#But he only sees what Sia's willing to show the world

[offsidekineticist]

If Theo has any thoughts to share💎💎💎

Oh, yes, Theo has thoughts. I feel kinda bad because I think this says more about Theo than it does about Sia...but I think, unless Sia went out of his way to be vulnerable, this is probably what Theo would think of him.

Sia is really great at...well...everything. I mean, we both use art to make our companions stronger, but I just yell at them and make them angry. He actually inspires people with his music. And he adapted to being crusade commander with such grace - he stepped into the role so smoothly, you know it never even crossed Galfrey's mind to send him a passive aggressive letter implying all his troops died because he was a showboating glory-hound. I mean, of course not - he's a good Knight-Commander, just by being himself. He didn't have to become someone or something else to do the job. He was already enough.

And he knows it, too! He's got this confidence - this swagger. Like, he walks into a room, and all eyes are on him, and he knows it. And he just eats it up! It doesn't throw him off or anything cuz he's Sia. Of course all eyes are on him. And then stuff goes wrong, and he just rolls with it and improvises and...it works! Somehow! Because he's Sia!

But....yeah. He...he's great, and...I mean...he does a lot of things that are kind of like what I do, so...it's really easy to tell he's really good at it. Like...really good at it. Yeah. And I....yeah. Yeah, Sia's great. Even if he is Andoren.

#oc: theoven derenge #pathfinder wotr #knight-commander oc #pwotr pals #ask game #friend's oc #siavash #I think Theo sees Sia as who he wishes he was #The two are similar enough #That Theo can't help but compare himself to Sia #But he only sees what Sia's willing to show the world #While he knows his own failings very well #So...Sia wins #And now Theo is too intimidated to get to know Sia well enough to see his flaws

[herequeerexitentialfear]

💎💎💎 Sia from Georgie!!

<3

"Sia! the one and only Lark" Georgie is smiling now, "He's, well, I have so much respect for him. He brings so much joy to people, touches so many hearts and lifts them up into the sunshine."

"His pure love of music is something i love about him, and as a mostly self taught musician its something i greatly respect, music for the sake of music, music that doesn't care about the fanciest way to play or the hardest notes to hit, don't get me wrong he is an amazing player, but he plays music for the love of it, not for the sake of impressing to fill a coin-purse,"

Georgie shyly turns his head away, "its something i see many musicians suffer from, the need to reach new heights and draw new crowds, the need to make yourself better by their standards. change your truth to what they say it is, its a pressure i think most performers can understand,"

"He, he doesn't suffer from that, or at least doesn't seem to. He has, not just a confidence, but a comfort in his skin and his existence. He will not bow to someones whims for want of coin, only to his own and that of the people he loves; only in service of making a better world, one tune and one smile at a time,"

"It's something i greatly admire in him, and i hope it wouldn't be to much to say i feel a kinship with him, in his pure love of music and his dedication to making the world a better, happier place. it is a feeling of kinship i hope to live up to, i hope to bring joy and calm hearts, in my own way, but with the same goal as him, of a better world, where people can smile freely, regardless of status or birth, where hearts are soothed and brought high once more with music."

"Hes also... kind. its hard enough, when your role is to please people, to not chase after the praise into the death of your truth, but its even harder when your in competition with each other, to be kind, to not pick at other people's differences to tear them down,"

"I think you can tell what difference people use against me," He chuckles, "He, well, hasn't. He cares about people hearts- not whatever differences they have, he sees beyond those, and its refreshing, just like his joy. Its easy to want to be the best version of yourself around him, and its easy to see hope for the future, and the good in peoples hearts."

"Hes a good man, with a heart of gold, and i respect him very much."

"I have had the joy of meeting many performers in my travels, but the bond between two musicians is always special, his joy in life and self confidence makes that bond all the more precious to me. I have greatly enjoyed my time with him, and i hope for that bond to ever deepen."

Georgie starts staring fondly into the distance, "Perhaps one day, i can show him the green hills of my home, and the wooden hut where i first learned to play. I hear his heart, his Crow, is city born and raised, perhaps they could enjoy exploring the rolling hills together. Everyone has been bothering me for years to bring back friends, so if they are willing to help with the harvest, then maybe i can soothe the worrying hearts of those who love me."

Georgie blushes, realizing how many words have spilled from his lips "All that to say, i greatly respect him, and hold him in my heart as a good friend, and i hope to keep doing so."

#thebirdwrites #georgie #<3 #georgie has many thoughts #even when cut in the middle by life stuff #and maybe a puppycrush #hes just rlly austistic about music and when he meets other music people who are rlly nice hes just !!!!!! #“i think sia is awesome and i respect him soo much and hes so good at making people smile and he seems so comfortable in his skin #did i already say i greatly respect him well imma do it again" #and hes not wrong #sia is awesome n v cool i agree georgie #i hope i got him! #this was so much fun!!

[rekiroyalstraightprincemaru]

Denial

Tw: mentions of suicide

. . .

Langa had to all but drag Reki to Sia la Luce. What he had seen, Reki standing on the edge of the roof and stepping off, would forever be burned in his memory. There was no mistake about it.

Reki had attempted suicide.

He should have seen it. He’d never been good at reading emotions and ‘in between the lines’ as people called it. And it had taken Reki almost killing himself right in front of him to realize. His Reki. His sunshine and the reason he dragged himself to school every day. His one ray of light in the world.

And he’d almost been extinguished. By his own will.

“Really Langa, it’s fine. I was just trying to balance on the edge. I knew I could do it!”

Langa grabbed the other’s wrist even as he yelped. Almost as if in pain, but he hadn’t gripped him too hard, had he? Regardless, he loosened his hold on him.

“Plus, I’ll be bothering Joe. Over nothing. I’m still alive, aren’t I?”

Langa didn’t trust himself to say a word. Not with the lump in his throat threatening to suffocate him and not with the way barbed wire seemed to be wrapped around his vocal chords.

He knew what it was like and he was so stupid for not fully realizing the signs. His mom knew he’d been struggling after his dad died in that accident, but had assumed his even more lackluster and dull demeanor hadn’t been anything too major. He was Langa, the kid who never seemed to show a single emotion. Ever. The one who was always mocked for speaking in a monotone, no matter how scared, excited, or angry he was.

She hadn’t known just how reckless he’d become to feel anything at all. How he’d almost died multiple times while snowboarding in an attempt to feel the tiniest bit alive. How he didn’t care whether or not he made it out of his insane stunts.

Everything was still swathed in shades of gray, but Reki... Reki seemed to breathe just a little color into his life. Enough to keep him going and okay to wake up to another day.

But he hadn’t been good enough to realize what was going on. He’d been too dense as always and missed everything. He wasn’t good enough for Reki, but maybe, just maybe, the others would be willing to help him out. Or at least help Reki.

He snapped back to the present, only to find that Reki was still trying to coax him out of it, all while he was opening the door to the restaurant. They’d know what to do. They’d be able to make up for his dead weight.

“What happened?” Cherry said, striding over and looking as calm and collected as always.

Langa’s mouth opened and closed, but no matter how hard he tried, not a single word allowed themselves out. If he said so much as a single word, then he wouldn’t be able to pretend he’d just hallucinated the whole thing. If he said anything it would do nothing but cement the whole situation into reality.

“It’s okay!” Reki said, laughing and combing his free hand through his hair. “It’s nothing serious. Langa got really concerned over nothing and I’m sorry for wasting your time I really didn’t mean to and-”

“Just what were you doing, slime,” Miya piped up out of nowhere, putting down his switch. “You’re obviously not okay, so out with it. This’ll only be a waste of time if you run away from your problems. Again.”

“What do you mean? I’m completely--”

“Reki,” Joe cut in, crossing his arms. “You need to tell us since Langa seems to be too worked up to speak.”

Another laugh seemed to force its way out of Reki again. It didn’t sound natural, all high and strained as it was. “It wasn’t anything serious. I was just on the rooftop waiting for our date, got bored, and started to walk along the edge as a balancing test! That’s all!”

“That’s dangerous,” Cherry scolded. “You could have died. It wouldn’t just be a bruise or broken bone. You wouldn’t have come back if you fell. What were you thinking?”

“Well, you see--” Reki started, but trailed off. A look came over his face, the same one he usually made when making excuses to teachers.

“In other words, you tried to jump,” Miya said, his eyes turning dark and deadly. “And let me guess, Langa came before you could end it. Don’t you dare lie to me now, idiot. I won’t let it slide this time.”

Everyone except for the trembling form of Miya froze as the icy truth washed over the room. Just the words themselves forced their cold way down Langa’s spine as he gripped Reki’s hand even tighter. He wouldn’t let him go. He wouldn’t.

#sk8 #sk8 the infinity #sk8 fanfic #renga #reki kyan #langa hasegawa #kojiro nanjo #kaoru sakurayashiki #miya chinen #miya's seen some shit

[zot3-flopped]

“So which one/s of zot3 are seething the most over harrys continued success? And why?”

I want to answer this with my thoughts. I’ll place them in order starting with the most jealous.

1. Zayn- He really thought he was going to be the Justin Timberlake of the band. He left early and used the press about him leaving to put out his first LP. He got a smash hit with PT and at that time everyone actually did start calling him the JT of the band. We all know he’s lazy as hell and doesn’t like to put in too much effort but he still had a lot of success with MoM. Then he started cancelling shows but still had people like Sia and Taylor willing to work with him. Fast forward to IF. Only someone with a huge ego would think people want to listen to someone’s sophomore album that has 27 songs. Only legends with greatest hits albums put out albums that long. Zayn really thought he was still something special. He kept putting out song after song after song because he was like I’m about to put out this whole LP until I get a hit. He never got one off the LP, but he got one with A Whole New World so that again made him think he can do the bare minimum and still have a career. Now fast forward again and Harry puts out FL. Harry did promo in 2019, but then the majority of his promo got out on hold because of the pandemic. So here we have Harry that was forced to do the bare minimum just like Zayn, but instead of FL flopping it became one of the best selling albums in 2020. Zayn had to see that as a slap in the face. So what does he do? He puts out an album during the pandemic thinking he could match Harry’s success. He was so cocky in his interviews saying if he didn’t work with someone it’s because he didn’t want to as if to say he has singers begging him for collabs. We all know how NIL did. Despite sending around a bus for promo and doing livestreams it flopped so bad that he eventually stopped doing anything with it. He didn’t even finish the livestreams. He had to look at how well FL was still doing and seething with jealousy. He was probably wondering why is Harry’s album doing so well when his was doing so poorly. He once again does a collab and even that flops despite doing more promo for the song than he did for NIL. Then he had to get through talk about Harry potentially getting nominated for a Grammy to Harry actually being nominated for two Grammy’s to Harry opening the Grammy’s. This is when his jealousy reached its peak and had all of those meltdowns on Twitter. Zayn was going to Grammy after parties and other events trying his best to get a Grammy. Now here Harry is opening for them? He couldn’t handle it. Zayn didn’t go to the Met Gala this year and although the may have crossed some people that organize it, I’m convinced he didn’t fight it because Harry got to host it a few years ago. It’s belittling to him to go as a guest when Harry got to host and then host an after party. Now Zayn’s trying to rap because his singing career isn’t going anywhere and that didn’t work out either. So he goes on Twitter bold as hell trying to promote it only to get dragged to hell for his lame raps the same week people are talking about how great Harry’s concerts are and Olivia’s teaser comes out which has everyone talking. Zayn doesn’t even do anything else with the rap songs because he once again got his feelings hurt by Harry’s success. So yeah, in my opinion Zayn is the most jealous. His ego made him think he was something he wasn’t. Zayn’s ego had him thinking that he was going to have Harry’s career.

This is so interesting, perceptive and well argued. Would love to read your analysis of the other three.

#zayn #harry styles #1d dynamics

[willow-bolton]

thicker than blood, darker than rubies || a bolton family mix (aka songs that remind Will of her family/she would dedicate to them) (in no particular order, 55 tracks)

@cas-bolton @eviebolton @dxn-bolton​

bones- young guns Down under the night sky/I lay in wait/Praying to whoever will listen to me/I fashioned my own cross/Been crushed by its weight/There's no stronger message/Than dirt in your face/I've seen down the end of the road/I deal in a different story, oh/I will never let go again/I feel it in my bones (bones), bones (bones)/I feel it in my bones (bones), bones (bones)/I'll do this on my own, own, own, own/Bones, bones/They say the spirit's willing/But the flesh is always weak I found everything I needed/Right beneath my skin

devil inside- citizen soldier In the middle of the night, it's haunting me/Whispers in the dark won't let me sleep/In the middle of the night, it wants my soul/Fighting for my life but it won't let go/I see an angel, I see the devil/Same old story that's been told/I don't deserve grace, fought for forgiveness/But I already sold my soul/I will always be a slave/To the voice inside my head/All these monsters deep inside/Will not rest until I'm dead/In the middle of the night, it's haunting me/Whispers in the dark won't let me sleep/In the middle of the night, it wants my soul/Fighting for my life but it won't let go/So throw me in the fire, fire, fire/Leave me here to burn, burn, burn/Throw me in the fire, fire, fire/Leave me here to burn, burn the devil out of me

no one’s here to sleep- naughty boy … Here's the pride before the fall/Oh, your eyes, they show it all/I can see it coming/I can see it coming/As I rise up through each floor/Shit gets dark and you lose it all/I can hear it coming/I can hear the drumming… Behind every door/Is a fall, a fall and/No one's here to sleep… You were always faster than me/I'll never catch up with you, with you/Oh I can feel them coming for me/And you were always faster than me/I'll never catch up with you, with you/Oh I can feel them coming for me

just one yesterday- fall out boy ft. foxes Lettin' people down is my thing, baby/Find yourself a new gig/This town ain't big enough for two of us/I don't have the right name/O-o-o-or the right looks/But I have twice the heart/Anything you say can and will be held against you/So only say my name/It will be held against you/Anything you say can and will be held against you/So only say my name, na-a-ame (Na-a-ame)/If heaven's grief brings hell's rain/Then I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday/I know I'm bad news/For just one yesterday/I saved it all for you/I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way/Still I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday/I know I'm bad news/For just one yesterday/I saved it all for you/For just one yesterday

meant to live- switchfoot Fumbling his confidence/And wondering why the world has passed him by/Hoping that he's bent for more than arguments/And failed attempts to fly, fly/We were meant to live for so much more/Have we lost ourselves?/Somewhere we live inside/Somewhere we live inside/We were meant to live for so much more/Have we lost ourselves?/Somewhere we live inside

alive- sia I was born in a thunderstorm/I grew up overnight/I played alone/I played on my own/I survived/Hey/I wanted everything I never had/Like the love that comes with light/I wore envy and I hated that/But I survived/I had a one-way ticket to a place where all the demons go/Where the wind don't change/And nothing in the ground can ever grow/No hope, just lies/And you're taught to cry into your pillow/ But I survived

come undone- ffh (far from home) Open up wide, swallow down deep/No spoon full of sugar could make it sweet/The cancer inside stealing my sleep/Night after night it keeps haunting me/The secrets I keep are tearing me up inside/I try to hide them and I wonder why I wonder why I'm still running/When I know there's no escaping Come undone/Surrender is stronger/I don't need to be the hero tonight/We all want love/We all want honor/Nobody wants to pay the asking price/Fall on my knees/Fall on my pride/I'm tripping over all the times I've lied/I'm asking please but I can see in your eyes/You don't need tears for alibis/It's true what they say, love must be blind/It's why you're still standing by this sinner's

