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can’t decide if shake it out and dream girl evil are marc coded or if i’ve just been listening to too much florence + the machine lately
shake it outttttttt
#and I am done with my graceless heart so tonight im gonna cut it out and then restart.....#dream girl evil is also crazy concerning vale's self admitted madonna complex LMAO#callie speaks#motogp#asks#rosquez#the great rosquez warrior poets
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shake it out by florence + the machine is a griffith song i will not be taking criticism
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#florence and the machine#florence welch#melodrama#ceremonials#shake it off#lyrics#and I am done with my graceless heart#sculpture#original photogrpahy#dance#dance fever
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girls when regrets collect like old friends here to relive your darkest moments and looking for heaven found the devil in me looking for heaven found the devil in me but what the hell i’m gonna let it happen to me and i am done with my graceless heart so tonight i’m gonna cut it out and let it restart and i like to keep my issues drawn it’s always darkest before the dawn and it’s hard to dance with a devil on your back but given half the chance would i take any of it back? it’s a fine romance but it’s left me so undone it’s always darkest before the dawn and i’m damned if i do and damned if i don’t so here’s to drinks in the dark at the end of my road and i’m ready to suffer and ready to hurt it’s a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat
#do you get it. do you guys get it#i’m normal about this song always#florence and the machine#florence welch#shake it out#ceremonials#florence welch ceremonials
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“Do Your Worst” - Capitano x fem!traitor!reader
You were a spy for your homeland placed high up in the Fatui command, until you were outed as such. Now, you face the man who’s heart you stole.
cw: mild violence for the sake of information, implied previous relationship, not the healthiest relationship, prisoners of war.
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You whined under your breath as his shadow covered, as his hand brushed through her hair. You were a prisoner of war. This was war. The brutality, all of it. If only it hurt, if only it wasn’t soft and sweet.
“C-Cap…” you cough out once.
“Quiet.” He said simply.
Slowly he peeled away your sweat and blood soaked armor, leaving you bloodied and unprotected.
You heard the slosh of water. As the Captain soaked a washcloth, rung it out, and began to clean the dirt and blood from your skin. The ragged cloth brushed over bruises, circling over your ribs, your spine. You said nothing.
Finally, the washcloth left, but he didn’t. He pulled himself close, on his knees in front of you, hand winding through your hair to lift your gaze up to his.
You stared into his mask, a swirling void blankly staring back. He sighed, hand moving to cup the back of your neck, pulling you close against his chest. By now you knew him well enough to understand only silence would satifsy him.
It was a short while, no more than a minute or two, before he spoke, quiet. “Planted or compromised?”
“Planted.”
His grip tightened, his other arm possessively curling over your battle scarred back. “Your name is not [False Name].”
You nodded against his shoulder.
“A lot of us liked you, assassin girl.”
It was an understatement. Columbina enjoyed your gift with the lyre. Pantalone complimented your efficiency at dirty work. Dottore once called you “the useful hawk in a flock of pigeons”. Arlechinno complimented you, to your face. Childe always requested duels, no matter if he knew the outcome. You were, undeniably, liked within the Fatui’s highest ranks.
Capitano though, he was your sergeant, your general. He helped train you into something more lethal than before. He appreciated your battle prowess and scouting skills on expeditions earlier on in your spying career. Even when you fell into your role of Fatui’s assassin, you were often called to his side, some lousy excuse given every time, a job able to be done by any well trained soldier, delegated her for the simple purpose of keeping you close.
They fell for your ruse. The carefully crafted place you’d gained in the Fatui as a spy. And Capitano?
Perhaps he fell harder than any other.
“What ties you? What is stronger than the two of us, that you’d leave me?” He demanded, quietly, desperately.
Nothing. You’d lost all your family long ago, never having met anyone after them. Your loyalty to your nation was hardly more binding than your loyalty to this one. But loyalty was how one stayed alive. Loyalty and skill. You moved through her days like a ghost. Like a killer. Should your home fall, you’d never cry. But until then, the nation that raised you demanded your undying loyalty.
Your eyes were nearly as tired as his, the weight of your actions painted the under of your eyes a bruised blue.
“Graceless, loveless, homeless assassin. You know what happens to you now?”
You nodded.
“Horrid, horrid.” His hand grabbed your jaw, bones almost creaking as he squeezed. “Horrid, horribly enchanting woman.”
He let go, and your head fell.
“How dare you do this to me.” His deep, heavy voice shook.
