#the posies band

[posies-and-bundles]

Introducing Zoot's mom, Lena!

Lena is a businesswoman working in the film industry, advocates for muppets receiving more roles in movies and TV shows, especially ones that aren't comedies and where muppets aren't the butt of the joke

She is Puerto Rican and divorced twice over, she has two other kids beside Zoot, but she only ever sees them half the time

Lena and Gabe were fairly young when Zoot was born, and they tried to make it work, but unfortunately, it didnt

Lena loves Zoot and Gabe very much, but she did fall out of love with Gabe romantically and agreed to split if off. And to support Zoot individually rather than pretend for their son's sake and be miserable

This plan worked well for the first few years of the divorce, until Lena got remarried. Her second husband was manipulative and possessive, convincing her that she needed to be focused on him and their children, even threatened to ruin Lena's career and her family's life. Quickly after that she cut contact and moved.

Gabe did try and talk to Lena but there was a lot of stress in the situation and he eventually gave up. He didn't even demand child support because he was to emotionally exhausted and felt like he could handle it on his own.

Gabe knows why Lena cut contact for the most part but still doesn't like talking about her. He's told Zoot about his mom and his half siblings at some point, but Zoot always ends up forgetting anyway.

Lena of course divorced her second husband eventually, and did think about regaining contact with Gabe and Zoot, but she felt it was too late. She had already caused so much pain and it had already been so many years, she felt like the best she could do was stay away.

#posie art 💐❤️ #muppets #muppet mayhem #muppet oc #the muppets #Gabe #Lena #zoot muppet #zoot muppets #im not the most satisfied with her design but i honestly cant think of anything better #i was planning on antagonizing zoots mom and keeping her as a character that just never really appears to emphasize her absence #but then i started thinking of scenarios and got attached #now shes got a tragic story #gabe doesnt exactly resent her more than he does wish that he could have done something to help #zoot has mixed feelings about his mom #he knows about her existence and that she left but can never convince himself to hate or blame her #his dads band and his extended family (including the mayhem) really ended up filling the hole she left anyway #tragic families my beloved

[purgatory2]

i made an ed recovery, fat positive, and body positive playlist!

!! if you want to listen, a quick warning for tapeworms by baby bugs! it can be triggering. i added it for the ending lyrics, i think it's a lovely message.

#ed recovery #ana recovery #recovery journey #recovery #choose recovery #mia recovery #fat positive #fat positvity #i originally had the band chub rub on here #but their music vanished for me #sad about that :( #i recommend them if ur looking for some fat positive music! #body positvity #body positive #body posi things #body posititivity #Spotify

[posthumanwanderings]

[ Five - Keep on Movin' (1999) ]

#Five #Y2K #corridors #boy bands #posi-vibes #screens

[doodlboy]

A small collection of mc el doodles

#obey me #obey me mc #mc elliot #obey me mammon #cats the musical #fantasy gore #gore #implied gore #digital art #slighly suggestive but not really #anyway heres a bunch of silly lil things that i thought were too small to posy individually #a joke abt els huge ass feet cryptid el moments #i got bored and drew him as tugger bc hes my favorite guy #el just trying to do his job as a model and mammon losing his shit at el wearing gold [bc el fuckin HATES gold stuff] #an au where he becomes an angel but instead of fallin and becoming avatar of bloodlust he just straight up kills god #and punk au outfit concept for els band “heart failure” ^^ #elliot doodles

[kindahoping4forever]

Do you know what happened to Ash? I'm really concerned

The only 100% indisputable information at the moment is that about 30 mins into the show, he was brought an oxygen tank, helped offstage and the show was ultimately cancelled. The speculation amongst fans is that it may have been due to heat exhaustion, given that it was another outdoor show in extreme Texas temperatures (not to mention their third in a row under those conditions) but until there's word from the band, it's important to take anything you read with a grain of salt and wait for an update from an official source. 💙

#i personally am not scrolling thru the speculation bc it just appears to be a cycle of people worrying each other tbqh #no one knows what's going on except for the band and their team #so wait until we hear from them to react to anything is my advice #obvi heat illness makes so much sense bc it's been so hot these past couple days #and that first section of the show is absolutely brutal and non-stop performance #but again that's just speculation #try not to worry! #all we can do is wait and send the posi vibes 💙 #ask #tmht woodlands #ashirwinstan

