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WHERE: 2004 World Music Awards

WHEN: September 15, 2004

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I have always had this idea of writing a fantasy-like AU where unbeknownst to her, Scully is a witch and Mulder has been cursed as her familiar, spending his nights, ‘Ladyhawke’-like, as an animal, and his days as a man. I doubt I’ll ever write a full-length fic, but wanted to exorcise the demon, and I had a few rare, free hours this afternoon.

Familiar

Dana wrapped her cloak tightly around her shoulders and looked up at the dark underbelly of the canopy. The oak leaves were still, but there was fluttering movement not high above her head. Feathered things flew in the daylight, but she knew other things, darker things, flew at night. With a swallow of unease, she began to walk more quickly.

There was an old crofters cottage by the edge of the wood past the Roman road that she could rest in if she could get to it. The roof would no doubt leak in the rain and it would be damp as a toad’s foot, but she didn’t feel comfortable out in the open—not with that creature following her. Not with the shouts of “witch!” still ringing in her ears.

She turned to look behind her and saw nothing, but she could sense the animal there, hiding in the undergrowth, biding its time. Patiently stalking her, she thought.

It had been following her for the last three days, glimpses of movement on her periphery, too quick to be human. It had been following her since she’d been run out of her village, since Alexander had whispered “conjurer” to the men as they worked in the fields, to the women as they combed the wool. It had followed her like a shadow, like the rumor that had made her leave.

She spit into the duff. Alexander . He had been her friend, but she had refused his advances. His proposals of marriage. She hadn’t explained that she wanted more from life than to be a brood mare to a villein, working a landlord’s farm, but he knew and the love he’d carried in his eyes turned quickly to hate.

A branch snapped not far behind her, and she cursed her wandering mind, her hand flying to the dagger at her belt. The blade, long and old as the Norsemen who used to land on their shores, seemed to hum as she touched it. She’d named the skean “Bite,” and like the teeth of a cat, it never needed to be sharpened.

The animal, whatever it was, was growing more bold, no longer satisfied with following her at a distance. She was tiring of being stalked, and whipped around on the old game trail, her cloak twirling dramatically around her legs. As she turned, she caught a flash of amber in the moonlight.

“Out then!” She shouted. “Show yourself and let us have it out! I have a shadow already, I have no need for a new one!”

Nothing answered her but the dull hooting of an owl.

She sniffed the air, but caught no scent and turned slowly, having no choice but to continue her lonely sojourn through the wood.

She had no idea where she would go. It had to be far, far away from the village where she’d come of age, left as a babe on the doorstep of a country peasant, wrapped in quality wool with Bite tucked into the bottom of the creel in which she lay, the basket thatched together tightly with river grasses that did not grow anywhere in the whole of the county. The mantle of “conjurer” would follow her like stink clung to the hide of a pig.

She was already the odd orphan with hair like fire, where everyone around her had pelts the color of mud. Perhaps she could lose herself in one of the bigger cities. Though how she would feed, clothe and shelter herself was another matter altogether. She had only the coin she’d sown into the lining of her cloak last autumn.

Ahead, there was a break in the line of trees with dull moonlight shining on a field of barley. The light beyond the field was the grey of twilight; dawn wasn’t far away. If she could make it to the crofter’s cottage without being seen, she could sleep the day away there, rest her head and her sore, aching feet. Leave behind the feeling of being shadowed, of being shunned.

Through the field of barley she walked, a low stone wall just west of the field in a long, unending line, the barrier denoting where one landowner’s property ended and another’s began.

She looked over her shoulder. She saw nothing. A tingling at the base of her spine, however, told her that she had not lost her shadow. Whatever it was was still behind her, though she could not see it. Perhaps it was pressed to the ground like a slinking cat. Perhaps it was something that couldn’t be seen.

The barley was still green. There were tight knots of plaited beads at the tops of its stalks that would be harvested in a few months time, the rough seeds surrounded by long, thin whiskers that grazed along the skin of her arms as she walked, like a lover’s caress.

Or what a lover's caress might feel like if she’d ever granted a man her consent. Alexander was not the only young man in town to have looked at her a bit too long, but her adopted mother had been protective and had warned her of what they might do. She’d raised Dana to be strong and quick, to be aware of her surroundings. Especially when the milites came through, collecting taxes of coin and wool. Those were the men you needed to be careful of, Old Mildred had warned her. Local men could be just as dangerous, but they would think twice being that everyone knew where they laid their heads.

