#ah the good old period dances

[griffonsgrove]

omg hello!! I saw you post those vox headcanons and wow I was literally kicking my feet and giggling LOL. I also saw you take requests right now! (at least that’s what it said in your rules) and I wanted to request something : D

could I request general alastor headcanons with a GN! Reader please ? :D

Thank you!

General Dating Headcanons | Alastor

a/n: Of course my dear!! I love how Alastor is portrayed in the series, he’s easily one of my favorite characters! I’ve been wanting to do these for quite a bit, so thank you for the request!

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Wordcount: 1991

Cw: Hazbin Spoilers, minor violence, mentions of death, murder

(PLATONIC):

Ah so you managed to capture the attention of the infamous Radio Demon? You should be honored he even considers you worth his time! Not most demons have that luxury, they never live long enough to see.

Al strikes me as the kind of guy who knows everyone, he’s very observant and has eyes everywhere (his shadow friends extend throughout the entirety of the pride ring). He’s got connections in just about anything. He’s bound to have at least seen you once.

That being said, he views other sinners as inferior to him, if you don't have any power, he doesn't really see you as much of a threat (let’s be honest even if you did, he still wouldn't feel threatened)

He’s quite intrigued when he sees a frail little thing like you walk through the hotel doors. You're here on your own free will, seeking redemption? Oh, this will be quite entertaining.

You’re well aware of who he is, having been in hell for quite some time, even before his 7 yearlong disappearance, you knew to be wary in his presence.

It often left you being timid or skittish around him at first.

The deer demon had a knack for popping up at the most inconvenient of times, out of nowhere it seems (perks of being able to shadow travel). He would scare the daylights out of you nearly every time. Whether it was intentional or not, it always got a good laugh out of him.

And that smile…He was always smiling, you can't ever recall a moment where he wasn't, not even a falter. It's definitely an intimidation tactic you think. After all, you're never fully dressed without one!~

Despite this, he’s a charmer. He has this flare about him that oozes confidence whenever he speaks with you, to anyone really. He’s able to talk his way into and out of anything. One of the many perks of being a showman. Alastor is witty, charming and entertaining to say the least. Life is never dull with him around.

And if you happen to be from the same time period?? It’ll only want him to be around you even more! Finally, someone he can relate to in this cesspool.

This man is quite the chatterbox. He looooves to reminisce about the good ol’ days, always talking about how things were in his radio days. He could talk for literal hours and not break a sweat. You’ll often have to politely interject when he rambles on for too long, not that he minds.

Did I mention he can cook too?? Really well, surprisingly. He claims he learned from his dearest mother. He had to put a name to her famous Jambalaya recipe! When you tried it for the first time your socks were nearly blown right off from how much cayenne pepper he put into it. He likes a little spice.

He's!! Always!! Humming!! The man loves to sing, he often finds himself absentmindedly humming old tunes from the 20’s as he goes about his day. Whether he’s out for a stroll, enjoying a nice cup of tea, or running around the hotel, he’s humming.

This has been stated before, but Alastor is not big on physical touch from others unless he's the one initiating it. There have been many times where he’s pulled you into a little dance or twirl while he explains something. It never fails to surprise you each time.

He’ll often use his microphone staff to push or touch something, more specifically someone. He doesn't like to touch sinners that often, God knows where they’ve been. You’ve seen him whack Angel upside the head with it before, the spider tried getting a little too close for comfort. But for you he’ll make an exception.

Very well groomed!! He puts a lot of effort into his appearance, and cares about how he projects himself to the public eye. His hair is always neatly styled to perfection, shoes shined, and is always dressed to the nines. I mean did you see how mad he got when Pentious ripped a part of his coat off?

As the two of you begin to spend some more time together, you find yourself often having little meetups, the both of you would chat, share a cup of tea and just enjoy each other’s company. He liked to sit on the patio, he had a little table, and everything set up for you two.

Alastor makes sure to keep an eye on you regularly. He may have his shadow sneak around and stalk you while you're out. He’ll use the excuse that ‘Hell is a dangerous place!’, He can't have some low-life sinner trying to harm you, that would make him a terrible friend!

Undeniably has a soft spot for you that he’ll never admit aloud, he genuinely enjoys your company and likes having someone around that will humor him and listen to his stories. Grandpa.

Overall, Al is quite a good friend to have, you feel like you can confide in him at any point, he’s surprisingly a wonderful listener. The more time you spend together only strengthens your little friendship. Even to the point where you both will grow to have a mutual respect for each other. He initially scared you at first, given his reputation, but underneath all the ruthless chaos is a true gentleman.

(ROMANTIC):

My man is sooo conflicted at first, He’ll spend hours in his den thinking about his feelings. (We’ve all seen the inside of his room, literally half of it is a swamp). The scenery can only soothe him so much as he contemplates on what to do.

This is probably where you will begin to less and less of him for a time being as he works out his inner turmoil.

But, once he finally comes to terms with these undeniable feelings, he decides to confront you privately, away from any prying eyes. Ahem Angel…

Very old-fashioned, this is where he will properly ask to court you. 

You’ll never know this but he was actually kind of nervous, he was worried you’d reject his offer, but imagine to his surprise when you said yes!! He kind of felt giddy.

Congratulations! You now have a cannibalistic deer overlord as your boyfriend

He’s such a gentleman, I literally cannot say it enough, the man was raised right and he respects you! 

You literally never have to open a door with him around. He holds your chair out for you, always walks on the outer side of the sidewalk, pays for every meal and is constantly giving you compliments left and right. And they say chivalry is dead.

Alastor loves to gift flowers to you. Every few weeks or so he’ll give you a new bouquet. They're different each time, some have a meaning while others he simply thought you’d enjoy. You have a special place in your room where you keep them.

Now that you’re in a relationship, the two of you are basically joined at the hip. Wherever you are, Alastor is not far behind. He doesn't want to admit it but the overlord is kind of clingy. He doesn't like being too far from you.

If there’s ever a reason he has to be away from you, he’ll often have a few of his little imp dolls watch after you. You always thought they were cute little fellas anyways.

The both of you aren't exactly private about your relationship, but at the same time you’re not screaming it out from the rooftops either. Alastor is well aware of the dangers you could possibly face due to his status. He’s made a lot of enemies in his time, and doesn't want to see you get hurt on his behalf.

That being said though, no demon in their right mind would try to threaten you.

God forbid they touch you either. They’d be ripped in half before they could even get another word out. 

He's fiercely protective over you. He tries to play it off as nonchalantly as possible, but you know he cares about you immensely, it’s rather sweet really.

Now about physical affection. Things will go very slowly in the beginning, as said before he's fine with things as long as he's the one initiating it. If you two are out for a stroll you’ll have your arm gently looped with his as you walk down the chipped sidewalks. You’ll have to be extremely patient with him, he’s not used to this “love” and “affection”

If you’re ever having a bad day however, he’ll slip out of his comfort zone for you, and allow you to hold onto him for as long as you please, in the privacy of your own room of course.

One of his favorite things to do with you, is to slow dance. There's something so intimate and special about it. It could be late into the evening, when everyone else had gone to their respective rooms for the night, If you listen closely though, you’ll hear the soft hum of music coming from Alastor’s den, he has you in his arms, the both of you gently sway in a slow waltz across the room to the quiet love songs emitting from his radio. It’s here that you truly savor these private moments with him.

Speaking of music, Al loves to sing to you. Oftentimes it may be a ballad or love song, and if you join in with him? He’ll fall for you even more. 

Cooking! He loves to whip up all his favorite dishes just for you, oftentimes you’ll help him in the kitchen, even if it’s the smallest thing. It's become an annual thing you two like to do together. He makes sure that you get only the best meat that this side of hell can provide.

He’ll often call you a mix of different pet names, here's a few of his favorites: Cher, Darling, Beloved, Dearest, Love, Mon Amour, Doll

Which btw on the topic of meat, Al is canonically a cannibal, he’ll often eat demon meat in his meals, and will have you try it at least once.

Admittedly has gotten slightly jealous of his own shadow. The mischievous thing was always trying to steal your attention away from him, oftentimes it would work, you would always give in and humor him, saying that ‘Even his shadow needed some loving too!’. With a strained smile, Alastor shoots a glare at the inky mass of himself, who just looks at him with a smug grin.

Will have you meet Rosie at least once. She’s one of his other closest friends, and a real sweetheart. At first she comes off as really scary and intimidating. but the more you get to know her, and she's for certain that you wont hurt her friend, she’s much more friendlier. 

You two actually bond together somewhat, having little chats about Alastor occasionally, or about her business.

It’s safe to say that this man would kill hundreds if not thousands for you. You have him wrapped around your little finger. If you ever have someone bothering you, they might as well already be dead, because this man will hunt them down like prey. And eat them too.

Honestly, Alastor as a lover is nothing short of wholesome. He’s so attentive and caring when it comes to you. Which is so refreshing to see, especially coming from one of hell’s most feared overlords. Things will most likely start of slow, but if you’re patient with him, all the hard work will be rewarded tenfold. He had initially thought the Princess of Hell’s Hotel was one of the biggest jokes of the century, but what he wasn't expecting was you to be one of the best things to come out of it. You both were cast down to suffer an eternal damnation in hell, but at least now you can endure it together <3.

#x reader #headcanons #dating headcanons #hazbin #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbinhotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor the radio demon #the radio demon #alastor #alastor x reader #gender neutral reader

[daydreamswithme]

hi, you said you mby wanted to get into writing? how about a meet cute situation? where harry is like famous and she doesn’t know but he looks familiar or something like that. if you don’t end up doing it that is also okay :) hope you’re having a good day xx

A/N: AAAH OMG!!! THIS ID MY FIRST REQUEST THANK UUUU XXXXX !!!! i didnt really know how to start this BUT I LOOKED UP SOME PROMPTS and chose this one:

THIS IS LIKE MORE THAN 2 YEARS OLD SO IT WAS WAY WAY BEFORE HARRY WON HIS GRAMMIES OR GAINED THE ALL THE FAME HE HAS NOW LOL (i started writing it right about the time lot first started in the usa i think????)

20: getting paired up at a dance class

You were running late.

So fucking late.

And you knew that Glenne was a perfectionist and she would have your head if you were late again-

But it wasn't your fault. Solely at least.

Everything was going wrong today. From getting your period this morning and staining your favourite sheets to the bus breaking down on the way down here, forcing you to walk the last 3 blocks in the pouring rain.

The universe seemed to hate you today.

Finally, though, you sigh as you push open the heavy door to the dance hall.

"I'm so sorry Glenne, I swear I got ready half an hour early and got on the early bus to come on time and oh my fucking god you won't believe what happened today-"

You are interrupted by a cough. And so you turn around slowly, prepared for the embarrassment you are going to have to endure, only to find that Glenne wasn't alone this time.

No, she was accompanied by Jeff and another man, but you just couldn't place a finger on who he was. You'd definitely seen him before because he looked familiar but-

" 'm Harry" is the first thing he says, before sticking his hand out for a handshake.

You take it, telling him your own name before he's cutting you off again.

"Oh my god your hands are freezing! Here I have an extra sweatshirt somewhere"

And he's running off, to the other side of the room where you find three gym bags placed on the floor. You turn quickly to Glenne, eyes wide and questioning before she mouths, 'Jeff's friend'

You nod in understanding and watch him shuffle through his cream crocheted tote bag, a sparkly 'HS' twinkling in the dance studio's light. A moment later, his hands pop out with a black hoodie, embroidered with 'Treat People With Kindness' that he hands to you hastily, urging you behind the room partition to change.

"This is Y/N?" you hear his voice again, and you are sure you've heard that british accent before, you just can't place your finger on it-

"Why? Interested?" you hear Glenne say in a teasing voice and you can just hear that stupid little smirk of hers-

"Alright enough, I can hear you, it's not like I'm actually in a different room" you say, quickly pulling the sweatshirt over your head but not before you hear some low murmurs. "Now let's get this over with" you sigh, while walking to the group. You turn to Harry, "Cute sweatshirt, thanks". He nods with a smile,

"Actually it's from-"

"Ah, you are all here...finally" the dance instructor comes in the room, and you narrow your eyes at her dig.

"I was like ten minutes late" you try to defend.

"Try 25" Glenne remarks while stretching, and you turn to Jeff who usually supports you, only to find him looking away from you, not wanting to get involved.

"Alright, let's start. Now, you two are the maid of honour and best man I presume?" you and Harry nod. "Now traditionally, you share a dance, usually a waltz once the guests are welcomed to the dance floor. We'll start first with leader's steps and see if that fits you" you both nod again. "Jeff and Glenne, feel free to do the same"

Your eyes fleet over at Harry for a moment, only to find him already looking at you. When you catch him he diverts his eyes quickly and you can't help the chuckle that leaves you.

