#I don't know if musicians now are getting that space and chance. And of course it affects the quality of music being released.

[sunburnacoustic]

In the world of rock, Queen stands out as a good example of the clash between guitar and piano in songwriting. I think that’s where you stumble across those more unusual arrangements and chord structures.

In my heart I want to do more hard rock music, but at the same time, I’m much more attracted to the piano. I think that automatically causes something unusual to happen.

Also Smashing Pumpkins, even though they’re not piano-based. I always found their arrangements interesting, like on the album, Siamese Dream. In terms of guitar, I also like Rage Against the Machine and Jimi Hendrix.

But in terms of piano, I love Ben Folds, but to me, that’s a very different style of music. I love the low, heavy piano bit in “Jackson Cannery.” It made me realise if you want to get heavy, you have to get down there and hit some large chord.

Matt Bellamy on his influences and making a big sound | "Innocence And Absolution", Keyboard Magazine, June 2005

[bluesgrxce]

FNAF 1 Human AU

General Info

This is an AU where instead of using animatronics, Fazbear's Entertainment uses human performers who take care of and amuse kids. Basically like a glorified and high maintenance babysitting job. So Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy are all adult humans just trying to work for a living.

They all have real names besides their stage names. Because like who names their kid Foxy??? But I don't know what I would name them and I'd feel,,,, Uncomfortable,,, If I named them after the canon missing kids. So I'll just use their stage names when referring to them. 

Canon lore is almost entirely ignored in this. There are no dead children and no edgy murderers... So far. Not at the moment. Supposedly. Moving on---

As an X Reader- Since everything I make is an X Reader at this point- (Y/N) AKA you are a daytime security guard. You're still watching stuff over on the cameras like in the first game, just at daytime now. And sometimes the performers get bored so they go back to the office to mess with their favorite guard 👀👀

It didn't take too long to get attached to your coworkers. They've got very colorful personalities and it's really fun getting to hang out with them. Eventually you all became this one big friend group that spends time together outside of work. It can get chaotic at times but it's always in good spirits. 

Freddy

In contrast to how overly-friendly and energetic he is while performing, Freddy is the chill one. He's very patient and it takes a lot to tick him off. He's smart and organized, always has a plan. That's what makes him such a good leader. When it gets chaotic, you can count on Freddy to work it all out. 

He is kinda lazy though. Bonnie and Chica will happily leap off stage and entertain kids at their seats, but he avoids moving around too much. He also prioritizes his personal space and tries to keep his distance from others.

Which is a... difficult thing to do when you're working with kids. But the last time a kid got up close, they slapped their greasy pizza hands on his face and left marks. And he's promised to never let that happen again.

Since he doesn't like to leave the stage, he rarely comes back to the office during daytime. (If he does it's because another kid put their greasy pizza hands on him and he needs an escape) But it's a different story at night. The restaurant gets dark before you're allowed to head home for the day, providing for the perfect chance to jumpscare you. He works with the others to find new ways to scare you. 

Outside of work, you'll either hang out with the group or you'll be relaxing at his place if it's one-on-one. He's an introvert so lots of social interaction kinda tires him out after a while. Especially since he's the star of the restaurant, he just wants to unwind after all that. 

Freddy doesn't show it much, but he cares about you a lot. He tries to consider what would be best for you when making plans, and he's always there to back you up when you need it. 

Bonnie

Bonnie acts all smooth and cool when you first meet him. He's good with people but he's a bit full of himself, though for good reason-- He's the talented one of the group. He's a fantastic actor and musician, making him the natural choice to hire at the restaurant. 

Except he isn't without his flaws, of course. He's a bit of a brat and can be pretty immature at times. (Chica calls him a diva and he takes that title with pride lmao) When he doesn't get what he wants, he gets more and more aggressive. You have to be careful with him on his bad days. 

This asshole is the one who bothers you the most. It's mostly because he likes your reactions, but also, it's an excuse to flirt with you. He'll take his guitar with him and play you a pretty love song or two. 

When he's not bothering you in the office, he'll be taking quick peeks at the camera every once in a while. He can tell when a camera is active and he loves the attention. He'll wink at the cameras sometimes and it always confuses the children. 

You know how some people have the most perfect music taste and it makes them super hot??? Bonnie is the definition of that. He lends you cassettes of his favorite songs (remember we're in the 80s) and that turns into a whole thing where you introduce each other to your favorite music artists. 

Oh, but don't tell him that anybody else is your favorite music artist. That'll make him jealous and he'll act like a diva again. It's actually because he's trying to make a career out of music and he has dreams of being a star one day. The others tease him since his "career launching pad" is a children's restaurant but he would absolutely fall in love if you supported him. He might start using you as his muse too 😳

Chica

A very cheerful and upbeat girl! Chica is the sunshine of the group, she's so cute and huggable that it's hard to hate her. Most gijinka art of Chica portrays her to be super short and I love that headcanon, so she's adorably tiny too. 

Don't mistake her as a kid, though. She's similar to Bonnie in the sense that you don't want to aggravate her. Mistaking her as a child will put her in this passive aggressive mood that's hard to break. She's incredibly stubborn and it's hard to please her when she's like this. Yeah, she gets this upset over petty stuff like being mistaken for a child.

To make matters worse, her emotions are contagious. If she's in a bad mood, everybody else is in one too and it'll stay that way for the rest of the evening. But she's happy more often than not! So don't worry about it too much. 

I have a feeling that even though she loves food, she's terrible at cooking. She can't make anything by herself without tearing the whole kitchen apart. But since she doubles as a waitress, it's insanely easy to just snatch food from the kitchen and take it home with her. That may or may not be the reason why the kitchen camera doesn't work.

So yeah, Chica's petty and has a bad habit of stealing food, but she's still really sweet! Especially towards you. She saves pizza slices and cupcakes for you to take home, and she's always the first person to greet you when you arrive in the morning. 

She's also the one who's likely to invite you to go places with her. She likes company, so it could something as formal as a nice restaurant (that doesn't have a demographic towards kids) to something as casual as a walk around town.  

Foxy

Foxy has two modes. Mode One- Hates everything, hates everybody, just wants to be left alone and be emo or whatever. Mode Two- The most passionate and chaotic man you'll ever meet. The change in personality is incredibly jarring when you first see it, but it's one of those things you get used to. 

It's only when he hasn't been working in a while that he's in Mode One. He's actually very passionate about this job and it's his biggest source of happiness. He loves getting to perform for kids and see them happy. 

The kids love him, too. You know it because you'll look at Pirate Cove's camera some days and see a bunch of toddlers dangling on his arms and climbing on his back 💀 It's not something to tease him about though. If he's the head captain, those kids are his crewmates. You don't want an army of toddlers chasing after you.

Yes, these kids seriously believe he's a pirate- Not like it's hard to deceive children (A certain peepaw can tell you that 😻) but Foxy puts a geniune amount of effort into the act. Hell, he puts so much effort into it that he speaks in the pirate accent outside of work. And he's so stubborn that he refuses to stop.

...Irritating stuff aside, assuming that he's not in Mode One, hanging out with him is pretty entertaining. He's very argumentative and opinionated so he always has something new to complain about. "And they wanted to fire me because FoXy'S hOoK sCaReS tHe cHiLdReN can you believe that shit?! He wouldn't be a real pirate without it!"

It's best to nod along and agree with him. This'll put you on his good side, meaning he won't be starting random arguments with you or trying to get you involved in his latest mischief... Unless you wanna be involved 👀👀

Random Fun Fact of the Day: Whenever I type "Freddy Fazbear" my phone always tries to autocorrect it to "Freddy Fazballs" and I can't get it to stop

[issaxcharlie]

Someone To You

Pairing: Alive! Luke Patterson x Fem Reader

Summary: Y/N and Luke have been friends for most of their lives and have already spent some time in love, but not knowing how to jump from friends to lovers, they have been stranded in that rare transition for much longer than they should, something that does not go unnoticed neither for them nor for the members of the rock band.

A lot of Luke and Y/N fluff, and a lot of friendship between Y/N and the Sunset Curve boys💖 (oh and my usual nonsense)

Word count: +3k

Songs used: Kiss me by Ed Sheeran and Follow You by Echosmith

Two in the morning and Y/N has been lying on her bed for twenty minutes trying to go back to sleep without any success. She is about to give up and go to get her journal when an unmistakable knock on the window echoes through the room.

She gets up and turns on the lamp before going to open the lock, her best friend entering the room seconds later and closing the window again before turning to her. The second they are face to face, Y/N lunges at him, entwining her legs tightly across his waist, her face buried completely in his neck, letting the familiarity of his body and scent wash over her.

“Oh god, I missed you.” He whispers in a husky voice, putting his hands on her hips and carefully kicking off his vans with his feet, then moving to her bed, dropping her gently on her usual side.

That's when he can see the girl's face with attention, her features slightly illuminated by the night lamp and making clear that she had been awake before he arrived.

“Difficult night eh?” He asks just before pushing his body forward to jump to the other side of the bed, and she lets out a sweet wholehearted laugh when he stumbles at the last second and ends up falling on his belly on her hips. “This was supposed to be way cooler and smoother.”

“I know Lu, maybe try to just walk next time?”

“Y/N, darlin’. Rockstars don’t just walk, we have to do everything with style.” He gets up and lightly kisses her on the cheek before stepping carefully around her to lie down on his side.

“My mistake, Lucas.” She teases with a smirk and he frowns before playfully sticking his tongue out at her. “Now, what happened? Whenever you appear at the window out of nowhere, it’s because you feel overwhelmed."

He analyzes what she said silently. All the times that he has entered through that window passing through his head, as well as all the hugs and cuddles received. All the years, and feelings and memories making him feel blessed to love her. "I guess you are right, you are my safe place." Y/N's face lights up, and she confidently moves closer to give him a soft kiss on the nose. “And you are mine. Now, spill, handsome.”

He smiles at the compliment, and makes an exaggerated wink that makes her snort. “My mom made me leave the house almost impossible, I was minutes away to miss the gig. I don't understand why it's so hard for her to understand that this is what I was born to do. If I want to be someone in this life, I have to continue on this path, no matter what. I don't want to die and just vanish, I want to leave a mark. We all want our lives to be great and to be remembered." Luke drops his head against the pillow and covers his eyes with his hands, letting his annoyance out.

“I get you, and you know I will always support you.”

“But…”

“But I just want you to know this. You are someone, Luke. To me, to Reggie, Alex, Bobby, and no matter how much you guys argue, you are someone to your parents. You don't need to connect with everyone to make an impact, just with the people who matter to you.”

He moves his hands behind his head and stares in silence at the ceiling for a few seconds, and then turns to see her with the most charming smile in his repertoire. “Will you come to the Orpheum after we nail the audition?” Anyone would be disconcerted by his attitude, but for Y/N it is a typical Luke Patterson defense mechanism. Whenever he feels like the conversation is getting too heavy or when he just doesn't want to respond, he drastically changes the subject with his best smile to try and distract her.

“Of course I will, It’ll be one of the most important days of your life, I would never miss it. And I would not change you singing in my ear for anything, but there is something so special when you are on stage, it is like being in front of the microphone sets your soul on fire.” She replies with a delighted smile.

"I totally get what you mean. So, you like me to sing you to sleep, huh? C’mere beautiful." He requests before trapping her against him, his calloused fingers quickly finding her hair, stroking it gently as he sings in her ear.

“Settle down with me, cover me up, cuddle me in. Lie down with me, and hold me in your arms” He stops for a second to meet her eyes again and give her a light kiss on the forehead, before confidently singing the chorus. “Kiss me like you wanna be loved, you wanna be loved, you wanna be loved. This feels like falling in love, falling in love, falling in love.”

Y/N smiles against his neck before finally falling asleep, the peace Luke always gives her completely invading her and melting her in his arms.

In the morning Y/N snaps her eyes open when she raises her arm to wrap her best friend’s waist and finds the space empty. She sits down and finds a note on her nightstand, Luke's unmistakable handwriting peeking out due to a poorly folded sheet.

“Good morning darlin’, sorry for leaving without saying goodbye, I had to go to the last rehearsal before the auditions. After that we will pick you up to go celebrate <3

PS: you look so hot while you drool my shoulder and the pillows."

-Luke

The girl can't help but blush, and furiously examines the pillow to see if she actually did it, only to find another little note below it.

“Gotcha.” She rolls her eyes and a little laugh escapes her lips.

Today is a ridiculously important day in the lives of the boys, if they manage to be among the 10 chosen for the second part of the contest, they will compete in the legendary Orpheum for the opportunity to land a record deal.

The four of them have been working like crazy even though the situation with their families has been getting worse in recent weeks, none of them have even thought about giving up. Without much to do during her day off, Y/N allows herself to remember the feeling of being in Luke's arms, the conversation she had with Alex and Bobby just a few days before in the back of her head.

“Why are we doing this again?” Alex asks clearly annoyed while Bobby and Y/N laugh, turning to see Luke and Reggie jamming some songs across the sidewalk, in front of one of the hottest clubs in LA.

“Something about making the band better known before auditions.” she reports, as she closes the buttons on Luke's bleached jean jacket she's wearing.

“I understand that, but couldn’t he wait til tomorrow? We practiced all day, I’m tired as fuck.” The blond replies, getting irritated from exhaustion.

Bobby yawns, his eyes getting heavier as he rests his head in Y/N’s shoulder. “Muffin, I swear, your man has infinite energy.”

“He is not my man, Bobs.” She answers as she rests her head on his, ruffling his hair gently.

"Well maybe you should let him know, because he refers to you as his girl all the time." Bobby informs her, raising his head to see her reaction.

“He does?” Even in the dark both boys can see how red her cheeks are, and how the smile on her face grows with each passing second. Bobby decides to take a chance and keep teasing her.

“My girl is so insanely talented, that’s my sweet girl, my girl said this and I thought it was so freaking awesome because I’m hopelessly in love with her.”

“Man, that was so accurate. 10/10.” Alex replies while laughing, they lean in to highfive above her head, and she can't help but blush even more at her friend's words.

“You guys are the worst.” She wrinkled her nose and they both turned to see each other, agreeing silently that now is the moment to ask one of the questions they had wanted to ask her for months.

“Since we met you are in this strange relationship, in which you are both aware that you are in love with each other, but neither of you does anything. What are you waiting for?" Bobby asks, indicating Alex to support him with his eyes.

“Yeah bro after 3 years, it gets kind of old.” He adds, trying to sound cool.

“I guess, we just think it is not the right time. Since you started the band he has worked tirelessly on his career as a musician and that is what I want him to focus on. We both know what is in our hearts and for now that is more than enough.” She blurts out, trying to get her thoughts in order.

“That was so cheesy I want to die.” Alex answers in reflex, and his eyes go wide when he realizes what he said.

“Oh my God, Alex. Go away! I will never open my soul to you again.”

The girl blushes again, a small smile at the corner of her lips as she remembers how after that her friends continued to tease her with Luke and called her Mrs Patterson for the rest of the night, both she and Luke totally embarrassed when they continued to tease them in the truck on the way home. She decides to get out her notebook and try to write a song, which she hadn't done since Luke formed Sunset Curve, and by the time she finished she had just some minutes before the boys arrived.

She managed to get ready in time, but what she found when she opened the door was not what she expected. The face that greeted her was Reggie's and not Luke's as always, and the sad little smile on the bassist's face wasn't normal either.

She instantly hugs him, making soft circles with her fingertips on his iconic leather jacket.

“Don’t worry about me, sunshine, I’m fine. But he needs you.” He takes her hand and walks toward Bobby's old truck, and Y/N is even more confused when she meets his beaming smile as they climb into the back of the vehicle. Alex is smiling too, but he looks clearly anxious, and Luke is nowhere to be found.

"Can someone explain to me what happened? Where is Luke?"

“We did it, muffin!” He embraces her excitedly, his clear happiness reassuring the stressed girl.

“Congrats guys! I’m so proud of you!” He released her and she hugs Reggie with her left arm and with her free one takes Alex's hand, who takes it in his and fondly kisses her knuckles.

“Thank you Y/N, but going back to Luke, we need your help. Things didn't go as smoothly as we expected and how to put it nicely… he lost it.” The blond informs her while anxiously playing with his necklace.

“You are the one who always shows him the way.” Reggie says with a bigger smile this time.

“Okay, start the truck Bobs, my man needs me.” Alex snorts a laugh and Bobby fulfills her request after smiling teasingly at her.

“You told Bobby he wasn’t your man.” Alex remarked with a smirk, turning his head toward the back seat to look into her eyes.

