#every single line of this song is so freaking on point

[cloverstayy]

Helloooooo, may I please request Chan’s reaction to reader having another groups tattoo?

I’m a Chan biased but have a Vernon inspired tattoo on my ribs

Thank you so much for this suggestion, Anon! I've got quite a few tattoos myself, (no SKZ ones...yet) one of them being a Fall Out Boy-related tattoo and I think I'd cackle listening to Pete freak out over me having another band's or group's tattoo. So, I kind of took the humorous route with this one and I hope that's okay! I also hope you enjoy it just as much as I did writing it.

I also apologize for how ridiculously long this got. 😂 I kinda let myself get carried away, but I think those kind of stories are the best anyways!

If you enjoyed this one, please, please reblog! I honestly do a little happy claps when I see anyone reblogging or interacting with my content. All the warm and fuzzies!

STORY RATING E for everyone.

TYPE Slice of life...I think?

CONTENT WARNING Quite literally nothing to note. Use of explicit language, but tons of comedic humor and just a smidge of fluff!

W/C 6,063

“I can only imagine the photos she took of you, JK.” Chan snorted, leaning his head against his fist which was propped up on several pillows. 

JK stayed quiet for a moment, shaking his head at Chan before something began to develop across his expression, “Let me get back at her.” 

Chan sat up, a bit perplexed at the request JK was propositioning, “What’dya mean?” 

Chan and you have been dating for the better part of a year and at this point, there isn’t much he hasn’t seen of you.

More than that, he’s asked about almost every single tattoo you have. Its honestly how you both became acquainted, actually. 

He saw your obnoxiously bright dinosaur tattoo from some distance away; making his way over to you and managing to pull one of the smoothest attempts you’d ever seen any man manage to use to get your attention. 

He was clearly successful, for transparency’s sake.

You were on vacation in Australia and enjoying your time beachside. Little did you know, Australia was his home country. There you were, minding your own business while waiting in line for a snow cone when Chan couldn’t help himself whatsoever from full bore running and stopping suddenly behind you in linewhen you immediately became aware of the labored panting of someone standing behind you.

Letting curiosity get the better of you, while still trying to play it off as complete disinterest, you turned slightly around to see a man bent almost in half as his eyes were glued on you. But don’t get it twisted, he wasn’t looking you in the eyes, not yet anyways. He was staring at you, his eyes feeling as though they were transfixed on your left arm.

Glancing around, expecting someone to have been chasing him or something…

Why the hell is this man panting so much?

After assessing your surroundings and realizing no one was actually chasing him, that he for some reason was behind you and panting up a storm like a dog after a run, you felt your brows furrow together before deciding to evaluate this seemingly poor man’s condition.

“Um, are you okay?”

It was only then his eyes snapped up to yours fully when he flashed one hell of a rage-inducing smile in your direction, sliding his hands from his knees and up to his hips as he stood up straight. 

Who does this man think he is smiling like THAT?!

“Yeah, yeah! I’m great. How are you?” 

Sheer confusion must’ve washed over your face as one of your brows pitched upwards, “Are you serious?” 

This man couldn’t get anymore attractive to you at this point, you’re sure of it, but all of a sudden you’re pretty sure you witnessed the heaven’s opening up and the sound of angels began to fill your ears.

Okay, thats a bit of an exaggeration. He was…he was giggling. And he was doing it at you.

“I’m quite serious, actually. You getting a snow cone, too?” 

“I’m in the line, aren’t I?” 

The giggling you still weren’t sure wasn’t the heaven’s choir belting out your new favorite song of the summer, picked up briefly before settling, “You are.” 

Shaking your head a few times, attempting to dislodge whatever spell this man had seemed to put you under, you just blink at him. Several times, “Can I help you with something?” 

There he stood, his stupid smile on his stupid face with his stupid laugh. And he just smiled at you again before you saw him quirk his head to the side, raising his eyesight above your head, “Can I get 2 pineapple and cherry snow cones, man?” 

Oh my god. 

Did he just? Yes. Yes, he did indeed step in front of you. And still dazed as you you were, you spun slowly around with your toes digging into the sand and saw that he definitely had ordered for you.

Well, maybe he didn’t. Its entirely possible he ordered 2 for himself. 

How long had you been looking at him like he had 2 heads and a halo?

Couldn’t have been more than a few seconds. But maybe it was longer than that and your turn had actually come up and instead of being vigilant, you waffled and he decided to just step ahead of you?

Amidst the poor attempt at logical reasoning you were facing in lieu of this man’s behavior, the smell of sticky sweet pineapple invaded your senses as you realized he was holding the other snow cone he’d ordered. But he was holding it in your face.

“Um, is that for me?” 

Blinking your way out of disassociation, you glanced at the snow cone held tightly in his hand before looking up to him for confirmation. 

“Sure is. My name is Chan, by the way. Or Chris. I honestly respond by both.” 

Still unsure of what this man’s intentions were, but not above refusing a snow cone that you didn’t actually have to pay for, your hand slowly moved to take the snow cone. 

Hesitantly, you wrapped your fingertips around the bottom part of the paper cone which cradled the sweet treat. Your hand inevitably came into contact with his as you did but…this man wasn’t letting go…not yet, anyways. 

“Name’s Y/n. Is this how you typically pick up the ladies or am I the exception?” 

Regaining your ability to speak and contribute to the conversation, you applied just a bit more force to the snow cone, pulling it out of his grip as he let out another angelic giggle before releasing it.

And the rest is history. Or so they say. 

He asked you about a 100 questions about your tattoos, at least the ones he could see with relative ease as you were wearing an off white sun dress that hit right below your knees. He admitted to you that he’d love to get an entire sleeve of tattoos, but had no idea where to start, but that he was amazed by yours. You were flattered, really.

Of those 100 questions, of course, 2 of them were him asking you on a more formal date and asking for your number. 

Up until this point, you knew Chan had seen all of you. You two had had sex. Showered together. Hell, you two had even cuddled naked together and how the hell had he never, ever noticed this one particular tattoo was beyond you.

You’re still not even certain how you’ve managed to make it an entire year without Chan having at least glimpsed at it. But there he was, arms crossed on the living room sofa, looking at you with one of the most unimpressed and unamused looks he’s ever given you. 

“Christopher.” 

“Y/n.” 

“What do you want me to tell you? I’ve had this tattoo for years. Its not my fault you ever noticed it.”

He huffed out a breath, “You never disclosed it, either.” 

You couldn’t help the bark of a laugh that ripped through you, almost sending you to the floor, “DISCLOSURE?! Christopher, you’ve got to be fucking with me right now.” 

“And what if I’m not?” 

“Then I’d asking you what in the fresh hell is actually wrong with you for being upset with me having a BTS tattoo!” 

If Chan could’ve managed to roll his eyes any further back into his head, you’re pretty sure you would’ve been making a call to the paramedics, fearing that either his retina’s had detached or he was experiencing a seizure. 

“Its not just a BTS tattoo, Y/n.” 

“Roll your eyes at me one more goddamned time or so help me god, Christopher.” 

His expression was so deadpan, you were certain he’d end up turning to stone with his appearance. 

“It’s not just a BTS tattoo, Y/n.” He repeated, doubling down by readjusting his crossed arms and exchanging his man-spread position on the loveseat to throwing one leg over the other. 

“This is because its about JK, isn’t it? Did he tease you about this or something?” 

His eyes widened, “Why would he tease me about your tattoo, Y/n?!” 

Oops. 

You may or may not have told Chan about the time you had met BTS years and years ago while working at a HYBE event prior to and most certainly before knowing Chan or even Stray Kids existed. 

And you most definitely did not tell him about the fact that you ended up working for BTS a few summers after having met them, doing event coordination for HYBE. And you were positive you never even mentioned to Chan that you got the tattoo as apart of a dare that you dared JK with. The means by which you managed to coerce JK into getting said tattoo was the embarrassing part.

It had never come up in conversation as he had clearly never noticed the tattoo you had on the inside of your right ring finger. Yes, it was small. But so was JK’s. 

Yeah. He most assuredly had no clue JK also had a tattoo that was very similar to the one you had, but also different. 

“Y/n…why would JK tease me about your tattoo?” He repeated, his arms slowly uncrossing themselves as he propped himself off the back of the couch with his hands. 

“Uh…I-uh…Ihonestlyhavenoidea?” You presented him with your best attempt at a shit eating grin as you could muster, choosing to slowly make your way to the armchair that sat opposite of the loveseat. 

“Should I just call JK?” 

There it was. The threat followed by the growing smirk bubbling across his face as he began to formulate the beginnings of how this tattoo made it’s way to your finger. 

“Oh gosh, Chris, no! You don’t have to do that!” You smiled again, placing both of your elbows on your knees as you threw your head into your hands and leaned forward into his space. 

“No?” He’d managed to shift all the way to the edge of the loveseat’s cushion before he began to lean into your space. 

“Nope.” You squeaked out as you began to slowly find yourself sitting back up, your hands removing themselves from under your chin as your back straightened. 

“Y/n…don’t lie to me.” 

“Chris, this is silly! It’s just a silly little tattoo.” 

Clearing his throat, he stood on his feet and looked down at you. You had to crane your head upwards to meet his glance, feeling all the bits of unease and panic he was forcing you to feel. 

Please do not call JK. Please do not call JK.

You kept uttering that phrase like it was some sort of new age mantra; repeating it over and over inside your head and hoping to whatever creator out there that Chan could hear you. 

You fucking knew he couldn’t. 

Like an 80’s montage but without the cheesy music and all the slow-motion action you could tolerate, Chan pulled his phone from his back pocket. And suddenly, the fast forward button had been activated as the speed with which he dialed JK was similar to that of a cheetah securing dinner for the evening. 

“Chris! Come on, baby. It is not that serious! Had I known you were going to react like this, I would’ve said something a LONG time ago!” You pleaded, jumping to your feet and wrapping your arms around his waist. 

He only glanced down at you before you heard the click of the other line and JK’s voice came through the speaker, “Yo, Chris! What’s up man?” 

Chan cocked an eyebrow as he took his free arm and wrapped it around your waist, all but securing your body against him as he spoke, “Hey JK! Nothing much. I’ve got a question for you.” 

A choked whimper was suddenly caught in your throat as you all but slammed your head into Chris’ chest, more or less embarrassed at the story he would be told about the origins of this stupid tattoo and less worried he’d be actually upset with you. 

“What’s up, man?” 

“Do you happen to know a Y/n L/n?” 

There was a brief moment of silence and what sounded like shuffling of some kind on JK’s end, “Yeah…yeah, I do. Wait, why do you ask?” 

Chan’s eyes looked down at you once again. He placed a perfunctory kiss to the top of your head because he couldn’t manage to make eye contact with your face to place one on your forehead. It was still pressed firmly to his chest as you now tried to wriggle out of his grasp. 

“Well, she’s my girlfriend and…” Chan was cut off almost immediately by JK. 

“Woah! Girlfriend?! You’re dating Y/n-ah? Bro, how long?” 

“Just a little over a year. I love her to absolute bits.” He spoke, his voice just above a whisper as he leaned his head down so his lips would brush right against your ear while he spoke. This said whisper rattled you way more than it should have, but you knew that was the sole purpose of Chan doing it in the first place.

“Christopher, I swear to god. Please. Don’t.” Your words were so muffled and you knew Chan couldn’t understand you, but he began to giggle. The same fucking giggle that reminded you of Baby Jesus and Holy Hymns and Angels and shit. 

“Congrats, man! She’s awesome. She worked for us for a bit!” 

Chan’s arm only tightened around your midsection as you acquiesced to his grip, slowly coming to terms with the fact that he would soon hold the exceedingly mortifying knowledge of how you obtained the very tattoo in question in just mere moments. 

“Oh, you don’t say!” He quipped, slowly turning the both of you in a circle by means of swaying side to side. 

“Yeah! We met her forever ago through an event HYBE was holding and she ended up doing some event coordination stuff for us for about a year or two. She was fucking phenomenal. She doing okay? Why’d you ask?” JK’s tone sounded equal parts concerned and confused. 

“Well, if I happened to say something about a tattoo, would that ring any bells?” 

And with that, the loudest and most obnoxious laugh tore through the speaker as JK broke out into a fit of laughter, which only caused Chan to all but pick you up with the arm wrapped around you. 

However, JK quickly managed to calm himself before you were actually lifted off the floor, “Oh man. Yeah, yeah that rings a bell. Why?” 

“Well, you know she’s got a lot of tattoos…” Chris pauses, awaiting confirmation from JK.

“Of course.” 

“And somehow, that little tattoo never managed to come up in conversation in the last year or so and well, today it has and I’m just curious about it. Y/n isn’t being as forthcoming about it as I’d imagined she would be.” 

“Well, that makes sense that she hasn’t been,” He let out another brief laugh,” Is she there with you right now?” 

Chan looked down at you, realizing that you had readjusted your head to keep your eyes on him, the pleading expression remaining permanently affixed on your face. The look he presented you with, however, was expectant one. And he expected you to answer. 

“Hey JK.” You squawked, pressing your forehead against Chan’s chest once again. 

“Y/n-ah! I had no idea you were dating Chan-ssi!”

“Well you know me, so good at keeping those secrets!” 

Chan squeezed you tighter as your eyes shot up to meet his, brows furrowing together. The force of his constant entrapment finally caused you to mouth the word “ouch” to him.