"Something funny, Y/N?" the dance instructor chastises you, and just like you are a schoolgirl again you answer instinctively,

"No miss", making you and the rest of the group erupt in giggles. Harry is trying to hold it back, but you see the huge smile that takes over his face.

"Now, this dance is easy. It's exactly as it sounds, one leads while the other follows. If you are going for tradition, which I believe you are, it's usually the man that leads so, Harry, Jeff, turn to your partners"

Jeff turns to Glenne while Harry turns to you, putting his right hand out. He wiggles his brows and with a curious smile, you place your hand in his. He softly clutches it, before raising it and placing his other hand on your waist. You hear the dance teacher shuffling to put on the music and turn to Harry with a smile.

"Hey, so I've never waltzed before" you say, pursing your lips in a smile while he looks at you with a smile. "So if I accidentally step on both your feet at the same time, know that I'm sincerely sorry."

"I'll keep that in mind" he replies, giggling as he takes a step back. You follow reluctantly, taking a small step so you don't step on him. He nods, seemingly approving of your move and continues on.

You fall into a steady rhythm, one step forward, two steps right, one step left and one backward. It seems easy, you think to yourself and start making your steps bigger, your movement more confident.

That is of course, until you manage to step on both of his feet at the same time-

"Fuck!" you hear, a scream which breaks the beautiful silence that had encompassed the room, with you holding Harry's gaze, dancing like you had been doing it for years.

Harry runs for the small bench on the side of the room and a string of apologies spew out of your mouth. Jeff and Glenne look over, and you know, Glenne is going to kill you right about now-

"Shit! I'm so sorry Harry, oh fuck! Sorry!" you move over to him, who although clearly hurt, tried his smallest of smiles while reassuring you that it was fine, really, and it didn't actually hurt that much.

"I think that this is enough for today" you hear Glenne say through an annoyed huff, and you know, you know, you'll hear it over the phone tonight. You bite your lip anxiously, sliding next to Harry on the small wooden bench and placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Really, Harry, I'm so so sorry" you keep repeating and a small giggle floats through your ears. You're confused, until you turn to see Harry with a cute bunny smile, his eyes crinkling as he takes your apologies in. You aren't sure if the pain is making him delirious yet it couldn't have possibly hurt that much, right?

"Actually, you know what?" He speaks up, looking at you. You shrug, confused by the sudden shift in his mood. Your eyebrows knit in worry, and you look at him with glossed over eyes, hoping you didn't fuck this up.

"I don't think I can forgive you". Your eyes wide. His smile is infectious as he looks at you, and you allow yourself to calm down, telling yourself that that he's just joking-

"That is, unless you join me for dinner tonight?"

#hi #this is my first fic #its kinda shit #but pls be kind #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fanfic #harry styles blurbs

[blair-the-juggalho]

Ah! My love, you have once again opened ur requests for get me through life and bless me 🙏🙏

May I oh so request the Ericson gang (except the kiddos, we ain't do that here m'lady) x reader who can be that happiest person ever, energy is an all time high and very positive

BUT BUT

They tend to crash and burn a lot, they're like a four year old who ate to many pixie sticks in a club, and have a habit of burning out and finding their s/o and just...kinda falling asleep on em!

HEAR ME OUT! HEAR ME OUT!

Imagine: Mitch for example, doing idk what and here comes us happily tap dancing our ass in and just climbing onto his lap and falling our ass to sleep

If that makes sense! With my love, my one and only 🤭

YES OFC OMG THATS SO ME YOURE ALWAYS ON SPOT

Anything for you my love! I hope you enjoy <<33

SOZ FOR ANY MISTAKES I CANT READ TODAY!

Sorry if I messed this up No1 gal!

Please read the following text allowed with a Scottish accent:

MY BRAIN AINT BRAININ’

Twdg Ericsson gang with a reader who’s energetic but gets burnt out

Violet

Now this girl is just watching every crazy thing you do either giving you a loving eye roll or a stressed out very love filled sigh <<33

She can’t keep up with you but she loves watching you go crazy and scaring the shit out of Ruby

It’s so funny to her-

She’ll be chilling in her dorm and you burst through and waddle over to her

Climbing into her lap and then falling fast asleep

“Oh fucking god finally-“

She’ll sit there and let you rest for a few hours as she just lets her mind wonder and relaxe

And when you wake up you’re back to fully energy mode

“The walkers alive huh?” She jokes

She finds it adorable

This girl might play a tough act and tell you to chill out some times but DONT EVER she loves it

Especially because at some point you’ll come back to her for a good rest and relaxation

Mitch

It took him time to get use to all your energy

But he did like it when you got all sleepy because then he could actually spend time with you and relax

So anyway, he was sat him his dorm room just chilling (because as much as he loves you there’s no way he’d let you sit on his lap or cuddle him in public. Mans got a reputation!)

And you come happily skipping in!

Mitch lets out a jokey sigh and puts down his knife he was carving

You sway about like a silly billy for a bit before climbing onto his lap and falling asleep

Ok now he’s confused

He held on to you gently and just sat there for a few minutes thinking about what tf he’s meant to do…

Are they actually asleep???

He’d gently call your name or gently shake you

Well Shit.

You’re asleep.

He lays down with you and waits for you to wake up

Honestly he enjoys the calmness of this situation

Louis

Now Louis, OUR GOD HIMSELF

HE CAN MATCH YOUR ENERGY LIKE A PRO!!!

He was so happy to have someone like you!

But when you get burnt out? You get burnt out together.

You know that joke that’s summat like “if you’re on your period then I’m on my period, it’s a uterUS!”

That’s him when it comes to literally everything

So you’ll both be in your dorm cuddling each other and falling asleep on each other

Everyone’s like “where’s Louis and (name)?

And someone’s (probably Mitch or Vi) are like “they probably finally crashed. Thank the heavens they give us a brake.”

As a joke ofc they all love ya!

When you two wake up it’s all a rise and repeat cycle baby!

Marlon

Marlon knew you where always up and running and found it really cute!

Even if he’s worried you’ll braking something or run into someone and start a fight by accident

But much like all the other he can’t keep up

He has important work to do!

So he watches you outside the head teacher’s office with a smile

This one afternoon you prance into his office and walk right up to marlon

He can tell you’re just about ready to crash

You sit on his lap before totally blacking out, fast asleep

He quietly laughs and shakes his head

He picks you up and places you on his bed in the office and joins you so he can rest with you

He finds it as equally adorable when you get all tried and will do whatever he can to make sure you’re ok

Aasim

He can’t keep up with you!

I mean don’t get me wrong he loves you but he spends his time watching you instead of joining in with you

But he’s always a few steps ahead

He can tell when you start getting tired

And my man practically teleports next to you

“You finally ready for bed?”

You lean against him, already feeling your eyelids getting heavier, you nod and he drags you back to your dorm

He just sits next to you and chills out with you

He will also stay in the room with you while you sleep incase you wake up

He’ll make sure to be quiet too

Omar

Omar likes to stay put making food all day, so he can’t really join you in whatever crazy shit your usually up too

Instead he just watches you from his cooking station, smiling and laughing as you dance about and do stupid parkour on the picnic benches

This is has gotten good at picking up on your body language btw

He can tell when you’re starting to get tired

You cheerfully walk over to him as he’s cooking and just lean on him

You either fall sleep standing up, using him as something to lean against

Or you fall on your ass when you tried to sleep

Omar laughs and carries you back to your dorm as quick as he can

He loves you but he can’t leave food unattended!

Omar’s even already prepared a meal for you so you can eat then have a rest

If you’ve gotten sleepy after he’s finished making food then he’ll sleep next to you, holding you tight

Ruby

As much as she admires when your energetic she’s just stood there in shock

“Now how the hell can you have this much energy in the morin’?” She jokes

She does love how positive you are!

It truly brightens up the pace and cheers her up so much!

But when you start getting burnt out she’s instantly by your side and sits you down so you can rest on her

just before you’re about to sleep she gets you up and walks you (or carries you if you’re too gone) to bed

She makes your bed and gets you all cozy

“See? I told you this would happen, sugar! You need to take more care of yourself.”

She already has a drink and some food ready for you when you wake up!

She knows you could use a boost of energy after your crash

Also I’m sorry but you’re not allowed coffee when your hyper (you don’t need THAT much energy…)

Hyper or burnt out, she’s always there to help you!

Brody

This girl is always on her toes with you

She usually can’t keep up with you when you’re energetic

She just watched you go crazy while she sits and laughs

She truely does find your energy adorable!But whenever you burn out?

She totally understands!

You’ll come up to her and rest your head on her shoulder

She already knows that means you’re ready to sleep

She’d wait until you’re fully out of it

AND BY SOME GREAT POWER OF THE GODS

She finds away to drag you’re fast asleep self all the way to bed

She’d cuddle you while you sleep and wait until you wake up

Brody gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead and softly laughs

“Finally awake? I’m not surprised! Your burning more energy than you already have! You should be more careful, sweetie.”

You never actually listen tho-

And she’s not surprised

Honestly she actually likes it when you get burnt out (as bad as it sounds) because it’s when you two share the most intimate and relaxing moments between you too

#twdg #the walking dead game #twdg x reader #twdg louis #twdg mitch #twdg marlon #twdg omar #twdg ruby #twdg violet #twdg aasim

[baejl]

KIM JAEIN MOMENTS THAT MAKE ME PROUD - #2

red velvet 6th member au \ superm 8th member au

jaein moments fans think about a lot

WARNINGS: this is just a few random scenarios I have, but have no imagination to make them full posts. starting off slow until we get back to the normal schedule. 

masterlist 🦋 requests are open feedback is always important to me!

1) Her first performance with Red Velvet after giving birth at SMCU PALACE @KWANGYA 

When we had the first performance of 'Feel My Rhythm' and 'Birthday' with all six members after John's birth, she was just glowing. The girls were extremely happy too. 

No one knew if Jaein would be part of the performances, and when she showed up, she instantly trended on twitter. 

2) When Jaein showed up at the shooting set of ‘28 reasons’ with little John, and we had a first glimpse of him. 

"Let's do it again..." 

Seulgi said, watching the scene she had just recorded. She realised someone coming into the set, and her eyes widened. 

"NO WAY!" she gasped, realising she said that way too loud for a two month-old baby. "Sorry..." she whispered. "No way! Hi, little one." 

She held her arms, and though John was a bit moody, he smiled at his auntie, shaking his little arms. 

"He just took a vaccine. He's a bit grumpy." Jaein explained, passing John over to Seulgi's arms. When she was cleaning the corner of his mouth, she realised a camera getting close, and hide his face with his little towel.

3) Her episode on the DIVE Studio podcast, and her opinions about some topics. 

"You said there was a time when you realised the difference between how male and female idols are treated. When was it?" Eric said, genuinely curious. 

"When I got in SuperM." she answered right away. "You see, Eric. I use the same dance, rapping and singing techniques in Red Velvet and SuperM. Somehow, even after years of being in the Red Velvet, some people still had a hard time accepting the positions I fill in the group. But, when I got in SuperM, the fact of me, a girl, as if it was a good argument to use, debuting next to these wonderfully talented men, made people think, 'okay, now I can see the idol she is', like... What the fuck?" 

"Oh!" Eric said, nodding. "I understand it now! Like, the fact you're debuting with men defines how talented you are?" 

"Exactly!" Jaein agreed. "And like, I just feel like, so mad! The girls are so talented. We all trained so hard to be where we are right now, to get it all diminished by the fact that we are women. At the end of the day, kpop is a big boy school. PERIOD." 

"She said what she said, everyone." Eric joked. 

4) Jaein being extremely center material in the ‘Hot & Cold’ performance with Kai, Seulgi, Jeno and Karina.

Jaein showing her full center material side when she got to perform with them and proving once again no one does it like her. 

5) When Johnny posted a video trying to bargain with her to be Jonh’s godfather.

"Jaein-ah!" he mumbled. From the video, fans could see she was getting ready for SMTOWN in Tokyo, and John was taking a nap in her arms. "Think about all the toys he'd get."

Jaein laughed and looked at him through the mirror. 

"I can buy my son toys, Johnny!"

"Look, John and John-ny! Don't you dare tell me it was just a coincidence." 

