to think when I’m so worked up.

It’s sad, and it’s beautiful and oh so tragic, the way we dance around each other. How hours ago I was standing outside his door, regretting my naivety, trying to salvage us. Now I sit in his living room, waiting for him with my legs crossed. The melodic ticking of the clock alerts me of the time. I’m cold, my nose is rosy. I let the house capture me in its warm blanket. A sacred place of safety, I smell Susannah, I smell my mother. I see Belly’s old pictures on the wall in frames and Stevens gifts to Jeremiah and Conrad.

“Y/n/n, hey.” His voice is airy, lips pressed to my temple. I didn’t even hear him coming in the deafening ringing of silence in my ears. My eyes shift to his face, but I cannot move.

“Hi Con.” My voice is coarse, tired. It’s so late, my eyes hurt from being open so long. His arms wrap around me as the couch dips beside my thighs. He’s so warm, so gentle now, I find myself drifting away again. Getting lost in the calm, I forget about how devastating the storm was. I haven’t even picked up all my discarded pieces yet. Somehow, I manage to keep giving away more and more, even now. I am not sure how I can afford this.

Our conversation is warm, long. He talks about school and I talk about mine. With us being alone, I miss any snide comments or judgmental stares. He is so much kinder without the influence of others. He is almost the same man I grew up loving.

“You’ll still visit me, won’t you?” He pleads innocently. The look in his eyes is genuine, I almost crumble. A sharp intake of air is stuck in my throat, my brain becomes re-wired.

I remember the sad looks from Susannah, the fights with my mother. I remember how disappointed Belly was when I left again. How Steven yelled and fought until I was gone. Everyone in my life sees it in a bad light and I still managed to miss it.

Suddenly the golden chain around my neck feels heavy again. It hurts my skin, it’s burning the back of my neck. I hold it in my hand, it’s still heavy in my palm.

“Y/n?” His hand is on my thigh, I can’t breathe. My chest heaves, my throat is burning. There’s a lump stuck in my throat. It’s expanding and my eyes hurt. I’m tired, I’m sick, I’m sad.

Standing up, his hands drop from my lap. I close my eyes so I don’t have to look at him anymore. I can feel my lip quivering while I suck in a harsh breath. My eyebrows are furrowed, fists clenched.

“Y/n, hey, baby…” He cooed at me, palm pressing to my cheek. I am inconsolable, irrevocably damaged. Too lost in our beauty to remember the tragedy, the sadness that defines us. That is us.

“Conrad, I’m leaving.” It comes out sticky. Quiet other than my sniffles and his breathing.

“You just got here, did…have I done something?” I feel his hands slip down to my elbows. He holds me in place son the carpet. It hurts, not because he’s holding too tight, but because his touch burns.

“No, Conrad.” My eyes open, I search his blue ones. I get lost in our deep they are, collecting my thoughts. I feel trapped.

“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t. If I stay any longer I’m afraid I won’t ever leave.” His face is blank until it isn’t. It’s shifting, contorting into something that looks incredibly confused, pained.

“What, what are you saying?” His voice is less calm now, raising. Not quiet reaching the level of desperation I can see building inside of him already.

“It’s a cycle, Con, can’t you see it? We’re toxic and it’s sick because we are the ones letting it be this way. We fight but we never talk. You promise me you’ll get better but you never do! I’m tired of trying to be alright when I’m around you! You don’t make me feel good.” It’s off my chest, yet he hasn’t comprehended any of it.

“Y/n, please. We can work through it, right? I love you, I do. Please just, please. I love you, you have to love me. It doesn’t just go away like that, I love you.” He’s crying now. His blue eyes clouded in a dark overcast. He makes me feel guilty. All self respect I have is gone, and suddenly I’m back in his arms.

My head finds its place on his shoulder, I tuck my face into his neck. Not to be close, but because I feel to ashamed to show it after falling so quickly under his mind games.

Silently, I agree with him. Of course I still love him, I always will. So I stay, a fool who got so close, but remained so far away. He presses another kiss to the side of my head and tells me I won’t regret it. When I wake up alone in his bed, cold the next morning, I know I’ve been blinded to another empty promise. It’s so hard to stay when he’s mean, but it’s even harder when he’s sweet. So I pack my things quietly and leave. I won’t visit him at school. Not until he comes home will we see each other again.

Oddly enough, the thought doesn’t drain me. I don’t dread never seeing him for weeks on end. I don’t regret not choosing somewhere closer to get an education simply to be near him. I am relieved he will be gone. My heart keeps beating.

