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buggyswritingcorner · 2 years

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I vow myself to you

Tropes: childhood friends to lovers, rebellious princess, dragonrider!reader, secret love, star-crossed lovers, impossible love, dragonriding, stargazing, age gap(2 years)

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Rhaenyra had just reached the age of six and ten. The princess was as radiant as ever, truly the Realm’s delight she was. Having been made heir just 2 years prior, her schedule has since filled up with pointless formalities such as picking The Lord Commander of Kingsguard, very quickly settling on Ser Criston Cole, the only one with sufficient experience. With her best friend-turned-mother persevering to remain on polite terms with Rhaenyra, inviting her to the occasional tea after supper, the girl had been easy to irritate ever since the royal wedding.

Thankfully Rhaenyra had one person she could still trust, confide and believe in wholeheartedly. The only person who could cease her exploding on the poor handmaidens with her steaming anger. You - the offspring of the Grand Maester Mellos who sits at the small council’s table. He is considered to be the most learned person in all of King’s Landing. Not the most learned father but that is to be expected of someone so busy with their constant studies.

It’s the evening of Princess Rhaenyra’s birth celebration and you’re sat at the table next to your mother and the other court ladies chattering about the latest gossip of the halls of the Red Keep. You however could not be any less interested about the pointless babbling of the older Ladies. Your eyes instead steadily returning to lock with Rhaenyra’s everytime no treatcherous question such as „When is the young Lady planning to marry she has been of age for quite some time no?“ is directed at you. Rhaenyra picks up her cup and takes several greedy gulps of the blood red liquid.

King Viseris has prepared a truly collosal ball for his only daughter and heir. The heir though seems not much indulged in the loud music and echoing of footsteps in steady rhythm across the marble floor. Her own eyes staying glued onto yours.

Suddenly like a match being lit an idea burns in your mind. Your eyes once again lock onto Rhaenyra’s and this time you smile and tick your head almost unnoticably torwards the door in a quiet motion. She understands immeadiately and stands excusing herself to the father and step-mother.

Slowly she makes her way down the stairs leading away from the platform the Royal table sits upon. Slithering through the crowd doing her best to avoid any suitors looking for a way to insure impressing the princess by their pathetic attempts at dancing.

You scoff at the many men she refuses politely and stand at last, making your way torwards Rhaenyra who is now further than halfway across the ballroom, meeting at the heavy double iron doors at the very front of the room.

“Leaving your own birthday celebration Your Grace?“ you inquired with a smile to be heard in your voice.

Continuing her walk briskly as to get as far away from the booming sound of laughter and conversation in the ballroom she turned her head to stare at you with an amused grin.

“How could I my Lady when it is so grand,“ her steps echoed through the near empty halls safe for the few guards “though I fear I am short of breath my Lady, it is rather stuffy even in a room so big.“ She subtly boasted her wealth reminding me of our long time private jest. “Do you mind to walk with me around the gardens for but a few moments?“

Really, it wasn’t much of a question. And you both knew it would be much longer than a few moments.

You continued on until you reached the perfectly groomed gardens. Some of the trees‘ crowns were so thick none of the overlooking windows could see what was going on beneath them. Thus Rhaenyra dropped the act of perfect heiress and linked her arm around yours.

“What do you say we leave?“ she looked up into your eyes with the shine of jewels most beautiful. “Right now? Let us climb on Syrax and fly into the dark blue up above.“ Clinging onto your arm tighter in a silent plea for escape from her princely duties for the night.

“They will get suspicious and look for you my princess.“ Your much calmer and careful demeanor had you looking back making sure nobody was following you and your reckless beauty.

When you looked back her eyes glimmered with pearly tears threatening to spill from her lavender eyes. Rolling your eyes you carried on walking, dragging Rhaenyra along when she slowed her step.

Suddenly with unexpected strength she tugged on your arm succesfully stopping you from advancing forward.

“How come that doesn’t work on you anymore?“ she inquired with an annoyed expression.

“My sweet Daffodil if you wish for your methods to work on such a bright mind you must stop using them every five hours.“ Reminding her of that day’s morning when she had tried to play on your emotions just the same. Smirking you stood infront of her, one last time checking behind her and then finally reaching out your hand to gently wipe her eyes. “You should play at the theatre my love, never in my life have I seen someone feign melancholy oh so well.“

Once again she bared her pearly teeth in a grinny smile, her cheeks flushing a shade of pink resembling that of a blooming rose.

Her hand then reached up to yours, smaller and warmer than your own. “You have seen nothing my sun.“

She called you that sometimes, only in private did you ever get to hear her voice singing the nickname.

And in that moment of pure bliss you couldn’t resist her former proposition and shook your head at her silly ideas.

“Fine then Rhaenyra, if you wish it, so be it.“

Her eyes sparkled like two big bright Amethysts then. Flickering across your face in complete ardor.

She nodded exitedly and tightened her grasp on your hand succesfully pulling you torwards the dragonpit.

Once there she commanded the guards to secrecy so none would tell what they saw unless asked by the King or Queen. Then the dragoncarers led out Syrax. Her scales glimmered under the moonlight like coins and jewels. First you helped Rhaenyra climb the beast with your hand as support, then got on yourself.

Not much later after you were sitting comfortably on Syrax, Rhaenyra nestled into your chest sitting in front of you. The blueness around you stretched where the eye could see. The lights of King’s Landing disappearing further and further into the night.

“My father has been speaking of marrige.“ She speaks almost too softly for you to hear, as if not wanting you to hear at all. Rhaenyra turns her head to stare at the side of your face.

Your hands fidget at her waist, petting the sturdy fabric of her coat. Your own hands obscured by the thick fabric of your gloves. Staring into the ocean of stars above you murmur a sentence. “You will have many suitos to choose from I am sure.“ Pulling your lips in discomfort at the thought.

“If.. I get to choose“ Rhaenyra’s eyes sharpen still locked onto your face, lips pursing in displeasure.

“Nyra…“ You sigh heavily finally lowering you head to look her in the eyes. “It is inevitable we both know it. I only hope you will choose a good husband.“ Now your eyes glisten with tears, you quickly force them to retreat not willing to show just how heart-tearing this revelation is.

