#regg writes

[watchyourdigits]

Falloutober Day One:

War Never Changes

I'm a little late to the party, but here's what I've got for day number one of Falloutober! The main fic for these two is Danse-centric, so I thought it'd be a fun challenge to rewrite the opening scene from Frankie's perspective this time. Enjoy~

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: mild sexual language, canon typical violence

Ship: Paldadin Danse x male Sole Survivor

"What's the plan here?"

Frankie rolled his eyes behind his gas mask, barely suppressing a groan. His newly acquired commanding officer had been, up until that very moment, the one calling the shots.

Why would Danse, an otherwise by-the-book kind of man, hand him the reins without warning? The question served as an obvious test; it wasn't as if this so-called 'Paladin' had been anything but wary of him thus far.

Now, facing down an unknown number of super mutants, he was suddenly leaving Frankie to figure out the best course of action.

He wouldn't know subtlety if it smacked him clean across his stupid, perfect face.

Frankie peered above the bushes they were squatting behind to get a better look at the camp. He did a quick visual scan of the place before pulling his head back down behind cover.

"I see three, but there's definitely more."

He tried to explain that his preferred method of sneak-attack wouldn't be as effective with super mutants as it would with human enemies, but the Paladin cut him off.

Typical.

Frankie tapped his fingers against his thigh impatiently as he was, once again, chastised for his manner of dress.

"You'd see better if you weren't wearing that ridiculous thing."

That tone of his was enough to make Frankie grimace. Despite his disarming good looks, Danse was proving no different than the military officials he served before the whole world went to shit. Society was functionally nonexistent and all Danse could seem to think about was arbitrary uniform codes.

Maybe you should just, I dunno, show him your ugly fuckin' mug? Then he'd get it.

He knew that was never truly an option, but it was nonetheless entertaining to imagine Danse's reaction to the grand reveal that he'd been on the receiving end of an unsightly facial disfigurement.

Deathclaws and power armor... Bad combo. Should probably warn him about that...

Frankie opted to ignore him, a momentous exercise of restraint on his behalf, the likes of which the Paladin would probably never be able to appreciate.

"It's not my favorite idea, but how's about you provide covering fire and I'll go in guns blazing?" he said confidently.

"I suppose it's not the worst plan in the world," Danse replied, shrugging his hulking, metal-clad shoulders, drawing an unseen smirk from Frankie at the sight of it. "You point, I shoot."

It was all too obvious that Danse didn't think he'd succeed. Frankie wasn't one to take such a challenge lightly. Hell, if a deathclaw and the literal end of the world couldn't take him down, he was practically invincible, right?

Frankie gave a smug smile behind his mask, clapping Danse on the shoulder.

"Good man. I'll see you on the other side."

He gave a quick two-finger salute, knowing damn well it was sure to piss Danse off to no end since it wasn't the classic Brotherhood salute he'd been taught. Just before he slid down the side of the hill, he caught a glimpse of Danse's face as expression changed to that of a man questioning his life choices.

He sure is somethin'... Guess this shit ain't so different from how it used to be, though. Murderin' everythin' in sight, dealing with annoying military bullshit… Annoying commanding officers with big ole cow eyes. Tryin' not to think about how good said commanding officer would look on his knees…

Frankie shook his head, trying to reel himself back in. He could dwell on his perversions later. Right now, he had to prove he was all he claimed and then some.

God, if you can hear me, just know that I think you're a real sick sonuvabitch.

"Two-hundred years on ice and a fella still can't catch a fuckin' break," he mumbled to himself.

He loaded his shotgun as he approached the first mutie he saw guarding the entrance to the camp. He noticed Frankie far too late.

Before the lumbering abomination could open his mouth to alert the others in his company, a laser fired from the hillside hit him square in the chest. He stumbled a little and Frankie finished him off with two shots to the head, whistling low.

He's a phenomenal shot, I'll give him that. Good timing, too.

Frankie took great delight in the easy flow of the battle. The mutants were slow to react, giving him ample time to sort out his strategy as he went. He made his way through the camp, drawing out his enemies toward the chaos and systematically taking them down, ducking behind cover to reload as Danse provided covering fire from above.

When things finally settled and the last of the super mutants fell, he allowed himself a moment to relish in the silence that rang in his ears. Frankie pulled up his mask just enough to spit on the ground, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

The mask fell back into place as he reached the entrance of the camp, giving a thumbs up in Danse's general direction. The Paladin was down the hill and standing before him within seconds.

"Great work up there," Frankie commended. He understood better than most the value in having a trained set of eyes looking out. "Good to know you've got my back."

Danse began removing the helmet of his power armor. Frankie felt a tug in his gut, firmly aware of the way his jaw hung open like an idiot upon watching him run a hand through that thick, dark hair of his. His mind began to wander as Danse's mouth moved, Frankie only barely hearing the words he spoke.

"Same to you, soldier. It's been a while since I've seen potential like that."

Danse sounded genuine about it, too. For half a second, Frankie found himself delusional enough to believe that perhaps he was flirting. With a subordinate, no less.

Just keep it casual, for once in your goddamn life. No sudden advances.

"I told you I had military experience," Frankie replied jokingly, testing the waters. "Did you think I was lyin'?" he asked, leaning himself against one of the rotting wooden fences, paying no mind to the super mutant blood that now called it home.

