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reapersbayif · 1 year

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By the time MC reclaim their throne how would the ROs react if they found the looking perplexed at their throne and if they ask them what wrong MC tell them that their something missing in throne and ask the ROs to sit on to it so they could get a better picture and when they do MC immediately sat on their lap and tells them that their the missing piece

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Mari

Their hands fall down to grip your hips the second you sit upon their lap, pulling you close until you’re flattened against them chest to chest.

Their breath tickles your skin as they kiss up the column of your throat, enjoying the way your breath hitches.

“I always fancied getting myself a throne,” They practically purr, “I suppose being yours works just as well.”

Your hips buck as their hand moves lower, their mouth is on yours, and then you’re lost. Their tongue has always been tricky, and now it is more so than ever.

“Mari…” You whimper, “Mari-!”

“Say my name again. Scream it.” The whisper, greedy and consuming as they pull back to look at you, “Go on, I want to hear your song, little lark.”

Eli

They raise an eyebrow, eyes dark, “Is that grand door over there locked?”

“No,” Your voice is breathy as they lean forward and pull you closer, trailing a finger along your jaw.

“Good.” They say simply, a hand gripping your hair just enough to string and pulling your head back.

Eli has always been good at putting on the perfect, noble facade for those looking in. You know better, as their hands trail up and down your sides and their teeth leave marks that you’re sure will bruise.

“Eli, please.” You groan, pressing your forehead against the sweat slick skin on their shoulder.

“Come on now, sweetling.” They tease gently with a smile, “We have all night. What a way to anoint your throne, hm?”

Finn

Their cheeks flush with dark color, barely noticeable against the dark of their skin. Eyes flutter open and closed with their nerves, their gaze meeting yours with hesitance.

“I shouldn’t be-“ They begin, but you quiet them with a kiss.

“You should be wherever I want you.” You correct, “And right now, I want you here.”

The swallow hard, breathing fast and heavy as if they’d sprinted the length of the castle.

“Now, where do you want me?” You tilt your head slightly.

Their eyes darken at the question, hands grabbing at your waist as you scoot closer. They meet you halfway with a kiss, far more burning and all consuming than an outsider might expect of Finn.

You’re no outsider. You know better. You knew better when you saw them with their father’s blood slicking their hands.

Jay

Their smile is dark and full of promises as you plant yourself on their lap. Their hand brushes your cheek gently and you chase the touch, leaning forward until your faces are only inches apart.

“What do you want?” They ask coyly, eyes half lidded as if they see right through you.

“Touch me.” You say, “Touch me-“

“Beg.” Their voice is that same quiet tone, alluring and scorching, “Make it pretty, love.”

“Please,” You give in, their scarred fingers dancing across your skin, “Please.”

The words fall from you like a mantra, and you can tell they’re pleased from the glint in their eyes.

These are hands that have killed, hands that have done worse. Yet the only thing they destroy now is your sanity as they move past clothing and edge you closer and closer to a different kind of death.

Niy

“Don’t you paint a pretty picture?” They ask, a smile curling their lips as their hands slide under your shirt and rub circles along the top of your hip.

You wiggle under the touch, mouth dry as they lean closer and closer. Your noses nearly brush, their hair falling in their eyes as their eyes take you in like a miracle to behold.

You reach a hand up gently, brushing the hair behind their ear, and their expression fractures at the gentle touch. Their hands are on your face, pulling you in fiercely and claiming your lips like their own.

“Oh, my peerless joy.” They pull back with a sigh only to rest their forehead against your own, “See what you do to me?”

Their breathing is labored, the warmth washing over you as you squirm in their hold. Their hand once more dips beneath your clothing, only this time their destination is lower than your hip.

Adri

“Mm, not the typical use of the throne.” A smile lingers on their lips as their eyes slowly drag up and down your form, “But one I could quickly become fond of.”

“Getting ideas for your own?” You ask as they grab you by the hips and drag you closer in a smooth movement.

They lean back, apparently enjoying the view, freckled skin blushed and warm, “That I am, dearest. Tell me, would you want me on your lap? Or perhaps brought to heel at your feet?”

Their hands grip your thighs as you groan at the image, a curious smile curling their lips. Their grips tightens as they crush you in a kiss, and you think fleetingly that you might combust.

“That’s it,” They encourage as you gasp, rocking closer as their hand climbs up your thigh, “Look at you, dearest, doing such a good job. Falling apart, aren’t you? The prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

They have you in their grip, in more ways than one currently, and you have little desire to escape.

Kai

Dark eyes gaze up you as you drop onto their lap, their hands finding your hips in a practiced motion. They liked to grip you there, you knew.

“So this is how it is?” They question, face soft with desire, “Dear heart, you need only ask.”

“Then this is me asking.” You say simply.

“For what?” Their voice dips lower, lips brushing your jaw, “Be specific. Tell me you want me to take you apart, right here and now, on your own throne.”

“Take me apart,” You gasp, “Wreck me.”

“Gladly.”

It’s all you get before they reel you in and their lips capture yours in a bruising kiss, their touch roaming and caressing.

Kai always touches you like that, like a disciple who’s worshiping. You melt under the attention as they bring you undone before piecing you back together with devoted hands.

