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squishlordkiwi · 11 months

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Did a 15+ hour road trip with my fam twice a little ago and I drove a good chunk of it. Used AA/DGS music to keep me awake bc music psych is a blessing sometimes. Anyway, just a roundabout way to say, I have discovered some fun things in the music that made me 👀👀👀 Idk if anyone else has noticed any of it (and I will say I have minimal music theory knowledge but I'm an English major with the tendency to read into symbolism way too much), but feel to keep reading if you're interested! Spoilers for DGS2 are in here, fair warning!

I'll try and include links to the songs when I can! It'll probably be a mix of Spotify and YouTube hyperlinks so bear with me. Fair warning, this is super long because I decided to cram everything in one post oops lmao

The Funky Time Signature

The first thing I really ever noticed was that Sholmes' "Dance of Deduction"s were weird in terms of keeping beat. It's not in common time aka 4/4 aka 8-count; I think it's in 7/8 time (so you count 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 etc. etc.) which is a struggle to maintain counting since people are so used to 3, 4, and 8-counts.

Dance of Deduction - Type A

I found sheet music for easier counting! It says it's in 7/4: https://youtu.be/51vTmoQzwI8

Originally, I thought it was just because he's Weird and Silly™, but I ended up listening to "Partners - The game is afoot" which plays when Sholmes and Yuujin are on the S.S. Grouse trying to deduce where Jigoku is.

Partners - The game is afoot!

This one is surprisingly in 4/4 aka common time (you count 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 etc. etc. [though I have seen sheets put it in 12/8, which is close-ish, but it still has an even counting pattern WHICH IS WHAT MATTERS]). So in actuality, Shomles' Dance of Deductions aren't in a weird time signature because he's our favorite eccentric boy (okay, it might be part that too); it's because he's missing his partner after he left and investigating never felt quite right without him. Once he and Yuujin get to investigate together again, he's whole and happy. And it's just so fucking gay I can't.

Harpsichord

The big thing I noticed while I was driving (because there was nothing else interesting on the road) was the use of harpsichords in certain Londoner themes, specifically Stronghart, van Zieks, Iris, and Kazuma's prosecutor theme, as well as some of the final songs during 2-4&5.

If you don't know, this is what a harpsichord sounds like! Yes, I know I'm a nerd for being able to pick it out and name it while driving lmao

You can hear it a lot in Stronghart's theme, specifically around 0:38-0:49 (it's pretty in the background so you kinda have to strain your ears but it's there), but it's also pretty present throughout his theme.

Lord Chief Justice Stronghart - Time-Keeper of the Law

There's also a lot of it in van Zieks' theme as well; it's right off the bat and it's one of the prominent instruments throughout the piece.

Barok van Zieks - The Reaper of the Bailey

You have to really be listening for it, but it pops up occasionally in Iris' theme as well! You kinda have to strain your ears during 0:16-0:30 to hear it, but it's definitely there. It's more hidden compared to van Zieks'.

Iris Wilson - Young Biographer

I know Kazuma is Japanese, however, since he became a prosecutor in Britain, it still counts and it makes more sense once I tell you why it's all related (if you haven't guessed yet). ANYWAY, his theme also has a lot of harpsichord in it, even in the parts that were from his original theme.

A Prosecutor, Reborn

This could all just be a stylistic choice too, but do you see it yet? All the people who correspond with these themes are directly related to the Professor killings. van Zieks and Kazuma have the most prominent because we know by 2-4 the obvious connections they both hold. Iris and Stronghart's are more in the background since both of their involvements are big reveal-type deals by the end of the game.

Bonus points: the actual theme that plays when anything related to the Professor is mentioned also has some background harpsichord to connect it all.

The Professor - A Spectre Revived

I will note that I didn't notice anything in Gregson's theme, even though he played a big part in the false conviction. Courtney Sythe's theme also has some harpsichord, but I can't remember how she's related to it other than the fact that she helped with the autopsy (which probably means I should replay the games again lol).

Other game music that proves the connection:

Enoch Drebber - Rondo of Science and Magic

The Great Gateway to the Truth

The Prison Warders

The Great Closed Trial - Court is Now in Session

Reminiscences - The Fruits of Ambition

Others I probably completely missed

A Prosecutor, Reborn

Speaking of Kazuma's prosecutor theme, one of the really cool things about its composition is the warring back and forth between itself. It starts with the completely new theme, blending his usual string accompaniment with drums/cymbals, singular bell tolls, and harpsichord. When it gets to around 0:47, you hear the bells and then it switches back to his original theme from Adventures, though it's a lot grander now and lacking a lot of the traditional Japanese elements it once had.

A Prosecutor, Reborn

Kazuma Asougi - Samurai on a Mission

And it bounces back and forth like that until the end of the song, the bells signifying the shifting. It goes to show this internal struggle Kazuma is having between finding the truth even if it's something he won't like (his original theme) and following his emotions to falsely convict van Zieks as revenge (the beginning chunk of his prosecutor theme).

I also think it's interesting how dominating the harpsichord is, again especially over the chunks of his original theme from Adventures. In connection to it being related to the Professor, aside from the obvious connection to his father, it also shows how much influence and manipulation Stronghart had over him, with him being the BBEG.

Siblings

One of my favorite things I noticed was Susato and Kazuma's connections through themes, though not the one you're thinking. Kazuma's official theme I'm sure has a few connections to Susato's (but I haven't listened closely enough to hear them), however I really noticed how intertwined the two were when I listened to Kazuma's unused theme they provided in Chronicles.

Susato Mikotoba - A New Bloom in the New World

Kazuma Asougi (Unused)

Many of the same instruments are used, as well as note and chord progressions. They have the same peaceful/serene vibes too, which is understandable in why Kazuma's was scrapped (even if I do like it a lot). But if this ended up being Kazuma's actual theme, I would've noticed the familial relationship they share instead of my initial thoughts of it purely just being professional.

That's all I've really noticed for now, but I'm sure I'll come across more things as I listen to the soundtrack to study. I will, however, shut up now and let you get back with you day/night/whatever time of day it is for you because this is getting l o n g. If you did read this far, thank you for indulging me and listening to me be a complete nerd ^w^ And definitely feel free to share your thoughts too; I love talking about this stuff if you couldn't tell!

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shilohsylvanian · 2 months

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Happy World Frog Day! Here are the Bullrush Frogs and a bit of info dump about them <3

They were first released in 1991 for the UK and then re-released in 2001. So there are Tomy and Flair versions, as well as a release in the US, which has slightly different clothes and sitting/crawling twins. The Tomy clothes for them are similar to the Urban Life era, being a bit fancier. Official Bios (this one cracks me up):

FATHER WALTER BULLRUSH is known for being very, very lazy, but this is not really true. If Walter likes to do something, he will put all his limited energies into it. He will always be ready to drive the Country Bus for instance, he will even get up early in the morning if you need a driver. Fishing, of course, is his main love, that is, dangling a hook in the water. He does not like to catch anything because if he did, he would have to then find something else to do. Walter has found that by singing at the top of his croaky voice he can frighten all the fish away! His singing also frightens everyone else away, so he spends many a happy, uninterrupted afternoon on the riverbank singing and sunning himself.

MOTHER LYDIA BULLRUSH, unlike her darling husband, is always working and working very hard. She runs a beautifully spotless house and cares for her husband and four children, and that full time job is only a small part of her busy life. Lydia has a passion for wicker work, whether it is making baskets, hats or mats, her workmanship is imacculate and very artistic. Collecting bulrushes, dying them bright colours before leaving them to dry in the summer sun is the only job she gets any help with. Algy, her oldest son, enjoys the summer afternoons down by the river helping his mother whilst she enjoys teaching him to weave.

BROTHER ALGERNON BULLRUSH hates his full name, so everyone calls him Algy, even his mother who does not like nicknames and only does so, because it pleases her wonderful son. Algy, like his mother, has a passion for weaving, but unlike his mother he prefers to create impractical items like wall hangings. He claims these items he creates are art, not picture art like in art class at school, but abstract art where the shapes and colours portray the meaning and message. Lily his sister says he gets these strange ideas from reading too many stuffy books.

