#John was having a good time at the concert with everyone else there. things got awkward when they were alone

[georgeharrisonsmiling]

Isle of Wight

[riggedtraps]

how do u feel abt everyone u know?

Everyone? That's a pretty generalised question, but sure.

John: so caring and kind to me, I love him like a father. He's taught me everything I need to know to survive and to carry on his legacy. I don't think I can begin to describe how grateful I am that he chose me. John helped me quit my addiction when I thought it wasn’t possible. Sometimes, we clash a bit. His methods don't make sense to me sometimes, but I always try to do what he says because he always has good intentions. I love him wholeheartedly. He brought me back to life.

Jill Tuck: she's sweet and she's kind. We don't talk anymore but I appreciate her trying to help me with my addiction...until she decided to give up on me.

Lynn: we have a complicated relationship. She's sweet but with a fiery streak. Very hot. But after the shotgun collar trap, I'm pretty sure she hates me. At the least, she distrusts me. I don't blame her and I don't know how to fix it.

Hoffman: Piece of shit. Die. Die with fire. Who the hell let the ape out of its cage? Well—okay, I hate him, but I guess I admire his resourcefulness. I appreciate when he helps me with traps. It's hard to like him when he constantly disobeys John, though. One of these days, he's gonna say the wrong thing and I'll hit him. I can’t wait.

Lawrence: I like him, he's nice and smart. We don't talk much. I'd like to talk to him more but I think he hates me. Okay, no, I know he doesn’t, he said he doesn’t, but why doesn’t he? I put him in a trap. And I know the trap changed him, for the better—but also for the worse. It's...complicated.

Adam: again, it's complicated. We're friendly, amiable. But I put him in a trap as well. I think my guilt gets in the way of us. I don't know how he feels about it. I feel like a piece of shit because I am a piece of shit. Every time I'm around him, I get awkward because I don't want to hurt him again.

Scott: he's...an interesting one. He's nice enough, he's mostly chill. He kept flirting with me even though I'm a lesbian, which was pretty funny. I went to one of his concerts once. It wasn’t the best but it wasn’t complete shit either. Overall, he's pretty decent.

Niki: Probably one of the few friends I have. I shouldn't have but I've grown a bit of an attachment to her. She's funny and kind and really, really, pretty. I'm not gonna say anything else because if I do, I'll say things that I want to keep to myself.

Brent: I think the trap he was in messed him up more than he wants to let on. I know he appreciates it because he was able to serve justice to that monster Easton, but killing someone when he was that young...It's got to have messed him up. Has it even sunk in for him? That he's a fucking murderer? Poor kid. Makes me wanna keep an eye on him, make sure he's protected.

Eric Matthews: piece of shit. He ruined my life. I thought I killed him but apparently, he's somehow still alive. If anyone knows his location, tell me, I need to finish the job. I'll make sure John doesn’t find out this time.

[charmingradiobelle]

I watched Zootopia like 6 months ago on a whim, and now the fixation is still hyper...ing.

Yeah

Anyways, Judy and Nick are the best and deserve everything (I genuinely couldn't remember anyone else's names the first time I saw it) aaaaand yeah it's sad that the Fandom is basically nonexistent.

Actually, it's still going strong(?) on AO3 (i've made a few one-shots (shameless self promotion I'm Not_Quite_A_Moron there)) but still, kinda sucks.

Anyways, random headcanon time:

Nick has two moms (he doesn't have specific names for both of them, he just yells "MOM!" anytime he needs help)

Judy actually really likes eating meat, Nick just has to convince her to try it

Nick became really closed off and touch starved after the Junior Ranger Scouts incident, so now, he's a chronic cuddler (especially with Judy (which she loves))

Judy's on the autistic spectrum (she often stims by tapping her foot, and she likes to display affection via playful punches to the arm)

Judy was born on the same day that Nick got muzzled, as if the universe itself felt bad and said "here, have a rabbit" (definitely didn't steal this one from Tumblr nope certainly not)

Nick doesn't really like Gazelle's music, he's more of a rock kind of guy, but he'll stomach any song for Judy’s sake

Judy's asexual (Take one look at the nudist club scene and tell me she isn't at least demi)

Bestie I’d just like to say AAAAAAAAAA

Sorry, but I just got SO excited when I saw someone submitting headcanons! It’s been way too long since I’ve been able to have a good ol’ Zootopia discussion. Oh and I’ll certainly check out your fics! My user is Pixarpnflover so be on the look out for some kudos!✨

Anyway, I love the idea of Nick being raised by two moms! There was supposed to be a plotline about his dad—John Wilde, I believe was his name—but got scrapped along with a lot of other content. So until it’s actually mentioned in canon I’m choosing to believe his mom in the flashback was in fact a raging lesbian lmao🤷‍♀️ also would that make him a double mama’s boy?🤔

Ooo an herbivore converting to a meat diet? How intriguing! I like to think now that she lives in the city that Judy would be open to trying new foods, which would include poultry and fish. I can see her favoring sushi or even turkey.

Nick being openly affectionate after meeting Judy, and reserving most of that said affection for her? Hell yeah. He’s very unapologetic about it too. He’s waited far too long to share that amount of vulnerability and comfort with someone. No way he’s ever going to hold back🫂

Autistic Judy my beloved🙌🏻 You cannot convince me she’s even a little bit neurotypical, I will not believe you lol. I love that her natural rabbit behavior could actually be interpreted as stimming!

Dude, I have believed this headcanon for so long!! The second I found out their age difference, I just knew there had to be some kind of coincidence going on there. I mean, Nick could’ve just said “when I was a kid” when beginning the story, but instead he specified his age (or an estimate, at least) and I think that a choice on the writers’ part. Anyway, I’m a big believer in fate/soulmates, so even just the idea of Judy being born, destined to cross paths with Nick someday to heal his childhood trauma and make his life better, just melts my heart❤️😭

Haha yeah, you can tell the concert at the credits that Nick was only there for Judy😆 Not to say he wasn’t enjoying himself, he just wasn’t nearly as enthusiastic as everyone else. But ya know, the things ya do for your girlfriend!😋 I can also imagine Judy listening to music she doesn’t necessarily enjoy either. A certain loud rock song starts playing on the radio and before she can even think about changing the station, Nick goes “oh I like this one!” And so she smiles and suffers through it. She may even end up liking it anyway!😌

As for this last one, I kinda have to disagree. Not to say she isn’t ace or demi, and no hate to anyone who shares this opinion! But idk, to me I don’t think someone not wanting to see a bunch of people walking around ass-naked makes them ace or a prude (which I’ve seen some fanfics try to claim her to be?) I mean, I’m horny asf and I’d be just as uncomfortable walking around a nudist club😆😅

…I never thought I’d type a sentence like that lol

Anyway, thanks for sharing these! I sure hope the fandom comes back someday, but in the meantime I’ll be here waiting and open to exchanging more headcanons! :3

[iwantoseeafrigatebird]

the orkney trip

part 11 redux

tumblr you suck. my internet is good but you have to stuck at 20% upload eh?

day 9 (continued)

So I walked down towards the beach, crossing the burn, just as I was about to descend the rocky slope I saw this:

It's the skeleton of a red throated diver! I narrowed it down to divers, then checked it against the photos i took of the bird skulls displayed in the Gloup visitor centre and the specimens in the stromness museum (they have a room full of birds taxidermy among other things to my absolute delight)

I took the skull but the rest were interred into the bothy window to carry on the tradition. Leave no trace but the bones you found.

the skull and its pretty shadow on the bothy's doorframe in the golden hour.

So I thought, I should boil the eggs I brought all the way from Kirkwall behind the house, shielded from the wind. That's when I met Robbie the Irish guy from Dublin, who was cycling around scotland after getting the idea from seeing peopole cycling south america, just got down from Shetland and was now heading to Ullapool. Although there were two other big groups there (one group of young people and another group in their 50s on motorcycles who just came up from Ullapool), only Robbie and I decided to sleep in the bothy. We got a fire going for a while and had some warmth in the evening, although we couldn't find an axe to chop the rest of the firewood (i suspect that the warden took it to stop people from turning the chairs and tables into firewood).

That's the big group. One of their stove was so powerful, it resembled a little bonfire and transformed the cottage into a paleonithic cave filled with firelight and shadows of its inhabitans dancing on cold stone walls. The situation had stalker vibes I thought. The roof leaks but thankfully there wasn't any rain that night. Although there was a hole in the wall near my head that was stuffed with paper and I slept in my boots, it was comfortable enough. Nice to have a roof over my head.

-

day 10

Robbie got up early to run to see the Old Man, and we got on the morning ferry. On that ferry were Robbie, me, the american couple, two tourists who kept to themselves, Tom Attah a blues musician and professor at Leeds Arts uni who is here to perform at the Orkney Blues Festival, and Malcolm from Hoy, clawhammer banjo player who shares my love of american old time music.

The american man got to talking with them (he was affable and friendly, talking to everyone he met as if we were sandbox npcs *affectionate"). I don't talk unless no one does (one of the reason I like traveling alone, because if I'm with someone else I will let them do all the talking unless they are keeping silent as well, which annoyed the hell out of a past friend), so I just listened in. That Sunday was the last day of the Orkney Blues festival, and there were going to be free music events all afternoon and in the evening there would be a finale concert. Of course I simply had to go. I only had the museum on my list that day anyhow.

