#very boppy

[youngpettyqueen]

starting s3 of Enterprise and just when im getting used to the intro they go and change it on me

#star trek: enterprise #have to sit and listen to the new one cause I always do when a theme changes #at least for my first watch #im usually an intro theme skipper #but I always watch it for the first + last episode #and also if it changes #I like this new version #very boppy

[jakeperalta]

ok was no one going to tell me keaton henson put out an anti-hero cover????

#this solves my issue of anti-hero being lyrically very fitting for my breakdown playlist but throwing off the vibe with its boppiness #his version is just pure depression.... perfect #talking

[yellowcharm]

14, 18, 50, 100 please 🤲 hand them over

14: Simmer - Hayley Williams: On GOD this is one of my favorite songs of all time. I Do Not Have Anger Issues but sooo many of these Lyrics came into my house SPECIFICALLY to kick my ass. I also just love how it's so unique and emotive. Hayley has been, and will always be, one of my favorite vocalists and you can tell she poured her SOUL into this album and this song.

Give in (Control) There's so many ways to give in (Eyes closed) Another way to make it to ten Oh, how to draw the line between wrath and mercy? Gotta simmer, simmer, simmer, simmer, simmer down

18: Whispers - Halsey : This album is a Masterpiece. Halsey is probably in the top five lyricists of our generation in my opinion. The words just cling to you with this desperation and authenticity that are almost too much to handle and it's so compelling. I love her, I love this song. It fucks me UP and I can't wait for her to write more like it that will put my butt on the ground.

50: KYRH - Hayley Williams : Man I didn't realize how much I listened to this song this year until it showed up on my unwrapped. It's one of a handful of songs that I can and will play on repeat when I'm overwhelmed to the point of being unable to process music like I normally do. Something about Hayley's voice and the slow steady predictable beauty of the piano are very grounding. Even the lyrics are perfect for when my brain feels like it's spinning off the surface of the earth.

100: Jet Set Run - Yuki Hayashi : ... Listen. BNHA has good music. Sometimes I need the auditory equivilent of several espresso shots and this song Does! The! Trick! Great tempo for when I need to send like 80 emails in half an hour lol.

#HI HI HI RED ILY!! #Thank you for the ask :)) #IDK if you listen to much Hayley Williams but I feel like you'd like Cinnamon on her flowers for armor album. very boppy and weird :) #SENDING HUGS TO YOU!!! <3 <3 <3 #Mik mic #music #red underscore beloved

[layovver]

yes or no please dont change and too sad to dance are the bangers of the century they are about to be on repeat for the next YEAR

#im very meh on his mj-style pop songs #i get the appeal theyre just not for me and thats fine #but GOD yes or no goes SO HARD #please dont change and too sad to dance are so boppy and fun and i LOVE them #these 3 songs were written for me and im in love #personal

[77bears]

belatedly getting into tooboe despite always being his fan bc i'd heard his nilfruits covers on living dead and. hm. im impressed by how far his vocal training went in just a few months from then

#this feels so mean to say but i kind of did not bother to listen bc i didnt think it would be very good. sorry. #its SO boppy tho i cant stop listening to 千秋楽 on repeat.. im so sorry to have doubted him #halfway through a 3 hour bus again so youll be seeing my music posts 👍 i have another one back this evening #bears yells #they swapped the tags & community labels on mobile.. annoying..... i need to read through & contemplate them. im a thoughtful ponderer

[insomtiny]

ok i listened to born pink and i actually like most of the songs! it's overall a very slow album but i'm not mad at it (which is wild because i usually hate slow songs)

#like there's nothing super outstanding about it but i definitely don't hate it #it's very boppy #kyra's ramblings

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Endurance 1

Warnings: this fic will include obsessive behaviour, possible non/ducbon, bullying, and other elements which may not be specifically triggered. Please be cautious in continuing on to the story.

Character: Walter Marshall

Summary: A fellow gym go makes your workouts even more taxing.

Please reblog and leave some feedback, preferably in a reblog but you can always drop by my asks. I always love working in y'alls ideas with these AUs so I am so excited to hear from you.

As always, take care of yourself <3 be kind and be patient. Love you.

No tag lists. Please review my pinned and bio for guidelines.

You come out of the changing room and peek at the wall mirror as you pass. You admire your new bubblegum pink leggings and polka dot top. It’s a bit out there but you’ve seen neons in this place that make your retinas burn. Besides, you’ve never been shy when it comes to fashion. It’s not just your passion, it’s your job. 

It’s late enough that the bodies there are far and few between. You prefer the nights when the gym feels like a ghost town. The air is quiet but not stagnant.  

