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[born-to-lose]

The masculine urge to cut the sleeves off some band shirts

#yes i'm saying masculine on purpose. i'm having a phase i guess. don't ask #i need to look through my closet and go for shirts i got at regular stores so i don't have to mourn exclusive tour merch later #mel talks

[saintsinthecity]

richie tozier cobra starship fan

#he had a crush on both gabe and vicky #it ch2 but when the losers kill it richie is wearing old cobra merch #m #listen.. you call it '''projecting''' i call it knowing and perceiving the truth #i just think it would be funny if #since movie richie is only a few years older than gabe #he was like a warped tour girlie and had a bunch of pictures with them that people found online when he becomes a famous comedian #and then when he comes out.. no i shant say it #eddie is a tai girlie btw but thats a post for another day #what if a gabe girl (richie) and bilvy girl (eddie) could on purposed kiss #i feel like ive made a post about richie listening to cobra before but maybe its just because i know it in my soul

[justinbiebermerch1]

Justin Bieber Merch

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[hdrygdhbuu]

Hello, I’ve read a few small stories from Dir en grey’s meet&greet and experience from the concerts in general aaannddd I also decided to share mine from m&g 19.03 in Warsaw… Maybe just mainly for archival purposes, but anyway… it was quite interesting.

Since It was my very first concert in my whole life (but what is most important Dir en grey concert😭) and I was sosososo hella nervous – on top of all I came completely alone into the dark unknown! The first show of my favourite band. The first meet&greet with precious and talented band members on their first tour destination. I thought I could have died before start of the show.

Beforehand I’ve read some different experiences from m&g – there were really a few, really – it was said that people with VIP queued in front of the venue doors and were entering one by another to meet the members(¿). (Actually I have no clue, because I didn’t happen to enter among all the people… You’re allowed to read to know then lol) When I had come on the floor I saw two queues actually. One to the m&g and another to the merch booth. But as I said, It was my first life experience so I immediately got super confused and didn’t know where to go… Two long queues, a lot of people, I couldn’t understand which one is which… Anyway I stayed at the end of the merch queue (😭) and managed to buy some things almost THE LAST ONE. I mean, there still was a couple of girls near the stand, but… the cashier was very nice, (he let me pull out of the bag some secret postcard&stickers on my own lol) when he said «there is a meeting with a band, so you should hurry» and pointed at the entrance doors. I looked and realised there was no one around, like, really, empty corridor… Obviously I got scared (even more scared than I’ve been all this day) and rushed there immediately, almost running – actually it was just “fast-walking”. I didn’t know the place, what is where, and at that moment I didn’t even know where is the venue and where I entered… I jumped up to the venue with dizzy head, completely at a loss, greatly confused (I’m sorry, but that cashier really made me worry and hurry with those words😭) and first I couldn’t even recognize the place. All happened so suddenly: I saw them. But the first gaze was so quick, really, I only managed to catch the smiley glance from Toshiya first! Probably all of them were so confused of the chaotic way I entered 😭 (I even thought Toshiya was internally laughing at me, but i guess I was simply delusional.) The staff stopped me with "wait" or something, and – oh what a shame… – at that exact moment I suddenly/quickly turned around at my speed (but it wasn’t so fast fr) and stepped back as almost i was about to leave at every moment 😰 There were no fans nearby… before or after me… and we just stayed like that, so so embarrassing… Me, being afraid even just of looking at them, because I knew, I felt they were staring at me… Maybe i got affected by this “wait” from the staff and actually lost all remains of courage, waiting, waiting for the right signal😭 I met eyes with that woman from the staff, she was staring at me and i was looking at her like “what should i do, when am i allowed to step forward😰” Jeez i really felt so many eyes on me, as it was a long moment and i got lost…

But when i raised my sight, i couldn’t bear but just notice Toshiya’s smile 😭 (him being that tall after all) You know, it was just impossible not to catch it. He was staring so brightly, with the kindest and the most loving smile on his face😭 This smile could physically warm a body and hearts, full of gratefulness, love and respect. Since I’m quite young (i’m 20 actually… but the fact that I admit that I look much younger) for a moment i realised – i’m sure – it was a smile of a loving parent/senpai looking at the child/kohai 😭 Just… can’t describe this wholesome feeling, that he created inside of me with this looking&smile. He didn’t cut off his glance even when we actually met our eyes… i mean, i immediately got shyshyshyshy, i couldn’t withstand it and looked away😭 it was just too much😭🤚🏻

Then i noticed Kaoru looking straight and handing his postcard to me, encouraging me to come closer, and so that was the sign when i managed to finally move my trembling body. (The possibility that they might have been waiting for me just flutters all my insides and kills me!) So, then.. everything happened quite quickly, i was collapsed by shock, embarrassment and happiness at the same time, to the point I almost teared up. I bowed at each of them, saying quietly arigatogozaimassss as they were handing me signed postcards. I couldn’t even make myself to raise my head and look at them… Toshiya was the last one in a row, and when i stood in front of him the actual height difference hit me and got me on knees (and that’s the second reason i couldn’t get myself to look up – it would be physically uncomfortable lol i guess) I mean… this man is really tall, I faced his chest at the level of my nose for real, so yeah (I’m 160cm). He was the one who thanked me in response – well, maybe i was just too dumb and rushed too much idk – and that was so cute of him! Really, he seemed to be the nicest at the m&g, he really does care about fans, he really is glad and happy to meet fans😭 and he obviously showed his appreciation of all its power/extent. The one meeting broke my heart.

Of course after this i rushed to the rest of people near the stage (luckily i was in a second row right before Toshiya!) And then they left the place almost right away… I mean, after all maybe i really was the last one??? And what if they were waiting for me?? (It kills me ugh) Idk… I was sure there were some more girls at the merch booth before….

Anyway, talking about my very first show impression, i was sincerely amazed by this little pleasing discovery of my own – all of them actually were looking at fans during the show! Like straight in the eyes. Catching our glances. Sustaining this eye contact again and again. It felt like a dream, it felt like we and them actually connected on some kind of inner basis/level… I’m sure I even crossed some glances with Toshiya and Kaoru 😭 I didn’t expect it so, again, i felt kinda embarrassed, but super crazy! That was so much fun! Really, I will never forget those nights… And now, every time reminding it – all of them, the performance, their movements and emotions, that charming smile of Toshiya – I can’t help but melt into a divine smile…

Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart💔 And thank you too who has read this unexpectedly long message 😭🤲🏻 And sorry for any mistakes..

P.S. I also wouldn’t mind if anyone who has read it, would like to share their experience too🤲🏻 Really, just kinda curious… and after all i don’t have friends who i can talk about diru with sooooooo feel free to share🙌🏻🌷

#dir en grey #meet & greet #warsaw #19.03.24 #europe tour #europe tour24 #europe #toshiya #kaoru #my experience #for archive

[girlgerard]

i've not fully gathered my thoughts because i don't think the show will fully process in my mind for another 52 hours but. by far the best thing about tonight, better than how they looked, better than the merch, better than how incredible they sounded, was how so genuinely overjoyed they all seemed. god they were smiling SO BIG they were laughing with each other they were leaning on each other they were dancing about. the weirdness in the chemistry from the shrine concert and even the danger days tour is just. gone. they're so comfortable with themselves and each other up there. they were the rawest and most themselves they've been since bullets i think. there were very few ultra-theatrical moments and i think that was a mix of purposeful and natural. when they laughed and smiled and jumped around it was all so instinctual. gerard was so excited they were nervously rambling like a dumbass between sets. the lack of cohesive costuming, makeup, all that, as much as i love and somewhat miss it, is purposeful. it's just them up there and they sound better than they ever have. I'm just so happy. in general but specifically for them.

#god. anyway #the joy and healing of this tour is kicking me in the balls #mine #mcr #my chemical romance #my chem #gerard way #frank iero #ray toro #mikey way #mcreden

[kaciidubs]

Hoodie Season | Maknae Line

❣ Summary: What it would be like stealing and wearing their hoodie ❣ ❣ Warnings: None - just fluff and implied relationships. ❣ ❣ Gender Neutral! Reader [No use of Y/N]❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Reader is referred to as babe, angel, love, and pretty, Han is referred to as Jisung, I.N is referred to as Jeongin, mention of food for Jisung, Felix, and Jeongin ❣ Hyung Line ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣ AO3

Jisung

To be fair, this sweet quokka wouldn’t even know he’s missing a hoodie unless you told him out right. That’s not to say he doesn’t care for the sentimental act - it’s quite the opposite actually! What’s his is yours, and you can raid his hoodies whenever you’d like, he’s just so all over the place that he can’t even be bothered with keeping track of where his clothes go. 

“Babe, let’s go! We’re gonna miss out on all the good snacks!” 

You laughed at his adamant bounces as he stood near the front door, cheeks puffed out into a pout while he patiently waited for you to get a move on.

“You act like the convenience store is going out of business, Sung, relax!” Unfolding the hoodie currently slung around your arm, you quickly slipped it over your arms and head, pulling it down your torso for its final fit. “I thought you said we had enough snacks for tonight anyways?”

