it's not that hard when i'm with you 1.8k
by shiptattou
Ever since, anytime it came on, butterflies erupted in Harry’s stomach. It had become one of their songs, one that came with a lot of feelings anytime they heard it. It brought him back to that moment in time, the sense of just being with Louis and the love that was seeping from his pores at that very second.
Just a whole lot of ooey, gooey, mushy feelings that would probably disgust anyone around them.
Sue them.
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DP x DC Dead Soulmates
This is probably the only soulmate au I'll ever do so enjoy
Soulmate au where your soul mark turns black when your soulmate dies
Danny and Jason are soulmates. The problem? Both of their soul marks are black. Sure, they came back, but not in a typical way, so each thinks the other is dead
So what do we get? Longing. Two guys longing for a love they thought lost to them, thinking tenderly of a future they don't think they could have, even without the added craziness of their lives. Standing on rooftops, smoking in the cold november air, their breath indistinguishable from the smoke, their spent cigarettes flicked off the edge like discount shooting stars, lamenting their fates, probably to each other for the dramatic irony of it all
they both get it. The quiet kind of grief, longing for somebody they never got the chance to know, thinking about how things could have been different, how the should have been different. That understanding is what draws them towards each other
and then? Jason sees Danny's mark, Jason shows his own, they stare at each other, silent for a moment, before arms wrap around the other, lips pressed together, and quiet tears fall like rain to the rooftop beneath their feet
longing, angst, and then happy ending
and you can thank this song for inspiring the mood for this
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but fr outside of my contracted madness i absolutely refuse to give joe alwyn gold rush like how is that song at all related to their relationship the lyrics clearly spell out a relationship that either never existed or only existed in implication and fantasies and maybe-maybe nots and its so bitter and yet desperately soft in the bridge where it almost projects a sense of envy, of wanting to be them as much as you want them. It continues an interesting oft ignored lyrical trend of taylor wanting just as much to be her lover as to have them, envying their easy charisma (you were flush with the currency of cool/i was always turning out my pockets) or quiet dignity (your integrity makes me seem small) dating back to her earliest songs (the kind of flawless i wish i could be). Theres a projected self hatred and yearning to be better that twists itself into both romantic and sexual lust for her partners thats so fascinating and speaks to how all of her songs regardless of who theyre about are also an act of self reflection on who she is and who she wishes to be.
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you’re losing me lyrics that are shaking me to the core kinda
“i wouldn’t marry me either, a pathological people pleaser who only wanted you to see her”
“how can you say that you love someone you can’t tell is dying?”
“i’m getting tired even for a phoenix”
“how long could we be a sad song ‘til we were too far gone to bring back to life?”
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just want an irl pack where we can all wear tails and ears and whatever gear we feel most comfy in and go into a small hidden area in the local park and just dance and camp out and stargaze in a clearing and hide away in the small caves while we chase each other and do vocals and completely unmask around each other without any judgement . is that too much to ask for </3
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all i can imagine right now is teenage theo’s stupid gay ass listening to the 2004 re-release of mr. brightside by the killers (because, yknow, vegas) on repeat while bitching about kotku in his stupider gayer journal and then having an internal crisis wondering why mr. brightside speaks to him so viscerally
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