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[yourheartinyourmouth]

and it was amazing

[confessedlyfannish]

Writing Prompt #11

It's an innocent ("please," Jason sneers, "there's nothing innocent about a plagiaristic propaganda machine encouraging minors to dance for sick ol' pervs while it spews misogynistic hate speech.'"

"okay, boomer,"

"the fuck did you just call me, replacement?") TikTok, one of those ones that kind of simmers in the background for a few weeks until someone with a decent enough following posts it on the Platform Formerly Known as Twitter and from there it seriously catches traction, blowing up until Tim knocks on Bruce's office door, phone in hand. Damian stands behind him, arms crossed and clearly simmering.

Bruce, fresh off a series of zoom conferences, raises an eyebrow.

"Okay, so you haven't seen it," Tim decides, striding forward.

Bruce's eyebrow jumps a smidge higher, on the edge of concern, as Tim thrusts his phone into his grasp.

"So," he begins, reaching over to refresh the mobile page "there's a video that's been making the rounds on Twitter and—well you should probably see it," He sighs over Damian's scoff as he clicks through the pop-up asking him to sign in or join TikTok, and presses "Watch Again", unmuting the video.

🎶 "Doo, badoo-badoo-badoo Badoo-badoo-badoo-badoo,"🎶 an upbeat background song hums as someone, presumably a student, films a school hallway with their phone. They walk past students talking near their lockers, some of whom flash peace signs and silly grins as the camera swings their way before continuing on.

But the main point Bruce gets stuck on is the all lowercase white text at the center of the screen that an automated woman's voice awkwardly narrates:

"when you go to school with bruce wayne's other long lost lovechild"

The student filming comes up behind a much taller student who faces away from him, in conversation with a black haired pale teenaged girl. She spots the cameraman and shoots him a confused, disgruntled look, saying something to the boy who then turns around.

Bruce quietly observes as the camera zooms in on a boy around Tim's page, possibly older. Tall and broad-shouldered, with a strong jaw, he raises an eyebrow at the one filming, looking beyond the camera, pitch black hair with blue undertones falling into his blue eyes. The camera momentarily zooms too far into those eyes then abruptly pulls back as he quirks a puzzled smile at the viewer, mouthing out an easily understandable "hi?".

The TikTok ends and seamlessly transitions to a person balancing their cat on an exercise ball with minimal success and this time Bruce presses the Watch Again button. The heart on the right side claims 750k likes.

Damian scoffs, louder, as it ends. "Clearly it is a hoax, but it has been popular among my classmates."

"The board hasn't made much noise about it—" Tim starts.

"And they won't," Bruce says, lifting his eyes from his phone. "Wayne Industries doesn't give statements on videos like these, no matter how viral they become. I've been getting lovechild claims since before I adopted Dick."

Which Tim knows, which is why his insistence on showing Bruce this one raises his hackles. He pins Tim down with a stare and despite Tim's perfected PR mask, he can see Tim is unsettled.

"B...he really, really looks like you." Tim admits. Damian scoffs for a third time and Tim shoots him a glare, "I get it, you don't see it, but you haven't seen the pictures of Bruce when he was younger."

"I don't need to!" Damian says angrily. "You're all being ridiculous!"

"All?" Bruce asks. Tim shifts awkwardly. "The family group chat has been talking," he says.

"I see," Bruce says. Because he does. Many claim Damian to be his doppelganger, but the boy actually favors Talia not just in skin tone but in the shape and color of his eyes, as well as the soft slope of her mouth and ears. Whether those features will sharpen once he goes through puberty is anyone's guess.

But this young man has Bruce's eyes. Martha's eyes.

That night they have a suspiciously full house for dinner, with even Jason dropping in, but no one says anything until Barbara wheels in for dessert, carrying a manila folder on her lap.

"What?" she says, when everyone stares. "Dick told me it was crème brûlée today!"

Bruce extends a hand wordlessly, and Barbara sheepishly hands the folder over.

"Bruce," she says, before he can open it, "I wouldn't have looked into this normally, but,"

"Just say it," Jason says, leaning back in his chair. "Take away the gray hairs, the receding hairline, and the wrinkles and the kid's a dead match."

"Take it back, Todd," Damian growls, "Father has a very full head of hair!"

"Not to mention a failed track record at keeping it in his pants, Exhibit A," Jason continues, pointing a fork at Damian, "oh wait," he says gleefully, "kid is definitely 18, so I guess that would make you Exhibit B!"

The table erupts, cutlery tinkling as Damian gets a knee up on the table to hurl himself at a cackling Todd, Dick jumping up to grab him as the others lean out of the way—

"Ahem!" Everyone stops cold as Alfred stands in the doorway, porcelain ramekins of crème brûlée stacked perfectly on a silver tray. Under his gaze, everyone sits back down, Damian and Jason both quietly uttering a "Sorry Alfie/Alfred," as they straighten up.

Bruce is oblivious to the chaos, Barbara biting her lip beside him as he stares blankly inside the folder at the printed copy of an adoption certificate.

Two days and several million likes later, another TikTok goes viral from the same user. Caught in the moment as whoever is filming runs up to the group, the same young man is chatting with a blonde in a red letterman jacket, a partially formed crowd around them. Even with one leg still in the cafeteria table, he towers over everyone.

"—sh. Look, we're all possibly Bruce Wayne's son!" the boy snarks. He has his hands out, palms up as if he's making a great point, and as he looks around he catches sight of the cameraman and his smirk drops.

"Ah Mac, c'mon dude not again—" and the TikTok ends.

[starmocha]

For the self-loathing players who want to read deep dives of Sylus' myth, Beyond Cloudfall, and suffer even more, this is for you, babe. ❤️‍🩹 A compilation of all the Sylus-related posts/analysis/recaps I made about the myth (so far???).

SPOILERS FOR SYLUS' MYTH - BEYOND CLOUDFALL

Recaps

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapters 7-8 (see Abyssal Blossom deep dive below) Chapter 9

Thoughts

Young Sylus thoughts Things That Fucked Me Up Deep dive of Abyssal Blossom: dream or reality? (Includes recaps of chapters 7-8)

References between myth and main story/memories

Allusions to Sylus' Past

Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 2.12 Continuous Symphony "A wounded person might never wake up again if they fall asleep." video clip "Was it this song?" (includes video/audio of the reverie) Lost Oasis Sylus drawing "Do you think we're talking about the same world?" "I'm thinking about what you were like before you became the N109 Zone's Sylus." "By knowing someone's past, you can understand their present self."

Parallels

Long-Awaited Revelry + Continuous Symphony: Vision Long-Awaited Revelry + Continuous Symphony: Remembering Long-Awaited Revelry + Lost Oasis: This WorldIntrusive Thoughts

Answering asks related to the myth

Why did Sylus use MC to kill himself? Is main story Sylus suicidal? — Counterpoint + Additional Commentary

Healing Sylus Posts For Post-Reading

Sylus post I look at when I'm sad "Are you satisfied with it, my beloved?" Audio "You should know very well that I adore you." Audio 🎶 Rock-a-bye baby 🎶 Audio Girlie pop Sylus Audio Meo-aww! Audio Meow meow Audio Meow-hmph Audio Soft Sylus supremacy, part 1 Soft Sylus supremacy, part 2 His smile 🥹 Sylus being perfect I just like his face 💁‍♀️ Big fan of this actually 🥹 Subjecting the fandom to my hand fetish, part 3 Zero fucking context Down bad for Sylus

☆ Will update as needed. I live in this pit of despair now. I will be dissecting this myth until I die I guess. 💔

[ash5monster01]

Piano Man

Chapter Two - If I Only Had the Words (to Tell You) 🎶

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, mentions of heartbreak, abandonment issues, emotional vulnerability, heart ache, established relationship

Summary: You and Steve have been dating for nearly 6 months, all of which he’s enjoyed. Yet it has been exactly a year since Nancy told him he was bullshit. So even though he desperately wants to tell you he loves you he’s afraid you might say he’s bullshit too.

word count: 2k

One ←→ Three

Masterlist

Fall 1985

But I only have these arms to hold you

It’s a dark Fall night. The house smelling of popcorn you had popped earlier to watch during a movie. Halloween decorations had been plastered all over Steve’s home, a home that hadn’t been decorated for any holiday in a very long time. You had changed that though, changed him. You made not only this home full, but his heart. Which is why Steve lies beside you in his bed absolutely hating himself for not being able to tell you how he feels. How much he loves you, how much you had saved him these last six months.

