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finntheehumaneater · 4 months

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My intro post!

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“Forgive my northern attitude, oh, I was raised on little light,” (northern attitude by Noah kahan) is very true for me. Upstate New York is fucking cold and dark in the winter and fall, and I can be a bit of a bitch sometimes, so sorry if you have to witness that…but I also have a tendency to be overly nice to people. It’s not uncommon for me to get a response saying “you made me cry (in a good way)” (it’s happened like ten times now and I am so sorry to all of those people, even if it wasn’t sad or upset crying…) so be aware of that, too…

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alexistalkingsstuff · 3 months

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If I get too close

And I'm not how you hoped

Forgive my northern attitude

Oh, I was raised out in the cold

If the sun don't rise

'Til the summertime

Forgive my northern attitude

Oh, I was raised on little light

This song is literally about Matthias you cannot change my mind.

Matthias was raised in a hateful environment. He was led to believe that killing innocent people was okay because they're Grisha. Even if they didn't do anything wrong. He was taught to hunt Grisha. And he was a teenager when he joined the Druskelle. Druskelle are hateful people and Matthias was completely blind to it for so long because of how the Druskelle glorified themselves and villifide Grisha.

And then he meets Nina Zenik a Grisha girl that embodies everything Matthias has been taught to hate and yet he can't help but fall in love with her and all her beauty.

In Six of Crows and especially Crooked kingdom we see his inner battle with what he's been conditioned to believe versus his own opinion and his own voice.

"Oh I was raised on little light."

That specific lyric is what gets me. He was raised on hateful and harmful beliefs about Grisha.

To me this is Matthias trying to look at the world through a new lens for Nina and for himself.

Song- Northern Attitude by Noah Kahan.

#no mourners no funerals #grisha #leigh bardugo #helnik #matthias helvar #shadow and bone #six of crows #lyrics

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michaelsheens · 10 months

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when noah kahan said "if the sun don't rise till the summertime, forgive my northern attitude. oh, i was raised on little light" and when he said "i thought that if i piled something good on all my bad that i could cancel out the darkness i inherited from dad" and when he said "my house was designed to kinda look like it's crying. the eyes are the windows, the garage is the mouth. so when they mention the sad kid in the sad house on balch street, you won't have to guess who they're speaking about" and when he said "i was taking the wrong meds, feels good to be sad" and when he said "my mouth was designed for my foot to fit in it" and when he said "someday i’m gonna be somebody people want" and when he said "no thing so sure that i can't learn to doubt it" and when he said "i divvied up my anger into thirty separate parts, keep the bad shit in my liver and the rest around my heart. i'm still angry at my parents for what their parents did to them, but it's a start" and when he said "at the end of the day, i know there are worse ways to stay alive" and when he said "i'm terrified that i might never have met me" and when he said "i forgot my medication, fell into a manic high. spent my savings at a lulu, now i'm suffering in style. why is pain so damn impatient? ain't like it's got a place to be. keeps rushing me" and when he said "if all my life was wasted, i don't mind, i'll watch it go. yeah, it's better to die numb than feel it all" and when he said "i drink till i drown and i smoke till i'm burning" and when he said "collect every dream in these old empty pockets, in hope that i'll need them someday"

and when he said "it's an ode to the hole that i found myself stuck in, a song for the grave that i dug" and when he said "i only tell the truth when i'm sure that i'm lying" and when he said "i would leave if only i could find a reason. i'm mean because i grew up in new england. i got dreams but i can't make myself believe them. spend the rest of my life with what could have been, and i will die in the house that i grew up in. i'm homesick" and when he said "it only falls into place when you're falling to pieces" and when he said "the whole place is quiet. you miss something that you can't place but you can't deny it. don't know whether you want a place in the coast or the country. you can't stay here, it's hard to face and it feels too ugly. you light a fire inside, let it burn" and when he said "with a past box of photos i rip myself open" and when he said "feel the rush of my blood, i'm seventeen again. i am not scared of death, i've got dreams again" and when he said "a minute from home, but i feel so far from it. the death of my dog, the stretch of my skin. it's all washing over me, i'm angry again. the things that i lost here, the people i knew, they got me surrounded for a mile or two" and when he said "my medicine is drowning your perspective out, so i ain't taking any fault" and when he said "i ain't proud of all the punches that i've thrown in the name of someone i no longer know. for the shame of being young, drunk and alone"

