#i love these classical playlists i get to make on a whim
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The Real Wood-Classic - twst playlist (dance string)
#twisted wonderland#kalim al asim#stage in playful land#twst event#twst event playlist#twst halloween#twst playlist#classical music#classical playlist#i love these classical playlists i get to make on a whim#it ends up being very instructive
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No Good Deed Unpunished
Sam decides to help Dean and Cas get their heads out of their asses. He pays the price.
Suptober prompt: Digital
Flufftober prompt: Thick as Thieves
Fictober prompt: “That was not my intention.”
Inktober prompt: Bat
(Read on AO3)
“Perhaps you could just... Put it in some rice for a few days? I've seen on the internet where that can repair damaged electronics.” Cas was clearly contrite, and Sam appreciated his attempt to help, but...
“No amount of rice is going to fix this thing,” Sam lamented as he watched his iPad leak fat drops of cheap red wine onto the floor.
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It was a simple plan, a good plan. Fed up with watching his brother and his brother's angel bat their eyes at each other, the UST so thick that it was hard to breathe sometimes, Sam had pulled Cas aside one afternoon and laid it all out:
“Look, man, you love Dean and Dean loves you. Neither of you has got the balls to make the first move, and I'm tired of waiting for that to change. How can we make this happen?”
It took most of an hour to argue Cas out of his self-loathing, self-effacing, self-denying mindset and bring him around to Sam's point of view. They spent the next hour hashing out increasingly elaborate and impractical plans to drag Dean onto the same page. Eventually, Sam had had enough.
“Okay, whoa, time out, time out. We're thinking about this all wrong. Let's keep it simple. We'll go with the classics.”
They'd sent Dean out with a list of petty errands that they claimed were urgent. While he was out, the two of them had hit the storerooms, digging up a linen tablecloth, a set of nice china, and some silver candlesticks. Sam had laid everything out on the library table, and downloaded a playlist of classic rock love songs onto his iPad for ambience. Meanwhile, Cas had run out for Dean's favorite burgers and a pie from the bakery downtown. On a romantic whim, he'd picked up a bottle of wine to accompany. They'd barely gotten everything set up when they'd heard the distinctive growl of the Impala pulling into the garage. Sam had made himself scarce, leaving Cas and Dean to their intimate meal, hopefully with a side of mutual confession and making out.
It was a good plan, and it had worked, as far as he could tell. Surveying Cas's well-tousled hair and rumpled shirt, and the fresh love bites on Dean's neck, he'd say the plan had worked. But there was collateral damage. Several pieces of the china had fallen (or been knocked) off the table and shattered. The tablecloth was rumpled, and soaked with a massive puddle of red wine. Smack in the center of the puddle, his poor iPad was on its way to digital Doggy Heaven.
Sam's emotions were a welter. Pride for his successful scheming warred with elation for his brother clashed with despair for his ruined tablet. Cas looked to be in a similar state. His cheeks were flushed from the wine and the euphoria of a love newly (and finally) requited, but his eyes welled with regretful tears.
“I am so sorry for the damage, Sam,” he said, wringing his hands, apologetic. “You must know that was not my intention. You were so helpful in setting this up for us, and to repay you in this manner...”
“Wait a minute,” Dean interjected. “You helped him set this up? This is why the two of you were thick as thieves all afternoon? Did– Sam, did you put him up to this?”
Dean's expression rapidly morphed from love-drunk to played. Sam started to panic, stunned and angry that this could all still go off the rails if Dean's self-doubt had its way.
“Dean, no, we–” he began, desperately hoping to head off his brother's impending doom spiral.
Cas got there first.
“Beloved,” he murmured, putting a hand on Dean's cheek. “Sam did help me to understand that this was possible, and assist me in setting up this meal, but my love for you is no one's idea but my own. Perhaps we could go to our room and... discuss this more deeply?"
At that, Dean calmed. He grinned. He grabbed Cas's free hand and tugged, growling “Our room, sunshine? I like the sound of that. Yeah, let's have a deep discussion.”
As his brother dragged his angel down the hall, he turned to call over his shoulder, “We'll buy you a new iPad, Sammy. Just... Tomorrow. Or maybe the day after, I dunno. Hey, you still got those noise-canceling headphones?”
Sam sighed and dashed down the hall. He needed to find those headphones immediately.
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CW for discussion of suicide
- She's the crazy ex-girlfriend
- What? No, I'm not.
- She's the crazy ex-girlfriend
- That's a sexist term!
- She's the crazy ex-girlfriend
- Can you guys stop singing for just a second?
- She's so broken insiiiiiide!
- The situation's a lot more nuanced than that!
There’s the essay! You get it now. JK.
Crazy Ex-Girlfriend is the culmination of Rachel Bloom’s YouTube channel (and the song “Fuck Me, Ray Bradbury” in particular where she combined her lifelong obsession with musical theatre and sketch comedy and Aline Brosh McKenna stumbling onto Bloom’s channel one night while having an idea for a television show that subverted the tropes in scripts she’d been writing like The Devil Wears Prada and 27 Dresses.
The show begins with a flashback to teenage Rebecca Bunch (played by Bloom) at summer camp performing in South Pacific. She leaves summer camp gushing about the performance, holding hands with the guy she spent all summer with, Josh Chan. He says it was fun for the time, but it’s time to get back to real life. We flash forward to the present in New York, Rebecca’s world muted in greys and blues with clothing as conservative as her hair.
She’s become a top tier lawyer, a career that she doesn’t enjoy but was pushed into by her overprotective, controlling mother. She’s just found out she’s being promoted to junior partner, and that’s just objectively, on paper fantastic, right?! ...So why isn’t she happy? She goes out onto the streets in the midst of a panic attack, spilling her pills all over the ground, and suddenly sees an ad for butter asking, “When was the last time you were truly happy?” A literal arrow and beam of sunlight then point to none other than Josh Chan. She strikes up a conversation with him where he tells her he’s been trying to make it in New York but doesn’t like it, so he’s moving back to his hometown, West Covina, California, where everyone is just...happy.
The word echoes in her mind, and she absorbs it like a pill. She decides to break free of the hold others have had over her life and turns down the promotion of her mother’s dreams. I didn’t realize the show was a musical when I started it, and it’s at this point that Rebecca is breaking out into its first song, “West Covina”. It’s a parody of the extravagant, classic Broadway numbers filled with a children’s marching band whose funding gets cut, locals joining Rebecca in synchronized song and dance, and finishing with her being lifted into the sky while sitting on a giant pretzel. This was the moment I realized there was something special here.
With this introduction, the stage has been set for the premise of the show. Each season was planned with an overall theme. Season one is all about denial, season two is about being obsessed with love and losing yourself in it, season three is about the spiral and hitting rock bottom, and season four is about renewal and starting from scratch. You can see this from how the theme songs change every year, each being the musical thesis for that season.
We start the show with a bunch of cliché characters: the crazy ex-girlfriend; her quirky sidekick; the hot love interest; his bitchy girlfriend; and his sarcastic best friend who’s clearly a much better match for the heroine. The magic of Crazy Ex-Girlfriend is that no one in West Covina is the sum of their tropes. As Rachel says herself, “People aren’t badly written, people are made of specificities.”
The show is revolutionary for the authenticity with which it explores various topics but for the sake of this piece, we’ll discuss mental health, gender, Jewish identity, and sexuality. All topics that Bloom has dug into in her previous works but none better than here.
Simply from the title, many may be put off, but this is a story that has always been about deconstructing stereotypes. Rather than being called The Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, where the story would be from an outsider’s perspective, this story is from that woman’s point of view because the point isn’t to demonize Rebecca, it’s to understand her. Even if you hate her for all the awful things she’s doing.
The musical numbers are shown to be in Rebecca’s imagination, and she tells us they’re how she processes the world, but as she starts healing in the final season, she isn’t the lead singer so often anymore and other characters get to have their own problems and starring roles. When she does have a song, it’s because she’s backsliding into her former patterns.
While a lot of media will have characters that seem to have some sort of vague disorder, Crazy Ex-Girlfriend goes a step further and actually diagnoses Rebecca with Borderline Personality Disorder, while giving her an earnest, soaring anthem. She’s excited and relieved to finally have words for what’s plagued her whole life.
When diagnosing Rebecca, the show’s team consulted with doctors and psychiatrists to give her a proper diagnosis that ended up resonating with many who share it. BPD is a demonized and misunderstood disorder, and I’ve heard that for many, Crazy Ex-Girlfriend is the first honest and kind depiction they’ve seen of it in media. Where the taboo of mental illness often leads people to not get any help, Crazy Ex-Girlfriend says there is freedom and healing in identifying and sharing these parts of yourself with others.
Media often uses suicide for comedy or romanticizes it, but Crazy Ex-Girlfriend explored what’s going through someone’s mind to reach that bottomless pit. Its climactic episode is written by Jack Dolgen (Bloom’s long-time musical collaborator, co-songwriter and writer for the show) who’s dealt with suicidal ideation. Many misunderstood suicide as the person simply wanting to die for no reason, but Rebecca tells her best friend, “I didn’t even want to die. I just wanted the pain to stop. It’s like I was out of stories to tell myself that things would be okay.”
Bloom has never shied away from heavy topics. The show discusses in song the horrors of what women do to their bodies and self-esteem to conform to beauty standards, the contradiction of girl power songs that tell you to “Put Yourself First” but make sure you look good for men while doing it, and the importance of women bonding over how terrible straight men are are near and dear to her heart. This is a show that centers marginalized women, pokes fun at the misogyny they go through, and ultimately tells us the love story we thought was going to happen wasn’t between a woman and some guy but between her and her best friend.
I probably haven’t watched enough Jewish TV or film, but to me, Crazy Ex-Girlfriend is the most unapologetic and relatable Jewish portrayal I’ve seen overall. From Rebecca’s relationship with her toxic, controlling mother (if anyone ever wants to know what my mother’s like, I send them “Where’s the Bathroom”) to Patti Lupone’s Rabbi Shari answering a Rebecca that doesn’t believe in God, “Always questioning! That is the true spirit of the Jewish people,” the Jewish voices behind the show are clear.
Crazy Ex-Girlfriend continues to challenge our perceptions when a middle-aged man with an ex-wife and daughter realizes he’s bisexual and comes out in a Huey Lewis saxophone reverie. The hyper-feminine mean girl breaks up with her boyfriend and realizes the reason she was so obsessed with getting him to commit to her is the same reason she’s so scared to have female friends. She was suffering under the weight of compulsory heterosexuality, but thanks to Rebecca, she eventually finds love and friendship with women.
This thread is woven throughout the show. Many of the characters tell Rebecca when she’s at her lowest of how their lives would’ve never changed for the better if it wasn’t for her. She was a tornado that blew through West Covina, but instead of leaving destruction in her wake, she blew apart their façades, forcing true introspection into what made them happy too.
Rebecca’s story is that of a woman who felt hopeless, who felt no love or happiness in her life, when that’s all she’s ever wanted. She tried desperately to fill that void through validation from her parents and random men, things romantic comedies had taught her matter most but came up empty. She tried on a multitude of identities through the musical numbers in her mind, seeing herself as the hero and villain of the story, and eventually realized she’s neither because life doesn’t make narrative sense.
It takes her a long time but eventually she sees that all the things she thought would solve her problems can’t actually bring her happiness. What does is the real family she finds in West Covina, the town she moved to on a whim, and finally having agency over herself to use her own voice and tell her story through music.
The first words spoken by Rebecca are, “When I sang my solo, I felt, like, a really palpable connection with the audience.” Her last words are, “This is a song I wrote.” This connection with the audience that brought her such joy is something she finally gets when she gets to perform her story not to us, the TV audience, but to her loved ones in West Covina. Rebecca (and Rachel) always felt like an outcast, West Covina (and creating the show) showed her how cathartic it is to find others who understand you.
Crazy Ex-Girlfriend is the prologue to Rebecca’s life and the radical story of someone getting better. She didn’t need to change her entire being to find acceptance and happiness, she needed to embrace herself and accept love and help from others who truly cared for her. Community is what she always needed and community is what ultimately saved her.
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P.S. If you have Spotify... I also process life through music, so I made some playlists related to the show because what better way to express my deep affection for it than through song?
CXG parodies, references, and is inspired by a lot of music from all kinds of genres, musicals, and musicians. Same goes for the videos themselves. I gathered all of them into one giant playlist along with the show’s songs.
A Rebecca Bunch mix that goes through her character arc from season 1 to 4.
I’m shamelessly a fan of Greg x Rebecca, so this is a mega mix of themselves and their relationship throughout the show.
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I’m in a TV group where we wrote essays on our favorite shows of the 2010s, so here is mine on Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, I realized I forgot to ever post it. Also wrote one for Schitt’s Creek.