You had been there for it all. Cheering in the stands when he graduated, taking your lunch break to visit him everyday at Scoops Ahoy, not getting jelous of his newfound friendship with Robin, taking care of him when the monsters returned and the mall burned down, and even helping him and Robin get hired at the video store where you had worked this entire time. Everytime he thought you'd leave, somehow you were still there, and he appreciated you for every bit of it. So why the hell couldn't he say it?

He knew why. He knew because everytime he looked at the plastic Halloween decorations filling his home he was brought right back to Tina's Halloween party. Right back to that very bathroom where the only girl he ever loved looked into his eyes and told him he was bullshit. It had been a year but he still remembered how devastated he was, how his heart felt as she ripped it straight from his chest. The look in her eyes was seared into his memory, devoid of any emotion but distate blazing in them. He couldn't relive that, wouldn't relive that. Especially with you.

He may have loved Nancy but with you it was different. With you, he knew you were going to be the one. The one person handcrafted specifically for him. A soul designed to match his own in a large and lonely world. Somehow he had found you and now he wouldn't do anything to risk it, he would guarantee it. It had hurt when Nancy said she didn't love him but if you did. Well that would kill him.

"What kind of candy do the kids like?" you ask in the dark bedroom, voice overlapping that of Billy Joel's from the cassette player. You're My Home played softly throughout the room and you wished Steve knew that was how you felt about him. That until now you were pretty sure you had nowhere to belong and now you belonged to him.

"Why do you ask?” Steve hums, hands reaching to run through your hair. He lived for nights like this, where you just laid here with legs tangled together and talked about things practically meaningless.

"Well I want to make them happy, I know how much they love Halloween. Dustin hasn't shut up about it all week and I want something to cheer Mike up. I know how badly they wanted to dress up as The Goonies but with Will and El gone they can't" you tell Steve, hand lacing with his own under the covers. Steve smiles softly at you and how much you care for the very kids he had taken under his own wing.

"I don't know what kind of candy they like, I'm sure whatever is fine. As for Mike, tell him we can be Andy and Brand. Maybe I can convince Robin to be Data or something" Steve tells you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. The image of Robin in the Data costume meant for Will makes you giggle and Steve is pulling you closer, chest brushing against your own.

"You'd give up our Grease costume for that?" you ask, knowing how excited he was to be Danny Zuko and wear his leather jacket.

"Yeah but don't tell them that. They'll get big heads" Steve grumbles, practically hearing Dustin tease him about how much he loves all of them. You giggle against him and Steve warms over, feeling those very words sitting heavy on his chest. If only he had the words to tell you. He knew you were waiting, wondering why he hadn't said them. If you only had time to understand why he struggled with it so much. Everyone he ever loved left, if he said these words outloud he couldn't risk you leaving him too.

"You're the best Stevie" you tell him, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to his nose. Steve hums in delight, not allowing you to back away as he pulls you to his lips and kisses you quickly. He knows you love him, you only said things like that to replace those very words. If he would just say it your response would have been 'I love you Stevie'. Instead he gets broad statements that he has slowly come to despise.

"Yeah, yeah, best babysitter ever" he mumbles and you giggle because even though he pretends to hate it you know how much he loves it. How much he loves those kids. If he didn't he wouldn't spend time with them. One of those very kids was his ex girlfriend’s brother and he never let any of those things stop him. He was always there for them.

"Only the best can handle six kids at a time" you tell him and Steve searches your eyes, loving how when you look at them they’re filled with adoration instead of hate. He knows not saying anything won't change your feelings and you will carry on loving him without it. He just couldn't bring himself to say it, the urge never there even though he was practically dying inside to tell you. He wished you knew how hard it is to say.

Sometimes when he finds himself even close he feels silly. I love you seemed too simple to portray the love he had for you. It was so basic, a word your heard on the radio over and over again. Every song as simple as the last. How unoriginal were his words when the radio repeats them every single day? Even with his love for Billy Joel he figures he'll never find a song to sing you. One that perfectly depicted exactly how he felt about you. He doesn't want to sing those tired words again, words he wasted on people who never loved him back.

“You ever think about having kids?” Steve asks, leaning back into the pillow and staring at his ceiling. You admire the soft tufts of his hair on his chest, the way his bicep flexes as he reaches to tuck his hand under his head. He’s so handsome and it should scare you that your boyfriend of only six months has suddenly asked you about having kids and yet you don’t seem to mind.

“All the time” you tell him earnestly, snuggling into his side and grazing your fingers along his sternum, grinning when he shivers from your touch.

“I want to have a whole bunch, make me feel better about being an only child” Steve says, his hand pressed to your back slowly sliding up and into your hair.

“What do you mean, make you feel better?” you ask, lifting your head to glance at the boys face as he continues to be deep in thought.

“I was a lonely kid, my parents never really cared to pay any attention and without any siblings or cousins I was left to my own devices. I think it’s half the reason I was such an asshole in high school” he says, almost wincing at the thought of how many people he had treated like shit over the years just to guarantee he wouldn’t be all alone.

“You were protecting yourself” you say, understanding exactly what he means and Steve nods, eyes glancing down at your form.

“I want my kids to have built in friends and even better, present parents” he tells you and suddenly you find yourself wanting nothing more than to have kids with the boy beside you.

“You’ll be the best Dad Steve, I just know it” you tell him and there are those words again, sitting on his tongue and begging to escape but he just can’t seem to let them go. He hates himself for it, looking away before you see the regret in his eyes.

“I hope so, I just wish my Grandpa was still around to see it” he says, thinking of the only person in his life who ever really liked him for him when he was growing up. The man who had heaven sent you straight to him when he needed you the most.

“He is, don’t you worry about that Stevie” you tell him, eyes fluttering close as you listen to cassette playing in the room. The boombox clicked, indicating the start of a new song. Worse Comes to Worst slowly filling the room.

“Oh worse comes to worst. I’ll get along” you start singing the melody into the dark night air, the fall breeze fluttering in from the window and brushing against the curtains.

“I don’t know how, but sometimes - I can be strong” Steve starts singing along with you and suddenly your both giggling into the night, sharing a love for one another and a love for Billy Joel. The very man that had brought you two together.

“Do you ever get sick of listening to him?” Steve asks and you know he’s asking you about Billy Joel. You shake your head softly against his chest, gazing into those hazel eyes.

“No, he reminds me of you. Makes me feel close to you no matter where I am. Yet I suppose that’s exactly how he makes you feel about your Grandpa” you say, voice humming along the boys ribs.

“Yeah but now he reminds me of you too” Steve admits and you smile before leaning up and capturing his lips in your own. When you had approached the sad boy in the record store you never would have imagined it would bring you here.

"I'm gonna try and sleep" you tell the boy, snuggling closer and allowing your heavy eyelids to close. Steve smiles softly and presses another kiss to your forehead. He knows life goes on and tonight will soon be gone. Another missed opportunity to tell you exactly how he feels. His wished he had the words to tell you but instead he only has his arms to hold you, pulling you closer into him. It's really all you can ask of any man, to be held with such love even if he won't say it.

"Goodnight Rosy" he mutters, 'I love you' he says in his head. He knows disappointment swells in your chest, having been by his side for six months and waiting to know exactly how he felt about you. The only noise in the dark room now is the voice of Billy Joel and your soft breathing. He pulls you close, relishing in the feeling of having you in his arms. When he’s sure you’re asleep he tells you.

