#I Guess That's The Least That I Owe Ya To Be Normal In A Way I Couldn't Be; Stanley & Cyrus ☆The-Haunted-Office☆
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Cyrus doesn't know what triggered it, but all he knows is that Stanley seems to be having a fit of some sort. It doesn't look good, not good at all, and in fact, he doesn't like the way he's gasping for air, it reminds him a little bit too much of the way his own Stanley was acting right before he died, the way he was gasping, like he couldn't breathe.
Oh god...
Has the mist come back? Has it gotten into this Stanley too? Is he now suffering the same fate?
Cyrus goes from zero to sixty and launches out of his chair faster than he ever has in his life, calling out to Stanley as he goes.
"Stanley! Breathe, Stanley! Breathe!"
He has no idea that Stanley is having a flashback and doesn't know if he should or shouldn't be touching him. That doesn't even cross his mind. The only thing that crosses his mind is to try to offer him some comfort, help him through this, help him fight whatever is happening, and if it is the mist again, he'll help him. They defeated it once and they can do it again.
An arm goes around Stanley's back in an attempt to comfort and support him, and he keeps telling him to breathe, over and over, until hopefully he does start breathing again.
(For the flashback meme!)
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He had been on his own for a little, Doon was up to something, he wasn't sure, same for Thursday, and he didn't want to deal with Arthur and he had only met that Thisday guy once.
And he didn't want to bother Cyrus every time he was feeling a little lonely, that would be a lot to expect out Cyrus, that would be a lot to expect of anyone.
So he was by himself in one of the multi cubical office rooms sitting by a window, he was focused on a note pad, looking at it. It didn't look right, there wasn't a logo, there was a logo of a hand pointing or something-
There was a noise in his ear, a pattern of rain, he knew the sound well, sometimes when he dared to get close to the windows, there would be the sound of rain, hell sometimes Narrator would comment on it, one of the rare times he'd acknowledge the idea of what directly surrounded the office, his office-
There was no logo on the note pad, the pen was a different brand, no was no narration in his ear telling him what to do.
Just quiet rain, and wind, some distant wind and dripping water from some corner.
From a outsider looking at Stanley it would look like Stanley stared off into space near a window, then suddenly got up and started to wander, not randomly no no, it was a very set path straight to the 'choice' room, it was only in there that Stanley was really moving like himself again, his legs nearly tripping over each other instead of the almost automated way they were moving before, he stumbled and was on the ground, this is when the panicked breaths and holding his own throat kicked in.
He had tried to get to the broom closet, that's why he got up, he needed quiet, he needed to not be seen, he needed somewhere 'safe', not a ending room, not somewhere too off from the intended path, somewhere thorugh that was Stanley's choice to be in, the broom closet, Stanley might hate buckets but he would be totally down to marry a broom.
He obviously couldn't make it there, no no, his feet weren't right, they were moving all very wrong, like not him, like how he used to walk around, like someone real-
He hadn't meant to end up on the ground, but it was nice, nice to be kneeling over himself, lungs racing trying to choke him out by not holding in air more than it was forcing out, trying to not throw up stomach acid, holding his own hands tightly around his neck trying to keep air in (that totally was how it worked right? You could physically hold air in and it would help catch your breath.). All of that was nice.
A real person couldn't do that, he was Stanley.
Then he's hearing something, faintly somewhere 'Stanley!- Stanley-'
"Narrator?" A dazed and confused murmur came out of Stanley, that didn't make any sense did it? Where- When? Did some reset- No his was...
At first Stanley tensed when he was touched, holding his breath for a moment, before he quickly leaned into it, letting go of his throat, for a moment his arms dangled there by his knees as it was starting to reenter his mind, his arm hurt, the floor was different.
There was no logo, no voice in his ear, and he was not trapped in a room with a damned button.
He was somewhere else and... Cyrus, Cyrus was there saying something, 'Stanley- something- Stanley-'
Stanley turned around and was now hugging Cyrus, or more desperately holding onto Cyrus's lower body and trying to not vomit still, it was a very nice grounding thing, for there to be another person, someone to hold onto.
Stanley was making some noises, less words and more false starts, attempts to say something, anything but his throat felt tight, his mouth felt glued together so he just held on while he regathered himself.
Depending on how much attention to detail Cyrus was paying, he might notice that despite everything seeming physically fine with Stanley now, he wasn't breathing, there was no movement in his chest and no breath coming out, but he seemed to be physically fine.
#I Guess That's The Least That I Owe Ya To Be Normal In A Way I Couldn't Be; Stanley & Cyrus ☆The-Haunted-Office☆#Stanley ☆Main Verse☆#Stanley ☆IC☆#The-Haunted-Office#Panic attacks#vomit mention#Ask to tag#Unreality#Death#Choking
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close to home | chapter sixty nine
close to home | chapter sixty nine
plot: the reader continues to heal, and her and Daryl have a talk
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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader
Word Count: 2,084
Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd
“Careful, careful… ow! Careful, Daryl.” You winced in pain as your husband pulled off your bandages. They were stuck from the dried blood, and it felt like he was pulling off a million bandaids.
Daryl rolled his eyes at you as he got the last one off, and you sighed with relief and dug your head further into the pillow to get comfortable. Dog was whining at the foot of your bed, and Daryl had to keep yelling at him to be quiet.
You looked down at the new scars on your arms. Visions of what happened flashed in your mind, and you had to look away. But of course, the one on your stomach was the most blaring. A direct threat to your life was cut into you. You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked at Daryl, who was preparing the other bandages.
You set a hand on your belly, which looked almost normal with you lying on your back. It poked out a little, though. And you could tell the difference.
“‘Aight, lemme see ya arm,” Daryl said as he knelt beside the bed. He carefully laid them out on your arms and then wrapped them. “They gonna be good soon. Maybe another two days.”
“Thank you,” You whispered as you stared at him. He looked so handsome it made your heart ache. When he went to work on your other arm, you brushed his hair back to caress his face. “You’re so pretty.”
His cheeks lit up, and he shook his head, which made you smile.
After tending to your other arm and then your stomach, you grabbed his face and pulled him into a slow kiss. His lips were soft against yours while his hand firmly gripped your waist. When you pulled away slowly, you left a few more quick but soft kisses against his lips.