#crazy ex girlfriend#crazyexedit#cxg#ceg#crazy ex gf#writing#mine#mental illness#bpd#mental health#spotify#music#playlist#essay#*
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What are unique ways Steve, Bucky and Sam show their affection?
ouuuu i like this ask. ima answer w more help from @misspluckyplum
this applies to like,,, the ships, but its also just general how each of them show their love
Steve:
-Letting people into his studio. He's super personal about his art and his studio is his like sanctioned off safe space so if someone is allowed in there, they are,,,, definitely high up on his person list
-Hanging out with someone even if he's not in a people mood. Bonus points if he feels comfortable enough to be quiet with someone (he goes quiet sometimes, but if he can do it and feel at ease rather than drained and on edge, then that's a good sign)
-On that note, his love language is definitely quality time, because if he carves out time from his Introvert Schedule to hang out with someone then lord do they mean a lot to him
-Communication. He's all about verbal intimacy more than physical intimacy, so a really deep conversation or a conversation about the nitty gritty parts of his and someone's friendship/relationship shows he really cares
-HOWEVER he is really cuddly with a select few people and if someone makes it onto his list of Safe Cuddle People then they sure as fuck are very loved by Steve
-Being a private person, he doesn't talk too much about his childhood or his life before the war, so if he lets someone in about things like his Ma, then that's a definite show of care
Sam:
-Pictures pictures PICTURES. Sammy definitely takes pictures of his friends and family and hangs them up around his home cuz he loves displaying those he cares about
-Sam 100% makes playlists for his loved ones of music that remind him of them/he thinks they'll like and he's observant enough of like,,,, his people that he always gets the vibe right. He 100% used to make mixed CDs back in the day and like,, decorated the covers
-Gift giving is one of his top love languages, so if he sees something while he's out that reminds him of a person, he'll buy it for them on a whim
-Speaking of love languages, words of affirmation are definitely like no.1 on his list and he's not shy at all about letting someone know how much they mean to him and telling them he loves them
-On a romantic note, he's sort of a classic romantic. I'm talking flowers and real sweet dates and sharing popcorn at the movies. Cute shit. I love him
-Taking interest in other people's interests. If someone expresses passion about something, he does some research into that thing so that he can converse real well about it. For example, before Steve took him to the Met, he did some research into the art movements on display there so he could keep up and let Steve talk about what he wanted
Bucky:
-Cooking for someone
-Temple kisses for romantic affection
-Little notes/love poems. He loves to write, but he needs to practice to feel like he's got what he's trying to say right, so if he puts time into that for someone, it def shows he cares
-He's definitely a lot more tactile than Steve, so he'll offer massages and such
-Bucky's love language is acts of service as shown by cooking and loves having tangible ways to show that he loves/cares/remembers things about someone. For example, he carries around apple juice for Steve when they're out and about because he knows he likes it/gets comfort from it
-Super gentle; mediator at heart. He loves being a grounding presence for those he cares about and rarely gets so mad he's shouting
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the danceracha and 3racha working aus were so funny i wanted to request a vocalracha one but i have no idea where they could work 😭
God damn you guys really enjoy my lukewarm sense of humor??? Well I just pictured vocalracha working at a tutoring center and bitching about it so here we are! Hope you enjoy <3
3-year anniversary drabble game: send me an NCT/WAYV/Stray Kids/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!
Half of this is based off of real experiences from when I used to tutor math god that was a TIME
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Title: Tutoring Shenanigans
Pairing: no pairings, just vocalracha being dumb
Triggers: a lot of cursing
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quick clarification:
seungman: seungmin
watch your foxing mouth: jeongin
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watch your foxing mouth: seungmin
watch your foxing mouth: can you please take my shift this Saturday
seungman: no
seungman: the one time I get the weekend off in ages? I'm not going to bother teaching little gremlins math who the fuck do you think I am
watch your foxing mouth: I think you’re a little asshole who’s going to spend the entire weekend just working on homework like the nerd you are
seungman: see I'd say you were right
seungman: but I don’t have homework this weekend
seungman: I actually had other plans
watch your foxing mouth: like what
watch your foxing mouth: no one’s going to ask you on a date lmao
seungman: first of all fuck you
seungman: second of all I was going to drop by at work and maybe bring you a coffee because I'm nice
seungman: but not anymore
watch your foxing mouth: bullshit you never would’ve done that in the first place
seungman: you’re absolutely right but I'm also offended that you doubted me so quickly
watch your foxing mouth: when I asked you to get me water from chan’s cafe
watch your foxing mouth: you specifically asked changbin to fill the cup with ice
watch your foxing mouth: and then you brought the cup back
watch your foxing mouth: and told me to wait
watch your foxing mouth: what the fuck kind of impression do you think that makes?
seungman: that’s fair
seungman: but I'm still offended
watch your foxing mouth: feeling offended is part of your personality
seungman: you know me so well
watch your foxing mouth: which is how I know you’ll take my shift this weekend :)
seungman: you’re funny
watch your foxing mouth: SEUNGMIN PLEASE
watch your foxing mouth: I DON’T WANT TO DEAL WITH ASHLEY AND HER FUCKING BITCH ASS
watch your foxing mouth: SHE NEVER WORKS
seungman: suck it <3
watch your foxing mouth: I hate you
seungman: love you too <3
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seungman: this small girl
seungman: walked into the center
seungman: and told me
seungman: tennis is not a fucking sport
watch your foxing mouth: I can’t believe I was getting drinks and missed that
watch your foxing mouth: what was her reasoning
seungman: ‘you don’t run in tennis’
seungman: huH?????????????????????
watch your foxing mouth: well we’ve established that these kids are rich little assholes
watch your foxing mouth: and have no brains 99% of the time
seungman: you’re right I should expect this
seungman: why do we work here again
watch your foxing mouth: rich kids = rich parents
watch your foxing mouth: rich parents = rich establishment
watch your foxing mouth: rich establishment = slightly higher than minimum wage pay
seungman: fuck you’re right
seungman: idk I feel like I'd be having more fun working at the cafe even if the pay’s worse
watch your foxing mouth: money or fun?
seungman: the ultimate question of life
watch your foxing mouth: fuck capitalism
seungman: you say that yet you’re slaving your ass off teaching basic math to kids who don’t want to learn for a salary that’s a third of what you could be earning as a private tutor
watch your foxing mouth: WELL IF I HAD A FUCKING CAR
seungman: you’d drive it into another tree
watch your foxing mouth: honestly fuck you I'm dumping your shitty americano into the storm drain
seungman: look you hit the tree not me
watch your foxing mouth: IT WASN’T EVEN THAT BAD THE BARK WAS SOFT AND THE CAR WAS FINE
seungman: allow me to repeat
seungman: you
seungman: hit
seungman: a
watch your foxing mouth: SHUT U P
seungman: fucking
watch your foxing mouth: QUIT
seungman: t r e e
seungman: IN A PARKING LOT
watch your foxing mouth: just dumped out your drink <3
seungman: you better be kidding me
seungman: you better be fucking kidding me
seungman: YANG JEONGIN
read by one at 4:49 pm
seungman: I'm transferring that bitch ashley to your table fuck you
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watch your foxing mouth: why are you the one who always controls the music player
watch your foxing mouth: I want to play my tunes too asshole
seungman: no one can concentrate with your fucking trot shit playing in the background
watch your foxing mouth: and we can deal with your shitty ‘lo-fi comfortable beats’ or whatever the fuck is in your YouTube playlist?
seungman: if the parents are happy with it then we’re like. legally obligated to keep doing it
seungman: kevin would play strictly beyonce if he was in charge of the music
seungman: you would play shitty trot
watch your foxing mouth: my taste in music is not shitty thank you very very much
seungman: sangyeon would play like. classical music idk he’s an old man like that
seungman: and if we left it up to the kids wap would be playing all day every day
watch your foxing mouth: I hate it when you make sense
watch your foxing mouth: god damn just noticed all of the people working here are male
seungman: except yeji
watch your foxing mouth: oh right except her
watch your foxing mouth: but also where is the female representation???????
seungman: they’re smarter than us
seungman: they’re either out of state for college
seungman: or they can actually drive
seungman: meaning they can afford to tutor privately
watch your foxing mouth: this is why men suck
watch your foxing mouth: we’re not smart enough to turn shit around
seungman: and we end up stuck catering to the whims of rich little assholes who aren’t going to learn jack shit anyway
watch your foxing mouth: sigh
seungman: sigh
watch your foxing mouth: ASHLEY IS HERE I’M NOT TAKING HER MY TABLE IS FULL
seungman: FUCK I HAVE A SPOT LEFT
seungman: OH FUCK YOU SANGYEON
watch your foxing mouth: suffer
seungman: my existence is pain
seungman: suddenly I have the burning desire to learn to drive
seungman: at least I wouldn’t hit trees in the parking lot
watch your foxing mouth: see I know you’re trying to provoke me but I'm not going to give in because watching you deal with ashley is satisfying enough
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watch your foxing mouth: my brain is fried
seungman: is this supposed to be news
watch your foxing mouth: honestly I'd be offended but I'm too tired to express it
watch your foxing mouth: I never knew teaching basic addition could be so tiring
seungman: why do tutors exist
seungman: why don’t teachers do their jobs
watch your foxing mouth: idk
watch your foxing mouth: why do we have to do their jobs for them for far less pay
seungman: throwback to the time the owners kept forgetting to give us a raise even though we were the longest standing employees at this shitty center
watch your foxing mouth: don't fucking remind me
watch your foxing mouth: I'm just sitting in the cafe trying to erase all thoughts of ashley from my head
watch your foxing mouth: I wish sangyeon was here today
seungman: god yes that bitch ella is awful
seungman: why does she walk around like she owns the fucking place
watch your foxing mouth: bright ass lipstick and shit
watch your foxing mouth: like no bitch
watch your foxing mouth: I understand you do our schedules but I also understand you’re an asshole
seungman: sometimes I want to set this center on fire
watch your foxing mouth: afuckingmen
watch your foxing mouth: oh hey
watch your foxing mouth: oh fuck
seungman: ?
seungman: why do I hear sirens
seungman: and see smoke
seungman: jeongin
seungman: JEONGIN ANSWER ME YOU BETTER NOT FUCKING BE DEAD
watch your foxing mouth: calm your tits
watch your foxing mouth: didn’t know you cared that much about me
seungman: I don’t
seungman: who would I bitch about work to if you died
watch your foxing mouth: honestly fuck you
seungman: anyway what happened
watch your foxing mouth: jisung set the refrigerator on fire
watch your foxing mouth: it was glorious
seungman: you’re telling me jisung almost burnt this center down
seungman: b u t d i d n t ?
watch your foxing mouth: sadly
seungman: shame
seungman: would’ve loved to see that bitch ella burn
watch your foxing mouth: can’t all have what we want ig
seungman: wait give me a sec I'm clocking out I want to see this mess
watch your foxing mouth: come out quick chan looks like he’s going to cry
watch your foxing mouth: it’s hilarious
seungman: doesn’t he refer to you as his child?
watch your foxing mouth: what of it
seungman: idk
seungman: just if I talked about my parents like that I'd be six feet under by now
watch your foxing mouth: chan’s too soft for that
watch your foxing mouth: bet you he won’t even fire jisung after this
seungman: I know better than to take you up on that
seungman: anyway where is he I want to take a picture
watch your foxing mouth: doesn’t he refer to you as one of his children too?
seungman: what of it?
watch your foxing mouth: you’re right you’re right let’s go watch him suffer
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Playlist for reference:
The lullaby:
The song that helped me write:
Conmigo, tu corazón está a salvo.
(With me, your heart is safe)
A small part of you is a tad bit more curious these days since your building had received a new occupant. You had been studying for months abroad in Argentina, the place where your paternal grandparents had met during the Second World War. They were encaptured by the thrall of escaping their fascist home territory of a province in Italy as children; the two would eventually meet as young adults and with a promise of an apple and fine charcuterie select meats, it wasn’t long before they were busy tending to their own children.
One lucky son met the love of his life on an excursion to the library and had successfully flirted with a young florist who did not fall for the young man’s sharp features, but instead, with his kind heart. The younger couple chose to move abroad to the states for a few years in order to leave behind the pillars of their supportive past to sketch a dream for their future.
You were the first child who infamously stayed mute, observing a world that was meant for those who were much older and wiser than a child. You had been exposed to mainly three languages and until the age of four, you remained silent. You had been dragged to many doctors and learning centers yet the cause for the quiet loomed over your tiny demeanor, but growing up in a multicultural household did have its charm. You were five years old when you finally decided staying quiet was no longer an option; you strung along sentences in your father’s Argentine tongue, your mother’s native British English, & finally much to your grandparents’ surprise, Italian. The world was much more brilliant since that day.
Now, nineteen years later, here you were standing at the mailing center floor of your student lodging. The mid-July season was a time when the air brought about snow and sleet and the graying sunset surrounded the city of Buenos Aries in a phosphorescent hue. The new neighbor had just arrived from Japan earlier last month; he was a sight to behold. You couldn’t help falling for his charming smile or his determineds stare as you two walk up the stairs together. Suddenly, you think of yourself when you were nonverbal for the first five years on this planet. His actions and reactions to the new side world was at first marvelous; you could see his passion and drive everyday you would leave the apartment for various errands like heading to the market or a cafe for a light snack of coffee and pan de bono.
However, the thinning veil of homesickness loomed behind the closed door had become much too great. You didn’t mean to pry, but you could tell the man was clearly upset at something (or in this case someone) as you over heard his voice crack on the phone, which for whatever reason had been set to speaker:
“Lo siento Toto. No podemos encontrar un traductor para usted ahora mismo.”
You close the book you were reading in your room as soon as you heard the call end. It was only three weeks into his tenure, but you and him liked to play a game. You come up with it one afternoon after your online lecture at the university finished and he was home from a jog around the apartment block. You smile at him, waving shyly at first. He returns the gesture before you make a sign with your hands; this is when you point him and he glanced down at your kind eyes. You smile again and with your opposite hand, you tap his door once. You frown, and it’s two knocks. And so on. If there is an emergency, it’s a triangular placed knock; if it’s a health thing like a cold or your cycle showing up, a square. So now you wait patiently waiting by the wall of next to your bed and when you hear no knock from him, you raise your hand and knock twice. Your neighbor agrees with two knocks followed by a triangle.
Of all days to make a house call, you chose no time like the present. You grab your D-link key ring, bag, and a hoodie before you slip on your light blue high top sneakers. You lock your front door and slide to the left. Your heart suddenly beats a bit faster because you give a curtesy knock on the door. The deadbolt squeaks as your neighbor pulls the door open.
The apartment is dark save for the night light in the kitchen and the light in the bedroom. Looming above you, you noticed his pink tinged nose and tear stricken cheeks hidden by a broken smile. You think about your family stories about being lost and found. You apply it to him once the door behind you closes. His dark brown hair bounces on a whim as he instinctually reaches out for your hoodie sleeve; he tugs on the fabric causing you to turn to look down at his hands. He mutters something so quietly you thought it was the heating element being turned on by the timer.