"I love you Rosy, I really do. Just please don't give up on me, I promise I want to say it. You deserve to know just how much I adore you but every person I've ever loved has left me. I know you won't but I need time for my head to catch up with my heart. Until then, if I only had the words to tell you..."

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[meshlact9901]

“The Bad Batch's musical tastes”🤘🎶

While watching music videos of my favorite bands I came up with the idea of ​​doing this based on the personality of each of my boys and this is what came out.

💀💀💀💀

Hunter

He likes Rock and Metal. He is attracted by rough and guttural voices, voices like those of Mike Patton, Chester Bennington, Chris Cornell, Layne Staley will undoubtedly fascinate him.

Tech

Based on the personality of our intelligent boy, he will be attracted to classical music and Jazz and that type of mathematical music that makes him use his brilliant mind, although as usual he will study each genre he hears and will be fascinated, leading him to discover more good music.

Wrecker

Without a doubt, metal and thrash metal are the thing of our strong and tough boy, although with that chicken heart he has a guilty pleasure with a very cheesy song which he sings in secret and when he discovers it he will blame Omega for reproducing it.

Crosshair

It is a fact that our boy with a dark personality would be a proud Emo who loves Post Punk, Gothic Rock and everything that has to do with a misunderstood society with which he feels deeply identified and would undoubtedly be the person who would call you Poser when telling him your tastes.

Echo

A man with a maternal sense loves 80s music and classic rock without a doubt Queen, The Beatles and the Stones top his playlist and his favorite from the 80s would be “Everybody wants to rule the World” by Tears for fears

Omega

She shares tastes with her brothers but pop is something she loves

Adult Omega

Although now that she has more mature tastes, she plays her brothers' music now that she travels alone and her playlist is a mix of all her music.

Well, for being clones, their personalities are very different and I love them for that, it was fun to do this, I miss my boys 🤎

[razorblade180]

Warm Tune

[Atlas Security]

Weiss:*walks in* Winter?

Winter:Ah, you’re here. Staying warm?

Weiss:I’m just fine but is the heating okay? I know it’s a scheduled maintenance but it’s going a little slow.

Winter:Penny found issues with more heating coils than expected and is replacing them as we speak. Not exactly a job you want to rush but yes, people are getting a little antsy. Especially in Mantle. I might have to trouble you with going down there. Grimm live for moments like these.

Weiss:I doubt it’ll get that serious. The kids are down there.

Winter:Wha- Why!?

Weiss:Morale. *pulls up cameras*

xxxxxx

Right in the heart of Mantle, Nicholas walks with SDC employees, his friends, and Whitley to hand out cups of hot chocolate to the citizens. The warm treat keeps the crowd level headed enough to listen to reason from Jaune and friends while the children get drawn in by the sound of melodic guitar being played near a fountain at the city center.

Summer: 🎶Dancing bears, painted wings. Things I almost remember.

And a song someone sings. Once upon a December.

Someone holds me safe and warm. Horses prance through a silver storm.

Figures dancing gracefully. Across my memory~🎶

The intercoms around the city let out an angelic cry; soft, yet powerful and operatic alongside proud instrumentals that whisks everyone into a wonderland where the cold no longer feels frightening.

xxxxxx

Weiss: 🎶Someone holds me safe and warm. Horses prance through a silver storm.

Figures dancing gracefully….🎶

xxxxxx

🎶Across my memory~

Far away, long ago. Glowing dim as an ember~

Things my heart used to know. Things it yearns to remember….

And a song someone sings~

…..Once upon a December~🎶

xxxxxxx

Weiss happily watches as her daughter bows and waves to the audience celebrating the sudden performance. She even looks right at an drone and mouths “thank you” to her mother.

Winter:*smiles* I suppose I was worried for nothing.

Weiss:A little music and a hot drink this time of year always helps.

Penny, over coms: Can you keep that up for like…ten more minutes?

Weiss:*looks at video*

Summer:*starts strumming*

Weiss:Sure thing but I don’t know how many festive songs Summer knows before she starts singing headbangers and random pop songs.

Summer: 🎶Do you wanna build a snowman….?🎶

Weiss:Penny, you have about four songs

Winter:Summer hates Frozen.

Weiss:That’s why I know we have like four songs!

[ghosts-bandwagon]

I’ve recently picked up the guitar again and OWIE my fingies!!! I’ve lost my callouses and now I gotta build them up again and wowie owie they hurt… so here’s the 141 + König with an s/o that plays an instrument!

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

He’s mesmerized, he’s watching your fingers as they move up and down the keyboard, hypnotized by how graceful they are

(Bonus points if you’re on the task force with him, he’s in awe that something so beautiful is made by those hands that have killed before)

He loves hearing you play, even if it’s just practice, those warm up scales are like music to his hears, he’s instantly flooded with warmth as soon as he hears them, he knows beautiful music will soon follow

Whether you were classically trained, picked it up as a hobby, or you’ve made a career out of it, it’s all the same to him, you are amazing and the music you play sounds gorgeous coming from your hands

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

He loves hearing you play, as soon as you grab your guitar he knows he’s in for a treat

He drops what he’s doing and goes wherever you’re sitting just to be in the same room

Even if you’re just strumming to warm up, it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard, he’s holding his breath when you start playing and if you sing??? Man’s gonna be window shopping for an engagement ring

It’s so magical hearing you play, he’s definitely gonna request a song or two, always cracks up when you say “anyway here’s wonderwall” and then you actually play it??? Incredible

John Price:

He’s so in love with you, it’s not even funny. He loves hearing the music carrying through the house, it’s so fucking beautiful to him

The living room is furnished around the piano, his favorite chair is positioned so that he’s able to watch you play

Sometimes he likes to sit on the bench with you and lean on you as you play, his eyes never leaving the way your fingers gracefully glide over the ivory keys

Whether you’re playing your favorite Chopin song, a song from your favorite video game or movie, or a pop song you heard on the radio, it all sounds so gorgeous to him, bonus points if it’s a song he knows, he’ll be humming along

Might even nod off on the sofa while he’s listening to you practice

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Gerrick:

Oh god he’s obsessed

Every time he hears a song he likes he sends it to you like, “[link] 👀🎶?” He has every ounce of confidence in your musical skills, whether you’re a novice or a professional

If you play more than one instrument? Rip. He wants the guitar version and the piano version of the same song smh so demanding

And when you’re able to pull it off? He’s hype man number one, he’s applauding like a mad man, like his life depends on cheering you on

Low key has recorded one of your practice sessions, he loves letting it play when he’s overseas and in his room, he feels so much closer to you, it’s like you’re right there with him and he feels so at peace

König:

He’s rooted in his seat as soon as he sees you grab your acoustic guitar, he immediately gets comfortable

Even if you’re just practicing and running through the same verse over and over again, he loves watching and hearing you

He watches your fingers as they pluck the strings and glide along the fretboard, he’s watching the way your tongue pokes out when you’re really focused, he chuckles quietly when you hit a sour note and groan

He’s every bit as excited as you are when you call him over to hear the finished song, he’s watching you with stars in his eyes as all the hours you spent practicing comes together

As soon as you’ve finished playing the new song, he’s got your face in his hands, peppering kisses all over you, he’s so proud of you!!!

(funny story that no one asked for bc I love over sharing: playing the piano is what made my husband want to date me when we first met 🤭)

[newsatsix1986]

A promotional image of Rory Fleck Byrne as Gerry Carroll with his Tony Bartuccio Dancers from Decision 87 🌟

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It still brings me so much joy that our second season opened up with a song and dance number. Watching Gerry and his dancers sing and dance to Aretha Franklin and George Michael's 'I Knew You Were Waiting For Me' was a joyous way to welcome in the season, after waiting two years for it. I now cannot listen to the song without thinking about Gerry!

