#Song Doc festival

[blueeyeddarkknight]

A compilation of Val being a stinking cute diva on set 😻💅

Val being painted by David choe

(I wish it was like a French girl 😃)

The result 🎨 🤩

Sleeping beauty

Val's interesting habit of sleeping before a show to beat stage fright which annoyed his Juilliard teachers 🤭

Goofing around in the batsuit

getting interviewed by Kristen Bell during his makeup session 😂

playing with the kids on the set of a soldier's revenge 🥹

hanging out with the rossovich family and Bill Paxton (rip)

Val:I love you 🥺

Buck:I understand 🙂

Val:.... 😃 💔.. Thanks for trying, buck 🙂

Giving candy to the crew of red planet from an alien shaped box 🍭👽

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[johnslittlespoon]

i know it came out a few years too late for tough and sweet, but i'm currently thinking about john and gale fucking in gale's truck with sex on fire playing on the radio 👍🏻 some quiet country road, windows rolled down because it's too hot to deal with them fogging up, muggy summer air, clothes half–off, hands sliding on sweat–slick skin, etc

[valentinaonthemoon]

Speaking of boycotting Eurovision, after my latest reblog (linked), I need to express my thoughts, since this morning I've read the worst takes ever.

Some people saying "I just won't watch the Israeli entry" or "Actually boycotting doesn't work, just let us have this fun thing when the world is so awful right now" or "Boycotting from your sofa is just performative activism".

My gosh. Get educated.

The Palestinian Call for Boycott, Divestment and Sanctions (BDS) against Israel asked for a boycott of the whole contest. A quote from the linked article says:

Participating in Eurovision for Israel is “a dream, in particular this year, when it has even more meaning.” Since October 2023, Israel has murdered more than 30,000 Palestinians in Gaza, including at least 12,300 children, and injured a further 70,000. Understanding the contest’s propaganda value, particularly in the time of genocide, the Israeli president Isaac Herzog says, “it’s important for Israel to appear in Eurovision.”

So, "just watching anything but the Israeli entry" does not count as boycotting.

"The world is awful right now" because awful people try to make propaganda out of "this fun thing", participating in a grandiose festival while people are still being killed and attacked every day.

This is exactly the right moment to think about Palestinian people! (Or the Armenian people who were killed and displaced by Azerbaijan during the recent Nagorno-Karabakh conflict.)

I am tired too, but I live in a privileged nation, where nobody is trying to actively harm me. I have a choice to watch the fun and the glitter and listen to silly songs or I can try to think of someone else who is getting attacked on the daily.

Mind you, you can still find a way to boycott the contest and listen to the songs, if you can't LIVE without them. Just don't add views or interactions to official channels who make money out of it, and don't use the hashtags. Talk to your buddies in DM and don't make it trend! How is that complicated??

And if this is still too much of a "performative activism", here's something else less passive that you can do, without even standing up from your sofa:

This google doc has a list of Palestinian people who need donations right now:

Donate hygiene kits:

Donate eSims:

Daily clicks:

And now you can block me if my post on your Eurovision tag is clouding your fun.

Please do not be antisemitic or islamophobic in the notes of this post and be respectful.

[every-aj-needs-an-angel]

Okay this one's been stuck in my head all day but I have absolutely time to write it so please share this vision with me

Try as they might, Steve and Robin couldn't get tickets to Chrissy Cunningham's arena tour, but they could get tickets to a festival she was playing.

The last thing Steve ever wanted to do was go and stand in a muddy field for sixteen hours while they waited for the headline act. But he was pretty sure Robin was in love with her favourite musician, and he wasn't about to deny his best friend a chance at love.

So he helped her make personalised t-shirts because honestly all the other bands in the line-up kinda sounded like they sucked.

His read, "Only Here for Chrissy" on the front and "I'm Steve" on the back and Robin's read "Chrissy, Will You Be My Girlfriend?" on the front and "If Lost, Please Return To Steve" on the back.

And it turned out, as they stood against the barrier in a not so muddy field, on a lovely, warm, but overcast, May day, that even bands that sucked could be fun. Even if it was only because they spent their day with earplugs in, so their eardrums wouldn't combust, bitching about each artist's lack of ability to put notes or an outfit together.

During the lunchtime intermission, the pair made friends with the lesbian couple next to them, Kayla and Jess, who were also eagerly awaiting Chrissy's set and similarly liked to mock those who committed crimes against sound and fashion. Steve was glad to have met them, they were really nice, and he felt better about leaving her to use the bathroom or to fetch food, knowing Robin was in safe hands.

He also felt better about letting her wander off, not that it stopped him from stressing out when she and Kayla had been missing for over fifteen minutes. He spread himself out to keep their places against the railing with his back to the stage, watching the crowd intently. Jess wasn't quite as chatty once they were alone, but she seemed content enough, bobbing along to the band that'd appeared on the stage.

Steve didn't turn back around to face the stage until he spotted the girls heading back towards them, he gave them a wave and turned around to look at the guys who hadn't been attempting to destroy anyone's hearing and was met with the face of the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen. Pretty face, long curly hair tied up in a bun, muscle tee showing off his many tattoos, piercings and chains and glittery Docs; Steve felt himself owl blink and blush.

God's gift to mankind was kneeling centre stage, guitar in hand making the most beautiful sounds Steve had ever heard as his fingers flew over the strings, and it was only when the rest of the band kicked back in that the man looked up, winked directly at Steve, and then jumped back to his feet, spending the rest of the song bouncing around the stage.

Steve only realised his mouth was agape when Robin finally arrived next to him and elbowed him hard in the ribs, giving him the same look she did whenever he was embarrassing in the club. He watched the rest of the Corroded Coffin, according to the backdrop, set in awe. Screaming and clapping along when they wished everyone a great day, throwing picks and drumsticks into the crowd and taking a bow; patting each other on the back as they wandered offstage.

As soon as it was quiet again, Robin wanted to know what the hell was wrong with his face and honestly, he couldn't answer her. He didn't even believe in love, not for himself at least, and he certainly didn't believe in love at first sight. It didn't stop him from spending the next couple of hours watching the faces at the sides of the stage, hoping to catch a glimpse of his new favourite guitarist, though.

As soon as Chrissy hit the stage, Steve got lost, between filming the set and watching Robin trying not to hyperventilate when Chrissy spotted her t-shirt, pointed to her, and giving her a coy little wink, blew her a kiss.

"An old school friend is here with me tonight, and I'd like him to help me out with this next track. Especially for the beauty in the front row, this is Girlfriend!"

The crowd went wild as the beat kicked in, but Steve was still watching Robin because it looked like she'd stopped breathing altogether. That was until she gasped loudly and started smacking Steve in the way she always did whenever she got overly excited; pointing wildly at the stage, and it was only when he looked over he saw Corroded Coffins guitarist bouncing up and down next to Chrissy.

Instead of the black muscle vest and skinny jeans he'd been sporting earlier in the day, he had changed into pale blue board shorts and a baggy white t-shirt that read "Hey Steve!" written in black sharpie with a giant winking smiley face underneath that could only really be seen when he swung his guitar around his back to copy Chrissy's dance moves.

The song ended, and the friends hugged, Chrissy waving him off the stage and calling out, "Eddie Munson everybody!" letting the crowd go wild for her friend before launching into the rest of her set.

By the time Chrissy had actually left the stage, Robin looked exhausted, having screamed and sung and danced herself out. They hung around a bit, said goodbye to Kayla and Jess, wishing them a safe journey home, and they were just taking one last look at the now empty stage when he heard someone yell his name...

[littlexdeaths]

ten minus two with you - r.b.

modern robin buckley x queer reader

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: robin and reader are in their 20’s, allusions to smut, reader is a tease, oral sex, fingering, public sex, heavy petting, both reader and robin are tipsy & in love, getting caught, little nod to queer steve

a/n: this is absolutely inspired by the few times i’ve had steamy make out sessions in bathroom stalls oops. the title is a line from one of kehlani’s new songs called 8… go stream it now.

word count: 1.7k

also big thank you to both @strangerstilinski and @xxbimbobunnyxx for listening to me ramble and helping me so much. ily both so much!! now enjoy babes xx.

You’re a mess of limbs and colorful fabric as you both stumble into the bathroom of the bar. Your sweaty bodies are buzzing from the flow of alcohol in your veins and the feel of her lips against yours.

Your lipgloss is smudged, the glitter littering your cheeks has transferred to hers in your hurry to taste each other. The blonde eagerly leads you into the stall, caging your body against the door. Her fingers fumble to slide the lock into place before they are back on you.

