#GRRRL army

[womantoday]

Quiana Welch (Olympic weightlifting, CrossFit): Youtube, linktree, IG

GRRRL

[thatlittledandere]

Alright I'll bite for the Homestuck ship asks o.o (I barely have any understanding of Homestuck so I'm just picking things I recognize asdhklf): Favourite canon ship? Favourite rare ship? Do you have a crackship? Do you self-ship with any character? Do you use the quadrants in real life? Comfort ship(s)?

Yey thank uwu

Favorite canon ship: MEOWRAILSSS Nepeta and Equius make me so so emotional they deserved more time together frrr 😭😭♦️♦️♦️

Favorite rare ship: I don't know if I ship anything rare... Tavris isn't as popular as some others for either of them..? And I guess I do ship it now there's no other word for my condition. They're terrible together it compels me. Forever holding out for pitch tavris but unfortunately kismesis requires some level of mutuality and well. Tavros and Vriska just are not on an equal standing in any capacity ever. So there's that

Do you have any crack ships? As a rule of thumb no, never. It doesn't even cross my mind to ship characters without some catalyst in canon. Like straight up the thought doesn't occur to me. There needs to be something there to catch my attention and if there is something there in canon it isn't a crack ship by definition;;

Do you self-ship with any character? I got over my crush on Eridan now I'm stuck with this bitch of a boyfriend who I just can't stop pitying in the platonic, human sense of the word. Might fuck around and adopt him next

Do you use the quadrants in real life? WISH I COULD real life kismesis especially could be interesting tbh, but only if it's done PROPERLY and not the watered down misinterpreted version you know. Kismesis isn't just enemies to lovers it isn't hatefucking it isn't even just a love-hate relationship all of these definitions have some truth to them but are reductive. Where is the begrudging respect where is the strive to be stronger and to push the other to better themself as well where is the fundamental equality in mutual one-upping and catching up-- when Karkat talks I LISTEN

Ok I do use the quadrants to describe my feelings for characters so that's like, 50% real life I guess

Comfort ship/s? I never understood the whole comfort character/ship thing tbh like I guess I sorta get what it means but also the terms just don't fit in my mouth.

Homestuck ship asks

[spann-stann]

Got tagged by @66-bl1tz-kr13g-fr1tz, spell your username with song titles!

Southern Nights - Glenn Campbell

Partisan's Song - Red Army Choir

Alba - The SIDH

Not an Option - Jarrid Mendelson

Night Ride Across the Caucasus - Loreena McKennit

Super Earth Anthem - Unknown

The Only Thing I Know For Real - Jamie Christopherson

Africa - Toto

Night Dive - Frank Klepacki

Nrrrd Grrrl - MC Chris

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[rustbeltjessie]

5. Age 12. I realize, like really realize, that I like (like, like like) both boys and girls. I declare myself a riot grrrl and a punk. I cut my hair hella short; start wearing combat boots, army surplus coats, chains. I want to be Kurt Cobain and Courtney Love, Thurston Moore and Kim Gordon. I still get told I look like a boy. I also get called a dyke for the first time.

6. It’s the early ‘90s. Queerness and androgyny are somewhat accepted for celebrities, but not for regular people, at least not in my mid-sized southeastern Wisconsin town. If you’re at all gender non-conforming or non-heterosexual, you get called a dyke or a fag or a freak or all three, interchangeably.

7. No one believes bisexuality exists. If you say you’re bi, everyone assumes you’re just a homo too scared to fully come out, or you’re a hetero trying to be ‘different.’ Or you’re just an indecisive, greedy slut.

8. Anytime I get a crush on a girl, I write in my journal: Oh, I like girls so much, I must really be gay. Anytime I get a crush on a boy, I write in my journal: Ugggh, boys are so cute, I must really be straight.

9. I start cutting myself. I start smoking. I start writing zines and slam poetry and I start trying suicide.

10. I get called a dyke and a fag and a freak. I throw my lot in with the other misfits. The kids two, three, four years older, and the handful of others my age who get it. The other queer kids, zine-writers, alterna-girls and boys, kids with green hair or shaved heads and nose rings. Theater geeks and Rocky Horror reenactors, bedroom magicians, thriftstore shoppers, delicate cutters, graffiti artists, amateur arsonists, seasoned shoplifters. Riot grrrls and indie rockers, grungy dirtbag skaters, punks and goths and industrial kids, hippies and hardcore hip-hoppers and suburban Rastafarians and all the kids who don’t fit into any one subculture but just love all of it as long as it’s outside the mainstream.

11. Is anyone in the mainstream? RENT will ask, just a couple years later.

—Jessie Lynn McMains, from Reckless Chants #26: I: Forever New (Protection from Binaries, Pt. 2), October 2022

[5ft2sunflower]

Cluttercore: Why The 2010s Blogger Aesthetic Is Back In Style

SOPHIE LOU WILSON LAST UPDATED 7 MARCH 2023, 5:28

f you were online in the early 2010s, you probably remember the emergence of several digital fashion subcultures. Tumblr kids in fishnet tights and scuffed Dr. Martens established their scuzzy, soft grunge aesthetic. Meanwhile, fashion bloggers with Lookbook.nu accounts posted ‘fit pics in skinny jeans, camel coats and heeled ankle boots. Elsewhere, in the blogosphere, teenagers rummaged in their closets to try and recreate avant-garde runway looks or scoured thrift stores for original 1960s shift dresses to pair with clashing knee-highs. 

The latter’s mismatched, vintage aesthetic is now experiencing a revival courtesy of it-girls like Bella Hadid, Iris Law and Emma Chamberlain who, lately, have been experimenting with mixed textures, colourful patterns and kitschy accessories that wouldn’t look out of place on a late-00s style blog like Susie Lau’s Style Bubble or Tavi Gevinson’s Style Rookie. Back then, these bloggers and their contemporaries cultivated an anti-minimalist “cluttercore” fashion aesthetic characterised by rainbow hues, mismatched textures and a studied interest in vintage style. Celebrities like Elle Fanning, Florence Welch and Alexa Chung were also known for dressing in this chaotic, twee-adjacent style at the time, while established fashion faces like Iris Apfel and Anna Dello Russo were often credited as formative influences.

At the same time, popular blogging platform Blogger counted more than 2 million blogs related to fashion on their platform alone. Among these were diary-like personal style blogs that mixed backyard self-timer outfit portraits with fashion commentary, life updates, vintage mood boards, scans of scrapbooks, and film stills. The outfits themselves were experimental, involving lots of layering and a mixing of different vintage eras.

Photo: Steven Simione/FilmMagic.

Emma Chamberlain at Spotify’s Best New Artist party in 2023.

Fast-forward to now. In February of this year, Chamberlain channeled a familiar aesthetic at Spotify’s Best New Artist party, wearing a cropped cream sweater vest layered over a pale green silk shirt and cream maxi. The neutral colour palette and loose-fitting outfit divided opinion, with some saying it made her look like “a grandmother.” However, similar comments were often directed at teen blogger Gevinson, of Style Rookie, who went as far as dyeing her hair grey in 2010 at the peak of her blog’s fame. In 2011, the then-15-year-old wrote on her blog, “Challenge beauty standards! Screw convention! Look like a grandmother on ecstasy at Fashion Week!” There was an element of anti-fashion to the look which defied style codes often dictated by traditional media at the time that certain colours and patterns must never mix or that young women should dress for the male gaze.

Gevinson, who is better known today for playing Kate Miller in the Gossip Girl reboot, was the blueprint for many of the personal style blogs launched by young people in the first half of the 2010s. Her blog swelled with a distinctive aesthetic, delineated by the radical DIY of ‘90s riot grrrl, the hazy girlhood of Sofia Coppola films and backyard outfit photos in tulle skirts and granny sweaters. Some of the clothes she wore on her blog were even costumes she’d played dress-up with as a child. Others came from her local Salvation Army.  

In a TikTok, trend forecaster Mandy Lee said that Gevinson “made a lot of girls question why they seek permission for dressing how they want to,” adding that, “she discusse[d] fashion as a truly joyful self-expression despite being criticised by largely grown-ups.” 

Eerie, 25, a fashion designer and zine editor from London, had a personal style blog from 2013 to 2018. They describe their style at the time as an expressive hodgepodge of eras and aesthetics. “I particularly liked ‘40s, ‘60s and ‘70s style mixed in with ‘90s grunge and ‘80s pops of colour and acid wash for quite a lot of my blogging days,” they say. “Each successful look inspired more efforts to experiment, to go further, to try more out-there things. And largely being documented at home, a lot of experimentation was possible without anything such as practicality getting in the way.”

The peak of fashion blogging coincided with the rise of thrifting which is perhaps why so many bloggers adopted such a mismatched vintage aesthetic. Depop launched in 2011 and vintage shopping became increasingly popular in imitation of the decade's it-girls like Chung and Irina Lazareanu. 

TikTok encourages a similar amalgamation of vintage eras today as revivals coexist, overlap and feed into each other. Indeed, the style blogger fashion revival itself is perhaps yet another iteration of the ‘true-thousands’ trend, the next step on from ubiquitous Y2K fashions and instead a closer reflection of how people really dressed in the late aughts. For those in their mid-late twenties, it’s a return to the media, culture and aesthetics of their adolescence so, much like the Tumblr revival, it’s also driven by sped-up nostalgia.

The proliferation of different trends and aesthetics popularised by TikTok and existing at the same time provides a rich sartorial landscape for young people to experiment with. Like Tumblr's and Blogger’s fashion communities 10 years ago, TikTok is providing a platform for teenagers to play around with style and have thoughtful discussions about clothes. Get ready with me videos and trend analyses can sometimes cultivate the same intimate feeling as personal style blogs. 

After all, the cluttercore and weird girl aesthetics that have flourished on TikTok thanks to the likes of Hadid and Law have much in common with the messy, clashing styles that distinguished 2010s fashion blogs. It feels like the logical endpoint to ‘trendcore’ because, rather than following one trend, style blogging was often about mixing everything together at the same time. This amalgamation of aesthetics blurs the lines of any preconceived fashion guidelines. While the style blogger may be an aesthetic in its own right, it’s also a call to explore personal style beyond the trends fed to us by the algorithm.

