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I'll Pay the Price, You Won't.

Miss Heartbreak

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This chapter is based off of Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince by Taylor Swift and I'm starting to realize just how in deep I am in the lore and storytelling of her music. See if you can find my easter eggs, hm?

plot: no cameras catch my muffled cries...you are the only one who seems to care...this is a fight that some day we're gonna win

Pairings: modernrockstar!Eddie x fem!popstar!Reader (curvy!reader, bisexual!reader)

Warnings: slut shaming, body image insecurities, public shaming, crying

easter egg count: 43

wc: 5.3k

When you first realized you were in love with him, it was a Saturday night. You weren’t even with him. In fact, you were at a house party with some of your best friends. They weren’t famous—these three girls were in college, just the way you should’ve been. You’d met them at a dive bar in Pittsburg while touring.

There was a distinct memory of watching these girls walk in, talking about their English courses and the ten-page research papers on the feminist lens of the works of Octavia Butler, rape culture in a novel called Waiting for the Barbarians, and how the third girl was doing some deep dive into the coded lesbianism in Gertrude Stein’s Tender Buttons. You approached them, desperate to know more about their class. Their studies. Their college experiences.

Desperate to know more about the life you gave away when your career blew up three days before moving into your dorm room.

They knew who you were, but they didn’t care to squeal or ask for pictures. Instead, they motioned for you to join them and started to complain about their shared Rhetorical Analysis class. And after a few Fireball shots, some poor attempts at karaoke, and loud debates about Jane Austen and Emily Brontë that nearly got you kicked out, you were solidified.

But there you were, at a college house party after flying out just to see them. You were in drastically different makeup than you were used to. In short, you were basically in Eddie Munson cosplay. Your friends had dressed you up, giggling and adding more charcoal eye shadow than you desired. Becky, Mary, and Este swore it would make you feel better. That you’d dance the night away without a care in the world.

But the couch was where you stayed the whole night, a mimosa (filled with more prosecco than orange juice) in your hands as you watched life exist around you. You were pretending to be a normal twenty-two year old girl. You were pretending that you could have love affairs with anyone you wanted to and if your heart got broken every single time, it wouldn’t be such a big deal to anyone outside of your friends that loved you.

And he would be there, too.

With your head to rest on his shoulder, listening to him talk about his Dungeons and Dragons game he hosted with the rest of the band when they were tucked away in hotel rooms. They were too big to go out without everyone and their mother following them, so they found a way to escape.

(People thought they did drugs and partied. And, at the start of the band, they did. Eddie had told you about having a coke problem in the beginning and Gareth, Jeff, and Grant trashing hotel rooms. Ronnie getting the cops called on her house regularly for the outrageous parties she hosted. But it died out after about a year when they realized how tiring it was to just be on all the time. They went to parties sometimes, but now they really looked forward to smoking a few joints and playing a fantasy game.)

In this fictional scenario, they’d congregate in the communal rooms at their dorm. They’d buy a few pizzas and beer, remembering to get the garlic twists of course, and play for six hours.

And you would lean over to his ear, brushing your lips against his ear and say, “I’m in love with you.”

As soon as it fell into your imagination, you were startled to the point of springing up and running to the bathroom, hyperventilating in the mirror. The rest of your night had been spent with your friends cuddling you in their shared apartment until you could calm down.

“It’s too soon for this!” you exclaimed. “It’s too soon for me to fall in love.”

They said that it was fine. That you were allowed to love him. That the chance at love was worth the bullshit. You could survive this, even if he didn’t feel the same. Maybe you would be able to connect better if you just told him how you felt.

But this was only a month after you started seeing each other.

Only a week before you two were caught in public together.

Only a week before the whole world had an opinion.

“I can’t believe we’re out at a restaurant in Manhattan of all places.”

“On a date,” he noted.

“On a date.”

“Oh, and happy four-month anniversary,” he said while holding up his piece of bread, leaning over to tap yours with it.

“Ah, yes. How could I forget?” you teased before stuffing the slice in your mouth, closing your eyes as you became overwhelmingly calmed by the taste of butter melting on your tongue.

It was super late on a Saturday, one of the only times you could get away with having a private dinner without the threat of paparazzi and lingering glances. You felt fancy, with a sparkly silver dress on, all short with thin straps and a small slit at the thigh. Tall, sparkly silver heels that made you nearly the same height as him. A fluffy pink faux fur coat sitting on the back of the chair (that Eddie had spent the whole drive here running his hands through). Pink nails to match, already chipped from your nervous picking.

Eddie was dressed beautifully, wearing a silk white button down. Simple black blazer and slacks. His signature boots. Those rings. That necklace. Hair up in a bun with bangs and stray hairs framing his face. The only real nontraditional part of his ensemble was a thin layer of black eyeliner adorning his eyelids and waterline, with mascara to match.

Oh, and a coat of lipgloss, lipgloss that he borrowed from you, that was now lining the rim of his wine glass.

“Do you like it?” he asked. “The wine, I mean.”

You looked down at the burgundy liquid you were absentmindedly swirling. You had no clue what that did for the drink or if it was just to look fancy, but it was something you saw your parents do growing up. You decided to take a crack at being an adult tonight, just to see how it felt.

“Yeah, it’s nice. Thank you.”

He nodded, but you could tell that he was still nervous about the whole thing. You couldn’t blame him. Being out for an official date together in the heart of a city with nearly nine million people who could ruin it at any second was quite a heavy burden. There was a part of you that feared that you had become a burden in the last four months.

Enough of that, you tried to tell yourself.

“However,” you added. “I do have to confess that I have absolutely no clue what the difference is between this and the stuff I get at the grocery store.”

Eddie let out a sigh and a breathy laugh. You wondered how long he’d been holding it in. “Well, that’s a relief because I was literally sitting here thinking the exact same thing.”

You couldn’t help but giggle. “Are you serious?”

He kept laughing. “Yes! I thought I was the only one!”

“No, this is literally exactly how I feel whenever I have dinner with some of the label execs,” you exclaimed. “They order all this like crazy expensive wine, and I have to just sit there and be like,” you raised the pitch of your voice, “Oh, wow. This is sooo cool. So good. What year is it? That must cost a fortune.”

Eddie nodded. “Me, too! And it’s like: Dude, seriously? I could get shit I like better than this at, like, Trader Joe’s or Target. Fuck, even Walmart.”

You giggled as you continued to nod with him. “Yes, yes, yes! I genuinely don’t get it. Everyone is so pretentious, I swear.”

“I wholeheartedly agree.” Eddie raised his glass. “Fuck ‘em.”

You grinned. “Fuck ‘em!” you agreed, clinking your glass with his before you took a hearty sip. Finally took a second glance around the room.

“I really thought there’d be more people here,” you observed. “Isn’t this, like, a popular restaurant? I hear celebs love this place.”

“I maaaay have bought out the empty tables,” Eddie admitted, looking sheepish. “I didn’t want our first official date to be bombarded with people we know or even ones we don’t. I wanted to make sure I could focus.”

A grin met your lips. “You’re a sweetheart, you know that?”

“That’s you, baby. That’s all you.”

The playful dinner conversation continued with a whole three course meal plus dessert. You came alive in public for once, talking in silly voices and laughing as loud as you wanted. Like you were best friends. Like you were lovers. Holding Eddie’s hand at the table without having to worry about cell phones. No one here was able to take away what was yours.

Despite feeling full, you couldn’t help but nibble on some more of the bread. Your personal trainer, Mary, forbid you from eating any while you were gearing up for another album release and tour. But you were starting to care a little bit less. And she wasn’t here. Eddie was, pushing the basket towards you.

But then the strangest thing happened as the waiter took your dinner plate.

As he turned to leave, you looked past him and saw that the other five occupied tables in the restaurant were…staring. And…so were their waiters? Had everyone finally started staring or were you only now noticing? But you would’ve noticed before…

They were all looking from their phones to you and then back again. The hushed whispers were getting a bit louder, even catching Eddie’s ears. He turned his head to look but was distracted when his phone started ringing.

Gareth.

“Take it,” you encouraged. Eddie raised an eyebrow. “It’s probably important.”

He nodded. “Hey,” he said as he answered. “No, I’m on an incredibly important date, remember?”

As you spread butter over the last slice, you couldn’t help but giggle when Eddie looked up at you with a quick wink and a smile meant only for you.

But then his eyebrows narrowed.

“What’re you doing watching cable?”

And a part of you wished you could hear the other side of the conversation when you watched Eddie’s neutral expression falling into anger.

“They what?”

“It’s fucking SNL. They haven’t had a good run in years. I don’t think anyone even watches—”

You noticed him get cut off before shaking his head.

“What? Why the fuck do people care?”

“Fuck…yeah, okay… Sure, whatever…” He sighed, pinching his nose in frustration. “No, I’m not mad at you. Promise… I’m sorry for being a dick. I just hate people, I swear…” A quick nod. “Thanks for understanding and letting me know. Love you, dude. Okay, talk later.”

“What’s wrong?” you asked as he immediately started searching for something on his phone. “Is everything okay?”

Eddie paused, looking away from his phone to bring his attention back to you.

His expression held something resembling an apology.

“The guys are watching TV back at the hotel and, uh, they were watching SNL…”

“Okay?”

“Apparently they did a skit about you.”

Your stomach dropped as you let his words sink in.

It was one thing to have random people on the internet give you shit. It was another thing entirely for a long-running, highly known television show to have grown adults portray you and spend four to six minutes making fun of you. Especially when you’d performed there merely two months ago.

“Is it…” you trailed, almost unable to speak.

“Yeah,” Eddie said. “Yeah, it’s bad.”

“It’s on YouTube already?” He nodded. “Let me see.”

“Are you sure you want to watch it?”

You nodded. “I should know what’s going on. Everyone’s already staring at us,” you stated, gesturing behind him.

When Eddie looked back at every nameless face watching you, every single person looked away. Like he commanded the room with his presence. Like he had the power to change the world with just one stare.

He had changed your world with just one glance.

Sighing, Eddie clicked on the video, holding it between you two on the table.

“I decided to go on The Bachelorette to prove that I haven't dated everyone,” a woman said with a huge grin, mimicking the way you smiled. "And to get new inspiration because I need to sell my next album. I'm sure this will be fun."

Some new addition to the cast tried to imitate your posture. Your voice. Your everything. She was acting like you were some ditsy girl. Did people really think of you like this? Is this how the cast and crew saw you when you were there?

