#i must have watched every tiktok with that sound

[nightmarebunarts]

Alice "Daisy" Tonner is a cop and a bastard but she could threaten me with a knife and I would thank her she would be a dnd barbarian who refuses to rage these are a f- [gunshot]

#i must have watched every tiktok with that sound #so obviously it was stuck in my head on loop while drawing this #anyway tfw your girlfriend is consumed by the animalistic urge to hunt #tma #the magnus archives #basira hussain #daisy tonner #tma basira #tma daisy #tma fanart #artists on tumblr #art #digital art #myart

[jillianallen14]

Dear Baby Bats - Goth Band Recommendations

As a middle sibling goth (I’ve been in the subculture for close to 10 years now, so not a baby bat but not an elder goth either), let me turn you on to some bands because we do not gatekeep in this house!! Also, if you want consistently good lesser-known & brand new goth band recs, go follow Awfully Sinister on TikTok and Instagram. He’s a DJ & has great recs. I've found so much music through him because it's really hard to keep up with all the new bands cropping up every year. You want to avoid the goth subreddit because they are extremely gatekeeper-y and argue over labels constantly. It’ll just confuse you, and they are not nice over there.

If you’re very new to the subculture, and you haven’t yet listened to all of Bauhaus, Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Cure, Sisters of Mercy, Christian Death, Cocteau Twins, Clan of Xymox, Joy Division, and Depeche Mode, go do so now. You'll want to know which of them you really enjoy the most because it will help you know which sub-subgenre(s) of goth you want to watch out for, and it'll tell you what to look for to find it. For example, Sisters of Mercy is the gothic rock subgenre, Christian Death is deathrock, Cocteau Twins is ethereal wave, Clan of Xymox is like the original darkwave, Joy Division is classic post-punk, etc.

I’ve bolded some of my absolute must-listen to goth bands, and I've put monthly Spotify listeners for each band so you know which ones deserve WAY more love. And in my pre-list ramblings for each OG band, I've given you some key terms to look up so you can more easily find music that's similar to what you enjoy. Okay, here we go:

If you like Bauhaus:

Bauhaus is a hard one because honestly, nobody really sounds like them, and they aren't really that closely associated with a specific sub-subgenre of goth. They have an extremely unique sound. They’re my favorite band of all time (I even have a tattoo for them, like I am devoted lol), but even I have a difficult time finding other bands that scratch their particular itch for me. These bands I’ve listed are as close as you’re gonna get imo.

Virgin Prunes (80’s band that has absolutely unhinged music in the way Bauhaus has unhinged music; one of my favorites; no one else does it like them and no one else ever will; I would actually give my left foot to see them live); 13.2k monthly listeners (this is actually physically painful to me, how is it this low!!! don't walk, RUN to go listen to them)

Alien Sex Fiend (80’s classic unhinged goth); 77k monthly listeners

Sextile (modern band that has some very Bauhaus-sounding guitar work at times); 147k listeners

The Danse Society (80’s unhinged goth; has similar experimental vibes to Bauhaus imo); 36k listeners

Sex Beat (80’s band); not even really on Spotify

Ritual Howls (modern band; I don’t know why it gives Bauhaus, but it does; one of the few modern bands that scratches that particular itch for me); 45k listeners

The Agnes Circle (modern band; one of my favorites; they have the right Bauhaus-like atmosphere for me); 52k listeners

Traitrs (I can’t explain why they remind me of Bauhaus, but they do; another one of my fave modern bands; they make me want to start levitating and doing the Ian Curtis dance in the same way Bauhaus does lol); 239k listeners

Paralisis Permanente (underrated 80’s; they have a lot in common with Bauhaus’s sound actually, def give them a try!); 54k monthly listeners

If you like Siouxsie and the Banshees:

Siouxsie is another one that's hard to pin down sound-wise because again, they don't really fit into one specific sub-subgenre, so all of these recs are just goth bands with female vocalists who have the same kind of powerful vocals that Siouxsie does.

Second Still (modern band; singer sounds a lot like Siouxsie to me at times); 69k listeners

Skeletal Family (80’s band; has the same “women in punk” vibes that Siouxsie has); 55k listeners

Xmal Deutschland (80’s band; has the same powerful vocals that Siouxsie has; makes you wanna go stupid go crazy the way the Banshees do); 73k listeners

Secret Shame (modern band w/ w woman singer; has the same rage that Siouxsie songs have to me, especially early Siouxsie); 6k listeners (let's get those numbers up, folks!!!)

Rosegarden Funeral Party (modern band w/ a woman vocalist); 57k listeners

Mephisto Walz (90s & 2000s; sounds so much like the Banshees at times); 56k listeners

If you like Depeche Mode:

For Depeche Mode enjoyers (which DM is kind of on the fringes of what’s considered “goth,” but they’re so entrenched in the subculture that I included them anyway), you’re gonna want to delve into modern goth playlists that have a lot of EBM (electronic body music) and modern goth that leans towards synthpop/synthwave. So those are the kinds of playlists you’ll want to search up for similar sounds to DM.

Nuovo Testamento (modern band; combines post-punk and pop elements in a way that’s very similar to Depeche Mode; lots of fun live, and they have a good sound); 25k listeners

Boy Harsher (modern band; relies heavily on synth; feels like it should be playing at every goth club); 558k listeners

ULTRA SUNN (modern band; singer sounds like Dave Gahan); 217k listeners (they just blew up on tiktok recently, which explains why this just skyrocketed since the last time I was on their Spotify page lol; good for them, good for them, they deserve it)

Ministry's first album, which was synthwave/synthpop before they went industrial (this is one of my all-time favorite albums)

French Police (modern band); 252k listeners

Closed Tear (modern band); 152k listeners

Night Sins (modern band); 33k listeners

Panic Priest (modern band; vocals sound decently similar to Dave Gahan & there is a lot of reliance on synth; In All Severity is a gorgeous song); 5k listeners

Fad Gadget (underrated 80’s band; I just feel like if you like DM, you’re also gonna like this band); 58k listeners

If you like The Cure:

You'll be hard-pressed to find a goth band that wasn't influenced by The Cure, so I really can't give you any key terms for what to look up lol. They also changed their sound so frequently that it entirely depends on what era of The Cure's music you're looking to find similar music for.

Vision Video (modern band; combines post-punk and pop elements like The Cure does; one of my fave modern goth bands; they are INCREDIBLE live); 52k listeners (I'm gonna need y'all to get a song or two of theirs to blow up on tiktok expeditiously lol)

Urban Heat (modern band; great live); 36k listeners

The Chameleons (80’s band; very underrated; they are also very good live); 167k listeners

House of Harm (modern band, very new; also very good live; has pop elements); 44k listeners

Deceits (modern band, another very new one); 28k listeners (it's crazy how much this number has grown the past two months because it was in the single thousands not that long ago; everyone say thank you, tiktok)

Drab Majesty (modern band; their instrumentals remind me of The Cure); 172k listeners

Double Echo (modern band; their instrumentals also remind me of The Cure); 15k listeners (let's get these numbers up!!!)

The Bolshoi (underrated 80’s band that combines new wave and goth elements in a similar way to The Cure); 114k listeners

The Essence (underrated 80s band that sounds so much like The Cure it’s actually insane, but they’ve got their own sound too; they’re like a perfect blend of all of The Cure’s different sounds); 25k monthly listeners

Miss Teen America (brand new band from NYC! They only have one single out right now, and it’s well worth listening to); 940 monthly listeners (y’all know what to do!!! Let’s get those numbers up, up, up!) link to their single: https://open.spotify.com/album/4nvdZeUVLLrMv3tEziCqm7?si=2WVS7-eYQLGR7Id3wLiKhg

If you like Clan of Xymox:

Most of these bands will be modern ones because Clan of Xymox was honestly way ahead of their time. (They are also amazing live, so go see them before they eventually call it quits!) For playlists that are full of their vibe, you’re gonna want to look up “darkwave” playlists and also some EBM. Clan of Xymox pioneered darkwave, so any darkwave band you listen to is gonna be influenced by their sound in some way or another.

Harsh Symmetry (modern, very new; very heavily relies on synth); 29k listeners

Ssleeping Desiress (modern band; instrumentals similar to Xymox); 55k listeners

Twin Tribes (probably my favorite modern goth band; they are fucking incredible, and I’m dying to see them live); 276k listeners

ACTORS (modern band; heavily relies on synth); 86k listeners

Mareux (modern; heavily relies on synth); 4.8 million listeners (this is wild!!!! everyone say thank you, tiktok)

Sixth June (modern); 23k listeners

Plastique Noir (modern); 40k listeners

Rendez Vous (modern); 160k listeners

Minuit Machine (modern); 97k listeners

If you like Christian Death:

All of these recs will be deathrock recs or goth bands that heavily leaned on punk sounds. So if CD is the OG goth band you’re most fond of, you’re gonna want to delve into deathrock playlists for similar sounds.

Asylum Party (80’s band); not on spotify

45 Grave (80’s band); 47k listeners

Voodoo Church (80’s band; probably my favorite out of this bunch; I actually like them more than Christian Death); 7k listeners (let's get these numbers up immediately!!!!)

Ausgang (80’s band); 2k listeners (WHAT; they deserve so much more, damn)

Corpus Delicti (90’s band; they are very good; they sound the least like Christian Death on this list imo); 26k listeners

13th Chime (80’s band; very underrated); 6k listeners

The Birthday Party (80’s band; very unhinged sound); 54k listeners

UK Decay (you know, I actually don’t know what era they’re from; unhinged sound); 1k listeners (omg)

Super Heroines (underrated 80’s band); 2k listeners (you see what I meant about underrated?)

Specimen (80s band; this one could have just as easily gone under Bauhaus tbh, but the vocals are generally higher pitched than Peter Murphy’s, so I put them under this category); 102k listeners

Sex Gang Children (80’s band; just so unhinged & I love them for it); 27k listeners

Suspiria (90s, I think? I don’t actually know); barely on Spotify but 27k listeners

Theatre of Hate (80s); 7k listeners

Bloody Dead and Sexy (2000s, I think); 44k listeners

If you like Cocteau Twins:

Cocteau Twins’ early sound is usually categorized as “ethereal wave” goth, so those are the playlists you’ll want to look up if you enjoy their early sound. If you like their later sound, you’re gonna want to lean more towards shoegaze for similar vibes.

Dead Can Dance (80’s band; NO one, and I mean NO ONE, was doing it like Dead Can Dance; so fun to dance to in the goth club); 332k listeners

Lycia (90’s band; their music is very transcendent); 20k listeners

Linea Aspera (modern band; gorgeous woman vocals; honestly, their music is just very beautiful); 67k listeners

This Mortal Coil (formed in the 80s; some songs feature Elizabeth Fraser & Robin Guthrie from Cocteau Twins, but even the ones that don’t still have an ethereal vibe similar to CT; Sixteen Days/Gathering Dust is just like the best song ever); 310k listeners

If you like Joy Division:

All of these bands will be ones that sound very classically post-punk, so those are the playlists to search out; emphasis on "classic" because post-punk is a very broad term that gets applied to a lot of music. I would argue that Joy Division has had the most influence out of all the OG goth bands on the current goth sound/goth renaissance we're going through right now, so there are a LOT of bands out there for you if you’re a JD fan.

Molchat Doma (modern band); 2.5 million listeners (wow lol, they've grown so much over the past two years, it's actually insane; good for them)

Soviet Soviet (modern band); 152k listeners

Fearing (modern band; very good live); 30k listeners

Ploho (modern band); 146k listeners

Pink Turns Blue (criminally underrated 80’s band; they are SO good live); 98k listeners (this is an actual travesty, this band is way too good to not even be in the hundred thousands)

The Sound (another incredibly underrated 80’s band); 119k listeners

This Cold Night (modern; has the deep vocals of Joy Division and the driving bass); 150k listeners

Bleib Modern (modern); has very similar vocals to Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, which is a band listed under the Sisters of Mercy section of this post, so if you end up liking this band, you should also listen to Red Lorry Yellow Lorry & vice versa; 36k listeners

Lebanon Hanover (modern; has the existential angst that Joy Division always ignites in me); 936k listeners (this is crazy, holy shit!!!!!! go, Lebanon Hanover, go!! now if only they would tour the damn US)

She Past Away (modern; deep vocals); 226k listeners

Belgrado (modern; woman vocals!); 18k listeners (they deserve better than this!!)