"No. However, your secrecy leaves you with a lot to prove."

There it is. Damn… Audacious prick.

"Is that so?" Frankie drawled, huffing a little through his nose. "Remind me to tell Elder Maxson that he should give you a promotion."

Danse raised an eyebrow. Of course it was the one with the scar through it. Frankie felt heat traveling up his neck, choking him.

He wanted nothing more than to grab him by those stupid handles of his power armor, pull him down to his level, and-

"Why is that?" Danse asked curiously, cocking his head.

"Because I'll be the best damn thing that's happened to the Brotherhood yet," Frankie answered without missing a beat.

"That's a bold claim. I admire your ambition."

Danse sounded amused, much to Frankie's dismay.

He kept bringing the conversation to the brink of what could constitute flirting. It was maddening, especially as Frankie's body continued to relax, muscles melting under his skin as the adrenaline faded away.

"Bold? I've earned my ego, pal."

Frankie pushed off the fence and had to look away from Danse, growing increasingly concerned that his impulses might cause him to do something idiotic. Like give him a right hook. Or kiss him. Maybe both.

"Maybe one day you'll get it through that thick skull of yours..." Frankie continued bitterly, "I'm not your average wastelander."

He turned on his heel and stalked away into the camp to loot it for all it was worth. A good enough distraction as any, he figured.

The backhanded compliments, the unsolicited commentary on his attire, and the fact that Danse was the most delicious thing he'd laid his eyes on… Frankie knew he was in for a hell of a time working with the Brotherhood of Steel.

Despite all his tense irritation, there was the undeniable feeling of 'home' that came with working with Danse.

It was all so familiar, comforting in a sentimental way. And Frankie was a sentimental bastard, if there ever was one.

Yeah, nothin's changed a lick.

#this was so much fun to write omg #i have this tendency to center all my fics around the perspective of the companions #no clue why that is but letting frankie run wild for a minute was super fun #he's my favorite best boy and i might end up making the rest of my falloutober stuff centered around him #his perspective is just so fun and in case it wasn't obvious he has a thing for danse from the get go #it's mostly physical but then he finds himself endeared to danse in ways he couldn't have fathomed when they met #at this point though it's so early on & he exclusively wants to tap that lmao #anyway yeah i LOVE writing frankie the end #regg writes #oc: frankie #danse x frankie #danse x male sole survivor #danse x male sosu #ficlet time

[thebestofoneshots]

Oh eem geeeee!!!! I just thought (well, I partially dreamt it too) of a random moment that was so wholesome. I just fell sick.

My whole body is sore and I feel so damn icky and weak. Currently too weak to get out of my own bed :| And I imagined/dreamt, that what if in GC the reader also fell sick with the same symptoms.

But here's the catch, the marauders would visit her, so would Lily and maybe the other girls too. There's the usual 'don't touch me, I'm contagious and I wouldn't wish this upon my worst enemy' from the Reader to them (marauders and girls).

Then later towards the night, visiting hours would be over in like idk 2-3 hours and the Reader is alone. Unexpectedly, Regulus pops in to check on her and maybe they made up or something. Idk I could remember because it was such a nice dream and I didn't want to forget it 😭 😭 😭

Anyway, have a nice day wherever you are!! Sending lots of love <333

Ohhh darling, I hope you're a lot better now. I actually wrote a sick fic a few weeks past for @/kquil's birthday, and it's not quite the same but I feel like it's got the exact vibe of what you're describing.

Right now I'm the sick person and I would totally love to get a bit of cuddles from the boys (⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄‸o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝)

And Regg would def visit her, though I'm not sure if the whole issue would be resolved (I have written this already, them making up, and omg it was so emotionally draining, and the entire episode is just... I'm not gonna hype it up that much because of spoilers and it's still a few weeks away but omg I'm really excited about publishing all the unpublish chapters omg!!!)

Side note: I have a small little notebook where I write down all my cute dreams because they're the best and I love to read them every once in a while.

#ask lilly #lilly talks #gilded constellations: bonus features #marauders era #marauders x reader #marauders x y/n #moony #padfoot #prongs #sirius black #sirius x reader #sirius black fluff #sirius x you #sirius x y/n #remus x y/n #remus x you #remus x reader #remus one shot #sirius black one shot #poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders #wolfstar x reader #wolfstar x y/n #wolfstar x you #sirius black x fem!reader #remus lupin x fem!reader #moony x reader #moony x padfoot #moony x you #gilded constellations

[sophsicle]

ik you’ve answered this before (genuinely like around a year ago I think cuz that’s when I discovered ur amazing tumblr - crazy it’s been that long) but do u imagine reg with a soft g (beg) or a hard g (wedge) yk? also I love all 3 of ur stories sm thank u for ur writing

Beg would be a hard G and Wedge would be soft wouldn't it?

ANYWAY Reg like Redge like edge, not Reg like Regg like egg because I cannot take that name seriously (but of course this is all silly and you can call him whatever you want)

#soph rambles

[malmumf]

[studentprotests]

Doug Ford has plunged colleges and universities into crisis with historic funding cuts — and no plan for their futures..

Ford likes to boast about lavishing massive financial aid for new EV battery factories, but for all his talk about putting Ontarians to work, his education policies are working against him, Martin Regg Cohn writes.

