#yeah that's right I'm using highlighters now you know it's serious

[doki-doki-imagines]

Can you please do all the earth realm men in MK1 reacting to receiving a slap in the butt and by chance their fellow kombatants were around when it happened? 🤭 And it was a loud smack too

Johnny Cage: -"Oh you don't love me anymore. You used to do that with much more passion." Groans leave everybody mouths. -Shameless, even more than you for doing that in public. -Johnny will never let this go, teasing you often. -Wouldn't mind if you did that again…

Kenshi Takahashi: -With his highlighted senses, not only he feels better the slap, but also the breaths being sucked in by his fellow combatants. -He becomes as red as his blindfold. "Don't you dare do it ever again!" Kenshi shouts at you, everyone stuck, not a word coming out. -Yeah, it was really embarrassing for him.

Raiden: -Maybe he just imagined the slap. Maybe he is just tired, and his mind , starts playing tricks on him. -Raiden keeps talking, not knowledging what happened, some of the combatants are smiling. -He will bring up this when you are in your bedroom, preparing to sleep. -"Did you slap my ass today?" "Why?" "It's not nice to reply to a question with another question." "We both know I'm not the well-educated one of the couple." -Raiden will never know the truth.

Kung Lao: -He doesn't mind. Like at all. -Mostly because Lao will also slap your ass .01 seconds later you did. -Everyone have wide eyes, but nobody says a word on what happened. -"Why are you acting shy? Isn't this cute between lovers?" -Get ready. It won't be the last time.

Liu Kang: -He stays still. Time seems to stop. -"Are you fine, Lord Liu Kang?" He doesn't reply back. -Liu Kang is more than fine. He loved this. A giggle almost escapes his mouth. -So you wanted to touch him so much that you didn't care to be in public, right? -He'll ask you not to do it in front of all the other combatants, he needs to keep his reputation. -Try to be more sneaky next time…

Geras: -He doesn't appreciate it. At all. -Geras won't say a word when you do that, not to catch even more the attention of the other guys. -But he'll talk to you about it in the privacy of your room. -To say the truth, Geras isn't a fan of it even at home, so please don't do it again.

Bi-Han: -Wow. You are insane. -He looks at you, eyes wide and full of killing intent. -Admire the sun and the beautiful landscape in front of you; you probably won't see the next day. -The second you are alone, Bi-Han is on you. -Have you enjoyed playing with your grandmaster? Well, it's time for Bi-Han to have fun. -Hope you are into degradation…

Kuai Liang: -Speechless. -"Did you-" "…Really?" Liang doesn't have the strength to reply to your gesture. -For now. At home he will be like a river in flood. -Don't do that in public ever again. He has a status to keep. There are also nicer ways to flatter him! -Liang already melt under your touch. Don't push your luck.

Tomas Vrbada: -404 error. Tomas not found. -He enjoyed it, but enjoyed less Johnny whistling at you two. Or Bi-Han angry scorn. -But does this mean Tomas can also reciprocate the gesture? He may be embarrassed, but it's a nice discovery… -You'll talk about it at home, it won't be anything serious. -But now his hands are always dangerously close to your backside.

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[kelcemenow]

Little Do They Know.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 1380

Warnings Strong language, smut and talks of casual sex.

It's another Anon request! I really loved this request but I did find it a bit difficult not to be too similar to As The Snow Falls but I think I did it! "I have a smut request 🫣 Travis X reader are secretly hooking up (none of their friends know) and they go on a friend trip or something where they have to be really quiet when they’re trying to have sex"

"But, do you not miss it?" Zoe asked, as she adjusted her swimsuit.

You squinted and shielded your eyes from the beating sun, "Miss what?"

"Sex!" She giggled, "I know I sure would. Come on, you've been single for almost 4 months now. How are you still surviving!"

"Some of us aren't obsessed with sex."

The sound of rushing water caused you to turn your head. Travis was exiting the pool and the bright rays shone against his tanned skin, highlighting his bulging muscles as he pulled himself up onto the side. You quickly looked back towards the book that was nestled in your lap, grabbing your sunglasses from the top of your head and pulling them down to cover your eyes.

"Hey." Zoe whispered, "Trav's single, right?"

You snorted a laugh, "Yeah, right."

"No, I'm serious! He's funny, successful...not to mention quite easy on the eye."

You rolled your eyes behind your shades.

"Come on! At least consider it?" Zoe said as she tipped her head to the side.

"What are we talking about?" Marcus asked as he approached the loungers, placing a gentle kiss on Zoe's forehead.

"Zoe-"

"The fact that Y/N and Trav should totally be getting it on." She interupted.

"Will you stop?"

Marcus laughed, "You know my girl is always trying to hook people up."

You glanced behind your shades at Travis as he walked into the beach house, his feet leaving wet prints onto the wooden decking.

"But, it's not a totally weird idea." Marcus said as he reached for his can of soda.

"See! I told you, I'm good at this shit." Zoe nodded.

You nervously chewed on your bottom lip for a second before turning a page in your book, "I need to focus on my career right now."

Zoe groaned and Marcus rolled his eyes, the pair showing their disappointment at your reluctance.

"Whatever, dinner and drinks at 7?" Marcus asked.

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You squeezed your eyed closed and tightly gripped at the sheets, balling a corner up in your fist. Travis loomed over you, his brow slick with sweat, the heat causing his cheeks to flush bright red.

He grunted above you, his hips thrusting harshly as his hard dick pounded into you, wetness pooling around your pussy.

You reached up and grabbed the back of his neck, shushing loudly.

He furrowed his brows, "What?"

"If I have to be quiet, so do you." You whispered.

His rhythm slowed slightly, "Sorry, I'm just not used to having to be quiet."

You giggled lightly as he lifted up and lay back next to you, his chest rising and falling quickly.

"What are we doing?" You asked, breathlessly.

"Well, I don't know about you but I was fucking the sexiest woman in the world."

You turned to look at him, beads of sweat dripping down his jawline, "You know what I mean." You steadied your breathing, "Zoe is trying to hook us up."

Travis grinned, "Little does she know."

"I know. I feel bad lying though."

Travis held his gaze on the ceiling, "You wanna stop?"

You pressed your lips together as you felt a tingle of energy coarse through your veins. Travis turned his head, his glassy eyes staring deeply into yours. The corners of his lips curled up slowly into a smile as the back of his hand grazed the sides of your thigh.

"Hell no." You said, quickly lifting yourself up and moving to straddle his waist.

Travis' hands roamed your body as you leaned down to kiss him passionately, his fingers leaving trails of shivers in their wake. You pulled away and gasped for air, placing your hands onto his solid stomach to aid in lifting your hips up. The tip of his cock glistened with pre-cum as it ran along your entrance, making your knees weak.

"Take it, babygirl." He groaned.

Without hesitation, you lowered down, allowing him to fill you entirely. Your mouth dropped open, a slow exhale of breath leaving your lips. Travis watched as your head fell back, his hands gripping at your waist to hold you steady.

You slowly began rocking your hips, grinding down on his dick. Travis' face was contorting with pleasure and you happily watched, your nails digging into his flesh. Your stomach fluttered and a tightness built up in your core, waves of electricity shooting to your pussy. You began to bounce up and down, your wet skin slapping against his. Travis looked down to observe your folds engulfing his hardened cock, a milky substance pooling at the base.

You removed your hands from his body and ran them through your hair, sitting up straight and angling your hips back so that he hit your g-spot better. Travis moved his hands around to your ass, kneading your soft, supple skin harshly. You hissed as his fingers dug in a little deeper, his grip sending sharp pains across your body. Your thighs were beginning to weaken so you leaned back a little further and held onto Travis' lower legs to steady yourself. Biting down on your bottom lip, you tried your hardest not to scream out, something Travis didn't seem to be concerned about, his grunting growing louder and louder with every thrust.

Your rhythm began to falter and your chest heaved, hot breaths escaping your lips. Travis could see that you were close, causing him to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer, your forehead hitting the pillow next to him. Travis dug his ankles into the bed and lifted his hips upwards, allowing him to deepen his fill. He held onto you tightly and thrusted fast and hard, your jaw falling open and tears building in your eyes.

You let out a small squeak which only made Travis quickly push your face into the pillow further to try to muffle your sounds. You clamped down onto the pillow with your teeth and rode out your orgasm, feeling moisture bursting from you and collecting onto Travis' torso. Travis groaned in pleasure as he pushed himself deeply into you with a few sluggish thrusts, his large hands splayed across your back.

After a few moments, you allowed your muscles to completely relax, your full body weight resting on Travis. He lazily ran his fingers up and down your spine, his gentle touch causing you to twitch occasionally. You could feel your eyes beginning to grow heavier so you lifted your head to face him, his hazy expression making you smile.

"I prefer it when I can be loud." You said softly.

He threw you a smirk, "I do too."

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"I don't think I could do the whole 'casual relationship' thing. A friend with benefits." Zoe said as she spread butter across her bread.

Marcus looked up from his plate, "I fucking hope not!"

"You know what I mean! I have to know where I stand with someone I'm sleeping with."

"Can we talk about anything other than sex for 5 minutes, please?" You said as you rolled your eyes.

Zoe pointed her bread towards you, "I bet Y/N agrees with me? Y/N...am I wrong? Sex is better when there is a relationship involved and having a friend that you fuck...like a booty call, if you will, just ends in disaster? Am I wrong?"

You chewed your chicken quietly, hoping for someone to interject.

Travis cleared his throat, "I don't know, I think in some situations it can work out okay for both people?"

"Maybe it's a girl thing?" Zoe shrugged her shoulders.

You looked up at Travis through your eyebrows, hoping no one would notice, his cheeks growing red.

"Is it a girl thing? Y/N, you're pretty quiet on the matter." Marcus raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know...maybe. I think I could do it." You said, intentionally indifferently.

Zoe's eyes grew wider, "Woah...okay. Well, now that you mention it...Travis?"