Stromness museum features whaling, seafaring, exploratiom (supposedly the first european to be buried in Australia was an Orcadian), the hudson bay company, the franklin expedition (the last british soil they set foot on was here, Franklin was entertained ashore, they got their water from the Login's well), and of course, John Rae. His fiddle was here, all restored, somewhere in the museum was another fiddle made of tin by a herring trawler blacksmith after losing his fiddle at sea. The two were played together at one time.

A game we should play.

Hudson bay company recruitment poster.

James Fitzjames' name made a surprise appearance written on the stern of this Cloth Boat here that should've accompanied John Rae on his expedition but never made it.

Login's well. This is why Stromness is the final stop, it is pilgrimage to me.

And yes I did talked to the poor Irish guy about John Rae, the Franklin expedition and the Terror. It simply had to be done and we were standing right under the statue of John Rae near the piers, if not then, when?

(tbc)

[scary-ivy]

TMBG concert at the Filmore thoughts

I think they opened with synopsis for the latecomers, very fitting

When Will You Die!!! Yes! Was not expecting that

Love the rapport between John and John, they're somehow telling jokes and yet also feeling honest and relatable at the same time

I think both their voices have gotten higher? Idk Flansburgh sounds better than ever with his high singing, while I remind stunned by Linnell's vocal control and ability to hold long notes

YOUR RACIST FRIEND verses Soo good, but then on the guitar solo Flansburgh shredded so insane I felt like the floor was shaking. Love the contrast between his soft vocals and That.

In general I felt like a lot of their songs sounded Better than they do on the records, like they've added to them and improved them over the years.

Marty and Dan's good as usual but the horn section especially got to do a bunch of cool solo jams, with trumpet and saxophone

I cried during moonbeams rays :')

DARLINGS OF LUMBERLAND THREE PART HARMONY INSANELY GOOD

LOVED DEAD, hypnotic how the backing vocals and lead vocals mesh

Flansburgh invited the press photographers into the stage to take pictures from behind the drumset, which seemed kind of unconventional and they joked about it later

They talked about not being able to enjoy a quiet moment in Japantown because some type of festival was happening

Linnell said the Bart made the subways in New York look good by comparison. Then added that the respected public transport.

lead into a joke about how everyone came here to see old men complaining.

At one point they went right from the end of one song into Minimum Wage and it was amazing

Whistling in the Dark the stage lights go down

said they were practicing Brontosaurus for a tv show?

SAPPHIRE BULLETS BACKWARDS WAS AMAZING. THEY'VE GOTTEN SO GOOD AT SINGING BACKWARDS, IN HARMONY, AND THE RIFF SOUNDS SO AWESOME BACKWARDS

Had fun dancing to Lucky Ball and Chain

Said "this is our last song" before doing Particle Man, and it had a whole extra part at the end about Triangle Man going to the planet Venus, more minor key and different rhythm and I really liked it

Intermission, why don't more bands do these?

Sadly, Hearing Aid was just a intermission remix song. But the remix was super cool! Minor and industrial

I always forget how cartoony John and John's voices sound. Linnell also did a couple different funny voices.

Let Me Tell You About My Operation, amazing amazing, Flans doing funny dramatics all over the stage.

Spy!!! Great, they started doing a thing they do where they gesture to different instruments, to play and then not play, sounded cool, BUT THEN it turned into a complete different thing were John Linnell did a funny announcer voice and recited some lines that sounded like a vintage commercial for records while turning the band off and on, to a cacophony of sound.

Road Movie To Berlin sounded amazing, everyone in the audience was swaying as if under a spell.

John Flansburgh joked about not saying "Live in my head rent free" because it was on Marty's list of things they shouldn't say because they were outdated. John Linnell said he was trying to remember something else on the list, joked about blurting it out during the song, WOMEN AND MEN HELL YEAH, then he said he remembered it during the song (it was "saying the quiet part out loud). And I feel like I could tell exactly when he remembered it, he slightly flubbed a line of the song

I think I saw Flans look at his pick, reach into his pocket, and get another pick during a song.

I also saw him take off his glasses and wipe his whole face down with a towel.

I never noticed when Linnell picked up the accordion he just somehow instantly had the accordion

MESOPOTAMIANS, BIRDHOUSE IN YOUR SOUL, GREAT AS USUAL

It was fun seeing them sing Theme from Flood, and the whole audience join in

Great audience

Linnell has such a unique and powerful presence. Almost made eye contact with him.

Don't Let's Start, instead of screaming he now melodically sings the I Don't Want To Live In This World part

double encore really faked me out.

Underwater Woman, unexpected but cool!

Dr. Worm!! Ending song.

Amazing concert, I loved the variety of songs

[the-firebird69]

We have a couple more announcements we're going to be kind of quick we are looking at a huge amount of people who are wanting to evacuate from Florida and they started testing for the rad and find us true and that these people are nuts and they are nuts so we're going to go ahead and do that.

--a couple more announcements tonight is a big night we did go over it earlier bja is trying to kick Trump out he has been in the Eastern hemisphere and western hemisphere it's nothing new but the others were doing a lot of it too they're kind of petered out and he's still going strong the Western hemisphere Trump still has about 65% of the cities and there are more here than in the eastern hemisphere so he's walking around like a big honcho and BJ's beating your mom other peoples might start taking over the cities because of what they figured out is below this is going to start pretty soon we have an idea what's below and we should be doing it so we're keeping an eye out he says and we have we've been prospecting so he we have teams that have already done assessments and they want to take him over we'd love to have his own City we have several but they're not independent and we would renovate like hell they weren't that badly put together but it's not that great they used to rule of thumb and stuff they've done and they copied their father. So we're going to begin that activity there's a lot of people that have dibs now or bja can't handle it all and we know where he's weak he cares about it but he says it would be nice to someone else with his own but that would mean minority more luck and he says it's probably a good idea to have a mix and some cities might work out that way we still have to call troops

--we're going forwards and we're preparing for a civil strikes because we have to they are on areas that are hot and we're going to calm it down

--we believe that the Trump ships will try and come in some time tonight because sometime tonight because the heavy is planning to move sometime tonight so he's going to stay tuned it's a big night for her to get snacks ready and drinks so you don't feel tired and healthy stuff and some kind of movie there's a bunch of coming up that you can find one that is in the serious is Samuel L Jackson series Bruce Willis series there's the aliens you don't want to watch that girl she says no he didn't say girl he said though but still he means girl so I got some movies to pick out I'm going to take it easy and keep in touch and not stress too much and have my snacks and the line them up and says we're going to have some for me if I have to get out of here I said shut up

. So that was Hera on the line

And it's going to be a huge night a giant one and we are proceeding those strikes are one thing and the fleet or another everyone's ready for that and we have some heavy and it will excite the more lock they will start attacking ground bases and it will attack death stars it'll start off Star wars over The fleets of the pseudo empire which is getting smaller but right now they're approaching 4% and tonight there's a huge attack planned for Washington Oregon DC Michigan and Northern New England's Stan's area and it's this idiot then he called out to do it and he's getting small too he's almost the same size off Island that stand is only a portion of that 4%. They just use a lot of acquitting it's like a John Henry. We're going to start that race. Our son is interested in it and he wants to try and get ready to be able to beat the machine and to show them we think he's going to get big sometime soon and start filling in no kidding we do have a date and we know when it is anyways and it's true it could be mid-october for real

Other things are happening people are attacking the cities other than bja they're also going after the nuclear bunkers tonight other than bja it's another huge development even though bja has been attacking Trump tonight it's a concerted effort in the cities although it was a concerted effort the difference is everybody was attacking them with him to get their share and the cities are kind of mixed this would be all bja just like he's Trump and it's not great but that's what he's doing they're all attacking the pseudo empire and in the west they're at 45% and then that's not good and the population is slow the evacuations going on second 20% basically is up and leaving already and it should be tomorrow morning when they're out the third 20% will begin on the walls are still going off it's around 95% complete believe it or not all of them all the city areas and pretty soon be up and they all start leaving from within the walls. Tommy f is moving that storm up here and as it is there's about five parties going to stop him and they're moving out right now they are trying to stop him you're sending personnel and they are going on the attack and they are doing a lot of damage and they're hitting the ship and they're hitting small ones it's a small attack but they're using special and it's the morlock imitating the pseudo empire they don't care because the pseudo empire had them do it and they actually did which is good just pseudo empire can move them.

We don't really care since life is in jeopardy and we're going to help and we don't care for his comments he's an idiot and he is going to get killed because we're going to put a hit on him now guy doesn't get it you're trying his life he doesn't want to storm can you believe me and you keep trying and you're going to get killed it's not matter and start hitting his idiots and pull them in and no hitting you is legal you're talking to the CIA and the dod and the United States government has put hits on you clones of Tommy f

Thor Freya

And it's for stuff too not just money

Olympus

[atlanticcanada]

Area 506 Waterfront Container Village enjoying strong start to season

Saint John’s Area 506 Waterfront Container Village is enjoying a strong, busy start to its second season.

“I think we are off to a great start,” says Area 506 President Ray Gracewood. “But this is just the beginning.”

The village first opened over the May long weekend, and as June gets underway activities at the waterfront are ramping up.

“We kicked off trivia, we’ve got the backyard Olympics,” Gracewood says.

“We have a great program that we call pints and pups that encourages people to come down and socialize with their pets.”

Those events, on top of weekly concerts, great food, and shopping opportunities, have guests enjoying their time at the waterfront.

“It’s a great use of shipping containers here in Saint John,” says Rachel Smith, who took her family visiting from Saskatchewan to see the harbourfront hub.

