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septembersghost · 3 years

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Jess. I have an unhinged question for you to go with your other lists: Top 13 1D Traxx (for Dean)

you think this is unhinged? you imagine we live in a world where I am not deranged™ enough to have already contemplated this? oh, honey. I have. as with Taylor's and Sondheim's songs, for Dean in my head they obviously detach from the "original" meaning, so you can interpret any of this however you want to interpret it, they're an array of scenarios and moments in his life to me.

1. Ready to Run (the whole song. every line of the song.

There's a lightning in your eyes, I can't deny/Then there's me inside a sinking boat/Running out of time/Without you, I'll never make it out alive/But I know, yes I know, we'll be alright/There's a devil in your smile, it's chasing me/And every time I turn around, it's only gaining speed/There's a moment when you finally realize/There's no way you can change the rolling tide/But I know, yes I know that I'll be fine/This time I'm ready to run/Escape from the city and follow the sun/'Cause I wanna be yours, don't you wanna be mine?/I don't wanna get lost in the dark of the night/This time I'm ready to run/Wherever you are is the place I belong/'Cause I wanna be free, and I wanna be young/I will never look back, now I'm ready to run/There's a future in my life I can't foresee/Unless of course, I stay on course and keep you next to me/There will always be the kind that criticize/But I know, yes I know we'll be alright)

2. Through the Dark - (You tell me that you're hurt and you're in pain/And I can see your head is held in shame/But I just wanna see you smile again/See you smile again/But don't burn out/Even if you scream and shout/It'll come back to you/And I'll be here for you/Oh, I will carry you over/Fire and water for your love/And I will hold you closer/Hope your heart is strong enough/When the night is coming down on you/We will find a way/Through the dark)

3. Walking in the Wind - (okay, so...this song takes on a slightly different context now and makes me cry, but it was also, oddly or not, my #1 comfort song in November. it goes without saying, fuck the finale. this is just about letting them drive into the sunset, and it was actually after Inherit the Earth that its meaning in that sense struck my heart anyway.

A week ago you said to me, "Do you believe I'll never be too far?/If you're lost, just look for me, you'll find me in the region of the summer stars/The fact that we can sit right here and say goodbye means we've already won/A necessity for apologies between you and me/Baby, there is none."/We had some good times, didn't we?/We had some good tricks up our sleeve/Goodbyes are bittersweet/But it's not the end, I'll see your face again/You will find me/Yeah, you will find me/In places that we've never been/For reasons we don't understand/Walking in the wind)

4. Long Way Down - (We made a fire, went down in the flames/We sailed an ocean and drowned in the wave/Built a cathedral, but we never prayed/We had it all, yeah/And we walked away/Point of no return and now it's just too late to turn around/I try to forgive you but I struggle, 'cause I don't know how/We built it up so high and now I'm falling/It's a long way down)

5. Don't Forget Where You Belong - (Lights off when they should be on/Even stars in the skies look wrong/Short days, when the nights are long/When I think of the things I've done/Don't matter how far I've gone/I'm always free to run home/Don't forget where you belong)

6. Fireproof - (I think I'm gonna lose my mind/Something deep inside me, I can't give up/I think I'm gonna lose my mind/I roll and I roll 'til I'm out of luck/I'm feeling something deep inside/Hotter than a jet stream burning up/I got a feeling deep inside/It's taking, it's taking all I've got/'Cause nobody knows you, baby, the way I do/And nobody loves you, baby, the way I do/It's been so long, it's been so long, maybe we're fireproof)

7. If I Could Fly - (If I could fly/I'd be coming right back home to you/I think I might give up everything/Just ask me to/Pay attention, I hope that you listen/'Cause I let my guard down/Right now, I'm completely defenseless/For your eyes only, I show you my heart/For when you're lonely and forget who you are/I'm missing half of me when we're apart/Now you know me, for your eyes only/I've got scars/Even though they can't always be seen/And pain gets hard/But now you're here and I don't feel a thing/(chorus repeats)/I can feel your heart inside of mine/I've been going out of my mind/Know that I'm just wasting time, and I/Hope that you don't run from me)

8. Drag Me Down - (we're stretching boundaries here because this is about Dean, but it's not from his POV in my mind. not that any of these have to be, some are more descriptive of him and my emotions around him. <3

I've got fire for a heart, I'm not scared of the dark/You've never seen it look so easy/I got a river for a soul, and baby, you're a boat/Baby, you're my only reason/If I didn't have you, there would be nothing left/The shell of a man who could never be his best/If I didn't have you, I'd never see the sun/You taught me how to be someone, yeah/All my life, you stood by me/When no one else was ever behind me/All these lights, they can't blind me/With your love, nobody can drag me down)

9. You and I - (I know how it goes, I know how it goes from wrong and right/Silence and sound/Did they ever hold each other tight like us?/Did they ever fight like us?/You and I, we don't wanna be like them/We can make it 'til the end/Nothing can come between you and I/Not even the gods above/Can separate the two of us/No, nothing can come between you and I/I figured it out/Saw the mistakes of up and down/Meet in the middle/There's always room for common ground)

10. Infinity - ("everybody wants you, everybody wants you" is obviously about Dean himself, but emotionally a lot of it...feels very Dean.