#doug ford #canada #Ontario #Tories

[2020cookie]

[siddysthings]

[amberleighbailey25]

I've been wanting to write for some time now but...life happens.

The last few days I have been going back to what my life was like right after George had his stroke. It was sad, depressing, lonely, exhausting and there were a lot of moments of anger. A lot of things had to be dealt with and sorted out. All while taking care of a 2 and 3 year old, taking care of the house and working a full time job. Thank goodness for my family, George's family, and family friends. I'm not sure how I would have done it without them.

I wasn't sure how I was going to make it. I didn't know what was lying ahead for George, our kiddos or myself. It was scary.

December this year will be 2 years since his stroke. I know that's like 5 months away but... a lot has changed. Widowhood (I hate that word 🤢 but it is what it is) is devastating it affects every aspect of your life from self-esteem to finances. I know what it's like to have your life split into the before and after, not once but twice. 💔 Who I was when George was still here and who I have become post-loss.

The loss of George is much more than just his death. Almost every day I deal with Nash and Reggie grieving the loss of their daddy, I've lost friends (I can't really say they were my friends if they couldn't be there for me in one of my darkest times 😏, I have much more important things to worry about then who is with me and who isn't 🙃) the brain fog (its getting better but it's a legit thing) and coming to terms with reality. I'm a pretty realistic person so the reality has been here but it stings when you think about what you thought your future was going to look like. Life was/still is some days far from easy and straightforward. Losing George changed so much.

The last couple weeks I have been pretty proud of myself. I'm not the bragging type and don't look for a pat on the back but I did some really hard things and I am surviving. I am living. George Raymond would want me to do that.

I have come so far. For myself and for my kiddos. I am happy and my kids are happy. I wasn't sure when that time would come. I wasn't looking for someone to come in and make me happy. I was focused on my kiddos and myself. Our tears of sadness are still very much here but we are also laughing and we are loving so damn hard. I came out of a darkness with sheer determination, a little help with some meds and talking and sharing and remembering! I have held onto that small flicker of light at the end of the tunnel and kept moving towards it. Some days are baby steps, some are giant leaps and there are days I go backwards. I will never apologize for the happiness I have found. I deserve that and my babies deserve that. I have found someone that tries very hard to understand our loss. He listens to Regg and Nash when they talk about their daddy, he understands my heart is big enough to keep George's memory alive while being very present in our relationship. He loves us and I couldn't be more thankful for that. It takes someone pretty special to come in and love my two babies and myself. ❤

Remember: "you tend to see someone's cup and not it's contents." No one knows how much bitterness we've endured to get to the sweet stuff. You don't know how dark it got before the dawn. But I do know! And that is why I owe it myself to be unapologetically happy.

I still have a long ways to go.... the grief journey will always be here. BUT I can still live and love and be so happy and still miss our George every single day. 💙

[karenlojelo]

Felicità invadente C’è ancora qualche perdita questa goccia costante e l'acqua che non finisce è come camminare con scarpe spaiate tra la gente per accorgersi in una vetrina di come è ridicolo il presente Avevo questo cuore strappato sgualcito spezzato in due ricucito colla che non regge o il filo non era buono ancora conti col passato e non è più per te che piango ma per me per me soltanto che lo faccio Assente almeno prima ero diventata indifferente adesso invece il cuore vuole battere e mi accorgo che ancora perde sangue Felicità invadente potevi rimanere in disparte il cuore non la regge dopo tanto tempo al buio la luce brucia gli occhi ho paura che mi tocchi correndoti attraverso il terrore che sparisci Ma ripassami un attimo quella pozione che mi ha stregato ancora che ne voglio un altro sorso un sorso ancora uno soltanto e poi un altro mentre scappo che lo dico e non lo faccio Se arriva un analgesico e un cerotto faccio un bel respiro e magari rimango rimango ma che non sia un miraggio novembre pazzo per favore rallenta il passo.#karenlojelo #writersofinstagram #ioscrivo #igpoet #bookstagram #writing #reader #poesia #poesiacontemporanea #poetryaddict #poetica #scrittrice #leggeresempre #leggerechepassione #quoteoftheday #love #frasiamore https://www.instagram.com/p/CeI4856MWNn/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#karenlojelo #writersofinstagram #ioscrivo #igpoet #bookstagram #writing #reader #poesia #poesiacontemporanea #poetryaddict #poetica #scrittrice #leggeresempre #leggerechepassione #quoteoftheday #love #frasiamore

[mysoulremains]

.

#i keep seeing this zagreus fuy on my dash lmao #what is it from? #i lowkey wanna check it out it seems kinda nice #*guy #i meant guy #i just cant write #ahdkamdb okay i should really sleel now #sleep #mindegy inkább akkor magyarul írok nem fog az agyam az angolhoz #jó éjszakát #hulla vagyok geci #miért a kora reggeli busszal kell mennem hhhhh #mindeeeegy #alszom #bye

[watchyourdigits]

"Now you can't stay with me forever, alright?" he said to the kitten. Her eyes were closed, body vibrating as she purred. "This is merely a temporary arrangement until you've learned to fend for yourself." The cat yawned lazily in response. Danse couldn't help but smile at how adorable she was when she wasn't harassing him for attention. He turned from the cat to face his desk. He wasn't going to allow himself to get attached, not when she'd eventually be big enough to run off on her own.