Leonora Post Punk (modern; Mexican goth band w/ Spanish vocals, so support them! They’re amazing! They have those deep vocals you want when you’re looking for a similar sound to Joy Division); 56k listeners

O. Children (modern; has the deep vocals & interesting bass lines that Joy Division was known for; great band); 29k listeners

If you like Sisters of Mercy:

This is one of my least favorite goth subcategories, which is odd because I actually love Sisters. But if you’re looking for a lot of music that sounds like SoM, I’d suggest delving into the 90’s and early 2000’s goth music scene. Search out those playlists.

Rosetta Stone (90’s band); 54k listeners

Miazma (modern); 10k listeners

Red Lorry Yellow Lorry (another criminally underrated 80’s band; one of my fave goth bands); 40k listeners (THEY!! DESERVE!! BETTER!!)

Dreamtime (modern); 65 listeners (ouch lol, please go show them some love)

Fields of the Nephilim (80’s, I think; if you’re a metalhead, you’ll probably appreciate this band); 95k listeners

The Merry Thoughts (80s); 19k listeners

The March Violets (underrated 80s; might be a controversial opinion to put them under SoM, but I’m standing by it); 69k listeners

Horror Vacui (modern; it’s kind of a stretch putting them here tbh, but I couldn’t figure out what other category to put them under); 44k listeners

Also, if you want a 1500-song, 105-hour goth playlist that’s constantly growing, here you go. The name of it is a dig at my ex lol: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6jCV530pMmOEmDHj4CLNka?si=cEVKiyAwQpaieGiV2pMyqw

#goth music #Bauhaus #the cure #Christian death #Siouxsie and the banshees #goth #post-punk #baby bats #music recs #Joy division #Depeche Mode #clan of Xymox #sisters of mercy #Cocteau twins #Spotify

[blue-jisungs]

PLAYLIST

author's note. sorry for the slight delay!!! i hopeu all enjoy it tho<3 thank u so sooo mcuh @slytherinshua for the banner (again)<3333333333

summary. jihoon is curious about you, especially your music taste and this... somehow leads to your first kiss with him

word count. 1233

genre. music major!jihoon (and also undercover artist, woozi) x psychology major!yn

jihoon felt like a fool.

a complete, love struck fool.

he didn’t know what you did to him but – how did wonwoo phrase it? he was down bad for you – he was whipped.

ever since bumping into you in the library, which was quite embarrassing by the way, he just couldn’t get his mind off you. luckily for him, he gained some courage to talk to you and exchange socials.

you were in a talking stage, getting to know each other. like, for example your name, sign, major – so on, so forth. he was completely smitten to find out that you’re a psychology student but then again, you seemed amazed when he told you he’s majoring in music.

despite all this knowledge he still yearned to know more. your music taste, favorite drink, the name of your first hamster that you had in childhood– despite how creepy it sounded, it was the effect you had on him.

naturally, you wanted to know more about him too.

hence you’re here now, in his studio.

“do you want something to drink? vodka? tequilla? i mean, other drinks are okay too. ice with water?” jihoon asked, opening his mini fridge and trying to ignore the feeling of blood rushing to his ears. he’s such an idiot. ice with water? really, jihoon?

“water is fine” you grinned, looking around the room.

you were curious about the studio, it’s where the magic happens after all. apparently he didn’t let people in… except his friends. even with them he made some exceptions – like soonyoung, who once snuck in while he was drunk and made a song about a tiger…? you remember this story, he told you it on one of your first meetings (dates?).

“it all looks so expensive” you sighed, scared to even touch anything. jihoon must have noticed it because he broke a smile.

“well… music equipment usually is quite pricey. but feel free to try something, i’ll guide you. guitar, keyboard, saxophone… even the mixing board” he hummed and handed you the glass of water.

“oh really? i always wanted to try the silly machine” you pointed at the sound mixer, recalling a video you saw on tiktok how the grey keys lit up upon touching.

“here you go, then” jihoon grinned and pulled your chair closer to it, causing you to giggle. then, he pulled another chair for him and sat down.

he turned it on and put you glass away, ebony irises looking at you with excitement.

“so do i just…?” you asked and shyly tapped one of the tiles, it making a sound and lighting up with a pink light.

jihoon watched you good around with it, creating a silly melody and being rather amused by the colors than the music itself. his heart was thumping against his chest, weirdly liking it. he was anxious that he’d feel somehow stressed and somehow angry upon seeing you touch his instruments. he always did when someone came over. but with you… why was he so carefree?

“i have no idea how you do it, that just sounded like cocomelon intro” a laugh escaped your lips and jihoon joined you. oh, he loved the sound of your laughter.

“let me play some music, wait” jihoon stood up and grabbed his phone from the pocket of his sweats.

you admired him, observing his silhouette. he really fitted perfectly into this space, you could see he’s feeling himself because he’s surrounded by things he loves.

and he let you in that safe space of his.

this caused your heart to skip, trying to convince yourself it’s nothing. that he takes every girl here sooner or later, lets her play his instruments–

“everytime you look at me like that i wonder if you’re having flashbacks of your psychology textbooks, you know? and then you’re like… ‘ah yeah, he fits that description perfectly’” he giggled and you scoffed, shaking your head.

“you know, sometimes i can’t help but consider all the… small signs… but i don’t diagnose you!” you joked but saw his eyes widen. oh.

“small signs?” he asked, a bit of panic in his voice. great, now you freaked him out.

“like… you’re a workaholic but that’s no surprise, right?” you tried to ease the situation and it seemed that it worked.

“yeah, yeah” he nodded, a small smile blooming on his lips.

once again you looked around the room, eyes taking in every detail.

“wait, actually… do you want to play some music? i’m curious what you listen to” he asked and handed you the aux with a boyish smile.

“don’t judge me though… i’m already feeling kinda stupid” you laughed and scrolled through your playlist, jihoon looking over your arm.

you decided to play one of your cozy mixes on shuffle and turned around to peek at him.

“you… um, you know woozi?” jihoon asked, a tiny of nervousness in his voice.

“oh, yeah! jun recommend him to me! he’s so good, honestly. i kinda wish he had more music because i feel like i know every song by heart right now” you giggled and saw his eyes widen “what? you don’t like him?”

“wha… i… actually…” jihoon stuttered, mind racing like a wild horse galloping through the fields. why did jun tell you? no… he knew the answer to that – jun knew jihoon has a crush on you. what an asshole.

but… what to do now? how didn’t you figure out that woozi is him? should he confess? or should he thank you? or… maybe he should deny that he doesn’t know him.

“you kinda sound like him now that i think about it” you hummed, scanning his face.

“are you playing some psychological games with me right now?” jihoon asked, cracking a smile and finally sitting down next to you.

“no, why would i?” a frown appeared on your features. jihoon took it as a sign that you’re really clueless. taking a deep sigh, he pointed at one of the diplomas (or what you thought they were).

“i’m… woozi”

your mouth fell agape as you scanned the paper on the wall, secured safely in a ruby frame.

“and i’ll admit, you have a nice taste in music” he added, observing you. why was he kind of… excited by your reaction? the fact that you liked his music was another thing, making his heart go crazy.

“are you serious?” you asked in disbelief and your eyes shifted to meet his ebony ones.

“i’m in your playlist. come at me, gir” jihoon laughed and opened his arms in a cocky manner.

“so… woah. that’s crazy. i have a question though” you grinned, cocking an eyebrow at him. woozi’s mischievous spark in the eye told you to be straightforward “about who is ‘ruby’ about?”

no words were exchanged but the look he gave you was like an electric spark between you two. maybe hence the next thing he did, powered by an impulse, was standing up.

“can i kiss you?” he asked and you nodded vigorously, shame flying out of the window.

if it wasn’t said, the kiss definitely translated it into words: ‘ruby’ was about you. everything was about you, including his feelings.

his plush lips felt heavenly against yours, soft music playing in the background as his warm hands cupped your cheeks.

who knew that revealing your playlist to him would lead to your first kiss.

main masterlist | event masterlist

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[putting-kinger-in-places]

scene: The year is 2035. After a long wait, the first episode of the second season of The Amazing Digital Circus has released. I check into my neuralinked personal phone to log onto Youtube to watch the new episode. Youtube has been shut down permanently, along with every other social media site. If we didn’t, the ai generated cat slideshows would have gained sentience and plunged us deep into some sort of I have No Mouth And I Must Scream situation. While I am thankful, it’s also inconvenient to have to scan my eyeball every time I want to watch a show. Finally, I scan in. I think I got here before the content farms did. I can enjoy indie media in peace.

Suddenly, the piercing shriek of a nearly unpaid voice actor who sounds a little like Lizzie Freeman but isn’t actually her rings through my ear.

I was too late.

The latest track from that guy on tiktok has released. It’s POMNI X SPRAROINKLE SONG, with the new Digital Circus character. The sound of unedited synth keys fills my ears and I drop to my knees. It’s gotten into my brain. I can hear it. It’s gotten to the others too.

“DIGITAL CIRCUS BLIND BOX” it says, ringing through my brain.

“Yes, youtube content farm” we all say in unison

#this has been drafted for god knows how long #not a place

[spaceunicorn5000]

rapper! ony x singer! reader

summary: good girl gone bad ; you just can’t get enough of rapper ! ony who has made a name for himself for participating in a plethora of (usually) one-sided rap beefs, being a creative lyricist/producer, & being such a bad influence to your heart.

(I suck at summarizing ಥ_ಥ̥)

this post contains: head-cannons, cursing, n-word usage, smidge of smut, spelling errors, lowercase grammar, semi-toxic ! ony or wtv, crybaby ! reader, vague description of reader’s body, lowk clickbaited summary, not proofread.

▬▬ rapper! ony who “accidentally” leaks a snippet of his new song with your moans as the intro melody.

much to your horror the audio blows up on tiktok and now every time you open the app, that accursed audio plays.

the worst thing about it is that every time you bring up the audio to ony and question how it even got leaked in the first place, you’re met with a..

“mmcht, ma, for the last time I don’t know how it got leaked. connie’s dumb ass must have did something stupid and posted the wrong shit.”

or a..

“fatbutt, I don’t know why you complaining. you sound sexy as fuck and the fans wanna hear more of the track once i release it. you don’t wanna disappoint our fans, right ma?”

“n-no, I don’t wanna disappoint them but I just don’t feel comfortable with it. maybe you can call connie one more time and try to get it taken care of ?”

“ight.”

it never gets taken care of, in fact three weeks later ony drops the song with eren as featured artist which doubles the song’s popularity and makes it on the billboard hot 100.

“whose pussy is this, ma ? ~ mhm tell me ?” ony asks while delivering slow harsh strokes into your trembling body. your hair wrapped tightly in his hands as it helps aid his assault into your weeping cunt while his free hand is gripping your midsection equally as tight.

“f-fucknmhm, it’s yours pa,” ony’s abusive thrusts to your pussy force your words to ball up in the back of your throat as you try to concentrate on listening to his commands and hold the phone recording the intimate moment.

watching the phone slowly start to slip through your half- boneless hands, it urged him to re-wrap your hair (tightly) into his hands and harshly lift your body onto his chest while continuing his now- upward thrusts into your cunt. the new angle allowed a deeper reach into your cervix as ony heartlessly knocked into it. “say it louder for the camera baby. whose owns this pussy ?”

“ony does, ony owns my pussy. fuck~ please pa I’m so close.”