[field-of-sungflowers]

bullied by doctor sung about the Amnesia series again lads

#dr sung just stopping reading my tip halfway through and then going 'I KNEW IT WAS GONNA BE ABOUT AMNESIA' about took me out #my brand as The Frictional Games Fan is so strong #so strong that the vocalist of my fave band routinely bullies me for it #(posi)

[tubatoad]

oh yeah my favorite Mariah Carey hit song, all i want for december is tuba

#tuba #sousaphone #music #meme #lol #shitpost #funny posy #christmas #holiday #mariah carey #all i want for christmas is you #christmas music #sheet music #band #tuba duet

[downthetubes]

Centre Pompidou in Paris celebrates “The Ninth Art” this summer

This summer, the Centre Pompidou in Paris is to present "La BD à tous les étages" ("Comics on All Levels"), a landmark programme of exhibitions and events celebrating the comics art form, aka “The Ninth Art”

This summer, the Centre Pompidou in Paris is to present “La BD à tous les étages” (“Comics on All Levels”), a landmark programme of exhibitions and events celebrating the comics art form, aka “The Ninth Art”. Organised in all the Centre Pompidou spaces in partnership with the Hélène & Édouard Leclerc Fund, “La BD à tous les étages” is described as an exceptional celebration of the Ninth Art that…

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#bande dessinee #Centre Pompidou #Corto Maltese #David B. #downthetubes News #Edmond-François Calvo #Events Comics #Exhibition News #George Herriman #George McManus #Hergé #Hugo Pratt #La BD à tous les étages #Lagoon Magazine #Lagoon Revue #Marion Fayolle #Paris #Posy Simmonds #The Ninth Art #Will Eisner

[freddiemercurylegendabovelegends]

March 1970, High Street, Leatherhead, Surrey, UK - Freddie Bulsara auditioned for Sour Milk Sea band, after seeing a ‘vocalist wanted’ in the ‘Melody Maker, Freddie accompanied by 'roadies' Roger Taylor and John Harris

Rob Tyrell recalls seeing him for the first time: “Freddie auditioned with us in a youth club in crypt of a church in Dorking. We were all blown away. He was very confident. I don’t think it was any great surprise to him when we offered him the job.” Jeremy Gallop agrees: “He had an immense amount of charisma, which is why we chose him. Although, we were actually spoilt for choice that day. Normally at auditions, you’d get four or five guys who were rubbish, but we had two other strong contenders. One was a black guy, who had the voice of God, but he didn’t have the looks of Fred, and the other person was Bridget St. John.

Chris Chesney: “I remember Freddie being really energetic and moving around a lot at the audition, coming up and flashing the mike at me during guitar solos. He was impressive. There was an immediate vibe. He had a great vocal range. He sang falsetto; nobody else had the bottle to do that. He said ‘Do your own songs and I’ll make up my own words’ It was very clever and very good.”

“When Freddie joined,” Chris continues, “We were on a roll. We were in the habit of playing two or three gigs a week and we continued to do so. I think we played down at the Temple in Lower Wardour Street with Freddie, the Oxford gig, and a few others.”

The Oxford gig was in the ballroom at the Randolph Hotel, one of the grandest in the city, “It was like a society-type bash, debs in frocks and all that,” recalls Chris. “I remember our sound wasn’t great.” Jeremy Gallop adds: “Freddie definitely managed to get what people were there in the palm of his hand, just by sheer aggression and his good looks. He was very posy, very camp, and quite vain. I remember him coming to my house and looking in the mirror, poking his long hair. He said ‘I look good today. Don’t you think Rubber?’ I thought, ‘Fuck Off!’ I was only eighteen at the time, and didn’t think it was funny, Now It’s hilarious.”

The only other gig featuring Freddie which the other members of Sour Milk Sea are certain about was a benefit for the homeless charity ‘Shelter’, staged at the Highfield Parish hall in Headington, Oxford, on 20th March 1970 – just weeks before Freddie teamed up with Brian May and Roger Taylor in a new group. “That was probably the last gig we played with him,” remarks Chris Chesney.

Surprisingly enough for such a low-key gig, just like Ibex’s Bolton show, Sour Milk Sea’s appearance at Headington, also made the local paper. This time it was the ‘Oxford Mail’ and incredibly, the paper also included a photograph of the group complete with Freddie – the only known shot to exist of him with Sour Milk Sea. Typically Freddie is the only one looking at the camera.

