#do you know how hard it is to try and draw proper guitar chords and you gotta hit me with 'theres only three strings here actually'

[crystalpallette]

my best friend, onstage ringo, who I spent every last one of my magic gems on and pulled exactly zero of

#puyo puyo #ringo ando #my art #anyway i was (machine) translating her flavor text and monologue lines that were on nexus #and one of them said 'im getting closer to my dream' and augh i was just so emotional about it. i stayed up til 2 am to draw this #(then i went to bed and finished it this morning) #and also like i love you girl but why the hell has your guitar only got three strings #do you know how hard it is to try and draw proper guitar chords and you gotta hit me with 'theres only three strings here actually' #anyway i tried to make it an a chord (shes an a girl and also its one that only requires 3 strings) but i dont know how well that turned ou #its also dual shift because i love her mega form from 7? i was looking at ds/ep change for a bit but i decided on dual shift for this one #maybe ill draw a ds/ep ringo next time! #my stuff

[luvrxbunny]

sweet

pairing: bf!Eddie Munson x f!reader

summary: Eddie is trying to see what it takes for you to ask him for help.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, praise kink, dry humping, cum in pants (lmk if i forgot anything)

wc: 2.2k

a/n: i blacked out after two sentences i have no clue where the rest came from. apparently i was too horny to give a proper ending?

Eddie can see your hyper-focus on your hands, his heart is melting at the way you’re trying so hard to follow what he showed you even though he knows you can’t focus when you’re high. 

It’s 10:37 pm, you and Eddie are high and he’s been trying to teach you the chords to his new song for 20 minutes now. He’s chuckling quietly as your fingers fumble over the strings again, drawing a frustrated whine from your mouth. 

“Aww, It’s okay, baby. You’re doing much better than you were earlier! You’re actually picking this up way faster than I thought you would.” Eddie is genuine when he says it but it’s your reaction that changes that.. that changes his intentions. He watches your face as he praises you, he watches your eyes glaze over, and your lips part gently as a soft smile spreads over your face. 

“Th- Thank you, Eddie. That’s so nice of you, thank you.” You sound so out of it. It shocks Eddie for a moment but makes perfect sense. He thinks of all the time you ask him for help with your studies, even though he knows you know the material. He thinks of all the time he cheers for you after getting the right answer, how he praises you and calls you his smart girl. He thinks of all the times you bake for him, asking for him to taste test them even though you’ve made the recipe a million times, he thinks about his exaggerated moans of delight, how he would get on his knees and beg you to make him a batch. 

He thinks about times exactly like this one, when he’s playing his guitar for you and you beg him to teach you. He thinks about how quickly you pick them up and how you beam at him when you finally get it. The only difference now is that you’re higher than he’s ever seen you. 

You wanted to celebrate for midterms so Eddie rolled you a blunt instead of his usual joints. Of course, his little lightweight got high out of her mind. You got so soft and cuddly that he could’ve never denied you when you asked him real nice to teach you the new chords. 

He comes out of his thoughts just in time for him to hear you nail the part you’ve been struggling with, perfectly. His blood rushes to his cock when he notices the way you look up at him, expectantly, almost… desperately. “Such a good job, baby.” It comes out more sultry than he meant it to but he’s never been able to hide his emotions with you. 

He watches your eyebrows, twitch in confusion but you don’t break his gaze. You’re waiting for more. He has to take a deep breath as his sensitive tip presses against the zipper of his jeans. His hands are twitching at his sides as he gets up, leaving his desk and making his way to where you sit on his bed. “That was amazing, honey. You’re better than I am, you’re perfect.”

He watches your thighs tense, trying to rub together as your hips lift to press you against his guitar as you get a faraway look in your eyes. You’re looking right at him as you grind yourself into his guitar, he doesn’t think you even realize you’re doing it. He lays down next to you, watching your bottom lip tuck under your teeth as you shake your head with a small smile. “No, not better than you, Eds. I could never beat the best, baby.” 

Eddie has to actively bite back a moan at the pet name, he feels like he’s gonna fucking pass out as all his blood rushes south. He knows you’re trying, he knows you’re trying to turn him on, asking him to make you feel good without actually saying the words. 

He’s told you time and time again how hot your pet names get him, he knows it’s silly but he cannot help it. Every time you speak to him with any ounce of sweetness he’s fattening up in his jeans. “But you’re perfect then?” He presses his hips forward, loving the pressure your plush thighs provide against his throbbing cock. His eyes almost roll back as he watches a silent moan fall from your mouth as your hips twitch, forward first against his guitar but back again to press into his boner. 

He smiles and raises an eyebrow at you, challenging you. You never initiate. He knows you’re shy, he knows it’s hard for you. He knows he’s all of your firsts but he needs— he craves to hear you beg him- to hear you ask him to touch you. He’s insecure, he can’t have this be so one-sided. He wants to see how far he has to push you before you say something. 

You’re nodding at him desperately. “Yes- Yes, I’m perfect.” He’s smiling so fondly at your agreement, his dick twitching painfully in his pants. He knows you feel it by the way your hips twitch, pathetically confused and you whine. It’s short and cut off as you turn to put his guitar away, placing it gently on the ground. You brush his cock and give him a beautiful view of your ass in the process. He’s silently begging you to say something, he doesn’t know how long he can keep this up. 

You turn back around and just stare at him, waiting for him to say something. He watches confusion bloom over your face, your head tilting like a puppy. He mimics your action with a teasing smile. “Do you have something to ask me, baby?” He watches realization and dread spread over your features. 

“Eddie…” Your thighs are rubbing together, nervously or for friction. He doesn’t falter, just looks at you expectantly as you pout. His hips are subconsciously thrusting up into the air, getting hot under your gaze. You press your hand to your forehead, astonishingly stressed at this seemingly simple task. Eddie considers letting up as he analyzes the distress on your face but you speak up. 

“Eddie can you-” You whine and avert your gaze. “Can you make me feel good? I—“ You huff out a breath of embarrassment. “I want you to make me cum… please.” His heart bursts at how nicely you ask. He’s taking a slow deep breath, trying to calm himself before answering you but you take his silence as a demand for more. “Eddie please!” You sound so upset, it's so cute. It makes him so hard. “Please, I- I need it. I need you, Eddie, please.” You’re still not looking at him as you whine. 

Eddie turns your head and smashes his lips into yours just to shut you up. If you had kept rambling about how bad you need him he would’ve cum in his pants. “Yeah. Yeah, I can make you feel good, baby. What do you wanna do, pretty girl? We can do whatever you want. You asked me so nicely, honey. You’re so sweet.” 

He’s desperate and all over you as he speaks. His hands are in your hair as he kisses all over your face and down your neck. You feel like you could suffocate in his need for you, it rushes over you and makes you need him more. “Your- Can we- Eddie.” 

He’s biting into your neck as you try to answer. You can feel him smirking in your neck as you struggle to answer him. “ ‘M sorry, baby. Go on, talk. You’re doing so well, honey.” He pulls himself closer to you so he can press his bulge into you again, his eyes fully rolling back at the pressure this time. “I want you to…. fingermeplease?” He moans at the way you rush out the last part of the sentence but still manage to use your manners. 

“You want me to finger you, baby? Fuck, yeah. I can do that. Mhm. You wanna sit between my legs? Let me open you up and play?” You’re nodding frantically and whining against his face as he lets filth spill from his lips. “Yeah? Will ‘ya squirm, honey? No, no I bet you’ll stay put like a good girl, huh?” 

He pummels you with his embarrassingly arousing words as he gets up to take his pants off (as you do the same), leaving his boxers and situating himself against the headboard. His thick thighs spread wide over his bed, leaving room for you to crawl between them. You don’t move though, you’re too mesmerized by the way his cock is pressing against the fabric, leaking into it and leaving a rapidly spreading dark spot. It can’t help but twitch as you admire him, he can’t take it; the hungry yet somehow innocent look in your eyes as you crawl towards him. 

Normally this is the part where you turn around, your legs spread and trembling over his as he shoves his fingers in your pretty pussy over and over until you’re quivering around his fingers, moaning and gripping his hair behind you desperately. Normally this is the part when he presses his boner to your lower back, thrusting against you in time with his fingers, imagining that it’s actually his cock inside you and willing himself not to cum when he pictures it for too long. 

Instead, you lift yourself to your knees. His face becomes level with your panties, his hips thrusting into the air as he groans at the pink bow resting on the band. You put your hands on his shoulder and slowly lower yourself onto his lap, letting out the sweetest moan as his soaked cock pushes into your dripping lips. His hands come up to your hips and force you down to him rougher than he meant to when he hears the sweetest whimper of “Oh, Eddie” slip from your throat. 

“Oh my fucking god, baby. You feel incredible, so fucking perfect. I can’t take it. Mm- Oh— What happened? I- I thought you wanted my fingers, sweetheart?” He’s throwing his head back and groaning when you collapse into him, leaning your weight on his bulge. You’re huffing out like you’re gonna cum, looking up at him with your pretty, glazed over, fucked out, high as fuck eyes. 

“I dunno, Eddie. I- It looked like he was- like he was crying for me.” Your hips stutter with a moan as your eyes roll back, Eddie’s hard cock rubbing against your clit perfectly. He feels like he’s gonna cum as you confess. It confounding to him; how you can say the most whorish things in the sweetest way. 

“You are in-fucking-credible, my love. I have no clue how you do this to me. I’m already so close, baby. You’re so amazing, so soft for me, love.” His eyes roll back and he’s losing it.

“You’re gonna make me cum— fuck. Holy shit—faster. Oh-h f-fuck me faster, baby. I love you so much. I- I’m gonna cum so hard. I- dammit. I wanna make you cum first. L-lemme make you cum first- shi-itt.”

You’re rabid against him, your hips moving at a pace that has him weak. You have him questioning who’s in control. He’s wound even tighter when he feels your hips falter, losing their rhythm as your mini whines evolve into desperate moans. “H-Help- Ed—” 

Your breathing is scattered as you whine and twitch against him. “Yeah, I’ve got you, baby.” He grabs your hips and grinds you against him, lifting his hips to meet your heavenly pussy and pressing magnificently into your clit. It has your hands digging into his shoulders, dropping down to his waist as you hug yourself to him. You’re moaning into his ear as he feels your thighs tensing on his sides.

“T-tell me-” You whine higher, more pathetically than he’s heard all night, his cock pulses, spurting out a dangerous amount of pre-cum into his boxers. “Tell me I’m good. T-Tell me I’m pretty—” You cut yourself off with a gasp as you buck your hips against him, a newfound energy coursing through you. “Oh- please- please tell me I’m pretty.”

Eddie’s right on the edge, moaning so loud he wouldn’t be surprised if the whole trailer park heard him. “YES- Yes, oh my god. You’re so beautiful, my love. You’re a fucking goddess among peasants. You’re a flower in a field of fucking hay, you’re my dream. You’re my soulmate.” He dissolves into a whine as you cum against him. You’re moaning into his shoulder, trying to muffle yourself in his shirt but you’re too loud. 

“There you go, fuck yes. Good girl— Oh shit. I’m gonna-” His eyes are in the back of his skull before he can finish. His hips twitching insanely and spurting out an outrageous amount of cum into the fabric of your panties. He’s panting as he tries to come down but you’re deliriously humping him. Forcing more ropes of cum into his boxers, he just can’t seem to stop. 

“Oh. Oh my god- I- I can’t stop. You’re such a good girl. Mine. My good girl. Askin’ me to make you feel good, takin’ what you need. God-” A ragged moan bubbles out of him as his cock finally stops drenching your poor panties. 

thank you so much for reading!! please please please give any feedback you may have! I want it all! also if you liked it please take a look at my masterlist!

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[airi-p4]

Face up (songfic) - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Epilogue

Remember my illustrated fic + comic ‘The listening’? I started writing this other songfic around that time, since the song is by the same author. This is everything I could finish for Wipril... *sigh*

Inspired by the song ‘Face up’ by Lights. (Lyrics in bold)

Summary:  Marientte is tired. Busy with work, unmotivated and uninspired; her life has become monotonous and lifeless. Regretful for neglecting her friendship with Alya, she finally accepts her invitation to go out one Friday evening to a pirate themed bar called 'Liberty', in which according to Nino, an 'incredible amazing guitarist' was going to play...

AO3

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Chapter 1

' I shouldn't have come '

A mountain of files and clothes are piled on Marinette's desk. Work, work, work and more work. It had been a while now since Marinette's life has been revolving only around her jobs and studies. Days. Weeks. Months. She felt like a robot programmed just for that sole purpose.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was tired. 

And so was also her best friend Alya, fed up of being turned down whenever she asked her to go out somewhere together.

But not that evening: Alya and Nino decided to drag Marinette out of her lonely apartment, to let her enjoy a proper and well deserved break after days without seeing the daylight. 'How can a 21 year old Lady not go out and have fun!? ' Alya had asked her. And she had been forced to accept, out of the regret of constantly failing and neglecting their friendship.

The chosen place for their friendly meeting was a musical bar on a ship called 'Liberty'. Small round tables and some stools were ready to be used for its consumers, 2-4 seats for table. Some wooden benches with comfortable looking cushions at the sides of the bar and some stand-by tables outside were also part of the ship's furniture. Both outside and interior design seemed to be trying to imitate a pirate ship with dark wooden flooring, walls, stage and counter. Some vintage rock music related posters were on the wall, next to treasure maps and, surprisingly, they still managed to keep the pirate theme on point. The counter was just at the entrance and the lights were focused mostly to the stage at the back of the bar, making the lighting quite low for the guests- 'too dark to draw' , Marinette confirmed.

According to Nino, the best thing about this bar was that, on Friday nights, it held multiple artists performances from 8pm to 12pm, an hour each. And according to him, some awesome guitarist was playing at 11pm. His eyes were showing his contagious enthusiasm and Alya soon got excited too.

But Marinette's mind was not focused on the bar or the music. It was 10:25pm, and Alya had dragged Marinette there early- at 8:40- so they could get a table- the limited seat capacity and amount of customers surely proved it was necessary, but she couldn't focus on her surroundings as in her head thousands of work-related thoughts occupied her mind.

To draw, sew, bake, study and to sleep in order to work more, all in an endless loop. That had been Marinette's routine for weeks, and she had no intentions of stopping until she finished all her constantly coming errands- but they were endless. She felt like a robot programmed only to work and she almost forgot what free time was.

'I want to go home', the aspiring fashion designer kept repeating to herself.

 But the guests of the bar seemed to favor her best friend's ideas: enjoying the music. Marinette's eyes took a minute to observe her surroundings, noticing how crowded the bar was getting as 11pm approached. At her side, Marinette could see how excited Alya and the recently arrived Nino were, clapping and dancing next to her.

 But Marinette was not feeling it. Not at all. 

 A big sigh left her mouth as she used the table as she played unamused with the melting ice cubes from her drink, trying to ignore the strident rock background music. She was exhausted and not in the mood for 'fun'. She was tired and her eyelids were slowly closing, but just when her mind started to find its way to dreamland, Alya called for her attention.

 "Look, Marinette! The guests in the second row middle table are about to leave! It's our chance to get a closer seat to the stage!"

 "Ugh…"

 The stage was just a few steps away, but it seemed like kilometers to the young woman. 

 "C'mon, Marinette! Nino secured the seats! Grab your drink and stuff and let's go over here!"

 Exhaustion and somnolence confused Marinette's senses while Alya jolted and called her. 

 "C'mooon… Nino can't keep looking for our seats forever! Not when there are so many people eyeing up those stools!"

 Marinette knew Alya was correct. And not only that: she was pretty impatient and intense, too, so she was well aware that refusing her was almost impossible.

 Finally, she made it to the closer to the stage table and had a slurp of her drink. 'Maybe Alya is right and I can try to enjoy the live performances?' . 

 She tried, yes. But nothing. She wasn't feeling the music.

'When will I be able to have fun too? When will I be able to have a rest and forget about work? When will I be able to enjoy life? When will I be able to LIVE my life…? '

 I just want to feel alive

She was stressed. No inspiration seemed to strike her lately, and she had been too busy to go look for it. And honestly, she didn't expect to find some in this old-fashioned dark pirate themed bar. With those thoughts, Marinette rested her head on her hands wishing for the time to go faster so she could already go back home. 

The bar became more than full when the clock pointed to 11pm. 

Marinette frowned her eyebrows. "Can I go home now that the performance is over?" She asked. 

Alya directed her a deathly glare and Nino gasped in shock. "No way, dudette! You can't be serious!" The boy then pointed to their surroundings. "See? All these people gathered here to see the musician I told you about! His talent is no joke, just look at that!" An excited Nino commented, showing her how people were even waiting outside of the bar and even outside the ship in order to listen to his music, as she could see through the round fisheye windows. Was it even allowed to have so many guests on the ship? Wasn't it overcrowded? Or going to sink? Marinette worried. 'Why should I worry when I'm already sinking myself, huh? '

"I'm getting all excited already!! Look at that, Marinette" Alya commented. But Marinette was not answering. She was playing with a straw in between her teeth, instead. "Marinette!!" Her friend insisted, but emerging turbulent bubbles on her drink was her only response.

"Oh, look! He's here!" Nino suddenly exclaimed, and both her friends seemed to forget about her to focus on the stage. 'Maybe it's my chance to leave when they aren't looking' , she thought, but she had to wait until Alya's arm stopped being linked with hers to make her move. She hoped for that moment to be soon.