“Any man who touches you without invitation,” she’d tell Dana loudly whenever a villager would look at her with want. “You wait until he sleeps and slice off his cock!”

With a pang, Dana thought of the woman who had found her on her threshold as a babe, who had raised her as her own, though she’d never married, preferring the company of milking goats and chickens. She had been dead not five months, and oh how Dana’s life had changed in that short burst of time.

Over a hill and through a field of rye she walked, ducking under a stile as the light in the sky turned grey, the last of the night’s stars winking off. There at the bottom of the dale stood the crofter’s cottage, surrounded on two sides by thick, old elms.

She picked up her step, letting the pull of the earth carry her more quickly down the hill toward her salvation. The feeling of the creature behind her was even closer now and the urge to draw Bite from its scabbard at her waist and thrust it into the night behind her was nearly overpowering. Instead, she pushed on.

She was almost to the cottage with its thick oaken door. She would be behind it momentarily and safe. But of course that’s when she stumbled over a hidden root.

She fell hard on her side, wrenching her shoulder and bruising her hip. Before she could get to her feet came the sound of heavy padded feet and another crack of branch stepped on. Raising her eyes, she finally caught sight of her pursuer. A large fox, thick of pelt and red as her own hair, darted behind one of the elms just as the rays of the sun rose over the horizon behind it, blinding her momentarily. She blinked several times. And when her vision cleared, it wasn’t a fox that stepped out from behind the old tree, but a man.

Scrabbling to her feet, she whipped Bite from its sheath despite the pain in her shoulder and held it up, the sharp tip pointed at the man who stood before her.

He was young, she saw, perhaps only a year or two older than her. With the blaze of the newly risen sun behind him, his hair looked as fleecy and golden as the fox he had replaced, though when she looked more closely, she found that his hair was brown. She couldn’t discern eye color, but could see that his chin was strong, with a longish nose that leant his face character. He was tall, too. His head nearly as high as the local Sheriff’s gelding.

“Hullo,” he said, his voice light.

She did not gift him with a reply, merely flicking her blade with a quick movement of her wrist. He would know she knew how to wield the weapon she carried.

“You’re the one the villagers call Dana,” he said. His voice was like a low mumble, though pleasant enough.

“I’m the one the villagers call ‘witch,’’’ she hissed, hoping to scare him. Instead of stumbling back in fear though, the young man merely grinned.

She stared at him a long moment, waiting for him to approach or attack, but he leaned against the tree instead.

“You’ve been following me,” she finally said, lowering Bite a bit, though only a bit. She wanted to hear what he had to say for himself.

He shrugged, lackadaisical. She felt her hackles raise.

“You don’t deny it?”

He shrugged again. “It is more an act of self-preservation than ill-intentioned pursuit,” the man explained.

She was losing her fear of him. Or the fear was turning into vexation.

That she had been convinced that her pursuer was an animal rather than a man was not helping. When the fox had walked behind the tree and the man had emerged from the other side with the very breaking of dawn, she had been confused. And confusion always turned her angry. You are too intelligent, Old Mildred had always laughed. Stupid people are always happier, smart people frequently vexed.

“You are Dana, are you not?” he asked.

“You plan to turn me in to the witch slayers?”

“I plan nothing of the kind.”

“Then I am Dana,” she said, and, on a gut feeling, re-sheathed her blade.

“I am glad to hear it,” he said, looking relieved.

“You now know my name,” she said. “I ask you to tell me yours.”

Now that the sun had risen further, he was easier to see. He had kind eyes and was wearing a tightly-woven flaxen garment dyed the color of leaves in the winter.

“I only know what they called me in the village,” he said, a wistful, almost lost look on his face.

“And what’s that?”

“Fox,” he said, with a sheepish tilt to his head.

Her stomach dipped and goose flesh spread over the skin of her arms. Still, what he said was intriguing enough. “Have you no memory?”

“I have knowledge,” he said, his eyes narrowing. He knew unknowable things, she could somehow tell. “But I have no past that I know of.”

“You sound similar to me in that way.”

His eyes sharpened. “You have no past?”

“I have a story that lacks a beginning,” she said simply. “And lately am called only ‘witch.’”

“The villagers don’t know what a witch really is,” he said. “You are not what they think you are.”

“I am not,” she agreed, standing up taller and thrusting forward her chin.

“But a witch you are,” he said, taking a small step toward her. “And I? Am your familiar.”