Danse is trying his best to make a home in Sanctuary in Frankie's absence. Regular people are hard enough to talk to, let alone another synth.

Cats are difficult, too, but Danse finds himself in the company of one, whether he likes it or not. He tells himself he won't let her stick around and definitely intends on passing her off on someone else. It's a tale as old as time, really.

Frankie isn't one to break a promise. He said he'd be back soon... With the weekend drawing to a close and no reported signs of him, Danse's concerns only grow tenfold when Sanctuary faces an unexpected house call.

Oh, and MacCready definitely still hasn't forgiven Danse for knocking his teeth out.

#NEW CHAPTER ALERT!!! #yes hi sorry it's been a hot minute since i've updated this and i deeply apologize #i do hope you all enjoy. ahhhhh why am i so nervous rn #obligatory tag spam incoming #danse x male sole survivor #danse x male sosu #fic: night letter #danse x frankie #regg writes

[natromanxoff]

FELIX TAYLOR INTERVIEW WITH QUEEN ONLINE - OCTOBER, 2006 (INTERVIEW-1)

PART-1

Reggae seems to be a forgotten genre in this generation, and with you coming from a rock background, where did the regge/pop sound blossom from?

I agree, reggae has been a bit neglected over the last few years, with the new dancehall sound and ragga dominating the West Indian market. It’s really a seventies thing I suppose, but many reggae artists still have a very large cult following, especially when it comes to the live scene. People like the Maytals, Burning Spear and Horace Andy are still widely listened to, and Bob Marley’s music is more popular than it ever was, even in the Wailers’ heyday.

This is really a pop tune, not a serious attempt at the genre, and I think my dad just wanted that kind of sound when he wrote the song, as he felt it suited the material. Josh (Macrae), who helped produce the track, was also involved in giving the track a nice reggae vibe, I think it was more of a straight ahead pop rock tune originally.

It’s a sound that’s quite in vogue at the moment; Lily Allen’s sound is reggae-lite and there’s a big dancehall scene going in the UK.

Which instruments are playing you play (on "Felix & Arty)?

I don’t play anything, I just did the vocal (actually I play a great tambourine, and triangle). My dad did the drums, keys and at least some of the guitar. I wasn’t involved in the original cut, so I’m not sure if anyone else has contributed.

When did you write your the first song?

I’ve written a couple of songs over the last few years, but I’m no great shakes. I don’t want to blow my trumpet (figuratively speaking) too much, as my dad wrote this baby all by himself really.

When was this song recorded, and who's played on it?

The original cut must have been done in April or early May. I did my bit in May, after most of the rest was down. As to whether anyone else has payed for it, you’ll have to ask my dad when he’s back from his holiday (lucky schmuck).

Were the lyrics written by you, by your dad or both of you - and is Bob Marley an influence of yours?

My dad wrote all the words, and I added some and changed a few here and there. Bob Marley is definitely an influence, he’s got the voice of a god and wrote dozens of cracking tunes – and he’s the man as a performer (after the Who in their original lineup, he’s the act I would most have liked to see live). He wrote some not-so-great material too, but hey, so did Bob Dylan, and nobody has a go at him.

What were your main musical influences growing up? Other than your father?

Musically, too many to mention – I love Jimmy Cliff for his voice, the Who for their energy, Bowie for his style (not all of it).. so many. I like many bands and dance acts, past and present. Hip Hop I’ve never been too keen on, except for the Roots. Most of my other influences are literary men or filmmakers (Huxley, Lewis, Orwell, Graves, Kubrick, Lean…).

PART-2

Did you rebel against your dad and his generation like all teenagers before you became the person you are now?

Not really, my parents were always pretty cool about most things. I think that questioning authority is a good thing if you feel you’re hard done by, but I always had it pretty good.

Are you in a band? (what are they called? Do you gig?)

No, but I would love to be. My brother’s an awesome drummer and a very tasteful chap when it comes to music, and I would love to do some stuff with him. He’s still in his teens at the moment, and his mum wants him at the schoolbooks, but he’ll be free soon enough.

Do you have a website?

No, only a myspace page specifically for this song. Might sort one out soon though. In the meantime it’s www.myspace.com/felixandarty

Was the single recorded in your dad’s studio?

Yes, that’s where he does all his stuff at the moment.

Is the single 'Woman You're So Beautiful' also going to be released on CD or other formats?

We’re trying to get some radio play at the moment. It’s on as a download, on myspace and QOL. It’ll be out on itunes later this month (bit of delay there), and if we get enough downloads, that will justify a CD pressing.

Who is the song 'Woman You're So Beautiful' about?

You’ll have to ask my dad about that one. They’re all beautiful aren’t they?

I thought that Arty wasn’t particularly fond of the reggae genre, or has that been misreported?

I have converted him after many stubborn years.

At any stage, was this track considered for the Queen + Paul Rodgers project?

Oh no, this was done after the last tour. I think my dad came up with the idea whilst touring in Japan.

Have you ever been involved in any of Arty's recording sessions before; either as participant or observer?

I’ve watched a few in my time, it’s always interesting. Never participated until now, wouldn’t presume to unless asked.

PART-3

What's your favourite of your father's past material (both solo songs/Queen songs & album)?

