#whether it’s the normal one or the acoustic one

[neckdeep--in--realfriends]

Jesus Christ, I'm twenty-six

All the people I've graduated with

All have kids

All have wives

All have people who care if they come home at night

#this song in any capacity #whether it’s the normal one or the acoustic one #this part #Everytime #makes me feel things #passing through a screen door #the wonder years #burst and decay #Spotify

[ham1lton]

i’m with the band.

pairing(s): lando norris x singer!reader

warnings: v slightly angsty? but happy ending.

summary: pop band CHANGE! has just released their anticipated third album; however, fans notice that the songs seem to tell an unsavory story….

author's note: i didn’t know whether u wanted me to do a happy song or sad but i like drama. i refer to y/n’s bandmates by their roles. so guitarist, bassist and drummer so you can add their names in! also this album is loosely based on SAWAYAMA and 5sos’s album youngblood. listen to them both if u haven’t!! incredible albums. if you can name all these songs that have been mentioned then MWAH!!! 😍

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changeband: thank you so much to the best, coolest and awesomest fans in the fucking planet. shoutout to everyone who showed up to our listening party in philly last week! you were metal as hell and we loved meeting everyone of you. no more fomo for the rest of you all now that our newest album is now out! please stream and buy and recommend to your friends and family and colleagues and even that annoying neighbour that everyone hates. we love you and we love this album!! here are some behind the scenes pics of us making and brainstorming this baby!

user1: this album is sooo good!

user2: ooh y/n got her masters in cuntology with a concentration in motherlogical studies from the university of servington… that NOTE in dynasty??? oh goddddd.

-> user4: DYNAAAASSSSTTTTYYYY 🗣️🔊

user3: the casual photo dump like they haven’t released the album of the CENTURY?

user8: you guys have come such a far way from working minimum wage and having to pool money for a recording booth omg. i’m so proud of you guys 🥺

*liked by changeband.*

user5: the way guitarist is eating this album. whoever greenlit her guitar solos i want to kiss them on the mouth.

user28: bad friend is my fav! both the acoustic vers and the normal vers!! PUT UR HANDS UP IF UR NOT GOOD AT THIS STUFF!!!! 😍😍

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ham1ltonshaderoom: girl band CHANGE! have released their new album ‘babylon’ and it has sent twitter in flames after the first tweet (pictured above) went viral. especially after the songs ‘lie to me’ and ‘want u back’ both contain lyrics that have sent fans of the power couple lando norris and y/n l/n spiralling. what do you all think of the drama ham1ltons?

user1: i do think it’s slightly suspicious… not necessarily a break up confirmation but it’s interesting. especially as she didn’t even bother to confirm or deny whether or not they’re still together on jimmy fallon….

user2: why do we speculate into these celebs lives? if they broke up, who cares and if they’re together… who cares?

hater1: who gives a fuck. she can’t even sing.

-> user3: you clearly gaf if you’re commenting under y/n related posts???

loveislanduk: don’t worry y/n! if need be, you can always find a new man on the island!

-> user98: messy asf 😭

user6: is tkl supposed to be y/n talking about how lando was super adored and that although he could have any girl, she’d be the only one who really loved him?

-> user4: tokyo love hotel is a homage to drummer’s japanese heritage not a lando worship song?? also it’s a metaphor for their heritages as three of them are women of colour who grew up in the west and saw their cultures exoticised.

-> user6: ‘yeah your fascination is my world’. that could be interpreted as her saying ‘your obsession is my boyfriend’.

-> user4: girl yeah but that’d be a lazy one would it not? lando ain’t that special 😭 i think that it’s reductionist to make everything she writes about a man and not her.

user44: calling the album babylon after the bible story? maybe they started with the idea of creating this amazing relationship and then grew apart? they stopped speaking each other’s language?

-> user56: maybe you need to put this energy into analysing your resume and figuring out why you’re still unemployed….

user65: idc if she broke up with that troll because that’d mean drummery/n will thrive!!

-> user9: um… u mean guitaristy/n??

-> user34: both wrong. bassisty/n is the best version!!!

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CHANGE’S INTERVIEW W/ JIMMY FALLON (transcript)

JIMMY FALLON: welcome, everyone! we have a special treat for you tonight. please give it up for the current leaders of the world charts, the incredible band CHANGE!"

(audience applause as the girls take their seats)

FALLON: alright, alright! now, there have been some rumours swirling around about your latest album and its connection to some personal matters. especially in regards to y/n. care to shed some light on that?

Y/N: well, jimmy, first of all, thank you for having us. i’m aware that there have been some rumours, but you know how it is. people love to speculate. our music is definitely personal, and yeah, it does reflect some of what's been going on in my life but i want to set the record straight. the songs on our album are inspired by a variety of our experiences, including relationships, but they're not always directly about any specific individuals. sometimes i’m inspired by other forms of media or my loved ones’ experiences. that’s the joy of making art, it can be whatever you want.

DRUMMER: yeah, and y/n is such a talented songwriter. she has this incredible ability to channel her emotions into our music and make you feel whatever she wants.

BASSIST: exactly. we're just here to make music that connects with people, and if our songs happen to resonate with someone going through a breakup? then we've done our job.

FALLON: is it true that you’re performing two songs for us tonight? can you confirm which ones?

GUITARIST: yes! we’re performing ‘want u back’ and ‘frankenstein’. both of our newest singles from babylon.

FALLON: well, you heard them, folks! get ready for an amazing performance from CHANGE!

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yourusername: we’re fine y’all perfectly fine please don’t call paw patrol.

user1: OH THANK GOD.

landonorris: she’s lying. i’m in my lemonade era…🍋

-> user23: you wish you could be that iconic. you’re in your dogwater era.

-> landonorris: UNPROVOKED???

user3: we needed this confirmation.

user8: PARENTS AREN’T DIVORCED WE WON 🙌

landonorris: now can you release the bonus tracks please please please 🙏🏼 ‼️😩

-> bassist: no :)

-> guitarist: yes :)

-> drummer: one of them is lying… guess who and i’ll send the whole album plus excluded tracks.

-> landonorris: … um 😅 guitarist?

-> drummer: WRONG ‼️ but i’m scared you’re gonna complain to y/n so i’ll send them over to you 🙄

user27: at least we’re back to having lando being CHANGE!’s biggest fans. what did he think of ‘exile’?

-> yourusername: he cried so hard he threw up.

-> user27: real shit.

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[birdwonder]

Hoodie x reader and Masky x reader hcs?? Plsss 🙏🙏

MASKY & HOODIE DATING HCs.

WARNINGS just fluff this time ! MASKY . . . - Compared to his hooded partner in crime, Tim takes much longer to accept his feelings and even think to make some sort of a move on you. He's had crushes before growing up - when life was a bit more normal - so it wasn't like he didn't recognise the change. Though, it was likely a small feeling that turned into something bigger over time.

- He probably caught himself smiling at a witty remark you shot back at him after he said something snide. Didn't think much of it then. But the more you talked, the more he appreciated your company and eventually, he found himself longing to be around you more. - The only problem is, he doesn't want to like you. It was a danger to you and himself. He thought he could keep you away with rude scoffs and the occasional silent treatment but you stuck by. You were loyal. It was impossible to keep you away and even when you weren't there, you lingered in his mind. - It all comes together eventually and when you do start dating, he's just as much a bastard as he was before. He's throwing sarcastic comments at you like always but this time Tim follows them up by wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck. It makes his bullying a bit more bearable. - He doesn't want to baby you but he is protective, whether he wants you to know it or not. Tim rarely lets you do anything dangerous alone and is likely blowing up your phone when he does. His messages are three words max but you can tell by the short spaces between them that he's worried. - Loves to pretend everything is normal and play house. Wake up in the morning, kiss your cheek while you nestle in your shared bed, and fry up a mean breakfast. In his ideal world, he would have a white wedding with you and live in the countryside, but he'll settle for an abandoned cabin in the woods if it meant being with you. - Man knows how to play the acoustic guitar and is more than happy to show it off to you. Tim won't want to sing but good or bad, he'd happily hear you do so. Maybe if you seem to have enough fun, he'll join in.