The article included an interview with the band on account of Chris Chesney’s parents being minor celebrities. It also remarked that vocalist Freddie Bulsara had only arrived ‘a couple of weeks ago’, and quoted form his song ‘Lover’. More importantly, as Chris told the paper at the time: “I don’t feel we are like any other group. Our approach is based on our relationships with one another.”

These relationships held much promise, but were fraught with danger, as Chris soon discovered. “I was staying with ‘Rubber’ at the time.” He recounts. “Then Freddie asked me to stay with him in Barnes. So I did, and we started songwriting together, getting into each other’s heads. His chords were kind of weird. They broke all the rules. F-Sharp minor to F back to A. That was totally new for me. I thought it was all very current and that we could blend our two approaches together.”

Chris continues: “We did two or three of Freddie’s songs. He had some material from the Ibex days, including ‘Lover’, ‘Blag’ and ‘FEWA’ He was good at lyrics and we wrote a couple of numbers, some big, operatic pieces. Operatic in the sense that they broke down into solo guitar parts, then built up again vocally. I can’t for the life of me remember what they were called. He also introduced weird covers like ‘Jailhouse Rock’. We’d never considered playing Elvis, or Little Richard’s ‘Lucille’. Then he had his little rock ‘n’ roll medley, which pushed the band into a showbiz direction, which I liked. He also had a lot of stagecraft going. I had a good relationship with Freddie and he liked the way I moved on stage. We were like Bowie and Ronson, where we related physically to each other on stage”.

No one in Ibex, Wreckage or Sour Milk Sea had suspected that Freddie was gay. Indeed Mike Bersin has pointed out; “Freddie had a girlfriend, Mary Austin at the time”. “Ambiguous sexuality was par for the course then.” Recalls Chris Chesney. “You didn’t question it. Anybody who did was totally unhip.” Chris and Freddie’s friendship was platonic, but close: “He wanted to style me, give me some clothes to wear, and the relationship between us got quite strong. ‘Rubber’ soon realised there was nothing in it for him.”

(➡️ source: http://www.queenpedia.com/index.php?title=Sour_Milk_Sea)

#sour milk sea #freddie mercury #queen band #london #zanzibar #legend #queen #brian may #john deacon #freddiebulsara #roger taylor #1970

[posies-and-bundles]

MUPPET OCS RAGHHHHH

#posie art 💐❤️ #muppet ocs #Gabe #hes technically not here but they are connected to him!!! #these are some concept designs for some of the members of the jazz/rock band that Gabe is the manager for :] #sylvia is the singer #york is on trumpet #and benoe is on the keys #i like york and sylvias designs the most i might change benoe a little #i know i usually color in my art but i just wasnt feeling it today lol #Sylvia #Benoe #York #ill give them their own tags <3

[cc-horan28]

Be My Valentine - 4

With Your Hand In Mine

(G) 900 words

WW2 AU Soldier!Louis Tomlinson x Doctor!Harry Styles (2/3)

Tw implied time period accurate homophobia

“You have got to stop fiddlin’ wit’ those,” Niall snapped, swatting his hand away from the posy of lavenders in his breast pocket. 

“They’re wonky,” Louis frowned. 

“I’m sure those flowers’ll be the last thing on Harry’s mind right now.”

OR

Louis is about to marry Harry. And he simply can't wait.

A/N: Part 2 of the ww2 AU! idk why but i love this sm. If stuff falls into place (read: my schedule allows) I might make them a recurring thing!)

Title from Louis' 'We Made It'

Louis stood in front of his mirror, anxiously smoothing down the lapels of his jacket, He glanced out of the window, eyes roving over the expanse of green. If he squinted, he could just make out the spot by the thicket of pine.

The spot where they were going to get married. He felt his stomach twist with excitement, but all of it was tinged with an irrational fear of someone somehow finding out. He was loath to accept the fact that he could never acknowledge the union, let alone dream of actually being somewhere with him, out. 

But they didn’t need a piece of paper from the city hall or the church. 

They were in love. And all the people that mattered to them knew and supported them. What more could Louis ask for?

Louis stood at the top of the staircase with Niall, going over his vows one last time. They had written their own, and he absolutely did not want to forget a word. 

Niall was a good lad. He had met him when he had been to Ireland on a hunting trip with some cousins of his that he never wanted to go to in the first place. Looking back now, he was grateful he did. 

He had met Niall at the pub, and they had fallen into an easy conversation. When Louis had mentioned a vacancy at the local newspaper one of his friends owned, Niall had jumped at the chance. He had moved to London shortly after, renting out a place close to him and Louis couldn’t have been more glad for the company.