“good girl, ma. you so pretty when you cry. now cum for me.” ony commands as he watches your body tremble in pure overstimulation and pleasure. biting his lip as he gently wipes the tears from out the corner your eyes and leans down to kiss your cheek.

▬▬ rapper ! ony who can sense when someone is making his girl laugh.

“ony what is your opinion on the Kendrick vs Drake beef?” a reporter asked while shoving her mic into his face.

ony who was tired of being asked this question sighed and tried his best to formulate a sentence that would not offend either rapper.

“well you know I be-” he stops mid sentence to turn around before hearing the soft chuckle of his girlfriend from across the garden of the regal event.

the reporter who was standing there unanswered lifted a brow and tried to gain ony’s attention back on the question for it’s live broadcasted audience.

“umm, ony ?” the reporter asked until she heard a feminine chuckle from the other side of her. the reporter and the cameraman turned swiftly to what caught ony’s eye to see you laughing hysterically at something thee Brent Faiyaz said.

“I’ll be back.” ony mumbled.

(damn.. someone stole my bitch.)

▬▬ rapper ! ony who promotes your music to his hardcore fan base.

▬▬ rapper ! ony who cannot keep his hands off your body.

he is stuck to you like white on rice.

you physically cannot escape this man because his strong arms are always securely wrapped around your waist, neck or arm.

ony isn’t a controlling person, but he is very clingy. he likes to feel the presence of his girl around him and having a body part of his connect to yours-

It sedates him.

cheesy? I know.. but he’s your man, so you’ll deal with it.

▬▬ rapper ! ony whose mean mug is nasty.

he does not play when it comes to people besides him being handsy with you.

ony’s sideeye has become a stan twitter icon.

in the earlier stages of your blooming relationship ony did not want to come off as too overbearing (he is) and let a lot of of his boundaries be overstepped. he never wanted to cause a big scene, so he always used his face to project his emotions instead of his words and fist.

a particular event where you had been pulled to the side to be interviewed had blown up all over social media because of ony deviously standing in the back- mugging the fuck out of the reporter whose hands were on the small of your back.

retweets of the incident had you delighted while ony was rather annoyed.

▬▬ rapper ! ony who dedicates an entire album to you.

▬▬ rapper ! ony who corrects your behavior.

ony has eyes all over. never forget that.

you two had gotten into an argument the day before over something small. at this point you had already forgotten what you two were arguing about, but the impact of the altercation was still there.

you despised when ony bested you in an argument and in retaliation you decided to attend a not-so little house party that ony advised you not to attend.

so what did you do?

you went to the party.

that night you’d tell ony that it was all sasha’s fault, but this was a conscious choice made by yourself.

that night you were spent bent over ony’s leg being spanked till tears then finger fucked.

▬▬ rapper ! ony who can’t stop talking about you during interviews.

▬▬ rapper ! ony who verbally dragged another artist who decided it would be cute to throw shade at your new single.

“ony, delete the tweet.” with your hands on your hips you let out a deep sigh. you two have been bickering back and forth all evening about the tweet-simply because you didn’t care what someone with barely 500k streams had to say.

“no, she’s gonna learn to pick her battles wisely today, ma.”

“oh my fucking god onyankopon put the phone down.”

(end of rapper! ony x singer! reader headcannons pt. 1)

author note: thank you so much for reading and noting. I have not written in years (2019-22) and I wanted to jump back into something new. usually I would’ve written a 10k fanfic on naruto but I’ve been tuning into a lot of aot/jjk content and I’ve decided this is my new era of writing. I cannot wait to find my own comfort and flow with this new fandom !!

#aot x black reader #onyankopon x black!reader #aot x reader #anime #x black fem reader #black reader

[wnobin]

NO BUNNY BUT YOU! 🐰

petsitter! wonbin x fem! reader

series synopsis: your friends refuse to look after your bunnies, tokki and dokki, while you’re on an overseas programme for a week. luckily, winter knows the right person for the job.

series masterlist

part seven: jealous

wonbin still couldn’t believe how far he made it. he was now standing outside your classroom, waiting for your lesson to end so you and him could get dinner together. just another 5 minutes and you would be out, the text from you read. wonbin turned his phone off after sending you the thumbs up emoji, nervously biting his lower lip as sungchan scrolled through tiktok next to him, having been forced to come wait with wonbin for emotional support. the nervous male switched to pick at his hangnails, looking up every time he heard someone’s feet shuffling, hoping that it would be you.

“jesus, did you bring me here to hold your hand? stop doing that.”

sungchan grabbed wonbin’s wrist in order to force him to stop picking at his skin which would eventually turn into small wounds that he would whine all night about. “of course i didn’t bring you here for that, i don’t need you to hold my hand,” wonbin scoffed, pulling his wrist away and rolling his eyes at sungchan. this only made sungchan laugh harder, intertwining his fingers with the other who cringed and tried to pull away. “aww, little wonbin needs me to hold his hand before his first date ever!”

the two of them continued their bickering, wonbin still trying to separate their hands, not even noticing you had already left the classroom and was now watching them argue with intertwined hands. you cleared your throat to get their attention and they immediately dropped their hands, wonbin bringing his hand behind his back as sungchan sheepishly scratched his head, turning to greet you. “hey, y/n! didn’t see you there…” he could once again feel wonbin’s glares at the side of his head and he couldn’t help but to awkwardly laugh, backing away as he patted wonbin’s shoulder. “you don’t need me here anymore. take care of him y/n! it’s his first date ever!”

before wonbin could tell sungchan to shut up, he was already giggling and sprinting back to the dorms. “fuckin’ hate that guy, i swear…”

“really? seemed like you must love him if you were holding hands with him,” you teased, giggling at the situation you caught them in. you caught the way wonbin’s cheeks flushed and he tried to avoid your gaze. he was cute. really cute. “if you keep making fun of me you can get dinner by yourself,” wonbin tried to sound assertive but you could hear the nervousness in his voice. you didn’t think sungchan was lying about this being wonbin’s first date so you decided to take the lead, tugging on his sleeve and beginning your walk to the nearby ramen place off-campus. you weren’t that brave though, still hesitant to hold wonbin’s hand despite the back of your hands touching due to the close proximity.

wonbin wanted desperately to interlock hands with yours but he was still too shy to initiate any sort of physical contact with you. what do people usually do on first dates? is holding hands a first date or second date thing? his head was full of thoughts like this and he zoned out, not even realising that your hand was holding his stiff and unresponsive hand, too busy thinking of what conversation topics he should bring up during the dinner. he didn’t even notice the way his hand suddenly felt warmer until you squeezed it gently, bringing him back to reality, the both of you now standing in front of the ramen restaurant. it was surprisingly quiet for a weekday evening, the place usually brimming with groups of students who had just finished their lectures.

you guys didn’t have to wait long until you were seated in a booth, a male with a notepad and menus quickly heading over to your table. “oh, y/n? i didn’t expect to see you here!” you lifted your head to look at the waiter, who was also your classmate in one of your biology classes. or your communications class. you didn’t know, you didn’t pay attention to other guys anyways. you greeted him back, not engaging in further conversation when you had the guy of your dreams right in front of you. for some reason, wonbin no longer had a small smile on his face, now replaced by a tight lipped expression. he was wearing a nametag with the name niki. he didn’t miss the way niki’s fingers lingered on yours a little longer than normal when he handed the menus over to you, or the way he gave wonbin a sidelong glance. wonbin wasn’t the type to let his jealousy show easily, but couldn’t he tell that you were on a date? maybe he should’ve sat next to you instead of opposite you. thankfully, niki left after taking your orders without attempting to make small talk with you.

while waiting for your food, you slumped over and sighed, beginning to rant to wonbin about your long day of lessons and how your group mates were being useless as always. wonbin always listened so intently, staring at you with those attentive wide eyes of his and chiming in with his own opinions. it was easy to talk to him, conversations with him never felt forced and you felt like you could be yourself around him. you just hoped he felt the same. the two of you continued talking about random topics of conversation, school, the bunnies, your friends and even the latest episode of the netflix series you were both watching until you were done with your meals. wonbin had his eyes on you the entire time, noticing how you had a slight blush on your cheeks and the littlest of eyeshadow on your lids, and the necklace that adorned your neck. he never noticed that it was a silver moon, matching his gold star necklace that he always wore. it’s like you two were made for each other.

after finishing your foods, you and wonbin stayed behind for awhile to try and fight off the food coma you were both slipping into. eventually, you both made your way to the counter, putting your card out to pay. wonbin pushed your card away, putting out his own and insisting that he would pay for it, resulting in you two playfully bickering in front of niki, who scoffed and made a side comment about how he would never make a girl pay on a date. wonbin gave the male a death stare as he held your wrist, preventing you from tapping your card as he paid for the meals, looking niki dead in the eyes as he pressed the ‘no tip’ button on the ipad before leaving. he continued to hold your hand as you made your ways back to the dorms, whining about how you were supposed to be the one treating him.

“that’s too bad, i guess you’ll have to go on another date with me.”

“i wouldn’t complain about that,” you both stopped in front of your door, you were slightly sad that the date was already over so fast and you didn’t want to let go of wonbin’s hand. you saw a different side of him today, how attractive it was when he got jealous and how adorable his nervousness was, he almost looked like a lost puppy. although, he did manage to find his confidence throughout the date and now he no longer felt unsure about about holding your hand, which fit just right with his. no matter how annoyed he got from niki flirting with you, he still treated you gently and looked at you with soft eyes instead of the glares which were directed to niki.

“i guess this is goodnight?”

you didn’t want wonbin to leave already but you knew it was getting late and you two would probably end up calling each other late at night again, so you reluctantly let go of his hands, looking up to stare into his eyes. wonbin swear he had hearts in his eyes as he looked back at you, slightly leaning in to you with a hand cupping your cheek. you shut your eyes, expecting to feel a pair of lips on your forehead. instead, you feel a breeze of wind next to your ear, wonbin blowing at something on your door. “sorry, there was a bug on your door.”

“oh, thanks…!” you cleared your throat as you pulled away, flustered that you were expecting a kiss from him. wonbin patted your head, smiling at you softly as he urged you to go in because it was getting cold out, only leaving once he made sure you were in.

“i’ll call you!”

taglist: @istphanie @snowyseungs @nyuoqi @myizhous @jhskluv @babigriin @revehosh @acidwon @fourthirtyone-am @bunni @annswwa @luvvsnae

#riize #riize fluff #riize imagines #riize x reader #park wonbin #riize smau #riize wonbin #riize wonbin x reader #wonbin fluff #wonbin imagines #wonbin smau #wonbin x reader #wonbin

[blue2black]

COD incorrect quotes, but their from TikToks I saw and are now buried somewhere deep in my likes:

PART 1

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*in an Uber*

Soap: And I find out that my parents are like, related.

Gaz: Like, their siblings?

Soap: Yeah like, blood siblings.

Gaz: Is that why you walk weird?

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Soap, walking up to Ghost with a camera: Cheese!

Ghost: What is this? 🤨

Soap: I really think I can’t treat you anymore.

Soap: The fact is…

Soap: I’m in love with you. 😍

Ghost: The fu-?? 😨

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Graves: Come on sweetheart, give us a smile.

Graves: Geez Louise, must be on your period. HA HA HA!

Valeria: …

Valeria: Let me drive a seven ton semi-truck over your torso and I’ll be smiling throughout my entire prison sentence.

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Gaz: Nik is so old fashioned.

Laswell: Oh, really?

Gaz: Nik is so old fashioned that he doesn’t even watch TV.

Gaz: Like, when he wants to kick back and unwind he just goes on long fishing trips with Price.

Gaz: And Nik doesn’t listen to any new music, he just listens to a bunch of metal mixtapes that Price sends him.

Laswell: Wait, John sends Nik metal mixtapes?

Gaz: Nik is so old fashioned that he really struggles showing affection.

