#I can listen to jackie and wilson by hozier and feel better again
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Jackie and Wilson
Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader
Warnings: None, I think.
Summary: Eddie wrote the Hozier song Jackie and Wilson about you in this fic bc i don’t know how to make up song lyrics.
A/N: I'm crushing on a musician rn so i wrote this. i really like it idk.
Word Count: 1.8k
Eddie had been playing his acoustic guitar intermittently, leaning up against your headboard as you worked on an essay for one of your community college classes. He only used his acoustic guitar when he was writing songs. He wasn’t singing though. He usually sang as he played. Usually he wrote his lyrics before even thinking about melody or rhythm, like a poet who happened to be a metalhead. You stretched as you put your pencil down. Eddie looked over at you.
“Done?” He asked.
“No, but I want to take a break,” you said. Eddie smiled brightly when you met his eyes, approaching the bed. Eddie quickly gathered up his notebook and music sheets, moving them to the side. You laid down beside him snuggled into his side, resting your hand on his thigh, and closed your eyes. His guitar was still settled in his arms.
“Sing your new song to me, Eds,” you requested. Eddie blushed, unbeknownst to you.
“It’s…uh…it’s not done,” he muttered.
“Sing me what you have,” you asked. “I like hearing you sing.” Eddie’s blush darkened.
“It’s not good enough yet,” Eddie told you.
“Don’t say that, Eddie,” you replied quickly. “You’re always good enough.” Eddie smiled softly despite the anxiety he was feeling about sharing his song with you.
“Thank you, sweet thing,” Eddie said.
“Sing to me, please,” you asked again.
“I only have a few parts done,” he said. “But uh…it goes like this…” Eddie started strumming a melody on his guitar. It wasn’t his normal metal style though, it was the blues style that you often listened to. He hummed along to the melody where he didn’t have words yet and then after a few bars he began singing.
“She blows outta nowhere, roman candle of the wild…”
It was the Fourth of July. Eddie had gone to the quarry in the hopes of avoiding the crowd, but still being able to see the fireworks. When he got to his usual spot, there were no other cars around. He would be alone.
But when he approached his usual look out spot, you were there. You were illuminated by moonlight. He’d never seen someone so beautiful. That was what made his heart drop. He was sure you’d be another person to call him a freak. He turned around to find somewhere else to watch the fireworks from.
“You can stay. This is the best view,” you called. Eddie froze. He didn’t think you had seen him. He turned back to face you.
“I don’t want to bother you,” Eddie said.
“It’s alright,” you said. “I’d like the company.” This time Eddie heard your voice waver a bit. He decided to join you. He’d never made a better decision.
When he got close enough that night he saw that there were tear streams on your cheeks and your eyes were red and puffy. He sat down in silence.
“I’m Eddie,” he introduced himself.
“Y/N,” you told him.
“I’ve never seen you before,” he said.
“I just moved here,” you said. “Actually, if you know a cheap place for rent or somewhere that’s hiring I’d love to know.” Eddie was quiet for a moment. You were clearly in the midst of something serious.
“Are you alright?” He asked after a moment. Before you could answer a firework shot up into the air, golden glitter sparkling throughout the sky. There was a small quiet before the next rocket was shot off. You took the brief pause of explosions to reply.
“Let’s just enjoy this moment. We’re never going to forget it.”
Your eyes widened when you realized that this song was about you. And by the style of it, it was for you as well. Eddie kept singing.
“...Laughing away through my feeble disguise…”
Eddie would never forget the way you laughed when he walked out of Max’s house with her Michael Meyers mask. You had been standing watch while everyone talked out the next move. Everything seemed to be going to hell, but you still had your sense of humor. You were still the sweet and funny woman he’d fallen in love with.
Eddie hummed a bit more, mumbling a few words that he wasn’t sure he liked yet before he began singing again.
”…And lord she found me just in time
She's gonna save me, call me ‘baby…’”
Eddie would never forget that you saved him. He wouldn’t forget that you dragged him out of the upside down and saved him. He didn’t remember much of that moment, the blood loss was too much for his mind. What he remembered was waking up to you holding his hand in a hospital bed while you were reading “The Lord of the Rings” to him. He remembered the way your voice was heavy and sad while you read.
“Hey, beautiful,” Eddie croaked. Your eyes shot up from the book.
“Baby!” Your voice was light and happy. “You’re awake!”
“I’m awake,” Eddie agreed softly. Tears began slipping down your cheeks. “Oh, no. Angel, don’t cry,” he begged.
“I’m sorry. I just thought I was going to lose you."
“What happened?” He asked. Your expression dropped and you scowled.
“You did something incredibly brave and saved a lot of people, and if you ever do something like that again I’ll kill you, Munson,” you said fiercely. Eddie chuckled.
“So it worked out?”
Eddie hummed a few more bars as you were tearing up.
“...Run her hands through my hair…”
Eddie would never forget the first time he felt your fingers tangling into his mane of curls, gently scratching his scalp as your lips were shoved against his. You had been making out in the back of his van, hiding out there during your lunch break. You hadn’t been together long at that point. When you tugged on his hair he moaned. You leaned away to giggle. For some reason that was it. He knew right then that he belonged to you.
“Don’t laugh at me!” Eddie whined.
“I’m not laughing…I just… I like you a lot,” you said softly. Eddie blushed.
“I like you a lot too,” he told you.
“Good. Now keep kissing me.”
You had sat up to look at Eddie at this point, but he was avoiding looking at you, still nervous about your reaction to the song.
“...She'll know me crazy, soothe me daily
Better yet, she wouldn't care…”
Eddie would never forget when he came home crying. He dropped his backpack on the floor when he got into the trailer and immediately headed for his room. He didn’t notice you sitting on his couch as he wiped tears from his eyes.
“Eddie?” You called softly. Eddie froze. “What’s wrong?” You asked. He turned to see you.
“Why aren’t you at work?” He deflected.
“Got off early,” you told him. “I wanted to see you.�� He sniffled.
“Give me a minute to get changed,” Eddie choked out. Before he could reach his door you had caught his hand, keeping him with you.
“Baby, what happened?” You asked softly, raising your free hand to wipe his tears and cup his cheek.
“It’s nothing,” Eddie said. “Just talk. I don’t know why it’s getting to me this time.” His voice was off. He was lying.
“Eddie,” you protested. That was enough for him to fold when it came to you.
“People were saying I’m not good enough for you.” You frowned. “They were saying I’m a freak and you’re…well, you’re perfect. And they’re right.”
“You are not a freak and you are more than good enough for me,” you said immediately. “You’re perfect and you’re perfect for me. I can’t imagine anyone better,” you said firmly. You pulled his head down to lean his forehead against yours and put both your hands on his cheeks. His hands slid around your waist, pulling your body close against his.
“I don’t know if anyone else thinks that,” Eddie murmured.
“I don’t care what anyone else thinks. All that matters is what we feel for each other,” you told him.
“You’re right,” he agreed. “I…know…I’m good enough for you,” he added unconvincingly.
“You are. I’ll tell you everyday if that’s what you need, Eds.”
“...We’ll steal her Lexus, be detectives
Ride round picking up clues…”
Eddie would never forget when you pulled up to Reefer Rick’s in your dad’s Lexus. Eddie had been terrified all night, but there you were to help him figure out what was happening. There you were, by his side, like you would always be. You wrapped him in your arms tightly and looked him over for injuries, knowing that he was prone to ignoring them on account of not liking doctors.
“I’m okay,” Eddie told you. You raised an eyebrow.
“Okay?” You repeated.
“Yes, sweetheart. You’re here now. I’m okay.”
“Does anyone else know you’re here?” You asked.
“No,” he said. “Just you.” Just then Steve Harrington’s car pulled up. Before long you and Eddie were caught up on the alternate dimension beneath Hawkins. And not long after that Eddie was tucked into your Dad’s car, laying on the floor of the backseat as you drove off, on your way to prove Eddie innocent and save the day.
“...We’ll name our children Jackie and Wilson
Raise them on Rhythm and Blues…”
“That’s as far as I’ve gotten,” Eddie said as he put the guitar to the side. He finally turned his eyes up to look at you and saw your face doused in tears. “Sweetheart?”
“Eddie, you wrote a song for me,” you whispered. Eddie smiled proudly.
“Course I did,” Eddie said. “You’re my muse, princess.”
“I can’t believe you did this. It’s amazing,” you told him.
“It’s not finished yet,” he said.
“You can do whatever you want with the rest,” you said, wiping away another tear. “All of that was perfect.” Eddie smiled.
“It's not too hard to write a perfect song when you’re writing about a perfect person,” Eddie said. You smiled. You crawled forward, straddled him, and wrapped your arms around his neck. You kissed him passionately. Your lips moved in harmony and your tongues traced each other perfectly. You melted into the kiss. You sighed softly as you leaned away.
“You have to record a copy of that for me when you’re done,” you said. Eddie smiled.
“It’s supposed to be your anniversary gift,” he said. “You can’t hear anymore of it until I’m done now.” You grinned widely.
“How am I supposed to compete with that?”
“Honey, if all you do that day is call me you win,” Eddie said. You ignored this.
“I’ll figure it out, Munson. I’ll get you a perfect gift too,” you said assuredly. He chuckled.
“Don’t need a gift,” Eddie said. “You’re the perfect gift, sweetheart.”
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson fic#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson x reader fluff
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are we talking hozier???? Jackie and Wilson is the ultimate Ghost and Goose song (after work song of course). “Every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside […] We tried the world, good God it wasn’t for us // She’s gonna save me, call me ‘baby’ // Run her hands through my hair // She’ll know me crazy, soothe me daily // Better yet, she wouldn’t care”
(Just ignore the last verse lol)
Anon Jackie and Wilson is quite literally my favorite Hozier song, and is absolutely a Ghost and Goose song. (Their youngest daughter is named Jacqueline [Jackie])
I think about them every time I listen to this song. I create little movies in my head of them sitting at the bar and bumping their shoulders together. Of laying in bed and counting each others fingers quietly, tracing scars and whispering soft admissions. Of watching the sunset from horseback and hoping heaven looks just like this. Anyway.
So tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes
No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
So deep in this swill with the most familiar of swine
For reasons wretched and divine
She blows outta nowhere, roman candle of the wild
Laughing away through my feeble disguise
No other version of me I would rather be tonight.