running up that hill- placebo You don't want to hurt me/But see how deep the bullet lies/Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder/There's a thunder in our hearts, baby/So much hate for the ones we love/Tell me, we both matter, don't we?/You (be running up that hill)/You and me (be running up that hill)/You and me won't be unhappy/And if I only could/Make a deal with God/I'd get him to swap our places/Be running up that road/Be running up that hill/Be running up that building/If I only could, oh

a reason to fight- disturbed When the demon that's inside you is ready to begin/And it feels like it's a battle that you will never win/When you're aching for the fire and begging for your sin/ When there's nothing left inside, there's still a reason to fight/Don't let it take your soul/Look at me take control/When knowing to fight this war/This is nothing worth dying for/Are you ready to begin?/This is a battle that we are gonna win/When you're aching for the fire and begging for your sin/When there's nothing left inside, there's still a reason/When the demon that's inside you is ready to begin/And it feels like it's a battle that you will never win/When you're aching for the fire and begging for your sin/When there's nothing left inside, there's still a reason to fight/I'll be your reason to fight/Give you a reason to fight

sooner or later- mat kearney We're all standing with our backs against the wall, sooner or later/Waiting on a phone that never calls, at all/Heartbreak comes rollin' in like a storm, sooner or later/Trying to swim, but you're sinking like a stone, alone/And I can feel fire in the night waiting here/Baby, it's like we're walking on a wire through the fear/Take my hand, we'll get there/Sooner or later, I swear we're gonna make it/We're gonna make it/Sooner or later, I swear we're gonna make it/We're gonna make it

i dare you to move- switchfoot … Welcome to the planet/Welcome to existence/Everyone's here/Everyone's here… Everybody's watching you now/Everybody waits for you now/What happens next?/What happens next?… I dare you to move/I dare you to move/I dare you to lift/Yourself up off by the floor

not alone- red Your heart is full of broken dreams/Just a fading memory/And everything's gone but the pain carries on/Lost in the rain again/When will it ever end?/The arms of relief seem so out of reach/But I, I am here/I am with you/I will carry you through it all/I won't leave you, I will catch you/When you feel like letting go/'Cause you're not, you're not alone/And I will be your hope when you feel like it's over/And I will pick you up when your whole world shatters/And when you're finally in my arms/You'll look up and see, love has a face

follow you down- gin blossoms Anywhere you go, I'll follow you down/Anyplace, but those I know by heart/Anywhere you go, I'll follow you down/I'll follow you down, but not that far/I know we're headed somewhere, I can see how far we've come/But still, I can't remember anything/Let's not do the wrong thing and I swear it might be fun/It's a long way down when all the knots we've tied have come undone/Anywhere you go, I'll follow you down/Anyplace, but those I know by heart/Anywhere you go, I'll follow you down/I'll follow you down, but not that far

desperate- stanfour You're reachin' out/And no one hears you cry/You're freakin' out again/Cause all your fears remind you/Another dream, has come undone/You feel so small and lost/Like you're the only one/You wanna scream/Cause you're desperate/You want somebody just anybody/To lay their hands on your soul tonight/You want a reason/To keep believin'/That someday/You're gonna see the light/It's 3a.m./There's no one left to call/And sleep's your only friend/But even sleep can't hide you/From all those tears/And all the pain/All those years you wasted/Pushing them away/You're goin´down/It's time you face it

echo- jason walker Hello, hello/Anybody out there?/'Cause I don't hear a sound/Alone, alone/I don't really know where the world is/But I miss it now/I'm out on the edge and I'm screaming my name/Like a fool at the top of my lungs/Sometimes when I close my eyes I pretend I'm alright/But it's never enough/'Cause my echo, echo/Is the only voice coming back/Shadow, shadow/Is the only friend that I have/Listen, listen/I would take a whisper/If that's all you had to give/But it isn't, is it?/You could come and save me/And try to chase the crazy right out of my head

no one’s gonna love you- band of horses … And anything to make you smile/It is my better side of you to admire/But they should never take so long/Just to be over then back to another one… And no/one is ever gonna love you more than I do/No one's gonna love you more than I do/But someone/They could have warned you/When things start splitting at the seams and now/The whole thing's tumbling down/Things start splitting at the seams and now/If things start splitting at the seams and now/It's tumbling down/Hard

forgiven- alanis morissette You know how us Catholic girls can be/We make up for so much time a little too late/I never forgot it, confusing as it was/No fun with no guilt feelings/The sinners, the saviors, the lover-less priests/I'll see you next Sunday/We all had our reasons to be there/We all had a thing or two to learn/We all needed something to cling to/So we did/I sang Alleluia in the choir/I confessed my darkest deeds to an envious man/My brothers they never went blind for what they did/But I may as well have/In the name of the Father, the Skeptic and the Son/I had one more stupid question/We all had our reasons to be there/We all had a thing or two to learn/We all needed something to cling to/So we did/What I learned I rejected but I believe again/I will suffer the consequence of this inquisition/If I jump in this fountain, will I be forgiven/We all had our reasons to be there/We all had a thing or two to learn/We all needed something to cling to/So we did/We all had delusions in our head/We all had our minds made up for us/We had to believe in something/So we did

fathers & daughters- michael bolton If I could catch a star for you/I swear I'd steal them all tonight/To make your every wish come true/And every dream for all your life/But that's not how the story goesThe world is full of perfect plans/If there's a promise that I broke/I know one day you will understand/When times are hard I know you'll be strong/I'll be there in you heart when you'll carry on/Like moonlight on the water, and sunlight in the sky/Fathers and daughters never say goodbye/An Angel I will read to sleep/Gave me one dream of my own/So learn to love and spread your wings/And find the one to call your home

first man- camila cabello Yes I'm gonna stay with him tonight/I'll see you in the mornin'/No of course, he won't drink and drive/Can you say bye to mom for me?/Oh you'll like him, he's really kind/And he's funny like you sometimes/And I found someone I really like/Maybe for the first time/No I don't need a jacket/It's not that cold tonight/And you worry, I get it/But he's waiting outside/I swear on my heart/That he's a good man/I know you'll stay up late/Just waiting for me/You held me so tight/Now someone else can/But you were the first man that really loved me

the mystic’s dream- loreena mckennitt (no lyrics needed- this is purely for the pagan/celtic vibes)

all souls night- loreena mckennitt Bonfires dot the rolling hills/Figures dance around and around/To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness/Moving to the pagan sound/Somewhere in a hidden memory/Images float before my eyes/Of fragrant nights of straw and of bonfires/And dancing till the next sunrise/I can see lights in the distance/Trembling in the dark cloak of night/Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing/A waltz on All Souls Night

celtic- jonathan maiocco (instrumental)

ladies in the 90s- lauren alaina Diva in the living room/Mama's heels on after school/Learning all my moves on MTV/They weren't afraid to make a statement/That's what I call entertainment All those women paved the way for me/Yeah, southern twang/Teaser bangs I was matching all their lipstick/Close my eyes all the time/I wish I could relive it/I just wanna feel like ladies in the 90s/Turn the dial and find me some Strawberry Wine/So I can sing all night long, acting like I'm Britney/Come on baby, hit me just one more time/Hey, man I feel like a woman/I can feel you breathe when you say my name/Hey I don't want no scrubs/Need a cowboy to take me away/I wanna feel like ladies in the 90s/Ladies in the 90s, hey hey hey

redhead- caylee hammack  ft. reba mcentire Bull in a china shop, rose-colored reckless/Tried to run away, but trouble loves a little redhead/Oh, they got their hands full, tryin' to tame a pistol/Spitfire, freckles that could run among the dead/Clothes line, tightropes, daredevil, high hopes/They raised a little hell when they raised a little redhead, mm/Oh, they got their hands full, tryin' to tame a pistol/Spitfire, freckles that could run among the dead/Clothes line, tightropes, daredevil, high hopes/They raised a little hell when they raised a little redhead/God made the blondes, black-haired, and the brunettes/Devil dropped in said, "I don't think you're done yet"/Let's make a compromise, make an angel backslide/So they chipped in, and they made a little redhead

you can’t lose me- faith hill A little girl, a little small for her age/A little too slow for the field day race/Momma's waiting at the finish line/And wipes the teardrops from her eyes/She says, "You did just fine honey, that's okay/Sometimes life's just that way/You're gonna lose the race from time to time/But you're always gonna find/You can't lose me/Bet your life/I am here and I will always be/Just a wish away/Wherever you go/No matter how far/My love is where you are/You won't be lost if you believe/You can't lose me"/Momma use to say "Girl it won't be long/'Til it's time to go out on your own/Chase your dreams find your place in life/I know you'll do just fine"/When that day finally came/There were things she needed to but could not say/So I whispered softly as I wiped/The tears from/Momma's eyes/"You can't lose me/Bet your life/I am here and I will always be/Just a wish away/Wherever I go/No matter how far/My love is where you are/You won't be lost if you believe/You can't lose me"

somebody’s hero- jamie o’neal She's never pulled anybody from a burning building/She's never rocked Central Park to a half a million fans screaming out her name/She's never hit a shot to win the game/She's never left her footprints on the moon/She's never made a solo hot air balloon ride around the world/No she's just your everyday average girl (but)/She's somebody's hero/A hero to her baby with a skinned-up knee/A little kiss is all she needs/The keeper of the Cheerios/The voice that brings Snow White to life/Bedtime stories every night/And that smile lets her know/She's somebody's hero

paralyzed- nf When did I become so numb?/When did I lose myself?/All the words that leave my tongue/Feel like they came from someone else/I'm paralyzed/Where are my feelings?/I no longer feel things/I know I should/I'm paralyzed/Where is the real me?/I'm lost and it kills me/Inside/I'm paralyzed

always gold- radical face We were tight knit boys/Brothers in more than name/You would kill for me/And knew that I'd do the same/And it cut me sharp/Hearing you'd gone away/But everything goes away/Yeah everything goes away/But I'm going to be here until I'm nothing/But bones in the ground/And I was there, when you grew restless/Left in the dead of night/And I was there, when three months later/You were standing in the door all beat and tired/And I stepped aside/Everything goes away/Yeah everything goes away/But I'm gonna be here until I'm nothing/But bones in the ground/So quiet down

mama- spice girls I didn't want to hear it then, but I'm not ashamed to say it now/Every little thing you said and did was right for me/I had a lot of time to think about/About the way I used to be/Never had a sense of my responsibility/Back then, I didn't know why/Why you were misunderstood/So now, I see through your eyes/All that you did was love/Mama, I love you, Mama, I care/Mama, I love you, Mama, my friend/You're my friend/You're my friend

wind beneath my wings- bette midler Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh/It must have been cold there in my shadow/To never have sunlight on your face/You were content to let me shine, that's your way/You always walked a step behind/So I was the one with all the glory/While you were the one with all the strength/A beautiful face without a name for so long/A beautiful smile to hide the pain/Did you ever know that you're my hero/And everything I would like to be?/I can fly higher than an eagle/For you are the wind beneath my wings/It might have appeared to go unnoticed/But I've got it all here in my heart/I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it/I would be nothing without you

father and daughter- paul simon If you ever awake/In the mirror of a bad dream/And for a fraction of a second/You can't remember where you are/Just open your window/And follow your memories/Upstream/To the meadow in the mountain/Where we counted every falling star/I believe the light that shines on you/Will shine on you forever/(Forever)//And though I can't guarantee there's nothing scary/Hidin' under your bed/I'm gonna/Stand guard/Like the postcard/Of the golden retriever/And never leave/'Til I leave you/With a sweet dream in your head

cry to me- heart Poor little dreamer/Stand inside the door/You can't find the easy rhymes/Of time you had before/It hurts my heart so bad/Seeing you sigh and shake/Broken down so low, so sad/I can't let you break/Cry to me, cry to me/You better not hide it/Let it come, let it bleed/I ain't laughing, reach in and get it/And set it free/Cry to me, cry to me

brother- kodaline When we were young we were the ones/The kings and queens oh yeah, we ruled the world/We smoked cigarettes man no regrets/Wish I could relive every single word/We've taken different paths/And travelled different roads/I know we'll always end up on the same one when we're old/And when you're in the trenches/And you're under fire I will cover you/If I was dying on my knees/You would be the one to rescue me/And if you were drowned at sea/I'd give you my lungs so you could breathe/I've got you brother/I've got you brother

as it seems- lily kershaw Well I knew/What I didn't want to know/And I saw/Where I didn't want to go/So I took the path less traveled on/And I'll let my stories be whispered/When I'm gone/When I'm gone/When I'm gone/When I'm gone/Well in this life you must find something to live for/'Cause when the darkness comes a callin'/You'll go back to where you were before/'Cause this life is as/Fragile as a dream, and/Nothing's ever really/As it seems

just breathe- pearl jam Yes I understand/That every life must end/As we sit alone/I know someday we must go/Oh, I'm a lucky man/To count on both hands/The ones I love/Some folks just have one/Yeah, others they got none/Stay with me/Let's just breathe/Practiced on our sins/Never gonna let me win/Under everything/Just another human being/Yeah, I don't want to hurt/There's so much in this world/To make me bleed

sons and daughters- allman brown & liz lawrence And I will hold you tight/Like the moon in the arms of the sky/And I will keep you warm/I will build a fire in this house/And I'll build a fire/You fetch the water and I'll lay the table/And in our hearts/We still pray for sons and daughters/And all those evenings/Out in the garden, with red red wine/These quiet hours turning to years/And I, I'll wrap myself/Around your heart/I'll be the walls of his heart/And I, I'll keep a light on/To call you back home

be still- the fray Be still and know that I'm with you/Be still and know that I am here/Be still and know that I'm with you/Be still, be still, and know/When darkness comes upon you/And colors you with fear and shame/Be still and know that I'm with you/And I will say your name/If terror falls upon your bed/And sleep no longer comes/Remember all the words I said/Be still, be still, and know

smother- daughter I'm wasted, losing time/I'm a foolish, fragile spine/I want all that is not mine/I want him but we're not right/In the darkness I will meet my creators/And they will all agree, that I'm a suffocator/I should go now quietly/For my bones have found a place/To lie down and sleep/Where all my layers can become reeds/All my limbs can become trees/All my children can become me/What a' mess I leave/To follow/In the darkness I will meet my creators/They will all agree, I'm a suffocator/Suffocator/Oh no/I'm sorry if I smothered you/I sometimes wish I'd stayed inside/My mother/Never to come out

lead me home- jamie n commons Oh lord live inside me/Lead me on my way/Oh lord live inside me/Lead me on my way/Lead me home/Lead me home/Oh lord in the darkness/Lead me on my way/Oh lord in the darkness/Lead me on my way

mother- sugarland She'll take you in, feed your friends/Her open arms are welcoming/She'll rub your back all night when you're crying/She'll listen to you tell your story/Hold your fear and all your worries/Help you find the truth when they're all lying/Even when it's hopeless, she keeps trying/She's your mother, you love her/There won't be another/place like her again that you call home/She stands here to help you/there's nothing she won't do/As long as she's alive/you're not alone/you've got each other/That's your mother

family name- peter bradley adams I look around to find the way it all began/The years have turned like the heart of a man/But I'll say that I'm grateful for the time that has passed/And I'll stay right where I am/Well I raise my glass with the unfortunate ones/We are broken and tired from the miles we have run/But our hearts they are open and the healing's begun/And now our chance has come/Win or lose, it's a hell of game/The roads we choose, they all end up the same/So rest your hearts on the family name/We'll find our way back home .