Did you know that we weren't initially going to have a song and dance number to open the season? In a tweet that Michael Lucas wrote on the day Decision 87 first aired, he mentions that it wasn't present in early drafts of the episode script, however it was the suggestion to include the line "please thank the Tony Bartuccio Dancers" as an off-screen announcement from Emma Freeman that allowed for this nerdy joy to escalate beautifully! If you enjoyed the musical number, you have Emma Freeman to thank. What a legend! 👸🏻

It just happened to be a perfect nod to some real Australian pop culture history too. The variety show host Don Lane used to have the Tony Bartuccio Dancers on his Don Lane show, which went from 1975 to 1983. In this picture (a screengrab from a video uploaded by Oz Kitsch on their Twitter and Tik Tok pages) you can see Don with the dancers in his rendition of Billy Joel's 'Tell Her About It' from 1983. Look at that Lycra costuming glory! I love it! 😂

There are a few similarities between Gerry Carroll and Don Lane (1933 - 2009); both entertainers living in Australia who came from overseas, Gerry from Ireland and Don from America. They both host variety shows in the 1980s and they both love to include song and dance numbers in their programmes! The more you dig into Australian pop culture and history from the 1980s, the more you realise how bloody clever the showmakers of The Newsreader have been in their commitment to the era. Locate a cheesy 80s song and dance number to listen to today! 😉💖🎶🌟📺

[kyokittymeow]

Time Twins Headcanon's (PART 2)

⏳Krux:

•Hidden talent: Can play the piano and is really good at it 🎹

•Hates crowds

•Hates it when it's too loud

•Krux would be oddly good at video games

•The only thing he would actually play is Mario Kart with Acronix

•Loves reading (History books especially!)

•There's nothing that breaks his heart more than seeing Acronix cry (Which doesn't happen a lot, but when it does, he's a sobbing mess)

Krux would cook him his favourite meal to cheer him up and gives him as many hugs, as he needs 🫂

•Despite being in his 60s he's still as strong as he was when he was in his 20s. That's because he kept training in those 40 years 🏋️ (I belive in buff Krux supermacy 🛐)

•Silly time! Krux can pick up Acronix easily and Acronix has no chance to get free from his grip.

•Also he would win against Acronix in arm wrestling (Acronix is NOT happy about this)

•Fears frogs since he was a child 🐸

•Thinks he's the more handsome twin lmao

•Feels the need to always act strong in front of his brother (hates to show weakness)

📱Acronix:

•Loves listening to music. His favourites are pop, rock and rap 🎶

•Plays video games. Mostly on his phone or Borgpad but also has a Nintendo Switch

Mostly plays shooter games, Super Mario games and Pokemon

•Eats, a LOT, but his body stays healthy and muscular 💪 (no one knows how)

•Wants to try EVERY new food that he had missed out in the past 40 years

And wants to know/see everything in general that he had missed out.

•Swears a lot

•Veeeery impatient

•Sometimes wears Krux's clothes (it gives him comfort ◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡)

•Needs Krux's attention 24/7. He annoys the shit outta Krux, when he gets ignored

•His fav breakfast is bacon and eggs 🍳🥓

•Can't sit still for 5 min for god's sake (adhd kicks)

•Is a whiny bitch when he's sick. Acts like he's dying

•Sometimes helps out Krux in the museum. Of course in his own disguise. He calls himself Nixon and pretends to be Krux's son.

⏳📱Both:

•Krux was actually gay first, but after he met Misako he was like "okay boys are hot..but holy shit this woman..."

And Acronix was straight first, but later he was like "damn, boys look fuckable as well.."

(these two are a fucking disaster pff)

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Part 1 | Part 3

[kindsoulbuddy]

The thing about praise and worship music at church is that

It’s catchy

Repetitive simple lyrics

It’s played on repeat every Sunday

So even though I’ve been deconstructing for years from evangelicalism, most days praise and worship music from my youth plays in my head.

So every once in a while I’ll sing to myself something joyful like “I got peace like a river I got peace like a river I got peace like a river in my soul!” 🎶

Or maybe “ Better is one day in your courts than thousands elsewhere!” 🎶

Or maybe something peaceful like “As the deer panteth for the water so my soul longeth after Thee…”🎶

Mostly it doesn’t bother me.

But then 90s/Y2K Christian pop music gets stuck in my head.

Like sometimes Rebecca St. James lyrics go through my head like this one glorifying purity culture:

“I am waiting for, praying for you darling! Wait for me too, wait for me as I wait for you! Darling Wait!”

Or you know just songs from DC Talk..

“What if I stumble, what if I fall? What if I lose my step and I make fools of us all?”

Or

“There’s no time to change your mind, the Son has come and you’ve been left behind.”

I think about the awful Rapture Anxiety I had for years and years…

And then i think about being in youth group and yes the fun times but also the moments when we had alter calls.

And the crying and sobbing. The speaking in tongues. The teenagers falling on their faces.

The sensationalized, sometimes violent “Human Videos” (just look up human videos on YouTube there are many).

Teens vowing to die for Christ.

When the Columbine shooting happened all we heard about were the apocryphal stories of students being martyred for Jesus.

I wondered “will a shooter come into our church today and ask us to deny Christ or be shot? What will I do if that happens??”

And what if I lose my salvation just because I had doubts? And what if I get possessed by a demon?

Not to mention purity culture and what it does to a young girl. (All kids suffered but we girls had to be modest and never cause any man to stumble by looking at our shoulder or something)

Abstinence class and signing a pledge to remain a pure virgin until my wedding night.

All the teenagers in every youth group were running around with raging hormones and couldn’t do anything about it. So a lot of us got married quickly. (I was engaged at 19, married at 21).

I mean I’m not even getting into young earth creationism or anti-gay rhetoric or pro life marches, etc..

But you can see that so much of my life (as good as it was for the most part, I was fortunate)was fear based?

And the thing is most of the people (congregation, I can’t speak for all the pastors and church leaders) at church didn’t mean for it to happen that way.

See, I was taught that there is freedom in Christianity. But why didn’t I feel free? That must mean my faith is weak, right?

It’s just so exhausting.

And I went to church regularly for my first 33 years of life. I volunteered, I taught Sunday school classes. I was trying to do it the right way.

Then Covid 19 happened.

I was forced to stop going to church for the first time in my life.

And honestly for years before this I was deconstructing. What really sped this process along was a certain Orange president and his very un-Christianlike followers.

And like Paul in the book of Acts, the scales fell off my eyes. I was blind but now could see. Really see.

The way my Christian peers were acting. The way they refused vaccines and even wearing masks. The cult-like behavior toward Donald Trump. The Christian nationalists.

And after a few months of no church…I realized I didn’t miss it.

After 2020, my deconstruction days really took off. I still don’t go to church (outside of a few weeks trying a gay-affirming congregation).

I used to compulsively pray.

And for hours i would pore over the scriptures trying to glean special meaning. Taking copious notes deep into the night.

(have OCD and I now realize that this brand of religion made my OCD symptoms so much worse.)

But it’s weird…

I have religious trauma. I’m learning about how I was literally in a cult. I’m still trying to unlearn stuff. I still get fearful sometimes about “what if I’m wrong?”.

But I still have good memories of growing up in church. Just like how I still sing old church songs in my head.

I’ve been to many churches, but I grew up in a small country church. I knew it like the back of my hand. It’s how I met some of my best friends and in turn, it’s how I met my husband of 17 years.

I can’t say I regret it. Like anything in life it’s complicated and complex.

I miss the social aspect of church too. I’ve never found another social space like it. I’ve tried! I can’t figure out any other “3rd place” that resembles it.

I’m not sure why i wrote so much down except to say i know a lot of people understand where I’m coming from.

In the meantime, I like to go on r/fundiesnarkuncensored, also i watch Fundie Fridays on YouTube…and I do quite a bit of reading on the subject of others who left the church. Recently I just read Tia Levings’ new book “the Well Trained Wife.”

I’m more at peace about it.

But I think my complex feelings and even some doubts will follow me forever.