And, Lord, she found me just in time
'Cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done
I need to be youthfully felt 'cause, God, I never felt young
I mean again I could literally go line by line but the first part is them. It's their meeting and Ghost falling in love. It's Ghost being at his lowest in a bar in nowhere Texas, wondering what he's doing with his life. He's tired, he's surrounded by strangers, he's trying to be a person again, he is wretched.
And Goose blows into his life like a firecracker. She laughs off his attempts at getting rid of her, steals his hat, and he lets himself be a person with her. "No other version of me I would rather be tonight" Good lord he is human with her, he's Simon, he's loved so entirely for reasons wretched and divine. He doesn't have to pretend, he can just be, and in her arms he is the best a man can be. She found him at the end, at rock bottom, just in time to make him pull himself out. Just in time to make life worth living, in time to give him a reason to pull himself out of bed in the morning.
Goose is full of life and youth and she pulls Simon along with her. He gets to feel young when he's been old since he was a child. Forced to bear the weight of the world, now he has someone that helps him set down Atlas' burden. He's having a mid-life crisis at 30 because he never thought he'd make it this far and now the biggest threat to his life his getting kicked by a horse. But it's good, it's so good, there's no one- nowhere else he'd rather be.
She's gonna save me, call me "baby"
Run her hands through my hair
She'll know me crazy, soothe me daily
Better yet, she wouldn't care
Yeah.... yeah. I mean self explanatory. I said in "Work Song" that Goose gives Ghost the space to decide what he wants her to know. She doesn't poke and prod for answers or try to change him. She's there to help him overcome the hard times, but she isn't trying to fix him. (Although she does sign him up for therapy lol) She doesn't care about what bad he did in his past, she trusts that he did it for the right reasons.
She's a balm for his wounds, and the first time she calls him "baby" I think Ghost absolutely melts.
Lord, it'd be great to find a place we could escape sometime
Me and my Isis growing black irises in the sunshine
Every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside
We'd sit back and watch the world go by
Happy to lie back watch it burn and rust
We tried the world, good God, it wasn't for us
They do have a place to escape to, but also it's just a further removal of Ghost from his life in the military. He wants somewhere just for himself and Goose. A small part of heaven that they can share. Somewhere they can grow things --fruits and vegetables, a family-- somewhere with sunshine and warmth.
The parts of himself that he always hated buried in the yard. Ghost made human again, sitting on the porch watching the sun set. The world moves fast but he's not racing to catch up to it anymore. He sits and enjoys the time he has, the life he's made, because he has Goose to share it with.
"We tried the world, good God, it wasn't for us" feels very much an admittance that they both had problems. They both had scars that they'd picked up trying to fit themselves into the right boxes for the world. Trying to make themselves easily consumable, and finding that for the right person they don't have to. They make their own little patch of the world with the understanding that if it all burns down at least they'll have each other.
We'll name our children, Jackie and Wilson
Raise 'em on rhythm and blues
Building a family together, knowing how they're going to raise their kids might not be to everyone's taste but it'll be theirs. And the kids won't mind, the music is good and their house is full of love. It's aspirational, it's a promise; we will have children my love, and we'll raise them without scars.
#ghoul speaks#simon ghost riley#oc: goose#x oc#ghost x oc#cowboy!Ghost#ghoul's pretentious hozier bullshit
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Erebus
Member: Jimin (BTS)
Prompt: Song!drabble, inspired by Jackie and Wilson, Hozier
Rating: PG-13
Idea: Criminal!AU
WC: 2,503
↳ part of my 30K milestone drabble game
Park Jimin had never been described as a patient man.
When he was younger, this was attributed to him as a bad thing; said with all the weariness only first-time parents could muster. As he grew, Jimin learned to wear his weakness as a weapon. No, he was not patient.
Jimin did not wait for things to happen; instead, he made them happen.
One leg crossed over the other, Park Jimin tapped his foot to the floor. The shoes he wore were immaculate, nary a scuff on their leather – purposeful, on his end. People tended not to ask questions when a person’s shoes were well-kept. At least, those were the rules in this particular establishment.
At the back of the room, a single door opened and through it, stepped a nicely groomed man in a suit. All bank employees at Rothman’s were nicely groomed in order to ensure nicely groomed men became customers. Before the door could swing shut behind him, Jimin caught a glimpse of the room just beyond.
Aside from a blink, his expression was entirely neutral.
“Everything seems to be in order here,” said the man, not bothering to sit at the desk in between them. Thumbs brushing the paperwork, he pretending to read every document. In reality, Jimin knew his actions were as much a bluff as his own.
“Excellent.” Jimin stood from his chair. “Shall we return to the bank floor?”
Ten minutes ago, the pair had left the bank to enter this room. Jimin had requested a private audience with a specialist to inquire after a unique line of credit. The man in the room was the only credit specialist in the bank.
Nodding once, the man agreeably turned and – still quite agreeably – Jimin pressed his gun against the small of his back.
The man tensed.
“Now,” Jimin said, lips brushing his ear. “Have you ever seen the aftermath of a bullet embedded in a man’s spine?”
“N-no.”
“I see.” Jimin spoke plainly. “Would you like to?”
“No!”
“Even better.” His smile widened. “Let’s not make this harder than it needs to be, then.”
Wisely, the banker chose not to respond.
Paused, Jimin listened for the distant tolling of bells. St. Tanir’s Cathedral rang precisely every hour, on the hour. The hour in question was 11:00 AM, which was the agreed-upon time for the occasion. 11:10 AM was when the guards switched for lunch and someone might be able to sneak into their rooms unawares.
“We’re going to turn around,” Jimin said quietly. “And you’re going to let me into the next room with that key around your neck.”
The man’s gaze shifted sideways. “It won’t matter,” he said resolutely. “I don’t have the key to the safe.”
Jimin chuckled. “Obviously not. That would be too tempting for you.”
The banker seemed mildly affronted by this, but Jimin did not care. The banker was a man, after all and all men could be tempted. Together, the two walked across the room – one of them respectable, one decidedly not.
At the door to the next room, the banker paused.
Jimin leaned in. “If you’re imagining yelling for help, I wouldn’t.”
Swallowing hard, a lump ticked his throat. At last, the banker located the key hidden within the depths of his clothing and slid this into the lock. It opened with a click, just as it had when the man entered. Jimin pushed them both forward.
In any other circumstances, Jimin might have picked the lock himself. It would have taken him only a few moments, but time was of the essence today. Besides, the banker could prove to be useful leverage in a pinch.
As they entered the next room, Jimin saw it was bare – conspicuously so. He smiled.
It had taken Jimin a long time to track the crimson diamond. So called, because its pathway through history had been soaked with its blood. The last known sighting was with Edgar Von Welsh, aged 87. He was charged with transporting the priceless commodity from Wixin to Rakkir some forty years back. Obviously, Edgar was interrupted. Since then, sightings of the diamond have been based on rumors and hearsay.
Not that this dissuaded Jimin in any way from seeking it out. He, himself was a creature of rumor and hearsay – like calls to like, as they say.
It was clever of the government though, to stage their disappearing act. Before the diamond was taken, it was easily located by the best thieves and criminals. Criminals are a notoriously chatty bunch. In a society where currency holds little value against knives in the alley, reputation is everything. The crimson diamond became known for how many times it changed hands.
Until it disappeared.
Teeth gritted, Jimin searched the room.
Even amongst criminals, Jimin was considered an oddity. People knew him but could never be certain of the objects he stole. This was because Jimin rarely kept his treasures. Take the crimson diamond, for instance. Its bloody trail began when it was stolen from the famed mines of Antifa, herself. Ripped from its native land and placed in the crown of a foreign King.
As soon as Antifa was freed from this King’s rule, high-ranking members of their council sought an audience with Jimin. He accepted the mission on principle – although the finder’s fee they agreed to pay him did help.
Casually, Jimin prodded the man forward. “I’m going to release you,” he said, still utterly calm. “You will not make a sound. If you try to run, I will shoot you. If you make a single sound, I will shoot you. If you so much as breathe loudly, I will knock you out – and then shoot you. Do you understand?”
Chin wobbling a bit, the man nodded.
Jimin surveyed him a moment, then turned to the wall. “You’re weighing your options right now, aren’t you?” Cocking his head, he stepped forward. “Attempting to figure out how fast I am. Thinking to yourself, ‘what if I ran while he’s distracted with the lock?’” Jimin made a tsk-ing sound beneath his breath. “These are all the wrong things to think.”
In the corner of his eye, Jimin saw the man blink. “That’s not what I was thinking,” the man said, entirely unconvincingly.
“It was,” Jimin said, his boredom clear. With a flick of his wrist, twin silver picks fell into his palm. “It was a stupid thought, though and let me tell you why. I’m a much faster shot than you can move.” Feeling along the wall, Jimin paused. “By the time a single syllable passed your lips, my bullets would have erased the rest of the word. Perhaps you’ve heard of me.” Jimin smiled, locating the near-undetectable seam. “Erebus.”
The man paled.
Jimin nearly laughed. “Ah, so you have heard of me. Good. Perhaps you know this already, then,” he drawled, inserting one of his picks into the lock. “But do you know where my name comes from?”
Barely audible, the man said, “The god of shadows.”
“Very good.” Inserting the other pick, Jimin waited for the humble click of success. “More of a primordial deity than a god, but who am I to quibble? Do you know why I am named as such?”
The man shook his head.
Jimin sighed. How tedious, to spread his own legacy. “There are many types of darkness. The inside of a safe, for example,” he said, cracking open the door. “Or the eternal darkness to which we all shall return.” Grabbing the diamond, Jimin turned towards the banker. “And then, there are shadows. Both existing and not, both living and dead. That is what I am.”
With one hand, Jimin tucked the flawless diamond into the waistband of his coat. The banker’s gaze flickered once to its pocket.
Although his throat remained dry, the banker managed to swallow. “You’re both… living and not?”
“Correct, Mr. Johnson.” Jimin shut the safe, ignoring how the banker jumped. Clearly, he did not expect Jimin to know him, but Jimin knew many things he should not. “I exist in your world, obviously – the land of the living. And then – the door, please,” he said, gesturing with his gun.
Mutely, the banker pulled down on the handle.
“And then,” Jimin said, stepping behind him. The barrel of his gun re-found the man’s back. “I also exist underground. Dealing in lies, deception, trickery. The sort of work despised by the living.”
“Why are you telling me all this?” the man asked, gaze fixed on the door.
“Maybe I’m bored.” Jimin glanced up at the clock. “Or, maybe I’m stalling for time.”
