bakerstreet | playlists.

[ ooc | info. willing to play both from her original belle époque setting and modernized. just let me know which you prefer. ]

comment je vais faire, hoshi ( x )
if my heart is made of glass / how to see through it, frankly / i don't know what i feel

emmène-moi, boulevard des airs ft. lej ( x )
i'm like a grain of sand / lost in the ocean / i've lost my schoolbag / i've lost my parents

life is like a boat, rie fu ( x )
far away, i'm breathing / as if i were invisible / i thought i was in darkness / but i was really only blindfolded

master piece, emi meyer ( x )
i saw my reflection / it had to be me / 'cause i imitate art / and it imitates me

Obokuri Eeumi / Obtain Our Bearings
In search of a new land, let's build a new house
By neatly gathering hay to thatch the roof.

August draws near, but I have nothing to wear.
I want to dress up; brother, lend me a sleeve.
I want to dress the children and those I love with the single kimono I own.

(Bonus images to make you cry: one, two.)

Cherry Blossom Love Song
With the blowing wind, the cherry blossoms falling on me resembled you.
How lonely this feels...
It hurt more than a wound from a cut
When I engraved you in my heart.

When the moonlight started to fade, you were sadly scattering as well...

(More bonus images to make you cry: one, two.)

Makoto's Watch

1. Never One Thing by May Erlewine
I'm the underbelly, I am the claw
Never one thing no, not one thing at all
I'm a street fighter, I'm a prayer for peace
I'm a holy roller, I'm a honey bee

2. Games People Play by The Alan Parsons Project
Games people play, you take it or you leave it
Things that they say just don't make it right
If I'm telling you the truth right now, do you believe it?
Games people play in the middle of the night

3. The Wondersmith and his Sons by Astronautalis
Father was a charming man
With much hidden up his sleeve
I wonder if this is what he planned
When he taught his tricks to me

ooc: for the unfamiliar, Jean is a character who was orphaned at a young age and was adopted by a priest of the god of thieves, who trained him (and several other orphans) as con men in a fantasy world. Jean's the bruiser of the group, but also the best at accounting and most well-read of the team.

[ ooc: Happy to make up AUs or discuss ideas before doing a starter. ]

1. Everything's Okay, by Lenka - (song)
Heaven knows I need a little hope for a better day
A little love to find a way through this heaviness I feel
I just need someone to say, everything's okay

2. Let It Go, from Frozen - (song/scene from show, tw panic attack)
The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
Couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I tried!
Don't let them in, don't let them see / Be the good girl you always have to be
Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know / Well, now they know!
Let it go, let it go / Can't hold it back anymore

3. Get Sick Soon, by Hello Saferide - (song)
Oh, I love you, I wish you got the flu
So I could take care of you, Like you take care of me

4. I Don't Feel Hate, by Jendrik - (song)
I really don't care that you want to bash me / Do it with flair and I'll let you be
But don't you dare to get angry / When you realize those words just don't hit me
'Cause I don't feel hate / I just feel sorry
You feel so very clever whenever you find anothеr way to wear me down
But I don't feel hate

[ ooc | 1 really speaks to this guy, but i was wondering whether you'd prefer assumed cr or a first meeting kinda scenario? there's info as well as permissions in his journal, if you need them. ]

[ ooc: Oh I love him! (Also lmao, "not very tall", he's a smidge taller than Ted, and way taller than average.) I'm good with either tbh! Whichever makes threading easier. Idk how they'd actually know each other before, or where they'd meet. Maybe a fundraiser or something? Or they have a fellow acquaintance. Ted knows a bunch of rich people, even though they're mostly premier league footballers. ]

[ ooc | (~~not very tall for a ballet dancer???~~ /facepalms idk heights) I think it could be fun with a first meeting thread, tbh. Maybe at some kinda gala-fundraiser thingy where, I don't know, Claude was hired to dance a choreography involving a football? And then, they run into each other at the mingling part afterwards? ]

[ ooc: Sounds good! Ted would probably recognize him and come up to compliment him on his dancing to start the conversation. And if Claude has even remotely paid attention to the news/tabloids in UK/London, especially football related, he's probably know Ted as "that American who doesn't know anything about football yet was somehow hired to coach Premier League". ]

[ ooc | great, we're going with that, then! i'm fairly sure claude is pretty chill about the premier league, but he definitely has friends in the uk who're outraged from whom he's heard the name. i'll cook up a starter going on that premise! ]

[ ooc | don't know how much you need a visual for the dancing, but in case you're interested, i was thinking a routine that looks something like this, but, you know, with a football. ]

It all came about pretty incidentally. Heidi and he were doing a gala in Birmingham anyway, when Benjamin called him up after the show, middle of the night, and asked him if he could cook up something with a football in three days and be ready to perform it the following Saturday. Claude hadn't exactly been prepared to put together a five minute choreography (including one football) before the weekend hit, but sure, sure, Ben, I'll have it ready.

