Love Sick // Arctic Monkeys Songs for the Venus Signs
Did it for The 1975, now enjoy the Arctic Monkeys version! Taken from my favorite albums, “AM” and “Suck It and See.”
Aries venus: She’s Thunderstorms
I’ve been feeling foolish You should try it She came and substituted The peace and quiet For acrobatic blood.
Taurus venus: Fireside
There’s all those places we used to go And I suspect you already know But that place on memory lane you liked still looks the same But something about it’s changed.
Gemini venus: The Hellcat Spangled Shalalala
Just when things are getting complicated in the eye of the storm She flicks a red-hot revelation off the tip of her tongue It does a dozen somersaults and it leaves you supercharged Makes me wanna blow her candles out just to see if you glow in the dark.
Cancer venus:I Wanna Be Yours
If you like your coffee hot Let me be your coffee pot You call the shots babe I just wanna be yours.
Leo venus: Knee Socks
And you were sitting in the corner with the coats all piled high And I thought you might be mine In a small world on an exceptionally rainy Tuesday night In the right place and time.
Virgo venus: Love Is A Laserquest
Now I can’t think of air without thinking of you I doubt that comes as a surprise And I can’t think of anything to dream about I can’t find anywhere to hide.
Libra venus: No. 1 Party Anthem
She’s a certified mind blower knowing full well that I don’t I may suggest there’s somewhere from which I might know her Just to get the ball to roll Drunken monologues, confused because It’s not like I’m falling in love I just want you to do me no good.
Scorpio venus: Suck It and See
Your love is like a studded leather headlock Your kiss, it could put creases in the rain You’re rarer than a can of dandelion and burdock And those other girls are just Postmix lemonade.
Sagittarius venus: Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High?
Now it’s three in the morning, And I’m trying to change your mind, Left you multiple missed calls And to my message you reply. Why’d you only call me when you’re high?
Capricorn venus: Do I Wanna Know?
I dreamt about you nearly every night this week How many secrets can you keep? ‘Cause there’s this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow When I play it on repeat Until I fall asleep.
Aquarius venus: Reckless Serenade
Illuminations On a rainy day When she walks her footsteps sing A reckless serenade.
Pisces venus: Arabella
Arabella’s got a seventies head But she’s a modern lover It’s an exploration, she’s made of outer space And her lips are like the galaxy’s edge And her kiss the colour of a constellation falling into place.
Shōyō Hinata (Japanese: 日向翔陽Hinata Shōyō) is the main protagonist of the Haikyuu!! series by Haruichi Furudate. He is a first year student at Karasuno Highand is one of the volleyball team’s middle blockers. Hinata’s dream is to become strong enough to spike past tall blockers, just like the Small Giant once did. However, since he lacks height for a middle blocker, he specializes in jumping to compensate.
“I can’t believe you just stood here and let your parents humiliate me like that.” You shouted at Taehyung, not caring that the entire house staff can hear your argument with your husband.
“But I thought you were a strong woman, an amazon, who doesn’t need my help.” Taehyung mocks you cheerfully.
You grit your teeth together so hard you think you could taste the pulverized bone on your tongue. “There is a difference between treating me like a prized show horse and coming to my aid when I genuinely need you.”
Taehyung cracks up. “Look at what you’re wearing! A show horse is worth more than your entire life, baby.”
You slap him. At any other time, Taehyung would’ve returned the favor but not right now.
“Ohh, baby, you know I like it rough.” His smile mocks your outburst and he places a hand on your ass, pulling you up against him. “Hit me more.”
You push him away, “Are you fucking high? You couldn’t even stay sober one night for me?” You had requested specifically that he doesn’t do coke today so he can stay alert and by your side at his parent’s dinner party but did you really expect from him?