Gaz: Like, he rarely hugs me or anyone of that matter.

Gaz: One time I thought I saw him and you holding hands underneath a table from afar, but then I got closer and I saw it was just him and Price.

Laswell: Nik and John were holding hands underneath a table? (.-_.^)

Gaz: Well, yeah, but it really more like a good old fashioned handshake. You know? Like, the prolonged kind where two old school guys don’t let go of each other’s hands while sitting side by side listening to a briefing.

Laswell: Kyle…are Nik and John dating?

Gaz: What? No, Nik isn’t dating Price!

Gaz: Most of the time when Nik and Price hang out, they just get in fist fights with each other.

Laswell: They get in fist fights??

Gaz: Yeah, I can not tell you the number of times I’ve overheard Nik and Price go into an office, lock the door and just fist fight each other.

Gaz: I mean, the halls positively echo with the sound of flesh smacking up against flesh, furniture bumping against the walls…

Gaz: And not for nothing, but I think old fashioned Nik is winning pretty much every one of fights based on how loud I hear Price moaning-

Laswell, getting up: OKAY-

(Gaz knew what was going on, he was just fucking with her like the lil shit he is.)

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Price: I just don’t wanna see you get hurt, okay?

Price: Those people up there can kill you!

Price: I know you think you’re tough, Farah, but you are fucking 5 feet tall!

Farah: I AM 5 FOOT 5! 😡

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Laswell, getting ready to order food: Alright, what do you want?

Soap: Hamburger.

Laswell, parroting: Hamburger.

Soap: Chips.

Laswell: Chips.

Soap: Fart.

Laswell: Fart.

Laswell: 👏🏻 SOAP. 🤬

Soap: HEHEHEHEHE *evil Scottish giggle*

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Valeria, dressed up: Okay, how do I look?

Diego: Like a woman about to go forth in sin.

Valeria: Oh, good. Exactly the look I was hoping for. 😉

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—TEXT—

Scottish Bastard: hey

Scottish Bastard: ghost

Scottish Bastard: HELLOOO

Scottish Bastard: simon?!?!

Scottish Bastard: are you there??

Scottish Bastard: ………

Scottish Bastard: just imagine

Scottish Bastard: you and me

Scottish Bastard: in a room

Scottish Bastard: with nothing on

Scottish Bastard: OILED UP

Scottish Bastard: and ready to mingle

You: What the fuck are you on about?

Scottish Bastard: now that i have your attention

Scottish Bastard: i have an idea >:]

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Soap and Price, waiting for exfil: ….

Soap: …

Soap: Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup, and you were mustard.

Soap: Which is weird, because usually you’re mayonnaise in my dreams.

Price: 🤨???

Soap: Why do you suppose that is?

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Ghost: When I die…

Ghost: ✨Viking funeral✨

Ghost, handing Gaz a gun: You shoot the shot.

Gaz, cocking the gun: Okay.

Ghost: If you miss, you kill yourself.

Gaz: Wait, what- 😨

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*in an Uber pt 2*

Soap: Well, I’m shocked—of course.

Gaz: This is the craziest thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life.

Soap: I mean, that’s dramatic.

Gaz: No, it’s not dramatic! Your parents are-

Soap: That’s dramatic!

Soap: Listen…I was shocked at first.

Gaz: At first??

Gaz: You’re not shocked still??? (ಠ_ಠ)

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(Nik being the cool dad to everybody in 141)

Nik, answering his ringing phone: Hello?

Norris: Hello, sir, I'm the Colonel working for Captain John Price. I have Sergeant MacTavish in my office.

Nik: Okay, what did he do? 🙄

*Norris looks at Soap*

Soap: 😢

Norris: *sighs* He punched another solider in the genitals.

Norris: Three times.

Nik: OH MY GOD, DID YOU JUST SAY GENITALS? HAHAHA-

Norris, listening to Nik laughing his ass off through the phone: THAT IS THE FUNNIEST THING I'VE HEARD ALL DAY-

Norris: *looks at Soap*

Soap: *smiling proudly*

Nik: OH MY GOD, he is so funny! 😆

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Ghost: Don't touch me, Soap!

Laswell: Can you guys like, stop having relationship issues while I'm trying to hack into their security?

#call of duty modern warfare #cod mw3 #cod mw2 #call of duty #nikolai cod #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #john price #captain price #kate laswell #farah karim #valeria garza #phillip graves #soapghost #nikprice #incorrect quotes #tiktok quotes #tiktok #blue2black: call of duty

[lliminall]

libera me, dies irae, requiem aeternam

[yandere!GER x reader x yandere!giorno]

word count: 1.8k

tags: fem reader, yandere, ignoring canon to make my silly little stories cooler, read a bunch of those poetry tiktok slideshows beforehand and now I think I can write like richard siken or something

In the dream, you wake up in the void. It’s the only dream there is, ever since he brought you here. The dream always begins the same.

There is nothing in the void. Not a body for you to kick and flail with, not a voice for you to call out. There is only you, floating, and the prickling sensation of something watching you all the while.

You learn to accept it. The emptiness. You learn to tell yourself that you’re only dreaming, that it will pass as it does every other time, that you can simply ignore the clawing, gnawing feeling that you are being watched with the intensity of a predator stalking the sole object of it’s attention. It works, even as you begin to hear echoing whispers of words you can’t quite make out.

The voice is distantly familiar, the smooth tenor being one that you hear nearly every day, since he brought you here. If it would just come closer, speak a bit more clearly, maybe you could finally make out the words it speaks to you. Maybe they would be familiar, too.

You learn to manage, in the void of the dream that’s always the same, until the night it changes.

When you wake in the dream, you are in his bed, in the room he brought you to. It’s quiet, dark, and when you turn to face the other side of the bed, he isn’t there (you don’t like to say his name). You think you’re awake, really awake, until you glance out the window and see that it’s black outside. Not black with the night. Not black in the absence of light. Black in the absence of anything.

Your skin prickles. You are being watched.

You roll back onto your side quickly and the sound of rustling sheets is the only noise in a room far too quiet. There is something in the room with you, a shape in the shadows at the far end, rigid and unmoving. Your eyes strain to adjust to the darkness. At the top of its form, where its head must be, two eyes stare back at you, wide and unblinking and nearly glowing. Blood rushes through your ears. Your body is frozen, and you cannot look away. The eyes pin you where you lay.

“You are always afraid,” it begins in the familiar voice, “when we meet.”

Your tongue is heavy in your throat. You couldn’t respond even if you knew what to say. The figure begins to move, the eyes and the blurry shape of its body stalking slowly along the lines of the wall. It’s stays within the darkest throws of shadow, approaching you as if you would bolt at the slightest startling movement. Maybe you would, if there was anywhere to go. If you could feel your fear-stricken legs under the sheets.

“You have no need to fear me,” it says. It’s mechanical voice seems to soften. “I could never harm you, as my user could never bear to cause you harm.”

White-knuckled fingers clutch the sheets to your chest, and you take a long steadying breath as you command your body to move, speak, anything.

“Wh-who-“ your halting voice begins. “Who are you?”

The figure comes to a stop across from your bed. It regards you quietly for a moment, it’s unblinking eyes flitting over your body, your fists, your face. How helpless you must look below it.

“I will never harm you,” it says, it’s voice hardened and determined. It’s making a promise to you. A vow. “I will never leave you. My devotion to you will never wane.”

It takes a step toward you and your fingers lock again. It stops before you by the bed.

“There is nothing and no one that can take you from me, or from my user.”

It leans over your body and in the dim light of the room you can finally make out its face. Its smooth, hardened features. The crown of its head. The arrow shape pressed into its brow and its piercing, doll-like eyes. A mimicry of a human being. Something only half-way there.

There is no heat coming from its skin, you realize as it nearly cages you in. There is no warmth, no coldness, as if it occupies no space at all.

“In every eventuality, in all of life’s diverging paths, I will keep my promises to you.” It raises a pale hand to your face, and you realize that you’re crying at it wipes a tear from your cheek with a single finger. Not warm. Not cold. Not quite there.

“You will understand,” it says, in a voice that’s softer somehow. “In time, you’ll come to understand why we do what we must. I’ll see to it.”

A trembling breath rattles through your chest. It raises its hand in front of your face and you see that there’s a flower between its fingers, small and delicate. It tucks the bloom into the folds of your hair.

“I will see to it. No matter how many times it takes.”

—

The tea in your cup is getting cold. The china has been switched out today for something more colorful and ornate. To match the coming spring season, you suppose. He always is attentive like that (you don’t like to say his name).

“Should I have another drink brought out for you?” he asks. His voice registers somewhere in the back of your mind. Smooth tenor. Not mechanic. Familiar, in more ways than one now.

You take a steadying breath. You remember waking up in his bed this morning. You remember feeling the residual warmth of his body on the sheets he had just left. You remember the sunlight filtering through the curtains and onto your skin.

You remember picking flower petals out of your hair and gagging over the sink. You’re awake. Not asleep. Not in the dream. Awake.

His hand slides into your peripheral and you hear the soft clinking of a knife as he spreads jam onto a pastry for you.

“Did you sleep well?” he asks.

The sunlight is warm on your skin. The scent of his coffee is light in the air. His hand dips into your view again to set the pastry onto your plate. You’re awake. You’re awake. You’re awake.

In the back of your mind you register his sigh. His hand comes to rest tentatively over yours, and you finally give him the eye contact he wants (you don’t like to look at him. You don’t like to speak to him or be touched by him or sit in the parlor and have breakfast with him either, but he doesn’t always give you the choice).

“You can tell me if you’re having trouble sleeping,” he says. “You know I’ll help in any way that I can.”

His blonde hair sits in perfect curls against his face. He’s trying, you can tell, to school his expression into something relaxed and amicable, but you can also tell it’s taking more of a strain than he would like you to see. You are driving him mad with worry. You know, because his face is beginning to look a lot like yours. Sunken, dark-eyed, bleak.

“I’m fine,” you say, and move your hand to take the biscuit from your plate. You begin to eat, finally, and his shoulders seem to relax a bit.

“I’ll bring home a supplement for you. Some melatonin, perhaps,” he says. “And you can tell me if there’s anything else you need.”

His voice is too familiar. But his hand was warm on top of yours and there’s sunlight in the windows and food in your mouth. Awake, awake, awake.

“Thank you,” you say, and raise the beautiful cup to your mouth. Your tea has gone cold.

—

Giorno wakes late into the night with a tug on his soul. His stand is out, and up to something.

He rolls to his side to see the stand crouched low, eyes locked on his, it’s face close to yours and it’s fingers threaded through your hair. It isn’t the first time he’s caught it like this.

The stand pets your hair in long, affectionate strokes, and you don’t stir under its ministrations. You had been so good for him that evening, sitting quietly at the dinner table as he sorted through paperwork, tucking yourself into bed and accepting the melatonin gummies he handed to you without fuss. He knows you’re only being so cooperative because you don’t have the energy to put on a stubborn face anymore. You haven’t been sleeping well since he brought you here.

The medicine seems to have done it’s work and then some. Giorno can see lines imprinted in the skin where your cheek was pressed into your pillow. Your hair is splayed around your head in a mess of a halo, and you don’t stir as he props himself up an elbow to better look at you.

They sit in silence, he and his stand, watching your peaceful visage. It isn’t an expression they often have the privileging of seeing any other time.

Giorno is often struck with the sense that are things going on beyond his awareness. That his stand, powerful and intelligent in ways he doesn’t yet comprehend, is pulling strings he cannot see. Often, he is struck with the sense that his ultimate weapon is not as well under his control as it allows him to believe.

The stand removes its hand from your hair and looks at him. The hand trails lightly across the length of your body, curving over the lines of your shoulder, your waist, ruffling the fabric at your hip. It watches him expectantly, and Giorno’s fingers twitch.

