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anythingandeverything1d · 4 years ago

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Bandmate Harry

“Thank you and goodnight!” Harry yelled, walking off stage. You finished the drum solo, allowing the rest of the band to walk off and then followed suit, waving to the crowd as you walked by. You meet in the circle backstage and high five the rest of the band and Harry.

“We killed it tonight!” you screamed with a smile. Harry gave you the look and you settled down, waiting for the end of show meeting. Some of the tour crew joined in and you rolled your eyes. They were always acting like they were part of the band.

“Great job everyone. Rest up tonight, we do it again tomorrow. Does anyone have any notes they'd like to share?” Harry asked looking around the circle.

One of the lighting guys raised his hand, “What did you think of the lighting tonight, specifically the spotlighting during Falling and Treat People with Kindness?”

“I loved it, great job.” Harry smiled.

“Actually,” you cut in. “I do think you could do a better job. I mean you basically blinded the band during Cherry. We’ve had this problem for weeks now..I feel like we shouldn't have to keep bringing it up.”

Harry gave you a warning look and you gave it right back to him. “I’m sorry about that, is there something you suggest us changing?” the lighting man asked. He looked embarrassed, and he should have. He wasnt doing his job.

“I don't know? Maybe figuring out your job?” you remarked back. Harry intervened.

“Its been going great. Thank you. I don't feel like you need to change anything and its my call.” He shot you a look and you rolled your eyes. “Meetings over, everyone get some sleep.” You turned to walk towards the bus when Harry grabbed the back of your shirt and pulled you into his dressing room. “Sit.” he ordered.

You sat on the couch and crossed your arms looking up at him. “What do I owe this pleasure?”

Harry was pacing in front of you. “How many times have we had this talk now?”

“I don't know...” you grumbled.

“Exactly because its happened too many times. This is getting ridiculous (y/n). The way you treat the tour crew is absolutely unacceptable. You do not run the shows, you are not in charge, and you do not have the ability to talk to people like that. They are equivalent to you and your position on our team.”

“But-”

“No. No buts. This is the last time we are having this talk or you are gone. You're also grounded.”

“Grounded?!” you yelled standing up. “You cant ground me!”

“I just did.”

“Youre not my parents.”

“You're only 16, and your parents left me in charge of you while we were away on tour so yes. Yes I can. No going out tonight.”

“Or what?”

“Or you will be out of the band. I will send you home.”

“You wouldn't do that.”

“I can easily find a drummer, probably one who treats the crew better too.”

“Harry..” you moaned.

“No. Don’t Harry me.” He ran his fingers through his hair and looked at you. “You know that I love you. You know I don't want to have to remove you from the tour...but I will if I have too. Understood?”

“Yes” you mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Yes I understand.” you said. “Now can I go?”

Harry sighed and nodded his head. You walked back to your dressing room. You threw your phone onto the couch and screamed. He thinks he can march in here and tell me what to do. He thinks he's my dad. I don't have to listen to him. I can do whatever I want. Im basically an adult now. Having Harry as your older brother or parent figure on tour was fun...most of the time. He played games, kept you updated on drama, listened to your drama and made sure you were always okay and comfortable. Other times though, like tonight, he overstepped his big brother role. Your phone buzzed and you saw a text from Noah, your boyfriend. *Im outside.* You smiled and ran to the door. Noah was waiting backstage and you tackled him when you got outside. He squeezed your bum and grinned. “Hey you. Ready to go?”

“Go where?”

“Theres this dope night club. They are going to do a Cold Play night.”

“Really?” you asked.

“Yeah. Lets go. We can get food before.”

“Okay let me just grab my jacket.” You kissed his cheek and ran inside. When you walked past Harry’s room, you could hear the shower going. He won't even know. You taped a Do Not Disturb sign on your dressing room door and locked it on your way out. You met Noah outside and he took his hand pulling you to the car waiting.

Your first stop was getting dinner. The two of you stopped off at a restaurant downtown. “Got lucky that you had the night off.” Noah said stuffing another fry into his mouth.

“Yeah. Harry went off on me today again.”

“Again? What for?”

“He thinks that I’m being rude to too many people. The thing is..those people aren't doing their job.”

“Yeah, its not really his place to tell you either. He's not your mom and dad. He's not even related to you.”

“Exactly. He tried grounding me.”

Noah laughed and you kicked him under the table. “Im sorry but thats ridiculous. He grounded you?”

“Yeah thats what he said.”

“Well who does he think he is?”

“I don't know.”

“Well just forget him. We are going to have fun tonight. I’ll even get you drinks.” He winked and you smiled. Noah was 21. He was a bit older than you but you needed an older guy. The ones your age were so immature. After finishing dinner your phone buzzed. *Want to come play games with us?* You rolled your eyes and ignored Harry’s text. He texted again, *Come on (y/n)..you cant stay mad forever*

You texted him back a middle finger emoji and turned your phone off. He was not going to ruin this night. You grabbed Noah’s hand and followed him into the club. When you enter its wall to wall people. Viva la vida is playing and you instantly jump up and pull Noah to the dance floor where you're singing along, “I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing, Be my mirror, my sword and shield, My missionaries in a foreign field, For some reason I can't explain, Once you go there was never, never a honest word, And that was when I ruled the world”

The night was going smoothly. You hadn't heard anything else from Harry and Noah was a lot of fun. He was buying you drink after drink and you had to admit you were feeling it. You were slurring words and tripping over other people. Paradise started playing, it was one of your favorite songs and you instantly started singing. “When she was just a girl she expected the world, But it flew away from her reach, So she ran away in her sleep and dreamed of, Para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise, Every time she closed her eyes” Noah came over and danced with you. He roughly pulled you back against him, his fingers digging into your hips. “ow” you mumbled. He kissed down your neck and reached his hands up the skirt you were wearing. “Noah-”

“Shh have a little fun baby.” His fingers pushed through your panties and his lips were sucking on your neck.

“Stop. This isn't what I want to be doing.” You were sobering up real quick. You turned around to push him off but he grabbed your butt hard enough you were going to be bruised. You whimpered in pain.

“Don't be a little pussy.” he said harshly.

“Noah let go.” You pushed against his chest harder and he laughed. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you in.

“Stop fighting (y/n). Just let loose a little.”

“No. Stop.” you pulled away and he grabbed you again “Noah let go. Serious-”

“She said let go.” Harry’s deep voice growled behind you. Your stomach sank. You looked back and Harry looked lethal, it almost scared you. Noah laughed and looked at you.

“Look its your pretend parent.” He expected you to laugh but you were afraid of both situations and didnt do anything. Noah gripped your wrist harder. “Isn't that funny?”

“Yeah.” you fake laughed and pulled your wrist free of his grip. He stumbled forward but Harry stopped him. Harry’s hands were on his chest and his normally bright and cheerful eyes were full of anger.

“When a girl says let go. You let go.” Noah swallowed, recognizing the different side of Harry he was seeing. “Do you even get that she's underage. She's 16 fucking years old and your giving her alcohol and trying this shit? Its illegal.” Noah nodded and tried backing up.

You suddenly got very afraid Harry was going to hit him. “Harry.” you grabbed him and pulled him back. “Lets just go okay? He's not worth it.” Harry seemed to calm down a little. He turned his anger to you and pointed at the door.

“Now.” he grabbed your hand and pulled you from the club. You didnt even say anything. You didnt know what to say. You had been caught red handed.

Harry pushed you into the passenger seat of his black SUV. He buckled you in and then jumped in the driver side. Without saying anything he just started driving. “I’m sorry.” you said. “I know you said not to go out but I just thought it would be fun and Noah said there was a cold play night and I love cold play and” Harry didnt even look over. You sighed and dropped your head into your hands. You started crying, you weren't sure if you were scared after what happened with Noah, drunk from the alcohol, or frustrated that you screwed up with Harry. “I shouldn't have gone. I know I didnt listen. I’m sorry.” Harry pulled over and parked the car. He turned and looked at you.

“Are you okay?” he asked calmly.

“Yeah..” you wiped the tears and looked at him. “I-”

“Stop. I want you to seriously think about it. Are you okay?” You were still crying when you nodded your head. Harry got out, walked around opened your door and hugged you. His arms tightly wrapping around your body. He rubbed your back and just held on until you calmed down. He wiped your cheeks and smiled. “Breathe (y/n).”

You took a shaky deep breath and nodded. Harry had gotten back in the car and was driving somewhere past the arena. “Where are we going?” You started to panic. What if this was it, what if he was sending you home now? “Please...Pleasedoonttakemehome” you cried.

Harry laughed and shook his head. “I’m not taking you home.”

“Where are you taking me?”

Harry pulled into a frozen yogurt shop and smiled. “Come on.” He handed you a cup and told you to get whatever you wanted. You loaded it with fruit candy and chocolate. Harry sat down with his at a table and you followed suit. He watched you calm down while eating the yogurt. “Now. Are you ready to talk about this?” You nodded tears forming again. You tried blinking them away but it wasnt working. “(y/n) youre not in trouble.” Harry said with a sigh.

“I’m not? But-but you said”

“I know. I was wrong. I shouldn't have punished you like that. Its just that youre so frustrating sometimes. I want you to understand where this is all coming from. Youre like my baby sister and I don't want you to make bad decisions. I don't want you to turn out a total bitch.”

You smiled and nodded. “I know.”

“I shouldn't try and parent you. I shouldn't have grounded you. I just need you to know that talking to the crew like that isn't okay.”

“I know. Im trying I really am.”

He nodded. “I know. Thats why Im letting you lying and sneaking out go tonight.”

You nodded. “It won't happen again.”

“I know. I also think we should talk about boys. Can’t you find like a nice church boy? Someone your own age.”

“Harry you do realize I’m always around older guys right?”

“Yeah, which is fine. Just don't date them. There have to be other options. I mean that guy was an absolute dick.” You laughed and Harry laughed. “I don't want to see you get hurt. I thought you were going to end up hurt tonight.”

You nodded. “I almost did but my big bro saved me.”

“I always will.”

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Got this request forever ago (SORRY) but I hope its what you were expecting! Let me know how old you all are also, I’d love to write more in your perspective vs mine!

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crazy-little-cool-cat · 5 years ago

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Hand in Glove - Chapter 23 | Ben Hardy x OFC

A/N: SURPRISE, BETCHES! Nope, you’re not dreaming. This is real life. It’s not just fantasy. You’re definitely going to be caught in a landslide, though. After four months of silence, my writing juices are a-flowing and the shitstorms and clusterfucks are abundant. Hey, mystery anon. This one’s for you.

Warnings: clusterfucks. Also some mild smut. Mostly implied, nothing too graphic. Just how I like it.

Word Count: You really don’t wanna know.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14 , Chapter 15 , Chapter 16 , Chapter 17 , Chapter 18 , Chapter 19 , Chapter 20 , Chapter 21 , Chapter 22

Ben sighed as he placed his phone on the nightstand after looking at the time for what felt like the fifth time since Annie had dozed off. He sighed and blamed his inability to sleep on jetlag, excitement and not wanting to miss a millisecond of being home.

He turned on his other side, propping his head on his hand. Sprawled on her back, Annie’s half-covered figure seemed to glow as the sun dawned. As gently as he could, he brushed a few stray locks of hair from her face, running his fingers through the silky strands. Annie stirred with a smile.

“Good morning.” She purred lazily, her eyes still closed.

“Morning.”

“Did you get any sleep?” Annie’s eyes fluttered open. Turquoise staring into emerald-green.

“Not really.” Ben cupped Annie’s cheek in his hand and pressed a lingering kiss to her lips. “Christ, I’ve even missed your morning breath.”

“Wow.” Annie scoffed. “And they say romance is dead.”

“Shut up.” Ben kissed Annie again, deeper this time. “You’re not one for romance, anyways.”

“True.” Annie smirked. Ben started to roll away, out of bed, but stopped when Annie grabbed his wrist. “Where’re you going?”

“I have to take a piss, Annie.” Ben leaned down for one more kiss. “Am I allowed?” Annie pretended to mull it over in her head, tapping her lips as she pondered. “Right, then!”

“No!” Annie whined at Ben’s receding back. “Come back.”

She watched him walk away. Every muscle in his body even more defined than it was when he left. His back, his shoulders, his bum. She got out of bed and walked over to the bathroom’s closed door, waiting to hear the flush. When she did, she dropped on her knees and waited, sitting back on her heels.

Ben opened the door after washing his hands and almost stepped on her.

“What are you doing?” He raised a curious eyebrow.

“My personal trainer said I need more protein in my diet.” Annie smiled up at him, doe-eyed.

“Oh?” Ben’s jetlagged and fucked-out brain had trouble picking up on the implication. “Oh!”

“Mhm.” Annie said, getting up from her heels and wrapping her arm around Ben’s hardening cock. “It is time for breakfast, and all…”

Ben braced himself against the door-frame, arms and legs locking him into place. He looked down at Annie and bit his bottom lip. As if on cue, Annie wrapped her lips around him, making him moan.

###

“What?” Annie barked tiredly into the phone. “What?”

“First of all, it’s great to know you’ve successfully separated yourself from Ben’s dick.” Clara sassed. “Second of all, we’re having brunch. Then, and only then, we’ll release Rory back into the wilderness.”

“Do you know what time it is?!” Annie hissed, careful not to wake up Ben after he finally fell asleep.

“Yes. Do you know what your baby thinks of the time?” Clara retorted.

“Hm.”

“Exactly. So, brunch. Us, Rami and Lucy, Joe.”

“Why can’t it be lunch?” Annie grumbled. “Like normal, unpretentious people.”

“Because we’re starving.”

“So eat something!”

“Annie, Rory woke us up at the crack of dawn! And during the night!”

“We woke up at the crack of dawn and during the night too! You don’t hear us moaning about it!”

“I’m sure the screams coming from you and the screams coming from Rory were very, very different, Annabelle.”

“You were the ones who wanted to take her so desperately!”

“Because she’s too young to be exposed to whatever crazy monkey sex you and Ben are into.”

“Oh, sit on a stick.”

“That the best you could come up with?” Clara chuckled. “He really fucked you silly, eh?”

“Can you please just -” Annie paused when she felt Ben stir and press up against her back.

“Banana?”

“I’m going to have to call you back.”

“What?”

