snapping the walls

Someone Like Me

Summary:  A bad date and a bad night for the reader take a turn for the better thanks to Sam.

Characters: Sam x Reader

Word Count:  1348

Warnings:  smut (fingering, unprotected sex), fluff

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble for my lovely friend @arryn-nyxx but Sam decided to take his time.  I love you Arryn!

This is unbeta’d all mistakes are mine alone.

Originally posted by findyourownhappyending

 

You slip into the bunker, hoping that Sam and Dean are otherwise occupied and you’ll be able to make it to your room unnoticed.  Unfortunately this night is determined to fuck you and Sam is sitting in the library, head buried in a book, when you walk in.

“Hey, Y/N.”  He looks up, dimples popping out as he smiles.  “How’d the date go?”

Stupid, handsome jerk, you think to yourself.  Why does he have to be so handsome and happy to see me?  He should only be this happy to see me if he thought of me as a woman and not a sister.  Ok, my mood is definitely in the bad territory, better get to my room before I say something I’ll regret.

“Fine,” you mumble, quickly continuing down the hall.

You’re praying he’ll go back to whatever he was reading, but his footsteps sound behind you as he calls for you.

“Hey, Y/N, wait up.”

“I’m really tired, Sam,” you say, keeping your head down.

He reaches you then, the scent of sandalwood and mint filling your nose.  You sigh inwardly, if only you could find someone like him, but there is no one like him.

He crooks his finger under your chin so you have to look at him and when your eyes meet his, his face falls.  His smile is gone, replaced by a furrowed brow, concern darkening his hazel eyes.

“What happened?”

“Nothing.”  You try to look down, but his finger keeps your chin up.

“Red-rimmed eyes isn’t nothing, Y/N.  What happened?”

You spin, crossing the doorway to your room with Sam at your heels.  He closes the door behind him as you sink down onto your bed.

“Can we talk about this later?  I just want to curl up and go to sleep.”

“Did the date go that badly?  I thought you were thinking about breaking up with him?”

“I was.  But he broke up with me,” you sniff.

“Then…”  The bed sinks as he sits next to you.

“The rejection still hurts, Sam.  Even if I didn’t want to be with him.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Why can’t I just find someone already?  What’s wrong with me?  Either I like them and they don’t like me or they like me and I don’t like them.  I give up!”  You throw your hands up in exasperation; you’re nothing if not dramatic.  Why can’t I find someone like you?  And you really want to say it out loud.  You’d jump at the chance to be with him.  You know he doesn’t feel that way about you, but it doesn’t stop a little piece of you from hoping.

“Maybe you just need to look at people you haven’t thought about before.”

“What do you mean?  Like who?”

“Like me.”

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Privileged (20/?)

Originally posted by scenesocialbroken

“*yn* and Bellamy may have finally resolved their own issues - but now they have to help Octavia save the love of her life. *yn* finally comes face to face with the commander of the grounders  and unsurprisingly doesn’t bother to keep her mouth shout.”

Warnings: Swearing, violence

Notes: Based on 2x07 ‘Long Into An Abyss’ of The 100.

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“He hasn’t lost any strength since we got here.” *yn* observed as she warily eyed Lincoln’s heaving body that was glistening in sweat.

“What are we going to do with him?” Bellamy muttered under his breath, involuntarily taking a protective step closer to *yn* when Lincoln hurled a guttural snarl at her.

“We need Clarke’s help, she’s got more experience with this stuff than all of us combined.” *yn* announced, tearing her eyes from Lincoln to look up at Bellamy.

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You Scared of Me Now, Babydoll? (Part 7)

Pairing: Negan x Reader

Summary: You and Negan are mad at each other after your trip to Alexandria. You drive back to Sanctuary only to…resolve it.