A fake announcer's voice said, “Here are the men and women chosen for tonight.”

The woman impersonating you smiled even wider in a comedic fashion, making fun of the way you, what, didn't ever give a negative reaction? The camera turned to watch everyone file in.

The different men and women of the SNL cast rotated, pretending to be people you’d allegedly been with. But most of them were wrong. When you were rumored to be dating these people, friend or not, they left, either from wanting that clout or being unable to handle the noise. All you had wanted were real friendships, real relationships. But being burnt at the stake came with the possibility of flammable embers.

One after the other, impression after impression, they were reminding you of everyone you’d lost.

And was that Jacob Elordi pretending to be…Christopher Briney?

(You met Christopher once at the Emmy’s, having taken one fucking photo together before he was whisked away by his team. At the time, you had only wished he would notice you before he got a girlfriend…)

“We're missing one guy...where is he?” the announcer said.

Mikey Day popped in with a smoke machine behind him and some copyright free rock music playing, wearing a curly wig and pretending to be Eddie. The audience lost their minds, erupting in applause and laughter at the sheer mention of him. He was immediately stereotyped as a punk stoner who only pretended to listen to you talk while playing his guitar.

“Hey, babe,” he said, trying to mimic Eddie’s voice. “What’s up?”

You looked over at the real Eddie who looked less than impressed. Less than affected by someone trying to make fun of him. You wished you could say the same for yourself.

“I CHOOSE HIM FOR MY NEXT ALBUM!” the woman shouted before ripping up the roses and walking over. However, she turned and pointed at the others. "Save them for me in case I get bored.”

As she grabbed onto "Eddie's" arm and professed her love, it was clear that he wasn't paying attention. "Are you even listening to me?" she shouted.

“Nah, baaabe,” he said and then realized his “mistake”. Cue laughter. “I’m totes paying attention.” Laughter. “Just practicing this sick riff for the band.” He raised his guitar before turning it the other way. “Does it look cool this way, babe?” Laughter ensued as he pretended to play his guitar right-handed. “Do I look metal as hell?”

“Totally, babe,” the woman said, giggling. “You’re so hot.”

“Ah, babe, thanks. I know it’s been three minutes but this is forever, babe.”

When the skit ended, Eddie turned it off and shoved his phone in his pocket.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry—”

“It’s okay,” you said, trying to tell yourself more than him. “It’s okay. It’s fine. I’m fine.”

Did anyone see what was happening? That this was starting to get out of hand? It was like nobody gave a shit, nobody cared that you were human. Yes, you were privileged and had money, you knew that. You grew up fucking poor, hit even worse with the 2008 recession, hardly ever recovering.

You always acknowledged your privilege, always made it a point to give it away to people who needed it more than you. Provided for your family so your parents didn’t have to go back to working at the sawmill and being fucking tour guides for next to nothing at Graceland. (The fucking irony.) Donated constantly to animal shelters, women’s shelters, LGBTQIA+ youth organizations, etc. etc.

But no one would know any of that because you kept that secret. Kept it hidden to be the face of your label, with a shiny pageant smile. You were now the punching bag, the reflection of society that every YouTuber did deep dives on and now SNL was taking a shot at.

When would it end?

“Are you?” Eddie asked, causing you to come out of the fog. “‘Cause your hands are shaking.”

You looked down, realizing he was right. “I—”

Before you could say anything, your own phone buzzed. Looking down, you noticed a text from Becky. It was a link to a video on Twitter or X or whatever the fuck it was called now. Her text read,

Look how delusional the internet is. I don’t care about this crap but I wanted to make sure you knew what was going on before you got bamboozled or something. Also, fuck that SNL skit. Love you.

“There’s more,” you murmured, looking up at Eddie’s concerned expression.

“Fuck.”

He stood up immediately and pulled over the chair next to you. He sat and leaned in, just as deep into this as you were. You didn’t hesitate to click on the link. It was just another band-aid to rip off anyways.

The caption said:

are gareth ronnie and grant next? lmao eddie shouldn’t have gone anywhere near her. the vibes are soooo off

You heard Eddie scoff as he read it.

The video attached was of you and Jeff walking around New York City that very morning, laughing together. You nudged his arm, animatedly talking.

You knew what had happened, distinctly remembering that the conversation was about Eddie. Jeff had been teasing you, telling you that he knew you were disgustingly in love with him and that you needed to just say it before you lost your minds. You thought it was funny, so you jokingly nudged his arm and pretended to threaten violence. That was it. Nothing else happened.

“No!” you exclaimed, wild-eyed as you turned to Eddie. “No, Jeff and I went to get this chocolate mousse at this little bistro we both like. We told you before we left, remember? I swear it was the truth. We were literally talking about you. Eddie, I—”

“It’s all good, sweetheart,” Eddie interrupted, kissing your temple four times. “Don’t worry about it, okay? It’s okay. I believe you. I know you’d never do anything like that.” You felt yourself breathe again. “Besides, Jeff has a crush on our tech manager anyways.”

That made you chuckle for a second, but you felt yourself deflate, putting a hand on your forehead as tears trickled down your cheeks. “I’m scared. I don’t like this, Eddie.”

“Me neither.”

Before you could say anything else, your waiter was approaching the table.

“Is there anything else I can get for you?” the waiter asked, hands politely clasped in front of him. You avoided his gaze, embarrassment flooding your system. There was something irrational telling you that he would tell the internet about your breakdown, expose you for your reaction.

But when you glanced at him, he actually looked…concerned.

“Yeah, could we get the check, please?” Eddie asked in a hushed voice, running his fingers down your back. “We’re gonna need a minute, but I just wanna get that out of the way.”

“Of course, Mr. Munson.” he responded before turning to you. “I can take that plate for you if you’d like?”

“Oh, yes, sorry,” you said, sniffling.

Without thinking, you moved your hand to grab your bread plate, accidentally knocking your glass on the table. You watched as the wine seeped into the white cloth, staining the fabric.

Eddie was quick to grab the glass before it shattered on the floor.

“Oh, shit,” you muttered, taking your napkin and trying to blot the stain. You kept glancing up at the waiter through your tears. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. That’s so rude of me. I’m so sorry.”

The waiter shook his head. “It’s okay, ma’am. We have a hundred more in the back. This happens all the time.”

“Here,” you said, shaking your head as you rummaged through your purse. When you found your wad of cash, you handed him a one-hundred-dollar bill. “Take this. For you, not the restaurant. I’m so sorry.”

He gaped at you, looking down at the bill before looking back up. “Um, thank you,” he said, breaking his customer service voice before taking the cash from you. “I’ll get everything sorted for you right away.”

“Sweetheart.”

“I want to leave,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “Can we leave?”

You looked over at Eddie who was already standing and grabbing your coat.

“Yeah, baby,” he said softly. “I’ll pay up front. Come on, let’s go.”

But it wasn’t really going to be that simple, was it?

As soon as you reached the front doors, James and Scott, your personal bodyguard, were stopping you.

“Guys, uh, we got a situation,” Scott said, mainly looking at you.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“There’s a fuck ton of paparazzi out there.”

“And that’s the only way we can get to the car,” James added.

You wanted to look at Eddie, but you didn’t want him knowing just how scared you were. He was so stoic and strong, always being able to shrug everything off. It was like he was born for this.

Maybe you weren’t.

“Okay,” Eddie said, putting his shoulders back before grabbing your hand. His grasp was firm with a gentle squeeze that left your heart soaring despite the fear. He nudged your arm, causing you to look up. “Ready, sweetheart?”

You nodded, looking back at James and Scott, tear stains still adorning your cheeks. “I’m ready. Let’s do this.”

A gasp left your mouth as the doors opened and a swarm of people with cameras crowded around you. Flashes and red recording lights and cell phones. Screams, gasps. Some fans tried to catch your attention the best they could, but their voices were drowned out by the incessant vultures. James and Scott were on either side of you, pushing people out of the way.

But it did nothing. It only sprung more tears.

Paparazzi shouted your name. Shouted Eddie’s.

“What did you think of the SNL skit?”

“Any comment on the cheating allegations?”

“Is this thing between you serious?”

They were all variations of the same thing.

Except for one voice that stood out from the rest.

“Hey, why are you crying?”

You turned, seeing a teenage girl who looked barely fourteen, maybe fifteen, with rainbow braces and friendship bracelets in her hand. She stood next to who you presumed to be her mother, over by the curb. Set apart from the hive.

Despite your better judgment, you nudged Scott and walked over to her quickly.

“I want to talk to her,” you told him loudly, disconnecting your hand from Eddie’s.

Scott nodded. “You got maybe a minute and a half before things get buckwild.”

“She’s got this,” Eddie said. You looked at him and smiled.

Thank you, you mouthed before rushing over to the girl.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Just got a lot going on, hun,” you said softly, trying to smile but your tears clouded your vision. Your only hope was that the sight wouldn’t scar her for the rest of her life. “What’s your name?”

“Caroline,” she said before handing you the bracelets. “I made these for you.”

Her mom placed a hand on your shoulder, causing you to look up. “She’s been keeping them with her just in case she ever saw you in the city. She’s a big, big fan.”

You could only try to smile again, studying the colors Caroline chose to represent your last few albums. Light blue to represent your self-titled album. A soft sage for your second, “Tetris”. Sparkling gold for your last album, “Acacia My Dear”. There were even one or two that had references to inside jokes shared between you and the fans.

“These are beautiful,” you told her, immediately rolling them onto your wrist. “Thank you so much, Caroline.”

“Could I get a picture of you two?” her mom asked.

“Hey,” Scott interrupted. “Sorry, we gotta cut this short. They’re pressin’ in on us.”

You nodded, looking back at Caroline. “Thank you so much, Caroline. This means everything to me,” you said honestly. Without thought, you gave her a tight hug. “You just made everything better,” you whispered in her ear.

When you pulled back, her mom grabbed your hand. “You’re doing great things,” she said, softly squeezing your hand. “Don’t let those bastards win.”

Before you could even process her words or thank her, Scott was pulling you back to Eddie. Scott seemed a little softer, blonde hair still peppering with gray. He was from Tennessee, like you, his accent just noticeable enough to give him away. James seemed to contrast him, with thick muscles, frown lines across his forehead, and a bald head. Oh, and did you mention that he was a hardass from Ireland?

Your grasp on Eddie’s hand tightened with every passing second before you were finally enclosed in the confines of the black van.