“Something just came up.”

“Tell Ben about brunch!”

“Tell him yourself!” Annie giggled and put Clara on speaker phone. “You’re on speaker.”

“Benjamin?”

“Yes?”

“Can you extract your penis from my best friend for a hot minute?”

“No.”

“Fine. This is nasty, you know. You two should be ashamed of yourselves.”

“You’re the one listening in on this.” Annie lilted. “Shame’s exclusively on you, you plum.”

“Fine.” Clara groaned. “Listen up, hornies!” Her voice shifted from the sugary sweet tone it usually carried to surprisingly assertive. “Gwilym’s flat. One o’clock. Your husband is very excited to see you, Ben. Don’t let him down.”

Clara ended the call muttering profanities as Ben and Annie started off another round.

###

“Where is my baby?” Ben basically kicked the door to Gwilym’s flat down. “Give me my Aurora or die!”

“Jesus, Ben!” Clara panted, clutching on to her chest, “can you not do that?”

“Give. Me. My. Baby.”

“She’s right here!” Lucy popped up from the floor, where she, Rory and Rami played. “Oh wow, look at you! Dashing!”

“Rami, remember, no Peek-a-boo!” Annie called, squeezing her way in around Ben. “Not everyone can handle the eyes!”

“Lovely to see you again, Annabelle.” Rami replied sweetly, then looked down at Rory. “Your mother is such a bitch sometimes, isn’t she?” he cooed.

“Just protecting my child from any future trauma, Mr. Roboto.” Annie said walking over to him. “I happen to love the eyes, anyways.”

“Aw.” Rami smiled as Annie crouched down next to him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Hi lovie!”

Rory squealed at the sight of her mum.

“Where’s Gwil?” Ben asked. Rory tried to follow his voice with her eyes, but she couldn’t see him from where she was sitting. Ben tiptoed towards the sofa and lunged forward. “Boo!”

“Well, she speaks dolphin.” Rami mused after Rory’s excited screeching subsided. “How does she even do that?”

“I suspect Roger Taylor.” Ben walked around the sofa and knelt down next to his daughter. “Wanna come to me?”

Rory waved her hands and babbled. Ben smiled warmly as he picked his daughter up from the floor.

The front door flew open, revealing Joe standing with his hands on his hips, pretending to be superman.

“I have arrived!”

“Yes. The entire building can tell.” Rami rolled his eyes.

###

“This is awkward.”

Lucy, Annie, Rami and Clara exchanged nervous glances.

“I didn’t mean anything by it, you know.” Clara put her hand on top of Joe’s. “I was just making a joke.”

“The hell you were!” Gwilym snapped. “Ben and I are basically a married couple.”

“Uh, the duck you are!” Joe dropped his fork. “I’m Ben’s husband. Everybody knows. An entire production team knows!”

“You bellends are fighting over my boyfriend.” Annie chimed in. “That’s really weird.”

“Better fight over him than over you than have him fight me over you…” Joe muttered.

“What was that?” Annie challenged.

“I said that’s it’s better if Gwil and I fight over him than having to fight Ben over you.”

“What… the fuck?” Rami looked as if he was watching a tennis match before Gwilym smacked him gently on the back of his head for using foul language. “Sorry! Sorry! What the duck?”

“What, you don’t know?” Joe smiled devilishly. “Since we’ve turned this into an Italian let’s-air-out-our-dirty-laundry-over-food thing…”

“Joseph, no.” Gwilym, Ben and Annie said simultaneously.

“Joseph, please continue.” Lucy said and wiped her fingers on her napkin. “We’re all ears.”

“You’re keeping secrets from me?” Rami was baffled. “Wow. Just… wow.”

“Oh, for crying out loud, it’s not that deep, alright?” Clara groaned. “Joe and Annie got drunk and almost kissed, as Joe and Annie usually do. End of story.”

“Again?!” Rami and Lucy choired.

“Seriously, dude, what the fu-” Rami stopped himself when Annie glared at him, “-duck?!”

“I don’t know, okay? She’s all over me!” Joe raised his hands in defeat. “I can’t really blame her, can’t I?”

“What?” Annie scoffed and took a sip of her water.

“Did I stutter?”

“No, I just couldn’t hear you while you dumped garbage out of your mouth there, for a second.” Annie replied calmly.

“Really, though, you two need to stop.” Rami pointed at the two. “This is not normal.”

“He burped right in my face.”

“That’s disgusting, Joey!” Lucy cringed.

“I could practically taste it.” Annie carried on.

“Ben? Would you like to comment?”

“No, I’m good.” Ben said and took another mouthful of food into his mouth with one hand, while feeding Rory with the other. “When did you guys get a high-chair?”

“Don’t change the subject, Benny.” Lucy quipped.

“We got one second-hand because we figured Annie and Rory will be spending some time here once we’re gone on tour.”

“Oh.”

“You know what needs to happen?” Lucy wondered aloud, swirling her wine in her glass. “You two need to just kiss and get it over and done with.”

“What?!” Annie and Joe’s voices climbed in pitch.

“How much wine did you have?” Clara’s eyebrows were so high, they merged with her hairline. “What is happening?”

“Wait, hold on.” Ben froze. “That’s actually not the worst idea.”

“What?!” Annie and Joe’s voices climbed even higher.

“Look, Rory, they speak dolphin too!” Rami joked.

“Seriously,” Lucy continued, “just kiss.”

“She lost her mind.” Annie looked at Ben, wide-eyed.

“But did she really?” Ben tilted his head. “It will take the mystery out of the equation, in a way.”

“Bloody hell.” Gwilym breathed. “They’re right.”

“Huh!?”

“Look, you two clearly want to know what kissing the other will be like.” Ben stated. “So, if you two will just go ahead and bloody do it, the tension will break.”

“I’m not kissing your husband, Ben!” Annie hissed.

“Hey!” Gwilym snapped while Joe sat with a shit-eating grin on his face for being referred to as ‘Ben’s husband’ in front of his competitor.

“Why not?” Ben shrugged.

“Wait, you’re serious?” Joe leaned forward, wide-eyed. “Ben, buddy, you’ve clearly fucked yourself insane.”

“No, I mean it.” Ben leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. “Do it. Kiss.”

“What, now?!”

“Yeah. Go on.” Ben nodded. “Do it.”

“Ben…” Annie started.

“Shut up and kiss my best mate, damn it.” Ben slammed his fist on the table. “It’s not like I’m asking you to kiss your cousin.”

“Gross.” Gwilym shuddered.

“Exactly.” Ben shrugged. “Come on. You wanted to do it a few days ago.”

“I was drunk!” Annie said, horrified. “Ben, you can’t be serious.”

“Oh, but I am.”

“Guys? Anyone? A little help here?” Annie pleaded. The table was silent. “Wow. Thanks.”

“Wait, so you only want to kiss me when you’re drunk?” Joe seemed to snap out of a daydream. “That’s just mean!”

“Are you saying you want to kiss me when you’re sober?” Annie challenged him. Ben bounced his knee as he waiting for an answer.

“About as much as I’d like to French Frankie after she licked her butthole.” Joe bit the inside of his cheek. “I mean, Annie’s great, but -”

“Say no more.” Ben said and got up.

“Where’s he going?”

“Oh God, did we upset him?”

“You blithering idiots!”

“Fucking hell.” Gwilym pinched the bridge of his nose. “Annie, if you say one word about using profanities around Rory, so help me God -”

“There you go!” Ben returned with two shot glasses and a bottle of vodka. “Drink up.”

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“How are you two feeling?” Ben’s voice was exceptionally low as he lulled Annie and Joe into submission, “wanna kiss yet?”

With one arm wrapped around Joe and the other around Annie, Ben was all but a puppet master. Rory sat on Clara’s lap, nodding off, completely oblivious to the shitstorm around her.

“You’re pimping us out.” Joe slurred.

“You’re absolutely right, I am.” Ben started to close his arms, bringing the two together. “Dance, monkeys.”

“When did he become so evil?” Gwilym asked.

“Hollywood will do that to you.” Rami shrugged. “Shit happens.”

“Language!” Annie’s head snapped to look at Rami.

“She’s not drunk enough.” Lucy groaned. “And he’s getting too drunk.”

“Right, we need a plan, here.” Ben released the two. “Right, Annie, love, let’s have another drink?”

“Why just her?!” Joe whined.

“Oh, stop bleating!” Annie sighed.

“Because Rory wants to play with her favourite uncle, is why.” Lucy intervened.

“Oh, my Josephine.”

“That’s not her name.” Annie snapped.

“She’s not yours.” Ben added.

“Eh, shut your pie holes.” Joe stumbled over to where Clara sat and plopped down on the floor. “Hey, Josie.”

“Ben, he keeps doing that!” Annie pouted while Ben poured her another drink. “What, you’re not getting one?”

“I need to drive us home, my love.”

“I can drive you.” Gwil quipped.

“And then how will you get home?” Annie looked at her cousin as if he spoke in tongues.

“Clara will pick me up.”

“I will?” Clara asked as she stood up to put Rory down for a nap.

“Look, we’re doing this, alright?” Ben looked around the room. “Team effort.”

“They’ll end up having a three-way.” Clara warned, walking away.

###

Annie sat on Ben’s lap, staring at him with a goofy smile. Her cheeks had a drunken, rosy tint to them, her eyes glazed and shiny. While she had seven shots of vodka and Joe had five, Ben had two. He had something to prove here, and he wasn’t going to let Annie get him drunk enough to forget about it. His fears were uncalled for, however. Annie was clearly blitzed at that point and would do anything he asked her to.

The group played a long, tiresome game of truth or dare to distract Joe and Annie from what the endgame was. During said game, almost everybody chose a dare, and they had to get creative. Rami had to change a poopy diaper, Gwilym tasted baby food, Lucy taught Ben how to pout like her, making Annie take more shots or glasses of wine, and this was just the tip of the iceberg.

“Banana, your turn.” Clara smiled deviously. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Hm. Not what I expected she’d say.” Clara looked like a deer in the headlights as she tried to come up with something. Anything. “Okay. Do you want more babies?”

“I want to have all the babies!” Annie declared, spreading her arms like wings. “All the cute little Ben babies.”

“We are the champions, my friends!” Ben started wailing, seemingly out of nowhere. “She is officially wasted!”

“Finally!” Lucy’s fist shot up in the air. “My God, she’s like a sailor!”

“Who’s turn is it?” Joe mumbled drunkenly.

“Yours.” Ben zeroed in on him. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare, duh.”

“I dare you to kiss Annie.” Ben said coolly. “A proper snog, please.”

Joe looked Ben in the eyes, waiting for him to say he’s just joking.

“You want me to make out with your wife?”

“Yes, please.”

“We’re not married.” Annie huffed.

“Irrelevant and even better.” Ben grinned. “Nothing to feel guilty about.”

“Hm.”

“You really want us to do this?” Joe asked.

“Yup.”

“And you won’t punch me in the face or get a divorce or -”

“We’re not married!”

“Your face is safe.” Ben reassured.

“Right. Okay.” Joe nodded to himself. He stood up and stretched his neck. “C’mere, Annie.”

“Ben?” Annie looked at him pleadingly. “Are you sure?”

“Go ahead.” He leaned in to kiss Annie. “I trust you.”

“So, how do we do this?” Annie turned to Joe.

“Well, come here.” Joe said. With a small push from Ben, Annie was on her wobbly feet and walking towards Joe. “Come on.”

Annie looked like Bambi first learning how to walk. She apprehensively approached Joe. He took her hand and pulled her to him.

The rest felt like they were watching a movie. The room fell silent. Rory was fast asleep in Gwilym’s bedroom. The only sound was the slow humdrum of the music Gwilym had playing in the background.

Annie slammed right into Joe’s chest, giggling. They started swaying to the music. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer.

“Are they dancing?” Clara sneered. “They’re bloody dancing!”

“Shhh!” Gwilym silenced her. “This is how he does it.”

“What?”

“Just be quiet and watch.”

With his finger hooked under her chin, Joe tilted her face up. They bumped noses and chuckled. Brushing his lips over hers, he cupped her face in both his hands and kissed her.

“Proper snog.” Ben muttered after he cleared his throat, watching his best friend cowardly kiss his girlfriend.

Joe rolled his eyes and went for it. He poked his tongue out and licked Annie’s lips, parting them. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer. As they kissed, Annie nibbled on his bottom lip gently. After a few minutes, Joe pulled away, frowning.

“For the love of all that is holy in this world, Annie, stop trying to bite my lip off will you!?”

“Well if you used a little bit more tongue, I wouldn’t have to do that!” Annie snapped back. “Honestly, this is not what I -”

Annie’s rant was cut short by Joe’s lips, kissing her with more fervour. They pulled away slowly, both frowning this time. They took a step back and stared at each other, disgusted confusion flashing in their eyes. Joe covered his mouth with his hand, turning his face away. Annie almost gagged.

“Well?”

“That was, by far, the worst kiss I’ve ever had.” Annie said, pointing at Joe.

“Christ, I felt like I’m either kissing a crocodile or an eel.”

“And there you have it, folks!” Lucy bowed victoriously.

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“Why the fuck would you do that to me?!” Annie slammed the cupboard angrily after Ben had put Rory to sleep for the night.

Since they got home, they haven’t said a single word about Joe and Annie’s kiss. Meanwhile, Annie sobered up enough to let the reality of what happened sink in. She kissed Joe and hated it.

“Do what?” Ben feigned innocence.

“You know what you did.” Annie downed her glass of water.

“Because I love you, that’s why.” Ben sighed. “So you didn’t like the kiss, then?”

“No, I didn’t bloody like it!” She slammed the glass on the countertop. “Ben, why? Why would you do this?”

“It needed to happen.”

“I could never look him in the eye again, knowing what a horrid kisser he is!”

“Funny, he texted the same thing about you just a few minutes ago.”

“You’re an arse.”

“No, I’m a bloody genius, is what I am.” Ben puffed his chest. “Should’ve had you do that ages ago.”

“Are you joking?” Annie laughed in disbelief.

“Oh, not at all.” Ben gloated.

Annie turned around to wash the dishes and give Ben the silent treatment. Her attempts were futile. He came up behind her and engulfed her in his arms, nibbling on the shell of her ear. He could feel Annie’s breathing pick up and bent his knees, moving down to her neck. His hands slid down her sides, working their way to the waistband of her jeans.

