#I’m so mad I didn’t get concert tickets

[doginprogress]

tonight’s depressive episode is brought to you by insomnia ft. noah kahan

[paarksunghoon]

Sunghoon trying to stay sane and respectful but your love for mini skirts and barely there tops are testing his patience day by day. He's not a horn dog but God when you press against him, so soft, so pretty and oh so naive..do you not notice your entire cleavage hanging out for his eyes to drink in, or the skirt riding up your luscious thighs as you rant about your day?

as someone who wears mini skirts all the time…nbgngngn. i’m also pretty high but reading this really put a number on me so sorry for typos lol

***

Sunghoon is a skirt chaser.

He’s always loved seeing girls wearing them since it made their legs look longer. It didn’t matter much to him—short girls or tall girls—he loved seeing ass peeking out from under the skirt and how they’d always tug at the hem to pull it down. Sunghoon doesn’t date much either (although that definitely wasn’t because nobody wanted him like that either; he wasn’t looking for that type of commitment).

He loved the kind of skirts that paired well for going out. Sure, the solid color staples pieces were cute. But the way silk touches the skin and how hips sway in these fabrics was enough to make his mouth salivate.

When you started wearing them, Sunghoon became perplexed.

You, his best friend since twelve, seemed to have ditched jeans and long dresses for short skirts and baby tees. In the past few months, he’s seen you switch up your wardrobe to the point where he was sure you had more than enough mini skirts to last you a lifetime. They came in all colors and styles, one for every color underneath the rainbow and then some. His friends all noticed this too, eyes following your ass every time you walked in front of them. That made him mad.

The thing is, you have an amazing ass and your tits always sit so pretty. He tries not to stare and gawk at you every time you wear these kinds of clothes. You keep it fairly tame when you’re in broad daylight and push the boundaries on a night out. You don’t seem to care that his friends stare at you every time you try to cover yourself up from a gust of wind or when you bend down. Sunghoon has probably seen your panties too many times.

He really doesn’t understand why all of these feelings are bubbling up. He’s seen you in bikinis and didn’t react like this. Sunghoon is confused but that doesn’t stop his dick from getting hard every time he pictures your outfits when he’s in the safety of his bedroom.

His favorite way to get off is by pushing his back against the bed frame and spreading his legs, holding his fist in a circle and he pumps himself up and down. Sunghoon pictures you riding him in one of your infamous mini skirts, looking up at the ceiling and imagining what you’d look like on top of him. He thinks about how he’d look down and the dirty affair would be covered by the fabric, as if thinking about fucking your best friend wasn’t weird.

Sunghoon is pulled back to reality when you squeeze his bicep in lieu of a greeting.

“Do you have our tickets?”

He nearly jumps out of his skin. “Jesus, Y/N. You need to warn a guy before you creep up on them.”

“All I did was touch your arm!” His cheeks feel hot as you laugh. “Were you in deep thought, or something?”

His eyes flicker to the shortest skirt he’s ever seen you wear but scoffs, playing it off. “Nah. You’re as quiet as a mouse.”

“Well this mouse wants to go inside.”

You don’t wait for him to answer you. Sunghoon feels you tug him by the hand towards the security line in front of the concert venue. You’ve been a bit more physical with him lately, tugging on his arm and sifting your fingers through his hair whenever he’d lay his head on top of yours. He only ever means to for a brief second in the way friends do, but he hesitates to pull away once you tug at his roots.

The artist is a band you two discovered a few years back and he was in charge of buying the concert tickets for the both of you. Sunghoon sees the fruit of his labor pay off when you’re both standing inside after you both pass through security. The venue is crowded and small, but you’re sure everybody is too high out of their minds to notice people bumping into them anyway.

As the two of you walk closer towards the middle, it starts to get tighter. Sunghoon moves you in front of him and puts his hands on your waist to guide you and doesn’t mind that your arms are resting on top of his.

You don’t move away from him once you’ve joined others either. He noticed that you’re a bit shorter than everyone else around you. “Do you want to get on my shoulders during your favorite songs?”

“No, that’s okay. I want to dance.”

He looks down at your skirt. “Mhm, let me know if you change your mind.

The two of you wait until the show begins and you’re talking to him about how excited you are for tonight but all he can think about is how he could cop a feel if he really wanted to. The skirt you’re wearing provides him easy access to touch you but he refuses to act on his urges, often flexing his fingers to calm himself down.

Halfway through the show and everyone is having a great time. You’ve danced for an hour straight and feel your legs wobbling after jumping and screaming the lyrics to Sunghoon. He’s a bit taken aback when you rest your back against his chest but tries not to think too much into it.

But you stay like that for a while and he can feel the fabric of your skirt. He toys with it absentmindedly as he nods his head to the melody until he feels your legs tensing against him. When he looks down, your thighs are squished together.

Fuck. He wonders if you’re horny.

Sunghoon hooks his chin over your shoulder and peeks down below to where his hands graze the hem of your mini skirts. When you don’t motion for him to move away, he grunts when his hands start to disappear and moans directly in your ear when his fingers touch your panties. It’s only then does he realize how wet you are.

His other arm is secured over your waist and you grip onto him at the sudden contact across your blooming core. He swipes his index and middle fingers back and forth to gauge just how wet you’ve become, smearing it all over your panties. It brings a gasp out of you and he pushes his lap against your ass.

It’s too much and he’s too hard. Neither of you are paying much attention to the show anymore, too wrapped up in your own little world to focus on anything else. Sunghoon nearly moans out loud when he realizes you’re allowing him to hump you from behind.

“Are you trying to ruin this friendship?”

Sunghoon feels you nod against him and the two of you head out of the venue and into his car. He tries to keep it in his pants on the ten minute drive back to his apartment. You don’t fuss when Sunghoon shoves his hand between your legs and keeps rubbing over your pussy as he drives, one hand on the wheel while he plays with you. Your best friend bites his lip and tenses when arousal gushes out of you.

“Recline and open your legs wider, baby.” You do as he says and he pats your clit twice. “Good girl, listening to me like that.” He switches his ministrations and brings his thumb to rub over your clit in back and forth motions. “Need to make sure you stay wet.”

And stay wet you do. You’re wet all the way home where he locks the two of you in his place until he’s dropping to his knees and pushing your chest against the wall. Sunghoon puts his face between your legs and licks up the arousal clinging to your panties while spreading your cheeks apart with his big hands, squeezing when you yelp.

He pulls the pathetic fabric aside and sticks his tongue into you, prying yourself open for his viewing. His warmth breath fans over your core and it has you pushing back against his face until his tongue licks you up in repeated motions.

Sunghoon doesn’t really care that he’s too horny for foreplay and neither do you, apparently, because when you hear sunghoon unzip his pants and take them off, you’re taking your panties off and taking your shoes off too. He grabs himself and aligns his tip with your hole before pushing all of himself inside.

You’re so wet. It’s so hot. He fucks you like he’s got enough stamina to last a lifetime and your tits bounce against the walls at the pace he’s set. He pulls back far enough that he nearly slips out every time but without fail, Sunghoon will make sure his dick stays wet the entire time you’re with him.

He pulls you back onto the couch with his cock still lodged inside of you, manhandling your body until he’s got you on his lap and your feet are placed by his knees. Sunghoon pushes his hips upwards and fucks you like this, balls slapping your clit with every thrust. He moans when you moan, the emptiness of his apartment filled up by erotic noises that only spur on his orgasm.

