#'backstreet boys tune plays: i want it this way'

[bellysoupset]

Halloween Saga - Part 3 - Jonah & Wendy

Warning, there's a the t- slur used down there, during a fight. It's not fully enunciated, but it's implied. (it's said by a random asshole, none of the OCs, don't worry)

---------

"I know what you did," Leo whispered darkly, wrapping his arms around Jonah's shoulders from behind and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Jonah let out a chuckle, still bobbing to the tune of the song, hand wrapped around his drink, "last summer?"

"What?" Leo blinked at him, confused, before once again pressing his temple to his, "no, tonight, this."

"You're drunk," Jon grinned, turning his head to kiss him, "I have no idea what you mean."

"I might be drunk, but I'm also right," Leo scoffed, but he was smiling. Jonah leaned back, melting against his chest and moving them to the rhythm of the song. Across the room he could see Bella, Wendy, Barbie and Megan dancing together. He had watched, more than an hour ago, as Luke had a minor fight with Bells, then promptly vanished from the party. What a baby.

"I'm hungry," Leo mumbled, voice muffled by Jonah's shoulder and he chuckled, draining the rest of his drink.

"I told you the weed gummy bears were a bad idea before the party," he berated lightly and Leo huffed, pulling back.

"I'm not even remotely that stoned," he rolled his eyes, removing his striped beret and combing a hand through his hair.

Jonah grinned, turning around and fiddling with his collar, smoothing it out, "you look really hot tonight."

"Yeah?" Leo smiled brightly, "good to know, I'll wear polos more often then. You want anything to eat? I'm gonna go track the food down."

"No, I'm drinking," Jonah raised his cup, now empty, "go ahead."

"Alright," Leo pressed another kiss on his cheek, "I'm go, all by myself, find food... Since my boyfriend refuses to feed me-"

"Get out of here," Jonah couldn't help but laugh, shoving him off. He could still see Leo's shoulder shaking with a giggle as he moved through the crowd and disappeared.

Alone once again, Jonah moved to the other side of the room, filling up the large plastic cup he was holding back to the top with an energy drink plus vodka drink.

He was halfway through it, more than a little drunk now, watching the lights bounce off the crowd when Wendy wrapped her hands around his red jacket.

"Come dance with me!" she squealed and Jonah put up the obligatory fight, leaning his weight back.

"Wen, I'm soo drunk-"

"I don't care!" she yelled again, bouncing on her feet. The fairy costume truly fit her, Jonah thought with a chuckle, noticing the glittery wings flapping behind her, "c'moooon..."

She tugged on his jacket with a little more force and he let out a sigh, chugging the rest of his drink and then planting the plastic cup back on the table, letting her pull him into the crowd.

Bella opened a big, glowy smile under the purple lights when Wendy exclaimed "look who I found!", pulling him by the hand.

"You know this one?!" Bella screamed over the noise and Jonah scoffed. Did someone not know Monster Mash?

He got squeezed between Bella and Wendy and soon all inhibitions melted off of him. They danced to Monster Mash, then Triller and then two other songs he had never heard and were more rock n' roll. Bella grabbing his bicep and making him jump along with the beat, before they got down once again, as Everybody by Backstreet Boys started playing.

"Am I the only oneEEE!" Wendy screamed along the lyrics, arms up her head and Jonah got down a knee, pointing at her as he sang back "YEAAAH!"

She started laughing, wrapping her arms around his neck, so he hugged her waist and spun them around, before letting her down just as the "ooh ooh ohh!" part of the song started.

He stumbled to the side, grabbing on the wall as they made their way back to the drinks table and Wendy followed suit, Bella trailing behind, still jumping along with the beat.

"Here, here-" he served him and Wendy a drink, but before he could serve Bell, another guy shoved himself in front of Jonah. He had never seen that dude in his life, but he was holding out two plastic cups.

"Excuse me," Wendy giggled, leaning her head against Jonah's shoulder. He took a big gulp of his drink, barely tasting the alcohol, but feeling it land like a brick in his stomach, "who the fuck are you?"

Jonah snorted in his cup, looking around the room. He tried and failed to locate Leo. In fact, he couldn't locate anyone, his eyes refused to focus in one thing.

The room was twirling.

He sipped his drink, pushing back the sickening sweet taste in his mouth and catching just as the blonde dude, who was dressed as a vampire and had green ends to his hair, made a pass on Bella.

She let out a snort, rolling her eyes, "I'm really not interested-"

"Oh, c'mon, I'm in the band..." the dude, whatever was his name said and Jonah groaned loudly, draining the rest of his drink.

"Catch a fucking hint, she said no," he said, poking the man between his ribs, and was zeroed in by furious blue eyes.

"Who are you, her boyfriend?"

"No-"

"Then mind your fucking business," the blonde said, turning back to Bella, who had raised her eyebrows in an unimpressed manner, still holding the drink he had planted in her hands.

"Ignoring what I'm saying and being rude to my friends? Damn Casanova, your game is impeccable," she leaned in and jammed a finger on the guy's chest, "go away."

The guy let out a huff, moving away with an "impertinent bitch." No sooner he had stepped aside, Wendy let out a drunken giggle.

"Impertinent bitch?" she echoed, shoulders shaking. Jonah wanted to laugh too, but he was having a hard time feeling his face. Suddenly he was paying way too much attention to how horrible his stomach felt, how his head was swimming.

"Jon?" Bella said and when he couldn't answer, just shake his head uneasily, trying to situate herself, he heard Bell say "here, hold this. Jonah, hey-" she stepped closer and grabbed his arm, "let's get you out of here."

"I can help-" Wendy started to say, which made Jonah frown. Help with what? He was fine, just a little dizzy and queasy-

"No, Wen, get back with the girls," Bella shooed Wendy off easily, "I got him."

"Are you sure?"

Jonah opened his mouth to tell them to stop talking about him like he wasn't there, but all he managed to do was let out a little hiccup and slam his hand to his lips, with a little more force than necessary. He groaned and Bella let out a chuckle, holding his waist.

"Alright, Jon, let's find a bathroom and maybe Leo too..." then to Wendy as they stumbled past her, "go have fun!"

He allowed his weight to rest mostly on Bella, glancing down at their feet instead of up, where the lights were changing and bouncing off people. The band had stopped playing by now, only Wendy's (or rather, Bella's?) playlist still going on, but people were far too drunk to care.

"Uhm..." Jonah tripped over his feet and Bella squeezed her arms around his middle. She was a full head shorter than him, but she was strong and he didn't feel like he might just accidentally crush her, not like he did with Wendy, "I might... I might've overdone it..."

"Might," Bella teased him, voice strained, but still with a smile on her face, "try not to puke yet, it's gonna be a hassle..." she maneuvered him around a decor piece - a group of skeletons posed as if they were dancing - and Jonah let out a moan, his head spinning.

"Bell... Fuck, hold on-"

"Just a sec, just a sec," she said quickly and then they stumbled backwards and Jonah nearly caused both of them to fall down as they entered the singular bathroom. Bella braced against a wall, grabbing his jacket and then she collapsed alongside him in front of the toilet, raising the lid just in time as his stomach squeezed.

Jon let out a groan as the drink he had just drunk made its way up, tasting just as horrible as it had going down. He almost missed the bowl, but Bella quickly grabbed his shoulders, letting out a drunken chuckle herself.

"Hey, hey, easy... Take a deep breath, just get this up," her hand, although sweaty, felt like heaven supporting his forehead and Jonah groaned again, this time out of humiliation. He hated to be this fucked up, but especially in front of the girls. The gentleman in him wanted to send Bella away, not that she would have moved.

"Get it up, you're alright," she rested a hand in the middle of his back and then sat down on the ground, despite the fact he thought it was disgusting, leaning her head back against a wall and removing the hand that was holding his forehead.

Jonah coughed, spitting the terrible taste off his mouth, and pressed his forehead to his forearm, "fuuuck... Ugh, I'm so sorry-"

"It's fine," Bella didn't sound even a little bit bothered, if anything there was still a giggle in her voice. She rubbed his back, "I was waiting for an excuse to get away anyway, so you turned green at the right moment."

"At your service," Jon scoffed, leaning back in and spitting again. His mouth was watering like crazy, "I'm so fucking dizzy, jesus."

Bella hesitated then, touching his cheeks as if checking for a fever, "like dizzy because you're drunk or dizzy because of your vertigo?"

"Drunk," he flushed away the evidence, planting a hand to his stomach and rubbing slow circled in it. It still felt like it was burning, "and vertigo doesn't give me a fever."

"Oh," Bella said, patting his shoulder and pulling back, grabbing a wad of toilet paper, "you done?"

"Uhm..." Jon shook his head, still feeling the terrible sweet sting in the back of his throat. His stomach churned again and he turned his face, a hand darting forward to brace against the wall as he heaved once more. It burned more coming up than it did going down and he coughed and spluttered for air, groaning when his nose started to sting too, "shit-"

"Here," Bella passed him the ball of tissue, then flushed the toilet again, "better?"

"Better," his voice was scratchy and his head was pounding, but Jonah was still in a pretty decent mood. He leaned back, resting his elbows on his knees and breathing out, "sorry you had to witness that."

"You're a much more elegant puker than Lucas," Bella winked at him, still sitting down. She ran a hand through her hair. It was already long when curly, but flat ironed like that, Jonah could see it easily reached her butt, especially when she was sitting down.

Bella yawned against her fist, "I should go deal with my silly boyfriend."

"Husband."

"Yeah, that," she rolled her eyes. Sweat had ran down her forehead, so a splotch of regular skin was showing under the face makeup. Jonah cleared his throat.

"Did you see my boyfriend around?"

"Not for a while now," Bella answered, getting up from the ground and offering him a hand. Jonah took it, then swayed forward and almost took her down with him, Bell's hands planted on his chest as she chuckled, "personal space, Dr. Banks?!"

"Shut up," Jon smiled, stumbling to the sink so he could wash his mouth, "I hope Leo didn't get into trouble."

"Who'd pick a fight with Leo?" Bella frowned, leaning against the sink, "he's like the sweetest person ever."

Jonah raised an eyebrow, terribly amused. Leo was so far from the sweetest person ever, but he was also really happy other's thought so about him.

"I guess," he said diplomatically, "but he's been gone for a while... Are you leaving now?"

"Yeah," Bella waited for him by the door, "have you seen Vince, by the way? I haven't seen him all night."

"Nope, he's probably somewhere with Luke."

"Lucas left, Jon," Bell said slowly, "a while ago... What the fuck is that?"

Jonah frowned at the change of her voice and followed Bell's concerned gaze, only to feel his stomach drop. Leo had managed to get into trouble alright, of course he had.

He was shoving the guy who had previously hit on Bella, the blonde one, back with one hand, the other one tightly wrapped around Wendy's waist...

"Wendy?" Jonah called, noticing she didn't seem to be ganging up with Leo, which would be surprising but at least regular behavior. No, she seemed... She seemed like she wasn't there at all, "Wen!"

He rushed ahead, just as Leo's grasp on Wendy started to loosen, so the blonde turned to hold her correctly and received a punch square in his jaw.

"HEY! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" Bella exclaimed, rushing behind Jonah. Leo let out a whimper, stumbling back and spat a glob of blood on the ground, just as Jonah grabbed Wendy from his arms.

Wendy who was fucking unresponsive. Jonah's heart jumped to his throat, not over the punch Leo had just sported, but because Wendy felt clammy to his touch, her eyes dazed and confused, "Wendy? Wen, hey, hey, wake up- Look at me-"

"He fucking drugged her," Leo scoffed, pointing to the guy before them. The blonde rolled his eyes.

"Oh yeah? Fucking prove it! She's just drunk-"

"She wasn't drunk," Bella glared at the guy, slotting herself between Leo and the man, shoving his chest "she wasn't drunk, we were just with her-"

"He was trying to drag her out of the party," Leo tattled, massaging his chin, only for Bella to let out a squeal as the guy shoved her back just as hard as she had done with him. Except he was good ten inches taller than her.

She stumbled back and Leo immediately grabbed Bell's shoulder, pushing her behind him, "don't fucking touch her!"