“And I love to see all the different vendors, have a bite to eat,” Smith says.

“It’s actually very nice,” says St. Malachy’s Memorial High School student Angela Qumak.

“We all took a bunch of pictures down… by where the heart lock is and by all the containers. It’s very nice to take pictures,” Qumak says.

Andi Duplessis enjoys the simple things the village has to offer.

“The beer is cold,” she says. “And the sun is hot.”

There are nearly 40 unique vendors set up in the container village, who have created a community all their own.

“If we need something from somebody else we can just call and ask,” says Aimée Goubernell, who works at Nela’s by the main stage.

“We are one big family at the container… and we love sharing food and snacks with one another. It’s great here,” Goubernell says.

“Everybody is really good,” says fellow vendor Steven Charlebois, who operates Off The Wall Eyewear Emporium.

“Everybody says hi to you, everyone says big smiles and hello. No one is out to get anyone else.”

All of this has helped contribute to Gracewood’s goal of making uptown Saint John a popular destination.

“People are just ecstatic to live in Saint John,” Gracewood says.

“Visit Saint John, bring their friends to Saint John. That’s really what we are trying to do with Area 506 and the Container Village.”

The big events are still to come later this summer. On July 28 and 29, the inaugural Boxcar Country Music Festival will take over the Saint John harbour. The following weekend the popular Area 506 Music Festival will light up the city for the seventh year in a row.  

For more New Brunswick news visit our dedicated provincial page.

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[yourforeverokay]

What happens in Vegas doesn't stay in Vegas (Elvis Presley x Reader) p.1

word count: 1,4k

warnings: a few curse words, drinking

summary: It was your husband's 30th birthday. You tried to be a good wife for him, so you bought tickets to Elvis' much wanted Las Vegas concert at the International hotel. The evening doesn't go the way you planned it though. What happens when you get ditched and catch Elvis' eye?

a/n: Hey everyone! I'm starting a series!! but I'll still continue making those short imagines of Elvis. I hope you guys liked this and please leave me some requests, if you have any. I would be happy to write something that you would want me to! Thank you all <3

"Happy birthday darling!" you yelled in excitement after handing John, your husband, your gift. It was in a tiny red envelope which made your husband raise his eyebrow. He thanked you with a half-hearted kiss and took the envelope from your hands. He opened it slowly with confusion plastered all over his face. He then took out a small brown piece of paper. He turned it around and noticed the name "Elvis" written in big letters and the number 17 on it. "Honey is this what I think it is?" his eyes grew wide. "YES! I finally got my hands on these bad boys." you laughed. John embraced you and lifted you off the ground. "Thank you, thank you and THANK YOU." he said while spinning you around. You were so happy that he liked the gift. He hasn't looked this happy ever, not even on your wedding day.

-

It was the 3rd day of June, and you were getting ready for the show in your hotel room. You had booked a room for a few days and while it was expensive, it was so worth it. Comfortable bed filled with a mountain of pillows, delicious breakfast and amazing view out of your window that shows Las Vegas in its all glory. You were not happy with one thing though. Your husband had brought 3 of his friends with him so he could "have the best experience possible" of Vegas. That meant getting drunk daily while wasting thousands on those cursed games. You wanted this to be the time dedicated for only the two of you. He had been working over-time every day and night so was it wrong for you to wish to spend some alone time with your own husband?

The door opened and you looked over your shoulder to see all 4 men stumbling through the door, already tipsy. "And did you see those fucking ti- Oh look who's here getting all dolled up for me." John walked over to you and caressed your shoulder. "You smell of whiskey." you said while continuing to apply mascara. "Well, is that a crime?" he cupped your face and you almost poked yourself in the eye. He turned you to face him and gave you a wet kiss which you did not enjoy. All of his friends started to laugh in the background. "Stop it." "Don't be like this sweetie. You know you want me. Why else would you cover your face with all this crap? It doesn't make you any prettier." Laugh erupted again behind him. Why was he acting like this? "The show is starting soon so we're going to go get some drinks before the King steps on stage. Don't take forever." John kissed your lips again and gave your cheek a pat. Frown made its way on to your face and a teardrop almost fell to your cheek but you had to keep it in so you wouldn't ruin your makeup. You looked at your own reflection on the mirror and you tried to smile to make things better. To make yourself forget what had just happened. To make yourself happier.

You finished your makeup and hair which was higher than usual. You wanted to look your best so maybe, just maybe, Elvis could notice you. Your seats were quite close to the stage, so it was possible. You laughed at the thought of that happening. You changed your clothes and put on a beautiful dress that you had bought for this occasion. It was sparkly and short with sleeves. You also wore your favorite knee-high boots. You checked that you had your tickets and a wallet with you and left the room with excitement boiling in you.

-

The hotel was packed with stylish, rich people that we're all going to different places in a hurry. Some were going to the bar to get drinks for the show, some were trying to find the closest bathroom, and some were just chatting with their people. You were trying to make your way to the showroom, but you accidentally pumped into someone. "I'm so sorry. It's so hard to make your way out of this pla-" your sentence was cut short when you noticed who you had pumped into. You recognized the man immediately...Jerry Schilling. "Don't worry about it. I hope you enjoy the show." he said to you quickly while walking past you. You saw him go through a door and closing it as fast as he opened it. Nobody had noticed the incident.

Finally, you found your way to your seat and surprisingly the table was empty. You glanced at your watch. It was 20:45 and your husband and his friends were nowhere to be seen. The show was starting in 15 minutes and the room was beginning to fill up. People were coming in from all the doors and still no husband. You sat down and tapped your finger anxiously on your thigh. 10 minutes pass and still no one. You considered leaving the room to check the bar if they might still be drinking but the lights closing stopped you. You glanced towards the main entrance while the golden curtains opened revealing all the musicians ready in their places. See See Rider starts playing. Still no husband. You decided that you were going to enjoy the concert even though he wasn't here. You spent all this time and money for this, so you had the right to enjoy the night to your fullest. A loud scream took you off your thoughts and suddenly the crowd was going crazy.

There he was. Elvis Presley in his white suit looking illegally good. His black hair was slicked back, and his blue eyes were shining bright. He looked at the crowd in awe and you couldn't stop looking at him. Everyone including you were mesmerized by his presence. "How are yall doing tonight?" he said smiling while putting his guitar around his waist. The crowd went crazy once again. In just seconds, your husband was out of your thoughts.

30 minutes had passed, and you were enjoying your time until something happened that almost made you choke on your own saliva. "Whatchu doing here all by yourself, pretty lady?" Elvis said while pointing his index finger at you. He had just finished singing The Wonder of You. All the lights and people's heads turned to you. "Me?" you pointed at yourself, almost being unable to answer. He nodded. "Well, my husband and his friends ditched me, but I couldn't help missing out this concert." you yelled so he could hear you. "Well, come here then." Elvis put his hand out for you. You stood up from your seat, knees shaking, and walked over to him. Elvis kneeled down to your level and embraced you. "Darling don't be blue and worry about him, I'll make it up for you, just wait." he put his microphone away from his face and whispered into your ear which gave you goose bumps. Elvis gave your cheek a peck and smiled at you. It looked genuine. You were too shocked to answer so you nodded and walked back to your seat, knees still weak. For the rest of the concert, you thought he was just playing around and not being serious but suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder. It was Jerry, and once again your eyes grew wide. "Hey, Elvis would like for you to join him at the backstage after the concert ends. We have to leave now before people notice though." Jerry said to you while offering his hand. You thought for a moment because you were worried that your husband would get mad at you but before saying anything you grabbed Jerry's hand and left the room with him. Before going through the door that was placed at the very back of the room near the entrance, you glanced at the stage and noticed Elvis watching the two of you. He gave you a small wink which made you blush. You stepped through the door and Jerry closed it behind him.

[zilabee]

- Everyone having a little dance in India. Awful of them. Made me sad. Everything made me sad. Today is very sad.

- John's little 'spiritually demure' face, when Paul calls him out on not having been himself. <333333

It's like we totally, sort of, put our own personalities under, for the sake of it.

- I completely love that Linda's reaction to the footage was 'didn't you feel like going out in it', meaning getting away from the fake India of spiritual enlightenment and just experiencing something possibly actually meaningful. Getting away from their forced 'retreat' of a locked compound, and actually just retreating somewhere real, and finding nature by being in it, not by being apart from it. She's perfect for Paul. (George's confused frown.)

- Probably the best bit of get back all around is the why don't we do it in the road monkey shag interlude. When I cut Get Back down to just the bearable bits that will be all that survives this day.

George: That is the biggest joke, to be yourselves. Cause that was the purpose of going there, to try and find who yourself really is. John: Yes, well we found out, didn't we? George: And if you were really yourself, you wouldn't be any of who we are now. Paul: Mm.

- I love John's interjection here, that George ignores, even though it's a good point. And I love Paul's face when George chooses to turn his honesty into a small ~meaningful point. Pft.

- Ringo's tea is too milky even for me, and I am judging him.

- Let's prove that this song you wrote about us, definitely doesn't mean anything by singing it in every funny accent we enjoy!

- I can't believe the lack of decision making which means that this project is just now 'make an album, but badly'.

Personally I was a phenomenon

- George saying that the studio is producing a good sound, and George Martin having a little point about how Glyn is having something to do with that. <3 I love him.

- Is the Primrose Hill concert no longer possible because they asked for permission like idiots? Idiots.