“If it’s any consolation,” she rasped, eyes on her knees. “This… us... It wasn’t planned.”
“It’s not.” He spat.
You barked out a laugh. It stung your throat.
“Who is your master?”
It takes a moment for the question to process, but as it does, you smiled sadly. “This conversation will not end in a way either of us like.”
“Be happy I am the one to interrogate you. Others more cruel than me would have much more fun with you.”
“You already know my ties are with my home country. I will give you nothing more.”
“Then you know what happens now.”
His knee struck you square in the stomach, forcing you to grunt as bile crept into the back of your throat, but you didn’t curl into yourself. He struck again.
And again. And then once more.
Blood and vomit crept up the back of your throat. You swallowed it down. On the ground now, the steel toe of a boot replaced the knee, striking you in the ribs this time.
You did your best to dissociate, to wait both him and the pain out, hiding in your own mind. He must have noticed, because he refused to allow it, gloved hand pulling you up by the roots of your hair into a half sitting position, grabbing your attention for a quick moment before he stomped on her ankle so hard it cracked.
You cried out then, the scream tampering off into choked sobs.
His boot settled on her other ankle.
“What’s your true name?”
“[First]. No last name.” You gasped out.
He paused, “appropriate.”
What the fuck did that mean? You glared up at him. Gods your ankle was fucked.
“And your master?”
“Didn’t-” You spoke between labored breaths. “We just go over that? I won’t answer a question like that.”
“You will. Eventually.”
You tried to laugh, but you just ended up wheezing, falling forward. Grey was seeping into your vision, blurring at the edges. All the adrenaline in your system was basically gone.
“Kill me.” You said, “I did my duty. And I won’t assist you. Kill me.”
“I have better uses for you.”
Your expression soured. “You’ve never been one to deny an honorable death. It is the one thing you’ve always granted. Why… why is it different now?”
“You don’t deserve an honorable death.”
“There are others who’ve done far worse than me; and you’ve granted it. What crime have I committed where you deny me this?” You bit out.
“Thievery.”
“Thievery?”
“Yes. You stole so much from me. My time, my effort, my heart. It is a disrespect I won’t tolerate.” His hand slipped under your chin, pulling your head up.
“Then what? Torture?”
“No.” He said after a moment. “I will receive your loyalty. Your devotion. I will take it, even without you wanting to give it. We will return to how we were before, only this time you will not be a traitor.”
“I will not stand by your side and serve you. You know this.”
“I am a patient man. No matter how uphill the battle. I will acquire your loyalty. I will not lose you.”
You huffed. “You can try. I am not easy to break.”
“I already have a head start.” Capitano said, tilting your head with his hand. It was true. You’d done a lot for him. You underwent interrogations and torture by mutual enemies and gave up nothing. You trained by him. Fought for him. Killed for him. Sure, it was while delivering intelligence to her homeland, but it was loyalty nonetheless.
You closed your eyes. “Do your worst.”
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#genshin x reader#capitano#capitano x reader#genshin fanfic#genshin capitano#capitano x fem!reader#this has been sitting for forever so I’m tossing it out into the void that is tumblr#yandere capitano#yandere capitano x reader
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Hello! We are back with another fandom challenge. This month we're getting musical; April's creation event will be fuelled by song lyrics.
April 1st: "Happiness is a butterfly // Try to catch it like every night // It escapes from my hands into moonlight" - Happiness is a Butterfly - Lana Del Rey
April 8th: "I hate your tattoos // You have weak wrists // But I'll keep you" - Mascara - Deftones
April 15th - “I am done with my graceless heart // Tonight I’m gonna cut it out and then restart” - Florence & The Machine - Shake it Out
April 22nd - tbc
April 29th - tbc
What is this?
To inspire people's creativity we host a month long prompt event once a month. Each week a line from a song will be posted and creatives can use it for inspiration for fics, gifs, artwork - anything you'd like to make!
Please make sure you tag @hotd-bigbang and use the tag "hotd lyric prompts 24" to ensure we can find your creations and reblog them.
You don't have to participate every week - choose as many as you'd like, and there's no hard deadline - i.e. if by April 8th, you've not created anything for April 1st's prompt, you can still create for that prompt if you'd like to. However, we will be making a round-up post on May 5th for all creations, so if you miss this date then your work will not make it onto the list.
All are welcome to participate. Please don't hesitate to send an ask if you have questions.
Happy creating!