HOODIE . . . - Brian is much quicker accepting he likes you, but that doesn't mean he's any faster in actually asking you out. Similar to Masky, he does worry about the dangers of dating while being a proxy. As a result, he convinces himself that he doesn't have to date you, it'll be just as satisfying to flirt with you and pretend in his head that you guys are a couple. - He'll start your conversations as normal and suddenly slip in something sweet, maybe mentioning how you don't look half-bad in those jeans or that he'd love to show you something new during training - just one-on-one. Anything to get even a smile or a flustered reaction is enough to satisfy his internal delusion. - But eventually, he'll need more. Eventually, Brian moves on to casually throwing his arm over the back of the couch as you sit beside him, slowly inching it closer until it's practically resting on your shoulders. He'll get into the habit of leaning in close when you guys speak, like he's going to kiss you, only to back off and walk away. - If he doesn't cave, you probably might with all these mixed signals he's giving you. What he would need most of all is for you to admit you're willing to risk everything to date him, and the moment you do - he's yours. - A pretty handsy lover honestly, if you're in the same room he has to have some sort of contact with you. Arm over the shoulder, hand on your thigh, or best of all you're sat on his lap while his arms are wrapped around your waist. He's similar to Masky where his witty comments don't leave when you start dating but it's easier to shut him up with a kiss since he loves making out. - Brian likes to spend as much of his free time with you as possible, even if it's the two of you doing your own thing in the same room in comfortable silence. He just likes to have you around, somewhere he knows you're safe. - Loves to spoil you verbally but this time he can be a lot less restricted. He can straight up say what he's thinking and tell you what he's thinking the second it's in his mind. His praises can be really specific, like how he likes your dimples or the way your baby hairs frame your face. No detail goes unnoticed. - He's obsessed with getting candid photos of you. If you're splitting your sides with laughter in front of the sun he has to take the picture. Probably has a whole photo album dedicated to you that he goes through when you're away. He also loves to film memories and at the end of each year look back through that year's events.

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #masky x reader #hoodie x reader #tim wright x reader #brian thomas x reader #requests #SORRY I DID THIS SO FAST... U ASKED FOR FAV CHARAS LOL !! #also i promise i can write darker stuff but i didnt wanna do it too soon and w/o permissions

[brandogenius]

hiii angel im loving it your writing !! could you write julien x reader where reader has a pretty normal life (maybe even a school teacher) and they just met through one of the boys (maybe phoebe or lucy’s childhood best friend)?

thank u so much 🥺

hi lovely! thank you so much! this is such a cute request of course!

‼️RPF‼️

- HC Julien x childhood friend reader

- you are a middle school teacher. you teach music and english

- growing up one of your childhood best friend was lucy. the two of you were neighbours who used to play together throughout all the summer.

- the two of you were like a duo. as you both grew up, going through middle school to highschool to college both of you stayed in contact.

- watching lucy blow up and get recognised was something you deeply admired. you couldn’t help but feel so proud for her.

- you were boygenius’s first fan. been there from the beginning. lucy would invite you to go on tour with her but unfortunately would have to decline. you had college and exams to do.

- a couple of years later you got your degree and are a full time school teacher. you moved from your hometown to LA for more opportunities.

- you and lucy still are in touch to this day! meeting up whenever both of you have two free schedules that day. but it was different this time

- lucy was coming to visit but also bringing the boys with her. dare you say it was a bit nerve racking

- you haven’t met any phoebe or julien yet, only heard so much about them from what lucy would share on your nightly gossip calls.

- lucy arriving to your house with the boys behind her

- julien was the first to shake your hand. big grin over her face with a slight blush. phoebe nudging jbs side with a smirk

- obviously lucy has talked about you to the boys. showing photos of you on your instagram or photos you both took together.

- you caught juliens eye. the way you smile in the photos or the dresses you wear had her flustered

- she was so excited to meet you today. contemplating whether or not it’s a good idea to bring flowers

- “dude no, wait- listen! flowers? that’s a good welcoming gift no? or is it too romantic- i’m trying for be nice! i don’t want her to think i’m trying to hit on her”

- the four of you end up chatting all night long. playing games and talking about music

- julien really liked your house- it sounds random but the vibe just feels like you

- there’s framed artwork on the walls, a book shelf in the corner filled with books julien knew. some she recognised that lucy bought. flowers in various vases and plants around the house old acoustic guitar propped up against the wall. it screamed you

- you had almost an aura around yourself. one that shined like when you walk in the room the atmosphere changes quickly, positivity and happiness radiating. it made julien relax in your presence

#pom writes #julien baker x reader #julien baker au #julien baker x fem!reader #julien baker x teacher reader #julien baker one shot #julien baker fluff #julien baker fanfic #boygenius au #boygenius fanfic #boygenius one shot #boygenius x reader

[captainenjolras]

Well guys I told you I’d be back with more

Demon hcs

So let’s go

They’re restless. They always have to be doing something, whether that’s actually being up and about or just bouncing a leg. Also like all of them are AuDHD get fucked

Crowley is a good singer and plays the guitar (electric and acoustic)

Beelzebub is really good at skateboarding. No I won’t explain why it just fits to me

All demons have a little tattoo/mark of their animal somewhere. For Crowley, it’s obviously mostly on the side of their face, Beelzebub’s on their shoulder, Dagon’s is just below their chest, Hastur’s is on his knee, etc..

Crowley has EDS and deals with chronic pain

This one’s kinda angsty so apologies. Before they fell, Beelzebub had long, gorgeous hair that they took great pride in. As punishment during their trial, it was messily cropped off. They grew it out again after falling, but after a heated argument with Gabriel (pre-relationship obv and dw they made up), they cut it off again for good in a sense of taking back their power/as an f you to heaven

As mentioned on my last post, demons are very physical, where as angels aren’t normally. The most physical contact angels have with one another regularly is just a handshake, where as demons will be all over their friends/partners as if it’s the most casual thing. Also they definitely bite to show affection cause I was exposed to that hc and I love it

Dagon’s dyed their hair with Crowley a few times

The different circles of hell each have their own atmosphere/vibe, and there’s more than just 9

Fem!Asmodeus and they/it Mammon :)

The nightclubs in hell are fucking insane (cmon we all saw that three second dance party in hell clip)

This was more so a fic I was writing but Dagon/Beelzebub/Crowley/Eric band because I said so

Demons have no filters. Anything that comes to mind will be said without hesitation

They also have no sense of space. Limbs spread out everywhere, way to close to one another, talking/laughing way to loudly, etc..

I will be back ❤️

#good omens headcanons #good omens #good omens demons #Crowley #Shax #beelzebub #Dagon #eric the disposable demon #Hastur #go #go hcs #good omens hcs #ineffable spouses #ineffable bureaucracy #ineffable administrators

[bigricc]

Mixed Messages

Thank you for the love on the sneak peek of this that I posted a while back! Hope this lives up to it. As always, let me know what you think!

It was almost 2 o’clock in the morning, your eyes heavy and head yearning for a pillow to sink into. It was quiet in the arrivals area of Perth airport, save for the occasional sigh of impatience from the man leant against the wall. Your phone had died moments prior, as a result of flicking between an online flight tracker and the text exchange between you and Daniel, waiting for any hint that his plane had landed. Footsteps pull your eyes up from your phone, tired passengers flooding from around the corner, calling loved ones and digging through bags for car keys. You almost think he’s not coming; that this was some elaborate prank to keep you up into the early hours of the morning. But then, there he is. Big hoodie and all. He looks tired, but he’s smiling at you with the same energy he always seems to have.

Before you have the chance to look at him properly, to really see him in a way that you haven’t in months, he’s bringing his palm to the back of your neck and pulling you into his chest. With a groan, he wraps both arms around your shoulders, bending over to shove his nose into your collarbone.

The car ride back to his house is quiet, an acoustic playlist turned down low in the background. There’s no urgency for conversation; both of you trusting that you’ll get to catch up properly after a full night of rest. Away from any neighbouring houses, his driveway is pitch black. In the morning, you’ll help him to make the house feel more lived in; he had always hated coming home to a house that had so obviously been empty for months at a time.

“Will you stay? It’s late.” He was looking down at you, eyelids drooping slightly, his words tinged with exhaustion.

“If you want me to stay, I can.”

The next two days are spent getting Daniel settled in to live back at home. Cleaning, shopping, catching up with friends, and a lot of sex; although that was more for your own personal benefit, and not an essential for his arrival in Perth (he would disagree). It would almost be easier for you to say that things between you and Daniel were complicated. In reality, it was all straightforward. You would keep in touch every few weeks while he was racing, and when he wasn’t, you were attached at the hip; whether it was at his house, your own, or his parents, it was easy to fall into routine. Your first hook up sort of just happened, and it seemed like each one that followed was the same; unplanned and unexpected.

