#Wednesday i want song is iconic

[potekosblog]

In The Addams family musical (which not a fan of) had this one line from Fester and Grandma singing

"You smile a bit the moment you smell blood" then wolf howled

lowkey werewolves behavior

#wednesday addams #not even the first dog related line lol #im headcanon #them as feral werewolves cuz why not #wenclair #cuz i havent able to watch or consume anything without thinking about them #musical saying “puppy love”' a bunch of time #and "pulled aka best music in the musical even have one #Wednesday i want song is iconic

[lex-loudestwoman]

Kaylor Swiftgron: Which Muse Inspired Which Songs on Red & 1989

On the precipice of 1989 TV's release and amidst the Kaylorification of 1989 TV's rollout, I thought it'd be a good time to figure out which muses aligned to which songs. I did my research, which includes: lyrical analysis & music video analysis, the timing of when songs were written, which producers and co-writers were credited to each song, social media posts, and where the girls were in real time. Shout out to @sophietv for her incredible work on the Kaylor timelines and evidence, and to @swiftgronmasterpost and @swiftgronmasterpost for their work to outline everything from Achele to Rivergron to Swiftgron. Round of applause to you both!!

Let's get into it!! (and if you want to just see my conclusions for which songs are about which muse, scroooolllll to the bottom)

The Red Muses

2011

Red was written in two phases. First, she worked with her producer from Speak Now & Fearless, Nathan Chapman. They wrote 25 songs together between February and October 2011. She took these songs to Scott Borchetta and he congratulated her on a finished album, but she wanted to experiment with other producers and writers to play with new sounds. So, after October 2011 she started working with a handful of other producers to write more tracks for Red. Here's a breakdown of Red songs by producer.

Nathan Chapman:

State of Grace

Red

All Too Well

I Almost Do

Stay, Stay, Stay

Sad Beautiful Tragic

Starlight

Begin Again

The Moment I Knew

Girl At Home

Martin & Shellback:

I Knew You Were Trouble

22

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together

Message in a Bottle

Bhasker: Holy Ground

Wilson: Treacherous, Come Back...Be Here

Walker: Everything Has Changed

Lind & Bjorkland: The Very First Night

McKenna: I Bet You Think About Me

The first time we know for sure Dianna and Taylor interacted was on September 4th, 2011 at the Fairfax Flea Market, which implied that the songs Taylor wrote with Chapman weren't about Dianna.

Karlie and Taylor dated (I think) starting in the summer or early fall of 2011. I think they weren't expecting anything super serious, but it was one of those flirtations that starts out strong and feels good with them and all of the sudden you're in love and you barely believe it and feel ridiculous for knowing but you have a feeling this person is for you, maybe forever... It sounds right for Taylor who has admitted how fast & hard she tends to fall for people when she's in love.

Taylor attended the Rodarte Spring/Summer 2012 fashion show during NYFW and sat front row next to Anna Wintour on Tuesday, September 13, 2011. Karlie walked in the show (slay). This was also the day that Taylor spent with a Vogue interviewer for her iconic January 2012 Vogue Cover and Article where she is quoted as saying "I love Karlie Kloss! I want to bake cookies with her!" She said this straight after leaving the Rodarte Fashion Show.

Interestingly, Karlie was quoted in a magazine as having been introduced to Taylor Swift at the Met Gala and they joked about baking cookies together! They both attended the Met Gala in May 2011, just four months before the Rodarte Fashion Show/Vogue Interview day! So it's pretty weird that Taylor would say the exact same thing, unprompted, when she saw a photo of Karlie Kloss at a fashion designer's studio on the exact same day she sat front row for a fashion show Karlie walked in!!

I imagine that Taylor and Karlie fell into something new and beautiful and sweet by accident. The Rodarte Show was on a Tuesday, maybe they met up for coffee the next day on Wednesday, September 14th in NYC? Who's to say!

All that said, I think Begin Again is about Karlie. It was written sometime between February and October 2011, which would've been a really, really fast turnaround for it to be about Dianna. Between the music video and the lyrical connections, it's very Kaylor coded. Starlight also could plausibly be about Karlie because they attended the Met together in 2010 and 2011, and their 2011 dresses were sparkly and tbh Karlie looked hot AF.

But, let's also remember that Taylor is on tour and just got herself out of two on-again-off-again, fairly toxic relationships, and as she said herself in Begin Again that the last 8 months she's been heartbroken and scared to get hurt from love (earliest would've been June 2010-February 2011 and latest would've been February-October 2011). Plus she's not even 22 years old, so she's not necessarily good at being in relationships yet. She's in a messy place, and she falls in love like a ton of bricks.

I think that this delicate, precious new thing with Karlie didn't work out (not for malice or hurting each other, just life) and over the winter they were distant but were still in contact.

2012

On January 17, 2012 we get tweets from BOTH Karlie and Dianna about the *iconic* Vogue article. This makes me think:

1. Karlie is still interested in exploring this new relationship with Taylor

2. Dianna and Taylor have kept in touch and have a lil something something going on, a little curiosity they might want to explore

3. Taylor likes public attention, and she likes feeling wanted, and she's got two hot ass women who want her. Do you blame the girl for being messy!?!

Dianna and Taylor attend the same pre-Oscars party on February 24th, 2012, and this is where I think Swiftgron starts to take off. Dianna is all happy and heart eyes online for the next three weeks until the Speak Now Tour ends. They're spotted together frequently in March and April. The Shirley MacLaine birthday party thing happens April 25th, Dianna's circus birthday party is April 28th, and I would bet anything they started hooking up sometime these first two months. I think Holy Ground was written about Dianna's birthday party, with the note on the door with the joke we made, and that was the first day.

Taylor writes Everything Has Changed and Run on May 15th, 2012, with Ed Sheeran, and records both EHC and The Last Time on May 28th, 2012. Everything Has Changed seems Swiftgron (thanks Gaylor twt for helping me figure out that the freckles are IN Dianna's green eyes bc girl bye I was full of questions). The Last Time is almost certainly about Liz.

But Run is very Kaylor coded! The pale blue eyes, use of darling, the laugh like a child (Begin Again), locket, picture frame...

On May 31st, 2012, Dianna is bearding hard with Henry Joost to distract from her appearance with GLAAD. I have a working hypothesis that Taylor Swift hates beards and is not a fan of having to use them or be with people who have them. I just don't think it works for her with how insanely famous she is, the guys are hyperscrutinized and she's honestly not very good at being a convincing heterosexual woman. I think there's some conflict between Taylor and Dianna because of the beard.

By June 10th, 2012, Taylor has written 22, WANEGBT, and IKYWT. I am inclined to believe that WANEGBT is about Emily or Liz. Same thing with IKYWT. 22 is about her besties and living life and being carefree and embracing all of the beauty and pain of falling in and out of love and everything that is your early 20s.

We get the whole Hyannis Port x Kennedys summer week of pap walks featuring Swiftgron all over the place! But it seems like they probably break up later in July. This was a hot and cold relationship for real.

WANEGBT is released on 8/13 and Dianna tweets at Taylor (like never ever?). On September 29, 2012 Dianna and Naya Rivera are on a cheeky, lil sexy vacation in Paris. Taylor goes to Paris that same weekend to film Begin Again at the Love Lock bridge (Karlie is also in Paris but there's no evidence to show that they saw each other at all).

However, I wouldn't put it past Taylor and Karlie to have seen each other while Swiftgron was cold. Perhaps in September 2012 right around when she filmed Begin Again?

October 17, 2012 Taylor writes This Love in LA according to her diary entries. So I think This Love is about the Swiftgron reconciliation for whatever happened this summer. Things are good for a bit, they go to the Ripple of Hope gala together on December 3rd, 2012. They're pictured together on December 6th, 2012 and Dianna's all cryptic online about her secret love.

Quick Aside: Karlie and Josh have been "officially together" ever since June 2012, but they were first seen together in November 2012 when they both attended the VS Fashion Show. I'm under the impression that these gay celebrities in their early twenties only needed a beard when they were in another relationship they were distracting away from. They didn't need a beard, they could just say they were focused on friends and their career (aka 1989 era). So who was Karlie dating in mid 2012 that needed to be covered up with plausible deniability? This would've been in the works for a bit before they launched it in November 2012.

Also, super interesting that Karlie also met Taylor for the "first time" at the 2013 Victoria's Secret Fashion Show, hmm? Anywayssss.

2013

I think everything Swiftgron blew up on February 14th, 2013 with the 'I Do' episode of Glee where Dianna Agron and Naya Rivera hook up on screen. Taylor made a whole big deal about this episode containing one of her songs and encouraged her fans to watch, but her song wasn't in the show (tweet was later deleted). But picture this: Happy Valentine's Day, watch your girlfriend hook up with the girl she told you not to worry about!! And then learn that they actually did hookup when y'all were on a break, like two weeks before y'all got back together!! Oooh boy!! I'm pretty sure this was what inspired Babe (in the music video Taylor was the mistress, but IRL Taylor was the main character who got cheated on instead of the mistress!!).

Dianna is a mess on Twitter after that and there might have been about two months of back & forth, maybe some breakup sex, but I think Swiftgron died dead by the time the article about them secretly dating dropped on April 16th, 2013.

The Red tour started on March 18th, 2013 and I can't imagine that made things any easier for Swiftgron. Meanwhile... I think Karlie and Taylor re-reconnected in this time period.