The walk to the car was only, what, two minutes? Three?

But it felt like forever.

The waterworks continued, wracking your body with sobs you didn’t realize were just brewing behind the façade you were able to put up on any given occasion.

Scott took the driver’s seat while James took shotgun. You could just barely make out what they were whispering.

“Fucking vampires, the lot of ‘em,” James said, shaking his head.

“Them two deserve better,” Scott replied. “They’re just fucking kids.”

Eddie pulled you into his side, making sure you were hidden from any and all intrusion even if the windows were severely tinted.

You had an urge, however miniscule it felt, to go on your Instagram story and be bitter about it. Tell SNL to fuck off and remind them how sexist and gross it was to put you in a sketch just to make fun of your dating history when there were men around you who ran through women like sport and talked about them like each one was a momentary fad.

But you knew what would happen. You would be considered overreacting. You’d be a woman scorned and laughed at for caring so much despite the rest of the fucking internet seeming to care more.

So, you did nothing. Said nothing.

You merely curled yourself further into Eddie and fought the urge to have a mental breakdown.

“We’re getting out of the city,” he whispered. “Back to your place.”

“It’s a long drive,” you mumbled.

“I don’t mind. Really. We made the drive out here, remember?” Eddie shook his head. “Speaking of, I’m sorry. I should’ve chosen somewhere more secluded.”

“You shouldn’t have to. We shouldn’t have to.”

He leaned back, tilting your chin up to make eye contact with you. “I want you to feel safe.”

“But I want us to be normal people going to a normal restaurant and have a normal date.”

“We’ll win this fight, okay?” he said, tracing his thumb along your cheeks as the tears came and went. “They have to get bored soon enough, yeah? TikTok will move on to its next viral bullshit anytime now. We just have to wait it out.”

“It’ll just go away?”

“Honestly, I don’t know.” Both you and Eddie let out a sigh. “Listen, okay? Just listen to me. We’ll figure this out. I’ll tell the world to fuck off. Just give me the word and I’ll do it.”

“That’ll just egg them on.”

He kissed your wet cheek. Pulling back, you could see the color return to his face as he smiled. “I could always pull an Ozzy.”

That got a giggle out of you, a few snot bubbles awkwardly falling down your lips. Eddie didn’t mind, simply grabbing a tissue to help wipe it away.

“Absolutely do not do that,” you said with a sigh, grabbing another one.

“Then I won’t. But I’m here in front of you. I want you. I need you.”

You nodded, your eyes glassy and wild as you tried to stop crying.

“Alright, babe?” he exaggerated, imitating Mikey Day. “I’m metal as hell, babe.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. It was ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. You looked up at him, watching a playful grin meet his lips.

“Oh, yeah, babe,” you played along, still wiping your tears. “You’re sooooo hot, babe.”

Eddie nearly suffocated you with another hug, rapidly kissing the top of your head. You couldn’t help but giggle again, feeling some weight lifting off of you. For the first time, you had someone in your life who was blocking out the noise.

“You know, the jokes aren’t even funny,” he said. “I don’t know why they’re making fun of a right-handed guitar. Jimi Hendrix had one and that guy’s a legend.”

“I think the point was to make you look dumb by playing it upside down.”

“Mmmm, I don’t think so, babe,” he teased. “I’m, like, sooooo smart.”

“You’re soooo right, babe.” “Okay, I’m cutting us off. I just know we won’t stop talking like this.”

The laughter died out, silence ensuing. Eddie was fiddling with your bracelets, his touch settling the storm in your stomach.

“Why did you walk over to that girl?”

You thought about her, Caroline, and how she was the only one outside to ask if you were okay. All she wanted was to give you bracelets. Had been keeping them with her just in case she ever saw you. Fuck, if that wasn’t one of the most shocking things you’d ever heard from a fan. It was kind. And when she did see you, she cared more about how you were feeling.

“She asked me why I was crying,” you said. “She actually cared. It meant something to me.”

“You really love the fans, don’t you?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I do.”

The night seemed to settle into comfortable silliness, ending with pints of Ben & Jerry’s and the start of another TV show for you two to binge. You settled into his side with fuzzy socks and old pajamas from before all of the bullshit ensued. They were probably ten years old, from the thrift store down the street from your childhood home. The hand-me-downs that never seemed to get holes, the ones that always seemed to save you from the brink of madness.

Eddie was donning a similar outfit, just with a few holes here and there. Baseball tee with a logo for his old D&D group, Hellfire Club, back in high school. Some of the lines were starting to crack, the red fading into something nearly blood orange.

It was comforting to know that Eddie was able to shrug it all off. That he was able to guide you through this fear and loathing. But some part of you wondered how long that could last. All the heat and dismissal and scrutiny and humiliation. All the assumptions and poking.

Because if he wanted to do this, if he was in it for the long haul, this was going to be how it was for the rest of your careers, for the rest of your lives. He wasn’t going to be able to shrug everything off. What happens when he’s poked at? When he’s the one in your shoes?

And as you laid there at 2am with Eddie fast asleep next to you, you were starting to wonder about yourself. Because if you wanted to do this, if you wanted to follow wherever he led, you were going to have to endure. Watching him sleeping soundly, you couldn’t help but wonder how long you could last.

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Okay Destination Trek notes! First here's what I really liked:

- Everything was SAG compliant and there was so much important strike talk. Obvs this made some questions impossible to answer, and it was slightly hard to predict what would be wrong to say just since different actors had different comfort levels (big range from "I support my comrades but I'm not gonna pretend I'm not in Star Trek" from David Ajala to J G Hertzler encouraging us to threaten media executives with [COPYRIGHTED SPACE WEAPON] to Terry Farrell not wanting to mention working on TV or film at all), but honestly it just made the whole thing really friendly

- on that note, multiple guests said it was the best convention they'd been to in years. I don't have a lot of personal experience with them, but I was talking to a lot of older fans and many of them said this felt a lot like the early days of conventions which were also set in hotels

- being in a hotel made it a) more accessible (and there were So Many fellow disabled Trekkies to prove it!!), b) easier to hang out between activities, and c) just super personable. The guests could hang out in the bar with the fans, there were lots of comfy seats everywhere, and it was very easy to step away if something wasn't your speed.

- not being in London helps the vibes too

- not being Paramount affiliated made the tickets a bit cheaper (much appreciated)

- most of the activities were teamwork focussed. Initially I was a little freaked by that but actually it gave the whole thing a friendly social club vibe

- science talks! Community talks! Asking the actors questions about their lives and work outside of what they're most famous for! Stories we haven't all heard a thousand times!

- I'll make another post about the specifics of accessibility and why I liked this infinitely more than the official ones in London aircraft hangars, but I just really have to stress how important I found that here

- being fan organised and fan led, the focus was on us and how much we love this shit. I didn't find the old format Bad in this respect, but this really did hit different

- J G Hertzler is seriously the coolest person I've met. He stole my craft group's batleth and we couldn't be happier about it.

- So Many Cool Cosplays!!! Shout out especially to the drag queens, the older man cosplaying Admiral Janeway, the Voyage Home Spock and inflatable whale, the power chair decked out to look like a shuttle, all the babies in uniform, the tribble queen in her tribble pelt dress, all the Klingons who didn't artificially darken their skin, the furry doctor from lower decks, all of the Borg, the Klingon pug with a plush batleth, and so so many others I'm forgetting ❤️🖖❤️

Notes for Future Cons

- If you don't already have access to it because of an expensive ticket, I wouldn't bother paying for the opening ceremony. It's not actually at the start of the event and also it's literally just the actors coming on stage, saying hi, then rushing back to the autograph tables. Do go to the closing ceremony though! There's way more of a point to those

- If you're not a huge extrovert, already drunk, or completely happy in awkward situations, I wouldn't recommend being the first in the door at the parties. Give it an hour or so - they sounded very lively later on, but when I tried to go in earlier the primary school disco vibes were off the charts. Plus the music's too loud to actually talk to anyone, and no one's dancing yet. I did see one guy run past with a portable charger for his friend in a wheelchair that lost power on the dance floor though, so clearly they got cooler later on lol. Addendum here that I'm an autistic non drinker so that might colour things.

- to the white folks darkening their skin for generic Klingon cosplays, reconsider that one next year

- to the white guy wearing brown face paint to cosplay Worf specifically, what the fuck, man??

- to the person who boo'd the mention of Julian/Garak at the LGBTQ+ panel, fight me but also maybe skip whatever the equivalent is next year cause Andy Robinson's booked to come

- host mocked Scottish accents a couple times :(

- here's hoping the unions will have their demands met and we'll be able to talk about Star Trek publicly with actors who can access healthcare and pay their rent. But if not, at least we know the con will still be fun.

- maybe see you in Blackpool next July 💙

#star trek #I've probably forgotten something glaring. I'm incredibly sleepy and had to spend much of the con lying down #but again. hotel setting means I actually Can lie down and be comfortable and return without spending ages walking

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Hey Sea, I hope you're doing all right! Because of some personal family issues I haven't caught up to many things fandom & pop culture wise until now. Style's "transformation", in terms of both personality and career choices, becoming even worse after FL was predictable in my honest opinion. I think someone that empty simply does not deserve many words to describe him so I will not even bother. I must say though there is one thing that I simply cannot not help but mention and that is the Danny

2/3 Zuko Halloween makeover. I do not think Harry needs larries anymore for a sustainable career, and if he does, he has way easier techniques and less impersonal ones to do that. This one was definitely personal towards louis. Now we don’t know what really happened between them, they're just two strangers for us, at the end of the day. However it’s very clear they meant something for each other, even if just on friendly terms.

3/3 For him to what? Taunt Louis? Or make him pay attention to him? Desperate. Pathetic. Desperate! Quite creepy. Ridiculous. And yes, hilarious too. Except that I am not laughing with Harry, I am laughing at him. It gives me pleasure that Louis seems, at least from our perspective, to not give him any attention. Is that petty? Oh well! Anyways that's all I wanted to say, stay safe everyone!

Hi anon!

I agree with your interpretation and general read. I think that Larries trying to make this into a romantic gesture, and Harries trying to play this off as just Harry dressing up as a popular musical theater character, really underestimate One Direction’s, and specifically Louis Tomlinson’s, effect on Harry Styles’ psychology.

I’m not going to pretend to understand it, either. But the fact is that whatever impact Louis had on Harry is profoundly lasting, and it drives him to do some absolutely insane things.

