#also it works for nicky from brooklyn too... yes nicky from brooklyn lives in my head now

[alwaysalreadyangry]

rest in peace your notifications for the foreseeable future but also thank you for your service 🙌🏼💕 truly forever in your debt

<3 honestly it has brought me SO MUCH JOY seeing everyone react.

me, approaching the tog fandom, script in hand, (nicky di genova voice): You want to try some joy?

#'you want to try some joy?' is my new favourite saying #also it works for nicky from brooklyn too... yes nicky from brooklyn lives in my head now #answers

[redthreadoffate]

magical music [matt simmons]

relationship: matt simmons x female!reader

warnings: none (aside from matt not being married); mistakes here or there

request (anon): hi! can i rq a matt simmons x reader? i’d prefer if she wasn’t related to reid bc that implies that the reader is white and i’m not white. the prompt would be that the reader is a musical therapist consulting on the case who helps out a young kid during the case and after Matt asks her out? thank you!

notes: i am in no way saying that my understanding of musical therapy is correct. i’m an educational psychology student and i have been to a psychologist and psychiatrist but i am in no way a musical therapist. please forgive me for any mistakes i have done as i am not entirely sure if i did my research correctly (i really did try). :(

summary: you’re working with the bau to help a little girl, anna, calm down

Her name was Anna. Eight years old. Being the only kid who was able to escape she was placed under the protection of the FBI. Her parents had been notified and were with her every second they can.

“What do you like to do?” you asked her.

You have been brought in to help the young girl. Anna was a musical prodigy and the BAU had requested a musical therapist to help her calm down to be able to relieve some memories of the place she was captured in to help out the ones left. “Maybe she’d respond to music,” her parents suggested. “Get her to play the piano, that always helps.”

“Piano,” she replied. The large instrument was sitting in front of her. She had yet to touch it. “I like to play the piano.” You were in the hospital, on the ground floor where the piano lay for those who want to play and somehow lift up the spirits of those around them.

“Will you play it for me?”

She shook her head. “He would play it for me.”

You leaned forward. “Who? Who would play it for you?”

“Mr. Candyman.” She looked at you with a worried expression. “He might come back for me if he hears me play, Ms. Y/N. I don’t want that. Please don’t make me play. I’ll be good, I promise.”

You nodded your head. “I won’t force you to do anything. He will never get you again, Anna. The FBI is here to protect you. And so are your parents. You’re safe now.”

She nodded her head slowly and whispered a quiet ‘thank you’. You looked back at the agent with you and he frowned but allowed the nurse to take the little girl back in her room. You sighed as you watched her retreating little figure disappear into the corridor.

“It’s only the first try,” Agent Matt Simmons assured you, “when we think she’s ready, we’ll try again.”

“But what about the kidnapper? Won’t it be too late?” you wondered, panicking a little.

“While we work on this part, the rest of the team are still trying their best to gather as much information as they can. We still have a chance to catch the guy even if we’re still here.” He shrugged. “That’s the way it is, Ms. Y/N.”

You bowed your head a little. “I see. But just a quick check on how things work around here. You’ve got a psychotherapist waiting?” He nodded and you did as well. “Good. I can only do so much. I’ll do my best to get her to relax for us. But as soon as she does, you have to bring her straight to the other therapist. We don’t know how long her relaxation will last due her traumatic experience.”

“We’ve got it all covered, Ms. Y/N. Don’t worry.”

You smiled. “I’ll be going back to my office, Agent Simmons. Just call me when you need me.”

“Will do, Ms. Y/N. Thank you for today.”

He watched you leave the ground floor and into the elevator. When the doors closed, you heaved a heavy sigh and leaned on the wall. Not only were you nervous about being on the case, it was your first time helping with a crime after all, but you couldn’t help but have a slight crush on Agent Simmons.

‘Stop it, Y/N,’ you thought, ‘you don’t even know if he’s married. And anyway, your first priority is to help with the case. Not be attracted to the agent.’

You reached your floor and enter your clinic a few doors down. You sit on your chair and begin to leaf through the files that the Bureau had allowed you to read to help them out. So far, you’ve only gotten the file on Anna, her family background which included her musical talent, and what they have gotten on the unsub’s modus operandi.

This was your first time reading something like it and you couldn’t help but imagine all the gruesome happenings that the unsub could be doing. ‘Those poor children,’ you began, ‘I need to do my best to get to Anna. Why does it feel like their lives depend on me?’ You shook your head. ‘Maybe it does.’

During the second day, there was a tiny bit of hope..

You were having a nice, friendly conversation with the little girl. You were talking about artists and songs, who her favorites were. And although she had an interest in the classics, you can’t help but be amused by the fact that she enjoyed modern day pop more. It’s not the first time that you’ve heard of this scenario, but you loved how talkative the girl actually was. Maybe she had warmed up to you.

“I like Ariana Grande,” she told you. “The Way is my favorite. I also like Lourde. But that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy the songs that my older sister grew up with.”

“And what’s that?” you asked, genuinely interested. You loved music and being a musical therapist and helping out those in need were just a big plus. “What songs did your sister grow up listening to?”

“Late ninetys and early two thousdands. She memorizes a lot of them. She especially loves Westlife.”

You grinned. “I love Westlife, too. Nicky is my favorite.”

“She likes Shane. But my favorite is the Backstreet Boys. Nick Carter is so cute.”

“I agree,” you said with a nod. You heard Agent Simmons laugh softly and you blush as you realized that you may have sounded like a teenager when you agreed with Anna. You can’t help it, though, Nick Carter was really cute.

But what was more important is that you believed that this was your chance to let Anna feel as though she was safe.

“Which one is your favorite song?” you asked. “My personal favorite is What Makes You Beautiful.”

She gasped. “Oh I love that! I heard that while watching Princess Diaries with Emma.”

“I liked that movie,” you remarked.

“But my favorite song of the Backstreet Boys has got to be I Want It That Way.”

You chuckled a little due to the reminder of the cold opening from Brooklyn Nine-Nine. “You are/my fire…” you started.

“The one/desire…”

‘Yes, keep going, Anna.’ “Believe/when I say….”

“I want it that way…”

‘Almost there.’ “Tell me why…”

“Ain’t nothing but a heartache…” Then she began to laugh. She was already pretty but she looked even cuter when she genuinely happy. “That was fun.”

“It was, wasn’t it? I haven’t sang that song in awhile.”

She giggled. “Emma would have loved to join.”

You sat up straighter. “How are you feeling?” Meanwhile, you’re feeling a tad bit excited at the progress.

Her laughter died down and she shrugged. “I’m okay.” She looked at the piano and cast her eyes down.

“What are you thinking about?” you pried.

“Just the piano,” she replied. “I miss it.”

“So what do you wanna do about it?”

“I wanna play the piano…”

“Do you wanna play now?” You were getting much more hopeful by the second. You always were excited when something new comes up from one of your patients. You would jump up for joy inside, heart leaping as you realized that there was some sort of progress. But outside, you would always remain cool, calm and collected. “Do you wanna play for us, Anna?”

She shook her head. “I’m tired, Ms. Y/N. I think I’ll go take a nap.”

You made sure not to show how disappointed you were. You nodded your head and the nurse waited for permission from Agent Simmons. Her parents looked at him with sorry expressions on their faces.

Once they’ve left, you groaned in frustration, forgetting that you weren’t alone in your office.

“Are you okay, Ms. Y/N?” Agent Simmons asked.

You frowned. “We were so close.”

He gave a small smile. “You did your best. Hopefully they’ll allow us to see her again tomorrow. I have a feeling it would be the day.”

You didn’t mean to look into his eyes, but you did anyway. You didn’t reply for a minute and he looked at you worriedly. You snapped out of your thoughts and pouted. He laughed lightly and you immediately pursed your lips. “I sure hope so, Agent Simmons. I really do hope so.” And you looked at the corridor that Anna had disappeared to then back at the black, sleek piano just a few feet away from you. “I hope so,” you repeated softly.

The next day, despite Anna’s parents already having second thoughts about whether she should continue with the musical therapy to help with the case, it was to everyone’s relief when the young girl began playing with the instrument that she once loved.

You sighed, finding solace that you finally got one thing right.

That day, you were talking about her achievements. You pretended to not know much about her background as she spoke.

Both her paternal grandmother and father were pianists as well, and when she began playing along with them they decided to teach her; first it was for fun then after awhile, they realized her potential and began teaching her professionally. She won many school talent shows since the age of three. Then her parents received news that a scholarship was waiting for her in a prestigious school.

That was where Mr. Candyman took her.

When she hit the final note, everyone applauded. You smiled at her and gave her a standing ovation. Anna seemed unfazed by the fuss over her, she was grinning from ear to ear, just like she always does.

“How are you feeling, Anna?” you asked when she walked back to you.

“Thank you,” she said. You smiled. “For telling me to face my fears.”

Before she ran to the piano earlier, the two of you had been talking about crowds and first days. You figured it was a good time to tell her that it was best to face her fears, and you hoped that what you said would reach to her fears of playing the piano again.

However, you also realized that much like your other patients, you couldn’t force them to do anything. Yes, they were there to get better but you can only do so much. This girl was kidnapped, along with other kids, and she was able to escape but not without the expense of being traumatized. You remember how she refused to do anything except cry when they first got her.

“You’re a brave girl, Anna,” you told her softly. “So so brave.”

She smiled.

Agent Simmons appeared beside you and squatted to be able to talk to Anna directly. “Are you ready to talk to Ms. Katie?” he asked. He looked up to her parents and you see them give a nod of approval.

“Yeah, I guess,” she replied. Then she looked at you and said, “I’m going to miss you, Ms. Y/N.”

You smiled. “Thank you for being with me, Anna. I’m very glad to have met you.” You patted her shoulder and her parents whisked her away. They looked back at you and Agent Simmons and mouthed ‘“thank you” before heading towards the corridor, two agents following them.

After a minute or so, you turned to Agent Simmons and said, “I suppose my job is done for now.”

He gave a half-smile. “I suppose so.”

“Did I do well?” you asked worriedly.

“You did a wonderful job, Ms. Y/N.” He smiled.

“Thank you,” you said, smiling back at him. You sighed and clutched your bag which was lying on the seat beside you. “I better go, Agent Simmons. If you ever need me again, you know where to find me.”

When he didn’t reply, you bowed a little and began to walk away but he called your name softly and you turned around to face him once again.

“Yes, Agent?” You tilted your head to the side. “Anything else I can do for you?”

“Two things,” he said. “One, call me Matt.” Your heart began to thump faster. “And two,” he paused, “when all this is over, do you, maybe…wanna have dinner with me, Ms. Y/N?”

You couldn’t help but smile. “That’s sounds lovely, Matt. And you can call me Y/N, no need for that ‘miss’ ‘miss’.”

He grinned and held out his phone. “I think I’d rather have your personal number than the one in your calling card.”

You laughed and punched in your digits before handing out your phone to him. “Maybe I need a caller ID so I can answer your properly.”

It was his turn to put in his number. After a minute of planning, you two headed your separate ways.

In two days, he had called. “Does Italian sound good to you, Y/N?”

“Definitely,” you replied.

And so, that very same night, you put on your best dinner date clothes, fixed yourself up a little bit more than usual–which you scolded yourself for–and waited for Matt to pick you up.

The doorbell of your apartment rang and you looked at yourself one more time in front of the mirror and smiled. “You go, Y/N.” You brisk walked to the door and outside is Matt holding a bouquet of flowers. “Hi,” you said.

“Hey,” he replied, smiling. “For you.” He handed you the flowers and you thanked him. You had asked him to wait for you as you ran into the kitchen to get a vase and fill it with water. When you were done, he asked if you were ready to go.

“Since the first time I saw you,” you answered, blushing.

He grinned. “Let’s go then.”

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[lula1991]

My Jewel

Summary

   An ancient spell causes a millenary young lady to weaken, it is up to Larry and her friends to help her find the key to return her to normal while a stranger pretends, along with three already known individuals, to take over a captive jewel somewhere in Egypt with the in order to proclaim it “yours.” (The shock of all the chaos in her).

   Objective? The guard and the exhibits must prevent it from falling into the wrong hands while between Ahkmenrah and the girl, a romance will slowly emerge that will bear fruit over time.

Genre: Adventure, comedy, romance, fantasy

Warnings: None, for now. But, I can assure you that if you continue to give it a chance, I promise you that later there will be smut of the good, which you love so much in at least two chapters. If you want me to tag you to receive notifications to follow the story closely, don't hesitate to ask me 💕

Chapter 2

   The time for the treasures of the British museum was extended for a good period, thanks to how captivating the English exhibitions turned out to be for the visiting public. And although with the reopening of the Hayden Planetarium, the establishment of New York has not undergone many modifications that we say, only some sculptures, vases and figures have been replaced. Well, there was a change but from the heart, since the aforementioned Larempteh has aroused the sudden love interest of Pharaoh Ahkmenrah..

Teddy: Young Ahkmenrah? — Mr. Roosevelt made the king jump a little because of his distraction.

Ahkmenrah: Mr. Roosevelt, what happens? — his strained smile missed him.

Teddy: What are you doing, son?

Ahkmenrah: Ah, I was going around a few times. I know it wasn't a pharaoh's routine to do it but I wanted to make sure everything was under control. — he didn't believe that lie.

Teddy: It's almost dawn, son.— his voice was kind but he was still a little surprised.

Ahkmenrah: Oh yes, just one more look.. — and he sneakily saw among the plants that decorated the African room as his beloved secret Larempteh moved his hips delicately enjoying the moment by putting on a smile that illuminated the place while some of the mammals they moved around her but did not harm her, her dancing was very fine, since the tradition in Ancient Egypt was for young women to go from small to dance classes among other royal subjects to fulfill their role as wives and please their Kings. Ahk sighed and then realized that Teddy was still there. — Ready, there is no one. — he smiled and ran away.

   Sometimes Ahkmenrah could behave like a small baby despite having already had 18 years and with a fulfilled mandate under his hands post mortem. Maybe love put it that way..

    But one thing should be noted, 4000 Egyptian years had passed and he was still such a handsome young man..

   Teddy denied twice by putting on a bright smile since he knew the reason for his behavior..

That day in Larry's apartment ..

Nick: A new exhibition? Was there a new exhibition and you didn't tell me anything, Dad? — the young man reproached him.

Larry: Nicky, your college studies are more important than distracting yourself with this.

Nick: Dad, I left college. At least another year. I want to focus more on being the best known DJ in Ibiza.

Larry: Do we agree that your mother and I don't agree?

Nick: You're still angry at the last party, right?

Larry: I just want you to focus on your future and take advantage of the early hours, not for parties. You must resume college, son.

Nick: I'm already a man, dad.  and Larry gave him a dissatisfied look. — I'm about to turn 18.

Larry: We'll talk about this tomorrow. Team Daley, you will go to college and I will go to work..

   The night program was a thing of almost every night since the museum opened it and how it was expected there would be a new function to captivate its visitors..

    Many reviewed their respective attire, colonial women accommodated their hats, those of the civil war rehearsed their steps, Sac enlisted what was already prepared, Rexy and Trixy were waxed, Attila and his Huns sharpened their weapons, Mr. Roosevelt combed his mustache, she had already checked the fire manual with the primitives and Dexy had accommodated his funny bun..

    And of course, how could we put aside our king who was very comfortable talking with the beautiful girl..

Ahkmenrah: Good luck today, friend. — he followed in her footsteps, improving the appearance of her crown.

Larempteh: Thank you. Being never exhibited at night I hope to please the public by appearing to be technical magic for those who do not know that we are true.. — she winked and both laughed. "And make my ancestors look good in the Planetarium.

Ahkmenrah: Of course. — he assumed in a sweet whisper. — Oh, I almost forgot, an old friend will come to see us, his name is Larry Daley, the Brooklyn Guardian as I like to name him.

Larempteh: Brooklyn Guardian? You are a funny king, very witty and original.. — the genuine came out of her lips as she arranged her little cape.

Ahkmenrah: It is in honor of why he has helped me many times and I am in eternal gratitude with him, you know? He is a great person. When you meet him you will notice.