“And you told the boy at the club that you didn't know Reggie so you wouldn't have to give him his number. What's your point?” She answered swiftly with a mirrored smirk.

The drummer tries to counter attack but fails miserably, instead whispers a “...Well played.” and looks back to the front of the road.

“Was he cute?” Reg asks with genuine curiosity, and they all debate whether the boy was Reggie’s type or not on the way to where Luke is.

The boys leave her in the big park where the girl already imagined her best friend was, and she walks directly to the place where they sat millions of times throughout her childhood and adolescence, in their little corner of paradise. It doesn't take her long to find a disgruntled Luke sitting against their tree with his guitar three feet away, lying on the grass.

“You look so hot when you are frustrated.” Luke looks up and calms down when he meets her eyes. “I think you are the one who needs a song to relax now.” She adds, pointing out at the guitar. He nods and she picks it up, sitting between Luke's legs, her back leaning against his chest.

She blushes as she begins to play the song she finished composing just an hour ago, grateful that he can't see her face because of the position they are in. “I thank God for you all the time. Someone who knows my faults, but loves me despite them all. And you, I'll follow you just like that. Doesn't matter how far, If I have you, I have it all.”

She feels him kissing her hair, his heart beating just as fast as her own. “I think I found my soulmate, yes I do. I think I found the one who knows me. I don't wanna think about what it'd be like without you. Anywhere, I’ll follow you anywhere.”

When the song ends she freezes for a few seconds and Luke takes the opportunity to take the guitar and move it to the side, so that he can hug her closer to him, his arms around her waist while his chin rests on her shoulder.

“Your voice always shows me the way home.” Luke whispers sweetly in her ear, and Y/N instantly remembers Reggie said something similar in the truck, which means Luke had probably already expressed that thought to his friends, causing her to melt in his arms. She guesses it’s her turn to apply the famous Luke Patterson defense mechanism.

“What happened? I know you guys did pass, Bobby was so happy he wanted to cry.”

“We passed literally with the last ticket. They said they couldn’t see Sunset Curve, just another wannabe garage band, definitely not material for the big leagues.”

“Wow, that’s rough. And how did you react?”

"Reggie and Bobby held me by the arms and Alex by the back to stop me from going berserker." She smiles softly, imagining the scene clearly, and stretches her neck to see the guitarist's face.

“Lu, what else is bothering you?” He looks deep in thought, like he's forming multiple ideas in his head.

“I don't approve of everything they said, but I think maybe they have a point. I spent so much time trying to get the band to be material for a discography that I neglected our essence."

“Okay, then what’s the next move?”

“I have an idea, but I can’t do it without you.” He admits, staring deeply at her with his beautiful hazel eyes.

“Good thing you don’t have to. Luke, remember when we first met?” She asks, trying to distract him from his problems at least for today.

“Yeah, we were six. I told you I wanted to be a rockstar, and you said Lucas wasn’t a rockstar name, that I had to change it immediately.” He recalls with a soft smile.

“After that day you got angry every time someone dared to call you by your name.” She remembers the scene with a laugh.

“You have to admit, little Y/N was wise, you wouldn't have a band if you were still a Lucas.” He chuckles, caressing her hair lovingly., and she leans at the touch.”

“From that day I knew that I always wanted to be by your side. All my life I have tried to be someone, someone for my parents, for my friends, for the public, but I have never had to try with you.

I've always been someone for you... and that's more than enough. You've always known who I am, even when I'm not sure myself. You have always been patient and have loved me unconditionally, and I want you to know that you can always expect the same from me. god, I know since I was a kid I would do anything for you. I need you, I’m tired to wait for the correct moment, because every moment with you feels right.”

“Lu… is this a love confession?”

“I- yeah. But it’s so hard, I feel so many emotions right now and I really want to kiss the hell out of yo-” Y/N pulls him towards her connecting their lips hungrily, both melting into each other's mouths. He bites her lower lip slightly and separates a few seconds to admire her face, her eyes shining with love and lust.

“Darlin’, you can admit now your thing for rockstars. That’s exactly how you see me when I’m on stage.”

“I’ll admit it as soon as you admit you pretended to drown in the pool last year so I could give you mouth-to-mouth.”

“I would never do something like that… again.” They both laugh adoringly and Luke kisses her hard, determined to make up for all the lost time.

“Hey lovebirds, it’s time to go, Alex is minutes ago to snap at Reg and I don't want to end in the middle again, Reggie bit me last time.” They part abruptly, looking up at Bobby with daggers in their eyes.

“You can’t be all annoying all the time about our relationship and then ruin a moment like that.” she says clearly frustrated.

“Wow, eager much, muffin? someone is already whipped huh?” He jokes, causing Luke to put his finger in his mouth and then in his friend's ear.

“Bobby If you don’t shut up I swear-” She starts to fight, but he interrupts her.

“Are you guys dating now?” They both turn to see each other and smile, Luke wipes his hand on Bobby's shirt as they start to walk to the truck and entwine it with Y/N’s.

“Yeah, yes we are.” He declares with a majestic smile.

“Dammit I lost the bet to Alex. He said this was finally the year and I bet on another five.”

“Five? Really?” The girl asks, unable to believe what she hears.

“What? You have been in this strange relationship for about 12 years, five more years would be easy peasy. Reggie bet that you would make your lives with someone else and meet in 20 years to realize that it was always you." He informs them as they reach the vehicle, she looks in shock for a moment but then recovers and feings anger.

“Yeah, that’s it we are walking.” She decides, pulling Luke onto the sidewalk.

“You're just looking for an excuse to make out with your new boyfriend, you never get mad at us, not even the time Reggie stuck gum in your hair.” Bobby calls her out, and Reggie rolls the window down to emphasize that it was an accident.

“Okay yeah, I want to make out with my boyfriend and stick my tongue down his throat because as you mentioned, I've been waiting for many years to be able do it. So get lost or admire the show.” Reggie quickly closes the window again, and Bobby makes a disgusted face before almost running to the driver's seat.

“I’m so in love with you.” He admits with loving eyes, and she stands on tiptoe to fill him with light kisses on the forehead, nose, cheeks and lips. “I’m so in love with you, Lu.”

“Hey darlin’, I know you said the tongue in the throat thing to scare them away but…” He tries to explain himself, but she stops him knowing exactly what he wants to say.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m kissing the hell out of you as soon as we get home.” She reassures, caressing his hand.

He lets out a big sigh of relief. “Good.” A big smile on his face while pressing her hand a little harder to make sure this is actually happening.

Thanks for reading ✨

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[actuallysaiyan]

My Personal Love Story: Vegeta

Request:

"hi!! first, congrats on 1k!! i love everything you write and im so happy other people do too<3 okay so, id like to request fluffy relationship headcanons with Vegeta<3 a few things about me, im 5'2 and i really love tattoos and drawing/painting/tattooing. ive given myself like 16 this year, and one of my personal favorites is a Bunny on my calf since my chosen name is Bunny lmao. i can be pretty talkative at times,, idk my personality type? but im a pisces sun, libra rising, and aries venus! i like walking around and making jokes about random things on dates, just making each other laugh and spending quality time when we can:) my favorite musician is hard to choose, but recently id say Mitski<3

thank you so much if you do this, and its okay if you don't too<3

also, pretty sure i have adhd (as a detail)"

My Personal Love Story: Vegeta

Your Song: Space Age Love Song- A Flock Of Seagulls

Headcanons:

It took some time for Vegeta to get used to you, but once he realized how sweet and fun to be around you were, he made exceptions. He’d allow you to come watch him train or fight Goku, but it really surprised him when you stayed and watched him the whole time and then you’d compliment him on his fighting.

From that time, Vegeta realized how he truly likes you. He has a hard time showing his true emotions and gets hot headed from time to time, but he always wants you to know that he enjoys your company so much.

Lots of time spent watching him train and even letting him teach you a few moves. He’s got a big ego, so the more time you spend complimenting him and listening to him teach you a new move, he’s going to really appreciate it.

If he does take anytime to actually train you, you know you’ve got a very good bond with Vegeta. He doesn’t fight just anyone, but when he’s with you, he just wants to be close to you no matter what.

Vegeta actually really loves going on dates with you. Whenever he’s not training or fighting, he loves going out with you and doing something fun together. If it’s a competitive activity, Vegeta can get a little too intense with it at times.

If you’re more into spending time doing your own thing at home, be it drawing or painting, Vegeta is more than okay with also doing his own thing. He enjoys just being near you and within your company. He loves having quiet moments where the two of you are just being passionate with your hobbies and passions.

Vegeta loves listening to you tell him stories about your day or even just things that have happened to you in the past. He secretly loves pillow talk and cuddling. It’s one of his favorite things to do with you. Nothing beats holding you close to him after you’ve made love and you are enchanting him with your voice.

Speaking of which, your voice really comforts Vegeta. He feels at peace whenever he hears you. If you cheer him on while he’s battling, he will make a big effort to show off in front of you and have you marvel at his strength. Vegeta loves it whenever you call him “my prince”. Depending on when he hears it, it could have different outcomes.

He would literally die for you. Or kill for you. Either way, you know that Vegeta is going to protect you from now and until forever. He will not let anyone hurt you in any way, be it physically, mentally or emotionally. There’s no way anyone will even get the chance to. He’s your lover and you know you can count on him to keep you safe.

Vegeta absolutely wants a family with you. He doesn’t want to push it on you, but he really wants to have many children with you. He loves the idea of being a father and with you by his side, he’ll always be at peace.

How You Started Dating:

This was becoming somewhat funny. You and Vegeta have been running into each other at Bulma’s parties so much that you both were kind of laughing at it. Sure, you both knew you’d be invited, but you always figured Vegeta would stick to Goku or Bulma all night. He never struck you as someone who would mingle.

But now it’s been so many times you’ve been up close and personal with him. He seems so much more charming now. He smiles when you talk, but he does keep it a secret only shared with you. Vegeta tells you of his passions and dreams. It’s an odd thing to witness, but you are falling more and more in love with him as the time passes.

“Tch, figures you’d be here again.” Vegeta scoffs with sarcasm dripping from his voice.

“Yeah, bet you’re really sad about it, huh?” You joke and you see a smirk on his face. He moves closer to you but he’s careful that nobody has really spotted either of you.

Vegeta leads you to a private bedroom, and once the door is closed, he leans in to kiss you. You’re a little surprised but you are more satisfied than anything. You can’t believe that Vegeta has finally made a move on you.

“I never thought you’d kiss me,” you challenge him. Vegeta just chuckles.

“There’s a lot about me that you don’t know, woman. Would you like to stick around and find out?” There’s a slight hopefulness in his voice. You smile and lean in to kiss him again.

“Is this your cheesy way of asking me out?”

A slight blush on his cheeks would suggest that your assumptions are correct. Vegeta just avoids your eye contact and he mutters how this is stupid. You know he’s just a little flustered.

“I’d love to go out with you, Vegeta.”

“Of course you would, I am the prince of all Saiyans.”

[tristan-v-saxophone]

Then vs now - the Jazz Scene

Man, the times have changed. It seems I am told a new story every day by a different cat from a bygone era. Stories about how the scene used to be, how tough it used to be.

Back in the day, the scene was aggressive. Everyone wanted their chance on stage, to show what they could do. Boundaries were pushed, each tune got faster than the last, every note got higher and higher, changes got more and more complex, and if you couldn't keep up, that was it, you were cut. Everyone knows the famous story of Bird and Joe jones. Story goes, Charlie got off by a beat attempting some new approaches to improv, so the drummer at the session, Jo Jones from the Count Basie Orchestra, threw a cymbal at Parker.

Of course, that clip is greatly exaggerated, but the point is clear: back in the day, if you couldn't keep up, you were cut.

Today things just are not like that. While the race to push the boundaries of bebop and jazz is still there, it's no longer run alone. Now, if you fold on stage, people will still clap, and people will help you out. If you get off the form, people will help you get back on, if you play a sour note, it doesn't matter. People don't vibe each other anymore.

But the difficulty lost in competitiveness, is more than made up for in the business of the scene. There is one thing that really leads the music industry: Money. See, back in the day, when cats like Bird, Dizzy, and Trane were playing, there was money in it. Rent was cheap, gigs were frequent, and checks were big. You jam all day, play a gig a night and shed until the morning and make a good living. Albums payed so well, the big cats could take years off gigging and working, living off the money from album sales. Rollins did this in 1959, he didn't play a single gig for 3 years, he just practiced on the Williamsburg Bridge for 16 hours a day.

Nowadays, its practically a brawl for every gig, hundreds of players, all incredible musicians, gunning for the same diminishing number of spots in whatever big band or jazz club they can play at to get a $50 paycheck. Jazz doesn't have the popularity outside of its niche to support the volume of musicians on the scene today, so while the bandstand has become a safe space, the line to get on the bandstand has grown exponentially.

So which scene is tougher? Hard to tell. The stories the old cats tell are certainly intimidating, it's hard to say that that is harder than the finical strain on today's scene

[justapayneaway]

Just curious (and sorry if you've been asked this before) but what are your thoughts on the boys and their music? I don't mean personal opinion of their public images or anything (I realize if you talk shit about Harry or Louis you'll get a billion 14 year old anon fangirls who will try to murder you), I mean strictly their music.

Personally, for me, best to worst is probably Zayn at 1st (his music is heaven turned into songs) and Niall second (he's not my fav of the boys vocally, but his music has been pretty consistently good.), Liam third (which is a shame because he's my favorite voice out of the boys but the only songs of his I've really liked have been his one off singles. I didn't care much for LP1 at all, though I admit a big part of that is that he wrote basically none of the songs on it and he himself pretty much seemed like he didn't want to be associated with it either) then Lou (I just don't really care for his voice but I love his songs) and then probably Harry (his new single put me to sleep and his voice is...well I'd rather not say, don't want you to get anon hate and also this ask would be much longer than it already is lol)

Again, everyone has their own opinions and I'm not trying to start flame wars or anything, I'm just curious is all.

Got this before bed last night and it's such a complex answer that I had to wait to answer it this morning (sorry!)

So basically I agree with your placement, but I want to explain my reasons behind it. And I'm not scared of haters coming at me, they always come at me and I just block them. They're the ones wasting their time since I don't care and I won't change my opinion.

Zayn - hell yeah! The songs and the lyrics are iconic. That man released three albums and all are so good and mature. Zayn is such a talented artist and the sad thing to me is that we don't have a chance to see him perform it live. The raw talent is all there! And his inspiration for songs and his own experiences with life are amazing. Even the unreleased stuff we got a chance to listen about religion, the hate he got, etc!! It's truly an inspiration! How people don't give him all the awards is something I don't understand!!!

Niall - surprisingly to me he has been the more consistent of all of them with the music he releases. He has come along way with his voice and I feel like now he is super comfortable. I watched him live here in Portugal and it was a blast!!! He used to hide behind the guitar, but now he is a complete artist. I'm super curious for his 3rd album since he didn't get all the recognition he deserved for HW.

Liam - sadly he is in this place and it really hurts me! Liam is clearly the most talented performer and his vocals are unmatched, out of this world especially live! It has been a deep shame that he hasn't been given the opportunity to blossom into the musician we all know he is. His team and label don't help of course, but it truly baffles me how they aren't using his talent as a musician and lyricist to make amazing songs. Who cares if it's a trend?! Just make it from the heart. LP1 has a few promising songs, but there is no narrative or a line to follow. So the message gets lost with too many concepts thrown together.

Louis - not because of his voice, btw. He has been evolving a lot and especially in getting comfortable on stage alone. I saw him live in Spain on one of his first solo shows and I see a lot of progress from him right now. We all know he is a really good lyricist and I feel like he found his place in pop-rock. It's his jam and the space where he can make so much more! I really liked his album as a whole, so I'm curious to see what he presents next.

Harry - personally, most overrated artist right now. The things he does with his voice (screaming and off key notes) really scare me because one day that boy won't have a voice. I think he throws a good performance since he is an entertainer, but he really needs to practice those vocals more. Personally, his songs don't call to me and I don't think he is revolutionizing the music industry since what he is presenting isn't something new. I honestly haven't seen or listened to his new song and I don't intend to activelly go look for it. Glad people are enjoying it, good for them and for him!

Hope this answered your ask about it :)

[lostysworld]

My dar(k) ling – The Darkling × reader

Part 13

Masterlist

Pairing: The Darkling x reader

Warnings: none?

Summary: Another fete, another challenge for you and Aleksander. Another person between you and the man you love.

– What the hell is that?

You step on the training ground that you usually keep during archery trainings with young grisha. But seems this time your today's training started without you. Instead of empty space on your usual place a tall young woman is standing next to the line of targets with children not far from them.

