#maybe it's an album made for the shelter

[izayoichan]

To save someone. 🎶

#simblr #the ward legacy #ts4 #ts4 alpha #ts4 screenshots #the sims 4 #the sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 #sims 4 screenshots #Lucas Ward #River Ward #this felt like it could be a album photo somehow #i didn't edit it #because we know my skills in that is crap #maybe it's an album made for the shelter #where all the money from the sale #goes to the two families shelters and the animals there #random ideas ftw #also I liked the look

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Great! Can you please write an older Eddie with female reader, like maybe 25-26? And by now Eddie is a famous rock star, but he adores you, avoids groupies altogether. But when you and him go back to Hawkins to play at the Hideout just for fun Chrissy (or some other cheerleader) make moves on him, telling reader (maybe in the bathroom) "he was in love with me all through high school - I just have to move my pinky and he'll come running).

But then maybe Eddie proposes to reader on stage? :) request by @somethingvicked 💞

Angst to fluff, this is an 18+ blog so mdni.

❤️

Eddie made it big after he left Hawkins. A few years after he finally graduated and went to Chicago with the rest of Corroded Coffin, they were notified by a bigwig music producer who thought they had a real shot at being successful.

They grafted for another few years after that and after a lot of hard work, they began to get noticed. Did more gigs, got lots of exposure and recorded their first successful album.

Four albums, and four tours (one world tour) later, Eddie couldn't believe that his dreams of being a rockstar had come true.

Even with his dreams coming true, the most amazing thing to happen to him in the last few years was meeting you.

He ran into you after being chased by a handful of his fans (seeking shelter in a bookstore that you owned) that the two of you got closer and began to date.

You were younger than Eddie (26 to Eddie's 38) he was worried when you first began dating at the media attention the two of you would get. Anyone he got close to was the subject of scrutiny but you got it worse.

Eddie protected you as much as he could, put out statements in anger when the vitirol had you in tears and stressed to the max. He loved you so much and would do anything to protect you from hate.

Groupies tried and failed to catch his attention, he was a one woman man and all he wanted was you. Most of the time he loved getting you to join him on tour, but it depended on your job. When you weren't with him, he missed you like crazy.

Now he was going to Hawkins for one a one off concert at The Hideout. He couldn't wait to see his uncle and his friends. You and Eddie could catch up with everyone.

Most importantly though he was planning something very special for you and he wanted to do it surrounded with friends and family.

It would be cool to perform here in Hawkins after all this time. He couldn't wait to get the gig started.

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Watching Corroded Coffin perform at the place they started out is an amazing experience, Eddie and the guys look like they are having so much fun and fans have travelled from different cities to watch the band.

You chat to Steve and the rest of the gang and feel so proud as you watch Eddie. He was in his element and looked so sexy as he shredded on his guitar, desire pools in your stomach. You couldn't wait to get him alone later.

He catches your eye, notices the way you're looking at him, winks and blows you a kiss.

The crowd is electric even once the gig finishes, everyone is cheering and going wild. Eddie jumps off the stage, walks over to you and kisses you, you feel your cheeks warm. He presses a kiss to your head then begins to interact with the crowd.

As soon as Eddie begins to mingle with the rest of the people in the Hideout, it wasn't long before a pretty blonde makes herself known.

You don't notice her at first as you're too busy catching up with the rest of the gang, then you wonder where Eddie has got to and after a quick look around the room, you find him.

He's with the blonde, she's heavily flirting. Touching his arm, giggling and playing with her hair, she's actually batting her eyes at him. You're used to groupies throwing themselves at Eddie but it still makes you feel a little shitty when you have to witness it.

Eddie looks uncomfortable when she ramps up the flirting and he makes a hasty retreat not quick enough though as she is practically purring at him to come back soon. Steve tells you she's called Chrissy.

Fuming at her blatant disregard for Eddie's feelings you follow her as she heads to the bathroom, She looks at you like you're dirt on her shoe, when you approach her.

"Yes?" you roll your eyes at the bitchy antics, fuck what was this high school? Memories from Hawkins High flood back and it makes you even more pissed. Who did this woman think she was?

"Hi, I'd appreciate it if you backed off from Eddie, your flirting was making him uncomfortable" you try to keep your cool, however the smug smile on her face is needling at you.

She snorts, flips her hair over her shoulder and moves closer to you.

"Oh please, sweetie he was in love with me all through high school - I just have to move my pinky and he'll come running" Chrissy smirks and you feel your stomach bottom out. Was this true?

Was she right? Would you lose Eddie to some old high school crush? Chrissy turns away from you and reapplies her lipstick which is cherry red, you leave the bathroom with the knot of anxiety growing in your stomach.

Chrissy looks triumphant as she comes out, you feel like you can't breathe and stirrings of panic and anxiety begin to take over you.

She turns to her friends and looks so smug. "Guaranteed he'll dump her, when I show even a hint of interest. He could do so much better"

Gareth is close to all of you, chatting to his girlfriend when he hears the comment Chrissy made.

The look on your face tugs at his heart. Eddie was so in love with you, no Chrissy Cunningham's were going to change that. Still, he doesn't like how Chrissy is speaking to you (Eddie won't either) and he excuses himself from Alicia for a moment to inform Eddie what's going on.

Eddie glares over at Chrissy, who preens at his attention. "In love with her in high school? Is she for fucking real? I was in love with about half the class at one point? She's not special" Eddie snorts.

As for dumping you for Chrissy? That he could do better than you? As if. She was deluded if she thought that. He'd tell her that if he had to. You were the best thing that ever happened to him.

Gareth looks amused and discreetly slips Eddie his surprise for you. "Good luck man" Eddie nods, nerves crawling through his veins.

Fuck after all the planning this was it. He heads up on stage, takes a deep breath and begins to speak. "Hi, can I have everyone's attention please"

You notice that Eddie is up on the stage and wonder what he's doing. What aren't the rest of the band with him? To your surprise he calls on you to join him.

"I wanted to do this here, surrounded by my family and friends, I've been planning a surprise and I hope you like it sweetheart" you feel yourself grow flustered but very very happy.

What was he planning? There's this part of you that thinks he may be going to propose, the thought of him doing it nearly brings tears to your eyes but you will them away. It could be anything, you mustn't get your hopes up too much.

You'd love to marry Eddie, spend the rest of your life with him, but Eddie had taken a long time to come around to the idea of marriage, would he want that now?

He takes your hand and kisses it tenderly, pulls off one of his rings and places it on your ring finger, your heart begins to race as you realise the dream you have, may be coming true.

"Eddie?" you can barely get the words out and his eyes are all big and shiny as he gazes at you with pure love in his expression.

"I love you so much princess, you're all I'll ever want and need. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?" He gets down on one knee and smiles, reaches in his pocket and pulls out a velvet red box, inside is the most beautiful ring you've ever seen.

You're sobbing freely now, elated and throw your arms around Eddie. "Yes!"

The crowd erupted in cheers and you see the smug smile wiped off Chrissy's face. Eddie places the ring on your finger and kisses you, tenderly cupping your face in his hands.

Chrissy scoffs and leaves, throwing you and Eddie a bitchy look as she does. Eddie rolls his eyes.

"Charming huh?" You stifle a giggle and he softens.

"Hey, Gareth told me what Chrissy said sweetheart. Fuck, she was a stupid crush in high school that vanished quickly because she's a complete bitch. You never have to worry about that" you smile and cuddle into him.

You kiss him again and look at the beautiful ring on your finger, you can't wait for you and Eddie to start your new adventure.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #older eddie munson #rockstar eddie munson

[bunwritesss]

Ode to Sleep

Summary: You cannot sleep. Maybe because the bed in the cells are uncomfortable as hell. Maybe because you're scared. Or maybe because you got used to sleep with Daryl at the Farm, and you're not used to sleeping alone anymore. Whatever the reason is, a certain hunter cannot sleep either, and will make sure to make the night at least a little more fun for you.

Genre: Fluff 💕

A/N: Hiiii everyone!! 💕Here's another oneshot inspired by a Twenty One Pilots song, I'm really going to do both of my favorite albums by them I think! Tell me if you have any ideas for the songs from Vessel and Heavydirtysoul as Daryl x Reader prompts, I'd love to hear them <3

You were currently sitting on the awfully hard bed of your awfully small cell, knees against your chest and wobbly arms carefully wrapped around you, sheltering you from the rest of the prison. You had tried to sleep for hours, counting sheeps and trying to work on your breathing, but being alone in such a small room made you slightly claustrophobic. So you gave up, waiting for the sun to rise again. It was too dark outside to read.

'Can't sleep?'

A voice outside of your room startled you, Daryl's silhouette standing at the entrance of your cell. He did not enter it, careful not to scare you. You nodded, and then realized he probably couldn't see you, so you responded in a loud whisper.

'Yup. You too?' 'Wanna come outside with me?' He ignored your question.

You immediatly rose to your feet, happy to have a distraction. Daryl was one of your favorite members of the group. Although he did not talk much, nor was always agreeable, he always knew how to make sure everyone was healthy, and to show his affection to the people he loved. You noticed he stopped snapping at you as soon as he realized you seemed more affected by it than the others, and he often brought you a little trinket from his runs. The blue scrunchie you wore on your wrist, snapping it to distract yourself from the oppressing room, was one of those gifts. It was a fact, Daryl Dixon was a softie.

He waited for you to join him at the entrance, slowly walking to the entrance of the prison. The chill air of the court made you regret the sheets you used as a blanket, slightly shivering. You followed Daryl to a patch of grass near the building where your group set camp, and sat next to him. You watched as he lit himself a cigaret, not bothering offering you one anymore.