- My stomach is just very sad whenever MLH starts talking.

- I don't even care any more that the big conversation is cut up and the reaction shots meaningless; the truth is probably dreadful.

- Paul's awareness in emotional collapse that there's not really anything wrong except that everything's wrong, so there's nothing anyone can do.

- The whole thing's so much, even when they're kind to each other.

- J: "No-one else wants to go on a stage, or do a tv show." He's talking about George, you know. They're so frightened to actually argue with George in case they open all his wounds, so they argue with each other about whether they should argue with George.

- It drives me mad, how quiet Ringo is, refusing to take part at all.

- I like Paul saying that to him it feels like they've got all the bad bit of being on the road now, because they're just in a room all the time, and he wants to do things not in a room. And John saying he does too, but he's accepted that the Beatles can't do that, so he's doing it with other people. Paul's really blocked on that because other people aren't as good as Beatles. Or not just that, but why be the Beatles at all if it's just the boring bit. I think that's what he's boiling down to, while the others are trying to find ways to still call something Beatles but without actually being Beatles. I don't know, I haven't thought anything through, I'm too sad.

I just want to go and have fun with it, rather than sort of, finish off exactly as we started.

- John tries to (kindly) say that it's just that it's stopped being the thing Paul wanted (because he compromised) and now it's more 'our' thing. And I don't understand what thing he thinks it is! It's not currently anyone's thing! Nobody has any idea what it is now, and that's what Paul's finding it hard to adjust to, the nothingness of it. They're literally just making an album in a hurry for no reason, and refusing to record it properly. Paul wanted to do something new, and challenging, but they've dragged it back down to ordinary.

- I love Glyn being so truly positive about what they're doing, though, and saying that even though various things haven't come off, what they're doing is still special because it's Beatles in a room! And I like John really agreeing with that, and getting that. He's so positive about the energy of the Beatles, throughout the doc, and it's sad that he won't fight for it in any meaningful way.

- John playing Lost My Little Girl is too much, it's too much. I can't be expected to. The feeling of it, when John slips into their songs from the past. So many songs that only John and Paul really knew the insides of and where they came from and what they meant, and ... just how much Paul lost when John died is unbearable, and we already knew that, I know that, but Get Back makes it too sharp and I hate everything. I was doing well at rewatching this thing but now I want to stop it and never look at it again please.

- Glyn and Michael crouching down in front of Paul like he's a little boy who's scraped his knee, talking nice to him.

- Glyn says in an interview that Ringo was the one who first showed him the roof. I assume Ringo's been hanging around up there, contemplating mortality while his band disintegrates downstairs. I like that he's found a solution that involves the absolute least travel humanly possible.

- Paul levering himself up on the roof, because he's a weird little creature of the world. So much happier when he's outside and free. MLH should have mandated twenty minutes of fresh air every day. Paul and Ringo having a little roof dance! <33 MLH trying to persuade Paul that they might have to ask for a tiny bit of permission. Hmf.

- Yes right, you were right about another verse. - Oh, he's right, you know. - He is right.

- Both John and George wanting Paul to do Let It Be the way it was, and Paul's little confusion because he has no idea what that was. <3

- It is lovely when sometimes George actually forces Paul to work out what his songs are doing, and helps him sort them into shape. He does it with Let It Be, and he did it with Get Back too. They're so good at working together in the few moments that they actually work together. (you see it most in George's songs when John is barely there.)

Come on now, back to the drudgery thank you.

Think what Vera Lynn would do to it, Paul.

He's the most together man in Garston!

Goddamn you little microphone.

"When I find myself... all moody."

You stuck another verse in there, Richard.

Now look boys, now come on, enthuse a little.

I'll have you banned from bloody Apple if you don't shut up!

[mercurygray]

Short Days Ago

Several months ago I promised all the TDS girlies a special command performance by our favorite actress/dancer/comedienne. So, fresh from her record-setting bond tour with John Basilone - EILEEN HAMMOND!

Felt like a lot of nonsense, just to see a show.

Ken didn't know what business the USO had, trucking a whole bunch of dancers in here in the middle of a war. It wasn't like the Clubmobile girls, who came in their own truck and could pack themselves out at the end of the day. Everyone on the base seemed to be on high alert the whole week before they were due in, sprucing up paint and setting a stage up near one of the empty hard stands, like they didn't have anything else they should have been working on.

"C'mon, Lemmons!" one of the new fellows said with a grin on the day of the concert. "You can take an hour off!"

But he couldn't take an hour off - not really, not when everyone else was doing the same thing. They'd be on mission alert the next day and every single one of these forts needed to be able to go up and he wasn't making that mistake again. He could hear the music across the fields a little, when the wind shifted, but he wasn't missing much, he felt. He was needed here.

The show was just wrapping up when he drove by the parts store, looking to get a replacement magneto. The dancers had all come down from the stage, posing for pictures with one and all, and the biggest crowd, by far, was around a black-haired beauty with a smile that just wouldn't quit. Well, I'll be. She's back. Lemmons pulled up short and joined the crowd.

Eileen looked around the sea of faces with a big, take-all-comers grin. "You know, the last time I was here someone said I was so pretty they ought to paint me on a plane. They had a new fort in and they were looking for a name. Irish Eyes, I think they said."

Lemmons spoke up. "Yeah, sure, Miss!" The crowd parted a little, deferring to the sound of their crew chief. "She's still here. Hammond's Hornets." He pointed off into the distance, where the plane was parked out on the far side of the field. Wing damage - needed new levers in an aileron. But anyone who walked by the nose today would have seen Eileen Hammond in all her perfect pin-up glory, casting that same grin out into the sky in a yellow and black bathing suit.

The crowd around him buzzed a little, and Lemmons felt a twist in his chest. Would any of them have known that was where the name was from? After all, Rosie's Riveters were named after Rosenthal himself, not his girlfriend, and that visit had been long ago.

"And it was - it was Waitley who asked me to kiss the plane!" Eileen remembered with a grin. "Bob Waitley - from Tennessee. He was trying to go for the main chance and I told him I only had so many to go around - so he had me kiss the plane instead."

Lemmons nodded, smiling and remembering. What a joker, Waitley - always trying to get a pretty girl to catch his eye. "We painted the outline that afternoon - even tried to match your lipstick. The fellas used to touch it when they got in. For good luck."

"Is he still around?" Eileen asked, searching the crowd for a familiar face. "Bob Waitley? I don't think I saw him when I came in."

Ken felt cold. "He was… shot, ma'am." He didn't want to tell the rest of that story, about how Bob had taken a piece of flak through the thigh and bled out on the way home, and his co-pilot had brought the plane down with a dead man in the front seat and three more in the back. He also didn't want to say anything about what had come after, about scrubbing blood out of the cockpit and replacing the covers on the seats, and how they would open the cockpit windows, when crews like that came home, so the souls of the dead wouldn't stay with the plane on her next mission. Pilots were a superstitious bunch, but crew chiefs could be, too. And he'd still kept on having the crew touch up that kiss mark, though it was getting a little wavy now. Good intentions, that's all that was - nothing bad luck about a friendly kiss from a girl.

And Eileen Hammond, for all that she was a showgirl, knew what he meant when he said shot and ended his sentence early, and had enough sense not to ask more questions after.

Behind him, the newer crew was shuffling their feet. "No one told us that story about the kiss." "I just thought it was a joke." "Is that why we couldn't name it ourselves?"

"Well, I'm sure Miss Hammond has a very tight schedule," one of the pilots said quickly, noticing the frosty turn in the conversation. "We should let her get going, gents."

The crowd moved off, but Eileen stayed put, catching Lemmons' sleeve as he turned to leave. "Can I go and see them, Sergeant? If you've got time."

Ken looked her straight in the eye and realized she meant it. "Sure, Miss Hammond. I got time."

It was quiet, out here on the tarmac, speeding off to the far side of the airfield, and Eileen wasn't singing now. Her black curls were going to catch hell from this ride in the open jeep, but she didn't seem to care. Ken pulled off to the side of the taxiway and pointed where they were headed -a half-hidden mound of stones, the remnants of some ancient wall, sheltered under an equally ancient oak. The oak's spread roots had tumbled the rocks here and there, but there were plenty of crevices for dog tags and cigarettes and lucky pennies, and plenty of moss to soak up beers. Plenty of privacy to sit and remember, or to drink and forget. Here's where you bury the guys who don't come home.

"Every base has one," Eileen said, quietly. "Visit enough and you know to ask." She swallowed and looked out across the fields, the low mountains of distant planes far away. "Rather pretty out here. They have a nice view."

"Sure do, miss."

She nodded, and turned to look at the wall, smiling at the beer bottles carefully perched on the top, the half-full bottle of whiskey at the base and the series of small round stones stacked here and there. She stepped gently around the items on the ground, and kissed the largest stone, the print of her lips uneven and red on the rough surface of the rock. "There you are, Bob. A few months overdue." She stepped back to survey her handiwork and took a deep breath, in and out. Behind them the wind was in the grass, and there was a rustle in the oak overhead. All was at peace.

"Don't paint that one on, Sergeant," she said, quietly. "Wouldn't want the other fellows getting jealous."

"'Course, miss," Ken nodded. "Some times the best things fade."

She smiled at that, looking at the stone and the bottles and the way they were catching the late afternoon light. "You want me to re-do the other one? While I'm here?"

"If you like, miss," Lemmons said with half a smile. "But good luck kisses don't expire."

