#THIS IS MY FIRST TIME CRYING ABOUT THIS MUSICAL

[littlemarianah]

tw: pain, childbirth.

When I was pregnant the first time, my mother told me something that I never forgot. She said that babies show you who they are while still in your belly.

I didn’t understand what she meant until my daughter arrived at the 37th week of pregnancy. Barely premature. In medical terms, she was ready to be born, but I, the person carrying her, was sure she wasn't ready yet. Willow decided she wanted come out and made my uterus contract and my hips widen to get her out. Even though I begged her to give up the idea.

“Don't be in a hurry, you can stay there as long as you want.” I remember whisper to my own belly, already having painful contractions. After complaining so much about how tired I was of being pregnant, I was afraid that her rush to be born was because of me. But I was wrong, she was just curious to go out, looking forward to her freedom. I tried to warn that the world was much colder and much scarier than she could imagine, but she was determined.

Her birth wasn’t as bad as I thought, in reality. It was quick and it was painful. But the pain never scared me. I closed my eyes and didn't fight with my own body. I let everything happen and just let my mother tell me what to do. I don’t remember if I screamed or cried or moaned... Because every time a contraction came I left my body and only came back when it was over.

When I opened my eyes his blue eyes were there. Looking at me scared, trying to make sure I was alive. He was the only thing that comforted me at that moment, the only thing that kept me standing. It was Peeta's arms that held me through that long winter night. I couldn't sit or lie down without crying in pain. Standing, with my body resting on his, was the least painful position I found to face the contractions.

It was as if we were dancing a waltz, but the music was just my screams. At the end, when the sun started to rise, I swore I could hear the sound of birds. They sounded exactly like my father whistling birdsong. I wanted to tell Peeta what I had heard, but I was always distracted by the overwhelming pain and my moans, my mother's words and Peeta's heavy breathing.

He was silent the entire time. I was grateful I didn’t had to hear words of encouragement that wouldn't help me or stutters of pity. He knew I was capable, he knew I could handle it. Sometimes I searched in his eyes for the trust he had in me, to remind myself that I was able to do it. And I always found what I was looking for.

When I felt her coming out I bent down on my knees and pushed. I could feel the top of her hairy head with my fingers. The pain was absurd and I thought I was going to die from the horrible sensation that filled me. I screamed, so deep and loud that it came out all at once. Her cry made me realized that I had never been so close to life since the day I was born, born from the woman who held Willow for me. My mother was the first person who picked her up.

My legs immediately stopped working. I fell into Peeta's arms and he placed me on our bed. In the same bed we had made Willow.

My mother brought me the little baby in my arms. She was so hot and the air was so cold that all I could do was hold her against me and cover her with a cloth so she wouldn't freeze. While I cried nonstop, so much so that I couldn't even welcome her.

It was Peeta who said it "Hi little girl” for me. As he stroked her hairy, bloody head.

Such a powerful cry for such a small girl, I thought. We were still one, united by a cord and soon it would have to be cut without me being ready. Separating us forever and leaving my baby alone in such a dark world.

#Katniss is a great mother #Peeta is her soulmate #They deserve a happy family #wip #the hunger games #thg #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #everlark #epilogue #willow mellark #toast babies

[minkoq]

🎐 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

⤷hawks saving you from a villain, just for him to end up in ur apartment; fem! reader

⤷requested by @dreamcastgirl99

🎐— it was a chilly afternoon, you were walking down the streets of tokyo, going to the convenience store since you forgot something for dinner.

🎐— on the way there a man approached you, simply asking for the way to the bank, you pointed into the direction, but before you could start talking he activated his quirk and restrainted you with some slime.

🎐— you squirmed as you felt the wet substance all over your body, you tried screaming out for help, but he quickly shut your mouth. only muffled cries escaping your lips.

🎐— before you could cry further, a flash was in front of your eyes, and the man that was restraining you fell to the floor, his quirk deactivating. you looked around in confusion, before you heard a voice speak up. "you alright, sweet girl?"

🎐— you looked up and saw hawks, the number two hero flying down. you nodded, "t.. thank you so much!" you said and breathed out softly, your heart still beating against your ribcage.

🎐— he shook his head as he landed on the floor, looking at you with a soft smirk. "no worries, just doing my job." he laughed out.

🎐— you shook your head immediately, "i don't know how i could ever repay you." you started softly, "i was about to make dinner! maybe you wanna eat with me? i don't know how else i would repay you." you said nervously.

🎐— hawks chuckled gently, usually he doesn't take up these offers, but when such a pretty woman said that to him, how could he ever refuse?