There’s a growing nostalgia for the perceived authenticity of fashion blogging. Most of these style bloggers were independent and didn’t plan their content or outfits based on either pleasing algorithms or pleasing other people IRL. The disruptive movement inspired legions of teens around the world to dress up in outfits people at school thought were ‘weird’, start thrifting just before it was popular and have fun with fashion outside of what was considered trendy. 

The aesthetic makes a convincing case for finding joy in fashion and experimenting with personal style rather than chasing every new ‘core’ that comes along. It encourages real excitement about getting creative with the clothes you already have in your wardrobe and therein lies the thrill of it. 

Blogging encouraged exploration and pulling from fashion and cultural history to create an outfit, applying the same creative thought process that might go into other art forms. The inspiration, often explored in accompanying long-form text, mood board or film stills, was just as important as the finished look. 

As the meeting point between Tumblr fashion and the weird girl aesthetic, it’s not hard to see why there’s nostalgia for this subculture of digital fashion history. In a time when trends come and go faster than ever, experimenting with personal style and pushing fashion boundaries can be a thrilling antidote to trend fatigue. Whether you engaged with it at the time or not, consider this a call to dress creatively and connect with your inner teen.  Or... grandma.

[ellyawn]

Iris WIP

So.. a wip of my vampire v20 character, she's still humain for the moment and I'm not sure about the hairs

She was an army plane pilote in the french air army, she's missing the left eye and left arm after being shot done and became a singer in a rock / riot grrrl band ^^

[carmenvicinanza]

Ani DiFranco

Ani DiFranco, cantautrice e musicista è, dagli anni Novanta, un’istituzione mondiale della musica indipendente.

Icona femminista e paladina della cultura neo-punk, possiede un peculiare timbro vocale, capace di spaziare da rabbiose invettive a momenti di intensa angoscia.

Impegnata in tante battaglie civili e politiche, ha trapiantato in musica l’ideale delle “riot grrrl” in un’inconsueta mescolanza di sonorità punk e folk, riuscendo a vendere milioni di dischi senza venire mai a patti con il music business.

La sua musica ha abbracciato il punk, funk, hip hop, jazz, soul, elettronica e suoni ancora più lontani collaborando con star del calibro di Prince. Ha condiviso il palco con Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen, Pete Seeger, Kris Kristofferson, Bon Iver, Brand Carlile, Billy Bragg, Michael Franti, Chuck D. e molti altri e altre ancora.

Nata a Buffalo, negli Stati Uniti, il 23 settembre 1970, da padre di origini italiane e madre canadese, entrambi appassionati di musica folk, a soli nove anni ha cominciato a suonare cover dei Beatles nei locali con la sua insegnante di chitarra.

A quindici anni è andata a vivere da sola, si manteneva suonando in giro e intanto studiava alla Buffalo Academy for Visual and Performing Arts.

A diciotto, ha fondato la sua casa discografica, la Righteous Babe Records.

Il suo primo disco, Ani DiFranco è uscito nel 1990, da allora, ha sformato un nuovo album ogni anno.

Trasferitasi a New York, ha fatto parte di riot grrrl, il movimento internazionale femminista di matrice punk.

A 26 anni, senza aver avuto il minimo appoggio dalla grande distribuzione, aveva già venduto oltre un milione di copie dei suoi dischi.

Molto del suo materiale è autobiografico, anche fortemente politico, le sue canzoni professano un femminismo militante, con testi scabrosi e taglienti, che affrontano razzismo, sessismo, abusi sessuali, omofobia, aborto, povertà e guerra.

Ha scritto anche diversi libri, i suoi testi sono acuti, ironici, arrabbiati: raccontano, dal punto di vista di una donna che sa di avere nella propria femminilità al tempo stesso una debolezza e una forza, l’America di oggi, quella della falsa democrazia, del fascino dilagante per le armi, dello smarrimento dopo l’Undici Settembre. Lontana dai facili proclami politici di cui a volte il rock si infarcisce la bocca, alla banalità dello slogan preferisce costantemente l’intelligenza della metafora, usa le parole con sapienza sottile e agguerrita.

Impegnata per un mondo più giusto, è stata fonte di ispirazione per diverse generazioni di giovani donne. È apparsa su diverse copertine per la sua musica e il suo impegno. Si è esibita in innumerevoli concerti di beneficenze, ha donato canzoni in numerosi album di sostegno a diverse cause civili.

Nel 2004 era in prima fila alla Marcia delle Donne, fa parte del consiglio di amministrazione di Roots of Music, organizzazione che fornisce supporto scolastico e musicale a giovani indigenti. Fa parte del consiglio creativo di Emily’s List, per aiutare a eleggere donne democratiche e progressiste.

Premiata in ogni campo, ha vinto il Grammy, il Woman Courage Award della National Organization for Women, il Gay/Lesbian American Music Award per l’artista femminile dell’anno e il Woody Guthrie Award. L’Università di Winnipeg le ha dato la laurea ad honorem e ancora è stata premiata con Outstanding Achievement for Global Activism e nominata Campionessa della giustizia dal Centro nazionale per i diritti delle lesbiche.

Icona dell’impegno politico dagli anni Novanta, coraggiosamente non si è piegata alle major, è stata tra le prime donne della storia a creare la sua etichetta per pubblicare i dischi e non smette di essere di grande ispirazione, anche per le nuove generazioni.

[nadja-antipaxos]

Chapter 5: baby, we're the new romantics - june 2013

Previously - Chapter 4 || Masterlist || Next - Chapter 6

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: swearing, kissing, oral and PIV sex, a man being a jackass on a date

Note: Thank you for reading and enjoy. Please leave comments  if you so desire!

Word Count: 7,190

june 2013 - summer

“How does this work?”

“They’re blind dates. Set up by our friends and my stupid brother.”

“But I mean, you’re not gonna be mad?”

“No. If you like someone you like them. Just bag it up.”

He looks confused, so she winks.

“Use a condom.”

“Oh my God, Nikki.”

She nearly bowls over from how red he gets. She struggles to get upright and places her hand on his shoulder.

“Have fun. Seriously. I don’t care. You’re my friend.”

“Okay.” There’s still skepticism in his voice. Her eyes narrow.

“Dude, it’s okay. Why are you being so weird about this?”

“I’m not the kind of guy who—when Peggy—“

“Use your words…”

“I wasn’t with Peggy, but she saw me kissing this other woman and she kinda went…off.”

She’s no longer laughing.

“Went off how?”

“I was testing out shields with your dad and found the vibranium one. She emptied an entire round on it.”

Nicolette’s already large blue eyes grow and there’s something else coloring her features he can’t place.

“That’s fucked up, Steve.”

They both have two weeks in New York, so all of the Avengers except Thor (who is off-world) decide to set up their friends on a series of blind dates.

Nicolette meets Tony’s friend, Carrie, who is a Jewish alternative-rocker and one of the coolest people she has ever met. She was a big part of the riot grrrl movement in the 1990s: a decade of music Nicolette is obsessed with. They have the same taste in music and favorite spots in the city. However, Carrie is twelve years older than Nicolette, and considering she looks even younger, Carrie has to pass. They exchange numbers though for the next time there’s a good band playing and they’re both in New York.

Tony throws Steve a softball in the form of Myrna Byrne. She’s a friend of Pepper’s from a “women in business” conference. Pepper was her mentor for a few days.  She has strawberry blonde hair like Pepper and she does PR for an eccentric billionaire, but that’s where the comparisons stop. She’s got striking cat-like blue eyes, high cheekbones, a constellation of freckles across her nose, and the contrast of her deep red lipstick against her pale skin is stunning. Her long curls are pulled back in a sleek ponytail. She’s very pretty. She’s already at the restaurant by the time he gets there typing away on her phone. She stands up to greet him in blush slacks and a tight cream blouse showing off her hourglass figure.  She’s beautiful. She’s also a fully formed person with a mind and personality.  He chastises himself for staring and lets the small talk begin.

“It took him a while, but he realized adopting a chinchilla would not look great.” Myrna swirls the pasta around her fork. She doesn’t want to be at the whim of a rich weirdo for her entire career, but it’s a good place to start. “So, what do you do?”

“Me?”

“Mhmm.”

“I, uh.” Steve can’t help but laugh.

“What?” Myrna reaches for her wine.

“I don’t get asked that often, sorry. I work for the government.”

“Like DoD? Your posture just screams military.” Her striking eyes widen. “Former Army brat. My mom’s a doctor for the US Army and met my dad in Kuwait. Argh. I was asking about you, sorry.”

A genuine smile forms on his lips as she winces at herself.

“No, um, it’s fine. I work for S.H.I.E.L.D. and with Tony Stark, as—um—an Avenger.”

“Ohh. Okay.”

“Have you heard of the Avengers?”

“Kinda. Well. I know there was that scary invasion in New York. I was in Sweden, so I didn’t see it firsthand. I’m sorry. I don’t really keep up on superheroes. I’m just so busy. Like aliens could come down right now and unless my boss wants to buy a pod for one of his kids, I wouldn’t hear about it.” She shrugs her shoulders with a sheepish smile.

“That’s…that’s…”

“Embarrassing?”

“No. Refreshing.”

“That has to be annoying, right? People just wanna talk to you because of all that?”

“Yeah.”

Her pale skin burns pink flooding from her neck up to her cheeks. She clutches her face in her hands.

“Oh my god. I’m such an idiot.”

“What?”

“Steve Rogers. You’re—you’re Captain America.”

Steve braces himself for how this usually goes. She presses her palms together almost like she’s praying.

“Oh my god. My dad.”

“What?” Steve hopes he’s not a super-fan and tries to hide the trepidation in his voice.

“His dad was rescued by your Howling Commandos?” Her voice tilts up in question.

“Oh.” Steve clears his throat. He hadn’t expected this at all. “Wow.”