“You really know how to keep a girl waiting, huh?” She all but grumbles, earning a small giggle from you as her lips trail down your jaw.

You hadn’t meant to tease her per se, but it was genuinely so easy with Robin.

All you had to do was bat your lashes in her general direction and she’s flustered. But the outfit you’d chosen to wear for the pride festivities really had her riled up. Even though you had spent the early afternoon getting ready together, she wasn’t expecting it.

The sounds of Pom Pom Squad filter through your shared apartment, all sorts of makeup products scattered across the floor of your bedroom. You both sat amongst the chaos, giggling in excitement as you passed a cheap bottle of wine back and forth.

While Robin wasn’t too keen on wearing makeup most days, she happily let you paint her lids in varying shades of pink and orange. The wine had you both feeling fuzzy, stealing chaste kisses as Robin helped apply a sticky rainbow glitter to your cheeks.

Her brows were scrunched in concentration, her tongue just barely poking out from between her teeth as she worked.

“So serious, Robs.” you giggle.

She just grins, shaking her head fondly as she wipes the remaining glitter on a makeup wipe.

“I take my job as resident glitter artist very seriously,” she teases, pressing a small kiss to your nose.

When her phone starts to ring in the other room she is quick to go get it, knowing it would likely be Steve. Which left you to finish putting your outfit together as she reiterated to him what the plans were for the day. Robin had everything planned out, your group would meet to watch the pride parade in downtown Indy.

Then you would end the evening with a little pub crawl of her own design. She’s had this planned for weeks now, determined to make your first pride as an official couple a memorable one. But the one thing your girlfriend wasn’t prepared for was the way she’d react to seeing your outfit in its full glory.

So when you stepped into the living room wearing a cropped, bright pink shirt with the words ‘The Pussy Diet’ etched across the front her jaw dropped. You paired it with a pair of high waisted cutoff shorts that hugged your curves just right, fishnets and your trusted Doc Martens— you were everything she’s ever wanted.

“I think you’ve got some drool there, baby,” you smirk, stepping between her open legs as you swipe your thumb over the corner of her mouth.

Robin responds by guiding your thumb past her lips, tongue swirling around it. With a soft groan her fingers dig into the meat of your hips as she maneuvers you onto her lap. Her lips find yours in a clash of tongues and teeth, causing a soft mewl to rise in your throat.

If it wasn’t for Steve’s insistent banging on your apartment door, your girlfriend would’ve had you sprawled out on the sofa until your legs were shaking. But your friends were waiting on you, so she reluctantly let you tug her along without any further protest.

However your accidental teasing only continued to escalate the more the day went on.

During the parade you had coaxed her onto your lap, in the rush to leave your apartment you had forgotten to bring an extra lawn chair. Your hands unconsciously wandered beneath the hem of her button down shirt, fingertips splaying across her soft skin.

Under normal circumstances she would find this kind of touch comforting, but instead it had her fighting the urge to slide your hand just a little lower…

“— You okay, Robbie?”

Your soft voice snaps her out of her trance, her cheeks flushing as a nervous laugh leaves her lips.

“Oh, yeah!” She rasps, trying her best to play off the obvious hitch in her tone. “Never better.”

As she continues to watch the parade, you find yourself studying her. Her cheeks were flushed a lovely shade of pink, her leg bouncing in between your own. Robin could easily blame the scorching summer heat for the reason behind her blush, but you knew better.

It was obvious by the way her breath hitched whenever your fingertips grazed her skin, and she carefully pressed her thighs together. She wants you, and she wants you badly. So you really can’t help yourself from wanting to tease her even more.

And you do, but subtly enough that your friends wouldn’t take notice. You’d slip your hand into the back pocket of her jeans as you walked between bars. Squeezing her ass as you pull her in for a needy kiss when no one was paying attention.

You even gave her a little show when you did a sultry rendition of Crimson & Clover at a karaoke bar you stopped at. You watched in absolute delight at the way her bright eyes never left you, even as Steve so desperately tried to get her attention.

So much for being his wing-woman tonight.

But the worst was when you were on the dance floor, losing yourself in the music. She opted to watch for a while, eyes darkening with each sway of your hips. But with Steve now preoccupied by a gorgeous drag queen, Robin had no choice when you coaxed her over with your index finger.

Her feet carry her across the sticky dance floor, her body all but melting into yours. Your eyes sparkle with mischief as you wrap your arms around her waist, tugging her closer so your breasts are flush against her own. But when your lips brush against her ear, and you start grinding on her thigh is the moment she loses what little self control she has left.

Robin takes your hand and urgently tugs you through a sea of rainbow lights and glitter, your heartbeat rivals the pounding bass as you enter the bathroom.

But once she has you pinned to that metal door, it’s game over.

The feeling of her lips trailing over your sweaty skin is utterly intoxicating and when her fingers dip past the hem of your shorts you’re putty in her nimble hands. Those same fingers glide through the mess between your thighs, coaxing not one, but two orgasms from you in record time.

So in your mind, she’s definitely earned this.

“That’s— ah,” she pants, her hips rutting up against your mouth as you continue to lap at her puffy clit. “That’s so good, honey. Fuck, you’re so good.”

Robin can almost feel the way your lips lift up in a grin as a mixture of your own saliva and her juices drip down your chin like liquid honey. You pin her hips to the cool metal of the stall wall in an effort to stop her from squirming more.

The feeling of the grimy tile beneath your knees does nothing to deter you, if anything it encourages you more. Just knowing that anyone could walk through that door at any given minute makes all this that much more exciting.

“Hm,” you hum, against her. “You like it when I do this?”

You flatten your tongue, rubbing firm circles over her swollen bud as you slip another finger inside her. Robin keens at the feeling, her fingers gripping onto the edge of the stall to steady herself while her other hand cups the nape of your neck to hold you in place.

“God, yes,” she babbles, her cerulean hues taking on a glassy quality. “I’m so close, baby.”

Her leg that was hooked over your shoulder starts to tremble when you apply more pressure to her clit. Your fingers increase their pace, curving them to rub up against her sweet spot just right. Robin is a beautiful, panting mess above you and that sight alone is enough to have you moaning against her pussy.

Neither of you register the bathroom door opening or the click of heels walking past your stall over the heavy bass from inside the bar and the soft whimpers your girlfriend was letting out. But when the sink turns on both of you freeze, silently praying that the person on the other side didn’t notice you.

A moment passes in silence, and you think you’re in the clear. Just as you’re about to continue circling your tongue over her clit, a melodic voice stops you.

“You know… if you’re really looking for some privacy,” they pause, shutting the water off. “There’s a lot less traffic behind the bar, dolls.”

You curse softly, a resounding chuckle leaves them as you fumble to help Robin put her jeans back on. Her face is deeply flushed from the embarrassment of being caught in this position and the buildup of her now stalled orgasm.

You finally dared a glance through the crack in the chipped metal frame and you’re faced with one of the many queens you’d seen perform earlier in the night. She meets your eyes in the mirror before giving you a playful wink as she fluffs her large blonde wig and turns on her heel back towards the door.

“Now, don’t do something I wouldn't!” She pauses before her laughter echoes through the bathroom again, “Or do, live a little. Happy Pride, lovelies.”

She calls over her shoulder, the sounds from the bar spill back into the bathroom before you’re both met with subdued silence. You lean back against the stall wall opposite of Robin, both of you suddenly bursting into a fit of giggles at what just transpired.

“I can’t believe Miss Anna Conda herself, just caught us like this,” you snort.

Robin just gazes at you, hooking her fingers into the loops of your shorts to pull you in closer. She’s practically glowing as she nudges her nose against yours with a playful grin.

“Take me home?” she asks, though her question is slightly muffled when your lips find hers again.

“Always.”

tagging some lovelies: @edsbug @eddiesxangel @splendiferous-bitch @undead-supernova @paybacksawitch @nailbatanddungeon @lokis-army-77 @babygorewhore @voyeurmunson @bimbobaggins69

[elioslover]

Green-Eyed Monster- Harry Styles x Reader (kiss prompt).

[Premise: Harry has been pining over his best friend's older sister for as long as he can recall. Here's some angst when the band goes on hiatus].

Prompts: "You're jealous, just admit it, you want to be the one kissing me." // “If you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask.” 

Word count: 2.6k.

More Grapejuice / Other Writing

🍷 the guest 🍷

There is no reason for you to feel as bent out of shape as you are in this very moment, zoned out of a conversation with an old friend because standing behind her is the man himself- leaning against the balcony with a collection of adoring guests gathering near, Harry Styles. 