He was one of the first people who wasn’t family whom they had trusted with his and Harry’s relationship. He had contacts with the local police for his work, and while Harry had been hesitant, it was a risk Louis had been willing to take. He had grown to trust Niall completely.

Niall had taken a bit of time to get used to it, to accept it (it had been an intense few days, Louis nearly jumping out of his skin whenever someone knocked at his door). Still, he had come around fully, even putting forward ideas for an underground newsletter he could help write for. 

“You have got to stop fiddlin’ wit’ those,” Niall snapped, swatting his hand away from the posy of lavenders in his breast pocket. 

“They’re wonky,” Louis frowned. 

“I’m sure those flowers’ll be the last thing on Harry’s mind right now.” Niall pursed his lips, cracking a small smile when Louis nodded back, “Okay now, one last time, then we’ll head out,”

Louis rushed across the lawn, skirting puddles formed by the rain overnight. The sky was a clear and dazzling blue now, though, and Louis hoped it would stay that way. 

He rushed to hug his sisters, who were setting up the chairs. All of them expressed their excitement for Harry and him, and he knew he was lucky to have a family like this, all of it, and felt tears welling up. He had to hold back from breaking down completely, feeling like iron bands were tightening around his chest when they brought up their mum.

He missed her terribly. He still remembered the day he had told her about Harry when she was proposing his debut into London society. Much like the rest of the people they had told, she had been quick at putting aside her initial prejudices, accepting and supporting him, even going as far as to make them all skip sermon where the preacher was to talk about the fate that met the ‘homosexuals’ despite her receiving flak for it from the neighbours afterward.

All the memories came flooding back, making the moment bittersweet. He regretted that she wasn’t here, that she couldn’t give them her blessing, but Louis was grateful she had gotten to meet Harry and had grown to love him. He had to hold on to the good times, that’s what she would have wanted.

He gently drew away, going to greet the rest of the lads, thanking them effusively for their help. It was by no means an official ceremony, but they could still get in trouble if word was to somehow get out. All of them were putting themselves at risk just being there, and Louis was once again hit by a wave of gratitude.

They had debated about wheeling about the piano from the parlor, Harry refusing point blank to attract any unnecessary attention, even though the estate spanned more area than any neighbor’s ears possibly could.

He was regretting giving in to Harry right now. Watching him walk down the row between the chairs, the small handful of guests smiling at him, arm interlinked with Anne’s. He would have given anything to have Mendelssohn’s notes floating up as he took Harry’s hand, smiling at Anne. 

He took in the lavenders tucked into his breast pocket, mirroring his own, wanting to say something but feeling like the words were stuck in his throat. He truly was speechless. 

His smile widened as Niall came forward with the open ring boxes, metal glinting in the sunlight. 

Harry was going to be his husband.

Louis really couldn’t ask for anything more.

A/N: Reblogs are always appreciated 💕

#bemyvalentine2024 #bemyvalentineno4 #wedding vows #larry stylinson #fluff #lots of fluff #tw implied homophobia #Harry Styles #Louis Tomlinson #They’re getting married yay #larry fic #larry fanfic #larry fanfiction #hlcreators #hltracks #hlficlibrary #trackinghome #one direction #1d

[gatheredfates]

Alaice - Distraught

CONTENT WARNINGS: Alaice's story deals in dark/mature themes surrounding toxic relationships, domestic violence and my personal interpretation of a woman's place in Ishgardian high society. Please do not read/scroll now if you're under eighteen or if these topics are personally triggering. The abuse is primarily emotional/mental, but there is also a mention of martial rape. I choose to be transparent because I believe in tagging/warning were appropriate, but I'm firmly of the opinion people must be responsible for the kinds of media they choose to engage with. Curate your spaces appropriately.

when is a monster not a monster? oh, when you love it.

Tight fingers wove around a bunch of forget-me-nots, flecks of azure in the grey. Ahead, a weary band of onlookers watched the procession while the stony eyes of The Fury bored, an irony both in material and stare. It wasn’t the kind of wedding Alaice had envisioned for herself; a tiny gathering, a closed ceremony, the absence of her father on her arm.