“I love you so much, handsome.”
Daryl nodded and kissed you again. You could tell something was wrong when he pulled away, but he said he would take Dog out one more time before you went to bed.
You sighed when he left and sat up. The worst part that hurt was your nose, eyes, and stomach. But after a few days of rest, you felt better than you thought. Being shot was worse. Physically, at least. Every time you closed your eyes, you could see Alpha’s and Beta’s faces and hear your friends dying.
The room felt too quiet then, and you quickly closed the shutters before taking off your bra and putting on one of Daryl’s shirts. It was cold in the room, but you didn’t feel like sleeping with pants on, so you climbed into the bed and waited.
And waited.
And waited some more.
Finally you heard Dog barking at the door and then Daryl walked in.
“What took you so long?”
“Ask Dog. Needed to smell every Goddamn thing.
You watched Daryl lie out a blanket for the dog and then change. You wolf-whistled when he took off his shirt--which he replied to with a middle finger--and then finally, he shut the light off and got into bed next to you.
The bed dipped as you moved closer to Daryl and forced your way into his arms. His arm wrapped around you tightly, and you looked up at him. “You haven’t said much.”
He hesitated for a second. “Just don’ know what to say, I guess.”
“You haven’t said anything about what happened. Talk to me.”
You saw the outline of his hand near his mouth, and you pulled it away to keep him from biting on his nail. He sighed loudly and looked at you, but you couldn’t see his face. “I wanna kill ‘em. Every single last one of ‘em. I want ‘em dead for what they did to ya. For all of it.”
“Me too.”
“I thought I killed him. The one who calls himself Beta. Thought I killed him in the elevator. If I had… maybe-.”
“Daryl, no.” You cut him off. “Don’t even start that game. This wasn’t your fault.”
“She did it to ya ‘cause I didn’ give up the girl. ‘S my fault. ‘M sorry, (Y/N).” Daryl said. His hand pressed against the side of your face as you sighed. You leaned forward, finding his lips in the dark.
“I won’t be able to make you think otherwise, and I’m not foolish enough to try. But Daryl, I don’t blame you. And if you need it, I forgive you. I don’t blame you at all. Okay?” You saw him nod.
“Why didn’ ya tell me ‘bout the baby sooner? How long did ya know?”
You bit your lip and laid your head back down against his shoulder. “I had a hunch before Tora… before I went on the run with Rosita and Eugene. But I didn’t know for sure until we got back to the Hilltop after finding Lydia.”
“Are ya kiddin’ me? Ya knew, and ya still went out there? Ya put yourself at risk.”
You ran your hand along his bare chest to try and calm his anger down. “I wasn’t going to let you go out there alone, Daryl. I’m with you. Whenever and whatever.”
He shook his head. “Ya can’t… not anymore. Ya gotta stay safe. If I lose ya, or the baby, I don’t….”
“You’re not going to. I’m fine.” You said. “But after this, once we get back to Alexandria, I promise you I will stay within the walls as long as you aren’t in any danger, Dixon.”
***
Daryl couldn’t sleep that night. Dog kept whining at the door because he didn’t like being cooped up, and there was too much on his mind. He kept replaying the image of finding you, again and again, over and over, in his head.
He thought you were dead. The way you were covered in blood, limply tied up to a pike with his friends' heads above you. When he lifted your head, and your eyes didn’t open, he was so distraught he lost the small amount of food he’d eaten that day. But when Siddiq said they kept you alive, God, he was so relieved.
And now you were here, sleeping next to him. You were injured, mentally and physically, so much so that he wasn’t sure if he would ever be able to help you. He couldn’t imagine what it was like for you. He didn’t want to. If he did, he’d hunt down every last one of those freaks until they were dead.
He sighed loudly and rolled over onto his stomach. The bed dipped as you turned as well. Your shirt had rolled up a bit in your sleep, and he could see your belly from the moonlight coming in.
How could he not have noticed? He felt like an idiot.
And he was furious with you. He wanted to scream at you for not telling him, even before you knew for sure. He couldn’t believe—well, he could—that you went out with Rosita and Eugene and then with him to find Henry. He wanted to throttle you over it. But he couldn’t. Not after everything you’d been through. And worst of all, he understood. He would do anything for you, no matter the situation, no matter what held him back.
You started stirring in your sleep, and he felt you start twitching.
“No…,” You mumbled. “Don’t…”
“Hey, hey,” Daryl said, immediately trying to soothe you. He set his hand on the top of your head and used the other to gently shake you awake.
Your mumbles got louder before you started thrashing on the bed. Your eyes finally opened as you sat up and were near hyperventilating.
“Don’t touch me!” You screamed in horror as the last of your nightmare drifted away.
“Ya okay,” Daryl said, sitting up. “Ain’ nobody here to hurt ya.”
Even in the dark, he could see your expression as you looked at him, and it was like a punch to the gut when you started crying and fell into him. “I saw him. I was back there in the barn and.. and…” You sobbed.
Daryl stayed quiet as he rubbed the back of your head. It was the only thing he could do to keep himself from going to find Beta and kill him.
Your hands were holding onto his arm desperately, and he pulled you closer.
“When I was in there, they had me tied up to watch them kill all our friends.” Your voice was a whisper, and Daryl froze. You hadn’t spoken a word about what happened until now. He had the general idea but hadn’t heard your story yet. “I tried to fight. I could kick some of them down, but they just got back up…
“And then, once they were dead, Alpha told me she would kill me first. But she didn’t wanna kill the baby. I guess the womb is a no-go, but once it’s out, it’s natural selection.” He thought about the baby Tammy Rose and Earl had and where the baby came from.
“They both did it. Alpha made the cuts, the threats. But Beta… he’s the one who beat me.”
Daryl stiffened his arms around you and pressed his lips against the top of your head. He held back his tears to let you find comfort in his own strength.
“I was so out of it. I could barely remember you guys finding me. I just remember thinking I would die and that you’d find me and…” Your voice trailed off.
Daryl didn’t know what to say, not that that surprised him. He wasn’t the best at words unless they were in anger.
“I’m so sorry, Daryl.”