It's like I'm frozen, but the world still turns/Stuck in motion, and the wheels keep spinning 'round/Moving in reverse with no way out/And now I'm one step closer to being/Two steps far from you/When everybody wants you/Everybody wants you/How many nights does it take to count the stars?/That's the time it would take to fix my heart/Oh, baby, I was there for you/All I ever wanted was the truth/How many nights have you wished someone would stay?/Lie awake only hoping they're okay/I never counted all of mine/If I tried, I know it would feel like infinity)

11. Spaces - (Who's gonna be the first one to start the fight?/Who's gonna be the first one to fall asleep at night?/Who's gonna be the last one to drive away?/Who's gonna be the last one to forget this place?/We keep taking turns, will we ever learn?/Oh, spaces between us keep getting deeper/It's harder to reach ya, even though I've tried/Spaces between us, hold all our secrets/Leaving us speechless and I don't know why/Who's gonna be the first to say goodbye?/Who's gonna be the first one to compromise?/Who's gonna be the first one to set it all on fire?)

12. Strong - (I'd do anything to save it/Why is it so hard to say it?/My heart, your heart, sit tight like bookends/Pages between us written with no end/So many words we're not saying/Don't wanna wait 'til it's gone/You make me strong/I'm sorry if I say, "I need you"/But I don't care, I'm not scared of love)

13. A.M. - (Feels like this could be forever tonight/Break these clocks, forget about time/There could be a World War 3 going on outside/You and me were raised in the same part of town/Got these scars on the same ground/Remember how we used to kick around just wasting time?/Won't you stay 'til the A.M.?/All my favorite conversations/Always made in the A.M./'Cause we don't know what we're saying/We're just swimming 'round in our glasses/And talking out of our asses/Like we're all gonna make it)

unofficial playlist members: shout out to Rock Me, which doesn't fit his story at all, I just like to imagine him enjoying it for the chorus and the double entendre. I want you to hit the pedal, heavy metal, show me you care, I want you to rock me...

Night Changes and Story of My Life also both have lovely driving lyrics, and driving lyrics always make me think of him, even if the song itself doesn't fit, and the latter also has one of my favorite lyrics of theirs generally.

Driving too fast, moon is breaking through her hair/She's heading for something that she won't forget/Having no regrets is all that she really wants/We're only getting older, baby/And I've been thinking about it lately/Does it ever drive you crazy/Just how fast the night changes?

And I'll be gone, gone tonight/The ground beneath my feet is open wide/The way that I've been holding on too tight/With nothing in between/The story of my life/I take her home/I drive all night/To keep her warm/And time is frozen...Written on these walls are the colors that I can't change/Leave my heart open/But it stays right here in its cage/I know that in the morning, now/I'll see us in the light upon the hill/Although I am broken, my heart is untamed still.

#anonymous #letterbox #dean feelings #*#in your car the radio up #one direction #yes i'm sticking it in my 1D tag i have no shame #long post #wait if we have swiftnatural sondheimnatural and fobnatural #what is this #1Dnatural #?#directionatural #??#1DDEAN #!!!

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crossdressingdeath · 3 years

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i'm so weirded out by JC stans who are obsessed with the 'promise' WWX made to JC. It's so messed up that WWX had to tell him he'd be his subordinate to placate him when he was throwing a temper tantrum. JC actually expected the person he was raised alongside (the person who JC stans insist he saw as a brother) to be his subordinate forever, like its not okay that JC sees WWX as inferior, that he will only be happy if he has power over him?? Genuinely creeps me the hell out.

Pretty sure MXTX didn't WANT us to sympathise with JC here either - like contrast it with how WWX treats WN - when WN kneels before him, WWX is like 'no, don't do that' and when he doesn't get up, WWX kneels as well, i love that scene SO much. And there's the fact that WWX sees WN as his own person, respects him, wants him to find his own path. Whereas JC only sees WWX as having any value when he is serving him/lotus pier. JC was so mad that he left, he tried to kill WN, the innocent teenager who he owed his life to!! JC thinks he owns WWX. And actually, he only starts to question that idea at the very end of the novel, when he discovers the GC transfer, because that means he can no longer insist that WWX owes him a debt. People interpret this to mean that JC was starting to realise he was wrong but i disagree! JC never questions his core belief that WWX is his inferior, and was obligated to serve lotus pier forever, he only lets go of the idea when he is forced to consider the debt paid. But if JC actually saw WWX as a brother, actually loved him and treated him as his own person, he would never have thought WWX was indebted to him in the first place.

(Also minor tangent when I first read MDZS I didn't love the whole ‘thank you’ and ‘sorry’ are unnecessary between wangxian thing bc no matter how much you love someone, you should still be grateful when they do things for you, and apologetic if you’ve done something to hurt them. But, I guess the point of that, metatextually, is that before LWJ, WWX literally didn’t have unconditional love from anyone. Any support he received from the Jiangs was conditional, and he was made to feel like he’d done something wrong just by having JYL and JFM care about him. MXTX is obviously saying something about love here, that idea that you are indebted to people who have supported or cared for you aint it.)

I know people are gonna say 'well historically it would have been acceptable to treat WWX like a servant' or whatever but that's not the point! MDZS leans pretty heavily into the idea that treating people as if they are inferior just because it's technically acceptable to do so isn't okay!! I mean, WWX literally treats the corpses he raises with more care and respect than JC ever treated him with.