You stayed in silence for a few minutes, Daryl enjoying his cigaret and you enjoying Daryl's presence. Being outside made all of the tension in your body disappear, and you let out a sigh of contentment when you smelled nicotine in the air. The air smelled familiar now.

'I hate feeling caged.' You said, both for yourself and for Daryl. 'Me too.' He simply replied, toying with the cigaret.

Its burning orange end danced in the dark, hypnotizing you and your tired brain. As you were still shivering, you took your arms out of the oversized T-shirt you were wearing, wrapping them around yourself. The move made Daryl chuckle.

'We can go back if yer cold?' He offered kindly. 'Nah, being outside is what I needed, no worries. I'm feeling warmer already.'

And you weren't lying. As you rubbed your arms, you felt warmth coming back to your body. You felt every blade of grass, every blow on the wind on your body, and smiled. You needed this.

'How did you know I wasn't asleep?' 'Ya sleeptalk. And ya can't sleep sittin' down.' 'I sleeptalk?'

You felt your cheeks becoming red. He nodded, taking another drag of his cigaret.

'What do I talk about?'

He shrugged.

'Said ya talked, not that ya did make any sense.'

You snorted, relieved. God knows what you could have told in your sleep... You couldn't help but shiver again, and this time he hesitantly rubbed your back.

'Can I move closer to you? I swear you're like a furnace or something!'

He silently thanked the obscurity for preventing you from seeing the blush on his cheeks, and you felt him nod. So you cuddled at his side, arms still inside your shirt, as he brought an arm against your shoulders. Your trembling form slowly calmed down.

'Better?' 'Yes. Thank you so much.'

You smiled at him, although he couldn't see him, taking a breath in. He smelt like a forest. Forest and nicotine, and you instantly forgot the awful air of the prison. You closed your eyes, focusing on his heartbeat.

'Daryl? Why can't you sleep?' You asked him kindly, comfortable against him.

He shrugged.

'Dunno.' 'Is it because you feel trapped too?' 'Yeah, must be that.' He grumbled, and you nodded thoughtfully. 'It sucks.' 'Yeah.'

Feeling bold, as you knew Daryl would not have woken up anyone besides Carol or you, and eventually Rick, to share a night outside, you decided to take one of his hands between yours, and he surprisingly let you without any complaint. You toyed with his fingers, rubbed circles on his scarred knuckles as you both enjoyed the calm of the night. He seemed to enjoy what you were doing, his curious eyes squinting in the direction of your hands. His cigaret was now done, and he stuffed it in his pocket with his free hand, before putting his arm back around your shoulder.

'Daryl?'

You were now toying with your scrunchie, trapping both of your hands inside it, softly snapping it against your wrists. He did not respond but you knew he was listening. And you felt particularly brave, during this beautiful night.

'Would you be okay if we shared a bed, in the prison?'

You did not give him time to answer, immediatly rambling as to make his rejection easier to accept for you.

'I mean, you don't have to because now we have as many beds as we want, but we got used to sleeping together at the Quarry, and then at the farm, and I just... I don't know, I feel comfortable with you, but if you would rather sleep alone I-' 'Y/N.' He interrupted you softly, and you gave him your whole attention, a bit worried. 'I would not have woken ya up if I didn't want to spend time with ya.'

Your panicked state when you were afraid you were making people uncomfortable always made him chuckle. You always took everyone's feelings into account, and that was probably one of the reasons why it had been so easy for you to befriend him. He knew you did not fake your kindness.

'You mean you'd like to share a bed with me?'

He nodded, weirdly comfortable with the idea. And you beamed, your eyes twinkling.

'Then I would love for us to go back to bed, because I am freezing out there!'

You got up first, giving him your hand to help him get up. He took it, and you did not let go of it as you walked back to the prison, a small smile on both of your flushed faces. You were both convinced you would finally spend a restful night, now. And it felt amazing.

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #the walking dead #twd #the walking dead imagine

[joesalw]

All of Taylor's albums were tailored to the most popular aesthetic at the time. She didn't make shit popular, she just adapted. Especially when she made the transition into pop music.

True. She's currently jumping fences with rep as well. Making it out to be a goth punk moment and using trendy words like 'female rage'. The album has the most romantic songs she's ever written. C'mon now. The whole record is electropop with some R&B elements thrown into the mix.

She portrays 'Lover' as her social justice warrior era. 'If I was a man, then I'd be the man'. Yeah, we've seen it Taylor. Miss 'me becoming a billionaire is good for the world because I'm a woman'. She makes herself out to be this 'feminist girl's girl' when in reality it couldn't be further from the truth. She's not a feminist and she doesn't want to be the woman that's advocating for women's rights and leads the path for the future generation of women. She wants to be the man at the top. Her motto is literally 'gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss, greenhouse gases'.

Another thing is her queer allyship. She's mentioned it when and only when it was profitable to her. During her tour she hadn't said a thing when the number of states signed anti-trans bills and the state of Tennessee where she says she lives *according to her own documentary* banned drag. I don't think she said anything about the anti-abortion legislation either. Her activist era started and ended in 2019.

Don't get me started on her position regarding the BLM movement. She only posted something because her own fans started calling her out and then declared that she's 'ferociously anti-racist'. She positioned herself as an advocate *by herself* and then immediately dipped when it stopped being as profitable. If you don't want to be dragged for your silence about social and political crises, don't proclaim yourself as an activist. Simple as that.

I've also seen the video on Youtube about TS being a narcissist (someone posted it on your blog earlier I think). And the guy in the video brought up her guitar teacher. So I looked him up and found an article where he talks about his experience with the Swifts which he got sued for later. According to the man, Taylor's mother was interested in him teaching her daughter how to play country music and was just a stage mom in general. And TS says that she'd been begging her parents to allow her learn how to play guitar and that she's self-taught. She wants her success story to be a rags to riches so bad I can't even.

She's a woman with an extremely fragile ego where millions of people could be praising her and a single negative comment would set her off. She can't handle any form of criticism, break ups or inconveniences like a grown woman simply because she doesn't have enough emotional intelligence to do so. Her being surrounded by yes men also doesn't help the situation. If i were her, I'd rather invest in a good therapist rather than 2 PJs. She drowns herself in work and relationships so she doesn't have time to go inwards and sit with her thoughts.

I kinda feel bad for her, honestly. She's been in the industry since she was 15 and her success was almost immediate. She doesn't know what the world's like because she's been sheltered her whole life and then had other people do things for her. I don't think she has many real friends as well. By real I mean people who aren't afraid to tell you the truth and are able to call you out in your face. Instead she has a bunch of people who appease her afraid of pissing her off and ending up on her bad side and as a result her vanity grows and she completely loses any sort of perspective whether in her friendships, romantic relationships or maybe even her own family.

I also wonder what she thinks about her fandom pirating her concert film instead of paying to rent it. I sort of hope that her fans are starting to wake up to her conning schemes. I mean, you've already made a shit ton of money from the theatre release, why charging 20$ more to RENT IT?Not even buy it. Or is it another narrative about how 'no one can own my work but me'?

This woman sells well but her cultural impact is almost nonexistent. She hadn't done any good for the world causes or inspired several generations of performers like Michael Jackson has with his philanthropic endeavors and incredible performing skills. The artists like Beyoncé, Lady Gaga, Bruno Mars, Justin Timberlake (bleh) and The Weeknd were hugely influenced by MJ. These artist create their own unique legacy and impact on their communities. Especially the ladies. Gaga's been an avid LGBT+ advocate since the beginning of her career and created a foundation that focuses on issues like self-confidence, well-being, anti-bullying, mentoring and career development. She also participated in anti HIV and AIDS campaigns, spoke against immigration laws in the US, contributed to 2011's earthquake and tsunami relief campaign in Japan. Beyoncé's a huge advocate for the black community and black women especially which always finds its way in her work and visual art in particular. She's been platforming black culture and history for her whole career (2016 Superbowl and Coachella performance are the brightest examples of black american culture and releasing her Lion King album to showcase African artists' excellence). She also has a foundation where she provides black youth scholarships, clean water for communities abroad and housing to families in need in her home state.

What exactly makes Taylor Swift's cultural impact? Thousands of tons CO2 emissions? Music labels putting a clause in the contract so the artists can't re-record their material for 10 years now instead of 5? Making several versions of the same CD or vinyl so the sales are bigger? Mind you, that's all excessive plastic and paper. Some countries and US states are banning gas stoves. Her position regarding artists being paid during the early days of streaming (when the platforms were launching with a free period tial) was right but no one really benefited from it but her. She was shitting on Apple Music, then they offered her money, filmed an ad and released her 1989 Tour DVD exclusively on their platform. She shat on Spotify, then when LWYMMD came out, she was all over their biggest playlists all of a sudden and recorded Spotify Singles later on. Spotify's always promoted her every release like a motherfucker shoving her in every corner of the platform. Especially for the past 3 years. She doesn't have any memorable outfits or unique style to be called a fashion icon either. She's not a trailblazer she thinks she is. She is only popular because a lot of people *mostly ww* who peaked in high school see themselves in her. She's average in everything she does, her writing topes are also the same (only now she started using compound or uncommonly used words to mask it) but she's extremely commercially successful so that those people can see themselves in her. She doesn't have unique music style or chameleon-like discography like Gaga, Bey, MJ, Madonna, Shakira, Kelly Clarkson, Miley Cyrus or Nelly Furtado. She doesn't have a unique singing voice like Bjork, David Bowie, Freddie Mercury, Janis Joplin, MJ or Bob Dylan. She's no instrument prodigy either. And swifties say that 'Michael couldn't play any instruments'. Well, he was an exceptional beatboxer. She can strum 4 guitar chords and play basic piano, that's it. She doesn't have an outstanding dancing and/or vocal skill.