You have enjoyed spending all of your childhood with Rhaenyra, she was your closest friend and confider. And when your lips first laid upon in each other veiled by the darkness of a night just like this one you knew you had found your one and only.

There would be none other for you. Ever.

Glancing back at Rhaenyra’s face that was now severly blushed you realized your use of nickname. A smile threatened to make it’s way onto your lips.

“I want to marry you.“ Rhaenyra declared in a steady breath. Ensured of her feelings. Yet her eyes filled with droplets. “I want to marry you in proper tradition, I want to make you mine on our first night as wedded.“ A shaky breath was to be heard. “It is so unfair.“ This time she let her tears spill with sorrow. Mourning a union that never was and could never be.

“I will always be by your side my heart,“ you grabbed her round cheek that was still filled with radiant youth, untouched by the cruelty of time. “I vow myself to you under the gaze of this very moon, that I will never leave you. Even once my heart ceases beating.“

Leaning in slowly giving her time to turn away had she wanted to, you pressed your lips onto her tear stained ones. Her hands reached into your hair that was tangled by the wind, shuddering in your embrace.

She realized she’d never be alone and that was enough.

#rhaenyra targaryen #princess rhaenyra #rhaenyra x reader #house of the dragon #viserys targaryen #oneshot #x reader #female reader

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cat3ch1sm · 2 years

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This is my first request but could you do the wammy boys reaction to the reader giving them a spa day? (Like with skin care masks, hair masks, nail painting, the whole 9-yards :33)

🐢| order up! enjoy<33 this will be a mix of headcanons plus scenarios!!

mello

❀ spa day? what's that? this man hasn't taken a deep breath since 1876

❀ mello is usually fine with the absurd things you suggest to do when you're bored- but what? having someone personally pamper him? someone actually showing him that they care about him and his wellbeing? the fuck?

he's just really confused as to why you want to give him a spa day

he's gonna act all tough and defensive when you suggest it as if he's too hardcore for a spa day, but really, he's kinda into the idea

"Please, Mello? Just this once." "Fine- if you insist."

hair masks

"What is this shit even supposed to be?" Mello glanced from the open container of moisturizer to you, his expression disdainful as he peered into the jar.

You smiled cheerfully, paying no mind to Mello's attitude- after all, he'd agreed to this in the first place. "It's a hair mask! It really helps with dry or damaged hair, and I know you really haven't taken care of your hair like you should be..."

Mello scoffed, but didn't deny this. "I don't have time."

"Okay, Mello," you chuckled, slightly exasperated as you moved towards him. "Here, I'll help you put yours in."

face masks

"And now my hair feels disgusting. Happy?"

"As a matter of fact, I am," you replied brightly before clapping your hands together. "Next, we're gonna do face masks!"

Mello automatically recoiled, his face repulsed. "Huh? We have to put this stuff on our faces?"

"What- no, of course not. Face masks are different from hair masks," you explained, tearing open two thin bags each containing a sage green face mask. To show Mello, you took one out and held it in front of your face, making sure your features aligned with the holes in the mask. "See?"

"That looks terrifying as hell."

You couldn't help but laugh as you set the mask back down on the bag. "Think so? Wait till we get to put cucumbers over our eyes."

"Wait- the fuck?"

nail painting- manicure+pedicure

"You're really pushing your luck here, Y/N."

"Hey- you agreed to this! You gotta go the whole way now."

Mello let out a melodramatic groan, but you could tell he wasn't really annoyed. "Black. I'm getting black."

"Mello. You wear the same chipped polish every day. It's time for an upgrade, dude." You stepped aside from the table behind you to display the numerous bottles of nail polish you'd laid out. "Choose whatever colors you want- one for fingernails and one for toenails. And you can't choose black."

"We're doing both?"

"Pick two colors!"

"What- fine."

massage

"Are you trying to make this weird?"

Undeterred, you shot a wide smile Mello's way, and slightly flustered, he dropped his sullen gaze to the ground. "Not at all. I'm only doing this because you haven't relaxed since the day you were born, so..."

Mello, whom you had forced into a chair, looked up abruptly, no doubt preparing to protest- but realizing you were probably right, he folded his arms across his chest. "Whatever. Do what you want."

"Thank you." You leaned over to kiss him quickly on the nose, to which he turned his eyes to the sky, avoiding your gaze.

༊* he ends up enjoying the massage way more than he expected himself to, although he absolutely won't admit it. well, you can tell anyway.

steamy shower

"You haven't said anything snarky yet," you informed Mello, a brow raised. "Have I broken you already?"

You had already started a hot shower, waiting for it to steam up a little more before it was ready.

"Don't be dumb. I'm wondering if this will be the only thing I can actually get into in this so-called 'spa day.'"

"Hm? What makes this less miserable?" you queried curiously.

"I get to see you naked."

"Oh- Jesus." Now it was your turn to stare at the ground, face hot as you began heading to the shower, Mello beside you.

matt

༊* matt is totally down. tbh go mf crazy

hair masks

"So how do you put this stuff on?" Matt asked, popping the container open and sticking a finger into the moisturizer. "You just drench your hair in this stuff?"

"Well, there's a specific way you have to apply it so you get full coverage," you explained. "Here, let me- Matt?"

You hadn't even begun your explanation before Matt had already turned the whole thing over on his head, tapping the bottom of the container to get all of the product out. Unfazed by the stuff dripping from his hair and sliding down his cheeks, he promptly looked back at you expectantly. "What's next?"

face masks

Finally, you'd managed to clean most of the hair mask from Matt's face- although there was still glossy residue on his clothes, and his hair was full of product. With an exasperated shake of your head, you set down the damp rag you'd been using and picked up a face mask.

"That looks a little freaky," Matt remarked, an eyebrow raised at the mask you held over your face.

"Clear skin doesn't," you replied nonchalantly, placing it on your skin and moving to get Matt's face mask. Matt, in the meantime, peered into the bowl of dewy cucumbers with an odd look. "What are these for? Do we eat them?"

You spun around instantly. "Matt, no-"

Too late- your boyfriend had already decided to munch on the green vegetable slices, popping at least three into his mouth and frowning slightly. "These taste weird as hell."