When the two of you first had sex, Daniel was 28 and fresh off of his win in Monaco. Back then, you didn’t know much about Formula 1, only tagging along because he had invited your entire group of friends for the weekend. You knew Daniel had won races before, a few of them in fact. It was entirely different seeing his victory in person. His cocky smile at the after party was merely for show, hiding what you could tell was a lot of emotion. You couldn’t stop staring at his smile.

Daniel, however, couldn’t stop staring at your tits.

Some of the glitter from your friends dress had transferred onto your skin as you danced together, your chest sparkling in the reflection of the lights. Daniel had always thought you were pretty, but thought nothing more of it. Some people were attractive, it was normal for him to notice who was and who wasn’t. This was more than just pretty though.

Later that night, as he fucked you into the mattress, one hand next to your head and the other pulling your thigh to the side, he watched the way your chest moved with every thrust of his hips; how the glitter mixed in with your sweat. The next morning, as you stood naked in the middle of his hotel room, he walked past you towards the bathroom, giving a quick slap to your bum and a “Cheers, Glitter Tits.”

•

On the Sunday after his arrival back home, you were set to meet some friends at the beach for sunset. A few from back in high school, with the addition of the odd girlfriend or husband. You were late of course; the last of your friends to arrive at the beach, Daniel trailing behind you carrying a bag of drinks and snacks. You had meant to leave his house an hour ago, easily distracted by the temptation of his hands and mouth moving over your skin. You knew that he had already caught up with everyone, but this was the first time in months that you had all been in the same place at once.

“Glitter Tits! You made it, baby!” Unfortunately for you, when the rest of your friends found out that you and Daniel had slept together, he found it necessary that they all started on the nickname bandwagon. With one hand, you lifted up your top to teasingly flash them your bikini top, using the other hand to flip them off. Later on, as you squeezed onto a towel with your friend, she asked how things were going with Daniel, and as always, you didn't say much back.

•

It had all started to go south a few weeks later, when the two of you were in the car after having dinner at your friends house. You had handed him your phone, asking him to choose a playlist whilst you focused on driving. In the midst of him adding your favourite songs to the queue, your phone vibrated.

Tinder

Tom sent you a new message.

Daniel wasn’t an idiot, he knew that he wasn’t your boyfriend. It hit him at that moment though, that he had spent the better part of the last 4 years living in some kind of fantasy land where you would never even look at another man the way you look at him; that you sat at home, twiddling your thumbs and waiting for his return. Now, the harsh reality that you could possibly be thinking about anyone else hit him like a slap in the face. Really, as much as he played the eligible bachelor card to the public; occasionally sleeping with and almost always flirting with whoever he fancied, in the back (and the forefront) of his mind, you were it for him.

“Who’s Tom?”

As much as he begged himself not to bring it up, not after the last few weeks of bliss, he couldn’t help himself. Even more so, he hated how unsure of himself he sounded. He had every right to be curious. He thinks.

“What are yo- Oh, that Tom. He’s just this guy I got drinks with.” Just got drinks with. The more casual you sounded, the more insane Daniel felt.

“Oh. I didn't know you were seeing someone.”

“I’m not, Dan. It was one date.” He could tell you were pissed off, you had every right to be.

“You fucking have Tinder, what else could you possible have it for?” Please, shut the fuck up before she kicks you out of her car.

“Jesus, Daniel, what do you expect? For me to just not have sex for a year until I see you again?”

“So, you fucked him?”

“You’re missing the point.” You didn't speak after that. He didn’t know what to say, and you didn’t want to say anything.

•

He hadn't seen Michael in a while, him busy with his own family and friends. He had driven out to the farm for a couple days of training as they got closer to testing. Mid way through a beer on the back deck, Michael had asked about you, snowballing Daniel into blurting out everything that had been plaguing him as of recent. He felt nervous. Him and Michael had worked as a team for year, friends for even longer, but admitting the kind of things he had been was a whole new playing field. He wondered if maybe Michael already knew a lot of this, without him saying it.

“I think about it sometimes, you know- marrying her. Maybe some kids or something.” Daniel’s said it before he even realises the words have left his mouth.

“Oh- I didn't know it was like that between you two.” Of course, Michael knew how you felt about each other, but this was beyond that.

“It’s not, I guess. I want it to be. I don't think she does. I made her upset last night.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time, hey?” It’s a poor attempt at a joke; a play on the time he had sent you a ‘happy birthday’ text two days late and you had ignored it for another four, and he can tell Michael regrets it the second he says it. He knows its a joke, but with his brain in the state it’s in now, he’s hyper fixated on the comment.

“What- has she said that to you? That I make her sad?” He’s panicked now.

“No- Dan. I’m sorry mate, it was a joke.”

“No, tell me. Please.” He’s practically begging now.

“Once, yeah. At the wedding last year. She was pretty drunk, we both were. I don’t even know if she remembers saying it.” A mutual friend of yours had gotten married last year. Daniel couldn’t be there, so you and Michael had gone together instead. He wonders now, if you were still sad when he spoke to you the morning after. Or the week after. Or now.

“What- I don’t understand.” Before he can continue, Michael interrupts him with a cough and a stern look.

“Mate, I really think you should talk to her about this. Honestly I can’t- I can’t even remember what she said.” He can tell when Michael is lying. He always looks to the side and pulls at his lower lip, nervous.

He’s pulling his phone out within seconds to call you, your name at the top of his favourites list. The longer he stares at your contact, the faster he can feel the courage leave him. He’s looking for the easy way out. And it comes, eventually. In the form of a text from you.

Can I come over?

His answer is an immediate yes, and with another sip of his beer, he says goodnight to Michael, moving towards the living room to wait for your knock on the door.

You’ll talk about it another time. He’ll tell you how he really feels another time.

#daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo fic #daniel ricciardo x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 fic #mine

[henryoaksbirks]

Little DNDads Headcanons I Have

notes - listen, I've really needed to do some dndads headcanons, I haven't written on tumblr in ages on my main account and this is my current hyperfixation, so why not here??? I hope you all enjoy tee hee

~ ~ SEASON 1 ~ ~

henry oak definitely messes with his cuticles. like whether he's pushing them back or chewing on them or whatever, he's always messing with them

ron has a bunch of little train sets in the basement and no one can change my mind

carol and deryll have matching custom sports jerseys for the wilson family and they are very cute and very cheesy

scam likely only wears night gowns to bed, no objections please

glenn has really bad insomnia, but never wants to keep nick up, so he usually sits out on the balcony right outside of his bedroom and plays the acoustic guitar to the stars as if he's singing to morgan

mercedes loves braiding the twins's hair. like usually just little pieces, so they run around with one little braid, but it's really cute

paeden has one piece of clothing from every one of the dad's children

jodie has one of those workout bars above his door frame and does three pull ups every morning before making coffee

erin can't sleep without vince by her side, and by by her side, i mean she always rolls over on top of him at night

~~ SEASON 2 ~~

scary really loves hello kitty and most of her room has hello kitty merch, but when she got all gothy, she started collecting more kuromi merch

normal really likes taking long walks by himself and they usually lead him to a little lake down by a park where he feeds geese and tells them his problems. this is the only time he's really okay being comfortable enough to take off the mascot costume

lincoln definitely has a nightlight shaped like garfield because he's afraid of the dark

hermie sees rocky horror picture show live once a month and KILLS it when he dresses up. his dream is to be in a production and play magenta

taylor is actually really smart, especially weirdly in geography and could name every single country on a map

that's all i got for now :) lmk if you want more and follow me if you do tee hee

2023 | @henryoaksbirks @tonberry-yoda

#writing #my writing #headcanons #dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndads odyssey #dungeons and daddies season 1 #dungeons and daddies season 2 #dndads season 1 #dndads season 2 #henry oak #ron stampler #ronald stampler #deryll wilson #paeden bennetts #dnd #dungeons and dragons #scam likely #glenn close #jodie foster #jodie foster dndads #glenn close dndads #taylor swift #taylor swift dndads #mercedes oak garcia #erin o'neil #scary marlowe #normal oak #lincoln li wilson #hermie the unworthy

[lovejosephquinn]

would you fancy doing a joe quinn x female!reader where she’s talented at basically everything and doesn’t know it or thinks it’s normal. joe just finding out all her talents (weird ones and just slightly abnormal ones) and he’s just Taken Aback ™️ mainly bc there’s no rhyme or reason to them. love you lots ❤️❤️

Honestly this is adorable and is a blurb scenario asking for pure fluff, is it not? ILYSM Thank you for requesting my lovely x

Joe couldn't believe his luck with you, it's like he'd hit the jackpot on so many levels. There wasn't anything you couldn't seem to do, and it excited the life out of him, you always passed it off either denying the fact because his sudden reaction of you doing so would irriatate him in the most adorable of ways or that you just thought it was a normal thing to be able to do but Joe didn't think so, he thought you were truly mesmerizing.