SISTER LILY BULLRUSH loves to sing and unlike her father has a beautiful voice. Because she is a little shy she does most of her practising down by the river where everyone avoids going because of her fathers singing. She originally wanted to be a pop star but now wants to be an opera singer because people go to see the opera all the time. Pop singers only have concerts when they have a record in the charts. Ottilee Marmalade is also giving Lily tips on how to be more confident, hoping she will overcome her shyness.

BABY BROTHER MOSES BULLRUSH must be about the only little boy in Sylvania who loves having baths. He spends hours and hours in the bath playing with his rubber duck and other bath-time toys. If only Lydia or Walter had more time, he would spend all day playing and splashing around in the tub.

BABY SISTER IRIS BULLRUSH must be one of the cleanest little children in Sylvania, because she just hates having baths, so therefore never gets dirty. When ever it is her turn to have a bath, she just cries and cries, then bawls her eyes out and splashes about until her parents get her out of the bath. Bath-time in the Bullrush household is always rather nerve racking!

*having trouble finding official photos so here is one from Sylvanian Store Keepers and the rest are my family who dont have the right clothes lol

<3 In my town Mr. and Mrs Bullrush are renamed Sunnypatch and they are co-mayors of Sunnypatch Gardens.

#frogs #sylvanian families #calico critters #world frog day #toys #toy collector #toy blog #bullrush frogs #infodump #toy photography #shilohscollection

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reareaotaku · 3 months

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Masterlist III

Updated: May 18, 2024 [4:05 AM CDT] *= Slightly NSFW/NSFW Masterlist I Masterlist II

I Am Not Okay with This

Stanley Barber

Stanley Barber Headcanons Late Night Calls Backseat Driving*

Stranger Things

Mike Wheeler

My Sweet Valentine I Loathe You [Mike's POV]* Mike Wheeler & Jane 'Eleven' Hopper Headcanons Jealous Mike Wheeler Headcanons Brother's Best Friend*

Lucas Sinclair

My Sweet Valentine

Jane 'Eleven' Hopper

My Sweet Valentine Mike Wheeler & Jane 'Eleven' Hopper Headcanons

Maxine 'Max' Mayfield

My Sweet Valentine

Billy Hargrove

My Sweet Valentine

Steve 'The Hair' Harrington

My Sweet Valentine Mean Little Boy I'm in Love with You

Nancy Wheeler

My Sweet Valentine Nancy Wheeler & Robin Buckley Headcanons

Robin Buckley

My Sweet Valentine Nancy Wheeler & Robin Buckley Headcanons

Johnathan Byers

Johnathan Byers Headcanons

Richie Tozier

Richie Tozier Headcanons

Karate Kid

Daniel Larusso

Daniel Larusso Headcanons*

The Umbrella Academy

Five Hargreeves

I Can't Lose You Sick Reader

The Goldfinch

Boris Pavlikovsky

Run Away Boris NSFW Headcanons* Injured Reader Mean! Boris Headcanons You're so Drunk*

Theodore 'Theo' Decker

Run Away Theo Decker Headcanons

Celebrities/Influencers

Matt Sturniolo

Matt Headcanons

Blue Beetle

Jaime 'Blue Beetle' Reyes

Jaime 'Blue Beetle' Reyes Headcanons

The Turning

Miles Fairchild

Miles Fairchild SFW/NSFW Headcanons* No Where 2 Run* Reader is Sick School is a Bore [PT 2 of School Girls] Made into a Woman* [Pt 3 of School Girls & School is a Bore] She's the Only Girl I wanna Love* [Pt 2 of Mary is the Girl that I wanna Fuck] Soft Schoolboy Headcanons Maid of the Rich Kind Nanny! Reader*

Ben 10

Ben Tennyson

Yandere! Ben Tennyson Headcanons

Clone High

I Am Not a Clone Series

Where the Fuck am I? [Part 1]

Fear Street

Christine 'Ziggy' Berman

Christine 'Ziggy' Berman Headcanons

Nick Goode

Nick Goode Headcanons

Rick & Morty

Morty Smith

Morth Smith Headcanons

Scooby Doo

Fred Jones

Fred Jones Headcanons

Corpse Bride

Emily the Corpse Bride

Yandere! Emily Headcanons

Young Sheldon

Georgie Cooper

Georgie Cooper Headcanons

When You Finish Saving the World

Ziggy Katz

Yandere! Ziggy Katz Headcanons Jealous! Headcanons

We Are Who We Are

Fraser Wilson

Fraser Wilson Headcanons

Shazam

Freddy Freeman

Freddy Freeman Headcanons

Game of Thrones

Daenerys Targeryan

Male! Daenerys Targeryan Headcanons

Ghostbusters

Trevor Spengler

Jealous Headcanons

Don’t Tell a Soul

Joey

Joey Headcanons

Diary of a Wimpy Kid

Rodrick Heffley

Crazy Party

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

I Don't Love You Singing my Love [Pt 2 of I Don't Love You] I Know You Got Issues & I Do Too [Male! Wednesday Addams] Male Wednesday Headcanons +drabble

Spiderman

Gwen Stacy

Gwen Stacy Headcanons

Scream

Stu Macher

Stu Macher Headcanons*

Batman

Dick 'Richard' Grayson

Save Me, Baby

Damian Wayne

Superboy vs Robin Damian Wayne Headcanons Love in High Places [Pt 2 of Superboy vs Robin]

Barbara 'Batgirl' Gordon

Barbara Gordon Headcanons

Superman

Jon Kent

Superboy vs Robin Love in High Places [Pt 2 of Superboy vs Robin]

Lolirock

Iris

Genderbend Iris Headcanons

Shrek

Arthur Pendragon

Arthur Pendragon Headcanons

Kim Possible

Schoolboy Crush

#masterlist #masterlist iii

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sprirave · 1 month

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04:54.

✪ | Teen!Dean Winchester x Reader.

\❦\ Summary : You're Dean's bestfriend since birth and as you two grew up, you always stuck around each other, so when he started hunting you always went with him, the passenger seat reserved just for you. Spending so much time with him lend you to grow some feelings for him, but you're always uncertain about him reciprocating.Maybe the day that something will change finally came.

!!! Warnings : None, it's my first fanfic ever, there's just a kiss, it's kinda fluff, just indulging fantasy, it's a slight scribble, my first little written post here on Tumblr, and since I'm new, if you read this you could leave a comment or something, maybe even some advices<3, I'm thinking about writing a few more scenarios maybe even start a series about Teen!Dean. Thank you so much love. Have a good reading, indulge! Stay frosty!

S.K.✮⋆˙

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4:54.

Dean liked that time of the morning, sometimes, when the sun shined brighter than the usual, pouring into the motel room from the half closed curtains, falling over the bed and wrapping everything in a warm yellow hue.

He liked getting up early on those days, carefully laying your head, nuzzled into his chest, back on the pillow and slipping out of the creaky wooden bed, as silent as possible in order to not wake you up.

He'd get clean, shower, shave, exercise a bit and scribble down a few notes for the day, make a few calls to Sammy bored at home, whining about how he wants to come hunting with you and him on the next case.

Dean comes to a stop when he catches a glimpse of your asleep face, how you shine under the sun directly falling over you, peaceful and quiet.

You two met back when you were little, he was a boyish kid, sprayed with strong freckles in the summer and a big grin with missing teeth. He shoved you off the swing on a random afternoon at the kids park, and when you started crying he helped you up, gave you one of his random car toy and declared himself to be your bestfriend.

After that day he took really seriously his job, always bringing you silly stuff , then school came in, and you did everything together, homework, group projects, playing out, everything really, where Dean was, y/n was too.

You discovered his parents shady work soon enough, on a winter evening, when John came back home covered in blood.

You learnt the way, holding onto Dean hands, taking steps together, as much to John's disdain, you learnt the hunter way, and Dean always defended you whenever John came up with stupid shit against you.

He never left you behind, always bringing you to hunt with him, always having your back, and you in the meanwhile...fell.

"Y/n..."He called out your name and you stirred up with a slight groan, dragged out of your sleep, eyes slowly blinking open as you searched for Dean.

Who can you blame? Dean is so easy to love, and you have him around you all of the time.

"When did you left the bed?" you mumbled, eyebrows furrowing, sitting up and giving yourself a moment to get aware of your surroundings, but immediately leaning onto his hand as he combed his fingers through your messy hair, chuckling just slightly.