The stand removes its hand and Giorno raises his own, guilty like a child reaching out for what’s been forbidden. He starts at your shoulder, smoothing the sleeve of your shirt and feeling emboldened when you don’t so much as breath in response. He flattens his hand against your warm skin, brushing down the dip of your waist, the hard line of your hips, the soft flesh of your belly. There are inches between his chest and your body. It’s the closest he’s ever been to holding you.

His heart swells with adoration, every little interaction a blessing that renews his devotion to you. He looks at his stand that has not broken its line of sight with him, and wordlessly they come to their constant understanding.

More than anything, he wants to keep you safe. More than anything, he wants you to understand that he loves you, and selfishly he wants your love in return.

Giorno lays down beside you, his arm draped over your form. He thumbs at the sliver of skin where your shirt has ridden up over your belly, and trusts that whatever his stand may be doing, whatever hidden things lie outside of his control for the time being, it’s all being done for their sake. It’s all being done for your sake.

He closes his eyes and leaves you under the watch of his unblinking Requiem.

#i just think he’s neat #yandere giorno x reader #giorno x reader #giorno giovanna x reader #yandere giorno #yandere giorno giovanna #jjba x reader #yandere jjba #yandere jjba x reader #giorno #giorno giovanna #giorno.ll #jjba.ll #my works.ll

[haikyuu-fluff-imagines]

Haikyu accidentally confessing

Tsukishima, Oikawa, Sakusa, Suna, Kageyama, Ushijima, Akaashi

TW: Sexual jokes (like middle school boy jokes) Sorry for any mistakes!

"Ayo-" You started with the overused tiktok sound, causing your friend to push your head forward slightly. You chuckled at his annoyed expression as you opened your locker, getting a few books.

"You start this again and I'll throw a ball at your head." You smirked at him.

"Depends what kind." He gagged but you noticed the telltale sign of him trying not to smile.

"You're gross." He stated, even so, he grabbed two of the books from your load.

"You love me." You sang quietly.

"Do I?" He tilted his head as you two made your way to the gym.

"No.." You said sadly as you hung your head. He knew you were smiling as you did, but he indulged you anyway.

"Oh, no, so sad, I'm sooo sorry. You must be so disappointed." He said blandly, rolling his eyes.

You smiled a bit as he opened the door and held it for you.

"I want a boyfriend though." You stated , making him groan.

"Here we go again.."

"I'm serious, I just..want someone, you know?"

"No."

"Well maybe you'd have a girlfriend if you weren't so mean to every girl who asks you out." You said, hitting his side softly.

"You have to be harsh or they'll think they have a chance. Besides, I already have someone in mind." You gasped.

"Who?!"

"You."

"Ooh- Wait what."

"Ew, it's you." You groaned as you opened your door.

"You invited me, I'll leave." He threatened.

"Mkay." You said, going to shut the door, shutting his foot in the process.

"You and Iwa bully me so much." He whined as he walked in.

"It's payback for all the crap you do." He gasped and placed a hand on his heart.

"Little ol' me?" You laughed loudly as you walked into the living room.

"You're right, it's just fun."

"You know what else is fun?" He wiggled his brows.

"Murder?"

"Um, no- but we'll come back to that." He gave finger guns and I mused at him.

"What movie do you wanna watch?" I asked.

"Mulan, duh." My eyes brightened as I turned to him.

"Really?" He smiled and sat down, shrugging nonchalantly.

"Yeah yeah, put your favorite movie in." He rolled his eyes teasingly, waiting for you to come sit by him on the couch.

"Do you want snacks?" You asked, standing up and grabbing the remote.

"You already have the best one." He said, making a click sound with his tongue.

"In your dreams." You smiled.

"You can only imagine." He said seriously, making you turn to him quickly.

"Huh?"

"Whoopsie!"

"Hi puppy." You greeted your friend as he sat down at the table.

"You did wipe this down right?" You nodded. You two were meeting at your moms restaurant after hours to hang out.

"Hey. Did you read the book I gave you?" He asked.

"Yes, I did, and I have to say I'll never look at my phone the same way again." He chuckled.

"And I guess I'll just have to start kissing people as a greeting."

"Ew no." He scrunched his nose in disgust.

"You can be excluded if you want." You teased.

"Actually, I'd rather be the only one included." You blinked at him a few times, assuming you heard him wrong.

"Cat got your tongue? I can help with that." He smirked, making you shriek quietly and hide your face behind your hands.

"Stop! Who are you?" You giggled.

"Your future boyfriend?"

"Mwah." You kissed your friend on top of his mop of hair.

"What are you doing today?" He asked as you crawled on his lap.

"Eyeliner and brows." He nodded as he gazed over your shoulder, watching the movie that was playing behind you.

"Look up." He obeyed and flinched a bit when you started putting eyeliner on his lower lash line.

"Oh beautiful. Stunning. Runway material." He chuckled as you grabbed your tweezers and started plucking a few stray brow hairs.

"Oww.." He whined, making you roll your eyes.

"You're such a baby." You teased.

"You love me." You nodded in confirmation.

"A lot." He smiled softly and you both made eye contact, and in that moment, you both felt something change.

"Never smile at my little brother again." You laughed, patting your friend on his back.

"I didn't mean to scare him!" He whined. You two were walking to a convenience store before going to his house for a movie night, something you both had every Friday.

"Ah, he's a loser anyway." You shrugged.

"Is it really that scary when I smile?" He asked quietly.

"If people aren't around you all the time, maybe, but when they realize you're just a ball of fluff when your comfortable, then no." He blinked, confused, but shrugged anyway.

"No, it's not, it just surprises new people." He sighed.

"Tobio, your smile's fine." You chuckled.

"Maybe to you, but I'm tired of scaring people because of it."

"Tobio, your smile, is absolutely, perfect." You said, grabbing his hand, making him pause.

"Especially to me." You confirmed.

"...Why are you staring at me, weirdo." You chuckled, turning around to see your friend laying propped up on your bed.

"I'm waiting for you to start the movie." He blinked.

"Start it without me, I'm going to change into fuzzier pants." He didn't know why he found you so endearing. Your were loud, and clumsy, and you were always late, even for things in your own bedroom.

"Slow poke." He heard you scoff as you hobble back into his view, one leg into your pants, and the other struggling to find the hole.

"Inside out." He noted, without even sparing you a glance.

"You're so smart." You cooed, jumping onto the bed.

"I try." He said, letting you find your spot, tucked right into his collarbone. He knew in a few minutes you'd be dead asleep, and for some reason, it made him smile.

"Why are you smiling so much today?" You asked.

"You." He simply stated.

"Oh. You make me smile too." You answered.

Ushijima smiled again, nuzzling his forehead with yours. Neither of you knew what this new step was exactly, but both of you knew that it was one you wanted to take.

"I hate math." You stated, shoving your math book away carefully.

"It's useful though.

"Keji..Hush." He shrugged.

"There's nothing interesting about it though..It's just numbers and words, and now apparently fucking letters too." He laughed.

"Yeah, I admit, it's not fun, but it's useful." You sighed.

"But I'm boreddd." You whined, sliding you chair over to your bed and jumping onto the plush blanket.

"Can we just watch a movie?" You asked, mustering the best pout you could. Akaashi tried, he really did, but God you were so cute, all he could do was sigh and stand up, walking over to you.

"You're lucky ten teacher moved the test to next week." He said.

"They did?!" You asked.

"What were you doing in class today?!" He chuckled.

"Looking at you, not gonna lie." He blushed and brought on of your pillows up, smacking you with you.

"What? You do it too, and Bokuto said that you once ranted about how my hair looked in the sun, so I don't want to hear anything about it."

"That snitch."

#haikyuu fluff #keji akaashi #akaashi fluff #haikyuu akaashi #haikyuu kageyama #kageyama tobio #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu #hq hcs #hq fluff #tsukishima headcanons #tsukishima kei #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa fluff #sakusa #sakusa headcanons #oikawa x reader #oikawa torū #hq oikawa #suna rintarou #suna rintaro fluff #suna rintaro headcanons

[desire-mona]

dps boys hcs! this has been requested of me! lets make it modern bc thatll be fun

- todd absolutely DESPISES "booktok" and its addiction to smut. can go on a VERY long rant abt how only reading things with sex scenes is, in fact, a porn addiction.

- knox has tried on many occasions to become an influencer, failing every single time and blaming it on the algorithm or whaver

- neil, type of mother fucker to not be on social media like at all. has one private instagram that he posts on maybe twice a year, and has a tiktok only to watch the videos todd intermittently sends him.

- ^^^ followed immediately by a text saying "i sent you a tiktok go look at it" which always sparks a mini argument about whether or not its easier to just save the video and text it to him. goes nowhere every time.

- meeks has fashion taste that makes him look insufferable, band tee's and the worst jeans you ever did see, exclusively. also modern meeks would have clear glasses frames.

- saw someone say charlie would vape, id like to add to that. has a COLLECTION of elf bars, its vast, its colourful, it's annoying, it's turning his coughs wet.

- pitts was a fast fashion guy for a total of 6 months before finding out all the shit about how unethical the industry is. didnt get rid of any of those clothes bc thats wasteful but he IS fighting for his life whenever anyone looks at his wardrobe.

- cameron is a BIG analog horror fan, local 58, walten files, fnaf tapes, thats his jam. can we popularise cam being a big horror fan in general bc im so attached to that hc. horror cam i love u.

- all the boys have a life360 circle (enforced by cam and pitts due to charlie's horrendous reckless driving) and todd CONSTANTLY needs to be yelled at the charge his phone.

- neil's phone is ANCIENT, had the same one for nearly a decade, and its evident. has a bigass crack right down the middle, the back is shattered and held together with tape, a phone case, and a dream. theres marks from shit burning into the screen, most notably a rectangle in the bottom corner from the billions of facetime calls with todd that ultimately set his phone on fire every time.

- todd is secretly a grade A yapper but ONLY in digital form. his online presence is VAST, but impressively anonymous. has a very active substack, letterboxd, poetry tumblr, and even started his own blog. no, not a tumblr blog, a blog blog.

- charlie's car is decked out in the most idiotic add ons that you can think of. comically large mirror dice, a bumper sticker that says "honk if you want me bad", stupid car door lights that project a photo of jimmy fallon onto the ground when u open them, the whole 9 yards. took neil, pitts, and cameron 20 minutes to talk him out of getting flame decals (as a bit.)

- knox refuses to play any other videogame besides GTA, which he plays concerningly often. if ur having trouble reaching him then odds are hes on GTA. its the only hobby of his that his parents know about. christmas is tough for the overstreets.

- meeks is well aware of his general ☝️🤓 demeanour so he started making jokes about it before anyone else can. any time he says anything remotely smart sounding then he MUST do the voice and put up a finger. it became a force of habit and he did it while talking to a teacher once, he left the room mortified.

- pittsie lives on spotify, he has a playlist for every possible emotion, over 3k liked songs, and 200k+ minutes listened when wrapped season rolls around. additionally he does every spotify stat game available, and forced the boys to download a spotify activity widget thing. (WHAT DO YALL KNOW ABT AIRBUDS ‼️‼️ add me @ monahatesya xoxo)

- cam loves to make jokes about DARE and the "this is ur brain on drugs" ads but he is, in fact, the main demographic of said ads. said this before, saying it now, will most definitely say it again, he is beyond susceptible to peer pressure. marijuana isnt a gateway drug for everyone but it certainly is for him.

bonus! chris and keating! just for you!

- chris is avoiding the lesbian masterdoc purely out of fear. not out of fear of being gay, but out of fear of the sheer amount of subsequent other things she'll likely also have to find out about herself.

- keating spends an inordinate amount of time on youtube, which nobody actually expects. big video essay fan, imagine the shock from the boys when he pulls up youtube for a lesson and he's halfway thru the 4 hour iBinged iCarly video. was previously a james somerton fan but considering... the james somerton part.. hes now a defunctland loyalist.