Mica

The hammering of their pulse is all too obvious as you roam a hand over their chest. They catch it before it can go too far, turning it in their grasp and pressing a kiss to your wrist.

Their mouth trails up your arm before they abandon the endeavor and pull you in to seize your lips.

They tangle their fingers in your hair, longing for more. They plead without having to say a word, their motions telling the story of their hunger. You give in, scooting closer as your lips part and allow them entrance.

One of their hands trail down behind you to press against the small of your back.

Your hips buck, seeking friction, and they surrender whole heartedly to your need. They lean further back, allowing you better access as you climb further atop them.

“Please, love.” They plead, breathless, speech slurred under the pleasure.

“Whatever you want,” You say in return, watching their face twitch in hopeless desperation.

“You,” They breath out, “All of you, always.”

So you give yourself to them. Like always.

Laurie

Xe’s grin is as filthy as you’ve come to expect whenever xe can xir hands on you. Xe leans back, amber eyes trailing across your exposed skin.

“So needy, dear crown. Tell me, has your head become too heavy already?” Xe’s hands gently stroke your cheek before reaching up and tugging you gently closer, “I imagine the old thing is quite uncomfortable.”

“Laurie,” You groan, “Please-“

“Greedy today,” Xe hums, “Lucky I take no issue with it. What do you want?”

“Just you,” You plead, “I want you, please, Laurie.”

Laurie freezes for a moment as if facing down the barrel of a gun. With just a few words, all of the posturing and confidence is gone.

You reach forward, pressing a kiss to the corner of xir mouth.

“Just you,” You whisper again.

“You make things so difficult,” Xe says, achingly tender despite xir words.

“Because I love you?” You grin, enjoying the way xe flusters.

“Because you love me.” Xe echoes, “No one has done it quite so well before, if at all.”

Tavi

“Never imagined myself on a throne, I have to say.” Their smile widens, “Also never imagined being used as one.”

“First time for everything, hm?” You raise an eyebrow, planting your hands on their thighs as you lean forward.

“First of many,” They agree, pulling you into a slow and consuming kiss.

They’ve accepted affection with ready hands and hungry eyes since the first time you touched them. It’s as if a fire had been lit all that time ago and was never put out; now it burned for you, craved your attention.

They’re practically laying across the throne as shirts are discarded and skin is laid bare. The dark expanse of their chest is revealed to you, scars adorning them like stars do the night sky.

You must admit, this is far preferable to any other way of sitting the throne. Certainly more pleasurable, you think as hips grind together and mouths meet in a familiar dance.

Leonie

She must see the want in your eyes because she beckons you closer, pulling you in as you sit upon her lap.

The soft silk of her night shift rubs against your arms as you grasp for her. Her hands are firmly gripping your hips as she enters your space, her lips only a breath away from yours.

When the two of you had began this foray into a relationship, she’d been hesitant. Her affection was hard won, as she’d never had anyone to give it to before and saw no reason to start now.

You showed her you could make things good, though. She showed you the exact same in return.

“My love, you’re always so eager.” She smiles, “You would take whatever I deign to give you, hm? You’d do so happily and then ask for more.”

You suck in a breath as her nails scratch gently at your skin, wriggling in her lap as her other hand grips your thigh.

She moves with a deceptively sweet smile, her fingers grasping and circling. She catches each sound you make with her own mouth, all consuming as she takes you to that edge over and over.

Striker

His eyes are blown wide the moment you sit yourself on his lap. He swallows, breath rough as he steadies you by the hips while you wiggle closer.

“Hinting at something, sunshine?” He asks, his gaze more than enough to light a fire in the pit of your stomach.

You answer him with a kiss, and he wraps his arms around you to pull you further into him. He kisses like a drowning man seeking air, like a dying man chasing life.

“How easy,” He breaths out as you part, “You are to need. To want.”

“And you to love.” You counter, watching his soften impossibly as he thumbs at the him of your shirt.

“And you to love,” He repeats the words like a promise, like an oath.

His hands, so deadly and steady, are only used now to tear you asunder. They hold you, scarred and gentle, as you shake apart atop him. His lips find yours again and again as he joins you in tumbling over the edge, the sight ever a beautiful one to witness.

???

Their hand brushes their hair back, eyes half lidded as they watch you sit yourself upon them.

“You make a fool of the sun,” They say softly, eyes gentle as they watch you get comfortable.

“Silver tongued as ever.” You say in response, back arching as they grip you at the waist and pull you closer.

“I might have said things that people loathed hearing, but I’ve never once lied.” They brush their thumb across your lips, “Silver tongued I may be, but I speak only the truth.”

You cannot respond as they claim your mouth like so many times before. They’re wanting and hungry and desperate as if you’ll disappear the moment they let you go.

Your hands grip their shoulders and their own roam over your body like something to be rediscovered each time they get the chance.

Blood has stained you both, yet you know only peace in their grasp. Destruction is in their nature yet you do not fear it. After all, they tore the world apart for you once and would happily do so again.

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resident-gay-bitch · 8 months

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Sirius went stumbling forward, hands flying out and grabbing onto whatever he could reach, which happened to be the slippery polyester of the windbreaker on James’ shoulder. His fingers slipped over the fabric and Sirius went tumbling down onto the sidewalk, his feet hanging over the gutter he just tripped over, his laces soaking in the murky puddle there. James looked down at him with a gasp, shocked to see Sirius fall, unable to catch him. He fixed the frame of his glasses and made eye contact with his best friend, and they both burst out laughing.

