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fainthedcherry · 3 months

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PARAMORE RELEASED THEIR A24 TRIBUTE COVER TODAY. AND I GOT INSPIRED BY THE LYRICS AND THE VISUALIZER.

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IMAGE CREDITS BC VERY OBVIOUSLY THIS IS AN EXPERIMENTAL PIC COLLAGE PIECE PRIMARILY BELOW DESC (I DID NOT TAKE THE COOL PICS OBV.)

OK GIANT CREDIT BLOCK GO (Freepik and pexels my beloved saved my entire college year lmao):

1 OCEAN WAVES

2 OCEAN WAVES AGAIN

3 YES A THIRD OCEAN WAVE

4 VERY COOL DROPLETS

5 FLAME. OO FIRE PRETTYYY /POS

6 BG I CHEATED YOU INTO BELIEVING IS RAIN

The drawing though is made by my acoustic arse /lh

THE LYRICS ARE TAKEN FROM THE VID I LINKED. HAYLEY'S VOICE MY BELOVED AND FOREVER DEAREST ENTIRE BAND /POSPOSPOS. I wanna sing like Hayley so badly, she is such an idol to me, when it comes to vocals and I wish to sing as expressive as her some day 🤧✨💖

WHAT MORE CAN I SAY, OTHER THAN I'VE BEEN EXPERIMENTING WITH SHORT DRAWINGS, THAT TAKE UNDER A DAY TO COMPLETE TO FIGURE OUT SOME THINGS I WANNA DO AS AN ARTIST AND POSSIBLY COMMISSIONS. + These drawings genuinely kinda de-stress so it's been free therapy too, oops. I wanna do more of these vector-style drawings, that are just me taking lyrics and creating these fun collages, of things that inspire me or I like. It's a chill practice and lets my creativity actually do the work for once, instead of my usual need to outdo myself in every drawing and improve lmao. Improvement is cool and all, but dear god did I not realise how hard my need for perfection last year stress and strangle me tf out. I seriously need to re-evaluate the way I approach art as this massive, intimidating medium, when most artists literally draw for fun, and for me it's been like...A Sisyphean task.

If you enjoyed seeing this, I might make a sequel with C'est Comme Ca and w/ Marco in it instead and a red BG,, if I want to, I might turn these into a series, just like those aesthetic icon drawings I made of my 2 boys, started Lotta, and IMMEDIATELY lost that sketch due to my USB's death back in 2022 and lost all motivation for art due to that massive loss /neg

Not sure what else to add here other than my thoughts that I already did!! Other than ofc, the usual, MASSIVE thank you to my friend Hollowed-Hartlocke for introducing me to Paramore back in 2019 <3

Think I'm done rambling now tho!! OH WAIT. I can add, that I had to actually pull out Adobe Illustrator just to add stretched text for aesthetic purposes. Then I got so impatient with the effects panel not showing me the usual layer-effects and me being too lazy to look up, whether InDesign was the one, that had the usual layer effects I use in an Adobe program or not. Btw still mooching off my college acc that shoulda been dead long ago but just isn't??? LMAO I'M STILL GONNA USE IT IF I CAN ALRIGHT.

OH YEAH BTW. This drawing took 3 hours. NO I'M NOT KIDDING. PEOPLE WOULD PROBABLY BE SHOCKED THAT SUCH A LAZY LOOKING PIECE TOOK SO LONG. BUT I GENUINELY AM RATHER SHOOK THAT I TOOK SUCH LITTLE TIME TO CREATE THIS. TBF I threw MOST proportion checks and canvas flips I do out the window, so there's a BIG chance I will hate this, if I flip the canvas xD ANYWAY I RAMBLED LONG ENOUGH I THINK NOW. JUST ENJOY EXPERIMENTAL ART

^Before-bed edit; Yeah his torso's a TAD too much leaning to the left, it's off-center to the rotation of his pelvis to be in fact, but maybe? I'll roll with this mistake. It kinda gives the piece its abstract nature..I kinda like the mistake?? This is the first time in my life I ever tolerated a mistake I did and now declare it on purpose and will probably build one into the next piece as well. Hell, maybe it'll yield an interesting result. Anyway, it's 12PM as I write this, and I have to get up at 4AM for my train soOooo, yeah, gotta sleep ASAP for school.

I have NO clue again what to 100% accurately tag this, so forgive me if the tags are wrong LMAO, I just will believe what I believe it has overlaps w/ within art-genre.

This piece kiiinda gives pop art??? So I'm gonna tag it as such as well, but but might be incorrect. If a pop-art enjoyer wants to correct me, PLEASE DO. I'm going off the definitions of pop-art I learned in high-school. So I could most def be wrong about me adding this tag in particular. How tf do people confidently tag their posts when I doubt almost every tag I add man. Tagging is the worst part of uploading art to me due to how hard it is to label art really, not meant to be in a genre. xD

Def adding Paramore tags tho bc I NEED to know more Paramore fans out there bc we feel like such a tiny community, when they're literally one of the most influential rock bands of the 2000s and 2010s imho AUGH

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stuffedsand · 3 months

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Haruka - 1, 2, 5, and 9

Fuuta - 4 and 19

Mahiru - 3, 11, 12, 13, and 14

Woah that's a lot!! Ty for the ask :p under the cut cuz my answers r gonna be long tm

Haruka 1,2,5,9

1. Favourite song lyrics?

"if only I could do what anyone else could, the right future unfairly chose the wrong me"

It's the most obvious but I really like it :p

2. Favourite MV moment?

These!!!

They're really pretty and I just really like the collage aesthetic of some of the shots, also the one at the start before the song even starts and the uhhh. Bludgeoning of the dog👍

5. Favourite VD line/moment?

To be fr I barely remember the vds,,, but moment wise I do like when es fucking. Threw him across the room (t1) because what the fuck es+the character thing of how he really just wants any type of attention and is glad that es is even listening to him in the first place,,,,like boy no,,,,,

9. Do you forgive their crime on its own?

..........aughgh. ok I don't. Particularly forgive it. Sibling of his or not the girl hasn't been shown to have done anything wrong? Also murder is bad 👎 so by virtue of a direct murder I probably wouldn't forgive him. I will forgive him t3 but like...not his murder itself yk

Fuuta

4. Favourite minigram moment?

The one where they make fun of his height lmaooo hold on I can find it

THESE 2 the height one is funny as hell they didn't have to use 2 other prisoners just kotoko would've been fine but they doubled down on the "haha short" lmaOO

And the kendama one is just silly look at his face

19. What do you think their teenage/childhood years were like?

Honestly I think he's been chronically online for a WHILE. Definitely was part of "the boys" in like. What middle school? Around 13-16. He was definitely one of them and god would he have been insufferable. So relatively normal. At least by today's standards. Apparantly the "boys are absolutely fucking insufferable save like 2 people" thing is almost exclusive to my cohort so. Maybe not as normal. He reminds me of them tho./neg

Mahiru

3. Favourite non-MV official illustration?

Ainandesuyo album illust!!!! It's so pretty

Honorary mention to the 2nd anni illustration cuz I have the acrylic standee of it :p

Piss ass quality photo of said standee (I'm not at home rn so I can't take a better one lmao)

11. Favourite parts of the story n narrative surrounding them?

One that surprised me that I was interested in was how she views love. I'm aroace so I usually am. Really disinterested with themes and topics of romantic love especially (hence why I thought she was kinda boring when I first got into milgram) but honestly I love seeing how her perception of love is and how it's warped and yet she clings onto it so tightly that she says she'll die if she can't love the way she does (iirc. Haven't watched vds in forever but I swear she said something along those lines)

Within Milgram story wise I do think it's interesting how her injuries affect not just her but those around her, and I think it's interesting how they have it affect different characters differently, even to the point of being a big factor in another character's changes between trials. I like when characters affect other characters

12. What do you wish would be discussed more about them in the fandom?

I'm gonna be real I barely discuss mahiru myself 💥 cuz I tend to hyperfocus on the characters i was originally the most interested in. HOWEVER idothink she should be discussed more in general. She's a very interesting character and I want to know others people's thoughts on her and her murder and allat. Yippeee

13. Any idea on how their MV would've been like with a different verdict in t1?

OUGH ok hm. I think it would've stuck more closely to ainandesuyo's vibe. Esp since her ideals on how love is wouldn'tve been rejected. Think the rose tinted glasses parts of daisuki. Yeag mostly that. Maybe a few more cracks on the surface than ainandesuyo tho.

14. Any appearance headcanons?

Idk I like to think she's a lil chubby. I follow milgrams designs almost to a T but I do also think she'd have slightly tanner skin. Maybe cuz she reminds me of a friend lmaooo

#Thabjyou for the ask ✨✨✨✨ I love talking about characters even if i dont ten dto think abt them much #sand speaks #ask game shenanigans

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damonalbarngirl · 3 years

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i was tagged by @theorangepdf to post some of the highlights from my notes app!! thank you so much!!!!

tagging! @woundthatswallows @likeannanicole @soulrealm @tapedeck @carwreckhousefire @teendyke @ricstar @riotgrrlsam @vnusplanetoflove @beemovie2007 no pressure <3

#ok so 1. are lyrics i wanted to make collages of #2. i was ranking s14 eps but then i forgot #3 5 6 are weirdo dreams ive had #4 are just words as i learned them #7 self explanatory #8 lists that make me crazy #9 are some tumblr tags so i wouldnt forget them #10 is [omitted]#tysm for the tag!!! <3333 #going thru the notes app is always both fun & a nightmare #tag games

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renjiokumura · 3 years

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Poor, Unfortunate Me:

Chapter 3

Summary: What if Ben didn’t fall in love with Mal? Find out the answer in Poor, Unfortunate Me. A story about the lesser known and evil second daughter of Ursula and how she gets the love she has been searching for her whole life.