The 1989 Muses

2013

Taylor wrote 1989 while on tour for Red (except for This Love, according to the diary entry it was written on 10/17/2012). I think the breakup songs are about Dianna and the love songs (excluding This Love) are allllll Karlie.

If Taylor and Karlie did reconnect in Fall 2012, then Spring 2013 would be a long six months later...

Taylor and Karlie "meet for the first time" (which we have so much proof that it's not but like, okay, fine) on November 13, 2013 at the Victoria's Secret Fashion show. We know this isn't their first meeting or flirtationship, but it certainly is their first public outing to test what people say about their friendship.

Then, I'd wager Taylor plays "cat & mouse for a month or two or three" until they officially are girlfriends on March 6, 2014. Yay!!!

Songs About Dianna:

Red: Holy Ground, Everything Has Changed, Come Back...Be Here, Better Man, Babe

1989: Clean, Wonderland, All You Had To Do Was Stay, I Wish You Would

Songs About Karlie:

Red: State of Grace, Treacherous, Stay, Stay, Stay, Starlight, Begin Again, Message in a Bottle, Run, The Very First Night

1989: Welcome to New York, Blank Space, Style, OOTW, Wildest Dreams, How You Get the Girl, I Know Places, You Are in Love, New Romantics

#kaylor #swiftgron #1989 #1989 taylor's version #red #red taylor’s version #lgbetty #gaylor #taylor swift #dianna agron #karlie kloss

[brynhildr13]

About the GazettE.

TL;DR I had recent experiences that reinforce my belief that Reita REALLY is still with me and with all of us. Even if they can be easily explained as coincidental. Please if you want, share something that has been helpful to heal. Take care. Gazerock is not dead. Gazerock never dies.

Full post under cut.

I consider myself spiritual, but not really religious. But let me take you through my last few days, if you so care. Its important to me and I want to share this in hopes that the others in this Fandom know that I share the pain and want to spread my own love and solace and peaceful mourning.

I took an hour drive to my twin sister's to have our birthday hangout on Wednesday. I had the GazettE on plus other vkei groups on shuffle, but I kept skipping most of the other groups trying to find the GazettE songs. A few came on and even with the heavy and rock and headbanging songs I was just sobbing. To the point where I told myself, "you have to keep your eyes open. You need to watch the road." But the TEARS were plenty and heavy. I also started to judge myself a little. Wondering why I was SO emotional.

Then I had one of those intuitive downloads where like, you know it didn't come from your own brain and then after you hear it your mind expands. I don't know who's voice it was. I couldn't repeat it if I tried. But it said, quote "but feeling is healing."

And I lost it all over. Because I knew it was right and I needed to sit with the feelings. So I let myself cry as much as I could.

And then, To Dazzling Darkness came on.

My favorite song. Well, one of them. The whole Beautiful Deformity album is iconic, but that song specifically is one of my favorites BECAUSE of Reita's bass part. (Plus my twin sister, with her music degree, thinks the song is well written and can back up why and that means a lot to me that my sister who isn't the most into heavy metal or knows the group near as well as I do likes THEIR songs BECAUSE they're good).

And after that I laughed a little and wiped my eyes and said, "ok. I get it. It has to mean you're here right now. Thank you."

Maybe it came from Reita. I'd like to think so.

Had tons of fun with my sister. Come home. Worked Thursday. That night i shed a tear or two as i watched a few music videos in bed. And i just said outloud and in my head. "As long as he's okay. I'd like a sign that he's okay, please." And i fell asleep. Fast forward to today.

Today's our birthday. I planned to grab my free trenta from Starbies cuz $0 is the only amount I'll pay there unless I'm desperate. When I got to the screen in the drive thru, i meant to order 2 cake pops for my treat. Cuz fuck it. Im desperate. I'm a sad bitch and I want cake. It's my birthday. But I have anxiety and panicked and ended up asking for them at the drive thru window instead.

And they gave me the pops and I waited to hand them my card and after a few seconds she came back up and said, "oh don't worry about them today. No charge." Once I was sure they didn't want my money I thanked them profusely.

And I drove away. And I smiled from inside. Cuz I'd like to think that that was my sign he's okay. Maybe he pulled some strings to make me smile and to say, with that grin on his face, "don't worry about me. I'm here. I'll be here. Have a cake pop you sad bitch."

I meant it when I said before his spirit is here.. there's truly a feeling of the hole in my heart filling a little. I feel like emotionally and spiritually he's here in my peripheral stronger than ever before. Especially because I had become more of a backseat fan that would slink out of the woodwork when they had new content. My "obsession" (hyperfixation) died down a lot after saw them in 2016 and 2019, and I shared my gift of art and they shared their gift of music. But that love and adoration never ever left regardless of how often I talked about it and showed it. Or didn't. Cuz NO ONE else in my every day immediate circle knows anything about them.

Cuz here's the thing, and this is just me, too. I don't have any better way or words to string together to say this other than this way. I KNOW that they don't "know me". Like , I'm not missing the physical presence like they are. I didn't sit with him every day talking about all the most common shared passionate things we're doing, etc. Etc. So I can argue for myself that because of that the burden is likely to not be as heavy as any of theirs. But music and the arts connects hearts and minds beyond the physical. And for me listening to the music keeps him close, and I almost think that I can Feel him when I hear it. I can imagine him putting a hand on my shoulder (with his endearingly weird thumbs, they always made me giggle.)

Idk I think Im getting a little off track. Long story short, he was physically here with me when he was at the shows. When he wasn't he was still there, off across the world, doing his thing. and while I knew that like in an unconscious way, i never really sat with that to be like "what are they doing right this moment" or that i could energetically feel them all at any time, you know? And I remember getting upset with myself cuz my first coherent thought after I metaphorically picked my stomach off the ground after it fell out of my butt was "well, it HAS to be ok cuz the world's still gonna turn." And that felt horrible to say. And that's not fair to me or to anyone who needs time to process this. I mean, YA, I GUESS, it WILL. But once again. This WILL still hurt for a while. And that's okay. That doesn't mean i have to "get over" it right away either. Cuz once again. The physical loss isn't felt (yet) or as heavy as the bandmen will feel. But I will feel. And my feelings are my truth. And i can argue the band itself will have worse grieving till the sun dies, and that still doesn't mean my feelings are literally less than for my own personal experience. And thats okay.

But getting back to the point of this, thinking and believing Reita's making his way to us, I now just have this new vibration around me that I know is spiritual in nature and it is energizing the room, especially when I play their music. He's here.

I keep thinking about The Haunting of Hill House and Nell's words in the last episode. And I don't want that to ever fade. I'm determined to keep him strong in my heart and my mind. Just like ruki said he and the guys would.

Anyways, I hope yall are feeling as okay as you can. I hope this may touch someone and bring more healing. Free to share things in the comments if you want, too.

#the gazette #reita #visual kei #he's still here and he always will be. #gazerock is not dead #gazerock never dies

[danielfuckingricciardo]

16 + Charles and 26 + Pierre please ❤️

Hi!

Sorry this took so long, I’ve been in such a writing slump lately and this has sat unfinished in my drafts for weeks! But I finally did it and I hope you like it!

The Charles one is also in progress, I’ll make sure to tag you in that one when I post it :)

Song 26 - Creep//Radiohead

Pairing - Pierre Gasly x Reader

Word Count - 3.8k

Content Warnings - swearing, discussion of mental health issues

When you were here before Couldn't look you in the eye You're just like an angel Your skin makes me cry You float like a feather In a beautiful world I wish I was special You're so fuckin' special

Your therapist called it impostor syndrome. She mentioned it a lot during your weekly online meetings, and you usually laughed it off with some cringy internet joke about being ‘sus’ and tried to change the subject as quickly as possible. You’d receive a concerned glance, as you always did when you apparently ‘used humour as a coping mechanism’, but she would eventually move on to another topic, usually something about taking care of yourself physically as well as mentally.

Taking care of yourself physically was never a problem. You had nutritionists and personal trainers, physiotherapists and masseuses available whenever and wherever. The team made sure of that. To Alpha Tauri F1 team, your physical health was their top priority. Your mental health? Not so much. It was easy to lie to them and say that everything was fine, so that’s exactly what you did. You didn’t want to risk losing your seat because you told the truth about how you actually felt inside, so instead you saved that for the therapist you hired for yourself, and every Wednesday at 2pm you unloaded a week’s worth of thoughts and feelings you couldn’t share with anyone else.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, (y/n), we all feel like we don’t belong to some degree. And the bigger you make it in this world, the stronger those feelings will be.” She says, and you scoff.

“I’m not sure about that. The rest of the guys on the grid all seem so confident in themselves, and it’s definitely not a facade. They believe that they are the best of the best. I wish I could feel the same.” You say, and your therapist gives you a small smile before scribbling something in her notepad.

“You can’t know that for sure. Everyone experiences self doubt at some point in their lives, but they beat it, they get through it. Look at you, (y/n), against all odds you made it to where you are now, and you can’t tell me that the powers that be would have you there if they didn’t believe in you. You just need to learn how to believe in yourself as much as they do, and as much as your fans do.” She says, and you nod.

You know she’s right, but you wish that she wasn’t. You wish that your feelings would be vindicated so that you didn’t feel like such much of an idiot for having them.

“Is there anything else you’d like to talk about today?” She asks, and you open your mouth to ask a question, but are immediately interrupted as your phone begins to ring.

You look over at the screen and check the name - Pierre. What the fuck does he want? He never calls you, hell, he hardly ever talks to you unless he’s obligated to. This was definitely weird, something was definitely wrong.

