#and i love that lyric from seize the day i really really like that it talks about how we fight for everyone not just--

[joelalorian]

Fall Into Me - Chapter Six: And I Knew My Heart Wasn't Mine

dbf!Joel x f!reader

Summary: Joel is hanging on by a thread as a single father to a tenacious 10-year-old Sarah. Feeling like he's drowning, like the world is about to spit him out, he needs some help before he breaks in half. At your dad's insistence, you show up in his life and change everything.

Story is inspired by the song Fall Into Me by Forest Blakk. Chapter titles will be lyrics from the song.

Word Count: 3.8k

Chapter Warnings: Explicit, under 18 take a hike. No outbreak AU. Lots of feelings, confusion, and self doubt. Two idiots falling in love. Finally some smut-ish stuff. Dry humping on the couch. Joel is his own warning. Tommy keeping it real. Age gap of about 9 years (Reader 24/25, Joel 33/34). No use of y/n. Reader has a nickname used only by her dad.

Dividers by the wonderful @saradika-graphics

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Chapter Five | Main Masterlist

Sitting at the kitchen table on Sunday morning, you reviewed an email on your phone from the Texas Education Agency. Relief washed over you. The State Board finally approved your certification after jumping through a million hoops, just in time for your upcoming meeting at Sarah’s school.

Yet another step closer to finally feeling like an actual adult contributing to society.

“Morning, Spud,” your dad greeted as he walked into the kitchen in search of his morning coffee. “You’re up early. Did you have fun with Sarah yesterday?”

“I figured I’d seize the day and all that. I had a blast yesterday! Sarah is so smart, and Joel was really nice, as always,” you replied, playing down quite how much of a roll Joel had in making the day so enjoyable. You still couldn’t believe how things worked out.

Joel Miller, dead sexy single father, liked you, wanted to be with you. Little morsels of doubt tried to weasel their way into your mind, trying to make you question what was so special about you that a man like Joel would be interested in. You shook those thoughts away, resolving to believe that you deserved someone like him, someone who liked you for who you were and not who they wanted you to be.

“He comes from good stock, that Joel,” your dad interrupted you’re wandering thoughts. “Not sure what happened with Tommy, though. Musta been dropped on his head as a baby or somethin’.”

“Dad!” you laughed, shaking your head. “There’s nothing wrong with the guy. He’s young, single, and unburdened by responsibility. I imagine you were like that once upon a time.”

“Musta been so long ago I can’t remember,” he replied, hip checking you into the counter when you stood to place your glass in the sink. “Watch yourself there, Spud.”

“Jeez, thanks, Dad,” you replied with an amused eye roll. Your dad watched as you tidied up your little mess from breakfast and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

“You know, Spud. You’d do well to find a man like Joel. He’s a really good guy. Shame he doesn’t date. All the women go crazy over him.”

Your dad kept going on about Joel’s aversion to dating, but your mind froze on that one simple statement – you’d do well to find a man like Joel. You tuned back in just in time to hear him say, “He needs to settle down with a girl like you. Someone smart and responsible who’ll still give him a run for his money.”

Practically bursting with the urge to admit that you and Joel just officially started seeing each other, you curled your lips between your teeth and just nodded. You promised Joel you’d wait a bit before mentioning anything to your dad and you planned on keeping that promise. “He should be so lucky to find someone like me,” you sassed finally.

The day carried on as you spent some quality time with your dad watching TV and lounging around. It was refreshing and relaxing, reminding you of times past where the two of you spent a bunch of time together.

The urge to text you plagued Joel all day Sunday, distracting his attention from the football game until Tommy finally snatched the phone out of his hands and hid it.

“Enough, brother. You’re like a lovesick fool checking your phone every five fuckin’ seconds. You just spent the day together yesterday. Give her a little breathin’ room,” Tommy chastised. “Women like a little mystery after all.”

Flopping back into the couch cushions with a huff, Joel crossed his arms in front of his chest. “I don’t want to play games with her, Tommy. None of that aloof, hard to get bullshit.”

Shaking his head, Tommy waited until a commercial break to turn to his brother again. “I’m not sayin’ to play games. I’m just sayin’ you don’t need to be up her ass 24/7. You’ll see her every day this week. It’s ok to build up a little healthy anticipation today.”

Joel knew his brother had a point. He just couldn’t help himself. It’d been so long since he felt like this about someone – if he ever really did before – and it was messing with his head. Berating himself for not even kissing you yesterday, Joel wanted to at least text with you today. It felt somehow wrong to not talk to you.

Then again, you hadn’t texted him either.

Tommy made a valiant effort to distract Joel from his thoughts, talking statistics about the game and the players, anything to get the guy talking. It only worked for so long before Tommy couldn’t take it anymore.

“Alright, how ‘bout this. I’ll take Sarah for a dinner and ice cream date tomorrow so you two can spend some time alone. Get a little action in and maybe that’ll help you get your head out of the clouds.”

For the first time in hours, Joel’s face lit up. “You sure?”

“I wouldn’t offer otherwise,” Tommy replied. “You two need to figure out if there’s something there and you can’t do that with a ten-year-old hanging around all the time. Not unless you want to scar her for life.”

Joel nodded, reaching out to take his phone back. Before letting go of it, Tommy grinned. “I already texted her for you. You’re welcome.”

Ripping his phone out of his brother’s hand, Joel scrolled through his text messages to find what Tommy sent you.

JM: Hey sweetheart. Netflix and chill tomorrow?

He only knew what that meant because of Tommy and you had to know that wasn’t something Joel would say. “Jesus fucking Christ, Tommy!” Joel growled, his ears turning red from what you must think. He was about to really lay into his brother for overstepping when you responded.

You: Netflix and chill, huh? Sounds like my kinda date 😉

Not expecting that response, Joel chuckled. Maybe Tommy knew exactly what he was doing after all.

“Like I said, you’re welcome,” Tommy teased when he saw the goofy smile on his brother’s face.

Joel ignored him, proceeding to ask you about your day. The two of you texted back and forth well into the night until it was time for bed.

Climbing between the cold sheets of his large, empty bed, Joel wished you were there with him. He could already imagine you there, falling asleep together after a romp or two, waking up next to you in the morning. It sounded like heaven to him.

Hmm, maybe he could Netflix and chill his way to convincing you to spend the night tomorrow.

You didn’t know what to expect when you walked into Joel’s house Monday morning, but it certainly wasn’t a flustered Joel, knelt on the floor, staring down at a mess of pancake mix surrounding him and Sarah giggling her little heart out at the breakfast table.

“What happened here?” you asked, hands on your hips and eyes surveying the damage. “Did you have a fight with the boxed pancake mix.”

“He really did!” Sarah exclaimed, still laughing. “It went everywhere!”

“I see that,” you replied, grinning at her before turning back to Joel.

He stared up at you with wide, sad eyes and shoulders slumped. “I couldn’t get it open and then it just…” His arms spread wide, gesturing at the powdery mess on the tile in such an endearing way. You couldn’t stop your smile from growing wider.

“Go finish getting ready for work. I’ll get Sarah some cereal and clean this mess up,” you directed, gently pulling him to his feet and around the mess.

“You shouldn’t have to clean up my mess, sweetheart,” Joel replied, pulling you in for a hug. You could tell the warm press of your bodies together made him feel better and you basked in it as well, not minding the bit of pancake mix that transferred to your clothes.

“Don’t worry, I got it. Now git!” One hand swatted at his ass playfully as he rushed out of the room. “Now, what kind of cereal do you want, nugget?”

Fifteen minutes later, Joel returned to find the mess gone and you running a mop over the tile to wipe away any last remnants of the pancake mix disaster. Sarah already finished her cereal and was upstairs brushing her teeth before it was time to head to school. When you put the mop back into the bucket, Joel crept up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulled you close until your back was flush against his chest.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he breathed in your ear, sending a flood of goosebumps down your arms. Joel pressed his lips to the spot just below your ear and left a trail of kisses down your neck. The feel of his lips on your skin exceeded any expectations you had, and a contented sigh left your own lips.

With a hurried tenderness, he spun you around in his arms, the mop forgotten as it nearly fell out of the bucket. Faces close together now, your eyes drank in every detail of him from the richness of his dark brown eyes, the curve of his nose, the purposeful stubble of his beard, and, finally, to the fullness of his bottom lip. You could feel his eyes doing the same, drinking in every bit of your face before tilting his head impossibly closer.

“I’m going to kiss you now, ok?” Joel murmured; lips nearly pressed to yours already and you hummed in approval.

After all the weeks of mutual pining and self-doubt, Joel finally kissed you. It started as a soft press of lips and quickly morphed into an overwhelming need to devour each other when his tongue teased along the seam of your lips, begging entry to deepen the kiss. Teeth knocked together and tongues tangled as you tasted each other – somehow, the taste of coffee was suddenly appealing when it came from Joel’s mouth.

Hands wandered – his over your curves and yours into his luscious, dark curls. Joel’s hair felt as silky as it looked, and you had been itching to get your fingers in it from the moment you met him.

The sound of Sarah’s footsteps bouncing down the stairs broke the two of you apart, breathless, and dazed.

“Wow,” Joel murmured, struggling to remove his hands from your waist.

You smiled up at him, equally unwilling to remove your fingers from his hair. “Exactly,” you whispered, stepping back with your hands at your side just as Sarah entered the kitchen.

“I’m ready!” she declared excitedly and you both grinned at her cuteness.

“Okay, nugget. Let’s head out.”

Heart melting in your chest, you watched Joel and Sarah do their morning routine of saying goodbye. The love between the two of them was so strong it was like a tangible thing you could hold in your hands. Nostalgia washed over you as memories of your own childhood, moments like this with your dad, flooded your mind. What you had with your dad, what Joel and Sarah had together, was a connection that would never fade, only grow stronger with time.

Briefly, you wondered if your evolving relationship with Joel would affect that connection, interfere with it in anyway. You couldn’t move forward with him if that was the case. Some woman showing up and changing the dynamic between you and your dad would have upset you as a child and you refused to be the cause of any upset Sarah felt.

When the two of them stepped back from their hug and grinned at you, any question about your place in their dynamic washed down the drain. You felt nearly dizzy with relief when Sarah quickly said, “Give her a hug, too, Daddy,” and shoved him as hard as she could in your direction.

With a chuckle, Joel gave in to Sarah’s demand, wrapping his arms around you. The broadness of him surrounded you, enveloping you in warmth and a sense of security you’d not experienced before. Was that what love felt like?

“Have a good day, darlin’. I’ll see you later,” Joel’s deep voice was but a whisper in your ear, his lips just grazing your earlobe. “I’m looking forward to tonight.”