You shook your head as Travis wiped his mouth with his napkin, humming in ackowledgment.

"Y/N's available, you're available...how about it?"

"Zoe, you are the worst." You mumbled towards her.

Travis smirked, his eyes sparkling with mischief, "Sure, why not?"

You couldn't hide your amusement when Zoe began clapping her hands wildly and squealing with excitement at Marcus, "See baby, I told you! I'm good at this shit!"

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I love a secret lovers story! This one was fun to do so I really hope you enjoyed it. I'm slowly working through my requests list but it was bigger than I thought it was! I'm aiming for 1/2 releases a week and hopefully I'll get to the end of it sooner rather than later so I can get my requests open again! If you want to be in my Taglist, just drop me a message!

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[pileofmush]

warning: yes we're talking about taz skylar. yes i am opinionated.

i'm making this as a response to the posts i've seen floating around on my dash that are promoting neutrality, and, most annoyingly, whining about the backlash he's receiving.

you guys had your turn to speak so i guess i'll take mine!

no, this is not directed at any particular blog. yes, i am biased, and i'm not going to pretend that i'm not. and finally no, i’m not posting this to seem virtuous or some shit like that. glad we got that cleared up.

anywho. you guys are annoying me 😭

it's always #freepalestinetillit'sbackwards until your favorite british blorbo is questioned. questioned, rightfully so, mind you.

let's go over the facts:

this was posted by twitter user knsiara yesterday morning. apparently, people are also getting on taz about who he follows on social media, but that's none of my concern. i'm aware it takes effort to cull and monitor the values of those you follow. i don't hold that against him. moving on.

the real concern is the charity that he was directly promoting. as in, the charity that he's presumably donated to and encouraged his 1.9 million followers to donate to as well, seeing as it was linked right there in his instagram bio.

so! there is a bit of confusion about who the red cross supports. i've done some basic googling, and yeah it's pretty vague, so i do understand the confusion. it seems the red cross provides aid to both sides, which has already put me off (in no circumstance would i provide aid to the country enacting a genocide. because remember, it's less-so a conflict and more-so a genocide.) but that's beside the point. as you'll note in the right-most screenshot up above, it's the fundraising for the british red cross (BRC), in particular, that has raised some eyebrows.

so who does the BRC support, then?

there we have it. taken right from their site. i've even taken the liberty to highlight it for you: as it stands, the british red cross provides aid to "israel and occupied palestinian territory.”

what does that mean? well, i'm glad you asked. this leads to my next segment...

the assumptions:

does the BRC support palestine? no.

do they support israel? well, you read their words. it's not the clearest statement in the world, but it's to my understanding that the BRC supports israel, as it clearly subscribes to the zionist sentiment that palestinian land belongs to israel. hence, palestinian occupied territory. zionist rhetoric. now, that doesn't sound like an organization that has the people of palestine's best interests in mind, does it?

"but-but that doesn't make taz a zionist!"

oh, brother. he's donating to pro-israel organizations and encouraging his followers to do the same!! let's get serious here.

there is of course the possibility that he didn't research the charity. that he didn't know what he was promoting. and sure! it's possible. everyone's human. we all make mistakes.

but then he went and tweeted that vague as hell tweet implying that he sides with israel…

if it was an honest mistake; if he stood with palestine, he’d say so. morgan davies did, so let’s not pretend it’s a “protecting his job” move… (expanded on towards the end).

now, since i don't follow him, i don't have the timeline of things, such as when he added the BRC to his bio, or when people started asking him about it, but, i mean. the BRC was in his bio, now it's not. he posted the tweet two days ago, and has since deleted it. maybe it's bad timing, but, i'm not inclined to believe it is.

which leads me to my point that i'm highly suspicious of the taz-riders right now...

especially the ones outright complaining about him getting "canceled" and whatnot.

people use the word “cancel” so loosely now. it’s pretty much lost all meaning. choosing not to support taz skyler for his abysmal political opinions does not equate to him getting “canceled.”

dissing him on twitter does not equate to him getting “canceled.” girl no one is taking his netflix check away—he’s got a bag, he’s got a second season, he’s got his loyal stans: he‘ll come back from this. and honestly, throwing the term “cancel” around is ridiculous when we’re talking about matters like palestinian genocide.

yes, taz might have worded his response poorly under stress. but doesn't it still hold implications? what else can we assume if his response to people accusing him of promoting and funding israel is... we have different opinions, and that's okay 🤍

c'mon taz, you can do a little better than that, can't you?

so that's why i'm confused about why others are confused, regarding the backlash. we, the people, have such little control over the shit that’s happening in the world: of course we’ll exercise what little control that we have…

we’ll choose what we consume and who we monetarily support according to our own values.

people wanna talk about "parasocial relationships" and "putting him on a pedestal," but bae, i promise you, it's nothing personal. from me, at the very least. i was never a rider or a hater of taz, personally. but c'mon. he publicly promoted a pro-israel organization, and then made a vague nothing-tweet in response. backlash is warranted.

maybe you should reconsider why you’re so willing to ride for this man you don’t actually know… if we’re gonna bring up parasocial relationships, and all.

that doesn’t mean i support sending him death threats or doxxing him or anything like that, but i mean... if people have opinions, they're gonna talk 😭 getting called out on twitter is not the end of the world.

anywho. give him the benefit of the doubt if you want. but i think he's made his stance quite clear in his actions and inaction.

if you still want to simp over a man who thinks political neutrality toward genocide is acceptable, go ahead and take the watermelon outta your bio. there's no need for performative activism on this site. just admit to yourself that you're only willing to support palestine until it makes you uncomfortable.

as for support of the OPLA, that is, obviously, up to you. i, for one, won't be streaming it on netflix anytime soon. but, there are some actors in the OPLA who do support palestine, such as morgan davies, who publicly shot down the losers trying to angle that palestine is anti lgbtq+ and therefore does not deserve support (as if intersectionality and queer palestinians don't exist, lord) ...so, this is a nuanced convo and i may change my mind when season 2 rolls around if i feel the pros outweigh the cons. or i'll just follow morgan davies into their next project. whichever feels right.

what i won't do, however, is make this site comfortable for the taz-riders lmaoo, because there were a few too many posts advocating for him than i’m comfortable with from my fellow fans of one piece. one piece, of all fandoms, and we’re divided on the morals and ethics of supporting genocide—good lord— nor will i support anyone else on the OPLA cast who has a terrible take on what’s taking place in palestine. repeat after me, there's no such thing as neutrality when it comes to genocide.

free palestine, today. tomorrow, and the next. class dismissed.

posting this on 1/5/24, 7:00 pm EST. as of right now, taz hasn’t come out with a statement addressing the backlash. but hey! opinions can change and i hope he’ll change mine, for what it’s worth.

#mushy yaps .𖥔 ݁ ˖ #taz skylar #free palestine #this what i do when i have free time i guess #if u disagree with me… argue with the wall tbh

[janyiahsucks-blog]

Rodeo Clown

a lyric fic inspired by rodeo clown by dijon

wc 1.9k

warnings: commitment issues, slight angst, teenagers being stupid

“Well I can't lie, I couldn't wait

But it's half-past eight and you're late again”

This is the fourth time this month miles has been late for one of your “hangouts”  if you can even call them hangouts. They’re more dates than anything. At the moment the two of you are at a stand still in the no man’s land between relationship and friendship but you can’t shake the fact that something is off. Ever since he became spider-man he’s been blowing you off but some of that is slightly expected. Now more than ever though it’s been getting worse. Like you can’t even get a hold of him and he’s always talking about this strange new friend who doesn’t seem to have any name. But you know he knows we all know everyone knows it’s Gwen. The girl he started being friends with right before all of this started. Before what you thought was a life long friendship with a completely unrequited crush turned into so much more. 

“Well, I got those high heels on, and lace

And I spent two or three hours beatin' my face” 

Tonight’s date was supposed to be special it was supposed to be something of an anniversary since the two of you started “talking” (as he called it) six months ago. You spent about two whole hours making yourself look as good as possible. Dressing up to the nines pulling out your favorite products to style your hair and maybe a bit more makeup than usual. But once again he was no where to be found. You whip out your phone and send the fourth text this hour. 

you: hey miles is everything okay? 

you: ur really late now 

you: if you’re not coming can you js tell me that 

you: don’t even bother anymore miles i’m going home. i hope wtv it was is important. 

“So why? Could you explain?

I can't lie, I'm fed up”

Sick and tired were the only words to describe how you felt walking home alone. The ghost of him lingered on the walk as if he was right beside you. But he wasn’t he was undoubtedly most likely somewhere with Gwen. She seemed to be the only topic with him recently. 

“Yeah me and my new friend we had such a fun time when we went there” “Me and my friend swung through here once it was like the highlight of my day.” “My new friend is a little quicker than you so I gotta adjust my pace when we walk together”. Though she was nameless for the past few months he used to address her by name. You never put the face to the name never even met her ,but you knew it was always her.

“I don't like being stood up

And hey, hey

What are you ashamed of?”

The only thought that could cross your mind was. “Why?” What was so wrong with you that you couldn’t be placed on the same pedestal as Gwen. It’s always Gwen this Gwen that but never you. Your name never graces the same smile that hers does. His eyes light up and his voice shifts a pitch when he talks about her. Like that’s his entire world. What is he so ashamed of when he’s with you. He hides you from the world and his parents haven’t even met you. Maybe they met Gwen though. One thing was for sure you couldn’t stand being stood up like this again. 

“So what are you so afraid of?

'Cause you're missin' out

On good, good lovin'”

“You know what if he doesn’t wanna answer me i’ll just call him” You mutter under your breath sighing out of pure frustration. 

