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Behind the scenes of “I Want it All”

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

This is based on an ask/suggestion I received for Sander’s birthday. I liked the idea so much I set it aside to work on separately later as a bts post. @ Hanna anon, it’s not exactly the same, but I hope you like it and see it! 💕💕💕 Thank you for the idea 🥰 

You can also read this story and any others you missed. I just added part 2 of the bts collection to Ao3, chapter 16. 

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No Way!

As Hanna reached for the box of cereal on the shelf, she heard a giggle, followed by a deep chuckle and a high pitched squeal.

Her hand paused mid-air. She knew that giggle. She knew that chuckle. What—

She left her cart behind and raced up the aisle, only slowing down to make the turn and peer surreptitiously around the corner.

There!

She was right! It had been Sander and Robbe.

Robbe stood in the bread section, Sander crouched at his feet, clearly looking for something on the shelves. He said a quiet word to Robbe, who then shuffled sideways out of his way. At his shift, a little girl came into view. 

Oh wow. That…that must be…Amelia, who’d—God—be almost two by now.

She…was beautiful, cherubic in pink sparkles. She sat in a carrier on Robbe’s back, her chubby little legs hanging wildly at his waist, occasionally kicking his hips and thighs with her feet. Her hair was golden blonde and fluffed about her head like a feathery halo, little ringlets just beginning to form at the base of her neck even though the top was still quite short. She was enchanting.

After another kick, Robbe grabbed her legs and tickled her calves, eliciting a peel of shrill laughter. He grinned over his shoulder and said something unintelligible to her, and she responded with a squealed string of words that ended in a loud “Daddy.” He laughed and tickled her again, which of course resulted in another giggle.

Hanna was endeared by the spectacle. Her daughter— No. Amelia. Amelia was obviously happy and well cared for. Granted, she hadn’t expected any less from Sander…or Robbe for that matter. They were both good people. Sander probably spoiled her rotten, and Robbe, as her godfather, could only be a willing accomplice. She was a lucky girl.

Hanna did, however, find it surprising that Amelia was on Robbe’s back instead of Sander’s. Even more, he looked so natural carrying her and teasing her, and the way Amelia’s fingers curled into his hair and pressed against his cheek indicated a level of familiarity that surprised her. She’d been wrong about him. Robbe had obviously taken his official duties seriously, plunging himself into child-rearing instead of setting off to live carefree and unencumbered like she thought he would.

Sander had been right. He wasn’t raising her alone. The picture perfect family they made proved that.

Then Sander stood, coming into full view for the first time, and he…looked good. No, he looked radiant, aglow with happiness. His dark hair was windswept, and his skin was sun kissed a warm bronze; but it was his eyes that caught her attention. They shone with an inner light. Hanna’s heart lurched briefly, wistful for what could have been if he had chosen her.

But at the same time, she felt no regret, no bitterness. As beautiful as he was and as tempting as this domestic tableau might seem, it wasn’t what she wanted. They were both better off where they were. She was truly happy for him, and she was selfishly glad that she’d been able to steal this moment to watch them from a distance, to check up on them and feed her curiosity without the awkwardness of speaking to them. That was…unconscionable.

Had she thought it possible that she might run into them when she came home for the summer? Yes, of course. She’d mentally prepared herself to see her ex and their…his daughter, but she hadn’t thought it likely. Antwerp was big enough, and Sander’s flat wasn’t anywhere near her parents’ place, nor was it near this grocery store. What on earth were they doing here, laughing and shopping so far from home? Maybe Robbe had moved nearby? That was possible. Or, did Carlos live near here? It didn’t matter. Here they were.

At that moment Sander placed a hand on Robbe’s stomach and reached for a package of cookies on the other side of the aisle. Before he could put it in the basket, Robbe snatched it out of his hands and put it back, shaking his head.

Sander pouted, looking like the absolutely besotted doofus he was for that boy, but then, rolling his eyes, Robbe took a few extra steps and pulled a larger box of the same cookies off the shelf. 

Of course it had worked on Robbe! Hanna groaned internally. They’d always been so ridiculous.

Sander’s reaction was instantaneous. “Ugh, you—” his eyes cut to Amelia, and dropping his voice too low for Hanna to hear, he finished the sentence with something that made Robbe giggle.