You nod your head, kicking off your shoes; you see the small area next to the coat closet where his shoes were kept. This momentary delay caused enough of a buffer time before he moves his hand into your own to hold. You don’t mind the roughness of his fingers at all. Against yours, it feels like the sport he so heavily trains for everyday gave him these aesthetically pleasing grip. You squeeze his hand gently for reassurance, your eyes hide a certain storm of serenity & you decide that perhaps this is what he needs. You have to quell the uneasiness and betrayal he was emoting because you of all people understand.
Call it a sign of humanness since you both slowly start to see each other not as neighbors, but as equals in the solidarity of finding comfort in the other.Neither of you say anything as he leads you to his kitchen dining island where he sits on a singular barstool, his body facing you with his hand in yours still.
You raise an open palm to his face, his cheek is warmer than you expected when he closes his eyes and the tears fall again. He looks like a pouting child, much to your amusement. You say nothing as your other hand massages the ringlets (which felt like chocolatier mousse)that make up his hair before you feel his other arm snake around your waist and he pulls you closer; your hoodie becomes damp the more he lets out every thing that he kept locked away. The loneliness is not kind to those who fear it, yet the two of you persevered. After all, the dark is less scary when you have a friend and so you grasp a hold of him. It hurts; this hurts seeing him this way because somewhere along the way you and him forged a bond. And you hold the boy who is so far from home as much as you can; believe in me and I will come running to you. Your inner conscience conveys this until his crying subsides you stay there still cradling his hallowed frame. His sniffles are reduced to a breadth of a whisper as you hum the opening bars of a song you heard earlier on the classic radio XM station.
Your eyes notice the shirt he wears has been through better days with the faded title on its sleeve, you realize the word is the same no matter which language you spoke; you brush back his hair with your fingers before you pry his almond eyes upward to get a good look at your stoic face. You wipe his cheeks with both of your hands and when you are sure his eyes are truly focused on your promoninent features, your breath hitches in your throat for a moment. You intake a sharp breath and when you exhale rather slowly, your breath fans across his brow. His eyes are closed for a half a second and you decide to open your mouth when your mid-Atlantic voice finds its place.
“Captain,” is the first word you say with confidence you say with utmost clarity. You trace your fingers on the faded design, your neighbor’s emblem is a crown as well. Your voice cuts through his pride like a comet; it is surreal and bright. The shadows of sadness ceases to exist when you see how much the old title inspires the almost snuffed out embers to reignite. He doesn’t look anywhere but up at you stunned in a wild glimpse of surprise. You repeat the word, a brief smile dances across your features.
“Captain. Capitán. Capitano,” all three languages you know in succession drives his mind to rule the court again. You tell him this out loud until he kisses your lips closed; it is as honest as he feels and when the kiss breaks you tap his steadfast pursed lips with your left handed fingers. His arm is still on your waist with the other brushing back your your front layers of hair over your shoulders. You place your right hand in the middle of his chest which now regained its resting breathing rhythm. He asks you something and you nod. You stifle a yawn before you remove your hand from his lips and lean down again.
This time, this kiss is calculated and efficient; you guide the hand on your waist higher to your neck and when you tilt your head to the opposite side, he whines. Yet you smirk beneath the soft sound he makes you reply with. You remove your lips from his and kiss his jawline, the side of his neck driving his impulse points insane. His hair is a mess and so is yours, but neither of you are paying it any mind when his arms envelope your body; he lifts you with such ease you feel your head swimming and the kiss is becoming more deep. Your hands entwine around his shoulders for stability, and your legs wrap around his hips; and he breaks this moment to hold your body for the few minutes he needs to move you swiftly out of his kitchen and into his dimly lit room. He smiles into this kiss and finally the least bit of sorrow leaves for the time being.
There is an innate need of questions seeking answers. Desires of wanting to feel safe in the company you keep is a mad thought when your nightly clothed bodies are pressed in an innocent hold and the kisses exchanged are like tantalizing secrets you expose.
He knows he’s not in the right mind set to give you all of him, but this physical love language you both trade off are fine for now (on so many levels). He navigates the small apartment with ease calling you nicknames from his hometown like Watashinojinsei no joō & Hikari no ōjo.
You breathe in through your nose and out of your mouth as he lays you down, a tender sigh escapes your mouth in vague innocence remains. (It would be a name he affectionately still calls you years later, but neither of you are perturbed by the future you will create for each other.) You are on equal footing or lack there of as you both reach an sensual epiphany.
You let him hold you for as long as needs; your bold vitality is what motivates your contemporary lover in your arms, away from the fickleness of the world outside. Here in the bed draped in a sky blue tone, does the light he keeps on shine around you. Even Helios learns to drive the chariot, like your mythos books say, so you balance yourself, on your knees close to where he his hands rest on your thighs. He waits learning newer customs he was still adjusting to since he left his palace home behind.
You straighten your lower back as he observes the way you pull off your hoodie revealing a thermal turtleneck that has a designer’s mark stitched on the corner. The familiar western numbers stare at him through the well loved turtle neck. Your paternal grandmother and father’s favorite fútbol player and mother’s lucky number is exposed to him. The faded gold and white thread outlines the club from the late modernization of the sport (a club that has since been retired). Argentina’s famous #13 ranking legend is Oreste Omar Corbatta, commonly known in 1957 as “Angels with Dirty Faces,” but from where the soon to be Olympian watches you, he knows where this chance meeting would end once you trace your fingers along his face...
You crawl back toward him to rest your head against his neck as he presses his lips against your brow. You look up at him with a a stern gaze. He chuckles at the way your nose scrunches before he kisses you one final time, hope ever present when your bodies succumb to sleep. Somewhere along the twilight hours activities, the idea is seared into both your minds that no matter what happens afterwards, because falling in love with him would be the driving force for him to call you his everything.
#Spotify#haikyu!! fiction#haikyuu!!#art#short story inspired by art#listen to this theme for more in depth.#oikawa angst with fluff#this gonna hurt but it’s so worth it#read all the way thru#timeskip oikawa just arrived to Argentina#neighbor to lovers#final edit edition
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hello lgbt community welcome to a thread of me thinking abt how my adventures in odyssey f/os celebrate The Holidays 🥰🎄❄
eugene:
insists upon informing jude at Every opportunity that the holiday season does not coincide with historical record of christ’s birthdate, and rather was placed at this time of year to steal the solstice from pagan groups (jude knows, and loves to hear about it)
holiday serenades!!!! he did that whole album, plus he isnt one to shy away from a traditional carol or hymn
i’m sure he’s very low maintenance as far as gifts are concerned, but he’s very used to people tuning him out when he talks so jude getting him a gift that shows he really Listens would get eugene all choked up for sure!
favorite xmas songs: big fan of the old classics, such as: o tannenbaum, silent night, god rest ye merry gentleman (he has sung these songs in canon). i could have sworn he had canonically performed auld lang syne but idc because i say he likes it and im right. loves the sufjan stevens xmas albums because i am never getting over The Incident
dr blackgaard:
i think that regis probably finds the holiday season to be! frivolous? a waste of perfectly good time for productivity, and all that. the grind never stops 😤
definitely spoils sasha with sweet little kitty gifts every year, even as he monologues to her about the arbitrary nature of the season. shes just like *licks him*
that said, i think he’s putting on airs because he never has anyone to spend the season with :’0 until now.... he’s not really sure what to do with himself once jude triumphantly declares his enthusiasm for christmas, but, ah. he’ll find a way to make things interesting
oh GOD i forgot that he’s rich. i’ve never had any desire to travel someplace fancy for christmas but regis knows all the hot spots and surely revels in the opportunity to whisk jude away to literally Any place more glamorous than the northernmost united states
gets a halfhearted christmas card from his brother edwin every year, always saves them. jude is the only person who can ever know about this
favorite xmas songs: will absolutely tear it the fuck up to tchaikovsky’s the nutcracker in its entirety, probably has a private fondness for evil-sounding minor key hymns
bart:
its all about the SPECTACLE, babey!!!! leans 100% into the commercialism of it all
jude’s christmas bonus is a kiss on the cheek :/
ideal christmas date is driving around to extravagantly decorated houses with light shows. hes like “can you believe it? they oughta be chargin’ admission!” but we all know he would stop going if they did. also he had to stop bringing rodney with him bc he and the bones would vandalize the houses 😔
is late giving christmas presents 9 times out of 10 bc he waits for that sweet sweet december 26th sale
favorite xmas songs: mele kalikimaka and feliz navidad (he cannot pronounce the names correctly), i saw mommy kissing santa claus. curated a playlist for the electric palace loudspeaker that only contains the Most consumerist holiday songs
doris:
starts carrying mistletoe in her pocket on november 1st
cannot cook or bake (we know this) but she LOVES decorating (which she can’t really do either). jude comes over with gingerbread pre-baked so doris can have the simple pleasure of icing a sloppy little house. but also? they can nearly burn down the kitchen attempting to bake cookies together...... as a treat :)
would probably have an absolute blast on a horse-drawn carriage ride. i think in general shes Used to experiencing christmas as modern commercialism bc thats what bart likes but she seems like she’d have a taste for a charms and whims of an old, classical christmas. jude (probably post-blackgaard brain imprint, as it seems like an idea he’d come up with) takes her to one of those little town-wide Victorian Christmas events and she gets SO emotional
has probably committed manslaughter on black friday
favorite xmas songs: santa baby, sleigh ride, christmas wrapping by the waitresses
philip glossman:
receives one (1) christmas postcard from jude (which blackgaard begrudgingly co-signed) and is red in the face for the entirety of the month of december
favorite xmas songs: baby its cold outside cause he a lil weirdo
#this is taken straight from my notes app so idk how serviceable it is to someone without my brain as context fdhsfsf#also lmao @ me realizing that having glossman xmas headcanons means i have to give him a ship tag :/ slimy ass...#txt#fo: 💾illiterate with computers💾#fo: 👓greetings and salutations👓#fo: 😖yes sir dr blackgaard😖#si: 🌈rotund little twerp🌈#fo: 💄how gallant!💄#fo: 💸right to cheap speech💸
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51, 57, 62, 75, 86, 97 of the oc ask thing for uhh Reed and/or Everett?
HHH TYSM! I’ll do both because I love them both slkdhsd
Reed Sarabhai:
51) Have they ever been seriously injured?
Many times. He has various scars though the most notable ones being a long, jagged one across his chest and a burn scar around his right eye.
57) Do they brush off injuries or seek help?
Reed usually seeks help, but if someone is hurt more than him he’ll hold off to make sure they’re treated first.
62) Fav type of music? Why?
He likes any genre, so his playlists are a mix of whatever is catchy to him. He does love Clair de Lune though, and plays it on the piano often. However, in his Far Cry 5 verse, he has a strong disliking of (Christian)choir music due to his role of Choir Leader for the Eden’s Gate cult.
75) What is the state of their world like?
This depends on the verse. (Sorry if these are worded weird I’m not entirely sure how to answer this coherently without spoilers lkdfhkd)
Destiny 2: Sorta post-apocalyptic but hopeful. Even with threats appearing all around them quite often, the remnants of humanity in the Last City persist. And while these tensions are strong between humanity and the alien factions they find themselves battling against, there is a strong opportunity for alliances with a major threat rising all around them. Hope for the Future.
Far Cry 5: Tense. Eden’s Gate has a strong hold on Hope County. Even with the Resistance’s efforts to take down the cult going well, an apocalypse is on the horizon.
Far Cry New Dawn: Trying to survive in a post-apocalyptic world becomes harder with a new threat. Surviving groups must band together in order to thrive and take down this new band of enemies before they destroy everything in their path.
Red Dead Redemption 2: Things are changing. The west is no longer what it used to be and while some welcome the change others are fighting against it. Some are just trying to stay afloat.
Alien: Shitty. It’s a capitalist hellscape where the common people are pushed to their limits by companies fighting for the top spot. Plus Weyland-Yutani’s shady practices in trying to get a hold of the Xenomorph makes things worse as they disregard any and all human life just for a way to gain more power and control.
Plus the fear and hatred towards their synthetics who are at the whims of their creators. But there is hope with a rise of resistance groups and non-company aligned caravans fighting against the company’s hold on space. Plus an increase in synthetics escaping from the Company and working against it to bring peace between them and humans.
86) Can they speak more than one language?
Reed predominately speaks English but can speak quite a bit of Gujarati due to his mother.
97) Can they dance?
Yes but he’s a bit shy. You’re more likely to catch his dancing around while cooking. He just gets into a groove dhsdjgskd
Everett Samuels:
51) Have they ever been seriously injured?
A few times yes. He was severely injured when escaping the company, but he doesn’t go into detail about that. The more notable one is from an encounter with a Xenomorph that damaged him pretty bad by severing his spine and narrowly missing his core. It took a few weeks to get him back to 100% and now has a pretty interesting scar along his back.
57) Do they brush off injuries or seek help?
Everett isn’t a hypocrite (sometimes) when it comes to injuries. He knows his importance as the crew Medic so he has to be in tip-top shape in order to tend to his crewmates. If an injury can prevent him from properly tending to a patient or causes him to further hurt a patient, he’ll make sure to get fixed. Though sometimes Everett will put his crewmates over himself when it comes to severe injuries. Other crewmates having basic medical training incase Everett is too injured.
62) Fav type of music? Why?
Everett has a generic taste of classical music and plays it while working. He’s sort of an ass who holds his head high so people sorta expect him to be into the pretentious stuff. Though in truth he hates that prestigious nobility-esque classical and enjoys stuff along the lines of Clair de Lune, Moonlight Sonata, and etc.
EXCEPT he has a very secret love of cheesy pop songs and disco. Everett is a secret ABBA fan but would never let anyone know about it. He just has been portraying himself a certain way for so long he doesn’t want others to really see beyond what he lets them. The Takyon-4 crew is exempt from this though because he’s learned he can trust them and let his guard down. Plus how could they judge him for ABBA? They slap.
75) What is the state of their world like?
(just copied this from Reed’s since it’s the same s;dljsl) Shitty. It’s a capitalist hellscape where the common people are pushed to their limits by companies fighting for the top spot. Plus Weyland-Yutani’s shady practices in trying to get a hold of the Xenomorph makes things worse as they disregard any and all human life just for a way to gain more power and control.