“Yeah, but then I remembered this hack I wanted to try, and what better time than to do it with my baby?” His antsy shifting paused for a moment as he took you in, round eyes studying you with intrigue. “Did you always have that hoodie from our tour?”

Raising an eyebrow, you looked down at the black hoodie - ‘Stray Kids Maniac Tour 2023’ plastered across the right side while a flame design and smiley face decorated the left half - before glancing up at him with an incredulous grin. “This?”

He nodded, walking closer to tug at the fabric, “Yeah! Did you manage to get one from the staff or something? I’ve never seen you wear this before, it looks good on you!” Adjusting the strings of the hood, he gazed at you with bright eyes, “You could definitely model our merch, you know.”

Your heart swelled at his genuine compliment, though you couldn’t help the laughter bubbling past your lips as you squeezed his cheek, “My sweet, this is your hoodie! I told you I was borrowing it last week, remember?”

It was almost as if you could see the gears turning in his head before his entire face lit up, “Oh! I knew I was missing something - you still look amazing though! But, seriously, let’s go now so I can show you the best snack to ever exist!”

You complied as he dragged you toward your shoes, graciously giving you the opportunity to slide them on before ushering you out the door with excited chants of ‘Snack date’ and ‘Let’s go’.

In Jisung’s eyes, you looked good in anything, and seeing you in one of his hoodies just further proved to him how perfect you were.

Felix

Stealing hoodies is a two way street for dear Yongbok - in fact, he’d be the first to take from you before you could even decide which of his hoodies would be your first victim; waking up one morning with a hastily written note on your on your nightstand: “Running late for practice, borrowed your hoodie! <;3”

And of course, in true Felix fashion, he somehow made it seem like the hoodie was his to begin with from the way it seemed to naturally fit against his body - almost to the point of you considering giving him the article. Though, he’d never accept it fully since he only liked wearing it because it smelled of you, and if he took it from you permanently it would “ruin the purpose” - it was a part of you, after all.

Sure, you’d have your fill of taking a hoodie or two of his whenever you could, but in this instance he was the bigger offender when it came to hoodie thievery - not that you were complaining, of course, there was something utterly endearing seeing his slim frame dressed in your clothes.

“I’m gonna miss you so much.”

You cooed at his adorable pout over the phone, balancing the device against a paper towel rack, “You’ll only be gone for four days, Lix, we’ve been separated way longer than that before!”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t make it easier!” His whines echoed through the speaker, only making you smile harder at his antics. “Are you trying to say you won’t miss me, angel? Is that it, huh?!”

“Sheesh, someone’s been hanging around Hyunjin a bit too long, haven’t they?” Looking at his image on the small screen, your grin softened, “But if it makes you feel any better, I’ll miss you too, sunshine - you know I will.”

Felix groaned, freckles on full display as he held the phone closer to his face, “It doesn’t because I’m gonna miss you more now!” He couldn’t help the smile that grew from your giggles, pulling his phone away so his face could fill the screen properly, “It’s even worse that your hoodie doesn’t smell like you anymore - I had to wash it after accidentally getting sauce on it.”

You hummed, leaning against the counter and resting your chin on your hands, “If you want, I can bring you another one before you guys leave? Like a little send off gift?”

“Would you really?”

It was hard to miss the sparkle in his eyes as he stared at you through the lens, lips pulled into an open mouthed smile.

“I’m starting to think you’re only dating me for my clothes, Felix.” Playfully rolling your eyes, you pushed yourself away from the counter, “But yes, I’ll do it - but I expect one back in return!”

“Which one do you want?”

“You know the one.”

He laughed and there was a second of delay before the camera switched to the back lens, the screen now showing his closet door and a familiar pink hoodie hanging on the outside - the same one he wore from their Kingdom appearance. “You could come over now to get it early.”

“Does that mean I could also get Lix cuddles and possibly takeout?”

“If I throw in a round of Mario Kart would that make you come faster?”

You stifled a laugh, snatching your phone up and heading toward your bedroom, “You’ve got a deal, sunshine - make sure my controller’s charged!”

Wearing each other’s clothing was more than a relationship trope with Felix, it was about having a part of each other even when you were apart - no matter how long, or how worn they’ve been.

Seungmin

If there had to be a tier list for who had the most hoodies in Stray Kids, then Seungmin took the silver by a very close call with their leader - yet, despite this, he was the hardest to steal from amongst the members.

It’s almost like he had a sixth sense whenever you came even close to walking out the door with one of his hoodies on, and an even worse sense when you managed to sneak your way into his closet to simply look at your options.

“Min, come on, you have like, a thousand of them! Let me just borrow one!”

In all honesty, his collection was a sight to behold - a hoodie of almost every color, each one oversized with varying logos and designs that would be more than enough for a different outfit every day of the month.

“And never see it again? Yeah, no thanks, I’ll just buy you your own.”

You huffed, looking over your shoulder at his lax form reclined on his bed, expression unreadable while his thumb scrolled across his phone’s screen. “It’s not like you’d even notice it’s missing with how often you guys wear styles the staff picked out.”

“I would, because I can see you trying to take it right now,” side eyeing you, a smug smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, “I don’t have the memory of a goldfish like Changbin - I know where all my stuff is.”

A lightbulb went off in your head and you crossed your arms, cocking your head to the side with your tongue in your cheek. “Oh, yeah? Then where’s your face cream, Mr. Know-It-All?”

His eyebrows furrowed, brown eyes narrowing in your direction, “In the bathroom behind the mirror, right next to my moisturizer?”

“What about the Pompompurin headband I got you for your birthday?”

This time he sat up, dropping his phone on his lap and crossing his arms to mirror you, “In the drawer of my nightstand because Felix always begs to see me in it whenever he sees it laying out!”

Scoffing, you nodded your head with an air of condescension, “Alright, then what about your gray hoodie?”

He echoed your scoff, “Which gray hoodie? You can’t try to trick me in a game where I actually need to know what you’re specifically talking about.��

“The one with the wifi heart, puppy.”

“Right side of my closet, behind my red Mahagrid hoodie, love.” Realization washed over his face as he finally recognized your game, eyes going wide when you spun on your heel and b-lined it toward his unopened closet. “Hey! You little-”

Throwing the door open, you quickly pushed hangers and unidentified clothing aside - the sound of his sheets rustling only making your pulse skyrocket as you searched for your prize.

Your name fell from his lips in a shout as he somehow managed to get off of his bed without slipping on the hardwood floor in his rush, though his efforts were futile when you laughed in foul-played victory.

“You obviously don’t know where everything is because it was actually behind your Dodgers hoodie!” Your hands tugged the clothing from its hanger, but not before a pair of arms wrapped around you and pulled you back - hoodie still in hand.

“You are not taking it from me! This game proves nothing!”

“That sounds like something a sore loser would say!”

Laughter filled his room, broken up with demands and empty threats that only meant for more taunting. Sure, you couldn’t steal a hoodie without him knowing, but who says taking one right in front of his eyes wasn’t part of the memo?

Jeongin

You never had to steal anything when it came to Jeongin - even if you had the chance to swipe one without him realizing, why would you when he’d turn bashful and blush whenever you simply asked to wear one of his hoodies?

From the first, to the fifth, to even the tenth time you asked, his reaction would always warm your heart; fox-like eyes turning to crescents, bread cheeks rising with dimples, and that oh-so-lovable laugh rising with the red that turned his ears.

“Pretty, you ready to go to the gaming cafe?”

You jumped up from your spot on the couch, abandoning the random drama you both decided to watch without a second thought, “Ready? I thought you’d never ask - this episode was getting way too predictable.”

“Hey! I thought it was gonna get better - it’s not my fault you wanted to stick around ever since the last episode ended!” Jeongin turned off the tv, tossing the remote to the side before pushing himself off of the cushions.

“Yeah, well…” You drifted off, easily losing any idea for a comeback at his - sadly - true statement. “Whatever! Maybe the next episode is better, but for now it’s time to kick some ass and take some names - oh, and try that new mango drink!”

He hummed in agreement, heading toward the front door to slide his shoes on, “Their fries were really good last time, maybe we should get two orders of them this time, then get something light before dinner.”

“Hey, lover boy, do you mind if I wear one of your hoodies? My jacket is a little thin and it’s supposed to be cold later.”

Pausing mid-foot-in-shoe, he looked up to see you holding your hoodie of choice - a green one he’d worn in a live while teaching thousands of people how to tie a bow in three easy steps It was simple, soft and warm without any pompous branding or design, and the thought of seeing you in it made his heart race.

“I- um, yeah! You can wear it if you want, I don’t mind!” 

He hated how easily he was flustered with this, and the worst part was that he knew you knew the effect you had on him, but it never stopped you from asking the same thing and smiling at him when he gave the same response every time.

In the same breath, it never stopped him from not answering the question, either - as much as you loved his reactions, he loved the sight of you wearing his clothes, even if it was just for a night out.

You could ask him that same question for the rest of his life and he would feel like it was the first time; looking at you with dimpled cheeks and red ears while you tugged on whatever hoodie you decided to model for the world that day.