Maybe you're misunderstanding these affectionate gestures, maybe he's just being platonic, just your bestfriend since birth, maybe he doesn't like you back.

"Didn't wanted to wake up, it was too early."

Yet he always manages to makes you feel that familiar warmth in your guts when you stare at his face, and feel his touch, the bright sun making you recognize a few golden flicks of color in his apple green iris, and you can't stop your feelings.

You want to be the only one to have enough time and light to be able to notice those details, you want to he Dean's one and only.

Dean notices the silence and raises an eyebrow, frowning confused, he knows you well enough, and yet, you ask yourself why he doesn't catch on your feelings.

"M'fine." You crack him a smile, and after leaving the motel the drive is weirdly uncomfortable, air thick with misunderstood tension.

"What are you doing?" you raised your head from your hands, heart spiking up, yet frowning when he suddenly pulled over in a long abandoned way at the start of a forest, in the middle of nowhere.Dean killed the engine and gave you his best serious face, turning to you.

"What's going on with you? You're acting so out of yourself and I---don't understand what's wrong? Is it me? Did I do something wrong or what?---"

He expressed himself with hasty and frustrated hands gestures, stuttering even, it was unusual of him, it made you hold your breath as you listened to him babbling.

"I'm---"

"Don't bullshit me, m'not stupid, what now, you don't trust me anymore?"

The situation got you blocked worse than ever, it was now or never, because he's not going to believe to any excuse you make up, and if you confess it could either end good or ruin your friendship forever.

Dean's eyes drilled into yours and he gripped the steering wheel of the precious Impala he got from John a few weeks ago after turning legal, he pursed his lips, eyebrows furrowing together, and he almost seemed to start to get angry because you opened and closed your mouth like a fish, not uttering a word.

He dropped his shoulders disappointed after a few seconds of silence, staring at his shoes as he turned Baby back on, and before you realized it, you had one hand fisting his hair and the other one holding his nape.

Your lips met.

You couldn't stand how he pried his eyes off you, maybe you wanted that attention of his forever, for yourself only, maybe you wanted to be selfish.

Dean tensed up but didn't hesitated, hands flying from his keys straight to your waist, holding you almost possessively as he tilted his head, knocking your nose softly together as he deepened the kiss.

When you two pulled apart a few seconds passed just by watching each other in silence with wide eyes.

"I love you too I guess?..." Dean muttered and you couldn't help but giggle a bit, nodding.

"I love you Dean." You giggled more as he pulled you in another kiss.

Maybe today was a good day, maybe something's horrible it's waiting for you two later, but right now it doesn't matter.

Dean Winchester loves you back, with no maybe.

___thanks for reading!✮⋆˙

S.K.

#dean winchester #supernatural #supernatural x you #dean winchester x you #fanfic #youth #x reader #female reader #teen reader #teen dean winchester #dean winchester one shot #dean winchester imagine

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broadwaydivastournament · 2 months

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Broadway Divas Tournament: Round 2A

Laura Linney (1964) "LAURA LINNEY (Diana) Broadway credits include My Name is Lucy Barton (Tony nom. dir. Richard Eyre): The Little Foxes (Tony nom.) Time Stands Still (Tony nom.) and Sight Unseen (Tony nom.) all directed by Daniel Sullivan at MTC. Other credits include Les Liaisons Dangereauses, The Crucible (Tony nom.), Uncle Vanya, Hedda Gabler, Honour, Holiday, The Seagull, Beggars in the House of Plenty, Six Degrees of Separation. Television credits: "Armistead Maupin's Tales of the City," "Ozark" (SAG, Emmy nom), "The Big C" (Emmy, Golden Globe Awards), "John Adams" (SAG, Golden Globe, Emmy Awards), "Frasier" (Emmy Award), "Wild Iris" (Emmy Award), "The Laramie Project," "Tales of the City" trilogy. Film: Falling, The Dinner, Nocturnal Animals, Sully, Sympathy for Delicious, Morning, The Details, The Savages (Oscar nom), Kinsey (Oscar nom), You Can Count on Me (Oscar nom), The Other Man, City of Your Final Destination, The Squid and the Whale, Jindabyne, Love Actually, Mystic River, The Nanny Diaries, Breach, Man of the Year, The Hottest State, Driving Lessons, The Exorcism of Emily Rose, P.S., The Life of David Gale, The Mothman Prophecies, Maze, The House of Mirth, The Truman Show, Absolute Power, Primal Fear, Congo, Lorenzo's Oil, Dave. Training: The Julliard School, Brown University. Member: AEA, SAG." - Playbill bio from Summer, 1976, June 2023.

Audra McDonald (1970) "AUDRA MCDONALD (Suzanne Alexander) is honored to take part in Adrienne Kennedy's historic and long overdue Broadway debut. A board member of Covenant House International and co-founder of Black Theatre United, McDonald is a singer, actor, and activist who lives in New York with her amazing husband and children." - Playbill bio from Ohio State Murders, December 2022.

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"Do you ever think Laura Linney reads her playbill bio and cries? Does she dream of the day when she too will hold a Tony Award aloft in triumph, or has she resigned herself to being one of four actresses with the biggest fail rate and will one day hold the record outright? (Given that Estelle Parsons is in her nineties, Dana Ivey is in her eighties, and Jan Maxwell, my beloved, is dead?) Anyway, the point of this isn't to rub salt in the wound. Love you, Laura Linney."

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"It's too mean to title this poll Biggest Tony Winner vs. Biggest Tony Loser but it's pretty damn accurate, and given the overwhelming whiteness of award shows overall, it's damn satisfying that the Black woman is the one with a record-breaking Tonys on her shelf and the white blonde woman is not (no matter how talented she is). Audra McDonald, my beloved, you're going to sweep this entire tournament."

#broadwaydivastournament #broadway divas #broadway #theatre #poll tournament #audra mcdonald #laura linney #round 2a #wait everyone hold the fuck on.#it's been five years and i just noticed audra specifically switched her fancy earrings for plain hoops for the bit

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green-socks · 1 year

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Teenage Dream

Pairing: Willard Hewitt (2011 version) x f!reader

Summary: Moving back home turns out more exciting than you'd thought when you run into Willard, your crush from way back.

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: rated M: car sex but not explicit, only mentioned. Aged up Willard so he's mid to late 20s in this!! They're at a bar but no one's actually drunk.

Notes: I don't know if anyone but me is into this but I just wanted to hear it for the boy. Give the boy a hand!! I love him so. Much love, as always, to @a-reader-and-a-writer for betaing and for putting up with my booty-calling ass at all times <3

If you've seen the video of Miles dancing to footloose while driving, that's 100% grown up Willard, just so you know.

Moving back to Bomont didn't feel nearly as bad as you once had thought it would. Getting out for a few years felt good, sure, and seeing more of the world even better. But now it just felt nice to return home and be closer to your family. Besides, your work allowed a remote position, so it didn't much matter where in the world you were as long as the job got done. And Bomont allegedly had great internet these days, so you figured why not.

Your friend Iris from school had also moved back two years ago, so you knew there was at least one good friend there waiting for you already. It would be nice to catch up with her and be closer again.

And what better way to catch up than go out to the closest bar (which was in the next town) where the clientele wasn't exclusively well over 55. It was a good bar. They had great cocktails and gave discounts to anyone who sang karaoke, so the people were generally in great spirits.

Around midnight, after a couple of drinks that provided an unnecessarily vivid throwback to your teenage years and a powerful duet of I Will Survive, you were on the hunt for some water.

Stumbling right into the solid chest of an actual tall drink of water wasn't on your mission plan but you were willing to roll with the punches. Only before you even had the chance to raise your head and see who the chest belonged to, the man happily shouted out your name.

"Wait– Willard?"

(It really shouldn't have surprised you that in this corner of the world you always had a chance of running into someone you knew.)

That face you recognized. That face hadn't changed basically at all in the nearly ten years that it had been since you last saw him. The rest of his body was what didn't compute. The Willard from school had been tall too, obviously, but also kind of lanky with long flailing limbs. The Willard in front of you now was huge, with broad, strong shoulders and biceps that– okay yeah you were staring. But seriously, that t-shirt had to be a size or two too small.

