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#i love that second verse okay

sugurau · 4 months

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so . steeples fingers. here are some fun verses i have been thinking about, not necessarily to write (though i could) but just that i can't get out of my head

cannot stop thinking about an au where it was satoru who snapped. who lost his mind. who defected. a role reversal, if you will. he gets nanako and mimiko, he severs all ties with the gojo clan. he gets the girls, he raises them, loves them. suguru is the one left at the school. it is suguru who gets megumi. suguru who has to remedy and mend the fact that that's toji's kid. i'd just be so curious about the dynamics. the differences. i'm salivating frankly

AND THE SECOND ONE

also cannot stop thinking about an au where it's not non-sorcerers that suguru is going after, it's the elders. the higher ups. the whole FUCKED UP system, suguru wants burnt to the ground. he'll kill non-sorcerers, sure, for doing what was done at the village to nanako and mimiko, but he doesn't actually have anything completely, or solely, against them. his main enemies are the ones who continue to perpetuate a failing system. i was just thinking about it. would anyone join him? would anyone else want to make a change, starting from the people up top? satoru, shoko, nanami? anyone? if suguru's mission isn't one of massacring random civilians who don't know better, but actually going after those who do and still decide not to change — would this be a different story entirely?

#i'm foaming at the mouth for these honestly i won't lie #a part of me says dollie write a fic #but i also wanted to post about it i'm so curious i have so many thoughts #i may turn these into permanent verses. at LEAST the second one #the first one is a little more difficult but i'd LOVE to maybe toss out the second one as a verse. i gotta flesh it out a bit more #okay goodnight for real

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requiemofrebellion · 5 months

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@deathfavor ― * ― ‘𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲’ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

“ it’s alright, now… i got you. “ ( manila Izana & Mikey )

It wasn’t every night that Mikey found himself calling Izana this late at night. His hands shaking as he grabbed his phone, put in Izana’s number and slowly raised it to his ear. His body slumped against his bedroom wall, a few feet away from his actual bed that was a mess. His blankets all bunched up or kicked to the floor while he had been asleep all due to dreams. Dreams that were too close to memories, dreams that contained friends that he believed had left him. Actually, one of them did, Takemichi left and he thought he was over this, but every time he dreamt about the other male he was back to being a complete mess.

Thoughts of; why did Takemichi leave? He promised to stay with him and then, then he left him all alone. The others were also just waiting to leave him too, telling him to leave Takemichi alone, that it was his choice on what he wanted to do. But he broke his promise and Mikey didn’t know how to handle the loss of someone he thought would stay forever. He let out a shaky breath, trying not to get too lost in his mind as he tried to focus on the ring from the other line.

What if Izana didn’t answer? What if he didn’t want to come over? What if....

The other line was picked up and Mikey let out another shaky breath, not realizing he had been holding his breath. He took a few seconds to try and speak, trying to not make his voice as trembling as it felt. He tried to blink the tears away that formed in his eyes, why couldn’t he just be numb when he wanted to be numb?

“ H...Hey, Izana.... Can you come over...? ” His words were slow, quiet and hints of cracks in his voice. His other hand lifted up to wipe at his face. “ I just... I need you... please... ”

Whether the conversation was short or not, the important part was that Izana was going to come over. Mikey hung up his cell finally, putting it down on the floor. His hands felt a little bit less shaky but still trembled ever so slightly. He stayed there on the ground until he heard the knock on his door, he picked up his cell, just sending Izana a quick text to just come in. If Izana didn’t have his key on him, one Mikey gave him a while ago, there was a spare hidden outside.

He waited, dropping his phone to the ground again, toning everything else out until Izana was in front of him. Black orbs looked up at the other male, his lower lip moved so his could bite it softly to not just start crying. When did he become so weak sometimes? It didn’t matter. All Mikey cared about now was that Izana was here, he always came, he could rely on him, Izana would be the only one who wouldn’t leave right?

Letting his bottom lip go from his teeth, he moved closer to Izana’s crouched down body. His hand reached out to gently grasp Izana’s wrist, tugging him down further onto the bedroom floor. He just wanted this empty feeling to leave him, so he just acted on what he was seeking. Once he got Izana to sit, he moved even closer to him, crawling into his lap, pressing his ear against Izana’s chest to listen to his heartbeat.

