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demigods-posts · 1 month

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Reasons why Bring on the Monsters from The Lightning Theif musical is an amazing song:

1.) "There's gonna be a fight. There still might be a war. For a moment, we've got danger on the run." Talk about setting the tone. We're in the clear as of today, but something is coming. Something bad.

2.) "Feeling ready🌊" "Feeling stoked🦉" "Feeling quesy🐐". Love how they gave Annabeth the 'feeling stoked' line. Because, of course, she's waiting in the wings, ready to kick ass when need. But it's also hilarious that the actress playing Annabeth is Kristen Stokes. So, I just imagine the writers gave her that line to mess with her.

3.) "Bring on the monsters. Bring on the real world." Like, yeah. They physically spent the majority of this musical in the real world, but they were disconnected from it. The three of them singing this line is a declaration of unity between their human and godly side. They are neither here nor there, not bound to one world, but exist in both.

4.) "They'll be times when your faith is shaken." Yes, your faith in the gods will be on the brink of breaking at any given moment. But so will the faith in yourself. But sometimes, being a demigod means doing it scared. But you won't go it alone.

5.) "Gotta know where the real fight lies when it's time to rise and stand your ground." Annabeth and Clarisse singing about knowing which battles are worth fighting and when is utterly amazing. Because not only are they both children of war gods, but they also canonically struggled with being strong-willed and prideful. It's like even though were at odds at the beginning of the musical, they aren't as different as they first appear.

6.) "No, I'm never gonna once have it easy. I'll make mistakes, but my own, and it frees me." In TLT, Book!Sally says something along the lines of: 'If my life is going to mean anything, I have to live it myself.' This is as applicable to a demigod as it is to a mortal. And it's bittersweet because not every demigod gets the chance to choose. Or rather, they don't choose wisely because they're so spiteful when it comes time. But sometimes, you gotta let the anger fade and move forward.

7.) "I'll be back next summer. You'll see me again. I'll be back next summer. I'll survive 'till then." There's something about this line that makes me want to cry. Percy started this musical saying he didn't want to be a half-blood, essentially rejecting the idea of a demigod, but ends the musical declaring his eventual return. He isn't saying goodbye, but a see you later. Which just tugs at my heart strings knowing we'll never get a second musical, but it's okay because Percy's essence extends beyond the Broadway medium. Whether it be a book, musical, movie, or graphic novel, Percy will always be back.

8.) Also, if you listen to the instrumental of this song, the guitar riff at the very end is playing the same melody of 'I didn't wanna to be a half-blood' underneath Percy's declaration of unwavering loyalty to demigods. And it broke me like a bone.

You guys remember these? That's great because I didn't. It just occurred to me that I never finished my analysis of the TLT musical, and I thought I'd get on that. Anyway, this song is fucking incredible, and I want a SOM musical. But I digress.

#if you're an og you'll remember this era of @demigods-posts #but yeah i still have a few songs to cover #simply for my own fulfillment #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo text post #pjo #the lightning theif #the lightning theif musical #tlt musical adaptation #tlt shitposting #tlt musical #tlt commentary #tlt musical commentary #percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #clarisse la rue #silena beauregard #chiron

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skyloftian-nutcase · 12 days

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Wild looked up, bewildered, when music started to gently serenade him. He glanced at Twilight, who clearly had turned it on with his phone, as his friend stared intently at the screen.

“What are you doing?” Wild asked.

“I gotta learn the lyrics to this song,” Twilight said seriously.

Wild scrunched his nose as he listened to the lyrics. “That’s Zoran. You can hardly speak Hylian with your accent sometimes.”

Twilight threw him an exasperated look. “It can’t be that hard. Since when did you know Zoran?”

“Since I just heard it,” Wild huffed with a smirk, though hearing the language brought a twinge of pain to his heart. Whatever memories were locked away… they…

“Oh, is that Life in Pink?” Malon called from upstairs as she came into the living room, a smile on her face. “Ah, I remember hearing this in my honeymoon.”

“Twi wants to sing it,” Wild said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Got yourself a date?” Malon asked with a smirk, hands in her hips.

Twilight rolled his eyes. “No. It’s for a patient. She’s a Zora girl, she’s far from home, and she said it’s her favorite song.”

“Aw honey,” Malon said gently, putting a hand to her heart. “That’s so sweet of you.”

“Twi… you can’t sing,” Wild noted, staring at his friend with his eyebrows scrunched together.

“I know that song,” Time hummed as he entered from the kitchen.

“Yes, it’s from our honeymoon!” Malon confirmed cheerily. “Twi’s learning it for a patient.”

Time blinked a few times, mouth moving as if he were about to speak, and then he thought better of it.

“He was gonna say it too!” Wild noted, pointing at him.

“I can sing just fine!” Twilight grumbled.

“I’m trying to figure out if you’re gonna make her laugh or cry,” Wild cackled.

Twilight crossed his arms, growing steadily grumpier. “Ilia’s gonna be singing with me. She’s learning it too.”

“Oh good,” Wild sighed in relief. “That’ll make it better.”

“You’ve never even met Ilia!”

“Her singing has to be better than yours.”

Twilight huffed, turning to ask for Time and Malon’s input, when he caught sight of the couple slow dancing in the background. Wild paused and turned, and the two men smiled at the pair, who were lost in each other’s eyes and living in a time past as the music floated in the air.

#writing #lu in healthcare #la vie en rose is such a pretty song 😍#Spent my morning singing French songs with my patient and it was really nice #Good way to end a really freaking long shift #lu malon #lu time #lu twilight #lu wild #Wild stop being an annoying younger brother #Twi’s trying his best ok #Skye time travels through the queue

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writerblue275 · 23 days

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Heartsteel!Sett Becoming a Dad

Inspiration: Listen I’ve had a hellish week and I need this. The other person who did what I do at work left so I’m flying solo at the moment, on top of training a new hire. Things are just bonkers and I’m fucking stressed and I need fluff god damnit.

Extra Inspo: Also @milksuu has me stuck on the thought of Dad!Heartsteel. (GO READ THIS AMAZING DAD!PHEL HEADCANON POST (HERE) AND CRY WITH ME.)

Genre: Headcanon

Type: Fluffy as fuckkkk

Gender: Reader implied afab/able to carry a pregnancy. Use of “mother.”

TW: Discussion of pregnancy, discussion of a deadbeat dad (not Sett ofc). Swearing.

(I don’t even want kids irl but damn I would have his children without question kthxbye.)

When you tell him you’re pregnant, Sett is so so SO fucking excited. Like over the moon thrilled.

The two of you often talked about your future together and starting a family would eventually be a part of it. So while this baby wasn’t exactly planned, it’s not unwelcome news. The timeline just got bumped up a little bit.

Watching him kneel down (because he’s fucking TALL) and rest his forehead against your not-yet-showing belly is heart-melting.

And it is something he does quite often, especially once your bump starts to show. It doesn’t matter whether you’re standing, sitting, or laying in bed.

Sett loves to softly sing or talk to the baby. He sings his favorite songs and tells the baby all sorts of things. Like stories from when he was little, stories about the two of you, the shenanigans him and the other Heartsteel members get up to, or even just what the weather is currently like. Talking to you and your tummy while you gently play with his hair and ears is his definition of domestic bliss.

He’s so extremely helpful. Like just an absolute angel of a partner. His love language is acts of service, so showing his love by doing things for you is already very natural for him. Crank that up to 11 when it comes to you being pregnant. Also your mood swings don’t phase him like at all. He knows it’s the hormones.

He’s meal prepping healthy and pregnancy-safe meals for you, but he’s also happy to run to the store/to get carry out at night when a craving hits. Sometimes you just gotta have fried chicken and ice cream at 11:30pm. He understands!

Whatever you need, Sett’s going to do everything in his power to do it for you. How could he not? You’re going through so much to bring this child into the world. He wants to make it as easy as possible for you.

He tries to make sure he can make every one of your pre-natal appointments if at all possible. He’ll take the day off to make sure he can go with you. And if there’s ever an appointment he can’t make because he’s out of town or something, he’ll face time in so he can still be with you in some way. He never wants you to feel like you’re facing any part of this pregnancy alone. Lean on him. He’s your rock, your partner, and he’s got your back through it all.

Now of course, not everything is sunshine and rainbows. Sett fully believes you’ll be an excellent parent. But surprisingly, that’s not necessarily a belief he holds for himself…

One night when you two are just relaxing together, enjoying the nightly routine of him resting his head on your thigh and talking to your bump, you notice his expression get a little more serious.