[devoraqs]

Duet (Concerto Re Maggiore)

Pairing: Ilyacha (Julian/Alexander)

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: Alexander by his own admission is more magician than musician, but a chance meeting with a handsome vielle-wielding sailor in Venterre leads to quite a special performance indeed.

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Over the hubbub of a crowded marketplace floated the glassy, sweet timbre of harp strings, glittering and filtering through the noise like the sunbeams that streamed through the trellises and awnings of the surrounding shops. Alexander was decidedly a bit out of practice when it came to playing in public, musical showmanship was not something that had ever come particularly easily to him, but he was stuck in this city (Sableblanc-sur-Mer, he reminded himself, a port on the eastern coast of Venterre) overnight while waiting for the next ship across the Golden Gulf and back to Zadith. Stuck here, with only a satchel full of books and his old knee harp. The books had long since been read, and reread, cover to cover, and so he had turned instead to the instrument.

He had found himself a shaded little alcove a ways off from a cluster of cafés and wine shops, propping himself against the wall with the harp a surprisingly comforting weight across his lap. Slowly, methodically, he picked at the strings. His fingers were stilted, the rhythm of scales and arpeggios retained through muscle memory disjointed and staccato from lack of attention. His brows knit at a wrong note here, his lower lip set at a pout at a clumsy run there. Halfway through a passage he noticed a few people watching, he completely slipped his fingering and an accidental sounded with a calamitous twang.

Glowering, he quickly stoppered the strings before the duff note could travel too far, and refrained from doing anything until the onlookers had lost interest and melted back into the masses.

How annoying it was, knowing that he could only get better through practice and any natural talent within him had run its course. Practice would make perfect, he knew that much from years of perfecting magic work, experiments, but it was this practice that he never really found time for, admittedly.

Not that that had stopped him ever enjoying the actual act of music making, it was something different from spellwork and science and swordplay, something to get lost in. He flexed his hands, righted his position, and strummed a few glissandi from the thicker, rumbling lower strings to the thin twinkling high register. He tried an arpeggio, a run of a short melody from a half remembered song.

Neglect of practice aside, a decade and some of musicianship had set a certain dexterity in him, in his hands, that bit by bit began to flow with each pluck of string. It was not wholly unlike the weaving of a spell, learned precision slowly becoming familiar til in a breath it is second nature.

Alexander wove this spell, became blissfully lost at last, and played.

The notes dropped through the air like beads of crystalline water into a pond. He still hit a few wrong notes, forgot to change a lever, misplaced his fingering, but it didn’t matter. He found he could ignore the crowded square, ignore any eyes and ears that had turned his way. He went on whatever whim swayed him, flitting from the Nalban and Cumbran folksongs he’d grown up with, to new Vesuvian concerti, to snatches of street songs he’d heard over in Zadith and here in Venterre, and all the way back round again.

Halfway through the energetic last movement of a concerto, his reverie was broken.

“Is that Albiviozza’s violin concerto?”

Alexander jumped, his hands twitched and fumbled, and clumsily tangled in the strings with a discordant clatter.

Gods strike it all.

“It was,” he muttered indignantly, his frown cutting a deep, displeased line into his forehead.

He looked up to where the accosting voice had come from. There was a man standing there, a little older perhaps than Alexander himself, clad in well worn travelling garb that Alexander could just about place as being mostly from the salt flats near the southern sea, but with an eclectic mix of other clothes and accessories from around the world piled on top of the patterned cloth, all coated with a layer dust and sea-fresh salt. His curly auburn hair flowed loose and long, perhaps a touch longer than Alexander’s own unruly mane scraped into a ponytail, and across his broad shoulders was slung a slightly battered-looking case of some sort.

“So sorry, my good fellow,” the man continued brightly, “didn’t mean to disturb you,”

“I’m sure.”

“But it’s a magnificent concerto, and it’s good to hear it played with such gusto.”

Alexander glanced him up and down quizzically; he seemed to be genuine. There was something just so about the man’s easy smile, the twinkle in his grey eyes, the warm joviality in his tone that made Alexander’s ire, and the cleft between his brows, dissipate.

“Thank you,” he said, “it’s a favourite of mine, especially that last movement, with the call and response passage towards the end. I can’t quite do it justice on my own, I’ll admit, I’m not a proper musician and it’s not meant to be for harp at all, let alone a little knee harp like this-” he cut himself off before his tongue could run away with him into a tirade of nervous babble, “uh. Um. Anyway, yes. Thank you. Again.”

