rules: we’re snooping in your playlist. put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first 10 songs and then choose 10 victims.
1. Travis - Song to Self
2. Royal Philharmonic Orchestra - Debussy: Preludes, Book 1 L 117 - La Cathédrale Engloutie
3. Illumenium - Bulgaria
4. McFly - Silence is a Scary Sound (live)
5. Panic! At the Disco - Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off (iTunes Live Sessions)
6. Snow Patrol - Please Just Take These Photos From My Hands
7. Light Pollution - Oh, Ivory
8. Bic Runga - Drive
9. The Misfits - Teenagers From Mars
10. Belle & Sebastian - Me and the Major
Three of these I have no memories of. ;) Also, I have to admit that I currently can’t listen to more than half of my library, because I ran an organising tool that managed to fuck up my music app. I’m gifted like that.
Just popping up because the lovely @miazeklos tagged me and this seems doable… :)
Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
(For clarity: these are only fics that are currently unposted WIPs, not unfinished multi-chapters.)
Yizhan road-to-hell2 (follow up to the Xiao Zhan/Wang Yibo university PWP)
Jalec FWB (pretty self-explanatory, I think - FWB stands for “friends with benefits”, it’s a mundane AU)
Untamed - Highschool (Wangxian as teachers, POV ducklings + A’Qing)
Songxiao - blind (played myself here - I’ve only written one sentence and the title is so non-descript I honestly can’t remember where I was going with it *facepalm*)
Untamed - Guardian (because there need to be more Guardian AUs)
Jalec - Seven Days (Jalec version of the Japanese BL movies “Seven Days”)
Jalec - All the Boys (”All the Boys I’ve Loved Before” AU I started when that movie was all everyone was talking about)
Jalec - pornstar (another mundane AU, in which they’re room mates and Jace *might* be doing porn)
God, these are awful - but I hate titles, they’re always the last thing I do, usually when I’ve already filled out all the other fields on AO3′s post form… *g*
I’m not sure if this one has been done before but I think I found a pretty inclusive and realistic picrew here. I just wanted to share it with everyone
(they didn’t have red as a background so I saved it as transparent and used my own. yes I’m a bothered bitch)
Favorite Time of Year: Hmmm depends where I live at the time! Maybe end of summer
Comfort Food: Pasta carbonara, best thing ever for comfort hhhhh
Do You Collect Something: FLAMINGOS. I got all type of flamingos jewellery that I never wear, hat, socks, leggings, bags, plushies, pens etc. I just LOVE flamingos. They look so graceful from afar and so crazy dumb from up close haha
Favorite Drink: Eh… I’ll be a cliche and say a very specific type of white wine : Mouton Cadet Sauternes
Current Favorite Song: I listen a lot to Minuit by AaRON, it’s just, pure raw vibes to me!! those songs are the kind you listen to in a car while watching the landscapes and you’re thinking deep thoughts hahahaha VERY RELAXING
Favorite Song of All Time: Okay so I have one because every time I listen to it, my heart goes “!!!!” and it’s about someone seeing his partner of one night leave, and he asks “please come back” basically. Tes Yeux Noirs by Indochine
tag nine people you’d like to catch up with or get to know better
favorite color: red + black, and green + black
currently reading: vibe by liza james
last song: willow - t r a n s p a r e n t s o u l
last movie: a quiet place (fun fact, i actually saw part 2 before i saw part 1, my friend told me that i should watch part 1 before watching part 2 but i didnt know i was watching a quiet place part ll until i got to the movies and the movie i originally wanted to see was sold out. personally i feel that it’s better to watch read a summary of what happens in part 1, then watch part 2 THEN watch part 1 but yeah)
last series: private practice (and greys anatomy because i’ve been watching greys all day and just went back to private practice)
coffee or tea: coffee
currently working on: trying not to die, scream, or cry from period cramps atm
Tag nine people you’d like to get to know better or catch up with
Favorite color: pastel pink, blue, purple, etc. I like mustard yellow and that trendy green that goes along with mustard yellow. All blue, especially TARDIS blue
Currently reading: a fanfic series called panopticon by [will tag]
Last song: the grey king and the silver flame atonement by the mountain goats
Last movie: been watching a lot of crime docu-drama movies lately…
Last series: either call the midwife (Netflix) or if we count YouTube, then the five nights at freddy’s game theory series
Coffee or tea: coffee lately
Currently working on: some fanfics and series I’m working on as well as some original stuff
currently reading: fanfics I need to catch up on from mutuals and fanfics about Homelander
last song: 'You Are The Solution’ (Chez Remix) - Loving Caliber feat. Chez
last movie: Angel-A by Luc Besson (2005)
last series: The Boys Season 2
coffee or tea: Tea
currently working on: New blog theBoysfanfic - WIP and ideas. Creeper (Will Gould) x reader for a friend inspired by their new song. 2 WIPs for Raymond Smith and the other WIPs I have on hold.