Word Count: 1,826

Warning(s): Smut (finally!), unprotected sex (as will most sex scenes…I don’t think birth control is readily available in the apocalypse!), Language

A/N: Happy (belated) Valentine’s Day, lovelies! Finally there is some smut in this chapter! (Apologies if the smut isn’t that great. I’ve written smut before but I’m quite out of practice and I’ve never posted it online before…so I’m a little nervous!) Masterlist is here. Enjoy!

Originally posted by marythenurse

“Day’s over, everyone pack the fuck up!”

You jumped, almost dropping the box you were loading onto the truck. Damn, he was mad. And frankly, you were mad at him too. Seeing how he treated these people made you sick. Not to mention- you had been apart of this group. It made you wonder that if you had never left Rick if you would have to be apart of this mess.

Negan stomped over to you and growled in your ear.

“Get the back in the goddamn truck. Now.

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BTS reaction to missing you

Scenario: It has been some time since you have broken up but sometimes they remember something and miss you.

Seokjin

He was looking through his clothes when he found a shirt you had left behind. Not knowing what to do with it he just stared at it for a long time. It was one of your favorites and he remembered just how much it meant to him that it was that shirt the one you had decided to leave on the his apartment in case you ever needed a change of clothes. It has been months since the last time he had touched the fabric yet he could describe the exact way the cool material felt when it was against your skin.


Namjoon / Rap Moster

He is a very open person, especially with the guys, but that day he couldn’t wait until he was home alone to let out the sigh he had been retaining on his chest for the whole day. Earlier while looking for a picture to show Jimin he had come across a picture of the both of you. He had deleted all your pictures but that one had somehow escaped his attention until that day. The height difference had made it perfect for him to rest his chin on the top of your head for the picture; it had made you giggle at the time. The sound of your giggle was what had haunted him that day.


Hoseok / J-Hope

He would have been fine that day if it weren’t for one of the guys playing that song during practice. He remembered how much you liked it and asked for him to dance it for you. When he saw how much you enjoyed seeing him dance he had offered to teach you the routine.  That night the studio had been filled with the sound of his laugh and yours, yet all he could do now was stare at his reflection in the mirror while the others danced to the song, trying hard to keep his emotions from showing.


Jimin

He’s had you in his mind since the morning. It might have been how that day it had rained nonstop. It was your favorite kind weather, when it looked gloomy and mysterious. On those days he came to your apartment and the hours were spent between fuzzy blankets, watching videos while drinking hot beverages. He had always thought those days were fun but it wasn’t until he didn’t have you with him anymore that he realized just how special loosing time with you was.  


Yoongi / Suga

Someone during the shoot had mentioned your name. They didn’t make it to sound rude or put him on a bad mood, they were just curious since you were usually around for photoshoots because you usually made him smile by doing silly faces with Tae or practicing your jokes with Jin. Yoongi’s face had changed instantly the moment he heard your name. On the outside he looked as if it had affected him by making him angry or annoyed, yet on the inside he was being teared apart.


Taehyung / V

He is a very melancholic person which is why that day when he found a video of you he had on his phone he decided to go to the exact place the video was taken in. That day was one of your first official dates and had decided to eat dinner and then walk around. Taehuyng had started recording your face once he saw just how excited you were over the view on that bridge. At the time he had made a joke about how he was capturing the view with his camera while it was pointed at you. As he stared at the buildings, the actual scenery from the bridge, he couldn’t help but think something was not right, like an unfinished picture.


Jungkook

He had a dream about you and couldn’t take you out of his mind. That day it would have been your second anniversary after all. A series of memories and emotions have had him bothered for the whole day. Trying to distract his mind he had decided to walk around. After an hour of walking without any success he stopped to lay against a wall.

“Snap out if it! It’s been months, why can’t I forget her?”

Sacrifices of War

“I’m pregnant. I’m not going to keep it.”

A story about hard choices, loss, and the dark moments of war that don’t happen on the battlefield.

Heavy Angst set during ACOWAR. Please read the tags to make sure you want to read this. If you would rather not read it (or need a small pick-me-up), I prepared some fluff.

Sacrifices of War (AO3)

“I’m pregnant.”

