lyrics that get stuck in my head


Well..I wanted to finish this in time for @milasaraweek but I failed miserably with my time schedule XD 

The lyrics are from a cheeky electropop song [Jenny by Studio Killers] that I heard once by chance know how that kind of songs works…they get stuck in your head for ages and sometimes the lyrics are just on point and perfect for your favourite yuri YOI couple :P 

I hope you will like it…this ship needs more love! <3  

Uh and by the way I love to call this ship Salami, I know it’s wrong as it’s Sara and not Sala, but it’s funnier :P

Track-By-Track Guide to 'How To Be A Human Being'

“Life Itself”
This one actually started off as a dark, slow, moody track. Quite insular. But eventually we realized there was a cheekiness to the lyrics that we hadn’t really explored, so we injected a sense of optimism into the music. The character that this track is about is a sci-fi obsessed dude who spends most of his time alone inventing strange things and writing stories about ray guns or looking for aliens on Google maps. We made him a website. But that’s what the chords and sound effects were inspired by. Old sci-fi films/series. I also got a bit obsessed with Lollywood music (music from Pakistani films), and thats where the idea for the drums came from.

The idea for this one came from a story someone told me once. They were telling me about their child, and something awful had happened to them. She was crying—but at the same time the memories that they had from that previous life made her so happy—so she was also smiling. That combination of emotions kind of made me feel like my heart was being ripped apart but also optimistic in a weird way. She had found a way to see happiness in this awful thing that had happened to her. That combination of emotions is what this song is getting at. Have a look at this character’s website, too.

“Season 2 Episode 3”
Everyone knows someone like the character from this song. If you don’t, then it’s you. But there are lots of references to different psychedelic cartoons in this one—sonically and lyrically—including Adventure Time. That show is crazy.

“Pork Soda”
I heard a homeless man talking to someone once and say ‘pineapples are in my head.’ In retrospect, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t actually those words, but I thought it was at the time, and it kind of stuck with me. The opening of the song is meant to sound like you’re outside on the street, and you can hear a group of people chanting this song. The drum sounds are made from old bins and trash pieces of metal I found around the studio. Kind of like those street drummers use. All that is meant to set the scene for the story.

“Mama’s Gun”
I don’t use samples very often. I only like using them if they bring something to the table, aside from just music—a context and a further depth to the actual meaning of the song. This song is mainly about mental health, and I remembered this song by The Carpenters called “Mr. Guder.” It fit the atmosphere musically, while the song “Mr. Guder” itself was about an odd character of sorts, and then on top of that, Karen Carpenter’s story added another dimension to the lyrics. if you don’t know the story, you should look it up. It’s important and very sad, and it started a general social dialogue about mental illness which is to this day still a subject matter that we avoid far too much.

“Cane Shuga”
This is the only track on the record that didn’t start with lyrics and vocal melody. It started with the beat and the heavy drums. I let the beat spin and wrote stream of consciousness lyrics through a vocoder for this one to try to capture a certain mentality you might have when you’re a bit fucked up. When you start speaking what seems like gibberish—but maybe that gibberish is actually quite revealing.

”[Premade Sandwiches]”
This is a spoken word interlude. My favorite word in the album is in this: “McFuck.” It’s something that someone’s gotten at McDonald’s. Here it is used in a sentence: “What the McFuck are you eating?”

“The Other Side Of Paradise”
This is musically my favorite track on the record, I think. The chords are quite bizarre, and there are some mad arrangement and structural things going on. And the beat was super fun to make. It’s gonna be fun live!

“Take A Slice”
This track is about someone with a lot of lust. It’s as sleazy as I’ll ever get in lyrics. But everyone has that inside them somewhere, even if it’s only a tiny bit. And it comes out from time to time. For some people, it’s out all the time.

“Poplar St”
This song is meant to open with a kind of musical/lyrical image of a place. A little guitar hook and a floating vocal line that all seems quite peaceful, but things get more and more twisted as the song goes on. The guitar starts doing weirder things, the music builds tension, and then the whole thing flips on it’s head at the end. And you find that maybe that place isn’t what you first expected it was.

As soon as I started writing it, I knew it would be the album closer. This is my favorite song on the record. And the saddest song I will ever write.