Harry Styles; whose boyband had just announced a hiatus. Harry Styles; is properly back in his hometown for the first time in half a decade. Acting- as you deem- far too nonchalant for someone as global as he seemed to be. He had simply slipped back into his old groove as if no time had passed at all. 

But all you can think about is how much time has passed. Harry seems almost unrecognizable- hair and tattoos only increasing in length and number. It’s only when his face takes intervals to crinkle with glee- smile cheesing, eyes squinting with joy- that you see the Harry you’ve known so long it feels as if life never existed before him. 

Even as his life is about to change completely- a whole new chapter challenging his past and now his future- Harry seems to have little reservation about embracing happiness. Perhaps his nonchalance is the reason your observation stirs into frustration and confusion, causing a sort of panic you were sure to have never felt prior. Who is Harry Styles now? 

Then again, your sudden distaste may also be attributed to the adoring attention he has been receiving all night- particularly that of the beautiful people who were visibly blessed with the chance to praise and pet him… And they were indulgently taking advantage of the opportunity. 

Harry, by the looks of it was eagerly lapping it up, happily reciprocating touches and even looking at some of them with a gaze you had once noticed when it was dedicated to yours truly. 

He definitely isn't a teenager anymore, and it dawns on you how impactful and influential his introduction to stardom had been. 

Where were these thoughts even coming from? Your mind never wavered to the thought of Harry unless a One Direction song came on in public or Jack dropped him in conversation. 

All the questions you had never pondered were causing your brain to swell, your body stuck in a frozen frenzy of how much has changed- for all of you- starting with the obscene and sudden assessment of his features- had you ever considered him as anything other than just… Harry? Has he always been so pretty? 

All of those thoughts shatter as you raise your glass for a sip and across the room, Harry’s arm wraps around an unknown auburn-headed woman’s waist- which, at the least, makes your stomach clench and at the most, has you tilting your head back to empty the glass in one desperate swallow. 

Without consideration, you hastily dismiss the person still animatedly engaging in a one-sided conversation and turn your back on the oddly upsetting scene happening against the balcony railings. 

Ignoring the high possibility of tripping, agitation carries you to the kitchen- abandoned and almost silent in contrast to the party vibing merely meters away- and you immediately get ahold of the nearest bottle of chilled champagne, filling your flute to the brim and have a hearty sip before finally settling, taking a deep breath, trying to untangle your thoughts- hopefully rid yourself of them for good. 

A couple minutes- what sounds like the length of a song- pass before you feel grounded and sane enough to rejoin the festivities. So, with a deep breath and a final sip for good luck, your faithful docs exit the kitchen and trail into the chatty confinements of the living room.

Lo and behold, Harry Styles is everywhere you go, practically blocking your path with his body pressing up against Auburn from outside, and he looks mere moments away from engaging her in a kiss. 

That silly sickly feeling threatens to return if you stay a moment longer, so your stare meets the floor and your feet pick up their pace, heading directly for the barricade that is Harry. 

His eyes bore into your own with a fervour that you will never forget and for a moment he has you pondering how such a magnificent emerald forest, framed by the wispiest of lashes, could have gone unnoticed for so long- how had you granted his adoring gaze such little attention? 

🍷 the host 🍷

Harry is in two minds about this evening- he can’t help but indulge in the praises and doting that showers him from each and every direction, his pulse is racing with ecstatic at the relief of finally being home again. 

His fears of everything changing have long passed, leaving his worries at the door as he is embraced with excited and excessive welcomes from anyone and everyone who looks his way. 

With his oldest and best friend, Jack, by his side once more, Harry feels no different than he did at that farewell party at least five years prior, enthusiastically greeting familiar faces, accepting each praise with a gracious humbleness. 

But Harry can’t tell if humble is even an accurate definition anymore and it isn't long before he feels his social battery starting to stutter and it’s clearly time for a drink. 

By the end of drink number two, his body is as relaxed as his mind, and Harry is now encouraging the constant vying for his attention- his supposed importance- especially when it includes an array of beautiful people stroking his extremely inflated ego. 

Leaning against the balcony railing, Harry cradles a whisky in one hand and the waist of a dazzling woman in his other. He hasn't actually been listening to a word said around him, nodding every so often as the small group around him eagerly bantered on. 

He’s just happy to be here and doesn't think it could get any better until he spots the only thing on earth that could permanently put him on cloud nine- his greatest dream all wrapped up in the gorgeous physical being that is yours truly- and suddenly Harry feels as if all of the happiness he currently feels is merely an appetizer to the type of joy he could be feeling if he were only across the room staring into your eyes. 

Oddly enough, your eyes are already set on him, suspiciously staring him down with an unreadable gaze that fills his stomach with an odd sense of unease. You look older- the same, but older- and something about that freaks Harry out and reminds him of his own age, how different things actually are now, even if it doesn't feel that way. 

And as if he were seeing you for the very first time, Harry cannot stop staring with bewildered admiration- his eyes darting from your trusty Docs to the extremely fashionable clothing you donned, sternly studying the dips and curves of your body before settling back on your grumpy, but heinously beautiful face. 

He felt it unreasonable- borderline evil- how much better you seemed to get with each interaction, how the hell was he to garner your attention now when he was already hardly capable of doing so for the last decade?

After you disappear into the sanctuary of the kitchen, Harry is too antsy to keep it together any longer and he finds his legs blindly following after you. 

He’s hardly in the hallway by the time his female company comes from outside- he didn’t bother learning her name. Her auburn hair was identification enough- and she caught up and captured his bicep between her cold hand. 

She ascends to her tippy toes, puckered lips finding their place just below Harry’s earlobe, her breath fanning over his sharp jawline as she seductively slips sensual suggestions his way, her free hand trailing up along his torso, fingernails tapping his chest. 

For a good moment, Harry truly does start to forget what he had gone on the hunt for, easily distracted by the shower of affection drizzling all along his body by the unknown woman. 

But, with a sudden shock, the kitchen door violently swings open to reveal your rigid figure, eyes furrowed and lips trapped fearfully between your gritted teeth.  

You are the spitting image of a deer in headlights, staring up at Harry with a look that has him stopping in his tracks, realizing that fate has struck again and he has his elusive person right where he wants you. 

Except, his plan to finally confront you had not included a third party and Harry could feel his face swelling with red blotches of blushy embarrassment. 

For a reason he can’t pinpoint, shame creeps its way into the pit of his stomach, fists clenched as his body turns to brick, and Auburn, still semi-latched on, is becoming so suffocating he feels like a lobster about to boil inside out. 

Rudely, and far too obviously, Harry disarms himself, shrugging his body from beneath Auburn’s grip and muttering some dismissive promise of meeting up with her later on- praying that his words are muffled enough that you don’t hear them. 

You aren't stupid though, and by the height your brow manages to raise in suspicion, Harry confirms that his words did not go unnoticed. 

His dismissal of Auburn seems fine by her as she smiles hopefully, giving him a swift kiss on his cheek before slipping past Harry and disappearing back into the party. 

Unfortunately, he isn’t surprised as you attempt to pretend this interaction was even occurring by disconnecting your shared stares, glancing your focus to the living room, and planning an escape route. But there is no choice other than to pass Harry and there is zero chance he will let you get away with it. 

Harry steps and then tilts his body closer, hoping to encourage you to do the same, but you stay put and only glare up at him expectantly and impatiently. He ignores your frigidity as if it were just a farce- it is- instead his smile turns to a full-on grin, reaching his eyes and crinkling cutely at the corners, and it spreads along his features with a fondness so fierce that you find yourself working overtime to avoid your face from breaking out into the same smile. 

“Avoiding me, hm?” He muses with a precious pout, “Y’know that hurts my feelings, klutz.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is. You do it every single time.”

Arms folding across your chest, face frowning with the preparation of upping your defensiveness in the name of dismissing Harry- just like old times,

“I see you enjoy lying for fun now.” 

Harry nearly scoffs but it projects as a sly smirk and points it at your painful scowl, 

“Y’do. Dipping in and out of patios… kitchens… Yet you always meet me in the hallway.” 

The stomach-knotting realisation that this is factual- how many times had this happened before? How many times would it happen again? Have it your way, and this will be the last time,

“Meeting and cornering are not the same thing.” 

“Stop tryna be smart.” Harry slightly, but softly snaps as his lips smack together.

“You’re ruder than I remember.” 

All snippiness leaves as soon as it comes, Harry sinks back into a swell of adoring amusement, 

“You rate?” 