His eyebrows furrowed together, and he pulled away to look at your face. “For what?”
“For everything. For putting myself in danger and not thinking about the consequences. For you to find me like that. I’m sure it couldn’t have been easy…” Your voice trailed off, and you set your hands on the sides of his face.
“Don’ even think ‘bout that, darlin’. Ya don’ worry ‘bout me.”
He closed his eyes when you rubbed your soft fingers against his cheeks and felt his body calm down at the touch. Then you pressed your forehead against his lips, and he kissed it a few times.
“I love you.” Your voice was a whisper, and he leaned his forehead against yours. He could hear how unsteady your breathing was.
“I love ya too, darlin’.”
Your hands were still tight around his face when you looked up at him. You kissed him gently, and Daryl felt his heart leap like every other time. It didn’t matter how long it’s been since he met you or the first kiss the two of you shared. It always made him feel the same.
“Thank you.” Again, you whispered.
“For what?”
“For being you. For being everything to me.” His eyes opened, and they met yours. “I used to think that we only work ‘cause of this world. That before, we wouldn’t have. But I know we would’ve. I would crave your touch like I do now, thinking about you all day. I think we were made for each other. Period.”
Daryl was glad for the dark, so you couldn’t see how his eyes shone. Your words meant everything to him. They were everything he needed to hear and more. His heart was beating fast, and he bit his lip.
“Ya really mean that?”
You nodded and leaned your forehead against his lips. He smiled before giving you a kiss. He loved when you did that. When you wanted physical touch and the way you told him without words. It was his language you spoke in, and he savored it.
“We gonna be okay,” Daryl whispered against your skin. “We gonna get ya home to Alexandria, and we gonna be okay. I promise ya.”
“I do wanna go home. I wanna be in Alexandria. This room reminds me of everything bad that happened to me.”
“We can go to Alexandria soon, once ya able to. ‘Mma get ya home, baby girl.”
You nodded and laid back against the bed, cuddling up to Daryl as soon as he joined you. “Sleep.” He said, rubbing his hand on your back. “Ya safe, Dog ain’ lettin’ anything touch us.”
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You and Daryl spent the next few days at the Kingdom before you were ready to go home. Your cuts were just scabs now, and your eyes were yellowing. Your nose would heal soon, but it was still broken with a bandage.
Jerry made sure you and Daryl had more than enough food to last the way, and it was sad to say goodbye to his family. But it was worse saying goodbye to Carol, who was grieving. The two of you sat and cried for a good hour, and you apologized for not being able to protect Henry, but she wouldn’t hear it. She even came to see you and Daryl off.
It took a day and a half to get to Alexandria on horseback, and when you finally saw those walls, you wanted to cry with happiness. Aaron wrapped you up in a big hug when you walked through the gate and hugged Daryl, too.
And, of course, seeing the kids meant everything to you. Judith was ecstatic that you were home safe, and RJ held your hand the entire way back to your house.
Michonne smiled as soon as she saw you and Daryl and gave you a hug. “I’m so happy to see you,” She said. Then she gave Daryl a hug. “And you, too.”
“We’re happy to be home.” You said. “How is everything here?”
You could see the light in her eyes dim a little, but she nodded. “We’re okay.”
You grabbed Daryl’s hand and followed the Grimes family into your house. It smelt like home, and you felt yourself relax.
“I spoke to Aaron. The third floor’s bedroom shared a bathroom with a second room. It’s not finished. But I thought it would give you two more space once the baby moves.” Michonne said.
You sat down at the center island, and Daryl gave you water within a minute.
“Really?” You asked. “I never go up there, never even thought about it.”
“The baby is gonna need windows. Can’t keep it in the basement.” Michonne gave Daryl a pointed look.
“Baby’s a girl.” Daryl sat next to you.
Michonne smiled as Judith cheered, going on about how she was so happy to have a girl cousin, which only made you smile and run your hand against the back of her head.
After catching up with them, you and Daryl walked to the third floor. You knew it was mostly where supplies were kept: clothes for the kids, winter clothes, and old baby stuff that would come in handy sooner rather than later.
The bathroom was finished, just missing supplies, and it needed painting, and there were broken tiles. Both bedrooms connected to the bathroom weren’t finished; some of the walls were still wood. But it was bigger than your bedroom downstairs, and it would offer more privacy. And you knew how much Judith and RJ didn’t want you to move out.
“What do you think? We could finish it?” You asked, putting your hand on your stomach as you turned to look at him.
Daryl was already staring at you. And he had been, from his spot, leaning against the doorframe.
“I love ya.”
You smiled and walked over to him. “I love you, too, old man.”
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Jordan Stricler – The Owner, Painter, Artist, Fashion Styler of Priceless Xpressions.
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Sorry for the aggressive booping I'm just a Boy, girl, neither, both, or in-between that you brought with you tonight
And I want you to tell 'em how you really feel
I want you to tell 'em that you love the way they so seamlessly, like a dreamfully
So beautifully, oh so dutifully
Jam that square peg in the round hole in their heart
I want you to tell 'em that you love the way
That they don't stick out like sore middle fingers
That they crawl their way up the side of the bell curve
Stick their flag in the peak, and slide their way back down
I want you to tell them that you love the way that they're not maladaptive
Not malcontent, not malignant or maleficent, but rather that you love them
Exactly the way that everybody else is
I was nothing before so I couldn't have asked to be born
I'll be nothing again, so what am I between now and then
Is there nothing to fear? Cause shit's getting weird
So to God who made this man, you better have one hell of a plan
I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal
I suggest that we keep this informal
Cause a normal human being wouldn't need. No
To pretend to be normal to be normal
Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya
To be normal in a way I could never be
C'mon, c'mon, yeah, I said c'mon, yeah
C'mon, c'mon, yeah, I said c'mon, yeah
C'mon, c'mon, and love me normally
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Alastor's Leash
Chapter 2
Alastor paced in his room, his ears laid flat, looking at his mother's number on the phone screen. He didn't want to admit it but… He was scared. Yes, he was afraid of hearing her voice again. Worried it wouldn't sound how he remembered. Terrified she would be disappointed in him. But her letter… She specifically asked him to call her. And he could never tell her no, she was his mother! She gave everything to raise him after his father walked out on them when he was small. He owed her this much at least.