#red velvet #red velvet au #red velvet oc #red velvet 6th member #6th member of red velvet #kpop!au #kpop!soloist #kpop!addition #kpop!oc #kpop!idol #idol!oc #idol!au #idol!addition #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #red velvet imagines #red velvet scenarios #karina #jeno #kai #seulgi #johnny #female!idol #female!oc #female!kpop #female!addition #female kpop addition #female kpop oc

[i-did-not-mean-to]

April - Beleg x Mablung

Ah, my dear @lycheesodas has requested these goodest of good boys, and it was, as ever, a pleasure and a joy to write them.

Have some extra sassy Lúthien and some Thingol-love to go with it <3

Pairing: Beleg x Mablung

Prompts: Jazz Age, Furniture, Dancing

Words: 2k

Warnings: Crossdressing, period-appropriate reference to homophobia, alcohol

“Here again, huh?” Pushing back a loose strand of her silken, dark hair from her fair brow, Lúthien gave Beleg a broad, teasing grin. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were addicted to my singing!”

The patron rolled his eyes and gave an overdramatic sigh.

“And you do know better?” he asked then, waving down a waiter to order another round for them.

“Hmmm,” she hummed melodiously. “You could simply ask him out, you know?”

“Your daddy lets you sing because you’re his little girl,” Beleg grinned, “but he surely doesn’t want you to fix your customers’ love life for them!”

Lúthien threw her head back and laughed heartily.

“My daddy knows that my singing attracts more than half of his clientele,” she then purred into Beleg’s ear. “And I do this for free because we’re pals. Ask him out!”

“Ask who out?” Carrying their cocktails with perfect elegance and grace, Thingol—owner of the hottest jazz club in town—materialised like a ghost out of the smoky shadows of the backroom.

A smart businessman and talented manager, he’d somehow managed to capture and keep the heart of Melian—the most exceptional vocalist of her time—and they’d opened Menegroth together.

Within a few short years, the club had consequently become the hotspot for good cocktails and even better music, and—in time—their daughter had taken over the primetime entertainment.

Lúthien was made for the stage, and she kept her audience enthralled with the otherworldly beauty of both her face and her voice.

“He’s still pining for Mablung,” Lúthien, who was an incorrigible daddy’s girl whenever it suited her, tattled shamelessly.

“Ah,” Thingol laughed. “You might be even less fortunate than all those poor fools who’ve lost their hearts to my wicked girl here.” Nobody expected him to say any more on the subject, but—with a mocking wink—he added that Mablung, a quiet regular, seemed quite entranced with shiny, beaded flapper dresses and pearl ornaments in long hair.

“Just my observation,” he smirked and pinched Lúthien’s chin affectionately across the counter. “Now, leave the man alone and get ready for your next set. Who knows? We might get Mablung to dance tonight.”

“Fat chance of that,” Lúthien cackled. Turning back to Beleg, she stage-whispered, “I have just such a dress. I can lend it to you—what do you have to lose? Let’s maximise your chances! Tomorrow, the Belegost Band is on, and I’d love it if you got on the dancefloor with the old grump.”

Opening her luminous eyes wide and pouting adorably, she splayed her long, elegant fingers on Beleg’s muscular forearm. “And you’d want to make me happy, right?”

Sitting on the obscenely exquisite velvet settee in Lúthien’s private lounge the following day, Beleg wondered whether he’d gotten himself into deeper trouble than he’d be able to handle.

All day, he’d had the unshakeable feeling that this night was going to be special—he felt lucky, and, as he was not a gambling man, he’d have to try his hand at the only game of chance to which his heart was inescapably drawn.

“This should do the trick,” the infamous singer chirped, holding aloft a truly stunning dress as well as an elaborate headpiece to distract Beleg from his frantic musings.

“You cannot truly expect me to accept this,” Beleg mumbled, accurately guessing the exorbitant value of the pieces Lúthien was willing to let him borrow for a silly joke. “Those are absolutely gorgeous!”

With a charming giggle, she graced him with one of those radiant smiles that might have induced cardiac arrest in other men. “Thank you—I have good taste,” she grinned. “And so do you, if I may say so. Come on, try it on!”

Even as he rose, Beleg was fiercely aware of how his sense of adventure and fun would get him into hot water sooner or later, but he had to concede that the fashion of the moment might just allow him to not look utterly foolish.

Moreover, Lúthien, even though gracile and lethally elegant, was not a dainty woman.

Thus, Beleg cast off his clothes with shameless efficiency, which made his benefactress chuckle with delight, and slipped into the straight, silken dress without further ado.

“Fits like a glove,” Lúthien cheered, fussing lovingly with the hem of the garment and adjusting the headdress on Beleg’s gleaming hair. “Let me just…off you go!”

As if stung by a bee, Beleg shot out of the room before Lúthien could decide that he needed more jewellery or even a pair of heels; as a matter of fact, he was convinced that his perfectly polished shoes went rather well with his present accoutrement.

On his way to the main room, dim with smoke and mellow music, he passed by an antique mirror and spontaneously gave a little twirl. The pale fabric—somewhere between watery blue and soft green—complimented his strong silhouette astonishingly, and the rhinestones sparkled in the fractured light of the heavy chandeliers.

He made straight for the bar, lifting two fingers to order a stiff drink, and scanned the row of stools for the elusive stranger he sought to impress and amuse with this stunt.

“I can’t believe she got you to do it,” Thingol sniggered as he pushed Beleg’s drink across the polished counter.

“Do what?” a deep, calm voice resounded behind Beleg, and he whirled around, eyes wide and lips parted enticingly.

“A little birdie has told me that you are partial to a certain kind of outfit,” Beleg replied brazenly, letting one hand come to rest provocatively on his cocked hip. “So we thought I’d make an effort before I invite you to dance!”

The man facing him in stunned silence opened his mouth, then closed it again without having uttered so much as a single word.

His dark, sleek hair was combed back from a high, fair brow, and his soulful eyes radiated confusion and humour—Beleg was instantly smitten.

As a discreet blush crept into those high, chiselled cheeks, Mablung cleared his throat before introducing himself; unbeknownst to Beleg, he’d had always been painfully aware of the cheerful, undeniably popular fellow regular, and he’d been giving himself daily pep-talks to muster up the courage to approach him.

“An honour, I’m sure,” Beleg chirped, regretting not having used some of Lúthien’s utterly beguiling perfume and a dab of her rouge to maximise his chances at success even further. “Lúthien is about to go on—the Belegost Boys are here tonight—so, what say you? Care for a dance?”

Despite his cocky demeanour, Beleg felt his heart pounding in his throat, so he downed the comfortingly burning liquor in one big gulp to calm his nerves and parched mouth alike.

“Let me buy you another drink,” Mablung said, evidently stalling. “You seem thirsty, and the dance floor is empty yet.”

Already feeling the fuzzy, emboldening warmth of his drink spread down his chest and into his belly like a lagoon of longing, Beleg brazenly clutched the broad hand, splayed against the counter as if to hold on to it.

“Someone has to be the first,” he declared wisely. “And I think it should be us. Or is my dress not to your liking after all?”

With a heavy sigh, Mablung let himself be pulled under and away because he didn’t want Beleg to think that he objected in any way or fashion to his bold sartorial choice—he didn’t want Beleg to feel bad or unhappy about himself at all.

How could he think of his own stubborn pride when those gleaming eyes twinkled with mischief and glee?

“Ah,” a soft, smoky voice purred into the microphone somewhere ahead. “I see two of my favourite regular customers are kicking this night off. Let’s make it worth their while. And 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4.”

A crescendo of music arose, chasing the last remnant of obstinate discretion from Mablung’s heart and mind as Beleg started whirling with visible gusto and unbridled enthusiasm to the sensuous tune that enveloped them whole and transported them to another, blessedly private sphere of pure bliss.

Sighing sweet words of love and devotion, Lúthien sure did her best to cast an unbreakable spell onto her audience, and Mablung felt his feet move before his mind had even consciously decided to cast off the chains of social expectations and decorum to indulge in such a folly.

As soon as his arms closed around Beleg’s deceivingly lithe form, though, Mablung was overwhelmed by the understated, sweet beauty of that eerily familiar stranger. He drowned in the bewitching light of Beleg’s eyes as they swept to and fro on the scratched-up parquet flooring to the mournful clamour of a saxophone solo.

No longer did he think of the shocking reality of leading another man, wearing a woman’s dress, for all to see; instead, he found himself babbling breathlessly, spouting his every confused, reluctant thoughts of admiration and nascent affection he’d had over the weeks without any rhyme or reason.

“You should have slid over,” Beleg grinned with a charming wink. “I was just waiting for you, big boy! Anyway, thanks to the Nightingale’s rather rude intervention, we’ve made it there at long last. So, all is well that ends well, no?”

Mablung, who loved to overthink his every reasoning like a man flogging a dead horse, was aghast and awed by so much well-natured optimism, and so he felt compelled to justify his criminally shameful reluctance even further.

“Don’t blow a gasket over it,” Beleg laughed. “We got there when we were ready. You look extra scrumptious tonight, by the way. It’s as if you’d known somehow!”

Puckering his lips, Mablung was about to explain that he’d indeed chosen this fateful night to finally ask Beleg if he could buy him a drink when his impish dance partner took advantage of a long instrumental lull in the song to push himself up on his toes and press an indecently passionate kiss onto that pensive moue.

“Beleg! We could get in so much trouble,” Mablung exclaimed, his eyes darting through the hazy room in a blind panic.

“Don’t worry, I’m friends with the owners,” Beleg quipped, but he knew that he had gone too far and gave Mablung an understanding smile. “How about that drink then?”

They quickly retreated into the darkest, most secluded corner of the club, their hands brushing against one another in an instinctive attempt to give and seek reassurance.

The music had shifted into an upbeat tempo which drew more dancers to the floor now, which gave them the illusion of privacy.

“We should stop meeting here,” Mablung whispered over the rim of his cocktail glass.

“Are you inviting me to your place?” Beleg asked in a light, flirty tone that was marred by the tremulous quality of his strained voice. “I didn’t dare to be so forward on what is basically our first date! Also, Lúthien keeps my clothes hostage.”

“Oh, you wouldn’t need clothes,” Mablung replied with admirable calm—on account of his serious tone and straight face, it took Beleg a moment to fully comprehend the implications.

“Is…Is that so?” he sputtered, bringing his hand to his collarbones to quieten his wildly galloping heart. “In that case, lead, and I’ll follow.”

Amused by the candid eagerness with which his indecent proposal was met, Mablung tilted his glass in a quiet salute.

“Finish your drink,” he said suavely. “Let’s enjoy the music lest we forfeit Lúthien’s friendship. You’ve caused quite a stir, and we should wait for things to simmer down a little.” He leaned forward like a large predator sniffing out its petrified prey. “Then, we can leave through the backdoor. I live two blocks down from here. What say you?”

“Cheers to that,” Beleg squeaked and lifted Mablung’s long, sinuous fingers to his lips gallantly before they could be withdrawn in a facetious display of propriety. “I knew tonight would be my lucky evening!”

-> Masterlist

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Absentminded Angel

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "the devil you forgot"

Closing his eyes, Aziraphale leaned back in his chair and took a long, slow sip of cocoa. He’d had a rather busy day, as far as days went. He’d read an entire book, baked two different kinds of sourdough bread and a lovely cake, and even tidied up the kitchenette after.

Now, with the light fading outside, he was quite ready to settle in and devour another book or three. It would be lovely.

After another sip of cocoa, he set his mug down and trailed his fingers down the stack of books waiting on his desk. What should he read first? Something new, perhaps a mystery novel? Or something older, one of his favorites?

“Perhaps something from the Regency…” he murmured, stroking the familiar cover of Persuasion. But did he want something from the time period, or something written later? One of his Georgette Heyer novels, perhaps.

His fingers slipped down to the next book, and he smiled. Ah yes, Moonraker. He wouldn’t be reading that tonight, but soon. Lately, he and Crowley had formed a new routine. Often, after dinner, Aziraphale now read to—

“Dinner,” Aziraphale gasped, freezing in place. “Oh, Lord. I’ve forgotten Crowley!”

He flung out of his seat, books abandoned, and shimmied out of his comfy indoor coat and house slippers. Moving quickly, he shrugged on his usual jacket and slipped into his shoes. Oh, how could he have forgotten Crowley again?

“It’s not too late. Hardly late at all.” He straightened his bow tie and smoothed his hair, then rushed outside onto the crowded pavement.

It seemed even more crowded than usual for this time of day, and he used a subtle miracle to shift the humans out of his path. They adjusted just a little without noticing, and he half-jogged between them.

It was still taking far too long. He’d meant to set out well over an hour ago, to have a leisurely stroll to the Ritz and perhaps stop at a shop or two on the way and get a nice gift for Crowley. “Oh, oh, I’m so late…”

He dashed into a flower shop and purchased a bouquet of pink tulips, then snapped his fingers and simply teleported himself to the Ritz. Likely startled the humans in the shop a bit, but that was fine. They would recover.

