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queen-rogah · 5 years
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A Night to Remember (Joe Mazello x Reader)
Summary: Your life-long friend Rami called you in to come with them in a Queen+Adam Lambert concert. It turns out you'll be facing your celebrity crush, Joe Mazello
Warnings: None. Just pure cuteness of the whole cast and the pairing :)
Word Count: 1.6k words
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"Y/N! Darling, I have to tell you something!."
You smile to hear Rami's voice through your phone. It's been months since you talked to your life-long friend ever since you two are in middle school. You have parted ways in college but through his acting career, you got in touch with him after all the years you didn't see him. One of his major films is the Queen biopic Bohemian Rhapsody that really sent his career to the top. People and movie critics loved him and the rest of the casts in portraying the legendary band. You remember the time that Rami will call you to come with him on set to meet all of the people working behind the huge film. And there you met Joseph Mazello, the eccentric guy that sends laughs and joy in set. You liked him as he played John Deacon of Queen, playing along with that British accent and learning on playing the bass guitar. He's just so nice and kind and funny, that's where you realized you started to like him, like literally like him.
You already entitled him as your celebrity crush.
"Hey Rami! What's up?." You responded, pacing around your room as you grip your phone inside your hand. You're always giddy when Rami calls, especially when he's hanging out with Joe and the others.
"I was thinking that you should come with us." He said through the line as you furrowed your brows in confusion.
"Where?." You asked.
"You know...in a Queen plus Adam Lambert concert. Brian and Roger actually invited us and got us some seats already, then meet with them backstage after their show." He explained and you're just left speechless because you can't explain how excited you're getting right now.
It's your first time to go in a Queen concert. It's sad because you have never seen Freddie Mercury live as he sings their songs, but...this is the opportunity.
"Well yes I'll go! I will never say no to Queen!." You yelled in excitement and squeal in happiness as you hear Rami laughing.
"So it's settled then. The rest of the group will come with us too. Lucy, Gwil, Ben and Joe." He said as you abruptly stopped in your tracks when you heard his name.
"Oh. Okay, I'll be seeing you guys okay? I'm freaking excited." You said.
"We'll be picking you up later. Be ready by 7pm alright Y/N?." He asked and you nod your head, even though he won't see it.
"Yeah sure, of course. 7pm it is!."
"See you Y/N, miss you so much. Mwah!." He chuckles and you smiled sweetly.
"Mwaaah! See you Rami!."
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You have wore your best clothes, even though you have spend hours in picking these clothes in your closet. You didn't applied that much makeup because you'll just end up crying in the middle of that concert, especially when Adam Lambert will be singing Who Wants to Live Forever live. That song really sends you in the state of sadness.
Your eyes widened when you heard a honk outside your apartment, knowing that will be them already, so you took your sling bag and left your home. You see Rami, Lucy and Ben in the backseat while Gwilym is sitting on the passenger seat, well, Joe is driving the car. As always. You waved your hand at them as Rami opened the car door for you to get inside with them, he quickly gave you the sweetest kiss on the cheek and hugged you tightly, Lucy hugged you too and Ben shyly wrapped his arms around your shoulder as a short hug. He's damn cute, but Joe's cuter though oops.
"Hey Y/N, how are you?." Gwilym asked by the front seat as you grinned up at him.
"I'm good, thanks Gwil!." You responded with a huge smile on your face. You have missed these people so bad, thank God you're meeting them again tonight. Joe finally drive away from your street and you have posted on your IG story doing a boomerang video with Rami, Lucy and Ben in the  backseat.
"So Y/N, Rami told me you have never gone to a Queen concert, like ever in your entire life." Joe spoke to you as you stuttered some words at first.
"Uh yeah, I am but I'm really lucky to have you guys and because of you guys, I'm now seeing Queen live. I'm excited!." You exclaimed and you see Joe smiled at you by the rear view mirror.
You blushed, almost looking like a ripe tomato.
The drive to the venue where they are playing is fast since traffic is not that heavy. So, when Joe parked the car, you all left the car as you grin in excitement again. Rami, Lucy, Gwil and Ben partnered up together while they left you with Joe. So, you're walking beside Joe towards the venue.
"How's life Y/N?." Joe suddenly asked you as you turn your look at him.
"It's fine. I've found a job actually and planned on visiting my family house by next month, so...it's going great. Life's going great." You smiled and he looked on the ground, smiling too.
"Well what about you Joe?." You added, making him look at you again.
"Overwhelmed I guess? Since the movie is actually loved by many people, that pressured me to become a better actor, like the best actor I will ever do. That movie pushed me to become on trying my best, even though I will never reach my goal, what's important is I did my best." He said. You we're astonished on his words, those words were so true as you can see his facial expressions.
"I'm very proud of you Joe, so much. I'm so proud to all of you in the movie. You're actually the best version of yourself as an actor now Joe, for me." You gripped his shoulder as he softly put his hand on top of yours.
Your moment with him fades away when Gwil suddenly called you both to keep up with them. Your movements came faster to catch up with the rest of the group and now you're getting inside the venue. Your eyes widen to see the arena, full of fans that are getting in their seats. Your seats are just close to the VIP sections, so it's the best seat to watch the band.
"Queen is just timeless." You said with a sigh as they all agreed with you.
"They go on forever." Ben said as you nod your head at him.
You waited for minutes until the lights finally dimmed down, the crowd is getting high and when they finally got onstage. Your body fired up as the iconic song We Will Rock You was played by Brian, Roger and Adam, together with their band that is supporting them. They looked glorious. Adam looked so committed and passionate in singing the iconic songs that Queen made for years and years. Brian and Roger still playing their songs until now because when music is still alive. Queen is still alive.
The stomp, stomp, clap intensifies in the energy of the crowd. Even you, your movements are so loud and you all shouted the lyrics in joy. Then the second song, Tie Your Mother Down was on, you never stopped banging your head and jumping up and down with the beat. You also laughed at Gwil and Joe doing the air guitar as you all enjoyed the strong melody and tone of the song. It's just only the two songs, this concert will tire the hell out of you and it would be fucking worth it.
After so many songs played, the band paused for a while to interact with the crowd. Adam asking if you're all having a good time tonight as you all yelled a huge yes to him. He introduced Brian and Roger as they waved their hands to greet the crowd, they are glowing in happiness right now. And when Brian suddenly took his selfie stick as he puts his phone on that thing and struts with it around the stage, getting all the crowd as they waved to the camera recording.
Well, Joe being the extra ass he is, he suddenly asked Gwil if he wants to sit on his shoulder to be in Brian's video. Gwil didn't hesitate but to crouch down and let Joe sit on his shoulder. Gwil just effortlessly stood up as he support on Joe by holding on his thighs on either side of his face. They looked happy and you're feeling damn happy. Rami, Lucy, Ben and You started to film Joe and Gwil waving at Brian as he noticed you all in the crowd since you're not that far away. He pointed at all of you as you all cheered in happiness.
You didn't want this moment to end, you just want to spend more time with them. But you just remembered that they are still busy in promoting the film. Interviews and other programs they will go into will keep them busy in months. So in this moment, every minute, every second. You want to cherish it.
You already entitled this as the Night to Remember.
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seesiderendezvous · 5 years
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a night at the opera vibes but it’s movie scenes
death on two legs (dedicated to...): a group of friends working an office job just gathered enough strength between them to tell off the boss and collectively quit. they made a big scene packing their stuff and walking out, and now they’re all walking downtown with cardboard boxes of their things. they don’t know what they’re going to do next, and none of them have enough money to last them as long as they’d like, but they’re giddy and giggly on adrenaline.
lazing on a sunday afternoon: the protagonist has just moved to a new city, and they’re in their bare apartment with white walls and no carpet. suddenly they stand up and leave, all of a sudden determined to get off their ass and discover what the city has to offer. cue a short montage of them at the zoo, and on a bike.
i’m in love with my car: the protagonist said ‘fuck it’ and left their studies to pursue music like they’d always wanted. they play this song sloppily to people who don’t care in a bar, but with passion and a clear love for their art. the people hired to play drums and bass don’t quite get the hype. yet.
you’re my best friend: the protagonist lays on their bed, face down as this song plays through a phone with too much treble. they’ve just been broken up with in the car, and they asked to be driven home immediately. they put on this song because it had always made them happy and smily, but now it reminds them how things aren’t like this anymore. the sweetness has turned sickening and they want to turn it off.
‘39: the protagonist enters an open mic night to this song played only on acoustic, and is immediately captured by the good looking person singing along. they wait to go to their seat, and just stand near the doorway as the singer plays along. the lyrics are good, sure, but they are just that much better being sung by that beauty.
sweet lady: the protagonist has never had a significant other, and their best friend had informed them that that needed to change, so they began setting the protagonist up on dates that are all very surface level. they are appreciative, but nobody is really working. they wonder if they’re just meant to be alone at the end of every night.
seaside rendezvous: a couple is forbidden to see each other by overbearing parents and strict rules, but every night, a boy throws pebbles (cheesy, he knows,) at his girlfriend’s window to get her attention. they sneak out together without their phones and drive all around, trying to get the car cold enough to offset the muggy air outside. their favorite thing is to go into the ocean in their clothes.
the prophet’s song: a rough demo of the song is brought in to show a young boy’s mentor. the boy looks up to him very much and is nervously bouncing his leg as they listen to the whole thing together. he’s proud of it. he watches the older man’s face as he listens, and as it ends, the man gives an approving nod. ‘you’ve got something there.’
love of my life: a man sits alone in his living room, his wife has decided to leave him. he saw it coming, but hearing her say it still hurts like it did when he first started noticing things. he doesn’t know what he’s going to do without her; she’s all he knows. the house is quiet without her footsteps.
good company: the protagonist is seen at a desk in a home office, writing hastily on a paper. it’s a letter, not the first but one of many that were sent to friends they were trying to desperately keep. letters walked all the way down to the post office, sent all at once. they received one back once in a while, but they were few and far between. they still did greet the mailman every day though, often being greeted by an empty hand.
bohemian rhapsody: the protagonist is sitting on their tiny balcony, and the air is starting to cool as the night sets in. they watch shops turning their lights off, and pedestrians hailing cabs and walking away from the city center to get home to their families. they’re alone in the city, but they aren’t lonely. they are beginning to see how everything fits together, and everthing is connected. nobody is really alone, are they?
god save the queen: the protagonist stands upon a pedestal, looking at all they have won. a whole kingdom belongs to them now, and they are ready to rule with a fair hand, much unlike the last ruler. they will make their wife queen, and their children princes and princesses. they feel power, and they catch themselves. they wonder if this intoxicating feeling will lead them to the same state they just saved themselves from. 