"Maybe so," she said with a shrug. "But it can't hurt, either, can it?"

---

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

    Loved and were loved, and now we lie,

        In Flanders fields. -In Flanders Fields, John McCrae

Though we never see this in the show, archeological excavations at Thorpe Abbotts indicate that the fliers did have some kind of memorial spot for their dead. A team from a nearby university excavated the site in 2017.

[yournameoneverypage]

When You're Ready

Reader request: Shawn Mendes x (y/n). "Shawn is on tour and invites the reader to the show so he can ask her to be his girlfriend and he sings When You're Ready, but Camila shows up and the reader is convinced that it's for C and not for her."

Word Count: ~3.7

Notes: Mostly fluff with brief moments of angst, and a smut ending.

Warnings: NSFW

~ * ~

(Y/n) stood at baggage claim at LAX, waiting for her blush-colored suitcase to roll by on the carousel. She was going to be in California for almost a week. Why? Well, her best friend was Shawn Mendes and he was currently on tour. He was missing her something fierce, he had said, and he wanted her to come see him.

Shawn had two sold out shows, consecutive nights, at the Staples Center followed by a show in San Francisco three days later, so why not make a week of it? His idea, but the second he mentioned it she was on board. She’d figure it out, find a way to make it work.

Any time she got to spend with him was both treasured and torturous. But she would go through the pain and heartache over and over again if it meant nearly a week with her most favorite person.

See, the thing was, (y/n) had been in love with Shawn for nearly as long as she had known him.

~ * ~

After retrieving her bag, (y/n) went in search of her driver. Shawn had said he or she would be holding a sign with her name on it. Shawn had a few interviews to do that morning, so (y/n) would be taken to his hotel to wait for him to finish, and then they’d have the entire afternoon and evening to spend together.

Aside from the aforementioned interviews, this was a day off for Shawn and he wanted to make the most of it because the Staples Center shows were the following two nights, and there wouldn’t be much down time during the days with soundchecks, meet and greets, and Q&As before showtime. Fortunately they would have more time to spend together between LA and San Francisco.

(Y/n) located her driver, who smiled brightly and introduced himself as John. He took her bag and engaged her in friendly chatter as he led her toward an idling Range Rover.

Who left a vehicle like this idling curbside at the airport?

John opened the rear passenger door for her with a knowing grin. (Y/n) started to climb in before she even noticed him.

“Shawn!” She almost tipped over into his lap reaching across the seat to hug him.

“Surprise, babe!” he chuckled into her ear.

“You’re here!”

“I’m sorry I didn’t collect you myself, but as much as I love my fans, I didn’t want to get stuck here for a half an hour taking selfies.”

“I thought you were in interviews all morning.”

“I was. I was hoping to come with John to pick you up, but I honestly didn’t know how long all the interviews were going to take so I didn’t want you to be disappointed if I said I would be here but then wasn’t.”

He was always so thoughtful; it was one of the many, many things (y/n) loved about him. She linked her hand with his between them, squeezed, and smiled. “I missed you.”

With a grin, he leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Missed you, too. So much. I’m so happy you’re here,” he breathed.

~ * ~

The day flew by way too quickly.

Once Shawn got (y/n) checked in and settled at the hotel, in a room that adjoined his, they grabbed lunch at one of Shawn’s favorite places.

It was (y/n)’s first ever visit to Los Angeles. Shawn had asked her if there were any specific things that were on her must do/see list, and he’d take care of everything.

They visited the Griffith Observatory, and strolled down the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

(Y/n) thought, and Shawn agreed, that too much attention might be drawn to them if he was spotted along Venice Beach or the Santa Monica Pier, as he had already been approached a few times during their activities earlier in the day. (Y/n) had been understanding and supportive of him spending a few minutes chatting with his fans and taking photos. She actually took a few of the photos herself.

Another day, he promised.

Instead, they spent a good part of the late afternoon and early evening at the Getty Center Museum.

They had dinner in Little Tokyo, followed by drinks at a tiki bar. Only one for (y/n) because she was a lightweight and tiki drinks were known to be quite strong. Shawn stopped after two, as he had a full day the next day and didn’t want to risk waking up with a hangover.

Back at the hotel, freshly showered, in pajamas, and in Shawn’s room, stretched out on his king-sized bed, Shawn and (y/n) ordered something from room service to share.

Even though they had chosen a movie to watch, they were too busy talking and laughing to pay much attention to the television.

~ * ~

Staples Center, Day One, had (y/n) immersed in the thick of things with Shawn, his band, and his crew. She knew only a few of them and was introduced to many more. Her laminated pass was the same as what everyone else had, giving her access to anything and anywhere she wished.

She soaked up as much as possible.

Shawn didn’t always attend soundcheck with his band, but for (y/n) he definitely wanted to be there so she could fully experience it. She stayed backstage, chatting with Shawn’s people while he did his meet and greet photos. She sat in on his Q&A session but stayed unobtrusively toward the back of the room. She could talk to him whenever she wanted; this was his fans’ time with him.

The concert was unbelievable, as (y/n) knew it would be. Shawn always left his heart and gratitude on stage.

That night they were in (y/n)’s room, she on one of the doubles, Shawn in the other. He was still a little high on adrenaline, asking her how she enjoyed the day, and especially how she enjoyed the show.

She knew it wouldn’t be long before he completely crashed out. When he did, he was still in her room.

~ * ~

Staples Center, Day Two, was much the same, although they started the day with Shawn dragging (y/n) to the gym to work out with him. They also skipped soundcheck to get lost together in the backstage corridors.

The closer it came to showtime, the more anxious Shawn seemed to get. He had a different vibe about him than he had the night before.

While eating dinner, (y/n) asked him if everything was alright. He assured her everything was amazing; it just felt like something big was about to happen and he hoped it would turn out to be a good kind of big.

~ * ~

Again, the show was absolutely incredible, although after the song he normally ended with, before acknowledging his band and going into the encore, he tried to quiet the deafening audience with a finger pressed against his lips.

Of course, it was futile. He just laughed, somewhat nervously, and said, “This song is for someone very special to me. Someone who is here tonight. I want her to know how I feel about her...”

That seemed to get everyone’s attention.

Shawn found (y/n) in the audience, met her eyes, and smiled adoringly.

Maybe I had too many drinks But that's just what I needed I hope that you don't think that what I'm saying sounds conceited When I look across the room, and you're staring right back at me Like somebody told a joke and we're the only ones laughin'

(Y/n)’s heart started thumping. He couldn’t be singing this for her, could he...? He had never expressed any interest in her as more than a friend. Had he?

Don't know why I tried 'Cause ain't nobody like you Familiar disappointment every single time I do Every single night my arms are not around you My mind's still wrapped around you

A couple of girls beside (y/n) bent their heads together and pointed to something or someone standing to the side of the stage. Shawn seemed to notice, as she had, and looked toward the side stage.

She followed his line of vision to see Camila standing there, beaming brightly. She put her fingertips to her lips and blew him a big kiss.

(Y/n) didn’t notice, over the dizzying blood rush in her head, that Shawn seemed to stumble a little through the chorus.

Baby, tell me when you're ready I'm waitin' Baby, any time you're ready I'm waitin'

Even ten years from now If you haven't found somebody I promise, I'll be around Tell me when you're ready I'm waitin'

He glanced once more toward Camila, but just as quickly his smile settled again in (y/n)’s direction. His voice steadied and grew stronger.

What if my dad is right When he says that you're the one No, I can't even argue I won't even fight him on it Call you when it's late And I know that you're in bed 'Cause I'm three hours back Seems like you're always six ahead

(Y/n) smiled back, although it seemed more reflexive than genuine, as her heart was currently crumbling to pieces. She tried her hardest to be happy for her best friend and the woman he was currently confessing his feelings for, on stage, in front of everyone.

Don't know why I tried 'Cause ain't nobody like you Familiar disappointment every single time I do Every single night my arms are not around you My mind's still wrapped around you

Baby, tell me when you're ready I'm waitin' Baby, any time you're ready I'm waitin'

Even ten years from now If you haven't found somebody I promise, I'll be around Tell me when you're ready I'm waitin', yeah

And if I have to, I'll wait forever Say the word and I'll change my plans Yeah, you know that we fit together I know your heart like the back of my hand...

Before the song ended, overwhelmed, unable to continue her façade, (y/n) had slipped from the crowd and backstage.

She wasn’t sure where to go once she was backstage. She was fighting back tears, so her vision was blurry, but she didn’t want to stop to ask anyone how to get out of the venue because they might ask why she was crying and then it would all turn into one big mess.

A voice from behind her asked, “You’re Shawn’s friend, right? Are you looking for his dressing room?” Was she? Would she be able to face him after his encore and bows?

“Yes, please,” she found herself answering.

“End of the corridor, turn right, first door on the left.”

(Y/n) nodded her thanks and began to follow the directions she was given. She wasn’t sure if it would be the first or last place anyone would be looking for her.

~ * ~

Shawn burst into his dressing room, out of breath from the end of his show and running around looking for (y/n). Incredibly relieved to see her, he gasped, “Are you okay? What happened?? You just disappeared!”

“I’m sorry. I just needed a few minutes.”

“In the middle of the most important song of the night?”

Her voice cracked. “I said I was sorry.” And she was. She should have stayed till the end. “I was caught off guard.”

“Oh no, babe. Shit! I’m sorry, (y/n). I overwhelmed you, didn’t I? I shouldn’t have made it so public. It should have been a private conversation. Forgive me?” he whispered.

