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Now and Then Day
This sideblog began after watching Get Back nagged and nagged at me until finally I started to look closer at context relative to the Beatles discography and suddenly started experiencing these WAIT WHAT moments every day as what I thought I knew got turned inside out. The appeal was in looking at something you knew like the back of your hand from another direction and seeing/hearing something new you hadn’t seen/heard before. But I had no idea we’d get another song to add to the mix in 2023.
I knew Now and Then day would be an experience. I thought I’d have to wait the whole day before listening. But I got lucky and found a few minutes to listen to Now and Then when it was first released this morning. And inexplicably clicked to hear the remastered Love Me Do instead. I cannot explain my brain.
I then tried to start Now and Then and noped out before 15 seconds in. Too overwhelming. Not the right time. I was too rushed and needed more space to mentally prepare for it.
I caught NPR covering the Now and Then release today on my drive home. They had a Lennon biographer (I didn’t catch the name) reviewing the song. He said the song recalls John’s more delicate tunes like Beautiful Boys (sic) and mentioned John started the song in 1970.
Say what?!
Here I was late last night trying to nail down a better date for John’s demo than “late 70s”. Meanwhile, biographers are just here on national public radio pushing lies. Did he have ChatGPT write his comments?
Oh yeah, they also said it was created with AI no qualifier.🤦♀️
They played a few snippets of the song including one new piece not in the doc but refrained from playing it in full. It was mostly wrong Beatles facts all segment.
Trying the song a second time hours later, I got through it in one piece but was feeling abit 🥴 about it as a song itself. Having just listened to the original demo was probably a mistake, and I could hear all the seams and feeling the Frankenstein song effect.
Third attempt sounded more together, with the seams not quite as noticeable. I was prepared for the changes, the layering bits from other songs, and noted highlights of the instrumentals: the strings, George’s guitar bits, and Ringo’s flourishes. I love Paul coming through on the future tense certainty of “I will love you” (is that I Will?). Ringo’s shimmering effect choice (is it tams?) is such an entrancing closer. Giles’ score and Beatles recycled bits do mend the seams well once I stop thinking about them too much.
On fourth listen, my biggest notes are questioning why Paul’s harmony with John isn’t more distinct. He shows a lot of restraint here but maybe too much? Did Get Back get to him in other ways than the most obvious? Is he just self-conscious about his own voice? Or is it the limitation of the tech when it comes to harmony mixing?
The strings were what I was most worried about, but their entrance at the 1:15 mark really kicks it up a notch to transition into the singalong. Other standouts are 1:40 with George’s flourish and 2:29 peak with the guitar solo.
Lyrically, it’s the conditional and if I make it through it’s all because of you that haunts in layers of meaning both grim and cathartic that reverberate through time and space.
If John makes it through emotionally to 1980 and has a comeback? Congrats, bud you did it. But he’s stopped physically through no fault of his own. There’s the obvious mourning of that lost potential even 40 years later.
If this song this voice this message of John’s makes it through to 2023 and reaches the public? Well, success there, Paul’s tenacity saw it through with help from many friends. John’s voice and song lives on through Paul’s wish to conjure him by his side. On the Day of the Dead no less. I was reminded of the concept of tulpas today and was knocked back on my heels by the thought.
If John as an artist and Beatles as a band make it through so fans are still listening in 2023? This doubles as a bit of a fan love letter, and thank you for 60 years. Released on the day Beatlemania first appeared in black and white.
But then there’s also a reflector on this. Some original Beatles fans have aged with Paul and Ringo and others have not and aren’t here to share this like John and George. There’s grief and mourning from those still here about those lost, and the song acts as a catharsis. A kind of thank you to the band for being there for fans in good times and bad. The symbiosis of fame between a band and its fans across the decades.
It’s a lot.
I spent some time looking at the youtube comments on the song. Some original fans but many second and even third generation fans. And quite a few stories about a loved one who loved the band and recently passed away like this one:
And this:
But also in there are stories of catharsis and healing.
And many memories of the joy that Beatles music has brought to people’s lives. We all have these stories of how their songs weave into our own life. But it’s the joy that I keep coming back to as the secret sauce to the band’s earliest days. I often think of those early songs more in terms of feeling then anything, and it starts with the first single.
I love the Love Me Do remastering. That harmonica sounds so crisp. The bluegrassy harmonies have never sounded better. The ones on ple-ee-ee-ease still give me chills. Ringo’s drums moved forward in the mix to appreciate that driving beat just a bit more. I can hear the bass too. I can’t wait to hear what the other early Red album tracks sound like.
But next to Now and Then, I’m also looking at the lyrics like I never did before. Why give it another glance? Written by a 16 year old kid, it always sounded a bit juvenile and simple. But suddenly next to Now and Then, there’s a weight to it I never heard before.
Love, love me do
You know I love you
I’ll always be true
So please, love me do
It sounds like a promise. Now and Then is fulfillment of that always. It’s no longer just the whim of a kid. But rather the beginning of 7 decade devotional: To John, to the band, to fans, and reflected back again. The love is reciprocal from all sides.
How’s that for a WAIT WHAT moment? Paul turning the least likely song inside out and backwards. And he didn’t even add a lyrical middle eight.
#my text#song reactions#had to write up today#overwhelmed#too many thoughts#not well organized but felt wrong to leave them to the tags#what a weird day#hesitating to tag it#now and then#dont mind me im still processing it#i still post on tumblr dot com like its lj 2008#i used to do tv ep reactions but song reactions is a first#i probably missed some bits#waxing poetic about cassette tapes another day#conversations with ghosts#grief#a tag ive had here for over a year now that i swear i will do something with one day#someone mentioned hauntology and when i get a working brain again yes lets get on that#taking real love free as a bird and now and then together#for the record the moment that actually made me flat out sob today#t was the anthology youve got to hide your love away with john’s ‘ready macca?’#sitting on a vidding project all year but that ones getting added
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HCs: Ken meeting a Human!Fem!Reader who owns a ranch
Wanted to write something for this movie bc it’s all I’ve been thinking about for the past two days. So enjoy, lovelies!
I’m taking requests for this movie so don’t be shy <3
[SPOILERS AHEAD]
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After going back to the Real World to find a purpose for himself, Ken runs into you, a country girl who left the Mattel company to take care of your ranch.
You just stopped in the city to find new outfits..and instead found him rollerblading through the park, immediately recognizing him as a Ken.
You may not be in the company anymore but you just knew (especially with his vibrant outfit giving it away).
You two hit it off right away and eventually you go shopping together.
He gets a new cowboy outfit and is bashful when you pay for it (to which you reply that you..really didn’t have a choice in the matter, as he had no money).
He’s like “ohh that happened before when I was with Barbie..we got arrested for the second time that day :D”
You’re very concerned and decide that he should stick with you from now on (not that anyone at Mattel would ever care about a Ken running around to begin with...you just didn’t wanna have to bail him out of jail).
On the truck ride back to your home, you mentioned owning a ranch and Ken’s in a w e
You tell him more about it, and he’s so intrigued and can’t stop staring at you the entire time, especially as you go on about how a lot of women in your world are cowgirls and how they aren’t represented enough.
He bluntly states that he once believed “patriarchy” was all about the horses and you nearly laughed, but he seemed sad about it, so you assure him if he wanted to see horses, he made the right decision coming with you.
You introduce him to one of your favorite steeds and he’s SO overjoyed to actually see one in person. Like petting its mane and asking dozens of questions like an excited kid.
“Are you sure Barbieland didn’t have any horses of their own?”
“No, we just have the ones on sticks and our imaginations.” He pouts, mimicking the way he rode invisible horses with his hands. “But this? This is WAY cooler!!”
He tries mounting your horse, envisioning himself riding off into the sunset, free as a bird while shouting “yeehaw” at the top of his lungs-
Only for it to rear its head up and nearly stomp on his foot, with you having to calm it down as he snaps back to reality, looking utterly distraught and stressed over upsetting it.
“Alrighty. Ken. If you wanna ride a horse..the first step is earning its respect. Thought you would’ve learned about that in those books....but if you’ll let me, I’ll show you how to properly mount one. Luckily this one here’s accustomed to double riders.”
His face lights up and he listens to every instruction you give him, from placing the saddle on its back to climbing on, and finally how to control the direction he wants it to go.
For this one time, however, you take the reins and let him sit behind you, hugging you a bit too tightly for your liking, but you allow it as you show him around the rest of your ranch.
He just likes the closeness fr and you.
By the time the day’s over, your horse got better acquainted with Ken and let him ride around for a little while before you gotta put it in the stable for the night.
Before he could worry about where he was gonna go, you tell him he can stay with you as long as he wants.
He’s so happy he just,,,,breaks down ugly crying into your arms.
Though he quickly apologizes, admitting he’s still getting used to crying freely and being more emotional and-
“It’s okay, Ken.” You reassure him. “We need more guys like that around here who ain’t afraid to shed a tear or two.”