He finally pressed the button and felt his whole body run cold and hot at the same time as the dial tone began. He put it on speaker and set it down on his table. His hands were shaking too much to keep hold of it.
Suddenly, the tone stopped… There was a moment of silence before a sweet woman's voice came through, “Hello?”
“H-hello… Mother.” His voice wavered. He couldn't help it. It was her! She sounded just how he remembered.
He heard her gasp, “Is… That my baby? You finally called.” She sounded ready to cry on her end too. “Oh Al, how have you been? Are you eating enough? Did you get my recipe book?”
“Yes, I've been eating quite well, I have a few friends here who are excellent cooks. And I still remember your jambalaya recipe… Thank you for teaching Zariah your gumbo recipe though. I could never get it quite right.” He started to relax into this conversation, it was just like the ones they'd had in the kitchen when he'd come home from work.
“Of course. And I'm sure she'll get plenty of use out of my book! She's just the sort of darling I'd always hoped you'd end up with dear. If you two have a wedding, you better send me pictures!”
“Mother, she's not- it's not like that. She's just a very dear friend of mine…”
“Son, if you're still waiting for ‘miss perfect’, you'll be waiting forever. Zariah treats you well right? She said she wants to be with you forever, and wants to make you happy everyday.”
He sighed, he couldn't argue with her, she was getting into that tone . The one that she used when lecturing him.
“You're right as always, and she really does make me happy, when she's not getting in trouble and driving me crazy having to protect her. I just… I don't think I can feel the kind of love she deserves… I'm not… normal.”
“Did she ask ya for normal? Did she ask for the kind of love others can give? Or did she just ask ya to be by her side and love her the way you can?” Her tone became firm, she was not about to let him sabotage a good thing!
“The… the latter… I guess I'm just scared I'll mess it up.” He admitted.
“You're not your father, Al. You're my baby and I raised you right.” He could picture her in his mind, hands on her hips and a stern pout on her face. “I know you didn't forget what I taught you about how to treat a lady, so I know you ain't gonna mess it up in any way you can't fix! Have more faith in yourself! Otherwise I'll come down there and straighten you out!”
Fear filled him, “No! Mama, you- you can't! I won't allow you to come to hell! You don't belong here! Please, stay up there, where I know you're safe! Please!” Desperation filled his voice, the fake accent and radio filter dropping off completely.
There was a moment of silence before he heard her sigh, “Alright… Only because I don't want to upset you. But I got a special favor to ask of you, my sunshine.”
He felt himself melt at the endearment she used to call him as a child. “Anything. I'd do anything for you Mama, you know that.”
“Zariah said there's a hotel for sinners trying to get to heaven. And that you're working there… I want you to try and get up here too. Okay? Even if you want to keep going to work there, that's fine but… I'd like you to come up and visit once and awhile.”
“Mama, I-” He was shocked and torn. “I don't deserve redemption, I'm a heartless killer who enjoys it! I don't belong up there. As much as I'd love to see you again… just hearing your voice is more of a blessing than I deserve.”
“Baby boy… my sunshine, please try, for me? I need to hold you again.” She sounded so desperate.
“I… okay, I'll try. But I can't promise anything. There's no proof this silly hotel actually works.”
“Yet you're still there helping people. You're a good man deep down, I know it, so don't call yourself heartless again. Now, I have pottery classes soon, so I gotta let you go for now. But absolutely call me again sometime. At least once a week, or else I'm gonna feel like you've stopped caring about me.”
“Mama, I could never stop loving you… I'll try to call every day that I can. I have your voice again, how could I not take advantage of such a blessing?” His smile felt real for once.
“That's my boy… you still got your smile on? I love your smile.” He could picture the smile on her own face.
“Of course, every day I wear it just for you.”
“Good. I look forward to seeing it again. I love you, my sunshine.”
“I love you too, Mama…”
She then hung up and he laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling as tears slowly trailed down his smiling face. He had a lot to think about now, but at least his heart felt full.
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Majorie (Taylor Swift)
I should've asked you questions/I should've asked you how to be/Asked you to write it down for me/Should've kept every grocery store receipt/'Cause every scrap of you would be taken from me/Watched as you signed your nameMarjorie/All your closets of backlogged dreams/And how you left them all to me
"If you listen closely the background vocals are old samples sung by taylor swift’s deceased grandma marjorie (who this song is about)"
Love Me Normally (Will Wood)
And I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal/I suggest that we keep this informal/Cause a normal human being wouldn't need/To pretend to be normal to be normal/Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya/To be normal in a way I couldn't be/C'mon, c'mon, and love me normally
"I wanna be normal :(((((("
Majorie submitted by @homosandhomies
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I RATHER BE NORMAL OH SO NORMAL!!!! I suggest that we keep this informal~
Cuz a normal human BEEEAINGGG WOULDNT NEED NO HO NOO!! To pretend to be NORMAL TO BE NORMAL!!
WELL I GUESS ITS THE LEAST THAT OWE YA!!!!!
To be loved in my own way that I could never be~
YEAH HE YEAAAAAH
C’mon c’mon yeah I said c’mom yeah
C’mon c’mon yeah-
I SAID C’MON YEAH!!
C’MON C’MON AND LOVE ME NORMALLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY WOAHOAOHHHHHHH
Yeahehe yeahhh woah yeahhaaaa
C’mon and love me… normallyyy….
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SO TO GOOOD WHO MAADE THIS MAN YOU BETTER HAVE ONE HEEEELL OF A PLAAAAN ID RATHER BEEE NORMAL YES SO NORMAL I SUGGEST THAT WE KEEP THIS INFORMAL CAUSE A NORMAL HUMAN BEIIIIIING WOULDNT NEEEED!!!!! NO-OOO-OOO TO PRETEND TO BE NORMAL! TO BE NORMAL! WELL I GUESS THATS THE LEAST THAT I OWE YA!!!!!!! TO BE NORMAL OHHH IN A WAY THAT I COULD NEVER BEEEE YEAHEAHEAAAAAHHH YEAHHH COME ON COME ON YEAAH I SAID COME ON YEAH. COME ON COME ON YEAH I SAID COME ON YEAH!!!!! COME ON COME ON! AND LOOOOOVE ME
NORMALLLLYYYYYYYYYYY WOOOAHOHOHHHHHHYEAHEYYEEAAHHHOHOHOHYEAHHHHH
COME ON COME ONNN AND LOOooOvee meeee.. inha;le. exhale. normallyyy-y-yy-yy-yy-yyyyyyy
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What kind of music do you think rocket would like? We know he likes a lot of quills songs, but can you see him gravitating towards a certain type of music? One of my favorite rocketisms in the movies is his love for music and him singing along to songs (: sorry if this has been asked before !