“Can I tell you a secret, nugget? One that I haven’t even told your mother yet?” Sett glances up at you shyly before looking back down at your growing bump. “I’m…I’m a bit scared to be a father,” he murmurs. “I’m so excited to meet you and help you grow, but I’m also terrified I’ll mess up too much. I’m afraid I won’t be a good father to you. My dad wasn’t around very long so it’s not like I have someone in my family to look to as a good example of fatherhood…”

Your eyes widen as you listen to him continue to vent his lack of confidence in himself when it comes to being a good father. It breaks your heart. All of this self-doubt coming from the man who makes sure to never miss an appointment, even when he’s in a different country, who took all sorts of brochures from your OBGYN’s office, ordered parenting books galore and has been reading them non-stop, the man excitedly painting the walls of the nursery and helping you build a crib or rocking chair once he’s home from work.

“Settrigh, look at me,” you say softly as you gently run your fingers through his hair.

He looks up at you, his eyes clearly showing his nerves at what your response might be, though he tries to pass off a small shaky smile. “Uh oh…the full name comes out. That’s never good.”

You let out a soft giggle as you look down at him adoringly and gently move your hand down to cup his cheek. “Do you really think I’d still be here with you right now, 7-months pregnant with your child, our child, if I thought you’d be a bad father? Absolutely not, my love. You know I don’t tolerate fools or bullshit. There’s no one I’d rather start a family with and I think you’ll be an incredible father.”

He leans into your touch. “But I don’t know how to be a good father….not with the way mine was…”

“There’s no fool-proof guidebook for parenting, Sett. Even with your Ma as an amazing example, I don’t really know how to be a mother yet. Parenting is something we’ll learn together along the way, yeah?

He nods. “You’re right baby, as per usual.”

Your smile widens before you continue. “While yes, your father is a shitty deadbeat, that doesn’t concern me. Do you know why?”

He gently shakes his head.

You smile softly again. “He wasn’t the one who raised you, babe, your Ma did. Your Ma is one of the kindest, strongest, most loving beings in this world. Despite everything the world threw at her, she survived and she never let it break her spirit. She raised the best life partner I could ever ask for, and I know you’ll pass on all her lessons to our little nugget. Your heart and your upbringing come from your Ma, Sett, not your dad.”

He nods gently and sighs. “She really sacrificed a lot to make sure we’d be ok. I’m so lucky to have her as my Ma.”

“All it takes is one look to see that sacrifice wasn’t in vain. She’s so proud of you, Sett. She feels so lucky to have you as her son. She’s told me so herself.” You run your thumb along his cheekbone. “You’re not your father. I know you’d never just leave, forcing me to fend for this baby all by myself. Hell, you hate leaving me just to go on short work trips with Heartsteel! You’re a far better man than your dad ever was and you’ll be a far better father than he was too.”

His eyes grow soft as you speak and you feel him relax a bit. “You really think so?”

“I know so!…Also, babe, even in the extremely unlikely case you did leave…you know damn well your Ma would hunt you down and drag you back here herself.”

When he’s out of town with Heartsteel, he’s making sure to check in on you and call/facetime at least twice a day.

During each call Sett has you lower your phone down to your bump so he can say hello to the baby. (And if you’re ok with it, he’ll let the other guys/Alune come over and say hi to you and talk to your belly as well. “They should know their uncles and aunt!”)

Even while he’s out of town you know you’re in good hands. His Ma assures you she’s only a call away and is happy to come keep you company if you want her to. She’s truly a saint, offering advice anytime you or Sett ask her for it while also never going against a decision you and him make. She understands better than anyone how chaotic and unpredictable parenthood can be, and she knows the two of you will always do what you think is best for your baby. She’s just the most supportive woman and she’s utterly thrilled to become a grandma.

The two of you decide to wait to find out the sex of the baby. It’s not really important to Sett to know early. Whatever sex, as long as you and the baby are healthy, that’s all he cares about.

When the moment eventually comes and your water breaks, it’s a little hilarious how panicked he gets, dashing around the house to make sure everything important is in the car.

You grab Sett’s arm to get him to pause his scrambling. “Babe out of the two of us, I feel like I should be the one panicking,” you let out on a laugh, leaning up to kiss him softly. “Breathe. We have time. This is why we prepared early and pre-packed the hospital bags in the car, remember? We’re as ready as we can be, my love, so let’s go become parents.”

As you talk he takes a couple deep breaths and relaxes slightly. As you finish, he kisses you gently. “Let’s go become parents,” he murmurs. Before he steps away completely he kneels down and kisses your tummy. “See you soon, nugget…”

Once he gets over the initial wave of anxiety, Sett gets into the zone. Just an incredible birthing partner to have with you. He’s guiding you through your breathing exercises. He has no issue letting you squeeze the fuck out of his hand or arm. He’s even calm when you cuss him out during particularly intense contractions. He knows you don’t really mean what you’re saying, you’re just in a lot of pain. He calmly keeps wiping off your face and neck with a cool towel and murmuring words of encouragement into your ear, smiling gently and holding you as you eventually melt against him for support.

Hates that you’re not allowed to eat anything. He’s not eating anything either in solidarity. What kind of asshole would bring food and eat it while their partner giving birth can’t have any?? Like Sett doesn’t understand people who do that so don’t worry, you definitely won’t experience that with him.

And once the time comes for you to push, he’s wherever you want him to be, whether that’s right next to you holding your hand, helping the nurses by holding a leg, or even sitting behind you, holding you against his chest. He wants/needs to be useful for you. Wherever he is, he’s encouraging and praising you to high heavens, in absolute awe of you and your strength.

And once the baby comes…🥹🥹🥹

Sett’s eyes are watering as soon as he sees the the teeny tiny ears on top of the baby’s head.

But first he’s hugging you, making sure you’re alright, telling you how amazing you did and how proud of you he is. And as soon as the docs/nurses give the all clear, he’s giving you your fav snacks that he packed so you can finally eat something.

Once he sees you holding the baby, that’s when the tears really start falling. His heart can’t handle it. You, the love of his life, holding your baby, a direct result of your love for each other. It’s one of the most beautiful sights he’s ever witnessed.

He’s sitting next to you on the edge of the bed, his arm around you, looking down at this squalling bundle in your arms with the biggest, most adoring smile on his face.

And when Sett gets a chance to hold the baby? He’s finally able to talk to the baby outside your tummy? Oh he’s so excited! His heart is filled with so much love it’s about to burst.

As is yours, seeing your massive partner holding this small bundle so carefully and protectively in his arms. He’s so gentle and sweet as he welcomes your child into the world and promises he’ll always be there to love, protect, and guide them as best he can. You know Sett means every single word with his whole heart, and it brings happy tears to your eyes as you start this new journey together as a family.

Ah! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed! I just really needed Heartsteel fluffiness at the moment and the thought of Sett as a dad is just so cute. (Especially the thought of him as a girl dad oh my fucking god.)

#heartsteel #heartsteel sett #sett x reader #heartsteel headcanons #headcanon #sett fluff #Sett headcanons #league of legends

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swee7dream · 7 months

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nct dream as partners to an age regressor nct dream x f! reader

author's note: hihi! first time blogging, kinda nervous... i've had this idea in my little marble head for quite some time and now here i am posting it !

dni: if you sexualize age regression and/or have an 18+ blog.

genres & content warnings: fluff fluff fluff. no warnings !

이민형 | mark lee

ur gonna be the death of him. poor boy is stressed 25/8

he's doing his best but he still doesn't quite understand at times

a quality time lover ! sometimes he gets so immersed in his own thing he doesn't notice you switch tasks until it's too late,,,,

"oh no! oh dude... i'm so sorry man, c'mere. no, don't apologize. it's my fault. it's ok. you can cry all you want. let's just get a bandaid on that gnarly cut, okay?"

when he's sorry, he means it ! after the pb&j knife switcheroo incident, he made sure to set alarms to make your meals just in case you've regressed that day and can't (safely) make your own food

a very good listener ! he loves listening to u talk for hours and hours and hours and hours and

listens intently to the explanation of your shows, the names of your plushies, and the storylines currently on going as you play pretend

loves playing pretend. at first, he was a bit shy, breaking character and laughing into his hands when embarrassment got the best of him, but now bro is confident! u could place him in a broadway show and no one would think he's out of place

could be said he was actually the one who made the first move to play pretend.