"You really think I'd have wanted to fuck that fucking tra-"

Bella let out an angry growl, getting under Leo's arm and then Jonah heard the loud noise of flesh meeting flesh. He looked up, from his crouched down position with Wen's head on his lap, just in time to see the blonde stumble back, cupping his cheek where Bella had just slapped him across the face.

Just in time to see him reach for Bell's hair and pull. Jonah blinked, still too drunk and confused, the blinking lights making it worse. He couldn't quite make out what happened next, Leo moving to help Bella and then more punching-

"Wendy... Fuck! Leave him alone, we need to get her to a hospital!" Jonah yelled, before deciding that fuck it, he could only do one of the two things, and Wendy's rapid breathing was far more urgent than Bella and Leo's throw down with that jackass.

He picked up Wendy, throwing her arms around his neck and trying to focus on the fact he was a doctor, this shouldn't be this terrifying... "Wendy, please, please, wake up-"

Jonah barely made out of the door, when he heard a loud crash. He turned around just in time to see Leo manage to knock the blonde musician out with a punch, his nose bleeding too- Bella stumbled back, wiping at her bloody mouth.

"Leo, I-"

"Go," Leo waved him off, "get her to a hospital, go. We'll wait for the police."

Jonah nodded, heart hammering away, split apart in worry. He got in the elevator, moving a hand up Wendy's clammy neck, pressing his fingers to her pulse. It was quick, but very present.

"Goddammit, Wendy..." Jonah whispered, hugging her closer, "Wen, c'mon, wake up..."

He made it to the parking lot, before realizing he was in no state to drive and hurriedly pressing the 0 button again, tapping his foot nervously.

In his arms, Wendy let out a little groan and Jonah's heart all but crawled up his throat.

"Wendy?! Wendy, hey, I'm here, it's Jon- Wake up, wake up-" he shook her lightly, patting her cheeks and she blinked awake, although still looking terribly out of it.

He noticed her eyes darting around the elevator, panic starting to form behind them and Jonah squeezed her a little tighter, "shhh, you're safe, I'm- The paramedics will be here soon-" he barely said that and the elevator came to a stop, so Jonah rushed out, barking "CALL 911!" to the front desk employee, hurrying to get Wendy lying down in the lobby's couch.

The front desk employee - Lauren? Karen? - was a woman in her early fifties, who clearly had been enjoying her night so far and nearly jumped out of her skin at Jonah's shout.

"What's wrong... Wendy?! Ms. Marshall-"

"Call 911!" Jonah exclaimed again, grabbing Wendy's armpits and pulling her half sitting up, just as she started to gag, "someone drugged her."

Vaguely he heard Karen-Lauren calling the emergency, just as Wendy groaned, head lolling as if she couldn't support its weight. She let out an unhappy noise and Jonah cupped her cheeks, falling to his knees next to the couch, "hey, hey... Wendy, shhh- you're alright, okay? I'm here-"

Her shoulders hitched and he heard a terrible drowning noise, causing Jonah to jump back and tilt her to the side, as watery vomit rushed up her mouth and fell on the lobby's carpet, all over his red pants.

He couldn't be bothered to feel remotely nauseous, not when he could clearly tell Wendy was panicking, her eyes wide with fear, tearing up.

"On... jdh...Jee-" She tried to speak and his heart broke in a million pieces, anger starting to boil in his stomach.

"I'm here, I'm here," Jonah stroked her hair back, that had fallen off from her high ponytail, "help's coming, okay? Five minutes-"

"Here," Karen-Lauren pushed a paper cup filled with water in front of his nose, her hands trembling, "they told me to keep her hydrated-"

"Thanks," Jonah grabbed Wendy's chin when she tried to turn her head away, failing miserably, "I'm sorry, I know you feel horrible right now, but I need you to drink... Wendy, please-"

Tears started to stream down the corner of her eyes and Jonah felt damn near tears himself, "Wen, please, just a sip-"

He saw the red and blue lights before he heard the noise and Jonah barely glanced up as Karen-Lauren rushed to the let in the police.

Wendy let out another unhappy noise, hyperventilating as she tried to gather any control over her body.

"Son, we need-"

"Not now," Jonah immediately shrugged off the cop who attempted to touch his shoulder, "not now, I- Upstairs, last floor. There's people who can tell you what happened."

He heard some discontent noises, one singular cop staying back and looming over him, as Karen-Lauren explained Jonah had just gotten there and that the paramedics were on their way.

Jonah felt completely disconnected, still cradling Wendy in his arms, until help got there, just as the cops dragged Leo, Bell and the blonde guy from before downstairs. Jon caught his boyfriend's eyes just as he got in the back of the ambulance and Leo shouted "I'll meet you in the hospital, don't worry about us!" as the doors shut.

"Dr. Banks...Dr. Banks... Jonah!" Claire snapped him out of his trance, studying Wendy's unconscious face. She was asleep, now wearing a hospital gown over her glittery costume, IVs connected to her. Jon jumped on his chair and Claire planted a hand on his shoulder, pushing him back down, "sorry, I didn't mean to startle."

"It's fine," Jonah rubbed his face. He wasn't sure how long had passed, his whole body felt stiff, "her toxicology exam got back?"

"Yeah," Claire cringed, "I don't think I can disclose this information with you-"

"Claire," Jonah sighed tiredly and she winced.

"Let's just settle for you were right," she said quietly, also looking at Wendy, "happy I missed the party now."

"Uhm," Jonah let out a humorless huff, "did the front desk call her emergency contacts?"

"You mean you?" Claire wrinkled her nose, "they phoned Vince too. He should be here soon."

"Good," Jonah squeezed his neck, "I have to find out if Leo got arrested..." he leaned in, pressing Wendy's knuckles to his lips, "shouldn't she be awake by now?"

"She's really tiny, Jonah, it's gonna take a bit to get the drug out of her system," Claire said carefully, "did you-" whatever she was going to ask was interrupted by Vince's loud voice in the corridor, going "Wendy!? Wendy!?"

Jonah moved up from the chair he was occupying, just as Vince stumbled through the room's door.

He was a sight to be seen, half still in costume, half out. He had missed the hook and then coat, but was still wearing the boots, the red vest and the frilly shirt, looking like a complete distraught mess.

"Wendy... Shit, what- What happened..." he skipped forward, practically trampling over Dr. Claire and rushing to Wendy's side, eyes scanning her face.

Claire grimaced in sympathy, "I'm gonna go, press the button in case you need anything..."

Jonah circled the bed, so Vince could take up the armchair and offered him a tight, painfully sober smile, "she got roofied by one of the band jerks."

"What- Why... Is she gonna be okay? Why is she still asleep?"

"She'll be fine," Jon reassured his friend, surprising himself with how sure his voice sounded since he had been asking that same question five seconds before, "her body just needs to burn through the drug, it'll take a couple hours."

"Fuck," Vince whispered, leaning in to kiss his girlfriend's forehead, a string of curse words in Italians slipping under his breath or at least what Jon thought were curses.

"Where were you...?"

"I..." Vince sniffled, clearing his throat, "I left with Luke, he- Fuck, fuck I shouldn't have left. I shouldn't have left her alone-"

"No, don't do that," Jonah frowned, glaring at him, "this wasn't your fault and she wasn't alone. We were right there with her. The only one to blame is the asshole who drugged her."

"The assh- Did someone touch her?" Vince blurted out, paling considerably, "Jon, did anyone fucking touch her, I swear to God-"

"No," Jonah shook his head quickly, "no, Leo saw the guy trying to drag her out, he jumped in. Nothing happened, I promise."

Vince let out a relieved sigh, once again planting a kiss on Wendy's temple, pushing a strand of hair away from her eyes, "Honey, I'm so so sorry..." he whispered, then said quietly, but seriously, without bothering to meet Jon's eyes, "I want the guy who did this to her dead."

Jonah flinched at his tone, suddenly a lot more nervous, "he's gonna get arrested, if Wendy presses charges. They have her toxico-"

"I didn't say arrested," Vince said coldly, before kissing Wendy's brow again and dropping the subject.

TBC

#mywriting #sickfic #emeto #drunk #angst #violence #drugs #jonah banks #wendy marshall #the fic in which Jon is reminded that Vince is NOT a teddy bear

[kittyball23]

Okay guys, listen up!

Got some insight to the Annecy Film Festival and some of the news it revealed! The info I found was from a posting on the YouTube channel "jstar" (if you're on Tumblr, I'd love to know 😀) from a screenshot presumably found from somewhere on social media ( A friend I speak to on Wattpad brought this channel and its postings to my attention). Here's what exactly was said:

"To be factual: after the furious madness of the second Trolls, whose psychedelic energy had something orgasmic about it, exit hard rock and welcome to the glorious era of boy bands. A retrospective choice (still) logical given the astounding popularity of Kpop today. He's Justin Timberlake's character, Branche, who was actually in a boy band with his brothers when he was little (watch out for the puns in the movie on Nsync, One Direction and the like) before being cowardly abandoned, becoming th grumpy, melancholy troll he is today. The goal of the film will be to reassemble the band to save one of them, captured by idols without talents who sniff him to become good singers. By breaking a crystal that imprisons him with the power of perfect harmony."

So I guess the brothers have to sing the 'Family Harmony' (which sounds like a special song of some sort) to save Floyd who is trapped in a crystal that Velvet and Veneer placed him in after they smell him to obtain his talent?

Um... what? XD

So I guess it kinda makes sense in a way - Bergens ate Trolls to obtain their happiness, so perhaps sniffling them means that they can get their singing abilities?? Perhaps that's why they have to keep him - maybe inhaling his talent is only temporary? Maybe each time they do it continues to turn his hair the white that we saw in the first poster? And what's the deal with the Family Harmony? How will that play out? Are their voices going to combine like a magical force and break the crystal Floyd’s trapped in? If this is all true, I've certainly got a lot of questions lol

Other postings that were made on social media stated that the first 20 MINUTES of the movie were shown.

Here is a posting regarding Broppy:

"Branch definitely has a bigger emotional hurdle to jump through in this movie and Poppy really helps him with that, kind of like in the first movie, but it's a much different issue, even though Poppy feels like it's the same kind of situation to solve."

I had a feeling that this movie would remind me of the first :) This next one is about my boyz:

"We explore the world of boy bands in the world of 90s music! We celebrate them, but with a certain irony, having a little fun with them. They are more expressive and maybe they also have problems on their side. It was fun exploring these different personalities, feeling a likeness and family connection to them. But also for each of the four brothers to find their own personality, their own voice and their own part of the family."

This last quoting is about the music:

"The composer remains Ted Shapiro and we are working with a great musical team at the moment. Justin is still the executive producer of the original music and was involved in its development early on. There are five original songs that he spearheads, as well as more jukebox songs, classic and familiar happy tunes and he calls on other producers he wants to work with to create the best song for this moment in the film."

Still don't have word on the original songs, but we do know from previous info that some of the involved songs are We Are Family, Staying Alive, Everybody (Backstreet's Back), The Hustle, You Got the Right Stuff, Sailing, Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This, and I Want You Back. I also have my own ideas for what songs I think could work for the movie, but I'll save it for another post :)

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #brozone #velvet and veneer #branch trolls #poppy trolls #dreamworks

[running-tweezers]

For the Karaoke post:

Geordi

Hux

Milo

(I hope more than one is okay! Very curious about this /lh)

More than one is perfectly fine!! And I love this selection!!

Geordi:

I feel with Geordi it depends on the karaoke setting. I don’t think Geordi is getting up to sing at all in a public karaoke bar type place. BUT. If it’s a private karaoke room with people he trusts? All bets are off.

I think he’d go for some real classic karaoke staples with friends. He wants his friends to sing along with him. My mind went to Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey first. It’s a crowd favorite and he has a BLAST with it.

Hux:

My BOY. My choice for Hux is 100% inspired by the music that is always playing in the background of DAMN crew videos. That feel-good 80’s type stuff. Most of those videos take place at Huxley and Damien’s place so I can only assume one of them is in charge of the tunes.

That being said, I think Hux is going for Livin’ On A Prayer by Bon Jovi. Another karaoke staple. It’s in the background of all those videos and I think he has a great time singing it.

I also think that Huxley and Freelancer are the karaoke duet partners of all time. Their go to song to do together is I Want It That Way by the Backstreet Boys. And they KILL IT every time, as their respective boyfriends look on with heart eyes.