“Sorry, I’ve gotta take this. Work stuff.” You say, and your therapist nods.

“Okay, let’s end the session early this week. Please do text me if you have any concerns you’d like to discuss.” She says, before ending the call and sending your computer screen back to her website.

You take a deep breath in and out before pressing the green icon on your phone screen.

“Hi?” You say, to no reply.

“Hello?” You repeat, and you receive no reply once again.

After a few moments of nothing but shuffling and breathing on the end of the line, you hear a quiet voice in the distance and strain your ears to hear. It’s clear Pierre didn’t mean to call you, it was probably a butt dial or some other similar fuck up, but you couldn’t help but want to listen in to whatever conversation he was having.

It was probably wrong, a total invasion of privacy, but your curiosity got the better of you, and you turn your phone’s volume to maximum.

“The fact of the matter is that Pierre feels as though he isn’t getting anywhere with Alpha Tauri, and therefore, as a team, we have made the decision to make the move to Alpine for the 2023 season.” You hear a familiar voice you cannot place say on the other end of the phone.

You let out a gasp and immediately clap your hand over your mouth, hoping that your shock had not be heard in the silence that had descended across the room.

Pierre was… leaving? After all this time? It was no secret that the two of you had never really bonded following your ascension to Alpha Tauri’s second seat, but you depended on him a great deal. He was great with the media, the fans, and the other drivers, and you felt comfortable following him around the paddock like a lost puppy, laughing and smiling along with everything he said and did.

You probably annoyed the hell out of him, and that was probably part of the reason he was eager to get away, to find a team mate he could actually have some meaningful banter with. Sure, you knew that he hadn’t always seen eye-to-eye with Esteban, but they had grown up together, and had an awful lot in common with one another. It seemed like a solid ground for a relationship, one that would definitely be more popular with the fans than your own.

You hear shuffling through the phone handset, and a whispered ‘fuck’ before the call is ended and the line goes dead.

“Fuck.” You echo, and you throw your phone down on your couch and pull your legs up to your chest, burying your head in your knees as you let out a single tear.

You didn’t think that you were crying for the loss of Pierre, that didn’t make sense, after all, the two of you hardly spoke outside of work. But at the same time, you couldn’t imagine being without him? You hadn’t realised until now just how much you had relied on him, and how much he had helped you over the years. He was the only friend you really had, though he probably regarded you as an acquaintance at best. All of your other friends had been left behind the day you moved your life to Faenza to be closer to the team, and you spent so much time travelling here, there and everywhere, that you hadn’t really had the chance to make any closer to your new home.

You hated to say it, but Pierre was your rock, and you had grown to care for him deeply, and now, losing him, what would it mean? You hoped they would call up some other, more experienced driver, like Daniel perhaps, to take the first seat. He could more than make up for your lack of confidence with his outgoing, loveable persona. But the alternative? The alternative scared you. If they were to call on some rookie to take his place, suddenly you would be the experienced one, the one to teach the newbie what to do and what to say. You barely knew yourself just how to play the game, you wouldn’t exactly make the best mentor.

You suddenly become aware of your breathing becoming faster, and more erratic, as your mind races, and employ one of the techniques your therapist had taught you to slowly regulate and steady yourself. God you regretted ending your session early, you could really do with someone to talk to right now.

Shakily, you reach for your phone and begin to draft out a text to your therapist. She had said to text if you had any concerns, and this was a real fucking big one.

Your phone begins to vibrate in your hands, and it almost slips out of your unsteady grasp as you read the contact name at the top of the screen - Pierre.

Fuck.

You take a shaky deep breath in and count in your mind, 1,2,3,4. You squeeze your eyes shut and squeeze your lips together tightly, 1,2,3,4,5,6,7. Finally, you exhale, 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8, and you accept the call.

“Hey! Did I call you just now?” Pierre asks, and you hesitate.

“Umm…” You say, unsure whether to lie, or to tell the truth.

“How much did you hear?” He asks, and you chuckle awkwardly.

“You still live at the same place? I’m coming over, I think we need to talk, yeah?” He says.

“Yeah, same place.” You say, and he hangs up.

You stare at your phone for a moment, your mind racing as you wonder exactly what Pierre wants to say to you. Was he angry at you for eavesdropping? You knew you should have hung up, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You were always taught that knowledge is power, and you just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to discover something new, even if it came from a blatant disregard for your team mate’s privacy. Hell, you’d be angry too if someone eavesdropped on a private conversation of yours, it’s only natural, so you wouldn’t blame him if he wanted to come over to yell at you.

Why else would he be coming to visit? It’s not like he owes you an explanation, or an apology. You meant nothing to him, you were just some overgrown rookie hanging off of his coat-tails, nothing but a burden.

Lucky for you, you weren’t left waiting long, as your apartment was only a few blocks away from Alpha Tauri’s headquarters, and you soon heard a rhythmic knock on your front door.

You take a second to breathe once again; in for four seconds, hold for seven seconds, out for eight seconds, before getting up to answer the door.

“Hi.” You say quietly, opening the door for Pierre to enter, your eyes not leaving the ground for a second.

Pierre follows you inside and takes a seat on the chair opposite the sofa where your things were spread out; a blanket, your phone, your laptop, a hoodie, and your favourite stuffed animal.

“Before you yell at me, let me bring my tissues. I always cry when I get yelled at, it’s not a guilt trip thing, so don’t feel bad, it’s just this thing I do, I can’t control it, I…” You say, walking over to your side table where you kept your tissues ready for a particularly sad movie or dog video.

“Who says I’m going to yell at you?” Pierre interrupts, and you turn to look him in the eyes for the first time.

“You’re not?” You ask, blinking away the tears that already threatened to breach your waterlines.

“No, why would I… That’s not why I’m here, I just wanted to make sure you were okay after hearing all of that.” He says, and you let out a shaky breath of relief.

“Me? Okay? You don’t have to worry about me, I’m fine.” You say, throwing yourself down on the sofa and closing your laptop, which still happened to be open on your therapist’s website, which Pierre had, no doubt, already seen.

“Oh, thank you! I expected a little more from my long time team mate after finding out I was leaving! Maybe not tears, but, something?” Pierre says with a chuckle, and you shake your head.

“No, no, don’t get me wrong, I’m absolutely devastated that you’re leaving, and I’m going to be completely tragic and sad next year without you because I’m a total loser with no fans, but I’m happy for you, really.” You say, and Pierre gives you a warm smile.

“You’re not a total loser, (y/n).” Pierre says, and you give him a small smile.

“But you do think I have no fans?” You chuckle, letting out a small sniffle.

“You know I don’t think that. I’ve seen it myself, how many fans you have out there.” Pierre says, and you scoff.

“They’re all your fans, Pierre, and they’ll be leaving with you. We all know they only tolerate me because of you.” You say, and Pierre shakes his head.

“Bullshit.”

“It’s true! I mean, I have practically no personality when it comes to media stuff, I freeze at the slightest interaction with the media, I post like twice a month on Instagram because my life is just that boring, and, not to mention, I spend my free time talking to my therapist in the company of my fucking stuffed animals.” You rant, and you feel tears running down your cheeks as you speak.

“You really don’t see it, do you? How much they like you because of those things. You’re relatable, (y/n), you’re normal. You’re here to race, not to be a celebrity. You’re not an attention whore posting shirtless selfies for likes and saying stupid shit to keep your name in people’s mouths. And people like that.” Pierre says, and you scoff.

“Yeah, as if.” You sniff.

“If you don’t believe me, then just look online.”

“My therapist said googling myself was a bad idea. Besides, I don’t just wanna be normal and boring. I want people to know me, but I just get so… scared, I guess? Scared they won’t actually like me the way they like you.”

“Well, the little of you that I know, I like.” He says with a smile, and you feel your cheeks heat up. This was the first time you’d heard Pierre compliment you before, and you couldn’t deny the fuzzy feeling it gave you.

“I just wish I was more like you. You’re so popular, with the fans, the media, the other drivers. I see how everyone crowds around you, you were made to be the centre of attention and you’re so fucking good at being in the middle of everything. You have this winning personality, everyone wants to either be you, or fuck you. Or both. If I could just have one tenth of that charisma, that personality, that vibe, then maybe, just maybe, I’d be able to do this thing properly. But I don’t. I’m just (y/n). A loser.” You say, and Pierre shakes his head again.

“But you don’t need to be me, (y/n). You don’t need to pretend to be something you’re not for people to like you. The other guys like you just fine, they just wish you would talk to them more so that they can get to know you. Fuck, (y/n), I don’t think I even know you properly yet. I’d like to, and so would Charles, and Lewis, and Lando. You know, they ask me about you, a lot. I think they would talk to you more, but they don’t want to scare you.” Pierre says, and you chuckle.

“Ha, they know me well enough to know I’m terrified of social interaction, so there’s a start.” You say.

“You know that me leaving doesn’t mean I’m abandoning you, right? I’ll still be there for you.” Pierre says, and you look up at him, sniffing away your tears.

“Really?” You say, and Pierre smiles.

“Hey, I wouldn’t do it for my other team mates, but I guess you’re special.” He says with a chuckle.

“Well, that genuinely means a lot, really. Thank you.” You say, looking up at Pierre to briefly glance into his eyes.

He smiles at you, not breaking eye contact for a moment, and you feel the warmth of a blush creeping up your cheeks.

“I have to go, I have so much shit to do today, but don’t be a stranger, yeah?” Pierre says, standing from your chair and heading for the door of the apartment.