After five rings and no answer you hear his voice “Hey it’s Miles” “Finally you’re gonna answer-“ “I’m not at the phone right now probably super busy with a bunch of cool stuff but you can leave a message. Peace” And a long aggravating beep. “If you never wanted something serious that’s all you had to say. You never had to lead me on or leave me stranded at that stupid fancy restaurant lookin all stupid Miles. Go be with that stupid Gwen girl or whatever her name is cause it’s obvious that everything we have ain’t as serious as whatever you have goin with her” Your voice cracks out of pure rage and a little (lot) of sadness. The heavy feeling in your chest returns. “All I wanted to do was love you man” You say to no one in particular just trying to put the thought into the air. Hoping and praying it would relieve some of the tension. 

“You ride those rank bulls and get first place

Eight seconds is all it takes

You got those silver spurs on

And chaps 'round your waist

Calloused hands, and dirt on your face”

You knew all it took to be spider-man. The constant late nights and beatings. Miles would come crawling through the fire escape attached to your window. Bruises and blood seeping through the suit. Patch ups and crying sessions. Either you on his shoulder begging him to be safe. Or him on yours pushing all his problems into the safe atmosphere of your arms. You knew the tolls both mental and physical that it took on him. Never knowing if the scars you see will be the worst of it all. Trying to hold onto the memories the two of you made while he was out protecting the city and putting his life on the line. 

“And hey, hey

I still wear the t-shirt that you gave me”

You finally made your way home unlocking the door and sighing before trudging to your bathroom and washing off all the makeup you took so long on stripping yourself of your cutest outfit. Putting on the shirt Miles left on the floor of your room one night. The one you thought framed him the best but he said it “look way better on you”. Pushed it on you to keep it and he could just wear his hoodie home. Reluctantly you agreed wishing you had something of his to keep you company when he was gone.

“So what are you so ashamed of?

Rodeo could kill ya”

He never really tried to bring up his spider-man duties to you. He thought it would bore you and you didn’t wanna hear some of the gory details of his day to day. You wished you could hear it all though. Just know he’s safe, know nothing out there is trying their hardest to kill him. The job is deadly and you both were fully aware of the topic yet he tried to dance around it. Never fully bringing up the whole word to you to keep you out of danger and him out of a strong headache. You were his safe space and he didn’t wanna invade that with spider-man. He didn’t want what the two of you had to be infected just like every other part of his life. 

“I just wanna kiss ya

But you won't let me near ya

But I'm here all the same”

Lately though it’s like he’s been putting up these walls. Slowly but surely placing the bricks day by day it’s like you get less and less out of him. One week it’s long heartfelt conversations all night the next it’s short one word responses to all of your texts. You just wanted to be there for him more than anything but he won’t let you close enough to do that. All you wanted to do was hold him in your arms and kiss his forehead telling him everything would work out and this is just temporary. You’d be there in all the other ways he would let you though even the smallest ones. 

“At the rodeo, I

Put my face on and smile

And you ride good”

Miles runs his hands through his hair trying not to rip it out of the roots. “Shit shit SHIT” He paces around his room trying to keep himself controlled. He was out on patrol once again forgetting about another date. He made his way home about five minutes ago with a proud smile on his face. He just defeated one of the sickest villains in Brooklyn and got him straight to jail. His smile dropped when he took out his phone and saw around seven notifications from you on his phone. “Oh fuck I’m so fucked”. He knew that keeping up with a “relationship” could be stressful especially as spider-man. But you, you handled it with such grace. Always knowing what to say and do. Being there for him without him having to say a word and nothing made him prouder than parading you around town. Telling all his friends about you and Ganke couldn’t go five minutes without hearing your name. He tried to keep up he really did but he just couldn’t. God he loved you he just really had a funny way of showing it. 

“And I get scared watchin' you

And the crowd gets wild, run to you”

He runs out of his room as soon as he sees all the texts and listens to the voicemail. He barely has enough time to put on his coat as he rushes to your house. A few minutes later he finds himself sprinting up your fire escape. The knocks on your window scared you as you tried to fall asleep. 

“Hey mi amor open the window please” 

You make no efforts to get out of bed and unlock your window and he sees that. 

“Please you gotta let me make this up to you. I’m sorry I swear just lemme explain myself” 

He placed his head against the window as tears start to pool in his eyes. You finally open the window and quickly turn your back to him trying to make some distance between the two of you. 

“So where were you Miles” 

A sigh escapes his lips quickly. “I was out on patrol” 

“With Gwen…” You cut him off quickly. 

“What…No not with Gwen. Why would it matter if I was.” He cocks his head to the side trying to get a grip on what the problem really is. 

“I dunno you just seem to be spending a lot of time with her that’s all.” She shrugs trying to make herself seem nonchalant even though this conversation was killing her on the inside. 

“Is this what this is about. Gwen….Really?” He scoffs.

“Yes Miles I mean you seem to prioritize her over whatever this is. You never even asked me out yet you’ve been taking me on dates and sneaking through my window for months. It’s like this means nothing to you. You’re always so quick to talk her up though. If you really wanna be with her go do it.”

Miles silently crossed the room and wrapped his arms around you placing his head in the crook of your neck. 

“I run to you, I run to you, I run to you

I love you, I love you”

“I’m sorry for letting these thoughts fill up your mind baby. It was never like that with her I swear to you. She’s just my friend someone I can talk to about all my spider-man stuff.

He runs his hands across his face sighing before continuing his speech.

“I love you mi amor. That’s why I’ve been acting like this. I didn’t know how to address it or if you would feel the same way and I was scared. I was so so scared. I’m sorry for letting my emotions get the better of me and not explaining. I’ll do better; I’ll be better. I promise” 

He kisses you on the cheek gently holding you like you could break if he applied any more pressure. 

“Will you let me be your boyfriend” 

sorry for the long ahh fic 💀💀 anyway u should gimme requests and stuff. thankssss

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[joelswritingmistress]

Last Halloween: Chapter 17

Summary: After a tragedy involving Joel happened on Halloween one year prior, the town now shuns him while ignoring the details of the now closed case. You are seemingly the only one to offer empathy to a man the town is making out to be a monster.

Joel Miller x f!reader

Tick. Tick. Tick.

You had never paid attention to the sound of the clock on the wall in Joel's kitchen. Not even for a second. Right then, it was deafening.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Joel lazily proded at some rice to the side of a his barely-touched chicken breast. Each time he brought the fork to his mouth, half the rice cascaded down like a little waterfall back onto the dish before he ate whatever was left. For the first time since you'd known each other, you didn't know what to say; and it appeared as though Joel didn't feel like talking.

The constant ticking made you want to tear the clock off the wall. It reminded you of a bomb with its menacing, repetitive clicks.

"Joel, I'm really sorry about what happened to Ronnie," you told him. "And your bike."

He cut off a corner of the chicken and forked the bite into his mouth with a little thank-you nod.

"They're going to arrest him," you went on. "They have to."

"We'll see about that," Joel said dryly. He rose from where he was seated and wandered to the far side of the kitchen where the refrigerator sat encased in darkness.

Light pooled out onto the floor when Joel opened it up to retrieve a beer. He popped the top, using the top of the counter and a little slam of his hand before tossing the cap into the sink.

"They haven't found him yet." The light from the refrigerator that highlighted where Joel stood slowly crept back into hiding as the door closed shut and all you could really see was his silhouette as he lifted the bottle to his lips.

"They will." Your phone went off and it was another random number that 'just wanted to say hi'. You blocked it.

"Another one," Joel suspected, taking his time to rejoin you at the table.

"Yeah." You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "I just keep forwarding the numbers to Officer Tate."

"She's the only one on that force with a brain." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he placed the beer down beside the cold dish.

"She was really helpful." You sawed into the last bit of your chicken and let out a little sigh.

The ticking returned to the foreground as you sat there together in silence. You looked around to every stray corner of the room and did a double take when you spotted two stray pumpkin seeds near the mat at the back door that had managed to survive the cleanup.

Your chest felt heavy. The night before had been so carefree and light. It was a night you would live a thousand times over if you could. It's funny how drastically the mood can change in twenty-four hours.

"I think you should keep away from me for awhile," Joel said to break the silence. "Until this blows over."

You switched your gaze back to him across the table. "That's really what you want?"

Joel glanced up from where he stared down at his hands folded in his lap. He looked you in the eye. "It's not about what I want. It's about what's smart.. and safe."

"Well, I guess I'll have to play dumb then."

"This is serious."

"Yes, *this* is serious." You motioned back and forth between the two of you.

"You know what I mean." He looked at you more sternly.

"Why do you constantly insist on doing this alone, Joel?"

"Because everyone who associates with me gets hurt." Joel raised his voice just a little. "You. Ronnie." He extended an arm out to the side.

"I'm not hurt." You shook your head.

"Not physically," he added. "Not yet."

Your phone went off again and you rolled your eyes and slammed it upside down on the table.

Joel's eyes glanced at the device and then back to you. "See what I mean?"

"Okay, so I'll just go home and deal with all of this by myself in my room."

"At least you'll be safe there."

"Will I?" You were borderline shouting now. "Will I, Joel? Because last I checked that flyer was in my home mailbox. It was also at my work. If they want to do something to me, they can whether I'm there or here."

"They'll leave you alone if you're not with me."

"You don't know that!"

A loud crash made you jump out of your seat and you rushed to Joel's side as he did the same and pulled you against him. He then positioned his body in front of yours.

"What the fuck was that?" You breathed heavy and walked a step behind Joel, clutching him as you both rounded the corner into the living room.

The picture window behind the couch had been shattered. Jagged glass was scattered about the living room, and a brick wrapped in paper with words scribbled on it sat on the hardwood floor just in front of the fireplace.

A menacing, jovial voice could be heard from outside. "Jooooeeeel."

"Stay here," he shouted, retrieving one of the tools to stoke the fire with before rushing out the door and slamming it behind him.

It all happened so fast, leaving you inside to attempt to process what was happening. You decided not to listen to him and ran out onto the porch after him.

"Go inside!" Joel shouted at you this time as he took the stairs off the porch into the secluded front yard.

"Joel! Come back!" You shouted back. "Please, come back!"