❣ This one was definitely a long time coming - Seungmin's was the hardest for me to put into words and yet he's the longest because of it! As always, feedback is appreciated! Whether it be a simple like, reblog, or keyboard smash and the most essay-like comment, feel free to share your thoughts. ❣

#stray kids x reader #kacii's masterlist #skz fanfic #han jisung x reader #lee felix x reader #seungmin x reader #jeongin x reader #skz imagines #stray kids scenarios #gender neutral reader #han jisung x y/n #lee know x y/n #seungmin x y/n #jeongin x y/n #stray kids x gender neutral reader

[the1975attheirverybest]

10 things Matty does as a dad

A/n: the brain rot will not stop so….

Warnings: none

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Freak out at the hospital when the nurse hands him his newborn baby for the first time. “Oh gosh what if I drop her.” “Oh she’s so small. How can a person be so small.” “hi little one. I’m your daddy it’s so good to meet you.” “I love you already.”

Gets up every single time the baby does. Even though he and the wife have a schedule and it hinges upon one of them being awake and alert when the other isn’t. So it defeats the purpose for him to wake up every time but he insists he’d just feel guilty if he kept sleeping while his wife and child are awake at night.

Takes a year off from work. No producing. No writing for other artists. No 1975 stuff. He might scribble stuff down or try ideas if something comes to him. But he’s not like actively trying to make a record at all. So, he stays with the baby at home all day when the missus gets back to work and gets really into baby nutrition. Reading books on obscure health benefits of rare oils and extracts. Tries to buy a bunch of them online.

Oh the online shopping. When it’s late at night and he’s rocking the baby back to sleep and he’s kinda sleep deprived, he makes questionable decisions. Buys every toy that markets itself as “educational.” Or important to kids cognitive development or whatever. His missus has to institute a rule where they need to donate 2 old toys for each new toy they purchase.

The pediatrician tells him that talking and reading to the baby is important in order to make sure they acquire the strongest vocabulary by age 3. So he starts to read to her regularly. First, it’s children’s books. But then it progresses to whatever he can find around the house. Grocery lists, the blender manual, song lyrics, emails. He even does different voices and sound effects to keep things interesting.

He asks his baby girl for her input on music even before she’s old enough to understand what she’s really saying. “Come here, daddy wants to show you something. What do you think? You like it?”

Let’s her design tour posters/ album cover/ merch graphics

Establishes a regular dad-daughter date. Even when she’s an infant. A whole day of just the two of them. It starts out as just him needing to prove to himself that he could take care of her all day without asking for help from anyone. But he just keeps doing it as time goes by. It becomes a bonding experience. As she grows up, they start to use this time to talk about school, what she’s into, her friends, etc.

Cries when she’s sick. The missus will be like “matty, children get the sniffles sometimes. She’ll be okay. This is fine. Necessary even! For her immune system.” But he’s just like “she’s so miserable and can hardly breathe poor girl.” He’s practically a mess when she gets the chickenpox. All his memories of getting it or watching his brother get it mean nothing to him. He acts as if his kid is the first and last one to ever get sick on parent earth.

He watches YouTube tutorials to learn to do various hair styles just to impress her by offering her options when she asks him to help her do her hair for school in the morning.

[aurora-daily]

In April 2022, AURORA read a letter that changed her life. It was co-written by indigenous activists, titled We Are the Earth, and called for a revolution: a collective response to global warming – to “heal the land”. They described being connected to the land “through our hearts”, and the earth as “the heart that pulsates within us.” The letter led AURORA to consider a question: what happened to the heart? And she began studying books on human anatomy, wanting to understand when and why Western culture lost touch with the deeper purpose of our most vital organ. AURORA began writing the album whilst on tour for her 2022 release, The Gods We Can Touch, with only one rule: she could only write in unsafe spaces, to build her armour. That meant no forests, where Aurora had spent much of her childhood in Bergen, Norway. Travelling over the word also gave her the chance to meet with women she describes as modern-day philosophers, and who inspired her with their feminine power. In particular, three female tribe leaders in Colombia, Brazil and Argentina. “There is wisdom in their indigenous values. These women live in the modern world just like us, but they still choose to live with kindness.”

- Press release and insights on the inspiration and process behind the AURORA's upcoming album "What Happened to the Heart" for The Line of Best Fit magazine

THE ALBUM IS OUT ON JUNE 7 [pre-order]

Photos by Wanda Martin via Express.co.uk and AURORA's merch store

#aurora #aurora aksnes #interviews #photoshoots #what happened to the heart?

[cadyrocks]

A short overview of Nintendo's recent stance on tournaments running their games:

fee for competing (including location fee) capped at $20 - say bye to tournaments run at convention centers, which is kinda moot anyways, because...

Maximum of 200 competitors offline, maximum of 300 online

Maximum payout of $5000, $10,000 per 12-month period per TO.

Sponsors are completely banned

You can't use character art or logos in your tournament's branding

Online tournaments have to use Nintendo's online services (RIP Melee/Brawl online play - Brawl technically has it, but nobody uses it because it's completely awful)

Your tournament may not "Include anything that damages the value of the Nintendo brand and Intellectual Property" - hello vague and threatening legal clause

Can't sell food, water (!!!), or merch at events

Commercial events require a direct negotiation with Nintendo - if you remember Smash World Tour, you remember how this tends to work out.

Can't use accessories/controllers not licensed by Nintendo (for example, controllers modded for accessibility purposes)

There's more, but that seems like the most important stuff.

Utterly disgusting shit.

#super smash bros #nintendo #IP law #hey remember when nintendo deemed gay people inappropriate in Tomodachi Life? #anyways check out Rushdown Revolt

[ydraiggoch]

Hetalia Characters and Taylor Swift Headcanons

America: He is the OG swiftie. He has been here since Debut and did not stop supporting her in 2016. Sings Debut and Fearless in a country accent. He also got floor seats to the Eras Tour opening night and went a couple more times by abusing his position. Is extremely bitter that he isn’t 22. Favourite Album: Red; Favourite songs: Betty, Welcome to NY, Should’ve Said No; Hated Songs: None

France: Likes her more recent albums (Folklore, Evermore, and Midnights). Listens to her music on walks but doesn’t consider himself a swiftie. Favourite Album: France doesn’t know which album is which but he would probably answer Lover for the vibes; Favourite Songs: Paris; Illicit Affairs, the Great War, the Archer; Hated Songs: ME!

England: Says he can't stand her music, secretly listens to it and gets very emotional. Favourite Album: Midnights; Favourite Songs: Anti-Hero, the Lakes, Evermore, Champagne Problems, Castles Crumbling, Long Live; Hated Songs: London Boy, ME!, Shake it Off

Canada: Sad that his country is always forgotten by her, joined his parliament when they complained about the lack of Eras Tour dates in Canada. Was happy when there were finally tour dates, but couldn’t get tickets because of Ticketmaster. Favourite Album: Reputation; Favourite Songs: Tolerate it, Delicate (especially the music video), Foolish One, No Body No Crime; Hated Songs: None

Russia: Doesn’t really listen to her music that much, but doesn’t mind Folklore. 

Germany: Has no idea who Taylor Swift is despite Italy and Prussia playing it all the time

China: Joined the craze after Midnights came out, bought a lot of merch, but stopped liking her at some point in 2024 when it wasn’t trendy anymore.

Japan: Casual listener. Doesn’t mind when it comes on the radio but doesn’t purposely seek her music out.

Italy: Likes the more upbeat stuff but doesn’t realise all of the songs she has written are hers. Favourite Album: 1989; Favourite Songs: Shake it Off, Fearless, 22, Love Story

#aph america #aph france #aph england #aph canada #aph russia #aph china #aph japan #aph italy #hetalia #hetalia headcanons #axis powers hetalia #hetalia world stars

[sassyfrassboss]

List of their wrongdoings from 2017-2019:

Meghan releasing her Vanity Fair cover while Charles was on tour.

Meghan crashing Pippa's wedding with Harry's help.

Meghan talking over Kate and glaring at her at the Fab Four Forum.

Harry demanding "what Meghan wants Meghan gets."

Meghan making Kate and Charlotte cry.

Meghan commenting on Kate's "baby brain."

Meghan being so rude at Prince Charles' birthday garden party they were asked to leave.

Megan insulting the pro-life Irish.

Meghan ignoring a child who was trying to get her attention.

Meghan showing her camisole at Harry's friends wedding for merch money.

Meghan announcing her pregnancy at Eugenie's wedding.

Meghan yelling at the Governor General's wife in Australia.

Meghan making sure to stand apart so she can easily crop the photo later.

Meghan making her staff cry while on tour.

Meghan throwing a cup of hot tea at her assistant.

Meghan leaving the market after 10 minutes because of her own ego.

Meghan failing to properly curtsy the Princess of Tonga.

Meghan refusing to let go of Harry's hand so he can properly greet the Princess of Tonga.

Meghan forgetting and then turning around to curtsy to the King and Queen of Tonga.

Meghan using the AUS tour to make $$$ off of merching. Harry too...

Harry coming back from the tour and bragging to everyone how they are the better royals and everyone is jelly of them.

Meghan crying because she was mad she was not on the main balcony during the Remembrance Day parade.