“ I had another stupid dream about them... The unwanted memories when I woke up... I just... ” Mikey trailed off, slowly calming down just a bit more at listening to the rhythm of the beat.

When the words were spoken from Izana, Mikey couldn’t help but press his lean figure more into him. His hand reaches out to try and take Izana’s hand in his, if the other would let him. The comfort he felt with Izana was unreal, he felt safe, secure, heard and cared about. He just wanted to stay like this, to remind himself that he didn’t need anyone else but Izana.

“ You’re not... Going to leave too, are you? ” Mikey found himself asking though, slowly tilting his head up to look up at Izana’s face. He needed the reassurance that Izana was going to stay, that he wasn’t like the rest of Mikey’s ‘ friends. ’

#♠ what a shame we all became such fragile broken things. ♠ ⸻ ic : mikey #deathfavor #deathfavor ― izana #♠ Manila Verse ♠#so i write these in google docs and i got to the second page with this lmao sdfdsaf #i hope this was okay!!!#can't you tell i love exploring mikey darker/weaker states? dfsgsfdg

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sunsetsandsunshine · 10 months

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So we can all agree that Rio Morales was a massive bitch to Gwen right? And just a massive judgemental bitch in general?

Im perfectly fine with dying on this hill alone either way.

I’m sorry Anon, but you are dying on this hill alone 😬😅

In my opinion, Gwen was in the wrong when first meeting Miles’ parents. Her first words to Mrs. Morales was literally, “Rio! Hi 😃!!!”

Idk how ur parents raised the rest of y’all…but you do not, DO NOT, call an adult but they’re first name…ESPECIALLY if this is you’re first time meeting them. That’s just downright rude and disrespectful. End of story.

(Some adults are comfortable w/ kids addressing them by first names but Miles’ parents obviously weren’t. And either way, this is her first time meeting them so that was an L move on Gwen’s part, bro…)

And then Mrs. Morales found Gwen’s jacket in Miles’ room…how fun 🤩😀😃- definitely doesn’t raise suspicion as to what the two were doing. The audience obviously knows what happened when the two together in Miles’ room, but Miles’ parents DON’T.

Go into Miles’ parents shoes for a second: You’re son brings a girl over and her jacket is just CHILLING on his bed. Not suspicious…not suspicious at all 🤨🤨🤨

#Yeahhhhhh no #I’m with Miles’ parents #Sorry Anon :/#Don’t get me wrong- I love Gwen #But she definitely could’ve handled that situation differently #Like- whyyyyy 😅😅😭#I had so much second hand embarrassment watching that scene in the theaters #Life tip with Emery: NEVER call an adult by they’re first name unless they told you personally they’re okay with it #Spider man #Spider man: Across the spider verse #ATSV Miles #ATSV Gwen #ATSV Mrs. Morales #ATSV Mr. Jefferson #Asks #Also #“A massive judgemental bitch?”#Girl really-#Did we watch the same movie 💀💀💀

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musicrunsthroughmysoul · 11 months

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I apologize that this will probably be my at least third or fourth time posting this song, but I realized something while listening to this song just now:

"It went so well for you With a place right where you wanted And the ones to fill it, too But some blows break the spell That it hits you every day Until you need to hit as well

It’s just a shadow of the man you should be Like a garden in the forest that the world will never see You have no thought of answers only questions to be filled And it feels like hell"

By putting this verse before this chorus, he's obviously relating everything in the first verse to the main subject in the chorus...in this case, speaking to men and masculinity as the main subject. And what I, strangely, just now realized he's saying with the chorus acting as a reply to the first verse, is that it doesn't have to be that way - "It's just a shadow of the man you should be" means, particularly regarding the cynicism of the latter half of the first verse, that such daily violence (some justifiable, he suggests with "But some blows break the spell/That it hits you every day/Until you need to hit as well") should not be equated with masculinity, and equating the two should NOT be the norm.