The man tilted his head,

“You know, I know the movement well too. Back of my hand, from memory. I wonder,” he shrugged the case off his back, “may I play with you?”

Alexander eyed the case, eyed the man, eyed his own fidgeting fingers that were itching to play more. The stranger’s enthusiasm was infectious,

“Alright then.”

His grin was radiant as the midday sun.

He made quick work of setting the case down and flipping the latches open. Inside was a large, old-looking, yet clearly lovingly well maintained string instrument. There was a pattern in the wood, carved delicately into the body and the five pegs that adorned the headscroll. It was a vielle. With a flourish, the man lifted the instrument under his chin and produced a sleek, arcing bow from the case. Alexander watched as, with practised ease, he briskly tuned each string. Even with those simple open strings, Alexander couldn’t help but marvel at the rich sound. It suited the man, he thought, it matched the vibrancy and timbre of his voice. The deep russet wood complemented his hair, too, as did the bold curves of the body of the instrument to the wide set of the man’s shoulders, the strong, flowing lines of his arms and Alexander was suddenly, painfully aware that he was staring, so dropped his eyes quickly back to his own strings to reset the levers.

“Re maggiore, yes?” the man asked. Alexander nodded.

A moment of eye contact, an unspoken connection. A shared breath in, a preparation. Fingers poised over strings, twitching around the heel of a bow. Exhale.

Then, in perfect tandem, the downbeat.

The last movement of Leonato Albiviozza’s Concerto in Re Maggiore per Violino e Orchestra was vivace, lively. It pulsed with energy from the first quaver, a furious yet triumphant arpeggiated run with an energetic basso continuo line that drove the action forward. The true, full orchestration here would have featured a cembalo and theorbo filling out the depths of that bass, and the rest of the string family assembled to provide strength and texture with a solo violin soaring over the top. Alexander had heard it performed once in some concert hall in Vesuvia, it had been thrilling.

Notably, there was no provision for a Cumbran knee harp and a vielle, and yet the arrangement of this impromptu performance worked. The glistening thrum of harpstring and the rich voice of the vielle blended seamlessly as Alexander took on the continuo and accompaniment while the stranger flew through the solo line.

Alexander had not played in ensemble for a good long while, let alone experienced the trust and nigh intimacy needed for a duet, but he didn’t feel any apprehension, any hesitation. He’d never met this man before, he didn’t even know his name, yet they had found an instant synergy through this music. It was as though there was a thread formed of silvergold starlight and heartstring linking them from hearts and lungs and minds, like it was their souls in wordless conversation alongside their instruments. When one of them coloured a phrase, the other was able to pick up on it in an instant, their articulation was synchronised, reciprocal push-pull, give and take. Each little cue, each little detail.

It was truly playing together, rather than merely two people playing the same piece at the same time. With a deal of hindsight Alexander might have chastised himself as being too fanciful, overly invested in random streetside busking with a complete stranger. But in the moment he gave little regard to the logic of that reasoning, there was no room for it amidst the music.

The man’s thick brows were arched in concentration, similarly to how Alexander’s own must be, yet his face was the picture of determination and of the joy of sheer relishing the sound, the connection, the all-encompassing feeling of shared musicality. Wordlessly, Alexander shared in that joy too, the ostinato of his pounding heartbeat a further addition to Albiviozzi’s score, one that could only be felt rather than heard; he didn’t know it but the stranger’s racing pulse was a perfect match, feeling each striking drumbeat reverberate through his own veins.

They had attracted a small audience of passersby and cafe patrons, intrigued by the sound. Street performers were commonplace in big port cities like this, there was usually a handful littered around a street corner, but the gusto with which the two ad hoc buskers were playing and the sparkling, wordless rapport that was flying between them seemed to reel people in. As loath as Alexander usually was to have an audience, he found he rather didn’t mind this time, any doubt or self-consciousness had long been eclipsed by concentration on the music. The music, and the man he was playing it with.

They had by now reached the section that Alexander had mentioned previously, where the soloist and accompanist played antiphonally. But here, with two people, it had become less of a ‘call and response’ and more a conversation. A declaration. Two voices speaking to each other through melody. It wasn’t especially technically tricky, but what got lost when trying to play solo was the intent, the colour, the nuance. The stranger played the call phrase, a vigorous major ascending scale that sprung into an arpeggio,

We’re nearly at the end now, what a triumph,

And Alexander the response, an answering run of arpeggios tumbling down his strings and back up again,

We play well together,

Then the two phrases joined together in polyphony, circling each other like partners on a dancefloor, whirling joyously until they hit the final phrase. Alexander felt his actual partner’s rallentando like it were his own breath, his own thought, and in deliberate tandem, they hit the final, perfect cadence.