A/N: I'm doing this off my phone so if the formatting is funky, it's because I'm not on my laptop. Also I didn't add a collage this time, and I might not in the future, because I think y'all understand the look I was going for and have a great imagination for these things.

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 (You're Here) / 4 (Coming Soon)

As soon as you got back to your dorm and Evan saw you crying, she asked what was wrong and tried to calm you down. You told her what happened while twisting the truth to protect the others. She just held you and told you everything would be better. To make you feel more relaxed, she broke out some hidden treats and some self spa tools, saying she was going to pamper you.

15 minutes into the mini spa, you already felt 100 times better.

“Thanks Evan. This is the first time I've ever done a spa.” you say with an avocado mask on your face, laying on your bed with Evan right next to you.

With the same avocado mask on her face and 2 cucumber slices on her eyes, Evan says, “I can't believe you’ve never done this before. Not even with your sister?”

You sit up and look at your lap, taking a moment before you answer her question.

“No, she can't stand me, because I'm too soft. Family is not the same on the Isle as it is here. Just cause we're related doesn't mean you have to love or care for each other. You got to look out for yourself.” Your voice is heavy with years of loneliness. When you don't hear anything from Evan but a sniffle, you look to the side to see what's wrong.

Evan, with her adorable self, has tears running down her face full of avocado while she sticks a cucumber in her mouth. She sits up and while chewing the cucumber slice, she says, “That's so sad! I'll be your new sister!” you don't want to laugh, but the scene in front of you makes it hard.

“Why are you laughing? I mean it. I want to be your sister!” She says with the other slice of cucumber in her mouth. It makes you laugh harder, which results in her pouting like a little child.

After a minute you finally calm down enough to talk to her. “I'm sorry. I've never seen something so funny,” she gives you a look, “And sweet. I want to be your sister too. Come here.” you open up your arms for a hug and she takes it.

When you guys pull apart from the hug you both look each other up and down then bust out laughing. During the hug, you guys got avocado all over each other. It was all on both of your clothes. “I trust that you won't freak out when I do this.” Before she can question what you mean, you say a little spell, flick your wrist, and all the avocado is gone.

“OMG, you have magic!?” she excitedly said. You nodded ‘yes’, which resulted in a squeal from her. Her excitement was infectious and made you giddy too.

The rest of the night you guys played around with magic, until you guys fell asleep. But during your good time, the others were making a love potion cookies among other things.

After Lonnie left the kitchen, Mal put the cookies in the oven. In the silence of the kitchen the tension between the group was almost palpable, but Carlos soon broke it.

“Mal, what you said back there to Y/N was very uncalled for. Just because you and her sister have beef doesn't mean you can take it out on her.” Evie and Jay nodded to what Carlos said.

Mal is trying to hold her ground by staring Carlos down, but the guilt is too much. She huffs defeated and looks to her feet. “I know! I know… It’s just we have a mission to complete and if we don't,” she pauses looking up at the others equally frightened faces, then continues, “I don't want to think about if we don't.” The air is heavy with emotions.

The same thoughts all go through their minds in the silence of the room. They all started liking Auradon, but they wouldn’t say it out loud to each other. Here they could do and be whoever and whatever they wanted to be without worry of judgment or consequences. But when they thought about it they don't belong here. They had to remind themselves they were evil and belong to the Isle. Though, in reality, none of that was true.

They had been so lost in their thoughts, that when the timer broke the deafening silence, they all collectively jumped in surprise. They all shared a look before they all walked over to see how the cookies came out.

Mal takes out the cookies and places them on the prep table. “I think these are ready. So do we all know what the plan is for tomorrow?” They all nodded in unison.

After cleaning up, they make their way back to their dorm rooms. Jay and Carlos get to their room first, which leaves Evie and Mal to still get back to their room. When they finally get back, Evie stops Mal before she enters the room.

“You are going to apologize to Y/N, right? Just because we are evil doesn't mean we don't have manners.” Evie can understand where Y/N is coming from and hopefully Mal can too.

“Yeah, Yeah. Only so we can make her our ally again.” Evie knew Mal was actually doing it because Isle kids stick together, but if it helped Mal sleep at night she wasn't going to say anything.

When morning rolled around you felt like something good was going to happen, but it was going to have bad consequences. Letting that thought linger in the back of your mind, you thought about how first period would go after what went down. At least you knew that if Mal came after you again, Evan was coming after her. Yup, reassuring.

Evan was nice enough to walk you to your first period class, since you usually went with the others. When you got there, everyone looked at you, with sorry written all over their faces. Evie put her hand on Mal's shoulder, which prompted Mal to get out of her seat and walk over to you.

When she was finally standing in front of you, Evan stepped forward eyeing up Mal like she wasn't Maleficent’s daughter. “If you hurt my sister,” she points her thumb over her shoulder at you, “I’ll hurt you.” Your surprised by the protective nature of Evan, but let her do her thing.

Mal’s surprised too, but also impressed, so she tells Evan she understands. With that Evan hugs you goodbye and walks to her class. Once Mal has you alone, she says something you'd never expect from her. An apology.

“I want to say sorry about yesterday. What I said was not cool. Can you forgive me?” she asks, looking at you expectantly.

“Water under the bridge. Now let's get to learning.” She smirks at you, and you guys walk to your seats.

During break the group tells you about the love potion plan and you agree to help as much as possible. It hurts you to help destroy any and all chances of getting Ben, but you still feel obligated to help them and something is telling you to do so too. They tell you the plan is going to happen after school at Mal’s locker, so you just wait till then.

When the bell rings ending school, you shoot up out of your seat and run out of class since Mal’s locker is on the other side of school. This causes Evan to follow you, though. You guys always walk from 5th period back to your dorm, so she thought something had to be wrong

By running, you made it just in time. Ben had just taken a bite out of the cookie, when something roughly bumps into you, sending you into Ben’s arms.

Ben is looking down into your eyes and is holding you against his body to keep you from falling.

“Y/N, are you okay?” You nodded too speechless and dazed to verbally answer. The next thing Ben ask you truly knocks you out more than the mystery object that got you the first time.

“But did it hurt?” his slight pause gives you a chance to be confused, then he finishes. “When you fell from heaven?” At that cheesy pick-up line, everyone's jaw dropped, especially yours. You honestly couldn't believe your ears.

“Ben, Are you okay?” You ask ,being able to finally stand on your own legs, but Ben still has his arms wrapped around your thick waist.

“I'm fine, but not as fine as you, sweet thang.” he says with a love struck smile on his face which you promptly covered with your hands so he would stop flirting.

“Jay can you pull him off me, please?” Jay comes to your rescue and gently pries him off of you. Once Jay has him, he asks Ben, “Has your world been worked?”

The answer to Jay's question comes in the form of a song lyric. Looking you in the eyes, Ben sings, “You know you do.” (quoting one of Michael Jackson’s songs). At that you become flustered and turn around, not wanting to drag out your embarrassment.

When you turn around to see what pushed you into Ben, you see Evan.“Evan, what are you doing here?” she opened her mouth to answer, but you interrupted her. “Wait, were you the reason I fell into Ben?” When you said that, she became a little sheepish as she answered.

“Yes,” she whispered, “But I was only running in behind you to see if you were Ok because you left class so suddenly...sorry.” Hearing her explanation only made you smile. You could never be mad at her.

“There's no need to be sorry. You were concerned about me and I appreciate that you care enough to check up on me.” With that said you hugged her. During your talk with Evan, the boys left to get ready for their game.

Once you pull out of your hug, you look towards Mal and Evie and see they both have an urgent look on their faces. “Uh, you want to go to the field and save us some seats in the bleachers?” you ask Evan nervously. She nods ‘yes’ and runs off to the game.

“What was that?!” Mal asked incredulously.

“I’m so sorry guys. It was an accident. I tripped,” you said apologetically, “But you can fix this right?”

“No, there is no time. You’ll just have to become his girlfriend.” She said nonchalantly.

“Wait, what?!” your jaw was practically hitting the floor.

You guess this was the good thing that you felt coming, but unfortunately you knew it was going to end badly.

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indomies · 3 years

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#showyourprocess

From planning to posting, share your process for making creative content!

To continue supporting content makers, this tag game is meant to show the entire process of making creative content: this can be for any creation.

RULES — When your work is tagged, show the process of its creation from planning to posting, then tag up to 5 people with a specific link to one of their creative works you’d like to see the process of. Use the tag #showyourprocess so we can find yours!

sabrina @lanwangiji, my love, tagged me to share my process of making this typography edit! check out her explanation of her the untamed edit and her edit tag.

1. PLANNING

i once opened lyrics edit requests so i can learn and practice typography. this edit was a request as well. i asked them which lyrics they wanted to have and the colors they’d like. since i got several requests and it was hard to keep tabs on them, i made a trello board so i could organize everything. i’m still using the trello board for every edit idea i have, the board makes my life easier.

above is what i filled the card in the board with. basically just information of the requests.

1.1 INSPIRATION

once i got the request, my first thought was to find the vibe the song/lyrics exude. “it’s an old curse” screamed witchy vibes to me, so i went to pinterest to find some inspirations. at first i was looking for witchy poster designs and i came across this. i liked how it has smoke-ish graphic and i thought the smoke suited the “old curse” lyrics. and tbh pinterest is a rabbit hole, they gave me suggestions after suggestions, like this and this which became my inspiration for the color palette (i added the gold from those pics) and the sun moon design gave me the idea to incorporate space stuffs too. i somehow landed on this too, and because i wanted to include space theme, i made a simple phases of the moon. ultimately the hero of this edit was the lyrics, i didnt want the graphics took the center stage. i was inspired to make a crystal ball and do this kind of typography but after several trials i couldnt get the the typography right, so i scratched that idea and went with the space theme instead.