Milo:

My OTHER boy. I think Milo is a showman at karaoke. He isn’t singing he’s performing. I can also see his karaoke choices going one of two ways.

One, something classic. Im really torn between Fly Me To The Moon by Frank Sinatra, and Sweet Caroline by Neil Diamond. I can’t decide, I’m going with both.

Two. Bruno Mars. Just his entire catalog. I’m gonna go with Locked Out Of Heaven, but really insert any Bruno Mars song here.

Send me a Redacted character and I’ll give you their karaoke song!

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted geordi #redacted huxley #redacted milo #this one took some thought lol #hope this satisfies your curiousity!!

[mikrokosmos]

What’s the story of your life with music?

The main reason I’d avoided responding to this question was that it’s too daunting. How do I make a narrative out of my interests and hobbies over the years? What can I remember exactly? I don’t want to go on and on, but…

My life with music started in…maybe kindergarten? In elementary school music class my teacher showed us Disney’s Fantasia, where my most vivid memories are of the Bach and Tchaikovsky segments. With Stokowski’s transcription of the Toccata and Fugue, I picked up associating music with colors and shapes, and often when I listen I still think in abstract geometric figures, especially imagining the sheet music floating around and changing colors. And from the Nutcracker suite, I went more Romantic and created stories in my head while listening.

At the same school, the fourth grade class would put on a play version of the Nutcracker story with some music from the ballet. I loved the whole “soundtrack” but especially a scene change with the piece “In the Pine Forest”

Growing up, I liked music but wasn’t really into the pop that my sister and cousins were into (Brittney Spears, NSYNC, Backstreet Boys, Spice Girls…), but I’d play around on my cousin’s out of tune piano and “taught” myself how to play Big Ben’s chimes using the black keys. My parents got me lessons with my cousin’s piano teacher who was an old Italian woman who introduced me to Chopin, Beethoven, and Rachmaninoff.

As I got more into music through YouTube and iTunes, my tastes solidified around Chopin, Liszt, Rachmaninoff, Alkan, Scriabin, heavy handed romantic piano. More “Romantic” Beethoven, some “darker” Mozart, and Bach’s organ music. Again couldn’t relate to peers when I got to high school. Yeah I liked Lady Gaga and Beyonce, but I didn’t care about any of the bands kids talked about, and didn’t like a lot of the 00s pop singers. Too many of the works I was into at the time were 19th or early 20th century piano. I was embarassed when guys asked if I listened to anything “hard” and showed them one of Prokofiev’s “War” Sonatas

I loved looking up the history of the works. At the time I thought it was just trivia but the longer I researched, the more I realized it was helping me develop an awareness of how we percieve reality and the social and cultural forces that contribute to who we are and what we do, say, and create.

My first piano teacher passed away, which was kind of rough. She felt like a third grandmother, told me stories about her husband in “The War”, and recorded several Chopin pieces for her family to keep for posterity. I always think of her when I listen to Chopin’s Waltz in Ab, op.69 no.1. Maybe too Romantic of me to bring up the “Farewell Waltz” nickname.

In general I had a very Romantic, and somewhat closed-minded, attitude toward music going through into college. I was kind of snobby against popular music styles, I was convinced Mozart was overrated elevator music, that Satie was a “one-hit-wonder”, and that there was no point in listening to anyone before Bach. Thankfully a lot of taste changes happened through college as I explored the repertoire more and got familiar with Mozart, ‘classical’ Beethoven, Brahms, Haydn, Handel, Hildegard von Bingen, Palestrina, Mahler, Hindemith, Barber, Schoenberg, and I won’t keep name dumping but when thinking back to my time at college I have a lot of memories of how I felt listening to music and pondering life in the way college students are expected to do.

I’ve always been an amateur pianist, and have been self-taught for the past ten years or so. And a lot has changed in my tastes and attitudes.

Still a Romantic at heart but I try to treat music as “objectively” as I can, let it speak for itself, and try to keep the era in mind when asking “what does this mean? What is this trying to convey?”. I’ve tried letting go of biases so I can appreciate other genres more. I’ve also been engaging more with the musical avant-garde, and am on the more liberal side of the aesthetic “culture wars” that have been going on since the mid 20th century.

Right now my favorite composer is Olivier Messiaen who I believe without any irony is the best composer of Christian music, and maybe the only Western composer who conveys a Christian sense of the Divine to the “greatest” extant possible. Of course that’s my own opinion, but for me the 20 Regards sur l’enfant-Jésus is the greatest work of piano music I’ve heard. The idea of best or greatest when talking about art is pretty silly, and the older I get the more hesitant I am to try and argue for something as arbitrary as “best”, so maybe I’d say that Messiaen is the closest to my heart, along with Chopin, Liszt, Scriabin, Debussy, Mahler, and R. Strauss.

And I don't really talk about my personal life so much, but I have a complicated faith in Christianity, and I'm a gay man, and maybe it's silly but music has been integral to my understanding of life and the self.

#classical #ask #music #classical music #my music journey #Chopin #messiaen #bach #beethoven #Mozart #scriabin #mahler #debussy #strauss

[anjelicawrites]

I was tagged by @hightowhxre (thank you! I love those!!!)

RULES : shuffle your on repeat playlist and the first twelve songs represent your 2024.

JANUARY:

Rasputin, Boney M

There lived a certain man in Russia long ago He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow Most people look at him with terror and with fear But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear He could preach the Bible like a preacher Full of ecstasy and fire But he also was the kind of teacher Women would desire.

FEBRUARY:

Mr. Brightside, The Killers

Coming out of my cage And I've been doing just fine Gotta gotta be down Because I want it all It started out with a kiss How did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss.

MARCH:

Do I wanna know? Arctic Monkeys

Have you got colour in your cheeks? Do you ever get that fear that you can't shift the tide That sticks around like summat in your teeth? Are there some aces up your sleeve? Have you no idea that you're in deep? I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week How many secrets can you keep? 'Cause there's this tune I found That makes me think of you somehow an' I play it on repeat Until I fall asleep, spillin' drinks on my settee.

APRIL:

I want it that way, The Backstreet Boys

Yeah You are my fire The one desire Believe when I say I want it that way.

MAY:

In the end, Linkin' Park

(It starts with one) One thing, I don’t know why It doesn’t even matter how hard you try Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme To explain in due time.

JUNE:

Mary on a cross, Ghost

We were speeding together Down the dark avenues But besides of the stardom All we got was blues.

JULY:

Gangsta's Paradise, Coolio

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take a look at my life and realize there's nothin' left 'Cause I've been blastin' and laughin' so long that Even my momma thinks that my mind is gone.

AUGUST:

Poker face, Lady Gaga

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (she's got me like nobody) Can't read my, can't ready my She's got me like nobody Can't read my, can't ready my She's got me like nobody Can't read my, can't ready my She's got me like nobody Can't read my, can't ready my She's got me like nobody.

SEPTEMBER:

I wanna be your slave, Måneskin

I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your master I wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters I wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster 'Cause you could be the beauty and I could be the monster.

OCTOBER:

Pompeii, Bastille

Eh, eheu, eheu Eh, eheu, eheu Eh, eheu, eheu Eh, eheu, eheu Eh, eheu, eheu Eh, eheu, eheu Eh, eheu, eheu Eh, eheu, eheu I was left to my own devices Many days fell away with nothing to show.

NOVEMBER:

Eppur mi son scordato di te, Lucio Battisti

Eppur mi son scordato di te Come ho fatto non so. Una ragione vera non c'è lai era bella però. Un tuffo dove l'acqua è più blu niente di più.

DECEMBER:

Lay or your love on me, ABBA

I wasn't jealous before we met Now every woman I see is a potential threat And I'm possessive, it isn't nice You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice.

Super zero pressure tags: @hoosbandewan @barbieaemond @arcielee @valeskafics @liv-cole @aegonx @fan-goddess @assortedseaglass

#tag game

[lizardtakesflight]

listening to music and a song comes up that sounds startlingly clear

and I realize that my memory of that song is distorted and fuzzy because I had it on a CD that I burned back in high school full of shit I'd gotten off Limewire, desperate to find the kind of music I liked in the years when all I could listen to was either whatever my parents liked, or whatever was on the local radio stations (it felt like there was only pop, classic rock, and hiphop stations, although the local alt-rock station would have a couple hours on Sunday nights where they would play punk rock, and I would tune in every week desperate for something new).

way before streaming and Youtube and Bandcamp and social media sharing, throwing whatever search terms I could think of into torrenting sites. getting files of songs that people had recorded off the radio or compressed and crunched to hell and back, mislabeled with the wrong band either because the person who seeded it didn't actually know the band's name or because they just wanted it to be found.

burning those files onto CDs, about 10 at a time because you couldn't fit more, putting them in one of those big CD albums and writing on them with Sharpie so I could keep track of what was one them. keeping a notebook with the songs listed, as well as pages where I could write down names and titles to try to find them later. little snippets of lyrics from the radio, because Shazam hadn't been invented yet, so I had to try to remember what to Google later to identify the song. I even had a few tapes, too, that I used myself to record off the radio using my old stereo that my parents had bought me to listen to Brittany Spears and the Backstreet Boys and Hansen.

those are years that I don't look back on very fondly, they were some of the worst of my life. i didn't know shit about gender or sexuality or politics but it was starting. I was uncovering parts of myself piece by piece, song by song, scribbled lyric by scribbled lyric by MySpace page by VampireFreaks profile by misspelled filename.

lots has changed, hasn't it? the songs are clearer now. higher-def, crisp treble and heavy bass, all at the click of the button or whim of an algorithm. I am more comfortable discovering parts of myself and reconciling and applying all those decades of therapy and self-help books and internet support groups to examine those little wiggly bits without a name. unknown files.

i hope I can still keep finding that new music.

#my writing #i have no idea where this came from and i absolutely should be working right now but #i still hear those pops and crackles and skips and DJ intros in my head when those songs come up #i was in highschool in the early-mid 00s btw if that's not clear #raised Roman Catholic with a dad in the Navy #there were a lot of things that i just didnt know existed or had names for yet

[rickie-the-storyteller]

Steph's Crew - Part 22: A Night I Won't Forget

cw- strong language, murder, death, grief, complicated family issues, etc.

Intro:

This is prom night part 2, basically.

Last time, the crew went to prom. They didn't go with Steph (she decided earlier on that she wouldn't want to go without her boyfriend who is currently still abroad). So today, we'll take a look at what Steph has been up to while her friends are having fun at prom! Fun!

(Spoiler alert - it isn't all fun. But good stuff does happen, so stay tuned!)

Setting off

(Stephanie is in her car, getting her sat nav ready. She's going on a drive by herself. Suddenly, her phone chimes. She reaches to the seat next to her where she left it, and she picks it up. She smiles when she sees that it's Dylan sending a video message)

Dylan: (on the video) Hey, Steph! I just thought we'd check in real quick! Sorry for the yelling, the music is super loud in here!

(Stephanie can hear the song "I Want It That Way" by Backstreet Boys playing in the background, along with many voices singing along to it. Mostly out of tune)

Alice: (coming in from behind Dylan) Whatcha doing?

Dylan: Making a video to send to Steph.

Alice: Oh, cool! I wanna be in it!

Dylan: You already are, bruv-

Alice: (takes Dylan's phone off him) Hey, girl! How are you? Prom's in full swing, and It's great here. The outfits, the food, the energy, the atmosphere... literally the only thing that's wrong with it is the fact that you ain't here.

Bret: (walking behind her, singing badly) TELL ME WHY-

Alice: And Bret's singing. Anyway, hope you're doing alright. I'll call you later!

(Alice sits down and Stephanie sees that Elise is sitting next to her)

Elise: What are you doing with Dylan's phone?

Alice: Uuuuhhm... Nothing!

Elise: Ally-

Alice: Bye, Steph! Love you!

(The video ends. Stephanie can't help but smile, despite the awkward ending. Then she sighs, mentally preparing herself for the journey ahead)

Coming home (a few hours later)

(Stephanie gets home and immediately heads to her bedroom. She flops on her bed and groans into her pillows. This is the position she remains in until she hears her doorbell about half an hour later. She goes and answers it, and is pleasantly surprised to find that it's her friends from school, who have come to pay her a visit after their prom)

Stephanie: Oh, my gosh! Hey, guys!