Larempteh: I trust your words. — she smiled at him kindly.

Sacajewea: Guys! Ah Larempteh, thanks to my ancestors that I find you. You act in five minutes, sweetie. — she informed him with a warm smile.

Larempteh: Thank you Sac..

Sacajewea: Hey Larem, I need you to come, I want you to corroborate if what you say here is correct.. — in your concern, the Native American showed the tablet to the girl with her personal information.

Larempteh: Yes, yes, it's perfect data.. — she once said close to the beautiful woman and they were walking together to the planetarium.

    That night, Larry was welcomed with open arms by the young pharaoh..

Ahkmenrah: Good thing you could come..

Larry: Yes, my students behaved and I could finish class before..

Ahkmenrah: Okay. It will be a great night.. — this one escaped a fabulous smile of anxiety and that night guard could not go unnoticed how radiant the pharaoh was, his gaze shone in a way he had not seen before. As if that glare owned.

Larry: Is there something that I have not heard? — he wanted to get information but the king preferred to ignore him.

Ahkmenrah: What?

Larry: Ahkmenrah, you are a great king but keeping things a secret you are terrible. — he assumed what the young man gave him by his side, giving him the reason with a funny head tilt. — It's about Larempteh, right? It's that girl who has you so distracted, right?  — and the king was discovered, smiled.

Ahkmenrah: You discovered me but you'll see why I'm like this..

   Each exhibition had already made its exhibition and now it was the turn of the Egyptian queen, Larempteh, the poor woman was scared to death but Sac was there to give her confidence..

Sacajewea: You'll do well. — she smiled.

Larempteh: Thanks again, Sac. — she sighed, relaxing her tense muscles with nervousness, filled herself with courage and climbed the steps that led her to the stage.

   The audience was considerable in the Planetarium but she was so excited that she didn't care about the number of spectators, she wanted to look her best and hopefully she would make it. Of course, visitors were still convinced that those figures were animated only by special effects although Larempteh how a kind of girl conveyed the magic of her authentically perfect world..

Larempteh: During remote times and even further away, Egypt has always been the focus of attention preferred by many. He has given what to speak as a place where too many people have been captivated with their infinite unsolved mysteries, stories that go from one to the other and return to the same place, their myths and beliefs, legends, riches, writings, dances, important adversaries, rituals, pharaohs, palaces, festivities and other wonders; since I was a little girl of 11 years I have also been and not for being Egyptian but for the fact that it is my home, which fits my immense pride, and will be a part of the planet worshiped by hundreds of individual beings for thousands of add more. My parents have blessed me with the name of Larempteh, it means the sacred light of the Sun. I was born in Waset about 4000 years ago..

   Everyone was captivated listening to the young woman climb to a marble platform illuminated by a spotlight that made her more beautiful in the eyes of the young Ahkmenrah who from a corner watched her with devotion and heard her relate as a professional..

Larry: I know it's hard for you to stop seeing her, but hide a little, Ahkmenrah.. — he put a friendly whisper in his joke and in wasting it because of the way he looked at the girl, he was hypnotized.

Ahkmenrah: With her beauty, she opaque to Karnak's temple. Larry looked at him. — I exaggerated? — he made a funny face and his friend laughed willingly knowing why he was so anxious.

    Not at all, she was very precious..

Larempteh: And then there, I've lived some time. Surrounded by both natural and material beauty, but what mattered most to me was to be loved at heart. I was respected, adored and even treated as a deity too. I keep the most important piece where a queen stands out, the crown, which I wear from the moment it was my royal coronation that took place in my 14 years. An element of utmost excellence in my time and a majestic weight that must be known to be sustained from the moment you were conceived life; If you wore one, well, you could do what you wanted, of course my parents had to deal with my multiple rebellions.. — she said and even laughter arose. — But that's something on the sidelines. Now to close this beautiful evening, I would like to share that if you have the opportunity to travel to my ancient world, do not hesitate for a second to delight in such magnificent delicacies, one by one, that in my case and in my belief, Ra has created For any human eye that knows how to appreciate beauty. Thank you and you have been very kind. — she smiled and loud applause erupted in that room, she was fired very warmly.

   She went down the last step and received with congratulations all Larry's friends and even himself..

Sacajewea: Wow! That was incredible! My prayers to my spiritual ancestors bore fruit.

Octavio: Wonderful!

Jed: Unsurpassed!

Larempteh: I think I even overcame my scenic panic..

Larry: Even more. It was great, congratulations Queen Larempteh.

Larempteh: Thank you! You must be the famous Brooklyn Guardian. — the young woman bowed her head in greeting. —  King Ahkmenrah has told me about you.

Larry: Yes, I'm not that fabulous..

Larempteh: Do not be modest Mr. Daley, each and every one of us is special in some sense.. — she was interrupted by colonial exhibitions and had to be educated in attending to her compliments.

Colonial girl: You are amazing! From now on you will be my hero. Take, it's for you.. — the girl gave her a wild flower while the young queen knelt on one leg to be at her height and receive the flower with tenderness.

Larempteh: Oh, thank you, beautiful..

Larry: Now I understand why you were so happy. She is amazing.

Ahkmenrah: It is, isn't it ..?

Larry: I think it's your type and you should ask her to marry you. — he whispered convinced walking slowly to the exit of the place and the king felt a soft blush flooded his cheeks.

    Ahkmenrah was smiling nervously until she felt peace when she mentally thanked her for not having heard that comment when some colonial people among other historical figures continued to surround her to congratulate her..

Ahkmenrah: Are you crazy? I'm not going to do that or ask her to commit to me. I just met her..

Larry: Hey Ahk, it is customary at this time for men to flatter girls with roses as compliments or as a method to invite them out, so.. — he chose a rose that decorated a vase and gave it to the king by assigning a mission.

Ahkmenrah: But I don't know how that is done, I'm from another era and we didn't conquer in the same way. Also if I wanted to go out with her, I could not because we are museum exhibits, do you forget..?

Larry: You know, tell her how beautiful she was, how well she expresses herself, how intelligent and beautiful she is.. You don't need to leave here for a date, what can you lose, boy? Nothing is impossible. Do not live in the past, after all they are two young real conservations of flesh and blood..

Ahkmenrah: But, I.. —  this one was pushed by the guard.

Larry: Good luck, boy. He encouraged him by giving him one last push to leave him out of the Planetarium and close enough to her. And so, Larry and the other boys left the kings alone.

   Larempteh perceived the king a couple of centimeters behind her in that long, beautifully lit corridor, tilted her body a little confirming her intuition and knew of her intentions when she smiled since seeing him with a rare flower in her hands meant a moment alone..

Larempteh: Can you excuse me for a moment? Thank you.. — she asked with fine manners and those figures bowed out of respect.

   She said goodbye to the friendly exhibits to pay attention to the handsome pharaoh walking a few steps to the entrance of the Planetarium..

Larempteh: Hi.. — It was an audible whisper.

Ahkmenrah: You're all a star. — he said and once Larem was face to face, he looked at her groggy, spreading the rose on the advice of his friend.

Larempteh: Thank you. — she accepted his gift by being affable when her eyes met his that shone with the same intensity.

Ahkmenrah: And now, I have to go.. — he excused himself by swirling on his shaft swirling his distinguished clothes and with a lot of tension he walked to some corner of the museum while his gold-colored cape flamed elegantly.

   Larempteh contained a soft laugh at the young man's not very carefree attitude..

     On the next night..

   The new classical conservation (Larempteh) walked through the diagram room accompanied by Jed and Octavio on each of his shoulders..

Jed: Then the boy and you.. — the cowboy thought and the beautiful hazelnut-eyed girl laughed softly.

Larempteh: No Jed, Ahkmenrah and I are still nothing. In fact we met in this life and how I remember some things about my past, I can not say whether or not he was promised to me or if it was and we could not. — she sighed and did not know why. — Well, as far as I know, my father wanted to force me to marry a king if he chose someone to marry me before he died. Ahk is, but I'm not sure he is the one because I only knew him very recently. — a thought ran around his head, shook him internally. — It was typical that in Ancient Egypt the sovereigns of different lands arranged commitments with their respective children to maintain the royal blood between the families. The opinion did not count on the unknown spouses or even perhaps relatives, it did not matter if these young people would agree or the opposite, had to marry whether they like it or not. That is why in my belief that it is still a difficult situation to handle. Because what if Ahkmenrah is my brother; well, at that time it was not so bad to marry among relatives, it is more common but now it would be shocking and terrible. Many malformations were conceived by such incest. — she closed her eyes trying to forget that thought. — I told my father, but he refused to hear me by telling him that if at that time I got married, I wanted it to be out of love, not obligation or divine whim. — she explained and the two little men jumped to the back of a sidewalk.

Jed: And you still think about that idea?  — the cowboy inquired and the beautiful Egyptian thought it a bit.

Larempteh: Seeing how I am analyzing it, I have no other way out. You will see Jed, from the moment I arrived in the world in the year 1104 BC possessed total abundance, I had everything, I was heir to the throne, a secured crown, I came to command an entire town when I was young, I reigned, I had the better comforts, in the palace where I was born they were all at my disposal and I did what I could but I never got to make my marriage and I fear that I am in a great fault with my parents for that and I would like to give them back the love they gave me. That is, seeing them happy fulfilling that dream pending that a king would take me from his hand to the altar and that tomorrow they would leave in peace knowing that a good man took care of me. But I left before them and it was tragic..

Octavio: How did you get to your bed, sovereign?

   She sighed deeply..

Larempteh: A spider stung me and I died. The years in Cambridge I could learn more about my story, Octavio. Every day I listened to the guide mention in the many tours that a daily occurrence occurred near my residence in Waset, baptized by the Greeks as Thebes..

**** Flash ****

Guide: And finally, this is the temple of Queen Larempteh and in that sarcophagus, there is the queen. And hanging on the wall behind her, her most precious possession. The Jewel of Larempteh. 24 karat gold, worth a real fortune, a lot of luxury. Any questions? — the man in a shirt and jeans with sneakers asked the group of schoolchildren, who many raised their hands eager to know more about the ruler.

— Yes, there is much speculation since its outcome itself was a complete mystery. Does anyone really know what happened to her?  — a teenage girl let go of her curiosity by holding a notebook and pencil how to take notes.

Guide: There are many theories but one is the possible causality. It is said that he died from a spider bite..

    We are within the thread of past experiences..

   It was a beautiful day in Waset, the Egyptians work on their routine tasks, the farmers reaped wheat among other rich foods, some built beautiful works, the women collected water and washed the clothes on the Nile, and young and young were running around that fertile land..

   A happy Larempteh, between smiles and laughter escaped from her friends who were running it, must be a game. The young woman suddenly tripped and rolled around being a bundle of tangled clothes, dust and laughter when she turned on her back with her legs sunk in the fresh and crystalline oasis..

—I used to hang out on the banks of the Nile where the torrid days in that place became good when fresh water flooded my feet, that relaxed me a lot, it was very exquisite, almost considered a luxury for the travelers who accessed it. That way I lost track of time sleeping among the green palm trees and reeds while the Sun was tanning my skin and listening to my friends babble remembering the above falling into a deep sleep..

   Without her noticing, a arachnid about the size of a fist of purple and black colors wandered around, perhaps searching for its prey and its target was located..

— I felt a strong pain in my right wrist that made me wake up crying, alerting the boys who called desperate to come and help me..

— Queen!

— Your Majesty! — Shouted a young woman with golden skin taking the affected wrist to the young woman when she vanished. — Help! Please help! The queen suffered an accident!

   A crowd of former members of Egyptian royalty surrounded their sovereign to help her..

— The last thing I remember is that they took me in my arms and placed me on top of a bed where the high priest examined me. — Despite being in a confused state I listened, I looked blurry and I felt forced; his voice informed my parents that only a miracle by the gods would save me, since the poison of that creature was so deadly that I could kill a person in just a matter of seconds and that total had spread through me body in less period. They couldn't do much for me, I agonized 1 day and never woke up. My whole family cried my end, my parents, my brothers and sisters, each member of our lineage carefully selected by my father and from that period 18 days of mourning and 18 days of feast in honor of me were decreed to go beyond..18 because it was the age at which I began to live with the gods..

Guide: What if she did her job well in ancient times? For some yes, for others it is debatable. But his generosity was seen out of focus in that Era. Being a young girl of only 18 years, her sudden death has been of great occultism over time. It was always known what it entailed to have the weight of a responsibility as great as it was to command an entire reign in Egypt and at that age, Larempteh was considered the only genuine threat to the nearby Empires. Although there are papyrus records from which they mark data about the event, there is still no exact information about the culprit. It is rumored that perhaps she was killed by some enemy whose nothing is known or how she achieved such evil because it is not common for the arachnid community to live in that Egyptian area.

— And it is true, I am an enigma and will continue to be for ever and ever. To date, the hypotheses are still being opened, but it was never known exactly about the one who caused my death and I don't want to find out. The first time I woke up 61 years ago, I was in gloom in a sarcophagus, wrapped in linen and bandages..

   Maybe something magical was close to her that made her relive but she didn't know what, that something that forced her to wake up from her lethargy for some reason and that why she still didn't have certain answers..

   She detailed herself sitting on her sarcophagus, she analyzed herself, she looked at how to memorize from zero..

   It was confusing at the beginning until she left her ornate coffin and walked through the great hall dimly lit by spotlights that she supposed would be her home but that minutes later she discovered her sad truth..

—That exhibition was not what was called home, but the walls recreated to my Era welcomed me and brought me closer to him. I had to conform..

    She approached the walls that with melancholy stroked the hieroglyphs, those exquisite writings that completely covered the four ends of her room, delineating some and sighing others, realizing that this idea of ​​being in her true house was very far away..

**** End of Flash ****

Larempteh: I know I lived in Waset. Born under the protection of Amun. My steps were consolidated in a beautiful, huge and colorful house surrounded by great respect for almost every Egyptian inhabitant. My death occurred in 1098 BC as it marks the exact date on my discovery plate, they watched over me in the Valley of the Queens as the protocol dictated, so I was able to collect the lessons heard. Decades passed until I was discovered and exhumed near the pyramids of Giza where they baptized the expedition with my name, in that same period they exhibited me at the University of Cambridge where I therefore spent 18 years as a historical piece of my time; since I came to New York I felt that something essential is missing from this necklace while my stay lasts in this museum and it was a little less than a month, I knew that here I came back to life thanks to Ahkmenrah's table, since he told me about her effective power and what she causes by explaining that she gives us the chance to live again no matter what our outcome has been and gives us even the opportunities to choose what we believe is right. And if so, if I could not complete subjects in life, how about.. —  and she was absent for a few seconds.

Jed: It only takes one gentleman.. — he completed with ingenuity.

Larempteh: And how it didn't happen, I guess so. Hey Jed, do you think there is any pharaoh besides Ahk in the museum?

Jed: I fear not, little one. — and in that answer, the girl showed her faint and confused grief.

Octavio: Can we help you with something, damsel?  — before that question the girl was thoughtful.

   Close to there..

Ahkmenrah: I don't know, Mr. Roosevelt.. — he looked dazed walking down the hall and looking forward keeping his head up following the man riding his Texas steed.

Teddy: If you have an Ace up your sleeve, everything is possible, boy. — he encouraged it with momentum.

Ahkmenrah: Yes, well, I, I don't know.. — his words tripped nervously.

Teddy: Stop babbling! — he ordered and the king opened his eyes in fright.  — Will you do it yes or no?! — and the boy nodded. — Young Ahkmenrah, good luck. — he said willingly continuing on his way.

   The king could hear that melodious voice coming from the exhibition of the miniatures, it was not far, so the steps that Ahkmenrah had to take were short and when he could see the girl, he kept hiding letting see his exotic profile right where a smile from trust escaped from the lips of our pharaoh..

Larempteh: Sorry guys. But in this case they can't do anything. — she said regretfully while maintaining a sweet smile.

Ahkmenrah: Larempteh.. — her voice rumbled in the room, calling the girl's attention. — I've been looking for you. — he was heading towards her while his cloak flamed thinly as he walked.