“Th-Thanks...Barbie told me it’s an amazing feeling. And honestly..it kinda is.”
After that small heart-to-heart talk, he gifts you his horseshoe necklace as a sign of his appreciation, that dopey grin returning to his face when you take it and wear it right away.
Yeah, you’ve only met each other for a day and he’s smitten the moment you started treated him as an equal. You let him have his own room, bed, wardrobe, etc. (and in time he'll have his own horse too).
All you ask is that he helps you manage the ranch, but at this point he’s willing to do anything for you now.
Finally, he realizes this was his dream all along.
One that Barbieland couldn't provide, but that was alright.
Patriarchy is overrated, anyways. This was all he wanted.
#barbie#barbie movie#barbie 2023#barbie spoilers#barbie x reader#ken x reader#female reader#headcanons#fluff#just ken#barbie ken
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Healing slowly — Manjiro <Mikey> Sano
Content: undefined fluff
Warnings: none
Vixen‘s two cents: This has been on my mind for a while now. If you enjoy my content, don’t be afraid to let me know and remember that my requests are open if you have an idea (im having a little bit of writers block atm).
Draken has noticed that Mikey has gotten so much better ever since you came around, how much livelier he looks and sounds and how much less he feels he has to visit to make sure Mikey’s alive. Because he has you now, and Draken knows that it’s time for him to take a step back from Mikey and let him learn to love you right.
Draken has started noticing it a while ago. How much brighter Mikey‘s skin looked, how much more genuinely he smiled, how much more enthusiastic he was about most of anything, really, hell, he even smelled better now! It took him by genuine surprise when Mikey started mentioning you, speaking shyly of how the two of you met and how Mikey seems a bit fonder of you than most. Ken thought it was just a temporary crush, nothing too important, nothing too major.
How wrong he was though, seeing that it came to the point that Mikey would come late to his own gang meetings, spend his monthly allowance on things like chocolates, flowers, cards and trinkets to gift you. It was the way that Mikey seemed to suddenly care for his appearance, ditching the overgrown hair and opting for something a little shorter, more wolffish (you mentioned you liked the cut once upon a time, he remembered). It was the way that he would care that his clothes weren’t creased, that his shoes weren’t stained, that his face was in-tact and all such casualties. It’s the way that Mikey started polishing his bike even more obsessively than before, nearly burning a hole into the rag he used with how vigorously he was rubbing it.
The first time Ken met you, he was in disbelief. Mikey, Majiro Sano, that fucking dumbass bagged YOU? How. There was no way. The disbelief led to many a questions about payment and bribery, even considering intimation and threats to be the base of your relationship. But once he talked to you, got to know you, Ken fully understood. You cared for Manjiro, made sure he was on top of his tasks, made sure that he was more aware of his own needs and fulfilled those too. Mikey cared for you too, encouraged you to take breaks, to be aware of your surroundings and making you losen up a little sometimes, making your day-to-day life just a little more exiting.
You two together were like birds of a feather. A perfectly balanced scale, your relationship was tangent to perfection. This unexpected but wonderful revelation allowed Draken to spend some of his new-found free time alone. Completely alone, nobody bothering him type of alone. There was nothing in his way, no second opinion of what he wanted to do, no nagging about the weather, and no plunderingwallet for snacks and othersuch trivial things.
Draken, whilst astounded by your dynamic, was still a little skeptic. Sure you’ve stuck with Mikey for a bit now, but how would you handle the real struggles? Mikey was a piece of work, a real lot of effort, Draken had the first hand experience to back it up. Surely you would be scared off, surely you’d try your best but eventually fall flat at the overwhelming, almost overbearing nature that Mikey surrounded occasionally. But just like in terms of the first impression, Ken was wrong. You stuck with Manjiro through the depressive episodes, through the bursts of aggression, through the phases of silent treatment, and even when he pushed you away completely, claiming that he couldn’t handle being in a relationship anymore.
Whilst the two of you had rough patches, you never broke. You bother were dedicated to each other and resilient to your relationship. It was complete mutualism with you two, no amount of strain could break the bond you two built. Ken found himself admiring your relationship, silently thankful of the security that you gave one another, and of the transformation Manjiro had gone through. He was capable of his own now. Not that he wasn’t before you, but you had encouraged him to target his weaker spots, foddering growth and comprehension of mind, emotions and expression of such.
Ken was eternally thankful of you, and has recognized that he was no longer a vital part of Mikey’s survival. Manjiro had you now.
#tokyo rev x reader#tokyo revengers#x reader#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyo rev x you#mikey x reader#manjiro sano#sano mikey manjiro#sano manjiro x reader#tokyo manji revengers#tokyo revengers sano manjiro#manjiro x y/n
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october fourth
day four: sirius black
sirius watches you garden | early relationship, fluff | 1k
Your phone rings when you’ve got one hand in dirt up to your wrist. You manage to pull it from your pocket with your free hand and answer, glancing at the name and smiling when you realize who it is.
“Hi, Sirius,” you chirp.
“Sweetheart,” he says. “Why does it sound like you’re a million miles away?”
The pet names are new. You’ve been together for just over a month now and you love it. He’s tough on the outside, this leather-clad boyfriend of yours, but he’s really a bit of a clown and a very sweet one at that.
“You’re on speaker,” you tell him. “I’m in the garden.”
It’s a lovely fall day, sun high in the sky and not too windy, so you’ve decided it’s the perfect time to sort out the plants for the spring. You’re almost done with your trays of crocuses and you’ve yet to start on the lilies. The garden is small, sure, but you love how colorful it gets once things start to bloom. You’re considering making room for a vegetable patch, too.
“It’s cold!” Sirius sounds offended that you’d be outside when such a thing is true.
“I know,” you say. “But it’s not that bad. And I really do need to get these bulbs in.”
“These…what?” You’ve explained gardening to him maybe a hundred times but his brain is a bit sieve-like. You adore him.
“Flowers, Sirius.”
“Oh,” he says. The phone makes a shuffling sound like he’s moved you to his other shoulder. “I was imagining you planting light bulbs for a second there.”
You hum. Maybe the garden shop will have alliums you can get in at the corner of the raised bed.
“Do you want help?” he asks, bringing you back to the phone call.
You laugh and picture him scowling. “We both know you’re not going to kneel in the dirt with me, Sirius,” you tell him. He huffs. “But you can come keep me company if you like.”
“Oh, so you’ve inviting me to watch? How sexy.”
You pull your hand from the dirt and look down at yourself. “Yeah, real sexy. I’m a bit sweaty and I’ve got dirt under all of my fingernails.”
“Filthy girl,” he coos. “Tell me more.”
You laugh. “I’m going to hang up now.”
“I’ll be there in 15, you green thumb, you.”
You tuck you phone back into your chest pocket and keep at it. Gardening is something you’ve taken up in recent years as an attempt to find a hobby that soothes you. You love working with the ground, love seeing how you can plant things that encourage the birds and the bugs. You love picking flowers for your friends from your own garden.
Sirius finds the whole thing endearing. He’s not really an outdoor boy, though he has no problem getting into whatever sports match he and his friends decide to fool around with at the park or the beach. He likes to take you on dates to movies and down winding roads on his bike to see nice things. He’s a mystery you’re really enjoying unraveling.
You whistle a tune as you work, not paying much mind to the sputtering of the bike you know to be his come down the street. He’ll find you.
“If you told me you were wearing those, I’d have been here much faster.” You turn around and see Sirius stood on your lawn, hands in his pockets, smirking. You’re wearing overalls that are way past due for a wash and frankly make you look like a gnome but he’s always loved them.
“Oh, please,” you say. “You’re just a flirt.”
He walks over to you and stands so that the sun doesn’t shine in your eyes. He’s clad in his usual all black and leather jacket, hair wild around his shoulders from his helmet. “You look…” he starts, chewing on his lip.
“Dirty?”
“Pretty,” he says. He fishes a bandana from his back pocket and crouches to your level, a hand held out for your face. You tilt your chin up for him and he cups it, wiping what must be dirt from your cheek with the cloth before leaning in to kiss you.
“Hello,” he says when he pulls away.
“Hello.” You feel like a flower around him, blooming brighter and bigger than anything else in your garden.
“Tell me what you’re planting?”
“I’ve just finished,” so say, “so good timing. Help me up?” He stands and holds his hands out for you. You wipe them on your overalls as best you can before he hauls you to your feet. He’s been here quite a few times but you give him the tour of your small garden, telling him all the things you’ve got planned. Flowers and herbs and even vegetables, bird houses and a little bench and a tiny scarecrow in a few weeks. You lose yourself a bit as you explain. Something you like about Sirius, something you noticed immedietly, is he’s game to be excited about anything you’re excited about even if it’s not his thing. Flowers aren’t very punk rock but he’s never told you he isn’t interested.