Whether it be something so simple like making the bed in a certain way or the way it felt when you gave him a massage after a hard day, right down to your crazy weird party tricks you'd show off at times.

One evening, you sang along to a song then felt inspired, so you followed on by pulling out your acoustic guitar and he thought it was the best thing he'd ever seen. You'd cook him a meal and he'd act like he'd never tasted anything more delectable in his life. He'd found in an old box of your drawings from your younger years that were all signed and dated of different scenic views and portraits of animals and begged you to draw something for him. The fact that you could speak a few different languages fluently had his head reeling.

At a party one night, after a few too many drinks you showed everyone in the room that you could touch your nose with the tip of your tongue and following that, that you could tie a cherry stem in a knot with your tongue, whilst sending his mind into overdrive and his cock raging, it also made him clap his hands with pure enjoyment.

To put it bluntly, Joe was truly an obsessed and smitten individual. You'd take note and a clear mental image of his face or body language when you'd do something completely out of the ordinary to him and he'd point out that he liked that or asked you to do it again because he was taken back, it didn't matter what.

Was it just because he loved you more than he'd ever loved anything in the world? Probably.

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[sataniquepanique]

Almost (Sweet Music) 

Inspired by the song Almost (Sweet Music) by Hozier, the lyrics used are taken directly from it. If you haven't heard it, do yourself a favor and listen to it.

Summary: You're back in Hawkins with your band for The Hideout's 25th anniversary event, and Corroded Coffin is also on the bill. You haven't seen your ex Eddie in a year, and debut a new song written about him.

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings: None?

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing a multi-POV story <3

Y/N’s POV

You watch him from the side of the stage cloaked in darkness, arms crossed and eyes fixated on his face. 

He looks happy. He looks good. 

He doesn’t know you’re here, back in Hawkins after a few years away, at the Hideout of all places. What once felt like a second home, now feels like an alien planet, like you don’t belong here. Everything about the Hideout brought back memories. It hurt to be back. Hurt to see the man you loved parade around on stage in front of you, playing the guitar you had bought him for Christmas years ago. “Baby” as she was aptly named, was a gift after Corroded Coffin put out their first EP, and she was his pride and joy. You had always joked that he loved her more than you, to which his reply would always be a passionate kiss followed by “I could never love anything as much as I love you.” The two of you had always supported each others music careers, never missing a show, whether it was at the Hideout or regional tour. It’s ironic really, that your careers were the reason things had ended. 

“Hey—“ your friend and bandmate Rachel appears on your left, holding a beer out.

“—figured you’d want this.” She lets out a nervous chuckle as you take the bottle from her grasp. Smiling sheepishly at her, you take a long swig, turning your attention back to the stage, back to him. Your best friend in the world, Rachel knew this night would be difficult even before you pulled into the venue. She had even advised against playing the show, saying it wasn’t worth your mental state. Being the great actress you are, she was eventually convinced you would be completely fine, and reluctantly agreed to perform tonight. 

“We’re on in 20, wanna come warm up?” She motions towards the backroom. 

“Uh, yeah. I’ll be right there.” You mumble, watching as Corroded Coffin ends their set to thunderous applause. They exit the stage opposite you, with Eddie lingering behind to tease some girls up front. You watch carefully as he throws his guitar pick into the crowd, caught by an overly enthusiastic groupie. He hops off stage and wraps his arms around a pretty blonde woman, placing a kiss on her forehead. 

You suddenly forget how to breathe. It feels like a knife was stabbed through your stomach, twisting as you try to take shallow breaths. 

You broke up with him. You have no right to be upset, he deserves to be happy.

“Y/n…you okay?” Rachel appears behind you again, placing a hand on your arm. 

Shaking your head out of a daze, you turn to look at her, trying your best to put on a normal act. “Yeah! I’m great. Let’s do this.” 

“Thank you all for coming out again for our 25th anniversary show!” Ray, the owner of The Hideout was the MC for the night, introducing all of the bands he had invited to play this special One-Night-Only event. The Hideout normally brings in a lackluster crowd every other night, but tonight it was sold out. Musicians from all over the area came out, flocking to pay tribute to the place where they got started, yourself included. 

“Next up, we have a young lady and her band of misfits from the big city, even though she got her start right here in little ol’ Hawkins. I’ve known this girl since she was a pre-teen ankle biter, begging me to let her play acoustic sets in exchange for free labor.” He looks over at you and grins, garnering a toothy smile from you beside the stage. He yells your name, drawing out the last syllable as he introduces your band with a little bow off to the side. You swing your guitar over your shoulder and strut out, followed by Rachel and the rest of the four piece ensemble. Usually when you’re on stage, you become a different person. You transcend reality and your stage persona takes over, able to leave all of the bullshit at the door. Tonight was different. Tonight, you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

“Thanks Ray…it’s good to be back.” You purr into the microphone as you take your place up front, shooting the crowd a wink as you start into your first song. 

———

Eddie’s POV

Being back at the Hideout feels great. Seeing old friends, scoring free drinks courtesy of Ray, you can’t beat it. There’s a small twinge of sadness eating away at you though, a piece is missing. You can’t stop the memories from flooding back as you walk off stage with the rest of Corroded Coffin. How many times had you jumped off this same stage and into her arms? How many nights was she the only one in the crowd, cheering like they were playing Madison Square Garden? It had been a year since you moved back to Hawkins after the two of you broke things off, leaving her back in Indianapolis. As much as you hated this town, it was still filled with familiar faces that welcomed you back with open arms during a time when you needed it most. 

There’s always an adrenaline high that courses through your body after a show. It feels positively electric. Jumping off the side of the stage, Mel’s face is the first you see. She smiles as you pulls her close and kiss her forehead. You’ve been together a few months, having met through mutual friends. Jeff had thought you needed a distraction after the breakup, and introduced you to Melody in an attempt to bring you out of the deep depression you’d been living in for weeks. It worked for the most part, on the surface anyway. You still feel empty on the inside, something you would never admit to anyone. Melody was great, very sweet and supportive. She was a waitress at the Hawkins Diner, and always went out of her way to switch shifts when Corroded Coffin had a show in the area. She wasn’t Y/n, but she kept you from spiraling. 

The rest of Corroded Coffin swing around the stage and gather at a table by the bar, grabbing some beers as they say hello to old friends in the crowd. “Next up, we have a young lady and her band of misfits from the big city—“ Your head snaps toward the stage when you hear Ray’s introduction.

No. It can’t be.

You knew it was a possibility, of her showing up tonight. You just didn’t think she would travel all the way to Hawkins for one show, especially when she knew Corroded Coffin would be there. You watch, mouth agape, as Ray slowly backs offstage and she walks out to grab the microphone. 

She looks great. She looks happy.

“—Thanks Ray…it’s good to be back.” You could’ve sworn she winked directly at you.

———-

Y/N’s POV

Your set is going great. The crowd is full of energy and can’t get enough. You give each song your all, knowing that he’s watching. You need to prove that you’re doing okay, that all of it was worth it, even though you know you’re just kidding yourself. 

You’ve been with other people since the breakup, nothing serious, just something to pass the time or let out some pent up aggression. No one came close to him, and you always found an excuse to not pursue another relationship.

A few songs in, you give your band a rest, taking up your acoustic guitar for a slower song that you had written a few weeks ago, after a one-night-stand back in the city.

“This is a new song I wanted to debut tonight, I hope ya’ll like it.” You strum the first notes, not daring to look out into the crowd as you start to sing the lyrics. 

