#'singing and living have the same meaning'

[risu442]

Jeff Satur in his own Words - #Legend interview

Q: Are they any ongoing projects or creative works you're focusing on right now?

J: These days it's mostly festivals. I also have a show coming soon and there'll be an EP in english as well as new songs. This year I'm focusing quite a lot on music. Last year the work was very varied. This year there also will be concerts. Towards the end of the year I'll be producing a series called "Happy ending".

Q: Is there a song of yours that you feel especially connected to?

J: If I had to pick a song that feels like the origin of many things it would be "Why don't you stay". It marked the beginning of a journey, a spark that unexpectedly set many things in motion. Back then after exploring various carreers I returned to acting full-on. People forgot that I was once a singer 10 years ago, things like that. That song brought back my identity as a singer and reminded people "Oh, this is that Jeff Satur".

Q: Your music videos often carry hidden messages. How involved are you in the creation of your music videos?

J: I'd recommend watching my latest music video 'Ride or Die'. It was one of the most exhausting shoots I've ever done. You'll see why once it's out. Recently, I've been listening a lot of Elvis\laufey along with jazz, blues and soul with old-school vibes. It makes me feel refreshing and breath easier. (Thanks for answering but not the question- Risu)

Q: Do you have any plans to release an international album in the future?

J: I've been working on songs with a producer in Sweden and there are quite a few we've written. The opening track for the EP, in English is Ride or Die. Ride or Die is like a bird without legs - it has to keep flying because stopping means death. The song is faster than anything I've done before. Most of my tracks are slow or mid-tempo, this one is truly upbeat. I think it's going to be so much fun to perform live and hope everyone will rock out of the hook.

Q: We've noticed that your concertfashion is always fun and fancy. Where do the ideas behind these looks come from?

J: Usually, I just wear what I bought that day because there's no choice. Just kidding. I want every show I perform whether it's the setlist or the performance itself to be unique, not just the same show repeated over and over. I don't see it as simply playing a concert or anything like that. For me it's about creating a fresh show everytime. Even outfits, like, what will I wear today? Things like that. It's the fun in deciding wheter tomorrow I want to wear the same kind of clothes or stay in my comfortzone. Honestly, I'm a person who get bored easily. Even with the setlist. So I always want to make it diffrent and unique. For each show I gather references and brief the team. For instance, if I perform in the North, I want to incorporate elements that reflect the North region, add it as a gimmick while staying true to myself.

Q: If you could collaborate with any artist in the world, who would it be?

J: I'd like to work with Elvis though he is no longer with us, but truly still willing to work with him. His comeback era is so inspiring, it's magical. Singing alongside him would have been incredible and a huge experience for me.

Q: Your song 'Rain Wedding' has recived great feedback. Could you share a bit about the creative process behind this song?

J: Actually the song 'Rain Wedding' something I wrote a long time ago. I had told my fans, 'Khun Wan-sao' - You know, there's going to be a song about a wedding, about the rain. That's how it started before evolving into the version you hear now. I completly reworked it, keeping only the chords and the first verse. I deconstructed the song delving into the lyrics along with recapture that feeling of 'Thongkham' and bring them back into the song then wave it into the melody. This song, I collaborated with khun Vivi who's both a songwriter and a writer. Then, her skill is truly brings an added elegance to the song. Then, I incorporated my own elements, tweaking certain parts and adding new ones. I remember that the phrase 'Hug Jao Lai' was there from the demo version. It just came out naturally. So was 'Yam Muea Fon The Long Ma' which has been part of the song since the very beginning, which I produced it, naturally. These became signature lines that I kept intact. The whole process was incredibly fun! And it's incredible how many people have gone to see the movie and shared their thoughts, saying: "Wow, it feels completly diffrent!". Watching it changed the meaning of the song entirely. It's reached a point where people watch the film just to discover how the song's meaning evolves. Initially, it's a love song, but later it becomes... something else.

Q: As someone who has overcome challenges: What advice would you give to those still searching for themselves?

J: The diffrence lies in self-awerness, I belive. Often we live under pressure without realising it, pressured by our own expectation and the others'. It's a normal part of life no matter the profession. But the moment we become aware of it we free ourselves from the unspoken rules of life. That awerness allows us to move forward without constantly worrying about whether something is "good enough" for this person or that person. Sometimes we forget that the most important thing to focus in life is whether we, ourselves are happy with what we've done. Success is fine, it's how society defines who has "made it" and who hasn't. But it's not necessary for us to strive to meet those. It's just life, and the question is: Do we enjoy what we're doing? No one can hold onto a throphy forever, at some point, we all have to set it down. So enjoy success and enjoy failure as well. In the end success and failure don't really exist. What remains is simply whether we loved and found happiness in it.

Q: Who is your #Legend?

J: It's still Elvis for me. He continues to inspire me deeply such as how he performed on stage. I watch his performances repeatedly and it's not just about singing or acting. He poured his souls into his shows. Even if I didn't understand any about music but I belive I still feel the spirit he conveyed without the need of knowledge to understand. That's what we, as artists need to preserve. I'm working in an industry driven by a huge amount of trends. The best thing we can do is not let those trends control us. Staying true to who we are and creating art that genuinely represents us is vital. That's what Elvis taught me, learning from mistakes and be the real artist that truly communicate to audiences, with heart.