His relationship, on the other hand, might not. Especially since this was the fifth time this month he’d been late meeting Crowley for a date.

Gasping for breath, Aziraphale rushed inside. Crowley was already at their usual spot, slouched in his seat, pouring wine.

Aziraphale rushed up, skidded to a halt, and nearly overbalanced. He caught himself on the table, just barely, and stuck out the bouquet of flowers. “I’m so sorry I’m late, Crowley! Got carried away with baking and reading and—”

“Angel!” Crowley grinned up at him, taking the flowers immediately. “Gosh, these are gorgeous. Any special occasion?”

“An apology, I… I suppose.” Breathless, Aziraphale collapsed into his seat. “Oh, Crowley, I’m so very sorry. I feel just awful, being this late again. I forgot all about dinner.”

Crowley snorted and laid the tulips on the table beside his very full glass of wine. “S’ always good to know what a high priority I am.”

“You are! Oh…” Aziraphale closed his eyes for a moment, ashamed of himself, then took Crowley’s slim hand in both of his own. “My dear boy, you’re so very important to me. I’m just a forgetful old silly. Can you ever forgive me?”

“Relax, Aziraphale. M’ just teasing.” A smile danced on Crowley’s lips, and he poured wine for Aziraphale with his free hand. “It’s fine, seriously. I had my mobile and plenty of ways to distract myself. Started a whole fight on Twitter and everything.”

“Ah. What a worthy use of your time.” Frantic heartbeat calming, Aziraphale managed a faint smile. He leaned back a little and tried to catch his breaths.

“Honestly, at this point I kinda expect you to be late. Although this is pretty bad, even for you. Might have to make sure I pick you up instead of us planning to meet.” Crowley squeezed his hand, then leaned forward and kissed him. Somehow, he just looked very amused by all this. “I coulda called you, I guess. But I thought maybe you were on your way.”

“Well, I… I was. Eventually.” Aziraphale pulled Crowley back in for another quick kiss. “You’re really not angry with me?”

“Nnh, not gonna deny occasional irritation while I was waiting. But I forgive you.” Still with that indulgent smile, Crowley ruffled his hair. “You’re my angel. My incredibly absentminded angel.”

“Oh… I suppose I can’t argue against that.” Aziraphale ducked his head shyly, heart aching with affection. “You really are so good to me, you know. Awfully kind.”

“Oy, shut it,” Crowley muttered. He took a gulp of wine, then patted the bouquet of flowers. “These are great. Got anything else special planned for after dinner?”

Mischief sparkled in Crowley’s eyes as he peered over his dark glasses, and Aziraphale blushed. “Well, I can think of a few things to do with such a handsome devil. Perhaps involving the bed, and rather a lot of kissing…”

Crowley chuckled and leaned in, stealing another quick kiss. “Mmm, I’m onboard with that plan. Better make sure I drive you back to the shop, though. If we plan to meet there, who knows when you might show up.”

“Oh, if you insist.” Aziraphale wiggled in his seat, reaching for his wine. He really was quite lucky, having a wonderful demon who was so forgiving of his mistakes. And although dinner would be late now, at least neither of them required sleep. They would have plenty of time for snuggles, kisses, and anything else they wanted.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley

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Safe Place to Land: Part 4

—A Frankie Morales Series—

WC: 3600

Rating: none, language, mostly fluff with some angst

A/N: this is my favorite chapter by far, I’m so excited to share it with you all. Let me know if you guys want more of them, I have moodboards and playlists and all of the inspo!!

Chapter 3 // Chapter 5

June 2014

It didn’t happen often that your schedules lined up. The last time it did was the spring you got married, but Frankie was home for 3 months before heading to his final assignment at the same time you were on summer break. You didn’t have to go back and lesson plan until August, so you had all the time in the world to just be. You were going on a real vacation, your first ever with your husband. One blissful summer, one long waiting period, and then he would be home, for good. This would be your last year at the school too. He wasn’t kidding when he said you guys would be set between his regular pay and the bonuses he was getting. You would have a shot at a normal life. Buy a house, maybe have some kids, the whole American dream thing.

You had talked about vacation spots and opted for Big Sur. You had never been and wanted to spend a few weeks driving up the coast. It had been years since you had seen the ocean.

You were in the bedroom to your apartment packing the last of your things, triple checking your lists when you heard the front door clunk open. You headed into the main living area to see Frankie holding the door open with a boot while he struggled to get his keys out of the lock without dropping the bags of food he had just run out to get. You wordlessly grabbed one of the bags using your free hand to hold the knob steady so he could jiggle them free. “Thank you, mi amor,” he said swinging the door open and pressing a kiss to your lips. “I can’t wait to be in our own place,” he grumbled, knocking the door closed behind him with his hip. Your pitbull lazily stretched before rising to greet him. His chocolate snout turning grey on the end. “Hey old boy,” Frankie cooed fishing a stray fry out of the bag he was still holding to toss to Rocky. He ate it happily and nudged Frankie’s hand for more. “He’s gonna get fat,” you called from across the kitchen pulling a few beers out of the fridge. “Good thing I love fat dogs,” he responded giving him another fry. You guys pulled out the bar stools to eat at the kitchen island and talk through your travel plans for the morning.

“So our flight leaves at 8, I figure we get there at 6:30. We should land by 11, get lunch, and then it’s all up to you,” he said checking the details of your tickets again even though he knew the info by heart. “Benny said he’ll be here by 9 to let Rocky out,” you confirmed. “It almost feels too easy,” you said narrowing your eyes. “Ah. Ever the optimist, my love,” Frankie joked and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m just saying I feel like we’re forgetting something,” you said pointedly.

“And I’m just saying that we’ve gone over it all five times. Relax, hermosa,” he smiled taking your hand and giving it a squeeze.

Your 5:15 alarm came too early. Neither of you getting much sleep between your late bedtime from making sure everything was clean for your dog sitter and the excitement of the trip itself.

“I’m not a morning person,” you grumbled burying your face in your pillow.

“You never have been mi amor,” Frankie teased draping an arm over you and pulling you into his bare chest. You nuzzled into his warmth and groaned, “You’re not helping.”

He traced a finger up your side causing a chill to dance down your spine. “You have beautiful ribs,” he murmured, “It would be a shame if someone,” your eyes shot open, “No Frankie,” he continued slowly, “Were to tickle them,” with that you launched yourself from the covers, hands up defensively. “I’m up!”

He cackled and followed you to the bathroom. You two were ready in no time. Frankie throwing clean sheets on the bed while you finalized the note on the counter for Benny. You counted out the money carefully, leaving some extra for groceries.

“Be good for uncle Benny,” Frankie said firmly giving Rocky a scratch behind his floppy ears. His tail thumped lazily against the floor. You both did a once over to make sure everything you needed was already in the car. You grabbed your purse, phone, and water bottle and followed Frankie out the door, locking it behind you.

You both napped on your flight. You leaned onto his shoulder, his fingers laced with yours. It still felt too good to be true that after all these years, he was still yours. The sun streaming in on his strong form, his hat pulled down over his eyes. You couldn’t help stealing these glances when you had him there next to you. You had missed so much time with him that you were thankful for every second.

A voice announcing that you would be landing soon pulled you both from your sleep. Frankie squeezed your hand before letting go to fix his hat and rub the sleep from his eyes. You both stretched and straightened your things to get ready to exit. Once you had collected your luggage, you switched on your phone to see a selfie of Benny and Rocky signaling his arrival at your apartment. You smiled fondly at the boy who had grown to be one of your closest friends too, turning your phone to Frankie who just laughed and shook his head.

Frankie had rented a black jeep wrangler for your California adventure. Top down, doors off, whiffs of salt spray hitting your face. You breathed deep the warm air while you cruised down the coastline, pulling off the main road to find a brunch spot that had been recommended to you by Sadie. She had been dating a guy from L. A. off and on, coast hopping on her off time from Broadway.

You ordered a spread of breakfast items and shared one of the best meals either of you had ever had. Perfectly fried eggs, bacon, lemon ricotta pancakes, and some of the best coffee you’ve ever had.

Frankie let out a deep sigh and pushed back from the table, “I could die happy after a meal like that.”

“Don’t get too comfortable, we’ve got 2 national parks to hit today,” you said pulling up the folder you had made on your phone.

“What if we went to the house and took a nap first,” he said grabbing your hand and batting his too good to be true eyelashes at you.

You sighed. “Fine, we’ll go unload, take a quick nap, and then hit the beach. We don’t have to rush,” you said with a smile. You meant it too. You had two weeks to take it as slow as you wanted, just enjoying each other’s company.

The beach house you had rented was about forty-five minutes from where you had stopped, so you stretched before getting back in the car for the last leg of your trip today. It was hard to live in the present with Frankie. It was hard for him too. Most of his nights were haunted by the things he had done and seen, but having you close helped. You had spent countless hours staring at your ceiling fan, praying that wherever he was, he was safe. He had sustained minor injuries here and there, nothing life changing. Every time he came home, you worshipped every inch of him, christening each new scar with soft kisses. His strong arms around you made you feel safe, reminded you that he was safe too. You never left the apartment the first few days after he was home from deployment. Truthfully, you barely left your bedroom, making up for lost time, whispering promises of devotion over and over. You were already thinking about him leaving again. Each time like ripping open a barely healed wound. You closed your eyes and leaned back, letting the warm sun kiss your neck.

“You alright over there?” Frankie asked leaning his hand over to rest on your thigh. His thumb rubbed a small line over your skin. You opened your eyes and rolled your head to face him, “My brain is getting ahead of itself,” you admitted. He knew you too well for you to bullshit him at this point.

“So is mine,” he admitted, “We’re almost there, my love. Just a few more months.”

“It sounds too good to be true,” you admitted picking up his hand to lace your fingers through.

“The wait has been well worth it,” he smiled lifting your hand to his mouth and pressing a kiss.

You turned the radio on and switched to some local pop station letting the sound of Taylor Swift drift through the speakers. You didn’t say much the rest of the ride. Just occasional comments on the view, which was absolutely breathtaking. Coves and mountains and rock formations carving out secret beaches below you. The water so blue you couldn’t tell where it ended and the sky began. You had planned to go star gazing on the beach tonight. The house Frankie found just a few hundred feet from the water. It was small, but you didn’t need much space. There were houses on either side all up the road you had parked on, but most of them seemed empty. It wasn’t peak season yet.

You had stopped at a grocery store on the way into the town you were staying to get a few things to make breakfast and snacks. Fresh fruit, cereal, stuff to make sandwiches, and some ice cream. Frankie went next door to a local donut shop to pick out a dozen and a bag of fresh coffee roasted in house. You could smell it wafting from the backseat mixing with the salt air. If you could bottle that scent you would, sneak it out at night when you couldn’t sleep and breathe deep taking you back to this moment.

You unloaded your suitcases and your small grocery haul and found yourselves flopped across a king sized bed overlooking the ocean. A large skylight above it cast beautiful mid afternoon light warming the crisp, white sheets. Frankie was on his stomach stretched out. He had on a white button up with little flamingos embroidered on it with the top two buttons undone paired with dark blue shorts. His brown eyes shining with flecks of amber in the soft light. You were on your stomach beside him running a hand through his hair. His hat nestled beside him on the pillow. You had on a led zeppelin shirt that you had cropped and cut off denim shorts. His hand rubbing the small patch of skin on your back where your shirt had lifted up.

His gaze locked on you, eyes burning fiercely in the light. “What are you thinking about,” you almost whispered, and in half a second he was on top of you. He had flipped you to your back and was straddling your waist. His dog tags peeking out of his shirt as he leaned down to lavish you in kisses, his strong hands on your jaw. You snaked your hands into the open collar of his shirt, letting them glide across his chest, his neck, anything you could touch.

“I was thinking,” he murmured pressing kisses to the hollow of your throat, “That when I get back,” his lips trailed back to yours, “I’m gonna put a baby in you,” his dark eyes bore into yours. Your stomach fluttered in a way you had never felt before as you returned his gaze. “You want to have a baby,” you whispered out and he nodded, eyes filling with tears. “I love you so much, I’m ready,” he continued, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm where it was cradling his face. You both wanted kids, that much had been established, the timing was the only thing that wasn’t settled.

“Okay,” you breathed out with a smile. He pressed his forehead to yours and you kissed him hungrily. “I’d do it right now,” he started, kissing your neck once more, “But I want to be here. I don’t want to miss a second of it, of you, how beautiful you’ll be,” he murmured brushing your hair out of your eyes.