Unfortunately, Baghra is here too.

– I found a replacement for you for this day, - the old woman waves her hand and a dark-haired woman sends a suspicious glance towards your side.

– Once it's for a day, and then for a life.

Baghra only rolls her eyes on your barely audible mumbling. When she brings you closer to that woman, you realize you've seen her before during trainings.

– It's Zoya, one of the best grisha in the Second Army.

You trace her slim figure in navy blue kefta with critical glance, waiting patiently for her any reaction. Not that you are against new people, but definitely not today, the day after your latest conversation with the general.

– Zoya Nazyalensky. A Squaller, - she extends her arm for a handshake, and you notice familiar pattern on her sleeve and smirk.

– Yes, I can see that.

Nevertheless, you extend yours in response, with a blank expression.

– She will train them, - Baghra nods towards kids. – While I am dealing with you, young lady.

– What else? - you grit your teeth in annoyance. You still have some lessons with Baghra, but usually they are about one and the same.

– I'm not done abusing you. Not yet.

– I am done.

– What? - the woman raises her brow and stops, turning to you.

– I don't need your lessons anymore. Though I'm grateful for the things you taught me, Baghra.

– Did my son brainwashed you with his teary puppy eyes-

– He has nothing to do with it. I just learned everything I wanted.

You already turn to leave her on the gardens' line, but the old witch doesn't intend to let you go.

– Your ancestors could do incredible things, and you only learned how to summon two elements and think, that you can outdo those grisha, who are here from the childhood.

You freeze on one spot, slowly exhaling and inhaling to calm yourself down. With one swift movement you are standing in front of her again.

– Air I can summon is still in your lungs, so be careful with your words, Baghra.

The corner of her lips twitches, as if she's waiting for a reaction like this. When the first wave of rage passes you relax a bit and you step back.

–And I still think that you are wasting your time here.

– What should I do? - you throw a glance to her, throwing arms to the sides in grim surprise. – To destroy the Fold with my hands?

– It's time for youto decide whose side you are on, girl. Are you with Aleksander, or you are helping to destroy him from the inside.

Your blood turns cold. No wonder, Aleksander became so impulsive with a mother like that.

– As far as I know, the boy still trusts you, Y/N.

– It is the perfect reason for me not to trust you.

The woman shakes her head, seeing the girl in front of her as a lost one for her to save. Worse that her son's influence is her own stubbornness and youth.

– What was Aleksander like? - you draw her attention. – Before the Fold.

– He laughed... A lot.

– Well, he seemed to do this with me either.

– That's what I am talking about, - she comes closer to you making you flinch. – You may bring some light to his life, but you won't change him.

Nonsense. You shake your head. Every new conversation with Baghra leads both of you to her attempts to turn you against the general. Every time. Always.

– I would never ask him to change-

– But it doesn't mean you won't want him to, Y/N. He is used to ruin people who are dear to him.

You lower your gaze, observing the ground. Loud noises from the training ground reach your hearing. Seems Zoya entertains young grisha more than you.

– Well, - you take a step back to show the woman, that your conversation is over. – Seems, my life has been already ruined before I met Aleksander.

The woman scans you with a mixture of judgment and motherly adoration in her eyes.

– There will be no happiness between you, if you are so alike on this point.

– Be that as it may, - with only one sentence Baghra gets to set your mood up and down.

As soon as she nods towards your side, you turn away, heading to the palace, passing by the training ground. Your head is full of useless information and whirlwind of emotions, so you at least can be used as a bad example of a trainer now.

When you get closer to your room, where Genya should meet you to try the fete dress on, you notice a familiar figure behind you. Even not turning your head, you know who it is.

– That's what the general meant, when was talking about constant pressure.

Ivan smirks smugly to himself.

– Oh, shut up, please! - you reach the door and halt to face the intrusive heartrender behind you.

– I am not a little girl, I can cope with it.

– And I am glad to hear it, - his face just perfectly shows how he enjoys himself at the moment.

– Shouldn't you look after your husband, hm?

– He is not my husband-

– Well, he should be.

With that you slam the door in front of Ivan's face, making him drop this mean smile from his face. If you two go on with communicating like this, you will become besties for sure.

You have never felt yourself so stupid and uncomfortable in your entire life like right at the moment, standing near the wall of the ballroom.

Genya abandoned you about a half an hour ago, and you are standing looking at the only one person here, that may draw your attention.

Aleksander spends his time discussing something with lieutenants on the opposite side of the room. Seems he is not interested in the fete or, what's most important, in you.

Not this gorgeous dress you are wearing, not your hairstyle, nothing can make the man turn his glance on your. After your last conversation none of you dared to speak with each other or look at.

Most of dates to the dance are already preoccupied with their partners, and you have only to throw sympathetic glances to Fedyor and Ivan, where one of them sometimes salutes you with a champagne glass by turns.

Not that you are just standing alone, some of familiar grisha join you from time to time having a small talk. And you may even easily escape from this party, but the chance that Genya will catch you somewhere in the corridors is pretty high and unpleasant.

But one small detail doesn't go unnoticed for you. Only couple of seconds ago the music becomes quieter, and you casts a quick glance towards the orchestra. There from their side, Aleksander is looking straight at you.

But it is not a problem at all. This detail doesn't seem to you; as soon as you follow others' glances with yours you notice a person coming to you.

The one you don't expect to see next to ever.

White coat with golden epaulettes, blond short hair and unusual charming smile instead of dull glassy glance.

Vasily Lantsov is walking straight to your side.

People around are not used to see the part of the royal family dancing with someone at parties like this one, so even musicians slow down a bit.

You are not nervous, but the whole scene is like not happening with you, so you just watch.

– Miss Y/L/N, may I have the pleasure of the dance?

His voice pitch is not high, not low, but something in the middle, although not unpleasant to hear.

You hesitate, but feeling of the general's burning glance on your figure makes you smirk slightly and nod, laying your hand in prince's one.

The music halts, but when the young man leads you to the center of the ballroom, it starts again with new force. The constant thoughts, that you are the only couple now and everybody is looking at both of you vanish as soon as Vasily's hand lays on your waistline, pressing you closer to him.

He doesn't talk, but the man is always looking at you, attentively, with the hidden interest, and you unconsciously compare this dance to your first one with general. It is stupid, because, honestly, it's nothing compared to the first fete.

You were kind of in love, charmed by a handsome stately man, who you trust with your life, and what's now?

Lost, without direction, still in love, but more love than in love, you are dancing with the prince, but not enjoying it. Though the dress is charming. With long waves it waltzes with your every movement, black and red.

Your lips touches a one sided smirk and you can only imagine what an impression this dance has on Aleksander. Surely, his subordinates will have a hard day tomorrow.

Fortunately for you, the music stops soon and the man, as a perfect gentleman, lets go of your palm and smiles in the end. You curtsy and step towards another wall, closer to the exit. One dance is pretty enough for tonight.

But when you intend to leave the room, someone's hand wraps around your wrist, slightly squeezing it, and you turn around immediately.

Lantsov doesn't go away, but stands still peering at you.

– Would you like to join me this evening, miss Y/L/N? - your eyes narrow in suspicion. Carefully you try to take your hand away from him.

– Don't think me to be rude, your Highness, but you are not known for spending time with ladies.

The young man smirks to you and you literally feel that burning gaze from another side of the room.

– I am not, but you will rescue me, if do that, - you clearly don't understand his intentions and wince.

– Otherwise, I will be sentenced to never-ending grumbling of my mother about searching for a bride.

– Oh...

– "Oh" indeed.

You barely hold yourself from chuckling, but the the prince steps closer to you, and suddenly you think that this scene can be used as a motivation. Of course, not for you.

– What do I get out of it? - you take his hand, that Vasily gladly offers to you.

– A way out of your difficult situation.

His words lit a sparkle inside of your mind, your thoughts find a common point, and you switch your interested gaze on him.

He waits for a second and casts a glance on that side where the general should be, but you decide not to test your luck, and keep staring right at the blond man in front of you.

Suddenly you remember that the ring Aleksander gave you with the letter is left in your room, on a night stand.

A nasty rotten feeling crawls inside you and all your previous thoughts vanish away.

When you turn to the direction where Kirigan stood, you see no one. There is definitely not a good sign, and you quickly look around to sneak out of the hall without Genya noticing you.

You excuse yourself and runs out of the ballroom. All this evening leaves your head full of conflicting thoughts and feelings, so you just need more fresh air.

Usually it's Aleksander who comes to your room either to make up or to take his time alone while your sleeping. But something is telling you that this day is not one of them. You need to talk to him first.

The door behind general's back slams loudly, he can even hear some of the pictures on the walls shaking. Everything in the war room is left like it was before he left for the fete. But the man isn't the same.

He ruffles his hair, exhaling tensely, marching from one corner to another in strange mix of helpless rage and jealousy.

He doesn't know, what is going on with him. All these day it was not so hard not to pay attention to this girl, and now, when Lantsov shared a dance with her, the Darkling is furious.

He unconsciously registers his own shadows crawling to his figure from the darkest sides of the room. If he goes on like this, he will surely have troubles with controlling his powers in future, leaving it to his anger.

The full moon is in the night skies and millions of glittering stars are shining radiating a slight pale light. The sudden thought of leaving the palace and having a night stroll dies with a barely audible knock.

Not many people afford themselves a luxury of disturbing the general so late at night, but anyway he heads to the door.

He opens the door rapidly and he blesses himself for wearing a usual cold mask, the general doesn't give his surprise away.

– Zoya? To what do I owe your esteemed company?

The girl's hesitating, but determined expression almost makes him smile, but he holds himself back.

– You left the fete so soon, I was afraid something happened.

Aleksander steps aside inviting her in. Honesty, he may even use this night visit to forget his predicament, but something holds him back. Something is telling him, it is not his way out.

Unconsciously his hand slips into the pocket of his kefta, fingers find the ring of black metal and green stones. He knows the similar one is somewhere here, in Y/N's room.

But when the squaller walks in further into the room, straight to the table, both of them hear one more knock. Loud, clear one. Aleksander will never mistake him for any other.

– Come in!

He doesn't busy himself opening the door, and when it's opened by the woman he is afraid to see, Kirigan finds himself enjoying the moment.

– Am I interrupting? - the witch's cold voice rings in the tense silence of the place, as she cocks her head to the side. Zoya straightens her shoulders.

– I was just keeping company with the general Kirigan, - the man follows Y/N arching a brow without any other visible signs of displeasure. – People tell it helps when you are alone. Isn't it convenient? You should know about it.

Venom in Zoya's voice is clear, but it's not enough for freaking the young woman out.

– Yes, I'm forgetting all my troubles the moment someone breaks into my chambers in the middle of the night.

Kirigan presses his lips in thin line, trying not to smile or smirk. Despite this difficult situation and visible intentions of Zoya towards him, he can't not to admire his forest witch. The little girl turns into his queen. It's just her character, that doesn't let her admit it.

– Zoya is already leaving, - Aleksander pushes himself from the wall, attentively looking at the squaller.

The dark-haired woman passes by you, not even sharing a last glance, and when the door behind her closes, you feel like finally relaxing.

– Don't like the company of the royal family?

The general locks the door and comes back to you, eyeing your figure with a silky arrogant gaze.

You, in turn, don't leave his eyes too, but with completely different expression. The man, who adored you so much, when we first met and developed your feelings towards each other, who worried about your opinion about him, now only pushes you away as hard as possible and even harder.

You indeed are not recognizing the same man you loved. But maybe you should learn to love him again.

– What was that? - your quiet voice seems to shake him to the ground. This strange calm power on the bottom on your eyes frightens him.

– What was what?

– What made you what you are? - you come closer to the man knowing that he won't go away. There are no more places where he can hide from you. – Tell me, Aleksander, what have burnt the heart out of you?

His glance is a mix of shame and disgust. He can't just not look at you and solve his problems with that. With the woman who sees through him.

– You don't want to know, Y/N.

– Well, I'm here..., - you throws your arms to the side.

Kirigan turns away and comes up to the table with maps leaning on his hands. His glance is slipping to the documents and plans, but he feels you're coming with his back.

You can't wait anymore, come closer to your lover. Lean with your hip on the table to face Aleksander, desperately staring into sharp lines of his features, trying to find that very young man he was once, so long time ago, beyond all the darkness that surrounds him.

– What do you want to hear? I was killing people in their backs all these years. I have terrified them, terrorized using my shadows, I was Ravkan punisher. Fouler than death itself.

– I understand, - you say quietly, wondering if there is still soul inside of this man. Burnt down black desert. That is all he has instead of it.

– Do you regret?

You flinch, when low voice rings in complete silence after a pause. Instead of answering you just shake your head.

– Not a minute of it...well, - Kirigan's gaze switches to yours, when you highlights last words.

– Aside from the moments when you tried to send me away.

One-sided light grin touches his face.

– Don't tell me later, that I didn't warn you.

– Even if I ever regret about my decisions, I will never blame you, Aleksander.

Something in him clicks and he straightens turning his head to you. Need in the glance only softens you more.

– Call me that again, - everything inside you clenches, as you hear his broken voice.

– Aleksander-

– No, not like that.

On a short moment you don't understand his words, but then you are finally lighted up with an idea. His hand that lays not far from you appears under your gentle touch.

– Sasha.

The walls he was building for so long are crushing down at this very moment. You make a quick move to embrace him tenderly and tightly. The man immediately hides his head in the crook of your neck.

– Has the darkness in me won over the light, Y/N? - you feel these words as he touches your skin with his lips while speaking.

– I don't know, darling. I don't know.

– Maybe they are right, - he raises his head, and you see these two burning pools of pure madness in his eyes. – Maybe the beast should stay with his own kind-

– Shut up!

Kirigan blinks and fever in his glance vanishes. He definitely doesn't expect this outburst from you.

Your hands laying on his shoulders and chest before, now are cupping his face, making the man look you in the eyes.

– Stop talking nonsense, - his eyes are searching for something on your face, something that gives up your true feelings. – I love you, Aleksander. And you are not even close to a monster. Don't you dare taking about it again.

You bring his head a bit down so your foreheads touch. Only a moment before you notice tears gathering in his eyes.

– I thought I had lost you, Y/N. My dearest love.

You move closer to finally connect your lips, savouring the perfect moment of peace. Your name sounds like a lament from his lips.

– How can you still stand me after knowing who I am?

Kirigan steals one last kiss from you touching the tip of your nose with his. This tension he felt before slowly leaves him.

– I choose to love you for the things you have control over. Yes, I may not approve your methods, but I know that you want the best for your people. That's enough for me.

– If I knew that you become the only thing I needed, I would not come into that forest.

You chuckle and this turns into light laughter, that Aleksander catches too.

– I'm taking it as a compliment, dear.

When you two stop, you realize that it is pretty late already. You won't forget yourself tomorrow's morning for the lack of sleep.

– May I stay with you? - you are searching for the answer on his face.

– Come.

Aleksander leads you to his bedroom where you stayed a couple of times, laying his broad palm on your back.

He gets rid of his own closer and changes it, handing a new clean shirt for you to change as well.

Honestly you have a small collection of his shirts in your wardrobe now, and the whole palace will probably know about it, if you ever done wrong with Genya.

When you take you places on the bed you notice, that the man is still restless.

– Just try to fall asleep, - his hand twitches under your soft touch. – Don't think about anything else, okay?

He is silent, and you go on.

– I see how you talk to your people, Aleksander, I know that you are trying for them. Grisha are dedicated to you, because they know you care about them, - your fingers start brushing circles on the back of his hand. – Though, as I said, your methods are questionable for me.

– I want grisha not to be afraid anymore. Anyone.

– I know. But I can't advise you anything. I'm sorry.

He shakes his head, covering your hand with his.

– It's okay. I'm grateful, that you are here at all, and...

Emotions overwhelm him, and the general falls silent. Suddenly you move closer and hug him tightly, placing a chaste kiss on his brow.

– Shh, sleep. We will think about this in the morning

@aleksanderwh0r3 @all-art-is-quite-useless @carlywhomever @cynthianokamaria

[autumn-applepie]

Ay sorry for being dead again have some angst

School's awful- the only thing I could've done in these days was doodle dump on my school diary and literally all my school notebooks and share the doodles with my buddies on Discord-

So since I caught a bad cold, I had some time to do more stuff- other than sleeping because I'm kinda feeling like shit-

Recently I joined a Sweet Cap'n Cakes Discord server and basically everyone was drawing SCC getting plugged by the wires sjjdjsd so I had a very evil idea- like- a very evil one-

Wired!MIDI

But it's not only that.