"Wohooo" the crowd became loud immediately after Nino's said guitarist appeared on the stage from the back door. 

 Marinette didn't even look. She wasn't interested. She just wanted to get home, finish her work, sleep, and get some well deserved hot bath to relax.

"Good evening. My name is Luka. Wow, so crowded today! I can see some new faces... Hi there. Thank you all for coming"

'His voice sounds nice' Marinette thought, taking a quick look at him for the first time: blue hair, tattoos, piercings and an electric guitar on his hands. There was a stool ready for him, but he was not using it. His aura definitely stood out and he was glowing in the stage lights.

Before starting, he played a few random notes, to check the guitar and the volume. The crowd was excited just with that. Not interested in the music, Marinette let her mind travel to her work space again, taking mental notes on how to proceed with her commissions when she made it home.

"Today's first song is an oldie: 'Space show' by CrocoDuo" 

It took only an instant for the aura of the bar to change completely. The audience was losing it at the combined sound of his voice and guitar. Some young women were fangirling and squealing. Nino's eyes were sparkling and Alya's body moved, dancing along with the music. 

'He's good' Marinette thought, trying to stop her fingers from tapping on her chin at the music's rhythm. As the song was close to its end, during its instrumental part, the blue haired young man took a big look at the audience, grinning at the excited crowd. Marinette closed her eyes and tried to focus again on her mental work, frowning her nose and eyebrows hard, trying hard to concentrate on finding whatever inspiration she could in the music. But she didn't seem to get it right.

As the last notes of the song elongated, the musician spoke again. 

"Oooh? What do we have here…? Don't you know the rules, lady? No sad faces allowed on this ship!"

Marinette was unaware the guitarist was talking to her until Alya bumped her elbow to her ribs to catch her attention and pointed to the stage. 

"What?"

She was surprised to find the guitarist staring at her eyes. ' He's handsome ' her inner self told her when their eyes locked and she was feeling called by its blueness. Her smile remained unseen, confused and unsure if it was really her the one he was talking to, but her heart skipped at the eye contact.

"Yes, there, the lady on the second row, you… you seem to be feeling like this" he said, and then played some chords that seemed to describe the feelings of her repetitive, uninspired and unmotivated life perfectly. 

She felt like her secret had just been exposed to all the customers of the bar. Embarrassment was too much to handle, and she kept her head low. As the famous song says: 'Killing me softly with his song'.

"A beautiful lady like you deserves to feel something like this" he said, and the music this time brought her back to her cheerful and happy childhood memories, something she hadn't felt for years. ' Wow. How can he do it? ' 

"Let me try to cheer you up". He placed his electric guitar aside and grabbed his acoustic instead. After adjusting it, he sat on the stool and brought the microphone to his mouth. Then, a totally different melancholic sound started filling the bar as he tested the strings. The audience seemed pleased and curious. "That's rare for him" Nino whispered, making Marinette's eyes open even bigger.

Suddenly, accurately and quickly, his eyes darted to meet directly at Marinette's eyes, with a soft but determined gaze that conflicted Marinette's unprepared heart. 

The times you don't wanna wake up

'Cause in your sleep it's never over when you give up

 'Wow… I surely look depressed, don't I?' Marinette thought, surprised of how the lyrics fit with her daily thoughts.

 The sun is always gonna rise up

You need to get up, gotta keep your head up

 Look at the people all around you

The way you feel is something everybody goes through

 Marinette then looked at Alya and Nino, who were nodding with a sympathetic smile at her. The rest of the people at the bar seemed to agree with the lyrics too, nostalgic smiles on their peaceful faces. ' Is it ok to feel like this? Am I really not alone? ' The song continued.

 Dark out, but you still gotta light up

You need to wake up, gotta keep your face up

 The lyrics were surely… encouraging. Marinette could feel her heart become lighter and more confident, relaxed too. She then focused again on the guitarist, who had a kind expression on his face that almost made her fall for him. Almost ? 

"C'mon, everybody, help me cheer this pretty lady up!" he said, his smile softly widening as he repeated the lyrics of the song. Soon, the audience joined to sing with him and Marinette felt embarrassed but touched at the kindness of all those strangers towards her. Alya put a supportive hand on her shoulder too, encouraging her to join the chorus.

 And finally her face lit up and she started singing a little after remembering the lyrics. Her face was not looking down anymore and an honest shy smile was finally on her face. 

Alya looked relieved, while Nino had an: ' I told you he was good ' smirk on his face. Meanwhile, the guitarist never stopped smiling at her. 

Luka's gaze was dangerous for Marinette's heart, as a pleasant warmth began to occupy it. A feeling she hadn't felt for a long time was now threatening to stay, sinking deeper inside her heart with every syllable he sang. 

"See? That's much better. You have a beautiful smile. Don't hide it!" Marinette blushed at his compliment and she couldn't stop smiling like a lovestruck fool.

 After winking at her, Luka continued with his performance. "Ready to enjoy some rock and roll now? Next is 'Rock Giant' by Jagged Stone" 

Marinette's favorite song. Did he know that too? ' Wow! It sounds even better than the original' . As soon as he started to play and sing Jagged's most iconic melody, Marinette was finally loosened up to enjoy the music. It was the fastest an hour that had passed for her while having fun. Wow . And she was grinning at the excitement, while trying not to freak out at the short glances and smiles the musician directed to her from time to time, or the long stares she pretended to not notice. She could notice her heart beating again after what it seemed like an eternity. 

She felt alive. More than she had felt in months, maybe years.

But the performance had a set time to end... 

"Thank you for coming. That's all for today. You're the best!" he grinned, while wiping some of the sweat drops that ran down his face. It was obvious he gave it his best and the audience was all in for it. Marinette had never seen anyone able to enthrall the public like this before. He was… absolutely amazing in the crowd's eyes, Marinette's included.

"Noooo!! Encore encore encore!" the bar customers started begging in loud voices, and Luka couldn't keep his gratitude to himself, as his fond smile showed. He looked at his surroundings, slowly, memorizing every face, as if thanking each of them individually. Until his kind yet powerful gaze stopped to focus directly on Marinette's pupils and his smile widened.

 "You want an encore, guys? What does the lady on the second row say?" he teased with a smirk that made Marinette's knees weak. She could feel her face flushing red as the people of the bar's eyes focused on her.

 "E- Encore!" She shouted in a voice she wasn't aware she owned.

"So you want an encore, right? Very well. Here's the last song for today: ' Liberty ' by Luka".

 The energetic and happy cheering for the encore audience lasted only until Luka's guitar strings started to vibrate to form a melody.

 "No way, dude!! A Luka inédite original song! Alya, we have to record this!" Nino fuzzed, pulling his phone out from his pocket. "Awesome!"

The song was amazing and had the audience lose it. 'Wow' . Marinette was speechless and she could feel the adrenaline flow through her body like it hadn't for years. Unable to tear her focus from the musician, the young woman could feel her heart beating faster- too fast.  

When the song finished Marinette noticed how half the audience was crying in excitement and how the fangirling women from before were close to passing out. It was a very good song with good lyrics about looking for your inner freedom- totally fitting for Marinette. And his final greetings started.

"Thank you. Did you have fun?" 

"Yeah!!! Wohoo!!!"

 "Great, I'm glad. Thank you so much!" he giggled. "Thanks to you, it seems I have a new song to write" Luka said, with his sharp eyes and slightly curved smile hinting those words were meant for a certain lady seated on the second row. "And remember: the Liberty is a place where you can be free, honest to yourself. Feel free to come here anytime. Everyone is welcome here. Well, except agent Roger, maybe?" Luka said, pointing at the grey haired woman at the counter, who laughed at his comment. "Good night, everyone!" 

Before leaving the stage through the back door, Luka exchanged one final look with Marinette and waved at her. Or so she wanted to believe, even if she wasn't sure. 

‘ He’s so hot ’. Marinette fanned herself with her hand and drank all the alcohol that remained on her cup. It wasn't cold anymore and she needed to cool down, so she stopped the goth waitress with long purple hair to order a drink, and a minute later the small blond short-haired waitress brought it to her. She drank it in one shot, mouth dry from the shouting and her burning cheeks and quickly beating heart.

"Hot much?" Alya teased her best friend, with a knowing smirk.

 "I told you he was lit! Wow! He even played a brand-new original song! You don't know how lucky we are. We have to come back again sometime soon!" Nino enthusiastically exclaimed. "A man like that is going to make it big in no time. We won't get the chance to get to listen to him like this when he becomes internationally famous"

Marinette couldn't help it but to agree. He was amazing… in all aspects. Maybe… it wasn't a bad thing she came… 

 No. It definitely wasn't.

 "Yeah… maybe live performances aren't bad… maybe… we should come again, yes…" Marinette said under her friend's satisfied and knowing smile.

 Who would have thought she would find inspiration on a pirate ship themed bar? She had unwillingly come and found something she didn't regret, as she found something even more unexpected: a crush on a talented guitarist. 

 And even though she was not sure if she was ready to pursue someone or to start a relationship, she knew she didn't want the clock of her life to keep spinning around a monotonous life, and she had just felt the way she had been wishing to feel for years; ALIVE. 

'Yes… I'll definitely come back again'

#my fic #airipyon #airip4 #songfic #lukanette fic

[jashasedai]

Just Tell Me What You Want

Tame AU(motogp fanfic)

Marc Marquez and his Racing Rider double, Cove

Just Tell Me What You Want

World Motorcycle Center- 2014

[You must like some other hobby besides riding,] Marc told Cove. [Rinsy and Huir like baking. Valentino and Rasoio like to paint their room and dye their hair. Laser, Aleix, Polyccio, and Pol like to cook.]

Cove, better known as 93, stared at him, and didn’t feel anything.

Marc took his hand. [We will try art,] He waved a notepad and took Cove outside to sit on a bench by the trees. [Draw something,] He prompted.

Cove twirled the pencil between his fingers, tossed it up and caught it with a little flourish that made Marc smile.

They sat while Cove looked at the trees.

After a moment, he laid his hand on the page and traced around it. He drew the Honda logo in the middle of the hand shape. Then he held the picture up. [Look, a glove.]

[That’s great, Cove!] Marc flipped the notebook to the next page. [Draw some more.]

The matchable age foals’ practice started up at the track behind them and Cove twisted around to watch.

[Do you want to draw them?] Marc asked.

Cove turned back and stared at him. [Alright,] He said, dragging the gesture out. [Then, maybe we can go and talk to them. I could help them with their form.]

He scribbled two circles with a triangle shape between them and the Honda logo again. He thrust the notebook into Marc’s hands and jumped over the back of the bench.

[Cove, wait…] Marc called. [If you don’t like drawing, we can find something you do like.]

Cove brightened up. He nodded, taking an eager step forward. [I like riding!]

Marc frowned and shook his head. [But...something else. We know you don’t like cooking.] He smiled. [What about music? Blues like music.]

Cove’s smile stayed just where it had been.

He looked toward the track with just his eyes.

[Alright? Music,] He agreed.

Marc took his hand again and they went to the common room. There was a spare guitar there, and Marc took it out of the case and handed it to Cove.

Cove held its body in both his hands. He set it on the bench and tapped his hand, arm outstretched on the strings. Then he looked at Marc, to check his reaction.

[Hold it like this,] Marc said. He demonstrated the proper way to hold a guitar, and then when Cove was holding it right, showed him one of the chords and how to strum it.

The stallion strummed the chord gently in a monotone rhythm until Marc told him to stop.

[That is a nice sound. You can make a whole song like that.]

The smile from outside was back, pinned onto Cove’s face. He nodded. [I will make a song for you, then.]

[Great!] Marc showed him some more chords and a simple rhythm.

It didn’t take Cove long to repeat them perfectly, and to time.

Marc clapped when the song was ready. [This is so good. I am proud of you. I will ask Rev if he will teach you other songs to play.]

Cove lowered his head, like sometimes humans did when they were bashful. [Yes, Marc. I will do what you say.] His head came up again with a big, happy smile. [May we go and ride, now?]

[I know some more notes, and I saw a guide around here, somewhere. Let’s keep practicing.]

Cove looked towards the door to the outside, and then down at the guitar. [Yes, Marc.]

They practiced for a long time, and Cove learned three more songs, with Marc translating from the song book. By then it was dark and the track lights were shutting down. Since Cove had run a morning practice session, Marc decided that he wouldn’t suffer ill effects from staying in the rest of the night. They had a late dinner with Alex and 73 -Splash- and then went back to their rooms.

Marc went to tell Alex and Splash about the guitar, but Cove didn’t feel like socializing, so he stayed in their room.

Marc strode back in, a little before bedtime and found Cove sitting on the bed, facing away from the door.

He wiped his eyes on his sleeves before he turned around to face Marc.

He looked extremely guilty.

His eyes were red.

Marc’s smile disappeared. He hadn’t felt anything through their connection. Even now it was closed to quietness. He’d thought Cove had gone to sleep.

[Why are you crying?] Marc asked.

Blues didn’t lie.

Cove just didn’t say anything. Then after an awkward moment in which neither of them moved, he said, [I should take a shower before bed,] and started for the door.

[I would like to be able to help,] Marc said.

The stallion stood silently, radiating guilt.

[You do not want to play music?]

He shook his head.

[What do you want to do?]

He stepped forward again, eyebrows up. [I want to ride.]

[You do not have to ride all the time!]

He backed away again and put his head down. [I know. I will do what you say. I will play music. I will do what pleases you.] A tear coursed down his cheek.

[You can enjoy other things,] Marc said, more gently. [It is not wrong.]

Cove’s shoulders rose, but his head stayed low. [I enjoy spending time, the set of us, I enjoy coaching. I enjoy dinner.] His shoulders lowered, and he whispered the gestures, [I want to ride.]

[The other stallions like to do other things, Break and Casey are interested in history, X and Jorge are medics, Ricky and Ratchet are mechanics.] This was too hard to understand, and it was starting to make Marc hurt. Why didn’t Cove want more from his life than the companies had forced on him?

Cove raised his head, his jaw was clenched and his neck was straining, and he opened his mind to Marc, sharing his desperation. ‘I want to RIDE.’

[My life is SHORT, Marc. A racing career is] He held his fingers nearly pinched together, [Just a tiny amount of time. Rasoio’s career is not usual. A racer might have,] He held the pinched fingers out for Marc to see, [Just a small time. Until his back begins to hurt, and his knees will not work, until the falls make him afraid, because the pain lasts too long. Rasoio’s sire raced until the last year of his LIFE, Marc, but I...I will not be able to do that.]

He looked down and around, like he was searching for something. [I will not be able to stay with you. You will live the last half of your life without me, and I will live the last half of my life without my career. Just a tiny part of our lives will be riding, and then it will be gone.] He had tears in his eyes again, and they were falling, now. His breath was ragged and his mouth was drawn between his breaths. [It is such a little time.]

He dropped both hands and hung his head again.

[I want to ride.]

Marc raised his own hands. [It is cruel of me to keep you inside when everything you want is outside.]

This time, Cove nodded.

[Is there something else you would like to do, that I can have ready for you, when it is time to retire? Or when something prevents you from riding?] Marc asked.

Cove shrugged.

Marc nodded. He stepped forward and took the weeping stallion in his arms. [If you ever find anything, you let me know and I will make it available, and until then, I will give you what you want.] He drew back and reached for Cove’s sleeping cupboard, and the helmet stored above it on a shelf. [Get ready, we are going to ride.]

[It is night. The track lights are off,] Cove said.

Marc snorted. [You paid for the refit on the new garage this year. I don’t think they’ll tell us we can’t turn on the lights. Send to Ratchet, tell him what happened.]

They got dressed for dirtbikes.

There was a rapid knock on the door.

Marc opened it to find a sleepy Ricky Carmichael standing in the hall, in striped green pajamas and bare feet. He held up a set of keys. “The lights take a few minutes to warm up. Lock the garage and turn the lights off when you are done. If anyone else shows up out there while you’re there, YOU are in charge of them.”

He looked thoughtful for a moment. “As a matter of fact, Marc, you just became our official track department head. Congratulations. Talk to Katja in the morning for your paperwork. Welcome to the board, there is a budget meeting every Tuesday at 4pm.” He smirked. “Valentino will talk to you tomorrow about your buy-in. Shares start at 5 million Euros, and you’ll have to upgrade your Trainer status to class 4 by the end of the year.” He looked thoughtful, then nodded to himself. “I’m going back to sleep. Some of us have stables to run.”

He turned and walked back down the hallway to the stall on the end. Ratchet’s head was peeking out of the doorway, and he gave a rumbly rev.

Marc turned around and smirked at Cove. [Things work out when you just tell me what you want. Did you know that?]

Cove snapped his gaping mouth shut.

[Wake up our brothers. It’s time to ride.]