So while Heidi went home to Luxembourg, because Heidi has kids that need her and Claude has precisely no one, he stayed behind and started working on an upbeat choreo to Robbie William's Let Me Entertain You, more jumping than dancing, really, more attitude than elegance, but it turned out fun, all in all. He liked it. Looked forward to perform.

It's done now. He went on stage, he kicked a ball around, did some spins, some leaps and afterwards, he showered, he put on a suit and he finds himself at a gala where he knows no one, but if nothing else. He should be used to the feeling, right? It isn't much different than being back in his dingy apartment, or at the parties he frequents with friends who don't quite know him yet and whom he doesn't know either.

At least, this gets him paid. That's what he's thinking as he turns away from a group of footballers who tell him he should consider changing careers, complimenting his agility while at the same time not quite admiring the dancing part. Oh, he knows, it's because dancing is gay and football isn't. It's always been that way. Welcome to kindergarten.

A frown. He almost walks head-first into someone, but manages to avoid direct collision, their arms brushing before Claude steps back. "Sorry, sorry," he manages a smile, fit for the stage, "are you alright?"

[ ooc: Just cause I don't need it doesn't mean I don't enjoy watching it! :D Meanwhile here's Ted dancing. ]

Ted always feels a little bit out of place at these fancy parties, but always happily goes anyway, mostly to support Rebecca. Though a good meal, an open bar and some free entertainment doesn't hurt.

And this one thankfully goes a lot more smoothly than the last one, with no arguing team mates, no break-ups, no Rupert, and the entertainment cancelling a few days ahead rather than the same day, so Higgins actually had time to find a replacement. All in all, a much smoother night.

Ted's just gotten another drink when it almost goes all over another gentleman, but thankfully he barely spilled a couple drops.

"I'm alright, no worries," Ted answers with a cheerful laugh, switching his drink over to his right hand so he can put his left index finger in his mouth to get the Jack Daniels off it.

"Hey, you're the fella that did that dance number," he says enthusiastically. "Great job, you were a lot of fun to watch!"

The man manages to save his whiskey with a grace you probably wouldn't have ascribed him at first glance, but Claude has long since stopped judging people on their looks. He's seen former ballerinas close to a hundred years still able to crack out Odette's solo from Swan Lake on tippy toes. Motor skills stay with you, even only as an echo... Not to mention, the man isn't even old, what, some ten years older than Claude. Come on, he's in his prime. He looks like he could be fun on a dance floor, too.

Not that Claude is here to ask for a dance, of course. He's here to smile widely in response to the man's heartfelt laugh and bow his head in pretend humility at the compliment. It feeds his ego just a bit, this, in a healthy way, the way where you grow from it, rather than getting cut down. At least, contrary to the football players he was fleeing from, this seems genuine enough.

"That would be me," he replies, "I'm very glad you were entertained." A slight pause, then, faster than he's introduced himself to anyone all night, he holds out his hand, "I'm Claude. Claude Bérubé. I think they spelled it Berub in the program, the bastards."

The word's softened by an expression of amusement on his face and the smile doesn't fade as he says it. Never has anyone been called out more politely than this, you got to admit.

Ted chuckles good-naturedly at the call-out, switches his drink back to his left hand, and shakes Claude's hand.

"Ted Lasso, real nice to meet you," he says, and it is indeed very genuine. "I don't think I would've done any better. I'm still trying to get Zoreaux's name right," he chuckles self-deprecatingly. It definitely still sound a little bit like Zorro, as he doesn't manage the French r, but at least the emphasis is correct. But with two French players on his team, he's gotten pretty used to the accent, so there's that.

It's adorable, the way he pronounces Zoreaux and Claude's smile doesn't exactly fade at his attempt out in the rich French language. To be honest, he's gotten used to a bit of everything in regards to pronunciation, with dancing in a multi-national company for half a year now. Lots of Germans and almost-Germans (meaning, Luxembourgians), as well as Brits and whatever comes in between. No one pronounces things the same in these circles.