'It would not do to wait for a spring wedding,' he explained on the first ask, and who was she to deny? The duties of her House weighed heavy since her parent's death (little more than babe, to loose them so quickly - what a tragedy!) and the tender promise of protection nursed to love as she confided to the handsome man now called her fiancé. He knew better, of course, master of his house for a ten-year, how to conduct her affairs in a most delicate manner. It would not bode well for her to attempt to navigate the bureaucracies on her own; the paperwork, the proprieties — she was ill prepared for it! No, he would care for it out of his adoration for her. She need only pledge her love for him and he would make it so.

Sensible. Pragmatic. It was no gayly court and gaggles of gossip, but she would be safe. Her mother had prepared her thusly before she died; the second-nature braid was originally by her hand. The spattering of snowberries and frosted evergreen haloed around her head only furthered the picturesque portrait of bridely innocence on her ascension to the altar.

Past the threshold of virtue. Out of the furnace and into the fire.

He looked at her and she swore to herself none of it mattered. Not the awkward assembly of acquaintances, the Halonic choir singing a chorus closer to a requiem, or the rush-job priest that better suited such a lament. The man on her left loosened his hold and relinquished her to her soon-to-be husband, as if he had any ownership over her in the first place.

Draeir smiled. His mouth were a gate of shiny white teeth, an ivory fortress where she loomed in enamel prisons lashed by his cold word. She smiled back so sweetly, barely containing her excitement, ignorant to the grip that was two ilms too tight on her fingers or the way he pulled her to him with contained force.

She stumbled. He caught her in turn. A moment's panic escaped her mouth, regained in an instant, and she apologised for her mistake.

"You won't do it again," he answered her, and she took it for gentility.

You will know better than to do it again.

The choir lolled into silence.

a beast can never unlearn its nature.

A posy of periwinkles decayed by the windowsill, overlooking the drab gardens flanked by an ever-constant pattering of snow. They had been a gift on his return, a placation for the girl resting chin-first by the ledge, and placed on the mantle to gather dust. That was how she felt most days, now — a painting, perhaps a statue at best. Something to revisit when he pleased, brushed down and realigned.

Sometimes, when he were being generous, he would trot her out to the crowds he entertained — watched with those hawk-like eyes how she curtsied and smiled at their jokes.

"Such a pretty thing, Draeir, how lucky you must be!" The women remarked, dripping poison from the corner of their lips to be bestowed upon their husbands who stared too long. She felt the uncomfortable flip in the pit of her stomach, intensified when they turned away to talk business and pleasure and his hand would seize hers from behind, pulling her to his side.

"Darling," he cooed, his voice dropping so low as to make the others believe they were merely conversing. Then came the hissed "Feeding their egotism is not your job."

Which did he want — her absence or her presence? If she kept to herself he'd stumble into their room wine-drunk and longing, clawing for her company and absconding her for her avoidance. If she stayed by him and submitted to his whims, a toe out of line spurred his ire.

"You are my WIFE." The specks of spittle were like stains on her skin, no matter how much she tried to wipe them off, and the desperate cries for his redemption could not strip the varnish from the bed that creaked from the weight of them. It hadn't occurred to her then to wish for them to crack; to fling them, body and bloody, to the floor.

It hadn't occurred to her to fight back.

How was this love when she was hysterical? How was this love when he looked at her with rage?

Draier grabbed her face and demanded her silence. He kissed her. He bit her. He tore her from the inside out, wringing her out like a crone's cloth, and left her in tatters at the bedside.

When she finally rose, barely registering what time had passed, she bundled the sheets dappled by blood and retrieved her clothes from the floor. She barely registered handing them to her maid, only that she asked they all be burned.

Rotting flowers on a mantle, elegantly framed. Holy work, the church claimed.

Tell me then, father, why I feel so unclean?

Is it nature or is it nurture?

In her dreams, her daughter wrapped her fingers around her throat.

"A sapling cannot be saved from the seed," She said, pretty lips spreading to a bloodied smile that poured down her chin to the spear of ice lodged between her breastbone. When Alaice screamed and tried to tear her hands away, Alyna only pressed her weight harder upon the weapon until she could no longer swallow the blood.

Her complexion. Her father's hair. Eyes of clear ice and steel grey looking at her vapidly. He looked like that when he died, too; the hard lines in his face smoothing to a eerie stillness as he slumped forward on the rime, steam rising from his rapidly cooling body.

She should have been horrified. Yet, when she dropped to her knees in front of him, all she could feel was relief.

Nature made him cruel. Nurture made her desperate. What would be the fate for their babe?

She woke the way a person stepped onto thin ice — cold and all at once. It was as if she suddenly remembered how to breathe, gulping down air instead of frozen water as her chest heaved and the blanket tangled around her legs was crisp and patched with snow.