Your water bottle swings on its handle from your hand as your bouncy steps keep in time with the boppy music thrumming in your earbuds. Your workout mix is a nice blend of retro and contemporary bass hits. You catch yourself humming and stamp it down. Sometimes, you forget other people can perceive you, not that there’s many around to so.  

You find an empty mat. They all are. You put your bottle down and start your stretches. Your late night sessions help clear your mind though it never really stops. In your mind, you’re seeing pleats, seams, and ruffles. 

Your body moves without thinking. It’s all muscle memory. You’re no gym rat, you don’t go that hard, just enough to loosen up your muscles. Your note overly swoll as the young ones call it. You’re fit enough for a light jog and the stairs don’t leave you winded like they used to. 

After your stretches, you slurp loudly from the straw of your water bottle, walking with it still between your lips as you head for an elliptical. You can just let the repetitive motion take over. You pop your lips off the tub and slip the bottle into the little plastic holder on the side of the machine. 

As you climb up, you see another figure across the floor. The man sits on the end of a weight bench. For a moment, it looks, even feels, like he’s watching you. From there, you can’t see very well. You don’t wear your glasses in the gym since you lost a pair to a hungry leg press. 

You can make out dark hair and his burly form. Hazy but wide enough to clock. Most people around here are stacked. You’re too casual for all that. And you like a piece of tiramisu with your Friday lattes. 

You pick your speed and start to climb. You cling to the machine and rock your head to the music. Once more, your throat vibrates and you have to remind yourself to stop. You can’t help it, you love Destiny’s child. Does that date you? For someone working in fashion, you can’t ever risk that. 

You zone out, vision blurring as you let your body do the work. The sweat speckles and slicks across your skin. Damn, you might just be bootylicious after this work out. 

Your fitbit rumbles and you look down. You’re in the zone. You keep going until you hit thirty minutes and slow down. You cool off for ten minutes and swipe up your bottle, sucking on it greedily as you head back to the mats. 

You swing out your arms and stretch your legs in slowly lunges. You bend forward, touching each toe with opposite hand, lingering with your ass up as you brace your hips. A sudden clang has you standing straight so fast you nearly topple onto your butt. 

You throw out your arms to catch your balance as you let out a pathetic, ‘woah-oh-oh'. You look over at the man as begins reps with the heavy dumbbells. You’ve never gotten above the tens. His blue eyes flash in your direction and you give a sheepish smile. 

You don’t want to seem weird so you return to your stretches. Arms up, lean to one side, then the other. You hear a strange rumble, like thunder, and look over at the man as he continues to work his traps, staring at you. You could even call it a glare. 

You tap your ear bud as you face him, “sorry?” 

“Do you have to make that noise?” He snarls. 

Your brows pop up. We’re you humming again? Oops. 

“Sorry, I didn’t realise I was,” you smile and before you can tap play, he scoffs.  

“Typical,” he grumbles as alternates to biceps. 

He’s built. He’s arms are bigger than your head. Probably. You don’t think he’d let you compare for scale. You drop your hand without tapping. 

You get down and extend your legs in front of you. His breaths underline your movement as you bend one leg over the other and push your straight arm against it as you twist. As you do the other side, facing him, his gaze flicks over again. 

“You put more time into choosing that outfit than you do working out,” he shakes his head. 

You blanch. Oh wow. You must have been really out of tune if he’s that grumpy. You give a tight-lipped smile and keep going. He’s not the first grouch you’ve dealt with. Your editor is a chronic miser. 

You straight arms and legs and bend to touch your toes. You then pull your arms back and plant your hands. You lift your pelvis and torso and lean your head back, raising yourself in a straight line as you hang your head back. 

“Form is off,” he mutters. 

You lower back down and look at him again. 

“Oh, uh, do you have any tips?” You ask curiously. He grimaces. You push your shoulders up and tilt your head, “well, if you think of any, I'd be happy to work on it. I’d hate to hurt myself.” 

You get to your knees and groan as you push yourself to your feet. He tuts as gets down to plank, still gripping the weights. He lifts the left and puts it back down, then the right. You watch him for a minute, impressed by his strength. Your wary of lifting too much, you don’t trust yourself. 

“You think your cute,” he sneers under his breath. 

“Um, sometimes,” you hover across from him, “I just thought you might know more than me--” 

“Of course I do,” he puffs between lifts. 

“Mm, okay, well, I’d love to learn--” 

“They got trainers for that,” he snips as he finishes his reps and puts his knees down. 

“Right, um, sorry to bother then. I was only... asking,” you turn and grab your bottle. 

You flip the top up again and slurp. You get to the bottom, sucking air loudly up before giving up. He huffs and stands with the weights, slamming them back on the rack. 