Warmth raced up your neck to your cheeks and you squeezed your thighs together in anticipation of what you hoped would happen later. “You have a good day too, Joel. Be careful, ok?”

“Always, darlin’.” He winked as you led Sarah out the front door to your car.

The journey to Sarah’s school started off quietly, Sarah bopping along to the music on the radio as you navigated the morning traffic. Your thoughts wandered to what you should wear later when Sarah startled you with a sudden question.

“Are you my dad’s girlfriend now?”

She asked the question so nonchalantly that you weren’t sure how to respond. Would she be upset with whatever answer you gave? Was there even a right or wrong answer? What did she want to hear? Mind racing, you settled on asking Sarah a question in return.

“Would you be upset if I was?”

Tilting her head side to side a few times, the little girl contemplated her answer while you held your breath. She turned to you with a smile so big it scrunched up her nose. “Nope! It’d make me really happy.”

“Really?” Your eyebrows were nearly at your hairline.

“Uh huh. You’re the coolest and prettiest. My dad would be lucky if you were his girlfriend,” Sarah admitted with all the confidence and knowledge of a ten-year-old. Another head tilt and she added, “So, are you?”

Equal parts amazed and grateful for Sarah’s acceptance of the idea, you opted for honesty. “I mean, I don’t know,” you shrugged. How could you explain what you had to a 10-year-old? “We haven’t talked about naming it yet, but we did decide to see how we like being together. Does that make sense?”

Sarah gave it a moment of thought. “Yeah, I think so. It’s kinda like how you’re a teacher, but not officially until you get the job, right?”

You laughed at the comparison with a nod. “Exactly. I’m as good as your dad’s girlfriend, we just haven’t made titles official yet.” You pulled up in front of the school and it was Sarah’s turn to get out. “Now get going, nugget. Have a good day!”

The little girl bounced out of the car, calling out to one of her friends. Just before you pulled away, you heard Sarah tell the other girl that you were her dad’s not-yet girlfriend.

The day absolutely dragged. Joel could swear that time went backwards every time he looked at a clock. It didn’t help that every single subcontractor gave him a hard time about something today.

The roof trusses arrived six weeks early and the sub refused to take them back even though the damn things would rot before they got to the roofing phase of construction. The company he rented the extra backhoe from wanted to raise their rates in the middle of his contract. The list went on and Joel ran out of patience three hours ago.

The only thing holding him together was the thought of you. Spending time with you. Kissing you. Touching you. Burying himself inside you… He adjusted himself with a sigh. Damn, he needed to put those particular thoughts on ice before he got himself riled up. The workday was shitty enough, he didn’t need the guys giving him a hard time about an untimely chub in his pants.

Finally, Joel had enough of everyone’s bullshit and called it a day, leaving his foreman in charge of the worksite.

“Off to doll yourself up, are ya?” Tommy teased as Joel headed for his truck. Gesturing in the general direction of Joel’s crotch, he added, “You remember how to use that thing? Make sure to clear out the cobwebs and use protection!”

“Jesus, Tommy,” Joel grumbled, climbing into his truck, and driving off. He knew his brother was only teasing, but Joel was nervous enough as it was. He didn’t need Tommy getting in his head. He did have a point about protection, though.

A quick stop at the convenience store to grab a box of condoms, Joel made it home before you and Sarah. Putting on some 90s rock, he jumped in the shower, putting in the extra effort to tidy himself up down there. He wondered if you preferred pubic hair or not. Fearing he was getting way ahead of himself, Joel opted to just trim his down and hoped for the best.

By the time he finished trimming his facial hair and tousling his curls, you and Sarah were downstairs, working on her homework. As he walked down the stairs, Joel could hear you encouraging his daughter to think the questions through and congratulating her when she got the answers right. His heart grew three sizes watching how you were with Sarah. You held his whole world in the palm of your hand and treasured it like the precious cargo it was.

Joel was falling so hard for you. You were quickly gaining the power to destroy him.

“Hi Daddy!” Sarah called out when she spotted him in the doorway. “We just finished my math homework. Can I play in the backyard?”

He set up a tire swing on the large live oak out back a week ago and it quickly became his little girl’s happy place. “Of course, nugget. Come give your old man a hug first.” Bending down, Joel swept Sarah up in his arms, biceps stretching his shirt sleeves as he swung her around in a circle. Sarah’s laughter echoed through the room, and you smiled sweetly at the pair of them.

“Uncle Tommy’s coming to take you out for dinner and ice cream in a bit. Ok?” Sarah nodded when he settled her back on her feet and raced for the sliding door. Once she was out of sight and earshot, Joel turned to you. “Come ‘ere, darlin’,” he said, voice deep and velvety.

Your body followed his command without conscious thought, so great the need to be in his arms. “I thought about you all day,” you admitted, staring up at him with wide eyes.

“Me, too. Could hardly focus on the job thinking about you and spending this evening together.” He tightened his arms around you, head bending to seal his lips to yours. When your lips parted at his prompting, Joel teased your plush bottom lip with his teeth. “It’s like a tasty little gummy worm,” he teased. “I could nibble on it all day.”

You moaned into his mouth, the little breathless sound music to his ears.

The kiss deepened until you were licking into each other’s mouths, hands wandering and grasping for purchase on any piece of real estate you could reach. Neither of you heard the front door open or the footsteps approaching the kitchen.

“Am I interrupting somethin’?” he asked cheekily as the two of you sprang apart, disheveled and gasping for breath.

Joel ran a hand down his face, closing his eyes for a moment to gather himself. “Excellent timing as always, brother.”

“Y’all just couldn’t wait five more minutes, could ya?” Tommy’s grin a mile wide as he teased. “Lemme get the nugget out of here before you two scar her for life.”

You tucked your face into Joel’s shoulder bashfully when Tommy slipped through the sliding door. Joel groaned and wrapped his arms around you. “Don’t mind him, darlin’. He just likes to bust my balls.”

Ten minutes later, after some hugs from Sarah and more teasing from Tommy, you and Joel were alone. Taking your hand, he led you to the couch. He hoped you didn’t notice that his rough palms were sweaty with nerves. You were abnormally quiet, and he wondered if you were nervous as well.

Seated a few inches apart, the tension became too much. “What are you in the mood for?” Joel asked, breaking the silence as he pulled up Netflix on the TV. He barely logged into his account when you suddenly straddled his lap.

“Hi,” you said when he stared at you in surprise. “You know what I’m in the mood for?”

“What?” He barely got his mouth to form the word, his brain short circuiting with you in his lap. His grip on the remote loosened, yet neither of you cared when it fell to the ground.

“You.”

There was a moment where you both froze, each waiting for the other to act first. Then the tension snapped, and Joel’s lips crashed against yours. His tongue danced along the seam of your lips until you opened them to let him in. Tongues tangled in a never-ending dance as your hips tilted, grinding down on him. Joel was uncomfortably hard in moments, pressing up against your warmth.

His hands were everywhere, fingers tenderly tracing the structure of your cheekbones, down the curve of your neck, along the swell of your breasts. They finally settled, grabbing handfuls of your ass to pull you impossibly closer. You moaned into his mouth, hips bucking in search of more friction.

Gasping for breath, Joel tore his mouth from yours, his hands urging your hips into a rhythm as you dry humped him. His mouth left a trail of scorching kisses down your neck, eliciting a wave of goosebumps to flow down your arms. Your hips rocked, gliding across his hardened length and Joel swore he could feel your wetness breaching through the layer of clothes separating you.

Fuck, how he wanted to taste you, get high on your sweet nectar. He knew, just knew in that primal way, that yours would be the best pussy he ever tasted. His cock swelled impossibly harder at the mere thought of burying his face between your legs.

“Jooooeeelllll.” His name coming from your luscious lips in a drawn-out moan caused his own hips to buck up into you, hitting just the right spot to make you both see stars from the friction alone. His mouth sucked little marks into your neck, leaving his left ear exposed to your mouth as crooned, “I’m gonna come, fuck. You’re gonna make me come in my panties, Joel.”

“Fuck, darlin’. Come all over me, pretty girl. I want to see you fall apart from grinding on me like this. Drench those panties.” Joel sat back a little, just enough to watch your face as your orgasm swept over you. It was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen, eyes rolled back in your head, mouth hanging open in a silent ‘o’ as you trembled above him, delicate hands clenching the meat of his shoulders for balance. A little sheen of sweat dusted your hairline. Fucking beautiful.

Joel was absolutely certain he could feel you drenching his pants as you came, your breath finally coming back in a sharp exhale. He had never been so turned on in his life. Watching you come apart for him, feeling it seep through the layers of clothing became too much. For the first time in his adult life, Joel Miller came in his pants with a desperate whimper.

tbc

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[ddejavvu]

i was using Spotify and I realized how u could see what ur friends are listening to atm on there and it would be so fun to have hotch discover this, and be surprised that the reader is listening to songs like “or nah” or j any explicit songs like that and is into it😋 could lead into something more like playing that song while they’re doing it later on

OKAY THANK YOU LOVE UR WRITING!!!

i love you! i just left this vague and open to whatever song you want to insert!

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Being Spotify friends with Aaron Hotchner only came about because of Penelope's insistence on team bonding. And because she wanted to send everyone the personalized playlists she'd made for them, and sharing became much easier that way.

All it's yielded for you is the knowledge that, very infrequently, Hotch remembers he has a music app on his phone, and that he plays 2-3 Beatles songs before he inevitably gets called to another task and has to shut off the music.

Aaron is even less frequently informed of your tastes in music than you are of his, because the few times that he's used the app, he forgets to check what the other members of the team are listening to. Not that he really cares; Spencer's listening to classical and Derek has too-loud EDM playing in his headphones that Savannah teases him for. Rossi prefers records to his phone, and JJ plays mainly kids' songs for her boys. Emily is always listening to some mid-2000's rock song, but you, you he hasn't gotten a read on. You're all over the place, switching from singer to singer, genre to genre, language to language. All in all, his team's music taste doesn't affect him, but Penelope is far more eager to snoop on you all than he is.

"Ooh, nasty girl," She gushes, head bent to look at her phone as she waits in Aaron's office. He'd instructed her to let him have five minutes to finish a report before she briefed him on a new case's details, but she's proving very distracting. With a glance up at her, half-scathing, half-incredulous, he asks, 'What?'

"Oh! Y/N's Spotify," She holds out her phone as explanation, showcasing your profile with unfamiliar album art displayed over it. It's black and red, but Aaron doesn't recognize the song or the artist.

He raises an eyebrow at Penelope, and she huffily gives into his demand.