and when he said "'son, are you a danger to yourself?' well, fuck that, sir, just let me call. i'll give you my blood alcohol, i'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell. i'll change my faith, i'll kiss the badge. just wait, i swear she'll call me back. 'son, why do you do this to yourself?'" and when he said "i'll turn up the music and i'll forget until it ends that i'm not ready to let go yet" and when he said "i'm in my car and i see the yard, the patch of grass where we buried the dog. and the world makes sense behind a chain-link fence. if i could leave, i would've already left" and when he said "i thought i had something, and that's the same as having something. i get mad at nothing, blame my dad for something. i pull no punches, then feel bad for months. thought i was raised better. tried to fake better, tried to blame weather and escape better. hope the skin heals where the pain enters" and when he said "i saw the end, it looks just like the middle. got a paper and pen and a page with no space. i filled the hole in my head with prescription medication, then forgot how to cry. who am i to complain? and now the pain's different. it still exists, it just escapes different and evades vision. makes the rain different, makes the news boring and my rage distant. yes, i'm young and living dreams, in love with being noticed and afraid of being seen. but i can finally eat and i can fall asleep. it's fine, fine, fine" and when he said "medicate, meditate, swear your soul to jesus. throw a punch, fall in love, give yourself a reason" and when he said "we spent so long just getting by. that's the thing about survival. who the hell, who the hell likes living just to die?"

#noah kahan #you think this is long?#listen. i made one of these with ALL my favorite lyrics and it was at least three times as long as this #and i was like i absolutely cannot post that because skdfdfsk wow #so i picked just a few that speak to me in a very specific way and to establish a ✨ theme ✨#text #long post

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sunflowersandsapphires · 10 months

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Northern Attitude

Summary: Frank Castle x fem!OC (meant to be interpreted as Frank Castle x Reader). As Frank realizes that he and Wren are growing closer, he lashes out in fear. Hurt/comfort ensues.

Content Warnings: she/her pronouns used for Wren, misogynistic language, swearing

WC: 2.3k

Note from the author: This is my first ever fic so please let me know if you like it! Lore for the universe that this story takes place in can be found here!

“If the sun don't rise 'til the summertime, forgive my northern attitude. Oh, I was raised on little light”

—Northern Attitude by Noah Kahan (it’s a great song! Check it out.)

In hindsight, she shouldn’t have pushed him so far when he was already in a bad mood. Though, to be fair, she just wanted to help.

“Frank, please…” She tried again, her resolve standing strong despite his complaints.

“No, Wren. It’s getting cold. We can’t be stopping for every little thing.” He pushed ahead, not looking at her.

“Little thing? Frank, you got stabbed—“

“‘Stabbed’ fuck’s sake. He barely touched me. Besides, bleedin’ comes with the territory.”

“Gods above,” she rolled her eyes. “Please, just stop for a moment so I can take a look? If it gets infected—“

“‘m fine Wren,” he grumbled. “Drop it.”

“It won’t take long. Just a few minutes to clean and rewrap it!” She offered, hopefully.

“No.”

“But—“

“FOR FUCK’S SAKE, WREN. NO!” Frank roared, spinning to face her. Wren stepped back slightly as he continued. “You think that because you’re here now, stuck to me like a thorn in my side, I need your help every time some bastard nicks me? I was damned alright on my own. Stop fuckin’ pesterin’ me about it and start walking.”

Frank spun back to the trail, stomping away, boots crunching on the partially frozen soil.

Wren pressed her lips together, guilt welling up in her throat. She shifted her pack to the other shoulder and started after him, keeping farther behind than before.

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After a few hours of walking in tense silence, the pair finally stopped at an inn. While she was quite ready for a meal and a break from trekking through dense forest, she’d been dreading this conversation for miles.

“Frank,” she started hesitantly, “did you, um, want two rooms tonight or..?”

“Why would we waste coins on an extra room? We ain’t exactly swimming in riches these days.” He snapped at her, walking inside.

“Oh, right. Sorry,” she murmured, trailing behind.

The pub was crowded, but it was warmer than outside. Wren let out a breath of relief, pulling the hood of her cloak away from her face. Frank, ever the menace, left his black hood on, shoving through patrons to get to the bar.

“What can I get ya?” The barkeep trained her eyes on Frank.

“Beer.” He grunted, pushing a few coins towards her.

“And a room, if you have one.” Wren added, walking up next to him, adding another handful of coins.

“You got it.” The barkeep smiled, passing Frank a foaming pint and Wren a brass key. “Upstairs, 3rd door on the left, love.”

Wren thanked her softly and headed off to the stairs.