No no worries!! I love song related qns!
I’m not sure if Quill listens to country pop but it seems Rocket does, as observed in vol 2 when he hums to southern nights (a song I grew to LOVE bc of him btw)
Since Rocket listens to ‘Creep’ and actively sings along to the chorus I feel like he does like songs based on how much it relates to him as well so …
I’m gonna split up songs based on the vibe of Rocket’s music taste and then I’ll get into songs that I think relate to him but also fit the vibe but a little less, I suppose.
First up : Rocket’s music taste.
He’d also definitely be into Arctic Monkeys and some of you may laugh, Harry Styles. I said it. Definitely would dig Queen and The Sukis and some of Mitski’s songs.
Specific songs I feel are up his alley are
Arabella — Arctic Monkeys.
Kiwi — Harry Styles.
Bohemian Rhapsody — Queen.
Animo — The Sukis.
A Pearl. — Mitski.
I could go on but these are some specific songs from each band or artist I suggested, lmk if you’d like more recs bc I find a lot of their songs relate to Rocket as well/have the same vibe with Rocket’s music taste.
Second up : Relatability.
I feel like he would really like Will Wood, especially ‘love me normally’ because of the lines,
“I’d rather be normal, yes so normal, I suggest that we keep this informal, ‘cause a normal human being wouldn’t need to be pretend to be normal, to be normal, well I guess that’s the least that I owe ya, to be normal in way I couldn’t be, c’mon c’mon and love me, normally.”
OH AND PENELOPE SCOTT he’d find penelope scott’s music super cool too, thinking about the song ‘Rät’ and how it sorta relates back to his relationship with H.E ;
“I come from scientists and atheists and white men who kill god, they make technology high quality, complex, physiological, experiments and sacrilege in the name of public good”
“They taught me everything just like a daddy should.”
“I studied code because I wanted to do something great lke you.”
“I loved you, I loved you, I loved you it’s true. I wanted to be you and do what you do. I lived here, loved here I bought it’s was true I’m so embarrassed, I feel abused.”
I have a lot more but I don’t wanna ramble on for too long so lmk if you guys want more lmao I love talking about songs!!
#rocket raccoon#guardians of the galaxy#gotg#rocket gotg#gotg vol 3#ask response#ask reply#gotg fanfiction#gotg headcanons#mcu gotg#anon ask#anon asks#.alias.inbox.#.alias.tunes.
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The Season 2 cast as Will Wood songs/quotes because I noticed there's some overlap in the fandoms
Taylor: The main character - 'I'm the main character and you have to like me'
Link: Um, it's kind of alot - 'I've grown used to fear but no, no to you yet, my dear' (this one might be a stretch but it makes sense in my head)
Normal: Love, me normally (obviously) - 'Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya, to be normal in a way I couldn't be'
Scary: ...And if I did you deserved it - 'I really don't care what you think or what you say, either that or I do way too much, oh well, whatever, either way'
Bonus - Hermie: I/me/myself - 'too confused to choose who I should be'
If people like this I might do the Season 1 cast or the kiddads but idk
#dungeons and daddies#dndads#dndads quest#dndads season 2#lincoln li wilson#taylor swift dndads#scary marlowe#normal oak#will wood
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Love, Me Normally (David x Reader)
The song: https://youtu.be/yZf7EoV76Po?si=AvmkpZMI-hqckqLz
First ever song fic :]
Enjoy
In lipstick on the mirror
Are the lyrics to my obituary
In iambic pentameter, followed parameter
Crossing my eyes, dot my T's
David awoke in his cabin. The smell of pancakes from the mess hall is in the air. He looked at his clock and saw that he was thirty minutes late! He slept in!
Scrambling out of bed he runs to the bathroom to brush his teeth when he noticed his nails.
They were painted with a shade of green. He remembered last night. Gwen and (Y/N) convinced him to paint his nails with them. He couldn't figure out how to paint them without making a mess. Damn his clumsiness. He started to become flustered as he remembered how (Y/N) grabbed his hand and painted his nails beautifully.
He shook his head and finished getting ready.
He runs over to the mess hall just in time. (Y/N) is serving pancakes to the campers.
"Hey. I'm so sorry I slept in!" David said.
"Don't worry about it. Gwen and I thought you deserved to sleep in. You've been working so hard." (Y/N) replied.
"Oh." David mumbled while slightly blushing.
They were so nice.
I was delivered holding scissors
I live deliberately, I'm a quitter
And a winner anyway
Cause I never agreed to participate in this game
Later in the day the campers were playing a water game in the lake. Expect for Niel, Nikki, and Max, who Gwen was looking for. They were probably up to trouble again.
You were sitting on the ground near the lake watching on when David swims up to you.
"Hey (Y/N)! Jump in!" David exclaimed.
"Nah. I'm good." You replied.
"Aww come on! Please?" David said while giving his best puppy dog eyes.
You almost gave in.
"No."
Almost.
David gives you a cute pout and his eyes light up as he comes up with a great idea!
"Had a bit of a brain wave!" David said getting out of the water.
He picked you up bridal style and jumped in the water with you! You squeak in surprise.
"Hey don't worry I got you." David said still holding you.
"You're a dork." You retort.
"Yeah but you love it." He teased.
You slightly blush at this. He's not wrong. You do love it.
Won't follow my dreams
No, they've all got me waking up screaming
I can let them go from me
After all there is no "I" in team
David sat up from a nightmare breathing heavily. He looked around the room to get his bearings.
"I need to take a walk."
He walks to the lakeside and notices someone in the distance. He walks toward them.