This is canon

Yes I'm evil. Yes I'm sorry ajdjsj

Basically the wire forcely plugged itself, pretty much destroying most of his head, cuz- y'know he didn't had any actual holes or som for the plug. This explains the broken screen. Being wired causes MIDI to lose his memory in a way that nothing is actually new to him, he just can't understand why or how he feels like he's already seen the places/people he ends up into.

If that wasn't enough, the wire drains most of MIDI's energy and makes it really painful to talk or move a lot. Because of that he's mostly standing very still in the same position and being almost completely non-verbal. He can only give very small responses, usually one-worded ones. I was thinking about sign language for communication, but I'm still not sure, for now I'll stick with writing on a notebook. He can get unplugged by Ralsei casting Pacify, unless you go for Snowgrave.

[click for better quality I don't even have to explain why nsjd]

This gave me the chance to rewrite a bit the relationship that MIDI has with SCC before and after getting wired. I'm just going to dump them all here under the read more so you can read whenever you'd like sudjd

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Ok so basically

This will be super long and awfully written you've been warned ok sidjj

The idea that came to my mind was that SCC was indeed a struggling band. This is because other more modern and advanced music robots were gaining more popularity. MIDI was pretty much in a phase of "I'm not like other girls"(boys in this case lma) cuz basically he liked to explore different music genres than the more popular ones, like SCC. Sweet, between the three, was the one that was more pissed off by the thing. But like- really pissed off. I mostly see Sweet as the oldest, but since they let themselves get dragged away by their emotions, they end up experiencing said emotions in a more amplified way, maybe even exaggerated. They felt like MIDI was "stealing their spotlight". Cap'n was pissed off too, but not that much. K_K, on the other hand, didn't really care about getting angry at any other robot being more popular than them.

Of course MIDI caught the attention of Queen in no time because no one could deny that he was pretty skilled. Queen so invites MIDI at the palace to make him her new musician, although without telling him the existence of SCC. When MIDI finds it out, he's super pissed, he's a nice guy after all, he didn't want to steal anyone's job. So, all that stuff from my recent fic happens. If you didn't see it yet, it's on my first post about MIDI. But basically, MIDI got slightly interested into K_K, and decides to improvise being the hero and save SCC to gain their trust, and maybe be able to know the trio, but specifically K_K, a bit more.

Sweet and Cap'n are quite concerned of MIDI's behavior with K_K, because in fact, they both are in a polycule with K_K. Sweet could try to be nice to not just- straight up be rude to the guy who just saved them- but they just can't. They lose their temper, also because they're convinced that MIDI has some sort of plans going on etc etc. Cap'n is on Sweet's side, but of course he tries to calm them down, also because they surely brought MIDI into a panic attack. MIDI didn't know about the trio being in a relationship and he felt so fucking bad for trying to sneak in out of nowhere, invading their personal space.

Cap'n then had an idea. If K_K was also interested in MIDI, they would've talked it out. MIDI just acts normally until K_K actually starts getting slightly closer to him, of course without ignoring their bfs. MIDI is nervous to start talking about the polycule topic, so he waits for K_K to do it themselves, which doesn't take long at all. Sweet and Cap'n want K_K to be happy, and if they were happy with hanging out with MIDI too, it was ok for them to enlarge the polycule a little bit.

So, MIDI and K_K start slowly getting into a relationship, altho this was- sorta hampered by Sweet still being way too overprotective. Despite that, MIDI kept hanging out with Sweet and Cap'n too, also because it would've been pretty much an asshole-move if he didn't. He genuinely liked to hang out with them as best homies.

Seeing how nice MIDI actually was despite Sweet continuing to be passive-aggressive towards him, Cap'n slowly changed his mind on what he thought about MIDI. Maybe he even started to get slightly interested in him.

One day, Sweet send MIDI away to get some scrap parts for them, just to stop Cap'n from flirting with him. On the way home, MIDI suddenly gets attacked by the wires and ends up getting plugged by one of them.

Not being able to remember anything, MIDI was tired and constantly in pain. SCC are hugely worried about him, and try everything to let him out of the control of the wire. Seeing MIDI like that, Sweet felt horrendously awful for being that shitty with him. Moreover they blame themselves more than everyone, as if they didn't send MIDI out because of their stubbornness, maybe he wouldn't have been plugged by the wire.

But of course I wanted to end it in a good way. If you don't end up doing Snowgrave, SCC will go ask for help to Ralsei, who will cast Pacify on MIDI, unplugging the wire. After he gets repaired he magically manifests pupils because I say so skdk but also gets his memory back. Sweet won't stop apologizing for quite a long time, as they still think it's their fault. MIDI would eventually explain to Sweet that it's not their fault at all and that he understands that he got so overprotective. Plus, MIDI actually admires Sweet's determination in wanting to protect who they love.

Sweet and MIDI won't be going any step further from "friends/homies", while with Cap'n and K_K, MIDI will establish a proper relationship. This being more in a romantic way for K_K's case.

[idjitlili]

Your eyes can be so cruel.

Kili x reader

Summary:  Being apart of the company, and growing close to Kili. After stopping at an inn, some drunk men, decide to pick at Kili's appearance. Words from Bowie come into favour.

A/n: Requested by Thatfoolishhuman  I have seen this idea a lot for Kili, but I'lol make it my own :) Also I'm British, so don't be mad at my spelling. FIRST IMAGINE OF 2021

Word count:3375

Warnings: Listened to David Bowie while writing this, sorry Bowie you just too handsome. Swearing.

Songs in order: rebel rebel, as the world falls down.

There was perks from travelling with your parents; due to business. The most frequent place you'd go was Tortuga, it was a quite a large village. Every time that you'd go, you and your parents stayed in an inn, which had a pub connected to it.

You'd eat with your parents in there, before all the drunks arrived, it was also a Saturday that you'd go. Saturdays meant that a song writer, and singer in one , was always there. His name being Jareth, he was a very beautiful man, in honesty one of the best musicians, in history.

Jareth was a skinny man, had a huge blond mullet, beautiful eyes one pupil larger than the other, beautiful accent, beautiful everything. Who couldn't have a crush on Jareth, his songs were like none other. 

These trips started when you were 5, when your parents business finally picked up, all the way up until you came to age. Which is when you joined the company, due to Gandalf.

You didn't think you'd ever see Jareth again, but you do.  You had undoubtedly had a crush on the singer growing up, you had almost forgotten about him when you joined the company.

Personally you didn't know Gandalf very well, not like your parents did, but he recruited you for an adventure, how could you deny it. A chance to see elves, dwarves, dragons? No way you was going to pass up that chance, no way.

You were surprised when the company had picked up, after getting Bilbo, since you lived on the way. Scary yes, not knowing any of these people, a chance at getting friends, you could only hope.

Strange was to say the least, you had seen a couple of dwarves growing up , that was just in pubs mostly. The were always not so pleasant, but these dwarves, plump and strikingly handsome. That hobbit? Bilbo that didn't take long for you to become friends, being shy didn't help, but some how you managed.

Dwarves were were quite scary; to say the least they intimidated you. 

That was until a particularly rainy day, when the mud was like cake batter. Thorin had decided it was time to stop for the night, the rain hammering down, lightning even, every now and then. 

Everyone was getting off their pony's, as were you, you was about to step down, when a huge crack of thunder was sounded above you. Damn you Thor. You had jumped, slipping on the mud, but you never hit the floor, instead you into strong arms.

Looking up , drips of water from dark hair had dripped on you, as Kili looked down at you. Your feet upwards, like a trust fall, you had smiled in embarrassment back to Kili, who had pulled you up to your feet. "T-thank you." Now standing up on your own, pulling your tunic down, trying to avoid eye contact.

"You're welcome, wouldn't want you to ruin your clothes a day into our journey." Kili had smiled at you, as you looked back to him from your feet, smiling slightly back.

Dwarves weren't as bad as they were made out to be, you learned that very quickly. When it was time for baths, turns out they were protective over females, always when you bathed two dwarves stood guard, just in case.

On cold nights, you'd wake up with an extra blanket.

Even though Thorin didn't like you were on this quest, he was never horrible, maybe because you just stayed quiet. You did not want to anger that beast, Bilbo talked quite a lot and look at him..

On one night, you were told to hide, Bilbo had been kidnapped by trolls, you hadn't listened. You followed everyone else, staying the bushes, getting as close as you possibly could, before quietly climbing up a tree with your knife.

It wasn't long before they were all caught, you just staring down at them, specifically Kili, you had hoped at he look up, and see you drop the knife. You could not make nose that would have alerted the trolls immediately. Sat on a branch , trying to blend in as much as possible.

That was Kili had looked up wide eyed, as you dropping the knife , and quickly climbed further up the tree to get out of eye view. You had thought it had worked, oh you was wrong.

"That one has gotten out!" Kili had started running around the trolls , as if he was sonic. A few minutes that lasted before you had noticed a shadow. But it didn't matter because Bert had grabbed Kili tightly,like he was slime that wouldn't stay put. No way would not have bruises after that. Of course he got out of Berts grip as Gandalf had appeared, cracking the large Boulder, turning the trolls into stone.

Feeling terrible the next day still, when the company had stopped again for the night and everyone had went to sleep. You could not, Kili being on watch, you had gotten up quietly, making your way over to him, sitting on log next to him.

Thinking about what you would say, Kili had beaten you to it. "Can't sleep?" His voice sounded tired, but still as lively. "Yeah.. um I'm sorry." Very convincing, indeed.

" for what?" The fire glowing orange, causing Kili to be barely visible as he turned to his to look at you. "It's my fault, that you got hurt yesterday, I should've listened to Thorin."

"What on earth are you going on about? I wasn't hurt? I'm fine, no one is dead , you did great, you didn't throw the knife at my head, maybe then I'd be distrusting in you." You felt like sighing, thankfully, but that would be cringy.

"I haven't got good aim, so it could've happened."

"You need someone to teach you."  You had scoffed slightly at Kili, gaining his full attention.

"I do not think anyone would have the patience." The warm orange glow from the fire, lit up the outline of Kili's face, a small grin could be seen.

"Are you challenging me? I have to sit through multiple speeches from Thorin a day."

"That's because you and Fili mess with him, I saw you the other day tangle a bunch of branches into his hair ,while he was sleeping. Why are you always surprised that he gets mad?"

"That was funny though, did you not see that bird fly at him? It shat on his face." Kili's grin only widened, as did yours, you had seen, Thorins face was bright red with the whipped cream.

"I'm surprised Thorin doesn't just leave you somewhere." 

"My mum would kill him. Right that settles it, you will learn from the best , to throw knives."

"You will really get Fili to help me?" Kili had gasped at you , sarcastically. "Oh I see, you want that Lion, over me, I'm hurt y/n."

"No,no, thank you Kili."

Thus, a bond was formed every night the company stopped, Kili would take you from camp, taught you basic defensive techniques and knife throwing.

To say the least, it did not take you long to develop a crush. Fili and Bilbo had became suspicious and decided to sneak up on you two. Why you'd do , not sure, Bilbo supposed to be smart, for all they knew you could've been going at it.

Instead they found you both sparring, undoubtedly they were confused, as you knocked the sword from Kili's hand ,before tackling him. Straddling him, as you looked up to see Bilbo and Fili. Quickly letting go of Kili's wrists, Kili looking up confused too, as you stood up, pulling him up with you.

"Oh, hi, we were just sparring." Too embarrassed to speak, Kili did soon as he noticed his brother and hobbit.  "So, this is what you two have been doing for weeks? 'Sparring'?" Fili didn't believe it, if Thorin knew he would not have, an heir to the throne, left unsupervised with a woman? No way.

"Yes Fili, I've been teaching Y/n how to defend herself." Sweat dripping down both of your faces,  "Right okay, Thorin said it's time for you to have a bath in the quarry, before the dwarves filthy it. Come on y/n." Bilbo had pulled you away, turning your head back to Kili you had sent a smile back to him.

You were back on the road soon enough, Thorin had decided to let the company stop for a night at an inn, an inn with a pub on the side.

Tortuga, the inn you had grew up at.

What day was it? Saturday, you could only hope, you had a huge grin on your face. You had grabbed your stuff,  once everyone was off their pony's, heading in to the inn,

Getting to the desk, to check into the inn, which consequently next to the bar, you in front.  "Aye, it's y/n/n! It's been a while, luv. And you've brought friends, do you all need rooms?"  Sparrow, the owner of the inn had greeted you,with a grin. That man was also very handsome, but too old for you though.

"I know, mum and dad been here a lot though, I assume? Oh I'm, when they next come here, would you be able to give this. And yes please we need for 16." Handing Sparrow the letter from your pocket.

"Of course, okay right it's 2 coins each for the night." The dwarves soon pulled out there coins passing them forward, as did you.

As Sparrow got the keys after counting the coins, he had turned back to you. "Oh, and lucky for you, y/n/n Jareth is here tonight." Sparrow had grinned, as your face flushed.

"Oh,really?" Kili unknowingly to you had also developed a crush on you, the mention of Jareth, made him bubble with jealousy. The company wondered, why such a young woman would be on nickname terms with the pub owner, and who Jareth was. They hadn't seen you as that type of girl, they were right not you, you weren't an alcoholic.

You had all went to your rooms, you had bathed deeply ,  dressed and headed down to the pub for dinner. The company already there, sat at tables, with jugs of ale. There was a space next to Kili, who had waved you over to sit.

Squeezing next to Kili, Sparrow had catcalled you again. "Oi, y/n/n , usual?"  Nodded to his question, Loki the cook had brought out your favourite dinner, as Sparrow brought you an ale.

"You had it ready? Thank you." Sparrow had just winked leaving you to eat your dinner, the others were too busy drinking , but when they had noticed your food, they quickly ordered food.  

"So, you come here regularly?" Kili had questioned as you finished your food, "oh, I'm yes, I travelled with my parents growing up , we had to drop stuff off here in Tortuga often , so we would stay here for the night." You had spoken quickly , wanting to change the subject.

" Transporting goods then?" Kili was intrigued, watching you intensely as you sipped your ale. Really he wanted to know who Jareth was. "Yeah, pretty boring, got to see a lot of places though." After that, a lot of people began to pile in, and the dwarves got drunker.

You knew it was going to be soon, that Jareth would be here. Not long at all, customers getting drunk, it was lively indeed.

Though nothing ever happened between you and Jareth, he still held a place in your heart, as well as being your best friend.

That's when you heard it.

"Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo"  you head had shot up,in search of him, but you couldn't see him.

"You've got your mother in a whirl

She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl

Hey babe, your hair's alright

Hey babe, let's go out tonight

You like me, and I like it all

We like dancing and we look divine

You love bands when they're playing hard

You want more and you want it fast

They put you down, they say I'm wrong

You tacky thing, you put them on."  Then you saw him, on the stage , well sort of a stage. 

Catching sight of his mullet, down to his eyes, he had not noticed you, you wondered if Sparrow had told him you were here.  You hoped he would see you.

"Rebel rebel, you've torn your dress

Rebel rebel, your face is a mess

Rebel rebel, how could they know?

Hot tramp, I love you so!" Thats when Jareth finally caught your eyes, holding eye contact as he sang, Blush upon your face. You had gotten up and went to the bar, ordering something strong, before retiring to your seat.

As Jareth had already started another song, you smacked down your drink.

"There's such a sad love

Deep in your eyes a kind of pale jewel

Open and closed

Within your eyes

I'll place the sky

Within your eyes."  Jareth , catching your eye, gesturing you to come closer , with his hand.

"There's such a fooled heart

Beatin' so fast

In search of new dreams

A love that will last

Within your heart

I'll place the moon

Within your heart"

Standing up , Kili watched you as you walked towards the stranger man, as did the other dwarves. 

"As the pain sweeps through

Makes no sense for you

Every thrill is gone

Wasn't too much fun at all

But I'll be there for you-ou-ou

As the world falls down."

  Jareth had held knelt down, holding his gloved hand for you to take, which you did. Pulling you up onto the stage.  Still holding onto your hand, still singing, as he continued singing, you placed your hand on his shoulder as he placed his other hand on your waist.Kili's heart ached.

"Falling

As the world falls down

Falling

Falling in love."  As you two danced , in sync, you truly loved Jareth, Kili stood up , went to the bar to get another drink.

"I'll paint you mornings of gold

I'll spin you Valentine evenings though we're strangers 'til now

We're choosing the path

Between the stars

I'll leave my love

Between the stars."  Jareth had taught you how to dance, and every time you visited , he'd give you another song he had written for your book.  A book which held all his songs.