Frank set to work draining the glass in front of him. Sighing, he dragged a hand down his face. Fuck, he was tired. The wound in his side ached like hell, and his argument with Wren had set him on edge. It had been years since he’d had someone else to worry about, to care for, to let care for him—it was difficult letting that happen again after…everything. If he could muster up the courage to let his guard down, he wouldn’t mind her help stitching him up. She was always so gentle about it, and the way the warmth from her delicate touch would linger on his skin—

Frank’s dangerous train of thought was interrupted by uproarious laughter from a group of drunk patrons to his left.

He gave a low snarl and took a swig of his beer. He was simply escorting Wren. They had been headed the same way and it didn’t make sense to pay more to travel alone. He’d wanted to make it clear that their companionship was a matter of convenience but, somewhere in the fog of shared beds and soft reassurances, the lines had been crossed. He didn’t need her. Well, he didn’t use to. The urge to just break down and give in to her sweetness got stronger by the day. And it scared the shit out of him.

It was clear that he needed to distance himself from her somehow, or he’d be sucked into her trap. Sighing roughly, he dug the heels of his hands into his eyes. Someone in front of him cleared their throat.

The barkeep passed him a fresh beer and a bowl of stew. He looked up, curiously. The bartender smiled, “On the house. Somethin’ tells me yer girl would have my head if I gave ya nothin’ but one crap beer on a night like this.”

Frank forced a chuckle, trying not to let the comment add to his existing emotional turmoil. “Thanks.”

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As he finished his meal, savoring its lasting warmth, he felt a presence over his shoulder. “How was it?” Wren murmured as she took a seat next to him.

“A’right.” Gulping down the last of his beer, he wiped a hand over his mouth and stood from his chair from his chair. “I’m gonna head up. Don’t be long.” And with that, Frank was gone.

Wren sighed, giving a small wave to the bartender and tossing more coins to her. Once provided with her own bowl of stew, she ate quickly and headed up to the room to face Frank for, what she hoped, would be the last time before a good night’s rest.

When she opened the door, the light was dim, but she could make out Frank’s form on the floor next to the bed.

“Did the mattress offend you?” She prompted him.

“We ain’t sharin’ tonight.” He grumbled, clearly nearing sleep already. “Take the bed. I’m fine down here.”

Not wanting to set him off again, she simply murmured “Alright…” and set to work dressing for bed.

She worried her bottom lip as she settled under the covers, running through the past few days in her head, racking her brain for the cause of his outburst today. Blinking back tears, his words echoed in her head.

“Stuck to me like a thorn in my side…fuckin’ pesterin’ me” was she being so bothersome? She’d been more open about her concern recently, but he had too. Hadn’t he? It was clear he wanted to seem like she meant nothing to him most days, but that couldn’t be entirely true. After all, his current stab wound had been obtained while wailing on a group of drunk thugs for calling her his “outspoken, unsightly whore”.

The longer she thought about it…maybe that wasn’t a defense of her at all. Maybe she’d let her judgment of his actions become clouded by her own desire—to love and be loved. Maybe Frank had been defending his own honor, angry that he’d been so publicly associated with her.

The tears were falling freely now, all of her resolve being poured into keeping quiet and letting him rest. Since when had she given this much of a shit about his feelings towards her? He had always made it clear, this was temporary. But the close contact and lingering stares had sparked hope in her naive little heart.

She thought back to the first time they met. The argument they’d had over their combined fate.

“Even if I believed in destiny, you sure as shit ain’t mine, kid. Get on your way.” Maybe she should take his former advice.

Frank shifted on the ground, startling her slightly. She took a deep breath, deciding to speak with him in the morning. If Frank truly didn’t want to travel with her anymore, she wouldn’t be the person forcing him to. With another breath, she closed her eyes and slowly settled into a restless sleep.

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Frank gritted his teeth, shifting on the ground as silently as he could. Cursing his decision to ice Wren out, he let out a shaky breath. Predictably, the wound in his side did not feel better after sleeping a number of hours on the floor. He supposed that there was no one to blame but himself.

His entire body ached, and hearing her cry herself to sleep had been another kind of agony. It took every ounce of his strength to not jump up to comfort her. He never intended to be this much of an asshole, but he couldn’t risk subjecting Wren to his family’s fate. Damn him for getting attached before pulling away, which no doubt meant it was harder on them both now.

A small sound pulled him from his self-deprecating thoughts, a whimper. Wren was crying out for help in her sleep; her brain creating nightmares, no doubt because of the emotional toll the day had taken on her—that his words had taken on her.

Another small cry, followed by rustling of sheets. “Please…no…please don’t.”