What is she gonna be remembered for? Her numerous relationships with famous men? While that might be misogynistic or sexist to some degree, she's the one who makes her relationships the centre of her music and public persona and brings them up even 10 years after they ended. Her public feuds with men and women that she can't get over years after? This woman is certainly can hold a grudge and is extremely vindictive. The leader of a parasocial cult that blindly defends her bigotry? I believe so. I don't think I've ever seen a fandom as toxic and as hive-minded as swifties. And again, it's Taylor's own creation. She's the one that constantly says 'look closely for the easter eggs' in her content making her fans theorize on every aspect of her life, or 'if you're very loyal I might invite you to MY HOUSE and you can listen to the new album early, we'll take pics and I'll bake you some cookies'. Of course they'll follow your any order. I'm glad I escaped.

Oof, I'll stop here. That's a very long one already

sorry hehe

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#anti taylor swift #anti swifties #swifties dni

[flubnuggetpurple]

Dove Cameron’s Alchemical album is so fucking bat coded I feel like a conspiracy theorist.

(This went off the rails at one point, so WARNING: vague mentions of sexual assault and being drugged without consent)

First song: Lethal Woman.

Cass, all over, right? The bridge is “she walks like a saint, floats like an angel, sharp like a knife under the table”

c o m e o n

Second song: Still.

“Man on the screen, they only see whatever you want them to see” and “Supernova self-erasing, hourglass is always draining”

Could be either Tim or Bruce, but I lean toward Tim because of “how dare you, dare me to love you, if you jump I will too” because whenever Tim decides he loves someone, he’s the ride or die, ends of the earth type, even if they don’t even know who he is. A) how and why he became Robin in the first place, B) The Cloning Thing, C) an argument could be made for the Captain Boomerang thing (but now that I think of it, I think I’m mostly basing this off fanon oh well ontotgenextone).

Song Three: Breakfast.

I will admit out the gate that this one’s a reach, so I’m just going to leave Selina here.

Song Four: Sand.

For this I’m thinking Tim or Jason, for different reasons.

For Tim;

“I saw the end when we began, you couldn’t love the way I can, I tried to bargain with the stars, for more than half your heart but you have more pieces of me than the dessert has sand, and I have less pieces of you than I could hold in my hand” and “our love’s misaligned, ‘cause you’re on my mind every night, I stretch out the time, and now I know why.”

I’m just making it obvious I read the Red Robin run, aren’t I?

For Jason:

“What's worse, being wanted but not loved, or loved but not wanted? What's worse, hearing what you wanna hear, or hearing what's honest?” And “What hurts, is the one thing that you wanna do, is the one thing that you shouldn’t do”

Pre-death Jason, but like, right after the Garzonas thing.

Song five: White Glove.

Okay hear me out.

This is part one of the Dick Grayson saga; the persona he shows to the public. This is Richie Wayne. This is every honeypot mission he went on too young, every woman he’s had to seduce for information (it’s one hundred percent happened before don’t fight me) every source of sexual trauma (that one I’m ninety percent sure is canon) that keeps him up at night.

And this guy’s been a vigilante for over twenty years, he can absolutely recognize drugs by sight, smell, and how they feel when he’s too late to notice something slipped in his drink. He’s felt nearly every strain of fear toxin and every one of Ivy’s pollens. If anyone knows their drugs it’s pretty boy Richie Wayne and Robin.

Song six: God’s Game

This one I’m definitely taking some lines out of context, but for Jason, “Just a boy with a man's face, playin' God's game” is when he’s taking over Crime Alley, pit-mad and trigger happy. “I prepare with so much care, I was runnin', it was stunnin', I am desperate from delusions, not much of a solution, never knowin' what the truth is, oh, God” is when hid plans start to fall apart, when Bruce slits his throat with a batarang, when eventually the pit-madness eventually starts to wear off and he realizes what all he did to Tim, who was a child at the time, not to mention Robin.

He nearly became what the Joker was to him to the next Robin, and I feel like at some point that would occur to him.

Song seven: Boyfriend.

(…Admittedly, I don’t think this one has any grounding in canon and if it does, feel free to educate me.)

So, obviously I could mention Kate Kane at this point, but I know basically nothing about her, so instead I’m going to talk about Steph.

So Steph has definitely had some shitty experiences with guys, right? Like, her dad to begin with, but also the guy who got her pregnant (at like fourteen? Maybe I’m just sheltered, but I don’t think anything about that relationship was heathy—again, I haven’t read many of the comics, so correct me if I’m wrong), then Tim, which, I love him as a character, but didn’t he date her in the mask for like, months, and I have some vague recollections of some dickish things he said (i know i know i need to read more comics)—whatever. Men are shitty.

I have a scene in my head. Like, Steph’s in college, at a bar with friends or something, maybe it’s an under cover op, idk, and there’s this girl she’s been lowkey watching all night. She doesn’t quite know why, but she just keeps catching her eye, and okay, it’s not like she’s never questioned her sexuality, she knows Cass. There have been Extensive conversations with Babs on the subject.

Anyway, so at some point, there’s obviously some sort of argument between the girl and the guy she came with and the girl’s crying, and Steph just Can’t Handle That.

She goes up to her, comforts her, makes a new friend, listens to the whole story.

And at some point, she has the thought.

“I could be a better boyfriend than him.”

She doesn’t necessarily do anything about it that night, but now that she’s had the thought, it won’t leave her alone.

Yeah. So. Maybe I’ll write that story later.

Song eight (last song): FRAGILE THINGS.

Dick Grayson part two; So your mentor (dad) just died, leaving you an angry murder child, another one hanging on by a thread after losing eighty percent of his support system, a grieving butler (grandfather), and a mantle the size of the Most Dangerous City in America. Any direction you move is going to hurt someone, and one kid is more likely to snap and murder people than the other, and hey, if you have to be Batman anyway, might as well let your brilliant kid brother be Nightwing, right? Except, whoops, you forgot to mention that last part and now Timmy thinks you just replaced him without telling him and fuck you knew you were forgetting something and now there’s a goddamned imposter Bruce and—

“Love is like a house of fragile things, where hearts can be broken as easy as antiques, and now there’s glass all shattered at my feet, what we built together, you left in smithereens.”

Anyway. This got kind of incoherent (or maybe it was from the start?)

I accidentally added a poll at the bottom and can’t figure out how to remove it, so.

#batfam #batman #cassandra cain #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #stephanie brown headcanon #stephanie brown #damian not included bc he’s baby #dick has so much trauma that just never comes up what must his brain be like #is he on meds? he probably should be #actually all the bats should be but we all knew that #it was so tempting to put tim for breakfast for gender reasons but i think i’ll do that on ao3 instead #this is so long #im so tired #im sorry #is this was a shitpost is? nobody asked for this #i didn’t ask for this #also i maybe running a fever #im going to bed now

[sugolara]

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮

ft. Katsuki Bakugo x Shoto Todoroki x Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

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The green-haired male let out a sigh as he waited for the dead to pass by. Today was a stormy day and he wondered if his friends were out in the rain or in shelter. He didn’t like to think that his friends were dead so he imagined they were still alive and surviving and trying to look for each other. 

His eyes peered above him to the car window where raindrops splattered. So far, it’s been a day since he got separated from F/n, Katsuki, and Shoto. This morning he had exited the forest and came across a road where a few cars stayed. 

He searched every car and was disappointed when all he found were clothes and photo albums. He disregarded his old bloody shirt and changed into a new one. He was beginning to get concerned as he didn’t know where he was or where he was heading.

He wanted to circle back to the van but he didn’t know if there were still a lot of rotters roaming and besides, he was so busy running that he hadn’t realized where he turned thus making him lost. 

It didn’t make it any better when he had no weapon on him. He dropped his gun when it ran out of ammo. 

So now, all he could do was wait inside this trashy car until the rain stopped pouring and the dead passed by. He eased his nerves and eventually, with the sound of thunder and moans, he fell asleep clutching the duffel bag of medical supplies.

When morning arrived, he picked up his bag and left the car. He made sure there were no signs of any rotters lingering and made his way to what he hoped out of the forest. Every dead he came across he made sure to keep a distance and occasionally run as he didn't have anything to defend himself.

To the male, he felt like hours had passed by. The more he walked down the road he began to feel sluggish and hungry. He hoped that at least a cabin or a house were to be up ahead. 

He found it a good sign when the trees began to disappear, but his smile vanished as he felt uneasy when he saw a highway. Up ahead, he saw tall buildings indicating he was heading into a city.

He knew it was a bad idea to enter seeing as he had nothing but bandaids, but maybe he could find food or at least water. He was put at ease as there were no dead, which surprised him.

The more he ventured in, he wondered if there was a sanctuary. He did remember Katsuki saying that each city has a sanctuary that an army controlled. Maybe, this city has one as well and actually has people. 

He internally let out a sigh and looked to his left where a small restaurant resided. Wiping the dusty window, he peered inside to find any movement or any sign of struggles. When he didn’t see anything, he went to the doors and opened it slowly.

The door was a bit hard to open so Izuku had to use his strength. He winced as he put strength on the arm where he was wounded. 

He cautiously entered and let out a sigh of relief as no dead were inside. He closed the door and placed a table with chairs in front of the door. He was thankful for the restaurant being small. 

He placed the medical bag on top of the bar counter and jumped over it. He made his way into the kitchen and began to search for food and water. He searched cupboards, cabinets, shelfs, pantries and found nothing. 

He gagged and covered his nose when he opened a walk-in freezer and saw a rotter sitting down and the smell from the spoiled meat. He closed and locked the freezer, stepping away to be in front of a fridge.