"...whatcha doing?" "playing" "...what are you playing?" after being burned under your x-ray vision gaze for no less than 5 seconds, you hand him a plushie and 'insist' on him playing with you

not one for titles or nicknames. mark is mark, you are you!

punishments are the last of his worries. hopefully, you don't make it rise the ranks

황런쥔 | huang renjun

manners freak

"ah!" he always has to hold whatever you asked for out of your reach. "what do we say? it starts with a t and ends with a 'you'."

does all sorts of crafts with you

one time, he drew your favorite character and you loved it so much you made him put it on your wall then and there. he was undermining it and complaining that he didn't want to get up and do all the work that involves framing it but the smile and blush on his face told a different story

lets you put stickers on him! only the pretty ones that he's approved beforehand. and NOT on his hair. he's chinese, not korean. he doesn't need the military service buzzcut

like mark, not big on titles. they make him uncomfortable tbh. nicknames for you, however, he does quite like (tiny, munchkin, etc.).

happy to let you be independent while regressed under STRICT supervision

goes so far as to make little songs and jingles to you can sing along to as you perform certain tasks so you both know you're doing things safely and correctly even when out of his eyesight

ur complete coloring pages go right next to his pieces of art on the fridge. u are both artists !

lullabies are a must. the man is a singer for a living ! good night! z Z z ....

punishments usually consist of renjun nagging on for over an hour. you don't really tend to listen. it's mostly for him to let out his frustration before the big stepper comes for you.

"and NO ice cream this weekend!" "NO!"

이제노 | lee jeno

first one to actually not mind titles ! he can live without them but they scratch an itch in his brain like nothing else can

two words: cute aggression. leans in to kiss your cheek only to bite it. he bites your nose. he bites your EARS ?! someone lock this man up !

hugs you in a way that presses the cheeks of the two of you until you look like twins conjoined at the head

the cuddliest man ever like i've never seen a more teddy bear-coded individual?!?!?!

"gotta pee." "hold it." "i can't!" grumbling jeno noises

started going back to the gym after seeing how much he you like being carried

he doesn't really talk a lot when in cg mode, but you've known him long enough that you can read his body language just fine

might actually be in cg space more than you are regressed !

just anything that you do, big or little. it's so precious to him. he feels the urge to just protect you from everything!!!

no !!! u can't go outside !!! what if bugs bite u?!!! oh u brought bug spray? ok... send him a message of when u get on the bus! and when u get off the bus! and to ur friend's house! actually, just let him drive u ok? give him five minutes to change !

the worst at dishing out punishments out of all of dream. a pout, a teary eye, a sniffle, he's unraveling at the seams.

he sits on a chair by the bed, arms crossed with a stern look. you could shatter it with a bat of your lashes, but you know you need this.

"i'll be sitting here until you fall asleep. we could've played chutes and ladders tonight like you wanted if you hadn't thrown away your veggies, angel."

이동혁 | lee donghyuck

he is the baby. wdym you are ?

poor boy is used to being the youngest and acting cute, what is he supposed to do now that the tables are turned?

at the beginning, it's lots of awkward head pats and hugs of comfort.

sits you on his lap while he's gaming, playing with you and your toys in between matches

kind of insecure to be ur cg :( give the boy praise and appreciation!

"you," he sighs, looking away from you. "you should really be in bed by now. it's past your bedtime." "but you're not asleep." another sigh. "i know..."

when his confidence and comfortability is up tho? big big BIG on the baby talk and praise to the point you have to remind him you guys are in public!!! it started out as a joke (yk how he is, being annoying on purpose with his main weapon being aegyo). he doesn't think it's a joke anymore guys,,,,,,,,,,,,,

titles are goofy to haechan. he calls you the same he always does.

"what about me? did i do a good job today?" he asks, striking a ridiculous pose. "yeah ! you're the best, chan ! :D" "... :( thank u baby :,("

punishments don't exist actually! he's right there next to you. silly string all over the room? it was his idea to play spiders. veggies thrown away? impossible. he never bought them to begin with. didn't do your assignment? was it that important to begin with? hyuck doesn't think so

might be a regressor too ! on the older side, perhaps (pre-teen - teenage)

나재민 | na jaemin

terrible for big space. just the absolute worst

baby talk and aegyo is not an action for him, it's a lifestyle. makes you do one or the other (or both if he's feeling particularly sadistic i mean playful) if you want something or as a punishment on the lighter side

probably made you slip multiple times before you even told him you regress

all the cheesy, cringy, cliche stuff? he does that. shamelessly too

loves titles and uses them on himself even if you don't. doesn't make you call him anything, but he loves how it 'rolls off the tongue so well!'

he's an addict to nicknames for you. finds them randomly

"oh man, look at that rabbit! it's so cute!" "just like y/n" "what" just randomly takes out his phone in the middle of walking to text you nana: hi bunny you: ? you: hi?

acts of service are his natural calling. you might as well be quadriplegic.

makes your favorite drink for you! ur too little to do it urself !!! let him do it for u (pls pls pls pls pls he's on his knees)

also makes lunches for you that are all pretty and shaped like some sort of animal when ur feeling small ! he stopped doing cats though since one time you felt like you were eating luna and cried.

you two literally fight to death about who loves who the most. jaemin has to be tied to a chair in the basement of an abandoned building to let you do literally anything for him

punishments are extremely rare. virtually non-existent. he prefers to talk things through and give rewards rather than take away

health is important! it's so so important to him he set up a meal plan where you eat the rainbow three times a day.

makes you exercise with him.........

"i'll be home in about half an hour, jellybean. do you think you could finish a bottle of water by then? i know you can. i'll see you soon, okay?"

종천러 | zhong chenle

you know those people that talk to babies like they're grown people that pay taxes and drink alcohol? that's chenle

he knows you've regressed and you're not in the mindset of an adult anymore, but he isn't a big baby talk person like jaemin is

the nicknames he uses for you are very classic so he can use them both in public and in private (doll, dollface, princess, etc.)

surprisingly into his role as cg? like, he has a chart set up for you and everything. if he's abroad/not around, he'll call you so you can place the gold stars yourself in his behalf

another manners enthusiast

uses titles for himself and expects you to use them too

"'can i have dessert please, what?', princess? what word is missing from that sentence?"

doesn't say much but always keeps an eye or hand on you in public.

bro is nonchalant (for the most part. just don't read his locked notes)

"a gift? i didn't buy you anything" LIAR. "what pink box? have you opened it? bring it over here. let me see"

he's very patient, just stern since he has strict boundaries and rules. constantly encouraging you to have firm boundaries as well.

"is this ok?" "do you not like this?" "how do you feel about that?"

go-to punishment is writing lines. always gives you a yogurt or some other snack when you finish. mostly does it for himself, he doesn't like staying on the subject of punishment/bad behavior. there's better things to do in his opinion

his favorite activity to do with you when small is your text message conversations. no words, no talking, just a photo message from you (!!!! look what i'm doing !!!!) and a photo from him in response (!!!! good job i'm so proud of you !!!! here's what i'm doing !!!!)

박지성 | park jisung

a lot like mark, not a fans of titles or nicknames

more of a listener. has lots of questions but doesn't want to interrupt the groove with which you're explaining the lore of equestria so he just nods his head in hopes that he'll understand with time and context

the one who would adjust the fastest to learning about your age regression out of all the dreamies. give him five minutes and he'll be like "...ok. wanna watch tv now?"

jisung is so !!! silly !!!

a goofy boy. he loves making exaggerated reactions and expressions to make you laugh

"gah-!" you've hit him with an invisible arrow! jisung holds his chest, stumbling back to slowly fall down onto the floor. very very slowly. "you've shot me... i can feel my life force leaving me... why... would you do this...? bleh."

kind of has a sixth sense for you. if something triggers you and makes you slip in public, he's like a cat that heard something no one else can.

pulsing your hand in his to get your attention only for you to avoid eye contact is a dead giveaway. he might not always be able to leave the event, but he makes sure to give you a break of just you two. breathing exercises, grounding techniques, he also lets you play with the plush toy keychain he bought for occasions just like these.

the first time you shutdown verbally when small, jisung panics! he's running around looking up on the internet how to 'talk without talking'. now he's a baby sign language expert. good job, you! /gen

can u tell this came from a jaemin delusion? he's just so cg coded my LORD ㅠㅠ

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iron-sparrow · 17 days

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FIVE SONGS I'M INTO RIGHT NOW °⊹♫∘｡⁺₊🎧⁺⋆

Oh, this is my shit. I am rarely not listening to music. Thank you so much for the tag, @gatheredfates!

‣ This Is A Life by Son Lux, Mitski & David Byrne

This is a life, slow and sudden miracles View of other worlds from our window sills With the weight of eternity at the speed of light

Man, this song has kept the Everything Everywhere All At Once soundtrack in my Spotify annual summaries every year since 2022. It's also my default Yein music, and it gets placed on repeat when I wanna pose or write for them.

‣ WE GOT THE MOVES by Electric Callboy

OH FUCK YEAH, LET'S DO IT AGAIN!