“Do you have to make so much goddamn noise?” He stands straight and turns to you, crossing his thick arms. You stop short and part your lips. 

“It’s empty, I didn’t--” 

“It’s not the only thing’s that empty,” he taps his skull, “go back to the mall, girl.” 

You scrunch your nose, “you don’t have to be rude, mister.” 

“Honesty is a gift,” he snorts. 

You pull your chin back. You didn’t mean to annoy him and you apologised already. You’re a nice person but you don’t appreciate his tone. 

“Well, if I’m being honest,” you put your hands on your hips, “you’re not very nice.” 

He chortles as a crease forms in his forehead, “and you’re not as cute as you think.” 

“What does it matter what I think I am?” You challenge, “I didn’t ask you.” 

“No, you just float around like some airhead and disturb everyone else,” he accuses. 

You peer around, “there’s no one here.” 

He drops his arms and lifts his chin. He steps forward and you waver, just a bit, put off by his size.  

“I’m here,” he says. 

You blink. What does that mean? 

He takes another step and you stare at him, necks and cheek burning. His words strike an epiphany. It’s just you and him. He’s a lot stronger than you. 

Another step and you put your hands up, “mister, you better not come any closer.” 

He scoffs again, “or what? Are you going to cry?” 

You pout and shake your head, “no, but I... I could scream. Or bite.” 

He shakes his head, “what do you think I’m gonna do, girl? That’s what you do, isn’t it? Make yourself the victim. You need the attention to make you feel special.” 

He’s getting closer. 

“I said stay away,” you project your voice as best you can, “I’m not afraid of you, mister.” 

He chuckles and tilts his head. He stops, just a step away from you, “aren’t you?’ 

Your eyes meet his and you stand trapped in the snare of his glower. His blue eyes are deep and fiery, his chiseled face is framed by dark curls and a thick beard, and his chin is cleft handsomely. He’s fearsome, a bear in man’s flesh. You’re no more than helpless hare. 

You back away and his mouth slants in triumph. He’s won. You turn and gulp, gripping tight your bottle as your sneaker squeaks loudly. You scurry away, buzzing with adrenaline. 

“That’s right, you run away, girl, run as fast as you can,” he calls after you, “not very, I’m sure.” 

You keep a brisk walk as you hurry towards the locker room and push inside. Your heart is hammering and your breathless as you reach your locker. You put the bottle on the bench and clutch the sides of your head. You’re dizzy as you try to get a rein on your frazzled nerves. 

You thought you left the bullies behind in high school, over a decade ago. In that second, you’re right back in your teenage years. Your eyes sting with tears and your stomach churns with humiliation. That glimmer of insecurity creeps back into you. 

No, no. You’re an adult. You’re a grown woman. You have a job and a life you love. You’re nothing they said you were. You proved them all wrong and you will prove that butthead wrong too. 

#walter marshall #dark walter marshall #dark!walter marshall #walter marshall x reader #drabble #series #gym au #au #night hunter #endurance

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

WIP Weekend

Weekly WIP update

Chapter XIV of Possession is done and going live later today (Friday). Slowly but surely starting to say goodbye to this story now and it feels weird as always! 😢

At the same time, I'm slowly letting myself ease into the world of The King's Gift. It's always fun, finding the characters' voices at the beginning of a new project and seeing who exactly they are this time around. 🥰

Meanwhile, omega!Eddie has actually entered its fifth chapter. Fingers crossed it will be the last one. This was supposed to be a one-shot, wtf??? 🤣

Send me an emoji and I'll write and share three sentences from that story. 🦇 Possession 🏰 The King's Gift 🔥 From a spark to a flame (omega!Eddie)

Snippet from 🔥

CW: omegaverse, nudity

“Jesus fucking Christ …” he murmurs around a yawn and stretches his sore limbs. Every single muscle in his body is throbbing with the dull, exhausted kind of ache that he’s well familiar with from the morning after a good gig, when the adrenaline and the high of the performance wear off and you realize how tired you really are. Only that today, the feeling is magnified by approximately five hundred percent. 

At least his insides no longer feel like white-hot goo, and the excruciating emptiness from yesterday has faded into a low tingle. The pine tree scent that’s still clinging to the sheets and his own body is pleasant and comforting rather than torturous. 

Just as he’s beginning to wonder where its owner has gone to, the door creaks open and Steve steps into the room, carrying a laundry basket under one arm and looking ridiculously comfy in his sweatpants and faded swim team shirt. He has headphones on and is humming along to some boppy pop number or other, but when he spots Eddie sitting at the edge of the bed, his face splits into a delighted smile. 