He seriously, so seriously, said 'Fuck your toxic masculinity, WE SHOULD BE BETTER THAN THIS.' 😭💗 Of course, with the line "You have no thought of answers only questions to be filled/And it feels like hell," he's obviously also saying 'I have no idea how to fix this, though, but hey, AT LEAST I'M ACKNOWLEDGING IT.' True that, man.

#fwiw he was saying the same thing about toxic femininity too btw in the second verse and chorus.#STUART ADAMSON SAID FUCK YOUR MOTHERFUCKING TOXIC GENDER ROLES 😭💗#the funny thing is I never anticipated him or the band to...be like that. all I ever knew was 'In a Big Country' and I didn't think #'oh yeah this band of all men from the '80s is totally anti toxic masculinity/sexism/racism/imperialism etc.' and that's why #I'm gonna listen to them. no I JUST SHOWED UP HERE OKAY? TO FIND THAT THEY WERE ALREADY LIKE THIS. I...yeah. ;-;#I'm just grateful all right. the bar is low but they met it...and actually tbh I think they went AT LEAST a bit above it too.#while I wish the song was more musically interesting (tbh it's KIND OF boring) I did just think...you know what...maybe sounding so #pop-oriented was a good thing considering the lyrics and what the song is ultimately ABOUT. it's a song of hope despite ALL its cynicism #I'm emotional now okay I love this band thanks bye #Big Country #music #classic rock #MY JAM #Spotify

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keikakudori · 2 years

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a storm was brewing within the seireitei, a tempest of cold ferocity that dwelt beneath the skin of a man. in his veins ran the throbbing tumult of the fiery heart of the earth below foot, in his bones bloomed shards of ice that would gladly rend those who had fallen beneath his gaze asunder. here, in the seireitei, a storm was brewing and it was contained in the shape of a man who had unleashed but a fraction of its fury upon his own environment in an explosion of power which had decimated it. how he had stood there under that cold rain, stripped to the waist, as the captains had surrounded them and a man he had not expected to stand between him and them had told them to stay back. eventually, it seemed, they chose to listen to him. but they were wounded, these people; even through the drenching of that downpour, he had smelled smoke and ashes and blood on the air.

none of it had mattered to him, not then. not even when kurosaki ichigo had stood there before him, looking up into his face, had aizen sousuke cared in the least as to what those people thought or felt in those moments. he had simply looked at them with that cold stare as if waiting to see whether or not they would listen to a man who had fallen before his betrayal a century before. and it seemed, ultimately, that they would indeed do so. he pressed his lips together voluntarily, keeping himself mute even as he ignored the discussions of what they would do with him. their soutaichou was dead and all that anyone knew now was merely that there had been a blurt of alarm thanks to a man who had been reinstated -- but he was nowhere to be found. how that brown eye never met any of those accusatory stares. he had merely turned his head towards the horizon, gazing towards something only he was aware of.

he did not even bat an eye when he had felt the dryness of that hollow's reiatsu surging nearby from his captain. none of those here, none who were arrayed to try and attack him, mattered in the least to the man who had so easily decimated them two years before. no, he would not attack them - but aizen suspected, coldly, that the same was not true from their own views. if anything, he rather expected that they would indeed find some reason or excuse to attack him for what had happened.

semantics.

he had only looked down at that haori turned inverse when shinji had thrust it at him, as if to expect him to put it on with the turquoise lining exposed now. something for him to cover up with and then, mildly surprised, had only shaken his head even as he thought of what he had said. of how he was the only one, so far, who had met the enemy leader and had emerged unscathed. he didn't see himself as unscathed.

aizen didn't want to wear that haori. he had known, from the first time that he had ever put it on, that he was only borrowing it. once upon a time, he had been content to remain merely the fukutaichou of the gobantai, wooden badge on his arm pressing warmly to the bicep beneath the layers of fabric. he had taken care of that badge, had oiled it and polished it with beeswax until it had glowed. he had been so proud to be the adjutant to hirako shinji. but he had known the haori was not his. if he had truly wished to, he could have advanced to a captain's position long ago. he knew it. and perhaps his captain would have let him go. or perhaps not. it was nigh impossible for even him to say whether or not he would have been obstructed or supported in pursuing such an endeavor by the lanky blonde. but he would not wear the haori again. when he, gin, and kaname had abandoned the seireitei, aizen had discarded the haori which he had worn on that day to hang it in the closet in his quarters within las noches. he had debated burying it, burning it, destroying it in some form or fashion ... but it had not felt appropriate, somehow, to do that.