comes and goes- greg laswell This one's for the faithless/The ones that are surprised/They're only where they are now/Regardless of their fight/This one's for believing/If only for it's sake/Come on friends get up now/Love is to be made/And this part was for her/And this part was for her/This part was for her/Does she remember?

kind & generous- natalie merchant You've been so kind and generous/I don't know how you keep on giving/For your kindness I'm in debt to you/For your selflessness my admiration/For everything you've done you know I'm bound/I'm bound to thank you for it/La la la la/Hey hey hey/You've been so kind and generous/I don't know how you keep on giving/For your kindness I'm in debt to you/And I never could have come this far without you/For everything you've done, you know I'm bound/I'm bound to thank you for it

mama’s song- carrie underwood Mama, you taught me to do the right things/So, now you have to let your baby fly/You've given me everything that I will need/To make it through this crazy thing called life/And I know you watch me grow up/And only want what's best for me/And I think I found the answer to your prayers/And he is good, so good/He treats your little girl/Like a real man should/He is good, so good/He makes promises he keeps/No, he's never gonna leave/So, don't you worry about me/Don't you worry about me/Mama, there's no way you'll ever lose me/Giving me away is not goodbye/As you watch me walk down to my future/I hope tears of joy are in your eyes

shiny- sara bareilles She has her back to me at the kitchen sink/I'm trying to read her mind, wondering/What she doesn't say to anybody/The laundry's folded, beds are made/It's like this every single day/It's memorized, but a thin disguise/I see what she can't see/Her light only ever landed on me/But there's a glimmer in her brown eyes/The ones she gave to me/So I know we can both be shiny/She calls on Sundays, checking in/We talk about the weather again/It never changes, she wonders where the rain is/Once in a while I catch a glimpse/Of the truest things that she keeps hidden/Her secret heart, that's my favorite part

cover me in sunshine- pink, ft. willow sage hart I've been dreaming of friendly faces/I've got so much time to kill/Just imagine people laughing/I know some day we will/And even if it's far away/Get me through another day/Cover me in sunshine/Shower me with good times/Tell me that the world's been spinning since the beginning/And everything will be alright/Cover me in sunshine/From a distance all these mountains/Are just some tiny hills/Wildflowers, they keep living/While they're just standing still/I've been missing yesterday/But what if there's a better place?

promise- tori amos Promise not to judge/To judge who you love/I don't know if I/Yes, make that/Promise/Whatever it is/Can you hear the truth/If they accuse me/You think I'll doubt you?/What I need to know, will you/Be there, Be there, Be there/Be there, Be there, Be there/Where the sun shines/I will be there/You are the light/That follows you everywhere/And look for my love/Where the sun shines/I will be there/Will you

like my mother does- laura alaina People always say/I have a laugh/Like my mother does/Guess that makes sense/She taught me how to smile/When things get rough/I've got her spirit/She's always got my back/When I look at her/I think, I want to be just like that/When I love I give it all I've got/Like my mother does/When I'm scared, I bow my head and pray/Like my mother does/When I'm weak and unpretty/I know I'm beautiful and strong/Because I see myself like my mother does/Like my mother does

always be your baby- natalie grant You were my first love/Always there for me/You taught me how me to walk and how to dream/God gave me your eyes/But it was you who showed me how to see/Now I can stand on my own/But I know you'll never let go/I'll always be your baby/No matter how the years fly by/The way you loved me/Made me who I am in this world/I'm a woman now/Not a little girl/Wherever this life takes me/I'll always be your baby/You are my hero/And that will never change/You still can dry my tears with just your smile/The one I've leaned on/From my first steps/To walking down the aisle/Now there's another man in my life/But I know by the look in your eyes/ I'll always be your baby

my wish- rascal flatts I hope the days come easy and the moments pass slow/And each road leads you where you want to go/And if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose/I hope you choose the one that means the most to you/And if one door opens to another door closed/I hope you keep on walkin' 'till you find the window/If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile/But more than anything, more than anything/My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to/Your dreams stay big, your worries stay small/You never need to carry more than you can hold/And while you're out there getting where you're getting to/I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too/Yeah, this, is my wish

your joy- chrisette michelle Walk down the sidewalk/Staring at your feet/Wishing my steps were longer/So by your sides I could keep/Hold your hand much bigger/Never wanted mine to grow/So I could always fit perfect/Inside your palms just so/No one loves me just like you do/No one knows me just like you do/No one can compare to the way my eyes fit in yours/You'll always be my father, oh/And I'll always be your joy

daddy’s little girl- the shires The smell of Old Spice/A flat cap on the dash/Windows rolled down in the wind/While birds fly past/Singing along with the radio/A little latitude/Hanging onto that steering wheel/Was the man who hung the moon/Used to wrap my hands around his little finger/Turns out he was wrapped around mine/He said, "You can be anything you want to in this great big world"/But I'm always gonna be daddy's little girl/He always used to tell me, "Don't grow up too fast/Love will come, love will go, your first won't be your last"/I didn't always listen when he gave me advice/Though I hate to admit it, but that man is always right

daddy dance with me- krystal keith I know what you see when you look at me/As we walk down the aisle/Little pink tutu, bows and tennis shoes/In the wide eyes of your child/Those are all the memories you will cherish and you'll carry/No matter how much time has come and gone/Daddy dance with me/I want you to see the woman I've become./Daddy don't let go/I want you to know I'll always need your love./Today I became his wife/But I'll be your baby girl for life/Don't know what to do when I look at you/Words can't say enough/What you've done for me/You gave me what I need/You were tender, you were tough/Cause the world you built around me/Is the strength that will surround me/And protect me now that I am on my own/Daddy dance with me/I want you to see the woman I've become./Daddy don't let go/I want you to know I'll always need your love.

landslide- fleetwood mac I took my love, I took it down/I climbed a mountain and I turned around/And I saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills/'Til the landslide brought me down/Oh, mirror in the sky/What is love?/Can the child within my heart rise above?/Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides?/Can I handle the seasons of my life?/Well, I've been afraid of changin'/'Cause I've built my life around you/But time makes you bolder/Even children get older/And I'm getting older too/Well, I've been afraid of changin'/'Cause I've built my life around you/But time makes you bolder/Even children get older/And I'm getting older too/Oh! I'm getting older too

a better son/daughter- rilo kiley But you'll fight and you'll make it through/You'll fake it if you have to and/You'll show up for work with a smile./You'll be better and you'll be smarter and more grown up/And a better daughter or son and a real good friend/And you'll be awake/You'll be alert, you'll be positive though it hurts/And you'll laugh and embrace all your friends/You'll be a real good listener, you'll be honest, you'll be brave/You'll be handsome and you'll be beautiful/You'll be happy/Your ship may be coming in/You're weak, but not giving in/To the cries and the wails of the valley below/And your ship may be coming in/You're weak, but not giving in/And you'll fight it, you'll go out fighting all of them.

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FOURTEEN

Week Four

It didn’t take long for Sia to discover why it was that Harry had shot Mitch that scathing look at the beach the previous weekend.

True to his word, they finished all the recording and preliminary mixing for ‘Anna’ early Tuesday, so after lunch they went into the new song that Harry and Mitch had been working on together after hours. They started off with recording that original bass beat that Mitch had come in with that first week they’d been in the studio. Sia was as in love with it as she had been the first time she’d heard it, the sultry tones and slow draw clawing at her music-loving heart. They spent the first hour laying down an unedited track, just getting it in the computer in order to lay the vocals Harry had prepared for the song on top.

Harry shot a concerned look to Mitch from opposite sides of the glass in the booth, before  darting his eyes over to where Sia was sitting. Sia couldn’t help but wonder what Harry seemed to be so nervous about. She watched Mitch give Harry a reassuring nod before Harry signaled for them to start the track. Alex pressed play on the board in front of them. Harry let the beat play for a two counts before opening his mouth, eyes closed, like he either was so into it he couldn’t be bothered to look at anything else, or he didn’t want to have to look at Sia.

“I’m selfish, I know…”

Sia could do nothing but stare, gobsmacked as Harry sang the entire song through, hanging on his every word. Every song they’d recorded up to that point had been fun, upbeat, maybe a little provocative, and there’d been one that was very obviously about his mum and sister. However, this was the first one that was a bit more agonising and beseeching. It wasn’t a hard guess as to what—or whom—he was singing about through his beautiful words of imagery and metaphor.

When he’d finished the first run through the whole song, the people sitting in the room promptly erupted into a round of applause, cheering for Harry, who was bashfully smiling behind the mic still. When Jeff and Mitch flashed him a thumbs up, he chuckled and took a mocking bow

Sia stood quietly by herself. Everyone’s cheers and words of encouragement sounded hazy and muffled in her ears. All that was playing in her mind was Harry’s beautiful voice, singing those words that were obviously drawn from a place that contained her and their relationship. She obviously couldn’t fault him for writing songs about his emotions and experiences, but it was still a hard pill to swallow, hearing him sing about her so longingly and reflectively. She wasn’t sure if she was prepared for it, and it had certainly caught her off guard.

No one besides Mitch and Harry noticed when Sia quietly slipped out of the room.

~*~*~*~

Sia successfully avoided any human contact for the rest of the day. When she’d left the studio, she’d made a short detour to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea, and then gone promptly to her room. She’d sent a quick text to Ellen to tell her about the song Harry had apparently written about her, and she hadn’t bothered to read whatever her friend had replied. El knew not to bother Sia if she didn’t answer her texts, so she turned on the telly and put on Forensic Files, happy to watch some mindless show for the rest of her day. Mitch came in to check on her around dinner time, and Sia had declined his offers to bring her something small. No one bothered her for the rest of the evening.

That night, she hadn’t been asleep for more than three hours when she was woken by a nightmare, a recurring one she’d been having since December of the previous year. She sat straight up in bed, heart racing, chest heaving, and tears streaming down her face. She stumbled her way to the bathroom, lights still off, and ran cold water over her face to calm her down and hopefully mitigate some of the swelling.

The nightmare occurred every night for the rest of the week. Coincidentally, that was the same span of time they were working on this song that was hitting a little too close to home for Sia. She effectively avoided Harry and Mitch for the rest of the work week, and she was relieved when they went out with the rest of the crew on Saturday. There’d been talks of a barbecue on Sunday, and Sia had promised Alex and Ben that she’d be there, but she was working herself up to that.

While everyone had broken for lunch break on Thursday, Sia decided it was an appropriate time and put in a call to her therapist back in LA.

“I thought I was doing better,” Sia admitted, picking at the little fringed bits that hung off the decorative pillows on her bed. “But evidently, I’ve regressed.”

“Having your nightmares come back isn’t a regression, Sia,” Dr. Lind soothed, her voice taking on that motherly quality that Sia had become used to when she was talking her off the metaphorical ledge.

“Well, considering I haven’t had them since April, it sure feels like it,” Sia huffed.

“I’m honestly surprised it took you four weeks of being in that environment for them to come back.”

“That’s why I thought I was actually healing.” Sia swiped at the tears that threatened to fall.

“I’ve told you before, and I will continue to reiterate this: healing is not a straight line. Sometimes you’ll kick a habit or symptom only for it to return months later, and that’s okay. It doesn’t mean all your work has been for nothing. It just means there’s been a bump in the road that you will overcome, because you have the tools to jump that hurdle. Sia, compared to the mental and physical state you were in when I first met you in March, you’re doing worlds better. And from what Dr. Grant sent me from when you were seeing him in London, you’re not even the same young woman he first met back in January. You need to be proud of the progress you’ve made and all your accomplishments, because they are celebration-worthy. But you also need to accept that this isn’t a straight path, and that’s perfectly okay.”

“I just want to be me again.” Sia’s vice sounded strained even to her own ears. The lump in her throat made it harder to talk over, and she knew she was only a few minutes away from completely breaking down. Today was the perfect time for a cry session in the shower, she reckoned.

“You’re still you, Sia,” Dr. Lind hushed. “You’ve just experienced a trauma that no one expects you to just get over. And the sooner you tell Harry and let him shoulder this burden with you, the sooner I think you’ll really begin to feel better. While I see all this progress in you, I know that is something that you will see as a marker for your journey. Let yourself have that, even if that means pushing yourself. You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. And I think Harry will be more willing to share that heartache than you believe.”

Dr. Lind let Sia quietly cry on the other end of the phone for a few minutes before she sniffled out an affirmative, promising to herself in that moment that she would tell Harry about her demons before their time in Jamaica was over. While she hadn’t really wanted to tell him, first because of her own emotional state, and then for fear of derailing the recording process, she knew it needed to be done. She needed to be selfish for once in her life and let herself own this heartbreak and hurt and live in it with someone that was so closely connected with it.

Her therapist gently ended the phone call with a reminder that she had an appointment in five minutes and needed to prepare. Sia thanked her for her impromptu phone call and agreed to call back in a week with any progress or concerns. She hadn’t been great at keeping up with her doctor while she was on the island, but she knew it was something that she needed to make a weekly commitment to in order to keep her sanity and not lose the forward momentum she was experiencing.

Sia sighed and wiped her eyes one final time before heaving herself off of the bed. She checked the hallway for wandering people before darting across to the bathroom to fix her makeup and make sure her face and eyes weren’t too red from her short crying session. When she was sure that she was pretty put together, she emerged and joined the rest of her coworkers in the kitchen.

When she walked in, Mitch offered her the rest of the antipasto salad he had been eating. She took it with a smile, but she was pretty sure it didn’t pass as anything close to genuine. She was still feeling raw from her phone session with her therapist and all the thoughts swirling in her head.

“You okay?” Mitch asked her as she sat down beside him at the counter.

She flashed him another closed-mouth smile and a quick nod before looking down into the salad he’d given her.

Harry and Mitch both tried including her in the conversation everyone was having around the island, but nothing they said could pull her attention away from her intent focus on her salad. Something was on her mind, and both men were curious as to what, but neither were going to push her. Mitch had a pretty good clue as to what it was, but that was a conversation for a different time.

~*~*~*~

Sia maintained her aloof act the rest of the day and into the following day. Harry could tell she was deep in thought most of the time they were together. He was sure it wasn’t always about work, as she was mostly silent during their time in the studio, only offering feedback when it was specifically asked of her from Alex or one of the musicians. During breaks, she spent her time in her room, and when Harry walked past, he could hear that she was on the phone with somebody. She denied his requests to go on walks and have their regular yoga sessions, claiming she was tired from the recording session that day.

Harry was worried about her, but he didn’t want to push. They had just become tentative friends again. He didn’t want to risk anything.

However, on Friday night, Harry was up particularly late, unable to fall asleep. So, he left his room and ventured into the kitchen to find some sort of snack and make himself a cuppa to hopefully lull himself into comfort and then sleep. He went to go back to his room after he’d fixed himself a bowl of grapes and slices of cheese and his tea, when he heard Sia sobbing in her room. And it wasn’t even sobbing as much as it was hysteric bawling, and it sounded like she was hardly pulling in any breath between wails.

Harry quickly set his bowl and mug down on the floor beside the door and knocked softly. “Sia.”

There was no break in her crying.