He closed his eyes, hands on the rail as he prayed for food and water. Opening the fridge, he slowly opened his eyes and relief washed over his face when he saw a 12 pack of water, trail mix nuts, peanut butter and a flashlight.

Taking everything out he set it on top of the bar where his medical supply rested. He grabbed a water bottle and chugged it until there was nothing left. He crushed the water bottle and sat down on the stool. 

Before he ate, he cleaned his wound as he didn’t want to get it infected by food crumbs. Once he finished, he opened the trail mix and began to chew. He felt annoyed as the nuts were a bit stale but that didn’t stop him.

He ate everything including the raisins. He looked back out the window as the rain once again came back. Getting up from his seat, he climbed over a booth and closed the curtains. He proceeded to do this with every window until it was dark inside the restaurant. 

Going back to the kitchen, Izuku grabbed a knife and spoon. With the spoon in hand he began to eat the peanut butter as he thought. Since he had no weapon, he could use the kitchen knife as one.

He worried though that the kitchen knife would not cause enough damage to the dead. What would happen if he were to run into another human that tried to cause him harm?

 A kitchen utensil surely wouldn’t do damage considering that everyone now had effective weapons. Izuku didn't know what to do. He felt useless and disappointed in himself. 

As much as he hated it, he knew he was never going to see his friends–his family ever again. Only a miracle could do that and miracles no longer exist in a world infested with monsters that eat humans. 

He hoped that Katsuki and Shoto were together and trying to find him and F/n. He hoped that F/n was also trying to look for each other. 

Izuku knew that they could handle each other. But what scared the male was that he didn't know if he could handle the living the same way she did. He wasn’t as strong as them and it terrified him that he might die before he ever got to see them again. 

Perhaps, he simply wasn’t meant for this world.

#katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki x you #izuku midoria x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya x y/n #shoto x y/n #bnha midoriya #izuku x y/n #izuku x f/n #shoto x you #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #bnha shoto x reader

[thelatecaptainpierce]

I love your fanvids, so 15 but maybe for your top 5 fave characters instead of just one?

Ah thank you! <3

15. Pick a theme song for one of the characters. Why do you think that song suits them?

For Hawkeye I just have to pick something by Springsteen. I've said before that Born in the USA would be his favourite album and I stand by that, and if I had to narrow it down to a song it'd be Dancing in the Dark. But since I've already made a vid to that song, it feels like cheating, so allow me to overcompensate with reasoning for some other tracks: Cover Me for desiring shelter from a turbulent world and taking comfort/protection from a lover, No Surrender and Bobby Jean for the way they walk the line between male/male friendship and romance, I'm On Fire for horny reasons, aaaand of course the title track because I don't think Hawkeye would like the Vietnam war very much.

Hmmmm is Landslide a really cliche option for Margaret? I think it fits her changing attitudes over the course of the show after initially building her identity around the rigidity of the army (and often her relationships too, most obviously with Frank) and the lines about growing older remind me a lot of her line 'I feel as old as I’m ever going to get, older than I ever intended to be'.

I'm cheating for Klinger since this wasn't my idea but I couldn't possibly come up with a better song than Draft Dodger Rag, this fanvid made me lose my shit the first time I saw it.

Ok the Trapper one is really specific but I think a lot about post-war Trapper adjusting to being at home (while also missing Hawkeye bc I'm biased) in relation to the line ‘I got some colour back, she thinks so too, I laugh like me again, she laughs like you’ from Hozier’s Almost (Sweet Music).  I could make the whole song fit if I really wanted to, like maybe Trapper bonds with his wife by going out dancing but that was also something they all did back in Korea to create a sense of normalcy, including moments specific to Hawkeye and Trapper (hello Yankee Doodle Doctor dancing scene) but tbh it’s mostly that one line I highlighted.

Those are my top 4 characters and I don't have an easy 5th so I think I'm gonna stop there because this response is fucking huge to begin with, thank you for making it to the end :')

#ask #majorbaby #mash

[desirepathzine]

Jeff Buckley Saved My Life in Orlando, Florida by Randi Eversole

In March of 2016, I was on a charter bus, headed towards Orlando, Florida. I was a senior in high school. The trip was with my Southern Baptist evangelical church choir. I did not want to be there.

The choir tour was a non-negotiable part of every year, a way for all of the concerned parents of young church goers to ship their kids off during spring break so they would spend it in service of the Lord and not mingling with all the other degenerates who were out of class. Ostensibly it was a week full of "volunteering" to some degree, singing at shelters and nursing homes, paying money to sing contemporary christian worship music in historic cathedrals. touring around whatever major city from the safety of the bus, so on. The trip was to a different scary big city every year. Prior to Orlando I had found myself in Chicago, the year before Chicago we'd done an actual tour, saving souls in Jacksonville/Florida, Savannah/Georgia, and Charleston/SC.

By the time we were halfway through Chicago, I had started to articulate issues I had with this mission, and indeed the Southern Baptist denomination of Christianity as a whole. By the time a senior trip to Orlrando, FL was announced, I saw it for what it was: an excuse to take a bunch of kids to Disney World under the banner of Christianity.

For the 12 hour bus ride to Orlando, I had prepped a few albums to listen to, as I usually did when headed somewhere new. I had discovered many favorite artists tucked away at the front of the bus (they usually made all the students sit in the back, but I was prone to motion sickness, so I always ended up at the front with all of the chaperones, who largely left me alone).

That year, my album picks had included Grace, Jeff Buckley's only album. I had of course been familiar, you couldn't sift through a single Tumblr playlist without coming into contact with Hallelujah. I vaguely knew somewhere that he had passed, that he was all of my favorite vocalist's favorite vocalist, that sort of thing.

For whatever reason, somewhere in Georgia, I decided now was the time to listen to Grace for the first time. And my download of the album had somehow not copied Mojo Pin, the album's first track, to my iPod so I indeed did start the record listening to the title track. I quickly fixed this mistake on returning home. Ancient problems from a different time, truly.

I did not listen to another record for the rest of the week.

Here was a friend, a person striving for authenticity, an artist coming into his power. All of the things I desperately craved both to be and to be around. It was a balm and a shield against all of the empty expressions of the music I was going to sing that week, the manipulative key changes and nonsensical lyrics. Here was something real and special.

So many lyrics were reaching through time to hold my hand, the beautiful melodies and vocal acrobatics elevating me, taking me away from the bus window view of the interstate, to somewhere I felt safe and seen.

I was alone in many ways that week, alienated from the religion I was raised in, alienated from my peers who maybe at one point had been my friends but had steadily pulled apart from me in the latter months of high school when it became clear we were not going to be compatible adults, bunking in a drafty Hyatt Place with roommates I really didn't know at all, who argued ceaselessly when we were supposed to be sleeping. I had been relegated to a pullout couch in an attempt to get some space.

As any anxious and isolated neurodivergent teen girl would in the circumstances, I went on a deep dive that first dark night in Orlando, far away from home and surrounded by strangers, into Jeff, his life, his work. I listened to interviews to keep the noise at bay. In my search, I found a picture of Jeff, holding a phone, on a portable bed, presumably talking to a journalist, doing press. I tracked down the location. It was a hotel somewhere in Orlando, Florida.

(photos by Merri Cyr)

It was like waving at someone in another dimension.

Two days into the tour I looked down at the t-shirts we all had to wear, a mish mash of Bible references and key words in the shape of a cross, printed on ugly mint green and coral orange t-shirts (the orange stained my bra for weeks, it was horrible). The choir was given a 'theme' every year for the tours, one inspirational word that was supposed to drive the spiritual growth of 9-12 graders. The year in Chicago had been the "restore" tour (which is extremely problematic the longer you dwell on it). "What's the tour name this year?" I blearily asked one of the chaperones. "Oh, it's the Grace tour. Make sure you use the hashtag."

The tour was the first time I encountered an actively hostile audience during any of the shows. Looking back that seems strange, but nonetheless. We often performed for unsheltered folks, who were forced to listen to us boisterously praise the Lord as they tried to get something to eat or were otherwise seeking support. The show in question took place in a parking lot where an extremely questionable Christian charity group set up once a week to attempt to convert anyone who needed a hot meal. Somewhere in the hour long set of worship music, teenagers banging on trash cans under the guise of performing STOMP (yes, like the off-Broadway thing, which no one even knew because it was such a dated concept by 2016), a capella chamber music (I did that too), and emotionally manipulative skits, one of the people in the crowd started to yell. I don't remember the exact verbatim statements, but it was along the lines of "Why are you singing when we need food, need shelter?"

That night, at the mandated debrief/devotional portion of the night before they finally let us all go to bed, many of my peers expressed that they had never thought of the work that way, as something that could be potentially a nuisance, bothersome, something people were forced to suffer through in order to have their basic needs met.

That was a question I had been asking myself for over a year at that point, ever since pretending to "restore" Chicago in 2015. Did anyone really find inspiration in a bunch of white middle class teenagers singing their little hearts out over Coldplay instrumentals? Did the sloppy manual labor we tried to do at various places for people in need really benefit anyone? Did tired building custodians go back in the day after and correct the naive mistakes of suburban teenagers who were not given any option other than to figure out ways to be helpful? Much ink has been spilled over the epidemic of teenage-centered volountourism from churches, sending unqualified children to do labor to get closer to God, etc. I was tired of treating people less fortunate than this community like pawns to achieve karma points. I was tired of singing bad music. I was tired of feeling like a ghost.

