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georgiapeach30513 · 7 months

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Kinktober 2023, Day 1

The Girls Come Easy

Summary: You had built an audience as an influencer, and everybody was ready for you to document going to see your favorite band, but what was documented was not what you had expected. When the boys invited you backstage, and took your phone you was not prepared for them to broadcast the debauchery and chaos with them. One too many drinks and hits off whatever they gave you, and you became their toy for the night. A night you and all your followers would not soon forget…

Pairings: Lloyd Hansen X Reader X Clark Kent X Mickey Henry

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, oral sex, anal, double vaginal penetration, double penetration, threats of triple penetration, pinching, sucking, fingering, recording without knowledge, multiple orgasms, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.7K

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Taking out your phone, you look through the excited messages from your followers for this moment. A moment you have waited to happen for years. Not just going to see your favorite band with the dumbest name; The Twisted Turnips, but you had been invited to meet them. They had asked for you! But you couldn’t bring anyone with you, and you of course had said that was just fine. Anything to meet them.

The concert was amazing, but your adrenaline rush was still hanging in strong. You were going to pass out after this. Your body could only handle so much, and it was reaching its peak.

All three of them were disgustingly attractive; Mickey with his eyeliner, and penchant to never wear clothes. Lloyd with his perfect coiffed hair and a devious smirk. That man could ruin your life, and you would crawl on your knees for more. And then the brooding and dangerously handsome Clark. He was the quiet one of the group, but you just knew there was something underneath that coy exterior.

They had somehow found out you were going to be at their concert, and requested for you to come backstage. You? Each moment in this holding room feels like forever. Isolating you after a big concert is making your anxiety crash through the ceiling.

You settle back, picking at your nails with anticipation. Running through every different scenario you could think of for how this was going to go. But when that door creaks open, and you get the first flash of the bluest eyes, you stand up at attention. Lloyd’s devil may care attitude is more apparent in person. Mickey’s grin is damn near sadistic, and Clark is licking his lips like he had found his next meal.

“So what’s a pretty girl like you listening to trash like us for?” Lloyd’s voice was as smooth as butter. Laced with whatever booze or drugs he had consumed before coming to see you. He stalks around your body, letting his fingers run over your exposed skin, and it sends a sharp chill up your spine.

Alarms going off in your head, because the way they were staring at you like they were ready to devour you. And you like it. “Where’s your phone, sweetheart?” Mickey holds out his hand, and you give him an odd look. “We know you like documenting everything, but you shouldn’t document this. It’s private.”

“Oh. Okay, that seems fair,” when you hand him your phone, and Clark moves to stand in front of you quickly. His wide stature blocking you from seeing anything behind him. “So…why…why did…it’s hot in here,” you take a deep breath. It wasn’t hot it is stifling.

“I think it’s just you,” Lloyd whispers as his mouth closes in on your neck. He pushes his crotch into your backside, and you whimper, feeling the growing bulge. “What’s wrong? You can do your research on us, but we can’t on you?”

“Wh-wh-what?” Your words hiccup out while Mickey makes his return to your side. “What’re you…oh god,” you moan. Someone or some people had their hands cupping your covered pussy.

“God’s no longer here. We’re your gods. And we’re going to make sure you have the night to remember. Isn’t that what your filthy little mind thought up?” All three of them stop their ministrations. Crowding you, and making it impossible to move away from them. Eyeing you up, and needing you to confess.

“Clark?” Mickey whispers on your neck, and Clark pulls up his phone, clearing his throat.

“I lose all self control as Lloyd fucks deep into my cunt, while Clark owns my ass. Pounding me into next year, and Mickey fucks into my throat so hard, I know I died and gone to hell. There was no place for this amount of sin in heaven,” Clark speaks softly. Moving closer to you before his mouth hovers right over yours.

“Where…where did you get that?” Standing behind you, Lloyd pops open your pants. Sliding a hand down your front, letting his fingers slide through your slick. Palming over your clit when he enters two fingers. It is happening so fast, and you can’t catch your breath, but fuck this felt better than you could have ever imagined.

“One of your little followers informed someone, who knows someone, and it doesn’t matter. You wanted us to fuck you, and you proudly state it to the world that you are nothing but wet holes for us, we thought we’d be generous, and make you nothing but our filthy slutty soaking wet holes. A sweet whore for our enjoyment. Isn’t that what you wanted?” You whimper as Lloyd starts stretching you out with three fingers.

Your body starts to grind down on him as the other two touch and kiss over your body. Hands start ripping off articles of clothing, because who needs to take them off like a normal person? Letting your tits free and both Clark and Mickey attach their mouths to them.

Your eyes roll in the back of your head as you sink down into an unexplainable high. “There you go, honey. Three mouths, three dicks, and six hands that are going to destroy you. Give you some inspiration for your next smutty fantasy. See if you can describe the sounds we make, okay?”

The two men sucking on your tits pull off with a loud pop. Your nipples pebbled and swollen ache to have them back on your body, but they are just getting started. Lloyd looks over to some stand in the corner, giving it a wink, and brings your body in front of theirs.

Clark grabs your jaw, turning you to meet his mouth with a deep kiss. His tongue sliding past your lips, while Lloyd slaps at your tits. Grabbing them in both his meaty hands, he gives them a jiggle before holding tight to your waist.

Mickey lifts up your legs, and spreads you out wide, “Look at what a tight little pussy this is. Are you ready for us to make your dreams come true?” Mumbling out a yes over Clark’s tongue, Mickey walks in between your thighs. Letting Lloyd hold you up, and without warning his thick dick crashes into your warmth, and you pull away from Clark watching him stab into you. Relentless and hard, making you see stars.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, but Lloyd grabs hold of your nipples, pinching the nubs hard, “Oh, we’re just getting started. You’ll wanna stay away for the grand finale. What are you?”

Distracted. You are distracted and in a trance at Mickey cramming himself into you. Lost in watching your body stretch to accommodate him, every inch of him disappearing in the depths of your pussy.

“What are you?” Lloyd shouts, and Clark smacks you across the face. “What are you?”

“I’m…” what are you? You didn’t know what answer he was looking for. It is hard to concentrate on how freeing this felt.

“Are you our whore?” Clark circles his hand around your throat, and your mouth falls open. So much pleasure. Too much some might say, but if you die from cock, you’ll take it. Lloyd spits down into your open mouth, and you swallow it like it was the best thing you had ever tasted.

“Yeah, she’s our whore. Look at how well she’s taking Mickey’s cock. She didn’t even need to get used to the stretch, she just took it so well. But let’s hear that whore mouth say it. Tell me. What are you?” He asks again, and you whine as pleasure starts building in your tummy. Mickey is hitting all the right spots, and you can hardly focus, much less think.

“What the fuck are you?” Lloyd gives your nipples another hard squeeze, and Clark’s hold on your neck gets tighter right as Mickey races to the finish line. Letting your walls clench down tight around him.

“I’m your whore! I’m your fucking whore! Oh my fuuuuckk!” Mickey pulls out of you and holds your legs spread open. Slapping at your clit over and over again. You squirm. You try to bring your legs together as the gateway to hell gets ever closer.