“Sia, I’m comin’ in, love,” he called out, hoping she could hear him above her own noise. Harry opened the door just enough to let himself slip in, not wanting to alert the rest of the house to whatever turmoil Sia was going through. Her cries hadn’t quieted any, so Harry rushed to her side. He’d dealt with Sia after she’d had nightmares before, but they were nothing like this. She would typically wake with a gasp and take a few shuddering breaths after she gained her bearings, and it was just enough to wake Harry beside her. He would usually coax her to lay back down beside him and ask her what it was that scared her. She’d more likely than not tell him about some absolutely ridiculous scenario that she would usually laugh about before settling back in enough to fall back asleep.

This was nothing like that.

She was thrashing almost violently, her face absolutely covered in tears, and she was wailing like she was in physical pain. But she was obviously still asleep. Harry wasn’t sure if it was best to wake her or try to get her to calm down while she was still unconscious, but he was running out of time to make that decision. Her wild movements were getting so out of hand that she was starting to hit him on accident, both with her hands and her legs.

At that point, he figured waking her up was his best option.

“Sia,” Harry called, gripping her wrists in order to keep her from further lashing out. “Sia, you need to wake up, darling.”

It was clear she wasn’t hearing him over her continued wails, so he gathered both her wrists in one hand and used the other to stroke her tangled hair back from her face. Back when they lived together and she was being particularly stubborn about waking up in the morning, running his hands over her face and hair was a sure fire way to get her up. So he took his shot at it again, and combined it with a low shushing sound to try to soothe her out of whatever terror she was experiencing.

It took nearly five full minutes before Sia seemed to finally come out of her nightmare. She blinked owlishly into the dimness of her room, a little startled at first by the person that was obviously in the room with her. She thought at first that it might have been Mitch, but she realised he most likely wouldn’t have heard her from his room all the way across the house. So, the only real logical conclusion was that it was Harry. And from the warm grip on her wrists and the light, tender strokes to her hair and face, she was sure it was her ex-boyfriend.

“Harry?” she asked, the hoarseness of her voice surprising her when it shouldn’t have. She knew she cried so hard in her sleep that it made her throat raw when she woke in the morning. She just wasn’t used to waking when it was still dark outside.

“There you are,” he cooed, dropping her wrists now that she was conscious and no longer struggling. He didn’t cease his stroking to her hair, though. He figured she still needed some comforting, given how upset she was in her sleep.

With her hands free, she reached up to wipe at her cheeks, trying her best to get rid of all the evidence of her emotional struggles. Harry was really the last person she wanted to get into with right then, but he was there. It was all inevitable anyway, but she’d still put it off as long as possible. Hopefully Harry would leave her be given he was pretty accepting of her need for space when she asked for it.

“Sorry I woke you,” she sniffled, using her hands to prop her up further in her bed. Harry let his hand fall from her hair to her thigh, leaving it stationary as a sign of his support.

Harry shook his head. He reached over to the bedside table and retrieved her a tissue to help pull herself together a bit more. “I was already awake. I was comin’ back with a midnight snack when I heard you in here. Just wanted to make sure that you weren't hurt or anything.”

“Well, as you can see, I’m fine, so…” she shrugged off, crumpling the tissue in her hand before she started ripping it into little bits like she usually did when she was upset. She did it a lot when she was sitting across from Dr. Lind in therapy, especially when she was speaking about something close to her heart.

“Darlin’…” Harry pled gently. “You’re not havin’ night terrors over nothing.”

Sia didn’t bug him about the term of endearment this time. Instead, she rubbed her lips together, looking back at Harry as he gazed at her, his green eyes betraying his concern. She knew she wasn’t going to get out of this by insisting that it was nothing, so she went with the route that would give her a chance to gather her bearings until he asked again. Hopefully that was a few weeks from now, if the recording schedule kept them all as busy as it had the previous weeks.

“I don’t wanna talk about it right now, Harry.”

Like she knew he would, Harry nodded sympathetically. “Okay. Do you want me to leave?”

“Actually,” she said, probably surprising both herself and him, “can you stay? At least just until I fall asleep? I could use the distraction.”

Harry sat still for a second before smiling at her. “Alright, budge over. Nearly takin’ up the whole fuckin’ bed.”

She playfully scowled at him. “I sleep alone. I’m allowed to take up the whole bed. After years of sharin’ a bed with your crazy limbs, I deserve to hog a bed.”

Harry laughed as he settled himself in beside her, rearranging the extra pillows to better support him against the headboard. “S’pose you’re right. I’d wake up some mornings to you nearly hangin’ off the edge and I’d be spread out like a toddler who’d snuck into their parent’s room in the middle of the night.”

“Exactly. You’re like a giant toddler,” Sia agreed with a grin of her own. She settled deeper into the pillows she had around herself, getting herself comfortable.

Harry shrugged. “I’ll take it.”

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Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Part ten

Summary: Freddie Mercury said it first. “This thing called love, I just can’t handle it.” In this story we get to know Jensen and (Y/N), two humans that have to learn, that despite their brain, they can’t outrun their heart. When a smiliar friend of them, Jared, introduces the two, sparks fly. They understand each other better than anyone, so it’s no surprise the two eventually end up in bed together. Only condition - No feelings. Neither of them is the relationship person, and neither of them is ready to act on their emotions. So what happens when out of one night, another one follows, and they have to learn that they can’t live without the other? Will they stop being so stubborn and admit their feelings? Or will it be too late when one finally has the balls to do it?

Prologue / Part one / Part two / Part three / Part four / Part five / Part six / Part seven / Part eight / Part nine

The bar was crowded, more than ever before, and (Y/N) tried to swallow down the anxiety she felt. All those people would be staring at her, listening to every word she sang. She usually didn’t care whether there were 3 or 30 people, but with her emotions being all over the place lately, she felt like throwing up at the thought of performing.

It was only a few minutes until she was supposed to be on stage, but from behind the curtain she saw the lights dimming in the bar and how people slowly quieted down. What was happening? The moment the person cleared her throat, she knew who was on stage.

“Ehrm, hi, my name is Jensen Ackles, and I’m sorry for interrupting your night, but there is something I need to do. About two weeks ago, I really fucked up. I was introduced to this… this beautiful woman a while ago, and instead of treating her how she deserved it, I was a complete idiot.”

Someone in the crowd yelled something incomprehensible before Jensen continued. (Y/N) had moved to the side of the stage, completely shocked as she saw (Y/N) Jensen take the stage with his guitar. He looked absolutely beautiful with his hair all spiked up and with that dark blue shirt. She could see how it stretched around his stomach and upper arms, and she almost turned back around to walk away. Jensen’s beautiful voice made her stay, though. She had to see what he had in mind.

“And I know I really screwed this up, and there are no words of how sorry I am. I acted like a child and did the stupidest thing anyone could do. I hurt her. I know she is here tonight, and I know she probably hates me and she won’t give me another chance, but I have to try. Because she is everything I ever wanted, and I was just too stupid to realise it. I thought of many ways to show her how sorry I am, and how much I really love her. Cause I do. My dreams are filled with her beautiful face and her contagious laughter, and when I wake up, you’re not there. I miss her, and I will do anything to prove it. I decided to speak the language of music tonight, because that’s her thing, and it’s what brought us together in the first place. So… (Y/N), this is for you.”

We’ll do it all Everything On our own

We don’t need Anything Or anyoneIf I lay here

If I just lay here Would you lie with me And just forget the world?

(Y/N) heart started racing as Jensen began to sing and play his guitar. His voice was as beautiful as she remembered it from that first night, but this time, there was something else in his voice. The pain, and the emotion she heard with every word he sang felt like a stab in the chest. His face was scrunched up in concentration and his eyes were closed, but still, she couldn’t take her eyes off him. Jensen slowly finished the song before opening his eyes and turning his head in (Y/N) direction, as if he knew the whole time that she was there and watching him.

“I love you, (Y/N).” 

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Some lonely tears ran down (Y/N) cheeks as she went back to the green room to process what just happened. Jensen just confessed his love for her in front of a crowd, as if it was nothing. As if it was the most normal thing to do after everything that had happened between them. He did something he was terribly insecure about, only to prove her how sorry he was. That wasn’t what she was expecting as she told him to prove his feelings, but it was definitely a nice thing to do.

Nobody had ever done something like that for her, and she had to admit her heart healed a little as she saw him on that stage. On her stage.

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me

And just forget the world?

That’s what he sang, and there was nothing she’d rather do. Yes, he fucked up. But everyone made mistakes, right? It was one thing admitting his mistake to her, or to Jared or whoever, but to admit it in front of a crowd… that was something else. It would take time for her to trust him again, but she was willing to try. She was willing to give him another chance. Because Jensen had done what not many guys were able to, and that was to stand for his feelings. He told everyone he loved her, and that was worth more than anything he could’ve done.

With that decision in mind, she went to her band, letting them know about the changes for the show. The songs she’d prepared for tonight were pretty self-explanatory, and performing them on stage would give Jensen the wrong answer. And there was only one way she could answer him, really.

The lights to the bar dimmed again twenty minutes later, and the band got ready on stage. (Y/N) obviously wasn’t able to change the whole setlist for the night, but she was able to exchange some of the songs to others she’d sung before. The band began playing an intro before (Y/N) walked on stage, wearing a skater dress with killer heels. She couldn’t resist dressing to impress tonight, so she may have gone a little overboard on her styling. But who cares. She loved it, and that was all that mattered. A single light illuminated her singing form, and the crowd yelled and clapped along happily as she sang her own version of Sia’s Cheap Thrills.

She smiled into the mic as she finished her song, gazing into the happy crowd. She pushed her hair behind her ear before clearing her throat ad wetting her lips.

“Good evening guys! How are y’all doing?”

Screams were all she got in return, and she chuckled. She was more nervous than ever, and she knew she had to get it over and done with or she wouldn’t enjoy the rest of the show like she wanted to.

“So, tonight may seem a little unprepared to you, and to be honest, that’s exactly what it is! I’m sure you’ve all seen what has happened on this stage earlier this evening and… I guess it’s my time now to answer, isn’t it? So, I’m not good at putting into words what I want to say or what I feel, so I’ll just get straight to the song and let you guys see for yourself what my reply is.”

The soft sound of a piano filled the room and (Y/N) took a deep breath before closing her eyes and getting lost in the music.

Crazy In Love - Beyoncé cover by Sofia Karlberg

It’s the beat that my heart skips when I’m with you But I still don’t understand Just how your love can do what no one else can

It was the line she wanted Jensen to remember, to know. She could feel the song running through her bones, and she unsuccessfully bit back a few lonely tears. The pain she’d felt over the last few days was so intense, that finally letting it all go was such a relief she couldn’t put it into words.

“I believe everyone deserves a second chance in live, so don’t waste it, Jensen.”

The rest of the concert went by in a blur. Her mind was tired, and she wanted nothing more than to finally step off that stage and fall into Jensen’s arms. To feel his comfort right now was all she needed and no matter what happened after, she would grant herself these few seconds.

As (Y/N) left the stage forty minutes later, she was surprised to find Jared and Jensen in the green room. She knew Jared had to be here if Jensen was, but finding them backstage wasn’t what she expected. There was a faint smile on Jared’s lips, if not apprehensive. Jensen’s eyes were filled with tears and as he finally saw her, they spilled over. His hopeful eyes met hers and as he saw the love and pain he felt himself, too, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

They took a step forward at the same time, meeting in the middle and engulfing each other in their arms. It must’ve looked like a scene straight out of a sappy chick-flick movie, but that’s what love does to people, right?

“I’m so so sorry.”

He whispered over and over again, his hand buried in her hair as she fisted his shirt in her hands. Sobs ran through her whole body and for a moment, they both just stood there, relaxing in each others arms. She had missed Jensen’s scent and his strong arms, the warmth that radiated off of him running all through her body. 

“Next time, talk to me before you go around assuming things, okay?”

A guilty look crossed Jensen’s face, and he pulled her impossibly closer to his body.

“I will, I promise.”

Epilogue

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The Cost of Protection - Ch. 11

Summary: Pain, bruises, and cover-up. You had come to accept that this was now your life. He was cruel, but you had to stay with him. It was the only choice. That is, until you meet the green-eyed stranger that refuses to let it go… You have protected others for a long time. Can you learn to be the one to be protected? Can you trust two strangers that say they won’t let anything bad happen?

Warnings: Rape/Non-con; abuse

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You woke to the feeling of fingers on your forehead. You opened your eyes and saw Cas's stern blue ones looking back at you. He held a finger to his mouth to keep you quiet. You looked around and saw that you were back at the bunker and in your bed. Dean was sleeping beside you and Sam was in a chair next to the bed, his head slumped over and snoring.

Cas gestured for you to follow him and you climbed quietly out of the bed so as to not wake Dean. You followed him down the hall and to the library, where you both sat at the big wooden table.

"Y/N, what do you remember?" Cas asked as soon as you were both seated.

You thought for a moment, your memory still foggy. Everything seemed to be coming back to you in broken images.

"I--I remember we were on a hunt, trying to put some spirits to rest," you began, scrunching your eyes and slightly shaking your head. "We split up, and then--oh, God, then Jeff showed up…"

Cas watched you with his head slightly tilted, giving you time to remember. "He--he beat me. It was bad...the pain alone just—he didn't get away, did he?" You asked frantically.

"No. Jeff is dead," Cas said, his voice even.

"But how? I was sure that he was going to kill me."

"He almost did. You were very badly injured when I arrived to heal you. Sam and Dean found him in the basement with you, they got into a confrontation, and Dean shot Jeff. They called me and I healed you, then put you to sleep," Cas explained.

"So he's dead. It's over?" You asked, not daring to get your hopes up.

"It is. And your family is safe. Jeff had only decided to come after you, and I never saw him come near your family."

"Oh, Cas, I don't know what to say," you said, getting up from the table and running to him. You threw your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "Thank you. Thank you for keeping my family safe."

Cas's cheeks turned pink and he gave you a stiff smile and cleared his throat. "It was my pleasure, Y/N. I wanted to tell you the status of your family. I also wanted to tell you that they miss you. They talk about you frequently. Now that they are no longer in danger, you may want to go visit them." He stood up from the table. "I have matters to attend to. Tell Sam and Dean they can call me if they need me."

With a rustle of wings, Cas was gone. You leaned back in your chair and tried to let everything Cas told you sink in. The thought of going to see your family both elated and frightened you. You knew they probably missed you, but could they forgive you for leaving?

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You woke screaming and sweating. The nightmare had been terrible. It was like every horrific moment with Jeff was on repeat, and you had no way to stop it. You took a moment to catch your breath.

"Y/N, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Dean said from beside you. Sam had apparently left at some point to go to his own room, but Dean was still there—Sam must have decided to let him sleep.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine. It was just a dream."

"Okay, well, is there anything you need?" He asked, concern in his brow.

"No, I--I'll be fine. Thanks, Dean."

"I can go back to my bed or I can stay here with you. I just wanted to make sure you were okay when you woke up," he said.

"Yeah, Cas woke me up earlier and told me what happened. Thank you, Dean. Thank you for saving me." You looked in his eyes, trying to convey how thankful you really were. He nodded, and slid out of your bed.

"If you need anything, just holler, okay?"

"I will. Goodnight, Dean," you said as he left your room. The truth was that you really didn't want to be left alone, but you didn't want to be a burden, either. As soon as Dean shut the door and you were in the darkness, panic crept in as the memories returned. You laid back in bed, willing them to go away. You knew it was no use, though, and that you wouldn't be getting much sleep that night.