———

THE DAY PRIOR…

“Hey man, long time no see!” JK greeted Chan, bringing the other into his embrace via their joined hands, but only briefly before they broke apart just as quickly. 

“Oh, it hasn’t been that long, has it?” Chan pondered, questioning whether it had really been longer than he had remembered since he saw JK last. 

JK nodded, taking a seat on his couch, throwing his body against it and suggesting Chan take a seat in the couch opposite him. 

Chan obliged, pulling his keys and phone from his back pocket before doing so. However, once seated, he too fell backwards, allowing his back to meet the soft, plushy fabric of the couch as he settled in. 

“Its been,” JK paused, one eye squinting in thought before it popped open, “At least 6 months.” 

“6 months!” Chan chirped, grabbing the water bottle that had been set out for him. The sound of the plastic lid coming apart from the seal cracked under his palm as JK hummed in affirmation. 

“Yep, I mean, we’ve definitely talked since then but we haven’t properly hung out in a while. Dude, how have you been? You and the kids are killing it out there! I’m so proud!” JK smiled, his lip ring catching the shine of the overhead track lighting. 

Chan palmed the back of his neck, only slightly embarrassed at the compliment while briefly grabbing one ear before placing his water back on the living room table, “Ah man. Thanks. The kids work so hard, they deserve it.” 

JK shook his head, “You all deserve it. That includes you, Chan-ssi.” His eyes focused in on Chan, encouraging him to not argue in defiance of JK’s compliment. 

“I appreciate that. We all work hard.” 

JK glanced at Chan, a smirk crossing his lips before responding, “So, how are you and Y/n? I still cannot believe you snagged her.” 

Chan couldn’t help the small chuckle that bubbled up from his chest, the mere thought of you still gave him butterflies and made him nervous. How had he managed to snag you was still a mystery to him, but he was so thankful for you regardless. He tried not to make much sense of it because when he attempted to do so, he often found himself perplexed for hours, comparing and contrasting almost every detail of the last year and a half of your courting and the subsequent official ascension of the relationship. 

JK, surprisingly, had also been one of the first ones Chan had told about you. Well, of course after he talked with Lee Know and Changbin, who after meeting you only one time, were convinced you were the person Chan would eventually marry and only encouraged him to continue seeing you. Chan would hush them every time they made those comments, not wanting to even put that jinx out into the universe. Of course, he would want to make you his forever, but he knew the both of you needed just a bit more time together as boyfriend and girlfriend before he even thought about asking you to be his wife. 

“She’s fantastic,” The words left Chan a bit airy, almost as though he was describing how you managed to make him feel on a daily basis, “ We are doing great. She’s always challenging me and the kids, but is great at helping me decompress and she’s so, so creative. And well, utterly fucking beautiful.” 

JK smiled again, though his lips stayed softly pressed together before he spoke, “She’s good for you. I can see the difference.” 

Chan’s gaze shot up from his feet, where they had been planted while he spoke about you, “Really?” 

JK adjusted his position, throwing his legs over the edge of the couch as his feet firmly pressed against the stone flooring of his apartment, sitting up and leaning against the back as he did. 

“Yeah. You just have this air about you dude. You come across way less…encumbered with the weight of quite literally everything. Which, I suppose makes sense,” JK winked in Chan’s direction, “You’re not carrying it all yourself anymore.” 

Chan took a moment to really think about JK’s words and his gut response was to say that he was still the same old Chan he was before he met you. But, just as quickly as that impulsive assessment flew into his brain, it flew right out and was replaced with the knowledge that he was finally sharing the weight of life with…you. And sure, he let the kids carry some of the weight from time to time, but never wanted them to ever feel quite the same pressures he faced. He was the leader, after all, and that was his responsibility. But once you walked into his life, or rather he ran up to your’s, the weight eventually didn’t seem as heavy as it once did. And maybe that’s what JK really meant. 

Chan’s face had softened in thought, his eyes casting downwards once again as JK let a brief chuckle slice through the comfortable silence between the two men, “I mean look at you, dude. You’re head over fucking heels for this one. When’s the wedding?” 

JK always knew how to really wind Chan up, always saying just the kinds of things that would be only slightly out of pocket, but would still manage to make Chan flustered-or annoyed-depending on the context. 

“Dude, shut the fuck up. Its too early for that.” Chan threw a pillow at JK, who easily caught it with another laugh. 

“Just make sure I get an invite, yeah?” 

Chan rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah. Of course you’ll get an invite, you ass.” 

Both the boys laughed, sharing a moment of silence together before Chan was quickly reminded of something he wanted to ask JK about, “Y’know, that reminds me of something I wanted to ask you about.” 

JK perked up, “Alright. Hit me.” 

“So Y/n has this tattoo on the inside of her finger…on her right hand and I’m almost certain its the only one she’s never told me about. I remember seeing it one night when we were watching a movie on the couch. I was holding her hand and saw it and realized that it looked awfully familiar to one I’d seen before.” 

Chan took a sip of water before continuing, “I know you have something to do with this. So spill.” 

The almost instantaneous laugh that ripped from JK was jarring, causing Chan’s face to contort into a mixture of amusement and intense curiosity. 

Without missing a beat, JK leaned over the small distance between him and the coffee table, offering Chan a glimpse at the ring finger on his left hand, “Yeah, I know a thing or two about it.” 

Chan’s eyes focused in, brows pinching together while he really studied the small banana peel tattoo JK donned, “She’s got the banana.” 

Chan said it so matter of factly, not only because it was quite literally a matter of fact, but because it was so innocuous but also just really weird. Weird to the point that it drove Chan to to even ask JK about it in the first place.

“So she worked for us for almost 2 years, right?” JK inquired. 

Chan nodded his head, remaining silent. 

“Well, during that time she did mostly event coordination for us. So like, red carpet events, tour and hotel stuff, comebacks…all of that kind of stuff,” JK ran his hands through the mop of brown hair on his head, “Well, she also helped with the variety shows we do, but specifically the BTS one’s we did for Weverse and HYBE.” 

Chan signaled understanding, the look of amusement and curiosity only growing as JK continued. 

“We did this one show, and I can’t remember the exact details or…what the premise was now, but I was dressed up as a monkey.” 

Chan couldn’t help the boisterous cackle that slipped out of his lips, his hand immediately flying over his mouth at the thought of JK dressed up as a monkey, “A monkey?!”

It was JK’s turn to roll his eyes at Chan, looking at him through his brows, “Yeah. A monkey.” 

Chan was gasping for breath at this point, the mere thought of JK in such a predicament only creating a place just for this image in his brain to live rent free. JK, having finally tolerated enough of Chan’s squeaky laughter, threw a pillow at him and landed it square across Chan’s face. 

Chan flew backward a bit, caught off guard by the sudden feeling of fabric against his face. Chan caught the pillow and slammed it down across his lap as he forced himself to calm, realizing JK was waiting on him so he could continue, “Alright, alright. You can continue.” 

JK shook his head, “Well, a few days after we had done the recording for that episode, I came to find out it was her entire idea. Like, I’m talking the entire premise for the skit from start to finish. She even had me eating a fucking banana, bro.” 

Chan stifled the laughter that was threatening to spill, realizing that he didn’t want to be assaulted by anymore couch cushions, “That sounds so much like Y/n.” 

JK nodded, “Yeah. Well, when she found out I found out, I couldn’t stop giving her shit for it. It went on for months. At one point, I was calling her my Little Capuchin.” 

Chan’s eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as he threw his head back and finally allowed the laugh he was trying to suppress to come out. He threw both arms over his face as he let his head fall to the back of the couch’s edge. After a few moments, and after the heaving of Chan’s chest began to return to baseline, it was only then he sat back up, ruffling his hair before running both of his hands over his face, “So, the tattoo. How, how in the hell did that come about?” 

It was only then JK finally let out a brief fit of laugher himself, “A dare.” 

Chan’s eyes narrowed in on the man sat across from him, “A dare?” 

JK nodded, “It was close to her end with us as she was leaving HYBE to go do work elsewhere and we were all a little bit,” JK held up his pointer and thumb, almost pressing them together to exaggerate that they were the opposite of a little bit, “Drunk. It was then I suggested we get tattoos to signify not only the end of her time working with us, but one that would also make her laugh any time she looked at it. But Chan, when I tell you she was tipsy as hell, I’m honestly not exaggerating.” 

Chan had only heard the stories you’d told him about your time in college, driving several frat houses under the table, but he was certain you’d not divulged this particular piece of information about how you managed to acquire a banana tattoo.

He also knew that your days of drinking had come to an abrupt end once you began work in Korea freshly out of college, often times traveling back and forth to the states doing so. You soon realized mixing drinking of any kind and jet lag were things that should never go together. Fuck that, you’d told him. So, you only chose to drink on very, very rare occasions and only times when you knew you’d not be on a intercontinental flight. 

JK, noticing Chan’s slight confusion decided to provide a bit more clarification, “Let me preface that by saying, we were having a dinner celebration. Kind of like a send off. She’d only had 3 drinks, but for some reason they hit her hard.” 

Chan nodded, feeling a bit more clued in to the context of the situation, “So, it was a dare?” 

JK shook his head, “Yeah, kinda sorta? I mean, I was drunk, too. But I remember that I kept calling her Little Capuchin the entire evening and I also remember RM threatening to slap me if I wouldn’t stop.” 

JK shook his head, a smile blooming across his face briefly at the memory before he resumed, “I’m pretty sure it was just her and I that ended up going to see my artist because he was still in his shop late at night. I remember standing there with her in the parlor, debating with her on what to get when she basically shouted that we should get bananas.” 

Both Chan and JK erupted in laughter, agreeing that the entire situation most definitely sounded like you. 

JK took a sip of his water and set it back down on the living room table, “I told her I wasn’t going to get a banana tattooed on me and she dared me.” 

Chan held up his hand, waving it about to signal JK to pause, “Hold on. So she dared you?” 

JK confirmed with a quick nod, “Yup. And if I didn’t, she told me she’d post all the behind the scenes photos of us, including me in that monkey outfit, on Weverse. I balked at her but she told me HYBE had given her explicit permission to do whatever she wanted with the photos, even before the episode released. She took some real stupid photos of me, Chan.” 

JK palmed his forehead, shaking his head in the pithiest way possible before looking back up at Chan, “So there I was, getting a banana peel tattoo because she insisted I was the peel to her banana.” 

“I can only imagine the photos she took of you, JK.” Chan snorted, leaning his head against his fist which was propped up on several pillows. 

JK stayed quiet for a moment, shaking his head at Chan before something began to develop across his expression, “Let me get back at her.” 

Chan sat up, a bit perplexed at the request JK was propositioning, “What’dya mean?” 

“She doesn’t think you know a thing about this tattoo, right? Well, after she’d sobered up and I told her she basically blackmailed me into getting it, she was honestly mortified. She wouldn’t stop apologizing. It was only after I told her she was fine no less than 10 times and I wasn’t bothered in the slightest that she  finally decided to listen to me, but I know the whole thing still embarrasses the shit out of her. And thats probably why she’s never told you about it. Its small and she just assumes you’ve not noticed it yet, I bet.” JK explained, offering a very valid reason for Chan to agree to his request. 

“I mean, sounds entirely reasonable why she hasn’t then. So, what’s your idea?” 

———

Chan leaned down, pressing a curt peck on the tip of your nose as you were now unable to smash your face into his chest.

“So, she hasn’t told you about the tattoo?” JK’s voice trilled through the phone still snug in Chan’s hand. 

“Nope, sure hasn’t.” Chan’s less than impressed expression fell to you again, after he brought you down with him against the couch. You both fell against it with soft grunts, him forcing you to basically sit glued to his side. 

“Ugh! Do you both have to do this to me right now? Its just a stupid tattoo!” You bellowed, trying your best to turn inwards towards Chan to hide your face in any capacity you could. 

Both of the men began to laugh, almost in tandem. Almost like they both knew something you didn’t. Your suspicions only grew when Chan’s hold of you began to lessen to the point you were able to turn inwards and watch his face. 

He had set his phone down on the coffee table in front of you both, his face was red from laughter and slightly wet from the rather amused tears that quickly followed. You could only assume JK looked exceeding similar to the way your boyfriend did in that very moment. 

You sat up, straightening your posture and looked between the phone and your boyfriend several times before you realized the both of them were playing some sort of something with you still. 

“I cannot believe you two.” It was your turn to roll your eyes so hard, certain your retinas would detach as you scooted a few inches away from Chan and crossed your own arms. 

Chan heaved in a large amount of air, hearing what you said during the brief pause in both his and JK’s laughter that he turned to look at you. He noticed the considerable distance you had managed to make down the couch away from him as his laughter began to quell, JK’s soon followed suit. 

“Oh Little Capuchin, don’t be upset!” JK guffawed, himself being taken over by laughter once again. You glanced over to Chan, an eyebrow raised, and it was ever apparent he was suppressing additional laughter himself. 

“Fuck you, JK.” You felt the heat of embarrassment flood your face; your cheeks flushed a bright shade of crimson at the pet name you’d not heard in so long. 

“Aw, c’mon! You’re the banana to my peel!” He quipped, Chan only sporting one hell of an tickled expression. 

“I’m fucking done with you, two,” Your brows leveled in Chan’s direction, “You knew, didn’t you? He told you when you two hung out yesterday, didn’t he?” 