1.2 PICKING COLORS

after i was feeling inspired enough, i went looking for the right colors. i usually just type “color name” and “palette” on pinterest. example “dark grey color palette” and i chose the one i liked best. when the request only asked for 1 color, i always searched for either a complimentary or contrasting color to give it a jushz, to add sprinkles. that’s why i added gold on top of the dark grey.

1.3 FINDING FONTS

this is the hardest part. the fonts play important role to the design. they need to convey the vibes of the lyrics, in this case witchy/magic vibe. i needed to find fonts or font just as magical and a bit whimsical. tho i hoard fonts... i like to use new font for every typography edit lmao sue me.

i highly recommend going to creativemarket free goods site, pixelsurplus font freebies and behance to search for fonts. i always use 100% free fonts, that means i can use it personally as well as commercially. creativemarket gives me desktop license for the fonts, which means i can use it for commercial as well. the reason i do this because i want to open an etsy shop someday, and i want to have the right license when i sell my stuffs. i almost never buy fonts bc they are expensive lmao.

the fonts in used are “Vintage” for the main typograpy (i think i was a freebie from creativemarket) and “Morganite” for the title of the lyrics and the name of artist.

2. CREATING

once i have my materials and ideas, i open my illustrator and hope it doesnt crash every 5 min.

for this kind of typography edits, i use 600x700 px. tbh i dont like using 540px, the suggested tumblr size, as the width bc to me it doesn’t look as good in quality, so i up the px. but more on this sizing later. i utilize the artboards function in illustrator, and i use 2 artboards.

i use illustrator (ai) bc i’m working with vectors. when i work with vectors, the graphics/texts or whatever im making in ai wont become blurry or lose its quality when i enlarge or shrink it. in compare to photoshop, i need to make for example the moon graphic very big, so i wont lose the quality when i reduce and enlarge it again. with vector, i can start small and when i expand it, it’s still as good as when it’s tiny.

2.1 GRADIENTS

i started with the gradients first. i created a rectangle as big as 600x700px and with the “freeform gradient” tool in ai, i played with the colors. below is the color palettes i used

2.2 LYRICS AND GRAPHICS

once the gradients are done, i worked with the lyrics and graphics right away. when i first doing this edits, i made typos a lot lmaooooooo. so i copy and pasted the lyrics on top of my artboard, so i wouldnt have any typos.

i had 3 layers in my ai. one for the inspo pics and the OG lyrics. the rest for the edits themselves. i broke up “It's an old curse/dreamers diving headfirst” into to parts, hence the 2 more layers

i almost always started with the lyrics first then the graphics. but for this edit, i made the smoke first so i can layout where my text would be.

tbh the process of making the lyrics is a trial and error. i tried bunch of different stuffs and i chose whatever the best. but i worked like methodically, i made sure i finished the first part of the lyrics first then i could move on.

i was lucky with this font “vintage”. the font offers me several glyphs like these

and i chose the one at the bottom. you’re very lucky if you find a font and they have glyphs.

excursion: glyphs vs fonts

glyph is an individual character. It might be a letter, an accented letter, a ligature, a punctuation mark, a dingbat, etc.

A font is a digital file which is used to display a typeface, which contains the entire upper- and lowercase alphabet as well as punctuation, numbers, and other special characters.

after i was finished with all the lyrics i added some graphics to make the edit pretty like small stars or dots. i added the song title and the artist too, sometimes at the bottom sometimes at the top. and i added my watermark put it as small as i could and made it a bit invisible but still can be seen.

2.3 EXPORTING

exporting! this is where i’m going to go deeper with the dimension of my work. in ai, i always choose to save with “export as screens” function. it automatically divides the artboards i have and save them separately. i always save as png, bc the size is smaller than jpg but can maintain the quality.

now the export tab looks like this

see the formats? i always scale up my edits, 2-3 times the original artboard size. reason is, to maintain the quality. i have tried to save it as original, 600x700 px, but it turned out a bit blurry. bc everything in ai is vector, when i scale up it doesnt lose the quality. BUT once i save it as png, it’s not a vector anymore, and when you zoom in until a certain degree it’ll be pixelated. that’s why i always scale up, to avoid it becoming pixelated when it’s just zoomed 1 or 2 times.

2.4 FINAL TOUCH

i opened my photoshop and also pray it won’t crash. import the png of my edits, add some grains/noise. the reason i use photoshop is, the noise filter is way better than in ai. it’s smoother somehow. and then i export my edits.

(i have a timelapse of how i made one of my edits, it’s not this one, but it’ll give you a better visualization. find it HERE

3. POSTING

now the hardest parts are done, we go to posting!

i uploaded the 2 posters on tumblr as photos then i wrote the captions. for this typography edit, i always chose another lyrics that i like from the same song for the caption. i bolded the lyrics, add link to all of my typography gradient edits.

i always use this link to color my caption. i usually choose 3-4 colors, and i took the colors from my edit. but this was not until recently lmao. before i just took a guess and looked for similar colors that match the edit, but then i thought “why didnt i just use the color in the posters lmao”

ok after i have my html code for the caption, i go to this site to replace the “;” with “ “ so tumblr can read the code.

i’m not one who puts their edits in draft, bc i just cant wait to post it. i have to option here, either i post it immediately when the time is right (i usually post between 4-8) or i schedule it, if im finished before 4.

i put all the necessary tags and click post! i am done finally!

i’m tagging:

@thetriangletattoo for this amazing series

@deludedandlostcause for this impressive gif

@half-lightl for this spectacular edit

@gayndrew for this stunning drawing

@thechampagnelovers for this cool collage

@cloudslou for this incredible edit

@heyangels for this incredible edit

#bacotan belle #showyourprocess

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aheartfullofjolllly · 4 years

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rules: list 13 songs you’re currently vibing with!! (ok not to sound like an old person but what does vibing mean here? like, music i listen to relax? songs i have on repeat? i’m going with the songs i have on repeat because i don’t really listen to music to relax) -- keeping the commentary because i’m not sure either, so… hahaha

thank you @mika--82 💕 i included some of the lyrics i particularly love 🥰

1. Hollywood + Rush - Lewis Capaldi

So tell me honey, oh, when you're just a step away from falling apart / Do you ever feel like going back to the start?

I know we kept losing touch got lost in the rush I pray you don't hurt too much

ngl, i’ve had lewis capaldi on repeat for weeks hahaha

2. Bob Dylan - Fall Out Boy

When they say; "You and what army?" I guess they're talking about you and me

3. Rome - Dermot Kennedy

Do you remember when / With Rome below us that day / You said, "I wish we could stay"? / I just want to be there again

4. Another Place (+ Orchestra version) - Bastille

I'm lost but found with you, in a bed that we'll never make; I could write a book about the things that you said to me on the pillow / And the way you think, and how you make me feel; So lie to me tonight and pretend 'til the morning light / And imagine that you are mine

5. Masterpiece III - Marianas Trench

All my indecision, all my of my excess / Don't you ever tell me I'm not loving you best

this is one of the three song collages in the whole album and i think it’s genius. i love that they compiled the best parts of the album in one song.

6. The Plagues (The Prince of Egypt OST)

You who I called brother. How could you have come to hate me so? Is this what you wanted?

if you don’t dramatically sing along to this, then what’s the point?

7. Famous Last Words + Bulletproof Heart - My Chemical Romance

'Cause I see you lying next to me / With words I thought I'd never speak / Awake and unafraid / Asleep or dead

I gotta bulletproof heart / You gotta hollow point smile

8. A Part of Me - Neck Deep ft. Laura Whiteside

I can't fall back on you 'cause that's not what I do

9. The Run and Go - Twenty One Pilots

You'll have to watch me struggle / From several rooms away / But tonight I'll need you to stay

10. Kaleidoscope Eyes - Panic! At The Disco

In the sickness of you I'm just a white blood cell, fighting like hell for you

this line in particular really makes me smile ahahahaha

11. Fight Like a Girl - Katherine Lynn-Rose

this one-woman atla musical is legendary!

12. Good as Hell - Lizzo

this is such a feel good song ahhh; listening to lizzo is self-care for me

13. Pretty Please + 100 Ways - Jackson Wang

these songs are such bops istg! it’s not the usual type of music i listen to but they are so catchy. i may have a blooming jackson wang problem. 🤷🏻‍♀️

yes i cheated because there are more than 13 songs there! again, i’m pulling a wwx here. i see a rule and i bend it to my will. 😝 i’ve been looking for new bands/artists/songs to listen to so lemme know if you have recs you think i might like 💕

#i realised i really like pining/yearning lyrics #it is what it is #lmfaaao #tag games #personal #thank you hanyi ❤️#music #music rec

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pastelbatfandoms · 4 years

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The Alpha

A/N: Takes place during Season 1 of Teen Wolf. Collage made by me! Also had Mercy by Hurts, stuck in My head so that is why I added that lyric to the Collage.

Update: 7/10/2020. I have replaced what happened between Lydia and Peter on the show with Marianna instead. (essentially taking Lydia’s role in that S1 plot except Lydia is still a Banshee.)

Part 1-The House on Beacon Hills

Marianna heard footsteps behind her,slow,confident,methodical. Who would dare just stroll into her and Peter's den like this? Well her den now. Marianna thought with a pang of sadness, still on alert,her eyes glowed,claws extending as the footsteps came closer.

Then she heard a soft low voice say her name,

"Marianna. I'm back sweetheart."

Marianna's eyes widened as her claws retracted and her pupils returned to their usual brown,shimmering with tears.

"Peter..."