#fanfic #au tame racing drivers #motogp fanfic #*looks into the camera like I’m on The Office*

[allsassnoclass]

mashton + teaching them how to do something? 😊

This is actually part 1 of them teaching each other how to play their instruments.  Part 2 coming soon!

mashton: teaching them to do something

"Like this?" Ashton asks, bent over Michael's guitar, strumming with a palm mute and glancing at Michael for his approval.  They're in a hotel room in some random city, and Ashton has asked to officially learn how to play their acoustic version of "She Looks So Perfect" on guitar because they heard the song on the radio earlier and haven't stopped buzzing since.  A song that Michael and Ashton wrote was on the radio, and Michael doesn't think he'll ever get over it.  The whole band knew that the song was going to be popular, but hearing it unexpectedly in public hit that point home.  They're proper stars now.  Sure, they already were, with going on tour and appearing on TV and the screaming girls wherever they go, but this song is going to be the big one, and all of them can feel it.

He can blame the song for putting himself in this position: sitting cross legged facing Ashton on the bed, fumbling his way through teaching one of the most talented people he knows something that he's supposed to be an expert in and feeling like he's swallowing his tongue with every fumbled instruction.  Being asked to teach Ashton Irwin something is like being asked to stare directly into the sun and give it pointers on how to shine.

Michael almost wishes that Ashton was sharing with Luke today, so that Luke could be the one to teach him, but he also knows that if he heard about this his jealousy would flare up.  It's just hard to concentrate this close, and he keeps getting distracted by Ashton's fingers, and his arms, and the way that his hair is curling as it dries after his shower, and the way his brow furrows when he's focusing on something.

If Michael had half of Ashton's work ethic, he'd be the best guitarist in the world by now.  As it is, he spends most of band practices trying to keep himself from staring at Ashton and instead being subject to Calum laughing at him for letting his crush be so obvious.

"Micheal?  Am I doing it right?"

"Yeah, sorry.  That's it.  So after that you switch to a different chord.  It's... here, just let me--"

He reaches forward and slides Ashton's hand down the neck a few frets, positioning his fingers on different strings.  Ashton lets him do so patiently, fingers warm beneath his, and Michael realizes once he pulls back that he was holding his breath that whole time.  Was it obvious?  Is Ashton wondering why he's acting so weird?

The tip of Ashton's tongue sticks out of the corner of his mouth as he strums the chord, and Michael might die.  He's certain that he's going to have a heart attack when Ashton plays through the chorus successfully the first time and beams at him.

He doesn't wish Ashton was sharing with Luke.  Even though this entire experience has made him feel weird and panicky and teaching your crush how to do something is stressful, he wouldn't trade being the focus of Ashton's smile for anything.  Besides, Ashton could figure out how to play guitar with a few youtube tutorials and sheer force of will.  Instead, he asked Michael, and that has to mean he at least doesn't think Michael completely sucks.

"Hey," Ashton says, startling him out of his thoughts.  "I'm really glad you're our guitarist."

"Enjoy it while you can," Michael says.  "The moment a better band has an opening I'm out of here."

"Shut up," Ashton says, rolling his eyes.  "I'm being serious, you dick.  You're a good guitarist and I'm glad you're mine."

Michael ducks his head, cheeks growing warm.  He wants to tell Ashton that Michael isn't anything special but Ashton is an insanely talented drummer and songwriter and basically their manager and that Michael is maybe a little in love with him, but he just hears I'm glad you're mine repeating over and over in his head.

"Shut up," he mumbles.  "I mean--thanks.  Do you want to learn Good Girls?"

"if you're willing to teach me," Ashton says.  His expression is soft.  Michael feels like he's about to combust, or lean forward and kiss him, or do something equally disastrous.  He clears his throat and turns his attention to the guitar instead.

They stay up way later than they should working through songs that Michael knows how to play.  Ashton dozes off with Michael's guitar in his hands, and he takes it from him gingerly.  It's impressive how he can be talking one moment and sound asleep the next, but he doesn't wake when Michael gently pushes him until he's laying down and does his best to tuck him in.

He looks so peaceful.  Michael should probably be taking advantage of this moment to draw something embarrassing on his face, but all he can think about is how much he wishes he could get under the covers with him.

He falls asleep alone in his own bed, images of Ashton's triumphant smile and the words I'm glad you're mine flickering through his head.

#mashton #my writing #drabble #thank you for asking sorry for the delay! #fun fact I actually did look up how to play slsp for this and then did not include any ofthat info #cravinsomethinsweeter

[artificialqueens]

Basslines and Chocolate Eyes (Jackie x Nicky) - opalescentcheetah

Summary: “She looks up again as she finishes the run and meets Jackie’s chocolate eyes, gleaming with the thrill of competition.”

Nicky and Jackie are preparing for band practice when things get heated.

A/N: Wow, me on the queue twice in a week? These S12 girls really are good for the creative mind, haha! Thank you to Rusty for the fun brainstorming sessions, for reading over this for me, and for being super supportive; she had the brilliant idea of a rock band au and after we discussed which queens would be in it, I couldn’t get the concept out of my head, so here we are.

Feel free to drop by my blog, @opalescent-cheetah, to say hi - I love hearing from everyone!

~

Flick.

There’s a crackle, a buzz, and a low hum resounds through the room. Holding her pick between her teeth, Nicky deftly plays a major scale on her bass, relishing in the familiar feeling of steel against her skin.

She sees Jackie grinning out of the corner of her eye, and a moment later, the sharp, electric tones of her guitar join the fading murmur of Nicky’s last note. Jackie plays several staccato chords before finishing on a slide, letting the sound ring out in the basement.

“Oh, are we doing that now?” Nicky asks, plucking the pick out of her mouth as a smirk creeps onto her face. A moment later, the hard notes of the bass pound through the amplifier, and Nicky’s fingers are a blur as she dives between frets.

She looks up again as she finishes the run and meets Jackie’s chocolate eyes, gleaming with the thrill of competition. A moment later, swift melodies are pouring from Jackie’s guitar, and Nicky is enamoured by the way she bites her lip in concentration, radiating a sense of calm confidence.

Jackie hasn’t finished her run before Nicky joins in with a heavy rhythm, and the gleam in Jackie’s eyes grows brighter. They play as one, the music growing faster, louder, and neither notice when the door opens and Crystal bounds down the stairs, clutching a bowl of chips.

She says something that Nicky doesn’t hear and, a moment later, there’s the loud crash of cymbals and a thudding drumbeat resounds through the room beneath Nicky and Jackie’s raging instrumental battle.

Nicky takes a step towards Jackie, shredding the strings, the instrument already so familiar to her that she doesn’t even need to look while she’s playing. She hasn’t broken contact with Jackie’s eyes for a moment; the air crackles with electricity as they slink closer to each other like lions circling before a fight, claws unsheathed, both playing as though their life depends on it. Nicky bares her teeth in a wicked smirk.

And then Jackie is whipping out an epic guitar solo, her whole body moving to Crystal’s drumbeat, brows furrowed in concentration. Nicky has to slow down for a moment just to watch her - sometimes she forgets how beautiful Jackie is when she gets like this, loose hair flying around her face as she tosses her head, her slender fingers deftly skimming the frets. It’s only when she’s playing her guitar that Jackie really, truly, lets loose, and Nicky can’t help but admire her.

She shoots Nicky a sly grin when she’s done, eyes blazing with amber fire, and Nicky slides into a solo of her own, the hard steel strings biting at her fingertips. She starts it slow, feels Jackie’s eyes on her as she steps back and lets Nicky set the stage alight. Nicky intersperses the reverberating thrum of the bass notes with harmonics as she picks up speed, gritting her teeth through a budding cramp in her fingers.

It’s all worth it when she sees Jackie’s eyes shining, and Nicky loves how she seems to glow when she smiles in that gentle way that’s so recognisably her. Nicky knows that smile like the back of her hand.

And then Jackie’s lips pull into a grin and she’s shredding on her guitar again, her fiery stare locked with Nicky’s. Ignoring the pain in her hand, Nicky returns to the quick rhythm and the battle resumes. Crystal’s drumbeat intensifies as the two guitarists prowl closer to each other, breathing heavily, beads of perspiration dotting their foreheads. Nicky is close enough to feel Jackie pant against her lips, to count every fleck of gold in her irises. The tension is palpable, the heat of their combined breaths causing Nicky’s cheeks to flush. Or maybe it’s just the way Jackie is staring at her: so calm, so intense, that it lights her insides on fire.

She hardly knows what she’s playing anymore. All she can focus on is that look in Jackie’s eyes.

The cymbals crash, and she leans in.

It doesn’t take much for her to close the gap, press her lips against Jackie’s, as soft as butter and as sweet as strawberries. Jackie gasps quietly against her mouth and the last thing Nicky hears is the low hum of the bass, ringing out over the final staccato beats of Crystal’s drums.

“I win,” she smirks, drawing back, her chest stirring in pleasure at the light flush of pink dusting Jackie’s cheeks.

Jackie grins.

“So do I, if this is my reward for losing,” she says, recapturing Nicky’s lips in a quick kiss.

“Oh my god, get a room, you guys,” comes a voice from behind them, and they whirl around to see Crystal, still perched behind the drum kit, laughing.

~

They finally start practice when Jan arrives, swinging her backpack onto the battered couch and yelling out an apology for being late.

“It’s all good,” Jackie assures her. “We know what to expect by now.”

Jan shrieks out a laugh and asks, “what did I miss?”

“Oh, not much,” Crystal giggles. “These two got into another one of their crazy music battles, trying to one-up each other, and you can imagine how it ended.”

Nicky fights a blush as Jan’s gaze darts between her and Jackie, who is trying - and failing - to suppress a giddy smile. After a moment, Jan just nods knowingly, and Nicky hears Crystal snicker behind her.

They get to playing and Nicky settles into the familiar rhythm of the song, matching Crystal beat for beat. The electric thrum of the guitar intensifies when they reach the chorus and Nicky turns, her gaze landing upon Jackie, caught up in the thrill of the moment. Curls of chocolate hair fall free from her ponytail as she moves to the music, and Nicky just wants to tuck them behind her ear, brush her hand along Jackie’s jawline, and–

Her hand slips and the string whines, the note turning ugly and distorted. Jan offers her a quizzical look, and Nicky just nods to tell her it’s all okay. Hastily, she finds her place again, doing her best to focus on the buzz of each note against her fingertips.

But she can’t stop looking over at Jackie, can’t stop smiling when their eyes meet and Jackie’s cheeks go pink.

Jackie misses a chord.

Nicky hits the wrong fret.

The music comes to a shaky stop, Jan’s powerful voice trailing off into silence.

“Are you guys okay?” she asks, concerned. “Nicky, you’ve never–”

She cuts herself off as understanding dawns on her face and Crystal, who is silently watching the scene unfold with a shit-eating grin on her face, promptly bursts out laughing.

“Right, of course.” Jan smiles. “You can both take a break, if you’d prefer.”

“No, no, we don’t have to, we can–” Jackie starts, but Nicky is shaking her head before she even realises what she’s doing. She swings her bass off her shoulders, rougher than she’d like, and marches over to Jackie to stare her dead in the eye.

“You heard her,” Nicky says, winking. “It’s time for a break.”

“We won’t get any proper practice done otherwise,” Jan laughs, taking a swig from her water bottle.

“I can’t argue with that logic,” Jackie agrees, her face softening in an excited smile, and Nicky feels her heart jump. She waits until Jackie’s guitar is propped up in its stand before she grabs her hand and pulls her towards the stairs.

“This is why The Methyd Heads never get anywhere,” Jan comments wryly behind them, and Crystal giggles, punctuating the end of Jan’s sentence with a quick ba-dum-tss as the door falls shut.

Nicky pulls Jackie into Crystal’s bathroom, the cold white tiles already more than familiar. The lock has barely clicked behind them before Nicky is all over her, pressing her back against the marble counter, Jackie’s lips warm against her own.

“Fuck you,” Nicky says between kisses, “for looking so fucking pretty when you play. You make it so damn hard to focus.”

“I could say the same to you,” Jackie replies breathily as Nicky shifts her attention to her neck. Her hands twist into Nicky’s blue mane, keeping her close, and Nicky loves the way she gently runs her fingers through her hair.

After a moment, Jackie’s soft hands move to cup Nicky’s cheeks, pulling her face up so their eyes are level. Nicky’s insides twist with want.

“Kiss me again,” Jackie whispers, and there’s golden fire in her eyes.

Nicky doesn’t argue.

They kiss until they’re out of breath, cheeks pink and flushed, hearts thudding in time. Jackie gently traces the outline of Nicky’s jaw, and she tilts her head to kiss her palm, eyes never leaving Jackie’s face.

God, that gorgeous face. Nicky could spend days swimming in those eyes, in that smile. Jackie is gazing at her with a tenderness she saves just for her, and Nicky wonders how she ever got so lucky.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Nicky whispers. She doesn’t give Jackie a chance to reply before she kisses her again, and this time it’s softer, warm desire laced with adoration. Jackie nips gently at her bottom lip and Nicky sighs against her mouth.

She’s about to say something when there’s a knock at the door, and a bashful voice sounds from the other side.

“Sorry, guys, I really need to pee–”

“Crystal!” they both groan, but Jackie’s eyes are crinkling at the edges when she turns to smile at Nicky, taking her hand, and Nicky decides she isn’t so annoyed after all. When they open the door, they find Crystal biting her knuckles, barely stifling an amused grin.

“Have fun?” she asks, suggestively wiggling her eyebrows at them as she slides past into the bathroom. Nicky sputters, face going red, and Crystal just laughs and shuts the door behind them.

#rpdr fanfiction #nicky doll #jackie cox #crystal methyd #jan sport #jackie x nicky #fluff #lesbian au #rock band au #concrit welcome #cheetah #s12

[avondione]

for the lack of words

[ miraculous ladybug // 2199 words // lukanette, minor spoilers ]

there had always been a melody in the back of his mind, a song he hummed to, a beat he drummed to. music echoed through his bones (and her song through his heart).

or: how he fell in love between the notes of a song.

❁ ❁ ❁

Luka Couffaine was not good with words.

He could tell from the moment her song stuttered over his poor attempt at a joke, visibly wilting as the laughter died from his lips. He had promised not to embarrass his sister or her friends, yet he already found himself reaching for his guitar, strumming in place of words, apologizing in the only way he knew how.

Forgiveness, he learned, was an echoing song with an ever rising crescendo. It was a tune so slow and deep yet strangely optimistic, a swinging melody brightening the room with her smile. And that, he supposed, was that exact moment he decided that he liked this girl. 

And he liked her even more when she didn’t cower in the face of an akuma. Skillfully removing the chains that bound them, she took the lead like a conductor guiding her orchestra. Her song was so confident, bold, and he couldn’t help but trust her as he drew the akuma away, as he was captured with all the rest.

“She’s the one that contacted me,” said Ladybug, as if it were normal for a civilian to be in contact with a superhero. But from what he knows of the pig-tailed girl, he wouldn’t be surprised. Brave, he smiled to himself, that girl was incredibly brave.

Luka Couffaine was not good with words.

And luckily, his darling little sister didn’t need words to understand him. Juleka looked at him and huffed, a smile woven into her song. “She’s the one I told you about,” she rolled her eyes. “The one that helped me take a picture for school.”

He hums in acknowledgement, fiddling with the the strings of his guitar, an easy, happy tune slipping out. He could hear his sister sigh, and when he looked at her, she gives him that knowing, pointed look. “She’s a good person,” he decides to say. “I’ve never heard a song like hers before.”

And for some strange reason, he wasn’t that surprised when he found Marinette hanging around more. It was innocent at first — his sister inviting her over to finish a science project (which they could have easily finished at school), that quickly turned into a hangout session the moment they were ‘done.’ And next thing he knew, the Liberty seemed to be the base for girls’ night.

He didn���t mind, in fact, he quite liked how lively the boat has become. But as much as he wanted to know more about the pig-tailed girl, he didn’t really have the time to properly talk to her. Most of their time spent together was when she was waiting for the others to be ready, small conversations in-between. She had grown comfortable on-board, more capable of wandering the halls without a guide, leaning over the edge for a breath of fresh air.

“Do you feel kinda like this?” and a wavering melody played from his guitar. She looked startled for a moment, as if she realized she had just sulked past him, but she ends up smiling and he knows he’s right. “Personally,” he’s already moving to sit next to her. “I think a girl like you deserves to feel something like—”

She sways to the beat. It was nice, seeing someone so moved by his music. He could tell she was a kind person, empathetic and hardworking. People like her didn’t deserve the discourse of an erratic song. “And whoever made you feel this way,” he looks over with a sly grin. “Is nothing but a...”

Her laughter rings in beat with the quick, mischievous tune. “Thanks Luka.”

And once again, he lacked any words to say, falling back to the familiar pattern of strumming. It was easy like this. He didn’t have to worry about messing up, or saying something wrong, or risk upsetting her. He could just sit back and listen.

“Say,” she’s peering up at him with a grin. “Are you free tomorrow?”

And if he heard his sister’s smug melody playing in the background, well, he chose to ignore it.

Luka Couffaine was not good with words.

“Do you want to take the subway together, Marinette?” he asks, but he hears the longing tune, a bittersweet ballad playing out before him. Pining, he learned, was such a sweet song that could make a man weep. “You should probably go over there and talk to him,” he says, because their duet could bring the world to its knees, and who was he to interrupt? “Thanks for inviting me out today.”

She hesitated, and for a heartbeat, he could have sworn he heard a different harmony. But she grins and thanks him with a kiss, her touch burning like a lingering cadence, playing so softly in the background he wondered if it was really there. He watched as she ran after the car, disappearing from sight, and he couldn’t help but smile to himself. What a funny girl.