“Of course. You’re my best friend and I’m happy for you,” she smiled softly, truly. And she was. His happiness meant more to her than anything else. It was just going to take some time to refortify her heart. “I wish you and Camila the best.”

“Camila?” Little wrinkles formed between his eyebrows. “What are you talking about?”

“What do you mean, what am I talking about?” she puffed.

Suddenly Shawn started laughing.

(Y/n) placed her hands in the center of his chest and pushed him away, unamused.

He caught her wrists and pulled her to him. “I wasn’t singing that song for her.” He placed her hands over his heart and covered them with his own. “I was singing it for you, my beautiful, clueless, wonderful, precious love.”

“What?” she exhaled.

“I finished singing and looked for your eyes, only to find you gone.”

“I don’t understand,” she whispered.

“I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend. Not Camila. You, (y/n). In front of the entire Staples Center audience. Why did you think I wanted Camila?”

“You kept looking at her side stage.”

“I glanced at her twice,” he contended, lightheartedly. “I was surprised. I didn’t expect her to be here tonight. It’s true that she recently told me she has deeper feelings for me-”

“And you have always had feelings for her.”

“I had feelings for her. Past tense. Before I met you. Are you really arguing with me about how I feel about you?” he smirked.

“But you didn’t sing that song last night, when Camila wasn’t here.”

“You are!” he laughed again.

“Stop laughing!” she exclaimed, unable to stop herself from giggling, her heart blooming with hope. She then whispered, “Did you really mean it?”

“Oh, darling...

“If I had professed my feelings last night and you had turned me down, I don’t think I would have been able to get through tonight. Telling you tonight, when there were three days before San Francisco, would have either given us time to disappear together for a few days, or would have given me time to sort myself out if you didn’t want me the way I want you.

“Please tell me you want me.”

(Y/n) wanted to scream, yes, I want you!, but instead she teased, trying to keep a straight face, “I don’t know. Any boyfriend of mine has to be a good kisser. Are you a good kisser?”

“I am a fantastic kisser,” he grinned. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and slid his hand to the nape of her neck.

“Prove it.”

His other hand circled her waist, fell against the small of her back. He leaned in, watched her eyelids flutter, then close, and gently guided her lips to his.

She had imagined this moment for so long but it was much more than she had ever expected. Thousands of thoughts were forced away to make room for one single idea. How could one kiss cause the world to fall away around her?

“Shawn,” she said, breathless, easing away.

“Still proving it,” he murmured. He softly licked at the seam of her lips, and when she responded he deepened their kiss. Her heart was pounding, and she was warm from head to toe. She felt his tongue meet hers and her entire body began to hum.

Their knees were weak when their lips separated.

Shawn touched his nose to hers. “Well...?”

“I will be more than happy to kiss you all night long, but only after you take a shower,” she giggled.

~ * ~

(Y/n) knocked on the adjoining door. She didn’t wait for a response before letting herself through.

Shawn was leaning against the dresser, partly sitting on it, phone to his ear, wearing nothing but baggy, cotton pajama pants. His chest and feet were bare. By his side of the conversation, (y/n) grasped that they were talking about the plan for the days leading up to San Francisco.

He held his hand out to her in invitation. His legs fell open and she automatically moved into the V they made. He ended his call, set his cell aside, and placed his large hands on her hips.

“So, about what you said... Something about kissing me all night long?”

She moved even closer to him. One of her hands curled around the back of his neck, the other tangled in his still damp curls. The roughened pads of his thumbs caressed the bare, soft skin just above the waistband of her pajama shorts.

She kissed him, tenderly at first, and then with growing intensity. He gently bit her top lip, sucked it, her teeth tugged on his lower lip. His kiss was determined and sent her head spinning. She began to tremble as she clung to him.

Shawn’s lips slowed and softened; he eased away and breathed, “I’ve already waited so long; we can take our time.” He slid his hands further up (y/n)’s sides, under her shirt. “We don’t have to rush into anything. I can wait for you.” She felt his thumbs brush either side of her breasts.

She started trailing tiny kisses from his chin up along his jawline before touching the tip of her tongue to the lobe of his ear. “I don’t want to wait,” she purred.

“Oh, thank God,” he groaned before again pressing hungry lips to hers.

She responded without hesitation.

Her hands trailed down his chest and to his sides, her fingers playing over the ripples of his stomach. She brushed her knuckles against the start of his arousal and his breath hitched, cupped him through thin cotton.

He arched his pelvis against the heat of her palm and she heard a low, rumbling moan from the back of his throat. He tangled a hand in her hair, tugged gently. He bit down on the skin of her clavicle, sucked, soothed it with his tongue.

She pulled away from his mouth. “Shawn!” she scolded, playfully, chuckled, “You’re going to leave a mark!”

“Good. Show everyone you’re mine. Mark you everywhere. But this,” he smirked, kissing the already purpling bloom, “will be the only one people can see.”

“Fuck,” she sighed. His claim on her made a shiver trickle up her spine.

“If you insist,” he grinned, smugly.

Feeling bold and sexy, she hooked a fingertip in the waistband of his pajama bottoms and starting walking backward. He stood to his full height and followed.

(Y/n) felt the backs of her legs hit the mattress. With fluid movement, she slid her shorts down, stepped out of them, and pulled her camisole up and over her head. She stood before him in small lace panties, breasts bare, nipples tight.

The way he looked upon her made her blood thrum, her body flush. He licked his lips, bit softly on the fuller, lower one.

His hand reached out and cupped one of her breasts. He gently tugged at her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Instinctively, her hand slipped between her legs, at her core, and she rubbed herself through the damp lace. His nostrils flared when he caught the scent of her arousal. He whimpered, her name falling like a prayer from his lips.

“I wanna see you,” (y/n) purred.

Obeying, oh so eagerly, Shawn pushed his pants down, over his ass, off, his cock bouncing free, filling, curling up toward his stomach right before her eyes. He wrapped thumb and forefinger around the base, his other fingers pressed flush against his scrotum.

“Been thinking about me like this?” he hummed.

Yes. God, yes. Maybe one day she would tell him just how much. It was her turn to lick her lips and bite the lower one.

They fell together onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and with a crash of lips. When they separated to catch their breath, (y/n) reached over to turn off the bedside lamp.

“Nuh-uh, Sugar,” Shawn rasped. “Waited too long for this.” Voice rough with desire he sang softly, “I wanna love you with the lights on, keep you up all night long... Darling, I wanna see every inch of you, I get lost in the way you move...”

She might have giggled if her panties weren’t being drawn down over her hips, if calloused fingertips hadn’t begun to dance along soft, hot, electrified skin, lips and tongue following.

He took a dusky, peaked nipple into his mouth. Her back arched, hands grasping at the sheets at her sides, and moaned softly. He sucked her other nipple into his mouth, tasting, humming.

“Shawn,” she whined, moving a hand to tangle it in his dark curls, tugging him away from her breasts.

“Tell me what you want, Love.”

“I want you. I need you,” she pleaded.

“What was that?”

“Fuck me, Shawn.”

“Mm... Since you asked so sweetly,” he smirked, stroking his cock. He rolled on a condom and moved to rest between her legs.

She reached between them, taking him in her hand, and he shuddered. She wanted to feel the moment he slid into her. He let her guide him. Their eyes met and held, bodies drew together, foreheads touched. She groaned with deep satisfaction into his mouth as she adjusted to his girth and length.

He wheezed, stilled as he bottomed out. She was so tight around him that if he began to move in that moment it would be over too soon.

“You okay there, Mendes?” she purred and imperceptibly tightened her legs around his waist.

“Oh God.” That tiny shift was almost too much. “You feel so good. Too good,” he mumbled. “I need a minute.” His arms on either side of her, holding his weight above her, he buried his lips in the crook of her neck, centered on the scent of her skin as he salvaged control.

One hand again tangled in in his hair, the other stroked the skin of his upper back.

“Okayokay,” he mumbled, and he began to rock into her, slow... rhythmic... deep.

She gasped when the pebbled nubs of her breasts brushed against his taut nipples. Her whimpers and groans mingled with his rumbles and moans. She was torn between closing her eyes and wanting to watch his face as warmth and pleasure coursed through her.

He wanted her to climax before him. Wanted to watch her fall apart beneath him.

He knew she was nearly there when she began to ripple on the bed like a wave on the sea. The tide came all the way up; he was caught in the rush. And then the knot at the root of his cock dissolved in fire and he was falling fast, craving the feel of her so close to him, unsure where he ended and she began.

( FIN )

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@theregoesmyherojd @benito-mi-vida @shawn-is-my-giant-jellybean @mendesblurb

[natromanxoff]

Smash Hits (March 26 - April 8, 1986): 73/?

Credits to Michael Kane.

QUEEN

Were they wrong to play in Sun City? Did they cash in on Live Aid with their single “One Vision”? At last their gracious majesties reply to their critics — and a right old tongue-lashing they give them, too. William Shaw plays Devil’s Advocate…

Roger Taylor is hopping mad. "People like Paul Weller never stop to think. They see things in such simplistic terms — in such puerile terms," he seethes, his voice raised. "And I get really angry when arseholes like Daryl Hall…” he gropes for the word, "hair-dos like Daryl Hall start going on about it when they haven't got a clue!"