Chan only shrugged, a massive grin appearing on his lips, “I mean, we might’ve discussed it?”

“Bahng Christopher Chan! Jeon Jun-Kook! You both are menaces and I hate you both!” You stuck your nose up towards the ceiling, turning a quarter of the way away from Chan with your arms tightly crossed into one another. 

The boys continued their dumb giggling, Chan only taking just shy of a few more minutes before you heard him hang up the phone. The soft thud of his phone settling on the table was heard next, followed by the feeling of the couch dipping slightly behind you. 

Chan positioned himself behind you, pressing his chest to your back as his arms meandered their way around your midsection. His angular chin found purchase between your neck and shoulder before he spoke. 

“Baby girl, I knew you had that tattoo months and months ago. I had a feeling JK knew something about it because I remembered he had a very similar one to yours. I did ask him about it yesterday and he told me everything.” 

His words vibrated against your collarbone as he spoke and without any warning, his hold on you tightened as he fell backwards against the couch, pulling you on top of him still with your back against his chest. Instinctually, feeling like you were going to fall, you threw your hands out in a feeble attempt to catch yourself, but you weren’t falling. Chan had a strong hold of you. 

You let out a massive sigh, your chest pressing against the strength of Chan’s arms as you did before you broke the silence, “This is so fucking uncomfortable, Christopher.” You couldn’t help the exceptionally minuscule grin that began to creep its way through the hardened expression you were trying to maintain. 

“Well, seeing you genuinely embarrassed over something you shouldn’t feel embarrassed about is uncomfortable to me, baby girl.” He stated plainly, like this was a fact you should’ve known from Day 1. 

You turned your head towards his, which was now nestled into the spot between his neck and shoulder, your faces met briefly before you turned it back to look up at the ceiling, “God forbid.” 

Chan’s embrace stiffened as he applied a bit more pressure to your midsection, causing you to yelp out a large puff of air. 

The sound that emanated from you caused the both of you to erupt in your own fit of mindless cackling, “What kind of sound was that?!” 

Chan couldn’t help the yell of a laugh that flew from him as he managed to sit the both of you up on his lap, your hands bracing on either sides of his arms at the rather uncoordinated effort. Successful, nonetheless. 

“You squeezed the air out of me, Christopher!” You giggled, gently slapping the hand he had pressed against your abdomen. 

“I am sorry, baby girl! You okay?” He peppered a few kisses against your shoulder before placing one on your cheek. 

“I’m okay, Chris,” You paused as you wiggled your way off of his lap to sit next to him, though you left your legs draped over his knees, “You really got me going there for a second.” 

He brushed a few stray hairs out of your face, placing a few behind your ear, “Well, you set it up pretty well, baby. Walked right into it, even.” 

You rolled your eyes, not severely as last time and definitely lined with way more sarcasm that before, “Let me guess, it was JK’s idea?” 

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[ms-demeanor]

hello! i vaguely recall you doing a new year's resolution bingo thing - first, was that actually you lol? and if so, how'd it go, any adjustments you'd make from the original idea? (i did a resolution bingo this past year, which mostly ended up being a 24 item quest buffet, which did work for me! but i'm curious for more data). happy new year to you and your various sizes of bastard!

Hello! Yes, that was me. It didn't go great!

I did a resolution bingo in 2022 but it ended up feeling like homework and at a certain point in the year I looked at the spaces that I hadn't filled and it just made me feel bad.

In 2023 I did kind of a chore chart; I used a sheet of college-ruled notebook paper and divided it up into columns with things like "guitar" and "draw" and and "quilt square" and "go for a walk by myself" and numbered out 52 lines and I went through and highlighted each thing as I did it each week. That went very well for some things and not very well for others. I had at least a few columns where I did something every other week, and I totally finished the quilt square column, and I drew something for like 40 weeks, but I also had several categories that I did absolutely nothing for and several categories that had very few highlights.

That chart *also* was kind of a problem and there was a week in, like, august where my brain was being weird and was like "you can't do more of X until you've caught up on Y and Z" because I had to flip the paper over and wanted to finish three columns before I flipped it - that was clearly a very silly hangup but I don't make the rules for what my brain will freak out about and it caused a disproportionate amount of stress.

This year I kind of combined the two and I've made three sheets of paper with different tasks on different lines, and in different amounts. (And none of the papers need to be flipped over so I won't get a weird hangup week)

So instead of having 52 blanks each for "pushups" "squats" and "go for a walk by myself" I've got 156 blanks for "workout: lifting, calisthenics, stretching, walking, cardio." I didn't do a single walk by myself last year, and it turns out I'm pretty unlikely do do random squats or pushups, so rather than try to do one exercise fifty two times I'm just going to try to do *some* kind of exercise three times a week and I'm not going to feel bad about it if that's more bench press instead of more cardio.

I did pretty well with quilt squares so i've set a goal to do twice as many this year. I set a goal for 52 drawings and writing seriously 52 times. My yard is a disaster so my goal is to fill my yardwaste bin 52 times this year.

But what I *haven't* done is divide that up by week. Maybe some weeks I'll get four workouts in and other weeks I'll do two. Maybe I won't draw for a month but I'll get into it a lot over the summer.

One of my two other sheets is things that I'd like to do daily. My four daily tasks that I'm aiming for are: clean something at the house, floss, moisturize, and journal. (Journaling was successful in the bingo year but not at all last year)

The other sheet is the one that's more like the bingo, or what I think the spirit of the bingo is supposed to be. I've got it labeled "Bonus" and each thing on it has about twenty circles that I can check off if I do something but that I don't see as a goal. That includes stuff like "friend hangs" and "go someplace" - stuff that I want to do more of but that I can either plan or do spontaneously and that doesn't have a big project end goal (so it's "do something with music like program a music box or play guitar for a while" rather than "write a song" like it was the bingo year, when no song got written).

I may have also just kneecapped myself by making the bingo squares too hard. Maybe I should do a monthly bingo with smaller goals.

The bingo also got harder when I failed at bullet journaling; turns out that's not a great way for me to manage my time and attention and the bingo was in the bullet journal. Having stuff on a wall next to the light switch in my office helped a lot last year, I think, so that's where my sheets are this year too.

IDK, this is all fun to experiment with and I enjoy it but also I'm never sure if any of it "works" in terms of getting me to do more of the things that I'd like myself to do. It did work for quilt squares last year, though, and that's the best progress I've made on my quilt since I started it in 2021. And the daily chart is helping a lot so far.

But maybe I just like making charts (I do).

[mitsies]

boyfriend headcanons ; jjk!

megumi fushiguro, yuji itadori, yuta okkotsu / gn reader

; megumi fushiguro -

‣ megumi is an analytical loser at heart

‣ before you guys get together, he’s overthinking and freaking himself out about every little interaction you guys have had. ever.

‣ he carries these worries on with him even into the early stages of your relationship while he’s still unsure of what he’s doing 

‣ megumi frequently worries about whether you really like him or not but because of his obvious emotional constipation he can’t really say or do much to express that 

‣ since you don’t know, and since he’s so good at hiding how he feels, you never really know he’s feeling insecure

‣ but your affection shines through in the little things you do and he falls in love with you all over again !

megumi did nothing but stare as you traced the lines and scars of his palm absentmindedly, paying no attention to the trashy slasher film the two of you were watching.

he observed you gliding your fingers up and down his palm, a ticklish and gentle sensation which made his chest feel tight and warm. he thinks he’d die for moments like these, where you look so content just in his presence, he’d die a million times over just to see you so comfortable.

megumi doesn’t know how long he’s been watching you, but at some point you return his gaze and grin that stupid way only you can manage, a smile that makes face turn rosy and stomach do flips.

“what’re you lookin’ at?” you sidled closer to him on the couch and rested your head on his chest and megumi swore that you were something like an angel in that moment.

he only smiled, though, relaxing into you. “nothing. this movie kinda sucks, though.”

‣ megumi also needs to plan every little detail of every second of every day

‣ he has a full bullet journal of what he needs to get done and he likes it color coded in a very niche and specific way !

‣ he gets so embarrassed though about this habit of his LMFAO he doesn’t want to get made fun of

‣ at some point, you find out and for the sake of his dignity (not that there’s anything wrong w journaling!!!!!) you pretend not to know

‣ he realizes you found out though, when one day you purchase him a pack of fancy highlighters just because 

‣ he collects stationary too LMAO i bet. he doesn’t use everything, for sure, but it’s endearing because he’s such a pragmatic little loser and his pens he never uses are the only clutter he keeps bc they make him happy :,)

‣ his favs are the ones you bought LMFAO not because they’re any good, but because you spent so much money on these overpriced supplies just for him!!

‣ speaking of clutter- megumi is such a neat freak, he has special places for everything and throws unneeded things out ASAP

‣ but he has a few exceptions- namely all the things you’ve ever gotten him. ever.

‣ he has a receipt for coffee from your first meeting where your phone number is messily scrawled on

‣ he has dried up daises that you’d picked off the park ground and handed to him just because!

‣ he keeps every single stupid sticky note or piece of paper or notecard or trinket you’ve ever given him even though he would never show you, not ever

‣ one of his favorite things to do with you is listen to music!!!!!!

‣ megumi adores music, he loves it when you give him recommendations or when you listen to his

‣ a small moment that really touched him for some reason was when you followed up on a band he’d told you he liked the other day, saying you gave their music a listen and that it reminded you of him <3

‣ he has a playlist of songs that make him think of u!! but he hasn't quite told you about it.. maybe one day!

‣ he’s into indie rock and maybe a little folkish music every now and then, one day he wants to learn to play the guitar so he can write you a song 

‣ he’d take you to a concert but he gets so nervous in crowds, there’s too many people & and the music is too loud for him, it really just isn’t megumi’s scene

‣ but he likes to listen to music while he reads (because he’s good at multitasking and is a showoff) and his favorite thing is when you join him

‣ he loves hearing you hum along to the songs and inquire about the artists- he thinks your voice beats any of the music, though

the book in megumi’s hands is decidedly less interesting than the way you’re tipping your head to the beat of the song that’s playing, mouthing all the words like a top tier rockstar.

he thinks that it might be the late hour that’s got you so into the sound, and normally he’d urge you to sleep so you can wake up early for a morning walk but your smile is infectious and before you know it, you’re pulling him off the couch to dance.

his book falls to the floor, forgotten, as you pull him into a twirl which megumi hardly reciprocates, only turning clumsily and resuming his stagnant posture as you float around him.

a small grin is growing on his face, though, and he can’t keep it down. your face grows close to his when the song slows and megumi whispers into your kiss:

“you’re going to be the death of me.”

; yuji itadori -

‣ yuji is so smooth with you before your relationship begins- he’s all gentle touches and warm affection

‣ that is until he realizes he LIKES YOU.

‣ then he’s awkward as HELLLLL, like my boy can’t get within 6 feet of you before turning into a nervous wreck and sprinting away with a face pink enough to match his hair

‣ but when you guys actually start dating he reverts back to literally the sweetest boyfriend you could imagine

‣ he talks about you always. like seriously his friends are sick of it. he could go to the store with them to pick up like.. a toothbrush or something.. he’d be like ‘my partner brushed their teeth once’ LMFAO

‣ his love language is physical touch!!!!! but yuji understands that not everyone is chill with that- if you are, great! he’s never letting go of you! good luck!

‣ but if you’d rather not, yuji doesn’t mind being patient and waiting until you’re ready or just refraining from physical contact fully- you come first for him, always

‣ he likes to take u fun places!!! his favorites are arcades, festivals, theme parks, etc

‣ your first official date was to a theme park where he made the poor choice of trying to prove his bravery on the most intense rollercoaster there is

‣ a very stupid attempt of impressing you on his part!

yuji’s legs shook as he stumbled off the ride, clutching the railings like his life depended on them. you walked slowly behind him, glancing at him with amusement.

“everything okay over there?” you knew the answer before your boyfriend could reply. his face was unnaturally pale and he had collapsed against the metal fencing just outside the ride exit.

yuji nods weakly, not even looking at you, and gulps down a lungful of air before replying feebly. “yeah. yeah, i think i’m- i think i’m good to go.”

if his stuttering didn’t give away his nausea, his sickly attempt at standing back up put it on full display. yuji quickly sat back down, trying not to throw up his lunch. “okay. maybe i’m not good to go.”

you laughed and yuji felt his stomach do even more flips- he didn’t know if it was leftover adrenaline from the butterflies swarming his gut. 

“y’know yuji,” you took a seat beside him and he looked over to you as you smiled softly, “you don’t have to try so hard to impress me.”

your boyfriend sputtered at this.  his voice was borderline frantic as he tried to laugh your remark off. “who says i’m trying to impress you?” 

you giggled and yuji felt his heart collapse in his chest. “i’m just saying,” you restate, “you already have me. so don’t worry about seeming cool to win me over, or whatever- i already know you’re a loser.”

despite your teasing jab, yuji felt his face flush warm once more and he leaned into your side. “i guess you’re right. i have you.”

‣ yuji loves to take you to his sports games!!!!!

‣ now that he’s a sorcerer, he doesn’t really have time for all the sports he used to play

‣ but whenever he has free time, he’ll take you to the park where he likes to play basketball with whoever’s there!!! if you wanna join, he’d love that, but if u just wanna sit on the sidelines and watch, that’s cool with him too!