“Thank you. Truly.” She looks him directly in the eyes.

“Is your grandfather still…” He doesn’t know how to put it.

“No. He died last year. Cancer. But he had a great life.” She sounds almost wistful as the corner of her mouth tugs upward. “Anyway, that was ridiculous. I’m sorry.”

“No. No, it’s fine.” Steve places his hand over hers. “Thank you for sharing that.”

They talk more about the different places they’ve traveled to and their hobbies. When Steve tells her about his motorcycle, she describes trying to run away from home at 15 on her dad’s bike. She didn’t get very far before it ran out of gas. She giggles her way through the entire story.  Her laugh is very bubbly and lights up her face.  He knows he doesn’t want to go home yet. She suggests they go dancing, so she hops on his bike and they find an underground club in SoHo. She squeals when he speeds up delighted to be on a motorcycle again.

Due to the flashing lights and loud, pounding music, no one pays attention to who he is and it’s a relief. Steve’s only had slow dancing lessons from Nicolette. He asked about how couples dance now and she burst out laughing, so that was the end of the conversation. He tries to hide the fact he doesn’t know what he’s doing by standing behind her, but Myrna either doesn’t notice or care. She places his large hands on her slim waist and rocks them back and forth to the beat.  Her curvy ass brushes against his pants and he gasps. Her hand moves up behind his neck as she presses into him further.  She’s average height and her heels make her even taller, so he dips down only slightly to make their lips meet.  Her tongue brushes over his and she grinds into him harder. She smirks when he chokes. He isn’t one to grope a woman in public, but she’s making it difficult.

“I live a few blocks from here.” She tells him.

“G-Great.” Steve nods violently.

She leads him out of the club. The cool breeze calms him down enough to keep it together. It’s only a few minutes before they’re all over each other in her elevator. He’s really never felt like this.  Pure unadulterated lust. He wants to know what his name sounds like on those lips. He wants to know how soft her skin is. He wants to bury his face in between her legs. She’s pulling him through her door until they make it to her bedroom. Steve comes up for air long enough to shrug off his jacket and unbutton his shirt. In a blink, her clothes are off and she’s kneeling on the bed taking off his pants and boxers. Before he can even admire her body, she gives him a stroke. He shudders as his mouth falls open.

“Responsive.” Her eyebrow arches as her hand keeps moving. “I like that.”

“I better not be the only one.”  He pushes her into the mattress and she smiles at the sudden dominance. Now, he can take in just how sexy she is. His mouth starts at her neck and moves down her breasts. Her moans are soft and light every time his lips touch her supple skin. Her grip on his hair tightens when he slips his fingers inside her. He keeps stroking watching what she likes. He dips down to drink her in. She’s writhing and clutching her sheets above him. Her back arches and he smiles to himself.

“Oh—oh—shit—I’m gonna c—“ Her thighs tremble around his head and he doesn’t stop. He likes her whimpers too much. She leans forward and grabs him by the shoulders. He looks up, half-amused and half-bewildered.

“We need a condom. Do you have a condom?” Myrna asks, voice hoarse.

“Y-Yeah.” He moves off of her and finds his pants. Nicolette wouldn’t let him leave until he put one in his wallet. He didn’t think he’d need it.  As usual, she was right. Myrna’s greedy hands help him roll it on.

“You sure you want to do this?” Steve asks as he settles on top of her.

“Absolutely.” She takes hold of him and lines him up. She isn’t wasting time.

Her nails dig into his broad shoulders as he pushes inside her. He gives her a moment but then she nips his ear.

“Ruin me, Steve.”

He pounds her into the mattress and she makes the most delicious sounds for the next thirty minutes. She can’t even speak in full sentences.

“Ah! Fuck, fuuck, oh, god.” She whimpers in his ear.

“I’m close. Are you close?” He grits his teeth. He can feel the electricity spiking.

“A-Almost.”

His thumb massages that little nub and she clenches around him. She arches her back.

“That’s it, c’mon, sweetheart.” He smiles into her throat before kissing the soft skin. The pace of his thumb is relentless.  She cries out his name, fluttering around him, and it sets him off. One final thrust and he lets go grunting her name into her neck. She’s limp under him as he places soft kisses on her neck.

“You good?”

“You kidding?”

He chuckles and pushes off of her.

“Bathroom’s in there.” She nods. “Can you bring me a washcloth or towel?”

Steve throws out the condom and returns to find Myrna looking like the cat who got the canary. He cleans her up and sees her jump when he brushes the oversensitive skin.

“Sorry.”

“No, um, I usually have to do this.” She takes the washcloth from him and tosses it across the room. He gets in bed next to her and she kisses him. Before she can say anything, her phone buzzes on the floor where she dropped her purse.

“Do you need to get that?” Steve asks.

“Probably.” Myrna pouts and kisses him again. Her teeth sink into his pouty lower lip pulling into her mouth. “But I don’t wanna.”

Steve moans as she deepens the kiss and palms one of her breasts. She leans into his touch and it makes him want more. His mouth latches onto her and her eyes roll into the back of her head.  The phone’s buzzing is constant and she whines as she pulls him off.  She grabs her phone and types impossibly fast.

“Everything okay?”

“He’s dragging me to Milan for two months and just started a Twitter war about private jets”

Steve looks down and tries to hide his disappointment. He really wants to see her again, but that’s probably not going to happen. She travels as much as he does except he has the feeling her phone is always on.

“I thought he’d lay off for one night.” She looks up at him. Her eyes mirror his. “Work never stops, I guess.”

“Yeah. I know how that goes.” Steve stands up and gathers his clothes. He has enough sense not to try to stay. He gets dressed and sees her pull on a silky cream robe.

“Steve?” Her voice is quiet as he buckles his belt.

“Yeah?” His eyebrows lift.

“I like you. I don’t bring every date back here, you know.”

“Wouldn’t matter if you did.”

Myrna bites her lip and throws her head back.

“Shit, stop being so perfect.”

“I like you too, Myrna.” He leans down and kisses her. “Have a safe trip, okay?”

“You’re really sweet.” She grins before kissing him again. He pulls back. Her legs swing over the side of the bed and she walks him to the door.

“Oh!” She rummages around her purse until she pulls out a thin business card. She scribbles something on the back. “Next time you’re in Paris you have to try it. Best bread in the world!”

“Thanks. I will.” Steve smiles and takes the card.

“Whenever you try it, text me. I’m 9 for 9 on recommendations.”

“I wouldn’t wanna ruin that perfect record.”

“Trust me, you won’t. This was fun, Steve. Really.”

“It was.” Steve gives her a quick kiss before walking away.

He takes the stairs down and finds his bike. He revs it up and reminds himself that TriBeca is not far away, but her date might be sleeping over. He rides back to the Tower and steps into the elevator up to the top floor’s shared living room.

“Hey, Romeo,” Nicolette says in a sing-song voice from the couch. “How’d it go?”

Her skinny legs are tucked under her and she’s on her phone. She looks very comfortable.

“It was really good.” Steve sits near her, but not next to her. She rolls her eyes and beckons him closer.  She stares at him for a moment and then bites her lower lip.

“You, uh, missed a button, buddy.” She reaches over and fixes it

He feels the heat climb up the back of his neck to his cheeks. He doesn’t know what to say.

“I corrupted you.” She lifts up his wrist and high fives him. “Attaboy.”

Nicolette rubs the spot over her heart and pretends to cry.

“I’m so proud of you. Dickin’ down on the first date. How far you’ve come.”

Steve laughs.

“So, we’re okay?”

“Totally. I have no claim on ya.”

Steve nods. He doesn’t know why that sounds harsher than it should.

Clint’s pick for Steve is Lucy Anderson, Nicolette’s friend, who willingly offers herself up for a date. Her slightly rumpled dark bob, pale skin, nude lipstick, and blue A-line dress reminds Steve of a painting. She’s as carefree as she seems.  She’s very beautiful with large brown eyes and delicate features. Early on, they agree that they don’t have any romantic chemistry, but they’d like to get to know each other all the same. He can see why Nicolette is so close to her. She has a loud laugh every time she tells him about the scourge of hipsters in Williamsburg. She met Nicolette at Harvard and works for The Cut. She doesn’t swear as much as Nicolette does. In fact, she gets a little shy. It’s a shame Steve isn’t into her because she seems wonderful. It’s a perfectly nice date.

Clint’s choice for Nicolette doesn’t work out at all. Amir is a tall, dark-haired, Iranian- American man who works in finance. He’s smart and absolutely gorgeous with a perfectly manicured beard. He comes off pleasant at first but then doesn’t stop talking about his ruthless deals or the pop-up clubs in Midtown that only he knows about. He’s like a modern Gordon Gecko.  He’s used to women being impressed with his income and smile. He’s going to make someone a very happy trophy spouse, but it’s not her. She entertains the idea of fucking him just for the hell of it, but then he tells her which whiskey she’s going to love and shuts it down.

Bruce recommends Melissa, a pioneer in STEM especially for Black women, to Steve who he has met at conferences for her exemplary work on microbiology. She’s perfectly polite and respectful. There’s no spark and they part ways as soon as dinner is done. . Bruce feels extremely uncomfortable about the idea of setting up Tony’s little sister on a date. It doesn’t feel appropriate in the slightest, but he thinks he finds someone nice in Gary. He seems likable and non-threatening. Nicolette notices how similar his haircut and facial hair are to a certain billionaire. It’s the first thing that gives her pause. Another white guy pretending to be Tony. Great. Not creepy at all.  The trucker hat and vest are also not a great look. She’s in a blue, gold, and red stripe sequin mini-dress and bright cherry red heels. They definitely aren’t on the same wavelength.

“Tony Stark’s sister. Like you had the same parents.”

“Yup.”

“All the Avengers are amazing, but Iron Man is the best. I mean, he’s the original.”

“Captain America was first, but sure.”

“Have you met all of the Avengers?”

“Mhmm.”  

“Has he told you about me?”

“Um, have you met him?”