A flicker of silence. A pause, a spell.

Then, a burst of applause. Alexander breathed out a heavy, satisfied sigh. He caught the man’s eye and smiled. The man’s face had gone a touch red from exertion, but he returned Alexander’s grin roguishly, before throwing his head back and laughing,

“Now, it’s not every day you get to do that.”

“Definitely not.”

The crowd began to disperse, a handful congratulated them on a job well done for which Alexander, now once again very self aware, sheepishly thanked them. His partner basked in the praise,

“And would you believe it, I’ve known this fellow all of twenty minutes!”

Alexander’s cheeks flushed hot, and he dipped his head to try and hide it. Then, they were left alone, cloaked by the hustle and bustle of the city around them.

“Well then,” the man said exuberantly, stretching his shoulders out, “I have to say, my friend, we make quite the team.”

Alexander quirked his lips,

“I’d have to agree. And… well, thank you for asking me to play.”

“Thank you for obliging. Though I did think at first, from the look on your face, you were going to tell me to piss off.”

“Well… I did consider it. But when else will a stranger be so brazen as to ask me to play a violin concerto in broad daylight with a fiddle and a harp?”

“When indeed,” he said, cocking an eyebrow and holding out his hand, “Julian.”

Alexander shook it, warm and calloused and still brimming with energy,

“Alexander. You know… in all seriousness, I haven’t played like that in a while. It was good. We play well together.”

The man smiled again, different now, taking in the details of Alexander’s face and lingering on his eyes, his mouth,

“We do.”

A few people had flipped some gold pieces into the open vielle case; Julian eyed them, then flicked his gaze back up to Alexander’s, eyes lidded and shapely lips teased upward into a knowing smile,

“Perhaps, Alexander, I might buy you a drink with our spoils?”

[medium-observation]

JULY RELEASE

Frozen - First US National Tour

April 14, 2024 (Matinée) - Medium Observation

Video

Cast:

Natalie Goodin (u/s Elsa), Lauren Nicole Chapman (Anna), Savannah Lumar (Young Elsa), Emma Origenes (Young Anna), Jeremy Davis (Olaf), Dan Plehal (Sven), Daniel Switzer (s/w Oaken/Ensemble), Evan Duff (Weselton), Brian Martin (Pabbie), Renée Reid (Bulda), Natalie Wisdom (s/w Head Handmaiden), Sammy Schechter (s/w Bishop), Kate Bailey (Ensemble), Kristen Smith Davis (Ensemble), Leigh-Ann Esty (Ensemble), Michael Everett (Ensemble), Jason Goldston (Ensemble), Sarah Dearstyne (s/w Ensemble), Zach Hess (Ensemble), Adrianna Rose Lyons (Ensemble), Alexander Mendoza (Ensemble), Kyle Lamar Mitchell (Ensemble), Katie Mariko Murray (Ensemble), Nick Silverio (Ensemble), Peli Naomi Woods (Ensemble)

Notes:

Natalie's Elsa Debut. Incredible video of this incredible cast. some washout and shakiness, and readjusting throughout.

NFT Date: July 1st, 2025

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In the Heights - Cleveland Playhouse

June 7, 2024 - Medium Observation

Video

Cast:

Joseph Morales (Usnavi), Addie Morales (Nina), Chibueze Ihuoma (Benny), Kalyn West (Vanessa), Trinidad Snider (Abuela Claudia), Rudy Martinez (Kevin), Michelle Aravena (Camila), Shadia Fairuz (Daniela), Kirsten Angelina Henry (Carla), Gabriel Subervi (Sonny), Courtland Davis (Graffiti Pete), Kevin Solis (Piragua Guy), Amy Romero (s/w Ensemble)

Notes:

Excellent capture of this incredible production. some washout and shakiness, and readjusting throughout.