“I won’t.” You respond, and he winks at you before disappearing behind the door, closing it gently with a click.

Once you were sure he was out of earshot, you grab your phone again and immediately dial your therapist.

Ring. Ring. Ring. The call connects.

“Hey, um, I know this isn’t strictly therapy stuff but I need some advice.” You say, and she chuckles down the phone.

“I’ll help as much as I can.” She responds.

“So, I think I have a crush on my team mate, well, and don’t tell anyone this, he’s technically gonna be my former team mate. But yeah, I need help.” You say, and she laughs again.

“Oh, well that’s interesting. Let’s see how I can help then, yeah?” She says, and you exhale a shaky breath.

———

One Year Later…

You look out at the sea of fans, cheering and screaming for you and your team mate as you walk out onto the stage. You give them a wave, a smile, and a wink, and notice just how many of them are wearing your number on their shirts and caps. It gives you a fuzzy feeling on the inside, knowing that Pierre was right, losing him as your team mate wouldn’t mean you’d lose their support.

If anything, losing Pierre helped you. You did take his advice, and with the help of your trusty therapist, who was no longer your therapist at all but your closest friend, you had managed to come out of your shell more and show the world your true personality. And it felt good.

You take your seat beside Nyck on the stage, and turn your attention to the interviewer, who was waiting for the fans to stop their cheering to ask you the first question.

“Okay, okay, any more cheering and we’re gonna run out of time! Let’s get to questions, hm?” The interviewer asks, and you smile.

“Actually, I don’t mind the cheering! Keep going guys, let me hear you!” You say, your voice dripping with enthusiasm and excitement as the crowd goes wild once again.

“First question then, who are you and what have you done with (y/n)? You were so quiet and reserved these past few seasons, but now you seem to have really grown in confidence, and I’m sure I speak for everyone here when I say that we love it!” She says, and you chuckle.

“Well, it’s true I struggled a lot during my first few seasons. I honestly didn’t feel all too confident in myself and my abilities, and that really made it hard for me to be so outgoing. But, things have changed, and I owe it all to my former team mate Pierre. He’s really helped me to grow as a driver and as a person, and given me confidence that I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to have. Even now we’re not team mates, I’m still his biggest fan and just so grateful for his support. So yeah, I really really owe it to him.” You say, and the audience cheers and whoops at your mention of Pierre.

Since Pierre’s move to Alpine, the two of you hadn’t been able to spend as much time together at work, but that didn’t stop you from spending time together at all. You had both made an agreement with one another to go out together at least once a month, and you had even taken a trip together during the winter break at the end of the previous season. Naturally, this meant that speculation was wild with fans over the nature of your relationship, with some insisting that you just had to be a couple.

But the truth was, you weren’t really sure what your relationship with Pierre even was. Sure, a few drunk kisses had been exchanged, and there were hugs aplenty, but as far as Pierre was concerned, you were just friends, even if you did desire something more.

“You mentioned Pierre there, and I’m sure everyone in the audience has seen the photos of your little dates and that ski trip you took back in December, so, are you really just friends?” The interviewer asks, and you blush.

“Yes, yes, we are just friends, really.” You chuckle.

“But if he asked you out, what would you say?” She asks, and you shake your head, a smile playing on your lips.

“Put it this way, I wouldn’t say no.” You laugh, and the audience erupts into loud cheers at your response.

Once the crowd’s shouts and whoops had quietened, the interviewer directs her attention to Nyck and you sit and listen intently until you are ushered backstage with a smile and a wave.

“You wouldn’t say no, huh?” You hear a familiar voice say, and your cheeks immediately heat up.

“I mean, I’d be a fool to say no right?” You say, trying to play it cool despite the anxiety rising within you.

“Then I’m taking you out Wednesday. Properly. Wear that black dress, you look sexy in it.” Pierre says, and you can’t help but stare at him, your eyes wide and your mouth dropping open in shock.

You try to search your brain for a response, but it seemed to have become completely blank the moment Pierre called you sexy. You can’t quite believe he actually said it, and for a moment you wonder if you were hallucinating, or dreaming, and pinch yourself on your arm. It stings, like a bitch, and you realise you most certainly weren’t dreaming. It was real.

“Okay. See you in practise tomorrow, yeah?” You finally manage to say, and Pierre smirks at you.

“I’ll be looking forward to it.” He says, winking at you before joining Esteban who was waiting in the wings ready to step out on stage.

The pair step on stage to roars and cheers from the fans, and you chuckle in disbelief, taking one more glance out to the sea of hats and shirts that bore your number. You were finally able to be you, unapologetically so, and the fans loved it, Pierre loved it too, but most importantly, you loved it.

#pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly x you #f1 x reader #f1 x you

[happiness-of-the-pursuit]

Six Sentence Sunday

Happy Sunday! Today I'm sharing more from (title also wip) Daddy Issues (rwrb dads' storyline swap: snippets here) which I'm finally digging into more as mentioned in my weekend inspiration post.

Thanks to @welcometololaland @kiwiana-writes @tintagel-or-cockleshells @cultofsappho @ships-to-sail @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and @littlemisskittentoes for the tags :)

Of course the whole experience was amazing — hearing the songs he’d grown up learning on piano, watching Elton perform in his glittery jacket and colorful sunglasses, witnessing the entire crowd excitedly scream for a proud gay Englishman. Realistically, Henry knew his favorite part of the evening should’ve been actually getting to meet Sir Elton, telling him “Please, call me Henry” when the legend started to bow. Instead, it was watching him perform “Your Song.” A love song written by a man, for a man. For the entire duration of the holiday, Henry had felt the secret of his sexuality like a weight tied around his ankle, pulling him down, down, down to the ocean floor as two of his favorite people in the entire world floated peacefully on the surface, oblivious to his plight. But in this moment, watching the two of them join in the cheers for a gay icon as the final notes trail off, it was as if Henry’d been tossed a life preserver.

If y'all want to share, tagging: @affectionatelyrs @read-and-write- @inexplicablymine @zwiazdziarka @myheartalivewrites @rmd-writes @everwitch-magiks @indomitable-love @rockyroadkylers @ssmtskw @sherryvalli and anyone who sees and wants to share! Sorry if I missed someone's post, I've been traveling all day :) so if that's you or it's no longer Sunday where you are, feel free to carry it over to Wednesday!

#rwrb fanfic #red white and royal blue #firstprince #fanfiction #rwrb #rwrb fandom #henry fox mountchristen windsor #arthur fox #bea fox mountchristen windsor #six sentence sunday #rwrb wip #daddy issues

[foxes-that-run]

Now that we don't talk

In the 2012-2014 timeline our girl went through it in the space a week. It’s like an emotional advent calendar and we get the prizes:

Sunday:  Harry misses his flight because he didn’t have his passport. Keep Driving: “Passports in foot wells”

Monday: New Year’s Eve 2012 – The world’s most public kiss

Tuesday:  New Year’s Day & they leave for the Virgin Islands

Wednesday: Taylor's hair pinned up for Right where you left me

Thursday: (maybe) Maroon's hickie & the wine soaked dress

Friday: Taylor's boat trip Say don’t go and Is it Over now?

Saturday (maybe) From the Dining Table, then Harry goes to Richard Branson’s island …and that’s what you missed on Glee.

Update: Thank you @this-daydream-is-dangerous-13 and their ace detective skills, NTWDT is copyrighted 2014, so updated here, the old post is here.

In the voice memo Taylor says:

Now that we don't talk is one of my favorite songs that was left behind it was so hard to leave it behind but I think we wrote it a little bit towards the end of the process and we couldn't get the production right at the time. I think it's the shortest song I've ever had but I think it packs a punch I think it really goes in for the short amount of time we have I think it makes its point.

The last tracks were between January 2014 (Say don't go) and 19 February 2014 (Style).

The period they didn't talk was a minimum of 3 weeks to the NRG awards, in HYGTG she said 6 months which is June.

For context, Harry was 18 and it appears all he did was post photos in a hot tub. It was a s***ty thing to do, but when the song was finally written they were freshly back together and he wrote Stockholm Syndrome with:

"Who's this man that's holding your hand and talking 'bout your eyes? (Oh-oh-oh) / Used to sing about being free but now he's changed his mind (Oh-oh-oh)"

From then he was then a giggling BF he's adopting kittens and continued to sing about her eyes for another 10 years.

Lyrics [Verse 1] You went to a party I heard from everybody You part the crowd like the Red Sea Don't even get me started Did you get anxious though On the way home? I guess I'll never, ever know Now that we don't talk

She did hear from everybody, it was huge news.

'Did you get anxious on the way home' got me in the feels, in New Years Day she talked of him squeezing her hand three times in the backseat to say it will be OK. This breaks my heart so much to think that song and this are about 1 week.

[Verse 2] You grew your hair long You got new icons And from the outside It looks like you're tryin' lives on I miss the old ways You didn't have to change But I guess I don't have a say Now that we don't talk

2 weeks after Taylor left on a boat, Harry acquired his Butterfly Tattoo on 22 January. A week later they saw each other for the first time on 27th January at the NRG Awards in Paris. The Cannes sunset photos are from the hotel they both stayed in. Part 2 of also within a week:

[Chorus] I call my mom, she said that it was for the best Remind myself, the morе I gave, you'd want me less I cannot bе your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost And what it cost, now that we don't talk

Bless Andrea Swift all she has given this world, most especially for comforting Taylor when 18 year old’s pop stars hang out with billionaires. Everytime I hear this I imagine Andrew saying "put it in a song!"