It’s barely a month before I’m stood back in front of him. Only now the carpet is cold cement and his living room is the train tracks. He is in Boston, he’ll never leave. He tries his hardest to get me to stay. He’s the nicest I’ve ever seen him. He’s persuasive, but in our time apart he doesn’t know I see it less as a genuine feeling from him and more as a twisted tactic of manipulation.

“We can settle down, we’re almost out of college. Just me and you and it’ll be great. If you’d only give us another chance.” He pleads, hands not yet on my skin, but he’s so close. I can feel his warm breath on my skin.

“I don’t want that anymore, Conrad.” I try to be kind about it, I try and blame my distance on myself. It is me who is trying so desperately to break things off. He’ll never know it was his cold heart that shattered our beautiful love. But it’s helpless, he won’t stop.

“Then we’ll travel the world. Y/n, I don’t care, I just want to be with you!” He tries again. Yet all his words are the exact same. He’s not even trying to understand me, I feel like screaming.

“No, no.” I reaffirm. I won’t look at him because it hurts me too much. I know if I look at him I’ll stay again. My chest is closing in on me, I can’t help but reach to hold onto it. My pinky grazes the same locket when I do. It’s dainty, but gorgeous. There’s stacks of photos within it. Mostly of Conrad, but a few of my family underneath.

“I’m not understanding, Y/n. I don’t get it?” He’s desperate, the train is coming. Once it pulls up to the platform, if he hasn’t convinced me one last time to stay, I’ll be forever gone. It’s the final fight, we can feel it.

“All we do is fight, Conrad. I can’t fight anymore. I tried to end it earlier and you promised me it would work out, it would stop but it hasn’t! And I can’t do it anymore.” My hands rest on the bends of his elbows. I hold him close, I look into his eyes finally, I want him to understand me, I beg for him to understand me.

“Then let me fix it. Let me make it better, Y/n. Anything, I’ll do anything I just can’t-don’t walk away.” My pleads are deaf on his ears. He doesn’t care about what I want, and it’s apparent now that he never did. He’s selfish, so he only takes. He wants me but he hates to have to deal with me.

“Conrad, stop!” He’s ranting, my voice is loud over his. A few people turn their heads. It’s so late in the evening, they’re only passing. Ready to go home.

My eyes shift around until everyone has gone back to their own business. The breath that leave my chest is heavy, harsh but quick.

“Please, Con. Please just try and listen to me.” My voice is breaking. Not because my leaving is breaking my heart, but because I am tired. I am tired of staying, of being so weak. I am wasting my youth on a boy who hasn’t matured yet. I deserve more, I crave it.

“There’s no amount of fixing either of us could do to mend whatever’s happened between us. We lost it a long time ago. And I’ll always love you, how could I not? You’re everything to me. But you’re not mine anymore, and I can’t be yours.” My hands slip from his skin to my chest. I try an even out my breathing, again I am reminded of my necklace. It feels wrong to still wear his picture around my neck when I’ve already let him go.

Unclasping it slowly, I let the gold gather in my palm. It’s warm from where it touched my skin. It’s rusting form how often it’s been worn, and my neck feels lighter. I ball up my fist, taking his hand over my other one steadily.

When he feels the warmth mixing with the coolness of the pendant, I can see him giving up. He nods, swallowing hard.

When the train comes, I wave goodbye to him one last time. He’s frozen, hand still holding the locket out and eyes still sad. I wonder how long he’ll stay there, I never see him move even as the train pulls away from the station.

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The whirring of the train passing is accompanied by the occasional blowing of its horn. It’s deafening against the heavy silence that’s consumed me. There’s not even a crunch of a leaf to break it. Now that she’s gone, it’s settled in how I’m truly alone. I’ve blown it.

I wait for her to be out of sight. The caboose nothing more than a small speck in the horizon. The moon is high, the wind is chilling. It’s nearly winter in Boston, yet the weather is no where near as cold as my bones. I curl my fingers over her locket, bringing my knuckles to my lips, I breathe over it.

It doesn’t even smell like her. It’s a sad souvenir of pity. She didn’t want me, I’m certain she only gave it to me because she didn’t want a reminder of me either.

I stuff it into my pocket slowly, fingers feeling around the rough cotton of my pants. It sits snug at the bottom of it, right beside the long, handwritten note I prepared for her.

I knew I had my own demons, I know I was a mess. I treated her horribly, I gambled away our love. But this time I was serious. I wanted to fix it. I wanted to make it better.