Larempteh: Well, here I am.. — she smiled and in that Jed and Octavio looked at each other with gracious complicity regarding the two young men.

Ahkmenrah: Can I talk to you? I have to tell you something.. — he detailed it carefully as if nothing else existed in the museum.

Larempteh: Sure, what happens, Ahkmenrah? — she looked at him in the same way although the young woman hid her feelings quite well, the boy did not, the boy was very obvious while the two little men covered their mouths so as not to let their laughter escape.

Ahkmenrah: I.. — he was going to talk but Jed's laugh and Octavio interrupted him. — Do you care, guys?

Jed: You should have seen your face..

Octavio: And how he looked at the damsel. — at that comment Larempteh sighed a laugh.

Ahkmenrah: Jed, Octavio, I want to be with her.. — he mentioned in a certain tone.

Jed: Of course you want to be with her.. — and upon hearing this Larempteh raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Ahkmenrah: Alone.. — the king's voice made his intention clear.

Jed: Okay, we understood, we understood.. —  and got off the bench followed by the Roman. — We'll leave the turtles alone.

   The two little men followed another path leaving the kings personal space..

Larempteh: Well, I think there will be no more interruptions. — she whispered letting out a pretty laugh and he melted every time that grimace was repeated on his face. — And, I guess what you want to tell me is important.. — she clasped her hands over her long, beautiful one-piece skirt.

Ahkmenrah: Sure. Ah, I, I brought you some gifts. — He commented and she formed a beautiful smile at the expectation.

Larempteh: Gifts? How sweet you are. — she murmured beautifully.

Ahkmenrah: Take. It's for you. — he pulled a blue lotus out of his cloak.

Larempteh: My favorite. — she sucked her scent even in Ahk's hands. That flower was preferred by the Egyptians, they regularly had one of that type that smelled with adoration. She in particular loved her.

Ahkmenrah: May I decorate your noble face, your Majesty? — he graciously addressed her by taking her cloak with one hand maneuvering a slight bow and the girl laughed at the gesture.

Larempteh: Of course, Your Highness. — she granted him the request and he politely placed the flower next to his hair, it was beautiful.

Ahkmenrah: How beautiful you look. — he took her chin as she flattered her with a velvety voice as she squinted her eyes admiring her with love, let her fingers caress that part of her face once she gave him a warm smile. — And here my second gift..

   And then he handed her sweetly a golden beetle, lapis lazuli and turquoise, the girl opened her hands receiving the second present that was worth more than a fortune..

Larempteh: Ahkmenrah, it's very beautiful but I can't accept it.. — she felt a whirlwind in her being.

   From somewhere very close to there..

Jed: What does he say?  — he wanted to know but it was impossible to hear from where they were.

Octavio: Octavio does not know how to speak Egyptian.

Jed: Come closer, Kimosabi.

Octavio: No, come closer..

Jed: No, you..

Octavio: No, I'm the oldest for two thousand years, so I order it to you..

   And returning with the two young people..

Ahkmenrah: Please, I don't accept a no as an answer. — in that he approached the girl as much as he could. He wanted to memorize every line of his body because it didn't often happen that a purity beauty adorned this earth. That flower lost prominence in the case of that Egyptian cutie, it was so perfect for its reasoning, as if the gods had carved it by hand for him.

   The girl did not imagine how great was the devotion that the boy had him..

Larempteh: For Ra! I really don't know what to say.. — due to the surprise, she brought a hand to her chest and laughed with a mixture of emotions in response to such a sweet courtship.

Ahkmenrah: I would love you to keep it.. — he joined his hands with hers to close them protecting the gift and the beautiful Egyptian detailed it, discovering the beauty of it, in every way.

Larempteh: You're cool, Ahk. I mean it. — and at that she gave him a kiss on the right cheek, the young pharaoh received his bemused gesture, so that she would then give him a tender smile and go towards the route that led to another room.

    He saw her walking with steps worthy of a true queen, elegant..

   Larempteh walked without going to a special corner in the museum, without thinking she came to the lobby where Teddy was waiting for her with a bright smile and she frowned as a sign of confusion..

Larempteh: Why so smiling, Mr. Roosevelt?  — she said finally smiling and warm.

Teddy: Oh, my girl, I'm happy for you. — he patted her shoulder.

Larempteh: Why? I haven't done anything out of the ordinary. — she waved her hand to her dress to clean an imaginary fluff.

Teddy: I ​​admire the love of youth and I can't say happy enough that I feel for you.. — he argued leaving the girl even more lost.

Larempteh: What are you saying, Teddy?

Teddy: Ahkmenrah and you. — at that moment she could hear her heart move and echoing in her ears. — At first I wasn't sure, but once I noticed the way he looks at you and his eyes shine when he mentions you, it had to be how I introduced him. He is in love with you. — and upon hearing, she formed a tender smile.

Larempteh: He's such a sweet boy. — she looked down, caressing that precious gift. — He's very special to me too. — she was very frank, her tone was pure honey when her pupils dilated in love?

Teddy: What a joy, little girl. — Mr. Roosevelt smiled brightly.

   Ahkmenrah let out a crooked sigh, he didn't look like a serious king, he looked more like a fool with a real title on his head, received with scholarships and all-inclusive, anyone who saw him would say he wasn't worthy of wearing his ornate dress and a high headdress. but who would blame him, that girl was too sublime. He stayed like that for several seconds until something took him out of focus..

   He directed his way to a sector where the voices of the little men could be heard continuing with his discussion, he stood up to interrupt everything..

Jed: No, come closer..

Octavio: Octavio orders you to be you.. — he stopped speaking when the king adjusted his voice loudly. — My Sir..

Ahkmenrah: I was listening to them from the other side.. — and smiled discovering them.

Octavio: I told you we should talk like that.. — he lowered his voice when Jed stepped on his foot. — Auch! It was not necessary.

Jed: Yes it was. It also didn't hurt. Hey, how was everything, champion? — he adjusted his hat.

Octavio: We saw that everything is growing like the Roman Empire, my Lord. —  he addressed him with respect.

Ahkmenrah: Yes, it is growing but she and I.. — he sighed with endless seconds of mystery.

Octavio: What? — he inquired with scandalous pressure.

Ahkmenrah: It's complicated to explain, Octavio. Before I died I was obliged to marry a queen if I decided to choose one to marry her and I doubt she is Larempteh, I don't know her enough to say that she is the one but that didn't serve as an excuse when the real inheritance was in danger..

Jed: So you and the girl have the same problem.  — the cowboy deduced by remembering the conversation he had with Larempteh a while ago.

Ahkmenrah: That's right, unfortunately. Only a miracle on Ra's part would relieve me. — he entrusted himself looking at the ceiling asking for a sign.

Jedd: Calm down, these things always happen. Maybe tomorrow you and the girl will be together, get married and have hundreds of little Egyptians running around the museum or in the other museum. — and Ahk laughed willingly.

Ahkmenrah: Or rather in the next life.. — he was interrupted by himself. — Wait to?

Jed: You make such a beautiful couple and you don't even know it ..

Ahkmenrah: Love? Do you think she and I..?

Jed: Even that mustache rider realized, Ahk..

Ahkmenrah: Marry Larempteh? Yes, it would be great.. — he smiled hopefully.

Jed: Or are you going to deny me that you don't make eyes at him from afar? — and Ahkmenrah swallowed thickly remembering an event about it.

**** Flash of Memories ****

    Larempteh was talking animatedly with Sacajewea in the lobby but something distracted the beautiful queen, it was Ahk leaning on the desk and making eyes with killing smiles. Ahkmenrah had his thing, despite being a sweet and attentive king, he also resorted to romance tactics when it came to young girls. The young woman's eyes came and went, without deciding who to pay attention to. He did what he could but the looks on his body were impossible to avoid, the young queen smiled shyly..

**** End of Flash ****

Octavio: You must master very well the real flirtations, my Lord. — pharaoh felt an unbearable heat rising in his face.

Jed: You already looked at her, champion! Admit it, you're dead for her.

Octavio: Besides, he has hypnotic blue eyes. — and the king strangely processed that praise. — her eyes are the color of beauty.

Ahkmenrah: You guys are weird..

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Time (Ahkmenrah x Reader) Part 1

Part 2 - Part 3  - Part 4 

Word Count: 1611

Being inside the British Museum wasn’t as fun as people think it would be. Since almost every five minutes there’s something either chasing us or attacking us. Also, the fact that we had to take care of all the exhibits, that are slowing dying. Ahkmenrah’s tablet was decaying by the minute. Not to mention that I can’t look at Ahkmenrah without crying. I have a huge crush on him since I remember but when I told him. He told me that he was in love with my friend that also works in the museum. Afterward, he would avoid me and whenever I tried to talk to him. He ignored me and walk away. It didn’t take long before the others notice. They just stayed silent since I told them before that I didn’t want to talk about it.

Sacagawea pulls me out of my daydream. “Is everything alright Y/N?” She asked looking worried. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” I nod smiling at her. “Whenever you start to daydream, you tend to think about things that are bothering you,” Sacagawea replied rubbing my arm. Sacagawea has been a mother figure for me. Since my mom isn’t the best. “I’m fine” I replied side-hugging her. “Are you sure, it doesn’t have to do anything with Ahkmenrah and your friend.” She nudges her head towards Ahkmenrah who kept talking to Nicky. “I’m sure. He could be with her. I could care less. I’m not close with him anymore” I replied.

“This is it. Perhaps I should accompany you in.” Lancelot spoke once we got to the Egypt wing. I looked around and it was breathtaking. “No, I think we got it from here.” Larry refused since Lancelot was getting on our nerves. Especially Larry’s since the whole night he been pre-talking Nick. “Really?” Lancelot asked looking at us. “Yeah. No, we're good.” Larry nod. “Right. Well...friends...Larry...clown-faced keeper of the magic tablet... I shall never forget your bravery. Nor your jests.” Lancelot told us smiling at us. Now I feel bad for getting annoyed by him. “Bye,” Larry spoke turning away. When we were about to follow Larry’s actions Lancelot spoke up again. “I shall not say goodbye.” “I am.” Larry interrupted him. “What?” Lancelot questioned with a confused face. “I'm gonna say goodbye. I have to go, I'm sorry. I'll see you.” Larry replied walking away. “Really, man, thank you,” Nick told Lancelot patting his arm. “For everything,” I spoke also smiling gently at him.

Once we got close enough to see where Ahkmenrah’s parents should be.” I haven't seen these walls for many a moon.” Ahkmenrah spoke up looking around smiling. We saw a woman walk from a corner “Ahkmen?” she spoke. “Mother.” Ahkmenrah hugs her. We all smile at them. A man walked from where Ahkmenrah’s mom just came in. “Father,” Ahkmenrah spoke again when he saw his father. “Welcome home, my son.” His dad replied hugging him. “I want you to meet my friends,” Ahkmenrah replied turning back to us. “I am Merenkahre... Pharaoh of the Nile and Father to the Son of the Sun.” Merenkahre spoke in a powerful voice. “And I am Shepseheret... the Glittering Jewel of the Nine Kingdoms,” Shepseheret spoke afterward with also a powerful voice. “And I am Larry,” Larry replied slightly bowing at them. “Guardian of Brooklyn,” Ahkmenrah spoke smiling at him. “Yes. I actually live in Manhattan now.” Larry replied looking at Ahkmenrah. “I know, but it doesn't sound as cool,” Ahkmenrah replied. I smiled at his response.

“We would be very honored if you could take a look at the tablet. There's something happening with it. We don't understand what it is.” Larry changed the topic looking at the tablet that Ahkmenrah was holding. “You are speaking with a pharaoh. Kiss my staff.” Merenkahre put his staff in front of Larry. Larry just blows a kiss at the staff. Then he kisses his fingers and touches the staff. Ahkmenrah’s parents did not look happy. “Is it okay if I don't?” Larry asked looking at Merenkahre. “You will show respect. I am the descendant of Ra, the sun god.” Merenkahre replied in a powerful voice once again. “I understand that, and I totally respect you. I just don't pray to Ra, so...” Larry replied. I hit my forehead with Nick’s shoulder. Larry couldn’t say anything more wrong. “The Egyptian gods are the only true gods,” Merenkahre replied looking offended. “Well, we try to stay a little more open-minded. I mean, Sacagawea, she honors her spiritual ancestors... and you pray to some sort of goat god, Attila? I'm half-Irish, half-Jewish...” Larry informed pointing to Sacagawea and Attila. Once Larry said that he was Jewish. Both of their faces light up. “You are? I love Jews! We owned 40,000 of them!” Merenkahre replied looking at Larry. “Such lovely people,” Shepseheret spoke with a smile. “Here we go.” Ahkmenrah whispered looking away in embarrassed.” They were very happy, always singing with candles.” Merenkahre looked at Larry.” Yeah. They really weren't happy.” Larry replied. “Really?” Shepseheret asked. “No. They left. They spent about 40 years in the desert trying to escape.” Larry informed them. “Yeah. We have dinner once a year and talk about it. It's a big deal for us. Listen, could you take a look at that tablet? There's something wrong with it.” Larry brought the topic back to the tablet. Ahkmenrah took his father staff and hand him the tablet. Merenkah took the tablet and examine it. “It's losing its power,” Merenkahre spoke looking up at Larry. “Do you think you could fix it?” Larry asked. “To do that, I would have to divulge the secret of the tablet.” Merenkahre stood up stricter if possible. “I promise we won't tell anybody,” Larry replied. “No.” Merenkahre shook his head. “I'll kiss your staff.” Larry sighed. “Too late.” Merenkahre looks at Larry. “Father, why do you insist on keeping this to yourself?” Ahkmenrah spoke up walking up to his dad. “The secret was to be passed down to you at the proper time,” Merenkahre replied looking at Ahkmenrah. “Well, it has been 4,000 years. Now seems like a good time.” Ahkmenrah tried to convince him. Merenkahre put his hand in Ahkmenrah’s cheek. “You were born at midnight. I was Pharaoh... and I had seen wonders most men only dream of. But when I first gazed upon you...you were instantly more precious to me... than all the wonders of the ancient world. I knew I could never bear to say goodbye. I commanded the High Priest to create a gift to you, my son... using all we had learned of the mysteries of the afterlife. Forged in the temple of Khonsu, god of the moon... and watcher over nighttime travelers... the Tablet of Ahkmenrah. Our tomb was designed to channel Khonsu's rays down to the tablet... rejuvenating its powers every night. The moon god bestowed his power upon the tablet... so that, as long as it bathed in his light... our family could be together forever, and not even death could part us. It's been away from Khonsu's light too long.” Merenkahre informed us

The tablet started to glow, and I felt Sacagawea grab my arm when I turn to look at her. She looked like she was going to lose her balance. “My son! What is happening to you?” I heard Shepseheret say behind me. “It needs moonlight...otherwise we shall be dead by sunrise. Hurry!” Larry started to run. Nick nudge me to follow him. We both run after Larry. “If the tablet dies... nothing can bring it back!” Merenkahre yelled after us.

Once we were in a window that was letting the moonlight come in. Larry was almost fixing the piece when we saw a shadow blocking the tablet from the moon. We looked up and saw Lancelot holding his sword towards Nick’s neck. “What are you doing?” Larry asked worry looking at the sword that was in his son’s neck. “The tablet. Now.” Lancelot order holding out his hand. Larry gave it to him and Lancelot push Nick towards us. He almost lost his balance, but I grab his arm before he could fall. Nick rubbed his neck. “Wait, listen to me. That thing is dying. If it doesn't get moonlight... everything ends, like, for real.” Larry explained. “King Arthur wasted years searching for the Holy Grail. To think it was a tablet all along.” Lancelot looked at the tablet and chucking. “Would you just give it to me? You don't know what you're doing!” Larry raises his voice. “My quest is complete. I ride for Camelot tonight.” Lancelot told us smiling. “Just keep it, okay? But just put it in the moonlight and turn that centerpiece.” Larry pointed at the piece that wasn’t fully turned. “Sorry, not my first quest.” Lancelot put away his sword and started to run. “And by the way, Erik was much funnier than you!” Lancelot said while running down the hallway. “Go get the others. We can't let him leave the building!” Larry order us. Larry runs after Lancelot.