He wasn’t expecting her to suddenly appear on the Liberty the next day, in the middle of practice. “I...” she shyly offers the sketchbook in her hands. “I made some designs for Kitty Section.”

The rest of his band eagerly greets her, and she’s flushing an adorable shade of pink. “They look great,” he manages to say after he realizes he was caught staring. “You’re amazing, Marinette.”

She fit in so easily, a steady beat in the orchestra of practice. A steady presence in the background, grounding, keeping their chaotic ensemble organized when their music was anything but. It was hard to imagine a time when she wasn’t there, cheering them on (and he quite liked it when she cheered them on).

Seeing her draw and sew and paint was a wonder to his fidgeting hands. Designing was as much a part of her life as music was in his — a constant, aching need that drove their blood and filled their souls. Fidgeting fingers and tapping toes, they were as alike as different they were.

“Can we be friends, Marinette?” He doesn’t know why he asks one day, but he had gotten so comfortable in this dynamic that he would hate to assume.

She looks at him with wide eyes and laughter on her lips. “I thought we were already friends!”

Ah, he messed up again. She’s looking at him with a teasing glint in her eyes, and he wondered since when were their roles reversed. “I’d hate to steal you away from my sister,” he says, because she was her friend first. “But thanks,” he says, because he didn’t really know what else to say.

Luka Couffaine was not good with words.

He lacked the proper words to describe the anger he felt. Frustration, injustice. These people were unforgivable, corrupt, and god he knew it wasn’t worth it. Yet something else bubbled to the surface, broken strings of an unfamiliar feeling throwing him off key. He didn’t know what happened.

Because in one moment, he was watching as Marinette — his friend, his designer, his muse — stand up. Steady beat rising in tune, humming and buzzing, not a single note of fear as she argued against the man who was threatening her with everything he had.

And in another, Ladybug was there, palms outstretched and melody singing.

Akumatization, he learned, was a harsh but passionate song, easy to get lost in the beat of hypnosis (and oh, had he lost).

His memories of that day were missing the notes of its song, but surely something must have gone right. Because he watched as that faux producer confess his crimes on camera, watched as his band was invited to perform their new song. He watched and watched and watched, because if he spoke now, he was going to mess something up again. Because things were better off when he stayed bloody silent—

“Luka,” she calls to him. “Did you really mean the things you said when you were akumatized?”

Fear, he learned, was a quiet song that crept in the background of his mind, sharp chords echoing in his ears and ringing through his bones. “I’m sorry, he says, but he doesn’t really know why. “I don’t remember.”

She wilts, and if she’s trying to hide her disappointment, she’s not doing a very good job at it. How could she be? She had always been so honest and kind and she wears her heart on her sleeve. And when he asks her about it, her answer is a bright smile and flushed cheeks.

“Oh nothing,” she brushes it off like she doesn’t care (but she does). “It was nothing at all.”

Luka Couffaine was not good with words.

And he didn’t need to hear her say it to know he probably messed up again. He’s said something wrong, something that made her stumble over his unsteady beat. “You were possessed by Hawkmoth’s akuma,” and she said it like it was an acceptable excuse.

“I don’t know what I possibly could have said.” He didn’t even know what he was saying right now. “I just hope it wasn’t anything mean.”

She didn’t respond. He didn’t really expect her too.

“You’re a wonderful girl, Marinette.” The words spilled from his lips like a dam broken. Words he’s written and practiced and played over and over like a prayer left unanswered. “Clear as a music note,” he breathed. “Sincere as a melody.”

He’s drowning in her eyes now, hand on her shoulder his only anchor to the land, the only thing stopping him from drifting away (but he was already lost). “You’re the song I hear in my head since the day we first met.” 

He could hear them calling his name, and when he parts, it’s like the sea had opened up and swallowed him whole.

Luka Couffaine was not good with words.

And he was fumbling through them as he greeted her with a shy smile. He had rushed there on a limb, the spontaneity of his muse bringing him right back to her. He must’ve looked ridiculous, bright yellow helmet and in the middle of a delivery, but he had pulled out his guitar and was already strumming through her song like his life depended on it (and maybe it did).

Her eyes grew soft, smiling as she complimented his song, and there were new chords ringing in his ears. He could do better, he promised, he would write the song she deserved. The arms around his waist made his mind sing, and he sorely wished he had the time to write it all down.

But he had work to do, and so did she, and they parted ways.

Only to meet again a few hours later. He almost rode past her, her harmony unrecognizable, but it was unmistakably her and he didn’t hesitate to stop.

Heartbreak, he learned, was a screeching song often ignored, hidden behind the static of smiles, until it just could be help back. He could hear every crack of a broken harmony as her smile fell (and distantly, he could hear the crack of his guitar as it fell to the concrete floor).

“You can tell me everything.” It was such an easy phrase for comfort, but it left a sour note in his song. Because he wasn’t good with words, and it was okay if she wasn’t either. “Or nothing, if you would prefer.”

Responsibility and loneliness were songs he was all too familiar with. They had played in the background for so long, finally bursting to the forefront without so much of a warning, loud and she was unprepared. So all he could do was hold her until she was.

He didn’t hesitate to shield her away. It was a hypnotic beat. Not quite akumatization, but similar enough to shake his core and sing him to sleep. And when he awoke with Ladybug leading him and the others away, he wondered what he did to make her heart weep.

Luka Couffaine was not good with words.

The chords of his guitar were shaky (or was he trembling?) and he couldn’t help but wonder if this song would ever end. This endless battle she is fighting — how much longer will she have to listen? For how much longer can her song overpower the hypnotic beat of akumatization?

“Are you alright?” he asks, but they both knew the answer.

They sat in silence, the world fading away into the background static. And for a moment, they could pretend they were back at the park, with his arms around hers and her soul laid bare. And for a moment, everything wasn’t okay and it was okay that it wasn’t.

But she took a deep breath, and smiled. Hope, he learned, was a saccharine song that was dangerously bright. Like the sun, so warm and inviting but burning to the touch.

“My song,” she looks at him with a crooked grin. “Can you play it?”

Luka Couffaine was not good with words. 

But as his fingers strummed through her song, so tired and broken yet strong and unyielding — he could believe that he didn’t need to be. Because Marinette, he learned, was a song he could spend a lifetime listening to.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fanfic #lukanette #marinette dupain-cheng #luka couffaine #avon writes

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Vitus Mataré talks Jeffrey Lee Pierce, The Last and DIY Production

Vitus Mataré is a Los Angeles-based musician, producer and architect.

           Mataré was a founding member of The Last, Danny and the Doorknobs and Trotsky Icepick. As a producer, he recorded some of the earliest and most coveted Los Angeles DIY punk records, including The Urinals’ first three 7”s and the Keats Rides a Harley compilation. Mataré would later produce The Leaving Trains and Savage Republic.

            The focus of this interview was Mataré’s brief tenure in Jeffrey Lee Pierce’s pre-Gun Club band, The Red Lights. Short-lived and with a revolving membership, Mataré played The Red Lights’ summer 1978 debut show. Two years later, he became the Gun Club’s first producer—recording the band on his portable Dokorder 4-track reel-to-reel.

           Recently, Mataré released a new Trotsky Icepick record, I Haunted Myself (2019). The Last’s ill-fated and obscenely expensive sophomore LP, Look Again (1980), will finally get a proper release in 2020.

Interview by Ryan Leach  

Ryan: Do you recall where you first met Jeffrey Lee Pierce?

Vitus: I met Jeffrey Lee Pierce at the Capitol Records Swap Meet. Jeff was there selling records and hanging out.

Ryan: That’s where Larry (Hardy) first spotted him.

Vitus: Right. Jeff was always roaming around the Capitol Records Swap Meet in his typical style. Over the top, excited about this and that. When Jeff found something that he was interested in, he got into it one-hundred percent.

Ryan: Did you meet him in 1978?

Vitus: Yes. I met Jeffrey in 1978.

Ryan: Being a big fan of power-pop and ‘60s groups, it makes sense that Jeffrey was a Last fan. How did he enter The Last’s orbit?

Vitus: There was a gig (September 18, 1979) at Gazzarri’s and The Last played with Jeffrey’s band, The Cyclones. Pleasant Gehman was the singer. We put it on. The show was a disaster. It was hard to get a draw. It was The Go-Go’s first real show and the first time The Urinals played in Hollywood. We put our favorite people in bands together for the bill: Jeff with The Cyclones, The Last, The Urinals and The Go-Go’s.

Kjehl Johansen (The Urinals) punched me in the nose while we were dancing to The Go-Go’s set, so I had a bloody nose for the rest of the night. But before I got punched, I sat down with Jeff at soundcheck. He showed me the chords to “Jungle Book,” a song he had done with The Red Lights. “Jungle Book” is one of the first songs I learned to play on guitar. Jeffrey was teaching me the song and guitar at the same time. That was really cool. We were just killing time. (The Last’s) Joe (Nolte) was there and had already suggested that we start incorporating “Jungle Book” into The Last’s set.

Shortly after the Gazzarri’s gig, we played a show with The Plugz and Jeff came up and sang “Jungle Book” with us. Phast Phreddie also came up that night and sang The Seeds’ “Pushin’ Too Hard.” There were several other gigs where Jeff sang with The Last.  

Ryan: How did you and the late Jack Reynolds (drummer of The Last) end up playing with Jeff and Anna Statman in The Red Lights?

Vitus: Jack Reynolds was a whole different story. Jack passed away (in December 2009). I liked Jack a lot—he was great—but he was a tough guy. He enjoyed getting into fights and drinking and perhaps taking drugs to excess. Jack didn’t drive, so I was his driver. We’d be cruising in my beat-up sedan, his drums thrown in the back with no cases, and we’d go by a construction site at 7:30 p.m. on our way to a show at the Starwood. He’d say in his British accent, “Woah, woah, pull over!” He’d find a chunk of concrete with rebar sticking out of it at a jobsite, throw it in my backseat—there goes that bit of upholstery—and he’d walk into the club with it. It’s 8:00 p.m. at the Whisky or the Starwood, so there’s no one there but the bouncers. They’d say, “Hey, fella, where are you going with that?” Jack would respond, “Have I got to stick it up your arse? Out of my way.” Even the bouncers would leave him alone. He’d use the concrete to weigh down his kick drum. After the set, he’d abandon the 200-pound concrete chunk up on the stage. I remember we played a show with 20/20 and the guys in the band were getting their guitar cables snagged on the rebar sticking out of Jack’s concrete block. The three of them couldn’t lift it whereas Jack brought it up there himself.

           Greg Shaw brings in a band from New York called The Boyfriends. I don’t know what they ever did—apparently they were really good—but I never got a chance to find out. The Last was opening up for them at the Whisky. It was a night Greg Shaw put together and promoted. We’re late; Jack’s in my car and he had forgotten his cymbals. The Boyfriends had done their soundcheck and they’re gone. We get to the Whisky and someone walks past us. Jack says (affects British accent), “Hey, can I borrow your drummer’s cymbals there?” The guy responds, “Sure. Help yourself.” Well, he had nothing to do with The Boyfriends or their equipment. Jack breaks his drums sticks as usual, so he’s out there playing with beer bottles on the guy’s cymbals. The Boyfriends’ drummer is not pleased about it.

           We got an encore. We’re in that little black corridor that’s up the stairs at the Whisky, towards the backstage. The Boyfriends’ drummer grabs Jack as we’re headed back to the stage. I guess the message he was trying to convey was, “Hey, who said you could use my cymbals?” Jack responds by pummeling this guy’s head into the wall. That’s all we heard: “Thud, thud, thud.” The Boyfriends’ drummer went to the hospital that night and they never played. I can give you ten other similar Jack Reynolds stories. So, when Jeff (Pierce) asked, “Hey, would you be willing to play Farfisa with me and do you know someone who can play drums?” I just figured, “Well, Jack’s drums live in my car, so why don’t I bring him too?”

           I only played one show with The Red Lights (July 14, 1978, at the Whisky benefit for Lobotomy fanzine). The lineup was me on Farfisa, Jack Reynolds on drums, Jeff on guitar and vocals and Anna Statman on bass. It was rather unrehearsed. We had one practice at a place called The Jungle. Jeff was really fun, but he was unsure of himself. He could get cranky and difficult.

We played The Red Lights show and Jeff did great but he was embarrassed about it for no reason. There were only a few people there and most of them didn’t get it. Nevertheless, it was awesome.

Ryan: The Red Lights only played a handful of shows. Was Jack Reynolds their permanent drummer?

Vitus: Jack wasn’t. Jeff had to use other people. Jack may have played two or three gigs with The Red Lights. I only played that one and I do not know how many more gigs followed.

Ryan: There’s a photo and review of your Red Lights show at the Whisky in issue #9 of Flipside.

Vitus: I remember Al (Kowalewski, founder of Flipside) asking us our names for the show write-up. He asked Jack Reynolds his name. Jack was drunk, possibly stoned and angry so he said, “I’m Jeff Fucking Beck.” Al’s like, “Okay, dude.” And then Jack points to me and yells, “The keyboard player, his name is Keyboard Player!” That’s why Al’s review credits me as Keyboard Player and Jack as Jeff Beck. I remember a lot of nights like that with Jack.    

           On the other hand, Jeff (Pierce) was never belligerent or impossible when he was drunk. I know other people will tell you totally different stories. I only had great experiences with Jeff.

           Later on, I did some preproduction with The Gun Club. I arranged with this guy Patrick (Burnette) over at Quad Teck—it was Hank Waring’s studio—to record The Gun Club. I had everything lined up but then I accidentally drank some gasoline. I got very, very sick and I had to go to the hospital and wasn’t available for that session. They went with Tito (Larriva), which was a great choice. Of course, that later became Fire of Love. But I was originally scheduled to engineer and produce that at Quad Teck.

Ryan: So, you were going to record the Gun Club tracks for the 12” split release that was supposed to come out on Fatima Recordz? The Gun Club was going to get one side of the LP; no one seems to recall the band who’d get the other side. When Fatima went belly-up, those tracks later appeared on Fire of Love (1981).

Vitus: Right. It all worked out for the best and I fully recovered. There were so many incidents back then where something took a wild left turn because of some issue or emergency.  

Ryan: Do you remember recording The Gun Club tracks for the Keats Rides a Harley (1981) compilation? Obviously, those recordings predated Fire of Love.

Vitus: Of course. We recorded those tracks at a horrible rehearsal space next to Hollywood High School. I can’t recall the name of the place, but I do remember it was named after the street it was on. I recorded The Gun Club on my cheap, 4-track Dokorder. It was a pretty low-budget, multitrack recorder.

Ryan: Digressing back a bit, to my knowledge the first releases you produced were the Urinals 7”s.

Vitus: I did stuff way earlier when I was a little kid. There were two guys who got kicked out of The Seeds. I recorded them when I was 13 years old. I was using my parent’s reel-to-reel and two fabulous electrostatic mics. They were amazed I could do sound-on-sound recording.

           But coming back later, The Urinals Self-titled EP (1978) was the first vinyl record I had recorded by a band other than The Last. The Last was recording (L.A. Explosion!) at Village Recorder in West Los Angeles. There are four studios at Village Recorder. At the time, Fleetwood Mac is in there doing Tusk (1979). They’re tucked away with their cocaine and other vapors. Frank Zappa is in another studio where the air is clean and he’s doing parts of Joe’s Garage (1979) and Sheik Yerbouti (1979). The other studio has a high turnover rate; the Stranglers used it while we were there. And we’re in this dingy little room known as The Royal Scam. All of the equipment in there belonged to Steely Dan. John Harrison, the first bass player of Hawkwind, got us in there. Harrison was the engineering guru for what was happening in the Zappa sessions.

When I got a test pressing of the first Urinals single I was so proud to have it that I gave my copy to John Harrison. Harrison ended up passing it on to Frank Zappa. The next night when I came in—we’d start at around midnight—John Harrison says to Zappa, “Hey, Frank, this is the guy who produced that record I gave you last night.” Zappa is lying down in this little step-down conversation pit on the couch. He can’t see me; I can barely see his shoes sticking out. He doesn’t get up but says, “That’s the worst damn record I’ve ever heard. But with a name like that (The Urinals), they should go far.”

Ryan: Considering Zappa was a big fan of The Shaggs’ Philosophy of the World (1969), that’s saying something. John (Talley-Jones), Kjehl (Johansen) and Kevin (Barrett) really outdid themselves.      

Vitus: (Laughs). Yeah. The Urinals singles predated The Gun Club stuff.

Ryan: I was under the impression that you were more interested in producing bands than playing in them. And that those early recordings you made with your 4-track were out of necessity—for groups just starting out or that were too left of the dial to get a recording contract.  

Vitus: That’s right. And I never thought about major releases. For example, I never thought of recording The Go-Go’s. I would be hampering their progress. Same thing when The Bangles asked me to record them, back when they were called The Bangs. That’s not really what I did. I wanted to make records that sound like you’re in the shower and the water is beating on your eardrum. I would record bands so they’d have tapes to bring to clubs to get bookings. The recordings didn’t need to be overly clean.

Ryan: It easy to forget nowadays, but back in the 1970s you had different-tiered studios. Places where people would cut demos to pitch to Club 88 on one end and 24-track studios on the other end.