Plus the fear and hatred towards their synthetics who are at the whims of their creators. But there is hope with a rise of resistance groups and non-company aligned caravans fighting against the company’s hold on space. Plus an increase in synthetics escaping from the Company and working against it to bring peace between them and humans.
86) Can they speak more than one language?
Due to being a synthetic he is programmed to understand any language.
97) Can they dance?
When it comes to step by step dances or anything with some sort of pattern (like Ballroom dancing or something) yes he can. When it just comes to groovin’, god no he’s a disaster.
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Love On The Weekend Chris Evans X Reader
overview: Whenever you can you and Chris spend a weekend together just the two of you. This weekend is different.
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4:55. Five more minutes to go. You were impatient, and having already cleaned your desk three times in the past hour you were checking your emails one last time before you clocked out. Delete, delete, asos discount code saved, the rest thrown in spam. That’s it. All done. Only three more minutes.
“Y/N!”
Jack entered your office without knocking, an ominous stack of papers under his arm. “you’re still here, great. I need you to sort these files out before you go.” The stack fell with a thud onto your desk.
“I can’t,” you shook your head “I’m just about to head out.”
“Oh I’ve also put you on call duty this weekend,” Jack ignored you “so any plans you have cancel them.”
Your spine chilled “I can’t do this weekend. I cant I-“ you shook your head to try and stop your rising panic “I have to have this weekend off.”
“Tough luck. You’re going to want to keep you phone charged, I get a lot of emails.”
“No Jack-“
“Is there a problem?” He scowled.
The clock had struck five, he was going to be there any minute. “I can’t reschedule this plan my boyfriend’s job-“
“sweetheart can I be frank? I don’t give a shit,’ your bosses patient demeanour had gone and his normal irritation came through “I’ve got a golf game tomorrow and you were the last person to ask for time off. So you’re on this weekend.” He slammed his hand on top of the stack of papers and then turned to leave when suddenly a deafening sound came from outside. Shocked, Jack smacked his arm onto your computer, causing him to swear colourfully “WHAT IS THAT?” But you had already rushed to the window, your smile widening.
“He’s here.”
“WHO?”
You weren’t listening, grabbing your bag and throwing your coat over your arm “I’m going.”
“Is that for you?”
“Yes.” You turned once more, determination overruling your fear “Have a nice weekend Jack.” And with that, you flicked off the light switch and walked out the office. The honk was ringing down the corridor as you took the stairs two at a time before bursting out the door. A black range rover was sat in the middle of the carpark, and leaning against the bonnet was your boyfriend Chris. His eyes were covered with sunglasses but you knew his eye brows were raised in a teasing expression as he watched you stride over “are you always that dramatic when leaving work?”
“Only when my boss is being a dick.’ You reached him and cocked your head back so you could kiss him, both smiling against each other as the realisation that this moment had finally happened washed over. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Chris rested his forehead against yours and you breathed deeply, feeling the anger ebb away. “I missed you,” he whispered.
“I missed you too. I couldn’t get out of that place fast enough.”
‘I saw” Chris laughed. He pulled away to open the door next to him to reveal leather seats and your battered rucksack, bulging at the seams. “I packed everything on the list.”
“including the-“
“including my grey jumper for you to wear in the car.”
“thank youuuu,” clambering up into the seat you started to get changed, tights getting ripped and pony tails being loosened. Chris’s jumper had been washed one too many times, the fluffy interior bobbled and stretched to fit his physique; however you always wore it on these trips and had therefore become a running joke. “Where to this time?” You asked, popping your head over the collar to look over at Chris who was fiddling about with the Keys. He slid them in and a second later the car roared and shot out of the car park, the revs barking through the quiet. He didn’t answer until you had made it onto the highway.
“I’m going to keep it a surprise this time.”
“ooooo” you perked up “we haven’t done that for a while. Do I get a clue?”
“nope.”
“pleaseeeeee.”
Chris shook his head chuckling “you’ll like it I promise.” Still determined to know you sat up on your knees, leaning over the gear stick to kiss his cheek “not one hint?”
“No!” Chris laughed. You continued to ask, peppering the half of his face and neck with jokey kisses until his death went slightly ragged. “you’re going to make me crash.” He didn’t move away though, enjoying the way you bumped your nose against his cheekbone as the car steamed ahead. The car flew like a the air of you were on the run, Chris only realising when cramp started to form in his ankle from the clenching. You were so present to him in that moment his mind seems to have fogged over. Luckily You only kissed him a couple more times before sitting back, defeated. He was able to calm his pulse once again. “fine” You rolled your eyes teasingly “I guess I’ll trust you. Give me the aux cord.” You propped your bare feet up onto the dash board and plugged it into your phone and scrolled down until you found the playlist: Love on the weekend.
The weekend was something you and Chris had done for a long as you’d been dating. Although you lived in Boston near his family and spent stints in LA, work and business sometimes kept the pair of you apart for weeks if not months at a time. This had been difficult, until on a whim Chris had done what he would come to do every time; text you the night before that he was picking you up and that you two were going away together. That first time he’d taken you to a beach house where you’d spent the weekend getting a suntan and much needed alone time. That had been nearly two years ago and since the pair of you had taken trips all over the country, with nothing but a car and essentials. They had become your favourite tradition together.
The first song of the playlist started and Chris nodded his head in satisfaction “yessss!’ He pumped his foot on the gas and the car shot down the fast lane, leaving the traffic behind. The music swelled until the rough voice of Journey’s “Don’t stop believing” was blasting through the speakers, matched only by Chris’ rendition. He was tossing his head about and giving it his all, making you laugh so hard you felt the breath pound against your throat and your chest started to tense. The tipping point was when on the final high note your boyfriend’s voice cracked dramatically, to which you had to dig your hands in-between your clenched thighs to stop you from peeing. God it was so good to laugh like this again.
The speakers continued to blast out classics, raging from Kanye West to Disney to Prince until both your voices were frayed and your chests ached from laughing. At one point there was no sound from either of you except for wheezing and knee slapping. You were like children, bubbling with energy and excitement as the feeling of each other there made you giddy.
“We’re nearly there,” Chris was able to heave out later, breathing deliberately to even out his chuckles “keep an eye out for the right exit.”
“exit for what?”
“I’m still not telling you.”
“How am I going to know what the right exit is if I don’t know where we’re going?”
“Hey I gave you a name just trust me.” He reached out and patted your knee, before slowly moving his hand up to rest on your thigh. There was nothing suggestive about it, but you felt your body melt under his touch as he continued to drive. He hummed to the dulcet tones of John Mayer and would occasionally have to shift in his seat but he made sure to keep your thigh at arms length. His palm stayed soft and warm against you as the car pulled off the highway and drove down strips of long roads under golden sun stained foliage. One rumbling dirt track later and the car rolled into an opening, where it stopped and slumped, exhausted. Chris breathed, smiled, and squeezed your leg “we’re here.”
The house sat snuggled in the trees, overlooking a lake that shone brightly. White walls, blue tiles roof, a rickety dock that rocked slightly against the wind. It looked exactly the same as it did in the pictures that were hung around the Evan’s family home. You gasped in excitement “This is the place-“
“From my childhood pictures,” Chris nodded.
“The place you said you’d always take me,” you placed your hand on top of his “I can’t believe you did this.” In your excitement you leant over the gear stick and grabbed Chris’s face In between your hands “Thank you thank you Thank you!” You planted one big kiss on his lips causing him to laugh loudly before leaping out the car, your bare feet lacing with the grass. The pair of you grabbed the bags from the car and dragged them up into the house, abandoning them in the hall way to explore your home for the weekend. An open floor plan of polished wooden floors, white furniture and blue wallpaper stretched through the house, with soft corduroy sofas and shelves of thumbed classic books and board games. It was a weird mix of modern and old; as if time didn’t effect it. You were running around the house, calling for Chris to see something before discovering something else and getting even more excited. When Chris still hadn’t come after the fifth time you called you went clattering down the stairs to find him in the kitchen, already pulling things out of the stocked fridge “pesto eggs?” He asked.
“MMMM YES!” You yelled in excitement. “Sorry,” you quietened “sorry. Yes please.”
“I take it you like the house then?’
“Is this the part of the story where you tell me you’ve bought it?” You slid onto one of the stools by the island, nicking a bit of red pepper from the chopping board.
“ Unfortunately not.”
“shame. I would’ve quit work on the spot to move.”
“It’s that stressful huh?”
“You have no idea.”
Chris stopped stirring “so tell me about it.”
You shook your head, running your hands through your hair once before letting them fall on the table “I don’t want to weigh you down with that. You don’t wanna hear about that.”
“Yes I do,” Chris said “its obviously bothering you.”
“Not tonight Chris. Please.” You didn’t want to think about anything negative this weekend. Not with the limited time you had with him. “your eggs are burning by the way.”
“Huh? Oh Shit,” Chris went back to wildly stirring the contents of his pan, and the conversation was dropped.
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The next couple days felt like the montage to a rom com movie, a warped bubble where negative thoughts and emotions weren’t allowed to penetrate. There was a lot to Catch up with so the pair of you didn’t waste a single minute. Swimming in the lake, running together through the woods, playing chess whilst drinking too much beer. A lot of random hugs and heated make outs that lead to other things that caused your skin to flush and tingle. This was partly due to Your shoulders getting burnt, resulting with Chris finding great pleasure in occasionally smacking the sensitive skin causing you to scream blue murder whilst chasing after him.
‘I still think I’ll have a hand imprint on my shoulder forever,” you joked. It was the last night and you were cooking whilst Chris picked the movie. He was crouched by the shelfs, his recently showered hair peering his grey t shirt with droplets. “What movie we thinking?” He called.
“hmmmm How about Captain America?”
“Funny.” Chris rolled his eyes. You laughed before diving down to retrieve the steaming dish of Chicken and vegetable pasta from the oven and dishing into bowls.
“Babe! You’ll never guess what movie they have.” Chris lifted the DVD case like a trophy, the title in your direction. You read it and gasped excitedly “About Time? Oh my days yes!”
“You’re gonna cry.”
“I am not.”
“You say that every time.”
“well this time I can definitely say that I will not cry!”
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“It’s just” you stuttered, “it just so…so” you had to gulp loudly through the raked sobs “so sad!” Bill Nighy and the little boy started skimming stones on the beach, causing you to whimper loudly, more tears streaming down your flushed cheeks.
“I told you you would cry,” Chris said, but his own eyes were watery and his jaw clenched in emotion. Seeing this made you even more upset and you started to grip onto the pillow, holding your breath so to stop the sobs. It didn’t work. Chris couldn’t stand it anymore; part of him obviously wanted to comfort you but also your turmoil was starting to become comical. “sweetheart,” he laughed “come here.” He dragged you over to sit in between his legs, your back against his chest so he could try and stop you from crying. ‘I’m fine, I’m fine,” you breathed “I’m not going to-oh my god they’re hugging.” The crying was uncontrollable now “This is the last hug they’re ever going to have together.”
“Okay you need to tell me whats wrong now,” Chris’ tone shifted to worry. He’d never seen you this upset over this movie before “hey, hey. Talk to me.”
“I don’t want you to leave me tomorrow.”
“what?”
“You’re going to leave tomorrow and I’ll be left with an apartment that is too big for just one person, a job I hate and the constant reminder that these weekends are the only things that I actually enjoy in life.”
The movie continued to play but Chris wasn’t watching anymore. Instead he sat there, struggling to find the right words to say. He didn’t want to ask, you’d specifically told him not to ask this weekend, the itch of knowing was starting to burn in his brain. “What’s wrong with work?”
You huffed, flinging your head back to knock against his shoulder “I hate it Chris. I used to love working there, but I just can’t do it anymore. The last time I had a weekend off was our last weekend 3 months ago.”
“why?”
“Because Jack makes me work so he can piss about golfing and spend the weekends screwing his assistant. I see the texts,” you nodded as Chris’s eyebrows shot up in surprise “they’re just as awful as you can imagine.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this?”
“about the affair? It’s not tha-“
“No. About work.”
“Oh.” You shrugged, wiping the back of your sleeve across your face “I didn’t want you to worry about me that’s all.” Feeling your boyfriend huff you felt yourself get defensive “you’re away for so long I didn’t want you to have to take off anymore time than you had to just because my career turned shit.”
‘That’s not fair,” Chris shook his head “I should’ve known.”
“Why? What would’ve you done?’ You were sitting up now, frowning at him, arms crossed “Quit your work and moved back full time to Boston?’
“Maybe!”
“No you wouldn’t of!”
“But at least I would’ve had that option!” His eyes flashed with a mixture of pain and annoyance “Y/N how am I supposed to be there for you if you don’t tell me these things?”
“That’s not fair Chris.”
“NO,” he snapped “what’s not fair is finding out that you’re feeling like this and yet I was the last person to know!”
“If you were here more YOU’D KNOW!”
There was a horrible silence. Shocked, you put your fingers over your lips, as if trying to grab back the words that were still ringing through the room. You were both shocked; hurt plastered on both your faces. You wanted to take them back, to rewind time so you could start this conversation again, to finish this weekend in a way that you will treasure and picture for the next weeks as you wait for him to come home to you. “I’m sorry.” You finally spoke “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it.”
Chris nodded slowly, and you noticed that his eyes were glistening with tears and you felt your brain screaming in fear and your heart be squished like a juice box “yea you did.”
“NO! No I didn’t.” You pulled him closer “I’m just upset about work, I’m taking it out on you.”
“But you do wish It don’t you?” Chris whispered.
“Of course I wish you were here more,” You nodded “but acting’s your dream. Of course I want you to be doing that.”
“Im so sorry Babe,” he pushed out a heavy sigh to stop the emotions from stunting his voice “I wish I knew how bad it was.”
“It’s not your fault You didn’t know. I wasn’t telling you.”
“I should’ve picked up on it. If I’d known I’d-“
“It’s not your fault Chris. I’m sorry for not telling you.”
Chris smiled softly. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, locking his hands together so you were pressed against his shoulder. He kissed the top of your head, nodding slightly “This was not how I was thinking this conversation was going to go.”