“Oh hey, you’re up,” he says. It comes out a little too loudly because he’s shouting over the music only he can hear. Eddie cringes and Steve is quick to take off the headphones and pull the offending walkman from his pocket to switch it off. 

“How are you feeling?” he asks, sinking down on the edge of the mattress beside Eddie. Suddenly, they’re close again, close enough that Steve’s clothed thigh brushes Eddie’s still very naked one. Eddie doesn’t mind. Steve has seen him at his most primal, his most desperate. Being naked around him doesn’t scare him anymore.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie brainrot #steddie fanfic #fanfiction writer #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #wip ask game #wip weekend

[avocadrawz]

Just had to draw this. She is beautiful as always 🤍🖋️

I think this album is very experimental and raw. I like how the lyrics are exuding strong and honest emotions. It is not boppy, doesn’t center around a perfect protagonist, and it is quite unhinged. It’s giving messy, unpolished, petty, devastated, vulnerable, and real.

It would be difficult to karaoke this one 🥹 but I still like the solid storytelling. My fave would always be folklore and evermore but, lyrically, ttpd is also one of the best. 💕🤍

#art #illustration #fanart #taylor swift #taylornation #ttpd #the tortured poets department #i hate it here

[asnowfern]

We’re Not Strangers, We’re Lovers

Summary: Cassian's muscles twitched as every fibre of his being screamed at him to go after her. He didn't know her, not in this lifetime, not yet. OR another take on the reincarnation/soulmate trope. 

Rating: Mature

CW: Implied character death

Word count: 3.1k

Read on AO3

A/N: Written for day 4 of @cassianappreciationweek : Lover💕💕💕

Enjoy!

Hazy sunlight streamed through the curtains into the room, brightening up the room in the orange glow of sunrise. Cassian's eyes fluttered open to observe his surroundings. 

The room was functional and barely decorated, the kind that said bachelor's pad without being overly obvious about it. He shifted his hand and sunk into soft flesh, pulling the warm body close. Slender arms wrapped around him in response.

"Good morning, governess," he greeted, his voice hoarse from sleep. He traced her neck with his lips, watching in delight as it left a trail of goosebumps in its wake. 

The bed creeked slightly as she flipped around to face him, fixing him with a mock stern look with those piercing green eyes. 

"Good morning," she returned primly, her hand moving to fist his morning arousal. A flicker of amusement sparked in her eyes as he groaned. She continued, tutting, "Didn't your Oxford educators teach you that this isn't the way to greet a polite lady?" 

His lips tugged up to flash her a rakish grin, "Perhaps I'm due for a refresher, governess." 

He leaned in to capture her lips and-

A loud beeping blared across the room, the synthetic sound at odds with the suddenly archaic furnishing of their environment. 

Cassian snapped his eyes open, taking in the familiar modern room fittings. He sighed heavily as he looked down at his raging erection. 

He padded lazily to the bathroom. His eyes shut close as his brain too easily conjured those emerald eyes and how those plump lips would feel wrapped around his cock, quickly drawing out his release with a grunt.

It was one of those damned dreams again.

They started when he was ten as he was playing around with Rhys and Az, foolishly racing to be the first to top the tree. One misstep later, Cassian was knocked unconscious on the ground with two panicky boys.

It was during that bout of unconsciousness that began the first of a very, very long series of dreams. It was of a beautiful girl, similarly aged around ten. She had flaxen hair that glowed with the sun and crystal blue eyes that could get her anything she wanted. They played in fjord, chasing sheeps and each other. Cassian never wanted the dream to end. 

And it didn't. 

The dreams continued to follow him even after he had fully recovered from the fall. Dreams of him with multiple girls - chasing the beautiful blonde in the fjords, splashing water with an Indian girl who sported cute dimples along the Indus River, running and giggling around the English countryside with a ginger, scouring through Chinese libraries with the delicate female with the beauty mark. As he grew, so did the girls in his dreams. Many girls but Cassian knew from the whispering voice deep within him that they were all one person. His soulmate, a love that transcended lifetimes.

Haunted by the stories of past loves was a curse and a blessing. A blessing to know that there was someone out there for him, a curse that got bothersome after nearly twenty years of waiting. That left him oscillating between doubting his own sanity and wondering if the fates skipped out on him this go round.

Turning off the tap with another sigh, he stepped out of the shower and toweled himself dry, mindlessly getting himself dressed and ready for the day ahead. He internally hummed along to the boppy tune as he waited for the traffic light to turn. Glancing up to the red man sign, Cassian's mouth went dry. 