Strings of your arousal pull off him, but he keeps slapping until your pleasure is squirting out on his face, and Lloyd places you on the floor. Face down, ass up when he squats behind you, gripping your hips so tight, you know you’re going to bruise. He starts railing into you. “You didn’t tell me how good this pussy felt? You like being used?”

“Uh huh,” your voice is already sounding a bit hoarse, but you didn’t want him to stop. You still needed to feel Clark. You need his girth in your body. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” the only word you could get out, and you didn’t want to know anything more. This was the perfect definition of what you wanted, and how you wanted it.

It had become tiring to be this perfect influencer, so to have three men use you, telling you what you need, is setting your world on fire, and it was the best feeling. “Yes! Yes!”

“You’re enjoying this, huh? Look at this sloppy little cunt. Got you creaming all over my cock. You going to let us each come in this pussy? Watch as we leak out of that abused hole? Or do you want each hole filled with cum? Be our little cumdump.”

“Yes. Yes! Yes, I do! Fuck me! Fuck your whore. Fucking…ahh!” Your fingers dig into the floor, trying to find something to ground yourself as more pleasure builds up. “Lloyd, I’m going to…” it happens all so fast and your legs start to tremble from pleasure. “I’m coming. Fuck, yes. Fuck!”

He picks you up by your waist, and starts lowering you over Clark. Having your back up against his chest on the coach, and Clark’s meaty hands hold onto you. Guiding you lower over his thick engorged cock, and you cry. Tears brim your waterline, but you persevere not stopping until your cunt swallows him whole, and Lloyd and Mickey point chuckling at how you are struggling to take him.

“Next place it’s going is your ass,” you whimper, and he starts bouncing you over him. Squatting over him, and hands on your chest when Mickey brings a phone right up to your cunt being stuffed full of Clark Kent. “Are you smiling for the camera?”

Answering only by the most pleasure filled mewls. He slams you harder over him, and you scream out nonsensical words. Unable to think of anything. “Mickey, let Lloyd hold the camera and let’s see if this pussy can take more.”

“You’re getting a lot of hearts, sweetheart,” Lloyd mumbles as he takes the phone from Mickey. Placing it right at your entrance as his band mate tries to stuff you more.

“No. No, it won’t fit. Ahh!”

“Shh,” Mickey coos down at you. “You wrote it. Let’s try.”

“Please, please!” You look at where the three of you are trying to connect and scream. You doubted your body's ability to take all that. Did they have to have such large cocks?

“Shh,” Clark is the one in your ear. Stilling his motions as he kisses softly over your neck. “We’ll make it fit. Go on, Mickey. She’s the little whore that wanted us in all kinds of ways. Fulfill her fantasies.”

Mickey gives a hard push, and tears spring to your eyes as he fills your cunt with another cock. It hurt so good. The fullness in your heated cunt with both of them in there was soothing. It felt right. “I’m about to bust a nut,” Mickey exhales. “My…fuckfuckfuck. It’s so tight. It’s fucking tight. Fuck. Fuck. Lloyd, you won’t fit in there this time.”

“What?” You sob, looking in between the two of them, trying to find Lloyd who was being the camera man.

“We’re going to make you watch this video later,” Lloyd threatens, keeping the camera right on your throbbing pussy.

“No! That was fiction!”

“You admitted you did the research. You watched some disgusting porn about a girl getting her pussy stuffed with three cocks. You said it would be bliss to have the band as one with you,” Lloyd’s mouth turns up into an evil smirk as he moves the camera to your face.

“Her’s a little scared pussy cat. Come on, Sugar Tits, you said you were our whore. All your fans would love to know that you can take every cock.”

“I have three holes! Fuck me, raw, just not all in my pussy.”

“Tonight,” Lloyd adds in.

“Yeah, tonight. Ahh!” You hiss through your teeth as Mickey pulls out of you. Clark lifts you up, and moves his giant dick to your ass, and you bite down as a new sensation of pleasurable pain ripples through your body. Your ass had never been stretched out so wide. It happened so quickly, you couldn’t even think.

Mickey crawls onto the couch, straddling both you and Clark when he starts slapping you with his dick. “I got to stare at your ass?” Lloyd asks, positioning himself in between your thighs. “Fuck,” groaning as he pushes himself into your warmth, and Mickey does the same.

“Fucking whore!” Clark rumbles behind you. “Look at her taking every single one of us. All three of us, just like the goddamn whore she is. Hollow out those cheeks, Sugar Tits, we’re about to take advantage of your holes.”

You relax, letting the three of them command your body. Using you like their sex toy. Nothing has ever felt like this. You were ruined for life. It was the most glorious and freeing feeling being used for their pleasure. Grunts, growls, biting, slapping, and all on your body.

Deep into your body. Over and over again. Every part of your body ripples and recoils with their motions. “You’ve got two hands, too, Sugar Tits. Maybe next time the other two can join us, hmm? Such a fucking whore.”

“You look pretty with your makeup smearing down your face.”

“Kiss your Instagram, goodbye. I doubt after tonight you’ll have one,” they say words, but you can’t hear them. All you can do is feel. Every hard thrust into you takes you even further away from life. And closer to whatever hell they were living in.

Moaning out in pleasure until the four of you are just a sea of sin. Just when you think you can’t take anymore Mickey pinches your tits, Clark holds on to your neck, and Lloyd makes tight circles on your clit. Had it not been for Mickey jackhammering into your throat, they would hear what they were doing to you.

“Come!” Lloyd shouts, and cum from all three of them spurt deep into your channels, and you sigh as Mickey pulls out of your mouth, and stuffing his leaking cum back into your mouth.

Dumb on cock and pleasure. It is blissful. Your eyes start to close as Mickey brings someone’s phone back over to you. Holding it over your pussy as Lloyd pulls himself out. “You see what we did to her? Got her gaping, and leaking of cum. And look at this,” he brings the camera back to your face, and gives you a little slap.

You look at him with a dopey smile, and a whimper. “She’s good and dumb guys. Say bye to your favorite influencer. She’s our whore now. You heard it yourselves. I hope you enjoyed the show. Oh, you want to see her ass. Go on, big guy, they want to see your ‘seed’ leak out of her ass.”

“Mmm,” you whine as Clark pulls you off him. Showing your ass to the phone, but you're slowly falling asleep. It was amazing. You’re glad no one saw you.

“Yeah. It’s a pretty sight, seeing all those sloppy holes. Well. We’re signing off now. Goodnight,” Mickey ends the live feed on your instagram, ignoring all the calls, texts, and everything else that was popping up on your feed.

His finger moves around quickly as Lloyd and Clark tend to your exhausted body.

Deactivate.

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rocknrollflames · 4 months

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Izzy Stradlin and Gilby Clarke performing on stage together at The Cathouse in 1986 (possibly 1987). Riki Rachtman is also pictured.

Above photos by David Plastik (Dave Plas)

Okay - I have to post this because it is so cool. I have @juliannas-wild-oats to thank for the first photo, as well as the cropped photos of Izzy. I have @mycollectionmylife to thank for the second photo that they just recently posted and I am now later adding to this post. They were originally posted by Dave Plastik on Facebook. However, he claims these photos were taken circa 1987 - not late 1986. (I'm going to double check 1987 concert dates though.) I personally feel like they were taken on December 23, 1986, but don't quote me.

