Feeling The Aster.

Some examples:

"Move your ass, Richie!" (from the benchwarmers) = move/get out of the way

"bitch, i know you're lying.' - meme = stop doing that

I used to spend my days thinking I’d never be without you

(never without you)

Every single plan I had was always all about you

(all about you)

Now I’m staring at the ceiling fighting with my mind

(running back, rewind)

Memories spinning like a tape I can’t rewind

Heart heavy like a storm in the summertime

(storm inside)

Thought you were forever, guess forever wasn’t mine

Now I’m driving through the night, headlights in the rain

(late night drives)

Trying just to find a way to numb the pain

Late nights, cold drives, music way too loud

(way too loud)

Trying just to drown your voice inside the crowd

Broken compass spinning everywhere I see

(spinning now)

Without you here I don’t know where I’m gonna be

I used to spend my days thinking I’d never be without you

(yeah, yeah)

Now it’s just a mess of where I’m gonna be

Every road we drew together faded like a memory

(faded away)

Now I’m driving through the dark, unable to see

Heartbreak on repeat, yeah it’s slowly killing me

(Slowly killing me)

Every song on the radio reminds me of the old me

Used to have a future crystal clear to see

(clear to see)

Now it’s just a mess of where I’m gonna be

Phone lighting up but it ain’t your name

(no message)

Funny how love turns into pain

Pictures in my phone I can’t erase

(can’t erase)

Every single one still shows your face

Everybody telling me times gonna heal

(time gon heal)

But the scars in my heart still feel too real

Every street in this town got your ghost in it

(your ghost)

Every memory got your voice in it

Maybe one day I’ll wake up and feel alright

(maybe someday)

Maybe I’ll find my way through the night

But right now I’m just lost at sea

(lost at sea)

Trying to find who I’m supposed to be

I used to spend my days thinking I’d never be without you

(never without you)

Now it’s just a mess of where I’m gonna be

Every promise that we made turned into déjà vu

(yeah, yeah)

Now it’s just your ghost and me

Heartbreak on repeat, yeah it’s slowly killing me

(Slowly killing me)

Every song on the radio reminds me of the old me

Used to have a future crystal clear to see

(clear to see)

Now it’s just a mess of where I’m gonna be

“yeah…”

Swore I’d log off, touch some grass, be normal once again

But then I saw the way he looked at him in episode nine

Now my heart’s on the floor and the breakdown’s right on time

I tell myself it’s fiction, it’s just lines on a page

But my chest starts shaking like a storm in a cage

Every word, every glance, every tragic little scene

Got me screaming at my screen like you know what I mean

I say I’m done, I swear I’m through

But then I find somebody new

Wanna see me crash out ‘bout imaginary gay dudes?

Wanna see me do it twice like it’s something I choose?

One ship sinks and another one blooms

Now I’m screaming in the dark in my fandom doom

Crying in the tags at like 2:02

Over something that a writer probably made up in June

But if loving them is wrong then what am I to do?

Wanna see me crash out?

Watch me do it again for you

Ship A left my heart bleeding on the kitchen floor

Ship B kicked the door in and said “you want some more?”

Now I’m reading late at night with the screen on low

Forty thousand words deep and I still can’t go

They’re smiling through the blood and the narrative pain

And the soft little moments hit harder than rain

I know they’re not real but the feeling sure is

Like a ghost in my chest every time they kiss

I heal a bit, I almost mend

Then the cycle starts again

Wanna see me crash out ‘bout imaginary gay dudes?

Wanna see me spiral in the fandom news?

One ship breaks but another one brews

Now I’m laughing while I’m crying in my fandom blues

Posting theories at like 3:22

Like a detective with a heart full of cartoon wounds

If obsession’s a crime then I guess it’s true—

Wanna see me crash out?

Watch me do it again for you

Maybe someday I’ll be normal, I’ll move on and grow

But a trailer drops and suddenly I know

There’s another pair of eyes and another soft scene

And my heart’s back racing like a broken machine

I try to walk away but the brainrot calls

Through edits and art and the AO3 walls

And I swear this one’s the last one I’ll ever pursue

…then another ship appears out of the blue

Wanna see me crash out ‘bout imaginary gay dudes?

Watch me write them poems and scream in the group chats too

Every heartbreak just makes room

For another tragic love that will absolutely ruin

And I know I’ll say I’m done when the night is through

But tomorrow there’ll be somebody new

So if you ask me if I’m over it soon—

Nope.

Watch me crash out.