Standing at the opposing end of the crossing was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Golden brown hair swept into a neat coronet braid with bored stormy blue eyes that assessed her surroundings with casual ease. The voice whispered to Cassian once more. There she is, the one you've been waiting for. 

His muscles twitched as every fibre of his being screamed at him to go after her. He didn't know her, not in this lifetime, not yet. With his mind so wholly focused on figuring out how to approach her, he failed to notice the rushing commuter barreling his way into Cassian's back with his eyes still glued to his phone, failed to seize his muscles and absorb the impact. Instead, Cassian fell headfirst into the oncoming traffic.

The last pair of eyes he saw were wide, concerned stormy blue eyes. He attempted to lift a heavy hand towards her only for darkness to overtake his being.

***

Alarm and panic surrounded him as he drifted in and out of consciousness. Amidst the chaos, soft fingers interlaced with his, radiating comfort and warmth.

"There's so much blood," a small gentle voice sliced through the noise, reaching his ears effortlessly, "Hang in there, love. Help is on its way." 

So Cassian did. Through the sirens and curt instructions from paramedics, Cassian clutched on tightly to the warmth in his palm. Don't let go, never let go.

He looked up with hooded lids at the look of breathless ecstasy on his wife as her thighs clamped tightly around his head. With a satisfied smile, he rode her through her release. He slid up the length of her body, taking care not to press any weight on her belly. 

“Well, breakfast was delicious if I could say so,” he said smugly, licking his fingers. 

“Cad!” She laughed, playfully pushing his face away as he leaned in for a kiss. She glanced at the rising sun through the window and heaved a gentle sigh, “You should get ready for work.” 

He rose from the bed to wash up, letting the covers slide off his body and blanket his wife. Just as he was about to leave the house, he rounded back to the bed, dropping a kiss on her forehead and lowered to level himself to her middle, pressing his forehead to the small bump, “You be good today and not give your mummy any trouble, alright?” 

She smiled, pulling him up for a chaste kiss, "Have a good day at work, love."

"Catch you later, stranger," he promised, his heartstrings tugging at him as a cloud of sleepiness visibly descended on her.

"Not if I catch you first," she murmured, sighing contently as he adjusted the blankets.

With one last longing look, he exited the house, counting down every minute until he could return to his growing family. It was with the same drive to return that got him through the day and happily walking back home when a fire truck raced past him. He quickened his pace, an unsettling fear blossoming in his stomach. His heart leapt to his throat as he saw the fire that engulfed his home.

No. 

No, he thought desperately, sprinting towards the building. Not when they had finally found their little cocoon of peace, not when he had finally returned from fighting in the Great War.

He ignored the blustering warnings from the firefighters and rushed headfirst into the inferno. His heart pounded in his ears in time with the roar of the flames around him, overpowering even his own frantic cries for his wife. The world around them slowed as he spotted the familiar collapsed feminine form. 

His breath only returned to him as she blinked her eyes opened. "Let's go, baby. Let's go," he murmured into her hair as he enveloped her with his large frame, protectively shielding her out. 

Just as they were a couple of steps away from the door, he heard an ominous creak in the ceiling. Instinctively, he pushed her out of the way and allowed the heavy concrete to crush him instead of her. 

Because it would always be her. There was only ever her. 

So he stopped her from trying to lift the heavy structures crushing him and shakily reached for her hand instead, pulling her close enough to gently stroke her dirt smeared face for the last time. 

"No, you're not leaving me like this," she declared tearfully, steely stubbornness bright in her eyes, "I'm going to get help so promise you'll hold on." 

"Swear it!" She repeated forcefully when he remained silent. 

He held her gaze for a sorrowful beat, acutely aware of the darkness edging his vision. "Go, it isn't safe here for the both of you."

Conflict warred in those sapphire orbs before her body angled towards the exit, "You hang on for as long as you need to." 

He pushed past the heavy agony to give a shaky smile, "I'll catch you later, stranger." 

The beautiful angelic voice reached him easily even as his eyes shut close, likely for the last time.

"Not if I catch you first."

***

Cassian blinked blearily, his vision sharpening with every steady beep of the machine next to him. 

"Cass" a familiar baritone voice breathed next to him, shrouding him in a rain of salt and citrus. 

Rhys, friend, his brain helpfully provided. 

He groaned as he turned his head to the side and the small movement triggered a pounding against the inside of his skull. Rhys's usual sharp violet eyes were alight with worry, his brows creased as he swiped a thumb over Cassian's damp cheeks, "You're crying." 

Cassian slouched back into the hospital bed. His insides twisted achingly as his brain caught up with the dream. He wanted so desperately to be with them and Cassian could still feel every pain, regret and longing. He inhaled sharply, taking in the ache in his lungs and exhaled, feeling the pounding in his head and heaviness in his leg. 