I'm a big Izzy fan, but I also like Gilby Clarke. As you know, Gilby replaced Izzy when he left GNR. The cool thing about that, was that Izzy was one of the very first people Gilby met when he moved to L.A. - they were friends. So, Izzy was pleased they chose Gilby as his replacement. Gilby was the lead singer for Candy, then went on to join Kill for Thrills, and of course he later joined GNR, then Slash's Snakepit. He is not only a musician, but a producer.

But what is even cooler is that this is a photo of Izzy jamming with Gilby's band, Candy, probably in late 1986. According to the photographer, it was taken at The Cathouse. The first time I saw the picture, the description said it was taken at The Glamour on Dec. 31, 1986, and it was Izzy jamming with Jetboy. I noticed Gilby right away and then realized it was Candy. But Candy is not listed as being on the bill that night on the online set lists and concert pages.

After some investigation, I decided it was either taken on October 9th or 18th, 1986 at Reseda Country Club/Country Club of Reseda/Chuck Landis' Country Club - or at The Cathouse on December 23, 1986 - though Candy is not listed (anywhere I looked) as being on the ticket that night with GNR, Faster Pussycat, L.A. Jetboy, and L.A. Guns. However, the ticket/bill does list '& Special Guests'. So, I thought perhaps they actually were on the ticket, but just not listed in the records. Now I know this is in fact The Cathouse, and the sixth person on stage is Riki Rachtman.

I'm including a pic of Izzy hanging with Mickey Finn, Billy Rowe, and Timo Kaltio taken the same night. I just found a cool pic of Mickey Finn on stage with Izzy and Candy as well, but I cannot get into FB to download it right now. I will add it once I have it.

I just think this pic is extremely special in terms of GNR history, as well as Izzy and Gilby's history together. So, I just HAD to post it. Thanks @juliannas-wild-oats for posting those great pictures.

I'm including a photo taken almost 7 years later, of Gilby and Izzy, when Izzy came back to GNR when Gilby was injured. The date was either May 29th or 30th, 1993. (I'm pretty sure the 30th, but I'll double check.)

What's even cooler about this pic is that it was taken at a show in which both Gilby and Izzy performed on stage with GNR, Ronnie Wood, and Michael Monroe. Just seriously cool GNR history right there. Izzy performing with members of the two bands he referenced as being his influences in GNR interviews - two bands he loved. I'll go ahead and add the link to the performance. I'm adding another pic of Izzy with Gilby on March 10th, 1995 at The Hard Rock Hotel and Casino opening in Las Vegas.

Izzy performed onstage with Gilby, Candy, and probably Mickey Finn in 1986, with Gilby, GNR, Ronnie Wood, and Michael Monroe in 1993, with Duff McKagan, Gilby, Matt Sorum, B.B. King, Bo Diddley and others at The Hard Rock Hotel Las Vegas in March 1995 and the following month, in April 1995, with Gilby and Slash's Snakepit (I have a great pic of Izzy and Slash on stage during that performance, but not one with Izzy and Gilby.)

Here is a flyer/invite for the 1986 Live Like a Suicide Christmas Party at The Cathouse December 23, 1986, when Candy was probably the special guest, and Izzy performed on stage with them.

Below: First four photos of Izzy Stradlin, Candy with Gilby Clarke, and Riki Rachtman (in leopard print coat) taken at The Cathouse according to Dave Plastik.

Fifth photo: Billy Rowe and Mickey Finn of Jetboy, Timo Kaltio, and Izzy Stradlin.

Sixth photo: Izzy Stradlin, Gilby Clarke, and Ronnie Wood.

Video: Ronnie Wood, Izzy Stradlin, Michael Monroe, Gilby Clarke and Guns N' Roses.

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Above photos: Duff Mckagan, Gilby Clarke, Izzy Stradlin. March 10, 1995, The Joint, Hard Rock Hotel and Casino Las Vegas. Above stage photo: Duff, Gilby, Izzy, and Matt Sorum with B.B. King, and Bo Diddley.

Below: Band flyers and photos of Gilby with Candy. Note the GNR and Faster Pussycat reference.

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bigolbadblog · 3 months

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🥞pancake breakfast🥞

a soft, sweet f/f feedist drabble. this one cuts off before it gets too steamy, just bc i'm tired and i wanted to post something on Pancake Day, but i'm hoping to come back to this concept and these characters in the future. hope you enjoy!

It takes careful effort to settle the cast-iron griddle on the stove without making any noise, but it's worth it. To Bianca, at least. She turns the heat medium-high and fights the urge to sing aloud as she turns back to the counter. She pours the wet ingredients into the dry and whisks, just enough to break up the clumps.

The griddle is heating up. She wets her fingers at the kitchen sink and flicks arcs of water over it. The droplets sizzle and steam, and Bianca repeats the test just for fun, enjoying the flick of her long pink nails, the way the water dances on the glossy black iron. Satisfied, she greases the griddle.

And then she's off to the races, ladling batter over the hot griddle, big generous pancakes, little hand-held pancakes, silver dollars and Mickey Mouses and even one shaped- a little lopsidedly, she's not an artist- like a heart. The first batch is plain, but once they're done, she starts getting fancy with it. The next batch gets fresh blueberries, delicately dropped into the cooking pancakes and crowned with another dollop of batter to keep them from sticking when she flips the pancakes over. Then it's banana slices and chopped walnuts, and then she's measuring out miniature chocolate chips when she feels a pair of strong hands on her waist and a soft belly against her back. She yelps, and behind her, there's a familiar laugh.

“Majorrrrr,” Bianca whines, without any real edge. “This was supposed to be breakfast in bed! I've been so sneaky.”

She twists around to face Major, and feels her heart flutter the same way it did when she first saw her walk into that PTA bake sale years ago. Major's short salt-and-pepper hair is a mess, sticking up every which way, and she's still in her pajamas- if you can even call them that. A pair of plaid boxer shorts and a concert t-shirt so thoroughly aged that Bianca's not even sure she could read the band name. It's a chilly mid-February morning, but Major always runs warm. She gives Bianca a smile, and at least for the moment, Bianca runs warm too.

“Not sneaky enough,” Major teases, tapping her nose. “Did you really think I wouldn't sniff you out?”

“Or maybe I just thought you'd be patient?”

“Not a chance. Hey, anything I can do to help cook?”

“Nope. I'm almost done. You can help eat, though.” Bianca nods to the pile of already-made pancakes, sitting heaped on a plate under a sheet of tin foil.

“Oh, pour moi?” Major pretends to notice the plate for the first time. “Quelle surprise!”

“Yeah, yeah. Sit down and eat up. Next batch is chocolate chip.”

“Yes, ma'am.” Major takes the laden plate and sits down at the kitchen table, where Bianca's already set out butter, syrup, and jam. “You sure know how to spoil a woman, don't you?”

Bianca pours the chocolate chips into the remaining batter, then takes a moment to lean back against the kitchen counter and admire Major. She'd had that band shirt since before they even started dating. Back then, it had been a size or two too big. These days… well, that extra size or two gave it a little more longevity than most of Major's pre-Bianca wardrobe. So did the fact that Major had cut the sleeve and neck holes bigger. But Bianca swears she's been noticing Major adjusting that bottom hem a lot more than she used to.