Q: Could you tell us about 'Khun Wan-Sao'? Could you share a memorable story involving your fans?

J: Hmm, what truly impressed me is seeing Khun Wan-Sao and other fans following us to diffrent places even to provinces I'd never been to before. I aimed to visit all four regions of Thailand seeking festivals that truly represents each regions. Sometimes, I confuse about the names like Chiang Mai and Chiang Rai, but still want to reach every part of the country. What's heartwarming is people came sang along our songs and some even showed up just to hear us perform. That's incredibly touching and it's moment that reminds me why I wanted to be a singer. And it's because of the privilege given to connect with fans from all over.

[marinamar4]

I remember seeing a movie where a stolen baby remembered the voice of her biological mother singing to her in the womb. There is another fic where Leia, in the Obi-Wan series, has spent years having nightmares about what happened on Mustafar.

Well, and it occurred to me… A fic where both Luke and Leia "remember" what happened/they felt in Padmé's womb? Babies in the womb are able to recognize their mother's voice, feel when she laughs and her caresses. And if they are also sensitive to the force and can recognize presences or "auras" (force signatures, which is something so fanon that it has become canon), both Luke and Leia would remember not only their mother, but also what she told them about their father (because she surely talked to them about Anakin), their conversations (if it is a boy or a girl, names…) Mustafar, they would remember being in Obi-Wan's arms as newborns.

So this could go two or three ways, or even two or three variations of the same fic:

The first, starting from the beginning of Star Wars, episode 4, when Luke goes to rescue Leia, they have a moment of saying: "hey, I know you," which could mean that they recognize that they are twins, but it wouldn't change too much on a grand scale from the original trilogy, except that they would probably tell Han, and Luke and Leia would support each other after Bespin. It could also be that they found out earlier, about Anakin and Vader.

The second, which excites me the most, is like this Leia fic I just told you about. Imagine. Obi-Wan rescues Leia and the first thing the girl says to him is: "did you know my parents and were you there when my other half and I were born?" To which Ben understands why Luke was always looking for him, to the despair of his uncles.

But come on, if young Luke and Leia knew they had "another half" out there (I doubt they would have thought of the word "twins" from the start) they wouldn't stop until they found each other. And that's not to mention that they would have lived knowing SOMETHING about Anakin's fall.

[ashrayus]

MORE FIC RECOMMENDATIONS DUDE???

DUDE so sorry i kept u waiting for a while XDD here they aree make sure to give them some love <3

also here's part 1 and part 2 of my fic recs as well :p

one of many dreams by sunlitlemonade

On the headstone is a boy.

absolute poetry that sun cooked up based on my drawing?? ToT read it right neowww!!!! <33

Big Brother Big Brother by bloggerspam

“Damian, this is…Robin.” Mother falters over the name, a rare occasion. She looks unsure, which makes him scrutinize the teen harder, “They have just about finished their…training.” Robin looks towards Mother, reacting to the name by getting up and sloping over. They seem to toddle, as if unused to their own limbs, before stopping next to Damian. Robin crouches, staring at Damian with vacant eyes, searching, too big hands reaching over. One gently prods at his neck, where the bruises are no doubt now surfacing. The other cradles his still assuredly small hands, turning them this way and that to inspect the cracked up nails. Robin grunts, scooping Damian up into his arms despite his protests. The teen is strong, holding him tightly and looking at Mother with some kind of expression that causes her to heave a heavy sigh. “Let us get you cleaned up, Habibi. It seems that you will be seeing more of Robin in the future.” Or: I explore the brotherly relationship between Damian and Jason, tracing all the way back to their days at the LoA. Damian POV, Mute+Pre-pit!Jason.

cantt believe this beautiful fic was inspired by my art!! absolutely wonderful jason&damian and talia right here!!!!

Sickening Succession by Geeves

The stars can be so blinding When you get tired of fighting You know the one you can look to ----- Two scenes where they can't help but push themselves too hard. Two different moments in time and in life where they question if they're loved. Two similar situations that reflect each other like mirrors as their bodies buckle under the weight they're holding. Two brothers being there for the other.

very sick dick and robin jason (and a little bit bruce) lovee this sm i love the way geeves writes them always :)

door, opening by cowboysorceror

It’s barely audible, but he knows what he heard. A short, four-note whistle, chirping down – E, C#, then jumping up to A, F#, a little trill on the finish. He waits a moment, head turned slightly towards the dim shapes of storage containers between him and the ramp, eyes straining against the blackness. Long, stretching seconds. There it is again. His gloved hand, prickling with cold, closes into a fist. It’s a wood thrush. A small North American songbird that doesn’t sing at night, doesn’t live in the city. He knows what it means. It means hold, steady, not yet. It means wait for me, I’m behind you.