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And I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart
'Cause I like to keep my issues drawn
It's always darkest before the dawn
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TTD - First Meeting 3/4
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 and end
Let's carry on with this. This Hero and Villain have now their own tag and masterlist.
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Hero was waiting, their back against the bars, their fingers nervously gripping an talkie-walkie. They were still on the cage on the warehouse. Villain had refused to let them free; they had decided to confront Supervillain alone. Before going, they only had given them this piece of old technology “so you can be the witness of my devious genius”. Until now, Hero hadn’t heard much of – of whatever “devious genius” implied, only a lot of meaningless sounds. This thing incessantly crackled.
During that time, they had examined their cage, but there was no use. The bars fit into metal holes that had come out of the floor as if magically when Villain had triggered the cage. You had to hand it to them: they were good at building traps. Hero was not going out on their own.
Regret began to creep into their mind. What they had done was insane. Sure, Villain’s power protected them from Supervillain, but what then ? Maybe they should have waited for actual backup up from the hero agency. Witnessing the disappearance of dozen of people had done nothing for their practical sense. No, they couldn’t think of that right now.
(How could they not think of that right now ?)
Time passed. It had to pass somehow. Nobody at the agency called and their phone line was busy. Hero was on the point of trying once more when the talkie-walkie crackled more loudly than ever:
“ Greetings, honorable colleague.”
There was some unidentified sounds that made Hero wince. At least they heard Villain shout:
“I came in peace, esteemed peer !”
“What are you ?”
“Just like you. Exceptional. Above laws and common people. The darkness that surrounds me has no equal but the blackness of my own heart.”
“...What ?”
“I am what common, lowly people call a villain.”
“I’m not a villain. I’m only doing the cleaning that no one will dare to do at my place.”
“I certainly admire your ambition. There is too much people in this world. What is a crowed place but a picture of sordid, graceless hell ? I can’t but shudder at the mere thought of a post office.”
“If you agree, what are you doing here ?”
“I do not want to fight. I wish to strike a deal.”
“I work alone. I don’t need help and I certainly don’t need another lackey.”
“I wasn’t offering you one. I simply desire for my humble abode to be spared. I do enjoy my workshop. In exchange, may I offer you a little present. Hero, would you like to say a few words to your new owner ?”
Hero stayed silent, but they knocked their head against the bars of the cage, their lips fashioning a silent “fuck”. This day was getting better and better.
“You give me a Hero ?” asked Supervillain in a skeptical tone.
“Indeed I do, and all wrapped up, too. I have no use for them. But you do, don’t you ?”
There was a quick silence, then a chuckle.
“ I have ideas.”
Then the connection was cut off. Hero let the talkie-walkie fall on the ground. With sweating hands, they grabbed the bars and give them a good shake. It was no use. They knew it was no use. But what else could they do ? There was no door and no lock. The mechanism that pulled the cage off was well out of reach. Their strength was above average, but that wasn’t enough to break sheer metal.
Yes, they still had their phone. Yes, the agency official phone line was still occupied. Yes, they were afraid to try every number of the list. What could they say ? “Hi, I’ve surrendered myself to a villain and it turned out that it was a bad idea, could you risk your own life to come to my rescue please ?” It didn’t sound very convincing. They would just distract the other heroes from saving citizens.
So they waited, sick with guilt and shame. They were nearly grateful when at last the door opened. Villain was, as usual, hidden in their own shadow. Supervillain, apart from the magenta suit, seemed quite ordinary at first, but then he got closer, and Hero could see that his eyes were not gray, but silver. The pupils looked like they were forged in the temple of some forgotten deity. Hero clenched their fist to prevent it from shaking, turned their head, then said to Villain:
“You shouldn’t have done this.”
“ Who are you to give me orders ? I’m a villain. Did you really think I was going to show you mercy when I never had any ?”
There was nothing to answer to that. Not now.
“So you didn’t lie,” whispered Supervillain, glancing at the prisoner with curiosity. “That’s a Hero...of some sort. You were in that building. How can you still be here ? You can resist my power ?”
Hero shrugged.
“I’ll have to kill you the old-fashioned way then. Hmm - I never actually drew blood.”
“That’s a good thing. You should keep doing that.”
“Don’t pay attention to them”, declared Villain with contempt. “As you can see, they have a disappointing lack of flair. They don’t even swear revenge or anything. You should rage against your cruel fate a little, that’s all I’m saying.”
“Nah, I’m good.”