Right now, however, he’s not looking at any of the things you’re pointing at. “Sirius,” you scold. “Appreciate my garden.”
He’s looking at you. “I’m appreciating the most beautiful flower in the garden, love.”
You laugh, tilting your face up to the sun. “That was awful.”
Sirius grins and his eyes crinkle at the corners. “Yeah, it was,” he says. “Not one of my best. Still true, though!”
“Yes, well, let’s see if it’s true come spring,” you say. “The flowers are really going to be quite lovely.” You don’t realize until after you’ve said it that you’ve implied that you’ll still be together come spring. But Sirius seems pleased. He tucks his hand into the gap in your overalls so he can touch the exposed skin of your hip where your top has rucked up.
“Don’t hold your breath,” he says. “I know beauty when I see it.”
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Halloween prompts no. 9
Desiree was going to get her butt kicked. An then she was going to spend two whole weeks in the thermos.
Danny wasn't sure who wished for what, only that he heard his wish granting ghost yell, "So you have wished it, so shall it be!" And then the whole city was in the sky above another city and now here he was strugging to hold up the entirety of Amity Park while people screamed in terror both above and below him. Parts of the newly formed giant island above him were beginning to break off and fall down to the people below, forcing Phantom to spend more energy to freeze the entire bottom to make it more structurally sound.
A few minutes passed with him slowly inching Amity Park away from the city below it before both a man and woman dressed in American flag-ish colors flew up to him and began helping him out. Phantom was relieved and all together they moved Amity out of the way and Phantom phased it promptly into the ground. By the time they were done the city looked like it had been there for decades. The people introduced themselves as Superman and Wonderwoman and they turned out to be very nice and offered him a place on a "team" of some kind.
Phantom thanked them for their compliments and rejected the offer, not bothering to hide his suspension and then seemingly vanished into thin air. He could take care of himself well enough and didn't need adults to cause him more trouble like they always inevitably did.
Sure. He missed his parents who were in Wisconsin at Vlads funeral. He wasn't sure how the fruitloop kicked the bucket but Clockwork confirmed he was fully dead and not a ghost so. Eh. His sister was seventeen now and could take care of him and Ellie well enough that the authorities wouldn't care. Just like she did all throughout his childhood.
Turns out the city they almost crashed into was called Gotham, a fact Sam loved, and they were in a totally new world/reality/dimension filled with superheros and supervillians. Danny was relieved when he found that the ghost portals no longer worked and thought he could finally go back to being a normal kid.
Nope.
Turns out villains from both Gotham and Bludhaven saw Amity as free real estate and Danny had to fight them off. Whats more is that Danny needed to find a new source of ecto energy to feed off of, which lead to him finding the Lazarus Pit under Gotham, purifying it, maintaining it with filters and whatnot from his parents lab and basically chilling there with Ellie in thier ghost forms.
Jazz, Danny, and Ellie were quick to dismantle all of thier parents stuff to both make thier house look totally normal and not suspicious at all and to get rid of any weapons or info that might harm Danny or Ellie. Of course it wasn't long before the bats and birds infiltrated Amity and Phantom fought them off, claiming this was his territory, thank you very much and now he was fighting off Villians AND heroes alike.
Danny was both glad and dismayed that the internet didn't come with them from thier world, forcing them to use this worlds information. Tucker only had to do minor things to protect Dannys identity and the people of Amity quickly got the memo of not telling anyone about the ghosts, especially Phantom.
Sam was worried about her parents finances do to them no longer being able to access thier bank accounts only to find out that her parent (grangran especially) kept a large chunk of thier fortune hidden away in thier giant mansion. So they were fine.
The Fenton kids (actually just Danny but whatever) were left everything in Vlads will so the mansion and everything in it was thiers. (Danny wanted to sell the mansion but got vetoed by the others who wanted to redecorate it since the place was practically a fortress armed to the teeth. Plus, being the dramatic idiot he was, Vlad had a crap-ton of jewels, cash and literal gold bars hidden throughout the place. Wild. Not to mention all the vehicles and stuff in there. Tucker swears this was the fifth room he entered that had a helicopter in it. Wth.
So they were fine.
The rest of Amity Park couldn't say the same. Many had jobs out of the city they couldn't get to anymore or worked in an office working for a company were the main branch was out of state and couldn't be contacted. Meaning no one could send them a paycheck. Many were forced to look for employment in Gotham and Bludhaven.
Everything was a wreck. Luckly Bruce Wayne and Tim Drake had a plan to help the people of Amity Park while also getting on the local heros good side.
#dp x dc#fanfiction prompts#prompts#danny phantom#danny fenton#batman#bruce wayne#amity park#tim drake#wonder woman#superman#the justice league#justice league#the young justice team might not accept danny just wanting to live a normal life#young justice#dani fenton#jazz fenton#halloween prompts
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this is a thought i had and i have to share, so we know JJ is clingy and loves to shower with reader. i can't help but picture the two love birds showering very sweetly, washing eachother and cuddling and hugging and such, until JJ somehow needs more physical contact as if they aren't already almost fused together, tries to maneuver the two of them in a weird way, unsuccessfully, he slips because the shower is slippery and just, flings both him and reader to the ground in a mess of limbs and soap😭😭😭💀💀💀 no one gets actually hurt but i just picture him trying to keep them both from falling and then completely landing atop reader as she goes just "oof" because JJ is BUILT. and then them both laughing because let's be real it would be too funny. this mental image gave me joy so i wanted to give you joy too💃🫶🫶🫶
okok i love this anon, i smiled stupidly when reading it :,) so let me just tell give a little insight as to how i’d picture it, based off of this ! (i adore when y’all send me stuff like this)
JJ perfers sentimental, affectionate showers over sexual ones.
To just know and continue discovering your skin.
The shower didn’t have to require sex to do that.
Every crevice, every nook and cranny, every indention in skin, any freckle, any mole, or any scar.
Doesn’t matter where, he’s going to treat it with gentleness as if it were he first time touching another’s skin.
It was so intimate, so devotion-like and freeing to know someone so.
And to feel comfortable was a necessity.
JJ isn’t even ranked as clingy at this point, he’s in his own category of wanting to take a permanent glue stick and sticking you him so that he’s physically there to witness your every body movement.
He’s that lovesick and manic over you.
He just can’t get enough, and vice versa of course.
You were flush against the front of JJ, arms snaking around your waist whilst he washed your chest, the couple nearly being in the position for the past thirty minutes.
Just stuck and relishing in everything that is.
Your eyes were closed, leaning back into him like it was the last moments of your life— and even still, even it were you couldn’t be more pleased
Nakedness being surreal, the skin to skin contact emphatically felt like a dream.
He hummed in your ear, cooing sweet everything’s.
Blonde locks soaked and pointing every which way, but he was just existing right now with you. Praying that he’d never have to leave this shower, that you’d be willing to stay in it long enough that the both of your bodies would turn wrinkly.
“You gonna wash the rest of me yet?”
You stammered, if anymore relaxation have begun to take over you might slumber here and now.
He couldn’t lie, he’d just been gawking at you the entire time.
In awe that you were his woman.
His kind of woman.
“Fuck washing honestly, just wanna’be closer to you, baby.”
Of course the two of you would bathe, but it’s JJ he always has to find a way to get unearthly close to you.
With one swift motion he throws the soapy sponge to the other end of the shower, whilst the both of you share laughter.
Up until, JJ decides to make about the most idiotic move he could’ve made. Trying to spin you around to face him, would typically flatter you— as he had it all planned out to lift you up and beam at you with glee and pure lovingly stares, and allowing his hands to roam more freely.
JJ’s long muscular arm, elongates itself in hopes of scooping you upward and back into him. But that was still a mistake as you are gliding in place trying to keep your balance, ultimately to stumble directly on your ass.
Running water blinding you so much that you don’t see the much more built figure falling down directly on top of you. In an act to help you up, he didnt notice his feet in the same pile of soap suds that you’d just fallen in.
Slipping, falling, and in love.
“Ow,” you proclaim, not necessarily hurt but mainly suprised at the figure ontop of you squashing you in such a way.
You may as well have been a bug.
But, you didn’t mind it. No, not at all.
“Fuck me, you good baby?”
“Perfect.”
Veins intricately bursting from his toned arms, leaning upward as you forcefully pull him down.
“Just stay like this.”
“Want me to just lay on top of you?”
“Just like this.”
You charm him with a toothy grin, surprised that you managed the fall that well. The two of you sharing more laughter, replaying the slip over again in your minds.
#jj maybank imagines#outer banks#jj maybank#jj maybank fic#jj maybank thoughts#jj maybank blurb#jj maybank fluff#jj maybank smut#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank x you#jj maybank x y/n#jj maybank angst
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The Assistant 11
Warnings: this fic includes noncon/rape, cheating, creep behaviour, violence, anger. These warnings are not exhaustive.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: As an assistant at the Daily Planet, you’re rarely noticed. Until you are.