I only read the first chapter so far but mindd blown with the writing,,love love loved it. i think its batfam but mostly focusing on dick and jason

No Complaints by couldyoublameme

“Hood?” There’s a dead body on the floor. The boy’s throat is bared open, too many slashes to justify it as impersonal. He has Tim's face, mouth parted in a silently deafening scream, eyes blue and scared and unseeing. Jason squeezes his eyes shut, lets out a breath, and looks away. It’s not real, he repeats to himself. It’s Fear Toxin. It's Crane. It’s something that could’ve happened but didn’t. It's not real, it’s not real, it’s not real. -- Jason gets hit with fear toxin. His older brother is there, for better or for worse.

same writer!! really really good, mind the tags

Miscommunications and Misnomers by JouskaAndVellichor

Buzzing. He shouldn’t be out here, with the buzzing in his veins. He’d not even wanted to go out tonight, couldn’t trust himself to keep his temper on a leash and not hurt someone who didn’t need to be. Fuck Two-Face, for getting his hands on the Man-Bat serum some-fucking-how and deciding to break out and use it tonight. Jason's choices catch up to him, as his family do their best while kept in the dark.

jason and the lazarus healingg!!! loved this, but mind the tags

Stick the Landing by pinstripedJackalope

Roy and Jason are in Belle Reve for a mission when things go fantastically sideways. It's pretty hard to catch a bat off guard, but hey, there's nothing a little appendicitis can't ruin ;)

had me going crazyyy such great jason&roy andd some alfred sprinkled in the end suchhh a good read!!

between a rock and a high place by LadyHaleth

"Let him go!" Nightwing snarls through the com, voice raw and strained. Jason laughs. The modulator of his helmet crackles, and the sound of his laughter echoes cold and cruel. "Are you sure you want me to do that?" During an unplanned and unsupervised encounter with the Red Hood, Tim takes an (also unplanned) dive off the side of a building. As Tim's life hangs by a thread, Red Hood taunts Batman and Nightwing, threatening to drop him. But does he really mean it? Because for someone threatening to let go, Jason's grip is awfully tight.

i wrote down "Tim is here and jason is being an ass XD" to this i guess its pretty accurate. and dick&jason as well :')

Covers by stealthdisaster

Prompt 17: Only One Bed

little then&now fic with dick and jason with suchh great fluff to melt u :')

carry your heart by Aelig

"Dick carefully looks over at Jason, as his concentrated face as the hero confronts the villain on the screen, as his food halfway to his mouth but already forgotten. He looks terribly young, like this - all his thirteen years of life and a relaxed posture he’s still not used to have. Dick kind of wants to ruffle his hair or hugs him casually, like he does with the Titans; but he and Jason still aren’t close enough for that, he thinks. They just start hanging out together, outside of some messages by phone and video calls, and that without counting the two-something patrol they did together. But Dick is already sure of one thing - he really, really likes Jason. He’s a cute kid, full of curiosity and bright intelligence, sharp words and amazed eyes. Dick decided since the beginning that Jason will be his little brother, but it’s more say than done. But now - now, Dick thinks it will be easy to love Jason and see him as his family. He likes the idea even more, too, now that he learns to know Jason." OR: Dick, Jason, and two movie nights at two different point of time.

fluff!!!! safe and warm <3

There You Are by calamityin

Jason Todd is not an idiot and he makes good choices. Most of the time. But occasionally he doesn't and he has to rely on others to get him out of things. This would be manageable if he could just remember to let people help him. And remember they need to know he needs help first.

this one is so,, :(( mind the tags

Fail Safe by Goldmonger

“All good?” asked Jason, who was bouncing in front of him, eagerly watching Clark scrutinise his own body. He looked spooky, all bathed in red light, but Clark had been in photography darkrooms before. This was hardly any different. “All good,” Clark said, smiling. “Just… new.” “Do you feel all weak?” Clark laughed uneasily. “Do you?”

adorable robin jason and clark!!

and lastly guest appearence from wally but such a nice fic <3

déjà vu by Muddell

For a second, it’s déjà vu. The sight of the small, dark-haired, colorful blur that flips through the air. Then, Wally sees the differences. The murderous glare on the kid's face. The variations in his costume, how his hair sits. The knee-jerk expectation of Dick Grayson is replaced by Dick Grayson’s brother. Wally is staring at Damian Wayne. Who just crawled—dressed as Robin, with his hands bound behind his back, blood streaming from a cut on his forehead—free of a van.

[daddy-issues-galore]

Let me fly you to the moon... Chapter 7/?

Chapter 7

<Chapter 6<

Warnings: 18+ readers only, smut, unprotected sex, shower sex, p in v, nipple play, fingering, Noel being a menace, swearing

If I had a gun

I'd shoot a hole into the sun

And love would burn this city down for you

If I had the time

I'd stop the world and make you mine

And every day would stay the same with you

Noel began to stir from his sleep, the sound of a voice softly singing from somewhere in the room being the reason to wake him.

Give you back a dream

Show you now what might have been

For the tears you cry would fade away

I'll be by your side

When they come and say goodbye

We will live to fight another day

He rolled over in bed and felt your side was empty but still warm, meaning you hadn’t long left bed. With bleary eyes, he looked around the room realising you must be in the bathroom. Noel laid back for a second and just listened, shaking his head with a sleepy smile as he realised it was one of his songs you were singing.

Excuse me if I spoke too soon

My eyes have always

Followed you around the room

'Cause you're the only

God that I will ever need

I'm holding on and waiting for the moment to find me

Hope I didn't speak too soon

My eyes have always

Followed you around the room

'Cause you're the only

God that I will ever need

I'm holding on and waiting for the moment

For my heart to be unbroken by the sea

Your eyes fell shut as you let the warm water run over your neck and shoulders. You’d woken up not that long ago and couldn’t get back to sleep so you decided to let Noel sleep since it was before nine in the morning and get a shower. You weren’t sure what time Noel was wanting to get moving but you weren’t going to rush him. He deserved a lay in. Besides, you were rather enjoying just being stood under the warm water. The shower there was much better than yours at home, that thing was like being pissed on. *Eye roll*

“You’ve got a good voice.”