“I’d let you,” you whispered back and saw something ignite in his eyes that you had never seen before. “But,” you said quickly drawing your hand to his chest, “I also want you to be here, for all of it.”

He laced his pinky with yours and nodded. “Doesn’t mean we can’t practice,” he smiled diving back into your neck.

The two weeks you spent in California refreshed you both. You rose early to watch the sunrise, ate breakfast together filling in the crossword from the local paper, took long afternoon naps, kissed each other languidly and often, as if you had all the time in the world. Every evening you strolled the beach at sunset, laid under the stars and talked about the future, the past, and everything in between.

The sound of the tide retreating and gentle waves crashing almost lulled you both to sleep. The fire had died down to just a few embers, enough to keep your feet warm as they stretched towards it.

“You know, I remember the day I met you,” Frankie said breaking the silence. The low velvet of his voice drawing you to turn on the blanket you shared and face him.

“Really?” you smiled softly.

“Clear as day,” he smiled over to you. His arms were stretched and folded under his head in support. “First day of Miss Peterson’s class in fourth grade. Your hair was in braids and you had on little green rain boots with daisies on them,” he said softly.

“The first time I saw you kick a home run in kickball I knew I was gonna marry you,” he continued. You let out a snort.

“It’s true, ask my dad, I went home and told him,” he laughed warmly.

“Is that why you always picked me to be on your team?” you grinned, propping yourself on your elbows and drawing your sweater in around you.

“The fact that you were good didn’t hurt, but you were also kind. I really loved the way you cheered for the kids who were afraid to make a fool of themselves whether they were on your team or not.”

“I always thought you were fearless,” you reminisced fondly, “Always the first one to volunteer or raise a hand or try something new.”

“And what do you think of me now,” he said softly rolling to his belly and laying his head on his arms to face you fully.

“I still think you’re fearless,” you mused, “Loyal, steadfast, a good driver but a bad board game partner,” you rattled on causing him to crack a smile.

“No one takes trivial pursuit that seriously,” he shot back.

“I think you have beautiful eyes, a kind smile. You’re a great lover and an even better friend. And one day, you’re gonna be one hell of a dad,” you said softly, a hand raising to run through his waves. The leftover salt water from your swim earlier had them sticking out more wildly than usual.

“You’re gonna be one hell of a mom,” he whispered back.

He leaned up to meet your lips in a slow kiss. “Let’s go hit the shower and go to bed, mi amor,” he whispered. The way his eyes locked on yours so intently still made you weak in the knees. Your heart had always belonged to him, and it always would.

For once, the fear of losing him didn’t creep up to tinge this moment with its black ink touch. You thought of an open ended future next to the man you loved, clear as the waters you swam in this morning, and you weren’t afraid.

You gathered your belongings into the tote you had brought, neatly folding the blanket over your arms and brushing away any remaining bits of sand while Frankie ensured that the fire was completely out. He poured a bucket of sea water over the embers causing the black ash to swirl with the white sand like a small galaxy. You took one more deep inhale of the salty air before walking slowly up the steps arm in arm. You shook off as much sand as you could on the back deck before heading through the sliding glass door that opened up to the living area. You set the tote and blanket on the small breakfast table and followed Frankie to the bathroom.

You shed your sand crusted clothes into a pile while he adjusted the water temperature. Steam quickly filled the large room while you attempted to brush your hair loose to make washing it easy. Frankie cast his clothes on top of yours and you wrapped yourself around him leaning into his bare chest. His heartbeat slow with sleep but strong. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before offering you a hand up into the spacious shower. The warm water met your body and you let out a sigh. If you weren’t aware of how sleepy you were before, you were now. You both wordlessly took turns standing under the stream rinsing your hair and scrubbing sand from between your toes. Frankie’s broad shoulders held a light pink tinge to them that would surely fade into a tan by morning. The smell of sunscreen slowly fading as it washed down the drain. Freckles danced across his shoulders and down his arms. You knew each mark by heart.

When you had both finished washing, you found yourself resting against his chest once more. You stood for just a moment enjoying the warmth of the water and the familiar smell of his soap on his ever soft skin.

“Don’t fall asleep on me just yet, querida,” he chuckled softly snapping you out of your trance.

“Let’s get to bed,” you agreed. Both of you wrapped in plush cerulean towels, Frankie swiped some steam from the mirror so you could see to brush your teeth. You followed him upstairs still wrapped in your towel. You dried your hair roughly before discarding it into the floor next to the bed. You climbed in next to him with sleep heavy eyes savoring both the heat of his skin and the cool touch of the sheets. You drifted off wordlessly, your love echoed through the decades, not needing to be repeated in the moment, only needing to be felt as your chests rose and fell together, succumbing to the call of sleep.

The sun crept in to your little haven earlier than you had hoped, pouring in through the skylight pressing warm kisses to your exposed limbs. Your eyes fluttered open taking in the sound of the gentle waves below you and Frankie’s steady breath. He felt you stir and shifted to his side drawing his arms around you and pulling your back into his chest.

“We’ve gotta get going soon, my love,” you whispered pressing a kiss to his bicep. He nuzzled his nose into your bare shoulder blade and pressed a soft kiss. His lips lingered there as he was still lulling in and out of sleep.

“I don’t want to go back to the real world,” he murmured against your skin.

“We’ve still got the rest of the summer,” you reminded him. “C’mon, Rocky misses us.” With that you rolled out of bed and searched for a clean shirt and pair of shorts to wear. You heard frankie groan as his feet hit the floor. You glanced over to see his arms out as he stretched in the morning sun. His tan was richer after all your time in the sun. There was a stark difference on his thighs and where his sandals sat between his toes. His hair was a mess, but the good kind that looked right on him. You rummaged through his bag and tossed him his last pair of clean clothes before the two of you set to packing the remainder of your belongings.

You were our the door in thirty minutes wishing a solemn goodbye to your little getaway. You stopped to fill up the tank and grab a gas station breakfast before jumping on the freeway to head back to the airport. Your flight wasn’t for another three hours, so you had plenty of time to make the hour long trek and return the jeep.

Frankie was still half asleep despite the second coffee he was working on. “I need some music,” he grumbled switching on the radio. California Gurls started coming through the speakers and his face instantly lit up. He’d only admit it ironically, but he loved Katy Perry. He sang along rhythmically drumming on the steering wheel. You were doubled over laughing at him so you didn’t see the out of control SUV barreling diagonally towards you. The car impacted on your passenger side door and sent you flipping into the median. Everything was black, and then everything was fuzzy. You heard Frankie calling to you, but he sounded a hundred miles away. At least, you thought it was Frankie. Everything went dark again.

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📖 Glossary of Terms 🔍 - Season 1

As explained in our finale episode, Shannon sure as hell didn't know a lot of the terms/words that G and various guests used. That led to the creation of this glossary.

This is a non-comprehensive list that includes academic deep cuts, colloquialisms, and popular internet fan culture phrases that people who aren’t entrenched in fandom culture may not know. That's in addition to the things Shannon heard while recording and silently went "okay... guess I gotta google that after we're done."

Many of these terms have already appeared in our show notes! That’s always the perfect place to follow along with whatever nonsense we’re talking about in each episode and often includes extra articles/content about many of these concepts. You are also welcome to send us an ask or email asking for definitions or clarification about anything we say!

(your daily learning experience under the cut)

Alternate Universe/AU

An alternate universe (also known as AU, alternative universe, alternative/alternate timeline, alternative/alternate reality) is a setting for a work of fanfiction that departs from the canon of the fictional universe that the fanwork is based on. Example: A fanfiction story about Twilight characters on board the USS Enterprise would be set in an alternate universe and called "an AU." (Fanlore link)

Anachronism

An anachronism (prn. "ah-NAK-rohn-iz-um, not "ANNA-krohn-iz-um" as it is frequently mispronounced by Youtubers who shall remain nameless), is a "chronological inconsistency," a thing belonging or appropriate to a time period other than that in which it appears, especially a thing that is conspicuously old-fashioned. Example: since iPhone 14s and Venmo did not exist in 2005, it would be an anachronism if, in Midnight Sun, Bella pulled out her iPhone 14 and venmoed Edward the cost of her ravioli. (Wikipedia link)

Blocking [a scene]

Blocking is “the precise staging of actors.” Blocking in filmmaking or theatre refers to where actors stand on a set and how they move around over the course of a scene, similar to choreography in dance. (Wikipedia link)

Blorbo

Blorbo is a slang term for a favorite fictional character, usually one that a fan frequently posts and/or makes fanworks about. Example: Alice Cullen is one of Shannon's and G's Blorbos. (Know Your Meme link)

"Bride of death"

As coined by Rae in Episode 12, an allusion to the popular 'Death and the Maiden' imagery, and specifically the subset of tropes common in folklore and fiction in which a bride is murdered by her groom, usually on their wedding night (see also: murder ballads.)

Burying the lede

To bury the lede is to delay sharing the essential information [in a story,] and begin with secondary details instead. Example: Edward would have really buried the lede if he'd told us all the details of how messy Bella's room was before bothering to mention that he had just broken in and was watching her sleep. (Merriam-Webster link)

Canon and Fanon

Canon is anything presented in official works by the creators of something. Example: it is canon that Bella Swan likes books. (Fanlore link)

Fanon is like a "fan canon." Basically fans developing agreed-upon readings or ideas about canon. Example: nowhere in Twilight canon is it stated that Emmett Cullen loves fantasy football, but if enough fans decide they think Emmett loves fantasy football, and start putting it into their fanworks and adopting it into their reading of Emmett, it becomes "fanon" that Emmett Cullen loves fantasy football. (Fanlore link)

Confirmation Bias

The Confirmation bias fallacy is a bias in psychology which refers to how we tend to only seek out and listen to information that confirms the opinion we already hold, and likewise tend to avoid any evidence that might be contradictory to our opinion. Example: Bella Swan, who loves vampires, finds 6 articles about evil bad guy vampires and one article about a good guy vampire. Guess which one she chooses to incorporate into her worldview? (Article link)

[Plot] Contrivance 

A plot contrivance is an overly convenient coincidence or circumstance, "something that causes things to happen in a story in a way that does not seem natural or believable." Usually happens when the author of a literary work forces action in a story rather than letting the events unfold naturally. Example: The gang of attackers happening upon Bella in Port Angeles was a plot contrivance so that Edward could save her.

Decision Fatigue

Decision fatigue is “the idea that after making many decisions, your ability to make more and more decisions over the course of a day becomes worse" (and, as a corollary, less enjoyable.) Example: Writing fanfiction is less likely to result in decision fatigue than writing original fiction, because the writer doesn't have to imagine and build the characters and world from the ground up. (Wikipedia link)

Democratized [fiction]

Democratize: to make (something) available to all people, to make it possible for all people to understand (something.) Example: Fanfiction can be considered "democratized" fiction because it is free and there are often few or no barriers to accessing, reading, and posting it.

Doylist vs Watsonian 

Doylist readings or interpretations look at "the out-of-universe or exegetic commentary, consider the work as a created object, and prefer exegetic explanations with particular attention to the author's intentions." Example: the Doylist reason for why the Cullens moved to Forks is because Stephenie Meyer needed all of her characters to live there for the sake of the story.

Watsonian readings look at "the in-universe or diegetic explanations" and how they "function within the logic of the narrative." Example: the Watsonian reason for why the Cullens moved to Forks is that the Cullens themselves chose a cloudy town and decided to move there. (Fanlore link)

Fandom and Bandom

A fandom is a subculture composed of fans characterized by a feeling of empathy and camaraderie with others who share a common interest. A bandom is a fandom for a particular musician or musical artist. (Fanlore links)

Filk

Filk music is a musical culture, genre, and community tied to science fiction, fantasy, and horror fandom and a type of fan labor. The genre has existed since the early 1950s and been played primarily since the mid-1970s. G appropriates the term to refer to "any musical fanwork." (Wikipedia link)

Flanderization

Flanderization is the process through which a fictional, formerly complex character's essential traits are oversimplified to become their entire personality, or at least exaggerated over other traits, over the course of a serial work. Named after Ned Flanders from The Simpsons, who began as a relatively three-dimensional character and slowly evolved to become a caricature whose entire personality was Christianity. (Wikipedia link)

Fridge Logic/Fridge Explanation

An initially overlooked detail in a story, which, upon further contemplation, is more nonsensical or unrealistic than originally assumed, often to the point of creating a plot hole. Named after the image/idea that such overlooked details might only dawn on a viewer/reader after they have put aside a story and gone to get something out of their fridge. (TV Tropes link)

[The above is different than] Fridging (cw: murder, misogyny)

Character fridging is the use of a secondary or tertiary character as a plot device to motivate a primary character by cause of brutally killing, maiming, or otherwise harming said secondary/tertiary character. Usually discussed in the context of women characters and characters of color who are "fridged" to motivate a white male hero. Named after an old Green Lantern comic in which the hero returns home to find his then-girlfriend murdered and stuffed into a fridge. (TV Tropes link)

“Knocking over liquor stores”

A colloquialism. To "knock [an establishment] over" is to rob it. Has connotations of casual, unsophisticated, small-time robbery rather than an elegantly planned heist.