It was at this precise moment alarm bells rang out.
Lowering his gun, Jimin intended to tell the man to return to the front. Had he obeyed, Jimin would have let him leave – but instead, the man experienced a moment of extreme stupidity. Or bravery. It was often difficult to tell the two apart.
Whirling, the man dove for Jimin’s waistcoat. Having been expecting this, Jimin stepped aside – and was promptly socked in the jaw, which Jimin had not been expecting. Exhaling through clenched teeth, Jimin straightened.
The man swung again at his face.
“I take it you’re not Mr. Johnson?” Jimin asked, grabbing his punch.
Smart, to pose a trained operative as the teller. Jimin should have been expecting this – it niggled the back of his brain he had not. It was unusual for Jimin to miscalculate variables.
Shoving his hand in Jimin’s coat, the man looked up in alarm. “Where is it?” breathed not-Mr. Johnson. “What did you do with the diamond!”
Releasing a sigh of disappointment, Jimin allowed himself to be fondled. Once the man had thoroughly exhausted the inside of his waistcoat, Jimin retracted and backhanded his face. Releasing his coat with a cry, the man staggered backwards.
Slowly, Jimin walked forward. “As though it would be so easy.” With a twist of his fingers, the diamond appeared in his grasp. Before the man could take it, Jimin vanished it easily. “My original plan was to leave you intact.”
The man did pale then. Jimin cursed himself for not having noticed the difference.
Gaze flat, the light fled from Jimin’s eyes – along with his mercy. “But now,” he said smoothly. “You’ve cost me valuable time.”
The man whimpered, the sound breaking past his now-trembling lips. Drawing a hand backwards, Jimin pointed his gun – only to bring its handle down on his head. The man instantly slumped, rendered unconscious. With any luck, he would not remember these proceedings.
Stepping over his body, Jimin dusted off his hands. “As though I would bloody them for him,” he muttered – to himself, since there was no one else present.
Entering the first room, Jimin peered down the hall. The Bank was in predictable chaos. Alarm bells rang out overhead – the insistent tone which signaled someone having breached the Royal vault. Flipping down his collar, Jimin melted into the crowd. Merely another customer, afraid for his life.
Three security men ran past him, each talking excitedly into their earpieces. “Close off all civilian entrances,” they declared. “Alarm was tripped in section A7.”
Jimin’s lips quirked. A rather brilliant idea, on his end – few knew this Bank housed two separate vaults, one of them directly across town from here. It was a failsafe on the Bank’s end, a way to ensure their money was never held entirely in one place. On the other hand, this meant their forces were often divided.
At precisely 11:00 AM, while Jimin was stealing the diamond, someone else snuck into the security center and tripped an alarm for the vault across town. At that minute, security was assembling to leave their bank and assist the other – or, they would be until vault A7 was reached and they discovered nothing was missing.
Jimin needed to be gone before then.
Hurrying his stride, Jimin kept his head down and walked behind security. They provided an excellent cover for him, moving through the back hallways – until he reached Conference Room B and ducked sideways. Just past its door, a blue lump of clothing was bundled onto the floor. Jimin changed as fast as possible before he re-entered the hall.
Gaze on the ground, he blended into security. When one shoved open the back door, Jimin stepped out of the way and bent to tie his shoe. “I’ll catch the next one,” he mumbled, waving them on.
As they piled into the armored van and pulled from the bank, Jimin straightened. His pulse beat, thump-thump against his chest. Squinting down the back alley, he wondered where in the hell you were – and then an armored car – license plate A7J893 – came into view.
Gripping the handle, Jimin yanked open the door and climbed swiftly inside.
You wasted no time, slamming your foot on the gas and heading towards the gate. The disgruntled security you left behind could not be helped – soon, they would have bigger problems to worry about. Namely, the fact that their prized crimson diamond was missing.
As you exited the Bank, Jimin slouched low in his seat. You were the one who did the talking, who waved to the officer on duty as you pulled onto the street. Following the other security vans through the city, you abruptly turned as you got on the highway.
Jimin exhaled beside you, a low hiss of breath. “Fuck,” he muttered, eyes wide. “We did it.”
Snorting, you reached up to remove your blonde wig. Shaking your head, your natural tresses spilled out – Jimin could not help it, he leaned over to kiss you.
If you were not the most competent driver in the business, he wouldn’t have risked it – but you were, so he did. Lips parting yours, Jimin’s mouth moved with yours breathlessly until you shoved at his chest.
“Jimin!” you said, collapsing back on your seat. The car had not moved an inch. “Wait until we ditch this car, at least.”
“Did you disable the tracker?”
You cast him a dry look. “Is this my first getaway?”
Jimin grinned. “Apologies. I just find it unbelievably sexy when you fool a bank full of men.”
The corner of your lip quirked. That was your specialty.
While Jimin was the locksmith, the trickster and planner, you were his hacker, driver and master of deception. While Jimin was stealing the diamond, you snuck into the security office to trip the alarm – not to mention, snag him a uniform and van for escape.
Shifting in his seat, Jimin tried to hide his arousal.
Despite this, you shot him a knowing glance. “Wait until the warehouse,” you said once again. “Then you can have me as much as you like.”
Jimin’s gaze softened, taking in your expression. He still found it baffling each time he realized you were his. Like all shadows, he had a singular tether to the world of the living. You were his – you always had been.
“Promise?” he murmured, reaching out for your hand.
“Promise,” you said, fingers curling in his.
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DUDE your tags on the hozier jackie and wilson song post GOSH. WHAT HAVE U DONE? the level of involvement i have developed towards those two is absurd at this point thanks for that
—reasons wretched and divine;
pairing: santino x reader (vipress) [you win this one team santino]
wc: 2.2k+
an: so anon is referring to this post and the tags on it. I originally wanted to hold off writing this cause while it is a canon event for COA, it takes place directly during Chicago, and obviously since no one has any clue wtf happened there I worried it might be premature to write this but you know what?? I’m miserable and wanted to write something cute so here we go. Enjoy dear anon! And to the other anon who said there are no fics for him…I hope this can sate your thirst lol.
Lake Michigan is a sprawling, large ravine of water that reflects the setting sun as you stare at it through the hotel window.
In the far west, dark clouds are already gathering and you know that there is substantial snowfall in the forecast. Ares had made a comment earlier about how navigating Santino’s security is going to be a nightmare for the next few days.
Curling tighter in your seat, you lean your cheek against your folded arms, debating a nap before dinner. You managed maybe two hours of sleep last night and your head feels exceptionally heavy. You hate the fact that awake or asleep you never seem to find peace anymore.
The earlier silence filling the room has been suffocating though, so you have opted to turn on the radio to dispel it. The random station continues playing an unfamiliar song and your eyes flutter closed for a second.
The door to your room suddenly opens behind you, and your fingers wrap around a blade; a cold, comforting weight in your hand.
Sucking in a sharp breath, you turn, readying your muscles for a fight.
But your fear is unfound when you spot Santino strolling into the room, his phone pressed to his ear and expression pinched with annoyance. His lips, too, are pulled into a faint sneer as he listens to whatever is being said impatiently.
“I do not need it tomorrow,” he remarks in biting, cold French before spotting you and giving you a brief smile as he turns his attention back to the conversation. “I do not need it later. I need it now. So I suggest you start doing your job before I find someone who can.”
He hangs up without waiting for an answer and grumbles under his breath. “People. Tell me, cara mia, is everyone that’s not us is this stupid and incompetent?”
“Probably,” you drawl, sheathing your blade and turn your attention back towards the large window. “You’re also kind of an asshole.”
Santino scoffs with a snarky grin as he comes to a stop beside you, his expression easing. His eyes take you in—pathetic and miserable, with your limbs folded around you like a shell—and his smile dies a little. There is something about that intense regard of his that makes you almost brittle. It’s as bad as Winston, except Santino doesn’t look grim with understanding. Santino dresses up his rage with a calm softness that brims with that familiar, cold promise of retribution.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, though it sounds more demanding due to subtle anger lacing the words and deepening his accent. “Still unwell?”
“I’m fine,” you shoot back dully, not looking at him, but that glimmer of curiosity still forces your tongue. “I didn’t know you could speak French so well.”
It’s a statement more than a question, but just as expected Santino sits down beside you in the other spare chair. Unlike you, however, his eyes focus on you oppose to the stunning scenery outside the window.
“I am a Camorra heir,” he reminds you but there is nothing patronising to be found in his smooth baritone. “My father made sure that Gianna and I had tutoring in all the main spoken languages from around the world. We started young.”
“What if you don’t have an aptitude for languages?”
Santino smiles slightly when you glance at him, but it’s a cool, cutting thing. The look in his eyes even more so as he laces his fingers together, his elbows resting on his thighs. “Ah, my father did not particularly care for that, cara.”
You scoff, shaking your head a little. That isn’t exactly surprising to hear, especially in relation to a man like Giovanni. A man of strong, unforgiving features, deep voice and eyes so dark they make it difficult to even look at him. It makes you suppress a shiver just thinking about him.
For a few minutes, you sit in almost comfortable silence and although you don’t consider Santino someone you can completely relax around, you find yourself grateful he is here. Better than being alone. Perhaps Winston had a point after all.
But you don’t need anyone, you remind yourself.
You don’t need another repeat of John.
John and his beautiful wife. John and his wonderful wedding. John and—
Something inside aches; a dull, violent throb of loneliness. Of pain.
Your fingers tremble violently before you hide them from sight, and feel Santino follow the motion with his eyes. Too slow.
After another few seconds of watching the almost gone sun, he rises to his feet with a deliberate sort of air around him. He turns to you, extending his hand in your direction, his eyes giving nothing away.
You stare at him blankly.
“The radio,” he speaks after a pause, one eyebrow quirking. “We should practice. We have to be—”
“Convincing, yes, you have said that maybe ten times already,” you interrupt with a roll of your eyes before glancing around the room and back to him. “I’m not going to dance with you, Santino.”
The man before you slides one of his hands in his trouser pocket, observing you with a tilt of his head, and keep his hand extended between you.
“Come now, cara mia,” he speaks, his voice laced with boredom and this time you do see the arrogant heir who gets everything he wants. “My arm is growing tired.”
Snorting, you rise to your feet stiffly, glaring. You know him well enough to know that he will not drop it. So you will give him what he wants, if only to get rid of him. So much for not being alone.