“Ignoring your guests is a party fowl.” Definite diversion on your part. 

“Avoiding the host is a party fowl.” He counters. 

Weakly attempting to walk past him, only renders your back pressed up against the red abstract wallpaper. He remains put- which, to you, is rather unnerving- and upset is racing along your prickling skin, 

“I told you, I’m not avoiding you.” 

“Why don’t I believe you?” He edges closer with curiosity. 

“Just because you’re used to people throwing themselves at you doesn't mean I'm avoidant." You spit and suddenly, he’s so close. 

“They don’t all do that.” 

“Sure, Harry.” 

Have you two ever been this near before? Most certainly, but you could always chalk that up to intoxicated confusion- at least on your end had it ever felt this… intense? Is there any worldly justification for the suspicious stirring of curiosity now that he has so calmly and tenderly crossed the threshold of your personal space. 

Harry knows he has never felt as satisfied as he does whenever your bodies threaten to blend into one, but for perhaps the first time, he thinks you may consider this palpitating chemistry as something more than a silly game. 

But, he does so fondly enjoy the game, and if he pushes even a moment longer, Harry knows your patience will wither and guide you away from him for good. He uses a tried and true tactic,

“I like your hair.” He does. 

“Yours is like longer than mine.” It is.

“D’you like it?” Harry is deep within your space. 

“It’s alright.” You shrug, lying through your damn teeth. And you could leave it at that, but the bitterness has clearly taken over, “I’m sure the groupies are creaming, though.”

Hell, Harry has missed the pleasure of being in your preference, how electric and alive his body expels excitement and the anticipatory flames you will surely attack him with. He loves it- hates how much he does, can’t help but prod and provoke, 

“I can tell you’re agitated.” 

“Does that make you feel special?” 

“Can’t put my finger on why…” He ponders- Harry’s missing context, the type you are unwilling to confess- the only evidence he has is your pointed stare flickering with fury- wait, envy? “Oh.” 

“Oh, what?” 

“Oh, you’re jealous.” 

Your throat chokes on your stomach as you croak out a spluttered, “What?” as Harry’s chest brushes your shoulder blade and his spearmint-scented breath fans across your neck, 

 “I think you heard me just fine.” 

“You are delusional.” 

Is he, though? Has jealousy been the reason for your distaste and discomfort this evening? Are you as delusional as you believe Harry to be? He seriously thinks so, skin tickling your own,  

“Maybe… Still think I’m right.” 

“Fuck off, Harry.” 

He won’t though. Hand coming up to play with a strand of your hair, twirling it around his finger as his righteous gaze bores into your own- frozen and wide with bewilderment- and finally, his lips threaten to brush the back of your ear, 

 "You're jealous. Just admit it. You want to be the one kissing me."

“No-” 

“Never looked at me like this before..”

You know, and you hate that he kdoes too. You should leave. Now. But with a compulsion too fierce to fight off, a culmination of fascination that ignores your conviction of moving away,

“I don’t-”

“If you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask.” 

Harry says it so matter-of-factly that it shocks your body, and brain, into returning to reality and those succulent tingles swirling in your stomach twist sourly, threatening to suffocate you inside out. 

With disappointment that is mostly directed at yourself, your sudden enamourment switches to the act of pressing your palm to Harry’s sternum and pushing sternly until he stumbles back in surprise. You cannot risk leaving without gifting him a cruel and crushing tongue-lashing, 

“You’re a frat boy in the body of a former pop star. I would never want to kiss someone like you.” 

You slip past him with zero resistance, no consideration for confirming his reaction as your back turns to Harry. 

Well, Harry thinks he’s glad you grant him some privacy because the guttural disappointment melting his face into a frown is shameful enough.

He doesn’t understand the sudden stinging of his tear ducts, the shrill ringing in his ears. Suddenly, Harry doesn’t quite feel like celebrating his return. 

Head bows as he carries his hurt and frustration to the confinements of the kitchen. It’s about time to spiral. 

🍷

You can send me a couple numbers and a trope/dynamic to write about! (18, 26, 31, 32, 35,) em. Xo 💞

[myobsessionsspace]

Buckle up, this is a long one!

Hi Anon! 😊👋

I cut off the link because, that is not what I’m about. I’m a positive person, I don’t like conflict or ‘coming at people’ none of that. I don’t believe in putting anyone against anyone else on this app. Everyone can do or say what they want on their blog and if someone doesn’t like it, they don’t have to follow them. Everyone is entitled to their opinion and everyone else is entitled to follow or block. I definitely don’t believe in pitting jikookers against each other at all.

I’m a chatter box with a lot in my head and don’t know when to stop a lot of the time, so sorry in advance!

With that out of the way...

I'm someone who believes in Jikook. You know this if you look at my posts, I believe you know this to bring a Jikook related ask.

I believe they have a long term exclusive relationship and that they are still together to this day. In believing that I must believe that they are queer, be them gay, bi, pan or anything under the umbrella that has them sexually and romantically attracted to each other and not concerned with their biological assignment and gender presentation.

Because I believe this, I therefore can see the issues behind a couple who for all intents and purposes are both men in a country that vilifies homosexuals.

YouTubers who take to the streets and speak to everyday people in Korea about their experiences being gay in Korea as natives and also foreigners.

I think I’ll do a post one day on some, but feel free to dm me if you want some links before then.

l also have some links of short docs done on homosexuality in Korea and conservatism.

I can also direct you to some articles on the laws that have been upheld just recently to uphold discrimination against gay people in Korea.

“In the comments every US army saying they nor locals care about artist's sexuality and queer concept they put out.”

I’m English, so I guess I’m part of that ‘West.’

I’m not gonna lie to you, no shade to anyone that believes otherwise, but I have personally only seen that when a celeb is known to be openly queer, not just alluding to it, but out and proud, the media bring it up EVERYTIME they mention anything to do with the artist.

The artist can do a food drive and the media will find a way to mention about when they came out, even though it has nothing to do with the music. It’s like when an artist dates someone famous, the media STILL find a way to bring their past relationships into things that have nothing to do with it. It may or may not make an impact on an artists fandom buying their albums, singles etc but it can unfortunately affect their growth with the general public.

Artists don’t just make music in a vacuum, they have brand deals, shows they go on, festivals, collaborations etc. though you may think in this day and age, being queer shouldn’t make a difference, unfortunately it does. Some brands may not want to associate themselves with an out and proud artist, some producers may not want to work with them, some festivals may not think they match the vibe and don’t want a crowd of queer fans turning up, even in the West.

“Make sense as there are multiple queer artists who are so successful in west. Whole world was singing 'unholy' by a non binary person lol.”

Who are these multiple out and proud queer artists? I’m not trying to be obtuse, I don’t know all the artists right now. I know like Troye Sivan, Lil’ Nas X, Demi Lovato, Sam Smith whose song you mentioned. Please forgive me if there are loads more big western out queer artists I’m missing, I’m just thinking about young big pop artists.

Lil’ Nas X is an amazingly strong person, he deals with a lot but he has such a strength of character, he gives as good as he gets and he gets A LOT! So make no mistake he faces a lot of challenges and fights for where he is and to be unapologetically him.

Demi I can’t say much on because I haven’t taken the time to understand where they are in their journey and their musical career now, but they also came out with a non-heterosexual label for themselves well into their established career.

Jungkook is not Sam Smith. He is not a white man from England who gained success FIRST before coming out as non-binary SEVERAL albums and accolades into their career. Jungkook is not an artist under the same circles as western artists who can rely on the same connections that western artists do.

Big western out queer artists who after coming out of the closet, do not live in a country that still has outdated practices such as mandatory military service, such as terrible women's rights to the point that women feel the only way to take back any control is to abstain from relationships, marriage and children.

This is the country Jungkook is from, the country of his family, friends and loved ones. Though he may make statements that jikookers can see for what they are, that those closely tapped into bangtan and all the fandom intricacies may know about. That’s not on the same scale as a GLOBAL solo debut. The spotlight being solely on him and NOT spread amongst 7 members. That will carve out how the general public, not just ARMY, see him from solo debut and always.

I funnily enough just did a post on Jungkook himself talking about wanting to do music about imaginary scenarios and stories. He said this in 2021. It's my inference (as you want my opinion) that these songs for his solo is that. Is it a reach then to say the music videos do not reflect him?

Also none of these artists are from a group. They are responsible for their career and their career only. They aren’t going to go back to their group work and have deals that don’t just affect them but 6 other people. They don’t live in a country where freedom of speech means something completely different.