To her left her daughter cried, but it was only on her third inhale that her mother registered it with fright and turned to scoop her up.

Alaice pressed her to her breast, icy cold. Alyna didn't seem to mind. In the stillness of the night, she was still a babe — not an apparition to be feared or an inevitability to supress.

"I can't tell you if evil is born or made," she recalled the witch telling her. They were alone one night, Elandervier having been coaxed by the promise of wine and relatively silent company. But, as she swirled the red in her hooked fingers, she sighed and looked to Alaice in full. Her mouth moved as if she wanted to say something. Instead, she busied herself with her cup.

She wondered what she might have said if she pressed. In truth, maybe it was better she didn't know at all.

Instead, she grounded herself with the feeling of her weight connecting with the wooden floorboards and the way her daughter wriggled in her arms. Alaice soothed her with a coo and a kiss to the crown of her head, straying to the window were dried lavender was plucked from the vase and offered as peacekeeping.

She had no way of knowing the horrors of the world. In this moment, she was safe.

That had to be good enough.

#｡･ﾟﾟ･ — 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 : alaice #i'm not tagging el because she only features once but she IS here #anyway hi i feel rusty but i got the main gist of what i wanted here sooo #watch me not write for another six months #( god i hope not FKGHJDFS ) #my writing #｡･ﾟﾟ･ — sea answers things

[classical-music-suites-bracket]

The Round 1 Draw is here!

The top left:

Sleeping Beauty Suite vs Bye

Le tombeau de Couperin vs Suite in Old Style

Holberg Suite vs Lemminkäinen Suite

Caucasian Sketches Suite no. 1 vs Suite for Solo Viola

The Golden Mountains vs Carmen Suite no. 2

Lincolnshire Posy vs Der Rosenkavalier Suite

American Suite vs Cello Suite in G Major

Pictures at an Exhibition vs Children's Corner Suite

The bottom left:

Livre de Guitarre dédie au roy, Suite no. 3 in D Minor vs Bye

Suite Española no. 1 vs Masquerade Suite

Lieutenant Kije Suite vs Peer Gynt Suite no. 1

A Time There Was vs Papillons Suite

Violin Partita no. 2 vs Jazz Suite no. 2

The Gadfly Suite vs Suite for Recorder and Strings

Keyboard Partita no. 2 vs Appalachian Spring

The Planets Suite vs Bye

The top right:

Suite from Hamlet vs Bye

English Folk Song Suite vs Mother Goose Suite

Orchestral Suite no. 3 in D vs St Paul's Suite

The Firebird Suite vs Symphonic Dances

Romeo and Juliet Suite No. 2 vs Dance Suite

Giselle Ballet Suite vs Keyboard Partita no. 6

First Suite in E-flat for Military Band vs Magnificant in Bb Major

The Nutcracker Suite vs Violin Partita no. 3

The bottom right:

Peter and the Wolf vs Bye

Má Vlast vs Swan Lake Suite

Scheherazade vs The Carnival of the Animals

Petrushka Suite vs Danish Folk Music Suite

Mountain Roads vs Second Suite in F for Military Band

Dances in the Canebrakes vs A Moorside Suite

Daphnis et Chloe Suite no. 2 vs L’Arlésienne Suite no. 2

Capriccio Espagnol vs Bye

Please note all of these matches (including byes) were randomly allocated using a random number generator and I will not be making any changes. I will post 1 poll per day starting from 12:00 am GMT time on the 1st of December (in 24 hours time at time of posting), with each poll lasting for a week to give everyone time to listen to each submission.

#classical music suites bracket #classical music #round 1 draw #polls starting soon

[idlerin]

LOVE SICK PLAYLIST

series masterlist | spotify link

a/n — listen to my awesome music taste jk (but real) anw same as nonsense may or may not contribute to the plot! depends on my mood (swings)