🎐— "i'm off duty anyway, sure." he replied casually.

🎐— when you were at your apartment, he looked around the livingroom while you were cooking. there was a lot of decorations and clutter everywhere, it made him comfortable.

🎐— he peeked his head into the kitchen, he saw how the apron tightly snug around your body. he gulped as a blush spread on his cheeks, no, he can't be horny for a girl who just wants to thank him. he took a sharp breath in, watching her bend over to get something.

🎐— but your round butt looked so juicy, he wanted to feel it, and rub his hard cock against it. when he caught glimpses of your cleavage, he needed to control himself. the way the apron snatched your waist and pushed your tits up, in that moment he was too horny to think straight and decided to shoot his shot.

🎐— "you inviting any guy in who saved you?" he asked and stepped into the kitchen, your turned your head to him, a soft giggle escaped your lips, "it was the first time i needed to be saved." you admitted.

🎐— your giggle out of your plump lips was like music to his ears, in that moment he wondered what more noises you could do, oh, how sweet your moans would be.

🎐— "must've been scary.. getting captured like that.." he murmured out, taking more steps towards you. his gaze never leaving yours, you nodded softly, "i'd be lying if i said i wasn't still shaken up." you admitted to him, batting your eyelashes at him.

🎐— he groaned softly, he tried hard to restrain himself, walking closer to you, pressing you against the counter. "i know the perfect way how to get you to relax."

🎐— before you knew it, you were bend over the kitchen counter, him kneeling in front of your butt as he spread your cheeks apart, "what a sweet hole." he sighed out, his breath fanning over your asshole as your pussy clenched around nothing.

🎐— you whined softly, all your clothes scattered on the floor as you were helplessly folded over the counter. then he licked your hole up and down, making the hairs on your arms stand up. you moaned softly, his hand was rubbing your pussy.

🎐— "h.. hawks.." a choked moan came out of your mouth when his tongue forced itself into your tight asshole, his fingers pinching your clit ever so softly. "so sweet." he groaned out, his other hand rubbing against his own crotch, his thick hard cock still restrained in his boxers.

🎐— his fingers penetrating your pussy gently, feeling your slick walls clench around his two fingers. he knew how desperate you were, grinded against his face as his wet tongue still made out with your tight rim.

🎐— he got up off the floor, still fingering you. the squelching noises made him gasp softly, his clothed cock humping against your ass, watching it wobble.

🎐— ".. such a fuckin' slut.." he got his cock out, glorious 7 inches pressing between your ass cheeks, smearing his pre-cum onto your asshole.

🎐— you whined at the stimulation, pushing your butt back. your cunt was sopping softly, he removed his fingers and spread your folds gently. "such a wet pussy.."

🎐— then his fat tip prodded against the entrance of your vagina, teasingly pushing in before slipping up, then rubbing it between your folds, to lubricate his dick.

🎐— you moaned at his thick cock, it was huge, you never had this huge of a cock. "you want my cock bad, huh?"

🎐— you nodded eagerly, then you felt a harsh slap on your ass, yelping as you looked back at him in shock, your pussy subconsciously creating more slick.

🎐— then without warning he thrusted in, a choked moan escaping your lips, he pressed your head onto the counter, your nipples pressing against the cold counter.

🎐— then he started thrusting, your pussy felt so snug and warm around his cock. it hurt for the first few seconds but then you got lost in the pleasure, "so tight.. never wants to let me go.." he groaned out.

🎐— his pace was incredible, his cock pushing in deeper with each thrust, his heavy balls slapping against your clit. he put on of your legs on the counter, so he could reach deeper into your cunt.

🎐— you couldn't stop moaning, sweet praises and calls of his name leaving your lips. one hand gripping your hips tightly as the other stimulated your clit, rubbing it in circles as your legs twitched.

🎐— you held yourself on your elbows, your tits bouncing with each slam of his hips. you felt yourself getting close, this was rare, you never were this quick to cum.

🎐— before you knew it, you were shaking and the whole floor was covered in your juices. "oh.. look at that.. such a dirty girl.." he laughed out mockingly, he let go of your hips and leg, and gripped your breasts harshly, pushing your back against his chest.

🎐— "couldn't help yourself, huh? just coming on my cock like that." you could do nothing else but moan and nod your pretty head, feeling so many things. but you could only focus on his hard, fat cock slamming into your small cunt, reaching so deep like no one ever has.