he had gone to the eighth, then to the twelfth, and spoken to mayuri of this so-called roadmap which yhwach had bestowed upon him. he had never liked kisuke's successor; a sneaking man, middling in any capacity, and one who he rather imagined would have but to deal with many things. the twelfth had been leveled, he had heard, but some things remained intact and he had answered those questions as best as he was able. dressed in the simple black and white uniform once more, with tabi and waraji on his feet, he looked once more very similar to that role he had maintained for so long. but there were differences too; the eye patch which he still wore, the styling of his hair, the lack of those square-rimmed glasses which had once been his signature look. no more did he look the shaggy pup; this was a wolf that paced with steel teeth bared and a fire in that eye of brown. but he allowed himself to listen to what it was that mayuri had to say, paying heed only to what was discussed to figure out how to set him on his path.

if he could have, he would have gone on his own but he knew, too, that such would not be permitted to him. not with how the man who had once claimed him for lieutenant seemed intent upon hovering. aizen paid no heed to the rain that was the funereal shroud for yamamoto. he cared nothing for the wounded and the dead. perhaps if his mood had been better he could have turned that monstrous power of his to their aid. but all that mattered to him was getting that understanding he required of this roadmap which yhwach had laid out for him.

a storm was brewing. within his soul, within his mind, within his bones.

he did not care how it was understood so long as it was and as soon as he knew there was a way for him to go to where he wished, aizen did not hesitate. he merely tilted his head as he listened to the explanation but never did that singular brown eye waver from the face of the man who had taken over the twelfth in the wake of urahara's exile. never did his focus shift in the least. whether it disconcerted mayuri or whether he ignored it, it did not matter. aizen merely nodded once with impatience as he listened to the man speak of it.

the result was not like that of a garganta nor a senkaimon but something else. he had no way to describe what he felt beyond fluid. yet how he merely adjusted the shihakusho he wore and then plunged forward. there would be no one here with him but that man that had tried to push the haori at him and there was, too, a strange sense of inversion for a moment. it felt very akin to the shikai which had been revealed on him that day but it did not matter. aizen had trained himself with his kanzen saimin relentlessly; he was a master of his own senses and that had never changed. not then and not even now. a coldness, a shock through his system -- and then, suddenly, an emergence to stand on grounds and leaving him to stare upwards at a building with vast architecture. it made him think briefly of las noches but that wasn't the important thing.

as soon as he had stepped from the shadows and upon these grounds, the sensation of GIN'S REIATSU WAS BLOOMING IN HIS AWARENESS. he had sensed him, somehow, if only vaguely. he had told them, those fools of the seireitei, that gin was alive. he had ignored any arguments of whether or not they could trust him. it hadn't mattered. he had known gin was alive -- he had hoped. he had trusted in that hope, no matter how frail and feeble it had seemed. and as soon as the shadows were left to slide away from his body, that awareness was there, nestling in the back of his head. gin, who had been scared when he had been vanished with yhwach and those quincy. gin, his gin, the moon in his sky -- his tsukiyomi. gin, who he had prayed was not dead despite every lack of faith and belief in such higher powers, was in there. his eye snapped about towards where he could sense the source of that power and he wanted to breathe in. but more than that was the anger which was rising within him, an anger that was so vast and deep that he could not have begun to name the depth of it. oh, this was not the anger of a mortal.

THIS WAS THE WRATH OF A GOD.

the fury which had been building for the last hour, since the moment that yhwach had disappeared with gin in hand to go strike down yamamoto, was a sudden storm of ice within his body and his soul. and more than that was a sensation of something cold and dark that seemed to rise within himself, within his soul -- something that seemed ready as he was to rip this place APART. he paid little mind towards the creeping of the cold within his veins. he paid no heed to what it might have been. all that he knew was that gin was in there -- gin, who had been dead for two years. gin, who had fallen beneath the strike of his kyoka suigetsu no matter how much aizen had struggled against it, no matter how he had shrieked his desperation within his very soul.