She whispered her Alpha's name and slowly turned around,as Peter's magnetic blue eyes met her own. A slow grin appearing on his handsome features.

4 years ago....

“I don’t need a Boyfriend I need a Distraction.” Lydia Martin told her Girlfriends as they stopped at their lockers.

“What you need is a man.” Marianna Mccall told her Best Friend,giving Lydia a look as she opened her locker.

Lydia leaned against her own locker,one hand on her hip as she surveyed the throng of students hurrying to class. Her eyes rested on one in particular and both Marianna and their other Best Friend Alison Argent turned to look as Lydia commented. “That one’ll do.” Sauntering over to a tall Jock with a flip of her Strawberry Blond hair.

Marianna and Alison looked at one another with a shake of there head and a laugh. leave it to Lydia.

“Speaking of Boyfriends how are you and Scott?” Marianna asked Alison as they walked to class,referring to Scott Mccall,Marianna’s Brother and Alison’s new boo but long time crush who as of earlier that year is now a WereWolf,only in Beacon Hills.

“We’re good. ok great.” Alison gushed when Marianna gave her a knowing look. “Despite the fact that My Boyfriend turns into a hairy,raging monster every full moon.”

“Hey us girls have our issues too.” Marianna jokes.

Alison laughed at that then asked Marianna,”What about you? When are you going to get yourself someone? That only has eyes for you.” Alison was referring to Stiles Stilinski,Scott’s Best Friend,who had an unrequited crush on Lydia since grade school despite Marianna liking him just as long.

Marianna shrugged. “”I don’t know. You know how I am with High School boys,they’re all so Imma...ture...” Marianna trailed off as her eyes followed a tall boy with black hair and a confident look as he leaned against some lockers,seeming to ignore everyone else,until his eyes locked onto hers.

Time seemed to slow down as she looked at him,maybe she could make an exception to her no HS Boys rule...Still walking Marianna didn’t notice when Alison tugged on her sleeve keeping her from knocking into someone.

“Mari! Earth to Mari!” Alison called out to her.

Drawing her attention back to her second Best Friend,Marianna tore her gaze away. “Huh?”

“Where’d you go just then?” Alison asked.

“I guess I got distracted. Did you see that guy with dark hair over by the lockers? He was staring at me.”

“What guy?” Alison frowned at her in confusion.

Marianna stopped walking and turned in the middle of the hall.Attempting to show Alison who she meant. “That one in the red long sleeved shirt,he’s-” Marianna stopped and looked around,he was gone. Like he had vanished. “He was right there.”

Alison looked around but there was no sign of the handsome stranger that Marianna had claimed she had seen. “I didn’t see anyone Mari. Are you sure you’re ok?”

Marianna nodded frowning.

Lydia met up with them then putting her arms around the girls’s shoulders. “Saw who?”

“Oh just Mari thinking she saw the boy of her dreams.” Alison teased in jest.

“Where? What boy?” Lydia perked up in real interest now.

“Noone. I just thought I saw a guy over by the lockers,staring at me.” Marianna shrugged,trying to act like it was no big deal.

“Oooh secret admirer?” Lydia teased with a raised eyebrow,smirking.

“No. I mean he was kind of cute.” Marianna admitted to them.

“If he was even real.” Alison spoke up.

“C’mon lets find you a tangible boyfriend.” Lydia said,grasping her two best friend’s hands.

Marianna’s eyes widened,”What?! No,Lydia I don’t need-What about the guy you were talking to?” Marianna protested then tried to change the subject.

Lydia made a face,indiciting that Jock had been a dud. But wouldn’t take no for an answer as she pulled a laughing Alison and begrudging Marianna along with her.

Despite her best efforts though Marianna could not forget the boy in the red shirt,there was just something about him,and that was not the last time she would see him.

After that initial sighting,Marianna saw him everywhere at school,sitting alone at the outside lunch tables,even in class. Marianna’s insides couldn’t help but do flip flops everytime he looked at her,despite not knowing even his name,Marianna found herself falling for the mysterious boy.

Marianna was content,for the moment,to dream of him from afar,until one night he showed up outside her house. Dressed all in black,the only white on the collar of his sherpa jacket.

“So you’re finally going to introduce yourself?” Marianna asked with more confidence then she felt,as he walked up to where she was standing on the back yard patio. “or am I to refer to you as Mr Mysterious forever?”

The boy gave an almost shy smile,looking down,then walking slowly up to her,looked her in the eyes,his blue one’s seeming to appear even lighter. “My name’s Peter Hale.” He whispered,seeming to size her up.

Marianna sized him back,trying not to appear nervous. “Peter...I’m Marianna Mccall.”

“I know.” Peter answered with smirk.

Crossing her arms over her chest,Marianna asked. “So why are you here? Besides stalking me apparently.” Marianna gave him a raised eyebrow,smirking back.

“So it’s that obvious.” Peter replied,letting out a soft laugh but not seeming embarrassed.

Marianna just nodded back,looking at Peter expectantly.

“Well I like you. I was just...shy before.” Peter was even closer to her now as Marianna leaned against a pillar of the house.

“You don’t seem that shy now.” Marianna replied

Peter gave a half hearted shrug. “I suppose I’m done waiting for the right moment and...”

Marianna gave a wide smile at that but looking away replied. “No.” Sounding less bashful then she looked.

“No?” Peter looked mildly surprised,looking up at her,through surprisingly long lashes.

Marianna gave him a more confident look this time,staring him in the eyes. “You have to earn that.” She replied giving him a coy look.

Peter laughed a little,grinning. “Heh ok well...” Trailing off Peter reached behind Marianna and plucked a blue flower off the vines that wound it’s way around the wooden pillars of the house.

“How about I give you a flower instead.” Peter finished,holding it out to her,Marianna took the small blue and yellow flower with a small smile. “I’ll see you at school.” Peter told her as she nodded,starting to walk back into the house,when she turned around,Peter was gone.

The next day at school Marianna couldn’t stop thinking about Peter showing up at her house,plus she finally knew his name. The last name Hale did seem somewhat familiar to Marianna but she didn’t think to hard on it,too busy actually looking for Peter.

Her friends noticed too,well all except Scott and Stiles being boys,finally speaking up. “C’mon Mari are you sure you didn’t just dream the whole thing? We haven’t even seen him yet!” Lydia exclaimed looking at her friend with raised eyebrows.

“Lydia is right.” Alison agreed quietly. “Are you sure he’s even-”

But was interrupted when Marianna exclaimed,with a wave of her hand. “There he is!” Gesturing outside she asked, “Do you see him now?”

The girls turned,half expecting not to see anyone,but did a double take when they really did see who Marianna had been talking about all this time.

Peter appeared sitting at a table,the mid afternoon sun making his dark hair shine. He gave a slow grin when he saw the girls notice him,especially Marianna.

Lydia raised one slender eyebrow and grinned back appreciatively. “Well guess he’s not a figment of your imagination after all...I can see why you couldn’t stop thinking about THAT.”

“Lydia.” Alison hissed elbowing her.

“What?” Lydia gave them a mock innocent look as Marianna just shook her head at what an impossible flirt Lydia was. Then said, “C’mon I’ll introduce you.”

They started to walk over when they heard a young male voice behind them ask, “Introduce them to who?” It was Stiles,behind him his Best Friend Scott, seemed to tower over Stiles own Gangly figure.

“Oh just Mari’s current crush.” Lydia told him flippant,disregarding the way Stiles stared at her.

“Lydia!” It was Marianna’s turn to elbow her friend in the ribs.

“Ow. I’m going to end up with a bruise.” Lydia grumbled with a frown,rubbing her side.

“You’re what? Does Mom know?” Scott spoke up,eyeing his Sister. “What’s his name?”

Marianna gave him a look. “No she doesn’t and if you don’t want Mom to know about Alison sneaking over,you won’t tell her. His names Peter.”

Alison looked down,embarrassed but Scott didn’t seem to notice.

“He doesn’t look trustworthy..Something’s off about him.” Scott said,finally getting a good look at Peter,letting out a growl when Peter locked eyes with him,the grin gone.

But Marianna wouldn’t listen. “Ok Wolf Boy you can stop with the big brother act. Stiles?”

At her questioning look,Stiles grabbed Scott’s arm. “OK Scott,I think we should go. Leave the girls to their business,lets go get some food,you need to fuel that WereWolf body of yours.” With that the Hyperactive Teen led Scott away.

Marianna shook her head,rolling her eyes at what she thought was just her adoptive Brother being over protective. Then smiling back at Peter led her Girlfriends over to meet him.

After the initial introductions the girls were a bit taken aback,though not too surprised, when Peter looked up at Marianna and asked confidently. “So I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me?”

Needless to say Marianna was happily surprised and answered with an excited “Yes!” Soon after that they were official.

They dated for awhile but in all those months,they never went out beyond the school or met each others families. Marianna assumed Peter just had strict parents and maybe wasn’t allowed to date,so Marianna didn’t mind only hanging out at school,even after hours. Though Lydia and Alison thought it strange Peter had to keep her a secret. Aside from holding hands,Peter never tried to kiss her after that failed first attempt.

Then one day they met at Marianna’s locker at school as usual,this day however was different when Peter invited her over to his house, saying he needed to “Show her something.” He didn’t give her directionss only saying it was an old victorian in the woods and that she’d know it when she saw it.

Marianna was confused but intrigued and excited that he trusted her enough to finally invite her over.

That night at home Marianna got ready in a floral sundress,Grey Cardigan and black strappy platforms,her dark hair already curled from earlier,choosing to keep it understated but still cute,Marianna applied some mascara and a bit of lip gloss. Heading downstairs she told Scott to cover for her and headed out the door.