#desire mona #WHOO #i successfully remembered all the hcs that got deleted please clap #i forgot how fun these types of posts are #i luuuvvvv getting specific with it #also congrats swifties on the new album release personally i very much dislike her (for the carbon emission reasons not the misogyny reason #) but im glad yall are eating good #dead poets society #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #steven meeks #gerard pitts #richard cameron #chris noel #john keating #banger

[akookminsupporter]

All in all i do think his fyp is full of BTS members and probably his ships too cause we all know no one can get away with it especially from taekook accounts cause they run the fandom in every sns. I'm very sure he sees lots of jikook too. Same like that he sees all members and the people he follows on tiktok.

As a BTS fan you must get all kinda shopping and solo stuff recommended there right? So he might have gotten jimin's too. I know i might sound like I'm being negative but I'm just speaking from what i have experienced in the fandom who's used sns and have gotten recommended all these things. Won't lie but on instagram even through i never searched for taekook i still have gotten plenty of taekook videos when i rarely got jikook videos (while scrolling is what I'm talking about) even through i actually used to search it in initial days. Remember how he commented on one jin video but the account was actually a tkkr? So I'm guessing he gets all things like us all who are BTS fans

I consider myself a rational person. In fact, I've been criticized for it on this blog, but Anon, I think you've got me beat. I don't have a TikTok account, but I do have the app, and I can watch videos, search, etc. My FYP is so tailored that I only see videos of BTS, Jikook, and cooking. It's rare for me to see a video of another ship, despite getting many Jikook and BTS videos. So, I'm not sure if what you're saying is entirely true. Even if it is, he still followed that account. I'm not sure how TikTok works with an open account, but I don't think you can accidentally follow an account just by watching a video or something similar. And if we want to be even more rational, why didn't he immediately unfollow the account? Anon, don't waste your time trying to rationalize this. Just take it as something amusing and move on. Honestly, all of this is unnecessary.

#Anon #ask #preg 153

[thisismynamenowxpoetry]

ATTENTION GEN Z, I know we hate poetry, but please, if you've ever felt alone, or hated technology, or hated Gen Alpha, please read this, repost, do whatever, but please, this was written for all of you <3

The news this morning 

Was talking about how we go to Chat GPT

For therapy

And advice

And my mother said it’s just because we don’t know how

To communicate face to face

When why should we?

You shoved an iPad into our faces

The second we were old enough to comprehend it

You put on the TV

And we believed the characters were speaking live

And they could see us

Through those pixels

Why shouldn’t we turn to a computer

To give us answers

When it’s that that gave us the issues to begin with?

Why shouldn’t we

Chat with a computer

About nothing and everything

When it is that 

That made us feel so isolated?

People wonder

Why we’re so concerned about Gen Alpha

And it’s obvious

When we think about it

It’s not because they’re growing up too fast

It’s because we know what it’s like

To have wires shoved into our veins

And now

Now they were born with them

Already pulsing through their blood

We don’t want them to make the same mistakes we did

But I think it’s too late,

They’re already turning into what we don’t want

Anyone

To ever be

And it’s scary to watch,

We know what technology has done to us

And we don’t want to watch anyone else

Succumb to it like we did

We are the last generation

Who went outside to play

And know what birds sound like

And wish to break their phones

We are the last generation

That will ever

Ever 

Have a normal childhood

Now we can just watch

As the depression rates get higher

And more young children know what suicide is

Too early

And learn how to self harm

And lose their innocence

And be scared of men

And not care for dolls

We are scared of them

But we’re scared for them

Of course we turn to AI to talk to

Our parents don’t get it,

They can barely find opening hours for a shop,

While we can find a 10-step guide on how to murder,

Or build a bomb,

And guides on how to manipulate your body

And everything is at our fingertips

This is generational trauma that they have created

We can watch someone shooting their brains out

And we can receive photos from anyone

And why do we know what everything we shouldn’t worry about is?

We had COVID

And we turned to screens

And went on TikTok

And created trends

And it felt like a community

Until everyone was there

And we couldn’t do anything

And we got addicted

And we can’t turn back

We started with chat rooms

And we found like minded-people

And it was always “sweetie, be careful of creeps on the internet”

And now it’s just

“Be in bed by 10”

But we’ll keep scrolling

And we all have friends who live half the world away

And if you mention that

Someone has to ask if you’ve called yet

And “have you seen their face?”

We can look at anything

There are guides for everything

We know where Kim K was two minutes ago

And why do I feel pressure to always have something on my story?

We talk to robots

Because no adults will ever know

How sick we feel 

Before we go on our phones

No adults can know

How we’ve seen every scar

And depression become a trend

And we have to use the hashtag actuallyautistc

No adults will know

How there are video essays on anything

And we shouldn’t know about everyone that has been raped

Or murdered

And we shouldn’t have wikihow

On how to be attractive

It started as a joke,

How stupid is this thing I found?,

But we keep reading it

And we start to believe it

Why would we read books?

Technology is constantly advancing

Everything is irrelevant in months

And we must be careful not to be cancelled

And a dress can divide a nation

We don’t want to watch Gen Alpha

Leap so blindy into their screens

Trusting what they read,

We want to keep it for us,

We have to live with it,

And as much as they suck,

It is our fault for staying 

And posting everything

We are a sad generation with happy pictures

And a face full of makeup

And we’re just perpetuating stereotypes

And you can’t like something unless you’re obsessed

We can know the cure for any medical condition

But there is no guide on how to destory our screens

And lives

And I know I’m fifteen

But this is ruining mine,

And so many others' lives.

We don’t want to see little kids

On their mums phones

And my mother defends it,

Saying mums just need a minute to breathe,

But please

Anything else

I don’t want to see a baby already addicted to CocoMelon

We don’t want to see

More people falling into a hole

And we know it’s why we’re sad

But nobody else should have to go through it,

That’s for us,

That’s an us problem

I saw a six year old

Using Drunk Elephant

And swearing in her GRWM

And none of that is fair,

How are we letting this slide?

But we can’t do anything

Because we don’t want to admit there’s a problem

We can learn anything about Hitler

And anything about Meryl Streep

And it can be within the same two fucking clicks

I remember

When my age on TikTok clocked over to 15

A few days before my actual birthday

And it was then

That all I saw was suicide notes,

And self harm scars

And how to hide things from your parents guides

And abuse stories

There was no going back,

Every other person whose a teenage girl on the app

Is probably met with the same things as me

The algorithm

Is designed to show you a positive video

Every few scrolls

Just to keep you hooked,

And it works,

It’s a science,

It works to a T

We can know where any friend is

And read receipts plague us

And anything will be screenshot

And used against you

School thought taking away our phones 

Would fix this,

Like it’s a magical cure,

When all it’s teaching us

Is how addicted we are,

And how best to hide an earbud

And we need music to concentrate!

Or course we do,

We have constant stimulation

It is never quiet

There is always a voice talking

We are getting mad at kids for being on a phone

When we all know

We’re just mad that it is actually happening

And we can’t warn them

And no one will listen

Because how could it be that bad?

In ten years

People who grew up with technology 

Are going to end up with something like PTSD

Because we can’t let go of it

We can’t put it down,

We can get an essay written for us in seconds,

And Dall-E can make anything for us

So of course we’ll talk to AI,

It’s better than talking to a real person

And acting like we’re okay,

We’d rather sit behind a screen

And control sims

And listen to music

So we can’t hear our minds

Every time I scroll through

I’m met with tales of girls who get killed by their fathers,

Every time I scroll through

I’m showen another 7 second video

With sad litte text

On sad little faces

We want to escape,

We want to tear our veins out,

Rip the wires,

Shove them back in to our body

After we re-wire our brains,

Of course,

Because we can diagnose ourselfs with any mental illness

That we see fit

Because there has to be something wrong with you

We will never go back,

It is impossible 

We have Whispers from Pinterest

And sad purple quotes

Lining our camera roll

Which should highlight our happy moments

But is just videos of us crying

It has ruined relationships,

How dare we follow another guy,

How dare he like another girl's photo?

We have our music right there

We don’t have to learn lyrics,

We can play any instrument,

We must like Taylor Swift,

We must have Kanye West

Everything is a trend

And your clothes must match your aesthetic

And you have to be funny

Or smart

Or creative

And how dare we burn out?

How dare we burn out

When if we didn’t rot in our beds

Scrolling aimlessly

Would solve half our problems?

There is no fix now,

We have to watch them grow up

Knowing they’ll ask what this-big-word is

Before they’re even five

Because an ad came up on mummy’s phone

And “what’s a vape?”

And “am I fat?”

All we can do now

Is listen to our sad songs

And act like social media

Didn’t ruin our perceptions

On everything.

#poetry #writer #writeblr #gen z #gen z culture #gen alpha #poets on tumblr #the problem with technology #i'm only fifteen #i'm not okay #i'm so tired #long poem #long post #young poets #fuck the internet #i want to throw my phone against a wall #i hate this generation #spilled words #spilled ink #new year 2024 #2024 #2000 babys #original poem #i hate the internet #who reads hashtags #ThisIsMyNameNowPoetry

[bi-bard]

Florence + the Machine Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Morpheus - Dream of the Endless Imagine [The Sandman]

Title: Florence + the Machine Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Morpheus

Pairing: Dream of the Endless X Royal!Reader

Word Count: 2,362 words

Warning(s): angst, lying

Author's Note: Wrote a little more royalty!reader for Morpheus... partially because my TikTok feed has been full of Bridgerton (not even the new spin-off, the original show) and I refuse to watch it because I know damn well that I'd never shut the fuck up about it. I know myself too well to take that risk.

Not that I think y'all would hate it if I wrote for that show.

**Not intentionally written in chronological order**

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I'm Not Calling You A Liar

There's a ghost in my lungs and it sighs in my sleep Wraps itself around my tongue as it softly speaks Then it walks, then it walks with my legs To fall, to fall, to fall at your feet

It had been a very long day.

A long day of greeting and celebrating. Dancing, promising plans, everything that could possibly go into a coronation.

I let out a heavy breath as the door to my room close behind me.

My room.

What a weird way to describe it.

It had not been my room mere days ago. It had originally belonged to my parents. When they were both gone and my coronation was planned, anything that could be moved from my room to this one was.

It was a huge room. A bed that looked big enough for me to drown in the sheets. A desk. A table that was far too big for me to rationalize its presence. It was all so... extravagant. More than I truly believed that I deserved at the time.

"I see that a congratulation is in order."

I jumped at the sound of a voice behind me. I looked in the direction of the voice.

"Morpheus," I muttered.

"Hello," he said.

He had not changed since I last saw him. Every ounce of him looked exactly the same as it had when I had left him. I had grown older. My skin reflected years lived. I am certain that my eyes did the same.

"What are you doing here," I asked. I could have asked how he got into my room, but I was not shocked by that. I knew him. I knew what he was.

"I heard news of your coronation. I wanted to congratulate you."

"Thank you," I kept my tone blunt and harsh. It was all I could do to keep the tears from forming in my eyes.

"Quite the room to keep to yourself."

"I have found that maintaining my loneliness made me a better leader," I replied. I saw his jaw clench. He understood why I was so cold. And he knew that it was his fault.

"I will admit that the event was a convenient excuse to see you," he explained. "I owe you an apology. A very long overdue apology."

I crossed my arms over my chest.

He walked closer to me. "I am so sorry for how I treated you. I never should have behaved the way I did. You have clearly become great not because of me but despite me. I will never say enough to truly express my remorse."

I took a deep breath.

I refused to step away from him. I thought that it would have made me look weaker than I wished to appear.

I had no response for him. Mainly because I could not sort out my own feelings on the matter. I had missed him. Of course, I missed him. But I was still so angry about everything. My mother always said that my ability to hold a grudge would be my downfall. I was starting to believe her.

"(Y/n)..."

I felt his hand touch mine. When I did not pull away, he must have taken that as a sign that it was safe for him to push more.

"I never lied about my feelings," he mumbled to me, stepping even closer.