Music To, or In, My Ears

pairing: anthony ramos x reader

word count: 2500

warnings: swearing

a/n: have yall ever seen the soulmate prompt where it’s like “the song that’s stuck in your head is stuck in your soulmate’s head too”??? well thats what this fic is based on. its kind of confusing; i had to take a little artistic liberty; and it really, really, really sucks, but i hope you like it anyway. enjoy!!!

You didn’t believe in soulmates. You never had. Your parents said they were soulmates – they had ways, reasons they found each other that they constantly yammered on about. But you didn’t believe in soulmates. It was luck they found each other, and luck that they fell in love. The whole shtick of them ‘hearing the same songs in their head’ or whatever was just… coincidence. Of course. It had to be. There was no such thing as soulmates.

Until you heard it one day.

Rise up… when you’re livin’ on your knees you rise up…

You looked around the crowded subway car you were on, eyebrows cocked. Was someone playing their music too loud? So loud that you could hear it? You couldn’t recognize the song, so it certainly wasn’t coming through your earbuds. A quick glance around the cabin rewarded you with no answers; the other people in the immediate vicinity didn’t have any earbuds in or headphones on. Your eyebrows screwed up in the middle of your head and you leaned back, trying not to show both the confusion and the annoyance on your face. What the fuck was happening? Another line came seconds later.

Tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up… tell your sister that she’s gotta rise up… when are these colonies gonna rise up…

Oh, for God’s sake.

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If you hear a song that makes you cry and you don’t want to cry anymore, you don’t listen to that song anymore. But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head.

- 13 reasons why

—  via @sentimentidisfatti
So many of my lyrical heroes died way too young, so legacy is really prevalent on my mind… In terms of my own writing, I really only think of just trying to get the work done, and not in a grandiose like ‘This is my legacy,’ but more like if I don’t write it down, and I go, it’s stuck in my brain. No one else is gonna write it down for me. That’s how I think of legacy—I’ve got to get it out of my head or out of my heart, because no one else will do it for me.
—  Lin-Manuel Miranda
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Characters: Sam x Reader

Words: 1455 (1129 without lyrics)

Summary: Sam and the reader get stuck in the middle of no where as their car breaks down.

This is my entry for @impalaimagining‘s 1K Follower’s Celebration! :) I got the song Firecrack by Josh Turner! Enjoy the fuff!

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anonymous asked:

hc's for Alex with a s/o that's just as outspoken and opinionated as him??

  • so you guys would probably be friends for awhile before your friends are just like pushing you guys together because honestly they find you guys so cute together??
  • and laurens, lafayette and hercules are all trying to convince alex to ask you out but while they’re busy doing that, angelica is by your side in case you decide to try and back out of it and you ask him out in front of his friends
    • you are trying not to laugh at the look on alex’s face and the fact that all of his friends are laughing as well because he was just about to do the thing?
    • and he just stands there for a good five minutes just trying to comprehend what is happening and laurens is tapping alex’s shoulder trying to get him to answer
    • he says yes
  • and you are always right behind (or in front because alex just backs up when you are about to argue) him when it comes to arguing with jefferson and you will probably surprise jefferson when you completely take his argument and destroy it and alex will just look so proud like ‘yes, yes this is my s/o’
  • you get along really well with laurens and alex gets slightly jealous whenever someone mentions it 
    • this usually leads to arguments between you guys and someone, usually hercules, acts as a mediator so you both don’t end up ruining your relationship
  • alex and you having rap battles in the middle of the night like even if you can’t rap? no problem. he will give you lessons at two am and you both honestly are so tired by the time you go to sleep and you have some random lyrics or something stuck in your head 
  • he would love taking you out to see the city and he would love the look on your face every time you guys go out because you look like you’re just seeing it for the first time but you guys come here as often as possible
  • you guys would have such large parties like all of your friends and their friends are invited and so thomas jefferson somehow ends up invited and him and alex end up drunk and having a rap battle about what candy is better or something like what are you even doing alex please have some coffee

kid: mom why is my sister named Carly?

mom: because we love Carly Rae Jepsen

kid: what about me?

mom: I’m busy now,

You’re stuck in my head, stuck on my heart, stuck on my body, body
I wanna go, get out of here, I’m sick of the party, party
I’d run away
I’d run away with you

This is the part, you’ve got to say all that you’re feeling, feeling
Packing a bag, we’re leaving tonight when everyone’s sleeping, sleeping
Let’s run away
I’ll run away with you