The man himself fortunately seemed oblivious to your gawking, and instead wrapped you in a quick but enthusiastic hug.

"Great to see you! I heard you were back but didn't expect to run into you just yet. What's it been, nearly ten years? Man, time flies," he prattled on, releasing you and looking you over as if he was cataloging if anything had changed.

"Good to see you too," you finally managed, looking up at him. "Yeah, I moved back just three days ago. But you never left, did you?"

"Hey, I went to college!" He pouted in mock offense. "But yeah, then I came straight back. Big cities freak me out." This time he pretends to shiver. "If I need to experience the wild world for a weekend I go stay with Rusty, but otherwise I'm good here."

"Oh, how is she doing? I haven't seen her in years either."

"She's doing great! She lives with her girlfriend Annie now, and they have a really cute dog," Willard said excitedly.

You knew that Rusty had a girlfriend through Iris who was the one in the loop for all gossip and followed everyone on social media, still keeping up with everything. You hadn't bothered with that so much, but it was still nice to hear these updates. You hadn't been that close with Willard or his gang, but you had some classes together and became friendly enough that way.

"How about you?" you asked. "You and Ren still going strong? Still do everything together?" You smiled a little teasingly because this one you already knew the answer to. You had heard that they had mostly taken over Ren's Uncle Wes's car shop, and apparently business was going so great people came there from out of town in search of better service.

"I accidentally put on his shirt tonight because our laundry keeps getting mixed up. Does that answer your question?" he deadpanned, making you laugh.

"That explains it. I thought your arms looked about ready to burst out of that shirt."

You immediately snapped your mouth shut, feeling embarrassed. Why would you point that out?? He brought up the shirt and your mind immediately went there again, but you didn't need to say it for crying out loud.

Thankfully Willard only laughed. "I know right? I don't understand how it keeps happening, it's not like we even have the same size most of the time. You should have seen one time I put on his sweatpants to run to the store, I thought I was gonna get arrested for public indecency or something!"

You choked a little bit on your water at that mental image.

"I'm sure the old ladies at the market were quite delighted," you chuckled.

Willard snorted. "Yeah, I got some looks alright, though I wasn't sure if they were into it or if they thought I needed Jesus."

The two of you continued catching up, moving farther to the edge of the dancefloor where you could talk without having to shout. You had no idea how much time had passed until Iris came to knock on your shoulder. After greeting Willard, she turned back to you, pulling you aside to talk a little more privately.

"How would you feel about me staying here in town for the night? We can totally head home together, but I have a chance to get laid if I stay here. Maybe you could get a ride with Willard?"

"You wanna go and have a sleepover with Alex?" you teased her. You knew Alex was her regular companion here, that she was kind of hoping would turn into something more, so you couldn't begrudge her.

"Could I?" she tried a half apologetic, half pleading smile. "You and Willard seem to be hitting it off." Her eyes were pointedly looking in the man's direction, who was still hovering a few feet behind you.

"Speaking of which. You didn't warn me he looks like that now!" you hissed. She was the one who was supposed to relay all the interesting knowledge to you!

"Well, I mean, he doesn't do anything for me. I didn't think it was important," she shrugged.

"But you know I was super into him in school, obviously he does it for me!"

"That was ages ago! I'm barely into people I liked two years ago let alone in school!"

"But it's Willard," you gesticulated broadly with your hands, hoping to emphasize the point.

"Alright, fine, I understand. But we're getting off track here." And with that Iris side-stepped you to talk to the man himself. "Hey Willard, could you take her home tonight? I'm staying in town, but I trust you to keep her safe," she smiled sweetly, playing all innocent.

You noted three things. One, she used the words take her home, and you were definitely going to kick her for that later. Two, Willard didn't even need to be buttered up, because of course he would help an old friend. And three, he honest to god puffed out his chest at Iris telling him he was trustworthy. Even tipped his hat, giving her his word that he'd take care of you.

Goodness gracious, you might not survive this night.

"Are you sure it's not too much trouble? And that you're good to drive?" you wanted to check.

"I've only had one beer tonight, I'm cool. And it's no trouble at all, I promise," he smiled.

With that, Iris took her leave, but not before giving you a hug, demanding you check in later, and threateningly muttering something about crushed testicles to Willard. He looked appropriately nauseated.

Clearing his throat a couple of times, Willard turned to you again. "Uh.. uhm, do you want to go home right now or, uh, do you wanna dance for a bit?"

"I could dance for a bit, yeah!" You were so proud of yourself for sounding totally cool and normal.

The dance floor was unfortunately packed because the night was at that point where everyone had had just the right amount of liquid courage to let loose.

But no one let loose like Willard.

You had never before danced with a guy, or anyone really, who was so willing to absolutely tear up the dance floor with no regard to how it looked. Of course, Willard looked fantastic – Ren was a great teacher after all – but more important was the fact that he was genuinely having fun with it.

It was infectious. Not just to you, but to the people around you as well, though it seemed Willard was unaware of the effect he had.

You were breathless with laughter, and sweaty as hell, but you didn't mind. That is until the song switched to something slower and sensual, and Willard held you so close you knew he could feel your sweat-soaked back. What had started as an overexaggerated "sexy" grind making you laugh wasn't that funny anymore. It had morphed from a joke into something actually hot, and you were breathless for a whole different reason.

Before you could get too in your head about it, the song changed again, this time to an upbeat rock song. You continued dancing, but the energy from before was gone and the crowd on the dancefloor was thinning, so you noticed another need taking over.

"I'm kind of hungry, would it be okay to leave now?" you asked, shouting up to Willard.

"Sure, what did you have in mind?"

You wanted a burger. So that's what Willard got you.

The night air felt exceptionally lovely after the sweaty bar. You ate your burgers on the bed of Willard's truck, because he was surprisingly strict about not getting a mess inside the car.

On the drive home, you talked more about what both of you had been up to in the last almost decade, while still jamming along to the radio. There was no stopping Willard.

"In college Ren dragged me to cheerleading tryouts. He had that gymnastics background and thought it would be fun, but, honestly, back then I thought that cheer was just for girls. I obviously don't think that anymore." He rolled his eyes – you did too. "Anyway, I got sucked into it. Now I coach two teams, so that's a lot of my free time spent with that. It's gotten pretty popular in Bomont lately!" he gushed.

"I don't doubt that, with you coaching," you chuckled.

"What do you mean?" He glanced at you.

"You know, 'cause you're so likable. You're the kind of person who gets others excited too, and I'm sure you're a really great coach."

"Oh. Thanks."

Willard was trying to hide his smile, but there was no hiding that blush. You thought it looked adorable.

As the conversation went on, you moved from trading stories to light flirting and playful banter, the mood in the truck relaxed but cheerful. At one point you made Willard laugh so hard he had to pull over to an empty lot not too far from home to avoid crashing. After the last giggles subsided into quiet hiccups, you just continued talking. It took you nearly thirty minutes of conversation to realize that a) Willard never started the car again and you had just been standing still in that same spot where he pulled over, and b) you two had drifted closer to each other while talking, so much so that Willard's face was mere inches from yours.

Which made you realize your gaze kept dropping to his lips a whole lot. They just looked so.. kissable. You'd always thought so. His lips looked so soft and plump, his smiles so warm, that you desperately wanted to lean in and get a taste.

It was nearing two am but you were wide awake, nerves alight with excitement from Willard's proximity.

And unless you were much mistaken, his pupils were fairly dilated, looking at you just now.

"In my experience, if someone looks at your lips a lot it means they want to kiss you," Willard murmured quietly.

You couldn't even bother to pretend to be embarrassed about getting caught.

"Yeah, I think that's true," you breathed, looking into his eyes that were now boring into yours.

"Do you think it's true or is it true?"

"Yes."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"Yes, I want to kiss you."

"Oh thank god," Willard groaned and cupped your cheek, pulling you in the rest of the way.

2:24 am

"Should we stop? You said you don't want your truck to get messy," you panted.

"I've had a shift in priorities. I no longer give a shit about my truck," he murmured into your neck without even stopping the movement of his hips.

Your text to Iris at 2:59 am:

I may have just lived a teenage dream of mine and fucked Willard Hewitt in his truck. Now home ok. Talk tomorrow❤️

You fell asleep immediately, and let the responding reaction gifs and exclamation points be tomorrow's problem.