Still, as he shakes the man's hand, letting go after a moment and looking him over, he thinks the name reminds him of something, but he can't immediately place it. Probably football related which would explain how it doesn't come up naturally, he's not actually big on football. The only reason he managed five minutes with the ball is that he's got extremely good motor skills, he wouldn't survive even five minutes at a match. Still, he's got British friends who're two steps up and a fall from being hooligans and they... Yeah, they've mentioned Ted Lasso. The American who knows shit about Premier League and somehow got whirled directly into it anyway.

Claude feels him, let's be real.

"My pleasure," a gesture with one hand, soft and invested, "How are you liking it here? Europe, I mean. Your accent places you a bit off the continent."

Ted laughs gently at that, straightening his tie a little. "Just a bit, yeah, deep in the heart of Kansas," he answers cheerfully. "No, I mean, I can't speak to Europe, it's mostly just been London and a couple other English cities. But it's been real lovely, yeah. Really enjoying the different culture, and the people are great."

He says this despite (or perhaps even because of) having been heckled and insulted by most of the locals, including quite a few members of his own team in the beginning. Even now that he's won most of them over, his nickname is still 'wanker'. But it's because they care a lot about the team and the game, and he respects that. He knows it's not really about him.

There's a moment that Claude takes to decipher whether the man's being genuinely pleasant or just really good at faking it. God knows, in the circles he frequents, faking it would be his most likely guess, but something about Ted and his red tie, standing out in every possible way, makes him think he's actually very, very truthful. As a person. In general.

You have to admire that.

Cocking his head a bit, he nods once, accepting it on face value because he might as well, there's hope for humanity still, and gestures with both hands, broad, open, embracing sweeps to the sides. "I'm going to blame this comment on being stereotypically French, but I don't think England deserves you, Ted. They might need you here, but they definitely don't deserve you."

It might sound like a joke, he knows. However, just like Ted, he's completely truthful. You'd think someone that God-honestly nice was too good for most places.

Ted smiles at the comment, even if he doesn't necessarily understand what Claude means about being stereotypically French right away. Oh, because of the French-English hostility? Right, right. Well, that's sweet.

"Well thanks, Claude, I appreciate that," he says honestly. Ted doesn't necessarily agree, cause he loves the people here, but he appreciates the compliment nonetheless.

"Oh hey, by the way, that song you danced to was real familiar, who was that?" he asks curiously.

"Robbie Williams?" A surprised laugh as he recalls how often their pianist at BG Ballet has jammed his way through barre to some pop music medley or other, this one's no doubt been in the mix, too. For grand battement or maybe floor, jumps, right? It's a jumpy song. "Let Me Entertain You - it struck me as fittingly British and fittingly upbeat."

He looks around at the amassed gathering of everyone worth something in Premier League and purses his lips, raising an eyebrow a bit as he returns his attention to Ted. Miraculously, all his bad moods have vaporized. Yeah, if you ask him, Ted's too good for England, he should help Benjamin run the ballet, keep everyone happy, low on drama. You know, in a perfect world.

A head shake, amused. "Had to challenge my legs to live up to the likes of a footballer's footwork, after all."

"That's Robbie Williams! Well, I guess we got him here anyway," Ted says with a laugh, despite the fact that's only amusing to himself without context. "Sorry, we were supposed to have him here for the last gala, but he cancelled on us, so we ended up going with someone local instead," he explains, so Claude won't feel out of the loop.

Thankfully it turned out to be very successful, and everyone loved Cam Cole. Would've broken Ted's heart if Rupert had managed to ruin Rebecca's evening and embarrassed her like that.

"But yeah, speaking as someone who does nothing but watch footballer's footwork, you did a great job," he compliments honestly. "I don't know much about ballet, so consider it a layman's opinion I guess, but it's always a good time to watch someone be good at what they do."

Claude takes a moment to see the connection, eyes widening slightly. Wow, he's filling in a spot that was given to Robbie fucking Williams last time around? Talk about big shoes. Luckily, Claude has big feet, he can fill out the best of them. Still, he nods with some kind of admiration, pursing his lips slightly.

At Ted's comment about his layman opinion, though, he is quick to drop the expression, breaking out in a wide smile, warm and reassuring. "Trust me, I want the layman opinion over technical snobbery any day. Laymen pay my salary." A huff of laughter and he shrugs one shoulder, an elegant circular motion that almost doesn't make anything creak in his back. He's beginning to be able to tell it's been a hellish week. His body is beginning to let him know. Thank you, body. He gestures towards Ted, softly, "thanks for the compliment. It means a lot."