"I- good grief, Matt, you weren't supposed to eat them!"

"Really? Wow." Matt sent you an innocently bright smile, cucumbers sitting in front of his teeth. "My bad."

Regardless of Matt's antics, you couldn't help but smile.

nails- manicure+pedicure

"I can totally do my own nails, you know."

"Yeah, well, after that hair mask stunt, I don't trust you around this stuff," you retorted, setting down the barrage of nail polish bottles you had. "Choose two colors- one for your fingers and one for your feet."

"Why don't I just get a different color for every nail?" Matt asked flippantly, bent over to observe the nail colors you'd laid out.

"Because you have too many digits for that. Now choose or I'm choosing for you," you answered, giving Matt a pointed look.

Now Matt grinned in amusement. "Ha! There are easily thirty different colors here. You just don't have the patience." Casually, he danced over to the still present bowl of cucumbers and popped one into his mouth.

You shrugged before laughing out loud. "You aren't wrong."

massage

"Why do I need a massage?"

"Because you hang around Mello twenty-seven hours a day."

Matt gave you an amused look. "What does my hanging out with Mello have to do with me needing a massage? And also, there aren't that many hours in a day. Just saying."

"I know that, genius. What I mean is, Mello is the most uptight person I know, and I'm sure it's not doing you any favors. Now sit on the chair." You indicated a wooden chair in the center of the room.

Matt raised a brow at it skeptically before glancing back at you oddly. "This is supposed to be a massage chair?"

"Well, I really can't go out and buy a big fancy recliner when we're in hiding because the goddamn police are looking for you," you replied with a dramatic eye roll.

"You know, I figured I wouldn't be able to relax with a massage from you anyway, but you're really making it worse."

"I'm still better than Mello."

"Are you?"

shower

"So now you're saying I stink?"

"Matt!"

"Kidding. Come on, let's get in."

"So you're automatically assuming we're showering together?"

"You don't have a choice, babe."

near

༊* he's wondering why you came up with the idea, but after some convincing, he agrees to it if it will please you. but be aware that this man has no idea what self-care is😭😭 the almighty near has no damn clue how to brush his hair properly

hair masks

"Uh- I'm not sure I know what exactly a hair mask is," Near informed you, eyeing the jars of scented hair product somewhat cautiously. "Will it have any detrimental effects on my hair after I use it that I need to know about?"

"Uh-" Quickly, you snatched up one of the jars and skimmed over the words on the label before putting it down and smiling brightly. "Nope! All good. Also, I had to buy a million of these because your hair is insane and I really doubt you take care of it like you should. You're welcome."

"Thanks?" Near picked up a strand of white hair and twirled it in between his fingertips before glancing up to watch you open one jar. "Do you just... put it in your hair?"

"Pretty much."

Near paused and stared at the jars for a second before looking back up at you expectantly. Feeling his eyes on you, you looked back up at him questioningly.

"Do... you need me to show you?"

"That would be nice."

face masks

"Huh- my hair feels... moist."

You had to fight the urge to laugh at how clueless your boyfriend was when it came to these matters. "That's what's supposed to happen- see? No side effects."

"Alright. What will we do now?"

"Face masks!" you announced excitedly, laying out the supplies. Near glanced down at them with a furrowed brow.

"I believe I've seen these before... I may know how to apply one if I can remember correctly." Tentatively, Near took one in between his index finger and thumb and promptly plastered it on his face, looking at you expectantly. "Is this right?"

You blinked a couple of times before smiling slightly. "Uh- yeah. But don't forget the cucumbers!"

"To... eat?"

"Nope! You put them over your eyes to get rid of eyebags."

"Eyebags? I am only nineteen- I don't think those are an issue yet-"

"Yeah? When was the last time you slept more than two hours at night?"

"I get plenty of sleep," Near retorted defensively. "Just last night I was able to-" Suddenly, he cut himself off, mind blanking as he tried to recall a night where he'd gotten an adequate amount of sleep.

You raised a brow at Near pointedly. "Case and point."

nails- manicure+pedicure

༊* i think near would rather paint a mural or something on the floor instead of doing his nails- but tbh he doesn't care, let him go crazy

You sat on the ground in front of Near, observing his activity with a puzzled look on your face. "I'm a little surprised you decided to paint the ground instead of your nails, but whatever makes you happy." You tilted your head at the art made of several glittery polishes and smelling strongly of chemicals. "What are you making, anyway?"

Near didn't answer, dabbing a few more drops of metallic silver onto the floor before scooting back and observing his drawing.

"Look- I made Ryuk."

༊* pls tell him it looks nice no matter how it may actually look because pls

massage

༊* near does not want the massage. he wants to keep painting. he also starts stacking the empty nail polish bottles on top of each other. u must play with him

steamy shower

"Hot showers make my hair frizzy."

"Yes, Near, but you need to exfoliate, so you don't have any choice."

"I have never exfoliated before. I don't see any reason why I should begin now."

"Near, you already agreed to the spa day- you gotta go all in now."

ryuzaki

༊* it takes a lot of pleading and cake but you finally get l to agree to your spa day. except now you owe him like five slices of cake. fun.

༊* so uh yeah buckle up bc this man has never breathed in the same room as a shower

a/n- anyways purely headcanons here because this post is hella long n im tired

hair masks

༊* will probably take the whole container and dump it on his head

༊* he will proceed to accidentally gel his hair into a bunch of naruto-looking hairstyles and wonder why you're falling tf out in the back

༊* then l realizes his hair looks weird asf, get irritated by you laughing at him, and then go to you and turn a whole different container over your head because he's childish and petty. have fun cleaning the stuff off your face and shirt

face masks

༊* -puts face mask over self- "Boo."

༊* bro has no clue how to take care of himself. at all. mentally or physically. he's worse than every other wammy boy combined. it's rare he even bathes properly, let alone does a whole spa day routine

༊* once you say the cucumbers are supposed to get rid of eyebags/dark circles, he flat out refuses to put them on his face

༊* "Ryuzaki. You're telling me you don't see why you need to put the cucumbers over your eyes?"

"No. I think my dark circles give me character."