Running Up That Hill (Deal With God) has been in my head non-stop. It’s one of my fave songs of all time and now it’s everywhere cos of Stranger Things!
Thanks for the tag. ❤️ Currently in love with I Will Survive + This Love Mashup by Pomplamoose. The songs work well together and I love singing along to it. ❤️
I am obsessed with 30/90 from tick tick boom at the moment, I listen to it daily plus @buckyownsmylife and I have a blended playlist on Spotify that always has good songs!
Imma make a playlist of these!!! @americasass81 wanna add yours?
Thanks for the tag @dragon-of-dreams Right now it’s What Have You Got Planned Tonight Diana sung by Merle Haggard.
you gorgeous babes enjoying anything more interesting?
thank you christy i heard this song for the first time in about twenty years on a tiktok the other day and i haven’t been able to stop listening to it ever since: think twice by celine dion
Tbh, ‘This Is KK’ playlist on spotify is what I’m listening to the most right now along with vibing to Pasoori (THIS SONG IS ADDICTING HUSH) and then comes Harry’s Matilda (gosh that tugs at your heartstring) and then Numb Little Bug basically represents my emotions rn and lastly If This Is Love is so soulful and lyrically amazing!
rindou’s “just one bite” and half of my freshly baked cookies are gone before i can even give them away for valentine’s day. did he help me with it? of course he did, mostly for the eating part tho. but ykw? his cookies are very adorable, he made mine perfect and his ones a lil bigger, it’s cute and all until you see how he did for ran’s </3
haru who was waiting for me to contact him all day to give him a chocolate, he thought i wasn’t gonna give him any chocolate this valentine. then, late at night when i suddenly call him to meet outside, still hoping for a chocolate from me but no, i still enjoy teasing him until he gets impatient and demand me his chocolate. i start to laugh and give him his chocolate. “you really like making me angry, huh?”
THIS IS SO CUTE
i tried to win erens heart the old fashioned way but that didn’t work out, so i decided to bribe him with chocolates (it worked) <3
thank you nixie and dani for the tag !! these picrews lately have been so cute !! mikey realized his feelings and ran eating the batter before i can even finish <3
tagging: anyone who wants to join!
this is so cute!! omg.
tags — anyone!
lol my attempt at making sanji <3 i would give him chocolates and we all know this man would go heart-eyes over any gift given to him from beautiful people!
This picrew is toooooo cute! I had to make one because I cannot pass this adorable one up!
Yeah, it doesn’t really look like Katakuri (he’s missing his precious teeth, scars, and fluffy short hair) but let’s pretend like it looks like him This bashful man would be blushing from ear-to-ear with a soft smile on his face I would shower this man in all the love and donuts that he wants because that is what he deserves, nothing less Ah, you sweet man of mochi~
you stand alone. your clothes are bloodstained. your hair and eyes are wild. you’ve done it. you’ve won. your hands are shaking. the blood–your children’s blood–stains his clothes as well. that dirty two timing bastard. he is screaming. you smile. this is what he deserves. you board your chariot, ready to fly away. you are alone, but you are alive. is this how it feels to be alive?
you’re smart. you know he’s coming back. you know it. why bother wasting time thinking about things that aren’t going to happen? you’ll stall. you’ll wait. just weave and unweave. don’t think about how he missed your son growing up. weave and unweave. don’t think about his dog that still waits for him. weave and unweave. don’t think about all the women he could be lying with. don’t think about all the men you could be. weave and unweave.