James stumbled back, far too overcome with laughter, already unstable on his feet from all the alcohol they’d been drinking, and crashed into a post-box. Sirius rolled onto his back, splayed out like a starfish on the pavement and wiped the tears forming in his eyes from laughing too hard.

They were far gone.

“You fucking git.” He managed to get out before clutching at his stomach with a new wave of laughter. James’ hair was even messier than usual, his glasses askew, and his jacket now practically half off as he gripped onto the post box behind him for stability. He looked like a mess, and it was hilarious to Sirius.

“You tripped over first!” James howled, standing upright now, “I told you the gutter was there.”

“I thought it was further away.” Sirius smiled, reaching his hand up for James to take. “It’s not my fault everything’s blurry.”

“It certainly is your fault.” James smiled, pulling Sirius to his feet, not without another stumble from the both of them, where they were gripping onto each other for dear life, “No one told you to skull that long island iced tea.”

“Actually, James dear… you did.” Sirius smiled, petting his friend on the chest as he slung another arm around his middle.

James smiled, thinking about it for a moment as he wrapped his arm over Sirius’ shoulders. They needed to rely on each other to stay upright, now. “Oh, yeah…” He started laughing again, “You’re right, I did.”

Sirius chuckled as they stumbled along the street. The air was cold out, crisp; it had rained whilst they were in the pub. Tonight had been an ABBA themed night, down at their local, and the pair had desperately wanted to go. Remus and Regulus had given them a stern no for an answer the minute they were invited, so it was just these two tonight. The original troublesome two… the ultimate duo.

They had a blast, dancing with a big group of girls dressed in glitter and flares. It was one of their eighteenths, her first night legally drinking, and James and Sirius had bought her a couple of shots. They all screamed and danced together when Gimme Gimme Gimme! came on, but James and Sirius screamed the loudest. The regular, older, more conservative patrons of the pub were not exactly pleased, but that just egged the pair on.

“Knowing me, knowing you…” Sirius slurred, swinging his arm out for dramatics.

James leaned further into his space, his breath like vodka and sugar, “Ah haaaaaa!”

“There's nothing we can do!”

“Knowing me, knowing you.” James bopped along, wiggling his body and hip bumping Sirius to take the next line.

“We just have to face it, this timeeeee we're through.” Sirius sang, rather terribly, actually. Sirius has a nice voice, James thinks, when he sings in the shower, and in the car. It’s nice to listen too, a good baritone, and he can hold a note. But now he was singing high pitched and without any intention of sounding good, and one could certainly tell. It almost made James’ ear ring, but he was too drunk to care.

James laughed, setting his voice significantly deeper to sing backup to Sirius, “This time were through. We're through.”

“And breaking up is never easy, I know…” Sirius broke out, tearing himself away from James and grabbing his hand, making James twirl under his arm, taking his voice up a notch, “But I haaaaave tooooo go!”

James pointed over to Sirius, setting his voice deep again, egging him on, “I have to go.”

“Knowing me knowing you,” Sirius sang, and then closed his eyes, pressed a finger to his ear and on the other hand he held up a finger as he practically screeched, “It’s the best I can doooo-”

“Shut the fuck up!” Someone yelled, half hanging out of their window of the building beside them, “It’s three in the morning you fucking slag.”

Sirius burst out laughing, his hands clasped over his mouth as he fell into James’ shoulder. James tried his best not to laugh, but he was struggling. He looked up to the person and gave them a little wave, “Sorry!” He shouted, before ending up in hysterics too, muffled by the wild frizz that had taken to Sirius’ hair.

They continued to stumble down the street, laughing into each other and trying their best to stay right way up, but it wasn’t easy. They finally reached their apartment block and took a good three and a half minutes trying to find the right key for the front door.

“I’m a bit hungry, how about you, mate?” James asked, pushing the door open for Sirius.

“Bugger.” Sirius tutted, trying to quietly make his way towards the stairs. There are lots of old people living in this building. There are lots of angry old people that Sirius enjoys pissing off, but mostly there are really lovely old ladies that bake the boys cookies from time to time, and old men that let Sirius and Remus flick through their record collections and borrow a few vinyls. So Sirius would rather not get on their bad sides. “We forgot to stop for yiros.”

“Bloody hell.” James muttered, clambering up the stairs behind him. They were both clinging onto the railing, occasionally climbing the stairs on all fours when the drink made their head spin. “I knew we did something different this time.”

“Do you reckon old Dimitri will have missed us.”

James snickered, whacking Sirius on his back, “I’ll bet he had an easy night without you there, do you know how long it takes for you to order? You get the same bloody thing every time.”

“Well I want to be sure, James.” Sirius said with a roll of his eyes, “Besides… he loves my company. I’m sure of it.”

“Ah huh.” James nodded, surpassing Sirius on the stairs. They’d initiated some silent race to see who could get to the top first, as they often did when drunk.

“Oi! Get back here, wanker.” Sirius whispered harshly, yanking James back by the belt loops.

Sirius managed to get past him, but only because James tripped back and down the stairs, onto the fifth floor platform. Sirius turned when he heard the clunk, and had to bite down on his hand to stop his laughter from waking Little Lucy, whose bedroom was right on the other side of the wall beside him.