They later did bury the hatchet People now reports them as friends. They have also sung about their chemistry in relation to that friendship though in Delicate, nice to have a friend and Fine Line. [Verse 3] What do you tell your friends we Shared dinners, long weekends with? Truth is, I can't pretend it's Platonic, it's just ended, so

Harry and Taylor shared (and continued to) share a lot of friends, to me this line is similar to Maroon where she refers to Rubies she gave up, the Junior Jewels shirt refers to her friends as jewels.

Taylor and Harry go on to have a discography just about this very line, can they be friends when they have such great chemistry? I have a list in Glitch

[Outro] I don't have to pretend I like acid rock Or that I'd like to be on a mega yacht With important men who think important thoughts Guess maybe I am better off now that we don't talk And the only way back to my dignity Was to turn into a shrouded mystery Just like I had been when you were chasing me Guess this is how it has to be now that we don't talk

Harry has diverse music tastes, but does love Pink Floyd and has a Grateful Dead ring he wears often.

To me the shrouded mystery line is a mystery, Taylor was ending the Red World Tour and later in the year embarked on the most active publicity of her career and 1989 World Tour, but in the moment I guess. She and Harry did not speak for some months, by the end of the year they were saying they were on good terms and based on later songs we know were back together before the end of 2013

#haylor #now that we don’t talk #1989 taylor's version #taylor swift #1989

[muffinman1900]

Soukoku (Dazai X Chuuya)

“Your married?!”

I apologise for any spelling or grammatical errors! I am dyslexic and proof reading isn’t my best skill.

(This is 638 words!)

Dazai ran into the office, quite obviously short of breath. He had been running.

“You’re two minutes late Dazai.” Kunikida stated.

“I tried to be on timeeee” Dazai wines in his usual sing song fashion.

“What do you have going on in the morning that’s so important you're late for work.” Kunikida states. It was said as more of a rhetorical question, as he didn’t think Dazai had anything going on, ever.

“Well it’s none of your business.” Dazai was serious this time- and walked away after his statement, leaving Kunikida stunned. He’s never serious about his whereabouts? Actually, come to think of it, the agency didn’t even know where he lived.

The agency didn’t keep a record of postcodes, but the team usually went to each other's houses if they didn’t live in the dorms.

Dazai had a dorm, but if anything he used it for storage, and he went home every evening.

Whatever happened next is unexplained, but it ended with Dazai literally pinned in a corner with no escape, and the entire agency surrounding him. He couldn’t resist now, he had to answer all their questions, and he was feeling quite truthful today. It was too tiresome to keep up the mask all the time.

Kunikida started the questions, “Why are you never free after hours on a Wednesday?”

And Dazai answered truthfully, “It’s my turn to make dinner on Wednesday.”

Silence.

The room was engulfed in silence.

“You have a girlfriend?” Atsushi asked in utter shock.

“Nope, but I do have a husband.”

Even more silence, followed by a single giggle from Ranpo.

“You figured as much I’m guessing, Ranpo?”

“Yes, I never believed your double suicide with a woman thing. I mean yes I bet you want to commit double suicide and all that- but I can’t see a single heterosexual bone in your body.”

“Well done Ranpo! I am in fact married to a man!” Dazai announced to the room as he pulled out a necklace chain from under his shirt collar, at one end there sat a black ring with a single small diamond in the middle.

“Ok then, who are you married to? It’s the only part of the puzzle I can’t figure out.” Ranpo stated, shocking the people around the room, he always figured things out. But there was just too much about Dazai he didn’t know.

“Hehe.. you're not going to like this, especially Kunikida… has anyone ever heard of Double Black?”

Kunikida’s interest was absolutely peaked by the fact that he ‘wouldn’t like it’; he didn’t like a lot of things about Dazai but if he was so sure he wouldn’t be happy with it, it definitely made him question who it was.

“Double black? The duo from the Port Mafia, famed for bringing down an entire ability using organisation over night? People speculate one of the members was Nakahara Chuuya, but had no idea of the other’s possible identity.” Kunikida listed off.

“Didn’t people think that the duo were also lovers? Or was that just me? And they haven’t been spotted recently, although apparently they still do some missions that don’t have any meaning to any organisations in the area?” Ranpo also interjected.

“Yes, that one. Well, it is Nakahara Chuuya, and I’m the other member, surprise!” Dazai said losing confidence half way through his sentence.

Silence filled the room once again.

“We are married. We live together and everything- and to answer your previous question, yes I make dinner on a Wednesday, AND I’m in charge of breakfast every day.”

“WHAT?!”

“Yes I know no one expects me to know how to cook!” Dazai jokes.

“You're married to one of the strongest Port Mafia executives.”

“And yet he’s only strongest when in a duo with me?~” Dazai’s iconic voice comes back slowly with each word.

#soukoku #dazaibsd #dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai x chuuya #bungou stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #chuuya supremacy #chuuyabsd #bsd oneshot #i take requests #fanfic

[glitterdustcyclops]

to be terribly sincere for a moment:

going to the jinkx show on wednesday was basically a transcendent experience? for just, so many reasons. i mean, when i was a depressed as hell college student, in the deepest blackest pit of despair, watching season 5 of drag race was one of the few moments of joy i remember experiencing. of course i related to jinkx the most, a queer little weirdo with an off-beat sensibility who nobody believed in and went on to win it all anyway. and then, to see her now, ten years later, as a proud nonbinary transfemme icon succeeding and thriving, beating back her own demons and using them to fuel her art? it literally brings me to tears. like seriously, about two seconds into her intro song i was fully just sobbing because oh my god we made it, we're here, and i get to see her, she's right *there*

but it wasn't just her. it was everyone else who came to see the show, in downtown salt lake city (which is actually quite a progressive place), all these beautiful, magical queer humans, my community, my family, safe in a place where we all belong, in this little bubble in the center of a state that i'm half convinced is going to make my existence illegal any day now.

and everyone was so nice!! i got stopped like, four or five times by people complimenting my outfit, someone even wanted to take a picture of me, there was just so much queer joy in the air.

and the way the crowd ROARED with righteous fury during jinkx's monologue about how scary everything is for us trans folk, how for a moment, a single beautiful, blessed moment, i felt how powerful we were, and i knew that we could take on anything, that we could defeat all the bigots who want to take our lives away, and we would do it with love and art and music.

that is the power of drag, and i don't know about you, but i'm ready to fight like hell to protect us, to create the kind of world where we can thrive.

#shut up chocolate #queer stuff #it's fine i'm FINE don't look at me #jinkx monsoon #everything at stake #anyway it's a good show guys

[winderlylandchime]

Hello and happy new year, i hope you’re doing good and that you had a good NYE.

Here are just some highlights from what you’ve missed in the latest episodes of ‘My brother is an idiot’.

In case you wondered how we spent NYE, let me tell you that originally we were gonna go to a bar with our neighbor and socialize but she got sick, so my brother changed plans and made her watch 3x08. That’s right, he calculated when to watch the episode so that Britin reunion happened exactly at midnight. We entered 2024 with Lover’s spit, ngl it was both amazing and impressive. And the clock went midnight right as the song started/their iconic reunion happened and we all yelled ‘AYYYEEEE HAPPY NEW YEAAAAR’ He also showed her 3x14 and not to anyone’s surprise, the ending still makes him cry.

Also a very important update: THE CAST IS OFF!! He walked out of the office and literally put a fist into the air like a dumbass and then looked at THE ENTIRE WAITING ROOM, pointed to his fist and went ‘I’m back, baby!!’ And then to me ‘I almost put that Proud song on to play it so I could walk out all dramatic and put my fist in the air like in that movie.. But I’m too fucking traumatized by that song cause of the finale so just imagine it for the experience okay?’

Btw our dad is coming in on Wednesday so that he can spend some time with us and then go home with my brother. So naturally my brother has spent the last day and a half going through episodes to decide which ones to show him. I fear my dad might strangle him when he realizes he’s being tricked into watching qaf. But i am curious what his reaction is going to be and which episodes he picks.

And the most important thing that I actually thought will be avoided: about 2 days ago, I left him at 10.30 pm to go to sleep. He was reading fan fiction and at the same time watching fan videos of Gale and Randy which…okay, go off. Please try and guess what the fuck happened next because i can guarantee you, you’re gonna be wrong.

He came into my room and woke me up out of nowhere and i asked what’s up, thinking it’s some emergency. And i can see on my clock that it’s like 4.45 am and he’s crouching next to me, holding the laptop, turns it towards me to show me some random site while almost blinding me and then whisper yells at me ‘this Hal dude is or was a fucking prick! What the fuck did Gale and Randy ever do to him? And why the fuck did those two old dudes hate Randy?!’ And then he just got up and walked out (leaving the door open because of course) and just says to himself or me ‘they did nothing and he’s acting shadier than a fucking palm tree!’ I woke up the next day, genuinely sure that I dreamt that and I come to the living room and he’s in the same position as I left him in and he goes ‘oh this dude is lowkey annoying, i just read this post from a convention and he doesn’t know how to let other people talk, why did he answer a question about gays and his gay friends when Randy was asked as a gay man? And I didnt know those writers sucked so much, they looked like they got along at that gay panel but apparently they hated each other? By the way do they still do these conventions?’ All this was said to me in one long ass breath, right as i woke up. Felt like a fever dream ngl. He was practically bouncing off the walls because of how much coffee he drank because he stayed up all night reading up on Gale and Randy and anything qaf related he found. He even found old Gale interviews from The Advocate and later found out Gale was also in a motorcycle crash and he texted that to our mom saying that clearly that means they’re soulmates of some kind and she just replied ‘or that you’re both stupid <3’

He said that after he finished his fics, he started watching videos and then he went to check bts videos and interviews and he looked all that up and got war flashbacks because they just asked whatever they wanted in the old 00’s tabloid era. And that somehow lead to him finding a link to a fan forum or something and then he just spiraled. He said that when he saw Hal being shady, it was either wake me up and tell me OR wake up our parents..

oh and during this all nighter he also put together a playlist that he named ‘Bri Bri in a nut (ha) shell’ and it’s songs from the show that he thinks fit Brian best. So now he goes back and forth between the playlists depending on his mood and how much he misses Brian. I created a monster and you all helped me. Thank you very much

Dear sweet anon!