Meghan starting the Rose and William rumor.

Meghan's $300k baby shower and the cost payers for her security.

Meghan refusing to follow protocol on the Morocco tour and walking ahead of Harry to greet the King.

Meghan refusing the dates offered.

Meghan forgetting to say goodbye to the Prince of Morocco and having to turn around.

Meghan making multiple surprise appearances on days when Kate had important engagements.

Meghan purposely wearing the same color as Kate on such surprise engagements.

Meghan forcing Harry to leave the departing line early of the Commonwealth Service.

Meghan going breaking protocol and going ahead of Harry in the departing line of the Commonwealth Service.

Harry for allowing Meghan to force him to stop talking and leave the guests in the departing line.

Meghan and Harry for being rude to the guests of The Queen.

Harry and Meghan for refusing to use the correct titles for the Wales kids on social media for their birthdays.

Meghan and Harry for lying about the details of Archie's birth making the BRF look like idiots.

Megan and Harry for naming their son Archie and stealing Prince George's nickname.

Meghan for crashing the polo match were she made sure to get in photos with Kate in the kids but refused to have anything to do with them.

Meghan for clearing out an entire section at Wimbledon.

Harry asking the president of Disney for a job for Meghan at the Lion King premiere.

Harry and Meghan for taking tons of private jets in just a matter of days.

Harry and Meghan for refusing to go to Balmoral for the family weekend and instead going to the South of France.

Harry and Meghan using taxpayer money for their lifestyle but refusing to announce Archie's godparents.

Harry and Meghan lying that Archie was too small to go to Balmoral but took him to the South of France.

Harry for lecturing about climate change but using private jets all the time claiming it was for safety reasons.

Meghan for lying to the palace about her Vogue edition.

Meghan leaving the Smartworks event early because of "feed time."

Harry and Meghan turning the SA Tour into a pity party for themselves.

Harry and Meghan for filming a documentary that was supposed to be about the tour and they made it all about themselves.

Harry and Meghan insulting the Muslim family who cooked for them by not eating anything.

Meghan by not dressing appropriately in the mosque.

Meghan complaining that no one had asked her if she was okay and then we later found out she expected special treatment during her pregnancy but afforded none to Kate.

Harry talking about his relationship with William during the SA tour.

Harry and Meghan for suing the UK press.

Harry crying at the Wellchild awards about how lucky he is to have a healthy baby while in front of kids who are dying.

Harry and Meghan for trying to torpedo William and Catherine's Pakistan Tour.

Meghan and Harry for taking attention away from Remembrance with their own plans.

Harry and Meghan for staying in a house owned by a Russian with shady connections.

Harry and Meghan for making Canadians pay for their security.

Harry and Meghan for releasing their Christmas card to overshadow the royals on 12/23.

Meghan for leaking to Omid about Megxit right after Christmas so the focus was on Harry and her the rest of the year.

These are just off the top of my head.

Also does not include all the leaking THEY did against the family or the time the purposely did things to overshadow.

If I have missed something please feel free to add.

[cyarskaren52]

Right-wingers finding out that Greenday hates them is like when they found out that Rage Against The Machine hates them, which was like when they found out that Neil Young & Bruce Springsteen hate them, which was like when they found out that their wives & kids hate them, which w-

Speaking of Rage Against the Machine, remember during the week of the 2020 election Trump supporters were dancing to this song in one of their rallies to keep trump in power for another four years.

Should we remind them of the lyrics or no?

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TOM MORELLO REACTS TO TRUMP SUPPORTERS DANCING TO RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE’S ‘KILLING IN THE NAME’

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Joe DiVitaPublished: November 7, 2020

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A video taken in Philadelphia, Penn. has gone viral as it showcases supporters of President Trump gathering outside while dancing to Rage Against the Machine's "Killing in the Name," a song written with the express purpose of protesting police brutality. The clip even caught the eyes of Tom Morello and the rest of the band, who lamented that those seen dancing and reciting the lyrics do not seem to understand the message behind the song.

"Not exactly what we had in mind," wrote Morello on Twitter in response to the video, which he also shared.

In the clip, one woman is seen wearing a red "Make America Great Again" hat and American flag tank top with a "Thin Blue Line" adaptation of the American flag, which represents support for law enforcement officers.

Elsewhere in the video is one person outfitted with a Donald Trump mask and American flag cowboy hat while a man on the right side of the clip twirls a blue Trump flag, dancing along to Rage Against the Machine's anthem.

Trump's supporters were outside in Philadelphia, which has become the fixation of those following the results of the U.S. presidential election as a final counting of the votes is awaited in Penn., along with confirmation of the victor. The President has alleged voter fraud within the state despite submitting no evidence to support these claims, prompting supporters to line the streets to rally behind these baseless remarks.

Rage Against the Machine tweeted same video and wondered aloud, "They just don't GET IT do they?"

The irony present in the clip is that the message behind "Killing in the Name," which underscores white supremacists' penetration of the police force with the iconic lyric, "Some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses," has been echoed immensely in 2020.

Protests against police brutality were largely led by the Black Lives Matter movement, which has been vehemently opposed and scorned by the Trump administration and, in turn, many of the President's supporters.

This adds to an already bewildering year where Rage Against the Machine fans begged Morello to stop talking about politics on social media, seemingly unaware that Rage have always been a politically-oriented band throughout their entire career. One fan even mocked the guitarist, asking what made him a political expert without being privy to the fact that Morello has is an honors graduate from Harvard University with a degree in political science.

Read More: Morello Reacts: Trump Backers Dance to RATM 'Killing in the Name' | https://loudwire.com/trump-supporters-dance-rage-against-the-machine-killing-in-the-name/?utm_source=tsmclip&utm_medium=referral

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#Spotify #Understanding protest music #rage against the machine #killing in the name #green day #dilemma #billie joe armstrong #billie joe #tre cool #mike dirnt

[joesalw]

I find it very funny how she voiced the girl in the film "Lorax" that's basically about preserving trees and nature and has the biggest carbon footprint among the celebs. Over 138 tons of CO2 emissions in the sole purpose of getting dick.

She had the perfect momentum to shift into sustainability with folklore but didn't and started printing out multiple versions of CDs and vinyls instead which she still does to this day. She had an opportunity to make her tour more environmentally friendly like Coldplay where they have kinetic floors and stationary bikes to power the show plus recyclable LED bracelets but again, she didn't because that was probably more expensive. She had the opportunity of making sustainable merch after her collab with Stella McCartney which she also didn't use. Capitalist goth punk billionaire™️.

Meanwhile her co-star in that film (Zac Efron) has a Netflix series called "Down to Earth" that focuses on nature, green energy and sustainable living practices.

Doing even 1 of the listed things would've been an excellent look for her image but the mastermind seems to be a Megamind for now

she did that only for cash, not because she cares about sustainability or tree plantation 😶‍🌫️

#anti taylor swift

[hot-girls-favorite-is-daniel]

I love having to explain to people exactly how obsessed with SIX I was

like my friends will point out when it’s coming to my city and I’m like “yes honey I’ve known, I’ve known since 8 months ago and I have tickets don’t worry” and then when I mentioned six fanfiction and my friend was like “wait people write fanfiction about it?” “Yes and I’ve read so so many that I had to read wattpads fics FUCKING WATTPAD, if you read the six the musical fics on there you would know….I also know like every ship of the six and probably have read a diff of it” “PEOPLE SHIP THEM?!?!? Aren’t they like cousins?” “Yes but luckily the fandom is small enough no one ships the incest ✌️😜”

then he went on to tell me I was the person that drew Miku binder Tomas Jefferson 😭😭😭

and then when someone sends u a six meme and u have to pretend you’ve seen it for the first time (so that they keep talking abt ur intrest)

one time I was in a little six the musical thingy and the director was asking everyone abt a “little” background about the queens and one person from each group would answer, (I was in the Boylens, but like ofc bc I literally am Anne Boylen and the main character soooo) AND A KID FROM MY GROUP SHOT UP HER HAND AND THE TEACHER CALLED ON HER AND THE SHIT SHE SAID WAS “she uh grew up in France and then married the king and then flirted with 3 guys and then got beheaded” LIKE NO BITCH SHE DID NOT DONT RAISE UR HAND IF UR GUNNA LIE TO US DHFHJFJDIDISKSJSJWHUEUEUE SO THEN I RAISED MY HAND TO HELP HER PUT THERE 😭😭😭✌️😭

ALSO I TAUGHT MY GROUP SO MUCH SHIT ABT HER IN FACT EVERYONE AT THAT PLACE KNEW I WAS THE HISTORY ONE SO THEY WOULD COME UP TO ME AND BE LIKE “hey _____ do u know anything about Anna of Cleves” UMMM HELL YEAH !!!!!!! IT WAS SO FUN 🤭🤭🤭🤭

another time I was doing Karoke and me & my friend wanted to sing SIX and she’s like “so which song” and I’m like “I know the lines to like all of them so we can do any one”

one time my friends said “her forehead is so big it could be Library full of SIX facts” 💪

also I had(ve) no friends that were this intensely or at all obsessed with it so I would literally be fucking texting myself links to videos and stuff