Your release triggers his. When he feels your cum seeping down onto the base, Sunghoon shoots his thick ropes into you but doesn’t stop thrusting. Albeit lazier and more random, he keeps his frantic pace and lets you dig your fingers into him while you wonder how your best friend made you cum so fast.

“Fuck!” you moan when Sunghoon pulls out just to push himself back in once he’s made your body lay in front of him.

“You’re so fucking sexy in these things.” He acknowledges the skirt by flipping the fabric with his fingers. Sunghoon doesn’t give you enough time to reply but you’re too busy moaning to care about the consequences anyway. “Wear them more often and I’ll fuck you like this every time.”

Since when is your best friend so good at dirty talk?!

***

comments and reblogs are appreciated! xx

[cloneboywonder]

I LOVE SUMMER I LOVE CRAFTS

[rubywithecat]

When u try to turn them on (JJK men)

<<T/W: Minors do not interact as some mature contents are included>>

Gojo Satoru

You made a bet with ur friends that if u can make ur professor, Gojo, kiss u, they have to buy u concert ticket. U first showed up with revealing shirt to the class, catching him starring. And when everyone leave after lecture, u stayed with him to ask him about assignment, pretending u don’t understand certain parts. He just gave a smirked as he looks like he know ur intention but he played along, explaining the lesson.

U gazed at his pretty mouths and fck he’s so hot and u wanted to kiss him so bad, with or without bet. “Can’t focus huh?” He smiled and touched your face. You caught off guard by it. “Do u think I’m a fool as I can see your brat friends peeking from the door” he said. Ur eyes widened as he laughed softly, hands grabbing you closer. Who would think u would get a full make out session when u just wanted a kiss. But it’s worth it anyway. “U owe me one, angel” he said after that, winking.

Toji Fushiguro

U hated him as he’s your stepdad. U didn’t wanna share ur mum with anyone except ur dad. But ur dad passed away years ago sadly and here u are stuck with your stepdad in the house. Toji isn’t the man that is bad looking and even so, he looks so hot! But it’s doesn’t changed ur hatred. So, u decided to make him feel uncomfortable. When he was watching TV in the living room, u purposely dropped the remote and squatted to pick it up right in front of him. U could feel his gazes on ur hips.

U smirked, feeling satisfied as he walked away from the couch and went to his bedroom. “Serve u right” u muttered. And yelled loudly from ur room as if u are in video call with ur bf, doing 18+. “OmG! I’m gonna c*m! Ur so good!”

U laughed in victory when u head Toji slammed the door but what u didn’t expect was he’s coming to ur room. Sh*t u forgot to lock the door.

U rushed to lock there but it was too late as he is already in front of u. “What are u doing here?!” U shouted. “To teach u how to be a good girl” he smirked.

Sukuna Ryomen

Sukuna is ur bestfriend yuuji’s elder brother. Whenever u go his home, u feel excited just seeing him. U know he has a reputation of being a womanizer but can’t help having a crush on him. Yuuji complained how he has to dealt with noises from his brother room and u kinda get jealous just with the thought of him with other women. U wished it was u whoever gets the chance to get his attention, u thought they were lucky.

One day when u went to Yuuji house to study togther, u didn’t expected to be opened the door by Sukuna. He never look at u in the way u wanted. U r just like a lil sis to him u thought. “Hi…umm…is yuuji there? We are studying for coming test…” u awkwardly told him. “Yuuji hasn’t come back home, said he will be late with traffic jam” he said as he lighted his cigarette. “Why don’t u come in?” He said as he looked at u. U were so nervous. “Do u not trust me?” He said as he raised his eyebrows. “No— it’s not like that” u laughed in awkwardness and made ur way into the house.

U sat on the couch and he said next to u, grabbing his drink. “U want some?” He asked and at first u we’re gonna reject but u are already in bad mood, having bad day at school so u accepted his offer. As u have drunk much and felt high, he felt more courage to seduce him.

“Do u have a type Sukuna?” U asked him. He looked at u for sec and giggled. “U wanna know huh?” He asked. U became a lil playful and suddenly touching his lap and bit your lips. “Yea” u whispered into his ears which surprisingly turned him on. He would be lying if he said he has never thought of sleeping with u. In truth, he has been desperate for u too since u have been hanging out with his brother. He would imagine of u when he is fcking one night stand and he could never c*m as they weren’t u.

He get mad sometimes at how u could control him so he avoid u as much as he can to forget about u but u kept showing in sight of him.

The tension between u two is so intended and it ended with just a passionate kiss when yuuji came back home. “Meet me in the car after ur lil study section with my stupid bro” he smirked as he got up from his couch, greeting Yuuji.

Nanami Kento

Ur boyfriend has been really busy with his works lately. So u got an idea of punishing him and make him desperately want u by sending ur n*de pics to him.

He opened the message as he saw it’s from u and the meeting was 5 min away to start. He almost dropped his phone when he saw ur sl*tty picture. He covered his phone protectively in case someone taking a peek.

As the meeting continues, he can’t focus on what his employees saying and his thoughts are just on u. He dismissed the meeting earlier than the actual time and drove fast to home where u were waiting for him with a red lingerie on u, smiling at him innocently. “U have been really a bad girl and u know that right?” He said as he chuckled. Then he gently patted ur hair but slowly moving his hands to ur neck and suddenly pushed u to the bed aggressively. I will treat u as bad as the brat u are” he said, smirking as he make u bent down on your knee.

Hope u enjoy! Likes and shares and comments would be really helpful <3 Thanks!

[solitude4chiron]

Besties, right?

Miles 1610 x Black!fem!Artist reader

A/n: I know I’m wild for promising y’all this fic and just now dropping it 🤦🏾‍♀️ I had some crazy writers block ngl but I’m back 🙏🏾 I’ll be debating if I want to do a pt.2 for this 🫣

🎧- Love Galore- SZA, Travis Scott

Sometimes you questioned you and Miles’s relationship. Not in a bad way though. He was the sweetest boy you knew, at times he was too sweet, but that was just how he showed he cared. You both had been friends since elementary. Yeah, maybe you shared a kiss under the slide, or used to crush on each other, but you both left that in the past. There was no feelings there anymore..Right?

Millimeters 🙄: “You eat today y/n”

“nah 🥲 I’m sketching rn I’ll eat later”

Millimeters 🙄: “whatchu want for dinner 🤦🏾‍♂️”

“nothing”

Millimeters 🙄: “ight gimme a minute”

He always did little stuff like that, but after he’d always clarify it was in a best friend way, just incase.

Before you could get back to drawing there was a knock at your window, and a boy with a bag of food in his hand.

“Miles I told you I wasn’t hungry.” You said with a bit of a frown on your face. You couldn’t help but feel guilty when people did stuff for you, even if they didn’t mind.

“You said you weren’t hungry but you be lying soo…” He came into your room and closed the window, placing the food on your desk and flopping back on your bed.

“So what’s been up witchu y/n? You still talking to that boy from art?”

“I was never talking to him, we literally just sit next to each other in class.” You shrugged turning your back to him at your desk. He came over your shoulder to look at your sketchbook.

“You know you can take breaks right? Arts supposed to be fun.”

“I know, I’m tryna get this scholarship.”

“You will. Just chill with me for now.” He responded, closing your sketch book and getting his food out of the bag.

You both started eating and talking together, completely ignoring the time. Miles was right though, art had been consuming you at this point. He just didn’t want you to lose the fun in being creative.