I am so sorry for the delay in responding. I haven't been on tumblr because the new stuff at my job is cutting into ALL MY PRECIOUS SCROLLING TIME.

(And fic writing, so sorry everyone!)

NGL I am high key impressed that he figured out how to time the episode so that Lover's Spit was playing when the clock struck midnight. That is some dedication. What time does one need to start the episode for that to happen?

Congratulation to your brother on getting the cast off! I'm so glad he can return to making the ally fist.

But oh nooooo, he has fallen down the rabbit hole of the bts and what has been shared and pieced together and what can be observed. But couldn't he have sent you a voice memo rather than waking you up?

I'm curious if he has any fic recommendations for the fandom? And, also, what is in his Bri Bri playlist?

I like your mom's response to your brother's belief that both him and Gale being in motorcycle accidents makes them soulmates. Maybe they could be soulmates for another reason. Your brother could kiss Randy, for instance.

I hope your 2024 is lovely so far! I can't wait to hear your dad's reaction to being ambushed with QAF.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf in the year of our lord 2023 #now 2024 edition

[gimmethatagustd]

✨ jai's wip wednesday ✨

happy wednesday, besties! i actually forgot that i said i would do a wip wednesday every week jsdhkfs but alas! here i am right at the end of the day (for me at least)

(i feel like i've been talking to y'all ALL DAY i'm so sorry. i swear i will shut up soon)

for this week's wip, i present you with a snippet from the next installment of keep singing this lie - featuring a very sweaty and sexy vocal line

this is HEAVILY unedited and will probs go through LOTS of changes before the final draft, but i hope you enjoy it for what it is

warnings: groping, alcohol, tae is a lil slut

Jimin flashes Jungkook a grin. 

“Hmm, I don’t know, are you getting tired? I feel pumped.” 

“It’s getting kinda hot in here, isn’t it? What do you guys think?” 

“Look at us. We’re all comfortable, but someone else doesn’t look too good, huh?” 

“V?” 

Every female voice in the venue erupts as Taehyung rises from his seat at the drums, his iconic lopsided grin flashing pearly white teeth that gleam in the stage lighting, and really that’s all they need. 

Taehyung flips his drumsticks around long elegant fingers a few times as he banters with Jimin about taking a break. It’s all one giant skit their more loyal fans are familiar with. It’s part of their intermission - to get some water and keep the crowd engaged while the bandmates take a breather. 

“I could probably take a break, yeah?” 

Jungkook watches as Taehyung steps from behind the drumset and stands front and center on stage. Usually, either Seokjin or Jimin will start strumming some sensual little tune, perhaps a riff from one of their songs. Today it’s Jimin because he’s in a flirtatious mood and can’t help but try to make Taehyung squirm.

The flash of teeth and his grey eyes make him look predatory as he sheds his leather jacket. His t-shirt clings to his body like a second skin. It shouldn’t be possible for someone to look so good absolutely drenched in sweat, but Taehyung manages to. He’s so sweaty Jungkook can see the darkness of his nipples through the white cotton. 

He tosses the jacket to Seokjin, much to the frustration of fans who wished to take it home for themselves. 

He immediately drops his hands down to his belt as he kicks off his shoes. It’s rather ridiculous, really. But the girls go wild, and the guys get a kick out of watching someone do something on stage that they’d never have the balls to do. 

And then Taehyung steps out of his jeans. Like always, his briefs are black. They’re tight, leaving nothing to the imagination. 

Fans who have never seen the skit before tend to lose their minds over the tattoo Taehyung reveals as he steps out of his pants. It’s a tiger, large and intimidating, as it stalks down the length of his thigh. 

It’s hot. Taehyung is hot. Jungkook couldn’t deny it, even if he wanted to. 

Sure, the girls swoon over Jungkook. But for Taehyung? They go feral. 

Seokjin hands him the bottle of Hennessy, which he takes a large swig of. 

Some of the girls closest to the stage reach up to grab at Taehyung’s thighs, a few of them throwing caution to the wind and actually palming his cock through his briefs. It doesn’t faze him. If anything, it fuels him. He takes another drink of the golden alcohol, and lets some of it dribble down his face. 

Jungkook watches the liquor flow from his neck to his collarbones, then trickle down his chest and get absorbed into the band of his briefs. 

Once his eyes reach Taehyung’s Adonis belt, Jungkook finally looks away and tries to school his face. By the mischief of Jimin’s grin, he’s sure the scowl is there anyway. 

This is the part Jungkook hates. He hates seeing Taehyung get like this, like some kind of larger-than-life caricature of himself. 

Jungkook knows drummers don’t get as much attention or camera time because they’re always in the back - even though Taehyung provides vocals for a large chunk of their songs. Yes, he wants Taehyung to feel just as adored as the rest of the band. 

But Taehyung turns greedy, Jungkook thinks as he watches his bandmate grab a girl to guide her palm up his crotch. Jungkook thinks Taehyung turns into someone that isn’t him. 

#jai's wip wednesday #kstl

[beetoo]

into the A.M. chapter 1 :: wednesday runs out of batteries

LINKS :: WATTPAD :: AO3

Assuming her werewolf roommate was out partying every Friday night, Wednesday Addams never questioned why Enid Sinclair comes back at 3 in the morning. But when her winghand helps her find her roomie's secret radio show, things become a little more, fascinating between the two.

Inspired by @a-queercodedthis 's post!

Being a criminal justice major suited Wednesday Addams. If she were just a little more deviant, the lack of ‘justice’ in her major title would probably be a better way to describe her. All at once, Wednesday could be everything she wanted in the world: Correct. Nothing gloats her ego more than proving people wrong and getting to kill people on the side if needed.

Over the years, Thing would testify Wednesday has softened. Not to the outside world. Rather, only when a familiar blonde werewolf was to be in the room—Wednesday became nothing short of a copy of her own father. What irritates Thing is no matter how good of a winghand he is, the two densely dunces don’t seem to be capable of connecting the dots.

But Thing is confident his recent schemes might work this time.

“What is this?” Wednesday holds up a pamphlet for the Nevermore Radio hours. Thing jumps to grab it out of her hand, fidgeting the paper around until it uncrumples flat onto Wednesday’s desk. The hand jumps with joy when he finds what he’s searching for and aggressively taps at his newfound wealth of information.

“‘Enid Sinclair hosting ‘Into the AM’ from 12-3AM on 107.5?’ What are you insinuating, that I listen to her ghastly k-pop sounds? I’m trying to study, not kill myself.”

Thing signs in frustration. “You say that as you’re tuning the radio. Get over yourself, Wednesday.”

The raven-haired girl says nothing to her handy compadre and busies herself with the radio. While she continues to turn the dial to ‘107.5’, she looks over at her analog clock on her desk which shows the time to be ‘12:45’.

“Tell me, tell me, tell tell tell tell tell tell me…” Wednesday groans. “I don’t think I’ll last until three, Thing.”

“꿈이 아니라고 말해 말해줘요… Weeee love our Wonder Girls. K-pop icons since the start of time. Hey, if you’re listening and have some song requests, come on up and send them! Give us a call at [phone]! If not, next on our playlist is—”

Thing throws his own phone to Wednesday, jumping on her desk to urge her to give the radio a dial. Wednesday fumbles with the phone in her hand, hustling her fingers onto the touchscreen.

“Oh! We have a caller! Have any song requests my friend?” Enid says over the radio, clueless to Wednesday’s identity.

“Anything but this k-pop garbage you’ve been playing. If my ears could cry, they would’ve been by now.”

“Oh please, ‘Tell Me’ is the most iconic song of its age! Plus it’s a romantic pop song that reminds the listeners of the wonderful feelings of a fresh relationship and being told you’re the one and only one. Isn’t that cute!?”

Wednesday groans into the phone, crossing her arms while keeping it close to her ear. “Iconic or not, definitely an acquired taste.”

“Well then, mystery caller, what do you propose would outshine this iconic love song?” Enid hums through the radio. Anyone could tell she was amused, surprisingly unmoved by the mystery caller’s remarks, but there was not a soul listening to their conversation. Not a lot even knows about Nevermore Radio.

“Besame Mucho by Andrea Bocelli. Listen to it, and translate the lyrics on Google if you’re not familiar with the language of Spanish, Miss Sinclair.” Wednesday suggests, reminiscing on her childhood listening to her father serenades her mother to this song. “You will not regret it.”

“Alright, next on the playlist, Besame Mucho by Andrea Bocelli as requested by the mystery caller!” Enid declares, and the intro to the song plays quietly in the background as Wednesday walked to her desk, hanging up her line. She looks to Thing who gives her a thumbs up.