This is a power anthem. I play it on raid reclears, and it's usually looping in my head when I'm trying to hype myself up for a big (dead)lift. The above line is simple, but the way it's screamed has become a powerful mental cue for me to brace and pull.

‣ Seize the Power by YONAKA

Woke up this morning, I feel so fucking important I looked in the mirror, I'm different, I finally made a decision

The whole song is a banger. Good lyrics and a satisfying heavy bass.

‣ Kitchen Sink by twenty one pilots

No one else is dealing with your demons Meaning maybe defeating them Could be the beginning of your meaning, friend

Look, sometimes you just need to scream with a song and cry it out.

‣ These Days by Foo Fighters

Easy for you to say; Your heart has never been broken Your pride has never been stolen

I really like Foo Fighters. Always have, always will.

Tagging @nolcro @sporebat @oneiroy @verysmallcyborg @archaiclumina @thefreelanceangel @seinthood @sparrowsong-7 and any other music enjoyers out there.

This has been a nice little break from the OC Basics I still gotta do for my alts. Please look forward to those.

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jjsmaybank20 · 1 year

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Family Plans

Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader

Summary: Wanda has never had a big family. You promise to make up for that lack by inviting her into your own.

Warnings: all fluffy family shit, mentions of loved ones passing away

Word Count: 1.6k

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Wanda never thought that she would ever be truly happy again after everything that she had been through. She had lost her parents, her brother, her country. She thought that her childhood dream of a big wonderful family was completely gone. That was, until she met you.

You were there for her when Pietro passed away, and you supported her when she needed a shoulder to cry on. Every step of the way, there you were. You were the first person she fully trusted, and she was the first person that you fully opened up to. It was clear as day to anyone that the two of you were in love, so no one was surprised when you started dating.

A couple months later, you asked her to marry you. She didn’t hesitate to say yes. Sometimes she couldn’t help but think that this was all a dream, and that she was going to wake up and alone, or worse, in HYDRA’s grasp once again. Somehow you always knew when she was feeling like this, and you reassured her that all of it was real and that you were right there for her, no matter what.

Now you were in the car, on the way to your hometown for Thanksgiving so that Wanda could meet your family for the first time. She had met your parents and siblings, sure, but she had yet to meet your loads and loads of cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents.

Wanda looks over at you from the passenger seat, watching you turn up the country radio station that you were listening to. You start to sing along to a song that comes on, bopping your head and tapping the steering wheel to the beat. “You're all alone at a party, You want to dance with somebody, But you ain't got a clue how to ask, You and your girl had a fight, And now she's saying goodbye, She ran upstairs and packed her bags.”

As you sing, Wanda can hear your country accent come out, just like it does when you get worked up or excited about something. You glance over at her, making sure to catch her eye before you dance sporadically in your seat while singing the pre-chorus. “It could be raining' on your perfect vacation, You could be stressed about your work situation, Ain't gotta listen to me but all I'm sayin'.” You pause for a second before jumping into the chorus and clenching your hand pretending that you are holding a microphone.

“Ain't nothin' that a beer can't fix, Ain't no pain it can't wash away, From the moment that it hits your lips, Makes those clouds look a little less grey! Oh you could be lonely, or heartbroken, Or hungover from the night before, Turn that frown into a smile real quick, There ain't nothin' that a beer can't fix.” Wanda laughs out loud at the sight of you bouncing around. She then just stares at you, wondering how she got so lucky.

You catch her looking, taking your eyes off of the road for a second. “What? You don’t like my dancing?” Still catching her breath, Wanda shakes her head in disagreement. “No, no, I love your dancing. I love you.” You smile at her while grabbing her hand and placing a kiss on it. “I love you too, baby.”

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As you pull into your parent’s driveway, you give Wanda’s hand a comforting squeeze. She can’t help but feel nervous, knowing how people have reacted to her and her powers in the past. But knowing you, she should have known not to worry.

As soon as you step onto the porch, the door swings open and a horde of kids come running out, closely followed by multiple dogs. The children immediately attach themselves to your legs, and you have to quickly grab onto something so that they don’t knock you over. Your frazzled brother runs to the door, trying to get the kids to let go while apologizing, but you wave him off.

You take the kids off of you and herd them inside with an amused Wanda following closely behind. As you get further into the house, the sound of multiple conversations and children screaming gets louder. You finally get into the kitchen and spot your mother.

“Hey, Mom! Happy Thanksgiving. Sorry we’re late, traffic was a mess on the way out of New York.” You pull her into a hug before turning around to say something to Wanda, but she isn’t behind you anymore. You look around the kitchen before glancing into the living room. There you spot her talking to your favorite uncle.

As you approach them, you can hear him say, “Hey. You make Y/N so damn happy, which puts you in a great place in my books. If you’re their family, then you’re our family.” You can see Wanda tear up slightly and excuse herself out onto the back deck. You follow her out and sit down next to her on a bench.

“What’s up, Wands?” She glances up at you, shrugging her shoulders. “It’s stupid.” You kneel down in front of her and grab both of her hands while shaking your head. “No, no it’s not. What is it?” She looks up at the sky, sighing. “I’ve just- I’ve just never had a big family before. Honestly, for a long time it was just me and Pietro. Then it was just me. But now I have you, and your family. I never thought that I would get this.”

You smile up at her. “You will never have to experience that ever again. I will always be your family, and even if my family isn’t always there, we can start our own. Whatever you want, I’m here for you.” She pulls you up and into a hug and you quickly reciprocate.

Suddenly, you hear the glass sliding door open and the quiet footsteps of a small child on the deck floor. You turn around and spot your youngest nephew, James, shyly making his way towards the two of you. You wave him over, and he quickly comes and hugs your leg. You lift him up so that he is at eye level with both you and Wanda, and he hides his face in your neck when Wanda waves at him.

You tickle his sides which makes him giggle and squirm in your arms. Wanda watches the whole interaction, realizing that she really does want to start a family with you. James then glances over at Wanda before quietly asking, “Are you really an Avenger?” Wanda nods, and it’s like James becomes a whole new person.

His face lights up, and he quickly climbs over to Wanda, who is slightly shocked at how fast he got into her arms. He doesn’t even notice her surprise as he enthusiastically rants about how impressed his friends are going to be that he met an actual Avenger. You look at him, playfully hurt. “You do know that I’m also an Avenger, right?”

James nods before saying, “But like, she’s one of the super powerful ones that all of my friends love.” You gap at the boy, slightly wounded by his words, but as soon as you see the elated look on your fianceè’s face, any of the offense that you had taken melted away.

Instead of teasing him for basically saying that you're not a cool Avenger, you tell him, “You know that she’s going to be your Auntie soon, right?” James gasps in excitement before wrapping his little arms around Wanda’s neck and squealing, “I can’t wait!” He then hops out of her arms and runs inside, wanting to tell all the other kids about their cool soon-to-be aunt.

You look at Wanda’s happy face, pulling her into your arms. She looks like she is thinking about something before she blurts out, “I want kids.” She pauses for a second before processing what she had said, and she immediately starts apologizing. You quickly interrupt her with a short, “Me too.” She pauses, slightly thrown off. “You do?” You nod, grinning down at her. “I do. I want a boy. I think he should be named Thomas.”

Wanda shakes her head, quickly rebutting, “I like William more.” You laugh, starting to walk the two of you back inside. “Well, whatever their name is, they’ll be ours, and that’s all that matters.” Wanda rests her head on your shoulder, silently agreeing with you, and imagining your own little family.

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glittter-vamp · 1 year

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Thank you for requesting! 🖤

Based on the song Wasn’t Me By Shaggy.

Warnings: Angst. Cheater!Joe X Reader. Explicit language. Mention of Sex & Alcohol. Sorry for any mistakes, I wrote this up on my lunch break earlier lol

Word count: 1,161

You left the house fuming and in tears. You couldn't believe what you had just walked into. Your Fiance Joe was throwing a party when you were away which he didn't tell you about. You walked into your house filled with people you don’t know, after being out of town for work. You thought it would be a cute idea to surprise Joe but you came home to a crazy house party and seeing something you didn't think you would of ever seen. "Hello?" Your best friend Liz answers the phone groggily. "Hey Liz, I'm sorry if I woke you up but could I crash at your place tonight?" You sniffle. "Y/N? Are you crying? What's going on?" You hear her wake up more. "I just needed to leave, I couldn't look at him." Is all that comes out trying to hold in a sob. "Yeah, yeah...come over but please drive safe. You shouldn't be crying and driving." She says. Of course your best friend would know when you're calling her from your car. "I'll be there in 5." You say before hanging up.