The air was brisk and crisp autumn leaves fell from the trees,it was already fall and Marianna was glad she had at least worn the cardigan. Though to be honest Marianna hardly felt the cold,Scott had said she was like almost like a WereWolf with how warm blooded she was. Mari smirked at the irony of her actual wolf brother saying that.

Despite not knowing exactly where she was going Marianna headed into The woods or Beacon Hills Preserve as it was officially named. Despite moving cautiously Marianna still managed to trip over a root in the ground,walking in heels in a forest wasn’t the smartest choice. letting out a frustrated breath,Mari bent over and undid her sandals,preferring to walk barefoot outside anyway,as she carried the platforms in her hand then advanced slowly deeper into the woods,the forest floor more a mountain of leaves now then anything else.

As soon as her feet touched the damp soggy ground,she seemed to know exactly where to go as if on auto pilot,as she reached a clearing in the woods,spotting The Victorian Mansion that Peter had referred to,what he hadn’t told her was how grand and imposing it was,standing in the middle of the forest,in all of it’s yellow and white grandeur like it had always been there,like it was meant to.

Marianna walked up the drive way and up the white steps,reaching the matching front door with the one large window pane that took up most of it. She slowly opened it,peering inside,then stepped in. Not waiting for Peter,Marianna sensed that he wouldn’t mind anyway,he had invited her. Strangely though she didn’t hear or see anyone and glancing around,Marianna noticed that the inside of the house looked less kept up then the outside.

Autumn leaves blew in from outside before Mari could shut the door,Mari only payed the slightest of attention as she closed the door behind her. Marianna looked around once again,noticing the white walls and worn dark wood flooring,their was little else to see really as most of the house was empty,barren almost,only a few boxes and an chestnut brown Armoir with a matching full length mirror stood off to one side of the sunken living room that Marianna stepped into.Either they were slow at unpacking or...

Suddenly a noise interrupted Mari’s train of thought as she heard the sound of sneakers echo from the entryway,Marianna was once again glad she had taken her platforms off,setting them by the door. Marianna whirled around to see Peter standing at the front door,grinning at her as he approached. Dressed in his favorite colors red and grey, the same clothes he had worn to school.

Marianna felt a little silly for having changed her patterned dress she wore at school to the floral one but she quickly brushed it away,she had been thinking she would meet his parents after all.

All thoughts of that vanished though as Peter strides towards her,circling her, an easy confidence in his demeanor as he said. “I’m glad you made it. You look good. All for me?”

Marianna tried not to appear nervous. “I thought I was going to meet your parents.” She answered.

Peter smirked,shaking his head. “No,unfortunately they’ve been...detained. On a business trip.”

“Oh...What did you want to show me then?” She asked as Peter stepped closer.

“Actually...” Peter Hesitated. I’ve decided to hold off on that. I don’t think you’re ready.”

Marianna started to ask ‘ready for what?’ but before she could,Peter had a hold of her around the waist,his breath on her face. Marianna’s heart pounded,butterflies dancing in her stomach,all questions disappearing from her mind.

“I was wondering if I could take that kiss now?” Peter asked his voice lower then she’d ever heard it.

As if in a trance,Marianna could only nod,licking her lips as Peter drew her lips to his and kissed her long and passionate,It was unlike any kiss she had ever had,certainly with a HighSchool boy,Marianna wrapped her arms around his neck,never wanting it to end.

But it did as they broke apart with shuddering breaths,eyes closed, Peter’s forehead against Mari’s.

“You’re so beautiful...” Peter murmured,” I wish I didn’t have to leave you..”

Marianna came back to herself, from the heady daze Peter seemed to have over her and frowned then realizing what he said, as she opened her eyes. “Wait... Leave,what do you mean?”

Peter sighed as they broke away,but stayed within arms reach. “That’s another reason I wanted you over,I’m leaving,we’re moving on...so to speak. That’s why the house is so empty.”

Marianna looked away sadly. “So I guess this is...”

Before she could finish,Peter stopped her,taking her hands. “Hey no. Don’t say it. This is NOT goodbye.” Peter reassured her,tilting her chin to look at him. “ We will meet again,once we’re strong enough...I will come back for you.” Peter trailed a thumb down her lips as she closed her eyes. Marianna wanted to ask why he thought they weren’t strong enough,but Peter was gone before she could open her eyes let alone utter a word. As she was left standing alone in an empty house, the one boy she could have grown to truly love,vanishing on the wind as Marianna was left with only the ghost of him...

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

END OF PART 1

Tagging: @gumbieghoul

#Teen wolf #peter hale x oc #tw fanfiction #The alpha

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REPOST: Evidence #1 - Noel’s Sexuality

Hello! So, I’m reposting this 2017 post because Tumblr deleted it.

Enjoy!

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Good evening, class! It’s been a long time but I’m back. It took so long because I needed plenty of time to arrange everything correctly, because tonight we’ll have a long post. And I’m back with such a polemic subject to talk about. That’s right: Noel Gallagher’s sexuality. Pretty much a taboo in the whole fandom.

I actually realised this should have been my first post here, since it’s focused much more on the 80s, but, well, it’s all said and done now, so just pretend you read this post first, ok?

Before starting I know that there will probably be someone/some people who will go “but jULIA YOU CAN’T TALK ABOUT THIS, IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, IT’S TOO PERSONAL, YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT NOEL AND HIS GAYNESS AA A A A A A A”

And I’ll tell you what, kids: I’d rather walk I HAVE the right to talk about this, I’m his fan, I have the evidences, I’ve done researches, essays, everything you can imagine, and my conclusion is: it’s not my fault if he prefers to stay inside the closet LG x

So, take your seats and here we go!

Disclaimer: this is a bunch of evidences I made by myself, based in conversations I had with my friends and months of analysis, suffering, nights of insomnia and tears. Don’t know if everything is veridical, but at least, it’s a way that I found to “light” up our way and try to find some proper fucking answers to this stuff.

Well, I bet lots of you have already wondered (at least once in your lifetimes) about Noel’s sexuality, because, honestly, it’s something really confusing if you stop to think about it. The guy fucking hooked up with his brother, that’s already a good point to start. But I’ll try to list all the evidences on a chronological order.

1-) This Charming Man

This one is more like a deduction but ok. Yes, the famous Smiths’ song always had an important role on Noel’s life. It was the first song he learned to play on guitar. It was his main inspiration to become a musician as soon he saw The Smiths playing it on Top Of The Pops in 1983.

But, a 16 year old Noel who hated school and all type of book obviously didn’t understand the references and the lyrics meaning of any song as a 21 year old Noel could.

There’s a quote from Noel, which I think it’s from the NGHFB era already – but it might be from the late Oasis years, who knows – which I couldn’t find now, but I promise I’ll try my best to find it. If you know it, you can send it to me, too. The point is that, basically, Noel was asked by the interviewer why would he play the same fucking songs in every single gig.

Noel answered that, when he attended his first Smiths’ gig, which I’m sure it was in late 80s, he wanted them to play This Charming Man SO SO SO SO SO MUCH, and they had played it on their last gig, or on the last week’s gig, something like this, so Noel was really hopeful about it. The point is: they didn’t play it on the gig that Noel attended, and he got pretty much traumatised over that. So, he claims he plays the same songs every single gig because of that happening.

But, now, I ask you: As I said, this song was always important to him. But, as he grew old, he might have understood the lyrics more – This Charming Man’s lyrics clearly talks about homosexuality and an affair between a guy from working class and a guy from an upper class, you can read more about it on Genius, I guess. And now that he was older, maybe he identified more with the song in general.

He said once that as soon as he heard This Charming Man, everything made sense, even though he didn’t know any literature references and stuff like that – so he admitted that he didn’t get the lyrics at first. And this is important because I’m not telling you he had homosexual tendencies since he was born, it came after years and years.

2-) “Effeminate Phase” AKA Manchester Mauler

In the Definitely Maybe DVD, when talking about the “Give me gin and tonic” bit from Supersonic with Mark Coyle (11:30), Noel mentions that he must have been going through one of his – ONE OF, IT MEANS HE HAD LOTS OF – ‘effeminate phases’ to be drinking gin and tonic at that time.

He even joked once in an interview with Zane Lowe that when Peggy asked him why did he kept in his room 24/7 playing guitar, he answered, joking, “because I’m gay” :’))))))))))))

And now, the thing that I guess it’s the most iconic thing about Noel’s sexuality: if you search on Google “Is Noel Gallagher gay?” you will find an anonymous answer (that actually was answered by The WikiAnswers Community™), which goes:

“Definitely! He’s known as the Manchester Mauler. A refrerence to his brutal homosexual appetite durring his youth in Manchester, England.”

And in case you’re wondering “what the fuck does Mauler mean?”, Urban Dictionary will help you:

(I censored it because maybe Tumblr would block it again if I didn’t)

Let me tell you: this is my favourite piece of information of the entire Oasis history. It doesn’t come from any reliable source but the point is: I don’t doubt it. It’s the truth to me.

3-) Clint Boon

This is probably the most important evidence – so important that it’s why I’ve chosen it to illustrate the post. Noel’s years as a roadie were, obviously, wild.

Everything started when he auditioned to be the new singer of Inspiral Carpets. As we all know, he wasn’t accepted, but he was asked to be a roadie, in case he was interested. I don’t want to be pretentious but I have lots of friends who think that the job was only offered to him because Clint was already interested, BUT ANYWAY.

It’s common to see lots of photos of Clint and Noel together, we all know. And very suspicious photos, in fact. Some of them are not even with Clint, for example. The one where Noel is almost kissing a guy with a hand on his **** is actually Graham. And you can tell it because Graham’s hair was shorter than Clint’s (it’s the third photo of the collage above)

Noel was already asked by this photo on an interview and he was BOLD ENOUGH to deny the kiss:

“Interviewer: There’s a quite famous photo of you snogging Clint [Boon] from The lnspiral Carpets.