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angrylizardjacket · 5 years
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And All The Queen’s Men {Roger Taylor}
A/N: 5486 words. Okay wow. Please bare with me, this is a long one and also a bit of a different one. Written in the style of a Rolling Stone article. Finished it at 7am. Prompt & support from the lovely @ginghampearlsnsweettea
[And All The Queen’s Men ‘verse masterpost]
Warning: Minor character death, in both senses, it’s a baby, it’s not graphic it’s just mentioned, but just thought I should let you know.
And All The Queen’s Men: how the lines blurred between Queen and and the Queen of Jazz Rock.
An article almost two years in the making, after their last tour, which I was invited along to in order to write the initial article, the rock sensation Queen split, a decision, I am lead to be believe, was instigated by front man Freddie Mercury, and though Giselle Jones had continued to make music, even before her very public, on-stage breakdown, her lawyers had me keep the article to myself. Now, with the band’s reunion, and Live Aid having been a massive success with both powerhouse musical names coming back into the public eye, I’ve invited them back to my office for one last interview, but mostly to beg them to let me publish this article.
Which, obviously, they allowed.
It’s 1985, and with them all sitting in front of me, I feel a sense of deja vu. There are some changes, of course, Roger Taylor’s hair is shorter, Giselle Jones is wearing jeans and a sweater rather than her well-known cocktail dress, but John Deacon’s still smiling at me, Brian’s looking about the room, perhaps seeing if anything’s changed, and Freddie Mercury’s draped casually on the left of the only non-Queen member of the bunch. 
But before I get into the past two years, maybe I should take you back a bit, to when Giselle and Queen began collaborating.
Giselle Jones began in the late sixties as the front-woman of a swing band in a thirties theme pub known as Modern Glamour. Tall, elegant, with a voice like honey, she had a small following of regulars that frequented the pub, but had kept her passion from music from her family, claiming she was merely a waitress at the establishment, since her father was an executive at EMI, and she didn’t want to seem like the subject of nepotism.
However, one fateful day, her father brings music industry giant to the pub for lunch, hoping to catch Giselle at work and introduce her, but as you know, they both got a lot more than they bargained for. Foster sees potential in her, and offers her a contract if she’s willing to modernise her act, and as we all know, she does.
When Giselle releases her first album in 1970, Velvet Roses, which would be the first and only “Jazz” record to hit the Top 40 charts for that year, Queen are still playing pub gigs around London, though they’re looking at recording their first album, which would eventually get EMI’s attention, but that’s still not for a while. At this point, they’re the biggest fish in a very small uni-pub pond, and they need the means to grow. So out goes the band’s van, for one night in a recording studio.
“Like, in retrospect, of course it was the right decision.” Taylor leans against the back of the sofa he’s sitting on in my office in 1982, voice contemplative and fingers locked together as he looks into the past. “But I was twenty-two at the time, selling my van was a big deal.”
“A big enough deal that you wrote a song about it.” Giselle adds, sitting beside him in the middle of the sofa. Deacon hides a smile though May doesn’t hide his snort of laughter. 
The smirked remark is at odds with her look. While the boys are all in various states of brightly patterned shirts and jeans, looking casual and comfortable; Giselle wears white, sequinned, off-the-shoulder gown that hugs her figure and hits the floor, a slit in the thigh where her leg crosses, dark skin a stunning contrast to both the white fabric of her dress, and the leather of my sofa. Hands folded in over her knee, there’s not a singular hair out of place where she’s got it slicked back; I can’t look at her directly, she’s so focused and well put-together that it’s like staring at the sun.
The contrast has always been apparent in their various works, though Mercury has, in the past, cited her as an early inspiration for his desire to add a certain classical gravitas to rock and roll, and though she hasn’t publicly stated anything, the amount of covers Giselle has performed lived could fill an album. And now, here they are, about leave for a double-billed tour of the US, which I have been asked to join.
But their connection goes back much further than this, all the way back to 1975, to the release of the smash-hit single Bohemian Rhapsody That very same year, Giselle releases her fifth single, Dinner and a Show, a lyrically dissonant, heart pumping anthem that’s a metaphor for the way any type of review fuelled her, since it meant people were talking about her work. 
You serve yourself on a platter; your putrid delights, / yet how can I refrain? / You don’t come to flatter, you don’t want to go / so come on baby, / don’t you know? / You’re treating me to dinner and a show.
Giselle’s usually silky performance is turned into a masterclass of vocal gymnastics as she slides easily from the rough intensity of rock and roll, to the smooth purr of jazz as she sings about eating critics for breakfast.
They say a free mind makes the meat so tender / now you’re on the menu and I’m a big spender
The song itself comes as a response to her former manager about how her “aggressive” move to music that more stylistically rock and roll was alienating older audiences, though Foster, still her producer at the time, was pushing for her to skew to a younger audience, and it seemed as though he had gotten his way.
The real change, however, was the B-Side of the record. After speaking to Jim “Miami” Beach, Queen’s lawyer, regarding potentially covering one of the band’s songs, Giselle reveals that she was eventually told to just ask them directly.
“I gave Miami a letter that basically explained that I’d like to cover one of their songs for my new album,” Giselle gives me a thin smile, and I feel like I’ve done something wrong, even though I’m assured by Brian that her public persona “is just like that sometimes”. 
“- and I thought it was a joke! I said ‘yeah, sure, what’s the worst that could happen’.” Mercury laughs, leaning forward elbows on his knees and eyes shinning with amusement. “I did not believe for one second that Giselle, Giselle-” repeating her name for emphasis, his hand comes to quickly rest on hers where she still has them perfectly still on her knee, a moment of solidarity, “wanted anything to do with us. Hand Held Heart had been at the top of the US charts for almost three whole weeks the year before.” Letting out a long, wistful sigh, Mercury sits back, still grinning, though he’s got this far away look on his face now. 
“So we’d been stuck on a farm, recording A Night At The Opera for weeks with no outside communications, ” May fills in where Mercury’s faded into his own memories, and Taylor slings arm around Giselle where she’s actually relaxed somewhat, hands now in her lap. Curiously, she doesn’t shrug him off. “And when we get back, it turns out that she’s put a jazz cover of Jesus, yeah, that song from our first album, on the B-Side of her newest single.”
“Freddie practically had a heart attack.” Deacon adds, patting Mercury’s shoulder fondly.
In her own way, she was continuing the trend that Dinner and a Show had started, and that seven-inch single would bestow upon Giselle the title of Queen of Jazz Rock. It hadn’t been the first time she had acknowledged the band publicly, by the time she had released the single, her public persona had gained enough traction that, a few months prior to her recording of the cover, a reporter had asked if Killer Queen, Queen’s biggest hit at the time, had been written about her. The question had been caught on camera by the reporter after one of her tour stops in the Midwest of America; the footage is a favourite of fans, including myself, of the way she doesn’t even turn, simply calls over her shoulder, ‘they should be so lucky’, and she gets into her waiting car.
“I never took offence,” Mercury tells me, both in 1982, and 1985, as I bring it up both times to consolidate the origins of their musical partnership.
“You wouldn’t, you were all starry-eyed for her back then.” Taylor leans back to address Mercury behind Giselle’s head, but only when he says it the first time, in 1982. 
“It was a bit of a dig at us,” Deacon agrees with the drummer, nodding before shrugging. “A lot of good came out of it, though.” The others seem to agree, but Giselle herself has stayed quiet. For the first time since the interview started, she looks away from me, gaze dipping as she seems inclined to speak, though she takes her time to weigh up her words before she says them, wondering exactly what will and will not be printed.
“It was a bit of s**t thing to say. I was twenty-four and I panicked, I had to keep up my... this persona.” She gestures now to herself, breaking the entire physicality as she lets herself lean back, and I feel like I can breathe, seeing her act so human. Adjusting, she lets herself rest of the slightest of diagonals, shoulder to shoulder with Taylor’s arm still around her, now with Mercury petting her knee in solidarity.
Once in the tour bus, the difference between Giselle Jones, the woman, and Giselle, the singer and personality, becomes almost jarring to see. As soon as we get into the bus, she strips off the gown she was wearing, I turn away, though the others don’t seem to be bothered by it, May takes the dress to a waiting assistant by the door, and when I turn back, she’s in a pair of sweat pants and Taylor is tossing her shirt several sizes too big for her. For the first time since I’ve learned about her, Giselle looks comfortable, looks approachable and, for lack of a better word, non-robotic, taking a hairbrush from a drawer and flopping onto one of the beds as she brushes out the gel, apparently not bothering with a shower just yet.
“I showered this morning.” She seems to have caught my confused look, and explains herself. With her guard lowered in the familiar situation, her natural voice shines through, a rich, yet feminine alto, reminiscent of her singing voice. It adds to the list of things that add character to her beyond what her “persona” could ever convey. Or perhaps that’s the point.
The bus itself is almost too small for the five performers, and I’m certain it won’t fit me, but Giselle and I watch as they cram a blow up bed onto the kitchen table. It looks stable, and for the opportunity to experience living in such close quarters with such big names, I’d take anything.
“Sorry, darling, Paul takes the only spare bed.” Mercury informs me as I shimmy up onto the bed to test if it would hold. I had thought that the vehicle was at capacity, though it does make sense that the band’s day-to-day manager, Paul Prenter, would be travelling with them. That being said, I hadn’t realised there was even a spare bed, there was only five, perhaps none of them had wanted to be subjected to the blow up bed and decided to share instead.