"It's a song about sex," She informs him, "Like- feral, sweaty, hungry, clawing-at-the-sheets, scratching-up-his-back, mouth-open-so-he-"

"Alright! Enough," Hotch snaps, glaring disapprovingly at her rather vulgar language, "I think I get the picture, Garcia."

"Sorry, sir." She looks only mildly sheepish, talking more to herself than she is to him as she muses, "Didn't know she was into that kind of thing."

Aaron doesn't think about the title of the song again until well after Penelope's gone, and he's taking his lunch alone in his office. He's more a fan of songs that, if they are about sex, don't outwardly mention any vulgarity, and he's not sure if he could handle explicit material being spewed at loud volumes directly into his ear. Call it morbid curiosity, call it Disapproving Boss Syndrome, but he fishes near-new headphones out of his desk drawer to find out what you've been listening to while filling out government paperwork all day.

He has the good sense to look it up on youtube without logging in. He doesn't want this attached to him in any way, and he certainly doesn't want eagle-eyed Penelope catching him on Spotify.

The beginning of the song seizes the ear right away, a unique beat that definitely doesn't sound sexually appealing. But when each different instrument filters in and the lyrics begin, he realizes that Penelope's description was not very far off.

It's filthy.

It's twenty kinds of vulgar, words that he's never even heard before being used to refer to genitalia. The only way he figures out their definitions is through context, and he thinks he may have been better off without knowing them. He's floored by the contents of the song; he knows sexual songs exist, even at this level of vulgarity, but he'd have never expected you to indulge in them. Certainly not in the workplace.

The song finishes out at three minutes and nine seconds, and Hotch feels a slight heat to his face as he unplugs his headphones and closes the tab. No one had caught him, but he feels mortified anyways, and decides he no longer has an appetite.

He puts the lid back onto the container of leftover pasta that he'd brought from home, keeping his head down as he treks to the kitchenette to refrigerate it.

Of course, his luck fails him as he nearly bumps into you, rounding the corner to the small, closed-off kitchen and finding you in front of the microwave in the doorway.

"Oh! Sorry, Hotch." You laugh, stepping out of his way to let him through. He notices an earbud in your ear and pushes away the knowledge of what song you're probably listening to, heading for the fridge instead.

"It's fine." He grumbles, electing to stay silent for the rest of your impromptu meeting if he can manage. He feels slightly guilty for being cold towards you, because it was his own curiosity that led to his embarrassment, but he can't look you in the eyes right now.

You see fit to fill the awkward silence with the tapping of your nails on the counter, and with a jolt of recognition, and something else far more intense below the belt, he realizes that you're tapping out the beat of the song.

He ignores your sharp gasp as he slams the refrigerator door perhaps a tad too hard. He doesn't have time to feel bad about startling you, though, not when he so desperately needs to be back in the confines of his office, away from the prying eyes of the team.

His sharp memory comes in handy as he calls upon the name of the song later that night, pretending to himself that he's only doing it because it's been stuck in his head. Not because every time he thinks of it, or rather, of you listening to it, his pants tighten slightly. He chooses youtube first, but something drags his thumb towards the spotify button instead, and he swallows the saliva that's suddenly pooled in his mouth when his suspicions are confirmed: you're listening to it, too.

At eleven-thirty at night, probably beneath the covers on your bed just like Aaron is, you're listening to a song about sex, and as he sinks a hand beneath the waistband of his pajama pants, he knows without a doubt that you're doing the same.

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[jack-kellys]

racetrack in uksies!!

well guys! i did it- i finally started paying attention to the newsie i was pretty sick of for a while! and i was generously rewarded. here is some stuff i observed from josh barnett's racetrack higgins:

disclaimer: racetrack, in the script, is quite literally only noted as "RACE, a little tough guy". there is no one way to characterize him, and no features about him are universal/should be universally accepted beside what he says.

that said. this mf is a damn little tough guy!!!

his place as one of jack's main two lieutenants (the other being crutchie) is a lot more solidified in how he acts around the other boys, he certainly comes off older and more in charge

king of new york has him singing out from downstage to the audience as all the chaos (swinging from lamps...tapping...spinning and shit...) he incited occurs behind him. like it is his song this time which is cool, and makes sense- he's the last "original" (sorry davey) leader left that the newsies can look to and it shows.

his trio consists of specs, albert, and himself it looked like. sometimes finch but that's for more lighthearted moments. they all have trousers and not knickers, signifying their older age, and they frequent the aisles together. also specs is definitely some kind of leader based off of what he does in the show and his demeanor.

race and al are like...the soakers. they are picking fights or mocking fights when they are together LMAO.. at the gate when the headline goes up albert is like Right Up At It to make the delanceys rattle the bars to make him step aside (no one else does this). race and al also imitate jack socking the delanceys with crutchie's crutch, al fake punching race in the gut and race making a face lmfao. they also together circle around the delanceys when they're shoving crutchie around.

^something i've noticed every time but only now clocked as intentional: race's cap is the only one, out of everyone's, that has a ripped seam at the brim. it's frayed, it's been there a while, it's intentional as hell. this kid's a fighter, and he's literally rough around the edges. love it SO much omfg

another fun thing about this race: he. fucking. does. not. like. davey. for the entirety of act 1.

"hoi poloi" is mean. he says it at davey instead of around him to the boys at the circulation center. tbh the newsies in general give davey a sort of sus once-over when he mentions having a mother, but race is leading that charge and like... not for laughs exactly?? idk it felt like more at davey's expense.

race gets fucking pissed at "well if you look, and see brooklyn, then they're with us!" he pushes davey's chest and says either "don't be smart with me/right now." I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS. it is everything to me– it shows how short race's temper can be when he's stressed, pushing it onto davey– because davey got them all into this, didn't he? so what right does he have to make jokes right now, especially about brooklyn, whose backing would ensure that davey's idea of the strike wouldn't get all of them beat into the ground? (because. let's face it. of course race is going to blame davey and not jack.)

while davey is singing his piece of seize the day, race confers with jack, and (this staging was sooo good for woodside last night) points at les, who is standing right in the window between where race and jack are standing a ways away from the kid. like a "why the fuck did he bring the kid here". race definitely thinks that davey doesn't understand who's really at stake here, which is so.. protective<3.

king of new york is like a mini arc for them. at the top of the song, daveys still at the center table, race is there too, and like. he punches davey's arm. of which davey is literally like "ow", and then rubs at it through... half the whole song. what's funny abt him getting hit then is that he sings his lyrics pretty soon after, so it's like a literal push from race to get more involved (since they're the only two leaders left). as davey does get more involved, messing around with les and involving him w/ the rest of the boys, race warms up to him a lot more and their last time near each other, race gives him a smile and ruffles davey's hat. atta boy, if u will.

i think race's general refusal to trust davey with his boys is just so. fucking sick. race can trust him with the strike inner workings if jack does, crutchie actually is shown talking to davey a lot more than race and trusts him via that, and jack trusts him because jack refuses to leave anyone even remotely like his boys behind (and he recognizes they need someone like him if they want to succeed). the four of them r so. intimate to me.

but. what is also quite fascinating to me.

is that everything i've said so far about the lack of trust, the hot-headed nature, the protectiveness... y'all know who we usually 'assign' those traits to, right?

spot. conlon.

like this race is like.. if 92sies spot was in the musical..mixed w/ 92sies race LMFAO!! and you fuckin know what? i loved him for it. i have always loved characters like that, i think they're fun, very... greaser vibed, hard-hitting, etc. this spot is almost more ready to hit than protect, and the holding out on the strike therefore seems like manhattan/jack needs to prove himself to brooklyn vs. spot having to look after their newsies first.

anyway yes congratulations to uksies racer for making me enjoy the character again!!!

FUN FACT: earlier this week, someone was. literally on their laptop during. the fucking show. in richmond, which is p close to the stage. so during one of his exits, he went up to the person and said like "close your laptop. that's fucking disgusting." josh>

#slay josh barnett always #newsies #racetrack higgins #race newsies #racetrack newsies #newsies uk #uksies #analysis #fizz freaks #newsies cast #spot conlon #i rly just. this is so interesting to me. because spot seems SO defined in our minds but like... no he's not. none of them are except like #jack dave and kath #anyway yeah. i think abt a lot how this like Is the best cast we've had. i hope yall get a visual boot i rly do. <3

[hexologh]

“ME AND THE DEVIL.”

I'm not really good at doing Yandere stuff, Kinda busy with my main story at wattpad too, Since school is over I just wanted to relax ya know?

Cool request @chipichopi Hope this little story is okay, like I said I'm not good with yandere stuff..

Hope the lyrics are right, I mean I listened to the song cuz I don't really listen to Stalkers tango, but it's a good song.

You don't know how long you've been trapped in this room. Hours? Days? Weeks? Time has become a blur, and the only thing that remains constant is the presence of the one who calls himself your "forever love."

But love? No, this isn't love—it's something darker, something twisted. It's an all-consuming obsession that suffocates you.

In the midst of your confinement, a faint melody reaches your ears, originating from outside the room. It emanates from his living room, perhaps. You wonder what could possibly be happening out there, but in this confined space, it hardly seems to matter.

Suddenly, the door swings open with a resounding bang, causing you to flinch involuntarily. The chains that bind your hands clink together, the sound echoing in the silence.

Suddenly, the room was filled with music, and there he stood before you.

Macaque, that was his name, now etched into your memory. As he gazed at you with his love-sick eyes, a sense of revulsion washed over you. Yet, you couldn't help but admit that, for a talking monkey, he possessed an undeniable allure.

"I know, I know, I know this situation's strange..~" he sang, his voice echoing through the room. Each step he took brought him closer, and you couldn't help but sweat nervously as you instinctively moved backward, your back colliding with the cold, unyielding wall.

Macaque seized your chin forcefully, tilting your face upward to meet his intense gaze. His grip left you with no choice but to look into his eyes.

"Love me, love me, love me, love me, Love me, love me, love me, love me, Love me, love me, love me, love me more than you possibly can...!" Macaque repeated the words, his voice filled with an eerie passion. You could have sworn you saw hearts forming in his eyes, an unsettling display of his distorted affection.

He pulled you into a tight, suffocating embrace, his grip exceeding the boundaries of comfort.

"Dance," he whispered with a commanding tone, leaving you with no choice but to comply. Reluctantly, you moved in sync with him, your bodies swaying to the rhythm of the song.

"It's not that complicated, no matter what they say," Macaque grinned, revealing his sharp fangs. "You'll never meet another me..." The sinister undertone in his voice sent shivers down your spine.

As his forehead pressed against yours, closing the distance between you, he continued, "I know, I know, I know I'm always in your place. But don't you see, my dear? I am your Doppelgänger. Have your faith so.." His chuckle carried a dark edge, a foreboding sign of his twisted desires. A crimson hue spread across his face, intensifying the eerie atmosphere.