You stand face to face for a second—with him simply gazing at you and you glaring back. He steps closer, one arm wrapping carefully around your waist while another gently takes a hold of your hand. Your body is a coiled mass of taut muscles while your jaw grinds painfully. His expression is both guarded and open all at once as he peers at you silently.
He’s warm.
It’s an odd thing to notice about a man who revels in violence. But till that moment you haven’t realised how cold your hands have gotten. He cradles your fingers in his larger ones, surprisingly gentle, and the warmth of his Camorra ring presses into your skin as you sway awkwardly from side to side.
“Clearly,” he starts teasingly, but more subdued than you’re used to seeing him. “We are both exceptionally gifted dancers.”
You don’t answer him. You’re not in the mood to joke around. You haven’t been in the mood for anything lately.
The radio continues playing another unfamiliar tune, and you let your mind focus on the lake outside your window again.
“Say something,” he whispers abruptly, strained, and you head snaps in his direction at the angry softness wrapping his words. His grip on you tightens briefly before loosening again. “Anything. Where is the fire that I adore so? Do not tell me that he robbed you of it so completely, cara mia.”
Your heartbeat spikes, and you stare at him coldly. “I am seconds away from walking away from this whole thing,” you inform him and your words are harsh even though you don’t so much as raise your voice. “You don’t talk about him. Ever.”
Santino’s jaw tenses at your words—at the acidic bite of them—but he doesn’t oppose you. Only looks at you. You wonder what it is exactly that he’s trying to unearth. You’re not sure there’s anything left to you anymore.
Though you continue swaying from side to side, the silence between you is chilly, heavy.
The song on the radio changes again and you blink, recognising the start of a familiar tune. Then comes the voice and despite your best intention to remain unaffected, you start swaying to the beat. Santino notices, his green eyes gleaming with understanding.
“This song…” he trails off, glancing towards the radio. “It is familiar to you, no?”
No other version of me I would rather be tonight and lord, she found me just in time.
You shake your head in immediate denial, but Santino’s eyebrows jump up playfully and he matches your rhythm, turning from side to side with more energy. His arm stays on the small of your back but now a small smile lingers across his lips.
I need to be youthfully felt ‘cause, God, I never felt young.
He starts humming and you shoot him a half-hearted glare. “What are you doing?”
His smile turns slyer, knowing, but his voice is ever-so innocent when he speaks. “Dancing, bella.”
The chorus kicks in, and Santino pushes you away from him before tugging you back with one smooth motion and you stifle a gasp, your grip on him tightening. He moves you in a more deliberate circle, singing under his breath. He butchers every single line, clearly having no idea what the lyrics even are while you continue glaring. But he just watches you, smug and shrewd, every time your eyes meet.
He steps back and raises your hands above your head. Rolling your eyes, you turn in a circle, your muscles loosening somewhat as he pulls you back into his embrace.
“Those are not the lyrics,” you grumble petulantly, shooting him a look but Santino only grins wider. “It’s not—”
He dips you with a chuckle and pulls you back up to him, ignoring your slap on his shoulder with another grin of amusement.
“Then you better sing it with me and correct me, cara,” he informs you, mock-serious, but his eyes glow with mirth, a playful teasing. He steps back, grabbing your other hand and tugs back and forth, creating little waves with your arms.
You both no doubt look ridiculous. Like two little kids dancing in a playground, clumsy and uncoordinated, as you try to create your own rhythm.
But—
There is a slow blooming lightness in your chest you can’t recall feeling for ages.
A reluctant smile tugs one corner of your mouth even if you try to smother it, and you know by his pleased expression that he’s spotted it nonetheless.
We tried the world; good God, it wasn’t for us.
“She’s gonna save me, call me baby,” you sing under your breath and he joins you—both of you most likely completely off-key and miles away from the tune—but you can’t help but chuckle when you note how seriously he’s taking this. “Run her hands through my hair. She’ll know me crazy, soothe me daily. Better yet, she wouldn’t care.”
Clearly picking up on the lyrics, Santino sings a bit louder—still off-key—as he leads you in an extravagant circle, your arms still swinging. He twirls you again, and you can’t help but chuckle as your terrible mix of voices soars while you turn from side to side. You’re a flurry of movement, both caught in the lively energy of the song as you tangle in each other.
“We’ll name our children Jackie and Wilson raise ‘em on rhythm and blues,” you finish off, breathless with laughter and lean into him for a second, a crooked grin splitting your face.
Santino drags his eyes over your features, seemingly caught off guard by what he’s seeing, and clears his throat slightly before smirking faintly.
“Who is this man?” he questions, both curious and somewhat out of breath, and you don’t miss the fact that his grip on your doesn’t loosen. “We should go see him.”
You can’t help but snort, and his expression creases with wonder when he notices your amusement. He’s smiling too though—as if your momentary joy is somehow important to share in.
“What?”
“Well, for one, I don’t think he’s on tour,” you point out and realise that you haven’t heard your voice this light and carefree in months, if not years. “And I’m sure an Italian mobster with a pack of guards is going to draw no attention whatsoever.”
Your sarcasm is clear and open, and his answering crooked grin makes him appear younger, less guarded. Less arrogant, too, and more…more human. Something you have never seen him show openly before—not like this.
“It could be just us and Ares,” he tells you calmly, but there is a flicker in his eyes that seems to make him hesitate for a split second before he continues on, “Or…just us.”
Something inside your withers at his words; retreating inwards, terrified and broken, and you pull away from him.
With every new inch of distance between you, Santino’s open expression draws closed again. Only the cool, haughty heir remains and for a loaded moment, neither of you speak. A step at most separates you but it might as well be miles. It has caught you off guard—this genuine moment of fun and freedom and laughter, but it’s time to come back to reality.
And the reality is that you are not here, in this city, for fun and games.
“We should focus on the job.” Forced and empty.
“Yes, of course, cara mia. It is for the best.” Stilted and formal.
His hands slip back inside his pockets and he regards you for another brief moment before moving past you.
You stand rooted in your spot, the distant sound of the radio filling the air.
Santino’s footsteps fade.
Outside, it begins to snow.
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an: ofc I have to finish with a sprinkle of angst. hope you enjoyed this tho. I needed something sweet today. Dedicating it to my little bean who I had to say goodbye to today, and Team Santino who is cheering me up a lot these last few days with their wild messages. Love ya guys!
#santino d'antonio x reader#santino d'antonio#john wick fic#john wick imagine#john wick#fic: children of ares#s: i can wait
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Because of "The Department", I am starting to become interested in Hozier. Are there any songs you would recommend for new listeners? Does he have anything romantic and sad?
Ohhhh my goodness. Does he have anything romantic and sad…DOES HE HAVE ANYTHING ROMANTIC AND SAD?! (sorry, I’m hyperventilating with excitement here)
Sit down honeypants, have I got a playlist for your listening pleasure.
First, you’re fortunate that he’s only got two officially released albums, two EPs, and a handful of covers and film tracks - because frankly the world couldn’t handle much more than what he’s given us so far. We need time, we need to acclimate, we need to be strong enough to take it. And for what he has given us thus far, we are thankful. *amen*
I don’t even know where to start categorizing his songs individually, but since you specifically asked for “romantic” and “sad”, I’ll begin there:
ROMANTIC AND/OR SAD HOZIER SONGS TO PINE AND/OR YEARN TO:
Work Song - Gotta start here, for reasons. This song is what I would call the epitome of romance. It’s a nod to the field hymnals of the deep south, with the religious solemnity replaced by a mournful sort of romantic adoration for a lover who somehow saved him from a past he had all but lost himself to. Sweet and gentle and worshipful, it fairly reeks of bad man redeemed by the love of a good woman. He thanks the higher powers every day for the gift of his lover, whether the gods are listening or not, whether he is worthy of their attention or not - he no longer cares about that, because if there’s no eternal heaven for him, this moment on earth with his love is more than enough. You are his deity now, his redeemer, his savior…and he’s at peace with his past because he knows you love him as much as he loves you. Beautiful and hopeful, and almost painfully romantic.
Like Real People Do - Gah, I don’t even know where to start with this one. It was inspired by Seamus Heaney’s series of poetic odes to the bog bodies discovered in the wilds of Ireland, which in itself doesn’t seem like a very ripe field to plow for romantic sentiment. However, let me direct you to the following verse:
I will not ask you where you came fromI will not ask, and neither should youHoney just put your sweet lips on my lipsWe should just kiss like real people do
Yeah, we’re done here. Basically it’s a vague fairy tale whose implications you’re free to ascertain for yourself. Is it grave robbing? Murder? Some dark fae magic resurrecting an ancient being for some dark purpose he can’t recall? A lonely woman enlisting a disreputable spell to conjure a lover for herself from the long-dead bones of a forgotten victim? Or was he simply buried by his grief/pain/sadness and “dug up” by the love and care of a stranger? Whatever it is, it’s lovely.
To Be Alone - Howling and intense, feral and wild, this is a tune to fuck to. Romantically, of course. The Celtic drums, the yowling chorus, the stomping that brings to mind a tribal Druid ceremony, untamed and darkly sexual in all its heathen glory…
Honey, when you kill the lightsAnd kiss my eyesI feel like a person for a moment of my life
Need I say more? How about this:
To feel your weight in arms I’d never useIt’s the god that heroin prays to
Powerful, right? And any song that has Feels good, god it feels good as a repetitive chorus can’t be anything but babymaking tunes. Trust me.
Better Love - This is a film soundtrack song that appears on the ending credits of The Legend Of Tarzan. Lush and frantically heartfelt and literally gushing with a profound romance that rises and rises until it hits a crescendo that you just gotta listen to on headphones with your eyes closed. It’s a religious experience, the kind that’s easy to imagine yourself screaming OH GOD!! in the middle of. Yeah, that kind. The rising fury of the music, the piano, the horn section, his voice, is all very reminiscent of that kind of love. Just beautiful, urgent, and will have you imagining yourself in a Victorian dress standing on the bank of a river somewhere waiting for your love to return from some distant place.
Dinner And Diatribes - Speaking of that kind of love, here we have a song that uses those very words to describe what loverboy wants and is asking for from you, his passionate yet momentarily bored significant other. The two of you are stuck at some hideously stale social engagement and his soul is dying slowly with each dull conversation he has to participate in; his only reprieve is in staring at you from across the room and sending you subliminal messages about what he would very much like for you to do to him as soon as he gets you out of there. Let there be hotel complaints and grievances raised, yeah that kind of love. Romantic? Not strictly, no, not on the face of it. But really, what’s more romantic than knowing your partner well enough to know that one look from you across a crowded room will have them searching for a way to excuse themselves from the party so they can go home and absolutely rail you?