“You bloody idiot.” Sirius cackled, his back sliding down the wall as he clutched at his stomach.

James sat up, rolling his shoulders and fixing his glasses, “You pulled me, you wanker.”

“You’re a wanker.” Sirius buried his face in his knees.

“Shut up, you’ll wake the whole building.” James said, clambering back up the stairs on his hands and knees, “Come on, we’ll never make it home at this point.”

Sirius let himself be yanked to his feet by James, and once again, they clung onto each other for the rest of the hike. Once on the seventh floor, James fumbled with the keys for another two minutes before Sirius snatched them away, insisting he could do it. He just tried shoving every key in the lock until one worked.

“You’re an idiot.” James mused, shaking his head.

“Actually, I’m a very smart and handsome young man, according to your mother.” Sirius said, pushing the door closed behind them with a bit of a bang.

James rolled his eyes, “Yeah, she said that when you were twelve.”

“Actually, she said that last night.” He grinned, grabbing James by the face and pumping his eyebrows at him, “When she was in my bed-”

“Ew!” James pushed Sirius away, pulling him into a headlock, “You repulse me, you git. Shut up.”

Sirius burst out laughing, and they roughoused a little before Sirius got free, and his hair stuck up much like James’. They were both wiping tears from their eyes, again, by the end of it.

“You know what would be fucking amazing right now?” James asked, walking into the kitchen with Sirius trailing behind him.

“Hmm,” Sirius thought with a little shrug, grabbing two glasses from the pantry, “Remus.”

James huffed, glaring over at Sirius deadpan, a bottle of fireball in his hand, “No. And unless you want me making similar comments about your brother, I suggest you shut your smart mouth up.”

“Ew!” Sirius fake gagged, “Disgusting, Prongs.”

James just grinned, a proud one. Sirius shoved the glasses on the counter in front of him, and James poured them each a very generous shot. “You know, Marlene told me that this tastes brilliant with apple juice?”

“Apple juice?” James asked.

“Yeah.” Sirius shrugged, “Wanna try?”

“Go on.” James nodded, “S’not like we’ve got anything to lose.”

Sirius pulled a funny face and laughed at James’ commentary, opening the fridge to get the juice out. “Oh, we’ve only got apple and blackcurrant…” He looked up at James, holding the bottle awkwardly in his hands.

“Oo, extra flavour.” James said, with an excited waggle of his brow, and Sirius laughed.

He moved over and very messily poured the juice into their glasses, “Wait… what were you going to say before?”

“What?” James asked, licking up the side of his glass where Sirius had spilled.

“Before…” Sirius shrugged, doing the same as James because he was really quite drunk and prone to mess, “When you said something about… you wanted something.”

“Oh.” James nodded, taking a sip and pulling a strange face, “Pasta.”

Sirius took a sip too, and made a face much similar to James, “Huh… this tastes…”

“Funny.”

Sirius nodded, “Yeah…” He shrugged and went for another sip, “Not half bad though.”

“I’m sure it would be better with just regular apple juice.”

“Probably.” He sipped some more, leaning his hip on the edge of the counter before slipping forward and stumbling into James again, “And what kind of pasta would you want right now?”

James laughed and helped steady him before speaking, both of their drinks sloshing over the edge of their glasses, “Hmm, cheesy… spicy… creamy.”

“Oooh.” Sirius grinned, all big with teeth as he set his glass down. He wandered over to the pantry to have a look, “We’ve got a million canned tomatoes… and a massive packet of penne.”

“Do we have cream?” James asked, and Sirius moved to the fridge to have a look.

“Yup.” He nodded, smiling over at James. He looked cheeky like that, as if he was up to no good again. And he probably was.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” James asked with a mischievous lilt.

Sirius flung his hand in the air, slamming the fridge shut, “Dibs not cutting the onion!”

***

BANG!

Remus sat up in a flash, heart beating in his throat.

CLASH!

He was quick to his feet, not even taking the time to pull on his slippers like he usually would. He scrambled across his room with one sock on, the other lost to his bed somewhere, in his boxers and a Metallica shirt that was actually Sirius’.

There was an umbrella sitting by his bedroom door, and he grabbed that before heading out into the dimly lit hallway.

He came face to face with Regulus there, standing in his own doorway, a pocket knife clutched between his teeth as he was pulling a creased shirt down his front. He had sleep rumpled hair and bags under his eyes, his feet bare and James’ gym shorts on.

Regulus pressed a finger to his lips, and Remus nodded, both staying dead silent as they turned towards the threat. They could hear voices echoing through the apartment, it sounded like they were arguing, hurrying each other on. Intruders, they were both thinking. Had to be.

They crept down the hall, getting closer and closer to the light coming from the kitchen. The pair stayed close as they approached, silently communicating with one another. Remus would take the one to the left, and Reguls would take the one to the right.

They took a deep breath together, and stepped into the kitchen, weapons raised, ready to attack when-

Oh.

They both lowered their weapons immediately, staring at their boyfriends and the utter mess they’d made of the kitchen.