“What are you doing?”

“Celebrating.”

“What, exactly?”

“Well, you see,” his warm breath washed over her ear, raising goosebumps all over her, “the thing is, I love the fact that you don’t want Joe.”

“I told you a million times…”

“Yes, but now I know for sure. You don’t want anyone else…” He reached over to shut the water off, “… but me.”

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13thplaceswiftie · 5 years ago

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Wow...I’m sorry it seems I’m on here only once every month or so to do anything, but life’s been crazy! Still love coming on here to see how things are!

For those that know me, you probably already had at least an idea as to why I chose the username 13thplaceswiftie on here. For those that don’t know me as well, here’s why I chose this name as I dove into Swiftie Tumblr.

I’ve always seemed to be the one drawn towards music in general from a young age. When I was little, I sang in the local boys choir, participated in church musicals, and then in 5th grade, I discovered the trombone, which began a love affair with band really ever since then. Even to this day, I still love to pick up my trombone and play around with it some 16 years after I first decided to try it out as a kid. That eventually led to an interest in marching band when I was around 13 after seeing the marching band of the high school I would eventually be going to perform at a football game. I then went on to march all 4 years of high school before fulfilling a dream I had ever since I started following it closely as a high school band geek: I got the chance to march in the Colts Drum and Bugle Corps out of Dubuque, IA and participate in the Drum Corps International (DCI) Summer Tour.

Even though I could go on for ages about drum corps, the shortest way I can put it was that it’s a whole bunch of band geeks (up to 150 when I marched) that left home for the whole summer to perfect and perform an 11-12 minute long field show over the course of 2 and a half months while sleeping on buses and gym floors but also having the opportunity to perform in spectacular venues typically reserved for large sporting events (The Alamodome in San Antonio, the old Georgia Dome in Atlanta, Lucas Oil Stadium in Indianapolis). Oh, and no woodwinds. Just brass, percussion, and colorguard!

I was extremely fortunate to have been able to participate in drum corps for 2 summers, both with the Colts, with my first being in 2011 and my last (my age out year, aka I’m too old after this season) in 2014. The 2014 season is where the origin of the 13thplaceswiftie username starts to take hold. For the past few seasons, the Colts hadn’t been in serious contention for the top 12 corps on tour. Being in the top 12 meant you got to perform in the finals competition of the DCI World Championships in Indianapolis, and the place was always packed that night. We’re talking between 25,000 to 30,000 people in one stadium to watch band basically. Our field show in 2014 was called “Dark Side of the Rainbow,” which took place in a dystopian version of Oz 10 years after the Wizard and Dorothy had left. In that time, the Scarecrow had taken control of Oz for himself, and we turned this story into something similar to a Shakespeare tragedy. The music selections were awesome to perform, including a huge bulk of tunes from Pink Floyd’s iconic “Dark Side of the Moon” album, “Everything In Its Right Place” by Radiohead, and a jazz number by Raymond Scott called “Powerhouse” that had been used prominently in old Looney Tunes cartoons. (I’ll link the show at the end of the post for any interested in watching) It was an incredibly fun show to perform, and we performed it well, surprising a lot of DCI fans with how strong a unit we had become and the fact we had beaten some corps that we hadn’t beaten in some time; we beat and ultimately finished ahead of one corps for the first time since 2010, and had completely erased a 5 point late June deficit (which was still at 4 points in mid July) to beat them on the last weekend of the season at the championships. We were in 13th place going into the semifinals of the world championships, one spot out from qualifying for finals...and we stayed in 13th...and missed qualifying for finals by just ONE TENTH of a point. And just like that, our season was done, so close to making finals, but not quite making it...plus it was my last ever show as a member in DCI. It was a very bittersweet end to say the least.

Fast forward a couple years, and I started talking on Twitter to this girl from Ohio who also liked band and DCI. Not too long after we started talking, I got dumped by my now ex, and despite being in such a low place, I always found myself coming back to her. We started talking more and more about what we liked, what music interests we had, so on and so forth, and we only got closer with time. That eventually led to us meeting in person one weekend in mid April 2016, and it was a great weekend finally being able to see each other and do things together as best friends! Shortly afterwards, she sent me a mix CD that was in essence her first love letter to me. Those musical interests I mentioned we talked about? She loves Taylor Swift. And I mean LOVES Taylor and her music. Nearly half of the tracks she put on there were Taylor’s spanning all the way back from her debut album to 1989. I had heard Taylor’s songs on the radio, in stores, on Wednesdays in cafes, but this was the first time I had been able to really listen to the songs that weren’t released as singles, and I started to fall more and more in love with Taylor and her music...and at the same time fell more and more in love with the girl that introduced me to those sounds I hadn’t heard before...the sounds that ultimately led us to be together and have stayed together for the past 3 years! And in about a week and a half, I’ll be moving in with her as I start grad school at the school she’s completing her degree at!

That girl I’m talking about is the cutie in the picture with me, @holycoffeegrounds13. And that picture was from our first ever concert together as a couple (and to be perfectly honest, my first EVER huge concert that wasn’t a DCI show)! Having introduced me to Taylor and her music and who she is as a person, she taught me a lot about Taylor in general from her love of cats and coffee...to 13 being her lucky number! And thinking back on everything, I can’t help but feel that this was absolutely meant to be. I first met Nikki through the activity I’d fallen in love with, and then we ultimately grew closer and then ended up together thanks to Taylor and her music. Maybe that 13th place finish back in 2014 was a sign...maybe the stars were aligned just right from that score announcement that at first crushed me...it eventually evolved into this wonderful thing. I’m a band geek. I’m a Swiftie. My corps finished in 13th...Taylor’s favorite number is 13...Taylor and her music ultimately brought Nikki and me together...what beautiful poetry. I’m a 13thplaceswiftie.

-Nathanael

P.S. @taylorswift if you somehow happen to come across this, I can’t thank you enough again for not only all the great music and great acts of kindness you’ve done for so many, but also for bringing me and Nikki together. I hope the day can come where we each can thank you in person. Either way, thank you, thank you, thank you, 13 times over!

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#thank you taylor #taylorlurking

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thedarksecretsofmckinley · 5 years ago

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Flora Azalea Devereaux

FC: Charlize Theron Age: 30 and up Status: Switch Fav kinks: TBT Bio:

triggers: Cult Life, Domestic Abuse, Sexual Abuse, drugs/Alcohol, Adultery, overdose, Death.

Flora Azalea Devereaux was born in New Orleans to Owen and Magnolia Devereaux, on May 23rd. The second child of four kids and certainly the one that had the biggest dream. She wanted to be a country star, she wanted to share her gift with the world. It wasn’t her only dream, she also wanted true love. She imagined her prince coming along and they would share love’s first kiss, she wanted love and prayed for it. However, when you grew up in a church like Precious Glory Ministry. Love and dreams weren’t high on the list, not in the eyes of Pastor Gregory Stone. Pastor Stone considered himself God’s prophet and interpreter of god’s will.

The parishioners had roles and those roles were god’s command. Men worked in the fields, built homes, and took wives. The women served the men by cooking, cleaning, and bearing their children. Pastor Stone was allowed to sleep with any wife he wished, no questions asked. The children treated him as a second father and follow his commands without question. As the church grew, Pastor Stone moved them to bigger land in the middle of nowhere- away from prying eyes.

People started to pull away from the ministry, families leaving in the night and others told to leave and never come back. Owen and Magnolia were planning to leave for years, saving money, hoarding provisions, and planning their escape. It was Pastor Stone’s interest in Flora and Rose that finally set things in motion. Flora was fourteen and Pastor Stone turned his attention towards her particularly. Flora felt very uncomfortable with his advances but knew if Pastor Stone wouldn’t take no for an answer. His words, “But God wants me to have you,” were burned in her brain. The night before Pastor Stone took Flora as his new wife, The Devereaux’s fled and left no trace.

Shreveport, Louisiana. A small farmhouse with just enough lands for a family to build a life. It took some time but The Devereaux found a new church to call home. Flora’s life change drastically, she finally had a chance to follow her dreams. She started to sing in the church choir and one of the churchgoers happen to be in the country music business. He told her about a band he was putting together and they needed a lead singer. They were looking for a younger sound and Flora had what they were looking for. When they hit the road, Magnolia tagged along and took Rosie with her. She wanted to spend some time with the band and make sure Flora felt comfortable. A few months in she headed back home and left Flora in the new chaperone's hands.

Paul and Avery became her best friends, they were a couple years older and treated her like a kid sister. They were extra protective of her, once they realize just how innocent she truly was. “You never snuck a drink, not even once?” Avery asked in disbelief. Flora explained that she didn’t lie, cheat, steal, or do anything the lord frowned upon. She believed in preserving her body with prayer and being optimistic about the people around her, “Oh Paulie we have so much work to do.” Flora stood her ground for some time but decided the Lord would forgive her. She prayed about it and decided to try drinking and smoking, which was the start of it all.

After a year, the band finally had a huge break. Baby Girl broke charts and thrust the band into the public eye. Their first huge event was a country music festival in Louisiana, Flora was excited because that meant her family could come and see the band perform. The set was a hit and Flora met many people but only one stuck, a man by the name of Russell Fabray. He was charming, handsome, and older. They spent the whole after party talking before slipping away. Against her better judgment, she slept with Russell that night, behind the garden. Russell assured her that everything would be alright. “We’re going to marry and no one has to know.” And she believed him.

During their first tour, Russell would come out to meet her. They would spend every minute together between rehearsals. When Flora found out she was pregnant, she called Russell and that is when he told her about Judy and his family. Flora was pissed and she avoided him for a while but he worked his way back in. He surprised her on tour one night and they decided to continue seeing each other.

Flora bought the place next to her parent’s house, wanting to be close once the twins were born. She continued to tour while pregnant and decided to distance herself from the party scene. The withdrawals were hard and she came clean to her family, telling them about her drinking and drug problem. Marmee helped her get clean and went with her on the remainder of her tour. A lot of arguing but Marmee held strong and Flora stayed clean, unlike her friend Avery who never slowed down. One night after a show, Avery went out to a party. Paul and Flora opted for sleep, “Sure, thank you for everything.”

The next morning, Paul and Flora got the news about Avery. After a night of partying she went back to her hotel room and overdosed. Before she took her life, she wrote down everything on her mind- which broke Paul and Flora both. Avery wrote a song for them and told them to go on and take a piece of her with them. The song was kept secret and Flora kept a copy with her as a reminder.

Sugarland took a long break, neither of them had much inspiration to continue. Flora got a chance to bond with her new family. Twins were hard work at home and she couldn’t imagine newborns on the road. Avery and Daniel Fabray, they were perfect in every way and Flora’s motherly instincts kicked in. She needed to keep them safe from the world- even if her own world crumbled around her. She got back into drugs and booze to cope, “You will not keep them on teet I hope.”

“I have a problem but I’m not stupid.” Flora had switched them both to formula, keeping her children safe and clean.

Three years they stayed away from the stage before coming back. Paul and Flora were both heavy into drugs and booze at this point, but it didn’t impact their ability to perform. They continued to write music, tour, and grow into superstars.

It was hard being a mom on the road with a boyfriend who didn’t seem to care enough. He refused to divorce his wife and Flora was tired of fighting, so, she just used him for sex. This is how they ended up with a third child and more obligations that attached them. They had full-on fistfights when both were drunk and on the sauce, moments that Flora was not proud of. She knew her kids saw it and it affected them a lot but Flora is proud to say she never once hit her children. Russell on the other hand did and that is when she beat the living snot out of him.

One night the fighting got worse and the police were called. Flora and Russell were both arrested and Marmee kept them in there. She took care of the kids and bailed them out in the morning, and that is when Flora decided to get clean and kick his sorry ass to the curb.

This meant Sugarland was taking another break. Paul got married, got sober, and started his own family. Flora stayed in Louisiana, checked herself into rehab and got clean.

Two years later, Flora and Paul were back in the studio. She wrote ‘Stay’ and confessed all in an exclusive interview with the morning show. She laid it all out on the line and was transparent about everything, no scandal if you admitted to it. The secret had been well kept, the family knew about it but kept it hush-hush. Russell and Flora were always honest with the kids, they knew everything anyway. Hard not to when your parents fought about it all the time. After the interview hit, she suffered a lot of backlash but things turned out okay in the end.

Flora used religion to help her through, going back to church with new eyes. She hated what she had become and she had a lot of apologizing to do. She got her chance when Judy Fabray came to her door and invited her in. They talked a lot and bonded over Russell Fabray, “I take responsibility too, I knew about you and I kept seeing him.” Turned out that Judy knew about her too but said nothing, afraid of the shame it would bring.

Over the next few years, Russell continued to show up in her life. She had just relapsed and she was feeling needy and there he was. By this time he was divorced, so she didn’t feel horrible about jumping him. “Get out,” But he didn’t let him stay longer than the weekend, “The kids are coming home for vacation and I don’t want you near them.” Both of them had been snorting and shooting back drinks all day. So when Flora told Russell to leave he snapped and beat the hell out of her. While she came in and out of consciousness, he forced himself on her before running away. She laid on the floor for twelve hours before her daughter Avery found her and called for help.

Flora went back to rehab and this time she stayed clean. She was stronger and ready to live her life and it got better. Russell got a five-year sentence for his crimes, she wished it was longer but she’d take it. She could truly focus on her career now, clean, sober, and she could do it with a friend.

Paul had come back into her life and asked if they were ready to kick things off. “Baby, let’s do this.”

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bookenders · 5 years ago

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21 Questions Tag Game

I was tagged my a TON of people, most recently @aslanwrites, @pinespittinink, and @timefirewrites! Dang, y’all, you really wanna get to know me, huh?

I did one of these a while ago, but I’d like to think I’ve changed a little bit since then.

Bilbo Taggins: @jcckwrites, @immawritethat, @ink-flavored, @brokenflashbackgypsy, @otters-holding-hands, @battlestargalaska, @ofinscriptions, @c-ambrosewrites, @chrysanthos-writes, @clarissalopeswriter, @dreadwvlfscript

Nickname: The only ones I have are the ones my family uses. And most of them are loving insults.