To start with the easiest point, I’d say that the “Thank you and sorry are unnecessary between us” thing wasn’t necessarily entirely literal? Rather than “never say sorry or thank you ever” I got the impression it was more “Don’t apologise for things that aren’t your fault or aren’t actually a problem or say thank you for things that are the bare minimum requirement for a healthy relationship”. Basically, they’re still going to apologise for hurting each other and thank each other for making dinner and such (...well, WWX will thank LWJ for dinner, anyway), but it’s not going to be like. “Thank you for letting me live in your house”, y’know? It is about WWX finally having unconditional love, but I don’t think it’s supposed to be taken as never apologizing or thanking LWJ for anything like it’s his due; that’s the same problem, just from the other side.

But yeah, parts of the fandom really cling on to that promise. Like, I... seriously doubt we’re supposed to see a child having to swear to serve his “brother” indefinitely to keep said brother from throwing a temper tantrum and the brother expecting him to keep that promise even after betraying him and causing his death as cute? or a proper brotherly relationship? Even without taking into how WWX specifically said they’d be like two people who eventually parted on good terms because WWX’s father wanted to live his own life, so the promise wasn’t even for his whole life. Siblings don’t generally demand an oath of lifelong loyalty that is expected to be upheld even after multiple attempted murders, y’know! And you’re right, JC is angry to learn about the core transfer because it means he can no longer demand that WWX repay his “debts”. All the debts have been paid, JC can no longer demand service from WWX over them. JC is mad because WWX’s leash is gone. Honestly even the fact that a promise exists between them that involves WWX swearing to be JC’s subordinate while JC promised nothing in return makes their relationship kind of fucked up! Siblings do not, as a general rule, demand unflinching loyalty with nothing in return! Even the ones that don’t betray their siblings wouldn’t expect that! Basically... the fact that WWX had to all but sign his life away to JC for the foreseeable future to get JC to stop throwing a tantrum over something that was in no way WWX’s fault should be seen as a massive red flag for JC’s views on their relationship, not a sign that WWX “ruined” their relationship by deciding that on second thought he didn’t want to spend the rest of his life bound to the guy who tries to kill him more times than any other individual character in the entire story.

#mdzs #cql #grapehate #wei wuxian #grewlikefancyflowers #asks

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miracul0us-multishipper · 4 years

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You (Part 2)

Now you see me, now you don’t!

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Felix Graham De Vanily was, in his own humble opinion, special.

He was smart.

He was composed.

He knew exactly what to say and when, and he could make people see exactly what he wanted them to see.

He wasn’t his cousin, after all, almost identical looks aside. Adrien never knew when to speak up, or when it was better to stay quiet. Never knew how to hide his thoughts and keep his - utterly unrealistic, when it came to his father - hopes in check. And he might be smarter than Felix gave him credit for, but all that intelligence left him as soon as his friends were concerned.

That was what all his flaws boiled down to, really.

Adrien made the fatal, unforgiving mistake of caring too much. Always had.

(It was what Felix liked about him, deep down. Adrien was genuine, in everything he felt. Felix envied him for the ease with which he made friends.)

But.

Felix wasn’t like Adrien at all. He was too smart to care for people - his mother aside - any more than he had to. Mundane distractions. Friends, crushes - all things that would only deter him from his path in life: high above the crowd, always the center of attention, yet unreachable. Playing everyone, but gone before anybody noticed.

It was a glorious but lonely road. No, scratch that. It was a lonely but glorious road. Much better.

He didn’t need anything or anyone.

He was the sole and solemn genius of the family.

He was a magician, who didn’t need any fancy jewelry to work miracles - just the right distraction and disguise.

He was-

“Ow!”

Groaning Felix looked at the little bite marks on his finger.

“Were you even listening?! Or did you just wait for an opportunity to stab me in the back?”

The black and white bundle of fur and betrayal on his lap meowed and swiped at his hand, now out of reach.

“I knew you couldn’t be trusted.”, he grumbled and shoved the traitor off of his legs, but couldn’t help but smile when he smugly licked his nose - as if to say: I'd do it again. “I raised you too well. Now, where was I?”

He sighed.

“Ah, yes. I don’t care for anyone - please stop scratching that ear, honey, it’s not healed yet - because I'm just too smart for that. So it’s utterly impossible that I, Felix Graham de Vanily, am in love with Dupain-Cheng. Got it?”

His cat, the little bastard, answered by knocking his pencil box over and started to chew on a pen. Felix narrowed his eyes.

“Oh? You dare doubt my word?”

With quick fingers he stole his cat's spoils and placed it out of his reach.

“Quite bold for a creature without opposable thumbs, hm?”

Insulted, the poor, thumbless pet retreated to his laptop and laid down on the keyboard - causing the screensaver to give way to the last opened tab. Which was Marinette's Instagram page.

“Wah!”

Hurried to hide the proof of his interest - as if she might somehow appear in his room if he looked at her picture for too long - he shooed his pet away and closed the tab. Said pet meowed smugly and, upset about being chased away from two spots already, sat down on his pillow. Great.

“You did that on purpose!”, he accused his cat. “But that tab proves nothing. It was merely a passing interest in her admittedly wearable work. It has nothing to do with any confessions - faked confessions, or that she can apparently recognize me in disguise, or the very neutral fact that she is cute, by some people's - not my own! - standards.”

His cat blinked. And sneezed onto his pillow.

“Bless you. Now move, or I’ll use you instead of a bunny for that hat trick I’m working on.”

Sighing, Felix let himself fall backwards onto his bed, grabbing the fleeing cat and burying his face in the fluffy fur.

“Oh, to be a cat!”, he wailed into his involuntary comfort pillow. “With no troubles except how to best annoy his owner.”

The poor animal hissed and escaped his grasp, saving himself from the bitter fate of a comfort pillow.