When we finally get on the road, I get to finally see their true dynamics emerge. We all know the Queen dynamics by now, brotherly yet volatile, at times. I had worried for Giselle at times, the concept of living with four men (five if you count Prenter, who Giselle does not seem to, when I ask her about it, though I don’t think that’s a subject I should pry about, judging by the look on Taylor’s face where I can see him lounging at the back of the bus). However, I should have not have been worried; first of all, despite the youthfulness of their appearances, performances, and spirit, these are all men in their 30s, Giselle herself being 31 at the time of writing (1982), and they all have experience living with women, and with each other.
“First tour was a nightmare.” Deacon’s joined me on the blowup bed, is sipping tea as we travel along. “We learned real quick how disgusting close quarters can be.” He’s a quiet soul, but observant, and honestly I really enjoy his company. Anyone who can weather over a decade of rock and roll and come out as calm as him deserves some sort of recognition. “It’s much better now. Mostly.” He smiles like it’s an inside joke, but won’t elaborate. Giselle and Taylor refuse to clarify what he means by that, May just laughs when I ask him, directing me back to ask Taylor and Giselle, and Mercury calls them all gossips.
It’s something about the tour lifestyle that must bring out the childishness in them all, which comes out strongly during dinner. They shove my blowup bed into the sleeping quarters when dinner is served, and the five of us manage to cram into the tiny booth the bus allows. May, Deacon and Giselle are in charge of cooking dinner, sausages, potatoes, and peas, since apparently Prenter and Mercury have taken lunch duties, and Roger has put himself in charge of getting coffee and tea for everyone in the morning.
“We should really eat breakfast.” Giselle muses through half a mouthful of food.
“I do!” Deacon, next to me, comes back with, pouring some more peas onto his plate.
“You just eat cereal from the box, Deaky, that’s not breakfast.” Taylor counters him, which just causes the rest of the table to devolve into an argument about what counts as breakfast. Prenter, who has joined us for the meal, looks like he’d rather be napping or still driving, and makes quiet work of his meal.
Roger Taylor goes to sleep after me, and wakes up before I do, and I’m not sure how he does it. Or where he sleeps, the other beds seem taken. He wakes me up on the first morning by shoving my bed, which slides a few centimeters, but isn’t about to fall off it’s perch.
“You want coffee?” I’m barely functioning at this point, and his question baffles me. “Tea? Coffee? Deaky’s cereal? We got some left over sausages.” He lists off, probably due to my clear confusion, he seems exasperated, even though he’s definitely wearing pyjamas too. He’s still scowling a little when I tell him how I like my coffee, but he doesn’t complain, and it tastes exactly like I like it when he hands it over. The bus is stationary, so he can put the cups by the bedsides of those they are for, but interestingly enough he joins me on the table/bed. 
I know the origin story of Queen, I think everyone does at this point, so I ask him instead about the subject of my article; how Queen got involved with Giselle.
“You wanna know how I met Giselle?” It’s not exactly what I asked, but he’s already thinking about it, looking past me to the sleeping quarters with a frown. He plays absent-mindedly with the chain around his neck, and with the ring attached to it. “I thought everyone knew about that, the whole thing where we hated each other from the start?” When I ask if it was true, he actually laughs, though it’s more a snort of derision, if I’m being honest. “Of course not. Mostly.” They all seem to like that word, I hadn’t taken them all to be vague.
“I told him to take a long walk off a short pier.” Giselle will clarify for me later that day, joining me as I take a smoke break at one of our bathroom stops, not that there isn’t a toilet on the bus, they just try to avoid using it as much as possible. She doesn’t smoke, claims she never has, but enjoys the company, while the boys are buying snacks at the gas station. I ask when it was, she gives me another thin smile, but not like it had been in the office. Here it’s the punctuation to an earlier joke rather than a judgement.
She tells me about how she actually met them all, recording her second album, after her 1972 performance on Top of the Pops, you know the one. It had cemented Giselle’s now iconic aesthetic of an off the shoulder, floor length sequinned gown, silk gloves, and bold red lipstick, dark hair falling victory curls, the whole look reminiscent of an old Hollywood star, though there was red glitter trailing from her lips, and on her gloves in a theatrical fabrication of blood. It had been a look inspired by her musical roots, and the theatricality of the then-popular glam rock, a movement which would inspire many of Mercury’s tour looks also.
She was twenty-one at the time, still “developing her persona”, when she found that the in-house recording equipment at EMI was being used by the then-still quite unknown Queen. Or rather, according to Giselle, just Taylor.
“He was packing up the last of his equipment, and he makes a pass at me, thinks I’m an intern.” We can see the boys leaving the gas station, Taylor himself heading the pack. “So yeah, told him to take a long walk off a short pier.” She laughs, seems to hold the memory quite dear. “That b******d has the gall to look me in the eyes and ask who I am.”
“Did he know who you were?” When I look at her, she’s still smiling, tipping her head to the side as the boys draw close. She seems to be paying attention to me, but not a lot.
“Yeah, told me later he was just pissed I didn’t throw myself at him. That’s why I said that, ‘they should be so lucky’ thing, actually, that motherf****r right there.” The way she says it, raising her finger to point at him, makes me think it’s a story she’s told before, one that he knows about.
“You talking about me?” Taylor yells, and Giselle is quick to answer that she is. “Don’t spill all my secrets.” It sounds like an order, but his smile says it’s not, it’s weirdly playful, a dynamic I didn’t expect from them, especially considering their history. I raise the point. She laughs at me.
“You’re kidding, right?” 
Prenter calls for everyone on the bus, and Giselle doesn’t think to clarify once we’re back on board. 
The tour, I should have mentioned earlier, is a double feature; Queen is promoting their album Hot Space, while Giselle is promoting her own, The Bend Before the Break. When I ask her about the album itself, she talks happily about a few of the songs, however when I bring up my personal favourites, Ache and Heaven Sent, she turns very quiet.
I will end up watching most of her performances, and to this day, I have never seen something as raw and spiritual as Giselle performing Ache.
The lights dim as the joyful Meant to Be finishes. On the studio recording, a double bass starts the song, long, grieving and angry notes that pick up in tempo as it’s joined by drums and a piano, and finally, her voice, low, bitter and seductive in equal measure. Here, there’s silence, as she gently croons the open lines, face illuminated by only a single gold light, as swirling red and purple lights move about the stage. 
While saying you were sorry, / you burned me from the outside, in. / Now I’m calloused all over, / And too tired to feel the sting. / But I feel the ache, / feel the ache / feel the ache. / I’ll still let you back in.
She plays the piano herself for this song, a skill, I later learn Mercury had taught her many years ago. It’s a song that tugs at your gut, gets you thinking about how you keep people in your life who aren’t the best for you. She ends the last chorus with a long, mournful wail that you feel in your bones. 
I’ve never heard a crowd so quiet as when she finishes Ache, the penultimate song of her set list, unless you count encores.
The final song of the night is always Heaven Sent, a bright, headbanging anthem with the musical gravitas of a full jazz band. It was her single from the album, it topped most charts. You know the one. The radio won’t stop playing it.
Divinity with a neon glow / it hung above his head, / promoting his next show. / Didn’t even try to find my light, / just the darkness he’d bestow. / Heaven sent me the Morningstar.
“I was cheated on.” Was all she will say about the songs.
The others steer clear of those songs as well, when talking about the album, as well as the titular song, The Bend Before the Break, though Giselle claims she has moved on from the feelings associated in all three songs.
“I wrote them first on the album, I’ve moved on.”
Each of the boys seems very protective of Giselle at times, though Taylor is by far the worst. If I’m being honest, was weird to me, they’d been at each other’s throats publicly and professionally for almost a full decade after Giselle’s initial comment, however the vitriol had died down in the past few years, so I enquire about that about halfway through the six week tour. 
“We set them up.” May is the first to answer, sipping tea with myself, Deacon and Mercury. Since both Giselle and Taylor adjourned to the sleeping quarters. I ask him what he means.
“They tell it better.” Mercury interjects, but May argues that they’re asleep anyways so it’s not like it matters. Deacon agrees with Mercury, but quiet enough that May ignores him.
“So by ‘79, we’ve collaborated together, us and ‘Zelle, I mean,” the nickname is mostly used by May and Taylor, though Deacon uses it on occasion, “a couple of times, and we love her, right boys? We love her-” looking around, both Mercury and Deacon are nodding along, responding to a story they’d both heard before, though it was interesting for my first time hearing it, “but Rog is about ready to stab her with his drumsticks, but that’s just how he is.”
“Threatened to stab me once.” Deacon adds the unnerving information with complete serenity, focused on his cup.
“Me a couple of times.” Mercury shakes his head, as if it were some schoolboy prank rather than a stabbing threat.
“Like I said, just how he is. So we decide to send them to a place where they can bond over complaining about everything else, apart from each other.” I asked how it worked out for them and I watch as their faces fall. This terrible blind date idea must have gone horribly. “They hate the restaurant, which is good, but he goes to leave and bumps the table, spilling beer all over her dress, which is bad,” well, obviously. He pays me no mind, “and she elbows him in the face when she’s putting her jacket on - still don’t know how that one happened - but he still says he’ll take her home because it’s late, except-”
“To preface,” Deacon jumps in here, adding a little more milk to his tea, “she hates I’m In Love With My Car.” The song? Deacon nods. “Rog wrote it.” I can connect the dots, but I’m still confused as to how that lead to them being friends.
“Friends.” Mercury actually laughs into his cup.
“He takes her home anyways, she tells him the song’s s**t bu the sentiment wasn’t far off.” May finishes, shrugging.
“It was a real nice car.” Deacon shrugged, before looking straight at me. “And she still hates the song to this day.” There’s an air of finality to his words that is entirely unwarranted. That isn’t the point of the story; how are they friends now? Did they hook up in his car? Is that what they’re implying, I feel like such a gossip asking these questions.