Vitus: Exactly. I was helping bands get their songs recorded. I wasn’t working under some delusion that I’d be in a 24-track studio, cutting tracks with these bands a week later.

Ryan: How did the Keats Rides a Harley compilation come together?  

Vitus: There are two different versions of that story. John Talley-Jones has one version and I probably have another. The compilation was sort of my idea. Initially, The Urinals’ record was going to come out on Backlash. And there were two issues that came up at the same time. The Last’s manager, Randall Wixen, had started a publishing company called Backlash. He just took the name and then asked us to stop putting out records under the name Backlash. The other issue was that I played the first Urinals single for Joe Nolte when he wasn’t in a good mood. Joe ended up loving The Urinals, but at the time he said, “Hey, don’t put that crap out on our label, please.” That kind of jettisoned everything. I remember The Urinals were a bit disappointed when I told them, “Dudes, it’s not going to come out on Backlash, so let’s make up another record label name.” They came up with Happy Squid and put it out themselves.

           Joe and I always had our differences. I was drafted into The Last to play keyboards, but what I wanted was to be the Magic Alex—the guy who did sound effects and produced stuff. I wanted to record bands. I didn’t want to be on stage. I hated that. I didn’t get to do that with The Last, but I got to do it with The Gun Club and The Urinals which was great.

           I wasn’t doing whole records, just demo tapes, but I thought the sampler concept was a good idea. I wanted to put together a record that was a snapshot of what was happening in that particular garage on that street at that point in time. We just pulled all these bands together. The Urinals came up with the title of the record and actually put it together and got it out.  

Ryan: It’s an exceptional comp. Living in Arizona, The Meat Puppets mailed their recordings in. But you recorded the rest of the album and the bands are exceptional. Human Hands, Gun Club, Leaving Trains, 100 Flowers…

Vitus: All of those groups had people in them who were interesting to hang out with. They weren’t idiots or burnouts. To this day, the ones who are still alive remain great people to chat with.

Ryan: For Gun Club fans, Keats is a must have. As you mentioned, the recording is raw, but everything is mixed well. You can hear Rob Ritter’s bass and he remains the unsung hero of the early Gun Club.  Fire of Love (1981) and Miami (1982) are great records, but their mixes aren’t the best.  

Vitus: The tracks on Keats have poor frequency response, but great atmosphere.

Ryan: There’s another Last connection to Jeffrey Lee Pierce and The Red Lights. “Jungle Book” appears on The Last’s ill-fated sophomore record, Look Again (1980). Only test presses were made of that record, correct?

Vitus: I’ll tell you the whole story if you have ten minutes.

Ryan: Absolutely. I remember around 2004 seeing a copy of Look Again at Amoeba Records in Los Angeles selling for several hundred dollars.

Vitus: It’s not a good investment. It’s about to be reissued. I think it’s coming out on a label I’m not allowed to mention. Jonny Bell is doing the remixes right now. We baked and transferred those reels. But what needs to be told about that record is that we were not to produce it ourselves. Joe (Nolte) was to stay out of Jo Julian’s way. He was from the band Berlin. Julian co-engineered and produced the record even though he apparently had zero interest in doing so. There was a studio called Audio Arts. I believe Julian needed to get some sessions in and out and collect some money, so that’s what we were about.

Ryan: That’s a horrible situation to be in.

Vitus: Yeah. We were totally unimportant. Joe (Nolte) quickly realized that there was a bad vibe. Joe had a lot of input into L.A. Explosion! That was Joe’s record. It’s about Joe as a songwriter. I had one song (“A Fool Like You”) in there that made fun of A&R people. The second record was supposed to be a closer split between me and Joe. I would write one-third of the songs, and I would have more say about the production because it was supposed to be more pop. So I get locked out of the control room when it was time to mix. Jo Julian does direct injection on a Rickenbacker 12-string guitar, a Rickenbacker bass and a Farfisa. So, you have all this lovely 4,000-cycle signal with no life to it. John Frank, The Last’s new drummer, couldn’t hear us as we were playing. The mixes were terrible even though Joe’s songs are great. At the very least, it should’ve been interesting, but it wasn’t. Today we’re going back and re-amping the signals. Not adding anything, but getting a clean mix. The record should be out in late spring (2020). And “Jungle Book” is on there. It’s also on the new Trotsky Icepick record that is called I Haunted Myself (2019).

Ryan: Listening to you describe the Look Again situation, I’m able to put the pieces together. At least locally, The Last were really popular around the time of L.A. Explosion!

Vitus: The Look Again debacle killed it.

Ryan: You guys even had a billboard on the Sunset Strip, right?

Vitus: Yep.    

Ryan: That’s a real shame.

Vitus: All of that is fine. We got to play some great shows and events. There were wonderful experiences. And we never got dragged on the road and stiffed by some bar owner in Arkansas.  

           We played a Gronk and Jerry Dreva art exhibit Downtown with The Screamers and The Bags in an art gallery. What an experience. Ray Manzarek autographed my keyboard. David Bowie was in the audience, wanting to produce The Screamers. There was a whole energy to that night. It was better than having a number-one record.

#vitus matare #the last #trotsky icepick #jeffrey lee pierce #the red lights #happy squid records #the urinals #danny and the doorknobs #joe nolte

[t-underneaththeradardancing]

you would not - think - imma drum roll - working onna cover - been trying for yearz - im slow - sometimes - and trynna master a repertoire  doncha know - 3 actually and 4 and 5 dimensions out there waiting in deep space - and i hear an arrangement - its diff from the recording im basing on which issa dylan cover which completely changed the arrangement in the 1st place - and bobby z used a capo and u know how they confuse me - musically so much come together - another cover inna worx the beatles and theres a nanker phelge song empty heart which in some plain of existence i have heard patti smith perform tho like a forest tree i cant find it and it is possible i b delusional just a bit on the subject - now 

truth  - i mean this really happens - 1st tho cuz the delusion thing brought up - i know its wood and metal - they all are more or less - i tawk to guitars - not much mind u not like say a crow or a kitty - i praise them - new guitar - maybe i name her - its agreed by everyone include witches that guitars are female despite the uh phallic nature  - anywaze - maybe they trans that would make sense - and i carefully cuz another possible delusion is i pick up vibes from previous players - chose a brand new - still in the box - unseen unplayed closest was liams which is slightly different - the 1st time i played it let me know that i didnt need to try so hard - i could play gentle - and i started playing things in proper positions - the neck is smaller shorter than my gibson still full size tho - every fret playable and for the 1st time ever im using every fret - yah i still go overboard and overplay - too often maybe - yah really - but in the moment when time slows and i can step outside my mind and float across the ceiling like a winwood  - a gentle intensity and guitar lets me know - for this moment i can play absolutely anything i imagine flawlessly and even tho tbh the control knobs tho simple confuse me - but u no that happen ez - adjust i do onna fly and get the tones i wanna - ok thats scary - havent quite keyboard traffi and the song i want 1st suggestion before i even hit the c  - tho when banging it out chord bash like a townsend it b rockin  - do u talk to trees 

im trynna lissen to o

a weird thing this life - 66 and after 50 years of fucking around  - yah there wuz srs practice listen to hundreds of musicians learn from every single one i swear but never play on a regular basis w anybody in the stratosphere of liam or vita and tho only really once becca on violin - and only once w ppl i love in a band band wuz a teenager save my life  - now another teenage life saver literally - if liam had fucked around hesitate to call 911  - and w another i teen age musician - performing more often and better than ever and improving - and itsa 3 way street - we teach each other constantly learning  - they play better with me and each other  - even if just in the same space  - and the 3 of us so different and strange  - digging whatever scene we do  sharing joys  sorrows strengths shielding each other weak spots  - so yah - imma make the most of this  - im getting stronger for sure yah slowly - was invited to hang chill - wanted to but would have meant rushing and still a bit tired from 2 days playing and later nights lately  - and if we start playing music - lets see - 3 or more musicians in a basement w half a dozen guitars and amps and keyboards and a full drum set - wats the odds - meeting vita 2morrow eve  kava- we gonna pretend we dont know there no open mic and play onna porch practice - prob b some peeps who dont know and we have an audience - weather sposed b nice thats the plan - my idea   - wat actually happen idk - if it dont work out we improvise till we find a drawing board  - no blame just keep moving forward  - slowly cuz the old as fuck - but at least not feeling feeble  - pain mostly a dull roar  - forgotten tranced out when playing - manageable mostly tranceable often past few days ~ i wuz hoping that was infinity i knows theres a way to do it - ok 1 more song then dishes kitty feed bed  - tonight when i chase the dragon ... grail quests for the daytime 

#poetry i guess

[fictionalarsonist]

「 exo_chanyeol | Deceptionist 」

pairing: chanyeol ⨯ reader feat. exo’s junmyeon ++kyungsoo, baekhyun and jongdae genre: angst, some fluff, idol reader!au, guitarrist pcy!au (plotwise) rating: PG-13 (slight cursing) type: drabble word count: 4.5K

… As it has been said in a song _Drabble Series 11. “I’ve got slicked back hair Skin tight jeans Cadillac car And a teenage dream" - Rocker by AC/DC

a/n: the story’s not edited, so there might be mistakes.

「 MASTERLIST | REQUEST 」

A stable boring but well-paying office job with a leash around his neck, drinking some trendy caffeine filled poison every morning and meeting his colleagues every night to lose the leash for a few hours, but only enough because the next day there’d be more of the same. Such a predictable future where he’d come over to his parents’ house during every weekend before seeing some chick playing hard to get while looking down on him until he’s making enough money to buy his upgraded version of anything she wants to live in that’s better than any of her nosy friends’, next thing a baby and he’d go to some of the back in the day’s routine with his old friends looking for an easy to get younger catch that’d last a night if he’s not too tired.

If life’s a train track, carefully planned and set by his well-off parents, then Chanyeol’s a train wreck, not the least sorry for destroying all this utopia and get on his own way, decided to be the worst disappointment of everyone lives. He doesn’t mind walking out of his house when his father told him to after going through a crazy range and breaking Chanyeol’s beloved guitar in pieces with bloodshot eyes, Chanyeol can’t really believe his mother tears are for him, it just seems like she’s crying for the now deconstructed image she has of him, Chanyeol can’t help but cry too, he’s not sure for what reason, but he cries as well. The dirty, small house doesn’t even have a proper door, let alone a locker, is much different from the house he came from, but it’s better than living in the streets and is far better than living a lie. There’s this guy, older than him, who lives a life he doesn’t know well but has no choice but share the small house with, his incomes are too short to pay for it alone and since he takes most of his times to dedicate to his dream, going for auditions and whatever he can get as long as he keeps playing his guitar.

Confined in a very small bedroom where his bed is a dirty comforter on the floor, Chanyeol’s past the time where he’d tell himself he made the right choice, he hears when the front door is slammed shut, a tell-tale that his roommate arrived, he doesn’t mind the sound of things falling on the floor echoing the background, nor the mumbled, incomprehensible talking, muffled not by the almost paper-thin walls but probably from the alcohol, at most, Chanyeol knows, Junmyeon probably brought someone in and he reaches out for his headphones.

Holding the pencil with his teeth, Chanyeol keeps his eyes narrowed at the music sheet in front of him while his fingers are drawn back to play with the well-known chords with a heartfelt familiarity, he stops every once to write down the new outcomes, to correct something, to write down a side-note, too distracted into his music and eager to ignore any other sound aside from his guitar to notice anything else.

It’s not a sound but a smell that makes Chanyeol stop everything he’s doing, it’s different than the smell of old sweat and dirty laundry that lingers around the house, not him nor Junmyeon are the cleanest people in the world, as long as he’s comfortable, he doesn’t mind wearing the same clothes as much as possible, it means he doesn’t have to deal with that confusing machine too much. But, again, it’s none of those smells, it smells like food and Chanyeol doesn’t stop to notice that it smells delicious and appetizing, he simply places his guitar and headphones down, jolting up towards the kitchen as fast as he can, the remembrance of Junmyeon almost setting the house on fire the last time he tried cooking while drunk almost causing him to panic.

The sight of Junmyeon passed out on the small sofa in the room between the two bedrooms, the even smaller bathroom and the insignificant kitchen makes Chanyeol doesn’t help.

“Do you want to kill everyone?��, he doesn’t want to look at whoever you are, instead, occupies himself with turning off the stove and whatever else he can find.

“What are you doing?”, you turn away from the vegetable you’re cutting to push Chanyeol away and he looks at you outraged.

He watches as you turn it all on again and checks on everything, his mouth agape and a dumbstruck look on his face.

“Me?”, he points at himself with a tasteless side-smile, “you’re the stranger cooking in my house!”, he protests, looking up and down at you.

Maybe at first, Chanyeol’s in doubt, but at a second glance he’s more convinced that he’s not seeing things and knows exactly who you are, the casual, training clothing and your bare face don’t really hide you as much as you’d want to.

It’d be hard to find a single person who wouldn’t recognize you, your face is everywhere, the newest girl group from one of the top three entertainment company, trending number one in every chart right after debut and though Chanyeol admits the music’s good, he’s already sick and tired of listening his friend and band member Baekhyun sing the chorus over and over again, whenever there’s a break in the rehearsal earlier the night before, Kyungsoo’s the one who spoke what went through Chanyeol’s mind.

“There must be some talent in the middle of this brainwashing bullshit”, the guy sounded much colder than he would, but still they shared the same thought.

No one in the band, not even Baekhyun who couldn’t stop talking about how hot you are, was very fond of mainstream artists when they work so hard with so little opportunities, so every now and then a discussion like this comes out. Now, looking at you up close there are two things Chanyeol can say for sure, the first is that, indeed, Baekhyun was unfair by saying you’re hot because seeing you up close like this and using no makeup, saying that you’re hot doesn’t even get close to how good you look and he tries to think about how’d be to have you wearing one of those revealing clothes he saw on that poster he passed the day before, and, the second thing— What are you doing in his house?

“What the fuck are you even doing here?”, his words mixed with frustrations and irritation went a little higher than he thought he could go, much like a teenager in the embarrassing beginning of puberty.

A small and amused side smirk plays on the corner of your lips, eyebrows tilting up beautifully, Chanyeol observes against his will, just the slightest, mocking him, Chanyeol gulps down not as subtle as he wishes, trying to keep a straight face despite the creeping blush on his cheek, not to say that you find it adorable, but the moment where you could say something passes when the sound of the food shimmering loudly makes you step away to turn off the stove.

“I’m here just to take care of my brother”, your stern tone sounds nothing like the sweet talker you are on the TV, “I’ll leave when I’m done”, you tell him over your shoulder while keeping your attention on the food once again.

“Brother?”, Chanyeol frowns and glance at the passed-out image of Junmyeon on the couch before looking back at you in disbelief, “you mean him?”, Junmyeon snores loudly as if to make Chanyeol’s outraged point even clearer.

“Yeah”, you reply giving little to no importance to his question even though your nerves are sky-rocketing, no one supposed to see you, no one!

“Kim Junmyeon”, Chanyeol tries again with insistence, “that Kim Junmyeon”, he points at the older guy as he walks to your side, “That guy’s your brother?!”

“I already said he is!”, you reply with impatience and try pushing him again, but this time he doesn’t let you, so you draw your hand back, “get away, can’t you see I’m cooking?”

Stubbornly Chanyeol crosses his arms over his chest and looks at you up and down before glancing back at Junmyeon again and just now he can see the similarities.

“That hard to believe, huh?”

“Almost impossible”, he mumbles, looking at you up and down.

You try turning away from you to focus on the food again, but his grip on your arm makes you stop, you look at where his hand holds you before looking at him, there’s already a lot in your head.

“You’re y/n, right? I mean… I already know it’s you, but—”, he licks his lips, tilting his head.

“y/n”, you see Junmyeon walking in the kitchen, rubbing his forehead, “why’re you here?”, he seems confused.

Junmyeon comes closer and when sees Chanyeol’s grip on your arm, he stops where he is and glares at his roommate.

“What are you doing? Let her go”, the threatening tone is obvious and Chanyeol draws his hand back, Junmyeon looks at you again, “y/n, you have to go back”, his voice is tender again and you’re not sure if he’s still drunk or not, but you can tell he’s hurt.

The stylish finishes the last few touches in a hurry and you run after the other members, the youngest grips on your arm with nervousness.

“I’m worried”, you smile, offering a hug in return.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be alright”, you tell her even though you’re worried and nervous just as much.

There’s a group of seniors and you greet them, bowing and smiling as you walk in, there’s the typical exchange of introductions and some of their curiosity fade in the next moment, focusing on themselves, you and your group do the same.

Instead of worrying about the performance there are other things swimming in your mind, you wonder if your brother went home safely after walking you back to the dorm, you wonder how things ended up when he went back home and more importantly, why didn’t say anything about how bad everything’s going for him sooner? You’d try to help him. He always posed as if he was doing just fine and has money enough to send you and maintain himself in Seoul, but maybe you’re too stupid to notice.

“You saw it wrong”, Junmyeon claims, stuffing his mouth with the food you left that morning.

Chanyeol scoffs, shaking his head and tries stealing some of the food just to annoy the other and gets his hand slapped hard with the chopsticks.

“Ouch!”, Chanyeol draws back his hand, two clear red marks from the chopsticks on the back of his hand.