Noel: Oh no, that was Graham [Lambert, Inspirals guitarist]. Yeah. We weren’t actually kissing, though.

I: It looked like you were.

N: Yeah, yeah, it did look like it. But I can assure you.”

Anyway, the point is, we know Noel can assure they weren’t kissing because the only guy he would kiss was Clint. Ok, seriously now: we know that Noel used to take suspicious photos with his friends, while they drank and did drugs.

You can even see Noel shotgunning – the act of blowing weed or simply cigarette’s smoke on another person’s, usually your partner’s, mouth, and maybe even kissing – on the 4th and 5th photo from the beginning of the post. Notice that both photos were taken at the same night (their clothes are the same) and with the same guy.

Ah, and we have the matching haircuts as well. Thing we saw happening to Liam and Noel too (1997, 1999…)

(please don’t ever let this photo die)

Well. My point here is not the photos, not even the haircuts at all. It’s Clint. The amount of photos/footage we have of Noel with Clint is much more significant than the ones we have with the rest of the band. For example, Noel’s not seen in bed with any other member than Clint.

Actually, I have more things to talk of Clint, but I’ll leave it to another post.

And more: on the book “Carpet Burns: Life with Inspiral Carpets”, by Tom Hingley, the lead singer, contains a quote where Clint claims that Noel taught him another use for the airplane tables (thanks, Mat, for the useful info!). Another use. If you know what I mean.

But the most extraordinary thing is that, coincidence or not, there’s a Inspiral’s song, called Dragging me Down, written by Clint, released on 1992 – when Noel was already gone and in Oasis –, that strangely makes references to planes, travels, sky and flying. Behold:

Now, it’s up to you to patch things together.

AND DON’T YOU GET ME TO TALK ABOUT THIS:

4-) Random Noel’s quotes through the years

This one is probably the more common and easy-to-find evidence. I’ll just give the examples I recall now, but if you have more in mind, feel free to share it so I can add it to this post!

I don’t know what happened to Noel in the ‘Russell Brand 6Music show’ on 2006, because somehow he said a lot of things there.

Noel insisted that if he was gay, he’d be the biggest gay in the world, saying “I would be gayer than Freddie Mercury”, and then, Russell suggested that the 3AM girls might be interested in Noel suddenly getting in touch with his gay side, to which Noel replied:

“In a manner of speaking, I may have done already.”

Bingo!

And there’s that one from 1 Leicester Square, also being interviewed by Russell Brand, where they even talk a little about Noel’s years as a roadie, and Noel later says he was “very in touch” with his “effeminate side” (again!) and that Noel was a girl’s name¿? Russell says Liam has a “sexualised arrogance” and I confess I’m really like ?¿?¿where did you get it, son?¿?¿? because I really do think it’s something Noel thinks at the deep heart, not something Russell Brand could say, actually.

And again, there’s another quote, from another Russell Brand BBC2 show from 29th July 2008: “I like a few women but I like men an awful lot more.” He even continues and say “I call myself straight, but I’m GAY!”. “If I went to call myself bisexual, it would be equally, if not more misleaded (?), I’m not undecided or bi-curious either” Then, Noel asks “Matt, can you come up with a new word for people who are mostly straight but a little gay or mostly gay but a little straight?” and Russell comes up with the brilliant answer: “Oasis.”

It actually surprises and triggers me how nearly every time Noel and Russell meet, they end up talking about that subject… really weird, innit? Does Russell know of something? We might never know… *suspense intensifies*

And, now, going out of the Russell Brand show, we have the beautiful quote of Noel for a German TV interview on February 2009, which I’ll give me the luxury to copy down here:

“Q: So tonight you’re on stage with your brother.

N: Unfortunately, yes.

Q: Unfortunately. You don’t like each other very much.

N: No.

Q: Is there anything you like about your brother? Anything?

N. There’s lots of things I like about his personality, but he doesn’t like me.

Q: Do you know why?

N: Uuuhm…

Q: Have you ever talked to him about it?

N: I don’t know. You’d have to speak to him. But I know he doesn’t like me. He insults me all the time.

Q: But you like him.

N: There’s certain aspects of him that I like.

Q: What kind of aspects?

N: He wears crazy shoes.

Q: Ah. Anything else?

N: He has crazy hair.

Q: And what’s that got to do with his personality?

N: They’re just things I find attractive in men.”

Fine.

6-) This.

Ok, now I have two destinations: either people will kill me or support me. I don’t want to, I don’t know, ruin Noel’s perfect-marriage-husband reputation or whatsoever; actually, I don’t want to ruin Noel’s marriage lolololol but the point is: it’s in the internet, so it’s free, right? And my job here is exposing. So, that’s what I’m gonna do.

Well, one day I was doing my daily research with my friends, seeking for evidences of Noel’s bisexuality, and I bumped up into this:

But then I thought, “c'mon, the guy (who I censored the username for legal reasons) could be tripping”, but then me and my big-stalker-KGB-ass did a research on the lad’s profile, and, in the same weekend he tweeted that, he really was at Glasto, in 2014:

And the point is that, Noel wasn’t playing Glastonbury then, but he ATTENDED Glastonbury; he was at backstage, as you can see here:

Maybe the guy is crazy? Yes! Do I think he is actually crazy? No! Simply because, as I said, I don’t doubt anything, I know Noel and his capacity. The only difference between Noel and Liam is that Noel is a perfect secrefreak.

7-) Oasis fans are noticing it

If you think I made up all this bullshit, think again. It’s more and more common you see, not only the more dedicated fan accounts talking about it, but more grown-up fans talking about it too – I mean: it’s common to see not only the fan girls talking of it, but 30 year old blokes talking too. So, something must be quite right in all of this, right?

That’s it, guys, thank you so much for reading, I really consider this post my ultimate masterpiece, so I hope you enjoyed it! Feel free to reblog, it helps me a lot, send a message or whatever, I’ll love to read it, see you on the next post!

#noel gallagher #gallaghercest #gcestlavie #evidence #80s

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bettyrightnow · 4 years

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@cruuelsummer tagged me to do this!!!!!! thank you taty i love you 💕

1. are you named after anyone?

i am!! my first name is after a girl that my mom taught before i was born and my middle name (grace) is after my great grandma :)

2. when was the last time you cried?

ok so i literally cry every day so like. yesterday

3. do you have kids?

no i’m like 4

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

from time to time

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

ummm!! their eyes!!! or their eyebrows which sounds weird but it’s true idk idk

6. what’s your eye color?

they’re uh hazel i think? my friend says they’re green but like it’s the same thing basically

7. scary movie or happy ending?

happy ending!!!! unless it’s scream which like,,, lowkey has a happy-ish ending so you know

8. any special talents?

i can play guitar! idk if that’s a special talent but it is the only thing that i can do lol

9. what country were you born in?

usa

10. what are your hobbies?

besides guitar i like to do art! and like lyric edits from time to time but mostly i like painting or making collages and things like that

11. do you have any pets?

yes!!!! i have a dog named tiny and she is the goodest girl

12. what sports do you play/ have you played?

i used to play softball but right now i don’t do anything

13. how tall are you?

5’3’ i don’t wanna talk about it

14. favorite subjects in school?

um!!! it’s usually history but right now i’m in a geography class which is not as fun so right now it’s biology!!! i fucking love biology!!!

15. dream job?

i want to be a veterinarian! i wanna help animals :)

i tag: @wonderfked @missmericana @pacelikeaghosts ((i’m sorry if y’all have already done it)) 💕

#tag games #:)

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kaitkerrigan · 6 years

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Not my clearest freewrite to date... but I share it with you freely. I veered pretty far from my prompt. I promise a better one next week. Though maybe it was just me. Can’t wait to see what YOU wrote. :)

Well, first thing’s first. I hate writing to lyrics. All I can think about is lyrics.

I’m so sorry everyone. I’m so sorry that I’m making you listen to lyrics. Lyrics are the worst. How do you ever get any work done with us chattering at you? I love this song but I can’t do ANYTHING while I’m listening to it. What a disaster!

Ok. Focus, Kerrigan. Listen to the groove. Maybe turn down the treble?

I’ve never driven across the country. Is that crazy? I wish I had. I wish that was something that my teen or adult life had given me. Now I have a toddler who uses the potty and in spite of her Herculean ability to “hold it” I don’t believe that a cross-country road trip is in our future for a long time.

I watched Lady Bird last night and I was really confused by the first scene. Was it in the future of the movie? Or did I miss something? Why was she on a 21 hr road trip with her mother? Were they visiting a college?

I remember visiting Amherst with my mother. I wanted to go to school there so badly. I wanted to live where Emily Dickinson lived. Have I ever told you about my obsession with Emily Dickinson. “A great hope fell, you heard no noise. The ruin was within.” We toured her house, her garden.

My childhood road trips were only on the east coast. We never went inland - not to Chicago, not to Ohio. We traversed the eastern seaboard back and forth and back again. We didn’t have any family west of us - just some family down in Florida. Everyone had stayed put. I was obsessed with my grandmother’s stories of living in Wisconsin and Florida - places she hated - she decided that her hometown of Kingston, PA was where she was always meant to be. And that’s where she’s stayed since she had very small children. She hasn’t taken an airplane since the 1960s.

But when have I ever lost touch with myself? My own prompt? At parties - not on the road. I never know who I am at a party. I never know what to do with my hands. But on the road - alone - I’m so alive and present and unconfused. I can drive anywhere and I feel sure. Is it America’s America-ness? The cliche of truck stops? The sameness of chain restaurants on the highway?