"—Love me, love me, love me, love me, Love me, love me, love me, love me, Love me, love me, love me, love me more than you possibly can!" Macaque emphasized the line, his favorite in the song. The words made you feel nauseated, repulsed by his deluded affection. You longed for it to stop, for someone to rescue you from this torment.

"It's not that complicated, no matter what they say. You'll never meet another me! It's not that difficult to get your head around. You'll never meet another me. You'll never-never-never-ever-ever meet another me!" His possessiveness rang through his words, declaring that he wanted you all to himself, denying anyone else the chance to be with you.

As you danced, the chains that bound you tugged and caused pain whenever you moved too far from him. The ache served as a constant reminder of your captivity. You yearned to strike back, kick him to where the sun don't shine.

—But alas, it seemed that fate had abandoned you in this twisted dance.

"Ey-ey-ah, Bada-bam-bam-bam-bam, Bada-bam-bam-bam-bam, Bada-ba-ah Bam-bam-bam-bam, Bada-bam-bam-bam-bam, Bada-bam-bam bam-bam, Bada-ba...!" Macaque smiled, swaying his body while forcibly moving yours in tandem. His touch was invasive, manipulating your every movement.

Suddenly, his hand found its way to your throat, his sharp claw resting against your skin. You couldn't discern whether he intended to kill you or if it was another sick display of his power.

"It's not that complicated, no matter what they say. I'll never meet another you. It's not that difficult to get my head around. I'll never meet another.. you..." His words sounded alarmingly genuine, as if he truly believed them.

Nah.., you refused to succumb to this madness. You would not allow yourself to fall in love with this maniac.

Never.

#lmk x y/n #y/n #slayallday #macaque x reader #x reader #yandere #yandere macaque

[cabinofimagines]

cozy party —(Jason Grace xGN!Reader)

A/N: My newborn nephew owns my life rn but I was able to write a blurb(?) for the white boi of the month and since it’s 4th of July it still counts as Jason’s birthday he is THE american boy -Danny

Warnings: Spoilers for the BIg Fish movie and playful death threats (affectionate)

Words: 590

“Alright, yeah man no problem, I’ll see you this friday...” you hear Jason’s voice coming from the hallway as he approaches the living room. “Tell Festus I say hi... see ya!”

He hangs up and you look up as he circles the couch, a content grin on his face. “Leo says hi.”

“Was he upset because you didn’t throw a party this year?” You ask, making room for him to sit.

“Nah, we’ll see him anyway in a few days,” Jason shrugs, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “He called to wish me a happy birthday—his moms were singing the birthday song in the background and Georgie was screaming the lyrics at the top of her lungs.”

“That’s cute,” you chuckle, snuggling closer to your boyfriend. “So. Scary movie, musical, or action film?”

Jason tilts his head and sighs. This is a big decision. “Let’s watch Big Fish.”

“Big Fish?” You ask with amusement. “The one with Ewan McGregor?”

“Yes,” he smiles, already seizing the remote. “Great movie for a birthday.”

“Because the dad dies in the end?”

Jason laughs, maybe a bit too loudly. He shakes his head in half a grimace. “You’re gonna get yourself killed.”

“No, no, I know why you like it!” You continue with the same smirk. “Is it because the dad is also a pathological liar? You relate to that a lot, right?”

The young man snorts. “Again with that... I already told you I’m not lying!”

“And I’m telling you it’s really hard to believe you defeated a Titan when you were what, fifteen?” You lower your voice teasingly. “It’s okay, Jason, it’s just you and me— tell me the truth already, did you made that whole thing up?”

“I was surrounded by other campers!” He laughs in disbelief.

“Well, the mist is a thing, right?”

Jason grabs a cushion and hits your face with it. “Get out. I’m watching this movie alone.”

You push the cushion away laughing, Jason’s eyes are glued to the tv screen but there’s a small grin on his face that he’s trying to hide. You sit up and lean your chin on his shoulder, hoping it looks cute. “Alright I’ll stop. Just because it’s your birthday.”

Jason gives you a sideways glance. “Uh-huh.”

“I mean it.”

“Okay.”

You fight back a grin as you talk, voice trembling with amusement. “You can trust me, just because I’m dating a mythomaniac doesn’t mean I’m one of them!”

Jason tries to attack you with tickles and you squirm out of reach, laughing uncontrollably as you move to the opposite end of the couch. He towers over you and traps you against the armrest.

“Do you think it’s too late for me to break up with you and move to Leo’s place?” He asks humorously.

“A little bit, yeah,” you grin.

Jason wraps his arms around you, letting his body rest on top of yours. He sighs dramatically. “What if I just suffocate you right now?”

“You know, Jason, just because it’s your birthday doesn’t mean I’ll let your death threats slide.”

“You’re no fun.”

“Uh-huh,” you chuckle. “Shut up and play your movie.”

“Can’t move,” he says holding you tighter. “You do it.”

You struggle to reach the remote but you manage to grab a hold of it in the end, pressing play and laying back with Jason still resting on top of you. One of your hands find its way to his hair and starts running through it lovingly. 

“Did you have a good day?”

“It’s not over yet,” he says quietly, leaning into your touch. “But yeah, I did. Thank you.”

“No problem,” you smile down at him, kissing the top of his head. “Love you.”

“Love you more.”

#Danny's writing #jason grace #jason grace x reader #happy birthday jason #pjo fanfic #pjo hoo toa #hoo imagine

[crstormzy]

castiel headcannons | my candy love

ok so i have this really annoying habit of inviting fictional characters to live in my head rent free for god knows how long. specially when they are assholes. specially when they're the type of assholes i'm really fond of. specially when they're castiel veilmont.

i also have the even more annoying habit of making extremes out of these characters in my head, but oh well... it be like that sometimes.

anyways, it's 3am where i live and i cannot sleep so here's some of the extremes i've taken castiel to during the last few years i've been obsessed with him:

so, first things first, my man is a genius. i'm not talking the einstein kinda genius, but more of a mozart or michelangelo or something like that. he likes art and he understands it and he is so good at it. like, otherworldly good.

he has an awesome vocal range, but he can rock the higher register. and he can also rock the growls so that makes for an interesting combination.

i don't care what others say, i just know castiel can cook. and i'm not talking instant noodles or frozen pizza either, i'm telling you my man can cook. call it perks of living almost alone from a young age, but he is a really great chef (and a really great lover, so be ready for a lot of breakfast treats if you're dating him).

although he is a singer (and a pretty good one at that), castiel just loves bad karaoke nights. like, all out awful singing: out of rhythm, out of breath, out of tune. he's paid to be a good singer all other nights of the year, so he definitely seizes the opportunity to just be a shitty one for a while.

songwriter is coded into his dna. like, waking in the middle of the night, genius ideas, music out of everything type of songwriter. dude writes like he's running out of time.

his lyrics are so deep, always with beautiful metaphors and the kind of thing that just guts you every. fucking. time.

or they're just vulgar nonsense. there's literally no in between.

can sleep anywhere. tour bus? yeah, sleeping. library table? long gone. the most uncomfortable chair in existence? catch him going. his bed, though? forget it. after midnight his brain simply starts running a mile a minute.

not. a. morning. person.

no, seriously. he hates mornings with a passion, specially during hsl. probably because he's always going to sleep horribly late, but he hates having to wake early for anything at all. the only exception is if he's really really really excited about something.

he can hold his liquor, but he hardly ever drinks enough for it to be necessary because he doesn't like the idea of losing control of himself.

stopped smoking somewhere after high school. he was never really dependant on nicotine and after a while (specially after crowstorm) he just stopped altogether. the sensation was nice and all, but kinda of not worth it anymore.

was bullied into becoming crowstorm's vocalist.

also hates instagram with a passion. shows up once every three months, posts a single story (after his manager grilled him for weeks to make any appearance at all) and promptly vanishes again.

would get rid of his phone if he could but, since he can't, he just isn't much of a user.

castiel please stop telling paparazzi to fuck off please for the love of god the press team is begging you stop trying to rip their cameras out of their hands please please

can be very polite and well mannered when he wants to (but he never does)

my boy is a charmer. like, literally everyone falls for him. and then he opens his mouth and just manages to be the biggest asshole ever.

(he claims it's also part of his charm)

lots of people speculate about how many plastic surgeries he's had. partly because he's very pretty, but mainly because of the nose and the eyes. no one believes his nose wasn't bought, and lots of people think he wears contacts.

(in truth he is terrified of plastic surgery, but, ironically, if he wasn't his nose would probably be top of the list of things he would wanna change)

anyways i could spend literal days talking with how much time i've spent with him inside this silly little brain of mine. these are some of the headcannons i could think of on spot but god knows i have so many more...

#he's just such an asshole #i love him so much #please castiel stop terrorizing paparazzi #mcl castiel #castiel veilmont #mcl castiel headcanons #mcl headcanon #crowstorm #mcl crowstorm #my candy love

[the-woild-is-ya-erster]

UM WEST END NEWSIES????

so I saw the Wembley Park Theatre production last night and if u don't wanna be spoiled dni

But if you have no chance of seeing it here are some of the little details <3

First of all the casting was perfect???

Michael Alomka dove into a more sensitive part of Jack - and it was super interesting

Katherine was so much more headstrong and it was suchhhh a new flavour of her - Katherine has never been one of my favourite characters but god she was so strong and wild and unduly it was brilliant.

Ryan Kopel as Davey has to be my standout tho - he seemed much younger in the role than BF did, and much more uncertain and afraid - I loved it - and his development oh my god he became boisterous and ahhhhhhhhh

Docket as Crutchie was brilliant he was much less happy-go-lucky than AKB was and oh it worked - he was frustrated and angry and real.

AND Crutchie played a much larger role in the leadership of the strike here!! Just through little interactions and stuff but it was coooollll and he even seemed to form a friendship with both Kath and Davey

Even the kid playing Les was brilliant and I usually don't like Les all that much - but the kid I saw was brilliant

KATHERINE WORE A CROWN MADE OF SPOONS IN KONY

The Newsies would swing out on lamps and ropes over the audience and oh my godddddddd

THE BROOKLYN NEWSIES WERE GIRLS (and it added balance since earlier they'd been the bowery beauties so it changed them up and showed the power of women plus finally included girls in the strike, sometbing 1992 and bway missed) AND THEY WERE SO GOOD

Jack and Katherine had Beatrice and Benedick vibes from Much Ado - that's the only comparable thing, they were so brilliant and the chemistry was so goooodddd

Ngl it probably didn't have enough Javid content for you addicts.