My words meant little to nothing now. There were no amount of promises I could make when I was already too late.

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slayingqueenchal · 1 year

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Stay away from me, y/n | Regulus black x reader.

Part 1 | part 2

This is abt Regulus feeling really insecure and he thinks he's not worth it for you. You are James little sister. You are a Slytherin in this fanfic, I'm sorry if you're in another house, I'm really sorry.

"I'm going back to my common room, night everyone! " You said. "Night y/n" Said both lily and dorca. "Night, sis" Said James. The others waved a goodbye and so, you left.

Walking to the common room, you passed by to your long time crush's dorm, Regulus black.

"Reggie? " You knocked the door. "What? " He said. It was.. Rough, his voice.

You saw a crying Regulus, sitting in his bed, while his friends weren't there. "Go away y/n! I feel embarrassed! I'm crying! I'm weak! " He sobbed.

"I'm sorry, Regulus, call me if you need anything" You closed the door. You felt bad. His normally happy emotion is almost gone. His eye bags were red, and so we're his eyes and nose.

You went to your dorm with a thousand guesses on why he was sad. But, you slept it out. You quote on quote 'slept' it out, but the truth is your eyes is wide awake. You couldn't sleep.

You overthinked, but you knew you need to sleep, so you tried to sleep, and after a few hours, you slept.

The next morning was Friday,you got up, and got ready to eat breakfast. You sat next to Regulus. He looks sorrow, he was pale. "Reg, are you alright? " You asked while taking your toast and egg.

"Obviously not, y/n, seriously? " Regulus answered,His face looks really annoyed. "I'm sorry I, I shouldn't have said th-" He cuts you off with a "why don't you go with you Gryffindor friends, I'm sure they're better".

"Why? " You asked, but he gave you an aggressive "just go!".you heard a mix of sadness, anger, and jealousy.

"Fine! " You said, taking your plate, and going to your brother. "Hey, y/n, what are you doing here? " Asked James.

You sat next to him, you sat between Peter and James. "Regulus, he isn't in his.. Best mood, it's fine, we'll get along" You answered.

"Woah woah what did he do to you? " Sirius asked, you answered, "nothing, the only... Sort of rude thing was, he told me to sit here, I don't know, maybe I'm just sensitive".

"That's rude" Said Peter. "Is it? " You asked, and all the marauders said 'yes' except for remus. He said "how did he say it, it depends" .

"He told me twice, first time I asked why, second time, a bit aggressive" You answered remus, and he gave a yes.

You sighed while it was time to go to class ; potions class.

"Morning professor slughorn" You nodded. He answered a "good morning, ms Potter". You nodded, then, you sat on your chair. The room was magnificently old, but beautiful.

"Now you want to talk to me? " You asked Regulus. He answered a cold hearted no.

"Sorry, I'll go with Cresswell" You sighed. It was a pattern now.

Since Thursday, he was avoiding you. Sunday passed by, then Monday, then Tuesday, then Wednesday, and those days turn into a week without talking to him.

You tried to talk to him, but he constantly avoided. Today was the last straw, you need to know what happened.

A sunday passes by, and you sat right next to him. "Seriously? " He said.

"Reg, can you follow me for a second" You said. He huffed, and followed you to the halls.

"What do you want, y/n? " He said. "Talk to me, reg, why have you been avoiding me! " You said in a whisper-yell type of way.

"What do you mean avoiding, I'm not! " He replied you. "Yes you are reg, just tell me why, just tell me the truth even if it's rude" You said

"Cause y/n, i love you! But you know? You are way out of my league, your perfect, pretty, smart girl and I'm just Regulus. Even If you love me back we wouldn't work cause you are a Potter! " He blurted out those words.

"Why wouldn't we work, reg? " You asked. "Cause you don't love me, no one does! And, my family hates what they call blood traitors! But, I've fallen in love with you, and I'm sorry that I've been rude to you, I just, don't want us to be more than Friends, it will be hell for the both of us" He gave a long answer.

"I see why now, reg, I'm sorry" You said. He heard a small cry coming out as you left.

He was standing there, left speechless, and guilty.

You love him too, you wish you could say that but, theres too much problems.

I can do a part 2 of this, just tell me if u like, part 2 will be a good ending

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noodlenoises · 5 months

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6 Evil Corporations and Their Fictional Dystopian Counterparts

This took me a hot minute, but it was totally worth it. I did some research on 6 corporations and assigned them their very own fictional dystopian corporation. It's like presenting them all with an award, except the award is shame. Let's begin.