the air began to thicken, curdling with raw killing intent, even as aizen's lips drew back from his teeth in a feral snarl. there was no withholding it, not when he had been so kindly invited to this parlance by the very leader of the quincy who had decided to step forth into the tomb of Muken to draw aizen's attention to him. to, what it seemed to the brunet, offer him a job. that was how it had read and the scorn of but a short while ago had yet to abate. here and now, there was a true chance that the lanky man who had seemed willing to take up the mantle of responsibility might find himself slammed to the ground thanks to the way the particles of air seemed to grind together whilst a violet overcast began to permeate the atmosphere. there was no attempt on aizen's part to hold back and he would engulf the whole of this place in his grasp if he could, within his own power. it was heavy, that power, cold and fraught with the promise of death; this was something he had withheld himself from on that day until kurosaki ichigo had arrived to put a stop to his efforts. there was every chance that the older man would have to struggle to breathe, if not outright keep his thoughts running. for this was the anger that had burned in aizen sousuke's soul becoming manifest, rippling wavering tongues of fire seeming to grow to crown shoulders and head. it was not the burning brightness that had adorned yamamoto; this was the boiling surface of the sun turned in on itself.

this was the pulsing heart of a black hole, drawing all matter and light inwards.

anger was, as he remembered saying once to gin so long ago when he had been still a boy, a useless emotion. anger made you reckless. anger could make you stupid. anger could mean losing control of yourself. how that had come back to haunt him. how many talks had they had? how many times had gin come to him with questions, seeking to understand the man he'd call boss with a sly grin that had never quite been openly mocking? how many late nights had they spent together, discussing many things, sharing in their views? how brilliant the little viper had been, coiling himself willingly first around aizen's wrist, then later draping those strong coils of silver over shoulders and looping around the proud neck? such was how aizen had ever felt him. for two years, for two years he had been dead. for two years, aizen sousuke had screamed out into the dark against what he had done.

FOR TWO YEARS, HE HAD BEEN CERTAIN THAT HE HAD KILLED THE MOONLIGHT OF HIS OWN SOUL.

anger, right now, seemed entirely apt to the situation at hand.

aizen didn't even think on what he was going to do. he didn't think twice on it as his hand lifted and words began to spill from his mouth, a guttural snarl distorting his voice as he spoke, palm facing the front of the palace. yhwach had invited him so he might as well ANNOUNCE HIMSELF ---

❝ howling tempest, rising storm! clouded eyes and tongues turn to ash! rise and become the fang of the sky, fall and become the belly of the earth! thunder steel, crimson rock, unbind thyself in the heart of the tempest! hadou #88: hiryuu gekisoku shinten raihou! ❞

out thrust his hand, fingers spreading wide and palm facing the architecture as the very atmosphere BOOMED before the eruption of what burst forth. this was not the simplistic display on that night that he had found this kido lancing towards him courtesy of tsukibishi tessai. that had been a storm of lightning and reiatsu. this display was as if one had gathered every storm in the world, all the lightning that could be birthed in the hearts of storm clouds, and woven it into the bar of blinding blue-white destruction that filled the air. this was not a kido so much as it was simply destruction. like liquid lightning, like the heart of the storm. there was no attempt to do more than close his eye to the flaring of lightning that erupted from his hand, yet even though his eye was shut, the actinic flare of it nearly blinded him. he had not cared to warn the man who had come with him, had not bothered. either shinji would have seen what was coming as his power had swelled into the air and would have shielded his face from it or he would be left blinded. the phosphorescent brilliance of the strobing power tore at the atmosphere and the building before himself, claws of storm-born wrath ripping into the architecture and destroying it, leaving debris and rubble to blast inwards. no heed was given to the quincy who likely dwelt inside, those who likely had been consumed as a shock wave of air blasted back towards himself and the older man. he did take enough care to step between it and shinji, yet how the air still was left to howl as steam rose in hissing wreaths of misty ribbons from where the ice which had so coated this place had flashburned into vaporous columns of super-heated water.

he barely waited for the last particles of the kido to depart from his hand before he was striding forward without thought or care to the ruin he had wrought. ever and always had aizen's power been something he contained, going through the world bent in on himself, shoulders hunched and head bowed. he had blunted himself for the sake of others around himself, choosing to do so simply because it had ever been convenient for him. it was well known that captains suppressed their power out of courtesy to their subordinates and even when gin had become a captain in his own right, aizen had still withheld much of his power.

there was, however, no reason for him to hold back now. there was no reason for him to care about holding back. he had gin's location firmly fixed in his head and already his hand was lifting again to snarl out the words of another kido.