#willard hewitt #footloose 2011 #willard hewitt x reader #let's hear it for the boy #i accidentally wrote something #miles teller fic

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good-ol-lisa · 9 months

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Fics I wanna see but are too lazy to write: a documentation

Bayview Trio spending one last night with each other before Maeve goes to Peru

Addy and Maeve antics in Peru

Knox + Phoebe directly after the the rooftop scene in oouib (even though oouib isn’t actually canon 😚😆)

Bayview Crew go to see the barbie movie

Bayview Four Movie night

Knox tells Maeve that he’s in love with Phoebe (she knows)

Luis and Knox man-bonding

Rojas family dinner with Nate and Luis

Phoebe goes to therapy (pls girl get some help)

Owen and Lucas meet and become besties

Just an entire novel about the rest of Cooper and Kris’s life together

Bayview Four graduation

Bayview Trio prom!

Nonny and Phoebe watching the Bachelor

Knox and Maeve babysitting (it would go so bad)

Luis’s culinary adventures in France

Nate’s dad making best friends with Maeve, Knox and Phoebe throughout the course of their senior year

A fic from stan’s pov.

Bayview Trio vacation (+Luis)

Krisper + Knoxbe double date (so cute)

Natewyn + Maevis double date (chaos)

Knox running to Phoebe’s apartment after finding out that Nate and Addy found her and she’s safe

Phoebe and Knox tell Owen they’re a couple

Myers/Lawton family dinner (minus Emma 😀)

Ashton’s baby shower

Seriously can’t get enough fics about Phoebe meeting Knox’s sisters (but read grace’s it’s the best)

Bayview Four group project (+Luis)

Maeve confronting Cooper about telling Luis not to ask her out

Bayview Crew road trip with Ashton driving

Bayview Crew ‘dress up as each other’ party

Bayview girls slumber parties

Phoebe and Maeve having girl talk and Knox being awkward

Iris Adelaide is introduced to her army of aunts and uncles

The first time Phoebe and Maeve got coffee after Phoebe's truth was exposed

Also can't get enough of Phoebe and Knox first date fics <333

Cooper meeting Kris's family

Phoebe and Maeve sneaking Knox into the Rojas's family home for an illegal sleepover

Luis, Phoebe, Knox, Nate and Bronwyn group hangouts while their friends are gone

Eli's first month living with the Prentiss girls (specifically, living with Addy)

Bayview Trio crying at graduation despite having the worst high school experience of all time

Feel free to add to this! :D

#one of us is lying #oouil #oouib #oouin #one of us is back #maeve rojas #bronwyn rojas #nate macauley #addy prentiss #cooper clay #kris oouil #knox myers #phoebe lawton #luis santos

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edsbacktattoo · 3 months

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15 QUESTIONS FOR 15 FRIENDS

I was tagged by @gentlebeard! Thank you 😌🫶

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?

My middle name comes from my great grandmother, but I never met her and I hate my middle name. I do plan on changing it at some point.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

A few days ago because the fucking police showed up at my house??? and not only do I fucking hate cops but there’s some bullshit going on with my old car, and the person who’s currently driving it. Just a goddamn mess all around. Had a good cry about all of that.

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

Noooo and I don’t want them, thanks so much.

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?

I have a knee condition that prevents me from doing any high-impact exercise now, but I used to play soccer and basketball.

DO YOU USE SARCASM?

Occasionally. I could probably use it more, tbh.

WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR?

Blue, but I have central heterochromia, so the iris right around my pupil is hazel.

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

SCARY MOVIES, BABY! Always and forever a horror fanatic. I’m already planning my horror-tober movie list, actually. (If you have horror recommendations, please send them to me so I can add them to the list!)

ANY TALENTS?

I can draw and I can write! I also make a mean cuppa tea :)

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

Australia 🇦🇺 and I am still very much there.

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

Definitely drawing and writing. Also DnD, video games every now and then. Does listening to music count as a hobby? Because THAT.

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?

Yes! Here is my Chippie Son

^^ please enjoy this sticker version of him it makes me laugh so hard. why does he look like that??? so embarrassing.

HOW TALL ARE YOU?

5’6”

FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

Art, English and English Literature (I Am Gay)

DREAM JOB?

I want to be a tattoo artist! I’m working on it but it’s so scaryyyyy and I fear rejection. 🙃

No pressure tags: @tisziny @stedesearring @blakbonnet @bizarrelittlemew @bunnyandthejets @jellybeanium124 @sherlockig @xoxoemynn @douwatahima @snake-snack-stede @stedebonnets and anyone else who wants to participate!! yaaaaay! 🖤

#thank you again Ella i love you!!!!#sorry this took me so long to do i had to. sleep #tagged #💕✨#about me

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nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx · 4 months

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Helpless part 20, nothing like the rain when you’re in outer space

The son of Hades was sitting on his cabin floor looking at his old Mythomagic cards,

"Nico!" He flinched before looking up and seeing Frank Zhang, son of Mars through an Iris message.

"Um...hi? What's going on?"

"Hey... When can you come to Camp Jupiter?"

"What happened?!"

"Hazel-"

"-WHO DO I NEED TO KILL!?"

"I don't know what happened, she's been crying and won't come out of the cohort 5 cabin."

"Has anyone talked to her?"

"She won't talk to anyone."

"I'll be there as soon as I can, get her some lavender tea and dark chocolate. It's her favorite, it might help her calm down. Bye." Nico thought for a few seconds, driving is 44 hours, plane is a lot less but Zeus wasn't exactly the biggest fan of him. He could shadow travel but he would probably pass out the second he got there, pegasus. It wasn't the preferable option but it was probably the quickest; the Ghost King slipped on his Aviators jacket and ran towards Cabin 3.

"Jackson, I need your help." Percy opened the door, he was wearing a hoodie and shorts and look like he just woke up.

"Hey Nico, what's up?"

"Pegasus are fast right? Like very fast?"

"Yeah...?"

"We're going to Camp Jupiter in five minutes."

"What?"

"Is there a faster way?"

"I don't think so...? Unless you want to go through the Labyrinth, times different there."

“How long will it take?”

“A few hours I think? Are you going to explain what’s going on?”

“Hazel; hurry up, we need to go.”

“Alright, I’ll go tell Blackjack.”

“Who?”

“My pegasus, I mean technically he’s not mine but yeah.”

“Okay.” Nico said before running towards the stables.

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Sorry for the short chapters and inconsistant posting but I’m busy and in a week school starts and I’m just chaos rn also I’m sick which has just been so fun as well as shitty internet. Sfialgeiairaktki C H A O S IS L I F E

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roseamonglilies · 2 years

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Selfish - pt. I

Summary: Billy decides to stop by your house blackout drunk, and confesses a little too much

Word Count: 1,377

Warnings: Billy is mean (in a more cute way, but still), this is a bit short, illiteracy, ig mild sexual tension (?)

Part 2 | Part 3

There was something wonderful about his eyes. An unspoken storm that raged within each iris, like lightning striking the sea. Every instinct in your body screamed of danger, yet you couldn't help but feel drawn to its undifferentiated beauty.

Mid-lecture, amid the worst parts of in-class reading, you caught the flashes of baby blue from three seats across. And while you had yet to face the tempest, you never ceased to feel its intensity with every moment it faced you.

Mrs. Hudson, Hawkins High's finest new addition, droned on excitedly, a well-worn edition of Madame Bovary creased between her hands. She was among the younger crowd of staff within the school, bright, and more ambitious than she likely should be for an English teacher. Yet, she taught with a love for written language that was often times too enthusiastic for her less enthused students.

"Now, who would like to read the next passage?" The less socially inept students shied away from her sweeping gaze. Along with hers, you felt his. "Billy? We haven't heard you read yet, I don't think."

Finally, then did you feel the heat of his eyes leave, if only to find his place among the pages. Mrs. Hudson lingered, whispering quietly which specific paragraph she had left off on, and after a quiet sigh of resignation, he finally spoke.