His shoulders seemed to broaden as he huffed out loud, looking around the yard with the fire stoker in one hand.

"Come on!" Joel shouted. "You fucking cowards!"

"Joooeeeel," the same voice taunted from somewhere in the darkness. It sounded echoey and dreamlike, cutting his name into two syllables.

"Joel!" You shouted his name again and went to run toward him. At the same time someone emerged from the tree line wearing a pumpkin headed mask. The abrupt nature of it made you scream

At the same time two more emerged from the opposite side of the house wearing similar style masks, only one looked like an ugly green witch and another a vintage, rubber skeleton.

The two of you looked from side to side.

"Happy Halloween Jooooeeel," the pumpkin head greeted.

"Leave us alone!" You shouted. "Vic Champagne!"

All three of them erupted into a chorus of laughter.

You reached a hand into the pocket of your sweatshirt and discreetly hit the passcode on your phone before managing to blindly dial 9-1-1. You used your phone so much that you were almost certain that your fingers hit the correct places on the screen.

Without drawing attention to yourself, your thumb tapped the red button at the bottom and you kept it hidden between your hands in the front, oversized pouch.

"What you gunna do with that fire poker?" The witch asked in a muffled, male voice. He laughed right after and slowly paced his way toward Joel with almost no urgency.

Without truly knowing if the 9-1-1 operator had picked up, you just start rattling off Joel's address over and over again. It caused two of the three assailants to look in your direction.

Joel was to focused on the witch, who continued to pursue him with an eerie patience.

"Shut up!" Shouted Pumpkinhead. You knew from his voice this time that it was Vic behind that mask. Still, you didn't obey as you prayed someone was actually on the other end of the line.

Finally, you pulled the phone from your pocket and felt a small hint of relief amidst the immediate panic. The call had gone through and you brought it to your ear.

"Help! We need help at the address I gave you." You panicked, not actually knowing what their intentions were. "We have three intruders-"

The phone was knocked away from your hand by the skeleton who you hadn't seen charging at you from the right side. When you went sprawling to the ground Joel shouted out a string of profanities and ran toward you, only to be tackled from behind by the witch.

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[zepp-l1n]

A Good Gamble

Pairing: Jesper Fahey x GN!reader

summary: a few jokes lead to the (partial) reveal of romantic feelings. fic type - fluff, friends to (future/not yet stated) lovers warning - guns are mentioned once, but other than that, none word count - 936 a/n: I actually really enjoyed writing this one, and hope you guys like it as much as I do :)

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Jesper had one job. Kaz had simply asked him to watch the door, just as he usually did. And yet here Jesper was, sitting at one of the many tables being used for gambling.

Kaz wasn't surprised when he saw his sharp shooter at the table instead of guarding his post. He had expected it to happen in all honesty - hence why he put (Y/N) on 'Jesper duty'.

They were currently stationed at the bar, with a direct view of their friend. He had been there for around a hour, gambling an amount of kruge only saints could guess. Good kruge that could've been used on groceries, rent at the slat, or a new hat. (Y/N) glanced up from the bar towards Kaz, who was sitting at a table in the far back of the Crow Club. He sent them a small nod - the decided signal that it was time for (Y/N) to step in.

(Y/N) finished the few drinks they were passing out, and made their way out from behind the bar. It didn't take them long to make their way over to Jesper, nor did it take him long to register their presence. "Ah! (Y/N), my dear friend!" he chucked. "Come to watch me win?"

"Quite the opposite, Jes. I've been given orders to cut you off." they grinned at him as they spoke. One of their hands slid across his arm, beginning to pull him away from the table.

"And who ordered that task?" Jesper joked while attempting to release himself from their grasp. Of course Jesper knew the answer to that already - he had felt Kaz's unpleasant gaze on him for the past 20 minuets - but he needed something to say to distract his fellow crow from their task.

"Nobody other than Kazzle Dazzle himself." they smirked. "Now, c'mon before he decides to bring you back to your position himself." Jesper looked up at his friend, watching as the dim light highlighted just the right areas of their face, then let his mouth form into a pout. "No, don't give me that look. You no it won't wok."

"Oh, come on (Y/N)! Just a few more rounds!" he practically begged. By this point a few of the men at the table Jesper was gambling at had stared to get rowdy - groaning and complaining about the two crows. (Y/N) quickly shut them up by flashing the gun holstered on the hip at them.

(Y/N) sighed, re-adjusting their grip on his arm. "How about this, I let you do one more round. But, if you loose, again, you have to get back to you job."

"And what do I get if I win?" he asked.

They shrugged. "I take your shift, and you get to loose more money."

"I don't know. I'm a gambling man, sweetheart. You're gonna have to offer up more." Jesper leaned forward, challenging (Y/N)'s confident stance.

In retaliation they crossed their arms, and narrowed their eyes at the sitting sharp shooter. "A kiss."

(Y/N)'s focused gaze quickly faltered as their face lightly flushed. "What?"

"Y'know, a smooch? A peck? A little canoodle-"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Saints, fine." they answered.

Jesper's joking attitude suddenly turned into a serious and smug one. He turned back towards the table, facing each of the unhappy gamblers, and moved a stack of kruge into the middle of the table. "All right boys, get ready to loose." (Y/N) let out a small snort at the comment before turning around, grabbing a chair from another table, and bringing it right next to Jesper's.

The round went as following; Jesper started out well. He didn't brag too much, kept a decent poker face, and make carful decisions when placing his cards. His lead lasted long enough for (Y/N) to become worried about their prior deal, but like usual, it all came crashing down eventually.

Jesper got proud of himself to early, and didn't think his next few plays all the way through, causing a man on the other side of the table to take his win. "Well then, Jes, seems like you've gotta get back to work." (Y/N) chuckled.

Jesper looked over at them, and smiled softly. "Yeah, yeah. I'm going." he laughed back. He stood up from the chair he previously occupied, and pushed it back in it's place before glancing back at the fellow crow. "In case you finish your shift before or after I do, goodnight my dear, and sleep well. Try to dream of me." he said, returning to his usual joking self.

Before he could walk away, (Y/N) reached forwards, grabbing the lapels of his jacket. He glanced down at them confused. (Y/N) shrugged before answering. "I know you didn't win, but you still did pretty good, so-" they cut themself off by pulling him down, and placing a kiss on his cheek. "Better luck next time I guess. And hey, maybe then you'll get a real kiss." They then pulled away from Jesper and let go of his jacket. The crow patted Jesper's shoulder twice, and then walked back in the direction of the bar.

A dopey grin grew on Jesper's face, as he watched them leave. "Huh." he joyfully muttered to himself. A small laugh left his mouth uncontrollably. Jesper turned around, making eye contact with their boss, who had witnessed the whole interaction, and sent him a sly wink. He didn't wait for Kaz's response before making his way to the door, walking the entire time with a new pep in his step.

#six of crows x reader #reader insert #shadow and bone x reader #grishaverse #six of crows imagine #six of crows #jesper fahey #jesper fahey x reader #kit young

[daisywords]

rereading Fairest bc I have my own copy now (yay $2.50 at a used bookstore!) and so far it's as lovely as I remember

but anyway I do like how Aza's "ugliness" is characterized by people actually treating her badly because of it. People talk about the stereotype of YA protagonists being like "oh poor me I'm so ugly" in an attempt to make them relatable but the narrative actually treats them like they are gorgeous and every character that isn't a villain finds them attractive.

Vs. here it's like. yeah her self perception is all tied up in cultural ideas of beauty and she's definitely not objective either, and a lot of what she thinks is inherent to her ugliness is all wrapped up her related social anxiety, etc.

but! It's very refreshing to see a book that deals so much with beauty standards actually commit to it! It's not like she's just vain and obsessed with looks! You can tell she wants to be beautiful because she wants to be treated like a person! The way it is just that blatant! Most people are rude to her or ignore her! And she makes it worse in her head and compounds the problem by letting her own insecurity draw attention to herself, but at the end of the day, she's right! People would treat her better if she looked different!

The details that we get about her appearance are not even "ugly" traits, either! Like we get the pale skin, black hair, red lips combo pulled directly from the traditional Snow White fairy tale, where those traits are supposed to be beautiful and desirable! But in this culture, apparently those traits are a part of her ugliness, which just perfectly highlights how the beauty standards are inherently arbitrary! And yet! They affect her life in real ways! It doesn't matter much how we, the reader, picture her; we believe that she is ugly because people treat her like she is!

Anyway I especially love how her insecurity regarding her size is portrayed. The combo of feeling small and meek and timid on the outside but being large and imposing on the outside. She feels like she takes up too much space. She doesn't want to wear anything at all attention grabbing. She doesn't know what to do with her limbs. Her biggest fear about demonstrating her magical singing trick is that she would have to show people how she moves her stomach (the horror!)

anyway everyone ever should read Fairest. I could write 12.5 dissertations on it. fantasy books for 12-year-old girls are the most serious fiction in the world actually

#gail carson levine #fairest #daisyreads #anyway what I'm saying is there's a reason why I kept coming back to this book as a very shy girl with a large frame #ough the way her sister is like ''and your eyes are gorgeous'' #the kind of conditional compliments. and they way people including her family that loves her acknowledge the pragmatic aspects #like yeah let's have you avoid the customer facing tasks. you could get famous with your singing if you were better looking #anyway. like being told irl when trying on clothes ''well what matters is if you feel confident'' #thanks! that's what you say to ugly people! #(for the record I do not think I'm particularly ugly. I am pretty average imo) #but I do think that I would be perceived differently in a lot of ways if I were prettier! (and smaller! oof) #and it's nice to have that acknowledged as a real thing in fiction #instead of assuring us that the protag isn't perfect looking but giving her all the pretty privileges anyway #wow I had more to say abt this than i thought lol

[endollvors]

Mal Autonomy Manifesto

She's doing Very bad, for the record.

This is just the highlights of D2, because if I did everything we'd be here forever.