Robbe tossed him the cookies, and after dropping them into the basket, Sander whirled on Robbe, fisting his shirt and tugging him into a hug with the stupidest “I’m madly in love with you” smile on his face.

This time Hanna had to roll her eyes. Sander never could hide his feelings…or keep his hands off of Robbe. Some things never changed.

Robbe hugged him back, his face disappearing into Sander’s neck for a moment, and Amelia patted his head, her legs swinging wildly again. Sander’s hand stilled her kicking foot, and she shouted a dismayed, “Dada!” He leaned over Robbe’s shoulder to kiss her cheek, and then stepping back, he took Robbe’s hand and led them back to the basket. They moved down the aisle holding hands, chatting quietly with one another, all smiles.

Now that was different. Sander and Robbe didn’t hold hands, not like that, all coupley and cute. They’d always hugged and touched excessively, but hand holding…not so much. Some things apparently had changed.

As they reached the end of the aisle, Hanna’s eyes nearly flew out of her head. Robbe’s hand moved to Sander’s far hip, and hugging him in, he pressed a kiss to Sander’s neck. Flushing pink and visibly melting, Sander lifted his left hand to Robbe’s face and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. Robbe followed it with a turn of his head to leave a kiss on Sander’s palm, which brought Hanna’s attention to Sander’s new tattoo…on his ring finger!

Sander gave Robbe a dopey, adoring smile, and then taking his hand once again, they left, disappearing from view as they turned the corner.

They were—

Holy shit.

Sander and Robbe were together, and if his new tattoo was any indication, they might even be married!

What the fuck had happened?

Last time she’d seen them, Sander had been hiding from his feelings, and Robbe had been oblivious to all of it, happily dating another man and living his best platonic soulmate life. It would have been comical if she hadn’t been wrapped up in it (and yet the petty part of her had still found it somewhat satisfyingly tragic).

She’d known Robbe for over two years. Not once had he returned Sander’s longing glances. Not once had he ever truly seen Sander. She’d been so sure it was unrequited. As the jealous other woman, or at least contender for Sander’s affection, she would know, right?

What had changed?

Obviously something had happened because Robbe was just as disgustingly in love now. It was obvious. If she hadn’t been initially distracted by Amelia and Sander, she would have seen it right away. Still, the concept was so foreign to her she thought she could be forgiven for not noticing it. 

They’d made the sweetest picture, standing there at the end of the aisle, staring adoringly into one another’s eyes, all gooey and touchy-feely.  

Two years ago this development would have made her angry and filled her with jealousy, but now it didn’t matter. She was happy for him…for them, all three of them.

She’d never forgotten her parting words to Sander—using Robbe’s indifference as a weapon. She’d felt so guilty about it. It hadn’t been fair, and while it had been true (as far as she knew at the time), it had been mean. She almost wanted to apologize to him, but…she also didn’t want to talk to him.

This was better. Seeing them like this and knowing everything was fine, that Sander and Amelia were better than fine, was exactly what she needed. She could now close the door on that chapter of her life with no worries or regrets. She could move on. 

More than anything, though, she was grateful to have gotten a peek at Amelia, to hear her laughter. Hanna would be lying if she said she never thought about her. She thought about her all the time but in an abstract way with curiosity, not longing. She wondered and imagined, and now she had a face to add to her musings. 

She also had to admit it felt good to have confirmation that she’d made the right choice. Amelia was beautiful. She was happy. She was loved. She had everything she needed. She was far better off here with them than she would have been with Hanna under any circumstances. 

No, Hanna had no regrets. As she strode back to her cart, she wished them well with her whole heart, but just in case, she hid in the frozen section at the back of the store for a few minutes to make sure they didn’t run into one another in the check out lane.