Ages ago (when my feet were still good and nothing hurt and walking didn’t feel like needles going through my feet) @fiercely-raging-writer tagged me on this
sorry for being so late Leo, life got complicated with Camino
Anyway have some angst I wrote a few days ago
No, do you have an idea of how it feels to be me, Aurora?!” I shut up, taken aback by the rawness of his voice. He laughed bitterly at my face. “You have no idea of what I’m talking about, do you?”
Oh, that smartass.
“For almost two months, we’ve been constantly with each other. Days! And nights! Always together. You were always in my field of vision, always within reach from me.” he ranted, “and I’ve been barely tolerating you! So excuse me if I feel like I need a break from-”
I walked over to the group of apprentices I recognised, all of them looking just as battered as I was, in their white tank tops and black bottoms. Riaz was amongst them, angry red welts covering his neck and shoulders. He looked my way, giving me a subtle nod before turning his attention back to the podium. Relieved that he didn’t seem to be holding a grudge, I relaxed as we waited, though it wasn’t long before Lady Amelia arrived, her husband and children close behind. The family took their respective seats as she stood before us. Her dress was a sleeveless, deep maroon, that wrapped snugly around her waist before falling gently down to the ground.
Why are they battered you ask? Because I wanted to see them struggle
a lot of the players are mic-ed in this football game we’re watching, and the players have codenames, apparently, so we’ve got Fritos, Organ, Texas, Blue. @diphthongsfordays
love(I wrote this for my friend who also named a song after me)
Finger plucking, chord strumming I like the way you play The beat of your thumbs The tap of your feet You’ve got a special way Of getting me singing Keeping me smiling Every single day And that’s why I loveyou ‘Cause of the way you play
fox(the sleepy stash)
there are echoes from the foxesthat wail along the stones. I turn and hide my secrets inside the hollows of bird bones.
weak(broken things, 2013)
I love to fix the broken things To heal the hurt and mend their wings I can’t help them if you are missing I want to repair your heart
I need your help when I can’t speak Your voice is strong when mine is weak But with both our tongues set on repeat We can’t repair our hearts
soft(not yours, never mine, 2021)
He was not enough but I made him desperate, I made him angry, I made him soft. He was aching for his own but I made him mine.
difficulthard(the bus stop, 2020)
my breath pauses in the air for a moment, my feet shift in boots and ache after loving the ground for too long. the bus stop is lonely at this hour. it sits so frozen in space and surrounds me completely. there might be time but without counting through songs in my hears it’s hardto tell. before my potential death arrives to ferry me home, the world just sort of stops.
can all of the liberty mutual ads go die in a hole. my grandma ran out of books to read while she’s at our house, so I found Marie, Dancing by Carolyn Meyer, Salvage the Bones by Jasmyn Ward and The Thorn Birds for her to read since our tastes are very different generally. She’s working through Marie, Dancing right now. I recommend it.
They’re outside the garage where Yarrow is sketching the two of them for some art project and Jet has chosen to be comfortable over being presentable while Run just sits cross-legged next to him with one hand continuously straying over and tracing lines down his arm. It’s distracting and soothing and Jet hasn’t worked up the brain energy to say anything about it yet.
“Your nose is bleeding again,” Yarrow remarks, holding out a rag. “Stop bothering it or it won’t dry up all the way.”
Rune takes it without comment, holding it under her nose to catch the blood.
“Don’t worry, Jet. It doesn’t mean she’s in love with you.”
Jet raises his head a fraction from where it had been buried in his arms and stares at Yarrow. “What?”
Yarrow gestures vaguely, chalk dustflying off his fingers. “Rune! Is not in love with you! Obviously.”
pile(dirt in the doing)
“I always think so deeply about things,” Rune says with a strained sort of chuckle. “I’m on my own, after all.”