The movie starts with Ways to be Wicked which is canonically a stress daydream Mal's having after being cornered against a statue by a large group of adult press who are actively breaking the law by being there. And they refuse to leave the premises until an authority figure makes them.

Then she's immediately grabbed by the wrist and dragged away for a dress fitting by Evie. We'll get into the fitting in a second but Dark shout out to this moment in the movie Novelization

"Yeah," said Mal, nodding. In a way, she was strangely relieved. More time to rest, she thought. Keeping up this act is exhausting. [...] Evie grabbed Mal's arm and spun her around. Mal cried out in surprise. "If we don't do a fitting for your ball gown right this minute, you'll be dancing in your bathrobe," Evie told Mal. "Bye, Ben," She added as she deftly dragged Mal away. There goes my nap.

At the fitting, the appointment intended to make sure a garment actually, you know, fits, Mal says that the dress it too tight, that she can't Breathe in it. Evie dismisses this concern out of hand. She can breathe after Cotillion.

The secret to fitting in, the book that Evie(veteran of 15 years of fucked up princess training) disparages her for using magic to read is about Courtly Etiquette by the way.

Mal broaches the subject of wanting some of the freedom the Isle provided. "Don't you ever miss running wild and breaking all the rules?" I miss being in charge of my schedule and Evie says "No, We're Auradon girls now." and drags her around the room. "We can be whatever we want to be here." She says. Interesting then, how little what Mal wants matters.

Mal tries to get to class and is stopped by Jane, who immediately launches into a barrage of questions she is uninterested in and unprepared to answer. She attempts to leave, stating both that she is busy, on a time crunch to get to her classes, and that she trusts Jane to pick what's best. Jane ignores this, grabs her arm again, and keeps her there until she answers, regardless of the cost to Mal.

Mal learns that there are aspects to attending Cotillion with Ben that she was unaware of. These are serious, affect her life in the long term, and Everyone knew but her. She's visibly surprised and upset. She asks if her whole life has been planned out in front of her without her say so. Signs point to yes.

Ben interrupts her at her locker. She says she doesn't have time. She has to get to class. Seriously, she's going to be late. Ben grabs her by the arm, "No, come this way." And drags her over to give her his present.

Mal is chased into the boys dorm by a barrage of reporters. They are still trespassing. They are inside the building. Love that. She's clearly visibly stressed, Carlos calms her like a spooked horse and she has an outburst. She says that people are following her everywhere, that there's so much she can't say for proprieties sake. She asks, "Don't you ever miss screaming at people and just making them run away from you?" I miss setting boundaries. Carlos says of course not, do you have the magical gummy that I asked for? Mal asks if he's really committed to telling the truth because she can't be honest without fearing being literally deported. She then shares, halfway to hyperventilating that, at this point, its not particularly unappealing. At least this all would stop, right? Carlos ignores this.

(Denouement, I'm not gonna defend the everything about this but know that I interpret the Spell thing as her trying to undo her mistake, literally turn back the clock so it never happened and isn't considering that she's mind wiping him. This is what she does when she does something wrong. Late to class etc. Like, it's still fucked but you know comprehensible. Adding that he frames her using magic as taking the easy way, like she hasn't looked 40 seconds from curling up in a ball and shivering like a hypothermic kitten all day, and that's with the magic.)

Mal leaves. She packs a bag and writes a letter and goes to the Isle under her own power. Ben follows her, convinced that the fight is the only reason that she would do this, and that he can track her down and talk to her and that everything will be fixed. The others help him do this.

So, he shows up, she physically recoils from him, cries, asks him multiple times to leave her alone, to go back to Auradon without her. he says this. Which is my number one least favorite Ben line of all time. "The people love you, I love you, don't you love me?"

I'm just gonna mention here that Mal never actually agrees on screen to go back to Auradon, she just gets in the car after Ben calls for her.

Ben asks if she wants to cancel Cotillion. She doesn't answer the question.

Girl talk is a mess of a scene. It will be it's own post bc it makes me INsane. But the relevant bit is that she describes her problem as the pressure to be perfect, to be something completely different than she's been her whole life up to now, and under constant scrutiny to maintain an act that exhausts her. Everybody else in the circle reassures her that Ben loves her, Not actually the problem she mentioned but ok, and tell her to attend Cotillion no matter what.

Evie tells her to go if she’s up for it, immediately after saying she’s going to take the some of her extremely limited time that afternoon to alter her dress. Jay told her to go, to try one more time as a condition of the relief they had already denied her.

When she arrives at Cotillion, Evie asks how she's doing and Mal says she feels like she's gonna throw up Evie says, "That's ok, That's fine. We're all here for you."

On the way out the door, Mal is grabbed again, stopped by the Former King and Queen, so they can apologize, and offer their explanations, immediately.

Jane and Lumiere block off the top of the staircase to prevent Mal from being able to escape before they can show her something.

Like. ok. Ben loves her, so what?

It can’t save her. If she could have been saved it wouldn’t have gotten to that point. She wouldn’t have run away, been followed, been emotionally blackmailed, been brought back, been told to go to Cotillion anyway. She wouldn’t be Engaged to be Engaged to be Engaged.

#mal bertha #mal descendants #disney descendants #unhinged descendants opinions #as promised #descendants 2

[anamericangirl]

I recall a fair bit ago I sent an ask regarding antisemitism within Christianity and I feel I should expand on that. Now a fairly popular right wing Christian blogger I see plastered all over most if not all Christian pages on tumblr is a user called jesuspilled. Hmm. Let's take a look at his posts...

Well, that's...certainly something.

Hmm. Interesting.

And I don't even know where to begin with this.

I've also noticed another fairly popular Christian blogger that user jesuspilled shares from frequently and many Christian users share from too called Naturalrights-retard.

Let's see what he posts!

Uh-huh.

That's a yikes from me.

That's not all I found either. I found plenty of equally vile blogs. All Christian and all unashamed of their hatred of Jews. So why has no one called them out on it? I see you and others calling out leftists on antisemitism, rightfully so. But I've yet to see a single Christian call these people out. I thought Christians weren't antisemitic? Why is no Christian stepping up? Wouldn't the Christian thing to do be say "Hey, that's not what Christ represents" or "you're spreading hatred". All I see is silence. If you're calling out leftists, you should be devoting just as much to condemning the antisemitism from your own side too. If these people really do not represent the majority of Christians, I don't see why so many still endorse these two among many others like them.

Are you serious right now? The majority of vile antisemitism is coming from the left right now so I, and many other people who are calling it out, are focusing on where it is most prominent.

But it doesn't count unless we go after two specific meme posters on Tumblr?

Yeah, those posts are awful and I strongly disagree with them but those are two users I consider fairly irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. They post memes. Some I agree with some I don't but that's what it's like for the majority of people on Tumblr. I don't call out everyone I disagree with on everything all the time.

Some posts I've made regarding the prominent antisemitism going around have even been direct responses to posts I've seen from the second user you highlighted but I really don't think you're being fair here.

I've seen more christian bloggers calling out antisemitism than I see engaging in it and excuse us for focusing on where it's most prominent and most relevant instead of those two bloggers. The majority of the time when I'm talking about antisemitic things I've seen I don't even know the religion of the person who committed the offense so they could very well be christians.

Yes, antisemitism is bad regardless of what side its on. Those users do not represent the majority of christians. No one Christian does. Some Christians are antisemitic, but antisemitism is not biblical and it's not godly. I've never denied there are antisemitic Christians what I deny is that Christianity is an antisemitic religion because it's not in line with Christ's teachings.

If it means that much to you then fine I can go say something to those blogs specifically but I would hope your impression would be formed more by the fact that most of the christian bloggers (at least the ones I see) are condemning antisemitism rather than engaging in it even if we don't personally address every single antisemitic blogger that crosses our dashboard.

#answered

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 1

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Pairing: Syverson x ofc

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?"

Series warning: Eventual smut, for now, fluffy mcflufferson.

Word count: 900

A/N: Remind me to never promise @keanureevesisbae anything ever again. (Just kidding hun, I'm actually super grateful for the fun li'l Sy prompt ❤️😏)

There's gonna be mistakes, because I had to make this a quick one...

“Hi! You must be Sy!” God, this man was tall – at least 6’ to your 5’1. And he smelled good – why did he have to smell good? You didn’t have time for a man! You were just here as a favor to your friend. How did she know this guy, anyway? He looked older than you, early thirties to your mid-twenties.

“Yeah, hey. Lara, right?”

“Yes!” It was just one drink, you just had to keep it up for one drink.

One drink turned into two, into three, and eventually into four. You were in serious trouble here. Sy was easy to talk to, had a good job, he was easy on the eyes, and the fact that the stitches of the shirt he was wearing were clearly only hanging on by the grace of God did not hurt, either. The two of you talked about anything and everything; his job, your studies, family, pets, you name it. You learned he grew up on his granddad’s ranch in Texas, and that he would really love to own a home with enough land someday to have his own horses again – which led you to have a hard time concentrating for the next ten or so minutes while your brain decided it was very necessary to imagine this burly cowboy on a horse. It wasn’t. Really. You could have done without that mental image. At least until you got home.

And then, the ‘check, please’-moment. He was annoyingly insistent on paying, and absolutely wasn’t going to go along with your idea of splitting. Sy even went as far as saying that ‘going Dutch’ was a completely ridiculous idea, especially on a first date, but you paid him no mind. You can take the girl out of the Netherlands, but you can’t take the Netherlands out of the girl. Nevertheless, your little kerfuffle about who was paying lead to you blurting out a combination of words you’d never heard yourself say in any dating-related context: “Next one’s on me, then.”

“Next one, huh?” Sy smiled as if he approved of the idea. “I might have to get my hands on your number, then.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. That was not an actual question, and if this guy wanted your number he was going to have to do a lot better than this.

“’Course I could ask Julie, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind, since she so kindly set us up today, but I’d rather get it from you directly. What do you think?”