“Yeah,” Bianca smiles, watching Major butter up a pancake, ”I guess I do.”

#wg fiction #soft feedism #qfa #lesbian feedism #feeding kink

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moonchild-in-blue · 4 months

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Hi, bit late but coming in for the end of the year asks (at least i think i have not asked you yet): 10, 17 and 21 if it's okay? 🫶🏻

Never ever late, these are always welcome!! I just wander a lot at night hehe 🧛‍♀️

10 - Something that made you cry this year?

Happy tears - concerts! (although I was at one of the last P!ATD shows and they were mostly bittersweet 🥲) ; best friend got married!! ; music is beautiful!! ; friends are funny! ; i saw a very pretty golden sunset last week with a rainbow and it made me cry!! 🌈☀

Sad tears - ~depression and mental illness in general~ ; music is beautiful AND heartbreaking ( hello Mr Vessel) ; movies/shows and books are sad! ; my fav kpop band has gone to the army and my heart is sad ; my friends are amazing and I wish I could give them the better version of me 🥺 ; the world is cold cruel place and I wish people could be a bit more compassionate towards each other

Silly tears - I had a meltdown in public because *too much people and noises* ; there's this one penguin video i have saved on my Instagram that breaks my heart ; cartoons make me cry

17 - Post a picture from the end of the year

Sky from a few weeks ago ; soup from last week

21 - What's something new about your place of residence now vs start of the year?

Well, I'm currently renovating my room so, big big changes. A cute, small addition would be maybe this cute lil Mickey figurine from the Sorcerer's Apprentice short from Fantasia (the one with the mops and the wizard hard!)

#fun asks! a bit long answers (sorry)#ask game #darya answers

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chicanomick · 2 years

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Au time y’all

Mickey is the guitarist in a band. Ian is a fan who just so happens to be childhood friends with the guitarist’s sister.

Ian and Mickey have been dancing around each other since high school and it isn’t until Mickey’s band hit it big and starts going public that they became serious. Pining exclusive for each other. Flirting and teasing but neither of them bitting the bullet and asking the other out. It’s become a sort of game to see who breaks down first.

During one of the bands concerts Ian and Mandy are chillin in the front row.

Mickey and Ian have been obviously vibing and giving eachother eyes the whole concert so when Mickey’s guitar solo comes on he drops to his knees playing. The crowd goes wild and the groupies are reaching out to him like he’s a god.

But he only has eyes for the wild green eyed red head. They gravitate towards one another until they meet in the middle with a kiss. The crowd goes wild.

Mickey doesn’t stop playing guitar as they basically full on making out. Ian is like halfway crawling on stage to keep kissing mickey but eventually the lead singer and body guards pull them apart. The show goes on. Neither of them taking their eyes off each other, smiling like idiots.

Inspo!!

#gallavich #shameless #yaya writes #band au #ig #can’t sleep won’t sleep until I posted this #idk if it has potential to be a full fic so have this instead #gallavich fanfic #shameless fanfic

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timelesstimesgoneby · 1 year

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Timeline Settings Disney Animated Canon Fantasia: Rite Of Spring 65,000 BCE Brother Bear 10,000 Bc Atlantis The Lost Empire 7000 BC Fantasia 2000: Pomp And Circumstance 1800 BCE Firebird Suite 1590 BCE Fantasia: The Pastoral Symphony) 1277 BCE Hercules 1179 Bce The Lion King 1178 Bce Moana 984 Bce Maui Gone Fishing short 984 Bce Ye Olden Days short 800 A.D. The Sword In The Stone 400s The Sword In The Stone 400s The Black Cauldron Dark Ages 570 Fantasia The Sources Apprentice 740 Aladdin 800s Fantasia Night On Bald Moutian 1025 Robin Hood 1194 Sleeping Beauty 1300s The Hunchback Of Notre Dame 1482 The Emperor's New Groove -1500 Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs Early 1500s Pocahontas 1607 Fun And Fancy Free: Mickey And The Beanstal 1734 Beauty & The Beast 1770s The Adventures Of Ichabod 1790 Melody Time: The Legend Of Johnny Appleseed 1795 Tangled 1820 50th Anniversary Animation Countdown short 1820 Frozen 1820 Tangled Ever After short 1841 Melody Time: Pecos Bill 1858 Alice In Wonderland 1862 Fantasia 2000 The Steadfast Tin Soldier 1865 Cinderella Mid 1860s Home On The Range Mid 1875s Fantasia Dance Of The Hours 1876 Tarzan Mid 1882 Disneypedia Living In The Jungle short 1882 Pinocchio 1883 Make Mine Music: The Martins And The Coys 1885 Make Mine Music: The Whale Who Wanted To Sing At The Met 1886 Make Mine Music Casey At The Bat 1888 Make Mine Music Johny Fedora And Alice Bluebonnet 1889 Melody Time Once Upon A Wintertime 1890 The Little Mermaid Mid 1890s Fantasia Nutcraker 1892 The Jungle Book 1893 Basil The Great Mouse Detective 1897 So You Think You Can Sleuth short 1897 Peter Pan 1900 Mr Toad 1906 Lady & The Tramp 1908 The Aristocats 1910 Atlantis The Lost Empire 1914 Fantasia 2000 Pines Of Rome 1924 The Many Adventures Of Winnie The Pooh 1926 Winnie The Pooh And A Day For Eeyore Short 1926 Mini Adventures Of Winnie The Pooh Short 1926 Winnie The Pooh 1926 The Ballad Of Nessie Short 1926 Get A Horse Short 1928 Fantasia 200 RHAPSODY BLUE 1932 The Flying Mouse short 1934 "The Band Concert short 1935 " Make Mine Music Peter And The Wolf 1936 Make Mine Music Blue Bayou 1936 "Elmer Elephant short 1936 " Thru the Mirror short 1936 Three Blind Mouseketeers short 1936 The Old Mill short 1937 Farmyard Symphony short 1938 The Brave Little Tailor short 1938 Paperman Short 1940 "Lend a Paw Short 1941 " Dumbo 1941 Fun And Fancy Free Bongo 1941 The Reluctant Dragon short 1941 Saludos Amigos 1942 South Of The Border With Disney short 1942 Bambi 1942 Symphony Hour short 1942 The Three Caballeros 1944 Make Mine Music All The Cats Join In 1946 "A Knight for a Day short 1946 " Bath Day short 1946 Melody Time Little Toot 1948 "Pueblo Pluto short 1949 " "Puss Cafe short 1950 " "Lambert the Sheepish Lion short 1951 " Donald Applecore short 1952 Water Birds short 1952 "Trick or Treat short 1952 " Don's Fountain of Youth short 1953 Casey Bats Again short 1954 Grand Canyon short 1958 101 Dalmatians 1961 Rescuers 1-2 1970s inner workings short 1980s The Fox & The Hound 1981 Oliver & Company 1988 Fantasia 2000: The Carnival Of The Animals 1999 Lilo & Stitch 2002 Chicken Little 2002 Easter Egg Runt On The Litter short 2002 Easter Egg Foxy Loxy Short 2002 Meet The Robinsons 2007 Keep Moving Forward Invention short 2007 Bolt 2008 Super Rhino short 2008 Wreck-It Ralph 2012 Big Hero 6 2014 Feast short 2014 Tokyo Go short 2014 Zootopia 2016 Wreck-It Ralph 2 2018 Meet The Robinsons 2037 Treasure Planet 10000000000000000000...