[curiouslynn5]

Little FAQ about yours truly. 😊

😊👻🎶☕️🍣🏞️👾

I’m just a weird gal trying to survive in this weird world. In my everyday life, I’m a soon to be mother🤰🏻, a photographer📷, a lover of all things relating to horror & general spookiness, music of all kinds, reading, strolling through museums, history(it was my major and it lowkey is just sexy when someone can throw history facts at me😅), thrift & antique shops, coffee, animals(I have two cats that I absolutely adore💕), sushi and sashimi, video games, swimming, anime(I have a long list of anime that I LOVE so feel free to ask me about it!), & art in all of its outlets. I have a big heart that I don’t let a lot of people see due to years of misuse, but if you’re willing to be patient with me, I think I’m great company to have. 😊 I love to laugh and have fun, and I’m always down for new friends, so don’t be afraid to pop in and say hello!

NSFW ⬇️😊

‼️‼️ I am NOT looking for one night stands, simple play partners, or insanely far long-distance relationships. I also DO NOT get involved in any relationships with partners older than me by 6 years(I’m 28, for the record). If you cannot keep a conversation flowing with genuine replies, I will not interact with you. Any unsolicited dick pics will get you blocked.‼️‼️

😘💀💋⛓️🔪🩸🖤

Not so vanilla me enjoys a variety of activities, including, but not limited to:

•Choking, spanking, bruising, biting, hair pulling, verbal degradation, praise, face/throat f*cking, being tied up, forced submission(cnc, r*pe play, stalking play), somno😍😍😍, orgasm control/denial, teasing.

Curious about, but haven’t had the opportunity to try:

•Kn!fe play, intruder play, sensory play, exhibitionism & voyeurism, shibari, sneaky public play, cuckolding.

Hard limits include, but aren’t limited to:

••Bodily fluids(excluding blood & spit), breath play, an@l play(sorry, not sorry😕), no line of communication being available(communication is key for me), gaping, bad hygiene, lg/age play(none of that ‘daddy’ stuff, respectfully), pet play, punching/kicking/etc., hooks, non-consensual sharing.

Maybe we have something in common? Let’s chitchat & find out. & if you’re on Fetlife, be sure to let me know so we can give each other a follow/add on there! 😊

[drvirgus]

The life you dreamed of

(Series)

Description: Y/n a K-pop Idol of the 5-Member Group Moonlight. But what happens when she falls in Love? How exactly is her life as an Idol and why did she become one?

Idol! Yeji X Idol! Reader

Warnings: Mention of Bullying and Suicide, curse words

Chapter 8:

Masterlist

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"Oh my goodness, folks!" I exclaimed as I lay on my stomach, propping up my head with my hands under my chin, a smile on my face. "Have you all heard Itzy's new song? 'Ringo' is absolutely amazing!!" I said as I sat up again.

"I'll play it for those of you who haven't heard it yet. But don't expect me to dance; I'm not really feeling it right now. I've got some serious muscle soreness from hitting the gym yesterday, and, goodness..." I added with a light laugh. I clicked around on my computer and connected it to Alexa. "Anyway, I won't talk too much; I'll just play the song. Here, I'll even put the English lyrics on screen for you," I said as I turned the camera around, pointing it at my computer.

I started playing Itzy's video, but unfortunately, an ad popped up. My eyes rolled immediately. "Why does YouTube always seem to know when you're excited and just want to watch a video? And we can't even skip it," I said, laughing lightly. I looked at the ad; it seemed to be a trailer for a new movie. "Hey... that looks cool. What movie is that?" I asked as I looked at the title. 

@KpopLover123: OMG, I can't believe you played 'Ringo'! Itzy slays! 😍🎶

@DanceQueen22: Haha, I feel you on the muscle soreness, girl! 💪😂

@MovieBuff99: That movie trailer does look epic! Anyone know the title?

@MusicFanatic22: Your live sessions are always a blast! Can't wait to hear the new song. 🙌

@GymRatFitness: Props to you for hitting the gym, even with muscle soreness! 💪

@KdramaAddict: I'm dying to know the movie too! It looks so intriguing. 🎬

@ItzyOfficialFan: Thank you for sharing Itzy's new song with us! 💖

@ChillVibesOnly: Your lives are always so fun and entertaining. Keep it up! 🎉

@RingoFanatic: Obsessed with 'Ringo' already! Can't wait for the dance cover next time. 😉

@MovieMania:  I think that movie is 'The Shadows Within.' Looks like a must-watch!

My eyes scanned through the comments, but I quickly returned my attention to the video as it began to play. The lyrics were displayed in three languages. I loved it, especially since I didn't understand Japanese at all. Yeji had tried to teach me some, but my Japanese was limited to the anime I watched.

The video played, and I had my mouth slightly open as I immersed myself in the lyrics. When the song finished, I turned the camera back towards me and propped my phone up against the screen, which I had turned off beforehand. I looked into the camera again, wearing a smile.

"You all probably know what a fangirl I am. Mamamoo is my number one and I think they'll always be. But Itzy? Itzy and Newjeans, oh boy... I love their music sooo much, you can't even imagine," I said, laughing lightly, as I raised my arms to adjust the small ponytail I had on.

The shirt I was wearing, with a few buttons undone, revealing a hint of my neckline, was in my favorite color: green. I had on knee-length black shorts and socks. My window was wide open as it was pretty warm.

"Which group is your favorite? I'd love to know more about you," I said with a smile on my face. My eyes went back to the comments as I fell silent to read each one carefully.

KpopLoveAndMoonlight: Y/n, your multifandom love is the best! Moonlight fans are here supporting you all the way. 🌙❤️

MoonlightFanatic: Y/n, your love for Mamamoo and Itzy is awesome! 🌟 But don't forget about Moonlight – your group is fire too!

NotImpressed: Y/n, you're acting like a groupie. Find your own identity, please!

MusicManiac22: Y/n, your love for music is so contagious! I'm a big fan of Stray Kids, but Itzy is high up on my list too.

 K-popPurist: Y/n, you're supposed to support your own group, not promote others. Moonlight should be your priority. 🌙❌

KdramaAddict: Y/n, you've got great taste in music! I'm a BTS stan, but Itzy's music is a guilty pleasure of mine too. 😄

TrueMoonlightStan: Y/n, you're fake AF. Moonlight deserves better than someone like you. 🙅‍♀️🌙

KpopFanatic88: Y/n, you're such a versatile K-pop fan! Mamamoo, Itzy, and Newjeans? You've got excellent taste.

MoonlightFanatic: Y/n, I'm all about Moonlight! Your group's music has a special place in my heart. 🌙💫

Sighing, I put on a smile, but then I suddenly received a private message. I read it immediately since it was displayed to me briefly. I chuckled with amusement.

Yeji (10:19): Close the buttons!

I grinned at the camera as I glanced briefly at my neckline. So, Yeji was watching my live stream? She seemed to be the only one who had noticed. Not even the comments were of a sexual nature, so why did it bother her?

I cleared my throat to avoid grinning too much. "Well then, folks. Take a guess at who's watching my live right now? Let's see how many people get it right," I said with a light laugh, my grin growing wider. I adjusted my collar with my hand.

Yeji (10:20): You really want the shippers to go crazy, huh?

MusicFanatic123: Y/n, give us a hint! Who's the special guest? 🕵️‍♀️😍

YejiStan_94: I bet it's Yeji! 🙈❤️

KpopLover_23: It's Yeji for sure! No one else could make Y/n blush like that! 😏❤️

YejiStan_94: What if it's Moonbyul from Mamamoo? 😱

ItzyForever: Maybe it's Ryujin or Yunjin!

Laughing, I glanced at the comments. "Well, I'll leave that to your imagination," I said as I picked up my phone. "That's it for my live. Thank you for tuning in," I waved to the camera and then ended my live stream. I let out a sigh and immediately opened a private chat with Yeji.

Smiling, I called the older woman, and she answered promptly. I could see her with her red hair, seemingly cleaning her apartment. I grinned and said, "Good day, Hwang Yeji," with a light laugh as I gazed into her beautiful eyes on the screen. Yeji laughed a bit, "Y/n, are you really trying to get me in trouble?"