‘Cause you make me feel like
I could be driving you all night
And I’ll find your lips in the street lights
I wanna be there with you

Baby, take me to the feeling
I’ll be your sinner, in secret
When the lights go out
Run away with me
Run away with me
Baby, every single minute
I’ll be your hero and win it
When the lights go out
Run away with me
Run away with me

Up in the clouds, high as a kite, over the city, city
We never sleep, we never try, when you are with me, with me
I wanna stay
I wanna stay here with you

‘Cause you make me feel like
I could be driving you all night
And I’ll find your lips in the street lights
I wanna be there with you

Oh baby, take me to the feeling
I’ll be your sinner, in secret
When the lights go out
Run away with me
Run away with me
Oh baby, every single minute
I’ll be your hero and win it
When the lights go out
Run away with me
Run away with me

Hold on to me
I never want to let you go
(Run away with me, run away with me)
Over the weekend
We could turn the world to gold, oh oh
(Run away with me, run away with me)

Over the weekend we could turn the world to gold
Oh oh, oh oh

Oh my baby, take me to the feeling
(Take me to, take me to it)
I’ll be your sinner, in secret
When the lights go out
Run away with me (just run away with me)
Run away with me (away with me, yeah, yeah)
Every single minute
I’ll be your hero and win it
When the lights go out
Run away with me
Run away with me

Run away with me
Run away with me

Run away with me
Run away with me

anonymous asked:

Ah! I forgot to add details: - Crush (Gentleman, outgoing and goofy but sexy at the same time) - Y/N (She's black, long braids, very shy) - Romance/Fluff + Smut Hyoseob (aka Crush) and Y/N are good friends + have been liking each other for a long time but haven't confessed it yet. They've just finished watching a movie + decide to go to the arcade after their little cinema date. It gets late + Crush invites Y/N to his apartment. Things get heated. He takes it nice + slow afterwards😏


“Do you want some more popcorn?” Hyoseob asked you, smiling brightly he leaned over the large popcorn bowl he had brought for the both of you before the movie started.

“Just.. A little bit more you’re going to get me fat.” You teased him, reaching over to press your hand into the bowl to scoop up some popcorn in your hand munching on the extra butter.

“Hey! That’s not true but even if you did become a plump fluffy donut I’d still eat you.” Hyoseob teased winking at you. The both of you bursting out into a fit of laughter in the movie theaters as the last few scenes rolled up. You both knew you were supposed to be quiet and you often received looks from the other patrons watching the movie but you didn’t care, because your attractive best friend was beside you.

“I don’t think your girl would like it if you were to eat me.” You teased him back, he rolled his eyes pulling at one of your braids.

“Barbra would be so mad.” He joked pulling back.

“SHHHHH!”  A person shushed you and Hyoseob looked back at them, anger flashing quickly across his handsome features before it died down turning to look at you.

“Yeah y/n SHHHHH!” He playfully teased and you hit his shoulder, causing him to pretend he was hurt clutching onto his arm. You rolled your eyes at him this time around, your hands wiping on the paper towels and soon after you were taking a sip of your ice getting into the Beauty and the Beast. Your heart clutched seeing the tea cup and her son as well as the other items becoming stone and hardened.

“Oh no..” You quickly felt your heart sink as you watched the clip play out. Hyoseob could feel the sadness from you and he couldn’t lie and say that he didn’t feel anything from this movie but he wasn’t going to cry over something like this in front of you it wasn’t macho. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder careful not to yank your long braids. His arm keeping you close to his body so that he could comfort you as you let little tiny tears fall down your reddening cheeks. His hand reached up to slightly run across your bare cheek and you looked up at him seeing what he wanted. Both of your faces were inches from each other. His eyes staring into yours, you heard the main song for beauty and the beat playing causing you to look back at the screen smiling widely as you saw all the characters come back to life. You got excited smiling like a big kid. Hyoseob chuckled watching your antics as you sat up. He slid his arm down your back in a comforting manner, his own eyes dancing over your features before he looked back at the screen as the movie came to an end. When the movie credits started to roll, he stretched out and rolled his head a bit.

“So, are you ready to go gaming?” He asked you, nodding your head you stood up with him grabbing the trash. Pushing your trash into the trashcan as you watched out of the movie room you were in you saw him look at a girl. You smiled softly seeing him engrossed in what she was doing, she was beautiful pecking away at her phone as she waited by the restroom.