There were half drunk bottles of alcohol on the island, cups half full and liquid spilt all around them. There was dry pasta scattered over the stove and floor, and tomato sauce fucking everywhere. There was a bag of grated cheese covering half the bench top, a half cut onion there as well. Not to mention the amount of used dishes lying around. Really, how many pots and pans does one need when making pasta?

And the fighting the pair had heard, well that was coming from James and Sirius, standing over a pot of red sauce, bickering over the stirring spoon.

Remus looked over to Regulus with an un-amused expression, who had a similar one plastered on his own face. They both sighed and looked back to their boyfriends, who looked up with the sudden sound, startled.

The both of them, caught like deer in headlights, dropped the spoon and pulled their hands to themselves. The spoon clattered down into the pot, causing some of the sauce to splash up onto them and-

“Ah! James!” Sirius whined, covering his eye, “You bugger! Why’d you drop the spoon?”

“Why’d you drop the spoon?” James fought back.

Sirius sniffed and cried out, “Why’d you put so much chilli in there? It burns.”

“God help me.” Remus muttered to himself, dropping the umbrella and rushing over to Sirius, “Give me your face.”

“Oh, okay.” Sirius smiled, his cheeks crimson as he pulled his hands away, one eye squinted shut. He leant forward, lips puckered for Remus.

“No.” Remus tutted, tapping his cheek a few times before dragging him over to the sink, “Your eye, you knobhead.”

“Why are you being mean?” Sirius whined as Remus shoved his face under the now running stream of cold water from the tap. Sirius cried out, slamming his eyes shut as Remus did his best to rinse the spicy sauce out.

“Because you woke me up.”

“James!” Sirius gasped and ended up with a mouth full of water. He spluttered it out before continuing, “I told you to be quiet.”

“I told you to be quiet!” James bickered back.

“What was that bang?” Regulus asked.

“Padfoot dropped a pot.” James said, easily dobbing his best friend in, even pointing over to him with a thumb, acting like a five year old who just got caught drawing on the walls.

“James!” Sirius scolded, kicking his leg out and nicking James on the calf.

Regulus rubbed his head, “Both of you, shut the fuck up please?”

“Yes, Regulus.” Sirius muttered, ending up with another mouthful of water at the same time as James said,

“Yes, Reggie, my love.”

Sirius kicked him again.

“Alright.” Remus muttered, lifting Sirius and turning off the tap, “Blink for me?”

Sirius did as he was told, moving his now soaked hair out of his face.

“You look like a wet rat.” James said, snickering to himself.

Sirius gasped and flipped him off, still trying to fix his hair, “Remus, you still think I’m pretty, right?”

Remus deadpanned him, grabbing a tea towel to wipe his boyfriends face clean, “I think you’re a very pretty wet rat.”

Sirius kicked him too.

“Why the fuck are you making pasta?” Regulus asked, rounding the counter to turn off the stove.

“We wanted pasta.” James shrugged.

“It was all Prongs’ idea.” Sirius said and poked his tongue out at James.

James poked his tongue back out of Sirius, which got him a swat across the chest. So, naturally, he swatted Sirius back, which led to Sirius then retaliating, and they were roughhousing again, on the messy floor of the kitchen.

Remus rubbed his eyes, looking at the mess before turning to Regulus, “Tomorrow?”

Regulus nodded, “Tomorrow.” He agreed, and they both turned to head back to their rooms.

“Where are you going?” Sirius poked his head up, his hands shoving James’ face into the ground.

“Don’ you wan’ some pastha?” James asked, his cheek awkwardly smushed into the tile, slurring his words.

Regulus and Remus shared another look. They were both tired as shit, being woken up at who knows what hour of the night to deal with this atrocity, but unfortunately they were burdened with stupid love for their stupid boyfriends.

“Fine.” Regulus sighed.

“Just a little bit.” Remus agreed, “But then bed.”

“You’re cleaning this up tomorrow too.” Reggie said, arms folded as he jutted his hip out, “We expect to wake up to the kitchen being spotless.”

“Yessir.” Sirius saluted him, clambering off of James now.

“Anything you want, Reggie bab-” James started, but Sirius tackled him to the ground again.

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jaydoescreativestuff · 2 months

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post-mamma-mia-school-musical abba addiction

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wings-of-flying · 1 year

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i like to think gillion would only listen to dramatic battle music

#even on like bus journeys or when he's doing chores #like he doesn't realise other genres of music exist #until jay plays some abba whilst dancing about #and he's thoroughly confused #then chip and jay recommend a bunch of music to him #and he doesn't know how to use playlists so he just listens to his liked songs #yes this is about my riptide roommates au #yes i think about the albatrio being in a modern setting constantly #sorry for the long tags lmao #jrwi riptide #jrwi #jrwi gillion tidestrider #riptide roommates au

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sk3leseer · 2 years

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if 'fernando' by ABBA isn't playing during season 2 gentlebeard reunion, i don't want it

#slash jay #i just love abba i need some in the ofmd soundtrack rn #my heart will shatter but it'll be worth it #our flag means death #ofmd #gentlebeard

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yamuraiiha · 2 years

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Okay I know what that whole Bruno and Abbacchio meeting scene they added in the VA anime did for Bruabba fans but. Phf Abbacchio and Fugo scene >>>>>