The Game is my favourite Queen album, but I like lots of them. I think Happiness? Was my dad’s best solo work, but what do I know at the end of the day, eh?

Do you have any particularly funny or poignant memories of Freddie, Brian or John?

Many, but I was very young at the time. I was at Live Aid; don’t remember it to be honest, but proud of that. Freddie was always very kind to me when I was small. They’re all very nice guys.

Would you be willing/happy/excited to perform this song live, should you ever get the opportunity?

You bet, very nervous if it came to that, but that’s the exciting bit!

Do you recall the incident that led to Arty writing Radio Ga Ga, and are you proud of providing the original inspiration for that track?

Proud if it’s true. I supposedly said the radio was a load of bla bla. I’m told it is true, but I was two so it’s not the clearest memory I have, and I have a sneaky suspicion that the story is apocryphal.

What is your day to day profession?

I work in an office, as a communications person. The people are very nice, but like all office jobs it’s dead boring – best job I’ve had so far though (got to say this to cover my back).

What was the best concert you ever attended?

Best show was Pink Floyd on their Division Bell tour. Foo Fighters are great live and I’m looking forward to seeing Muse in November. Loved going to Drum and Bass nights as a student in Brighton. Have to say that the best gig I’ve ever been to was a weird dancehall night in a concrete room in the Virgin Islands six years ago. PA was terrible, didn’t plan to go, didn’t know what it was or where we were, but it was sweaty and it was great!

Do you think that being a son of a famous musician can be a curse or a blessing when you are trying to make it yourself in the business?

Definitely not a curse. I haven’t really been trying to make it until now. Was just lucky to be asked to sing for this tune my dad was doing, and would like to follow it up if it gets anywhere.

What's your reaction when you see old pictures of your dad in 70s outfits?

Cut him some slack – it was the time, and when in Rome…

Any other hidden talents other than singing?

I’ve written a children’s book for the older end of the market and been trying to get an agent, but no luck so far. Writing an occult thriller for adults at the moment. I think I’m talented, but who knows?

Will there be more projects in the future? If so a father and son vocal duet would be amazing...

I certainly want to produce much more material, but it depends on whether the response to this track justifies another venture. It’s all up to you lot really.

INTERVIEW-2

#queen #queen band #roger taylor #roger meddows taylor #felix taylor #freddie mercury

[laviefantasie]

Not A Fan | Luke Patterson

Mini Series

Pairings: Alive!Luke Patterson x Alive!Reader

Summary: What happens if Sunset Curve loses their sound after their bandmate’s betrayal? Will a certain shy songwriter be able to help Luke Patterson, known narcissistic rockstar, find his inspiration before Sunset Curve’s new demo is due?

| MASTERLIST |

| PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE |

Loud screams were heard from the band’s rehearsal studios as the staff of the recording label tried to get the door opened without success. A loud crash was heard followed by an angry grunt, making the security staff break the door’s handle to open it.

The sight that greeted them was an angry-looking Luke Patterson beating the crap out of Bobby Wilson, Sunset Curve’s rhythm guitarist, while Alex Mercer and Reggie Peters tried to pull them away from one another.

To say everyone was confused was an understatement.

The security staff snapping out of their confusion to run to pull apart the bandmates, although the brunette didn’t seem willing to stop punching the dark-haired boy.

“It’s done, Luke!” screams Bobby once he is set free, “There’s nothing any of you can do! It’s over! They’re my songs now!”

With an angry grunt, Luke tries to set himself free from the guards’ hold making Bobby run out of the door.

Alex and Reggie staring at the way he left with hurt in their eyes. Bobby Wilson had stolen Luke’s songs, the ones that hadn’t yet been recorded by Sunset Curve, and gone off to Convington’s Records.

He had stolen all of Luke’s feelings and the band’s hard work to make a name for himself, not caring about the many years of brotherhood he was throwing away. 

“Wha...What do we do now?” Reggie questions softly.

The songwriter lets out an angry scream as soon as the guards let him go, pacing around the room with many emotions running through his body. Betrayal being the one that stands out the most.

“I’ll... I’ll just write new songs” Luke states, “Better songs. Ye-yeah, I’ll write better songs”

The other two boys look at one another with uncertainty, both knowing this cut them all deeply in different ways. Especially, since they considered each other family after everything that had happened with their own.

Meanwhile in Los Angeles, Y/N was walking through the halls of Los Feliz High School with Julie Molina by her side. Since the loss of both of your mothers, you both had lost interest in music. Julie being able to reconnect with her love for it through her mother’s former band demos. You didn’t have the same luck as your dad wasn’t truly supportive of it.

Meanwhile, you continued to avoid playing an instrument or even singing softly in the car. It just didn’t feel right anymore, not without her. Though that didn’t stop you from writing songs, although you always said they were just poems.

Poems that helped you expressed everything you felt without actually having to say it.

The curly-haired girl was trying to convince her best friend to sing at Mrs. Harrison’s music class, afraid the girl was going to lose her spot on the music program for refusing to even play an instrument.

Either way, Y/N didn’t care.

You were ready to be kicked out of the program so your friends could stop trying to push you to sing. You couldn’t do it, you had tried. 

“Y/N/N” calls Julie softly as you open your locker, “I know it’s hard, but you have to sing today. Mrs. Harrison was very patient with the both of us but I don’t think she can wait much longer”

Before you can asnwer the Molina, Flynn appears on the curly girl’s side with a big smile on her face, eyes shining brightly as she shows you both what she had opened on her phone.