"'Love, she thought, must come suddenly, with great outbursts and lightnings,'" Hearing such a rugged individual speak words of such rhetoric was certainly a sight. Albeit the air of boredom laced with arrogance left no word untouched. Only then did you finally peek from the text to look at him. Billy sat, slightly slouched in his seat. His legs were sprawled out, spread well past the legs of his desk and onto the aisle between desks. He seemed entirely uninterested by the words he spoke, hardly leaving much space for any sort of form or whims in his speech.

"'A hurricane of the skies, which falls upon life, revolutionizes it,--'" The mistake evaded Billy, though you caught it as soon as the word slipped past his lips. He'd said "revitalize" instead of "revolutionize" as the quote actually read. He didn't seem to notice, or at least, didn't seem to care as he continued his emotionless drawl of words. His voice was low, and you'd realized the unwarranted attention it naturally received from certain classmates. Upon the last line, his eyes suddenly lifted towards you with intent, eradiating a calm sort of intensity that could only be compared to a beast in a cage. "'--Roots up the will like a leaf, and sweeps the whole heart into the abyss.'”

"Wonderful job Mr. Hargrove! Now, who's next?"

Of all the women he could choose in the world, you had to be the one.

♡♡♡♡

"I don't get why you still get rides from that priss, Wheeler." Billy caged you against the hood of his Camaro. He was doing what he always did when you weren't tied down at school: demand attention. However, this time, he had managed to get you right where he wanted you. And while Nancy awaited your arrival, you had to fend off the beast for a while longer. "Are you tryna tell me you like riding with a stiff like that more than me?"

"Because, Billy," Your words held disdain, but he only smiled cruelly at the sound of his name. "Despite your best efforts, I still have friends. And besides, we live next door to each other. It doesn't make sense for you to drive me to the other end of town."

You decided not to mention Billy's driving habits. You'd rather not leave a trail of dead animals along the road whenever you were with him.

"I don't think you're getting the point, Princess," His voice dipped lowly, and you found yourself tightening the hold around your books when he leaned down. Those precious books held tightly to your chest were the only barrier you had to keep Billy from having the true freedom to do what he wanted. His nose grazed the tip of yours, and he refused to break his burning gaze. "Half the people in this town are washed up losers, but they really take the cake."

"You’re unbelievable," You replied to his rude comments with playful mockery. He matched the energy, scoffing in agitated disbelief. You couldn't help but pinch your bottom lip between your teeth to keep from smiling too hard. Billy always had such a knack for insulting everyone and everything, and to some degree, the only way to avoid offense was to deflect and deny. “They aren’t that bad.”

"Will I be seeing you tonight?" His hands lifted from the hood of his car, placing one on your hips. The other looped around the belt fastening your pants, and pulled with just enough force to leave you flush against his waist. You found yourself drawn into the question perhaps a bit in part to the physical contact.

"Tonight?" You hadn't a clue as to what he meant. As far as you were concerned, tonight would be uneventful aside from the dedicated time you always gave to your studies. He clicked his tongue, and while waiting for him answer, you studied the way his rugged bangs framed his face. How a small wavy strand fell just perfectly over his eyes.

"Party," Ah, that was what he meant. "At Carol Perkins’ joint."

"You gonna get drunk again?" You were surprised he'd bother asking again. Parties, not your scene, not that the name Carol Perkins gave you any added enthusiasm. But, still, Billy always asked. And you always gave him the same answer.

"Well if you came with me, I'd have less reason to get drunk," Billy, always the one to shift his excuses, flashed a snide smile. Regardless of whether or not you came, you new well that you would end up driving home with him reeled over in the backseat.

"Find a host I like first, then maybe I'll join you for once." His eyes lost their playful glimmer for a moment, as though you had actually said something more hurtful than the daily insults he threw your way. You wondered for a moment if he was truly self-aware of how many cuts he could make in a single conversation. Billy was often a reckless and angry man, and only more so when influenced by alcohol. And while you sometimes dallied in raves and parties, he was truly something else to witness. "I'm not your dedicated driver, Billy, and I don't like being around you when you're that far gone."

His face deviated, clearly irked that you would say you don't like his company. A little vexed smile graced his lips. It seemed that he had more to say, perhaps another offer, but you had no desire to reconsider, not today. You moved your hand, flat, square on his chest, and lightly pushed. He moved freely out of your way, watching your form begin to turn away. But as you were about to say goodbye, he caught your hand, demanding that you face him for a moment more.

"Gonna be up for visiting hours, then?" There was something odd about his voice. God forbid, but you dared say it was hope. You stared, mulling over the weight of responsibility with your schoolwork and the risk of being caught by your parents.

"If you show up shit-faced I wont be opening anything, got me?" Although you tried your best to sound serious, there was an inevitability that Billy would break his word. And no matter how much you wanted to, you knew that there would be no way you could turn him away. His eyes brightened again, and you understood that the night wouldn’t be nearly as relaxing as you’d hoped it would be.

Before either of you could say another word, the loud honk of Nancy's horn blared from across the parking lot. You quickly waved to the station wagon to indicate that you would be joining her shortly, and then turned to your lover.

"Don't do anything stupid," You quickly leaned in, gave a peck on his lips, and finally began to walk away.

"Don't be so concerned, sweetheart," He slipped a fresh cigarette in his mouth, and leaned in the open window of his Chevy to pull out a silver chrome lighter. With every step towards Nancy, you felt his eyes following. And only after entering the vehicle did you see him pull away.

Bet you thought I was dead. What’s it been, like 4 months since the last post? Well, no, i just have a new fixation >:)

Part 2 | Part 3

#billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #billy hargove imagine #stranger things billy #billy stranger things #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine

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khaleesiofalicante · 8 months

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I really need to see papi Alec babysitting all LBAF V gang. The headache. The eye rolls. The urge to kill. But loving all the heathens more than life.

“Why are you all so quiet?” Alec asked, almost in annoyance. “Somebody say something.”

“Like what?” Cami asked.

“We could play a car game,” Alec pointed out. “Does anyone know a car game?”

Atlas put his hand up like he was in school. “I don’t know a game. But I can ask fun questions.”

Alec exhaled in relief. “That’s great, Atlas. Go ahead.”

“If this car crashes, who do you think will die first?” Atlas asked.

“What kind of question is that??” Alec groaned.

“I think it’s papi,” Cami hummed. “He is driving.”

“Not necessarily,” Iris shook her head. “It depends on where we get hit back from. If we get hit from the back, we might die first. Especially Joan - she took off her seatbelt.”

“Okay. Let’s ask another question,” Alec all but begged. “And Joan, put your goddamn seatbelt back on.”

“Next question,” Atlas said. “If you were to get eaten by a demon, which one would be?”

“Oof,” Cami said. “Forneus for sure. They don’t have a mouth and it’ll just swallow me up. Like an anaconda.”

“I’d probably pick a Kuri,” Iris answered.

“Why?” Cami gasped. “They have such sharp teeth.”

“And they are poisonous too. I’d probably die from the poison before it eats me,” Iris pointed out.

“That’s quite clever, Iris,” Cami noted.

“I want a rahab demon,”, Joan announced. “They have two mouths. If I’m gonna get eaten by a demon, I want to be chewed properly. I'm not building these muscles for nothing, y'all.”

“I love this game!” Arjun clapped his hands. “Next question, Atlas!”

#alec is ready to jump out of the car any second tbh #lbaf

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hypersonic04 · 1 year

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Part Two:

I couldn't wait to post part two!

Word count: 2,091

He's the first thing I think about when I wake up that morning, the cold chill of November blanketing my one-bedroom apartment as I lie on my back, staring up at the ceiling. Even now, as I find myself in the comfort of my bedroom, my mind feels like it's trapped, trapped in the cold stares and standoffish behaviour of a man I met yesterday.

In an attempt to alleviate some of the mental torture I seem to be experiencing, I force myself to get ready and feel some kind of excitement for the day ahead. This is huge! Not only have I always wanted to write at Real World Studios, but I'm writing for The 1975. I can't let anything ruin this for me.

It's bitterly cold as I leave the flat, my numb fingers fishing around in my bag for my car keys. Once I unlock the car, I sit in the drivers seat for a few minutes. Breathe.

I stick the key in and turn it.

And turn it again.

And again.

"You're kidding me." I whisper. "No, no, no..."

This has to be some kind of sick joke.