You jumped at the sound of Noel’s voice from behind you. You looked over your shoulder to find him naked and closing the glass door to the shower. The sight almost had you drooling but you forced yourself not to stare. You shook your head and turned back to face the shower wall, “Don’t be daft.”

Noel moved closer to you and placed his hands on your waist, bending down and pressing his lips against your shoulder. You let out a breathy moan as he trailed his lips up your neck. “I’m being serious.” He whispered, his lips brushing your wet skin. You almost missed his words due to the sound of the water echoing in the shower.

You hummed as he slipped his hands over the front of your wet body, gently cupping your breasts as he pressed himself against your backside. You moaned softly. Your head rolled back as Noel kissed you under your jaw as he gently pinched your nipples.

“Go on.” Noel whispered, “Sing for me.” Noel smiled against your neck.

You shook your head with a giggle as Noel began to suck on your neck and slide his left hand down your stomach. “Absolutely n- Oh, god.” You moaned loudly as Noel pressed his middle finger against your clit. “Please, Noel,” You whispered pushing your backside against his hard cock.

Noel chuckled softly, “Only if you sing for me...” He whispered against your ear as he slowly circled your clit with his finger.

“But… I can’t sing like you.” You let out a breathy moan as Noel pressed a second finger against your clit.

“Shh… just sing, like before.” Noel nipped at your ear.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek for a moment before you gulped and drew in a shaky breath. “If-If I had a gun… I'd shoot a hole into the sun…” You moaned as Noel continued to stroke your clit.

“Keep going.” He whispered.

You drew in another shaky breath as he moves his fingers, “And love would burn this city down for you… If I had the time… I'd stop the world and make you mine-”

Noel turned you around to face him and pressed you against the cold wall. You let out a startled moan as he crashed his lips against yours. You happily opened your mouth and let your tongue tangle with Noel’s as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Noel slid his left hand down your thigh to the back of your knee and raised your right leg over his hip, the new angle making his cock brush against your pussy making you moan into his mouth.

Noel pulled back momentarily allowing the pair of you to breath. “Fuck.”

“Please,” You pressed your lips against his neck making Noel’s head a fall back. “I need you, Noel.” You weren’t ashamed to beg him. You’d happily get on your knees for him.

“I’ve got ya’.” Noel pressed his lips against yours as he took his cock in his hand and slowly filled your cunt making you moan. “Fuck,” Noel panted.

Your fingers tangled in his wet hair as he bottomed out inside you making the pair of you moan. Noel began to move his hips. His cock sliding in and out of you, moving deeper and deeper with every thrust. Both of your moans getting louder and louder with each stroke of his cock.

“Fuck, Y/n,” Noel moaned softly against your shoulder as your cunt squeezed his cock.

You dug your nails into his shoulders and cried out, feeling your orgasm nearing. Noel once gain began kissing and sucking your neck as he moved his hips a little faster. “Oh, god, Noel,” You moaned loudly as he sank his teeth into your shoulder.

Noel moaned as your cunt squeezed his cock again.

Your eyes screwed shut as your orgasm ripped through you. You scratched your nails down Noel’s back as you came, moaning loudly.

“FUCK!” Noel cried out as he stilled, your pussy squeezing everything out of him as he came.

After the two of you caught your breath, Noel unhooked your leg and carefully withdrew from you, the two of you hissing in unison as he did. You held onto each other as you stood in silence under the warm stream of water.

“Y’kay, love?” Noel whispered as he pulled back from you. “I didn’t hurt ya or owt did I?”

You shook your head and smiled up at him, “I’m fine, Noel.”

“Good.” Noel smiled softly as he stepped back from you. “We should probably get washed and what have you.” He said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

You nodded. “Okay… just keep your hands to yourself this time, okay?” You grinned at him making him chuckle. You weren’t going to be keeping your hands to yourself.

“I meant what I said.” Noel said to you as he fastened his belt.

Your brow furrowed as you looked up to him from where you were sat on the end of the chair you were sat in tying your adidas. “What’s that?” You asked as you stood up.

“You’ve got a good singing voice.” He gave you a crooked smile.

You scoffed and turned away from him to grab your jacket. “Piss off would ya’.”

Noel shook his head with a smile, “I’m serious. You could do it proper and that, y’know. You’re good.”

“Thanks.” You muttered, your cheeks flushing from his compliment.”

“You never thought about it?” He asked as the pair of you began to leave the hotel suite.

You shook your head, “Nah, not my thing. Only the shower gets to hear me.” You gave him a shy smile. “So, you should feel honoured.” You joked.

Noel smiled at you, “I do… your version will certainly remain my favourite.” He winked at you with a smirk making you blush and look down. Noel chuckled loving how adorable you looked getting shy and flustered. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your temple. “C’mon, let’s get some scran.”

You headed down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast, and whilst you were eating you discussed what you fancied doing with your few hours before you had head to London. You had no idea what you wanted to do.

“How about we go do some shopping?” Noel asked as he picked his coffee up. “Y’know, since I, uh, owe you.” Noel smirked into his cup as he held your gaze.