‣ often times, young kids will come join him to play, and yuji loves to teach them how to shoot hoops and dribble the ball and whatnot 

‣ when he can, he spends hours just cheering on and entertaining children :,) they all love him and soon enough, every young kid in the neighborhood gets all excited when someone yells ‘yuji’s here!’

‣ he loves goofing around w them and and often will involve you in these antics

‣ he has jokes planned out to make the kids laugh- his favorite trick to pull is to look over at you when playing basketball, and declare loudly that he’s gonna make this shot ‘just for you, babe!’

‣ then he misses by a mile <3

‣ (all the children thinks it’s hilarious and bursts out laughing. the fact that it’s all for show is a secret that you and yuji will take to your grave.)

‣ yuji definitely isn’t the smartest person alive and that’s okay, we love him for it!

‣ but his lack of critical thinking skills also comes with some downsides

‣ these downsides include: him getting lost. everywhere.

‣ he has absolutely no idea where he is at any given moment

‣ you once went grocery shopping to get some ingredients for a birthday dinner for megumi

‣ he wandered off and was lost for 30 minutes!

‣ when you noticed, you were about to go absolutely feral with concern until an announcement came up on the store’s speaker calling for you and asking you to claim your lost child

‣ surprise, surprise! it’s not a child. it’s just.. yuji! at least you found him!

‣ also, whenever you two go out to eat yuji steals ur food. LMFAO he tries to be so sneaky about it but he’s just.. not that stealthy

‣ you pretend to not notice. you think he knows you’re pretending. it’s a fun little game!

‣ okok. this last headcanon is just me pushing the perfect bf agenda but... yuji will insist u wear his clothes

‣ like, he would ask u if u wanted to wear his hoodie even when it’s hella inconvenient

‣ he doesn’t care LMFAO he just thinks you look so GOOD in his clothes bc he’s gross.

“yuji, it’s like, a million degrees outside.”

“but when you sweat it’ll make you cold so you’ll need to warm up.”

you raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend, who looked worryingly serious next to you as he held up a familiar yellow hoodie.

“i love you, but i don’t think that’s how it works.”

an exaggerated sign left yuji’s lips and he stuck his bottom lip out in a pout. “i love you more and that’s why i don’t want you to freeze to death!”

you looked at him dully and he returned your gaze with his own pleading eyes. he knew you couldn’t go too long without giving in- and he was right. you rolled your eyes and raised a finger at him.

“okay, fine, i’ll wear it.” before yuji could cheer, you cut him off:

“but only if we can get ice cream.” your boyfriend nodded eagerly before you even finished.

“the really expensive place in shibuya- and you’re paying.”

; yuta okkotsu -

‣ i have so much to say about this man you aren’t even READYYYY

‣ yuta is secretly a major sappy romantic

‣ yeah he watches romcoms. yeah he is ashamed of that!

‣ he’s a sucker for the soft, sweet romantic moments that the two of you share

‣ he loves to mess with your hair, no matter the length, and put it in braids if he can! and he adores it when you do the same

‣ it’s actually probably his favorite way of relaxing- his head in your lap, probably on the outskirts of the school campus, with you running your fingers nimbly down his scalp

‣ he doesn’t seem like the type to take you on big dates- he’d rather hang out with you somewhere quiet and peaceful

‣ this means a lot of quality time in one of your dorm rooms, the woods just outside the school, or even in the common room at night when no one else is awake

‣ when yuta was overseas he wrote you letters <3 he knows he can just text you, and he does every day, but he thinks it’s just a fun thing to do and his heart melts when you send one back

‣ in his letters, he includes stupid stories of things that happened to make you smile, he talks about how much he misses you, and all the new things that he wants to tell you and show you once he gets home!

‣ because he was overseas for a while, and the timezones were so different, he couldn’t really call you because you were never awake when he was

‣ so the both of you also got into sending long, ramble-y voice notes, just for the sake of hearing each others’ voices.

‣ he thinks everything you say is magical honestly, the guy is so down bad for you it’s kinda pathetic

‣ you could be like snorting a line of coke on the voice note and he’d still giggle and kick his feet and twirl his hair !!!

‣ yuta’s camera roll if full of pictures of you! not in a creepy way, but he loves to take candid photos of you because he just thinks youre so pretty always 

‣ (a lot of these pictures are actually very unflattering but he insists they’re cute)

“oh my god,” you laugh, “what the hell is your lockscreen?”

yuta glances down at you pressed into his side as the two of you sit on the floor of his dorm room. he smiles as you narrow your eyes at the image. “what do you mean, it’s just you!”

much to yuta’s dismay, you raise your body off him and make pointed eye contact. “did you really have to pick this picture of me?”

the image in question is of you enjoying ice cream. you are blissfully unaware of it coating your cheek, and you are eyeing the cold treat with humiliating intent.

“you look cute,” is all your boyfriend responds, sliding an arm around your shoulder to pull you back in close. you comply with a hefty breath. “it’s so embarrassing, though.”

he laughs and you feel like a part of you is lighting up with the sparks he sends through your skin. “maybe it is,” he agrees and you groan, burying your face in his chest, before he continues.

“but i think you look pretty in any picture.”

‣ yuta is such a sweetheart but he’s also not down with the kids and their trends 😞

‣ once, nobara told him he ‘slayed that,’ and he looked around all concerned and asked ‘i didn’t hurt anyone, though, did i? did i step on a bug or something?’ LMFAOOOO this loser

‣ he is so gullible and trusting when it comes to you, you could tell him anything and this man would take your word as LAW

‣ you tell him the earth is flat? he’s selling any globes he owns and following a flat earther reddit

‣ LMFAO ANYWAYS.

‣ he is mega defensive of you like he is all his friends but like... tenfold

‣ when you’re walking by a street he subtly guides you to the side of the path farthest from the road

‣ he’s so casual you don’t even notice he’s doing it at first- and to be honest, he doesn’t notice either

‣ it’s just instinctive, to always keep you as safe as he can

‣ he’s so observant too, he knows you’re cold before you do and he’s already handing you his jacket

‣ and this is my most important headcanon i’ve ever had but. YUTA PLAYS GUITAR OKAY.

‣ specifically acoustic, he never received any formal education but figured things out pretty easily with some online videos

‣ his love for playing guitar developed in his solitude, before he came to jujutsu high- but when he met you, the songs of longing he played turned into love songs

‣ i will do ANYTHING to push guitar player yuta agenda. i have a whole drabble relating to this here (/safe link)

‣ anyways. he learned a bunch of love songs that he wanted to play for you one day but he’s too nervous to show any to you- one day, though, he plans to play one he wrote just for you

‣ finally. for being a special grade sorcerer yuta is clumsy as HELL

‣ he’s like a baby giraffe minus the height, constantly tripping over his own legs. it’s like when he’s not in combat mode, some switch is flipped off and he just suddenly loses his motor skills LMFAO

you hear him before you see him. a loud thud echoes across the field of tokyo’s jujutsu college, and you turn from your conversation with maki to try and discern what made the noise.

the answer to your question is lying face-first on the floor of the track, limbs splayed awkwardly and a cloud of dust rising comically. 

maki is instantly cackling wickedly, as you roll your eyes and speedwalk to where yuta is peeling himself up off the ground. his face is reddened and his white uniform top is covered in a layer of brown.

“that kinda hurt,” he admits sheepishly as you make your way to where he is not sitting on the ground, rubbing his sore cheek.

you make a face at him as you kneel down and brush the dust off his top. “this is the 4th time this week.”

“i didn’t think you were counting.”

“i had to,” you shrugged, “just to keep you in check.”

once you’re satisfied with the cleanliness of his uniform, you rise to your feet and extend your hand to pull yuta back up. he takes it tightly, even though the both of you know he’s more than capable by himself.

that was your first mistake.

underestimating his strength, yuta tugs so hard that you end up sprawled on top of him, both of you now laying on the ground. he topples back with another thump and you fall across his chest, knocking the breath out of him.

maki’s vicious laughter can be heard even from across the field, and- was that a camera clicking? you pull yourself off yuta and see- gojo is somehow there, snapping a dozen pictures.

at this sight, you simply collapse back into your boyfriend with an embarrassed groan. “i’m never gonna live this down.”

an awkward chuckle escapes yuta and he pats your head tentatively. “my bad, i think.”

you wrinkle your nose at him before finally sitting up, allowing him to do the same. the camera is still clicking in the background.

“yeah, it is, a thousand percent.”

“i’m assuming i owe you?” yuta can’t help but grin when he sees a mischievous glint in your eye.

“big time.”

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[liknws]

marry me [ksm]

⎯⎯ PAIRING: kim seungmin x reader/oc ⎯⎯ TAGS: angst, hurt no comfort ⎯⎯ RATING: 18+, mature ⎯⎯ WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol & drinking ⎯⎯ WORD COUNT: 2k (2,354)

⎯⎯ NOTES: i recommend listening to the song 'marry me' by thomas rhett while reading. this is from seungmin's point of view but still uses second person mentions of reader. gender isn't really mentioned but one small line of husbnd and wife is used.

she wants to get married, she wants it perfect she wants her granddaddy preachin' the service

You're sixteen and tipsy on a wine cooler you stole from your father's fridge the first time you tell Seungmin you want to get married. He laughs at you, saying the idea of marriage is stupid and a piece of paper and some stupid words won't change if a relationship is meant to be.

You're seventeen and suffering your first heartbreak when he tells you that guy would never had made you happy. He holds you close and promises you'll find the love you deserve one day when your heart is ready for it. He's sorry that you have to hurt like this first to know what real love will feel like.

It's the night before your eighteenth birthday when you tell him again how you want to get married. You want a big family, a happy life, and a house so full of love it's bursting at the seams. He almost tells you that he wants to give that to you, he'll carve out a life for both of you right this second if you'd let him. Instead he holds your hand as the clock hits midnight and wishes you a happy birthday.

It's six months later that you're packing up for university together, excited about this new chapter. Maybe your heart is ready for real love, adult love, eternal love. The love your parents had, the love your grandfather tells stories about. The kind of love that writes vows like novels and makes the love songs sound like scripture.

yeah, she wants magnolias out in the country not too many people, save her daddy some money

Maybe it's fate that it happens, that one day you both are out drinking after a horrible semester of classes when you stumble past the new wedding boutique. In the window is a gown that seems to have been made for you. He can picture you in it perfectly, the cream colored dress a perfect contrast to your skin and the brightness of your eyes. It's when he sees the train that he knows it'll be your dress.

The flowers are crafted into the hand-sewn lace with perfection. Magnolia flowers. You somehow convince the little shop owner to let you try it on. The fit is perfect without a single stitch to be made. You're heartbroken when you learn of the price. He buys it for you the next day and keeps it hidden until he's ready to tell you everything.

ooh, she got it all planned out yeah, i can see it all right now

Flowers everywhere, every surface that can manage will have flowers. The ribbons and sparkles will be understated, only meant to bring color and brightness. The flowers will be the main star of the show there. He knows exactly what it will look like, you've planned this day since high school and the ideas have barely shifted. You don't want flowers thrown down for you to walk on, you want twinkling fairy lights.

He knows that Minho will be in charge of catering the reception after, a change that was more recent as you came to know and adore him. You'll argue that is your wedding gift from Minho to you and your to-be husband. Everywhere will be reminders and tokens of your relationship with your lover, pictures hanging from the ceiling with the same twinkling lights illuminating the memories.

Felix will try to steal you for every dance he can. You'll cry during your father daughter dance, you'll cry more during the speeches. Your husband will hold you through all of it and it'll make sense why every place setting came with a small travel size package of tissues. You'll use up your own within the first hour, unable to keep from crying.

i remember the night when i almost kissed her yeah, i kinda freaked out, we've been friends for forever and i'd always wonder if she felt the same way

It's a party like any other, you and him arriving together and promising to leave together. You're spending the night at his place after this, the same agreement you always have after parties. His bed is a safe place so you're not scared of relaxing and letting loose. He won't let anything bad happen to you.

You've had almost too much to drink, surpassing your limit a while ago. He knows it's because of your breakup, because being dumped hurts you so much and makes you feel like the shittiest version of yourself. You believe that love is unconditional and that often gets you hurt.

He's got his arms around your waist, your back to his chest, swaying to whatever song is in your head. You complained it was cold outside, he had grumbled it was too hot inside and he would rather be out here with his friends. The compromise with you two is almost always like this. He wonders if you do this on purpose, just for this outcome.

You've turned your head to talk to him. He leans down to be able to hear you because even outside the music is too loud and the people are too close. He hugs you tighter to himself, worried you'll float away if he lets go. The boys give him a knowing look, he pretends to ignore them.

Your lips are right there, brushing against his cheek while you speak into his ear. You want to go home, you're tired and cold and something about wanting him all to yourself. He doesn't read into that, you've always been a little bit on the bolder side when drinking. He never holds what you say or do when drunk against you, even if he wishes he could.

He turns his head to say something but you haven't moved back. It's so close, he'd be a fool not to see the way you look at his lips and then back to his eyes. He does the same. He swears you lean in closer, he knows he does. But he's a coward when it comes to you and instead, he presses his lips to your forehead and says it's time to go home.

when i got the invite, i knew it was too late and i know her daddy's been dreadin' this day oh, but he don't know he ain't the only one givin' her away

He was the first one to know you were serious about this guy. He was the first one you told about moving in with him. He was there the day he got down on one knee and asked you the question that Seungmin has always wanted to ask. He even helped your soon-to-be-fiancé pick out the perfect ring. No one knows you better than him, so it was an obvious choice to ask for his help.