You make it safely to Liz's house and as you pull into her driveway she opens the front door in her pajamas. You felt like shit for waking her up at 12AM but you just didn't know where to go. "I'm really sorry for coming here like this." You sniffle as Liz hugs you and lets you in. " You don't have to apologize, but what happened?" She asks as you follow her to the kitchen. "I came home early from my work trip. Instead of leaving tomorrow morning, I left tonight so surprise Joe and he had some fucking party going on." You say taking a breath before continuing. "I couldn't find Joe, I asked everyone around the house and they hadn't seen him either. So I went upstairs to our room and heard this noise coming from the bathroom. So I open the door and there he was with the fucking neighbor… fucking on the bathroom sink" You say getting livid all over again and Liz gasps.

"Wait...the one that you told me about that was always a little too nice with Joe?" Liz asks and you nod. "Oh Y/N...I'm so sorry." Liz says hugging you again which made you cry again. "5 years Liz...we were supposed to get married in a few months." You sniffle. "He's gonna pay, you're going to have the last laugh in the end. I promise you that." Liz says rubbing your back. "I should of listened to my dad about dating a fucking NFL player." You mutter as she goes over to make some tea for you. "Man, I thought he'd be different...guess when you get that type of fame and money you get cut by that shitty cookie cutter. becoming the stereotype" Liz shakes her head as she turns on the stove and puts the kettle on it. "I already bought my dress, that was specially made." You sigh rubbing your face. "Girl, all you gotta do is sell that shit online and tell the story behind it. There's a facebook page of women in your situation and they sell like hot cakes. People love drama and supporting heartbroken women." She says making you chuckle.

"Did he see you though?" Liz asks. "Yeah after quite sometime. Once he noticed me, I threw my ring in his face and ran downstairs leaving in my car before he could get dressed and even process me there." You scoff. "I'm just saying, when I see him...I might hurt him. Just letting you know." Liz says making you laugh. "I turned my location off, he shouldn't be showing up here." You shake your head. You and Liz enjoy your cup of tea and she tries her best to take your mind off things. Talking about movies, concerts and whatever else but you could feel your phone vibrating in your pocket. "Okay, Y/N...either turn the phone off or I'm calling him and cussing him out myself." Liz says and you sigh. " I'll give you a minute. I gotta go pee anyways. "Liz says living you in her kitchen.

You unlock your phone and see, a sea of missed texts and calls from Joe. You open the messages up and read the messages.

J🧡-Please answer the phone Y/N. I'm so sorry, that wasn't me

J🧡-Just let me talk for a few minutes

J🧡-Please pick up

J🧡- That wasn't me, just let me explain.

J🧡- Why did you turn off your location? Are you somewhere safe?? At least tell me that

J🧡-Please come back home, I'll leave if you need space

You scoff at the dozens and dozens of messages like those and decide to call him. You take a deep breath and made the call. Almost immediately he answers. "Hello!? Y/N, Jesus are you okay?" Joe frantically asks. "How could I be okay, I just walked into my Fiance fucking our neighbor." You scoff. “I’m so sorry baby, that wasn’t me. I never meant for that to happen.” Joe says sounding broken himself but it really didn’t do anything for you. “You keep saying it wasn’t me, do you have some type of clone I didn’t know about? What excuse is that?!” You roll your eyes. “I was out of character, I had way too much to drink and I wasn’t thinking right- Joe, you are not blaming this on alcohol. I’ve gone out with my friends multiple times getting shit faced and I never even looked at another guy while I was with you!” You snap back.

“Just tell me what I need to do to regain your trust again, you can’t just throw 5 years away of us away. We can go to therapy,Move houses, whatever you want.” Joe practically begs over the phone. “Joe, the only person who threw this all away was you. Don’t worry about the house, I’ll be getting my stuff out this week. I’m Liz can help with finding me a place in such short notice.” You tell him holding back tears.

“Don’t do this Y/N, please.” Joe says his voice breaking at the end. “I’ll be over to get my stuff while you’re at practice, I’ll leave the keys in the garage and whatever else you’ve given me in the house.” You sniffle before you hang up knowing he was going to put up a fight and you just didn’t want to hear it right now.

“Are you okay?” Liz asks peeking into the kitchen where you were crying. “Nope but I can’t allow him to disrespect me like this and take him back.” You shake your head. “I’m proud of you, and of course I’ll help you find a place. I’m only the best realtor in Cincinnati.” She jokes making you smile. Here’s to starting all over again.

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schismusic · 13 days

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Joy Division, or: how I learned to stop worrying and love New Order, too

Spring is weird as hell because one time you have this glaring sun that powers you up like being plugged into a wall outlet, then not five minutes later clouds begin to gather and you feel like you're going to die if anything goes south. So the most obvious combination to represent two sides of this same coin, emotional and meteorological, is Joy Division and New Order.

Sometimes you need Transmission or Shadowplay for the sunny days — impassioned jolts, sparks flying everywhere. Sometimes The Perfect Kiss hits harder on a cloudy afternoon, coming back home and in need of that extra push to not fall asleep in the train. It's surprising to realize the versatility displayed by both bands, or the same band in two different iterations according to whomever you ask. Peter Hook says, as late as 1993, that the laziest member of New Order is Ian Curtis. Or again this other person, in the comments under the Atmosphere official video on YouTube, who went to see New Order (Hooky-less New Order, which might be a relevant distinction) at the O2 Arena a couple of years ago and they gave an encore, says "Those of us who stayed got the privilege of watching Joy Division perform three of their songs". Interesting outlook on the matter. I personally saw Peter Hook and the Light play both Joy Division records and, I'm pretty sure, an encore comprised of just Love Will Tear Us Apart at the Arti Vive Festival in Soliera, back when it was still free to attend some of the events. I remember being pretty mad that Hooky had stopped to take pics with basically everyone and then left exactly as I was approaching. In retrospect I don't exactly blame the man, it was like midnight anyway. I remember nothing of the back trip home.

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My first contact with Joy Division happened when I was thirteen and very much in my prog era. I was in Rome staying at an aunt of mine's place for my fourteenth birthday and she told me I could get a CD, since I had gotten some money saved up over time. Some Facebook page dedicated to Pink Floyd I'd liked (yeah, Facebook at age thirteen — I literally just wanted to play a fucking Flash game, back when Facebook allowed them, and I ended up getting to be terminally online. Crazy how things turn out) used to share a lot of memes and fanart relating to the Unknown Pleasures album cover, and me being a massive Pink Floyd head at the time I thought "I mean, if these guys are pushing this band so hard, that's gotta mean something". The album cover was pretty striking, admittedly: a far cry from the paisley ass paintings that I had grown to accept as the gold standard for the music I liked, but its simplicity struck a chord closer to The Dark Side of the Moon, or perhaps The Wall. Those were records I liked a lot, probably called them "the best records ever made" to more than one person, not like they aren't but that's a very bold statement to make when your listening experience consists exactly of

Madonna's Confessions on a Dance Floor when I was six;

Daft Punk's complete discography (minus Random Access Memories, which wasn't out yet) when I was twelve;

Pink Floyd's complete discography, courtesy of a CD collection coming out with some Italian newspaper, that same year;

a couple random classic rock records recommended to me by older friends and relatives usually well into their fifties or sixties at the time, random people on Internet forums — which, for clarification, I did not actively attend, preferring to just lurk from time to time — and the OndaRock "milestones" page.

So browsing through the surprisingly expansive CDs section of this electronics shop in Rome, and being mesmerized by a vinyl rack in the days when Music on Vinyl was the final frontier of pretending you could re-analogue the digital ("you mean to tell me these are like CDs, but bigger? Whoever designed these truly lived in the future"), I came across that very same album art that had stricken me so hard. I had listened to the first seconds of the album on YouTube, but that weird drum sound — so echoey, so distant, ultimately not particularly powerful, meaning it didn't really sound like Bonzo: it sounded more like my own band, which at the time didn't even exist yet — I didn't really know what to make of. This store I was in had one of those preview listening machines that would scan the barcode on the CDs and give you a small snippet of the song. I pull the CD up to the scanner, the scanner lights up green, I put on the headphones and the solo from this comes up:

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Clearly they had to be kidding me. I had come to know, sneaking into infinitely many rehearsals with the band from my mother's town, what it sounded like when someone tried to play lead without something else filling up the arrangement (even though I didn't really know all that, or at least lacked the vocabulary to properly express it) and, for Christ's sake, didn't these guys notice rehearsing? It sounded empty, weirdly so, and it wasn't my thing, I thought. I put that CD away and picked up a band I knew I'd like — Genesis, specifically. So Nursery Cryme became the first CD I've ever paid with my own money, the very day I turned fourteen. Not a bad pickup. I remember being very impressed with the fast blurring lead guitar on The Musical Box and digging the sweet pastoral atmospheres of For Absent Friends and Harlequin. I still think of that record more often than one would probably assume looking at this blog, or my most played on Spotify. At the time, that was the best move I could take, really: why beat my head against a record that, as your average prog nerd ballbreaker, simply wasn't speaking to me?

