ehehe ship playlists i made because my brain is ROTTING 💜
i never get serious on this blog but i am being dead serious when i say this i am going to SCREAM they are killing me and i am loving every second of it.... im so happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
these are being updated frequently and are works in progress
last time i did this a few people requested a youtube version. under the cut theres the playlist images and a converter, but it does require a spotify account. if u do use it make sure to double check if all the songs are right. sometimes it adds covers or remixes by mistake
BOO! a job application!!! did i scare you?? i scared myself. oooohhhahhahe hiiii gay, peoplfm ssfmdfsd eheheuheh
wlw and mlm solidarity....... im gonna chew on them all omfg guhggughgmhmhm dfghmh gmghn mhakhm mhgmkmh. anyways i digress danganronpa playlist and mother mother is always at the scene of the crime but this time its relevant i promise please please please ple
blackrose apology fluffiness with hurt feelings for day 1 of blackrose week! @perfectclouds-week-blackrose
a/n: song fic?? in 2025?? you bet! get ready for cringe and sadness. (there’ll be more of that for the hurt/comfort day too don’t u worry ;3 ) also happy birthday to my best friend in the whole wide world my day one my og. hope you enjoy this one and all the others i write for this week!!
in the rearview mirror, i saw the setting sun on your neck
Ocean had gotten her license a few years back. She liked driving, it made her feel… grown-up. And more than that, she liked driving Constance around. Connie hated driving, it scared her so badly she would freeze up just trying to back out of the driveway. So, while her parents worked with her on that, she often caught rides with Ocean.
and felt the taste of you bubble up inside me
She didn’t tell her how much she appreciated Ocean picking her up, but she hoped it was implied with all of the goodies she brought her (baked goods, sweet scented air fresheners, expensive mechanical pencils Ocean would never buy for herself, et cetera). Little did she know, Ocean liked spending time with her just as much as Connie did.
but with everybody watching us, our every move, we do have reputations.
As Ocean’s campaign for student council president (and her secret dreams to hold real life political office) got more fierce, though, a lot changed. She spent less time with Connie, namely. It wasn’t as if she was spending less time with all of her friends, just Constance. It hurt. Had she done something wrong? Was she too busy for Connie, specifically?
Or was it that she had finally gotten tired of her?
Constance was completely unaware that it had nothing to do with her. In fact, it was digging into Ocean’s conscience at all times, like a rock stuck in her shoe.
we keep it secret, won’t let them have it.
What would people think? It’s bad enough they’re so close, but if it came out that she had feelings for her… for another girl…
What would that do to her campaign? her reputation? her life?
It had to stay under wraps.
On her way to math one day, after not talking to Constance for almost two weeks, she approached her wordlessly. She handed her a note on a cupcake shaped sticky note.
“My house. Today. 5pm.”
After school her heart was doing somersaults. What could this be about? Did she want to break it off forever? She knew she had done something— so many things— wrong, but couldn’t Constance forgive her?
She texted her parents to let them know she would be home late. Her feet took her the way through the tall grass that she had walked down a thousand times since 6th grade and skipped down a hundred thousand times before that. Her body remembered the depth of the stairs, and how the third one had the divot in the side that would trip her up if she was wearing her uniform shoes. She knew this house like the back of her hand.
She wish she could still say the same about the girl who lives in it.
The door was unlocked, Ocean realized, as she almost let herself in. Muscle memory. She decided against it, and knocked. Constance came to the door almost immediately.
“Come in.”
so come inside and be with me, alone with me, alone with me, alone.
She wasted no time bringing Ocean up to her room, with the purple walls and the plush white bedsheets. Ocean sat carefully on the edge of her bed, like she was afraid it would break open and swallow her whole. She kind of wished it would.
“Ocean. I miss you. And I want to-” Constance said solemnly, a tinge of anger in her voice.”
“Connie I m-“ Ocean sputtered out.
“No. I am not finished talking. Do not interrupt me”, Constance insisted. Ocean gulped and pressed her lips together.
“I miss you. And I hate that I miss you, because you’ve been such a… you’ve been such a jerk, Ocean. What happened? We used to be so, so good together. Now you dodge me in the hallways, and ignore my texts, and you only come to choir when I say I won’t be there. What gives, Oc? I like you, a lot- I *love* you, but… I can’t love you from a distance like this anymore.”
Silence.
“Connie.” Ocean’s voice cracks. She’s crying. Constance hasn’t seen her cry since 6th grade. She puts her hands on the sleeves of Constance’s sweater and grips onto them. “Connie. I love you too. And not just as a friend. I… I *really* like you. And I don’t know what to do because if that gets out, what will people think??” She’s talking a mile a minute. “St. Cassian’s has never even had a GSA, let alone a gay student council president!! It would completely ruin my chances of winning, and probably ruin my chances of getting into college, and-“
“Ocean!!” Constance laughs. She’s crying too. “You’re getting so carried away.” She smiles, salty tears lingering on her lips. “It’s just like you. To get like that. I missed it. I missed… I missed you.”
“Connie.. I missed you too. So much. I’m so sorry. It’s so hard trying to avoid you when all I want to do is see you.”
“Then stop avoiding me. I promise you that whatever happens, you can figure it out. *We* can figure it out. You can’t run as someone you’re not.”
“…you pinkie promise?” Ocean says in her smallest voice.
“I pinkie promise,” Constance whispers back, interlocking their fingers.
if you would let me give you pinkie promise kisses,
Constance leans in halfway to Ocean, and Ocean closes the gap. Their lips meet and Connie wraps her arms around the smaller girl.
then I wouldn’t have to scream your name atop of every roof in the city of my heart.
A week later, most is back to normal. There are still hurt feelings, but they are working together to heal them. And Ocean is on her way to Connie’s house to take her for a drive.
History 18 September: आज के दिन यूरी हमले में शहीद हुए थे 19 भारतीय सैनिक, पढ़ें 18 सितंबर का इतिहास
History 18 September: 18 सितंबर (Aaj ka itihas) वो काला दिन जब आतंकियों ने एक और कायराना हरकत को अंजाम दिया था. जम्मू कश्मीर के उरी सेक्टर में हमारे निहत्थे (uri attack) और सोते हुए भारतीय सेना के जवानों पर आतंकियों ने गोली बरसाई थीं. इस आतंकी हमले (Terrorist attacks) में कुल 19 जवान शहीद हुए थे. इस हमले के 10 दिन बाद 28 सितंबर को भारतीय सेना के जवानों ने मौत को मुट्ठी में लेकर इस हमले का बदला…