“Are you going to go get her?” You teased nudging him with your elbows.

“Nah, she is a beauty but I have my eyes on someone else. And before you ask! I will introduce her to you soon.” He patted your head watching as you stuck out your tongue at him heading towards his car.

The drive to the arcade was quiet and peaceful. Hyoseob jamming out to music and rapping even if the lyrics were wrong. Your hands busied yourself on your phone, playing a game on your device and occasionally singing back to his horrible rapping until you were pulling up in front of the place. Hyoseob got you out of the car, holding your hand he led you towards the game room buying you both tokens.

As he got everything for you, your eyes couldn’t help but appreciate how handsome he was. His jawline and tanned skin. How deep his voice was he spoke. It was the little things you started to notice, how his jeans fit his thighs right, how you knew he was toned up under his shirt though he didn’t show it off. And those plump lips that he had. You wanted to kiss him, your best friend you wanted to kiss. Shaking your head, you walked off from him to go find a game just to keep yourself preoccupied.

“She gets like that when she is nervous. I hope she is ready for tonight.” He admitted to the other male behind the counter thanking him for the tokens.

Hyoseob found you staring at a racing game, smiling to himself it was his turn to notice you. How your nose flared out when you concentrated, or the way you gave a soft sigh once you felt either happiness or defeat. How you spaced out to think beyond the images flashing across the screen. Your tongue that occasionally swept across your bottom lip to wet them. You didn’t have on anything fancy, just a long sleeve button up shirt and a pair of ripped skinny jeans. Your braids were pinned back into a big braid and hanging free on the bottom layer, a flower crown on your head. Hyoseob walked up to you wrapping an arm around your waist whispering.

“Wake up.”

You slapped at his chest, resulting to hitting him when you couldn’t control your emotions and he died in laughter not being able to hold it.

“You’re so cute when you daze out I couldn’t help myself. Want to race?” He asked you and that’s what started your night of gaming. Both of you were equally good at something, but Hyoseob had the upper hand on most shooting games. You took him down in dancing games and the racing was equally one between you both. He got the games for the basketball tossing, he was a pro and you were slightly jealous. When the night was finished, he walked with you to the front, it was getting late and he knew you would be tired. Once you both stood in front of the prize line. Hyoseob watched you pick out a big fluffy Snorlax teddy bear that you wanted.

“C-can I have that one please?” You asked nervously chewing on your bottom lip as you clutched the stack of 700 tickets in your hands because you had gamed so much.

“I’m sorry ma’am, that costs 20,000 tickets.” The man informed you. All the hope you had in your body just seemed to die out and the light was erasing from you. Hyoseob watched it all happen. Unraveling his stack of tickets and pulling out his receipts from previous days where you gamed, he handed it over to the male behind the counter who raised his eyebrows in shock.

“W-what are you doing?” You whined slightly seeing your best friend giving over his savings for you.

“I’ve seen you eye that bear since we’ve started coming here. It’s annoying.” He lied reaching for the item that was still hanging on the wall.

“Hyo..” You frowned gently your body getting warmer as your heart strings started to tug.

“Listen if you love me take this damn bear.” He grumbled walking off. You knew how serious he was about gamming and wining stuff for himself. Taking the bear from the man behind the counter you cuddled it waddling outside behind your best friend as the big Pokémon rested against your body.

“Are you going to take me home now?” You asked him as he opened the door for you and put Snorlax in the back. He strapped the bear into his seat, chuckling as he got into the driver seat.

“Son you need to lose a few pounds or you won’t be able to fit.” He started to drive the car from the gaming place causing you to laugh.

“And why is he your son? We aren’t dating.” You crossed your arms over your chest and he smirked shrugging.

“In a sense, I helped make him did I not? I put in work for him girl.” You playfully pinched his arm causing him to groan.

“You’re so kinky y/n, do you like causing me pain?” He asked frowning at you. Your cheeks heated up deeply, yeah of course, there were some things you didn’t tell him and you were a freak you just didn’t let anyone else know about it. “Look at that nose flare. I know all I need to know.” He chuckled pinching your cheek. “Come back to my place?” He asked you stopping at a red light looking down at the time. “It’s late and you live far away. I don’t want to drop you off and have to drive back to my house alone. And my house is closer.” He pouted using some aegyo and you couldn’t say no to him. Giving in you nodded your head.