Slumping at her desk, she slips down into a more relaxed position as she listens her favorite childhood song sing a ballade in the air of her dorm room. Wednesday goes to close her eyes, remembering the times this song came to existence in her life. 

Besame, besame mucho. Como si fuera ésta noche La última vez.

Gomez sung as he sat young Wednesday on his lap. Looking at his wife, he smiles wickedly, crooked, and manipulated with pure undeniable love. His eyes soften at the sight of beauty in front of him, feeling drunk in contentment. 

“Kiss me passionately, cara mia. As if this were our last night spent together.” He whispers, looking at Morticia’s supple pale lips. 

“Querido, always kiss me as if death was tomorrow.” Morticia utters back, closing the gap between them to share a passionate kiss. This goes on behind Wednesday who was preoccupied with her new baby brother that was in her mother’s hands. A new Addams had joined them that day named Pugsley. The girl didn’t mind another person to experiment on and ‘play’ with.

Kiss me now, kiss me with passion. Kiss me as if this were to be our very last night.

Wednesday sits up from her seat, cringing at the memory. For as long as I can remember, those two were always inside each other’s throats. Never-ending was her parents’ love for each other. A curse for her, a blessing for them. Over time she desensitized, but sadly not amnesic. 

Quiero tenerte muy cerca, Mirame en tus ojos, Verte junto a mi.

Gomez sang as he assisted Morticia’s mother with dinner one night. It was their anniversary and he wanted to surprise his bride and family with a feast to remember. Wednesday always remembered her father’s random acts of love. Unpredictable was a great word to describe the Addams family, no more than their head of the house. 

At the table, the man hummed the rest of the song, as she prepared it by throwing (literally) everything into place (and it landed into place). The insurmountable luck Gomez Addams has is beyond anyone’s belief, even the man himself is befuddled by it. But every morning he greets his ancestors with pride and thanksgiving. He believes without his luck, he may never have found the love of his life.

As everything was prepped, Wednesday sat at the dining table. She concerned herself with where to place Nero’s grave after today’s incident, preoccupied with grief and sorrow, not realizing her mother welcomed herself into the room with a bouquet full of flowerless roses.

“Mon cher! Let us eat!” Gomez beams, looking up at his gorgeous wife in pride and joy.

“Mon amour, for you.” Morticia hands him the bouquet. “Full of thorns, the way you enjoy it.” She quips.

Gomez takes the flowers, letting it prickle into his hand. Unmoved, Gomez continues to hold the flowerless stems while looking wide-eyed as his wife as if her beauty caught him in a trance. Morticia smiles at her lover and takes the flowers where they find homage in a nearby vase, taking Gomez’s hand, and licking away the blood before kissing the inside of his palm.

“Don’t torture yourself, Gomez. That’s my job.” Morticia teases, as she tugs him into a kiss on the lips. The two looked into each other’s eyes, seeing their love for one another reflecting on it. 

I want to hold you so closely, Look into your eyes to find You mirroring me.

The song trails on the first verse a couple more times before it stops and Wednesday finally hears Enid’s voice once again.

“Okay, I admit that was a beautiful song. I would literally die if someone sang that to me. That second last part, pardon my accent, ‘quero tenerte muy cerca, mirame en tus ojos verte junto a mi’ Just hits my heart strings. I wish I had someone who loved me the way this person who wrote this song did.”

Wednesday picks up Thing’s phone again to dial the radio’s number.

“Oh! Do we have another requester? Or is it mystery caller from earlier again? Hello! You’re live!”

“Hmm. I feel like mystery caller for a nickname is quite tacky. Give it some more thought. Do you admit defeat, Sinclair?”

“Haha, why don’t I call you grumpy for your grumpy personality? You must be miserable to be calling me on a Friday night. And no! I don’t! I will find you a better song! More lovely and romantic!” Enid declares, causing Wednesday to smile at the radio in front of her (Thing watching this from the edge of Wednesday’s bed, giggling if he could).

“I’d like to see you try and outdo Andrea Bocelli.”

“Well, when you put it that way now it seems impossible.”

“Hmm. Well, I have all the studying time in the world you could possibly take over, give it a try.”

“If you’re so confident in your music taste, why don’t you run this station then?” Wednesday could hear Enid’s pout through the radio.

“Mmm, I suppose I’d like to stay a mystery caller.”

“Fine then. In an attempt to outdo our mystery caller, Fog as a Bullet by The Marias is next up on our playlist. So sit back, relax, and enjoy my amazing music taste.”

Wednesday presses her lips in an attempt to block a smile from surfacing. She can’t be serious. I hope it’s not another k-pop song. She leans closer to her desk, lowering the volume of her radio, and preparing her ears. Knowing Enid’s taste in music, her expectations for this song were already 6 feet under her feet. The girl stood up from her seat, ready to grab her noise-canceling headphones hanging on the edge of her bed until she heard the intro ease in–and the first verse sung over her doubts.

Estaré, contando el tiempo en mí. Contando hasta morir. Qué falta me haces aquí. I’ll be counting time within me. Counting until I die. How much I need you here.

“Thing, increase the volume.” Thing follows the woman’s request but also places a finger on his side while facing Wednesday to make her feel a little guilty. “Oh shut up, I know,” Wednesday mutters, as she leans her weight on the side of her desk closer to her bed and folded her arms before closing her eyes to listen closely to the music.

Estaré volando entre niebla y el mar. Volando entre dioses y paz. Qué rabia que ya tu no estás.

I’ll be flying between fog and sea. Flying between gods and peace. What a rage that you are no longer here.

This is a lot more depressing than what Enid usually listens to. How does she know of this kind of music? Wednesday’s tight-lipped smile slowly turns into a frown realizing something. Who could she possibly be hanging out with to know this kind of song? It’s definitely not anyone from the Nightshades. She scoffs. Nothing but unsavory pop music and rap. Does she even have other friends besides them?

Llorando, Me la paso llorando. Me la paso añorando Me la paso en ti.

Crying, I spend my time crying. I spend my time yearning. I spend my time on you.

“Gosh, I love that song. I found it on TikTok one time and It’s been one of my all-time favorite songs to disassociate to.” Wednesday walks over to the desk to shut down her computer and organize her papers for the night, placing them in their respective spots before tucking her chair in for the night before grabbing the radio and Thing’s phone and heading to her bed.

“That was weird, ignore I said that. Anyways! Even though I feel like the writer of this song meant this as a song mourning the loss of someone, to me, it feels romantic. Like, you’re counting the days you die to reunite with someone because you desperately miss their presence. I don’t know, maybe because it reminds me of my crush—”

Wednesday drops her radio. 

In a state of panic, she drops to the floor and scrambles for the batteries that are rolled into the abyss of lost things in her room. Finding only one and shoving it into its rightful compartment, the radio hums nothingness that somehow is the loudest thing in Wednesday’s room. 

“Fuck.”

a/n: the first chapter is out! expect chapter 2 next week which will be from Enid's perspective >:D exciting!

#wenclair #wenclair fic

[gabelish]

This rolling stone article is fucking hilarious.

Once upon a time, long before he set his sights on the White House, Donald Trump leveraged his massive real estate empire into a braggadocious reality TV show called The Apprentice. The show’s bombastic theme song sang “money, money, money, money,” at viewers over shots of Trump’s New York properties, private planes, and helicopters. Now, two decades after the show first premiered, the former president is begging his followers to fork over cash in order to preserve the assets on which he built his throne.

“KEEP YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF TRUMP TOWER!” Trump’s campaign screamed in a text message sent out Wednesday morning to potential donors. “Insane radical Democrat AG Letitia James wants to SEIZE my properties in New York. THIS INCLUDES THE ICONIC TRUMP TOWER!” Trump added in a memo linked in the text message.

“Before the day is over, I’m calling on ONE MILLION Pro-Trump patriots to chip in and say: STOP THE WITCH HUNT AGAINST PRESIDENT TRUMP!” the donation page read.

[…]

Attorneys for the former president also indicated in court filings that Trump may be forced to sell his properties to make the payment. On Tuesday, he raged on Truth Social that he would “be forced to mortgage or sell Great Assets, perhaps at Fire Sale prices, and if and when I win the Appeal, they would be gone.”

But while Trump has historically been very adept at skirting the consequences of his actions, if he can’t come up with that all-important “money, money, money, money,” he might be shit out of luck.

He has to pay $434 million by March 26th, 2024, or secure a bond (which so far no company has been willing to give him including the one already giving him a bond for the E. Jean Carroll case) or New York can start seizing his properties. $434 million is, according to Forbes, 16% of his net worth.