Characters: Clark Kent
Note: I expect we're near the endgame now.
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3
Love you all like Lord Farquaad loves unnecessary vowels. Take care. 💖
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Clark lands with an impact that makes your skull rattle. Your ears ring as the world around you smears. He lets you go and you stumble away. He keeps you off balance as he grabs you again, spinning you as you whimper helplessly.
He rips your hoodie down your arms, tugging it free only to use the sleeve to restrain your wrists. He keeps you facing away from him, forcing you to your knees as he shoves his knee into your back. He puts you on your stomach and bends your legs up, securing your feet with the other sleeve so you’re facedown in the dirt.
You heave as your tears spring out unchecked. He parts from you, his soles mulching the dirt as your sobs echo. You squirm until you fall onto your side, bound helpless as you let your horror mount to frantic screams.
“Help! Someone!”
He hushes you and bends to grip your jaw. You quiet, choking on your voice as you look past him. Canopies of leaves ripple above him, you smell water nearby, a freshness that lends a coolness to the air. He snarls and drags you across the ground, placing you against the brush along the jutting rock wall.
“Scream all you want. No one out here.”
“Please, Clark, please,” you plead through pathetic babbles, “I didn’t–why– why did you– Richard—”
“You promised you loved me. That you would never hurt me–”
“I was scared–”
“You lied to me,” he growls as he paces back and forth, “you betrayed me!”
“No, no, I was just afraid. I was afraid you’d hurt me, Clark, honey, I swear–”
“Hurt you?”
“You’re married,” you whimper, “I knew we could never be together–”
“I know.” He grits out as he stops to face you, his eyes glowing eerie crimson, “you know. Lois is dead. This was our chance and you ran–”
“Dead? Clark–”
“Stop lying,” he barks, “I can hear your fucking heart amp up every time you do. So stop.”
You sniffle and shudder in the dirt. Prickly vines poke at you as you give in to the futility. You’re not getting away this time. Your lashes are webbed with tears, adding a soft glare to your vision. You look up at Clark and pout.
“I can be better… please,” you beg. “What are you going to do to me?”
He raises his chin and stares up at the sun. You murmur and curl your fingers into your palm. You wait in the deafening silence of the moment. The chitter of birds and scramble of critters is dulled by your dread.
“Make you better,” he says as he spins to face the sprawl of trees.
He clutches his fists tight and a sudden rush of air blows over you as he zips up into the sky. It feels as if the earth lurches beneath the force of his departure. You fall back against the rock wall, leaning your elbow on it as you gape up after him.
“SOMEONE!” You screech, even as you know he’s right, that no one will hear, “SOMEONE PLEASEEEEEEEE!”
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Your lungs burn and your throat turns raw. You have nothing left. Your fruitless screams die as you lay in the dirt, wriggling only a few inches this way or that. Twigs and pebbles jab through your clothing and the dewy patches of grass stain the fabric.
This is it. This is the end. The sheen of disbelief slowly fades. That denial that it couldn’t be real. You are just an intern and he is just a journalist. A lonely man looking for company where he shouldn’t. No, he is a murderer. You witnessed it. You’ve seen the rage in him, you felt it, the insatiability that cannot be denied.
More than that, he is inhuman. He is something else. He is lauded as a superhero yet lurks like a villain behind the mask of Clark Kent.
You quiver and let out a deep heave. Breathless, exhausted, defeated. You let your head rest on the ground as the warmth of the sun pools over you through a gap in the branches above.
Sweat beads over your forehead and dampens your cheeks. It gathers beneath your clothing and trickles along your neck and back. You languish there in the beating of the summer heat and wait. For what comes next. For the inevitable.
As resignation sets in, your fate doesn’t seem so scary. Death is a finality. It is an end. It means that you will be free, even if that freedom is nothingness. There is relief in knowing that those weeks of torture have come to a head. You’ve met the climax and now you’re in the falling action, plummeting towards the finale.
A gust sweeps over you and the earth shakes. You let out a yipe at the flash of colour and the clatter left behind. In a second, he is gone again, whooshing up into the expanse as the din of the forest resumes. You look over at the large ax leaning against the cliffside, a hand saw beside it, and few other tools you can’t place. What?
He returns, surprising you again. The clunk of a heavy chest hits the dirt. You flinch and try to turn your body. The effort leaves you hollow as you manage to roll against the jutting rock wall.
Several more hurtling trips and Clark finally stands still, curls mussed from the excess but otherwise unshaken by his efforts. He grabs the ax as you stare at the wrapped packages of insulation, the bucket of plaster, and litany of materials. It can’t be–
He approaches a tree and swings the ax. He cuts through the trunk with a single strike. He lifts the gargantuan tree with a single arm and tosses it behind him. It bounces and rolls to a stop on the soft ground. He does it again, and again, and again. He clears at least a dozen trees without a glance or word in your direction.
You linger in stupefied silence. He approaches the pile of trees and pulls one out. He is little more than a blur as he works at breaking them down into neat planks. This has to be a nightmare. The distortion, the unreality of the moment can’t be true.
You gulp and lower your head. It makes you dizzy to watch him. You listen to the furor of his labour. The zip of the saw, the crack of the ax, and the rhythm of a hammer. When you peek over again, vision hazy with the beaming heat of the sun, there is a foundation built.
You shudder and blow out through your dry lips. You try to wet your mouth but your tongue is arid. You will against the ground, crushing your shoulder as you clench and unclench your fists.
You’re stunned by a sudden grip on your jaw that brings your head up. You nearly choke as Clark puts a bottle to your lips and pours water into your mouth. Your body gulps it down greedily as your thoughts remain disjointed and distorted.
He backs up and pulls the stump of a log over to sit across from you. He drains the last of the water and brings forward a paper bag. He doesn’t say a word as he reaches inside and takes out a granola bar. He wraps it and leans forward to offer it to you.
You stare at him. He presses it to your lips. You turn your face away.
“Eat,” he demands.
You sniff and push your head back against the side of the cliff, “why are you doing this?”
He sighs and retracts his arm. He breaks off a chunk of the bar. He doesn’t answer you.
“Clark, what are you doing?” You croak.
He gets off the log and comes closer, nearly straddling you as he drops onto his knees. He grabs your skull, turning your head straight, and forces the granola into your mouth. You murmur as he holds your jaw in place and your stare up at him with wide eyes.
“Eat.”
You don’t resist. You chew and swallow. He takes another piece and jams it through your lips; he does it again and again until the wrapper is empty. He backs up and perches again on the log.
You watch him as he looks over at his work so far. A whole wall built. It's not hard to guess at the goal, but you don’t understand why. Why doesn’t he just kill you? Like Lois. Like Richard.
“I’m building us a home,” he says as he drops his head into his hands and scratches along his hairlines, “just you and me.”
He sits up and combs his hair back. He stands and dusts off his palms. He stretches and peels off his shirt, revealing his broad chest and thickly muscled stomach. The hair along his torso speckles with his sweat.
“It must be done by nightfall,” he declares as he marches away.
You turn your attention back to the endless forest. You stare into the daunting sprawl and deflate. It isn’t a home he’s building, it’s a prison.
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The house is complete. Clark carries you through the front door and puts you against the wall, just beneath the window. The interior is barren. No furniture, only a gaping fireplace and a small hoop anchored in the floor.
He unties you and stands over you, watching you as you sit up. Your shoulders and knees throb from being locked the whole day. He bends and pulls your left leg straight, he closes a metal cuff around your ankle and pushes a bolt into place. You kick your foot in fright as he lets it go and a chain clanks loudly as he lets it unfurl.
He attaches the other end to the loop in the floor. You whine and get to your knees.
“Clark, please, what are you doing?”
“I can’t trust you,” he sneers, “it’s for your own good…” he stands and looks above you, to the window, “you would only get lost out there.”
“No, please, you can trust me–”
He raises his hand and you quiet. You sit back on your heels and clasp your hands together. He shakes his head and waves you off, striding away without another word. He goes through the open door as you focus on the chain, touching the links in dread.
He returns and unzips a sleeping bag, spreading it over the floor. He leaves again, coming back with pillows and another blanket. He backs up, hands on his hips and looks over the makeshift set up.
“Tomorrow I will find a bed. Other things,” he turns and approaches the fireplace, resting his hand on the mantle above, “I will start a fire for the night. It’ll be cold soon.”
You want to scream. You want to wail. You want to call him a monster, tell him that he’s insane. But you know that won’t make this any better. You let go of the chain and raise yourself on your knees. You crawl on the blankets and make yourself small as you sit against the pillows.
“Thank you, Clark,” you squeak as you pull off your shoes and place them to the side.