These pains were his and his alone. He focused on the thought to dissociate himself from the man in his dreams. 

"What happened?" He asked. 

"You were hit by a car about two junctions from the gym," Rhys said, concern and uncertainty lacing every word, "Do you remember?" 

Rhys continued when he didn't respond, "You suffered a blow to the head. I heard a blonde woman accompanied you to the hospital." 

Something twinged in him at those words. 

"A blonde?" 

"Yes, a blonde lady was at the scene. She called the ambulance and rode it with you to the hospital." Rhys's shoulders loosened as he raised an arched brow, almost in amusement. 

The image of the stunning female with the braided crown and piercing blue eyes cut through the fog in his brain. Next to Cassian, the machine beeped a little faster, something Rhys clocked with a quirk of his lips. 

"Is she still here?" 

"The woman? No, the nurse mentioned she left right after hearing your condition wasn't serious and we were coming." Rhys replied, continuing with a scowl, "But really? You just woke up from an accident and the only thing on your mind is picking up a girl?" 

Cassian flashed him a grin, "Is that not how you know that I'm alright?"

"You're an idiot."

***

Three years later

A buzz from his phone dragged Cassian away from his computer screen. 

Emerie: I invited a friend to class later. Don't be weird about it.

Cassian: Excuse me, I am a professional😤

Emerie: Sure💁🏻‍♀️

Putting his phone away, Cassian returned his attention to updating the gym's website and did not give the conversation much thought for the rest of the afternoon. Not until evening rolled by and Emerie entered the gym with another woman trailing behind her. 

Cassian halted as his world froze to a standstill around him. 

It was her. 

With cheekbones so sharp one might cut themselves with it (oh, how his hands itched to try) and assessing steely blue eyes, she appeared exactly as Cassian remembered. But somehow, even more breathtakingly beautiful. 

Their gazes locked for a moment as she scanned the gym, her lips pursed into a tight line. Cassian cut across the practice mats, stretching his arms, knowing full well how they flexed in his muscle tee. Next to her, Emerie rolled her eyes.

"Hey, Ems. This, your friend?" 

The brunette tilted her head to the side in confirmation, "This is Nesta."

He turned to her. Her eyes burned with a fiery strength as her chin tilted up, daring him to make a move. His lips twitched, "Do you have any experience in MMA or martial arts in general?" 

She shook her head, "First time."

"You'll do great," he said sincerely. 

His belief cemented into conviction as she gave a derisive huff. She had a fighter's spirit, that's for sure. 

He clapped his hands to gather the students, barking loudly. "Let's start with warm-ups. Laps around the gym. Let's go!" 

The training proceeded smoothly, Nesta possessed far more grace than any beginner should, catching on the legwork with a natural ease. She stood fists at the ready to swing at the punching bag, grunting in frustration as her wrapped knuckles made a lackluster impact on the apparatus.

"May I?" He asked, raising his arms and hovering them around her shoulders in question. 

At her nod, he stepped behind her, so close that he could feel the delicious heat that she radiated, and gently grasped her forearms. She stiffened in his grip, a tenseness that made the muscle in his jaw feather and sent a surge of cold rage through him.

He could kill whoever tried to hurt her. Instead, he swallowed the lump in his throat and guided her arms into the two-step jab and uppercut motions, his body twisting and swinging in tandem with hers, "Use the momentum of your entire body." 

He released the grip, his hand flexed at the loss of contact. With a look of renewed determination, Nesta attacked the bag once more. The bag swung hard with her strengthened blow. Exhilaration and relief overtook her face, splitting it into a white smile that took his breath away.

"Now you get it, Nes." 

She raised a perfect brow, "Nes?" 

He crossed his arms and shrugged, "I like it." 

"I don't," she returned, the words not having much heat to it.  

Cassian leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, "But I think you do." 

He couldn't help but laugh at her scowl as rose tipped her ears. 

The words echoed soundlessly across the gym as Nesta attacked the bag relentlessly with a series of strikes, each blow getting more precise than the next. Never again will I be powerless, never again.  

***

"Flat white for Nesta?" The barista's voice boomed over the noise of the cafe.

Cassian's head snapped up as his attention on his phone vanished instantly. He instantly drifted to her, his body moving on its own accord like a magnet. 

"Nes"

Azure orbs widened a smidge as she tilted her head to him, the micro muscles of her face jumped as she scalded herself on the hot beverage. She maintained a careful silence as she capped her tumbler. 

Finally, she turned to him, "Didn't expect to run into you here." 

The place in question was a quaint coffee shop whose patrons consisted primarily of staff and students of the nearby Velaris University. 