The curious thing is that Harry has been surrounded by grown men trying to shape him into a rock ‘n roll messiah for more than 12 years. They’ve isolated him, sheltered him from all sorts of criticism, enabled him to get massively wealthy and sell out stadiums, given him Vogue covers and Met galas and allowed him to share the stage with legends. They’ve given Harry the opportunity to meet the wealthy and famous and to have experiences he (and the rest of 1D) couldn’t possibly imagine when they were starting out.

They’ve isolated Harry from peers for years, made him live the life of a 40-year-old businessman before he even turned 30. His closest friends are people with contacts, connections, companies, power— middle-aged or old men. There are no organic friendships in sight.

Yet Harry remembers about Danny Zuko! And wore the Harryween cosplay out of some kind of psychological compulsion!

Usually Harry cosplays for clout, so this was different— cosplaying in lieu of actual communication. He wanted attention, and specifically, attention from Louis.

But why? Was Harry bragging about his playground, Madison Square Garden?

It’s a very Kanye-Kim-Taylor spat-for-PR thing to do. Very on brand for Hardashian Styles. But also completely, pathetically unhinged.

The other thing I’ll add is that — my personal observation only — Harry might be business savvy, but he does not know how to cultivate longterm personal relationships. It’s always about quarterly earnings reports and not trust, compassion, empathy, and really, human love. Nothing is ever done without strings attached— Harry Styles is only about strings. There aren’t any romantic relationships longer than 2 years, ones without a professional agenda.

It’s a very empty emotional life. Harry’s face looks empty. His Instagram page feels frigid, isolating, posed, lonely. Whatever this means with regards to Danny Zuko— almost turning a fun high school moment into a garish pop culture caricature— is also incredibly sad.

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Tag Game: Ten True Facts About Me

Rules: Share 10 facts about yourself and tag other blogs! I want to get to know my mutuals, and the people I follow a little bit :) The facts can be about anything!

Tagged by: the lovely @ir0n-moon thank you so much my dear 💕💕

1. I used to be big into cosplay. I used to hand make cosplay costumes, props, and once even attempted to make a wig. I have only ever been to a few conventions but I miss the community I used to share with fellow cosplayers pre-Covid.

2. I had an Anime Amino if anyone remembers that app. This was back during an age before discord. Back during the time I took a break from Tumblr (2015-17? Maybe) I started on Amino to look for community and friendship during a time I felt like I had none. Amino was literally just a mix of Tumblr with random blogs and discord with its chat rooms option. People mostly used it for RPs and other community events. It was a great time honestly kinda sad they killed the site.

3. I love weird ass music. I’m not talking like “oh that new album by famous artist with a weird name” no! I’m talking music that will make normal people run screaming into the next room. Give me remixed pirate/Viking songs all day long. You don’t even have to remix them. I’ll take them as is if you’re feeling spicy. Heavy metal versions of songs that have no right being metal (Disney songs, pop songs, country). 🤤. Those artists are doing gods work. Random 80’s songs. The sluttiest dirtiest music you can think of. Jazz. All of it man I love all of it as long as it’s weird.

4. My very first fan fiction was written on fan fiction.net. I used to have two accounts it was because I forgot my password for the first one but then I used the second account more than the first so it all worked out. I kinda want to archive the stuff from those accounts onto AO3 even though I’m not in those fandoms anymore. Just so I have the content.

5. My first ever crushes were on Shego and Kim Possible from said show. I didn’t know how to verbalize this as a kid so I told everyone I loved Justin Timberlake from *NSYNC.

6. I’ve been thinking about publishing a few books. I have some ideas for a few novels, series, and kids books. I just don’t know where to start or even if they’re worth while.

7. I have two dogs and two cats! My puppies names are Maizy and Chihiro. They are both Labs and are just the cutest angel babies! My cats are Eevee and Oreo. Eevee is chunk rescue baby. Oreo is our prissy princess who needs to be held at all times.

8. I have never once reset one of my animal crossing villages. I’ve had three on three different games. Game Cube, DS, and Switch. I always do my best to name the village perfectly , I would do anything in my power to have the perfect neighborhood/ villagers, I would even piss off Mr. resetti back when he was a thing just to get a second chance to try an interaction again.

9. I’m thinking about starting to stream on Twitch. Nothing too serious. Just something fun that I can try to do!

10. I am a huge collector. I collect many things lol old books, (first editions, cool instructional books, books published earlier than 1955, All the Stephen King novels), ART! I love art. All of it. Prints from artists I buy from. Hand made pieces I randomly find at art fairs and craft shows, paintings, those mystery boxes that hold figurines in them I fucking love them so god damned much.

I think I’ll tag @nsfwitchy, @normanblowup, @morbid-pigeon, @el-michoacano, @gointothevvater, @gogomeaty,

#twiggy talks #tag game #fun facts #facts about me #get to know me

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Interview with TikTok Star, Caoimhe Morris

February 25, 2020

TikTok is a rapidly growing social media app, created when ByteDance, a Beijing-based company, spent $1 billion to purchase Musical.ly and merged their own app Douyin (Chinese: 抖音) with it. The new app was launched in 2017. Rising in popularity each year since. In 2019, CNET announced TikTok was the 7th most downloaded mobile app of the decade, from 2010 to 2019.

It is a micro-video app, one where users create and share videos from 15 to 60 seconds. The editing features are leagues above the standard social media apps, more comparable to that of professional editing software. 1,000 of features, from instant eye recoloring to flaming backgrounds, all with a single click. The app has videos for anyone and everyone ranging from cooking, vlogging, comedy, music, politics, and cosplay.

I asked a TikToker I’ve been following if I could interview her, she said yes. She is Caoimhe Morris, @caoimhemorris on TikTok, who has 910.7 K followers and 23.9 million likes. She is a cosplayer, famous for creating and acting as her own characters.

* 3/21/20 Update, due to user scandals Caoimhe is no longer friends with @clapdaddie (Colton) or @infernumasylum (Ian). She is distancing her account from them both and no longer working with either.

McPherson: What would you like our readers to know about you?

Morris: I am a geeky girl that likes to dress up and act like other people.

McPherson: How has your life changed because of this app?

Morris: I didn’t really notice how much this app had changed my life until I realized I only hang out with TikTokers now and not even on purpose. I literally have made so many amazing friends on this app and have had so many unforgettable experiences like traveling or getting to work with brands I never thought I would, overall I’m just so grateful for getting this far.

McPherson: Is there anything you’d change if you were given a second chance?

Morris: I try not to live with regrets because they make you into the person you are.

McPherson: How do you edit so well?

Morris: I loved the creative field even when I was younger, I wanted to act, make films, draw basically do anything under the sun but I didn’t have the people to really put it together so I taught myself how to edit, film etc so I could just do it myself.

McPherson: What has been the best moment you’ve had so far on the app?

Morris: The best moment I’ve had on this app is probably anytime in Aruba. Gil, Jayden, Colton, the twins, Ian, Gilean and everyone else in this little familia is amazing and to know that I didn’t know them a couple months ago is crazy because I feel like I’ve known them for so long at this point and memories we have created are unforgettable.

McPherson: What has been the worst moment you’ve had so far on the app?

Morris: Probably when I put a lot of hard work into a video and no one sees it, that’s a little disheartening but it’s ok next video will be better. McPherson: Do you think the friendships you’ve made with other creators will last?

Morris: I hope so! I know some of us will drift apart but there are some that I am pretty sure will last a long time. McPherson: Are there any new original characters secrets you could share? Backstories, new characters?

Morris: I have a new character I’m working on where her band and her are cursed and anytime they play their music they turn into these “creatures” but apart from that new characters are still in the works. Secrets wise the only secret I can think of is a lot of people don’t know that Frenchie kisses her victims on the cheek after she kills them. [Frenchie is Caoimhe’s mafia character.]

McPherson: Do you see yourself moving into more social media apps anytime soon?

Morris: Probably I would love to do more YouTube stuff but I think right now TikTok is good enough for me!

LeAnne McPherson

#my writing #tiktok #Caoimhe Morris #interview

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IVE - 'After LIKE' Review

I reviewed 'Love Dive' on release, so i decided to do the same for IVE's third single album, 'After LIKE'. Idk why Starship is cosplaying as YG with the sheer lack of full albums but go off i guess

After LIKE:

This song is very catchy, and is extremely IVE, but I don't think it holds the impact that Love Dive and Eleven had. The prechorus (although I did enjoy it) feels kind of 2010s esque, like it totally reminded me of 'Wake Me Up' by Avicii. The strings in the chorus were fun, though. As for the lyrics, after Love Dive, they were a disappointment. I mean 'L and an O and I'm yeah'???? what does that even mean??? I'm praying this is a mistranslation, and it makes more sense in korean but idk. It is a little obvious in the chorus that they aren't the most developed vocalists, but their performances weren't necessarily bad in any aspects. I will say that while the song is very cohesive, it doesn't have that (in my opinion) necessary split from the expected flow of the song to make it standout - Eleven had the prechorus, and Love Dive had the chorus and dance break. I don't hate this song by any means, it's a fun comeback and the song is good, but IVE can do and have done better. (spoiler alert: their best song is literally on the same album.)

My Satisfaction:

I didn't expect this from IVE. This song is the spiritual successor to Love Dive, it's the couple everyone is jealous of running around the city at midnight, it's malicious, fearless, and intoxicated. It's such a velvety mature song that it makes After LIKE appear juvenile in it's themes, and even the production outshines the title track as being more experimental and interesting. The vocals don't have that editorial perfection that IVE are famous for, they are exhilarated and rough, and it's amazing. The last line, simply 'my satisfaction' with each syllable taking on a different note than the last is genius. It perfectly summarises the song, and brings it to an almost delicate close - it's like making eye contact with your lover the next morning in class. If After LIKE is your first relationship when you were 12, My Satisfaction is your toxic relationship when you're 18 and should know better. In other words, I love it. It's an explosive slay.

Comeback Thoughts:

I didn't really get the music video. Visually it was beautiful, as usual, but I didn't understand the purpose of having the cameras in shot as a consistent element throughout all the sets. I assume its to give the music video a 'behind the scenes', personal kind of vibe, but that is totally destroyed by the members totally ignoring the cameras on screen, and it being really obvious due to the angles and movements that the camera we are viewing them through is not the eyes of their partner/crush, or some elusive crew member, totally defeating the purpose. If u understood this please explain.