Butttt there was a hug when Jack tells Davey they won the strike that is so good. Davey can't retain himself, he jumps and hugs Jack and then picks up and whirls around Les

'we are inevitable' was delivered PERFECTLY I can't even explain

There are so many stunts and jumps and tricks and we all knew the dancing was gonna be perfect but dear god it still got me

And finally, my favourite thing, THE SET

I was sitting stage right in Woodside (I think) and if u can get tickets like that it is so worth it. The actors are running up behjind and beside you

There's even a little slide for the escape from snyder

And they utilise the scaffding part of the set super well

There are lamps that lifted up for ariel tricks

And so much more

Even a fuckin zip line!!!!!!!

okay you've nearly made it to the end

There were a fewwww lyric changes buttt the orchestrations were changed quite a lot to make room for more dance and honestly? I think I prefer broadway music wise

THEY ALL STAND UP AND SAY THEIR NAMES IN SEIZE THE DAY <3

The Pulitzer's set was built in newspapers to show class and how the Newsies have built their entire empire etc

And all the set was moved on and off by the Newsies, too, again to show class and how the Newsies (and working kids) run the world, really

Finally

Yes, Race was perfect.

#it was a good day to be bi too #if ur going i recommend getting a programme b4 the show bc I went at the interval and they'd run out #It was so good #I really can't explain it enough #okay anyone who's seen/is seeing it message meeeeeeee with thoughts #newsies #musical theatre #west endsies #newsies london #davey jacobs #jack kelly #musicals #katherine plumber #race higgins #west end #broadway

[honeythispodcast]

hi! i just listened to your affect theory episode and it reminded me so much of this beautiful review i read of my mcr show, and i wanted to share it! it so totally understood my experience of the show, as one of the 'fervently-devoted fans' up front, and it was really touching to have that understood from the perspective of an 'outsider'. this is the link to the full article in rolling stone australia, by conor lochrie (https://au.rollingstone.com/music/music-live-reviews/my-chemical-romance-auckland-concert-review-45753/) but here is the section that i loved: '[For] all of their rock opera magnificence and exquisite conceptual brilliance, what, I think, really makes My Chemical Romance a generational band is the sense of intrinsic and invaluable community. At Tāmaki Makaurau’s Outerfields on Saturday night, that was there for all to see: a mass of worshippers arrived passionately but patiently, mostly gathered, unsurprisingly, in black garments, waiting to offer adoration to four people who meant the world to them.

And “waiting” was what they’d really had to do, with Saturday’s concert taking place after several years of COVID-induced delays. Many fans went so far as to camp outside the venue 24 hours before the concert in order to secure the best view. It’s a narrative that again lends itself to some semblance of “spirituality”, for many of the people I spoke to had approached the Outerfields site from the breadth and depth of Aotearoa. One girl, who later disappeared into the huddled masses near the front of the stage, described arriving on a flight from Christchurch that very morning alongside several dozen other MCR acolytes, all already wearing their concert clothing despite the youthfulness of the day. 

Huge screens beside the stage urged the crowd to treat everyone beside them with kindness, but it was a superfluous message, because this was thousands of people united by a shared purpose. Again, one is loath to use the word “spiritual”, but on Saturday night, as soon as Gerard Way took to the stage, he occupied the role of leader, healer, idol, whatever form each person in the crowd needed him to take.

He performed both within and outwith himself, silent at intervals, a shrieking mess during songs, a wholly unblushing artist committed to everything he was doing. On such a massive stage, in front of such an expectant crowd, Way’s way didn’t feel ingratiating; instead, this was a man seized by his music, overwhelmed by his mission. ...

I stood in the middle of the crowd as it all unfolded, behind what I thought were the truly fervently-devoted fans (a lesson from my late Catholic grandmother: always sit in the back at church if you know the people in front need it more than you) and ahead of those probably there for just a good time. Where I stood, looking at people of all ages on the verge of tears, singing lyrics like their life depended on it, I felt pangs of regret, visions of teenage years that could have been so much different if pretension and cultural constriction hadn’t forcibly collided. 

But mostly – I promise – I felt happier for those around me who had waited so long for this moment, and who would never forget this Saturday night. Because, really, it could be an inordinate amount of time until My Chemical Romance perform in Aotearoa again, even if the band themselves will still exist in the minds of those at Outerfields for a while longer: “How wrong we were to think / That immortality meant never dying”.'

I (EJ) remember reading this article when it came out. It kicked my ass then and it kicks my ass now. Absolutely gorgeous incredible music journalism that really honors the fanbase.

We talk more about this at 1:04:06 in the new episode!

#asks #honey this podcast #mcr #my chemical romance

[thelongestway]

Alright. I've been procrastinating, so let me get this out of my head and go finish the TINY details on a thing I wanted to send YESTERDAY (and by TINY I mean it will take me like 30 mins to finish if I can just focus, but wrapping up a thing??? My Kryptonite). PMMM Magia is Bloodweave coded.

Especially in the excellent English translation and cover - video linked above, lyrics here and below the cut.

Magia (Madoka Magica) ENDING

English Lyrics: AmaLee (LeeandLie

One day the light of love

Though it may seem far away 

Will shine again in your eyes 

(Transcend and rise above) 

But there's only one dream 

And it’s been ripped at the seam

This world will end in ruin 

(And I'll lose all I love)

Stifle all your doubt

Let your lust cry out

I will help you swallow your hesitation 

So trust me 

Cause you yearn with greed 

Though your heart may bleed

Will we fade away from this world 

With no hope to hold onto? 

I remember you from a dream I thought was truth

You bright with magic and I blinded by my youth

All is wish is for your hand to hold, you see

Only your smile kills the dark in me 

With these hands I try to hold what I cannot seize

I’m like a rose thrown into violent breeze 

All my strength’s blown away 

With my heart, I will stay 

Praying for light 

Guiding my wish with all my might

One day it will come true 

That wish you have inside you 

To save the one that you love 

(Is that a selfish act?)

It will capture your heart,

This love born under the stars 

You'll say words you've never heard 

(Just how would you react?)

If I can go on and not lose my way 

I will sacrifice all my heart and let it fray to pieces 

What I really need is a spell to cast 

To stand up against all the pain 

And fear that will always last

You are still lost in a dream, like a memory

I’m not the same, it would seem, I’m still wide awake

Until we open our eyes at the same time

I will keep marching on, into your light  

With these hands I've picked a rose 

And have stopped its life

Only now I understand, it’s not what’s right 

Deep inside I'm alive - for my love I'll survive 

I won't regret making this sinful wish of mine

The stories that I heard as a child 

Kept me dreaming 

Where magic run free,

And stars held captive remain always gleaming 

The fairy tales I loved have taught me (have taught me)

No matter what hurdles there may be 

Your wish comes true 

(Was I a fool to trust in those lies?)

In the night wild with fright, the old magic stirs 

Blooming with grace,

It will rise up to meet your face 

"With your hands you can change this whole world of yours.

Everything that you wish for is in your grasp"

All I want is to forever dream with you 

To live a life where all of me is alive 

Deep inside I will give all my love just to live

I won't regret making this sin

#bloodweave #bg3 #Youtube

[deadricslover]

request?

idk if you do song posts but if you do could you write one where the main female!reader is like district attorney and is giving a speech of some sort but gets caught up in a feminist rant when one of the reporters is rude towards her? Shes talking to bale! bruce wayne also and is comparing herself to him saying stuff like "if bruce was up here and not me would you be saying the same?" and all this kind of stuff

thanks sm

I'd be the man

here's my Masterlist!

a/n: my gif! kinda hate this and it's also not proofread. None of the lyrics of 'the man' are mine! I'm just using them. gotta love feminists. yes! I'd love to do this. you never specified what song to do so I picked a pretty general one by Taylor swift. 'the man' by ms. swift herself is a really powerful song with a powerful message behind it too! I hope this lives up to your standards :)

summary: in the request ^^ I didn't know how to write this if Bruce was your partner so I made it as if they get together after? I'm sorry 😭

warnings: enemies to lovers?. bit of spice at the end?. annoying ass reporters. cursing. little use of y/l/n. like always.

pairings: fem!reader X bale!Bruce Wayne.

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Don't even talk to you about stress. Stress is a daily part in your life. Driving to work every morning? Stress. Walking into your office? Stress. Meetings? Stress. Files and paperwork? Stress. Stress. Stress. Surprisingly enough you don't have gray hair yet. Today was one of the biggest press meetings you have had In your career so far and rumour has it that Mr. Prince of the city, Bruce Wayne will be there watching you and my god did he get on your nerves. His whole 'I'm better than you' 'I'm richer than you so I can do what I want' attitude got to you. But, today you weren't going to let him distract you because today is your day and you will ace this. Today you were being asked to give a speech about your thoughts on the masked vigilante running the streets outside the law. To be completely honest, you didn't mind this 'batman' guy at all. He did the cops job so you didn't know why they were complaining. But maybe if you sat down and thought about it for a little bit you would find some cons regarding the man in the mask. You were expected to do something in order to make the vigilante stop what they were doing, but in all honesty, you didn't want to. But, boy did you have a speech lined up.

Camera flashes blinked into your eyes making the large attentive crowd harder to see, which wasn't completely a bad thing. The cameras for the news and for the newspaper were lined up at the front, the sides and the back of the room, all facing right at you. You clear your throat quietly before drawing in a breath and starting to talk.

"good evening, ladies and gentlemen of Gotham. Today, as you know I have been asked to talk about a long list of topics that I physically could not fit into a time space this short. So, I will be focusing in on the main point that you all are eagerly waiting to hear about which is the masked vigilante running the streets." you lay out your flashcards incase your debate goes backwards.

"As you know a man in a mask has been fighting crime for the past several months in Gotham, and doing the cops job for them which you would think Is a good thing for them so they could sit back and eat more doughnuts" you joke and thankfully you get a few snickers out of people. It would be beyond words embarrassing if you didn't.

"But. There are much more disadvantages to this crime fighting being than advantages. Wheather or not I agree with these arguments doesn't matter today because I am here to do what's right and seize the Batman's actions. Nobody should be allowed to act outside of the law, no matter how cool the costume." you weren't expecting a laugh from anyone at that moment but there was one particular one that caught everyone's ear in the silence of the room. Bruce mother fucking Wayne. You take a deep breath calming yourself for the next while not allowing yourself to get agitated by him.