NFT Date: January 1st, 2025

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Six - Second US National Tour (Boleyn)

June 15, 2024 - Medium Observation

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Cast:

Kristina Leopold (Catherine of Aragon), Cassie Silva (Anne Boleyn), Kelly Denice Taylor (Jane Seymour), Danielle Mendoza (Anna of Cleves), Alize Cruz (Katherine Howard), Adriana Scalice (Catherine Parr)

Notes:

Near perfect capture of this incredible 2.0 Boleyn Cast! lots of latecomers at this theater so you will see some people walk in and out of frame at times. some washout and shakiness, and readjusting throughout.

NFT Date: July 1st, 2025

Screenshots: https://www.flickr.com/gp/196227588@N02/E3iE5F81Xh

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JT, Petey Pablo & Plies - Sideways Freek-A-Leek (jaybeatz - HVLM)

Jessica Baio - SLOW DOWN

Bazzi - FU

Normani - Candy Paint

Becky Hill - Lonely Again

Becky Hill - Never Be Alone

Becky Hill - Multiply

Max - Pinkberry

HRVY - Party In My Head

Artemas - I Like The Way You Kiss Me

Madison Beer - Make You Mine

Snow Wife - Wet Dream

Chrissy Chlapecka - Girlie Pop

Normani - Still

Kendra Jae - TTB (Top Tier B!tch)

Normani - All Yours

Normani - Lights On

Normani - Insomnia

Normani ft. Gunna - 1:59

Normani - Distance

Normani ft. James Blake - Tantrums

Normani - Little Secrets

BRONZE AVERY, Lilyisthatyou - Tiny Purse, Tiny Top

JORDY - Sex With Myself

Ice Spice - Phat Butt

Glorilla - TGIF

Dua Lipa - Whatcha Doing

UPSAHL - Summer so Hot

GloRilla ft. Megan Thee Stallion & Cardi B - Wanna Be (Remix)

Bree Runway - 2BADGYALZ

Bradley Gibson - NO ILYS

Robinson - Landslide

Flo Milli - Lay Up

Sasha Keable ft. DESTIN CONRAD - Auction

Camper ft. Ari Lennox & Jeremih - War

Coldplay - feelslikeimfallinginlove

Madison Beer - 15 Minutes

Alexander 23 - American Boy

Ariana Grande - The Boy Is Mine

Beach Weather - Hottest Summer on Record

Charli XCX - 360

Tink - Bless Me Don't Stress Me

Halsey - The End

LISA - Rockstar

Alison Goldfrapp - I Wanna Be Loved (Just A Little Better)

Griff - Anything

Griff - Hiding Alone

Lykke Li - Ring of Fire

Jordan Adetunji ft. Kehlani - KEHLANI (Remix)

Charli XCX ft. Billie Eilish - Guess (Remix)

Rachel Bochner - Groupie

Jessie Murph ft. Teddy Swims - Dirty

John Duff - Be Your Girl

Ravyn Lenae ft. Childish Gambino - One Wish

Ravyn Lenae - Bad Idea

Erika Jayne - Bounce

Kylie Minogue ft. Bebe Rexha & Tove Lo - My Oh My

Tinashe - No Broke Boys

Tinashe - Cross That Line

Tinashe - Thirsty

Meghan Trainor - Make A Move

Isabel LaRosa - Pretty Boy

Frost Children ft. Danny Brown - Shake It Like A

Kimbra - Back To You

Kimbra - Tethers

Katie Gavin - Casual Drug Use

Isaia Huron - Aisha Potter

Ice Spice ft. Travis Scott - Oh Shhh…

Flo Milli - Understand

Charli XCX - Club Classics

Charli XCX - Sympathy is a Knife

Charli XCX ft. Lorde - Girl, So Confusing (Remix)

Charli XCX ft. Ariana Grande - Sympathy is a Knife (Remix)

Charli XCX ft. Troye Sivan - Talk Talk (Remix)

Charli XCX - Apple

Charli XCX - B2b

Charli XCX ft. Kesha - Spring Breakers (Remix)

Charli XCX ft. Shygirl - 365 (Remix)

Charli XCX - Mean Girls

Latto - Settle Down

Latto ft. Megan Thee Stallion - Squeeze

Sasha Alex Sloan - Me Again

Sabrina Carpenter - Taste

Sabrina Carpenter - Good Graces

Sabrina Carpenter - Juno

GRACEY - Delirium

Megan Thee Stallion - HISS

Mallrat - Ray of Light

Ayelle x Tamaraebi - Presence

Halle - Because I Love You

Robin Thicke & DreamDoll - I Know What To Do (IKWTD) [Remix]

Katy Perry ft. JID - artificial

Katy Perry - Nirvana

Katy Perry ft. Kim Petras - Gorgeous

Katy Perry - Lifetimes

Katy Perry ft. Doechii - I'm His, He's Mine

Katy Perry - Gimme Gimme

Katy Perry - Crush

Katy Perry - Woman's World

JT - JT Coming

Tate McRae - It's OK I'm OK

Megan Thee Stallion ft. Kyle Richh - B.A.S.