The words rang as hollow in the clearing as they rang in her heart. It almost surprised her that spoken out loud, they did not seem any different than in her mind. They were haunting, hurting, hollow things threatening to tear her apart if she lowered her shields even for one second. So she didn’t. Not even for him. Especially not for him.

Feyre raised her eyes from her knotted hands, trying to untangle her fingers and stop her nails from digging into her skin and drawing blood. Instead, she looked at the male she’d thrown those cruel words at, like knives and claws and teeth she had no control over. She’d thought longer how to tell him than about her decision. But no matter how long she fretted, she couldn’t find a way not to hurt him and time was running out. Their time. Her time. So she’d decided to call on him, meet him, hurt him. With words that should be joyful instead of cruel. Words that should mark a new beginning instead of an end.

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Warm Me Up part 1

College wasn’t nearly as terrifying as people made it seem. It wasn’t much of a change. At least not for Will. Being independent wasn’t that different from how it was back home. His mom worked all day and he watched his sister while she did, which meant he had to learn to cook and clean and help her with homework while managing his own.

He’d looked forward to college. To being able to be his age instead of a fatherly brother. What he hadn’t looked forward to were the awkward friendless days and lack of transportation or money. He would forget to eat sometimes, but he didn’t want to make food in bulk like he always did because he was on his own. He had no one to share with.

It wasn’t too bad. He was good at socializing, at talking to people he met in the café or on his way to class or in class. They were just never official friends. They weren’t people Will saw himself hanging out with off campus, or people he found himself taking up to his dorm to watch a movie or play a game.

His campus was relatively small. A college that was hard to get into but not very well known. He saw a lot of familiar faces, but none of them had names in his mind.

As he walked with his head bent over his phone, someone rammed into him at a corner. “Oh s-” He stopped when a pair of hands pushed him back and looked up to see a dark haired guy scowling at him through a grunt of annoyance. “S-sorry,” Will muttered.

The guy gave him half an eyeroll and walked away. Will felt his cheeks flare with embarrassment and anger. He shut his eyes and took a breath and kept walking. As he walked into class, a guy he usually sat beside turned to him excitedly.

“Dude!” he exclaimed, taking Will by surprise because he hardly ever initiated conversation if not for a partner discussion. “Listen, the café is having an open mic night and me and buddy are performing. I wanted to know if you’d come to, you know show support.”

“Oh. Sure what time?” he answered.

“Seven. It goes on until nine, but you don’t have to stay the whole time.” Will nodded and jotted it down on his hand. “Thanks, man.”

“Yeah, no problem.” He smiled and turned his attention to the professor as class started.

Will figured it’d be fun to hear people sing and play their instruments at this thing, so he was actually looking forward to it. He was looking forward to it so much, he got there half an hour early and found himself seated near the front, reading a book as he waited.

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Prompt:  “Scotty/Reader. Fluff. Getting stuck together in a Jefferies tube!”- @vintagevalentinexx

Word Count:  1,529

Warning:  Being stuck in a tight space.

Author’s Note:  This was actually so hard to write! They just kept arguing with each other and making each other angry. IDK, I had to sit ‘em down and have a chat about their motivations. Anyway, I think we came to a good conclusion. Enjoy!


“Ye’ve gottae be joking!” Scotty cried when the access hatch denied his passcode for the third time in a row.

“I don’t know why you’re so shocked, this happens to me at least once a week,” you quipped, securing your feet in the rungs of the ladder and leaning back against the opposite wall.

“You’re gonna fall an’ kill yourself, you stand li’ tha’,” Scotty grouched as he pulled his comm from his pocket. “Scott to Ratchkov.”

“Aye, Sir?” came the lieutenant’s tinny reply.

“What’s happening with port C-18?”