“Run, you uncaring monster.”, Felix sighed, “Leave me to my worries. Which don’t include Marinette at all, by the way.”

He sat up and watched as the little traitor turned to sulk on his dresser.

“Stop looking at me like that. Even if I had a short bout of interest - possibly even infatuation! It’s already all but cured.”

He nodded to himself, ignoring that the disinterested cat had begun cleaning his leg instead of listening.

“School's closed, after all!”, he hummed, scrolling through the news on his phone. “And social contacts are to be reduced to the bare minimum. So I’m not going to see her again before this passing interest has... well, passed.”

As if in response to his words, his laptop started to ring and the monitor lit up with the picture of blue, blue eyes and a smile that could melt the stars off of the sky. Not that he paid attention to such things.

“Oh no, no, no!”, he panted as he fell out of his bed and stumbled towards the computer. “Incoming Skype call?! Oh, come on!”

The ringtone repeated itself and Felix jumped.

“What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?”

Panicking, he looked at his pet.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do?!”

The addressed party blinked. And went back to licking his nuts.

“Argh! I am surrounded by incompetence!”

Taking a deep breath, Felix straightened his vest and cravat - just because he was staying at home for the foreseeable future didn’t mean that he would dress any less professionally.

“Who needs your advice anyway. I can do this.”

He straightened his back and sat down on the chair in front of his desk.

“I am Felix Graham de Vanily, the best actor in all of France and the United Kingdom, not in love with Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and I can totally answer a Skype call.”

Before he could think again, he pressed the green button.

“Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng!”, he greeted overly enthusiastic. “We meet again.”

“If you can call it that.”, Marinette laughed with the voice of a goddamn angel. She was wearing a white, polka-dotted pajama top, was illuminated by early-noon sunlight falling through some sort of window in the ceiling, and her hair – was – down.

If this was some sort of cosmic test, it wasn’t fair.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your virtual company?”, he said quickly, trying not to think too much about how her hair looked even softer than the fur of a certain cat. Then, for good measure, he added: “Miss me already?”

Marinette disappeared for a moment, before returning with a sizable stack of papers.

“As much as I could do without my favorite pain in the neck, we have a school assignment to do. You know, since school is closed?”

She leaned in and he held his breath.

“Did you even notice? I haven’t seen you last Friday.”

What was he supposed to answer to that? Oh, I noticed alright! It kept me from embarrassing myself by avoiding you, because my brain got all mushy ever since you fake-confessed to me pretending to be my cousin?

Ha! Fat chance.

“Aw, worried for me?”, he improvised, as usual, by being sarcastic. “Let me soothe your concern for your favorite pain in the neck: I merely got tired of cosplaying Adrien. I'm a very busy man, you see?”

She rolled her eyes and somehow managed to make it look cute.

“Of course you are. Well, hopefully not too busy for a presentation on marine biology, due next week.”

He blinked.

“Excuse me?”

“You know, the one Adrien and I are supposed to do?”

Felix Had Questions. For example:

“How was I supposed to know that?”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t hack into Adriens E-mail account. I saw you present homework that you couldn’t have known about if Madame Mendeleiev hadn’t emailed you, as Adrien.”

She raised an eyebrow, in a way that could almost be described as playful.

“Plus, you seem the type to do that.”

He scoffed and crossed his arms, as if it would hide his racing heartbeat.

“First of all: No, I am not breaking into my cousins account. I may like to prank him - or rather everyone, really - but that goes a little far. Secondly, that Lila girl was only too eager to do homework with Adrien-Me, so I could keep up with every assignment once I could get her hands off of me.”

“I thought a magician never revealed his tricks?”

True. But he had wanted to see if she would get jealous. Which she didn’t. Which was expected and totally fine by him. He didn’t care anyways.

Lucky for him, Marinette wanted to tease him more than an answer.

“Well, I hope your work ethic is better when it comes to presentations. I'll send you the materials!”

A click later, his laptop alerted him of One New Email, containing no less than twenty-two pages of material. He raised his eyebrows.

“Not to crush your little illusion of me as a hard-working student, but that looks like awfully tedious work. What makes you think I would voluntarily do homework meant for Prince Charming?”

The sassy little smirk she'd shown him during their battles of wit last week returned.

“You mean, aside from the fact that, once school is open again and Adrien is back, your little trick with pretending to be him will be revealed? And that I’m your best chance not to be chased out of town by a very angry Chloé Bourgeois? Not to start with Alya, Rose and Juleka, who still haven’t forgiven you for that stunt you pulled the last time you were here.”

Sound argument, he had to give her that.

“Pah!”, he said, just for the sake of irritating her. “So what? It’s not like it was my idea to move to Paris anyway!”

That was at least partially true. His mother had insisted to come back to France, mostly because she wanted to keep an eye on Gabriel. But he hadn’t been against it either.

It wasn’t like he had friends in London anyway, and in Paris it at least didn’t get boring, with all these butterflies and superheroes. Plus, he wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he had missed Adrien. That boy could use a little family - once Felix was done pretending to be him.

Marinette hummed and tapped her chin impatiently.

“Well, then see it as the prize you promised me after our little insult-match at the Trocadero.”

“Wait, wait, wait!”, he held up his hands. “I already settled that score, didn’t I? You confessed to me, remember?”

“I practiced confessing to Adrien with you, you mean.”, she reminded him with a raised eyebrow – Ouch, by the way – before leaning back in her pink chair. “And that was because you talked me into it. I never told you what I wanted, did I?”