He keeps his back to you, bowing his head as he sighs. Slowly, he shifts and glances over his shoulder. His eyes meet yours and he drags his hand off the mantle. He faces you as you carefully recline.
“I’m sorry, honey,” he says grimly, “but it has to be like this. Just for now.”
“I know,” you say as you wince and rub your shoulder.
He sniffs and reluctantly turns away. His steps are lighter as he goes back through the door, returning with an armful of split logs. He stacks them by the fireplace before he works at starting a fire. You listen to his efforts and close your eyes. Only to hide, not to sleep.
The scent of the fire fills the cabin and he pulls the door shut. He nears and his shadow looms over you. He tugs on the blanket as he climbs down next to you and swoops it over you as he wraps an arm over your middle. He draws you closer, his breath fanning across your hair.
“I know you’re scared but one day, you’ll see,” he rumbles as he bends his arm, fondling your chest. Your stomach knots as he presses his pelvis flush to you, “I saved you… like you saved me.”
His hand trails down and you hold your breath. His fingertips touch the top of your jeans and he pauses. He brushes his arm back up and embraces you again.
“Not tonight,” he resigns glumly, “I don’t forgive you yet.”
#clark kent#dark clark kent#dark!clark kent#clark kent x reader#fic#the assistant#dark fic#dark!fic#series#dc#superman
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I’m sorry I just love this idea so hear my out: DMC 3 Dante X fem gf reader where they have like a really cute and fluffy late night call (basically phone pillow talk) cause y/n’s parents forbid her from dating Dante
Alright, here it is, extra fluffy! Enjoy! 💜
Secret chat (DMC3! Dante x Fem!Reader)
Giggling softly, you crept towards your bedroom door and quietly slipped out of it, padding down the hall to your parents' darkened bedroom. You pressed your ear to the door and listened intently for any sounds of movement or talking, but were thankfully only able to hear soft snores. Glad that they were finally asleep, you returned to your bedroom just as silently as you'd exited it and shut the door carefully before snatching your phone from your nighstand, leaping into your bed and sliding under the covers, a wide smile on your face.
Your fingers practically trembling with excitement, you dialed your boyfriend's number and (im)patiently waited for him to pick up. After two rings, you heard a click, followed by his voice.
"Hey, babe, miss me?" A massive grin erupted on your face as you eagerly responded,
"I sure as hell was. How are you?"
"Good, pretty good...been missing you a lot though. Folks still being hard-asses?" You nodded, sighing softly.
"Yeah. They caught me texting you once and threatened to cancel my phone service if I contact you again, so now I can only call you when they're asleep."
"Damn, that sucks. Can't wait for ya to get the hell outta there and come live with me...think of all the cool shit we could do together," Dante chuckled lowly, his voice echoing through the phone. "Could cuddle all day 'n night...no need to look over our shoulders cause we're free as birds." You laughed, adjusting your position and pulling the covers further over your head.
"I'd love that, but I love my parents, even if they are bit strict. I can't just up and leave."
"Yeah, alright," Dante sighed, though there was a tinge of laughter in his voice. "Should've guessed--my girl is the sweetest and most loyal chick to've ever lived." You felt yourself blush at the compliment, and unintentionally out a small grumble-whine. "Aww, what's wrong?" Dante cooed, laughing some more. "My girl not know how to take a compliment?"
"Shut up," You retorted, jokingly, before changing the subject. "So, did you do anything interesting today?" Dante let out a long exhale before responding,
"Nah, not really. Well, I did kill this giant demon lizard with 400 eyeballs, but not much else. You?"
"I mostly just missed you all day."
"Aww, baby..."
"What? It's true! I miss you whenever you're not around."
"Ah, you're so sweet. I miss you too, y'know. I love ya."
"I love you too, Dante." At that moment, Dante yawned, prompting you to yawn as well.
"Ya tired?" He asked, yawning again. You nodded, sighing and rolling over.
"Yeah..you?"
"Very." He yawned again, then groaned; judging by the cracking of limbs your heard in the background, he was stretching. "Wanna go to bed?" You hesitated, before shaking your head and responding,
"Nope, I wanna stay up and talk to you some more."
"What? C'mon," Dante sniggered playfully, "You'd pick me over a good night's sleep? Now I know you ain't thinking straight."
"How can I?" You giggled, grinning. "I'm crazy over you."
"Ah, you're just butterin' me up," Dante chortled, "You're so sweet and I love that 'bout you. Well, to be honest, I love all of ya."
"I love you too, Dante," You answered, blushing madly. "I love you so, so-" You paused to yawn, "-much."
"You sound real tired," Dante remarked, "No wonder, it's almost 2 A.M. Go get some rest, babe, otherwise your pretty face'll have dark eye circles."
"Ok," You conceded, reluctantly. "Love you, baby."
"Love ya too, sweetcheeks. Sweet dreams. Can't wait till our next secret chat."
"Me too, Dante, me too," You agreed, puckering your lips to make a kiss sound that Dante could hear. Then, you hung up, turning your phone off and sliding it back onto your nightstand before curling up under your blankets and getting ready to drift off to sleep.
#Dmc#Dmc3#Dmc3 dante#Dmc dante#Dante x reader#Dmc3 dante x reader#devil may cry 3#Devil may cry#Devil may cry x reader#Devil may cry 3 x reader#Requested#thanks for requesting#icycoldninja writes#Fanfic#Fluff#Fluffy fanfic#So fluffy#Pillow talks#Cute#Forbidden romance
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McLennon Playlists
I have been working putting together some McLennon playlists. I mean "McLennon" pretty broadly and vaguely with these lists, so choose your own adventure. It's a useful short portmanteau for for the creative partnership of Lennon/McCartney. But I do also think there is a powerful human relationship here, disregarded from the classic Beatles narrative. And I think this relationship is pivotal to much of their songwriting.
This is a work in progress but here are the acts so far:
Act I: The Beatles before India '68. This is a foundational period. For the most part, I don't think these songs are consciously referencing each other. Rather, they providing a foundation for future references. That said, I think Hide Your Love Away deserves a second look.
Act II: The Beatles after India '68. The contrast is remarkable. Not everything on this list is written by Lennon/McCartney. I think George's While My Guitar Gently Weeps is actually the best expression for the whole time. Anyway, they're breaking up. Passionately. Chronology is a total mash since most of these songs were written or produced in a small period of time.
Act III: The 70's up through approximately 1975. Here especially the chronology of songs begins to be sacrificed for highlighting some back and forth. I personally find their mirroring right after the Beatles--with the front and center band wives and antipodal messages right when they're sending each other cutting missives through hit singles--hilarious. But after that you get this escalating back and forth in moods. Still sent through international hits! Lol. Which they simply presume will work. Anyway, if you listen in order, the positivity increases. Unfortunately, a playlist shift is required once John returns to Yoko in 75ish.
Act IV: '76ish through 1980. After a period of musical productivity and reconnecting with old friends including McCartney, John returns to Yoko. Let's not weight into that but merely note that it changes all music vibes for both musicians. John goes completely silent for 5 years, except for later release home demos. (I'm using Spotify for this which doesn't have most of Lennon's demos unfortunately. But the demos for Free as a Bird and Real Love are recorded during this time so those songs are included. Now and Then demo also, but c'mon let's save that.) McCartney in the meantime writes a series of IMPASSIONED songs about things like his baby who won't call him back, and his lover who needs to beware. Idk what is going on with Wings in production, but LIVE he is absolutely wailing. He starts '76 going on tour worldwide with every song so far I would ever include in these lists. He wails into that void so hard... Things dip, but then escalate back up in 1980. Coming Up. Starting Over Again. But then unfortunately...
Act V: Post Dec 8, 1980. Pending. There's a lot here, but it's so sad it's taking me awhile.
Please contribute suggestions if I've missed relevant songs!
I'll be working on providing more details explanations of some song inclusions.
#mclennon#the beatles#paul mccartney#john lennon#wings#plastic ono band#i guess there is at least one george harrison song but poor george i'm not going to tag him#Spotify
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Seventeen as your boyfriend | DK
Crackhead energy through the roof
This man has enough energy to light up the sun
He's always either dancing around the house or singing at the top of his lungs
You will be doing the dishes then suddenly he comes around and takes your hand to make you dance with him
He is like your happy pill
Loves karaoke dates and will purposely butcher all the lyrics just to make you laugh
Constantly starts tickle fights that he is not strong enough to handle
His love language is sending you funny pictures of him
The only brain cell he has he shares with you
He is a big fan of domesticity, helps you with chores around the house, does the groceries and always finds a way to make it fun
You two are joined at the hip, always together
If the members can't find him they know that they can call you or look for you and that's where he is
Secretly a hopeless romantic
Says 'I love you at least 300 times a day and you better say it back to each one of them or he will pass away
Literally will act like his heart broke and fake passing out, so dramatic...