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couple of horndogs, these two

oily massage turns in to an oily dickin’ (what a plot twist amirite?) ft. brotherly teasing

~1600 words (and minimal editing)


Thor admires his brother from behind as they dry themselves off after their bath. A smirk graces his face as Loki grimaces and hisses softly, his movements awkward and stiff after a long overdue bout in the sparring ring. He admires the bruises left scattered over his brother’s creamy skin, taking them in shamelessly and greedily, knowing that the potion Loki had put in their bath would make disappear within hours. The medicinal scent of it lingers in the muggy air, sitting in the back of his throat.

When Loki bends forward to pat the water off his bruised shins, Thor finds himself unable to resist the temptation his brother’s ass presents. He pulls his towel from where it’s wrapped low around his hips, sneaks up closer without a sound as he twirls the fabric between his hands.

The snap echos off the tiled walls. As does Loki’s high-pitched yelp and Thor raucous laughter.

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Teacher’s Pet

Genre: Smut

Characters: Jooheon x Original Character [Miyeon]

Summary: Your boyfriend comes home early to see you still in your work clothes. Something about you in your work clothes makes him go crazy. So much so, that he wants you to take over for the night.

Word Count: 1686

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ALBUM REVIEW: Frank Ocean - Blond

As his visual album, Endless, dropped in dissonance to Channel Orange, fans scratched their heads, asking themselves, “Is this our Frank?” The angelic voice seemed to be directing his art away from the groovy, hip-hop timbre of the first album, toward a more cathartic R&B tonality. Three days later, what seemed to be a sonic transformation proved to be only an addition to Ocean’s skill set, when a second album broke through the surface. Blond was released on an independent label and is anything but a carbon copy of Endless. Stylistically, it’s more similar to Frank’s flair on Channel Orange, which brought him into the spotlight.

Blond’s first song, “Nikes,” begins with an organ-like synth and Ocean’s voice comes in a few octaves higher than normal. For me, the “little” voice appears as Ocean’s conscience and it wanders from heavier content, like police brutality and materialism, to more whimsical lines about little mermaids by the pool and b***** wanting Nike. The stream of consciousness is a more fluid approach that almost says, “These are my thoughts, but it’s just me.” Ocean does this to recognize himself as part of the movement, but reinforces his role as a storyteller who starts conversation. In times like today, being queer, Afro-American, and in the spotlight is difficult because people look to you to be the leader. Instead, Ocean chooses to provide his thoughts, but doesn’t lay them down as the law. The song tells the story of glittery fame, juxtaposing the realities behind that fame with an obvious distaste for materialism in our modern world. Three minutes into the song, the register drops and Ocean begins addressing the audience. The message remains similar, preaching to live in the moment (“living so that last night feels like a past life”) but tends toward personal experience as opposed to a comment on our world. Lyrics in the bridge lament having something special with someone that isn’t love, or what they have with someone else, but still is something meaningful, setting the tone for the next song and the content of the album as a whole.

“Ivy” chronicles “the start of nothing new” with an old lover and the problems that arise due to confusion of emotions and changes that happen with time spent away from that person. The manifestation of confusing emotions, as the feeling deep down is “still good,” but “it’s not the same,” is a motif carried throughout the album. There are a lot of songs out there about breakups and new love, but on this album, Frank does a marvelous job of telling the stories behind those imperfect, undefined relationships: the ones that aren’t right out of a fairytale. When I started this review, I asked many of my friends what their favorite songs on the album were, and I was confused when each person came at me with a different song. Usually, there is some sort of consensus, or a song that comes up a few times (probably the banger off of the album), but pretty much every song on the album got a shout out from my pals. This is most likely because each song talks about a very specific sort of relationship or situation, rather than finding a unique way to talk about the same cliché set of love stories. Channel Orange had a similar approach to discussing love, which is partially why I thought it was such innovative songwriting. This quality also contributes to the album’s ability to grow on you, because the complexity of the lyrics and the situations discussed takes a few listens to fully capture. There also may be a situation described that is too specific for someone to relate to currently, but they can come back to it in a year with greater sympathy. The reverb on the guitars is reminiscent of a slow-moving, California beach rock love song. By the end of the track, Ocean’s voice has been transformed via production to an aggressive, pseudo-robotic cry, as the anger and frustration in the lyrics grows. Then, cut music and just the echo of the last word, “dreaming,” resonates in the space left by the instruments. This is killer, as it generates the feeling of trying to grasp something that can really only be a dream, being left emptyhanded instead and the frustration that comes along with that.

