bring the bass back

my love, your love, your time machine.

[thestargazerlily]

── lilly

YOU SEEM PRETTY ANGRY FOR A GIRL SO FULL OF HOPE.

20s. she/her. stuck in a time loop (again). germany. of sunsets and earrings and unmade beds. something different bloomed, writing in my room. at the beach, in every life, through every door.

[🪩] my web weavings [🐛] my edits [🍀] my writing ⋆ ao3 [🎧] music recs ⋆ my spotify [📖] fable ⋆ reado [🩷] fav books/movies/shows/albums of... 2025

[userchappell]

I’m in the hallway waitin’ for ya Mini skirt and my go-go boots I just want you to make a move So slow down, sit down, it’s new

RED WINE SUPERNOVA (MAGICIAN’S CUT) Chappell Roan | June 15, 2023

[carlytayjepsen]

what if this isn't what I want? Girl So In Love songs as movie ephemera✨

[buggyhuman]

I love how the German people all come together against our common enemy: Friedrich Merz

[stickwithme1]

@kingdonmicrofic day 7: karaoke. 498/420

When Emma invites Mel to her 26th birthday party, Mel feels absolutely floored.

Even if she truly got along well with Emma (they spoke about books and music or their apparent shared loved for craft fairs and little crochet animals), after working at the Pitt for over a year, she’d sworn to herself that even if she got along well with her co-workers, she wouldn’t convince herself that they were friends, it was easier to avoid heartache.

But Mel knew that since Emma moved from Michigan, the new nurse struggled to make friends outside of work with their hours, so she made the effort to go.

Only to be completely stunned when she found herself in a private karaoke room with a few other nurses from work and a hoard of strange young adults hyping up the current singer.

Completely in over her head, Mel stands in the corner, holding a gift in her hands,feeling awkward until she spots Emma in a short silvery dress. In that moment, she sees Mel and her expression widens as she attempts to run over to her.

“You’re here!” Emma slurs and hugs Mel tightly, catching her by surprise. They’d never hugged before.

“I brought you something.” Mel smiles when she pulls away and lifts the small gift bag. “Happy birthday.”

“Oh, thank you! You shouldn’t have!” Emma says and immediately pulls out her gift, aww-ing when she sees the little crochet platypus, quickly hugging Mel again.

Emma is a fountain of excitement and joy, inviting Mel to put a song in the queue and to join in with everyone else, as she walks away and goes to show off her new present.

Mel smiles, awkward. Uncertain of what to do, she keeps watching Emma who goes to Donnie and shows off the platypus she’d received. Mel is stuck looking, as Donnie smiles tenderly at Emma, one of his hands brushing over her hair, and something tugs in the back of Mel’s mind like a memory.

“Here I thought I was hot shit because I got her a bottle of wine.” A voice comes from behind her.

Seeming to have just arrived, Frank stands with said bottle in a gift bag in his hands, smiling towards Mel as she beams back and she hugs him quickly.

“Why didn’t you mention you were coming? We could’ve come together.”

“Emma just told me today, pretty she wanted me to be here for you.” Frank says, levelling his eyes to her own.

“I’m sure that’s not true. Why would she do that?”

“Because she knows that any party doesn’t start until Mel King walks in.”

Mel laughs that off, knowing how untrue it is. But the look in Frank’s eyes makes her stop laughing very quickly, as her eyes trail down to the smirk on his lips. Quickly, before she can escape he wraps an arm around her shoulders and starts bringing her into the room.

“Come on, King. Let’s find you a Meg song.”

[thestargazerlily]

@kingdonmicrofic day 8: midnight ✴︎ 323/323 words

It's midnight, and the hospital had a power outage. The light over the payphone down the ambulance bay flickers red.

Frank leans against the glass wall, the scratched phone pressed to his ear, dialing her number. The ten digits are tattooed on his brain.

"This is Melissa King, hello?"

"Mel, it's me."

"Frank? Did you get a new number?"

"No, uh. Payphone. The power went out and my phone's dead because I let some kid watch videos before their surgery…" He rubs a hand over his face and calms down from hearing her voice. "How are you? You told me to text but I… yeah, how did it go?"

"Oh. Good, yeah. Adam's parents are really nice." The last word ends in a yawn.

"Shit, sorry, did I wake you?"

"What? No. I've, uh, been binge-watching Love Island and eating ice cream like a normal person with a normal sleep schedule."