Easier to be genuine about that piece of gratitude, yeah?

A second's pause, then - "though, I'm hoping that you'll get the real Robbie Williams next time."

Ted chuckles at the laymen thing. Yeah, that's fair. The gratitude is sweet though. Claude seems like a real nice guy. You'd think he'd be getting compliments like that all over the place, but the thanks are genuine rather than rehearsed.

He laughs and waves a hand at the Robbie Williams thing though. "Eh," he answers with a shrug. He doesn't necessarily really want to, after he cancelled day-of just cause Rupert told him too. But that's a complicated business he doesn't need to share.

"I hope Colin and Isaac were being nice to you, by the way," he adds, nodding to the footballers Claude had been walking away from. He knows they can be a bit prickly and, well, macho. (Ted should probably introduce him to Dani instead, who would surely just gush with puppy-dog excitement, like he usually does.)

"Clash of cultures," replies Claude, waving it off.

He could make the whole feminism argument, but he's learned by now that sometimes you have to just... tug it in and let it go, because there are contexts, like this, fancy party not thrown in his honour but in someone else's, where it's neither appropriate to bring up, nor is it going to get you hired again in the future and he might be an idealist, but he also like money. Capitalist hamster wheel. So, instead of doing that, being his temperamental French self, he runs a hand through his hair slowly, then corrects a fold on the lapel of his suit jacket. Most people wouldn't notice the awkwardness to the motions, but Ted strikes him as way more perceptive than you might give him credit for.

Nice trait in a man.

"From guys like them, being told to consider taking up professional football's a major compliment, right? It's not a playground most people get allowed onto." A glance to the side at the footballers now engaged in discussions among themselves, some other man having joined in. Claude shrugs, expression pensive. "Ballet's the same. There's an exclusivity to it which is probably problematic in some way, but difficult to change."

Ted nods thoughtfully at that. "I suppose one upside to football is it's hard to argue with goals scored," he muses. Ballet is probably a bit more subjective.

They've got several people from lower class backgrounds, for example. But he also knows better than most than it's difficult to excel without the support of your teammates and your coach, so there's still plenty of factors in play that can change how successful you are.

He purses his lips a little and looks around, and speak of the devil (well, angels), he spots Dani and Sam coming from the bar.

"Hey, fellas," he waves them over, and they immediately smile and make a beeline for Ted. "I'd like to introduce you to Claude ..Bérubé?" he says, looking over at Claude when he says his surname. It's close, but it's definitely still pretty American. "Claude, this is Sam Obisanya and Dani Rojas."

Sam, a young black man with a Nigerian accent smiles excitedly and shakes Claude's hand. "You were wonderful, thank you so much for the show."

Dani, a young Mexican man with an even stronger accent, is even more enthusiastic and happy. "When you jump at the end and fly through the air, it look like you had wings," he gushes as he also shakes Claude's hand. "I felt like I was watching an angel footballer."

Ted just watches them gush with a happy smile. Basically the two golden retrievers of the team, completely genuine and sweet, not a hint of irony or a bad bone in their bodies.

Ted's right, of course and Claude knows it, knows that goals are objective, the count determines who gets the deals and the contracts and time on the field. With ballet, it's up to each person's subjective tastes, what's more important, technique or artistry? Precision or interpretation? With one ballet master to do the promoting, no other ideas or opinions have a say. And that's how ballet stays so fucking homogenous. No room for differences.

Maybe, yeah, football's better off in that regard at least.

When the other man starts calling over two other footballers, Claude's ready to excuse himself, pretty much, not feeling in the mood for more comments on his choice of career, but the two newcomers are completely different than the previous bunch and in the wake of Ted introducing him with the cutest accent to his surname, he gets his hand shaken (twice) and almost drowned in praise. Wow. Talk about a whole different approach. It makes him smile, widely, all teeth, his eyes glowing. Oh, Claude has an ego, he likes being talked about in such nice terms. Angel footballer? He'd gladly wear that on a shirt.

"Thank you," he says, again and again until it gets dumb and hollow and he stops, looking from Obisanya to Rojas - and back to Ted at some point, too. "I think you guys need to write my CV, I'd get more jobs." A slight headshake and he glances over at Ted again, smiling warmly at him more or less over the top of the two others' heads. "I should probably make an effort myself, though. Find the guys who've arranged the event and kiss some behinds."