He picked out his own ring that day, something far less flashy and obvious. He carries it in his pocket all the time, thumb brushing over the soft velvet bag whenever he's nervous. Never a box, that was too obvious and too hard to keep hidden from you. If he couldn't keep the ring in the bag then it was around his neck where it would be safe always. Eventually he just kept it there, guessing it was easier. He doesn't admit that it's because the understated diamond ring sits next to his heart when he does.

Before all of that, he was there when your boyfriend asked for permission to marry you. The man had asked him, of all people, for the privilege to marry you. Your dad was quick to give his blessing, only wanting his daughter to be happy. Seungmin had forced a smile and clapped the man on the back. Teases him like any other time and jokes that he doesn't need permission because you love him.

i'll wear my black suit, black tie, hide out in the back i'll do a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask i'll try to make it through without cryin' so nobody sees

Your picture perfect wedding was always going to have your best friend right next to you on that day, his silent and warm support keeping you on your feet. He would be there to encourage you and hold your hand if you needed. He would be there to hand you tissues he always had on him because he was tired of his shirt getting snot on it. He'd tease you with silent looks, making it hard to hold back your laughter if you were to catch his eye.

He pictures it differently now, at a distance rather than up close. On the outside looking in. The hole he leaves will be filled in, the space shaped for him will eventually mold to fit someone better.

yeah, she wanna get married but she don't wanna marry me

He watched you that night, when your boyfriend was down on one knee and holding out that very ring. He touches the one around his neck, hand dropping to his side when you look around at those watching. It's Christmas so everyone is here. All your shared friends, your family, your boyfriend's family even made it in for the surprise. A glutton for his own punishment, he'd help keep you out of the house just long enough for your future in-laws to arrive and get settled.

The proposal was beautiful. He was the right amount of nervous and elated, cheeks pink and ears burning. Down on one knee, he could only look at you and you could only look for Seungmin. With the smallest of nods, encouraging you to go for it, you finally gave the most anticipated answer. Everyone cheered but Seungmin wiped at the tears on his cheeks. Right then he knows you're going to make a beautiful bride.

bet she got on her dress now, welcomin' the guests now i could try to find her, get it off of my chest now but i ain't gonna mess it up, so i'll wish her the best now

He doesn't need to be there to know you're beautiful. No matter what you decided to wear, what colors you picked or what flowers you might be holding walking down the aisle. He knows you'll have that glow about you, the kind of shine that makes you brighter than the sun and more beautiful than any constellation in the sky.

He received the invitation months before the date, put it on the fridge at eye level so every day he could be reminded of it. A taunt to himself as he stared at the embossed page. Little magnolia flowers hidden in the cream paper.

He wonders who picked the date, if it means anything important to you both or if it was something that just worked out that way. It's a beautiful day out, the sun burned away the Spring's morning fog and the dew drops have left the greenery looking clean and sparkling.

You're wearing the dress, the perfect dress. He doesn't answer your questions about it. He didn't even give it to you in person, instead handing it off to your aunt in order for her to give it to you. It's stupid of him to assume you won't remember that night all that time ago. You never confronted him about the gift but he's happy to see that you're wearing your perfect dress on your perfect day.

so i'm in my black suit, black tie, hidin' out in the back doing a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask i'll try to make it through without cryin' so nobody sees

He can't help but think that maybe he's dressed for a funeral. Laying to rest the love he has for you. Saying goodbye to his friendship with you, only he's the only attendee. He never can, he never will, but he'll try. He's the last to arrive, slipping into the back of the small crowd just before the vows start. He can't help but notice you're missing someone on your side, the numbers uneven.

Right, you always joked he would be your Man of Honor. Why didn't you have a cousin stand it or one of your other friends? He feels guilt that you'll have this gap there in your memories because of him.

yeah, she gonna get married but she ain't gonna marry me

There's no crunch of leaves or snapping of a twig that gives away his premature departure. There's no signal or sign or dramatic reveal that your best friend did show up, that he silently wished you all the happiness he could never provide, that he came to say his goodbyes.

His get away car is ready for him, Hyunjin waiting patiently for his friend to do what he needed and drive away. His bags are in the back, his one-way plane ticket to the other side of the world is freshly printed and tucked into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. Jeongin already has the keys to the apartment for him to move into over the weekend. He sold his car yesterday to pay for the ticket and his phone has been disconnected as of this morning.

At the end of the dusty dirt road, where the magnolia trees and the songbirds provide the perfect backdrop, he leaves his heart with you.

"Are you sure about this?"

It takes him a long time to answer. Hyunjin is patient, waiting for the final decision from his friend. Seungmin sits in silence, watching the road as if he's waiting for you to come running at him, like you even knew he was there.

You'll be happy with Chan, he'll give you everything Seungmin was always too afraid of. By the time his plane is in the air you'll have sealed your vows with a kiss and having your first dance as husband and wife. Soon the heartbreak of knowing he wasn't there will ease and you'll be okay.

"No- but I have a flight to catch."

⎯⎯ END NOTES: so this was meant to be a fic for @astraystayyh but i totally went the other direction with the fic idea that sahar shared because i just thrive on making other people cry i guess???? anyway i hope you enjoyed the fic and maybe i'll make the other version soon! and maybe if someone wants a different ending or part two or something i may be convinced to write it.

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[fancycolours]

Details I just had to share about both of the Chicago concerts I went to! 💜

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The April 11th Chicago concert (AKA the special Chicago concert...)

I took a shuttle to get to the concert venue and the shuttle driver told me that Chicago’s crew members were staying at the same hotel that I was at. So cool! Before actually going into the concert venue, I went to a bar next door and just hung out there to pass the time by. The owner of the bar ended up pulling up some Chicago songs on YouTube and played them for me. How sweet of him. He was like “Got to get you ready for the show tonight!” So, I jammed out for a bit and then headed over to the venue and waited to be let in. And you’ll never believe what happened... All the tour buses were parked out front and then out comes the band!!! Guess who happened to walk past me first?! ROBERT FREAKING LAMM. ASDFGHJK. He looked right at me! And we both said hi to each other. And then after him came Lee! I also got to say hi to him too! They’re the only two that said anything! The others just walked by without a single word. They had to get into the venue to prep for the VIP portion. (Which I took part in!) Eventually me and the other people that were waiting got let in and we got to check in with the VIP host! He handed out lanyards and “swag bags” which had some merch in them! The host complimented me and said that he loved my Chicago pins! After that we all got in line and headed backstage! The backstage area was super tiny. Then one by one everybody got to go onstage and take photos with the band!!! Once it was my turn I went to stand in between Jimmy and Robert. Lee was directly behind us, and he asked me how I was doing. There were like three people taking photos of us! They used cellphones and a camera. After that, Jimmy talked to me a bit and he said, “Have fun tonight!” I thanked him and told him that it was nice to meet him. (I brought my mom with me, and she joined in for a couple photos with us as well.) Once she came over, she stood next to Jimmy, and I moved closer to Robert! I wrapped my arm around his back and once I did that, I could hear an audible “Ooooh!” behind us. It was Lee! haha! He knew what was up! I didn’t get a hug from Robert unfortunately; it just wasn’t in the cards. But hey! I wrapped my arm around him, so there’s that, I guess. (Just want to say that our height difference is so freaking adorable! I can’t get over it! I come right up to his shoulder!) After those bunch of photos, I told Robert that it was nice to meet him and then I walked away. He wasn’t very talkative during the “photo shoot”. I don’t blame him. Most of the band didn’t say anything. They just wanted to get it over with and play the show! Ok now, Show time! For this show I had front row seats!!! Smack dab in the center!!! I was so close to the guys! omg! Like almost right up in their faces! During the show all of them made eye contact with me at one point or another. Jimmy pointed at me and winked. lol. At one point I gave him a thumbs up and he gave me one back! Robert was at the front of the stage approximately three times during the concert. At the end of “Beginnings” he normally throws one guitar pick out at every show... but at this show that wasn’t the case... He looked directly at me and threw a handful of guitar picks right in my direction. Everyone in the front row scrambled out to grab some. Between my mom and I we both managed to get seven picks! We asked a few people around us if they got one or if they wanted one. They were all set, so I kept all the ones we got! So flipping amazing! Ok now, fast forward to the last few songs!! Every single person was up on their feet and dancing! Quite a few ran up to the foot of the stage to be even closer to the guys!! I luckily managed to secure a spot up there too!! Had even more interactions with the guys during that part. Got to give Jimmy a high five for one! The horn section, Eric (the bass player), and Tony (the guitar player) all came over to our side and played for us. During “25 or 6 to 4″ Tony played a replica of Terry Kath’s beloved Fender Telecaster! (With all the stickers included!) He knelt down right in front of us as he was playing the solo. That was wicked cool. Alright now, final bow time! After they took their final bow the majority of them lingered onstage for a bit. Lee walked over and I got to shake his hand! And then Robert came over and I got to give him a fist bump! At least I got that too! Once the guys exited the stage, we hung around a bit more. I randomly looked under the chairs and lo and behold I saw yet another guitar pick! So, I of course grabbed it! I ended up with eight guitar picks in total! An even number! huzzah! On the front of the picks, there’s the band logo and then on the back there’s Robert’s name! SO YEAH! I GOT EIGHT GUITAR PICKS FROM ROBERT HIMSELF! I’m so over the moon about it! haha! The fact that everybody else just grabbed one each... and I grabbed as many as I could. pffffft. I deserve them though! I think we can all agree! I’m gonna cherish those forever and ever! Man, I never wanted the show to end! I LOVED being that close to them! So glad I got to experience that! And would I do the VIP thing again?! Absolutely! 

The April 12th Chicago concert...

For this show I had 6th row seats off to the right side of the stage. Still pretty close to the guys! The thing was that there were speakers piled up at the sides of the stage so when Robert was playing his keyboard, he was hidden behind them, and I couldn't see him at all. (Only when he came out to the front of the stage with his keytar I could!) At one point this lady and her husband in our row ended up moving a few rows closer so they could be with their friends. Obviously, the seats near their friends were either no shows or weren't purchased at all. Anyway, once they moved down, my mom and I moved over to the left a few seats. And then I was able to see Robert perfectly! Love how this worked out honestly! This theater was kind of set up a bit weird compared to the first theater we went to. And also, it was really hot in there. No A.C. The band were getting really warm up there and we could see them talking about it to each other. Also, there were a few technical difficulties at this show. Mainly the microphones volume being too low. And at the start of the show Robert's keytar wasn't working properly, so one of the crew members rushed out and fixed it right there as he was still playing it! All these minor things didn't prevent the guys from putting on an amazing show as they always do. They just kept on with it! Tony and Eric threw out quite a few guitar picks during this show compared to the first! And then when it was Robert's turn to throw out a pick after “Beginnings” he actually didn't this time! I was surprised. It looked like he was going to (He even pointed at someone), but there was nothing in his hands. At this venue there was a pit in front of the stage with three rows in it. So, at the end of the show, all of us that were a bit further back couldn't get to the foot of the stage. But I'm fine with that. I got to do that at the first show. We still stood up during the same songs we did at the first show too. Then when it came to the final bow, most of the band just waved at the fans, and didn't really linger for too long. No handshakes, high fives, or fist bumps. They just wanted to get the heck out of there! Again, I don't blame them. However, here's the cool thing! Eric stayed out a little bit longer. He still had his bass guitar wrapped around him. Anyway, he looked directly at me all the way back in the 6th row! And then he threw a guitar pick right in my direction! It was a very good throw too! It made it all the way back, but it landed on the chair in front of me. There were still people standing in that row as well, but none of them noticed the pick landing or him throwing it for that matter. Once all those people left, I went down to the row in front of me and grabbed the pick! At that point it was on the floor. Seriously surprised no one noticed that. It was truly meant for me though! 100 percent. My mom and I hung around a bit after that. We were standing by the side door and out popped one of Chicago's crew members/the VIP host from the first show. He said “Hey, I remember you guys from last night! How'd you like the show?” We told him we had a great time at both. After that little chat, my mom and I ventured over to the left side of the theater to see if we could spot any of Tony's guitar picks. (Because who knows if anyone got them or not. Turns out that they must have. Ah well. I now have a goal to get one of Tony's picks so I can complete my set. I've got two pretty good chances coming up. Here's hoping. If not, that's more than alright. I have eight Robert Lamm picks (from the first show!) And one Eric Baines pick (from the second show!) I scored big time! Literally!) Ok, now on our way back to our hotel, we drove past the tour buses! There were some people standing outside of them and we saw Loren (the other keyboardist) and Lee enter a bus. As soon as they did, they started chowing down on some food. I saw Loren shove noodles in his mouth. lol. It was just cool to see them in the bus. Kind of like a little behind the scenes thing. Ray (the saxophonist) was the next one that was going to enter the bus, but he was chatting with someone before he did. At that point we had to keep driving. I really wish we could have attempted to hang outside by the buses, but I don't know if that would've ended well. At least I got to see a couple of them get into one. I just thought that was neat. 

#lexie lamm talks #here it is! ✨ hope y'all enjoy! :D #I apologize for how long this is! omg lol! #I just really had to go into detail as you can see!