All of your pent up emotions start to resurface. Images of the night you broke things off with Eddie come flooding back, making you tear up. You had been together for years, and moved away to the city together in the hopes of pursuing your respective music careers. A year after moving into the new apartment, Corroded Coffin had been offered an opening spot on a cross country tour and Eddie was ecstatic. The opportunity ate at you. You saw him and the band moving up and getting bigger, and you were seeing each other less and less. Eddie tried his best, tried to move shit around to spend time with you, but it always left you feeling so guilty. A month before the tour was set to begin, you ended things with him, explaining that you didn’t want to hold him back and wanted him to be able to live his dreams to the fullest. He didn’t take it well, and behind closed doors neither did you. You had been so cold towards him, knowing that he would try to stay if he saw how much this was killing you. After he moved his things out of the apartment, you never heard from him again, nor did you try to make contact.

Tears burned your eyes as you hit the chorus:

"The same kind of music haunts his bedroom

I'm almost me again, he's almost you.

I wouldn't know where to start,

Sweet music playing in the dark,

Be still my foolish heart,

Don't ruin this on me—“

You look over at Rachel, who is sitting behind her drum set. She can see the pain in your eyes, and she sends an encouraging nod your way. 

“—I got some color back, he thinks so, too

I laugh like me again, he laughs like you.”

————

Eddie’s POV

You’re transfixed on her, so much that you don’t feel how hard Melody is gripping your arm. 

“Eddie? Eddie! EDDIE!” She yells into your ear, breaking you from the trance. 

“Wh—what? What’s up?” You stutter, pulling your eyes away. 

“Do you want to go? You seem tired…” she says as she strokes your arm.

“Oh, uh, no I actually want to watch the rest of the lineup. There’s some really good bands on the list tonight.” You turn your attention back to the stage as Melody taps in time to the rhythm against your arm. 

“She’s really good. I like her voice a lot.” She yells over the music.

You nod in agreement. “Yeah she’s always been super talented…” 

“Do you know her?” Melody perks up, searching your face for an answer.

“I did, yeah. We haven’t spoken in a while though.” You try to not think of that night a year ago, how you had begged her not to end it. How you promised to follow her to the ends of the earth, even if it meant giving up music altogether. You replay her cold voice, telling you that she would never let you put your career on hold for her. How she showed no emotion as you packed up your things, you refusing to look at her as she offered to help. 

“This is a new song I wanted to debut tonight!—“ Y/n’s voice brings you back to reality. So far you had known all the songs she had played, having helped write most of them late at night in your shared apartment, ending those writing sessions in a tangle of limbs and sheets. You notice her confident demeanor changes as she starts to play this new song, her eyes close as she strums the guitar and her voice echos sadly through the rafters. 

“—I’m almost me again, he's almost you—“

Jesus Christ. You didn’t want to picture her with anyone else, but you know that’s not fair. You had Melody, so you can’t in good conscious hold it against her for seeing someone else, even if it feels like your heart has been ripped from your chest. Her lyrics cut straight to the bone, color draining from your face as you listen to her haunting lullaby.

“—The very thought of you and am I blue? 

A love supreme seems far removed

I get along without you very well some other nights—“

The admission makes your throat constrict. You thought she was happy. After all, this is what she wanted. She had seemed so adamant about breaking up, her attitude about the entire thing so frozen and neutral, and you had gone a year thinking she was fine without you. You swallow dryly as you pull from Melody’s grasp and move closer into the crowd. 

———

Y/N’s POV

You haven’t opened your eyes since the beginning of the song, too afraid to see him. You can feel your bandmates behind you, getting their gear together to play a final song after you finish your ballad. At the final chorus, you muster every bit of courage you can to look out into the sea of people, and you’re met with Eddie’s large brown eyes starting up at you. You don’t break contact with him as a solitary tear escapes and you sing the final piece:

“—He’ll turn to me awake and ask, "Is everything alright?"

And, Lord

I wouldn't know where to start

Sweet music playing in the dark

Be still, my foolish heart

Don’t ruin this on me.”

The crowd erupts into thunderous applause and you return a weak smile, turning around to replace your acoustic guitar with your electric, quickly wiping a stray tear from your cheek.

“Thank you so much. This is our last song. It’s been real Hawkins, until next time!” A loud chord blasts through your amp as you start the final song, smiling at Rachel as she pounds away at her drums. 

After the set you lug your guitar to the van, helping Rachel and the other two load their gear into the small white trailer attached to the back. Once the last cymbal was shoved inside, you sigh and put your hands on your hips, looking between all of their faces. “So…drinks anyone?” 

The four of your make your way to the bar, traversing your way through the tide of well wishers clapping you on the shoulder and shaking your hand. You didn’t see Eddie, and part of you was a little disappointed. Rachel orders a round of beers, specifically grabbing you a sour draft knowing they’re your favorite. You take a sip and close your eyes in tart, raspberry bliss. 

“You still drink that shit?” 

You try your best not to choke when you hear his voice. Taking a deep breath you turn around and are immediately hit with his familiar scent: cigarettes, woodsy cologne, and a hint of weed. “Hi, Eddie…” is all you manage out, white knuckling the pint glass so tight it might break in your hands. 

“You were amazing…really.” He gives a slight smile, and you’re caught off guard by the softness of his eyes. 

“Thanks, uh, so were you. You guys always are.” You motion towards Jeff and Gareth a few feet away. An uncomfortable pause forms between you two, neither knowing what to say. 

“So…how’ve you been?” He starts, shuffling his feet nervously.

“Fine, the usual, touring a bit and trying to keep busy.” You nod over towards the table behind him where his band was sitting with the blonde woman from earlier. “You seem to be doing great.” It came out meaner than you meant to.

Eddie felt it, wincing a little at your aggression. “You left me. You remember that, right?” He’s defensive as he lights a cigarette, and you remember how his oral fixation always got worse when he was nervous. 

“I remember, Eddie…” It comes out as a sigh. “…I remember I didn’t want you to drop your dreams for me, I didn't want to be the reason that you didn’t pursue everything you had ever wanted, everything you deserve—” It was too late to turn back now, the words were already flowing and could not be reigned in. You reach into the cigarette pack in his hand and pull one out, knowing he wouldn’t say no to you. Putting it between your lips, he instinctively reaches forward and lights it for you. 

“—and look where you are now! You guys are doing so great! I heard about your new album—“ 

“—How did you hear about that? We didn’t even put it out yet.” He interrupts, holding a hand up in defense.

“I still talk to Gareth sometimes. I told him not to tell you.” You take a drag as you look over at Corroded Coffin’s table. Your heart was bleeding. You love those boys, not just Eddie, but the entire band. They were your friends in high school, making those four years of your life more bearable. When you and Eddie broke up, you knew the relationship between you and the other members of the band would change too, their loyalties were always with him. Gareth still checked in with you from time to time, asking about your life and talking about Corroded Coffin’s new ventures. He never brought up Eddie, not unless you asked, which you never did.

Shaking your head as you look at the floor, you push past Eddie. “I’m sorry Eds, I can’t do this. Enjoy the rest of your night.” You make a beeline out the back door, managing to avoid the rest of your band who were gathered around laughing with some other patrons. 

———

Eddie’s POV

Your heart was beating out of your chest as she pushed past you. You try to grab her wrist as she turns, but she’s already gone, leaving behind a whisper of the warm perfume you loved so much. Making your way back over to the table, Jeff gives you a knowing look. 

“How is she?” He asks in a low voice, Gareth smiling sympathetically.

“How’s who?” Melody asks, oblivious to the entire history between you and Y/n. You had never spoken about her to Mel, trying your best to forget and move on. 

“She’s…uh…I need to go. I need to talk to her. I can’t lose her again.” You stumble over your confession, not caring that Melody was sitting in front of you. Her face drops and you look at her with a deep sadness pooling in your eyes. “I’m sorry…there’s a lot I haven’t told you.”

“…you love her, don’t you…” she whispers. 

You nod slowly as you move towards the back door, leaving Jeff and Gareth to fill her in.

———

Y/N’s POV

Sitting on the bumper of the equipment trailer, your body shakes with sobs. You clasp your hand over your mouth, trying to muffle the sound as you cry in the dark parking lot alone. Rachel has the keys to the van, and you don’t feel like talking to anyone right now, so you’ve opted to just wait it out until they were done mingling. 

The back door swings open, and you see Eddie’s tall silhouette in the doorway. You try your best to stop crying, not even making an effort to move away as he walks up and stands in front of you. 

“What are you doing, Eddie…” you whisper, playing with your hands as silent tears keep falling down your face. 

“Talking to the love of my life.” He states flatly. 