Also like one time I got jumpscared bc out of the corner of my eye I saw Santa Claus and thought it was H*nry VIII

Also I have seen almost every single one of Art E’s (person who made six the kids) tumblr posts + may or may not have also gotten a virus (no fr I’m not sure) from tumblr when scrolling through six posts

whenever I couldn’t sleep or was home alone yes I would perform six and yes I would know most of the lines

the biggest album on my phone is six photos + I have separate albums for every queen and their kids

also I have seen pretty much every incorrect SIX quote and they are pretty much inside jokes with myself

when I would get really anxious I would imagine my life if I was an actor on tour playing Boylen and my friendship which each of the other random actors and also I would imagine my favorite six six (the last song) animatic

there were times where I could hardly do anything without thinking “OMG THIS IS SO JANE SEYMOUR LIKE I,AGINE IF THE QUEENS WERE HERE AND JEHFJDJWKWKWMMA” (to myself in my head I’m not annoying like that….well to anyone but G)

I wanted to make a Anne Boylen cosplay SOOOO BAD despite having no cosplay skills one time I tried to make one for a belle doll I bought at goodwill speicifically for that purpose and also one out of cardboard

I have an album with all of the bootlegs I could find that aren’t just a black screen and can send it to u

and yet although I’ve been obsessed for 2-3 years I have hardly made any art for it and just have like 50 million unfinished sketches and may or may not have unfinished fanfics and so so many mental ideas of animatics (idk how to animate) that I abandoned after a day and I own 4 pieces of merch that I didn’t make myself (7 if u include the stuff I made) ✌️😭 ✌️😖

when I was bored instead of watching a Netiflix show or listening to music like a normal person, oh no, I would rewatch H*nry VIII oversimplified I’ve seen it like 10 times honestly a banger

Also if you know these 3 songs you are SUCH a real one and I love you;

-divorced behead and died 🗣️🔥💯‼️ divorced beheaded survived 🗣️🔥💯‼️ IM H*NRY VIII IVE HAD 6 SORRY WIVES YOU COULD SAY I RUINEDTHEIR LIVES 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯💯‼️‼️‼️

-H*NRY H*NRY H*NRY HAD SO MANY WIVES THAT HAD TO DIE 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥💯💯‼️‼️‼️‼️ H*NRY H*NRY H*NRY HAD SO MANY ONLY ONE SURVIED ☝️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥💯💯💯‼️‼️‼️

-ITS SO SUPER CRAZY THAT I GOT TO BE QUEEN 🗣️🔥🔥💯‼️‼️‼️ THE ODDS WERE AGAISNT IT IF U KNOW WHAT I MEAN OFC I WAS THE DAUGHTER TO A POWERFUL KING BUT I NEVER THOUGHT I’D END UP WEARING THIS THING 👑👑🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯‼️‼️‼️‼️

Also yes I censor H*nry and not fuck bc it’s funny and I like that it’s like a little with us six fans 💪 as well as Henrat

also I did a history project on Elizabeth I

also at another preppy little thing I did was think which of my friends are each of the queens bc I’m Boylen therefore we all have to be besties

And I could write something probably longer than this post abt my head canons of what I think their personality would be like au’s how I think their friendships are to each other what they would like and dislike, basically a really advanced sim and yes I have made them in the sims but sims 3 won’t let me have more than 8 so Edward had to go also Eddy is an iPad kid bc I deicided like come on Jane would so give him and iPad and be like “oh yes ofc I will pay 20 dollars so u can have new robux 😇”

also I have every single one of the queens and their kids deathdays on my calendar (Mae is not included) as well as their birthdays

also it has been 2 years and I still remeber the time and date I saw six for the first time (cried 6 times 3 when it started 3 when it ended) 💪💪💪

being a SIX fan is having no clue what to say when someone asks how many wars H*nry fought but knowing the amount of miscarriages Lina had

fun fact: Henry killed thousands more ppl than Mary ✌️😜

One time I got in like a 30 minute argument with my friends Snapchat ai about whether or not H*nry deserves decent human respect BITCH JUST BCZ IT WAS A “DIFFRENT TIME” DOESNT KAKE IT OKAY” 😤😤😤

ALSO I HAVE SOOOO MANY UNPOPULAR OPINIONS AND ALSO KATHRYN PARR IS SPELT WITH A K GUYS GET IT RIGHT BC ELIZABETH MADE HER A FRENCH VERSION OF ONE OF HER BOOKS AND PUT HER INITIALS ON IT WHIC WERE KP ‼️‼️‼️

Also fun fact Elizabeth signed everything Elizabeth R because R means Regina which means queen in Latin or something and Elisabeth could speak SOOO MANY diffrent Languages.

#Obsessions #hyperfixations #hyoerfixation #Six the musical #obsessed with six the musical #SIX #catilina de aragon #anne boleyn #jane seymour #kathrine howard #kathryn parr #cathrine parr #anna of cleves #i am Anne boylen #Literally #horrible histories #someday I think I will be proud I was a six kid and not Hamilton kid #No offense I love hamilton #Theater kid #unfinished art bc I suck

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

get to know me!

I was tagged by @synindoodles and @foxyanon!

Nickname: San, Schmidt (21 Jump Street reference fyi)

Sun sign: leo

Height: 163cm (google tells me that's about 5'4)

Last thing I Googled: Prodigy 2023 tour merch

Amount of sleep: I got 5 hours last night, usually (on working days) I get 7-8 hours (sleep is important kids)

Dream job: Sihtric's wife

Favorite song: just going with my number 1 on repeat tune which is Purpose by T-Pose.

Movie/Book that Summarises Me: Constantine/Hellblazer comics

Favorite Instrument: drums (only bc I play myself)

Aesthetic:

Random Fun Fact: I once broke my big toe by falling off the last two stair steps because I saved my xbox instead of myself :)

I'm tagging (no pressure) @neonhairspray @alexagirlie @tinumiel @sihtricsafin and whoever else wants to do this!

#about me #random

[aceri1485]

Fired

Xiumin x reader

key words: backstage, concert, stage hand, smut (18+, read at own risk — consensual, oral, penetration, some dom/sub, unprotected), fluff (does this count as fluff?), slow burn

authors note: (1) this is purely fiction, please don’t be delusional and no I don’t think this would ever happen irl (2) protagonist (ie. the reader) gender is ambiguous on purpose, I want anyone to be able to read this and enjoy (3) I wrote this at 3am please don’t judge me too harshly

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After seeing them perform live for the 7th time in a row, you finally concluded that it would never get old. After the euphoria of the first concert, you had worried that it would get monotonous - watching the same songs, the flashing lights, the screaming fans, same videos, costumes, jokes, sentiments, and on and on… but it was magic every time.

Maybe it was because the concerts were spaced out and in different arenas, making the experience feel fresh with some time between and new scenery. Maybe it was the lack of sleep from touring for a month straight.

Or maybe it was because you had a different job at each concert, so you could enjoy it from different angles; your first night, you were on selling merch at a booth and got to watch the concert in the nosebleed section; the second night you were on water bottle duty and watched from literally right below the front of the stage, cracking open water bottles to hand up to the men between sections; the third night, you were helping in wardrobe, backstage with extra shoes, outfit changes and hairspray at the ready to hand to the stylists; the fourth and fifth night you were back on merchandise sales, but in different sections of the arena; the sixth night you assisted one of the photographers, handing them different lenses and running to get them water, sprinting around the entire arena and backstage the whole night; and finally, tonight - tonight, you are on water bottle duty but backstage, not out in front of the stage.

“Hey - are you alright?” Sam asks, touching your shoulder gently, “You spaced out there for a minute.”

“Oh,” you startle slightly, turning to Sam with a smile, feeling your cheeks and the ends of your ears get warm “Sorry! I guess I was lost in thought! Were you saying something?”

Sam covers the end of the mouthpiece to the headset that is so crucial to the role of stage manager and leans in close to your ear so you can hear over the music, “I said they’ll be coming off stage soon, can you go grab a new pack of water bottles from the fridge?”

“Yes, I’ll go!” you give Sam a thumbs up to indicate you heard and turn to dash down the hallway away from the stage.

“WAIT!” you hear and turn back to see Sam holding out a radio “Take this!”

You hesitate only a minute - usually only the senior staff members have a radio on them - but the song changes and you realize you don’t have much more time left. With a bright smile and another thumbs up, you grab the radio and run down the hall.

Sam had spoken to you that afternoon, saying that the team was impressed with your work ethic and clear excitement to be involved. You hadn’t thought about if you wanted this to be a permanent position past this tour. The short term contract for a stage hand had looked like a fun opportunity and good experience, but you hadn’t considered turning it into a career, leaving behind the corporate grind for a different kind - a more fulfilling kind - of stress.. until Sam’s compliments earlier today.

Now, you clip the radio to the waistband of your jeans, this small show of confidence from Sam making pride blossom in your chest and a smile form on your face in a way no compliment from your old boss ever had.

Good god, why is the green room so far away from the stage? you think, a little embarrassed by your shortness of breath and the sweat forming on your brow as you enter the communal waiting area, startling another staff member on break enjoying some coffee. You give them a smile and a little wave, beelining straight for the fridge.