Yes, Roger Taylor is definitely a bit hot under the collar. And what's made him so angry is this: Queen have been coming in for quite a bit of stick recently from fellow pop stars over a place called "Sun City", which is a huge concert venue in South Africa. Last year a bunch of stars like Bruce Springsteen, Bono, Daryl Hall and Bob Dylan got together to declare in song that they "ain't gonna play Sun City", to show how much they all detested the system of apartheid there by which blacks are segregated from whites.And a few stars — like Paul Weller and Daryl Hall — began openly criticising those groups which had played in Sun City. And one of the most famous groups who had appeared there was Queen.

"In a way I do regret playing," Roger admits now. "In some ways I would defend what we did. I mean, basically we play music to people — lots of them preferably — and I think a lot of crap is talked over here about things that people don't really know about."

Brian May goes a bit further: "Those criticisms are absolutely and definitely not justified. We're totally against apartheid and all it stands for, but I feel that by going there we did a lot of bridge building. We actually met musicians of both colours. They all welcomed us with open arms. The only criticism we got was from outside South Africa."

But the upshot of all this is that Queen have bowed to pressure and announced that they won't play there again. "We've come into line now, like everyone else," says Brian with a touch of bitterness in his voice about the whole affair.

He's sitting in this very plush recording studio in West London with assorted instruments scattered around the place. It's there that Queen have been putting the very last touches to their new LP which is a spin-off from a soundtrack which they wrote for a new film called Highlander (starring Sean Connery). According to Brian, the plot is about this bloke "who discovers he's immortal somewhere around the 15th century and eventually ends up in New York in the 20th century where the various immortals who've been born around the world come together for a show down…"

The new single, "A Kind Of Magic", taken from the film, is noticeably short of the "searing axe work" that used to be Queen's trade mark in earlier days. And the same goes for practically all their recent singles. Is Brian disappointed that no-one seems too want so many flashy guitar "solos" these days?

"Yeah," he answers forlornly. "It's frustrating in a way, but I've come to regard it as a fact of life. Even though I have the opportunity to do what I want with the group, the things that I want to do aren't necessarily the things that sell in huge quantities but there's nothing I can do about it. Mind you," he says, perking up, "there's some very heavy stuff in the film. It's a very heavy film, Highlander."

While he's talking, John Deacon is sitting still twiddling away behind this mammoth mixing desk. Freddie is conspicuously absent.

"He's really shy," explains Roger. "He feels that he's not very good at doing interviews."

What? The man who bounds furiously around stage wearing practically nothing apart from a moustache in front of millions of people is shy?

"On stage he's not," answers Brian. "But it takes him a long time to get on with anyone he doesn't know. He hates doing interviews and he hates the way they come out. People have such a strong idea of what they think he's like that it doesn't matter what he says to them, he usually gets misquoted."

Live Aid was definitely the highpoint of last year — Queen came out of it extremely well indeed. Were they surprised at the reaction?

"Yeah, I suppose so," says Brian. "Actually, it's only by a narrow squeak that we got involved in it because our first reaction was ‘Oh God! Not another one.’ We'd been involved in quite a few and we were a bit disillusioned as to how the whole business works…"

“But Geldof's whole thing was magnificent,” continues Roger. "He did it out of the purest motives. I cannot believe arseholes like Johnathan King can denigrate something that's done real good when he's done no good to mankind except litter the planet with dreadful records! How dare he? How worthless parasitic specks like him can have a go at something that's so good I don't know!"

But their huge success was tainted a bit by the fact that some people thought that the single "One Vision" was an attempt to "cash in" on the event — especially when a press release from the Queen office announced that the song was "inspired" by the event. They got a bit of a stick for that too.

The whole thing, says Roger, was an embarrassing error: "I was absolutely devastated when I saw that in the press. It was a terrible mistake and I was really annoyed about it. Some public relations person got the wrong end of the stick. I went absolutely bananas when I read that."

"We do a lot of stuff for charities," explains Brian, "but ‘One Vision' was a way of getting back to what we're doing, and if we didn't run ourselves as a business, we wouldn't be around for the next Live Aid. We're not in the full-time business of charity at all. We're in the business of making music, which is a good enough end in itself.”

[It’s A Kind Of Magic lyrics]

[hldailyupdate]

Louis Tomlinson Announces He’s Working On New Documentary — Everything You Need To Know Get ready, Louis Tomlinson fans, because the singer just announced that he’s working on a brand new documentary about his life, and we have all the exciting details for you! While replying to some fan questions on Twitter, the One Direction member shared the exciting news.“ Have you already thought about making a documentary?” one fan asked him. He replied, “Already on it love.” But wait, when will the documentary come out, you ask? What exactly will it be about and what can we expect it to show? Not to worry, you guys, because we broke it all down for you. Here’s everything you need to know about Tomlinson’s upcoming documentary. What Do We Know So Far About Louis Tomlinson’s Documentary? So unfortunately, the “Walls” crooner hasn’t shared any other details about it, but some fans are convinced that they’ve uncovered the name of the upcoming doc! Get this — just a few days before he made the announcement, Tomlinson celebrated the 11-year anniversary since he first auditioned for The X Factor. As fans know, after he tried out for the singing competition show, he was put into the band by Simon Cowell (alongside Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Niall Horan and Zayn Malik).

“11 years since my first audition! I had no idea on that day just how much would have changed between then and now. Thank you to everyone who’s been there for me along the way! We’re only just getting started!” he wrote on Twitter in honor of the big day. But it was his next message that caught everyone’s attention.“ Faith in the future,” Tomlinson added. And many people think that may be the name of the documentary!

What Else Has Louis Tomlinson Been Up To Lately?

This isn’t the only thing that the musician has up his sleeves! Yep, earlier this month, he revealed that he was starting his own management company, and everyone was pretty excited about it. For those who don’t know, he previously attempted to launch his own record label, but that didn’t work out.“

I always dreamed of having my own label, having an imprint never really worked for me because I still had to have someone else’s blessing to sign people. People I believed in massively but unfortunately didn’t fit the traditional pop role hence never doing the deals,” he explained via Twitter. “So I’ve decided to put it out there in the world today. I’m going to start my own music management company to help develop new artists. Watch this space.” He later verified, “I just wanted to take the first step of actualizing the idea but at this stage that’s all this is. An idea! Sometimes action is needed first to encourage the motivation and belief.” And when someone asked if this would effect his upcoming music, he replied, “No.”

And that’s not all! Tomlinson also told fans that he’s considering making a visual album!

“Seen a few that a really like. Potentially,” he replied when a fan asked if he was open to making one. So exciting! But despite having “lots of stuff” in the works at the moment, Tomlinson promised that music is still the most important thing to him.

“Lots of stuff in early stages. Music obviously remains my number one priority,” he tweeted. He also tweeted that he has new merch coming soon, so keep your eyes peeled for that. Plus, the 29-year-old is gearing up to go on tour — as soon as it’s safe, of course. He was supposed to head out on his debut solo tour last year, but when the pandemic hit he was unfortunately forced to postpone it. His European leg is now set to kick off on June 6, 2021, but it’s unclear whether or not those shows will go on as planned or get postponed again. As for the American leg, the new dates for those concerts have not been announced just yet. But Tomlinson is very excited to hit the stage again.

“Every day is a day closer to the first show back!” he tweeted recently. And when someone asked him what he was most excited about, he responded, “The next time I play a live show. Going to be an incredible atmosphere.” What Do We Know About His Upcoming Second Album? Back in May 2020, Tomlinson first announced that he was working on his second studio album.

“I’m doing good. Tried to be more creative these last few weeks,” he wrote to a fan at the time. The singer added that he had “lots of ideas” but that he didn’t expect to be “writing so soon” after his first album dropped. As fans know, his debut LP — Walls — came out in January 2020, and it was full of bops. Then, in October 2020, he gave us a much-needed update!

“Wrote four songs in  four days. It’s cooking,” Tomlinson shared. And when a fan asked what exactly was “cooking,” he explained, “Banger after banger.” And just this week, he revealed that he was working on another new song!

“Got a decent chorus idea down,” he said, when asked what he was up to. This is seriously so exciting! But when will his new tunes come out? Well, when a fan asked the star when we could expect the music to drop, he said it will probably come out sometime this year.

“Assuming ’21 [but] who knows,” he said.

What Will His New Album Sound Like? While chatting with Telegraph in a recent interview, the 1D heartthrob explained that the pandemic has given him time to “really get into what I want to say” on his new album.

“I’m very, very excited. I had basically penciled down a plan before corona took over our lives,” he explained. “And now it’s kind of given me a little bit of time to really get into what I want to say and what I want things to sound like.

”When asked about the sound, Tomlinson said that fans can expect it to be a lot like his hit song “Kill My Mind.”

“There’s a certain energy in that song, in its delivery, in its attitude, that I want to recreate,” he continued. “People are struggling at the moment, so I want to create a raucous, exciting atmosphere in my live show, not a somber, thoughtful one.

”According to the pop star, he’s been listening to the Red Hot Chilli Peppers a lot over the last few months, and they will have a big influence on LT2.

“I grew up on their album ‘By the Way’. And during lockdown I’ve been knee deep in their stuff,” he explained to Telegraph. “I’ve watched every documentary, every video. And I find their lead guitarist John Frusciante just fascinating.”

But don’t expect him to play any new instruments on the upcoming LP. He tweeted that “guitar was enough” for him when a fan asked if he learned any new instruments during quarantine. Plus, he also wrote on Twitter that he’s going to talk about more social issues in his lyrics!