You continue with your arguments getting the odd dirty look from Bruce and some reporters. How did you come to hate Bruce Wayne so much you ask? Well he basically just thinks he is better than you in ever single way just because he is wealthier than you, and of course because he is a man after all and men get the upper hand in society. Men always have. You're a successful women? Oh, who did you sleep with to get here? You're a woman and have an opinion? oh, lord no. that can't happen. Had a dating life? no.no.no. you can't play around before finding the one to commit to. Unless you were a man of course. Being a powerful women leader without getting hate, just isn't on the cards for us. And the list goes on and on and on. This was the last thing on your mind right now but some how it happened to up it's way into the discussion today. And boy did you go off on everyone. It may have been a little bit embarrassing but so what? You were standing up for every single women, not just in Gotham, but around the whole world.

"In this particular photograph here, we can see the batman phy-" you get cut off by a loud, obnoxious laugh that could only belong to Bruce.

"Are you finished Mr. Wayne? I have a presentation to present" you say turning 90° to the crowd.

"Yes. I am. Sorry about that" he replies re-gathering himself again.

"Good. Now If I could draw your attention to this pie-" you are cut off again by the exact same noise.

"Bruce, would you like to share whatever it is you are finding so amusing with everyone else? I'm sure they would love to hear." you say enraged at his behaviour

"No, it's just- well The batman is in fact outside of the law. I agree with you on that one. But he's not all bad. You are making him out to be a bad guy when he's really just trying to help the city." he says stuttering his words out of humour whilst getting up out of his seat and walking up to you.

"And what about that is so funny to you?" you reply full of anger

"Just the fact that you had to go against your beliefs regarding the batman to even be here today"

"Every meeting I have been at that you were there, you just slept the whole time. Why don't you do us all a favour and doze off for the duration of this." The amount of 'boo''s and negative mumbles you got from that were really destructive actually.

Bruce puts on a fake sarcastic pained face whilst mouthing 'ouch' to you before perking an eyebrow upwards. He could see the anger bubbling deep inside and that acted as fuel for him to keep going.

"That's not very mature of you Ms. Y/L/N" which earns a bunch of light giggles from the crowd.

you place your palm flat on the surface of the podium holding yourself upright as you push away the microphone for a moment trying to sus out what He's playing at here.

"What the fuck are you getting at here, Bruce? You're making me look bad." you whisper angrily at him

He cocks his head to the side resting his elbow Infront of your palm leaning at an angle becoming your height. he gasps lightly before saying sarcastically "language!.....And I'm not trying to make you look bad" he says lying. His face shows it all and be made sure you could see it.

"Then why are you up here?! I have thirty minutes left of this shit and you're wasting my time, Wayne" you rant.

"wow I gotta find something to argue about for thirty minutes....I'm sure it won't be hard with you"

"It is taking every bone in my body to not punch you across that smug face of yours"

"I'm gonna change the topic of discussion. Is that ok? yes?! thank you, you're a star, Babe" he says winking whilst walking away before letting you give him an answer.

"Ms. district attorney. Recent sources have confirmed that you are not in a relationship your ex boyfriend anymore. I came here today to ask you, How has your career changed since? Have you been making less money now that you're a one person package again? hmm?"

here we go.

"That's it. Bruce I'm going to ask you this one more time. What. Are. You. Doing. Here. I have a presentation to finish and you are not helping in any way, shape or form. So, unless you are going to help me get this vigilante off the streets and not ask me about my personal life that you are not a part of, then I suggest you go back to your seat. How does that sound?"

"It doesn't tickle my fancy. I'm sure everyone else wants to know though? right?! How hard had the breakup hit you? In here if you need to talk about it-"

That was the final straw. After this slipped past Bruce's lips you turned around to face him, who was standing a good bit away from you - which is probably safer for him- and let go of your anger cutting him off.

"Bruce, Bruce, Bruce. May I ask. What's it like to brag about ranking in dollars and getting all the girls that are models? It being socially acceptable to make women look bad for the things that you are doing that get praise. How does it feel, Mr. Wayne" you start. slowly stepping away from your previous spot. He gets visibly angry by this. The hypocrite.

"Wait. It's all good if you're bad at your job and even more ok if you're mad right now. Because You are a wealthy, powerful MAN that can do whatever he wants whenever he wants. right? But imagine this..."

You turn around to the crowd and return to your spot at the podium before getting into character and saying.

"But. If I was out flashing my dollars, I'd be a bitch, not a baller." There is uproar. People standing up and shouting over you because you cursed on TV.

"They'd paint me out to be bad. so it's ok that I'm mad!" you exclaim the last line louder than the rest because of your anger and also because if the overlapping chatter and angry sentences coming from everyone. you hit your first off the surface below you in anger which seems to silence everyone.

"I am so sick of working as hard as I can and getting no credit for it. I'm wondering if I would get there quicker if I was a man. If Bruce- Mr. Wayne, exuse me.. and I swapped positions would there be as much chaos in the crowd as there is now? Ok so If Bruce was trying to get the batman of the streets and I was rudely interrupting him by obnoxiously laughing and causing a scene. Would there be any hesitation in shooing me off the stage? No....see. I'm not getting fully into this today but For those of you who don't know, women are treated like shit compared to men when it comes to power. Men have the upper hand and have it easier than women and still think it's ok to treat us unfairly.....Thank you everyone for your time." you finish gathering your cards and walking off stage, the crowd livening up again with questions for you. But you ignore them.

Soon after you get off stage and sit down in your office chair, you begin to massage your temples kneading away the anger that built up that you didn't let out. You hear a knock on the doorframe and look up to see a man in a black tux with a white shirt not standing straight leaning up at an angle against the wooden frame. He's standing with a sincere sorry face painted on.

"I can't get a moment's peace" you mumble slightly seeing that it's Bruce.

"Yes. Mr Wayne. How can I help you" you say with an urgent annoyed tone

"Believe it or not I came to say I'm sorry." he says softly sounding genuine

"apology accepted. now get out I have to find a new job" you reply sarcastically

"you're not going to get demoted. I am going to get...alot...of hate for what I started. I didn't know it ever annoyed you, I was just....god this is going to sound so weird and I'm going to sound like a lying dick. But, I just wanted to get your attention. I thought it was the only way to have a relationship with you and I was willing to have one where you hated me over nothing at all. I see that was wrong and you didn't like it and I'm really truly sorry. I'm not expecting you to say anything back but I just owed you an explanation as to why I was acting the way I was all these years." he talks on and on

to say you were shocked was an understatement. You had no words, there was nothing flowing through your head at all. In all honesty Bruce was an insanely attractive man but all this time you thought he was an ass so you never had any desire to have a romantic relationship with him. After hearing this there was part of you that wanted to just run up to him and kiss him, but the sane part of you knew that that would be the wrong thing to do. Apparently you're insane. After a second of looking at him deep in thought you get up our of your chair walking towards him with butterflies in your stomach, he straightens himself curious as to what you're doing until his questions are diminished when you smash your lips to his in complete euphoria and impulse. He kisses back and you can feel his smirk against your mouth. His left hand firmly draws the back of your waist towards his, your fingers thread through his hair tugging at it while his other hand slips under your arm and keeps a firm grip on your upper back toying with the neck's seam of your shirt. Eventually you pull away and draw in a quiet breath while he composes himself.

"That was the last thing I thought you would do, Mrs." he says sleepy-eyed into yours, seductively.

"well, was it a good surprise?" you retort in the same tone

"why don't I show you what I thought of it?" and you felt the impact of that line immediately in-between your legs, before you had one of the best times of your life which you or Bruce would never ever forget.

#dc #batman #christian bale #bruce wayne #enemies to lovers #taylor swift #the man taylor swift #christian bale x reader #bruce wayne x reader #deadricslover

[luc3]

(ce serait trop long à expliquer.)

Je n'arrive plus à écrire. Il faut que j'écrive.(Encore l'injonction. Tout n'est qu'injonction.) Je n'ai plus que les envolées lyriques de l'insomniaque, quand l'inspiration te saisit, comme un envol puis te laisse exsangue, tu n'as rien pu noter, c'était vraiment beau. Tu n'as rien pu noter.

C'était le jour où elle avait assigné sa pseudo autorité devant le petit Ruisseau, une plume comme messagère, un petit brin d'oseille et de roseau. Le serpent regimba, piaffa, mais ne rua pas. Mais Il ne fut pas content non plus. Les chants d'oiseaux s'en donnaient à cœur joie, comme pour la moquer. Comme pour la désigner. Elle convint alors d'une Promesse, et on sait qu'il ne faut jamais faire de promesse en l'air avec les serpents-les typhons, les êtres de l'autre côté du voile et leurs alliés. Ce texte est sûrement pour ne pas oublier.

Oui. Je voudrais tant arriver à consigner. Tellement de noms, de gens, de choses, de lieux, de sourires, de peurs. À noter.

One for beginning.Two means exchanges.. Three shows things growing...Four does not change. Le changement s'étire à perte de vue comme un champ vide, un champ fauché, un champ même pas une chanson, une vitre même pas en verre, quelque chose de stérile et triste.

J'ai besoin d'écrire. J'étouffe. Écrire. J'étouffe. Il y a un œil et ses milles manières. Il y a tout à l'heure cette minuscule fleur. Il y a le Père qui n'a dit qu'une seule parole : son Fils. Et le Silence éternel en est l'écho. Il y a l'amour qui me broie, qui me ploie. L'amour qui ronge tout et ne résout rien.

L'impuissance de celle qui veut agripper. L'impuissance des tout petits.

Mais Il est allé nu-pieds et nu-tête, seul et en haillons, flanqué de son armée de pauvres, il a dansé sous le soleil qui nait de la ténèbre et se donne à tous, sans distinction. Il a crié au Désert, il a communié en Nature. Il a consolé et il a puni.

Comme Vous.

Et tout à l'heure cette araignée minuscule et noire dans l'oratoire si blanc. D'un blanc de coton, un blanc de nuages, d'un silence comme les vagues. Si poignant, si tendu, qu'il en vibre.

Et puis, les gens moi, ne sont bons qu'à être soignés ! La maladie seule est capable de te rendre la dignité que tu t'es aliéné, oh monstre capitaliste.

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(English below)

I can no longer write. I have to write. (Again the injunction. Everything is only injunction.) I only have the lyrical flights of the insomniac, when inspiration seizes you, like a flight then leaves you bloodless , you couldn't notice anything, it was really beautiful. You couldn't write anything down.

It was the day when she had assigned her pseudo authority before the little Stream, a feather as a messenger, a little sprig of sorrel and reed. The snake kicked, pawed, but did not really kick. But He wasn't happy either. The songs of birds gave themselves up to their heart's content, as if to make fun of her, as if to name her. She then agreed to a Promise, and we know never to make empty promises with serpents-typhoons, beings on the other side of the veil and their allies. This text is surely not to forgot.

Yes. I would so much like to be able to consign. So many names, people, things, places, smiles, fears.