1. love sick - beach bunny

2. campus - vampire weekend

3. cupid - fifty fifty

4. it’s you - max, keshi

5. fallen - lola amour

6. love countdown - nayeon, wonstein

7. uhaw - dilaw

8. i can’t say bye no more - smoovlee

9. jasmine - dpr live

10. love ur name - michelle

11. watermelon - jeon somi

12. i don’t understand but i luv u - seventeen

13. bags - clairo

14. goodnight n go - ariana grande

15. ribs - lorde

16. isip - healy after dark

17. mona lisa - dominic fike

18. aphrodite - the ridleys

19. in the dark - camila cabello

20. take a chance with me - niki

21. rocket science - vaultboy

22. strawberry soju - jesse barrera, albert posis, michael carreon

23. stardust - tinyumbrellas

24. cherry red - hnata, lydia ganada

25. darl+ing - seventeen

26. no blueberries - dpr ian, dpr live, cl

27. gusto - zack tabudlo ft. al james

28. romcom - rob deniel

29. gusto with ya - deny

30. butterflies - denise julia

31. lackin’ - denise julia

32. bahala na - kenaniah

33. paraiso - one click straight

34. sabik - deny, arthur nery

35. sa’yo (ang mundo) - nameless kids

36. lovesick girls - blackpink

37. i can see you - taylor swift

38. supernatural - ariana grande

39. mata sa mata - 7th

40. peach eyes - wave to earth

41. see you later - the band camino

42. paradise - chase atlantic

love sick ! a suna rintarou social media au

synopsis. cupid! calling cupid! as the resident matchmaker slash hopeless romantic of tokyo university, you are the person people for look to get love advice or to set them up with the love of their lives. when suna rintarou comes to you asking for the opposite, to help fend people away from trying to get with him, to the extremes of even asking to fake date you, you couldn't refuse! mostly because you did owe him since he was on the receiving end of a bunch of your clients’ unsuccessful love efforts (hey, you do warn them your matchmaking only has a 62.3% success rate).

#haikyuu smau #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintarou #haikyuu fluff #hq #haikyuu x you #suna rintarou x you #— lovesick.

[rivetgoth]

Tbh I think one aspect of goth club environments that I find a bit frustrating, though generally keep to myself/my close circles who know I'm not coming at this from some massively judgmental angle but more passive observation and ultimately minor grievance, is that I think there's two pretty distinct camps in most of them where Camp 1 is "people who love goth [or otherwise dark alternative] music who want to hear it played loudly and dance while socializing with other individuals who love this music as much as them," and Camp 2 is "people who are weirdos and freaks [affectionate] who wanted to find a place where they could express themselves comfortably and safely and meet other weirdos and freaks." And these aren't completely separate spheres, but the two circles of this Venn diagram are not nearly as overlapping as you would think.

I consider myself first and foremost Camp 1 as the one and only reason I became goth and began participating in this community was the love of the music, the music has kept me alive and shaped me into the person I am today, the reason I go out to these events is for the music, and every close friend I've made in this scene has been through the love of the music, but I don't have any negative feelings towards Camp 2 and I relate to them in many ways as well. I think goth clubs are fantastic accepting spaces for queer people, kinky and sex posi people, autistic and other neurodivergent people, and people who otherwise just do not fit into the norm, whether it be due to something outside of their control or just having Weird Person Interests that have gotten them kinda stigmatized by wider society. I totally found solace in the goth scene due to being a lot of those things myself. But I still connect first and foremost with the people who love the music. That is THE THING that has kept me going. While when it comes to the exclusively Camp 2 people, a loooot of them kind of come out to these spaces specifically to be amongst other likeminded individuals and feel accepted for their weirdness, and the music is practically, just, like, incidental lol. Ironically they don't necessarily realize how much of the reason that these spaces ARE historically safe for them is due to what the music itself, the musicians making it, and the fans of the music have stood for.

The thing is I don't really think anything needs to be "done about this" or whatever, I hesitate to call it a problem at all, firstly I think that the dark alternative scene SHOULD be a safe space for individuals who exist outside of the norm and I don't think they should need to pass some sort of knowledge test in order to gain entry to these spaces, second of all I think many of them over time do come to love the music, even just by being around it enough to develop positive association, and third I think that supporting these spaces with physical bodies, generating financial revenue, etc is the best way of keeping them alive so ultimately it doesn't really matter how much or how little they know if they're showing up and materially supporting the scene. But I do think it's like... person to person, a little sad, I guess, that the dark alternative scene is so muddled with just the general broad category of humans that is "people who are weird and don't fit the norm" that it's kinda difficult to find people who are there because they love the music and a lot of the people who I get excited to connect with because they're openly trans or something reveal quite quickly they don't really listen to any of the bands I'm there to hear, they just heard from a friend who heard from a friend that you can meet other cool queer people and be GNC safely there. And that's great! It really is. But I do wish that the people who were going to these spaces without knowing much about the music would spend some time exploring it. I think they'd probably find a lot to love about it honestly.