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depressedstressedlemonzest · 2 years

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WIP day, newest day of the week

Tagged by @doodlevich @flamingbluepanda @energievie and @sisitrip to share bits of what I'm working on.

BUT

I at the moment don't have any chapter drafts, so I'll just share all the WIPS and little blurbs about them.

Stranger Things

Chrissy Wake Up

Chrissy has nightmares and looks to Eddie for help. She also begins to lose the chains that her mother and Jason tie her down with thanks to Eddie's help and acceptance.

The New Girl At Hawkins High

Eddie Munson x Plus size reader where the reader is new to Hawkins and Eddie is drawn to her. Inviting her to join Hellfire for the night.

Gallavich/Shameless

Can We Skip To The Good Stuff

Mandy drags Mickey to a concert where they have a VIP pass to play dodgeball with the band and the crew, Mickey clocks the redhead in the face, gets taken back by security and talks with the redhead, hitting it off. Only when he sees Ian on stage does he realize he's the main singer.

The Upside

After Ian is injured after a bipolar manic episode that leaves him with c7 quadriplegia and in a wheelchair his older sister and brother decide he needs a caretaker.

Mickey is needing a job to appease his parole officer when he accidentally applies as Ian's life auxiliary. Which means up close and personal time with the redheaded boss.

Spare Parts

After a run with Terry goes bad and Mickey is shot, he has to undergo surgery to get his right arm and his right leg. His world is turned upside down as he tries to rehabilitate and cope with the sudden changes he is going through.

Ian is a physical therapist dealing with inner mental health problems and is working at Mountain Heights Physical Therapy when a tough looking brunette woman comes in to make an appointment for her brother.

Knight in a Shining Youber

Mickey is an uber driver, one night picking up a couple from the Fairy Tale he realizes the ginger is drugged out of his mind and the geriatric fuck he's with is taking advantage of him. Mickey takes Ian somewhere safe until he can sober up and tell him where he can take him.

Ian doesn't have anywhere to go, he's in dept to a drug dealer and he's recently been abused in several ways and his mind is all fucked up. When he wakes up to an unfamiliar surroundings with a blue eyed man making breakfast he doesn't know what to think, where to go. But Mickey is there to help.

Once Upon a Food Truck

Mickey and Ian are rival food truck operators in Chicago and when they begin fighting over a parking spot it starts to get personal with views being racked up on social media, the rivals decide a little fake dating for the fans will get them both plenty of customers. But the fake dating starts getting a little more realer than the two planned.

Valorous Vigilantes

Ian is an EMT when he gets a call to go to the Alibi where there's a fight happening. He's surprised to see Mickey Milkovich getting beat close to death by his father, even more surprised to find out that Terry was beating him because Mickey came out as "a big ol mo." Ian picks Mickey up and takes him to the hospital.

Once admitted Ian visits him and finds out more about Mickey than he had planned.

Big Top Beloveds

(This one doesn't get regularly updated, I just needed to get this bit out of my head.)

Mickey Milkovich is the new Circus Ringmaster/owner of the Gallagher Circus, Terry won it from Frank as a form of payment and is throwing the responsibility to Mickey, thinking it's a shit job. Mickey, completely out of his element, starts changing things around much to the irritation and anger of some members there, the tall redhead being one of them. Ian Gallagher is one of the acrobats and aerial performers of his father's circus, when a new ringmaster joins them and starts to change shit around Ian is pissed, until he realizes that the new ringmaster is the man with the stunning blue eyes from before.

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Dollar Bin #12:

Mickey Newbury's Live at Montezuma Hall / Looks like Rain

I don't recommend you storm your local Dollar Bin in desperate search of this double album from Mickey Newbury.

Rather, I insist that you do so. Now.

You're still sitting there, so I'll explain what you'll get for your dollar: a seemingly unedited concert from 73 on Disc 1, and a full reissue of Newbury's 69 studio record, Looks Like Rain, as a bonus disc.

Today, on its own, copies of Looks Like Rain cost $30 to $100 or more. And that's if you are lucky enough to find a copy. As near as I can tell, just about all of Newbury's catalog is stone cold out of print in every purchase format from download to 8 track. Newbury's grandkids must have Ph.D's in economics and some kind of master plan; or they're just pissed.

But fret not. No one need pound the pavement or their discogs keyboard. No one need take out a home loan for a copy of the original record. Looks Like Rain is waiting for you in the Dollar Bin, attached to the Montezuma concert. I saw four available copies last week alone.

And so, let me now declare that this double album Is The Soundest Investment Of 2023. You heard it here first day traders: don't buy low; don't sell high. Buy Mickey Newbury.

Let's start with Looks Like Rain.

1969 was a pretty big year in music, yes? Astral Weeks and Electric Ladyland came out in late 68, so let's start the countdown of epic greatness there. The Velvet Underground, Five Leaves Left, Everybody Knows This is Nowhere, Dusty in Memphis, Abby Road, The Band, Songs from a Room, Let it Bleed, At San Quentin, In a Silent Way, Clouds: 1969 is not a good year in music, it's The Best Year in Music. Fairport Convention managed to release not just one, but three timeless records all in that one year.

You won't find Looks Like Rain listed alongside those albums on any best-of lists. But that's only because people are dumb. After all, look at the current presidential polling.

Newbury's 69 record offers glorious space between every note, much like Van Morrison's phrasing in Astral Weeks' or Young's soloing in Down By the River. Take a listen to She Even Woke Me Up To Say Goodbye. The percussion and choir are barely there; a song that could be 45 seconds long, start to finish, gloriously stretches itself out to shimmer and glow, then gives way to the pulsing rain.

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Newbury's lyrics throughout this record are often timeless, much like Leonard Cohen's own writing from that year. Sure, no one, short of T.S. Eliot with his patient etherized on a table, can stand alongside Cohen when he compares a bird on a wire to a drunk in a midnight choir, and no one else in that, or maybe any, year could rewrite Genesis's story of Issac as an updated Masters of War complete with a peacock waiving its fan, but Newbury offers us miniaturized perfections that set the stage for Kris Kristofferson's imminent arrival the following year. Just listen to him describe a lost love:

It's not her heart Lord, it's her mind.

She didn't mean to be unkind.

Why, she even woke me up to say goodbye.

I could go on and on. The album, with its sitars, sound effects and transitional whistling, is as experimental for country music as Abby Road or In a Silent Way were for pop and jazz respectively. Newbury's vocals ache and individualize - no one else will ever sing like this - in ways Lucinda Williams, Tom Waits and Tom Petty would spend their entire careers emulating. Nothing here is dull; everything is wholly original. I'd happily eat Newbury's poison red berries any day; and I'd chase them down with Van's cherry wine.