Alice: Hi! (hugs Stephanie)

Dylan: What's up? (hugs Stephanie)

Bret: You ok? (hugs Stephanie)

Stephanie: Yeah, I'm ok. (turns to Elise and smiles, but doesn't give her a hug) What are you party people doing here anyway? You guys all look great, by the way.

Elise: (shrugs) Prom ended not too long ago. We just thought we'd stop by and see how you were doing here by yourself, that's all.

Stephanie: Well, you didn't have to come here just 'cause everyone else did, El.

Elise: It was my idea, actually.

Stephanie: Really?

Dylan: Yeah, she insisted on it.

Bret: She was practically yelling at my aunt to drop us off here…

Elise: Oh, I wasn't yelling, B.

Alice: Yeah, you were. Don't lie.

Dylan: Nearly shattered my eardrums, she did.

Stephanie: (laughs) Aw, El. You softie.

Elise: (smiles) That's me.

(The two girls finally hug, the initial tension fading away)

Stephanie: (whispers) I love you, Ellie.

Elise: (whispers back) Love you, too.

(The two stop hugging)

Elise: How have you been tonight, Steph?

Stephanie: (sighs) Honestly, I've had better nights. But it's not too bad now that you guys are here.

Dylan: Wait, what happened?

Elise: Shall we discuss it over cake pops? (pulls out some prom snacks she had stored in her bag) I thought I'd save some food for you.

Stephanie: You're the best.

(FIVE MINUTES LATER - the crew is sitting on the floor in the living room, eating Elise's snacks and drinking Coca-Cola from Stephanie's fridge)

Stephanie: I've been trying to reach out to my old foster family for ages, now. I feel bad about how I ended things with them, you know? But tonight, I actually went out of my way to find out where they live now, and pay them a proper visit.

Alice: Well, how did that go?

Stephanie: Terrible. So fucking terrible… ugh, they got so angry at me. They kicked me out and basically disowned me. But, you know, whatever. I never really felt like I belonged there anyway.

Alice: (rolls eyes) Jerks.

Dylan: Fuck them. I don't even know them, but they already sound like they suck.

Elise: I'm so sorry, Steph. That must've been awful. (reaches for her hand)

Stephanie: It was. (takes Elise's hand) But you know what? Who even needs them? I'm great as I am. And at least I got closure. I feel like that's what I've been looking for all this time, you know? I finally got it tonight, and I'm grateful.

Bret: (puzzled) Isn't closure usually supposed to be positive, though?

Stephanie: Whatever. I got what I needed. Sometimes what you need isn't the same thing as what you want.

Bret: (nods) I guess that's a fair point…

Alice: Wow. It's crazy how we've literally been partying all night, living it up, while you basically had the worst night of your life.

Stephanie: Oh, I've been worse.

Alice: One of the worst nights of your life, then. But you know we got your back, right? We're your real family. Your chosen family. And I think that's what makes us special. Like, we found each other and chose to be friends. It's not like with a regular family.

Elise: Not that our regular families are all that bad…

Alice: No, no. That's not what I meant.

Elise: No, I get what you mean.

Dylan: And as your chosen family, it is our responsibility to make sure you had fun on prom night like everyone else.

Stephanie: Uh… little late for that, don't you think?

Dylan: Nonsense, it's only quarter past 11. We can still have a bit of fun before midnight, can't we? (stands up) Who's with me?

(Everybody smiles, and they all get up)

The After-party!

(Some time later, the crew takes off from Stephanie's flat and goes out for a bit more fun. Alice and Elise aren't wearing their prom dresses anymore - Stephanie let them both borrow some more casual outfits)

Alice: I love not having to walk in heels. Ha-ha! I'm free! I can move however I want to without killing my ankles! (stops walking and quickly does a series of graceful pirouettes to seemingly prove her point, but accidentally bumps into Elise whilst doing so)

Elise: OW!

Alice: Oopsie. Sorry, girl.

Dylan: So, where should we go first?

Stephanie: I dunno. It was your idea, bro.

Dylan: Well, yeah. But this is for you. I figured you'd have an idea or two…

Stephanie: Well, you figured incorrectly. I didn't even know that this was how tonight was going to go. (pauses) Hang on. I know the perfect place. Come on. (walks ahead)

Bret: Where are we going, Steph? (runs after her)

Stephanie: You'll see!

(She leads them to a nearby bus stop, where a bus is waiting. They board it, and eventually, it sets off. They sit on the five adjacent seats at the very back - Stephanie sits on the window seat at the far left, then Eise, then Bret, then Alice, and then Dylan on the far right)

Bret: I'm still confused.

Stephanie: You'll know where we're going once we get around to that area, Bret. Don't worry. One of you'll probably hit the stop button before I do, that's how familiar we all should be with this area.

Elise: Well, there's no need to be so cryptic, mate…

Stephanie: All will be made clear when the time comes, Ellie. But alas, that time has not yet come.

Elise: (rolls eyes) Whatever.

Stephanie: So anyway… how was prom, guys? Did you have a good time? Tell me about it! I'm dying to know.

Dylan: It was dead, man.

Stephanie: What?!

Alice: He's lying.

Dylan: Nothing happened. It was so boring!

Alice: It was actually great.

Dylan: Yeah, she's right. Of course it was great! We had a lot of fun. Well, right up until Ally almost died of alcohol poisoning.

Alice: I- ok, he's exaggerating. I drank a bit too much, and I threw up. But I'm fine now! Mostly.

Stephanie: (laughs) That's good. But just to be safe, you probably shouldn't drink any more tonight, Ally.

Alice: Wasn't planning on it.

Stephanie: (to Bret and Elise) How about you two?

Bret: Oh, it was amazing! (puts an arm around Elise) Wasn't it?

Elise: (rests her head on Bret's shoulder, smiles) Yeah, it was. We all won awards, too!

Stephanie: Really? Wow!

Bret: I won "Most Likely to Be on Jeremy Kyle!"

Stephanie: Uh… congrats?

Bret: (beaming) Thanks!

(The bus pulls up near Hampstead Heath Park, and they all rush out and immediately head to their favourite tree. On the way there, they pass some ponds, and Dylan takes a bunch of pictures of the reflection of the sky on the water)

Dylan: This place is so beautiful at night…

Alice: (pouting) Where did all the duckies go?

Bret: It's super late, they're probably sleeping.

(Stephanie and Elise are walking in a pair a little further behind Bret, Alice and Dylan)

Stephanie: I'm glad you and Bret made up.

Elise: Yeah. Me too.

Stephanie: Can we make up? Properly?

Elise: I'm not angry with you, Steph.

Stephanie: Ok, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't talk about this. I mean, you might say you're not angry anymore, but that doesn't mean-

Elise: I was never angry with you. Was I upset? Sure. Was I hurt? Absolutely. Angry, however… I don't know, it's not quite the word I'd use.

Stephanie: If you were angry about it, I wouldn't blame you. I guess that's what I'm trying to say here. Like, if I was in your position, I'd probably be angry.

Elise: Well, I guess that's the difference between me and you.

Stephanie: Um… Yeah. Right. (awkwardly pauses) Look, I have no clue what to say to convince you that there's absolutely nothing going on with Bret. We're just friends.

Elise: (sighs) I know.

Stephanie: So you have nothing to worry about as far as I'm concerned! I have zero intentions of stealing your man or anything. I promise! There are no feelings there. Nothing. Maybe a small amount of basic primal animal attraction, but nothing more. That's it! (pauses) Ok, that sounds bad. Can I start again?

Elise: Please do.

Stephanie: We didn't kiss. We nearly did, but we didn't. Nothing happened.

Elise: I mean... (pauses) You wanted to.

Stephanie: That doesn't mean I want him. I was super depressed. I wanted Ben. And Bret felt like he was ruining things with you. We were both caught up in our loneliness and I guess we were just looking for some peace away from that. Like an escape, almost.

Elise: ...So you almost cheat?

Stephanie: But we didn't! (pauses) Look, I'm sorry. Alright? That night never should've happened.

Elise: Right. Well, again, I'm not angry with you.

Stephanie: (frustrated) Will you stop saying that?

Elise: What? I'm being honest. (sighs) I think the reason hearing about you and Bret hurt me so much is because I finally understand Holly now.

Stephanie: Holly?

Elise: Oh, you know. Holly? We've mentioned her before… she's one of Bret's exes. I don't think you've ever met her, she left our school right before you joined. But she was… it was a lot. Long story.

Stephanie: Tell me.

Elise: Ok. Here goes...

The Holly Story

Elise: So, Bret and Holly got together the summer after Year 10, right? So, just before Year 11.

Stephanie: Right.

Elise: And before that, she and I were cool. Like, we weren't super close friends or anything, but we got on well. I considered her to be a solid school acquaintance. When Bret started taking a liking to her, she kind of got integrated into our group dynamic.

Stephanie: (nods) Ok. Well, then, what happened?

Elise: (sighs) Well, you know me and Bret have always been good friends.

Stephanie: Yeah.

Elise: And Holly knew that going in.

Stephanie: Of course.

Elise: But once she and Bret became a couple, she started having problems with it. And with me.

Stephanie: What?

Elise: Yeah. It started out small. You know, just the occasional rude comment. That sort of thing. And after everything I had to go through with the Adam and Grace crap, I was honestly kind of used to that treatment. So it didn't really bother me. But then, it got worse.

Stephanie: H-how so?

Elise: Her comments and general rude attitude toward me got worse. Eventually, she started spreading rumours about me, and I tried distancing myself from her and Bret for a while. Just to give them space, you know? Bret wasn't too happy about it, but I needed it. I just needed a break from Holly.

Stephanie: Hey, I get it. I need a break from Holly, and I don't even know her…

Elise: (laughs) Ok, let me finish. So, Holly and I have been avoiding each other for some time now, right? And during this time, something terrible got brought to my attention.

Stephanie: What?

Elise: Hate site.

Stephanie: (confused) What? What do you mean?

Elise: I got sent an anonymous link to a hate page dedicated to me.

Stephanie: Oh my God… but wait. Doesn't that count as cyberbullying?

Elise: Yeah. But I had no clue who it was, so it's not like I could report the bully.

Stephanie: But it's obvious!

Elise: I know, but I had no proof. Anyway, I didn't tell anybody about this at all. Not Bret, not my parents, not even Adam. I kind of just kept it to myself and tried to deal with it on my own.

Stephanie: Stupid…

Elise: I know. 15-year-old Ellie made some questionable choices.

Stephanie: So does 18-year-old Ellie.

Elise: (laughs again) Shut up, Steph!

Stephanie: (laughs as well) Go on, though. What happened next?

Elise: Um… Ok, so back in school. I missed Bret, and I wanted to patch things up with Holly. I wanted to make sure there was no bad blood, since I kind of speculated that she was responsible for the cyberbulling thing. Or at least closely connected to it.

Stephanie: Well, duh…

Elise: Right. So I tried talking to them both separately and making up with them. Bret and I went back to being buddies, and Holly agreed to put our differences to bed!

Stephanie: Yay!

Elise: Or so I thought…

Stephanie: UGH!!

Elise: I know. But what she said that day did stick with me a lot… I asked her why she didn't like me and…

Stephanie: Well, why? Genuinely curious here.

Elise: Well, she said that she didn't NOT like me. But-

Stephanie: (interrupts) Ah. I see. She's jelly.

Elise: What?

Stephanie: She was jealous of you. 'Cause of how awesome you are. That's how most bullies are, you know. Take it as a compliment!

Elise: There's more to it than that, Steph. You'd know that if you let me finish.

Stephanie: Oh, yeah. Sorry.

Elise: (sighs) She felt threatened by me. By my relationship with Bret.

Stephanie: Oh… so she was scared you'd steal her man?

Elise: Something like that, yes.

Stephanie: Well… I guess she has good instincts, then.

Elise: What do you mean?

Stephanie: I mean, you're dating Bret now!

Elise: Yeah, years later!

Stephanie: But you've always liked him, El.

Elise: I had nothing but respect for Bret's relationship with her, Steph! That's how I've been with all of his previous girlfriends. My feelings for him… I didn't think anything would happen with them. I never thought I'd end up with him. That possibility has always been the last thing on my mind! Not even-

Stephanie: I know, I know. It's just… you're terrible at acting.