Nick and I nodded and ran back to the Egyptian wing. When we got there, everyone was looking at us confused. “Lancelot stole the tablet,” I spoke out once I caught my breath. “Who?” Both Merenkahre and Shepseheret asked, confused. “He was a man that was helping us come over here. “Ahkmenrah explain to his parents. “Let’s go and see if we can catch up to my dad” Nick spoke already turning away to run to where Larry said to meet before he went to follow Lancelot. We follow him right away

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Switching Lanes With St. Vincent

By Molly Young

January 22, 2019

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On a cold recent night in Brooklyn, St. Vincent appeared onstage in a Saint Laurent smoking jacket to much clapping and hooting, gave the crowd a deadpan look, and said, “Without being reductive, I'd like to say that we haven't actually done anything yet.” Pause. “So let's do something.”

She launched into a cover of Lou Reed's “Perfect Day”: an arty torch-song version that made you really wonder whom she was thinking about when she sang it. This was the elusive chanteuse version of St. Vincent, at least 80 percent leg, with slicked-back hair and pale, pale skin. She belted, sipped from a tumbler of tequila (“Oh, Christ on a cracker, that's strong”), executed little feints and pounces, flung the mic cord away from herself like a filthy sock, and spat on the stage a bunch of times. Nine parts Judy Garland, one part GG Allin.

If the Garland-Allin combination suggests that St. Vincent is an acquired taste, she's one that has been acquired by a wide range of fans. The crowd in Brooklyn included young women with Haircuts in pastel fur and guys with beards of widely varying intentionality. There was a woman of at least 90 years and a Hasidic guy in a tall hat, which was too bad for whoever sat behind him. There were models, full nuclear families, and even a solitary frat bro. St. Vincent brings people together.

If you chart the career of Annie Clark, which is St. Vincent's civilian name, you will see what start-up founders and venture capitalists call “hockey-stick growth.” That is, a line that moves steadily in a northeast direction until it hits an “inflection point” and shoots steeply upward. It's called hockey-stick growth because…it looks like a hockey stick.

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The toe of the stick starts with Marry Me, Clark's debut solo album, which came out a decade ago and established a few things that would become essential St. Vincent traits: her ability to play a zillion instruments (she's credited on the album with everything from dulcimer to vibraphone), her highbrow streak (Shakespeare citations), her goofy streak (“Marry me!” is an Arrested Development bit), and her oceanic library of musical references (Kate Bush, Steve Reich, uh…D'Angelo!). The blade of the stick is her next four albums, one of them a collaboration with David Byrne, all of them confirming her presence as an enigma of indie pop and a guitar genius. The stick of the stick took a non-musical detour in 2016, when Clark was photographed canoodling with (now ex-) girlfriend Cara Delevingne at Taylor Swift's mansion, followed a few months later by pictures of Clark holding hands with Kristen Stewart. That brought her to the realm of mainstream paparazzi-pictures-in-the-Daily-Mail celebrity. Finally, the top of the stick is Masseduction, the 2017 album she co-produced with Jack Antonoff, which revealed St. Vincent to be not only experimental and beguiling but capable of turning out incorrigible bangers.

Masseduction made the case that Clark could be as much a pop star as someone like Sia or Nicki Minaj—a performer whose idiosyncrasies didn't have to be tamped down for mainstream success but could actually be amplified. The artist Bruce Nauman once said he made work that was like “going up the stairs in the dark and either having an extra stair that you didn't expect or not having one that you thought was going to be there.” The idea applies to Masseduction: Into the familiar form of a pop song Clark introduces surprising missteps, unexpected additions and subtractions. The album reached No. 10 on the Billboard 200. The David Bowie comparisons got louder.

This past fall, she released MassEducation (not quite the same title; note the addition of the letter a), which turned a dozen of the tracks into stripped-down piano songs. Although technically off duty after being on tour for nearly all of 2018, Clark has been performing the reduced songs here and there in small venues with her collaborator, the composer and pianist Thomas Bartlett. Whereas the Masseduction tour involved a lot of latex, neon, choreographed sex-robot dance moves, and LED screens, these recent shows have been comparatively austere. When she performed in Brooklyn, the stage was empty, aside from a piano and a side table. There were blue lights, a little piped-in fog for atmosphere, and that was it. It looked like an early-'90s magazine ad for premium liquor: art-directed, yes, but not to the degree that it Pinterested itself.

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The performance was similarly informal. Midway through one song, Clark forgot the lyrics and halted. “It takes a different energy to be performing [than] to sit in your sweatpants watching Babylon Berlin,” she said. “Wherever I am, I completely forget the past, and I'm like. ‘This is now.’ And sometimes this means forgetting song lyrics. So, if you will…tell me what the second fucking verse is.”

Clark has only a decade in the public eye behind her, but she's accomplished a good amount of shape-shifting. An openness to the full range of human expression, in fact, is kind of a requirement for being a St. Vincent fan. This is a person who has appeared in the front row at Chanel and also a person who played a gig dressed as a toilet, a person profiled in Vogue and on the cover of Guitar World.

The day before her Brooklyn show, I sat with Clark to find out what it's like to be utterly unstructured, time-wise, after a long stretch of knowing a year in advance that she had to be in, like, Denmark on July 4 and couldn't make plans with friends.

“I've been off tour now for three weeks,” she said. “When I say ‘off,’ I mean I didn't have to travel.”

This doesn't mean she hasn't traveled—she went to L.A. to get in the studio with Sleater-Kinney and also hopped down to Texas, where she grew up—just that she hasn't been contractually obligated to travel. What else did she do on her mini-vacation?

“I had the best weekend last weekend. I woke up and did hot Pilates, and then I got a bunch of new modular synths, and I set 'em up, and I spent ten hours with modular synths. Plugging things in. What happens when I do this? I'm unburdened by a full understanding of what's going on, so I'm very willing to experiment.”

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Jacket, and coat, by Boss / Necklace, by Cartier

Like a child?

“Exactly. Did you ever get those electronics kits as a kid for like 20 bucks from RadioShack? Where you connect this wire to that one and a light bulb turns on? It's very much like that.”

There's an element of chaos, she said, that makes synth noodling a neat way to stumble on melodies that she might not have consciously assembled. She played with the synths by herself all day. “I don't stop, necessarily,” she said, reflecting on what the idea of “vacation” means to someone for whom “job” and “things I love to do” happen to overlap more or less exactly. “I just get to do other things that are really fun. I'm in control of my time.” She had plans to see a show at the New Museum, read books, play music and see movies alone, always sitting on the aisle so she could make a quick escape if necessary. But she will probably keep working. St. Vincent doesn't have hobbies.

When it manifests in a person, this synergy between life and work is an almost physically perceptible quality, like having brown eyes or one leg or being beautiful. Like beauty, it's a result of luck, and a quality that can invoke total despair in people who aren't themselves allotted it. This isn't to say that Clark's career is a stroke of unearned fortune but that her skills and character and era and influences have collided into a perfect storm of realized talent. And to have talent and realize that talent and then be beloved by thousands for exactly the thing that is most special about you: Is there anything a person could possibly want more? Is this why Annie Clark glows? Or is it because she's super pale? Or was it because there was a sound coming through the window where we sat that sounded thrillingly familiar?

“Is Amy Sedaris running by?” Clark asked, her spine straightening. A man with a boom mic was visible on the sidewalk outside. Another guy in a baseball cap issued instructions to someone beyond the window. Someone said “Action!” and a figure in vampire makeup and a clown wig streaked across the sidewalk. Someone said “Cut!” and Clark zipped over for a look. It was, in fact, Amy Sedaris, her clown wig bobbing in the 44-degree breeze. The mic operator was gagging with laughter. It seemed like a good omen, this sighting, like the New York City version of Groundhog Day: If an Amy Sedaris streaks across your sight line in vampire makeup, spring will arrive early.

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Another thing Clark does when off tour is absorb all the input that she misses when she's locked into performance mode. On a Monday afternoon, she met artist Lisa Yuskavage at an exhibition of her paintings at the David Zwirner gallery in Chelsea. Yuskavage was part of a mini-boom of figurative painting in the '90s, turning out portraits of Penthouse centerfolds and giant-jugged babes with Rembrandt-esque skill. It made sense that Clark wanted to meet her: Both women make art about the inner lives of female figures, both are sorcerers of technique, both are theatrical but introspective, both have incendiary style. The gallery was a white cube, skylit, with paintings around the perimeter. Yuskavage and Clark wandered through at a pace exclusive to walking tours of cultural spaces, which is to say a few steps every 10 to 15 seconds with pauses between for the proper amount of motionless appreciation.

The paintings were small, all about the size of a human head, and featured a lot of nipples, tufted pudenda, tan lines, majestic asses, and protruding tongues. “I like the idea of possessing something by painting it,” Yuskavage said. “That's the way I understand the world. Like a dog licking something.”

Clark looked at the works with the expression people make when they're meditating. She was wearing elfin boots, black pants, and a shirt with a print that I can only describe as “funky”—“funky” being an adjective that looks good on very few people, St. Vincent being one of them—and sipped from a cup of espresso furnished by a gallery minion. After she finished the drink, there was a moment when she looked blankly at the saucer, unsure what to do with it, and then stuck it in the breast pocket of her funky shirt for the rest of the tour.

A painting called Sweetpuss featured a bubble-butted blonde in beaded panties with nipples so upwardly erect they actually resembled little boners. Yuskavage based the underwear on a pair of real underwear that she'd constructed herself from colored balls and string. “I've got the beaded panties if you ever need 'em,” she said to Clark. “They might fit you. They're tiny.”

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“I'm picturing you going to the Garment District,” Clark said.

“There was a lot of going to the Garment District.”

As they completed their lap around the white cube, Clark interjected with questions—what year was this? were you considering getting into film? how long did these sittings take? what does “mise-en-scène” mean?—but mainly listened. And she is a good listener: an inquisitive head tilter, an encouraging nodder, a non-fidgeter, a maker of eye contact. She found analogues between painting and music. When Yuskavage mourned the death of lead white paint (due to its poisonous qualities, although, as the artist pointed out, “It's not that big a deal to not get lead poisoning; just don't eat the paint”), Clark compared it to recording's transition from tape to digital.

“Back in the day, if you wanted to hear something really reverberant”—she clapped; it reverberated—“you'd have to be in a room like this and record it, or make a reverb chamber,” Clark said. “Now we have digital plug-ins where you can say, ‘Oh, I want the acoustic resonance of the Sistine Chapel.’ Great. Somebody's gone and sampled that and created an algorithm that sounds like you're in the Sistine Chapel.”

Lately, she said, she's been way more into devices that betray their imperfections. That are slightly out of tune, or capable of messing up, or less forgiving of human intervention. “Air moving through a room,” Clark said. “That's what's interesting to me.”

They kept pacing. The paintings on the wall evolved. Conversation turned to what happens when you grow as an artist and people respond by flipping out.

“I always find it interesting when someone wants you to go back to ‘when you were good,’ ” Yuskavage said. “This is why we liked you.”

“I can't think of anybody where I go, ‘What's great about that artist is their consistency, ” Clark said. “Anything that stays the same for too long dies. It fails to capture people's imagination.”

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They were identifying a problem with fans, of course, not with themselves. It was an implicit identification, because performers aren't permitted to critique their audiences, and it was definitely the artistic equivalent of a First World problem—an issue that arises only when you're so resplendent with talent that you not only nail something enough to attract adoration but nail it hard enough to get personally bored and move on—but it was still valid. They were talking about the kind of fan who clings to a specific tree when he or she could be roaming through a whole forest. In St. Vincent's case, a forest of prog-rock thickets and jazzy roots and orchestral brambles and mournful-ballad underlayers, all of it sprouting and molting under a prodigious pop canopy. They were talking about the strange phenomenon of people getting mad at you for surprising them. Even if the surprise is great.

Molly Young is a writer living in New York City. She wrote about Donatella Versace in the April 2018 issue of GQ.

A version of this story originally appeared in the February 2019 issue with the title "Switching Lanes With St. Vincent."

#st vincent #annie clark #gq #interviews #shakespeare citations #christ on a cracker #lmao

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Three nights;

Fluff, college!AU

Turns out that our winter break wasn’t that bad..

“Hey, Y/N. Wake up.” Joji whispered softly in my ear while he fondled my hair slightly.

Me and Joji had been dating for a good amount of three years as we got to know each other in the first year of college. I couldn’t really say that it was love with the first sign since I don’t believe in this but.. We had a lot of chemistry, so it just happened.

But anyways, that doesn’t really have to do with this story.

“We have a winter break, let me sleep a little longer.” I replied in a low voice, yet loud enough for him to hear.

“So, should I tell your mom that her daughter is being lazy enough to get her ass off the bed?” He said again within a small laugh and his eyebrows raised at me.

“Huh?!” I automatically got in a sitting position, facing him and giving him a weird look for mentioning my mom. “Is she here or what?” I asked nervously, not wanting her to see the house or generally me in such a mess.

“No. She just called earlier and said that she wanted to talk to you as soon as possible.” He replied with a smile a peck on the lips. “I made breakfast though; just get up already.”

“I see..” I replied and with a nod I got off the bed. After leaving the bathroom, I made my way to the kitchen. Joji had cooked some crepes with chocolate syrup all over them. He was indeed great at cooking; unlike me. At times, I couldn’t even understand how I made a living of my own for these passed years before moving in with him.

“What would the emergency be?” He asked with his mouth full, as he stared at me, curiosity written over his forehead.

“I don’t know but I hope it’s something that I can take care of without ruining our break.” I replied half bitter as I looked over my plate, thinking that it would probably be some request of something that I don’t like doing.

“Don’t worry, as long as we spend our time together without studies, we’re all good.” He smiled and kept on eating his breakfast.

I did nothing but nod back and continued eating as well. He was right. It wouldn’t be something that can ruin our time together; right?

“Uugh- Tell me that it’s not my mom.” I said out loud to Joji as I heard his phone ringing, since an hour had passed and I hadn’t called my mom back yet.

“No, it’s Ian. But you better call her.�� He commanded as he answered his phone.

“Say hi from me!” I yelled for him one more time, as I heard him doing so I unlocked my phone and decided to finally call my mom.

“Were you sleeping till now?” Was her answer as soon as she picked up.

I sighed in return and rolled my eyes in annoyance. “No, I just remembered to call you back now.” I explained and then continued talking. “So, what was the so called emergency?” I asked within an ironic tone.

“You know.. I know you’re on a break right now, as much as I know that you’re gonna stay in Brooklyn to get your rest.” Yeah, both did live in New York but in different places. I had to move out ever since I passed into that university. I can’t complain though, if it wasn’t for that, I wouldn’t have met Joji. “But.. Your sister has to leave for a business trip. Me and your dad have booked air tickets for France already and.. Your niece Jennie can’t stay by her own.” She explained in an apologetic voice.

As soon as I heard her though I felt like having heart attack or anything similar. Why? I don’t really like kids. Let’s say that they get on my nerves in a way that I can’t handle them and don’t want to even be around them. “You must be joking me now, right?” I said angrily, even catching Joji’s attention, but I couldn’t care less about sounding a bit too loud or a bit too harsh. “You said it yourself. I wanna rest!”

I could hear her sighing slowly before continuing. “Y/N.. She’s an eight year old kid. We can’t leave her alone, neither can she come along. Plus, it will only be for three nights. I swear, I will send over your sister to get her as soon as she’s back from her business trip.” She begged.

I didn’t say anything for about a minute. By then Joji had turned off his phone too. I just gave him a small and kind of moody glance before turning my back again, ready to reply. “Three nights. By the end of the third night I want Nicky here to take her. I won’t even care if she wants to stay more. I will kick her off the house by then, I swear to God.”

With that, my mom’s voice returned to its natural cheerful sound that has always been. She thanked me many times, passed the phone over to my dad to have a small chit-chat as well and within several minutes, the call had finally come to its end.

As soon as it was all done, I let me phone and myself fall on the couch, looking over at Joji, feeling all exhausted already. Anxiety had taken all over me, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to handle her, or the fact that I couldn’t even think of telling that to Joji. Yes, it was our shared apartment, but it was practically his by the low.