When we got back on the bus, or returned to the hotel, or had mildly unsupervised free time at venues, I would check back in with Jeff. I listened to So Real over and over again, its simplicity was spellbinding. One night they carted us to Disney Springs, the shopping district on Disney property, to burn off steam before getting ready for another day of presumably hard work. I was too tired to traipse around, half-heartedly tagging along with folks that seemed indifferent to my presence. I sat down with a shaved ice and watched a pair of living statues performing in the humid evening, bronze and vaguely Victorian looking, glimmering under the ambient theme park lights. I watched them work a crowd while I listened to So Real and briefly became lost in a story that to this day I cannot recall correctly, some short-lived idea about statues yearning to be real. I started crying, not helped by the schedule that left us overworked and under-rested, and a lack of access to protein and actual nutrients beyond pizza.

Every night, I thought of Jeff on a hotel bed, years ago, in the same place as me. Was he alone? Did his worldview, the questions he screamed out towards the end of Eternal Life, his propensity for diving into the biggest emotions, isolate him like they isolated me?

It's easy to fall in love with someone who has passed, it makes it easy to assign them traits you admire or romanticize their short life. I don't think I fell in love with Jeff in that way, although it is undeniable that he was beautiful. I didn't need lips to kiss, I needed a shoulder to cry on, and it felt like there was a beautiful friend helping me chart a course out of self-loathing and getting mired in philosophical mud.

The last night of the tour, before the Friday fun day when all pretense of work is thrown out to go to a theme park or explore safely curated areas of the city, it was expected that somebody, a youth pastor or the choir director or a well meaning chaperone, would give a sort of pious pep talk, asking us if we really believed all the things we were singing, or were we just having fun on a spring break trip? Anyone who is familiar with Cry Nights at evangelical summer camp knows this tactic. Overstimulate and exhaust young people with still developing brains, feed them a steady diet of sweets and carbohydrates, and then the claws of emotional manipulation will sink so much deeper. And then make them go sing a concert with exhausted voices and clogged sinuses from crying, where their emotions and convictions will run so high, that surely no one in the audience will go unmoved.

That last pep talk reared its ugly head before the last concert, as I presumed it would. But I didn't really listen, while the tears flowed around me. In my head, I was sitting across from Jeff Buckley at the pullout bed, quietly centering myself, trying to find peace in the midst of the chaos. We smiled at each other and said nothing in this vision.

I returned home, glad to be done with youth choir forever, vowing ot never go back to the church I had been raised in. (and also I finally listened to Mojo Pin since it didn't make it onto my iPod)

I was trying my best to give myself grace under strange and infuriating circumstances. Jeff taught me how. Being curious and sensitive is a strength, rage can fuel beauty, seeking authenticity is a worthy journey. That this situation was temporary and I would not have to live my life beholden to the whims of a religious institution that actively benefitted from my fears. Grace, real grace, given freely without the expectation of a transaction, is beautiful. I returned home, a week before my eighteenth birthday, and began the long process of figuring out what I actually believed, what I actually valued, and pursuing the things that filled me with joy at full speed, a road that I am still traveling.

#jeff buckley #exvangelical #i guess anyway #essay #zine #music zine #personal essay

[invisibleraven]

BINGO PROMPTS: soulmate au (15) for Carrie/Reggie?

Carrie Wilson never wanted a soulmate.

She grew up knowing that soulmates didn't really mean squat if her parents were anything to go by. Trevor and Paige met at one of his shows, connecting right away, hooking up in his green room and she followed him for the rest of the tour, Carrie coming along before the next album came out.

And Paige left before the next tour. No note, no explanation, and no matter how many investigators Trevor sent out, no one could find her.

So Carrie came to learn that soulmates didn't mean you stayed together. Thus making her wonder what the point was, and decided she was fine without one. No matter what the counter on her wrist said.

~

Reggie Peters couldn't wait to meet his soulmate.

Sure he knew that being soulmates didn't always solve things-his parents were prove enough of that. They had mated after meeting at some church function, and had been at each other's throats ever since. But they stayed together, through ever fight, every disappointment, every hardship.

Reggie wanted that, someone who would stick by him through thick and thing. Who was destined to love him, and together they would be a united front.

Sure, he knew sometimes you had to wait a long time to meet them, and sometimes you never did. But Reggie was positive that he would, the counter on his wrist said it would be a few years, which he was fine with waiting, and then, everything would be perfect.

~

Reggie was almost bouncing with excitement, he couldn't keep his eyes off the numbers ticking down. Sometime in the next hour, he was destined to meet his soulmate!

He was the last of his friend group to find their mate, with Luke and Julie being together since they were teens, Alex and Willie meeting not long after, and even Flynn had matched with Kayla once they entered college.

So Reggie was done waiting, and he looked up and around the fountain that made up the majority of the quad. This is where most every student passed to get to class, and sometimes sat to eat, or toss a coin. Sitting under the trees nearby to study or nap.

Right now though, Reggie was sitting on the ledge, knee bouncing as his leg went wild with nerves. He knew he should have let Alex stay, keep him calm but he didn't want an audience of his friends when he met his mate.

Suddenly he heard a crack of thunder and the skies opened up in a rare LA storm. "Shit!" Reggie yelled, debating running for the trees, but then the thunder crashed again, and even he knew that was the worst place to be if lightning struck, so instead he ran for the nearby building which thankfully had an overhang to take shelter under.

Once there he started wringing out his flannel, shaking like a dog to get the worst of the wet off, but that just made him shiver.

"Here," a voice said, and there was a towel thrust at him.

"Thanks," Reggie said, rubbing the warm cloth over his head, getting the worst of the rain from his hair. "You're a lifesaver."

"Nah, I just always carry a towel for after dance class," the voice said, and Reggie looked up.

Wow.

The girl before him was in a hot pink leotard and leggings, her honey blonde hair in a severe bun, but she had a kind smile and twinkling brown eyes. She was also giving him an appraising look over and seemed pleased with what she saw.

He handed her the towel back, but she pushed it into his arms. "Keep it, I've got lots."

"Thanks again," he said. "Is this where your dance class is?"

"Luckily," she replied. "Where were you headed?"

Reggie's eyes flew to his wrist, but the timer was gone. He had been so busy running from the rain he hadn't even noticed it disappearing. He could have passed his soulmate in the downpour and never have known it.

"Looks like nowhere," he said dejectedly. "I was waiting to meet my soulmate, as silly as that sounds. I must have missed her."

"You're better off honestly," she said. "Soulmates don't guarantee a happily ever after."

"Maybe not," he admitted. "But I wanted the chance to find out."

"Well I can't help you there, but you're welcome to come watch my class," she offered. "At least it's warm in there and you can dry off, hopefully it'll all be over by then."

"I'd like that." He offered her his hand. "Reggie."

"Carrie."

They shook, and Reggie noted her blank wrist. "Can I ask what happened with yours?"

"My what?" Carrie asked, leading him inside the studio, finding it relatively empty as most of the other girls probably using the rain as an excuse to avoid class.

"Your soulmate," Reggie replied. "Seems you had a bad experience."

"I haven't met my-" Carrie glanced down and saw her wrist was blank. The wrist that just that morning said today was the day she had been dreading. Then her eyes flew to the rather cute guy who so wanted the chance to meet her.

"I'll have to let you know," she replied. "After class, maybe we could take that chance over coffee?"

Understanding washed over Reggie's face and he beamed bright enough that Carrie was sure it chased every storm cloud away. "I'd like that."

Carrie still wasn't sure about soulmates, and Reggie was too sure of them. But together? They figured they could make it work.

There was always a chance.

#filled prompts #ficlet #jatp sweet tarts #julie and the phantoms

[gakehc]

My Sweet Enkeli: Chapter 8

"Enkeli": finnish word for "angel".

When Noah Sebastian met Nori Nurmi for the first time, he knew he wanted her more than anything. She was beautiful like an angel and dangerous like the devil.

♡ Author's note: It's the last chapter and I want to thank everyone who followed my first fanfic on tumblr. I apologize for taking so long to post it but I got a summer job that is keeping me really busy and tired so I don't have enough time to write. Please let me know your opinions, I would love to know your thoughts 🖤 don't forget to repost so more people can read it! CHAPTER 7 HERE!

♡ Warnings:  This is a work involving real people but it's 100% fiction written. Please remember that this is only for fun purposes and it doesn't reflect their real thoughts and behaviors. Don't take this work too seriously. +18 only. Smut, penetration, unprotected sex, really dirty talk (please always use condoms!!!!)

♡ Characters: Noah Sebastian × Nori Nurmi (OFC).

♡ Words: 3.022

Five months after the European tour, Forever Damned is about to start their U.S.A. headlining tour. Nori is beyond excited because Los Angeles is one of the cities where the band is going to play in two weeks and that is going to be the perfect opportunity to see Noah since he is not touring and focused on working on the next Bad Omens album. There's a calendar hanging on the fridge door at the tour bus, a heart drawing marking the date: October 21th L.A. GIG - Nori's handwriting. 

After Noah left Finland, Nori started to feel a huge hole in her life. She got used to being next to him everyday, listening to his voice and adorable laugh, looking deep into his brown enchanting eyes that always used to make her lose her posture. The hickeys that he left on her skin disappeared and she misses them, how they were the physical mark that he left on her to say that she belongs to him; she didn't even try to cover them with make-up. Nori never liked the thought about belonging to someone, she is a free woman and a free soul. But, for the first time, she likes it. Even though they talked everyday, things were not easy for them. Besides the time zone difference, they both got very busy with their careers so they almost had no time for proper phone or video calls. When they could finally make some time, it was not the same. Talking via phone calls was bad but seeing each other only by the cameras on their phones was torturing: they could see but not touch. All these difficulties made them realize that it's going to be better if they are still just friends. This is obviously not what their hearts want but is what their heads are telling them to do. Maybe, if they forget the idea of even trying to be a couple, they will get used to it. But that doesn't stop them from seeing each other when they have the opportunity and that's why Noah and Nori have plans to meet in a few weeks. He is going to watch her concert and she can't wait to look at the side of the stage and see him there, cheering and admiring her like he used to do when they were touring together. 