Well, fuck. Not that the prospect of working with Marinette was that unpleasant, but in his current state of emotional confusion, it would only be detrimental. He needed an out, an excuse!

“Why would you want to work with me anyways? I would have thought you'd jump at the chance to do something with Prince Adrien of Dreamland. Why settle for the pain in the neck?”

Marinette sighed.

“Adrien is still recovering from his flu, and given the current, ah, global situation, I thought it would be better to put his health first. Besides, you're my favorite pain in the neck.”

“I'm flattered, darling”, he said, trying not to sound like it was as true as it was, “but-“

“Oh my gosh!”, Marinette interrupted him with a shout, and suddenly her eyes dominated the entire screen, as if she were mere millimeters away from her own computer. “Felix! What is that?!”

“Huh?”, he made, eloquent as usual. He turned around, just in time to see his traitorous cat jump from the dresser right onto his lap. Apparently, now that Felix had someone else to talk to, the little bastard felt neglected.

“You mean him?”, he asked, turning back to the screen with the cat in his lap. An inhuman squeal came from the other side of the line and Marinette sacked back into her chair, which spun around its axis, like, three times in a single second.

“Felix Graham de Vanily!”, she said with all but glowing eyes. “Show – me – the cat!”

Since her voice made absolutely clear that it had been an order and Felix had always had a strong survival instinct, he obediently held up the little monster. Who let out a plaintive little “Mow”, but otherwise submitted to his fate.

“Oh my gosh!”, Marinette repeated, “He's adorable!”

“You think?”, Felix said dumbly, at a loss for how to react to this sudden change in situation.

“I do! I do! What's his name?”

“Uh...”, Felix thought, debating whether a lie would save his reputation. “Uhm...”

“Don’t tell me you named him Felix Junior!” She turned towards the cat in false exasperation. “Did he name you Felix Junior?!”

The cat that was most certainly not named Felix Junior meowed in his feline confusion.

“No, of course not!”, Felix snapped back, sinking into the chair as if it might have mercy and swallow him.

“Then what's his name? What, for God’s sake, is this pretty little kitty called?!”

What had his life turned into?

“'dini.”, he mumbled, hiding his face behind the cat.

“What? Speak louder!”, Marinette demanded, and so he accepted his fate.

“Houdini!”, he groaned in embarrassment. “I named him Houdini, alright? I was eleven!”

For a moment, the line went quiet. Then, inevitably, Marinette burst out in laughter.

“For real? I can’t believe it!”

Sulking, Felix turned away from the screen, but immediately Marinette stopped.

“No, no, no! Bring Houdini back! I love his name, okay? Give him back!”

“You're not telling anybody of him, got it?”, he hissed, cheeks as red as Ladybug's suit. Marinette snickered.

“Of course, I promise. Houdini will be our little secret, alright? Now bring him back!”

Satisfied, Felix turned the chair back towards the laptop and placed Houdini on the desk. The curious thing didn’t hesitate to lounge onto his keyboard and examined the camera, much to Marinette’s delight.

“Oh lord, he's so cute!”

Felix sighed and leaned back.

“Believe me, he knows.”

“He looks just like you!”

At that, Felix spluttered and jumped up again.

“W-w-what?!”

Internally already setting up the equation: “Marinette thinks Houdini is cute, and Marinette thinks Houdini looks like Felix, then Marinette thinks Felix is cute?” he was about two seconds from fainting.

“He's got a little tie, see?”, Marinette giggled on, ignorant of the thought-spiral she'd sent him into. “Just like you!”

Oh. She meant the patterns of his fur, which admittedly looked a little like he was wearing a tie. Of course.

“Who's the most adorable thing in Paris? You are!”, Marinette continued with her shameless adoration of that undeserving little brat, who currently Mow-ed happily at the screen. Pah!

“Just so you know, he bites people for fun.”, Felix badmouthed his own pet, absolutely not because he was jealous. “You can’t trust him. He'll act sweet, but as soon as you're not looking he's got your fingers between his sharp little fangs!”

“Eh, I can handle it.”, Marinette shrugged and immediately went back to admiring Houdini. “You're a good kitty, aren’t you? The best, the best! Yes, you are!”

“No, he's not!”, Felix insisted through clenched teeth. “He's moody and arrogant! Nobody likes him, that's why I took him in! He thinks it’s fun to hurt people, he holds grudges forever and he's incredibly annoying when he's bored!”

Wait, was he still talking about the cat?

“You just like him because he looks all cute and innocent, but if you knew him, you'd never even want to be in the same room as him.”

Marinette had gone quiet on the other side, and Houdini narrowed his eyes at him in betrayal. Then she shrugged.

“If you don’t want him anymore, I'll take him in.”

“What?!”

She would have to pry the little shit out of his cold, dead hands!

“Did you not listen to a word I said?” he asked, trying not to let on that he didn’t actually dislike Houdini.

Marinette smiled.

“Sure. But I still think he's a good kitty.”

“But why?”

She hummed, pushing her stack of papers aside so she could put her elbows on the desk. Resting her chin on her hand, she looked up in him.

“Most cats are. You just got to give them a chance to come out of their shell.”

“But... But he's mean!”

“Maybe he's just lonely. Maybe he needs some friends, and then he'll learn to be nicer. I can wait.”

He was not blushing!

“Why would you want to? There's lots of better cats, you could just pick one of them right away.”

“Yeah, well, I want Houdini. All cats deserve a chance. Even the meaner ones.”

She smiled down at the black and white loaf that purred on his keyboard.