"Couldn't sleep?" (Y/N) asked.
"Yeah. I had a nightmare. What's your excuse?" David said sitting next to them.
"Insomnia."
"Good excuse." David chuckled.
(Y/N) put their head on his shoulder. David blushed at the touch but didn't say anything. He just enjoyed the view.
And I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal
I suggest that we keep this informal
Cause a normal human being wouldn't need
To pretend to be normal to be normal
Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya
To be normal in a way I couldn't be
C'mon, c'mon, and love me normally
David walked into your cabin slamming the door. Why was he so ticked?
Oh yeah... He had a meeting with Mr. Campbell. Understandable.
"Davey?"
He flopped on your bed and extended his arms.
"Cuddles. Now." David demanded.
"Oh um... Ok?"
David immediately moved up to you and wrapped his arms around you. For a few minutes it was quiet and peaceful.
"This is nice. We should do this more often." David said.
"Yeah."
If I could live in third person
Well I don't think life would be much worse than it is
In the current tense, presently
This sentence ending with question marks or dot dot dot
"Hey David I need to ask you something." Gwen says.
"Yes Gwen!"
"Do you have a crush on (Y/N)?"
"What?! Um... Uh... No no of course not!" David said blushing.
"Oh my fucking god! You do!" Gwen said with the biggest grin.
"Gwen!" David squeaked flustered.
"Don't worry. Matchmaker Gwen is on the case!" Gwen said before running off.
"What?! No!"
Later on Gwen approached you.
"(Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)!"
"Yes?"
"Do you have a crush on David?"
"..."
"(Y/N)?"
"..."
"(Y/N) say something."
"Uh..." You became flustered.
"Oh my god! Oh my god!"
"Wait a minute Gwen!"
"Oh I got so many ideas!" Gwen said running to her cabin.
"Gwen... Gwen what do you mean by that?!"
Is it courageous or escapist
To leave the quarantine when you're contagious
It may just be a cold
And besides I don't wanna get old
David and Nikki were sick. Gwen was checking in on Nikki from time to time and you did the same with David. Because David was out of commission you were in charge of the healthy campers.
"Hey Davey... How you feeling?"
"Like shit."
"Damn. You're cussing. You must feel awful."
You say as you took out a thermometer. You take his temperature.
"Man... 100°F... (37°C)... Sorry to say but you're gonna have to stay in bed a bit longer."
"UGH!"
"I know Davey. I know."
You give him a kiss on the forehead and leave. David was lucky that you didn't notice his blush.
I drank myself to death to be the afterlife of the party
When the afterparty came, I was rolling in my grave
You went with David to blow off steam and you ended up at the bar. Now turns out when David is drunk he is a flirty drunk.
"You are like... My number one royal... Uh... Person in the world~"
"David. What the Fuck does that mean?"
"I don't know~ Gimme a kiss~"
"No."
"Whhhhhyyyy?!"
"Because I'm tipsy and you're drunk."
"That's fair. You're sooo sweet~ would you kiss me when we're sober?"
You blushed.
"Maybe..."
And I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal.
"I can't believe Gwen let us leave the camp!"
"Yeah we really should head back-" You cut David off.
"David it's only been 5 minutes! Come on look!"
You say pointing out a building. A karaoke bar.
You enter bar dragging David behind you.
I suggest that we keep this informal.
The two of you sit at a table.
"Looks like someone is already up there." David stated.
"No shit David."
Cause a normal human being wouldn't need
To pretend to be normal to be normal.
"They're a good singer."
"Yeah but you're better."
David blushed at the compliment.
Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya
To be normal in a way I couldn't be
C'mon, c'mon, and love me normally
"You're too sweet..."
The tension is rising....
Now this is the part of the song where I like to talk to my audience
Your heads glanced up. Was this part of the song?
I like to tell 'em there's something I want from you hep cats tonight
Yep. Definitely a part of the song. It just felt so targeted.
I want you to look to your left, look to your right
Your 12 o'clock, three o'clock, six o'clock, nine o'clock, rock around the clock tonight
You glanced at David and he was staring at you with a pink blush dusting his cheeks.
And I want you to find those points of no return, those singularities
Those burning rings of fire in the beautiful pupils of the beautiful eyes of the beautiful
Boy, girl, neither, both, or in-between that you brought with you tonight
You stare into David's beautiful green eyes as you lean closer...
And I want you to tell 'em how you really feel
David leans in...
I want you to tell 'em that you love the way they so seamlessly, like a dreamfully
So beautifully, oh so dutifully
Jam that square peg in the round hole in their heart
You give him a peck on the lips. Not enough to be considered as a "proper" kiss but enough to show him how you feel. David flushed red immediately, like a tomato.
I want you to tell 'em that you love the way
That they don't stick out like sore middle fingers
That they crawl their way up the side of the bell curve
Stick their flag in the peak, and slide their way back down
"W-we should get back to the camp!" David said jumping up from his seat.
I want you to tell them that you love the way that they're not maladaptive
Not malcontent, not malignant or maleficent, but rather that you love them
Exactly the way that everybody else is!
You are both sitting in the van as David drive you back to the camp. You don't know what to say so you put on the radio. It's the same song.
I was nothing before so I couldn't have asked to be born
David turned the music down it still lightly playing in the background.
I'll be nothing again, so what am I between now and then
"Look (Y/N)..."
"I messed up huh?"
Is there nothing to fear? Cause shit's getting weird
"No no no! You didn't do anything wrong I actually liked it-" David cut himself off blushing heavily.
So to God who made this man, you better have one hell of a plan
"(Y/N)... I have something to tell you..."
I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal
"I think I like you... Um... Romantically... I hope you feel the same..."
I suggest that we keep this informal
You started laughing and David looked heartbroken so you did some damage control by explaining why you were laughing.
"David I kissed you! And you think I don't love you?"
Cause a normal human being wouldn't need. No
"Well it could have been a friend kiss!"
You kept laughing as David looked over at you with a soft smile. This feels like a shift in your relationship.
And David won't hear the end of it from Gwen.
To pretend to be normal to be normal
Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya
To be normal in a way I could never be
C'mon, c'mon, yeah, I said c'mon, yeah
C'mon, c'mon, yeah, I said c'mon, yeah
C'mon, c'mon, and love me normally!
