if asked about it in the future, hotch would say this was all her doing. she cherry-picked through hundreds of listings specifically for the house with a bathtub in the bedroom for this very reason right here— this very act ... of him and his hands, one wrapped from backside to front side around her hip simultaneously holding her down against the bed and keeping himself upright and the other cocooned around the back of her neck for their faces to be inches apart. his lips seek needy kisses against her own. hot breath glistening across sweat slicked skin as he buries himself deeper and deeper inside of her with each thrust. if her intention had merely been to have a bath, he thought the exchange of multiple orgasms to be at least a fair trade. no doubt they would then relax until the sun was sitting high in the sky the following day. but she'd sauntered her way in, the steam from the hot water rose, and hotch had discarded his book in place of her body. and he had ... started with his hands. one finger, two fingers, his thumb working in tight little circles against her ball of her nerves before he slunk down her body to replace that with his tongue so he could look up as she hurdled over the cliff of bliss again and again. until his knees pressed into the bed and he slipped inside her warm, wet walls. slow and steady in the aftermath of her climax, but his pace has picked up again; a newfound rhythm, and he knows her body all too well. "you're close again," he breathes into the kiss, breath mixing with hers. nose nuzzled into @fatayle's. even his words have the hint of a grin he wears embracing them as they leave his lips. he can tell by the wall she wraps around him. the particular way her hips roll beneath his body. each time their bodies meet, he curls his hips up and into her, and grunts huskily from somewhere deep in his body only she has ever managed to bring out of him. "that's my girl ... "
Could you just write interpretations for every All Time Low song ever?? I really enjoy reading these, but if not Outlines would be cool
Oh my gosh, this honestly made me so so happy and I’m soooo sorry for how long this took! I’m glad that you’re enjoying these because I enjoy writing them! I’m actually not that far off of just making one for every song haha, as long as you guys keep sending them in and not getting angry at me for taking such a long time. ANYWAY! Let’s get under the cut shall we?
Not gonna lie, this was a challenge. But once I got this one lyric (with the help of my sister because I suck) and dude, it was like I was reborn, it was like a puzzle that finally all came together. I freaking love Alex’s writing so much.
“I’m half remembered, half way across the world, twice removed from a second home. The shadow of a ghost in an old haunt with a lease on life, ‘cause I can’t afford to own.” So this person had left their home, a place where they became someone that its people knew and streets echoed with their old footsteps, to see more, to do more and to become more. Now, they’ve returned to find that they have outgrown their piece in the puzzle. The people that knew them don’t anymore, they only remember the person that they use to be. They no longer feel at home here because they have changed so much.
“When being young starts getting old, a new place saves face or so I’m told. Be the new kid on an old block, a chalk outline on a playground blacktop.” It’s easier for them to be in new places because it’s easier to leave behind or forget their reputation and create a different version of themselves. But they don’t stay in these places long enough from them to have any kind of hold onto who they really are, it only gets the outline and they only get a scratch at the surface of the town, so it just adds to the feeling of having no real home. They’re old one welcomed back someone that isn’t them and they keep having to recreate themselves with each new place they go to. It’s like a cycle.
“I’m just a moment, so don’t let me pass you by. We could be a story in the morning, but we’ll be a legend tonight.” I like to look at this like they’re speaking to each place they visit. They’re just a person passing through, looking past streets and corners that people built themselves on; They use to have that and they’re explaining how quickly you can lose that connection to something. You can feel unforgettable tonight, but in the morning, you’re just another story. They want to be bigger than that.
“Cause you and I, we’re alive. But just for a moment.” This is pretty small, but I wanted to point it out individually. All of us, our stories and our lives, really are just single moments. We’re only alive for a moment.
“I’m twice the man that I thought I was yesterday. Half the time, I’m a world away. A flicker of a soul casting silhouettes on the face of a town that could not get me to stay.” With these new experiences, they’re becoming a new person. They still feel that attachment to their old home (home at this point being more than just a ‘place’ but being comfortable with who they are) because that part of them is still there. They’re still carrying that person that they were before they left, and they still feel that flicker of how they were, it’s just not all of what makes them themselves now. They’re finding that crucial moments in their life currently are being made miles and miles away from where they started out and it’s a weird thought when they focus on it.
“And when the spark’s gone, former lovers just looking for a bus to throw me under.” With change comes those people that couldn’t handle it. The spark isn’t gone, just different now, but these people don’t want to see it that way. They prefer to remain the same and stay where they’re at in life and to see this old piece to their puzzle not conforming to that, they freak out. They’re probably feeling threatened because they don’t have control over it and so lash out, saying stuff like, “You’ve changed too much, I don’t even know who you are anymore.” This contributes to the theme that our narrator (Alex or someone) is feeling out of place in their old home, but they don’t let it get to them because they won’t to continue to grow and not become stuck and bitter like these people. (My sister’s interpretation is that, with the growing fame of All Time Low, the people they thought they were close with are now throwing them under the bus or using them for money. This is where loyalty comes to be tested.)
What I put together today is why Outlines is called Outlines. It’s about this person that finally got the opportunity to go off and see the world and to see what’s outside the bubble that they’ve been in all their life. Being in one place their whole life, however, means that they created a piece that they fit in. Being away then coming back showed them just how much they could be, now feeling like they’ve outgrown their old spot, but knowing that they aren’t big enough to fit anywhere else. Now, they’re going place to place, only showing the outline of who they are and only getting an outline back. There’s really no such thing as a new place, everywhere you go there’s millions upon millions of stories, and they just didn’t have the time or the pull to stay long enough, therefore, becoming only a moment passing through, trying their hardest to broaden their own legend that won’t be tied down to a single example of who they are.
Because they might not be that person in the morning.