🎐— you knew he was ruining you for anyone else, he tugged at your nipples harshly, biting your neck. you mewled, pushing your hips back in sync to his thrusts, you wanted his cum so deep in your womb.

🎐— your juices were dripping down, a puddle on the floor. he felt the familiar knot in his stomach, groaning as he humped into you like a dog in heat, wanting nothing else than to breed your needy cunt.

🎐— you choked out a gasp when you came on his cock again as you felt his thick ropes of cum shooting into you. moaning and whining as you both rode out your orgasms.

🎐— "shiittt.." you whined out, not only the floor, but also your legs and his legs were soaked. he whined when he pulled out of your pussy, his dick covered in his own cum as he watched the white creamy substance dripping out of your pussy.

🎐— "such a good girl, you took my cock.. so well." he breathed out, fingering the semen back into you as you whimpered in overstimulation.

#bnha x female reader #female reader #mha x female reader #bnha smut #hawks x reader #hawks x female reader #mha hawks #bnha hawks #keigo takami #keigo takami x reader

[scekrex]

Adam wasn’t killed like everyone thought. Lucifer’s son aka Charlie’s little brother m!reader took him in and healed him. Charlie lets the new sinner Adam stay in the hotel after her brother begged since she loves her sweet brother so much. Adam never seen a demon so hot and falls for the reader. They’ve been secretly messing around and Luci ends up walking in on them.

Okay to clarify: Charlie in this fic is over 200 years old - reader is one year younger than her. Which makes him way younger than Adam is but I assume almost every person this man has fucked with in heaven is way younger than him

And when his edges soften, his body is my coffin

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, sexual tension

note: not beta read bc fuck you

You knelt next to the tall angel, your hands kept pressing the shirt you had been wearing moments ago tightly against his wounds while the golden blood that had already formed a puddle around the first man stained your pants - not that you really cared. Your focus was on the dying soul in front of you. Yes Adam had been awful, yes Adam deserved to die, but on the other hand it simply didn’t sit right with you to let him die that easily, for you it felt purely wrong to give up on his tainted soul without even trying. And just as you were about to cry out for help in panic, Adam started to breathe.

Your big sister, your father and their friends had worked quite hard to rebuild the hotel and just as the last light of it flickered to life, Adam took his first breath. “Y/N?” Lucifer’s voice called out for his youngest son right before he spotted you kneeling next to Adam. With slow, heavy steps he walked over to you and the first man, suspiciously eyeing what you were doing but when the king of Hell saw how the brunette’s chest visibly pumped blood and air through his body, he looked quite shocked. “Dad, he’s alive,” your voice sounded happy, excited even and yet so broken - Lucifer didn’t move, he just stood there and watched. “We have to take him in, dad, he’s wounded.” The blonde king shook his head violently, snapping out of his haze as he processed your words slowly, then he shook his head in a softer manner - this time he used it to respond to what you’ve just said, “Nuh, no~no~no~oh, we’re not taking him in.”

Charlie appeared behind the king of Hell, your older sister - she was only one year older than you - put down a gentle hand on his shoulder, “But dad, he’s a human souls just like the other residents and as much as I hate the thought of living with him, the concept of this hotel is all about redemption, maybe Adam can redeem himself too.” And while Lucifer didn’t admit it out loud, he knew his children were right, a defeated sigh left his body and he lowered his head. The blonde was not willing to put up a fight with either you nor Charlie so he simply gave in. He always had the option to kick the first man out if he would not be willing to redeem his soul after all.

-

It had taken Adam a while to regain his strength, it had taken him even longer to accept that his angels had left him and that he was doomed to rot in Hell - though he kept telling you and the other residents that soon Sera would look for him and send Lute. But Sera never mentioned Adam in any of the meetings she held with Lucifer and Lute had not been back to Hell ever since she thought she had seen her best friend die. Not even during extermination day. But on the other hand that had forced the first man to get used to his new environment and while Vaggie was just as amused to have the brunette roaming their halls as Lucifer, Angel seemed to actually enjoy the first man’s company - even though most of their conversations were about the bitches Adam had slept with in heaven.

But you were without a doubt the demon he got along with the best, not only did you like the music he was playing, you also seemed to understand him without ever going through something similar, yet the two of you connected. The bond between you and Adam had grown strong, so strong that the brunette had you pressed against your bedroom wall, kissing your lips over and over again as his wings framed your sides - a habit he had picked up in Heaven to prevent people from staring. His lips didn’t remain on your lips though, he was eager to shower your entire body in kisses and he was determined to keep going until that goal was reached.