#donald trump #fuck trump #2024 elections

[magdasabs]

Okay im not On here often enough and my tumblr skills is bad. Sabs, please explain Who fletcher is and why we (yes we) are obsessed with her??

oh bestie it's such a fucking wild ride 😭 I apologise in advance for how long this will be but you don't understand how obsessed I am with this, it's probably unhealthy

fletcher is a really awesome queer musician! she writes beautiful lyrics and is known for being super honest and blunt, some would even say too much but it's kinda iconic. I met her last month and she's the sweetest angel and she has a new album coming out on friday!! absolutely worth listening to

basically the relevant bit here is she dated a very popular lesbian youtuber (shannon) from 2016 to 2020 and they had a pretty intense love story that they never actually discussed publicly UNTIL they broke up and fletcher released an ep called The S(ex) Tapes all about their relationship and shannon directed every music video for it and starred in two of them too. at the same time they also released a huge amount of pictures, videos, text screenshots and voice notes from their relationship which was just insane. oh, and this was during 2020 where they decided to spend 4 months quarantined together despite having broken up before that. this was an iconic era and still one of my faves music-wise and if you want more details, this is such a good thread

the whole thing really became more mainstream in 2022 when fletcher released her debut album, a lot of which was about shannon still, and in particular a song called 'becky's so hot' that seriously took off on lesbian tiktok. becky was shannon's new girlfriend and the two had a whole beef on tiktok about it and there were tshirts involved and it's a whole thing but honestly not my fave so I won't expand too much 😅

anyways the next chapter is they happened to run into each in 2023 at an eras tour concert and fletcher wrote an amazing song about it called 'eras of us' and around the same time shannon started a podcast called exes and o's where she said she'd talk about her relationships among other stuff.

which leads us to today when she released a sneak peak of this episode and there was it includes an 'um' that is very obviously fletcher to anyone who knows her voice. and of course the internet is breaking over it because this is huuuge, no one really thought it would ever happen and again, they never ever discussed their relationship so it's crazy it's happening 4 years after they broke up and 8 years after they met.

also, it is both of their birthdays tomorrow (stream 'birthday girl' by fletcher, it's my fav), podcast comes out on wednesday and then fletcher's album on friday so everything is crazy

[cardcaptorsakura96]

Difference of Taste

Scene: From the tv show Wednesday

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, and Teschmacher from Supergirl

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 750

A/N: This is for the Rewrite Challenge hosted by @choicesprompts This is a rewrite of a scene in the Wednesday tv series using Supergirl characters.

Summary: Lena and Kara have a difference of opinion of their room and what it means to be roommates.

Lena stared at the multicolored window in the room that she shared with Kara. She winced at the display. It looked like candy exploded everywhere. She sighed and took out a black tap and divided the room in half even the window. On her side, she started peeling the multicolored plastic off of the window. By the time she was almost finished, Kara had arrived back to the room. 

“Hey, what are you doing to my room?” asked Kara looking miffed. 

“I thought this was our room. Your side of the room looks like it is covered in unicorn vomit.”

“You can’t just make changes to the room without saying….”

“Shush. I need silence.” said Lena walking to her desk with the typewriter. 

“Silence for what?” 

“I take an hour out of my day to write my novel. If you put in half as much time on your blog, it could be at least half coherent. I read mental patients journals more coherent than your work.”

“At least I am doing something that I love in my own voice” said Kara pouting. 

“You say that like it gives you any prestige” mused Lena. 

“I have tons of followers that love my content and eagerly await for me to produced more.”

“Yes, you have moronic readers that are only able to understand the small icons you post.”

“You mean emoji’s? People use them to express their feelings.” said Kara baffled. 

“And?”

Kara chuckled, “I forgot having feelings is a foreign concept to you”

“The following emojis come to mind when I think of you: bottle, barf face, skull and crossbones.”

Kara looked shocked as Lena headed back to her desk. 

“By the way, if you are going to continue to gossip about me on your blog, you should know that Luthor is spelled with or instead of er. It would give your writing more integrity if you got the subjects name spelled right.”

As Lena started to type, she heard the beginning of Respect by Aretha Franklin playing in the background. Lena turned around and saw Kara dancing like a moron to the song. 

Lena got out of her chair and slowly started walking to Kara and said, “Turn that off.”

“I can’t hear you” smirked Kara while continuing to dance. 

Lena narrowed her eyes and raised her hands. Around her hands started forming a magical orb. 

“If you don’t turn that off…”

Kara turned to stare directly at her, but now her eyes were glowing red. 

“I would be careful of what you say next. I don’t want to accidentally cause you to pop, now do we” said Kara smiling wickedly. 

The two girls glared at each other before they heard a knock at the door. They quickly stopped their powers and turned off the music just as an older woman entered the room. 

The woman stood in front of the door and said, “I am so sorry for introducing myself to you so late this evening. The plants were being in particularly finicky about their food source today. Did I interrupt anything?”

Both girls shook their heads. 

“Ah perfect!” 

The older woman walked to Lena and said, “It is a pleasure to meet you Lena. My name is Eve Teschmacher. I am the room mom for this dorm. I always present the new girls with a flower that I think that best represent their personality.”

Ms. Teschmacher produce a black flower from behind her back. 

“A black dahlia” mused Lena. 

“Ah, you have heard of it.”

“Of course. It reminds me of my favorite unsolved mystery. I love it!”

“Perfect! I see that you have already met Kara. I hope she has been showing you the ropes.”

“Kara has been very hospitable during my time here. I hope to return the favor by making her my favorite sleeping potion. Hopefully, it can give her a long, long, night sleep.”

Kara looked at Lena warily.

“Ok…. Well, there is a couple of rules that I want to go over before I take my leave. Lights out at 10pm, no boys under any circumstances in the dorms, and keep your magic and laser beams to yourselves.”

Both girls stared at her startled. 

Ms. Teschmacher chuckled and said, “Don’t think i didn’t see how you two were behaving before I got here. I expect both of you to at least respect one another during your time here.”

Ms. Teschmacher then smile and left while Kara and Lena stared at each other baffled. 

@choicesjuly2023challenge

#choicespromts #rewritechallenge #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorp #supergirl #wednesday #supergirl fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #dc comics #supercorp fanfiction #choices fandom #choices fanfiction

[plsinsertcoinz]

So I was tagged by @claraisms, thanks gnome!!

The Rules: Tag (9) people you want to know better and/or catch up with, then answer the following:

Four Ships:

Sondam {SDR2} - The Gomez & Morticia Addams of Danganronpa, I love them so much!!

Bumbleby {RWBY} - I just -clenches fist- really love them a lot!!

Benverly {It Chapter 1&2} - “Your hair is winter fire. January embers. My heart burns there, too.” is still so god damn iconic!!

Wenclair {Wednesday} - Wednesday had more chemistry with Enid than both Tyler & Xavier. No I will not be taking criticism.

Last Song: Kill Bill by SZA.

Currently Reading: Uhhh, I honestly don’t remember ooop— 🫢

Last Movie: The Purge Anarchy. If anyone’s gonna get into this series don’t bother with the first movie & start with this one. It’s been a few years since I’ve seen Anarchy, but after my latest rewatch I still think it’s pretty good!!

Craving: Shrimp Alfredo.

Tagging: @curiousscientistkae, @arrancaria, @careleus, @skipperxiv, @fantemz, @madamemisora, @rwbystuffbecauseimbored, @alien-tidays & @dearsheroozle.

#ramble ramble ramble #tag memes #claraisms #thanks for the tag!! #why is picking 4 ships always so hard?!

[whileiamdying]

Brazilian rock icon Rita Lee dies aged 75

Brazil’s president hails Lee, a singer central to the politically charged Tropicalia movement, as ‘ahead of her time’.

9 May 2023

Renowned Brazilian rock singer and songwriter Rita Lee, an icon of the Tropicalia artistic movement, has died after a two-year battle with lung cancer, her family said on Tuesday. She was 75.

“We announce the death of Rita Lee at her home in Sao Paulo late last night, surrounded by all the love of her family, as she always wanted,” a statement posted on the singer’s Instagram account said, inviting the public to her wake on Wednesday.

Her death brought an outpouring of tributes from artists, politicians and celebrities who cheered her trailblazing role in Brazilian rock.

President Luiz Inacio Lula da Silva called her “an artist ahead of her time” and “one of the greatest and most brilliant names in Brazilian music”.

Rita Lee Jones de Carvalho was born on December 31, 1947, in Sao Paulo, to a dentist of United States descent and a Brazilian pianist with Italian ancestry.

She was central to Brazil’s politically charged Tropicalia movement, which emerged in defiance of a military dictatorship starting in 1964, and her work at the time was often censored.

With more than 20 albums recorded and 55 million records sold, her songs touched on issues related to feminism and sex in an era when such issues were taboo.

Although she regarded her voice as “weak and a little out of tune”, like a sparrow’s, she enjoyed a long run of top-selling albums, including Rita Lee and Rita Lee & Roberto de Carvalho, and dozens of her songs were featured in widely watched telenovelas in Latin America.

The behemoth television network Globo used her rendition of the song Poison Weed (Poison Ivy) in three of its programmes.

“I was not born to get married and wash underwear. I wanted the same freedom as the boys who used to play in the street with their toy cars,” she told the Brazilian edition of Rolling Stone in 2008.

“When I got into music, I realised that the ‘machos’ reigned absolute, even more in rock music. ‘Wow’, I said, ‘this is where I’m going to let my fangs out and, literally, give them a hard time.’”

Lee gained fame in the 1960s with the band Os Mutantes, formed with Arnaldo Baptista and Sergio Dias, playing alongside legends of Brazilian pop music such as Gilberto Gil and Caetano Veloso to international acclaim.

Kicked out of Os Mutantes by Baptista, whom she had been married to, for supposed artistic differences, Lee played with the band Tutti Frutti in the 1970s.

That band broke up towards the end of the decade, leading Lee to start her solo career, and she played often with her husband Roberto de Carvalho, the father of her three children.

Eventually, her popularity extended beyond Brazil.

She performed in Portugal, England, Spain, France and Germany. In 1988, the British newspaper Daily Mirror revealed that then-Prince Charles admired her song Lanca Perfume and considered her his favourite singer.

She won a Latin Grammy in the Best Portuguese Language Album category in 2001, for her album, 3001.

Lee was diagnosed with lung cancer in 2021 and had been undergoing treatment since then.

#rita lee #rita lee jones #obituary