“You can’t blame me when you insist on embarrassing me in front of everyone I know.” You give him a confused look and he comes up to you and tugs harshly at your dress, ripping a piece right off. “What is this shit? Why couldn’t you just let me buy you something nice to wear? How do you think it makes me feel when people see that my wife dresses cheaper than one of my father’s whores?”
not necessarily the plot of the film, but like a fic set at the school Sky High
and Kara’s Superman’s cousin so she’s like a huge deal, and obvs Lena is Lex’s Sister so she’s a huge deal for the wrong reasons and it was like a big scandal when Lena found out she had powers bc the Luthors hate supers
and Lena’s like AMAZING at whatever power she has, but she’s also amazing bc she doesnt rely on her powers. Like she knows how to get shit done without powers, like remember the weird fight ring scene? like someone pressures Lena into that and she finds a way to win without even using her powers and Kara’s super impressed and maybe wants Lena to teach her how to not rely on her powers, and in return Kara teachers her to not feel guilty or be scared of her powers and in the end they work together to defeat the bad guy by Lena using her powers and Kara using the knowledge she’s learned
Please ok im not a writer but loads of y’all ARE and i would kill to read this like I’ll literally be ur number 1 fan new best friend whatever you need
With Robert was his wife, Maureen, and daughter, Carmen. His six-month-old baby boy, Logan, was at home with his grandparents. Jimmy Page flew in by helicopter to the site a half-hour before the show with his girlfriend, Charlotte. No longer in his white satin pop-star outfit, he wore a blue silk shirt and baggy cream-colored trousers. The band played for three and a half hours, the audience sang ‘You’ll Never Walk Alone’ for 15 minutes after the third encore, and Robert appeared to be crying backstage.
Lisa Robinson, renowned rock journalist, writing about Led Zeppelin’s comeback performance at Knebworth 1979 in “On the Road With Led Zeppelin,” Vanity Fair, November 2003. She toured with Led Zeppelin between 1973-79.
The song “You’ll Never Walk Alone” was often sung at soccer games by fans in England during the mid-1960s.
“When you walk through a storm, hold your head up high And don’t be afraid of the dark At the end of the storm, there’s a golden sky And the sweet, silver song of a lark Walk on through the wind Walk on through the rain Though your dreams be tossed and blown Walk on, walk on With hope in your hearts And you’ll never walk alone You’ll never walk alone.”
Ok so since I’m trying to get my writer juices flowing and songs inspire me greatly when writes stories I thought I’d made a drabble like request game where you guys vote on which of the following song/member pairing you’d like me to write (I wouldn’t mind writing them all but yeah I gotta eat and sleep and stuff). There is a girl group version of this so check that out too.
N.B: The numbers next to the titles are the amount of times that story has been requested. I will be posting the drabbles in the order of the most to least requested so if you want your favorite to be pumped up the list send in a vote
It isn’t that hard boy to like you or love you I’d follow you down down down You’re unbelievable
One for the money, two for the show I love you honey, I’m ready, I’m ready to go How did you get that way, I don’t know You’re screwed up and brilliant And look like a million dollar man So why is my heart broke?
Don’t give it a hand, offer it a soul Honey, make this easy. Leave it to the land, this is what it knows Honey, that’s how it sleeps.
Don’t let me in with no intention to keep me Jesus Christ, don’t be kind to me. Honey don’t feed me I will come back.
Fair Game - The OC with a bad history with men falls in love with Namjoon (1)
You terrify me ‘Cause you’re a man, you’re not a boy You got some power And I can’t treat you like a toy
You got too close and I pushed and pushed hoping you’d bite So I could run, run And that I did but through the dust You saw those teeth marks They weren’t all yours, you had been thrust into a history That had not worked for me, into a history From which I could not flee So go on shake me Shake until I give it up
Put on my best dress, I wanted to impress I put a little make-up on Put a bow in my hair, wore pretty underwear Hoping you might take it off Don’t know your etiquette But I’m strapped to my chair And it ain’t ‘cause you’re pretty You were charming, until You saw your chance to kill Your chance to make history
You wonder why I’m scared of fire You wonder why you make girls cry
You don’t own me I’m not just one of your many toys You don’t own me Don’t say I can’t go with other boys
I don’t tell you what to say I don’t tell you what to do So just let me be myself That’s all I ask of you I’m young and I love to be young And I’m free and I love to be free To live my life the way I want To say and do whatever I please
Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough I don’t know why Keep making me laugh, Lets go get high The road is long, we carry on Try to have fun in the meantime
Come take a walk on the wild side Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain You like your girls insane, Choose your last words, this is the last time Cause you and I, we were born to die We were born to die We were born to die
And my boyfriend’s in a band He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed I’ve got feathers in my hair I get high on hydroponic weed And my jazz collection’s rare I get down to beat poetry I’m a Brooklyn baby I’m a Brooklyn baby
Yeah my boyfriend’s pretty cool But he’s not as cool as me Cause I’m a Brooklyn baby I’m a Brooklyn baby
Loosely based on ‘City of Stars’ from La La Land and ‘I Dreamed a Dream’ from ‘Les Misérables’. Lyrics in italics.