Will only wake up in the morning after a kiss, doesn't matter if you guys are running late
"C'mon baby, get up! we are late!"
*pretends to be asleep*
"Baby, please!"
*nope, still pretending*
"Okay fine snow white, I'll give you a kiss now hurry up!"
"You are a very mean prince charming, you know?" he says finally getting up after getting his kiss
He's a whore for praises
He will come home from the gym and make you touch his biceps and you better say they look bigger
He will do all those poses just so he can hear you say how good he looks and how strong he is
A SIMP
Always bragging about how good you look to anyone that will listen when you guys go out
When you guys go shopping for clothes he makes you model all the clothes so he can take pictures because "how do you look so good in all of them???"
Never seen a man so happy to sit in a fitting room's bench
He's gone! GONE!!!!
He could look at you after you slept three hours with your hair looking like a birds nest and still think you are the most beautiful person on earth
When he sees you wearing his clothes he's instantly transported to the gates of heaven, it's like seeing paradise to him
Also, that is yours now, actually, his whole wardrobe is Free Real Estate™
Every gift you ever gave him is the best gift he's ever got
Like if you get him a jacket or any piece of clothing he will refuse to take it off, that is getting washed and instantly being worn again
Will proudly wear promise rings because he wants everyone to know you are his girlfriend
He's so besotted it's embarrassing 😩😩
If you have a bad day he will do everything in his power to make you feel better including making a fool of himself
But if you feel like just chilling in bed he will instantly hug you and sing you to sleep while stroking your back
He really is your best friend
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author's note: sorry for delaying so much guys, had an emergency irl, hope everything is okay 💗
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#seventeen boyfriend series#boyfriend series#seventeen#seventeen imagines#seventeen scenarios#seventeen headcanons#seventeen x reader#svt#svt imagines#svt scenarios#svt headcanons#svt x reader#dokyeom#dokyeom headcanon#dokyeom scenarios#dokyeom imagines#dokyeom x reader#lee seokmin#lee seokmin imagines#lee seokmin scenarios#lee seokmin heacanons#lee seokmin x reader
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Stede's *sob* Last Story (Kinda)
(Parentheses in title because I'm a big believer in stories having a life of their own, and hell this is the kind of thing where a cast would agree to a movie in 10 years, and that's before we get to fanfic...but as far as OFMD the tv show goes, this is the last one)
Stede's last story doesn't really begin with him. It begins with Ed.
Ed's the one who's suggested being innkeepers. Who decided he wanted to stay on this island, to set aside the impossible bird and rest on land. Ed's adding one more story to his cacaphony of contradictory stories. But this one isn't an extreme "I'm THIS now, and my name is JEFF." It isn't a death, or a personality shift. It's a story he'd like to "give a go."
Stede used to be so obsessed with his own stories that he couldn't--or didn't dare--see what others thought of them. He had to learn to set some stories aside, in order to live the life he wanted to live.
And that's just what he's done here. The life he wants to live is one with Ed, and this is the life Ed needs to live.
This is the story Ed's telling. So, Stede tells it too. With his whole heart, and no second thoughts, none of the doubts and fears that plagued him for so long.
Stede may be binding himself to land now, to Ed, but he's more free than he's ever been--to tell any story he wants.
Ed is more scared than Stede. Is too willing, as always, to tell a story that devalues himself.
But Stede takes that story and transforms it. Because telling a story together is far, far more powerful than telling a story alone.
So Stede takes Ed's story and transforms it. Into something full of honest hope. No more buying a boat and crew and pretending to be a pirate hoping it'll change him; no more clinging to vision without action. The house needs work. The relationship needs work. The story won't become reality all by itself.
But it can.
And I love that Ed doesn't quite engage with this (yet). That even now at what turns out to be the end, he's still a bit more uncertain than Stede because he's just not as secure as Stede yet. Because that's honest.
Instead, Ed focuses on the practical. On needing some food , on the need for a bit of violence.
But that doesn't change Stede's story. And neither does the crappy smell awaiting them inside.
This is a story of hope. And it can shape reality. A heap of painted wood can be a real boy, and a terrible smell can be a smell of the future.
And Stede holds true to that long enough for Ed to finally join in telling this story. To say, "love that," and stop trivializing or devaluing the story he wants to tell.
And then Stede says "Me too." They're in the same place, telling the same story.
And then--now that the story has legs, now that the core truth of love is where it belongs, at center --Stede doesn't cling to perfection, to completeness. He doesn't try to pretend the smell is nice, or doesn't bother him.
He embraces reality, and goes about doing what needs to be done to make the important story true.
A seabird to land; a unicorn still standing in defiance of everything and everyone; two mad queers packed with insecurity and trauma finding love and peace together.
A last story, gently setting aside any ugliness of reality, kindly shoring up insecurities, and seducing its listener into becoming another storyteller.
Stede's stories carried him from one family, to another, to one last and truest family. The one he chose, with both eyes open. Took him to a home he'll build with his own hands, alongside his love.
It's story that will shape his reality--and that of those who trust him--forever. A story he'll tell, forever.
Because now, he can. He knows how.
And he won't do it alone.
#ofmd#our flag means death#ofmd s2 spoilers#ofmd s2#ofmd spoilers#ofmd meta#ed teach#stede bonnet#blackbonnet#gentlebeard#fuuuuck i'm endlessly grateful for this ending#like rushed yes needed 10 extra minutes but damn the more i think about this the more this just works so well#it's a good ending. not great in terms of story--but great in terms of CHARACTER#it's honest and true and beautiful#they get to be okay. forever.#sad for us out here in reality but pretty nice for them if you think about it#now i'm gonna go be sad
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Okay lets all put our heads together and talk about this - the WILL Outro video
For any Atiny who are not a Loretiny, here’s what you need to know:
There are two universes inside the Ateez context - Universe A and Universe Z (otherwise referred to as Strictland).
Universe A is the one that we are familiar with. It’s bright and colorful and happy. It’s seen is mvs like Pirate King, Treasure, Wave, and Dreamers. If you’re more familiar with their performances, it’s any song that has costumes with color. They softer looks in sweaters and khakis and such. Those are all Universe A.
Universe Z is the alternate universe. Time is funky here and I won’t get into a whole thing about it but it’s reversed. So there is a 12 hour time difference between A and Z. Complete opposites existing at the same time. This universe is dark. There’s lots of broken down buildings and boarded up windows. There are no mirrors or other sources of reflection so the people cannot see themselves and wish to be free. It’s seen in mvs like Hala Hala, Say My Name, Deja Vu, Halazia, Bouncy, and Crazy Form. In this Universe, music and art and all forms of expression are banned. The people all have microchips implanted in them to disable their emotions. The Black Pirates, who we know are in kahoot with the Ateez we know and love, are a group of rebels that are trying to bring art and emotions back through song (very HSM) and disable the microchips. There’s a whole thing about how they got there but that’s not important for this context.
There is a device called The Cromer, which allows Ateez to switch between these universes when the moon is full (which is why we see a lot of moon imagery). When the moon is not full, it does other things that again are not important here.
We know that the Cromer was broken. This happened in Deja Vu when Yeosang broke it to save the rest of Ateez (long story that’s again not important here). Ateez eventually uses the Cromer from Universe A, that is not broken, to get back to Universe Z later.
We see the broken Cromer at the end of Bouncy as well, but this time a little blue bird flies seemingly out of it. There are lots of questions about this Cromer. Is it the original Cromer? Is it the Cromer from Universe A? Why is there a bird? Was it trapped inside? Is that how it works? Is there a significance to the Cromer breaking when the moon is full? Is that why the bird appeared? I don’t know. And the new video cleared up approximately nothing. It shows the bird as it flies around the set of Crazy Form, but without the members. It’s after the events of the MV take place, which we know for sure because it shows the area that Yeosang is seen spray painting.
The first pic is from the new video and the second pic is from the Crazy Form MV.
I’ve seen some people as questions about the people in white. But these are students at Prestige Academy. There’s a good bit of lore here but the gist of it is, the Black Pirates are using the school as a place to start their revolution. The school is introduced in the Guerrilla mv. A boy from the school appears. It’s also seen in the Bouncy MV and referenced in the narrative in the Diary version of Outlaw.
There is also a paper and a cube seen at the end.
The paper is clearly plans for a pirate ship. The questions here lie solely on when this all takes place. As we know Ateez has all of their lore all mapped out. It’s is all carefully planned, meaning when they release new content, it’s not necessarily in chronological order. We’ve seen them release things out of order before. There’s no real way to know until we get what comes next. So the question of what is the ship for, relies on when this takes place. If it’s earlier in the timeline, then we have seen the ship in action. If it’s later in the timeline, then it could be replacing the old ship.
The cube is a little more confusing. I’ve seen some people say that it’s probably the same cube that is seen in the Dreamers mv.