Elise: Meaning?

Stephanie: It was always super obvious you were into him. In fact, it's a miracle HE didn't see it all these years. You're always so genuine about how you feel… I'd say that's the biggest thing you and Bret have in common, actually. Maybe Holly could see it, too. Maybe that's part of why she had all this rage towards you.

Elise: Hmmm. (pauses) Well, the story isn't over yet.

Stephanie: Oh?

Elise: Nope. We all seemed to get back on track once I'd talked things out with everyone, but then Dylan threw this big party when his dad was out for the weekend…

Stephanie: Kind of like that party at your place that we threw for Ben!

Elise: Yeah! Except, that was just for us. Almost everyone in our year group came to Dylan's place back then. How everyone managed to fit in that house is still a mystery to me. But anyway, I was invited, but I didn't go. I got the story from Alice the next day. Bret and Holly both went together. They left separately.

Stephanie: Oh, no…

Elise: Yeah. And then, after half term break, me and the others found out that they broke up. And that she hooked up with someone else while they were at Dylan's party.

Stephanie: Damn.

Elise: I know!

Stephanie: But what about that feud she had with you?

Elise: Oh, it wasn't a feud…

Stephanie: Her bitchiness towards you. The bullying. How did she get her comeuppance?

Elise: Right. That's a whole other thing. So, the hate page got updated every week. I tried to ignore it, but... it was really tough having to see all those hurtful words, you know? I struggled to keep it to myself, and I eventually told my brother. He told my parents, and they got the school involved. My greatest nightmare came true.

Stephanie: But at least you've got some people on your corner now!

Elise: I didn't see it that way at the time. I was too ashamed… I couldn't stand being the freak that everyone was gossiping about in the halls AGAIN. I had enough of that with the Adam and Grace ordeal. But looking back, it was the right thing to do. They got to the bottom of it and Holly got suspended along with everyone else who posted mean comments on there. And then she went to a different school for sixth form, so she's not really in any of our lives anymore. She can't get to me ever again.

Stephanie: And then she got replaced with Steph, and Elise and the crew lived happily ever after. The end!

Elise: (giggles) Exactly.

Stephanie: (shaking her head) Holly sucks. You don't need her. And neither does Bret.

Elise: She wasn't that bad, Steph. She was just… a lot. She stressed people out with her extremeness, you know? Bret changed himself a lot to make her happier, and I feel like that took a toll on him. Almost like he was always walking on eggshells with her all the time.

Stephanie: (shrugs) Sounds like she sucks to me, El!

Elise: Bret liked her a lot. She made him so happy. He just wanted to make her happy, too! There's nothing wrong with that.

Stephanie: Not at the expense of himself.

Elise: (nods) I know. I keep telling him that if he wants to change, he should do it for himself first and foremost. (pauses) I don't know, though. I kind of understand where Holly was coming from now. After hearing about your thing with Bret. I get how she felt.

Stephanie: You feel threatened by me?

Elise: Yeah. Or at least, I did. When I first found out about it.

Stephanie: You really shouldn't! I don't-

Elise: I know you don't. I know! It's just- it made me realise a few things about me.

Stephanie: Like what?

Elise: That I'm not all that different from Holly. Like... (pauses) I was friends with Bret for years before Holly got with him. I had a connection with him that she didn't have. I understood him in ways she probably didn't. I knew him better. She felt threatened by that.

Stephanie: Well, you know Bret better than I do.

Elise: I know.

Stephanie: I'd say you're closer with him than I am.

Elise: I know. But… the fact that he went to you when he was upset…

Stephanie: He literally told me that he would've gone to you if he wasn't avoiding you. You know, after the fight?

Elise: I am aware of that. But you guys did have a moment. You almost kissed.

Stephanie: Nothing happened, though.

Elise: It could have.

Stephanie: Listen-

Elise: No, Steph. You listen. Bret and I are very, very different people. You know that. We don't have all that much in common. As close as we've always been, there have always been stuff that I could never fully connect with in my relationship with him. And I feel like that kind of affects the way I handle things with him. It always has, I think.

Stephanie: …Oh.

Elise: When I found out about you and Bret, I guess my mind just went straight to the worst- you know how it is, right?

Stephanie: (nods) I do.

Elise: I just couldn't help but think that… well, when things get tough, he runs to you. Because of course he does. Not me, his girlfriend. No, he chooses you. I mean, you have more in common with him than I ever did. You can probably understand him in ways I can't. You can connect with him in ways I probably can't. Remind you of someone?

Stephanie: Holly!

Elise: No. Me. That was me to Holly. No wonder she was so mad... I now know what it's like to be in her shoes and have an Ellie in her life. Except you're Steph. You're not just the awkward book nerd, you're gorgeous and confident and talented and inspiring. You're already kind of threatening in a ton of ways…

Stephanie: Ok, stop it. You're not an awkward book nerd, El. (pauses) Well, you are, but you're so much more than just that. Give yourself some credit, girl. You're beautiful, smart, kind and an amazing friend. I mean, come on. There's a reason Bret chose to be with you.

Elise: (smiles) Eventually.

(Both girls laugh)

Stephanie: (sighs) I think get it now. I'm sorry you had to go through all that.

Elise: It's fine. It's all in the past.

Stephanie: And again, I'm really sorry about… you know.

Elise: I know. (whispers to Stephanie) That was part of what I was referring to, by the way. In case I wasn't clear.

Stephanie: (giggles) Ok. Now, come on. Let's catch up with the others.

Elise: Let's!

(They rush over to their friends walking ahead of them. They end up having a really great night together)

Coming clean (Flashback to earlier this evening)

(Stephanie knocks on the door of her old foster home. Her heart is racing with a level of anxiety she's never felt before. She contemplates leaving before the door opens, but she forces herself to stay. She knows she needs to do this)

Foster Father: (opens the door) Stephanie? Oh, my gosh! (rushes forward to give her a hug) Where the hell have you been all this time?! Wha- are you ok?

Stephanie: Yeah, yeah. I'm alright. Look, is Miranda in there, too? I have something important I've been meaning to discuss with you both.

Foster Father: Of course! Come in, come in. (leads her inside) God, Stephanie. Where the hell have you been?!

Stephanie: You asked me that already, John.

Foster Father: Why didn't you call? Leave us with some kind of message, and let us know you were ok? You know, it was bad enough losing Mel before finding out you were no longer home...

Stephanie: (teasingly) How did you know I came here to talk about Mel?

Foster Father: Did you? Oh, I didn't know that.

Stephanie: (awkwardly) Yeah. I know, John. It was meant to be a joke.

Foster Father: Miranda, love!

Foster Mother: (calling from the living room) Yes, darling?

Foster Father: You won't believe who was at the door!

(Stephanie sighs. It was going to be a looooong night...)

Stephanie: It's me, Miranda!

Foster Mother: Who?

Stephanie: Steph!

Foster Mother: Steph- what the... John, Stephanie's back?!

Foster Father: Yes! She's here!

Stephanie: It's not that big a deal, you know.

Foster Mother: (meets them in the corridor) Not that big a deal?! Sweetheart, you've been missing for ages! We were worried out of our minds! Where the hell have you been?!

Stephanie: You guys really like asking that question, huh?

Foster Mother: (sarcastically) "Not that big a deal..." (angrily) Are you serious, Stephanie?

Stephanie: Ok, maybe it is a bit of a big deal. Not as big as what I came here to tell you, though. Can we sit? (gestures to the living room)

(A short while later, Stephanie and her foster family are all seated in the living room)

Stephanie: (fidgeting with her jewellery) Ok... ok. So I have something to talk to you about.

Foster Mother: Yeah, we know.

Stephanie: It's about Melanie.

Foster Father: Our dead daughter? Yes, we remember her. Thanks for coming to the funeral, by the way. Oh, wait...

Foster Mother: She didn't go to the funeral, John.

Foster Father: I know love. I wasn't being serious.

Stephanie: Look, I'm sorry that I didn't go, but I just need to get this out, alright? You guys deserve to know this-

Foster Mother: No, dear. What we deserve to know is what you were up to all this time? Where have you been? Why haven't you called?

Stephanie: (mimicking her foster parents from before) "Where the hell have I been?" Look, I'll get to that. But first, let me just say that I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't appreciate you guys enough. I'm sorry I left without a word. I'm sorry I didn't go to the funeral. I'm sorry I never got along with Melanie. I'm sorry your daughter's dead... and it's all my fault.

Foster Father: ... Steph?

Stephanie: It's all my fault... (voice breaking slightly) I'm sorry I hated her so much that it ended up killing her.

Foster Mother: You killed Melanie?

Stephanie: It was an accident, I swear.

Foster Mother: You killed my baby...

Foster Father: Wait. (rubs his wife's arm) Stephanie, what happened?

Stephanie: (welling up with tears) I was sick of being here. I needed to leave. I had everything ready. But then your daughter came in and tried to stop me. I was furious. I was just so sick and tired of her always ruining everything for me. Standing in my way all the time. Everything. I just didn't want to be around her anymore. Or any of you...

Foster Mother: Stephanie...

Stephanie: I tried to explain that to her. She didn't get it. Which I expected, since she always was a major idiot. Anyway, we had a massive argument. Eventually, it got physical. I started pushing and shoving her, especially when she started blocking the door so I couldn't leave the room. That made me even angrier. She started to fight back, which is where I got these from (shows a bunch of scars and marks from the altercation). Not that you asked. Or acknowledged whatsoever. But now you know. After a while, I noticed her grab a knife.

Foster Mother: (whispers) Oh my God-

Stephanie: I managed to get hold of it myself. I had the upper hand at this point. It got worse. I pretty much threw her against a table where she hit her head, which knocked her out. I panicked... I didn't mean to do that. I never meant for it to go that far...

Foster Father: (clears throat) Look, Steph-

Stephanie: Then I noticed the bleeding.

Foster Mother: Bleeding?

Stephanie: Well, she'd been injured from the fight, definitely. But also... remember the knife?

Foster Mother: Oh, my God!!

Stephanie: She fell right on it. Or against it. I don't know... Anyway, it may've stabbed her.

Foster Father: May've?

Stephanie: I didn't stay long enough to check. I didn't do anything. I just left. I didn't even call for help... I left her vulnerable. Unconscious and bleeding out. Injured because of me. And I did nothing. I didn't think much of it at the time. I thought you'd do something to help her out... you guys cared about her much more than you cared about me, after all. But then I heard about her death...

Foster Mother: (tearfully) You killed her. There's no other way of saying it, Stephanie. You killed my baby.

Stephanie: (sighs) I'm so sorry. Hell, "sorry" isn't even enough-

Foster Father: Stephanie, why didn't you tell us before?

Stephanie: I don't know. I was scared, I guess. I didn't want to get into trouble. And honestly, I didn't think you guys would care. Again, you guys never really cared about me. I didn't trust the fact that you'd try to protect me. Or even be on my side at all. I didn't feel safe to tell you the truth.

Foster Father: Oh, don't give us that bullshit, Steph. Of course we cared about you! We chose to take you in and give you a home!

Stephanie: A home where I was always an outsider, John. Where I was always the "foster kid." You didn't treat me like one of your own!

Foster Mother: Because you aren't one of our own!

Stephanie: Let's not kid ourselves here, guys. I never belonged here! I never did... and now, I never will.

Foster Mother: Damn right...

Foster Father: You need to leave now, Stephanie. We can't have you here after what you've shared with us. After everything you've done...

Stephanie: (stands, wipes tears) Fine. I'll leave. But don't you dare act like you're all innocent in this. You guys are pathetic people. And pathetic parents. You never gave a shit. Certainly not about me, and arguably not enough about Melanie, your biological kid. You were just collecting a paycheck.

Foster Mother: You have a real nerve, Stephanie. Never show your face here again.

Stephanie: Fuck you. Fuck both of you. This whole fake ass family can go to hell. Good riddance!

(Stephanie storms out of the house and heads straight to her car, where she immediately breaks down and cries for a long time)

And that's all for today.

Bet you didn't see that one coming... plot twist of the year, amirite? lol

Yeah, this Melanie death mystery (Steph's involvement in particular) is the main drama throughout the series set into motion. It comes towards the end of the first instalment. 'Cause I'm a weirdo like that.