“In my experience, peop- cats only show their best sides if you give them a chance to open up. If you're too quick to brush them aside as hopeless, or mean, you might miss out on the most wonderful personalities underneath. And I think Houdini is one of those.”

And then, because the universe just wanted to see him fall, she winked at him. Jesus Christ!

“Anyway, I'll give you some time to read through the material I sent you. Message me once you’re done, we've got a lot of work ahead. Bye!”

Before he could realize what she had said, the window blanked and closed on him. Disappointed that his fan had vanished, Houdini meowed and returned once again to Felix' lap.

“Bye.”, Felix stammered belatedly. What had just... How could she go around just saying things like that? And then hang up?!

“Ugh, Houdini!”, he lamented. “Look what I have become!”

Reduced to a beetred, stammering, weird-cat-metaphor-using fool!

The cat gave a smug “Mrow” and headbutted him in the chin, but Felix didn’t have it in him to complain.

“Fine,” he sighed in defeat, “you win. So what if I like her?”

Houdini purred.

“You do too, don’t you? Bet you'd bite her anyway.”

He purred on, unperturbed.

“Knew it.”

He sighed once again.

“She's right, though. You are a good kitty. Deep down.”

Houdini meowed and licked his finger, just where he'd bitten him earlier.

“Well, now you're just sucking up to me! Two-faced little demon. Mwah!”

He pressed a small kiss to the top of his furry head, then rolled the chair closer to the desk and opened his emails.

“Alright, then.”, he tried to motivate himself, “let's show Marinette what a good kitty- what a good person we are and do our homework.”

At that, Houdini promptly stood up and jumped onto the bed, leaving him alone with twenty-two pages of reading material.

“Bastard.”

- - -

Bonus:

Ladybug, crashing through Felix' window: Felix Graham de Vanily!

Felix: Ladybug?!

Ladybug: I have it on good authority that you own a good kitty! It is crucial for the safety of Paris that I pet him right this instant!

Felix, remembering her right hook: ... sure?

#miramu writes #felinette fluff #felinette #felix/marinette #canon!felix #marinette dupain cheng #felix graham de vanily #its corona time

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austennerdita2533 · 4 years

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I'm so happy that you love Folklore too! It's not just my favorite Taylor Swift album, but easily one of by favorite albums, full stop :) Here's a fun challenge: which Folklore songs remind you of a certain ship? So is there a Folklore song that makes you think of literati? Another one that makes you think of a Grey's ship? A third that makes you think of Elizabeth/Darcy? A fourth that reminds you of Klaroline and - I'll shut up, you get the idea :) Pick any Folklore songs/ships you want!

Taylor Swift’s latest album is a masterclass of musical poetry and storytelling. Rarely do I download every song a musician puts out on a new album (I tend to pick and choose), but I can genuinely say I never hit DOWNLOAD so fast in my life before than I did with Folklore! I love all sixteen tracks! I’ve been listening to them on a loop for two days straight and I imagine that’s likely to continue for the foreseeable future.

Also, YASSS! That is a fun challenge! It’s also one I can manage because I’ve been thinking about how certain songs/lyrics apply to many of my ships since I first started listening anyway. Prepare yourself. This is gonna be long. 😁

Okay SO, for Literati...

If I’m angling to lean into s3-s6 angst that was Rory and Jess at that point in the OG series, then I’d say the 1 is a good fit. That song has the same energy as someone who’s writing a goodbye letter to a loved one that will never be sent. It’s cleansing. Cathartic. An exorcism of feeling. It absolutely reeks of regret and longing with just a touch of look-back-over-your-shoulder-and-wish, just wish, that things could have been different:

“But we were something, don't you think so?”

“And if my wishes came true It would've been you“

“But it would've been fun If you would've been the one”

However, if I’m in more of a They’ll Come Back to Each Other mood with Literati then I think this is me trying screams Rory and Jess. That song emanates nostalgia! It’s haunting in tone (with the echoes, with some slight vibrato). The lyrics bleed with feeling, with emotion that should have rusted long ago but hasn’t. Love is still as red as it was at the beginning of everything only now...only now there’s realization and an attempt at atonement for past mistakes...

“I didn't know if you'd care if I came back I have a lot of regrets about that Pulled the car off the road to the lookout Could've followed my fears all the way down And maybe I don't quite know what to say But I'm here in your doorway“

It's hard to be anywhere these days When all I want is you You're a flashback in a film reel On the one screen in my town (the town, of course, made me think of Stars Hollow)

I just wanted you to know That this is me trying At least I'm trying

For Darcy and Elizabeth, I think seven works well for them in spots. If you listen to the song, there’s a little bit of an echoey timber to the way Taylor sings it and that gave me the sense of how classic love stories/literature kind of ripple across time, you know? How the pages may crinkle or yellow over the years, but they still leave their mark. Plus, there’s also the piano in the background. Almost feather light. It mixes with what sounds like violins in places. Idk, it has a slight P&P 2005 vibe about it to me:

“Please picture me in the weeds Before I learned civility” >> (Because did Darcy learn civility before or after Lizzie eviscerated him mid-proposal at Rosings? Did Lizzie learn to temper her prejudice before or after Lydia ran away with Wickham?)

“Passed down like folk songs Our love lasts so long“ >> (Elizabeth says herself she’s going to be happier than Jane because “[she] laughs; [her sister] only smiles.”)

