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poisoned-peppermint · 3 years

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Part 4 of incorrect quotes because i feel obligated to make more due to the sheer number of people who liked it

Dream: My dearest beloved fuckos, is a fun, gender-neutral way to begin a speech

George: See also, esteemed bastards

Bad: Gentlefolk, Ferals, and Domesticated cryptids.

Sapnap: My fellow yees and haws

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Techno:Hey I know skyrim is revered as a classic but are we just going to ignore the fact that the entire game only had like 3 voice actors

Wilbur:Stop right there criminal cum

Techno:My ancestors are smiling at me, bastard, can you say the same

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Foolish:When's your bedtime :)

Purpled: Whenever I next collapse in purely up to the gods

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Ranboo:Human skin is a fursuit for skeletons

Tubbo: i’m going to debone you like a fucking trout

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Bad:You’re enough

Bad: love yourself!!!!!!! or suffer my wrath!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dream:And by wrath I mean love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bad:no I mean wrath!!!!! You reading this, if you don't love yourself I’ll beat you with a stick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Bad:I hope everyone is today well! And tomorrow!!!! After that you’re on your own.

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Bad:what am I supposed to do all day while you’re at work

Skeppy:I don’t know, what do you normally do while I’m gone

Bad: wait for you to get back

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Velvet:For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5am on the day I can sleep in

Ant:Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.

Velvet:Early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch

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Tubbo: 3:23 AM make a wish

Ranboo: I wish that you would go to sleep

Tuddo: Yeah well I wish I grew an inch taller every day as you get an inch shorter until you’re as flat as as a piece of paper and I’m 11 feet tall

Ranboo: You’re going to die of a mixture of skeletal instability and heart disease.

Tubbo: Yeah but I’ll look good while doing it.

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Bad:Disrespect me again and I’ll determine your bodies resonant frequency and play a jaunty horn solo that boils your miserable organs inside out

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Quackity: If I were dating you? Well, heh. Let’s just say horses wouldn't be called horses anymore

Karl: hey what the honk does this mean…..I’m shaking what does this mean!

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Skeppy: Are you ok?

Bad wrapped in a burrito blanket drinking his 6th cup of coffee: Yes, this is exactly what mental stability looks like

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Sam: My hands are cold

Ponk: *holds their hands*

Ponk: better?

Sam: My lips are cold too

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George at dream’s funeral: can I have a moment alone with them?

Sapnap: of course *leaves*

George leaning over dream’s casket: Now listen, I know you’re not dead.

Dream: yeah no shit

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Skeppy, jokingly: I should have Bad kill you for that.

Bad, peering around the corner: Who do I need to kill?

Skeppy: Wh- no, I was just kidding around.

Bad, pulling out a switchblade: No, who’s bothering you

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Bad *watching the news*: Some idiot tried to fight a squid at the aquarium.

Skeppy *covered in ink*: Maybe the squirt was being a dick.

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Peacock: *spreads feathers at Bad*

Skeppy: It’s trying to attract a mate

Bad, extremely confused: *shyly lifts top*

Skeppy: No!

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Sapnap: Karl, do you eat olives? My dad wants to know

Karl: No, I hate olives. Olives are the spawn of satan. I hate olives so much my mom forced me to live in Mount olive for the rest of my childhood as a curse from the olive gods. Do you understand how much olives have ruined my life? I'm so offended that you asked me that have some consideration for people who have been abused by olives please!

Sapnap: K A R L ……….they’re just olives!!?

Karl: JUST OLIVES EXCUSE!

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Tommy: If you’re bored you can simply close your eyes and rotate a cow in your mind. It’s free and the cops can’t stop you

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Wilbur: is there anyone even named sheldon irl?

Tubbo: my class turtle from 6th grade :)

Wilbur: that’s a turtle

Tubbo: When god sings with his creations, will a turtle not be part of the choir?

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Ranboo: No bcuz why do ppl like salad?? What’s so good about it

Tubbo: chew leaf like god intended

Ranboo: No

Tubbo: Abandon god and see what he does next time you lift your hands in prayer

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Tommy: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly.

Wilbur, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

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Quackity: So according to the cease and desist order I got, apparently you can’t ‘legally’ be a lawyer if your license is ‘cut out of a cereal box’.

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Puffy: If you had too, what would you give up food or sex?

Bad: Sex.

Skeppy: Seriously, answer faster.

Bad: I’m sorry honey, when they said sex I wasn’t thinking about sex with you.

Skeppy: It’s like a giant hug.

Puffy: Ant, what about you? What would you give up sex or food?

Ant: Food.

Puffy: Okay, how about sex or dinosaurs?

Ant: ……...Oh my God it’s like the movie Sophie’s Choice.

Gumi: What about you Velvet? What would you give up sex or food?

Velvet: Oh… um… I don’t know, it’s too hard.

Gumi: No, you gotta pick one.

Velvet: Um, food… no, sex… no, food…sex… food. Ugh! I don’t know! I want both! I- I want Antfrost on bread!

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Tommy, holding a gun: If the conspiracies about life being a simulation are true WHOEVERS CONTROLLING MY SIM I JUST WANNA TALK.

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Bad: Why are you guys acting like this?

Boomer: Oh, we’re not acting. We really are like this.

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Techno: Dream has only knocked me out three times this week. Our friendship is really developing.

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Tommy: You’re pathetic!

Wilbur: You’re pathetic-er!

Techno: You’re both losers.

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Bad: I wish I could help you, but I shorn’t.

Skeppy: Bad, please!

Bad: What part of shorn’t don’t you understand?

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Tubbo: Why did you leave Wrestlemania on for Michal?

Ranboo: They need to learn how to protect us.

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Antfrost: I regret getting dragged into your heterosexual tomfoolery.

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Bad: Strawberry milk doesn’t taste like strawberry OR milk.

Skeppy: Go the fuck to sleep Bad!

Bad: LANGUAGE!!

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Ranboo: Tubbo, please calm down.

Tubbo: I asked for two large fries!

Tubbo: *dumps fries onto table*

Tubbo: But all they did was give me a MILLION FUCKING LITTLE ONES!

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Bad: That was the worst throw ever. Of all time.

Skeppy: Not my fault. Somebody put a wall in the way.

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Wilbur: When you’ve been on the internet for as long as I have, you develop thick skin.

Tommy: Navy blue isn’t your color.

Wilbur: Navy blue brings out my eyes you prick! *Chases after Tommy*

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Bad: *Pulls a glass a water from out of nowhere*

Puffy: Where did you get that?.

Bad: My pocket.

Puffy: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket?

Bad: Skills.

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Tubbo: I will come to your house after work and knock on your window at 11 AM. You will not open the curtains, knowing full well what awaits you, but the knocking only grows louder, more demanding. Finally it stops, your ears ringing. You nervously let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You're safe now. Minutes pass by and you start to relax. And then you hear a knock at the front door. Like before, you stay still and clutch the blankets around you. You try to tell your self that it's just your imagination. Maybe the milk man? But why would he come so late? Everyone else was asleep, save for Naomi who was playing video games down stairs. To your relief, the knocking stops after a few. Minutes and you breath easy once more. Until you hear a knock on your bedroom door. You don't move. It's just your imagination. She isn't here. She can't be here. You tell yourself, shutting your eyes and willing yourself to sleep. The knock comes again, but with horror you realize that it came from the closet inside your room. You know that you have no choice. You get up, climbing out of bed with shaking limbs. You walk to the closest, trembling, and holding back the tears threatening to spill over your porcelain cheeks. You hesitate with your hand over the closet handle. Maybe it's just your imagination? She's not really there. You can go to sleep and laugh it off in the morning. Your naive thoughts are cut off by another, more demanding knock on the closet door, inches from your face. You know what you have to do. You open the closet door, and there she stands. Chuck e cheese, the mouse looms over you in the dim light. It's soulless eyes boor into you. It raises its arms, and you flinch as it begins to floss at lightning speed. Tears spill over your cheeks. This is the last thing you'll ever see.

Ranboo: Wait, Chuck e cheese’s pronouns are she/her? Trans Chuck e cheese? Good for her.

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Bad: Would you like something to drink? *They opened the fridge* We have water, milk, juice, spiders, Dr. Pepper-

Quackity: Spiders?

Bad: Spiders it is then.

Quackity: No, that wasn’t-

*But they were already pouring him a brimming glass of spiders…

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Puffy : Make her pussy wet not her eyes.

Velvet : Make his dick hard not his life.

Punz : Break her bed not her heart.

Skeppy : Play with his boobs not his feelings.

Ant : Get on his dick not his nerves.

Bad : Always salt your pasta while boiling it.

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Wilbur: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons!

Tommy: Bet you I can!

Phil: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper*

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Ant: We need a way to lure in new customers?

Ponk: Maybe we could have some fun, interactive events!

Skeppy: Badboyhalo bath water.

Bad: ABSOLUTELY NOT!

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Fundy: GET BACK HERE YOU DUMB FUCK!

Wilbur: LET ME RUN FROM THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS!

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Bad: Mint is just cold spicy.

Pummel party Squad: …

Gumi: What the actual fuck is wrong with you.

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Quackity: Isn’t it amazing how I can feel so bad and still look so good?

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Tommy: Why does my arm shake and turn bright red when I’m eating dirt?

Phil:

Phil: Why are you eating dirt?

Tommy: Did I ask you if I should eat dirt? No, so answer my question.

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Tubbo: I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies.

Quackity: You’re too young to have enemies.

Tubbo: You don’t even know.

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Skeppy: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?

Puffy: What’s up your ass this morning!

Bad: *walks in* …Hi!!

Puffy: Hmm… nevermind.

Skeppy: WAIT NO!

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Skeppy: Ha! Don’t you know the trappers trap can trap the trapper?

Skeppy: I must be losing it, I’m quoting Bad.

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Skeppy: Bad, I sense hostility.

Bad: Good, because I hate you

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Bad: Are you a painting?

Skeppy: What-?

Bad: Because I want to pin you to a wall.

Skeppy: OH GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YOU WANTED TO HANG ME OR SOMETHING-

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Tommy: You’re giving me a sticker?

Phil: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”

Tommy: I’m not a preschooler.

Phil: Fine, I’ll take it back-

Tommy: I earned this, back off!

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Dream, sweating: George, there’s something I need to ask you-

George: Finally! You’re proposing!

Dream: How’d you know?

George: Dream, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

George: I even picked it up once

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*Bad and Skeppy looking at a locked gate into a park*

Bad: Aw. :(

Skeppy: You know what they say.

Bad: Please don’t-

Skeppy: BE GAY DO CRIME! *hops gate*

Bad: Frick-

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let me know if ya’ll want more <3

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s1utspeare · 3 years

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Get To Know Me!

@foxofninetales tagged me in this ask game and since I LOVE HER i will now be doing it (i mean i’d do it anyway but now it will be filled with love for FOX i am not accepting CRITICISM ON THIS POINT)

Part I

name: Brigid! I’m named after the Irish goddess of like, poetry, healing, smithcraft, and protection, or the Irish saint (they’re both pretty similar it’s just whether or not you’re talking about Celtic religion or Catholicism). She’s very cool, and I think it’s a very fitting name for who I turned out to be!

pronouns: she/her

star sign: i’m an insufferable theatre kid of course I’m a Leo

height: 5'8″ babeeeyyy (172 cm). I’m not short like, at all, but all of my family members are over six foot, so I’m like. tiny in comparison. they all make fun of me all the time for it :(

time: 8:49pm! A delightful time of evening!!!

birthday: July 31st, same day as Harry Potter lol.

nationality: american :P

fave bands/groups/solo artists: hnnnngggghhhh why would u ask me this I don’t KNOW jk i just have a lot uhhhhh all time faves would be Bastille and Mumford and Sons, but I’m SUPER into kpop right now, so my top groups are BTS, Stray Kids, and One OK Rock (who are technically jpop but I really like their stuff). I also am a Broadway BITCH (hello, theatre kid) so before this year all of my Spotify library was basically just show tunes.

song stuck in your head: Get Away by VeriVery. I think they’re a pretty new group? idk i saw them on one of those tumblr promotional things and checked out the music video which is like??? really interesting conceptually? so I’ve just been listening to the song for a while lol.

last movie you watched: Train to Busan! I’m gearing up to write a dmbj zombie apocalypse AU and so I was like “this is a popular zombie film! I’ll watch it for inspiration! :)” holy shit. holy shit i was so wrong. It’s one of the most viscerally affecting films I think I’ve ever seen, I was like. On the verge of an anxiety attack the entire time but in like the best possible way?? it’s a mastery of character introduction and action/horror and I cried for like the last ten minutes straight. SO affecting. I do NOT RECOMMEND IT if u are already made anxious by zombie apocalypse scenarios, blood, violence, and a Lot of Death.

last show you binged: hmmm uh like I’m currently watching Mystic Nine but at like a normal pace, so the last show I probably binge watched was maybeeee The Uncanny Counter on Netflix? HIGHLY recommend that one, I made @cross-d-a watch it and I’m living for her liveblog reactions lmao. Idk most of my free time has been spent writing the past few months which. After months of only having the energy to watch shows is kind of really invigorating? the things u can do when u fix ur health I’ll tell you what

when you created your blog: in 2012 asldighalsdkfjladskjga i came on here to like burdge’s pjo fanart :)

the last thing you googled: "is it bad not to have an air cap on your tire” ALSDIGHALKDFJLADFJA FUCK ME (i learned that it’s not necessarily bad but it can get dirt and stuff built up in there so I went to the store after work today and replaced it)

other blogs: everything is here bc i am too lazy to create a sideblog! so sorry to everyone who does not follow me for cdrama content bc this is all I am now.

why i chose my url: cause it’s my ao3 username and i wanted people to be able to find me more easily on tumblr! :) the long answer is because i love shakespeare and also i think that slut is a really funny word and concept for me especially because i am one of the most sexless people u will ever meet in ur life so slutspeare is like. an aggressively ace joke that only I think is funny.

how many people are you following: 588

how many followers do you have: ah just over 200?!??!!? which is like. a lot for me. I think it was like 75 up until like last year omg

average hours of sleep: my sleep app says I average around eight! which is very good for me! I do have to get enough sleep consistently or I will Have A Bad Time so my sleep schedule is pretty good and luckily I don’t have the Insomnia depression I have the Sleep Lots one which I am glad for bc idk what I’d do if I couldn’t Be Unconscious regularly. Die probably.

lucky numbers: I don’t think I have lucky numbers?? my favorite number is 21 for no reason other than the vibes alone.

instruments: i’ve played the piano for uhhhh.... eighteen years now? and I can play the ukulele and am surprisingly good with the recorder since I’ve had to play it in Multiple Theatre Performances. I was also an honor choir singer back in high school so I’ve done a lot of select ensemble stuff which was super fun!

what i'm currently wearing: a Life Is Good long-sleeved t-shirt that says “Not All Who Wander Are Lost” that I got in a military surplus store like a million years ago and red Adidas athletic shorts that I found at the thrift store a couple weeks back

dream job: playwright! I just wanna be a playwright! playwriting is like drugs i literally go nuts for it

dream trip: I don’t know??? I don’t really like traveling tbh aslidhalkfdj umm I do want to see the grand canyon sometime before I die tho so maybe a road trip down there? I definitely like traveling solo so I’d probably just hang out with myself and drive and go to whatever places I want and see dumb tourist attractions and sing loudly in the car

fave food: CURRY i know i said eggs the last time it asked me this but I miss my local Indian restaurant I want to eat literal Platefuls of tikka masala at 12pm at the Indian buffet after my physics class again :(

top three fictional universe you'd like to live in: hmmm i don’t know, actually! probably one where I have Powers and could do Cool Hand Motions and make Lights Appear. If I were anywhere with like. An Actual World-Dooming problem tho I would not be helpful at all. I would just die. Besides, I already live in fictional universes half the time, I’m a writer!

Part II

last song: Basquiat by Pentagon! The music video is like. Very whumpy. So if you’re into that... the song’s also a bop

last stream: i don't watch streams very often, I just watch clips from them, cause those usually just give the best parts lol

currently reading: mmmmmbbbaaaaahhhhh literally nothing? I’m trying to get caught up on the backlog of dmbj fic I haven’t gotten around to so Binding by @vishcount is next on that list! oh I guess I’m also reading Johnny Tremain with my kids (one of them SPOILED THE END and I forgot how it ended and now I’m big sad).

currently watching: Mystic Niiiiinnnneeeeee! love those gay history bitches. everyone in that show is so funny. I just finished the Fuba Side Plot tho and now we’re back to Politics so i’m like >:( someone give zhang baby rishan a hug (and then i write angst about him what is wrong with me)

what is antipoetry to you: antipoetry??? what the heck is antipoetry hold on... uhhhh that’s just poetry. who came up with this term. i guess like lyrical fiction would be the technical correct definition but idk I consider anything to be poetry! like that’s the whole point! poetry is poetry is poetry as long as it’s focused on intensity and emotions it’s poetry! a haiku? poetry. the random one-lined mess of words on my phone? poetry. a literal drawing of a cardinal with the word “bird” written next to it? poetry. idk I’ve been trying to teach my kids that there are no wrong ways to write creatively; if you’re expressing yourself and making emotions, then you’re writing! also like half of my work could be considered antipoetry lmao. I love emotionally supercharging the mundane.

currently craving: i have noooo ideaaaasssss i’m literally just vibing. uh. water? ok i took care of that one my water bottle was right next to me.