You laughed, snorting slightly due to the snot that had built up from your previous sobs “me neither.”
“And I was looking forward to telling you about my plans for after the movie.”
You felt your heart sink slightly. These conversations were always awfully painful. “Did your agent get another script for you?”
“Actually no. He won’t be getting me any for a while.”
“What?’ You looked up at him, confused “why?”
“because I told him I didn’t want any. Because I’m taking a little break.”
‘Chris? Please say you didn’t do that because of me!”
“only partly,” Chris smiled guiltily “I just miss Boston. I miss my parents, My nieces and nephews, You. I just want to spend some time here. Spending time with my family.”
The tears were falling again, only this time they were ones of happiness “you serious? You’re coming home?”
Chris nodded, savouring this moment for as long as he could. “5 more weeks and then I’m yours.”
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The Boston skyline had never looked so unwelcoming. Despite the sunrise bathing the windows with molten pink and blue reflections, they were a reminder that you were back in reality. You’d left the house early that morning with the remise you’d return in the summer with the whole family. It had still been difficult to say goodbye. The entire drive back you and Chris only spoke a few times, both too nervous of what to say in these last moment. Chris’s hand was back on your thigh, but this time your hand was intertwined with his, your only lifeline from breaking down into uncontrollable tears once more. Although this was the last goodbye you’d have to say for a long time, this one felt the most difficult because of the reality of what they were going back to. The buildings of the city grew thicker and thicker as you drove down main streets and over bridges until all too soon the looming signs floor your office building started to come, and then the ruling for the carpark, and in no time at all Chris was pulling into one of the visitors spots and switching off the engine. “we’re here.”
“yea.” A silence. “ Thanks for dropping me off by the way.”
“Yea of course.” Chris swallowed. Neither of you moved. No one made the move to say goodbye. But you knew it was going to happen, and your grip on his hand got tighter as you realised that now was the moment to let go.
In the end it was him. It left you feeling empty, like you’d dropped something into water and you knew that you were never going to get it back, and that’s when the tears started to fall again. In a moment Chris jumped out of the car and ran over to your side of the car, opening your door so he was able to scoop you into a hug. “ I know,” he whispered as you clung to him “ I know.”
“i don’t know if I can do this Chris,” you sniffed into his neck.
“Yes you can. You can sweetheart. Remember what we said.” He kissed your ear lightly “Just five more weeks. Five more weeks and the I’m home, you can quit your job here and we’ll figure something out together okay? Okay?” His tone made you move your gaze so you were looking at his wide eyed expression, full of promise and reassurance “We’ll figure this out together.”
“Five weeks.”
“five weeks and then I’m yours.”
You nodded, sniffing “Okay,” You breathed “Okay I’ll do it.”
“You can do it.” He kissed you then, and his lips tasted of salt but they were familiar and warm and his, and you already missed him so much five weeks suddenly felt like a lifetime.
“I am,” he rested his head against yours once more “so proud of you. I really am.”
You nodded. You kissed him as long as your lungs could muster and this time you let go, flattening your skirt and slipping on your heels as Chris grabbed your bags from the boot and handing them to you. He kissed you once more, told you he loved you and then walked back around to sit in the car. You walked around to his door and leaned in through the open window to kiss him again.
“I can’t watch you walk away,” he confessed “because if I do all I’ll want to do is stay.”
You nodded “That’s fine. I’ll see you in five weeks.”
‘Five weeks.”
“I love you Chris.”
One more kiss, and then he pushed the car into gear and pulled away, leaving you to wave goodbye to him. As he did, the windows rolled down, and a second later you heard the opening chords to “Love on the weekend” play. He didn’t look back, but you knew that he too was already counting down the days until the next time you two could see each other.
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if u could, perhaps, bless us with all the applicable symbols from that fic ask for hvh 👀
ooOoOOOoOO Rub s gay hands togehter omg ty friend 😍;;;;;;
💡 - What was the motivation behind the story?
hHH i hadnt written in 10+ years so when i latched onto this plot idea i just thought itd be a good time to jump the shark and try it again !! i just wanted smth really edgy and depthful bc im emo and the rest kind of snowballed
💎- What was your favorite part?
osdlfksd;lf it’s hard to pick a fav but the drunk scene was definitely the most fun to write at least
⛰️- What was the hardest part?
THE SCENE WHERE THE GANG IS KIDNAPPED BY ENKI,,,, i debated toning down the violence but in the end i knew where the story was going (and where its still going) and that its gonNA be kinda dark so why hold back now ig
🎭- What was the feeling or mood you were going for?
BITTERSWEET AF,,, sort of just treading the line of ‘hopeful’ and ‘hopeless’ at all times to fully portray the feeling of being at your lowest, but with that classic tss ‘silver linings just around the corner’ kind of undertone
🏟️- Who was your intended audience?
mostly all the adults that watched tss as a kid and felt like spirituaLLY MOVED BY IT cuz i really tried to tap into that Emotion Tee Em we all felt when we found out that zak was [redacted]
🔬- Was there one scene you were building up to/knew you had to get just right?
hHH theres actually a LOT of scenes like that and i think a lot of my general motivation to keep going comes from that ‘WAIT FOR IT WAIT FOR IT’ vibe slkdf:SDF but the Plot Twist tm in the latest chapter was definitely a big’n, and theres a few more of those still to come :^)
🗝️ - What were you thinking when you wrote it?
kjdjFSDs:DF tbh whenever i start really writing, [’im shifting into soup mode’ seinfeld meme voice] im shifting into maladaptive daydreaming mode
🎥- Were there any tv shows, books, or movies that influenced this verse, if any?
:^) devilman crybaby pls forgive me for everytHing
📈- Was there a clear character arch you wanted____ character to go on?
i actually have a short list of what i somewhat consider to be the story arcs in my notes !! mostly just for organization and obvs i wont list the future ones but so far we’ve seen the kushtaka arc, the enki arc, and now we’re in what i call ‘the annunaki’ arc.
🎢- Were there any scenes you were nervous about? For audience reception or otherwise?
ALL OF IT JSHDJSKD, but again a lot of the enki scenes i was worried would be too edgy TM, and the whole annunaki plot as well i was worried might be too ‘out there’ for ppl, but it takes the story exactly where i always wanted it and lines everything up perfectly so i went for it lol. i was also ofc worried if people would like ila or not bc oc but most ppl love her actually which is so 😭❤️
☠️- Did you consider killing off any of the characters? Did you?
8^) [mickey mouse voice] this is a surprise tool that will help us later ,
✉️- Did you title your chapters? What title do you like best?
yes! the next one actually has my favorite chapter title yet, but so far i like ‘so strikes the harpoon’ since its a throwback to the first couple chapters
☀️- Was there symbolism/motifs you worked in?
o every single paragraph is an overly thought out middle school poem im entering in the talent show actually
🎵- Did you have a playlist/piece of music that went with this story?
Yes !! i have HVH insp part 1, Part 2, and an extra one for all those songs that have the vibes but just dont fit enough to make sense in a playlist
📜-Do you want to write something like this again in the future?
probably ! ive learned i definitely like the edgy/darker and emotionally driven stories with ongoing plot, so that trend will almost definitely continue. idk if ill write a dystopia again anytime soon, but i think my future stuff will at least retain that long and heavy vibe
💁- Did readers influence/change any part of this story?
oh yEA like basically i was ready to quit after the very first chapter before it was even written and kinda just got it all out on a whim of motivation but was expecting to flake on it like i tend to do with projects, but the invested response to it was just so uplifting that its what ive been riding on all ten chapters and im so grateful for it :’)))
✏️-Would you go back and change anything if you could?
hHHHHHHH yes and ok this is terrible but i actually tend to avoid re-reading my older chapters until i hAVe to bc i suffer from that sO much ,,, , its just little things like tiny words i wanna change or bits i wanna take out/put in and once or twice ive even caught a mistake or plot hole/smth i forgot to add that i rly do have to go back and edit and i just turn to dust every tim e
⭐- What’s a scene/paragraph you’re proud of?
i really liked the northern lights scene!! it was meant to be a pivotal moment of that ‘bittersweetness’ vibe i was talking abt and it was another one of those scenes i had been planning for a while;;;
“ I think of how much the rest of the family would love this. This isn’t like the moon and the sun, where I can see it and know that even if it looks different, they’ll see the same one soon enough, wherever they are. This reminds me only that I am not with them. It stings. It seems unnatural for something so gentle and natural to appear before us as if we aren’t in complete, total fucking chaos. After all we’ve been through, and the sky still dances. “
📣-What was the best piece of encouragement you got?
AVERY ALL OF UR LIVEBL OGS AND COMMENTS GIV ME SUCH L I FE, ,, ,, CRYIGN CAT FA ce
🔦-Did you learn anything while writing it? About yourself? Writing?
isdfhSDF YEs, part of my hesitation to write came from this thing where i always just assumed there was a wildly high standard of writing in fandom spaces like in original literature spaces, where you had to have like 10+ sentences to a paragraph and you had to describe every tiny detail of a setting and you had to follow every single grammar rule or it was unreadable but like. genuinely its like sculpting with words as long as you have a shape ppl get the idea which is such a weight off my shoulders lol, its still a lot of work but so much fun to know i can to an extent do what i want and ppl actually like it like that. i also learned that like most other writers i have to cause my favs emotional and physical pain,
🎁- Any writing advice for people who want to write something like this?
hhHHHH 1. please do it its so fun just give in to the edge my guy , 2. try to get comfortable re-reading your chapters, for me its like when ppl listen to themselves sing/act but im trying to do better bc its so much more consistent when i keep it fresh in my mind and it also boosts confidence when u can pick out the things u like instead of the things u dont, 3. trying to have at least one scene in mind for each chapter that ur excited to write so u can have motivation to update faster! for me it doesnt have to be smth i think would excite the audience either like it could be the most basic thing but just having an idea of it and knowing i want to see it come to life rly helps me stay on top of it all
TY SM FRIEND THIS WAS SO FUN x x )
#lochley#long post/ //#hvh#human v humanity#secret saturdays#tss#sorry to spam the tag with a longk boi but hHBHHBH#TYYY#fanfic
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My 20 Favorite Records of 2019
Lists! Everyone loves them. Here’s another one.
These are the records I liked the most this year. That doesn’t mean they’re the *best*, that means I liked them. You might not. That’s fine! You might be livid that Porpoise Corpse’s neo-classical folk prog double LP isn’t on my list because it’s an easy top 5 record for you, but maybe electric mandolin solos, blast beats, and harpsichord runs aren’t my thing. That’s fine too! It’s infinitely cooler and far more productive to let people enjoy the art they enjoy rather than wasting precious minutes of your life trying to convince the entire internet to have the exact same taste in music.
That said ...
This years list is chock full of the usual, if you’re familiar with my taste at all -- tons of super heavy bummer jams, a handful of Radiohead-adjacent mid-tempo rock of the indie or emo variety, some hearty post-rock, some tried-and-true vets doing the thing they do very well ... again, and a few outliers. The honorable mentions list gets considerably more eclectic if you’re looking for stuff that sounds less like a soundtrack to various stages of the apocalypse.
As always, I welcome your suggestions for records and podcasts I might’ve missed the boat on. There’s way too much good stuff out there to keep up with, so PLEASE help me out.
Also: When I am not being a lazy pile of crap, I try to haul my dadbod around town for a run a few days a week and will listen to/briefly review a record in the process. Almost every record on this list has been a part of one of those posts, so if you’re interested in such a thing, please check out my Instagram.
BONUS: I put together a playlist on Spotify of my favorite song from each of my top 20 records, and a separate one for the 51 other records I liked this year, so if you’re overwhelmed and don’t know where to start, just needle drop a little and see if anything grabs you. And if anyone’s feeling productive and has time to do an Apple Music playlist, I’ll link and credit you.
Top 20 Spotify Playlist
Top 20 Apple Music Playlist -- Thanks, Austin!
Other Faves Spotify Playlist
But before we get to the Top 20, a couple of records that deserve a nod ...
Record I Listened To The Most In 2019 Whether I Wanted To Or Not
Angel Du$t - Pretty Buff
This is my four-year-old son’s favorite record, and while I’m trying to round out his musical palate by throwing on all sorts of different bands while we’re hanging out, he insists on either “no music” or “The Basketball Song” (which is “Big Ass Love”). I have no idea how or why his little amazingly weird brain equates the song with basketball (a sport he doesn’t really play or watch or think about ever, to my knowledge), but it does. He LOVES IT. I’ve got to admit, I didn't care for the song all that much when I first heard it, but it’s an earworm, and some 3000 plays later, I love it, and I love the record. Funny how that works out.
Record That Came out in 2009, But I Didn’t Discover Until 2019
Self-Evident - Endings
Endings was neck-and-neck with my favorite record of 2019 for spins this year. Coincidentally, the it was recommended by someone from the band who made my #1 record, and it has moments where it sounds a whole hell of a lot like my #1 record. Blows my mind that a band that was/is so incredibly in my wheelhouse sonically, that has released nine LPs over an 18 year career, and operates in circles incredibly close to a ton of bands I love and respect and nerd out about music with somehow managed to elude me for the better part of two decades. At any rate I’m incredibly stoked to have finally found them, absolutely love them, and honestly might’ve listened to this LP 20 times in a matter of a few days when I got my first taste. It’s that good.
And now for the list ...
20) Remote Viewing - It’s Better This Way
Super nasty, dark, sludgy, well-crafted noise rock out of London that fits somewhere in between KEN Mode and early-Kowloon Walled City sonically. You’d think it was pretty crazy to have a band be so locked in and fully formed as early as LP2, but then you find out they’re ex-members of Palehorse, Million Dead, and I Want You Dead and it all kinda makes sense. Unfortunately, the song on the playlist is from a previous LP (because the new one is inexplicably not on Spotify), but you can and should get the new record on Bandcamp.