༊* eh, well, he isn't wrong.

nails- manicure+pedicure

༊* honestly L kinda likes the idea of having his nails done. he is not at all concerned with the feminine factor he just thinks it looks nice

༊* he sits all quiet and still while you paint his nails with dark blue or black. finally his frog position works out to your advantage because his toes and fingernails are displayed

༊* does everything in his power not to smear the polish once you're done. he will also not remove it willingly for several weeks afterward

massage

༊* l is the one giving you a massage despite your efforts to convince him to let it be the other way around. ur not complaining tho

༊* at first you hear bones cracking and get anxious but it turns out it's pretty refreshing

༊* 10/10 massager. would hire at a salon

steamy shower

༊* mans has never walked into a shower in his life. he has basically always used that weird washing machine thing

༊* he also keeps the water absolutely freezing and therefore is not at all open to getting in a hot shower. he is also dramatic as all hell about it and is stressing u tf out

༊* "Do you want me to boil alive?"

"Good question."

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neallo · 11 months

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(girl who was supposed to write 3k of vaguely serious pining tonight, or at least some weird smut) so about the furby au...

uhhh okay im gonna TRY to come up with some additional thoughts since i am going to the trouble of making this post. i guess one question is— does mello RESPOND to the emails??? probably. he loves to be mad about stuff and he hates not being heard when he's mad about stuff. so like. initially he's just replying to the emails from matt with “i hate that stupid fucking furby” and “how much money do i have to give you to set it on fire, or at least stop emailing me” but when matt points out that mello could just auto sort the emails to spam mello pretends as if he doesn't see that one. eventually, as mello's responses become marginally less hostile, matt is like 😌 it's time to up the ante. and begins including his Fun Near Facts. these include but are not limited to:

- he took college level differential equations when he was 14! 🤓 (mello response: okay, so he's a loser??)

- he's not a loser he's REALLY cool (note: matt loves to lie. or he actually has an unrealistically kind view of near's swag levels) (mello does not dignify this with a reply)

- he loves talking about math! don't worry though it's really easy to tune it out and he doesn't really care if you're not listening (mello response: i don't know why i would need to know that.)

- one time he saved me from drowning 😳 (note: matt also loves to embellish. near “saved him from drowning” by telling matt to not try his luck at jumping over a river, which wasn't actually even deep enough for him to drown in)

uuhhhhh okay running out of matt's fun facts about near BUT. the point is that he is wingmanning so hard. i guess another question is whether or not near picks up on the fact that matt is regularly taking candid photos of him? my thought is no. i could see near being sort of a space cadet in this respect tbh; if he's absorbed enough in something he tunes everything else out)

hmm. genuinely running out of steam so lemme just jot down a few more ideas and then someday maybe i will add more when more comes to me.

- near: lives in... actually, fuck it, NOT new york. he and matt room together in minneapolis. near is in a PhD program for math— either complex analysis or topography. idk. something. matt is a programmer of some kind bc i am not creative.

- mello: i think i already said but he lives in LA, works for the mob. probably isn't really that Into It but he got in when he was pretty young and it's not like he has a lot of other options at this point? i imagine it isn't something he spends a lot of time angsting over but he's probably kinda unfulfilled.

OH okay sorry i got an idea. these stupid emails from matt go on for a few months, with mello gradually responding in very slightly less mean ways & occasionally asking questions,,, and then one day the Daily Near Email comes through and it's a picture of near somewhere in LA. probably griffith's observatory actually. and matt (knowing full well from mello's social media that he lives in Los Angeles) captions the image something like “where did you say you lived again??? 🤔”

okay now i'm REALLY out of ideas. not sure how the fact that mello has barely Actually spoken to near would be resolved!! thanks for listening to the Morgan Being Deranged podcast, tune in next time for another incredibly niche stupid idea 🥰

#meronia #neallopost #my writing

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totallynotthedarkreunion · 7 months

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Death Note in a Marching Band‼️

Ik I already did death note and instruments but THIS IS DIFFERENT. I present this to you in honor of football season

Light - insists on being first trumpet. Probably joined later and then quit after two years to pursue murder law school. Literally a marching beast but probably runs out of steam a bit faster than others bc he doesn't really do lengthy periods of physical activity

L - I want to make him sousaphone bc he's already got back issues and it can't get any worse, but he'd probably suck at marching. Maybe he'd be a good drum major after playing mallets the first couple years. When he played mallets he'd definitely flex by holding four at once, even if he didn't need all of them

Near - tambourine or triangle. The essentials

Misa - color guard!!! She prefers swing flags over any other equipment, and loves the outfits. Takada tried to get her to play flute so she could show she's better than Misa but Misa thinks the regular band uniforms are ugly af.

Takada - flute. Idrk why

Mello - the most aggressive snare of all time. He played bass drum first and then switched to snare. He likes quints too but snare is probably his favorite because hitty thingy make loud noise hurt ears. He's got the best posture in the entirety of the band too, but he likes to speed up, which can be annoying when he's the one ticking while the band marks time.

Matt: also pit because he didn't feel like marching but still joined because Mello. Probably switches between concert bass drum, gong, and timpanis when necessary.

Mikami: clarinet (I am totally not biased). Also assistant drum major, but he's a lot stiffer than the aforementioned drum major.

I'm so sorry for leaving out the entire sax and low brass family but idk who would play that. I love you all I swear

#death note #dn #light yagami #mihael keehl #nate river #l lawliet #mello #teru mikami #kiyomi takada #marching band brainrot

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allthebrazilianpolitics · 4 months

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The pandemic sent hunger soaring in Brazil. They're fighting back with school lunches.

The kindergarteners sing at the top of their lungs as they hop and skip their way around the corner and into the small cafeteria at São Paulo's Professor Lourdes Heredia Mello Municipal School.

"Twenty-four, 25, 26!" they shout, counting the number of steps they take before lining up single-file to serve themselves lunch at the buffet-style steam table that, just like the tables and chairs where they sit to eat, is kid-sized.

As he waits his turn, Davi Lucas fidgets with his hands and strains his neck to see the sample plate of food on a side table and another dish of vegetables showing them what's been used to make their meal.

On today's menu is one of the 6-year-old's favorites — pasta with fresh tomato sauce. There's also tuna with vegetables and a kale salad, two things he wouldn't have touched before trying them at school.