all dream every now and then. The human mind likes to wander beyond
the sky and beyond what is, into a world where everything feels
lighter than the heaviness of our reality. We like to dream of the
future and of the past and of the things that we wish were true. Of
things that will never be because they’re impossible or unreachable
or just made of magic and stardust. They’re the things that seem
untouchable to us. That’s the essence of the dream – the longing
for something that appears to be so, so far away.
is it any wonder that there were two little boys, a long time ago,
laying awake at night, staring through the window at the night sky,
dreaming. Building themselves castles made of clouds. Getting caught
up in a dream, an illusion, didn’t seem all that bad to them. Even if
a castle of clouds wasn’t real, it was still better than what was
awaiting them in the morning: nothing. They would have done anything
to run away from the nothingness.
day, there laid a little blonde boy in his bed in the orphanage. He
was called Simon Snow, a name the other kids laughed about whenever
he introduced himself. He watched the clock on his nightstand. The
number turned and suddenly it was midnight. Simon let his gaze drift
out of the window and at the sky. It was midnight.
he thought. Now I’m
six years old.
he gazed at the sky, he thought about how it was his birthday that
day and only the stars even cared enough to shine for him. Nobody
would light the world for him to make him feel special.
you shining just for me?
so much that I can’t see
there was no one there to judge him or to remind him of how things
really were – so he let his mind wander off. Tomorrow morning, his
mother would wake him up, with a smile so bright, it would light up
the whole room. She’d have light red hair that’d dance like fire in
the sunlight. She’d have chubby cheeks and the warmest hugs anyone
could imagine. (Simon didn’t remember what it felt like to be hugged
really tight and full of love but he was still allowed to dream about
it). And tomorrow morning, she’d give him freshly baked cherry scones
for breakfast. (Simon didn’t know what cherry scones tasted like, but
he imagined if he ever ate one, it would taste like Christmas and
pretty sunflowers and soft voices.)
of stars Just one thing everybody wants There in the bars And
through the smokescreen of the crowded restaurants It’s love Yes,
all we’re looking for is love from someone else A
rush A glance A touch A dance
his father would come in, a tough looking man who would protect him
from all the ones who shot him hateful glances every day. He’d laugh
the most heartfelt laughter, loud and gentle, like a warm summer
rain. And then he’d turn up music – cheerful and happy, carrying
all the colours in the world into his ears. The three of them would
dance together, messy and constantly stepping on each others feet
because, and Simon was sure of that, they all would suck at dancing.
They’d dance until their feet would hurt and they were completely out
look in somebody’s eyes To light up the skies To open the world
and send it reeling A voice that says, I’ll be here And you’ll
someone – they wouldn’t have to be his parents. Realistically,
Simon knew that his parents had left him and that they wouldn’t come
back for him. But someone – anyone. Anyone could come to give him
all the love he needed. Someone who’d be there for him when he cried.
Someone to tell him it was alright when he had gotten into a fight
with someone – even though he never wanted to hurt anyone.
wished at the stars that someone would come for him. They wouldn’t
even need to save him. They wouldn’t even need to do anything – the
only thing Simon needed was for someone to be there.
he was well aware of the truth. Tomorrow morning, he would wake up,
on his own. He’d go to breakfast and they’d give him a muffin, bought
at the store, with a single candle. Everyone’s attention would be on
him for a moment as they wished him ‘happy birthday’ and he’d feel
nothing but uncomfortable.
he looked at the stars, he pushed every thought away. Because he’d do
anything, for just a minute, to live in a different world. He turned
in his bed and closed his eyes.
didn’t think about the laughter – never with him, always on his
costs. Nor did he think about the mean words of his bullies that
hunted him day by day. He didn’t dare think about the fights he got
into far too frequently or the others, who talked to their friends
whereas he sat all alone at lunch.
most of all, he didn’t want to think about the gaping hole in his
all dream, sometimes. But dreams can be painful and sometimes they
can tear us apart.