19) From Indian Lakes - Dimly Lit
I’ve been a big fan of FIL for years, but have always been at a bit of a loss when it comes time to describe them. It’s hazy and dreamy, but not quite shoegazey ... it’s insanely infectious and pleasing to the ear, but not really poppy ... it’s forward-thinking and experimental, but not quite art-rock or groggy at all. It’s just excellent. Full stop. If you dig anything from Tycho, to Radiohead, to The Cure, to Slowdive you’ll enjoy this.
18) Stray From The Path - Internal Atomics
Furious, mathy, riff-heavy hardcore from Long Island that sounds like a reformed Rage Against The Machine had spent the past two decades doing steroids, mainlining Red Bull, and studying the finer points of Moshology. The breakdowns are massive, the drumming absolutely mental, and the vocals pissed as hell. At my advanced age, it’s rare that a record makes me want to pit and/or try to deadlift cars, but this one’s got that magic.
17) Glassing - Spotted Horse
Mostly spazzy, occasionally dreamy, black-metal sprinkled post-hardcore that fits in very well with bands like Portrayal Of Guilt and Respire in the rebirth of traditional screamo. It’s fits and starts of chaos and beauty, and it all sounds and feels like it could completely go off the rails at any time which is what made bands like Orchid and Majority Rule and Saetia so great back in the day.
16) La Dispute - Panorama
It’s no secret that I’m a big La Dispute fan (Thrice has toured the US with them twice in the past decade), and I love all of their records, but I’m pretty sure I can say with full confidence that this is the best record they’ve ever made. Everything is firing at peak performance, and the way the record is arranged and sequenced makes it feel more like a film score than a collection of songs. It’s a complete work -- meant to be listened to as such, which is a daunting artistic task, but they pulled it off in grand fashion.
15) Russian Circles - Blood Year
This band has been in the upper echelon of post-rock bands for as long as I can remember, and Blood Year is another incredible addition to their already stellar discography. These guys are all absolute monsters at their given instruments, and one of the best live rock bands on the planet, so getting to hear them do their thing on a record that manages to actually capture that live energy and ambience really does the trick for me.
14) Greet Death - New Hell
This one kinda came outta nowhere for me, as I (ashamedly) was not familiar with them prior to giving New Hell a spin. It blew me away. I’m a total sucker for bummer jams, and this record is full of top-quality sludgy, sad, shoegazey goodness. If you dig Cloakroom, O’ Brother, or Pianos Become The Teeth this is gonna be right up your alley.
13) Sleep Token - Sundowning
Another record that came out of nowhere to knock me on my ass. I downloaded it before a transatlantic flight on a whim (after hearing about 30 seconds of the opening track), hoping that it would be a nice, mellow companion to ease my in-flight anxiety. And it was, but whoa was it so much more than that. It kinda sounds like a collab between Active Child and Deftones -- poppy, melancholic piano ballads, brought to crushing crescendos via super heavy drop-tuned sludge -- which sounds like a mess, but it works so well. It’s a killer record and probably would’ve landed higher on this year’s list if it hadn’t come out so late in the year.
12) Big Thief - UFOF
This one’s a bit of an outlier, and a damn good one at that. I came across UFOF via a friend’s recommendation before the hype train had left the station, and honestly didn’t know what to expect. Said recommendation simply said that it was good and infectious and probably a few other things that I can’t recall, but didn’t mention the folk thing (which is great because I probably would have passed). The friend was right. It’s good (maybe even great), incredibly infectious, and gave me a nice reprieve from the heavy stuff I tend to listen to on the regular.
11) Cave In - Final Transmission
I’m beyond thankful we got any new music from Cave In after Caleb passed. They owed us nothing, and had every right to walk away, but managed to rally to release a killer record that is heavy both sonically and conceptually, and still manages to give me chills despite being live demos recorded in a rehearsal room. There are few bands on the planet who’ve inspired me like Cave In have, and seeing them pull together to grieve and forge ahead to continue to build their legacy is even more inspiring. What a band.
10) Pedro The Lion - Phoenix
My favorite singer/songwriter of my generation decided to revive the project that made me a fan of his in the first place. That project put out a record for the first time in 15 years, and I had unreasonably high expectations for it. Phoenix delivered and then some. I remember sitting at my kitchen table, weeping into my cup of coffee the first time I heard Phoenix, the same way Control used to make it seem like the inside of the Thrice van was getting a little dusty during cross-country drives back in the early 00s. It blows my mind that David Bazan can be such a prolific artist, write such insanely powerful music, and seem incapable of writing a dud song.
9) Coilguns - Watchwinders
This Swiss noise-rock band kicks unbelievable amounts of ass. Their Millenials LP made my favorites list last year, and when I heard they had a follow up coming out a little over a year later, my gut reaction was to worry they’d blow it with a new record that was either rushed and/or half-assed, or lose the plot and take a hard left turn and make something markedly un-Coilguns. They did neither. The made an absolute monster of an album, that was apparently written in the studio, and is full of live energy in rawness that is pretty tough to capture in a sterile atmosphere like a studio. Watchwinders dropped in late October, and if I’d had a bit more time with it, I could see it moving up to my Top 5. It’s that good. I find myself going back to it constantly.
8) Blessed - Salt
This record kinda defies description, but it reminds me of everything from Pile to Menomena to Interpol to La Dispute to Devo at times. As scatterbrained and incongruent as that might sound, I assure you it rules. It was in verrrry heavy rotation this year -- mostly for the utterly filthy drum groove on the final track. If you like your music catchy, but slathered in weird, this is definitely gonna do the thing for you. It’s an incredible record.
7) Herod - Sombre Dessein
I hadn’t heard of this band before they popped up on a Spotify playlist early this year, and when “Reckoning” hit, it absolutely flattened me. You know that nuclear apocalypse scene from Terminator 2? That’s what “Reckoning” did to me. It was undoubtedly my favorite ultra-heavy track of the year, and while it’s my favorite song on the record by a pretty large margin, the rest of Sombre Dessein kicks ass too. It’s 42 minutes of crushing heaviness that kinda sounds like a blend of Cult Of Luna, Meshuggah, and Gojira. Heavy. Pissed. Unrelenting. And Outstanding.
6) Pile - Green & Grey
Every time I try to describe Pile to someone I fail. On Wikipedia they’re described as “indie rock”, which ... sure, I suppose? There’s a little post-punk in there, a little post-rock, a little noise-rock, nods to classic rock (maybe?), a little of that southern magic that made Colour Revolt so great (but Pile’s from Boston so hmm ... ), some country even? Do you like weird guitars? Freakish musicians? Melancholic crooning? I dunno. It’s all over the place, but in the best ways possible. They’re a singular band, and so damn good. Green & Grey is stellar addition to a discography that is already full of incredible music ... even if the album cover gives makes me want to fold those blankets and put them away.
5) PUP - Morbid Stuff
Was this the year that PUP broke? Definitely seems like it, and rightfully so. Morbid Stuff is my favorite thing they’ve ever done, but I’ve absolutely loved everything they’ve ever put out, so that’s saying a lot. Per usual, it’s insanely infectious and anthemic without being traditionally poppy or relying on tropes to burrow into your skull and take up residence there. It’s uplifting musically, but kinda depressing lyrically, which does this weird push/pull thing in my brain that makes it impossible to stop listening to. The musicianship is fantastic, the guitar parts especially -- like the guitar line in “Scorpion Hill” wow. I really needed a record to fill the gaping void between the metal/sludge/noise and the ambient/downtempo electronica I listened to this year, and Morbid Stuff fit the bill perfectly.
4) Cult Of Luna - A Dawn To Fear
These guys belong on the Mount Rushmore of Post-Rock/Metal with Neurosis and Isis. Nobody has done it better than them over the past two decades, and A Dawn To Fear is arguably their best work to date. It, like any Cult Of Luna requires a great deal of patience, but man if they don’t make the wait worth it. They’re the masters of the slow build to an absolutely crushing climax, the dynamic shifts that leave you feeling like you got hit by a freight train, the nuanced instrumentation that tells a different story each time you listen to a certain section of a song. They’re absolute masters at their craft, and this record is them at their peak.
3) Big|Brave - A Gaze Among Them
Another record that came out of nowhere to completely floor me. I hadn’t heard a single note from this band until a friend recommended I check out the opening track, “Muted Shifting Of Space”. I did ... and that plodding drum and bass pulse with dark, swirling, ethereal guitar swells/feedback and soaring vocals building into a huge release of sludgy, drop-tuned goodness checked off all the boxes for me. I was hooked. The atmosphere and dynamics Big|Brave have built their sound around give every song a cinematic feel -- if you close your eyes, can you see drone footage of landscapes too? . If you dig post-rock/metal that is experimental around the edges, moody, absurdly heavy, and has both feet firmly planted in sludge, this is a must-have record.
2) Cloudkicker - Unending
If you’ve been following me on social media or reading these year-end lists for a while you’re probably pretty familiar with Cloudkicker by now because any time we get new music I can’t shut up about it and the record invariably ends up on this list. This instance is no different. Unending is the first LP we’ve gotten from Ben Sharp in four years, and it’s worth the wait and then some. He’s managed to pull from every era of CK and turn it into a masterpiece mash-up of styles without it ever feeling rehashed or uninspired. I’d go far as to say this tops Beacons and Fade for me, and comes awfully close to challenging Subsume for my favorite Cloudkicker record of all time and space. There’s soooo much progressive and djenty masturbatory metal garbage floating in the ether right now. Hearing the one of the kings do the damn thing properly is incredibly refreshing.
1) Town Portal - Of Violence
No surprise here. I’ve been crapping my pants about this band ever since my good friend Scott Evans shared their music with me a couple years ago. I’ve been unhealthily obsessed ever since. The magical progressive rock/metal these three guys are capable melts and massages my brain in a way few bands ever have. Of Violence is incredibly mathy without ever feeling awkward, it’s melodic without being conventional, it’s discordant without being abrasive, it’s heavy as shit without being overloaded with distortion, it’s progressive as hell without ever coming remotely close to devolving into a wankfest, and it’s damn near perfect in every way. Songwriting? Great. Tones? Phenomenal. Musicianship? Otherworldly. Execution? Flawless. Mix? Perfect. Replayability? (Not a word, but ... ) PUT THIS RECORD ON A GODDAMN LOOP AND NEVER TURN IT OFF. Can you tell I like it? You might too, so give it a listen. And if by chance you do not like it, please see a doctor. You’re broken.
OTHER STUFF I REALLY ENJOYED THIS YEAR
HEAVY JAMS
METZ - Automat
Buildings - Negative Sound
Helms Alee - Noctiluca
Minors - Abject Bodies
Periphery - Periphery 4: HAIL STAN
Employed To Serve - Eternal Forward Motion
Elizabeth Colour Wheel - Nocero
Defeater - S/T
Pelican - Nighttime Stories
Spotlights - Love And Decay
Great Falls - A Sense of Rest
Baroness - Gold & Grey
The End of the Ocean - -aire
Vous Autres - Champ du Sang
Brutus - Nest
Torche - Admission
Glose - The Second Best of Glose
Throes - In The Hands of an Angry God
Slipknot - We Are Not Your Kind
meth. - Mother of Red Light
SECT - Blood of the Beasts
Kublai Khan TX - Absolute
Seizures - Reverie of the Revolving Diamond
Dead Kiwis - Systematic Home Run
Norma Jean - All Hail
Refused - War Music
Chamber - Ripping / Pulling / Tearing
MIDRANGE JAMS
Jimmy Eat World - Surviving
Elbow - Giants of All Sizes
Raketkanon - RKTKN #3
Bad Religion - Age of Unreason
The Appleseed Cast - The Fleeting Light of Impermanence
DIIV - Deceiver
Idiot Pilot - Blue Blood
Microwave - Death Is A Warm Blanket
Low Dose - S/T
SWMRS - Berkeley’s On Fire
Self-Evident - Lost Inside The Machinery
B. Hamilton - Nothing and Nowhere
MELLOW JAMS
Trade Wind - Certain Freedoms
Square Peg Round Hole - Branches
Great Grandpa - Four of Arrows
Local Natives - Violet Street
Rhone - Leaving State
Shlohmo - The End
Tycho - Weather
Bon Iver - i,i
Drowse - Light Mirror
Bonniesongs - Energetic Mind
Telefon Tel Aviv - Dreams Are Not Enough
GoGo Penguin - Ocean In A Drop
Bent Knee - You Know What They Mean
THE PODCAST QUEUE
The Deadcast (RIP) - sports, culture
Chapo Trap House - politics
The Rich Roll Podcast - health, wellness, endurance sports
Hang Up & Listen - sports
Effectively Wild - baseball
The Gist - current events
The Downbeat - drums, humor
To Live & Die In LA - true crime
FilmDrunk Frotcast - movies, culture, humor
The Modern Drummer Podcast with Mike & Mike - drums (duh)
The Trap Set - also drums
Song Exploder - songwriting
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Everything’s Reminding Me of You - Part 2 (Logan X MC, Colt X MC)
Book: ROD
Pairing: Logan X MC, Colt X MC
Rating: PG-13
Summary: As Gabi drives off to college alone, she can’t help but think about the two loves she left behind. This is Part 2 of 3
Song Credits (In order)
1. Night Changes - One Direction 2. Peer Pressure - James Bay and Julia Michaels 3. Perfect - Ed Sheeran 4. Ruin My Life - Zara Larsson Spotify Playlist (includes songs from part 1)
Word Count: 3700
Gabi loads her overnight bag back into the car, ready to set out on the second leg of her three day cross-country journey to Langston. Day one had been rough. She’d underestimated just how lonely and how boring it would be to do it on her own. At first she’d regretted her decision to take a trip down memory lane through her music, spending he second half of the day listening only to comedic podcasts to try and keep her mind off it all. But as she’d settled into her hotel room for the night, she felt a bit lighter, as if the music and the memories had a cathartic effect. She’d remembered hearing recently that psychological studies show listening to sad songs when you’re sad has proven therapeutic, and she’s not one to argue with science, so she’d spent the remainder of the evening adding more song to her playlist. Anything that had reminded her of Logan, Colt, or the crew was fair game, even if it reminded her of the painful times.