"Morpheus..."

"When I told you that I loved you, I was being honest," I could feel his breath on my face. "I still think about you. Almost constantly. There have been times when I had to fight everything inside myself that wanted to visit you. I adore you. I have since I met you."

I didn't have a response to him.

"Do you not believe me?"

"You are not that surprised by that, are you?"

"Will you allow me the chance to prove you wrong?"

There was this long pause. A long pause where I watched his eyes in pure silence. I wanted to believe that I would be able to see if he was being genuine or not.

My body was decided before my brain was. Before I could ever stop myself, I had leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. My hands touched his shoulders as he touched my sides. It was a brief kiss. Brief yet intense. A thousand unspoken words shared within a matter of seconds.

I leaned back, eyes shut tight as I did. "Please do not let me down."

"I have no intention of ever doing that again. I promise."

All I could think of was how desperately I wanted to believe him.

Ship to Wreck

And oh my love remind me, what was it that I said? I can't help but pull the earth around me, to make my bed And oh my love remind me, what was it that I did? Did I drink too much? Am I losing touch? Did I build this ship to wreck?

I could have lived in my blissful ignorance for the rest of my life.

Perhaps that was the worst part of that night. Having the truth forced on me when I had no desire for it.

I was lying next to Morpheus. His thumb was running along my cheekbone. I could see that he was thinking of something. His eyes may have been looking at me, but he was not focused on me. It was very clear.

"What is it," I asked quietly. "I can see it in your eyes, something is troubling you. What is it?"

"I want to show you something," he whispered. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course," I nodded, placing my hand over his. "Show me. Please."

I do not have a memory of what he did after that. I just remember suddenly finding myself drifting to sleep with no cause to fight it.

I found myself in a grand hall. Tall walls with a ceiling that showed a look into what I assumed was space. The floor was stone. There was a staircase up to a throne and behind the throne was a large window. Stained glass.

"You allowed me into your kingdom," I jumped a bit, turning around to see Morpheus standing behind me. "I thought it was only fair that I allowed you to see mine... at least, part of it."

I smiled. "It is beautiful. I just do not understand where we are."

"Welcome to the world of the dreaming," he said. "You have been here before, of course. Every human spends time here. All throughout their lives. This is where your mind goes when you are asleep."

"And you rule this whole... realm," I asked. "An entire world."

I saw a smirk tugged at his lips. "I do. I made everything here."

I slowly nodded.

"There is far more than just this room. I will show you all of it. Every corner that I can."

"Thank you," I mumbled.

There was a long pause between us as I took in the space around me. It was overwhelming. I had grown up in royalty. I thought that I had adjusted to seeing such grand things, but this was so different. This was not a king or a prince or anything of the sort. This was... entirely different.

"Why me," I asked. Morpheus paused, tilting his head just a bit. "You are nothing short of a God. Why visit me?"

"I saw you here," he replied.

It was my turn to tilt my head. He had just told me that everyone passed into this world at some point. It wasn't enough of a reason for me.

"Your loneliness was clear to me," he explained. "Almost suffocating. I wanted to help you."

I paused. "What?"

"There was a clear change in your dreams. You were happier."

"You found me because my loneliness was... an inconvenience," I said. "Your time with me was... charity."

"At first, yes-"

"Our entire relationship was... planned," I cut him off. "You did not meet me on accident. You did not happen to be at that dance that night. You planned it all. And not because of interest or because you thought that I was a good person. But because I was a problem in your precious dream world. Please tell me that you can see why that was wrong."

His jaw clenched. As if he were just realizing why this could possibly upset me.

"I want to go back," I mumbled.

Morpheus went to step forward. "(Y/n)-"

"No," I snapped, stumbling back a few steps. "I refuse to be anyone's act of charity. If alone is how I must be, then I will bask in my loneliness. I refuse to be pitied. I will no longer be seen as an inconvenience to you, Morpheus. I will not be defined by my longing. Never."

He closed his eyes and let his head fall forward.

"I want to go back to the world of the waking," I instructed. "I expect you to never find me again. And during the time that my body forces me to spend in your world, my dreams will go uninterrupted by you."

"I understand," Morpheus looked at me again. "I am truly sorry, (Y/n). I need you to know that my love for you was never a lie-"

"Send me home."

He sighed at my blunt tone. He lifted his hand.

I was suddenly waking back up in my bed. I looked around my room, looking for any sign of Morpheus. If there were any left, I was prepared to cast them out.

We had been built on a false foundation. I could not continue my life in such a state.

My loneliness was real. It still pulled at my chest. I suspected that it would for the rest of my life.

But I would rather be lonely than pitied.

I would rather be known for the other side of my bed being empty than filled as an act of anything other than love.

Bedroom Hymns

You had Jesus on your breath And I caught him in mine Sweating our confessions The undone and the divine

Morpheus and I spent a long time circling each other.

He had become a regular guest to see at dances and parties. No one seemed to truly know who he was, yet no one ever questioned his presence.

I only knew what he had told me at those parties. It was not much. For some reason, I didn't mind not knowing. I was far too intrigued by the young man that spoke like he had seen a lifetime already. Eyes older than the rest of him. He spoke softly, used vague sentences that felt purposefully placed with the intention of drawing me in.

I never had such a connection with someone before. I never felt such a natural inclination to listen and trust someone. Morpheus could have asked me to walk through the fires of hell and I have confidence that my only question would be "how far?". Overwhelming, terrifying, yet beautiful connection. One that I longed to hold onto for as long as I physically could.

He always saved a dance for me. And as we danced, he would stare at me with these intense eyes that would leave me feeling as if I had never done the dance before. I think he enjoyed making me nervous.

Morpheus was enchanting. I felt like I had little choice other than to focus on him completely. Oh, I was completely infatuated with him.

One night, as our dance came to a close, I found my infatuation overwhelming my logic.

"Come with me," I whispered to him, intertwining our fingers.

He followed me with little hesitation. No one seemed to pay us any mind. I would argue that was the only advantage of such a crowded party.

I dragged him along with me. Down halls and around corners.

"Where are you dragging me to," he finally asked.

"I... I am afraid that I do not really know," I confessed, finally stopping in an empty hall. We were far away from the bustling party at this point. I felt guilty for wasting his time.

"I see," he sounded amused by the situation. "May I ask what your original plan was for this little... adventure of ours?"

I took a deep breath as I tried to think of some explanation that avoided making me look completely ridiculous.

"You can tell me, I promise-"

I cut Morpheus off by stepping forward and pressing my lips to his. It was a brief kiss. Maybe a matter of seconds before I leaned away again and began to utter out some poorly crafted apology.

Morpheus tried to stop me, "(Y/n), stop-"

"That was horrendously inappropriate. I cannot believe that I truly thought that an ounce of that was a good idea-"

"Stop," he reached out and touched the side of my face. I froze, my eyes going wide. "I... I have no problem with the kiss."

"Really?"

That amused grin formed on his lips again. "Really."

There were a few moments of silence between us before I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his again. He kissed me back immediately. My hands found his sides, pulling him closer to me.

It was strange, feeling this desire in my chest. I had never felt that before. It was new, unknown, yet I enjoyed it. I basked in it.

I felt my back hit the wall. It was a very sudden reminder of where we were and what was finally happening. Yet, I could not find it in myself to care.

It felt like ages before I leaned back, my forehead leaning against Morpheus's. My breathing was heavier than normal. I felt a breathless chuckle escape me.

"That was... amazing," I mumbled. I pecked his lips again. "I never want to stop..."

He brushed his lips against mine yet again. "You do not have to."

I hummed.

At that point, I never intended to.

I planned to stay in his arms for as long as time allowed, whether that be forever or for merely five more minutes.

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Whatever you're doing, drop it right now and go watch BlackBerry. I can give a million reasons to watch it and I will.

This movie has everything.

You loved The Social Network and you never really found something quite like it? Go watch Blackberry, then. You got the love triangle, you got the genius who displays neurodivergent traits overtly, the Best Friend, the other woman a.k.a. the real businessman.

BUT, big wonderful but, it's ugly. It's painfully uncool, staged and at the same time terribly realistic. They all look like shit and you can't help but love it. None of that Justin Timberlake, Andrew Garfield, Jesse Eisenberg that make you want to jump into a foursome, here the business cool guy (Glenn Howerton from IASIP) is balding and wearing a suit he clearly stole from Micheal Douglas from Wall Street and he looks unfuckable. The Best Friend has a ninja turtles wallet. They're all ugly, but let me be clear with what I mean: I am fucking sick of seeing fashion models on screen, I am talking about ugliness not as insult but as a punch of reality straight in the face. None of that tiktok black cat gamer boyfriends, these 40 year old men should all burn their entire wardrobe and sue their barbers, I love it.

And yes, at the very beginning (just there) the movie is set in the 80s, and thank God it's not Stranger Things/It chapter one aesthetic, it's disputable shirts and the most pathetic athletic hair band you'll ever see.

You said found family? These tech guys are all Best Friends and party together and dance and have movie nights in the middle of the day in which they watch Indiana Jones and They Live.

The first third of the movie is basically The House Bunny for business companies, with Glenn Howerton sweeping in, giving a makeover to the company, toss those glasses away and make it the belle of the ball, so much that quaterback is asking her to dance.

And it's directed with the camera movement of a mockumentary, hand-held camera baby. And I am telling you this as someone who is getting pretty sick of the overabudance of mockumentaries, I hear you if you're complaining, but this is so good you get over it.

How is the story of the Blackberry phone handled, you ask? Well I am no expert, but I think they did a brilliant job. The Social Network is about Facebook but also about connections and human relationships changing, here you see how the phone industry was changed by Blackberry. In TSN you never actually saw how The Facebook was impacting the world, just the main characters' lives. Here you got the other face of the medal.

The soundtrack? It fucking slaps. I don't know the titles of all the songs in the soundtrack, but sure as hell I am going to look for them. And every movie that has Joy Division in it has my respect.

Oh, if you're a cinephile, I must advise you to be real careful watching this movie, because the amount of movie quotes contained in it could make YOUR BRAIN EXPLODE. Same goes for nerd culture quotes, there are just tooo many and you could risk loving them too much.

Afraid this movie it starting to sound too wholesome and happy? Oh, don't worry, there's enough corruption and angst to fill a Scrooge McDuck money deposit. You got corruption arcs, you got a big deal of actual corruption, calls from the SEC, you got fucking espionage, you got straight up lying, committing crimes, betraying your best friend, one of the few man who looks worse as a villain than as a hero, you got bastardization arc, you got Onceler-ization arc, you got Mark Zuckerberg equivalent of "We're not putting ads", you got "Stop, this isn't you".

But I understand, it's not enough for you. How about the FUCKING Apple-Blackbarry War, uh? How about that? Might interest you? With a flavour of tragedy because you already know who prevailed, but you're living the story from the side of the losers. Doomed by the narrative, ladies and gentlemen.

You got resentment building up, you got workers' discontent growing, you got sales dropping, in TSN you stopped very little after the explosion, now you get to see the whole thing collapse. It's the Western Roman Empire and it's 476 AD. It's "we could have it all". It's epic and terrible and destructive and it's the story of fundamental changes in the phone market and what phones came to be. It has an ending that it's bitter and happy and delightfully ironic and leaves you wondering what if.

I had one, one complain about this movie: it all starts in Waterloo and you don't put Waterloo by Abba? But I take back my complain, and if you, like me, are into 60s music you're going to love it. They're one of my favourite bands, if you know who I am talking about, so I was elated.

Go watch BlackBerry. Go. Right now. This is how I spent my one night off, this is how I ended a very shitty day and I was not disappointed. Watching this movie has been the best thing to happen to me today.

#blackberry #blackbarry 2023 #glenn howerton #go watch it right now #movie #cinema #the social network #tsn #succession because it's the business wave baby

[xplrvibes]

so the second colby goes under and starts (whether consciously or subconsciously/unintentionally) channeling and focusing in on the spirit world, EVERYTHING starts happening? and he hasn’t even said a word yet.