"As the pain sweeps through

Makes no sense for you

Every thrill is gone

Wasn't too much fun at all

But I'll be there for you-ou-ou

As the world falls down

Falling

As the world falls down

Falling

Falling

As the world falls down

Falling

Falling

Falling

Falling in love

As the world falls down

Falling

Falling

Falling

Falling in love

As the world falls down

Makes no sense at all

Makes no sense to fall

Falling

As the world falls down

Falling

Falling

Falling in love

As the world falls down

Falling

Falling

Falling in love

Falling in love

Falling in love

Falling in love

Falling in love."  As soon as the song was over, you both had gotten of stage and you had jumped into Jareths arms. 

"Missed you."

"Ditto,"

Jareth had looked over to your table, "so you are travelling with dwarves now?" You had smiled , looking back your table, Kili wasn't there.  "Yes, Jareth, I'm going on an adventure, we have already seen trolls."

Grinning down at you, realisation hit Jareth, and went rushed to his bag quickly before returning back to you with a sheet of paper.

'Magic dance.'

"Just in case you meet a Goblin king. So who is your beloved?" Taking the piece of paper,  looking at into Jareths blue eyes in confusion. "W-what?"

"The dwarf that stormed out, he does not like me."  Jareth had chuckled, as you folded the piece of paper up placing it away.  "We aren't together."

"Maybe you should go check on him, y/n/n, come see me later, I'm staying here tonight." You had briefly hugged Jareth before leaving the pub. 

That's when you heard it, "stupid fucking hairless, fuck."   Local drunks harassing Kili. "Oi, what are you doing?"  The men had turned briefly to look at you, before scoffing. "Fuck of tramp."

You had marched up to the greasy man, pulling by the shoulder, to face you , and kneeing him in the crotch, making the man double over. Kili had punched one of them.  The men soon ran, when you had tackled one of them, beating them into mash, when Kili had pulled you off,the ground, trying to get out of his grip. All the men ran.

"It's me, y/n, stop, if you continued you would have been arrested." Placing , you back onto the floor, Kili had soon walked off, heading to his room, you following. But he had closed the door before you could get in.

This, you climbed up the roof hanging over the roof, to look into Kili's room. Looking like Spiderman. Kili sat on his bed staring at the wall, not moving, jumping when you knocked the window.

He had rushed to the window when he had seen you , hanging of the roof, you definitely couldn't hold on longer. Though Kili wasn't tear stained , it was clear that he was upset.  He had opened the window, helping you in.

"What are you doing? On the roof, what if you fell." He as definitely annoyed, "I would not have, plus I wouldn't have to if you let me in before." You definitely would have fell.

He hadn't answered this time, just sat on the bed, away from you, you sat next to him on the bed. 

"Kili, talk to me, tell me what has made you not yourself. Please, Kili." You didn't dare touch him, but you did placing your hand on his foreman. "Why don't you go to your beloved? You won't be seeming him for a while , instead of bothering me." You had scoffed pulling your hand off of him, you already knew he ran off because of Jareth.

"You are very stupid dwarf, in all honesty, Jareth is my bestfriend, only friend I had growing up, and don't you think he is a bit old for me?" 

"I don't believe it, you like a man that has long soft hair, nothing like me, I can't even grow a beard."

"frankly beards are really gross, tell me that the dwarves don't smell? You know why? Because they drop food all their beards and don't know it."  You had laughed, imagine Bombur going through his beard and finding cheese.

"They do smell,"

"Exactly, and what's wrong with your hair, Kili?" You had turned on the bed, bringing your hand up  to his hair,touching it gently, moving it out for his face. "I think you've got lovely hair, those guys were just idiots, Jareth had to beat them with a soup spoon once, you are not stupid nor hairless. How could they call you hairless? They are bald?"

Cupping Kili's face, to bringing him to face you, looking into his chestnut eyes.  "Y/n, I must confess, that this would not have happened if I did not like you."   And with that you had pressed your lips to his.

"Your eyes can be so cruel

Just as I can be so cruel

Oh I do believe in you

Yes I do" Jareth singing faintly could be heard.

[mendesficsxbombay]

don't you wanna see these clothes on me? | s.m

hello! 2 fics in one month? am i even myself anymore? 

Requested ‘non sexual acts of intimacy’ from this prompt list:

7) one adjusting the other’s jewellery/neck tie, etc

 anon requested this be related to or based on the GRAMMYs

Shawn Mendes was a relatively easy client to work with, anyone would tell you that. There were a few demands to be met, yes, but demands came with every famous person. His demands were always attainable, nothing too out of reach. There’s certain types of food, certain brands of packaged water (do not bring a Dasani anywhere near him or he will riot, she’d learned that the hard way), skin care products should not run out, and so on. She wasn’t his assistant or tour manager to know the details of his rider, but this was her first job on the road, you can’t blame her for being observant. 

She was working very closely with him though, if you count picking out his clothes for the day and helping her actual boss, Tiffany, with his show outfits as working closely. The gig with Tiffany was a chance she had taken a little blindly. She was 21, fresh out of fashion school, and her mind was in bits about potential careers. She’d worked at stores, workshops, assisted designers and interned at a fashion week and penciled down her life into two options - styling and client servicing. Would she rather dress people or would she be the one making business happen for a fashion house to dress people? She had no goddamn idea. 

Right after graduating though, she heard of an opening with a ‘well experienced stylist, in the field of dressing musicians, a travel job with months on the road and suitable perks’, and she sent an application in to the agency. 

She’d read of Tiffany Briseno in her copies of Vogue multiple times. A celebrity stylist with years of experience to her name, most famous for styling a world famous Canadian pop star. He shall not be named because she herself just happened to like his music, a little bit here and there. Not like she lined up to buy a copy of his debut album at Target or anything. Of course not. 

When she was called in for a video interview, Tiffany clearly explained the amount of work that went into styling for a world tour and she clearly needed an assistant who was serious with their job, and not in it for the glamour. She, in turn, explained to Tiffany about how she worked all through university, and how serious she was with her career. Her knees shook under the table she placed her laptop on, praying that Tiffany couldn’t see her body locking up with anxiety through Skype. Tiffany complimented her dedication, but also reminded her that absolutely nothing would compare to having to work on the road. She felt her shoulders sink in subconsciously, smiling and nodding as she had throughout her life and ended the conversation. 

She told her parents about how she applied for this job that was just a lot of work and how she was so sure they were looking for someone with much more experience, not just a clueless grad school kid. The agency did not feel the same apparently, because she found an offer letter in her emails a few days later. She was required to meet the rest of the team and Tiffany in a few weeks’ time, and until then it was her job to look for sourcing options for Sha- for her client.

That was a whole year ago now, and as so many of the crew members said, the road had started to feel like home. 

She bit the inside of her cheek, deep in thought while trying to fix a particularly stubborn crease with her steam iron on the deep red suit jacket he was meant to wear in just a few hours. She always had the option of having someone else do the ironing, but she found it calming, found it easier to collect her thoughts with a steam rod and press in her hands than she did otherwise, so they let her be. 

She took the jacket down from the hangar she was using, neatly placing it on another adjacent hangar, and moved to bring in the Louis Vuitton shirt he would be wearing. Going down the front of the high quality linen she thought of how he recently liked unbuttoning way more buttons than he used to. If this weren’t a red carpet and another regular show he’d be wearing a much tighter shirt to hug around his arms, she remembers taking measurements for his other outfits to the exact inch and he said he liked it that way. A tight shirt or even a wife beater that completely let go of any barrier between showing off his biceps. 

She remembered teasing him at times, and he used to blush furiously, until he started asking her if she was looking. Then it used to be her turn to blush. She thought back to the first leg of tour. She remembers them constantly sneaking around each other - but also finding excuses to share their space. She remembers feeling sparks, and she knew he felt them, too. 

What other explanation could they possibly have for the middle school crush they had on each other? She would love to fend these concerns off by saying he was solely worked up because she was the only girl around his age on the crew. But that would be a lie, she knew the team of runners had a few girls their age - she was friends with them now. And the production teams had people close to them, too, even though they had alternating staff.

She could say that she was the only one working close enough with him, but that wasn’t true either. Telling herself it was just an infatuation would be the biggest lie, it had been months and he still behaved the same way around her. She was tired of having to tiptoe around him for as long as she was doing her job. 

Shawn liked her so, so bad. And there was nothing she could do about it. 

She had started noticing the little signs at first. Anytime he’d bring in water for himself, he had an extra bottle for her. He always saved her a spot at the dinner table. Got disappointed when she didn’t come in for at least half of his soundcheck. He liked having her near the stage when shows actually took place. And then there were bigger signs. He bought her a copy of Leave Your Mark, a book she had been trying to find for months - and when she asked him how he only ducked his head and said he found it at one of the airport bookstores. A quick ask around helped her know that he had contacted the publishers themselves and acquired a copy. 

She had started noticing how the people around them moved away if they were talking. She saw the smiles passed at her every time she stepped out of his dressing room. She knew how Tiffany jumped at every chance of leaving her alone to sort his look out before every show. There were looks and whispers and she saw them all, she felt them all. 

He made her nervous. Not because he was a star. God, no, that phase came and went by in a breath. He made her wonder. He made her think of a future with him, doing what she did and being with him on the run forever. He liked her, and she liked him more than she knew what to do with. 

Unfortunately for her, being together all day did not help. At all. She felt hyper aware of him. Every time he walked into a room, she felt the atmosphere sizzle. She felt the change and there was no ignoring it. Just like now. 

“I can feel you staring at me, you know?” 

She heard him laugh once, walking closer to where she was standing, multiple cases of clothes open around her. “Don’t know why you choose to slave over an iron every day - we have people to do that, you know?”

She sighed, hanging the steam rod onto its pole and turned around to look at him, chest constricting at the sight of him in a plain white shirt, tight as she had mentioned before, wearing a pair of glasses she knew he stole from someone on the team. 

“It feels nice to iron, it helps me-”

“De-stress. I know. But maybe if you just hung out with all of us once in a while you wouldn’t be so stressed…”

She crossed her arms before herself, cocking her head sideways. Get to the point, her expression said. 

“Okay, look, after the awards tonight, everyone wants to go to some club where they’ve booked out a private room for the team. I wanted to know if you’re gonna be coming.” He tucked his hands into his jeans. He was one second away from swaying on his feet because otherwise he looked like a little boy asking for candy he wasn’t supposed to have. 

“Ah - I’m not sure, Shawn,” her face was slowly pulling into a grimace, “All your outfits need to be back out first thing tomorrow morning and we need to send them a review as well… plus I need to get the exact details of your outfit so Tiffany can write it in her piece for GQ, and tha-“

“I knew you would say no,” he smiles immediately, and she’s scared. What did he do now? “Which is why… I have booked a table for us. For the - just the two of us, like a date.” He felt shy, felt like he was in high school asking a girl out for the first time. No smiles on his face anymore, just pure hesitation. “There’s this new place, um, it’s called Antico. You said your favourite cuisine was Italian - Antico is Italian, OH and it also has some great vegetarian food so there’ll be so many options for you to choose from…” he’s doing the thing again. He’s blushing and he can’t stop it. He needs to go to the washroom and splash water on his face. He needs to call his friends and tell them he finally asked his pretty stylist out, for real.  He needs her to say yes. 

She matched his expression. Wide eyes filled with wonder and face flushing hot. Was she even ready to go on a date with him? 

“Sh-Shawn,” she breathes out, barely a whisper. Her eyes had grown wide, and he didn’t know if she was hesitant like him or just horrified. She wasn’t prepared for this, and one part of her wants to hug him, say yes, and then run off into the sunset with him. The other part of her though, the rational part, knows this isn’t possible. “I thin-”

“Oh, there you are!” Tiffany exclaims walking into the room, not really noticing how close together the pair were standing, and immediately starts taking clothes off the rack for Shawn to change into. He immediately steps away from her, knowing how she gets. She wasn’t one for showing too many emotions when she was surrounded by people. She did open up to him sometimes, more than she did with anyone else on the crew. He had a sneaking suspicion that unlike his past advances which were subtle and not very direct, it was this one that fully got her attention to how much he liked her, and it had her flustered. Well that makes two of them. “Is it all done, babe?”

“Yes Tiff just, let me finish the shirt and I’ll bring it to you.”

“Shawn, you wanna move to hair and makeup till we wait for your outfit?” Tiffany walks out the door swiftly, not waiting for him to answer, just calling out his name again to make sure he was following. 

“Mhmm,” he says, walking backwards to the door, eyes still stuck on the girl he has pined after for months now. He refused to go down without a fight. “I’ll wait.”

________________________________________

She sees him again when he is pulling his shirt on with Tiffany straightening the material out from the back. He looks winsome in just the shirt and the red  suit pants, and her mouth nearly waters thinking of the contrast the red of the  blazer would have to his skin. Men who were dressed well always made her thoughts run wild, mostly because she learned to focus on the fit and the cut of the fabric, the attention to detail, the simplicity of the design or the lack, thereof. She paid way more attention to the outfits than the men wearing them. Shawn, however, was a different story. She had come to the gasping realisation that she liked him more than his outfits. And she was screwed, because no one knew how soon all of this would be ending for her. 

He senses her staring holes into his back. When he walked away, he only had her expression as a response to his question, and while he wasn’t worried if she rejected him, even if it hurt real, real bad, and he constantly worried about never finding someone like her, it was okay. He was worried about this running deeper than him, she shouldn’t have to look mortified just at the mention of a date. 

He looks down at his feet, the tailored hem of the pants at perfect length, discreetly raising his head to still find her looking at him. To his pleasure, the corners of her lips were upraised, eyes still on him but not really looking at him. He flashed her a smile, and she quickly realised what she was doing, scrambling to put down his pair of shoes for the evening along with the jewellery box she picked up on the way. 

She starts talking to Tiffany about his accessories, and, something. He can’t really be bothered to be focusing on yet another conversation about what he’s going to wear. He wants to talk to her. He wants to know things she hasn’t told him yet. It’s been a year of this slow burning attraction between them, but is it only attraction if he wants what’s in her mind and not just what he can already see? 

He already knows what stories he wants to talk about over dinner. He wants to tell her about his cheek scar, and then ask where she got the one on her right hand from. He wants to tell her about his high school prom and then ask about hers. He wants to know why she fell in love with fashion the way she did, because it consumed her fully, and she has to make conscious efforts to pay attention to things beyond art and fabric and clothes, he knows she does. He wants a deeper understanding, not for the sake of dissecting her personality, but just to know her, if she only allows him. 

He only zones back in when he knows Tiffany is directly addressing him. “Shawn, you finalised the BVLGARI one last week, we’re still okay with that?”

“Yes,” he says, not sure of where to look, so he continues looking at himself in the mirror. 

“Great, honey, you can put this and the chain on him and I’ll go check with the rest of the team.” Tiffany squeezes her arm with a bright smile, and turns to Shawn again, “Looking good, little Dean, it’s almost show time!” 

Shawn smiles back silently, watching Tiffany leave the room, as does she. She makes quick work of walking back to him and placing the box on the vanity before him. She takes his vest off the rack, helping him get into it and buttoning him up, and then does the same with his blazer, not a word exchanged between them two. 

Shawn used to be an “I can do it myself” guy until Tiffany just had to go ahead and hire the prettiest, shyest girl he’d seen, and he suddenly never wanted to button anything up on his own ever again. 

She carefully picks the royal white and blue beaded necklace from the box where it was placed amongst a few other expensive ones. She clears her throat and he leans his head down out of instinct, coming to a more approachable height for her to hook the necklace in. 

“So,” she starts, and he chokes on a breath he didn’t know he took, “I just, I googled Antico. It looks … upmarket to say the least. Very pretty, though. Looks like a place you would pick.”

She feels his eyes continue to follow her around, she still chooses not to look him in the eye, how could she? She delicately pulls out the chain meant to be hooked into his vest, the one that will complete his look for the night. He looked… beddable, to say the least. 

“But I also saw another thing,” she says, stepping closer into him and he inhales deeply. “Antico doesn’t stay open on the weekends, Shawn. How were we supposed to go there on a Sunday?”

shitshitshit. He’d been caught. Honestly what was he expecting? She’s literally one of the smartest humans he knows, what did he expect her to do? Say yes? No questions asked?

She looks him dead in the eye now, letting out a hmm? and he’s choked up again. He staggers around a bit, she pulls at his hands to adjust his sleeves and tuck in his cufflinks. 