“See ? Far from me to flaunt my vast knowledge, dear Supervillain – perish the thought ! - but I am exceedingly skilled in making the deaths of my foes a masterpiece of horror and grotesqueness. Let me orchestrate this for you.”
“With your fake torture room ?” politely asked Hero.
“Let me remind you, humble prisoner, that to manufacture these tools the way they are, you need to learn how the true ones works. The noble art of torture has few secrets for me. I was thinking a televised show. I can hack the main channels that the plebe watches easily.”
Villain made a gesture towards the back of the warehouse:
“I’ve got all the equipment we need to make the performance we deserve. I’ll settle the camera and some dramatic spotlights, and while it’ll broadcast on the main channels, we will kill them.”
Villain gave a cold stare to Hero:
“That will be quite the appropriate fate, I think. It’s outstanding what you need to do to earn at least a little respect out there.”
Hero shook their head, but the two figures were still in front of them when they opened their eyes. It wasn’t going to be that easy to get out of that nightmare. Although they were well aware of how useless it was to try and reason them, they whispered:
“Please. Don’t do this. The public see enough horrors as it is.”
“Horrors ?” softly said Supervillain. “You have an inflated sense of your importance. Do you think that people will regret your death ?”
“I- I think. Maybe ? A little... I hope ?”
“ Did you forget what happened ? Forty-three persons lived in that residence. You’ve done nothing. Will they think it’s a murder or will they think it’s justice ?”
“I -”
“It’s your fault.”
Supervillain slowly stepped towards the cage. Hero didn’t move – Hero couldn’t move. They couldn’t break their attention from the cold glare.
“I want to hear you say it.”
Villain cleared their throat and said with a thin smile:
“So do I. Let them think about it so they’ll be ready for the show tonight. Won’t it be delightful to hear them say it in front of the whole world ?”
“ Maybe you’re right.”
“Let me show you my equipment.”
Supervillain walked behind them, but Villain went to the end of the corridor first.
“Halt ! I need to open this door first.”
Supervillain stopped. His feet froze on the ground.
“Your cooperation is most appreciated,” said Villain.
They pushed a button on the wall. A second cage fell on the ground, trapping Supervillain before he had the time to react. While he was thrashing around, Hero saw a sort of black smoke covering his eyes like a blindfold.
“How many of these cages have you got ?” they couldn’t help but ask.
“A reasonable and correct number.”
“You were going to betray him the whole time ?”
“Naturally. Did you think that I speak of my devious genius just for show ? That that I was going to break our pact ?”
“Yes. Completely.”
Villain stayed still a moment, then shrugged:
“Well. You underestimated me. Or at least how much I can’t bear to go to the market.”
“Will you free me now ?”
The shadow didn’t move and didn’t answer.
“Villain ?”
“I -”
This conversation was going to be difficult. However, Hero felt that it was going to be much harder because of two things that happened at the same time: one, a metal bar flying across the room, and two, the booming voice of Supervillain who yelled:
“Do you really think this was going to be that easy to keep me in ?”
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Sequel and end here
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Restart.
A Monsters in the Dark Drabble.
Warnings; angst, mentions of Billy’s bad childhood and reader’s, language, fear of attachments, kissing, possessive behavior, fem!reader.
I’ve rewritten this more times than I can count, so I’m posting it for better or for worse.
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Monsters in the Dark Masterlist
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And I am done with my graceless heart, so tonight I’m gonna cut it out and then restart.
You knew you shouldn’t have been, but you were snooping in his office. You wanted to know where he went every week. It wasn’t your business, but curiosity killed the cat.
You ended up finding a picture of a woman and what presumably was Billy as a child. He was cute, you thought unable to tear your gaze away from the photo. He had her eyes, but neither were smiling in the photo.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Billy stood at the door looking thunderous.
“I just—“ you began, head snapping up.
“Get. Out.” He snarled, cutting you off, snatching the photo out of your hand, his face contorted in fury.
“Wanted to know Billy.” You whispered, brushing past him, your throat burning with the effort to keep from crying.
“By invading my privacy?” He seethed from behind you. You sniffed, and god Billy almost pulled you into his arms, knowing what you’d been through with your father.
But he didn’t need or want your pity.
He was going to kick you out, you just knew it. You began making contingency plans. You wouldn’t be homeless again with nowhere to go, you swore.
x
“Billy’s mad at me,” you whispered into your tea, sitting with Curtis.
“He’ll cool off. He just doesn’t want your pity. Billy’s very independent that way.” Curtis said, having coffee himself.