This era, for once, felt more open to showing off members other than Wonyoung. Don't get me wrong, I love Wonyoung, and don't think she deserves the hate she gets, but it is very obvious that the company favors her (this is no fault of her own btw.) Liz and Yujin in particular caught my eye this era.

Conclusion:

My Satisfaction is their best song to date, and one of my favourite kpop songs of the year. It outsold After LIKE, Eleven, Take It, Love Dive, and, as much as it pains me to say it, it outsold Royal. Their discography, although painfully small, is pretty damn good, and it reflects their teen royalty concept perfectly.

After LIKE is a 7/10, but My Satisfaction is a 9/10, its amazing. I don't stan IVE, and I don't think I ever will, but I will be reviewing their comebacks, especially if they keep releasing b-sides as iconic as this.

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THE FEAST OF HARVEST HOME : Annals of Grumpy Goat : Part 3 of 4

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I looked up, my expression changing to injured innocence. “It says that you are going to get 25,000 golden bits from Sir Snobbin Realty acting as agents for the Royal Road Commission. That is a very useful sum of money, isn’t it?”

Big Mac slitted his eyes as he pointed out, “Eyup. Not much good to us if we looses the farm, though.”

Coalsmoke suddenly smiled too. “I don’t know how he is working it, AJ, but Sweet Apple Acres is safe. You are totally protected by Grumpy’s allergy.”

Apple Bloom stared up at my skull simply floating in the air above my ledge. She shook her head and asked in a puzzled voice, “What can he possibly be allergic to? I mean, I heard that he’s dead.”

Clarence smiled gently at Apple Bloom as he explained, “You are correct. Grumpy is dead. What he is allergic to is giving out refunds!!”

I asked AJ, “Didn’t you just pay your taxes yesterday? Was Sir Snobbin in the Tax and Assessment Office too?”

AJ nodded sourly. “He was. Making a big ol fuss about his estate being taxed too high.” She paused, a puzzled expression on her face. “How in tarnation did you know that?”

With a clatter of bone on stone, Clarence collapsed in a laughing fit! He was pounding the stone of my ledge with his forehoof! He finally got out, “Oh Grumpy! That is priceless! I love it!” Calming himself, Clarence advised, “In legal matters, Grumpy is slightly slipperier than a greased weasel! Whatever he tells you to do, do it exactly like he says to.”

Turning to Coalsmoke, he smiled and requested, “My dear, would you please bring out the serving trolley? Grumpy made breakfast for four. He and I have already eaten.”

She ducked inside my iron and steel front door and wheeled out the trolley. Grinning from ear to ear, she offered, “Grumpy made his famous Clover Top Scramble for you! These apple fritters on the side look like the ones that you make, AJ!”

She took one look and replied, “They is. Ah made them for Grumpy 'bout two days agone.”

Coalsmoke served and they all fell to.

As she gathered the last of the dishes to take back in to my kitchen area, she commented, “Are you going to go with them, Grumpy? We can read later. I think that this is too important to leave to chance.”

I nodded and offered brightly, “Right! I will just go on in and park my skull, then we can all go. I guarantee that this will be fun.”

The Apples, Coalsmoke and I made a merry troop as we strolled down my trail and through the woods to Ponyville. Clarence stayed behind, saying only, “I have a bit of business of my own that I need to take care of.”

As we neared the town hall and Judge Coldheart’s courtroom, I reminded the Apples, “NEVER say Sweet Apple Acres. Just say, The Property. That is very important. We are going to accept this seizure since it is for the common good but we feel that the price is far too low. Do you understand? Be glum.

“Also, DO NOT take a check or draft. The order says payment in gold and that is what we are demanding. Checks or drafts can be stopped before they are cashed.”

We waited in the audience while Judge Coldheart dealt with petty matters first. Most were simply ordering fines to be paid. A few were led out to serve short sentences and three were released as innocent of the charges.

The Bailiff called, “The Judge will now hear civil matters with no contest. First on the docket is a case of Eminent Domain involving the Apple family and Sir Snobbin Realty, representing the Royal Road Commission.”

That being our cue, we all came forward. AJ sourly put the notice of Eminent Domain Seizure on the judge’s bench. He started to look through the papers. Glancing down at me, he asked, “The Apple family, I understand being here, Grumpeter. Why are YOU here?”

I replied, “AJ came to me about this problem, Your Honor. Because of the season, just short of harvest, they could not afford a Lawyer. I am offering them the best advice that I can in this sad situation.”

“I see. Are you giving them legal advice?”

“No, Your Honor. I know better than that. All that I am doing is reminding them of some legal forms like referring to the land in question as 'the property described in the document of seizure’ and such small matters.

“The decision to acquiesce to the seizure without contest is theirs.”

AJ, picking up her cue, glumly pointed out, “The only thing we ain’t going along with is the price. That 25,000 gold bits ain’t but a tenth of what the property is worth. If Sir Snobbin wants it without no fight, he gotta give us more than that!”

Sir Snobbin sneered, “You can’t afford a lawyer to fight our generous offer!”

I shoved a hoof up his rump by pointing out, “There is such a thing as Pro Bono representation. It wouldn’t cost THEM a thing if they lose but it WILL cost YOU if they win, and with that pittance, they will!”

Grinding his teeth, Sir Snobbin snarled, “30,000! Not a bit more!”

AJ saw my minute nod and hung her head as she said, “We accepts but only if you pays it right here and now. None of this 'we will pay in due course’, stuff. We going to have to get a house and move. Can’t do that with promises.”

Sir Snobbin grinned triumphantly and pulled out his check book. “I will give you a check right now!”

AJ saw my small head shake. She stomped her hoof as she snapped, “No! The paper say GOLD. Get us the gold. The court will count it and we will take it from the COURT. Don’t trust YOU an inch!”

Amused, Judge Coldheart checked the Document of Seizure and snickered, “She is right, Sir Snobbin! Get her the gold. Bring it here. We will count it and render the payment.”

I spoke up, “Judge Coldheart, Sir, may I suggest that Sir Snobbin provide both the gold and a bank receipt for it. After the court renders it to the Apple family, they deposit it into their account at the Ponyville Trust and Loan. Their receipt of deposit, Sir Snobbin’s receipt of withdrawal and the court’s count and render of payment will make this matter final and un contestable by either party. The described property will be the sole property of the Royal Road Commission for their new gravel grading and storage facility.”

The judge nodded. “That will be done, Grumpeter. It makes perfect sense. I wish that there could be a better outcome.”

His teeth grinding in rage, Sir Snobbin wrote in his checkbook and gave the paper to one of his flunkies. It took a while for him to return. He had rented a cart to haul the load. The Bailiff stood guard while the load was shifted to the courtroom.

It was mostly larger ten, twenty and hundred gold bit coins. It made the count up go far faster.

Sir Snobbin, in a show of his usual grace, sneered, “Hire your own cart! You can’t use the one that I had to rent!”

Chuckling, AJ looked up to her huge brother and asked, “Do we need a cart, Big Mac?”

His one word answer was, “Nope!” They began shoveling the coins into his huge saddlebags. When they were full, AJ’s bags took the rest.

They trotted out of the court and up the street to the Ponyville Trust and Loan.

It took a bit of time but they returned with the needed receipt. All three items, withdrawal, court count, and deposit were attached to the Eminent Domain Seizure document. Judge Coldheart signed it all and said heavily, “It is done. This transfer is complete and can not be further contested.

“All that remains is to register the transfer of the property described at the Taxation and Assessment Office. They will dispatch a constable to affix the final seizure notice to the gates of the described property.”

I pointed out, “All that will be left is the one week grace period for the residents to find a place, pack and move.”

Sir Snobbin grabbed the documents of Eminent Domain and was about to leave. AJ gave me a puzzled look and asked in a small voice, “What do we do now, Grumpy?”

I replied brightly, “We follow Sir Snobbin and you trust in my allergy!”

AJ gave a sort of sideways smile and said, “I hope it is a real strong allergy. This business can’t be fixed if it is haywire in any way.”

Coalsmoke joined us from the audience and snickered, “Nothing is stronger than Grumpy’s allergy to giving out refunds! Let’s go see how this happens!”

We entered the Taxation and Assessment Office in time to see the clerk filling out the Gate Notice of Seizure placard. A constable was waiting to take it to wherever the clerk directed him.

Sir Snobbin noticed us and chortled, “Losers!”

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Using Fashion To Make Fiction Closer To Reality

Just straight up throwing my Fashion MFA thesis plans to the void so I can edit them or look back at them later for when I work on it

I have always had a lot a love of art and storytelling growing up. And something I love about animation, which I focused my BA on, is how it brings all sorts of stories to life with the different mediums it involves. Visual art, music, and storytelling are so important that without them the emotion and tone that are integral to a project’s voice is gone. In my projects, I particularly like to focus on character design. What helps to express a character? Being able to show off their personality and demeanor with their design to let viewers know who they’re dealing with in a story, or at least how they are supposed to understand them at first glance.

And for all the fiction that they are, people love emulating their favorite characters in media as we’ve recently seen with the rise of cartoon-inspired fashion and cosplay. From the accessories that characters wear, to their outfits. Demon Slayer’s earrings. Sailor Moon’s celestial-based Jewelry and pastel 90s fashion that is famous for its soft, cute, and cozy aesthetic. The return in popularity of Winx Club for its turn of the century “Y2K” fashion that features bright colorful modern outfits in a world that is a mix of both fantasy and sci-fi. Disney fans who are particularly known for their love of “Disney-bounding” due to the restrictions the Disney parks have on costume wearing. The practice of media-inspired wear has become a phenomenon. These outfits bring comfort to these previous viewers that come back around to turn television into a source for their inspiration and style. I certainly have found such while I was growing up cosplaying with friends and trying my best to make my clothes look like those of my favorite characters.

And although it may come off that only Fashion inspires what brings back the popularity of certain media, I also believe that the way these shows have brought attention to certain fashion trends of their time allow them to become immortalized in a way that sets them apart. And the fondness for that allows them to come back to life due to the nostalgia they bring their audience that has grown with their favorite series or movies.

So what I would like to focus on in the fashion design master’s program with this knowledge is; how do you achieve a set of outfits that become cohesive enough to help reflect the tone of the story they take place in while also reflecting each character separately to show their personality and journey through their clothing? And finally, with that research done, I would like to expand on my own work in animation and comics by focusing on designs and fabric that help to leave the wearer and the viewer understanding these characters through their outfits. I would love for my thesis to include a mix of these two mediums with my own animated fashion on these characters transitioning into real clothing to tell their stories together in a way that makes fantasy and fiction feel closer to reality.