AH IF YOU READ THIS MUCH THANK YOU???? i love u

uhhhh no pressure tags for @xia-xueyi, @nope4ever, @bookjoyworm, @elletromil, and @gaiahenshin, as well as anyone else who would like to give the full-rundown on themselves! :D

#ask tag #about me #Brigid's Fox #asldighalsdkfj i thought cross' tag was very funny so i've decided that's my foxofninetales tag from now on #because i love her

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loverdrew · 4 years

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Promise, You Won’t Fall In Love With Me

He never knew love. He never understood relationships. He never imagined his life after high school or outside of his fame. She was the opposite. She deeply loved her family, she had ambition, intelligence and drive. They were the complete opposite, but together, they wouldn’t know what to do without each other.

Inspired by the movie A Walk To Remember.

Senior year. The year all the students turn 18, throw the wildest parties, the lifelong dreams of getting acceptance letters from their dream college. However, the Ethan Dolan didn’t have to worry about that one bit. He already had a future. He would continue making video comedy content online for his millions of girl fans that adored his soft eyes and bright smile. After this year he would move to California to pursue even bigger dreams, leaving his heart in New Jersey.

The hallways and outside the school yard filled with laughter, hugs, girls wearing close to nothing, and the guys drooling over them. Ethan walked in holding his football, jersey on full display, taking in the last first day of any schooling he’d ever get.

“My boys!” One of his friends, Jason, exclaimed. He hugged both Grayson and Ethan and put both arms around them walking into school. “This going to be the best year yet?”

“Oh you know it! The parties, the easy classes, the girls!” Grayson rubbed his hands together and laughed.

Ethan’s laughed along with his friends walking into the building, when the most unexpected girl caught his eye at her locker. It was Y/N. He had known her since kindergarten, she always wore the same type of outfit: a pastel skirt to her knees and a blouse with the same beige knitted sweater. Her hair always out of her face either in a ponytail or behind her ears, and she wore a brown shoulder bag to carry her books. They never particularly talked or even hung out together, but he somehow knew everything superficial about her. She never paid him any attention, except in class when he tried to be disruptive on purpose. He weirdly wished she would pay attention then. But he’s hooked up with prettier girls than her, so she wasn’t one to be upset over, right?

“Ethan Dolan, to the principals office. Ethan Grant Dolan, please come to the principals office.” They all heard, even Y/N. Their eyes met for a split second, before she closed her locker and headed to home period.

“Damn dude, trouble on the first day?” Jason joked.

“Shut up man. You know I’m the model student.” He smirked, shaking hands with his friends before headed to the office, which happened to be right across from Y/N’s home period, not like he noticed. He swiftly walked into the office and sat in the chair in front of principle Henderson, who closed the door with a stern look on his face.

“Ethan, what did I tell you about getting into trouble again.” He crossed his arms.

“Principle Henderson, I don’t know what you mean but I have been an angel since last semester, haven’t I?” He flashed that boyish smile of his that got him out of every situation, just not this one.

The principle proceeds to pull out 5 beer bottles and 2 bitter nubs of used joints. Ethan stiffened, his mouth running dry.

“I have no idea what those are.” He said quietly.

“Cut the act Dolan. Along with drinking and smoking on school property, you’re on the verge of not graduating. You have a combined GPA of 2.3. You need at least a 2.9 to graduate. Now I could expel you and kick you off the football team now...” Ethan begins to worry sit up straight, trying not to believe this could be true. “But I won’t.” Ethan looked up at him with a big sigh, eyes falling shut.

“Thank you, thank you so much Mr.Henderson I promise I’ll be even better-”

“You didn’t let me finish. Instead of doing all that, you’re going to be doing something for me. You will get a tutor which I will assign to you, and you’ll be spending time after school participating in our schools fall play.”

“Oh cmon Mr. Henderson you can’t be serious. I can’t act, at all.”

“You acted like you didn’t know where that bottle came from. And now you’ll act as the prince in our schools production of Beauty and the Beast.” Ethan struggled with the principles decisions, but if he didn’t do it he would’ve been destroyed having to give up his friends and football.

“When do rehearsals start.” He said plainly.

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At lunch, instead of being in the lunchroom with his group of friends laughing and being dorks together, he was stuck in the library for the next 45 minutes, waiting for whoever his new tutor is. He tapped his pencil impatiently. All he had to do was pass English and Government/Economics with at least a 75% and he’d be golden, but even he didn’t know how he could manage that. He looked around, and heard the library door open in front of him, revealing the golden eyed girl walking in with such ease. Her eyes found his and slightly pulled at her bag strings nervously. He sighed in disbelief, of course the girl with straight A’s, captain of the science club and the church singer was his tutor.

“Hi Ethan. I’m Y/N, your tutor for this semester.” She said in a soft voice just above a whisper. “Today we’re just going over basics explained in the syllabus but it won’t take long, maybe 25 minutes so you’ll be able to run off with your friends.” She took a seat in front of him, opening up the Government textbook and her notebook with the classes syllabus laid out.

“I don’t need you to do me any favors okay, I just need to pass. I would think you’d want me here considering Ms. I’m-so-holy doesn’t have many friends.” He spat at her. Partially because he felt embarrassed, partially because he didn’t want to give her any impression that he in any way cared about her. It didn’t even phase her, being that her whole life was filled with constant ridicule and bullying. She stayed calm amidst his venomous words.

“The teachers are my friends, my church choir are my friends, my father is my friend. Please don’t pretend like you know me, Ethan. You haven’t even spoken to me ever.”

“But I’ve been going to school with you and living in the same neighborhood as you since we were 5. Your father is a prodigious doctor that always goes to church to watch you sing. You’ve lived in the same white house with the pink flowers surrounding the white painted porch. You always wear pastel colors because you like to be girly but don’t want attention. You started putting your hand back in middle school because it always got in your face when you were studying. I know you Y/N. Don’t act like you don’t know me either.”

“I know you Ethan. Which means I know you’re capable of doing greater things than being the stereotypical jock. You’re successful and talented and smart, learn to use it. Now let’s get started.” She said without even looking at him, and staring daggers into her book.

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After school, Ethan trudged his way to the schools theatre, where everyone would be meeting up for the parts and the production of the play. No surprise that Y/N was there, script in hand near the piano, while someone playing ‘Beauty and the Beast’, and she hummed along. The stage lights somehow made her skin shine brighter, and her hair glisten. He scoffed, and sat in the 3rd row, seeing all of the theatre nerds gather with smiling faces ready to start production.

“Alright everyone settle down. We are going to cast roles right now so listen up!” Ms. Davida clapped her hands and stood in front of the stage.

“For the role of Lumiere and Cogsworth, Louis and Jeremy! Mrs. Potts goes to Claira, Gaston goes to Derrick, Belle goes to of course, Y/N, and The Beast is played by the newest member to theatre Mr. Ethan Dolan.” Ethan knew he would get the lead, but Y/N did not. Her eyes spread wide, whites fully visible as her grip on her script tightened just slightly, the realization that she’d have to play his princess. She could barely handle his demeanor during tutoring, but in something that she loves to do she would only hope he wouldn’t ruin it for her.

“Opening night is in exactly 3 months just before Christmas break, so that means you’ll all need to work hard and together to make this production amazing but I believe in you all. So let’s get right to it! Ethan, Y/N on the stage please we will be starting with the scene when Belle and the Beast argue, right after he saves her from the wolves. Feel the anger, feel the frustration.” She had that typical musical theatre teacher ‘passion voice’, really trying to emphasize the feelings within the scene. Ethan couldn’t take her seriously, laughing as he jumped onto stage and grabbing ahold of a script.

“Y/N, you start and pretend that you’re cleaning up his wound.”

Y/N slightly rolled her eyes and put her hand out signaling Ethan to give her his arm. He sighed and slammed his arm into her palm, she then yanked it closer to her not caring if it hurt him, and pretended with her other hand to be patting it.

“If you’d hold still it wouldn’t hurt it as much!” She yelled her first line. Ethan could tell some of that frustration was real. So he decided to do the same.

“Well if you wouldn’t have run away, this wouldn’t have happened!”

“If you wouldn’t have frightened me I wouldn’t have run away!”

“Well you shouldn’t have been in the West Wing!”

“Well you should learn to control your temper.” She said plainly, as if it was an actual piece of advice.

“Now hold still. This might sting a little.” In the script it says for Ethan to wince in pain, so he did, just not well at all. It was forced, and painfully bad to watch his face squint uncomfortably. Y/N sighed, turning to the teacher.

“Ms. Davida he needs to take this seriously, some of us really want this play to go well.”

“I don’t even want to be here, I was forced to join the play, I could’ve gone my entire life without acting in a play.”

“Then leave.” She stepped forward in his face, quickly walking away towards backstage to get some air. He made her so angry. His cocky attitude, his rude tone of voice, the way he could get under her skin over and over again yet she still wanted to see good in him because she truly believed he had some left. Ethan looked off with a surprised face to see all the cast looking at him, and the principle standing at the edge of the theatre, arms crossed. He got nervous, making his way backstage to catch Y/N drinking some water.

“Y/N, hey Y/N, please listen to me.” He grabbed her hand but she angrily pulled it back.

“What.”

“Help me okay. I’m sorry, I really need to do great in this play or else I get expelled. I’m sorry for being so mean and always in your face. I just-this is all new to me.”

“Being nice to someone trying to genuinely help you is ‘new to you’?” she used air quotes, rolling her eyes taking another sip of water.

“No, trying new things. Trying to be good. I’ve always acted tough on purpose because I thought that’s how it should be. People give you more respect.”

“Your act only works on an audience.” Y/N saw through it since first day of kindergarten when he stole her crayons and snored next to her ear during nap time to annoy her. But she paid no mind, there were more important things to worry about than a little boy.

“Ethan, if you promise me you try, like really try, in all aspects, I won’t be opposed to helping you.” She said calmly, with her normal soft voice.

“I won’t say I’ll be perfect, but I’ll do the best I can.”

“That’s all I ask.” She started walking back onto the stage where they were already rehearsing another scene, but she quickly turned back around to say one last minor detail.

“Oh yea and Ethan, one more thing. You have to promise not to fall in love with me.”

A chuckle came from his mouth as he looked her up and down.

“Without a doubt, that is a promise I can keep.”

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queencarolinemikaelson · 4 years

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We’ll Never Be Royals

Klaroline Bingo as hosted by @klaroline-events Prompt // Royals (Though, perhaps not quite the ‘Royals’ story you’re expecting! Enjoy!)

Klaus’ heart was p u m p i n g.

He didn’t think he had ever been quite as nervous as he was right in that moment. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he was nervous at anything? It was kind of his thing to be level headed and unfazed.

But apparently his cool-calm-collected persona was shattered by performing – who would have thought?

Certainly not him.

Although, he never thought in a million years he would ever actually do any performing.

Klaus had always been a behind-the-scenes, out-of-the-spotlight kind of person. Don’t get him wrong, he loved attention, but only on his terms, and definitely not when he had to sing in front of a thousand or so people.

He felt nervous beads of sweat begin to form on his brow, and a lump rise in his throat.

He couldn’t do this? He couldn’t do this!

It had honestly never meant to get this far – but he couldn’t help himself.

It all started a few months ago, when Klaus transferred from his university in the UK to Whitmore College. He was just strolling around the campus, getting a feel for the place when he had seen her.

Now, he knew he wasn’t a stalker, and it was quite the point of pride with him that he didn’t chase any of his ladies too hard. But the moment he clapped eyes on her, it was almost as if his entire being had been taken over by some external force.

She had bouncy blonde hair, and twinkling eyes. She seemed to exude a sparkle that Klaus really just wanted to blanket over him at all times.

So he had followed her. And he really had planned on just talking to her, but became far too proud at the thought – pushing against one’s own nature for a girl? Preposterous! But he followed her long enough to notice she pinned a poster up.

A poster which he casually sidled up to to read.

Auditions!

The Whitmore Whistlers are looking for Sopranos and Baritones.

When: Thursday, September 5 & Friday, September 6

Where: The Whitmore Auditorium

For an audition pack, send us a Facebook message or email us!

Klaus hadn’t really even known what the Whitmore Whistlers were, but he emailed for an audition pack anyway.

Apparently they were an a cappella singing group.

And when he’d shown up for his audition a week later, she had been there.

Caroline.

She gave him the sunniest smile he had even seen, and welcomed him in.

“The choir needs boys more than I do!” she laughed, as she introduced herself, and the rest of the audition panel.

Klaus had nervously, but quite tunefully, sung the set audition piece. And three days later he was an official member of the Whitmore Whistlers.

Fast forward a few months, and here he was, many rehearsals later waiting to sing to a crowd at the regional a cappella championship.

Why on earth had he done this again???????

“Hey, you’re gonna be great.”

A gentle hand rested itself on Klaus’ shoulder.

Oh, that’s why.

“I’m very nervous,” Klaus muttered, keeping his voice low – he was side of stage, after all.

“I can tell,” Caroline smiled. “But you don’t need to be, your voice is magic, and you’ve worked really hard to learn your part. You’re going to be wonderful.”

Klaus looked into her twinkling eyes, and he thought maybe – just maybe – the nerves were worth it.

“Y’all are up!” the stage manager whispered, commandingly. “Chookas!”

Klaus barely had a moment to register the strangeness of the word chookas before he was poked in the back to move out onto the stage.

God, his hands were shaking. Was it worth it? Was she worth this??

Caroline took her place at the very front of the group, her presence engulfing the audience. She gave the crowd a rye smile, raised her microphone to her lips, and nodded the Whistlers in with a bar of four, before she began to sing.

I’ve never seen a diamond in the flesh

I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies

Yes. She was worth it.

And I'm not proud of my address In the torn-up town, no post code envy

Her voice was so clear, so powerful.

But every song's like gold teeth, Grey Goose, trippin' in the bathroom Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room We don't care, we're driving Cadillacs in our dreams

As Klaus’ cue to begin singing came, he took a deep breath and concentrated on his own part.

But everybody's like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your time piece Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash We don't care, we aren't caught up in your love affair

As they built toward the chorus, Klaus let the euphoria of their voices and the music take the place of the nerves.

And we'll never be royals – royals It don't run in our blood That kind of lux just ain't for us We crave a different kind of buzz Let me be your ruler – ruler You can call me Queen Bee And baby I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule Let me live that fantasy

As the group began stepping to the beat, and the song continued, Klaus had a few moments beyond his body, and he was mildly bemused by his behaviour.

If one of his siblings had done something like this for a love interest, he would never let them hear the end of it.

Perhaps he owed Rebekah an apology.

His mind and body synced back up just in time to enjoy singing the final chorus.

The song drew to a close, and Caroline took one step forward, her commanding gaze somehow boring into every eye in the audience.

Let me live that fantasy.

There was a moment of silence as her voice rang out the final line of the song, before the crowd began their applause. Maybe he was being biased, but he was pretty sure it was the loudest it had been all night.

Caroline took a bow, and led the rest of the group through their bow, before leading them from the stage.

“You did it!” she said excitedly to him, as they made their way back to the greenroom. “Congratulations on your first performance!”

She squeezed his arm, and gave him that dazzling smile of hers.

“I told you, didn’t I! I said, Klaus, we’ll make a performer of you yet!”

She let out her tinkling laugh, and bounded away, to congratulate and encourage some of the other new members.

And Klaus could help but grin goofily, and think about how warm and/or fuzzy he was feeling.

It was about thirty minutes later when Caroline was trying to convince the group to get after-show drinks.

“Come on guys, the rush of performing is the best chaser to all drinks!!”

But between excuses of early morning classes the next day, the fact it was already 10pm, and the Whistlers post-regionals house party was only two days away, there wasn’t much interest.

“I’m not averse to a drink,” Klaus said, casually.

“Yes!” Caroline cried. “I have one, that’s enough! Bye guys! Text me if you decide to join!”

With that, Caroline looped her arm with Klaus’, and pulled him away from the rest of the group, beginning a cracking pace.

“Afraid I’ll change my mind, love?”

“You wouldn’t dare!” Caroline laughed, as she continued her speed. “I’m just freezing out here!”

“Would you like my coat, sweetheart?” Klaus offered, graciously. “I come from a much colder climate than this.”

“No, no, it’s okay, it’s only about a seven-minute walk away, we’ll be there soon.”

“Where is?”

Caroline just gave him a sly, side-ways smile, but didn’t reply, opting instead to happily hum Royals.

“When will we find out results?” Klaus asked, after a minute or so. “Of the championships, I mean.”

“Apparently there are too many groups to judge on one night these days, so I think tomorrow night after the second round?” Caroline said, in an unsure tone. “We’re meant to send a representative to collect the award in case we win, but I can’t be bothered doing it, and neither can the rest of the committee, so we’ll just collect the trophy if we win another time, and not waste a precious night if we don’t.”

“I see,” Klaus replied. “What happens if we –”

But he was cut off as Caroline squealed, “We’re here!”

Caroline pushed her way through the door of the little place – which looked far more like a café than a bar, in Klaus’ humble opinion – and took a seat on a squishy looking couch, immediately picking up a menu to inspect it.

“This place looks… nice… quaint,” Klaus mumbled to himself, thinking it wasn’t quite what he was expecting, given Caroline’s fervour to get there.

“Yeah, it doesn’t look impressive, but everything on the menu is so good,” Caroline said. “They do the best loaded fries I’ve ever had, but they stop doing food in like ten minutes, so hurry up and choose!”

Caroline giggled a little to herself, as she resolutely shut her menu, and looked pointedly at him. He fumbled a little with his menu, in his haste to meet Caroline’s expectations – and she was right, everything on the menu sounded delicious.

Before a couple minutes were up, their orders of two plates of loaded fries, and a pitcher of mulled wine each, were in, and for the first time that evening it was just the two of them, with nothing to do, and nowhere to be.

Klaus thought that maybe it was the first time ever that it was just the two of them, with nothing to do, and nowhere to be…

“I’m really glad you joined the Whistlers, Klaus,” Caroline said, genuinely. “You carry your part really well, and I know you’re new to the collegiate a cappella style, but you’re a natural.”