“Anyways, I got us some tickets to a concert, guess who?” He looked up at you with a faint smirk and a mouthful of food.

“Miles you didn’t have to.”

“But I did. Now guess.” He responded quickly.

“I dunno? You really didn’t have to though..”

“Oh well, guess you’ll see who when we go on Friday.” He shrugged and smiled. “Just know you’ll love it.”

For some reason the room had a bit of tension in it, you couldn’t put your finger on why, and you wondered if miles felt the same way.

“Who you lookin cute for?” He said quickly, still looking down at his plate.

“Whatchu mean I’m just wearin pajamas?”

“Oh. You just look really pretty.” He said looking up from his plate with a faint smile.

“Mhm, thank you miles.” You chuckled a little, playing with your food with your fork. “Why you really come over here?” You said, looking up from your plate this time.

“What I can’t see my bestie?” He laughed, raising an eyebrow.

“No like…nevermind.” You said shaking your head a bit.

“You said you was hungry so I brung you food.” He shrugged quickly.

You genuinely couldn’t tell if miles had feelings for you or not. Honestly he acted like this to everyone, not on this scale obviously but he was a sweet person. Your brain was scrambled at this point, anybody looking at you could tell you had something on your mind.

He reached for his phone and sighed, the time was 12pm and his mom wanted him to come home.

“I gotta go, it’s getting mad late.”

“I wanted to ask you..nevermind it’s nothing.” You quickly said, sighing a little.

He got up from your bed and leaned down to press a kiss on your cheek.

“Stop overthinking it y/n.” He said before climbing out of your window.

You sat on your desk chair frozen in place. What just happened? What did he mean by that? A heavy sigh left your lips as you fell back on your bed and clutched your pillow in your arms.

A text pinged through your phone before you fell asleep.

Millimeters 🙄: “Hope you enjoyed the food :)”

“Night miles ❤️”

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not getting my cousin an eras tour ticket?

This happened back in the summer of course, but has been brought up by the family recently, because apparently a lot of them think I was in the wrong here. I had early access to the pre-sale for the international leg of the eras tour, through which I could get up to four tickets. I planned on going to the tour with my two childhood best friends, bringing our number up to three.

My cousin also wanted to go to the tour. Important info: she wanted to be on floor, while me and my friends didn’t, for a variety of reasons (more expensive, less comfortable, very crowded) including medical reasons of my friend. My cousin ALSO wanted to go with her friend, but I simply was not allowed to get more than four tickets. Also important information which may have swayed me here: my cousin and I never got along as kids, but we’re adults now and perfectly civil, and I’d say get along fairly well. But we’re also very different people and I know her plan for the concert would be to get very very drunk, which is fine, but it’s not the vibe me and my friends are going for. Nevertheless, I said that if I could, after getting three tickets for me and my friends, I would try to get her a floor ticket for one of the nights, or she could join us if she was willing to be seated in the stands.

My cousin said no, because she wanted to be on floor and be with her friend, and asked if I could consider having the two of them join me and one of my friends, to which I said no — we already planned this. She said that was fine and she didn’t feel right going without her friend, which is totally fair.

I figured that was the end of it and not a big deal. My cousin and I are very different people in terms of socialising and going out, and much as I love her, I can’t imagine either of us would have had the experience we hoped for if she joined me and my friends. She never said anything more about it except to say she didn’t get tickets in the general sale, which I felt sorry for her for. But apparently she is still mad about it, as are her parents, because as her older (by a year) cousin I should have helped her out and she’s claiming that I just don’t like her.

I really didn’t refuse out of any malice. It just didn’t work out with the number of tickets I could get, and our priorities for the event. If I could have gotten her and her friend tickets, without messing up my own plans, I would have, but I couldn’t, and I don’t think it’s fair to expect me to throw my own friend over, or to change my plans. Maybe I didn’t want her there, but I did offer, and she turned me down. My auntie thinks I should have gotten her a ticket anyway since I COULD get four, but my cousin explicitly told me she wanted to go with her friend and be on floor. Apparently she secretly thought that I would just get her a ticket to be nice, her reasoning being that if they did get tickets of their own for the two of them in the general sale, I could have just sold my fourth one. Which yeah, I guess, but it didn’t occur to me to do that.

I also just really don’t think it’s that deep. Like, I would be upset too if I didn’t get tickets to the concert, but at the end of the day, that’s just what happens sometimes, and it’s not really my fault. Maybe I’m being callous about it, because I know I’d be upset in her position, but I don’t think I should be the target of her upset. Maybe I am the asshole though. So, tumblr: AM I the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

[lulublack90]

Prompt - Ticket

@jegulus-microfic December 29 Word count 671

“Where’s my ticket?” James grumbled as he scrolled through hundreds of emails, trying to find it. He kept every single email he ever got. It drove Remus mad. “I swear it was so much easier when they sent you an actual real-life ticket.” He was still grumbling at his phone.

“It was only easier for you, James because they got sent to me, so you never had to worry where you put it. Honestly, if you’d had them we’d never have gone to any concerts.” Remus huffed. 

James was still scrolling, only half listening to Remus. Remus had had enough. He plucked James’s phone out of his hand and used the search option in the email app. “There you go, and I’ve sent it over to my account as well and taken a screenshot of it. You have zero way of losing it now.” Remus looked up, “Though knowing you, you’ll still manage.” James chuckled fondly.

“Yeah, yeah. You love me, I know. Right, are we ready then?”

Remus grabbed James’s keys and wallet and locked up the flat before they set off for the bus stop. 

It didn’t take them long to get to the venue. They were seeing a relatively new band, Fighting the Stars.

They somehow managed to get stood at the front of the crowd, almost touching the stage. 

The band emerged from the sides, and the plinks and bangs of instrument checks started. Then, a long-haired, skinny man walked to the microphone. Remus let out a small gasp. 

“Hello,” He said, his voice silky and smooth. “I’m Sirius, and this,” He gestured to the man with the guitar standing in shadow. “Is my brother Regulus, and we,” He swung his arms to show the rest of the band. “Are Fighting the Stars!”

They started playing. They were good, really good. James was bobbing along and enjoying the dramatic movements of Sirius as he belted out the lyrics. He turned to Remus to see what he thought. But he was stood still, his eyes locked on Sirius, enchanted.

James rolled his eyes and went back to watching the stage. Sirius had pulled the mic out of the stand and was trying to drag his brother forward. There was a slight scuffle between them. Neither missed a word or a chord, but in the end, Sirius won. Regulus wandered into the light. James felt his jaw drop. He didn’t think it was a real thing, just something films did to the main characters. But it happened. 

Regulus caught him staring. He raised his eyebrows and gave him a little knowing smirk before winking at him. 

James and Remus spent the rest of the set spellbound, unable to move. 

Sirius called goodnight to the crowd as the band walked off stage. James and Remus’s heads followed the brothers until they were out of sight. They both let out a huff of air like they’d forgotten to breathe. 

“Well, that was something,” James murmured. Remus couldn’t talk at all and just nodded. 

Before they could say anything else, Sirius’s head popped back around the curtain. He looked right at Remus, waved and beckoned him over. Remus turned to James and shrugged his shoulders before scrambling up onto the stage and disappearing with Sirius. 

James looked at the shadowy exit Remus left through, hoping, then sighed and pulled out his phone to text Remus that he was going home. When he looked back up, Regulus was watching him, barely visible. He didn’t come out past the curtain as Sirius had. James felt his heart skip a beat. Yet another film moment he hadn’t realised was real. 