“If it's catchy enough not even conservative country fans gives af about artist sexuality or gender imo.”

Your opinion. I don’t believe this to be the case.

Yes one or two catchy songs may get them fame if they’re out from the very beginning, but if they fail to sustain that momentum for any reason they quickly become ‘niche’ confined and limited to their own fandom, not given the platforms again to make a bigger and wider impact, falling to obscurity and only those that were with them from the beginning keep up with their newer projects past those one or two catchy songs.

Unless you come from a conservative country you can’t say with full confidence. Real conservative countries, like Korea have no problem with celebrities calling homosexuality a mental illness and calling queer people depraved, deviants etc. many Korean celebrities have said as much and more to the press and public with no consequence to their fame or career, the same cannot be said for if a western celebrity said as much.

“So how this narrative of JK chose het image to enter western market make sense ? He could get exactly the same results by staying to his authentic self isn't it ? Isn't it just a narrative made by shippers to convince themselves that he's still queer even if he's doing het songs to keep their ship floating? ( I really don't have a problem if he was queer but any excuses given doesn't make sense regarding his choices. Atp the only sensible explanation I can think of is that he's het, it's his choice to portray himself in this concept, it's him choosing to sing about het sex back to back, he agreed to having female lead actress in all his chapter 2 mvs. He kinda confirmed it by saying it wants to show different sides of HIMSELF. So maybe that's what it is.. simple 🤷‍♀️”

Sensible *to you.* with the information and opinions that *you* have.

Again I believe Jikook are together so of course that's my train of thought and with the information that I have what is sensible to *me* is not the same as you.

However to be completely 100. It doesn't matter what I think.

My thoughts do not change who Jungkook dates nor does it change his sexuality.

If you believe him to be heterosexual ok.

If I believe him to be queer ok.

He'll still be with who he wants to be with, he'll still identify as what he wants to identify as.

If I interpret his music videos to not be a reflection of him and you do interpret his music videos to be a reflection of him, ok.

What difference does it make?

I can see Jikook as real and believe there to be deep meaning behind their years and years of words and actions. I can also see his music videos as 4 minute fictional films with actresses and musical background that once the filming ends, so does his dealings with them.

That is also simple

💜

[sweethoneyrose83]

Punk Rock Ask Game:

Who’s your all-time favorite punk band?

What’s the first punk album you ever listened to?

Which punk song gets you hyped every time?

Do you prefer old-school punk or newer punk bands?

Which punk festival would you love to attend (or have attended)?

DIY or mainstream punk? Why?

What’s the most rebellious thing you’ve done inspired by punk?

What's your favorite album cover from a punk record?

Who’s your favorite punk frontman/frontwoman?

Leather jacket or denim vest – what’s your style?

Which punk city do you want to visit (e.g., NYC, London, L.A.)?

Mohawk, shaved head, or spikes – what’s your ideal punk hairstyle?

Which lesser-known punk band do you think deserves more attention?

What’s the best live punk performance you’ve ever seen?

Which song makes you want to start a mosh pit?

Are you more into political punk or fun, carefree punk?

Favorite punk anthem of the ‘80s?

Have you ever been to a punk house show? What was it like?

Which punk song defines your mood today?

Vinyl, CD, or streaming – how do you listen to your punk?

Favorite punk band t-shirt you own (or want to own)?

Which punk sub-genre do you enjoy the most (e.g., hardcore, post-punk, skate punk)?

What’s your favorite punk lyric, and why does it resonate with you?

Who is the most underrated punk band in your opinion?

What’s the most punk thing you’ve ever worn?

If you started a punk band, what would you name it?

What's the most iconic punk music video in your opinion?

Do you have any punk rock tattoos (or plan to get any)?

What’s your go-to outfit for a punk show?

What’s the best punk compilation album?

How did punk rock influence your worldview?

What’s your favorite zine or punk magazine?

Which punk album changed the genre, in your opinion?

Who do you think is the greatest punk bassist?

Do you have a favorite punk movie or documentary?

Would you rather go to a huge punk festival or an intimate club gig?

Is there a punk song you think perfectly describes your life right now?

How do you feel about pop-punk bands?

What’s your go-to footwear for a punk show: Doc Martens, Converse, or boots?

Which punk band’s breakup hit you the hardest?

[arumidden]

Marty’s Music

Since @mjf-af asked what music Marty listens to a while back, and today’s prompt is “On The Radio,” I thought I would share the list I had made of all the music Marty canonically likes.

First of all, Huey Lewis and the News, obviously. The Pinheads audition with a hard rock version of The Power of Love, and Marty has a poster of the Sports album in his room.

Also in Marty’s room is a poster for the Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers album along After Dark (this one may be cheating since it’s only seen in a deleted scene but I’m including it anyway)

At Twin Pines Mall, Marty asks Doc if he’s wearing a Devo suit. It’s hard to hear and Doc somewhat talks over Marty (“Nevermind that now, never mind that now”), but it’s written in the novelization as well.

Next is all the guitarists Marty mimics during his Johnny B Goode solo. Chuck Berry’s duckwalk

The windmill by Pete Townshend from The Who

The “tapping” technique by Eddie Van Halen of Van Halen

Jimi Hendrix’s playing behind the head

and the on-the-floor moves of Angus Young from AC/DC.

Marty must really love Van Halen, since he also has the cassette of Eddie Van Halen (which makes me wonder just how many cassettes Marty carried on him at all times, since it’s not like he had the ability to go forward in time to grab any others)

In the third movie, when Marty moonwalks after Mad Dog tells him to dance, you can hear Marty quietly muttering the lyrics to Billie Jean by Michael Jackson

Marty and Doc specifically mention that they like the band playing at the Clocktower festival, which is just ZZ Top playing a country version of Doubleback

Finally, beyond the movies! There’s a line in the musical when Marty advises George to “swagger like McJagger of the Stones.”

In the game, when examining all the contraband of Citizen Valley, Marty mentions Rolling Stones, the Beatles, and Phil Collins as bands he likes.

Finally, in the comics, it’s revealed that Marty’s band, the Pinheads, are named after the Ramones song “Pinhead.”

… and I believe that’s it. We actually know a ton of the music Marty likes. I gotta say, he’s got great taste!

[cobrakaisb]

party for two

summary: johnny writes and releases a song about you or a look back on your relationship with johnny so far

word count: 1.7k

“so i don’t know if you guys know, but i recently started seeing someone new,” he pauses while the crowd stops and cheers, hundreds of girls screaming for him. 

“she’s so amazing and i actually wrote this next song about her, so is it okay if i sing it?” he asks, fiddling with his earpiece as the crowd continues to scream in agreement.

“this is party for two,” he announces, jumping right into the song as the music picks up.

///

they were all sitting around the table, the sun slowly sinking beyond the horizons. the small group was a mix of hockey players, close friends, siblings, and a musician. everybody had a drink in their hands, even her, although she was keeping it close to her side, out of her brothers’ sight. someone connected their phone to the jbl speaker, blasting random rap music. she’s barely paying attention to the people around, instead staring out at the lake and sunset. 

“are you drinking?” somebody asks, sitting down next to her. she flinches slightly, putting the seltzer in a less visible spot. “maybe,” she whispers, looking to meet the green eyes of the singer. johnny orlando was the bane of her existence. she’s had a crush on him since basically forever, but he was older than her and completely uninterested. besides, he was friends with her brothers, and that just complicates the matter even more. 

johnny laughs at her, “relax. i’m not gonna say anything.” she nods, smiling softly at the boy as she relaxes back into the couch. he does too, his arm casually draping across the back, his fingers drawing circles on her exposed shoulder. they slip into mindless chatter; he’s asking her about school while she asks about his music and career. 

“well, i’m going to london in a couple of weeks to perform at a music festival,” he says. “that’s so amazing, john. i’m so proud of you,” she says, genuinely happy for him. if she couldn’t have him, the least she could do was support him. he blushes at her words, his cheeks taking on a rosy color. he shrugs, feigning nonchalance, “it’s whatever.” she takes the moment, him sipping his corona, to admire how handsome he is with his backwards hat and black tank top. 

“aren’t you cold?” she wonders aloud, fingers dancing along his bicep. she watches as goosebumps arise on his skin. “why don’t you come warm me up sweetheart?” he teases, gesturing for her to come closer to him. she feels her cheeks flush, but agrees, moving in his side. her head rests on his shoulder, her back angled so that it’s flush against his side. now his arm is fully wrapped around her, as she cradles the seltzer between her hands, pulling her knees up to her chest. they continue to sit in silence, just absorbing each other's presence. 

it feels too good to be true; it is too good to be true. “johnny! come sit with us bro! we’re gonna set up a bonfire,” luca shouts, waving the singer over. she takes that as her cue to leave, getting up from the couch and his embrace. she takes the final sip of her drink before saying, “you should go. i’ll see you tomorrow.” he nods, a sad look in his eyes as he watches her walk away, back into the house. 