Pack of water bottles now in hand, you hear the song change again and swear lightly under your breath.

“Need that water ASAP please!” Sam’s voice crackles over your radio.

Balancing the water on one arm, you radio back “On the way, boss!”

Other voices chime in, “wait, who’s voice was that?” “Oh hoo big shot now with a walkie?” “Ah they grow up so fast!” the team teases you. You laugh, but regret it as a stitch in your side forms from running back to the stage with the pack of water bottles.

That’s it, you think to yourself, No more skipping cardio day at the gym.. or skipping the gym altogether!

You make it back to Sam just as the song ends, setting the pack down on a little table and ripping it open. Laughing at your flushed face, Sam helps you open the pack and hands you the first bottle.

You smile even broader, mouthing THANK YOU at Sam - the screaming from the crowd now too loud to be heard over - and hold the cool bottle against the back of your neck. Turning your attention to the stage, you see the dancers bounding over to you, adrenaline mixed with joy and an almost manic energy reverberating off of them onto the rest of the staff backstage.

They each say a quick “thank you” as they take a water bottle from you before running off to their next positions or to wardrobe. You take care to smile at each of them, praise them and encourage them as you pass them a water bottle. You know they probably can’t hear you over the noise and their own buzz of excitement, but you do it anyway.

Once the last dancer has grabbed their water, you crack open your own water bottle and look to the stage to see them.

The 9 men you were all there to support. The 9 men that sold out this and the 6 venues you had been to before this. The 9 men whom were the recipients of all the screaming, all the love from strangers who filled the arena. The 9 men who set the standard for their industry and the example for their juniors. The 9 men who, while they’re dancers were off stage recovering, changing into new outfits and retying their shoelaces, were still on stage, talking to the captivated audience.

Immediately, though, your eyes are drawn to him.

Him, who’s name was screamed by thousands at every show, but always acted humbled and almost embarrassed by the attention. Him, who somehow managed to say everything he needed to in very few words, letting the other members talk as much as they wanted. Him, who was clearly respected and adored by his members, the staff and fans alike.

Him, who locked eyes with you on your second night as you handed a water bottle up to the stage and squinted curiously, his fingers brushing yours and sending an electric spark down your arm. Him, who saw you after your third show backstage and came over to say hi, saying he had been expecting you to hand him water that night, who said hello to you at your fifth show and introduced you to the other members, even remembering your name, and who, at your sixth show, blushed furiously for some reason when you complimented a pose he did for the photographer you assisted.

Him. Xiumin. Him, who you couldn’t get off your fucking mind.

Him, standing on stage now in suit pants and suit jacket with no shirt underneath, sweat running down his face and chest, holding a water bottle to the back of his neck just like you had done a few minutes prior, but much more warranted given the amount of work he had just done.

Almost as if he can sense your eyes drilling holes into him as you memorize every little detail, Xiumin turns to look backstage. You swear he looks right at you and smiles, but then you realize the members are thanking the stage crew - and anyways, it’s much too dark back here for him to have singled you out. It doesn’t stop you from smiling back, nor can you bring yourself to look away.

Instead, barely blinking, you take a big drink of water. On stage, you see Xiumin swallow hard and turn his attention back to the crowd.

Just then, someone over the radio asks for some towels - a water bottle was spilled by the makeup station and if it doesn’t get cleaned up quickly you’ll have an angry makeup artist and a disgruntled manager to deal with - and you radio back quickly, turning from the stage to run to the dressing rooms.

You run away, missing Xiumin’s not-so-covert glance backstage again, his brows furrowing as he squints into the darkness, not seeing what he is looking for while he moves to the next stage position and the next song starts.

—-

“Right, everyone, well done tonight!” Sam yells, waving at the stage crew to get everyone’s attention, “Well done, well done! Round of applause for yourselves and your hard work!”

The stage crew all clap, and some of the more rowdy lightning technicians start cheering. The good energy is contagious, despite how exaughsted everyone is.

You stifle a yawn that threatens to break your smile as you clap along with the team. It’s nearly 1am; the fans have all cleared out ages ago, but the stage crew has just finished resetting the stage for tomorrow night - No, later tonight you correct yourself drowsily.

This is the first time since you started that you didn’t need to pack up the stage completely to move to a new location.

“All technicians, you’re free to go! Go get some rest, because I expect you back here by 1pm!” Sam says once the applause dies out, “Stage hands and assistants, check in with your assigned leaders or managers before you go - there are still a few things that need to be wrapped up. Understood?”

A unified “yes boss!” is the response, much less energetic than the applause before.

The team breaks into their different departments and groups, and you head over to where Sam is waiting with a few other stage hands. Sam quickly gives the others their assignments, sending them to make sure various sections are reset and ready for the next day, checking inventory, tidying up, etcetera.

You wait patiently, watching the time creep past 1am, getting the sense that Sam is leaving you for last on purpose. You surprise yourself, being able to exercise patience when you’ve been awake for close to 18 hours straight.

Finally, the others have dispersed, and Sam turns to you. “Well done again tonight,” Sam smiles, “How are you feeling?”

You smile back, hoping your weariness isn’t showing too badly, “I feel great! I know there were some hiccups here and there, but it was really satisfying to know that nothing that happened backstage affected the quality of the show.”

Sam laughs “Oh god, how are you forming complete thoughts right now? I’m too tired for this!” Sam gives you a light shove, “hey, if you keep talking like that I might just have to properly promote you - are you coming after my job?”

Both of you laughing, Sam throws an arm over your shoulder and starts leading you down the hallway to the dressing rooms and the green room.

“How would you feel about a little more responsibility tomorrow night?” Sam asks while you walk.

“Hmm..” you pretend to think about it deeply, “it depends - would I still have to see you?”

“Hey” Sam says back in mock astonishment “am I really that ugly?” You’re both laughing as you pass the green room to stand outside the members dressing rooms.

“I was hoping to put you on the members main team, instead of general or standby” Sam continues, “meaning you’ll attend to the members specific needs or requests instead of random tasks.”

You hesitate, “Isn’t that usually the assistants or their managers job?”

“Yes, they help too!” Sam explains, “You would be joining that smaller team instead of being placed wherever we need extra hands for the night. Mainly, I need someone to be the go between from myself, the managers and the members.”

Seeing you still hesitating, Sam says “Why don’t we try it for right now, and if you’re uncomfortable we’ll go back to how it was?” Sam suggests, “The members are still here, getting their makeup removed and wardrobes reset for tomorrow night.”

You take a deep breath and think, your eyebrows scrunching together. You didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but you were genuinely considering trying to join the team permanently. This little change could be the ticket to doing so.. or, if you screwed up, could mean getting fired immidiately.

But it was worth the risk.

After another deep breath, you straighten your shoulders and look at Sam. “Let’s do it!”

Sam breaks into a smile, “Great! Let’s introduce you then!” and knocks on the door to the dressing room you are standing in front of.

A voice calls “Come in!” from inside, and you both step through the door to see two of the members, Chen and Sehun, just on the other side ready to leave. You and Sam quickly excuse yourselves and step out of the way. Sam briefly stops the manager accompanying them to introduce you, then you both wish them all a goodnight and send them off.

Just before they walk away, Chen’s face brightens and he asks if you are the staff member who Xiumin had introduced to them a couple shows ago. Flattered that he remembered you, you say yes.

Sehun, who was looking at his phone, looks up with interest suddenly, a boyish smile on his face. He nudged Chen, speaking to him while still looking at you, “hey, is Xiumin coming with us now?”

You and Sam say goodnight again, closing the door of the dressing room, and you don’t catch Chen’s answer.

Turning to see the rest of the room, you see the man in question, Xiumin, sitting in front of a makeup desk rubbing his face with a towel. A makeup artist beside him points to a bit of eye makeup that he missed, and Xiumin leans closer to the mirror to see better.

Sam is introducing you to another manager sitting on a couch in the room, so you don’t see Xiumin freeze as he catches sight of you in the mirror, but you do hear the makeup artist ask if he is okay.

“Oh,” Xiumin clears his throat, “yes, I’m okay”

While he finishes wiping away the bit of missed makeup, Sam introduces you to the makeup artist. You very purposefully do not look at Xiumin, feeling self conscious about your reflection being visible in the same mirror as his.

Sam goes to introduce the two of you, but Xiumin interrupts “how have you been?”

Sam’s eyes widen “Ahh you’ve met already?”

“Very briefly!” you explain, “We met in the hallway at one of the previous shows.”

You finally look at Xiumin to see him turned fully away from the mirror and looking straight at you.

“How are you?” You ask politely, trying to stop your heart from jumping out of your chest and looking anywhere but his eyes oh god his eyes why is he looking at you with those eyes?!

Xiumin smiles politely back, “I’m doing well! I’m glad you’ll be joining our team. Good luck - I hope you aren’t intimidated by us.” He then turns his attention back to the makeup artist, and they continue their conversation, discussing what skincare products he should use before going to bed.