❝ ye lord! mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! inferno and pandemonium, the sea barrier surges, march on to the south! hadou #31: shakkaho! ❞

how the atmosphere seemed to SCREAM as aizen's power once more was brought to bear with a second explosion formed from the kido he had unleashed. during the winter war, he had created a tsunami of lightning with a raikoho, not even bothering to name or number it. here, with the chants focused into increasing the power of those kido, the destruction was unparalleled.

the front of the building was simply no longer there for perhaps a third of the way across its breadth from where he had unleashed the first kido. the second one was an explosion of fire and super-heated air, turning the architecture of the quincy environment into nothing more than dust-laden rubble. that sweltering wave of air was a coughing roar as the very atmosphere shook with the impact of such heat rising suddenly from the edges of the building where it had been reduced to slag, smoldering and drooping upon itself. rock could melt, under enough heat. even stone could burn. he gave no thought to those who must have died with those two kido for he was striding forward, moving past the rising steps that rose on either side of him and onto the air itself without leaving himself to step upon the molten surface beneath his feet. if yhwach had expected anything else for his arrival, then that was just too bad, wasn't it? his fury was a fine thing, a vintage that had become sharp and acidic to tongue and throat alike. how fully he pulled that power about himself, wreathed in the tumultuous rising of purple that wafted from shoulders and head alike.

there was little effort to reign in that power either, likely crushing those who were not strong enough to tolerate it to the floor and forcing expiration upon them. but he was here. he had been invited. they could not be put out by how he had responded to it. those brown strands of hair were left drying swiftly thanks to the heat that was caused by the kido's aftermath and he continued onward until he found himself finally stepping onto the cold stone flooring and lifted his chin slightly before his voice roared into the air.

❝ i am here, quincy! you wished to speak with me, after all! ❞

he was here and yet even as he spoke, aizen's head turned, his body, turned towards where he could feel gin. he didn't care about welcoming parties, didn't care who might be there to greet him after that display of fury. he was going to go to gin without hesitation and either his one-time captain could trail along after him or he could stay and wait and apologize for aizen's behavior. it didn't matter. the purpose of coming here had been to find gin and to pull him free.

one way or another, he would find his way to gin before any chance of parlay was to occur, no matter who he had to go through.

gin was the important one here. gin was the reason for his being in this place. once he could see him, once he could get him out of here -- maybe then he might actually take a few seconds to consider actually speaking with yhwach.

/ @yhwch @godkilller

#yhwch #godkilller #t: tbn #[ verse: blood war ] as i cannot be the hero let me be the monster and lesson them in fear in place of love.#:^) i wrote up the incantation for that one kido all by myself #i'm actually pretty proud of how it reads and sounds #but hey kubo didn't make an incantation for it so that's all MINE #okay but also aizen is just being monstrous here #he doesn't care who he's just killed #he doesn't care who just got obliterated from the face of this world #he really does not give a damn about any of it #he's here for gin and he's not going to stop until he gets to him #he will go through EVERYTHING HE HAS TO TO GET TO HIM #honestly he's about three seconds away from just going right for gin #good luck stopping him right now #you'd probably have an easier chance at stopping a landslide #yeah this falls under 'natural disaster' right????

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virtualcarrot · 2 years

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[Verse 1] Eyes flash in the dark Can I give you a hit for your pinball heart? It's not heaven but it's a start So lightly we tread You were calling me up from your hospital bed Now we're doing it all again

[Verse 2] You dance sugar-sweet Wearing nothing but furs and the shoes on your feet Who knows when we'll meet again And it's always the same See the drink couldn't wash out the taste of your name Can you tell me it's not the end?