“Pink + White” follows this song, setting the pace for the ebb and flow of the album. The triplet feel in the base line with the minimalistic piano counterpart creates a groove similar to that set by older songs like “Sweet Life,” which makes sense because both songs were produced by Pharrell. I am mentally taken to lazy walks that I like to take when the sun is setting in summertime because everything is brilliantly-colored and sits still for a moment before the craziness of the evening picks up. Frank paints a picture of the rosy haze surrounding experiencing a new kind of love, wherein instead of walking grounded, you waltz (¾ time) through the clouds. This is definitely one of those songs you should play for your s.o. when you’re lounging around in bed, with the shimmers of light coming through the shades of your window. The cloudscape is completed with the glittering voice of Beyoncé, the sunshine, who is also included on backing vocals.

Following, “Pink + White” is a female voice sample whose monologue sharply contrasts the lazy summer vibe of the previous track, warning whomever she is addressing to not use drugs and alcohol. Repetitively, the voice tells her audience to be themselves and continues preaching regarding typical temptations of a young adult. By the end of it, I was definitely thinking about my mom, and my feelings were validated when the voice signs off, “This is mom, Call me.” Ryan Ocean, Frank’s brother, later confirmed on Twitter that the sample was Auntie Rosie, who was also featured on the song “Not Just Money” from Channel Orange. A good family friend, the recording is an actual voicemail that one of Ocean’s friends received. The sample balances the copious drug references used in other songs and seamlessly introduces “Solo,” the next song. The primary instrument in “Solo” is an organ synth, thus the succession of tracks mimics a sermon followed by the church music, but of course, the lyrical content is far from the typical church experience. The track talks about being alone, getting high, and essentially coping with loneliness. Instead of the strong psalm of solitude one might expect from the title, Ocean’s melancholy melodies soar over the organ in a ballad, discussing the little things that are okay when you are alone; the heaven that exists within the hell that is separation.

“Skyline To” follows the night of ridin’ “Solo” with a story of summer love. Homoerotic musings brush the audience in Biblical references like, “Makin’ sweet love, takin’ time, ‘til god strikes us,” which I love. I love that he slips in his sexuality in such a normalized fashion, with pride, but just going on with his day-to-day life. This is how it should be. The song rolls through a druggy haze with a psychedelic synth accompaniment. Kendrick Lamar lends his vocals and none other than Tyler the Creator is the producer – guess it’s OFWGKTA for the win. The end result, tonally, is of a similar leaf to “Pink + White” with images of sun slipping through the window, turning into beams of moonlight. Finally, the mention of what no one wants to think about: the end of summer. Somehow, I don’t care that he made me think about starting school, though, because the melody and lyricism in this song slay me.

The whimsical voice of Frank’s conscience returns for the hook of “Self-Control” as he recalls a pool-side conversation, questioning whether he and the person he’s with and he can “make it shine.” The hook lets way to an acoustic guitar and Ocean croons, spilling his heart out over a past lover. This song digs into the stereotypical situation that starts over lust, but the flame within one of the people dies, causing disproportionate interest and eventually an end. Swedish rapper Yung Lean is featured on the chorus with Austin Feinstein of Slow Hollows, saying, “Keep a place for me, for me I’ll sleep between y'all, it’s nothing, It’s nothing, it’s nothing.” The repetition of “It’s nothing” mimics the repression of the other thoughts in one’s head; trying to play it cool. This lyric also pays a small amount of homage to Prince’s lyric “…I didn’t care…when he was there, sleeping in between the two of us” from “When U Were Mine,” which Frank covered on his last tour. The perspective is different because Prince talks about the person coming between he and his lover, whereas Frank wishes to be the one coming between his significant other and the person with whom they’re sleeping.