I chuckled softly, "Why do you say that?" I asked as I got up from my gaming chair and held my phone in my hand. "Can you please button up your shirt?" Yeji requested, which made me pause for a moment. I looked at her through the screen. Her request had taken me by surprise. I let out a small laugh and shrugged.

She looked at me with a puzzled expression as I laughed, "Why? I'm about to take a shower, and I have something else to do afterward," I replied with a shrug. This time, I had waterproof headphones on since I knew I had to shower. Yeji's eyes widened a bit, and she asked, "Wait... you want to talk to me while you're in the shower?" Her question made me chuckle.

I shrugged my shoulders again, "Why not? We haven't talked in a while, and you've been so busy, just like me. I kind of miss your voice," I said as I placed my phone on the sink. I could only faintly make out Yeji blushing.

"Okay," she replied softly. I slowly undressed, and I chuckled, "What's wrong? Have you never seen another woman naked?" I teased, laughing. "Don't worry, I won't show myself," I added as I stepped into the shower and turned on the water.

"Do you do this often?" Yeji asked, causing my forehead to furrow slightly. She couldn't see me, just as I couldn't see her. "What do you mean?" I asked as I sprayed some shampoo into my hand to wash my hair. "I meant... uh... showering," she clarified.

I stopped my movements in surprise. I pushed the shower curtain aside a bit and stuck my head out so Yeji could see me. I looked quite bewildered and speechless, which seemed to make Yeji even more nervous. She suddenly burst into laughter. "N-No, I meant... uh... showering and talking on the phone at the same time," she corrected herself, making me laugh too.

"I was about to say. Do you think I'm so dirty that I hardly ever shower?" I asked, laughing. Yeji seemed to look to the side. Her whole face turned red. I couldn't help but smile as I continued to shower. Yeji cleared her throat, "No, it's my first time, to be honest. But Hanni or Yuna are often in the bathroom with me when I shower. Maybe that's why it doesn't feel any different for me right now," i explained, finally answering her question.

"Wait... so... they've seen you naked?" she asked, her voice an octave higher than before. I chuckled as I rinsed away the shampoo. "Yes," I replied, still chuckling as I continued to shower. Yeji didn't respond, and I couldn't move the curtain to see her at the moment.

"Yeji?" I asked after a short while. She immediately hummed to get my attention. I smiled, "Oh no, I just thought you had hung up because I couldn't hear anything," I said, which made Yeji snort with amusement. "By the way, what are you up to?" she asked, feeling a bit embarrassed.

I cleared my throat as I continued shaving, feeling somewhat embarrassed. "Um... please don't judge me," I began, which made Yeji chuckle. "Hey, I would never judge you, Y/n," she replied, making me feel more at ease. I licked my lips nervously and finally said, "Well... I'm meeting up with Yuqi from G-Idle."

I finished showering and stepped out of the shower, immediately wrapping a towel around myself after drying my hair. My eyes landed on my phone as I saw Yeji with her mouth hanging open. "A... date?" she asked, sounding surprised. I laughed awkwardly.

"N-No, well... I don't think so. We're just going out for drinks," I replied, causing Yeji's eyes to narrow. She furrowed her brow, asking, "Don't you have a crush on Ryujin?" Her shock was evident. I wiped my still-damp hair back and chuckled lightly.

"Not for a long time, Yeji. That was just a crush I had," I replied with a light laugh. However, Yeji looked visibly shocked. Her forehead creased as she pressed her lips together. I smirked slightly as I started brushing my teeth. "How did that happen?" Yeji asked, her voice a bit quieter now, her phone a bit farther away from her. I could see Yeji hugging her knees to her chest with her arms wrapped around them.

Her voice sounded really cute right now...

I spat out the toothpaste and looked into the camera. "We got to talking after we did a TikTok challenge for our latest song. Then she asked me out, and I accepted," I explained with a slight smile. Yeji nodded her head, gazing into the camera. She started to pout.

"Why... didn't you ask me?" she sighed softly. I stopped my movements and looked at my phone. I smiled a little and said, "Oh, baby, you don't really look like you can handle much right now," I said, chuckling softly. But Yeji didn't really join in on the laughter.

I stopped laughing and said, "I didn't know you'd want to come. You're probably tired from all the work. You should rest a bit," I added, which made Yeji exhale in frustration. She furrowed her brow and said, "Let me decide that, Y/n." She licked her lips and continued, "Besides, you're tired too! I see those dark circles under your eyes! And I see videos of you all the time. You seem to be working all the time!"

Somehow... she seemed angry...

I placed my phone on my bed and started getting dressed. I bit my lip, unsure of how to respond. "I'm fine," I replied, which made Yeji huff. I swallowed nervously. Was my racing heart due to not wanting Yeji to be upset?

"I'm sorry. Next time, I'll invite you, okay?" I offered, and Yeji let out a sigh. I glanced back at my phone. Fortunately, I got dressed rather quickly. I was wearing tight black jeans and a white crop top that showed a bit of cleavage. Over it, I had a shirt that I left unbuttoned. My hair was tied up in a short ponytail.

"It's not about that, Y/n... I just want to see you again. It's been weeks since we saw each other in person," Yeji pouted. A smile spread across my face. I grinned almost mischievously. "That can be arranged," I replied, causing Yeji's eyes to widen. She chuckled. "But I have to go now, Yeji," I said as I glanced at the clock.

Yeji's eyes widened. "So early?" she asked, checking the time. I laughed, "Daydrinking is the best drinking," I said with a wink, prompting Yeji to roll her eyes. She bid me farewell, and we both hung up.

I made my way to the door, where my shoes were waiting. I put on a pair of white sneakers and headed out.

[cherrygirlystuff]

Let’s Talk About the New Indie It-Girl – Meet Gabriette!

Hey, babe! 🌸 So, if you haven’t heard of Gabriette yet, where have you been? Because she is everywhere right now, and honestly, we’re all obsessed. Whether you’re scrolling through TikTok, browsing Instagram, or diving into your favorite indie playlists, Gabriette is the name on everyone’s lips. She’s the new indie It-girl, and let me tell you – she’s about to take over your world. Let’s get into all the reasons why Gabriette is the ultimate girl crush we never knew we needed but absolutely can’t get enough of. 🎧✨

Who Is Gabriette? 🌟

Okay, so first things first – who exactly is Gabriette? She’s this effortlessly cool singer-songwriter who’s got the indie scene buzzing right now. Her vibe? Think dreamy vocals, relatable lyrics, and an aesthetic that’s a perfect mix of grunge and glam. Gabriette’s music has this raw, emotional quality that just hits different, and she’s quickly becoming the voice of a generation that’s all about being real, vulnerable, and unapologetically themselves.

But it’s not just her music that’s making waves – Gabriette is also a total style icon. Her looks are a blend of vintage thrift finds and modern chic, giving off that effortlessly put-together vibe that we all wish we could master. From her signature tousled hair to her bold fashion choices, she’s serving lewk after lewk, and we’re here for all of it.

Why We’re All Obsessed with Gabriette 🎤

So, what is it about Gabriette that’s got everyone talking? Here’s the lowdown:

1. Her Music is a Whole Mood 🎶

Gabriette’s music is like a soundtrack to our lives. Her lyrics are poetic but relatable, touching on everything from love and heartbreak to the highs and lows of just trying to figure things out. Whether you’re in your feels or just need something chill to vibe to, Gabriette’s got a song for that. Tracks like “So I” and “Everything is Romantic” have already become instant faves, and we can’t wait to see what she drops next.

2. Her Style is Next-Level 🔥

Fashion-wise, Gabriette is killing it. She’s got that indie It-girl style down to a tee – think vintage tees, layered necklaces, oversized blazers, and those perfectly worn-in boots. She mixes and matches pieces like a pro, creating outfits that are both casual and cool, with just the right amount of edge. Plus, her makeup is always on point, whether she’s rocking a bold lip or keeping it natural with a dewy glow.