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Unpopular opinion: the miracle is not a very good album😬

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oooh ehrhmmmmm, it's definitely not their best but I also won't say it's their worst. it's definitely interesting that they approached every song as their collective creation no matter who the original songwriter is and released everything under the name of "Queen", considering the final product lol. I feel like all the songs on this album definitely reflected this working process, they all sound more fused and coherent in style and sound, not as eclectic as their previous albums (which tend to be ones I love) but in a way, each song loses the distinct signature characteristics that come with each member's unique songwriting. It's like each of them added their own input on each song as a group so much that it rubbed away and sanded down all the quirks and edges that the typical Queen song would have, the very exact quirks and edges that would probably otherwise annoy the hell out of the other three and start explosive arguments in the studio lmao. I think this brought them together as a band again but maybe caused their songwriting to suffer a bit??? idk 🙈🙈🙈 Maybe I just don't particularly like this late 80s sound of theirs lol. Lots of the songs on this album sound like fillers. There are some absolute bangers on it though: I love IWIA and Breakthru. I think one reason why is that they still hold the very distinct style of Brian and Roger's songwriting, while some other songs sound muddy and flat in terms of sound. This album is kinda boring and not very impressive as a Queen album.

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happy birthday AM album here are some thoughts i've had about it over the years

 For me, AM tells a story of learning to be vulnerable, and it does it so flawlessly. You get all these sneaky question songs (DIWK, RUM, WYOCMWYH) which are all steeped in many layers of indirection--- DIWK isn’t asking “how do you feel?” it’s “I’m so hung up on you i’m losing my mind but I can’t bring myself to ask you the question because I’m scared of what you’ll say either way”; RUM isn’t the narrator asking the object of his affection “Are you mine?” the lyric is “All I want to hear her say is, ‘Are you mine?’” as in, “I want to play the game just right so that she has to ask me how I feel rather than the other way around so I don’t have to be the one to start that conversation.”

Then you’ve got “One For The Road” in which the central question is: “I’ve been wondering whether later when you tell everybody to go will you pour me one for the road?” which is just the narrator trying to manifest her asking him to stay after everyone else leaves.

“Arabella” and “I Want It All” are less question centered, but IWIA is important to contrast with IWBY — the former is saying he wants “blind faith, heartache, mind games, mistakes” and her “sweet rigamarole,” he wants this cat and mouse game they’re playing, while IWBY is saying he wants every single mundane moment of hers; he wants to be at her mercy; he’s learned to be completely vulnerable with her.

“No. 1 Party Anthem” is an infinitely interesting song to me, from the title (their first hit was a literal number one party anthem... idk what it means but i think about it a lot) to the imagery (leather jacket collar popped like antennae...sunglasses indoors...lights in the floor and sweat on the walls... and so on and so on) to the vocal delivery (especially on the bridge) it’s just so rich. In terms of the vulnerability theme, for me it’s an inverse and opposite reaction to the complicated feelings he has with the main object of his affections — he’s going out to find a one night stand to take his mind off the whole thing; he’s retreating into this cool guy persona to avoid being emotionally vulnerable.

The back half of the album represents more growth than the first half, with “Mad Sounds” as a little intermission between the two. “Fireside” is honestly the one I have the hardest time with but the general gist is pretty straight forward: I still love you deeply, deeply. In a lot of ways it’s calling back to DIWK — “All these secrets I can’t keep” is a progression from “How many secrets can you keep?” and then there’s “I just cannot manage to make it through the day without thinking of you lately” which is basically the whole plot of DIWK. Except this song comes across as a lot more tender, a lot less slick and cool. 

WYOCMWYH is a clear progression of more directness, more open communication, as the story goes on, if only on her end. “Snap Out of It” is even more direct, but there are still levels of obfuscation. I think of it as saying, “Hey that guy’s all wrong for you but like i’m not going to do anything about it.” Which is getting a lot closer to a real romantic confession but not quite there yet. 

And then you’ve got “Knee Socks” which is mostly just very slinky memories of what this relationship used to be, but there is one moment of vulnerability: “You and me could have been a team.” Wanting to be a team is a lot more sincere than wanting mind games and mistakes.

And then, of course, all the sexy, slinky, tough guy imagery melts away in IWBY in possibly the least sexy opening line possible: “I wanna be your vacuum cleaner.” This song puts the narrator completely at the mercy of his love and puts all the power in her hands; he says he wants to be hers because he’s giving up control. He doesn’t want “4 in some velvet morning” or a “helter skelter ‘round her little finger” or any of the alcohol-soaked antics of the rest of the album; he wants the utterly unsexy, completely mundane moments of a life together. Her vacuum cleaner, her car, her coffee pot, her heater. Secrets come back again on the closing track, and he’s giving them up completely: “Secrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought. Maybe I just wanna be yours.”