Scarcely can speak for my thinkingWhat you’d do to me tonightNow that the evening is slowingNow that the end is in sightHoney, it’s easier knowingWhat you’d do to me tonight
And we’re not even going to discuss the pounding Celtic tribal drums that set up a rhythm through the entire song that subtly mimics a headboard banging against the wall. Rowdy loud romance at its pulse pounding best.
In A Week - Nothing says romance like two lovers decomposing in a field together, scaring the cows and slowly turning into food for the foxes and crows. A beautiful tune, gorgeously sung as a duet with Karen Crowley. He claims this was meant to be very tongue-in-cheek, and god I hope he’s not lying because I worry about the boy sometimes.
Nobody - My personal favorite, this one is a road song chronicling a love through comparison. He tells his sweetheart how much he misses her, not with the actual words I miss you, but through a series of either/ors:
If I had the choice between hearing either noiseThe excitement of a thousand, or the soothing of your voiceAt first chance I’d take the bed warmed by the bodyI once warmed my hands over a burnin’ MaseratiStill I’ve had no love like your love
A cute love song full of playful devotion to an absent lover. Just perfect.
Shrike - I should have put this higher up on the list, I know. You’ll understand what I mean when you listen to it. A Shrike is a murderbird, btw. Yeah, he’s comparing his powerful desire to express his love (after having tragically/stupidly missed a prior opportunity to do so) to a Shrike (him) impaling food on a thornbush (her). Again, it’ll make sense when you listen to it. A beautiful, haunting, lushly lyrical song about wistful longing.
Wasteland Baby - This song, geezus. The world is ending, it’s here, it’s happening, and he’s watching it all come down while sitting next to you, holding your hand, waiting for it to reach the pair of you as the flames lick the sky. Neither of you are scared, just at peace, together, waiting for the end of it all to take you. Oddly beautiful, and his voice - god, his voice. Wasteland baby, I’m in love, I’m in love with you.
Movement - A love song to all the things you see in your lover that are lacking in yourself. Poetic and poignant, coming from a towering giant with a tendency to trip over his own feet, singing about his lover being graceful and feeling moved by the way she moves.
NFWMB - Yes, it means what it looks like. Nothing Fucks With My Baby, and yes he says that word every other line. But the way he utters it with such dreamy conviction is just…ugh, it’s a horny song okay? Just unabashedly horny. And romantic, because he’s not making a bar room threat as in NOTHING fucks with my baby!!, he’s issuing a laid back warning that if you DO fuck with his baby, she will straight up fuck you up and he will sit back and watch, shaking his head in an I told you so sort of sympathy. His baby is so terrifying that the goddamn apocalypse willingly averted itself when it saw she was in the vicinity. An ode to a strong lover that he respects with every fiber of his being and by god you should too.
From Eden - Basically a love song from the devil’s point of view. I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. That’s romantic, folks.
Moment’s Silence (Common Tongue) - My second favorite song in, like, the entire history of music. Remember when I said NFWMB was unabashedly horny? Well, this is a song about oral sex. No qualms, no masking in flowery terms, and a whole lot of borderline blasphemous comparisons to religious verbiage to boot. And it’s one hell of a banger, with Hoz howling like his baby just put her mouth on him (which is the chorus, more or less). A no-apologies hard driving ballad devoted to fellatio, which I find oddly romantic in the simple fact that he speaks of it as a holy act of devotion. He worships his lover, who is, ironically, the one on her knees in the holy posture of prayer in front of him. And god does he love her for it.
Jackie And Wilson - This one is tricky, because it’s a rousing catchy tune flowing around a set of words that, once you listen carefully to them, become a whole lot of not what I thought. He speaks of love, and of being saved, and of the attentive care that his lover gives him. Only later do we hear the truth behind those words - that the love was obsessive and immature, that the savior casually abandoned him without even saying goodbye, that her care was no more than an amused tolerance to his childish adoration. She knew all along that she wasn’t in it for the long haul, while he was making plans for forever. But all hope isn’t lost - he’s not irreparably damaged, he isn’t ruined for life. He simply goes and digs up the version of himself that he buried at the beginning, and starts again. A little more experienced, a bit more jaded, but ready to do it all over again because maybe it’ll be right next time. A hopefully romantic little cautionary tale that somehow doesn’t lose its playfulness, even as he’s putting out his cigarette and noticing that she’s gone.
Do I Wanna Know - this is a cover/retool of the song of the same name by Arctic Monkeys, and it is sublime in its sad yearning. While the original is a driving, dark, sexy ode to obsessive love, Hozier’s version is a gentle, tender, hauntingly heart-tugging song about longing and uncertainty. It’s a slow game of she loves me, she loves me not being played by a lover who is unsure if it’s worth the bother to try to fall in love with someone else if the current object of his laconic affections is no longer interested in him, or if he should just keep trying to win her back and keep the status quo as is. And his voice…god, the way he caresses words is like he’s making love to your ears without the messy cleanup afterward.
There are more - but I’m going to draw the line here and say ENOUGH FOR NOW, YOU’RE NEW, YOU’RE NOT PREPARED FOR THE REST. I mean…Angel of Small Death? Sedated? Arsonist’s Lullaby? The hardcore underlying symbolism of his flagship ballad Take Me To Church? It Will Come Back, for god’s sake?? No, not yet. Go, dip your toe into the waters, and then come back when you’re ready for more…because everything this man has ever done is brilliant and beautiful and profound, and oh boy do I look forward to ruining another innocent with it all :)
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Ever since the "There's something so tragic about you/ Something so magic about you" post somewhere I have started developing a relationship/story to hozier songs
From Eden is the easy one. And listening to it now is sounding like Essek trying to woo Caleb with consecution and murdering Trent Ikithon.
Arsonist's Lullabye is another layup song. Even when not talking about fire exactly, the mood fits Caleb and his trauma/self loathing concerning fire. "Don't you ever tame your demons/Always keep them on a leash"
Take me to Church is such a Beau/Jester song. Beau just giving herself over to Jester wholly, not even worrying about the consequence. "I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife"
In a Week is a ballad to the meta-relationship between Molly and Cadueceus and Taliesin. That Molly had to die for Cadueceus to be born and begin this journey. "I have never known sleep like the slumber that yeilds to me/ I have never known colors like this morning reveals to me" Also it's a song about death it has to have Cad involved I don't make the rules.
To Be Alone- Yasha and Zuala. I don't know what kind of pressure her tribe put on her, I don't want Yasha to have that kind of hurt in her life and I don't want any M9 to have that. I an taking this more for the "God it feels good oh to be alone with you"
Foreigner's God- Fjord and Jester. I could reasonably believe all of Hozier's babies are about Jester but the lyrics speak to me about Fjord. "Wondering who I copy/Muster in some tender charm"
Like Real People Do- So Hozier's babe is a cross between Caleb and Jester. This song seems like such a pre-stream Caleb and Nott. "I will not ask you where you came from/ I will not ask and neither should you" Let's not focus on our issues and just cuddle in bed Like Real People Do
Someone New- Jester baby! I listen to this now like Jester is singing to the Traveler about all the wonderful ppl in her life and he's just like... *facepalm*
Angel of Small Death and The Codeine Scene- Seems like a Yasha/Obann song. Of the addictive nature Obann had while controlling Yasha. "In leashless confusion I'll wander the concrete/Wondering if better now having survived" Speaks to me seeing Yasha throw that fight.
Jackie and Wilson- The carefree nature of the song and "We'll steal a Lexus, be detectives/ Ride round picking up clues" Speaks to the greatest detective duo. Those two just bring the chaos and joy out of each other in ways none of the others can. Again Jester is Hozier's baby.
Sedated- Has a vibe of Caleb and Astrid, while he's in the sanitorium, still holding tight to that love and tearing between the reality of his parent's death and the lie Trent was selling. Wanting to just be numb of it "Darling don't you join in you're supposed to drag me away from it"
Work Song- Cadueceus vibes for sure. "No grace can hold my body down/ I'll crawl home to her" The baby in this one is the Wildmother.
Run- It's kinda loose but Fjord and Cadueceus/WM. This is also a super nature-esque with verses literally talking about the ocean and the earth- NATURE "Rare is this love... I need you to run to me/Run to me lover"
It Will Come Back- This song is just like... a mix of all of the Mighty Nein. Jester is most obvious- just almost desparate for friends and she'll be howling outside your door. Beau, Caleb, Fjord, Nott and Yasha are the warning parts of this song. "Leave it to the land/This is what is knows". Molly is the one that fed the group, and Cadueceus has continued that in a different way.
Cherry Wine will always be my sad song the Mighty Nein can't have it nope they all have wonderful non-toxic relationships that it can't relate to. Maybe Beau and Tori in a weird way- not that she was toxic but that their criminal engagements caused the issues and strain...
In the Woods Somewhere is just a regular day adventuring in the Savalierwood.
#critcal role#more things nobody asked for but here I am#mixing two things I love#I have had hozier songs stuck in my head all day this helps get them out
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one (not so) small inconvenience about druck claiming take me to church as david and matteo’s love anthem is that ever since S03E05, both The only heaven I'll be sent to / Is when I'm alone with you and There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin got me all kinds of fucked up AND as a depressed bi bitch i listen to hozier almost everyday SO i’ve started to think of almost every hozier song as their song. basically:
jackie and wilson (E05 and hell months, also the escapism thing)
So tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes
No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight //
She's gonna save me,
Call me "baby"
Run her hands through my hair
She'll know me crazy
Soothe me daily
Better yet she wouldn't care //
Lord, it'd be great to find a place we could escape sometime //
to be alone (very them dynamic, also 2nd pool scene and the running away thing again)
Honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes
I feel like a person for a moment of my life //
It feels good, girl, it feels good
Oh, to be alone with you //
See the way you hold yourself
Reel against your body's borders
I know that you hate this place
Not a trace of me would argue
Honey, we should run away, oh, someday //
in a week (morbid and beautiful at the same time? also everything with hands and home belongs to them)
We lay here for years or for hours
Your hand in my hand
So still and discreet
So long we become the flowers
We'd feed well the land
And worry the sheep //
I'd be home with you //
work song (self-explanatory tbh)
There's nothing sweeter than my baby
I'd never want once from the cherry tree
'Cause my baby's sweet as can be
She give me toothaches just from kissing me //
like real people do (what do you mean this is not the song that plays in the bg every time they kiss ???)
Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do //
it will come back (them finding a home in each other? me to me: shut up SHUT UP)
I know who I am when I'm alone
I'm something else when I see you
You don't understand, you should never know
How easy you are to need //
I've known the warmth of your doorways
Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you //
no plan (h a n d s haha i’m going feral my dudes)
Why would you make out of words a cage for your own bird?
When it sings so sweet //
My heart is thrilled by the still of your hand
It's how I know now that you understand //
There's no plan, there's no race to be run
The harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun //
shrike (@matteo E06, E07 and E08)
I couldn't utter my love when it counted
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird, 'bout it now
I couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird, 'bout it now //
Ah, but I'm flying like a bird to you now //
sunlight (literally how they feel about each other like?)
Oh your love is sunlight //
A soul that's born in cold and rain
Knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight //
#druck#hozier#bird imagery is used A LOT in his music too#this was an excuse to listen to his entire discography lmao#what am i even doing#rambling tag
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i’ve decided to rank hozier songs because i can and i feel like it
22. sedated: this song is solid, but sort of plain. makes you nod your head along but no dancing or mouthing along. it sort of feels like an amalgam of every hozier song. doesn’t slap. its the c- of hozier songs
21. someone new: cute, but sort of like a middle song in a wedding. nobody really talks about it for a reason. makes you smile, but not very catchy
20. run: its haunting, but not a cool kind of haunting, more just gives you the creeps. the chorus is pretty good though, and the lyrics seem like something you’d hear in poetry, so it’s better than the other two
19. moment’s silence (common tongue): this is the first song on this list that is legitimately catchy. its a song you turn up on the radio, but not by much. its fun, its bluesy, got some catholic imagery. its good, but its not “wow!” good. c maybe c+
18. better love: this was written in a month, and it feels rushed. a bit too fast, and if hozier had more time, im convinced he would have slowed it down. its the first powerful, devotional, love song on the list. i’ve heard people don’t like the drums, but im convinced its the extra singers and violin in the background. im always a violin advocate, but you’ve gotta pick like two instruments andrew. its crowded, but its got that power so its higher than say, sedated
17. from eden: i know everybody loves this, and i agree its pretty good, but i think the song could’ve used some more haunting parts? way extra points for the bridge after the third verse, thats super cool. i’d give it a b
16. nfwmb: i legitimately really like this song. it hits all the points, haunting, devotional love, necromancy, comparing your partner to nature, low bass. its a great low and sort of dirty song that could have used some higher string instruments. theres nothing wrong with this song in particular, i just like the others better. again, a b
15. movement: idk how y’all feel about this one, its his newest, but its one of his building songs. the atmosphere is different, and the lyrics are sub-par for hozier, but something about it just goes so hard. b+
14. take me to church: this was his first hit, and we’re all tired of it by now, but giving it a listen again, if not for the overplayedness, it would be more like a 6 or 5, not 14. a solid jam. gets bumped over movement for pagan imagery
13. jackie and wilson: someone new if it slapped. super relatable and arguably more lesbian than from eden, which i will argue. i mean, seeing a woman across the bar and immediately imagining your future kids and house? and getting so caught up in it you don’t notice when she leaves? big dyke mood, also super fun and catchy. feels like spring cottage cleaning watching cartoons on a saturday morning. b+
12. arsonists lullaby: this song starts of as innocuous and gets darker. really feel the fire and brimstone and rage and power of idk. mental illness? pyromancy? anyway it makes you want to dance naked around the bonfire, like in that scene at the end of the witch. one of the few powerful dark hozier songs with a snare drum beat, our first a-
11. shrike: its bittersweet ending of a relationship, and he conveys the pain and love perfectly, and the irish accent is the best. feels like a song at the end of a movie when two people who maybe could have made it break up, and maybe one dies in a war or something. its beautiful and lonely, and vocals are really great on this one
10: angel of small death and codeine scene: this song sorta feels like the folk/blues version of an answering song to dangerous woman by ari. mood is loving a woman who’s bad for you but you just can’t help yourself. the guitar isn’t my favorite instrument, but i really like it here. would be very energetic and rockin at a concert, love
9: nina cried power: i love this one, and its powerful and full and angry and sad, but there’s something fundamentally hozier missing from this one. i love it, but it doesn’t give me that fantasy inducing feeling, which might be an artistic choice. either way, a-
8. in the woods somewhere: the haunting, soulful, fever-esque, version of run. its the mind of someone whos going mad, in the woods. its a top tier hozier song. the clapping that you don’t really notice until you are only paying attention to the song adds to the maddening atmosphere, as well as the low and slow bass. the harmony in the bridge is keening, and this is one of the first songs that really screams hozier for me
7. cherry wine: bringing back the bittersweet love aspect again that he seems to capture so well, hozier uses such beautiful imagery in this song, you feel as if you’re in a cottage, doing ballet barefoot at dawn on dusty wooden floors, doing housework. its desperate in a way no other hozier song has lived up to. its keeping up appearances, stroking a baby bird oh so carefully, grazing your fingers over unused fiddle strings. it’s sad, and bitter, and so full of love. the first a
6. it will come back: the heavy drum and guitar are reminiscent of classic rock, but slows down so quickly at points it leaves you delerious and determined. it’s a stubborn song, it sneaks up on you on how much you love it. its toeing some sort of line. its falling in love with a monster
5. like real people do: it’s loving each other knowing you aren’t going to last, secrets that you don’t want to know, wanting enough time as possible before you have to leave. its beautiful and sad, and the harmony adds so much, and the beat is slightly like a heartbeat, steady, and there, but so quiet you barely notice. makes you smile sadly, a rare occurrence
4. in a week: something about this one is so sad and it reminds you of the place you were born. or maybe thats just me, i was born in iowa. its the same message from like real people do with a twist. you don’t have much time to love someone. it builds and builds and builds and is a tangle of messes and complications, and suddenly is so so simple. its longing, its wishing you had more time, its the last kiss in a battle in slow motion. bared necks and prarie grass, this song is about dying in the place you were made. the simple beat and melody give this song exactly what it needs to thrive. a
3. foreigner’s god: this is precisely the opposite of in a week, about dying in a place you were not born. about not knowing who you are anymore, about pleading with god, any god to spare you, let you go home. the fast beat in the chorus isn’t chaotic, but angry and sad and begging. its grief in every form, guarded and raw, hozier makes you examine your choices with this one. the beat is pounding in a subtle way, and it goes so hard
2. to be alone: this is big top energy. smoky bars and big boots, and slightly western? it’s tantalizing, crawling out of your own skin, and pure want. it’s slow and yet loud in a good way. it’s hard to explain why i like this song, but it feels like a storm in your bones
1. work song: this one is actually my favorite song of all time. its got so much longing, and stubbornness, and hunger, and love. this is the devotion we all love from hozier, the power and the darkened eyes. this is the epitome of hozier, and it feels like your soul and i just can’t articulate with words what this song feels like, it would be five pages long, this is the %100, this is the a+. this song brings everything hozier has ever made you feel to the table, and makes you feel it harder
#y'all i am this close to doing this for like. all my favorite stuff#i love explaining how things feel im an empath its how i thrive#who better to explain emotions than someone who can feel your emotions#hozier
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To Be Alone With You
So I've been wanting to pick up this album on vinyl since the first time I heard it. It's so good as far as new music goes. So I finally brought it home with me. Andrew Hozier-Byrne's (better known as Hozier) self-titled album is that special one that has made it into my collection.
Hozier was released in September of 2014; so I suppose it's not really "new" music so to speak but to me it is. I think the first time I listened to his album was about a year or so ago. Like I mentioned though the album is gold. His songwriting skills are beyond amazing and, his lyrics are simply poetry to my ears.
Side one begins with a song that has been heard on the radio a few times for sure. 'Take Me To Church' is such a chilling song to listen to. His voice is so angelic and masculine at the same time. This song has some sexual references and his voice delivers them with such perfection that it creates this sensual vibe. Aside from the lyrics being amazing, the music is equally as great and makes for a good song.
'Jackie And Wilson' is much more upbeat while still keeping some blues and rock and roll tunes. The rhythm of this song has a different tempo than 'Take Me Chruch' and he is really able to showcase that wonderfully. It's also a perfect way for side one to end.
Side two has one of my favorite songs on the whole album. 'To Be Alone' begins with guitars that simply melt into you, they are so good. Then Hozier's voice joins in only to give the song it's proper life. The guitars remind me of the infamous BB King.
But you don't know what hell you put me through
To have someone kiss the skin that crawls from you
To feel your weight in arms I'd never use
It's the god that heroin prays to
Side three starts with a beautiful song that features the gentle sweet voice of Karen Cowley. 'In A Week' is so soft featuring gentle guitars that create for a beautifully sung story. Their voices together work wonders on the ears.
'Work Song' finishes side three and it is one of the most beautiful songs I've heard in a long time. This song gives me chills it's that good. If you venture on to take a listen to this album do yourself a favor, and listen to this song. The lyrics especially speak to some personal experiences in my life and I think that's why this song moves me in the way it does.
Boys when my baby found me
I was three days on a drunken sin
I woke with her walls around me
Nothin' in her room but an empty crib
And I was burnin' up a fever
I didn't care much how long I lived
But I swear I thought I dreamed her
She never asked me once about the wrong I did
When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her
We get to side four which holds four songs. 'It Will Come Back' is the second song on this side and this one is definitely much grittier than the rest. The guitars on this are infused with heavy bluesy vibes. This song reminds me of going into a bar a having a few drinks while this song plays.
The album ends with 'Cherry Wine' which is a live recording. Once again magic is done with the guitar that starts the song. I believe it's just him and his guitar on this song and it's a wonderful way to end the album.
#hozier#take me to church#vinyl blog#vinyl music#music through vinyl#music blog#my vinyl#vinyl community#my vinyl collection#vinyl collector#good vibes only#music for the soul#musicallysublime
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“ perhaps there is a natural charisma about him that has you captivated, or perhaps it’s the fact that your pockets feel a bit lighter whenever he’s around. he carries a weight on his shoulders that he hides behind shrouds of mystique and a barbed tongue lined with silver. when he walks in, people get up to talk to him… or try to kill him. he stalks the shadows yet is blessed by the gods, though the blessing of curiosity is but a meaningless joke he has brought upon himself. there is no hope behind that fur-lined heart. curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction will bring him right back. ” — the compendium of the covenant, entry : SIX TRICK OF THE WATCHING RIVERS CLAN. / LISTEN TO THE FULL PLAYLIST HERE.