She waits until she’s on the main highway to turn on the first song. This one has Logan written all over it even from the first lines:
Going out tonight / Changes into something red / Her mother doesn't like that kind of dress / Everything she never had she's showing off
She laughs as she remember the skimpy red tube top she wore to the sideshow. She’d been way out of her element that night, and couldn’t have imagined what was to come:
Driving too fast / Moon is breaking through her hair / She said it was something that she won't forget / Having no regrets is all that she really wants
Her first night with Logan, they’d sped away from the cops, and she’d gotten her first kiss. It was all so exhilarating, so dangerous. It was the excitement in her life she’d been searching for, and despite all the pain it’s caused, it’s given her so much more, and she doesn’t regret a second of it.
Listening on, the remainder of the lyrics bring up another vivid Logan memory.
~~~
“Aah!” Gabi jumped, startled by the loft door opening.
Logan hopped on the bed. “Didn’t meant to scare you. How are you feeling, with everything?”
Chasing it tonight, / Doubts are running ‘round her head
As Gabi looked at Logan, all she could think about was kissing Colt earlier in the day, and the guilt hit her hard. “I feel... confused. How about you?”
Anxious. Ready and raring to go. Whatever we do about the Brotherhood, the waiting is killing me. It feels like I’m sitting at the starting line, but they won’t let me race.
Gabi frowned. “Kaneko and Colt still haven’t settled on a plan yet.”
“I know. I just hate working for those assholes in the meantime. We finished stripping down the Maranello. Just the frame and the chassis to melt down now.”
“I still can’t believe we’re just destroying it. It was so beautiful. To tear down something so perfect... It’s just a waste.”
“It really was a work of art.” Logan slips an arm around Gabi. “But you’re holding on to something that’s already gone. Nothing left but to finish the job.
“Yeah...”
“Listen, I’ve got a flatbed truck outside to take down to the steelworks. You should come with me,” Logan offers. “I’ll show you how to lower the car into a vat of molten steel. Bet you’ve never done that before.”
“I definitely have not, but I should study...”
“Then I’ll help you do that first.”
“Really? a study date with you?”
“Sure. I’m sure I could find some way to motivate you... and we could melt the car down together after that.”
“Motivate me, huh?” Gabi got out her stack of notes and textbooks and explained what she needed to study. “How exactly are you planning to ‘motivate me? By taking off your clothes?” She said it half in jest, wanting it but not thinking he’d go for it. Part of the reason she’d let herself get closer to Colt was that Logan had held her at arms length since the night of the drive-in. Even though things had thawed between them, it still wasn’t quite the same as before.
Logan cocked an eyebrow. “Well, now I am. Every question you get right, I’ll take off one piece of clothing.”
“I thought you were supposed to help me study, not distract me!”
“It’s only distracting if you can’t keep your hands to yourself,” he teased as he shuffled through the flashcards.
She didn’t miss a beat, getting each question correct with Logan stripping down more and more each time. He removed his denim work shirt first, revealing the strong biceps and muscular forearms Gabi loved so much. Each vein and scar was a testament to hard work and an even harder life. Then he peeled his white t-shirt off, his perfect muscles rippling in the moonlight. After the third question, Logan locked eyes with Gabi and smirked as he unbuckled his jeans and slipped them off, causing her cheeks to flush and lighting a fire inside her.
Logan stood before clad solely in his tight, red boxer briefs. “Alright, you’ve got me down to my underwear.”
Heart is beating loud, she doesn't want it to stop
She somehow managed to maintain her composure and hide what a mess she was inside. “Give me a spin,” she commanded like she’d done this before. Logan turned around slowly, allowing Gabi to drink in every part of him. She noted his bulge looked much bigger than she thought it was, and his blue jeans did not do his ass nearly enough justice. “Just one more question to go.” She had no clue what she was doing, but her desire for him overruled her nerves.
“Hey, I am not a piece of meat!” Logan objected, feigning offense.
Gabi giggled. “What? You wanted to motivate me! Consider me motivated!”
“A perfect three-for-three. Not that I expected anything less.”
“Good. What do I win?”
“Win?” Logan laughed. “You’ve only done three questions!”
He was right, she had only done three questions and did not need any distractions. But Logan was right there, nearly naked, and there was no way she could concentrate on anything else but him. Gabi surged forward, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. Logan responded, kissing her back hungrily, running his hands up and down her body as Gabi walked him backwards to the bed. She fell down on top of him, shifting herself to straddle his hips. She took her time exploring his body, tracing her hands along his neck, his arms, his chest. His muscle tensed beneath her touch and as she reach his waistband, he sucked in a breath. Her short skirt had ridden up high leaving only two thin layers where their bodies met. She felt his hard length twitch, sending a thrill through her and leaving her aching for more.
Moving too fast / Moon is lighting up her skin / She's falling, doesn't even know it yet / Having no regrets is all that she really wants
Gabi pressed another kiss to his lips “I could kiss you forever.”
A somber expression fell upon Logan’s face. “I wish forever was something we could count on...”
We're only getting older baby / And I've been thinking about it lately / Does it ever drive you crazy / Just how fast the night changes?
The perilous situation with the Brotherhood was uncertain at best, but Gabi sensed Logan meant something more than that. Then again, maybe it was her and her own doubts, for as much as she was wrapped up in Logan and wanted him more than anything right now, thoughts of Colt were still there in some corner of her mind. “Then just kiss me tonight.”
“That I can do.” He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her again before flipping her over on the bed. Their bodies pressed together, she relished his warmth and the feeling of his bare skin against hers. His calloused fingers slid under her shirt, and she shivered as they grazed her breasts. Inexperienced and shy, she let Logan take the lead, waiting in anticipation for something more. He tugged at the edges of her clothing like he was thinking about it but stopped himself. She knew how much he wanted her - seeing it in his eyes, feeling it from his body, hearing it through his moans - yet something kept stopping him. She resigned to the fact that certain things would not be happening that night, but she still had his kisses and she gave into him, losing herself in his full, soft lips.
~~~
Everything that you've ever dreamed of / Disappearing when you wake up / But there's nothing to be afraid of / Even when the night changes
This next line pulls her out of the bittersweet memory and back to the present reality. Logan had come into her life just as fast as he left it, her whole new life and her first love disappearing overnight. She starts to think about the plans they could have made and the future she could see, but before she can travel much further down that path, the next song comes on.
Seven texts, 2AM / Halfway dressed, all saying, "Call me up" / You can't sleep, you're testing me / Bad but sweet and I'm just tryna keep it together, oh
Unlike many of the others, she hadn’t chosen this song for any one memory but for many of the moments they shared. It encompassed him and how he made her feel and think things she couldn’t quite comprehend.
~~~
“A paint shop?” Gabi had blindly followed Toby’s instructions to take a detour on the way back to the shop.
“Not just any,” Mona answers. “Zasies’s is where I got my ride painted.
“You’re gonna be driving your car all over town now that you’ve got a license! You gotta make this thing your own!” Toby seemed almost more excited than if it were his own car.
Gabi was not prepared for this type of decision on a whim. “I wouldn’t know what to pick!”
The crew was quick to offer suggestions from the sample paint jobs. Toby choose a classic red which she quite liked. The blue and white Ximena liked was also a contender. Mona suggested black and yellow, but Gabi wasn’t about to try and match Logan’s car with the way he’d been acting. She decided they were all better than the Barbie pink design with the white stripes down the middle.
“What do you think, Colt? Gabi asked, half expecting him to make some dig about it being a car and not a motorcycle.
“Not gonna lie, I actually like this one for you...” He pointed to the pink design and her jaw almost hit the floor. So what’s the call? You’re the boss.”
I don't usually give in to peer pressure / But I'll give in to yours
What was wrong with her? Colt said he liked it, and suddenly she couldn’t think of choosing anything else. “Screw it it...Let’s do this!” Hot pursuit pink had just become her new favorite color.
--
Gabi had danced a couple times with Logan already, but she still felt like a fish out of water on the dance floor. However, when Colt pulled her closer and their hips collided, her instincts took over and she rhythmically grinded against him, not worrying what anyone else would think.
When we met, innocent / Now I'm dead every time you're touchin' me
Colt smirked. “I thought you didn’t know how to dance.”
“It’s like Ximena said. I’m doing what feels good.”
Put your hands on my body just like you think you know me
Want your heart beating on me, don't leave me hot and lonely
Colt leaned in close enough she could feel his breath on her lips, his intense gaze sending a rush of heat through her entire body. “Then you should keep doing what feels good.”
You're dancing around on my mind every second / I'm under control till you're in front of me
Gabi pushed her hands through Colt’s hair, bringing his mouth to hers, and the rest of the world melted away.
--
Colt pulled up in front of Riya’s house and looked over at Gabi with a sincere expression. “You deserve so much more than Logan, Gabi.”
“And who can give that to me? You?”
“Hell yeah I can. The rest of the crew, they’re not like us. They’re just scraping by. But the two of us?” He tenderly brushed a strand of hair away from her face and leaned in closer. “We put our brains together, you and me could run this whole town.
So I give you my everything and you keep on teasing / With that look in your eyes 'cause you know I believe it
She wanted to still be mad at him too, for the way he handled everything, humiliating her in front of the crew, but there was something about him and they way he believed in her she couldn’t resist. “Colt...”
I don't usually give in to peer pressure / Oh, but I'll give in to yours
Without even thinking, Gabi leaned over and captured Colts lips in a heated kiss. He pulled her into his lap and her mind grew hazier still, and she moaned as his hands roamed her body leaving firey trails in their wake. She couldn’t make any promises for the future, but in that moment she would have given him anything he wanted.
~~~
You're dancing around on my mind every second / I'm under control till you're in front of me / Maybe I'm scared, I don't care, I'm addicted / I'm in it
The lyrics sum up so perfectly how she had felt about Colt. Her reservations about being with him when she still had feelings for Logan all but disappeared when she was right in front of him. That was until she had found out the whole truth about his plan for the brotherhood. Until she realized as much as she had thought he understood her, he saw her more for what he wanted her to be than what she actually was. As exhilarating as her foray into a life of crime had been, it wasn’t really her and never would be. She needed someone who loved her for who she really was, even if that was a girl who wanted to go to college and have a “normal” life, and that person turned out to be Logan. So when faced with the choice of going to prom with Colt or Logan, it wasn’t even a question. And as the title of the song she had chosen to remember that night suggests, it had been perfect.
~~~
“Shall we?” Logan held out his hand for Gabi an led her onto the dance floor as a slow song came on. She had grown tired of hearing this song on the radio, and she had always thought of it as just another cheesy love song, but suddenly the words and music held so much meaning.
I found a love for me / Darling just dive right in / And follow my lead
Logan wrapped his arms around Gabi’s waist and she relaxed in his embrace, letting him guider her to the beat. She closed her eyes and rested her head against is chest, reflecting on how amazing the night had already been and the next lines in the song reminding her of how Logan had looked at her, speechless, when she came down the stairs at Riya’s house.
When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful / I don't deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight
“See, isn’t this better?” Logan asked.
“Much.” Gabi smiled softly. She couldn’t put the brotherhood out of her mind completely, but here with Logan she felt safe and happy, at least for the moment. She looked around at the other students dancing awkwardly. “Not exactly like dancing at the sideshow or the rave, huh?”
Logan smirked. “Maybe we can show them a thing or two.”
They swayed together as one, keeping in perfect time with the music and staring into each other’s eyes. Gabi leaned in and pressed a kiss to Logan’s lips.
But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own / And in your eyes you're holding mine
Logan deepened the kiss, and the rest of the world fell away.
--
“I’ll just be going now,” Gabi remarked, not wanting to witness Darius and Riya’s overenthusiastic PDA that resulted from Gabi helping to get them back together.
Logan walked up behind Gabi and pulled her body against his. “Looks like everything worked out.”
Yeah, it’s a start, at least.” Gabi grinned, content to be in Logan’s arms again and to have her friends back the way they should be. “You know, I used to be so jealous of their relationship.”
“Yeah?”
“It felt like I’d never get to have that passion in my life.”
Logan reached up to brush a strand of hair from Gabi’s face. “And now?”
“Now?” The last song was still buzzing around inside her head. Well I found a girl beautiful and sweet / I never knew you were the someone waiting for me. “I realize I was just waiting to meet you.”
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I don't deserve this / You look perfect tonight
The song trails off and Gabi finds herself crying again over another amazing memory now tinged with sadness. Logan had never truly believed her deserved her. Maybe if he had, he wouldn’t have let her go.
“Maybe all these sad songs weren’t such a great idea,” she mutters to herself. “What misery am I subjecting myself to next?”
I miss you pushing me close to the edge / I miss you / I wish I knew what I had when I left / I miss you
“Oh...this kind.”
~~~
“Is it done?” Gabi questioned Colt as he parked his bike in front of Vaughn’s house and sauntered over.
Colt nodded affirmatively. “Green light. We’re just waiting for a call sometime tonight.”
“You sure?” There was a tone of skepticism in Logan’s voice?
“Yes, I’m sure, you--”
“Guys,” Gabi jumps in before it turns into them pummeling each other once again. “We’re on the same side remember?”
Logan sighed. ”Let’s just get inside.”
As Logan went through the front door, Colt grabbed Gabi’s hand, holding her back. “Hey, look...I stopped by the old garage too, to try to find some things. And I found this. I guess my pop kept it from my first car. He had it in his desk. And now, well, no place for it on my bike, so...I figure you might as well have it, if you want.”
Colt held out the silly little moustached cactus dash ornament and placed it in Gabi’s hand. His fingers, lingered on her palms seconds longer than necessary but she didn’t make an attempt to move away either. “Colt...” There was so much she wanted to say, but she doubted anything would make him feel better at that point in time. “Thank you.”
Colt looked down at his feet and scuffed the toe of his boot on the pavement. “It’s nothing. Just a trinket, but maybe it’ll bring you some luck.”
Knowing Colt, it wasn’t nothing. It was one of the few possessions he had left from his dad. She didn’t want to lead him on, but she couldn’t help her herself. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her head in his neck, inhaling his familiar scent. Even letting herself this close, she was playing with fire.