"Sounds like a great evening to me." He laughs and slides another coin into the slit. Next to it, somebody wrote the words 'Tell her you love her' in permanent marker.

"Did you say payphone earlier? Are those still running?"

"Yeah, apparently so. Or they just forgot about this one."

"More like it." He can hear her smile.

Tell her you love her.

He was waiting for a sign to ask her out.

"Hey, uhm, do you wanna get breakfast, maybe?" He drives a hand through his hair. "Tomorrow? Or today, I guess."

The line is quiet for a moment, and Frank throws in another coin, like a penny in a good luck fountain.

"With pancakes and all?"

"Pancakes and French Toast and hotcakes… Whatever you want."

"Then, yes. Of course. I'd love to."

"Good, great!" Quietly cheering, he punches the air. "I'll pick you up then."

"Yeah. Okay. I don't wanna keep you from work, so…"

"I'll try to charge my phone! I'll see you later. Night, Mel."

"Good night, Frank."

[alysonafterdark]

Day 8-Midnight | Exact WC 323 | ao3 | @kingdonmicrofic

10:24 PM

Frank stepped through the doors, his eyes scanning the crowd of unfamiliar faces for the one that forced him to come.

“I’ll go if you go,” Mel had told him at the nurses station after Princess invited them.

Maybe forced was an exaggeration.

He sighed when his eyes landed on her.

“Mel,” he said, placing his hand on her shoulder. She startled slightly, turning towards him with wide eyes that quickly softened.

“Frank,” she mused, pulling one of her airpods out.

10:47 PM

“Do you want another?” Frank asked over the sound of Trinity cheering on Dennis’s shotgun.

If that's what you want to call whatever that was.

“Yes please,” she hummed, “thank you.”

11:28 PM

“So, Melodious,” Trinity yelled over the music, “who’s gonna be your new years kiss?”

Mel bent over as she coughed aggressively, trying to clear her lungs of the bubbling soda.

11:45 PM

“You okay, Mel?” Frank asked, placing his hand on the small of her back as her hands twisted tightly in front of her. She leaned into it, warm even through the thick wool of her sweater.

“Yeah,” she choked, her throat tight.

Frank looked at her like he could see right through her.

11:55 PM

The bar had grown increasingly loud, and excruciatingly packed.

“Let’s get some air,” Frank ducked his head down to whisper in her ear.

She just nodded, taking the hand that he offered.

Frank’s head swarmed with the conversation they’d had a few days ago. About how Mel had never had a truly meaningful New Years kiss.

11:59 PM

Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. He reached down and grabbed her hand once more, intertwining their fingers.

She looked at him, the sound of the crowded bar counting down streaming through the open doors.

“3…”

“Frank?”

“2…”

“Yeah?”

“1…”

“Kiss me?”

“Happy New Year!”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

[kingdonspirits]

@kingdonmicrofic • Day 8: Midnight • 323/323 • Rated: E

CW: implied eating disorder, infidelity

inspired by this ask :)

•••

At 11:36pm, with a crinkly take-out bag in tow, Frank knocked on Mel's door. She swung it open in her pyjamas, freshly risen from her bed.

He headed for the kitchen. “You haven't eaten; I can tell. What did we say about dinner, Mel?”

“That I should eat it regularly.” Mel frowned but he was already searching for plates for the shawarma. “Frank, you don't have to do that. Especially today.”

"Not letting you sleep on an empty stomach.”

“I’ll eat a big breakfast.”

“It’s impossible to get you to eat a little breakfast.”

"I’ll be fine.” Still, Mel insisted on the other thing. “And you should be with your family—”

“— I am.”

He heard her plop on her couch, humming disapprovingly. “Your real family.”

Frank ditched the food to follow her. Their agreement, though temporary, was hard on her.

But her hands stopped wringing once he put his over them, her bottom lip stopped quivering once he put it between his, her body forgot the guilt once he pulled it atop his.

By 11:49, their clothes landed around her living room except his white shirt (a gift he received from his kids earlier that day). He took it off his body and put it on Mel's bare one, letting it engulf her.

And within minutes, her hips rocked in his lap as his cock drilled deeper. Mel groaned when Frank’s mouth enveloped her stiff nipple over the fabric of his new shirt. He was always too eager to ruin a new thing by running his tongue all over it. This gift was different though. Frank moved to the other nipple, and over the text on the “World’s Best Dad” shirt, he sucked hard enough to make Mel squeal.

