Just a lil something I came up with using, MICO, (Toronto), song titles 💛
it's not very good, but I tried..I just tried to turn the songs into a storyline, don't come for me because of the Caps I just wanted to make the song titles stand out.
I went M.I.A but I came to my SENSES, I guess I was HOMESICK.
Didn't want to be THE ONE TO FALL for ANOTHER SOUL, but i know you didn't want to be WHAT YOUR NOT, I don't wanna end up on a BAD NOTE because you BRUISE(D) MY FACE.
And I see the TEARS IN YOUR EYES, but DON'T YOU CRY because I don't want you to be in love with SOMEONE YOU HATE.
Everything went DOWN since I met you, never gonna CUT MY HAIR again, MAYBE IM THE PROBLEM NOW because I say I'm BETTER but YOU PROVE ME WRONG.
Don't you LIE LIE LIE that you weren't a PARASITE because everything you did wanted to MAKE ME LEAVE. But now I take ONE BREATH IN because I DID TOO MUCH but I still didn't DESERVE THIS,DRY RELATIONSHIP
Now I sit in front of the TV because IDONTWANNAKNOWYOU! anyways. But I know you'll do fine WITHOUT ME because nothing about us didn't scream EVER AFTER .
We were just DRY because you LOVE HER MORE, so WHO DO YOU LOVE, now I'm having SECOND THOUGHTS about loving you in the first place. I hope you don't TREAT YOUR FRIENDS the way you treated me, so GlHF with your new girl because you both PEAKED in high school.
Guys i need to find aomeone who matches my freak, my friends share some interest with me but none of them are actually like into what I'm into and I feel like ughh because who am I supposed to rant to about Attack on Titan or Violet Evergarden, or epic the musical and stuff ahhh
It's important to me that people understand why EPIC getting a movie, specifically an animated movie, is such a big deal.
Animation is a dying art and any animated movie at all is great news. Especially in the age of fucking AI. We LOVE to see an animated movie with real artists that is genuinely a labour of love.
But for EPIC, specifically, this is so so important because the musical is a concept album. It's just songs. This means all the art for it, all the visuals we have, is made by the community. Yes, some of it was commissioned, but so much of it was made simply because the artists that made it wanted to, they chose to.
Hundreds of artists have made so so many animatics and animations for EPIC in their own styles for every song in the musical. This community is built on these artists who have done so much for the visual storytelling of the musical.
So for EPIC to be an animated movie, IS a big deal for a lot of people, including myself. I truly believe it's a perfect medium for this story. And I hope that the movie does it justice. But if not, I know that we have hundreds of artists here who already have.
ᯓ ✈︎ Im the Internets Hometown Hero, I just hope I'm on the right track ᯓ ✈︎
Rip IHTH era ima miss you but I'm so excited to see @micotoronto 's new era too!! This was so fun to do even if it took me forever but at least its done!
keith kogane x reader (voltron: legendary defender)
band au. keith doesn't know how you love him despite everything so he does the only thing he can think of: write a song.
vaguely inspired by mico's song "senses". pre-established relationship. overthinking with a happy ending.
Keith doesn't understand you. He doesn't understand the way your hair looks so effortlessly put together, or the glimmer in your eyes, or the crooked spark marring your smile. Keith doesn't understand how you play the drums like it's in your blood or how you write songs like the melodies live in your mind. But most of all, he doesn't understand how you love him.
He never did anything worthy of your love. He wasn't kind-hearted or good like you were, he's done nothing to deserve your love and you still stood by him.
He knew you'd come to your senses one day and leave him. You'd find somebody new, someone kind and loving like you, someone who played guitar and sang better than him and could write all the songs that would make you swoon.
He's never told you any of these doubts, in fear that if he voiced them, they would become true and you'd abandon him. He suspects you know though, those wayward glances you throw his way that are less loving, more worried, are clear indicators of the fact.
So naturally, he does the only thing he can think of to get these fears and worries and doubts out of his mind. He writes a song.
Keith has never been a songwriter. Out of everyone in the band, that was always your domain, maybe Pidge, if they were in a creative enough mood, or Lance if he wanted to make another dramatic proclamation of love to Allura, but mostly you.
He thought of asking you for helping before he even started. Right as he sat down with a breaking pen and worn-out notebook, he already had his phone in hand to text you. He paused mid-sentence, deleted, and instead responded to your morning "I love you!" text with an "I love you too".
Fast forward to later the same week, during band practice on a day when you were slightly late because of some unforeseen mishap (you'd already apologized a million times in the group chat and Keith made a silent promise to drive you to practice himself next time, even if practice was at his house like usual).
Lance, being Lance, was messing around with your drums despite Keith's protests. With a begrudging apology, Lance left your drums alone (and Keith rebalanced your drumsticks in just the spot you always liked) and turned to bothering Keith who was hunched in the corner over his notebook.
"Ooh, what's this?" Lance asked, peering over to look at the pages.
"None of your business!"
"Oh, I get it, I get it, you're writing a love song, gotcha," Lance teased.
"I'm not writing a love song!"
You'd walked in then, just in time. "Lance, stop bothering Keith."
Lance shrugged, winked at Keith, then walked off back to his keyboard.
"Hey," you whispered to Keith, making a gesture towards his notebook, but make no effort to look any closer. "You wanna talk about that? Whatever it is?"
"Maybe later."
You nodded and dropped the subject. Practice went smoothly, save for a few minor arguments about key changes, and ended just about a half-hour earlier than planned.
You left with Lance and Pidge, promising Keith you'd come back with coffee. You noticed, he realized, that he just needed a few moments alone.
Keith flipped through the pages in his notebook, past doodles and notes about schoolwork he's forgotten, until he finally landed on the song he'd just been writing.
The music came easy like the lyrics had, so effortlessly and evidently himself. He wondered how if this is what songwriting felt like to you, like magic flowing through your veins.
He muttered the song to himself, under his breath and barely louder than his guitar playing, until you knocked on the door and stepped in, and he stopped playing to focus on you.
You set his drink down (his usual order of coffee with just enough sugar to keep the bitterness from hurting but not enough to call it sweet) as he unplugged his guitar.
"Thanks."
"Of course." You smiled as you sat down beside him, leaning into his side as you sipped your own drink (chai, drenched in sugar, smothered in cream, dusted with cinnamon). "You okay?"
He nods, pressing a kiss into the crown of your hairline. He always loved how you managed to smell like comfort bottled in a jar, like the best combination of summer sunsets and rainy days.
"Are you sure? I heard that song you were playing."
He freezes. "That was nothing. Just something I was working on. Doesn't mean anything."
"Keith. Any song you write is going to mean something. That's how it works. We write to share a part of our soul."
You thread your fingers together and gently squeeze his hand. "I promise to never leave you. You are the best person I've ever had in my life and I'm going to be yours for forever. Okay?"
Keith cracks a smile. "How can you say stuff like that so easily?"
"Because anything involving you is easy for me."
He leans forward to drape his arms over you in a hug. "Thank you."
"Always."
"I love you," he murmurs.
You grin, bright and cheery. "I love you too."
Keith doesn't necessarily understand you. He doesn't understand how you're so understanding or why you chose him, or how you were practically perfect, but he doesn't need to. Keith knows you'll choose him, over and over again, and he'll choose you from now until infinity.
All he needed to do was come to his senses and realize that you'd already come to yours and still picked him.
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