“Thank you, Caroline,” he said, slightly taken aback by just how sincere she was. “Your voice is phenomenal, and you do a spectacular job leading us.”

She smiled warmly at him, but forwent a response to pick up the drink that had just been placed in front of her.

They fell into easy conversation after that, and their one glass of mulled wine turned into two, then it was four, and both of them were feeling warm a little buzzed – and were somewhat obnoxiously testing out new harmonies for a song Caroline was arranging for the Whistlers.

“See, I wanted to do this – you sing the melody and I’ll sing the harmony,” Caroline said, before singing the line they were rehearsing. “But then I actually think I want this.”

“We sound much more like the Whitmore Wailers right now, if you ask me,” Klaus said, smirking.

“Wash your mouth out!” Caroline said in faux indignation. “I always sound perfect!”

“Repeat that mantra to yourself, if you must, love, but I know the truth.”

Her faux indignation, making way for more serious incredulity, Caroline gave him her most petulant pout, and swatted at his chest.

Feeling cocky, Klaus caught her hand with his, and kept it firmly in his grasp, levelling his flirtatious eyes at her.

Caroline’s face dropped its melodrama, and she stared into his eyes, her breath hitching a little.

He quirked an eyebrow as her, and carefully manoeuvred his hand so his fingers were laced with hers.

“Your hands are softer than I imagined,” she said absent-mindedly.

“You’ve imagined my hands?”

Caroline blushed, and looked away, but kept her hand tangled with his.

After that, the conversation, while still easy, was a lot more layered and no opportunity for entendre or flirting was missed. And when they left an hour later, in the Uber back to campus, Caroline leaned over to softly kiss him.

It was a gesture he eagerly returned, and soon their kiss was anything but merely soft.

They broke apart for just a moment to climb from the cab, and immediately their lips were attacking each other once again.

Until something seemed to click in the back of Caroline’s mind.

“Klaus, wait,” she said, pulling away from him, with a little pop.

She was a beautiful shade of flushed, and Klaus couldn’t help brushing her hair behind her ears, with both of his hands.

“Gosh, Klaus, I’ve wanted to do that for weeks but…” she said, before clapping her hand over her mouth, flustered.

“I’ve wanted to do it too, love,” he said, his voice seductively low. “You are so beautiful.”

“Thank you,” she said, staring up into his eyes.

He placed another kiss to her lips, though this one was far more chaste than the previous ones.

“I really want you to come up,” Caroline whispered, nervously chewing her lip.

“But?” he prompted.

“But I don’t think you can… my roommate… is Bonnie from the Whistlers. And I love her, but she will not approve – apparently you’re not experienced enough to be a Whistler, I actually pulled rank on her to get you in, and she accused me of only wanting you in because I thought you were hot. And if I sleep with you… she’ll just assume I let you in to… you know… she’s right… even though you definitely deserve your spot.”

Klaus nodded curtly, he had got the impression Bonnie didn’t like him.

“But maybe…” Caroline said, barely above a whisper. “Maybe, you can take me out next week?”

“Like a date?”

“Yep, like a date,” she shrugged a little. “I like you Klaus.”

“I like you too, Caroline.”

The two smiled at each other, and just held their intimate position for a couple of moments.

“But the real question is, love,” Klaus said. “How on earth will I keep my hands off you at the party this weekend?”

Caroline grinned wickedly.

“Maybe we will just have to be really careful.”

“Dare I say, we’re caught up in a love affair?”

“We’ll never be royals, Klaus,” Caroline said.

“You know, that’s not quite true, part of my family line is English nobility. My eldest brother, Finn, is something like 47th in line to the throne,” Klaus said, smugly.

“Oh my god, Klaus, you’re supposed to say ‘I’ll rule you, if you let me, or something!”

“Oh, right you are, love,” Klaus said, before clearing his throat theatrically. “I’ll rule you, if you let me.”

Caroline rolled her eyes, melodramatically, but laughed at his joke. As she turned to go, the promise of the future hopefully between them, she threw over her shoulder –

“I’ll let you live that fantasy. Night Klaus!”

“Good night, Caroline.”

Hope you like my first of only about five things for Klaroline Bingo! As I said, it’s probably not quite the Royals you were expecting, but I couldn’t help myself! hehehh I’m such a choir nerd. I used to run a choir, and I literally said to one of the people I was auditioning ‘the choir needs boys more than I do!’ lololol.

The song they’re singing is obviously Royals by Lorde!

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hqwkeyes · 5 years

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Deserving

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,611

Warnings: some angst, mentions of death and blood (some of it may be considered a tad bit graphic, I’m sorry), language (one word), fluff and soft Bucky, unedited (I’m so tired, I’m sorry)

Summary:

A/N: This is not only a request, but also a part of @softhairbarnes ’s I Love You 3000 Writing Challenge. I know I’m a day late, but I had a huge assignment to submit last night. Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this. I had fun writing it, although I did get a little darker with it than I initially intended to. I’m sorry about that, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless.

You’re watching movies with Sam and Clint in the living room when Wanda comes in to tell you that Steve and Bucky will be landing at the compound in approximately 10 minutes, as well as the fact neither have any injuries. The three of you nod and thank her for sharing the news before turning your attention back to the screen.

About 15 minutes have passed when you hear a door slam shut followed by grumbling. You flinch at the sound and look over your shoulder to find who caused it

“Hey, man, we’re glad you’re back and all, but do you have to be so loud?” Sam asks Bucky Barnes upon spotting him. Bucky ignores him, as if he hadn’t even heard him speak. He passes through like somewhat of a zombie, clearly lost in his own head as he makes his way toward his room. As soon as he exits the room, you’re on your feet.

“Where are you going?” Clint asks as you begin to walk away. When he notices that you’re exiting the room rather than heading over to the kitchen area, he calls out to you, “You’re missing the best part!”

Clint’s words fall on deaf ears as you tail Bucky. He’s got a fair amount of distance between you; every time you catch sight of him, he disappears around another corner. He takes the stairs rather than the elevator as well, likely to avoid bumping into someone. Rather than following him up multiple flights of stairs, though, you decide to take the elevator up to his floor. Just as you step off the lift, you hear another door slam.

Swiftly, you make your way down the hallway to his room. You can hear things being tossed around and overturned from a few paces away. A quiet knock on the door silences the ruckus. For a moment, there is nothing.

On the opposite side of the door, Bucky is still, and thinking of ways to tell Steve that he just wants to be alone without hurting his feelings. When he finally opens the door, his words die in his throat as his eyes fall upon you. You had followed him? How didn’t he notice that?

“Hey, are you okay?” you ask with a small yet hopeful smile.

“I- Yeah, I’m all good. Thanks, Y/N.” He begins closing the door, but you stick your hand out and stop it.

“Really? Because you’re pretty slammy for someone who’s ‘all good’.” He lets out a deep sigh, and his eyes find the floor. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He knows he doesn’t deserve your time or kindness, but your tone is too sweet for him to even think about saying no to you.

Slowly, he opens the door again and gestures for you to come in. It’s a silent response. You slip past him and he closes the door behind you, quietly this time.

“What’s on your mind, Bucky?” He takes a seat on the edge of his bed and you follow suit, taking a seat beside him.

“It’s just this last mission,” he says with a huff as he cards his fingers through his hair.

“I thought it was successful?”

“It was, but,” his voice trails off and covers his face with his hands, shaking his head. After a moment he finally speaks again, his voice muffled by his palms. “There were so many civilians. We- We tried to get them out, but there were too many of them and not enough time.” He stops again. Inhales sharply. Exhales. “There was this little girl. She was there one second, looking at me right in the eyes, and then the next second she was gone. Disappeared in a wave of smoke and bullets.” Another pause. You can tell this is difficult for him. “I could have saved her. If I just ran a few more steps, I could have saved her, but instead I took cover.” He stops for a beat, then continues, “When the smoke cleared and the gunfire ceased, I saw her, lying in a pool of blood.”

You don’t realize that you’re crying until you feel something wet on your neck, but you quickly dry your tears before Bucky can see them. You were at a loss for words. Sure, you had been on missions where civilians were killed, but this sounded pretty bad. Bucky has already seen too much death and destruction in his lifetime.

“It should have been me,” he whispers, and you're momentarily stunned.

“Don’t say that.”

“But it’s true. I could have saved her.”

“And then you would be dead.”

“Maybe it’s better off that way. I mean after all I’ve done, it’s only fair.”

“You don’t get to make that call,” you all but snap at him.

“I’ve done so many horrible things.”

“That wasn’t you, Bucky,” you say softly, a sharp contrast from your tone a moment ago. You move behind him a bit and wrap your arms around his torso, resting your chin on his left shoulder, minding the scars.

He pulls away a bit, having convinced himself that he doesn’t deserve your sympathy, your affection, but you pull him closer in response. One of your hands finds his hair, running your fingers through it in a soothing manner.

“You shouldn’t be so nice to me,” he says, his voice quiet.

“Why shouldn’t I?”

“Because I don’t deserve it.”

Dear God, how can this man think he deserves anything less than the world? you think.

“You’re a good man, Buck.” You whisper the words in his ear.

“Not good enough,” he mumbles.

“For what?”

“For you.” Two words. Just two words have his heart jumping into his throat because shit they just slipped out.

Your heart is racing, but you’re sure he couldn’t mean what you thought he did. No, he meant your friendship of course. He was wrong either way.

“That’s interesting,” you start as you mindlessly play with his hair, “because I don’t think I’m good enough for you.”

He thinks he’s must be having some sort of crazy dream right now, because there is no way those words left those lips of yours.

“That’s crazy,” he says, and he can feel you shrug in response from behind him.

“I guess we accept the love we think we deserve,” you tell him as you begin to braid his long, silky locks.

“But you deserve better than me,” he whispers, so quiet you nearly miss it.

“What if- What if I don’t want what you think is better?”

“I’m not sure what you’re saying, Y/N.”

“I’m saying,” your voice trails off into a brief pause, and then, “what if I want you?”

Bucky is silent for several moments, and you begin to worry that you’ve scared him or made him uncomfortable. You remove your hands from his hair, which is almost half braided.

He thinks over what he wants to say, as well as the million possible ways he could say it. Finally, he decides to speak up.

“I want you too, so badly, but I’m not good for you.” You reach over and cover his mouth with your hand before he continues, then shift your position so you’re beside him again.

“Bucky, I’m an adult. I know what I want and what’s good for me. You need to get your head out of your ass and realize that you’re not who they made you into. You are not a monster. You are not a machine. You are a human being, and the life you deserve was stolen out from under your feet. You need to start letting go of the past and try to see that it’s about time that you got to be happy.”

He sits there for a moment, processing what you’ve just said and mulling it over in his mind.

“I-” he begins, but you cut him off.

“Don’t even dare try to convince me that I’m even a little bit off, because I know that deep down you know that I’m right too.”

He closes his eyes. Nods slowly as he slips his hand into yours. Then, very quietly, he whispers, “I think I can try.”

You’re smiling so hard because you’ve finally made a dent, even if it’s small.

“You deserve love, Bucky. I promise you do. I think it’s time you started believing that too,” you say before bringing his knuckles to your lips for a moment.

He grins at you like he’s looking at the most beautiful sunset he’s ever laid eyes on, positively blossoming with color. And after a moment he pipes up again.

“Could you maybe uh... keep doing that with my hair? It felt kinda nice.” You giggle at his question, turning into full on laughter, and to him it sounds like a choir of heavenly angels singing in perfect harmony.

“Sure, Buck,” you tell him before moving behind him once again and getting to work on his hair.

You run your fingers through the strands before twisting them over and under and pulling at them gently until you’ve finished, and Bucky sits in contentment, telling himself that he wants to get used to this—that he does, in fact, deserve this. Once you finish, you use a hair tie to secure the braid, and he leans into you. For the remainder of the night, the two of you sit there. You run your fingertips over his arms, tracing patterns into his skin and following the smooth, clean-cut grooves in the metal, and occasionally place chaste kisses to the nape of his neck. Bucky feels loved, but just as importantly, he feels like he deserves to be.

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hellcures · 4 years

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WE ARE IN CELEBRATION!

both me and my hunting angel right here are turning one year older, and hasn’t it been a wild ride. i am about to finish my first semester at college, have been a member of a dream come true contemporary singing choir for months now, lived through graduation, and found amazing new friends to share the journey’s beautiful highs and necessary lows with.

lana, on the other hand, has found a new life here, coming back to the fandom, getting back into gear with new verses, new stories and new partners in her adventures, which is why i feel like doing something special for her this year. for the first time ever i’ll be taking birthday starters for lana from jan. 9th to jan. 16th, so if you wanna show us some love, i’ll prioritize and post those as i queue other drafts before my finals start in a couple weeks. now, i’ll take this chance to spread some well-deserved love and do a little follow forever under the cut for the people without whom this wouldn’t have been the same for us, but for those leaving here, thank you for the ride and another wonderful year. ©

@helllore. my ride or die kate, you know i’ll never find a writing partner like you. you were the first person since i revamped my lana that made us feel cherished important, like we really had found a place here, and ever since you’ve remained my absolute main. every word you write and every dynamic we’ve developed with these two feels canon to me, you’ve given me priceless memories and shipping rants, and just like lana will always be sam’s, i’ll always be here, waiting impatiently for us to keep making magic together. i love you.

@huntmyth. jay. you’ve been here since the very beginning, and i remember being so starstruck that you digged my little female oc and ended up being mutuals together. despite my hiatus and losing track of each other for a bit of time, i’ll never not be excited about a meme of yours in my inbox, or plotting crazy au’s, or anything really. i’m so happy you made this list years later, and i hope you know how much you and your deano still mean to me.

@prophetduty. SARA, MY GIRL, OUR PROPHET BESTIE!!! y’know, it’s very likely that we wouldn’t have come back from that hiatus if i hadn’t seen you and angie still around. you’ve been this breath of fresh air both on my dash and in lana’s life, and i couldn’t imagine writing her without acknowledging your babe and the fluff, angst and action she shoots into her person. you are the ying to her yang, so do not ever make me find out what this blue hellsite is without you or we’ll hunt you down. literally.

@tobeblamed. lou!! my crazy excited, keyboard-smashing, rocket-speed reply fangirl, lou. you’re tobeloved ( see what i did there ) 'till the end of time. in a few weeks you’ve given me not only an amazing, wholesome, pre-series universe that feels like the only truth to lana’s rookie days, but you’ve been my friend, standing me and my pointless exams anxiety, always believing in me. i’m so happy that after being mutuals forever we grew so close so fast, and it fills my heart to think of all we still got yet to do and live through together. you reminded me why i fell in love with dean back in the early seasons in the first place. so, bottom line? i just think you’re adorable.

@destinedgreat. louise. the angel behind the hotel reception i always envisioned as a kid. you’ve gifted us a precious familial dynamic lana thought she’d never be able to have, and she’s thriving helping someone shape their own destiny the way no one helped her. plus, she’s def the cool aunt, let’s admit it. you are a ray of sunshine and we wouldn’t give you up for the world, hon. can’t wait to keep writing together.

@damnedtm. kiki!! i told you this just a few days ago, but you’re the real mvp, honestly. you’ve forever been doing teen!lana threads with me, and don’t think for a second i forgot about that new years kiss meme. these two cute dumbass idjits need to smooch already. you’re so original with your sam, you blow me away all the time, and i can’t wait for that seals plot we discussed. seeing you around is always such a treat, you’re such a talented writer and such a pure human, i send you the best of vibes. thank you for giving my girl a chance back in the day, hon, truthfully.

@compaession. anna. the kickstarter for my newfound passion on my tvd verse. your elena is so clean and pure and perfectly flawed in the most human way — one could think that’s because of the muse, but despite not having a doubt in my mind that you portray her so well on purpose, i think she takes after the mun. you’ve been an amazing new addition to my fam here and i look forward to having you on more follow forever’s like this one.

@unrepent. kat. unironically, my dream katherine. ever since i conceived lana into the tvd universe, i’ve looked for a katherine to develop this complex, layered dynamic with. it’s founded in circumstance and manipulation, but rooted in empathy, vulnerability and depending on one another in the end. so i looked for a katherine whose dialogue would give me chills, whose mannerisms and motivation weren’t watered down at all, and with her wounded heart and sass intact. and depite having admired you from afar for years, now that we’re mutuals, it’s clear as water. there’s no one better for that one woman job than you. you’re also such a welcoming sweetheart with such a genius mind, and your interpretation of brooke? top-notch. i hold very high hopes for us in the future and i can’t wait to know you better and better with each passing plotting rant, if you’ll let us.

@fatalhell. NOSTA!! our hell queen, honestly. never in a million years would i have imagined ruby’s to be one of my fave dynamics, but you’re just that special. you balance her out so exquisitely, it’s impossible not to love hating her. it’d break my heart to ever watch such a one in a million portrayal leave, and such a dedicated, welcoming soul too. we love you way too much for our own good.

@downspiral. raz. i know, we’ve only been mutuals for a few days, but just like i’d been looking for forever for a main katherine to develop that tvd dynamic with, a damon blog who’d take a chance on us was my wish for ages. and then you came out of nowhere, followed us back and lightened up our hearts making perfect carbon copies of his snarky, spot-on one-liners and his complicated psyche. despite the fact we still have a lot to do and have only interacted through im’s and memes and such, i just had to let you know how much i appreciate you and that your blog is one i check very often ‘cause i know the content is quality, ‘kay.

@holykissed. jessi. you and i go way back, to when i saw @sulfurbraved on my dash and drooled over all your amazing female spn muses, including some dope oc’s. so imagine my content when i saw you’d revamped and kept a lot of those amazing muses. i was THRILLED, and i still am. we haven’t missed a beat and it’s so nice to be interacting with you again, so just know i’m super excited to follow through on all those plots we never had the chance to write back in the day.

some special mentions are @ichorimbrued, @seesgood, @unfamiliarties / @spitfcre, @streetcop, @gaebrel, @graveburns, plus all my mutuals ‘cause i love you all to the moon and back ( this is not a drill ).