Speculative fiction is, and always has been, political. So it’s no surprise that so many commentaries on the failures of capitalism draw such striking parallels to existing corporations. Evil corporations, some might say. I decided to dig up some info on said existing corporations and present some of their, ahem, alleged activities, assigning them their very own dystopian corporations in fiction…

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homicidols · 25 days

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Homicidols Best of the Year (so far)

We are one half of the way through the Homicidols calendar year (which runs December through November for REASONS) so we thought it was time to make note of the songs, albums and MVs that Team Homicidols have had on repeat for the last six months. This year’s entries so far seem to largely skew to the punk, shoegaze, and dream pop side of the spectrum, with only a few entries dipping their toes…

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thejoyofviolentmovement · 14 days

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New Audio: N'Faly Kouyate Shares Slickly Produced "Kolabana"

New Audio: N'Faly Kouyate Shares Slickly Produced "Kolabana" @namunmanagement @heygroover @romainpalmieri @DorianPerron

Guinean-born, Belgian-based singer/songwriter and multi-instrumentalist N’Faly Kouyaté has had a long-held interest in bridging the distinct worlds he inhabited most of his life: the ancient and the modern, his native Africa and the West. Growing up, Kouyaté received a rigorous and traditional Guinean musical education. When he later relocated to Belgium, he received traditional Western…

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#African Diaspora Music #African music #afro pop #electro pop #indie electro pop #Kolaban a #N&039;Faly Kouyaté #N&039;Faly Kouyaté Premiers Pas #New Audio #New Single #singer/songwriter \#Single Review #Single Review: Kolabana #Single Review: N&039;Faly Kouyate Kolabana

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naturalbornworldshakers · 4 months

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GUNS N' ROSES MELTDOWN | SLASH'S BODY-SNATCHER OVERDOSE THAT BROKE UP THE BAND

Tom Zutaut (who signed Guns N’ Roses) on Slash’s heroin OD, where he died and was brought back to life, that freaked the shit out of Axl Rose… “They found him dead near an elevator in a hotel somewhere. I don’t know how long it took for the ambulance to come but he was blue for a long time, but they got him back. I think Axl genuinely believes that the soul of Saul Hudson left his body when Slash…

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#1980s #1990s #GUNS N&039; ROSES #Rock #Rock and Roll #rock music

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bigangrytrev · 1 month

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Transformers Collection - Cyberverse

And thus the great cataloging of my collection continues. Transformers Cyberverse got off to a slow start. Not a great amount of toys and most of those either Warrior-class or 1-step changers. Also the cartoon was pretty lackluster, it seemed that, like the comics, it was the ‘Bumblebee & Windblade Show’ – two characters definetely overused in recent years. Then in the second year Cyberverse…

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petnews2day · 2 years

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Mum changes dead rat into Slash for Weapons N' ' Roses superfan kid ' s birthday - Leeds Live

New Post has been published on https://petnews2day.com/pet-news/small-pet-news/mum-changes-dead-rat-into-slash-for-weapons-n-roses-superfan-kid-s-birthday-leeds-live/?utm_source=TR&utm_medium=Tumblr+%230&utm_campaign=social

Mum changes dead rat into Slash for Weapons N' ' Roses superfan kid ' s birthday - Leeds Live

Mum changes dead rat into Slash for Weapons N’ Roses superfan kid’s birthday Leeds Live

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#birthday #canine:#changes #dead #for #into #kid #leeds&8211;#live #mum #n&039;#news #pets #rat #roses #slash #small #superfan #weapons #Small Pets News

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thateurosite · 2 months

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🇦🇱 Besa drops hints for Eurovision 2024 staging plans

🇦🇱 #ICYMI: @BesaOfficial has revealed some details on what her staging plans are going to be like. She also gave some reasons as to why she revamped her track to English. Are you expecting #Albania to make it to the #Eurovision final? #ESC2024

Besa, who is representing Albania at Eurovision 2024, has given some hints for what the audience can expect from her performance in Malmö. Besa not to be alone onstage Having won Festivali i Këngës back in December, Besa has been hard at work designing her staging plans. Following the release of her revamped song, “TiTAN”, she is now on the pre-party tour ahead of rehearsals. Now, ahead of her…

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#Albania #besa #Besa Kokëdhima #esc #esc 2024 #eurovision #eurovision 2024 #eurovision song contest #shqiperia #staging #titan #Zemrën N&039;dorë