The band is staying in a hotel for the night because they didn't get lucky with the tour bus this time: the bunkers are extremely uncomfortable. Their tour manager found a nice hotel which had enough available rooms to shelter the whole band and the crew.

Meanwhile, Noah is preparing a surprise. He decided that he couldn't wait two weeks to see Nori so he traveled from Los Angeles to Seattle to meet her. Auri helped him with everything as she told him the address of the hotel the band is staying at and gave him her keycard to the door of the room that she was supposed to share with her bandmate.

It was not easy to make this decision. Noah had to think a lot about the consequences and had a serious talk with his bandmates before making any move, but he realized that it was what he wanted to do and his best friends supported him. Bad Omens is working on their next album so they are all settled at home, experimenting things and writing. That's why Noah decided that it's time for him to go after his happiness. 

He enters room number 504 slowly, trying to not make a sound. He takes his shoes off as he hears the sound of water running, his hand slowly turning the handle of the bathroom door as he hopes that it is unlocked. It's open! He lets out a silent “yes” while he takes a few steps in, seeing Nori's silhouette behind the water splashed glass. She is humming a random melody that makes Noah want to laugh but he holds it - he wants to surprise her. Carefully, he opens the glass door of the enclosure, peeking at a distracted Nori wiping the shampoo off of her hair. He stands there just looking at her for a few seconds, his eyes looking at her naked body from head to toe as his mind tries to reason. She looks just perfect as he remembered, like the Finnish goddess she is.

Soon, Nori opens her eyes and her heart beats fast when she sees Noah right there in front of her, biting her lower lip. Her eyes widen with surprise and a large smile appears on her face. She would never expect to see him now. 

“Are you real? Is that really you?” She asks.

“I think so” he giggles “I couldn't wait two weeks to see you so I decided to come after you”.

“Jesus christ! You're… insane! What about the album? Aren't you and the boys busy?”. 

“Kind of but we all agreed that it would be good if I take some time to travel and get inspired”. 

“That's perfect because I really needed someone to scrub my back”.

Nori quickly pulls Noah and makes him join her in the shower, his clothes and hair getting wet while their lips finally meet for the first time in months. They missed each other so much, how deliciously good it is to feel their tongues playing together. Noah has been counting the days to finally be able to have Nori in his arms again, to kiss her slowly so he can enjoy her taste, the way her tongue knows how to twirl with his own in the most perfect way. Her lips are still as soft as he remembered, tasting like strawberry lip balm like always do. It became his second flavor - it only loses to the taste of her pussy. 

“Fuck, I missed this…” she murmurs while Noah leave kisses on her wet neck.

“Lucky you I left my phone in my bag” he says.

“So what? Would you punish me if I had made you get your phone wet?”. 

“Definitely”.

“What would you do? Spank my ass?”.

“It sounds nice” he smirks. 

He rubs his nose on her cheek before kissing her again, her hands already working on his shirt. Their bodies are urging them to feel each other again, desperately wanting the maximum contact they can have. Noah pulls down his jeans and underwear together, quickly stepping out of them. He grabs her cheek as he pins her against the wall, tongue swirling inside her mouth as his cock starts to twitch against her crotch. With the other hand he grabs her thigh and lifts it around his waist so he has a better access to her arousal. 

“Fuck! How I missed your pretty wet pussy” he murmurs against her ear. 

“Fuck me, then”. 

Noah finally gets inside of her, feeling every inch of her core as he goes deep right in the beginning. Nori moans as she feels his length completely, they fit so perfectly it's like they were made for each other. He goes in and out at a steady pace, their eyes glued on each other as her hands grab his back. 

“I don't know if I can take much longer, angel”. 

“Shit! How I missed hearing you calling me angel! Don't worry baby, just go like that. It's feeling good already”. 

“Yeah, angel? I know you like me to call you that. My angel whore” he smirks. 

“I think I'm gonna come just by hearing your voice”. 

“So cum for me, then. You want me to go faster?”.

“Yes, please” she whimpers. 

“Anything for my angel”. 

Nori is so turned on and desperate that she quickly feels her orgasm growing, taking control of her as she tries not to moan too loud so the others in the hotel can't hear.

“That's right… Fuck, you're so beautiful when you are cuming” he says, a satisfied smile on his face.

“Now it's your turn, baby. Fill me”.

“I'm almost there… Shit!” He groans.

“I love to hear you groaning with pleasure” she giggles.

Knowing that, Noah makes sure to be louder when he feels his apex hitting, groaning and cursing right next to Nori's ear. They are both mesmerized by the moment, they waited so long to be together and it's finally real. They can't wait to spend every single minute of the night together. 

After taking a few minutes to catch their breaths, they wrap themselves in towels. Noah can't take his hands off of Nori as they walk towards the bed, his fingers digging through her hips while he holds her from behind. He rubs his nose against her neck, feeling the smell of her shower gel. Everything about Nori is so good to him that he feels his cock getting hard again. 

“I still can't believe you are here” she says before laying down on the bed.

“Me, too” he giggles shyly.

“We definitely can't be just friends, huh?”.

“Nope. Not a chance”.

“Will you stay to watch the concert tomorrow?”.

“Of course, I wouldn't miss anything!”. 

Noah doesn't want to mention the fact that he wants to stay longer than two days. He doesn't want to scare Nori with his hasty action. Maybe, tomorrow will be the perfect time for him to tell her about his plan and he wishes she also thinks that staying is a good idea.

•

The morning sun shines outside and the band is enjoying the good weather to visit the city before they have to go to the venue. But in Nori's room, the singer is sleeping tight. Noah is already awake, he's anxious to tell Nori that he wants to travel with her. There's two voices in his head, one saying that he should wait to tell her and the other one saying that it's better if he tells her as soon as possible. 

The room service just delivered a cart with a complete breakfast: pancakes, bacon, eggs, muffins, coffee and milk. There's also a red rose that he asked for as a gift for Nori. 

He carefully brushes the rose petals on her cheeks, waking her up. She opens her eyes slowly, the sunlight that comes from the window making her eyes even brighter in the most beautiful shade of green. She smiles as she sees Noah sitting on the bed, wearing just a white robe. His brown eyes watching her while he also smiles. 

“Good morning Enkeli” he says.

“Good morning… you remember!”. 

“The word? Yes, I do… my enkeli”. 

He locks his lips on hers, feeling how sweet it is to wake up with her - Noah really missed this.

“I'm starving!” She says, sitting on his side.

“There's food waiting for you. Really good waffles with strawberries”. 

“Thank God!”. 

Nori leaves the sheets that covered her body behind, walking naked towards the cart. She grabs a strawberry and gives it a bite. 

“Amazing” she says “What time is it? Did we oversleep?”.

“It's not late”.

“What time is your flight?”.

“Chill, Nori! Why don't you eat first?”.

“Because I want to know how much time I have with you before you leave”. 

Noah could make up an excuse but he decides to tell the truth because he knows Nori hates lies. 

“Actually I'm thinking about staying” he says, his voice soft just like a kid telling his mom he did something wrong. 

“What? How?”.

She is standing there facing him, one brow arched as she waits for an answer. Of course she would love to have him at her side, but she doesn't have any idea of how he is going to do this without prejudicing his role in the band. 

“I want to tour with you” he says like it's a simple thing.

“But honey…”.

Nori is extremely worried. The last thing she wants to happen is Noah having problems with his bandmates. If their relationship is going to cause him any trouble, she prefers to leave him. 

“I already talked to the girls, they are okay with my presence” he continues. 

“I'm not worried about them, I'm worried about your career. I know that you and the boys are working on the next album”.

“Yes but we all agreed that it's not a big deal if I work on the lyrics while I'm touring with you”.

“Noah, please…” she approaches him “Promise me. If I become a step on your way, you will let me know”.

“Angel…”.

“Please” her eyes start to water “I would hate myself if I become a problem. I will not be mad with you if you put your career in first place because I would do the same”. 

“I know” he caresses her cheek with his thumb “I promise. But I need you to promise me that we are gonna try”.

“Okay, I promise. I can do this”. 

A kiss is what seals their promises, Nori already working to open Noah's robe. He is also naked, which makes things easier for her. She grabs his butt, making him laugh between the kisses. Soon, they are in bed together, their bodies wrapped around each other as they face each other, their skin glued together as Noah's hands roam on her back going down to her butt, squeezing her buttcheeks. Noah's cock twitches when Nori bites his lower lip, her lips kissing his neck and biting his skin making him get even more turned on. 

“Aren't you starving?” He asks. 

“For you”. 

Noah lifts her leg and wraps it around his hip, finding the entrance to her arousal. He quickly penetrates her, making her leave a long moan of satisfaction just to feel him inside of her. His moves are slow, deep and hard while her moans are intense like he is killing her but is too much pleasure for her to handle. She closes her eyes, mouth open as she grabs her back and digs her nails on his skin. 

“Fuck…” she whimpers. 

Nori is still sensitive because of last night so her orgasm approaches her quickly, her core leaving Noah's cock milky and wet. She feels like she can't control her body anymore, her legs shaking while her appex takes over. Noah can feel how her walls are contracting around him, making it hard for him to hold on but he tries his best. He wants to make her cum one more time. 

“Can you give me another one?” He asks.

“I don't know, honey” her voice is weak. 

“I know you can”.