///

it’s they’re last night. tomorrow the hockey boys and college friends go back to their respective hometowns, and johnny, he’ll be getting on a plane to london. she realizes then, as she’s sitting on the doc, feet dangling over the edge, that she doesn’t want him to leave. they’ve gotten so close over these past few weeks; spending countless minutes together. she’d be doing herself an injustice if she didn’t tell him how she feels. but the thought is scary; there’s rejection and disgust lingering in the back of her mind, plus the blatant disapproval from her brothers. 

“penny for your thoughts?” the voice says from behind her, the one belonging to the boy she’s trying so hard to forget. she stands up, turning to face him. her hands are slightly shaking, and she begins to fiddle with the strings of her hoodie, the one with her high school logo on it. she tries to meet his eyes, but the second they connect, she’s breaking the contact. 

“i need to tell you something,” she whispers, eyes still looking off in the distance. 

his face falls. his whole demeanor seems to come crumbling down. “what’s wrong?” he asks. she takes a deep breath, fingers twirling around and around the gray strings. “i have a crush on you, john. i have for the longest time, and i know you’re older, but i’m eighteen now, so there’s really no reason why we can’t be together,” she rambles. “unless of course, you don’t want to be with me,” she finishes, finally looking at him. 

there’s a moment of silence before he answers, and in that moment, she can’t help but feel foolish. “it’s not your age that’s stopping me sweetheart, it’s your brothers,” he explains softly.  

that answer isn’t the one she’s expecting; it’s not a yes, but it’s not a rejection either. “they don’t have to know. at least, not until we’re serious,” she replies, rushing to get the words out and prevent him from leaving her. “it could be our little secret,” she whispers, looking up at him through her lashes.

she’s practically begging for him to agree, and even though they aren’t together, he knows he can’t deny her anything. “is this really what you want?” he asks, gesturing between the two of them. the last thing he wants to do is force her into something she’s not entirely sure about, especially a secret relationship. “i’ve always wanted you, john,” she replies earnestly. he smiles at her answer, hands reaching out to grip on her waist. he pulls her forward, and her hands rest on his chest. he leans down so their foreheads are touching, “okay then. let’s give us a try.” she smiles, one that takes over her entire face, as her arms wrap around his neck, fingers playing with the strands of his hair. “that’s all i want.” 

///

“where are you going?” luca asked, eyeing her outfit up and down, disapproval clear in his gaze. “out,” she answered, fixing the straps of her tank top. “with who?” he continued to press. “a friend. why do you care?” she snapped, slipping on a pair of sandals resting by the door. “i just didn’t know you had plans. that’s all,” he mumbled, walking away without a second glance. 

she huffed, finally leaving the house. she walked down the block, to the end of her street, where johnny was waiting for her. they agreed he’d meet her there to avoid alerting the fantilli boys of their relationship. she took one last glance before opening the door to his black car. 

he jumped at the noise, looking up from his phone. when his eyes met hers, he relaxed, smiling softly. “hi,” he whispered, taking in the baby pink tank top and light washed jean shorts. “hi,” she answered, looking at his hawaiian shirt and silver necklaces. “you look so pretty,” he mumbled, leaning over the center console to kiss the corner of her mouth. she flushed at his words, mumbling a thank you. he smirked, leaning back into his seat. “buckle up so we can go,” he said, waiting until the seatbelt clicked before taking off.

he pulls into the parking lot of the small cafe that seemed to be the setting of all their dates so far. risking a glance at her as he puts the car in park. “i hope you’re not mad that i brought you here, again,” he says. she giggles, shaking her head no, before turning to face him. they sit there, in the car, just staring at each other for a couple minutes. “are we going to sit here all day? or should we go eat?” she asks, hand reaching for the handle to get out of the car. “right, that.” “oh yeah, that.” 

he grabs her hand the second she’s next to him again, swinging them back and forth. they walk casually to the hostess stand, laughing the whole way; exchanging secrets and jokes only they know or understand. once they’re seated, drinks order placed, he jumps right into it. he’s holding her hand from across the table, thumb rubbing gently across the back of her palm. “come to london with me,” he whispers. her eyes widen, mouth falling open in surprise. “what?” she replies. “come to london with me. please,” he begs.

her mouth falls open and then closes repeatedly, like a fish out of water. there’s hesitation in her eyes as she looks at him, trying to come up with the right words; trying to decide between her head and her heart. “john, i can’t. you know i can’t,” she whispers softly. her eyes hold nothing but the desire to go, but he knows he’d never be able to convince her. he smiles, one with a hint of sadness, before saying, “just figured it was worth a try right?” just as she’s about to say something else, the waitress comes back with their drinks. “so are you guys ready to order?”

///

they were sitting on his bed, nothing but the glow of the led lights illuminating their faces in the dark. there was some music playing in the background, but it wasn’t overbearing, just more so to fill the quiet. she’s talking him through something, drama with her friends maybe, but he’d listen to anything from her. she stops suddenly, smiling when she hears the music playing in the background. 

“dance with me? i love this song,” she says, getting off the bed to move around to the beat. johnny laughs, turning up the volume as he joins her. they dance together, in their own little private party, just soaking up their time together. at that moment it was just them, at their own little secret party. and it was perfect.

///

and we can throw a party

without our friends, just watch you dance 

and i won’t tell nobody, just you, me, and the moon

[tswiftpolls]

Hello! I’m Trina/Tree and I run this Taylor Swift daily polls and questions account!

I’m looking for some resources/comprehensive lists/well tagged accounts/etc for some things so I can keep a good variety of polls and questions on here!

If you know of any: tumblr accounts, twitter accounts, twitter threads, google docs, spread sheets, FB pages, IG accounts, or anything else that might be helpful, please reply, or send me a DM or ask!

Things I’m in search of:

TOUR

All the surprise songs in all the different cities, updated

All Eras Tour outfits, updated with 1989 sets

All Reputation Tour outfits

All 1989 Tour outfits

All Red Tour outfits

All Speak Now Tour outfits

All Fearless Tour outfits

Performances

All lover era performance outfits + setlists

All award show performance outfits + setlists

All festival performance outfits + setlists

All TV show performance + setlists

Pre-Fearless Tour performances

Pictures of Taylor

Award shows

Interview appearances

Magazine photoshoots

Album photoshoots

Candids (only ones of those of her in public/in the city not ones where she clearly doesn’t want to be photographed)

Meet and greets

Other things

A list of interviews Taylor has done

A list of commercials she has done

Archive/screenshots of her old social media, specifically tumblr + twitter + insta

Anything else you think would be useful I will take! Thank you!!

[exoticalmonde]

Hello there!

I'm Exotic_Almonde, but I go by Evealia (Eve for short).

I have lots of games I love and I talk about them here, in addition to writing fanfics, book commentary and showing off the art my friends create when they're too shy or hesitant to do so.

Here we collect husbands and gush about art. Feel warned, because once I start, I never shut up.

For Archiving purposes, this librarian friend of yours is going to compile a list of things I've written about so far:

Favourite CC Music

Arknights OSTs Top 20 of Eve's Favourite Songs for December 2023 /Part I/

Arknights OSTs Top 20 of Eve's Favourite Songs for December 2023 /Part II/

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YumeShip Charts

Valentine's Day Arknights /Part I/

Valentine's Day Arknights /Part II/

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Dr. Evealia Operator Records

Three Year Anniversary

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SweetPool (Game)

Watching Hakuoki /Demon of The Fleeting Blossom/

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Guiding Ahead Rerun /Part I/

Guiding Ahead Rerun /Part II/

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Annihilation XIX - Rest Avenue

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Arknights Chapter X - Reaction & Guide

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Arknights Chapter XI - Return To Mist

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Arknights, Chapter XII - All Quiet Under The Thunder

Chapter XII All Eepy Under The Rainy Day

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That's Me On the Lone Trail

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Stultifera Guiding

Stultifera Guiding Continues

Stultifairing The Navis (With Dr. Kryo)

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Phantom and Crimson Solitaire but the part where Dr. Eve is reading where the mission is situated + history + collectibles

IS2 also known as Phantom & Crimson Solitaire but the Part where I learn about some of the Lore via Operator Records

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Hortus de Escapismo Dr. Evealia's Reaction / Part I/

Hortus de Escapismo Dr. Evealia's Reaction / Part II/

Hortus de Escapismo Dr. Evealia's Reaction / Part III/

HE-6 After

HE-8

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Lundi is a RAT

Targonian Diet

Moonboy, My Darling Aphelios

The Gaming Fandom

Spirit Blossom Festival (League of Legends)

Does LeBlanc know about Cinnamon Toast Crunch?