“Fuck,” you mumbled, gently nudging Adam to signal the former angel to give you some space. “Lemme just-” you grumbled as you took off your shirt, throwing it somewhere where it wouldn’t bother you and as soon as the soft fabric was no longer covering your skin, the brunette was on you in an instant, his hot mouth was mapping out your body like it was the most beautiful thing he ever touched, his tongue circled your nipple. And then a loud banging noise appeared right behind him and when you peeked over Adam’s shoulder you froze. Your father was standing in the door frame, just as shocked as you were. “Adam,” you mumbled quietly, trying to get the taller male to notice the king of Hell. But the angel shielding your body from your father’s eyes simply grinned against your skin as he responded, “Why don’t you moan louder for me, babes?”

Lucifer cleared his throat quite loudly and it was just then and there that Adam noticed the blonde king. His body stopped moving immediately and he just stared at you with a blank expression on his face. When a small hand reached for his upper arm to spin the angel around, Adam was sure he was gonna die - there was simply no way Lucifer would let that slide.

As soon as Adam looked down on the king, he awkwardly grinned down on the blonde, trying to charm his way out of the situation - not that his bullshit worked on Lucifer and before he knew it Lucifer’s fist collided with his face.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

[jellogram]

Okay I am ready. An actual longform review about I Saw the TV Glow, spoiler-free because I want people that haven't seen it to know what to expect.

I suggest reading this before you watch.

I think the shortest way to sum it up is that this is not a happy, uplifting, trans narrative, nor is it a Danish Girl-esque tragedy designed to tug at the heartstrings of cis people. This is a cautionary tale, designed for queer people (and particularly genderqueer people) about what can happen if you try to ignore who you are. Because most of Tumblr is queer, I am going to assume most of you guys will be entering with that perspective.

And it's worth noting that the director is nonbinary and has openly discussed this film as a trans narrative.

It's strange. It's uncomfortable. At times it feels like it's moving slow, but you need that time to sit in the emotions. This is not a fun movie to go see with your friends on a night out. This is more like doing powerful hallucinogens in a basement. Either nothing will happen and you won't click with it at all, or you will leave feeling like you just woke up from an incredibly vivid nightmare, wondering why no one around you seems as freaked out as you are.

This is why I recommend either waiting until you can watch it at home alone in the dark, or going to the theatre at a strange time of day when it won't be crowded. My theatre had lots of people laughing around me while I cried. When you are going through a really intense, painful, and emotional reaction to a film, and the people around you are laughing at the movie, it sucks.

So if you don't like the movie and don't get it at all, please be kind and do not laugh or say anything insulting in front of the other guests. If you go through the tags for this movie and many of the reviews, you can see how personally this film affects many people, and you are being very hurtful and dismissive by laughing in front of them while they're upset. This was not only my experience, but one I've seen echoed among many other viewers. So keep it to yourself until you are out of the theatre, please.

Yes, some lines are a little weird. There's things that feel a bit silly and cartoonish, and you just need to ride with it. The absurdity is not an accident on the part of the filmmakers and I think my fellow theatre-goers thought it was.

And as for the technical and artistic aspects, I only have good things to say. Phoebe Bridgers' cameo easily could have been cheesy but it was that song that first made me cry. Pay attention to the use of color. Pay attention to the music. The actors are excellent and it's very cool how many queer people were involved in the project. This is what happens when queer people get to tell our own stories.

tl;dr You will either walk out of that theatre confused and annoyed, or feeling like you just got home from a war. If you are in the first category, please be respectful to those in the second. This is not an easy watch but it's an incredible and highly unique film and it makes me excited about the future of horror and queer filmmaking.

#i saw the tv glow #movie reviews

[that-gay-person-27]