He scoops a generous portion of pasta onto his clear glass plate — no plastic or disposable items are used here — and a small spoonful each of tuna and salad.

A knife and fork in hand, he chooses a seat next to his friends at one of the three long tables. When they finish eating, gabbing about who cleared their plates and using napkins to wipe their tomato-stained mouths, they place their dishes in a large bin for washing and take a bowl of fruit salad before heading toward small outdoor tables. Rosemary, basil and mint planted in terracotta pots sit at their center.

While they finish their dessert, another classroom of kindergarteners files into the cafeteria, ready to repeat the same routine.

At Professor Lourdes Heredia Mello Municipal School, like all public schools in Brazil, children are provided meals for free. It's a government program for which the South American country has been widely lauded, feeding more than 40 million students, from daycare through high school, across 5,570 municipalities. The program has become a pillar of post-COVID efforts to keep kids fed and in school. It also provides economic opportunities for farmers and employment for some parents — benefits that officials hope will grow in coming years.

#brazil #brazilian politics #politics #education #economy #mod nise da silveira #image description in alt

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wammyhoe · 1 year

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Happy birthday, Mello

Summary: Baking a cake as birthday present for Mello sounded like an easy task. After you sent him (much against his will) to find some inexistent products at your local store, you find out there are more than a milion ways this could go wrong.

A/N: Comedy / romance / female!reader / established relationship /

You snuggled closer to Mello. He brushed his lips on your hair. His voice was peaceful as he read to you. You caressed his chest idly, enjoying the faint, relaxed smile on his face.

The snow tapping your window eased you as much as the softwood cracks at the room's fireplace. There was just a tiny problem: you craved more hot chocolate. You motioned up, but Mello held you tighter in response.

“Where are you going?”

“I'm out of chocolate, I’m getting a little more. You want some too?”

Mello hummed. “Yeah, but I’ll go.”

You turned, smiling teasingly. “Ooh, feeling a little attentive today, huh?”

Mello gives out a small laugh. “You think that’s what it is? I just want my chocolate to be drinkable. You always make it too hot,” he retorted with the same playful teasing tone.

You watched him as he left, which later led your eyes to the wall calendar. His birthday was three days away. You gasped at the sudden realization that you haven't prepared anything yet.

It wasn’t difficult to pick something for Mello. You knew him better than anyone. You had been dating since the dreadful Kira days, and you've been through thick and thin together. This year, however, you want to gift him something different. Something meaningful. Special.

The wooden floor cracked again when Mello came back with two steaming cups. He carefully gave one to you and placed the other on the nearby table.

“Now, where were we?” he asked once you were leaning comfortably on him, his chin brushed on your head as he spoke.

"What bloody man is that?" you answered trying to act the part, which earned you a soft laugh.

“Oh, that’s right. What bloody man is that?...” he continued. Yet, this time you stopped listening.

This year's gift needed to communicate how important he was to you. Perhaps, you could make something for him. Yes! That was it! A handmade gift would do!

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After a day –and several hours of youtube videos and wandering Pinterest–you decided that baking him a cake was the top option. It was thoughtful and romantic, and you could add that skincare complete-set he was looking at in the store the other day.

Now the hard part of this would be how to take Mello out of the house for almost half a day so you could not only bake and decorate a two-floored goddamn cake but wrap the gift and buy other stuff you might need.

It then occurred to you that sending him to buy something that he couldn't find would do just nicely. That night at dinner, you let out the bomb.

December 12th, 6:45 pm, at your shared home.

“Babe,” you called.

Mello raised his gaze from his pasta dish as he kept rolling it with the fork.

“Could you get something for me after dinner?”

“What do you need?”

“Just some feminine stuff,” you said. Could someone like Mello fall into this trap? Oh, maybe you were a bit foolish.

He quirked a brow. “Pads?” Mello guessed. You shock your head.

“No. It’s the hmm… the new… rose coochie douche.”

You have to bite your tongue so as not to laugh at his face. Your boyfriend stares at you for a flat second before placing the fork down.

“What the fuck is that?”

“It’s a new special soap for the genital area!”

“Is it different from the one you already have?" He asked with a sceptical look.

"Yes."

"How is it different?"

Oh no, he wasn’t buying it.

“D-Do you want the explanation now that we’re eating?!”

“I’m pretty hard to gross out.”

True, he did behead someone once.

“God, Mello! It's just a bar of soap! come on please, I’m about to be on my days and it'd be nice to have it. Is supposed to help with chafing,” you said the last part as if it embarrassed you.

He sighed, staring dead into your eyes with a look you only saw him use when trying to deduce something back in his mafia boss days, and you gave him your best puppy eyes in response.

“Fine. But I swear to god if you’re sending me looking for something that doesn’t exist…”

“No, I promise! I know it has a weird name but it’s real. They only sell it at the Walmart by the old green tavern.”

“Across the city?!” he hushed-screamed, his expression falling over in shock.

“Yes,” your voice came out shaky and little, maybe with a hint of questioning tone.

Mello took a deep breath, brushing his hair with one hand, pushing the bangs out of his forehead in that way you found adorable.

“And you need it to deal with chafing,” Mello said, maybe reasoning out loud he wasn't that much of a dick so as not to help you with that.

“Yes.”

A fraction of a second –that felt like two eternities– passed before he reluctantly indulged you.

“Fine.”

December 12th, 10:45 pm, at your shared home.

Mello left several hours ago and hadn’t come back yet. You’d be worried if he wasn’t who he was, and if you weren’t dealing with a whole fucking two-floored velvet cake on your own.

Overall, things weren’t going too badly. You bought the base (a black plate with a stick of the same colour to stabilize the cake) and made the topping which was saved in the freezer.

The only thing left was preparing the mix. After baking it, you could add the topping, decorate it, and you'd still have enough time to hide it in the fridge for tomorrow.

December 12th, 10:45 pm, at Walmart.

“I’m sorry sir, could you repeat once again what is it that you’re looking for?”

Mello was trying, trying with all his might not to murder someone right there and then. He gritted his teeth.

“Rose coochie douche. It’s supposed to be a new soap for intimate female care.”