One for beginning. Two means exchanges.. Three shows things growing…Four does not change. Change stretches as far as the eye can see like an empty field, a mown field, a field not even a song, a window not even made of glass, something sterile and sad.

I need to write. I choke. To write. I choke. There is an eye and its thousand ways. There is this tiny flower just now. There is the Father who spoke only one word : his Son. And the eternal Silence is its echo. There is love that crushes me, that bends me. The love that eats away at everything and solves nothing.

The helplessness of the one who wants to cling. The helplessness of the little ones.

But, He went barefoot and bareheaded, alone and in rags, flanked by his army of the poor, he danced under the sun which is born from darkness and gives itself to all, without distinction. He cried out in the Desert, He communed in Nature. He consoled and he punished.

Like you.

And just now that tiny, black spider in the so white oratory. White cotton, white clouds, a silence like the waves. So poignant, so tense, it vibrates.

Besides, people myself, are only good for being cared for! Illness alone is capable of restoring to you the dignity that you have alienated from yourself, oh capitalist monster.

#diary #my pics

[the-racer]

14, 15, and 16 for the fandom ask thing :)

ASKS OMG <333

14. redfinch or sprace for sure!! they're very much comfort ships for me

15. albert. i want to eat him... OR kid blink from 92sies is great too and i love his eye patch

16. i have no clue. um. its not really like a canon detail or something but if you watch tommy boy singing, specifically during seize the day, the lyrics "like it or not we're drawing near" he sings out of the side of his mouth kinda and its so weird and i find it really cool!!

thank you so much for the asks RAAHAHHAHH

#mars gets asks!!

[nirikeehan]

wip wheneverrr

I wasn't sure I'd have anything to share this week, because I've been hiding away in the woods on vacation, but @theluckywizard tagged me. I've been reading Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel, which is lyrical af, which made me want to write more Kingdom Come. So here is a little start of the next chapter.

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He kisses her on the temple and eases her out the door. He would take the day off, but he’s expected at company headquarters; there’s always one minor crisis or another the subordinates aren’t equipped to handle. Thom urges her to explore Markham, get a feel for the place proper. In a few days he’ll have the time to show her around himself. 

Thalia stands on the front stoop, belly full of the breakfast he made her, feeling untethered. The rain has evaporated, replaced by brilliant azure sky and the barest hint of autumn chill. The cobblestones and stucco walls practically glow in the sun. Exposed, her face warms like a blush. She starts down the street, boots clicking on the paving stones.

She admits roaming the city for the day is a good idea. She needs to put space between them, lest his magnetism cloud her thinking. She still feels off-kilter from the rapid turn of events, wonders what exactly she agreed to in the bath this morning. Can she really stay here, as his — what’s the term? Mistress? Mortification seizes her. Paramour? Barely better. Lover? 

She cringes, narrowly sidestepping a noble in grey velvet who heads toward a golden-domed, marble columned building — the magistrate court. She heard the bells ringing at breakfast, signifying the start of autumn session. Thom told her, full of pride, how close his townhouse is to the beating heart of Markham’s legislature. 

The nobleman gives her a dirty look, and Thalia hides behind her hair, a thing one can do when it’s short and loose. He doesn’t recognize her, though there are plenty who might. She’s not the Inquisitor anymore, but her movements are still commented upon in the broadsheets; Leliana and Josephine both send her snippets from Orlais and Antiva when the gossip is especially salacious and outrageously wrong. They stopped when Cullen died, for which she is grateful. She has no desire to know what the rabble thought of that. Or what they’ll think, when they find out she’s sought out, for comfort, the war criminal she helped slip the noose. 

No one has to know, she reminds herself. Thom’s voice, in her head, assuring her.

Markham is a city of stone and plaster, of buildings built on top of streets and streets on top of buildings. Unlike Ostwick, which stands upon the sea and teems with gardens and canals, the Markham flora is far more deliberate. She spots a tree planted here on a walkway, another there, encircled by fences and dropping their scarlet leaves in lazy intervals. The wynds twist, turn, grow narrow and widen again on a whim. Thalia recalls the street that took her to the inn; the boulevard runs into the university, which was a place Thom suggested she visit while sopping up egg yolk with a piece of bread. His other hand strayed to hers, his thumb massaging a pale knuckle. It’s got a spectacular library, he said, almost sly. He knows books hook her like a fish.

She recalls the book he was reading in bed last night, before they made love. In her haste she forgot to see what it was, and when she woke in his bed with reams of sunlight across her bare back, it had vanished. She has no idea what he might like to read. It troubles her. How can he seem so mysterious to her still, after all these years?

She crosses the street, keeps walking past the university entrance. Some things she can resist.

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Tagging, if interested:

@oxygenforthewicked | @highwayphantoms | @monocytogenes | @inquisimer | @bluewren | @exalted-dawn-drabbles | @little--abyss | @zenstrike | @melisusthewee

#wip wednesday #wip whenever #blackwall x trevelyan #thalia trevelyan #blackwall #thom rainier #kingdom come au

[baby-iloveyou]

< Masterlist >

. . . genre S smut SUG suggestive FL fluff A angst . . . reader GN genderneutral F afab M amab

Pentagon

. . . jo jinho

[S][F] Busted. - Jinho has always claimed he doesn’t like oral. But seeing you taste your own cum makes it difficult for him to keep disliking it.

. . . yang hongseok

[S,FL][F] just me and you - Whenever you and your best friend want to have a sleepover, it would always be at your place, since his place was small and would be uncomfortable for two people to stay at. He recently moved however, and to celebrate that, you are staying over at his place for the first time. But you didn’t expect it to be THAT different.

. . . yeo changgu

[FL][GN] A cover model, only for your eyes to see - Your relationship with Changgu has been nothing but lovey dovey so far, and when Changgu asks you to visit him at his Men’s Health photoshoot, you can’t say no. But this would mean you would see him shirtless for the first time, and you didn’t expect the view to affect you that much. [SUG] PART 1 [S] PART 2

. . . kang hyunggu

[S][GN] A private afterparty - Kang Hyunggu was one of the members of your project group, and he’s also one of the most loved people in your year. You’re good friends with him, and after this party you decide to hang out just a bit longer. It just isn’t a very common way of hanging out when you’re friends…

Tomorrow X Together

. . . choi yeonjun

[S,SUG][GN] Carpe Diem - Seize the day, why not have some fun with each other?

[SUG][GN] thought #1- bf!yeonjun is proud of you for passing your course, and thinks you deserve a reward

[SUG, S?][GN] thought #2 - teasing yeonjun is fun until he punishes you for it (or is that part of the fun?)

. . . choi beomgyu

[SUG][GN] Lyric prank - Beomgyu was feeling nostalgic and watched some old YouTube videos, revisited some old trends. One of them was the ‘lyric pranks’, which were a huge thing, and a joke he used to pull quite often on his friends. But since he’s now in a relationship, he knows exactly on who to pull the prank. And he knows exactly which song.

. . . kang taehyun

[S][F] goodnight, you're so tight sleep tight - after a long day, all you just wanted was to snuggle up with your boyfriend in bed and drift to sleep. he wanted something else.

Stray Kids

. . . bang chan

[S][GN] A picture for a picture - Chan is on tour with the rest of the group, and you as his significant other obviously miss him a lot. And he misses you too. He just misses you a bit more today than other days…

. . . lee minho

[S][GN] thought #1 - pathetic minho, and that on christmas…

. . . han jisung

[F][GN] i like the view right now - Late night talks made you discover that you both love stars. And Jisung knows the perfect place in his hometown to go stargazing.

. . . lee felix

[A][GN] Deep End - Sometimes, one fight can break a person entirely. And unfortunately, this was the case in your relationship.

SEVENTEEN

. . . choi seungcheol

[S][GN] thought #1 - texting one of your friends while seungcheol fucks you

. . . boo seungkwan

[SUG, S?][GN] thought #1 - just seungkwan pinning you up against a wall, choking you, and calling you his slutty toy

[S][F] you could be a hand model - sometimes you need a break from studying. and sometimes you suddenly notice that seungkwan has very nice hands. and sometimes you really want those hands to touch you.

A.C.E

. . . group

[F][GN] A.C.E comforting you when you’re afraid of failing your exams

Other groups/idols

. . . BTOB lee minhyuk

[S][GN] Whiskey - You’ve been single for a while and were looking for a casual hookup. And let there be one guy who wants to order whiskey for you.

#baby-iloveyou masterlist #pentagon #ptg #txt #tomorrow x together #stray kids #skz #seventeen #svt #a.c.e #ace #btob

[drew-mga2022mi6021]

Conceptualisation | Solarpunk II

Thus, the insinuated foreshadowing from the first Solarpunk post comes to fruition. Whilst thinking of how to evolve the story that I wanted to tell, who my audience is and how I can better utilise the world, I came upon this.

That is what I would like to say, but truly, we begin with a song.

After my first class for the year, I was exploring ideas on the ground floor with my partner and a few friends. I tend to enjoy brainstorming while listening to music, so I was doing that whilst watching other student films from CalArts and GOBELINS to see if I could glean some inspiration from any of it. Last Summer, in particular, was a point of realisation for me as it conveyed essentially the same message that I was trying to tell with my initial film. My partner and I joked that instead of a film about people leaving, I could make one about people reuniting. As I was thinking, the next song on my playlist started; Optical Illusion by The Soul Sri Lanka. It was interesting, because while I resonated with the lyrics, I felt powerful emotions through the chords and instrumentation as well, that seemed to tell a different story. (Worry not, this is still an explanation of the mind map above)

Acrylic Painting of a Sunrise - Jed Dorsy

We live in a world where people are hyper focused on school, university, work, all for what? We work so that we don't have to work after a certain point. We, as Sri Lankans and even as people, get so caught up in our responsibilities that we end up existing to work. We forget to live. When was the last time that we stopped to look at the little things? To "Catch the Sunrise" so to speak?

And so this is a long winded segue into what I truly want to say with my student film. This boils down to two things. I came upon this phrase as randomly as I wrote it down on my mindmap, it simply spilled out of my mouth; "Catch the Sunrise." What does that really mean? Upon my own analysis, to catch the sunrise is to seize the day; carpe diem. I believe that is to take control of ones life into their own hands. To catch the sunrise is simply to do something just because you can, because you want to, to feel alive. To see something beautiful and clear your mind. In today's society, are we too busy to catch the sunrise?

Maybe to catch the sunrise is to notice the small things about other people, how do we live? How do they live? These are some of the thoughts I explored through this phrase, which ultimately circled back to society being too fixated on a given thing, that they miss the chance to see something as simple as the sunrise. To see other people's lives. The world, very simply, does not revolve around one person.