“Did they ho- ? Yeah, of course.” May laughs, and though it clears some things up, I’m still rather confused. It’s probably reading on my face, because it looks like something else is dawning on him. “You know they’re married, right?”
No. No I did not know. Now I feel like an idiot.
I wonder if The Bend Before the Break is about Taylor? I can sense I’ve touched a nerve when I ask, and Mercury abruptly changes the subject, though the air still doesn’t feel right. When I head back through the sleeping area to get a new pen from my luggage, I catch a glimpse of Giselle napping in her bunk, Taylor too, asleep with his arm around her. She’s even wearing a wedding ring. I’m kicking myself for not noticing sooner. The chain with the ring around Taylor’s neck makes sense now. A lot of things make sense now.
For the next four days I feel like I’m being shunned, I’m the last to be told about dinner and have to eat the leftovers, Giselle barely says two words to me, Taylor just keeps glowering, and someone let the air out of my bed on the second night. It’s childish, but it’s in line with what I expect from them, regarding this sort of issue, I’m just glad Taylor hasn’t poured my coffee on me in my sleep, or spat in it. He just didn’t make it, which I suppose is probably the safest option for me.
The only apology I can think of is to offer to buy them all drinks, but it works well enough, and the next morning I wake to a fresh cup of coffee, and a very hungover Taylor. At least he’s dedicated to his job.
The rest of the tour passes without further incident. I still stand by Ache as one of my favourite musical performances of the decade, though I don’t mention it to Giselle, and now that I know the dynamic between her and Taylor, I can’t stop seeing it. Honestly, readers, they’re all over each other, which is expected from a man of Taylor’s reputation, but it’s still a little jarring to see the two of them so cozy. I must have been blind not to see it before.
When we part ways, Giselle is a little stiff with me.
“You brought up some feelings that I just... hadn’t actually dealt with at the time, which f******d me up.” She tells me in retrospect, sitting in my office with the rest of the boys in 1985. Live Aid was a few weeks ago, and since they all returned to the spotlight, I asked if they wanted to come and reflect on the past few years. The one thing that hasn’t changed is the fact that Giselle still swears like a sailor.
“A lot’s happened in the past few years.” Taylor’s still very protective of her, and after everything that’s conspired, at least from what I know, it’s warranted. We talk about the band splitting, how it had hurt the band as a whole, and even Giselle, who was at the time seeing a counsellor with Taylor. I’m hesitant to broach the topic of their relationship, though they seem like a solid until now, sitting before me, holding hands and leaning against one another.
I ask if Giselle’s breakdown was due to the band splitting, though I’m hesitant if I’ll get a response. Her smile is sad, which is mirrored by the rest of the band. I can guess her response before she says it.
“No.”
You all know the moment I’m talking about, the last concert for her last album, as of this publication, Finally, Sunlight where she had receive pleas from the audience for an encore. When she came back out, part of her makeup had been smudged around her eyes, and you can hear her sniffle over the microphone. (”I’m so sorry, I lost someone close to me, I thought I could keep it together for one night.” Dabbing at her eyes, she sits at the piano and laughs, but there’s no heart in it. “But I’ve got five more minutes left in me, let’s go, Atlanta.”) The song she plays is Somebody to Love, a slow, soulful cover, and the audience is almost unanimous in their raised lighters and slow swaying. As she goes on, she just starts crying harder, missing notes, hands shaking; the extended ‘Looooord’ before the chanting becomes a desperate wail, a plea to the heavens, and she collapses onto the piano, sobbing audibly as the instruments all come to uncertain halt and lighters go down in confusion.
From the crowd, a single voice begins to chant ‘Find me somebody to love. / Find me somebody to love.’ and a single voice turns to a theatre, full to the brim, as they sing when she can’t, still crying against the piano. Lighters go up, and together the audience and the band finishes the song where words have failed her. It was televised locally on the night, and still brings me to tears when I watch it now.
“We lost our daughter.” 
For those of you reading this who are shocked, I am too. Sitting there like a fool, not saying anything. 
“I was on tour, and Rog was at home with her,” even now, Giselle is getting a little teary-eyed, not that I blame her. Both Taylor and Mercury have an arm around her, and May has a hand on her shoulder, Deacon sitting on the back of the sofa right behind her. A unit. A family. “I wanted to go home, she was getting really sick, and I know he was doing everything he could, but I just- I wanted to be there... but my label threatened to sue me for... millions.” It sounds like it’s hard to say, and she’s wiping a tear from her eyes. I offer her the tissues on my desk. “But I should have gone home. I should have been there by her side, I should have done more.” Taylor whispers something to her and she leans against him, taking comfort in him.
“I had to call her, tell her that... that she’d passed. The day of the show. She’d been so upset for week, ‘Zelle that is, and everything just-” Taylor manages to get a great handle on his emotions, despite his misty eyes and shaking hands. “We’re alright now though, see? Nothing can tear us apart.” Though his voice does drop, so I think he’s saying it more for Giselle’s benefit. I give them all time to collect themselves, stop to get hot drinks for everyone, and everyone finally seems happy enough to answer when I ask what’s next for them.
“Music, of course.” Mercury says, now holding what was Giselle’s free hand. The rest of the gathered musicians agree. I ask if we’ll be hearing any sort of collaboration between Queen and the Queen of Jazz Rock. Taylor snickers, pulling Giselle close.
“Yeah, but not in the way you mean.” He ignores the rest of the men’s shouts of disgust, as well as his wife’s own gagging noise, which I can see on her face she regrets as she covers her mouth with caution, before giving the okay. 
“No, we’re okay, we’re good.” She assures everyone, before looking at me. “What he meant to say is that I’m pregnant.” She clarifies. Taylor is still grinning. 
“Don’t be gross, Rog.” May calls from the other side of the sofa, and Taylor has the gall to look accosted.
“What’s next for me, after everything that’s happened, is family.” Giselle says over the sounds of her husband’s indignant huffs, though his expression turns soft at her words, and they ignore the ‘boo’s of everyone else as they kiss.
“Could you be less gross around company?” Deacon asks, still mild-mannered as ever. This seems to be the cue for the interview to end, as Taylor of Giselle-
“It’s Giselle Taylor, by the way, I’m sorry I hadn’t corrected you earlier.” She corrects me now, as [Roger] Taylor leads her out of the door. The rest of the band seem mildly exasperated at their antics, but still ready to answer my questions. After everything that’s happened, I’m a little overwhelmed, I’m not sure where to go from here.
Perhaps my next article will be on Live Aid.
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From @angelfuzzy2:
Can I ask what If like , rami(Freddie Mercury) gets a co-star in the bohemian Rhapsody movie right (it’s au) and the actress sings in the movie , but in real life is a pop star , and rami(and Freddie ) falls for her ( like how David Bowie sang in labyrinth, but he’s a real-life singer)
Just had a weird idea , so it’s on the set of bohemian Rhapsody right and Brian May (the person. Not actor) sees someone on set , someone he knew a long time ago , (like when Freddie was still alive) (and they lost touch after Freddie was gone ) and they just reconnect their Friendship and she’s an actress, like a really famous one also
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*A/N: I’m sorry this took so long, It was Christmas break so I was abusing my liver every other night and then it’s back to Uni and I was distracted all week but IT’S FINALLY HERE. I combined two asks from the same person but ANYWAY, I hope you enjoy. I tried not to make it too long but I also didn’t want to half-ass this.* 
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Auditioning is the worst. God, I love my job but sometimes I feel like all the stress and anxiety and hot compresses to my pounding forehead just aren’t worth it. Of course, I know that’s not true. Especially in this case. This movie is supposed to be huge, a biopic of Freddie Mercury, and as if this wasn’t enough, my father used to work for Queen back in his roadie days when I was little. I doubt they’d even remember him, or me for that matter, I was just a baby after all. Regardless of that, the audition jitters are very strong today. I fidget in my seat as I wait for the auditioner before me to finish. I keep looking at the actresses faces as they come out of the room...it’s not looking too good for me.
The door opens and I look up, she doesn’t look too confident about whatever happened in that room. She catches my eyes and shakes her head, gathering her things, “can’t win em’ all.” she sighs, “good luck in there.”
I smile weakly. I feel like I could vomit, I’m so nervous. I’m the last audition of the day, casting directors are all usually very tired at the end of the day, it’s never a fun time for anyone when they’re in a mood. I hear the door open once more and looking up. A man beckons me inside.
Well, this is it. I take a breath, stand up and adjust my posture. Confidence is key in this industry. I carry myself, chin up high and a wide smile as I walk into the room. It falters as the people in the room look at me and I realize who’s faces are looking back at me.
Brian May. Roger Taylor. Two of the biggest rock stars in the world looking back at me. My confidence drains. This is going to be harder than I thought. They look down at my resume, before clearing their throats.
“ Y/F/N Y/L/N” Roger reads out loud and I see Brian’s brow furrow as I nod.
“Y/L/N,” Brian says softly, “Why does that sound so familiar? Are you very popular in this industry.” his eyes pierce mine, and although he smiles warmly at me, I can tell he means business right now. A long day of disappointing auditions, he’s tired.
I clear my throat, “Uh, I’ve done a few movies, I also have a few albums out as well.” I pause, unsure if I should continue. Brian goes to speak and I can’t help myself. Afraid that my background is not enough, I word vomit everywhere.
“You might know my father though. His name is Y/FATHERS/N, he told me he used to work for you guys back in the mid 80’s when I was a baby. So I mean technically this isn’t even our first time meeting and I wasn’t going to say anything. I was afraid this made it sound like I’m trying to use my fathers’ connection to you guys to get the job and I’m really not trying to do that. I really hope you guys don’t think that is the case. I am very professional and would never d-”
Someone finally cuts me off, “Dear, calm down, you’re fine.” Brian chuckles warmly, clearly amused at my rambling, “I do remember, your father. In fact, he was a dear friend of ours, we were very sad when he left us.”
“Of course we understood, he had his family to think of and of course he did a wonderful job, considering how lovely and talented you’ve become.” Roger cuts in.