“Yeah, I totally helped him last Christmas. He used my van. He didn’t mention me?”

“H-He did, but that was a really stressful time. I don’t wanna remember a lot of it.”

“Oh, yeah. That makes sense. You wanna see my tattoo?”

He rolls up his arm and shows her the strangest tattoo of her brother. It doesn’t even look like him.

“That’s certainly something. So um how did you meet Bruce?”

“Coffee shop. Told him how much I dig the Avengers.”

“Right, yeah.” Nicolette can’t believe Bruce set her up with someone he barely knows.  She signals for the waiter and orders an old-fashioned. She needs something strong.

“I told him I was having a hard time meeting women. Cause of my job.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m a cameraman in Chattanooga.”

“Umm, what brings you here?”

“Remote assignment.”

“So you’re not here permanently?”

“No. I wish. New York is cool. God, Tony Stark’s sister”

“Yep.”

“You don’t look alike, really. I mean, Tony’s a great looking dude, but you—you’re really beautiful and you’ve got, you know” he gestures to his chest.

“Right.”

“I haven’t been on a date in a while. I’m sorry. And you’re really hot.”

“Oh, this isn’t a date. It’s, um, a meet and greet. Tony totally remembers you and wanted to thank you. You’re also getting a headshot.”

“Oh. Okay. Can I get a selfie? No one is gonna believe I had dinner with Tony Stark’s little sister.”

Nicolette bites her tongue and nods. He moves over to her and presses his shoulder into hers. She puts on a polite smile for the photos, but he doesn’t leave when they’re done.

“Wow, the chemistry. Do you feel that?”

“I feel the air conditioning.”

“No, it’s like this heat between us.”

She blinks so rapidly she wonders if her eyelashes are going to fall off.

“We should order, right?”

She has no appetite, but she makes a small dent in her salad. Gary goes on about how hard his job is and how he really wants to be in front of the camera.

“You know…” He raises his eyebrows and leans forward.

Her fist clenches underneath the table in anticipation. She hopes this isn’t going where she thinks it’s going.

“I have my own hotel room. I know it’s kinda forward. But I think you’re crazy sexy and I’ve seen how you’ve been eyeing me. I don’t even have sex with a Stark on bucket list cause I thought it’d never happen.”

Well, shit. For a split second, Nicolette imagines shoving a drink in his face or reaching over the table to choke him, but she doesn’t. Instead, under the table, she shoots off a text and turns her silence off. It pings back immediately.

“Who was that?” Gary asks.

“Oh, my boyfriend.” Nicolette nods awkwardly.

“You have a boyfriend?” Gary narrows his eyes.

“Mhmm.” Nicolette nods vigorously. “I told you this wasn’t a date.”

Gary seems almost offended—scratch that—he’s very offended. He starts to drill her on this boyfriend and why she didn’t bring him up. Why she led him on. And finally, if it’s an open relationship. She can’t even get a word in. It’s the longest ten minutes of her life. When is he going to get here? She needs him.

Gary’s eyebrows go up when he enters probably because of his massive height.  At 6’6”, he’s easily the tallest person in the restaurant.  Her blond knight in zip-up sweatshirt and jeans. Nicolette jumps up from her seat and rushes to him.

“Hey, Dylan.” She waves.

“Hi…honey…” Dylan gives a polite smile before stooping down and giving her the least romantic kiss in the history of kisses. It’s like kissing her grandmother.

Nicolette bats her eyelashes and looks up at him. She touches his face and whispers:

“Sell it, bitch, so I can get the fuck out of here.”

“I’m trying, but you’re you.” Dylan smiles to mask how annoyed he is.

“Grow up and kiss me, you stupid fucking actor,” her tone is so sweet and delicate.

Dylan twists his mouth trying not to laugh at her. He takes a deep breath and looks into her eyes. He leans in slowly and places his hand on the small of her back to pull her closer. He strokes her cheek as he kisses her nearly lifting her off her feet. She kisses him back and slides an arm around his neck. When Gary clears his throat repeatedly, Nicolette knows they fucking sold this thing. Dylan pulls back and winks. She smiles up at him. For good measure, Dylan takes her hand in his and walks back to the table. Dylan gives Gary a strong handshake with his free hand. The other stays fused to Nicolette’s.

“So, uh, what are you doing here?”

“Nic and I promised our friends that we’d swing by their housewarming party. They wouldn’t stop blowing up my phone.” Dylan chuckles and brushes his nose into her shoulder. She can feel the puffs of air on her skin as he bites back his laughter.

“Oh okay. Yeah. That makes sense.” Gary looks mournfully at her legs and Nicolette wishes she had chosen a different dress.

“Tony took care of the check. He just really wanted me to thank you for your support.” She smiles without showing any teeth. Dylan removes his hand and touches his hair. Gary sees an opening and stands up.

“It was great meeting you. I can’t believe I’ve met both the Starks.” Gary pulls her into a hug, pressing his chest against hers. Thanks to her heels, she can see over his shoulder and grimaces to Dylan who makes an equally ridiculous face.

“Nice meeting you.” She peels herself out of his embrace and Dylan tugs her to his side. She walks away and once they’re out of view, Dylan lets go of her hand.

“Jesus, are you okay? He was such a fuckin’ creep.”

“Yeah. I’m fine. Thanks for coming.”

She takes his hand in earnest and he doesn’t let go. She wishes her dress was longer so she could hop on his back and let him carry her like he usually does.

“Of course. I like the dress.”

"Thanks, I did too."

Once they get to the Tower, Nicolette tries her best not to lay into Bruce. Dylan stands behind her with his hands on her shoulders like a boxer’s cornerman.

“It was terrible.” Nicolette folds her arms across her chest. “Please, please explain your thought process.”

Bruce adjusts his glasses and frowns:

“He seemed very interested in everything we do. I thought that was nice.  And I didn’t wanna do this, to begin with, and I-I’m sorry.”

“Tony, I had to kiss Dylan to get out of it.”

“Hey!” Dylan raises his voice.

“Oh, shut the fuck up.” Nicolette elbows Dylan lightly in the stomach.

“For the record, I didn’t know it was Gary. Creep. I would’ve axed it.” Tony eyes Bruce.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t wanna do this!” Bruce puts his hands up and walks away.

Nicolette and Tony share a look.

“Maybe the Brunette Army can give you a freebie for your troubles.” Tony shrugs with his entire body.

“Or she could just go out with Steve,” Natasha offers.

“What was that, Romanoff?” Tony sits up as straight as a rod.

“That was gonna be my suggestion anyway.”

“You honestly want my amazing little sister to go out with Stars and Stripes on Ice?”

“Yeah…”

“Beyonce was at her Sweet Sixteen. He sorts his shirts by ROYGBIV.”

Nicolette looks back at Dylan who nods.

“Actually, it was Destiny’s Child.” Dylan corrects.

“Shut up, string bean.” Tony doesn’t even look at him to know he’s bowed his head. “I set her up with one of the coolest rockstars ever.”

“And it didn’t work out.” Natasha folds her arms across her chest. “He won’t make her feel unsafe or uncomfortable. He’s her friend, so they already know each other. After this colossal fuck up, she deserves something nice.”

“Thanks, Nat.” Nicolette smiles.

“All right, but if she starts eating the early bird special, it’s on you.” Tony scratches his ear.

“Please, if she survived sharing DNA with you, she can handle a dinner with Captain America.” Dylan raises his chin.

“Wow.” Tony puts his hand over his heart.

“Good one, D.” Nicolette hugs his waist.

Steve picks up Nicolette at her apartment building. He wears his usual dress pants and navy button-up, but she goes all out. Strappy gold block heels. Black tights showing off her killer legs. Cheetah print skirt with a black V-neck blouse. She looks so hot he wants to take her back upstairs and forget dinner.  The familiar thrum of lust at the sight of her courses through his veins.

“Nikki…” His eyes move up and down her frame. He doesn’t know where to look.

“I figured I’d try out this skirt.” She spins on her heel. Her blue eyes glitter under the dark smoky makeup. He wants to smear that nude lipstick right off.  He licks his lips and just nods. She giggles, shaking her head.

Steve takes her to a pizza place in Brooklyn that’s still around from the ’30s. It’s just as good since they kept it in the family. The tables are black with red and white checkered table cloths. He pulls out her chair.

“Ever the gentleman. Thank you, Captain Steve.” She smiles and sits down.

The waiter comes over to them. His eyes linger for a moment on Nicolette, but not in a way that makes her feel strange.

“Can I get you started on drinks?”

“Yeah, can we get a bottle of the Cabernet Sauvignon?”

“Absolutely. I’ll put that in while you look at the menu.”

“No beer?” Nicolette arches an eyebrow.

“Nope.” Steve picks up a menu.

“Ulterior motive?”

“Perfectly innocent. Just like those shoes.”

She winks and he shakes his head.

They get three pizzas, two for Steve, and one to share. It feels like any other time they’ve gone out. It’s easy and fun.

They decide to walk around after dinner since it doesn’t feel too unbearably hot.  His fingers are itching at his side. Almost like she’s reading his mind, she offers an open palm. He threads his fingers through hers. He’s seen her do this with Lucy and Jordan. It’s nice and it stops the catcalls.

“This is fun, huh?” She tilts her head.

For no reason other than he can, he lifts her up by the waist, and she yelps.

“Lots of fun.”

He carries her for a block before she wriggles like a cat in the bath and he has to settle her down.

“You’re ridiculous.” She points a finger at him.

Steve does a lap around her building as she looks out for any of Tony’s drones. She doesn’t see any. Maybe he’s stopped spying on her dates since she’s no longer 14.

It’s a frenzy of ripping off clothes and tossing them across her penthouse. Steve requests she keep those heels on when he fucks her against her bedroom wall.

“Cap’s got a—fuck—fuck—“ He’s hitting that spot that makes her see stars. “Don’t stop.”

Steve stills his hips and pins her hands above her head with one hand.

“Oh, c’mon. What the hell?”

“What was that??”