He held the door as they exited the building, his steps falling in line effortlessly with hers as he answered, "I'm pursuing a degree in physiotherapy. Expanding my reach as an instructor." 

"That's incredible," she admitted as grey blue eyes flashed with admiration, "You're a decent instructor. It suits you."

"I'm still at the halfway mark," he nudged her shoulders teasingly, "You'll still see me at the studio for a couple more years yet."

"Well," she scrunched a button nose, a sight so adorable his heart squeezed in response, "I prefer Azriel anyway." 

He placed a dramatic hand on his chest, “Az always steals the good ones.”

They settled at a bench overlooking the Sidra which leads into the sea, silver light glinted and twinkled in the reflection. The light gush of the moving water accompanied Nesta’s small sigh of content as she sipped on her coffee. 

It was a perfect view of the river and the skyline of the skyscrapers that towered over Velaris. But all Cassian could and wanted to do was to stare at the woman seated next to him, at the curl of golden tendrils framing her face, her lips shaped in a slight pucker as she blew on her coffee, steely blue eyes stared pointedly at the body of water. He could do this forever. 

Something in him purred in agreement like a lazy cat resting on a heated surface. Keep her, make her stay, it crooned. 

"I got into an accident a few years back," he said suddenly, shattering the easy silence that settled over them. His hand unconsciously rubbed his healed knee, "the doctor said it was a miracle I regained as much function in my leg as I did. But it wasn't just me, I had an incredible physiotherapist who literally walked me back to health."

"That's why you do this," she surmised.  

He smiled, "That's why I do this but that's not why I'm telling you this." 

Hazel eyes bore into silvery blue, "What really pushed me through my sessions was a mysterious beautiful woman who held my hand the entire time I was in the ambulance, only wrenching it away when I was pulled into the ER," her lips parted as her breath hitched imperceptibly, "a mysterious woman that disappeared before I woke up, leaving no trace of how I could find her, thank her, ask her out." 

Their faces were now inches apart, close enough that he could make out and count each freckle speckled on the bridge of her nose. Her gaze dipped slightly to his lips before raising back to his eyes, a small smile played on her lips just before she leaned in and closed the gap. 

Cassian's mind was wiped blank. Then the sensation of soft lips pressed against him moved. That spurred him to action, raising a hand to envelope her cheek as he deepened the kiss and slid in a tongue through parted lips. 

Nesta tasted like warm fire on a cool winter night, sending heat through his veins and lighting his entire being ablaze. A rough tug on his hair had him groaning into her mouth. He pulled her closer as tongue and teeth battled for dominance. 

It was an effortless bliss that was simultaneously new and old to Cassian. 

"So dinner tomorrow night?" He asked, chest still heaving from the kiss. 

Nesta laughed, a sound so bright and lilting. "Tomorrow night," she agreed and recited her digits, pausing occasionally as his fingers tapped them into his phone, "I guess I'll catch you later, stranger." 

He froze. 

The words wrangled through his soul and left the organ in chest reeling. Finally, a heavy presence lifted and Cassian felt anew.

"Not if I catch you first."

End

#cassianappreciationweek2023 #day 4: lover #cassian #nessian #nesta archeron #nesta x cassian #nessian fic #reincarnation/soulmate fic #acotar

[earlgreytea68]

Can we talk about So Good Right Now, I feel like it gets so little love, maybe because it's too boppy or feels repetitive? I just don't see much discussion about it. There's so much in the lyrics though!

It really feels like it's a Part 2 of Wilson to me in so many ways. References to running away, especially the "all of our wildest dreams they just end up with a-you and me so let's drive until the engine just gives out". Gives me real "i'm gonna run away and never see any of you again" vibes. Plus both songs obviously reference 'mistakes' in the lyrics.

But the bigger and better one to me is the very clear tie between the two with:

It really feels like a part 2 Wilson in the sense that So Good Right Now feels like a follow-up, a conclusion, the more positive ending to the more heartbreaking version we see in Wilson. Wilson we get miss the days pretending with you, cruel to be loved by everyone but you, and in So Good we get wildest dreams ending with you and me. Even the mistakes piece is more positive, I know I made them but they were mine to make. In classic Pete fashion though we still get that self doubt that nothing is perfect and can still self destruct (so we crash and burn somehow).

Sorry for the epic ramble, that's what listening to MANIA right into SMFS will get you!

Oooooh, I love this link! Especially because to me Wilson is a very Peterick-y song. "I hate all my friends, I missed the days when I pretended with you" is so Peterick-coded to me, like, I missed the days when we pretended we were married. Whenever playing pretend or make-believe shows up in Pete's lyrics, I think about that confusing time when he was so aggressively performing the relationship with Patrick.