Except now it’s red. Red is not a good color in the Ateez world. So what does it mean and what does it do? Dreamers takes place in Universe A, but we are in Universe Z now. Is it a different color because it is a different universe? Is it a different color because it’s been activated? What sort of abilities does the cube have? Is it related to the Cromer or is it separate?
I don’t know.
Thoughts?? Please anyone what are you thinking??
Even if you’re not a designated Loretiny, I’d still love to hear what you’re thinking. Or you can Reblog so other Atiny can see this.
I need answers!!!!
#ateez#ateez lore#lore#loretiny#Atiny#ateez mingi#ateez yeosang#ateez san#ateez wooyoung#ateez yunho#ateez seonghwa#ateez hongjoong#ateez jongho
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okay. while i recover from episode 4 and prepare for episode 5. thoughts and Feelings
- anne and mary as a mirror to stede and ed. but in the end. oh, in the end they realize they don't have to be the kind of couple for whom it will end in flames. they can choose not to set it all on fire
- but also. BUT ALSO. change!!! anne erasing it all for mary, because she does everything to the extreme (cough - mr. edward "i was all in" teach - cough), and it is the only way she can change?? by grabbing it all by the root and pulling?? will ed always be like that too??
- or can change be gentle and freeing? can change be turning into a bird, embracing the wind, getting swayed by the sea that you love so much??? is change not always painful????
- THE WHISPERED CONFESSIONS. I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU. HE'S NOT SAYING "I LOVE YOU" BECAUSE HE KNOWS IT DOESN'T CONVEY WHAT HE MEANS ANYWAY. it's too narrow, too general. ed wouldn't be able to hear what's really behind it, not unless stede spells it out, not unless he earns back some semblance of trust that will convince ed that he means it. he doesn't just love him, he loves BEING WITH HIM. knowing that they are existing within each other's universe and that they can reach out to each other. BREATHING THE SAME AIR. it's so simple and genuine and it WORKS PERFECTLY!!!
- the fact that. wait i need a minute. wait. the fact that. the fact that what brings the broken crew back together is the person who is the MOST broken. the fact that they take one look at a man who seems so adrift and so lost that they push back whatever unresolved tension there is between them, to try and keep izzy afloat. to make him feel welcome, to make him feel like a human being!!! to make him realize him being broken doesn't mean he's unsalvageable or unlovable or unworthy of caring and help. and they know to approach him from afar too!! they know to leave the leg at his door and give him space!! and to end it all with a cherry on top!!! the little note!!! it's so warm it's so cute it's so them?? lighthearted and teasing and so so full of love??? and izzy just. cries at the sight of it?? of being offered kindness, pure and unbridled??? i AM A PUDDLE ON THE FLOOR RIGHT NOW.
- hopeful endings my beloved. a crazy guy makes you realize change is possible and for the first time in a while you smile hopefully at the sky and when the man you love tells you to come with you run behind him like an excited child with the promise of joy in front of you. you're at your lowest point and there are people there to pick you up and to make you feel welcome and warm and Real. you stand up in your new leg built out of pure love and you look up into the night sky and the sea goes on below you and you smile.
#sorry i am. a Wreck#and i still have a whole other episode to go. please how will i survive this#sara watches ofmd#ofmd#ofmd s2#ofmd s2 spoilers#blackbonnet#stede bonnet#edward teach#izzy hands
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Get to Know Me Tag :)
I was tagged by @lamonnaie at this post here. Thanks for tagging me! 😍 It was such fun to read your responses; now here are mine. 🥰
do you make your bed?
Never ever. I'm pretty messy, and if I don't watch my hoarding tendencies I will morph into the worst pack rat. But I like a bit of clutter around me; I think it helps my creative side since my output (whether at work, or writing on Tumblr) is always tidy and tidied up to a fault, which can stifle creativity (at least that's what I tell myself! 🤣).
what's your favourite number?
Don't have one. However (even though I like to think I'm not superstitious) if I can I'll try to avoid the number 13 and anything with 4 in it...
what is your job?
Not gonna get too specific, but my work involves design, project management and construction.
if you could go back to school, would you?
I was too stressed out at school to want to repeat the experience. But I wouldn't mind a bit of time travel back to advise my younger self not to take things so seriously! 🤣
can you parallel park?
Yes. Not well, but the car will be fully in the lot eventually. 👍
a job you had that would surprise people?
Some minor modeling jobs when I was younger. Hush! I don't like to talk about it. 🤫 You wouldn't think it to look at me now (me 🤝 Ricky Gervais 😂).
do you think aliens are real?
There are too many planets out there for our little blue marble to be the only habitable one, so yes I do think there are aliens out there. I just don't think we've been visited by them yet though! (Aylin doesn't count. 🤩)
can you drive a manual car?
Yes. Mom taught me how to drive in one... until the day I jammed on the accelerator when she said "Step on it" and I almost up-ended us into a ditch. Then I was sent to driving school instead. 🤣
what's your guilty pleasure?
Ooh. It's this bad boy here:
Sadly I've been over-indulging, so chocolate is now banned from the house for the foreseeable future. I'm still lusting after it though.
Other guilty pleasures: I do like a good nightcap, so any (gluten grain-free) alcohol makes me light up – cognac, cabernet, sherry, sake, port... (But I don't always know my limits, so this is now banned too.) And a steamin', stonkin', trashy BL every now and then (bonus if there's a nice muscley actor for me to get all googly-eyed over – shoutout Gap Jakarin!). 😁🥰
tattoos?
I like art and have fanboyed over beautiful tattoos before – but I'm put off by the permanence of them, so I have none myself. Don't like the idea of not being able to change them much once they're inked in, because I will always be wanting to change things up if I were to get one. And no, even for looking at I prefer an uninked bod over an inked one. It takes a lot of work to get a body in shape, and I can't understand someone wanting to cover up the results of their hard work at the gym. 🤷♂️
favorite color?
A deep, rich blue most of the time. But when the mood hits, I like a bright, bold red too.
favorite type of music?
My tastes are a bit eclectic, leaning lighter and not challenging. Anything with a strong melodic line will get me hooked. Bonus points if the lyrics can come together with the melody to tell a story, and elevate it even more. So – pop mostly, but I also like R&B, soul, light jazz and the odd heartfelt country ballad or foot-stomper (go Queen Bey! 😍). Also like things with a nostalgic bent (I melt at Karen Carpenter, Seals & Croft, and England Dan & John Ford Coley). And then throw in a couple of show tunes in there for good measure! My YouTube playlist is all over the place – Sheila Majid, New Country, Renaissance, Nunew, Miley Cyrus, Streisand, Li'l Nas X, Ayumu Imazu, The Carpenters, Clean Bandit, so many others, all side-by-side.
do you like puzzles?
I love them, especially word and logic puzzles. I'm always shouting over Pat and Vanna. 🤣
any phobias?
Oddly, not the usual suspects, but I'm a bit phobic about birds. They're just creepy up close, even though I find them fascinating and beautiful with a bit of distance. While the bog-standard creepy-crawlies don't bother me one bit – I'm the one always getting called in to whack the roaches and chase away rodents. I dream of getting a cobalt blue tarantula as a pet (but that's not going to happen for various reasons, alas).
favorite childhood sport?
I wasn't that sporty growing up (classic bookworm) but I did enjoy a bit of soccer when I got to play. But I guess my favorite was probably swimming, though I didn't compete.
do you talk to yourself?
All the time. There's a nonstop monologue going on in my head and I've been known to startle people by accidentally voicing that conversation out loud. So I've learnt not to do it around others. 🤣 And no I'm not hearing disembodied voices; it's just me keeping myself company (plus I find it helps me focus my thoughts).
what movies do you adore?
My all-time favorite: Cinema Paradiso; it really pulls unabashedly at the heartstrings, but then again I'm a sentimental fool and love it all the more for that. That's also why I like Love Actually, especially the scene where the repressed Jamie (Colin Firth) travels to Portugal in order to confess his feelings to Aurélia (Lúcia Moniz), having realized he loves her despite the language barrier, and doggedly learnt Portuguese just to make his declaration – and then he finds out that she, lovelorn and bereft, learnt English just in case ("just in cases") he came back. 💖
And my second favorite is from the other end of the spectrum, actually quite a bit before my time as well: Hello Dolly! 😆 Don't judge... A couple of songs in there are really amazing – Love is Only Love and Just Leave Everything to Me especially (which are not in the stage version) are mindblowingly good. The former is almost pithy in its bare-boned purity, all about looking at love without sentimentality while reprising themes heard earlier on in the musical; the latter has the among the cleverest lyrics set to music I've ever heard:
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Streisand is in fine fettle portraying a campier, more youthful incarnation of Dolly. Such a shame it was not better received. The costumes are spectacular too.
coffee or tea?