“I didn’t say you could eat it”, Chanyeol shrugs, “don’t go around saying anything stupid”, the younger of the two clicks his tongue and leans back against the strangely clean balcony behind him.

“Hyung”, he starts leisurely, “if you want me to keep the secret”, Chanyeol gestures his hand calmly, closing his eyes and enjoying his moment, “all you have to you is ask me”

Opening his eyes with a small smile, Chanyeol leans his upper body closer, seeing the irritated and wide-eyed expression on Junmyeon’s face and enjoying every second of the older guy’s torture.

“Just ask nicely”, your smug expression could make Junmyeon puke, “You don’t need to lie to me.”

It’s obvious just how Junmyeon wants nothing but to strike a punch Chanyeol’s face, but he won’t, the older holds back the best he can, knuckles white from how tight he grips on the chopsticks and the edge of the table.

“Park Chanyeol, I swear—”, Junmyeon a low tone makes his threat even more valid, “if you try to screw up my sister’s career–”, the unapologetic expression on Chanyeol’s face makes him angrier.

“If I were you, I’d be nice to me”, Chanyeol does his best version of the ever so shameless Baekhyun. 

Looking at the time in his watch, Junmyeon sighs, jumping from his seat.

“All right!”, the older hisses at him grabbing his jacket thrown across the table, “What’ll take you to not say a word about it?”

And that’s where Chanyeol wanted to get at, he licked his lips parted to form a content smile. Maybe this was him being the worst version of himself, but this was a rare opportunity, a precious golden ticket he wants to grip with all his might and never let go. 

“Nothing”, he shrugs.

“Is your brother here?”, one of the girls asks, seeing you scan the people crowd holding merchants displaying the group’s logo, you’ll be up next.

“No!”, your voice quivers with nervousness and you bite your lip, feeling her massage your shoulder, an attempt to calm you down.

“He’d never miss our second single debut, y/n. Don’t worry, he’ll come!”

It’s only when you taking the position on the stage that you finally see him sitting on a corner holding a banner with a cheering message and your name on it and you smile, Junmyeon smiles back at you. That guy’s there too, almost hidden in a shadow, hoodie pulled over his head as he almost lay down on the chair with his feet over the backrest of the chair in front of him, not caring about the angry glares of the girl who’s sitting there, you wonder why since Junmyeon never brings anyone along with him when he comes to see you, but you have to brush the thoughts away, smile and the song starts.

You have to perform again and again to guarantee a good content, then stage changes and you have to go again, but this is your dream, so you do it gladly, smiling brightly, a little too much when you glance at your brother whenever you have the chance, only to see him standing and dancing along with the choreography, the exchanged looks between you and your members tell you that the girls are amused by your brother’s antics as well.

The song ends for the last time - for this program’s recording at least - and the group stays in position until told otherwise, breathing in relief when it’s done, you follow the others out of the stage and wave at the crowd, waving at your brother and the grumpy guy beside him as well.

As usual, the group rushes back to the waiting room, your smile becomes a frown when you think about the state you saw your brother the day before and you wonder if he remembers calling you in the first place.

“y/n!”, you hear his voice when you’re sipping on an ice-cold water and smile instantly, behind him, that guy and the door closes behind them quickly.

Junmyeon isn’t subtle about how he stands protectively between you and the other guy who, you notice, is wearing something different than the day before and you hope that is clean, now that you know that house you wonder if there’s anything remotely clean in there.

“I think you already met Chanyeol, he’s my roommate”, Chanyeol nods at your direction.

“We met last nigh–”, Chanyeol’s words are cut by a pointed punch on his stomach, Junmyeon seems to be very much satisfied with it while Chanyeol winces in pain.

From all the times your manager offers Junmyeon to join the team, this is the first time he does, you recall how he’d say that he’d never hurt his pride working for the same guy he used to fight the most at school but, this time, he doesn’t only joins in but let Chanyeol tag along.

Setting his foot in that industry’s backstage is Chanyeol’s golden ticket and he knows it and all he needs to do is keep quiet about the fact that you sneak out the dorm at night.

“He’s not a bad person”, Junmyeon tried to explain.

“Then why can’t I talk to him?”, you asked Junmyeon once when he pulled you away from a nice talk with Chanyeol.

“I’m your brother, you just need to trust me"

And by now you’re already fed up with just doing whatever people tell you without question, pretty much just nodding and agreeing pathetically.

“You expect me to just say ‘amen’ to whatever you say?”, you half-yells at him.

Part of you know this is wrong, you acknowledge the hurt in his eyes when you just snap at him like that, but this irrational and frustrated part of yourself is overpowering your thoughts as you push past your brother, just wanting to get away from all the oppressive feeling that seems to crush you from inside, but there’s nowhere you can go, no one you can talk to that would understand you except for your brother, the other members wouldn’t understand either.

“Hey, hey! Wait! Where you going?”, you look up in anger to see Chanyeol holding you by your shoulders and you haven’t noticed you began crying, through blurry eyes you see him frowning and take a hesitating step closer, “what happened?”, his voice is softer.

You hear your brother’s voice in your head, telling you that Chanyeol’s not someone you can’t trust and you know you should listen to him, but you let Chanyeol place his arms over your shoulder and pull you close, you grip on his jacket when and hides your face on his shoulder and he lets you cry there. You don’t notice he’s not alone until he speaks again and obviously is not with you.

“Kyungsoo’s our vocalist and manager, so he’s usually better at this kind of things.”

“Of course”, your grip on his jacket tightens when you listen to the unknown male’s voice, “don’t worry about it”

Next thing you know, Chanyeol’s taken you to the group’s van, it’s the only place you can be alone and away from everyone, he lets you cry on his shoulder, he lets you talk about what’s in your head and he listens to you, he understands and comforts you until you’re feeling better again. Chanyeol manages to lift your mood with silly stories about your brother you never thought you’d hear about, it’s the first time you listen him laugh wholeheartedly, clapping his hand loudly as you tell him about something that happened when you were a trainee in the company. The grumpy Chanyeol you knew at first is someone you barely see, except when he seems like he needs some sleep, but except for that, from then on, he’s always there when you need it, always making you smile with silly jokes and antics.

Chanyeol helps you sneak out of the dorm with his friends and band members even your brother wouldn’t know about it, you meet the guy you heard the name that day, Kyungsoo and also, Baekhyun who seems to have too much unnecessary stories to tell, all of them funny, but makes you blush in embarrassment, there’s also Jongdae and along with Baekhyun, he makes lots of jokes about your “relationship” with Chanyeol and at that you gladly notice that Chanyeol blushes a deep shade of red just like you and not from the alcohol.

You don’t mind the fact that they don’t take you to an expensive restaurant as other people would do, you simply enjoy their company, somewhere in the back of your head you hear your brother’s advice, but this makes you smile so genuinely that you don’t mind them. Chanyeol takes you back to the dorm, without the other and if you thought the night couldn’t be any better, it’s because you didn’t expect him to press his lips on yours, testing the waters at first and smiling when you kiss him back, feeling butterflies in your stomach when you feel one of his hands cupping your cheek and the other intertwining his fingers on yours.

You are most definitely in love with Park Chanyeol and the best part is that he’s with you whenever he can, he helps you sneak out of the dorm every now and then to see his rehearsal or a presentation somewhere and he always sneak away from his members to spend time with you afterwards, always being caring and considerate, listening to you and cheering you up when things aren’t quite as they should, the more popular you become, the more overseas schedules you have and that’s when you have to say goodbye to him and that hurts, but he always guarantee you that everything’s fine, that’d he’d be there when you’re back and he always is there for you.

Junmyeon’s not stupid and even though you and Chanyeol try not to be so close or affectionate when you’re brother’s around, still he manages to catch on it and one day, he follows you and Chanyeol on one of your attempts to escape from the crowds to be alone for a moment, needless to say he’s mad about it.

“Didn’t I told you to keep away from him?”, it’s the first time Junmyeon raise his voice at you.

“Wait, Junmyeon--”, Chanyeol tries to step between you and Junmyeon only to be pushed away harshly.

“You stay out of this and stay away from my sister, you hear me?”, with his finger pointing threatening at Chanyeol’s face, Junmyeon yanks you away from your boyfriend’s side.

“You’re not my father, Junmyeon!”, you pull yourself away, closer to Chanyeol, “stop being so overprotective, Chanyeol’s not a bad guy”

“What do you know about him, huh?”, your brother steps closer, glancing between you and Chanyeol, “have you met his friends yet?”

“Yes! I did! They’re not bad people either.”

“Don’t you think this is a little too weird, y/n? Are you blind?”, Junmyeon tries to get close to you and you step away, “did he ever told you anything about himself? I live with him for the past four years and all I know is his last name and his age, what do you know about him?”, he points at Chanyeol.

It is true that Chanyeol never talks about himself, he listens to your stories but never tells his, at least not something that tells you anything about his past.

“y/n, I’m your brother and I only want you to be happy”, Junmyeon’s voice is softer, but you can still hear his anger, you can see it in his eyes when he glances at Chanyeol, “I know just how hard you worked to be where you are right now and I don’t want some stupid guy to come in and ruin it for you, it’s not fair”

Maybe the worst part is that Chanyeol didn’t say anything to defend himself the whole time, he didn’t try to say anything back, he stood there, listening to Junmyeon and only interfering when things started to get too hurtful for you.

The group is global trending and you hardly have time to breathe properly, of course, you’re glad that your hard work’s paying off, Junmyeon gets a position as your personal assistant as soon as the fans push for a solo debut and he’s always with you, you find out that it’s not bad as you thought it’d be, he’s always protective but not as much as before, it’s good to see your brother goofing around your and the girls and is nice to tease him when he gather fans for being good looking just before you expose his dorky self on social media.

Something changes, Chanyeol almost disappears from your life after that day saying little to nothing, just like you met him and never explains himself and when you ask him, it’s when you don’t see him again. You miss him, you miss how sweet he’s always been with you, how he’d take the weight off your shoulders and act as if you’re just another normal person that doesn’t need to be perfect to be loved, you miss the way he kissed you and the way you’d feel so at peace when Chanyeol had his arms around you, how he’d make you laugh and blush, you miss the way he looked in your eyes sometimes and say it’s nothing when you’d ask him, kissing you instead.

Chanyeol’s not there when you come back from overseas anymore, he doesn’t reply your messages, doesn’t call you and you try not to feel hurt because there must be a reason, you just wish you had a reason to think that way, Junmyeon doesn’t mention Chanyeol anymore as if he never happened, he does try to introduce you to other people you end up being friends with, you meet other guys Junmyeon assures they’re nice and they are, but your heart’s with somewhere else.

“y/n! Come see this!”, one of the members calls you from across the dance studio.

You push yourself off the floor against your will to sit beside her on the couch, she’s smiling at the video playing on her phone and turns the volume up so you both can hear the interview 

“Isn’t that Chanyeol Did you know he had a rock band?”

Indeed, it’s him, makeup and all, along with his band members that you met and two others you never met, they introduce themselves as EXO and Chanyeol’s introduce himself as PCY, your eyes are eager taking everything in the interview, Chanyeol’s charming but shy and Baekhyun does most of the talking, strangely enough, Kyungsoo looks even more introverted than he already is.

That’d explain everything, if he’s been a trainee, then you understand why he couldn’t be with you as much. You look up when an agitated Junmyeon walks in.

“y/n, come on!”, he goes around gathering your things, not carrying about shoving them inside your backpack, you know something’s wrong, “we have to go, the general manager’s waiting in the car”

You stand up, watching him going around the room and making sure he got everything.

“What happened?”

“You didn’t bring a hoodie? A cap?”, you shake your head and he takes off his jacket to give you this hoodie, with the corner of your eyes you can see the girls getting their phones and you start to panic.

Junmyeon reaches inside his backpack for a cap and a mask.

“There are too many people outside, the security will drive my car so they’ll follow him and we’ll leave in the van, alright?”, you nod, but grab his wrist when he tries to pull you along with him.

“But why?”, you watch him tense and shot a side glance at the other girls before stepping closer so just you’d hear, he takes his phone out of his pocket and unlocks, the browser already filled with news about yours and Chanyeol’s affair, pictures of the secret dates coloring the screen.

“I told you to not trust him”, you can feel the wild loop your heart goes through before dropping on your stomach, “come on”, he grabs your hand, “the CEO’s waiting for us, y/n. We really have to go.”

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Dear Fellow Guitar Player,

Have you always wanted to play guitar but could never find the time? Like the rest of us, you’re probably busy raising a family, working a job, finishing school or chasing a career. You might even think you’re too old, or unable to learn how to play.

You may have already tried to learn guitar only to become frustrated and disappointed. Have you had problems with fingers that don’t want to co-operate, or difficulty pressing down the strings to make chords sound “clear”, or challenges with strumming and getting the right “timing”? Do you feel like your hands are just too small, or you’ll never be able to stretch your fingers enough to play guitar? Have you tried guitar lessons designed for a “younger crowd“, that seemed geared toward kids – and taught by kids?

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My career as a professional guitarist has spanned more than 30 years. In that time, I have had the honor of sharing stages with many top name artists (Little Big Town, Wild Rose, Winger, Confederate Railroad,  Jason Aldean and more), and spent many of those years touring the U.S. and Europe. In addition, I have owned a successful music store, been a published songwriter, and taught countless students how to play guitar.

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Let’s face it, there’s a ton of information out there on the web.  Free lessons, YouTube videos, blogs and advice. Some of it good, some not so good.

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When many of my new guitar students started with Adult Guitar Lessons, they were self professed “Google Guitarists”, that could play little snippets, riffs and licks on guitar, but had no real firm grasp on guitar concepts, and were hard pressed to play a complete song from beginning to end!

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When I was about 12 I had visions of being a rock star like so many during the time of the British invasion. As I got older, life got in the way, and even though I thought of being that rock star I never was able to pursue my dreams. My wife knew of my younger dreams and encouraged me to start playing again which I did a little but I wanted to play the guitar the right way, not struggle with trying to read music, learn the chords, make the progressions from chord to chord without the frustration. I started looking online for guitar lesson information and found alot of sites,but none seemed to be in the business of teaching – only selling – except one, Adult Guitar Lessons. I was a bit apprehensive at first but I joined after being impressed with what the site contained. It was so loaded with information and sharing, genuine in a way that only a person that loves what he does is willing to give to others that have the desire as well.

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How to learn songs from just listening to the recording

Shortcuts to identifying, and playing, any chord progression

Secrets to easily form chords anywhere on the guitar

…And you won’t have to devote hours upon hours to practice. With only 10 minutes or so a day you’ll be playing songs on the guitar by your favorite artists – in no time at all!

Are you a Beatles fan? How about Eric Clapton, Pink Floyd, Johnny Cash, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Joe Cocker, Paul Simon, The Blues Brothers, Chuck Berry, The Animals, BTO, The Kinks, Dwight Yoakam, or Marshall Tucker?

Did you ever believe you’d be able to play songs on the guitar by all these (and more) top artists of our generation? 

…You will!…And Faster Than You Think!

Imagine the look on the faces of your friends and family as you’re jamming away on songs by many of these artists within your first 30 days on the guitar!

Many new guitar students encounter some challenges early in the game. Some even give up the guitar altogether in frustration, but that won’t be you. With this course you will learn how to overcome, with ease, some of the most common obstacles that face guitarists in the beginning.

• Never again struggle to form chords and make them sound clear

• Teach your fingers how to play notes with no string muting or fret buzz

• Learn strumming techniques that will have you sounding like a pro

• Improve your timing and master complex rhythms

• Change chords smoothly and seamlessly

• Learn the #1 secret to better barre chords

• Build hand and finger strength, and reduce forearm fatigue  

What Our Members Say…

…It Makes All The Difference!…

I searched the net and after searching, found this site which for me was easy to follow. I have all the lessons at my disposal, I can go as fast as I want, even go back if I wish. Plus there are the individual emails and videos. And because I have it installed on my net book, I take my guitar and tutor with me wherever and whenever I wish.  Plenty of encouragement from Keith when its needed, more like an old buddy than a tutor, it makes all the difference.

Davey M. – Doncaster, England

Easier Every Time I Pick Up The Guitar…

Hi Keith

I just want to let you know that I am enjoying the Adult Guitar lessons and I am finding it easier every time I pick up the guitar. What I enjoy the most is I have the help I need just by logging into your site and it is there when I need it. Also the quick response to my questions from you.

Thanks again.

Dan A.

…Professional Help…

Hi Keith, I’m sending this to thank you for all of your professional help. When I started with the guitar I didn’t think it was my thing to do. I went on-line to find some help and I ran across your web-site for Adult Guitar Lessons. It was not easy to get the chords to sound clear, but with you available through email conversations I can now do the C-A-G-E-D chords with no problem. Thank you so much for the encouragement.

Take Care and GOD Bless,

Brother L.

Precise, Direct Instruction…

Keith,

Your course was just  what i was looking for. Precise, direct instruction with excellent tab graphics, and a vibe from you that comes through that you are caring and sincere and excited about teaching  us guitar. Thanx.

Ed B., Illinois

62 Year Old Blues Fan…

Hiya Keith,

I would just like to thank you and your team for giving me the enthusiasm to try once more with the guitar. I am a 62 yr old blues fan and have “messed about” with guitars for years without much success, with your course I find it very user friendly and in just a few short weeks am able to play some things that people actually recognize!