Kimbra & Dawn Richard - The Moment

Isaia Huron - Smithson

Pale Waves - Not A Love Song

Nessa Barrett - DIRTY LITTLE SECRET

Biig Piig - Ponytail

Saweetie - Is It The Way

India Shawn - There Must Be a God

Culture Jam ft. Lay Bankz, Saweetie & Flo Milli - Pretty Girls Cry Too

Ari Lennox - Smoke

Phantogram - Ashes

Phantogram - Jealousy

Julia Michaels - Heaven II

Megan Thee Stallion ft. Flo Milli - Roc Steady

Mallrat & Kito - Hocus Pocus

GRACEY - Rhetorical Questions

Trevor Daniel - Tempo

Elmiene - Crystal Tears

Alice Chater - Don't Let My Boyfriend Get In Your Way

DeathbyRomy – BITCHFAMOUS

Tyla - Back to You

Latto - Brokey

Flo - How Does It Feel?

Flo - I'm Just A Girl

Khalid ft. CHLÖE - MIA

Flo - IWH2BMX

Flo ft. CHLÖE x Halle - Soft (Unlocked)

Ayesha Madon - Michelle Obama

Chappell Roan - Good Luck, Babe!

Nessa Barrett ft. Tommy Genesis - DISCO

Nessa Barrett - Passenger Princess

Omar Apollo - Spite

Omar Apollo - Dispose of Me

CHLÖE - Rose

Yseult - TUNING

Tiana Major9 - Alone

Kiana Ledé - Natural

Adam Lambert - Wet Dream

Victoria Monét ft. Usher - SOS (Sex on Sight)

BANKS ft. Doechii - I Hate Your Ex-Girlfriend

Nao - Elevate

JORDY - Drinking Of Me

Addison Rae - Aquamarine

Victoria Monét - 1900's

VITA - FADE

VITA - BUTTERFLIES

VITA - TOPS

VITA - SAYLESS

VITA - BESTOFME

Addison Rae & ARCA - Aquamarine / Arcamarine

Addison Rae - Diet Pepsi

Perrie - Forget About Us

Mabel ft. Ty Dolla $ign - Stupid Dumb

The Corrs - Breathless (2024 Warren Remix)

FKA Twigs - Eusexua (Anyma Remix)

Rebecca Black - Sugar Water Cyanide

Griff - Last Night's Mascara

Griff - Miss Me Too

Maleigh Zan - 8 Ball

Connie Diiamond - Messy

Ariana Grande - Yes, And

KATSEYE - Touch

Bree Runway - PAWZ

Emei - Rabbithole

Brooke Candy - Block

Amelia Moore ft. Absolutely, Samara Cyn & Coco Jones - See Through (Remix)

BIA, Lil Yachty - PISSED OFF

Blusher - Somebody New

Lady Gaga - Disease

Last Years (2023) List

[rooksbooks]

Books currently on my Bookshelf

Persuasion by Jane Austen

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen

Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen

Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

The Complete Sherlock Holmes vol. 1 by Arthur Conan Doyle

The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexander Dumas

The Three Musketeers by Alexander Dumas

Catch-22 by Joseph Heller

The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd

The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne

Black Beauty by Anna Sewell

Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Montgomery

A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman

Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman

The Lost World by Michael Crichton

The Guest List by Lucy Foley

Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood by Rebecca Wells

Little Altars Everywhere by Rebecca Wells

Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell

Scarlett by Alexandra Ridley

Finlay Donovan is Killing It by Elle Cosimano

The Host by Stephenie Meyer

One Day by David Nicholls

In Five Years by Rebecca Serle

Me Before You by Jojo Moyes

The Maltese Falcon by Dashiell Hammett

The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne

The Duff by Kody Keplings

Beastly by Alex Flynn

A Walk to Remember by Nicholas Sparks

The Book Of Awesome by Neil Pasricha

The Best of Dorothy Parker by...Dorothy Parker (?)