You set fire to my world, couldn't handle the heat / Now I'm sleeping alone and I'm starting to freeze/ Baby, come bring me help / Let it rain over me
Baby, come back to me
Colt pulled back just a bit and tilted her chin up. He brushed his thumb over her lip sending a shiver through her. She should have pulled away, but she was stuck there, paralyzed by his proximity. He leaned in, his mouth impossibly close. “Gabi...”
I want you to ruin my life / You to ruin my life, you to ruin my life, yeah / I want you to fuck up my nights, yeah / Fuck up my nights, yeah, all of my nights, yeah
She knew what he was asking without him having to say it. “Colt, I can’t.”
“But you want to.” He challenged, his intense stare never faltering. He moved just millimeters and his lips brushed against hers ever so slightly.
Baby, come bring me help / Let it rain over me / Baby, come back to me (baby, come back to me)
Gabi pushed her hands against his chest. “Colt...just please don’t. No matter what I still feel for you, we aren’t the same. Not like you think anyway. We’re meant for different things in life.”
I miss you, I miss you / I wish you, I wish you / Would come back, would come back to me / Come back to me, come back to me
Gabi could see the wheels turning in his head and a faint smirk crossed his lips. “We’ll see about that.” And with that he turned to go inside and Gabi followed, hoping Logan wouldn’t be able to see anything written on her face.
I want you to bring it all on / If you make it all wrong, then I'll make it all right, yeah / I want you to ruin my life / You to ruin my life, you to ruin my life
~~~
Choosing to stay with Colt could have “ruined” both of their lives, for better or worse. Her mind wanders to later events that almost made her second guess her decision, but she’s not ready to think about that yet, so she shuts off the music until she’s ready to hear the rest.
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A Few Of My Favorite Things
I was supposed to make a list of some of my favorite things. And I obviously failed to do so even with the mindset that it's not a big deal if I say this is my favorite and end up changing it tomorrow. But I still managed to be overwhelmed and couldn't make up my mind, plus I ended up procrastinating. So here is a list of 11 things that I am enjoying currently to stop my procrastination.
Commentary Channels
I've always enjoyed commentary channels on YouTube, but I'm finding that I'm watching a lot more over the past few weeks. Some channels that I have been watching are: tiffanyferg, luke alexander, and amandabb.
Other YouTube Channels
Rowena Tsai: I recently found her channel and I relate so much to what she went through. I'm going through very similar things (think and learn about how I want to live my life but not doing anything to make it a reality)
Jo Franco and Damon Dominique: Damon and Jo are YouTubers that talk manly about travel and their experiences during their travels. After posting various individual videos they decided to create their own channels, a decision that I support. But they haven't posted a video on their Shut Up and Go channel since then... It's interesting the different types of content they're producing. I see Jo's content to be more motivational and Damon's to be more informative/commentary. I think I'm enjoying Damon's channel a little more; maybe because of my current interest in commentary videos on YouTube.
Life Kit podcast
Love this podcast. It has been on my long list of podcasts to check out. I finally checked this one out and I've been enjoying the knowledge that I learn on different topics, as well as how they make it simple for us to incorporate the lessons into about 4 to 5 takeaways.
Journaling
I started journaling in high school and I was in and out of it until this year. I decided on sort of a whim to open my journal and start writing. I'm not journaling every day but since I picked it up in January, I'm gradually journaling more. It really is therapeutic and I find that I always have a lot to write about even on days when I didn't do much but watch Netflix.
Being more productive and continuing to clean and organize my room
On top of procrastinating with this blog, I've been procrastinating cleaning and organizing my room. I started trying to reorganize and declutter my room for a while and progress has been progressing very slowly. I've been more productive lately and actually finishing certain parts of my room and I'm really proud of myself for that.
Writing for my blog
I'm starting another blog that I mentioned on my first post and I've been spending some time trying to write content. I'm still writing and creating the website, but I'm excited about the whole process and can't wait till I publish.
Genealogy
So one of my hobbies is genealogy. I've been researching and working on my family tree for years and I am really making progress. But it takes a lot of work and patience. I get frustrated sometimes, but I push towards my goal to trace my ancestors back to Africa.
Rewatching Hyori's bed and breakfast
I'm really inspired by Lee Hyori and her husband's lifestyle. She's fit, frequently does yoga, goes to the beach, walks through nature, they have a beautiful house (it's similar to my dream house), and they make music. All the things that I love and want to have or do. So, I've been watching the show for motivation and inspiration to have a similar life.
Chocolate
Now I don't know what has been going on with me lately but I've been loving having some chocolate either in the evening or before I go to bed. I'm more of a fan of savory foods and snacks (chips over ice cream), but I've been craving chocolate every night. I hope I don't have a problem?
IU
As I'm watching Hyori's Bed and Breakfast I decided to re-listen to some of IU's music and ended up listening to most if not all of her catalog. There's something that I find interesting about her music and I don't know if it's the fact that she an equal mix of upbeat pop songs and ballads, or how she incorporates different styles into her music. Both of which you can see in many artists in Korea. But I think she has a distinct style that is her own and I can't pinpoint what it is. But I could be wrong. Anyway, I really like her music.
Classical Music explained by Bernstein
I really appreciate this playlist and got a little excited when I saw it because I find Lenard Bernstein's lectures to be very helpful in improving my listening skills. I majored in music in college, so I know a lot of music terminology and I am familiar with listening and thinking about music in an academic sense but I don't think that my listening skills are as good as I want them to be. I can only get better with practice and listening to this playlist and other things like it (score: the podcast/discovering classical music/dissect/etc.) really help a lot.
#journal of a fan#favorites#don't procrastinate kids#commentary channels#youtube#interest#inspiration#life kit podcast#journaling#productivity#decluttering#blog#genealogy#family tree#hyori's bed and breakfast#korea#iu#chocolate#classical music#lenard bernstein
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The Concert Date
We’re already half way through summer, yikes! But with that being said, there’s still time to do a big planned summer date idea with your significant other. Or, not planned (more on that later). For now, we’re talking about the classic concert date.
The Date
Concerts are amazing, simply put. I get such a thrill seeing my favourite bands and artists live in person. In fact, some of my favourite moments have been during concerts. But you probably already knew concerts were a great time. However, how would they be as a date idea? The answer, even better. Now there are two ways to go about a concert date. The first one is to pick a concert you know is happening in advance. That way you can get tickets no problem, book off work, and plan according. That in itself would make a pretty amazing date experience! But I think it could be better. A great idea would be making it a surprise (maybe for a birthday or anniversary). Make a card, with the tickets inside, and accompany it with the band/artist’s latest album on vinyl! You know, because you’ve been building up your vinyl collection ever since I wrote about the record store date right?? Jokes aside, vinyl is a great option because you get to listen to music in a whole different way. I would also suggest making a playlist of that artist, so that you can listen to it on the way to the concert. ��I can't wait to hear this live” and “Do you think they will play this?” are all conversations I want you two to have on your concert adventure. But what if I told you there’s a way to make it even more adventurous?
2 Tickets Please
So here's my idea on flipping the concert date on its head. Simply put, you're going to go on your favourite concert site, ticket venue place, Spotify concerts, etc. and find the literal next concert you can buy tickets for (as long as they’re reasonably priced). Then, you're going to get tickets for the show! Even if you haven't heard of them before, just go for it! This spontaneous idea is kinda crazy, I know. But crazy is good sometimes. Plus you’d be in for one awesome story. Yes, it could be a terrible experience, or the music could be awful, or you could meet some really awesome people there, and end up loving the music! And it's that slim chance of success, that makes this idea so intriguing in my opinion. I mean, how many people can say they went to a concern just on a whim, and ended up finding one of their favourite bands!
Wrap Up
If that idea is too intense for you (which is completely fine by the way), you can always do the main idea I talked about in the beginning! What ever you decide to do, I know you'll be able to make some great memories out of it; because in the end that's what it's all about.
Remember, make every date a story.
-Dates101
#date ideas#date idea#date help#dating#couple date idea#cute date idea#concert date#summer date#summer date idea#dates101
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21 Questions!
I was tagged by: @sweetonmylove
Nicknames: Lou, or Cubba if I'm online
Zodiac sign: Taurus
Height: 5'6"-ish
Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff!! 🌼🌼
Last thing I googled: 'ta'agra translator' I dug out my old Skyrim disk on a sudden whim of dragons and adventure~~~ And on deciding to play a Khajiit thief, I wanted to find a good name! I settled with dog, or 'rein' òwó
Favourite musicians: The punch brothers, FAKE TYPE., Hozier, Frank Sinatra, cavetown, P!ATD, mother mother, and a few others I'll be kicking myself for forgetting
Song stuck in your head: Charlie's inferno
Following: *coUGh* ..257 ;;ōwō
Followers: 21 lovely peoples!!
Do you get asks?: Nope, I only discovered my asks were shut a few days ago, and even then I don't think I have the following for that kind of thing :3
Amount of sleep: 8-9 hours usually
Lucky number: 4
What you're wearing: Clay covered jeans and a cosy Poirot hoodie
Dream job: An illustrator! Perhaps a comission artist?
Dream trip: I'd love to visit my brother in Florida!
Instruments: The cello, just a little though
Languages: English, and a bit of Italian
Favourite songs: hEck if I know, I listen to a lot of music.. Ooh!! In a week (Hozier), Julep (punch brothers), shelltops or brogues (Mr.B the Gentleman Rhymer), and Body talks (The Struts) are all great! Stone cold classic (AKA George) is a particularly good pace to power walk with. Spotify has a 'walk like a badass' pre-made playlist which I like to dance with while I cook. That's a few, at least.. Have a rummage at my favourite musicians for more of my go-to music ^^
Random fact: I started purring and making general cat noises to copy our cat when I was younger, and now it's a part of my speech. I'll react to someone sneaking up on me with a screech, or purr when I'm excited. Sometimes I'll just beep and crow to show my moods. It's become involuntary. ¯\_(ツ)_/
Aesthetic: Musky grass smell on wet cat paws, warm yellow lamp light on a cluttered worktable, hands covered in paint, passive steam twisting up from my favourite travel mug full of tea, rain hitting a window. Night.
I tag: @fanartist666 @bea-tifullbun @nottambula @world-en0ugh-and-time @confusingly-queer
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Stark Family - Tony Edward Stark, Virginia ”Pepper” Stark & Morgan Jamie Stark
Tony and Pepper have been married for 7 years and together for about 15. Their relationship started when Pepper got a job as Tony’s assistant and she didn't succumb to his flirting when he tried to get with her. Instead, Tony had to do it the old fashioned way, learn what Pepper loved, art, succulents, black and white films, 80’s films and classical music, as well as her cousin Reyna. Soon he was signing over half his company to show her how serious he was about the relationship he was.
These days Pepper runs the company from the East Coast, doing a lot of the work from her office with the help of her five assistants. Pepper always make sure to be home by 7 for family dinner and to help Tony put Morgan their 5-year-old to bed. She goes to yoga with her cousin Reyna and has lunch with her once a week. Pepper has a date night on Saturday with Tony every other week.
Child genius Tony Stark took over Stark Industries soon after his parents passed away in an accident, at the age of 21. Stark Industries is the leading company in green energy, as well as medical equipment, prosthetics, and technology. Tony has his hands on many projects, his hands covered in scars from soldering and tinkering for hours at a time. He used go be a playboy but that all changed when he meet Pepper, and she took his breathe away.
Morgan was planned, they tried hard to have her and it took expensive IVF treatments, countless doctor appointments than suddenly on vacation to Paris a miracle happened. Pepper and Tony have been around Katie since she was born, in fact, Pepper was the first person Reyna told she was pregnant. The minute Pepper held Katie in her arms she loved her and she took the job as Godmother seriously. Tony has always loved Katie and spoiled her rotten. Katie asked them at her 7th birthday why she didn't have a baby cousin they looked at her flabbergasted.
Morgan is a mix of Pepper, Tony, and Katie. She is so smart, she is sophisticated and she is so talented. Morgan loves to dance, play piano, cello, recite the periodic table and can speak four languages fluently. Her best friend she says is Katie and her bear Mr. Brown given to her by her Uncle Rhodey.
Playlist:
1. How Far I’ll Go | Alessia Cara
2. We’re Not Gonna Take It | Twisted Sister
3. Little of Your Love | HAIM
4. Waiting for Superman | Daughtry
5. Whim My Hair | Willow
6. Twist And Shout | The Beatles
7. Rosie | Passenger
8. Say You’ll Be There | Spice Girls
9. You Shook Me All Night Long | AC/DC
10. Feels Like Summer | Weezer
11. Wings | Little Mix
12. She’s Just Killing Me | ZZ Top
13. Heaven | Beyoncé
14. Wannabe | Spice Girls
15. Thrift Shop | Macklemore & Ryan Lewis, Wanz
16. Ever After | Marianas Trench
17. Sweet Home Alabama | Lynyrd Skynyrd
18. Blue | Beyoncé
19. My Hero | Foo Fighters
20. Paint It, Black | The Rolling Stones
21. Fields Of Gold | Sting
22. You’re Gonna Go Far, Kind | The Offspring
23. Only You | Selena Gomez
24. Get Lucky | Daft Punk, Pharrell Williams & Nile Rodgers
25. What Now | Rihanna
26. Iron Man | Black Sabbath
27. (Everything I Do) I Do It For You | Bryan Adams
28. The Show Must Go On | Queen
29. Goodnight and Go | Imogen Heap
30. Wish You Were Here | Pink Floyd
31. Even My Dad Does Sometimes | Ed Sheeran
32. Are You Gonna Be My Girl | Jet
33. Diamond | Rihanna
#marvel#it takes a small village#my edit#playlist#itasv#marvel au#avengers au#au fic#au fanfiction#au edit#iron man au#iron man#tony stark x pepper potts#pepper potts#tony stark#morgan stark#fan fiction#fan fic#fanfiction#headcanon#pepperony#pepperony au#stark au
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