Sam guides you out of the room and across the hall to the other dressing room, making more introductions as you pass various team members. You learn that Lay, Chanyeol, and D.O. left for the hotel already, but say hello to Suho, also removing his makeup. Kai is absorbed with something on his phone, sitting on the couch. You hear the private shower in the room running and the manager explains Baekhyun is in it.

“Oh gosh, we’ll step out then!” Sam says, “We could have waited outside!”

“Ah don’t worry!” the manager laughs “The bathroom door locks, he’s fine”

Just at that moment, the shower stops, and you hear the door open a crack.

A hand slips out the door, “hey” Baekhyun calls to the manager, “can you hand me a towel?”

“Doesn’t look like there are any here,” the manager says, checking the cupboard beside the bathroom door, “Are there none in there with you?”

You gasp, and everyone turns to look at you, and you feel your cheeks and ears warm again. You just remembered this was the room you took the towels from to clean up the spilled water from earlier, and you never found replacements.

“That’s my bad..” you say, briefly explaining that you had taken the towels earlier, “I will go grab one from the other room, give me just a minute!”

You dash across the hall, quickly noting that the shower in that room is now running as well, the makeup artist and manager now gone, and grab a spare towel from the cupboard outside the bathroom door. You feel the cupboard door catch on your jeans, but pull away without looking, quickly crossing the hall back to the other room.

You hand the towel to the manager, who knocks and hands it into the bathroom for Baekhyun, who has apparently discovered the shower has wonderful acoustic properties and is singing (shouting?) at the top of his lungs.

While Suho yells back at him to stop yelling to save his voice and also to hurry up, you and the manager chat a bit more.

“Did Sam get called away?” You ask, glancing around.

“Yes, didn’t you hear on your radio?” The manager replied “one of the other stage hands needed help.”

“No, I didn’t..” you reach for your radio clipped to your waistband to make sure the volume is turned up, your hands freezing as you realize the radio is not there.

The sensation of the cupboard door snagging on your jeans when you ran into the other dressing room comes back to you and you politely excuse yourself to go search for your radio.

Knocking softly, you enter the room after you hear someone yell back “Come in!”, and you turn to close the door softly behind you.

“I’m almost ready to go, I just need to get my-“ you hear from behind you, but the words drift off, the sentence incomplete.

Turning to face the room, you take in very little from your surroundings but two facts stick out to you.

1. the only other person in the room with you is Xiumin

2. Xiumin is only wearing a towel wrapped around his waist

“Oh fuck” you say, immediately clamping a hand over your eyes, the other hand reaching for the door handle behind you, “I’m SO sorry, I’ll just-“

“Wait” Xiumin says, almost a whisper.

You freeze, too in shock to realize how ridiculous you must look, one hand covering your eyes, your other arms stretch out behind you, tensed, your knees bent like you just landed a small jump.

You feel him approach more than you hear him, feel the heat coming off his body as he stops beside you. More aware of yourself, you straighten up, but keep your hand over your eyes. A soft click tells you the door has been locked behind you.

Oh I’m so so fucked. He’s probably so mad, you think to yourself, so much for this opportunity, I’m so fucking fired now!

For what feels like an eternity, neither of you speak. You resist the urge to peak out from between your fingers, waiting for him to make the first move. The heat beside you doesn’t leave; he is still standing right beside you.

You feel him move, then, circling behind you and to your other side.

Finally, he speaks, under his breath so you barely catch it “you follow directions really well..”

Your breath hitches and you can’t stop goose bumps from breaking out all over your arms. You hear him laugh, but it’s deeper than you remember hearing him laugh on stage, comes from lower in his chest than normal, more of a chuckle than an outburst of joy.

You feel the heat from beside you subside as he takes a step back, hear his sharp intake of breath.

“I..” you hear him hesitate, and he pauses for a few seconds before continuing, “I don’t mean to keep you here. I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable. You can go if you like.”

You hear him move to the far side of the room, and a sudden boldness surges though you, maybe triggered by the goose bumps fading from your skin, maybe the relief of realizing you weren’t going to be fired, not right then anyways. Maybe you were going crazy from being awake for so long.

Or maybe.. maybe the memory of him on stage earlier, the sweat running down his chest, over his collarbone, his pants tight in all the right places, his face turned backstage.. maybe you had been thinking about that all night, damnit.

“And what if I want to stay?” you blurt out, hand still covering your eyes. Your other hand curls into a fist with anxiety as again you feel, rather than hear, him freeze on the other side of the room.

A whole minute passes - or at least 60 heartbeats pass, because all you can do while you stay rooted in place is count your heart beats and wait for him to say something - before you feel him move closer to you again.

“Fuck,” he says, his voice quiet and deep, and coming from much nearer to you than you realized, “I want.. I want you, I want this, but I can’t ask you to stay, it’s-“

“What if I want it to?” you say, your voice also low, his words fanning the spark that had already started in your stomach, emboldening you in a way you never knew possible.

He hesitates again before replying, “what if you regret it?”

“Will I regret it?” you ask, almost holding your breath to hear his reply.

“… No.”

Another pause.

“Lower your hand but keep your eyes closed.”

You do as he says, feeling him step even closer , the warmth from beside you now directly infront of you, closer than within arms reach. Your willpower and patience surprise you for the second time that night, in a startlingly different situation than the last time,

The crackle of your radio on the floor beside the cupboard makes you both nearly jump out of your skin. Your hand flies to your chest over your heart and you gasp, but somehow you keep your eyes squeezed shut.

“Oh shit-“ Xiumin says, and you hear him go retrieve the radio “-is someone looking for you?” You feel him gently take your hand from your chest and set the radio in it.

It crackles again, and you hear Sam say “Have a good night everyone! See you by 1pm!” Others sound off, “Have a good night!” “See you tomorrow!” and you chime in with a quick “Goodnight!” not trusting your voice to stay steady long enough to say more.

“That reminds me..” Xiumin mumbles, and you hear him rustling around for a few seconds.

“Right” he says, and you feel him coming closer to you again, “my manager has been texted, your supervisor has let you go for the night, everyone else is leaving or gone..”

He takes the radio from your hand gently, his fingers leaving a burning sensation on your skin. Your heartrate has slowed from the scare of the radio going off, but it immediately speeds back up at his touch.

He is close to you again, his warmth making you shiver, goose bumps reappearing. He chuckles again, soft and deep, and the fire in your stomach roars.

“Can I touch you?” he nearly whispers and you shiver even more.

“Yes.”

The word barely falls from your lips before his fingers brush up your arm to your shoulder and trace along your collar bone for a moment. Then his hand is on the side of your neck, his thumb turning your chin from one side to the other, gentle and light as though he was examining a piece of pottery. His thumb brushes over your lips and your eyelids flutter - you so desperately want to look, want to see his expression, finally look into his eyes.

His hand finally rests cupping your face and his other comes to match it on the other side. You feel him step even closer, the heat radiating off of him can’t be more than an inch away.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers, and the air from his words lands straight onto your lips.

In reply, you lean forward and close the gap between you, eyes still closed, hands clenched at your sides.

The warmth is intoxicating, and the kiss deepens, his hands roaming from the back of your neck to twist into your hair and down to your waist, then finally to pull your arms around him, giving you permission to touch him too. You gasp at the feeling of his bare skin, so hot to the touch, as your hands roam his back, feeling his muscles tense and soften as you touch them.

Your hands finally settle on his waist, just above where the towel, so resolute and intrusive, still solidly wraps around him. Now it’s Xiumin who shivers, pulling away from the kiss to rest his forehead against yours. You both breathe deeply, drunkenly, the fire in your stomach spreading to the rest of your body and warming you to match his heat.

Your eyes are still closed.

Suddenly, Xiumin tenses, you feel his back straighten. His hands disentangle from your hair and he tugs at the bottom of your shirt.

“Off.” he almost grunts, the whispered plea from before replaced with a command.

You don’t hesitate and your shirt lands on the floor, tossed aside without a thought. His hands are back almost immediately, exploring the newly available terrain. You try to breathe steadily, but he becomes amused with the way your breath hitches when one of his fingers brush over your nipples and breathing suddenly becomes a task which requires concentration.

You trace your hands up his abs and chest until you find his face, then step closer to him and guide his lips back to yours. Now your hands tangle into his hair, still damp from the shower, and his trail down your back, resting on your waist above your jeans, pinky fingers cheekily dipping below your waist and every now and again.

It sends shivers up your spine, despite the fire engulfing your whole body, and you gasp into the kiss “please.. I want..” his hand fully slips into your jeans to cup your ass, and a low gutteral sound escapes him.

“What.. do you want?” He asks between kisses.

“I want.. I want to look at you.” You manage to break the kiss, again resting your foreheads together.

A full gasp escapes Xiumin, “You’ve kept your eyes closed this whole time?!” He pulls back from you, keeping his hands around your waist, and laughs.

You blink your eyes open slowly, the image of a god appearing before you. Dark hair touseled, lips pink and slightly swollen, cheeks flushed, and those can’t be your hands balancing delicately on those chiseled pecs, can they?

And his eyes. Stormy, hungry, and.. and looking at you, looking into your eyes, studying you the way your studying them.

“I thought you must have been peaking” Xiumin says, voice low again, “I - I didn’t realize how… obedient you were being, I’m sorry.”