“Weellllll you did give me a son.” You teased playfully.

It didn’t take long for you to get to his house. He carried your teddy bear inside to place it on the couch, both of you taking turns to shower. You ended up wearing one of his long sleeved oversized shirts because you didn’t want to wear your clothes that you kept at his house or the clothes you went out today in. Hyoseob ended up changing into sweats and a tank top. You both were sitting on the couch, Snorlax on the other one as a scene from an animated movie played out. You gave a soft yawn, but you didn’t want to go to sleep yet.

“Tired?” He asked you, his own voice become a bit raspy as he paid attention to the TV.

“Nope you?” You asked him as he grabbed at your hand.

“Well.. I can’t really go to bed like this, now can I?” You were going to ask what he meant, but he soon was placing the palm of your hand onto his hardened erection. You could feel his outline through the sweats. Immediately your face changed from brown to red. Hyoseob loved making you blush but he couldn’t deny how much he wanted you, there was so much to you. You were different even your culture and he adored everything about you. It was driving him mad to see you in nothing but his shirt, and how you are smelling of him, how your breast pressed against the fabric of his shirt without a bra. He groaned his cock twitching under the soft feel of your sweaty palm.

“H-Hyoseob..” You tried off feeling your voice dye in your throat as your palm instinctively rubbed him through his sweats.

“Just tell me if I need to stop.” He mumbled lifting himself a bit, he moved to push your leg open on the couch, reaching down his hand that was on top of yours to cup your pussy, rubbing your bare folds that were quickly becoming wet from the teasing and buildup. He let his fingers slid up and down your pussy causing you to let out a quiet timid moan. He pressed his lips together before he moved to press his forehead against yours, licking across your bottom lip.

“I want you.” He whispered softly, his middle finger rubbing against your clit as his first and ring finger spread your lips wide. He played with it, tapping against the bud before he slid his finger down your slit slowly.

“Hyo..” You groaned out almost throwing your head back. Your hand moving to slip inside of his sweats, he had on no boxers so it was easy for you to grip onto his shaft and stroke him slowly. He felt much bigger than you ever expected.

“Can I, have you?” He teased knowing the answer from how your legs quivered but he had to be sure. Sliding his middle finger inside of your tight entrance he bit on his bottom lip. He reached deep, burying his finger until the knuckle was in, wiggling it around he caused you to cry out, the back of your head hitting the couch now.

“Yes. Please take me.” You said softly looking at him with lust filled eyes, the want apparent on your face and you didn’t want to hide it anymore.

“What was that?” He asked thrusting his finger harder into you, causing you to let out a sharp cry of pleasure.

“I SAID YES! Take me dammit. Just.. Not in front of our son.” You teased him lightly. He paused his lips twitching as he pulled his finger from you.

“Don’t ruin my sex appeal. I need you to want me.” He almost whined. You pulled your hand from his sweats, you watched as he licked his finger winking at you, so in return you licked the palm of your hand causing him to release a rough breath.

Hyoseob picked you up, carrying you to his room, he laid you down on your back, turning on his light before he was crawling over you. Your legs spread wide inviting him in. “My brown kitten.” He teased stroking your thighs before his lips found yours. One of his hands cupped your cheeks, he kissed you with passion taking his time to press kisses against your lips. He let you get used to kissing him, occasionally biting on your bottom lip or licking at it before he was slipping his tongue inside of your mouth. You let him, giving up the dominance just to enjoy his tongue roaming against yours. His hands moved around your waist, gripping your bare ass cheeks as he ground himself against you. The imprint of his dick pressing against your wet core as he dry humped you. You were quickly a moaning mess, pressing your hips back against his, your hands moving to press against his biceps as his tongue traced all around your mouth, over your tongue and teeth over the roof or your mouth and back to your tongue. He pulled back to look down at you taking deep breaths as he pushed his hips hard against you causing you to moan.

“I can’t believe I even got myself to hold back this much. Do you know how much I’ve wanted you y/n? You’ve made me crazy. I don’t know when I fell for you, but I do know it’s been a while. And we don’t have to talk about this right now, because I really need you. But I want you to be mine.” The sincerity in his voice made your heart feel like it was stopping. Either way you agreed nodding your head as you listened to him.