This returns to the ideas of simply doing something just because and taking control of one's own life, and it begs the question; what does it take to embrace life and inspire that change in us. I believe that it is art and love; friendships, relationships and family. On the topic of the latter, what is family if not a community? The idea of the Found Family trope that garnered much success in the realm of fanfiction is finding a community that accepts you; a found family.

Community inspires art, one cannot make art alone with no inspirations, and so we look to the former of the two things I believe it takes to change one's life. Art does not have to be visual, it could be audio as well. This is not a foreign concept, however a more overlooked idea is that art can be tactile as well. Art could be hands on and interactive. It could be gustatory as well, a smell that takes us back to our childhood. The common thread between all art is that it takes two hands to clap; the artist and the audience. The art is nothing without the audience and vice versa, in order for art to succeed, one needs community. Additionally, observant readers will recall that community is one of the two core principles of Solarpunk that I extracted in the first post on this topic.

Why Solarpunk, then? Does this story absolutely need to be told in a Solarpunk setting? No. However, a story like this is best told through the lens of a Solarpunk world. Why? I have discussed what I think makes up the core of Solarpunk when stripped down to its bare essentials, so now the matter becomes a question of what Solarpunk represents. At its core, this idea is a utopian future, one where the horrors of global warming are not a concern, because humans have taken to using clean energy and living simple lives in harmony with nature. The name Solarpunk itself comes from the idea of solar power as a renewable energy source.

Dear Alice - The LINE Animation

There are a few other words that I wrote down in the heat of my brain storm, attempting to look at what Solarpunk means for Sri Lanka (bottom middle of mind map). These are simply rough thoughts, but I think they are worth mentioning here in case I develop on them in the future. The two easiest to decipher are Solarpunk being representations of hope and community. The last two came to me quite literally in a vision; Solarpunk is local and Solarpunk is personal. What do these mean? The former falls more in line with the interpretation of the world I want to create for this story, fusing local culture, arts and ideas with this notion of a clean society. The latter, I believe, aligns with the core goals of this movement mentioned throughout this post and the first one I made on this topic. I plan on conducting further research into this as time goes on for my dissertation.

This ideal world that has slowed down and enjoys life despite work may sound familiar; it is the same message that I want to impress upon audiences through my film. This is where I came up with the story. I found it fitting that the story should come from a random phrase that I wrote down in a mind map. This idea proposes a film about someone racing to see the sunrise. On their journey, they would race through the city on their bike (or futuristic solar powered tuk-tuk) and see the city for what it is, from how the rich live, to how the poor live up until they finally reach the sunrise. As I have said in other posts, ultimately I want to create a story that leaves viewers feeling at ease, warmed and hopeful for the future, and I believe that this is the message that the world needs.

The length of this project concerns me. If the story is to focus on the journey to see the sunrise, can I really depict all the facets of this concept that I want to with all the respect that they are due? To do this, another mind map will be necessary. That's right, you thought this was the end of it? Not by a long shot. The plan going forward is to hone in on any of these 5 concepts, start exploring, block out a story, start refining that story, create a script, thumbnails, a storyboard and animatic. This of course is not mentioning all of the development work for the style, world and characters themselves that need to be done!

[porcelain-yume]

CREAM SODA - THE MADNA (English Lyrics Translation 英訳)

Lyrics: Ryota; Music: THE MADNA

Precious feelings don't forget remember

Those teenage days bursting with blue

Precious feelings don't forget remember

That one found freedom

& in these hands spark future

The day it got me

I couldn’t take my eyes off that music show

My mundane, ordinary life was pierced by that rock ‘n’ roll

In the blink of an eye it had completely stolen all my heart

Up inside my head all day & night

All around the clock

Fly Fly Fly

Release & spark future

Full of Excitement Ecstasy

Enjoy your life at will

Free to do whatever you want

Ego in full swing

With crazy unstoppable passion

Just go your own way

With your head held high without a care

Just as you are

Just the way things are

u&me on this small planet Earth

out in this big wide world

Proving what it means to be alive

Hey Ladies

Fall in love with all your heart and soul

You only get one chance to live

So take a shot and go for broke

If you ignite the flames of those youthful initial impulses once more

Call it charisma?

Screaming! Shouting!

Tonight the party never ends

Jump around! Jump around!

And put tomorrow aside for a while

Go get it & spark future

Getting hyped up

Got all dressed up

Popped out for the weekend

The good old streets were packed so full of dreams

Trends and cultures move along with the times

Everything has changed

Everything we can see with our eyes

But I’ll always hold this special feeling deep inside

Just like before

Unchanged in my heart for the rest of my life

Once again I wanna feel that time

I wanna feel those days one more time

Rubber soles, bondage pants with studded belts, tartan checks

Lolita, decora and gothic, cyber, punk

You say it’s not in fashion now?

That it’s outdated? Behind the times?

Well I wanna be someone who’s not afraid to say

That I like what I like

Precious feelings don't forget remember

Those teenage days bursting with blue

Precious feelings don't forget remember

That one found freedom

Seize it & spark future

Full of Excitement Ecstasy

Enjoy your life at will

Free to do whatever you want

Ego in full swing

With crazy unstoppable passion

Just go your own way

With your head held high without a care

Just as you are

Just the way things are

u&me on this small planet Earth

out in this big wide world

Proving what it means to be alive yeah

Notes, Japanese, Romaji & Spotify Track:

Notes:

CREAM SODA: as mentioned in various interviews, this is a song which is all about nostalgia, old school Harajuku culture and embracing the things that are special to us. Takashi wrote the music filling the song with the kind of music which saved his life back in the days. In addition, not only was CREAM SODA a Harajuku fashion brand representative of 80s rock culture, but Ryota also talks about how even as an adult, the drink cream soda is seen as something special or like a dream drink. He mentions how if you go to a café, you sometimes find yourself hesitating and wondering if it's actually okay to order it or not. This got him thinking about how it's nice that certain things can remain special to us no matter how much time goes by. So when he asked himself what was special to him, Harajuku came to mind. Although the culture has changed and it's become a place he can pretty much go to whenever he wants without a second thought, he really loved the atmosphere of those days.

Ryota coined the term “spark future” ⚡️

青くハジけたteenage days: The color blue and the kanji 青 (blue) is often associated with youth, adolescence and immaturity. Fresh, bright, young and full of energy and inexperience.

肩で風を切って: it means to walk with an air of self confidence or to walk around with swagger. If you walk 'cutting the wind with your shoulders' then you are moving forward confidently without any hesitation or without anything holding you back. From what I was told it doesn't carry any negative connotations.

幼き初期衝動: I guess perhaps these youthful initial impulses are those intense feelings you get when you are young and inexperienced - the feelings you get when you experience things for the first time. Things like your first love or first concert.

Japanese & Romaji:

Precious feelings don't forget remember

青くハジけたteenage days

Precious feelings don't forget remember

たった1つ見つけたfreedom

この手にSpark future

Precious feelings don’t forget remember

Aoku hajiketa teenage days

Precious feelings don’t forget remember

Tatta hitotsu mitsuketa freedom

Kono te ni Spark future

食らったあの日、目が離せないMusic show

平凡で退屈な日々に突き刺されたRock 'n' Roll

あっという間に奪われちまったAll my heart

四六時中ずっと頭の中 Fly Fly Fly

解き放つSpark future

Kuratta ano hi, me ga hanasenai Music show

Heiban de taikutsu na hibi ni tsukisareta Rock ‘n’ Roll

Attoiuma ni ubawarechimatta All my heart

Shirokujichu zutto atama no naka fly fly fly

Tokihanatsu Spark future

ハイテンション　有頂天　テキトーに enjoy

好き勝手　エゴ全開　超無敵passion

High tension uchouten tekitou ni enjoy

Sukikatte ego zenkai choumuteki na passion

肩で風切って我が道すすめ

在りの侭、在るが儘に

小さなこの地球のu&me大きな世界で

生きてる証明を

Katade kaze kitte ware ga michi susume

Ari no mama aru ga mama ni

Chisana kono hoshi no u&me dekai sekai de

Ikiteru shoumei wo

全身全霊で恋せよ乙女

二度は無い人生　当たって砕けろ

幼き初期衝動にonce more 火をつけたら

カリスマなんてな？

Zenshinzenrei de koiseyo otome

Nido wa nai jinsei atattekudakero

Osanaki shoki shoudou ni once more hi wo tsuketara

Charisma nante na?

Screaming! Shouting!

今宵の宴は終わらねぇ

Jump around! Jump around!

一旦、明日は置いといて

食らわせろSpark future

Screaming! Shouting!

Koyoi no utage wa owarane

Jump around! Jump around!

Ittan ashita wa oitoite

Kurawasero Spark future

ドキドキ洒落込んで　飛び出したweekend

古き良きストリート　夢が詰まってたんだ

Dokidoki sharekonde tobidashita weekend

Furukiyoki street yume ga tsumattetanda

時代は流れ流行もカルチャーも

目で見えるものは変化しちゃったけど

ずっと心の中

昔も今も変わらない特別な想い抱いて

Jidai wa nagare ryuukou mo culture mo

Me de mieru mono wa kawacchatta kedo

Zutto kokoro no naka

Mukashi mo ima mo kawaranai tokubetsu na omoi daite 

もう一度、感じたいあの時代

ラバソ、ボンパンに鋲ベル、タータンチェック

ロリィタ、デコラにゴシック、サイバー、パンク

今じゃ流行んないって?

時代遅れだって?

好きなもんは好きって

言える自分でいたいんだ

Mou ichido kanjitai ano jidai

Rabaso bonpan ni byouberu tartan check

Lolita decora ni gothic cyber punk

Ima ja hayannaitte

Jidaiokure datte?

Suki na mon wa sukitte ieru jibun de itainda

Precious feelings don't forget remember

青くハジけたteenage days

Precious feelings don't forget remember

たった1つ見つけたfreedom

掴み取れSpark future

Precious feelings don’t forget remember

Aoku hajiketa teenage days

Precious feelings don’t forget remember

Tatta hitotsu mitsuketa freedom

Tsukamitore Spark future

ハイテンション　有頂天　テキトーにenjoy

好き勝手　エゴ全開　超無敵passion

High tension uchouten tekitou ni enjoy

Sukikatte ego zenkai choumuteki na passion

肩で風切って我が道すすめ

在りの侭、在るが儘に

小さなこの地球のu & me 大きな世界で

生きてる証明をyeah

Katade kaze kitte ware ga michi susume

Ari no mama aru ga mama ni

Chisana kono hoshi no u&me dekai sekai de

Ikiteru shoumei wo yeah

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