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Then all of a sudden in August of the same year my friend's dad hands me a 16 gigabyte USB drive, full of random music from all eras of rock. A lot of it remains inscrutable to me for a really long time, most notably Tom Waits (see related post), but I spent the whole month reading random folder names, seeing if something catches my eyes, and at one point I come across the Mars Volta. Open the folder up, read the names of their first three records, and my first thought is "Christ, these guys look incomprehensible. I'm about to have some fun". Long story short: I end up having a lot of fun, the Mars Volta turns into my favourite band at the time and finding out that they had previously been called At the Drive-In makes me gain some measure of respect for punk rockers: if they tried hard enough, I must've thought, they could prog as hard as anyone. In the meantime the ghost of Joy Division remains at the back of my head. I feel like I'm missing something, for the first time in my life: it's not them, it's me. Too bad that same realization didn't occur to me when it came to the people in my life until much, much later, but that's being fourteen for you I suppose. Early King Crimson and the Mars Volta were the pinnacle of violence to me, and not even the very few Metallica songs I'd downloaded just to see what would happen scratched that itch. It felt a bit too cauterized for some reason (I would later find out I had been looking in the wrong direction the whole time: the Black Album "sucked", according to my favourite metalhead of the time, who somehow catalyzed my interest from the very second I saw him in the school's courtyard. Hard to imagine why I would imprint on people like puppies do, but what the fuck, not like I've ever outgrown that anyway, I've just gotten better at managing it). But I felt there was more than violence to this, or different forms of violence. When Christmas came around and my relatives tried to get me presents, my mother asked if there was anything specific I was interested in, and I basically told her "look, if they can get me some CDs off of this list, I'm golden". It had some bangers on it, namely Noctourniquet by the Mars Volta — it's one of their best and I will die on this hill, be warned — and The Downward Spiral, which might as well warrant its own post in an ideal world. But the best of them all I think came from a random purchase, once again with the little money I had lying around at the time.

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Closer appears to be, right away, a bit more concrete, and if there's something inexperienced music fans like is a pretty packaging that conjures a strong emotional response before they've even played the record. Compare a color-inverted graph of pulsar emissions to a literal funerary monument. Opening up the booklet I was shocked to see that Genesis was used as a negative point of comparison (bad omen, I thought) by people close to the band, and I came across much more detailed information about Ian Curtis's untimely demise — at that time, something far too removed from my experience to be faced with the delicacy and attention it deserves. Atrocity Exhibition hits like a ten-ton truck, a reference which at the time I wouldn't have been able to make for obvious reasons, and Isolation exposes all the nerve tissue under the skin. Passover comes in and strips everything even barer, and then A Means to an End turns… danceable, for some reason? Big emotional moment with The Eternal and Decades, which I thought actually took them closer to my usual tastes. And yet at the same time I kept looking at Colony, Heart and Soul and Twenty Four Hours as the most compelling cuts. Geometric assault sounding like sheet metal if it were music; rhythmically driven emptiness that serves as a minimal backdrop for depressed poetry, and finally a rocking ebb-and-flow that would probably inform a lot of my interest in GY!BE-like post-rock in the coming years. Very interesting to think that the same guys who'd done Unknown Pleasures could think of this. To this day, when asked, I still do think that Closer is the best Joy Division record, but what does it even mean when the records are exactly two, compilations notwithstanding?

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It was around this time that it came to my attention that both Joy Division and another band called New Order had a record called Substance out, both published by the same recording company, both coming out within a year of each other. Looking it up, it turns out it's fully intentional, because New Order is simply Joy Division minus Ian Curtis. It would turn out to be a tad bit more complex than that. Anyway, I look New Order up and kind of have to do a double-take. Synthpop? In my Joy Division? More likely than you'd think, considering Isolation exists. But yeah, that sort of seals it — I wouldn't care about this New Order for a million years. Until all of a sudden a couple of years later David Sylvian bursts like a comet in my face, which of course leads me straight to Japan, the same year as I'd come across Berlin-era Bowie, and you can probably guess where this is going, right?

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Well, you'd be wrong. I still don't check out New Order. There's a whole new world open to me — vaporwave and therefore R Plus Seven come to my attention, which leads me to dissect that record like an alien tool of unclear purposes. This of course leads me onto an ambient tangent, taking me back to my Tim Hecker listens of that same year, which has the effect of renewing my interest in "pure" electronic music and the then-rising post-dubstep movement. The sheer experience of sound, the dazzling modernity and innovation, is what's in at the time. I have no time for nostalgia-pandering dimwits: the future awaits. Then all that jazz from the first Godflesh post hits, then God pulls the funniest gag in the history of viral infections to my memory, and I have some time to actually look back, a bit less prejudiced. As it turns out, synthpop is not the devil, as some of you might have surmised by now, and as I relisten to Blue Monday I realized I have never listened to either of the Substance record. I do know some, most perhaps?, of the tracks on the Joy Division one, and I do think the New Order one has the more striking cover art — not to mention I knew, by this time, that this was the one to give Metal Gear Solid 2: Substance its name, and that Your Silent Face soundtracked one of the most memorable moments in Nicolas Winding Refn's Bronson. As the ultimate Hideo Kojima stan, I couldn't let this slide, so I pop the record on and get hit with this:

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Way to go, guys. Holy shit. I knew that Ceremony was a Joy Division cut before they could record it, but what the hell — Bernard got it, too. It wasn't a matter of singing ability with songs like these, it's just getting it, finding the right energy. They had that right energy. And then it hit me just as many times these dudes have made Blue Monday over and over again before actually getting it right, and everytime I look into it it's funnier and funnier to realize just how many different attempts it took them to finally be Kraftwerk, but augmented — with the stellar results we all know. Everything's Gone Green, 5 8 6, Temptation potentially, all lead up to this one moment in the history of dance music where somehow three dudes and a girl hailing from Manchester managed to out-gay the Pet Shop Boys (by their own admission, apparently), to shake the whole world's collective booty, to do whatever it is they were supposed to do in this last comparison that would ideally make the previous one a bit less obnoxious but whatever, it's 3am as usual, you know how it goes by now don't you? But then after Blue Monday the record keeps going, and thank god it does, because it's banger after banger. How do these guys keep doing it?

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So I spend some time with that record, then it fades down, then it comes back up last month, when the weather calls for it and its parent company. Which is when I find myself watching the Control movie for the first time, surprisingly enough seeing as I already enjoyed the work of Anton Corbijn as a photographer. Looking at all that, it is revealed to me that Joy Division never really having died is not a bug, it's a feature. Everyone is gasping, I get it, but please pick your jaws up and check this out: the band has never learned how to play their respective instruments. One might go so far as to argue they play their own stuff their own way, and that's basically it. Nothing could be further from the truth. These guys jammed, a lot; that's how Joy Division wrote songs, that's how New Order wrote songs, even going as far as having Bernard Sumner fucked up on acid so he could find the chorus to Temptation or the whole band bombed out of their minds on X in Ibiza clubs to write, basically, the entirety of Technique — and even then, not really, there's a couple jangly tracks that the X would most likely render unlistenable but what do I really know? Point being: it might now have been sparked by a music teacher or instructor, it might not have been the product of a process comparable to that within Television, which led them to organically seek out better, more "by the book" musicianship, but New Order were incredibly familiar with their instruments, had formed an element of comfort and understanding that counterbalanced the alien-ness to music terminology.

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Peter Hook recently uploaded a Yamaha-sponsored video to his Instagram, which I am pretty sure has a say in running, where he jams on a Yamaha bass and, you know, it sounds like Hooky alright, but it's never a discernible bassline until he kicks into the A major strumming that opens Love Will Tear Us Apart. Before that, he just strolls around the neck, leisurely strumming away at power chords imbued with that thick chorus and reverb combo he became renowned for. I would never, in my wildest dreams, have imagined I'd find myself thinking "okay, awesome, stop talking — I want to hear you jam a bit more" referring to one of the musicians who were part of possibly two of the craziest storiest in the history of contemporary rock'n'roll, also notorious for playing the rockstar whilst carrying the minimum possible baggage of technical knowledge he could. Once again, this is nowhere near a knock to the man — quite the opposite. Ian Curtis asked "persistence, well, what does it matter?", and Hooky (and, of course, the other members of New Order) found a way to constructively answer that question. Moments before Coil, but a bit later than Israel Regardie, they said "persistence is all" and built a brand on finding a way to consistently sound like splendid, eternal, golden children: "like crystal", impassionate, tightly-knit performers with the purity of a child's heart. Ian Curtis had, in certain ways (at least artistically), the purity of a child in his heart, which some might even argue was a distinguishing feature of most of his literary idols — if you think about it, William Burroughs could be your dirty-minded classmate who walked in on his parents sharing an intimate moment in the bedroom (had his parents been gay men, the metaphor would probably fly better, but that most definitely wasn't the case). So the heart of Joy Division remains untouched, if a bit more naked. Heroes of post-punk, sons of the silent age, you can sleep soundly tonight.