Jet can tell Yarrow really wants to follow that new train of thought, so he starts sitting up, which derails the little nap pilethey have going on. “It’s almost dark. Are you going to finish the sketch or what?”
“No, I’m done. I was just embellishing, and you both looked really comfortable so I didn’t want to disturb you, but then Rune’s nose started bleeding which ruined that effect-”
“We were there for all of that,” Rune interrupts, thankfully. “In that case, I wanna head home.”
“Which? Yours or mine?”
Rune hesitates, which Jet doesn’t register as hesitation until after she answers. “Mine, I think.”
note(beating hearts, 2021)
Liu Sang moves his hand toward the direction he’d been about to turn. “There’s water down there.”
“Down?” Pangzi asks, coming up behind him to shine his flashlight at the tunnel. “Does this way go down?”
Liu Sang sighs, but pulls out his whistle to blow a short noteon it. He closes his eyes to concentrate, and also so he doesn’t have to see the others watching him. “Yes,” he says after a moment, after the echoes of the sound have bounced down, down, and then up, up back to him. “This way goes down.”
Reluctantly, he opens his eyes again. Wu Xie seems excited, but the man is easily excitable. Was an underground river all he’d hoped to find down here? He knows it’s not. He recalls sitting outside the planning tent while Wu Xie had discussed his hopes for what they’d find with Pangzi and Zhang Qiling, and while he’d been able to hear them perfectly, he’d plugged his ears and tuned them out.
He doesn’t really care. It’s not like he’s here to find treasures or archaeological mysteries. Liu Sang is here because he has good ears, and, apparently, because he’s wanted.
And that’s far too good of a prospect to pass up on.
sing(ellipses of thought no.03)
I sent you sunflowers, will you singme to sleep? there are raindrop worlds inside your sleeves. the moths in my brain are on strike. slowly, I knit my sweaters back together. I sent you sunflowers, will you open your window? the lawn is freshly trimmed. come down, Rapunzel. the candles are burning out but I can still smell the sea. I sent you sunflowers - you’re the only sun I need.
breath(dirt in the doing)
“I feel safe when you’re there,” Rune answers. And then, after a beat, Jet clearly hears the breathcatch in her throat when she realizes what she’s said.
He expects her to deny those words, take them back, rephrase them. She doesn’t. But she does roll over a little so she can look him in the eyes.
“I don’t really feel scared in the daytime, in- when I’m awake. I can’t control how I feel when I’m asleep.”
Jet nods once more, this time much closer to an understanding. “Nobody can.”
“When you sleep over, I wake up knowing that you’re in the other room.”
Rune is taking a while to explain a very simple fact. Jet lets her.
“I have unpleasant dreams.”
Again, Jet nods, but this time he brings up his left hand to trace barely there lines against her hair, brushing wayward strands away from her face.
Tagged by @diphthongsfordays, thanks! Here’s the last line I’ve written for Those Horrid, Horrid Things (TW for death mention)
The woman knelt on the ground in front of her. Gray hair was unfurling like wisps of smoke from her head, and the deep blue of her eyes was shadowed by purple bruises. Odin stood next to her, his hand gripping her shoulder.
“Haljurunna Lokisdottir,” she said. “Do you know who I am?”
Hel nodded. It was Frigg, Odin’s wife, the one who knew the fate of all.
“You have a very special gift, my dear girl,” she said, and a little smile crept onto her lined face. Hel had never had a grandmother. She wondered if this was who she would be like.
Tears leaked from Frigg’s eyes.
“I lost my son Baldr not too long ago,” she said. “And you — you can bring back the dead. I need you to do that for me.”
Rules: post the chapter names of your current WIP. Or how you’d call them (if they don’t have respective/official titles). In case you have around sixty chapters, post your favourite titles.
In spirit of Camp Nano I’ll be doing this for Evermore! I’ll have chapters with titles because it’s going on Ao3 when it’s done so these are just musing and not set in stone.
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