Regulus crooked one finger at him. As though an invisible line was attached to his navel tugging him forward and towards the waiting Regulus, he started walking. 

Oh well, he thought, I couldn’t have gone home anyway. Remus has my keys.

He followed Regulus into the back. He didn’t know if it was a good or a bad idea, but he was doing it anyway.  

[blippymilk]

Veneer x Male! Reader Who’s Afraid of Fireworks

Genre: Fluff, a little tinyy tiny angst

Warnings: Reader scared of fireworks, yelling Velevet

A/N: I really appreciate all the love my page has been getting. I really didn’t expect to get this far but you guys really helped a lot so thank you!

“CRIMP!” Velvet’s shriek sent a shiver through your body, “Why do you always have to do everything wrong!” Sometimes you felt bad for the little thing. She was always under stress, and sometimes Crimp was a little annoying.

You were under the most stress however. Tonight Velvet and Veneer were holding a New Year’s (Eve) live performance. It was more of a mini performance with only 1,000 seats because the twins (*ahem* Velvet) decided they didn’t want a big concert tonight. There was also going to be a party held after the concert with close friends (surprisingly you got invited *ahem* Veneer) and they didn’t want to wait on thousands of people to leave.

Still the concert was to be perfect. The plan was for it start at 11:00pm on the dot, and the last song to end on 12:00am on the dot. It was stupid crazy but you couldn’t say that to Velvet, and no one else could either so it was settled. And after 3 hours of editing, scheduling, and moving things around, you and the crew were able to pull it off.

“Lights?” You shouted as a bright spot light beamed down on you. “Too bright, try again!” You felt the settings of the light dim a bit. “(____!)” someone called your name and you searched around the empty stage. In came Veneer out of the wings. “Oh hey Veneer…ready for your performance tonight?” You asked him, you’ve gotten a lot better at not stuttering when he’s around. “You bet I am. I’m ready for the fireworks at the end, everyone’s gonna go crazy!” Veneer said getting excited. Your face dropped a bit, the thought of fireworks didn’t thrill you too much. You hated fireworks actually. They were so terrifying and loud. You had actually gotten one of the other crew members to be in charge of the fireworks.

“What’s wrong?” Veneer asked basically frowning too. It’s crazy that it almost seemed like Veneer could read you like a book, usually unintentionally. “Oh it’s nothing Veneer.” You replied. He stared at you blankly as if waiting for a better response, “I’m…Veneer…I’m fine! Don’t you have rehearsal in like five minutes? You know you’re sisters gonna be mad at both of us if you’re late.”

“Oh she’s fine.” He replied trying to convince himself.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Um…no. I should go back .” You chuckled at his response. “But just know if you wanna talk I’m always here! Besides right now!” He said waving off as you waved back.

________________________________________________________

You watched the twins perform from the wings of the stage. You stood their with your clipboard as everything had been checked off, and the show was going accordingly. All a thousand people bought tickets and the chaos was crazy. Some people unfortunately took the media about not being able to buy tickets, some meaner than others and bashing the twins for it.

Fortunately for them they had the best assistant ever (no not Crimp). You made sure to thank those that wern’t so harsh about it, and gracefully bash those who were more ruthless.

The show was going excellent and you and the fans were enjoying every minute of it. Velvet as usual hit the hard vocals but Veneer stepped up and showed out a bit too. As if it wasn’t obvious to the other stage members why. Clearly he was trying to show out for you according to them. You denied it but couldn’t help feeling a little special when you caught Veneer looking back at you with a smile after hitting a note.

Suddenly as Velvet hit the last note from ‘Sweet Dreams’, fireworks went off in the distance not too far from the stadium. Stage sparkles also went up high without a hitch. So lost in song you had forgotten about the horrid explosions. You gasped and backed up further frop the stage, hiding your lower face with the clipboard.

Veneer cheered and waved to his fans in the audience. He was all smiles which could’ve been enough to reassure you, but the fireworks just kept going. Veneer did a little dance move and glanced back at you, his smiling dropping quickly when he saw the worry in your face. ‘Are you ok?’ he mouthed. You shook your head a little before a even louder ‘BOOM’ went off and you took off running.

Veneer had almost followed you off the stage but had forgot about being mid performance.

________________________________________________________

“I’m starting to think something is wrong.” Venee chuckled climbing up the grassy hill outside the stadium. You had ran as far as from the stadium as possible and made yourself comfortable in the grass.

“Yeah,” Veneer sat down next you, staring at you with big eyes as if waiting for you continue, “I may or may not be a little afraid of fireworks-” You were almost cut off by the distant booms of fireworks. Squealing a bit, you flinched and jumped back a bit into Veneers arms. “A little?” Veneer smirked cocking his eye brow, looking down at you.

“Oh my gosh,” you muttered realizing what you did trying to get up, “I am so sorry Veneer-” “Don’t.” He said tightening his grip around you. You didn’t want to be found laying on your client but you didn’t want to move.

“Why didn’t you say anything? I could’ve asked Velvet to cut most of the fireworks.” Veneer frowned. “I didn’t think it was that serious Veener.” You looked up at him as his frown stretched even further. “Besides, do you really think Velvet was gonna do that for you, let alone me?” You snickered, lightning up Veneer’s face just a bit.

“Do you wanna talk about it? Why it makes you so scared or…?” Veneer started again. “Nah I think we should just enjoy the moment.” “Yeah that sounds good.” You could practically see his smile by the way he spoke.

Veneer held you tight under the stars, holding you even closer by every firework going off in the distance. He’d even manage to calm you down so your jumping came to a slow. He hummed a few of his songs to drown out the sound of the fireworks which left you mesmerized.

After about a little less than a hour the fireworks had begun to come to an end. You both knew Velvet would be looking for the both of you sooner and later, and it would make it no better if she find you two together. You decided to wrap it up and head back.

“Thanks for the help Veneer, you didn’t have to. I’m pretty sure you missed the after concert party.” You said walking downhill with him, his hand in yours. “Eh it’s fine, as long as there’s some leftover pizza.” Veneer said as you laughed. “And if there’s not, we can order some. They don’t close for another 2 hours.” You added as he nodded.

You were silent for a minute before being hit with a thought, “Hey how did you even find me out here?” You questioned as Veneer’s face reddened a bit. “You get a lot done when you run around yelling, where’d he go? Where’s he at? Tell me now!” Veneer said motioning his arms in a dramatic manner. You laughed but blushed a bit when you thought about what lengths Veneer would go to to find you.

“Happy New Years Veneer.”

“Happy New Years (____.)”

[natspookie]

fearless

inspired by sam and monica on tiktok hehe natasha romanoff x fem reader :))

☆ summary : tony challenges natasha to prank you by judging you the worst way possible, your taylor swift concert outfit.

☆ a/n, i switch to “y/n” and “you” every now and then soooo thats the same thingy and i haven’t written in a longggggg time and not proofread

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

It had been y/n’s birthday last week when Natasha surprised her with floor standing tickets to Taylor Swift, or “mother” as y/n says. Since then, y/n had been talking non-stop about what to wear since the concert was already the next week.

Sat on the compound’s stool eating her sandwich with some Avengers while you were training, the topic of the concert came up.

“Hey Nat, why don’t you prank y/n about her outfit being bad?” Tony prompted from the fridge, raising a glass of water to his mouth.

“Now why would I do that?” Natasha raised a brow, looking up from some book she was reading, recommended by y/n.