Your face began flushing as memories of last night came flooding back. When the two of you got back to the hotel, it was safe to say things got out of hand. Due to the one too many drinks the two of you had, Noel found himself struggling to get your clothes off, so he ended up basically ripping them off, your lace knickers included.

“Uh, yeah, I guess you do.” You shook your head and smiled. Noel winked at you making you blush even more.

Once you’d finished eating breakfast you headed out onto the streets of Edinburgh. You were a little apprehensive being seen in public with Noel, not because you were embarrassed to be seen with him, but you were worried you’d get photographed by the press or fans would spot you. You didn’t want to cause Noel any problems. Plus, you were a little self-conscious by your outfit after your saw what Noel was wearing.

He had his signature sunglasses on covering his beautiful eyes in hopes to stop people recognising him and although he was wearing casual clothes; a black bomber jacket with a light blue polo shirt, dark grey jeans and trainers, he still looked amazing. You were sure you looked like a potato in your skinny jeans, oversize jumper and vintage leather jacket.

“I know you said you owed me, but don’t be thinking you need to be spending loads.” You warned Noel as you walked down the street towards what looked like high end boutique shops. “You’ve already spent far too much on me with hotels and buying vinyl...”

Noel let out a huff as he stopped and turned to face you, “Look, I know you couldn’t give a toss about me money. But I want to spend it, alrigh’? And I ain’t expecting you to do anything in return. So stop stressing and get in there and find yourself somethin’ nice, alright?” He nodded to the shop behind him.

Your brow furrowed as you looked in through the window. “No point arguing with you, is there?”

Noel shook his head with a smirk, “Nah, not really… C’mon.” He pulled the door open for you and nodded to you. “In. Look. Now.”

“Alright’... Calm yer tits.” You rolled your eyes playfully and smiled to yourself as Noel chuckled.

Noel took his sunglasses off as he followed you inside and wondered off leaving you to have a nosey at the clothes. You weren’t really looking at the clothes but more at the price tags, and the judging look of the young girls that worked there. You eyed them suspiciously, knowing they’d recognised Noel. You rolled your eyes and decided to actually look at the clothes before you kicked a bitch in the shin for ogling what was yours. Well, he wasn’t… but he was.

“Found anything, love?” Noel asked as he came up behind you after a bit.

You hummed and held up a black leather mini skirt with a belt and white and blue Fred Perry shirt. “I quite like these.” You smiled at him.

“Very nice…” Noel nodded his head approvingly. “Not seen your legs in a skirt yet. I’m excited.” He winked cheekily making you blush and glance over to the shop assistants.

“Shh,” You giggled giving him a nudge.

Noel chuckled and took your items. “What else do you need?”

You shook your head, “Nothing.”

Noel raised his left eyebrow at you before he leaned in close. “Funny that. Could have sworn I tore those pink lacey knickers off you last night.”

Your eyes widened, “Shh, they’ll hear you.” You nodded over to where the young girls stood.

Noel smirked. “We’ll go to that lingerie shop down road from ‘ere. Buy you some new pink panties.” He teased making you blush.

“Carry on and you won’t be seeing me pink panties again.” You threatened him weakly.

Noel let out a short chuckle and leaned in close to you again, “Don’t pretend you wouldn’t be beggin’ for me co-” You gasped, quickly covered Noel’s mouth with your hand as you shushed him. You could feel the blush creeping up your face. He leaned back from you wearing that crooked smug smirk, “You look cute when you blush.”

“Stop,” You looked away shyly as you felt your face get hotter.

Noel chuckled softly and turned towards the counter, “C’mon. Let’s go pay for these, yeah?”

You nodded and followed Noel over to the counter. You stood awkwardly beside him as he dealt with the transaction, trying to avoid the judging gaze of the young shop assistant. After a little time, you left the boutique and headed down the road to the lingerie shop. Before you entered you grabbed Noel’s arm and stopped him.

“It’s probably not a great idea you go in here with me, aye? What if we’re spotted? The press would love to get a pic of you holding a thong.” You smiled up at him.

Noel hummed and looked around. “Yeah, yer probs right about that.” He chuckled and pulled his wallet out and handed you his card to use. “Here. Get whatever you want, love… Get two lots if you like…” Noel smirked at you, mischief swimming in his eyes.

You rolled your eyes playfully at him. “Pervert.” You grinned as you took his card. “Where are you off to?” You asked.

Noel looked around the street you were stood on and then nodded across the road. “Record shop.” He smiled back at you. “Come find me when you’re done, yeah?”

You nodded then made your way inside the shop. You held onto Noel’s card like your life depended on it as you stood by the door and looked around, trying to decide where to start. Maybe you should take Noel up on his offer of buying more than one set. It’d be like a little treat for him, right? You grinned to yourself as your eyes fell in a baby blue set, the colour almost perfectly matching.

The doorbell over the door dinged as you pushed the door to the record shop open. You gave the guy behind the counter a nod as you entered and looked around, spotting Noel in the far corner. A sense of de je vu overcame you as you walked over to him. An evil smirk curled at your lips as an idea came to you.

“’Ere, aren’t you out of Blur?” You whispered loud enough for him to hear.

Noel looked at you over his shoulder with a playful glare. “Piss off.”