“I don’t, though. My daddy didn’t want me, either. If anything I felt understood, but I’ve gone and blown it.” You said, keeping out that you’d been sleeping with Billy.
Your chest ached knowing you’d have to sleep on your own tonight. That the memories of your father would likely resurface, scaring you. You chewed your lips until they were bloody.
Curtis extended his leg, he looked like he was in pain. “Don't chew your lips,” he scolded, lightly dabbing at the blood there. You had a habit of worrying at your lips, something Curtis often scolded you for, “Want me to talk to him?” He asked, pulling the cloth away from your lips.
“No, it’ll make it worse.” You said, finishing your tea.
Curtis hummed, “It’ll be okay, Billy’s stubborn but I can tell he cares about you, even if he doesn’t say. He’s not good with emotions.” He explained sipping his coffee.
You hoped Curtis was right, because you’d grown to care for Billy, even knowing he wasn’t entirely good, and made his living out of violence.
You trusted him, and even as angry as he got, he hadn’t struck you. He’d been controlled.
You only wished his anger hadn’t hurt so much. A curse of feeling everything strongly, everything felt so deeply.
x
Billy couldn’t fucking sleep. The image of your eyes filled with tears stuck in his head, that he’d caused them. But more than that he missed your warm body next to his, the feeling of your even breaths, and soft snores, the way you played with the scar at his hip before you went to sleep every night. You always had a fixation with it.
You were the only woman he’d let into his bed. It was his one safe space, but he hadn’t been able to turn you away that night you’d begged to sleep with him.
And now he was attached to you. The very thing he hated, because it meant he could be vulnerable again. Sometimes he wanted to cut his heart out, it would make life so much easier.
The woman who was supposed to love him, had abandoned him. The most important relationship he’d ever have in his formative years. His fingers fisted his duvet seeing your sweet face in his mind again.
But god he liked you. He still had the lavender under his pillow that you got him.
“Fuck this,” he hissed, throwing his duvet off. He wanted you in any capacity you’d have him. There was nothing to think about.
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You laid in bed that night in the guest room, trying not to see your father in the shadows as you usually did, his shadow still hanging over you, frightening you years after his attempt on your life.
You hid under the covers letting out a shaky breath. He’s not here, you told yourself. He can’t get you. You chanted over and over, but a tingle of fear trickled down your spine, making it hard to breathe.
You screamed when you heard someone knock on your doorframe. You peeked out from the covers, “Billy?” You asked, shaking.
“Who else?” He asked not unkindly, his hair mussed from laying on it. “Come to bed,” he said hoarsely, as though he hadn’t gotten much sleep, either.
You hesitated and he ached at your reluctance, “I’m not mad anymore, sweet pea.” He said seeing you shake, before you threw off your duvet, and followed him into his room. When you climbed in, he pulled you against him, stroking your spine, burying his face in your hair. “I’m sorry I scared you,” he rasped, surprising himself. He rarely apologized. But he realized he valued you.
You kissed his mouth, “It’s okay. I shouldn’t have been snooping around.” You mumbled against his lips.
Billy’s fingers dug into your hips, “I just wanna love Billy. Every part of him, even the parts he’d rather forget.” You continued, trying to make him understand.
Billy ached at that. His own mother hadn’t loved him, how could you? You kissed him again, soft and slow making him groan softly, tasting the toothpaste on your tongue.
And just like that the ache in Billy’s heart eased in the wake of your kisses, sweet and yielding.
“You’re mine.” He rasped, making your heart leap with hope.
“You promise?” You asked softly, minty breath blowing over his face.
“I promise.” He said, kissing your forehead, before tucking you under his chin.
And after hours of fighting for sleep, you both fell asleep at two in the morning.
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From my Good Omens art journal. Collage, acrylic paint, gel plate printing, texture plate, sticker.