3. She’s Real and Relatable 💖

What really sets Gabriette apart is how genuine she is. In a world where so much seems curated and filtered, Gabriette is refreshingly real. She’s not afraid to get deep and personal in her lyrics, and she’s super open about her journey – the good, the bad, and everything in between. Whether she’s sharing behind-the-scenes snippets of her life or just chatting with fans online, Gabriette always keeps it 100, and we love her for that.

4. She’s All About Empowerment 💪

Gabriette is not just an indie queen – she’s also all about empowering her fans. Her music often touches on themes of self-love, independence, and standing up for yourself. She’s like that cool older sister who’s been through it all and is here to remind you that you’re strong, you’re worthy, and you’ve got this. And honestly, we could all use a little more of that energy in our lives.

The Buzz Around Gabriette – What’s Next? 🕶️

With all this hype, you might be wondering – what’s next for Gabriette? Well, she’s just getting started. Word on the street is that she’s working on some new music, and if her recent releases are anything to go by, we’re in for a real treat. Plus, she’s been popping up at all the coolest events and on everyone’s must-follow lists, so you know she’s about to blow up in a big way.

If you haven’t already, do yourself a favor and dive into Gabriette’s world. Start with her latest singles, binge-watch her music videos, and definitely hit that follow button on social media. Trust me, babe – you don’t want to miss out on what’s coming next from this indie It-girl. She’s got the talent, the style, and the vibe that’s going to make her a household name in no time.

Final Thoughts, Gorgeous: Gabriette is the It-Girl We’ve Been Waiting For 🌟

So there you have it – the scoop on Gabriette, the new indie It-girl who’s about to be your next obsession. Whether you’re here for her music, her style, or just her overall vibe, Gabriette is serving up everything we love about the indie scene with a fresh, modern twist. She’s real, she’s relatable, and she’s totally killing it right now.

Keep an eye on her, babe – Gabriette is one to watch, and I have a feeling she’s just getting started. 💋✨

Are you as obsessed with Gabriette as I am? Let’s chat in the comments about your favorite songs, her iconic style, and what you think she’ll do next! 💕

[wisteriagoesvroom]

🎶✨ when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool) 🎶✨

ok!!

1. Squabble Up — Kendrick. especially cus there was that one lewis edit to it that is so good

2. The entirety of Brat — Charli XCX. Everything is Romantic has recently grown a lot on me

3. Groove District — Starjunk 95. as ppl might know i like playing music that makes me feel like im grinding thru a video game instead of capitalist markettasks

4. New Woman - Lisa ft Rosalia. one director for the future of pop, and the future is bright

5. 2 Hands — Tate McRae. the racing marketing worked on me… plus it’s a bop

[ash5monster01]

Streetlife Serenade

Chapter Three - Weekend Song 🎶

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, money struggles, emotional vulnerability, mentions of sleeping together, minor language, just two kids in love.

Summary: You and Steve finally both get a weekend off of work and Steve wastes no time taking you on a little getaway for just the two of you. It may not be much but it’s enough.

word count: 2.5k

Two ←→ Four

Masterlist

Winter 1986

If I'm gonna lose it I might as well be doin' it right

Steve can’t tear his eyes away from the clock. It had been like this his entire shift. Robin had already yelled at him twice for not helping her restock but how could he? How could he do something as mundane as putting movies on a shelf when he knew in just two hours you will be standing at your door and ready to go?

He had been working to hard anyway, picking up shifts just to fill the time when Robin and the kids were at school, and to spend more time with you. It had been back breaking and the overtime had run him down. The only thing even keeping him alive was doing a nine to five shift and knowing it was one step closer to getting enough money to share a life with you.

When the clock finally strikes five he’s out the door as fast as Cinderella at midnight, leaving Robin in his dust who just rolls her eyes because her best friend is dumb and in love. He knew he didn’t have the money to go on a trip but for the first time since starting at Family Video you both had the weekend off, so he was going to take his girl on a get away trip. Whether you picked him up, met him at the station, or rode in his car for hours. He couldn’t afford a vacation but he could take the strain if it meant going with you.

“Hey baby, you ready?” he calls out, pushing the door open to your home. When he sees you scurry down the stairs, bag hung over your shoulder he can’t help but smile.

“How was work?” you beam at him, arms coiling around his neck the minute his wrap around your waist. He presses a sweet kiss to your lips before providing an answer.

“Long, you ready?” he asks, desperate to hit the road and have you to himself all weekend.

“Yes Mr. Eager” you say, poking at his sides and he lightly flinches and pulls away.

“I’m just excited baby, we got some money to spend tonight” he grins that Steve Harrington grin at you and you just roll your eyes, used to effect he had on you.

“No we don’t but I suppose we can treat ourselves this one time” you smile back at him, knowing this was a big step in your relationship. This was your first trip together and even if it was small it meant things were getting even more serious between you.

“Yes, let’s do this thing” he claps and you roll your eyes, moving to put on your shoes. Steve shakes away his weekday blues as he lets the anticipation of the weekend envelop him. He knew pretty soon he’d be leaving with the wages he was receiving but at the very least he could treat you to something fun.

“Come on baby, take me away” he says as your hand interlocks his and you step out the door. You roll your eyes at his excitement despite secretly loving it.

You had been excited for this trip all day too, preparing and watching the clock for when Steve would arrive. Making sure you had a meal, shower, and change of clothes for the small getaway trip. When he finally came through that door it was like a breath of fresh air to your lungs. In just a few hours you’d be in Indianapolis, in a small motel, and seeing the city for the very first time.

Taking off down the road, dusk falling upon you, you fumble through the cassettes in Steve’s center console. Searching for the perfect road trip album. Just as your fingers find the colorful album art you grab it quickly and pop it into the stereo. Streetlife Serenader starting through the speakers. Suddenly Steve chuckles to himself and you give him a curious look.

“What?” you pry, hand curling around his arm on the gearshift.

“Nothing, I just think it’s funny I find a way to burn my money as quick as I earned it” he says, flashing you a smile that holds no regret. As much as you both had been saving up to get out of that crummy job, small set backs like this made it all worth it. You can’t have a future together if you don’t spend time together now.

“You’ll earn it back next week” you tell him, eyes glancing over his form. The boy you had come to love so much in the last year.

“I’d just broke even tonight, but I know it’ll be alright. There is no one else I’d rather be doing this with than you” he says, leaning over to offer a quick kiss before facing the road.

“I’m excited. I’ve never been to a big city. What do you think the canal is like?” you muse, excited to be somewhere other than small town Hawkins for once.

“Big, what do you think the motel bed will look like?” he asks, daring a glance at you and you gasp softly, hand reaching to smack his chest.

“Steven, it’s vacation. We can’t stay in the room the whole time” you tell him with the shake of your head and he laughs.

“I know Rosy but I just worked an eight hour day at the video store and am now driving for God knows how long. I’m dreaming of that bed and more specifically you in it” he tells you earnestly and your ears burn pink, proving that nickname even further. Steve just smiles at your reaction and lets go of the gearshift to lace his fingers with your own.

“We’ll be there soon enough” you tell him, lifting his hand to press a soft kiss to his knuckles.

It was shocking how the closer you got to the city, the more you could see the bright light in the distance. You had heard how cities were always awake and until now you never really understood what that meant. It’s not until the car finally meets road between sky high buildings, lit up like Christmas trees, do you understand exactly what that means. By this time now in Hawkins the street lights would barely be providing enough light to make it down the road but here, the street was clear as day.

“It’s so beautiful” you tell Steve, an excited grin plastered across your face. You can’t tear your eyes away from the people walking the streets, laughing and talking into the night air. Something you’d never see in small street Hawkins. The only night life there was in Hawkins was high school parties in the woods.

“I’ve seen better” Steve says, mischief dripping from his tone as he eyes you in the front seat. You just roll your eyes until Steve needs help navigating the hotel. After two missed turns since you weren’t paying attention to the map, do you finally pull into the two story motel.

“Hurry up, I want to see the room” you urge him when he takes to long to collect the bags and Steve just laughs.