Spencer Reid Imagine Part 1

I sat crying on my bed…again. It’s been 85 days since Spencer went to prison, and 80 days since I was last allowed to see him let alone have any sort of communication with him. After the first visit it was hard to see him, he already looked so broken, and when I went back again fr the second time I had found that my name was no longer on his list. I couldn’t see who was on the list, but from the pitiful stare of the prison guard I knew that I was the only one taken off of that stupid fucking list. I know that at some point I had to move on from this and get back into my life instead of wallowing away in my self pity. I got up and out of my bed and got myself fully ready for the day so that I could get myself a pick-me-up, and that’s how I ended up here. At the sketchiest record/book store that you could possibly imagine. From the outside it looks like the kind of place that someone wild get murdered in, but on the inside it feels cozy because of the soft lighting and the faint song of music playing in the background. While looking through some records I caught a glimpse of messy hair go by the window. I miss him so much that my mind is playing tricks on me…fuck. After leaving the record store I got a call from Penelope. “Hey Penelope, you know that I love hearing your voice, but why are you calling?” “Well girl genius, cause you asked so nicely, I just wanted to see if you heard the news! I haven’t heard from you in a while so I thought that I would just check up on you”“What news are you talking about Penelope?”“Wh-what do you mean, they didn’t tell you…he didn’t tell you?”“Who Penelope?”“It’s Spence…he got out…like three days ago.”I start to tear up and try to keep my voice levelled, as to not concern Penelope.“I’m going to have to let you go Pen, I have to figure some things out. I love you, bye.”I hang up before she can speak any further, and that’s when I fully broke down, angry tears running down my face. I wasn’t just sad, I was angry! He promised that I would be the first person that he would tell if he got any news about getting out of prison, or for anything else, and then he broke that fucking promise. I went back to my apartment after some creepy old guy kept on asking me some awkward sexual questions based off of my emotional state.

When I got back to my apartment I took the elevator up to my floor and when the doors opened there was Spencer, looking guilty and emotional. Instead of scoffing I took a deep breath and proceeded to fish my keys out of my bag, quietly opening the door to my apartment not saying a word to Spence… no Spencer. “I am so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking and I know that you’re mad but I’m here now so doesn’t that count for anything?”I stay silent.“Will you please just talk to me?”“Spencer, I will say this as nicely as possible, so will you please just leave and we’ll talk about this later.”“Can’t we just talk, I don’t know why you need to take some time but-““But what Spencer? I had to find from someone else that my boyfriend was let out of prison three fucking days ago and not once did you ever try to let me know?”“I know, and I’m sorry-““You were released three days ago and you didn’t even come home. This is your home…I thought I was your home, your family. Where did you even stay?”“I stayed at a friends house while I got back some sense of normal.”“What friend, what was his name?”He began to speak but stopped, head hanging low.“What was his name?”Very silently he said a name I hoped I would never hear again “Maeve”.A couple years back, before me and Spencer were dating, Spencer got out of a relationship with Maeve after he cheated on Spencer, got pregnant, and tried to convince him that he was the babys father.  She also caused him to relapse after I helped him got clean“Spencer, I will ask you one more time, will you please leave so I can compose myself as much as possible so that I might be ready to talk to you and not go fucking crazy.”He doesn’t say anything more and just gives a pathetic nod before he turns around and walks out the door, closing the door behind him.

I grab my phone and call Penelope.“Hello you beautiful amazing human being! How may I help you on this not so fine-fine day?”“Hey Penelope, could tell me who was on Spencers visitors list. I just need to double check something.”“Of course lovely, there’s Me, Rossi, JJ, Luke, Tara, Stephen, Emily, and…oh…”The line goes silent.“Penelope, was the last name on the list Maeve.”“It was and I am so incredibly sorry, if there’s anything I can do then just let me know. I am here for you.”“Thanks Penelope, I’ll talk to you later.”That’s how I ended up in my bed again, only this time I wasn’t wondering when the love of my life would be released from prison. I was instead wondering what the fuck I was going to do now. What will happen next?

#criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds x you #gn reader #gxb #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x reader #emily prentiss #spencer reid

[finleycannotdraw]

can anyone hear me

#something about graves and flowers. something about awareness of your own death. something about someone else’s continued life afterwards #being more important. #also just. these days I think I owe my life to flowers that were left here by my mother #that line will ALWAYS make me cry on the floor #hozier #hozier lyrics #no plan #first time hozier #unreal unearth #wasteland baby #music

[radioactive-cloud]

time isn't real because wdym the horror and the wild the album came out four years ago??

#don't even get me started on the photoshoot they did for it i think about it at least once a week #when i'm saying this band altered my brain chemistry i'm not exaggerating #i'm glad that i've found music that i (a sad person) can listen to at the train stations #iykyk #the first time i've listened to fair i was crying and laughing #and little has changed since #joey batey #madeleine hyland #the amazing devil #tad