#( ✧･ﾟ 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 °。ooc. )#( ✧･ﾟ 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 °。bday 2020. )#tomorrow's the day!!

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astroiarium · 4 years

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━━☆⌒*. 손승완 / Wendy’s Birth Chart Analysis

Wendy is my ultimate bias so allow me to show you what her placements are!

☆ These are my interpretations of the inner planets in her chart. It’s solely for my personal enjoyment.

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Wendy of Red Velvet

Position: Main Vocalist

Born on: February 21, 1994

Birthplace: Seongbuk-dong, Seoul, South Korea

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Sun in Pisces (15 °)

Wendy has a LOT of Pisces placements in her chart. The main qualities that draw people to her are her ethereal appearance and carefree personality. Once they take time to get to know her, they will see a compassionate soul as well. She radiates a welcoming aura that makes her approachable as a person. For me, her dreamy eyes are her most captivating feature.

Pisceans are known to be generous individuals. Because this is Wendy’s sun sign, this is how she interacts with the world. Her Sun in Pisces is of the 2nd decan, which is ruled by the moon. This gives Wendy some Cancer influence which explains her maternal nature. Those who work with Wendy often describe her as caring, as confirmed by those she has given gifts to on many occasions to show gratitude. Even the other members of Red Velvet joke about her acting like a mother figure to them alongside Irene. She never hesitates to give all of herself to the people in her life, whether or not she can get anything in return.

Moon in Gemini (13 °)

Although she takes care of others well, it worries me. When others see Wendy, they only see the bright sides of her, but as a person who sees her everyday and talks to her, I see the parts of her that are broken and hurt. Wendy can have a weak heart at times. - Irene

From the perspective of a fan, Wendy is someone who chooses to conceal her hardships from the public eye. She is the type of person who would rather be the shoulder to cry on than let anyone see her cry. There will be times where she is quiet and there are a million things running through her mind. But again, she hides these parts of her by putting on her cheery demeanor. Gemini is ruled by Mercury, the planet of communication so this placement gives Wendy an extroverted side. She enjoys interacting with the people around her and absorbing the information she can get from them. This is amplified by her Moon in Gemini being in the 2nd decan, which is ruled by Venus. She longs for companionship and tries to make friends with those who share the same ideals. Because the moon deals with the emotional self, this would mean that she expresses her emotions to a lesser degree or refuses to express them at all, as also shown by her Mars in Aquarius. This may be because of her wanting to come off as an easy-going person or that she prefers to bottle up her emotions and learn how to suppress it. It’s difficult for her to just let it all out especially in front of someone else. Suffice it is to say that at least she has people in her life who she’s comfortable showing her true self to and may help her to be more open to others.

Mercury in Pisces (34 °)

This is my favorite aspect of her chart because we share the same placement! The way Wendy communicates with reveluvs is endearing. She treats us as if we’re her close friends. The bond between her and her fans is something she values deeply and so she shows appreciation for us through singing. She has a certain ability where every note is enriched with emotion and can be felt by whoever listens to her. She has stated that before, she sings only for herself because it’s her dream but now, she is singing for the enjoyment of reveluvs as well. As mentioned before, she would rather be the shoulder to cry on. On one hand, she can naturally empathize with the person in distress, listening to them cry about their plight and telling comforting words that will heal them. But on the other, she will also try to resolve the problem and give advice on how to fix it and consequently learning from the experience afterward. Mercury in Pisces means being inclined to daydream as well. A problem for people with this placement is lacking the energy to set and accomplish concrete goals. Fortunately, Wendy was able to overcome this by achieving one of her life goals. When Wendy was in high school, she was a member of the school’s show choir where she had the opportunity to showcase her talent in singing. She wanted to pursue a career in music despite her parents' initial discouragement. She had to take big risks such as moving back to South Korea from the U.S. where she resided at the time.

Also interesting to note that Wendy can speak a multitude of languages! This has a connection to her Gemini moon which influences her willingness to communicate with other people. She is fluent in both Korean and English, but has taken French and Spanish classes throughout her school years! She continuously puts in the effort to converse with reveluvs from all around the world.

- ᴡᴇɴᴅʏ ʀᴇᴘʟʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴠᴇʟᴜᴠs ɪɴ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇs ᴏɴ ʟʏsɴ

Venus in Pisces (41 °)

When you look at the world with beauty in your heart, from wherever your eyes lie, you’ll find beauty. - Wendy

To me, this is such a cute placement to have in general and it’s so fitting for Wendy. Because of her outgoing nature, she tends to be flirty with people she’s comfortable with (mostly girls lol). As a result, the rest of Red Velvet and especially reveluvs often fall victim to her “greasiness” because she takes every opportunity to sneak a pick-up line into the conversation (which isn’t to say it’s not reciprocated!) Those with Venus in Pisces are prone to romanticizing the world around them and it seems that’s what keeps Wendy so bright and positive! A romantic relationship with Wendy is set for the long-term. Although Venus in Pisces might seem like they fall in love with anyone who’s ever shown kindness to them, they yearn for stability and thus forge a bond with someone they know they will be with for a long time.

- ᴡᴇɴᴅʏ ɪs sᴏ ᴄʜᴇᴇsʏ ʟᴏʟ

Mars in Aquarius (43 °)

Wendy treasures her individuality. For the longest time, her motto has been “Be you.” That is because of this placement. Her quirkiness is a cherry on top of her personality, which she puts on full display to everyone. Let’s not forget the fact that she was a huge nerd in her high school years too—an overachiever who always gets high grades and is involved in way too many extracurricular activities. But as years pass, she developed a more toned-down approach to how she presents her intellect and became a mature woman who can weaponize her knowledge against people. Because of the air element that is present in both this planet and her moon, she deals with her anger in a calm manner. She may be patient with you once you have made her angry and not react immediately, but she will dwell on this anger and become guarded in the future. She is also sulky when her opinion is challenged.

Overall, I really love Wendy’s birth chart. She has the whimsical and mysterious aura of a Piscean without the over indulgence in her emotions as retained by her air placements. Because of the codominance of air and water in her chart, she is humanitarian by default. She perceives the world in her idealistic vision and strives to make it as such with the power of her voice. Of course, there are many factors that play a part in shaping who Wendy is and this is just one of the ways to interpret her personality. But to me, this perfectly describes her as someone whose heart is too pure for this world.

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You like Broadway shows too??? What are your favorites??

YES!! i’m a total geek for broadway shows!

because i didn’t really get into them until like 2014ish when i went to my first show, most of my favorites are recent shows but!

in terms of currently running shows, my favorites are dear evan hansen, hamilton, wicked, come from away (kinda basic lol but i love them)!

deh has my whole ENRITE heart and it means so much to me for a million reasons. was SUPPOSED to see the show on my birthday this year but that didn’t happen because of nyc deciding to close broadway. but i will see it omg and i’ll always be SO mad i didn’t get to see ben platt before he left (that day was so sad for all my theater friends and i haha).

seeing hamilton live would be a DREAM but almost impossible so disney is coming in clutch until i get the real thing. and the other two shows i just really love and want to see!

if we’re talking shows that aren’t running anymore then kinky boots, waitress, les mis, newsies, rent and west side story are the favorites!

kinky boots was AMAZING and easily one of the very best shows i’ve ever seen. the whole production plus the music is insane and i was lucky enough to see the original broadway cast duo which made it even more incredible.

les mis was the first show i EVER saw back in 2014 which got me hooked. will always hold a special place in my heart plus it was one the shows i got to sing music from for choir (que the tears for i dreamed a dream).

AND WAITRESS!! i got to see the original broadway cast for this show which was so amazing. and sarah bareilles wrote the music and i love her so! a forever favorite honestly omg

okay i totally did not to write all this for this ask but here you go haha!

#asks #ask bre #broadway shows #i could go on and on about this #oops #my lovely mutuals

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ificanthaveu · 4 years

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ROMANCE REVIEW

ok so here’s me hyping up Camila for longer than anyone asked for but this album...is just so good and when she said visual I’m like yeah ok but... I SAW so many things and so many lyrics/songs reminded me of things that have happened to me and I’m like, you know what? time to overshare

TRACK 1 SHAMELESS: ok so obviously I’ve listened to this before like a million times, but when I first heard it, I was very much like... I don’t like it. and then I listened to it again and I’m like haha nevermind I was wrong (i do this all the time don’t @ me I know I suck) the way she says “shameless” with that rasp? screaming her lungs out? yeah, bitch, I feel that. I hear that. and just the whole vibe of YEAH I feel this way and WHAT ABOUT IT.

favorite lyrics: “Now that you have me, do you want me still?” “I’m tired of loving somebody that’s not mine”

TRACK 2 LIVING PROOF: Every performance of this...makes me love it more and more. The choir singing hallelujah...gave me the VISUALS bc ya girl grew up Catholic, and I couldn’t help but imagine that Easter day where everyone is praising and saying hallelujah and it’s just such a pure JOY. and with the God references and “being sent to save me” just getting major church vibes. AND her high notes in the chorus...we stan a queen with TALENT. I love how she references hands a few times because I just love when you can communicate something just through touch. I think that is truly the deepest form of knowing someone.

favorite lyrics: “Tell me something, but say it with your hands, slow” “Show your demons, and I might show you mine, one at a time”

TRACK 3 SHOULD’VE SAID IT: ok now I’m just going to sit here with my jaw dropped open because SIS said what we’ve been saying for SO LONG. The theme of “change” is so strong in this, and I just love how she portrays it. And her talking about the songs not sounding the same...she’s literally like yeah I get you wrote songs about me, but have you heard of imessage? a phone? But this is the kind of song that I want to scream at the top of my lungs and dance to in my living room, but, alas, I cannot relate. I can’t get one person to love me, how tf would I get 2? And the way she says “so sorry” like she...is not sorry. and I LOVE IT and it just really drives the point across, like, I’ve moved on, you didn’t say anything.

favorite lyrics: “baby, he fell from grace, landed right in your place” “I wish you could turn back time, and hold me closer, instead of your pride” (OUCH BABY YES SING IT)

TRACK 4 MY OH MY: catch me shakin my ass to this till I die. I just love the FEEL of this. and her YELLING “I swear on my life that I’ve been a good girl” and the “Tonight I don’t wanna be her” like yes bitch let her be BAD for a night baby you GO GIRL. Listen, I will never get sick of the falling for a bad boy narrative. Sign me the fuck up, every damn time. Like, yeah? I’ve been good, time to be bad bitch. and her LAUGHS during the rap. I love her wow. The chorus is just so CATCHY. It’s just sooo bad boy narrative, my parents don’t like him, not being a good girl for the night, and again, always a hoe for that. ALWAYS.

favorite lyrics: “I said, if he kissed me, I might let it happen” “She know I’m a call away, she can drop a pin and I’d come meet her”

TRACK 5 SENORITA: I’ve talked about this 5 million times, but I’m a proud mom so here we go again! The fact that they collabed again, was enough to fuel me for years, bc my prime was during IKWYDLS. What a good era. This song makes me feel DAMN SEXY. I want every song to make me feel this way. every time they say “oh la la” just send me to my grave. and shawn’s “call” during the chorus...speechless still. I love a good friends to lovers (in song and IRL we love that for them). I just love the aspect of yeah it’s hard to leave you but every time we touch just reminds me that this is all worth it. AGAIN with the TOUCH being just the most intimate way of knowing someone.

favorite lyrics: “her body fit right in my hands” “you say we’re just friends, but friends don’t know the taste” “cause you know it’s been a long time coming, don’t you let me fall”

TRACK 6 LIAR: this bb was my fave when it came out with shameless. I LOVE the whole theme of I said one thing but now you’re changing my mind and making me seem like a liar. I also love the trumpets. I love a good trumpet in a song if it’s used well. AND with the whole, yeah I’m a liar, and what about it? I like clapping along to the bridge in the car. and then fuckin dancing to the chorus. peep me screaming this in my car all the gah damn time. also, the lying to yourself? the worst kind. and this song just being the RECOGNIZATION of yeah... I am lying to myself. you KNOW? like that “oh fuck” feeling, like you’ve been denying it and denying it and denying it and finally you’re just like...oh shit. and then you just fuckin GO FOR IT because you realize it now and now we’re making up for lost time. and then the final “cause my clothes are on the floor” jaw DROP first time hearing that like yes baby. and I usually skip instrumentals at the end of songs bc I usually think they’re stupid and pointless ope but THIS is the only one I don’t skip because it’s too damn catchy

favorite lyrics: “I don't care, it's been too long, It's kinda like we didn't happen” “but what if you kiss me, and what if I like it?”

TRACK 7 BAD KIND OF BUTTERFLIES: my heart hurts, honestly. like in that first chorus where she’s like you’re going to hate me after you find this out. just BREAKS me. it’s just very stuck between a rock and a hard place. she wasn’t going to win this fight. it was going to hurt no matter what she decided. she was going to hurt someone she cared about no matter what she chose. the way she says “tonight” with that note run yes baby yes. and like living proof, I love the high note chorus. and the way she says “the bad kind of butterflies like when you have something to hide” like I FELT that shit. those kinds of butterflies are the freaking WORST when you just know you have to tell someone about something because it’s just eating you alive. her voice just perfectly portrays the feeling this song encapsulates.

favorite lyrics: “don’t look at me while I’m breaking” “I understand if you hate me” “I know I said we were friends and when I said that, I meant it, somewhere between now and then it became more than just a friendship”

TRACK 8 EASY: out of her songs that came out before the album was released, this was my favorite. just...i get so speechless and I have no words, it’s just so beautiful. like having someone who loves you, who sees your flaws, and doesn’t freaking care. like that first verse is like “yeah we both know I got flaws but you love me anyway.” and the whole thing of really, really knowing someone and really, really loving them is just so damn heartwarming. and feeling hard to love? yeah, Camila, I GET THAT. someone find me a man who feels this way about me. and just having someone...who loves you...until you can love yourself... I want one. and again with the TOUCHING, I see a theme here baby and I’ll talk more on that later. that bridge just freaking hits me and when she sang this on SNL I could just SEE how much this song meant to her and she looked so content singing it.

favorite lyrics: “You tell me that you'd rather fight than spend a single peaceful night with somebody else” “tell me with your hands that you’re never leaving” “All I know is you saved me and you know it”

TRACK 9 FEEL IT TWICE: this...hurt me. because this is my worst fear. like having someone fall for you, and you don’t feel it, and then suddenly to be in love with them and for them to be like I’m sorry but I don’t feel that way anymore. and I just love that this one is a lot less of “you fucked up” like should’ve said it and more like “I hate that things had to happen this way and I don’t want to hurt you but I can’t do anything else.” it’s heart-wrenching. and just WISHING that this wasn’t the case, but it’s just how it is. because that’s how love works. you can’t force it if it isn’t there anymore or was never there at all. and keeping the distance because there’s nothing else you can do and it’s the only option because there’s just this tension no matter what you do. because it’s there no matter what. and the PARALLEL of “how can I be your friend when I know the way you taste” and “but friends don’t know the way you taste” in senorita makes me think that she was writing this song while she was writing senorita and that’s why she added it in later. but pertaining to my life... I don’t relate because I feel everything like 8 million times and I catch feelings for anyone who looks at me and I go back and forth on crushes all the time (there are like 5 coming to my head rn wow I am the worst).

favorite lyrics: “Oh, I'm scared if I look in your eyes, I might see your soul, I know love is the loneliest place when you fall alone” “Sitting by the phone, holding onto hope” “I can feel you still staring at me when I look away” “I don't know what's worse, getting broken or making it break” (it’s hard to pick favorites for this one WHOOPS)

TRACK 10 DREAM OF YOU: I like the music in this one a LOT. I feel this shit in my SOUL. and “he’s a right answer” reminded me of the most recent episode of The Good Place (iykyk). also, I don’t know WHY but I love the line with “a confessed sinner” bc, again, ya girl grew up Catholic. he got that post confession GLOW. that “I just got everything off my chest, and I feel GREAT.” and this one, with all she’s doing all day, is dreaming of him, yeah I am a hardcore daydreamer. so that’s me hello. and the transition of “I dream of you” to “I dream with you”...take my heart and throw it at a wall. the DESPERATION in “please say you dream of me too” like PLEASE tell me this is mutual because you literally take up all my time so please tell me you feel the same way.

favorite lyrics: “And you squeeze my hands two times, three times” “I was not living, I was just writing about it” (this is me a lot and I feel attacked)

TRACK 11 CRY FOR ME: this high key reminds me of “Dead” by Madison Beer. but anyways. it’s so SASSY and I LOVE IT. I just love the feeling of someone moving on first, and then the other person moving on, and then the first person being like oh shit what you moved on what. like just wanting someone to HURT because what the FUCK? like why do you gotta do this bro? and just the yeah I know I shouldn't feel this way but fuck it. and I love that just lie to me. like you know what, tell me you miss me, so I can feel good about this. and the screaming in “HOW CAN YOU BE OK” like BITCH I’m HURTING so CRY PLEASE

favorite lyrics: “You said that, in this lifetime, you could never get over me? Are you over me?” “see her lips erasing me”

TRACK 12 THIS LOVE: this is one of my favorites. I love how it’s soft? but also, not soft at all. like FUCK this love. the building walls just to watch them fall? like yes, sis I just wrote a poem about this a few months ago bc it is me. like that person, you built walls up before and they just keep knocking them down. and then you regret it, every time and build them up again (s/o to my shit middle school friend yike) and just the feeling of getting pulled in this cycle over and over again. you can just HEAR the desperation in her voice in parts of this and I love when you can hear that. I also like the use of “maybe” like this love is fucking hell but maybe don’t let me go just yet but on the other hand, maybe you should. AND ending with the “here I go again” just yeah stab me in the heart.