Both cashiers exchanged a look, their mouths folded in an attempt to hold the laughter. Mello sighed, defeated and fed up.

“It doesn’t exist, does it?” One of them just couldn’t hold it any longer and slapped her hand over her mouth after she snorted.

“Sir, I wouldn't know… but if it does exist we don’t sell it here.” the other said forcing down a smile, her cheekbones turning pink.

Unbelievable. He had been stocked in the traffic for hours only to have two strangers mock him at fucking Walmart because you sent him on a prank trip.

“Never mind.” Mello spat under his breath.

He adjusted his jacket's neck when he stepped outside. As he walked to his car, he pulled out his phone pondering whether or not to call you. He stared at the screen for a few seconds before deciding he wasn't giving you the satisfaction.

A boy in a motorbike honked, startling him. Mello jumped off of the parking spot, remembering he still hadn't bought the tires to fix his own. The store was a few blocks ahead. It was open twenty-four-seven.

Mello glanced at his phone once more. It was late, but if got them now, he wouldn’t have anything to do tomorrow, therefore, he’d be able to spend his whole birthday at home.

His birthday.

Ever since he was a kid those things seemed stupid. Why bother celebrating something so useless? it wasn’t like anyone cared anyway. Those sorts of things, the ones related to family and cheering someone for existing were matters he found troublesome to process, as he was convinced his life wasn't worth celebrating.

Luckily for him, he found you, and even if he still wasn’t fully convinced his existence was worth as much as you claimed, Mello sure didn’t consider celebrating his birthday useless anymore.

Before he could stop himself, he was dumbly smiling at the memory of how you practically forced a few mafia junks to sing happy birthday to him that one time.

Fuck.

He couldn’t stay mad at you, could he?

December 12th, 11:30 pm, at your shared home.

The fucking cake wasn’t puffing. The mix was still flat and bubbling, but it had been almost an hour in the oven! something must be wrong, but you couldn’t tell what. You followed the recipe step by step. Maybe you poured in too much red colourant? Oh God, if Mello arrived before you finished, how were you gonna explain this?

Wait! maybe if you increased the power of the oven, the mixture would bake faster!

December 12th, 11:52 pm, at your shared home.

As soon as Mello opened the door, the smell of burnt and smoke hit his nose, triggering an alarm signal in his brain that became raw panic when he heard you screaming.

Mello darted like a shot arrow towards the living room. He grabbed the emergency extinguisher before running to the kitchen, firing it as soon as he saw the flames coming out of the oven before you.

You gasped when the cold hit your side. The next thing you heard was the empty hit of metal on the floor. Mello pulled you to him.

“Hey, look at me!" he demanded, shaking you a bit. Your eyes were stuck on the over. Mello forced you to face him. "Look at me! Are you okay?!”

Mello was frantically pulling you close to him, his hands wandering your face, neck and arms as he searched for any wound. The pain of your skin being calcined was one of the things he would never want you to experience.

“I’m okay,” you said between coughs, as you reached for the window, tearing it open.

“What the hell were you doing?!” Mello shrieked, worry staining his voice.

Now that the smoke was gone, you could see the remains of burned cake covered with foam. You felt like crying.

“Baking…” you whispered, trying to reach the stove. Mello didn’t let you.

“Baking? Is this why you sent me finding some stupid made-up product?! so you could bake?! Do you have any idea of what time it is?” His voice raised more with every question. It held a certain denigrating tone.

“This could've gone out of control!” he yelled.

“I didn’t think… I was just trying… I–” you sighed.

Your trembling knees gave out, and you allowed your weight to go limp, propelling Mello to the floor with you slowly.

“I just wanted to bake the cake for your birthday. I have never given you anything handmade. I thought it was a good idea." you muttered, flooded with self-disappointment, unable to look at him. You snickered. "How stupid, right? I have never done this before, yet somehow I thought I could manage to do it in a few hours."

You roughly tossed the dishcloth you’d been holding onto the floor.

” I wanted it to be a surprise. Sorry for the jump scare. Go to sleep, babe. I'll clean this out," you said. Tiredness crept into your tone.

Mello gaped. So that’s why you were acting funny the whole morning. That’s why you sent him on a trip to find god knows what vagina soap.

Mello snorted.

Ever since he met you you’ve always found new ways of making him feel special. His chest felt tight with undeniable affection.

"Well, it did surprise me." His voice carried such a sudden fondness it made you look at him. "You sure you're okay?"

You nodded.

Mello held your chin. “Good,” he hesitated before continuing, “Sorry I yelled at you. I panicked.”

“It’s fine, I would have too. Look at that mess. There’s nothing left to save. At least it wasn't your only gift.”

He gave you an inquisitive look.

“I got you a few more presents. This was going to be the extra. I wanted it to be special.”

Mello looked at you lovingly, all the scare and past anger long forgotten.

"I have my best present right here."

His lips captured your mouth shortly after, and the kiss son became heated. The kitchen clock chimes at twelve. December 13th. You pulled away, smiling.

“Happy birthday Mello.”

#mello #mello death note #mello's birthday #december 13th -#death note #mello x you #mello x reader #wammy boys #wammy boys x reader

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multifandoms27-blog · 2 years

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Could I request L x reader who bakes? One part of my love language is gift giving but specifically giving people things I bake. This can range from cookies baked using pre-made dough to completely homemade by scratch baklava!

Anon I am foaming at the mouth. Was literally about to write something like this <3

(also I bake too so LOL—)

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Content: GN reader

Warnings: none

Notes: PURE FLUFF AS AN APOLOGY FOR MY LAST POST IM SORRY also I’m on my phone which is why my format probably looks a little weird

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Hehehe

Okay. So. First things first

This is how you’d get closer to L. Y’know the saying, “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach?” That is entirely true with L.

If you’re baking during the Kira case, I can definitely see Matsuda coming to find you and trying to steal a cookie or two and you gotta smack his hand away

Definitely helps Watari out, too. Watari doesn’t need to spend as much money on sweets or time baking anymore with you around

L gets all happy when he sees you bringing him a plate of cake, and gets even happier when he can feel the plate is a little warm, spotting the steam rising from the slice of the cake.