He goes faster, his thumb rubbing her clit in circular motions. He finds her sweet spot again and keeps going faster as her eyes become teary again. Sweat drips on her forehead and she shakes when a second wave of pleasure hits her, she doesn't have any strength in her body anymore. She grunts loud when a squirt comes out, wetting Noah's body and turning the sheets a huge mess. It's so damn sexy that Noah can't hold it anymore. He is about to cum, thrusting intensely inside of her. 

“Fuck… I love you Eleonoore, I fucking love you” he says before spilling his warm seed on her core. 

Nori tries to recover while Noah looks for a towel to clean the mess that they both are in. He said he loves her - two times! She doesn't know if the words came out in the heat of the moment or if he truly meant it, but it impacted her really hard. So much happened since last night and is too much for her to process. She feels so good on his arms, it's like her favorite place to be. If Noah really meant to say that he loves her, does she really love him back? 

•

The show is about to end and Nori feels like her heart is about to explode with happiness. Noah is standing at the side of the stage like he always did, watching her proudly. His eyes follow her movements like she is the only person there, his lips singing the lyrics of the songs that he has listened to every day since the end of their tour a few months ago, when he wanted to make sure what he feels for her, deep inside his heart, is something strong enough to survive between all the barriers that are going to be on their way. He wishes he could jump there in the center of the stage and sing with her, but he feels like it's better for his privacy if people don't know about their relationship. The last thing he wants is to see Nori being bothered by annoying people online. Now that they are physically together again he feels like he wants to be with her forever. 

When the show ends, Nori runs towards him and jumps on his arms just like she did that night in Helsinki. His perfume fills her nostrils as she buries her face in his neck, her heart beat loud and strong. Of course Nori thought about her feelings towards Noah, too. It was faster for her to realize that he was everything she ever wanted but the fact that they both have busy careers was what made her keep her feet on the ground. But, hearing him saying that loves her made her stronger to keep going and be with him for real. 

Their eyes are locked together, Noah wanting to say again something that he already did. He didn’t want to scare Nori but the words just came out of his mouth like he couldn't control it. He was feeling something so strong that he lost his direction. Looking at Noah's brown eyes and being in his arms after such an amazing concert makes Nori realize that she liked to hear it and she definitely feels the same. She promised him that she would try to be with him, and she is ready to commit to that. What the future holds for them is a mystery they are both longing to solve.

“I fucking love you too Noah Sebastian”.

“I love you enkeli”. 

♡ THE END ♡

#bad omens #jolly karlsson #nicholas ruffilo #nick folio #noah sebastian #noah sebastian fic

[gimletagain]

Going by their (Meghan's) past record I'm guessing the ball would start rolling on their "historical love-story" by the end of this week.

Started with Harry's papwalk with the dog last week. Followed by the rumoured ohtot of Meghan at Thanksgiving at the women's shelter cutty pies. Then the will/won't they about the awards. The last podcast episode will pick up some steam over Wednesday and Thursday because it had Trevor Noah. And she made some passive aggressive quotes about being a seed and being buried. Release date for the doc has been confirmed to be 8th. And Harry's book is now available for free on audible. And some met guy revealed how many threats Meghan received while a royal because of her race.

I'm guessing either Thursday or Saturday something would be out - either an appearance, a news, an excerpt or some confirmation. Most likely a papwalk. Then Meghan would stay in the news for another few days with something controversial. She will absolutely do the late night show appearance by mid December. The accept speech for the hope award would cause some controversy.

If I have to be cynical, I'd say that maybe she wants to reveal the release date for her doc the same way Taylor swift revealed her new albums release date during an acceptance speech recently.

It's also interesting that she invited Trevor and Andy Cohen for her last episode. That way she endured that there would be no croticiy from those two - either intelligent critiques (Noah) or slapstick, bitchy comments (Cohen). Most other talkshow hosts have also long stopped commenting on her or are anti-monarchy anyway. So this way she has inserted herself into the mainstream without much criticism. (It's a good PR move to legitimize herself).

This way she also stays somewhat relevant when Harry starts his book promo and remains insulated from whatever he says because she now actually has a podcast and mainstream presence, while he stays the crazy, vindictive one.

If I had to guess, I'd say they would drop this documentary the same way they dropped their 1st podcast, the Christmas special with Elton etc end of 2020. Without fanfare, but then promptly start with the book promo.

Maybe. It’s a possibility.

I still stand by my not happening theory. We will see.

There hasn’t been any “confirmation” of the date outside of page six, people, her beloved British tabloids, and online clickbait farms citing those sources like SheFinds. Today DM basically reheated the Page six article in the microwave and pushed it out again. All of which are her normal outlets.

Variety, Hollywood Insider, E!, TV Guide - basically the trades that literally exist to tell people when to park their butts on the couch or move theatres to watch things - have not touched this story at all.

Even the wording of the People article - the most “legitimate” source - is extremely short and suspect. “People has learned.” Not, “Netflix has confirmed” or even “Archewell has confirmed” or a “source close to the couple.” Just complete sketchiness. I’m actually shocked that People sunk to that level of sourcing, they usually at least make it clear that their news comes from a celeb’s official statement.

And yes, surprise drops happen for podcasts and even major albums. But very rarely filmed content.

Dave Chapelle is the only person with a special I can think of that has “surprise” content drops with Netflix. Even so, those specials were not his Netflix DEBUT content. The surprise drops have to do with his medium - as a comedian, he can just get up on a stage and deliver, and as long as a camera is rolling, Netflix is pretty good to go. They were also all unexpected one-offs in response to contemporary events: one in response to George Floyd’s murder, and another that addresses his controversial comments on the LGBTQ community at a speech at his high school.

[shoresphere]

me and you, and a very bad case of hopeless romanticism.

Hex Codes : #FFD400 #87CEEB

i have called the surface of this giant rock "home" for well over seventeen years, i've had quite a few experiences in regards to love; be it crushes, unrequited feelings, boyfriends, friends, family, pets, peers, passions, interests, and so forth. and to be perfectly honest, love is great. sure, it has its (very big) ups and downs most of the time but love has always been something that i find to be amazing. some people call it naïveté, i think "curiosity" is a better and less condescending term.

i've established that yes, the idea of love is a topic i find quite interesting. however, something that piques my interest a little more is the "color of love."

as someone who is absolutely obsessed with associating colors to every scenario, love is somewhat an enigma; it is something inconsistent, forever changing to those who experience it. no one sees and feels the same color as it is something that is quite up for interpretation. it is both warm and cool and some aspects are neutral, it is black and white yet the most colorful thought. it's quite surreal to think about.

platonic and familial love is something i would like to save for a different time though. as august is about to start, i'd like to say that i've had my fair share of colors associated with the chaos we call romantic attraction.

love had been pink, a love for a childhood best friend never to be requited. an experience i still hold quite dearly and has forever shaped a part of me.

it has been orange, a love that fell apart due to circumstance yet will always have so much respect for each other. a friend beforehand, and still a friend after all the wreckage our untimely love brought upon us.

it had been red, burnt my skin and burnt my heart as i let a man tear me down and build me back up all for his amusement. played by a cheater, a fraud, a heartbreaker, a liar, and a good-for-nothing idiot.

and love has been purple, a love that died the same way a candle in a rainstorm would. a slow and painful decay of not being given enough flame to keep the fire alive, not given a shelter for the love to thrive.

love had been bitter, left me bruised and battered far too many times. despite all of this, experiences give me new colors for my pallet. a sick way to look at situations but what is hurt if not an experience to enhance your art?

i'm still desperately hoping and begging that one day, the right color of love would come to me. for it to envelope me until i exhale my last sigh of content, before falling into the deep blackness of death.

maybe love will come to me soon, too.

and maybe, hopefully,

love comes in the form of you.

a blue boy i barely know but i would love to get to know. eyes that shine with artistry, lips that sing such a good melody, mind full of creativity, and a heart perfect for me made perfectly. a showstopper, head-turner, painfully amazing blue boy with skies as clear as day.

are those eyes actually hollow, full of self-pity? lips kept shut for an eternity when asked, how is he? mind fogged with misery? is your sky actually blue or is it the grayest, are they cloudy?

i would love to know who knows?

maybe this is just a crush, randomly passing by. i'll probably get over this soon. i probably won't.

what would i know? in the end, i am just a boy who is extremely fascinated with the thought and occurrence of love. the flaws and pros of it pique my interests, in such a way that even music could not capture my attention the same. it's methodical, it's scientific, it's a stupid kid's forever wish.

#poetry #colors #love #love me pls #hex codes #rant #aesthetic #i guess #idk what tags to use #i have a crush #he's cool #Spotify #playlist #writing #spilled ink #thoughts

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

I’m really trying to level with H and find the joke in it? But no matter which angle I view it from it just looks like a privileged asshole laughing at the lengths ppl who love and support him will go in order to see him. Maybe it was meant for his private story so only the other rich white ppl that follow him could have a laugh.

Do you remember when Donald Trump was campaigning and said this:

Harry’s Instagram post is laughing at his critics.

Harry’s fans, having seen evidence of all the ways he datamines them, uses dynamic pricing, does residencies to push costs onto them, uses them as tax shelters for “donations,” sells them exorbitant, ugly merch, views them as idiots who will buy $30 nail polish and ugly tote bags for $60… still support him.

In spite of holding fans’ tour money without explanation for two years, and not giving them the stage-side seats they paid for, and delivering physical albums months late and in poor condition, and not interacting with them; in spite of bad acting, writing about women’s genitals as lascivious objects, treating women as playthings; in spite of his bad acting and poor interviews.

Harry can’t lose them.

If he made fans lose their jobs to see him? Can’t lose them.