I find the video clips helpful and fun and I really like the fact that I can revisit any part of the course when it suits me.

You keep up the good work and I will keep practicing.

Cheers,  John S., Gt Manchester, England.

The one thing you must learn to play any chord, anywhere on the guitar

How to train your ear to hear any chord progression

How to use a simple 8 note pattern to figure out any chord progression, for any song

Learn to play a 12 bar blues progression in any key

The secret trick to playing a I, IV, V chord progression anywhere on the fret board

The hardest thing to overcome when learning guitar, and how to beat it

Uncover the mystery behind “Three Chords and the Truth”

How to “punch up the Dixie” in your Southern Rock songs

Discover the one absolute most important rhythm riff you will ever need to know on the guitar

…and Much More!

Is playing the guitar something you have always wanted to do but never found the time to learn? Have you reached a point in your life where you’ve finally decided to do something about it? Maybe you want to learn how to play guitar so you can…

• Join a band and play on stage

• Become a songwriter and record your own music

• Play gigs as a solo performer

• Play with your church group or praise team

• Jam with friends in the garage

• Play songs for family and friends

• Play guitar for personal enjoyment, for therapy and stress relief

Whatever direction you want to go in, this course will give you all the guitar skills and resources you need to accomplish all of your goals and rise to any level you desire on the guitar! This is, quite simply…

The Easiest and Fastest Way Available To Learn How To Play Guitar!

In addition…Did you know that….

It has been known for a long time that listening to music can result in positive health benefits by reducing blood pressure, stress and feelings of pain.

But did you know that recent studies show that playing music has positive and lasting health benefits in older adults?

Learning to play guitar can help with improved brain functions as shown by a Pennsylvania State University study. When the brain is engaged in 60 to 75 minute sessions of “exercise”, the results are improvement in mental processing and reasoning skills, which can increase cognitive skills as much as 5 years later in older adults.

In another study (Music Making and Wellness Project), it was shown that a group of retirees that took music lessons experienced:

• Increasing levels of human growth hormone (hGH)

• Decreases in Anxiety

• Reductions in Depression

• Reduction in Feelings of Loneliness

We all know that playing guitar is fun, and is good for the “soul”. But now we know it’s good for your health as well!

Making My Dream Come True (at 58 years young!)…

Hi Keith, First off I’d like to thank you so very much for making my dream come true. I always wanted to play guitar and try an be a good player like all my friends. Well I think the way I’m going now I will get pretty good as I can already play a number of country songs…To all you people who want to learn guitar at home and with all the help you need by just sending keith a note, he will be right there to help you at all times. Trust me , this is a great site if you really want to learn guitar. Good luck to all. 

Paul, Ontario, Canada.

P.S.– By the way I am 58 years young, I took Guitar lessons from two different teachers around 25 years ago at different intervals but have learnt a great deal more from Keith in this past month . Its because he takes his time and takes you step by step through everything, he explains it all right to a tee. (way to go Keith)

…Making Learning Guitar Fun…

Thanks for making learning guitar fun, I like the way you cut to the chase and get alot going so it does not become boring.  I am 65 years young and enjoy spending time playing.   Great lesson plan and you put alot on the plate, that way you can pick what you want to learn and have funtime at it. I recommend this lesson plan to anyone with interest to getting up and running fast, thanks again.

Bob,  Stuart Fl.

 …Personalized Touch…

 My opinion, I don’t think you could offer any better services than what you already provide.  Your personalized touch and attention to specific question and concerns is outstanding.  If I had a lot of money I would certainly recruit you for your dedication and passion to run a company.

Renea, Madison, Wisconsin

Adult Guitar Lessons is offered in an online, multi-media format including over 100 video lessons. No more keeping up with books that get torn or dog eared, and DVD’s that can get lost or scratched.

Each lesson is supported with detailed written explanations, music charts, chord charts, TAB’s and color pictures.

Simply log in to your personal account, anytime (24/7), even if it’s 2:00am in the morning, grab your guitar and start your lessons.

Video Lessons

Over 100 Video Guitar Lessons, ranging from Beginner Guitar, Intermediate Guitar, Lead Guitar and our popular Cool Lick Series. We don’t just show you – all lessons are fully explained in detail.

Music Charts

Easy to read charts help you map out songs in a clear cut, simple to understand format.

  TAB’s

Every guitar lick and riff is written out in Tablature (TAB) form, and explained in the videos

  Chord Diagrams

All chords are illustrated with diagrams and fingering instructions

  Text

Each lesson includes in-depth written explanations that compliment the videos

Lesson Goals:

♦ Learn the right hand down stroke technique ♦ Learn the right hand up stroke technique ♦ Become familiar with the music staff and notation ♦ Learn alternating down and up stroke pattern

Now that we know how to form the E chord we can begin working on learning strumming techniques.

Start by practicing down strokes as illustrated to the right. For now just work on getting smooth strokes with all 6 strings ringing clearly.

Do this slowly and keep a steady tempo to begin with and then you can gradually speed up.

Next we will work on up strokes. Again, we are not too concerned with speed at this stage. Just play them slow and at a steady tempo until you feel comfortable with the movement.

Now we can put this all together! In the following example we will practice alternating between down strokes and up strokes.

Color Pictures

Clearly demonstrating how to form chords and patterns

Jam Tips

Extra bits of helpful information relating to each lesson

Jam Tip!

We will talk a lot about visualization as a way of learning guitar fast. Take a moment and visualize the pattern of the E chord fingering so that you can recall it without looking at the diagram. I promise you will see this chord and chord pattern many times in the future!

Unlimited Email Support

You are never alone as a Full Access Member. We are always here to answer questions and explain techniques

Need Help?

Got a Question?

Lesson Help

Unlimited Course Updates

This one is really important! Because this course is online, as a Full Access Premier Member your membership never expires, and you will have unlimited access to all the course updates, improvements and new Cool Licks, automatically! 

Caution: Many online courses are delivered as a download and cannot be changed, updated or improved. Similarly, home study DVD and book courses cannot be updated as well, without re-ordering the course.

At Adult Guitar Lessons, we are continually adding new lessons and Cool Licks, making improvements, and updating – and you get them all every time you log in!

Most Comprehensive I have Seen…

Hey Keith, This is the most comprehensive and informative set of instructions I have ever seen and it is helping me greatly. I am actually a performing musician “one man band” and have been playing for over 30 years. I am mostly self taught and have been stuck in a rut for years…I am really enjoying the lessons.

Harry C., San Diego

Helpful and Easy to Follow…

Hi Keith & Staff. I want to let you know how helpful and easy to follow your lessons have been. I am 50 years old and always wanted to learn guitar. I never thought I could learn the basics so fast. I have my own business here in Australia and work long hours, even so I spend a least 45 minutes each evening practising using your tutorials.The way they are presented is first class.I know I still have a way to go but I know I will get there. So thank you for making a life long aim come to fruition. I would have no hesitation in recommending Adult Guitar Lessons to anyone wanting to learn guitar.

Regards, Joe A. Melbourne, Australia.

Far Superior…

Hi Keith. Thanks for your words of reassurance. Adult Guitar Lessons have well and truly exceeded my expectations.You are an excellent forum for learning to play guitar. The tutorials, licks and the email responses have been extremely helpful. From a beginners point of view your site is far superior to any other sites I had previously searched.

Gerry M. Utica, New York

Your path to finally becoming an accomplished guitar player is mapped out for you in step-by-step learning modules. Every lesson, technique and Cool Lick is accompanied by detailed videos that take all the guess work out of it for you. Starting from the beginning at day one, all the way through to learning the skills you need to become a lead guitarist!

Beginner Guitar Lessons – Start from scratch, even if you’ve never picked up a guitar before!

Intermediate Guitar Lessons – Take your guitar playing to the next level with more in-depth techniques and concepts

Lead Guitar 101 – A full “nuts & bolts” course on the mechanics of playing lead guitar and how to apply it to your solos

Cool Lick Series – An ever growing selection of licks and riffs to make your leads soar! Complete with videos and TAB’s

No need to get hung up on music “theory” and abstract concepts. You will learn how to play guitar… by really playing guitar! You’ll be amazed at how quickly you will be playing songs from “our generation” by artists and bands like…

• Eric Clapton

• The Romantics

• Van Halen

• Wild Cherry

• The Beatles

• Loggins & Messina

• The Kinks

• The Blues Brothers

• Georgia Satellites 

• Lynyrd Skynyrd

• The Animals

• Joe cocker

• Chuck Berry

• Dwight Yoakam

• Johnny Cash

• Pink Floyd

• Marshall Tucker

• BTO

Think learning guitar is hard or complicated? Think again! In just a very short amount of time you will not only understand the “why” – but you’ll also fully understand “how” to master the following concepts and techniques on the guitar:

• Major Open Chords

• Alternate Strum Patterns

• Chord Variations

• Naming Notes on the Neck

• Barre Chords

• Pull-Off’s

• Blues Rhythm Riffs

• Rock & Blues Scale Patterns

• Minor Open Chords

• Palm Muting

• Octaves

• Locating Notes Quickly

• Chord Roots

• Hammer-On’s

• 12 Bar Blues Progressons

•I, IV, V Chord Progressions

• 7th Chords

• Single Note Picking

• C-A-G-E-D Theory

• Chord Patterns 

• Scale Roots

• Slides

• Major Scale Patterns

• Double Note Slides

• Basic Strumming

• Alternate Bass Notes

• Naming Open Notes

• Scale Patterns

• Southern Rock Chords

• Triplets

• Pentatonic Minor Scales

• String Bending

…and Much, Much More!

Thanks A Million…

Hi Keith I have been a life time member now after getting the free lessons. I just have to say I am really enjoying the lessons. I have taken lessons before, but with yours, you are always there for me to go back to if I need the help. Your style really is making it a lot easier to learn how to play guitar. I have a few friends who play and I am now able to join in on some of their jam sessions.

This is great. Thanks a miilion. Walter M. Garden City Beach, SC

Teaching Methods are Awesome…

Well, I have to tell you.  Your teaching methods are awesome.  As well as your website.  I just started learning one of the pentatonic scales…I really cannot thank you enough for your getting right back to me. This alone makes me a solid fan of yours. I look forward to learning more from you. Take care.

Betty

T. Lititz, PA

Super Bonus #1 – One-on-One Guitar Coaching

The next best thing to having your own private guitar instructor! Stuck on a lesson, or have questions? Need more explanation on a guitar concept or technique? Your Full Access Premier Membership entitles you to unlimited email consultations whenever you need it.  You won’t ever feel like you’re out there “floating” around on your own!  

Super Bonus #2 – 10 Steps to Successful Songwriting

Don’t know a verse from a chorus, a bridge from a hook? This handy guide will give you all the insight you need to get your songs off the ground. Whether you want to write songs for you own personal pleasure, or if you have loftier goals of writing for the commercial market. These 10 important steps will get your songs going in the right direction

Super Bonus #3 – 15 Things You Have To Know About Playing In A Band

If you have ever considered getting on stage and making music with a group of other musicians, this is a must read. Even if you are just starting out on guitar, as you progress, you will probably start thinking about joining a band. Whether you want to play gigs in local venues, play with your church group or praise team, or hit the road in search of a label deal – you will need to know these 15 things before you hit the first note!

I want to take this offer one step further.

I’m going to give you a 100% RISK-FREE, 60-Day Money Back Guarantee.

You can’t lose! Consider this…

There is absolutely NO RISK with your Full Access Premier Membership to Adult Guitar Lessons.

Please pay attention to this part:

Join Adult Guitar Lessons today, follow the lessons, practice your guitar – and if you are not playing songs in the first 30 days, if you don’t think this is the best lesson program available, if you’re not 100% thrilled with your decision – simply send us an email within 60 days of joining for a complete refund of your investment. No questions asked!

What’s more, keep Super Bonus #2 and Super Bonus #3 as gifts from me for taking action and making the effort to finally start learning how to play the guitar. It’s a GUARANTEED GAIN no matter what you decide.

It will only be a loss if you don’t grab this opportunity today.

I Never Believed The Offer…

Thank you, Keith.  I am so impressed with your personal response to my concerns.  I really can’t believe you responded with such obvious concern. Honestly, when I signed up for your lessons, I never believed the offer we could email you with questions and have a personal response.  I just figured, if the videos give me some help-great. Thank you very much.

Renea   Effingham, IL

Down To Earth…

Hello Keith..Just wanted to say that I am enjoying your site and the way you teach your lessons. I have been on various sites and even have life time memberships on one, and yours is the only one I have complimented. That is due to the fact that the way you explain things is very down to earth…if anyone decides to use your instructional videos on your site they do not need to feel intimidated. Keep up the good work of making it easy too learn.

Kirk   Lakeland, FL

Private guitar lessons typically range from $25 to $30 per lesson. If you paid a private instructor for the over 100 lessons you get with AdultGuitarLessons.com you could easily spend over $2,500!

Home Study DVD and Book courses often cost as much as $150 to $200 and above. Plus you have to keep up with course materials that can be lost or scratched. And, they cannot be updated without re-ordering.

Many online courses charge monthly subscription fees of $10 to $20 making the cost of just one years worth of lessons as much as $120 to $240 or more!

Keeping all of that in mind, would this course be worth?…

$249.95…No

$149.95…No Way

$99.95…Not even close!

With AdultGuitarLessons.com your Full Access Premier Membership, which includes all the Beginner Guitar Lessons, Intermediate Guitar Lessons, Lead Guitar 101 Lessons, our popular “Cool Lick Series”, PLUS, Unlimited Course Updates, AND, Unlimited Email Coaching – for a small, one time investment of only $47 ! (Special Introductory Limited Offer) Your Membership Never Expires!

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Wouldn’t you love to be able to pull out your guitar and finally be able to sit down and play songs for your family and friends? Wouldn’t you love to be able to put your fingers on the fretboard and finally prove you can play that challenging chord progression, scale or lead riff that has always been “just beyond” your reach?

Picture yourself in 30 days from now (or less!), being able to play songs on the guitar by The Beatles, Eric Clapton, Johnny Cash, Loggins & Messina, and more!

One thing’s for sure though. If you don’t take action today, if you don’t decide to finally do something about it now – then 30 days from now you may be no closer to learning how to play guitar than you are today. 

…to this incredible offer. It’s a small matter and very reasonable, but may affect your decision. You see, this course is not for everyone. If you are afraid to put forth some effort, not a lot, but a little time every day, or each week – you will not see progress on the guitar. I am giving you all the keys to playing guitar quickly and easily with a minimal amount of effort, but there will be some effort required on your part. Most people understand this, but I don’t want to mislead you into thinking that simply purchasing a Full Access Membership will make you an accomplished guitar player. It won’t happen without the other half of the equation – you!

Let’s Start Playing Guitar Today!

Warmest Regards,

Keith Dean – Pro Instructor

P.S. – Don’t Forget Our NO-RISK Guarantee! Try us for 60 days and if you are not happy for any reason, just let me know for a Full Refund. No questions asked!

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P.P.P.S. – Even if you decide not to continue with membership, Keep The Bonuses as our gift to you for giving us a try!

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1. AdultGuitarLessons is a comprehensive, multi-media online guitar lessons course that will provide you all the skills you need to become the best guitar player you can possibly be – starting today!

2. AdultGuitarLessons was designed specifically for the needs and goals of active adults with a busy lifestyle. It’s Guitar for Grownups! No kidstuff…

3. AdultGuitarLessons will teach you how to play songs that we grew up with, in all popular genres including – rock, pop, blues, country and southern rock.

4. AdultGuitarLessons was developed by a professional touring guitarist with over 30 years of stage, studio, songwriting and instructional experience.

5. AdultGuitarLessons is available in an online, multi-media format with powerful, detail packed videos, full written explanations, accompanied by chord diagrams, music charts, TABs, color pictures, Jam Tips, Lesson Goals and Summaries. Easy to follow and understand!

6. AdultGuitarLessons provides you with a Full Access Premier Membership that never expires so you can always have the latest course updates, new features and Cool Licks.

7. AdultGuitarLessons includes Unlimited Email Coaching so you are never alone!

8. AdultGuitarLessons is backed up by an unconditional, NO-RISK 60 Days, money back guarantee!

9. Playing guitar later in life can be Good For Your Health!  

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Tagged by @genderfluidintake​ (holy cow a thingy! I was practically confused when I saw something in my activity log, heh :D)

1ST RULE: Tag 9 people you would like to know better

2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true

APPEARANCE:

I am 5'7" or taller

I wear glasses

I have at least one tattoo (Nope, but I’d be happy to get one, I just haven’t)

I have at least one piercing (Nope, but I’d be happy to, I just haven’t. Lots of people think I used to have an eyebrow piercing because I have a scar there)

I have blonde hair (Nope, brown!)