The Band is Back!

Los Angeles’ very own Sunset Curve comes back! Rumor has it the band is coming home to reunite with their roots in hopes of inspiration for their new album.

We all know that after Trevor Wilson, a.k.a Bobby, left the band our favorite boys fell off the radar, but now they’re back and they’re coming home! 

We certainly cannot wait to see what they have in store for us.

Julie smiles excitedly over the article the braided-girl shows them while you simply roll your eyes. Sunset Curve was everyone’s favorite band of the moment, the eighteen-year-olds being revolutionaries with their rock music and 90′s looks. 

Even better, they were old students of Los Feliz High School. Their music was good, but honestly, Y/N didn’t see what made them so captivating other than that. 

So as Julie and Flynn gushed about the returning superstars, Y/N concentrating on getting the books she would need out of her locker. Her e/c eyes falling on her dark blue songbook at the end of her locker, hesitating you shake your head before closing your locker. 

You didn’t need that anymore, no need to torture yourself by having it near you.

Reggie and Alex kept their eyes on Luke as the boy once again ripped a page out of his songbook in anger. Right now they were on their tour bus on their way back home, hoping that being back where it all started helped their brunette songwriter finally come up with something.

So far, the lead guitarist hadn’t been able to even write a single verse. Somehow, Bobby’s betrayal had messed him up in more ways than he had realized, making it hard for him to write something.

“UGH”

Luke throws his black songbook across the bus, almost hitting Reggie in the head. The bass player looks at his best friend with disbelief.

“Sorry, Regg”

Both bandmates look at the boy in worry as he goes to grab his songbook, neither knowing how to help him. Bobby had crossed the line when messing up with the brunette’s songs, if there was something that was very intimate for the Patterson boy it was his songs.

It had been a low blow from Bobby.

Before Alex can open his mouth to try and make his best friend feel better, Reggie’s eyes catch sight of a place he had missed after they had left two years ago to follow their dreams as sixteen-years-old against their parents’ approval.

“Guys!” He calls getting closer to the window “It’s Los Feliz!”

Both missing members run to Reggie’s side to look at the place where they had fallen in love with music for the first time and where they had met one another. The sight bringing smiles to their faces.

Before anyone can say something else, Luke is already screaming at the driver to stop.

“Let’s go say hello, boys”

You were skipping your last class before the music program, deciding you needed the time to decide what you were going to do. Were you actually ready to finally give up music completely?

With a sigh, Y/N opens her locker to grab her dark blue songbook. Staring at it with a troubled look, so concentrated in making up your mind that you don’t notice the three teenage boys that are running your way with their eyes set on one another.

It is not until you fall to the floor with a loud thud that you realize you had been walking while staring at your songbook, proving once again that not watching where you go is never a good idea.

“Oh shi- Are you okay?”

You look towards the voice finding yourself staring at bright green eyes, in confusion you look towards the other two boys behind him recognition flashing across your eyes as you’re reminded of the article Flynn showed you that morning.

You’re about to open your mouth to say you’re fine, but the brunette that’s kneeling beside you covers your mouth in a fast move.

“Please don’t scream!”

You frown with disbelief before biting his hand, making him take his hand off his mouth while letting out a grunt of pain.

“First of all, it’s not polite to cover a stranger’s mouth” you snap before standing up, “Second, I wasn’t going to scream. As unlikely as it is, I’m not a fan, all I was gonna say is that I was fine”

Luke stands up with a frown on his face, looking towards his best friends in confusion before turning to look at you once more.

“Not a fan?” He asks with disbelief, “We’re Sunset Curve”

“Tell your friends” Adds the one with the leather jacket.

You roll your eyes, “I know who you are, my best friends love you”

Luke lets out a scoff before pouting at you, Alex trying -and failing- to keep a smile off his face at Luke’s obvious tantrum over you not being a fan of the band. 

Reggie giving the teenage girl his own pout as he realizes the same thing. Alex being the only one who finds the situation amusing.

With a sigh, the h/c girl looks at her things on the floor rushing to grab them. Making sure to throw her songbook inside her backpack before looking towards the band once again.

“Thank you for the fall” you smile sarcastically towards the brunette boy, “Hope to not see you again, boy band”

You continue your way towards the library hoping to catch some sleep before having to go to the music program, ignoring the looks you’re giving by the boys.

“WHO YOU CALLING BOY BAND, SHORTY?”

You roll your eyes as you hear the band’s lead singer scream after you before you disappear from their view.

Luke scoffs at your disappearing figure muttering angrily under his breath about the fact you were not a fan, kneeling to grab his own songbook that fell during the fall only to find a dark blue one instead of her black one.

Staring at it in confusion, the songwriter turns to his friends before realizing you must’ve taken his own songbook by accident. He’s about to run to try to catch up with you when curiosity gains the best of him.

Opening the blue songbook, his green eyes catch sight of an interesting title: Finally Free. Reading through it he cannot help the smile that grows on his face, Alex and Reggie soon appearing by his side as soon as they see their best friend’s eyes shined brightly in a way they hadn’t shined since Bobby’s betrayal.

The three read the lyrics with disbelief. The song was absolute killer, with the right melody they were sure it could be a hit. Maybe, just maybe, he could help you finish it.