Lampshading

Hanging a lampshade, (or "Lampshading") is a trick writers use to deal with any element of a story that threatens the audience's willing suspension of disbelief (whether a very implausible plot development or a particularly blatant use of a trope) by calling attention to it and simply moving on. Example: Stephenie Meyer should have had Emmett lampshade the implausibility of Twilight by saying "what are the odds that the one person in the world whose blood tastes irresistibly delicious to Edward would walk into his science class and be assigned as his lab partner?" (Article link)

Non-sequitur

A non-sequitur is a conclusion or statement that does not logically follow from the previous argument or statement. Example: if Edward had said "I'm a vampire who desperately wants to kill you and drink your blood. What's your favorite color?" that second sentence would be a major non-sequitur. (Merriam-Webster link)

Paranoid and Reparative Reading: 

Two terms coined by queer studies scholar Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick to refer to two different methods of reading, understanding, or critiquing something. “Essentially, paranoid reading approaches a work — whether it’s a story, tweet, TV show, photograph, or anything else that can be critiqued — from a defensive position. It anticipates bad actors and maliciousness, seeking out clues for them. Reparative reading, on the other hand, searches for the positive in even a deeply flawed work. It seeks pleasure instead of avoiding pain. It recognizes where the text might benefit some viewers/readers, even if it’s not personally pleasurable.” (Original Kosofsky Sedgwick pdf link, full Book Riot thinkpiece link; CW for discussion of homophobia, transphobia, racism)

Paratext and Epitext:

Paratext: The common elements provided within a book (peritext) and elements outside of the book (epitext) that refer to the book and can affect individual, as well as cultural, perceptions of a text, Example: Twilight's cover, typesetting style, dedication and acknowledgement are part of its paratext. (Wikipedia link)

Epitext: All elements outside the spectrum of the main text of the literary work, but present in a context external to the volume of the main work. Intended for the purpose of aiding, informing or complementing it. Example: Stephenie Meyer's playlists, blog posts, and interviews about Twilight are part of its epitext.

Lampshading

Lampshade Hanging (or, more informally, "Lampshading") is the writers' trick of dealing with any element of the story that threatens the audience's willing suspension of disbelief, whether a very implausible plot development, or a particularly blatant use of a trope, by calling attention to it and simply moving on. (G-provided link)

Non-sequitur

A non-sequitur is a conclusion or statement that does not logically follow from the previous argument or statement. Example: if Edward had said "I'm a vampire who desperately wants to kill you and drink your blood. What's your favorite color?" that second sentence would be a major non-sequitur.

“Playing the end”

A theatrical term for the phenomenon when the actors' knowledge of how a play ends seeps into their performance, making it less realistic because in-universe, their characters should not know how their own story ends. Generally considered a negative thing that should be avoided. Example: the actors playing Romeo and Juliet start bringing "we're going to kill ourselves and die" energy to their giddy first love scenes.

“Sowing your wild oats”

A colloquial expression that means "to have many sexual relationships, particularly when one is young." Often used more generally to mean "partying or living a wild, frivolous lifestyle" than to having sexual encounters specifically. Example: Human Emmett must have really been sowing his wild oats in order for him to believe he had gone to Hell upon awakening as a vampire.

#glossary #show notes

[numetaljackdog]

what i'm listening to 7/6/2023 (song notes under cut)

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Laura Les - Haunted: haunted. by laura les.

Radiohead - Hunting Bears: have you guys noticed that i like amnesiac. links to this post. this is one of the best album interludes of all time

Tallah - No One Should Read This: HRHGGHRHGHHH. fucking crunchyyyy this is one of my favorite albums ever. it's corny as fuck but also really dark and heavy and just ahhhh i love it and this is such a good opener. despite any of the band's faults i will always be a shill for this album. i was talking to violet (hi violet heheh oops i dropped this) about the album a little bit and i decided i simply had to include this bc well frankly i'm jamming to it as i type this :3

Cypress Hill - I Ain't Goin' Out Like That: there's a lot of 90sishness going on in this list. lovvve cypress hill and this whole album. the hook is super catchy but also kind of ridiculous, and there's so many good lines. if you dig harder rap stuff definitely give black sunday a spin, i think it might have been one of the first rap albums i ever bought a physical copy of

Polaris - The Remedy: okay i've been going through my whole giant playlist on account of this business, so it's only fitting that i feature the song that's at the very tippity top of the thang. polaris is a damn solid progressive metalcore type band, and i remember when they broke out in 2017/18 with this album everybody in the scene was talking about them as rising stars. they didn't disappoint, imo, bc the album that came after that was pretty solid too. they did get a lot of comparisons to architects, who are much more seasoned in the scene, and i definitely hear it: the pitchy false chord screams, the djenty riffs, big but not poppy choruses. BUT i think two things worked out for them in that regard. one was that architects were white hot around that time because they put out holy hell, which was very well-regarded (because it good), so it wasn't too bad a thing to be compared to them. the other was that after holy hell dropped, wage war put out a single (low) that had basically the same riff as the architects' big single (doomsday). so they kinda caught all the shit on that one lol. ah the old days (<does not miss this time period)

Girls Rituals - Babe of the Abyss: ummmm.hi 😳

Bloodhound Gang - The Bad Touch: stupid dumb dumb dummy dumb stupid ass blppppt dumbass fuckin song. it's kinda awesome though. a large part of my interest in this one is to do with its pertinence to rap rock, or rather, its lack of pertinence. in my obsession with the timeline of rap rock, i like to be able to sort as much as possible into neat little categories. east coast hip hop, funk metal, nu metal, emo rap, etc. but what's also interesting is when something comes along that doesn't fit any trend at all. it's a total anomaly, a hit only on its own merits, whether those merits are musical strength or just being weird as fuck. in this case, it's definitely a bit of both. the bad touch isn't even really much of a rock song, it sounds more like dance beats, but the bloodhound gang are a rock band, and regardless you can tell just by listening to it which side of the music sphere they originate from. ughhh fascinating fascinating fascinating. and gross, if you listen to it. but mostly fascinating. 1999 babey. and that's the other thing - this was the age of nu metal. this isn't a nu metal song, but one has to wonder how much it was helped by the normalization of crossovers between rock and rap that nu metal was creating. okay moving on

Snoop Dogg - Gin and Juice: more 90s! but in this case? idk what you want me to say. it's fuckin gin and juice. no-one is immune to the d-o-double-g

Epic Rap Battles of History - Alexander the Great vs Ivan the Terrible: come onnnn you knew i was gonna put some erb on here i feel like i've been mentioning them all month. this is a real good battle, very catchy. the first two verses from pete and zach, respectively, are definitely my favorites, and indeed alexander the great might be my favorite zach sherwin performance on erb. but the flute on the beat for frederick the great's part is a lot of fun, and catherine the great's verse is catchy as well. just overall solid and easy to rewatch. please save me from epic rap battle hell i am trapped here and they won't let me out until i recite every erb bar in chronological order

Vylet Pony - Constellation Cradle: vylet pony good. reallll good. this was one of those songs that i had heard however many times and been like yeah cool song :) and then at some point recently heard again and for some reason it just like. hit right. it had the right crunch. i was feeling it. i was loving it. i was chewing on it. vylet pony good

Bob Marley & The Wailers - Is This Love: another simple case of "heard it on the radio, got stuck in my head." at the same time, it's representative of the fact that i want to know more about reggae, considering my current knowledge of it is effectively 0. so what better place to start than the name that most people outside the reggae sphere most associate with the genre? so many good hits from bob marley, as we likely all know

Pearl Jam - Even Flow: pearl jam good idc. not my favorite of their songs but probably the catchiest. moving swiftly onward

Twenty One Pilots - Implicit Demand For Proof: i was inspired to revisit some of my favorite tracks from a formerly beloved band to me. despite the many issues one could take with their first album, that's the one i would feel most confident in standing up for. and, since i'm an opening track kinda girl, this one hit for me the most. iiii knowwww you're not a liar, and i knowwww you could set fire this dayyyyy. idk. definitely a christian song but like, not in the sense that we all kind of agree is shit. like it's a christian song but it's still actually a SONG, that's. ABOUT THINGS. just give it a shot maybe, if you like kinda indie rock. or don't. i can't tell you what to do i'm just a bunch of text on a screen

Beastie Boys - Intergalactic: did you guys notice that i like the beastie boys. like with even flow, this isn't my favorite beasties song but it's the one that's stuck in my head this month. and it is a damn good hit! some classic lines in here. look at this post

Zombie Girl - Creepy Crawler: i don't know shit about this song or artist!! this was an everynoise.com find on uhhh industrial metal i think. it sounds good :)

Steve Miller Band - Take The Money And Run: i'm so obsessed with that trainwreckords episode on run-d.m.c. i literally have just absorbed every song that todd even mentions in the video. i won't put that episode in the youtube playlist like i did last week but if you haven't watched it you should still do that

Epic Rap Battles of History - Donald Trump vs Hillary Clinton: i know. i know. i know. stop looking at me like that. i know. i know, okay? i do. i'm sorry. but it's true. there's a lot of good lines and (more importantly) very catchy parts in this one too and i find myself bopping my head to them while i'm in the shower or whatever. if you don't like it, you should have saved me from the pit when you had the chance

Vanilla Ice - Rollin' In My 5.0: the ice-man just dropped a live video for this a little while ago so it's been on my mind. it's mostly interesting for two reasons. number 1 is that it's our only real insight into what vanilla ice album two might have been like if not for the rapid shift of popular trends. number 2 is that it has been deemed significant enough to be counted in the handful of songs that keep vanilla's music alive, despite being unknown to most people. i'm initerested in the idea of like a vanilla ice canon of Songs That Matter, and it contains like, ice ice baby (obviously), play that funky music, ninja rap, i love you, cool as ice, and so on. but there are just some more odd additions to that, and 5.0 is one of those

rawr - If Peppa Pig was a RAPPER: can i ask you guys for a favor. like, i realize that this list has 19 songs on it one way or another, bc that's the number of songs i use for every WILT. but can we all agree that this time, there's only 18 songs that are *formally* in the WILT, and this youtube-exclusive is like. a bonus track? great thanks. love you. anyways, have you noticed how these days youtube seems to recommend random 10-view videos that have just been uploaded? idk what's up with that, but that's how i found rawr, and frankly i've been having a blast with their videos. weird, silly little songs about wanting to marry various cartoon fathers or popular characters as rappers. this one is the latter, but honestly all of the ones i've listened to have overcome me with a feverish humor. it's not very tumblr humor imo but ultimately idek if my enjoyment of these could be described as comparable to finding them "funny." i just think it's beautiful that a channel with very little attention on it is uploading these ridiculous songs just for fun. just something to do. we could all take a lesson from this. or maybe not idk. i need to post this now good god

#*char noises* #talking pop #gwwerrwwfghhh egh

[demonslayedher]

My Research: So good to see you finally doing less blogging and spending time on other things!

Me: Not by choice.

My Research: Nonsense, today you chose to buy a pricey book on motifs used in tools of the tea ceremony! Your Sensei would be so proud of you! Me: Yeah, it's... it's totally for my tea practice. My Research: What motifs shall we learn about first? Some seasonal plants, perhaps? Ginkgo leaves? Chestnuts? Persimmons? Me: Mui--*cough*--Kana--*coughs*--thatonesketchoflittletanjiroandnezuko--*cough* My Research: ...you okay? Me: Sorry, something in my throat. Um. Hey, look, bug motifs. Tell me about... butterflies. My Research: Lovely, you do like those. In the Japanese tea ceremony, they carry an association with dreams, thanks to the Dao story of Zhuangzi dreaming he was a butterfly, and this may especially be seen on containers for incense. They add a florid and childlike touch to tools like vases and iron kettles, and back in the Heian era, the "Kochou" dance-- Me: !!

My Research: ??

Me: Just, uh, just thinking of that one Noh drama which took place in the Heian era and had a character named Kochou, that's all. My Research: Ah, I see. This courtly dance was performed by four children in bright costumes with butterfly wings.