Ted gives Claude a knowing smile when he looks at Ted. Yeah, he could just about imagine what kind of praise Colin and Isaac were giving. They're good boys too, but he would not describe them as sensitive, so Ted figured a slight change of pace would be nice.

"Oh yeah, of course. Come on boys, leave him alone now," Ted says to Sam and Dani with a chuckle, gently shooing them away, before he turns to scout the room until he spots Rebecca.

He points out a blonde lady in her 40s, two inches taller than both Ted and Claude in her heels, standing with a shorter middle-aged man whose glasses enlarge his eyes.

"There you go, you've got Rebecca Welton, owner of the club, and Higgins, her director of communications," he says. He leans in a little to confide. "She's not as scary as she looks. Compliment her dress, she'll love that. And Higgins is a real softie."

A slight laugh as he follows the direction of Ted's finger, eyes landing on a tall woman (even taller in heels, everyone is, really, Claude's a tower) and a man with glasses next to her. He nods twice and raises an eyebrow at the other man, reaching up to squeeze his shoulder in gratitude.

"Trust me, I know how to compliment a woman's dress," he begins, releasing the hold after a second and squaring his shoulders, growing two inches broader in his suit, "and I am a man for softies." A headshake and he purses his lips, suddenly remembering... Wait. He reaches into his inner pocket, pulling out his new business card (Claude Bérubé, principal dancer with BG Ballet, Luxembourg City + address and phone number) and extending it to Ted. He meets the man's eyes, nodding at him politely in a way that says thank you with everything that he is.

"So you're free to text me or call me or insert your preferred method of contact," a brief pause, Claude smiles again, "in case you need someone to cover for Robbie Williams again, right?"

Or whatever other reason you could think up, he thinks. Everyone needs a little sunshine in their lives.

Ted looks at the business card and then slips it into his breast pocket with a smile. "Thank you. Will do," he agrees cheerfully. Not that Ted ever arranges anything like this, but it's good to know, and maybe he can recommend Claude to people.

"It was real nice meeting you," he says, and like most things Ted says, it's definitely genuine, not just a pleasantry.

"You, too," Claude replies, then heads for the woman and the man with the glasses, elegantly sidestepping and moving around people on his way over.

He's never been one to wholeheartedly enjoy these functions, he isn't here to win on his charms, he'd rather win on his dancing, but he'll admit tonight was okay. Tonight was fine. He got to charm people and do some wicked jumps, he thinks he's sold himself at a good price.

Since you have to sell out some way, apparently. In this world. A brief glimpse over his shoulder at Ted who stands out in the crowd with his tie, and he makes ready to compliment the woman's dress. Wholeheartedly.

[ ooc | info + permissions. m/m for shipping, but very open to gen. ]

petit à petit, arcadian ( x )
if i could tell a secret / to the kid of the time that i was / who wanted everything in a hurry / but without ever loving himself rather, oh / little one, you'll see if you believe in yourself, little by little / little one, you will love, you will grow

la vie est belle, nassi ( x )
my banker thinks i might need somebody to help me / whereas my therapist says i actually need somebody to love me / the passing time always leads us to face ourselves / if it's not me, who'll resolve my problems

balance ton quoi, angèle ( x )
one day maybe things will change / there's no respect now in the streets / boy, you know when you're out of line / denounce your what / denounce your what / let me sing to you / go fuck yourself

ton visage, fréro delavega ( x )
i want walks on the beach / oh, a little humanity / less concrete, more truce / a life of quality / less concrete, more dreams / in my reality

pourquoi on s'aime, lola dubini ( x )
oh, oh, oh / i don't know what foot to dance on / oh, oh, oh / but i tried too hard without winning / everyone knows its name / we get drunk with its tunes / sometimes yes, sometimes no / always knowing why we love each other

i. dead hearts, stars (x)
did you touch them, did you hold them? / did they follow you to town?
they make me feel i'm falling down / they make me feel i'm falling down
was there one you saw too clearly? / did they seem too real to you?
they were kids that i once knew / they were kids that i once knew

ii. run rabbit run, flanagan and allen (x)
run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run / run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run
bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer's gun
run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run, run
run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run / don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun
he'll get by without his rabbit pie
so run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run

iii. king and lionheart, of monsters and men (x)
howling ghosts, they reappear in / mountains that are stacked with fear
but you're a king and i'm a lionheart
and in the sea that's painted black / creatures lurk below the deck
but you're a king and i'm a lionheart
and as the world comes to an end / i'll be there to hold your hand
'cause you're my king and i'm your lionheart

I: Defiance, "Doing What You're Told"
grow up fast and learn to be a man
now you're just doing what you can
you're only doing what you know
so far it's everything you're told
and you're only doing as you're told
how's it feel to be bought and sold?