“C’mon sestra, didn’t you say you’ve always wanted to prank someone?” Yelena chimed from the couch with her Nintendo.

“I don’t even know what she’s going to wear and she’s been so excited about this concert” Natasha frowned

“You’re too soft for Y/n” Tony laughed taking a seat beside her

“i’m not!… Ok maybe a little” Natasha groaned standing up… This couldn’t be too bad, right?

The day of the concert and the prank itself, Natasha had an internal fight whether she could do this but the teasing face of tony flashed her mind, she could do this.. just this once.

natasha was wearing a black tanktop and your taylor swift cardigan since you insisted it was unacceptable to show up to a taylor swift concert without much thought, not that natasha minded giving into your pleas.

she sat on the couch in your guys’ shared room when you walked out the bathroom wearing a white dress that flowed down with flowers embroidered at the bottom (wanda helped you with that), high white boots, glitter all over your face, and the number 13 on your hand.

natasha thought you never looked better.

“you’re wearing that to the concert?” Natasha questioned as you walked to the dresser, already feeling this was a bad idea

“Yeah!” Natasha looked the outfit up and down with a straight face

“It’s Taylor Swift fearless with the grammys thing at the bottom! you dont see it?” you twirled around with a smile. Natasha was close to calling off the joke when she saw that smile.

But one thing everyone knew about Natasha was she was not one to back out on something.

“you don’t like it” Y/n said defeated with a frown at the lack of Natasha’s response

“i can change it you want? i have the reputation outfit at the back of my closet” you sniffled walking back to the closet when natasha jumped off the couch and hugged you from behind

“nooo! my love im sorry it was a prank, i love it” natasha mumbled against your neck pressing apology kisses

“are you serious, nat?!? that’s not funny” you huffed but by your tone she knew you weren’t that mad

“Im sorry im sorrryyy ill buy you that merchandise you wanted” natasha resorted to bribery

you stayed quiet for a moment

“the blue crewneck?” you turned your neck to look at natasha “all of the ones you want”

“really?!? oh my god let’s go before the line gets long!” you dragged natasha out of the room before she stopped you “honey you forgot the tickets and shoes” natasha laughed as you sprinted back to the room “got em! lets go!”

natasha ended up talking for you the next morning as you lost your voice and were extremely worn out.

she also ended up stealing (borrowing in natasha’s terms) your crewnecks and oversized taylor shirts. as much as you loved them, you knew deep down they looked better on natasha and didn’t mind.

[ladykailitha]

Star Child Part 5

This chapter gets a little angsty as Steve and Eddie have to part ways.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

*

Steve ducked his head. “Purely incidental, I swear.”

“That is hilarious, Harrington,” Gareth said.

“You want to see something even more hilarious?” Steve asked.

The boys looked at each other and then nodded, agreeing.

“You guys all packed up for the night?” Steve asked. “You all done?”

Again nodding and agreeing.

So Steve led them out to the parking lot. He pulled out his keys and hit button to unlock his car.

The car that lit up was a sleek grey XF Jaguar four door sedan.

“A Jag?” Jess asked and then doubled over laughing.

“What’s next, Stevie boy?” Eddie teased. “Do I only kiss you when I’m drunk?”

Steve didn’t say anything, but just jogged up to his car. “You guys want to take for her a spin?”

The boys lit up. “Hell yeah!”

“Eddie first,” Steve said, tossing the frontman his keys. “But I get permanent shotgun.”

Gareth laughed. “Your car, your rules, man.”

They all took turns driving Steve’s fancy car. When they got back to the bar, Jess had closed up and left. They were standing around Steve’s car chatting.

“I just have one question,” Jeff asked.

“Hmm...?” Steve hummed.

“How the hell did you get tickets to this show?” Gareth finished.

“Oh.” Steve pursed his lips and blushed. “I get tickets to all your shows.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged.

“All of them?” Eddie asked, eyes wide.

“Even the ones I can’t make,” Steve said looking down at his shoes. “Usually I know I can’t make sure I give it away to Make-a-Wish or whatever, but if I can actually be there. I am.”

They all shared glances with each other. “Just how many of our shows have you secretly been to?” Brian asked, stunned.

Steve tilted his head all the way back, doing the math in his head. “Over the last five years? About twenty or so?”

“But that’s four concerts a year,” Jeff protested. “I don’t think even our biggest fans can boast that.”

“I think I can safely say that’s not true,” he said with a wink. “Most of the time it’s coincidental, I’ll be in the same general area while I’m touring. After all our agent is the same dude.”

Dustin Henderson was the best agent a musician could afford and the Kings and Corroded Coffin were only a few of the notches in his belt. It didn’t hurt that Dustin was a hometown Hawkins boy, too.

“So you just make sure your concert isn’t the same night as ours?” Brian asked.

“Pretty much,” Steve said. “I think it’s because Dustin knows I’m a fan and arranges it for me.”

“I guess I never took you for a metal fan,” Jeff said with a shrug.

Steve looked down at his feet again and rocked back on his heels. “I like all kinds of music. If the song’s good, I like it.”

“And enough of our songs are good?” Eddie asked, tilting his head and raising an eyebrow. “To be a fan, I mean.”

“Is that really so hard to believe?” Steve asked softly. They just stared at him. “Look, it’s been fun but I’ve got to go. I’ve got to be in LA by the end of the week and I’m driving cross-country. So I’ll see you around.” He hadn’t even looked at his watch to check the time. He cleared his throat and tossed his hair out of his face.

They all nodded and said their good-byes. Steve looked back at Eddie before he got in his car and drove away.

“...Shit.” Eddie was furious with himself.

“What just happened?” Jeff asked. “Things were going so well and then it bottomed out.”

“I think we were a little hard on him for liking our music,” Brian said with a grimace.

“Yeah, but this is Steve Harrington,” Gareth protested. “He’s the second King of Pop. But he secretly comes to all our concerts? Like what the hell?”

“I mean,” Jeff said, “does he go in disguise? Because if he’s been to multiple concerts surely the media or fans or something would have cottoned on, right?”

Eddie just stood there with his hands in his back pockets, trying to rein in his temper. Only he wasn’t sure who he was mad at. Steve? For admitting he likes metal? Isn’t that a good thing? Isn’t that what Eddie always wanted? The guys? For picking on Steve for coming to their concerts all the time? For not believing that he likes metal? Or himself? Because he was the shit head that didn’t call off his friends? When the thought skittered across his mind, he felt a knife twist in his heart.

“He’d have to,” Brian said. “But then again just dressing up like our fans do would be plenty of disguise. Who would believe that pop prince Steve Harrington would be caught dead wearing leather and chains?”

“What’s wrong with it if he does?” Eddie asked finally breaking his silence.

They all turned to him, so he repeated the question.

“It’s a little creepy, don’t you think?” Jeff asked, scratching the back of his neck.

“Why?” Eddie asked.

“Why what, man?” Gareth asked.

“Why is Steve coming to our concerts creepy?” Eddie asked. “It’s not like he’s at all of them. He gives the tickets to charity when he can’t make it. Why is it creepy he’s using his money to see us in concert?”

“But it’s just us, right?” Gareth asked. “It’s almost stalker-y.”

“Do you know that?” Eddie bit out. “Do you know it’s only us he goes to as many concerts as he can? And even if it is just us, maybe it’s his way of breaking out from the pressures he’s under. Maybe it’s his tiny rebellion. Maybe it’s the only rebellion he’s allowed to have. And we made him feel like shit for it.”