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Dean

When Dean woke up, he yawned and rubbed his hand over his tired eyes. He laid there for a moment, just thinking about the events from the day before. He had killed a man--another hunter. It wasn't his first human kill, but it still got to him every time. He didn't feel as bad since the guy was a bag of dicks...but it was still hard.

Then there was you. You were nearly beaten to death, but you were so strong. He hadn't gotten to talk to you much after Cas healed you, but he was almost disappointed that you didn't ask him to stay with you in your room the night before. He hadn't really wanted to be alone--not that he would ever admit that. And you had even woken up from a nightmare and just rolled over like it was nothing. Even though you seemed strong, Dean had a feeling it would catch up with you at some point.

Dean rolled out of bed and stumbled down the hall to the shower room. He heard that a shower was running and was about to turn back when he heard singing coming from under the door. He cracked the door open, almost entranced by what he was hearing.

I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose Fire away, fire away Ricochet, you take your aim Fire away, fire away

Dean couldn't believe the voice he was hearing come out of you. It was beautiful and graceful.

Shoot me down But I won't fall I am titanium

You hit the high notes effortlessly and beautifully. Dean leaned against the door frame, listening as you continued singing, almost unable to make himself move.

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You

You were in the shower, trying to wash away the pain and sadness of your dreams the night before. While the steam and hot water helped to tamp down the panic a bit, it didn't get rid of it completely. You did the one thing you could think of to make you feel better: sing.

You were singing "Titanium" by David Guetta and Sia, which was ironic, because 'titanium' was anything but how you were feeling. Singing did something for you, though. It helped to clear your head.

You thought you heard the door to the bathroom open. You kept singing, but decided to peek outside the curtain when you reached the end of the chorus to see if anyone was there. When you did, you saw Dean leaning in the door frame. When you locked eyes, Dean's cheeks turned pink and he looked like a little kid who was caught doing something wrong.

You gave him a small smile and continued singing.

Cut me down But it's you who has further to fall Ghost town, haunted love You raise your voice Sticks and stones may break my bones I'm talking loud Not saying much

You pulled your head back into the shower and continued washing. You replayed Dean's look in your mind, a smirk on his face that said he was intrigued that you weren't embarrassed or upset that he had caught you singing.

You finished showering and dried off. You dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and headed to the kitchen where you found Sam drinking coffee and reading a newspaper.

"Morning, Sammy," you said, getting some coffee for yourself.

"Y/N, how are you?" He asked, putting his paper down.

"I'm good, Sam. Honestly, I'm just glad this is over."

"But...is it over?" He asked, his eyes filled with concern.

"What do you mean?"

Sam heaved a sigh. "I just mean, domestic abuse isn't something you just 'get over.' It usually affects the victims for a long time. And that's not to say you're weak or anything, Y/N, I just...I just mean, it's okay to not be okay."

You felt your heart speed up a bit at what Sam was saying. The truth was, you really didn't feel okay. You were glad you'd finally get to see your family again, but when you closed your eyes, it felt as if you were still trapped, like you never got away from Jeff. You didn't want to worry the boys with your problems, though. They had enough to worry about, what with saving the world on an almost-weekly basis and all.

You plastered on a fake smile. "I'm fine, Sam, really. It was hard, but I'll be okay."

Sam's eyes said he didn't believe you, but the conversation was ended as Dean walked into the room. You lifted an eyebrow and gave him a smirk, humming "Titanium" as you passed by him on your way back to your room.

You heard Dean give a low chuckle just before you were out of earshot.

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Final session of Seekers of the Master!!!

So Bethyl rigged up her warning system to also dump acid on anyone who tripped it. After waiting 12 hours 6 guards and the prince of the castle (Gregor) finally showed up. One guard getting acid dumped on him forcing him to throw his helmet away as he tried to wipe the acid off himself. Sia charmed everyone because she didn’t really feel like violence was the answer this time. Amon disagreed and kept fighting, leading to everyone eventually getting uncharmed.

The battle really dragged on both because the soldiers were quite strong and also because both Sia and Erol were opting out of the fight. Amon was consumed with rage over the death of Magnus, Sorrow was being influenced by her magic dagger to kill, and Bethyl was just confused and being careful with her attacks.

Eventually two guards were knocked unconscious and the prince ordered the others to take them and flee. Only two guards remained with him (one because he was being levitated by Sia as she was still avoiding violence but didn’t want Amon, who was being surrounded, to get killed). Sia charmed the prince and asked for the password to the demon door, and he admitted that it needed his blood to open.

Since Sorrow and Amon had been attacking him their weapons had his blood. Bethyl used Mage Hand to wipe a hanky on their weapons and then give the bloody handkerchief to Sia. She took it and ran to the door. A now uncharmed Gregor called out to her and told her to stop. She asked why. He explained that if they let the king out he’d kill everyone.

Finally everyone stopped fighting and they had a discussion. Turned out the vampire baroness had turned the king into a vampire and when Gregor had tried to release him himself the king had gone feral and killed two of his guards before they managed to lock him back up. Amon demanded an explanation for Magnus’ death and Gregor admitted he had killed him as part of the contract to have ownership over the door. Amon approached Gregor and then suddenly cast his own magic hut spell. No one could enter the hut. It was just him and Gregor.

(O.K., due to where people were standing Sorrow was also int he hut, but he told her to gtfo and she did and stayed outside because she didn't really care.)

They had a very tense chat and Gregor admitted that the door’s offered contract was for one pure, untainted soul. The door had wanted his soul, but his wizard friend refused to let him sacrifice himself. Gregor had wanted to door as a means of getting everyone trapped in the Underdark back on the surface, as the owner could move the door, and fortress inside, to wherever they wanted. Frustrated beyond belief Gregor had then run into Magnus, who was incredibly pissed, so Gregor killed him. He regretted lashing out like that, but Magnus was a good and pure soul, and the door was willing to accept it.

Magnus began attacking Gregor and Gregor just... let him. Each slash of the dagger Magnus had given him Amon flashed to a memory of Magnus. Being rescued from the streets, being trained as a city guard, fighting a purple dragon together. He got ready to deliver the killing blow. Magnus was proud of who he had become. Amon stabbed the stairs by Gregor’s head. He pulled a bloody Gregor into a tight hug and they both cried, Gregor apologizing over and over.

After they both had a good cry inside the hut Amon dispelled it and the two remaining guards rushed in to check over their prince. Everyone got up to speed and it was decided they’d follow through with Gregor’s original plan, but keep the vampire king locked away in a separate area of the fortress. When they brought everyone to the surface they find a way to bring him to a cleric or something. The party had been tasked with bringing the king home, someone else could find a way to return his humanity.

So they spent a couple days gathering all the people that had been trapped in the Underdark and then took everyone back to the surface, back to Waterdeep. There was much fanfare and the party managed to meet up with the queen and let her know what had happened. Amon was able to bring back Magnus’ ashes and give his death note to his sister.

While they had been gathering all the refugees Bethyl managed to “find” Sia’s stolen bag and returned it to her. Sia was glad to have her things back, but she stilled planned to return to the Underdark because she wanted to see the Ds’Eer family. She and Erol spent a couple days up on the surface, however. She was glad to see sunlight again. Erol was much less pleased by the bright light, but he never said a word to Sia.

Then one day they both poofed into the diety realm and finally got to see the Goddess who presided over it. Lady Golden Heart asked Erol if he ever named “it” yet. Sia had no idea what was going on, but Erol had previously been summoned ot this realm without Sia and the goddess and requested Erol title the song he had been composing for Sia. Lady Golden Heart said if he named it and gave it to her she would give Sia something. Erol told her the song was named “World’s Best Butler”. The goddess laughed and Sia blacked out.

When Sia woke up she found herself laying on the floor with a frantic Erol shaking her. She took a deep breath. She breathed! She looked at her hands to check for doll joints and saw that there were none, but she also saw that her skin was was dark gray. She had been resurrected as a full-blooded drow. Erol hugged her, happy that she was alive. She hugged him back.

(I had some insanely good rolls for my resurrection. Somehow not only rolling an elf, but then rolling again and landing on drow.)

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My truemate pt14

AN: I totally forgot to add in the title and everything. Sorry about that. Anyways the next part should be up in the next hour or so. 

CATCH UP HERE >> ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN

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As the morning went on, Castiel goes onto his working duties as you look through the emails about more orders and when they needed to be ready by. You finally looked to the clock which is almost lunch time and you knew that either of your brothers were going to be home, so you thought it would be a good time to step out to delivery the party favours.

“Castiel, Im going to do the delivery now before I forget it all together. Since there are no other customers for pick up, how about you join me for this delivery?” you ask as you take the bundles of the party favours in one hand while he carries the other bundles.

“I would love to escort you” the both of you walk up the stairs to put on your shoes and jacket.

You close the door behind you to lock the door and make your way to his car and place the bundles in the back seat. He gets into the drivers side, you get in the passenger side and he drives out of the long drive way to the customers house that is located on the other side of town.

“When we get back to the house I can show you how to piece everything together and knit, how does that sound?” you ask as you look to him.

“I think that sounds good considering there are no other customers and the orders online are being requested to be finished at a later time. This would be the perfect opportunity” he says with a smile on his face as he drives by his brothers warehouse store.

Michael sits in his office humming out a melody he has stuck in mind for the past month or so. He sees his acoustic guitar in the corner and smiles while he gets up from his chair to play a little something.

As he sits back down with guitar in hands, tuning the old thing that has been sitting there collecting dust and to his delight it sounds the way he wanted it to be. While he is strumming out the melody is when he sings out the lyrics he never thought would come out with the melody.

“Every night I pray

I'll have you here someday

I'll count the stars tonight

And hope with all my might”

You began to come creeping into his thoughts while he is strumming to the music he has been trying to get out on paper. He smiles at the thought.

“And when I close my eyes

You'll be right by my side

If I could only have one wish

You'd be the girl whose lips I'd kiss

All my only dreams”

Now he cant get the image of you out of his head. While dreaming about your smile would be directed at him. Dreaming about the moment he kisses you for the first time and how you would taste like while kissing you.

“And when I close my eyes

You'll be right by my side

If I could have just one request

Stay with me, girl, I confess

All my only dreams”

Dreaming about how you would look beside him in bed while declaring each others love for one another.

“Any waking hour, it seems

I only have you in my dreams”

Now only realizing that these are only dreams but did he wish it would come true and soon enough he will have you in arms. Well if he ever gets the chance to man up and talk to Anna about this.

'Oh god Anna' he mutters to himself as he is still strumming along to the song but he cant help to finish this song first than he will go back to reality.

“So every night I'll pray

I'll have you here one day

I'll count the stars tonight

And hope with all my might”

While still having his eyes closed as he sings along to the song he has come up with and picturing you at the same time, only to think of you an inspiration for the song on how it came to be.

“That when I close my eyes

You'll be right by my side

If I could have just one request

Stay with me, girl, I confess

All my only dreams”

Anna has shown up and quietly leans against the door frame to look at the man in front of her. Well the man she is in love with but at the pit of her stomach his love is for someone else. She has all the proof she needs and thats what she is hearing after a month or so of having an idea.

The one person who lurks in the mind of her loving boyfriend is the one who is his true mate, she didnt want to admit at first but it was there. It was there when he talked about you and feeling your fear after being attacked, it was there when he had malice in his voice while talking about the person who violated you in so many ways and how he couldnt do a thing about it.

Now was her chance to confront him about everything and even end things right now for he truly belongs to someone else and not her. It was only fair considering she had met someone else while being away on business but didnt know how to tell Michael and now she thought that this was a good time to end things on good terms.

As Michael finishes his song he has basically written about you and he turns slowly to write the lyrics down along with the music before it goes away on him. When he is met by a pair of blue eyes, red waving hair and a tall slender figure by the door.

“Anna” he says as he quickly gets up from his chair to put away the guitar and to forget the song for now.

“No please sit, I want to talk to you about something” she says as she enters his office further and closes the door behind her.

“Ok, what did you want to talk to me about?” he asks as he slowly takes his seat again and she comes to sit in front of him on top of his desk.

“For a while now I know that something is going through your mind and today for the first time I can see it clearly” she says while she gazes into his eyes.

“I” Michael couldnt go on to what he was going to say when Anna shook her head.

“Its fine Michael, I see that someone lurks in the very mind of my boyfriend, the very boyfriend who I am in love with or was in love with. When only he is obviously in love with someone else and that someone else is his true mate” she says as she strokes his hand lovingly.

“How did you know?” is all that he asks and doesnt question the thought that Anna has fallen out of love with him.

“I knew when you talked about her being violated and how you desperately wanted to be the one to comfort her, how you had malice in your voice talking about the violator and how you felt completely uncomfortable upon seeing her at the diner” she says as she take her hand away from his hands.

“Anna I have wanted to talk to you about this for sometime now but didnt know how to bring it up.” he says as he looks to her.

“I see that you have been so conflicted for a while now and I thought that I would bring the topic of true mates. I meant it back in College when I said I would let you go when your true mate came along and I still mean it. So I came here to tell you that we should end things now because I dont want you to be so conflicted any longer. I see how it pains you to be away from her, when you and I have true mates” she says as a smile creeps onto her face when she talked about having one herself.

Michael looks to her in complete shock but he couldnt feel but be happy for her.

“When did you meet your true mate?” he asks as he gets up from his chair to be eye level with her.

“I met him two months ago when I left for those business trips to Seattle” she says as her smile widens and tears start to form about her true happiness.

“I am so happy for you but why wait so long to tell me when you could have said something sooner?” he asks as he pulls her into his arms to embrace her for her happiness.

“Because I didnt want to leave you just yet, only when you really found your true mate. I didnt want to see you hurt. I couldnt stand for that like I said I love you too much for you to be alone if your true mate didnt come along.” she says as she pulls away from him.

“If she hadnt come along, you were willing to sacrifice your true happiness for me?” he asks not really sure what to do after hearing that, either hug her again or kiss her but kissing isnt an option right now.

“Well yeah, I would do all of that for you. Now you have met her and its time that we part ways and be with the people who we truly belong to. Michael I wish all the happiness in the world for you along with y/n, now go and tell her how long you have waited to have her in your arms and that you never want to let her go. I love your song by the way and I am pretty sure she is going to love it when she hears it” she says as she gets up from the desk and walk out the door.

She turns back to give him one last wave good bye and Michael stares at the empty spot where she was once seated only to hear her closing the door as she walks out of his office. He can now really have his equal, truly have his equal with no one telling him at the back of his mind on how wrong it is.

He pulls out the note pad from his drawer and picks up the pen beside his phone to write down the lyrics he has sung out just moments ago. He writes out the lyrics down on the note pad with ease and he just wanted to get on the phone with his brother to tell him what had just happened between him and Anna.

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[ifuckinglovestvincent]

Switching Lanes With St. Vincent

By Molly Young

January 22, 2019

Jacket (men’s), $4,900, pants (men’s), $2,300, by Dior / Men shoes, by Christian Louboutin / Rings (throughout) by Cartier

On a cold recent night in Brooklyn, St. Vincent appeared onstage in a Saint Laurent smoking jacket to much clapping and hooting, gave the crowd a deadpan look, and said, “Without being reductive, I'd like to say that we haven't actually done anything yet.” Pause. “So let's do something.”