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One day in the middle of summer 2019, I got a song stuck in my head. Well, it was less of a song and more of a fragment, a shard, half a line. It was, “crawling back to you.” That’s it. Over and over and over, my last two brain cells screamed those four words at each other. 

I had no idea why it was stuck in my head, what song it was from, who sang it, or even what decade the song was released. For some reason I briefly thought it was maybe a Black Keys song. Sifting through their discography was a dead end, and I resigned myself to never knowing what song had burrowed itself into my poor little brain.

That is, until a Hozier video popped up in my YouTube recommended. He’d changed the key of the song he was covering, so I didn’t recognize it right away, but then he got to the chorus. “Crawling back to you,” he sang, and it was like lightning zinging down my spine. 

He was covering “Do I Wanna Know?” by some band called Arctic Monkeys. I knew nothing about them, and I still had no idea how that song had gotten stuck in my head, but at least I knew what it was now. 

That moment ended up changing my life.

Looking up “Do I Wanna Know?” on Spotify slowly snowballed into me listening to the AM album every single day for months, and then diving into all their other albums, and then branching out into other rock and rock-adjacent music, and then picking up the guitar to learn the “Do I Wanna Know?” riff.

I’ve watched and enjoyed other artists playing guitar for my whole life, but it was the Arctic Monkeys and rock music that made me need to pick up a guitar, that gave me the motivation to go from guitar admirer to guitar player. 

That switch happened in 2020, which was also one of the darkest years of my life. It had been a downward spiral of a year since February, but things took a sharp turn for the worse when I lost my job in September. After that, I mostly just slept all day. There were many, many days where I did not want to shower or eat or get dressed or get out of bed. 

But I always wanted to play guitar.

With the weight of my beat-up old Yamaha in my lap, things seemed a little less bleak. It was a way of communing with the music that meant so much to me — it was no longer enough to just listen to it. Earbuds were not close enough. Until they figure out a way for me to drink music or to inject it directly into my veins, the only way to get the music into my body was to learn to play it. So that’s what I did.

After around ten months of practicing that old acoustic for an hour every day, my 24th birthday rolled around. That night, my parents presented me with my very own Squire Stratocaster, and I cried. To me, an electric guitar is power. An electric guitar is joy. And staring power and joy in the face after feeling helpless and hopeless for a whole year moved me to tears. 

Keep in mind, though, that none of this is to say I’m any good at guitar. I struggle with my barre chords, and every riff I know is clunky and stuttering in my tiny hands. But I am so looking forward to sticking around long enough to improve. 

That’s not something I would have said in September 2020, and you can trace that seismic shift in mindset all the way back to a song getting randomly stuck in my head almost two years ago. I still have no idea what sparked it, and at this point I have no choice but to believe it was some kind of divine intervention. 

I’m forever grateful.

[if-music-be-the-food-of-love]

Behind the Scenes of “I Want it All”

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

Another short one that I’ve been thinking about forever. Amelia is a little stinker, and I love her.

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That one’s mine

As Amelia grew older, Robbe and Sander couldn’t help noticing certain traits of theirs that showed up in her words and actions. Sometimes they were good things, like Amelia sitting on the couch, kicking her feet, completely absorbed in a book (à la Robbe), and sometimes they weren’t so good, like when she refused to come to dinner because she wasn’t done her book (…also Robbe). These moments made them feel proud and a little awed by her, especially Robbe, who marveled at the similarities in their personalities even though they weren’t biologically related. 

They started playing a game when it happened.

When Amelia sang along to a song, not missing a single lyric, Robbe turned to Sander and said, “Did you hear that? That’s you.” Snorting, Sander nodded. “Mmhmm, that’s my girl. She’s gonna be a Bowie fan.”

When Amelia climbed super high on the playground equipment and asked for a skateboard before she could run, Sander pointed at her and said, “That one’s yours.”

“Yeah,” Robbe agreed, running a hand through his messy hair, a look of both pride and panic on his face. Their little daredevil was going to be the death of them.