“Cap’s got a shoe fetish.” Her muscles squeeze him to emphasize each word; “You. Goddamn. Weirdo.”

He lets out a strangled gasp and she arches an eyebrow.

“F-Fuck.” Steve breathes into her mouth as she secures her flexible legs around his slim waist.

“Captain Steve, watch your mouth.” She chuckles breathlessly.

“You watch it.” He nips at the cleavage swelled under her bra. He sets a frantic pace that rubs her back up and down the wall.  Her nails tug his hair tilting his chin up.

“Don’t fucking tease me, got it?”

“Uh-huh.”

Since Nicolette doesn’t want to tell them why her night with Steve ended up being fucking awesome, the Brunette Army gives her a do-over date for her last night in NYC. Her expectations are insanely low.  As in she throws on dark skinny jeans, a tight studded brown blouse, and snakeskin print wedges. Smokey eye and nude lipstick. Something she’d wear with the Brunette Army. Nothing fancy. It’s her last night in New York anyway.

“And you’re 100% sure he’s not a creep?” Nicolette cradles her phone against her neck walking out the door.

“Yes, he was totally professional, okay? If I’m wrong, we’ll set his car on fire,” Jordan promises.

“Uh, no, we’re not doing that,” Lucy chimes in.

“Seconded. No arson.” Nicolette rolls her eyes.

She finds the tiny bar in Crown Heights. It has a vintage, speakeasy feel and she worries he’s going to be insufferable. He better not lecture her on jazz. She walks over to the bar and sees a tall white man stand up in jeans and a Tom Tom Club t-shirt with bright orange Air Jordans. They look familiar and she wonders if Tony has a pair.

“Nicolette Stark?”

“Jake Murray?”

“You got it.” He shakes her hand firmly before sitting back down at the bar.

The bartender walks over to her while polishing a glass as she sits down.

“Can I get an old-fashioned?”

“Could you make that two?”

The bartender nods and walks away.

“Whiskey fan?” He drums his fingers on the bar.

“Yep.” She nods and squints one eye trying to remember.  “So, you directed Jordan in that show about the woman in the cemetery. She was super weird and offbeat.”

“The Garden, yeah.”

“And she would interrupt scenes and talk to the audience, right?”

“Yes. Good memory.”

“I remember I was like ‘Oh, Jor would do this in every job if she could.”

Jake nods with a smirk and she spies two dimples. Cute.

“She was perfect.”

The bartender sets down their drinks. They both reach for them eagerly and he chuckles.

“Blind dates are the worst. I never know what to say.”

“My friends have been setting me up all week.”

“Are they trying to torture you?”

She chuckles into her drink hoping she isn’t spitting everywhere. He just tilts his head,” You sure they’re your friends?”

Nicolette nods her head.

“Well, if you aren’t into this you can leave at any time. No hard feelings.”

She cocks her head in surprise, “Likewise.”

The conversation relaxes after that. They discuss normal things like work and where they went to school. He studied theatre at Columbia and is 10 years older than her. He cards a large hand through his thick brown hair. She suggests a snooty toast to attending Ivy League universities and it makes him laugh.  He remembers the viral video she made with Dylan when they were 16 causing her to turn pink. She’s proud of Dylan. It opened every door for him. She’s just not made for comedy videos. She tells him about her work for the ACLU. She handles a lot of the research and first interviews with their clients. The job she has to go back to Monday morning. His fingers settle on his chin and his brown eyes light up with interest. She’s never seen anyone so laser-focused. Even in this crowded bar, he’s really…listening. But she doesn’t wanna hear herself talk. She knows he has better stories to tell working with overdramatic actors on Broadway.

Jake’s a very engaging storyteller. He’s relaxed, but involved, and never acts like he’s the more worldly one due to his age. His brown eyes are so expressive and the subtle lifts of his brow as he gets more passionate are so endearing. Nicolette has a hard time keeping her eyes off him and she can’t blame the drinks.  He shakes his head and a little tendril of hair comes loose from his otherwise perfectly coiffed look. She leans forward and pauses for a moment, so he can tell her to stop. He doesn’t. She smooths the piece back down and ignores the way her stomach squirms at how soft his hair is. There’s something in the air. A buzz of electricity. She’s sure he can feel it, but he doesn’t say a word as he leans in closer to tell her a story about Jordan’s nonsense. Ooh, she likes this game. She laughs loudly and looks down at her empty drink.

“Hey…” His teeth bite his lower lip and she inhales sharply. “There’s a secret show tonight. Panic! At the Disco. You wanna join me?”

Her body jerks so sharply she nearly falls out of her chair. “Um, fuck yes. I love them.”

“Great. I was totally gonna go no matter what, but yeah, this’ll be fun.” He nods with a crooked smile.

She bursts out laughing and he tilts his head. “Full disclosure, I don’t give a shit what you say cause I’m going.”

Jake lets out a surprising high-pitched giggle. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I’m ready to goooo,” she sings and tosses her head back and forth.

“Get me outta my mind.” He shakes his shoulders to the imaginary beat.

“I might totally ditch you if Brendon wants to hang out.” She puts cash down on the bar.

“Didn’t he get married?” Jake arches an eyebrow.

“Fuck! ” Nicolette stomps her foot. “I guess we can all hang out then.”

“I’ll take what I can get.” He puts his hands up.

The venue is small but packed. It’s not just connected people and celebrities. Regular fans are there who heard from word of mouth. They play some new songs on the album that will come out in the fall and mix in the hits. Nicolette loves pop-punk with every fiber of her being and sings along to every song. She’s surprised that Jake knows most of the words too. The band starts to jump on stage, so Nicolette follows suit even in her wedges. Jake joins her and suddenly, it dawns on her that he’s like a foot taller than her. They look at each other and she feels that buzz again.  The drums pick up signaling a more radio-friendly song.

A large hand stretches out to her and she can’t take it fast enough. Jake spins her immediately. He doesn’t pull her close.  He just swings her around like it’s his goal to make her laugh.  She likes dancing with him.

Once the show is over, Nicolette approaches one of the bouncers and for the first time ever, does a name drop. She wants to meet the band, sure, but she kinda wants to impress Jake. And it works. They take pictures and even go to the after-party. She finds out he’s a great dancer who was totally holding out on her earlier. He’s smooth but silly. He leans in and whispers in her ear,  “Wanna get out of here?”

Shit. She keeps a poker face, not letting him know she’s disappointed. Before that feeling can settle in her gut, Jake adds, “You hungry? Wanna get something to eat?”

Nicolette has to keep herself from smiling and just nods.

They find a tiny out of the way Chinese place in her neighborhood. The tables are small and huddled together like most restaurants in New York. Jake takes a sip of his beer and looks over at her, so she throws her hands up.

“Chug! Chug! Chug!”

He nearly chokes and wipes his mouth. She keeps her face neutral waiting for his reaction.

“You’re really something, little Chiquita.”

“I’m little little one?”

He just smiles and she wants to bury her face in her hair. She could scream he’s so cute. Instead, she crosses her legs and struggles with her chopsticks. He just watches her.

“What?”

“Silver spoon girl like you can’t use those?”

“Shut the fuck up.” She stabs her dumpling with a single chopstick.

“Want me to do that really fucking annoying guy thing and teach you how to do it?”

“You gonna come behind me and breath on me? Pass.”

“It’s a chopstick, not a bomb. Loosen up. You almost got it, truly. ”

Nicolette chuckles and lets her middle finger move it up and down. She grabs the dumpling and pops into her mouth. Her eyebrows shoot up and her blue eyes widen.

“See.”

“I’m so talented.”

“Yeah.”

“Oh?”

“Moshing like the rest of us in those shoes.”

“Bitch, I can run in these.”

He leans forward, taking the bait.

“Prove it.”

“What do I win?” She arches a single eyebrow.

“Depends on what you want.” He takes her plate and throws away their trash.

She wanders out of the restaurant. She knows what she wants, but she won’t make that part of the bet. He catches up with her almost instantly.

“You ever go to SNL?”

“Nope. My best friend isn’t a cast member.”

“Want tickets?”

“So, that’s what I win.” He cards a hand through his hair again. “How bout you?”

“Don’t worry. It won’t be anything you don’t wanna give.” She stalls.

Jake looks down thoughtfully past the empty sidewalk.

“I don’t think you’ll even make it to that stop sign.”

Her mouth drops open, offended. She shoves his shoulder.

“Try to beat me then, motherfucker!” She takes off not looking back.

Thunder crackles above and a downpour starts. She doesn’t stop. Her heart pounds in her chest as she passes the stop sign and keeps going. Until a rock catches the lip of her shoe and her body pitches forward. Her hands brace herself for the smack of the pavement, but it never comes. Two arms secure around her waist keeping her upright. She looks up to see Jake soaked and breathing heavily. He lifts her up away from the offending piece of rubble and places her on steady ground.

“I’d call that a draw.” His chest moves up and down.

“Uh-huh.” She turns to look at him and he doesn’t let go.

Her heavy wet hair obscures him fully from her vision.  His hand moves from her waist to slip her hair behind her ear. Nicolette’s breathing hitches as he traces her jaw. The innocent touch burns through her skin making her forget about the summer rain. The buzz in her veins is so strong she feels drunk. He sighs and closes his eyes.

“Shit.”

“W-What?”

His brown eyes lock onto her blue ones.

“I’m.” His tongue runs over his bottom lip. “Uh. A little struck—by you.”

Her heart jumps at what might be the most romantic thing ever said to her. She couldn’t stop the growing smile on her face if she tried. His thumb brushes the apple of her cheek while his other hand gives her a gentle nudge closing the already tight gap between them. He ducks down and presses his forehead against hers. He’s so close the sandalwood from his aftershave fills her lungs making her lightheaded. She grips the sides of his t-shirt needing something to ground her.

“This is crazy. I’m leaving tomorrow.”

“Back to DC?”

“Yeah. You ever go there?”

“No, I’m stuck here writing mediocre plays while you’re defending civil rights or whatever.”

They both chuckle. He keeps his eyes on hers.