#kisari's lost their marbles everyone!#please support me!#fashion mfa #fashion #animation #cartoons #it's a stretch to put these two majors together but I promise that if you knew me in person it all starts to make a LOT more sense #especially as who I am as a person

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Hi lmao

My names are Rose/Crunch (whichever you choose ^.^)

cinnamon-rose-crunch -> rosecrunchly

About me - I go by she/her or they/them i don’t really care lol. I am a dancer (12 hours a week, ikr, im tired) and I sing for a hobby but I would love to be a professional musician in the future :) I also make art but I haven’t drawn anything in months. I am the artist for my famous Gegg doodle page.

I have anxiety (womp womp) anyways my self care side blog is here.

⚠️ I occasionally swear or mention sexual topics! ⚠️

Any interests? - I watch the Traffic Life Series and Hermitcraft! I post a lot about being aro and experiences alike. I LOVE HADESTOWN THE MUSICAL PLEASE LISTEN TO IT IT CHANGED MY LIFE FR!!! Will prob start posting acne positivity bc i struggle with acneeee

Favorite music artists? - The Strokes, Ashnikko, Pinkii, James Marriott, Odetari, Good Kid, and Melanie Martinez

Tags - I barely use them 💀

#roses art - My art

#rose loves gegg - My Gegg (from QSMP) art

#roses doodle pages - My one-page doodles

#roses thoughts - My thoughts

#roses cosplays - My cosplays

#roses reblogs - My reblogs

#roses drawer - My reblogged posts to keep

🚫 DNI: 🚫

- Dream/Dteam/Wilbur Soot stans/supporters/apologists

- People who think aromantic/asexual people aren’t queer/valid/oppressed

- People who fake mental/physical illnesses for clout/attention 😭

- NSFW blogs/Blank blogs without titles and pfps

- General DNI including homophobes, TERFs, aphobes, transphobes, proshippers, MAPs, etc.

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sakuramidnight15 · 2 years

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Character Bio

Name: Sonia Julianne

(Japanese: ソニア・ジュリアン)

Romaji: Sonia Jurian

Quote: "Not every princesses in fairy tales have a happy ending... The princes can count as well."

V/A: Chika Anzai (Japanese)

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Birthday: April 22

Star Sign: Taurus

Eye Color: Lanzones Yellow

Hair Color: Shiraz Red

Height: 164 cm

Race: Human

Homeland: Autumntown Village (The third country in the Island of Enchantment)

Family: Alfie Julianne (Father)

Gracile Martin (Mother)

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School Status and Fun Facts

Dorm: TBA (If There's RSA Canon Dorms in the game)

School Year: Second

Class: 2-D

Student no. 20

Occupation: Student

Part-time Radio Singer

Part-time Waitress

Singer (In secret but not famous, only on her account)

Club: N/A

Best Subject: Literature, Music and Art

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous

Favorite Color: Light Red and Golden Yellow

Favorite Food: Coffee with Whipped Cream, Fruit Smoothies, and Donuts

Least Favorite Food: Wasabi, Raw Fish, and Lime

Likes: Singing, Making Cover Songs or Make her own Songs (Mostly), Quiet Places, Westyn's Books (Mostly), Desserts (Mostly on Donuts), Lastest Anime Series, Manase's Cosplaying,

Dislikes: Rejection, Becoming a one-sided love (Mostly), Jealousy (Mostly, only if she had a crush on someone), Unwanted attention, Greed, Noisy Places, Anything Cute (Mostly),

Hobbies: Silent Reading, Singing, Making Songs or Covers, Poetry, Playing Instruments, Finding Inspiration, Finishing a whole plate of donuts,

Talents: High-Level Magic, Voice Manipulation, Physical Self-defense, Ice Magic, Weaponry Self-defense, Hypnotizing Vocals,

Nicknames: Sonia (From her family and friends)

Sonia-senpai or Julianne-senpai (From the freshmen students)

Sona (From her Group)

Other Nicknames:

The rumored 'Juliet' Singer (By the Rumors)

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Appearance and Personality

Appearance: Sonia has a average and tall female body build and is slightly chubby. She has medium Shiraz red hair which it's wavy due to being tied up to many times and has lanzones yellow colored eyes which she hides them by wearing a pair of white glasses. Sonia a shy person who is slightly sensitive about her private life.

Personality: Born as an only child of her family with no other family relatives aside from her parents and then herself. Sonia had rather a simple yet quiet childhood throughout her life.

It wasn't difficult for her handle at least, but it's a little too quiet for Sonia to deal with. Her mother works as a successful business women at one of the top companies of Autumntown, states the fact that she's living a stabled life with her parents but has two part time jobs to help her parents at least.

Sonia is a shy person, with a simple nerd-type look to describe her shy and quiet behavior who tends to be secretive. She has a little bit of stuttering when meeting new people and tends to walk away and avoid interaction with one another whenever she's in a new environment.

It would take some time for her socialize properly is she has the courage to do so. Gained quite the habit of hiding as a sign of avoiding something she doesn't want to be involved with, mostly drama and anyone which Sonia finds uninteresting.

Aside from being introverted, she is a friendly person if you get close to her. Is mostly interested in new things if that catches her eye, will mostly try something which it depends on her opinion or mood.

But she's one of the a few who most likely not be messed with personally. She can be secretly judging if she looks at the situation depending on someone who is involved, the impression doesn't matter to her at all, you'll get a disgusted look from her if I were you.

Sonia has a look that explains that you should stay away from her, if you like it or not.

A nerdy girl with a private life, it might take some time for her to open up to someone soon.

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Trivia

-The name 'Sonia' is a Russian form of Sophia, a Greek name, meaning "wisdom". While her surname 'Julianne' means youthful; love's child.

-She's based on the Glass Rose (From: I'll die if the last rose petal falls) and Kimi Nishino (From: Tokyo Ghoul)

-She's one of the six chosen scouted students to the school, however like her group of friends, she too knows the conflicts and often distances herself from the ones who are involved with it.

-Wants to communicate with the half-myths, but was a little upset that the conflicts ruined her chances though.

-She's a fan of Westyn's novels. Which Westyn is aware it but doesn't mind it.

-She's one of Manase's followers online when it comes to cosplaying.

-Is known for her radio singing, which it was one of her two part time jobs. It is secretly famous on the internet with a alias known as 'Juliet'. She hasn't revealed her identity yet, but her friends know so they agree to hide her secret.

-She had a crush on a boy who she became friends with in middle school but didn't have the courage to confess to him, but he fell in love with a nice girl which caused her love to become a one sided for about eight months. But she supported their relationship due to seeing how happy they were, but it crushed her entire heart deep inside that she didn't confess before this happened.

-After a week of moving on, she had accidentally slipped and fell through a hole which caused her to get a three week hospitalization.

-She loves music thanks to her father, who was previously a guitarist before his marriage.

-Her voice is rather meek and quiet, the tone changes whenever she's in a bad mood. Which is why I chose Chika Anzai to be her voice actor.

-Can finish the whole plate of donuts, without gaining any weight at all.

-Noelle and Harper often teases her for other reasons, when it comes to romance she would stay silent.

-Is previous school mates with Keisuke.

#mc #oc #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #gacha club #gacha games #character information #bio #sonia julianne #sona #royal sword academy #rsa

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stephanie-black-swan · 2 months

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Hello to you, who will read these few lines 🙂 I don't think Taylor Swift will read my message here, but rather to a member of her team? Anyway hello!

I am writing this somewhat special message today to ask a question. I know my post will be just one of 1000, but maybe someone will read it anyway.

I am Stephanie, and I live in France. I have my ticket for the Eras Tour. For me it will be in LYON at the GROUPAMA STADIUM N2 on June 3, 2024. I have a VIP FOSSE OR LEFT ticket with early access.

Here, we do not have postal or email addresses that we can use to contact our favorite international artists (or their teams). So I am trying my luck on this address, hoping that someone is interested in what I write here. And even better, that someone reads my message to the end.

I am 28 years old. Apparently, I am an adult. I think? In any case, I never stopped writing and dreaming. If this makes me a child, if this is the price to pay, I accept it! Maybe I have a slight Peter Pan syndrome.

Despite everything, I am a fairly introverted and reasonable person. I am very rational, I like to analyze everything, and I hate being noticed. As a result, I have never been a “fan” as people tend to say. I have never gone after an autograph or a photo with a public figure. Besides, most of the time, I don't care if a person is famous or not. I myself would absolutely hate being famous. I also never claim that you can truly know a public figure solely through their image and the marketing around them. Above all, stars are not Gods, just people like the rest of us. They also have their fears, their joys, and their demons. But all this rationality does not, sometimes, prevent us from admiring a person. Not because she is famous, but because she shakes our emotions and our thoughts through her art.

Since childhood, I have been very socially awkward. I was teased and harassed most of my schooling. For what? Oh, just because I was already 5' 11" tall at the very beginning of middle school, and I often sat in my corner scribbling poems and stories on my sheets of paper. I was listening to music in my ears non-stop, and I was in my own world. And besides, I haven't changed that much. Maybe it's also because I have autism, that's what the psychiatrist told me haha. Words and music have, are and always will be my only escape in this sometimes brutal and dark world. I still write, whenever my emotions need to be expressed. Because I never express them as well as with words. After my father died of cancer when I was 18, words and music were kind of the only thing in the world I still had. And that's what kept me going.

You now see very well where I was going with this: yes, during this period, I discovered and listened to the music of Taylor Alison Swift. So obviously not only that, I've listened to thousands of different artists, and there are a lot of them that I love. But no other artist has touched me like Taylor Swift has. Apparently people say she's a witch? No, she is a magician with words. The poetic magician of the 21st century.

I read everywhere that at a concert, people were chosen to interact with her during the song "22", and others to meet her before and/or after the concert. But also that these people were often chosen based on their super stylish outfit, their screams, their dedication on the internet. But I have neither the time nor the energy to create "fan pages" on social networks (besides I don't particularly like social networks), I don't have the means nor the desire to spending fortunes on merchandising or "cosplay" clothing to attend the concert, and above all I don't have the "thing" to scream and move in all directions. As I said, I am not a fan per se, and Taylor is a human being. Besides, I don't care about autographs, even photos. I don't want visibility on the internet, that's not what I'm looking for. I don't want any gifts. I don't need all these things.