It was fun to claim their more positive traits, Robbe beaming when she copied Sander’s posture and mannerisms or Sander hugging him from behind, with a knowing, “Mmhmm,” as they watched her tell off the cat in Robbe’s exact tone. 

It was even more fun when they could blame something on the other. Amelia’s lack of regard for rules and boundaries was Sander through and through as far as Robbe was concerned, and he always liked to say, “That one’s yours,” when it happened.

Sander tried to blame her stubbornness on Robbe, but Robbe just lifted an imperious eyebrow at him and shook his head. “Fine. Fine. I’ll own it,” Sander groaned.

He got his revenge later, though, when she cursed for the first time. Sander glared hard at Robbe, who just grimaced sheepishly. He had no defense on that one. Whoops. “Uhh, yeah, that one’s mine. Sorry.”

The first time she rolled her eyes at them they were at a complete loss. They tried to blame one another, but it didn’t work. They were both culpable.  

When Amelia pushed a mean kid at school, Sander couldn’t help laughing for a moment, saying, “She’s all yours,” and making Robbe give her the ‘violence isn’t the answer’ lecture.

Sander nearly died of happiness when Amelia teased Robbe for the first time. He picked her up and whirled her around, shouting, “Mine. Mine. Mine,” as Robbe whined, “Not both of you now. I’m doomed.” Sander put her down, and she ran over to Robbe and kissed his cheek. It was probably supposed to be an apology, but she added afterwards, “But you really can’t sing, daddy!”

Their favorite, though, was when Amelia found a Sharpie and drew a matching soulmark on her wrist. It was more scribbles and loops than anything else, but it was recognizable as an imitation of the mark on their wrists. They were torn between being appalled and being ridiculously pleased. Sander shed proud tears between giggles, and Robbe hugged her. It took days to rub it off, much to their chagrin, but Amelia was pleased as could be. She’d hold it up to them and say, “See mine? I have one too, dada!”

As they tried to scrub it off for the third night in a row, Robbe narrowed his eyes at Sander and said, “Yours. This one is 100% yours.”

“I know.”

#wtfock #wtfam #sobbe #behind the scenes of iwia #i want it all #i have at least one more coming soon-ish #for whoever still wants these or cares about the fic

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Belarus has destroyed another Polish cemetery. USA takes the floor

Belarus has been destroying the cemeteries of Polish soldiers for months. The US Department of State referred to the case. "We call on Belarus to respect the sanctity and preserve the history of these places," says spokesman Vedant Patel.

On Thursday, August 25, the first information about the destruction of the cemetery of the Home Army soldiers in Surkonty in Belarus began to appear. The devastation was to look like an extensive special operation. Access roads to the necropolis were blocked by the Belarusian militia, and local residents were threatened with imprisonment if they protested against the actions at the cemetery.

The Polish authorities spoke quickly about the matter. “The barbarians of A. Lukashenka have destroyed another Polish cemetery in Belarus. […] The fallen will regain a worthy commemoration - it's just a matter of time. The guilty will suffer the consequences. Glory to the Heroes! " - wrote the head of the Chancellery of the Prime Minister, Michał Dworczyk. “Those who think that the human memory of heroes can be eradicated are very wrong. The regime will pay for these acts of barbarism, 'announced Łukasz Jasina, spokesman for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Another Polish cemetery destroyed by Belarus. The US took the floor The destruction of another Polish cemetery was commented on by Vedant Patel, spokesman for the US Department of State.

“We are concerned about reports that Belarus desecrated another cemetery dedicated to Polish fighters during World War II. We call on Belarus to respect the sanctity and preserve the history of these places, ”wrote Patel on Twitter.

Belarus is destroying Polish war cemeteries and monuments This is not the first time that Polish memorial sites have been destroyed in Belarus. At the beginning of July, the cemetery of the Home Army soldiers in Mikuliszki was razed to the ground. In the same month, the grave of Home Army soldiers in Stryjówka in the Grodno region was also devastated.

Recently, the graves were also devastated in Bogdany, Bobrowicze, Dyndyliszki, Iwia, Oszmiana, and Jodkiewicz in Wołkowysk

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