Oh, but there was that one trip. After everything changed inside of me, before I left my boyfriend who I had to leave but wouldn’t leave for another 6 months, after my transgressions. We were driving up Route 1 - two friends and my boyfriend and I. There was such a difference - the plainness of the drive to San Francisco, that was beautiful and glorious and filled with planned stops - Hearst Castle and Big Sur - and a few mishaps - in particular a bee sting on the ball of my foot (I’m allergic) that had us sprinting up the final leg to our friends in Berkeley, where I barely remember being put into a bed to recover for 3 days before I could walk on it. And then, my boyfriend left. I was home with my best friend from college for a few days. And then, I drove with my two friends the rest of the distance to my best friend from high school in Oregon.

It was the Lost Coast. And I was lost before I got there. But perhaps I was found when I was there. There’s a simplicity and beauty to driving through the straight long roads of California. The canopy of red woods that both predate us and survive us. The algae that covers the rocks on the side of the road in toxic neon colors that make you doubt everything you know about the universe and what colors it gives us.

There was one strange night, where we had to stay in a shitty motel in a one-horse town. We ate Dairy Queen for dinner because there were no restaurants open and we were sick of drinking. We were right on the border of California and Oregon. And we laid down in our shitty motel beds that might have well had bed bugs, we’ll never know. We turned on the television and watched Nick at Nite. There was a Roseanne marathon on.

Ah, of course it comes back to Laurie Metcalf. So that night, my friend (who I’ll now admit was Brian because I don’t know if this story will mean as much without that fact - that we were and are collaborators) and I watched Roseanne long after our other friend fell asleep. And we saw this one episode where Roseanne went to visit a sick relative and it was this weird bottle neck episode (is that what they’re called? Like the one in Girls with Patrick Stewart? That is NOT who it was with... but you know what I mean? Someone knows? Patrick Wilson. ) where nothing changes from the beginning to the end of the episode but EVERYTHING CHANGES WITHIN IT. Anyway, Laurie Metcalf and John Goodman’s characters realize that at some point they had some interest in each other, and they go from being bickering in-laws to talking about the moment that never happened between the two of them - the relationship that never was to be. And of course, that is never to be. But Brian and I turned to each other in the darkened shitty motel and we both had tears in our eyes. It was truly beautiful.

I’ve always been too enamored by the “almost was, never could be”. It’s taken a lot of growing up to get over that. But I know that moment was paired with the fact that I was already nostalgic for the relationship that I hadn’t left yet. Now, if I think about what I really want to be writing about - the idea that’s in my head that I’m trying to pin down, I think that exact kind of nostalgia is useful. I’ve never had trouble not living in the moment before regretting. But I have always had trouble not looking at the paths that never were - should I blame Sliding Doors, a movie that came at perhaps too influential a moment of my life?

Women are told not to trust their instincts. Even Elizabeth Bennett was wrong about what she wants in a man. Is that what you wanted me to learn, Jane Austin? Are we to have so little faith in our instincts? Are we to believe ourselves so very unreliable?

I guess that’s the question I have about the question I posed to you. Is there such thing as ever not “knowing who you are”? You are. All of the multitudes of yourself are the collage that makes you. How can we doubt that? How can we expect more of ourselves than that?

You look at a friend and you see a solid person that you can tell a narrative about to yourself. That narrative and its incomplete nature is the reason you can tell that story. The lack of completion lets you make up a story. But the thing we forget is that the actual thing of it - the person, the life, is a muddle of mismatched pieces that don’t fit easily together. We spend our lives trying to make sense of it. We go to therapy. We write ourselves into boxes, narratives, memoirs that have clarity. But then, the people around us look at those memoirs and call shenanigans on the versions of ourselves that we create. I remember reading about Joan Didion and Madeleine L’Engle - writers I adored - and their children’s versions of their lives and I was horrified to find out that their sanitized explanations of their lives were just that. That their real lives were messy as hell.

The road allows you to shed your skins - your roles as mother, daughter, sister, brother. Driving is a kind of meditation. There’s only you and your own concentration on what you must do to not die. Even if your daughter is crying in the back seat which is inevitable, you have to tune it out enough to focus on the road. And so you learn what kind of driver you are. Are you able to tune everything out and get the simple task done? Or do you land yourself in a ditch?

As I write this, my daughter is crying in her bedroom. She had a fever tonight and my 32 minutes are up.

#freewrite #writing sprint #30 minute writing sprint #creative writing #word vomit #roseanne #girls #sliding doors #pride and prejudice #madeleine l'engle #joan didion #motherhood #road trips

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nollid · 3 years

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ENG 347 Blog Post #2 Dillon Rowe

1. Explore Elizabeth Acevedo’s online presence across social media and various literary communities. Briefly discuss something you find about her or her work that allows you to approach and/or frame your reading of The Poet X in a new or deeper way. Some places to start: Her official website, twitter account, Instagram account, interviews with NPR, other lit journals/websites, etc.

I chose to search/examine Elizabeth Acevedo’s online presence on YouTube, and in my search discovered that The Poet X was heavily influenced by Acevedo’s own personal life and poetry. In her video with the YouTube channel ‘Epic Reads’, Acevedo mentions that she pulled poems from some of her own journals, particularly one from her junior year of high school. She described this process as being a “collaboration with my younger self” which I find so interesting and cool (Epic Reads).

In another interview with PBS NewsHour, Elizabeth also described herself as being a “spare writer” (which is a term I had never heard before), and that the first draft of The Poet X was only 20,000 words before adding another 15,000 in revision. She also states that the process of writing The Poet X early on was to tell herself the story and sort the holes out from there. The last thing I want to highlight that I found (also from the PBS NewsHour interview) is that in her words, “The emotional truths of the story are my own”. With this bit of information in mind, I feel like I am going to pick The Poet X back up with a newfound level of love and respect for Xiomara as I know now that, as Elizabeth states, “The heart of [the story]” is autobiographical, although many of the plot points are not (Acevedo clarified that she didn’t get in trouble, and she wasn’t shy, unlike Xiomara) (PBS NewsHour).

2. The Poet X tackles Xiomara’s questions regarding religion, her struggle to be at home in a body that is often perceived in ways she can’t control, and her intense relationship with her mother. Discuss a particular quote/page/poem that particularly that you believe has the potential to resonate with adolescent readers who are going through similar struggles to Xiomara. (Keep in mind our guiding question: What could this text do for adolescent readers?)

The poem I selected from The Poet X that resonated with me (and that I think will resonate with adolescent readers) is “Ms. Galiano” from page 39 (this page may be different for you—I’m reading from a digital copy). The reason I chose this poem is because I think that all adolescents can or will relate to the feeling of being told “Oh you got THAT teacher?! They’re so strict or so uptight or assign so much work.”—especially in middle school and high school, which is around the grade level I imagine many The Poet X readers are. For me that teacher was my seventh-grade social studies teacher who, my sister described as being “wicked”. And not in the good connotation. But from day one, that teacher ended up being the exact opposite. In fact, that teacher my sister described as “wicked” ended up being one of my absolute all time favorite teachers. Was she strict? I guess, but she was doing her job and was trying to teach us—a bunch of punk ass tweens—a thing or two. Did she assign a lot of homework? Again, I guess, but I learned a LOT in that class that I can still recall today. And above else, did she care about her students? Absolutely. I used to test in alternate locations to minimize distractions, and I hadn’t studied for this particular geography test. She came to check on me and saw that I was distraught and was so keen on making sure that I was OK that she let me retest at a later date. And I know she would’ve done the same for any of her students!

What this long winded anecdote is meant to suggest though is that I think we all had that one teacher. That teacher everyone says to be afraid of, but who turns out to be a genuinely amazing teacher, facilitator, and above all else, person. I think that adolescents reading The Poet X will find that, when they get to the poem “Ms. Galiano”, that a teacher of theirs comes to mind. I also think that adolescents who lack an authoritative, adult figure who loves and cares about them unconditionally, will resonate with the fact that, as Xiomara states, “… although it’s the first week of school, / and teachers always fake the funk the first week, / I have a feeling Ms. Galiano / actually wants to know my answer.” What this short excerpt exemplifies is that, in spite of what others have to say about this teacher, she genuinely cares about her students and what they have to say. I also think that adolescent may resonate with the point that Xiomara makes about Ms. Galiano being “… little… / but carries herself big… Like she’s used to shouldering her way through any assumptions made about her”. I think this is an extremely admirable trait that many adolescents will find security in—the feeling of being small, but learning to carry yourself as though you are much bigger.

3. Xiomara writes, “Late into the night I write and the pages of my notebook swell from all the words I’ve pressed onto them. It almost feels like the more I bruise the page the quicker something inside me heals.” Poetry and writing allow Xiomara to heal. When you were an adolescent, what creative outlet or passion allowed you to heal? Has this outlet changed now that you are older?

When I was an adolescent, I only had a few honest-to-goodness creative outlets. If I were upset or struggling to cope with something, I used to like listening to music while going for a walk or on a bike ride. I also played a lot of video games. As much I still like these activities, as I got older, and life threw more curve balls, my desire to find creative outlets that lend themself to more creative self-expression became much greater.

Initially it was digital art (i.e. collages in Photoshop, video editing, etc.). I had also always wanted to learn an instrument (my sister played guitar, but I’m left-handed and am no Jimi Hendrix), so I opted to learn how to make music on the computer. Initially the music I created was a complete joke. And I mean that literally—my friends and I would make instrumentals and would freestyle rap/sing about whatever came to mind. One of my friends, Connor, went as far as to do a whole album of covers. Some covers included “Locked Out of Heaven by Bruno Mars, “Let Me Love You” by Mario, and my personal favorite “Leavin’” by Jesse McCartney.