She launched into a cover of Lou Reed's “Perfect Day”: an arty torch-song version that made you really wonder whom she was thinking about when she sang it. This was the elusive chanteuse version of St. Vincent, at least 80 percent leg, with slicked-back hair and pale, pale skin. She belted, sipped from a tumbler of tequila (“Oh, Christ on a cracker, that's strong”), executed little feints and pounces, flung the mic cord away from herself like a filthy sock, and spat on the stage a bunch of times. Nine parts Judy Garland, one part GG Allin.

If the Garland-Allin combination suggests that St. Vincent is an acquired taste, she's one that has been acquired by a wide range of fans. The crowd in Brooklyn included young women with Haircuts in pastel fur and guys with beards of widely varying intentionality. There was a woman of at least 90 years and a Hasidic guy in a tall hat, which was too bad for whoever sat behind him. There were models, full nuclear families, and even a solitary frat bro. St. Vincent brings people together.

If you chart the career of Annie Clark, which is St. Vincent's civilian name, you will see what start-up founders and venture capitalists call “hockey-stick growth.” That is, a line that moves steadily in a northeast direction until it hits an “inflection point” and shoots steeply upward. It's called hockey-stick growth because…it looks like a hockey stick.

Dress, by Balmain

The toe of the stick starts with Marry Me, Clark's debut solo album, which came out a decade ago and established a few things that would become essential St. Vincent traits: her ability to play a zillion instruments (she's credited on the album with everything from dulcimer to vibraphone), her highbrow streak (Shakespeare citations), her goofy streak (“Marry me!” is an Arrested Development bit), and her oceanic library of musical references (Kate Bush, Steve Reich, uh…D'Angelo!). The blade of the stick is her next four albums, one of them a collaboration with David Byrne, all of them confirming her presence as an enigma of indie pop and a guitar genius. The stick of the stick took a non-musical detour in 2016, when Clark was photographed canoodling with (now ex-) girlfriend Cara Delevingne at Taylor Swift's mansion, followed a few months later by pictures of Clark holding hands with Kristen Stewart. That brought her to the realm of mainstream paparazzi-pictures-in-the-Daily-Mail celebrity. Finally, the top of the stick is Masseduction, the 2017 album she co-produced with Jack Antonoff, which revealed St. Vincent to be not only experimental and beguiling but capable of turning out incorrigible bangers.

Masseduction made the case that Clark could be as much a pop star as someone like Sia or Nicki Minaj—a performer whose idiosyncrasies didn't have to be tamped down for mainstream success but could actually be amplified. The artist Bruce Nauman once said he made work that was like “going up the stairs in the dark and either having an extra stair that you didn't expect or not having one that you thought was going to be there.” The idea applies to Masseduction: Into the familiar form of a pop song Clark introduces surprising missteps, unexpected additions and subtractions. The album reached No. 10 on the Billboard 200. The David Bowie comparisons got louder.

This past fall, she released MassEducation (not quite the same title; note the addition of the letter a), which turned a dozen of the tracks into stripped-down piano songs. Although technically off duty after being on tour for nearly all of 2018, Clark has been performing the reduced songs here and there in small venues with her collaborator, the composer and pianist Thomas Bartlett. Whereas the Masseduction tour involved a lot of latex, neon, choreographed sex-robot dance moves, and LED screens, these recent shows have been comparatively austere. When she performed in Brooklyn, the stage was empty, aside from a piano and a side table. There were blue lights, a little piped-in fog for atmosphere, and that was it. It looked like an early-'90s magazine ad for premium liquor: art-directed, yes, but not to the degree that it Pinterested itself.

Coat, (men’s) $8,475, by Versace / Shoes, by Christian Louboutin / Tights, by Wolford

The performance was similarly informal. Midway through one song, Clark forgot the lyrics and halted. “It takes a different energy to be performing [than] to sit in your sweatpants watching Babylon Berlin,” she said. “Wherever I am, I completely forget the past, and I'm like. ‘This is now.’ And sometimes this means forgetting song lyrics. So, if you will…tell me what the second fucking verse is.”

Clark has only a decade in the public eye behind her, but she's accomplished a good amount of shape-shifting. An openness to the full range of human expression, in fact, is kind of a requirement for being a St. Vincent fan. This is a person who has appeared in the front row at Chanel and also a person who played a gig dressed as a toilet, a person profiled in Vogue and on the cover of Guitar World.

The day before her Brooklyn show, I sat with Clark to find out what it's like to be utterly unstructured, time-wise, after a long stretch of knowing a year in advance that she had to be in, like, Denmark on July 4 and couldn't make plans with friends.

“I've been off tour now for three weeks,” she said. “When I say ‘off,’ I mean I didn't have to travel.”

This doesn't mean she hasn't traveled—she went to L.A. to get in the studio with Sleater-Kinney and also hopped down to Texas, where she grew up—just that she hasn't been contractually obligated to travel. What else did she do on her mini-vacation?

“I had the best weekend last weekend. I woke up and did hot Pilates, and then I got a bunch of new modular synths, and I set 'em up, and I spent ten hours with modular synths. Plugging things in. What happens when I do this? I'm unburdened by a full understanding of what's going on, so I'm very willing to experiment.”

Coat, by Boss

Jacket, and coat, by Boss / Necklace, by Cartier

Like a child?

“Exactly. Did you ever get those electronics kits as a kid for like 20 bucks from RadioShack? Where you connect this wire to that one and a light bulb turns on? It's very much like that.”

There's an element of chaos, she said, that makes synth noodling a neat way to stumble on melodies that she might not have consciously assembled. She played with the synths by herself all day. “I don't stop, necessarily,” she said, reflecting on what the idea of “vacation” means to someone for whom “job” and “things I love to do” happen to overlap more or less exactly. “I just get to do other things that are really fun. I'm in control of my time.” She had plans to see a show at the New Museum, read books, play music and see movies alone, always sitting on the aisle so she could make a quick escape if necessary. But she will probably keep working. St. Vincent doesn't have hobbies.

When it manifests in a person, this synergy between life and work is an almost physically perceptible quality, like having brown eyes or one leg or being beautiful. Like beauty, it's a result of luck, and a quality that can invoke total despair in people who aren't themselves allotted it. This isn't to say that Clark's career is a stroke of unearned fortune but that her skills and character and era and influences have collided into a perfect storm of realized talent. And to have talent and realize that talent and then be beloved by thousands for exactly the thing that is most special about you: Is there anything a person could possibly want more? Is this why Annie Clark glows? Or is it because she's super pale? Or was it because there was a sound coming through the window where we sat that sounded thrillingly familiar?

“Is Amy Sedaris running by?” Clark asked, her spine straightening. A man with a boom mic was visible on the sidewalk outside. Another guy in a baseball cap issued instructions to someone beyond the window. Someone said “Action!” and a figure in vampire makeup and a clown wig streaked across the sidewalk. Someone said “Cut!” and Clark zipped over for a look. It was, in fact, Amy Sedaris, her clown wig bobbing in the 44-degree breeze. The mic operator was gagging with laughter. It seemed like a good omen, this sighting, like the New York City version of Groundhog Day: If an Amy Sedaris streaks across your sight line in vampire makeup, spring will arrive early.

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Another thing Clark does when off tour is absorb all the input that she misses when she's locked into performance mode. On a Monday afternoon, she met artist Lisa Yuskavage at an exhibition of her paintings at the David Zwirner gallery in Chelsea. Yuskavage was part of a mini-boom of figurative painting in the '90s, turning out portraits of Penthouse centerfolds and giant-jugged babes with Rembrandt-esque skill. It made sense that Clark wanted to meet her: Both women make art about the inner lives of female figures, both are sorcerers of technique, both are theatrical but introspective, both have incendiary style. The gallery was a white cube, skylit, with paintings around the perimeter. Yuskavage and Clark wandered through at a pace exclusive to walking tours of cultural spaces, which is to say a few steps every 10 to 15 seconds with pauses between for the proper amount of motionless appreciation.

The paintings were small, all about the size of a human head, and featured a lot of nipples, tufted pudenda, tan lines, majestic asses, and protruding tongues. “I like the idea of possessing something by painting it,” Yuskavage said. “That's the way I understand the world. Like a dog licking something.”

Clark looked at the works with the expression people make when they're meditating. She was wearing elfin boots, black pants, and a shirt with a print that I can only describe as “funky”—“funky” being an adjective that looks good on very few people, St. Vincent being one of them—and sipped from a cup of espresso furnished by a gallery minion. After she finished the drink, there was a moment when she looked blankly at the saucer, unsure what to do with it, and then stuck it in the breast pocket of her funky shirt for the rest of the tour.

A painting called Sweetpuss featured a bubble-butted blonde in beaded panties with nipples so upwardly erect they actually resembled little boners. Yuskavage based the underwear on a pair of real underwear that she'd constructed herself from colored balls and string. “I've got the beaded panties if you ever need 'em,” she said to Clark. “They might fit you. They're tiny.”

Earrings, by Erickson Beamon

“I'm picturing you going to the Garment District,” Clark said.

“There was a lot of going to the Garment District.”

As they completed their lap around the white cube, Clark interjected with questions—what year was this? were you considering getting into film? how long did these sittings take? what does “mise-en-scène” mean?—but mainly listened. And she is a good listener: an inquisitive head tilter, an encouraging nodder, a non-fidgeter, a maker of eye contact. She found analogues between painting and music. When Yuskavage mourned the death of lead white paint (due to its poisonous qualities, although, as the artist pointed out, “It's not that big a deal to not get lead poisoning; just don't eat the paint”), Clark compared it to recording's transition from tape to digital.

“Back in the day, if you wanted to hear something really reverberant”—she clapped; it reverberated—“you'd have to be in a room like this and record it, or make a reverb chamber,” Clark said. “Now we have digital plug-ins where you can say, ‘Oh, I want the acoustic resonance of the Sistine Chapel.’ Great. Somebody's gone and sampled that and created an algorithm that sounds like you're in the Sistine Chapel.”

Lately, she said, she's been way more into devices that betray their imperfections. That are slightly out of tune, or capable of messing up, or less forgiving of human intervention. “Air moving through a room,” Clark said. “That's what's interesting to me.”

They kept pacing. The paintings on the wall evolved. Conversation turned to what happens when you grow as an artist and people respond by flipping out.

“I always find it interesting when someone wants you to go back to ‘when you were good,’ ” Yuskavage said. “This is why we liked you.”

“I can't think of anybody where I go, ‘What's great about that artist is their consistency, ” Clark said. “Anything that stays the same for too long dies. It fails to capture people's imagination.”

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They were identifying a problem with fans, of course, not with themselves. It was an implicit identification, because performers aren't permitted to critique their audiences, and it was definitely the artistic equivalent of a First World problem—an issue that arises only when you're so resplendent with talent that you not only nail something enough to attract adoration but nail it hard enough to get personally bored and move on—but it was still valid. They were talking about the kind of fan who clings to a specific tree when he or she could be roaming through a whole forest. In St. Vincent's case, a forest of prog-rock thickets and jazzy roots and orchestral brambles and mournful-ballad underlayers, all of it sprouting and molting under a prodigious pop canopy. They were talking about the strange phenomenon of people getting mad at you for surprising them. Even if the surprise is great.

Molly Young is a writer living in New York City. She wrote about Donatella Versace in the April 2018 issue of GQ.

A version of this story originally appeared in the February 2019 issue with the title "Switching Lanes With St. Vincent."

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[lotidge]

Lotidge Playlist

Fickken Finally right guys? Did one of these for Shidge, so its only right that I do one for Lotidge!

- mod potential

1. If You Leave Me Now - Charlie Puth ft. Boyz II Men

He’s been hurt worse. He’s suffered wounds dealt to him by bigger and stronger opponents. But her? Lotor couldn’t even bear to label her as such. Even when she killed him like this.

2. Fire Meet Gasoline - Sia

That was the problem, Shiro mused. They were too much alike. They hurt the same way. Fought and killed similarly to. And when they met? On opposite sides of the war? How could their attraction not result in chaos?

3. Infected - Sidekick

It was their game. Catch him, catch her. Outsmart her, outsmart him. Over and over, such was the nature of this dangerous play of their’s. And Lotor relished the chase. Fangs flashing and claws sharpened. He loved it. And, deny it as she might, so did Pidge.

4. Morning Doves - Mikky Ekko

He was right there. Bleeding, weak, and defeated. It’d only take one shot, only one, and everything would be over. This war, this power struggle. All of it would be finished with a single mercy kill. But could Pidge bear to do it? When he looked at her, bleeding and broken and begging for it? I think you know the answer.

5. Take What I Can Get - Matthew Mayfield

There were moments when he was genuine. Where he was soft and boyish, and not at all this picture perfect Prince. Moments where he just sat back and relaxed, silver-white hair blowing all around him like ribbons. Moments where he simply laughed while sprinkling birdseed onto the ground. Naturally he never knew that Pidge had been witness to those moments, but she treasured them all the same.

6. Beautiful Girl - Broken Iris

In the void, Lotor knew only pain. Drawn-out, torturous pain. Pain that played with him. Chewed him up and spit him out. Even agony seemed unwilling to accept him. And whose form this this pain decide to take? Not Allura, she had all but died to him. No. It was someone different. Someone who had always been in the corner of his eye, and never fully in front of him. Someone with shining cold eyes and curling amber hair. Someone beautiful. Someone cruel.

7. Dark In My Imagination - of Verona

She knew that she should stop thinking about it. But Pidge couldn’t help it. He haunted her. She was losing even more of what little sleep she had. Lotor seemed to circle around her at night. She just...felt him. Hands cupping her neck from behind, claws cold and slicing against the soft skin. Velvety breath next to ear as he gasped her name like a tease. Gentle, silken tickles of his bright hair against her shoulder he leaned over and...Pidge shuddered. Willing her imagination to stop.

8. Hymn - Kesha

He had to wonder, would things have turned out different? If he had met her Voltron sooner? Would he have made the right choices then? The right friends? The right lover? The ‘what ifs’ hurt Lotor more than the ‘right nows’. Because he was stuck. Thrown away and forgotten all because no one thought of his worth. But maybe...What if...No. No. It hurt. It hurts. And no one can help him. Not now, not ever.

9. All Night - Beyonce

Pidge never thought they’d see each other again. She never thought that he’d look at her like that, Allura all but a blip on his radar. She never thought he’d touch her like that. So, so very gently. Like a promise. A terrifying promise he was scared of breaking. And she never thought her heart would hammer so loudly for him. For Lotor

10. Say Yes To Heaven - Lana Del Rey (Unreleased)

Shiro should’ve known, should’ve seen it sooner. Lotor was so gentle with Pidge now. The void had...changed him. Not just his personality but his priorities. He should’ve seen it sooner. But he didn’t.

11. Tell Me How To Feel - Maggie Eckford

Pidge couldn’t stop shacking for an entire varga after leaving the void. Everyone had written it off as stress from all the quintessence. But in her heart, she knew better. She had heard the name Lotor whispered after all that rage and fury and terror. And it haunted her. “Pidge”  

12. Roses - Lana Del Ray (Unreleased)

Pidge knew something was off before she even arrived at her door. There was this...overwhelming sweetness in the air. Somehow, someway it made her heart pound. The closer Pidge came to the source of it, her room, the warmer her body became. Flushing as if she was embarrassed. Then she saw it, when the door to her room slid open. The entirety of it absolutely covered in blushing flowers. Every shade of red, pink, and orange covered every inch of her room. Pidge stumbled back. Into a pair of warm arms. Silver hair flowing in her the corner of her eyes as she heard him. Lotor’s voice nothing more than a purr. “Hello Pidge~”

13. Requiem For Blue Jeans - Bastille

She was smarter than this. She had hacked the government, brokered peace deals, and helped defeat an evil warlord. She was better than this. But then Lotor threw her that look again and there went her heart. Flying up to her throat as he cornered her. All but pressing her up into the wall with his mouth, fangs sharp against her tongue. She’s smarter than this, Pidge told herself. But then whispered her name in such a way that made her want for something really, really stupid.