You let out a small cackle, your head falling back as you did, making Noel’s smile grow. “Couldn’t resist.” You leant on the box beside him and looked at what he was holding. “What you found?”

Noel shook his head, “Nothing re-” Noel’s eyes fell onto the bag in your hand. “What did you find?” He smirked at you as he reached out to grab at the bag.

You rolled your eyes and smacked his hand away. “You’ll see later.” You stuck your tongue out at him. “C’mon.” You grabbed his hand and started pulling him towards the door, “I’m getting hungry.”

“Me too.” Noel opened the door for you before following you outside. “Where’d you fancy going?”

You shrugged and looked around. “Dunno. Not haggis.” You pulled a face making Noel laugh. “Tried it once, not my thing.”

Noel nodded with a smile, “Same.” You hadn’t walked very far down the road when the heavens decided to open. In seconds you and Noel were drenched. “Fuckin’ hell!” Noel scowled and grabbed your hand, pulling you through the nearest door. Luckily it turned out to be a small café and one that had live music being played much to your surprise.

“You sit. I’ll go order what we want.” You pointed to a table in the corner. Noel nodded and told you what he wanted.

Noel sat with his back to the café so it was less likely for him to be recognised. Noel wasn’t against meeting fans and what have you, but today it was his day with you. He was enjoying spending time with just you and he didn’t want it to be interrupted.

“Well, I look a fucking mess.” You huffed as you sat down beside him as you wiped a hand over your face.

Noel looked at you with a soft smile. “Don’t be daft. You look beautiful.” He said as he reached out and took your hand in his as you blushed. “Sorry ‘bout the weather, love.”

Your brow furrowed slightly, “Don’t be. We’re still having a good day, right?”

Noel nodded, “Right.” Noel smiled. He glanced over his shoulder before he leaned a bit closer to you, “I was wondering, when we get to London, maybe you’d like to go to dinner with me?” He ran his left hand over the back of his neck.

You nodded with a smile, “I’d love to.”

“Great,” Noel smiled back then looked down to your hand that was still in his. A warm feeling filled his chest for a moment before he cleared his throat and let go of your hand. “So, tomorrow night, do you want to be in the crowd again?” He asked changing the subject.

You chewed the inside of your cheek as you thought about his question, “Hmm, can I just watch from backstage again?”

Noel nodded, “Of course. How come?”

“As much as I loved being apart of the crowd, I preferred being backstage.” You said as you looked down to the table in front of you.

Noel watched you for a moment, sensing there was something you weren’t telling him. Even though he couldn’t see your eyes he could see the light had disappeared from them and your brow was settled low. “Hey,” Noel reached out and placed his hand over yours again. “What is it? Did something happen last night?”

You shook your head but your refusal to look up confirmed Noel’s suspicion.

“Y/n?” Noel scooted his chair a bit closer to you so he could rest his hand on the back of your chair. “What is it?”

You looked up to meet his gaze and felt a lump form in your throat. You drew in a deep breath, “It’s nothing… there was just, a group of girls and lads talking… about me.”

Noel’s brow furrowed. “You?”

“Well, kinda. They were talking about your ‘new mystery bird’.” You shook your head. “The girls said some real bitchy things...”

“I see.”

“Look, I know I’m old enough to know that fangirls can be real cunts but… fuck, one of them called me a prostitute, Noel…” You rolled your eyes with a scoff and folded your arms over your chest. “At least one of the guys defended me and said that you might be my sugar daddy.” You pouted.

Noel stared at you for a pause before he began laughing. “I-I don’t even know what the fuck that means. Sugar daddy?”

Your eyes widened as the waitress appeared beside you with your order. You tried to hold in your laugh as Noel turned his head away seemingly trying to do the same as the waitress placed the tray on the table. You thanked her before she quickly scurried away, the pair of you laughing as she did.

Noel shook his head smiling, “M’sorry you had to listen that bullshit.”

You sighed softly, “It’s fine. Like I said, I know how they can be.”

“It’s still not on, Y/n…” He frowned, “The fuck is a sugar daddy anyway?” He asked making you laugh.

“Seriously?”

Noel nodded.

You drew in a deep breath and glanced around you to make sure there was no one that would overhear. “Well… A sugar daddy is… usually, an older man, that pays a younger woman to spend her time with him.”

Noel’s frown deepened, “That’s a prostitute, though.”

You shook your head. “It’s different. A sugar baby doesn’t have to have… hmm, ya’ know, with her sugar daddy. She can just go places with him. No strings. I guess it depends on the agreement on how much of relationship they have.” You shrugged.

Noel shook his head with a chuckle. “I don’t think Mancunian’s are meant to be sugar daddies or what have ya’.”

The two of you continued to laugh and tucked into your food. The conversation between you flowed easily, always finding something to talk about and even when it did stop it wasn’t awkward. As you ate, a young lad took to the little stage at the other of the café and began to play an acoustic set. He must have been about sixteen or so, and by the looks of him he was defiantly an Oasis or Stone Roses fan, you could tell from the big floppy hair. Who did that remind you off?

He started off with ‘The Beatles – You’ve Got to Hide Your Love Away’, making you and Noel look at each other in surprise. He went on to sing a more recent song by someone you didn’t recognise and by the looks of Noel’s face he wasn’t a fan, his scowl making you giggle. He then started playing the beginning chords to ‘Oasis – Live Forever’, once again making you and Noel share a look.