[ganondoodle]

sorry about that last rambling post, i didnt mean to sound like its worse than it may be, but i got no ... lense to view it through but my own, and the main reason i wrote it out anyway was bc i needed to get it out (even if posting it might be not the greatest idea) .. and bc it kinda showcases, i think, how my stories kinda write themselves, involuntarily in a way? its not like im not putting in any effort- but its like .. i cant STOP it always keeps going and even the dumbest idea stays in some form, its very hard to get everything in place bc theres so much going on all the while i am very slow at making anything, writing or drawing anything, especially anythign coherent is very hard bc not only do i get constantly distracted, i get distracted by my own thoughts suddendly skipping to a certain scene and me having to go throguh imagining in detail NO MATTER how many times i have done it before for the same scene that i already decided on how it goes, when theres a new idea it can take over my entire day bc i cant let go of it-

not trying to sound either like im the only that has that sort of problem, but i think its a big part as of why i start tso many projects without being able to finish them, or even start them bc i constantly have to fight my own thoughts from derailing into another daydream session, thinking of too much too fast than i can ever draw or even write about and not knowing what is worthwhile and what isnt (im telling you i have no idea what is good and what isnt, idk why but for all i know all things i do could be trash, or they all could be bad, maybe the one i thinnk is decent is actually worse than the things i deem not good enough and once i start to think no this isnt good enough i stop having fun making or thinking it bc im trying to do better

honestly its kind of impressive that i can get anything out at all, not to pat myself on the back there but even if i hate how long it takes me, considering how much im having to work just to start working on something at all, the fact that i could post stuff coherent enough for some people to understand AND LIKE is something i should be a little more proud of

#ganondoodles talks #personal #sorry today is a bit of a brain fart day #got a headache and have wasted the entire time until now (5pm) with watching old analysis videos i have watched 5 times already #and crying over undertales music #how much could i get done if i didnt have to deal with thought trains going 200 above speed limit #also didnt mean to sound mean to people who like the things i deem cringy #BC I DONT KNOW WHAT IM TALKIGN ABOUT 90% OF THE TIME #I DONT KNOW IF ITS GOOD maybe it is #my judgement of my own stuff is pretty random #.... maybe thats why i can work with fanstuff that adheres to lore better #bc it sets limits for me #it gives me options of rails to derail onto without falling straight into the woods #idk if that made sense either #... i need to start drinking more #(and i guess by calling some of my stuff cringe bc i am entirely unsure of its quality im trying to make myself smaller than i am) #(so if it turns out to be actually bad- im more safe from ridicule since LOOK I AM SELF AWARE) #and there i go letting my thoughts spin further #maybe ill delete both of these posts tomorrow when i realize how dumb this is to say in the first place

[merry-finches]

YAAAY TECH ISSUES RESOLVED!

HAPPY "SECRET" GIFT DAY TO....Mo!! <3<3<3 @lotrmusical

Where would we all be without you? :>

I'm so happy to be a part of this little fandom, everyone is so welcoming and joyful and skilled and friendly, gahhhh I'm never over it. And creative, oh my goodness, when I have half a moment to indulge in everyone's amazing creations I've caught glimpses of 👀

So please enjoy mine, I hope you love it :] 💚

I had entirely too much fun pulling from all sorts of places for the construction of this gift 👀 I... wonder... if they will all be obvious! Please do tell me what you spot :] (the invitation is open to all to yell with me always)

I think I managed to hit most of your likes list in one way or another ^.^

And a happy birthday to jirt too!

Heydey 🦵🦵🙌🧍(that looks deranged out of context someone take emojis away from me or get us better ones :D )

🌻🍃🌼🦌🐞🍀🐦🌸🐝☘🐞🐎🌼🍃🌻

#ive not been around tumblr lately (tragic) life is such a bully but the second i can I am ZOOMING to look at everyone's stuff !!!! omg!!! #@my gifter i saw your post and i am an inarticulate ball of mush about it i am going to read it and EXPLODE and CRY #lotr musical exchange #lotr musical #Aaaaaaaaaaaah <3 #to be honest i am refraining from spilling the beans exploding abt what i put in here #mostly because i want them to be discovered in real time so anyone listening can have the same feeling i did when i put it together #but also a little bit because I've hit the limit on feeling obnoxious I'm that pleased with myself 😅 I'm rly proud of this #i deserve it tho after yesterday drafting this post all excited only to upload it the first time and find out the audio was no good. crushe #vibrating with the amount of synchronicity you can find in this music and ACROSS MEDIA and you nudge it and wiggle it and it all FITS #absolutely shatnering myself into the wall. that both the musical and the movie draw a parallel between Boromir and Frodo through MUSIC!! #i did not end up including that particular howard shore-ism for style reasons but I Thought about it #anyway <3 christ. follow for more unhinged guy going feral about all things musical and all things hobbits #🐟🥛 #im so nervous at the same time posting this hfhfjd

[feelslikegold]

supposed to fly home today like I didn’t see the most babygirl jake possible last night and just ruin my entire life