“I think, Sy, that you need to be a little more to the point,” you replied to what you considered the most cumbersome way of asking someone for their phonenumber. Ever.

“Can I get your number, Sugar?” You pretended to contemplate your answer for a while, which didn’t sit very well with Sy. He took a step closer to you and repeated his question slower and in a lower register, both of which highlighted his accent in the cutest way. It was also vaguely threatening, which your body reacted to in ways you couldn’t describe as anything other than high treason.

“Y-yes,” you stammered as you felt a blush creep from under the collar of your blouse.

“Thank you.” Sy suddenly smiled and the threatening air that had surrounded him a second ago, was gone immediately. “May I walk you to your car?”

“Julie was going to pick me up,” you said without thinking about it.

“Well in that case,” Sy chuckled, “may I offer you a ride home?” You were going to kill Julie. Oh, well. She absolutely would have come and pick you up if the date had been a disaster. And you guessed she knew Sy well enough to know he wasn’t a total creep.

“That would be great, thank you, Sy.”

You talked some more on the way home, which wasn’t long, but you’re pretty sure you took a detour or two on the way there. Since you hadn’t been living here for too long, you couldn’t be completely certain. When you arrived at your house, you secretly hoped for just one more detour. Luckily, Sy got out of his truck to open your door for you, and insisted on walking you to the house. Sy squinted at you, clearly debating whether or not he should say something about the state of the house he was dropping you off at. Eventually he seemed to decide that whatever he had to say probably wasn’t something you didn’t already know.

“I had a great time tonight, Sy,” you said as you hugged him goodbye on the porch.

“Me too, Sugar,” Sy replied with a friendly hint of mischief in his eyes, “mind if I kiss ya?” You let him know that you didn’t mind at all. As his lips came closer and your eyes slowly fell shut, it felt like the ground disappeared from beneath you. Because it did. Fuck! The floorboards of the porch had finally given out. Luckily, Sy was more than capable of keeping you upright and unharmed. He laughed as he put you back down in a place that looked sturdier than the one you were in before, and he pressed a swift but sweet kiss on your cheek. “Ma’am, if you need any repairs on this death-trap of a house of yers, you’ve got my number.”

#syverson fanfiction #syverson x ofc #captain syverson #captain syverson fanfiction #syverson #syverson fic

[sassy-radio-hazbin-queen]

My favorite line from each Hazbin episode including pilot.

Pilot

Alastor - And what can you do for me my effeminate fellow.

Angel- I can suck your dick

Alastor 😮 HA NO.

Angel- Your loss. ( Zips pants)

Overture

Adam- You want drummer dick, I'm fucking Adam, I'm the original dick, all dicks descend from me.

Video killed the radio star

Angel - ( reading a script)I'm a bad man who never got enough hugs, where's an innocent kid i can sell crack to? " Who wrote this?

Charlie- It's great right, keep going ".

Scrambled eggs.

Camilla - Alastor. 🤨

Alastor - Yes I know I've been absent for some time I'm sure youve all been wondering.

Camilla - Not really

Alastor 😑.

Camilla - But welcome back in any case.

Alastor ( in mind ) this bitch. 😂😂

Masquerade

Valentino - Ahh princess Charlotte what can I do for such lovely specimen. ( Licks arm)

Charlie - No thank you

Valentino - you don't want to role do you cause I can make us Richer than your papito.

Charlie - Fuck NOOOOOOOOOOO

Dad beat dad

Ps I think we can all agree this is the best line in the episode

Lucifer- Well I can see why Charlie called it the Hazbin hotel 😂😂😂.

Alastor - 😂 it was actually my idea.

Lucifer - Well it's not very clever.

Alastor - Aha ( gets in Lucifer face) FUCK YOU

Welcome to Heaven

Charlie - Well what do you think it takes to get to heaven

Sera- Adam

Adam- Ok give me a minute bitch ( writes something down and sends to to Vaggie)

Vaggie ( reading) " Don't steal, don't lie stick it to the man" puts paper down. " Are you fucking serious"!?

Hello Rosie

This whole scene.

Rosie- You need to convince all of them and there's one in particular.

Alastor ( ears pinned back) ugh 😩 Susan.

Rosie - Susan who's kinda of a

Alastor - Onary old bitch.

Rosie - That but win her over and the rest is yours

( too much words so I'm skipping a bit)

Susan - Boo bring Rosie back.

Charlie - Susan

Alastor and Rosie- Susan 😑.

After getting interrupted constantly by Susan 😑.

Charlie - FUCK YOU, YOU OLD BITCH

And Finale.

Can we just say the entire scene of Adam fighting Alastor while Vox watches 😂😂😂😂😂.

Highlights include

Vox - Oh yeah I am so hard right now.

Alastor - Adam first man next to die.

Adam- Who are you

Alastor - Alastor pleasure to be meeting you quite a pleasure I'm about to end your fucking life.

Adam - Radio is fucking dead.

Alastor- What just happened Fffuck

Vox - Aha FUCK YOU ALASTOR AHHAAAA THIS IS BETTER THAN SEX.

( he definitely slept on the couch that night just saying 🤣🤣)

Alastor - Hate to disagree with you there, radios not dead yet but it is ending this broadcast.

Vox - NOOOO FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU PUSSY.

and those are my favorite lines from the episodes.

#hazbin hotel

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Okay okay last one;

These three group songs were probably my favourites, specially when it came to the lyrics because of the way they highlighted the brothers' relationships with each other?

Also loved listening to Belphie's cutesy and almost childish voice & Satan's serious and mature one singing about giving Lucifer hell. Absolutely perfect. 0 notes.

And then when they just reluctantly start talking about how they kind of actually appreciate Lucifer????

What kind of trap should we set up, this and that, he's back

This story is stranger than fiction, bookmark tucked, continue to decode next

At the end, I depend on you. You know it anyway, right?

Icy face, annoying man

But I probably can't hate that part of you too

Even the gentleness that's born from pain

I guess I also understand it

I'm no match for you, but-

Today's another day of planning pranks. Just imagining the scene makes me happy

Belphie's lines are soft and feel somewhat wistful? - resigned to the fact that yeah he does understand and appreciate Lucifer. Which makes sense because there was a time where Belphie was very open about how much he loves Lucifer and he does think back on that time with something like longing, now. So he'd be more likely to understand and accept the way he feels about Lucifer below the surface level of what he shows in the present.

Meanwhile, Satan sounds annoyed and reluctant. He also, obviously, loves and, to an extent, even understands Lucifer but doesn't like confronting it

I love how they jump to singing about playing pranks again, as if they got a bit too honest about their feelings and a bit too deep in their introspection about Lucifer and needed to change the topic to something that's easier

"The I'm not match for you, but-" line is especially interesting because it comes between these two parts of the song that convey significantly different emotions from each other - the quiet introspective part and the peppy surface level part.

It could very well fit in with the peppy surface level part and so mean "you're stronger than us and so our pranks won't work but we'll still keep trying because they make us happy" but the way it's sung, the tone of it, and the way the "but-" doesn't feel like a continuation to the next line but rather the next line feels like it jumped in and cut off what would have really come after the "but-" because they were getting too honest - makes that line feel something more like "I'll never live up to you/your standards/your being"

<- which is a feeling that we've seen the others struggle with as well (Asmo and Mammon mention it explicitly, Beel implies it and context clues also point to it, Levi has never said he has a problem with living up to Lucifer specifically but given that he has issues with everyone's expectations and given what Lucifer is just generally like, it's not farfetched to assume Levi also feels similarly)

Anyway didn't expect a song to give me Feelings™ I'm not doing well

Rock On (Lucifer & Mammon)

Trigger (Levi, Asmo & Beel)

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me! #shall we date? obey me! #swd obey me #obey me satan #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me lucifer #obey me! satan #obey me! lucifer #obey me! belphie #obey me! belphegor #om! satan #om! lucifer #om! belphie #om! belphegor #swd satan #swd lucifer #swd belphie #swd belphegor #shall we date satan #shall we date lucifer #shall we date belphie #shall we date belphegor #om satan #om lucifer #om belphie #om belphegor #obey me song

[itsclydebitches]



I know the season isn't even out yet but just looking I'm already breaking out in hives. It feels like its overcompensating: "Step right up, ladies and gentlemen we got talking animals, magical cats, a land of candy and absolutely no concern for the main plot! Is this distracting enough for you? Do you like all these bright colours and shiny new things? You've heard of a filler episode, right? Well, get ready for a filler season! Welcome to the next season of rwby, everyone!"

For me personally, the frustrating thing is that I like all these ideas on their own, but I don’t think they’re working for RWBY, especially right now. You want to do an Alice in Wonderland inspired arc? It should be bright and colorful and weird! But that all severely undermines the horror of our previous Volume, so maybe don't do that after the Everything of last season. You want your characters to have the time and opportunity to develop, focusing on introspective questions instead of the action-packed main plot? Sure, go for it, but maybe not at the height of the series' conflict, nine years into the story. I want to shove a basic plot diagram at the writers and point out that they’re interrupting a steady climb towards the climax with... this. There’s a reason why they’re filler episodes, singular, separated events that provide a needed break from the action without derailing it completely. A whole season---especially one that’s shorter than is now average and coming late---is a serious problem for RWBY's pacing and, frankly, makes it look like the writers are stalling while they figure out how the heroes can win when the story has done nothing to prepare them for that monumental challenge. Either that, or we're stretching RT's flagship story out as long as possible. Insert the plea not to pirate here.

And I know, I know, the Volume isn’t out yet and trailers can be misleading, but I’m honestly concerned that there’s nothing here about the main conflict. I have no doubt that the characters will come out of this experience having #LearnedSomething (whether we end up agreeing with their development is another matter entirely), but the trailer makes it seem like it will be a generic confidence boost (Ruby reasserts her desire to help people as the hero), rather than a concrete step towards defeating Salem. There’s no mention of the Relics, the Gods, magic they can use as a weapon, no hint that she’ll improve her silver eyes, or that what’s happening in Vacuo will be anything more than a pre-Volume 10 cliffhanger. What questions does the trailer/the events of Volume 8 imply that Volume 9 will tackle?