In better news, the crew is so great together, aren't they? So sweet how they all come to cheer her her up after prom (and I love how it was El's idea. She's a true friend, and I'm glad she and Steph made up. That scene where they talk about Holly was honestly one of my favourites to write!), but it also kind of sucks how Stephanie isn't giving them the full truth. I mean, it's understandable. But can she even consider these people to be her friends if she can't even be real with them? Or be her true self around them? Part of Stpehanie's arc is her realising that she actually has no idea what true friendship is. In fact, this applies to all her relationships (even with Ben, since he doesn't know the truth about Melanie either).

So, there are only 4 posts left of this dialogue series (crazy to think about, omg), but don't worry. They'll be every bit as epic as this one - maybe even more! No promises, tho lol. Plenty more drama to come, that's for sure! Thanks for reading, and I'll see you next time!

#rickie-the-storyteller #writerblr #writing #creative writing #original story #original content #original characters #steph's crew #stephanie smith and her friends #rickie writes #the afterparty #family drama #murder #foster family #Stephanie #Bret #Alice #Dylan #Elise #Melanie

[kirshimadenkisero]

Mammon x reader hcs (gn! Reader)

Proposal edition

-this man can actually sing really well you can’t change my mind

-and he has a guitar that he can play. I will not accept anything against this statement.

-anyway like what if he finds out that you really like Backstreet Boys

-like y’all are in the human realm and a Backstreet Boys song comes on the radio and you start singing along

-so he memorizes the lyrics to I Want It That Way and figures out how to play it on the guitar

-so one day he’s tuning his guitar in the living room and it’s somehow quiet and all the brothers are there

-all of a sudden he starts playing I want it that way and sings it

-and you join in

-everyone’s staring at you in shock

-when he finishes, he sets down the guitar and stands up

-he starts walking towards you and once he’s in front of you he dropped to one knee and pulled out a box

-he opens it and inside it is a beautiful (favorite stone) ring

-“(Y/N), you truly are my fire. I love you so much, and I want to be with you forever. Will you marry me?”

-When you said yes his face lit up and he started spinning you around

-Everyone was clapping and smiling

-Lucifer was crying

((a/n: i was really tired when i wrote this and was on a backstreet boys craze so dont mind the cringe))

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #omswd #shall we date obey me #obey me mammon #mammon #mammon headcanon #mammon x you #mammon x mc #mammon x reader #mammon x reader fluff #obey me lucifer #lucifer #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me

[randomvarious]

Today's compilation:

Power FM Power Music 1998 Pop / Adult Contemporary / Pop-Rock / Hard Rock / Blues-Rock

Holy hell, folks. Here's something that really exemplifies some of that true, spin-the-wheel, anything-goes, compilation madness. This is a release from EMI's South Korean subsidiary, with an aesthetic that, sure as shit, presents itself as an ephemeral Now That's What I Call Music!-type of affair, but in actuality, is a hybrid slate of about half contemporary mid-to-late 90s hits from the US, UK, and continental Europe, and half a completely inexplicable assortment of songs from both the 70s and early 90s...?!?

So, a bunch of songs on this are good, but having them on the same album is definitely a total head-scratcher; like, Natalie Imbruglia's great radio pop classic, "Torn," and Radiohead's brilliantly dark and cavernous "Exit Music (for a Film)" happen to appear alongside The Knack's irresistibly catchy—and also mind-numbingly stupid—power pop smash, "My Sharona," as well as an over six-and-a-half-minute live version of Thin Lizzy guitarist Gary Moore's "Parisienne Walkways" from 1993???

But the true coup de grace here comes towards the end, and I will tell you all this much: you will *never*, in your life, *ever* be prepared enough to experience anything quite like the transition that takes place on this album between the selections of the sweet piano pop of Lou Reed's "Perfect Day" and the plainly terrible German Eurodance of La Bouche's "You Won't Forget Me." Whoever decided to wreak this havoc should really be working for the CIA or something, because you *thoroughly* fucked my head up with that brief sequence there.

And now, let's spend the rest of this post by...showing some love...to Robyn and her unfairly somewhat forgotten hit, "Show Me Love," which is *not* to be confused with the early 90s diva house jam of the same title by the similarly named Robin S. (it's all a bit confusing, I know).

Every single 90s female pop playlist that's ever been curated has always come with Britney and Christina on it, but someone who's more likely to be missing from those sets is their direct Swedish predecessor, Robyn. Robyn's claim to fame these days is as a global vocal EDM superstar, but in her younger days, she was a teen pop sensation who never really quite caught on in the States. She managed to land a pair of back-to-back top-ten pop hits between 1996 and 1997, but then quickly faded into US obscurity. However, she happened to be produced by the same Swedish teen pop stable—Cheiron Studios—that would soon make Britney into a superstar herself, and they'd also churned out hits for the Backstreet Boys by then as well.

Blond, short-haired Robyn definitely didn't present nearly as sexily as Britney would, and her lyrics weren't as playfully tempting as something like Christina's "Genie in a Bottle" either, but "Show Me Love" was still a terrific late 90s teen pop bop that predated both of those icons' own landmark debuts. And you can totally hear the smacky drum track and rhythm of "Quit Playing Games (With My Heart)," "As Long as You Love Me," and "I Want It That Way" on it too, but I would argue that it actually has a much richer, fuller, and sleeker sound than that trio of enormous Backstreet Boys hits. It has a warm and dubby bassline, great string pads, an ever-so-subtly whistling g-funky synth at certain points, and above all else, an infectiously catchy chorus. Just such an oft-forgotten midtempo pop earworm that deserves way more remembrance than it's received over the years. And same goes for Robyn's other US Hot 100 hit, "Do You Know (What It Takes)," too, by the way.

So, overall, a very strange late 90s South Korean comp here that doesn't actually have any Korean talent on it whatsoever, but is still a fun, yet seemingly very random collection of tunes. And it has one of my absolute favorite teen pop tunes of the late 90s on it too, the ever-underappreciated "Show Me Love," by Robyn.

Highlights:

Natalie Imbruglia - "Torn" Spice Girls - "Say You'll Be There" Radiohead - "Exit Music (for a Film)" The Knack - "My Sharona" Gary Moore - "Parisienne Walkways" Sarah McLachlan - "Building a Mystery" Robbie Williams - "Angels" Lou Reed - "Perfect Day" Robyn - "Show Me Love" Vanessa-Mae - "I'm a Doun"

#pop #adult contemporary #pop rock #rock #hard rock #blues rock #music #70s #70s music #70's #70's music #90s #90s music #90's #90's music #classic rock #classic pop

[rookie-critic]

Rookie-Critic's Film Review Weekend Wrap-Up - Week of 2/20-2/26/2023

-Navalny (2022, dir. Daniel Roher) An incredible documentary covering the assassination attempt on Russian opposition leader Alexei Navalny and the subsequent investigation done into the Russian state's involvement in it. This was a fantastic and very real look into just how far the Russian government is willing to go to make sure that people currently holding the power stay right where they are, which is probably something we all already knew, but now there is undeniable proof of it. Score: 10/10 Currently streaming on HBO Max.

-Magic Mike (2012, dir. Steven Soderbergh) I was really expecting this one to be way more fun than it was, which was a huge bummer. A lot of the acting was fantastic, from Channing Tatum and Alex Pettyfer specifically, but I thought Cody Horn, who plays Tatum's main love interest in the film, was incredibly wooden. Where the film really gets a lot of points is that this does look and feel like a Soderbergh film, which really makes for a visually intriguing experience. The scenes where the strip-dances happen are fun and it was interesting to see the objectification of the male body for a change, but all of the film's actual drama and plot fell pretty flat. For a movie about male strippers, it just seemed to take itself too seriously. Score: 6/10 Currently streaming on HBO Max.

-Magic Mike XXL (2015, dir. Gregory Jacobs) This was everything the first one should have been; just an absolute blast from beginning to end. The side characters from the first film (Joe Manganiello, Matt Bomer, Kevin Nash, Adam Rodriguez) get to take center stage, and they add an infinite amount of charm that was severely missing from MM1. Their camaraderie is so endearing, and cameos from the likes of Donald Glover, Michael Strahan, Andie MacDowell, Elizabeth Banks, and Stephen "tWitch" Boss (R.I.P.) are all welcome and so much fun. The only unnecessary part of the whole film was the Zoe character played by Amber Heard. It was a just a way to shove a new lover interest into the film and it wasn't needed in the slightest. The scene in which Manganiello's character performs a strip-dance, high on molly, to the tune of the Backstreet Boys' "I Want It That Way" in a convenience store to try and get the clerk to smile while the other guys, also stoned out of their minds on molly, cheer him on from outside was worth the entire runtime of the film alone. Score: 8/10 Currently streaming on HBO Max.

-Linoleum (2023, dir. Colin West) This is the first truly phenomenal film of the year. Jim Gaffigan, Rhea Seehorn, Katelyn Nacon, and Gabriel Rush all deliver near perfect performances in this Gondry/Kaufman-esque comedy/drama. I wasn't really sure what to expect going into this one, and it managed to blow my socks off in the best possible way, with a beautiful ending and many wonderful messages and moments throughout. I could consider this a 2022 film, as it premiered at SXSW almost a year ago, and I'm pretty sure it would make my Top 10, but as it didn't see a non-festival limited theatrical release until almost three months into the new year, I'm going to go ahead and consider it for 2023. The bar has been set, and it has been set high. Score: 10/10 Only in theaters on a limited release. Check your local listings to see if there any showtimes near you. FULL REVIEW FOR THIS ONE COMING SOMETIME TOMORROW.

-Old School (2003, dir. Todd Phillips) Before The Hangover, Todd Phillips delivered unto the world Old School, a film which has mostly been remembered for Will Ferrel's ass accompanied with the line "We're going streaking!" Which, to be honest, isn't even kind of the funniest thing in the film and it happens less than 30 minutes in. As is the case with most Todd Phillips films, as well as most comedies in general from the early aughts, there are large aspects of it that have not aged well at all. However, a good chunk of the film is still incredibly funny and reminiscent of the humor that would later make The Hangover such a beloved classic. I admit I had a lot of fun watching this one, and while it wouldn't ever be my first choice for a comedy film recommendation, it is one worth checking out should you be interested in watching it. Score: 7/10 Currently available for rent/purchase on digital (iTunes, Amazon, Vudu, etc.) and on DVD & Blu-ray through Paramount Pictures.

#Navalny #Magic Mike #Magic Mike XXL #Linoleum #Linoleum 2022 #Linoleum 2023 #Old School #Daniel Roher #Alexei Navalny #Stephen Soderbergh #Channing Tatum #Alex Pettyfer #Matthew McConaughey #Joe Manganiello #Matt Bomer #Adam Rodriguez #Kevin Nash #Cody Horn #Riley Keough #Olivia Munn #Gabriel Iglesias #Gregory Jacobs #Amber Heard #Jada Pinkett Smith #Donald Glover #Stephen Boss #tWitch #Stephen “tWitch” Boss #Elizabeth Banks #Andie MacDowell

[eggzandshit]

Hello!

Im quite new to tumblr. I wanted to check it out so here I am.

Heres a little information about me lol.

My name is Jaz and I use she/her pronouns like it says in the bio

I like to draw but I recently havent been drawing a lot because I get easily irritated when im trying to draw.. moving on

I have a violin that I would love to learn to play. I know its gonna be hard but I’ll report more about it in the future if i learn anything. I accidentally broke the E string and it needs to be replaced but I havend had time to do that lol😅

I love being outside (forests mostly) but I usually dont go because im way too lazy to get up from bed but im trying to work on that-

Absolutely LOVE music. Heres a couple of my favorite artists: Justin Timberlake, Rihanna, Bruno Mars, AC/DC, Eminem, Melanie Martinez, Redbone, Queen, Adele, Pitbull, The weekend, Britney Spears, Backstreet Boys, MARINA.

I love watching movies, series. Currently im obsessed with marvel and bbc sherlock.

About my drawing. I was kind of hoping to start posting art on here. So when I have time i’ll work on drawing and I will post it on here so stay tuned for that :)

Have a lovely day!