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on my own | e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x fem! reader

type: angst lmao

requested: nope

summary: a fic based on the song dancing on my own by calum scott, where the reader is jealous of chrissy

warnings: pure angst, curse words, one mention of sex which is not that important

a/n: this was fun and this idea popped into my head like an hour ago, hope you guys enjoy it cause ive always wanted to write a fic based on a song

If someone had told her a few months before that at this moment she would be crying over a stupid boy, she wouldn’t have believed them. All of this was weird, one day she was in his room listening to some songs he wrote and the next she couldn’t visit him because of her. (Y/n) didn’t even register when all of that had happened. So there she was, laying on her bed, tears streaming down her cheeks and smudging her mascara all over.

Somebody said you got a new friend.

It was October when she first had met Chrissy Cunningham. Colourful leaves were surrounding the group, they were all enjoying their break on a bench in the middle of the woods. That’s when he introduced her to them and (Y/n) tried her best to be nice, but it wasn’t hard, she couldn’t dislike the cheerleader. She was cute, nice, smart and so innocent. Well, not exactly innocent since she took away the closest person (Y/n) had ever had.

Does she love you better than I can?

Chrissy took a seat in front of (Y/n) and held out her hand.

‘Hi, I’m Chrissy.’ She said with the most adorable smile.

‘(Y/n), pleasure.’ She shook her hand and gave her a side smile.

She tried her best to not pay attention to them but it was hard. They were both lost in a conversation right in front of her, their soft laughs mixing together. (Y/n) was talking to Gareth who was sitting next to her in order to mute Eddie’s voice but she still found herself distracted at every movement she saw from the corner of her eye.

I know where you’re at, I bet she’s around.

(Y/n) had always been invited to their gigs, it was her favourite time of the week. She could spend time with the people she was closest to, especially Eddie. Watching him perform was amazing, he gave it all he had during the shows. Then, when Chrissy started coming to the Hideout, (Y/n) was kind of happy because she could talk to her and exchange opinions. That was still the time when Chrissy and Jason were a thing. Two months had passed and the whole school started talking about their breakup. (Y/n) saw that Chrissy wasn’t particularly moved by the end of her relationship, but she hadn’t paid much attention to that.

And yeah I know it’s stupid.

But I just gotta see it, for myself.

They had never announced if they were in a relationship, but (Y/n) knew. She saw how his hand sneaked around her waist some times, how he would kiss her cheek when he thought no one was around, how he would cancel their Sacred Saturday’s to be with Chrissy. Eddie hadn’t told (Y/n) that the blonde girl was the reason of his absence, but it was pretty obvious, at least to her.

I’m in the corner, watching you kiss her,

I’m right over here, why can’t you see me?

She didn’t understand why he chose her. She was there first, she was his shoulder to cry on, his best friend, his sword, shield, literally anything he wanted her to be. She would’ve sailed across the ocean if he asked her to. And yet, she wasn’t the one he had given his heart to. All this time when they were meeting up in a larger group, she tried her best to not glare at them and their intertwined hands. She wished so bad that it was her he touched, kissed, hugged, but she wasn’t.

And I’m giving it my all, but I’m not the girl you’re taking home.

Sometimes after their concerts Eddie had invited (Y/n) to his house for a sleepover. And so when he had asked Chrissy that question, with (Y/n) standing next to them, she had almost burst into tears.

‘Hey, you wanna come back to my place after we finish?’ She heard him say to Chrissy.

She just giggled and nodded her head. Eddie didn’t even look at (Y/n), it was like she had become a ghost.

And I’m all messed up, I’m so out of line.

When she was laying in her bed, Eddie and Chrissy were spending their two months anniversary with the rest of the gang. (Y/n) had went to the gathering but she had left just as quickly.

‘So, since when are you guys together?’ Jeff nudged Eddie’s arm and took a sip of his beer.

‘Um, actually it’s two months, today’ He smiled and took the drink from Jeff’s hand.

(Y/n) was next to Jeff and she was slowly sipping her own beverage, Chrissy was in the other room talking to one of her friends.

‘Tell me man, what’s it like to be dating the Hawkins Princess?’ Jeff chuckled and wiggled his eyebrows.

‘It’s amazing, she is amazing.’ Eddie whispered but it was loud enough for (Y/n) to hear.

‘Jeff do you have some weed?’ She asked suddenly.

‘Since when do you smoke?’ Eddie interfered.

‘Since when do you care?’ She hissed which took him aback. ‘So? Can I have some?’ Her head turned to Jeff.

‘Um, yeah, yeah, here you go.’ He said and pulled out two blunts out of his bag. ‘You need a lighter?’

‘Nah, I’m good. Thanks.’ She said and headed outside of Gareth’s house.

She didn’t want to come back there, all she wanted was to be alone. Her legs took her to the closest bus stop and she entered the first one that was heading in the direction of her home. The whole ride she tried her best to not break down right then and there. Her head started showing her images it came up with to make her even sadder. Eddie kissing Chrissy, Eddie touching Chrissy, Eddie fucking Chrissy. What was she better at than (Y/n)? She never understood that because Eddie was just like her, she had always thought they were made for each other. They had a similar style, music taste and they both played guitar. Her mind wandered to the first time she saw Eddie play, that’s when she had decided she wants to do that to. She had saved up for it and soon she had found herself in Eddie’s trailer, the boy teaching her how to play. She finally saw her neighbourhood which threw her out of her depressive thoughts. (Y/n) stood up and left the bus at the closest stop, she then ran towards her house.

‘Honey is everything okay?’ One of her parents asked when she entered the house. ‘The dinner is ready if you want some!’

But she was already running up the stairs, too sad to even think about food.

‘I’m not hungry, sorry!’ She screamed and shut her door.

She walked over to her bed and took a seat, then all of the things came back and hit her twice as hard which brings us to the situation at the very top. She finally sat up again and wiped her tears with the back of her hand. She reached into her pocket and took one of the blunts, she then opened the window and searched for a lighter in her desk. When she found it she took a seat on her window sill and lit up the herbs. The first puff she took hurt her lungs and throat a bit, she wasn’t used to the feeling, but after a few she finally felt the relaxation. She contemplated smoking the other one but she decided to leave it for another day. She sighed and throwing away the rest of the joint she went to sleep not bothering to take off her clothes or make up.

I keep dancing on my own.

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munchmemes · 21 days

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the northern boys lyrics, all songs edition

❛ don't wanna fall in love, i just wanna get fucked. ❜ ❛ when i go, will my loved ones miss me? well, the answer's no. ❜ ❛ no, don't talk to me unless it's an emergency. ❜ ❛ i gotta go, i gotta take a number three. that's a piss and a shit and a wank. ❜ ❛ i tried crack once, i just wanted to test it. ❜ ❛ it's party time, get your drugs out. ❜ ❛ if you wanna make love, get your muffs out. ❜ ❛ call me grandad cause i fucked your nan. ❜ ❛ i know you think that this is a game but it's not. now watch me walk away. ❜ ❛ i'm a love machine, i don't know when to stop. ❜ ❛ do you wanna make love to a sad old man? ❜ ❛ you can find me in the club, fucking it up. ❜ ❛ now i look so pretty, i'm a million bucks. ❜ ❛ if you see me cry, you better walk on by 'cause i don't wanna share the pain that's inside. ❜ ❛ five foot nine in my six inch boots. ❜ ❛ i'm an angry man but i'm a soft old sod. ❜ ❛ don't need a girlfriend or a stable job. i'll be sitting on the bog, just hobbing a wonk. ❜ ❛ no need to drive. i just drop to my hands and feet and scuttle like a beetle. ❜ ❛ listen up, pal. i could die right now. ❜ ❛ i'm gonna robot dance while i take my shirt off. ❜ ❛ one time for the ladies. one time for the men. one time for everyone in-between, yes, you gotta love them. ❜ ❛ raising a glass to the gays and bi's and the trans and the girls and the big bald men. ❜ ❛ you better not assume my pronouns, you ain't got a clue what i feel inside. ❜ ❛ you wanna come fuck me, then get in line. ❜ ❛ i'm a top shelf piece of ass, don't touch what you can't afford. ❜ ❛ sweet love is the destination. now come take a ride on the sexy train. ❜ ❛ let's paint pictures of aeroplanes. this one here is a cargo jet and i'm gonna call him "shadowbane". ❜ ❛ sometimes life is a massive bitch. ❜ ❛ i don't mean to be a dickhead. i wanna put a smile on your pretty face. ❜ ❛ i don't wanna be a part of the human race. ❜ ❛ if you really wanna we can do that too but i'd much rather just hold hands with you. ❜ ❛ 'cause i'm high, i wanna kiss your face. ❜ ❛ i've got a bag and it's full of things. one of those things is your favourite thing. ❜ ❛ am i just high? or am i dying, man? ❜ ❛ devil's at the door and i might fucking let him in. ❜ ❛ i don't give a fuck if you hate me. ❜ ❛ fuck this world of lies, i don't wanna be part of this no more. ❜ ❛ something in my soul doesn't sit right. ❜ ❛ the world is a cunt and we've been neglected. ❜ ❛ tell me that you love me but i know it's all lies. ❜ ❛ i'm a liability, won't you come and chill with me? ❜ ❛ i've got a whole lotta love to load but it's locked inside like a jar of jam. ❜ ❛ i promise that i'll try my best. ❜ ❛ you could never love me for me. i had to let you go. ❜ ❛ you need permission if you wanna touch me. ❜ ❛ look, baby, i'm the flavour of the month. ❜ ❛ your loving is a cliff, i don't wanna take a jump. ❜ ❛ leave me to my own doom. ❜