Noel leaned in close to you, “He better not be shit.” He winked at you making you choke a little on your food as you laughed.

You were surprised how good the young lad was. You’d stopped eating to watch him sing the song, unaware that you were singing the words along with him and that Noel was sat watching you, smiling to himself. He thought you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on, even with your mascara and eyeliner smudged a little and your hair slightly frizzy hair from the rain. You began clapping along with other customers drawing Noel out of his day dreaming.

He cleared his throat and joined in, turning to look at the kid over his shoulder. The young lad’s eyes widened as he looked at Noel briefly before he looked away and moved onto his next song. Noel shook his head with a chuckle and turned back to you with a small smile.

“So? Thoughts?” You asked Noel.

He shrugged, dropping his smile and replacing it with his usual scowl, “He’s ‘lright, I guess.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile. “If you say so.”

By the time the young lad had finished, so were you and Noel. Noel put some money down on the table as the pair of you stood to leave. As you made your way towards the door, Noel placed his hand on the small of your back and leaned in close to your ear.

“Give us a sec, love, yeah?” He whispered before turning and walking over to where the young lad was stood putting his guitar away.

You smiled to yourself as you watched the interaction between Noel and the young lad. It was only brief, but you could tell it made the young lad’s day, especially when Noel stood for a photo with him. “Well, aren’t you sweet.” You teased.

Noel roll his eyes as he gently pushed you out of the door as he quietly told you to piss off making you cackle and Noel grin even more.

[cheolaholic]

SNEAK PEEK 👀 RoL (12)

a/n; small little peek of the upcoming chapter !! read it now on my patreon, or you can wait til 18th Jan 2025 KST for it to be released here & ao3 ~ ヾ(•ω•`)o

You were on a video call with Aki as you told her your plans of visiting Japan during fall break. Her eyes lit up immediately you thought light would eventually shine through them. “Really!? You’re gonna be flying in?”

Aki always said she has a black cat personality. But, you’d like to think she’s more of a golden retriever. “Yeah, we’re thinking of flying in next week.”

“Whoa. We? Are your parents joining? Also, did you move places? Thank God, but please don’t tell me it’s in another shady neighbourhood.”

“Whoa, you,” you laughed, “One question at a time, girlie. I’m flying in with my friends. Yeah, I moved places and no, it’s not in a shady neighbourhood. I’m actually sharing a place with –”

“Whoa, there. You’re sharing a place with someone? Oh my God, is this a character development?”

A knock is heard at your door and it is pushed open, “Hey, pup, Mingyu is asking –”

His words die in his throat as he sees Aki on the screen of your laptop.

Aki blinks once, then twice.

“Is that… Is that Choi Seungcheol?”

Seungcheol snaps out of his frozen state a few seconds later, snorting when he approaches you. “Well, if it isn’t Kim Aki. I do not miss you one bit.”

Aki scoffs, rolling her eyes as she flips him off. “Likewise, you asshole. But, I do miss beating your ass. In fact, I might do that when I see you in the flesh!”

And thus, it was as if the years of Seungcheol’s absence never happened. The trio dynamic remained the same – Seungcheol and Aki bickering as usual, you being the diffuser. “Okay, enough of you two bickering,” you roll your eyes, “What is it about Gyu?”

“Ah, right. Gyu wants to know if you want to book a hotel room or an airbnb,” Seungcheol responds, handing you his phone to show you the multiple screenshots of hotels and airbnbs Mingyu had sent. “An airbnb would be cheaper since we’ll split the cost, but… I’m not sure you’d want to stay in a house with four men. Especially if they’re Wonwoo and Mingyu.”

“Wonwoo and Mingyu?” Aki pipes in, “You mean the famous streamer and model?”

“It’s a long story, honestly… I’ll tell you all about it when we meet. This is something we need to have brunch over.”

“Yeah, given their… hormonal nature, I don’t think you’d wanna hear them if we share a living space.”

“What about Vernon?”

“He sleeps like a log. Literally. There was one time we rented a homestay with a karaoke system, Wonwoo and Mingyu were singing to some Adele song; you know how high notes that woman can go and… super high notes ain’t really their thing. Bro slept through the entire thing.”

“So… if WonGyu were to have a threesome, an orgy… He just sleeps through it..?”

Aki snorts through the skin, “Oh, honey, there are people who can sleep through a lot of things. I dated this one guy who slept through an entire frat party!”

Seungcheol chuckles, shaking his head, “Sounds like something Vernon would do.”

“I don’t understand,” Aki says, cocking her head to the side, “Why can’t she stay with me? My parents are more than happy to have her over.”

Seungcheol narrows his eyes, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulls you close, “Listen here, you prick. You’ve had her for the past five or six years. Which I do appreciate that you’ve been there and looked out for her. But, this time, she’s mine to spend time with.”

A knowing smirk tugs at Aki’s lips when she hears the way he says ‘mine’. She raises her hands up in mock surrender, “Alright~ She’s all yours. My suggestion is those three boys can rent an airbnb together or yall can share two hotel rooms. ___ can have one room while you boys share one; or two considering that streamer model duo.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad…”

“Or, you can share a room with Seungcheol.”

You looked at Aki as though a pair of dog ears had grown out of her head. “Look, by all means I am not making this sound like you are at fault. But, considering the whole stalking and assault incident, I’d say rooming with Seungcheol would be the safer option.”