Zodiac sign: Taurus

Height: 5′5.3″

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw

Last thing googled: ***** residence hall floor plans (Time for grad school! Eek!)

Favorite musicians: Most Broadway actors, Anais Mitchell, Queen, Led Zeppelin, Janelle Monae, Rush, Angels & Airwaves, grandson, Go! Child, Foo Fighters, Starkid Productions, Howard Shore, AC/DC, Yes, , Triumph, Duran Duran, Donna Summers, Joan Stafford, Ella Fitzgerald... my taste is wide and varied.

Song stuck in head: “The Wedding Song” from Hadestown has been in my brain for months.

Following: Around 400

Followers: ~850!

Do I get asks: I do! And I love gettin’ ‘em! Send me more! Most of my recent ones have been writing prompts, and I participate in most Storyteller Saturdays.

Amount of sleep: About 7hrs a night on average. In school, closer to 6.

Lucky number: 26 is good.

Wearing: Sweat pants, fuzzy socks, an old tank top, and a bracelet made out of recycled plastic found in the ocean. It’s cozy time.

Dream job: Writing would be nice, but editing would be better. My current career path is looking pretty snazzy, too!

Dream trip: Weta Workshop and LotR tour in NZ, going back to Scotland during the Fringe (I performed there a few years ago!), Norway during prime space-watching times.

Instruments: I was forced to learn the clarinet, violin, and drums in grade school. I was in choir in 8th grade, so vocals. I know 1.4 songs on the acoustic guitar.

Languages: English (native), Spanish (meager), Italian (2yrs in university, so somewhat conversational). I know lots of different words in phrases in a bunch of languages, though. Accents are my party trick.

Favorite songs: Right now? Hm. The Hadestown album. “Dance Apocalyptic” by Janelle Monae. I will jam out to any Rush song I hear. “Bury Me Face Down” by grandson. “Just a Little Bit” by Kids Of 88. “Radio Ga Ga” by Queen. And I’m always up to sing along to the Cantata Pansophical’s Vox Machina: An Exandrian Musical album.

Random fact: I love big mugs and I cannot lie.

Aesthetic: The chill English teacher you had for one year and keep visiting at lunch time every year after, a Jeep with no doors and a “whales are pretty neat” bumper sticker, a stack of books and loose papers perched precariously on the corner of a crowded desk, the low whir of a gaming console powering up, the best pen to write with, the coziest cardigan you own.

#writeblr #about me #writer tag #tag game #21 questions tag game #21 Questions #21 questions tag #Hadestown is amazing go listen to its music #shout out to The Adventure Zone and Griffin McElroy for some absolutely baller music too

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heliantyr · 5 years ago

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ALRIGHT!

Time for questions! I’m going to put 1-9 here plain and simple, and then the rest will be under the break just so that you don’t have to scroll to oblivion if you don’t want to see this! Let’s go!

1: Name

My name is Jude, or Coreta if you wanna use my pen name! A few of you might also know me as Virchude since that’s my main blog!

2: Age

I won’t tell you plainly, but I am still in high school.

3: City that you live in

I’m just gonna tell you which state! I live in the lower peninsula of Michigan!

4: What do most people not know about you?

I’m almost certain that none of you know this, but I am the youngest of my dad’s (kinda) six kids.

5: What do most people know you for?

If we’re talking just here, I hope to all get out it’s my headcanons, but in real life it’s the fact that I get offended rather easily...

6: Hobbies!

I do a lot of pointless writing (meaning I never finish anything)... I also draw a lot of random junk, I rad a shit ton of fanfiction, I sing/write songs a lot... uuhh and do nothing.

7: What are your passions?

I have a very large passion for helping those around me who have suffered like I have mentally and emotionally. I also really like debating (more like arguing) with people about politics!

8: When was the last time you had a significant conversation with someone you love?

Just yesterday my mom, older sister, and I ended up accidentally sitting down in the living room and ranting about how shitty out lives are... so.......... yeah

9: have you collected anything? What is it?

I have a small hat collection (that I hardly ever wear), and I’m beginning a plant collection! There is also a ever fluctuating collection of cups and bottles in my room T-T

10: List ten things off your bucket list (I may not remember half of these TvT)

*Take a trip back to Colorado with my friends

*Start a business

*Travel to at least 8 countries

*Go to Andorra

*Be known for some great feat

*Have one of my works (whether art or writing, etc) become famous or greatly known

*Meet one of my favorite actors/band members (doesn’t matter who)

*Learn to swim...............

*Make drastic strides towards saving the planet

*Meet more people from my dad’s side of the family

11: What was the last thing you learned?

Seeing as I got out of world history an hour and a half ago, we learned about the Cold War and how the USSR fell apart because of silly putty

12: How many relationships have you been in?

Counting the ones that didn’t mean shit, 4. Only counting the ones that actually meant something, 2.

13 + 14 I am not answering.

15: Favorite food

Menudo. Fuckin love it

16: Favorite drink

hm... either tea or ginger ale, but out of a shot glass TvT A TWO LETER OUT OF A SHOT GLASS

17: What is the best birthday gift you have ever received?

I went to NYC over my birthday weekend this year with my school’s choir, and our tour leader on my bus got me a pastry in Little Italy! It meant so much because I didn’t even know her!

18: Are you optimistic or pessimistic?

I’m usually pessimistic unless my friends are also being pessimistic, cuz then I’m frigin sunshine and rainbows!

19: Do you sleep during class?

Not very often, and only if what I’m doing isn’t actually important.

20: What is the most expensive thing you own?

If not my actual bed, my laptop, which is $200.

21: What is the cheapest yet most useful thing you own?

..... I... Don’t know... uh I got a huge fukin thing of cocoa butter lotion at the dollar tree... and it’s kind of multi use?!?

22: How many time a day on average to you check your phone?

.........don’t look at me like that.

23: Text or call?

Text. I wanna call people, but what if they don’t pick up? Or it’s really awkward? or I can’t hear them? or vise versa? or-

24: Opinion on long distance?

Sounds like torture. I honestly couldn’t do it.

25: What is your definition of success?

Feeling satisfied or content with what you’ve done.

26: Favorite song?

um. At the moment, Killer Queen by Queen.

27: Favorite artist?

Music wise, Patrick Stump. Art wise, Van Gogh.

28: Celebrity crush/crushes?

That’s a long list. But my main two recently have been Sebastian Stan and Tom Holland...

29: When was the last time you read for fun?

Aside from fanfiction? Last Wednesday night I stayed up reading Shakespeare’s sonnets to myself...

30: Favorite flower?

chrysanthemums!

31: What is the best gift you could receive right now?

A confidence boost that lasted at least the rest of high school...

32: Any guilty pleasures?

Day dreaming about random shit.... random weird shit about people I know...

33: What is one thing you’d like to change about yourself?

Hm... I think I’d change my mental health. I just wanna be perfectly okay for once.

34: What do you search for in a friend?

being able to understand me, relate to me, and be weird with me. Also mutual interests. And reasonable barriers.

35: How many times have I said “I love you” in the past month?

You expect me you count???? A shit ton! Do you know how many times a day I have a family member leave the goddamn house????

36: Where dd you last go other than your room/home?

School.

37: Why do good things happen to good people?

Because that’s not how life works. Our society constantly has people suffering, no matter who they are or what they’ve done.

38: In your opinion, what hurts more? Being left out, or being stabbed in the eye?

Seeing as I’m just about used to the pain of being left out, I’d say being stabbed in the eye. I am such a wuss T-T

39: How many green shirts do you own?

1. It’s a St. Patty’s day shirt.

40: Do you like anime?

noooooooooooo.......... not at allllll.... TvT I’m tired!

41: What do you invest the most time in?

Either videogames or fanfiction.

42: What is the name of the last book you read?

The Hobbit (even though I haven’t finished yet)

43: What’s the difference between loving and liking someone?

No clue... Still trying to figure that out.

44: Where are you most productive?

My art classroom

45: List three things you enjoy doing with friends:

*Complaining about life

*being gay

*Pretend to kidnap one of them my dragging them around the floor during lunch

46: List three things you like to do alone:

*Listen to music

*Think

*Read

47: Do you think that world peace will ever exist?

As long as there are living things on it? Never.

48: Do you have any allergies?

Absolutely none! I knew this kid in the third grade who was allergic to nuts, milk, AND gluten!

49: When was the last time you cussed at someone?

My friend and I got into an argument about who the best actors are during english....

50: What was the last promise you made?

.......Is it bad that I don’t remember?

51: What was your last dream about?

I had a hedgehog (which I really frikin want), and I was taking care of them, and hen this asshole in my grade was in my living room and I had to be nice to him.

52: If you won a trip to Hawaii and could take 5 people with you, who would they be?

*My best friend Kiara

*My friend Raph

*My other friend Molly

*My other other friend Faith

*My dog

53: How many countries have you visited?

1, if you count the fact that I live in one!

54: What is your favorite medium of art?

Music. It moves me so easily.

55: When was the last time someone complimented you?

My friend Laura jokingly complimented my hair during english (we were looking at old english compliments) and she winked at me TyT

56: If you switched bodies with someone, how would you recognize yourself?

uh... hol up, wha?

57: Do you consider yourself mature?

At times, yes.

58: How many days in your life do you think you’ve wasted on tumblr?

so frigin many, but there’s more to come!!!!

59: What is your favorite quote?

“I was so good at sports when I was in high school, that I started a band.”

-Patrick Stump

60: If you started a new religion and you had to create 3 rules or commandments for your new followers to live by, what would those 3 rules be?

*Be kind to all (see how that’s turned out???)

*Spend life learning. Try to find the lesson in your experiences.

*Mental growth is more important than anything

61: What is your greatest accomplishment?

Being alive today.

62: Do you believe in the death penalty?

No, not really.

63: What are your goals in life?

To be a better person than my mother is, and to help others on a mental level.

64: What do you think your soulmate is doing right now?

I honestly have no clue... maybe something weird?

65: If you could live anywhere, where would you live? The place can be in an imaginary, fantasy, or the real world.

I would have to go with.......... oo that’s hard................... the bnha universe T-T I want powers!

66: What were you like in 2013?

I was an awkward, abusive, shitty little child.

67: Do you have a job?

Nope! I’m planning on possibly finding a part-time one soon, though!

68: Tell us a story about your childhood best friend.

His name was Parker, and he was a year older than me. He was my first friend other than my older sister, and I loved him so much. I don’t remember much, seeing as the last time I saw him I was five... It was early fall, just when the leaves start to fall. We had one of those trees in my front year that dropped the seed thingies that twirled around. Parker and I would always toss so many of those in the air until out hands got cold... I really miss him.

69: If you could change one thing in society, what would it be?

I would get rid of corrupt governments and people in positions of power.

70: How many all-nighters have you pulled before?

Never have I pulled one for school, but I find myself staying up til the crack of dawn the day before school starts, usually. Or on nights when I can’t but help contemplate everything to the point of not being able to sleep at all.

71: Is tumblr your favorite website? If not, then what is it?

Tumblr is one of my favorites, but Ao3 has my ass.

72: What is the craziest thing you would do for a million dollars?

Nothing. I tend to be very hard to bribe. But if I reaaallly needed the money, I wouldn’t be able to kill someone, I’ll tell you that.

73: Does money equal happiness?

It can for some people, but not for all.

74: How many times have you experienced true happiness in your lifetime?

I don’t know, a few? I’m never truly happy until my thoughts leave me alone.

75: How many times have you experienced true sadness in your lifetime?

More than happy, I can tell you that.

76: What’s the funniest joke you have ever been told?

My generation is going to save the planet.

77: When was the last time you looked at the news?

We actually watched a news clip during history today!

78: If you could say one thing to the world, what would you say?

Stop being a dick!

79: What is your favorite animal?

A hedgehog!!

80: If you could earn a million dollars for pretending to be dead for three years, would you do it?

NO! I have people who would miss my sorry ass, then murder me for coming back!

81: What is one thing everyone is bad at?

Having a lot of friends. A lot of the time (in my personal experience), the more friends you have, the less time you can spend with them, and the less close you are, until eventually you can’t keep dividing your time!

82: What time do you normally sleep? How many hours do you usually get?

uuuhh... yes, and not enough!

83: Does age necessarily equal maturity?

No, but that does not excuse digusting things like p*****ilia.

84: What is your favorite clothing store?

....The Hot Topical.

85: In the winter- beanies or gloves?

why not both?!?!?!?

86: Would you rather have wings or a fish tail?

Wings. I can’t swim, and I panic underwater.

87: If you had the power to erase someone from the world so that nobody remembered them but you, would you do it?

That depends, does it fuck up history? Cuz in that case, no!

88: What do you fear the most?

Being abandoned by everyone.

89: How many digits of pi can you recite?

3...

90: If you could travel back to one year and relive it again, what year would it be?

2015, so I could leave a better version of my for my friends that I leave at the end of the year,

91: Describe yourself in one word.

Invasive

92: Describe your last victory.

I had a conversation with that asshole from my dream without arguing with him.

93: What is the weirdest thing you have ever seen?

SO! This one time towards the end of the school day in the seventh grade. This one kid (let’s call him V) was sitting next to his friend (C). I look over as I go to shoulder my bag, and V is running his hand down C’s thigh. V catches me looking, and goes “WHAT?! he did it first!” like that made it better! (and it kinda did because that’s still one of my best stories!)

94: What is something you will never forget?

Something traumatic

95: Would you rather forget all of the past, or remember everything in vivid detail?

Vivid detail. Then maybe I could win arguments with my sister!

96: Have you ever broken a bone before?

yeah... I fractured the growth plate in my foot in the sixth grade... by walking.....

97: Is it harder love someone, or hate someone?

love is so hard....

98: Coffee or tea?

I drink both, but tea ftw!

99: What are some little things you do that have changed your life in a positive way?

I have become more friendly with my dog, and he actually likes me now!

100: How many hours do spend on tumblr a day?

quite a fukin few....

#asks #long post #bnhahc #get to know me #get to know jude #not headcanons

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ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes · 6 years ago

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Getting to Know You Better Part 24

Summary: Gabrielle has a nine-year-old son who is a huge Captain America fan. He notices one of the actors on the subway and loudly points it out to her. That’s when Gabrielle realizes that actor was the man she had a one-night-stand with the week before.