I blush and look down, “Thank you, but please save the compliments until after the audition. I’d like to earn my spot fair and square.”
They nod, faces turning serious once more, “Alright then.” Brian says, “shall we?”
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I’m nervous again.  I got the job, they gave it to me on the spot. Apparently, I’m just what they envisioned for the part, but I can’t help but feel like my father’s connection had something to do with it. I mean come on, out of all the interviews they did, there has to be another actress they liked equal to me..right?
I shake my head, pushing my own insecurities away. Now is not the time to get in my head about things. I pull into the set parking lot and look at the time. I’m early, like super early. I figure it can’t hurt to be punctual. I find my way through the large building, only getting lost a few times before I find Brian and Roger standing just offset. When Brian sees me his face lights up.
“Y/F/N, Darling!” He gives me a small hug, “How are we feeling today? Ready to get the ball rolling.”
I nod, smiling widely at him. Since the audition, he and Roger had reconnected with my family once more. It was almost like I had known him my whole life. Before I can say anything, a voice calls out to him.
“Hey Brian, I’m so sorry to bother you but I just wanted your opinion on something Freddie would’ve done real quick-” The voice stops when he realizes I’m there.
“Rami Malek,” Brian smiles, clapping him on the shoulder, “This is, “y/f/n y/l/n, she’ll be playing the female entertainer role for the Live Aid scene.”
The actor's eyes flick to me and he nods, taking my hand in his and bringing it to his lips softly, “enchanté. I actually just bought your album, like a few weeks ago.”
“Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Rami.” I can feel the blush rising high on my cheeks and I curse myself for getting so flustered so easily, I’m a professional, dammit.
“Now then, Rami lets go tough this thing out and y/n,” Brian smiles at you warmly, “They’re expecting you in hair and makeup.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I always told myself I was never going to be that girl. I was never going to be that actress who fell for her co-star. Although my part in the movie was shot fairly quickly, Brian kept me around to help out anyone who needed it. But spending more time on set meant spending more time with Rami, which at first was great. He’d always bring me a coffee to set in the mornings, seek me out for lunch and invite me to his trailer when we had any spare time. I found myself wanting to be around him more, more, more. He was addicting. But unfortunately, my growing crush hadn’t seemed to be returned. That was, until now?
“You want me to what?” I asked him, still choking on the coffee stuck in my windpipe.
Rami, the little shit, is holding back his laughter as he shrugs, “I want to practice this scene with you, is that so wrong?” He asks.
I shake my head, “No, but I just- are you sure? You’ve never asked me to do this before. Wouldn’t it make sense to practice this with Lucy? I mean it is her the scene is with.”
His face is twisted with a mix of amusement and hurt, “Well damn y/k, I didn’t think I was so undesirable.” He puts his hands on his hips and sticks one out, an authentic Freddie mannerism that he’s adopted, “Besides, you practice lines with Ben and Gwil all the time.”
I push at his shoulder playfully, “Shut up, you are not undesirable you fucking drama queen.” I shake my head playfully, “You just took me by surprise, c’mon let’s do this.” I snatch the script from his hand as I stand up to face him. He hesitates a second before I grab his wrist and pull him up, “come on.” I insist.
He smiles and shakes his head, “Alright.” He clears his throat and switches into character.
“Well? What do you think?” He asks in Freddie's voice, he even does a little spin for good measure. I struggle to keep my laughter in.
“I think it looks lovely,” I say softly, “Although...” I pause, taking off the scarf that I just so happen to be wearing, how convenient, and wrapping it around his neck and turning him around to face a hypothetical mirror, “much better.”
We pause for second as I play with the scarf and turn him back around to face me before I continue my lines, “I love dressing you, you have such an exotic look that you can actually pull off these styles.”
His eyes never leave me, he doesn’t have to check the script, “I’m a firm believer that a model can only look as good as the person who dresses them, my dear.” He says softly, almost bashfully, as if he’s nervous about something. “My god, Mary, you are absolutely....beautiful.” His hands grip my arms tightly, his eyes burning into my own. Before I can even think about what my next line is, his lips are on mine.
His lips are soft as they move against mine. The kiss is slow, and dare I say, passionate? When he pulls away I find myself leaning forward, following the warmth of his lips. My eyes flutter open and meet his as I let out a breath, “That wasn’t in the script.” I whisper.
He laughs softly, breath fanning out across my lips, “I know but I just...” He pauses, bringing his hand up to cup my face and softly drag his thumb across my cheekbone, “couldn’t help myself.”
I lean in to kiss him softly again, and we stay like that for a while. It could have been a minute or ten but when he finally pulls away, his eyes look determined, “I want to take you out on a date,” he says, “have dinner with me.”
I smile, “How is dinner any different than our usual lunch dates?” I tease, pulling away to see his whole face. He wiggles his eyebrows at me playfully
“You’ll see.”
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Dinner is nothing like lunch.
Lunch is us piling our plates high with too much food and escaping to his trailer before anyone can ask us to sit with them. Dinner is, private, romantic and oh so very aesthetic in his London apartment. One may have thought that going on a date with someone in the Hollywood industry would mean the most expensive lobster at a 5-star restaurant with 10 courses, limos, and champagne. But Rami keeps it very simple. Simple but not at all disappointing. To be fair, he probably could have just taken me to a Subway and I would have been content. But what he had done was amazing.
First of all, he cooked. YEah. Rami Malek, cooked, for me. A wonderful meal with salad and dessert and everything. And it was, phenomenal.
“Oh my god, Rami.” I practically moaned out, “this is amazing.” I stare at him in disbelief. He shrugs,
“My mom taught us all to cook, it was a big family thing. Everyone helped out at dinner.”
I shook my head lightly, shoving another bite in my mouth, “I can’t believe you’ve been making me eat crappy set food all this time.”
Second of all,  he decorated. String lights set up so the traced the entire perimeter of the room. Candles set up on nearly every surface. Coffee tables, kitchen table, counters. He had even set the table before I even got there.
Last, but far from least, the way he looked at me all night. God. What did I do to deserve to have Rami Malek look at me like I was the only person who was relevant. Like every word I said contained the secret to saving the world. I have never felt so wanted on a first date.
After we ate and did the dishes (I insisted on helping, much to his disapproval), he brought me to the living room and we cuddled up on the couch to watch a movie. Everything felt so, easy. I didn’t feel like a first date, it felt like we had been doing this the whole time.
I’m laying with my head on his chest, his arm draped across my back, his breathing is steady but his heart is beating rapidly. I smile to myself, knowing mine is doing the exact thing. Being around him is exhilarating. And my god, if it didn’t feel so natural. I can feel his eyes on the side of my face as I watch the movie.
“You’re going to miss the best part.” I joke, not taking my eyes off the screen. He chuckles against my shoulder softly, it’s a beautiful sound.
“Sorry,” he says, softly kissing my shoulder. After a few moments of silence before he speaks again, “Can I ask you something?” I nod and he takes a second to think over what he wants to say, “Do you think it’s kind of weird how easy this feels?”
I turn my head to look at him, “I was thinking the same thing.”
It’s quiet for a moment as we both process our thoughts. My eyes scan his face, “I don’t-” I pause, unsure if I want to say this or not, “I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.”
He shakes his head and kisses me, “Me neither.” He kisses me again, “I’ve fallen for you, a lot harder than I had been expecting.” His eyes bore into mine, “Y/n, I know this is kind of crazy but...I think I love you.”
I can’t help the smile that creeps up onto my lips, I take his head in between my hands and kiss him again, god I could really get used to that, “I love you too, Rami.”
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“i haven’t slept since i woke up.”
