spotify playlists i made that i love:
for instantly inducing sadness and depression
for losing sight of what love means to you
for feeling present in the current moment
for deep-rooted loneliness
for the pure excitement of having a crush
for sleeping
for the person who left and would ruin you if they ever came back
for a love that rages like a fire
for your pride & prejudice hand flex moment
for feeling dreamy
for your radiohead fix
for crying while still bopping along
for drinking warm spiced milk on a rainy day
for feeling like you're an indie coming of age film
for the nostalgic emo phase
for feeling wretched
for when you're walking the streets of a new city by yourself
for daydreaming about moving to new york city with your best friends
for bangerz only
for wearing bold lipstick
for your bollywood fix
for allowing yourself to change
for feeling like you're floating on your back in a swimming pool at night in an indie movie
for your gracie abrams fix
for when you don't recognize yourself
for my desi diaspora kids
for my desi diaspora kids pt 2
for traveling and being present
for feeling like a smashed vase, or for smashing vases
for the jungle
for your james blake fix
for managing the aux cord
for feeling like the color orange, or perhaps the fruit. either one
for late night car rides surrounded by the open sky
for seeing the end of the world but smiling ridiculously
for your ridiculous bestie
for dying of love
for gradually falling into sleep
for your joji fix
for watching bright orange sunsets while hating yourself
for feeling the first warmth of summer hit you
for feeling like the weird kid in class again
for learning to live without the heartache it gives you
for playing breath of the wild
for realizing that romantic love will not be the thing that heals you
for whispering secrets to your best friend
for the kids who grew up on the internet
for love, or the lack thereof
for when you want to move to a new city but something is keeping you where you are
for your morning walk
for sitting in a field of marigolds
for beat drops that make you go feral
for traveling to see your best friends
for not allowing yourself to feel ridiculous anymore
for feeling like a perpetually open wound
for risk-taking
for your coke studio pakistan fix
for waiting for better days
for haunting
for being afraid that this is all there is
for texting them to get home safe
for falling in love in the summertime
for your hallmark movie main character moment
for your slowcore fix
for studying
for eating heartshaped jam cookies
for an espresso shot of joy
for feeling like an empty well that has nothing left to give
for love-filled days
for your ariana grande fix
for web-weaving
for your commute
for losing grip of your dreams
for setting this whole year on fire
for feeling like a pakistani uncle drinking chai on the porch
for isolation
for kicking anxiety in the face
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post-trimax vash meets stampede wolfwood
[ID: Black and white comic of Vash and Wolfwood of their Stampede versions. The comic starts with Wolfwood continuing off a conversation, saying “I didn’t mean t’say anythin’ bad to her. She just took it the wrong way. But anyway...” Wolfwood speaks with a hand gestured flippantly while Vash, who’s seated next to him, just listens. Vash thinks to himself, “Talks more about himself... Honest expressions... Immature, though he was pretty immature too.” He smiles and continues to think, “And yet...”
A panel of Vash’s eye directed now to the sky. He thinks, “Some things are bound to be the same with us...” He thinks of a memory, the version from Maximum of him and Wolfwood, back shown as they chatted underneath two moons, one moon with a hole through it. Vash continues, “Isn’t that right, W-“ His thoughts are interrupted by Wolfwood coming into a view, a close up his deadpan expression. Vash utters out “-olfwood..?” with a nervous expression. He starts to explain, “Um. Sorry if it seemed like I wasn’t listening, I was! So, let’s keep talking?”
Vash smiles and puts his hands together as he says, “okay?” Wolfwood glares at him with gritted teeth and Vash immediately remembers, “Right, he’s more short-tempered...” He continues to think, “Maybe Plan B works with him—“ before he’s grabbed by his coat collar aggressively and changes thoughts, “OK, never mind, brace for impact..!” But he’s surprised when he’s tugged instead, him and Wolfwood flops against the ground. Wolfwood puts an arm over Vash and says, “I don’t need to be entertained, blondie. If yer tired, we can go to sleep.”
Two close up panels of Wolfwood and Vash’s eyes looking at each other, Wolfwood taking off Vash’s glasses as he says, “Am I wrong?” Vash thinks to himself, “Actually... I was being genuine when I said I wanted to keep talking. I don’t feel tired at all. But, I think you know this body more than I do.”