After pouring his heart out, Frank recounts a blind date he had in New York city, set up by one of his mutual friends, on the track “Good Guy.” This mini-track is cut from the same emotional cloth as “Self-Control;” Ocean ripples from emotionless hookup to emotionless hookup. It’s nice to know that even superstars have problems with finding someone who wants something real. Then, at the end of the song, there is a clip of two men in a car, talking about girls wrecking their hearts, but it cuts midline to my new cruisin’ anthem, “Nights.” It’s as if the Frank, whose feelings weren’t returned, hits that “snap out of it” wall, vibin’ onto a more up-tempo track.

Although “Nights” dissertates the hustle, it also references other parts of Ocean’s “everyday shit,” including the people he’s seeing on the side of his work. He reminisces on days where he had less money and worked night shifts. Manifested is the feeling of wanting to have someone there to come home to, but also being married to the grind and not being able to keep up something more serious. The cyclical thoughts build to waterfalls of notes echoing into a phone ringing, then silence. This felt like when I lie in bed at night and thoughts bounce around until finally I go to sleep, but in a tempo change that screams Frank Ocean. The change signals the entry into dreamland: deep bass kicks in and the mix feels like bubbles of rolling piano chords, slowly finding their way to the surface – perfect for a final verse about memories deeper in Ocean’s past. The hook returns over the same production, cessation echoing into a “Solo Reprise” by André 3000.

The halfway point in the album coincides with the tempo change so it makes sense that the reprise comes after, returning to themes from the beginning of the album. André’s rapid flow blew my mind the first time I heard the track, accompanied by just piano for most of the song. He bemoans police brutality and materialism, touching on his unhappiness with the music industry, asking at the end, “Was I working just way too hard?” Cut immediately to “Pretty Sweet,” which has an intro that’s anything but sweet. More of an auricular experiment, what starts as complete chaos and dissonance within the synth chords turns into less dissonant guitar, but there remains a lack of structure. Ocean’s flow is at times melodic, but the phrasing of the verse is syncopated and some lines remain unfinished. A chorus of children at the end turn the sonic trip into a shimmer of major chords, sunshine, and happiness: disharmony resolved.

The next voice on the album has much too thick of a French accent to be Frank Ocean, and that’s because it’s French DJ and producer SebastiAn. He actually “programmed” several of the tracks on Endless, including one of my favorites, “Rushes.” He spoke about Frank recording the story when they were just hanging out in an interview with Pitchfork, confirming the skit to be a true story. “Facebook Story” echoes previous mentions of technology bending what people consider to be reality, making them “crazy.” After all, the relationship ended when the DJ wouldn’t immediately accept an official request on Facebook when he was with the friend. A similar message rests in the lyrics of Wolfgang Tillman’s track, “Device Control,” that premiered at the beginning and end of the visual album: people are unable to live their reality without their technology intertwined.

Next is a cover of what originally was “(They Long To Be) Close to You” by The Carpenters. It truly sounds more similar to a live Talkbox cover of the Carpenters song done by Stevie Wonder due to the production of Ocean’s voice. A talkbox is one of the original tools used by musicians for vocal modification, so covering a cover, adding even more technology and production, is playing even further into the picture of virtual reality that Ocean continues to paint. It is a nice compliment to the last skit, as Ocean sings of longing to be close to an anonymous lover in this lyric collage cover.

Remember a year ago when A-Trak hinted that in a few weeks we would hear a song called “White Ferrari” that would be the best thing we would hear that year? Then how it really stunk when it didn’t come? Well, ladies and gents, here it is, THE “White Ferrari,” track 14 on the album. Lennon/McCartney are credited on this track for a similarity in lyrics to the song “Here, There, and Everywhere.” The tone is nostalgic, the content being an old relationship and the purity of the love he found. The melody stands strong in front of major synth chords that eventually change to guitar while still remaining predominantly low texture. The last lines of the outro are sung by James Blake until breaking through to the clarity of “Siegfried.”