C'mon, c'mon, and love me... normally~
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Will Wood is a whimsical man with quite cheerful songs, as long as you don't understand the lyrics. When you do understand them, he's the most painfuly honest and soul-crushingly correct guy to ever have covered the human psyche in a song (hyperbolic, i know. let me have this one)
Some examples of him Getting It:
Love, Me Normally:
'Cause a normal human being wouldn't need
To pretend to be normal, to be normal
Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya
To be normal or whole in a way I couldn't be
White noise:
You fill your head with thoughts you find you can't even feel
Try to make room in your skull but it's full of them
All of the things that you think and think about thinking
I know it's hard
But they’re not who you are
They're white noise
Um, It's Kind of a Lot:
Oh, I'm afraid that you'll change your mind
I'm afraid there's somebody better
I'm afraid of four-letter words, like "love", "for", and "ever"
(Or whatever)
And I'm afraid you'll notice all my flaws
I'm afraid you already have, obviously
And I'm afraid I'll come on too strong, hold you too tight, and scare you too
Euthanasia:
And I know, I know it's not true
There's just no more you but as long as there's no proof
Then I choose, I choose to believe
That we'll meet in sweet dreams after you're put to sleep
Outliars and Hyppocrates: a fun fact about apples
Did you know that the hole in the apple didn't come from the outside in?
It was eaten from the core and out to the skin, and that’s why you'll never find the worm in it
But a few bad ones won't spoil the eyes if they fall far enough from the tree
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❛ do you want to tell me about your day? ❜
Cyrus to Stanley!
@the-haunted-office
Stanley was stretched out between a office seat and a desk, he was resting his upper body on the desk while he still sat, he looked over to Cyrus, a small smile.
"Well I'm not sure what qualifies as a day, so jot that down." He said in a light hearted tone.
"But really I've been looking around the office, I've gotten a little curious about just how different mine and yours is and... I have found some stuff, mostly pictures on desks or brands of pens, so I guess my co-workers don't have alternative versions here, or maybe they had different loved ones and brand preferences." He sounded assumed at that last part, that truly one of the big differences between their worlds was people's brand preferences.
"I stopped when my arm was starting to act up. Now what about you? How's your day been?"
#The-Haunted-Office#I Guess That's The Least That I Owe Ya To Be Normal In A Way I Couldn't Be; Stanley & Cyrus ☆The-Haunted-Office☆#Stanley ☆Main Verse☆#Stanley ☆IC☆
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Who’s the Prettiest of Them All? Chapter 2: Resultion
This has been a long time coming. I wanted to write this right after the first chapter but of course life and (lack of) inspiration got in the way!
I hope you all enjoy a resolution to the drama that came before it.
Tags: Fellswap Paps (Mutt), Reader, Iris, forgiveness, mild sexual content
Read it on AO3
Or read it here!
The next morning was a little awkward as the three of you got up and went through your morning routines. Seeing the couch still made up for Mutt made your stomach churn. You wanted to sit down with him and talk, to explain why you had gotten so mad even if you still didn’t understand how you had managed to confuse yourself so badly.
Maybe it had been Iris’s wording. She’d called it a pageant. Did that really warrant you disregarding everything Mutt tried to say afterward?
No, it did not, and you made a promise to yourself that from this day forward, you would at least hear him out no matter what you thought of things. He’d proven himself time and time again, and you owed him that much.
You didn’t get a chance to talk to him before you had to leave for work. You made sure to give him the best kiss goodbye you could, to hopefully prove to him that you weren’t mad anymore. You were relieved to see his eye lights still form little hearts as you pulled back.
One thing you could say you appreciated about your job was that it kept you busy enough to get your mind off of personal dramas. Today was no exception, and by the time you clocked out for the day you were so ready to be back home with your little family.
Mutt wasn’t normally a chef, but every once in a while he’d have a simple dinner ready when you got home from work. You’d made sure to tell him he didn’t have to do that, that as long as he and Iris had decided what you were having you didn’t mind cooking with him.
But that didn’t mean you didn’t appreciate having it already done, and all you had to do was put your stuff down, take off your shoes, and enjoy a nice meal with your family.
It made you sad to see Iris picking at her dinner. You knew what was causing her sadness, and while you hoped you were wrong, you also knew you weren’t.
“Iris, honey, are you okay?” You asked, reaching out to gently rub at her little arm.
She shrugged, not looking up from her plate.
“she’s been a bit sad all day,” Mutt said softly. “we jus’ hung out, watched a coupla movies’n napped on the couch.”
You nodded. Somehow you had come to the conclusion that you and Mutt would talk later after Iris had gone to bed, but now you realized that she needed to hear what you had to say too. She needed to see that there was hope for you and Mutt.
“I think it was the word ‘pageant’ last night that got me,” you confessed, staring down at your plate. “I think somehow I let that word get bigger than it was, and I let these dark thoughts take over. Not just about pageants, but about my exes, about how you’ve been so good to me and Iris and how for a while now I’ve been so scared that one day you’re going to change your mind.”
You peeked over at Mutt to see him staring at you. You swallowed and kept going.
“It’s not fair. Not to you or to Iris. You’ve done nothing but prove how good a man you are, and I took one word and let it distort everything I know about you. You even tried to explain yourself, and again I was too scared to let history repeat itself that I forgot you’re not them. You’re not any of them, and I’m so sorry I couldn’t see that last night.”
Mutt reached out and took your hand, squeezed your fingers. “i know a li’l somethin’ ‘bout lettin’ dark thoughts take over,” he said softly.
Your vision was starting to blur from the tears building in your eyes. “I promise you, Mutt, I will hear you out from now on. I can do that for you, even if it does end up being something I disagree with.”
He nodded. “tha’s all i really ask’a ya, darlin’.” He lifted your hand and kissed your knuckles. “‘s far as me changin’ my mind? guess i jus’ gotta keep provin’ t’ya i ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
“Not ever?” Iris asked, her voice so small.
Mutt shook his head. “not ever, li’l flower. tha’s a promise.”
Iris slid down off her chair and held her arms out as she walked over to Mutt. He picked her up and held her tightly.