#I know you're like me. I know you're a failure. I can see the rot in your eyes. So where do you get this confidence?#IM OBSESSED WITH THIS QUOTE. THIS SCENE. THIS EVERYTHING.#like Bruno's Don't Die Bound By Ur Past was sad bc that's what Abba ended up doing #but nothing matches fugo and Abbacchio staring each other down through jail bars with Fugo insisting how different they are while Abba #tells him they're the same. POETIC CINAMA or whatever.#the way we get a proper backstory and meeting for the two as well was SO good. the fact that everyone considered them partners is just 😭#it also makes a million times more sense than the VA anime scene (even tho it's literally one of my favourites scenes in the show lol)#jay talks #phf liveblog

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I nominated Rain, Jon Foo, Tony Jaa or Abbas Alizadeh as Lee, Nick Bateman, Alexander Wraith or Morgan Benoit as Roper and Joey Ansah, Michael Jai White, Kofi Kingston or any Gui DaSilva-Greene as Williams in the Enter The Dragon remake.

#Enter The Dragon #Bi Rain #Jon Foo #Tony Jaa #Abbas Alizadeh #Nick Bateman #Matt Mullins #Alexander Wraith #Morgan Benoit #Joey Ansah #Michael Jai White #Kofi Kingston #Gui DaSilva-Greene #fancast

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redcarpetview · 1 year

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2023 Grammy Awards - Black History Made

LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA - FEBRUARY 05: (L-R) Beyoncé and Shania Twain attend the 65th GRAMMY Awards at Crypto.com Arena on February 05, 2023 in Los Angeles, California. (Photo by Kevin Mazur/Getty Images for The Recording Academy)

By Naomi Richard (written for The Austin Villager Newspaper)

History was made and celebrated during the 2023 Grammy Awards held live from the Crypto.com Arena in Los Angeles, with host Trevor Noah on February 5, 2023 and aired on CBS.

Beyoncé now holds the record for most Grammy Awards received by one artist. In this year’s Grammy Awards, Beyoncé broke the record for most lifetime Grammy wins now with 32. This year with her wins for dance/electronic music recording, traditional R&B performance, best R&B song and dance/electronic music album, Beyonce surpassed the late classical conductor Georg Solti, who won 31 Grammys.

Viola Davis now joins the elite group of EGOT winners with her victory at the Grammy awards. Known as US entertainment’s grand slam, the acronym EGOT signifies a recipient of an Emmy, a Grammy, an Oscar and a Tony award. Davis won her first Grammy this year for her audiobook recording of her memoir, Finding Me.

LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA - FEBRUARY 05: Viola Davis accepts the Audio Book, Narration and Storytelling Recording award for Finding Me during the 65th GRAMMY Awards Premiere Ceremony at Microsoft Theater on February 05, 2023 in Los Angeles, California. (Photo by Kevork Djansezian/Getty Images for The Recording Academy)

The 65th Annual GRAMMY Awards® also included a historic segment celebrating the 50th Anniversary of Hip Hop while showcasing the genre's rich history and continued global influence.

Included in the Hip Hop tribute were dynamic performances by Big Boi, Busta Rhymes with Spliff Star, De La Soul, DJ Drama, DJ Jazzy Jeff, Missy Elliott, Future, GloRilla, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Mele Mel & Scorpio/Ethiopian King, Ice-T, Lil Baby, Lil Wayne, The Lox, Method Man, Nelly, Public Enemy, Queen Latifah, Rahiem, Rakim, RUN-DMC, Salt-N-Pepa, Spinderella, Scarface, Swizz Beatz, and Too $hort. LL COOL J introduced the segment, performed and give a dedication to hip hop. Questlove served as producer and musical director.

"For five decades, Hip Hop has not only been a defining force in music, but a major influence on our culture," said Harvey Mason jr., CEO of the Recording Academy. "Its contributions to art, fashion, sport, politics, and society cannot be overstated. I'm so proud that we are honoring it in such a spectacular way on the GRAMMY stage. It is just the beginning of our year-long celebration of this essential genre of music." The all-star performance was part of Paramount Global's companywide initiative to honor the 50th Anniversary of Hip Hop.

Other Grammy® performers included Bad Bunny, Mary J. Blige, Brandi Carlile, Luke Combs, Steve Lacy, Lizzo, Kim Petras, Sam Smith, and Harry Styles.

A diverse roster of presenters included First Lady Jill Biden, GRAMMY® winner Cardi B, actor, producer, writer, and host James Corden, Billy Crystal, Viola Davis, actor Dwayne Johnson, three-time GRAMMY winner Olivia Rodrigo, and five-time GRAMMY winner Shania Twain.

LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA - FEBRUARY 05: (L-R) Black Thought, Kirk Franklin, and Posdnuos attend the 65th GRAMMY Awards on February 05, 2023 in Los Angeles, California. (Photo by Kevin Mazur/Getty Images for The Recording Academy)

Our Texas own Gospel superstar Kirk Franklin along with Maverick City Music won Gospel Performance/Song for “Kingdom,” Best Contemporary Christian Music Performance/Song for “Fear Is Not My Future, Best Gospel Album “Kingdom Book One Deluxe,” and Best Contemporary Christian Music Album for “Breathe.”

GRAMMY® Award-winning artists Dr. Dre, Missy Elliott and Lil Wayne, and music executive Sylvia Rhone were honored during the Recording Academy® Honors Presented By The Black Music Collective event taking place during GRAMMY® Week. All four honorees will be receiving the Recording Academy Global Impact Award for their personal and professional achievements in the music industry.