I. THUNDERSTRUCK - AC/DC / listen.
i was caught in the middle of a railroad track
i looked round and i knew there was no turning back
my mind raced and I thought what could I do
and i knew there was no help, no help from you
II. BONFIRE - CHILDISH GAMBINO / listen.
i don't talk soft, that's that other guy
i'm screamin' "What the fuck is up?" like i ain't seen the sky
and shit i'm doin' this year, insanity
made the beat then murdered it, casey anthony
III. JACKIE AND WILSON - HOZIER / listen.
she’s going to save me, call me baby, run her hands through my hair
she’ll know me crazy, soothe me daily, and yet she wouldn’t care
we’ll steal her lexus, be detectives, ride round pickin’ up clues
we’ll name our children jackie and wilson, raise ‘em on rhythm and blues
IV. FUCK U BETTA - MISTER CHASE / listen.
well he's prettier than I'll ever be; got yourself a beauty king
but there something I gotta say
he can fuck you good
but i can fuck you better
V. FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT - ADAM LAMBERT / listen.
oh, i bet you thought that i was soft and sweet
you thought an angel swept you off your feet
well i'm about to turn up the heat
i'm here for your entertainment
VI. ONE MORE NIGHT - MAROON 5 / listen.
but baby there you go again, there you go again, making me love you
yeah i stopped using my head, using my head, let it all go
got you stuck on my body, on my body like a tattoo
and now i'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid crawling back to you
VII. EMPEROR’S NEW CLOTHES - PANIC! AT THE DISCO / listen.
sycophants on velvet sofas; lavish mansions, vintage wine
i am so much more than royal; snatch your chain and mace your eyes
if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
heroes always get remembered, but you know legends never die
VIII. ALONE - HALSEY / listen.
i stayed a night out in paris where they don't know my name
and i got into some trouble with that drink in my veins
i got a problem with parties 'cause it's loud in my brain
and i can never say sorry 'cause i won't take the blame
IX. RUNNIN’ - NOAHPLAUSE / listen.
i’m known for running my mouth
i’m known for running my mouth
i’m known for running my mouth
cannot be held accountable for what comes out
X. PARTY MONSTER - THE WEEKND / listen.
i've been poppin', just took three in a row
i'm down to do it again, i'm on a roll
i've seen him outside tryna reach her
you tryna leave him, you said i'm the reason
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the rest of the music box asks?
yo what the fuck I’m so sorry this got lost in my inbox? uhhh I have no excuse? also fairly local song analysis is coming up, the friend staying with me has something coming up on sunday so I’ll have the day free to roam musically through the house
1) a song you can listen to on repeat
right now: the whole of after laughter.
always: big love - fleetwood mac, heavydirtysoul (MADE FOR REPEATS), someday - the strokes, free bird - lynyrd skynyrd, angel of small death and the codeine scene - hozier, jackie and wilson - hozier, 13 kinds - the bones of j r jones, just what I needed - the cars, queen of the highway - the doors, susie q - the rolling stones
2) a song from one of your favorite albums
okay. phew. specifically one. okay. let’S do this. only one, hannah. just one.
nowhere man - the beatles, from rubber soul
SEE I CAN DO IT
3) a song you loved when you were a teenager or kid
I’m looking through you - the beatles
6) a song that cheers you up
migraine - twenty one pilots.
fucking cathartic
7) a song that reminds you of your friend(s)
I’m just gonna do y'all. IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER, THIS IS JUST THE CHATS I HAVE OPEN. I’m putting my library on shuffle and writing down the first one that reminds me of each of you
Avia @slampoety - Velvetine (sorri i had to?), You Know I’m No Good by Amy Winehouse, Jungle by Tash Sultana, Bad at Love by Halsey , Grace by jeff buckley
Christiana @stalk-softly - Never Going Back Again by Fleetwood Mac, Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd, Winter is All Over You by First Aid Kit, Werewolf by Cocorosie, Ten Cent Pistol by the Black Keys
Elle @acadjonne - Decode by Paramore, There She Goes by Babyshambles, Mama by My Chemical Romance, How You Like Me Now by the Heavy, Blue Orchid by the White Stripes
Jon @voremenacholibre - Unknown Brother by the Black Keys, Border Line by King Krule, Hey Joe by Jimi Hendrix, Still Together by Mac Demarco, Truce by twenty one pilots
Charlie @twentyonequasars - While My Guitar Gently Weeps by the Beatles, To Be Alone by Hozier, When I’m Sixty-Four by the Beatles, Rumble and Sway by Jamie N Commons, Midnight in her eyes by the black keys
Elia @dork-with-a-uke - Glass in the Park by Alex Turner, That Green Gentleman by Panic!, It Doesn’t Matter Anymore by Lucius, Control by Halsey, River by Bishop Briggs
Marika @leastdramatic - Billie Holiday by Warpaint, Pots and Pans by the Kills, Feeling of Wonder by Kitty, Daisy & Lewis, Brooklyn by Woodkid, I’m a firefighter by cigarettes after sex
Asya @chalupacabras - No Action by Kitty, Daisy & Lewis, Mississippi Goddamn by Nina Simone, Left Hand Free by Alt-j, Every Other Freckle by Alt-j, Burning Bowl by She Keeps Bees, Baby I’m blue by Trudy and the Romance
Zeynep @ziynetuleb - Love Her Madly by the Doors, Sister Morphine by the Rolling Stones, Beautiful Tango by Hindi Zahra, Drumming Song by Florence + the Machine, It was a very good year by Frank Sinatra
Edy @edyluewho - the Jeweler’s Hand by Arctic Monkeys, the Krockadile by King Krule, Where did you sleep last night by Lead Belly, Trapdoor by twenty one pilots, Mad Tom of Bedlam by Jolie Holland
8) a song that reminds you of an ex partner or crush
uhh Best Friend’s Girl by The Cars
11) a song that brings back good memories
Without You by Junip. brings back memories of being on the open road
12) a song that grew on you
Friend, Please by our boys because ill be honest i did not like it very much at first. then i learned the piano to it and fell in love.
13) a song from a musical
You’re the one that I want (from Grease)
14) a song with a great music video
hmmm not big on music videos in the first place but? Heavydirtysoul? I guess? cause I freaked the fuck out
15) a song that’s better as a cover
Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley. Listen, I love Leonard Cohen but… oOoOOOooh also all of his covers of Bob Dylan songs (highlights: Mama, you’ve been on my mind, Just like a woman, and If you see her say hello)
16) a song that’s better acoustic
…. i love….. love love love…. all acoustic versions of all songs (nearly?) so this is very difficult but the first one that popped into my head was Polarize cause our dear boys gone done good on that one.
18) a song for summer
Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen
19) a song for heartache
All My Love - trudy and the romance
20) a song for car rides
Taxi Cab - twenty one pilots, Feel like making love - Bad Company
21) a song for the rain
Calling You - Jeff Buckley
22) a song for dancing
Hard Times by Paramore
23) a song for making out
I’m a firefighter by Cigarettes After Sex, Whisky by Marian Hill
24) a song for a lover
Supercut by Lorde (!!!!!! PUMPED)
26) a song from a band that’s no longer together
uh Wild Honey Pie by the bealtes
27) a song you’ve seen live
Left Hand Free - alt-j (p good)
28) a song you want to see live
HOLDING ON TO YOU
29) a song by a band you don’t usually like
this was honestly surprisingly difficult for me so I gave up in the end and settled on Burnin Up by los jo bros
30) a song you recommend
Penny Lane by the beatles. if you ever want to feel good, head for the magical mystery tour.
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do it for raminn, you horrible goblin
screeches
1. Who's the one who's reckless and always getting into trouble while the other gotta pull em out: why does ramona get into so many fights. why is she so fight-y. dewey can’t fight. dewey is afraid.
2. Who's the one to send the other "I love my gf/bf" memes: they both do, but dewey might do it more often.
3. Who's the one who listens to a music genre the other doesn't like and how does the other react: ramona is into like? k-pop and stuff like that. dewey is into one (1) genre and it is Not That, but he deals with it. even listens to it on his own accord sometimes, too ( but don’t tell ramona that ).
4. Which one spoils the other more and do they ever get competitive to show the other more love: dewey tries to spoil her sometimes, because now he has the money to be able to. it gets a little competitive but nothing too extreme.
5. How many years did it take to get married or was it just not for them: they were engaged a year or two after they started dating. the actual wedding came about a year or so later.
6. What was their wedding like: very pink and flowery ( which dewey found way too hilarious ). he let ramona really plan the whole thing, so.
7. Is their friends/family supportive: ramona’s friends are pretty supportive ( even wallace --- shocking, i know ). the schneebly family is also supportive, mostly because dewey is actually leaving them alone now.
8. How does one comfort the other when the other is in distress/having a panic attack/crying: dewey doesn’t really have panic attacks or anything like that, and he has absolutely no idea how to help ramona with stuff like that.
9. Which one dissociates: it’s ramona. dewey is pretty neurotypical.
10. Which one stares at the other's booty like "damn" and how does the other react when catching them: they both do this and they both know.
11. When they live together what kinda place do they live in? What does their home look like?: they live in a decent-sized apartment at first, but probably move into a bigger place later on in life. their place is always very messy, instruments and records and clothes everywhere.
12. What do their dates look like: they’re pretty chill? sometimes it’s dinner, sometimes it’s a movie date, etc.
13. How does each act when getting drunk: dewey gets loud(er) and obnoxious, and I’m not really sure for ramona.
14. Which one rolls over in the morning to wake up the other one just to give kiss them: they would both do this, but ramona would probably do it a bit more often ( only because dewey doesn’t wanna wake her, she’s so cute when she’s sleeping ).
15. Have they saved each other's lives before: if you wanna get deep, they probably saved each other when they met. if you don’t wanna get deep, then nope, they have not.
16. Does one have an interest the other think is weird but wants to listen to it regardless: dewey has this insane fascination with all things classic rock, I think ramona just deals with it at this point.
17. Which one uses cropped hentai as reaction images: ramona does and dewey is always confused.
18. Does one of them kinkshame the other: not really? if anyone is being kinkshamed, dewey is doing it to ramona.
19. Is one of them self conscious about their body? If so how does the other comfort them: ehhh, they’re both pretty okay with their appearances? dewey isn’t sure how to even comfort ramona if she wasn’t tbqh.