But how could he find you again?

#julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #luke patterson x oc #luke patterson x y/n #luke patterson x reader #luke jatp #jatp #sunset curve #Luke Patterson x reader

[hdowlpost]

OWL GIFTS for @slytherco!

Gift from: anon

Enjoy on AO3: Tell Me You Want It

Summary: Auror Draco Malfoy hated Christmas office parties. He especially hated them because Harry Potter was always, always invited. Word Count: 2100 Rating: Explicit Contains: oral sex, dirty talk, praise kink Notes: I hope you enjoy it, @slytherco! Thanks for reading!

Gift from: anon

Check out on AO3: Monda és ember közt

Original fic: Between Myth and Man by slytherco Summary: Draco, elveszve és egy kicsit megtörve próbálja életét elkormányozni a háború utáni világban, váltig meggyőződve arról, hogy a hozzá hasonló alakoknak nem lenne szabad döntési szabadsággal élniük. Hogy végre megakadályozza, hogy önnön szabotáló hajlamai keresztbe tegyenek neki a reggeli rutinjába beiktat pár csepp Vertaserumot. Egy történet a döntések összetettségéről, elfojtott vágyakról, melyek akkor törnek fel belőlünk, mikor a legkevésbé számítunk rájuk és a hazugságokra épített élet teljes reménytelenségéről. Word Count: 14 072 Rating: NC-17 Notes: This work really got to me. I loved every minute of it. After the reveals I'm gonna post it on the biggest Hungarian fanfic site, where more people can read it :) Dear slytherco, your writing style is wonderful! I know this was a fest-fic in itself but I was really captivated by it and it's very close to my personal likings all things considered (and I cannot write good smut nowadays nor can I translate it, apparently, so I didn't even try one of your... hottest pieces however awesome they are XD) Merry Christmas!!! <3

Gift from: anon

Enjoy on AO3: Watch Out (here I come)

Summary:

"Oh, for fuck’s sake," Hermione mutters, her smile never faltering. "Harry, stop it." "Stop what?" Harry mutters back, not looking away from the grey eyes narrowed in his direction, as the man himself mouths what? Harry gives up on the punch and signals the bartender, asking for whiskey. "If you’re going to eyefuck Malfoy, I’m going to go find Ron for a dance," Hermione says, turning to set her glass down on the bar behind her.

Word Count: 4047 Rating: Explicit Contains: Secret Relationship, Holiday Work Party, Friends With Benefits, but they both want more, Hermione already knows obviously, Semi-Public Sex, Enthusiastic Consent, Blow Jobs, wanking, Facials, but loving and romantic, a little rimming, as a treat, Gratuitous use of italics Notes: Ola, I love your work so much, it was an honor to create for you!

#drarry #draco x harry #HDowlpost2018 #slytherco

[studentprotests]

Doug Ford has stained his legacy in a way that even backing down won’t fix..

It was inevitable that the love affair between Ford and a few friendly labour leaders would end with broken hearts, Martin Regg Cohn writes.

#canada #Ontario #Doug Ford #unions

[jubberry]

oohkay let's go tua with those ship asks: fiveya, horrance and alluther.

thanks el i love you

Send me a ship and I'll answer three questions based on if I ship it or not.

fiveya obvs i ship this since this is 90% of my tua drawings lol

1. ill wait ill wait (to be the one) by georgiestauffenberg made me ship it cause holy fuck dude. I dont know if i ship them romantically when i saw them onscreen cause first of all, age difference is kinda weird lmao. Second, they dont rlly interact much outside literally the first couple of eps. But he was so soft for her, and i felt like they had so much unexplored history.

so i looked at fanfics cause i was wondering if ppl still ship it, then i liked the description of this one so i gave it a go.

Basically the premise is that vanya dates a much older man who seems to know a lot about her. And it was amazingly in character and just provided their characters some depth that u wouldnt find outside of a romantic relationship between them. (The implication of five pining while she doesnt know who he is, their missed chances when he time travelled, fives missed chances of living and having a 'normal' life bec of his own hubris, vanyas insecurity and being able to open up bec shes with someone whos known her since childhood). Its so sweet and thats how i was like, oh yep i can do so much more with these two, and what has kept me interested in drawing them etc.

2. My favourite things are the shippers cause i made some friends in the fandom who are super cool and supportive! I dont get super involved in fandoms and usually just watch from afar so finding people to talk to and muck around with in this tiny fandom is super cool 😭

Though thats not to say I havent come across some bad apples in this fandom and things that I dont like. I think thats the importance of carving out a place for yourself and ur friends in fandom tho.

Another thing I like about the ship itself, i just like the grumpy person whos soft for one person trope. Its so cute. I like all the little clues in canon on how their relationship as kids is quite warm, which is interesting cause five is basically the star student and he can be quite cold vs vanya who is the black sheep of the family.

I also like how five likes her powers even when she caused the apocalypse he spent the majority of his life in lol. Like its a popular hc that five is just a wife guy and i love that.

I see vanya as the type who has a lot of love to give, and she sometimes has unrealistic expectations of what her partner can give. Betrayal and lies really angers her, but also when her partner cannot meet her expectations of love she gets very upset bec its also an indication of how shes not good enough, or not loveable enough to be able to have this in the relationship (her insecurity means every failing always comes back to her, even if its out of her control).