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moonlit-positivity · 4 months

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How to tolerate being alone with your thoughts

Step 1. That is not your voice. It is your abuser's.

Bring awareness to all the times you're abusing yourself in your head. Let's separate that voice from your own. Who told you all those harmful things about yourself? Who's voice is that? Let's call them out. Let's give recognition to the harmful things they said and did that made you feel this way about yourself. Do you feel like you're worthless? Like you're stupid or not good enough? Who told you that? Did your parents yell at you and expect you to be perfect all the time? Did an ex partner or ex friend or sibling in your life make you feel like you were never good enough, no matter what you said or did it just could never make them happy? Let's identify these thoughts as different from who you truly are, because these thoughts originated outside of you. How can someone else dictate the value of your soul? They dont. They don't deserve that space in your heart, and they definitely don't deserve that space in your mind either. They're wrong and they don't get to dictate or control you any longer. Your job in this step is to identify your abusers and let yourself grieve the pain they put you through, so you can release that control over your heart. You did not deserve to see that kind of pain in your life. Take your time, cry it out.

Step 2. Approach with care

"I acknowledge your presence and I am thankful you're here." Let's stop telling ourselves that our thoughts & feelings dont matter. They do. Let's stop telling ourselves that our thoughts are irrational and stupid. They're not. They are there for a reason and you'll feel so much better if you can practice the art of allowing them in for a cup of tea.

Step 3. Validate

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Even your worst thoughts need a friend. You've been through too much to be so hard on yourself. Let's find ways to be a little more kinder and compassionate in this step. Normalize your feelings and remember that mistakes do not define who you truly are. Can you take a moment to sit with this hard and uncomfortable moment? Notice what gets in the way. Do you need to go back to step 1? Hmmmmmm?? (I bet you dooooo 🎶)

Step 4. Know when to validate and know when to soothe

Sometimes we require a little more ✨finesse✨ to sit well with our thoughts. In moments of extremely hard and cruel memories resurfacing, or thoughts & urges of unaliving and self harming, a little bit more softness & connection with others might be needed in these moments. Reach for your comforts, your teddy bears, your video games, your friends, safe spaces for you to talk and share, cry, journal, vent, sleep it out. Reach for your coping skills, urge surfing, riding out the emotional wave, using mnemonics to stop the racing thoughts (sing the ABC song fast on loop over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over) etc. Know when it's time to get out of your head with a teddy bear to the face.

Step 5. Honor your body's reactions

Somatics is the practice of body awareness. Notice where your thoughts and feelings pop up in your body. Is your chest tight? Is your head pounding? Do you feel weak? Is your stomach sick? Give awareness to the sensations in your body. Take a deep breath, roll your neck, unclench your jaw, roll your shoulders, stomp your feet, hold yourself in a hug, and breathe.

Step 6. Acknowledge the pain

Where did this thought & feeling come from? What deep dark cruelty did you endure? Can you find a safe place to talk about it out loud? Give it space, make it real. Your head will stop exploding if you can get it out. And stop judging yourself for needing to vent and cry. Cry!!!! Itll help!!!

Step 7. Honor your boundaries

How do you know when you need space from others? Well, you gotta listen to yourself say it first. Do you have that kind of space in your mind where you can acknowledge all the things that make you ick? Let's cultivate that space for you. It is absolutely 100% necessary and needed for you to acknowledge the thoughts and situations and people that make you feel 🤢. Point it out. Give yourself space to practice all these new ideologies and coping skills. Find friends and spaces that encourage you to share.

Step 8. Write your own affirmations

What are the things you really need to hear right now? Imagine a friend sitting in front of you, venting about the things you're going through. What do you say to them? Now say it back to yourself. You do have a voice my friend, and it is such a lovely voice. Let's get you to use it more often.

Step 9. Give yourself some ✨inspiration✨

Follow your favorite self help blogs. Find places that spread awareness and positivity for mental health & healing. MegJosephson on IG and AttachmentNerd on IG are two of my absolute favorite examples. Find sources of light that help cultivate the mindset you want to embody. Put that healing light in your face.

Step 10. You don't gotta be perfect, you just gotta show up

Keep trying. Over and over. Take it step by step. Baby steps. One millisecond at a time. Just keep. showing. up. That's all you gotta do. Show up & take breaks. You got this 🎉

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could I please get a match up?? 💗

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?

Wanderlust by Eloise and my favorite line is “How I’m with you is beyond me” bc I just feel really lucky to be with my partner

What is your Enneagram type?

Peacemaker

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

I don’t really watch essays, but I like cake-decorating tutorials and I watch them a lot

Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend.

I didn’t really have an imaginary friend, but I used to dress my poor baby kitten up in doll clothes and make him sit through tea parties

What is your go-to way to fall asleep?

I read and journal for a little bit and then put on my sleep sound machine

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?)

I would want something really unique and go with no last name. Just Echevaria

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why?

I think Caelum is really cute and there is more to him than anyone realizes. I miss him 🥺

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)

David. I do understand why people like him, but he’s just too much for me. I think if someone talked to me like that I would cry.

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.

I can recite Goodnight Moon from memory. I did a lot of babysitting.

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?

Lasko and I have a lot in common

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it?

Baking again. Especially weird combinations. I hardly ever make up my own recipes but when I do it’s because I’m not all there

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why?

Redacted is my guilty pleasure omg if anyone knew…

Ahh, a fellow Type Nine baker who relates to Lasko, my kinfolk. This may be a little biased then, but hand to heart, it’s gotta be Huxley for you.

Peacemakers tend to be diplomatic and thoughtful- sometimes to a fault, putting the needs of others ahead of their own. Huxley is a good match for you because he would never let that go too far, the king of taking care of his loved ones and being their rock. I also like that, if you don’t like kids, you’re definitely good with kids, and Huxley would love that in a partner and would just melt if he saw you reciting Goodnight Moon to a child from memory.

Huxley would be such a sweet partner to a baker. He raves about absolutely everything you make, calms you down when something goes awry as they inevitably do, goes out to the store when you had way less sugar than you thought you did, just an absolute treasure. Huxley constantly shares the leftovers with the DAMN-ily and his team, raving about you and your skills whenever he can. Also, he loves the story about the time you dressed your cat up for a tea party. As someone who definitely had a loving childhood with his moms, he’d love to hear about similar stories from yours and sharing his, revealing the parts of each other that existed before you two met, you know?

Song:

Such a cozy room, the windows are illuminated/ By the evening sunshine through them/ Fiery gems for you, only for you/ Our house, is a very, very, very fine house/ With two cats in the yard/ Life used to be so hard/ Now everything is easy 'cause of you

I love the idea that Huxley listens to old-school music- like, that’s what his moms played while he was growing up, so that’s what he listens to. I also love this song’s vibes for you, because it’s so cozy, warm, and happy, perfect for the two of you hanging out, resting on the couch, and waiting for bread to proof.

Runner-ups:

Geordi is a runner-up because I also think of him as a baker (a la @romirola and her gorgeous fics), and who doesn’t love a team and power couple? Anton is a cute runner-up because I think he sucks at baking, which makes no sense, but he does, which makes him love and admire your skill all the more.

note: thank you for your entry, I hope you like it!

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

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