“So? What about these three nights?” He asked, taking his seat right next to me, wrapping his hand around my shoulder to pull me closer. He did know how to make me feel better in any way. His soft voice was always easing the pain I would feel.

“Remember Nicky’s daughter? My niece?” I asked, not even looking at him since my head was laying lightly on his chest, his hands playing with my hair. I felt his head moving onto a nod, so I continued. “Long story short; my parents are going to France, my sister has a business trip and they have no one to take care of Jennie but me.” I sighed, not completely sure of whether or not Joji would approve that even though I had already answered with a yes to my mom. “She begged me to keep her here for three nights. I know, I know.. I should have asked you first but-”

“Shh! It’s gonna be alright. I don’t mind it at all. We got other two bedrooms and she can just stay at one of them, I can cook for three and we will just spend some time along with her. It won’t be that bad.” He cut me off to say all optimistic. I felt happy for a moment. Not because he was basically good with children, but because it didn’t turn out into some fight. I felt very relieved until I remembered how we had to clean up the whole place before my niece’s arrival.

I pecked his lips as I got off the couch, already thinking of cleaning up. “Oh by the way, what did Ian want?” I asked out of curiosity as well as I saw him walking towards me, wanting to help with cleaning.

“He came with Anisa for some days, so he thought of coming tomorrow.” He explained as he started off by throwing away the garbage off our bedroom. “They will have fun with Jennie too. Except if she starts crying over Ian’s egg-shaped forehead. Who knows, it might scare her.” He said half-jokingly to me, making me feel better that I won’t have to pass through all these alone. “When will she be here?” He asked lastly.

“Tonight.” I replied shortly after, mopping the floor.

I heard a child’s giggles in my head, it felt kinda weird but also disturbing. I automatically opened up my eyes to see the familiar little girl loudly cheering like her purpose was to wake me up. “Auntie Y/N, I’ve missed you!” She said loudly once again while she hugged him tightly. It all felt so sudden, I could only give a confused glance over to Joji.

“You fell asleep as soon as we were done with the cleaning. I didn’t wanna wake you up, so I went over to the airport to get Jennie by myself.” He explained it all, giving me a small smile.

“Joji is such a good guy. He talked a lot about you on our way home.” Jennie said all smiley, looking up at both if us. “Seems like granny is right though. You seem to be so lazy, all you do is sleeping.”

And like that, my worst nightmare begun.

After hours of talking, playing cards, watching TV shows and eating, Jennie’s batteries had come to its end. She finally fell asleep around 10 pm.

I took her in my arms softly since she had fallen asleep on the carpet and I slowly placed her down on one of the bedrooms’ bed. I sighed as soon as I closed the door, walking towards the living room again.

“She wouldn’t shut her mouth.” I said in annoyance as I laid on the couch, hugging Joji.

“It was kind of fun though.” He replied as he turned off the TV, finally looking over at me and pecking my forehead. “Didn’t know all these stories about when you were younger.” He said sassily, giving me a judgmental look.

“Shut the fuck up! Only if I knew how much my sister was talking about me to her daughter. For fuck’s sake..” I said, still having this tired and angry expression on my face, remembering all of the weird stories my young niece wouldn’t stop talking about.

“Seems like she loves you a lot though.” He said smiley, looking directly in my eyes. I automatically smiled at his sudden glance, I felt as I was melting under his happy expression.

“She does and I do too.” I started as I closed my eyes, laying on his chest again. “Her dad left her and Nicky when she was in the age of 2, running off with some random hoe. She never had a father to look after, her mother was working as much as possible so they would be comfortable without anyone’s help. I was always taking care of her when Nicky wasn’t around. She grew up to think of me as some kind of figure.” I continued, my voice softening as Joji’s hands found my head, giving it some small pats. “And I know I seem like I hate her at times, but I don’t. I just can’t handle her or any other child to be totally honest.”

“You’re lovable.” He whispered, holding me closer. I felt my cheeks warming up slowly, glad he couldn’t see my face. “It all sounded so nice. Her stories about you and all. I felt like wanting to meet the younger version of you as well.” He continued within a gentle giggle.

“I looked different than I am now, feels like you would either see me as the friend type or you wouldn’t wanna be around me at all.” I explained along with a short lasted laugh.

“Tsk, idiot.” He replied as he hit my head with the pillow right next to him.

It turned out to be a small pillow fight between the two mature adults that we supposingly were, until we felt extremely tired and we both gave up before we would wake up Jennie too.

“12 am and I feel dead already.”  I looked over at him, feeling kinda weird to be sleepy at this of hour since I would usually fall asleep at least around 4 am.

Joji just nodded relating to me. He held me up in bridal style, making his way to our room. He laid me down.

“Baby, I’m not in the mood. I’m sleepy.” I said as I felt him stripping me off my jeans, the red of my cheeks gladly not being visible with the lights being turned off.

“Nasty.” He said as he shook his head, finally removing my jeans completely. “I just wanna help you get dressed into your pajamas.” He explained, pulling my legs onto each holes of my bottoms.

“Oh- Well, you could just say it so I didn’t have to jump in conclusions like these.” I said kinda embarrassed of my dirty thought as I lifted my hands up for him to get my shirt off and wear me the top part of the pajamas.

“Ready for some sleep now.” He said as soon as he was done with dressing me, giving a small and light smack on my ass for fun before walking to his side to put on his own pajamas.

“And I’m the nasty one, I see.” I said, giving him a small salty expression as I saw him finally climbing on the bed.

“Shh.” This was the only sound that was heard off his mouth for the rest of the night. He cuddled with me softly, making my lashes heavy enough to close my eyes shortly after. Whithin a soft whisper of ‘I love you’ I fell asleep easily.

The loud sound of a camera got me awake, feeling the anger into me already. I didn’t talk, neither did I get off my sleeping position, I just opened up my eyes. In front of me, Joji was having the same reaction as me with the difference that he got off his spot only to see the young girl with a phone on her hand running off the room within some loud cheers.

“Why do I have to suffer like this?” I asked in a deep voice, not wanting to believe what was happening around me or what was going to happen next.

“She took a picture or something.” Joji said lightly, closing his eyes slowly again as he didn’t care much about it.

I sighed deeply and pushed him for a while so I could make sure he was totally awake. “I’m going to bath first. Go make something for her to eat or else she will get on our nerves for the rest of the day.” I said again, giving him a peck on the cheek as I got off the bed.

Well, almost. As soon as I did, he dragged me down by pulling my hand, giving me a short yet passionate kiss on the lips. I couldn’t stop smiling through it of course. And yes, it’s not like we couldn’t have our private moments like these every now and then, but with Jennie around the house, we wanted to keep a distance as it wasn’t something appropriate for someone of her age to witness.

Click

The sound of the camera was filled in the room again, making me pull off Joji as soon as we both heard it. I tuned around semi angry - semi embarrassed to see my little niece smiling softly as she let out her giggles. I acted as I was gonna run after her and she ran off the room extremely fast.

“Not so sure if she actually does love me or hate me to be honest.” I said, looking towards him, remembering the conversation we were having the previous night.

“Shut up, we all do.” He said as he got off the bed this time, giving me one last kiss on the lips before walking off the room.

I sighed once more, letting myself fall on the bed. Soon enough I got off of it too though, getting a new pear of pajamas and two towels, walking in the bathroom.

An hour later I was off the bathroom all fresh. I dried my hair fast and I walked in the kitchen where everyone else was sitting at. Jennie was right next to Joji, laughing loudly as he was sharing his phone with her.

“What are you laughing at, small?” This was my nickname for her, knowing how much it annoyed her, I kept on using it as a payback for whenever she was making me mad.

“Funny pictures of you Joji has taken.” She replied shortly, ignoring the way I called her.

“George!” I gave him an angry look, making him pull his phone back, off my niece’s hands. “And don’t think that I’m done with you Jennie.” I said this time looking at her side as I took my place next to Joji. “First of all, from when did your mom buy you a goddamn phone?” I asked, thinking of the stupid action my sister had made.

“It’s been a little while. She was often worried because of her schedule so she bought me one.” She said, sounding lightly sad, not looking at me this time but over to her plate.

I sighed softly, not so sure of what I should say. It felt too complicated to make someone feel better about something I don’t know how to fix. “George, go get your bath, the water is still warm.” I said looking over at him, taking the message of me wanting to stay alone with Jennie.

He did as I said. Jennie on the other hand was still eating her breakfast in silence, until I decided to talk. “Show me the pictures you took.” I knew I would regret this later but at least I had to see so I would also decide of whether or not I should delete them.

Her face lighted up as she unlocked her screen to show me off the two pictures she had taken. Starting off with the first one, it looked kinda cute. Sleeping me and Joji hugging each other was indeed something cute to witness, right? The next one was a little bit inappropriate but you could call it cute too. Joji’s hands at each side of my face, lips on lips kissing one another softly as both of us had eyes closed.

“You know..” She broke the silence. “You are so cute together. I wish I will find someone that will love me just as much Joji loves you.” She had the sweetest smile when she said this, or it was just me finally finding some of her words sweet.

I nodded all smiley as I patted her head. “I hope so too.” And with that we both went off to finish out breakfast.

“That’s the second bathroom, I assume you have some pajamas to change into so I will just need to give you this.” I gave her a towel right before she would get to have her bath too. By then, I was in the kitchen, cleaning up the table and washing the dishes afterwards.

I had my earphones in my ears which would soon cause me to move my hips slowly to the beat or even sing a little. So I did after a while. I usually avoided it because I was embarrassed of it, but whenever I would get to have the opportunity of being alone, there was no way I was gonna turn it down.

Several minutes had passed and without realizing it, Joji’s hands were around my back. I felt his semi wet body, pecking my neck lightly as he got off one of my earphones. “I barely ever hear you sing. I like it a lot though.” He said in a faint whisper, making me go all embarrassed I stopped. He kept me in place though, still tightening his arms around me he put the earphone he had taken off of my ear to his own, now listening to the song that was playing in my phone.

When the zeros line up on the 24 hour clock When you know who’s calling even though the number is blocked When you waltz around your house wearing my sky blue Lacoste And your knee socks

I could hear Joji singing this chorus by himself as he looked over at me, as he was asking for a duet. The embarrassment slowly faded away and I sang along with him, not caring how good or bad I was sounding like I would usually do. He was indeed great at singing after all, he already worked on some projects too and I clearly wouldn’t wanna stop listening to him.

As soon as the song came to its end, I turned around smiling. My hands found their way around his neck as I slowly kissed him.

The kiss didn’t last long since I pulled of kinda fast. “So, Ian and Anisa are coming over today?” I asked, the information from last night hitting my head.

“Around 3 pm, they will be here. I think they will leave late at night.” He said as he gave me some more pecks that ended up in my neck. I didn’t talk, it wasn’t like I didn’t like it. Knowing that Jennie takes her time in the bath, I felt more free. “What should we cook?” He asked as soon as his lips let go of my neck, at the time looking directly at my face.

“Uum..” I thought about something better. “I know this is stupid and you also know that I love your cooking but.. What about some KFC?” It was something we all liked and well, it was what I wanted to eat at that time.

“Alright, I don’t mind. Better than cooking actually.” His laugh filling the room, making me smile as well.

The sound of the bell got everyone’s attention. The time was 2:37 pm. Joji was the one that walked over the door, asking who was it before opening it.

“Your KFC has arrived.” A man with a weird accent was heard, yet the voice was so familiar. Could it be..

“Ian?” Joji laughed as he watched him holding two KFC bags, Anisa jumping along in the background, all smiley waving as well.

“We arrived a little bit earlier and we came along with your delivery.” He explained, finally walking in along with Anisa, greeting Joji with a hug. “Our treat!” Anisa said, meaning about the KFC.

“Y/N, it’s been a while.” Anisa said again as she was the first one of the two to greet me. Shortly after Ian doing the same thing.

“Did you get taller?” He joked, knowing that my short height was getting on my nerves at times I had to be around with people at his height.

“Cut that shit off, at least I’m more of a man than you.” I said loudly in a laugher, remembering how he would scream in fear because of a big spider back in our trip in Australia while I would chill even tho it climbed up on my shoe.

“You just got..” Joji started as he looked over at me and then back at me with a smirk.

“Roasted!” Both me and Joji said loudly.

Everyone broke into a long lasted laugher, slowly getting their attention to Jennie that hadn’t introduced herself yet.

“Hello there! I’m Ian and this is Anisa.” Ian started as he gave a big smile and his hand in front of Jennie for her to shake.

“Hello, my name is Jennie and I’m Y/N’s niece.” She said, her smile on her face being never ending as she shook their hands.

“Let’s start eating these before it’s for the trash.” Anisa mentioned.

“Pfft, please don’t talk like that about George.” I said jokingly as the trash was him. He gave me semi mad look and messed with my hair as he was about to reply.

“I thought she talked about you auntie.” Jennie was faster with her response and her reply made everyone gasp.

“Oh, you just got roasted!” Ian yelled as a payback from earlier.

With that everyone got their seats on the couches eating from the KFC buckets while having conversations about general stuff.

“So, how is it like to live with these two idiots?” Anisa asked the young girl, earning some giggles from her and some death glances from me and Joji.

“I used to spend a lot of time with aunt before she left for college so I can tell that it’s kinda okay as long as I don’t make her mad, then she’s just getting scary. Joji is actually very nice and well, he softens up aunt which thing is hard to do so yeah.. I believe he’s great.” She answered honestly, making Joji blush a bit and the rest of us smile.

“I would pay to see what Y/N looked like when she was younger.” Ian said, making the rest of them agree, except from me.

“Then it’s your lucky day!” Jennie said as she ran to her room and came back in a minute, holding a backpack in her hands.

“Huh? Where did you find this?” I asked all frustrated, recognizing the album she was taking off her stuff.  

“In grandma’s house.” She replied right away, opening it up as she sat in the middle so everyone could see.

“That’s grandma and grandpa.” She started, pointing at the very first pictures. “That’s my mom when she was a baby.” She continued, making me fearing the moment she would reach my pictures. “Here’s a little bit older.” She giggled, showing off several more pictures of my sister and our parents.

“And that’s baby Y/N?” Joji asked as soon as he saw a picture with another baby, catching everyone’s attention a little bit more.

“Mhm, and here too.” She showed to some more pictures.

“Oh God, that’s gold.” Anisa said as both her and Joji were taking pictures.

“Ooh, who’s that?” Ian asked later on, seeing a picture of my younger self in a guy’s hug.

“That’s-”

“That’s Jimmy. Grandma said that he was Y/N’s first and big love.” She giggled looking over at me.

“Yeah, gladly I grew having a better taste in men.” I said, archiving a small yet soft smile from Joji.

Two hours passed by, stories were heard about my childhood, pictures were taken and of course many many laughs and angry expressions from me. I have to admit, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Or that was thanks to our friends that happened to pass by New York for this winter break.

“Now what? I don’t have any more albums with me. I’m bored!” Jennie got all whiny since she didn’t know what else she could do for fun.

“Uno?” Joji suggested, noticing the cards in her small backpack that was laying right in front of her.

“Mmm, okay.” She wasn’t exactly satisfied by the reply, but it was a way to have fun.

Two more hours passed by playing endlessly uno. Of course it was way better than hearing her complains, but it turned out to be kind of boring. Until.. Me and Joji were left alone, playing the last round of the game, we were both on top in the previous rounds. So in this one, whoever won was the actual winner of the game.

“Plus two cards love.” He said as he put the card on the table we were playing at.

“Plus four cards, baby.” I said as I placed another +2 card in the top of his, my smirk remaining on my face.

“Oops.” He ironically said with a high pitched voice as he placed one more +2 card on the top of the previous ones. His gaze at me screaming ‘victory’ as he was now left with 3 cards only.

My smirk had faded away, I didn’t show any emotion, making Joji more smiley by time. I didn’t talk, I just put another card on top.

“Holy–” Ian said as soon ad he saw the card. Of course, everyone’s favourite +4 and change of colour card.

“Plus 10 cards for you baby and I turn it into blue.” I said sweetly as I looked over at him with my actual smile.