But as I got older, I realized how much I had learned about the software I was using and how I could produce more serious and meaningful instrumentals as a way of expressing myself. After my first break-up, I really began to take it seriously. Eventually I realized though that, as much as an instrumental can convey emotions, without words it’s meaning was somewhat superficial. That realization led me to where I am now, writing. Not song lyrics, but prose. Whether it’s for school or for myself, the amount of relief I find in writing is unprecedented.

Works Cited:

Epic Reads. “Epic Author Facts: Elizabeth Acevedo | The Poet X.” YouTube, uploaded by Epic Reads, 27 Mar. 2018, www.youtube.com/watch?v=vdd9b3pfA-o.

PBS NewsHour. “‘The Poet X’ Author Elizabeth Acevedo Answers Your Questions.” YouTube, uploaded by PBS NewsHour, 30 Nov. 2020, www.youtube.com/watch?v=LRrL5gSkfzY.

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to-my-beloved-fandoms-blog · 7 years

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Studyblr Question Tag

Rules are simple: answer 11 questions then tag some people

Thanks for the tag @charlotteofcamelot :D thank you sweetie!

1. Subjects you’re taking? I am taking an poetry/english class, life drawing ( nude models ), American Gov. ( I haaaaattttteeee it. I SUCK at gov!) and last, art history( bleeeehh, sometimes it sucks having an art major..)

2. Biggest influence? Oh goodness, so many! I would say my girlfriend is the biggest, for she supports me and is working hard on their education too. My best friends, my tumblr friends and wanting to get my education.

3. Country you want to visit? I have been lucky enough to travel a lot of places. I really want to go to NZ because my girlfriend lives there and I need her in my life. I also would LOVE to go to Japan. <3

4. Favorite book? To many to count.. ahhhhhh..fine. I will choose Time Cat by Lloyd Alexander.

5. Sources of motivation? Wanting to finish collage and make my dream come true. <3 Along with my lovely support from my girlfriend. <3

6. What language do you want to learn? Oh, I would love to learn Japanese or German.

7. Halloween or Christmas? THIS IS HALLOWEEN, HALLOWEEN,HALLOWEEN!!! <3

8. How old are you? 20 but I feel 40.. damn being an old soul.

9. Favorite season? Fall. It is so perfect , cold, and spooky.

10. Favorite band/singer? once again,TO MANY. I will go with Emilie Autumn or FFDP.

11. Have you had a good day today? It is 10:57 AM ... and I just finished presenting, so my anxiety is kind of making me not ok. I also am tired as hell. I am still hoping things will look better.

Tags: @true-bloods @fandomlife-universe @castiel-knight-of-hell @trisscar368 @tradigitalhollow @moonlight-lyrics

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renjiokumura · 5 years

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Poor, Unfortunate Me: Chapter 3

Ben x Plus Size! African American Reader

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 4 coming

A/N: Most animated characters that I bring to life in this series will be the actor that voiced them. I don’t own any of these characters besides Evangeline, all the other characters are owned by Disney. The collages I add are outfit references for (Y/N).

15 minutes into the mini spa, you already felt 100 times better.

“Thanks, Evan. This is the first time I’ve ever done a spa,” you say with an avocado mask on your face, laying on your bed with Evan right next to you.

With the same avocado mask on her face and 2 cucumber slices on her eyes, Evan says, “I can’t believe you’ve never done this before. Not even with your sister?”

You sit up and look at your lap, taking a moment before you answer her question.

“No, she can’t stand me, because I’m too soft. Family is not the same on the Isle as it is here. Just cause we’re related doesn’t mean you have to love or care for each other. You got to look out for yourself.” Your voice is heavy with years of loneliness. When you don’t hear anything from Evan but a sniffle, you look to the side to see what’s wrong.

Evan, with her adorable self, has tears running down her face full of avocado while she sticks a cucumber slice into her mouth. She sits up and while chewing the cucumber slice, she says, “That’s so sad! I’ll be your new sister!” you don’t want to laugh, but the scene in front of you makes it hard.

“Why are you laughing? I mean it. I want to be your sister!” She says with the other slice of cucumber in her mouth. It makes you laugh harder, which results in her pouting like a little child.

After a minute you finally calm down enough to talk to her. “I’m sorry. I’ve never seen something so funny,” she gives you a look, “And sweet. I want to be your sister too. Come here.” you open up your arms for a hug and she takes it.

When you guys pull apart from the hug you both look each other up and down then bust out laughing. During the hug, you guys got avocado all over each other. It was all on both of your clothes. “I trust that you won’t freak out when I do this.” Before she can question what, you mean, you say a little spell, flick your wrist, and all the avocado is gone.

“OMG, you have magic!?” she excitedly said. You nodded ‘yes’, which resulted in a squeal from her. Her excitement was infectious and made you giddy too.

The rest of the night you guys played around with magic until you guys fell asleep. But during your good time, the others were making love potion cookies among doing other things.

After Lonnie left the kitchen, Mal put the cookies in the oven. In the silence of the kitchen, the tension between the group was almost palpable, but Carlos soon broke it.

“Mal, what you said back there to Y/N was very uncalled for. Just because you and her sister have beef doesn’t mean you can take it out on her.” Evie and Jay nodded to what Carlos said.

Mal is trying to hold her ground, by staring Carlos down, but the guilt is too much. She huffs defeated and looks to her feet. “I know! I know… It’s just we have a mission to complete and if we don’t,” she pauses looking up at the others equally frightened faces, then continues, “I don’t want to think about if we don’t.” The air is heavy with emotions.

The same thoughts all go through their minds in the silence of the room. They all started liking Auradon, but they wouldn’t say it out loud to each other. Here they could do and be whoever and whatever they wanted to be without worry of judgment or consequences. But when they thought about it, they don’t belong here. They had to remind themselves they were evil and belong to the Isle. Though, in reality, none of that was true.

Mal takes out the cookies and places them on the prep table. “I think these are ready. So, do we all know what the plan is for tomorrow?” They all nodded in unison.

“You are going to apologize to Y/N, right? Just because we are evil doesn’t mean we don’t have manners.” Evie can understand where Y/N is coming from and hopefully Mal can too.

“Yeah, Yeah. Only so we can make her our ally again.” Evie knew Mal was actually doing it because Isle kids stick together, but if it helped Mal sleep at night, she wasn’t going to say anything.

Evan was nice enough to walk you to your first-period class since you usually went with the others. When you got there, everyone looked at you, with sorry written all over their faces. Evie put her hand on Mal shoulder, which prompted Mal to get out of her seat and walk over to you.

When she was finally standing in front of you, Evan stepped forward eyeing up Mal like she wasn’t Maleficent’s daughter. “If you hurt my sister,” she points her thumb over shoulder at me, “I’ll hurt you.” Your surprised by the protective nature of Evan but let her do her thing.

Mal’s surprised too but also impressed, so she tells Evan she understands. With that Evan hugs you goodbye and walks to her class. Once Mal has you alone, she says something you’d never expect from her. An apology.

“I want to say sorry about yesterday. What I said was not cool. Can you forgive me?” she asks, looking at you expectantly.

“Water under the bridge. Now let’s get to learning,” she smirks at you, and you guys walk to your seats.

During break, the group tells you about the love potion plan and you agree to help as much as possible. It hurts you to help destroy any and all chances of getting Ben, but you still feel obligated to help them and something is telling you to do so too. They tell you the plan is going to happen after school at Mal’s locker, so you just wait till then.

When the bell rings ending school, you shoot up out of your seat and run out of class since Mal’s locker is on the other side of the school. This causes Evan to follow you, though. You guys always walk from 5th period back to your dorm, so she thought something had to be wrong

By running, you made it just in time. Ben had just taken a bite out of the cookie, when something roughly bumps into you, sending you into Ben’s arms.

Ben is looking down into your eyes and is holding you against his body to keep you from falling.

“Y/N, are you okay?” You nodded too speechless and dazed to verbally answer. The next thing Ben ask you truly knocks you out more than the mystery object that got you the first time.

“But did it hurt?” his slight pause gives you a chance to be confused, then he finishes. “When you fell from heaven?” At that cheesy pick-up line, everyone’s jaw dropped especially yours. You honestly couldn’t believe your ears.

“Ben, Are you okay?” You ask being able to finally stand on your own legs, but Ben still has his arms wrapped around your thick waist.

“I’m fine, but not as fine as you, sweet thang.” he says with a love-struck smile on his face which you promptly covered with your hands so he would stop flirting.

“Jay, can you pull him off me, please?” Jay comes to your rescue and gently pries him of you. Once Jay has him, he asks Ben, “Has your world been worked?”

The answer to Jay’s question comes in the form of a song lyric. Looking you in the eyes, Ben sings, “You know you do.” (quoting one of Michael Jackson’s songs). At that you become flustered and turn around, not wanting to drag out your embarrassment.

“Yes,” she whispered, “But I was only running in behind you to see if you were Ok because you left class so suddenly…sorry.” Hearing her explanation only made you smile. You could never be mad at her.

“There’s no need to be sorry. You were concerned about me and I appreciate that you care enough to check up on me.” With that said you hugged her. During your talk with Evan, the boys left to get ready for their game.

Once you pulled out of your hug, you look towards Mal and Evie and see they both have an urgent look on their faces. “Uh, you want to go to the field and save us some seats in the bleachers?” you ask Evan nervously. She nods ‘yes’ and runs off to the game.

“What was that?!” Mal asked incredulously.

“I’m so sorry guys. It was an accident. I tripped,” you said apologetically, “But you can fix this right?”

“No, there is no time. You’ll just have to become his girlfriend.” She said nonchalantly.

“Wait, what?!” your jaw was practically hitting the floor.

You guess this was the good thing that you felt coming, but unfortunately, you knew it was going to end badly.

Taglist: @havlindzk

#plus size reader

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