Big Head, Bad News

Sett League Of Legends is SO cute

Is it exEcutor or execUtor?

Zhongli ASMR

Reading Hoederer's File Before It Was Official

Simple Communication

Mlynar's Flaws

Generally Insane

Designated Medic - Lappland

Sweet Dreams

The Echoes Are Going To Linger...

So Mean To Me...

Dr. Ratio, HSR

Argenti, HSR

I'm a Leithanien Enjoyer

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Wriothesley Dog

My Favourite Chicken on The Farm

Monsters

Leaffeu Art Dump

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Movie Night (Suzume)

Mr Mlynar Yo

The Ultimate Support

You Got That x Guiding Ahead /Dr. Pinkie Remix/

LaterUno

Doc and Gaul

LUNDInium Outskirts /Part I/

LUNDInium Outskirts /Part II/

Pinkie Worship For Skalter

A Glimpse Into The Yumeship Fic I'm Writing

A Song About Bread |But It's Our Arknights Doctors|

LUNDInium Outskirts /Part III/

I Promised An Update On Pulls for Zwillingstürme im Herbst

LUNDInium Outskirts /Part IV/

LUNDInium Outskirts /Part V/

Dr. Pinkie's Module Graph

The Maiden-Goose Spectrum

LUNDInium Outskirts /Part VI/

We Let Her Frolic Once In A While

An Angle or Devl Doodle

LUNDInium Outskirts /Part VII/

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It's CC12 Time

Gushing About Hoederer OST

I'M A SILVERASH HAVER NOW

Surviving The Horrors /Part -III/

Surviving The Horrors With A Big Heart And Empty Pockets

Surviving The Horrors /Waiting For Hoederer/

Surviving The Horrors /Part I/

Surviving The Horrors /Part II/

Surviving The Horrors /Part III/

Surviving The Horrors /Part IV/

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My Arknights 6-star Tier List /Updated/

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Arknights Chapter XIII - The Whirlpool That Is Passion /Gacha/

Arknights Chapter XIII - The Whirlpool That Is Passion (Part I)

Arknights Chapter XIII - The Whirlpool That Is Passion (Part II)

Arknights Chapter XIII - The Whirlpool That Is Passion (Part III)

Arknights Chapter XIII - The Whirlpool That Is Passion (Part IV)

Arknights Chapter XIII - The Whirlpool That Is Passion (Part V)

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Arknights - Zwillingstürme im Herbst Event /Part I/

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Eveknights IS-S-5 CM /video/

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Here A People Sows /Gacha Results/

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The Evealia Guide Through Babel (event) /Part I/

The Evealia Guide Through Babel (event) /Part II/

The Evealia Guide Through Babel (event) /Part III/

The Evealia Guide Through Babel (event) /Part IV/

TBC

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[armynoonas]

Week 41

October 7

Laneige Korea: Try using it! Cream skin chosen by Jin😎

BTS’ RM’s ‘Right People, Wrong Place’ Doc Screens At Busan

October 8

Namjoon Instagram stories - RPWP at BIFF

[Run Jin] EP.9 - Blood, Sweat & Peppers

[Today’s Bangtan] Run Jin EP.9

Laneige Korea on Twitter

Hoseok on Weverse

October 9

Namjoon Instagram stories - shared Paul Blanco's story

Cream Skin Why so Jin-ius?

JUNG KOOK: I AM STILL WITH YOU - Party Edition

JUNG KOOK: I AM STILL - Official Photo 5

Vampire Weekend partially cover Dynamite

October 10

Jin Live on Weverse - Super Tuna Announcement!!!

Jin’s “Super Tuna” Release

Jin on Weverse - Coldplay Album

Namjoon Instagram story - Han Kang wins 2024 Nobel Prize in Literature

Taehyung Instagram story - Han Kang wins 2024 Nobel Prize in Literature

지민 전시 ‘The Truth Untold : 전하지 못한 진심’, Opening Day💜

October 11

진 (Jin) ‘슈퍼 참치 (Super Tuna)’ Special Video

BTS on Instagram - Super Tuna reel

Namjoon Instagram story - LOST! Win at the Ciclope Festival

Hoseok on Weverse - commenting on posts about ST

Hoseok Instagram comment - on Super Tuna reel

October 12

진(Jin) ‘슈퍼 참치(Super Tuna)’ Special Video Photo Sketch

[Episode] 진 (Jin) NEW ‘슈퍼 참치 (Super Tuna)’ Special Video Shoot Sketch!

Jimin’s Birthday!

Happy Jimin Day 💜 - Instagram reel

JUNG KOOK: I AM STILL - Official Photo 6

October 13

2024 Jimin Day - Weverse photos

Namjoon Instagram story - RPWP at BIFF

Hoseok Instagram story - Jimin day

Namjoon instagram story - Jimin day

Namjoon song recommendation

Jimin on Weverse

[NOTICE] BTS j-hope’s Military Discharge

Jin on Weverse - about Hobi's discharge

Jimmy Fallon on Twitter - Jimin day

The Tonight Show on Twitter - Jimin day

[neon-vocalist]

hey guys! chapter 6 is out already!

7 and 8 are quite short, so i should have those done quickly as well. we're almost to the end! here's the doc, here's the video... good luck everybody! we're really in it now...

[Scene: Kamikou hallway]

Female voice, over the intercom: Thank you for coming today. The Kamiyama High School Cultural Festival has now concluded.

Ena, no longer wearing AUTHENTIC IKAYAKI: Phew… I finally got changed…

Mizuki: That T-shirt suits you so well, though… What a shame~

Ena: That’s not funny at all.   {Note: Could also be “I am not happy about that at all.”} Mizuki smiles.

Mizuki: (...So far, everything is going smoothly.)

Kanade: So… it’s time for us to go home now. Thank you for today. I had a lot of fun.

Mafuyu: See you on Nightcord.

Mizuki: Okay! Thanks for coming! …Also… hey. Can we meet and talk sometime? I… want to tell you two about something.

Kanade: Hm..? I’m fine with that…

Mafuyu: …Me too.

Mizuki: …Great to hear. I’ll text you about it soon, then.

Kanade: Yeah… got it.

Mizuki: Thanks! …See you later, then! Mizuki smiles and waves as Kanade and Mafuyu leave the building. Mizuki: (...The after-festival is happening soon… Others will head to the courtyard, so… if we’re going to talk, let’s do it there… …No. It has to be at that place…)

Mizuki’s “Rooftop friendship” card flashes onscreen. The card shows them smiling, happily surrounded by friends like Rui, Touya, An, and Tsukasa, on the Kamikou rooftop.  (That place where I felt so connected to everyone…)

Ena’s “Hermit Searcher” card flashes onscreen, showing Ena staring with her mouth and eyes wide open at camera. (Where… Ena said she would be waiting…)

Mizuki: …Ena.

Ena: Yeah?

Mizuki: …Why don’t we go to the rooftop? What I couldn’t tell you… I want to talk about it.

Ena looks at Mizuki for a moment. Ena: …Okay. Let’s go.

Footsteps as Ena and Mizuki head down the hallway.

…

Footsteps. Ena and Mizuki are still in the hall. Mizuki begins to breathe hard, and a heart pounding sound effect pulses in the background.

Mizuki: (...My heart is hurting. I feel like throwing up… But… I… I won’t run away anymore…!)

Ena: Ah… When it’s the after-festival, it becomes really empty, huh?

Mizuki: Uh… Yeah… Everyone goes to the courtyard, so the school building empties out…

Ena: Uh-huh… I’m not into the after-festival, but this quiet energy isn’t so bad. It was so lively just a moment ago… and now there’s no one. This energy could become a good painting.

Mizuki: …Indeed. It’ll be interesting if you draw it.

Ena: I know, right? It could be good for an MV too, though that would only work if we have a suitable song.

Mizuki: …School concept, huh?

Ena: It would be an MV unlike anything we’ve made before, right? Starting with the school empty after the festival, leaving you wondering what’s going to happen… something like that… then the song starts to play… and it develops somehow from that!

Mizuki: Somehow..? Don’t you think that’s too vague?