[twopoppies]

the thing with these leaks is that often the lyrics are so direct. in a way, it’s kind of amazing to see how harry changed his writing style, but every time a new leak drops everyone is like “omg this should have been on hs1” and i can’t help but think that it wouldn’t really fit on hs1. this new snippet that we got, the words are something like “don’t ask me to talk about it, i don’t wanna talk” and maybe it’s unfair to say this when we don’t know what the full song sounds like, but compare with some hs1 songs which are so laced with metaphors, and i don’t think it mixes well together. take kiwi for example: “she worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes/hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect” “it’s new york, baby, always jacked up/ holland tunnel for a nose, it’s always backed up” harry sets a scene in this song, and he does so by using metaphors and it’s basically poetry at this point. and if you don’t think about it, if you don’t work your way through the meaning behind the surface of the song, maybe you’ll never have an idea of what it’s about. and even when you do have an idea, you’re hardly ever 100% sure, because the lyrics are just that infused with second meanings in between the lines. and this happens in every single hs1 song. god, i love the lyrics “broke a finger knocking on your bedroom door/ i got splinters in my knuckles crawling across the floor” because it’s dramatic and it wants to be dramatic and it says “i knocked so hard on your door it hurt, but you didn’t answer, and i’m on my knees for you, i am crazy about you.” but the way he says it is poetic, not literal, and to me, that’s the beauty of hs1, that’s why it’s so lyrically unique. and it’s a very Harry Thing, these secretive lyrics that you hear, you understand, but you’re just not sure what they mean, because even though his lyrics style changed on Fine Line and on Harry’s House, it’s still got double meaning. take sunflower vol 6 for example, take daylight and grapejuice for example. harry is the best at saying things without actually saying them, and that’s why when we get these leaks which sometimes have such object and direct lyrics, i can’t help but think that maybe they don’t fit well with hs1.

that it not to mean i don’t appreciate these leaked songs and snippets. we should get a specific album just with those, because they are all special and awesome in their own way. harry just can’t help being a talented king ✨

Hi sweetheart. I can’t really say much about this particular leak since there are only a couple of sentences in the snippet we heard, but I very much agree with what you say about his writing style in general.

I tend to think he wrote this latest one around the same time as Complicated Freak, Medicine, Baby Honey etc just because it has a similar vibe. But I agree, his subsequent songwriting has gotten more and more poetic and metaphor driven. I love it.

#hs1 leak #songwriter harry

[freddieraimbow74]

17 March 1977 - Circus Magazine published the following article

“Freddie Mercury Joins the Bigtime: What It’s Like to Lead the British Touring Pack”

Back in the old days, we were often compared to Led Zeppelin. If we did something with harmony, it was the Beach Boys. Something heavy was Led Zeppelin. Robert Plant was always my favourite singer-and he’s said nice things about me, you know. He actually said he liked “Killer Queen”. We were always a sitting target in the press because we became popular so quickly. But, you know, we spent two years putting our act together. It destroys the soul to hear that you’re all hype, that you have no talent, and that your whole career has been contrived. I was never too keen on the British music press. They’ve called us a supermarket hype, and they used to suggest that we didn’t write our own songs. When the whole point of Queen was to be original.

I’m the first to accept fair criticism. But the dishonest reviews-where people haven’t done their homework-I just tear them up. I do get annoyed when up-and-coming journalists put themselves above the artist. I don’t care what journalists say, we achieved our own identity after QUEEN II. As for the Beach Boys or Led Zeppelin comparisons: it’s the combination of all those influences which means Queen. We were disliked by the press in the early days because they couldn’t put their finger on us, and that was the case with Zeppelin as well.

A lot of people slammed “Bohemian Rhapsody”, but who can you compare that to? Name one group that’s done an operatic single. You know, we were adamant that “Bohemian Rhapsody” would be a hit in its entirety. We have been forced to make compromises, but cutting up a song will never be one of them.

We’va always put our neck on the line. We’re fussy and finnicky and have very high standards. If a song can’t be done properly, we’d rather it isn’t done at all. We’re the fussiest band in the world, and we put so much loving into every album. We’re a very expensive group; we break a lot of rules. It’s unheard of to combine opera with a rock theme, my dear. And, we have no such things as a budget anymore. Our manager freaks when we show him the bill. We’re lavish to the bone, but all our money goes back into the product. We’ve gone overboard on every Queen album. But that’s Queen. If people said, “The new album sounds just like Night At The Opera”, I’d give up. Wouldn’t you?

After Sheer Heart Attack, we realized we’d estabilished ourselves. We felt that there were no barriers, no restrictions. A Night At The Opera featured every sound from tuba to a comb. Nothing is out of bounds. Every molecule of Day At The Races-every iota-is us. No session men. We don’t try to reproduce that onstage.

We’ve been slagged in the press for our flamboyant stage show. We think a show should be a spectacle. A concert is not a live rendition of our album. It’s a theatrical event.

In the early days, we just wore black onstage. Very bold, my dear. Then we introduced white, for variety, and it simply grew and grew. “Stone Cold Crazy” was the first song Queen ever performed onstage.

I have fun with my clothes onstage; it’s not a concert you’re seeing, it’s a fashion show. I dress to kill, but tastefully. My nail polish? I used to use Biba, now I use Miners. One coat goes on really smooth.

If we’re weird onstage, I don’t know what you’d call the Tubes. We’re a bit flashy, but the music’s not one big noise. I think we’re sophisticated. I like the cabaretish sort of thing. In fact, one of my early inspirations came from Cabaret. I absolutely adore Liza Minnelli, she’s a total wow. The way she delivers her songs-the sheer energy. The way the lights enhance every movement of the show. I think you can see similarities in the excitement and energy of a Queen show. It’s now Glamrock, you see; we’re in the showbusiness tradition.

The lavish presentation appeals to me, and I’ve got to convince the others. You don’t know how I had to fight for “Big Spender” on the last tour. We row about everything, even about the air we breath. We’re the bitchiest band on earth, darling. We’re at each other’s throats. One night Roger ws in a foul mood and he threw his entire bloody drumset across the stage. The thing only just missed me -I might have been killed. Yes, we’re all very highly strung. Once, Roger squirted Brian in the face with hairspray in a tiny, staming dressing room. They nearly came to blows. We’ve all got massive egos, my dear. The others don’t like my interviews. And frankly, I don’t care much of theirs. I’m very emotional; I think I may go mad in several years’ time.

People think I’m an ogre, you know. Onstage, I am a devil. But I’m hardly a social reject. My parents were very strict, actually. I was born in Zanzibar, September 5, 1946. My father was a civil servant. I learned to fend for myself in boarding school. All the bullying-I had the odd schoolmaster chasing at me. I was considered the arch poof. I’ve had my share of schoolboy pranks. That’s as much as I’ll divulge. I got my diploma from Ealing College of Art, in graphics and illustration. You know, I designed the Queen crest. I simply combined all the creatures that represent our star signs-and I don’t even believe in astrology. I think my melodies are superior to my lyrics. “Death On Two Legs” was the most vicious lyric I ever wrote. It’s so vindictive that Brian felt bad singing it. I don’t like to explain what I was thinking when I wrote a song. I think that’s awful, just awful. When I’m dead, I want to be remembered as a musician of some worth and substance.

Years ago, I thought up the name Queen. It’s just a name. But it’s regal, obviously, and sounds splendid. I like to be surrounded by splendid things. I like to browse around art galleries, but I’m a hard-working lad and I never have the time. I bought a house in London which I’d only seen in photographs. I know that’s absurd, but I had no time to go house-hunting. And I needed a place to move my furniture and clothes. I want to lead the Victorian life, surrounded by exquisite clutter.

I’m not into business at all. I’m hopeless with money; I simply spend what I’ve got. I guess I’ve always lived the glamorous life of a star. It’s nothing new-I used to spend down to the last dime. Now I’ve got money. I always knew I was a star.

And now, the rest of the world seems to agree with me.

The pictures are featured in this article ♥️

#freddie mercury #queen band #j’adore #brian may #roger taylor #jhon deacon #music #original character

[lunesprite]

GiTM Characters - as Tom Cardy Songs

A Good Enough Tm List.

Hello and welcome to a very silly list I decided to make this morning. It is now a full 12 hours later and my vision must be shared. 

Tom Cardy is fantastic, and even without this silly list, I do think y'all should check him out! But keep in mind, a lot of these songs are suggestive/NSFW for various reasons, so maybe put in some headphones first. 

Also, I make these silly suggestions, every single one of them, out of immense love for these characters, so if one seems mean… I am ragging on them. I am pulling on their rays in the playground or whatever. 

I love each and every one of them, scouts honor. And with that out of the way….

Wonderful @/venomous-qwille's Ghost in the Machine Cast - specifically as Tom Cardy songs only.

Part 1: I Will Not Be Taking Feedback I Am Correct: 

Clip.exe: Red Flags

I love Clip.exe so so much it is unreal. He's a freak /endlessly affectionate. If i am feeling particularly silly with him, then i can offer a second for young, baby Clip: Monster Truck. Either way, I am kissing him.

Sanii: Hot Shit

He is. I would pay an inconceivable amount of money to see this. I want to see him performing this in a silly glittering red jacket to try and cheer Misuta up.

Nova: The Ballad of Smokin' Joe Rudeboy

This beautiful, perfect man. Important context: Fool is singing it, narrating our wonderful tale, and Nova is performing his ass off and having a blast. He is wearing a cowboy hat and yes, one of his rays is sticking through it. I love Nova. I am kissing him right on his face.

Noon: Artificial Intelligence

He would sing this song and you wouldn't even need to ask him to.

y/n: Repress it!

Look at that, we get a song too. :) Almost forgot to, tbh.

Part 2: I Got My Reasons:

Soleil: Read Between the Lines

Can I picture him singing it? No. I will not pretend. There are certain lines, however, I absolutely can. He very nearly falls into the 'Didn't Wanna Leave Anybody Out' category, but I just. I needed to manifest this.

Fool: Perception Check

You know, I don't think I need to explain this one.

Sunspot: My Secret Shame

Oh darling Spot, it might very well be there's another song that fits you better, but imagining this one, which is so sweet and harmless but absolutely on point for something that WOULD be his shame, made me almost break down laughing at work.

Misuta: All the Stupid Things I've Ever Done

:)

Sandman: Level Clear!

Sandy is kind of riding the line between this category and the next, but like. I give him this one because I cannot wait to see what this little man has going on, and I really wonder what his life has been like! I just know there's trauma under that hat.

Harvest: About 8 hours

There was another song here but this was a late suggestion that I realized was simply. Too correct.

Part 3: I Didn't Wanna Leave Anybody Out and By This Point I Was Invested And Too Proud to Back Down (I Will Take Cardy Suggestions Here):

This section is particularly silly. 

Ruin: Love Language

The angle. I confess: I forGOT them. I am a fake fan. But I come with a secondary song for Ruin.

Call your Mother (just links now because there is a 10 video limit woopsie): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AV5HKWRMyAY

Profanity aside - and the funniness of imagining Influencer Ruin - I think this is about as accurate as this section gets.

Part 4: JK i backed down instantly

Sunflower & Sombra

I had to admit defeat with these two. I don't think there is one by Tom Cardy that fits Sunflower, but I know so little about her I... As for Sombra, I did have a joke one but later (right now) accepted I also know very little about him. I toss in my hat on these two, I have done my best. 😔

I also debated an extra song for Nova - and a particularly silly one for Sol - but I thought I should cut myself off before I lost myself completely in the sauce. I suppose it works out, since I ran out of video embeds (oops).

Thank you for attending this uh. Post? Yes.

#gitm au #what on EARTH do i tag this as #crowstalks #crow links a ton of very silly songs #ghost in the machine #god do i tag everyone? ... no #Youtube

[acaplaya-musings]

Voiceplay Visuals: Moana Medley

For the second part of this series of mine, we're going with Voiceplay's most popular video on YouTube (and Facebook) ever: their Moana Medley! Released on the 19th of August, 2017 (just a few days shy of Geoff's 37th birthday), it currently has over 44 million views on Youtube, and it truly is impressive in its arrangement and vocal performance. But I'm not here to talk about vocals, I'm here to talk about the visual stuff! So let's go!

Group shot! I love how Rachel is wearing a cute red(?) tropical dress, and the others... barely even try with their outfits 😂

Layne is wearing long pants (or three-quarters at least), but he's at least wearing a "surf Cali" shirt, so there was at least some thought in it. Earl I will allow, as he's just kinda got Beach vibes here ngl (I think it's at least partially the hair). Eli kinda looks more like he's ready to go play golf, and Geoff is wearing a hoodie! Geoff, dude... 😅

I was thinking about this video a while ago and was like "wait, who did J play again?" and then I had to remind myself "oh right, this was before he had become a full-time member (for about 3 or 4 years) (but after Tony left the group to focus more on Pattycake Productions and behind-the-scenes stuff)

Kind of a lucky coincedence that this video was the one that introduced a lot of people to Voiceplay (before Oogie Boogie's Song at least), since they actually tell you in the video who everyone is and who they're representing from the movie.

"How many pounds of sand did we use to create our fake beach?" Voiceplay asks in the description. I don't know, but i'm guessing Quite A Lot.

Consider the COCONUT! (the WHAT?) Consider its treeeee!

