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She Knows He Will

Originally posted by oreilysamcro

Author’s Note: This is a Happy Lowman imagine based on Some Unholy War by Amy Winehouse as requested by a lovely Nonny as well as imagine number 7 for TT5. This imagine is rated M for adult themes *TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of Abuse*

She Knows He Will

If my man was fighting
Some unholy war
I would be behind him
Straight shook up beside him
With strength he didn’t know
It’s you I’m fighting for
He can’t lose with me in tow
I refuse to let him go
At his side and drunk on pride
We wait for the blow

She’s the picture of cool, calm, and collected, nothing about her gives away the fact her heart pounds almost painfully against her ribs. Happy will come for her. She believes in him, and over the last couple of hours as her captors have tried to methodically strip her of her dignity, to break her down, physically, emotionally, mentally she’s kept it in her mind that her Old Man will come, that single thought is what gives her strength, what keeps her holding on.

They’d prepared for this they knew it could happen.

One day.

She just didn’t think that day would be so soon.

“This can all be over if you just tell us where they’re keeping the guns,” a voice rolls from behind a mask and with a choking laugh she shakes her head.

“I’m just an Old Lady, I don’t know shit,” she says and when her head snaps back from the force of a blow she barely feels, she just laughs some more, and that laughter carries her even when she sees the glint of the blade, and when the first cut is made she refuses to scream, refuses to cry. She won’t give them the satisfaction.

Besides. Her Old Man will come. She knows he will.

We put it in writing
But who you writing for
Just us on kitchen floor
Justice done,
Reciting my stomach standing still
Like you’re reading my will
He still stands in spite of what his scars say
And I’ll battle ‘til this bitter finale
Just me, my dignity and this guitar case

“Hey girl,” Happy’s voice rasps in her ear and with a roll of her head she smiles, blinking blurred eyes at his scowling face.

“Happy,” she whispers with a smile, “I told them you’d come. I told them you’d find me.”

“You did good baby…”

“I didn’t tell them anything Happy, even when they hurt me.”

“I know baby, I know. You can let go now,” he says and shaking her head she tries to see him clearly, and when her vision finally clears she finds herself alone, and it’s almost too much for her to bear. She could have sworn he was here. She heard his voice, felt his breath on her skin, but here she is, alone.

Somewhere in her mind she knows hallucinations are a by-product of torture, sleep deprivation, all kinds of things…but it doesn’t break her heart any less, and with a soft cry she closes her eyes.


“Hey girl,” Happy’s rasping voice wakes her and for a second she shakes her spinning head.

“You’re not real,” she cries breath hitching in her chest as she squeezes her eyes shut. “I know you aren’t real.”

“I’m real,” he insists but she doesn’t believe him, that is until he rests his hands on her face, forcing her to look at him. “I’m real.”

“You’re real,” she sobs hands coming up to clutch his wrists. “You came. You came for me.”

“And I’m going to get you the hell out of here.”


Yes my man is fighting some unholy war
And I will stand beside you
And who you dying for
B - I would have died too
I’d have liked too
If my man was fighting
Some unholy war
If my man was fighting


Close-up video of Austin McKenzie accidentally singing the same line twice during his performance of “Valerie” (Amy Winehouse cover version) at 54 Below’s Spring Awakening Revival night. He plays it off like a pro and he’s so fucking cute. I can’t.

Non so quanto debba ringraziare la musica, infinite volte non basterebbero.
Lei c'è sempre stata.
Quando ero triste, lei era li.
Quando ero di buon umore, trovava subito la giusta canzone per darmi ancora più carica di quanta già ne avessi.
Quando volevo isolarmi dalla gente, bastava che mi mettessi le cuffie e tutti gli altri sparivano; rimanevamo solo io e lei.