You look up at him and fall apart at the sight of his deep brown eyes, unable to stop the cries wracking through you again. Eddie gently lifts you, pulling you up into him as you grab fistfuls of his jacket. 

“I’m sorry—“ You sob into his chest. “—I thought I was helping. I thought it would make it easier for you.”

He kisses the top of your head, running a hand down your hair. “It wasn’t easier, it was torture. I’ve thought of you every single day, as much as I tried not to. I left my heart back in Indianapolis, and I haven’t been the same since.” 

You look up at him, resting your chin on his chest. “What about your girlfriend?” 

He shakes his head. “She’s not my girlfriend. She’s just…someone that I hang out with.” 

“Someone you fuck, you mean.” Once again, you didn’t mean to sound like such a bitch.

“Ouch—” He feigns offense and smirks. “—but yes. We just fool around. She’s a good girl, she’s been there for me the past few months.”

You nod, feeling a pang of jealously shock through your body. “I’m sorry Eddie…” you repeat. 

“I’ve missed you…more than you know.” 

He lifts your chin up towards his face. “I think I have a good idea…” He places the softest kiss on your lips, and your arms find their rightful place around his shoulders.

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[icedmo]

thinking about any sort of stonathan dynamic actually. whether platonic or whatnot.

jonathan, who’s a weirdo, but not loud or boisterous like eddie The Freak munson. if steve had to say anything, he’d say that, actually, jonathan was — relatively normal. well, not really; not many eighteen year olds were flung into a metaphorical parent role at the ripe age of thirteen.

it’s painfully evident the guy’s been through a lot. he’s an outcast, does his photography shit and tends to have a freakishly good read on people. but really. really. he wasn’t a single thing like the typical ‘freaks’ - eddie. talking to him — steve thought, he’s really… down to earth, actually. awkward, sure, but not many people are true, unadulterated social butterflies.

his music taste is really cool. nothing overwhelming, (though from what steve’s seen of bowie’s stage and fashion style…) and he’d make anyone a mix if they asked. will asides, he knew little wheeler, max and lucas were in possession of a jonathan-byers-mixtape filled with songs he thought they’d like, from the kids’ vague suggestions. making mixtapes isn’t that easy — that much even steve knows. so his little passion projects for whoever so desires is… admirable, actually. sweet.

talking to him comes surprisingly easy. so easy, that it’s frightening. once you’re past that wall, anyways. that monstrous wall (which of course steve bunny-hopped over, suave and charming). and steve never understoof comfortable silence until his friendship with jonathan. with nancy, he was always comfortable, absolutely. but there was always that urge. that itch. i should say anything, tell a joke? it’s getting quiet.

jonathan will be reading a book and steve would fiddle away with jon’s acoustic guitar at the edge of the bed. most of the time, there’d be a vinyl playing, or something in the stereo.

and by god he cares for his brother, his sister, his mom — always trying to shield him behind his protector wing, no matter how scraggly and worn that wing is. it’s in his nature, but something about it… depresses steve, almost. how jonathan has adapted into such a protector role, one he never had. steve, too, is a protector, would consider himself one. but the circumstances are different, much so.

(and lighting up a few joints with the guy? god. who knew byers could be such a laugh?)

#stonathan #steve harrington #jonathan byers #stranger things #REAL!!!!!!!

[aquaticsoul]

@shiroi---kumo is on the loose:

♬ + puff: little guy edition

Singing a Tune || ACCEPTING

There's not a day that passes without a song. There hasn't ever been, save the occasional times he's been sick or needed rest.

Even then, there's always been music in his heart and on his mind, so it's only natural to find him doing anything except being silent. This morning is no exception.

He's been humming nearly since he woke, leaving Aamunkoitto and Valo to stay asleep.

The first morning in the palace had not gone very well due to him not having been able to sleep his first night. He'd been exhausted to the point of near heavy-headedness, but thankfully the prince and the prince's guard hadn't taken notice.

He's never slept a night on his own, so Valo and Aamunkoitto being kind enough to share their space has definitely boosted his mood by quite a bit. Good sleep does wonders in making him feel ready to take on the next day's tasks.

It's hard to find the kitchens and some water, but he does manage it. Maybe, if he does end up keeping his job, he'll learn the layout of the palace sooner rather than later. It's bigger than any other building he's set foot in, and while he has the typical Misterican inner compass, that compass doesn't tell him exactly every room's location in a place like this.

His gallon of water is gone fast and clears the fog out of his body by the time breakfast comes around, allowing him to get through it without much embarrassment. Never in his life has he been so eager to wake up early, but impressions are everything at this point... and he's more than a little excited at getting to spend another day with Pilvi as well.

The kid apparently has a few things to do after breakfast, which Revon informs him won't take too long. It leaves Sielu some time to make his way back to his classroom, his hummed tune returning as he goes.

Day three. About three more after this and he'll have an answer as to whether he gets to stay here as a permanent fixture.

It's been two whole days now and he still can't believe even getting a chance. His parents can try all they like to not mention finances, but he's grown enough now to know it's always been rough.

That's why he needs the job. Why he wants the job is another story with a million factors.

The acoustics of this classroom are one of them. Pilvi is the rest of them. He was hired because of his cello skills and he'll be the first to note how lovely the sound of it carries, but... he wants to sing.

Not hum. Not play around. No. He wants to seriously, actually sing today.

Now seems like the perfect time. His warmup goes by fast. Lip trills, arpeggios, octaves, slides, sirens, yawn-sighs, tongue trills, scales, done.

All of them sound almost like an entirely different singer in this room. The crystal carries every sound in such a way that it wraps around him and leaves the faintest echo behind. He almost cannot wait to get to an actual song.

The sound of his warmup ends. The piano stops. He sips his water, rising to his feet with energy he normally wouldn't have until several hours from now.

He decides to go with something slower to take advantage of the sustain and carriage, letting the song's notes flow past his lips and into each other in a blend he simply doesn't have words to describe past 'ethereal'.

Each phrase almost blends back into him. He finds himself totally unconscious to the world, getting blissfully lost in the music he sings. His eyes slip closed at some point, his hands moving to match the rises and falls in subtle motions that guide his voice along.

His eyes open again as his song draws to a close, met with the child he'd been passing the time waiting for. A smile almost immediately stretches across his own face as he holds his arms out for the floating boy.

"Päivä tervehtii! How are you today?"

#sing a round of love ; answered. #meme ; singing a tune #[[ i love. LOVE puff: little guy edition ]] #[[ baby puff is such a good reason to get up every morning. sielu is so right for it ]] #r ; maamuna [ pilvi ] #arc ; sing dear bird (misterica)

[burlveneer-music]

Alessandro Alessandroni - Alessandroni Proibito (Music from Red Light Films 1977​-​1980) - some real vintage 70s Italian soundtrack grooves, from erotic movies

Alessandro Alessandroni is no longer remembered simply as 'the whistler' in Morricone's spaghetti western soundtracks – and rightly so, since he was the key figure behind much of Italian 'secret music' from the 60s and 70s, always there in the studio during recording sessions, whether as a multi-instrumentalist or as the leader of session vocal group I Cantori Moderni di Alessandroni. Today his pervasive presence and important role has been finally recognized by music professionals and enthusiasts alike, so much so that he is now considered the true father of Italian library music – a genre whose sound he shaped since 1968.