Coffee (or rather the caffeine it contains) is my drug of choice, and I drink buckets of it. But I like a good cuppa when I'm feeling nostalgic and/or sentimental, because tea is what I drank a lot of growing up – at my gran's there would be a perpetually-replenished, giant kettle of dark, bitterish Oolong on the sideboard for whenever you felt like some (which was often), while at home there was always a big pot of tea on the table in the morning, that would then be set to chill in the refrigerator after breakfast. I would always have an ice-cold milk tea with the papers when I got home from school, and it was my favorite daily ritual.
first thing you wanted to be growing up?
A paleontologist – like a lot of kids I loved dinosaurs, and I can still rattle off the names of the more well-known ones (including every one in Jurassic Park 👀). But that got pushed aside for more practical considerations later. Still wish I'd explored my second childhood ambition more though, which was to be a writer/journalist. Maybe that's why I like posting so much on Tumblr! 😍
Onward tagging (too many people as usual, but no pressure to play if you don't want to or can't 🥰): @hughungrybear, @relativelydimensional, @neuroticbookworm, @wen-kexing-apologist, @waitmyturtles, @airenyah, @twig-tea, @solitaryandwandering, @recentadultburnout, @lurkingshan, @grapejuicegay,@bengiyo, @urikawa-miyuki, @pickletrip, @suni-san, @kattahj, @dimplesandfierceeyes, @7nessasaryevils, @imminentinertia, @befuddledcinnamonroll, @pandasmagorica, @nihilisticcondensedmilk,@shortpplfedup, @rokklagio, @thegalwhorants, @brazilian-whalien52, @callipigio, @respectthepetty, @corettaroosa, @colourme-feral, @virtualtadpole, @aroceu, @belladonna-and-the-sweetpeas, @delesaria-blog, @dribs-and-drabbles, @inventedfangirling, @jiirotu, @visualtaehyun @happypotato48,@akawrites000, @kleopatras-cat, @dc-alves, @toschistation, @lovelyghostv
I've been tagged by others in various tag games over the past few weeks but have been too busy with work to be able to play. 😭 Not gonna post half-assed replies if I can help it, but then I'm always beset by dread thinking people might assume I'm ignoring them for whatever silly reason. But I just haven't had the time until now.
If you've tagged me and I've not responded, please know that I really wanted to but I just kept getting sidetracked by urgent deadlines. (In fact, my drafts folder is full of half-written tag game responses that are too far beyond their use-by date to ever see the light of day. 😮) So to any and all who see this, please accept my apology for not replying to your tags and invites, and if you'd like to play along with this one even if I haven't tagged you directly (and you have the time for it) – please do so! I'd love to read your responses! 😍
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Lumi harem reacts to aerials silks dancer Lumine✨
Xiaolumi
-Instant panics
-he rushed towards her the moment he saw her drop from the silks
-of course, the drop was perfectly planned and she makes sure to tell him so
-no matter how much he appreciates the dance, he still has to use every ounce of self control he has to stop himself from catching her
-not that lumi is complaining about being wrapped in his arms
-she makes sure to thank him for his concern with a sweet peck in his cheek that efficiently shuts him down
Zhonglumi
-he has seen her jumping off buildings as if it were nothing, so seeing her hanging off the ceiling by silks, wasn’t all that surprising
-hypnotized by her
-there is something about the way she moves so gracefully up in the air that enchants him
-he just can’t take his eyes off of her
-he had once believed his heart to be as unmoving as the stones he controlled
-but it seems even the earth can’t help but be drawn to the stars up in the sky
Dilumi
-lumine is a competent woman who knows exactly what she is doing
-is what he keeps repeating to himself as he watches her get dangerously close to the ground
-his legs are almost trembling with the effort it takes him to stand still
-albeit, he can’t deny the way his heart flutters as he watches her her figure move around gracefully
-he makes sure to tell adelinde later to set up all the equipments necessary for Lumi to practice in the manor
-he is rewarded with many private performances
-he can’t help the smug smile on his face whenever he sees her other suitors seething with envy, knowing he is the only one that gets to keep her to himself
Venlumi
-one of the first things that drew him to her was the way she moved so freely in the air, as if she truly belonged up in the clouds
-it broke his heart to watch the longing in her eyes whenever she stared at stars, like a bird whose wings had been clipped off
-so seeing the peaceful expression on her face as she moved through the silks flooded him with joy
-pulling out his lyre, the bard serenated his muse, praying that someday she would be free to explore the skies again
-he just hoped his dove would let him accompany her
Albelumi
-his hands are itching with the urge to capture the fallen star presented in front of him
-he had always thought himself to be a man of reason, never swayed by the emotions others seemed so affected by, but now he could see how artists could dedicate their entire lives into trying to make the perfect rendition of their muse
-watching Lumine was like watching art take real form right in front of his eyes
-he once told her how their meeting was nothing short of a miracle to him and every day he believed that more and more
Scaralumi
-if you asked anyone what they thought of Lumine, they would most likely say “lovely”, “kind” or even “happy” , but if you asked Scaramouche he would say “lonely”.
-they had been traveling together for a while, enough for her to no longer bother hiding the longing that hits her whenever the sun sets and her brother isn’t there to watch the stars rise with her
-he would never admit it, but the moment he found out that an aerial dancing studio was opening in the city he declared they would be taking a break there
-only because be was tired of traveling of course, not because of the way he saw her eyes sparkle at the news
-something about the way she moved reminded him of who he once was
-so happy and carefree he just couldn’t stop watching her
-and once she finally raised her head to look at him, he knew she would be his undoing
#xiaolumi#xiao#lumine#zhonglumi#zhongli#dilumi#diluc#venlumi#venti#albelumi#albedo#genshin impact#lumi harem#lumiscara#mine#scaralumi#scaramouche
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Hils Watches Mysterious Lotus Casebook - Ep 40 (and bonus episode)
God, okay, here we go. I'm so anxious. I remember how Heroes ended and how much it broke me
I've come this far though so I guess let's do this even if it's going to hurt. I have a packet of tissues on standby just in case it all goes horribly wrong as I fear it will
Well, we're off to a good start. Li Lianhua is practicing his martial arts and imagining Di Feisheng is there with him. I'm definitely not crying less than 5 minutes in
It's okay though because Fang Duobing is there to take care of him and make sure he keeps warm 😭
Okay, I suspected he rigged the mechanisms to be easily seen and destroyed because Fang Duobing mentioned it but I didn't realise the whole thing was him trying to take down Jiao Liqiao from the inside. I feel bad(ish) for him now
Oh shit! Well, it wouldn't be Mysterious Lotus Casebook without one final (I hope) dramatic poisoning
I love that he just calls him Xiaobao in front of everyone now. Everyone clearly knows they're together.
God, he's about to do something stupid isn't he? I'm having Word of Honor flashbacks. GDI even I didn't clock that he was deliberately sending Fang Duobing away so he could do this
Oh fuck
I am sobbing
I do not understand these two at all. First of all I thought she left him when she ended their engagement (that I thought was a marriage - that whole wedding that wasn't a wedding was confusing), then I assumed she must have left him when she took the sect leader job from him. Apparently after all that they're still together??? But maybe they're breaking up for real this time?
I suppose Xiao Zijin is going to blame Li Lianhua for this too
I knew he was going to get free and leave before Fang Duobing got back 😭
FFS I was already crying and now Huli Jing is crying so I'm crying even more. I knew this was going to be sad but FUCK
He just rescued a trapped bird like a fucking Disney prince
I knew the 'recipe book' was going to be all his martial arts notes
FFS Xiao Zijin let it go! I swear to god if he kills Li Lianhua because Li Lianhua is half blind and ready to die I am throwing my laptop out the window
OH FUCK IS HE GOING TO DO IT HIMSELF?
Oh, I think he was talking to his sword
Well fuck.
Oh, he landed in the boat. Maybe he's okay? Let me have my denial!
It feels like forever ago but I think this dude was telling the story of Li Xiangyi and Di Feisheng in the first episode. If he was that's a nice touch that we've circled back around and he's now telling stories about Li Lianhua
I have to laugh because the alternative is crying even more. But I love all these randos know that Di Feisheng is in love with Li Lianhua and they're acting like him not showing up at the beach is like jilting him at the altar (even though they're already married)
His stoic but clearly sad face 😭
Well he's still alive. At the moment at least.
I know he's talking about fighting, but he probably also talking about their relationship
I want to hug him
I'm fine 😭
Onto the bonus episode. This is either going to be hopeful or painful and I honestly have no idea which way it's going to go
Painful so far!
Well, that was very ambiguous so I'm choosing to believe they found him at the beach and are living happily ever after 😋
I did really enjoy that despite the pain. Thanks to everyone who has been yelling along with me in the comments and notes while I've been watching. This is why I enjoy liveblogging dramas
#hils watches#hils watches mysterious lotus casebook#hils watches cdramas#mysterious lotus casebook#cdrama
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