I have a couple for Klaroline, too. hoax jumped out at me for them first because it’s layered with darkness and angst. The imagery pops. It’s all smoking guns and eclipsed suns and screaming on cliffsides; which, for a pair of supernaturals, and for an Original who has a history of leaving blood in his wake, I think some visuals of misery and violence are a fitting thing. I’m also obsessed with the piano in this. The way she strokes her fingers over the keys - quick tap, tap, taps then a slow one or two in places - gives you a sense of running. It’s a great parallel to her lyric about “sleepless nights.” Here are some other Klaroline-heavy lyrics in this song:

“You knew it still hurts underneath my scars From when they pulled me apart But what you did was just as dark Darling, this was just as hard As when they pulled me apart” >> (This whole section just booms with “I’ve shown kindness. Forgiveness. Pity. For you, Caroline It was all for you” energy.)

“Your faithless love's the only hoax I believe in Don't want no other shade of blue But you No other sadness in the world would do“

peace is the other song that had me crying in Klaroline. I like the softness of it, the vulnerability. I imagine it more from Klaus’s perspective, though, because it strikes me as more confessional in nature. Like it’s a revelation that’s being dragged across his teeth and he wants to scream. Almost as if these aren’t necessarily feelings he wants to share, or wants known, but there’s just no holding them back now. He’s thrown off the lid. Caroline needs to be able to walk toward him with her eyes wide open, so he only speaks truth, he only speaks honesty now. Similar to hoax, this song has darker imagery as well. There’s fire and fences and trenches and all that jazz:

“Your integrity makes me seem small You paint dreamscapes on the wall“ >> (Same energy as “you’re strong, beautiful, full of light.”)

“And you know that I'd Swing with you for the fences Sit with you in the trenches” >> (basically a promise that he’d fight FOR her and WITH her)

“But I'm a fire and I'll keep your brittle heart warm If your cascade ocean wave blues come All these people think love's for show But I would die for you in secret“ >> (THIS IS THE PART THAT HITS ME THE MOST BC so much of Klaus’s love is shown not spoken, so yeah, he dies for her in secret all. the. time. already. There are 5 other ways I could interpret that as well. But I will spare you haha)

“The devil's in the details

“Would it be enough If I could never give you peace?” >>With supernatural enemies everywhere, there won’t be much peace, will there?

I get walloped with Braime/Jaime and Brienne feels every time I listen to epiphany. Like, it’s actually rude how much this song makes me think of them. I can close my eyes and hear their swords clanging, taste the blood of their injuries on my tongue; feel the ash claw their throats, sting their eyes. Just--ah! The two of them serving, fighting back-to-back, two knights with an unspoken oath to protect a love they haven’t even voiced out loud yet...*cries*

“Only twenty minutes to sleep But you dream of some epiphany Just one single glimpse of relief To make some sense of what you've seen

“With you, I serve With you, I fall down Down Watch you breathin' Watch you breathin' out Out“

invisible strings makes me think of Shirbert/Anne and Gilbert. I love the pluck of guitar strings and how it has this air of innocence and sunshine and green grasses about it even though it’s being told/sung from a hilltop of experience. There’s so much imagery in this song, so much color and figurative language, that I can’t help but think it’s perfect for our imaginative dreamy-eyed girl and the boy who’s adored her since he first tugged her pigtails and called her Carrots in that schoolroom:

“Green was the color of the grass Where I used to read at Centennial Park >> (Can’t you just picture Anne lying in the grass, a book in her hand, flowers in her hair?) I used to think I would meet somebody there Teal was the color of your shirt When you were sixteen at the yogurt shop“

“Time, curious time Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs Were there clues I didn't see?“

“Wool to brave the seasons One single thread of gold Tied me to you“ >> (Love the warmth and vibrancy of this. The wool makes me think of Avonlea blanketed in snow; the gold has me drinking sunshine, smelling goldenrod in October)

“Time, wondrous time Gave me the blues and then purple-pink skies“

“And isn't it just so pretty to think All along there was some Invisible string Tying you to me?“ (Love the idea of the string representing their friendship, how it never snipped. How it only braided together, growing tauter, closer, all the time.)

august hits me with a waterfall of Darvey/Donna and Harvey feels. There’s a wistfulness about this song that settles in my gut, twisting it with longing, with musings of all those Almosts in relationships that were so close to coming to fruition then never did. It’s so incredibly reminiscent of how Donna and Harvey toe the lie between friends and almost lovers who-are-nearly-there-but-not-quite for 12 years. IT HURTS SO GOOD.

“Back when we were still changin' for the better >> (THIS IS SO EMOTIONALLY RESONANT IT HURTS) Wanting was enough For me, it was enough To live for the hope of it all Canceled plans just in case you'd call”

But I can see us lost in the memory August slipped away into a moment in time 'Cause it was never mine And I can see us twisted in bedsheets August sipped away like a bottle of wine 'Cause you were never mine >> (Obviously I’m swimming in the angst of this until my fingers get all pruny.)

Finally there’s mirrorball which is Jisbon/Jane and Lisbon all the way! It’s funny because when I first listened to Folkore I thought that’d be one of the last songs I’d pair with a ship?? YET HERE I AM. Jane was in the carnival circuit growing up and I cannot, for the life of me, stop attaching him to all the descriptions of the circus/revelry. So much of his schtick throughout the show comes down to trickery and observation, which he uses to size people up, and sarcasm, which he often employs as a defense mechanism to keep people at an emotional distance. I like the theme of this song for him and Lisbon. As the mirrorball, he’s shining his true self only for her. She’s the only person who sees his “shattered edges”; she’s not distracted by all his “glistening.” Here are my favorite lyrics that are applicable to them:

“I'm a mirrorball I'll show you every version of yourself tonight

“I can change everything about me to fit in You are not like the regulars The masquerade revelers Drunk as they watch my shattered edges glisten” >> (Okay, so this makes me think Jane’s on camera confession to Erica Flynn: “I’m looking for someone who…uh, someone I can trust. Someone strong. Someone at peace with themselves. Someone better than me. Someone who knows the…worst side of me and still loves me.")