“Can I kiss you? Cause if I don’t I’m gonna regret it.“

“Please.”

His mouth slots over hers. It’s so simple. Soft. Tender. The kind of kiss that makes her insides light up like fireworks. His hand finds the small of her back and she slips her arms around his neck. Her fingertips run through his hair like she’s been wanting to all night. He presses his lips against hers a final time. His thumb brushes her chin as he pulls away.

Nicolette just stares up at him. For once in her life, she doesn’t have a plan. Should they keep kissing? Should she take him home? Should she call Jordan demanding why she didn’t introduce them earlier? Jake doesn’t say a thing. He just offers his hand which she takes. Their arms swing between them as they walk. The rain dies down and the smell of the wet earth reaches her nose.

“What time’s your flight?”

“Eight.”

“Jesus. On a Saturday? You hate yourself?”

“Shut up.” She giggles.

It doesn’t take her long to realize he’s walking her to the Avengers Tower. It’s over too fast. They stop in front of the ugliest building Tony has ever designed. Jake takes her hand and places a kiss on top of it. It’s like he wants her to melt into a puddle right there.

“Goodnight, Nicolette.”

“Goodnight, Jake.”

She feels something tucked under her fingers as he steps back. It’s his business card. She looks up at him.

“You owe me SNL tickets.”

She laughs, smiling widely, and watches him walk off. She flashes her key fob at the door and it opens. She sighs and closes her eyes.  Did that really just happen?

Once they’re back in DC, Steve meets up for dinner. He couldn’t believe how much she actually liked this Jake guy.  To the point where Tony even made a comment. She never likes anyone. All of her dates had been a bust. She just kissed him. Steve went further with Myrna and he wasn’t hung up on her at all. She seems perfectly nice, but sometimes life gets in the way, right? Why did she just kiss him? Is it strange that Steve slept with someone else and she didn’t?  Not that Nicolette is moping.  Whatever disappointment she has is gone by Friday. She’s her usual self sipping on her wine when he walks over to her.

“Surprised you wanna do dinner after all those dates.”

“There’s no pressure with you.”

“I’m boring. Not worth the effort?”

Nicolette rolls her eyes and flips him off. Steve laughs.

“We had how many dates and we’re both single as fuck.” Her blue eyes widen.

“It’s okay.” Steve pats her on the hand. “I’ve still got you, right?”

She raises her eyebrows in agreement with a playful smile. He picks up a menu and doesn’t notice the smirk fall from her lips.

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Mammoth List of Feminist/Girl Power Books (200 + Books)

Lists of Real, Amazing Women Throughout History

Bad Girls Throughout History: 100 Remarkable Women Who Changed the World by Ann Shen

Good Night Stories for Rebel Girls by Elena Favilli & Francesca Cavallo

Good Night Stories for Rebel Girls 2 by Elena Favilli & Francesca Cavallo

Good Night Stories for Rebel Girls: 100 Immigrant Women Who Changed the World by Elena Favilli & Francesca Cavallo

Brazen: Rebel Ladies Who Rocked the World by Pénélope Bagieu, Montana Kane (Translator)

Rejected Princesses: Tales of History's Boldest Heroines, Hellions, and Heretics by Jason Porath

Tough Mothers: Amazing Stories of History’s Mightiest Matriarchs by Jason Porath

Women in Science: 50 Fearless Pioneers Who Changed the World by Rachel Ignotofsky

Bygone Badass Broads: 52 Forgotten Women Who Changed the World by Mackenzi Lee

Wonder Women: 25 Innovators, Inventors, and Trailblazers Who Changed History by Sam Maggs

The Little Book of Feminist Saints by Julia Pierpont

Rad Women Worldwide: Artists and Athletes, Pirates and Punks, and Other Revolutionaries Who Shaped History by Kate Schatz

Warrior Women: 3000 Years of Courage and Heroism by Robin Cross & Rosalind Miles

Women Who Dared: 52 Stories of Fearless Daredevils, Adventurers, and Rebels by Linda Skeers & Livi Gosling 

100 Nasty Women of History by Hannah Jewell

The Warrior Queens by Antonia Fraser

Sea Queens: Women Pirates Around the World by Jane Yolen

The Book of Gutsy Women: Favorite Stories of Courage and Resilience by Hillary Rodham Clinton & Chelsea Clinton 

Fight Like a Girl: 50 Feminists Who Changed the World by Laura Barcella

Samurai Women 1184–1877 by Stephen Turnbull

A Black Woman Did That by Malaika Adero

Tales from Behind the Window by Edanur Kuntman

Amazons, Abolitionists, and Activists: A Graphic History of Women's Fight for Their Rights by Mikki Kendall

Witches and Pagans: Women in European Folk Religion, 700-1100 by Max Dashu

Mad and Bad: Real Heroines of the Regency by Bea Koch

Modern HERstory: Stories of Women and Nonbinary People Rewriting History by Blair Imani

Individual and Group Portraits of Real, Amazing Women Throughout History

Alice Paul and the Fight for Women's Rights: From the Vote to the Equal Rights Amendment by Deborah Kops

Vanguard: How Black Women Broke Barriers, Won the Vote, and Insisted on Equality for All by Martha S. Jones

Ruth Bader Ginsburg: A Life by Jane Sherron De Hart

The Firebrand and the First Lady: Portrait of a Friendship: Pauli Murray, Eleanor Roosevelt, and the Struggle for Social Justice by Patricia Bell-Scott

I Am Malala: The Story of the Girl Who Stood Up for Education and Was Shot by the Taliban by Malala Yousafzai, Christina Lamb

Life Undercover: Coming of Age in the CIA by Amaryllis Fox

Native Country of the Heart: A Memoir by Cherríe L. Moraga

The Soul of a Woman by Isabel Allende

Hidden Figures by Margot Lee Shetterly

Ashley's War: The Untold Story of a Team of Women Soldiers on the Special Ops Battlefield by Gayle Tzemach Lemmon

Alice Diamond and the Forty Elephants: The Female Gang That Terrorised London by Brian McDonald

Women Against the Raj: The Rani of Jhansi Regiment by Joyce Chapman Lebra

Girls to the Front: The True Story of the Riot Grrrl Revolution by Sara Marcus

The Amazons: Lives and Legends of Warrior Women Across the Ancient World by Adrienne Mayor

Rise of the Rocket Girls: The Women Who Propelled Us, from Missiles to the Moon to Mars by Nathalia Holt

The Women of WWII (Non-Fiction)

Women Heroes of World War II: 26 Stories of Espionage, Sabotage, Resistance, and Rescue by Kathryn J. Atwood

Skyward: The Story of Female Pilots in WWII by Sally Deng

The Women with Silver Wings: The Inspiring True Story of the Women Airforce Service Pilots of World War II by Katherine Sharp Landdeck

The Unwomanly Face of War: An Oral History of Women in World War II by Svetlana Alexievich, Richard Pevear (Translation), Larissa Volokhonsky (Translation)

Les Parisiennes: How the Women of Paris Lived, Loved, and Died Under Nazi Occupation by Anne Sebba

To Serve My Country, to Serve My Race: The Story of the Only African-American Wacs Stationed Overseas During World War II by Brenda L. Moore

Standing Up Against Hate: How Black Women in the Army Helped Change the Course of WWII by Mary Cronk Farrell

Sisters and Spies: The True Story of WWII Special Agents Eileen and Jacqueline Nearne by Susan Ottaway

A Woman of No Importance: The Untold Story of the American Spy Who Helped Win World War II by Sonia Purnell

The White Mouse by Nancy Wake

Code Name Hélène by Ariel Lawhon

Code Girls: The Untold Story of the American Women Code Breakers Who Helped Win World War II by Liza Mundy

Tomorrow to be Brave: A Memoir of the Only Woman Ever to Serve in the French Foreign Legion by Susan Travers & Wendy Holden

Pure Grit: How WWII Nurses in the Pacific Survived Combat and Prison Camp by Mary Cronk Farrell

Sisterhood of Spies by Elizabeth P. McIntosh

Spy Princess: The Life of Noor Inayat Khan by Shrabani Basu

Women in the Holocaust by Dalia Ofer

The Light of Days: The Untold Story of Women Resistance Fighters in Hitler's Ghettos by Judy Batalion

Night Witches: The Untold Story of Soviet Women in Combat by Bruce Myles

The Soviet Night Witches: Brave Women Bomber Pilots of World War II by Pamela Jain Dell

A Thousand Sisters: The Heroic Airwomen of the Soviet Union in World War II by Elizabeth Wein

A Dance with Death: Soviet Airwomen in World War II by Anne Noggle

Avenging Angels: The Young Women of the Soviet Union's WWII Sniper Corps by Lyuba Vinogradova

The Women of WWII (Fiction)

Among the Red Stars by Gwen C. Katz

Night Witches by Kathryn Lasky

Night Witches by Mirren Hogan

Night Witch by S.J. McCormack

Flygirl by Sherri L. Smith

Daughters of the Night Sky by Aimie K. Runyan

The Lost Girls of Paris by Pam Jenoff

Code Name Verity series by Elizabeth Wein

Front Lines trilogy by Michael Grant

The Alice Network by Kate Quinn

All-Girl Teams (Fiction)

The Seafire trilogy by Natalie C. Parker

Elysium Girls by Kate Pentecost

The Good Luck Girls by Charlotte Nicole Davis

The Effigies trilogy by Sarah Raughley

Guardians of the Dawn series by S. Jae-Jones

Wolf-Light by Yaba Badoe

Undead Girl Gang by Lily Anderson

Burned and Buried by Nino Cipri

This Is What It Feels Like by Rebecca Barrow

The Wild Ones: A Broken Anthem for a Girl Nation by Nafiza Azad

We Rule the Night by Claire Eliza Bartlett

Tigers, Not Daughters by Samantha Mabry

The All-Girl Filling Station's Last Reunion by Fannie Flagg

Saving CeeCee Honeycutt by Beth Hoffman

Bad Girls Never Say Die by Jennifer Mathieu

The Secret Life of Prince Charming by Deb Caletti

Kamikaze Girls by Novala Takemoto, Akemi Wegmüller (Translator)