Lizzo won the Grammy’s Record of the Year for her single “About Damn Time,” beating out ABBA, Adele, Beyoncé, Brandi Carlile, Doja Cat, Harry Styles, Kendrick Lamar, Mary J. Blige, and Steve Lacy! In her acceptance speech, Lizzo recognized artists who inspired her including Prince and Beyoncé.

The evening closed with a performance by DJ Khaled performing “God Did” with musical collaborators Fridayy, Jay-Z, John Legend, Lil Wayne, and Rick Ross. For a complete list of 2023 Grammy Award Winners visit www.grammy.com.

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RIPTIDE PIRATES MUSIC TASTE

My headcanons for the crew’s music taste 👍

GILLION:

i think he’d like something upbeat that feels good. so probably ABBA.

CHIP:

seems like he’d claim to like heavy metal to seem cool but probably listens to ABBA.

JAY:

wants some good tunes to keep her focused while she works on projects. i think ABBA would be good for that.

GRIFFIN:

after all that monster hunting, he probably wants something relaxing. like ABBA.

ALPHONSE:

with likely a whole database of music in him, he has a wide variety of options. so he’d probably go with ABBA.

QUEEN:

a bard themself, she probably likes the classics. those timeless songs you could hear over and over and never get tired of, like ABBA.

FINN:

likely amazed by the music of the surface world, and has probably written a book on the different ways the undersea vs oversea view music, he’d probably listen to ABBA.

DREY:

drey is a very free spirit, carving his own path as a pirate, so his music taste would likely reflect that. that being said i think he’d listen to ABBA

OLD MAN EARL:

Weird Al Yankovic

#riptide #jrwi #jrwi riptide #just roll with it #riptide pirates

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ROs' opinions on cuddling? 👉👈

Mari: Very clingy in private. Kinda touch starved so will wrap around you like a koala. In public, they’re a bit more reserved.

Eli: Enjoys a nice cuddle, definitely will end up wrapped around you in bed.

Niy: Wasn’t a cuddler, only ever had flings before. Discovers they actually like it quite a bit with you.

Mica: Great hugger, great cuddler. Will wrap the both of you up in a blanket and hide from the world if you’ve had a bad day.

Finn: Hasn’t had a positive experience with physical touch since their mom died, so you’ll probably have to guide them a little. Eager to learn, however.

Adri: Physical touch is quite literally their love language, and they seek it frequently as they never received it from their parents or sparingly from last partners. If you’re sitting beside them, they will at least toss their arm over your shoulders if you’re okay with it.

Kai: Loves cuddling, specifically when they can lay their head on your chest just to hear your heartbeat. It’s reassuring for them, especially after they’ve had a nightmare (which is frequent for them).

Jay: Was never one for physical intimacy. They’re more of an acts of service kind of person, but will try to show more physical affection if you want. They’re not against it, they simply don’t think of it.

Tavi: Very much loves holding hands. Even when sitting together, they love lacing your fingers together. Also fond of napping on your shoulder.

Laurie: Seeks physical touch as reassurance. They sometimes have intense flashbacks to when your sister died and they thought you’d been killed as well, so it helps them to count your heartbeats as a way to calm themselves.

Leonie: Has a strong distaste for people touching her. It sometimes makes her skin crawl if someone brushes against her unexpectedly. However, she isn’t shy about initiating touch when she/you want it.

Striker: Basically the human form of cling film. Public or private, will try to be touching you in some way. Arms linked, over your shoulder, hands clasped, etc. are all options in public. He also likes when he can tuck you into his side, or if he can curl up into you.

#reapersbayif #answered asks #mari de klerk #niy kumar #leonie merandis #laurie visser #mica fevre #finn merandis #eli santos #striker #tavi donati #jay abbas #adri van herten #kai martens

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ectonuritez · 1 year

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Super stoked to announce that my shop is now open! Come get some fun stickers and prints 🖤

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resident-gay-bitch · 1 year

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steve pulled up at the red light, madonna humming softly through his car speakers as he tapped along to the beat on the wheel. he heard an echo from outside, his windows were down, the day was warm and the breeze was cool. beside him, pulled up a van, inside was a guy, banging his head like a maniac to the obscenely loud metal music blasting from his speakers. steve groaned, he was about to wind the window up and block out the deafening sound until the song ended, changed. the guy stopped moving, hands relaxing on the wheel, shaking out his wild hair so it sat right around his face. steve recognised the song that had begun to play, but it wasn’t clear, madonna was messing up the signal and the guy was fixing his bangs in the side mirror and looking like a dream with a sparkle in his eyes.

steve tensed at the same time as the guy did, both of them locking eyes. steve expected the guy to turn red under steve’s intense gaze, get flustered for getting caught trying to fix up his hair and moving around so much in his van. but he didn’t. the guy sat up straight and smirked, started singing along to the song to steve.