His jaw dropped, making the rest of us laugh a little bit as he ended up taking ten more cards.

The game kept on going for a good amount of ten or fifteen minutes. With the amount of cards he had he managed to give me two more and change the colour. I managed to win anyways. He was being all salty about it though. Felt like he couldn’t accept his defeat.

“Come on! Are you really mad right now?” I asked him as he kept having his arms crossed in front of his chest, his gaze avoiding me.

He didn’t gave any reply as I was hoping for, he just kept on acting childish, making me roll my eyes in annoyance. I sat on his lap and reached with my hands for both of his cheeks, not caring for the anyone around us, I gave him a peck and smile softly to him, wanting him to stop acting like that. Apparently, he did. His cheeks felt a little warmer in my hands as he shockingly looked at me. I couldn’t help but keep on smiling.

Ian faked a cough, making us feel a little bit uncomfortable. “Sweetness overload.” He joked, getting weird gazes from both me and Joji.

“Uum.. So, what are we gonna do now?” My niece asked again. The time was around 8:00 pm. I didn’t have any other ideas left so I just gave her the TV remote for her to watch some cartoons or something like this.

“Why don’t you draw anything for her to colour though?” Anisa suggested, knowing that my art skills were pretty good. I nodded, bringing my supplies in the living group.

Within an hour, I had made four linearts for my niece to draw, even though she seemed to be too focused at the TV. I didn’t mind her, it gave me some peace, yet I hated the voice acting of her favourite shows. I just leaned in the couch again along with the rest, jumping into their conversation. “What are y'all laughing about?” I asked as they tried hard to keep their mouths shut and not to let out any more giggles.

Ian on the other hand, didn’t care much so he just kept on laughing before explaining. “Our instagram stories are filled with you, George and your niece. So, people were saying how much of a great mom you would be.”

“What the hell?” I asked in disgust, taking my phone on my hand to look over the stories and the DMs I had at the moment. “Max sent me too.” I said, showing my phone to the others as soon as I had read his message.

“YeS mOmMy Y/N, BeSt PaReNt EvErrrrRrRr!!1!1!!” This was his sarcastic message over the ones that he had probably seen till now.

Everyone couldn’t stop laughing and imitating him with a failing Australian accent. I, on the other hand reached for my phone again, replying to him. “Cringy ass cunt.”

“I agree, she wouldn’t be much of a good mom.” I heard the younger girl’s voice.

Everyone fell quiet, looking at her side. I was the last one to look, not really caring about her comment, but it indeed felt a little bit hurt deep down.

“The ‘not so good mom’ takes care of you these two days though.” I coldly said, making Joji reach out for my hand to calm me, not wanting to start a fight.

“You mean Joji taking care of me.” She said, louder this time. “You didn’t do anything! Why are you even bothered by the truth?” She continued.

My eyes had widened at her words. Not really sure of what was going on, it was a weird feeling. Yes, in any other time I wouldn’t even be bothered by it but being practically forced to take care of her as I was the last person that could do so, it felt kinda sad not to be appreciated for it.

“That’s not true-”

“No George, it’s alright.” I smiled lightly at my niece and over at him. “She probably has her reasons to say these. Don’t mind me.” I said, walking towards our bedroom. “I’m sorry guys, I will just lay for a while.” I finally left the room.

Jennie was having an overly sad expression, facing the floor she didn’t do or say anything more. She just walked over to the table to take her time by herself for a while, looking over at the drawings I made for her.

“Give me some minutes.” Joji said, leaving everyone and running after me. When he reached the bedroom he was facing my back and heard some quiet sniffs by me. He laid along and hugged me without talking.

Feeling his touch, I ended up crying a little bit louder. I turned around to hug him normally and cry on his shoulder. “I don’t know why it got me. I don’t even know why I’m crying right now.” I started, as quiet as I could be at the moment. “You know I don’t like kids, neither do I wanna have any -at least now. But.. Am I really that bad?” I asked, tightening my arms around him.

“Baby girl, you’re just fine.” He patted my head, his whispers calming me down by time. “She’s just young and she doesn’t see that you’re trying.” He explained, trying to reach for my face. He wiped my tears away and gave me a small peck on the forehead. “And yes, I know you don’t like and want kids. You’re young after all, it’s not like something that you would want now anyways. Ain’t everyone good at parenting.”

I nodded, smiling a bit. His words would always give me come courage. “Go downstairs to the others. I will come in a while.” I said, giving him a short kiss on the lips before he got off the bed.

Shortly after, I would walk downstairs as well, loud conversations were heard again. My glance falling on my little niece that was walking towards me.

She hugged me tight for about a minute before pulling away. Her eyes were teary as she looked embarrassingly at my face. “I’m sorry.. I really didn’t mean to sound bad or make you sad. You’re actually pretty great.” She continued, her eyes never leaving mine. “I think I said all these probably because you suck at housework.” She lastly said, making everyone laugh a little bit; even me.

I ruffled her hair lightly before replying. “It’s okay. I know I do. And I know I’m not good at parenting as well. But I know how to be the carefree cool aunt that I am.”

She smiled and went over to the table while dragging my hand to show me one of the ready coloured drawings of mine. It wasn’t great but well, pretty good for an eight year old girl. “That’s for you. I want you to keep it.” She said again, handing it to me.

“I.. Uum.” I looked over the room, not knowing where to pin it.

Anisa came along with me, giving her own suggestion. “On the fridge, that’s a good place.” She said smiley.

The three of us then walking over to the kitchen, we put it on the fridge. It gave a little bit of colour in that blank white furniture.

Again, Jennie had fallen asleep on the table while drawing this time. Joji put her on bed and then we were left all the four of us talking.

“So, you didn’t really tell us. What made you come to New York for the holidays?” I asked the couple in front of us.

“Actually we just wanted to travel. After Christmas we are leaving for Australia too. We thought of passing by our friends.” Ian explained.

“That’s nice of you.” Joji said, I nodded in agreement.

“There’s also something more..” Anisa said, a little bit blushed while looking at Ian. “We gave it a little thought and.. You know.. Within the next year we will get married.” She said again.

Me and Joji had widened our eyes. Shocked of what we had just heard. Ian was actually pretty romantic and cute in relationships. He had been dating with Anisa for about five years now. Anisa on the other hand, softened him up more than he would usually be in any relationship. They also did everything together so, yeah.. It felt kind of normal thing to do yet so sudden for us.

“Too shocked?” Ian asked in a giggle.

I smiled, shaking my head. “Well, you actually know I’m against marriages. Or more like against me getting married. Yet, I can’t hide that I approve of that thought of yours. Well, sounds a little sudden of course but still, that’s lovely.”

Joji just agreed, nodding at my reply.

Time passed fast by then. Their marriage was the subject that we had discussing about from the time they mentioned it. Until they decided to leave.

Ending up in our bedroom, me and Joji kept on talking about their marriage. We were indeed shocked even after all this time of talking about it.

“Such a commitment though.” I said, thinking about it a little bit more. “Anisa would always talk about being 100% sure before doing stuff like these. Feels like they are actually ready, huh?” I looked over at him

“I guess.” He stared back at me. “Probably we are the weird ones for not wanting to get married or have kids.”

“We are too careless for these actually. I mean as much as we both know each other, we never looked after the future. Just the present.” I explained, smiling at him.

“Couldn’t agree more. The only stuff we ever talked about when it came to future was about travelling.” He added.

“Mhm, I guess that’s our carefree behavior was what made us come a little bit closer.” I pecked his lips as I said so. “The fact that we started living together is also nice. Probably my biggest commitment till now. I don’t regret it though.”

He didn’t say anything. Just smiled a little longer before pulling me closer for more kisses. It all started with some small pecks that ended up into some passionate kisses. His lips let go off mine as they traveled around my neck, not caring about anything, he planted a hickey. His arms were wondering all around my body, but that was all. Some more kisses on the lips before everything would stop. Of course I wanted more of these but the fear of waking Jennie up was over our heads.

Within deep breaths I laid my head on his chest, ready to finally get some sleep.

“As soon as she’s gone, you will have it all.” He whispered sensually yet sweetly in my ear.

I nodded lightly blushed as I kissed his lips for the last time before falling into a deep sleep.

I woke up the next morning slowly by myself for once. No one was around me though. Joji wasn’t next to me and it felt kinda weird. I quickly got off the bed and walked downstairs as soon as I put some cold water on my face. He was making some waffles along with Jennie for the three of us. “Looks like we will eat some nice breakfast again.” I said while I took my seat.

“Good morning.” Both of them said smiley in harmony.

Joji walked over to me to give me a peck on the lips and gave me a bite of an already made waffle. “How is it? It’s been a while since I made some.”

“Perfect.” I said right after eating it, waiting for them go get done with the rest to sit down along with me and eat together.

So they did, and well seem quiet but also pretty happy. We enjoyed our breakfast too much to catch up with any conversation other than how well made these are.

“Did you help George?” I asked my niece that was then dirty with chocolate all over her mouth and hands. She nodded lightly as she couldn’t talk with her mouth full, making both of us giggle a bit. “Good to know.”

She nodded lightly as she couldn’t talk with her

“She did well. I’m sure that she can do it by her own in several years.” Joji added, smiling at her and then back at me.

“Mom will come to get me in less than three hours.” Jennie said after a while.

“Wasn’t she gonna get you at night?” I asked, remembering the deal I had with my mother on the phone.

“Yeah, but she was told that she will be back sooner.” She explained before finishing her breakfast. “Can I ask for one more thing to do together before I leave?” She asked, looking over at us.

“Depends on what is it.” I replied fast, before Joji would give his own reply.

“Watch Cinderella together.” She said once more, all smiley, hoping that we would agree.

“Sure.” Joji said, faster than me this time.

Finishing some minutes after that, I moved to the couch with the other two, preparing the movie.

“Do you like Cinderella?” Me niece asked, excited that she would watch one of her favourite cartoon movies along with us.

“I hate her.” I started off. “I don’t mind the pumpkin tale thingy too much, but the fact that only her foot would fit the shoe in the whole town is just extremely fake in a way that it annoys me. Plus, if her shoe was fitting so perfectly, why would it slip? I can only tell that she did it on purpose.”

She was shocked. I got her thinking about my words deeply, probably realizing that I was right. She gave a smile just a minute later, shaking her head. “It’s alright. We all got our taste.”

“Ready!” Joji yelled, the movie finally beginning. He jumped on the couch, wrapping his arms around me and letting my head fall on his shoulder.

Every now and then I would let out sighs of frustration because of the childish scenes that I didn’t really enjoy. My niece would laugh at these while Joji would just pat my head, probably meaning that I wasn’t alone in this.

“Who’s your favourite character from Cinderella?” The younger asked both of us.

“Jaq I guess?” Joji said as he looked over at the screen, spotting the mouse-character he had just mentioned.

“Probably Lucifer.” I replied kinda coldly, lookibg over at her.

“B-but Lucifer is bad..” She was all confused, I could tell by her look.

“Exactly, I prefer seeing a rude cat rather than a stupid girl that cleans her stepmother’s house all day.” I ruffled her hair as I answer, again all of us turning to face the screen.

“Pfft, fucking pumpkin scene.” I quietly said, but fastly earned a kinda shocking expression by Jennie.

“You said the f word!” She loudly said, looking at me.

I rolled my eyes, leaving one more sigh before talking. “Yeah, because it’s like the first time hearing that.”

She fell quiet again and so did I. Our eyes back on the screen, I just found myself getting all comfortable on Joji’s shoulder again.

“Finally done.” I whispered in Joji’s ear. He nodded and we both looked over Jennie.

“I wanna find my Prince Charming too one day.” She smiley said.

“I wish you to find something better than that.” I said, smiling back.

“Y/N knows well. Because being with me it’s obviously way better than being with a Prince.” Joji added again, messing my hair a bit.

“I think I’m gonna agree with that.” The little one replied with a giggle, making his cheeks a little red.

Soon after that I received a call from my older sister. She explained how she was gonna be here within some minutes. So as soon as we called it off, we helped Jennie pack her stuff.

Around five minutes earlier, the sound of the bell was filled in the house, making us all walk towards the door.

“Mommy!” Loudly Jennie said as she ran to my sister, hugging her tightly.

“Welcome back, Nicky.” I said smiley as I hugged her as well. “Oh, I don’t know if you remember him, that’s Joji or else George.” I said one more time.

“Mhm, I remember.” She smiled back. “I hope she didn’t troubled you a lot. Thanks for takinf care of her.” She talked to both of us, but soon enough her eyes fell on Joji. “And thank you for taking care of my sister as well.”

I felt kinda frustrated because it sounded as I couldn’t really take care of myself, but then again I couldn’t blame anymore. I’m much of a messy person to make a normal living of my own. I was also grateful too, even though I wouldn’t show it much. “She was just fine.” I said, not showing off my attention of the rest of my sister’s sentence.

“No need to thank me. It’s my joy.” He looked over at me, his shy smile remaining on his lips.

“Will you come in?” I asked Nicky, spreading the door more for her to pass in.

“No.. I’m sorry, next time. I’m really tired and I just wanna get Jennie back so we can spend some time together for as long as I’m having a break from my work.” She explained and I nodded. “So, say your goodbyes princess.”

Jennie let her stuff fall down as she walked to me. She hugged me tightly and gave me a peck on me cheek. “Thank you auntie, I love you.” making me smile a little more. Afterwards she walked towards Joji, hugging him as well. Slowly she let go off him and as we gave our goodbyes to Nicky too, Jennie said her last words. “See you next time, uncle George!”

Hello everyone~ I kind of started writing again and this time I came up with a Joji fanfic. This was supposed to be uploaded before Christmas but I couldn’t make it– Hope you like it tho and I might start taking requests for more. Expect one more to come soon! PS.

in case you found it weird how the reader kept on mentioning him as Joji but called him George, it’s because I wanted to make it look as only his closest people call him George but generally was going off by “Joji”.