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Have you ever caught someone stealing from you? Did you confront them? No. When was the last time you prepared extensively for something? Did your preparation pay off? Ha, first trip to Sara's... I WAY overpacked. Have you ever had a crush on a teacher/professor? Did you act on your feelings? No. Have you ever experienced culture shock? Not seriously. Going to Illinois, Chicago in specific, was incredibly different for me, but I wouldn't classify it as "shock." How did you discover your greatest passion? Y'know I'm not even totally sure what my greatest one is. Do you believe that all art is political? No????? Have you ever had a conversation with a cab driver? Never even been in a cab. Do you have any shirts from vacation/tourist locations? Not anymore. Do you know anyone who has never read the HP books? Who? *cautiously raises hand* Do you ever visit your mall’s arcade (if it has one)? Doesn't have one. Our mall is literal shit. If you lost the use of your limbs, would you still want to live? NOPE please fucking kill me. Not even an exaggeration. What’s your absolute favorite topic to discuss? M-M-M-Mark. :') Though odds are I'd be shy talking about him because I am quite obviously not just a "yeah he's cool" fan okay I get self-conscious. What is your least favorite topic to discuss? Economics. What is your opinion on psychics? Real, or fake? Fake. How would you rank your “class participation” in school? Normal? I asked questions if I really needed help, I'd sometimes answer questions or help read aloud, stuff like that. Have you ever cut your own hair? How about anyone else’s? No to both. What is the last thing you asked your parents to purchase for you? Fast food lunch. What is your favorite kind of lunch meat? Ham. Have you ever been confined to a wheelchair? No, thankfully. If you have a job, who’s your closest friend at work? N/A Do you have any exercise equipment in your home? Very few things. Were your parents born in the same country they now live in? Yes. How many living grandparents do you still have? One. Have you ever heard people having sex in the next room? Yes, or at least pretty sure. Have you ever been on a strict diet and exercise regime? Diet, no, but I stuck to a serious exercise plan during one summer. Do you have a favorite author? No. How long do you usually take in the shower? Not even ten minutes. Get my shit done and get out. Have you ever worked in an office? No. What is your favorite way to eat rice? Fried. Have you ever been in serious trouble at work or school? No. Have you ever kissed anyone under the mistletoe? Yes. What’s one unusual little thing that you really enjoy? Uhhhh. What’s the biggest bruise you’ve ever had? Not sure. Is there anything that people always tell you that you should do? Become an artist or publish writings. Have you ever broken up with someone and then regretted it later? No. What’s the background picture on your phone? Do you change it a lot? Lock screen is meerkat pups cuddling, home screen is Sara kissing my cheek. :') Have you ever taken someone back, who ended up just hurting you again? Not in a romantic sense. How do you feel about shaved pubes? No opinion. Can young people fall in love? If not, why not? Absolutely, I did. What’s your opinion on masturbation? Do it if you so feel the need, but not at all for me. Those experiences are exclusive to me and my partner. What is your favorite Queen song? ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM obviously "Bohemian Rhapsody"??????????????? Have you ever “spoken” to any celebrities via Twitter? No. Do you eat cereal bars? No. Do you know any immigrants? Off the top of my head, only an illegal family. Have you ever lived in university or college accommodation before? No. If you haven’t already, are you scared of leaving home? If you have, do you like it? I'm both nervous but keen to. Do you know how to look after yourself away from home? (budget, pay bills, feed yourself, cook, clean, do laundry etc.) ^ this is why I'm nervous lmao. If you could only eat one vegetable for a year (not including potatoes) what would it be? Broccoli. Do you have a certain routine in the bath or shower? What is it? Shave, wash hair, use my facial scrub, and then body wash. Do you prefer chicken burgers or beef burgers? Beef. Would you ever eat kangaroo steak? No. What’s the weirdest meat you’ve ever eaten? Nothing too odd. Is there a chalkboard or whiteboard anywhere in your house? There's a whiteboard in the kitchen. Do you like dried fruit at all? What’s your favorite type? NO. Who lives across the street from you? Nobody; there's a field there. When you were in college, where was the coolest place to hang out? N/A Who did you go to prom with? Jason. What was your first vehicle’s name? Never had my own car, wouldn't name it either. What was the name of the first person you ever had a crush on? Why did you like them? Dylan. I thought he was cool and funny and at that age found him god-tier hot lmao. What do you think you cook or bake the best? Just scrambled eggs. Have you considered running for president? Definitely not. How old is the most expired item in your fridge? Idk??? If I was aware something in there was expired, I'd throw it out. What’s the saddest song you’ve ever heard? "Hurt." Johnny Cash's cover absolutely ramps up the emotional aura to it tenfold. How about the sweetest song? "Here For You" by Ozzy Osbourne. How many bones have you broken? None. Have you ever won anything? Big or small? Yeah. Small things, but I consider the SH:R things to be pretty damn big personally. If you could buy one material thing, and money was not an issue, what would it be? Front row tickets for Mom to Metallica. Concert is the end of this month, and after seeing her lose her fucking mind in ecstatic tears upon finding out they were coming, I'm legitimately depressed for her that we're missing it. What food will you absolutely not, under any circumstances, eat? Sashimi. What’s the best way to comfort you when you’re having a really terrible day? Watch some of my favorite Mark videos, listen to the SOTC or SH2 soundtracks, bring me my favorite Reese's bar, ha. Has anything/anyone ever saved your life before? Yes. Jason first, then the partial hospitalization program as a whole, Mom, and two of my medications. What is one thing you’re embarrassed to admit you want to try? Hm. I guess a vibrator lmao. What is the most important memory you have and why? Realizing I could live *happily* without Jason. Obvious why that's important. Which famous person would you like to be BFFs with? Shane Dawson is my Dad. Is there something you wish you had said sorry for but never did? To certain people. Are you embarrassed by your school yearbook photos? I literally only remember liking one lmao. Who taught you to tie your shoelaces? Mom and Dad both. Do you think dimples are cute? YEAH What’s something you used to collect when you were younger? Stickers, then to a less degree seashells. At one point of your life, have you been obsessed with dinosaurs or robots? I was craaaaaaaazy about dinosaurs as a kid. I still love them. What was the last thing you cooked on the stove? Scrambled eggs back when Sara was here in June... lmao. Have you ever not canceled plans and wished you had? Probably. What is something you were scared of as a kid? Animatronics. Still not a fan. Would you rather write a story or a poem? I'll actually finish a poem. But I mean our RP is a really just a big-ass story and I write for it way more than anything. Are you moving soon? No. Do you get nervous around the opposite gender? Always. This fear of men thing's gotta go. Did you ever have a ‘security blanket’ when you were younger? Yes, a stuffed bunny hugging a little polka-dot blanket. What is your lucky charm? Don't have one. What time does your dad usually wake up in the morning? Well, I don't live with him. But he's a mailman, and if his schedule's the same as it was when my parents were together, early. Name the craziest moment of your life: I guess it depends on your definition of "crazy." But I suppose the night of the breakup when I left the house in the dead of night to walk to his house to talk as Mom wouldn't take me. It's a seven minute drive so would've taken a long time to get there, but I didn't care. Mom eventually went after me and kept cutting my path off with the car until I just collapsed sobbing. That was a fucking ordeal. I wouldn't wish that night on anyone. Do you want to travel? YES. Do you plan on having children? No. Who did you last say I love you to? Sara. Do your parents actually knock on your door before entering your room? Mom, no. Dad did. What can’t you wait for? "Can't wait," idk, but I'm looking forward to my birthday. Do you have a bad temper? No. It's hard to make me mad. What brand of digital camera do you own? Nikon. Have you ever seen a Broadway show in New York? No. Are you listening to music right now? "Angel Eyes" by New Years Day ft. Chris Motionless. When was the last time you were told you were cute? I have no clue. Have you ever wished to be an Internet celebrity? How about a ‘real’ one? No. Have you ever been kayaking? No. Do you care overly about other people? Some. What is your favorite family tradition? We don't even have any anymore, it seems. Do you make friends easily? No; I'm way, way too reserved and shy. Do you make enemies easily? Or do you not have any enemies at all? I'd like to think I don't have any. Do you think its likely that humans will go extinct in the next 1000 years? No. Eh, maybe, if we do nothing about royally fucking up the environment. If you have tattoos, how long have you had them? Uhhhh I got my first for my 18th birthday, idr how old my second is, "ohana" is like, two years old or something, my fourth is a year old, Sara's tattoo is from last June, and my latest one was a good few months ago. How old are your next-door neighbors? All I know is elderly. I've never even seen the ones on the other side of us. What did your family usually do for Easter when you were a kid? Easter egg baskets, the egg hunt, and church. What’s the largest bug you’ve ever found in your house? Omg probably this long-ass centipede that was on my door at our old house. Have you ever bought a YouTuber’s merch? BITCH you bet I will be decked the fuck out when I have my own source of income. I never ask on Christmas or my birthday 'cuz it's embarrassing lmao. Pick a flavor: pumpkin or apple? Apple. Do you think oatmeal tastes better when made with water or milk? I only eat it with milk. It sucks with water. What is the best type of donut? Glazed or original. Have you ever left a note in a library book? No. What time of day do you prefer to wash your hair? Night. If you go to church, what is your favorite thing about it? N/A ^and what is your least favorite thing about it? Literally almost all preachers whose services I've been to like yell. Chill. You can be passionate without screaming and scaring me. Would you ever film a YouTube video with no make-up on and messy hair? Messy hair, no, but maybe no makeup. What’s your favorite movie that you remember seeing in the theater? Silent Hill: Revelation 'cuz it was the only movie I've ever watched it 3D. Have you ever had a pet rock? HAHA YES. Do you own a bobblehead? No. What is your favorite tattoo that you’ve seen? OH MAN DON'T ASK ME THIS. I absolutely adore those by Brando Chiesa, tho. Determined to have one by him one day aaaahhhh. What is something you have too many of? T-shirts. Do you have any disabilities? No. What are five of your favorite stores at the mall? Hot Topic, Spencer's, one would be Victoria's Secret if I actually FIT IN THEY CUTE-ASS SHIT, and uh. That's like it. When was the last time you went to Michael’s? Foreeeeeeeeever ago. Ours closed years ago. What is your least favorite chore? Washing dishes. Do you organize your clothes by color? No. What was the last thing you made with your own hands? Does a drawing count?? Have you ever been to a psychic/tarot reader? No. What is the kindest thing you have ever done? Maybe donate a shitload of my hair to charity. I really did almost become teary-eyed when I learned it was truly used. What holiday should exist but doesn’t? It'd be nice to have a day centered around learning about mental illnesses and celebrating survivors of them more than usual, I just don't really know how. What holiday shouldn’t exist but does? Idk. I have holidays where I'm bothered that the meaning was warped, but. If you had to choose would you live on the equator or at the North Pole? The North Pole. What do you think makes someone a hero? People looking up to you for doing genuine good. What cartoon would you like to be a character in? Pokemon. Are you a coupon clipper? Mom is for food. If you could pick one food that you could eat all you wanted but it would have no effect on how much you weigh, what food would it be? REESE'S HUNNY What are your parents interested in? Mom: Surgeries/medical operations and bodily stuff, art, helping people (children in particular), psychology, etc. Dad: Hockey, football, golf, fishing, that kinda stuff. Have you ever caught and tamed a wild animal? No. When do you feel your life energy the strongest? "Life energy?" Not too sure what that means. I guess I feel most "alive" when I'm out in nature witnessing natural beauties, like waterfalls or shooting stars, or driving through the mountains. You are spending the night alone in the woods and may bring only 3 items with you. What do you bring? My cell phone (but keep it off unless needed), a knife, and... I'm not sure. I would say camera or book, but seeing as I'm there at night... OH. DUH. A flashlight so I wouldn't drain my phone's battery using its.
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cooperjamesanders · 6 years
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Self-Para: Love Yourself
Music had always been a large part of Cooper’s life. His mother had taught him the piano from the minute he was able to sit up on his own and he’d tinkered around with different instruments throughout his school years. Thankfully, he’d had a very patient music teacher who was willing to support him.
A career with something to do with music had always been in his sights. Whether that was a stage hand or an accompanist. The dream of course was to be a singer, just to perform like his idols. Fame was never something that interested Cooper, doing something he loved for a living was. He would be happy scrapping around for money and sleeping on friend’s couches if it meant he could exist on the world, doing something he had a true passion for.