But that doesn't stop me from dreaming of one day having the opportunity to shake the hand of an inspiring artist. Look her in the eyes and simply say “thank you, for your music, for your words, for everything”. Yes, I dream of that. And I admit, in my life I am often saddened by the fact that I never had luck. Please note: I am not complaining. I have a wonderful mom who I am very close with, I have a wonderful boyfriend who I love with all my heart, and they are the most precious things in the world. But regarding the little extra thing, the bonus, the little dream moment: I always watched others have it. I know for a fact that many others are like me, and that I am not a special person compared to others. And most of the time I don't care if they get lucky and I don't, I don't need it. But for this time, just for this, I would really like to have a joker and be able to say "hey, this time I'm the lucky one today!". But no matter what, this Joker would never happen alone. Luck provokes itself, it decides. This is why I sent this message, to try to induce luck. For the rest... Fingers crossed!

For the person reading these lines (IF someone read this), and if they have made it this far: thank you from the bottom of my heart, and have a wonderful day :)

@taylornation @taylorswift

#taylor swift #taylornation #swifties #swiftie #the eras tour #france #lyon #hope #writer #Spotify

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eriellesudario · 5 years

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It’s Hatsune Miku – BUT DARKER!!! | Black Mirror: Rachel, Jack, and Ashley Too

This post contains spoilers for Black Mirror: Rachel, Jack, and Ashley Too

Black Mirror – Season 5 is now out!!! 3 new episodes, 3 new stories! And out of all the episodes, the one I was looking forward to was S05E05 – Rachel, Jack, and Ashley Too.

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A lonely teen becomes obsessed with a robot doll based on her pop star idol, Ashley O — just as the real Ashley’s life begins to unravel.Black Mirror: Rachel, Jack, and Ashley Too (Netflix)

Premise

This episode is basically Hannah Montana meets Hatsune Miku with that usual dark Black Mirror flare. It’s about 2 girls – Rachel, a girl with no friends, who idolizes her pop star idol Ashley O. Meanwhile, Ashley wants to escape her time in the spotlight and her current identity as a teen pop idol. In the episode, we get to see both girls’ story and how their world starts to meet.

Why I like this episode so much (or in this case: was looking forward to it the most) was because of 1 reason: Miley Cyrus was going to be in it! Just by seeing the trailer, I was hoping for ‘Hannah Montana but DARKER!!!‘ (And yes, they delivered).

Virtual Pop Stars

Black Mirror is known to commentate and mess up how we view technology. And there were some cases where what they presented ended up being true. An example is the Season 3 episode: Nosedive and how it’s similar to China’s social credit system.

To me, Season 5, Episode 3 is now commentating to the rise of virtual stars and possibly also twisting it to see how far it could go. And I have to say, I love that they did this as I am a fan to 1 virtual star that’s super popular: Hatsune Miku. But at the same time, being able to create virtual singers that look real.

The Hatsune Miku/Vocaloid Aspect

Who is Hatsune Miku?

Hatsune Miku is a very popular J-Pop singer who is 100% virtual. She’s made through a program called “Vocaloids” and song producers can make her or any other singers in the Vocaloid program sing any song they wish. Her most popular song is “World is Mine”

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I will admit, I was a HUGE FAN for Hatsune Miku. I used to own a cosplay that cost nearly P2000 (Philippine Pesos) [$55 AUD] from Comic Ally. And don’t get me started with my iTunes library.

I was even lucky to meet Hachioji P (a famous Vocaloid/Music Producer in Japan) and was able to get a signed CD back in 2016.

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Hatsune Miku is famous around the world, with concerts in Asia and even reaching the USA at one point. The singer performs via holograms on stage so costume changes are quick and techies are able to make the changes magical (as it’s all holograms).

I’d also like to point out the rumors about Elvis and Michael Jackson having each and every syllable recorded/obtained and it’s possible for other people to create songs using their voices. I really don’t know if this was true though… but that was a giant rumor back in the day. Or the fact that virtual concerts exist for singers who can no longer perform.

Aimi Eguchi – the CGI singer

Aimi Eguchi is a singer for the J-pop band AKB48. She is composed of parts of former members of the J-pop girl group and her voice was provided by another member of the group.

Basically – they made a fake/virtual singer look real.

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Scary right???

So why am I telling you this?

This episode talks about how Ashley’s Aunt/Manager was willing to create a virtual singer out of her using technology. And knowing how good the Vocaloid program is and how many music producers made a career out of this… it’s possible that this will happen.

One of the main messages that you hear EARLY ON in the episode is how Ashley composes her music through her dreams. That once she gets an idea, she needs to immediately capture it.

“You know how I wrote all my early songs in my dreams, recorded them and put them on YouTube? Well, that song is me saying “look how far I made it. And if I did it, so can you”– Ashley too ( Rachel, jack, and ashley too)'

It’s then seen later on that the manager, as well her “team”, need (the original) Ashley to be unconscious to extract data out of her mind. And that data is her song compositions. They’re digging deep into her subconscious just to make a profit.

The dark truth of the music industry

One of the final things I want to point out is how dark the music industry can be as presented in the episode. In this day and age, we have the choice to remain independent or to sign a label. And sometimes, signing up to something could lead to having to remain a certain image in order to to appeal to the masses.

Hatari – The award-winning, anti-capitalist, BDSM-inspired, Icelandic performance art group, has an unreleased song called ‘Klámstrákur‘. Under the comments of a deleted audio recording of their live performance in Eurosonic Noorderslag (so not this one in this post), someone analyzed the song, saying it’s about how Klemens (the singer) enjoying his “Hatari persona” and how Matthias (the guy screaming) is somewhat disappointed towards Klemens, telling him he’s a “porn boy/Klámstrákur“.

You can read the open discussion over on Reddit. But a lot of the discussion is about the idea of selling your image or sticking within a profitable persona.

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Rachel, Jack, and Ashley Too showcase this dark side of the music industry… or any entertainment industry for that matter. Once you have a set image and it’s somewhat sellable, as much as possible, you have to stick with it. You either enjoy it or be ashamed of it and try to escape it.

And Ashley, she tries to escape it but is stopped by her aunt.

Overall

I really liked this episode a lot and the way Miley Cyrus portrayed Ashley was on point. I feel like Miley somewhat relates to what Ashley has been through when it came to her escaping her image as “Hannah Montana/A Disney Girl“.

This episode was not as dark compared to other episodes and Bandersnach but I did enjoy it and love seeing how it compares and is similar to what I’m aware off in the music industry.

#review #2019 #black mirror #music #netflix #Youtube #Instagram

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Pjo influencer au hcs?

Literally so mad I can't find the messages I had w Yona :( @tsigililimclean / @royharper (who has the best hcs ever stan Yona or die)

anyway :

goes w/o saying they're a known friendgroup ect and the internet?? has sm theories on them fdfggf

Percy : you know those family/couple youtubers/bloggers?? that's them. does gf/bf challenges-the only reason they aren't cancelled is because they're actually v cute and love each other but. thin ice. even more popular for sitting in the back of Annabeths vids listening to her infodump w heart eyes. somewhat of a cryptid on his actual personal media. does not answer personal questions. people will be like?? why do you know x or did x happen and he's like <3 read at 5:23. great at snapchat and facebook. banned from twitter.

Annabeth : see above, also has a youtube series where she explains stuff. not quite breadtube but adjacent. and i'm sorry to say but you know she has L*ndsay Ellis vibes when reviewing media :( shit at social media save for youtube , facebook, & pinterest (has a really really popular pinterest-literally her main site)

Rachel : lotta diy vids!! def gets clowned on for doing those whilst being rich but most people appreciate the fact she tries the hacks to see if they work because she can afford to waste the money. also and I'm sorry but you know it's true. def a weird asmr girl. lotta painting vids. most popular on tumblr/snapchat/youtube. also banned from twitter

Jason : try guys type vids w Leo and Piper (along w a podcast) except he's actually getting dragged along and doesn't want to be there. has a booktube. has social media stuff for contacting friends (Nico) ect but also. just doesn't understand any of it. still has the default icon on most of them. the internet is in a constant frenzy trying to figure out if hes that Jason Grace. no one gets how and why he knows these people

Leo : see above except he likes pyrotechnics, also twitch streamer. banned from twitter constantly making new accounts. really fun snapchat, insta, & tiktok does not update his stuff enough to justify the amount of followers he has.

Pipes : see above also I'm sorry but. leftube but in a valid not annoying way. also def a lgbt+ commentary channel, reaction channel very popular for reacting to and mocking her dads films. does a lot of beading tutorials. Very popular public twitter because she's like. her dads kid. not very popular private twitter she actually uses. really popular insta and extremely popular tiktok

Frank : niche tiktoker where he posts his archery vids but is most popular for posting vids of/with his more popular friends :(. twitch streamer, pro mythomagic player-known for streaming w Nico & Hazel more than anything else. has a facebook and snap-does not have anything else. shockingly was the first one from their group to be banned from twitter for threatening to kill someone

Hazel : comically popular tiktoker (shares account w Nico so their followers are p split), posts horse vids otherwise is just known for being Nico's adorable lil sis and appearing in his stream/games (along with his friends)

Drew : really popular makeup/fashion blogger on literally all sites. genuinely so pissed Nico was verified before her. everyone gueststars on her channel for makeovers. Will and her had a very public relationship and subsequent breakup but to everyones surprise Nico probs guest appears on her channel more than anyone but maybe Rachel. appears on his mythomagic stream. posts a lot of very popular cosplay vids once she embraces her nerdy side . famous for getting into discourse

Clarisse : stopped posting because she didn't like all the inappropriate comments on her workout pics/vids ect but is starting to do it again. tiktok/insta lesbian icon

Will : see Drew, also has a decently popular tiktok for his music, along w an insta/snapchat. along with that he does sign and acoustic covers of popular songs. niche youtube but is popular to his target audience. wants to be voiceplay big someday but his channel and group just isn't there yet. appears on Nico's game stream.