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veryberryjelly · 6 months

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bookshop and cafe date with jason todd <3

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someone headcanoned that jacob elordi is jason todd and i can't get it out of my head .!!.

models in this moodpboard are not any depiction of s/o, just the aesthetic of the photos

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renerox · 2 months

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SHAKE SOME COVERS! (Original Songs Covered by The Flamin' Groovies)

. This is a collection of songs mostly from 50’s & 60’s that inspired my favorite SF band The Flamin’ Groovies. Early Rhythm & Blues, Rock’n’Roll as well as 60’s beat and folkrock, from Chuck Berry ,Jerry Lee Lewis and Buddy Holly to Byrds, Beatles, Dilan and The Stones, covered on several of Lps were the main influences for Groovies good time R’n’R. I didn’t put all the songs they covered, I…

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#60s #COMPILATION #FLAMIN&039; GROOVIES #ROCK&039;N&039;ROLL #SURFADELIC

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slayingqueenchal · 1 year

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Credence barebone | i miss you.

Total angst, y/n and credence are so in love but, they choose different paths.

You were close with a boy, credence barebone. Lovely dovey, before you split paths.

You wanted to understand what he sees, but it's as if he wanted to stay away from you.

It was when his obscurial got into him. Percival graves blamed him for everything.

"Credence, stop, please! " You screamed. He looks at you, and shoots you.

You never knew what happened next, a blink of an eye and you and credence were not a thing anymore.

What you didn't know was...

"YOU HURT HER, Y/N! " Percival shouted. Looking at your liveless body, credence's obscurial went down.

"You are a monster" Said Percival. Credence walked up to your body. "Y/n, love.. " He kneeled. "You certainly have no rights to call her love, if you do this" Percival 'defended'. He apparated with a tear running down his cheek.

And that's where it all have shown. You two have chosen different path, you chose the 'good path' and he chose the 'bad path'.

It started to show, that he wasnt there for you. You started to over think, what if all of this was just a joke that he made? No way, but, maybe..

You whole heartedly loved him, even with his obscurial. You thought he was but, he's probably not. Every time you met, both of you never say a word, it was.. Always you, who begged him.

The one that pains you the most was, when newt and you had the qilin. You saw three dark figures. "Newt" You said, until a spell was casted from them.

Newt casted a protection spell, that made a luminous glow. Credence. "Run, y/n! " Newt shouted.

You were taken a back, but so was he, but, you made a run for it, because Newt pulled your hands.

You ran, for your life. Before he shoots spells that makes you go down.

You visions were blurry, but you could still see. You heard Newt, he was stunned too.

The only words you could mumble was, a small, but, audible, "cr-credence". You knew you weren't going to get any response but," I know you still have feelings for me, but, our difference of sides make us impossible, I'm sorry y/n, we don't work". And just like that, he left.

From that day on, you felt like shit. You stare at the wall all day, only moving when you really need too.

A day passed by. You stood up, walking to Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore, you're a great wizard" You said. "Is there something that you want, y/n? " He asks. You did. "Yes, you know, can you make people forget about things" You asked and his response was a "yes".

"Can you make me forget about credence" You asked pleadingly. He answered "you love him, but, you're on different sides now, y/n, he's not good but, you know you two love each other, there's no reason for me to erase him from your memory".

"There is, please, I've never felt so lonely in my live before, after we didn't work out it just I don't know, a part of me disappeared" You said. "I want you to think through it first, alright, y/n" Dumbledore calmly said.

"I already did! It's killing me! I was in love with him and God I wish I hadn't! I don't know anything about him anymore, and I just wish to forget him! I cannot with me crying my eyes out everyday" You said. "Y/n..ive experienced with hard love, different sides too, but you must understand that, it's hard.. " He said.

"I'm sorry" You said. You left the room after Dumbledore nodded you too. That day forward, you tried to be happy.

Of course, you met him, again and again, and again. It was until he almost died that you knew why he was doing it.

"Stay away, from me, y/n, I'm a monster, I'm dangerous, I love you,but your an angel and I'm a monster" The words made you melt.

"No, credencde, you're not a monster" You said, helping him get up, with abeforth.

"I love you,y/n, I'm sorry" He said, before passing out.

"Is he going to be alright? " You asked abeforth, but his response was "I hope".

From that day forward you knew why he didn't want to be close to you, he felt dangerous, he feels like he's a monster. He may think he's a monster, but you still love him no matter what.

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