Chapter Summary: Sebastian talks about being a father and Gabrielle has a hard time coping without him

Warnings: Just general parenting woes

Note: I’ve got my masterlist up on my bio. Feel free to check it out. It’s where I’ll be posting all of my fics and one-shots!

“Mom, they put the interview up.”

“Oh, good.” I smiled and wiped my hands on my jeans. Stela and I were in the middle of painting when James walked into the kitchen. Sebastian was away on a press tour and we all missed him terribly. It was nice to watch some of the interviews he did just to feel a little closer to him between phone calls and Face Times.

“Stela, baby, look.” I picked her up and sat down on the couch with her and James. He started the interview and held it so we could all see.

“He’s starred in many Marvel movies and several Oscar-nominated films. From TV shows to the stage, he’s done it all, and is a father of two, Sebastian Stan.”

I smiled when I saw him sitting there in his true form. I loved watching his work; he was always so passionate about it.

“So you have a little girl, what’s parenting like compared to being an actor?”

Sebastian chuckled. “It’s definitely two different jobs but you can incorporate some bits and pieces. My daughter is almost two and basically runs the household. She’s sort of like the director. She’s got an incredible imagination so you have to really set your ego aside and just be silly with her.”

“And you’ve got your girlfriend and her son, it must be hard to be apart from them.”

“It’s the worst but Gabrielle understands and the kids know I’ll always be back soon.”

“Daddy…” Stela looked at the phone, clearly recognizing Sebastian.

“Yeah, that’s daddy,” I said softly and kissed her hair.

Her face scrunched up. “Daddy…” She started to sniffle and her eyes welled up with tears. “Want daddy home!” She suddenly burst out.

I bit my lip. “He’s coming home this weekend, baby, that’s not too long,” I promised.

“Want daddy home, now!” She wailed and started kicking her feet, nearly knocking the phone out of James’s hand.

“Stela…” I sighed and stood up. “You can be upset but you can’t kick your brother.” I set her down on her feet.

She dropped to the floor and began sobbing for Sebastian. “Now!” Now! Now!”

I ran a hand through my hair and felt like crying too. Things weren’t easy when Sebastian was away. I’d been a single mother for so long, I assumed I could take care of everything on my own. But Stela was not as easy of a toddler as James was. She was very energetic and hated sleeping. It was often ten or eleven o’clock before I could get her to really get into bed. It was worse when Sebastian was away because she refused to go to sleep without him tucking her in. We tried having Sebastian Skype in during bedtime and even getting her a teddy bear with his voice prerecorded wishing her goodnight every time she pressed its paw.

But nothing seemed to do the trick. Stela wore me out no matter how much I loved her. It didn’t help that James was getting into his teenage years either. He was openly defiant to me and would talk back to me if I tried punishing him. If anything, he responded better to Sebastian’s scolding than mine. So when Sebastian was away, James felt like he had free rein to do whatever he pleased without any consequences.

I was at my wit's end when the phone rang. Stela was going on her second hour of the nonstop tantrum and I had to go into another room to hear the person on the other line.

“Sorry, who is this?”

“Hi, Miss Wilson, this is Heather from Memorial, the principal was hoping to have a word with you this week about James.”

I looked confused. “About James? Is it regarding anything serious?”

“It’s about a few things, mainly his absences and the fight from last week.”

My jaw dropped and I wasn’t sure which to tackle first. “Wh-fight? He was in a fight? When?”

“I-I’m sorry, Miss Wilson, I thought you knew. We called his other emergency contact last week when we couldn’t get a hold of you. Your boyfriend if I’m not mistaken.”

“Sebastian?” I felt like the air was sucked out of my lungs. “You told him about it?”

“Yes, ma’am, he said he would address it with the family. I’m sorry, I just assumed he told you.”

“It’s not your fault…I would’ve assumed that too.” I grimaced. “What about the absences? He’s been going to school as far as I’m concerned.”

“We’ve found him cutting class a few times. It’s just something the principal wants to talk to you about. Can you make an appointment to come in this week?” She asked.

“Yeah, let me figure out when I can get my other one in daycare and let you know,” I said, wrapping up the conversation with the receptionist and hanging up. I was so upset I wasn’t sure who to start with. I left the room and found Stela had calmed herself down a little. At least that was one problem solved. I left her to play in the living room and strode down the hallway. “James Wilson.” I knocked on his door.

“What?”

“Come out here right now.”

“I’m busy, mom. I’m playing Fortnite.”

“Not anymore you’re not, I’m taking your electronics away from you. Now open the door and give me your laptop and phone.” I demanded in my best parenting voice.

There was some quiet and then he opened the door. “I’m not giving you my phone.” He said grumbled as he relinquished his laptop.

“Yes, you are.” I took the computer from his hands. “I’m the one paying for it so I can take it from you whenever I want. That's the way this works.”

“Mom, I need it!” He began to raise his voice.

“Too bad! It’s funny how you know exactly what you’re getting punished for. You thought I wouldn’t find out, right?” I walked into his room and found his phone on his desk. “You’ll get these back in two weeks.”

“Two weeks!?” He exclaimed indignantly. “That’s not fair!”

“You’re preaching to the choir, buddy.” I retorted and went to lock up his electronics in my closet.

“What am I supposed to do for two weeks?” He demanded.

I was disgruntled to see some of his father’s entitled personality showing through. “I know it sounds strange but I’m sure you’ll survive. Now go play with your sister, I have to call Sebastian.” I said firmly.

“I hate you.” James spat and retreated to his room, not listening to me at all.

“Sorry to hear that.” I wasn’t too fazed to hear that. I’d heard it several times before. I dialed Sebastian’s number, hoping he wasn’t busy.

“Hey, love.”

“When were you going to tell me my son was in a fight at school?” I wasn’t in the mood for affection.

There was a pause on the other end of the line. I’m sure he was thinking of the best thing to say. “Gabby, I didn’t mean to keep it from you…”

“But you did.”

“I did because I was already in Los Angeles when I got the phone call. I thought we could handle it when I got back.”

“Sebastian, that’s not your judgment to make. Just because you're away doesn't mean you control the situation.” I retorted sharply. “If my son was in a fight I should’ve been the first one to know.”

“They called me because you were working, I’m sorry. I just…I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“You tell me because he shouldn’t think he can get away with stuff like that! It’s bad enough you’re gone and I’m at my wit's end because of these kids! Stela won’t stop crying for you and James is acting like I have no right to punish him!”

He sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“Apologizing doesn’t help anything, Sebastian, you can’t just keep apologizing.”

“What am I supposed to do then? I can’t just magically bounce back and forth across the country.” He sounded just as frustrated as I was.

“You need to be a father.”

“I’m doing the best I can.”

“Really? When I’m the one who has to stay up with Stela all night because she misses you so much? A father is there for his children.”

“You knew what I did for a living you…”

“Don’t blame this on me. Everyone just blames it all on me. I didn’t hear about the fight because I didn’t answer the phone, I’m the evil one because I took his phone away, and I’m bad because I can’t make you appear for Stela. Maybe this is your fault, Sebastian, not mine.”

“I can’t talk about this right now, I need to leave.”

“Great, that’s fine, just keep living it up over there. Pretend to be this perfect father for the cameras and have everyone adore you.”

“Gabrielle, that’s not fair…”

“Yeah, you’re right it’s not fair. None of this is fair!” I hung up on him and threw my phone on the bed. I felt too tired to even cry.

//It can’t be all warm and fuzzy unfortunately. But teenagers and toddlers are a handful

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foranonwritings · 7 years ago

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His love is very necessary to me

“Sometimes I get very tired of Shannon, sometimes I think I I’ll grab something heavy and knock him so hard that his head will be ringing as the plates of the drum set. Sometimes he’s too caring. He is so caring that I sometimes think that I’m dying or physically limited. But when I get tired, I fall on the couch and realize that Shannon is far, he toured with Antoine or somewhere else out there, I feel bad, I miss his absolute care, I want to be a younger brother, who he takes care of. I do not care that I’m forty, I like to be his younger brother, his love is very necessary to me.” — Jared Leto about his older brother Shannon.

@jletolove4eva

Tense silence filled the stretching hallway. Heavy doors with card key locks ran its length. Single barriers between an intrusive reality and whatever alternate existence lay behind them. Jared had lived hotel life long enough to imagine what was being lived, unseen. The thick black on white carpet ensured his footsteps did not disturb the inhabitants of the rooms.

Mentally ticking off the numbers until the desired door was reached. He steeled himself in preparation for whatever might lay beyond. In one motion he slid the card through the slot and turned the smooth handle.

At first glance the suite was a whirlwind mess. Articles of clothing of all kinds were strewn about in their hasty removal. Dozens of beer and liquor bottles covered dressers and table surfaces. But the arrangement of multicolored pills, mingling with a large mound of white powder in the center of the marble coffee table consumed Jared's attention the most; sending him adrift years of memories of heartache, fear and helplessness he'd just as soon forget.

Then movement brought him back to sharp focus as two blonde girls stood and whirled towards the intruder. Behind them, a third form, draped over a couch, barely showed signs of life. Both girls were topless, drunk and wide eyed. Jared's keen eye followed the shorter girl's trailing arm to its end. The delicate fingers trying not to look as if they were reaching for the wallet that peeked over the denim pocket of the third occupant.

"Get. Out." The order was sharp and cold. It startled both the girls, more than he'd meant to, but Jared couldn't care through his mounting disgust. They hesitated for just a moment, as if they thought to size him up. The presumption made him see red. "Now!." He hissed. There was no mistaking his intent then, and both girls clumsily gathered what few clothes were in reach before hurrying out the door. A quiet click the only ghost of their presence.

Breathing deeply Jared deliberately slid an arm over the table top, displacing trash and drugs in a costly dust cloud, clearing a place to sit. He propped both elbows on his knees and scrubbed his face with his hands to regain control. And with a final sigh he decided to pull out a half emptied bottle of water from his coat pocket. A deft twist of his hand removed the plastic cap, and unceremoniously dumped the remainder over the prone form of his older brother. The reaction was instantaneous.

Shannon bolted up sputtering and swiping indignantly at his face. "Shannon." Jared simply stated. "What the hell!" The older brother demanded, unable to entirely hide the disoriented wonder as he fully awoke. Jared cocked an eyebrow as if in consideration. "Welcome back. What the fuck are you doing?" There was a low growl in the question.

"I could ask you the same." Shannon feigned leisure, leaning back and putting a booted foot next to his brother on the table. Jared wanted to scream and let loose a tirade of outrage at this supposed normalcy. Instead he breathed again and forced himself to see through his brother's stubborn defenses. "Thought I'd come see how the tour was going." It was calculated, deliberately non judgemental. Shannon rolled his head from shoulder to shoulder as if to unkink his neck. It was chess, and the loser would be the first to break the illusion of control. "Had off tonight. What's your problem Jared, don't be coy." Shannon baited,then stared purposely at the ceiling, hands behind his head.

"So you hole up with some hookers to coke out? Saved your wallet by the way." Jared gripped his knees, the motion familiar and grounding. "Not that it's any of your business." Shannon emphasized, "thanks for my wallet, though." His gaze returning level, he still refused to meet Jared's eyes, he knew if he did, the game was over.

"Are you kidding!?" Jared roared, suddenly standing. Shannon jumped in his seat on the couch. The game was definitely over. "Not my business? Who drags your ass back from the brink when you fall into this shit? You're not just killing everything you've worked your ass off for brother, you're taking MY dream with you!" Shannon flinched as his facade crumbled.

The silence settled slowly over them again. Both brothers feeling very old, and very raw. Knowing exactly what the other was thinking. The same old back and forth. The how could yous, and I'm sorrys, stale as the cemetery of cigarette butts in a beer bottle.

"I-I know you did this," Jared gestured bigger than the room around them. "because you wanted something of your own. But; you have to know, I will never lose you to this." Jared purposely didn't acknowledge the substances on the floor. "Not while I'm breathing Shannon. This life can't be ok." Jared wasn't sure when he'd sat back down, but he attempted to meet the darker eyes across from him. And when he did, they were just as familiar as ever, with the same emotions running through them, the love, the fear, the wild passion. Everything he loved and admired in his big brother, that also made him fear for him.

"It's not like that. I just wanted a break. To be out of myself for a night and this, here, I didn't want to drag you in." Jared barked a laugh and looked around the room again. "Unless you've got Keith Richards stashed in a closet this is more than one night." Shannon's eyes rolled in agreement. "Yea, guess it did go a little Hunter S. Thompson." They both smiled devilishly. "I can't come home yet Jared. I've gotta finish this with Antoine." Then a thought stopped him. "Mom doesn't know, does she?" Jared's face grew a little harder. "No. She thinks you lost your phone. Again." Shannon nodded, clearly grateful. "But this," Jared gestured to the mess on the floor. "stops. Tonight." It was Shannon's turn to lean forward. Elbows on knees, hands covering his face. "You're right." He acquiesced after a few moments.

Jared pivoted and sunk into the couch next to his brother. "Imagine letting you loose on Amsterdam. Jesus!" Jared scoffed. Shannon laughed and plopped back. "Shut up! They were hanging around the back door of the last club. You know I never pay." Shannon cocked an eyebrow. Jared immediately furrowed his own in defense. "I don't PAY!" Shannon laughed harder. "I know, you're too scared of girls." "I am NOT scared! I prefer to have a connection with someone that I sleep with." Jared grimmaced as his retort hung in the air. He waited, now refusing to meet Shannon's gaze. It did not keep his older brother from bursting into a fit of giggles. They continued trading jabs and digs, falling into thier own personal rapport as the hours rolled by.

And finally, when the night was its darkest and most quiet, Shannon brought up the detail they'd both been avoiding.

"You didn't come here to see how the shows were going." He stated, playing with a plate full of chips they'd long since stopped eating. "You would kill it playing with a choir of gregorian chanting nuns." Jared replied absently twirling the keycard between his thumb and forefinger. "And that's a mental image." Shannon snorted.

"How many more do you have?" "You know how many." Shannon smiled. "And my kit at your place will be my first stop as soon as I get back." He didn’t respond, just searched the face he knew so well. “I’ll be there Jared. One thousand percent. I’m coming back.” Jared nodded. He stood and headed out the door. No traded goodbyes, or brotherly hugs needed.