“… walk right up to her and say, ah-ha-ha, it’s a game he likes to play…” hang on! was this guy… this guy who was just blasting metal, dressed in black and leather and denim, chunky silver rings decorating his calloused hands, with long messy hair and a beat up old van that smelled a little too strongly of pot… singing abba? singing abba to steve at a red light? apparently so, “look into his angel eyes, one look and your hypnotised!”

the guy could not sing, but it didn’t look like he was actually trying. he was just grinning and gesturing towards steve, pressing his hands to his chest and shaking his head. putting on a show, looking ruggish and scary and… completely adorable, singing along to abba at a red light.

“he’ll take your heart and you must pay the price…” the guy drew a heart in the air and pushed it towards steve, putting on a pout and continuing to sing, “look into his angel eyes.”

the light went green, and before steve could register, the guy was off. foot slammed down on the accelerator, and off into the afternoon. it took another car behind him honking their horn for steve to start driving again.

he couldn’t get scary abba guy with the sparkly eyes out of his head his entire shift.

A/N: sorry, but i headcannon eddie as a dude with a weird, broad music taste. he’s very picky with his song chooses, but he’d listen to good pop and musical soundtracks, singing and dancing along. his playlists/mixtapes would be manic. they would jump from metallica, to abba, to motörhead, to motley crüe, to the rocky horror soundtrack, to sabbath, to dolly parton and you cannot convince me otherwise.

#jay writes #red light #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie has an eclectic music taste #steve is smitten before they even met #no monsters au #stranger things #stranger things 4 #fluff #steve x eddie #abba #eddie loves abba #steve is listening to the top 40 #eddie has angel eyes #one look and steve’s more than fucking hypnotised #bros reached the heavens and kissed god

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bigweldindustries · 8 months

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rb for visibility pls I wanna see what the people favour

#axel grinds on #looking at my best pop playlist like hmmmm

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 1 year

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Project R AU where Danny is a clone created from the DNA of all the Robins past and present by the drs Fenton when they were teenagers.

Upon realizing the child they had made was going to be used as a weapon for evil they quickly and quietly packed up thier family and belongings and jumped ship to a new dimention with the kid after putting him in stasis so he was essentially frozen in time.

Later on little Jazz finds the baby in the tank and assumes the stork had made a delivery and flips the switch to release him from stasis so he can finish growing. A week later the pod beeps and she brings him out of the storage room as a chubby healthy baby and her parents loose thier minds for a bit.

Danny grows up normally...well not really but you get what I mean. Maddie makes sure Danny knows how to fight and wouldn't take no for an answer. No matter how much Danny complained that he wanted to play video games, go to the park with his friends or that Jazz didn't have to fight, she would never relent. Maddie knows she's nowhere near the level of a fully trained assasin but she wanted to give Danny every leg up she could.

She knew he would need it. Call it a mothers intuition.

Well, crap happens. Vlad outs Danny as Phantom and it ends very poorly for the wannabe vampire. Danny escapes into the GZ but just barely and is forced to leave his old life behind but not before Jazz tells him about what she had recently learned about Project: R.

The portals are destroyed and Danny flees to his home dimension in search of his fathers. Unfortunately when he gets there he learns most of his fathers are dead, only Damian Al Ghul and Jason Todd remaining, both having very strained relationships with thier own father Bruce Wayne and everything has gone to crap.

Theres an evil dictator in red and blue ruling the world and they're the reason two of his dads are dead. So he decides to rip the symbol off his chest, put on a mask and make his big debut as Phantom.

How you may ask?

By killing the evil Superman and his cronies on live television and announcing that he's the child of Project: R and what that means.

Damian finds Phantom in Bludhaven looking for him and asking him to take him in only to get refused. Damian fears that Bruce might try to turn Danny against him so is hesitant to get close emotionally.

Jason has no such concerns and scoops him up before Bruce can dress him like a traffic light. They then have the superhero talk and Phantom says he wants to be a anti-hero not a superhero. He already tried that one and it sucked so much. Jason definitely didn't like the fact his kid had been a superhero at any point but finding out pretty much all the adults in Dannys life had failed him so hard made Jay fly into a rage.

Bruce tries to go for custody but fails. Dannys doesn't like how the Titans treat Damian so he steals all the ABBA cds from the tower and makes off like a thief in the night. When they discover this they flip out because those were Dicks and they became practically sacred after he died.

Danny decided to cause problems on purpose. Such acts include:

1. Turning all the furniture in the common rooms of the Titans Tower into hyper realistic cake so when they sat on it/tried to turn on the TV, ect they'd be in for a suprise.

2. Stealing all the tires off of every vehicle Bruce owned and giving them to Jason/whoever was down on thier luck and couldn't afford to change thier tires. Danny says he has "a legacy to uphold" while balancing on the top of on of the tires as he runs it across Gotham

3. Torments Black Mask and Slade. Somehow all thier homes and safe houses are filled with beans. Yes, beans. Whenever they are in Gotham they get beaned in the face with a pickle. (This is worse for BM cause ya'know)

They have no idea whos doing this or why.

Ras Al Ghul is not amused by the pickleing but does not get beanified cause Danny doesn't know where most of his places are so he gets A LOT of pickles thrown at him every chance Danny gets.

4. Danny decides Damian requires lots of snuggles and just turns intangible whenever Damian tries to pry him off. Multiple people keep comparing him to Dick and its starting to get on Dannys nerves. He has three other dads to compare him to and Dick isn't even the only dead one! What about Tim??? He wants to learn about Tim! He demands his fathers tell him about themselves and Tim

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