“‘S ok Wren. You’re just dreamin’” He called to her, turning over and kneeling by the bed. His hands hovered over her hunched form, as if his body still wasn’t willing to break the barrier he’d worked hard to place between them that day.

Wren choked on a nightmare-induced sob, “help…anyone please!”

“You’re killin’ me, kid.” Frank set his jaw, running through his options. Letting her in would get her hurt, he reminded himself, he couldn’t do that to her. Frank started withdrawing from the bed, pushing down his guilt. He started to lay down, and then—

“Frank!! Frank please,” Wren bawled “please help. Don’t let them…”

“Aw hell.” Distance be damned, his girl needed him. Carefully, he sat next to Wren on the bed, stroking her arm gently. “I’m right here, sweetheart.” After another pained cry from Wren, Frank began to gather her into his arms. “They can’t hurt ya. I’m right here.”

She woke with a start, flailing slightly before realizing where she was. “Frank?” Her voice broke as she said his name.

“Yah, sweetheart.” He pulled her into his chest, tenderly. “I gotcha.”

Tears started trailing down Wren’s cheeks. Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, she choked in a breath. They sat there for a few moments, small sobs falling from Wren's mouth punctuating the silence. Eventually, she spoke. “I’m sorry, I— I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“Hey,” Frank wiped her tears with his thumb, “I was already up. Floor’s uncomfortable as shit.” He cracked a small smile, but Wren’s face crumpled. She pushed back from him and off of his lap.

“I didn’t mean to bother you again. I’m ok. I’ll be fine.” She blinked back more tears. “We can part ways in the morning. You won’t be…won’t be stuck with me anymore.” The last sentence broke off in a strangled sob and Wren turned away from him slightly.

“Oh Wren,” Frank murmured, furious at himself, “What I said earlier, I was angry and scared. You’re not a bother.”

Wren looked at him through tears, “I’m not?”

“No, lovely. I’m just an asshole. C’mere.” Frank opened his arms for her and gestured for her to come back.

Wren returned to her place against his chest, tucking her face into his neck. “You’re not an asshole,” she sniffled. “I just—got confused.”

Frank sighed, brushing some hair off of her cheek. “I know, sweetheart. That’s my fault too.”

“That, we can agree on.” Wren murmured against his neck, playing with a loose thread on his shirt.

Frank snorted. “Oh yah?” He stroked Wren’s back gently. “I’m sorry, lovely. I do care about you. I always will. But…” Frank took a shuddering breath. “If you get close to me, you’ll get hurt. It’s not avoidable. This world is too cruel to let us slip by unscathed. And I won’t let you get hurt, Wren, I can’t.”

“I know the risks, Frank. I’m not a safe choice of companion either.” Her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, but the look in her eyes was fierce as she held his gaze. “But I still want to be close to you. Are you willing to let me try?”

Frank set his jaw. “Shit sweetheart, I want to tell ya no, but when you look at me with that face...” He exhaled roughly, pursing his lips.

“We might get hurt,” Wren continued, holding his waist with one hand to pull them impossibly closer. “But is being bitter and alone really worth it to you, Frank?”

Frank let his head fall against hers, foreheads touching. His eyes fell closed as her free hand came up to gently knead at the nape of his neck.

“Hey,” She whispered. “Look at me for one more moment.”

Frank opened his eyes. She cupped his cheek, stroking it gently with her thumb. “I’m not helpless, you know. You’ve seen me in a fight. Traveling with you is the best thing that’s happened to me in years. I’m not willing to just give up on that if you want me here.”

“I want you here.” Frank affirmed. “I do, Wren. I don’t deserve it, I never will. But if you’re willing to deal with my grumpy ass, I’ll let ya.”

“One of these days, I’ll get you to believe you deserve good things, old man.”

“Keep dreamin’, kid”

Wren let out a shaky laugh, face falling back into the curve of his neck. Frank pressed his lips firmly to her forehead, then softly to the bridge of her nose. Wren scrunched her nose in response and smiled.

“I’m sorry about today, sweetheart. I got in my head and took it out on you. Let me make it up to ya?” Frank bumped their noses together.

“You better.” Wren gave him an overdramatic glare which made him grin.

He kissed her forehead again. “I will. But first, I am so not sleeping on that shit floor after this.” He laid them both down on the bed. Wren shifted slightly so she was wrapped around him like an octopus.

Burying her head in his chest, she mumbled, “You’d have to escape me first.”

Frank chuckled. “You’ve bested me. Guess we can share.”

Wren nuzzled into him happily. “Guess we can.”

“Sleep well, sweetheart. I gotcha now.”

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