Just listen to T. Total Tommy. The rain gives way to a Fotheringay-like guitar piece that merges with Kenny Buttrey's insistent cymbal work (which he'd forever cement in all our minds through Heart of Gold two years later) and a beautifully bent bass line. Newbury overlays this lovely tension with his own midnight choir, finger snaps and lead vocals that are somehow wise, sad and joyful all at once. Some men kill with bullets, Newbury tells us. Others, use a pen. I'd happily listen to 16 more verses of this song but Newbury shuffles off early as we rush to flip the record.

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And remember: this is just 1/2 of what you get from this Dollar Bin diamond.

Live from Montezuma Hall finds Newbury playing the part of Jerry Jeff Walker's wise uncle. At the same time Walker was guzzling Sangria in Luckenbach, Newbury was greeting his audience with humble, often incomprehensible, hilarity. But sides of the record start with Newbury rambling, first about a pot smoker halfway up in the audience, then second about a neighbor of his parents' hound dogs. I have no idea what he's saying some of the time but I love every moment, and I can understand why Kristofferson, Jennings and Nelson all bowed down to this guy even though the record buying public largely ignored him.

Both of his side opening rambles give way to foot stompers, then we dive straight into some of the best white guy soul music I know of. But there's a problem lurking on Side 2...

I imagine that one of the biggest reasons Newbury's music hasn't taken off this century is the nature of his most famous song, An American Trilogy, which Elvis co-opted throughout the 70s. I'm a dad to three cool kids and they always perk up when Newbury is playing in the house. But every time American Trilogy starts up on the turntable I rush to turn it off. It's 2023. Black Lives Matter, and no one reasonable, including me, is real excited to hear Confederate marching music, even if Newbury is doing the singing.

It's a shame. If Newbury, who died over 20 years ago, had lived to see the present moment, he'd have had the chance to speak about the song and put things in better perspective. Gordon Lightfoot did a wonderful job with this kind of thing at the end of his life by frankly apologizing for the mysogenistic nature of many of his early songs.

Not everyone gets this kind of thing right though. Stephen Stills is still alive and well, and he has yet to apologize for his entire body of work. He should do so.

Now, I know nothing about Newbury's politics or attitude towards people of color. But, happily, a full listen to Live At Montezuma offers a strong potential defense against the idea that he was a racist through and through. His intro to Cortelia Clark, and the song itself, offers, to my privileged white ears anyway, the strong hope that Newbury could be deeply thoughtful and caring towards people less privileged than himself.

Okay, we talked all that through. Let's go out on a high note, shall we? Take a listen to another of Newbury's timeless classics, this one from Frisco Mabel Joy, then go spend all your hard earned cash on every Newbury record your local Dollar Bin offers. I promise great returns on your investment.

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Hope you all are well. Thanks for reading.

#Youtube #mickey newbury #stephen stills still sucks #1969 #jerry jeff walker

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Willie Nelson Brings Outlaw Music Festival to Forest Hills Stadium

Outlaw Music Festival – Forest Hills Stadium – September 17, 2023

You don’t so much attend a Willie Nelson concert these days as you conform to its warmly understated, sometimes leisurely, sometimes-invigorating pace. Then again, he’s always seemed to have that pause-a-sec-and-listen effect: Whether 30 or 90, delivering sad-eyed, tear-in-beer weepers, tender folk, inspiring hymns or outlaw country rousers, he’s got you. Hearing him play, surrounded by his adoring band, still has that time-stopping quality, and Forest Hills Stadium was in thrall to one of American music’s true and unimpeachable legends on a rainy but warm Sunday evening.

The Outlaw Music Festival, a going concern for a while now, is Willie’s eclectic seasonal caravan, loading up a sprawling six-hour bill with a range of artists that don’t sound quite like Nelson but are at the same time just right for a show like this, underscoring his own lineage and place in the history of many potent strains of Americana. As ever, he and his impressive band crowned the show with an hour-long set of their own, setting a brisk but not workmanlike pace through his classics (“Whiskey River,” “Mammas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys,” “On the Road Again,” “I Gotta Get Drunk,” “Always On My Mind,” “Roll Me Up and Smoke Me When I Die”) and those of friends and favorites, including Billie Joe Shaver’s “I Been to Georgia on a Fast Train,” “Stay a Little Longer” from the Bob Willis catalog, “Move It On Over” from Hank Williams, and the immortal “Georgia on My Mind.” Willie’s sung these songs thousands of times, but each one still felt like a warm embrace, even the wistful ones, and even the ones for which he wouldn’t need to do more than go through the motions but is just too classy for that.

About the bill: There were plenty of willing conspirators and indeed, half the fun of a tour like this is the cross-pollination and spirit of collaboration that happens throughout. No less than Norah Jones — a surprise guest, unannounced — low-key sat in on keyboards for most of the Willie set. (It wasn’t even clear it was her until she took a few backing vocals and then a full verse of “I Gotta Get Drunk.”) Harmonica ace Mickey Raphael — a stalwart of Nelson’s band — joined for sections of earlier sets from Los Lobos, the String Cheese Incident and Bob Weir & Wolf Bros using a range of harmonica modes, from sawing roadhouse blues to sweet-’n’-tender folk. And as ever, Willie made his customary invite to many of the musicians, including a game and all-smiles Weir, to join in for the rootsy, hymnal “Will the Circle Be Unbroken” and several more selections, hootenanny-ing up the stage to close the night.

Weir’s Wolf Bros — one of the most interesting post–Grateful Dead bands and as oddly compelling a capture of Weir’s Weir-ness as any other group he’s been part of — got about 90 minutes to roam as the night’s coheadliner and more than made the most of it. The core trio of Weir, Don Was and Jay Lane has mushroomed on the road into a full ensemble, including Weir’s longtime swingman Jeff Chimenti on keys and ace pedal steel from Barry Sless, plus a sturdy horns-and-strings section called the Wolfpack. That bigness was well used here: “Jack Straw,” “Estimated Prophet” (neatly segued into its forever companion, “Eyes of the World,” which itself neatly segued into Marvin Gaye’s “What’s Going On”), the Sunday-special “Samson & Delilah” and a rollicking “Turn On Your Lovelight” were Grateful Dead staples all getting jammy workouts.

Earlier came a potent set from jam-bluegrass stalwarts the String Cheese Incident, somehow now approaching their own 30th anniversary. And earlier still came the mighty Los Lobos — themselves, whoa, 50 years along! — who played a ripsnorting 45-minute frame full of cumbia and full-boogie rockers, including the beloved “Georgia Slop.” 30 years? 50 years? So much beautiful longevity here, but the bar appears to be 90 years, gang. —Chad Berndtson | @Cberndtson

Photos courtesy of Silvia Saponaro | @Silvia_Saponaro

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Comfort Tag Game!

Ohhh, let’s do this!

I was tagged by my dearest @creepkinginc and @movelikeyoustoleit so let’s see what my brain farts out!