favorite lyrics: “Waiting for you just in case one day it doesn’t hurt” “get out of my veins” “If you need your space, then just walk away”

TRACK 13 USED TO THIS: pull out your tissues ladies. I was most excited about this one, and she PULLED THROUGH and lived up to my expectations. I’m always a sucker for the whole vibe of “I hated this place but now I have this special memory there and now I love it.” the transformation from hate to love in so many ways. to find a person who does that, it just doesn’t happen a lot. now time to unnecessarily connect it to my life but not really because ladies and gents, I fell for my best friend. he was the most amazing guy ever. and he was my best friend and suddenly it was like...oh fuck. and the line about whispering his name differently and can’t you hear it? just reminded me of him right away. because of that FEELING of seeing them and knowing you have these feelings and being like...can you hear the change in my voice? (he didn’t btw. that was sad. this song will be “what could've been” for me. lol. bye). and the “feeling” with that touching again HELLO. and the drink clinks in the background love that. friends to lovers? yeah, sign me the fuck up. and I love the use of “definitely” like that hesitation of yeah it’s going to take me a sec but I’m DEFINITELY getting used to this.

favorite lyrics: “No, I never liked San Francisco, never thought it was nothing special till you kissed me there” “It's the strangest feeling, midnight, I'm not leaving, no, for once, I think I'll stay" “I say your name, just listen, doesn't it sound different? Never whispered it this way” “And the calluses on your fingers, I admire them from a distance, now they're on my cheek” “oh, I've known you forever, now I know you better” “let’s get carried away” (i should’ve just copied and pasted the whole song I’m in love)

TRACK 14 FIRST MAN: ok. I know I said grab your tissues. but here’s where you really need them. when I say I sobbed, I freaking MEAN IT. like I was getting ready for school this morning at 6 am while listening to the album and it was only me and my dad awake and this just hit me so hard. I’m super close with my dad, so I really really feel this. Once the song was done, I went and found him and I was still crying and he’s like WHATS WRONG and I gave him a hug and I tried to explain what it was about and he’s like yeah no won’t listen to it. going to cry. then I texted him later and he listened and you bet my father cried as hard as I did. he literally said he was in the bathroom trying to compose himself (spoiler, my scary dad is soft af but don’t tell anyone and expose him. literally the other night i said i probably cry every day and he said yeah me too). it’s so soft, and just, yes this is happening, but that doesn’t mean I’m cutting you out of my life. like this man is everything you ever wanted for me, and I know this is damn hard, but it’s going to be worth it. and the transition of spending all the time with family to spending time with this man you want a future with. and like y’all know that breaks a parent’s heart but at the same time, it’s all they want for you. and the progression of just being with that guy and then to the wedding day. and the part where he says she’ll always be his little girl. ugh, this whole song is my dad and I love it and hate it because the amount of tears I’ve cried today is unhealthy. and in general, I just love how soft this is and you can just hear the love in her voice. I’m crying again hi. s/o to the good dads out there, and if you don’t have one, you can share mine. I genuinely cannot listen to this song without crying, yet I’ve listened to it like 6 times today. this song means so much to me and I honestly want it to be my father-daughter dance at my wedding,

favorite lyrics: “And I found someone I really like, maybe for the first time” “You held me so tight, now someone else can, but you were the first man that really loved me” “Now you're driving to the airport, not just me you pick up anymore” “You're looking at me while walking down the aisle, with tears in your eyes, maybe he deserves me, You don't even know how much it means to me now”

FINAL THOUGHTS 1) I AM SO HAPPY WITH THE WHOLE ALBUM. I love all of these songs so much, and they’re all so VISUAL just like she said they were going to be. I love when you can see a song. That is just so damn powerful.

2) THE THEME OF TOUCHING. guys, I am O B S E S S E D with this. like I said before, I think it is such a RARE form of intimacy and love for someone when you can communicate something with a touch. Like that hand on the shoulder or on your back or knee or whatever. but just KNOWING what they’re saying. I love how she addressed it multiple times and you see it weaved into so many songs of that touch communication.

3) I saw this on twitter, and I think it was part of an official review or something. But the journey of “hey I’m falling in love and here are the trials and tribulations of it” and then ending with “I can feel this way because you taught me” is just...so amazing and powerful.

COME TELL ME YOUR OPINIONS, THOUGHTS, THEORIES LETS CHAT ABOUT IT I LOVE TALKING ABOUT THIS

#camila cabello #camila cabello romance #romance #dani listens to romance #cc #me #mine #shawn mendes #shawmila #romance review #romance album review

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theswiftarmy · 4 years

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#13 – The Porter Pyramid Sonic Sound Trip

“Do you guys feel anything?” Ariana asked.

“No. I don’t think so.” The Biebs sat on the edge of the goliath beanbag chair mesmerized by the extra large one-hundred-inch displays showing the waveform of the pure Porter Pyramid egg sound.

Scott shook his head. “You shouldn’t feel anything yet. The first time takes a little while; at least it did for Taylor and I. Boy, that was a long time ago—My how time flies. The first time we tried egg we didn’t feel anything, it wasn’t until the second time we did Porter Pyramid that it really kicked in—But wow, THAT Porter Pyramid sonic sound trip was out of this world.”

“I think I feel something, Scotty boy.” Ariana responded. “Yeah, I definitely feel something.” She breathed in filling her lungs to capacity inhaling deeper and deeper and exhaled, full Ujjayi breath. “Everything Zen.” She said in a slow, almost monotone voice. Her eyes opened wide.

“Whoa, she’s right, I definitely feel it too. It’s like… I just want to shout out to the world ‘YOU ARE AWESOME’ for no reason. Like, I can feel, joy, right here in my chest.” He pointed to the middle of his chest and made a little heart symbol with his fingers.

“Yeaaaaaaah, Justin is right. It’s just a funny feeling inside, spreading all over, like, I love it—Oh my god, I LOVE it soooooooo much. I don’t even know what IT is, but I just want more. MORE!”

“Faaaaar out.” Scotty B added, finally feeling the egg hatching inside him, “This is kicking in so much faster than I’ve ever experienced any of the times before—Oak, you’ve got one heck of a sound system there buddy! OH man… OH man!“

Oak smiled. “It’s a peculiar sort of sensation, yes. I don’t think I yet have words to describe it.”

“Fizzy Lifting drinks maaaaaan, just let the floating happen.” Scott began leaning to one side letting himself fall into the comfortable couch, he shifted onto his back, “Just don’t let the fan get ya!” He pointed up at the ceiling.

They all looked up at the spinning ceiling fan.

“Whoa. What if we get sucked into that fan—” Ariana asked. “We become a fan of the fan? Does that even make sense? Whoaaa…”

They all stared at the spinning ceiling fan. Watching its blades rotate above them.

“That would suck.” Oak said. Then smiled. “Get it? Because we would get sucked into the fan…”

Scooter began to laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” Scott said, kicking Scooter with his foot. Then he too began to laugh.

Eventually the whole group joined the laughter. A small giggle here, a chuckle there then Justin fell to the floor bursting out loud in a full roll back and forth on the floor. He curled to one side. “GUYS STOP! My side hurts! I got a cramp from laughing so hard, guys, I can’t breathe!” Everyone pointed at Justin on the floor and laughed even harder.

“I can’t… I can’t! I’m laughing so hard I’m crying now! Oh my gosh you guys…” Ariana pulled her feet up into Sukhasana, the seated yoga pose, legs crossed in front of her, hands on her knees with her index fingers touching her thumbs, she was careful not to knock her phone as it sat beside her secretly recording the egg sound. “I need to Zen out… Oooohhhhhmmmm…” She suddenly sang out in full yogi style.

Everyone locked on her voice. They stopped laughing immediately. “Whoaaaaaaaaaa. That was the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.” Justin said.

“I still hear it echoing, a reverb chamber brain—Like it’s bouncing off the walls inside of my mind, a cathedral of pristine sonic singularity.” Oak said poking at it with all his knowledge trying to pin down the exact nature of this egg sound.

Ariana Grande sat up taller, “My mind is on FIRE! My desire, I’m feeling a Pranayama breath of fire singing out in full choir. My inner Mockingjay is here to stay!” Ariana proclaimed.

Justin let his entire body relax into the floor savasana yoga pose, hypnotized by the sound, the Ohhhmmm reverberating through his entire body. It was like amplifying the end of a Vinyasa yoga practice by a thousand, no, a million times—no, infinity. “Ariana, you rhymed fire with fire in that sentence… But it still sounded absolutely freakin’ amazing.”

“OAK! PLAY THE SONG!!!! I NEED TO HEAR THE SONG!!!” Ariana commanded.

The rest of them joined in, “YEAAAAAH!!!!! OAK! PLAY IT!!!! WE NEED TO HEAR MUSIC, NOW! OH MY GOD, WE NEED MUSIC RIGHT NOW!!!”

Oak reached around to the custom keyboard and pushed play on the track they had just created.

Everyone’s eyes rolled back in their head, they closed their eyelids and let the sound travel from its source—the high fidelity speakers—and out into the intimately illuminated studio space, it poured from the woofers and tweeters then raced across the room. The sound waves flowed through the air molecules, moving each tiny molecule in a domino effect—One molecule bouncing into another, the waves undulated and warping the air in the room. As the low bass frequencies and high highs hit their eardrums, it was like fireworks exploding in one’s mind. A full rainbow spectrum of musical notes exploded inside their brains— Synesthesia times infinity across every cell of their entire body.

“Oh my god. OH MY GOD. TURN IT UP!!!!! OAK, I NEED MORE!!!!!!” Ariana yelled out. “OHHHHHHHHH WOOOOOOOOOOOW.”

“Uhhhhhhh yeah… oh damn. That’s some good stuff.” Justin rolled back and forth on the floor.

“FAR… OUT… MAN…. THIS IS SOOOOO GROOVY.” Scott held is own head between his hands to keep it from shooting off his body. Obviously his head was firmly attached, it just felt as though it would pop off any minute.

Scooter sat at first unable to speak, then, he uttered out, “This is quality stuff. This is the good stuff, bro. Guys… This Bill porter guy is… he’s the… The Eggman!”

“Whoa. Like, I am the walrus, I am the Eggman…Eggman?” Justin asked.

Ariana began making motions as though she were swimming through water, “If Bill Porter is the Eggman, then who is the Walrus?”

“I am.” Justin replied.

“Nooooooooooo. No you’re not Juuuuuustin!” Ariana argued back. “I AM!”

“Nooooooooooo. Because you’re The Mockingjay!” He said back, his eyes closed, feeling the pure joy of the Eggman sound.

“DAMN RIGHT I AM!” Ariana yelled out, standing up on the beanbag chair holding her hand in the air and waving it like she did care then jumping up and landing back on the chair.

“I am he, as you are he, as you are me, and we are all together…” Scott recited the lyrics to I Am The Walrus by The Beatles in an even slow tone.

The room fell silent.

“I am he-ungry.” Ariana said. “Oak! Call your friend Alessia back and tell her to bring those deviled eggs. I want deviled eggs SO bad right now.”

“I just thought that same thing!” Justin boomed, yelling up to the ceiling, his back on the floor—his words hit the fan and were chopped apart into bits and pieces.

“Maybe this sound makes our minds all connected. I am he… As you are he… As you are me… And we are all together.”

They fell silent, pondering The Beatles lyrics.

“Oak?”

“Yes, Ariana.” He replied, his voice containing just a hint of Siri mixed with Alexa.

“Can we pretend like we’re in a yellow submarine?”

“I am happy to grant your wish.” He replied in the same transfixed tone.

Oak pressed a button and the room lighting changed to a yellow hue with blue spotlights creating circles on the walls. Projected fish swam in and out of the blue circles making it appear as though they were under water traveling in a yellow submarine.

“Yaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssss.” Ariana began to dance to the beat. “This is FREAKIN’ awesome!!! I want to live in a submarine for real. Or maybe a chocolate factory.”

“Me too. Like Charlie, how Wonka gives him the factory at the end of the movie!” Justin said back up at her from the floor. He shifted to make eye contact with her.

The lawyer chimed in, “I’d just like to point out that Charlie doesn’t actually own the factory, he’s a minor, so he can’t legally own the factory as he can’t legally sign a contract, minor’s brains aren’t developed enough to know what they are actually signing so, he would need an adult to sign the papers after they read them and decided that what he was signing was indeed in his best interest, but continue on with your day dream.“

“So who owns it then?”

“Well, logically his parents would sign, But Grandpa Joe technically sign could assuming he got legal guardianship of Charlie from Charlie’s parents. What he really should do is create a trust and then—”

“Maaaaaan… You’re making my brain hurt.” Scott interjected.

“Sorry, I just, I love this stuff. I am a lawyer you know.”

“Oh, we know, brooooooooooo.” Scooter said pointing his finger at the lawyer and then winking one of his eyes at him over and over while holding out his finger and then making circles with the finger around the lawyer’s head.

“It’s like Taylor landed on a chocolate factory when she found this sound.” Ariana looked down at her phone, remembering that it was still recording. She felt a rush of excitement, the kind you feel when you find a great pair of new shoes that go absolutely perfect with an outfit you already had, or vice versa. “She’s Charlie!” I want to be Charlie, she thought.

“That kind of make sense… Because she’s with Joe and all.” Bieber commented.

“Wait, but that would mean she’s dating her grandpa.” Ariana replied.

“Ewwwww.” Everyone uttered.

They burst out laughing. After another minute they calmed down again into Zen.

“If Taylor is Charlie and Big Machine is her Chocolate Factory… Who’s Slugworth?” Justin asked.

Scott pointed to the Carlyle Lawyer.

“Oohhhhhh… Yeah that kind of make sense too.” Everyone nodded simultaneously in agreement.

“Whoaaaaa, you just said what I said at the same time what I was going to say what I said…” Justin trailed off, not quite understanding what he was trying to say.

“What is your name anyway?” Ariana asked.

“Carl. Carl Lawyer. Carl Lyle Lawyer.” He spoke as though he were stating his name to take the witness stand. “But I prefer The Carlyle Lawyer.”

“Woooooow.” Ariana sat staring at her frilly pen. “It’s like, there in front of your face, but you don’t even know it—Like fine print in a contract that you can’t see because you’re too busy being distracted by the frilly pen you are signing it with.”

The lawyer nodded. “That’s why I bring my own everywhere I go.”

“That’s smart.” Ariana said softly to herself.

They sat there zonked out on the Wonka feeling, feeling the fizzy lifting twisting around inside them, they listened to the song playing, and became one with the music.

The meditative moment was broken by Justin’s phone ringing.

“What is that?” Ariana asked sleepily from the chair.

Justin picked up his phone. He looked at it and sported a confused look, “Wait… Taylor’s calling…” Justin fumbled with the mobile device barely able maneuver his fingers in order to tap the buttons.

“No she’s not! You’re funnnnnnny Justin BiEEEbeeeer.” She threw her frilly pen at him.

“It’s okay. I just hit NOOOOOOO on the phone anyway.” He put the phone down beside him. “I was like… No phone home!” He laughed at his own joke.

“YOU TELL HER HOW IT IS! JUUUUUSTINNNNN!” Ariana said in a grand voice.

Scooter Braun pulled his baseball cap over his head to cover his face and kicked back relaxing himself. He let the fizzy feeling wash over him. It felt good to momentarily step back from all of this, even if it was only temporary. As long as they stuck together as a team he was sure they would be fine. Scooter dozed off with his baseball cap covering his face.

Justin peeked at the phone again seeing a missed call notification from Taylor Swift. A text message soon followed with a photo attached. Justin brought the phone close to his face and after several tries opened the message to a photo of both his cats staring back at him, Taylor’s face between the two. Taylor smiled smugly in the picture. The text message read…

How about a trade? We’ve both got something we each want back.

His heart jumped as he gazed at the photo of Sushi and Tuna. In his sonically hypnotically high state he replied…

Okaaaay, but nooooo tricks, Taaay.

He replied after much effort.

Swiftie Scout’s honor.

She replied and then sent two cat emojis with a heart between them. She could tell by his texting that he was on a sonic sound trip—Soon, she would have it back in her hands, her plans were coming together perfectly.

Justin placed the phone down, locking the screen. He looked around the room to see if anyone noticed. Everyone now subdued, drowsy, taking sips of water from fancy glasses that a hydration Defender was handing out from a tray as he made his way around the room. Justin took a glass and drank it all, quenching his unbelievable thirst.

The lawyer sat with a pair of noise canceling ear buds in his ears that he had in the whole time. His arms folded across his chest. Ariana looked over at the lawyer, noticing that he wasn’t under the egg sound spell. It was only now that she could see the ear buds protruding from his ears ever so slightly.

“Buuuuuuuuut don’t you want to join us?” She asked.

“I don’t generally partake. But thanks for the offer.” The Carlyle Lawyer replied, his face stoic. “I decided to sit this one out.”

“Join us… Join us…” Ariana said, sleepily melting into the beanbag chair, it was the most comfortable chair in the world right now, she pressed her body against its softness, “I LOVE this chair… I LOOOOOOVE you chair.” Her eyelids grew heavy and she fought to keep them open. After losing the battle, she drifted off to sleep.

When she awoke, she noticed Justin was gone. She pushed herself up, dizzy, looking around the room at the other occupants snoozing. The Lawyer too had drifted off to sleep. The silver egg case containing Taylor Swift’s masters was no longer in the place it was before—it too missing along with Justin. It was now officially a case of the missing egg case.

@taylorswift

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heliantyr · 5 years

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ALRIGHT!

Time for questions! I’m going to put 1-9 here plain and simple, and then the rest will be under the break just so that you don’t have to scroll to oblivion if you don’t want to see this! Let’s go!