Seconds before the clock struck midnight on Father’s Day, the pleasure rippled through Mel's body. Frank muttered in her ear, low and gruff: “I promise you're the only family I need, sweetheart.”

[nenedotjpg]

thinking of you

[craftclass]

@kingdonmicrofic july 8, midnight (wc: 496/323) cw: infidelity, freak4freak behavior explicit

He only calls after midnight.

The first time, she thinks it’s a mistake. She says Hello? twice and then Dr. Langdon? once and when he doesn’t respond, she hangs up. She mentions it at work the next day, and he isn’t looking her in the eyes when he says “Huh,” and changes the subject. 

The second time, she only says hello once, and then waits with the phone pressed hard to her ear. There’s nothing - then a deep, quiet inhale. She thinks she would have known it was him even without the caller ID. She can visualize him: his drawn-out breaths, his mouth hanging open, probably laying in bed with his back to his wife. 

She doesn’t know why he does this, and she doesn’t ask. Now, when he calls, she says nothing at all. 

It’s mostly breathing. But sometimes - sometimes, he makes little sounds. Tonight, he startles her: she thinks he’s crying. It’s a shallow whimper, something desperate sounding. But then, right as she’s about to ask if he’s okay, he makes a low-pitched, filthy moaning sound. 

It’s suddenly, marvelously clear: he’s touching himself. 

“Oh!” Mel squeaks, surprised. 

“Ah - ah, fuck,” he whines. 

She can really hear him now. For the first time, Mel can hear the wet pumping sound of his hand on his cock. His groans crackle down the line, into her ear, through her entire body. She wonders if he’s done this every time that he’s called, and if he has, why he’s being so much louder about it now.

She presses her thighs together and squeezes her eyes shut. They won’t ever talk about this - they never do. So she slips a hand under the waistband of her sleep shorts. 

She has two fingers on her clit for maybe five seconds before she’s mewling. He’s grunting in her ear and she’s rubbing circles, her hips rolling, her fingertips getting wetter. Maybe he can hear it, the slick sound of her teasing. 

He’s never spoken aloud on one of these calls before, but he’s full of words now: “Oh, yeah, God, Mel, fuck, fuck, fuck.” 

She doesn’t know if he’s in bed with his sleeping wife, or if he’s cooped up in his bathroom, or if he went out to sit in his car. She doesn’t care. Right now, he’s with her. 

“Are you - can you - I’m gonna come, baby, I’m gonna come,” he says, his voice hoarse. He lets out one loud gasp, and then goes silent. Or maybe Mel just can’t hear him for the way she cries out, the way her head goes fuzzy and her whole body trembles. 

By the time she stops shaking, he’s hung up. 

In the light of day, Mel thinks that maybe she imagined the entire thing. Then they’re weighing their options on a treatment plan and she says, “It’s your call,” and he startles. 

When he calls her later, she’s already got one hand under the covers and the other on her phone.

[sentrysvoid]

Paramore Decode | 2008

[moonriase]

@thepittmonth: Week 2  relationships, friendships, and dynamics

(some of) my favorite dynamics...but i predictably gave them ridiculous nicknames that could double as band names

[mermaidrobby]

[redbelles]

"I remember, growin' up, at night, my dad would sit in the kitchen with all the lights out, and he'd wait for me to come in. And he'd sit there and drink, and I'd stand in the driveway and I'd look in through the screen door and I could see the light of the cigarette, and then I'd rush up on the porch and try to get by him, and he'd always call me back. And it was like he was always... always angry. Always mad. He'd be sittin' there thinkin' about everything that he wasn't ever gonna have, until... until he'd get me thinkin' like that too. And I'd lay up in my bed, at night, I'd be starin' at the ceiling, and I'd feel like if somethin' didn't happen, if somethin' didn't happen soon, it felt like I was just gonna... like someday, like I was just gonna..."

I'M ON FIRE Bruce Springsteen ★ Paris, 1985

[pghumfort]

In S3, Langdon says he has somewhere to go after work, and either Ellis or Santos ask “Where? The ‘Most Divorced Man in Pittsburgh’ contest?” while pointing at his beard.

[mermaidrobby]

[mjpens]

Some samira mohan angst