14. Angel On Fire - Halsey

Ambition burned in the both of them. Crawled under their skin like a disease. I can do better, I can do more, I can raze heaven and hell and force them to their knees. They were so alike in that sense. So prone to crashing and burning that it should’ve seemed obvious how brilliantly they collided with one another. Too kindred for hatred, and too spitting for infatuation. But just right for blazing, burning, scorching passion.

15. Give Me Love - Ed Sheeran

Pidge could understand it, she supposed. The loneliness of misunderstanding. Of no one giving you anymore than a single glance, a fleeting thought. Of being seen as so small and pathetic that you’re entire worth as a person became nothing. She could understand something like that. So it hurt her, deeper than words could explain, to leave Lotor there, in that void. Screaming for someone, anyone to please for the love of all that’s good and pure in this world listen to him, understand him please.

16. Daddy Issues - The Neighborhood

Lotor disliked gatherings like this. Women and pretty boys dancing on tables. The gag-worthy scents of smoke, booze, and other things he’d rather not name in the air. But this was where his informant wanted to meet, so the Prince relented. And then the imbecile didn’t show altogether. Gritting his fangs, Lotor was about to leave. Then he saw her. Hidden away and pressed onto the wall. A girl watching him. Those same lonely eyes reflecting back at him. Gilded and gold and unashamed. And, suddenly, Lotor found himself liking this place a lot more.

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Feel free to add onto this or take any of these as writing prompts! Just be sure to tag ;)

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[melthemischievous]

I’ll Be With You From Dusk Till Dawn

A/N: This is my first time ever writing a fanfic, so I hope you guys enjoy it. I had to sort of leave the story in a cliffhanger, since it was getting a bit long, so there might be another part to it. This was written for @cleolemonfanfiction ‘s Marvel Men Writing Challenge

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Black Reader

Word Count: 2201

Warning: Fluff, and mentions of past trauma

Prompt: Dusk Till Dawn by ZAYN & Sia

Summary: The setting takes place somewhat between the ending of Captain America: Civil War and Black Panther. When a telepathic outcast becomes the caretaker of an outcast on the road to redemption, they form an inseparable bond

  It has been a few difficult months when it came to working with such a broken mind. Hydra was very thorough with their brainwashing program, especially with their super soldier, James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, also known to the world as the Winter Soldier. Any normal doctor or psychologist would’ve given up ages ago, since Bucky’s mind was so damaged. But lucky for him, you were willing to step up to the plate. Not only were you T’Challa, who was to become the new king of Wakanda, and Shuri’s cousin,  but Hydra had also caused you great pain in the past. Despite all the hardships you’ve endured, you took on being Shuri’s assistant in order to prove to yourself that you can be a great use to your country, and to prove that Hydra can’t win.

 Thanks to your telepathic powers and through trial and error, you have made great progress with Bucky. With each passing month, there were many breakthroughs when it came to piecing together the very complexed jigsaw puzzle that was Bucky’s mind. Though very hesitant at first, Bucky had taken quite a liking to you. When he first was unfrozen from his cryogenic chamber, the first thing he saw was you. He saw compassion and intensity in your Y/E/C eyes, but he also noticed that you had scars around your body that looked like stripes.

“Hello, Sergeant Barnes. My name is Y/N,” was the very first thing you’d said to him, and the rest was history. While Bucky was very guarded at first, he slowly was able to bring his walls down when it came to you during your telepathic sessions with him. Little by little, you each were able to open up to each other. He told you about his childhood, his best friend, Steve Rogers; and his time in the army. During the sessions, Bucky learned that you were captured by agents of Hydra at a young age and was tortured relentlessly, resulting in the scars around your body. He also learned that they had experimented on you, which resulted with you receiving telepathic abilities. It took four long years for the Dora Milaje to track down the Hydra base that you were being held prisoner in, but after that incident, you were treated like some sort of outcast. The royal family had kept you under heavy surveillance until you able to fully control your newfound powers. When you were rehabilitated back into society, she were immediately given sympathetic yet scared looks from your fellow Wakandans, even earning yourself the name Omnyama from the small children who couldn’t help but gawk at you . “Even though I’m not self-conscious about my scars anymore, I still feel like if I wasn’t part of the royal family, I would still be tortured and experimented on.” You drifted off, trying to swallow down the sadness that was threating to burst out of you as you recalled those haunting memories. With his right hand, Bucky lightly traced the skin of you cheek with his fingertips, causing you to look at him. Your intense yet sad Y/E/C eyes have captivated him yet again, causing his heart to skip a beat. Still keeping his hand on your cheek and keeping his eyes on you, he said, “I don’t mean to be forward, Y/N, but when I first laid eyes on you, I thought you were beautiful, even with your scars.  With everything that Hydra has done to you, I admire the fact that you don’t let it define you. The strength and courage you carry makes you even twice as beautiful, and I’m so thankful that you’re the one helping me. And to be honest, I’m so damn happy that I’m not alone.” With that confession, it caused you to let go of a single tear. A simple, “Thank you,” was all that you could let out. From that day on, a spark grew between the two of you.

Not tryna be indie

Not tryna be cool

Just tryna be in this

Tell me, are you too?

Over time, you were able to convince Shuri and even T’Challa to give Bucky a room in the palace in order to further evaluate him, and to also give him a sense of normalcy. During your time together in the palace, you and Bucky were able to get to know each other on a more personal level, especially since the two of you had the habit of going to each other’s rooms to hang out.  The both of shared your interests and your likes and dislikes, even when it came to music. “Music use to be simple back in my day, but the stuff that is out now in this day and age is complete garbage, “ said Bucky, rubbing his temple with his only hand. “Geez, you sound like an old man! Not all music is garbage nowadays,” you retorted, twirling some loose strands of his hair around your fingers. Bucky looked up at you, arching his eyebrows, “Oh yeah? Care to enlighten me? And for the record, I may be over a 100 years old, but as you can see, I don’t look old.” With the way the he was looking at you, you became a blushing mess. “I-I don’t know! There’s lots of music that is good out there. E-Especially the ones that have a deeper meaning to them or story within the lyrics. I can’t name ones of the top of my head right now, but there’s plenty of them.” Bucky let out a slight chuckle, “You’re so cute.” Clearing your throat, you tried to gather your composure. “We just have to find music that suits you. I honestly take you for a Rolling Stones kind of guy.” “Well…,”Bucky sat himself up, facing you directly to give you his full attention, “I’ll definitely check out their music since you have such interesting tastes,” he said giving her a soft smile, one that was filled with adoration, but with a hint of seduction. With that being said, you couldn’t help but to let out a soft giggle, “You won’t be disappointed.”

Can you feel where the wind is?

Can you feel it through

All of the windows

Inside this room?

In that moment, something went through Bucky like a bolt of lightning. With all the time that he has spent with you, he has viewed you like a little sister or a very close friend, but this time is so different. He wasn’t so sure about his feelings at first, but at this very moment, he is certainly positive that he has deeper feelings for you. Just everything about you was so intoxicating to him, and oh God, the way you looked at him with those intense Y/E/C. He just wants to drain in them and never return to the surface.

‘Cause I wanna touch you baby

And I wanna feel you too

I wanna see the sunrise

On your sins just me and you

Bucky leaned into you, gathering up the courage to prepare himself for what he is about to do next. He reach out with his hand and gingerly stroked your cheek. You were slightly taken aback when Bucky softly planted a soft kiss on your lips, but then returned the kiss, coming to the realization that you too had strong feelings for him. Within that moment, you both started to passionately kiss each other, and before you even knew it, you both were getting into a fierce make out session. Bucky desperately wanted his primal male instincts to take control, but his old-fashioned side got the better of him. He broke away from the kiss, but kept you cuddled up against him. From all the excitement you’ve gotten into, you had said something in Wakandan that caused Bucky to laugh. “I take it that what you just said was a good thing?” Through labored breath, all you could mustered up was a simple, “Yeah.”  After that excitement, a few hours had passed with the both of you just cuddling up in bed, enjoying each other’s presence.

Light it up, on the run

Let’s make love tonight

Make it up, fall in love, try

 The day that T’Challa ascends the throne has finally arrived, and everyone has been ripping and running to make preparations for the coronation. Your main focus was supposed to be on the coronation, but all you could think about was spending the day with Bucky. Even though the two of you enjoy spending time together listening to music and watching movies in each other’s rooms, you have yet to have a proper first date. The amount of time that the two of you had spent time together hasn’t gone unnoticed by your cousins, especially with your aunt, Queen Ramonda. Your cousins were somewhat acceptant of you and Bucky, but it didn’t exempt you from constant teasing. Your aunt on the other hand wasn’t afraid to show her concerns about you spending excessive amount of time with Bucky. She strongly believed that Bucky was supposed to be your ward and nothing more, but she did understand your need to make an outsider feel welcomed. “Now, Y/N, I need you to be on your best behavior today. Don’t forget that your cousin’s ascension to the throne is important to us all. I know that your emotions are running strong for this man, but you cannot afford to be distracted,” the queen said, trying not to sound hard but stern. You lowered your head, wanting to fight back with a retort but knew it would be futile. “Yes, Aunt Ramonda,” was all you could say. “Good…now get ready. We all need to look our best for our future king.” You’ve left the queen’s chambers a bit frustrated, but you have been formulating a plan to spend some quality time with Bucky after the coronation.

It was midday when everyone was preparing to go on the boats to the ceremonial site. You were dressed in a ceremonial gown that represented the royal family’s colors, and your face was adorned with ceremonial markings. You’ve promised your aunt and your cousin that you’ll meet them on the boat, but you couldn’t help but to visit Bucky. When you got close to Bucky’s sleeping chambers, there were two guards keeping watch. You had given them the Wakandan salute, which they had given in return, temporarily relieving them as you’ve entered into the room with the biggest smile on your face. “Wow…,” was all Bucky could say once he caught sight of you, which made you blush. “Stop it,” you said, letting out a small giggle. “What? Can’t help that your beauty amazes me every single time a see you,” he smiled, wrapping you in his embrace. “You and your chivalry,” you said as you lean into him to give him a soft kiss upon his lips, “I’ll be away for a few hours, but I think I have a way for us to have an actual date tonight.” “Isn’t the guy supposed to take a girl out on a date?” Bucky said, tilting his head. “Times are changing, old man,” you said teasingly, giving him a kiss on the cheek.  “I have an idea in mind, but I’ll let you in on the details as soon as I get back. I’ll be back before you can say when.” “When,” he gave a playful pout, making it even harder for you to go to the coronation since he looks so damn adorable. “I promise that tonight would absolutely be perfect.” The two of you gave a last embrace before you left for the ceremony.

But you’ll never be alone

I’ll be with you from dusk till dawn

I’ll be with you from dusk till dawn

Baby, I am right here

Several hours had passed, and everyone in Wakanda was in full celebration mode. Once T’challa was crowned king, you immediately went back to the palace to meet up with Bucky. When you got into his room, you jokingly expressed to him that the coronation was a completely snore fest, but he knew that you were immensely proud of your cousin. You had then taken his hand into yours and lead him over to the bed. Once you both sat on the bed, you began explaining your romantic rendezvous. “I honestly think that you’re ready to rejoin society,” you blurted out. With that statement, Bucky immediately became hesitant. “I-I don’t think I’m ready, Y/N. I know that I don’t feel Hydra’s influence on me anymore, but I don’t think society would be so acceptant of me, “Bucky huffed, getting up from the bed. “I feel like that there’s so much blood on my hands, that I don’t deserve a second chance like this.” You immediately went in front of him, placing both of your hands on his cheeks, “Hey, everything is going to be alright, and you know that I won’t let anything happen to you.” A sudden calming wave went through Bucky’s body, which he knew was your telepathic abilities taking full effect. Once he had felt calm again, he was eager to find out what you had in store for your date.

 A/N: The word Omnyama was the closes translation to the Xhosa language (which was the language used for the people of Wakanda if some of you didn’t know) for the word Black Tiger.

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[marvelandponder]

I’M SCREAMING

We’re 3 months away from this glitter-bomb and they gave us some stuff to scream about. I think I’ll do just that. I took my sweet time putting this together, I know, but there’s a fair bit to unpack and a lot to be excited about so, let’s go through it all!

Animation

Okay, so first things first: people are calling this a 2D movie and that’s not really that accurate.

It certainly has some 2D elements, like the backgrounds, but the style of animation only makes the characters look 2D, when in fact they’re 3D models.

You can tell in how they move. If I were to give you a still screen shot, you might guess that it was from a 2D animation, but in motion, you can tell what it actually is: cel-shading.

I had a hunch that’s what it was so I asked a storyboarder who worked on the MLP movie (and the show) if I was right and she said: 

The program they’re using is ToonBoom, which does rigs with 2D toon shaders, among other things!

You know, I don’t often call things, but I fucking called it. Let me have this. Just to give you a quick definition from Wikipedia:

“Cel shading or toon shading is a type of non-photorealistic rendering designed to make 3-D computer graphics appear to be flat by using less shading color instead of a shade gradient or tints and shades.”

3-dimensional figure with cel shading, has the effect of making it  look 2D. Typically seen with thick outlines on the outside and little to no outlines on the inside:

(Team Fortress 2 itself isn’t normally cel shaded, but that’s a great example a fan made of what cel shading usually looked like when I was growing up)

Cel shading without outlines, as seen in Wind Waker. 

Like I said, just seeing this still image, it looks 2D, but watching it move, you can tell there’s a 3rd dimension to the character with the features and lineart mapped out onto the models to make it look 2D

Which by the way, is really unique for a major release! I don’t know about anyone else, but I was excited that MLP: The Movie seemed to be 2-D since there hasn’t been a domestic 2-D animated movie since Winnie the Pooh in 2011. 6 damn years! While I maybe would’ve ideally liked a completely 2-D animated movie, the backgrounds and the cel shading works in really neat ways, and it will definitely make the movie stand out 

The purely 3-D objects seem unfinished at the moment (but that’s not out of the ordinary, CGI seems to be one of the last processes). It needs texture or shading or something, and I can tell because most of the ship looks too soft (too much like a model) to be metal. I really think this will be fixed for the final product, but that’s probably the most jarring part of the style at the moment

Not all of the 3-D looks unfinished, but the best looking parts are still the painterly, 2-D stuff (look at those towers; they’re really stylized, but you can tell they’re 3D in a more 2D environment)

THAT DIGITALLY PAINTED VERSION OF CANTERLOT THOUGH:

The light effects are definitely 3-D in the fireworks and rainboom

Oh, and speaking lighting, so much of it looks so pretty! There are one or two times when the colours are slightly off, but the majority of the time it looks freaking gorgeous

You can kinda see by looking at Rarity that the shading is juuust slightly off here (kinda like they were for the teaser trailer), but then you look in the background and see this BEAUTIFUL background and Twilight all upset and worried about this invasion, and it feels like such a nitpick to worry about what will probably still be cleaned up before it hits theaters

We also get some really great expressions, so they’re not really limited by the 3D models underneath (if I’m right about that)

Also, just as one last little note here, the style is detailed enough to see little things about the characters we didn’t know up until now, like the fact that the spines on the side of Spike’s head are translucent, or that the colours of RD’s mane aren’t 100% perfectly separated

Overall with the animation, I’m so impressed not only by how gorgeous it is,but by how willing they were to take a risk and incorporate a 3D element in the form of  (I think) cel-shading. This only really matches the creative spirit of the MLP team, though. Whether or not you agree on how well they always execute everything, they always try to step up their game with every new season and push themselves to be and do better.