Ena: Come on, it’s not so bad for now, right? We can come up with the details later, like we always do.

Sentimental piano music begins to play as Mizuki looks at Ena. Mizuki: (...Ena is so nice. Like she’s telling me that it’s okay and I don’t have to be nervous… She’s trying to make it natural…. I’m so happy. It makes me feel so warm… That’s why… it’s scary.)

Mizuki: …So, when we make that MV, I’d like to put your class’ T-shirt in~

Ena: What? I don’t even want to remember that tacky, stinky T-shirt.

Mizuki: You say that, but you won’t be able to throw it away, will you? You’ll keep it~

Ena: I’ll throw it away right after I get home!

Mizuki: Yeah, yeah. I’ll leave it to you, we’ll see.

Mizuki sighs. Mizuki: (...I’ll be fine.)

Flashback to Kanade, Ena, and Mafuyu, all smiling at Mizuki in the diner.

Mizuki: (I’ll definitely tell her properly, then…)

Unknown female voice, offscreen: Ah!! Akiyama-san!!

Mizuki: Eh?

Fast footsteps.

Mizuki: Ah, you’re in my class… What's wrong? You look hurried!

Classmate: Well! One of the partitions in the classroom just suddenly collapsed, and someone got injured!

Mizuki: Eh?!

Classmate: But when I went to the infirmary, the nurse wasn’t there… Akiyama-san, could you help me find her..?!

Mizuki: Ah…

Ena looks in concern at Mizuki.

Mizuki: …I’m sorry, Ena… Can you go to the rooftop first? I’ll catch up soon.

Ena: S-sure… but don’t you need me to help?

Mizuki: You don’t have to. It’s my class’ fault, anyway, and you don’t know the dayschool nurse either, do you?

Ena: …Got it. Then, I’ll be waiting up there.

Mizuki: Okay! I’ll be there soon!

Classmate: Sorry, Akiyama-san… and thank you!

Mizuki: It’s nothing. Let’s go, then!

Footsteps as Mizuki and their classmate run away. Ena watches them go with a soft smile. Ena: What can I say… That’s so typical of Mizuki, huh?

[Scene: Kamikou rooftop]

Sound effect as if a door is closing.

Ena: Woah… The sunset is amazing. Come to think of it, it was like this when I last came here, wasn’t it…? Ena remembers Mizuki in the hallway, looking anxious and sad. Ena: (...Mizuki has been tense all day. I have no idea what they’re going to tell me, but… I’m happy that… they decided to confide in me. I want to take them seriously.)

Footsteps.

Ena: Ah, Mizuki—

Unknown voice 1: …Ah! There’s nobody here, right?

Unknown voice 2: Lucky! I’m sick of the after-festival. Let’s just stay here and skip it.

Ena cocks her head in confusion at the voices. Fade to black.

[dynamoe]

Billy Quizboy as the rabbit-toothed guitarist DAVE HILL of glam rock band SLADE— sporter of the worst bangs in rock n' roll history*— circa their 1973 Christmas #2 Merry Christmas Everybody**, which was covered as the annual Venture Bros holiday song this year by Pete White, Master Billy Quizboy, his mom and her lovers (the elderly superhero polycule).

→ hear the cover on KenPlume's youtube → go to the Billy Quizboy & Pete White index

(I know with the orange hair/eyepatch he looks like Ziggy Stardust— the Quizboy:Slade ratio is a delicate balance.)

Merriest Twelfth Day of Christmas to you, to Jackson Publick and Doc Hammer and to Slade and anyone else still reading who gives a shit.

Slade is more of a British thing, really. They had a ton of British hits in the 1970s as a glam rock band, but didn't break into the US until the 1980s (when they replaced Ozzy Osborne at the Reading Festival) with Cum on Feel the Noize, pivoting to be more hard rock/metal.

Noddy Holder was more of the “face” of Slade (head to toe plaid, mutton chops, tophat covered in mirrors). I suspect the all-plaid outfit on Col. Gentleman in the Vbros cover art is a take on Noddy's look... or he ignored the brief and dressed as one of Scotland's own Bay City Rollers. Slade suffered from a lesser case of Cheap Trick syndrome, where every member dressed like they were in a different band. Dave dressed full spaceman-- face glitter, every variety of metallic fabric available (lurex, glitter knit, vinyl, lamé) in shades of silver. The other guitarist whose name I won't look up wore a red lurex suit (I guess that would be Pete's outfit in their cover band) which he had to keep replacing because he sweated so much on stage the fibers literally melted (one of the suits was preserved by the V&A on an episode of Secrets of the Museum)... No one cares about the drummer. 

The only reason I know anything about Slade — I'm no rock trivia geek, I’m a comedy nerd — Slade was a constant punchline in 1990s Brit Comedy. Noddy appeared on Never Mind the Buzzcocks in the LaMar era. 1993 sketch show The Smell of Reeves and Mortimer had a recurring mini-sitcom “Slade in Residence” (the band living in a suburban home together, wearing their stage costumes, eating nothing but cup-of-soup, obsessing over monster truck rallies and­— the key to their appeal to Vic and Bob, I imagine­— whining in thick Black Country accents.)

Billy is my Covid muse and if he stars in the annual Christmas cover (he had only sung before on 2006's VentureAid; read poems on their take on the Beatles Fan Club records), it's not like I CAN'T draw something despite saying I was done with this shit. I promised you guys a *technically* Christmas Billy drawing and I *technically* delivered.

Now I'm gonna switch to drawing characters I own so I can finally make some money. Godblessuseveryone. ___

*Dave Hill was just being a futuristic spaceman, those micro-bangs were the hottness on all the skater girls of the late 1990s. I even had 'em.

**Having the #1 song at Christmas is a big deal in the UK (as you may remember from the Bill Nighy segments from Love Actually) and the 1973 slug match between Slade's Merry Christmas Everybody and the eventual winner Wizzard’s I Wish It Could Be Christmas Everyday looms large in music trivia, to the degree that I was sure Astrobot Go was going to release a cover a day later of some other (more fan-favored) characters doing their version of Wizzard to rain on Billy et. al’s parade.

→ Wizzard

So which character dons the beard and harlequin eye facepaint to be the guy from Wizzard? Probably Hank, right?

→ go to the Billy Quizboy & Pete White index → Nobody'sSweetheart on Instagram

[courage-a-word-of-justice]

To a Festival on a Summer Evening (夏の宵に縁日へ) Alt. Stream

Reference images here. If you like this, then you can see similar content on this Google doc.

Rei: Hyottoko mask. A mask of a male character, as opposed to the female otafuku. The character plays the role of a clown (fitting for a member of DH). Apparently named as such because the mouth looks like it’s breathing fire.

Ichiro: Kitsune mask. Kitsune have various connotations in Japan, but outside the festival setting, this one’s a bit of an odd choice, since Sasara has more fox connotations than Ichiro (Sasara has what are called kitsune no me).

Ramuda: Rabbit mask. A pretty uncommon type of mask, in comparison to the kitsune, hyottoko and otafuku masks. Also cute, childish and pink to go with his colour scheme. (Update: Also harmless-seeming, as well as going with his "pyon pyon pyon!" - most notably from Drops - and his calling of "Usa-pyon" to Jyuto.)

At first, I thought Rei's was the only mask of particular note (particularly because Rei's speaker has a phoenix, which is represented by fire), but there are also some interesting connotations with Ichiro's kitsune mask - some kitsune can breathe fire, there is the concept of kitsunebi (fox fire) and some festivals have special fires.

The toffee apple in Ramuda's hand also has a fire element - through the melted sugar which comprises the toffee - and...well, it's red.

BB's theme colour is red and red is usually the colour used to represent fire (see: the ancient Chinese 5 element theory behind Saburo's 3rd solo). Also, red and yellow - BB and FP's theme colours respectively - make orange, or DH's theme colour.

On top of that, within ARB, all 3 of these characters were present during the fireworks event which is featured during this Alt. Stream (across both parts) and in the manga, Ramuda's senpai of sorts is called Hanabi. (Although the kanji used for Hanabi's name are roughly "flower light/lamp" - the second character of which can be read tomoshibi in other contexts, like the MTR song - the usual kanji for "fireworks" literally translates to "flower fire".)

(Sidenote: In terms of words, the word meaning "festival" (縁日) includes the character 縁 (enishi), which is the name of a DH song. Indeed, this kanji combo is read ennichi.)

(Then again, this fanart reminded me Hitoya also has fox associations, since he was possessed by the nine tailed fox in one of the soul swaps...)