20. Say they were cuddling on the bed while listening to record player playing the background. Which song is playing?: mmmm your guess is as good as mine ( some kinda classic rock shit, but Who Knows really ).
21. What is their song? Like the song that gives them overwhelming feelings?: they don’t really have a song, but I would say it’s jackie & wilson by hozier.
22. What song do they listen to while going on a joyride: again, any classic rock would do.
23. What kinda joyrides do they go on? Relaxing ones or wild ones?: can it be called ‘wild’ if it’s just dewey being a reckless driver, because...
24. Where would they vacation for a honeymoon: ramona would probably choose japan, and dewey would be fine with that.
25. Do people ever get annoyed of their pda: probably, they’re pretty obnoxious with it.
26. Would they live in the city or the country: dewey is a city boy, I think anything else would drive him crazy tbh.
27. Which ones the red which ones the blue: ramona is probably blue, dewey is a dirty red.
28. Are either of them mentally ill, if so how do they help one another cope: ramona has some Issues (tm) and let me reiterate, dewey has absolutely no idea how to help. with anything, ever.
29. Does one have a spot on them where they would melt when the other kisses them there: don’t tell ramona, but dewey is a Soft Boy who would melt with like, forehead kisses.
30. Do they dance together: yes but they are Not Good at it.
31. Do they sing together: all the time. dewey is actually a pretty decent singer, though, so there’s that.
32. Which one is better at cooking than the other and makes most the dinners: dewey doesn’t cook. his diet consists of takeout, pizza, and fast food exclusively unless ramona cooks for him.
34. Are they a reckless couple or safe: dewey, again, is a Soft Boy, who tries his best to Stay Safe.
35. What be they kinks and do they try each other's kinks: dewey is pretty vanilla in every aspect of his life, so if anyone is kinky here it’s ramona ( but he will absolutely try anything for her, smfh ).
36. What would their valentines gifts be to each other: probably something sweet for ramona, like jewelry or something. she gets dew like, records or something.
37. Do they get into fights often? If so what do they fight over and how do they make up?: they never get into physical fights. they might argue, but it’s never over anything too big --- they’re pretty good about communication, so they have civil ‘arguments’ a lot.
38. Which ones top, bottom, verse: ramona is a scary lady and dewey will let her take charge of anything ever ( unless she wants him to, which is still fine with him ).
39. What kinda sex they be having (gentle rough whatever): they don’t have rough sex because it would probably freak dewey out. it’s usually very soft and gentle.
40. Who would fight in honor for the other if someone would insult them: ramona flowers would kill for dewey finn. dewey...can’t fight but he will try if he really has to.
41. Which one has a favorite movie that they have the other watch with them again and again: I could go meta here and say ‘ha dewey loves school of rock’ or ‘ha ramona loves scott pilgrim’ but y’know, I won’t. dew doesn’t really have a Favorite movie, ramona’s would probably be some disney movie or something.
42. How would one react if the other was to die: they would both be devastated, it’d be bad.
43. Who dies first: probably ramona. I don’t know why, but probably her.
44. Do they want kids: they do. they’re probably going to adopt later on in life, since ramona can’t have kids of her own.
45. How would they spend their last moments together: crying, probably.
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Thanks for the tag @isakyakiniku!!
Rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 20 blogs you would like to know better.
a - age: 17
b - birthplace: Bristol, England
c - current time: 17:58 pm
d - drink you last had: Coffee, i make terrible mochas at home sometimes
e - easiest person to talk to: either one of my two best friends. or my sister because we just chat bullshit
f - favourite song: is there any person who has one answer for this song? stuck in my head right now is Rebel Rebel by David Bowie but I think one of my favourite songs is If I Believe You by The 1975 because of what it means, or Jackie and Wilson by Hozier because I always feel good when I listen to it
g - grossest memory: i stood on a slug once? plus almost shitting myself at the top of the Fernsehturm in Berlin because I had dodgy hot chocolate at the Jewish Museum. That was a wild day. I didn’t shit myself dw
h - horror yes or horror no: NO
i - in love?: No
j - jealous of people?: it depends what of, but yeah sometimes.
k - killed someone?: lmfao what. not unless spiders count.
l - love at first sight or should I walk by again: I don’t think I’ve ever been in love? But you can be attracted at first sight, not in love. You need to actually know them.
m - middle name: if anyone were to guess my middle name I’d eat my fucking shoe, but I do have one. I don’t wanna put too much on the internet tho
n - number of siblings: 1, a younger sister
o - one wish: honestly at this point I just want to pass all my A Levels with C or above. Preferably ABC, that would be a good set of grades. I’m writing this as if it’ll actually come true smh
p - person you called last: I don’t know who I last called but the last call I received was yesterday during a chemistry tutor session, my friend wanted to ask me smth but it was sorted by the time I could call him back.
q - question you’re always asked: 2Have you done any revision?” or alternately, “How are youuuuu?” in the very specific tone of my friend Chris
r - reason to smile: My friends, Skam, my cats, and I guess the fact that I’m eating a brownie rn
s - song you sang last: I sing all the time but I honestly couldn’t tell you what. I’m not very good at it. It was probably Traum by CRO?
u - underwear colour: white bra, but my pants have cupcakes on them. I’m adorable.
v - vacation: I’d love to visit LA or San Francisco. The last place I visited was Berlin. I don’t have any plans for holidays though :(
w - worst habit: Procrastination, biting my nails and the skin around them.
x - x-rays: just my teeth once
y - your favourite food: I like most things man. I guess I’d have to say vegetarian lasagne? My dad makes it with lentils. Or sweet potato cakes w coconut rice and mango chutney!
z- zodiac sign: Gemini as the main one, then Pisces moon and the other once is Gemini. I don’t remember what they all mean. I’m gemini af
Originally posted by gypsyastronaut
Anyway anyone who wants to do this can, but I’ll tag these people: (sorry if you’ve done it already)
@isaks-even @lazyskam @skamfairy @evenbakkas @glgrdsklechhh4 @monstermonstre @josefinepttrsn @short-tops-and-bass-drops @wyoheartsmusic @thelibraryiscool @bechnaes @getswell
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I was tagged by S to write a list of my 15 favorite songs. I loved listening to them and loving them once more ^
Both Sides Now by Joni Mitchell: Love Actually is my favorite film, (however, not my favorite romantic comedy, that is saved for The Wedding Planner) and Emma Thompson’a character introduced me to Joni Mitchell in mmm 2008?ish and I’ve loved her since.
Glitter and Gold by Barns Courtney: I heard this song for the first time in 2016 when I was working part-time at Wingstop, and I liked it well enough. I was getting bad again, falling off the bed because of all the nightmares, fogginess in my head the next day, memory issues, not leaving bed for anything etc. Then I saw the MARVEL fanvid featuring this song, and I could feel better for a time.
Simple Parts by Sick of Sarah: I heard this band in 2010, because of Frostwire! I love love loved every single song I heard from them, and these gals are so talented!
Coming Up Roses by Keira Knightley: this is off the Begin Again soundtrack, and she is probably my favorite actress, so when I saw this movie at Marie’s house in 2015, I immediately bought the soundtrack. I was having a pretty tough time getting to sleep and waking up etc, and this song especially out of the five she sang, really helped.
Work Song by Hozier: 2016 is when I first heard Jackie and Wilson, but I didn’t really pay attention to Hozier until this year. Now I can’t get enough :p
I Don’t Care by Fall Out Boy: my favorite song in mm 2011? from them was This Ain’t A Scene, it’s an Arms Race! But then I heard this song and it absolutely blew me away! So much nonchalance and drama and narcissim, Lordy.
Steady As She Goes by the Raconteurs: I want to say I first heard this song around 2013ish, I was 16 years old, freshly graduated from high school, newly engaged and feelining decidedly optimistic. I stand by that optimism, regardless of how things appear to have turned out ;p
Qu’est Ce Que J’ai Fait by Anthony Stewart Head: ahhh Giles my lamb, when I finished Buffy the Vampire Slayer in early 2015, I found out the Anthony Stewart Head could sing as well as act and be adorable, so here we are now, nearly three years later <33
Hurt Like Hell by the Heydaze: I heard this song this summer, on the Adult Alternative music station on mm Dish? DirectTV? At Connor’s house and I LOVE it.
I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston: I was young when I watched the film, but old enough to kind of follow along. I want to say, sevenish so, 2003? Ahem, the Bodyguard is probably directly responsible for some of my favorite tropes in romance and drama + that ending ohmigod. Serious, protective person and easygoing, beloved person falling hard and fast for one another, but in the end it doesn’t work out. However, they’ll always love each other. ~kyaa
Everybody’s Fool by Evanescence: before I ever really understood media, photoshop, celebrities, unrealistic beauty standards etc. I understood “perfect by nature, icons of self-indulgence, just what we all need more lies about a world that never was, and never will be.” <333 thanks Amy Lee. I heard this song around the same time as I heard Rockstar by Nickelback and Scars by Papa Roach so around 2003?
I Don’t Love You by My Chemical Romance: this song is so relatable. One day in January 2015, about a week after I’d miscarried, I woke up and realized that I no longer loved my fiancé and wanted nothing more to do with him. I was depressed, angry, hurting, etc and “get out, better get out while you can. When you go, would you have the guts to say, I don’t love you like I loved you yesterday.” Well, it just cleaved me.
Oops! I Did It Again by Britney Spears: Britney Spears (other than Selena and George Strait) is someone that I’ve pretty much have loved forever. I want to say maybe 2003ish is when I had a tamagotchi looking thing but Britney, it would play all of her songs. Then watching the music video—iconic.
I Want It That Way by the Backstreet Boys: ahhhhh!! I remember being dropped off at elementary school around second grade, listening to Millenium on my sister’s CD player ohmigod I was obsessed. Brian Littrel was my favorite Backstreet Boy and I loved watching them on TV.
Broken by Robert Downey Jr: honestly, after watching Sherlock Holmes and Iron Man, I adored him. It’s the same with Anthony Stewart Head, I found out he could sing and then searched for his album. (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)
These are my favorite songs from bands other than my all-time favorites: Linkin Park, Chester Bennington, Papa Roach, Panic! at the Disco, George Strait, Selena Quintanilla Perez, Joe Nichols, the Hoosiers, or Adam Lambert.
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