Tell myself, “Be chill, don’t overthink tonight”

Just a story, just a plot, just some lines on a screen

But my brain starts digging like a crime scene

Childhood moments, every word that they said

Little fractures in the back of their head

Every scar starts linking up in a chain

Every choice just echoing pain

Now I’m three hours deep in a spiral again

Drawing maps of the ghosts in their head

Every villain just a kid who got hurt

Every hero just surviving the wreck

I said I’d be normal about this

Just watch and enjoy the show

But now I’m tracing every heartbreak

From years they’ll never outgrow

No saints and no real monsters

Just people trying to survive

Living in the wreckage

Of things that kept them alive

And yeah, I’m taking psychic damage

From stories that aren’t even mine

But I keep digging through the rubble

Looking for the reason why

Now the lines start blurring between right and wrong

Every motive tangled up in a song

Every anger just a shield they create

Every love just arriving too late

If you follow every step that they made

You can see where the fractures were laid

Every choice that they thought was their own

Just a ghost of a wound they’ve outgrown

And the more that I look the more I can see

All the pain in the way that they breathe

All the silence between what they say

And the damage that won’t go away

I said I’d be normal about this

Just watch and enjoy the show

But now I’m tracing every heartbreak

From years they’ll never outgrow

No saints and no real monsters

Just people trying to survive

Living in the wreckage

Of things that kept them alive

And yeah, I’m taking psychic damage

From stories that aren’t even mine

But I keep digging through the rubble

Looking for the reason why

Maybe we’re all like that too

Just walking around in the fallout

Trying to rewrite the past

But the echoes keep getting too loud

Maybe the villains and heroes

Are just different shades of the same

People surviving disasters

And learning to live with the pain

I tried to be normal about it

Just watch and enjoy the show

But now I see every fracture

In places they’ll never let go

No saints and no real monsters

Just hearts learning how to survive

Living in the wreckage

Of stories that keep them alive

And yeah, I’m taking psychic damage

But maybe that’s part of the art

Looking through fictional tragedies

He laughed when he asked me, calm as the night,

“Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?”

His eyes gleamed sharp with a manic delight,

Like madness itself had taken a bite.

And I swung my fists, and I tried to stand tall,

But I don’t really know if I’ll survive it at all.

Blood on my knuckles, breath running thin,

But I’ll die before I let the darkness win.

So I grit my teeth,

Taste iron in the air—

If this is my ending

Then let ‘em beware.

I’ll bash some skulls,

Make bodies crash into walls,

Let the monster inside me finally be free.

Yeah the fight is all I’ve got,

Everything that I am not,

Is buried underneath the beast in me.

And I’ll keep swinging in the pale moonlight,

Even when the world fades out of sight—

If this is the end I’ll make it a war,

‘Cause the fight is all I have left anymore.

Sirens are screaming somewhere down the street,

But the only rhythm left is my heartbeat.

Shadows are dancing where angels once stood,

And mercy don’t live in this neighborhood.

His laughter echoes like a funeral bell,

Dragging my bones straight down into hell.

But I rise again with bloodshot eyes—

You don’t kill a monster that refuses to die.

So I spit out the blood,

Let the pain ignite—

If I’m going down

I’m going down in a fight.

I’ll bash some skulls,

Make bodies crash into walls,

Let the monster inside me finally be free.

Yeah the fight is all I’ve got,

Everything that I am not,

Is buried underneath the beast in me.

And I’ll keep swinging in the pale moonlight,

Even when the world fades out of sight—

If this is the end I’ll make it a war,

‘Cause the fight is all I have left anymore.

Maybe I’m broken,

Maybe I’m damned,

Maybe the devil just dealt me this hand.

But if the moon’s my witness

And hell’s at my door,

Then I’ll turn this street

Into a goddamn war.

Teeth clenched tight—

No fear, no retreat.

If the devil wants a dance

He can bleed to the beat.

I’ll bash some skulls,

Make bodies crash into walls,

Let the fury inside me finally be free.

Yeah the fight is all I’ve got,

Every scar and every thought

Is the war that’s still raging in me.

And I’ll keep swinging in the pale moonlight,

Till my lungs give out and fade from the fight—

And with my last breath I’ll scream to the sky:

You don’t beat the beast…

So we know that sometimes songs can be used as spells depending on the popularity of them. and the pronunciation or emphasis on certain words affect the effect of the spells over all. I was thinking different versions of songs would do different things. like a lot of truly popular songs have multiple versions and are all sang differently through out time and i think the magic would respond differently to how each song is played/sang.

i love when his emotions get too much and it slips out.

I cannot stop watching Justin Beibers Coachella performance.

It was so beautiful to see and it was like we got to watch him heal in real time and I spend most of it crying for him bc that boy honestly went through so much. He deserves to heal. He deserves to remember that even though he was going through it he brought so much happiness and joy to the world.

He’s such an underrated talent fr bc most people write him off as another out of control pop star but if you ever watch his YouTube videos you can really tell how much passion and love for the craft he has.

There’s this video where he’s composing an orchestra because he had music in his head and he wanted to put it out and he basically just crafts a lovely song on the fly and it’s so amazing to watch. I highly recommend looking it up.