So I love linking it to So Good Right Now, because you're right, there's a lot of recurring themes but what doesn't recur is the pretending bit. The speaker in So Good Right Now is extremely self-aware. Everything is doom and gloom, but he's feeling okay. And there's probably disaster right around the corner, so let's live for today. In Wilson, if he can get his shit together, he's going to run away, but here the shit is together, let's sneak in from the cheap seats and drive until the engine gives out. "All of my wildest dreams just ended up with you and me," is so incredibly romantic a line that it kills me, especially coming from Pete Wentz: All of the incredible things I imagined, in the end what mattered was you and me ugh.

Genius says this song is depressing but I don't think it is in the least. It is defiantly hopeful and I love linking it to Wilson. Maybe it was an expensive mistake but it was his to make and he's feeling so good right now.

#fall out boy #peterick #fob

[just-bendy]

hello i would like to give Boppy some love! they seem very nice :)

also ummm what do the clones at Cheesecake Park think about some brownies?

I like... brownies.

#bendy clone #bendy clone 38/boppy #batim #batim bendy #batim au #flawedclonesau #bendyclonerevival #ask #anon

[ohdorothea]

So I’m continuing to re-rank and write up my thoughts about every Taylor album leading up to the release of TTPD (link to my thoughts on Midnights) so yeah without further babbling here are my thoughts on evermore <3

evermore ranking

1. right where you left me

2. dorothea

3. cowboy like me

4. ivy

5. coney island (feat. The National)

6. closure

7. champagne problems

8. happiness

9. 'tis the damn season

10. it's time to go

11. gold rush

12. evermore (feat. Bon Iver)

13. marjorie

14. willow

15. no body, no crime (feat. Haim)

16. tolerate it

19. long story short

This is NOT a long story short I have a lot of thoughts about evermore my favourite child so they are under the cut

I mean I don’t even know how to begin talking about evermore. It’s my favourite Taylor album and one of my favourite albums ever. It’s so sad and weird and gay (to ME).

Folklore is obviously it’s sister album but I do feel like they are quite distinct from each other as well. For me evermore is very clearly part two of this story/universe, it developed and deepens the themes presented at the end of folklore.

For me folklore is about the ‘hope of it all’, clinging onto nostalgia and could have beens. Whereas evermore is very much about endings, about retracing every step looking for a way you could have changed the ending.

But the ending has already happened, the moment is gone and so the only choice is to relive and retell the ending over and over until it makes any sense.

right where you left me is my favourite Taylor song currently in existence, I also feel like it and little evermore are both really successful at encapsulating the albums themes, about when to hold on and when to let go.

And I love that while it’s time to go… can on the surface feel definitive, I actually think the ending of the song leaves it open to interpretation whether she actually goes or not.

Even long story short, which is fun and boppy on first listen, has darker undertones to me, especially in the way she sings ‘I survived’ the last time.

Also it’s funny because cowboy like me was not really on my radar for a while until someone (I think maybe @midnightslesbian) posted about interpreting it as a sad song, that the relationship in it doesn’t work out and ever since it’s been one of my favourites!!

It feels very much like an album about deep grief and being unable to move on from someone/something that changed you forever.

I could honestly go on and on and I will but yeah evermore now evermore forever she’s my sad baby and I love her <3

#Kelly says things #album rankings

[stealingyourbones]

EVEN MORE PLAYLISTS BITCHESSSS

Nightbird (Dick/Jazz) playlist (the second): - Has a very soft love song vibe. some are lightly boppy but it's mainly a soft old crooner type of vibe. Just two deeply in love lovebirds who absolutely want to spend the rest of their lives together <3

Anger Management (Jason/Jazz) playlist (the third): - a bit more upbeat cute love song vibe. Lots of soft and bright upbeat vibes. I'm definitely using this to listen to while writing some cute soft prompts later.

Playlists I finally completed:

Last Sun (Danny/Clark): - lots of rock and a handful of metal thrown in. Clark canonically listens to a shit ton of Metallica so I was doing my best to go that direction for songs. Lots of headbangers. lots of instrumental rock. It was fun finding new songs for this one.

Playlists I tweaked:

Bad Blood (Dan/John Constantine): - It simply didn't have enough metal. I fixed that :) also removed songs that didn't have the grungy and screamy vibe

Constant Death (Dan/Jason): - same with Bad Blood. It didn't have enough metal about death and destruction. I removed more lighthearted songs to make it just yelling :).

#bones playlists #sorry yall i only use spotify #bones writes #i have a lot of fun making playlists :) #if you cant tell ehehe