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▪︎I'm 18 years old

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▪︎Pronounces are she/her

▪︎I love Music since I was little and Writing since 2020

▪︎I'm from Germany. But I can speak English and also a bit korean

▪︎You can call me Sunny or if you want by a nickname but please chat with me first if you want to call me by a nickname so that I know and accept it💜

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✨ᗰY ᖴᗩᐯOᖇITE...~✨

~Series~

▪︎Heartstopper

▪︎Cobra Kai

▪︎Supernatural

▪︎Shadowhunters

▪︎Shadow and bone

▪︎Good Omens

▪︎Vampire diaries

▪︎Teen Wolf

▪︎Loki

~Films~

▪︎Blue beetle

▪︎The hating game

▪︎Dr. Strange

▪︎Red white and Royal blue

▪︎Venom

▪︎Vampire Academy

▪︎Free Guy

▪︎Elemental

▪︎Tangled

▪︎Anything with Star Wars hehe :3

•Lord of the rings/the hobbit

•harry potter

~K-pop band's~

▪︎Seventeen

▪︎Stray Kids

▪︎Xdinary heroes

▪︎Nct (All units. But my favorite unit is Nct dream)

▪︎Ateez

▪︎Oneus

▪︎Enhypen

▪︎P1harmony

▪︎The boyz

▪︎Monsta X

▪︎Sf9

▪︎Super Junior

▪︎Txt

And a lot more ✨️

~Non K-pop bands and Singers~

▪︎5 seconds of Summer

▪︎One direction (even if their not a group anymore)

▪︎Wincent Weiss (is a German Singer)

▪︎Ava Max

▪︎Pentatonix

▪︎Abba

▪︎Alvaro Soler

▪︎Backstreet Boys

▪︎Bon Jovi

▪︎Dua Lipa

▪︎Green Day

▪︎Jonas brothers

~Actors~

▪︎Ewan Mcgregor

▪︎Robert Downey Jr

▪︎Chris Evans/Hemsworth/Prat/Pine

▪︎Sebastian Stan

▪︎Tom Holland/Hardy/hiddleston

▪︎Tyler hoechlin/Posy

▪︎Owen Wilson

▪︎Mads Mikkelsen

▪︎Oscar Isaac

▪︎Ben Barnes

▪︎Ryan Gosling/Reynolds

▪︎Benedict Cumberbatch

▪︎Harrison Ford

▪︎Henry cavill

▪︎Inaki godoy

▪︎Taz skylar

▪︎Hayden christensen

And a loooooooot more🙈

~Vtubers~

▪︎Senz

▪︎Luxiem

▪︎Noctyx

▪︎Xsoeil

▪︎Tempus

▪︎Krisis

▪︎Avallum

▪︎Iluna

Literally all out of Nijisanji En and Holostars🙈

▪︎Invicta

▪︎Riikami

▪︎AndySSJ

▪︎Kenji

And a lot more ✨️

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📌ᕼOᗷᗷY'S

▪︎Writing Story's/Fics

▪︎I work as Volunteering with kids and it's so much fun hehe :3

▪︎Singing

▪︎Drawing

▪︎Listening to Music ofc ^-^

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▪︎I'm in the Tickle Comunity even if I don't know exactly if I'm ticklish. Weird right?

▪︎I love Autum/Spring

▪︎I love History. In school and privately

▪︎I don't have many friends but the friends I have are permanent <3

▪︎I love Asmr

▪︎I love working as a volunteer

▪︎More of a night owl <3

▪︎Cat person

▪︎Addiction for Ice tea

▪︎book worm

▪︎I am REALLY Shy when it comes to meet new people

▪︎I'm insecure about literally everything about myself

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🖋ᖴOᖇ ᗯᕼᗩT/ᗯᕼOᗰ ᗪO I ᗯᖇITE ᖴIᑕ'S?

▪︎Literally everything and everyone I wrote above in: Kpop bands, Films (exept Elemental and Tangled), Series and actors.

▪︎If you want that I write for someone or a band/film/series that I didn't wrote because I forgot it, then you can chat with me privately. I'm a nice person. So don't be shy🫶🏻 ▪︎I don't write for Non kpop bands (Maby 5 seconds of Summer but let me think about that)

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📎TᗩG'S ▪︎#Sunny rants (Thoughts of me)

▪︎#Sunny challenges (Challenges I start)

▪︎#Random (things what are so random of me)

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