Love y’all ❀

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tagged by @latinsimonez! this was really fun to do lmao thank u for taggin me

answer 30 questions + tag 10 people you’d like to know better

-nicknames: ......i hesitate to inform you all of this but my uncle started calling me ‘the squish’ when i was a baby because i was so fat and now everyone on my mom’s side of the family calls me that more than they call me by my actual name. also sometimes people call me ari but not that often and my dad’s side of the family calls me arielita

-star sign: sad pisces binch

-gender: i’m a girl but. idk i’ve kinda been very slightly questioning it a little just to make sure? i’ve pretty much come to the conclusion that yup i’m a girl tho so 

-MBTI type: mainly infp, probably like 15% enfp because i get really excited when i’m around groups of people i love and Lose All Sense Of Boundaries. does that qualify me as enfp? i get tired being around most people tho so idk

-height: 5′5.5″ and yes the half inch COUNTS

-time: 10:41pm

-birthday: march 1. when i was little i couldn’t pronounce 1 correctly like i said “much fust” so everyone thought i was saying march 4 tho lmao 

-favorite bands: there’s this band called gorillaz i really like idk if anyone following me has heard of it tho :/// also phoenix, vampire weekend, the lumineers, glass animals, purity ring, young the giant, maroon 5, the beatles. i would die for ezra koenig and one time he liked something i tweeted at him and i cried for 10 minutes and my roommate took a video and made fun of me

-favorite solo artists: stromae, damon albarn, shawn wasabi, ingrid michaelson, childish gambino, nicki minaj, sohn, kanye west, lil wayne. gorillaz should collaborate with stromae also like i think they’d be good together

-song stuck in my head: ......the mii channel song but where each pause is uncomfortably long. yes i hate myself 

-last movie I watched: wonder woman like three months ago?? ? i like never go to the movies which is actually kind of a shame because going to the movies is one of my favorite things to do ever i know it’s like not that wild but i always get so excited wow i love movies

-last show I watched: rick and morty like the pickle rick episode. someone save morty and summer please i fucking hate beth

-other blogs: @ratqueenofficial is my main! also i have an art blog @ratqueenarts but i like never actually post there so. and i have multiple urls about antigone and about half mexican murdoc hoarded lmao

-when I created my blog: april 6 of this year but i made my main on new year’s eve because my friend came over so we could relaunch.......a semi-popular meme archiving blog whose name i’m not allowed to actually say because mods are a secret.........but anyway my old main had been around since 2013 and i wanted to start fresh so yeah

-what I post about: that son of a gun sure do love those gorillaz. also i post my own mediocre art and make shitposts and memes because i find myself hilarious and i write headcanons and am starting to do fics. but yeah it’s all centered around grillz, and sometimes like 1% damo but never hewll because. i don’t really like him lmao. i think my most common tag is murdoc and i know he sucks but i would fucking die for him in a heartbeat

-last thing I googled: ..........mii channel hip hop remix on youtube and i’ve had it on loop and my roommate hates me but. it’s a fucking bop okay don’t judge me

-following: 939

-followers: 1,233

-favorite color: yellow but like a Very Specific Yellow like strong golden yellow that one might be able to argue is actually orange but Bitch It Is Fucking Yellow (here it is) like half of everything i own is this color which was fun at first but one day i walked out of the house when it was raining and realized i was wearing yellow boots, a yellow raincoat, a yellow beanie, a yellow backpack and was holding a yellow umbrella and it was at that point that i realized that i had a Problem. my friends make fun of me for it rip

-average hours of sleep: half of the week it’s like 4 and half of the week it’s like 14 because of the ol’ depresh so i’m not actually sure at all. probably like 7 if i absolutely had to pick a number

-lucky number: 3

-instruments: classical piano (and i guess keyboard by extension) but i can’t sightread for shit (i’m good at playing by ear tho!), general percussion like bells and xylophone and marimba, i did tenor drum in marching band for like one year but i’m pretty horrible at non-mallet percussion lmao. also i had a vuvuzela for like two years but my roommate confiscated it because “vuvuzelas are not to be played at 3 in the morning, ariel” and anyway i don’t think it really counts

-what I’m wearing: glasses, black skinny jeans, my black x men sweatshirt that has like pictures of the vintage comic panels on it and yes i got it from hot topic don’t judge me for that i was like 14, dark blue baseball cap that says “best dad ever” across the front but i’m wearing it backwards because i’m cool. i got it for father’s day so that i could match with my grandpa

-how many blankets i sleep with: generally like 2 or 3 but at this point they’re all crumpled up at the bottom of the bed anyway so mainly just the big comforter and a throw blanket over that if it’s really cold

-dream jobs: oh man uhh. i used to think i wanted to be like a genetics/evolutionary biology professor and do research on evolution or cancer or hiv/aids and teach at like ucsf or something. or like work for nasa as an astrobiologist, or maybe work as a vet for a zoo. but now i don’t think i wanna do that anymore? to be quite honest if i could be 100% guaranteed whatever job i wanted i think i’d want to be a showrunner for an animated show on cartoon network or adult swim, like not something just with storyboards or animation, but like actually involved in the writing of the show. i’d love to write for a tv show on cartoon network or something like the office or brooklyn 99 or even a story-based video game, or maybe like do something where i get to just joke around and be funny all the time like what the mcelroys or game grumps do but. i have No Idea how to go about doing that and honestly i think jobs like that just happen to people randomly so it’s not really like, a Secure Job Option To Pursue. but i really hope somehow i end up doing something like that. i just wanna do something where i can create something meaningful that i’m proud of and see people connecting with it and feeling happy and inspired and less alone because of it, and maybe liking it so much a fandom or something grows around it. i’d be so fucking happy if that happened. 

-dream trip: i really want to go to new york with my jewish grandparents and see where they grew up and all the places they lived so i can finally experience all the places i’ve heard so many stories about? same thing with my abuelitos like i wanna go to mexicali with them or mérida in the yucatán and just see where they came from and where all their stories happened and meet all the relatives that they left behind when they came to the united states. also i think going to like, denmark or england or germany would be really cool? my friend studied abroad in england this summer and her snapchat story was full of dogs and random cows and those are some good things. i would very much like to softly caress a gentle english cow they have beautiful eyes

-favourite food: kbbq? ? ?? Bitch I Love KBBQ. fuck now i want kbbq. also mangoes, and deli sandwiches from the deli by my temple, and jazz apples, and sugary coffee, and sweet corn tamales, and high mountain milk tea with taro qq but sharetea stopped selling taro qq and i’m still salty because of that. and raw lemons because i’m an inhuman monster. can you tell i’m hungry rip

-nationality: american (specifically born and raised californian even though i know that’s not really a nationality but i love california so much you guys im so glad it’s my home) edit: apparently people are puttin in their ethnicities too on this?? ? i’m half american jewish which is. basically white lmao and half mexican idk i look super white tho im so pale rip

i tag @two-chi @drugstore-soulboy @murdoctrinated @murdochub @ephemeralprince @funeralshawls @astronomutual @maccamc @loboluchia @helloitsbees @grimdarkmatt @gorillahz @hewlll and i know that’s more than 10 but this is my house also like. if i tagged u and we Don’t Actually Talk it’s because i see u on my dash a lot and we’re mutuals and i think you’re Super Cool But I Am Too Shy To Actually Talk To You But Yeah I Think You’re Really Cool 

#pipe down pipe down #this is super long i'm sorry i love talking about myself lmao

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Chapter 5 - I Liked Killing so Much, I Decided to do it Again

Roger woke the next morning, Memorial Day Monday, and felt the repercussions of sleeping in a Barcalounger. He couldn't move his head up and down without a pain severe enough to convince him to stay still and allow it to subside.

This made for an interesting morning of drinking coffee without tilting his head back. Roger swallowed a couple of Excedrin by sucking them through a narrow slit between his upper and lower teeth. He followed that action by inhaling some coffee. He moved out of the kitchen. The pain got his attention again when he sat down in the now upright Barcalounger to read his news feeds. The reborn headache and neck ache also reminded him of what he saw on Google Earth the night before.

On nytimes.com in the local tab.

Body Discovered on Theater Alley

Roger couldn’t tilt his head enough to read the article. He put the laptop down on top of one of the boxes in the living room. He held his head perfectly still as he got out of the chair. He walked into the bathroom; leaned over a single small box marked ‘Meds,’ and with a grunt tore open the flaps on top. Roger looked in. His eyes were drawn to a white and blue bottle, which advertised ‘Ibuprofen.’

"Might as well complete the cocktail,” he said.

He continued his ‘Frankenstein’ walk to the kitchen where he located an opened bottle of bourbon. He slugged down three capsules with a full swallow of the alcohol.

“Aaaaaaah,” he exhaled, which hurt his neck. “Old Kentucky, best muscle relaxer on the planet.”

He leaned against the counter and set the kitchen timer for ten minutes. When the alarm sounded, he walked a little more fluidly back to the Barcalounger.  Roger picked up the laptop and forced his head down to read the article.

Body Discovered on Theater Alley

The body of a young woman was discovered by the NYPD early this morning. The police came across it during standard patrol.

The young woman, whose identity is being withheld pending notification of next of kin, had been stabbed multiple times.

Anyone with any information should contact the NYPD immediately.

“I did contact you, NYPD,” said Roger. “I did.”

Roger reached behind his head and massaged his neck. After two minutes he felt much better, at least physically.  

“But what do I do now, besides talking to myself, which is a sign of insanity? I have no evidence of the Google Earth image. It wasn’t clear enough to give the police a description.”

He heads back to the kitchen for another drink. He lifted the bottle of bourbon off the counter and unscrewed the cap. Roger brought the opening to his lips.

“It’s a National Holiday and my Wedding Anniversary. Cheers!”

***

Roger returned to work on Tuesday. The week passed without incident, as did the entire month of June. The divorce, or at the least the possibility of it, and his job occupied him as the murder, and his conversations with the police, faded.

Chapter 6 – Victim #2 Annie Chapman, 9/8/1888

The Autopsy Report on Jack the Ripper’s Second Victim, Annie Chapman:

The throat was dissevered deeply with a very sharp knife with a thin narrow blade, and must have been at least 6 in. to 8 in. in length, as such an instrument as a medical man used. The incisions into the skin indicated that they had been made from the left side of the neck. There are indications of anatomical knowledge. There was no evidence of a struggle taken place. A handkerchief was round the throat tied, but cut when the incisions made.

He noticed a protrusion of the tongue. There was a bruise over the right temple, on the upper eyelid there and on the forepart of the top of the chest perhaps delivered by a blow. However, the bruises on the face are recent, especially about the chin and side of the jaw. Therefore the person who cut the deceased throat took hold of her by the chin, and then commenced the incision from left to right.

There were two distinct clean cuts on the left side of the spine. They were parallel with each other and separated by about half an inch. The muscular structures appeared as though an attempt had made to separate the bones of the neck.

The abdomen had been entirely laid open: the intestines, severed from their mesenteric attachments, had been lifted out of the body and placed on the shoulder of the corpse. From the pelvis, the uterus and its appendages with the upper portion of the vagina and the posterior two thirds of the bladder, had been entirely removed. No trace of these parts could be found and the incisions were cleanly cut, avoiding the rectum, and dividing the vagina low enough to avoid injury to the cervix uteri. Obviously the work was that of an expert -- of one, at least, who had such knowledge of anatomical or pathological examinations as to be enabled to secure the pelvic organs with one sweep of the knife.

The appearance of the cuts confirmed that the instrument, like the one which divided the neck, had been of a very sharp character. The mode in which the knife had been used seemed to indicate great anatomical knowledge.

Chapter 6A – Victim #2 Nickie Walsh, Independence Day

Ruben disliked this murder site. He disliked it a lot. It gave very little cover. The place where the thing is supposed to happen is too open. He did not like this at all.

At least when he first saw it.

Now, here early in the morning of July 4th, he liked it. It looked different from just a week ago. Yes. A week ago, there were people all over the place and nowhere to hide. A week ago there were bright lights and cars and other traffic and those pesky kids with their Ubers and stuff.But there would be one less of them soon.

Yes soon.

And now the place had big orange barriers to hide behind, and scaffolding with its opaque blue plastic cover which ran along one side of Maiden Lane, and all the way up to the weird statue where the thing would happen. There were rows and rows of police barricades and metal dividers that looked like bike racks.

The place had very little room for anything or anybody else, and the weird statue, well, that just looked darker than ever. He needed that right person to come along and walk the wrong way.

****

Nickie Walsh, a beautiful bottle-blond intern at Goldman-Sachs in her first summer between semesters at Georgetown, walked down Maiden Lane. She had fallen asleep on the 2 train and ended up in Brooklyn after missing the last stop in Manhattan.

She waited an hour on an empty platform for another train to take her back into Manhattan. She shot out of the train when it stopped at Wall Street and flew up Pine Street to get to the apartment she shared with three other interns. It sat at the intersection of William and Platt Streets.

She turned the wrong way on Pine Street, walking east as opposed to west. She stood at Pearl Street and screamed; stopped; composed herself and ran back up Pearl to Maiden Lane, which would save her a quarter of a block once she got to William.

She hustled down Maiden Lane in the direction of William. She approached the point where Maiden forked. Liberty to the left and Maiden continued to the right.

“No more wrong turns,” she said.

The steel chisel crashed against her right cheek and orbit bone. She went down in a broken and bloody heap.

Once more the hand reached into the jacket pocket.

Sever the throat deeply with a very sharp knife with a thin narrow blade. It must have been at least 6 in. to 8 in. in length. Use the medical saw if you have to.

And the instructions continued.

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20 questions tag

I was tagged by @puppyoongslike ten years ago and im finally coming around to it lmao, thanks for thinking of me ~

rules: answer the 20 questions and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better

nicknames: i dont really have any? my name is v short as it is. my nickname currently in the main group chat is ‘unapologetic’ but idk when it became that lmao 

gender: female

star sign: virgo

height: im not sure? i think its around the 5′4 mark

time right now: 00:31am

last thing I googled: ‘its never too late to be what you could have been’ quote

favorite bands: bts, the neighbourhood, i feel like my chem should get an honorary mention. fall out boy have pure bops. i also love exo, blackpink, red velvet and twice but im not like a hardcore fan, just a casual.i rly like don broco, and KARD look promising i mean both the songs so far have been absolute tunes 

fave solo artists: halsey, melanie martinez (yes i am trash), britney spears (shes fucking iconic ok), nicki minaj (the actual queen), troye sivan, the weeknd

song stuck in my head:down by marian hill and now or never by halsey

last movie I watched: zootropolis was the last film i watched in general (it was a rewatch w the fam and its a damn good film if you ignore the influence of furries), beauty and the beast was the last film i saw in cinema (twice so far. its so good!!)

last show I watched: i just watched the first ep of the new season of doctor who. brooklyn 99 was the last (and possibly only tbh) show i finished (repeatedly. its my fave. yall should watch b99)

when did you create your blog: i just checked and this blog has been going since august 2011 how gross thats so many years wasted on this god forsaken site. this is my main blog, i have an aesthetic side blog i created like almost two years ago.

what do you post: literally anything. there is no rhyme, reason, structure or rules. its a mess. it started off as aesthetic and disney, went through the bandom phase, the criminal minds phase, the marvel phase and is currently bts/kpop w some other random shit mixed in.

when did your blog reach its peak?: god i hope it hasnt tbh that would be a bit depressing. i think this is the most Peak its been since i started it though

do you have other blogs: ya boy i have my aesthetic side blog if any of yall are interested in all that jazz @existingmess

when i first started out i originally had a side blog on the books i read which i kept going until about three years ago, but it stopped being fun so i deleted it. (it was called the book count)

do you get asks regularly: n o honestly i never get asks why does no one like me T T i would be so happy if any of yall ever hmu

why did you choose your url: i had idontgiveafxxk as a reference to nevermind, but when the agust d mixtape came out i wanted a url that was more blatantly yoongi related and @not-jeongguk v generously gifted me a saved url

following: 453

posts: 43,983 how rank

hogwarts house: OKAY SO when pottermore came out i did the test TWICE and both times i got slytherin, and i was a v proud slytherin. until earlier this year or late last year, i took the test again to see what my patronus was, and i got ravenclaw???? i feel like ive been living a lie????? but seeing as i would have finished hogwarts by now im sticking w slytherin 

pok��mon team: i have never done a gym in pokemon go so i havent actually ever chosen whoops

favorite colors: idk im bad at choosing stuff like this. i mean, def black. and red. at the moment im also very fond of bright orange,winnie the pooh yellow and pastel pink too.

average hours of sleep: who the fuck even knows w my sleep. it ranges from like none to twelve hours (i slept 12 hours yday)

lucky numbers: i dont rly have any so ill go w 6 and 9 bcos theyre my faves (ITS BDAY RELATED I PROMISE)

fave characters: gallowglass from the discovery of witches book series (HE DESERVED BETTER THAN THE LAST BOOK WTF). finnick odair (HE DESERVED BETTER THAN THE LAST BOOK WTF). every character from the brooklyn 99 tv show. Bucky barnes. peter pan. harley quinn.

what am I wearing now?: my new mickey mouse nightie i got for easter off my aunt

how many blankets do you sleep with: one duvet and if its cold one or two blankets on top

dream job: fuck me if i know

dream trip: i wanna go to south korea and attend a bts concert omg. failing that,, disney will work

im not entirely sure who to tag other than @not-jeongguk , so im just gon tag everyone i know @plaster-chief @jonathxnbyers @redeyes-ultimatedragon i do know others but ive forgotten their urls im sorry if u see this feel free to do it anyways ~

#20 questions tag #me #my post #puppyoongs

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The tHOTlist # 200 - 151

200)   Bubbles D'Boob

Giving the children raucous numbers and leading them in some racy games in between voluminous clips of Broadway musicals is the key to Showtune Sundays’ success. Bubbles gleefully floated the show this year between REBAR and the Fire Island Pines Pavilion. 

199)  DJ OhRicky

From Pieces in the West Village to its sister bar Hardware in Hell’s Kitchen, Ricky provides the soundtracks to some of the biggest drag names in the city while giving you healthy(-ish) doses of Kylie Minogue and Eurovision in between the shows.