1: Name

My name is Jude, or Coreta if you wanna use my pen name! A few of you might also know me as Virchude since that’s my main blog!

2: Age

I won’t tell you plainly, but I am still in high school.

3: City that you live in

I’m just gonna tell you which state! I live in the lower peninsula of Michigan!

4: What do most people not know about you?

I’m almost certain that none of you know this, but I am the youngest of my dad’s (kinda) six kids.

5: What do most people know you for?

If we’re talking just here, I hope to all get out it’s my headcanons, but in real life it’s the fact that I get offended rather easily...

6: Hobbies!

I do a lot of pointless writing (meaning I never finish anything)... I also draw a lot of random junk, I rad a shit ton of fanfiction, I sing/write songs a lot... uuhh and do nothing.

7: What are your passions?

I have a very large passion for helping those around me who have suffered like I have mentally and emotionally. I also really like debating (more like arguing) with people about politics!

8: When was the last time you had a significant conversation with someone you love?

Just yesterday my mom, older sister, and I ended up accidentally sitting down in the living room and ranting about how shitty out lives are... so.......... yeah

9: have you collected anything? What is it?

I have a small hat collection (that I hardly ever wear), and I’m beginning a plant collection! There is also a ever fluctuating collection of cups and bottles in my room T-T

10: List ten things off your bucket list (I may not remember half of these TvT)

*Take a trip back to Colorado with my friends

*Start a business

*Travel to at least 8 countries

*Go to Andorra

*Be known for some great feat

*Have one of my works (whether art or writing, etc) become famous or greatly known

*Meet one of my favorite actors/band members (doesn’t matter who)

*Learn to swim...............

*Make drastic strides towards saving the planet

*Meet more people from my dad’s side of the family

11: What was the last thing you learned?

Seeing as I got out of world history an hour and a half ago, we learned about the Cold War and how the USSR fell apart because of silly putty

12: How many relationships have you been in?

Counting the ones that didn’t mean shit, 4. Only counting the ones that actually meant something, 2.

13 + 14 I am not answering.

15: Favorite food

Menudo. Fuckin love it

16: Favorite drink

hm... either tea or ginger ale, but out of a shot glass TvT A TWO LETER OUT OF A SHOT GLASS

17: What is the best birthday gift you have ever received?

I went to NYC over my birthday weekend this year with my school’s choir, and our tour leader on my bus got me a pastry in Little Italy! It meant so much because I didn’t even know her!

18: Are you optimistic or pessimistic?

I’m usually pessimistic unless my friends are also being pessimistic, cuz then I’m frigin sunshine and rainbows!

19: Do you sleep during class?

Not very often, and only if what I’m doing isn’t actually important.

20: What is the most expensive thing you own?

If not my actual bed, my laptop, which is $200.

21: What is the cheapest yet most useful thing you own?

..... I... Don’t know... uh I got a huge fukin thing of cocoa butter lotion at the dollar tree... and it’s kind of multi use?!?

22: How many time a day on average to you check your phone?

.........don’t look at me like that.

23: Text or call?

Text. I wanna call people, but what if they don’t pick up? Or it’s really awkward? or I can’t hear them? or vise versa? or-

24: Opinion on long distance?

Sounds like torture. I honestly couldn’t do it.

25: What is your definition of success?

Feeling satisfied or content with what you’ve done.

26: Favorite song?

um. At the moment, Killer Queen by Queen.

27: Favorite artist?

Music wise, Patrick Stump. Art wise, Van Gogh.

28: Celebrity crush/crushes?

That’s a long list. But my main two recently have been Sebastian Stan and Tom Holland...

29: When was the last time you read for fun?

Aside from fanfiction? Last Wednesday night I stayed up reading Shakespeare’s sonnets to myself...

30: Favorite flower?

chrysanthemums!

31: What is the best gift you could receive right now?

A confidence boost that lasted at least the rest of high school...

32: Any guilty pleasures?

Day dreaming about random shit.... random weird shit about people I know...

33: What is one thing you’d like to change about yourself?

Hm... I think I’d change my mental health. I just wanna be perfectly okay for once.

34: What do you search for in a friend?

being able to understand me, relate to me, and be weird with me. Also mutual interests. And reasonable barriers.

35: How many times have I said “I love you” in the past month?

You expect me you count???? A shit ton! Do you know how many times a day I have a family member leave the goddamn house????

36: Where dd you last go other than your room/home?

School.

37: Why do good things happen to good people?

Because that’s not how life works. Our society constantly has people suffering, no matter who they are or what they’ve done.

38: In your opinion, what hurts more? Being left out, or being stabbed in the eye?

Seeing as I’m just about used to the pain of being left out, I’d say being stabbed in the eye. I am such a wuss T-T

39: How many green shirts do you own?

1. It’s a St. Patty’s day shirt.

40: Do you like anime?

noooooooooooo.......... not at allllll.... TvT I’m tired!

41: What do you invest the most time in?

Either videogames or fanfiction.

42: What is the name of the last book you read?

The Hobbit (even though I haven’t finished yet)

43: What’s the difference between loving and liking someone?

No clue... Still trying to figure that out.

44: Where are you most productive?

My art classroom

45: List three things you enjoy doing with friends:

*Complaining about life

*being gay

*Pretend to kidnap one of them my dragging them around the floor during lunch

46: List three things you like to do alone:

*Listen to music

*Think

*Read

47: Do you think that world peace will ever exist?

As long as there are living things on it? Never.

48: Do you have any allergies?

Absolutely none! I knew this kid in the third grade who was allergic to nuts, milk, AND gluten!

49: When was the last time you cussed at someone?

My friend and I got into an argument about who the best actors are during english....

50: What was the last promise you made?

.......Is it bad that I don’t remember?

51: What was your last dream about?

I had a hedgehog (which I really frikin want), and I was taking care of them, and hen this asshole in my grade was in my living room and I had to be nice to him.

52: If you won a trip to Hawaii and could take 5 people with you, who would they be?

*My best friend Kiara

*My friend Raph

*My other friend Molly

*My other other friend Faith

*My dog

53: How many countries have you visited?

1, if you count the fact that I live in one!

54: What is your favorite medium of art?

Music. It moves me so easily.

55: When was the last time someone complimented you?

My friend Laura jokingly complimented my hair during english (we were looking at old english compliments) and she winked at me TyT

56: If you switched bodies with someone, how would you recognize yourself?

uh... hol up, wha?

57: Do you consider yourself mature?

At times, yes.

58: How many days in your life do you think you’ve wasted on tumblr?

so frigin many, but there’s more to come!!!!

59: What is your favorite quote?

“I was so good at sports when I was in high school, that I started a band.”

-Patrick Stump

60: If you started a new religion and you had to create 3 rules or commandments for your new followers to live by, what would those 3 rules be?

*Be kind to all (see how that’s turned out???)

*Spend life learning. Try to find the lesson in your experiences.

*Mental growth is more important than anything

61: What is your greatest accomplishment?

Being alive today.

62: Do you believe in the death penalty?

No, not really.

63: What are your goals in life?

To be a better person than my mother is, and to help others on a mental level.

64: What do you think your soulmate is doing right now?

I honestly have no clue... maybe something weird?

65: If you could live anywhere, where would you live? The place can be in an imaginary, fantasy, or the real world.

I would have to go with.......... oo that’s hard................... the bnha universe T-T I want powers!

66: What were you like in 2013?

I was an awkward, abusive, shitty little child.

67: Do you have a job?

Nope! I’m planning on possibly finding a part-time one soon, though!

68: Tell us a story about your childhood best friend.

His name was Parker, and he was a year older than me. He was my first friend other than my older sister, and I loved him so much. I don’t remember much, seeing as the last time I saw him I was five... It was early fall, just when the leaves start to fall. We had one of those trees in my front year that dropped the seed thingies that twirled around. Parker and I would always toss so many of those in the air until out hands got cold... I really miss him.

69: If you could change one thing in society, what would it be?

I would get rid of corrupt governments and people in positions of power.

70: How many all-nighters have you pulled before?

Never have I pulled one for school, but I find myself staying up til the crack of dawn the day before school starts, usually. Or on nights when I can’t but help contemplate everything to the point of not being able to sleep at all.

71: Is tumblr your favorite website? If not, then what is it?

Tumblr is one of my favorites, but Ao3 has my ass.

72: What is the craziest thing you would do for a million dollars?

Nothing. I tend to be very hard to bribe. But if I reaaallly needed the money, I wouldn’t be able to kill someone, I’ll tell you that.

73: Does money equal happiness?

It can for some people, but not for all.

74: How many times have you experienced true happiness in your lifetime?

I don’t know, a few? I’m never truly happy until my thoughts leave me alone.

75: How many times have you experienced true sadness in your lifetime?

More than happy, I can tell you that.

76: What’s the funniest joke you have ever been told?

My generation is going to save the planet.

77: When was the last time you looked at the news?

We actually watched a news clip during history today!

78: If you could say one thing to the world, what would you say?

Stop being a dick!

79: What is your favorite animal?

A hedgehog!!

80: If you could earn a million dollars for pretending to be dead for three years, would you do it?

NO! I have people who would miss my sorry ass, then murder me for coming back!

81: What is one thing everyone is bad at?

Having a lot of friends. A lot of the time (in my personal experience), the more friends you have, the less time you can spend with them, and the less close you are, until eventually you can’t keep dividing your time!

82: What time do you normally sleep? How many hours do you usually get?

uuuhh... yes, and not enough!

83: Does age necessarily equal maturity?

No, but that does not excuse digusting things like p*****ilia.

84: What is your favorite clothing store?

....The Hot Topical.

85: In the winter- beanies or gloves?

why not both?!?!?!?

86: Would you rather have wings or a fish tail?

Wings. I can’t swim, and I panic underwater.

87: If you had the power to erase someone from the world so that nobody remembered them but you, would you do it?

That depends, does it fuck up history? Cuz in that case, no!

88: What do you fear the most?

Being abandoned by everyone.

89: How many digits of pi can you recite?

3...

90: If you could travel back to one year and relive it again, what year would it be?

2015, so I could leave a better version of my for my friends that I leave at the end of the year,

91: Describe yourself in one word.

Invasive

92: Describe your last victory.

I had a conversation with that asshole from my dream without arguing with him.

93: What is the weirdest thing you have ever seen?

SO! This one time towards the end of the school day in the seventh grade. This one kid (let’s call him V) was sitting next to his friend (C). I look over as I go to shoulder my bag, and V is running his hand down C’s thigh. V catches me looking, and goes “WHAT?! he did it first!” like that made it better! (and it kinda did because that’s still one of my best stories!)

94: What is something you will never forget?

Something traumatic

95: Would you rather forget all of the past, or remember everything in vivid detail?

Vivid detail. Then maybe I could win arguments with my sister!

96: Have you ever broken a bone before?

yeah... I fractured the growth plate in my foot in the sixth grade... by walking.....

97: Is it harder love someone, or hate someone?

love is so hard....

98: Coffee or tea?

I drink both, but tea ftw!

99: What are some little things you do that have changed your life in a positive way?

I have become more friendly with my dog, and he actually likes me now!

100: How many hours do spend on tumblr a day?

quite a fukin few....

#asks #long post #bnhahc #get to know me #get to know jude #not headcanons

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themalhambird · 5 years

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21 Tag

Tagged by @princess-of-france :D

RULES: Answer 21 questions and tag 21 people that you’d like to get to know better. (Make a separate post!)

@verecunda @the-sound-of-distant-thunder

1. Nickname: My dad calls me Sares sometimes which is ironic given that my mum hates names being shortened and chose Sarah partly because it was already so short that people would…not do that (which is annoying, because if she didn’t mind names being shortened she might have put my middle name first, and I like Elizabeth SO much better than Sarah). My stepdad calls me Squidgit (pronounced Squidge it, btw, I don’t know when I decided to spell it squid git, but apparently I did and I’ve only just noticed how it could potentially be misread)

2. Zodiac: Gemini

3. Height: idk and I don’t have a tape measure handy. Over five foot though.

4. Last movie I saw: er… I can’t remember. The last thing I watched on Netflix was two episodes of How To Train Your Dragon: Race to the Edge. I love that franchise.

5. Last thing I googled: The cinema times for HTTYD 3 this Thursday, my dad also loves it so we’re going together

6. Favorite Musicians: Handel, Queen, Keane, Murray Gold.

7. Song stuck in my head: Nothing right now, which is unusual. I had Merlin Buries Lancelot stuck in my head for a bit at work earlier though.

8. Other blogs: I occasionally consider setting up a side blog where I talk about theatre productions I’ve been to see but I don’t know if anyone would actually be interested in that, so…

9. Do I get asks? Yes, frequently, and they always make me very very happy. (If I don’t answer straight away, it’s because I meant to and stuff happened. I’ll get there eventually. Usually.)

10. Followers: 272

11. Following: 244

12. Amount of sleep: it depends, but if you want me to be anything approaching functional in the morning, I need to have had around 7 or 8. I mean, I’ve survived over twenty four hours without sleep before (there was a thing, involving my house keys, and losing them, it sucked majorly) but sleep is good.

13. Lucky number: I don’t have a lucky number. My favourite is thirty three…

14. What am I wearing: My green skinny jeans with six fully functional pockets, blue t-shirt with a badge from Canterbury Cathedral pinned to it, my purple fluffy dressing gown.

15. Dream job: Realistically, working in a bookshop and getting to do fun things with displays and activities for children because children deserve all the book-related fun they can possibly get. Unrealistically, I’m a published author raking in the millions (or at least enough to live on) popular enough to go do book signings in Europe and/or the US (or, y’know, popular enough to warrant doing book signings somewhere.)

16. Dream trip: My biggest motivation for learning to drive* is so I can go to Pontefract Castle. My dream trip would be going from castle to castle in England and Wales, drinking in the Plantagenet/Tudor feels and basking in history and sunshine.

*I am not, currently, learning to drive, I’ve got enough going on without having to figure out that as well. But I’m going to learn at some point.

17. Favorite food: I’m not sure, for me food just sort of tends to…be there. Eating is a thing we have to do so I do it, but I don’t really care enough to have a favourite. Unless drinks count, in which case my favourite food is tea.

18. Play any instruments?: I can. I don’t. I’ve had piano lessons and violin lessons, but I haven’t touched a violin in six years, and the only interest I really have in playing the piano is messing around picking songs out by ear for five, ten minuets till I’m bored and go do other things. I do sing, well enough to sing the alto solo for “O thou that tellest good tiding to Zion” and the soprano solo for “The Heavens are Telling”, and a handful of other fun things with my church choir (granted, the rest of the choir were all in their seventies so I was pretty much the only option, but the choirmaster/organist wouldn’t’ve agreed to do the pieces in the first place if he hadn’t thought I was good enough to pull it off)

19. Favorite song: I don’t have a favourite, as such, there’s lots of different ones I absolutely adore. Father and Son from Guardians of the Galaxy 2 always gives me feels, and is now stuck in my head, so I’ll put that.

20. Random fact about me: I hate phonecalls so much that deciding I was prepared to ring up and ask about buying a drawing was all the proof I needed to know that I really, really, really wanted it.

21. Describe yourself as aesthetic things: The smell of old books. The smell of new books. Daffodils, conkers. Blossom on the trees as spring kicks in and the skies get warmer; walled gardens when the roses are in bloom. Berries in bramble bushes and red and orange leaves crunching underfoot. Excitable Cavalier King Charles Spaniels, grass after rain, ruins, and castles and churches and towns that are so, so old but still standing. That stretch of the River Avon between the theatres and the Church where Shakespeare’s buried. Nice hot tea, thinly ruled notebooks and ink-stained fingers. “You look so pretty without your glasses!” is a trope that can bite me- my glasses are fine thanks, albeit perpetually smudged.

#i'd tag more people but I think the Shakespeare crowd has probably all been covered #if you follow me and want to please feel free to do it and @ me #i'm interested #I just don't know enough of you well enough to tag #...I know the whole point of this is to get to know people better but I worry about being annoying so #anyway thanks @princess-of-france this was super fun #both times round *death glares at tumblr*

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Meet Barbara Dane and Her Proud Tradition of Singing Truth to Power

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Meet Barbara Dane and Her Proud Tradition of Singing Truth to Power

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How Barbara Dane Carries a Proud Tradition of Singing Truth to Power

March 8th, 2021, 12:00AM / BY Theodore S. Gonzalves

Barbara Dane with the Chambers Brothers at the 1965 Newport Folk Festival. (Photo by Diana Davies, Ralph Rinzler Folklife Archives)

There are times when a songwriter, a song, and a moment come together to make an impact beyond anyone’s expectations. That’s precisely what happened when Los Angeles-based songwriter Connie Kim (on stage, she’s MILCK) performed “Quiet” during the Women’s March in Washington, D.C, on January 21, 2017.

Originally written a year before the march with Adrian Gonzalez to address Kim’s personal trauma from an abusive relationship, they turned pain into power: “I can’t keep quiet / A one-woman riot.” A year later, the song served a wider purpose and a much larger audience.

Starting with smaller groups of women singing a cappella in different locations throughout the country, and without the benefit of in-person, live rehearsals, Kim found herself on the National Mall. She’s heard of choirs in Ghana, Sweden, Australia, Philadelphia, New York City, and Los Angeles singing “Quiet.” Her “one-woman riot” grew to millions: “Let it out now / There’ll be someone who understands.”

Kim concedes, “It’s not my song. It’s our song.”

Today on International Women’s Day, it’s time to connect the newest generation of songwriters like MILCK to a long and proud tradition of singing truth to power.