What’s the first thing that comes to mind when you see the following:

song: Manila - George Ezra

band: Paramore

movie: Forrest Gump

actress / actor: Benedict Cumberbatch

tv show: Big Mouth (watching the new season right now and I just realized that Jay and Matthew reminds me a lot of Mickey and Ian XDDD)

concert video: Chester Bennington singing Rolling in the Deep

book: “The Alchemist” by Coelho

author: Neil Gaiman

poem: nothing, it’s been a while I don’t read poem, but I write haikus almost every day

character: you know he is not just my favorite but also constantly in my mind ahah!

piece of clothing: scarf (my neck is fucked up these days)

meal: pasta al pesto

snack: pretzel

drink: coffee

animal: platypus

room: my living room

Let’s tag a bunch of cool people! @energievie @look-i-love-u @depressedstressedlemonzest @shinygalaxyperson @jomilky @ianandmickeygallavich1 @vintagelacerosette and whoever wants to play!

#tag game

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hitchell-mope · 8 months

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He’s a living metronome.

#mickey mouse clubhouse #pluto the dog #big band concert

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Dead & Company at Deer Creek (Rouff) Music Center, Noblesville, Ind., June 28, 2022

Dead & Company can be a hit-or-miss proposition. But on June 28 at the former Deer Creek Music Center, the band was a big hit.

Like, Babe Ruth big.

Rural Indiana saw a band infused with energy & passion - one that played as a whole.

Dead & Company.

Not Dead. & Company.

Where Jeff Chimenti once buoyed sinking sets with energy-spiking piano and organ solos, they were just part of the mix. Where guitarist John Mayer once seemed like an odd duck on a weirder pond, he’s now a Dead duck, paying proper respect to Jerry Garcia while remaining true to himself & so integrated into the band he called on Bob Weir to go ’round one more time during the heartfelt vocal coda on “He’s Gone.”

Slow tempos? Gone. Terrible vocal performances? Rare.

This despite ailing, 75-year-old drummer Bill Kreutzmann - who came onstage after missing recent gigs smiling with a wave & a bow - being replaced by Jay Lane alongside Mickey Hart, 78, for set two. Kreutzmann’s feel is missed; however, Lane’s relative youth gives the band’s rhythm section/Devils a punch that two septuagenarians simply cannot bring. Not a criticism; a fact.

Deer Creek was a stunning mix of setlist - such as the “Viola Lee Blues” opener that bounced a dirty-blue streak for some 20 minutes - & performance, as in the often-little-more-than-a-throwaway “Don’t Ease Me In,” which was one of the highlights of the 3.5-hour show.

That’s not a typo. Dead & Company’s two sets ran 90 & 120 minutes, respectively, & Bob Weir, 74, was driving that train. He sung lead on every song devoted to one singer - an electric & fast “Friend of the Devil” & “Terrapin Station” were spilt between Mayer & Weir; Mayer, Chimenti, Weir & bassist Oteil Burbridge, who played like a smiling monster in tie-dye all night, each took a verse on “The Weight” - save for “Row Jimmy,” & “They Love Each Other,” which found Mayer on the mic.

Weir was an eight ball of energy, reprising soundcheck by fusing “Foolish Heart” with “The Other One” in set one. Late in set two, Weir was so jacked up after a howling version of “All Along the Watchtower,” that he started “Standing on the Moon” before realizing his mistake & leading the band to an “Other One” reprise that galloped even harder than what they’d played two hours earlier.

The “Moon” then came out & the main set ended with a rave-up rendition of “(Turn on Your) Lovelight,” rendered in the call-&-response arrangement of the Grateful Dead’s Pigpen era.

Begun in 1965 & with just three - & later only two - Dead men in the mix, the long, strange trip is necessarily getting shorter & less weird. But on this night in this space, the X factor was back.

There was nothing like this Dead & Company concert.

Grade card: Dead & Company at Deer Creek - 6/28/22 - A

See more photos on Sound Bites’ Facebook page.

6/29/22

#dead & company #grateful dead #2022 concerts #bob weir #mickey hart #bill kreutzmann #jay lane #john mayer #jeff chimenti #oteil burbridge #bob dylan #the band #the allman brothers band #primus #jerry garcia #ron pigpen mckernan #pigpen

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Foals at AFAS Live Amsterdam | 15th May 2022

Read about the whole experience below...

As I’m writing this, I am sitting on the train on my way home from Amsterdam. Exhausted, with a sore throat and a head full with all the things that happened since I left home just two days ago...

Waiting for Foals

Charlotte and I arrived in Amsterdam Centraal on time and went outside to look for the metro station and the ticket office. Charlotte bought tickets and we took the yellow M54 Metro to AFAS Live, which is again situated next to a stadium and a shopping district. We decided to go look for the AFAS queue and found it on a big public space, readily set up with single lanes. Four people were already queuing although it was not even 2 pm yet. We groaned, because we were really tired and didn't want to start queuing so early, but decided to go and check in at Hostelle nearby. The hostel is a really weird mix of shabby and girly and I didn't quite like it, but the small room in the corner was reasonably clean, just as the toilets and showers. We got ready, applied suncream because it was quite warm and sunny, and went out to find Albert Hejn supermarket. I was a bit overwhelmed with it and was reminded of my first day in London. We got some snacks and went to the queue which still consisted of the same people an hour later. A girl (and later her boyfriend) and Brent with flowery shoes joined soon after. Later Mickey and Kim, who is a chocolate maker and had a jeans jacket with really cool pins, joined. It turned out, Mickey had been in Berlin yesterday too, he was the friend of the guy who got his self-painted jeans jacket signed by Yannis. We ended up having quite a nice conversation and established Charlotte as the fandom mum again to introduce the first timers to the Foals live family. We had a lot of fun and time passed fairly quickly with eating, going on a walk around the venue and seeing the tour buses with four trucks and visiting the weird Media Markt which doesn't have a proper music section. But we were really really tired, until the point Charlotte was lying on the floor and i wondered whether a lying in front of the barrier would be a more permanent feature today. Even when the doors were about to open at 6:30, I was so tired that I doubted I'd enjoy the concert very much today. the whole entrance procedure went incredibly smoothly and Charlotte had once again saved us the best place. But there was a shock: the stage was as high as for a stadium and further away than yesterday's. I went to visit the weird bathroom with round frosted glass walls surrounding them and ended up meeting a chatty member of staff who asked me if i was a tourist and asked who is even playing (Foals? Who are Foals?). She told me the story about how she didn't sleep for six days in her youth because of partying in Berlin. Then she wished me on her way and left a confused me to return to my friends. I was sitting on the Floor between Charlotte and Mickey. Charlotte talked to the first girl in the queue in Dutch, so i didn't understand anything. But that was alright because Mickey and me had a lovely conversation where we talked about concerts (he likes Everything Everything and thinks about going to Vienna because it's not far from his home town in Germany). He was very nice and we discovered we had some things in common, such as rather not buying merch or both speaking Russian as well. Time passed very fast and it was now necessary to get up for the support act Egyptian Blue none of us enjoyed. After they had finally finished we sat down again, completely exhausted, and waited for Foals to come on, late as usual.