#feeling v emotional about who gvf are to me today #I met so many genuinely amazing people last night????? #everyone around us were the sweetest humans ever 🧍🏻‍♀️ #particular one older woman who I will literally never forget like I could feel my soul come out of my body to attach itself to hers she was #SO amazing with an amazing story ???? like she was 63 and she’d never in her life been to a concert before #of any kind #and she just finished chemo so her gift to her was going to her very first concert ??? which was greta #she was just…….. so sweet ?????? and so beautiful!!!! I kept checking up on her even though we are ignoring that she was across the floor #truly do not know how drunk val navigated last night without hurting myself somehow 🧍🏻‍♀️ #anyways……. this band is so Different #would love to go to their shows and disconnect and just have a fun old time but i’m always hit with how I wouldn’t be here without their #music !!! #sounds dramatic af but 🧍🏻‍♀️ #and josh and sam taking the time to go around bstage barricade and grab literally all of our hands #they both made eye contact with everyone they touched like they were truly taking it all in #I didn’t feel like just a paycheck to them 🧍🏻‍♀️ #i’m 🫂🫂🫂🫂 #and GOD the video of jake and the little girl #like. they care so much ??? #ouch #hate them #hate what their shows do to me !!!! #going to be on a fucking plane and crying to frozen light 💀💀💀 #truly embarrassing !!!!!! #I am not checking this for typos so have fun :) #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #greta van fleet

[ladysqueakinpip]

not me lying wide awake at 5:30am on a sunday on my day off bc after almost a full year I finally FINALLY realized the implication of the end of remember them from the cyclops saga

#that song has one of the most powerful ending crescendo sequences ive heard in maybe all of musical theater #so it. always felt incomplete after ALL that buildup during the I AM THE INFAMOOOUS #only to just drop to SILENCE. no music. no fanfare. just ODYSSEUS! #he doesnt even really sing it he just sort of... shouts it #and then its followed by the faintest sound of ocean waves #its poseidon. listening. THATS why athena said DONT #poseidon heard that declaration and came back to get him later #😬 #i just looked up the lyrics for ruthlessness too and poseidon basically spells it out 😂 #ive only listened to that song once or twice tho and i guess i wasnt too focused on the words #anyway i relistened to the songs on friday and theyve been rotating in my mind like a 7/11 hotdog #the whole cyclops saga especially is just.... so so good #they truly dont make music about bashing peoples heads in like they used to #the first 3 songs of the saga especially... oof #how they blend one into the other back to back and end up making like a 10 minute narration of events #the whole thing is so bone chilling #it gets my heartrate up lol #PLUS the theme of pain and vengeance bring more pain #EVERY time polyphemus says 'what gives you a right to deal a pain so deep' #and when odysseus says 'what good would killing do when mercy is a skill more of the world could learn to use' #rocking back and forth sobbing crying #remember them the next time that you DARE choose not to spare! remember them... remember us... remember me! #cant wait for everyone to turn their back on this musical in 5 yrs #like they did with hamilto.n #hamilto.n never stopped being good actually #yall are just embarrassed about being weird fanatics over people who rly existed

[haleyincarnate]

I’m so good at aching. I am a world champion of longing.

#currently at the beach with my dad and family and I leave tomorrow after just a few days but god… #I’m hanging out in my room to nap and I’m just dwelling on how I should be having all the fun having not been here for fifteen years #but with this breakup all I’m full of is sudden longing and hurt and it all feels unsure and heavy #like I’m about to cry for the first time in weeks it feels like #while I can hear them splashing at the pool and jamming to music and screaming gleefully #and I’m not sure if I’m just homesick or I’m homesick for a love I know won’t be there when I come back #fuck dude #hmh

[robertsbarbie]

wait i forgot to tell yall the absolute highlight of my day, and probably year, and probably existence because it was genuinely the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me

#i had to act like i was not crying in class because it shook me to my core #this one professor of mine great guy probably the only reason i have not given up on the graphic design program #starts class discussing our projects for the semester #and says both projects are brand new never done before #and one of them was a music project #where we get to choose the artist and create an entire spread of everything for them #lp/ digital campaign/ website/ spotify mockups the whole fucking nine yards #and this is a man WHO DID NOT KNOW WHAT MUSIC PACKAGING WAS OR ENTAILED UNTIL #I ONE DAY WENT ON A RANT ABOUT IT IN OUR FIRST CLASS TOGETHER #and who has asked me multiple times about it since and my amateur concert photos #and i’ve given him shit for cutting a different music project in the past #and this motherfucker looked at me (i’m losing my fucking mind at this point btw like full on #everyone in the class was looking at me after the announcement) #and this motherfucker looks at me ‘you got your music project buddy don’t let me down’ #and it just kinda struck me that this clown of a man A) listens to his students and proposes projects he thinks they’ll be passionate about #but B) that he listened to me and i’ve just i’ve never had that things like this are always dismissed #and this motherfucker listened and formulated a whole ass project to help me #like that’s so fucking insane to me #eris: text