Eddie kicked the air and cursed. “I’m getting a Uber, I’ll meet you back the hotel.”

*

Steve fought the tears that threatened to flow down his face. He hit the steering wheel over and over. He should have kept his mouth shut. He should have lied. Made something up. Like having friends with favors or something. Anything but that he was stalker creep.

He pulled off to the side of the road and let the tears fall. And then his phone lit up with a call coming through. He looked down at his phone in confusion. And then he saw the name on the call-id. Eddie.

He wiped his tears and cleared his throat. “Yeah?”

“Oh thank fuck,” Eddie breathed on the other end. “I was worried I’d catch you driving.”

Steve cleared his throat again. “I was just stopping for gas.”

“We did quite the number on your Jag,” Eddie teased. He coughed. “Look, man. I wanted to apologize for how awkward it got back there. I should have called off the dogs. I’m sorry.”

Steve blinked for a moment. “You didn’t need to call. I’m fine, honest.”

Eddie sighed. “Yes I did. Because for an apology this big it needed to be said. And since I couldn’t do it person, a phone call it was.”

“Thanks,” Steve murmured. “But it is a little creepy when you say it out loud.”

Eddie laughed. “Maybe a little. But I think it’s sweet.”

Steve blushed. “Well, if you think it’s sweet, I’m okay then.”

“I really, really do,” Eddie murmured. “I should let you go, using your phone at the gas pump will cause it to explode.”

Steve laughed. “That old nugget. Don’t you watch ‘Myhtbusters’, man? They debunked the hell out of that.”

Eddie giggled. “Did Steve Harrington just admit to watching a nerd show?”

“What? You didn’t?” Steve teased back.

“Touche,” Eddie said. “Look, I’m back at my hotel. Call me if you need anything, okay?”

“I will,” Steve murmured. “Thanks for calling. I appreciate it.”

“Tonight was fun,” Eddie said. “I promise. You drive safe and knock this last album out the ballpark, okay?”

“Thanks,” Steve said. “Bye.”

They hung up and Steve looked at the phone in his hand with wonder.

“Call Robin,” he said clearly as he hooked up his phone to the dashboard.

“Steve!” Robin cried as she answered her phone. “How did the roses go?”

Steve laughed and started the engine. “He called them ‘metal’.”

“Is that a good thing?” Robin questioned.

Steve pulled back into traffic, feeling better.

“According to him and his bandmates it is.”

“Yes!!” she cheered. “I’m so happy for you.”

“I really like him, Rob,” Steve murmured.

“I know,” she said softly. “It was a crush before but now that you’ve gotten to spend time with him, it’s really blossomed.”

“Dustin is never going to let me live this down if his hair-brained idea actually works,” Steve said.

“Which from all data so far,” Robin teased, “it is.”

Steve sighed. “I know.”

“Where are you tonight?” she asked after a few moments of silence.

“I’m leaving Chicago now,” he muttered. “I’ll hit up a hotel in one of the suburbs.”

“I wish you would stay in better hotels,” Robin muttered. “Better security. In fact I wish you’d let me send security with you at all.”

“Nope, no security,” Steve said. “I would rather be eaten alive by fans then trust those assholes again.”

“We don’t have to go with the company your parents hired,” Robin said gently. “In fact, I found a company that was founded in Indiana and based out of Cali.”

“Yeah?” Steve asked. “What are they called?”

Steve could hear some rustling of papers. “Hold on,” she murmured. The rustling continued. “Oh okay. Found it. It’s called Hellfire Security. Run by a Janice Montgomery. It was her dad’s and she took over five years ago. They specialize in celebrity and diplomatic security. You want me to give them a call?”

Steve sighed. “Yeah.”

He knew that driving alone cross country was a bad idea. Too many things could and would go wrong. But he wanted to run. Run from his problems and his fears. And driving helped clench that feeling.

“Have them meet me in Dixon,” he continued. “And I might even take a plane.”

Robin gasped. “Really?”

“If that’s what they suggest,” Steve said with a shrug.

“I love you!” she squealed. “I’ll try to make sure you don’t regret this!”

“I love you too.”

He hung up the phone feeling even lighter than before.

Part 6 Part 7  Part 8 Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14 Part 15  Part 16

Tag List: @artiststarme​ @yes-im-your-mom​ @tiny-enthusiast​ @scheodingers-muppet​ @abstractnaturaldisaster​ @steddieassheg0es​ @nelotegreitic @anaibis​ @failedstarsandgoldenclouds​ @novelnovella​ @anything-thats-rock-and-roll​ @gleek4twd​ @gregre369​ @whatthemeepever​ @cutepumpkin4​ @spectrum-spectre​ @livelaughlexa​ @ohlook-afrog​ @linkydinky06​ @goodolefashionedloverboi @moonshadows-13 @eboyawstenn @avacrebs @bejeweledbaby

[cornflakes7]

I wanna request headcanons for Arashi, Izumi and Ritsu (separated) when they gone to a underground livehouse and seeing his s/o perfoming there please!

𝘽𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚

Where you, a famous idol’s lover happens to be a secret underground performer!

Characters include arashi, izumi and ritsu x GN reader (seperate)

Hihihi! Thank you for the request! I’m sorry if you wanted another the reader to be a different gender, it wasn’t specified in the request (but that’s okay!) so I just went with GN reader. Please enjoy!

warnings: the pronouns they/them have been used in arashi’s part, other than that… none :D

𝘼𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞 𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙞

she has always wanted to hear your singing voice but you just kept hiding it from her

arashi would always encourage you to sing around her too…

like i kid you not she would practically BEG for you to reveal that mariah carey high-note-hitter voice!!!

still, whether if you could hit high notes or not.. she still really wanted to hear you sing or rap either way

one day, arashi stumbled upon a set of stairs that leads to an underground stage

curious, she took the stairs down and heard the most amazing singing voice she has ever heard

arashi looked on stage to see you! the one who has tried to hide their voice from their lover… singing their heart out!

she couldn’t help it but start to get her phone to record you and your voice a bit

after that, you had some explaining to do at home 😭

you were a bit embarrassed at the fact your lover had found out your secret because you instantly knew from the way she hugged you firmly and praised the way your voice sounded

arashi would never get mad at you though! but now, she finally has a reason to make you sing around her!

she would bring you to more karaoke dates after that so you wouldn’t have an excuse to not sing

𝙄𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙖

another person who really wants to hear you sing

but unlike naru, my man would tease RELENTLESSLY to get you to sing

and when he came to the realization that his tactics might’ve failed, he saw an advertisement for an underground concert on a magazine

out of curiosity, he bought tickets and disguised himself up… in case somebody recognized him (his words not mine)

then, getting a good glimpse of the stage and just seeing you was like a whole new experience for him

he whipped out his camera so quickly just to take pictures and record the stage and you singing,,, why did he have a camera? i don’t know…

and let’s say the disguise was not very well put together because you recognized him from up there and started stuttering on the lyrics

even with all that, you tried to keep your cool for the people watching with sena still recording

bro was so proud of himself but more proud of you finally getting to sing in front of the public and him

he thinks of it like you following in his footsteps to become an idol as well

after the show, he assured you that there was nothing to be worried about and that he loved your performance! he’d be thrilled for you to sing around him more often