As a film composer, Alessandroni often worked for small productions that had very limited (and often regional-only) distribution, and whose budgets were worlds apart from those in the 'top league' where friends and colleagues like Morricone, Bacalov, Trovajoli or Piccioni thrived. Rarely released as a soundtrack, this music ended up, at best, forgotten inside dusty ¼-inch reels or, at worst, disappearing into thin air. After a string of releases that have brought back to life forgotten or lost works by Alessandroni (Sangue di Sbirro, Afro Discoteca, Lost and Found, etc.), it was pretty natural for us at Four Flies to start delving into a little investigated area of his filmography: his scores for erotic films, the last genre to gain popularity in the flourishing Italian film industry of the 60s and 70s, and perhaps the most extreme too, the one that, by pushing things too far, eventually put an end to that industry and its genres. So, we're now very proud to present Alessandroni Proibito, an exclusive boxed set of five 7-inch records. It contains a total of 14 previously unreleased tracks from the soundtracks of 4 soft-core erotic films that included hard-core sequences and, therefore, fell somewhere in-between normal commercial distribution and the underground scene of adult movie theatres. Taking an artisanal approach to his musical craft, Alessandroni was not afraid of having to deal with spicy subject matter, wobbly productions, implausible plots, improvised actors, or cinematographers who were clearly no disciples of Storaro. And he was so good at making a virtue out of necessity, at turning budget constraints into creative advantages, that he created soundtracks that far surpass the films' quality, with music that at once captures and elevates the spirit of the erotic genre as if into a condensed symbol. More specifically, the maestro recorded many of the pieces in a DIY fashion at home, using a 4-track Teac tape machine to arrange his compositions. The Teac allowed him to play different instruments on each track, which meant he could basically put an entire soundtrack together all by himself, or almost all by himself. These recordings often feature drum machines – which provide that retro, early electronic music vibe – as well as funk guitars and exotic-sounding percussion in the rhythm tracks. In addition, there is an extensive, almost bewildering use of synthesizers to replace solo instruments that would have required a paid session player. On top this minimalist arrangement, Alessandroni layered what he could: some piano chords, a little flute and, most importantly, his signature 12-string guitar phrasing. The result is just stunning: a unique mixture of electronic music and acoustic instruments, in a style that stops short of kitsch and ranges from cinematic ambient pieces like "Tensione erotica" to disco-funk tracks like "Snake Disco" and "One Sunday Morning", both of which feature vocals by Alessandroni himself.

#Alessandro Alessandroni #soundtrack #funk #library music #italy #four flies records

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super unhinged rainbow magic post 10 of 12

I was a music kid so I have a lot of opinons about instruments and Vibes, they may not be correct but here they are, also small lil backstory shit will be mixed in here muahahaha

MUSIC FAIRIES

hurray no necklaces!

Poppy That is some amazing hair! FEDORA ALERT BABEY Painfully 2000s - KELSI FROM HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL She 1000% borrowed the waistcoat from Tasha (tap dance fairy) Needs a shirt underneath tho cos Poppy is not as confident as Tasha That being said the chosen shirt is a Disgusting colour (what’s wrong with white bruh louise the lily fairy had the same problem) I appreciate that belt resembles a stave, but i don’t LIKE it LOW WAISTED FLARESSSSS ARE BACK WOOHOOOO This should be a black and white ensemble to complement the vibrancy of her hair

Ellie  Has just graduated from acoustic to electric, she’s slightly scared of it lmao, but she eventually will buy a midnight blue guitar and her whole vibe is gonna end up being a lil bit darker Top half shows she started playing acoustic - the shrug cardigan and sparkly stripy top have primary school vibes I’m sorry Bottom half is brilliant and ready and raring to go - Doc Martens, tights, poofy petticoated skater skirt That bisexual bob is a new haircut - currently she hasn’t figured out she’s bi but she’ll work it out soon - there is one girl and one boy that play bass guitar in the band and she’s gonna look at them and go oh shit

Fiona Sandals with ballet straps! BADDEST of bad bitches Colour scheme is gorgeous! The silver and blue work so well, I especially love the blue-black dreads Belt is so 2000s it hurts but she is WORKING IT This is exactly how i thought she was gonna look Really really cute outfit well done best one yet No necklace HURRAY Bit worried about where her wand is but we reckon she tucks it into her ballet ribbons

Oh Danni, Danni, Danni 1) the background is weirdly christmassy and i don’t like it 2) why is the outfit Like That? she’s a solar pannelled bitch - she wishes it was solar punk but it’s not, plus the 3/4 length leggings are too short  3) why is the hair Like That? the colour, the style, UGH This is not gay enough for a percussionist of the female persuasion!  She’s better than that shitty little drum kit and her drumsticks are too damn short  FIX HER  Band shirt, flannel, skinny jeans, doc martens, solar panel belt Messy high ponytail, no fringe, wand tucked behind ear/into ponytail Full drum kit (bass, three cymbals, two snares and a tom tom) and a timpanny, a tambourine (dancing queeeeeeeeeen), and a vibraslap in the background with normal-sized drumsticks

Maya 70s groovy I like her hair but not the headband I can’t decide whether or not i like the dress, it’s giving weird kooky music teacher vibes - I love the colour scheme tho Her shoes are really cute! That’s not a big enough harp for her, we are so disappointed - we’ve stopped being one person so we can double our disappointment It’s not even pretty it’s ugly as fuck You gotta be elegant to play the harp babe i’m sorry You are groovy - you gotta have a sexy instrument! I’d give her a trombone of a french horn for some lower brass representation but she could also absolutely pull off a sax or a clarinet

Victoria SHE DOESN’T PLAY THE VIOLIN SHE PLAYS THE FIDDLE she’s a country bitch and she plays on the taylor swift song ‘mean’ She knows exactly who she is and she’s rocking itttttt Alexander Rybak was in love with THIS fairytale FINALLY SHE’S ACTIVELY USING HER WAND TO PLAY THE INSTRUMENT We finally understood the assignment bitches Sweepy fringe? Streaks of purple? Shoulder length messy? BEAUTIFUL The 2000s have been condensed into this outfit - I weirdly like it tho The embroidery on the jeans is my fave part Colour of the boots is questionable at best but forgivable cos she’s a hoedown throwdown queen

We were on such a high with Victoria :(

Sadie That is an oddly proportioned sax (alto? Soprano? Who fuckin knows) Colour of hair is yuck make it darker Headband is… a choice I don’t like the green but the turquoise and blue colours are cute ig? Dress is cute! Triple layer colour changing skirt! Cardigan looks fuckin RAGGED bruh, what is it meant to be? An artistic interpretation of a treble clef??? HUHHHH also it’s ugly I do quite like the boots it has to be said even though, once again, white boots on principle? Nein She does have the weird girl woodwind vibes so well done ig FIX HER Darker hair with a wispy side fringe (like Victoria) NO FUCKING CARDIGAN, a demin jacket instead (navy or black) with gold sparkle embroidery Make the dress all blue, going from dark to lighter I want her to have Helena’s (horseriding fairy) sparkly boots but in navy and gold

#rainbow magic #rainbow magic fairies #music fairies

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After the world didn't end in the spring of 1986, normality somewhat returned to Eddie Munson's life. People still avoid him, as they had before. He rehearses with his band, hosts sessions with Hellfire and would soon graduate. What isn’t the same as before and not at all like normality to Eddie "the Freak" Munson is his newfound friendship with Steve Harrington, former King of Hawkins High.

Nobody could ever have foreseen this wondrous bond that they now share, least of all Eddie himself. What they’d faced in the Upside Down together, however, had welded them in a way nothing else could have. Not only do they share the same trauma, but they also now carry matching scars, which Eddie thinks is pretty metal. He hadn't run away this time, but in a way he is still hiding.

He hides from the happiness he doesn’t think he deserves, from the demons in his head that keep telling him he’s unworthy of love, and he hides from his true self, that scratches and gnaws at his guts whenever he’s around Steve. A suppressed desire that threatens to consume him whole.

Eddie has no idea if Steve took his little speech in the Upside Down to heart and whether he tries his luck with Nancy again, he most likely does, but Eddie doesn't dare ask. Steve hadn't mentioned anything of the sort, but it doesn't matter, Eddie has eyes in his head and isn't stupid.

Seeing Steve with Nancy burns and stings in all the wrong places, but he gives himself no right to be jealous. Eddie likes Nancy and he likes even more seeing Steve happy. Even if it meant that he himself is hurting. Eddie is used to not being wanted and for the most part he is content with getting to spend time with Steve at all, he's already come to terms with his feelings going unrequited forever.

It's harder for him on evenings like this though, like tonight, when they spent the whole afternoon together and Eddie stayed even after everyone else had left already. Even Robin had gone home leaving only him and Steve. They'd been sitting on the porch behind Steve's house, drinking beer and sharing a joint or two. Everything as always, two buddies marked by life, who find comfort in the presence of the other, only that Eddie is internally yearning for more while Steve is granted blissful ignorance.

Now he's sitting in the van parked by his trailer and can't bring himself to get out and go inside. It's getting late, but he wouldn't be able to find sleep anyway. If it's not the Demobats that give him nightmares, it's the thoughts of Steve that keep him awake.

On nights like this, when Eddie gets in touch with that more emotional side of himself, he fishes for the old acoustic guitar he always keeps in the back of his van. Then he plays a few quiet tunes all to himself and sometimes he also adds a few lines to it.

It had been on a night like this when he'd also been at Steve's and came home a little drunk and still high on the weed he'd had when he first played the sequence of chords which he'd played many times since then. Even now, without his doing, his fingers would strike the strings and Eddie closes his eyes to devote himself to the melody he coaxes out of the worn instrument.