[apathyfairy]

you are either a girl who is miserable and sad on her birthday or a girl who loves her birthday and there is no in beetween and neither group will ever understand the other

#obviously i am part of the first group and like it just makes me sad. like with every passing year i’m just like ok. well i super have #nothing to show for this past year or my age and i just hate everyone acting like i’m worth something or worth still being alive #so when the 3 family members i have are like yaaay happy birthdayyyy i’m like ok thanks but i should have died a long time ago #like there’s just nothing to celebrate like i’m not proud of who i am or that i exist u know what i mean? like i think i cracked it i think #that’s why i hate my birthday and so i like to just be alone and do alone things and cry if i want to or usually i just drive around and #sing along to sad music in the car and just wait it out u know #like i fully just let myself be as miserable as i want like that’s my gift to myself #but this year it’s on a saturday and so my mom is like what do u wanna do let’s do something fun and every year it’s always the same bc i’m #miserable beyond belief and she’s trying to hype me and it ends up with her getting mad at me bc i’m such a miserable downer fuck up and #it’s like great i can’t wait. it’s so pathetic to complain about birthdays we all have them we all get old whatever but it’s just like #genuinely u should be able to just skip it if u arent feeling it and everyone should respect that

[dngrcpckwithmurdericing]

Having a serious George Michael moment at two am.

#we're having serious family problems #the kind you should call the cops about if you trust the cops #instead i called my dad #i have never asked him for anything #not in like thirty years #and i begged him to come as soon as he can in the morning #i can't be the only adult here anymore #and my abusive dad who has religious delusions is my only option #and for literally the first time in my entire fucking life he's coming to help me #i think i scared him with my crying #i don't think he's ever seen me cry in like the last thirty years or so #i am terrified though #so I'm listening to George Michael because he and Elton are the most comforting music i can think of right now #maybe I'll add some Madonna to this playlist #anyway everything is hard right now and i truly don't know what to do when the systems society has in place for this aren't an option #and my cats are like an hour away #i really might delete this later #I'm just so upset??? #i needed to write it out for a third time in a third place

[sparkly-skies]

This one is titled "I needed to urgently work on a presentation* so instead**, I somehow spent my whole day doing fuck all instead and the evening listening to Laura's Buam and consequently experiencing the whole spectrum of human emotions over the span of like, four to six songs" and goes out to @mondscheinprinzessin, naturally, for dragging me into this band.

#* for a subject I actively hate with a burning passion #**knowing it will lead to me crying for the x-th time this semester over being stressed and losing #my last bits of motivation for my studies that I once was very passionate about + general other life stuff i can't cope with anymore #the first one means i read the wikipedia page of passau and we all know once you google stuff related to the band but unrelated to #their music it's all over #i'm so glad i know fuck all about them otherwise or i'd be stopping myself from hopping on over to ao3 #i'd love to know what makes me want to read/write fanfic about a band or book or show or whatever. #with blind channel it was there very quickly; with lost society i still don't care; with bojan/käärija i'm interested in the authors more #than the fics; and with lonely spring it's like hmmmm. no urge to look if there's fanfic about them found anywhere in my brain. #anyway laura tell your buam to stop making sad music! they have to stop with these far too relatable lyrics! #should i just print this out and take it to my therapy appointment on friday? #mine #lauras buam #lonely spring #ich hab gedacht passau wär ne großstadt aber nein da wohnen 50.000 leute und es ist halb so groß wie dornbirn und #nur viermal so groß wie mein dorf ☠ #und ein viertel von den leuten sind studenten. die stadt muss im sommer so tot sein wie innsbruck #PASSAU IST KLEINER ALS INNSBRUCK. 35 KM^2 KLEINER. wtf. how. warum hab ich gedacht das wär ne großstadt #aber ich könnte vor meiner haustür in den inn hüpfen und mich bis passau treiben lassen. laura pspsps wie wärs mit passau auf der nächsten #tour statt augsburg? die stadt liegt genau an einem großen fluss bzw zusammenlauf von drei flüssen mit drei verschiedenen farben