thank u abby @rarepairnation this is a real musicposting moment
The rules: write down a list of songs that match the letters in your username.
p - pulaski at night, andrew bird
o - on the bound, fiona apple
t - tangerines, sophiya sweet
a - anymore, lake street dive
t - training to fly, terra spencer
o - over the love, florence & the machine
e - everybody loves me, onerepublic
s - satellite heart, anya marina
a - all-american bitch, olivia rodrigo
n - nobody, the crane wives
d - dead hearts, stars
s - stitches, wild child
u - unfucktheworld, angel olsen
n - noble rot, the ballroom thieves
s - sarah, upstate
h - hurricane, lisa loeb
i - i follow rivers, marika hackman
n - nostalgia, uwade
e - everybody loves you now, billy joel
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was tagged by @jongseobie to share my receiptify for the last month as we can see i am mentally well and stable and not predictable at all <333333
i’ma tag uhhhhh @ashisland @kyubins @kdongyoung @princessbaekhyun @byunbaekhyunie @akhire @jjaes @awek-s idk do it if u want don’t if u don’t if u alr did it @ me bc i wanna see what people with more variety listen to
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[Lo has no clue how the hell a man manages to be precise about crashing their brand fucking new ship, but they’re hardly about to start chewing into him about it. Not with the way its holding shrapnel, just digging a little into the side of their neck, and they’re sure to tread carefully, because if they slip, if he slips, that jagged work of metal is going in. It looked like it hurt bad enough when he pulled the thing out, they’d rather not find out how much worse it is going in.
The threat of dawn weighs as heavy as the arm over their shoulders, the heat of it soaking into their layers like oil, and they’re almost certain that Bladed is making them bleed into their shirt. The coat is already a lost cause, what with how he’s thrown himself over them… they just don’t do red.
He gives them another jerk across the shoulders, redirecting their path yet again. They’ve got no fucking clue where he’s headed, but if it wants to die in the middle of nowhere, fine. Just as long as it doesn’t take them down with it. The trees grow thicker, heavier, but it does nothing to shelter from the heat. Or maybe that’s just the troll spread across half their back.
They’re not sure if he trips first, or if they do, but they yelp, and it lets up on the threat on their windpipe, just a touch. But, when they’ve each got their feet under them, they move to continue, and their muscles just… don’t. They refuse. It’s like the last inch before pressing their hand to a burning stovetop, or the catch that sets in when one gears up for a particularly dramatic dive, or…
It brings to mind injury. Usually, they don’t mind a bit of risk, but… it catches, somewhere instinctual.
A voice rings out, and they bring their gaze up from the bugs in the grass- when did they start watching these things so intently?- to see a short troll in a button down and a pair of glasses set low on their nose, practically scowling over the lenses at them.
Bladed huffs at their side, some wheezing, guttural, painful noise, and the metal falls from its grip, landing in the grass not far from the little ant trail. When they don’t move, he pulls at their coat, where his hand has fallen to keep itself up, trying to spur them on. But they just… don’t move. They… can’t quite make it past that… hitch, in the back of their mind. It crawls down in tension along their spine, spreading across their muscles.
They don’t know when exactly the troll gets so close, but some of the distress eases up as Bladed is lifted from their shoulders, the stranger cussing at him under their breath.
“Go on, get. I’ve got him. You don’t need to be here anymore.”
When the two have gained some distance, the pressure lets up, and it feels like breathing after being held underwater.
They’d love to say they take a mental note that he owes them, as they wander their way back to civilization, but…
Well. They did give him a countdown to work with, at least. He can’t blame them too harshly.]
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soap im still thinking abt red wedding,,,, ur the Source of it right
-tgm
UM. i think yen was one of the first ppl to come up w a fic concept, but i was the one to come up w the one where its cquackity's monster, manifestation of fear of abandonment and trust etc!!!! u r also in luck bc i am actually trying to write this & am p close to finishing the first chapter woooo
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