[mmtions]

Ah! I love your ideas for Eddie!the-most-controlled-and-loving-cook-in-the-universe. :D In the words of the famous chef: "Delicious! Finally some fucking good food!" :D

you know, I really really loved your "ya filthy animals" and just now, it made me think of how many other ways Christopher can be made to be a little gremlin child. one of which could probably be ringtones.

see, perhaps, if one Evan Buckley falls asleep after lunch, it may just be possible for one sneaky gremlin child to take his phone, unluck it via a facial recognition of the Sleeping Beauty and set the ringtone of one particular contact to "you are... my fiiiiiire. my one.... desiiiiire"

and it sure would be a shame if eddie called buck to help him look for his phone later, wouldn't it 😇

I am so sorry for taking a wee bit to answer this anon but please know i am kissing your closed eyelids before you have a nap with a winter breeze coming through the window but also i've made a hot water bottle for you to cuddle up to. ANYWAY. thank you so much for reading and enjoying ya filthy animals, i love little prankster Christopher so much.

i love your idea. concept, execution, perfection. I counter you however that he changes eddie's phone number, and the eddie who exists in my mind is a technophobic goober and has no idea how to change it back. but he can't put his phone on silent because what if there's an emergency. potential ringtones include: as you correctly said, 'I Want It That Way' by The Backstreet Boys; 'My Best Friend' by Tim McGraw (which Christopher only knows about because it's one Eddie's super secret country music playlist); or 'Sex on Fire' by Kigns of Leon (specifically, the chorus. you know the bit i'm talking about). Even better if Christopher sets it only for Buck's ringtone while everyone else is like, iphone default ringtone #4. anyway buck comes over one night and Christopher hides Eddie's phone and Buck offers to help find it. and Eddie looks at Christopher and Christopher looks back at him because they both know what's about to happen.

Anyway one option is that Buck literally does not even notice it's a big deal because my beloved is a himbo made of self-esteem issues. But he is very in tune to Eddie so immediately notices Eddie is very panicked about the ringtone. (Christopher threw it behind the fridge so like...it's playing for a while.) and then Eddie is like "Christopher is going through a pranking phase." Buck replies, "Uh, yes, obviously, there's been clingfilm on your toilet the past three times I've come over. I have PTSD." And Eddie is kind of relieved and says like, "He thinks it's hilarious to make fun of my feelings for you." Buck: "What feelings." Eddie: "My feelings. You know. You-are-my-fire-my-heart's-desire kind of feelings." And Buck did not know but now he does and he tells Christopher to go to his room right now he needs to kiss his dad.

Also Buck admits, to stop Eddie feeling embarrassed, that he has a spotify playlist literally just full of songs that remind him of Eddie - ranging from gorgeous meaningful acoustic tracks to a pop-punk cover of 'Everytime We Touch' by Cascada, at which point Buck is forced to admit that, like, every song reminds him of Eddie.

#asks #anon #please can anons keep delivering fic ideas to me this is like 100% of the fun with 0% of the work

[weebliss]

A Day in My Life

I'll write the things I've done, thought, and felt today as much as I can because today I am happy.

To start, I woke up at exactly 6 am. I read two chapters from the "Second Book of Chronicles" and contemplated on how victorious conquerors like, King David, treated their captives. Those days were barbaric but David, as Jehovah's servant, ordered the captives to build weapons for his army. I also promised myself to research on why is numbering Jehovah's worshippers a detestatble thing for Jehovah. I cannot understand that part well, so if I had data I'll look it up.

After that, I charged my phone took a bath, and skinned my legs ( I have five red spots of clot on my right leg, at least by now I know the razor is sharp hehe). I ate a hearty breakfast of vegetables and fish stew. I wore a pink blouse and a gray skirt today. I went to KH and found it was still close, so I head to Ate Ayan's only to find a miserable Ate Shee Ann worrying about her daughter because Kaye left the house. After  petting Moshi, talking nonsense to Leonard (Ate Shee Ann's baby), and sharing rebel stories with Judy, Kaye was found by his father and off they went home.

The crisis was solved and it was 9 am when our group decided to preach at Homewood (name of an inn, we preached at the surrounding neighbourhood there). Talked to Aileen about the future and promised to talk about the reasons why we suffer today once I happen to drop by at their place.. I was quite distracted with my company because they were planning to go to Kuya Lino's farm to harvest fruits. By 10 am, we left the place and I headed home because I cannot imagine myself going to Bukidnon wearing a skirt to reap fruits and besides I got a lot of recording to do.

I bought a kilo of rambutans as I went home and ate them together with my mother, who was busy washing our clothes. It was 11 am. We argued between going to Bukidnon or not but in the end we decided to stay at home because we were tired of thinking about it. We ate canned tuna which my brother bought for lunch. After that, my mom cleared the table and I put all my papers on top of it including my old laptop, my purple highlighter, and my pink flexy ruler. I tuned in to "Mellow Touch" and began working. I dozed by 12:30 pm woke up by 1:10 pm because I forgot to reset my alarm. I continued working until 5 pm. What I like about recording scores is that I can do it 'semi-consciously'. I do not have to think hard and I still have enough brain cells to decipher the lyrics of love songs played on the radio. I found a song which perked my intetest. It talked about owning the consequences of your decisions and stop apologizing about them because after all, you wanted the things or events that had happened and that song about letting it all be because both of you learned to live without each other for a long time so why not make it forever? Do not rekindle the spark anymore, both of you are still alive and breathing anyway? Also you know, I love songs from 90s boy bands so, the Backstreet Boys' singing "I Want It That Way" was a fun distraction. You know, I love listening to the radio because you'll never know what song will be played next. Good ol' stuff. Good ol' stuff. Hehe.

By 5pm, my mom and I went to Gaisano to eat doughnuts. My brother was craving for them, so we went there. I ordered tuna bunwich and hot choco while mom got herself two raspberry-filled doughnuts (ulk) and hot choco. We sat at our spot and the best part was we did not have seatmates! Ahahaha. We ate silently and stared into space. We were both zoning out and it was okay. I was busy rereading the first chapter of "Sense and Sensibility" by Jane Austen because I have trouble adjusting to Austen's writing style. After a couple of pages, I talked to my mom and took some mundane pictures. We bought doughnuts for my brother before we left. We were caught up by heavy rain and half of our bodies were soaked. We had to wade through the dirty floodwater to get home but anyway, we had fun hehe was quite worried about my legs because I scraped them and they were exposed to dirty water. I needed to wash my feet thoroughly. I forgave the rain because I was on my bed with four pillows and two blankets rewatching "Bridgette Jone's Diary". I ate dinner in between (dinner was boiled eggplant, fried fish, and canned tuna leftover). I finished the movie and went to tutor my neighborhood kids but it was already 8 pm and their house was dark, so I went home and typed how my day - - today- - went.

For what reason? Because I was wondering if I'll ever find somebody whom I will be comfortable doing those things with. You see, I want to be left alone most of the time and I thrive on enjoying simple moments. I seldom talk and I stay inside my head most of the time. I do not want to be entertained because I seldom get bored, so I treat people like that too. I just leave them on their own because I'm not good at entertaining people anyway.

That's all. This is waaaay too detailed and personal I know. I need to tone this down if I'll ever post this on social media.

#23

[bargainsnahas]

Singstar songs list ps2

#Singstar songs list ps2 mod

#Singstar songs list ps2 pro

#Singstar songs list ps2 code

The Australian edition features a radically revamped track list. Be sure to check out last week’s blog post from Jennifer Clark, Director, Product Publicity for more information including dates, times and locations. SingStar Amped is coming down under, but its in a very different form to the SingStar Amped that launched in the States last year. SCEA's SingStar Country delivers 30 hit songs from today's newest and hottest country artists including, Rascal Flatts, Keith Urban, Taylor Swift, Faith Hill and more. Starting Monday, SingStar Dance will be featured as part of a line-up of PlayStation Move titles featured in our “PlayStation HQ” locations and PlayStation Move Mall Tour locations in San Francisco, New York, Los Angeles, Atlanta, Houston, Washington DC, and Chicago. You can also be one of the first to play SingStar Dance and check out the new track list before we launch.

#Singstar songs list ps2 mod

Then use webMAN MOD mountps2 feature tutorial found here TUTMounting PS2 SingStar on PS3 using webMAN MOD mountps2 feature PSX-Place (. Then insert every other decrypted Singstar PAK file into this Singstar Pop PAK file.

#Singstar songs list ps2 code

Starting in early November, you’ll be able to grab a microphone or a PlayStation Move motion controller, choose your song, and then do your thing! So, ‘What You Waiting For’? Make sure to put SingStar Dance on your holiday wish list today! In theory you take Singstar Pop PS2 disc and find the encryption code and crack open PAK files. The Backstreet Boys – Everybody (Backstreet’s Back) Playlist do game Singstar '80s para Sony PlayStation 2.Visite o mais novo portal de games brasileiro: brasileiro com banco de dados compl.Run DMC vs Jason Nevins – It’s Like That.Pitbull – I Know You Want Me (Calle Ocho).KC & The Sunshine Band – That’s The Way (I Like It).Gossip – Standing In The Way Of Control.Diana Ross and The Supremes – Baby Love.Cyndi Lauper – Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.

#Singstar songs list ps2 pro

Through accessible choreography coupled with the accuracy and precision of the Playstation Move motion controller, you will be dancing like a pro in no time! You will be able get your groove on with the Jackson 5, ‘Crank That’ along with Soulja Boy, and show your friends your best ‘Poker Face’ with Lady Gaga, if you’re up to the challenge. Hi everyone! I am very pleased that we are finally able to share with you what you’ve all been waiting for, the reveal of the SingStar Dance track list! We have carefully selected everything from classic tunes to modern hip hop jams to be included in SingStar Dance to ensure that there is a little something for everyone.

#Singstar songs list ps2

[scottymcgeesterwrites]

Music Without Lyrics

I’m going to make a sweeping generalization here and I don’t care.  All of ya’ll were fucking brutal and unforgiving when it came to music tastes. 

If you were someone like me who did not have conventional music tastes while being in middle school, high school, or even college, people shat on you. They made sure you knew you were fucking weird.  My high school biology teacher told us that we are very sensitive about our sense of taste, smell, and hearing because they are closely tied to our emotions. People tend to feel very strongly about them because we associate them with fond memories. The smell of your grandmother’s cooking, the oldies music your uncle listened to, the taste of a Coke with sugar cane on a hot summer day.  While people will ceaselessly argue about pineapple on pizza, I personally experienced fiercer arguments over what is considered “good music”. I always had a need to hide my taste in music from the world for the longest time. I grew up loving movie scores, aka - soundtracks. I came from a time when if I wanted to listen to a piece of music from a movie or video game again, like the end credits, I got my TalkBoy out and recorded the music on a cassette tape through the TV speaker. You couldn’t just find your favorite song on YouTube or Spotify and listen to it endlessly on repeat with the click of a button. I had to fucking rewind that shit. And if someone, like my mom, interrupted the recording then I cursed out loud and recorded from the top again. The artists I grew up with were John Williams, Danny Elfman, Elmer Bernstein, Lalo Schifrin, John Barry, David Arnold, John Powell, Koji Kondo - most of whom sound alien to you. I never once had an interest in Linkin Park, My Chemical Romance, Backstreet Boys, Fall Out Boy, or literally anything that everyone else I knew listened to at the time.  To this day, I still don’t quite understand why I became that way. I was always a movie fan, even before I could form a proper sentence. It’s possible that I associated many fond memories with movie soundtracks. You know how people can recite the entire dialogue to their favorite movie? I could also recite the music that played throughout the entire movie in my head. I have strong memories of when I became fascinated with film scores. They were particularly strong during long car rides. My parents had a van with a TV in the middle that could play VHS tapes. I would constantly rewind the end credits to Batman, Star Wars, Jurassic Park, James Bond, etc. so that I could listen to the music again. Listening to soundtracks was what fueled my imagination to write stories. As the music went along, so did an impromptu story in my head. I’d imagine a fight scene or romantic moment or mysterious murder. Oftentimes, the stories I wrote ended up being similar to the movie whose score I was listening to, but overall that was how I got serious about writing. A single track from a movie score could take me through a million emotions, as it depicted a scene that was happy one moment and then sad the next as someone gets shot on screen after a kiss and you think everything is going to be all right for the characters. I think because I grew up with a strong attachment to instrumental music, I thought it sounded cheesy, maybe even wrong on some level, to sing about your emotions with words. There were many other nuanced emotions I found with instrumental music that made me feel more alive than with the pop songs at the time. To me, anything else with vocals and lyrics was a “pop song”. Everyone argued about whether rock was dead and this and that and the other thing. It was all Greek to me. Whenever I heard popular music my friends listened to, I cringed and tuned out. It really turned me off. Maybe on some level I thought it was not artistic to be so obvious about your feelings? I have no idea. I was just not into it for the longest damn time. Sometimes when a song had a banger instrumental opening I would be like “Oh man this is great”, but then the person started singing and I’d be immediately turned off like “Okay, you killed it. Shut up.” My own mother found that strange and annoying. This one time when I was a kid, after buying me yet another movie soundtrack on CD, she said, “Why don’t you listen to normal music? Maybe music with words?” It’s important to note that it wasn’t like I was shouting “Turn off that racket!” whenever someone turned on a rap song or rock song or pop song. There was music with lyrics that I did listen to once and a while, though rarely. The first band that I could bear listening to was Franz Ferdinand, back when I was in high school. They still remain my favorite band. For some reason, I have no inclination to skip any of their songs and can bear listening to an entire album. I hated it when I would like one song in an album but then hated literally every other song the band ever made. That wasn’t the case with Franz Ferdinand. 