L loves when YOU take care of his sweet tooth. He’s always wanting you to make something

If he’s not working and you’re baking, he’s gonna come up behind you and hug you until the stuff is ready to eat

If you learn to make chocolate bars and lollipops or whatever, stuff Watari usually just buys at a store, he’s gonna propose to you right there

L hates when you give your baking to anyone else, especially if that “anyone” is Light, Misa or Matsuda. He’s actually kind of okay with sharing the desserts with Watari, Soichiro and Mogi though, but he’d prefer to keep it for himself

If you’re with him before the Kira case, and before Matt and Mello ran off, the kids’ll want you to make stuff for them too

L doesn’t like sharing desserts with them too, but they’re just kids so he’s forced to be quiet about it

His sons end up liking you more than him (Mello especially) and L is all like :/ what the fuck that’s my S/O

Watari will be your taste tester. Usually loves helping you as well. Will also try to help you in forcing L and the kids to eat actual meals (Matt and Near have less of a problem with separating from sweets, whereas Mello and L practically fight you both on it)

L will also love if you get like, cupcake flavored chapstick or any kind of sweet perfume. Cuddling and kissing are about to become a constant if you do that

L will start to call you “my little baker” and “cupcake” and “muffin.” Also, instead of calling you the light of his life, he calls you “the slice of my cake” ???

He thinks it makes sense but it doesn’t

When you gift him sweets, he may cry later about it. Obviously in the moment he wont, but later when he’s thinking about it he will

L is used to people not wanting to be around him, much less give things to him. Yeah he’s got “sons” and Watari acts like a father, but his sons don’t exactly interact with him and two of them grow to detest him. L, in reality, is a very lonely man

So for you to give him something, sweets especially, made his heart swell so much

It doesn’t matter how long you two are together. Every time you give him something, it makes him want to cry later.

He really savors the gifted sweets, eating them slower than usual. He really wants to cherish the moment

It also, strangely, makes him a lot sleepier. So once he’s done eating your gifted sweets, he’ll lean against you and fall asleep

If you gift them while he’s working on the Kira case, the Task Force are all going to be horrified at the little smile L has on his face

Its to the point that Aizawa will fucking hunt you down to make L sweets and gift them to him if L’s been in a bad mood

“I’ll even go buy the wrapping paper right now, just— please, Ryuzaki is verbally beating the shit out of Mastuda and it’s even making me wince.”

L will get upset if you comfort Matsuda while he eats the sweets you gifted him. Matsuda is fucking crying in the corner and you’re hugging him, and L is thinking fucking Matsuda…>:(while eating a cookie you gifted him

Overall this little froggy man LOVES your baking, even if its a flavor he doesn’t particularly like or if its a little burnt. It just makes him really happy knowing that you care so much for him <3

#death note #dn #L death note #l death note #l lawliet x you #l lawliet x y/n #l lawliet x reader #l lawliet #l x y/n #l x you #l x reader

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lumiolivierlithium · 6 months

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A Different Kind of Gun Show

Day 22 of 31 of Kinktober

Prompt: Exhibitionism

Word Count: 552

Mello needs to blow off a little steam. Matt needs to blow Mello.

“Alright, we got ten minutes,” Mello already had his jacket off, “You got everything ready?”

“Yep,” Matt nodded, not even thinking twice about it, “This feels kind of naughty, Mels.”

“That’s the point, dumbass,” Mello threw his jacket on the couch in his office, “And you’re sure all the crates are set up?”

“Of course, they are,” Matt promised, “Mello, sweetheart, you think I’m just going to fuck you raw on cement? Of course not. Come on. Give me some credit. I’m a little more of a gentleman than that.”

“Because,” Mello jumped up and latched his ankles in Matt’s lower back, “Nothing says love like you fucking me in the warehouse?”

“That feels like code for something,” Matt started kissing up Mello’s neck, “Look, baby. I gave the guys some busywork. The earliest any of them can be back here is the next ten minutes. If you’re wanting to do this, we need to do this now.”

“I love you, Matt.” Mello could already feel himself getting rock solid in his tight leather pants. And he so desperately wanted Matt to undo them at his earliest convenience.

“I love you, too,” Matt brought Mello out to the open warehouse and laid him on top of a big cluster of wooden crates, each one filled with hay and heavy artillery. He undid the buttons on Mello’s pants and noticed his arousal, “Well, well. Look at you, so ready for me.”

“We don’t have time for you to raw dog me, Matt,” Mello growled, his body twitching, “Let me fuck your face.”

“You make me sound like a cheap and dirty whore,” Matt awed, “Do it some more.”

“Shut the fuck up and blow me!”

“Yes, sir,” Matt wrapped his mouth around Mello’s dick, just the way he asked. Inch by inch, Matt took more and more. And Mello’s hips started bucking into his face. Only to have Matt pull him out, “So eager, Mello. You have to make a choice. You’re either going to let me suck your dick or you’re going to fuck my face. You can’t have both.”

“Just suck me off, Matt!” Mello begged, “Please!”

“Then,” Matt put his fingers up to Mello’s lips, “Stay. Still.”

Mello didn’t like it, but he knew what he had to do. He held himself together, loving nothing more than the combined warmth of Matt’s mouth and the rush of knowing anyone could walk in on them at any second. It got to him like nothing ever could. Harder and harder, Matt kept sucking on Mello like a straw. And he could hardly contain himself anymore. Mello let out a little moan, letting the echo reverberate in his ears. And Matt’s hands started to knead into Mello’s thighs. His special way of praise. And he loved it even more.

But then…The footsteps joined in with Mello’s moans, “Shit. Matt…”

“Mmm?” Matt kept going.

“I…” Mello let out a hard moan, grabbing the back of Matt’s shirt for stability as he filled Matt’s mouth.

And Matt took one good, hard swallow, “Good boy, Mello. You feel better?”

“Yeah,” Mello could hardly stand, but he had to get his pants up before someone came in.

“Uh…Boss?” one of the guys walked in, “Did I interrupt some-”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET BACK TO WORK!”

#dnkinktober #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #death note #death note fan fiction #mellodramattic

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rnisa · 2 years

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hey could you maybe do a mello x reader where he comes home from a bad stressful day and reader comforts him?