The Island of Sea Women by Lisa See

The Passion of Dolssa by Julie Berry

The Scapegracers by Hannah Abigail Clarke

Sisters in Sanity by Gayle Forman

The Scandalous Sisterhood of Prickwillow Place by Julie Berry

The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires by Grady Hendrix

The Lost Girls by Sonia Hartl

Hell's Belles series by Sarah MacLean

Jackdaws by Ken Follett

The Farmerettes by Gisela Tobien Sherman

A Sisterhood of Secret Ambitions by Sheena Boekweg

Feminist Retellings

Stepsister by Jennifer Donnelly

Poisoned by Jennifer Donnelly

Girls Made of Snow and Glass by Melissa Bashardoust

The Girl Who Fell Beneath The Sea by Axie Oh

Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins by Emma Donoghue

Doomed by Laura Pohl

The Seventh Bride by T. Kingfisher

The Boneless Mercies by April Genevieve Tucholke

Seven Endless Forests by April Genevieve Tucholke

The Queens of Innis Lear by Tessa Gratton

A Thousand Nights by E.K. Johnston

Kate Crackernuts by Katharine M. Briggs

Legendborn series by Tracy Deonn

One for All by Lillie Lainoff

Feminist Dystopian and Horror Fiction

The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood

The Grace Year by Kim Liggett

Sawkill Girls by Claire Legrand

Godshot by Chelsea Bieker

Women and Girls in Comedy 

Crying Laughing by Lance Rubin

Stand Up, Yumi Chung by Jessica Kim

This Will Be Funny Someday by Katie Henry

Unscripted by Nicole Kronzer

Pretty Funny for a Girl by Rebecca Elliot

Bossypants by Tina Fey

We Killed: The Rise of Women in American Comedy by Yael Kohen

The Girl in the Show: Three Generations of Comedy, Culture, and Feminism by Anna Fields

Trans Women

Redefining Realness: My Path to Womanhood, Identity, Love & So Much More by Janet Mock

Nemesis series by April Daniels

American Transgirl by Faith DaBrooke

Tranny: Confessions of Punk Rock's Most Infamous Anarchist Sellout by Laura Jane Grace

A Safe Girl to Love by Casey Plett

Gracefully Grayson by Ami Polonsky

Fierce Femmes and Notorious Liars by Kai Cheng Thom

Becoming Nicole: The Transformation of an American Family by Amy Ellis Nutt

George by Alex Gino

The Witch Boy series by Molly Ostertag

Uncomfortable Labels: My Life as a Gay Autistic Trans Woman by Laura Kate Dale

She's Not There: A Life in Two Genders by Jennifer Finney Boylan

An Anthology of Fiction by Trans Women of Color by Ellyn Peña

Wandering Son by Takako Shimura

Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg

Feminist Poetry

Women Are Some Kind of Magic trilogy by Amanda Lovelace

Wild Embers: Poems of Rebellion, Fire and Beauty by Nikita Gill

Fierce Fairytales: Poems and Stories to Stir Your Soul by Nikita Gill

Great Goddesses: Life Lessons from Myths and Monsters by Nikita Gill

The Girl and the Goddess by Nikita Gill

A Bound Woman Is a Dangerous Thing: The Incarceration of African American Women from Harriet Tubman to Sandra Bland by DaMaris B. Hill

Feminist Philosophy and Facts

The Creation of Patriarchy by Gerda Lerner

The Creation of Feminist Consciousness: From the Middle Ages to Eighteen-Seventy by Gerda Lerner

Misogyny: The World's Oldest Prejudice by Jack Holland

White Tears/Brown Scars: How White Feminism Betrays Women of Color by Ruby Hamad

We Should All Be Feminists by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Dear Ijeawele, or a Feminist Manifesto in Fifteen Suggestions by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Colonize This!: Young Women of Color on Today's Feminism by Bushra Rehman

Feminism is for Everybody: Passionate Politics by bell hooks

Here We Are: Feminism for the Real World by Kelly Jensen

The Equality Illusion by Kat Banyard

White Feminism: From the Suffragettes to Influencers and Who They Leave Behind by Koa Beck

Everyday Sexism by Laura Bates

I Have the Right To by Chessy Prout & Jenn Abelson

Feminism and Nationalism in the Third World by Kumari Jayawardena

The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir

How to Suppress Women's Writing by Joanna Russ

Invisible No More: Police Violence Against Black Women and Women of Color by Andrea Ritchie

Ain't I a Woman: Black Women and Feminism by bell hooks

Black Feminist Thought: Knowledge, Consciousness, and the Politics of Empowerment by Patricia Hill Collins

But Some of Us Are Brave: All the Women Are White, All the Blacks Are Men: Black Women's Studies by Akasha Gloria Hull, Patricia Bell-Scott, Barbara Smith Women, Race, and Class by Angela Y. Davis This Bridge Called My Back: Writings by Radical Women of Color by Cherríe L. Moraga, Gloria E. Anzaldúa

Half the Sky: Turning Oppression Into Opportunity for Women Worldwide by Nicholas D. Kristof & Sheryl WuDinn

Sister Outsider: Essays and Speeches by Audre Lorde

Bad Feminist by Roxane Gay

Difficult Women by Roxane Gay

Hunger: A Memoir of (My) Body by Roxane Gay

Not That Bad: Dispatches from Rape Culture by Roxane Gay

This Bridge Called My Back: Writings by Radical Women of Color by by Cherríe Moraga & Gloria Anzaldúa

Power Shift: The Longest Revolution by Sally Armstrong

Eloquent Rage: A Black Feminist Discovers Her Superpower by Brittney Cooper

Hood Feminism: Notes from the Women That a Movement Forgot by Mikki Kendall

Had It Coming: What's Fair in the Age of #MeToo? by Robyn Doolittle

She Said: Breaking the Sexual Harassment Story that Helped Ignite a Movement by Jody Kantor & Megan Twohey

#Notyourprincess: Voices of Native American Women by Lisa Charleyboy

Girl Rising: Changing the World One Girl at a Time by Tanya Lee Stone

Dead Blondes and Bad Mothers: Monstrosity, Patriarchy, and the Fear of Female Power by Sady Doyle

Sisterhood is Powerful: An Anthology of Writings from the Women's Liberation Movement by Robin Morgan (Editor)

Girls Make Media by Mary Celeste Kearney

Rock She Wrote: Women Write about Rock, Pop, and Rap by Evelyn McDonnell (Editor)

You Play the Girl: And Other Vexing Stories That Tell Women Who They Are by Carina Chocano

Things We Didn't Talk About When I Was a Girl: A Memoir by Jeannie Vanasco

The Portable Nineteenth-Century African American Women Writers by Henry Louis Gates Jr. (Editor), Hollis Robbins (Editor)

Shrill: Notes from a Loud Woman by Lindy West

A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf

Believe Me: How Trusting Women Can Change the World by Jessica Valenti and Jaclyn Friedman Bread Out of Stone: Recollections, Sex, Recognitions, Race, Dreaming, Politics by Dionne Brand

Other General Girl Power/Feminist Awesomeness

The Edge of Anything by Nora Shalaway Carpenter

Kat and Meg Conquer the World by Anna Priemaza

Talk Before Sleep by Elizabeth Berg

The Female of the Species by Mandy McGinnis

Pulp by Robin Talley

Juliet Takes a Breath by Gabby Rivera

How to Save a Life by Sara Zarr

That Summer by Sarah Dessen

Someone Like You by Sarah Dessen

Honey, Baby, Sweetheart by Deb Caletti

The Girl With the Louding Voice by Abi Daré

Mrs. Everything by Jennifer Weiner

Beauty Queens by Libba Bray

Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden

American Girls by Alison Umminger

Don't Think Twice by Ruth Pennebaker

The Color Purple by Alice Walker

In Love & Trouble: Stories of Black Women by Alice Walker

You Can't Keep a Good Woman Down: Stories by Alice Walker

Wonder Woman: Warbringer by Leigh Bardugo

Sula by Toni Morrison

Rose Sees Red by Cecil Castellucci

A Deadly Education by Naomi Novik

Moxie by Jennifer Mathieu

Rules for Being a Girl by Candace Bushnell & Katie Cotugno

None of the Above by I.W. Gregorio

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

Orlando by Virginia Woolf

Everything Must Go by Jenny Fran Davis

The House on Olive Street by Robyn Carr

Orange Is the New Black by Piper Kerman

Queens of Geek by Jen Wilde

Lady Luck's Map of Vegas by Barbara Samuel 

Fan the Fame by Anna Priemaza

Puddin' by Julie Murphy

A Heart in a Body in the World by Deb Caletti

Gravity Brings Me Down by Natale Ghent

Snow Flower and the Secret Fan by Lisa See

The Summer of Impossibilities by Rachael Allen

The Dead Girls of Hysteria Hall by Katie Alender

Don't Tell a Soul by Kirsten Miller

After the Ink Dries by Cassie Gustafson Girl, Unframed by Deb Caletti

We Are the Ashes, We Are the Fire by Joy McCullough 

Maybe He Just Likes You by Barbara Dee

Things a Bright Girl Can Do by Sally Nicholls

The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks by E. Lockhart

Uprising by Margaret Peterson Haddix

The Cure for Dreaming by Cat Winters

Dress Coded by Carrie Firestone

The Prettiest by Brigit Young

Don't Judge Me by Lisa Schroeder

The Roommate by Rosie Danan

Tomboy: A Graphic Memoir by Liz Prince

Surpassing the Love of Men: Romantic Friendship and Love Between Women from the Renaissance to the Present by Lillian Faderman

All the Single Ladies: Unmarried Women and the Rise of an Independent Nation by Rebecca Traister

Paper Girls comic series by Brian K. Vaughan

Heavy Vinyl comic series by Carly Usdin

Please feel free to reblog with more!