“And they called off the circus, burned the disco down When they sent home the horses and the rodeo clowns I'm still on that tightrope I'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me”

“I'm still on that trapeze I'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me“

I will stop there because otherwise I could sit here analyzing songs and ships for the rest of my life, boring you to tears haha. Thanks for this, lovely! (And obviously I’d love to hear some of your song/ship matchups as well!) xx

#what-would-jane-austen-say #replies #the loveliest of lovely people #ashlee bree talks folklore and ships #i didn't do all 16 songs #but i covered a good number of them #from literati to darcy and elizabeth #from klaroline to jaime and brienne #from shirbert to darvey to jisbon #not bad for a day's worth of obsessive music analysis and listening i think!

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punkscowardschampions · 5 years

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Buster & Chloé

Buster: What is it, Chlo? Chloé: Oh sorry, Tori had my phone Chloé: but whilst I've got you here Chloé: we're at this really nice new restaurant we should come here Buster: You're not serious? Buster: And what the fuck was your friend calling me for? Hot goss? Chloé: Well, I don't know! Chloé: Too much champers Chloé: Anyway Chloé: you like French food, right? Buster: Fuck this Chloé: Excuse me Chloé: What happened to being nice? Buster: Being nice doesn't extend to going on a date with you, first of all Buster: Second of all, I thought you were dying or something Chloé: Why on earth would you think that 😂 Chloé: Lay off the coke babes, you're getting paranoid Buster: 'Cause why else would you be calling me? Buster: Jesus Chloé: I didn't Chloé: if you recall Chloé: Calm down, honestly Buster: Don't Buster: I'm not even close to in the right mood Chloé: Awh, what's up? Chloé: Are you bored? Buster: I don't owe you my life story Buster: Leave it Chloé: Good, not asking Chloé: snoozefest Chloé: Do they have any good places to go out there? Chloé: It's Tori's 18th soon and we don't know what to do Buster: Of course they do, it's Dublin not 90's Belfast Buster: But you're not coming here Chloé: Umm I can do whatever I want thank you Chloé: but probably not Chloé: how many times can we all go to Paris though? 🙄 Buster: Whatever, Chlo Buster: I'm glad you ain't dead and now I'm leaving Chloé: Boo Chloé: Is your night really that slow you were hoping I could bring the drama? Chloé: Darling 😂 Buster: Fuck you Buster: Just do me one favor and keep your friends off your phone for the foreseeable future Chloé: Don't you ever talk to me like that Chloé: and don't think for a second you can tell me what to do Chloé: Get lost, McKenna Buster: Or what? What do you reckon you're gonna do when you've already ruined my life, like Chloé: Get over it Chloé: I don't want to talk to you Chloé: some of us have things to do with our evenings 🤷 Buster: Don't flatter yourself that I wanted to do this, babe Buster: But if I can ruin your evening too, I ain't above it Chloé: Sure 😂 can't deny it now you're in my inbox bothering me Chloé: bless Buster: Denial's your game I don't need to play it that way Chloé: What are you on about now? Buster: It's not a difficult concept Buster: You don't even have baby brain yet Chloé: Whatever Chloé: You're boring Buster: You've changed your tune, but I prefer that to you begging me to be with you, so sure Chloé: Shut up Chloé: You wish Buster: I literally don't Buster: I've already told you that Chloé: If you don't, why are you still here? Chloé: Under the pretense of being worried about me Chloé: Not really a turn on but whatever, you're off your game Buster: I was worried, and I'm trying to make that sink in Buster: Why can't you take anything seriously? You're not a fucking child Chloé: I've told you, I'm fine Chloé: What more do you want? God Buster: Stop acting like this Buster: That's what I want Chloé: Like what? Chloé: Sorry I'm not into you now Chloé: You missed your chance Buster: Shut up, you know that's not what I mean Buster: And Jesus, I wish you would say sorry, for anything, even once Chloé: What do you mean then Chloé: You're just salty I'm not down Chloé: like babe, move on Chloé: you reckon you've got a 'girlfriend' Buster: I do and she hates me now 'cause of you Buster: So well done Buster: You can have that to toast to, like Chloé: Me? Chloé: Omgggggg Chloé: jealous type is she? Chloé: How tragic Buster: Don't even start Buster: Don't call me again, don't invite me to dinner, fucking none of it Buster: Tell your parents yourself too Chloé: No you promised! Buster: Yeah well now I don't Buster: You're never real with me and I'm sick of giving you the benefit of the doubt Chloé: I'm real Buster: When? Buster: I've literally never seen it Chloé: All the time Chloé: How would I not be? Chloé: Are you drunk? You're not making sense Buster: Forget it Buster: I'm done Chloé: 👋 Buster: Take the advice you were trying to give me, but take it further and get over yourself Buster: For this kid if nothing else Chloé: Literally no idea what you're talking about babes Chloé: I'm good Buster: Fine Buster: Goodnight, Chlo Chloé: Omg gooooooo

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