II: Hozier, "Take Me To Church"
to keep the goddess on my side, she demands a sacrifice
drain the whole sea, get somethin' shiny
somethin' meaty for the main course
that's a fine lookin' high horse
what you got in the stable? we've a lot of starving faithful
that looks tasty, that looks plenty
this is hungry work

III: Dream Theater, "Panic Attack"
why do I feel so numb?
is it something to do with where I come from?
should this be fight or flight?
I don't know why I'm constantly reeling
helpless hysteria, a false sense of urgency
trapped in my phobia, possessed by anxiety

IV: Brave Saint Saturn, "Space Robot Five"
robots can't cry, don't laugh, can't die in the darkness of space
he is strong, made of steel with a graphite lining
watch his eyes flicker slow like the batteries are dying
space robot five, is he alive?
so very alone, so far from home
he has no home, he is alone

V: Radiohead, "Let Down"
shell smashed, juices flowing
wings twitch, legs are going
don't get sentimental, it always ends up drivel
one day, i am going to grow wings
a chemical reaction, hysterical and useless

1. Centuries - Fall Out Boy
And I can't stop 'til the whole world knows my name
'Cause I was only born inside my dreams
Until you die for me, as long as there's a light
My shadow's over you 'cause I am the opposite of amnesia

2. Thunder - Imagine Dragons
Not a "Yes sir", not a follower
Fit the box, fit the mold
Have a seat in the foyer, take a number
I was lightning before the thunder

3. Conqueror - Estelle
I'd rather stand tall than live on my knees
'Cause I'm a conqueror, and I won't accept defeat
Try telling me no, one thing about me
Is I am a conqueror, I am a conqueror

4. Tightrope - Michelle Williams
High in the sky
We can see the whole world down below
We're walking a tightrope
Never sure, never know how far we could fall
But it's all an adventure
That comes with a breathtaking view

1. I Don't Want to Live on the Moon - Shawn Colven, Ernie (yes, that Ernie)
Though I'd like to look down at the Earth from above
I would miss all the places and people I love
So although I may go, I'll be coming home soon
'Cause I don't want to live on the moon

2. Don't Stop Me Now - Queen
I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity
I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva
I'm gonna go, go, go
There's no stopping me

3. Space Oddity - David Bowie
Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?

4. Lovely - Billie Eilish, Khalid
But I know some day I'll make it out of here
Even if it takes all night or a hundred years
Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near
Wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear

ooc bio and permissions. can play anywhere in his timeline, from god to king to leprechaun.

all the king's horses, karmina
run with my hands on my eyes / blind, but I'm still alive / free to go back on my own / but is it still a home when you're all alone

forest fire, brighton
i'm gonna bury these bones / i'm gonna write it in stone / that you were my home

stop the world i wanna get off with you, arctic monkeys
with the exception of you i dislike everyone in the room / and i don't wanna lie / but i don't wanna tell you the truth

weak, ajr
"no thank you" is what i should've said / i should be in bed / but temptations of trouble on my tongue / troubles yet to come

[Spoiler warning for the game and general warning for canon-typical violence.]

1. Still Alive, World Minus One
This operation table sends shivers down my spine
I try to find another place to store away my mind
I could lock it in a corner, give it recess for a while
‘Til you stand above me, blade in hand, my screaming builds your smile

2. Gimme Shelter, Puddle of Mudd
War, children
It’s just a shot away
It’s just a shot away

3. Trigger Finger, Coyote Kid
I’ve got two troubles, but you’re just one
The other’s tapping on the trigger of a loaded gun
Staring down
Don’t let me down

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hoshiko abadie | original | ota

Makimura Makoto | Yakuza 0

Jean Tannen - The Gentleman Bastard Series - OTA

Ted Lasso | Ted Lasso | ota

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claude bérubé | original | ota

Runaway Kid | Little Nightmares | ota

Jamie Hemeros, Zoids New Century /0 (Trans 9 CRAU)

Raihan | Pokemon SwSh

Della Duck | Ducktales 2017

mad sweeney | american gods

“Bell” | Black Ops: Cold War