The car refuses to start, and I wonder whether this is some sort of sign from the universe.

It's 11, the drive takes approximately 35 minutes, and I told Matty I'd be there by 12pm. 'On the dot' were my exact words, actually. According to my calculations, a faulty car might delay the journey slightly.

Thankful for the quick exchange of phone numbers before we parted ways the day before, I send him a quick text. The phone rings moments later.

"I'm so sorry, my car just won't start, and-" I start immediately. Great first impression, Iris. Super professional.

"Hey, it's fine. You live like half an hour away, right?"

"Yeah, I guess I could Uber, but I won't make it for 12."

"One of us will come and pick you up. Send me your address, will you?"

After the phone call ends and a few more messages are exchanged, I admit to myself that I am, in fact, going to have to accept the help they're offering and leave the car. I wait inside the apartment.

I'm outside

The unknown sender confuses me at first, but I quickly remember that I never got Adam or George's numbers. I gather my things and rush down, spotting an unfamiliar black Audi not too far down the street.

I squint my eyes in an attempt to identify who's sat behind the tinted windscreen, shielding my eyes from the winter sunshine.

I'm not sure whether the feeling in my stomach means that I want to throw up, cry, or maybe both, actually. He's on his phone, head tilted downwards, and for a moment it's like it's a different version of Ross to the one I met yesterday. He looks cosy, the navy sweater he's wearing complementing his soft eyes, and I notice that he's smiling down at his phone. It's probably his girlfriend, I think to myself, and at the same time, I feel my heart drop in the same way it did when my high school crush asked another girl to prom. Completely unsolicited, and even more so right now.

I take a deep breath as I near the car and he looks up, unlocking the doors for me.

"Morning." He says first as I open the car door, slipping into the seat beside him. The car is warm, and I have to use every inch of self restraint to not complement the overwhelming smell of his aftershave. It's like it coats every inch of the car, forcing my hairs to stand in a way that only ever happens at a once in a lifetime concert, or when there's a huge plot twist in a book.

"Thank you so much for picking me up." I say, meeting his eyes for the first time since getting in the car. He looks tired, tired in a different way than he did yesterday. "I'll give you the petrol money."

"Don't worry about it, it's fine."

Silence engulfs the car and it feels suffocating. Maybe he's just not a very talkative guy.

"What's wrong with your car?" He says suddenly, slicing through the quiet with a clearing of his throat, his eyes still fixed ahead, like if he looked at me he might turn to stone or something.

"I'm not sure." I keep my eyes on the road. "It just wouldn't start when I turned the key."

Again, silence for a few seconds, and I assume the conversation is over.

"Might want to get that looked at."

"Hm, yeah."

I steal a glance over at him. His side profile gives me butterflies and I have to remind myself that he's been nothing but cold to me. He looks over at me and our eyes catch for a second, before I turn towards the road again. The rest of the ride is tense, but it's a different kind of tension than yesterday, not the kind I can identify.

It's like I've been holding my breath the whole way there when we finally get out of the car. I find myself walking off in front, desperate for space.

"Good morning!" Matty says enthusiastically, opening his arms for a hug like we've known each other for years. I accept it after a moment's hesitation.

"I'm sorry about the whole car thing." I say to them all, taking off my coat and scarf as I do so.

"It's ok. Ross to the rescue, eh?" Matty says with a smirk and I open and close my mouth like a goldfish, attempting to think of something witty to reply. Nothing.

We get settled in the studio with cups of tea, cigarettes, pens and paper, guitars. I tuck my knees up to my chest and listen through the soft acoustic demo George plays for me.

"It's nowhere near ready, and there's no lyrics for it yet."

I take in the gentle strum of the strings, soft percussion, and what seems to be Matty's mindless humming of a melody. It's beautiful, even at this stage. I close my eyes for a second and try to imagine vocals over it, nodding my head to place the beat and almost forgetting the company that I'm in.

When I look back up, I'm met with Ross' dark eyes. I avert my gaze from him immediately, embarrassment washing over me and tinting my cheeks pink.

"Yeah, it's great." I look down at the empty piece of paper in front of me and awkwardly tuck some hair behind my ear. "Really great."

"We just need Ross to do the bassline and then some other bits of production, and lyrics obviously." Adam adds.

I copy the melody Matty had hummed on the track, repeating it over and over as lyrics flood my head. He comes to sit next to me and peers over at what I'm writing.

"I like that." He jabs his finger at one specific line, and I nod in agreement. "The only time I feel I might get better is when we are together," He repeats out loud, George and Adam nodding too.

"I'm not sure about it." Ross pipes up.

"What's not to like about it?" George lets out a small laugh before realising that he's actually being serious.

"I just don't think it's very The 1975."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Matty bites, shaking his head with a confused expression on his face.

"It just doesn't feel like 'us'."

"Isn't that the aim?" I defend myself. "Matty said that this album's more timeless, earnest. That line is both of those things."

"Just because it's what Matty said doesn't mean it's right." He laughs sarcastically, shooting me a look that I can only describe as disdain. My blood boils as I return his sarcastic manner, shaking my head.

"If you were at the meeting yesterday, you could have voiced that." I snap. George looks between Ross and I, eyebrows raised. I get up with a sigh and head outside, the silence in the room only annoying me further.

The fresh air does me some good. Maybe Ross is right, my songs aren't very 'The 1975', but maybe that's why Jamie and Jack thought it was a good idea for me to work with them. Matty said it himself, this one needs to feels different, like a collaboration.

"Are you ok?" George's voice brings me out of my daydream.

"Yeah, just..." I shake my head, trailing off. "I don't know, I don't take criticism well."

"Just for the record, I really liked your idea." He smiles and I laugh, thanking him with a grin. We stand in silence for a few moments. I fold my arms over my chest and rest against the brick.

"What is his problem?" I say eventually. "I know you said that it wasn't personal yesterday, but that felt pretty personal."

"I don't know what's going on with him, if I'm honest. We've worked with loads of people over the years and he's never like this."

My heart sinks, and it must show on my face.

"I didn't mean that it's you, I just-"

"No, it's ok. Not everyone's going to like my writing." I huff. "But there's no need for him to be an arsehole." George laughs and nods in agreement.

"Shall we go back in?" He suggests, and although I think I'd rather just freeze to death out here, I reluctantly follow him.

We spend hours going over verses and reworking the melody to fit, and the darkness of the evening arrives by surprise.

"Fuck, what time is it?" I yawn, standing up from the armchair I'd been sat on all day.

"Half 1." George replies. I raise my eyebrows, double-checking on my phone.

"I'll book a taxi, I should probably head home."

"I'll take you, it's fine." Ross' deep voice catches me off guard, having been sat so quietly the whole afternoon.

"No, I'll get a taxi." I say coolly, avoiding his hard stare as I move around the room, putting the guitar back.

"I'm heading that way anyway."

I meet his gaze for a few moments, and eventually give in. It'll take ages for a taxi to get here, and I'm exhausted.

"Fine."

We say our goodbyes and head out to his car, the temperature somehow even colder now. I shiver and he notices, turning up the heater once we get buckled in.

I rest my head back as he drives steadily, admiring the street lights and occasional early Christmas display.

"It's a good song." He says.

"I thought you didn't like the lyrics." I say flatly.

"I..." He starts, seemingly struggling to find words. "It's just..."

"You don't think I know the band well enough." I state bluntly. "You don't think my writing suits the band. You can admit it."

He doesn't respond, and it only annoys me more.

"Why don't you just say it?" I frown, shaking my head at him.

He looks frustrated, hands gripping the steering wheel firmly and his brow set low. We sit in silence the rest of the way, our eyes fixed on the road ahead.

"Is here ok?" He asks as he pulls up outside.

"Yeah, fine."

"I-"

"Thanks." I get out of the car and slam the door shut, not letting him finish what he was about to say. The car stays put as I walk up the steps to the flat, and I swear I can feel his dark eyes burning into me, watching me clumsily unlock the door. I avoid looking back, despite being so desperate to do so. A mixture of anger and something I can't place courses through my body, clouding my mind as I finally get the door open.

My blood feels hot in my veins, pulse thrumming in my ears, my mouth impossibly dry all of a sudden. I'm angry at his criticisms, his opinions towards the fact that I'm writing with the band. I'm angry because of the countless awkward silences he creates, and the glares he gives me when I break them. I'm angry at the way I feel when he stands closely behind me, when I can hear the bass of his voice in my stomach.