Since the 2016 presidential election, millions of people have found themselves in the streets, holding signs, chanting, singing, occasionally braving inclement weather, and probably meeting others they never expected to know. “I never thought I’d be out here, for hours,” many have said, some taking to protest for the first time in their lives. Maybe it was what was said on the campaign trail, how it was said, or simply who was saying it. For all the first-timers out there, no matter how they feel about the politics of the day, people finding connection in the streets should know that singer-agitator Barbara Dane has been connecting audiences and marchers for years, decades even.

Barbara Dane (left) at the 1966 Newport Folk Festival. (Photo by Diana Davies, Ralph Rinzler Folklife Archives)

As a teen, Dane sang for striking autoworkers in her hometown of Detroit. She attended the Prague Youth Festival in 1947 and connected local protest with stories of young people from around the world. With a natural gift for swinging and singing the blues, she launched a career in jazz that caught the attention of some of the greatest on the scene, like Louis Armstrong. By the end of the 1950s, Dane was featured in Ebony magazine, the first white woman to be featured in those pages and photographed with blues greats.

Forget about the sublime images of suburban life on TV from the 1950s. The postwar years saw millions taking up the banner of decolonization and national liberation. Americans couldn’t ignore those tides and neither could Barbara Dane. Her protest music took her to Mississippi Freedom Schools, free speech rallies at UC Berkeley, and in the coffeehouses where active-duty men and women steered clear of military police and regulations forbidding protests on bases. Dane was seemingly everywhere, leading chants, reinterpreting songs by Woody Guthrie, Pete Seeger, and Sara Ogan Gunning.

By the late 1960s, Dane took up an invitation to visit Cuba, where she was greeted warmly. Did she care about the U.S. State Department’s admonition against making the visit? Her response was sharp and clear: “We’re a country that promotes freedom, so why can’t this free person go where she wants to go?”

It’s no accident that Dane found kindred spirits among the ranks of singers and songwriters working in the nueva canción genre. This was a popular music that celebrated a constellation of impulses and influences, ranging from local, indigenous, folk, and ethnic instrumentation, stylizing, and vocalizing, to lyrics that were political, socially aware, defiant, or even comedic at times. Her Havana trip not only gave her a strong anchor in nueva canción for reference, but she also found singer-songwriters from Europe and Asia who shared those passions and interests.

Album art from Paredon Records (Ralph Rinzler Folklife Archives)

These connections formed the basis of Paredon Records, the recording label she founded with Irwin Silber, a skilled critic and record producer. From 1970 to 1985, Dane and Silber released fifty albums that documented protest music from around the world. The musical messages reflected the stakes and the hopeful dreams of millions trying to make sense of a world dominated by superpowers with world-ending weaponry.

The songs and the writers came from every corner: students from Thailand and the Dominican Republic. Activists from Chile. Mass-party workers from the Philippines and Italy. Working-class rock by Brooklynite Bev Grant, anti-imperialist folk by Berkeley’s Red Star Singers, and anti-patriarchal songs by the New Harmony Sisterhood Band. But don’t think you can reduce Dane’s Paredon collection to merely strident messaging.

Throughout the catalog, you feel Dane’s attention to what it can mean to link the songwriter, the song, and the moment into something soulful and personal. Many of the musicians featured on Paredon trusted Dane because she was also an experienced singer in addition to being the label’s co-founder, writer of dozens of liner notes, and producer. She had the practical experience of knowing life as a working musician in an industry and in social movements dominated by men. She more than held her own. Audiences trusted her politics and attitude. And fellow musicians heard in Dane’s voice the hard life of singing for your living.

Getting out on the road and performing kept her vital and engaged. For Dane, as she explained in the liner notes to Barbara Dane Sings the Blues, the road taught her

what it means to be alive, to value life above anything and rage like a tiger to keep it… to spend it with care instead of trading it for a new car or a fur coat… to treasure the moments that are real between human beings without counting the cost or trying to bargain, because there’s no price on that beauty. The only thing we have, really, is our time alive, and I don’t think they’ve printed enough to buy mine. How about yours?

Folk musician Len Chandler talks with Barbara Dane at a major rally for the Poor People’s Campaign in Washington, D.C., 1968. (Photo by Diana Davies, Ralph Rinzler Folklife Archives)

It’s not too late for MILCK to meet up with Dane. I had the chance to catch Dane’s eighty-fifth birthday concert, where she sold out the Freight and Salvage in Berkeley, California. For the first set, her quintet backed her as she delivered a slate of jazz and blues standards. After the intermission, members of her family performed—her daughter, Nina, singing flamenco; her two sons, Jesse and Pablo, and her grandson on guitar. Toward the very end of the evening, she brought up her entire family, spanning four generations, and had her great-granddaughter step up to the mic to sing.

It was getting late into the evening, and I was going to miss my train back into the city. I left just as Dane led the crowd through chorus after rousing chorus of “We Shall Not Be Moved.” I could hear her strong voice fade as I hit the street and descended into the subway station.

I hope MILCK gets a chance to see Dane, now ninety, perform live. Or maybe they could teach each other their favorite songs. Both of them, so much more than a one-woman riot.

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Above, watch Barbara Dane sing and share stories during the 2020 Smithsonian Folklife Festival’s Sisterfire SongTalk.

Find the two-disc retrospective of Barbara Dane’s recordings, Hot Jazz, Cool Blues & Hard-Hitting Songs, and a vinyl reissue of Barbara Dane and the Chambers Brothers for sale from Smithsonian Folkways Recordings. You can also explore the history, messages, and art of Paredon Records in a new online exhibition.

Theodore S. Gonzalves is curator of Asian Pacific American history at Smithsonian’s National Museum of American History. He is currently writing a cultural history of Paredon Records.

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Mystically Destined - The Musical (Chapter 8 - Good News And Friendships)

Amanda was always a whirlpool of energy. Like a tornado. Whenever she was around it was as if the party had finally started. Being as sarcastic as Vanderwood, as dramatic as Zen and as over the top as Saeyoung, she could be considered as a lot to handle at times, but although Jihyun was a very calm and collected kind of person, he was also used to all that craziness and he rather enjoyed it. In fact he liked her. She was the only woman capable of discomposing his friend Jumin, which was not an easy task to take.

By the time most of the clients were gone, she was finally free to spend some time with them, being as welcomed as she was with the rest of the people she talked to, maybe even more so.

- So, Amanda, are you coming back to us?

- Why yes Zen, I am! It’s so good to see you all again.

- And are you a full on Bartender now?

Yoosung asked, his big purple eyes sparkling.

- I am, cutie. They even offered me an internship on this prestigious hotel, but I wanted to come back home so I denied it.

She looked at Jumin with a smirk.

- I mean, can you all imagine me in an uptight black suit and white shirt, acting all stiff and detached like Jumin here?

He ignored her remark, calmly taking a sip of his drink, eyebrows knitting together. With a tray of empty glasses Lizzy approached the bar where they were all standing, placing the tray on the counter. Still laughing from Amanda’s joke, Saeyoung immediately pulled Lizzy closer with an arm around her shoulders.

- That’s right, Mandy, you haven’t met our new friend yet.

- Oh?

Zen smacked the redhead’s hand away.

- Hey, dude, don’t just go and grab her like that! Amanda, this cute little lady is our new friend and Vanderwood’s new waitress, Lizzy.

Lizzy smiled and stretched out her hand welcoming the girl back. Only Amanda wouldn’t have any of that, she pulled the girl into a friendly hug, surprising her.

- Good to meet you too, girl! It’s good to have a little feminine backup here. Unless…

She jerked her head back looking at Vanderwood still behind the counter, charging the last customers.

- Are you trying to replace me, boss?

Nodding the clients’ goodbye, Vanderwood grabbed the dishcloth resting on his shoulder and resumed cleaning the glasses, giving Amanda a bored look.

- How can I ever replace you?

- Awww… missed me bad, huh?

- Yeah, that was strangely sweet of you.

Smirking at Zen’s comment, Vanderwood placed the cleaned glasses on the cabinet.

- No, I was really asking how…

Everyone laughed and Lizzy moved to go and help Vanderwood cleaning up.

- Come on Vandy, you know your life wouldn’t be the same without me.

- That’s what I was hoping for.

Everyone was in high spirits, bantering and laughing when the door went open and Jaehee came in with a wide grin and flushed face.

- Oh, Jaehee, welcome, you were the only one missing! With you and Amanda here the gang is finally complete.

- Thank you, Zen. Hello Amanda, it’s good to see you again. I actually came bearing good news!

- Did something good happen?

Jumin asked.

- Yes, something really good happened! Mr. Han and The Mystic Boys’s latest single reached number one in our country’s chart of the most listen to song! It’s been the number one favorite song in all the radios across the country and online streaming for the longest time ever. They’re already talking about presenting all of you with golden records!

- Those are awesome news!

Yoosung was beaming and everyone was hugging and congratulating each other.

- We must celebrate. Vanderwood, do you have Champaign?

- What do you think, Jumin?

- We should really get you a few bottles of Champaign.

- The most expensive thing I have is that weird imported wine you brought.

- I suppose that will have to do.

- Ohhhhh, no wine for me, sir! My religion does not permit it, I’ll have a Dr. Pepper.

- Dr. Pepper? What are you, five?

- Nop, I’m Seven!

Saeyoung gave Zen a wide and silly grin.

- What I meant was, it’s lame to celebrate with soda.

- No it’s not! I want one too.

- Not you too, Yoosung!

Amanda elbowed Zen’s arm smiling at Yoosung.

- We better let them drink the soda, remember what happened the last time Yoosung drank beer?

- Oh, yeah, he only took a sip but was sooo wasted.

- Hey! Not true!

- It is so true. But don’t worry Yoo, you were the cutest drunk I have ever had to deal with!

Yoosung’s cheeks became bright red at Amanda’s remark and slight cheek pinch. He looked unsure about either he should thank her or be mad at her.

- Anyways, Vanderwood, beer me!

Holding the glass of wine Vanderwood just gave him, Jumin shook his head.

- A beer? That’s your supposedly “not lame” choice? Youth…

- Shut it, old man!

Undressing her leader jacket, which revealed a lovely one shoulder blue blouse, Amanda moved behind the counter, next to Vanderwood and Lizzy.

- You know, I could fix you all cocktails!

All the boys erupted in excitement.

- Now we’re talking!

- Ok, so, let’s see what I should get you boys…

She pointed at Yoosung.

- Virgin.

- W-what?

The boy was as red as a tomato.

- She means non-alcoholic, Yoosung.

Jihyun explained, smiling kindly at the boy and placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

- Sure she does! Mandy, send me a Virgin too.

- Sure thing, God Seven. Can you write it down, Lizzy? Thanks. So two virgins… hm… actually make it three.

She winked at Saeran.

- One extra sweet?

He gave her an almost imperceptible nod that made Lizzy smile. He sheepishly smiled at her too.

- Now, Jaehee, if I remember correctly, for you a coffee flavoured one.

- That would be great, thank you.

She finger-gunned Zen.

- Zenny!!! Something definitely not sweet.

- You know me, Amanda! The only sweets I can indulge myself with are you beautiful ladies!

- Lord…

Jumin heaved an annoyed sigh, shaking his head. That brought him to Amanda’s attention.

- And for you...

- I'll stick with the wine, thank you.

- Yes, just as I thought: Extra boring!

Zen and Saeyoung laughed although Jumin failed to see the joke.

- Hmmm... what about my new comrade in arms and our lovely V?

- I'll trust your judgement and try whatever you decide.

- Aw, V! See? That's why I like you!

She nudged Lizzy standing next to her.

- Girl, this guy here is the sweetest, kindest guy you’ll ever meet!

Lizzy looked in Jihyun’s eyes, a small blush tinting her cheeks.

- He his.

Jihyun responded to Lizzy’s gaze with a lovingly one of his own.

- Amanda, you are preaching to the choir! This is not their first rodeo…

Saeyoung joked wiggling his brows. Lizzy and Jihyun immediately broke the stare, embarrassed.

- Well… I’ll think about something memorable for you two!

She winked at him while nudging Lizzy again.

Vanderwood was now leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, silently enjoying the friendly racket the boys were making. Amanda moved to him and leaned her arm over his shoulder, which made him immediately tense up.

- And for my boss I'll make something extra cool and strong that will make hair grow in the chest.

- Make sure it’s extra alcoholic as well. See if we can make him share a smile, he’s been seriously grumpy lately.

- Seven, I have a taser and I don’t mind using it!

- Mary~ don’t get all kinky with me, I’m shy.

Vanderwood threatened to break Saeyoung’s neck, but that only made the redhead laugh louder while using Zen’s body to protect himself.

Amanda prepared all the drinks and Lizzy helped deliver them. With everybody holding their cocktails, Jihyun gave his friend a light pat on the shoulder.

- Jumin, I think you, as our Leader, should say a word or two.

The boys all chimed in.

- Yes! Speech, speech!

- Alright. I wasn’t really prepared for this, so I’ll just keep it short: I want to thank you all for your hard work and dedication. All the Mystic Boys for never failing to fulfill any expectations thrown, usually by me, at them; and also Vanderwood for all his support by allowing us to use his pub for rehearsals and basically putting up with us all the time. Without all your efforts, which always impress me immensely, this achievement would have been nothing but a dream. So good work, boys! Cheers!

- Cheers!!!

They all clinked their glasses together in a toast and sipped their drinks. They were delicious and everyone made a comment and congratulated Amanda for it.

Noticing Jumin standing by the bar alone, Lizzy walked to him.

- These drinks Amanda made are quite good. Are you really sticking with wine, Jumin?

- I am, thank you for asking.

Saeyoung joined them, declaring in a loud, joking voice.

- Of course he is! He’s mad about that red red wine.

Zen and Amanda promptly jumped in.

- Crazy about that red red wine.

- Nuts about that red red wine!

Jumin sighed.

- Here we go.

Saeyoung looked at each other’s faces, the same hint of mischief playing in their smiles before they encircled Jumin and Lizzy, dancing and singing Jamaican style.

Seven ~ “Red red wine you make me feel so fine. You keep me rocking all of the time.”

Zen ~ “Red red wine you make me feel so grand. I feel a million dollars when you're just in my hand.”

Amanda ~ “Red red wine you make me feel so sad. Any time I see you go it makes me feel bad.”

They pushed Jumin and Lizzy to the middle of the pub where the others where all standing.

S & A & Z ~ “Red red wine you make me feel so fine. Monkey pack him rizla pon the sweet dep line. The line broke, the monkey get choke, burn bad ganja pon him little rowing boat.”

Saeran fiddled with his I-Pod, choosing the song that started playing through the pub’s speakers. Laughing, Saeyoung and Yoosung linked opposite arms and danced in circles, singing to the song. Zen offered his hand to a flustered Jaehee and they both started dancing and singing as well.

~ “Red, red wine, goes to my head. Makes me forget that I still need her so.”

Amanda pulled Jihyun to dance with her.

~ “Red, red wine, it's up to you, all I can do, I've done, but memories won't go. No, memories won't go.”

With a shrug Lizzy extended both her hand at Saeran next to her who, after a brief hesitation, took them in his and joined the rest of the dancing and singing party.

~ “I'd have sworn that with time. Thoughts of you would leave my head.”

Jumin and Vanderwood moved to the bar, watching the others dance with a small smile on their faces.

~ “I was wrong, now I find. Just one thing makes me forget.”

Everybody started switching dance partners: Amanda stole Saeran from Lizzy with a wink and a “come here, handsome” that obviously made him feel uncomfortable. Saeyoung interrupted Zen and Jaehee’s dance to pull Zen into a silly looking tango. Which made Yoosung and Jaehee pair up together.

~ “Red, red wine, stay close to me. Don't let me be alone. It's tearing apart my blue, blue heart.”

That left Jihyun and Lizzy looking at each other. They haven’t danced together in ages. Jihyun was definitely nervous about it, but he managed to give the girl a soft smile while asking for her hand. She placed her hand in his and their bodies pressed together. Their dancing moves much slower than the rest of the group’s.

~ “I'd have sworn that with time. Thoughts of you would leave my head. I was wrong, now I find. Just one thing makes me forget.”

Saeyoung and Zen interrupted Amanda and Saeran and pulled the girl to them, each throwing an arm around her shoulders, forming a small circle.

~ “Red, red wine, stay close to me. Don't let me be alone. It's tearing apart my blue, blue heart. Red red wine.”

Saeran tried to escape, but his brother pulled him to the circle too, between him and Amanda.

S & A & Z ~ “Red red wine I'm gonna hold to you, hold on to you cause I know your love true.”

~ “Stay close to me.”

They pulled Yoosung and Jaehee into the circle too, between Zen and Saeyoung.

S & A & Z ~ “Red red wine I'm gonna love you till I die. Love you till I die and that's no lie.”

~ “Don’t let me be alone.”

Zen grabbed Lizzy’s hand, dragging both her and Jihyun to join them.

S & A & Z ~ “Red red wine can't get you off my mind. Wherever you may be I'll surely find.”

~ “It's tearing apart my blue, blue heart.”

The song ended and they all cheered with their hand in the air.

- Group hug!!!

Saeyoung shouted while running to Vanderwoon yanking on his arm, helped by Amanda, both basically dragging him to the group.

- Come on, Silver Spoon, you too!

Zen called. Lizzy and Jihyun both smiled big and extended their arms to him. Jumin set his glass on the counter and reluctantly walked to them, immediately being embraced by both.

- This is by far the silliest celebration I have even been to.

Everyone laughed at Jumin’s remark and all together in a huge group hug, random cheers and congratulatory remarks were shouted.

Zen was running in the park as usual. He normally went for runs at an earlier time, but the celebration from the night before ran late and he still had to have his beauty sleep. After all, God gave him those amazing looks so the least he could do was take good care of himself and his health.

People were staring as he passed by. But that was nothing new. People always stared at him, even if they did not recognize him as a member of The Mystic Boys. He would occasionally smile, if he happened to exchange glances with someone, but mostly he just ignored the fact that they were watching him. He was used to it.