Whenever someone asked me what music I liked, I said, “Oh I like a little bit of everything”. In reality, I was sweating my balls off hoping they wouldn’t grill me about band names or band members. I dared not say “classical” for fear of being labeled as boring. I knew a couple kids who listened to classical music and they were endlessly made fun of. I didn’t want to be seen as “prep”. I just wanted to be me. People didn’t get film scores like I did, and they immediately assumed it was akin to “classical music”. It’s much more difficult to describe than just that. It was extremely alienating growing up with even the nerds thinking you are weird because of your music tastes (all the nerds in my time were listening to stuff like Coheed and Cambria). Soundtracks are difficult to classify, even film scores in general. You can’t really call film score or movie soundtracks a genre because they can encompass an infinite range of genres. John Williams is often cited as the most popular and legendary film composer, but he strictly does orchestra work. As much as I love John Williams, I’m not always in the mood to listen to Star Wars or Indiana Jones. There is so much more to listen to! There are the progressive rock undertones of Nobuo Uematsu’s scores to Final Fantasy video games. John Powell’s drum and bass tracks that were popular in early 2000′s action movies. The early 60′s jazz tunes to popular spy shows and films like James Bond, Peter Gunn, and Mission: Impossible. Danny Elfman’s creepy music for a darkened theater. A score could have a hip-hop/pop-ish beat for the movie’s opening titles but then have a track further down that sounds full-on metal (see Powell’s The Italian Job), and I equally loved both. So it was virtually impossible to try and explain what music I liked.  Simply put, once someone started singing, then I cringed and died a little on the inside. For the most part, at least. I shied away from talking about music with people because everyone reacted so violently and pompously about it. I will never forget reactions people had to me finding out about a piece of popular music I did like. I once listened to the Tomb Raider score and then the album. Usually a movie releases two CDs - the score (which features the instrumentals) and the album (which features popular music that was either featured in the movie or that the movie was inspired by). I asked someone if they heard of “Where’s Your Head At?” by Basement Jaxx. They looked at me with utter disgust, like I had just vomited everywhere on the floor, and said, “That song is sooooo old! That was like three years ago!” We were in middle school, mind you. I hated that people treated life as if they were 80 years old. Calm down. You were probably still hugging a binkie when this song came out. Or the time someone said I was living under a rock for not knowing who Mumford & Sons were.  Or being told “What the fuck is wrong with you?” when I didn’t know who Kings of Leon were. Or the looks I got when I didn’t know who Chester Bennington was and why everyone mourned him.

Music was (and might still be, I don’t know what the kids say these days) closely tied to your lot in life in school. People made sweeping judgments across the board about what kind of person you were based on what music you liked, and they said it to your face. One time at my old job someone asked me what music I liked. I was still in that phase of being deathly afraid to share the truth, so I said, “Classic rock.” He nodded his head and then said things like he knew the kind of person I was and that he liked classic rock too and that we should hang out sometime and I instantly regretted my little white lie like, “Oh God, why did I say that?” Everyone treats everything with an absolute certainty. I don’t fucking know, man! I think some classic rocks are great, and others I don’t care about. 

A long time ago, this one girl I met told new friends to make her a CD with songs that meant something to them or described their life. Something like that. I wanted to impress her. I was on the verge of admitting my total love for film scores, but then I panicked. “I don’t want her to think I’m a loser, or that I’m boring,” I thought. “But I should also show her the truth. But how much of the truth? Maybe just 50 percent. No, wait, 70 percent?” I overthought my choices and created what was probably the worst fucking playlist I ever made that ended up not being anywhere close to how I wanted to express myself. She never mentioned it after I handed it to her, and I dared never to bring it up.

The anxiety over sharing music tastes was that real for me.

Then somewhere down the line, I don’t really know when exactly, I stopped caring. In fact, the last time someone ever asked me what music I listened to, I told the truth. He said, “Oh nice! I listen to music soundtracks too.” 

I beamed. Really??? A fellow music soundtrack lover??? I said, “Oh cool! Which ones?”

“Hans Zimmer!”

Ugh.  UGH.

Okay. 

So. 

I have a thing about Hans Zimmer. When you tell me that your favorite film music composer is Hans Zimmer I instantly know you haven’t really listened to film music. 

I don’t hate the guy. He’s perfectly humble and nice. But I hate how he dominated the industry and everything nowadays has to sound like Inception with motifs that are like three or four notes long repeating over and over. And people call it profound. Hans Zimmer is basically the modern art of music. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, as Seinfeld would say, but...you know...Eh.

Later that day, I was pissing in the urinal and thought about that interaction and laughed my ass off.

I did the thing too! I judged someone based on their taste in music! I can never really be happy, can I? Anyway.  I’d like to rescind the previous CD I made for that girl years ago. It doesn’t really matter now, but after years of being afraid to share my tastes in music I feel like I should be free once and for all. Like any good movie soundtrack, there really should be two CDs - the album and the score. So I will follow that format. As I alluded to before, these music with vocals are the only popular songs I ever really liked in my whole life. I was still afraid to share them with people because I’d be afraid of judgmental responses like “Oh that’s SO overrated!” or “Oh so your an X kinda guy. I see.” But these songs with lyrics did speak to me, deep in what I believed in and what I felt. And the following pieces of music scores really tugged at me.

Eddie Francisco - The Album

The Fallen - Franz Ferdinand Then The Morning Comes - Smash Mouth Walkin’ on the Sun - Smash Mouth You Get What You Give - New Radicals 99 Red Balloons - Goldfinger Get It Right the First Time - Billy Joel Summer Wind - Frank Sinatra Beyond the Sea - Bobby Darin Wake Up - Rage Against the Machine Madder - Groove Armada You Could Have it So Much Better - Franz Ferdinand You Know My Name - Chris Cornell Live and Let Die - Paul McCartney and Wings Wake Up, Get Up, Get Out There - Lyn Inaizumi Uptown Funk - Mark Ronson ft. Bruno Mars Sinnerman - Nina Simone Scenes from an Italian Restaurant - Billy Joel The Boys of Summer - Don Henley With The Stars and Us (Hoshi to Bokura to) - Lyn Inaizumi

Eddie Francisco - The Score The Entertainer - Scott Joplin Lupin the Third - Yuji Ohno Main Title - Lalo Schifrin (Dirty Harry) Playing House - John Powell (Mr. and Mrs. Smith) Looking for “Job” - Danny Elfman (Mission: Impossible) Pudding Brains - Murray Gold (Doctor Who Series 8) William Tell Overture (Finale) - Gioachino Rossini  Hog Chase Pt. 1 and Pt. 2 - John Powell (Paycheck) Bull Run - John Powell (Knight and Day) On Her Majesty’s Secret Service - John Barry (On Her Majesty’s Secret Service) Back to Mi6 - Hans Zimmer (No Time to Die) Backseat Driver - David Arnold (Tomorrow Never Dies) Iced Inc. - David Arnold (Die Another Day) The New Plan - John Powell (The Italian Job) Tunnel Run - John Powell (The Italian Job) Bim Bam Smash - John Powell (The Bourne Supremacy) The James Bond Theme (End Titles) - David Arnold (The World is Not Enough) Epilogue - Justin Hurwitz (La La Land)  The End - Justin Hurwitz (La La Land) Mia and Sebastian’s Theme (Celesta) - Justin Hurwitz (La La Land)

#music #lyrics #songs #love #onlife #life #film #film music #danny elfman #john williams #john powell #soundtrack #movie soundtrack #la la land #james bond #david arnold #hans zimmer

[morgana-ren]

Sometimes I really do be thinkin’ about bein’ the new member of the League. Like you’re useful and your quirk is powerful so Shigaraki wants to keep you around, but oh my God do you have an attitude. Like you’ll do what he wants you to eventually but you’re always going to complain or throw him a lil’ attitude first. 

So like one day, he tells you it’s your turn to go to the store and as expected, you give him flack. You do it, but you’re rollin’ your eyes and just bein’ an impudent little bitch and what not. As you’re leaving, Dabi makes an offhanded comment that gives Tomura a far-fetched idea. 

‘Christ, it would take a world class brat wrangler to tame that little bitch.’

Maybe that’s exactly what you need. 

So later that night, it’s late. Really late. Only you and Tomura are awake at this point. He’s used to operating on little to no sleep, but he knows you turn into a cranky little thing when you have to wake up early. He tells you to go to bed, and you blatantly refuse. He tells you again, and you look him dead in the eye and go 

“You’re not my dad.”

He sighs, pushing himself up from his chair, and you think that you’ve probably worn him down today and he’s going to go sleep off your poison. What you don’t expect is for him to appear directly behind your bar stool, threading one hand through your hair to the roots and fisting it to yank your head back, arching your spine as you’re forced to look up at him. 

“I don’t remember asking for your fucking opinion every time I give you an order. I’m the boss around here, and you will do as I say, brat.”

You’re flustered as hell, but he knows it’s not going to be as easy as this. You so much as open your lips to retort and he’s going to slam you over the counter and bend you, keeping total control with the hand firmly planted in your hair. His other hand occupies itself by shoving two of his long ass fingers inside your mouth as he kicks the stool you were sitting on out of the way. Anytime you try to make a single sound, he’s going to push his fingers further and further back until they’re padding near the entrance to your throat and you’re drooling all over him. 

“I might not be your father, but clearly you need a strong figure to teach you some manners. If it has to be me, so be it. But you will learn to take orders and shut that pretty little mouth of yours until I tell you I want it open. Do you understand?” 

You’ll nod, because it’s the only option he gives you. With your acceptance of the situation, he’ll remove his fingers and wipe your gratuitous slobber on your cheek. The press of his pelvis against your ass has got your hips squirming and you’re more than a lil’ certain you can feel what he’s packin’, but if you think he’s going to address it right now, you’ve got another thing coming, and it’s definitely not you. 

“Now be a good girl and do what I tell you to. Go to bed.”

And just as quickly as he was on you, he’s gone. You’re left dumbfounded, confused, and aroused all at once cause no one has had the balls to take control of you like that before, let alone your fucking boss who you could have sworn didn’t even know what sex was. Apparently there’s a side to him you didn’t know; apparently there’s a side to yourself you didn’t either. But if he wants your obedience, he’s going to have to earn it. 

The thing about brat taming? You’re not much of a brat at all if all it takes is once.

#Shigaraki x reader #nsft #head empty no responsibilities only fed up brat tamer shigaraki #pls do not mistake this for any form of quality #i literally word vomited this out to avoid cleaning my apartment #i kno i write him so so ooc but listen my head needs a fucking CRUMB of serotonin #and if it comes in the form of dressing him up as a mean dom so be it #when will i learn to shut the fuck up? #since shigaraki isn't here to manhandle me into doing it: never #more realistically he'd just go 'can you please just do as i say even once we are a TEAM and why are you here if you don't believe' #but idc #'backstreet boys tune plays: i want it this way' #everyday my head struggles with what I WANT and how he'd actually do things #too bad #he fictional #I am the captain now