Now Cooper had tried, he’d spent every waking minute he could trying to pursue that career. Whether it was practising or writing songs, he was always up until the late hours of the night under his desk lamp, scribbling down chords and lyrics. He’d even set up a YouTube page which he posted covers on. Just anything to get his music out there to other people. To share that love.
It had been Pam who suggested the Boston’s talent competition. There was a notable artist in the panel and being noticed by the right people was a stepping stone. Plus the prize was getting a sum of money and the opportunity to perform at one of New York City’s top venues for the Christmas festivities. That meant more agencies and a chance to get noticed, a chance on that dream he sort for.
Cooper had played shows before, he often sang at church or family occasions. He had won his school talent competition at aged six with a cover of Hallelujah and a slightly oversized guitar for the slender boy’s frame. He was certainly not shy in anyway when it came to singing in front of a crowd, he thrived on it.
He was fine in the waiting room, he’d taken his Mom with him of course. She and him just chatted idly while they waited patiently. It was the first round, they’d see everyone and then take the best six for a re-audition. The winner would be chosen from that. He didn’t mind waiting, Cooper could see some kids getting nervous and agitated but he was more than happy playing candy crush on his phone and idly chatting to his Mom. There must have been about fifty kids there.
Then came his name from the kind woman who waited near the door.
Walking with his mother was when he started to feel his heart race. This was important to Cooper, he wanted it, but he also didn’t want to disappoint his Mom.
He’d chosen Love Yourself. Admittedly he wasn’t a fan of Justin Bieber but he adored Ed Sheeran’s writing, which was why he’d chosen to do his own cover. He found it easier to project himself into the words he sang when it was to do with relationships. His were always all over the place and without stability. 
As the track played and he began singing, he felt confident and passionate. Putting his all into that song as he could spy his Mom in the corner of his eye from the side of the stage. The reception was one he couldn’t have been more pleased with, yet he kept himself neutral and focused. The lights dazzling him as he managed to separate into his own void of pure enjoyment.
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As the noise from the room dissipated, a boy was left stood on the stage nervously with the microphone grasped tightly in his hands. Awaiting a judgement on a performance he’d put his all into. “Maybe try working with a voice coach and try in a few years time.” That had been the line that crushed him. Nodding in response and accepting the criticism given, Cooper thanked them before he headed offstage and followed his mother out with a hung head.
“Sweetheart, don’t take it to heart.” his mother rubbed his knee in support, worried about her son who hadn’t said anything during the ten minutes they’d been driving home. His eyes clearly fixed on the window but absent from the world around him. She couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for his heartbreak.
“Was I really that bad Mom?” “Nobody said you were bad Cooper-” “He told me to get a vocal coach, Mom.” “Yes, he said you needed more training. You’re young and, well, a boy-” “Don’t fucking bring puberty into this.” “Cooper James.” “It’s not an excuse Mom, you can’t just throw that one at me.” “So that’s just it is it? You’re giving up?” “Yes.” “Cooper” “Mom, I have been working with a singing teacher.” “And one person’s comment is enough to ruin everything?” “It was humiliating. All my friend’s were there. I gave it everything!” “I know you did. I know, Cooper. I’m the one who’s been up with you late nights rehearsing and helping you because, I believe in you Cooper. I do.”
Pamela paused the rising argument between her and her son when she realised he’d fallen quiet with his attention returned to the window. She knew he was upset, she knew from the moment his bright-eyed face fell at the feedback.
“You think Freddie and Frank were liked by everyone? You think when Freddie first showed someone Bohemian Rhapsody that they liked it? You think that Frank gave two hoots what someone thought of his writing? Cooper, as long as you have one person, one person, who is willing to love your music and your talent, then it’s worth trying. And you know what?” she asked, getting a grumpy “What?” from her teenager, still with his eyes out of the window.
“You will always have that one person, because that one person is me.”
Cooper swallowed hard as he felt his shoulders soften slightly at his mother’s words. The anger leaving and vulnerability setting in. Pamela picked up on it straight away, the soft, slightly awkward silence settling between them. She decided she needed to lighten the mood for her son’s sake if anything.
“And to hell with it. I’ll even force your brother to like it too. There. Happy? You’ve got two people. So don’t you dare give up on us, sonny boy.”
Cooper couldn’t help but let a small smirk slip as he never heard his mother swear, even if it was only the word hell. His gaze travelled to the foot-well as he thought on what she said. His Mom always seemed to know what to say.
Pamela glanced across at her son as she registered his emotions. “Am I getting a hell yeah to that or what? You’re leavin’ me hanging here kid..”
“Hell yeah..” “Nope. Can’t hear you.” “I said, hell yeah!” “We’re not giving up are we?” “No we’re not.” “We don’t care what some dumbass says do we?” “No we don’t.” “Good.... You’ll never let me down Cooper but don’t stop trying, okay?” “...Alright Mom.”
“Good... now how about get some Taco Bell? We’re going to have to try and tell your brother that he’s now contractually obligated to liking your music. I feel like food might be a way to win him round.” Pamela rambled before glancing over, pleased to see that her son now had a grin on his face instead.
She’d done her job.
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cinemameta · 5 years
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Other Movie Superlatives of 2018
Film awards you probably won’t see on any other award shows because I’m different that way. Oscars who?
Most insane dance sequence: Climax
The only words I have for THAT dance sequence/massacre scene are what the fuck. It’s like that scene in mother! where the mother finds herself in total anarchy but this time everyone is dancing and high on crack. It’s one of the wildest scenes of the year. Warning, it’s not for the faint of heart.
Best techno-horror film: Eighth Grade
It would be entirely unfair to shame the younger generation for enjoying the many benefits social media brings to the table but what’s frightening is how social media, these days, has been weaponized and used to proliferate a sense of falseness in our everyday lives. Black Mirror showed the adverse effects of technology to a careless user, Eighth Grade demonstrates that children aren’t exempt from it.
Most oversold novelty: Unsane being shot entirely with iPhone 7s
Sean Baker did it first with Tangerine and he did it even better. Plus he shot it using an iPhone 5s.
Best actress who virtually isn’t nominated in any other best actress category: Carey Mulligan, Wildlife
That scene where she swings between unmitigated desperation and deep shame while she self-destructs before her son’s very eyes is one of the hardest watch this year. It’s almost as hard as seeing Mulligan’s performance go unnoticed by everyone in the award circuit.
Most effective jump scare in an otherwise jump scare-free movie: Hereditary
Annie leaping out of the dark corner is what I imagine when i’m alone in the house and there’s a dark corner somewhere near me. Thank you, Toni Collette.
Best love letter to movie making: Shirkers
It’s easy to fall in love with Shirkers if you’re already a cinephile like me and it’s even easier to root for the young filmmaker in search of a man who stole hours and hours of footage for her passion project and her attempt to reclaim her art. But what’s hard is remembering that behind every piece of cinema is people and their passion which the film strongly takes note of and reminds its audience of with sincerity.
Best use of eyes: Claire Foy, First Man
Whether it’s filling with tears or wide open with anger, Claire Foy’s eyes pierce through every frame like they’re a world of their own. Her thick midwestern accent is also particularly good. A perfect shoo-in for best supporting actress, in my opinion.
Most wildly overrated Oscar bait: Bohemian Rhapsody
The fact that this one is scoring nominations let alone winning technical awards like Best Editing considering its dreadful, epilepsy-inducing jump cuts is an international travesty. Also, do award voters know that they’re actually voting for Bohemian Rhapsody, the movie, and not Bohemian Rhapsody, the song? Worst best picture nominee in years.
Best Spike Lee’s return to form: BlackKklansman 
BLACK POWER!
Most out in left field movie: Mandy
Almost 3 months after watching it, my head is still reeling from this one. Nicolas Cage’s batshit role as the lover out for revenge is the least craziest thing in this and that’s saying something. Blood-soaked, drug-frenzied, 80s-heavily inspired rush of adrenaline with a lot of room to spare for stylized violence. It’s like if Rob Zombie and Quentin Tarantino were one person and made a masterpiece.
Best film by a filmmaker who’s been dead since 1985: The Other Side of the Wind
It’s a Welles film so it has to be good, at best. I’m not exactly sure how much of an extent Welles had in the finished product which makes me a bit skeptical every time they try to sell it as a full-fledged Welles film. If you carry the same doubts, I urge you to go watch its companion piece instead, They’ll Love Me When I’m Dead.
Best movie for mothers: Loveling
I’m not big on family movies which I part attribute to my lack of understanding of “family” (shoutout to my mostly absent parents) but damn did this tug at my heartstrings. Much like the son, I too have recently moved away from home for work; a fact which makes the emotional impact from every gut punch seem to double.
Most unnecessary sequel: Fantastic Beast: Crimes of Grindelwald
I mean what’s the point of doing a sequel if you’re going to retcon mythology and dismantle characters just for the sake of advancing the plot? I was never really that invested on Queenie but JK Rowling, what were you thinking?
Best singing by an actress other than Lady Gaga: Joanna Kulig, Cold War
A far better jazz singer than Lady Gaga if we’re being honest. She reminds me so much of Lea Seydoux though.
Best one-take breakdown scene: Thunder Road
Thunder Road just couldn’t give its protagonist a break. From the opening cringe-inducing eulogy delivery to his very public, glorious meltdown, scene after scene there’s nothing to be felt but pity. At least he has a nice jawline. He can definitely get it.
Most on-brand film: The House that Jack Built
If this is another glimpse in to the twisted mind of Lars Von Trier type of film then I think we have enough material to argue in court that putting him away for the rest of his life would be the best thing for society. Yes we know, you’re movie provocateur. We already got that with Antichrist.
Movie I regret not seeing on the big screen: Spider-man: Into the Spider-verse
Such a breath of fresh air to see an animated movie so detached from conventional style of animation. Those shifting visuals, those gorgeous styles, those movements. I hate myself for missing this on the big screen.