I have brown eyes (Nope, kinda slate-y blue)

I have short hair (Can I like... opposite-bold this one? Because it’s so long and beautiful and I love it)

My abs are at least somewhat defined (because I’m skinny af so you can just see all my muscles)

I have or have had braces (past tense)

PERSONALITY:

I love meeting new people

People tell me that I’m funny

Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me

I enjoy physical challenges

I enjoy mental challenges

I’m playfully rude with people I know well (uuhhhhh that’s a long story but I guess suffice to say I often forget myself and try to be? And then it all goes wrong when I cross a line I didn’t know existed to begin with, heh. With time it seems like it might be getting better? Although it always seems like it’s getting better until it suddenly runs aground again, heh)

I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it

There is something I would change about my personality (Hmm. If this isn’t a question I’ve lost a lot of sleep over, I don’t know what is - but I think I’ve settled on “not”? Depending on what one counts as a personality, of course, but hey)

ABILITY:

I can sing well (I think so, at least! I was in vocal jazz for a few years and it went pretty well :D)

I can play an instrument (Alto Saxophone! Or really basic guitar but I don’t know chords or fingering or tabs, I just pluck at it until it makes the right note and then I remember it and move on to the next note, and keep going until I know a song. Heh yeah it’s a shittily slow way to learn :D but I managed Sunshine of Your Love? So that’s cool!)

I can do over 30 pushups without stopping (thanks to my time in a paramilitary organization, yes! My record remains 107 at a stretch as far as I can recall, although those were admittedly not cadenced and called so that’s not as impressive.)

I’m a fast runner (I loves me some sprinting, and marathon stuff is fun too! Treadmills=bestmills or something)

I can draw well (Ehh? Decently, I think - I had a webcomic that was decently popular, but art was never its strong suit. Still, I think I can definitely draw *decently*, but not *well*)

I have a good memory (for useless things. Not like, birthdays - but I’ll remember that one time you said you like lavender more than lilac. Of course, I’ll also remember it even once your preferences have changed, or if you misspoke in the first place, heh >.>)

I’m good at doing math in my head (Define “good” and “math” but yeah probably. I cannot estimate a number of items for shit - if there are fewer than eight but more than two, I say five; otherwise it’s just a crapshoot - but I can math, regardless!)

I can hold my breath underwater for over  a minute (Well, I could last time I checked. I didn’t try today, so...)

I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling (yeah but I mean some of my friends have been like really tiny, folks. I’ve also lost to like fifty :D)

I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch (chicken sandwich, ham sandwich, baloney sandwich, done. Heh, nah, just kidding - I make a burger I call the Nutty Jerk; it’s beef and chunky peanut butter for the patty, with Jerk spice mixed in, topped with a slice of orange and a small dollop of smooth peanut butter on top of the patty that melts over it. I really like it, it’s tasty!)

I know how to throw a proper punch (Technically, two of them - boxing through personal training, Shotokan Karate through my marvellous black-belt wife :D)

HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports (but don’t conflate that enjoyment with skill >.>)

I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else (Past tense? I was in one)

I have learned a new song in the past week (I mean, I looked up lyrics that I didn’t know and now I sing them when the song comes on, so...?)

I work out at least once a week

I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months

I have drawn something in the past month

I enjoy writing (so much. So so much.)

FANDOMS ARE MY #1 PASSION

I do or have done martial arts (for like a year and then they wouldn’t let me break the boards because I was too little and that was sad. I learned way more from my wife)

EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss (and my second! And third, and fourth, etc.)

I have had alcohol (Heck, I had some today! If you ever see a white Reisling from Germany, imported, in a black bottle shaped like a cat? Give it a shot - it was delicious; light and fruity and surprisingly sweet, but not quite to icewine levels)

I have scored the winning goal in a sports game (my sportsball matches were rarely winning ones, be it soccer or lacrosse. It’s likely I have, but I can’t recall for certain.)

I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting (I mean, it’s not hard with Firefly, it only takes like three hours >.>)

I have been at an overnight event (what, like a sleepover? I think, no matter what, the answer’s yes)

I have been in a taxi

I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year (Thankfully, no! Maybe I’ve broken my streak! For a while there I was averaging out to once every two years, which some people might suggest is pretty frequent.)

I have beaten a video game in one day (Uh...don’t think so? Maybe.)

I have visited another country (Several!)

I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts (Arrogant Worms, Barenaked Ladies, Blue Man Group, Tragically Hip - not in that order, per se, but I loved and love them absolutely.)

RELATIONSHIPS:

I’m in a relationship

I have a crush on a celebrity (Uhhh... define crush I guess? I think there are lots who seem like really cool folks, and pretty, but I don’t know if that counts. Sorry, attraction’s always been an odd one for me to discuss, heh)

I have a crush on someone I know (again as above? But I think I’m safe in saying there’s a yes here. Pretty sure if you and your wife have discussed stuff like that it probably counts as a crush, eh?”

I have been in at least 3 relationships (not unless the definition of “relationship” is very different to what I expect)

I have never been in a relationship

I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them (I’ve done both! It’s gone multiple ways :D)

I get crushes easily (???? I don’t know? Crushes? I think people are great and cute easily. Or maybe I love them? I don’t know!)

I have had a crush on someone for over a year (crushes?? Ahhh it’s all about crushes and I don’t know, but I’ve liked someone for more than a year? So I’d say it counts. Probably just overthinking it as per normal, heh >.>)

I have been in a relationship for at least a year

I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider a “best friend” (more than one, even if we haven’t talked recently - but that’s indicative, to me. Sometimes we won’t talk for a year but then when we do, it’s comfortable and wonderful all over again. That’s how I know :D)

I live close to my school (I live close to the empty lot where my school used to be when I went there and it still existed? Also near my old Elementary school. I don’t live near my post-secondary stuff, that’s on the mainland)

My parents are still together

I have at least one sibling

I live in the United States

There is snow right now where I live

I have hung out with a friend in the past month (we went bicycling!)

I have a smartphone (now, although it took me a long time. My dad literally bought one for me while I was at work, heh >.>)

I have at least 15 CDs

I share my room with someone (I share everything with her! She’s great!)

RANDOM SHIT:

I have breakdanced (took Ukrainian dancing when I was a kid, and there’s a move called “the Coffee Grinder” [or at least that’s what they called it for us heh] that’s pretty much a breakdancing move, and I’ve pulled it out on a few occasions. It’s like, eighties breakdancing, but hey I think it counts)

I know a person named Jamie

I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce

I have dyed my hair

I’m listening to one song on repeat right now (nope, a whole playlist on repeat! Fad Gadget, A1 people, Art Vs Science, Shiny Toy Guns, Pendulum, Barenaked Ladies, Arctic Monkey, Kristin Andreassen, MIKA, Maximo Park, and uh... I think another one or two but I can’t remember. Heh.)

I have punched someone in the past week

I know someone who has gone to jail

I have broken a bone (really big! Broke a few, actually - hairline fracture, three bones in my right foot; spiral fracture of the left femur that nearly took my life, but I made it through! And now I have some metal rods that used to be in my bones, so that’s cool :D)

I have eaten a waffle today

I know what I want to do with my life (I know about a million things I want to do with it, heh >.> That’s not the hard part <.<)

I speak at least 2 languages (I think my conversational decency in French would count? I’m not nearly fluent, but I’d say I speak it - more than enough to get around town, certainly. Enough to talk over letters or in a slow conversation, but not enough to watch an action flick, heh)

I have made a new friend in the past year 

Uh... tagging people. Yeah, that’s a little bit anxiety-inducing, so I’m just gonna pass on that? Sorry, I know it’s not playing by the rules and that kinda sucks but I honestly wouldn’t know where to start, heh, but anybody can do it if they want and say I tagged them! Thanks, it was fun!

#Info #Wow! A thingy! #This was fun and totally unexpected :D #Also I'm kinda a bit of a wreck maybe heh but it's all good :D #Sorry for not tagging anyone I feel legitimately guilty about that

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Day #14

Waking up from another wonderful fantasy can really suck. I remember this one particular Walt Disney saying, or song rather, that a dream is a wish your heart makes. Cheesy as hell I know, but you can't really be surprised by now. Now I'm not sure how that would necessarily apply to the nightmares I've had unless I'm just that much of a twisted being (wouldn't be that surprising to be fair with a mind like this), but when putting that idea aside, and focusing on last night - there's obviously a lot of truth to the saying when your dreams convey nothing but the sole love between the two of you. We briefly chatted last night about her conquering the snowy mountain, and more so than was required about my thrillingly boring weekend, and then some mild chit chat about how modern music has turned to shit. She showed me some stunning photos of the snowy covered mountain, as well as her local snowy mountain which we visited two weekends ago. It was nice to end the weekend on this high note for myself, as my eyelids shut and mouth widened a little bit. And there's the sudden realisation now that it's been two weeks since sick-day monday, and having to say goodbye as we did. Me thinking back to that final moment as I walked her back to her car, exchanging as many last kisses as I could in that moment, and then was forced to face the rest of the passengers when boarding the plane back home, upon being allocated the one emergency assistance seat that was facing backwards, with every single bit of me having to fight the urge to draw a single tear in public. That battle raged on inside me throughout that whole flight, especially as the last thing I viewed was a snap from her on my phone, informing me she reached home safely (as I'd always request her to tell me), and that she loves me. My heart skips a beat each moment I think back to this moment, and constantly wishes to relive that weekend over and over with her - it was the perfect example of what we should've, and more so, could've still become. It didn't have to be discovered too late, regardless of that very label being the definition of what had happened between us. A fresh beginning such as it was.. is just something to carry on in my own fantasy sadly. So, as you would have it, my reality of waking up after such a lovely dream, packaged with the linking memory through time, resulted in sorrow, considering that travelling the world and partnering up on all these new, exciting and unfamiliar adventures around the world with her by your side became nothing more than fiction. She's smiling there, holding onto you, and you're wrapping your arms around her and lifting her up, spinning her around a bit before meeting her lips with yours. She looks as beautiful as she always does, when you look into her blue eyes and brush back her blonde hair softly. Sounds like a work of fiction based on a dream girl right? Because it is. Right now anyway. The thing is, it use to be my reality - I've experienced all these amazing and magical moments with her that truly can't be justified through words. That moment of true love, in which you feel as though you're finally complete, because you've peaked in a level of happiness that you've never experienced before.. until she brought it out. What a dream come true she's been to me.. which is why I despised opening my eyes this morning, to find the emptiness next to me in my bed, and to remember my new truth. It's part of the reason why I started going to bed much earlier, or generally sleeping a lot on the weekend too.. not because I'm tired physically so to speak, but rather because I'm tired of life. I want this valuable time to just speed on by, and I can meanwhile just enjoy and live in my alternate reality that are my dreams. They're much nicer after all. It's why I wish I didn't wake up sometimes. Sleeping permanently just feels more appealing than being in the endless pit of reality which contains despair, pain, agony, regret, and self loathing - to say the least. As my most played song of all time goes (which she once again would cringe at, which makes me smile that I'd know her instant reaction) - It's hard to say I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep, because everything is never as it seems. Day 14 - return of an old friend and foe Unsure whether it was due to the coffee or just generally me (probably the combination of both to some extent, but considering I have a coffee every working day anyway, it's likely the latter), a familiar friend named anxiety came to visit me at work. The bitch was certainly not welcome, I'll tell you that, but nevertheless it barged it's way in through the weakly constructed walls of my head (no wonder she strengths them otherwise, she's a clever architect). Primarily because it's Monday, and I have a lot of significant work to actually do, especially prior to going up North for the whole day tomorrow for various work related interviews (look at me guys, I'm trying to make it sound like I'm important and what I do makes a difference, but I'm just another cog in the machine that can easily be replaced). But also, I'm not enjoying the fact that I'm beginning another working week and getting use to this shitty idea of not having her in my life in that way, through this anxious time. It was always so simple and nice to just speak to her about any stressful or pressure filled days, and to just feel so much better as a result of her listening and providing her presence. It would calm everything down, and I'd actually be able to feel as though I was breathing like a normal person. Even more so when I would see her in person or speak to her on the phone, as all that unnecessary load on my shoulders would just disappear or turn as minimal as it could be. She was my guardian angel, and just simply an angel, to even bother listening to me blabber on about my nonsense and put up with me in that regard, let alone display a level of care for me. I miss that. Being able to just message her anything at any point in the day without the fear of judgement or the fear and insecurity that once again I'm annoying / bothering her. Though I suppose it's more than nice to know yet again that she doesn't have to put up with these ongoing problems that were never really her concern anyway. It just reemphasises that growing sense of loneliness in me further however. I loved listening to everything about her days too, even if I didn't understand architecture jargon at times. I'd try google stuff at times just to attempt to make more sense of it and catch up to the same page as her, even though she was a full 5 years, inclusive of a thesis ahead, and also assure and show her that I do in fact care. And I still do - I genuinely enjoy hearing about what she's working on, what's being developed and what she's achieving (in addition to her indoor football stardom, and office antics inclusive of some co-worker personalities) - and in accordance with all that, if she's happy. Once in a while now, I'm still lucky to be involved enough in her life for her to continue to share these stories, and her days in general with me, though on a less regular basis. Though at the same time it sucks that it can't be as often as it use to, or go back to how it once was, as she's made it quite clear that it's not my concern, my duty, or my place to care like that anymore. Hurtful as those words can be, I can understand and try my best to listen to her. I'll just continue to persevere through it and still enjoy whatever she does decide to share with me, and it'll still make me happy to have that shared knowledge regarding how things are going for her. I just miss being the daily ears on the other end, as someone in my position would, because I do miss her every single day. But it is what it is, and I need to continue to start adjusting towards being this lone wolf, who needs to learn to deal with his added problems and stress on a daily basis like a real adult, on top of the problem of a human being that he already is. Evening time spent with the family after a hellish, yet productive day at work. Nothing exciting planned or required to be done this evening, aside from some light exercise and an early sleep for a pre-5am wake up call in the morning. Not that anything in my recent couple weeks can remotely fit the criteria of exciting or be defined as anything nearly as close to that - with the exception of the mission, last weekend.. and well, most thoughts about her in my head. Well there's other stuff too, but she's just set the bar high, and excitement is not currently an active mood whatsoever. But that's where my real exhilaration lies - imagination. Even though it is pretty limited, similar to my vocabulary and ability to describe all these scattered thoughts and emotions from different segments of my mind - which is why none of this is to literally have any likely proper form. It's just a failed punctuative of a continuous rambling about the same old stuff over and over, much like in this very inceptive moment. Anyway, back to my short evening of despair regarding everything that's broken - it sucks, even more so with acceptance. Sometimes the worst and most damagingly scarring feeling is knowing that some variables are now fixed - that no matter what, there is absolutely no possibility of changing this decided fate. No matter how utterly badly you might want it, and how ever much you wish you could go back in time and amend all your wrongs, Chris Martin will not try to fix you. Not anymore. Fuck you Coldplay. It was not all yellow, you overpriced English bastards. Though I'll admit you've now inspired me to pick up the guitar and play whatever crappy, limited chord and strumming capability stuff that I can. More on the depressing side of choice however, as it's obviously poetic and engages me with my overbearingly lame and emotional self, whilst making me sound like an absolute douchebag (self-high five for empathic emphasis). Anyhow, back to embracing the thudding of my heart against my chest oh so hurtfully - because it's what my ecstatic audience of nil really wishes to hear about, and you gotta give the people what they want after all. In this case, it's just me, myself and I - who switches persons and persona quite often it seems. Damn, you're really going to end up in an asylum, aren't you? Probably. Anyway - What gets me even more nervous and anxious now is not knowing when I'll next ever see her, because I certainly don't think I'll be able to stand for the first time since the last(whenever it may be), to be in a group setting, that's for sure. Not that I wish to assume how it'd turn out either way, but I know that it would be unorthodox for me to just pretend like everything's okay, or to just be a somewhat polite and passive existence, for the sake of being mature and politically fair in a circle of people. There's obviously a reason that I'm failing to face a group of people properly right now, even without her presence. I'm not saying I would be a dick on purpose (though it may come naturally), but I just can't fake it enough in that circumstance, considering my last memory of us together in each other's presence is.. something completely different. Group politics aside, it's still unknown and unfamiliar what the dynamics would be like between us since that moment if we were alone. What I can be certain of, is that it'll be some sort of variation of my months on end friend-zone of admiration, though toned down, based on the history since and our hardships equally suffered. Although - the most serious and significant fact of this matter right now is, that I'm going to shut the hell up. Because I'm doing it again. It's the problem with blabbering on too much, and thinking out loud even more as a result - stop complicating things that aren't complicated. She may as well sing Avril to me because it's the most appropriate thing to do at this moment - I mean It's not a fucking scientific study in which you test out which potential hypothesis ends up being the victorious result. Just calm down, and relax - no more assumptions and expectations of any sort. It's the key learning that I'm trying very much to implement in myself, to make myself a better me, who doesn't screw things up - which is still an impossible feature. Even more that I'm the asshole of a hypocrite whom always requested that she kindly didn't think too much ahead about anything, and that she just relax and live in the moment with me.. when I'm the idiot who once again can't follow his own advice. My goodness she must've gotten sick of me constantly telling her to relax and calm down, repeatedly on many a occasion, when even that blame should be upon me for aggravating any of that behaviour unnecessarily. I brought each and every justified reaction of hers upon myself through my own accord - Newton's third law. I'm the selfish bastard who would keep pushing, and pushing and then complain about what he can't have, even though she's right there. I may as well play the role of the phantom, but a demented version of even him. No wonder I constantly drove her up a wall, and past all the red lights on the road (I kid, she's a great driver - but may as well finish off this tragic evening consisting of a two week mark on a somewhat positive and comedic note, right?).