There's lyrics to it too, Eddie had made them up another one of those nights when his heart had been particularly heavy and he hadn't been able to stop the tears from falling. He’s a pathetic fool in love with a man who loves another woman, and if that isn’t the stuff great songs are made of, then he doesn’t know what is.

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I got bored so heres some lost boys headcanons because I have brainrot, there will be a ✨spicy✨ section, there's a warning so you can avoid it or skip to it

PAUL

-He skate races with Dwayne, he has a 50/50 win streak

-He prefers skateboarding over longboarding BUT he prefers longboarding when he's racing Dwayne, he likes the feel of it

-He loves caffeine, he shotguns energy drinks before hunting by puncturing the can with his fangs, (Marko thinks its cool) he collects the tabs for chains

-He likes when someone asks to do his hair/eyeliner, he never says it and will act surprised and a little hesitant when you ask but he absolutely loves the idea, if the boys ask why he's wearing eyeliner they get "Y/n did it for me because they were bored, is there an issue?"

-He's very territorial, not just with homes/nests, but with people, if someone even looks at you or the boys funny, they're on his shit list. They will be dinner. End of story.

-He likes making jewelry

PAUL ✨spicy✨

-If you ask him to bite you, he won't hesitate but he can and will tease you about it every chance he gets the lines "You like being my personal blood bag?~" "You want my teeth in your throat that bad, huh?~" and "Such a slut for a vampire~" are common-

-He can be rough or soft, depends on what you want, he is very much a people pleaser when it comes to his s/o, hell, he'll bottom if you ask

-He's softer than the others, he's normally chaotic as fuck but he puts the silly facade away and makes sure he does everything just right for you, he loves you, and he wants to show it (until you're a brat- then it all bets off)

DWAYNE

-He. Is. So. Fucking. Loud. Like he's one of the more serious ones but holy shit when it comes to his music he is louder than a motherfucker-

-He actually really likes star gazing, he doesn't get the time usually, but on hunts sometimes he'll fall back just to stare up at the sky

-He likes to pick up his S/O and spin them around, doesn't matter size, body type, anything, he likes to pick them up and twirl them around, its fun to him

-he does backflips off the bridge despite David telling him to knock it off, he does it out of spite at this point lol

-He likes to sit in his nest and read, he loves staying up into the early afternoon reading, only to be groggy and regret it when hunting

-He likes playing with/having his hair played with, he loves it when you curl up in his lap and play with his hair after he's been out hunting.

DWAYNE ✨spicy✨

-He likes to bite your thighs, he loves hearing you squeal whenever he bites, whether he's feeding or not, doesn't matter

-Ask him to feed off you, you'll get lines like "Fuck you taste so good.." "Good girl/boy.." "you're doing so well.." 

-he's rough on top, but if you manage to top him he fucking melts, and if you call him "pretty boy"/"good boy" he will fucking die. He loves your pet names for him, though the boys tease him about it (mostly Marko, sometimes Paul)

DAVID

-He plays guitar. You can't change my mind. He plays electric, but he doesn't mind acoustic

-he likes resting his head on your lap and look up at you, if you play with his hair he just falls asleep then and there, he loves it.

-He paints his nails. Fuck it I'm right, he paints his nails and they look great, Will paint yours if you ask

-he likes just randomly walking up behind you and hugs you, kissing your neck, if you ask whats up he just says "I just love you so much.." He only does it when he's in a really good mood or stressed, either or, you'll have to guess

-He likes wearing neck jewelry, he just hides it really well under band tees and jacket

-He likes bone jewelry, he actually made you some, and if you don't wear it he understands, but it stings a little

DAVID ✨spicy✨

-He bites you constantly, whether you ask him to or not is irrelevant, when asked he simply says "I can't get enough of you.. Do you want me to stop?~" the answer is always no :]

-He is gentle with anything other than the biting, he truly loves you and if you say something hurts he stops, if you say anything it is immediately taken into consideration, oh, you're overwhelmed? That okay, sit right there love, I'll go get you some snacks, water, and a fluffy blanket.

-He is the kind to try anything at least once, and if its not his cup of tea, its not his cup of tea. You like something and you want him to try it? Yeah sure

MARKO

-HE IS A CHAOTIC LITTLE SHIT! He can and will do anything and everything you tell him not to, and if he gets hurt he asks you to patch him up, he loves when you call him an idiot in that way that says "I love you but fuck, you're stupid-" its what makes him wanna do stupid shit

-He's like a crow or an opossum, he loves shiny things, has anxiety, and collects trinkets, he gives you rocks, shiny objects, beach glass, pins, bottle caps, patches, stickers, stuff like that

-HOLY SHIT this man knows how to fix your depression with a cuddle session, he loves you and will stay in from hunting to cuddle with you if you're feeling bad

-He's very sweet, chaotic sweet, but tooth rottingly sweet. 

-He makes you punk crafts all the time, bottlecap pins, patches, jewelry (mostly bone jewelry), anything and everything

-He loves seeing you wear his clothes, he absolutely loves it when he's looking for a band tee late at night and you walk into the cave with it on

MARKO ✨spicy✨

-This man loves oral, giving it, that is. He could die between your legs, he loves every single noise you make and every time you say his name he fucking loses it 

-He makes jokes during the deed, he loves to make you feel good and both emotionally and physically, its like a reward after a long night

-He loves loves loves when you pull his hair, he doesn't care when it happens, but if you do it in public you get taunted and teased when the boys aren't listening "really? Here?" Is a very common question

#the lost boys 1987 #shitpost #paul tlb #dwayne tlb #david tlb #marko tlb #writing

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his love is gone

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Word Count: 658 | Read it on AO3 | masterlist

Summary: someone gets hurt. warning: mentions of death and blood.

From the day he first saw you, he vowed to protect you. You didn't know him, and he didn't know you. He just knew there was something about you. He couldn't quite guess what it was about you. He just knew that he wanted to keep you safe. Occasionally, you would bump into him, and he would apologize. It was never intentional. He just wanted to keep you safe and didn't expect you to always find him. It was after several months that you asked him out, and he accepted it. He never revealed why he had been following you for months. You never questioned it either, as you just thought it was a strange coincidence. It wasn't an everyday event either, just sometimes you would run into him. He had a mysterious aura around him. To you, it was strange, but you continued on. When both of you got to know each other better, Vincent asked if you wanted to be his significant other, to which you accepted. Vincent had no intentions in leaving you. He loved you since the moment he laid eyes on you. He protected you from any and all dangers that you never knew lurked around you. You never had the chance to see any danger, as Vincent kept you safe. It was abnormal behavior for him to treat someone he didn't know with such kindness, but he couldn't quite figure out why he did such things. He loved you, but he didn't know it until you became a couple. He didn't just go date anyone he came across or liked. He didn't really like people to begin with, so when you wound up becoming a couple, it was completely new to him. He didn't know how these things worked, but he knew that he wanted to marry you one day. He knew that you wouldn't mind it. It wasn't until several months into the relationship that he decided that he was going to propose. He wanted to go further with you. He knew he shouldn't have left you alone. You were hunted from the day you stepped into his city. He thought his home was the safest spot for you. After all, no one would dare to break into his home. No one ever wanted to mess with Vincent. He had watched you long enough to know those who hunted you. You never knew it. You were oblivious to all the dangers. Vincent never warned you about them, as he knew that he could keep you safe and that nothing was going to happen to him. He never knew the dangers that stalked him and found the location of his house. Vincent walked outside to go shopping for a ring for you. He wasn't gone long, and he didn't need to be. In the time that it took him to walk there, buy it, walk back, the danger had plenty of time. He walked upstairs to a room he knew you didn't go to frequently. He set the ring inside to hide it away from you until the day he planned to propose on. He heard absolute silence. It wasn't normally that quiet, for you always kept some sort of sound going. Whether it was with your music or by your singing. It didn't matter. The house had never been this quiet in years. He headed downstairs to his room that you shared with him. The blood splattered the walls, and his pace quickened as he desperately tried to find you. He found you. His knees hit the ground as tears began to stream down his cheeks. He pressed a hand to your throat to stop the excessive bleeding. He knew he was too late. He knew he shouldn't have left home. He knew who he needed to hunt down as revenge. He let out a scream as he cried harder. The love of his life was gone. He had failed you.

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