“But –”

“Look, I know everyone out there makes Japan out to be this country with a super low crime rate; which is true, but when crimes do happen, it goes from one to a hundred just like that.”

Aki snaps her fingers to emphasize her point. She also heaves out a sigh, “And, the stalking cases in Japan are crazy, too… I-I just want you to be safe, ___. Plus, that man beside you is a boxer; not professional but he’s a trained boxer!”

You turn to look up at Seungcheol who seems to catch on to your upcoming question, “I’m okay with it, pup. The question is, are you okay with that arrangement?”

You’re quiet for a few moments, weighing the pros and cons (although there aren’t many cons). “Yeah, I’m okay with it.”

[thistaleisabloodyone]

This is the first page of Riku365! The literal first page. This is where we're starting?

EDIT: It got better on page 2, but shit! We started off fun.

[sergle]

what I was talking abt earlier. we have fully looped back around and away from feminism, societally, whereas before it was very Feminism 101 to acknowledge that many parts of existing as a woman in a misogynistic society are painful and upsetting. not that being a woman is Inherently Negative in a bubble. but that living on this earth, in the conditions we're living in, is hostile to women. and that gender is a performance. that many of the Staples Of Femininity as accepted by society are things that you have to create and perform and mold artificially and aren't inherent, that COMPLAINING about day to day difficulties of existing as a woman is something that you're allowed to do. acknowledging these basic, again, feminism 101 things, that something tied to womanhood is more time consuming or more expensive or more dangerous Because Of The Problems. does not CREATE the problems. that when women complain about having to perform femininity, they are not, in fact, oppressing themselves. the call does not come from inside the fucking house. saying that you HAVE suffered does not fucking equate that you believe you SHOULD have suffered.

like I could talk about this for hours. how braindead and one-dimensional the Takes are getting. "being a woman is looking in the mirror and going fuck yeah i'm a woman" damn. I guess any negative experiences you have by living in a misogynistic world... are your fault if you are anything but positive? "you don't actually want liberation" we've fully gone back to telling feminists "you WANT to be oppressed" when anything negative about our society is pointed out. it's not real until I say it out loud, I guess, and then I'm actually the one who caused it. if anybody expresses any unhappiness with how they're treated or the status quo or the language and culture surrounding womanhood and femininity. they've created it, right that second. they invented it just now. it wasn't a problem before somebody complained, right? also trans women aren't braindead zombies who just follow the flow of whatever cis women around them say. I am pretty fucking sure they are very much aware of pain, and are MORE than aware of the swirling torrent of misogyny and standards of femininity than anybody else. actually. and I am pretty sure someone complaining on tumblr that being a woman means always putting on a performance is going to make someone change their mind about transitioning. also "performing femininity" as a necessity to being treated well as a woman is not fucking NEWS to your Local Trans Woman. I AM PRETTY SURE SHE GETS THE CONCEPT. using trans women as a scapegoat for this braindead perspective on gender politics is spineless, meritless, and pathetic.

[slightlytoastedbagel]

when you think about it Vivid Bad Squad was the first time any of them truly had people outside of family and not just classmates or family acquaintances. it's no wonder they got so ride or die for each other despite the rocky start they understand each other in ways no one else has before

[keeps-ache]

now annoying my brother by making up tunes and making him think they're real songs lmfshvjhs

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

[cryptidapprentice]

fellow babymetal fans pls help does momoko sing?? or like. i guess i mean has she been singing audibly??? bc i know back before she was the offical new member moa was covering the 'scream' in 'scream and dance' (iirc back during the avengers days, the avengers didnt have mics)

but now tht shes officially momometal, i havent really been able to tell if im hearing her or if moas still covering the 'scream' parts :V

i want to be clear though i dont mean this in a rude way or anything im genuinely just curious!!!

[ikigaisvt]

rewatched in the soop 2 and now i have the its song stuck in my head... also restarting in the soop 1 :D life is fun fun fun

[callixton]

i am aware that this is a human thing that many people do but seeing raúl stim is something so pleasing to me

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[multi-mess-of-fandoms]

[invisible-pink-toast]

#to answer my own question: nobody talks about it because it happened in season five of angel#and nobody watched that far

why does nobody ever talk about angel and spike fighting over the shanshu prophecy?

when spike points out that angel views his soul as a curse, as punishment, as being forced to live with the guilt of everything he's done, whereas spike fought for his soul. nearly died for it. the demon with no soul still wanted to do the right thing, to be a good man, so desperately he would destroy himself for the chance.

and then angel says something VERY interesting to spike. spike says he thinks angel hates him because he's a living reminder of his evil. "cause every time you look at me, you see every dirty little thing i've done. all the lives i've taken. because of you. drusilla sired me, but you made me a monster."

and angel, the man who, without his soul, tortures and kills people sadistically for fun and feasting, the man who insists he is not angelus, says, "i didn’t make you, spike. i just opened up the door and let the real you out."

SUCH an interesting thing to say, angel! let's talk about this. no, please—go on. explain how you are better than spike in any way. i'm fascinated. i'd love to hear how you and angelus are different people but the demon who possessed william the poet is somehow the same as the man.

you can't have it both ways, you horrifically catholic man. you aren't a better person just because you've suffered more.