“You said, um,” come on, brain, pull it together. “Remember when we were in  London? And we all went out together and when we got out there was this whole crowd waiting?”

She remembers. Of course she does. It was the first, albeit not the last time she had come really close to having a panic attack in front of all her coworkers. He recognised the look on her face. He’d seen it on his own face in the mirror when he tried to talk himself away from breaking down. He knew what this anxiety felt like, even though years of being in the business had numbed him to large, loud crowds, overzealous fans and intrusive paparazzi alike. He had taken her hand in his and pulled her back inside the pub immediately, calling his driver and asking him to pick them up ‘round the back, and getting out of there in record time. He didn’t know what came over him but he pulled her into his arms as soon as they were in the car. He murmured softly into her ear, he was here, they couldn’t get to her anymore and she had sniffled and cuddled closer - until they reached their hotel and it was back to being a standard five feet apart from each other. It was one of the last times she had gone out with the whole team, especially him. 

“I made a special request, they’re opening up only for us tonight. I don’t really want to stay for the whole show, thought we could sneak out a bit early. I just didn’t want us to be crowded again.”

Her hands froze around his, he left her tongue tied on most days but this was something else. At the lack of response from her, he gently pried her hands off his wrist, holding both lightly in his. “It’s okay if you don’t want to go. I won’t like you any less.”

Her mind rushed back to all the times they had stood close just like this. The time he almost kissed her on her birthday and she almost kissed him on his. The one night they both passed out on the couch in his tour bus, when she wasn’t even supposed to ride with him. She thought about the offer letter that had been in her emails for two days now, offering her a place in the client servicing team for Burberry in London. She thought about the 4 weeks’ notice she had typed out for Tiffany weeks ago, the only reason for her not sending it out standing in front of her. Her mother’s words rang in her head, as they have her whole life. If you’re not moving, you’re not growing. 

He squeezes her hands once, ducking his head to the floor and walking away. She thinks about letting him go, but she refuses to. 

Her fingers clasp around his wrist, pulling the gentle giant back a little bit. 

“Will you wear the silk shirt? The black one?”

He looks confused. Didn’t he just get dressed?

“To Antico? Thought we could match.”

taglist: @shawnwyr​ @mendesstories​ @lanallaa​ @sleepybesson​ @rulerofnocountry​ @luvluvxx​ @wholesomemendes​

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[touchmycoat]

I LOVE YOUR PORN AU!!!!! LIKE SO MUCH - and i'm just. if you don't mind me asking, how - the way you flesh out the characters, their motivations, and feelings in every scene in such an eloquent way, and just little things here and there, a habit or an activity that adds dimension to who they are, and - your prose is wonderful. you achieve this addictive, engrossing narrative space that readers just absolutely melt into, and i have to ask - how did you develop your writing style? 1/2

what books did you read that formatively shaped the way you write? or you know, what did you do to improve your writing? i'm so in awe of how you world-built and established the porn au - like lqg & hc being national taolu champions?? how do you come up with that stuff? i cannot comprehend the amount of research and effort that must've gone into porn au, and i'm just so deeply thankful that you decided to share that with us. i apologize if i'm coming on too strong, but wow. thank you 2/2

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oh my god please don't apologize, when i saw your ask i rolled on the floor giggling hysterically for a solid 15 min, bless your heart

part of the answer to your question—i've taken like, 8 years' worth of creative writing classes/workshops! there was also a transnational literary component to my degree so whenever possible, i took literature classes fksjdfksd so whatever you see and like is definitely the result of a lot of work. My writing from not even 10 years ago but like, 5? horrid, ridiculous, wild, cringe. The Porn AU itself is the second draft of a MUCH more lackluster piece.

about my writing style. gosh, you really know how to make a writer blush. "I like your writing style" is literally an instant kill LMFAO okay okay, the useful answer: my primary criteria for choosing what to write is, don't be obvious, be interesting. Fiction tells us to show, not tell, right? Poetry is about concretizing the abstract. Screenwriting says cut all useless lines. A lot of writing rules and advice—never start with the weather, avoid detailed descriptions of the characters, don't use adverbs, etc.—are all really about this exact sentiment.

I once took a seminar on writing for horror movies. The golden rule of the horror genre is Never Show the Monster, because whatever the audience is imagining is always going to be scarier than what you actually show them. There are obviously exceptions to this (to all writing rules), but in my mind, it's all the same principle.

LONG answer under the cut

So you start with building a scene. I approach it like essay-writing—I state my thesis for the motivations/main propulsion of the plot. "In this scene, LQG and SY are motivated to save Cang Qiong's porn production, so they have sex on camera." Then you build the sub-motivations: "LQG is also doing this because he's pining after SY."

I learned this "thesis-writing" from theater, specifically from writing 10-min plays. Theater is all about characters being driven by their wants and needs, and the reason I say 10-min plays in particular is because longer forms of writing will give you more leeway, but in 10-min, you pretty much need your character motivations established from their very first line. That's why you need that very clear thesis for yourself—if you don't even know what the character wants from the get-go, then you can't establish who they are, what they want, and where they're going to go in a dynamic and interesting way.

So this thesis drives EVERYTHING that happens in your scene, just like an actual thesis for an essay, just like topic sentences for your paragraphs. Once I do this, I have the emotional direction & narrative scope of how much this scene will cover, I have a sense of where it begins and ends. "Begin with the dynamics of their sex. LQG starts showing signs of his feelings. Reveal LQG backstory for exactly what those feelings are and why he isn't telling SY. The rest of the scene implies that LQG's feelings may not be so unrequited, but also sets up the fundamental problem at the heart of the whole fic—SY's inability to comprehend his own feelings." This is kind of my new thesis now. They're having sex; LQG pines; SY doesn't know he himself is pining.

Now it's time to manifest. This is the "storytelling" part, and the hardest lmfao.

Personally, my approach is largely shaped by my very cool screenwriting teacher, who hammered into us: don't fucking waste lines. The Golden Rule of screenwriting is that every line should reveal something new. I found my old writing kind of repetitive, especially on the emotional front, so this is kind of my editing mantra now—is this line either propelling the story or revealing character? If it's revealing character, is it a revelation that has to happen right now, or is it slowing the momentum of the scene?

But these aren't rhetorical questions! "Momentum" doesn't just mean tumble forward as fast as you can, it also means taking the time to draw the bowstring back further, so your next move has even more propulsion. That's why you get the little "LQG has been in love with SY..." cut scene in the middle of the fucking (at least, that's my reasoning for putting it there). Every line has to bring a fresh revelation that "proves" your thesis further.

That brings me to the details. You said you like the details I inject into the world-building, and honestly that's so gratifying to hear, because that means I'm successfully manifesting my intentions, y'know? "Every line has to bring new info" kind of sounds like a tall order, but the most effective way I've seen it done in books and onstage/onscreen is with these hyper-specific details. If you're writing a scene in which someone feels dirty, never have them just say that—have them say they want to take a shower. Show them running out of bleach again as they scrub down the stall after they wash. Begin the scene like "Steve always washes his throat first now." Then pack the scene with even more revelatory details: "Soap in hand, he heard the pipes above his head groan for a half note on adagio, and readied himself for the blast of icy water that always followed." Shitty shower, probably not rich, is likely a classical musician.

By the same token, I want to build LQG's character. The "Liu Qingge has been in love with Shen Yuan" section is the first insight we get into his background and perspective, right, so: I need to establish LQG's emotional context for filming this scene -> I can characterize him as a nut for martial arts in the same stroke -> so this takes place at a gym, beating up sandbags is a classic way of showing manly emotional distress -> so give me more details on this gym -> Puqi Gym, XL the martial god is obviously the owner -> how do I have XL & LQG a relationship beyond gym owner & client? They spar together -> I want XL & HC's position in this AU to mirror their god/ghost king statuses in TGCF canon -> how can I concretize their fighting prowesses in real-world details? -> they're martial arts champions -> what's an actual competitive martial art form that involves weaponry? -> wushu -> wikipedia Wushu, find taolu weapons sparring

(I just realized that in my songxiao daycare AU, Hualian are Olympic gold medalists by the same narrative logic laksjdnflaksjdnflsd)

So, that's the flow of logic behind my world-building lmao. It's all in the details. Leverage is one of my all-time favorite TV shows and the way they build their stories is super inspiring. If their thesis is "the rich and powerful take what they want, we steal it back for you," they manifest it in the most specific and concrete narratives: mine workers who like the work but are fighting for workplace safety vs. the money-grubbing mine owner who will blow up their livelihoods if it means a bigger payday; the little girl from Iraq with refugee status forced to be an accomplice to antique smuggling vs. international smuggler with a fetish for British royalty.

Last pieces of writing advice I've gotten: pay attention to the real world. A writing exercise we did was just sit in a public spot and make concrete observations on our surroundings. There are stories in everything!!! I learned to observe things like weird holes in the concrete (earthquake? drilling accident? bullet mark?), odd patches of moss or bird shit (look overheard: it's an AC unit dripping water for the former and nesting swallows for the latter), ladies in flipflops walking alongside ladies in high heels (excited mother walking her antsy daughter to the bus for the daughter's first job interview—the daughter's shirt collar is unfashionable and she's taking the bus, so there's a good chance the shoes were passed down, maybe from an office lady aunt. Maybe she's even overdressed for the interview, so will her outfit be an unintended source of tension once she gets to the interview? Is it a group interview, to make the comparison more stark?).

Also, write what you know. You know why SY is a video editor in porn AU? Because I'm a video editor. One of my more popular MDZS fics is set in a plant shop 'cause I worked in a plant shop. SL was First AD in Bachelor!AU 'cause I was First AD on a set once. Concrete details like the editing software having a split-screen, always answering questions about how often to water plants, and being up until 3AM editing call-sheets are the ones that will fully immerse your readers.

And if you can't do the actual things, just watch someone who is, listen to them talk, pick up lingo, and fake it. I watched like a 15-min vox video on fencing for the fencing!AU and a 45-min music theory video on the hospital pianist!AU (also I started learning piano sklfjnlsdjlfkjsd). Of course, I just finished reading a wangxian fic that had me going, "holy fucking shit, the author is literally getting their masters in a music program" so my 45-min youtube video ain't shit, but if you just need a little bit of character establishment, then it's enough to do the trick.

Anyways, tl;dr. Find the details, find the tension. Never tell outright what the tension is supposed to be, manifest it instead. Make the manifestation as interesting as possible, and if it's meant to be funny, make it funnier.

Sorry this turned into a fucking lecture lskjnflskdjnflskd but last thing, someone asked me before if I had formative authors, and this was the list I wrote at the time:

Angels in America (play) by Tony Kushner

The God of Small Things (novel) by Arundhati Roy

The Penelopiad (novel) by Margaret Atwood

“Litany in Which Certain Things are Crossed Out” (poem) by Richard Siken

Night Sky with Exit Wounds (poetry) by Ocean Vuong

Giovanni’s Room (novel) by James Baldwin (and then Go Tell it on the Mountain and then his essays)

Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger

And, ooh, now that I have this list I think I can even roughly sort it as such: Kushner, Atwood, Siken, and Salinger I really latched onto for their dialogue and very present narrator voice—same is true for Go Tell it on the Mountain. Roy, Vuong, and Giovanni’s Room, I think, are texts more representative of the kind of saturated figurative language I like, and emulate. Of course they all do imagery and voice and overall structure amazingly, but that’s the rough dividing line I’d draw.

But yeah James Baldwin is my fucking hero.

[zosociologist]

“Dating Johnny Thunders would be like...” Headcannon

(a/n: I will either be loved for finally making this, or hated because it took this long; this is also kinda longer than my usual dating headcannons because I was really feeling the first meeting idea; "MWABRIM" you know da vibes😌🍷)

Warnings: Implied smut, but nothing severe.

(a/n: ALSO, I MADE THE FOLLOWING GIF MYSELF BECAUSE APPARENTLY THE CITIZENS OF TUMBLROPOLIS DON'T KNOW WHAT A MATTRESS IS DUE TO THEM SLEEPING ON JOHNNY FOR ALL THESE YEARS)

You and Johnny met each other under funny circumstances

You own a nice little unisex boutique that all the lovers of ✨G L A M✨ and daring fashion are OBSESSED with

Rockers, groupies, and even big artists and musicians alike are in and out of your store daily for eye-catching and jaw dropping pieces

It only made sense to see him come in one evening with a friend of his that didn't look too bad himself

You were ringing up a customer, but not really paying attention to their advances as they were trying their hardest to flirt and fucking FAILING.

You were too busy checking out the dark haired guy staring down a pair of cheetah print platform boots that you'd love nothing more than to see him rock the hell out of😩

Everything was good until you were caught slipping and he saw you eyeing him returning a cute smirk in your direction...

In which you panicked and finally went back to minding the customer who finally gave up with the flirting

By the time you looked back over to the table stand with the platforms, he and his friend were gone, and so were the cheetah print boots (you celebrated in your head over that little detail) they had moved onto looking at blouses

About two customers later, you turned around to place a black sheer glitter and feathered robe that a customer decided they weren't getting in a basket to return to it's aisle, when you hear someone on the other side of the counter clear their throat and greet you-

Slightly startled yet hopeful you turn around a little faster than you would have liked to see the dark haired mystery man and his friend ready to check out-

"I didn't mean to scare you", "No! It's fine I was just putting away some things, you didn't scare me at all. Did you both find what you were looking for?", "Yeah everything turned out fine, this is a nice place you've got here. You don't have to worry, we weren't gonna steal anything, in case that's why you were peaking a little."

You wanted to sink into the floor-

"Oh god no, I didn't think that at all- *immediately thinks of lie to cover up that you were staring because he's hot* -I just saw that you were looking at the cheetah platforms, I'm glad you're getting them. They'll look good on you(:" *you had to take a chance bc you'd never forgive yourself if you didn't*

It payed off and THEN some. He introduced himself as Johnny and his friend's name was David. He told you about their group and invited you to see them the following night

Of fucking course you were gonna go see them, how could you say no?!

The following day you closed the shop early and rounded up some close friends for pregame and then you all headed to the club where "The New York Dolls🍸" would be playing, and to your surprise the person at the door said that you were on "the list" and guided you and your friends to one of those rounded booths close enough and with perfect view of the stage.

When the show started the boys came out and you saw Johnny. With a Gibson Les Paul Special in hand. And wearing the fucking platform boots. The match you lit to light your cigarette almost fell on you while you watched in awe. The whole show was nothing less than an out of body experience that you'd replay in your head for weeks to come.

After the show when the crowd died out, you and your friends stayed back as ordered by the same doorman.

When the Dolls came out from the dressing rooms you all got acquainted and they invited you and your friends to this cool afterparty and you and Johnny were together the entire way to the kickback just vibing off of the concert high✨

The afterparty was a blessing in disguise because in the house where it took place there where so many spots where you two could be away from the crowd and just talk and actually get to know each other

So there you both were, lounging in a poolside conversation pit just watching the stars and getting wrapped up in deep and meaningful conversation (all elevated by some trees you scored from one of your friends to smoke😌)

Okay so maaaybe you both got really into the moment. AND MAAAYBE you ended up having fucking COSMIC high sex when you both ditched the party and headed back to your place. BUT WHAT MATTERED MOST is that you really love this guy and he loves everything about you😩

He admires you and loves your bold persona and lifestyle and you love his drive and will to just exist and perform unapologetically

Johnny is a man that loves to give affirmations, he absolutely loves to praise you and give compliments whenever he can. He was over at your apartment once helping you rearrange your living room, and you were hanging up a painting that you got recently and hung it up crooked on accident....this man said that the crookedness adds 💫character💫 to the room....😗.......chile.......anyways........

You love the fact that he is actually a hopeless romantic so you don't feel cheesy when asking him out on a stroll in the park or to go stargazing, most of the time he beats you to it actually!

You are convinced Johnny is obsesssssed with your apartment. He always jumps at the opportunity of you inviting him over because you make it such a safe space. He writes a lot of his music over in this one corner of your bedroom where you managed to fit a green velvet corner sofa, next to this big window that overlooks other apartments and the city skyline.

You also have a collection of memoirs and other books that you hold dear to you and he very much enjoys laying his head in your lap while you read to him and then discuss thoughts and interpretations about each chapter. You usually follow up these literature hours by blazing some herbs while you play a few choice records. That's a typical Sunday evening for you guys.

The support you two have for each other is OFF THE CHARTS. You show up and show out for EVERY one of his shows and you'd always tell your friends, and then they'd tell their friends and the chain continues.