𝙍𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙪 𝙎𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙢𝙖

i would imagine singing to ritsu only once and that would be just humming a lullaby to help him fall asleep

after he heard your soft humming, he was out like a light

and after that, he would constantly use the ‘i can’t sleep’ excuse to hear you sing which you have caught on to (but you just can’t say no!)

even with all of this, ritsu hasn’t heard you “properly” sing yet because all he has heard was lullabies

he wouldn’t be a big fan of going outside so mao would be the one to drag him to watch and listen to some underground concerts live

that was when your boyfriend finally opened his eyes to you singing your heart out on stage

then, he was finally wide awake to watch you perform

you’d be so distracted in singing that you didn’t notice him in the crowd until you were down performing and decided to glance around

ritsu gave you a small wink before leaving which sent heat running to your face realizing that he had just heard all that

at home, your boyfriend yet again requested the same song you sang on stage to be his lullaby for the night 😭

[peacesells-imbuying]

I read somewhere that Andy McCoy actually CANNOT shut his yapper and it resulted in a lot of people not liking Hanoi Rocks because of it. So Sami Yaffa with a girlfriend who doesn't tolerate Andy's bullshit. Like he starts talking MAD SHIT about the dumbest things and Sami and the rest of the band are silently BEGGING HIM to shut up so Sami's girlfriend just goes: "Andy. Shut the actual fuck up. Nobody cares." And can it be like multiple situations of it happening in different places. It can be about stupid stuff too 😭😭😭

FUNNY. 🦕 didn’t know what he would talk about 😅 Hanoi Rocks fan come back pls ❤️‍🩹 masterlist WARNING: ANDY BEING A YAPPER!!

Being close with Hanoi Rocks and being Sami girlfriend was everything you could ask for. Except for one thing. Andy. No bad blood but the fact he never shuts up. Never.

Situation 1 - car ride.

We all were hanging out at the park everything was going great. Razzle was chasing Sami, Nasty was with Mike and you while Andy was being Andy. An hour or two pass by everyone sits down in the car as Mike drives back.

Everything was perfectly fine until Andy decided to open his mouth.

“I don’t get why we the fuck we haven’t gone to America.”

The whole car went silent. See, everyone loves him but can’t stop his talking like an off and on switch.

“Can’t we just get our own tickets? Besides we could be hella famous. Imagine all the things we could…”

Andy continued on. Rolling your eyes, you tried your best to block out his voice by resting your head on Sami’s chest.

“I don’t know man.” Nasty sighs. Andy scoffs not stopping rant.

Situation 2 - after concert

“There needs to be more fucking drinks in this place.” Andy pauses with an eye roll. “Do they think we aren’t going to be thirst? Such bullshit.”

Mike awkwardly shifts wiping away his sweat. “Just ask for more..” Poor Mike you thought in your head.

“Think we should—“ Andy says ignoring Mike. You coughed out loud getting him to shut up.

Last Situation - record studio

The newest music “Underwater World” they recently recorded was great. But someone just had to say something.

“Man, this is shit. Nothing is working out. Mike maybe if you sing a bit lower, Razzle hit the drums harder. Sami more bass. Nasty play the guitar harder. Also think we shouldn’t keep the lyrics, change it a bit.”

You had enough and apparently so did everyone, they silently begged for him to shut up.

“Andy. Shut the actual fuck up. Nobody gives a fuck about your opinion at the moment. This song is already amazing, you’re going to ruin it.” You scoff and rolled your eyes.

“fine. I warned you guys but whatever. I’m out.”

No one protested or called him back. Mission accomplished.

“We dodged a bullet.” Sami laughs at your comment with a kiss.

“Thanks babe.” You gave an smile and they all continue to mess around.

[sluttyten]

The TDS prices are SOOOO ridiculous, honestly I hope no one buys those stupid “platinum” tickets and eventually they’re forced to lower the price. That said, I will be trying for tickets again tomorrow 😭

I know!! I just hate how concert tickets are priced as a luxury so often. Like I know there are plenty of artists where tickets are “affordable” because a friend of mine is going to see Hozier for $50, but then like every time I look at the ticket prices of kpop groups/artists it’s so ridiculous how expensive they are and then of course people turn around and immediately put them up for resale at exorbitant prices

But all that being said….. I’m definitely gonna be sitting in the queue later just to see what I can maybe possibly get even if I don’t end up getting tickets

I was telling my mom last night that I know I don’t have to get tickets, I don’t have to go to this concert, but at the same time like if I intentionally don’t get tickets I’m gonna be so mad at myself for not going, like that tour date is gonna roll around and I’m going be thinking “damn the concert is happening right now and I’m not there” because I get serious concert FOMO like when I had to miss 127 in Chicago because I had fucking jury duty (which I didn’t even come close to getting selected for because I was at the end of the group)

[nuri148]

My Trip to Japan! ⛩️ Part 2

15.12.

🍃🍂Ghibli Park!!!🍂🍃

AKA the trigger for all this madness. It was when they announced that Ghibli was going to open a theme park that going to Japan went from dream to plan.

Getting tickets was an adventure on its own. I had to sit in front of the computer on the day and time they went on sale (a Sunday at 7 am, Spain time) and get in the virtual queue like it was a freaking Taylor Swift concert, to secure my spot. They had this perverse system where you have to get a ticket for each of the 3 areas of the park, and each has its allocated entry time. To complicate matters further, not all entry slots are available from abroad, only two for each area, which required significant research between blogs, reviews, and videos to figure out the most convenient order to see everything.

We headed to Aichi; at the end of the subway line (this one had elevators), we changed to the Linimo, Japan's only maglev (magnetic levitation train). It was built for Expo 2005, and Ghibli Park is now located on its premises. We arrived very early, bought lunch at the konbini for later, and went to the first gift shop. Consumerism is rewarded here: each shop within the park offered slightly different things, so we had to go through them all. I swear I did not actually buy in all of them.

We started in the Hill of Youth area. Around the Whisper of the Heart roundabout, you'll find the antique shop/house from the movie, the cat office from The Cat Returns, and the bus stop from My Neighbor Totoro. There's also a real mailbox, and letters dropped there carry a postmark from the park. I knew this already, so I sent myself a postcard.

The cat's office is beautiful, built to scale and all detail outside and in, with figures of the Baron and Muta chatting in the living room.

But the antique shop... That house is something else. Everything is recreated in the smallest detail, from the luthier workshop below, with woodchips scattered on the floor, worn-out tools, violins in different stages of construction, to the living area upstairs, featuring vintage furniture from the sixties, incredible. The drawers and cabinets are full of things, not recreations (except the food in the fridge lol), real things from bygone times, normal things you find in houses. And you can open them and peek. Matches, kitchen towels, a bag of cat food. Mismatched crockery and cutlery as it’s normal in houses where actual people live. Cleaning stuff. Old postcards and magazines.

The painstaking  work they must have undertaken of searching through antique shops and flea markets all over Japan to achieve such level of detail is absolutely mind-blowing. And the shop itself, omg... You have the Baron statuette, of course, with its mesmerizing eyes; the carrousel horse, the chimney... And the clock. Which we waited for because it activates every half hour. Yes, that clock, with the elves mining gemstones and the prince contemplating his princess before the day transforms her back into a sheep; all that is right there, live, for real. I’m not crying, you are crying.