“Says the girl who just picked on me for wanting to see the bed” he says, shutting the trunk and holding each of your bags in each arm.

“Don’t dwell on it now, let’s move it mister” you jump excitedly and he shakes his head even though he loves you and your excitement.

Quickly checking in you discover you’re on the second floor and facing the street, your excitement carries your feet swiftly up the stairs and Steve right behind you. Using the key to unlock the door you’re met with a small room, pink sheets, and brown carpet. It’s nothing special but it’s perfect. You’ve turned and thrown yourself in Steve’s arms before he even has a chance to set down the bags and the boy laughs.

“Happy?” he asks and you nod before pulling back and kissing him as hard as you can.

“Why don’t we freshen up and get some dinner?” you offer as you pull away and steve nods with a smile.

“Sounds like a plan” he agrees easily. He didn’t have the money to be spending on dinner but based on the way his stomach rumbled and the smile on your face, he would do it. He doesn’t wanna stand here and sound accusing since everybody does their share of losing, but if he’s gonna lose, he might as well be doing it right.

When you return from the bathroom content and ready to go, you find Steve has already begun to unpack your bags. Grabbing the sweet boy and his hand, you drag him out into the cool night air, illuminated by city lights and the glow of your love for on another. You never would’ve thought approaching the cute guy in the record store would lead you to this. You couldn’t imagine your life without Steve now, there was just something that made sense. You two just worked.

“Could you ever see yourself in the city?” Steve muses, shoving a french fry in his mouth as he watches you from across the table in a small diner.

“I don’t know, I don’t think so” you respond with the shake of your head, eyes glancing over the various customers here on a late night. As much as the city was beautiful there was no community.

“Why’s that?” he questions further and you shrug, eyes cast on your half ate burger.

“As much as it���s exciting, no one knows anybody here. They’re all strangers and in a way it’s really lonely. When I go somewhere in Hawkins I know everybody. I like having those relationships. Makes me feel like I belong. I don’t think anyone could ever really belong to a city” you finally tell him, eyes shining into his own and Steve smiles.

“Same, even with all the bad things that have happened in Hawkins over the years I couldn’t really see myself leaving everyone, especially the kids” Steve tells you, hand running through his hair and you grin when one strand falls right back into place, stubborn as ever.

“King Steve hasn’t dreamed of living somewhere grander?” you tease and Steve rolls his eyes at the nickname you know he hates. You use it anyway, knowing with you he’d never have a chance to mind.

“Just with you” he answers simply, stunning you silent and you can’t help the cheesy grin that crosses your face.

“Steve Harrington would move out of his parents big luxurious house to just to bum it with a girl” you say but Steve’s stare never falters, eyes locked into your own as he tries to convey every emotion he’s ever had towards you.

“Not just any girl, you” he smiles, voice just barely above a whisper, and you have to glance away from the intensity of his stare. Your cheeks burn pink, reiterating the nickname he had gifted you all that time ago.

“I’m nothing special” you say with the shake of your head, hands reaching to tuck some hair behind your ears. Steve sighs, eyes glancing along the neon lights of the small diner, taking in the smell of grease heavy in the air, and the buzz of the milkshake machine.

“Rosy, before you I never thought I’d be happy again. That I was just one of those guys who peaked in high school and never really found anyone who would love him. Then on a particularly sad day when I wanted to feel close to my Grandpa, I ended up finding you” he tells you earnestly and finally you lift your eyes to meet his own again, a smile covering your face.

“You think it was fate?” you grin, hand reaching across the table to meet his own and Steve just smiles back, thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“Maybe but that day I told you my Grandpas favorite Billy Joel song was the one that described how he felt about my Grandmother and how the right women could turn you around and heal you when you least expect it. You did that to me Rosy, you healed me” he says and the seriousness in his eyes only furthers his point. Your heart is hammering in your chest because you had been waiting a year for Steve to tell you he loves you and this is the closest you had ever gotten. You knew that he did but sometimes it was all you wanted.

“So I’ve got the way?” you ask and Steve smiles, lifting your hand to his lips. Pressing a slow and soft kiss to your knuckles.

“You got more than that baby, you got my whole heart” he tells you and you quickly let go of his hand, rushing over to his side of the booth and practically landing in his lap.

“I’m not hungry anymore, let’s go back to the hotel” you tell him and he laughs, eyes crinkling as he does and you have the urge to kiss him now more than ever.

“Now someone is finally coming around to spending time in bed” he telased you, finger poking into your side, and you roll your eyes as he pulls some cash out of his wallet.

“Whatever, let’s just go” you say, pulling him up and out of the booth to make the short walk back. The city is still just as alive as it was thirty minutes ago and Steve’s confession has made you feel more alive than you’ve ever felt. His pace is swift, eager to be back in the motel, and particularly in bed with you.

“Ooh, postcards!” you grin, eyes catching the new stand that you couldn’t believe was still open this late at night.

“Oh come on, don’t get distracted now” Steve pouts and you can’t help the giggle that escapes past your lips, letting go of his hand to file through the different cards.

“Hey, I promised Dustin I would send one every day we were here” you tell him and Steve shakes his head, arms hooking around your waist as he pulls you close, chin resting on your shoulder.

“Rosy we’re here to three days, barely” he tells you but you’re still just as determined as ever. Loving the kids that came along with being his girlfriend.

“I promised” you pout, finally landing on the one you loved and Steve just chuckles as you pay for it, scribbling a quick message, and sending it off. Preparing to walk away you don’t expect Steve to stop you, hand pulling you back from leaving just quite yet.

“Wait, I gotta write one too” he says, hands grasping a colorful postcard that says ‘Greetings From Indianapolis’.

“For who?” you question but he just hides it, scribbling the pen and address on the card quickly as he hands it to the man behind the stand.

“Don’t worry about it” he tells you and you let it go since you’re desperate to get back to the motel and spend the rest of the weekend with the boy you love.

Which in three days when you return home, you find the postcard amongst your mail with three scribbled words on it.

I love you.

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[headmate-ideas]

Could we request a headmate that's basically the embodiment of cringecore with the role of gatekeeper?

Emoji ideas: 🌈🎶💽 🎉

Ty if you end up doing this!! :>

🌈 HEADMATE TEMPLATE 🎉

✦ Name(s): Ziv, Sparkle, Skippy ✦ Pronouns: it/its, they/them, xe/xem/xyr/xyrs/xemself, zi/zir/zirs/zirself, zi/ziv/zivs/zivself, song/songs/songself, 🌈/🌈s/🌈self, 🎉/🎉s/🎉self ✦ Species: CD object head ✦ Age: same as body ✦ Role(s): gatekeeper, confidence holder, socializer ✦ Labels: pangender, xenogenderfluid, genderflux, gaybian, lesboy, turigirl ✦ Xenos: rainbows, ✦ Interests/likes: gender coining, parties, kandi ✦ Dislikes: flat design ✦ Music taste: breakcore, pop punk, hyperpop ✦ Aesthetic(s): cringecore, scene, gamercore, rainbowcore ✦ Objectum attraction(s): musical instruments ✦ Kins: rats, sparkledogs, dragons ✦ Emoji proxy: 🌈🎉 ✦ Details:

Ziv is a CD object head who dresses in the scene style of the 2000s with some touches from 2020s alternative fashion, including kandi (which it enjoys making). Zi is able to control who fronts and does this by spinning its CD head, where the ability to call each headmate to front is stored the same as the audio for a song. Xe can choose who fronts like putting in a specific track, or xe can make it random (possibly within certain parameters if needed) like putting a CD on shuffle. Ziv is interested in things that are considered cringy. Other than scene and adjacent aesthetics, this includes MOGAI terms (which it collects), video games, humor, and music that the system have or enjoy that people would consider "cringy". Xe never feels self-conscious for liking these things, is resilient against criticism, and is consistently self-confident. It is also very social and likes turning things into special occasions to share with friends.

[These can be edited and changed as needed, and headmates will almost definitely not turn out EXACTLY as described.]