The Boyfriend List 1-4 (aka Ruby Oliver) by E. Lockhart

The Hunger Games 1-3 + Prequel by Suzanne Collins

The Lunar Chronicles 1-4 by Marissa Meyers

The Boy, The Mole, The Fox, and The Horse by Charles Mackesy

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*These are only my physical books. I downsized several years ago and that left me with a majority of books i hadn't read yet. I want to try to make an earnest effort to flip that ratio. Most are second hand or gifts, but all happily accepted with the intention of reading. The exceptions are the YA series, which were bought and read when I was a young adult.

Color System:

💙 TBR

💚 Read, but could be up for a reread soon

🧡 DNF accidentally but will continue

🖤 Read, but no current need to reread

♥️ Read but will most likely (definitely) not reread in the future

Not sure where I'm going to start but I'm super excited to start getting through this list, in no particular order.

-Rook

[pedropascalunofficial]

Does Pedro call up the likes of Backgrid who are paid paparazzi and used for PR/publicity etc.? I see people complaining about paps but I know that Backgrid etc. are definitely paid paparazzi and they do PR paps

Does Pedro Pascal call up paparazzi?

Does Pedro dress like he's called anyone?!😆

People are complaining that Pedro is pictured at the gym too regularly. Many celebs are photographed regularly, but the images aren't released illegally by "fans" looking for likes, so it often feels as if Pedro can't move but for being photographed without his consent.

I'm sure there could be times when his team might think he needs to remind the public of his existence, like in pics posted by JustJared.com, but on the whole these paparazzi just know what they're doing. Every celeb needs publicity. However, I think the paparazzi at the gym, for instance, are efficient at their jobs. Many celebrities use that gym so sitting outside with your camera ready is an easy pay day.

The gym Pedro uses is owned and run by his friend Jason Walsh, whom he met shooting The Great Wall. That gym is used by studios to prepare actors for roles. Membership can cost $35k a year, so the clientèle are often people the paps are interested in. Rise Movement count Minka Kelly, Brie Larson, Jessica Biel, Chrissy Teigen, Hilary Duff, Jaimie Alexander, Matt Damon, Emma Stone, Jake Gyllenhal, Liam Hemsworth and more among their celebrity clients.

[jellyfishandsims2]

Round 2 -Pleasantview and blue water village. Goth household. After Mortimer got dumped and Cassandra left alone pregnant, a familiar person came back into their lives. Bella Goth. She had not aged from the moment she 'vanished' from Pleasantview and has no memories of where or when she went, but for Mortimer, it was nothing but a miracle.

Mortimer wasted no time and proposed that he and Bella renewed their vows and began again. Cassandra left alone and up the duff by you know who! has decided to concentrate on her career and to raise her baby with the help of her mother and father. Alexander has his own battles to fight as he ages into a teen to then discover his sexuality and complicate the family name. Will he open up to his family? Will Cassandra cope being a single mother? and Will Mortimer make the most of the short time he has to be with his true love once again.

[7thveil]

would you stay if she promised you heaven?

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[queenalexandraofdenmark]

Queen Victoria and her granddaughter, Princess Louise, Duchess of Fife at Abergeldie, October 9th, 1890. by Alexandra, Princess of Wales

Circular photograph of Queen Victoria and Princess Louise, standing in the garden of Abergeldie. Queen Victoria is stooping, look at the camera, wearing a bonnet and embroidered cape. Princess Louise stands to the right, wearing a hat and veil, jacket & plaid skirt. Queen Victoria mentions in ber journal for Thursday, October 9th, 1890, a visit to Abergeldie Castle, where the Waleses were staying, to say goodbye to Princess Alexandra and her daughter, Princess Victoria, who were leaving on that day. she also writes that Princess Louise was there with her husband, Alexander Duff, Duke of Fife.

Creds: queen.victoria.roses, Instagram.

[europesroyalsweddings]

✵ July 27, 1889 ✵

Princess Louise of Wales, Princess Royal & Alexander Duff, Duke of Fife

[daharte]

Tagged by @cheezriz - hey hey, thanks man :)

Put your "On Repeat" shuffle Playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs

Close One - FIZZ

Motivation - MUNA

Aurora - Daisy Jones & The Six

Candy - Mandy Moore

Not Strong Enough - boygenius

Queen - Kita Alexander

How To Touch A Girl - JoJo

Number One Fan - MUNA

Ventura Highway - America

So Yesterday - Hilary Duff (fuck yeah)

Tagging whoever wants to do it, because I've been listening to the same music for months and need new recommendations lol