Reyna : guests on sm channels. also and I'm sorry but she does true crime/ghost stories whilst doing makeup/hair tutorials. otherwise does a lot of politcal vids. famous for not getting into discourse. on Nico's game stream. has a twitter but only for events. otherwise just. isn't into social media that much tbh. literally just wants to look at horse vids

Nico my bestie : I'm sorry but the absolute Eugene try guys energy he has. has a wildy popular channel where he posts everything from diy vids, to how to play vids, to tutorials, alot of niche history vids. some leftube vids, some ,makeup vids...his range. appears on like everyones stream. pro twitch streamer where he plays vintage arcade games whilst infodumping on completely random topics. has a very popular mythomagic & dnd stream going on w some of his friends. verified on everything. no one can figure out how he's posting pics from paris and new orleans in the same afternoon. gets banned from twitter all the time but has a sep stan twitter that's even more popular. lot of really cool pics on intsa and snapchat (really just him telling people where he is rn), lotta Cr*pplepunk stuff, lgbt+ stuff, & Romani activism. doesn't get into drama but always ends it. known for having & posting receipts. sorry to say also has a popular tumblr..like...you just know he has like 6 diff blogs for his hyperfixations :)

#pjo hcs #nico di angelo #percy jackson #annabeth chase #hazel levesque #frank zhang #jason grace #piper mclean #leo valdez #drew tanaka #long post #asks #anon

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dippedanddripped · 3 years

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Old Nollywood aesthetics and fashion may be considered trendy today, but the films were not always so well-regarded. In the 90s and early 2000s, when these movies were made and watched in parlours across Nigerian homes as they were shot, straight-to-video, they were considered as bad entertainment, or ‘low culture’. To watch and enjoy Nollywood films was to celebrate mediocrity. But today, nostalgic young Millennials and Gen Zers are overlooking the jarring audio, grainy pictures, and sometimes hammy acting, to appreciate not only the grooming and style of the actors, but the original and diverse stories that reflect unique Nigerian experiences.

It was for this reason that sisters Tochi and Ebele Anueyiagu started Nolly Babes, a nostalgic Instagram account dedicated to celebrating the cinematic period’s women. Started in December 2017, their first post was of Nollywood’s biggest star Genevieve Nnaji; a still taken from 2004 film Sharon Stone In Abuja, directed by Adim Williams. Nnaji plays the titular character, a sexually liberated young woman who uses her beauty and charm to ensnare unassuming men into doing her bidding.

The account is an ode to the female characters of old Nollywood who were often portrayed as warning examples. The storylines were steeped in moral principles rooted in the patriarchal culture and the dominant Christian religion of Southern Nigeria. A large number of the female characters were considered immoral because they kissed other women, challenged men, smoked and drank, or wore mini skirts. Today, Nolly Babes and similar accounts are reimagining these women, taking their scenes out of the moralistic context of the films, and turning them into iconic feminist personas.

The first time Nollywood content seeped into the mainstream internet consciousness can be traced back to 2017 when videos of Nollywood’s favourite comedic duo Chinedu Ikedieze and Osita Iheme, better known as Aki and Pawpaw, rose to popularity due mostly to the influence of a now-defunct Twitter account @nollywoodroll ran by Nicole, a woman based in Brazil.

Their memes became the go-to reaction videos for expressing a wide range of emotions: joy, disappointment, sadness, frustration. The appeal was in seeing children making mischief or in adult situations – drinking beer and smoking cigars, wooing bigger women, or in oversized suits shouting instructions at people twice their size. Although both Ikedieze and Iheme were in their 20s in the early 2000s when most of the films were made, they mostly played children because of their body stature. By 2019, the memes had achieved such virality that brands like Rihanna’s Fenty would use them for social media clout.

Theodora Imaan Beauvais is the curator of Yung Nollywood, another archive of clips and stills from old Nollywood paying homage to its controversial female characters, after screenshotting moments from Nollywood she found “appealing or inspirational”. Yung Nollywood is remarkably distinct from Nolly Babes for its subtitling of the films’ stills from Nollywood films, something she attributes to Tumblr. While the idea to give witty captions to the actors’ facial expressions came from watching Netflix. “I thought, ‘If someone could describe Nollywood reactions in short phrases it’d be an art form on its own,’ and I became that someone.’”

In December 2019, Tochi and Ebele hosted a Nollywood-themed party in Lagos. Nollywood actor and musician Nonso Bassey attended the party dressed in a two-piece jean set and bucket hat, a signature look of the bad boy/alpha male archetype, and a role reprised multiple times by older actors such as Hanks Anuku, Emeka Ike, and Jim Iyke. Since that party, Nonso has attended social functions and premieres in outfits that make a nod to the fashion choices of that era of Nollywood. He insists, though, that he isn’t cosplaying Nollywood characters of that era. “I’ve always been attracted to the idea of merging old world charm with a new school approach,” he said.

The party caused a cultural stir amongst Nigerians and Africans both at home and in the diaspora – every other week, there seems to be a Nollywood-themed party held either in Lagos or London. Take for instance friends and business partners Imani Okunubi and Aseosa Uwagboe, two Nigerian-British kids who grew up in the UK. Nollywood was one of the ways they could connect back to their roots. That experience informs their event brand, Lasgidi to London, targeted at Nigerians living in the UK. “We wanted to create events that were reminiscent of the Naija hall parties (Owambe) we attended as kids, as we don’t want to see that culture die,” Aseosa said. Their next owambe is a Nollywood-themed party and guests are expected to come dressed in their “best nolly Y2K aesthetic”.

Below, the Nolly Babes sisters talk about creating and hosting the first Nollywood-themed party and the cultural moment it has inspired.

How did that first event come about – please take me through it, from the planning to how it turned out?

Nolly Babes: From the inception of Nolly Babes, we knew we had to throw a party. Fashion is a huge part of what makes Nolly Babes different from other Nollywood-themed pages and we knew we were the only ones that could set Nolly Babes as the dress code and have people commit as they did. There are many iconic Nollywood scenes and scenarios. The daughter meeting her evil mother-in-law, the ominous visit to the Babalawo, the campus stroll – just the mere mention of these scenes evokes images that have been embedded in the minds of our fellow Nollywood enthusiasts. The party scene is probably the most iconic of them all. Whether it’s in a club, a mansion while mum and dad are out of town (but coming home early to crash the whole thing) or poolside, the Nolly Babes party scene has its staples: mad music, dancing, and sick outfits.

December in Lagos is notoriously hectic. On each day, there are day parties, beach hangouts, concerts, and we just knew we had to be a part of it. Our flyer was the first thing we made sure was done right, and that has been replicated (but never duplicated) many many times. We went through at least six drafts of that until we got the flyer to be a realistic replica of the home video covers from the golden era. The DJs Kemi Lijadu and vIVENDII Sounds understood the assignment and played music from the Nolly Babes era. We’re talking Tony Tetuila, Mo Hitz, Wande Coal, Plantation Boyz… We curated a special cocktail menu: Genny Colladas, Jim Iyke’s Hard Lemonade, MargaRita Dominic, and our Lagos Island Iced Tea, in tribute to Nollywood stars Genevieve Nnaji, Jim Iyke, and Rita Dominic respectively. We had a video projection on the famous red wall at Nok showing a mashup of emblematic scenes. We were partying while seeing images of a young Jim Iyke dressed just like many of the attendees were dressed. It was magical! We have an event we’re planning in New York for the summer – it’s going to be a madness.

Did you envisage it becoming the cultural movement it’s now become?

Nolly Babes: We really didn’t. We hosted the party because we knew people were taking inspiration from our page for styling jobs and music video treatments, and wanted to give everyone a chance to recreate some of their favourite looks. Now every week we see people planning Nollywood-themed parties and sending people to our page for references. It’s awesome. Toke Makinwa even recently attended a Nolly Babes-themed party and she was dressed as a character we have immortalised – Regina Askia in President’s Daughter. She killed it! Even though the character wasn’t referenced, it was clear as day and it was awesome to see that she pulled it off! Honestly, when we see people really pay attention to detail and execute the theme well it’s so, so dope.

How has TikTok helped grow Nollywood's influence? You posted a scene from Girls Cot, the famous “you stink with poverty” clip on TikTok and it went viral and birthed these recreations even by non-Africans.

Nolly Babes: We’re just happy to see that another aspect of Nollywood that we champion – the iconic scenes and one-liners – is also resonating across the world. We see Nolly Babes as an archival work and as much as we focus on beauty and looks on Instagram, it’s nice to be able to point people in the direction of the scenes that are forever embedded in our brains. These are scenes we recreated in jest ourselves before there was even a Nolly Babes to begin with, so to see it catching on TikTok is exciting and a new frontier for us to fully explore. I think what distinguishes Nolly Babes from other Nollywood pages and what contributes to our TikTok success is that we really watch Nollywood movies. We grew up watching these movies and continue to do so now so we can capture those moments in films that the casual consumer or poster of Nollywood content might not.

What are your thoughts on Nollywood’s influence on the Alté scene? Music videos of artists such as Lady Donli and Odunsi nod to the aesthetic and fashion styles of that era.

Nolly Babes: Nollywood, and specifically the aesthetic we have shone a spotlight on, is probably one of the biggest influences in terms of visuals in that scene right now. I have never seen so many Eucharia (Anunobi) eyebrows on TV and we love it! It’s awesome to see our images and scenes being used in treatments and storyboards. If we’re being candid, we think it would be great if we got the chance to step into our stylist/creative direction bag and help with the execution of the aesthetic.

“The bottom line is really that Nolly Babes has brought what was already an international cultural influence to the modern social media realm with a new lens” – Nolly Babes

How far do you see Nollywood's influence on pop culture, beyond Nigeria and Africa?

Nolly Babes: When we moved to New York we found our Dominican and South American friends had also grown up watching Nollywood films. The bottom line is really that Nolly Babes has brought what was already an international cultural influence to the modern social media realm with a new lens. Nollywood clips were online everywhere – but it was always in a comedic way. Aki and PawPaw are meme gods now, and that’s because their expressions transcend cultural boundaries. Black Twitter eats that stuff up.

Nolly Babes chooses to center the beauty, style, and iconic imagery, even the home decor with our #NollyDecor hashtag of the golden era of Nollywood. We share the makeup, accessories, fashion, iconic phrases, and scenes in a way that isn’t just comedic but inspirational and aesthetically groundbreaking. I see Nollywood being at the centre of this Y2K resurgence that is happening all over the world, from TV to runways and fashion collections. That era is coming back around and, this time, the Black experience is being revisited and centered in a way it wasn’t back in the late 90s and 2000s. (Black people) were always the originators of the trends and this time they’re tapping into the source and Nollywood, particularly the era we celebrate as Nolly Babes, is a great resource for that.

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