Me: Oh wait is that what those costumes are!? Okay, cool, makes sense (and I feel silly for always having thought they were a Phoenix or something). My Research: See, isn't learning fun (and doesn't even require being tied to your silly anime obsession)? Here's a fun fact, in the dialect of Chinese used around the time of the Nara Period, "butterfly" was synonymous with "80-years-old" and therefore considered an auspicious symbol of longevity--whoa, whoa, hey, you suddenly look like you're going to cry--

Me: Because--because they aren't long-lived--now I'm thinking of tortoiseshells and cranes and freaking apricots again-- My Research: I don't get the apricot references, but that is a consideration when using the butterfly motif, isn't it? In early springtime they had a touch of liveliness and a gentleness that soothes the human heart, but once they're used any later than early summer, they give a sense of transience, of empty dreams in vain...

Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA My Research: You're making me tear up now, I'm so glad you're taking this so seriously.

#my unrelated exasperated research #my exasperated unrelated research

[poeticandvaguelysweet]

#258 - Paper Rings

I know, I know, I know. I have 400 prompts in my inbox but this little moment wouldn’t leave me today after that new clawen shot was released. Every single time I see that little gold ring on Claire’s hand I have heart palpitations.

title inspired by Taylor Swift.

AO3

PAPER RINGS

It was remarkable what Owen could make out of nothing. She had seen him at work before, in the brief period they had spent together between their first disaster and their second. But this, the three of them living out in a cabin with nothing else to do beyond the odd job. He was good with his hands, he had infinite knowledge of how to make things, in the least, he had the tenacity to try.

He was always fiddling with something; his knife whittling at a piece of wood, his hands teaching Maisie to defend herself, his fingers twisting a piece of wire into art. 

That was how she found him, back hunched as he sat by the fire, nothing but tree tops and stars above his head.

‘Maisie’s asleep.’ Claire announced, lowering her body onto the bench beside his. They’d had an incident, only a week ago, where a herd of ankylosaurs rolled through in the middle of the night, a little too close for comfort. Despite an ever-blooming love for dinosaurs, the encounter had rattled Maisie and she had been struggling to fall asleep since.

‘She alright?’ He asked, tilting his head to look at her. 

Claire shrugged, offering him an unsteady smile before he turned his gaze toward the wire in his hand. ‘We’ll see in a few hours.’ It wasn’t uncommon for the eleven-year-old to climb into their bed rattled with worry. ‘What are you making?’ Claire asked, knowing sometimes the answer was simply nothing. He had a habit of winding things into nothing, fidgeting for the sake of it.

He lifted his gaze to her again, left hand holding up a small gold loop, the wire braided around itself.

Her heart skipped a beat, slight panic flaring at the base of her neck. He wasn’t, was he? ‘Owen,’ she laughed nervously trying to push through the lump in her throat. ‘Did you make me a ring?’

His eyes darted away from hers. ‘Ah, no. I was just—I just, you know.’ He gestured with his other hand the way he just fiddled with whatever he found. ‘It is a ring though, isn’t it?’ He grinned in the light of the fire.

‘It is.’ Claire answered, meeting his eye despite the rising anxiety within her. There hadn’t been time to think when they directed Maisie into the nearest vehicle and shuttled her away. The last few months had been about survival, the future unknown and Claire was only realising now that she hadn’t stopped to take stock of what she wanted from this rekindling of their relationship. ‘I like it.’ It was small, delicate, understated and had come from Owen’s hands. ‘The question is, does it fit?’ Claire extended her right hand, fingers dancing in front of him.

Owen took her hand gently, large fingers holding onto hers as he shakily slid the gold band over her right ring finger. 

Claire could swear she felt a zap of electricity when the handmade ring closed around the flesh of her finger, settling there like it had always belonged.

Her throat was dry, her heart pounding as she lifted her eyes from their hands to his face. They had talked about marriage once, briefly, the two of them awkward and noncommittal about what they wanted in life.

She felt it now. How right this was, Owen was it, the only man she could ever imagine hiding away with, leaving the world they knew behind to protect something more precious than their own lives. When the storm passed and they felt safe enough to leave their little portion of the woods with Maisie, she wanted to marry him. It surprised her how little she cared about the fanfare and the wealth of it all. Claire wanted her sister and the very same ring Owen had fiddled into making by the fire.

‘Perfect fit.’ He beamed at her, lips pulling up in a self-satisfied grin.

Without asking, she knew he wanted it all too. The life together, the ring on the correct finger. 

Claire raised her hand to his face, cupping his cheek before she leaned in and kissed him. Her kiss was gentle at first, thankful, appreciative until Owen slid one hand into her hair, the other tugging at her waist.

‘We should probably take this inside before Maisie wakes up.’ Claire muttered, breath warm against Owen’s cheek as her hand threaded through the hair at the nape of his neck.

Owen dropped his head to her shoulder, arms loosely hanging by her sides. When she was right, she was right. He grumbled, the sound vibrating against her as Claire took a moment to revel in the man. For a moment there, in San Francisco, she almost lost him. There was no one else she would rather be hauled up with in the woods. She wouldn’t be there at all if it wasn’t for him.

Behind them, the rickety board in the deck creaked. ‘Claire?’ Maisie called, ruffled pyjamas and messy hair trembling in the light by the door. ‘Can I just sleep with you?’

‘Oh, sweetheart.’ Claire pulled herself up from Owen’s embrace, her hand on his shoulder keeping her steady. ‘Of course, you can.’ She pulled away from Owen, his hand catching hers as it slid from his shoulder. He held on as long as he could, large fingers wrapped around her palm, his thumb rubbing at the thin gold band now snug around her finger.

One day they were going to have a conversation about that ring when Maisie was settled and the nightmares were kept at bay, when the people who posed a threat had gone and the walls that kept them locked in had completely dissolved. She was going to talk to him about that ring. 

#clawen #jurassic world #claire dearing #owen grady #claire and owen #despite the odds

[survey--s]

606.

What would you say is the worst part of high school, period? The social aspect of it. I actually didn't mind lessons - in fact, I actually quite enjoyed that part of it, but I had un-diagnosed autism and really struggled with the social part.

What is your favorite color of apple? Red, green or yellow? Red ones, but I only eat apples chopped into slices and dipped in something. I don't like them by themselves.

How old will you be on your mother’s 68th birthday? Is that ‘old’ to you? 37, and no, it's only a few years away.

Ever thought you were dying of something you weren’t even close to having? Not quite, but I did have symptoms of cervical cancer about a decade ago which really terrified me. It turned out to just be hormonal changes but I was really freaked out as I had to have all sorts of tests to make sure.

Ever want to be a doctor? Is it because of all the hospital shows? Nope. My dad was a doctor and honestly I can't think of much worse. The money is good but it's really stressful.

What do you think of all these reality shows that try to alter personality? I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.

Where are your favorite pair of shoes in the whole world right now? In the porch area.

Do you live anywhere near a mall? Which one exactly? Not really - our nearest mall is probably in Workington which is an hour away from here, but it's pretty crap in all honesty.

If you were dying who would you say goodbye to first out of everyone? Whoever I saw first <--- well, exactly.

Are you someone who actually likes to babysit children? No. I didn't mind it when I was younger though - I think I had more tolerance back then lol.

Do you ever have those ‘ah ha!’ moments? Do those annoy you? Sometimes and no, not really.

When is the next time you’ll eat a cupcake, if you know when? I have no idea, I'm not really a fan of cupcakes.

Does your family go on a lot of vacations? Are they more boring or exciting? We did when I was growing up - we went all over and they were great. Nowadays though, not so much. The dog is a bit more limiting plus prices have shot up recently. We're also both self-employed so need to factor in holiday pay etc.

Where did you last buy socks from? What do those socks look like? They were just plain white ankle socks from Amazon.

Do you ever lay in the grass and look up at the sky, just because? Nah, my back can't handle lying on the hard ground anymore, hahah.

When do you normally go to sleep on the weekends? I go to sleep anytime between 10am-midnight, no matter what day of the week it is. I don't really sleep in at weekends as it messes with my body too much.

Have you ever met someone with the same ‘biggest fear’ as you? I'm sure I have, yeah.

Do you ever have movie nights with your significant other? Yeah, though we haven't had one in a while. We have quite different tastes in movies.

Would you rather write with a pen or a pencil? Why is this? Pen - they're just more comfortable to hold and easier to write with.

Who was the last person to call you fat, if anyone at all? No one calls me that.

What color skin does the last person you danced with have? White.

Are you afraid of being kidnapped if you go outside at night time? No, it's not really something I ever think about. I do live in a ridiculously safe area though.

Has your mother ever called your school because of your grades? No. I never struggled with my grades.

The best field trip you’ve ever been on; where was it to anyway? Paris.

In the next twenty minutes, what will you be doing and where will you be? I'm waiting in for two parcels so until they arrive I can't go anywhere lol. They could be here at any point within the next three hours.

Do you work? If so, have you ever been fired, then rehired from the place? I do work but I have never been fired from anywhere before.

Can you tell when people are lying or telling the truth? That depends on the person. Some are good liars and some aren’t.

What would you say your average word per minute time is on the keyboard? I have no idea but it's pretty fast. I can touch type.

What is your least favorite class in school? Why is this? Maths and chemistry as they're the ones I struggled with the most.

Do you bite your fingernails or tap them on desks? I don't do either of those things.

Have you ever wanted to be in a band? What position exactly? Not really.

Do you ever call your cousins just to talk to them randomly? No. I haven't spoken to my cousins in years. We're really not a close family as they all live overseas.

When did you last spend the night at someone’s house? Last month when I was doing a house-sit.

Do you find any of your friends’ parents creepy or really mean? I don't really know my friends parents.

Do you ever have to wash your clothes at someone else’s house? I have done before when our washing machine broke.

When is the next time you’ll go to the library? Why is this? I have no plans to go to the library any time soon.

Do you know how to play pool? Are you any good at it? I can play but I'm rubbish at it.

Are you someone who likes to get in arguments or fights a lot? Nope. That said, if someone starts an argument with me I'll argue back lol.

#survey #surveys

[prettyputrified]

A custom from @cornerofhellwith some changes, I got her as an adult. She's a kid rn but I loved the design so I wanted to draw both forms together! The bio is written with her current age in mind.  TBH I discovered this ship from NSFW artwork, isn't that fitting for this fandom though? 

Name: Willadeene Dollface Mayday 

Nickname: Willa (Her family only), Dolly, Dollface 

Quote: "Well ah think you smell funny and ya talk a little weird but sure…you can be mah friend." 

Gender: Cis Female

General Personality: She's a pageant princess but she wasn't forced into it, she's always been drawn to the stage whether it's at her pageants or the harvest moon festival she longs to take part in when she's older. Neither of Dollys moms are the warmest people but they do love her and she knows that. Even if she's not old enough to express it very well she appreciates the things her mother's have taught her and their support, even when she's not on stage she's their little star. Following Verosika on tour is a favorite pastime of hers and does up ticket sales, but there's not always a child-friendly place to drop her off, so she and Sallie Mae frequently visit home and stay for extended periods of time. Even if she's sensitive to the ribbing she at least puts up a fight and ends up fitting right in with her aunts, uncles, and cousins. She's not opposed to getting dirty or even doing chores. As long as it's not tedious and she can do it with someone else she really won't complain. Besides a love of attention she just doesn't like being alone and also wants more genuine platonic connections, however she sometimes has trouble turning off the competitiveness from her pageant career and finds it difficult to befriend other little girls. But that won't stop her from trying! 

Normal Outfit: A wavy dress with fluffing underneath, a wide sharp collar, bows on the shoulders, a big bow on the back of her head, polka-dot stockings, and heeled flats. 

Likes: Pigs, glitter, rhinestones, being on stage, new dresses and shoes, shiny things, when her mother sings her to sleep, making messes, mud-pies, making new friends, applause.

Dislikes: Being ignored, losing, being a third-wheel, the dark, the mascots at LooLoo land, Criticism, not being good at something on the first try. 

Skills: Tap-dancing, Ribbon Baton, Lassoing (her special secret pageant talent), Charming people 

Occupation: Pageant Princess 

Weapons/Equipment: Verosika gave her mace for when she's out playing just in case

bio template by www.tumgir.com/violet-author with some changes 

#VerosikaMae #Verosika Mayday #Sallie Mae #helluva boss #next generation #fankid

[flightofaqrow]

siblings

qrow + Raven ( @corvidisms​​ )

“Your face is boring.”

“better’n resting bitch face.”

“At least I’m not in the dictionary next to the term ‘shitface’.”

“Raven, y’actually read now? i’m impressed.”