His words make you blush, heat spreading across your cheeks and the tips of your ears, and you drop your gaze down. This doesn’t help with your blush, as now you’re looking at his lower abs, a trail of hair leading down to where your bodies are pressed together, the skin still hidden but heat - god, the heat - of you both building between you.

Xiumin’s hand comes up from your waist to tilt your chin up to look at him. You meet his eyes once again, still stormy but where there was hunger before now there is starvation. He takes a step back from you letting his hands fall.

Seeing you still rooted to the same spot, he smiles - no, smirks - and continues walking backwards, not breaking eye contact. There is no breeze, but his absence makes you shiver and once more goose bumps form, now over your whole exposed chest. He continues to backup until he hits the couch and he sits down slowly.

Xiumin’s eyes finally leave yours to travel down your body and back up, making you feel like someone had slipped an ice cube from your chin down one leg and back up the other side until his gaze locks with yours again. His smirk is gone, his expression now just full of need.

“Off.” Xiumin says, barely lifting a finger to gesture at your jeans. You don’t hesitate again, pulling off not only your jeans but the remainder of your clothes. You are feeling vulnerable but also like anything left on your body was subject to catch fire at any moment.

When you finish and look up again, you find Xiumin leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees, towel unwrapped but still draped across his lap. The starving look in his eyes spreads to the rest of his face while he looks at you.

You want to go to him, want to touch him, want, god, you want him, but you wait, wait for him to tell you, to command you. Standing there, biting your lip, your patience and control again surpassing what you thought you could do.

Then he leans back, and the towel is not hiding anything any longer. You can’t help but swallow hard, saliva suddenly filling your mouth, and clench your fists.

“Oh fuck” Xiumin gasps, eyes dropping from yours to your neck when you swallow, “Come here. Now.”

You almost trip over yourself in your haste, in your want, moving to stand infront of him, between his legs, and you bend over him to kiss him, self control crumbling with every second. As the kiss deepens, he moves to pull you onto his lap, but instead your knees buckle and you slip down to kneel on the floor infront of him.

He is still leaning forward, not willing to break the kiss yet, when your hands trace down his chest to his cock. You both gasp as your hand closes around him; him in an involuntary need for air, you in surprise at how hard he already is.

You pump him a few times, then make the decision to break the kiss, your want to be obedient being beaten out by the want to know how he tastes and the want to see him crumble in your hands.

One hand still pumping, you use the other to push Xiumin’s chest back into the couch. His one hand grips the arm of the couch and his other goes to your hair. Then you lower your head and take his tip into your mouth, keeping eye contact as best you can.

You bob your head, swirling your tongue over his tip in rhythm. Xiumin’s hand grips the couch, his knuckles white, and his eyes are wide, still staring into yours, his lips falling open and his breathing suddenly much heavier.

Your name slips from his mouth, mixed with various swears as you continue, until -

“FUCK-“ his hips buck and you gag, stopping to take a deep breath in. Xiumin’s hand releases the couch arm, leaving little indents where his nails had dug in, and he cups your chin again, leaning forward to kiss you long and hard.

“Your turn” a new command, not a question or offer, and before you can react your places are swapped. Seeing him, rock hard, muscular shoulders tensed, barely in control of himself but kneeling so intently, so desperately and submissively infront of you is almost enough to make you come undone already.

It takes everything in you not to scream when he starts with his tongue. Now it’s your hand on the couch arm, the other tangled in his hair. His name and curses falling from your lips. He uses both his hands to press your hips down into the couch, and you squirm against him, into his touch and away from it at the same time.

“I.. I’m close” you breathe out, and Xiumin’s eyes flick up to meet your gaze. You almost come undone right there, but he pulls away from you, grabbing your hand to have you stand with him.

“Do you trust me?” Xiumin asks, not commanding, not a whisper. Just a sincere question, though in a voice so deep you swear you feel it rather than hear it.

His hand is holding yours still from having you stand, and the other is on your waist, stealing you. His cock, practically quivering between you two, is wet at the tip, a question of its own waiting for your reply. The heat, now shared between you both evenly, flickers across your bodies impatiently.

“Yes.” No more pauses, no more hesitation.

Xiumin pulls you flush against him, guiding your arms up and around his neck. Then he bends and lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, and walks a few feet until your back is against a wall.

You shake from anticipation now, no more goosebumps, and find yourself biting his perfect collar bone while he walks, sucking and nibbling. Your name falls from his mouth, a swear word of its own now.

Now braced against the wall, you look into his eyes as he lowers you down onto him. With every inch, the starvation dissapears but the storm rages harder. You clutch onto his shoulders, and arch your back towards the wall as he takes you, mouth open but unable to make a sound.

Until he moves.

The screams you held back before come out now, involuntarily, taking the shape of “Xiumin” over and over again.

You both hold on and ride the storm together, as he bounces you up and down, up and down, over and over, landing harder each time. You hear the sound of your skin against the wall, broken up by the sound of your skin on Xiumin’s skin and your names - the worst swear words known to man - tumbling out between you.

At some point you both slip down to the floor, but you don’t remember how it happened that you were on top of him now. You slow the pace, rollling your hips instead of bouncing, and watch as Xiumin’s eyes roll back, his eyelids closing.

On a whim, you cover his eyes with your hand. His breath catches in his throat with each roll of your hips. Goose bumps break out on his arms and chest.

You lean forward and whisper in his ear “Keep your eyes closed.”

He can only nod in reply, mouth clenched, a deep groan coming from his chest,

You remove your hand, smirking as you see he followed your order, and pick up the pace to return to your previous rhythm, fast and hard. Xiumin’s hands go to your hips, guiding you, helping you.

1, 2, 3 more times you land before you cum with no warning, with not a scream but a growl of “Xiumin”, clenching around his cock, back arched and eyes closed. You roll your hips, riding it out, eyes open again to see that he was peaking, looking at you in awe.

As soon as your eyes meet, he too comes completely undone, holding you still while he thrusts up. You brace yourself against his shoulders, collapsing down onto his chest as he cums inside you.

With a grunt, he pulls out of you and you roll onto your side on the floor beside him. It’s the first time you notice that the ground is cold, the heat from the two of you slowly, very slowly dispelling.

Xiumin pulls you toward him, pushing a leg between both of yours, hand on your waist and the other arm under your head. Neither of you willing to move yet, or to break the silence.

It isn’t until you shiver again, this time genuinely from the chill, which is creeping into you from the floor, that either of you stir. As you emerge from your drunken bliss, the first thing you realize is that you’re still.. sticky. And the second is that you are going to be very.. very sore in a few hours time.

Well.. another reason to go to the gym more, you think to yourself, sure that your stamina tonight was all adrenaline.

Xiumin gets up and grabs the towel, abandoned near the couch, kneeling down to wrap it around your shoulders. Without saying a word, he kisses you on the forehead, then gets up and turns on the shower.

When you see steam escaping the bathroom, you struggle to your feet and walk in to see Xiumin waiting for you.

“You go first” he says, offering a hand to help you step into the shower. Another command, but not as forceful as before.

You accept his hand and step into the shower, but when he turns to go and give you some privacy, you grip his hand even tighter.

“Stay..” you say, and pull him into the shower with you. His eyes meet yours again, and it’s like he is in a trance, pulled in by some strange gravity that now connects you two.

You help each other wash, gently, somehow shy with each other despite what you just did. You watch a bead of water trace down Xiumin’s neck and chest, thinking again of him on stage, sweat running down his collarbone..

His collarbone, which now has an odd bruise? You brush you finger across it and he winces, then you both look at it together, suddenly realizing what it is.

His eyes widen in surprise, “I didn’t think you had actually left a mark!”

“Oh god I’m so sorry!” You bring your hands up cover your face, mortified, “I had no idea I had done that either!”

But when Xiumin starts laughing, you can’t help it this time but to peak out between your fingers to see his face. He looks completely relaxed, his laugh making him look impossibly even younger than he already looks.

Confused, you lower your hands, “won’t you.. get in trouble?” You ask, “what if someone sees it on stage?”

Seeing that you are genuinely concerned, he suppresses his laughter to reply “Do you think we’ve never had to ask the makeup team to cover anything like this up before?” His eyes sparkle, “Though, it will be my first time asking… but the others have all had to at some point.”

You laugh tentatively, and seeing his smile grow at the sound, laugh again, releasing the little bit of worry you had built up.

“We’re human, after all” Xiumin says, pulling you closer so you are both under the water, resting his head on your shoulder and hugging you close, “we… I need love, connection.”

You wrap your arms around him and squeeze in response.

After a minute or so of holding him close, you go to pull away, ready to step out of the shower, when he freezes and pulls you back to him.

“What’s..” the question dies on your lips as you feel exactly what is wrong, thick and strong, and somehow hard again, between you two.

“Just.. um.. give me a minute” Xiumin mumbles into your shoulder, and you see that the tips of his ears are pink.

I guess even when you quench a fire.. the coals can be reignited pretty easily you think, smiling to yourself as the now familiar, tantalizing warmth grows between you two again.

END

(… unless? PART TWO HERE)

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