And while I will say that if some of the more 3D parts (yeah, I’m talking about the zeppelin/airships mostly) aren’t fixed for the final release, I would have a bone to pick with them, but I have faith that we’ll be seeing a much smoother integration of that 3D on the big screen.

Story and Character Details

I really appreciate that they didn’t outright spoil anything too big. It’s definitely a well-cut trailer! We basically only know about the same information we did before, with just a hint or two as to things like who the true villain is.

Just based on the focus given to these characters in the trailer (and what I know of the Storm King’s characterization in the first Movie Prequel comic that was just released), seems like he’s not as big of a threat as the commander of his fleet, Tempest. 

It’s a kind of villain we haven’t seen on the show or even in EQG, and not only that, but 

She’s got a fantastic voice actress behind her, so she can pull off the deliciously evil vibe well without, say, reminding us too much of Chrysalis or other powerful animated villains from Disney classics

Plus her design with the broken horn and her magic sparking up out of it is instantly intriguing to me: for such a powerful presence, it’s awesome to see her weakness (and most likely shady past) is always on display---especially for a commander character, that’s just really cool

Grubber seems to be pretty standard so far, nothing he’s done has really impressed me quite yet, but I’m hoping his best stuff is saved for the movie itself

The sky pirates (or skyrates) look like a lot of fun, and in context I can see how well the bipedal birb pirate blends with the universe (the bipedal designs were the ones I had the most trouble with)

On top of that, we have sea ponies at last! And they’re far more adorable than I ever could’ve hoped

The original sea pony designs from G1 looked a lot more like sea horses, with curling tails and fins on either side, but I think the meraid-ish look is both more marketable for Hasbro and more appealing to look at (the original sea ponies always seemed like a joke in the fandom to me, I admittedly never understood why people would actually want it in G4)

And a-ha! Good queens do exist! Poor Celestia and Luna. Always a princess, never a queen.

Oh, and Seaquestria? It’s freakin’ beautiful. I LOVE the rich blues and purples here. If you haven’t had a chance to check out the 360 image of the underwater palace complete with an excellent piece of background music, treat yourself.

The Mane 6′s sea pony designs are pretty dang adorable. I don’t have anything interesting to say, I just like the cute water horses, okay?

Minor Details and Incidentals

I’ll start out by saying Twilight’s narration in the trailer is pretty standard, but still heartwarming (mostly because I already know and love these characters though). It sort of reminds me of the bits of narration from the How to Train Your Dragon movies, although those had a bit more character to them. 

The what could possible go wrong? line, though. It just makes me laugh thinking of all the flashbacks we could have to the series. 

I guess she’s talking about that festival specifically that she’s organizing, and in that way it’s a show of character development (in a similar way to the character development on display in A Flurry of Emotions, where Twilight is told she’s late and doesn't have a panic attack or worry about what could go wrong... too much), but it’s still hilarious to contrast the idea that nothing could go wrong in Equestria to... literally all of the show. 

AJ and RD protecting their friends even before the others have gotten over the shock of whatever they’re seeing tho

Starlight and Trixie get a bit of screen-time together and it’s adorable. Starlight might be stuck in Canterlot for the duration of the adventure, but I’m glad to see her included. Characters like Discord who might be too hard to explain to new audiences are understandable losses, but even if Starlight’s cameo is brief, it’s good to see her role acknowledged

In terms of music, Sia’s looking adorable so far, and Lukas Graham’s as of yet unreleased Off to See the World sounds pretty catchy (it’s the song at the end of the trailer), so they’ve got talent behind the vocals!

Jumping back to little details, it’s neat how sea pony magic has a very distinct look from unicorn/alicorn magic. Also, the bubbles are really cute

And, okay, I just wanted to take a minute to appreciate how serious this ponk is. Can we all just stop and take a look, because in this scene Twilight’s saying how she’s the one Tempest is after, and she should probably face this alone, which seems to be our Princess of Friendship’s big dilemma in this movie, and Pinkie’s clearly trying to tell her she’s crazy

Gotta love that they didn’t just go for hyperactive comic relief Pinkie Pie; they don’t seem to be boiling down these characters to just one trait (which is partially why I loved the moment where RD and AJ defend the girls; RD’s ego will no doubt be on display throughout the movie, but you’ll also see she’s ready to lay down her life for her friends)

And hey, lookie here! Canterlot got a make-over... and a contractor. There’s more pink than there typically is and it doesn’t necessarily match what we’ve seen of it in the show. Especially places like the throne room:

And you know, I’m a little torn on this detail? It’s beautiful, and I’m digging the starry night mosiac they’ve got going on back there, but it would’ve been nice to see the throne room we know and love rendered in this new style, you know? I’m gonna miss the deep magentas and the stain glass windows of the Mane 6′s accomplishments. I know that’s mostly the fangirl in me, but I like seeing continuity nods back to the show (like hey look: Cadence gets a cameo!)

Unless Canterlot gets destroyed and subsequently rebuilt in the season 7 finale, in which case I’ll shut my mouth

Speaking of which, I still have to wonder exactly when this will take place in the series, or if it exists slightly to the left of canon like the Equestria Girls movies (which, I mean, I consider canon, but still). I know there’s ties into the comics, but I wonder if/when the show will acknowledge the events of the movie... I guess only time will tell

And for now, I think that about wraps it up! All in all, I’m beyond excited to see this thing, as anyone could’ve guessed. 

It should also be noted that a lot of kids movie trailers focus on the fun, comedic portions of the movie, so while I do think it’s mostly going to feel like this, I’m also looking forward to the more character-driven feelsy parts. As we well know, you can never get the full scope of a movie from just the trailer, but it’s usually especially true for kids movies.

Even just from what we have seen, it looks like we’re in for a ride. Can’t wait to get on.

Hey, if you’d like more MLP stuff, you can click right here to see my editorials or here for episode reviews. And if those links don’t look pretty enough, have the last three things I’ve done right here:

Parental Glideance Review, Celestia/Daybreaker Editorial, and LGBT+ Editorial

Year of the Pony

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[ephdraws]

A Little Wicked [a Starscream playlist]

- No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne -

Edit: Spotify version  by @dusty-shelf​ (not a perfect match but mostly complete)

[Song list under the cut]

Valerie Broussard - A Little     Wicked

No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne

One of these days a comin', I'm gonna to take that boy's crown

There's a serpent in these still waters, lying deep down

To that King I will bow, at least for now

One of these days a comin', I'm gonna to take that boy's crown

Bishop Briggs - Dark Side

Acting like I'm heartless, I do it all the time

That don't mean I'm scarless, that don't mean I'm fine

Twin Shadow - To The Top       

Oh I know it’s not the right time tonight But I won't move until this stops We go back to the top

Mikky Ekko - Watch Me Rise       

I'm still standing, I'm still climbing Even when the best are falling, You say, say my name Cause once I get my head above the clouds I'm never coming down

Tove Lo - True Disaster        

Keep playing my heartstrings faster and faster You can be just what I want, my true disaster

Grace [Ft. G-Eazy] - You Don't     Own Me

Don't tell me what to do And don't tell me what to say Please, when I go out with you Don't put me on display

Halestorm - You Call Me A Bitch     Like It's A Bad Thing

You call me a freak like that means something Can't get your way so you insult me I think we know the rest Get it off your chest I don't give a shit

I love it when you call me a bitch like it's a bad thing

Lady Gaga - I Like It Rough

Cause it's a hard life With love in the world And I'm a hard girl Loving me's like chewing on pearls

Porcelain And The Tramps - King     Of The World

'Cause I'm the fucking king of the world Do as I please So get up and get out and I'll show you What it takes for me to control you

Kerli - Hurt Me

Hurt me! See me crawling on the floor, Is that what you've been longing for? Is this enough, do you want more? Go on, if it makes you soar!

Halsey - Castle

And now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it Already choking on my pride, so there's no use crying about it

Bebe Rexha - Cry Wolf

Where the grass is green, but underneath you're cold and hollow Yeah, the words are sweet but no see they're hard to swallow So sick of your crooked smile and your counterfeit soul

Fall Out Boy - I Don't Care     (Machine Shop Remix)

I don't care what you think, As long as it's about me The best of us can find happiness in misery

GUNSHIP - Fly For Your Life

I got spirit, I got wings

I got fire in my lungs

I don't know what you're fighting for

You better fly for your life

Sia - Unstoppable

All smiles, I know what it takes to fool this town I'll do it 'til the sun goes down and all through the night time Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'll tell you what you wanna hear

Porcelain Black - Pretty Little     Psycho

You're lookin' crazy, you're lookin' wrong It looks like we're gonna get along And once I've got you, it's a fact Baby, there's no turning back

Archive - Hatchet

Every time I see you Look me in the eye I look straight back 'Cause a part of me will die

Simon Curtis - I Hate U

Betrayed me, played me, slayed me Hurt me like I've never been hurt before Disowned me Only For the other people you decided that you wanted in your life more Made your bed now lie in it

Mother Mother -  Reaper     Man

Oh yeah I'm an ugly mess Not in the face, but in the head I'm thinking that was best not said But I say it anyway, then I say it again

Melanie Martinez - Mad Hatter

Over the bend, entirely bonkers You like me best when I'm off my rocker Tell you a secret, I'm not alarmed So what if I'm crazy? The best people are

Egypt Central - Backfire

If I could leave this town forever It seems like no ones on my side Duck your head and run for cover Cross that bridge and just move on Save myself but lose another All my innocence is gone

Digital Daggers - Out Of My     Head

I know what's underneath the mask What seemed so good at first is under attack I'm in the wreckage, damage done It almost killed me

Downplay - The One Who Laughs     Last

This is a battleground, I'm caught in the crossfire

My words are weaponry and I'm waiting patiently

You win the battle now but I will return the fire

'Cause I'd crawl on broken glass

To be the one who laughs last

Susanne Sundfør - Delirious        

I hope you got a safety net 'Cause I'm gonna push you over the edge The strangest thing, deliberate Done with intent, without repent

Marina & The Diamonds -     Blue

No, I don’t love you No, I don’t care I just want to be held when I’m scared And all I want is one night with you Just 'cause I’m selfish I know it’s true

Of Monsters and Men - Human

Cage me like an animal A crown with gems and gold Eat me like a cannibal Chasing the neon throne

First Aid Kit - Master     Pretender

I always knew that I was young But with a head held high and a shotgun I could fool almost anyone

I never expected to be struck By the fatal hands of fortune or by sheer bad luck

Snow Patrol - What If the Storm     Ends?

Just for a minute The silver forked sky Lit you up like a star That I will follow

AURORA - Murder Song     (5,4,3,2,1)

He holds the gun against my head I close my eyes and bang I am dead I know he knows that he’s killing me for mercy

Royal Deluxe - Born For This

I get hit, and I might start bleeding But I'm not on the floor staring at the ceiling I'll give you something to believe in About to show you now that it's more than just a feeling I was born for this

Rihanna - Sledgehammer

I hit a wall, I thought that I would hurt myself Oh I was sure, your words would leave me unconscious And on the floor I'd be lying cold, lifeless But I hit a wall, I hit 'em all, watch the fall You're just another brick and I'm a sledgehammer

Laura Mvula - You Work for Me

Dragged up, kicking and screaming Tied to the bottom of the sea I really don't care what you believe in Just remember one thing You work for me

Zedd, Kesha - True Colors

All my life, one page at a time I'll show you my, my true colors No, no no no I won't apologize for the fire in my eyes

The Prodigy - Spitfire

Fitz and the Tantrums - Burn It     Down

Let's sit behind this fortress I built it just to keep the whole world out It wasn't meant for you Look who's left a prisoner

Bishop Briggs - River

Tales of an endless heart

Cursed is the fool who's willing

Can't change the way we are

One kiss away from killing

Don't you say, don't you say it

One breath it'll just break it

So shut your mouth and run me like a river

Hoobastank - First of Me

I here a voice inside It's crowning to a scream 'cause I can live the lie I am just what you see I'm not the next of them I am the first of me

Lissie - I Don't Want To Go To     Work

I don't wanna go to work You don't pay me what I'm worth Can't make me go home now and go to bed I don't want to go to work All my dreams just turned to dirt 'Cause pretty soon there won’t be none left

Sia - Never Give Up

And I won't let you get me down I'll keep gettin' up when I hit the ground Oh, never give up, no, never give up no, no, oh

Lauren Aquilina - King

You've got it all You lost your mind in the sound There's so much more You can reclaim your crown You're in control Rid of the monsters inside your head Put all your faults to bed You can be king again

#starscream #playlist #maccadam #maccadams #music #I suck at tumblr formatting sorry #also behind the cut it's quite long #bc it has lyrics excerpts #enjoy!!!!!!!!!! #my art

[holanads]

"The wisest man is he who can account for his actions." - Umar bin Khaththab Radhiallahuanhu.

In this sparkling-miserable-temporary world with full of slander and temptation, it can be so hard to be/find a true man. But, some exist, yet 'invisible'.

There are still men know how to be a gentlemen, know what real beauty is. They do not see beauty only by physical appearance, status, or occupation. They stay honorable no matter what, they aren't afraid to learn and grow, even when things are hard. Men are like steel, when they lose their temper, they lose their worth. So, gentlemen know how to balance being tough and tender. They must at times be hard as nails, willing to face up to the truth about himself, but he must also be tender. They are strong because they are gentle. Many people especially men live their life following the commons and just a few who'd rather stand on their own principles and bold decisions. But, a great man isn't afraid to do what is right, just as Allah has confirmed to us. He is always faithful. 

A real men are never afraid to help child/weak people. He does't stand so tall as when he stoops to help them, indeed a good man can feel the pain of others. And a real man never stop trying to show his parent and his wife how much they mean to him, even after he's got his wife, a good husband knows that he is not an expert. MashAllah tabarakallah. Kalau diperhatikan, di dunia ini teryata ada banyak laki-laki yg baik, rajin sekali ke masjid & tekun beribadah. Laki-laki yg giat bersekolah, memilih untuk belajar dan berkarya saat durjana lain mengisi waktu kosong dgn sia-sia. A real man doesn’t stop seeking knowledge until his heart stops beating. Mungkin ada laki-laki yg berbuat baik kpd kita (perempuan), menjadi sahabat dan mendengarkan keluh kesah kita. Laki-laki yg bekerja keras & menjemput nafkah halal. Laki-laki yg taat kepada kedua orang tua, menyayangi istri & anak-anaknya, family guy.

I dedicate this for every akhi who says less and does more, especially for a man who makes me falling in love, a man who struggled so hard for his family till his last breath. kangen, Pa. you are my lel[akhi]

jumuah mubarak!

pic: subhitaha