This is so wholesome, I adore it, dear anon.

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Mello Being Comforted After a Stressful Day

★ Mello gets pretty angry, pretty fast. Although he will rarely ever take it out on you (the few times he has, he's felt awful), it can be very difficult to control his emotions.

★ The best way to be there for Mello, is to let him vent. Just ask him if he wants to let it out, and be there to listen.

★ You really don't have to say much, unless you happen to have something to add, or a question.

★ However, if he's not in the mood to talk, do not pressure him into doing so. He will come around when he's ready, if he's ready.

★ He will feel so much better just being able to speak, and say what he needs to. While he's going off about what it is that's bothering him, he would love you brushing his hair with your hands. He's probably already sitting down next to you, and he's so caught up in what he's ranting about that he doesn't realize he's got his arm around you, gently squeezing the squishiest parts of your body as some sort of stress ball.

★ Once he feels better, he starts to lose steam. After calming down a bit, Mello will then smile, as he looks at you and appreciates what he has. You always knew how to make him feel better.

★ "Thanks for listening," he says.

#mello x reader #death note x reader #death note #mihael keehl #headcanons #death note headcanons #death note headcanon

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quicktimeeventfull · 1 year

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mello with 9, 10 and 12 🥺🍭

hello, thank you!!! :D 9. the last thing someone cooked for them i am a chronic matt/mello enthusiast and in my head they are always living together in a tiny apartment that smells eternally of cigarette smoke and soy sauce. also they own like twelve dollars between them. matt strikes me as a lentil-and-legume in a slow cooker sort of guy, because it's cheap and delicious and you couldn't attend to it even if you wanted to. loads of time to flop against your boyfriend and otherwise ignore him while you play that new zelda game everyone is into. anyway!! the last thing matt cooked for him was chana masala, made with endless and reckless substitutions. it was a bit idiosyncratic, but otherwise delicious. they ate it on the fire escape in the unseasonably hot weather, staring out at their beautiful view of an overflowing dumpster in their allyway and a banged-up cat prowling for rats, valiantly pretending that they weren't dying in the heat. they had a fantastic time. 10. the last thing they cooked for someone else mello is imo a good but slightly terrifying cook. he can make all sorts of things, and he does so with wild abandon, enthusiastically including many things which simply should not be made. anyway, the last thing he made was a stir-fry assembled from the ingredients they had available in their home, including: spam, potatoes, onions, a great deal of sugar, and blackbery jam for sweetness. shallow steam the potatoes for softness, fry the spam on all sides, fry the onions in chunks, and mix in the blackberry jam near the end. alarming, but surprisingly decent. matt did not enjoy this, but he appreciated that it used up all the end bits in their cabinet. 12. what's their favourite kind of sushi? i feel deeply in my heart that mello would be a temakizushi sort of guy. he likes that you can just hold it and you get so much nori all at once. he likes it with scallops because they're nice and firm and a particular sort of fishy that imo would appeal to his british upbringing. in general, he also likes hokki gai for the same reason. food-based character asks

#i haven't made it but i am convinced that mello's dish would be good and i think more people should cook with jams #mello i think in general likes nice chewy food that's properly fishy but fishy in a shellfish rather than a mackerel sort of way u know #ask meme

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shiroselia · 1 year

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I posted 2,018 times in 2022

That's 1,978 more posts than 2021!

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My Top Posts in 2022:

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Being able to pay the same amount of money that I’d be able to get a 10 hour game on Steam for, what for me atleast, is 11 years of content is absolutely insane in this genre of games

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truedairship · 11 months

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Tagged by @ladytharen a while ago (thanks love). It’s been hiding in my drafts for way way wayyy too long but I finally remembered to finish it.

Current top 5 songs

Not that I have the self control to stick to five since it depends on my mood and this kinda got out of hand and that’s why it took such time oops

Statements - Loreen

Both the original and the acoustic version are amazing and what keeps me going at times. For me the lyrics is very personal, and working in a high-stake job with no room for mistakes where there is an unavoidable competitive element us coworkers (and roommates!) in between, well… it’s… interesting, to say the least. This song is like that softest blanket in the house that you hide under to relax after a long day.

I adore the performance with the dancers representing Loreen at different stages in her life, and the part in the bridge with the old lady lifting her up… yeah. It is both comforting and hurts in the best ways okay. Sadly the performance was too dark and a bit to politically loaded for the general public to vote for so she didn’t make it to the finals in Mello that year.

Also yes I’m cheating Tattoo and Neon Lights are two of her many other songs that give me life. Tattoo is just visual heaven and Neon Lights is another comfort song. (The song is about this comfort persona that Loreen herself sometimes needs / wishes she was) Honestly if you are in need of comfort vibe songs check out all the music she’s made. And the music videos are always worth watching.

Lost Again - Kings Elliot

Such a vibe. All the lyrics is so painfully spot on. Another artist worth checking out bc wow. I have the very bad habit to shut down my emotions but those songs make you feel stuff and are a great way to let some of that steam out.

*sneaks in Bitter Tonic, ‘Til I Die and Someday, Somewhere as well.

Rainbow Connection - Sleeping at Last

Sleeping at Last is one of the artists I especially listen to when I’m sensory overloaded. The way the different sounds are combined makes my brain focus on hearing the details which can help me to calm down and stop myself from spiralling into a meltdown.

Honorary mention to Saturn, Neptune and Touch as well.

Girls - Marina

Sometimes you need to get some irritation out okay. And I cannot stand being around people who regularly have that “mean girls” behaviour. It drives me crazy.

Are you satisfied?, Oh No, Solitaire, Happy Loner and you know what? Check out her songs as well. The lyrics are always so spot on. She’s one of the artists I’ve listened to basically forever, and her music still feels so relevant and personal.

Fiction Feels Good - Loreen

Yes she gets one more bullet point okay. This one is made based on her three Mello entries (til that point). And yes. Once again. It’s the lyrics that gets me. The Arabic influence is an homage to her Moroccan culture, and I don’t know why but the feeling I get from all of it combined is comforting.

I’m not gonna tag anyone in particular in this since it’s being posted way after I was tagged myself. So instead I’ll just say whoever wants to do it, consider yourself tagged.

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