Most of all, I'm angry at the way my mind goes foggy when he enters a room, and how I know exactly what these feelings are, even if I don't want to admit it.

#1975 band #adam hann #fanfic #george daniel #matty healy #ross macdonald #the 1975 #matty the 1975 #atpoaim #bfiafl

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monsterhigh-sims · 6 months

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School's Out Draculaura & Clawd Wolf 🐺🦇🩷✨

Draculaura

Daughter of Count Dracula

Clawd Wolf

Son of the Werewolf

CC listed below

One fall autumn night I took walk jaught

to meet some friends at a familiar haunt The sky above was very starry bright and there seemed to me not a cloud in sight So off I went without sans umbrella or coat although what I probably needed was really a boat Cause the clouds came rolled in with a dragon's roar and shortly thereafter it began to pour Not a pleasant rain, good for plant and flower but a driving, unfriendly, cold hard icy shower Now I was halfway between home and there my makeup was running ruined and so was my hair With no shelter in sight or a way to get dry I put my face in my hands and started to cry When out of the shower rain a voice broke through "Hey D it's me Clawd, hey D is that you?"

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alwayslosingtheplot-blog · 3 days

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Making a world (Part 4)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 3.5

It's culture time!

I should be writing my book (or practicing for my driving test -_-) but I'm doing this instead because the novelty is more appealing. I'm going to do each island individually, focusing on settlements but talking a bit about the native species of plants and animals, food sources and all that.

The Island of Alseid

Alseid is in encircles by a ring of other islands. No monsters comes from the mainland or from the sea as they are many more places that are more convenient.

This city of Alsea is considered a wonder of history, art and invention. The shining city on the hill has been an inspiration for many heroes, poets and legends of old (think Arthurian).

Being inland, and on a hill helps keep the city safe from attack from raiders, while the wide river Achelous allows decently sized ships to travel to the sea.

Other than the city, there are five large towns worth mentioning: Crocus, Nelumbo, Nucifera, Iris and Lycoctonum. Yes, these are all flower names. There are many, many farms and small villages and shires that follow the river in both directions to and from the city itself.

Alseid is a gentle island with rolling hills and many small woods and forests. It's beaches are rocky and its weather is gentle with most of the storms having blown themselves out over other islands before arriving from the sea.

The main crops grow like corn but the kernels need to ground up into a flour in order to be used. The roots of this plant are also edible when roasted, but considered to be a poor person's food and is often used instead to feed the short, wooly cows found here instead. These cows are sometimes eaten by eagles and the small number of wolves that still live on the island.

The children here are educated until they reach ten and any of those who have shown talent (or have connections) will be given a patron to pursue their talents.

All others are allowed two 'fallow' years where they are allowed to work or be with family before being conscripted (until they reach 16). Once again, those who have shown talent are encouraged to remain in the military and those who have not are released.

There are policies in place to try and find every boy a trade to study at this stage. For some, it is easy. For example, a carpenter's son will be placed with his father unless there is good reason not to.

The girls are brought to the temple to serve for another year, where they are awarded merits. These merits are used to increase their bride-price for their family. Girls without families are also awarded merits and their bride-price are given towards the temple unless they decide to become priestesses.

Women are considered to be the protectors of the Alsean culture because of an old myth and all women are taught to read and write and write poetry in other to safe-guard the Alsean way of life. Any Alsean woman who travel out into the world (with their husbands, for the temple or by themselves) are expected to bring their culture with them and establish their traditions in new settlements.

Children educated outside of the city have instructors, who are to report any 'auspicious' children. Each school is visited yearly by a examiner who interviews the children and looks at their work. Any children who show talent are brought to a school in the city.

All 12-year-olds have to report to the city for their military training. Celebrations and festivals in Alseid mostly feature its naval pride and discipline in some way. Either through parades, the cleansing festival (think of it like a country-wide spring clean), the celebration of the construction of a new ship or a new bath construction. There is a celebration for births, but they only happen a year after the child is born and focuses on the mother 'overcoming the battle of birth'.

Naming conventions in Alseid are quite simple. A person's has a family name, but outside of their hometown the will refer to themselves as having the name of that hometown as their last name.

For example: in Iris, Atticus will be referred as Atticus Hann. Anywhere else, he will be Atticus Of Iris. Unless he meets someone else from the town, in which case they may swap 'home names'. I have a bit more on each of the towns themselves, (such as Crocus being Alsea's shield and Lycoctonum being next a wild forest with various beasts inside used for the last round of training for recruits in a annual 'Hunt') but the post is long enough.

I also have an idea for a series of short stories about a kid growing up through the military training and experiencing the island's features and faults - but I have a book to write and I really should focus on that.

#writing #fantasy #writlr #brainstorm #worldbuilding

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bigfan-fanfic · 2 years

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Barry the Big Brother (Male!Reader x Barry Allen) PLATONIC

Requested by @redheadjustin for Um can I get for barry allen taking a young hero who can control time and age under his wing?

Barry frowns as he slips into some kind of field where time moves more slowly.

Basically he's stuck at normal pace while everyone is slowed down.

And that's when he sees you.

There are some rapidly aging muggers surrounding you, and Barry quickly (or... slowly) runs in to get your attention. In an instant, everything returns to normal speed, and there are three geriatric men collapsed on the ground around you.

Barry hugs you, seeing how distraught you are. "Hey... hey, it's okay, buddy. I'm not gonna let anything hurt you. Do you... do you think you can get them back to normal?"

You shake your head, terrified, and Barry makes a split-second decision.

And that's how you first came to STAR Labs.

Cisco and Caitlin figure out that your power involves control over a thought-to-be-hypothetical particle known as tachyons, which operate at FTL (faster than light) speeds, allowing you to physically age and de-age matter, and have a minor control, through relativity, over the way organic matter experiences the flow of time.

It appears that without your influence, physics eventually trumps quantum physics, and those affected by your power will return to normal if they haven't expired as a result of your effect on them.

Barry looks at you. "Y/N, you're still a kid. You've got a lot of life ahead of you - but if you want, this is a place where people like you and me use our powers to help people."

You nod. "I... I'm still kinda scared... but if I can, I want to help."

Barry becomes basically like a brother you always wanted. He takes care of you, gets you a place to stay and makes sure you're enrolled in school - there's no one else out there to take care of you, and Barry feels responsible for you. For a while, you stay at STAR Labs, but then Iris, Barry's wife, asks if maybe you'd like to stay with them in their spare room.

You're not much a fan of Killer Frost (though you do like Caitlin a lot) so you agree, and Iris becomes like your big sister.

You don't do much physical crime fighting, learning that a lot of what Team Flash does is more about the science, about understanding people and what makes them tick, both emotionally and physically. Cisco sometimes uses his power to jump you out into the field so you can help Barry, eroding metal and concrete to help him break through walls, speeding him up by hastening the flow of time around him and slowing his enemies, and generally playing crowd control.

But Barry makes sure you're not burned out as well. Some of the stuff Team Flash deals with is way too much for a kid, and Barry does shield you from it. He knows you do a lot, and he does trust you, but he explains it as just another professional courtesy - even professional law enforcement has to rotate their personnel on disturbing cases for mental health. And just in the same way that they won't endanger a kid in the field, they can't endanger your mental health either.

Barry always makes time to take you out on a brother outing every week - you two do spend a lot of time together otherwise, but this is just you two, and nothing powers or hero work allowed. Sometimes you two just hang out at Jitters, sometimes he drives (or speeds) you out somewhere fun, like a beach, or that one two-story Big Belly Burger over in National City.

Eventually Barry starts to refer to you as his little brother, and you realize you like it a lot. Cecile Horton is able to pull some strings to grant Barry and Iris legal guardianship of you, and finally there's some paperwork giving you a place to stay, with Barry and Iris who really care about you.

And soon, the city names you.

Flashback, due to your time power. Which, yeah, isn't the greatest, but it sticks, and you feel a sense of belonging as you truly join Team Flash.

#barry allen x male reader #barry allen x reader #the flash x reader #the flash headcanons #dc headcanons #headcanons

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