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That’s it.

She’s putting something slimy in her brother’s bed.

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“have y’not noticed, that’s kinda what we’re goin’ for here.”

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“You are disgusting.”

She’s gagging.

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“you’re boring.”

he’s shrugging.

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“Your face is boring.”

Back to the childish insults as always…

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“better’n resting bitch face.”

nothing to be done for it.

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“At least I’m not in the dictionary next to the term ‘shitface’.”

They’re like five year olds.

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“Raven, y’actually read now? i’m impressed.”

or worse.

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“Of course I fucking read, you pissant. Just not your three sheets to the fucking wind text messages.”

Worse. Much worse.

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aw, yeah, she’s getting mad now.

“sounds like someone who doesn’t get a lotta messages, Sis. don’t blame me for bein’ so boring, i’m th’ only one t’blow up your scroll.”

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Funny enough—he is pretty much the only one she gets messages from.

“Sounds like someone who doesn’t know what spell check is.”

Mad is relative. She’s not really mad, just full blown snarkasaurus rex… which is about normal.

“At least I can tell everyone I’m the fun twin.”

And she’s flipping her hair, puffed up proudly.

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qrow’s eyebrow quirks up so sharp it may just prick that overblown posturing she’s got going on. yeah right.

Raven? the fun one? in other people’s minds? last time he checked, being drunk enough to slur a little spelling was a pretty good time.

he crosses his arms and doesn’t even dignify that one with a response. let her prance around for a second in that false security, that’s fine.

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She stays puffed up like that for a minute, only faltering when she sees he’s giving her that look.

“Hey!” She stomps one foot indignantly. “Don’t you look at me like that, you..!” Ah, there’s an insult on the tip of her tongue… that, or she’d like to punch him. One of the two.

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his sense of self-preservation is all but gone. nothing matters save for watching Raven’s eyes turn redder and redder, stoking that fire in her that made his sister undeniably his sister.

he steps closer, continuing to give her the exact same look, and now adding a head tilt for emphasis.

“or you’ll what?” he knows that wrinkle on the bridge of her nose, “…mess up my boring face?”

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Smug bastard.

“Or the next time you’re three sheets to the wind and want Oreo cookies, I’ll lick the frosting off every single one before you get them.”

She’s dead serious, too. She damn well will.

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that breaks his character. not enough to back away entirely, but certainly changes his tune, makes his face fall.

“you wench,” he points at her, “you don’t even like that much frosting!”

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He’s right. She doesn’t even like the frosting, period–she’d just eat the cookie part straight.

“Nope. I don’t like the frosting at all. But I do like getting back at you, and that disgustingly sweet shit is worth the suffering.”

Now she’s the one with the shit-eating grin.

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“well… not if i lick them first.”

then they’re his. and she’ll be too late! he’ll have already gotten the frosting.

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“You’d have to be the one to buy groceries, and we know you wouldn’t be caught dead in a supermarket. You’re too much of a princess to even take out the trash.”

She’s smirking.

“Reminds me, I gotta pick you up a ballgown for your next school dance.” Wouldn’t that be a sight–a Signal teacher showing up in a ballgown.

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she hits him where it hurts, and maybe a standard onlooker wouldn’t see the slightest flinch like he just took a gut punch, but his sister would. he should have known it’d come to that eventually.

he avoids those things because Misfortune likes to make a horrendous mess of any task involving bags. he’d love to help his family, but he can’t. his version of simple tasks isn’t helpful, it ends up taking four hours and adding three more things to do. a lot of broken eggs and trash juice on the carpet…

then, she twists the dagger by reminding him how ignorant and gullible he’d once been, even though she’d been right there with him. he’d take ten stolen boxes of cookies over this.

congrats, Raven. you win this round.

he retorts, of course, but the heart behind it is gone, “oh yeah? so why don’t you come with for a change? we’ll poll the rest’a th’ teachers. see who’s still got th’ better legs. even without takin’ the trash up’n’down th’ driveway.”

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Raven knows when she’s gone too far… but she also knows how to bounce back from it. Hopefully, anyway.

“Gods, no, we aren’t gonna poll them,” she said, shaking her head. “We both know whose ass and legs look good in a skirt, and it ain’t mine.” Truth be told, her brother had taken that prank in stride. Even if he’d fallen for it, he’d taken it and owned it.

“Tell you what. Find a dress that I look good in, and I’ll letcha wear a suit instead. Maybe find you a pretty girl to dance with.” She wiggles her eyebrows at him. Mean as she is, she’s more than willing to wing-woman him.

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“tch,” qrow rolls his eyes, rolling his good humor back around, too. if Raven didn’t push too far, she wouldn’t be the sister he knows so well, but he’s at least glad he won’t have to sit in that hole he dug himself any deeper - he’d own that hole too, if he had to.

is it sad he’s far more excited that Raven’s willing to get dressed up and be part of his life again in a whole new school context than any possible stranger she might find for his arm?

and Tai would probably be there… though, this is all hypothetical, huh?

“jus’so ya know,” he grins back, equally as sly, “they do have a minimum length.”

#corvidisms #* it's all an adventure that comes with a breathtaking view / walking the tightrope with you = branwen twins * #* i don't really know = timeline undetermined * #* how do you think legends and fairy tales get started? = thread archive * #this was such a good time

[lovemesomesurveys]

What would you say is the worst part of high school, period? It’s a hard time during that stage of life because you’re going through puberty and figuring out who you are. It can be stressful because you feel pressured into knowing what you want to do. It’s a big change. 

What is your favorite color of apple? Red, green or yellow? I’ve never been a big apple or fruits person in general. The times I have had apples, I don’t think I had a preference. In fact, it was likely the pre-sliced ones that were already peeled anyway so I wasn’t aware of the color. I couldn’t tell you which type it was.

How old will you be on your mother’s 68th birthday? Is that ‘old’ to you? I’ll be 45. :O

Ever thought you were dying of something you weren’t even close to having? Yes. 

Ever want to be a doctor? Is it because of all the hospital shows? Nooo. I couldn’t handle that. 

What do you think of all these reality shows that try to alter personality? I’m not quite sure what you mean.

Where are your favorite pair of shoes in the whole world right now? My closet.

Do you live anywhere near a mall? Which one exactly? Yeah, I live pretty close to our local mall.

If you were dying who would you say goodbye to first out of everyone? I’d want to be surrounded by parents and brother.

Are you someone who actually likes to babysit children? No.

Do you ever have those ‘ah ha!’ moments? Do those annoy you? Yes. Coming to the realization about something can be good and eye opening, or it could be something bad and hurtful. I wouldn’t say they annoy me, though. 

When is the next time you’ll eat a cupcake, if you know when? I have no idea. It sounds good, I wish I could have one now.

Does your family go on a lot of vacations? Are they more boring or exciting? We did more so when I was younger, but yeah we still try and do a few trips each year when we can. It could even be just a few hours away to the nearest beach area and boardwalk for a couple days and I’m cool with that. I love our Disneyland trips. I’d love to be able to travel more, though, and venture out. 

Where did you last buy socks from? What do those socks look like? I ordered them online. They have Baby Yoda on them.

Do you ever lay in the grass and look up at the sky, just because? No.

When do you normally go to sleep on the weekends? My sleep schedule is a mess regardless of the day.

Have you ever met someone with the same ‘biggest fear’ as you? At least some of them, yeah.

Do you ever have movie nights with your significant other? I’m single.

Would you rather write with a pen or a pencil? Why is this? I like writing in pen.

Who was the last person to call you fat, if anyone at all? No one has called me that. I’ve always been thin, but at a healthy weight for my body. Now I’m really thin and underweight, so definitely no one is calling me fat. I need to gain a lot of weight.

What color skin does the last person you danced with have? I haven’t danced with anyone.

Are you afraid of being kidnapped if you go outside at night time? I don’t go around by myself at anytime of day, but yeah I’d be especially scared at night.

Has your mother ever called your school because of your grades? Nope, I didn’t have a problem with my grades. The best field trip you’ve ever been on; where was it to anyway? Aw, I miss field trips they were all fun to me. I also loved packing my lunch, which usually was a Lunchable and something else of my choosing, and having lunch outside. 

In the next twenty minutes, what will you be doing and where will you be? I’ll still be here in bed and I should try to go to sleep.

Do you work? If so, have you ever been fired, then rehired from the place? No.

Can you tell when people are lying or telling the truth? I mean, not always, but I think I often can. 

What would you say your average word per minute time is on the keyboard? I don’t know.

What is your least favorite class in school? Why is this? I’m done with school, but I always really struggled with math.

Do you bite your fingernails or tap them on desks? I’m always picking at them.

Have you ever wanted to be in a band? What position exactly? No. I can’t sing or play any instruments so I wouldn’t be of much use in a band, ha.

Do you ever call your cousins just to talk to them randomly? When I was a kid/pre-teen we used to talk on the phone. We hung out together more often, though. I was very close with a few of my cousins growing up. I miss that.

When did you last spend the night at someone’s house? A few years ago when I spent the night at my aunt’s house.

Do you find any of your friends’ parents creepy or really mean? I didn’t have an issue with anyone’s parents that I knew.

Do you ever have to wash your clothes at someone else’s house? We have had to at our aunt’s a few times when our washer and dryer broke.

When is the next time you’ll go to the library? Why is this? I don’t have any plans to go.

Do you know how to play pool? Are you any good at it? I’ve never played.

Are you someone who likes to get in arguments or fights a lot? Uh, no, definitely not. I avoid that kind of stuff. It wouldn’t go very far either if I did because I just shut down. 

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[basgevers]

My Imaginary Paul Weller / The Jam / The Style Council Compilation Album

So I have a habit of getting into bands or, more specifically, genres, once all the hype has already passed us by.

For example, I got into punk long after it was all over, but that didn’t stop me feeling like a real anarchist listening to Never Mind The Bollocks on my Sony Walkman (with the orange sponge headphones) during Computer Sciences class in 1985. When everyone was listening to Madonna, Sister Sledge and Shakin’ Stevens, I was listening to The Clash, The Buzzcocks, Generation X, Magazine, The Damned and Crass. You were listening to T’Pau while I was walking the dog at the back of Countesswells Forest and singing along to Stiff Little Fingers (“I’m a suspect device the Army can’t defuse"), or pogoing in my bedroom to the gentle sounds of Police Oppression by Angelic Upstarts. Ah, those were’t days. Sure, I can’t do any of that now on account of my dicky back and torn hamstrings, but boy, back in 1985 I made the plaster come off the ornate period plaster cornices downstairs.

Of all those bands, that one I enjoyed the most was The Jam. They’d be the last to call themselves a punk band (for example, you wouldn’t find the Sex Pistols doing 60’s R&B covers like The Jam did when they did Larry Williams’s Slow Down from their debut album), but they were certainly part of that whole scene, that, likesay, was well and truly over by the time I became a spotty, bespectacled punk rocker.

In keeping with my “quite late to the party" theme, I discovered The Jam three years after they had ceased to exist. Paul Weller had ditched Bruce Foxton and Rick Buckler and gone from down and dirty punk/R&B to lefty-leaning arty-farty pseudo-soul type thing when he formed the Style Council along with Mick Talbot, formerly of Dexy’s Midnight Runners. I liked the Style Council because I hated Thatcher, and Paul Weller hated Thatcher too, only more so, so I was all in. Café Blue and Our Favourite Shop are part of my All-Time 80’s Deezer playlist (along with Tiffany, admittedly. Hey, I have broad musical tastes, what can I say?).

I’ve sort of lost touch with all things Weller (I liked Wild Wood and Stanley Road but the rest was pretty dodgy), but I was reminded of the brilliance of the man and the band when I saw this video on YouTube the other day of a band called “From The Jam", which featured Bruce Foxton and Rick Buckler who are from The Jam. Hence the name.

Foxton was still doing his manic dancing around the stage, Buckler was still looking out over the drums towards something stage-right (check every old photo of The Jam, he does the same thing there too) and the lead singer did a pretty good turn at Paul Weller. Check them out if you like The Jam and have long given up hope of a reunion (as well you should – it’s never going to happen).

Anyway, so here is my imaginary Paul Weller/The Jam/Style Council compilation album. 

Side A

Art School I Got By In Time I’ve Changed My Address The Boy About Town Strange Town Man In The Corner Shop The Bitterest Pill (I Ever Had to Swallow) Thick As Thieves Absolute Beginners

Side B

Here’s One That Got Away Headstart for Happiness Homebreakers All Gone Away Come to Milton Keynes Shout To The Top Has My Fire Really Gone Out? Broken Stones

So, what do you think?

#music #paul weller #the jam #the style council