Best film starring a professional wrestler: Blockers
John Cena starred in Blockers and Blumbee in 2018 which elevates him a tier higher than the Rock
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wheres-the-bear · 7 years
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Hello, It’s Me (100 Questions)
These were fun! If you’re new, hi. My name is Ashley, and I hope you can learn something about me :)
1: When you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? I usually have more milk than cereal. 2: Do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? Depends on how cold the air is and strong the breeze. lol 3: What random objects do you use to bookmark your books? Receipts, movie tickets, slivers of notes. 4: How do you take your coffee/tea? Coffee: cream & sugar. Tea: Agave & a little bit of cream. 5: Are you self-conscious of your smile? Nope :) 6: Do you keep plants? Yes. 7: Do you name your plants? No. 8: What artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? Usually writing. Sometimes drawing or painting. 9: Do you like singing/humming to yourself? Yes. 10: Do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? I sleep on my sides. 11: What's an inner joke you have with your friends? Oh my, so many! 12: What's your favorite planet? Always loved Neptune & Uranus because of their colors. Be mature. 13: What's something that made you smile today? Being an absolute loon to try to get my husband to smile. 14: If you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? Oh my gosh - modern, light and airy, with lots of plants and contrasting elements. 15: Go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! Most of the book The Martian is accurate. 16: What's your favorite pasta dish? A Stanley Tucci recipe with homemade sauce, tomatoes, and basil. 17: What color do you really want to dye your hair? I’ve always wanted a lighter, warmer blonde or, on the extreme end, teal. 18: Tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. I tripped over a ropes course wire in 8th grade and f*cked up my knee. Ever since then, it’s been a running joke that something so simple caused such catastrophic damage. 19: Do you keep a journal? What do you write/draw/ in it? I keep a mental health BuJo, and I loveee it for keeping track of my habits and thoughts. 20: What's your favorite eye color? I really love dark, chocolate brown eyes. But I am appreciative of all eye colors. 21: Talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. My plaid North Face backpack my mom got me right before college. I’ve taken it out of the country, it’s sat in libraries with me as I’ve studied and wrote. I love that thing. 22: Are you a morning person? Yes. 23: What's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? Watch TV and movies, eat junk food, stay in sweatpants. Preferably staying in bed for a while. 24: Is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? Of course. My husband. 25: What's the weirdest place you've ever broken into? I can’t say I’ve ever broken into anything or anywhere. 26: What are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit? Black flats from Payless Shoes. 27: What's your favorite bubblegum flavor? Spearmint or Winter Mint from Orbit. 28: Sunrise or sunset? Sunrises inspire me more, for sure. 29: What's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? Any time they laugh and can’t stop, I think it is the absolute greatest thing. 30: Think of it: have you ever been truly scared? Of course. Every near car accident or actual accident, I’ve gotten terrified. 31: What is your opinion of socks? Do you like wearing weird socks? Do you sleep with socks? Do you confine yourself to white sock hell? Really, just talk about socks. My husband collects socks, so I enjoy finding fun pairs for him. I’m a simple, short black sock kind of person with the occasional unique fuzzy sock on cold winter days. 32: Tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. Nothing crazy. But some of my most meaningful conversations have happened in those early morning hours. 33: What's your fave pastry? I have a huge sweet tooth, so I can’t even claim a favorite. 34: Tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. What is it called? What does it look like? Do you still keep it? I had a lot of stuffed animals as a kid. To be honest, I couldn’t tell you what I used to call them. My favorite was a stuffed giraffe though. 35: Do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? Do you use them often? Yes and yes! In my bullet journal. 36: Which band's sound would fit your mood right now? John Mayer, Where the Light Is to be honest. 37: Do you like keeping your room messy or clean? Clean! But most of the time, it’s messy. 38: Tell us about your pet peeves! Loud chewers. Dripping faucets. People who are terrible drivers (no blinkers, aggressive and irresponsible, etc.). Egos.  39: What color do you wear the most? Jewel tones - emerald, royal purple. 40: Think of a piece of jewelry you own: What's it's story? Does it have any meaning to you? My wedding band and engagement ring are probably my two most prized pieces of jewelry, followed by a pair of diamond earrings my late grandmother gave me when I graduated from college. 41: What's the last book you remember really, really loving? The Kite Runner was the first one that came to mind, but that wasn’t the last book. 42: Do you have a favorite coffee shop? Describe it! Rooster Moon, by my house. It’s a little hipster establishment with cute decor, indie music, and great coffee! 43: Who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? My husband, I believe. Probably on our honeymoon? 44: When was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? Thankfully, I have those moments often. Last weekend, over MLK, was probably the last time. 45: Do you trust your instincts a lot? I try to, yes. 46: Tell us the worst pun you can think of. “I put my grandma on speed dial. I call that Instagram.” -_____- 47: What food do you think should be banned from the universe? Canned asparagus. 48: What was your biggest fear as a kid? Is it the same today? Spiders, or wet, loose hair. Both are still pretty terrifying. 49: Do you like buying CDs and records? What was the last one you bought? I like buying CDs, but I don’t do it very often. The last CDs I purchased were Beyonce’s Lemonade and Chris Stapleton’s Traveler.  50: What's an odd thing you collect? Shark teeth? I don’t really collect anything anymore. 51: Think of a person. What song do you associate with them? My husband, and I think of “Kings and Queens” by 30 Seconds to Mars. 52: What are your favorite memes of the year so far? I haven’t seen many? 53: Have you ever watched the Rocky Horror Picture Show? Heathers? Beetlejuice? Pulp fiction? What do you think of them? I’ve only seen Beetlejuice and it was a long time ago. I remember thinking it was weird. 54: Who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? My hubby - he was in an accident recently and his beloved truck was rendered totaled. 55: What's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point? Did my research!  56: What are some things you find endearing in people? Little actions that require observation. 57: Go listen to Bohemian Rhapsody. How did it make you feel? Did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? Of course. My cousin and I used to sing a scream-o version of it, and it cracks me up thinking about it every time. 58: Who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? Why? Britney is the wine mom and I’m probably the Vodka Aunt. Or Alissa is the Vodka Aunt. 59: What's your favorite myth? Nessie the Loch Ness Monster. 60: Do you like poetry? What are some of your faves? All-time fave has always been “The Kiss” by Sarah Teasdale. 61: What's the stupidest gift you've ever given? The stupidest one you've ever received? I can’t say I’ve ever given or received a gag gift. 62: Do you drink juice in the morning? Which kind? Not usually, but if I do, it’s Apple Juice. 63: Are you fussy about your books and music? Do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? I leave them be. 64: What color is the sky where you are right now? It’s a lovely dark blue. 65: Is there anyone you haven't seen in a long time who you'd love to hang out with? Anyone from college, tbh. 66: What would your ideal flower crown look like? Oh my, cafe au lait dahlias with some poppies for color! <3 67: How do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? When they’re few and far between, inspired. 68: What's winter like where you live? So far, very mild. Lots of rain. We normally have a few big snowstorms though. 69: What are your favorite board games? Apples to Apples, Phase 10, and Uno. 70: Have you ever used a ouija board? Nope. 71: What's your favorite kind of tea? Lady Grey or Earl Grey. 72: Are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it? Yes, absolutely. 73: What are some of your worst habits? I crack my knuckles. It drives my boss crazy. 74: Describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. They are super caring, in tune with God, would give anything for those they’re close to. I admire them and their family so much for their resilience and strength. 75: Tell us about your pets! I have a cat. Her name is Bagheera - she is a black and brown striped tabby. And she’s a big meanie. Unfortunately /: Nice to me, not to other people. 76: Is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't? I should be taking a shower. 77: Pink or yellow lemonade? Classic yellow :) 78: Are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? I like them. I’m not really passionate about loving or hating them. 79: What's one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? Definitely any surprise trip or flowers, a phone call with a serenade, a random trip to watch stars. 80: What color are your bedroom walls? Did you choose that color? If so, why? They are eggshell or ivory. I didn’t choose them -- we just haven’t painted them since we’ve moved into our house. 81: Describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. The water of Magen’s Bay in St. Thomas. 82: Are/were you good in school? I was alright, more on the “good” side, I guess.  83: What's some of your favorite album art? The Chainsmokers’ singles lately have been on. point. 84: Are you planning on getting tattoos? Which ones? I can never commit to any, so I doubt I’ll ever get one. 85: Do you read comics? What are your faves? The last time I read/bought a comic was when Captain America: Civil War came out. Before that, hardly EVER. It was all about Get Fuzzy in elementary/high school. 86: Do you like concept albums? Which ones? I don’t even know what they are, tbh. lol 87: What are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? Into the Wild and The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. 88: Are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? Whatever movement Albert Bierstadt was a part of. 89: Are you close to your parents? To my mom, yes. 90: Talk about your one of you favorite cities. I love London. I love how it feels, the energy, the history, the elegance and architecture, the tradition. I love it. 91: Where do you plan on traveling this year? Nowhere special. Maybe the Outer Banks for a long weekend?  92: Are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? Barely sprinkles. I like the sauce better :) 93: What's the hairstyle you wear the most? Either air-dry or up in a pony tail. 94: Who was the last person you know to have a birthday? My uncle, whose birthday was Feb. 19. But my stepdad’s is on March 3 and my mom’s is on March 9. 95: What are your plans for this weekend? Sleep, church, movies. Pizza. lol 96: Do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? I usually procrastinate. Lame. 97: Myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? Myer Briggs is INFJ/ENFJ. Zodiac: Cancer. Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw. 98: When's the last time you went hiking? Did you enjoy it? Oh my. It’s been a while, but yes. I thoroughly enjoyed it. 99: List some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. “Wonderland” by Taylor Swift. “Halocene” by Bon Iver. “Blinding” by Jakwob. “Feel So Close” by Calvin Harris. 100: If you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? Why? Definitely 5 years into the past because I would have done things so much differently as a teacher. I would have been more open to ALL of my students and taken advantage of the time I had to get to know as many of them as possible instead of just a small few. The future should be unknown - I’m excited about that.
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