"Regrets collect like old friends
Here to relive your darkest moments
I can see no way, I can see no way
And all of the ghouls come out to play
And every demon wants his pound of flesh
But I like to keep some things to myself
I like to keep my issues drawn
It's always darkest before the dawn
And I've been a fool, and I've been blind (I've been blind)
I can never leave the past behind
I can see no way, I can see no way
I'm always dragging that horse around
All of his questions, such a mournful sound
Tonight, I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground
...And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back, so shake him off
Ooh whoa oh
And I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight, I'm gonna cut it out, and then restart
... But given half the chance, would I take any of it back? (Shake it off)
It's a fine romance, but it's left me so undone (shake it off)
It's always darkest before the dawn (shake it off)
... And I'm damned if I do, and I'm damned if I don't
So here's to drinks in the dark, at the end of my road
And I'm ready to suffer, and I'm ready to hope
It's a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat
'Cause looking for heaven, found the devil in me (oh whoa oh)
... But what the hell, I'm gonna let it happen
To me, yeah..." -Florence + The Machine, "Shake It Off"
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And I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart
'Cause I like to keep my issues drawn
It's always darkest before the dawn
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The Venus Signs as Florence + the Machine Songs🧚🏾
✧˚₊‧ aries venus ✧˚₊‧
Drumming song
" As I move my feet towards your body, I can hear this beat/ It fills my head up and gets louder"
This song reminds me of raw and unhinged passion. Like theres only you and the other person and everything seems to be pulling you two together, as if they are a magnet. This is what aries venus reminds me of, something fully wild
✧˚₊‧ taurus venus ✧˚₊‧
Patricia
"Are you afraid? Cause i'm terrified/ but you remind me that it's such a wonderful thing to love"
So warm and inviting like a candle in a dark room or being cuddled in a bunch of blankets. Home is wherever a taurus venus is
✧˚₊‧ gemini venus ✧˚₊‧
Shake it out
"And I am done with my graceless heart/ So tonight i'm gonna cut it out and then restart"
The excitement binds to your feet as you can't stop running towards anything and everything as free as you. You take up anything that moves and all your atoms dance with it. Your love is in the trees, in the grass, and in the summer
✧˚₊‧ cancer venus ✧˚₊‧
Never let me go
"And the arms of the ocean are carrying me/ and all this devotion was rushing out of me"
Completely surrendering to love is the most purest form of you. Finding security and comfort through letting go and just allowing the emotion to overtake you. Your love is sustenance, taking a life form of its own
✧˚₊‧ leo venus ✧˚₊‧
Rabbit heart
"Midas is king and he holds me so tight/ and turns me to gold in the sunlight"
Bringing brightness into every lover you have is the most ultimate gift. Yes, leo venuses are gifts always allowing those they love to prosper in the most loveliest form.
✧˚₊‧ virgo venus ✧˚₊‧
No choir
"But the loneliness never left me/ I always took it with me/ but I can put it down in the pleasure of your company"
I'm still trying to understand how you can love so simply but so intricately. Its like you scatter your adoration all around you and your lovers feel it in their coffee, in their sheets, even in the small hand kisses. Your love is in everything
✧˚₊‧ libra venus ✧˚₊
Hunger
"Tell me what you need, oh you look so free/ the way you use your body/ baby, come on and work it for me"
when you search for that sweet vibrant youth, you find it is sweetest coming from your own heart. Love embodies you in so many forms. I wish you'd see it like I do.
✧˚₊‧ scorpio venus ✧˚₊‧
St Jude
"...we lay in bed as she whipped around us/...maybe I've always been more comfortable in chaos"
It is all encompassing, your love. It surrounds all the spaces and crevices between you and your lover. It is to the magnitude of a sort of God that cannot touch this place. Your love even reaches beyond this earth
✧˚₊‧ sagittarius venus ✧˚₊‧
Cosmic love
"I took the stars from my eyes and then I made a map/ and I knew somehow I could find my way back"
those who cannot reach you, will run more than enough miles just to feel the liberation that comes from your soul. You free others with your love
✧˚₊‧ capricorn venus ✧˚₊‧
King
"I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing/ my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology"
no matter what, you won't let your lover starve. You'll build skyscrapers, castles and high rise towers to fill your love up with just so your lover will always feel satiated from you. Your love is so grand, it destroys even you
✧˚₊‧ aquarius venus ✧˚₊‧
June
"In those heavy days in June when love became an act of defiance"
It is atypical and odd looking to some, but you embrace it and as you do so, the world gawks. In awe, we are. Your love is an art form
✧˚₊‧ pisces venus ✧˚₊‧
The end of love
"I've always been in love with you/ could you tell it from the moment that I met you"
your love is the last step, fully wise and grown and yet somehow still so pure. You are the rivers as they become floods and wash it all away so that it can start all over again. Your love is the rebirth of a cycle. All other forms of love did not exist before you.