From there, we went to the Grand Warehouse, the biggest area of the park. It is, as it says, a big warehouse with different exhibits and a clearly Gaudí-inspired main square (the Japanese love Gaudí). We took (read: Husband took of me) lots of photos in the different recreated props from the studio’s movies. We only missed two, consciously: No-Face from Spirited Away and the robot from Laputa: Castle in the Sky. In both cases, the line was so long that we wouldn't have made it to the next area on time. And in the case of the robot, we had the one at the museum. It was also my fault for not wanting to stand in line as soon as we arrived (in my defence, I didn’t know what was inside – it's not visible from outside the entrance), leaving that exhibit for the end, and by then the queue had become much longer. No-face is the first stop in the main exhibit, which features props from various movies where you can take photos. The main problem, IMHO, is that people take hundreds of photos, check if they liked them, repeat... I'm sorry, but if you have a hundred people behind you, take two or three, and whatever comes out is fine. The staff should speed up the people more, or even take the photos themselves.

In addition to this permanent exhibition, there was another temporary one about food in the different Ghibli movies. I was thrilled to see they’d included paintings from my beloved Heidi, produced by Isao Takahata before founding Ghibli with Miyazaki.

The warehouse, like the Museum, also has a cinema, done in an exquisitely art deco style. The short film we watched, however, (Hoshi wo Katta Hi) escaped us, as it had much more dialogue than our basic Japanese could process. Next to the cinema, there’s a warehouse with different props not currently used  in any of the exhibits.

Other highlights include Arriety’s house, the philosophy club closet from Up from Poppy Hill (also recreated in painstaking detail)  and a few non-gift shops. There is also a children’s area with a catbus to play in and a café on the backyard, which we didn’t go to as we hadn’t enough time.  

After a quick visit to the gift shop, crowded with people, we left for the last area, Dondoko Forest, where Satsuki and Mei's house from My Neighbor Totoro stands. Another masterpiece of recreation. Kitchen stuff, toys, clothes, everything you can find in a house. In the kitchen drawers, there were even antique mosquito coils (the movie takes place in the '50s). Sorry (not sorry) for repeating myself, but the fieldwork they must have done to obtain all those objects is colossal.

Unlike the Whisper of the Heart shop, here they did allow photos inside, so I would have stayed forever if it weren't for Husband eventually looking at me with his best are-we-leaving-yet face, plus daylight beginning to fade. The visit was completed with a climb to a hill where there's a giant Totoro for photos, and we got down with a kind of funicular (technically an inclined elevator), which looks like a toy it’s so smol and kawaii.

Before leaving, we passed by Mononoke Village. This area, included in the Grand Warehouse ticket but without an entry slot, hasjust opened. There was only has a couple of monsters for the photo and a pavilion were they do workshops that was already closed, so we only saw the outside of it. There is a new area in construction, the Valley of Witches, scheduled to open in March, which will feature scenery from Howl’s mving Castle and Kiki’s Delivery Service.

The park is fucking amazing, and a total must for any self-respecting Ghibli fan. I want to go back right away. The one downside, for me, is the fixed schedule ticket system they have (which they say they will eliminate soon), because we didn't have enough time to see all of the Grand Warehouse, but if we’d stayed, we would have missed the Dondoko Forest, and with Totor being my favourite Ghibli film, that would have been unforgivable.

We came back exhausted, and it was an adventure to find a place to have dinner. The word of the day was "kanseki": "full." Finally, we found an izakaya where we had a great meal and better service.

[aus-wnt]

Back in 2006, long before Australia fell in love with the Matildas, Lydia Williams was in mad rush to finish an evening team meeting in Canberra. She wolfed down dinner and then her and her teammates bolted out the door as quickly as possible.

The reason? To catch a Pink concert at the AIS Arena.

Almost two decades later, they’re both still going strong – and on Saturday night, Williams got to meet one of her musical idols backstage before her show in Melbourne, presenting her with a little piece of history.

Relenting to intense public pressure after Mackenzie Arnold’s shootout heroics at the Women’s World Cup, Nike is now selling Matildas’ goalkeeper jerseys – something it has never done before for an Australian team, male or female. Pink and her daughter, Willow, were the first in the world to get their hands on the retail version, which goes on sale on Tuesday.

“She grabbed it right away. She was like, ‘These are sick’,” Williams said.

There aren’t many more famous people in Australia at the moment than the Matildas – aside, of course, from touring musicians Taylor Swift and Pink. The former’s tour wraps up on Monday night, but the latter is still going strong; so strong that Pink is basically an honorary Australian, given how often she seems to be performing here. She has sold more than three million career tickets here and in New Zealand, and her current show – the Summer Carnival tour, which runs through to the end of March – will be seen by more than 900,000 people.

“She loves Australia, and she loves Australians,” Williams, 35, said. “And supporting women’s sport, she’s a huge advocate. When she realised it was about the World Cup and the first release of the jerseys, her excitement and genuine curiosity ... she’s smiling big in the photo, so she’s definitely pumped about it.

“She’s like the Taylor Swift of our generation. If Pink had that level of social media back then she would be the equivalent to that.”

Nike is only selling the purple version of the jersey – not the black shirt Arnold actually wore during Australia’s dramatic penalty shootout victory over France in the quarter-final – but it’s a start.

England’s Mary Earps first put the issue on the table last year, saying it was “very hurtful” and an “injustice” that the apparel company didn’t produce goalkeeper jerseys for fans to buy, which she said stopped young people from aspiring to play in that position.

Williams, who was part of Australia’s World Cup squad as a back-up to Arnold, concurs.

“The amount of people who wanted to get a jersey was massive,” she said. “It’s so important for the visibility of females in sport and female goalkeepers. ‘Macca’ obviously had an amazing performance at the World Cup, and now for people who have her and myself and Teagan [Micah] and Jada [Whyman] as their heroes, it’s really exciting that they can have that opportunity.”

Williams will watch her teammates play the second leg of their Olympic qualifier against Uzbekistan on Wednesday night from the stands at Marvel Stadium, having recently undergone ankle surgery to give her a chance of making it to Paris 2024.

“Timing-wise, it wasn’t ideal, but if I had it later, it was even less ideal,” she said. “When you get over 30, it’s slow and steady wins the race. Hopefully, I’m not too far off now being able to join the team a little bit and be around the girls instead of being locked away in a pool or spa, in recovery mode.”

[lornrocks]

My doctor’s gonna be disappointed I didn’t get the imaging yet they wanted me to get for diagnostic criteria but the last imaging was $1200 out of pocket and frankly I spent the months in between the imaging they ordered and this appointment I have soon going on trips and I wanted to spend my money on that instead.

I’ve already spent so much money and time off work to get 2 endoscopies, get a gastric emptying study done (it was like 2 hours and I was fighting nausea the entire time) and go to these doctor appointments. I’m getting bloodwork done tomorrow.

Idk man we know my stomach won’t empty but we have no idea why, everything looked good, they took cultures while in my tummy and djdnt find anything, I have no family history of diabetes or gastroparesis or celiac or IBS like my dad (literally a gastroenterologist, just not MY gastroenterologist) says it’s extremely likely my stomach is not functioning correctly after one of the GI viruses I’ve had before. But idk how you prove that.

Currently the only direction I was given was “eat 5-6 small low fat meals a day” which is super impractical unless I work from home or never go on vacation, so, thanks.

Idk man. My mom got mad at me for admitting I put the testing off but she of all people should understand when you have a chronic illness with no discernible cause sometimes you just wanna stop with all the tests and shit cause it’s useless. Again, I’d rather spent that $1200 on concert tickets (which I did, plus I’m paying that off each month in installments which I don’t think the hospital would let me do easily)