“Seigfried” is obviously a break-up song, but it dives into the world of Ocean’s other life experiences and musings on the nature of his mind. He pays homage to Elliott Smith’s haunting song regarding substance abuse, “A Fond Farewell,” in saying a “fond farewell to a friend,” and through the lo-fi quality of the guitars. The repeated references to bravery make me think that the title refers to the warrior Siegfried (slightly different spelling) of Norse mythology who often symbolizes bravery, and his story ends in the perfect fairytale with a princess. Ocean believes that the suburban, settled life is not for him and that he’s not brave. Additionally, the warrior could be representative of Ocean’s ex-boyfriend, Willy Cartier, who looks similar to depictions of Siegfried with long, flowing locks and a “speckled face” that Ocean mentions in the first verse. There is also the possibility of the title instead referencing Siegfried Sassoon, a British poet and soldier, who is actually more similar to Ocean in his bisexual experiences. Sassoon also had a romance with Wilfred Owen, who fell madly in love with him, but the love was not returned. The conclusion of thought is that Frank Ocean would do anything for whomever he’s talking to, in a desperate final cry for the lost relationship.

“Godspeed” has a fitting ecclesiastic organ accompaniment and Kim Burrell, who many consider to be one of the greatest gospel singers of all time, sings the outro. The song matches titles with a story that Frank wrote in the Boys Don’t Cry magazine, and I think that the following quote he shared with fans speaks for itself:

It’s basically a reimagined part of my boyhood. Boys do cry, but I don’t think I shed a tear for a good chunk of my teenage years. It’s surprisingly my favorite part of life so far. Surprising, to me, because the current phase is what I was asking the cosmos for when I was a kid. Maybe that part had its rough stretches too, but in my rearview mirror it’s getting small enough to convince myself it was all good. And really though… It’s still all good.”

He shared this as a note, reminiscing about the making of the album in two Tumblr posts that you can read here. The note containing the quote is shared in the form of a collage with an image of a gold BMW. “Futuara Free,” the final song on the album, has a title reference to Stanely Kubrick’s favorite typeface and is divided into two parts by a silent interlude. If you thought there was a problem with the audio, you better go back and listen again. The beautiful melody recounts all of Ocean’s accomplishments and from where he came. The verse moves in a stream of consciousness, free-falling through pop culture references and lamenting the stress that comes with being famous. The second part, post silence, is a clip of an interview with Illegal Civilization, a skater gang that hangs with Odd Future in LA. The interview was conducted by Ryan Breaux, Ocean’s brother, years ago and includes silly interview questions, lots of background noise and interview clips with Mikey Alfred, Sage Elsesser and Na-kel Smith. The video ends the album, fading into a lighthearted rosy haze, in the hands of the youth. It also works well with the large amounts of sampling and collaboration that Ocean uses on the album, truly showcasing that an artist pulls influence from everywhere.

Overall, it was worth the wait. Each track stands as artwork and they are sewn together with the motion of the Ocean, into a masterpiece.

-Erin Jones

Strong Style Strong

Not a request, but just something that had been floating around in my head for a few days.

PETE DUNNE X READER + FRIENDSHIP WITH TRENT SEVEN AND TYLER BATE.

You’re best friends with British Strong Style (Trent Seven, Tyler Bates, and Pete Dunne). You met on the UK independent scene years ago, you all had similar in-ring styles, you were even known as the Bitch of Strong Style (which you secretly loved) and now the four of you are now signed to NXT. The only downside? You now have to work for your father, William Regal. Things get a little difficult between you and your father and you’re surprised by which of your friends sticks up for you… and why.


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Title: Lean on me.                                                                                     Genre: Romance, Friendship, Smut, Betrayal, Comfort                           Pairing: Choi Seunghyun x Reader x ( Kwon Jiyong )

part one

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