Wake Me Up

I have to say that this time I was freaking out much less than the previous day, more likely because of the lack of sleep. But as the lights went out, excitement crept in nevertheless. The visuals were more stunning this time because of two additional strips of screen in front of the stage and above the band. And then they appeared and suddenly there was Yannis, in the white shirt from the Dork magazine photoshoot, just like on the photo from earlier that day Charlotte had shown to us just a few minutes ago on Instagram. We stood right in front of him and it felt quite surreal to see him again less than 24 hours later. My brain was searching for some sort of catch, but there was none: it was all real, happening right here, right now. Wake me up! we shouted, simultaneously waking up from our exhaustion. The crowd was completely different from Berlin - it was much too quiet during the first songs and actually throughout the entire gig up until the last five songs. We had so much space to dance and jump and it was a lot of fun to party with Charlotte and Mickey next to me. We didn't care about others standing still, we gave everything, shouted the lyrics, jumped, threw our hands in the air and gestured to go along with the lyrics. I had a feeling that Yannis was watching us closely the entire time, which wouldn't be a surprise since we were the only crazy ones. In between the craziness I managed to try out my prisms and take photos. At the time I thought the photos wouldn't be that great because i was too dumb and tired to take good ones. I also filmed three songs, The Runner, Black Gold and a part of 2001. Late Night was tempting to film, but I was too busy with staring at Yannis who just sang it so beautifully and perfectly. It was a special moment for me and way too dreamy to ruin it with filming.

What Went Down - Round Two

Then of course Providence happened and Yannis managed to jump from this gigantic stage and disappear into the crowd somewhere on the right side where we couldn't see anything. He eventually reappeared, hand stretched out to let the crowd high five him. On his first pass got hold of his hand and on his way back I touched his upper arm, just like the previous day. I have to say, the green shirt felt softer. Not that I'd have any reason to complain... Things started getting out of hand with the crowd during the next songs but it was not as bad as in Berlin. That means, until What Went Down happened. I had instructed Mickey to try together with me to get Yannis over to us and what can I say - it worked. We yelled and stretched out our arms and I thought “ok, fuck it”, and even beckoned him to come over. Yannis was looking over the crowd, looking for a spot to pick. I don’t know if it was just on a whim or he actually saw us going mental the whole time and wanted to reward that or it was just out of convenience, because we were the closest. Finally he jumped down and came to a spot just next to Charlotte. Suddenly everything was chaos, we were squished together and he stood directly above us. He was much, much closer now than in Berlin. I first tried to get his hand like the previous day, but he didn't give it. That’s why I thought, “ok fuck this all”, so I just reached out for his leg. I held his leg with both hands above his knee, trying to process why he is so close and how it is possible to just do that. In the meantime Yannis was unbothered by all these hands all around him and went into full alio mode instead. At some point he screamed and shook his head, and everything was just raining down on us. I got something in my eye and thought, “holy fuck, this is all much closer than I asked for, help”. It lasted and eternity and was over so fast at the same time and he was back on stage when I realised what had just happened and I literally buried my face in my hands a few times because I had to process it. But we gave our everything for Two Steps Twice and screamed and jumped like no tomorrow. Yannis again disappeared, the only life sign being his little guitar sounds, like a sonar locating him still in this room. He did not pass by us again but that's alright because I think we had our fill of Yannis for the day. Way too soon it was all over, now for the final time, and they disappeared from the stage.

Exhaustion Takes Over

Mickey had caught a drumstick from Jack, but gave it to Charlotte. We reunited with Brent and I wasted time in the toilet queue, while they were already waiting outside for me. We had exchanged our contacts before and just promised now to go to concerts again together with a group hug. Mickey came with us to wait for the band. This time the entire situation was different. Much less people were waiting and Jimmy was already outside in conversation with Jack Freeman, Kit and the support band. Security and staff kept coming out. At some point the support act started loading their little bus. Mickey had to catch the last train and I was very sad he already had to leave. We also heard music upstairs (and very weird music on top of that, definitely nothing you'd expect from a Foals party, more something for a party for midlife-crisis-housewives, in my opinion). The window was open and Jack and some dude we didn't recognise were having a bro moment. We heard Jack's voice and his laughter and they were smoking out of the window. Yannis was nowhere to be seen. As it was already past midnight now, we were starting to feel low and tired and questioned whether it was wise to wait longer. Who knows when the party would stop and in which state our party alio would come out? Some increasingly weird people coming out of the building and some woman shouting from somewhere to someone to finally fuck off did not help the mood either. Eventually we decided to just go and get some fucking sleep. It was a bit of a low point, but that had nothing to do with the concert itself, more about our exhaustion. Charlotte got herself a snack and we ate in the common room before we washed and fell into our beds like dead people. At least today I had no issues sleeping and slept like a stone. Amsterdam Alone and the Lost Phone

I woke up, somehow getting in touch with what happened by looking at screens from Charlotte's video she miraculously filmed yesterday during THE moment. We eventually had to rush to get Charlotte to the flixbus to Brussels, the route to which Google decided to make as difficult as possible. Then she was gone and I was all alone. I found a ticket machine, got the next metro to Amsterdam Centraal and put my stuff into an incredibly expensive locker. But oh well... it was good to not carry it all around. I found a little supermarket with vegan wraps and cereal bars. With them I settled into a beautiful spot in Vondelpark and had a first proper meal in days. The Vondelpark is very peaceful and beautiful and I took a long stroll around it. Then I explored the steeets around the canals and found that I recognised some from my explorations with Liad. Amsterdam is surely more interesting together. I visited the soap shop I drop by every time I’m in Amsterdam, several Mango shops (to look for Yannis beautiful shirt, unsuccessfully) and got wet in a sudden heavy rain. By 2 pm I made it to the central station, got food from Albert Hejn and my bags from the expensive locker. Once I was on the platform, I saw that it had started to rain once again. Now, in the train I can't wait to get home, get a shower and some sleep and finally have time to process everything that happened in the matter of just two days. But not so fast - a young man asked if the place next to me is still free. It turned out that he was not only travelling to Hannover (and then Berlin) too, but also that he was a very nice person to talk to. We talked about our studies (he is an economic law student), our bachelor thesis, student accommodation, Brexit, cinema, and many other things. It was such a pleasant journey that the hours just passed in a flash. Almost in Hannover, I asked him his name (he is called Marijn) and we prepared to get off the train. He just stood up to leave the train and I wanted to follow, when suddenly I noticed that I did not know where my phone was. Panic shot through my body. Without my phone, no ticket, no bank account, no work login. I frantically started searching and found nothing. I could not stay in the train, so I ran outside, threw my stuff on the platform and still found nothing. I started crying in panic. A kind woman asked what was wrong and the train attendant delayed the departure so I could go back in and search. But nothing. I eventually found it in one of the secret pockets in my hand bag and sobbed out of relief, saying sorry and thanking that woman many times. So if there was any more proof necessary why security can never find my cameras at concerts... this is it. The rest of the journey went smoothly, I caught my train and got off in my home town. It felt very odd to be back in this tiny, quiet town that smells of blossoming trees and is usually filled with students and senior tourists. It felt as if another person had returned and the weight of all my adventures made me feel dizzy. Back in my flat, I fell into bed freshly showered and exhausted and did not even have the strength to look through all the photos and videos I took... sleep finally caught up with me. The next morning, I had no voice and hopefully only a cold and felt like rubbish but then again if you asked me to go again next week... I would definitely do it. Thanks for the adventure everyone. Hope to see you again soon!

#my concerts #foals amsterdam 22 #my photo #foals #yannis #jack #jimmy #liy

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