I feel like five would be a level-headed person enough in the relationship to not be afraid to say 'vanya ur being stupid' (ie. the s2 confrontation lmao). Also, five's personality means she will never have to doubt his actions bec she knows hes the type who will not give u the moment of the day if hes not interested.

Not to mention they also have the whole apocalypse vs. saviour, hero/villain thing. Theres just a lot to explore!

3. I probably have several. But mostly I dont mind five being a dick to vanya bec first, even if the appeal is hes soft to her hes already kind of a dick in canon lmao. Also, vanya isnt a child. Shes grown and she can handle petty af things like five telling her shes not good at cooking lol. I also dont mind it cause I feel like people are getting too afraid to write... conflict for fear or portraying an abusive relationship or smth. Like, chill. Conflict is fine, resolving it is how u get a story. However in saying that, nobody should be obligated to write any way unless you want to! Fanfic is for comfort so if what your doing is making u happy then its good enough!

horrance which i also ship but i love the platonic and romantic relationship equally:

1. I came in tua in general not shipping anything so Im honestly not sure. I do remember someone doing a meta before s2 came out that was basically how ben acted weird when klaus summoned dave in s1 that made me go 👀 Otherwise, tua s2 rlly made me like them cause tua FED horrance shippers. Like..... the fact that klaus didnt want ben to leave him, and ben knows thats why he stayed 😢 or the fact that klaus was all over him for some reason???? Somebody also mentioned gay ben once and I resonate with that deeply. Like i get that jill exists but i resonate with gay ben deeply.

2. I love their bickering, theyre so cute together. I just like ben being angry bec hes self aware that hes got both shit and amazing taste. Shit bec he cant believes he likes Klaus (and also amazing also bec Klaus). I think the idea of them being kind of underdogs, theyre not rlly leader types and dont want to be, helps them bond together even in platonic horrance. They're both down to earth, and even tho they can annoy each other, they also know if they want a space to feel comfortable its with each other. Theyre not pressured by rivalry over leadership, or any sort of competition.

I love the idea that even tho ben is like klaus's ''conscience'', hes also down for chaos and bitchy. I feel like klaus rlly enabled that side of him, its not exactly a good thing but its p funny lol

3. I know some people think their dynamic is unhealthy but i dont care lol

alluther. So id say i dont ship this, mostly due to the fact that im not invested? Just like all tua ships so far I rlly came out not wanting anything but platonic relationships cause I feel tua doesnt do romance very well. With alluther, theyre so cute but im not super invested in either of their chars so they havent stuck for me. I appreciate seeing them and talking about them tho, and I'm def open to exploring them further.

1. I think tua canon romances are just so lackluster 😔 Idk who writes the romances but I was just like 'nice' but afterwards I dont really think about them. I love their dance scene and the message behind it! Otherwise, theyre sweet like most of the tua romances but im not super invested, same with all the non canon ships.

2. I really feel like tua needs to decide on what their relationship is. Like, just say its incest or not and stick with it 👀 Or if you wanna support it or not, just make up ur mind. I think I would've liked it better if I found the characters more interesting. Allison especially I feel like suffers from the fact that tua just doesn't want to make her ''mean''. They want to make her supportive and are less interested in making her flawed (ie. she should've had a conflict with Vanya in s2, but the writers didnt want to write the girls fighting which is stupid imo and not what that conflict is about).

In regards to Alluther, the scene where Allison gets annoyed at Luther for sleeping with someone else felt out of line. Like, how are you marrying other people and moving on but Luther isn't allowed to? But honestly, I don't mind if they actually just acknowledge it and make it a deliberate part of Allison's trait that Allison can expect a certain loyalty automatically from other people (which can tie in to her childhood being a star, and the rumour).

Luther is a big simp for Allison, which is sweet, but at the same time it would be nice to have him explore himself for a bit, and who he is outside of the academy. Then maybe they can rekindle their relationship again as new people and see where they go from there.

3. I don't hate them, but they're ok. I'm not super invested in them, just like all the tua canon romance. But I wouldn't mind making content for them if I were a bit more invested in their characters. I love their dance scene in s1 and I feel like its super a underrated portrayal of what their relationship is meant to be. I know no one talks about it but it's just such a great scene, and I'm pretty sure the choreographer was into interpretive dance? The scene had a lot of meaning that I don't see people dig around with.

Essentially I'm pretty sure the fairy lights are obviously a throwback to their childhood together, spending time outside of Reggie. So the dance scene kind of symbolized that pocket of space they made for each other in their life (even if theyre far away, or with other people, they will always have that space for each other).

The way they danced was more like playfighting than dancing, which means their relationship isn't sensual. It's more ''pure'', and romantic. Its basically two kids rekindling their love as adults. I also think this is a response to the incest, cause in s1 tua klaus literally said that 'thank god Regg is not their real father' right before Allison and Luther meet lmao. So its kinda like saying Allison x Luther isnt supposed to be 'ohh step sibling hot' but two people who experienced the same trauma as kids and finding comfort with each other (and rekindling that love after many years).

#harcest #fiveya #horrance #i dont think this is anti alluther but i did say i dont ship it #cause im not invested in tua canon romances #i wont tag just in case #ask game #THIS GOT SO LONG