Snow knew nothing of the boy who, too, dreamed of impossible things
and laid awake that night, far away from the orphanage. The boy was
very different from Simon – he was dark where Simon was light and
loud where Simon was silent. The thing they had in common was that
they had the same parts broken and that loneliness was crushing their
black haired boy lived in a house with little people and much space
while the other lived in one with many, but neither of them felt at
home where they spent their nights. Home is more than just a place.
It can be a person or a feeling or the knowledge that no one will
boy had eaten plenty of cherry scones and had he thought about them,
he wouldn’t even have remembered what they tasted like. Because since
a year or so, anything he ate tasted like nothing.
boy had an equally weird name as Simon Snow. He was called Tyrannus
Basilton Grimm-Pitch, but the only part of that which he cared about
was 'Pitch’. Not only did it perfectly describe the blackness in his
soul, but it was also her
he laid there that night, and looked at the same stars that Simon
glanced at at the same time, without being able to close his eyes, he
allowed himself to think of her.
was a time when men were kind When their voices were soft And
their words inviting There was a time when love was blind And
the world was a song And the song was exciting There was a
time Then it all went wrong
blackness hadn’t always been there. There was a time when Baz had
smiled and laughed and didn’t lie. There was a time when he was able
to be happy with no concerns. When people loved him and there was no
dreams needed, because the dream was reality.
she only existed in his memory. Her hair had been black and her skin
had been dark and soft. He could still recall her smell when she held
him in her arms. He knew that she had loved him unconditionally, as a
mother was supposed to, and he still loved her.
dreamed a dream in time gone by When hope was high And life
worth living I dreamed that love would never die I dreamed that
God would be forgiving Then I was young and unafraid And dreams
were made and used and wasted There was no ransom to be paid No
song unsung No wine untasted
had been made when he was younger. Nice words she had said to him and
all the what
had shown him the world and he had seen wonders in it and beauty. She
had given him books to read. He remembered her being proud of him
when he soothed the children in the nursery. He wondered whether he’d
feel home there.
knew that he was too young to feel sad like this, but in his mind
there was only just before
she left him, hope beat in his heart. His future had looked bright
then, now it was just grey.
the tigers come at night With their voices soft as thunder As
they tear your hopes apart As they turn your dreams to shame
knew that she was gone and that she wouldn’t come back. And at night,
when nothing was there to distract him, he missed her like crazy.
scared,” he whispered and thought of the children in the nursery.
He wished for her to come and tell him: “It’s okay, little puff.”
squeezed his eyes shut and when he opened them again, he thought he
saw her face in the stars for a second.
he whispered again. “I know you can’t come back… But can’t you
send someone? Is there not a hero who can save me? Because - ”
buried his face in the pillow. “Because it’s really hard to carry
on, all on my own.”
a second, he waited, as if she’d send him a sign or answer. But there
was nothing, no sound and nothing else. He was alone.
slept a summer by my side She filled my days with endless
wonder She took my childhood in her stride But she was gone
when autumn came
he thought of her lying there, by his side, stroking his hair when he
was afraid or had a nightmare. He wished that this was nothing more
than a nightmare too and he’d wake up in the morning. She’d still be
here and she’d smile her caring smile.
I still dream she’ll come to me That we will live the years
together But there are dreams that cannot be And there are
storms we cannot weather
Baz knows that these dreams are stupidity. He won’t ever wake up from
this nightmare. There’ll be no one saving him from the darkness. His
father told him more than enough that he’s supposed to live in the
real world. And so he does. He faces the plain white wall and the
scary gargoyles at his bed post. No need to be afraid of them, or
anything in the real world. What’s hidden in his soul is much
scarier. And he’s endlessly afraid of the day it awakes and he knows
that there’s no way that his mother could love him again.
had a dream my life would be So different from this hell I’m
living So different now, from what it seemed Now life has
killed the dream I dreamed
boys laid awake that night, two sad songs playing in the darkness.