(Voiceplay assured fans via video description that no coconuts were harmed in the filiming of this video 😋)

I said in another post that I was really tempted to do a thing studying the way Geoff's hair has changed over time and the various styles it has taken, and screw it, I'm doing it via this series! And this is what I mean by it:

A quick trace over a screencap (using a drawing app I have on my laptop), plus a few colour-picks from his hair (because I swear the shade of brown changes a lot just from the lighting alone). Anyway, we continue onwards!

Shoutout to Geoff's expression on "that's right!" from the opening song, Where You Are, love this boy

Who did the waves? Was that Kathy? (She's done puppeteering for other videos, such as Get Back Up Again). It's very cute, love the dedication

Rachel as Moana? Yeah nah yeah you don't say! 😂

"HEY!"

(Okay yes a lot of this is just going to be me pointing out amusing moments, but Voiceplay really know how to be funny, and I'm having fun, so eh)

Eli is underrated when it comes to comedic moments tbh, and also the king of Eyebrow Game (Geoff's a close second)

Well that answers my question about Earl's upper arm tattoo from the This Is Halloween video, anyway! (I.e. it is apparently real)

Layne was in charge of both the music arrangement and the video for this cover, so like, did he cast himself as Hei Hei? 😂 He could have been "Mini Maui", who is another nonspeaking character, but would have made more sense for his singing/rapping bit, but hey, don't get me wrong, I'm not criticizing! He makes a great Hei Hei 😁

(Also the fact that Layne's character card thing is orange, and this was before he earned the title of Carrot Lord! The foreshadowing!)

Geoff just deadpan handing a coconut to Layne, love that (also what is it with Voiceplay and nearly every single video screencap looking like a great Draw The Squad/Tag Yourself prompt? 😂

"Get the hook! Geddit?"

Geoff with not-yet-shoulder-length hair (i.e. Younger Geoff) is a different vibe to long-haired Geoff honestly. I very much love him as he is today, of course I do, but I still very much enjoy him here too <3

It's a freaking crime that they cut away from Geoff on the "I can't" part of the "I'll never hide, I can't, I'm too shiny!" line tbh /j

Geoff wears a watch a lot in videos (and since the last few years at least, he usually has something on the other wrist too), but for this video he apparently decided to not wear a more regular black or brown watch, and instead went with something a lot more, well, Shiny! (low-key drama queen vibes ngl, love that for him)

The "Know Who You Are" section is absolutely beautiful in every single way, 10/10, no notes

Love Rachel's dancing, she's a brilliant performer, both on mic and in front of the camera!

This might not be one of the biggest displays of "hey check out what I/we can do!" for any of the Voiceplay members out of all their videos, when it comes to vocal ranges and stuff, but it's still a great one to watch, and I'm happy that it did so well on social media! It's got the playfulness and silliness that has always been and continues to be part of Voiceplay's overall "brand", while still being a really good production and arrangement.

#voiceplay #acapella #geoff castellucci #eli jacobson #layne stein #earl elkins #earl elkins jr #rachel potter #moana #moana medley #acaplaya analysis #voiceplay visuals

[felixcatton]

Hello ma’am ☀️ 👋🏻 😌

Having watched djats (I blame u), I’d love to hear about your fav parts of the show and book - bonus points if they’re not in the book and show! (Of course if you feel inclined to share! 😊)

I'M SO HAPPY YOU WATCHED, i'll gladly take the blame 😁 i'll keep it to things that aren't in the book or in the show, orrrrr just things that i just think were executed way better in one rather than the other!

the book:

this is more just something that i thought wasn't executed as well in the show, but... karen. like everything about karen. i loooove suki waterhouse, but much preferred karen in the book. the show tried sorta, but she felt watered down. among other reasons, i have... Complicated feelings about karengraham and like 90% of her scenes were with graham. in the book, she was my third favourite character and i loved her entire arc.

i was skimming the book the other day and i was so struck by how MUCH there is about teddy and billy working on aurora together. i love that their dynamic was like a father/son, yes, but also such a musical partnership. there's such an ease to their work together, like musical soulmates. they were such a tight, exclusive unit that it's like yeah no wonder the band hated you 😭 but i loved it<3

on that same note, i did love billy and teddy going back and rerecording so much of the album behind everyone's backs. and i obviously just mean that in the sense that i simply can't help but enjoy an annoying rude tyrannical little control freak character and i especially enjoy watching those traits destroy all of their relationships. and this particular thing factored so heavily into the band's resentments and ultimate break-up that i was surprised the show didn't include it other than eddie throwing in a single line about it in the last episode. the show obv already has ample examples of billy being an asshole in this way, but this specifically was a real stand-out moment in the book to me.

daisy's general motherhood arc, which IS obviously a part of the show, and i do like the way it was done in the show; i just really, really loved how a hope like you was explicitly about that in the book.

a hope like you on snl!!!!! the idea of them doing a stripped down, intimate performance right at the time that daisy feels most vulnerable with him, and everyone going so crazy for it that they have to try to recreate it at every show. and with a song that is SO vulnerable to her, a song that she admits is about him but is on a much larger scale about her wish to become a mother, to be the kind of woman who could be a good mother, like the kind of woman he married. and how singing this particular song with him in this particular way becomes actually torturous. it was such a choice. this part, particularly the last paragraph, is just insane.

the show:

daisybilly actually kissing. not once, not twice, but three times. like, thank god.

SIMONE AND BERNIE 💖🧡💕💓💝💗💞❤️💘

playing up daisy's mommy issues was such a good choice. their phone call in episode 10 was a highlight of the whole show for me.

okay i'm an eddie hater and wish it could've been done with someone else (although i get why it was eddie, it definitely added to the eddie/billy rivalry, or rather the eddie/billy rivalry that eddie wishes existed) but i am happy that camila got an explicit cheating plot. like she needed that. we all needed that.

this is a really little scene but it's kind of a big one when you compare it to the book. billy and camila talking about having another child but then never having one, considering they already had three kids at that point in the book. like... what an interesting scene lmao. but also how he reacts the exact same way to camila bringing up another baby as he did to daisy bringing up another album. it’s a lot.

billy's relapse and camila leaving him in episode 10. not just because i thought it was nice to see camila actually say "enough is enough" but because i was glad to see both of them forced to confront everything and realize that just saying "everything is fine" does not, in fact, make everything fine. and that billy was white-knuckling his sobriety! i was happy to see that actually fully acknowledged. the fact that he actually goes back to rehab and stays in therapy afterwards and how that's really the only reason they were able to stay together and make it work, while in the book they just never talk about it ever and are like "we prefer it this way actually" (which is hilarious and so, so crazy like book!camilabilly will forever be so fascinating to me, i want to study their brains). for the show, i thought that was a really satisfying conclusion that imo made it clear that the rest of their marriage really was happy, even if still surely complicated™️

#anti edmila #anti emila #whatever the hell they're called 😭 #long post #daisy jones & the six #answered #asmoonlightthroughthepines

[faithinlouisfuture]

I started to type all of this on the night of my show but literally passed out in the middle, cuz I had been up for 23 hours at that point! Today was my flight back home. It feels surreal that I saw him just day before yesterday (yesterday for me if you account for all the time zone differences) and now I’m back in my bed thousands of miles away 😭 Literally feels like a fever dream! To get to the point though (and you know this is about to get insanely long cuz who am I if not a rambler?)

First and foremost HE IS NEVER EVER BEATING THE SUN ALLEGATIONS!!! I had been in Istanbul for a week before the show day, and the weather had been cool and cloudy and it had even rained on and off, come concert day the SUN came out in full force!!! It was the sunniest it had been all week! He literally just carries the sunshine with him 😭

About the show itself; OMG!!! I have watched every single livestream from Dallas to Mexico City n3 but nothing could have prepared me for Louis in real life. Seeing him with my own two eyes makes him even more unreal if that’s possible. He’s literally impossibly beautiful. He radiates. He’s everything! HIS VOICE. It’s so pretty 😭 it’s wind chimes on a sea side resort, it’s hummingbirds in a serene jungle, it’s gritty when it needs to be and soft when it needs to be and I just… I’m speechless but I also want to write multiple essays on the topic! If only I was eloquent enough! Livestreams truly cannot capture the real quality of it, even though he sounds so beautiful on those too, but in person it’s just, there’s this quality to it, like dripping honey and so effortlessly cool.

God he was so happy and babie!!! Ngl I was hoping I’d get a slutty Louis show but OMG he was so so so happy and babie and cheeky! And he looked so good I can’t even explain. I absolutely loved the top he wore for the show! 😍 he had the most beautiful wispy hair situation going on, his skin looked so unreal and beautiful, his tattoos in real life 😭😭😭 His bone structure!!! How is that even possible?!? The royal peach?!? EXCUSE ME SIR! With that waist, and the way he holds himself! And moves his delicate hands and pops that hip sometimes. His smile!!! It lit up the entire place!!! HIS EYES!!! like they literally sparkle like actual gems 😭 I just could go on and on and on times infinity!

It took me about 4 songs to notice that Matt wasn’t even there cuz I couldn’t peel my eyes away from Louis. (I may have peeled them away for a few seconds to oggle at Michael though - GOOD GOD. That man is hot! I have some Michael content to post too!)

And I know that so many people have already mentioned this fact before but omg his stage presence. He owns the entire space. There were tens of thousands of people there, and the crowd was insanely rowdy but the second he hits that stage - he commands every iota of your attention. The way he prowls the entire stage, at times bunny hopping, and makes sure to go to every corner, and interact with every section! Mr. Pointy Fingers as always, pointing at signs, flipping people off, being his cheeky adorable self! It was an EXPERIENCE™ seeing it all live 😭 I will never forget, I want it all tattooed on the inside of eyelids! And I truly hope that every single louie gets to experience it for themselves!

Seems like he’s gonna stick to the San Juan set list for the Asian leg. (I tried to include my track by track rambling on the show in this post but tumblr said I dont think so cuz apparently I exceeded the word limit allowed for one post 🫣 so I guess I’ll make a separate post for that even if just for myself. Cuz I want to remember it all)!

TRULY AN EXPERIENCE OF A LIFETIME. And I’m so glad that I got to share it with other solos 🤍 So glad to have met both of you in person Max & Vee! @fearlesspuff @sunshinebinx and so so thankful to have had you there throughout the waiting line torture and the gate entrance madness and then the after show freaking out! Hope we can attend future Louis concerts together some day too! x

#ltwt22: istanbul #louies at ltwt22 #this time it’s me #I’m louies 😭😭😭 #how did I ever get so lucky?!? #ltwt22 #MY SHOW #ltwt22: Louis x Emmy #louis tomlinson

[dollarbin]

Shakey Sundays #9:

Eldorado

Neil Young permanently separated himself from every other 60's era white male musician in a single rage-filled, screaming stomp in late 1988. In true Shakey style that moment was initially only available on CD in Japan.

His screaming separation from all things Mick, Bob, Van, Eric and Stephen occurs halfway through Don't Cry, the second song on his Japan-only EP Eldorado. There's plenty of hints that the moment is coming: the first track, Cocaine Eyes, features the most violent and frantic, dying-fish-on-a-line, guitar Young had played up to that point in his outrageous life, and the first half of Don't Cry, including its initial guitar solo, delivers more of the same.

But nothing can prepare any of us, even 35 years later, for what occurs at the opening of the second solo, seconds after the 3 minute mark.

Behold:

Neil Young was not much of a screamer before that moment. When it was time for intensity he tended to turn on his wind machines and do all the freaking out through his guitar, Old Black.

But I'm here to argue that the scream at 3:04 in Don't Cry is vital to the Neil Young story; it's a culminating moment prior to, and necessary for, real catharsis, a moment when the totality of one's anxiety and angst overcomes the sufferer, leaving them with no recourse but naked terror and rage.

Most of us experience such moments privately. I've definitely screamed in a parked car my fair share of times, every muscle in my body contorted and swelling; but the windows have been rolled fully up and I've been away from my coworkers, my family and my cat when it happened. Afterwards, nothing has changed in a practical sense, but I've felt better, already on a path back to reasonableness, and glad no one other than me witnessed the wild strain of it all.

Neil Young had plenty to scream about in 88: he had two children suffering from Cerebral Palsy, one of whom could not speak or walk because of it; he'd spent nearly a decade in creative turmoil; plus he'd recently made a record with Stephen Stills. A lesser human would have just suffered or given up; a normal human would have been private about it all; after all, his suffering is none of our business.

But the greatest of humans turn their suffering into art that selflessly guides the rest of us long term; they provides us a pathway from suffering to heavy love, and that's what we get immediately after Don't Cry: Heavy Love races through its chord progression, head down and chasing after more of that surging power, and we get a full dose of it in the first solo, introduced again by sonic slamming:

And then, at the song's end, before the second solo, Neil loses it altogether as he chants "my heavy love". These are some of the greatest vocals Neil has ever laid down. He's so utterly alive in these songs, so vibrant, barring his brave soul.

The title track, Eldorado, which opens Side 2 on the recently released vinyl version I've got in my own Dollar Din (that's a funny typo I just made; I think I'll leave it in...), allows Young to spin the narrative outward after all the personal risk taking on Side 1. He's got a Latin-tinged tale of drugs, bad guys and bullfighting for our consideration. It's totally awesome; Neil plays a different style of guitar here than anywhere else I can think of: he transforms his previous record's blues posturing into some sweet gringo flamenco, all of it slick and sharp after the bubbling chaos he's laid down beforehand.