[dailytomlinson]

While many artists would jump at the chance to tell you how lockdown has been a fruitful opportunity for self-improvement, full of pseudo self-help books and pompous podcasts, former One Directioner Louis Tomlinson is adamant that he has done, well, nothing.

“I’ve just watched loads of s___ TV,” he says after a long pause. “The Undoing is decent, isn’t it?”

Twenty-eight--year-old Tomlinson from Doncaster was always the down-to-earth Directioner, frequently describing himself as fringe member who spent more time analysing the band’s contracts than singing solos, known for chain-smoking his way through several packs of cigarettes a day and swearing like a trooper. A rarity, these days, among millennials who’d rather suck on a stem of kale and tweet about their #blessings.

He's getting ready to rehearse an exciting one-off gig that will be live-streamed from a secret London location on December 12, announced today exclusively via the Telegraph. The proceeds of the night will be split across four charities: The Stagehand Covid-19 Crew Relief Fund and Crew Nation, Bluebell Wood Children’s Hospice and Marcus Rashford’s charity FareShare, to help end child poverty.

The gig means a great deal to Tomlinson, whose first ever tour as a solo artist, to promote his debut solo album WALLS, was cut short back in March after just two concerts in Spain and Mexico. It was an album he’d spent five years working on: a guitar-led project that ruptured with the preppy pop anthems of One Direction, inspired instead by Tomlinson’s love for Britpop.

No doubt he was anxious to get it right following a decade “grown in test tubes”, as Harry Styles once described the band’s formation on the X Factor, where they came third before going on to make a reported $280,000 a day as the most successful band in the world. The pressure, too, was intense: all four bandmates had already released their own solo debuts.

Was he left reeling, I ask, unable to perform at such a crucial moment?

“The thing that I always enjoyed the most about One Direction was playing the shows, so my master plan, when I realised I was going to do a solo career, was always my first tour. It’s something I’ve been looking forward to for the best part of five years now. I got so close, I got a taste for it, and it’s affected me like everyone else, but I’m forever an optimist,” he says down the phone, with what I can only imagine to be a rather phlegmatic shrug.

Sure, I say, but the last year can’t have been easy. Didn’t he feel like his purpose had popped?

“You know what,” he says, reflecting, “maybe because I’ve had real dark moments in my life, they’ve given me scope for optimism. In the grand scheme of things, of what I’ve experienced, these everyday problems...they don’t seem so bad.”

Tomlinson is referring to losing his 43-year-old mother, a midwife, to leukemia in 2016, and his 18-year-old sister Felicite, a model, to an accidental drug overdose in 2018. The double tragedy is something he has been open about on his own terms, dedicating his single, Two of Us, from WALLS, to his mother Johannah, while often checking in with fans who have lost members of their own family.

It’s not unusual for Tomlinson to ask his 34.9 million followers if they’re doing alright, receiving hundreds of thousands of personal replies. It’s not something he will discuss in interviews, however, after he slammed BBC Breakfast for shamelessly probing his trauma in February this year. “Never going back there again,” he tweeted after coming off the show.

“Social media is a ruthless, toxic place, so I don’t like to spend much time there,” says Tomlinson, “but because of experiencing such light and shade all while I was famous, I have a very deep connection with my fans. They’ve always been there for me.”

In return, Tomlinson is good to them. Last month he even promised some new music, saying that he’d written four songs in four days. Does this mean that a second album is on the way?

“Yeah, definitely,” he says. “I’m very, very excited. I had basically penciled down a plan before corona took over our lives. And now it's kind of given me a little bit of time to really get into what I want to say and what I want things to sound like. Because, you know, I was really proud of my first record, but there were moments that I felt were truer to me than others. I think that there were some songs where I took slightly more risk and owned what I love, saying, ‘This is who I want to be’. So I want to take a leaf out of their book.”

Fans might think he’s referring to writing more heartfelt autobiographical content such as Two of Us, but in fact, he’s referring specifically to rock-inspired Kill My Mind, he says, the first song on WALLS. “There’s a certain energy in that song, in its delivery, in its attitude, that I want to recreate. People are struggling at the moment, so I want to create a raucous, exciting atmosphere in my live show, not a somber, thoughtful one.”

He sighs, trying to articulate something that’s clearly been playing on his mind for a while. “You know, because of my story, my album was a little heavy at times and a little somber. And as I'm sure you're aware, from talking to me, now, that isn't who I am.”

It must be draining, I say, the weight of expectation in both the media and across his fanbase, to be a spokesperson for grief and hardship. To have tragedy prelude everything he does and says.

“Honestly, it’s part of being from Doncaster as well, I don’t like people feeling sorry for me. That’s the last thing I want.”

Too many incredible memories to mention but not a day goes by that I don't think about how amazing it was. @NiallOfficial @Harry_Styles @LiamPayne @zaynmalik . So proud of you all individually.

The problem is, says Tomlinson, he doesn’t have the best imagination. “I have interesting things to say musically, but what’s challenging from a writing perspective is that I write from the heart, and I can’t really get into someone else’s story. And right now, being stuck at home, you have so little experience to draw from. It’s actually quite hard to write these positive, uplifting songs, because actually, the experiences that you're going through on a day to day basis, you know, you they don't have that same flavour.”

There is something that’s helping, though: a secret spot near Los Angeles, where he divides his time. “It’s remote and kind of weird, and I’m going to go there for three days and write. I don’t know why I’m so drawn to it. I found it via a YouTube video. It’s got some very interesting locals who live there, it’s sort of backwards when it comes to technology. It feels like you’re going back in time when you’re there. But I don’t want to give it away.”

Another source of inspiration for his second album is the Red Hot Chili Peppers’ back catalogue. “I grew up on their album Bytheway. And during lockdown I've been knee deep in their stuff. I’ve watched every documentary, every video. And I find their lead guitarist John Frusciante just fascinating.”

Has he spoken to Frusicante?

“I f______ wish,” snorts Tomlinson.

Surely someone as well-known as Tomlinson could easily get in touch?

“No, honestly, I think he’s too cool for that. He’s not into that kind of thing.”

Tomlinson’s passion for all things rock is also spurring on a side hustle he picked up as a judge on the X Factor in 2018: managing an all-female rock band via his own imprint on Simon Cowell’s Syco label. While the group disbanded before releasing their first single, and Tomlinson split from Syco earlier this year, the singer is keen to nurture some more talent.

“I'm not gonna lie, my process with my imprint through Syco, it became challenging and it became frustrating at times,” Tomlinson says a little wearily. “The kind of artists that I was interested in developing – because I genuinely feel through my experience in One Direction, you know, one of the biggest f______ bands, I feel like I've learned a lot about the industry – they weren’t ready-made. So I had lots of artists that I took through the door that were rough and ready, but major labels want to see something that works straight away. I found that a little bit demotivating. I love her and she's an incredible artist, but not everyone is a Taylor Swift.”

Tomlinson spends much of his free time scouting new talent either on YouTube, Reddit or BBC Introducing – he’s currently a huge fan of indie Brighton band, Fickle Friends. His dream is to manage an all-female band playing instruments. “Because there's no one in that space. And I know eventually if I don't do it, someone else will!”

Before he drives off to rehearsals, we chatter about how much he's been practising his guitar playing, and how he can't wait to take the whole team working at his favourite grassroots venue, The Dome in Doncaster, out ice-skating after he performs there on his rescheduled tour. “Because I've got skills,” he says, and I can hear his chest puff.

And then I ask the question every retired member of One Direction has been batting off ever since they broke up in 2015, after Zayn Malik quit. Rumours that his bandmates saw him as a Judas went wild after some eagle eyes fans noticed they’d unfollowed him on Instagram. Payne, Tomlinson, Horan and Styles have barely mentioned him since. Recently, however, they re-followed him, and Payne has teased that a One Direction reunion is on the cards.

So: might 2021 be the year of resurrection?

“I thought you were going to ask something juicier!” say Tomlinson witheringly. “Look, I f______ love One Direction. I'm sure we're going to come back together one day, and I'll be doing a couple of One Direction songs in my gig. I always do that, so that's not alluding to any reunion or anything. But, I mean, look, I'm sure one day we'll get back together, because, you know, we were f______ great.”

[the-firebird69]

This John remillard's guy needs to go he is threatening everybody all the time just in order to bother our son and get rid of his stuff, his own stuff. Ridiculous doesn't receive that's what that dumb a****** is doing I don't want to do it here at all it's it's moronic and it doesn't make any sense and I'm trying to remember what he wants to do that to his own people he should move away and stop blaming my son every 5 seconds I mean he's a freaking idiot I mean why I'm gone.

We hv copies of your AI like everybody else and new ones too I mean disable your program and we ruin your stuff and you know what happens with ease. Have a good ideas to have your computer's attack your people and robots that will be your end, then it happens all the time as tommy F is doing it

Thor Freya

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So far tonight it's probably 80% now we left off it was 75% of government employees were fired by the time he got home it was like 85% so that would definitely reach here wouldn't it? That says getting close that's a lot of workers I really just going to have had people all over the state and they're getting pissed and the people says we really have to talk guys in each state or area it is for county and it is working Macs say.. huge forces are getting up in Florida to try and come here in a way of 7 even happened here so wondering what the hell thier doing. This is an odd thing happening here and have someplace else it's actually an area that's very few minutes is a lot of more likes leaders almost as if we're protecting these people here from them and they're saying no but when they get here most often they go after their own kind as for stuff

I wrote this a while ago but publish it now

Thor Freya

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