Johnny is in your boutique Every Other DAY. Either by himself or with one of the boys and it's worse than before now that you've given him a pass to inventory. He buys the good shit before you can even get them onto the shelves and hangers😖

He also finds it hot that you can flip the sign on the dressing room doors to occupied (he likes to see how quiet you can stay when he-....you know😉)

Did I already say that he loves everything about you? BECAUSE HE DOES. You're like a- in his words, "fucking ANGEL that was sent down as a pardon in this cruel world💞"

He absolutely adores your skin and loves to watch you take care of it, and he loves when you wash and take care of your hair as well and even asks to help you out sometimes. His favorite thing ever is helping you put curlers in and massaging your scalp with oil or grease, it feels like you're getting a spa treatment to him and honestly, it kinda makes him feel like he doesn't do anywhere NEAR enough to keep his hair healthy like he should.

He loves your smile and how you laugh at some of the shittiest jokes and even things that people wouldn't understand. Your occasional jists of sarcasm always get him too.

He also likes to hold you. There will sometimes be random points in the day where he won't say a word, just walk up behind you and rest his head on your back. You never question it, you find it wholesome and endearing. And sometimes you do the same thing. He could be in the middle of practicing on his guitar and you'll just lay your head on his shoulder and he'll put everything aside just to give you his attention because he feels you deserve that much, and then some.

You both have a passion for many interests and a passion for each other and that's why you work so well together

Call it cliche if you WANT but you were literally MADE for one another💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

[alwaysdowntohidewithyou]

“Most parents will be familiar with the experience of being ignored by their teenage offspring. Tormented by my daughter's incessant loud singing around the house, I've lost count of the number of times I pleaded: 'For God's sake, Florence, please put a sock in it.'

Of course, she didn't take a blind bit of notice. Just as well, really. My daughter is Florence Welch, of Florence And The Machine.

She is 22, lauded as the next big thing and her debut album Lungs has been sitting at No2 in the charts, behind the late Michael Jackson.

She has won the Critics' Choice Award at the Brits and was this week nominated for a Mercury Music Prize. She's even been on Radio 4's Woman's Hour, for goodness sake, not to mention Jonathan Woss.

This has all happened in the space of a couple of years, and it takes some getting used to.

Florence was born into an Anglo-American middle-class family. Her mother, Evelyn, is an American art historian and I worked in advertising. We lived in South London, we took holidays in Cornwall.

There was music in the house and there were books. There were performers and musicians on both sides of the family. I took Florence and her younger sister Grace to violin lessons (ouch) but it wasn't their passion.

Because of her mother's work, Florence did have an early exposure to Renaissance painting, which may have had an influence on the somewhat visceral world view expressed in her lyrics. As a child, she was particularly fascinated by Mantegna's Circumcision Of Christ, and by various paintings of the martyrdom of St Agatha, who had her breasts cut off.

Florence, always a difficult sleeper, was often as an infant encouraged to nod off by being wheeled around the sitting room in a pushchair to the accompaniment of loud music.

Her earliest subliminal influences include The Smiths (whom she found highly soporific) and Syd Barrett (less so). We also tried works by The Soft Machine, REM, The Go-Gos.

One evening a few years ago when I was passing Florence's bedroom I heard her shouting out: 'That's amazing, I'm having a bloody epiphany.'

I poked my head around the door and saw her sitting on the bed with a huge pair of headphones on. She had, it appeared, just listened for the first time to Jefferson Airplane's White Rabbit.

People have asked whether there was a moment when I realised that Florence had a gift. There was. It happened during a performance of Bugsy Malone at her school, Alleyn's, in Dulwich. Florence was ten or 11 and she was playing the lead female part of Blousey Brown.

At school productions, parents are usually interested only in the efforts of their own offspring, but when Florence sang, the whole audience was suddenly fully engaged. I remember thinking: 'Cripes, she's got a voice - this is serious.'

It wasn't just her perfect pitch - she had the essence of phrasing and timing which makes a good singer great.

On the basis of her phenomenal performance she was co-opted to sing a rather obscure and difficult Gilbert And Sullivan song at my father's memorial service at St Bride's in Fleet Street in 1997.

My father, Colin, was a journalist and satirist who had been deputy editor of the Daily Telegraph and a parliamentary sketchwriter for the Daily Mail, so the great and good of Fleet Street were there. Florence sang brilliantly in front of scores of weeping crumblies.

After this she became something of a fixture at funerals. When I recently gave her a hard time about the dark quality of her lyrics - the first song she wrote was called My Boy Builds Coffins - she said: 'You made me sing at funerals. What do you expect?'

Florence spent her later teenage years in a mysterious group called the Toxic Cockroaches. Her mother and I, by now divorced, probably did not pay enough attention.

Having won a place at Camberwell School Of Art, she sang with a band called Ashok.

On one occasion she called me from Greenwich, angling for a lift home. Her band, she said, weren't there but there were some others around who she might play with. I turned up and watched her sing two songs, which were phenomenal.

No, she said afterwards, she hadn't rehearsed. No, she had had no idea what she was going to sing when she got on stage. This stunned me then and still stuns me now.

Florence and her bandmates were 'spotted' by an old-school music manager and there was talk of a contract. 'Don't sign anything until we've had a chance to have a look at it,' we implored. 'Yeah, yeah,' said Florence - and went ahead and signed it.

That's where it all could have gone off the rails. She was 19 and miserable, in the wrong band, life signed away, career over before it had begun. Despite my misgivings, I became a bit of a rock dad, and phoned a friend who was a music lawyer.

It turned out the contract was only binding on Florence as part of the band, so all she had to do was resign. After that we paid a bit more attention.

Florence engaged her present manager, Mairead Nash, one half of the achingly fashionable Queens Of Noize club night promoters, by trapping her in a club washroom and singing an Etta James song at full volume. Their partnership has worked pretty well so far.

Once established in her own right, and aided and abetted by Mairead and the 'thunderous' Machine, Florence's progress has been swift and spectacular.

Last year I was the one driving Florence and a two-man Machine around Europe in her stepmum's camper van, following in the wake of the MGMT (another popular band) tour bus - all for the princely sum of €75 a gig.

This year it is a professional driver, Florence, a five-piece Machine and a road crew in their own tour bus.

I still go to some gigs, but my small part in this drama is, to a great extent, over. I thoroughly enjoyed it, and my early days as de facto tour manager are a great source of envy to my fifty-something chums who would give their eye teeth for the chance to go 'on the road' with a band, man.

There are, of course, alarming aspects to the whole thing. I have witnessed Florence clambering up the gantry at Glastonbury in 6in heels and I have seen her being passed around the audience at a gig with Pete Doherty.

Indeed, I shared a light ale or two with the rock and roll Rimbaud and found him to be quite charming, if a trifle vague. I must admit, though, a report that he had proposed to Florence earlier in the evening did cause a momentary attack of the vapours.

It is all exciting. But a word of warning to any potential pop stars and their parents: it is also expensive. Florence has received reasonable advances, but had to use them to pay for a lot of the band's running costs.

Florence will, we hope, make some money, but only if she sells a lot of CDs and gets film tie-ins - and after she has repaid her advances.

I may have to wait for quite a while for that bungalow in Weybridge that all rock stars seem to buy for their parents.

The fact that Florence has become public property can invade one's life and conversation. We do have evenings within her extended family where all mention of the 'daffy diva', as I call her sometimes, is forbidden.

Her sister Grace is at Sussex University, and so is able to get away from the all-embracing tsunami that Florence's life has become.

Florence's 15-year-old brother, JJ, thinks it's all pretty cool, and finds the connection with a pop star a good way to develop conversations with girls.

I do occasionally feel a twinge of unease about this whole extraordinary thing, and I remember the first time I felt it. It was more than a year ago and Florence was playing a gig in an inexplicably fashionable joint in Hoxton, Hackney.

Practically every A&R man in London was there. As I watched Florence putting her heart and soul into the performance, I glanced round at the audience.

There were the fans, wild-eyed and transported by the experience. And there were the A&R men, with quiet, thoughtful faces. They weren't here to enjoy themselves, they were taking care of business, and the business was my daughter. That's just the way it is - no worse than any other business, but it was a sobering thought.

It was also at this gig that one of the A&R men who knew that I was Florence's father turned to me with a quizzical expression as she launched into another of her perverse, Gothic tales of death, dismemberment, and bloody revenge.

'I know what you're thinking,' I shouted, 'but I can assure you she had a perfectly normal upbringing.'”

-Nick Welch, 2009 (x)

[ff-imagines]

I JUST REALIZED I DIDN'T GIVE SALTY ENOUGH LOVE SO PLS MAKE A SALTY TOFU STORY*don't rush,i just realized this in 1:40 in the morning

I don’t dance.

Pairing: salty tofu x MA reader

Pronouns: x

Summary: salty doesn’t like social gatherings, and he needs some help letting loose~

Warnings: x

Salty tofu huffed, picking at his sleeves nervously while shifting foot to foot.

He couldn’t believe you talked him into this.

He chewed his tongue pericing with his molars, huffing as he scanned the room.

You’d said you needed his support while visiting a higher up chefs party, a food soul to prove your status as a master attendant, so to speak, and you trusted no one more than you trusted salty tofu.

Well, when you’d said it’d be party, he didn’t expect a goddamn mansion.

But that did explain why you were so insistent he dress up nicely for the occasion. He couldn’t recall a single time he’d ever worn a suit.

Yet here he was, in a white dress shirt, black slacks, hair tied back into intricate braids, makeup minimal but finely finished to complete his look. He looked professional -or however professional you can seem while wearing chains on your slacks- but he felt absolutely miserable as he stood by the door to the ballroom.

He really wanted to just make a quick exit, but of course, you had to be insistent on talking to other chefs, “building connections” you’d called it.

He called it a waste of his goddamn time for people who wouldn’t even blink if news of your violent murder came to them.

He fiddled with his cuffs, rolling them up and unrolling them, buttoned and unbottoning them, eyes darting around the room trying to spot you, no such luck.

He snarled to himself.

Surely this night had gone on long enough, you both could start making your way to the exit soon.

He rolled up and patted down his sleeves, making sure they were mostly unwrinkled from his fidgeting, and darted towards the crowd, determined to find you as quickly and easily as possible.

Easier said than done, as it seemed fate had a cruel way of toying with him. The music has started into a happier tone, the period of music being used as white noise was over, and people seemed to flood to the dance floor, eager to enjoy the happy chords of the musicians.

He scowled, aiming to hang close to the walls as to avoid anyone trying to pull him towards the action.

You had a different plan for him.

You’d noticed he seemed to be pacing the room, sticking close to the walls as if stepping any further out would lead him to fall off a mountain. You caught up to him, gently linking arms with him.

He seemed surprised at first, then what seemed like a wave of relief washed over him.

“There you are, I’ve been hunting for you all night.” He huffed, sounding exasperated.

“Were you? Well, I’m right here now.”

“That you are. Now we can leave, if you’re done at your ice cream social, here?” He looked around the room, lip curled in disgust.

“Hm. Not quite.”

His face showed clear annoyance, an eyebrow raised while he questioned,

“Fantastic. What else is left? I’m sure by now you’ve talked to everyone you need too.”

You glanced towards the musicians, strumming happily while couples, friends, and strangers alike swayed along, faces wide with joy and revelry.

“I’m not finished here with you.”

His eyes widened as he saw the grin on your face, following your eyes to the dance floor. He pulled his arm from yours, putting his hands up defensively.

“No. No no. Nice try. I don’t dance, babe.”

“Not yet, you don’t.”

He furrowed his brow, fingers curling into his palm as he bit his cheek.

“There’s no space to even learn. I don’t even know where to start.”

He looked off to the side, huffing and crossing his arms.

You tilted your head, remembering the small tour the host of the party gave you, and you smiled again, reaching your hand for salty to take.

“Come on. I remember somewhere perfect.”

He looked back at you, eyes scanning you and the room around him.

“I...”

He sighed dramatically.

“Fine. Where are you talking about? Is it home, by any chance?”

He took your hand carefully, not squeezing very hard. He didn’t seem enthusiastic about having to spend time near other people any longer than he already had.

“This way. Follow me.”

You lead him across the floor, and out of the room, taking a grand staircase and taking a left down a corridor. Saltys grip tightened slightly now and then, but his footsteps grew lighter and less burdened the further away the voices sounded. Eventually after a few turns, you landed yourself at a door frame, leading to a balcony.

Letting go of saltys hand, you opened the door and stepped outside. Holding the door open, you waved for salty to follow. He looked at you, and then to the balcony, stepping forward catiously. Once he was placing his hands on the railing and looking out at the view, you quietly shut the door and slowly walked to join him.

He noticed your presence, only glancing at you before sighed and leaning his upper body on the cold stone rail.

You mimicked him, scooting a little closer and resting your head on his shoulder.

“I know you hate this stuff. I do too, it’s never exactly fun at these events for anyone. But it means a lot that you came, you know?”

He castes his gaze downward at the grass below, awknowledging you with a grunt.

“I hope everyone was nice to you here. I really tried to make your hair look nice, but it’ll never really be anything close to as good as you do mine.”

He smiled, puffing a light laugh. He turned his head to see you fully, using a hand to lift your chin closer towards him and peck your forehead.

“It looks great. But, I could do without the shirt and pants. I can barely breathe, too restrictive, too thick.”

You chuckled.

“We’re in the same boat. I could swear they use these kind of clothes as torture devices.”

He went back to leaning on the rail.

“Hah. They most likely use this whole experience to make prisoners talk.”

You did the same, looking at him while he focused on the scenery of the night.

“It’d work on me.”

You stood in silence for a moment, simply looking at the night sky and back to salty, smiling at him gently whenever he caught you staring. The music and laughter of the party goers below could still be heard, but it was severely muffled. Nothing but an after thought. White noise.

It seemed he’d calmed down greatly, his jaw no longer clenched so tight and shoulders slightly dropping as he relaxed.

Then, he let out a chuckle.

“About what you said in the ballroom...”

You turned your head to him.

“Hmm?”

He still looked out to the night sky, but even in the low light, you could see his face getting slightly red.

“about dancing.”

You turned your body to face him more, still leaning on the cold rail.

“About teaching you?”

“Yeah, that.”

You cocked your head, waiting for him to continue.

He turned his head to you, a shaky, nervous smile at his lips. He flicked his eyes from you to the side, licking his lip.

“Well.... what are you waiting for?”

You grinned, taking his hands and walking him to the center of the balcony.

He gripped your hands lightly, completely unsure of what was protocol in this moment. He barely met your eyes, looking at your hands and at the floor with clear uncertainty.

You took one of his hands and placed it on your waist, and the other you squeezed a few times reassuringly.

You giggled, watching his face contort into confusion and slight embarrassment.

“Uhm.... alright... what now?”

You put your free hand on his shoulder, and took a step to the right.

“Follow my lead, ok?”

He nodded, looking down at your feet as his guideline.

You took a few back and forth steps, gigging lightly at his rigid way of following along.

You let go of his shoulder, and tapped on his nose. He looked up, furrowing a brow.

“Eyes on me. Don’t worry about messing up. Just sway with me. Step by step. Why don’t you take the lead?”

He looked back down to your feet, then to the side. You stepped a little closer, placing your hand back on his shoulder.

“I won’t let you step on my toes.”

He inhaled deeply, sighed. He looked back up to you, seemingly unsure.

“Well, too much anyway.”

He squeezed your hand a little tighter while he gave you a small smile, rolling his eyes.

He took a step to the left, and you followed. A small step to the right, and you followed.

You stepped even closer to him, and swayed your upper body a little to the muffled music. He seemed stone like, but soon you felt him trying to relax, and study what you were doing. He let himself sway along you.

“There you go! See, it’s not so hard after all.”

He chuckled, his face had gone down in blushing, but the remnants of dusty rose still adorned his cheeks and nose.

“I suppose not...”

He grinned, his eyes slowly seemed to be getting their confident glimmer back.

He slowly let go of your waist, stepped back slightly and twirled you around while gripping tightly onto your hand. You laughed, and his eyes seem to really shine again. He pulled you back towards him, and you followed his lead, except you draped your arm over him, resting it at the crook of his neck. For the first time in the night, he seemed to beam as you brought yourself closer to his chest.

He stopped moving his feet, and let go of your hand to wrap his arms around you waist snugly. You snaked the other arm around the back of his neck, pulling him into you. He turned his head, kissing your cheek, and moving down to nip at your jaw. You leaned you head back, squirming as his teeth grazed the skin. He slid a hand up to comb through your hair, pushing you up towards him again. You gladly complied, tightneing one arm around his neck while pulling the other back to brush your fingers lightly across his jawline. He giggled softly, before closing the gap between you two. You could tell this dance has gotten him flustered, his lip piercing was slightly warmer than the rest of his face, spare his cheekbones, still ever so slightly brushed with red. The kiss didn’t last long, he was smiling too much and your teeth kept clacking together noisily. He pulled back, still lightly giggling.