“You know that I want you. But we have time to deal with that. Right now let’s focus on getting you off because I don’t think my pussy will be able to handle this too much longer. You are making me so wet.” You whimpered slightly, he nodded his head in understanding a slight smirk on his lips. You watched as he pulled back looking down at his sweats that were soaked out from your juices, the outline of his dick becoming more prominent.

He let his hands push up your shirt slowly mumbling ‘dirty girl’ under his breath as he kissed on your stomach and between your breast. Soon he was lifting the shirt off your head and throwing it onto the floor.

“You’re such a fucking beauty.” He admitted, moving your hands from your shy face. He cupped your breast, running his fingers across your soft skin, watching as your nipples puckered up. He watched you before he leaned down, licking across the flesh softly sucking on the little hard pebbles biting on them gently. He pulled back making your skin sloppy and wet. Messy from his actions as he painted your neck and your breast with hickeys. Once he felt you were wet enough for him, and he could see the juices making a puddle on the bed under you he pulled away smiling down at you. He pushed down his sweats and threw them across the room with his shirt, picking you up he flipped you around, letting you face his hardened erection as he placed your legs on either side of his face looking at your glistening center.

You were eager to grip at his shaft, your mouth watering as you looked at the large organ. Your tongue slipped from your lips and ran across the head of his dick, lapping at the precum, you made sure to suck it all up proceeding to slide down his erection. He was a good side, he stretched out your mouth but you weren’t complaining. Bobbing your head up and down slowly, you felt his tongue press against your clit, two of his fingers escaping inside of you. He fingered you slowly, prepping you and making sure to scissor his fingers as your wetness escaped past his lips. The both of you matching pace, your hips lifting towards each other’s mouth in a needy manner. He felt your pussy give a squeeze signaling from him to pull back after he throbbed in your mouth. Slapping your ass, he gripped at the flesh spreading you wide.

“Ride me.” He almost begged quietly.

More than eager to do so you flipped off him, to straddle his waist once again, facing him this time. He gripped at your hips sucking in air once you grabbed at the base of his shaft and rubbed it up and down your soaking pussy. You slide down onto him slowly, letting him fill you up, your head rolled back and your lips parted slightly. You sat still on him making sure he was comfortable inside of you before your hands moved to press against his chest. Your nails dug into his skin as you bounced lightly on him. Hips slapping against each other, the few tiny groans being left from each of your lips. Your head rolled back around so that you could look at him, seeing his glistening lips you leaned down to lick up your essence from his face as he started to grip on your hips tighter picking up the pace. Your lips found one another’s once again, his hands moving to your ass to dig his nails into the plump flesh. He made you grind on his dick more than ride him, the new position he gave causing him to reach deep inside of you and to press against your spot. Your legs trembled on him, you felt so full and so much pleasure coursed through your body. Hyoseob was close but he made sure to get you off first, the soft pubic hairs rubbing against your lower stomach as he fucked into you.

“Oh god, I’m going to cum.” You whimpered out against his lips, your hips trying to speed up and he allowed you to pick up the pace slowly.

“Cum for me baby. I want to feel you tighten around me.” He admitted. Giving in you shut your eyes searching for your release as you started to feel tingly down below. Your eyes screwing shut tighter as your mouth flew open and his name was released off your lips in a choked cry.

Hyoseob watched in amazement and how good it looked when you were pleasured. He threw his own head back moaning your name as he quickly lifted you up wanting to be careful so he came on his lower stomach and a bit on your legs and thighs causing you to pant against his warm skin. Sweat dripped down both of your glowing bodies, the sheets became clammy and hard to stay on but he didn’t care.

“How about round two in a bubble bath?” He asked wiggling his eyebrows.