Alone, awake and sober Shannon began the task of sorting, cleaning and returning his room to general order. All to keep his mind from wandering to topics too vast for a post bender 4 am. He deliberately did not hear the quiet, tempting whispers as the pills found their way into the toilet. Did not reflect on two little boys whose whole world was the joy and peace they found making music as he sorted his practice pads in their cases. And definitely did not think about two men, so in sync that being on opposite sides of the world would not keep them from quelling each other's loneliness or tendency to teeter on the edge of disaster. And as Shannon finally sat back down at the kitchen counter, steaming coffee not entirely enough to face the oncoming day. he noticed 1 text message waiting on his phone. A single image, unmistakably his brother's hand, holding his wallet. Shannon couldn't help but reach for his back pocket, only to find it empty. "Son of a bitch." He smiled.

#30 seconds to mars #Jared Leto #Shannon Leto

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yes-music-is-my-religion · 7 years ago

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Melodies //Shawn Mendes + Musician! Reader One Shot

You've always had a passion for music. No matter what you did or where you were you were always humming a melody or tapping your foot to the one in your head. In the 1st grade you decided to enter your school’s talent show and sang a cover of John Mayer’s Waiting On the World to Change and fell in love with the feeling of performing. From then on you got on stage every chance you got. Talent shows, solos in Choir, you name it. Once you hit Junior High you created your own YouTube channel and started posting covers and then eventually your own music gaining you more attention. You became the talk of your town. One night after performing at the local pub you worked at you were approached by a man. He gave you a card and told you he was from an record label and had watched some of your videos and thinks you have real talented and would love to sign you.

That's how you got where you are now, 3 years later, on your way to see your manager after getting a call saying he wanted to discuss some business over lunch. “Ah! There she is!” Your manager, Danny exclaimed teasingly.

“Hi Danny.” You laughed and quickly hugged him before you turned your attention to the man who stood from the seat next to your manager.

“Y/N this is Andrew.” He quickly stood and you flashed him a smile and shook hands exchanging a hello. “He’s a good friend of mine and is here to discuss something with you.” You nodded your head and sat down quickly ordering a water.

“Danny and I have been thinking about some things to get you a little more publicity.There's a young man on my record label about your age. His name is Shawn and he’s very talented and well known and Danny and I believe that it would be a great idea for you guys to get to know each other and write and perform a song on tour together. ” He paused and looked at Danny then you. “What do you say? We both believe it's an incredible opportunity for you.” You ran over the idea in your head. It would be nice to get some more recognition and it’s been your dream since you were little to tour the world. You glanced towards your manager and he nodded encouragingly.

“If you accept I'm almost positive that you'll get along very well. You have a lot in common.” You turned to the two in front of you and flashed your million dollar smile.

“Sounds wonderful. When do we start?”

Days later you stood with your manager waiting to meet your new partner and tourmate and start tour.

“He’ll be here any minute.” You began to wonder who this guy was. Danny had you listen to a few songs and you were pretty impressed with his vocals but wondered if he sounded as great live. “Ah! He's here. Shawn!” You turn to find an absolutely gorgeous man across the room. Tall, muscular and a head of thick, dark, messy curls and a face sculpted by Gods themselves with a smile to match. He stood there in all his glory dressed in a simple short sleeved white t-shirt exposing a tattoo in the shape of a guitar and a pair if blue jeans. He flashed a smile and made his way over.

“Shawn. Meet Y/N. Y/N. This is Shawn.”

Shawn stuck out his hand for you to shake and you stepped closer to accept the shake and he probably thought were going for a hug and awkwardly wrapped his arms around you. You were a little stunned and hugged him back then he pulled back with a small laugh and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Sorry. Um gosh it's nice to finally meet you in person. I'm uh Shawn. Obviously. I'm excited to work with you! Here.” He put his hand at the small of your back. “Let me show you around.” You both made small talk as he shows you around the bus and you talked about ideas you had for the songs and that turned into to your passion for music and Shawn as amazed at the deep love you had for it. You were gorgeous and had an incredible appreciation for music.

Within the next few days the two of you grew closer. Telling each other a few secrets and casually slipping a flirtatious remark into your conversations secretly hoping the other noticed.

It's been about a month since you've been on the road and at the moment you sat on your bed strumming a melody and pausing to write the notes and a few words on the paper. After a few more words and writing you decided to test out how well it sounded all together so far. The melody came easy to you and you began to sing. The words flowed along smoothly with the melody as your voice rang throughout the bus. Little did you know that a certain boy was standing outside your door falling faster for you at the sound of your voice. Throughout these weeks he became more touchy with you. Casual touches on the arm, hand resting on your knee and even brushing imaginary eyelashes off your cheeks. He was developing feelings for a girl he barely knew. He may not know much about you but he knew you had a rare passion for music and were one of the sweetest people he's met. He felt a spark between you two the moment his eyes met yours and he could only pray that you felt that too.

You paced across the conference room floor of the hotel you were staying for the next few nights whilst Shawn sat at the piano playing melodies for the new song. He looked up for a moment, watching you work.Top of the pen coming to rest against your lips while trying to figure out the right words as you paced back and forth. He gazed at you in adoration and took in your late night look. Rose pattern sleep shorts, fuzzy sock and... is that? His gazed focus on your top.His green hoodie? He smiled and yelled your name to get your attention.

“Is that… my hoodie?” He pointed at it ready knowing the answer. Your eyes met his sheepishly and his smile widened at the pink that began to dust your cheeks as you let out a nervous laugh.

“Yeah. I was cold on the bus and you left it lying on the couch.” You fidgeted with the strings and met his sparkling eyes. “I can take it off-”

“Don't worry about it.” he laughed. “It looks good on you.” You smiled embarrassed and looked back at your lyrics. You looked back up a moment later to be met with Shawn, chin in hand looking at you.

"Shawn you're staring. What is it?”

“You're beautiful.” He mumbled. You were a surprised by his boldness. You and Shawn had grown closer and you've both had your turns of flirting with the other for the past few months of being on the road but nothing like this ever came up at least not that you noticed. Your cheeks burned and you smiled at you notepad. He smiled and continued to mess around with melodies on the piano. A certain one sticking with you.

“Wait!” You exclaimed. His head shot up from the keys to look at you

“What? What's wrong?”

“That melody that you just played. Do it again!” He looked at you questionably but played it again.

“Shawn! That's it!”

“What's What?”

“That's the bridge that ties to the end of the song, it's exactly what we need!”

You sat next to him on the bench and set the sheet music you guy have worked on in front of him. He began to play the sweet melody and you started to sing the words for him as he played around with the harmony. The sing came to a close and you jumped up from the bench excitedly and ran around the room.Shawn's slaughter carried throughout the room as he stood and made his way in front of the piano. You looked over at him and ran over and embraced him in a hug.

“Shawn we did it!” You were ecstatic and He wrapped his arms around your waist to spin you around and set you back down. You gazed into his eyes a huge smile on your face.

“They'll love it.”

Today's the day. It's your first time performing the duet with Shawn. You've opened a couple shows for him and they're been talking about it. Everyone has been so excited to hear it. You were standing backstage waiting for your cue from. Dresses in tight blue jeans and a sleeveless white shirt. Over it was an old jean jacket with a belt tied around the waist to show off your figure as it dropped off your right shoulder exposing the beginning of a tattoo on bicep. Your hair was curled and you felt so confident in yourself and in this song you were about to perform.

"For this next song I'm gonna need some help so please welcome back to the stage my incredibly talented and very beautiful partner for this tour!” The crowd cheered as you walked on stage smiling your heeled boots clicking against the stage. You smiled and blew a kiss to the crowd and took your guitar from off the stand. “Hey guys!” You yelled into the mic the audience became quiet. “Shawn and I,”

You were cut off by a loud cheer from a lone wolf in the crowd. You turned towards Shawn a blush on your cheeks and you both let out a laugh. “Thank you so much. Uh anyways, Shawn and I are so so excited to share this song with you. We've worked so hard on this to get it perfect and we hope you guys like it.” You smiled and Shawn cued the band.

You came in first and the sing started out soft. The bridge came and Shawn harmonised softly in the background every few words. The beat pick up at chorus and you grabbed the mic from the stand and began to move around to the beat. The second verse was Shawn’s and he grabbed the mic and looked at you and began to sing to you. The words were sweet and you smiled as the crowd took notice of the chemistry that seemed to bloom further between you two. It turned into you singing back to him and the bridge Shawn wrote was entirely his own and he grabbed your hand then turned to the crowd. You put your hand on his cheek as you two sang the final chorus and belted out the final note. The crowd yelled and cheered in love with the new song. It was perfect.

Shawn wrapped his arm around you in a side hug and leaned to kiss your cheek before his lips met your skin you turned your head to tell him something and his lips ended up connecting with yours in an actual kiss. The crowd roars to life at the sight of this. You quickly pulled away your cheeks burning red with embarrassment and quickly got offstage.Your lips burned with the small kiss. You're mind was a mess. You heard your name being called and took a deep breath and came out of your hiding place to be met with a cherry cheeked Shawn.

“I'm so sorry. That's not how I wanted it to turn out. I just meant to kiss your cheek and then-”

“Its ok.” You cut off his rambling and he looked at you wide eyed. “That's not how I wanted it to turn out either but it was nice. I honestly can't deny the feeling I've felt for you while on this tour Shawn. I like you like a lot.” his eyes lit up

“You've felt it too thank god. Your perfect to me. I mean you're voice and your appreciation for music and just you in general. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel the same.” You both laughed and hug each other. You pull away and notice Shawn glancing at your lips. You put your hand on the back of his neck, fiddling with the small curls there to get his attention and you bit your lip trying to contain the smile on your face as he put his hands on your hips and smiled down at you. You're eyes met his.

“You wanna try that kiss again?”

“Sweetheart. I thought you'd never ask.”

#shawn mendes imagine #shanwmendes #its finally done #im kinda proud of this #enjoy #shawn peter raul mendes #shawn mendes imagines #shawn mendes fluff

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1. You and Kevin and Randy are helping Bonham clean out her mom’s garage when Kevin suddenly shouts from the back, “Oh my God, this is awesome! Check it out!” You hear a bike bell, and he comes rolling around the corner on a pink vintage beach cruiser (Bonham’s bike from childhood) with a smug look on his face. “This is the coolest thing ever, I’m taking it home with me.” How do the three of you respond?

Bonham: I totally forgot I had that.

Randy: That's some bike.

I’m laughing a little at Kevin on a pink bike.

2. You and the boys are helping Bonham and her mom at their garage sale, and a guy is looking at buying Chuck’s motorcycle. He doesn’t have the cash on him, so he needs to go to the bank. Rather than asking if his wife can stay to make sure no one else buys it, he turns to Bonham and says, “I’m leaving my wife here as collateral, I’ll be back.” He’s gone before she can say anything. How do you and the boys respond?

Me: I hope he comes back. Last time we had that happen at my grandparents' garage sale, the guy forgot to pick up his wife.

Randy: How do you forget to pick up your wife?

Kevin: He probably went out drinking.

3. Later on the day of the sale, a husband is staying behind to ensure no one buys a set of tires while his wife heads to the bank. While he waits, he’s appraising the car lift that’s for sale. He really wants it, but he has to ask his wife if he can buy it. When she gets back and the tires are loaded up and ready to go, he heads back into the garage. “Back so soon?” Bonham asks him. “I’m collateral again.” he says. How do you and Bonham and the boys respond?

Me: again?

Bonham: What are you collateral for this time?

Randy and Kevin are helping someone else so they didn’t hear.

4. You and Bonham are helping clear out the garage after the sale is over. Kevin got put in charge of moving Bonham’s mom’s truck into the big side of the garage, and you and Bonham are on the small side. Randy’s in the big side trying to direct Kevin so he doesn’t hit anything, and soon you hear him shout, “Whoa what are you doing?” You see the truck rolling continuously forward, nearly running Randy over. Kevin calls from the cab, “What part of I’m not stopping do you not understand?” How do you two and Randy respond?

I pull Randy out of the way and we soon realize the breaks are no longer working on the truck so we have to get it fixed.

5. Bonham’s been visiting her dad and his family for a week over the summer before your band goes on tour again. You and Kevin are over at their house with Randy when she comes home. She’s just finished closing the door when Kevin asks, “How was it?” She doesn’t say anything, just drops her bag on the floor and immediately pulls Randy into a hug and starts sobbing. What happened and how do you three respond?

Me: Aww, Bons.

I’d go up and hug her as well. And Kevin would join in. She doesn’t tell us what happened and we don’t ask.

6. Your band and QR are touring together and are trying to finalize the itinerary. You just need a couple of more towns, so you suggest a small-ish one in the Southwest. Everyone seems to be in general agreement until Kevin asks, “Wait is that the one in Arizona or the one in Utah?” “Arizona, why?” “We can’t go there, there’s a warrant for my arrest out in that town.” What did he do to have a warrant put out for him, and how do you, Bonham, your band, and the rest of QR respond?

He urinated in public while drunk.

Me: Oh my god seriously.

Randy: Yup, it happened on our last tour there.

Rudy: He was piss drunk.

Drew’s not in the room and neither is Erik.

Daryl: Even I’m not that stupid

Bonham: I’m honestly not surprised.

Linus: What exactly did you pee on?

7. You and Bonham and the boys are going through old photos when you come across one you haven’t seen before. It’s of Bonham and Kevin, but they look like teenagers. You ask them about it. “What’s this?” Bonham says, “Oh man, I haven’t seen this one in ages! Wow, this one’s from back when we were together. Kevin, come look at this!” You and Randy don’t quite believe what you just heard. “Did you say back when you were together? When was this?” “Oh, you guys didn’t know? I’ve known Kevin since we were kids, we were always in choir together before I gave it up. We dated really early in high school for a while before we split up, then he moved to California. I was mad at him at the time so I hadn’t spoken to him for years until I met you two.” You and Randy had no idea of any of this. How do you two respond and what does Kevin have to say about the photo?

Me: Hmm, funny how you guys ended up meeting again in the future.

Randy: That’s just a little weird. I can’t see you with Kevin.

Kevin: Hey!

8. You and Randy went shopping for Kevin’s birthday while Bonham kept him at home and busy. You were out later than anticipated, and when you get back into the house, you find them both on the couch, sleeping. Kevin curled against the arm of the couch, and Bonham’s leaning on his shoulder. What do you two do and what do they say when they wake up?