He never really took more than a small glance at the people that strolled or ran in the park. He wasn’t really the kind to look for pretty girls to show off to, but one particular pretty girl got ahold of his attention. Enough for him to stop on his tracks. A lovely and familiar strawberry blond hair framed her beautiful face. She wasn’t staring at him like everyone else, she was looking at the wild flowers that were sprouting from the grass near the fence. She seemed happy and serene. She looked like a princess.

- Lizzy?

She turned around surprised, but as soon as she saw Zen’s familiar face she smiled. He was dressed in a grey and black tracks suit, his long hair in his usual ponytail. He knew he still looked amazing, even dressed so simply. Smiling, he jogged to her.

- Hey, babe! I can’t believe I still get to see you on your day off, I lucked out!

She giggled. She had such a cute giggle. Zen could lose himself in her bright smiling blue eyes.

- What were you watching so attentively?

- Oh, the flowers, they’re sprouting. Aren’t they lovely?

- Well, not as lovely as you!

- Oh, Zen! You shouldn’t really say those things.

- I’m serious, babe. We were getting pretty tired of the sausage fest going on at Stark’s since Amanda left. And then you showed up, like an angel, to brighten our days! Want to take a walk with me?

- Of course.

They strolled slowly through the park, Zen assuring Lizzy that she was not interrupting his morning run and that spending the morning walking with her was a much better exercise. He wasn’t going to tell her that looking at her under the bright and shiny sun was making his heart beat faster than running ever could, though.

- Can I ask you something? Do you enjoy our songs?

- I do, yes. I think you are all very talented and well deserving of those golden records!

- Haha! Thank you. You hear us when we’re only rehearsing so I’ll take your words as a great compliment.

- Please do.

- And… what do you think of my voice?

- I think your voice is beautiful and always so full of emotion. I rather like a lot. Why do you ask?

Zen scratched the back of his neck, blushing a little.

- Well it’s just that… sometimes it’s hard to say if the ladies like me because of my singing or because of my looks. I mean, I do have a beautiful, divine, face but that’s not what I want to be recognized for, you know?

Lizzy smiled.

- You are very handsome. But I’m sure they all enjoy your voice and performance as well. You love what you do and it shows when you perform. It’s impossible not to enjoy and appreciate your work when you do it so passionately. At least that’s what I think.

Zen felt as if a weight he never knew he was carrying was just lifted from his shoulders. Relief flowing through his body, relaxing his tensed up muscles. He gave her his most honest and boyish smile.

- Oh, man, I feel so happy hearing you say that!

He hadn’t realized until that moment that he was feeling a little undeserving of that golden record, if indeed they were to receive it. He always gave his all to The Mystic Boys, but he was mostly referred to as the handsomest band member or something in the lines of that. His looks being mentioned before his skills. That took a bigger toll on him than he was thinking. But Lizzy’s words made him feel better. She was truly amazing.

- I’m so glad I got to meet you! I don’t mean here today, I mean I’m glad I had a chance to know you.

- Thank you Zen! I’m glad I got to meet you too.

She touched his arm lightly with her hand and smiled at him. God, she was so cute. He knew he could be a bit of a flirt and normally wasn’t taken very seriously, but he actually liked her. If only she wasn’t already in love with V…

A group of small children coming from a nearby snack kiosk ran through them holding ice-creams and laughing happily, making Lizzy cling to his arm to steady herself, laughing almost as happily as the children around them. Zen was laughing as well, while trying to conceal the fact that his face was quickly heating up by her sudden proximity.

- You know, I had a terrible night thinking I wouldn’t see you today!

She laughed, letting go of his arm. Her warmth being immediately missed.

- Oh, Zen, there you go saying those things again.

- I’m serious! Listen out.

He gave her a mischievous smile.

~ “It's too hard to sleep.

He twitched his brow, an alluring spark dancing in his eyes.

~ “I got the sheets on the floor, nothing on me.”

Taking small rhythmic steps he half-undressed his jacket, leaving it hanging in his upper arms, secured by his biceps. Then with a movement he got it back in place and spun around, immediately taking a sliding step back with one arm outstretched and the other behind his back.

~ “And I can't take it no more, it's a hundred degrees. I got one foot out the door, where are my keys? 'Cause I gotta leave yeah.”

Picking a chair from the kiosk’s terrace he sat himself behind a guy that was pretending to drive a car.

~ “In the back of the cab. I tipped the driver 'head of time, get me there fast.

He stretched out his legs and leaned behind, arms behind his head, fingers intertwined and eyes closed.

~ “I got your body on my mind, I want it bad.”

Lifting his butt from the seat he moved his hips in a sexy and less-than-innocent way.

~ “Oh just the thought of you gets me so high. So high.”

He got up and stepped on the chair, getting one foot on the seat and the other on the backrest, and forced it to stylishly fall over.

~ “Girl, you're the one I want to want me.”

A group of handsome (although not as handsome as Zen) guys appeared behind her, all in workout sets, and Zen jogged to them.

~ “And if you want me, girl you got me. There's nothing I, no I wouldn't do.”

Guys ~ “I wouldn't do.”

He pointed at her and gave her one of those earth shattering super-star smiles.

~ “Just to get up next to you.”

With a bow they threw their elbows to the sides. Twice to one side, one to each side then twice to the other side. They repeated the movement and then started pulling invisible weights from left to right and from right to left, while criss crossing their legs.

~ “Girl, you're the one I want to want me; and if you want me, girl you got me. There's nothing I, no I wouldn't do.“

Guys ~ “I wouldn't do.”

Zen spun around and moved to the flower stand close by.

~ “Just to get up next to you. Just to get up next to you.”

He picked a small and pretty flower and sniffed it.

~ “You open the door. Wearing nothing but a smile down to the floor.”

Keeping is hand behind his back he moonwalked to Lizzy, ending with a pirouette.

“And you whisper in my ear, "Baby I'm yours".

He tucked the flower behind her ear with a smile.

~ “Ooh just the thought of you gets me so high.”

Guys ~ “So high.”

~ “So hiiiiigh.”

Grabbing her hand he draw her to dance with him in a lightly mambo style.

~ “Girl, you're the one I want to want me; and if you want me, girl you got me. There's nothing I, no I wouldn't do.”

Guys ~ “I wouldn't do.”

~ “Just to get up next to you.”

He grabbed hold of her waist and lifted her in the air, on top of his head. She was surprised but managed to harden her body, with her arms wide open, so that he could support her easily.

~ “Girl, you're the one I want to want me; and if you want me, girl you got me.

Putting her back down, he made her spin and then dipped her.

~ “There's nothing I, no I wouldn't do.”

He pulled her back up.

Guys ~ “I wouldn't do.”

Holding each other by the waist with one hand, they moved around in a circle a few time until they let go of each other.

~ “Just to get up next to you. Just to get up next to youu.”

He walked backways to the water fountain, smiling at Lizzy.

~ “Just the thought of you gets me so high, so high.”

He climbed to its edge, pretending to almost fall back.

~ “Oh just the thought of youuu, oh.”

He kicked the water all around the edge of the fountain to the rhythm of the beat.

~ “Gets me so high, so hiiigh.”

He jumped high from the fountain’s edge and the rest of the scattered around guys followed him. They were all stepping rhythmically in Lizzy’s direction while snapping their fingers.

~ “Girl, you're the one I want to want me; and if you want me, girl you got me. There's nothing I, no I wouldn't do.”

Zen ran to her, picking her up in his arms.

Guys ~ “I wouldn't do.”

~ “Just to get up next to you.”

Placing her down and tugging on her hand he took her to the kiosk’s chairs and helped her do the same chair falling trick by holding to her hand.

~ “Girl, you're the one I want to want me; and if you want me, girl you got me. There's nothing I, no I wouldn't do.”

Lizzy climbed the next chair and from there to the table with Zen always holding her hand.

Guys ~ “I wouldn't do.”

~ “Just to get up next to you.”

She jumped into his arms and he held her, bridal style.

~ “I would do anything.”

Guys ~ “Just to get up next to you.”

He slowly twirled around while holding her in his arms.

~ “Anything and everything.”

Guys ~ “Just to get up next to you.”

~ “Babe.”

Guys ~ “Just to get up next to you.”

They were laughing at each other and trying to catch their breaths, Lizzy still in Zen’s arms, when their heard a very well-known nasally voice.

- Hum… Zen?

They looked back to where Saeyoung and Saeran stood. The first had a silly grin on his face, the second an annoyed look in his eyes.

Zen set Lizzy down on the floor and pushed his hands into his track suit’s pockets.

- Hey! If it isn’t the Choi brothers!

The four friends decided to continue their little walks around the park together, happy to have met each other by chance.

Saeran was walking a little ahead of them and since Zen and Saeyoung were engrossed in a conversation about band’s stuff, Lizzy fastened her strides to meet the white haired boy.

- Hey.

- …Hey.

Pretending not to notice his bad mood, Lizzy linked arms with him, speaking in a secretive way.

- You know, Saeran, my friend Lucy told me about this great place that serves sweet drinks with ice cream balls in it. Want to come with me sometime?

He glanced over the shoulder to his friends, making sure they weren’t listening, then looked at his feet answering in a barely audible voice.

- I guess...

- Great! It's a date then!

His face grew as pink as the tips of his hair and he smiled at her. And immediately they felt his brother’s arm around their shoulders, his face appearing between theirs.

- Oooooh a date! I wanna come with!

- Yeah, me too, I want to try that ice-cream drink thing.

Zen pushed his face between them as well. Saeran furrowed his eyebrows.

- You don't even like sweet drinks.

- Well I like to try everything once…

He winked at Lizzy provocatively, making her laugh. Putting a hand on his face, Saeran pushed him away. But Zen started to mess around with him, until they were bickering at each other and pretending to fight.

Lizzy smiled watching them, finding their friendship endearing.

- I feel like I should thank you.

Saeyoung was walking next to her, watching Zen and his brother play around.

- How come?

- Because I’ve never seen him so interested in a girl before.

She gave him a puzzled look.

- My brother. He’d never shown interest in girls before you came around.

- Oh, he is a very sweet guy. We just understand each other, that’s all.

- I see.

They watched the boys bickering and pushing each other while running to join them, their faces flushed from all the running and laughing. And after a small discussion, they all agreed to go get something to eat together, none of them wanting to part ways that soon.

*** Chapter Songs***

Red Red Wine (by UB40) Jamaican Cover

Want To Want Me by Jason Derulo

#Mystically Destined - The Musical #chapter 8 - good news and friendships #fanfic #my first fanfic #zen #jihyun #saeyoung #saeran #lizzy #jaehee #amanda #yoosung #Vanderwood #jumin

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Sarah Brightman On New ‘A Christmas Symphony’ Livestream And Embracing The Christmas Spirit During Pandemic

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Sarah Brightman On New ‘A Christmas Symphony’ Livestream And Embracing The Christmas Spirit During Pandemic

LOS ANGELES, CA – NOVEMBER 28: Sarah Brightman performs at the 5th annual Holiday Tree Lighting at … [] L.A. LIVE & opening of LA Kings Holiday Ice held at Nokia Plaza L.A. LIVE on November 28, 2012 in Los Angeles, California. (Photo by Tommaso Boddi/WireImage)

Amidst turbulent times during a holiday season defined by the quarantine of pandemic, music can be an uplifting force.

As the world’s best-selling soprano, vocalist and musician Sarah Brightman has moved in excess of 30 million records, first tackling the holiday season in song on the A Winter Symphony album in 2008.

Brightman is no stranger to holiday-themed concert tours. But as COVID-19 continues to upend live music, the singer has been forced to think outside the box, launching her first ever livestream performance this weekend.

Sarah Brightman: A Christmas Symphony will originate from the historic setting of London’s Christ Church Spitalfields, a fully restored, English Baroque-style Anglican church built in the early 1700s. It’s a global livestream event which will broadcast in four time zones on December 20 and 21.

“Christmas, for me, has always meant a lot. I have a huge family and we’re very close. So those moments of being together – as I’m sure it is for many other families in the world that celebrate Christmas – are important,” said Brightman of the idea of Christmas in 2020 which, for many, will mean being away from loved ones despite the special time. “This has been very, very challenging. I find a huge amount of people, even close people that I know, their spirits have gone really downhill. I’m just hoping that everybody will look back on this and just take on what happened, understand it, learn by it and, at the same time, say, ‘That was a blip year. We need to move on.’”

More than just staging an entertaining holiday special, Brightman’s Christmas livestream was born out of the necessity of helping others during a more stressful than usual holiday season.

During the internet era, monetizing recorded music has become more difficult than ever before. With live performance off the table indefinitely, many are struggling to find work and make ends meet.

For Brightman, putting people back to work was crucial. But equally important was making sure A Christmas Symphony contained a charitable component.

In the spirit of giving back, and in recognition of the increased level of difficulty for charities operating during a global pandemic, Brightman has partnered with the Global Foodbanking Network, a group which oversees food banks in over 40 countries, feeding nearly 17 million people each year.

“A lot of people have lost their homes. And a lot of people don’t have enough food. And that really, really upsets me – and I’m sure everybody else,” said Brightman. “So, actually, this thing I wanted to do, this streaming event, we really thought about which charity we could sort of put ourselves with and maybe help in some way. You have to think of others continually in this situation and be very understanding,” she said.

“I’m not the most technically savvy person on the planet. But once I got my head around the idea and worked out what I could do, I thought it would be a lovely way to employ a lot of musicians that weren’t working very much and employ people in a specific filming area with production teams. Even within rehearsals, there’s been a huge amount of COVID monitoring by COVID monitors. Everybody is going to be very spaced apart in it,” said Brightman of the livestream event. “I worked very closely with the lighting designer and my set person, whom I’ve worked with for years. They’ve come up with a beautiful concept in this lovely old church in old London, in Spitalfield – which is always an interesting area for me. It’s a beautiful space to work in and the lighting’s going to be beautiful. It’s hymns and songs that lift people’s spirits and make it very spiritual and beautiful.”

One of the reasons holiday music continues to resonate is the warmth provided by the familiarity of the Christmas canon. But the songs are familiar to artists and fans alike and, as a result, tend to carry expectations. People expect to hear them a certain way. That can make it difficult for musicians to approach the material with a fresh perspective.

For Brightman and company, the key to keeping things fun and interesting was in maintaining a respectful balance between the old and new. Bing Crosby’s televised 1977 duet with David Bowie on “Peace on Earth/Little Drummer Boy” was an inspiration, a performance in which visual presentation was equally as powerful as the audio delivered.

“There’s a reason why these pieces have stayed around for so long: because they’re written so well. So you can’t veer away too much, musically, from them. Maybe bring in different things with the arrangements, etc.,” said Brightman.

“For example, there’s a song I do with Andrew Lloyd Webber which he wrote years ago – actually for a movie called The Odessa File. It was actually set within a Christmas scene in that movie. He wrote ‘Christmas Dream’ with Tim Rice. We’ve been working on the arrangement and giving it a completely different flavor – bringing in bells and all sorts of things that he didn’t have in the original recording of it. And singing it with a different perspective,” said Brightman of a performance with Andrew Lloyd Webber which will take place during the A Christmas Symphony special. “I’ll also be singing ‘Silent Night.’ People have different ways of doing ‘Silent Night.’ But I’ve always felt that simplicity gives the best message. And I have a particular voice that works well with that. So I just work with them in the way that I love to work with these pieces. And they’re always a little different than the way that we originally know it when we’re singing it in church around Christmas at that time.”

LONDON – OCTOBER 9: (L-R) Earl Carpenter, Sarah Brightman, Sir Andrew Lloyd-Webber and Rachel … [] Barrell attend the 20th Birthday celebratory performance of The Phantom of the Opera at Her Majesty’s Theatre in London’s Haymarket on October 9, 2006 in London, England. (Photo by Dave Benett/Getty Images)

The reworked take on “Christmas Dream” is the product of pandemic, as Brightman and Webber swapped ideas during socially distanced park sessions while walking their dogs in New York City.

But Lloyd Webber won’t be the only guest. The livestream will also feature a full orchestra, Trinity College chorister, choir Gregorian and Welsh singer Aled Jones, whose voice was featured on an updated take of “Walking in the Air,” the Howard Blake-penned centerpiece of the 1982 animated British TV film The Snowman, which climbed the UK charts again in 1985 thanks to Jones’s vocal.

“This was a personal thing of mine in that I love the movie The Snowman. It’s something that takes me back to innocence and as a child growing up through Christmases in Britain. That movie really captures that. It’s very special. So to have Aled come onto the show will be wonderful,” explained Brightman. “He’ll sing his part as an adult. And the part that he sang as a child will be taken by a lovely chorister named Leo. He’s just a small boy but he sings beautifully. So that’s a lovely touch to it. I think it’s just going to be a beautiful, magical night. This is an evening that I would like to watch just before Christmas. And I hope that everybody else enjoys it.”

Limited edition merchandise is available to accompany this weekend’s holiday livestream. And, with tour dates scheduled to take place next winter in support of her twelfth studio album Hymn, Brightman looks forward to what lies ahead in 2021.

Productive amidst quarantine during the coronavirus pandemic, the vocalist remains optimistic despite uncertain times.

“I became quite sort of introspective about things. And, actually, this time also gave me time to really work on my vocals. Because, often, as a touring artist, you don’t get that much time to do that. So I’ve been able to do a huge amount of work and discover things vocally that I can do that I never thought that I could,” observed Brightman, who already sings in a range encompassing more than three octaves. “I think that we’ll all move as artists incredibly fast. Because we’re so desperate to get back out there. Our way of living our lives is about communication – we communicate with our musicianship in whatever form that is. And without that, we kind of die in a way. We get very depressed. This is what we do. So I think we’re just raring to go and will be very happy to do whatever we can to get it all going again.”