“Hmmm, only if you ride me this time.” You teased. He picked you up kissing your lips and walked into the bathroom giving you your answer.

it starts in the dark dusk of a night worth sleeping through. the boy runs his hands over my neck, callouses bruising my shoulders with a quiet intensity. his face is the devotee of a gentle god. i can still taste him in the back of my throat, sharp and clear like a tungsten sword. he sighs heavily and his weary bones creak like the dust filled house at the end of the road. the wooden floorboards are all cracked and stained. they press into my spine. but he is here, and so everything is okay for a time. 

his voice is a stream, rushing in a barely audible hum to the sea. my hair is the lilac of the hair dye i finally remembered to use, his some shade between blond and brown, a pale muskrat of softness. he stares at me the way some people stare at a bird with bloody feathers, a mix of pity and adoration. it is a heavy burden to know that he loves me. Laurel he begs, waiting for me to stop dissociating, say something. i remain silent and instead mull over the cadence of his voice saying that name. it’s my own, but only halfway. this girl is the girl he fucks in abandoned buildings and kisses in parks. this girl is the girl who calls him babe and leaves lipstick on his collarbone.

 i leave before morning, his lithe body curled up on a couch with a god awful paisley print. it is not hard to extricate myself from his warm tangle of limbs and pulse. people tell me i should be so lucky to hold his heart in my blood covered fingers, but i just feel trapped. he is not the boy i wanted. Evelyn calls almost as soon as i step out of the building, impeccable timing for a girl who strictly adheres to the belief that time is meaningless.

so did you tell him

it takes me a few minutes to formulate a proper answer. i pull off my heels and walk barefoot to the wetlands we called home base. no, i think it might hurt less if we just take off. is Kat in? i know he’s a sweet guy but she knows better than to fall for him, right? this is all temporary, it has to be.

 right. like pulling off a band aid. there, then gone.

yes. if Kat doesn’t come today, consider her done for. bye. the walk to the wetlands is short and bitter in the late may heat. uncharacteristic for this state, and honestly disturbing. Evelyn is there as promised, her winter smile filling me with the kind of warmth i don’t mind. Kat shows pretty quick after that. i was correct in assuming no boy could match this trio. the pink knife girls, some asshole called us once. we loved it, and kept the term alive whenever possible.

how’s your boy?

the meetings always start like that. leading people on has never been more of an art. they fill the void that grows as a result of living in a town that doesn’t move, and we throw enough danger at them to remember us by. the three of us were home enough to run away with: filthy little rich girl, pastel flower princess, tattoo artist’s daughter. others learned quickly that we could have built rome by the audacity in our throats.

the lyrics to minnesota get stuck in our heads while i buy plane tickets on my phone.

how is my boy? the very definition of Orion. and yours?

he doesn’t know it but he could pass for Icarus.

Kat was the kind of girl so good at hiding the ache that you almost thought all her self-inflicted bruises had been dreamed up in an attempt to make her seem more human. turns out pink and blonde can hide a whole lot if your smile is bouncier than a damn prom queen’s. but we saw her for the mark she bore, blessed by hades to join him soon. she was a good girl, stripped down to fishnets and leather every night where only her boy could see. he was nearly intolerable sober but he looked good next to her on sunday mornings. she was sweet, if you liked the kind of sickly nectar that forms when you’re never not high.

the morning he found her body we shattered and threw our luggage into the river. we knew it was an accident. she gets these things sometimes, she’s not fully in control. she downed an entire medicine cabinet to avoid possession. the funeral was supposed to be lovely but Evelyn and i just ran. we got on the flight and never looked back.

in early august the crows led me to a rotting carcass i couldn’t identify. we cleaned the bones in warm water and hydrogen peroxide and didn’t talk about it. 

do you think she’s in hell?

 this was the bloodletting summer, letting go of all the life we had too much of. no more boys and no more bruises. a girl, a poet, a corpse.

we could jump into the pulsing river after her and find out

yes, we could

Can I just -

Lance deciding they all need a little holiday spirit so he calls an impromptu baking session and presents it as a team bonding exercise.
They obviously don’t have the ingredients that they’d get on earth, but Lance has planned ahead. He did a fair bit of experimenting, enlisting Hunk and Coran for help, until he found alien replacements for all the earth ingredients they’d need.
(Keith is so impressed by the amount of work Lance put into the preparation he’s just kind of staring in bewilderment.)

Shiro got them something that looks sort of like a pine - much smaller and in a strange purple colour - but all paladins, Allura, Coran and even the mice craft little things they can use as ornaments. Lance might get a little teary eyed.

On the day they believe to be the 25th according to earth time (it might actually be the 27th already, time in space is a bit weird), they sit around their tree, eat their cookies and share stories of how they used to spent the holidays on earth. Since they all come from somewhat different backgrounds, they all have new stories to share.

Allura and Coran are fascinated by the holidays and even though it makes all the paladins a little nostalgic for home, it feels good to have some time to spent together this peacefully.