We both aww over how cute they are. When they wake up they jump apart and Kevin goes, “We must never speak of this.” I say, “Too late. I have photographic evidence.”

9. Randy’s visiting while on break from touring with Ozzy, but there’s a lot of tension between him and Bonham. You and Kevin get to their house one day and you hear yelling. Just as you’re turning around (’it’s rude to eavesdrop Babes let’s wait a minute’), you hear Bonham shout really loudly, “I don’t have to take this!” and she storms right past you two, takes her car and leaves. Randy comes downstairs and sees you two. “Oh right, I forgot you were coming over. Sorry about that.” What do you and Kevin say?

Me: Sorry, we didn’t mean to eavesdrop or anything.

Kevin: dude, what happened?

10. Tensions are high between Bonham and Randy until the day he leaves for the next tour with Ozzy. Bonham’s still acting angry until about two weeks later, then she just seems miserable. You and Kevin ask her what’s wrong one day, and she says, “I’m a terrible person. I got drunk off my ass and I slept with Rudy. I feel awful and when I tell Randy he’ll have my ass.” You notice Kevin getting fidgety when she says Randy will kill her; he’s keeping something from the both of you. How do you two respond to her, and do you try to weasel out Kevin’s secret?

Bonham: Kevin, are you hiding something?

Kevin: N...no

Me: Ok...

I weasel it out of him in the car. Apparently, Randy got really drunk and slept with Sharon. But he made Kevin promise not to tell anyone. “You can’t tell Bons, ok?”

11. Bonham went to Costco and came back with a big variety box of ice cream cones. At one point she asks what kind everyone wants. Randy says caramel, you say vanilla and Kevin says, “Surprise me.” Bonham says, “Come on just pick.” He says, “I really don’t care. Just stick your hand in there and see what comes out.” Bonham giggles a little. “Don’t say that it sounds funny.” How do the three of you respond?

Kevin: Jeez, I didn’t mean it like that.

Randy and I giggle with Bonham.

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1) War Angel has been booked for a wedding and Kevin and Randy have come with to help you guys set up because the band has just started out. While you’re setting up, the bride storms over to the wedding planner and goes, “I thought you said you got the best!” The planner looks at her before saying, “Well the best of the best weren’t available...so we got the best of the mediocre.” How do you, Randy, Kevin, your singer, and the rest of your band respond?

2) War Angel is in Texas on tour for two weeks and your singer has a lot of family down there. She takes you, Kevin, and Randy to meet them and he aunt goes to her, “Oh, I have a great idea! The band, your managers, your boyfriends, and the roadies can all be put up in different houses. Your sax player and Randy can stay with Jesse, You and Kevin can go to Houston with Erin, half the roadies can stay here, the other half can stay at Hannah's, your managers can stay with Shell, and your band members can stay with Jenny. Think of all the money you’ll save. What do you think?” Your singer just kind of stands there. How do you, Randy, and Kevin respond?

3) You, Kevin, Randy, and your singer are still with her family and she’s taking care of her baby cousin Weston. She’s been gone a while and you, Randy, and Kevin go looking for her. You find her in the living room holding Weston and dancing with him to a variety of hair metal including QR, your band, Cinderella, and Crüe. She turns to the three of you and goes, “I’m going to make him love hair metal, or die trying.” How do the three of you respond?

4) Mal hasn’t been feeling all that well. So you singer takes him to the doctor. He says its nothing, but Mal keeps getting worse so she takes him to the ER. While he’s being looked at, you, Randy, Kevin, and your singer are sitting in the waiting room. Your singer is trying to remain calm of Eddie and Roxanne but you can tell she’s a nervous wreck. When the doctor comes out, he says, “Malcolm had Appendicitis. We have to operate right away.” How do you, Randy, Kevin, and your singer respond?

5) You take your singer to get her first tattoo and afterward she can’t stop looking at it and trying to touch it. You get her back to her and Kevin’s house and when he comes home he goes, “Oh my god. You didn’t take her to get a tattoo right? Tell me that's fake.” Why didn’t Kevin want you singer to get a tattoo and how do you and your singer respond?

6) You, your singer, Kevin, and Randy are at a baseball game. Your singer is abnormally giddy and about halfway through she goes, “I’m going to go get food. Come on Kevin.” “But I don’t want to go.” “Kevin...Come. On.” She pulls him away and you don’t really think anything of it until you hear the announcer say to everyone to look at the big screen because someone has a very important question to ask. You look to find that it’s you and Randy on the board and you turn to him. He looks at you and says, “Will you marry me?” How do you respond and what do you say to your singer and Kevin when they return?

7) Your band and Crüe are still on tour and you and your singer are at a restaurant and she’s sitting across from you. She opens her straw but doesn’t take the wrapper completely off and then tries to blow it at you. She misjudges and it instead hits the back of Nikki’s head at the next table over. Nikki turns around to glare at her and your singer says, “Sorry Niks, I meant to hit Bons with it.” How do you and Nikki respond?

8) You, your singer, Kevin, and Randy are at a baseball game. The pitcher is really bad and Kevin says, “God this pitcher fucking sucks.” The guy in front of him turns around and decks him square in the face. How does Kevin respond and what do you, your singer, and Randy say?

9) Your singer keeps putting off getting a shot she needs and when you and Kevin ask her why she says, “I don’t want to get this shot. It hurts like a fucking bitch.” How do you and Kevin respond?

10) You’re driving with your singer, Kevin, and her seven-year-old cousin. QR comes on the radio and your singer turns it up a bit. Your singer’s cousin covers his ears and goes, “What is this?” “This is Quiet Riot,” your singer says. “They sure don’t sound quiet.” “They sure don’t.” How do you and Kevin respond?

11) You, Randy, your singer, and Kevin are at the beach with the kids. Randy and Kevin settle into their beach chairs and Kevin sighs, “This feels good. I’m looking forward to being very relaxed.” Your singer laughs, “Hah, I’m never relaxed when at the beach. I always worry about the kids.” How do you, Randy, and Kevin respond?

@osbournebemydaddy your move Bons :)

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for-gold-and-glory · 4 years ago

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Weekly Events for June 1st to June 9th

Here are some events G&G Members will be involved in during the week. Or just events that I think are really cool and you should definitely go to. If you’re interested in joining these events just show up or send a message to Aegir, Lirilith, or Aedwen Or join our discord: https://discord.gg/dCRSWTx

Monday - Thavnairian Nights: ' Intrigue In Gold, The Marigold Consortium ' PRELUDE @ 08:30 PM EST - Bountiful Chest Tavern, Gold & Glory Tuesday- Happy Gyuki Healing Clinic @ 8:00pm - 11:00pm EST - Shirogane W10, P25 Wednesday - Another Aegir’s Sho & Banquet Table Emporium @ 8:00 - 9:30pm EST- Shirogane W10, Main Apartments #64 Wednesday- Bountiful Chest Tavern @ 9:00pm - 11:00pm EST - Goblet W6, P5 Wednesday - Gil Tribe: For What It’s Worth Pt 1 @ 10:45pm EST - Goblet W6, P5 Thursday - 'The Truth Collects Its Due' PT 2 @ 8:30pm EST - Isles of Umbra, Western La Noscae Thursday - Radiant Plume Fight Night @ 9:30pm EST - Lavender Beds W15, P49 Friday - A Moot of Fire and Ice @ 10:00pm EST - Lifemend Stump, Central Shroud Saturday - Primal Tour: the World: Into the Heart of the Whorl @ 5:00pm EST - Tempest Saturday - Punk Goes Pakshee @ 8:00pm EST - Goblet Ward 10, Plot 19 Sunday - The Big One: The Missing Member @ 3:30pm EST - Idyllshire Sunday - Primal Tour: The Lord of the Whorl @ 8:00pm EST - Fishing Guild, Lima Lominsa Lower Decks Monday - Dawn of Summer Festival @ 8:00pm EST - [Mateus] Shirogane W21, P13 Tuesday - The Town That Never Sleeps: Siege at the Honeybee Inn @ 7:30pm EST - Roll22

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Monday - Thavnairian Nights: ' Intrigue In Gold, The Marigold Consortium ' PRELUDE @ 08:30 PM EST - Bountiful Chest Tavern, Gold & Glory - The morning's pretense to normalcy was not going to last, it seemed - the Gold & Glory's voyage to fate itself was, though unwittingly, chartered by princely grace; ominous circumstance, misfortunate misadventures, conspiracies & more( ! ), wrest to lengths of sun-splayed dunes, echoed to the choired clatter of gil & the scented pleasantries of assorted spices & reagents - the Near East, beckoned!

Status: Open RP, come join us! Type: Action/Investigation GM: Hana & Tala

Tuesday- Happy Gyuki Healing Clinic @ 8:00pm - 11:00pm EST - Shirogane W10, P25 https://fustuarium.tumblr.com/post/619839061546385408/balmung-happy-gyuki-healing-clinic-tuesday-june - - The Happy Gyuki Healing Clinic is a free clinic sponsored by the Garlean embassy, held in the friendly and neutral location of Shirogane. Because the Empire cares about you.Our team of imperially trained medicus offer the latest in cutting edge medical assistance both surgical and aetherial for all of our patience needs. Your privacy and comfort is our greatest concern, though we do ask for some basic information regarding your medical history and identity, you can be assured that your answers are absolutely confidential. Feel comforted and reassured by our 24-hour staff of armed security guard whose sole purpose is to ensure you safety and please be prepared to relinquish all weapons at the security checkpoint at the entrance. Status: Open RP, please join us! Type: Medical RP GM: Aegir

Wednesday - Another Aegir’s Sho & Banquet Table Emporium @ 8:00 - 9:30pm EST- Shirogane W10, Main Apartments #64 https://for-gold-and-glory.tumblr.com/post/619221817573490688/aegir-ffxiv-balmung-another-aegirs-shop ORNATELY COVERED BANQUET TABLES! ORNATELY COVERED BANQUET TABLES!! ORNATELY COVERED BANQUET TABLES!!!Hi I’m Aegir Hlerson, President and CEO of Another Aegir’s Shop & Banquet Table Emproium.Thanks to a shipping error, I am not currently overstocked on Banquet TablesAnd I am passing the savings onto yoooou!Put stuff on them! Put stuff under them! Sit on them! Lean them sideways against the wall for a super-large Dart-board! Hang them from the chandelier as a very effective light-dimmer! Use them to prop up the legs of other, larger tables! Status: Open RP, please join us! Type: Shop, Comedy GM: Aegir Wednesday- Bountiful Chest Tavern @ 9:00pm - 11:00pm EST - Goblet W6, P5 https://for-gold-and-glory.tumblr.com/post/619766075422359552/balmung-bountiful-chest-tavern-june-3rd-900 - Welcome to the Bountiful Chest, the Gold and Glory Adventuring Company’s premier restaurant and lounge! Situated in the Goblet, we are just around the bend from prosperous Ul'dah, and situated to serve not only the most humble of adventurers, but the most illustrious and prosperous of the elite!Originally a hunter’s tavern, the Monetarist brothers Anthony and Maximillian Crawford have transformed this once-humble establishment into a glittering jewel to mirror their beloved Ul'dah. Status: Open RP, please join us! Type: Tavern GM: Aegir Note: Blooooooooooooooooood—-! Please be aware that a special combat event will begin at 10:45pm EST. You are welcome to stay and participate! Wednesday - Gil Tribe: For What It’s Worth Pt 1 @ 10:45pm EST - Goblet W6, P5 - As the Crawfords scramble to repay their debt, the Gil Tribe makes their move. What happens next will shake the Family to the core. Type: Tavern, Combat Status: Open RP, please joins us! GM: Aegir

Thursday - 'The Truth Collects Its Due' PT 2 @ 8:30pm EST - Isles of Umbra, Western La Noscae - "After uncovering some disturbing information Koelklin (Dato) and Gyra (Aegir), begin a hunt to figure out what really happened nearly fifteen years ago... To those who stand in their way, the truth will always collect what is due." Warning: It is a revenge story at the core. There will be murder, there will be morals questioned. Sometimes, you don't want to believe the truth. GMs: Dato/Aegir Limited Party Size.d Thursday - Radiant Plume Fight Night @ 9:30pm EST - Lavender Beds W15, P49

https://radiantplumetavern.tumblr.com/post/190395133796/the-radiant-plume-tavern-fight-night - Ever wanted to chow down on some grub, and sip on primal’s blood while watching two of your fellows beat each other to a bloody pulp? Well, we don’t have actual primal’s blood but we do have the other two things and a pretty damn good substitute for the other! The Radiant Plume is a new tavern opened in the dusty recesses of the Shroud, once a dliapidated cottage revitalized and renovated for your pleasure! The upper floor of the establishment houses a simple tavern with hearty fare and a vast array of alcohols. Just below that in the depths of the Plume you’ll find an open arena that showcases bloody brawls for your enjoyment! Weapons can be used upon agreement and for a price (IC gil), just in case our more lawful patrons decide to cause a fuss, but try not to kill one another. Your mess, your problem. That’s right. The Radiant Plume is a completely neutral ground, where anyone can shed their moral bindings for an evening of bloodsport and a little bit of drinks and dining. The owners only have a few rules: You break it, you buy it. No unsanctioned brawls on the premises. If you kill it, it’s your problem. ♥ Status: Open RP, please check the link Type: Social/Tournament GM: The Radiant Plume

Friday - A Moot of Fire and Ice @ 10:00pm EST - Lifemend Stump, Central Shroud https://for-gold-and-glory.tumblr.com/post/619129224968699904/balmung-a-moot-of-fire-and-ice-a-northern-shroud - Deep in the furthest reaches of the Northern Twelveswood, Keepers of the Moon hold an annual folkmoot to appease the forest and the elementals. Traditionally only open to fellow worshippers of Menphina, Clan Nhawo has declared this summer’s moot to be open to outsiders far and wide. The time has come to cleanse yourself of sin and enjoy a fresh start to the next season.