If he insulted their [low] intelligence? Can’t lose them.

Makes friends with Winston and Degeneres and Corden? Flaunts pandemic rules as people were dying in ICUs? Breaks up a household with small children, dumps the older mom-director (whom he used but can’t even acknowledge) as soon as movie promo is over? Can’t lose them.

The joke is on Harry’s critics. It’s a big fuck you. His fans aren’t ever going to leave him.

#harry styles

[harmonicabisexuals]

7 and 23 for the musical asks game!

*shows up three days later with coffee* sorry i was busy and forgot about this ask lmao

7. do you prefer cds, streaming, or vinyl?

I actually have a very complex answer to this lol...I definitely always prefer physical media over streaming but I am also a hypocrite who loves the convenience and portability of streaming so I still have an apple music account and use it almost every day. That being said, there are some albums that are just MADE to be listened to on vinyl and I am very proud of my vintage vinyl collection and very sad I had to leave 98% of it at my parents house bc I just recently moved to Europe. (for example, one of my most unpopular opinions is that I actually like the wall of sound production on ATMP, but I also think it sounds so much better on my original press vinyl than it does on streaming, so that makes me wonder if the medium people are listening to 60s/70s albums on are influencing their opinions on them, particularly on their sound and production). On the other hand, I have mixed feelings about the current vinyl boom bc while buying physical media is always good, in my experience a lot of these new albums that often come out with multiple limited edition vinyls (ex. taylor swift) are 1) not produced in a way to sound the best on vinyl since everything is done digitally these days, and 2) the actual quality of vinyl presses has gone down SO much even in just the past 5 years that a lot of these new releases and even new presses of older albums just sound shitty or have skip problems right out of the package. Seriously, I started buying vinyl around 2014 and I never had these types of problems with brand new presses until the last 3 years or so. So in that case, now if I really like a new release album enough to buy a physical copy of it and I think the production style won't translate as well on vinyl and/or I don't trust the company that does the vinyl pressings for the artist I'll buy it on CD instead!

23. how did you discover your favorite artist?

It's impossible for me to choose a definitive favorite artist but I am deep into a Bob Dylan phase rn because my life is very stressful and uncertain atm and his whiny singing and blaring harmonica always relaxes me lmao. so I guess we'll go with that. I first discovered bob in high school when I listened to "like a rolling stone" and it literally altered my brain chemistry. so I always loved that song and a few others here and there but never really did a deep dive on him (I think I tried to listen to highway 61 revisited and blonde on blonde and didn't really Get It at the time) but about a year ago I started listening to Joan Baez and I fell in love with her and her bob covers, and I was like okay maybe I'll give him another shot and then weirdly enough I stumbled across "shelter from the storm" after rewatching jerry maguire dkfsjkdf and listened to all of blood on the tracks and the rest is history <3

Send me Music Asks! (I promise to actually respond this time)

#asks #music asks #anon

[ifellforittwice]

It's ''The Show'' release day!! ok, first of all: i LOVED it. Niall really delivered his most cohesive and well thought project ever. Here's my top3:

1. My favorite song was the ''The Show''. My only criticism on this one is that it wasn't the first or last track on the album. The production is so beautiful... it sounds so big and kind of dramatic in the sense an opening/ending song of a show (a musical maybe) would be and his vocals are so solid and just great. It's such a good a reflection on life itself, on the difficulties we go through and on growing up because of them. My favorite lines from this one are: "lookin' at the sun our whole lives we're blinded by the lights" and "life is like a board game some of the time".

2. My second favorite: Never Grow Up. I can't even describe how in love with this song I am. It is kind of nostalgic, i think? It SOUNDS nostalgic. The production is amazing and his "la-la-la"s give that vibe, yk? And it's all about being with someone and hoping to live a life with them, but not losing the magic of what made you fall in love. It's hard to pick just a few lines from this one because the whole song is about Niall giving examples of how he hopes he and his partner will be years ahead, but i just wanna say that "hope we grow old, but we never grow up" sums it up pretty well.

3. Closing my top3: If You Leave Me. I loved the way this song was produced. For me, it was really brilliant to hear the way his voice got put further away and the instrumental jumped forward. It feels like it was heavier and louder and almost cacophonous (especially in the chorus), because this track is when he "wakes up from his dream" and is forced to reflect on the devastating consequences of losing The One if it ever really happens. Anyway, this song has way too many amazing lines but oh my God... ''if you leave me hope you know that you're sentencing me to a life on my knees'' is Niall at his best regarding lyricism.

(I also want to give a quick honorable mention to Save My Life. The melody on this one is so pretty and dreamy. And I love how he describes loving on this song: "it gives me shelters but leaves me open").

#1d boys #niall #god i'm not even home but i need to say something i'm going insane #i fucking love him more than anything #album: the show #song: the show #song: never grow up #song: if you leave me #i think the rest of my ranking would go: #5. Meltdown - 6. On A Night Like Tonight - 7. Must Be Love - 8. You Could Start A Cult - 9. Heaven - 10. Science #m.

[wildishmazz]

Well this got rambly

Starmania is intriguing. It has so many random elements that feel like vestigia from rewrites, and this feeling is never stronger than when listening to the 1990 Tycoon album after getting familiar with Starmania(Edition Rouge, anyhow, the 1989 version).

It's perfectly possible that Tim Rice didn't know what happened in the show and made it up as he went along, and no-one dared to correct him when he seemingly reassigned songs by including the wrong character details or hints of backstory in them, but it’s far more interesting to go from the assumption that he was writing according to a planned major rewrite that never actually materialised.

The most obvious indication of this is Nobody Chooses, because while it's understandable that Rice might confuse the fading movie star for the tv presenter or maybe even the antiestablishment terrorist mastermind, I don't see that anyone could reasonably completely rewrite a song to change it from an angry young man telling his tragic backstory to an omniscient narrator's(accurate) commentary on the doomed romantic relationships in the story by accident. Additionally, recycling Banlieue Nord as Nobody Chooses would mean that it couldn't go in the same place in the plot.

This would then explain why A Little Damage Done has a more persuasive tone to it than Quand On Arrive En Ville, adding the sentiment of "embrace the cause, we know you know we're right", and overall sounding like a direct response to the questions Cristal was asking immediately prior to Banlieue Nord, if it were moved to Banlieue Nord's position from its place near the beginning. It would excise from there reasonably cleanly - the libretto would simply go directly from Roger Roger's news bulletin about the Black Stars straight into Marie-Jeanne talking about them in the bar, and introducing them in person. The trouble would then be that they wouldn't be introduced with a bang.

So maybe they could have half of Il Se Passe Quelque Chose À Monopolis(which even scans better as "Something's Going On In Monopolis", though it doesn't actually exist on the English album), and crossfade the song into the news report, giving them time to get to the next scene.

And Tim Rice's lyrics to Le Monde Est Stone, The World Is Stone, sound like they should be in Cristal's mouth, or maybe Stella Spotlight's - it sounds less like the words of the world-weary robot barmaid who yearned to see the sun and had a hopeless crush on a gay man than the revelations of one of the sheltered, privileged women who only recently came face to face with the harsh reality of the lives of the 99%. Which then suggests that maybe Cristal wasn't going to die.

But then, Only The Very Best requires that she was. And making the last line "Oh, it's getting cold"(and including "I was immortal, til today") strongly implies that Johnny was going to die too, which he didn't at the end of SOS d'un Terrien de Détresse. And doesn't "only the very best, reasonable request" sound more like something that would come out of Zero Janvier(unholy amalgamation of Donald Trump and Elon Musk)'s mouth than street brawler Johnny Rockfort's? At the very least, you could reassign the song to the titular Tycoon and it wouldn't sound wrong.

Le Reve de Stella Spotlight is absent from Tycoon, no Dream of Stella Spotlight is recorded, so does that perhaps suggest that it was going to be cut and Stella go straight into Stone instead?

And thinking of Stella Spotlight(Eva Peron by way of Norma Desmond), Rice references her apparently famous persona "Babydoll" in two songs, You Get What You Deserve and Farewell to a Sex Symbol, allowing the inference that she was going to sing both. Why would Sadia, revolutionary mastermind, be referencing "Babydoll, teenage queen" in her introductory number, and bragging about all the different roles she can play? Seems more like the defiant declaration of an aging movie star insisting that she’s not past it to me, rather than a version of Travesti, Sadia's original "I'm trans and fuck you if you've got a problem with that" manifesto.

And then in the show generally there are the scifi dystopia elements established early on - the world is homogenised, no-one gets to see the sky any more, everyone has a number on their back(is that what the black stars on their jackets are obscuring?) - that just sort of get mentioned once then dropped. And the implication is there at the start that though the official line is that there is no crime in Monopolis except that perpetrated by the Black Stars, that official line is a smokescreen - the Black Stars may throw a few bricks through windows, and release press statements taking responsibility for any disruption, but they’re largely innocent of the crimes they’re accused of. We see them blamed for a breakdown of the ventilation system in a commuter tunnel. I mean, come on - that sounds much more like an official body shirking responsibility for an accident caused by poor maintenance by blaming those pesky ne'er-do-wells who cause havoc for absolutely no reason at all they just like chaos and certainly aren't political activists trying to draw attention to the fact that Monopolis is not "this bloody perfect town", actually, it's a "damned metropolis", a harshly stratified society with those at the bottom living in squalid tunnels where they never get to see the sky and those at the top dancing in a penthouse nightclub called "Naziland". But these things mostly get mentioned once and then never really come back.

I wish I was a better fanfic writer, there's so much here to work with.

#Starmania #I have ADHD and can't take medication #but I think you already suspected that #if you read this far