The thing they longed for was the love of someone else. They were
waiting for a miracle to happen. And little did they know that only
five years later, a miracle would
when the crucible put them together and they attended a magical
it was even more years later when their dreams finally clashed. It
was another dark night and they sat in their bedroom, closer than
usual, on Baz’ bed. They looked at each other, hesitantly, and Baz’
heart was swelling with love. He’d fought against the monsters for a
very long time and he’d lived in the castle of clouds for just as
looked into Simon’s eyes and as he stared into the depths of blue, he
found something he’d been looking for for a very long time. He
swallowed nervously and took Simon’s hands in his. He felt Simon’s
magic pulsing through him and suddenly he felt like he could walk on
twinkle, little star,”
he whispered. And that was the moment gold and black crashed and
united to become something new.
look in somebody’s eyes To light up the skies To open the world
and send it reeling
was pure magic. The room seemed to vanish around them and there was
nothing left but the stars, shining brightly. There were so many of
them and they were beautiful and Baz started laughing because he
was holding Simon Snow’s hands and it was like touching the stars.
then Simon started laughing with them because it seems ridiculous
when dreams come true.
laughter was light hearted and honest and this was the place where
for the first time in a very long time, they found home.
voice that says, I’ll be here And you’ll be alright
Simon’s smile, Baz could see that he felt it too.
don’t care if I know Just where I will go 'Cause all that I
need is this crazy feeling A rat-tat-tat on my heart
was the feeling the both of them had dreamed of one night when they
I want it to stay
of stars Are you shining just for me? City of stars
wanted to stay like this forever. He didn’t want to let go of Simon’s
hands and neither did Simon. The stars around them were the wonder
that they’d been waiting for.
never shined so brightly
say it’s foolish to dream. But for some of us, dreaming is the only
way to keep breathing. Sometimes, dreams guide us through the dark
until one day, we don’t need them any more.
whenever you meet a dreamer, be aware of the darkness that might lay
somewhere in their soul. Be aware of the dangerous path that they’re
walking and never once yell at them for it.
it takes bravery to walk through the forest and don’t you dare take
away the light in their hearts. Don’t you dare take away the hope
that, one day, they’ll reach the stars. Because, no matter how
foolish it might be, the dream of it is better than nothing at all.
For Teenage Girls With Wild Ambition and Trembling Hearts
by Clementine von Radics
When you are 13 years old, the heat will be turned up too high and the stars will not be in your favor. You will hide behind a bookcase with your family and everything left behind. You will pour an ocean into a diary. When they find you, you will be nothing but a spark above a burning bush, still, tell them Despite everything, I really believe people are good at heart.
When you are 14, a voice will call you to greatness. When the doubters call you crazy, do not listen. They don’t know the sound of their own God’s whisper. Use your armor, use your sword, use your two good hands. Do not let their doubting drown out the sound of your own heartbeat. You are the Maid of Untamed Patriotism. Born to lead armies into victory and unite a nation like a broken heart.
When you are 15, you will be punished for learning too proudly. A man will climb onto your school bus and insist your sisters name you enemy. When you do not hide, he will point his gun at your temple and fire three times. Three years later, in an ocean of words, with no apologies, you will stand before the leaders of the world and tell them your country is burning.
When you are 16 years old, you will invent science fiction. The story of a man named Frankenstein and his creation. Soon after you will learn that little girls with big ideas are more terrifying than monsters, but don’t worry. You will be remembered long after they have put down their torches.
When you are 17 years old, you will strike out Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig one right after the other. Men will be afraid of the lightening in your fingertips. A few days later you will be fired from the major leagues because “Girls are too delicate to play baseball”
You will turn 18 with a baby on your back leading Lewis and Clark across North America.
You will turn 18 and become queen of the Nile.
You will turn 18 and bring justice to journalism.
You are now 18, standing on the precipice, trembling before your own greatness.
This is your call to leap.
There will always being those who say you are too young and delicate to make anything happen for yourself. They don’t see the part of you that smolders. Don’t let their doubting drown out the sound of your own heartbeat.
You are the first drop of a hurricane. Your bravery builds beyond you. You are needed by all the little girls still living in secret, writing oceans made of monsters and throwing like lightening.
You don’t need to grow up to find greatness. You are stronger than the world has ever believed you to be. The world laid out before you to set on fire. All you have to do is burn.