Will Ruby regain her confidence after this tragedy?

Will they find Jaune?

Will they regain/reforge their lost weapons?

Will they make it home?

What does all this equal? A reset. The trailer presents this as a Volume where the girls work to get back to exactly where they were at the end of Volume 8: back in Remnant, back with their weapons, back together, back fighting Salem, back to their confident selves. If the only goal is to get home, then yeah, this is literally filler. This entire Volume may exist not to forward the story proper, but to provide a lot of fluff content (like the humor) until what little plot there is gets them back to where they were 2+ years ago. Now, the writer in me DOES expect them to come away with something that will forward the plot, simply because I can’t imagine crafting a whole Volume that doesn’t, but the lack of insight into what that might be---do they meet the Gods? Get new powers? Learn a secret about Salem??---is one of the reasons why I think this is a badly constructed trailer.

And as I mentioned in a separate post, I really do find the lack of action to be odd. Someone responded that RWBY is more than its action sequences and yes, of course, but RWBY is, first and foremost, a combat show. I already laid out the ways previous trailers highlighted the girls’ battles that Volume (even if it’s only those in the first few episodes) and if you look at ANY ‘Best Of’ list, you’ll find nothing but the fights. When you think "RWBY" do you really picture the silly humor in between the fights...or do you think Nevermore, Apathy, Qrow vs. Tyrian, RWBY vs. Paladin, Ironwood vs. Watts, the White Fang, the Hound, etc. Beyond the combat being the most memorable of all RWBY's content, RWBY simply doesn’t exist without its fights. I don’t mean that in a “Monty originally created it to choreograph cool battles, but it’s grown so much since then” way, I mean it in a plot-focused “Our story is about a group of girls going to school to learn how to fight, and they fight grimm, and they fight an extremist group, and then they fight an immortal witch, and they fight her goons, and sometimes they fight each other, and the strongest fighters fight with magic, and when they’re not fighting they’re doing adjacent fighting things like training, taking care of weapons, traveling to the next fight, engaging in politics avoid fights but oops, that failed so now they're fighting again” way. Remove the combat from RWBY and all you’ve got is a disconnected collection of domestic moments/jokes more suitable to a drabble collection than a professional story. RWBY might have a non-combat framework that helps hold it together, but that doesn't mean that combat isn't still 99% of the story's focus and the draw for the audience.

All of which is just to emphasize that if our trailer is a) not giving us any conflict beyond “Get back to where we were in Volume 8” and b) not highlighting the combat that RWBY is built on, then it really does feel like filler in a literal sense. I know we made jokes about this a year back, but right now Volume 9 feels like RWBY’s beach episode. No, not because of Jaune landing on an island with a bunch of girls, but because, like the classic beach episode, our trailer presents this as an interlude where the primary plot remains fairly static and the characters engage in activities that contrast their normal routine. Here’s Haruhi and her friends leaving the host club behind to hang in a water park until they go home. Here’s Team RWBY leaving Remnant to explore a Wonderland until they go home. I know we need to wait to see what the tone of the whole Volume actually is, but even the humor of the trailer feels filler-y to me. In that---as you say, anon---it seeks to distract the audience all on its own, rather than occurring naturally among more plot-focused moments. (Like, for example, Weiss bemoaning the fact that she's never going to sleep again while they try to figure out how to help Mantle). Filler episodes often ignore the plot (and its accompanying worries) to make space for the lighthearted character interactions. Now here come the butt jokes, arm tug-of-wars, and purple raccoons.

Clearly the Volume will at least be tackling Ruby’s doubts---something I SO want to go well---but if the tone skews too lighthearted... yeah. Filler. Honestly, if the Volume does fail to sufficiently engage with Volume 8’s tragedies, I fully expect the fandom to start talking about how the girls deserved a fun, wacky Wonderland trip after everything they've been through, the same way we got a strong cry that they needed to rest in the mansion with tea while the rest of the Kingdom was falling to grimm. Potential filler will likely be seen as something earned by the protagonists (as if they were real people with real needs), rather than a writing mistake.

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

[flightfoot]

An ask to see if I'm crazy, wrong, or maybe I'm right...

I like the love square. I write the love square. I came into 5 all set to love adrienette finally sailing. It even rolled decently for several episodes! I didn't fuss about the kiss(it's comedic effect) the ladynoir/Marichat felt a bit rushed but I rolled with it. They've only got a season right?

Then Derision dropped and Marinette turned into a trauma victim. Like/Dislike it, canonically they want the take away to be Marinette=Trauma and Adrien=Trauma trigger.

So that's... a thing. Like, a 'Maybe you should put it all on hold and take care of that with actual professional help' things. It's... possible to overlook because setting but it's uncomfortable.

Then we go further along, with Adrien's lack of autonomy, and his struggle to find himself being highlighted, along with the actual abuse angle being a focus.

Then we get his letter in confrontation and in *isolation* it's so cute right? A couple in love! But, in context... 'I don't know what I want but I want Marinette'(paraphrase) and Marinette, Marinette, Marinette, *right* at the same time he's struggling to free himself from his father... It just takes me back to Wishmaker 'I always wanted to be what my parents wanted me to be.'

Adrien's been living his whole life for other people, and now he's just switching his parents for Marinette. I know it's supposed to be love and he's choosing as opposed to being forced but... the boy is still acting exactly in line with his damage, and in perfect proximity to the crisis he's having with that damage at home.

It's another 'Hey... maybe put this on hold and therapy?' moment, stacked on top of the Marinette moment. I want these kids happy and healthy, I want to enjoy seeing them flourish, but the way it's set up I just keep seeing red flags and *the show itself is highlighting these red flags* it just doesn't seem to want us to apply them outside of very specific terms and... that's just such a bad read on how trauma works and affects people.

So maybe this was more ramble than ask but.. I don't know what to do. I'll hopefully get to enjoy the heck out of Adrienette in the Movie since it seems like another angle for both of them.

Got any advice aside from 'Don't take it too seriously?' since S5 seems to want to be serious?

Hm. Yeah, that is an issue. These kids have always had some trauma (especially Adrien), but season 5 has highlighted it even more. As much as I've been having fun with the whole "Adrien doesn't know what he wants in life, but he knows he loves Marinette"... yeah when you actually dig into the reasons WHY Marinette is the only thing he's sure of, it's pretty sad. It's not just that he loves Marinette that much - though he does - but also that she's the one thing in his life that he IS sure of, a point of stability for him.

And yeah, like you pointed out, in Wishmaker his "childhood wish" (which was presumably part of the set of desires and emotions that was used to create him) was to be whatever his parents wanted him to be, and with him clinging so hard to Marinette now, there's some danger of him kind of transferring that to Marinette. Heck, we saw that in Kuro Neko with Ladybug, when he tried to make himself into what he believed she wanted him to be in order to make himself be wanted.

I don't think that Adrien and Marinette breaking up would be a good idea - they both need each other and the stability they give each other right now - but I do think that once things are a little more stable for Adrien, he needs some therapy and to branch out in his own life, to have some stronger relationships that aren't connected to Marinette. Marinette has those, but Adrien... not as much, not to the same extent. I'm hoping once season 5 is over he's in a more free position and is able to discover more about who he is and what he likes.

#ask #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #ml analysis

[i-write-hurt-not-comfort]

good evening, diabolik lovers fandom. today i would like to talk about kou and his history of drug use again, because i found something interesting while digging around some Romanian history.

content warning under the cut for discussions of the Romanian orphan crisis and, of course, drugs/addiction.

so we all know how kou used drugs as a kid, right? yeah, if you forgot, here's our two canon confirmations.

the first is from kou's MB manga prequel, and the second is from ruki's lost eden maniac prologue, as translated by @dialovers-translations.

as highlighted by the translator, it's highly likely that what kou/ruki are discussing is related to drugs, being distributed around the orphanages in the Romanian orphan crisis. if you're not familiar with this and the conditions in such orphanages, i suggest reading the wikipedia article briefly.

at one point in this article, it's mentioned that especially in the late 1980s/early 1990s, a substance known as "aurolac" was being distributed and abused both on the street and within these orphanages. the emergence of aurolac as a substance of abuse is highlighted in this article as beginning in the 1980s.

aurolac is a type of paint used specifically by Romanian orphans as an inhalant to produce a high - euphoric, a buzz, etc, though with serious health consequences attached. you can read more about this here and here. though these articles are more recently, the use of aurolac does date back to around the time the mukami's would've been around these streets/orphanages.

solvent abuse isn't exactly rare and is quite common even in the western world, particularly with teenagers due to ease of accessibility and whatnot. i think it's interesting that this aurolac is almost certainly what kou is using, especially when it looks like he's being handed a sniffing bag in this panel.

it's also interesting that children underground, a documentary regarding this issue from early 2000s, shows that aurolac can be addictive and often children/adults using it can be very stuck in this cycle.

this is probably what ruki is referring to when he says people ruined themselves with it. and kou saying he'll only use a little... my baby, that's not how it goes. it's not that easy.

seriously, i love the fact ruki probably stopped kou from spiralling into drug addiction. but with all that aside, i think it's interesting that rejet was onto something with this. maybe it's my dumb drugs fascinated brain but i'm super excited to finally know what drug kou was probably using as a kid.

how does this relate to kou as an adult, you ask? wow that's such a great question. let me talk about it real quick.

obviously given the trauma which kou endured (sexual and physical abuse) it's no surprise whatsoever he sought out substances to deal with that. aurolac is described to have a numbing feeling, and well...

i'd always headcanoned kou as using uppers like cocaine and mdma, but if he was using aurolac as a kid, maybe he'd be seeking out downers more so. heroin addict kou is staring at me right now. maybe i was onto something with that.

anyway, i hope someone else found this anywhere near as interesting as i did. if you have any further questions PLEASE ask me.