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"Regrets collect like old friends
Here to relive your darkest moments
I can see no way, I can see no way
And all of the ghouls come out to play
And every demon wants his pound of flesh
But I like to keep some things to myself
I like to keep my issues drawn
It's always darkest before the dawn
And I've been a fool and I've been blind (I've been blind)
I can never leave the past behind
I can see no way, I can see no way
I'm always dragging that horse around
All of his questions, such a mournful sound
Tonight I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground
'Cause I like to keep my issues drawn
But it's always darkest before the dawn
Shake it out, shake it out
Shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
Shake it out, shake it out
Shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh whoa
And I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart
'Cause I like to keep my issues drawn
It's always darkest before the dawn
Shake it out, shake it out
Shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
Shake it out, shake it out
Shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh whoa
And it's hard to dance with the devil on your back (shake him off)
And given half the chance would I take any of it back? (shake him off)
It's a fine romance, but it's left me so undone (shake him off)
It's always darkest before the dawn (shake him off)
(Oh whoa, oh whoa)
And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't
So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope
It's a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat
'Cause looking for heaven, found the devil in me (oh whoa)
Looking for heaven, for the devil in me (oh whoa)
But what the hell, I'm gonna let it happen to me, yeah
Shake it out, shake it out
Shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
Shake it out, shake it out
Shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh whoa
Shake it out, shake it out
Shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
Shake it out, shake it out
Shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh whoa"
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I am done with my graceless heart so tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart
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shake it out
Annabeth looks at her relationship with trust through the years, particularly with Percy and Luke. (or an excuse to freak out about the trailer through annabeth's trauma)
also on ao3
title and lyrics from Florence + the Machine's 'Shake it Out'
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Looking back, Annabeth can't believe how young she was. She was so young, not even five feet tall yet. Looking back, she can't believe anyone ever let them go on quests so young. More than anything, she can't believe they survived.
Regrets collect like old friends
Here to relive your darkest moments
She can't blame Chiron; he is as much a subject of the gods as she is. Honestly, she doesn't know what she would have done without his training and Camp. Probably died. There's not much else she could have done. Such is the way of the gods and their children.
I can see no way, I can see no way
And all of the ghouls come out to play
The younger campers treat them like gods, heroes to look up to. They all wanna be just like her and Percy. She doesn't have the heart to tell them the truth about her life, how much grief being a hero had brought her, or that she sometimes wishes Luke had won.
And every demon wants his pound of flesh
But I like to keep some things to myself
She remembers hugging Percy after finding out Luke betrayed them. She had been devastated, then, almost too upset to berate herself for entrusting him with her heart. She should've known he would never stay; she should've known he would disappoint her, just like everyone else.
I like to keep my issues drawn
It's always darkest before the dawn
She thought he would always stay. He said he'd always stay.
And I've been a fool and I've been blind (I've been blind)
I can never leave the past behind
She thought he would always be there. He said he'd always be there.
Because they were family.
I can see no way, I can see no way
I'm always dragging that horse around
She thought she'd never be able to trust anyone again, that no one could fix the walls everyone else helped build around her heart, thick and fortified with the hurt from so many people. She could still feel it like phantom pain, feel her hands clawing at their retreating backs, and then, eventually, feel the absence of their eyes as she walked away.
They never cared. No one ever fucking cared.
All of his questions, such a mournful sound
Tonight I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground
Then Percy came along. She tried to run away.
It didn't work.
'Cause I like to keep my issues drawn
But it's always darkest before the dawn
Percy, who started tearing bricks away with every day he stayed until there was a hole big enough for him to fit through. He didn't even know he was doing it. Maybe that made him even more endearing.
Shake it out, shake it out
Shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
Shake it out, shake it out
Shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh whoa
And I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart
So maybe she let him in. She did pride herself on her brain, and that was the smartest thing she ever did. Maybe that gave her the courage to let some others in, too.
And it's hard to dance with the devil on your back (shake him off)
And given half the chance would I take any of it back? (shake him off)
Her life was already so miserable. Why put herself through more shit on purpose if she had the chance to be happy?
Maybe it was time to let go of the past and be happy.
It's a fine romance, but it's left me so undone (shake him off)
It's always darkest before the dawn (shake him off) (Oh whoa, oh whoa)
Maybe her dad never loved her. Maybe Thalia still left, again. Maybe her mom treated her like a commodity, to be used and put away until she was needed again. But Percy stayed. And Luke tried, in the end.
Shake it out, shake it out
Shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
Shake it out, shake it out
Shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh whoa
And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't
So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road
So she could let Percy in. She can love him with all her heart because he loves her with all of his.