Vash’s thoughts continue, “I can’t deny the me you’re fond of from being taken care of. And I could never deny your kindness. Even though...” Vash finally smiles and says, “You’re not wrong...” Wolfwood smiles back before tugging Vash closer and says, “Then, let’s sleep.” Vash asks, “Should we get a blanket?” Wolfwood asks, “Why?” before kissing Vash on the cheek, “I’ll keep you warm.” Vash puts his face into both his hands and flushes. Wolfwood smiles cheekily and asks, “What?” Vash responds, “I was caught off guard..” Wolfwood says, “You’ve said worse though.” Vash responds, “Did I...” The panel phases out and the dialogue returns to Vash’s thoughts. He thinks, “I want to stay a bit longer. Talk a bit longer.
You’re tired here too. The future is always going to be unfair to you. I want to protect you from it. I want to hold you close so you won’t go far.” The thoughts overlap the scene of Wolfwood now sleeping peacefully against Vash with an arm over him, Vash’s jacket draped against him as a blanket. Vash looks at him and a small thought bubble thinks, “He can fall asleep first...” His previous thoughts continue, “I know I can’t. I already had that chance.” A close up of Vash putting his hand over Wolfwood’s. He continues, “I wasn’t capable once, I can’t be sure I’d be capable a second time. And in a way...”
Vash’s thoughts continue with the back drop of the sky, Stampede’s sky of two moons without holes, “Some things are bound to be the same. But I know you’ll be loved again and again in a way I’d never know.” A split panel, one half contains the sleeping face of Wolfwood from Stampede, the other of Wolfwood from Trimax. In turn, the Vash lying down looking fondly at Wolfwood shifts to the post Trimax Vash while the other versions, Stampede and earlier Trimax, are faintly drawn next to him doing the same. Vash closes his eyes and finally drifts to sleep as the final text reads, “Goodnight, Wolfwood.”
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OKAY here we go. robots receiving 1st aid [NOT. to be. confused with the character of the same name. NOT in this one]
[ID: TF:V screenshots of Blacker, a mostly red autobot, injured and receiving care from his team.
1. Blacker, scuffed and grimacing being cradled close to Greatshot. Pressed to his chest and one hand supporting his head. Blacker's saying "I'm fine. I made a mistake..."
2. A mechanically complicated device that still clearly resemebles an IV blood bag. AB type on the label included.
3. The smaller hands of one of the rescue team, applying a metal patch, some form of liquid bonder beneath it, to the exposed mechanics of Blacker's leg. The medic says "You're okay".
4. Blacker laying on the ground, body surrounded by the smaller forms of the rescue team, caring for him. Blacker's own teammates crouch by his head. A space shuttle in the forground. The medic continuing "If we give you lots of treatment at the Shuttle Base, you'll be back to normal!".
5. Blacker, looking up and over his shoulder at his teammates, the IV bag also in shot. He saying "Don't worry about me you two, the energy...!" END]
annnnd shots i almost left out but cant... in good conscious to the bit and in deference to my whole. deal.
[ID: 1. Blacker, sitting, with one hand wrapped actual fabric bandages, and more used to make a sling for it. His blue teammate, Braver, behind him. Jan, a human boy, stands by Blacker's hip looking at him. Subtitles "I know, I know!" END]
lol. i mean. if it works.
[ID: Blacker layed out on top of Greatshot, likely from being pulled/carried and both of them collasping. Blacker's fully missing one arm at the upper bicept, the cut jagged and sparking. He's scuffed and with a pained expression. END]
um....
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thinking about horror film au marauders.. (tw. lotta gore)
lily the nerdy, bossy character that comes out with a giant axe and brutally beats up the killer/s to the shock of every other character
peter is either the bargaining character that tries to bargain and give the killer/s what they want just as he's about to die. or the character secretly on the killer's side that's revealed at the end
definitely giving wolfstar the making out whilst a killer is in their house/car/woods
mary, dorcas, remus, and lily all turning to each other wondering which of them is gonna die first, when they realise they're basically in a horror film cause of the black character dying first trope (i watched the blackening yesterday and the tagline "we can't all die first" gave me this hc. very good film. highly recommend)
sirius is the resident horror film expert that tells them what the killer usually does next (im imagining someone dying and everyone is just screaming over the dying body and sirius is also screaming but then adds in "this is exactly like that scene in wrong turn!"
the screamers are probably mary, remus, and james. not a definite though. i can see it being other people.
marlene gets the most jump scare scenes and emmeline gets the most hearing creaking and footsteps
james is the best at fighting but absolutely hates blood. feel like there needs to be a scene where he's like punching a masked killer and is doing SO WELL. and he gets the killer on the ground and is about to pull the mask off when the killer pulls out a knife and stabs at his hands and chest and shit. and he just screams and backs away staring at his blood until he faints.
as marlene dies, she clutches dorcas' hand and whispers "the lesbians never get a happy ending. apart from fear street... why couldn’t this be like fear street?"
the final girl HAS to be mary. ofc.
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