[Chorus] It's the beat in your chest It's the smoke on your breath As the dopamine begins to light your eyes There's nothing but the dust and dirt to keep us up tonight And my heart is singing, screaming, "I'm alive" Oh, darling, if we end it all at least you're by my side And we can never die We can never die As the dopamine begins to light your eyes There's nothing but the dust and dirt to keep us up tonight And my heart is singing, screaming, "I'm alive" Oh, darling, if we end it all at least you're by my side And we can never die

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#music rec #barns courtney #disco elysium #first: this song is dope regardless of fandom stuff #second: this song would be such a harrykim shipping song for when le retour comes #if not for the fact I cannot for the life of me picture kim dancing in only furs and shoes #(also harry's drinking in that verse and I'm very attached to my disaster detective's sobriety)#okay so it doesn't perfectly fit but it fits ENOUGH OKAY #anyway it'd seem I'm at that point of my fandom obsession where every song starts evoking it regardless of any actual accuracy #BUT I'M SORRY 'PINBALL HEART'!!! (kim would hate it i love that)#THE SMOKING!!!#that's it #that's all I have

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assassincraft · 2 years

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lyric starter for【 @hexsreality 】

song: brave faces, everyone by spanish love songs

talking to people about the classroom... the emotions that bubbled in his gut amongst trying to stop it from happening. preventing, procrastinating, delating the inevitable was all they were doing and at the end of it they knew that. it was already over at this point and they got mobbed, unexpectedly outed to the news from their own organization that had them do this all in the first place.

❝ this world, it has no empathy, we will never find our own place. ❞ a hum of words, he didn’t really expect people to understand what they were going through at the end of this. humanity was cruel, and these news casters pretty much exploited these crying children for their daily news. they were in destress, and it was hard to get out nowadays without someone trying to follow them and ask questions. they already did what they needed, some peace and quiet after such a gruesome murder, would be nice to relax.

#「⑆」 they soften your absence but they donʼt let me dream 🗡️ text posts 「⑆」#「⑆」 i wonʼt say a word until you stop breathing 🗡️ in character 「⑆」#「⑆」 it has more to do with me killing him than it ever did protecting myself 🗡️ closed rp 「⑆」#this always ends up the song that i get on shuffle when i do these its the second time #but i love it so much so i dont care #「⑆」 youʼll stay as a reminder of how fucked this world can be 🗡️ post verse 「⑆」#i hope this is okay after the long wait !!#「⑆」 bloody drip and a taste on my lips 🗡️ queue 「⑆」

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@unitedleader sent '9' for a lyric starter from an 80s song 　　　　　♫ wham! - wake me up before you go go

" Let's not fight, "

Kurt didn't sound defeated, exactly, but his tone did sound like he wanted this conversation to be over. It was rich really, seeing as he'd been persistent with his brother, maybe a bit too much so. But seeing as Burt and Carole are out tonight and Kurt brought all the ingredients, this conversations was happening yet again, this time over Kurt's homemade arrabiata.

" I just don't get why you're so stuck on this marriage thing, why you're still going through with it. I want to be at your wedding, but not when we're eighteen. What if you don't like New York? Have you really thought out what you're doing once we get out of here, other than marrying Rachel? "

It's one of those questions he knows could go down poorly - so much for not fighting about this. But either way, he knows it's not something Finn's considering. Or it's something Finn's blatantly ignoring. Either way, Kurt's giving him one of those looks that's studying him like a piece of art - the kind where it's a bit too obvious what the intention was. Kurt likes to think he knows Finn better than most people. And Rachel too. What kind of person - brother, friend - would he be if he didn't tell him how insane he thought this was.

#a few of my favourite things ( rp thread. )#' you and me man ' ( kurt and finn. )#bottom of the social heap ( high school verse. )#unitedleader #// totally okay if you don't want to respond to this but I decided this sort of era might be interesting #especially because it'd give finn something to hang over kurt's head in s5 aus #also ngl the 80s was HARD because it's my most diverse decade musically #I wanted to be impressive with some goth or new wave or classic rock #but decided on wham...#which says a lot about me I'm sure #my second choice was pink houses and to have kurt hear that that's his RINGTONE on finn's phone #which I still love #but that seemed like cheating #either way !! here's a thing if you would like it !! xx

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