A Moot of Fire and Ice is an annual woodsin cleansing festival hosted by Clan Nhawo. All participants are encouraged to wear masks, which will be burned during the course of the festivities. Status: Everyone is welcome to join. Wailers and Adders are encouraged to participate. Vendors, street performers, and anyone looking to provide entertainment or setup a shop should contact Ascheblade#0743 via discord. Type: Party/Ceremony GM: Ascheblade

Saturday - Primal Tour: the World: Into the Heart of the Whorl @ 5:00pm EST - Tempest - Primals: World Tour is a fun monthly Primal Battle RP we’re putting together in the wake of 5.0. With the Scions preoccupied and the Warrior of Light missing in action, it falls upon a new generation of heroes to keep Eorzea safe. Lead by the Rose Order of the Scholar Masons, adventurers, knights, and warriors from every realm are recruited to assist with the constant primal threat.

Urgent update! Months have passed since the first sighting of Leviathan. Where is the Whorleater? Has he already been defeated? Continued attacks striking transport ships would suggest not. But Leviathan isn’t falling for the normal bait ether. The Maelstrom’s attempt to draw the primal to the surface to battle have proven fruitless and the question is why…

Scholars are the arcanist guild have identified a major source of aether in the depths of the Indigo Deep in the Underwater Sahagin City of Kassai-Kassai. The Guild theorizes that Leviathan is being suped there and only released for pinpoint attacks. Unless the crystal stash is destroyed, he will continue to wander through the seas unaided.

Enter the freemasons! And a few blitzball players… The crew of adventurers swim for Kassai-Kassai to investigate and destroy Leviathan’s aether tether. If they are successful, than the Maelstrom should be able to lure him to the surface for a traditional battle. But the Sahagins may already be onto the freemasons and their plan, making the journey underwater even more dangerous.

Status: Open RP, please join us Note: This RP takes place in the Underwater City of Kassai-Kassai in the Indigo Deep (OOC location: The Tempest) Type: Adventure/Action GM: Aegir

Saturday - Punk Goes Pakshee @ 8:00pm EST - Goblet Ward 10, Plot 19 https://bandeepakshee.tumblr.com/post/618848739287810049/someone-has-been-stamping-more-like-june-6th-on - Join the Bandee Pakshee for our latest musical revue. Toss on studded collars, wear sunglasses insid and bring all the leather-clad rebellion you can muster. Rommie, Savo, T'ahlia, and more will take the stage for the Pakshee to go Punk as Punk Goes Pakshee Status: Open RP, please check the link! Type: Performance GM: Bandee Pakshee Sunday - The Big One: The Missing Member @ 3:30pm EST - Idyllshire - Just kidding last time. TODAY the adventurers dock in Idyllshire! Having fjorded the river Thaliakles, our crew takes refugee in the freemasons office, where they devise their next plan. Using the clues they have obtained from Ul’dah, it’s time to --- GOOBIE BOOOOOM! Status: Open RP, come join us! Type: Adventure Comedy GM: Aegir

Sunday - Primal Tour: The Lord of the Whorl @ 8:00pm EST - Fishing Guild, Lima Lominsa Lower Decks LEVIATHAN! LEVIATHAN! BREATHLESS! LEVIATHAN! LEVIATHAN! DEATHLESS! Status: Open RP, come join us Type: Action GM: Aegir + Rafa Monday - Dawn of Summer Festival @ 8:00pm EST - [Mateus] Shirogane W21, P13 - Come eat ramen and listen to music on Mateus! Status: Open RP Type: Festival GM: Juliasra Hana

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sdsuconcertchoiritaly · 5 years ago

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Day 7: Venice 🚌 Assisi

This is the earliest morning we’ve had yet. We need to leave the hostel at 7:45am to catch our ferry back to the port, so I’m up by about 6:25. I sneak downstairs to find an open shower and then finish packing up the last of my belongings. Breakfast is quick and rather sparse, but it’s something. Our boat picks us up a little ways down from the hostel, and we’re on our buses and officially leaving Venice by 9:00am. It’s nice to be back with our yellow group after having been divided into different groups for our hostel situation in Venice. Finally our group is getting better at our daily count-off to make sure everyone is present and accounted for (I’m number 23, or ventitré).

Nearly everyone spends the first hour or so of our bus ride sleeping, and after we make a (lengthy) stop so folks can us the restroom at small gas station/cafe, Mauro begins to talk to us about the regions of the country we’ve traversed to far. Italy is divided into about 20 regioni (regions or provinces), and each region has several communi (akin to townships). Florence is in the Toscana region (Tuscany), Venice is in Veneto, and Assisi is in Umbria. Today we are passing through the region of Emilia-Romania, where Ravenna is located along the eastern coast.

We stop in Ravenna for the afternoon on the way to Assisi. Ravenna was the capital of the Western Roman Empire until around the early fifth century. The city is known for its mosaics (made largely of glass inlaid in a mortar made from limestone and marble dust), so we are going to see a few examples in churches built around 1500 years ago.

We meet a local guide (whose name I never learn or hear mentioned) who takes us on a walking tour of Ravenna and couple of its churches. Along the walk, she talks about how many of the buildings and bell towers throughout Ravenna are leaning or sinking over time because the city is build on a foundation of sand and silt due to its location just a few miles from the coast and the mouth of the Po River (the longest river in Italy, whose valley we have been driving through this morning).

The first church we visit, Basilica di Sant’Apollinare Nuovo, was formerly the palace church for the emperor Theodoric. The ceiling and upper walls along the nave are covered in intricate mosaics depicting scenes from the Old Testament and gospel, with dozens of saints in procession toward heaven. Interestingly, many of the mosaics have been altered after the empire fell, around the late fifth/early sixth centuries. Where members of the emperor’s family used to be depicted, there are now gold walls, decorative curtains, or images of other Christian figures; faint shadows hint at the mosaics’ original composition. Our guide mentions that the floor of the church where we are standing is four feet higher or lower than it used to be (I’m rather tired and don’t ask for clarification about this detail).

Next, we walk across the city center of Ravenna to get to the Basilica di San Vitale. Along the way, we pass by the Ravenna opera, which is named for the Alleghieri family (Dante). Dante’s tomb is just down the road. (Back in Florence, I thought we’d seen Dante’s tomb in Santa Croce, but Mauro tells me this was in fact just a memorial, since his body is actually buried here in Ravenna. The Florentines have been trying for years to bring Dante’s remains back to Florence, where he was born, but to no avail.) Our guide says that Dante almost certainly wrote at least part of Paradiso here in Ravenna and that next year in 2021, Ravenna will have a celebration for the 700-year anniversary of Dante’s death.

The Basilica di San Vitale is an octagonal church, which is rare for this locale and time period. The bishop who decided to build this church was inspired by those he saw with similar designs in Constantinople. The floor, upper walls, sanctuary, and choir are covered in more mosaics. These, too, depict scenes from the gospel, parables, and symbolism of the evangelists and other important Christian figures. The central dome of the church is covered in frescoes and the walls in marble. An opening in the floor shows how close the natural water table rises beneath the church—just inches below where we’re standing. Again I’m confused about how the city has dealt with this sinking problem, but I don’t ask for clarification from our guide.

While explaining the meaning behind the various mosaics in the basilica, our guide briefly tells us about the process of making mosaics, which takes years and involves a team of specialized artists. First, the illustration must be complete, usually with direction from the bishop. Then, the illustration is translated onto the wall or space where the mosaic will live. A painter fills in the exact color for the illustration before a team of glass-layers will color-match and set the small glass tiles to comprise the final mosaic. All together, our guide says the mosaics in this church took 6-8 years to complete, while the entire building was constructed in about 20 years.

We exit the church to visit another building on the grounds: a mausoleum built for Galla Placidia. She had her tomb prepared here in Ravenna just in case she died there, but she later left to live out the rest of her life in Rome, where she died and is buried. So, this mausoleum is empty but has beautiful mosaics covering every inch of its ceiling and upper walls. They depict the evangelists and apostles, imagery from psalms, and the scene of St. Lawrence’s death by grilling.

We walk back to the main square next to a large indoor marketplace and break for a late lunch (it’s now past 2 o’clock). A staple of Ravenna is paladine, a kind of flatbread sandwich. I have one with Parma ham and some kind of stinky cheese that I pick off after a few bites. Since I didn’t have much for breakfast and we have another couple hours of bus ride ahead of us, I also get a slice of pizza from another shop.

Ravenna is a lovely town, small and much quieter than Florence or Venice. Many of the streets are paved, which is different from the cobblestones we’ve had underfoot everywhere else. One street we walk along to get back to the train station where our buses are parked reminds me of a college town with its wide boulevards and well kept trees. There doesn’t seem to be much else going on here, but it makes a nice stop for the day while we’re en route to Assisi.

Back on the bus now, Mauro tells us arriving in Assisi will be like stepping into a time machine back to 1200. It’ll take about two more hours to get there pending traffic. I use the time to catch up on writing from yesterday and today. We drive through the Appelline Mountains as the sun is setting, and it reminds me of driving through the Rockies in western Montana and Idaho on family vacations, though these mountains are more ragged and the road is elevated 50 feet in the air for long stretches at a time.

When we arrive in Assisi, we have a bit of a hike up through the town to get to our hotels (the group is split across two hotels thanks to our large numbers). Assisi is built on the side of a mountain, so all the streets are sloped. This makes for good exercise while moving throughout the city and even better views of the valley below.

We have a three-course dinner at the other group’s hotel: pasta with sausage and mushrooms, turkey stuffed with pesto and a side salad of red cabbage, and some sort of creamy fluff with fruit and cake for dessert. Bed comes easy, exhausted from the day’s travels and eager to recharge for tomorrow’s adventures.

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ericotrips · 5 years ago

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The MUSON Centre is truly a remarkable place for anyone to see. Everything from its tastefully designed auditoriums – Mobil Block, The Agip Recital Hall, The multi-purpose Shell Nigeria Hall, iconic divisions – MUSON Choir, Symphony Orchestra, Festival and School of Music, and beautiful scenery made me feel like I was lost in the richness of indigenous classical artistry.

In November of 2019 when I visited the MUSON Centre for the second time, I thought it a weird coincidence that this was the venue for this year’s edition of the Nigeria Travel Week (NTW) Roundtable. Hopping on a BRT in a rush to avoid the “world renowned” Lagos traffic, I reminisced about the colourful stage performance of “Oba Esugbayi” crew. Plus I got a chunk of knowledge from the NTW buddies.

But wait! This isn’t about “Oba Esugbayi” or “Harnessing Creative Potentials of Culture-Rich Destinations,” today I’m sharing what made me fall in love with the MUSON Centre (a.k.a. Musical Society of Nigeria).

Here’s why you definitely should see the MUSON Centre. Trust me, you’ll love it.

1. Proximity

First off, the MUSON Centre is located at the same neighbourhood as the Tafawa Balewa Square (TBS) at 8/9, Marina Road, Onikan, Lagos Island. In 2018 when I won two tickets to see a stage play, courtesy of Maryland Mall, I thought it’ll be a hard place to locate especially with the busy crowds in the area.

In retrospect, it was really easy to find even without the use of Google Maps. Asides it’s pristine location, MUSON is situated in close proximity to a great combination of places.

So maybe you arrive the venue way too early or you need a breather between breaks, Places to visit include the City Mall, Onikan Stadium, National Museum, KFC and TBS to mention a few. Experience Onikan.

2. Greenery

MUSON Centre is a replica of the Aurora Conference Centre, it is so greeeeeeen and it features a nice lawn, healthy shrubs, alike trees and a cardinal of alluring spaces blessed by “Gaea.” Sidewalks, Fountains and a Beautiful Scenery.

The Landscape is a therapeutic and colourful collage of Mother Nature.

3. Parking

…And I warn you stop serving food during announcement you will not hear word Please if you are the one that park this motto A1-237 You are blocking G-Wagon come and move your gallopin – Falz

You know those type of Lagos Events that basically shut down the city specifically because of difficult or inadequate parking spaces. MUSON Centre voids this nonsense with an impeccably sized car park thumbtacked across its premises.

In recent development, the Lagos State Government issued a statement saying that Event Centres expected to accomodate more than fifty vehicles would henceforth report to the State Traffic Agency – LASTMA. And as serious as this gets, it’s about time!

MUSON is great for guests, family, friends and loved ones because there’s no need to bother yourself about where they’ll park. The gate lock also secures vehicles from all possible thefts. So you won’t be leaving here with a bad headache.

4. Security

Remember when I said you never have to worry about losing a thing. Well, that’s absolutely true.

Imagine throwing a massive event with big names in the business and thinking of your guests safety all the time. MUSON Centre offers you the peace of mind guaranteed for the big man or woman that you definitely are.

5. Interior

One of the clearest signs of a world class theatre is the enormous chasm between the indoors and outdoors.

I’ve been sharing what I love about the MUSON Centre’s landscape and everything else so what happens inside? Let me just start by saying, it’s a beautiful thing.

Indoors, I’m talking of the AGIP RECITAL HALL, there’s a spacious waiting room for guests and squeaky clean restrooms for convenience on the ground floor. When a stage play, musical performance or public ceremony begins, guests are invited up into the hall to witness splendor and it’s always fun.

Consisting of a bold stage and very comfy seating (you may sleep off), the hall is perfect for noise cancellation and acoustics. Lighting in the civic auditorium is another detail the designers paid good attention to.

Again, MUSON Centre’s design makes it easy for the audience to evacuate the building because of a bi-entry point. It’s neat, echo-free and air conditioned. You should be here. It’s excellent and I’m sure you’ll love it.

The Last Thing Before I Go…

Established in 1983, The MUSON Centre is famous for many prestigious events, it is a place you definitely should see while touring Lagos. Plus, you want to visit when there’s something on.

November 2019 made it my second time at MUSON Centre (a.k.a. the capital of theatre in the city of excellence), and I’m so glad I got the chance to come through.

Have you been to the Muson centre? Please share in the comments below. Thanks for reading and don’t forget to subscribe.

Have an amazing yuletide season!

5 REASONS WHY I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE MUSON CENTRE The MUSON Centre is truly a remarkable place for anyone to see. Everything from its tastefully designed auditoriums - Mobil Block, The Agip Recital Hall, The multi-purpose Shell Nigeria Hall, iconic divisions - MUSON Choir, Symphony Orchestra, Festival and School of Music, and beautiful scenery made me feel like I was lost in the richness of indigenous classical artistry.

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