“i gotcha, little darlin’,” he said softly, leaning in to kiss her head. “papa puppy’s not leavin’ ya.”
Okay, that was too sweet.
“I love you, daddy,” she cried, sniffling.
Mutt’s jaw trembled. “love you too.”
You stood up, gesturing with a nod of your head for him to follow you to the living room. He did, carrying Iris in a tight embrace. The three of you sat together on the couch, cuddled up close enough to banish all the sadness and let only comfort and love in.
Dinner had only been half eaten and there were other chores that needed tending to, but you didn’t care. You would never give up a moment to soothe your daughter’s worries if you could help it.
The three of you stayed together on the couch for a few hours, talking quietly to each other. Iris told you a little bit about her day, about the movies she and Mutt had watched. Mutt confessed he actually liked Unicorn Parade, but that he’d been offended by the character of Mutt in The Last Guardian.
“jus’ cuz he’s a dog don’t mean he deserves tha name.”
Iris looked up at him. “He was a bad guy, too.”
You should your head in mock disgust. “How dare they tarnish such a name.”
A while later, after you and Iris started yawning, you figured it was probably time to start getting her ready for bed.
After bath and jammies, Mutt went in to read to her. You folded the sheets and blanket out on the couch as he did and got stuff put away so he’d know without any shadow of doubt where you wanted him to sleep tonight.
Mutt came out and smiled when he saw what you’d done, came up to you and took your hand.
“ready fer bed?” He asked.
“Something like that,” you said with a grin.
Making love with Mutt was never a dull experience, never had been, and this time was no exception. He always made your pleasure a priority, but this time you wanted to show him how much his meant to you, too. As you rode him, you hoped he could feel how much you loved him in every movement of your body.
Afterward, you laid next to him with his arms curled around you, and held on to his ribs as if he might try to leave if you didn’t.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” you asked.
He looked down at you. “what? ya didn’ hurt me darlin’. it’d take a lot more’n yer sexy ass on me ta hurt me.”
You snorted. “No, I meant…I meant are you sure you’re okay after last night.”
“ah. yeah, ‘m okay.” He rubbed your back and kissed your forehead. “i’ve been through a lotta shit’n my life, darlin’, both underground’n above it. yeah, it was rough seein’ ya get that upset, but you ain’t nothin’ like tha monsters in snowdin, back where i grew up. you don’ let someone sit’n wonder what they did wrong’r how ta fix it, ‘n’ ya sure don’ try ta get revenge even when yer wrong. might take a minute ta convince m’self yer really okay, but tha’s a me problem.”
You hummed and kissed his ribs. “Tell me if I can do anything to help.”
“you got it.” He kissed you again.
Satisfied that you’d made some good headway in fixing the damage you’d caused, you snuggled into Mutt once again to get some sleep.
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I really am feeling will wood core right now like
(long post, lyrics under the cut)
I live deliberately, I'm a quitter
And a winner anyway
'Cause I never agreed to participate in this game
Please consider “I'd rather be normal, yes, oh normal. I suggest that we keep this informal, 'Cause a normal human being wouldn't need, To pretend to be normal, to be normal. Well, I guess that's the least that I owe ya. To be normal in a way I couldn't be, yeah. C'mon, c'mon, and love me normally.”
And also “Is it courageous or escapist to leave the quarantine when you're contagious? It may just be a cold, And besides I don't wanna get old, yeah.”
And also “Leave you wondering when they might go back to normal. Leave you wondering why they can’t have just been normal”
And also
“But I still move my feet
To slip out of this groove, I’m free
Now to row, row, row my boat over the falls
And maybe wake up from but a dream, yeah”
And also
“For what? For what? For what it’s worth
If it was going to kill you, boy, it would have by now
For what? For what? For what it’s worth
There’s no more looking back, it’s looking up or looking down”
And also
“Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem
Not the things you do but something sick inside”
And also
“Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects
You’ve lost your mind and almost lost your life before, so you’ll be fine”
And
“At most a couple generations will remember the ways in which
Your life never mattered
So, who cares if it's a waste?”
AND ON TOP OF THAT!! PLEASE CONSIDER THE PURE INTENSE FEELING OF THE BRINK OF INSANITY WITH THESE LINES!!!!
Jam that square peg in the round hole in their heart
I want you to tell 'em that you love the way
That they don't stick out like sore middle fingers
That they crawl their way up the side of the bell curve
Stick their flag in the peak, and slide their way back down
I want you to tell them that you love the way that they're not maladaptive
Not malcontent, not malignant or maleficent, but rather that you love them
Exactly the way that everybody else is!
Is there nothing to fear?
'Cause shit's getting weird
It’s only culture, it’s only culture
It’s only culture, sulfur, smoke, and soot
You learned to torture house cats like vultures
You cocked and sucked your lack of empathy, pulled the trigger with your foot to prove you’ve got
you got a better idea? It’s about the best we could come up with. What, you think ideas spread because they’re good? No, they spread because people like them. So here we are once again. Holding, as it were, a mirror up to your mirror
I guess it’s just something people do
That everything and everyone goes with the passage of time
#will wood#wilbur wood#lyrics#silly#this is not neg#this is just#idk im feelin things and seeign the world in a different way#the most important thing in life#love me normally#tw#tw?#i do not know but its a long post#long post
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❞Naruto❞ Naruto / Sasuke
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ❞I was delivered holding scissors, I live deliberately,
ᅠᅠᅠᅠI'm a quitter
ᅠᅠᅠᅠAnd a winner anyway, cause I never agreed
ᅠᅠᅠᅠto participate in this game
ᅠᅠᅠᅠWon't follow my dreams 'cause they all got me waking up screaming
ᅠᅠᅠᅠI can't let them go for me,
ᅠᅠᅠᅠafter all, there is no "I" in team
ᅠᅠᅠᅠI suggest that we keep this informal
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ'Cause a normal human being wouldn't need
ᅠᅠᅠᅠTo pretend to be normal, to be normal
ᅠᅠᅠᅠWell I guess that's the least that I owe ya
ᅠᅠᅠᅠTo be normal in a way I couldn't be❞
song: Love, Me Normally by will wood
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