I DARE ANYONE TO TELL ME COLBY ISN’T A CONDUIT OR WHATEVER THE FK

bang in the morgue, music box goes off indicating someone walking out of the morgue and towards the kitchen, first thing colby says is “take them” … dude i’d be halfway back to melbourne.

“take them… the girls… they won’t stop” to me its like there are girls in the room and someone wants them taken away from snctb in a protective way? like in an old fashion ‘women are fragile and must be protected from harsh things’ way

“everything is going off!” sam… this happens almost every time colby is under. are you surprised anymore?

“that’s me” 😳 ….just gonna aggressively cross geelong gaol off my list of places to visit

i was just thinking ‘colbys been under a long time’ and then colby said “get him out”

it is actually super creepy the way colby just sirs there like a statue, saying creepy shit, while everyone else freaks out abt knocks and responses lol

and aaallll the activity stops when colby is out?

no one argue with me rn. colby just… yeah man. he’s got direct access to the other side. he can open that door and shut it.

ok that was good :) better than anticipated and im SO PLEASED not a single fan of dipshit moment of the other stuff made even a hint of an appearance.

Ok, so here's the problem -

I STILL haven't had a chance to go back and watch the middle part of this video. 😬

I just got too much going on. I plan on downloading it to watch it on the plane, but until then, I decided to at least weigh in on the Estes Method, since that's the only part of the video I truly remember.

Anyway, I agree with what you said here, but I also have to be controversial and state this for the record: The Estes had the potential to be top tier.

And I say this knowing it sounds like I hated the Estes, which I didn't. It was really good. There were lots of interesting answers that lined up with everything going on, it was creepy, Colby was in his zone...

...but like, all of them talking over one another was driving me up a wall.

It was too much. It was 9 Sam's a'Samming.

I needed silence and calm so I could truly start to decipher some of what was happening. It was just too much.

Anyway, aside from that - Colby is really fucking creepy when he gets into his little conduit mode, huh. The way his body moves, the inflection of his voice, the way his head sometimes moves around? I don't know what all of that is, but it adds to the creepy factor. He is so freaking good at that shit.

And that isn't knocking others who do the Estes Method; there are others who get brilliant results as well. But something about Colby's whole aura and demeanor when he goes under has always felt so charged and different. He's truly putting himself in a trance or something, I don't know.

Also, side note - but can someone make a compilation of all the times shit is going down and snc seek each other out for reassurance, either by touch or just by making sure they are in each other's line of sight? I saw a mini-compiliation on tiktok of Colby reaching for Sam while in the Estes Method (from a different epsiode) and Sam in this episode moving to stand as close to Colby as humanly possibly when shit was going down during this one and it just made me think that they have a habit of doing this shit, huh 🥺.

Anyway, the Estes would've been a 10/10 but I'm deducting 2 points for the annoyance factor with the yammering lol...so 8/10!

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[plentyoffandoms]

Can the reader be in the elite, and Austin and the elite find out about the relationship. But she and Colten try to play it off like there not.

Colten Gunn x f/Reader

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Summary: f/Reader is the younger cousin to Matt & Nick. She is also a member of the Elite & is in a secret relationship with Colten Gunn.

Tyson - Kenny Omega ☆ Monty - Billy Gunn

YN'S POV:

"What had you smiling this early in the morning?" I couldn't help but jump when I heard the sound of Nick's voice suddenly next to me. I almost dropped my phone but was able to grab it just in time.

"Can a girl not wake up in a good mood?" I scowled at him as I tried to calm my heart rate down.

"Not at 5 am. You, my dear cousin, are not a morning person and we have learned long ago to never talk to you first thing in the morning. Now, what has you so happy this morning?"

"I was scrolling through Tiktok and saw a baby Giraffe that was falling asleep but it was trying to keep its eyes open," I screamed at myself. What a stupid lie. Nick will never believe that.

"Yeah, they are pretty cute. They could make anyone smile."

His attention was diverted to Matt bringing us all our drink orders as we had a bit until we could board the plane.

"Where were you last night YN? I tried to see if you wanted to join us for a movie night," Tyson asked me. I remember him knocking on the hotel door but I was kind of preoccupied with doing something, or should I say, someone.

"I took a hot bath and then I must of fell asleep because I didn't hear you at all."

"Well, maybe another time then." I just nodded my head at him.

Matt, Nick and Tyson started up some new conversations that I have no interest in. Most likely about what they are gonna be doing for their next vlog.

I just go along with whatever they want to do for them, but I am more than happy to not be a part of every single video.

Even though I am a member of the Elite, the only female member mind you, I still need a break from time to time from the boys.

We do everything together, except for that whole thing with Phil, I was nowhere near that whole kerfuffle and for the first time since I started professionally wrestling, I was alone.

I didn't have my cousins or my honorary cousin there for support but in came Monty and his sons.

Monty knew from past experiences with me that I was not a fan of flying by myself, so he took it upon himself to make sure that I always had someone near me or next to me on the planes.

Usually, that person was Colten, as we were really good friends beforehand. He is also the calmer one of the two brothers and even though I love Austin, I could not and still can not handle being stuck next to his talkative self for hours on end.

But as time went on, I soon found myself developing a crush on the older brother. I didn't notice it at first, but whenever he would smile at me, my hands seemed to get sweety and I found myself stuttering. Then it dawned on me when he was napping next to me on the plane to New York.

I was in love with him. At first, I was in complete denial about it, until one day I just couldn't take it anymore after watching him flirt with some random woman at the gym.

It felt like my heart was breaking into a thousand pieces when I saw him get her number. At that moment, he looked behind her in the floor-to-ceiling mirror and saw me standing there.

He turned around and watched as I bolted to the woman's changing room. I needed to leave and get far away from him as possible for the time being.

But I wasn't expecting Colten to be waiting there, still in his gym clothes, "YN, can we talk?"

"I don't think that is a good idea. I'll see you later."

"Just wait for me. I'll go change and we can go somewhere private and talk."

I wanted to say no. My head was screaming at me to leave, but my heart was taking control and I agreed to it. He didn't take long and I found myself in the rental car and him driving us to some different location when we finally stopped, well I didn't speak and neither did he until he decided to break the silence.

"You know YN, I have loved spending time with you these last few weeks. I mean, we were friends before but now, damn I can't imagine you by my side as you have been."

"I know, it's gonna be harder when they come back," I was trying to stop the tears from falling when I heard him mention we were just friends.

"But," Colten reached for my hand and held it in his, "I want to be more than just friends. I tried to fight it, but damn it has been hard."

"I. I wo..would like that too," I mentally slapped myself for stuttering.

We had our first date that same day and we have been together ever since, but we have decided to just keep it between the two of us.

We didn't want everyone in our business at first and then we just liked the fact that it was just the two of us knowing.

COLTEN GUNN'S POV:

"Where the hell were you last night?" I heard just before a pillow came down on my head.

"Just out. Met up with some friends and got talking," I groaned as I swatted away my brother, but all he did was hit me with the pillow again.

"Get your ass moving. We have a plane to catch."

I rolled over and saw the clock said it was 4 am. "Five more minutes." I lay on my stomach and put my arms under the pillows.

"Get up Colten. Dad is meeting us downstairs."

I sighed once more and got kicked the sheets off of me and sat up, trying to wake up, "Oh and Colten?"

"Yes, Austin?"

"Maybe this 'friend' of yours should cut their nails just a bit. They did a number on your back," I could hear the smugness in his voice.

I got up and looked in the mirror and I saw what he was saying. YN and I are usually much more careful, but we haven't been together in a few weeks and I guess we just threw caution out the window last night. I remember the pain mixed with pleasure when her nails scratched up and down my back.

"You got like 5 mins to shower now lover boy. Let's go." Austin called from the edge of the bed he was laying on. I just slammed the door in his face, already needing a break from him today.

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I was texting YN as we made our way to the airport, the three of us, plus her people had to get to the next spot a bit earlier as we had conventions we were going to.

Austin and now my Dad was badgering me about who I was with last night. "Come on Son, is she hideous?" My Dad jokingly asked me.

I quickly looked over at YN, who was laughing at something Matt said and I said, "Nope. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

My Dad softly smiled at me and clapped me on the shoulder. He is a big romantic at heart and I was glad he didn't notice my little glance at YN, but Austin sure as hell did.

He looked between YN and me and a massive, annoying smile came over his face. "Yeah yeah, I bet she is Colten."

AUSTIN GUNN'S POV:

I kept replaying the glance over in my head and I tried to think back to see if YN has been acting off as well.

I know they spent a lot of time together beforehand, but that wasn't unusual. They were friends after all, but then him and her would disappear for hours on end or always have to be sitting next to one another.

But if I ask them, they will both deny it. I have to get other people involved but she only spends most of her time with her cousin and Tyson and they would never willingly spy on their baby cousin.

◆

I pushed the thought of asking them or telling them my thoughts about my brother and their cousin to the side. In their eyes, she can do no wrong.

That was until I heard the two of them talking.

"Are you certain you saw the messages?"

"For the hundredth time Nick, yes. She left her phone unlocked and being the concerned cousin I am, I saw the messages between her and Colten."

"I knew it," my big mouth blurted out and they both looked at me.

"You knew what?"

"That something is going on between the two of them. He came back to our hotel room late a few days ago, with marks all over him."

I watched as they both cringed slightly. "Oh come off of it, they are both adults, but my main concern is why they kept it from me?" I ignored them as they rolled their eyes at me.

"Well, why don't we don't we just go ask them?" Nick asked, thinking it was a sensible question.

"Like they will come out and just tell us."

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes at them.

"I already asked her and she said she isn't seeing anyone. I asked her when I saw the messages."

"You let her know you saw the messages? How pissed was she?" I questioned.

"Very," Matt shuddered as he recalled the memory of them fighting.

"We will just have to wait and see then."

Poor Nick. He is trying to keep us all level-headed but he knows in the end, he can't keep me and Matt from snooping around even more.

COLTEN GUNN'S POV:

YN told me about what happened between her and Matt and I was so angry that he invaded her privacy like that, I wanted to go and find him and give him a nice talk too.

"Maybe we should just come out and tell them," YN didn't even sound sure about that herself. "Look, whatever you want to do, I will be right there beside you."

I told her as I gently cupped her face in my hands and leaned down and kissed her. "I just know how our families are," She muttered against my lips.

"I know baby, I know. We will tell them when the time is right for us. Not when they push us to tell them."

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Which was easier said than done. Austin kept badgering me about it and I told him we were not seeing one another. Then he went to YN and annoyed her so much, she threatened to make sure he could never have kids.

Her cousins even asked us both when they saw us just sitting there, eating lunch. "For the last time, we are just friends. Now go away before I call your wives." YN said, and I was trying not to laugh at their horrified expressions.

Then when Austin and I had a match against them, he turned on me and it became three against one. I could see YN trying to get into the ring to get to my side Brandon tried to hold her back, but she elbowed him in the stomach and he dropped his camera.

She stood between me and the three of them. The crowd, just looking on at us. Only maybe the first row fully hearing what she is saying.

"You happy? Are you three fucking happy now? Yes, we are together but you dumbasses just had to push and push."

They tried to talk to her but she just gave them the finger and turned around to help me. "You did great baby," I told her. "You may now be a heel but you did great."

"I'll see you backstage," I told jer

And I did. My Dad was slapping Austin upside the head and he yelped. YN was sternly talking to her cousins and they were looking down at the ground like a pair of schoolboys who just got caught cheating on a test.

I saw Austin get nudged over to the three of them by my Dad, who took a spot next to me. "You picked a good one there Colten," He said to me, clearly amused by the scene that we are witnessing.

"Yeah, I know I did," I said, smiling as he was very right. Looking on with fondness and love at the woman I love more than anything or anyone on this planet.

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