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope
It's a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat
She can trust him with her heart. How could she not, after all this time, after everything they’ve been through?
'Cause looking for heaven, found the devil in me (oh whoa)
Looking for heaven, for the devil in me (oh whoa)
Even if he hurts her (and she knows he never will), at least she'll have had him, and she'll have something to show for the worst years of her life. And, maybe, just maybe, she’ll have a few other people, too.
But what the hell, I'm gonna let it happen to me, yeah
They are everything. They are 12 years old, fighting to live through their first quest. They are 13, saving Grover from unimaginable monsters and holding the world on their backs. They are blowing up mountains. They are traversing the Labyrinth. They are saving the world. They are going through hell. But they are surviving, together, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
Shake it out, shake it out
Shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
Shake it out, shake it out
Shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh whoa
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For the final day of @nestaarcheronweek, I've curated a playlist for our music loving girl. I wanted to showcase Nesta's complexities and her deep love for music with songs of strength, anger, loss, and love. Listen to it here! And come for a lyrical deep dive behind the cut!
Fresh Laundry-Allie X
You said you're always on my side
But what if my side has changed too much?
Then tell me, who am I?
You said you're always on my side
But what if my side has lived too long?
Something has to die
Who am I?
Fury Oh Fury-Nico Vega
Fury, oh fury don't you misguide me
I need my wits to set me free
Fury, oh fury don't you misguide me
I need my wits to set me free
Little Dark Age-MGMT
Breathing in the dark, lying on its side
The ruins of the dead painted with a scar
And the more I straighten out, the less it wants to try
The feelings start to rot one wink at a time
Forgiving who you are for what you stand to gain
Just know that if you hide, it doesn't go away
I Love You, But I Need Another Year-Liza Anne
I don't think enough
Before I say too much
I'm digging my own grave
With all the shit I say
I keep my head high
Kinda like a lie
I say I'm doing fine
Even when I'm losing my mind
The Fruits-Paris Paloma
As you eat it up whole
My body and my blood
You've claimed it now, so come drink up
And there's no need to be concerned
About what's left when you are done because
You've got me on my knees to pray
Or play some other pleasing role
But never wonder
Where I must have learnt it all
Alpha Shallows-Laura Marling
But the grey in this city is too much to bear
The grey in this city is too much to bear
And I believe you are meant to be seen but not to be understood
It's going to be pretty tough when you leave
You'll help to take a little part of me
To make sure you don't treat yourself mean
And I want to see all that you'll see
What's Wrong-PVRIS
I know it's so wrong but I'm so far gone
Don't need you to tell me I'm so cynical
Quit being so over-skeptical
Don't need a metaphor for you to know I'm miserable
Peacemaker-Jesca Hoop
Put down your peacemaker blue
Warrior
Warrior
Beaten and broken and bruised
Warrior
Warrior
Come and I'll unlock your chain link armour
Seven baths absolve your blood stained honor
Your honor
Tell the water of
Human-Oh Land
I don't love you human
You remind me of the things I hate in me
I don't love you human
Cause You show me how imperfect I can be
Human
You're so lonely lonely lonely
Smokestacks-LAYLA
You got eyes so azure
You got blood orange skin
And there's a spark in your centre that's piercing me in
I got a night-time shudder and a lion within
I got a brain-tricked hunger and you're pulling me in
Willow Tree March-The Paper Kites
You fall through the trees
And you pray with your knees on the ground
For the things that you need
With your lust and your greed weighing down
And you weaken your love
And you hold it above your head
Success is a song of the heart, not a song of your head
Mountain at My Gates-Foals
I see a mountain in my way
It's looming larger by the day
I see a darkness in my fate
I'll drive my car without the brakes
Oh, gimme some time
Show me the foothold from which I can climb
Yeah, when I feel low
You show me a signpost for where I should go
Rabbit Will Run-Iron and Wine
We've all traded lovers and woke up alone
And we've clapped for the king though our fingers were cold
And I still have a prayer 'cause I love what I cannot control
Water Water-Empress Of
You're just a heart to hold, you're easy to impress
I want to care much more, but I'm feeling less awake
You're just a heart to break, easy to manipulate
I want to care much more, but I'm feeling less and less
Hold On, Hold On-Neko Case
The most tender place in my heart is for strangers
I know it's unkind, but my own blood is much too dangerous
Hangin' round the ceiling half the time
Shake it Out-Florence + the Machine
And I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart
'Cause I like to keep my issues drawn
It's always darkest before the dawn
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