He pulled his arms away, and gently placed them on the sides of you head, combing through your hair. He kissed you nose, lingering for a second before resting his forehead against yours.

“Thank you for the dance, my love.”

[punk-rock-pixie]

Y'all literally don't shut up about them, so just.... DO THEM ALL. ALL THE FUCKING QUEEN ASKS (Ps. Y'all would be cute with young Brian May and MAYBE Roger Taylor but mostly Bri. Okay bye)

Lord… Okay. I guess I did say that I would answer them all at once. I just wasn’t expecting someone to do it.

(Also aw. lmao)

I’m gonna do it all under the cut.

Who would you dance with if you got the chance?

When you say dance what do you mean? Slow, fun, or like??? Idk. Probably John Deacon

Whose voice do you like least of the 3 singing members of the band?

I DON’T I LOVE THEM ALL PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME CHOOSE.

In your opinion what is the worst outfit any of them ever wore?

Hard Life. It’s rediculous and I love it. (Actually highkey would totally wear John or Brian’s costumes lmao)

If you could steal one of their features what would you take? (ie. Roger’s eyes, Brian’s hair, John’s butt, Freddie’s stache etc.)

Roger’s Eyes. I don’t think I’d look good with the other two lmao

Have you ever seen Highlander or Flash Gordon?

I’ve seen Flash a couple times. It’s super bad lmao

Is there a Queen song you really don’t like? If so what is it?

Is it a cop out to say some stuff from Hot Space? I really don’t enjoy much off Hot Space other than maybe Cool Cat.

Do you know how to boil an egg?

I don’t, but I’m sure a quick google search will tell me.

Opinion of Hot Space

I guess I answered this one, but I’m not a huge fan. Given what was being done behind the scenes at the time.

If you were friends with the band who would you go to for comfort?

TRICK QUESTION. I internalize all my problems because I cannot burden people lmao

What Queen song can you absolutely not skip even if you’re not in the mood for it?

‘39 and Good ol Fashioned Lover Boy

I’m In Love with My Car. Love it or Hate it?

A jam ™ lmao

Do you play Scrabble?

Not often but my sis and I do sometimes. I love that the band did that while on tour.

Who has the best fashion sense in the band?

All? All of them… 

If you could meet any of the three living band members (including sneaky Deaky) who would you choose to meet?

Brian. He’s been such an inspiration to me and his solos were the reason I began playing in the first place.

If you had to pick an inanimate object to have a crush on would it be a car or a guitar? (Yes, I’m poking fun at Brian and Rog)

I’m already mocked for being in love with my music so defs guitar.

Have you been inspired to pursue something musical because of Queen?

Literally all of my music career.

Millionaire Waltz or Dreamer’s Ball?

BOTH?

If you were friends with the band who do you think would come to you for comfort or advice?

I’m not sure. I feel like John might, but it’s hard to say. People generally seem to open up a lot to me because I am a listener but?????

Do you want to be a penguin when you grow up?

Always. Slide on my belly and avoid financial problems? Hell yeah.

Who do you think is the best looking member of the band?

UH. Brian. Uhm. I haven’t had a crush on him for over half my life lmaooo Although Roger was and still is a very pretty person lmao

Opinion on Queen + Adam Lambert

It’s not Freddie, and it never will be. However, Lambert is very talented and I am so excited to see them in Concert this summer! I’m sure they will be great

F**k, Marry, Kill… go!

UH. UHHHH. 

Fuck Rog

Marry Brian

Kill Paul lmao????

Favorite outfit worn by any of them

I love their Radio Ga Ga outfits so much, “Crazy Little Thing Called Love”, and Brian’s “Don’t Stop Me Now” look. Also there’s an early look from Roger that makes me cry when I see it, but I don’t remember what tour it was

This is them respectively:

Is there a song by Queen that you feel is overrated?

Not completely, but I feel there are some very UNDERrated songs

Have you seen Queen in any form? (With Freddie or Adam or Paul)

Nope, but seeing them in summer!!!

Do you follow any of the band on social media?

Of course I do lmao

Do you own any Queen albums and on what format are they? (Vinyl, tape, cd, etc)

I don’t actually, but I listen non stop on spotify lmao

Freddie with or without the ‘stache?

I think the stache was a very iconic look, but I love them both.

Favorite song written by Freddie?

Defs “I was Born to Love You” 

John with long hair or short?

Short. 

Favorite John song?

I love “You’re my Best Friend” because he wrote it for his wife, and it makes me so happy

Do you like badgers?

They p rad

Favorite Brian written song?

Driven by You or ‘39 defs

Rog with or without sun/glasses?

Defs without. He has a nice face

Favorite Roger song?

It’s lowkey not good, but I love it so much “Future Management” Aka (You don’t need nobody else but me)

Do you think you could beat any of them at Scrabble?

Not at all

Do you think you could out drink any of them?

DEFS NOT. I am such a light drinker. One swig of (probably aged) vodka was enough to put me out lmao

Whose house would you choose to live in?

idk I never went to their houses?

Thoughts on the song 39?

I think I’ve made it clear lmao

Do you like cats?

Very much!

Do you like kids?

I just get anxious around them

Do you like space?

VERY MUCH

Do you like cars?

I was never quite able to, but my dad is and so was one of my exes which is where I get me (very minimal knowledge)

Favorite album?

Great fuckin question

Who has the nicest eyes in the band?

You already fuckin know but also they all do! Especially when they all smile. 

If you could go back in time to any concert they ever performed, which would it be?

I would love to see Wembley or Liveaid tbh, but I’d also love to see when they just start after Smile.

Do you think John Deacon will ever come out of hiding?

Not sure, and I think we should 100% respect him and his family and his privacy tbh??? Like??? Let him live.

Who do you think will outlive the rest?

Brian probably because he bikes so much.

Do you prefer pre or post synth Queen?

I’m okay with both! I think they’re both good for different reasons!

If you could tell any one band member something (including Freddie) who would it be and what would you say?

Of course Brian. I would thank him (and the rest of the band) for inspiring me so much. Probs about the story of first hearing them on the radio and listening to those solos and saying that I wanted to do that. Idk. 

Realistically, I’d probably be trying not to cry and make a fool of myself and ultimately fail…

OKAY THAT WAS ONE DOWN….

Bohemian Rhapsody - What matters to you more than anything in the world?

My music and my friends probs?

Don’t Stop Me Now - What makes you feel unstoppable?

Hitting belt notes perfectly

Another One Bites The Dust - What one thing would you wipe off the face of the earth?

Mosquitoes and homophobes

Under Pressure - How stressed are you currently?

Not particularly. Just tired

We Will Rock You - What was the last concert you went to?

It was Anne Wilson, Rick Springfield, and (I think his name is) Jeff Beck. Went with my family over summer

Somebody To Love - Are you looking for somebody to love?

I have someone. I’m polyamorous, but I’ve very happy with the person I’m with!

We Are The Champions - What achievement are you most proud of?

Still staying passionate about my music no matter what.

Radio GaGa - What do you think of today’s popular music?

I respect the artists but I’m more into oldies.

I Want To Break Free - If you could move to any part of the world, where would you want to live?

NOT BECAUSE OF QUEEN I SWEAR. I’M NOT BEING SARCASTIC But I’d love to move to England. I was there when I was 13 and I fell in love with it. Either there or the LA area

Love Of My Life - Have you ever had your heart broken?

More times than I’d like to admit lmao

Killer Queen - What is your favourite thing about yourself?

my resilience 

The Show Must Go On - What is something you will never give up?

Music. 100%

Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Name some of your favourite musicians.

You mean other than Queen? Lmao. I’m a fan of Heart, Fleetwood Mac, Cheap Trick, Beatles…. oldies lmao Also Fell in love with a ghost is really good. 

Who Wants To Live Forever - If you could be immortal, would you?

I don’t think so… I think I would get bored and like it can also get really sad yknow?

Fat Bottomed Girls - What are some traits you look for in a partner?

TREAT ME LIKE A DAMN HUMAN, make me laugh, be passionate and outspoken, COMMUNICATE…. 

Superficially, I’m generally partial to people being taller than me (even though my partner is shorter lmao) and other musicians (so long as they are humble cuz bitch I can do that too)

I Want It All - If you could have anything in the world, what would it be?

To live comfortably and have good mental health.

OKAY WE HAVE ONE MORE….

1) Brian’s fluffy hair or Deaky’s fluffy hair?

Brian lmao

2) How do you feel about Freddie’s 1976 brushed back hair?

What a look tm

3) Roger’s drum solos or Brian’s Guitar solos?

Of course the guitar solos. Though, I can appreciate the drums as well

4) Favourite member of Queens entourage over the years?

Unsure?

5) Most underrated Freddie look?

Idk that it’s underrated but oof those Harlequin days. Also that one sequin jumpsuit is such a look. 

6) would you rather work on Freddie and Rogers Kensington Market stall or go to Uni with Brian?

I think the stall because going to uni… There’s a lotta kids and the likelihood of seeing the same person twice unless your schedules match up is pretty impossible. Plus I’m a psych major not astrophysics lmao

7) Ben Hardy or Joe mazzello?

I love Joe more than I love many people.

8) Who do you think looks/acts the most like their irl counterpart in Borhap?

Definitely Gwilym. He looks so much like Brian I literally had to double take once or twice. Also if Joe does the specific pout he defs looks like Deacon

9) Which era of Roger is your favourite?

Early 70s fluffy boy

10) Who has the best shirtless look?

… MOVING ON

11) favourite cast member overall?

Definitely Joe

12) Jim and Freddie or John and Veronica?

I love them all. 

13) Whose spouse would you most like to marry?

I wouldn’t, but I wanna be best friends with Anita Dobson (Brian’s current wife)

14) Who is the bigger Thot, Roger or Freddie?

Deacon.

15) Live with Joe or marry Ben?

Live with Joe. I wanna be his best friend. I’m not at all into Ben actually. Cool guy though!

16) Who do you think is the most charismatic out of the cast?

They all are I think. I definitely think Joe is one of the more outspoken of the four, but????

17) Twink Roger or badass grandad Roger?

BOTH. BOTH ARE GOOD.

18) Brian and space or Brian and music?

Uh. Space music.

19) What is your favourite photo of the whole band?

THERE IS THIS PHOTO FROM EARLY 70s

I FOUND IT ‘73! They all just look so happy and ughh I love them.

Also this one. I LOVE WHEN THEY SMILE.

20) Purple rain or superfreak?

Superfreak. Purple rain was overplayed for me after Prince died I think.

21) What element of your life is most queen-esque?

I’m not sure. Probably the clothes I (can’t afford) want to wear

22) If you had to choose any year to tour with queen, which one and why?

Early to mid 70s. When they just start out. Idk Just seeing their improvement over the years would make me so happy.

23) Which John Deacon shirt in Bohemian Rhapsody is the best?

That one. Also I love the Liveaid look because I love button ups.

24) Is I’m in love with my car a good song?

Answered

25) Which section of the ‘I want to break free’ music video is the best?

The sit com part I think

26) moustache Freddie or Stubble Freddie?

Uhm unsure

27) Bearded Bri or clean shaven Bri?

Clean shave. He looks great with a beard- don’t get me wrong. But oof. Clean shaved guys….

28) What Freddie outfit should have been in the movie?

Harlequin always

29) Brian and Gwylim or Roger and Ben?

DO NOT MAKE ME CHOOSE LIKE THAT.

30) Ben Hardy playing the drums whilst smoking or Roger spinning drumsticks?

Roger spinning drumsticks. “WE’RE SAVING YOUR LIFE, BEN”

31) What is your favourite aspect of John Deacons personality?

He’s such a humble person- they all can be. And also just how snarky and silly he can be.

32) Who worked the fringe best, Freddie or John?

Undecided

33) Joe’s Instagram or Luke Deacons Twitter?

FUCKIN UHHHHHHHHH Both are fucking iconic. Let me be both of their best friends. When do I get to meet them.

34) Which of Roger’s kids is your favourite?

Tigerlily

35) What was your most Freddie Mercury moment?

Unsure

36) What Queen song would you most like to fall asleep to?

I’ve fallen asleep to Brian May/Kerry Ellis’s “Love of my life”

37) who has the best solo album?

Unsure… I think Brian defs but still. 

38) If you could see the cast recreate any live performance what would it be and why?

LIVEAID AND ‘39

39) Who would beat a shark in a fight, Joe or Ben?

Ben probs. 

40) Which queen song would you play at your funeral?

BITCH BETTER PLAY SHOW MUST GO ON AND DON’T STOP ME

41) Do you think the script did Freddie justice and if not what would you change?

For being  a biopic and not documentary I think it did very well! Of course it isn’t gonna be completely accurate, but I think it did a good job of showing both sides of Freddie. 

42) What is the best thing about listening to Rami talk about Freddie?

ALL. He just speaks so passionately.

43) Roger’s lime green trousers or John’s Arrow suit?

YES.

44) Does Gwylim suit a beard more than Brian?

Personally I think Gwil does, but I also like no beards on both. 

45) What Chaotic Roger story is your favourite?

“ONE AND THREE-SEVENTHS SUGAR” and also pinching Brian’s butt in an interview

46) Which one of Freddie’s cats are you most like?

ALL

47) Which BoRhap scene is most like you?

Probably them in the farm talking about the songs they wrote. 

48) Which member of queen and which cast member has the most chaotic energy?

Joe all the way

49) What is your favourite queen related memory?

The first time I saw the Bo Rhap trailor I nearly cried. I was also sobbing  the whole first watch through

50) How many times have you seen Bohemian Rhapsody?

Upwards of 5

JESUS

[stressed-coral]

Oh snap, a'ight

1. Name: Olivia

2. Birthday: December 8th

3. Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

4. Height: I don't really know but I think somewhere around 5'10" - 5'11"?

5. Hobbies: There's too manyyyyyyyy. Reading, writing (a teensy tiny bit), drawing, singing, watching YouTube, playing video games, amongst others I can't think of at the moment

6. Favorite Color(s): Purple I definitely my favorite but I like rainbow, like, straight up, if something is rainbow, chances are I'll love it. I'm wearing a rainbow tie-dye shirt as I type this

7. Favorite Book(s): The Kane Chronicles, Magic Tree House, Harry Potter, and many many more I'll be upset at myself later for not remembering right now

8. Last Song I Listened To: Phantom by NateWantsToBattle (Nathan Sharp)

9. Last Movie I Watched: Princess and the Frog

10. Inspiration or Muse: Generally music

11. Dream Job: One of the following: Musician, Video game creator, Actor, Singer (yes, a singer is a musician but they're different the way I mean, like Lindsey Sterling vs ABBA or something like that)

12. Inspiration Behind URL: A Tumblr post I saw a while back said that when coral gets stressed, it dies. And then there was a pun, so of course I loved it. But I always joke about being dead, so I figured "Stressed_Coral" would be good because you can't space, and then I found you can't use underscores so I made a Tumblr under the URL "Stressed-Coral" or something (I wonder if I can find it...) and then I made this one but wanted to keep my name so. There you go.

My dudes:

@cardigancladclod @thelesbianspoon @stupidbullshitallday @i-really-dig-the-purple @mycrappylife01 @burnt-sienna-soup-ladles

Eight people I'd like to get to know better

Thanks for tagging me @harryhook-uma !

1. Name

Tabitha

2. Birthday

November 1st

3. Zodiac Sign

Scorpio

4. Height

5' 3"

5. Hobbies

Playing music, writing poetry, writing music, and reading

6. Favorite Colors

Red and Black

7. Favorite Books

The Catcher in the Rye, The Bell Jar, and The Book Thief

8. Last Song I Listened To

'Scene 1 - James Dean and Audrey Hepburn' - Sleeping With Sirens

9. Last Film I Watched

The Corpse Bride

10. Inspiration or Muse

Musicians and Artists, all of them

11. Dream Job

A Bassist/Guitarist/Singer in a rock band

12. Meaning Behind URL

I was thinking it could mean that my headphones are constantly on playing music or something through them, it was a deep meaning in my head though (also it sounded cool)

Here are my tags-

@emo-girl7 @xtotally2007x @ohlookarandompersonexisting @burnt-sienna-soup-ladles @andy-is-yeesus @wanna-feel-weightlesss @mothsupon @aida-emo