198)  Pepto Dismal

From Cali comes this aesthetically outrageous drag queen and DJ, and Brooklyn has not been quite the same since. Catch her on stages or in DJ booths wherever drag goes wild, notably the monthly party Scrunch at The Dreamhouse.

197)  Chandilier

New York’s tallest drag queen’s dry wit has been refined through years of performing for bachelorette parties at Lips. She also hosts “Shut Up, Chandi,” a cult favorite Monday night show at The Duplex.

196)  West Dakota

A classy supermodel one night and an avant garde monster the next, here is the perfect addition to The Rosemont’s Wednesday show OOPS’ lineup.

195)  John-John Punki

Perhaps the best known gogo boy of this city’s bear events, John-John also produces popular nights in the scene like Rockbar’s Purgatory and a monthly Latin party at The Eagle, Piel.

194)  Jen Urban

This year saw a Brooklyn Nightlife Award nom for Jen Urban & The Box, a powerhouse dance rock duo fronted by this colorful musician. Between recording new songs for the The Box, Jen DJs karaoke at Macri Park (she was additionally BNA-nominated as a DJ this year) and dance parties at Lady Stardust. There, she also hosts a monthly live music event called Torch.

193)  Linux

Sporting lewks that beholders can’t help but wonder how the hell anyone can move let alone walk in, club kid Linux is the true definition of how an artist can be their own work of art. Susanne Bartsch, Ladyfag and Kayvon Zand have spawned colossal kikis where brilliant scene queens like Aquaria and Ryan Burke rule the realm... but if you’re not seeing Linux at these events (and even in that crowd, Linux is pretty hard to miss), it can’t be that great of a party. When Linux recently fell into a bit of undeserved legal trouble, their superstar nightlife friends came forward with a benefit kiki for the ages.

192) Julius’

The ancient gay bar has obviously played an important role in the long history of queer civil rights and culture. A neighborhood dive with tasty bar food on the surface, it actually hosts a pretty unique array of old school queer thinkers and artists. It’s also the home of John Cameron Mitchell’s monthly vinyl dance party Mattachine and its rabid cult following. Julius’ medieval interior appeared memorably in a scene from POSE, as well as the the film Can You Ever Forgive Me?.

191)  Mother Juan Aviance

The House of Aviance’s founder focused a lot on the House’s record label this year, producing releases from ball scene legends Coby Koehl and Jade Elektra. But Mother’s out with the children often enough, particularly while hosting Hex Hector’s monthly JUHLA at The Ritz, Christina Visca’s Birdcage at LeBain, or Ladyfag’s Battle Hymn.

190)  Bobby Duron & Steve Cunningham

The dynamic DJ duo keep the beat going for the city’s best cruisy bear and muscle queen dance parties. Catch them together spinning disco, rock or deep house at Rockbar and Nowhere, or separately at The Cock and The Eagle.

189)  Harajuku

Known as much now for her daring onstage stunts--live douching, drinking her own piss--as for her amazingly elaborate drag looks and electric dance performances--the Rosemont’s OOPS cast member has come to embody so much of what we expect, and don’t expect, from Brooklyn drag. 

188)  Black Widow

After months of making her name in the weekly competition circuit, this energetic dance queen ultimately hooked up with two large ensemble shows--The Bad Bitch Review at REBAR and TURNt at The Ritz--before ditching drag for a cruise ship dance gig.

187)  Henrietta Hudson

Manhattan’s last standing lesbian bar is more of an institution then it ever was. With its deft DJs, sexy gogo girls and rockstar bar staff, Henrietta has found and made work that rare cultural niche: lesbian nightlife, every day of the week. [Photo: Grace Chu}

186)  Vanna Deux

An exceptional performer who hosted her own show at The West End for several months, Vanna left the city for a stretch to star in a Woodstock production of La Cage. Since her recent return, she’s hosted her second Stonewall Invasion and made several other appearances.

185)  Bella Noche

New York’s number one nautical queen is a good time gal and all around sweetie, hosting Game Night at Rockbar (where she made finals for 2018′s Miss Rockbar pageant) and her own web interview show courtesy of Facebook Live and Spoiled NYC, “Cocktails & Contours.” These days she’s also making a name for herself as part of Long Island’s blossoming drag scene.

184)  Misty Mountains Davenport

A cheerful performer and funny mix maker, the newly christened Davenport (and our current reigning Miss Cherry Grove) gives you your best life monthly at Icon. Meanwhile, she’s also cocktail waitressing / guest performing for the Stonewall Invasions most Sundays.

183)  Nicky Boom Box

Therapy, Hardware and Pieces’ old school pop DJ is known to vogue his way across the late night dance floor after he’s done dropping the soundtrack to that night’s drag shows. He recently joined Holly Box-Springs as her Sunday brunch DJ at Gallo Nero.

182)  Crystal Mesh

In a scene where sometimes drag performers can take themselves a tad too seriously, The Rosemont’s Crystal is a trailer park rodeo clown. Her cute song “My Cabana” earned her a Brooklyn Nightlife Award nomination, and she makes the audiences for her OOPS ensemble show chuckle with just a look. Crystal was also the perfect choice to host the monthly prelims of the Mx. Mont Rose comedy queen pageant this year.

 181)  House of Yes

The queer friendly Brooklyn nightclub owned by two young women continues to attract top DJ talent and offer some interesting alternatives to the routine: light shows, circus acts, live music, outlandish themes and more. 

180)  Dezi 5

The soulful, charming and fashionable singer played dozens of gigs throughout the city and beyond this year (including a return tour to his hometown of Texas) and proved himself to be a natural host with his own party at Rockbar, Teaze.

179)  Deryck Todd

The hat mogul continues to keep Acme’s Tuesday night STRUT one of the hippest weekly soirees in the East Village, while making stuff happen at Bedlam as well.

178)  Jasmin Van Wales

Patti LaBelle’s biggest fan and a legend in her own right (Zalika Parsons even honored her with a full installment of her “Legendary” show this year at Bizarre), this classy ball scene veteran and trans beauty is the current reigning (and possibly final) Miss Monster as of late 2017. Lady Jasmin stays doing shows with The Monster despite their recent difficulties, sits as a permanent judge in Stonewall’s weekly drag competition Polish The Queen, and continues to occasionally produce her own showcases at the WOW Cafe.

177)  Angelica Sundae

Equal parts gothy and goofy, this Brooklyn queen and former House of Umpteen Corpses co-member Mini Horrorwitz make for an unbeatable onstage funny frightfest. Catch them together hosting a Sunday game night at Pizza Party or at various kikis across the borough, and see solo Angelica host bingo at Boobie Trap.

176)  John Marto

A longtime favorite DJ at the Ritz (and other bars like Atlas), this year John along with Marti Gould Cummings were able to bring a new successful monthly back home to Jersey City--Talde’s Fortune Thursday. And for the adventurous, get in the know of his super secret, super sexy dark room affair SCUM that he produces with Steve Senobyte.

175)  Ritzy Bitz

Hilarious in a recent all-drag, all-lip synched tribute to the TV show Scream Queens at Lps, New York’s most gymnastic queen (and the only one allowed to wear sneakers) is mostly a Brunch Bitch these days courtesy of La Pulperia: she hosts at the restaurant’s Midtown East location on Saturdays, and the HK version on Sundays. Oh, and how excited are we to hear Ritzy’s first single drop?

174)  Lucy Balls

The popular TNT queen nearly quit drag in frustration with the P.C. police, but this year rose from the dead to host a fun new monthly at The Rosemont, “It’s My Party” where every month is her birthday.

173)  Peppermint

When RuPaul said in an interview that she likely wouldn’t allow Pep to return to Drag Race for an All-Star season because Boobs--even though Peppermint was the first competing queen to come out as trans during the show--fans across the world went “Um...” But the OG New York entertainer gave us the best “thank u, next” in the history of that show’s legacy, becoming the first trans person to originate a role on Broadway courtesy of the medieval Go-Go’s romp Head Over Heels.

172)  Gilda Wabbit

Whether she was giving us opera in ball gowns or bangee in ripped fishnets, there is no doubt that this fan favorite queen left her mark on the city. Beginning with shows in Astoria sister bars Albatross and Icon and ever-increasing her visibility throughout Manhattan, starring in a subway meme, hosting cabarets, performing in Nightgowns with Sasha Velour... it was all a star-making formula. Since getting hitched and returning to her native Kentucky (and quickly becoming an important queer drag presence there), Gilda’s been back here with such surprising frequency it’s almost like she never left, thankfully.

171)  Zarria Van Wales Powell

Knowing her to be a true professional and likable person, nightlife immediately rallied to her side when Zarria released a Facebook Live video condemning Vodka Soda Bottoms Up owner Richie Friendley for allegedly calling her a racial slur while accusing her of drink theft (a charge she denied). VSBU still hasn’t quite recovered from that bad publicity, but Zarria has gone on to slay guest spots and competitions while landing her first weekly hosting gig at the new Boxers Washington Heights on Saturday nights.

170)  Greg Scarnici

The SNL associate producer has been letting his rainbow flag fly for a few years now--both on screen with some hilarious YouTube videos, and in the DJ booth for parties at the Fire Island Pines and a seasonal monthly tea dance at The Monster. This year, one of his hilarious YouTube creations became a star in her own right... Levonia Jenkins premiered her very own stage show Gender Fluids that opened at the Beechman and spread like herpes to stages across the land.

169)  Antonio Cedeno

This long-time nightlifer and uber-tatted ex-gogo boy promotes / hosts a lot of huge events in the city, and produces his own hit thotfest Male Room at REBAR.

168)  Blvck Laé D

The artist formerly known as Laé D. Boi performs almost entirely in self-penned, live performed rap, and has made a name for themselves hosting two polar opposite events: Reparations, a roving revue celebrating Brooklyn’s diverse POC queens, and The Rosemont’s Annie Mae, a geeky kiki paying homage to anime and related nerdosity. The stylish Blvck has also taken the reins of Macri Park’s monthly benefit show Wallbreaker and a monthly spoopfest there called Ghoul School, while hosting monthly parties at Dromedary Urban Tiki Bar.

167)  Linda Simpson

Thank Goddess Linda liked taking photos during the Manhattan drag boom of the late 80s-early 90s. Today she’s one of the main amateur historians of that scene, and her recent slideshow The Drag Explosion compiled from that collection made for a fun and informative night at WILD Project. And while choosing to distance herself from the fray of bar lip synching and sticking to what she does best--hosting and storytelling at Le Poisson Rouge’s Friday and Saturday bingo nights--she did join her legendary drag sisters on stage for Lady Bunny’s Woodstock reunion.

166)  Octavia Anyae

The longtime hostess of Suite’s Saturday night party and several Jersey gigs had a Moment in 2018. She won the Miss Latinissima crown at Club Mandala, and the first season finale of Polish The Queen at Stonewall. She also got a fun new gig at POSH doing Wednesday night pop-up shows with her drag sister Kristy Blaze, and several other Manhattan gigs followed.

165)  Viva Vidalia

This voluptuous queen’s got it all: she’s funny, she dances up a storm, she’s got mad fashionz and designs for many other queens, and she’s equal parts warm and savage. And it now seems that the world’s is finally figuring this all out. RIght now Viva hosts Friday nights at Rockbar, a new Thotyssey-produced Tuesday night variety show at Bedlam, and a karaoke hosting gig Wednesdays at Boxers HK. She’s also a regular guest for Shuga Cain’s Hardware show, and no doubt more milestones are coming her way in 2019.

164)  Eugene Edo

One of Manhattan’s busiest DJs (he worked 30 straight nights this year!), you can catch Eugene throughout the week at The Ritz, Barrage, Atlas, REBAR, Therapy, and God knows where else!

163)  Sasha Velour

First of all, how burned-in-your-brain-forever was Diego Montoya’s alien stepdown gown she rocked for the Drag Race Season 10 finale? Yeah. The renown queen helped trailblaze the Brooklyn drag-as-art movement before showing the world how far the form can be taken with her Drag Race win, and she returned to NYC for several key performances this year--most notably for installments of her multimedia concert series Nightgowns. And did you see that crazy old-timey video she made at Bizarre Bushwick with Peppermint and her Brooklyn sisters? Yeah!

162)  Jasmine Kennedie

Clearly a rising star of the scene, Mancie Mandell’s drag daughter and FIT’s latest pageant winner is supermodel gorgeous, dance-tastic and already Insta-famous. For now, catch her making all the children live and die on late Wednesday nights at The Ritz with the bitchin’ drag revue TURNt.

161)  Zenobia

One of Brooklyn’s most exciting dance queens has also found recent success with DJing various shows and parties in that borough. By day, Zenobia’s a high profile supporter of Drag Queen Story Hour.

160)  Michael Magnan

The veteran club DJ remains a favorite beatmaster of Ladyfag for parties like her monthly Battle Hymn. Lately he also joins forces with JT Almon as the DJ duo FNV (Fruits-N-Vegetables) for nights at Glendale’s Nowadays, and spins the monthly party Nookie (with its fun B-Movie retro posters) alongside Cameron Cooper.

159) Rise Bar

John Blair, Beto Sutter and Ted Arenas’ thot factory still Brings the Bougie, but also boasts some great DJs, two killer drag shows (Piss Myles & Jasmine Rice for Messy Mondays, Marti Gould Cummings with Brenda Dharling & Bootsie LeFaris on Legend Wednesdays), and a seasonal singing competition that many people love (Rising Star). Also, bae bartenders of course.

158)  Golden Delicious

This tall and cheery queen from the Apple Farm co-hosts a brunch in Astoria’s Fresco’s Cantina with Gloria Swansong on Sundays, and has her own monthly show at The West End. For several months she appeared with friend Tucker Murray as cabaret duo Two Tuckers at The Duplex, and a Golden solo cabaret premieres there in December.

157)  Crimson Kitty

One of the world’s original and best AFAB queens, Crimson taught us that technically anyone could “do” drag, but a true queen puts in the work and the werk. After disbanding her troupe Ladyqueen, Miss Kitty made the world her litterbox with shows all over the country, and fun hometown gigs like the recent “Villains” revue at Stonewall. And on top of all that, she finally received her very first pageant crown: Miss Nerd!

156)  Andora Tetee

A self-taught sorceress of costumes and makeup who can give you the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen, or the dead ringer of your favorite celebrity diva, or a detailed monster from your worst nightmares, Andora’s been something of cherished NYC secret. That is, until she went and became our city’s first ever winner of the national Miss Gay America pageant in 2018. Now we must share her superstardom with the world!

155)  Haus of Sterling

Three fourths (along with DJ P_A_T) of what makes The Rosemont’s “Fake Nudes” a Brooklyn Nightlife Award-winning kiki, Tiffany Jones, Candy and Sookie Sterling are a flashy, flirty threesome that bring some heedless fun to BK nightlife. In late November they began hosting what will likely be the Next Big Blowout, “Studio” at 3 Dollar Bill.

154)  POSH

The bar with an older crowd for happy hour that morphs into a younger dance party with top DJs each night remains a favorite destination for HK locals, who get into the 11pm free food (on some nights) and the hot-as-fuck bar staff (all nights). Wednesdays in 2018 featured a return of drag to the venue, currently featuring pop-up performances by Kristy Blaze and Octavia Onyae.

153)  Annie Manildoo

This campy queen is nearly solely responsible for the current Long Island drag boom, with her careful selection of venues across the counties like Off Key Tikki, The Living Room and One Eye Jacks. Her well-curated show rosters include both budding local talent and borrowed girls from the city. Other busy queens emerging from LI include LaBelle, Ivy Stalls and Syn.

152)  Morgan Royel

The longtime performer originated in the ball scene, and is now a fan favorite among the Lips Restaurant roster of drag queens. She also currently hosts “Do The Right Thing,” a hip hop party at The Ritz originated by her gurl Peppermint.

151)  Shay D'Pines & Angel Elektra  

Really, does any queen have as much infectious fun performing as these two? Keeping drag alive in their hometown of Yonkers with gigs at Guapo and The Alamo, the on-and-offstage pair can be found Acting The Fools in local venues as well: Rockbar, Queen Vic and Brooklyn’s Sycamore Bar this December they also debut as pageant hosts with the premiere Miss Q Train.

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