But the song contains the EP's raging spirit all the same; listen to the unhinged explosiveness in the middle of the fourth and final verse. His eyes are screaming blue; his hair is red as blood!

It's telling that when it came to his next full record in 89 Young wavered: Eldorado was naked, raw and risky; was it too much? Did he need to hold back? Unsure after a decade of commercial failures, Neil listened to his co-producers; he shaved off the most terrifying an reckless moments in Don't Cry, tabled Cocaine Eyes and Heavy Love altogether, and balanced the rest of the album out with simpler, safer sounds.

The resulting record, Freedom, is a masterpiece. But it's not Eldorado. What is?

Happy Sunday everyone. I hope none of us need to pull the car over at any point today to do any screaming. Neil is ready to do it for us.

#neil young #shakey sundays #stephen stills sucks #Youtube

[checkoutmybookshelf]

Yes, Sirens are FREAKING AWESOME

Ok y'all...the plan was not to inhale this book in a single day. I'm trying to balance a few different books, so I was just gonna read a few chapters, maybe the first few hundred pages. But then I opened the book and like a siren song, I couldn't put it down. I fell into these characters, this world, and just full-on drowned in the story. Let's talk Sing Me to Sleep.

Possibly the thing I loved best about this book is Saoirse's struggle to reconcile her self with the stories society tells about sirens and the stories she tells herself. These literally do not ever match up, and Saoirse STRUGGLES with it.

Like, this poor girl has to somehow reconcile the fact that being a siren means that killing people isn't always something she can control (although she tries, and in some hella creative ways) with a fae-supremicist society (yes, you read that right--put a pin in this and we'll come back to it) that considers her species inherently monstrous and her cover identity (to avoid execution) inherently lesser. That will screw with anyone's head before we add in a lifetime of narratives we tell ourselves and the narratives our friends, families, and enemies tell us.

Oh, and Saoirse can literally taste people's emotions, so that's a whole other dimension to a complicated relationship with the self and society. Our girl can't HELP but know how people feel about her, which is going to color every narrative she hears and tells herself. To describe this as complex is underselling the hell out of it.

I also love the arc Saoirse and Rain (her adoptive little sister--this book also has adoption and found family rep) go through in the book. Saoirse is a classic overprotective older sister, and Rain--bless her--fully calls her out on that and get the time and space to prove that she doesn't need to be protected and sheltered. Supported and loved, absolutely, but not wrapped in a cocoon and isolated from life on the off chance that she could be hurt. As an oldest sister who definitely went through this arc, reading it was a delight.

In addition to our girls, we get Prince Hayes. And this boy is just...he kinda speedruns the playboy/party boy to responsible ruler material arc, but honestly that's fine, because this is Saoirse's story and he's mostly a prop love interest. A very entertaining and sweet one, but a prop love interest nonetheless. He could literally have been a royal sexy lamp and not a whole lot about the setup and stakes of the story would change, which I frankly love. Give me the focus on our girls and their arcs!

Ok, so remember that pin we put in the fae-supremicist society? Pull it on out, we're gonna need to talk about it. It's an extremely pointed reference to North American white supremacy, and honestly I appreciate that it's there, because the social structure doesn't shy away from the slippage between social and personal narratives and how state-sanctioned narratives and actions can and do lead to extremism, bigotry, violence, and the targeted murder of entire species. What makes this book a delight to read though, is that it manages to walk the line of recognizing that systemic narratives can be violent and don't just go away because leadership changes while also letting our main character genuinely grow and find her own self worth and self acceptance.

It's not all ok at the end of this book--rather the opposite in some key ways--but Saoirse has grown and learned and strengthened to face the future.

That's kind of where I'm going to leave it, because to say much more would get into spoilers and the LAST thing I want to do is spoil this book. I want you to go read it. Buy it, get it from the library, audiobook it, however you want, but READ THIS ONE, guys.

#gabi burton #sing me to sleep #siren #ya fantasy #fae #strong female protagonist #strong female lead #strong female characters #books and reading #books & libraries #books and novels #books #book recommendations

[limmastyles]

Now that we have confirmation that little freak and boyfriend were written for a fine line why in the world is Harry still putting songs about his ex girlfriend on his new album? If he’s so happy with Olivia and they were so in love as everyone else likes to claim except for him why in the world is he still Putting songs that he wrote years ago on his new album? Olivia sits in that stadium every other night and dances around songs that aren’t about her but about a woman that she creepily tries to look like. It’s very odd. If I was Olivia and I had to be at a concert multiple times a week where my “boyfriend” is singing songs about another girl and on his new album there are multiple songs that are about her and none of them are about me I would be fucking pissed. If I was Olivia and I am talking about how in love I am with someone and how I want to keep our relationship private and how I didn’t leave my fiancé of 10 years who is your two kids with for this man and he turns around and in the same interview claims that he’s never been in a public relationship I would be fucking pissed. if I was Olivia and every single day I am subjected to hate, abuse, and ridicule and vitriol from my boyfriends Fanbase to the point where I can’t post my kids on social media because they are being harassed, made fun of and have death read sent to them, I have to turn off my Instagram posts because people constantly compare me to his younger and prettier girlfriends and send me hate on a daily basis to the point where I have to stop using social media all together and he does nothing to defend me I would be pissed. If I was getting abused and heat on by his Fanbase every single day and he would rather clear up a rumour of him not spitting on someone then to come to my defence I would be pissed. If I for the last year And a half have put my own life and career on hold to follow this man all over the world to be with him as much as I could and to basically abandoned my entire life to live a life that is more convenient for him and for him to refuse to claim he would piss me off. We all know if the relationship between Harry and Olivia is a stunt and it’s not real but if it was this man proves on a daily basis that he does not give a fuck about her. Her and her children and everyone that she’s associated with get hate on a daily basis and instead of checking his fans or correcting narratives that make them both look really bad he chooses to dispel a rumour about him spitting on Chris pine. At the end of the day we all know whether or not this relationship is real(it’s not) It’s going to come to an end soon and he’s the one who’s going to escape with his reputation still somewhat intact. Olivia is being called a bad mother, a bad Director, and her professional reputation has been put to question. Florence has an interacted with hairy whatsoever. She even posted a picture of Olivia and none of Harry and nobody has questioning what happened between the two of them. Here is the one who’s going to walk away from this in good light and Olivia will always have this big stain on her reputation because of Harry. When the relationship is over his fans will eventually turn on her like they all do and when that happens she will realize just how bad it is to be associated with Harry styles. A majority of the fans already don’t like her but once the relationship is over all of the fans who adore her and all of the Holivia stans will turn on her because at the end of the day they are hairy fans first. When it comes to picking sides they will always pick Harries and the people who have been defending her over the last year and a half will now be the ones who hate her the most. It happened to Taylor, it happened to Kendall, it happened to Camille and it’s going to happen to Olivia. The problem is she’s not a candle or a Taylor who is already famous enough for people to already care about her. She will fade back into obscurity with this reputation and staying on her name and career and she will then realize that the stunt did more bad than good.

#fauxlivia #holivia is fake #holivia stunt #pr stunt #publicitystunt #holivia #pr relationships #holivia pr stunt #olivia wilde #publicity stunt

[wanderlustqueen-writes]

Hey Alice 💚💜

How are you ?

For the new ask game you posted a few minutes ago, what are your thoughts about Levi & Hange ? [of course Levihan] 😏

Kiss 😘

Olá, Val! I'm doing fine 😊 hope you're well too!

Thanks for the ask ☺️💕

Character Game: Levihan edition

Favorite thing about them

THE LEVEL OF TRUST IN THEIR RELATIONSHIP!!! IT'S INSANE!!

Least favorite thing about them

The stark contrast between their personal hygiene standards.

Favorite line

Can't decide on a single favorite, but I really like their little banter and stupid jokes, such as:

H: I wonder If you'd still get this much praise If they realized how much of a neat freak you are.

OR

H: I wonder what kind of Titan I'll meet today! If only I was lucky enough to run into an abnormal!

L: There's already one nearby.

H: WHERE?

L: *grabs hair and pulls H closer* right here.

brOTP

LH + all the survey corps veterans

OTP

Levihan (but maybe a little Erurihan too 👀)

nOTP

Levi with anyone other than Hange or Furlan. On the other hand, I ship Hange with pretty much everyone, except the people from the other military branches and the cadets.

Random headcanon

This one hahaha

Unpopular opinion

I'm not sure if this is unpopular, but I think the anime drops subtle hints to the point that It's not outwordly to assume that Levi and Hange had some sort of romantic/sexual relationship going on since before the battle of Trost, in 850.

My personal headcanon is that they had a casual thing since that time, but because of their circumstances never got to explore and voice their deep feelings for each other. A lot of things in their relationship are left unsaid, and that's both beautiful and painfull.

Song i associate with them

The one that got away - Katy Perry

A few months ago I went on a Levihan AMV spree and I probably watched every single one that featured this song. I mean, look at this:

In another life

I would be your girl

We keep all our promises

Be us against the world

In another life

I would make you stay

So I don't have to say

You were the one that got away

The one that got away

This hurts so much, I love it 😭

Favorite picture of them

This one. The way his fingers entangle in the strands, you can see he's grabbing Hange's hair close to the scalp, It just makes me go feral.

I

#tumblr games #ask #levihan #aot #snk #youre-ackermine #lovely moots 💕

[word-wytch]

*Stalky fanperson word vomit incoming - you have been warned*

Firstly, I wanna say that I never, ever want to have to wait that long for an update every again. However, I also wanna say that this chapter was so freaking perfect that I’m really glad we had to! 😄 (I actually even managed to make it worse for myself by holding off reading it until I was certain I could give every one of the 18k words the time and attention it deserved, and I’m really glad I did - it’s utterly glorious!! 🥹) Congratulations on your summer-long work coming to an outstanding conclusion 👏👏👏

I wanted to do that thing that people do where they share their favourite sections, but I’m not even kidding when I say that if I did that I’d literally be copy and pasting the entire thing. Every. single. paragraph is literal poetry, art and/or a story in and of itself. You are a linguistic maestro, and I now have a new life goal of producing even just one line that comes even close to painting a picture like yours do (that’s the stalkery bit - I’m aware that this probably sounds a bit creepy 😬😬😆)

Also: me, before reading: OMGthey’regoingtokissOMGthey’regoingtokissOMGthey’regoingtokiss 🥹😃🥹😃🥹😃

Me, after reading: Ican’tbelievetheykissedIcan’tbelievetheykissedIcan’tbelievetheykissed 😱😱😱🤯🤯🤯

I still can’t quite believe they actually kissed, even though we all knew it was gonna happen. I thought maybe at some point one of them (r, most likely) would pull back and it would end as a heavy, emotionally loaded cuddle, or some touching, but damn, they actually crossed that line!!! I can’t wait to see how this affects things in the outside world from now on.

And the longing... The yearning... Ugh, it’s all so perfect! I don’t usually warm to these parts of a story, and even though they’re often necessary and essential I just want it to be over, but with these two? I’m a total convert.

I’m also seriously wondering how many other people have noticed or suspected what’s going on. We haven’t seen them from anyone else’s perspective yet, and by the reaction of the band, and those bits with Bill, I’m now concerned that they haven’t actually been as subtle as they/we think they have been, and it’s all gonna hit the fan realllllll sooooon…

(Plus, is Bill gonna be a problem? I said: is Bill gonna be a problem ? *raises one eyebrow and drops a closed fist into an open palm*)

I LOVE the being good/bad for each other internal battles that they’ve both got going on, it’s exquisite and so beautifully balanced, and adds a really special layer to both characters as well as the overall story.

Oh, and the song choices?!?! Puh-leeeeeze, SO PERFECT!!! 🥹🥹🥹🤩🤩🤩🥵🥵🥵 And Eddie on stage, singing, without his guitar?? I’ve never seen that done before, and it was exquisite!! 🙏🔥🙏🔥🙏🔥

IDK if you do a tag list, but if you do I’d love to be on it (and for anything else Eddie you write 😄). My brain is vibrating with both anticipation for the next part, and anxiety at the even slight suggestion that I might miss something 😵‍💫

Finally, I VISCERALLY AND BODILY **NEED** EDDIE’S TEETH ON MY NECK RIGHT TF NOW, so thank you for that… 🫠🫠🫠

‘K I think I’m done, thanks, bye 😆

Holy shit thank you SO much 🥹🥹🥹

It’s heartwarming to see my hard work so appreciated. I feel like “linguistic maestro” might be one of the highest compliments I’ve received so far. I’m incredibly flattered.

Our forbidden lovebirds have a lot of internal and external conflict weighing against them, and I am excited to explore this new phase of their relationship next chapter. As you can sense from the very last scene, they are on different pages when it comes to their attitudes about it. One has a whole lot more to lose than the other, and a whole lot more baggage when it comes to trust and relationships.

Part of what makes this so thrilling imo IS how dangerous it is. You bring up a good point with his friends and outside witnesses like Bill. You’ll certainly be getting hints of how they interpreted that night and what they think about the two of them in general as the story progresses.

I admittedly need to spend some time sitting down with my outline, as I am discovering that I might want to spend just a liiiitle more time (like one more chapter) exploring this limbo phase than originally planned. It’s so juicy being here, finally. The next phase will be even juicier ;)

I had closed my taglist for some time but I recently decided to open it back up and will add you. Thank you, again, so very much. 💕

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