(Pidge - to everyone’s surprise - starts singing Christmas carols with an angel voice. Lance joins in so enthusiastically, it makes Hunk crack up.
Soon enough, they’re teaching Allura and Coran the lyrics to different songs from different backgrounds.)

I was tagged by @verseziam and @rindaanah thanks guys :))

Rules: tag 20 blogs you’d like to get to know better

Nickname: qudas, qusa, gutchi (dont ask), qudsis which huda invented but its cute :))
Zodiac sign: aries
Height: 5′5 / 5′5.5
Last Thing You Googled: trying to find a song cus i cudnt remember the name could only think of a few disjointed lyrics
Favourite music artist: way too many but top ones: Zayn, Liam, The Weeknd, Ariana, Rihanna, Atif Aslam 
Song stuck in my head: laila main laila from raees (the opening 30 seconds make me wanna let out my inner ho and i cant stop listening to it)
Last Movie you watched: Bad moms 
What are you wearing right now: black shirt, grey pajama bottoms
What do you post: zayn/liam/ziam/ot5/bollywood/multifandom sometimes
Why did you choose your URL: cus zayns eyes are like bambi eyes?
Do you have any other blogs: i have alot of urls saved and most are nsfw ziam ones lol
What Did Your Last Relationship Teach You: never had one
Religious Or Spiritual: religious
Favorite Color: blue and pink 
Average Hours Of Sleep: 6 hours
Lucky Number: dont really have one… 9 is my fave number though
Favorite characters: too many omg…. a few: robb stark, jon snow, daenerys targaryen , chandler bing, phoebe buffay, robin scherbatsky, barney stinson, brooke davis, serena vanderwoodsen and chuck (both from GG) , all the kids in Stranger things, wolfgang and lito (both sense8), wes (Htgawm), bruce wayne/batman etc etc
How Many Blankets Do you Sleep With: one (if its really cold then 2)
Dream Job: bad time to ask me this im having a crisis thinking of what i wanna do with my life since my life did a 360 (i dream of becoming an editor for a publishing company but it prob wont happen and i should lower my expectations) 

im very sleep deprived so im gonna tag whoever pops into my head: @0xyzen @zayniepaynie @malikaesthetics @diortitties @awwwhoopsehdaiseh @zaynliam @befourjavadd @somewhereisaplacethatziamknow @zayndrogynous @zaynfeatliam @oh-no-its-elle @ziamspaynus @sameoldbloganddance @luzcoziam @champaynezaddy 

Tag Meme

I was tagged by @leothelad @rogueandeskimo and @almightyroseharru thanks guys!!! :)

Rules: tag 20 blogs you’d like to get to know better.

Nickname: Rimie, Rimjob, RJ
Zodiac sign: Gemini
Height: 5′3
Last thing you googled: Still Got Time Lyrics
Favourite music artist: One Direction, Zayn, Ed Sheeran,Demi Lovato, Fifth Harmony, Chance the Rapper, J Cole, Jehne Aiko, Justin Nozuka, Nicki Minaj
Song stuck in my head: Still Got Time -Zayn ft. Partynextdoor
Last movie you watched: The Secret Life of Pets
What are you wearing right now: blue ripped skinny jeans, black and grey loose t-shirt
Why did you choose your URL: cause i love kittens and Niall :’)
Do you have any other blogs: Yes! @insecurititty this is my personal blog i made yeeears ago, and i recently made @angelicpansexual to post aesthetic, wlw, and stuff about pansexuality.
What did your last relationship teach you: my last relationship was in high school but it was short and stupid so i don’t consider it as a relationship. So it taught me nothing lol
Religious or spiritual: Nope
Favourite colour: purple
Average hours of sleep: 8-10
Lucky number: 7
Favourite characters: Troy and Abed (community), Louise (bobs burgers), Kareema (no tomorrow) 
How many blankets do you sleep with: just one! 

I’m going to tag:

@5hofficial @bisexvalziam @cactihl @magicalhalo @horansaetre @loucrisis @roseylouie @liamalmighty @love-you-lou @please-dont-freak-out @novacaneziam @latinxstan @champaynezaddy @greatbigstorm @awwwhoopsehdaiseh @bisexualharry @loammy-jean @this-old-town @hunkyniall @darlinzayn