#diabolik lovers #kou mukami #// drugs #i hope someone sees me in the tag and thinks goddammit she's talking about kou and drugs again #rejet handed me a character who canonically abused drugs as a kid and I'm making everybody else's problem #yes i'm going to write a fic about this

[bluewinnerangel]

can you talk about change pls i need more change love and analysis in my life

I know of a couple of Change analyses here and I think I'll just end up repeating a lot of what's already said if I'll just do a full reading but BUT what's not part of those analyses is it in the context of FITF (you know since he played it well before we had the album). Soooo I wanna use this ask to highlight a bit of the lyrics weaving magic that goes on within FITF, taking Change as a handle and somewhat match other lyrics? I think that might result in some fun stuff to break our brains over.

I don't think we have the official lyrics of Change, just so you know some of these words may be wrong I can't be sure. Also these parallels often just hold the same theme and said theme is everywhere (I mean, change and time and being the same they're just always everywhere constantly) so they're paired up with a line in Change in this thing but they all just belong together in one big piece of coherent work and not so literal in the one-on-one I'm writing down here but it does the job I think:

Change x FITF:

Time of our lives, it's easy to see / We were just getting by but we were complete

To me the most obvious parallel is with Common People:

I came from a good home / A house full of terrace dreams / That was enough for me / You know you had to see it to believe / All the late nights / Good times - Common People

and again the next verse, perhaps even worse:

No deep pockets / But big hearts / Do you see what I see / Now we’re all screaming on the dance floor - Common People

And more:

We’re going out to end up somewhere we’ll regret / Cos in this town it’s easy to forget - That's the way love goes (easy to have a good time)

Do you see what I see - Common People & She's Beauty We Are World Class

Lately, lately it’s been so easy to see my life completed instead of half way full - Paradise

Gonna cut here because it's gonna be a few scrolls:

Fun that it starts with "time", because that's EVERYWHERE. Out of 21 songs (16 deluxe +paradise +copy +saved by a stranger + high in california + change), 17 have the word "time" in them. 17.... Yes we're doing it. This is literally every time(lol) the word time shows up, rather than the theme of time, because that's more than this (you know when you stare at a word too long and you forget its meaning yeah get ready):

Said I had a plan for us / Time it came and changed it all / We had to disappear - The Greatest

Before the world it got so serious / Before the time it got away from us - Lucky Again

Let’s buy some time / For what we shouldn’t do / I don’t wanna face the music / But I still wanna dance with you - Face the Music

They "say bitter ends turn sweet in time", is that true of yours and mine? - Chicago

Just have patience / It’s not how you spend the time / It’s if you waste it - All This Time

The friends we make / the love it takes / is worth it all this time - All This Time

I only wanna go faster towards disaster every time - Out of my system

Maybe if you’d taken more time / I’d still be the one you wanna talk to every night - Headline

I've been wondering about what you're up to / Not for the first time / Not for the last time / And I've been thinking 'bout the things we used to do / Not for the first time / Not for the last time - Saturdays

You know it’s times like these we’re so much happier - silver tongues

You smile at me and say It’s time to go but I don’t feel like going home - silver tongues

Sit down sit down in the space and time - She's Beauty we are world class

All the late nights and the good times - Common People

There’s a time for saying who did what / Where it went wrong I wanna hear all that /But right now all I need you to know is / You’ll be ok we can talk tomorrow / I’m on my way with some time to borrow - Angels Fly

And time can always heal ya / If you let it make its way into your bones - Holding on to Heartache

Pick up the phone cos now it’s time you learnt to say that's the way love goes - That’s the way love goes

Remember when you told me I should give it time? - That’s the way love goes

that she changed me for the better by the time that I was coming ‘round - Saved By A Stranger

I wanna be in California smoke some weed outside in the summertime - High In California (I mean I had to)

Time of our lives, it's easy to see - Change

Now it's time to realize you don't get another life - Change

It hasn't been long that I've been away I don't know why everything's changed

tumblr is being weird with the formatting but everytime i try to fix it it just gets weirder so egh well leave it

Still on the same parallel we started with but now it's the opposite? kinda?:

When I get lost I go back to where I started / Common people / Nothing's changed - Common People

There are a lot of things being away from other things throughout but I don't think I'd be able to list em all if I tried, but here's an attempt:

You give and give until it’s gone away / Just tell yourself you’ve got another day / You’ve lived that life you just don’t see it yet - Lucky Again

Before the world it got so serious / Before the time it got away from us - Lucky Again

Has it been long enough that you can forgive me? - Chicago (as a whole really

I think she’s moved on mate it’s almost been a year / We haven’t seen you yeah we’ve given you your space - that's the way love goes

Saturdays take the pain away - but really Saturdays as a whole

put the pain behind you now, you don't need it anymore - Away from the pain again in Angels Fly

But the truth is, I/you still doubt / That what I/you do can get me/you home - All This time

We had to disappear / Cos nothing gets through here - the greatest

With me, I know you wanna come with me / Take anything you can carry /And leave everythin' else behind - Out Of My system

Sometimes I wake up and I wish you were beside me - Headline

It's time to go but I don't feel like going home - Silver Tongues

'Cause inside we're still the kings of the Friday nights Silver streets and the neon signs

This makes me happy-angry. hangry?. I don't know how else to put it:

Air max’s and silver tongues / Settle in for another heavy one - Silver Tongues

I love all the things you know but I’m king on a 50 metre road - Silver Tongues

I'm not supposed to be feeling dirty cheap on silver street at quarter to three - Saturdays (+the friday night melting into the saturdays that take the pain away)

You said I’m holding on to heartache / You said I wear it like a crown - holding On To Heartache ( about that king )

Everything's changed outside, sometimes I wonder why

When somebody told me I would change / I used to hide behind a smile / When somebody told me I would change / I was afraid I don't know why / Cos so does the world outside / I've realised - Bigger than Me (let's also add the next line: didn't read the signs, because last line of Change we had neon signs asdsdf)

If you need you can call on me, I'll be the friend you need

Cos if you’re lonely in Chicago you can call me (baby) - Chicago

I’ll knock on your door it’ll save me from calling / I won’t say a word It can wait ‘til the morning - Angels Fly

The nights they change in seasons / Become the strangest days / I called you twice but then regretted it / And changed my number - Holding On To Heartache (nights - changing - calling)

We haven’t seen you yeah we’ve given you your space / Pick up the phone cos now it’s time - That's The Way Love Goes (he's being the friend needed <3 )

Everything's changed outside, but I feel the same inside

Saturdays take the pain away / But nobody stays the same / No matter how much you want it / Some things change - Saturdays

Spend my whole life just thinking I had to change - High In California

The kids are alright / That used to be me Always losing our minds / Out on the street

I think this is described in Silver Tongues, being in the middle of the losing of their minds out on the street lol

And I choked when your smoke got in my eye / Bad logic and empty cans // You said grass was a dirty drug / You like to preach with vodka in your mug / I love all the things you know / But I’m king on a 50 metre road / We stand up tall and beat our chest / Shout some things that we’ll regret / Sit down with a master plan / I know nobody understands me like you do / You know it’s times like these we’re so much happier / Nights like these we’ll remember those stupid jokes only we know // You smile at me and say It’s time to go but I don’t feel like going home // You and me until the end / Waking up to start again - Silver Tongues yes I just basically pasted the whole song

A trip down memory lane, houses all look the same

Screams in Silver Tongues MV

Yeah I'm gonna use this as an excuse to paste any and all "home"s and "house"s in FITF:

But the truth is I/you still doubt that what I/you do can get me/you home when it gets cold - All This time

You smile at me and say It’s time to go but I don’t feel like going home - Silver Tongues

I came from a good home / A house full of terrace dreams - Common People

There's different names on the gates You know the people have changed It's such a shame, nothing stays the same

Common people / Nothing’s changed / You’ll hear strangers singing you name / If you act like you’re one of us - Common People (This. Is. Such. An. Interesting. Parallel.)

[When you gonna/now it's time to] realize [you/we] don't get another life? Always overanalyze, what's the point? I know it'll be alright [You've/we] still got the rest of [your life/our lives] We're [all/still] the same inside

Realizing you don't got another life / having the life you choose kinda waters:

Then made my way back to a life I would choose - Lucky Again

I just wanna stay in the moment the rest of my life / one more night I'm gonna choose I don't wanna face the music but I still wanna dance with you - Face The Music

Have you seen how my life’s been going? Cos i’ve been wondering what you’d say / Would you have told me to keep going or would you say to walk away? - Chicago

I am only half of what I think I can be / Gotta get it out of my system / Gotta get it off of my chest / I've lived a lot of my life already / But I gotta get through the rest - Out Of My System

With me, I know you wanna come with me / Take anything you can carry / And leave everythin' else behind - Out Of My system

And I/you keep on building mountains hoping that they’ll turn to gold / But the truth is I/you still doubt that what I/you do can get me/you home when it gets cold - All This Time (building the life / what happens when it changes, overanalyzing, not sure it'll be alright, but then: )

Together we’re the greatest / We’ll never be that cold again / No falling all to pieces / We’re the greatest / It’s you and me until the end / Life for us is never over - The Greatest

All being the same inside waters:

So come on call me liar / Yeah you're so quick to judge / Cos yeah I might have changed / But everybody does - Bigger Than Me

when you're just like me- Bigger Than Me

Are we one or are we two? Are we me or are we you? Have we been all this before / do you see what I see? - She's Beauty We Are World Class

common people / just act like you're one of us - Common People

So let this be your comfort / You're not the only one, no /In a strange way, all in this together / Been this way forever, you're not the only one - COAC

Getting high on the amber wave / Going deep for the ones who do the same // I know nobody understands me like you do - Silver Tongues

Our eyes meet and I can tell that you’re the same as me - All This Time

#if youre wondering wtf how long did this take you #i have a word file and i make good efficient use of it sljsklskjs