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Casino’s Character Playlist Masterpost

Figured I should throw them all in one place for easy access lol. Feel free to ask me why I chose any of the songs (tho my answer will probs just be screenshots of the lyrics)

{ Spotify Profile }

Playlists below the cut

Simple Thing - c!Clingy Duo Somewhere Only We Know // The Weight Of Us // Chasing Cars // King and Lionheart // Birds // Meteor Shower // Brothers Under The Sun // On Melancholy Hill // Be Still // Small Hands // North // The Graveyard Near The House // Boats and Birds // The Sword & The Pen // Heroes // Run To You // I’ll Follow You into the Dark // One (instrumental) 

Barricades - Nevadas!Quackity Money To Be Made // Nine // It’s Okay I Wouldn’t Remember Me Either // Taking Over The World // Wait // C’est la vie // Halfway To Hell // ANTI-HERO // Look What You Made Me Do // Hollow // Choke // Numb // Oh Klahoma // Blood and Bones // Laplace’s Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!) // You Should Know // I’m not a good person // Unravel // Hell To Your Doorstep // Sympathy For The Devil

Can’t Be Beat - c!Dream Cabinet Man // Mr. Malum // Bad Blood // I’m Gonna Win // Dead Is The New Alive // Volatile Times // Don’t Mess With Me // Seven Nation Army // Legends Are Made // Empire // GRRRLS // Harness Your Hopes // Catabolic Seed // you should see me in a crown // Beekeeper // Thistle & Weeds // Everything Moves // Outrunning Karma // Kingdom Fall // Everybody Wants To Rule The World // My Way // Killer In The Mirror

Doubt - c!Tommy Pluto // Eulogy // Blame // Good Rhymes for Bad Times // Let’s Dance To Joy Division // LIFE’S A BIT // brutal // Moonsickness // A Sadness Runs Through Him // Dear Wormwood // Oh My God // The Good Part // Stipulation // Little Fang // Rubik’s Cube // Silhouette // Rounds // The Call // That’s Okay // Wanderers Lullaby // King // Parrot // Welcome Home // I Lived

Pictures of the Stars - c!Sapnap Rät // Be Nice To Me // Brutus // Saint Bernard // Little Lion Man // Feel Better // Karma // Waving Through A Window // Nobody // Let Me Down Slowly // Curl up & Die // Two // Before the Line // Youth // The Moon Will Sing // Motion Sickness // Million Years Ago // Pluto Projector // Agoraphobia // This Will End // Lay Me Down // Interlude: I’m Not Angry Anymore

Disintegrating Trees - c!George Sweet Hibiscus Tea // Human // YKWIM? // I Of The Storm // tired // Dream Machine // rises the moon // Four // Daniel In The Den // Dead Hearts // Alligator Teeth // Normalization Blues // Fire // Never Meant To Know // Warm Regards // A Deer Mistaking Candles For Headlights

Final Girl - c!Quackity #girlcore Hollywood / Marry Me / 1 step forward, 3 steps back / Without Me / No Time To Die / A Burning Hill / Paper Bag / Happier Than Ever / So What / Die Young / Runaway / Opheliac / Love Story / Cherry Bomb / Never Shut Up Again / Paper Rings / Glory and Gore / Heads Will Roll / Castle / Don’t Make Me / Look What You Made Me Do / Are You Satisfied? / Winner Takes It All / Skyfall / Monster / One Foot in Front of the Other / Girl With One Eye / Poker Face / Circus / Venus Fly Trap

[lemmylemons]

The misfits summed up as songs cause I like music and I like these songs!!

Alice: GRRRLS, by: AViVA

Enguarde: My Ordinary Life, by: The Living Tombstone

Redgie: Sleepwalk, by: Forrest Day

Radigan: Little Talks, by: Of Monsters and Men

Jane: Seven Nation Army, by: The White Stripes

Cayden: Pit of Vipers, by: Simon Curtis

Millie: Wonderland, by: Caravan Palace

And of course... Their theme song lol

Hayloft, by: Mother Mother

Hope this is good content lol

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Cards Oc Playlist:

Alvis:

Castle on the Hill - Ed Sheeran Changes - David Bowie Keep You Safe - The Crane Wives Naive - The Kooks Ain’t it Fun - Paramore What You Know - Two Door Cinema Club Toy Soldiers - Marianas Trench 1234 - Feist Bloodstream - Ed Sheeran Donut Hole - Hachi Don’t Know Why - Norah Jones I See You, You See Me - The Magic Numbers arrow - half•alive Wine Red - The Hush Sound Death of a Bachelor - Panic! At the Disco People Used to Dream About the Future - A Girl Called Eddy Where is the Love? - Black Eyed Peas Kill Em With iIndness - Selena Gomez Little Wonders - Rob Thomas American Dream - Miami Horro I Was Here - Beyonce

Mahira:

Heart Attack - Demi Lovato One Woman Army - Porcelain Black I’ll Make a Man Out of You - Mulan Brick by Boring Brick - Paramore Don’t Let Me Get Me - P!nk Just a Girl - No Doubt I am the Fire - Halestorm The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy Warriors - Imagine Dragons Girl in the Mirror - Cheryl Cole Human - Rag’n’Bone Man Somewhere Only We Know - Keane Youth - Daughter I Don’t Wanna be Funny Anymore - Lucy Dacus One of the Boys - Katy Perry Satellite - Lena Halo - Beyonce Double Rainbow - Katy Perry Break Free - Ariana Grande Yonjuunana/47 - JubyPhonic cover Never Love an Anchor - The Crane Wives

Adrian:

Daydreamer - Adele Just Around the Riverbend - Pocahontas 7 years - Lukas Graham Get Off My Back - Byran Adams Good Feeling - Flo Rida Raise No Fool - Set it Off Ikanaide (Don’t Go) - Mafumafu It Took Me By Surprise - Maria Mena Viva La Vida - Coldplay The Man Who Can’t Be Moved - The Script King - Years & Years Just One Yesterday - Fall Out Boy Somebody to Love - Queen I’d Do Anything - Simple Plan Unlikely Hero - The Hoosiers Counting Stars - One Republic Golden Skans - Klaxons Back to the Star - Lily Allen The Next Right Thing - Frozen 2 Just one Last Time - David Guetta Save You (Feferi Peixes Fansong) - PhemieC

Mercury:

Cry Baby - Melanie Martinez One Little Slip - Barenaked Ladies My Songs Know What You did in the Dark - Fall Out Boy Bird Song - Florence + the Machine Headfirst Slide into Cooperstown - Fall Out Boy WOZWALD - Niru Kajitsu I Dreamed A Dream - Anne Hathaway (this is my fave version) Maps - Maroon 5 Perfect Illusion - Lady Gaga Just Like a Pill - P!nk Replay - Lady Gaga Hypnotised - Set it Off Volatile Times - IAMX Akaito - Rib That Distant Shore - Steven Universe Breaking the Habit - Linkin Park New Perspective - Panic! At the Disco It’s Alright - Mother Mother I’ll Try - Jonathana Brooke Stronger than You - Estelle Do Better - Say Anything The Call - Regina Spektor

Valerie:

Valerie - Amy Whine House Mouthwash - Kate Nash Drift Away - Steven Universe Naughty - Matilda Pack Up - Eliza Doolittle Cups - Pitch Perfect What the Hell - Avril Lavigne Class Fight - Melanie Martinez Touch the Sky - Brave La La La - Naughty Boy Persephone - Yumi Zouma The Show - Lenka Rather Be - Clean Bandit Lights - Ellie Goulding Are you Satisfied? - Marina and the Diamonds My Friends - Oh Wonder Pretty Lies - The Count of Monte Cristo Something there - Beauty and the Beast Bust your Knee Caps - Pomplamoose He Wasn’t There - Lily Allen Stray Italian Greyhound - Vienna Teng

Masou:

Friend Like Me - Aladdin (Robin Williams) Say Geronimo - Say Hey So Riptide - Vance Joy There’s a Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven’t Thought of it Yet - Panic! At the Disco Womaniser - Britney Spears Shama - Cheek Cover Happier - Marshmello & Bastille Every Time you go - Ellie Goulding Heartbreak Down - P!nk For Good - Wicked Everything Black - Unlike Pluto Grenade - Bruno Mars In God’s Hands - Nelly Furtado Feel Good Inc. - Gorillaz Here Comes a Thought - Steven Universe Driftwood - Travis Distant fields (Sarishinohara) - Rachie Cover Everybody Wants Somebody - Patrick Stump You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift Here Comes the Sun - The Beatles Love Like You - Steven Universe

Rune:

Papoutai - Stromae Back In School - Mother Mother Out of Sight, Out of Mnd - Tale of Two Cities Diamond Heart - Lady Gaga Therefore, You and Me - Eve Pretty Girl (The Way) - Sugarcult Rats Died - Oktavia Cover A Story Told - Count of Monte Cristo My Time - Bo En MANTRA - Bring Me The Horizon Wolf in Sheep Clothing - Set It Off Shiny - Moana The Dismemberment Song - Blue Kid Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea - Fall out Boy Earthquake - Labrinth Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift Don’t Mes With Me - Temposhark Skyfall - Adele Mad Hatter - Melanie Martinez bad guy - Billie Eilish

Amethyst:

Beautiful, Dirty, Rich - Lady Gaga S.L.U.T - Bea Miller Stupid Girls - P!nk Fly on the Wall - Miley Cyrus Hot Problems - Cover Run the World (Girls) - Beyonce Dancing Queen - Abba Sparkling Diamonds - Moulin Rouge Hard Out Here - Lily Allen When I Grow Up - Pussycat Dolls Move Over - Spice Girls Grrrls - AViVA Strawberry Shortcake - Melanie Martinez Seventeen - Heathers Crazy Kids - Ke$ha Rich Girl - Gwen Stefani I know those Eyes/This Man is Dead - Count of Monte Cristo Beautiful - Christina Aguilera Princess of China - Coldplay A Little Party Never Killed Nobody - Fergie Like Other Girls - Mulan 2