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talesofthesecondcity · 1 year ago

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Please, Dont Let Me Trip!

I didn’t exactly explode onto Birmingham’s gay scene in glorious rainbow technicolour, more creep apprehensively down a flight of steep stairs… and straight into an awkwardly familiar face!

In my late teens, Friday nights were spent alternating between several pubs on the social triangle of Aston University. I’d been drinking on campus for months prior to turning the legal age, but being student pubs, used to a clientele of fresh-faced undergrads, our spotty faces barely stood out. Doormen would turn a blind eye if you could rattle off your fake date of birth with enough conviction.

On one evening out, I couldn’t shake thoughts of another bar in town, the idea of which ignited my teenage hormones like a drop of blood screaming to a hunting shark. I decisively downed the dregs of my cordial-coloured Snakebite & Black, turned to my best-mate and announced, “I’m going to The Jester.”

The Jester was a basement gay bar, lurking beneath Scala Building, a shabby curve of concrete and glass on Holloway Circus. This typical 1960’s development, of the style old-school Birmingham is notorious, had seen better days, even back in the 80s.

I paced outside for an age, trying to muster the courage to go inside, but somebody would walk by or a bus would circle the roundabout and I would lose my nerve. Finally, the coast was clear and I dashed to the door. The unremarkable entrance took me to a tight flight of stairs leading down into… well, I had no idea.

My heart pounded with a giddy mix of fear and excitement as I descended the steep stairs. All I could think was, Please, don’t let me trip.

I gripped the handrail with white-knuckled intensity, while trying to convey casual nonchalance. I managed to get to the bottom of the stairs upright and with the maximum dignity a gawky teen could carry off.

Guys turned to check out the new chicken in town.

I crossed to the elliptical central bar and ordered a beer.

Waiting for the barman to return with my drink, I dared a quick glance around, taking in the small dance floor, the neon lighting and, to my delight, a glitterball. They actually had a glitterball! My only previous knowledge of a gay bar came solely from The Blue Oyster in the movie Police Academy, which had a glitterball that the Leather Queens danced romantically beneath. I was now convinced every gay venue in the world had one.

I clocked one cute guy around the curve of the bar to my left.

He looks very handsome, I thought, around my age, chiselled jawline, slicked back black hair. Oh, hang on… It’s a lesbian.

My drink arrived. I let out a sigh of relief. I had made it inside, down the stairs and got a drink, all without incident. The night was mine!

A hand fell upon my shoulder.

“How are you, young man?”

I turned to find the benignly smiling face… of my form teacher.

Sat at a bar with my teacher wasn’t exactly how I’d expected my first night on the scene to turn out… but I could not have wanted for a better introduction.

It was a relief to finally have another gay man to confide in, even better that it was a familiar and trusted figure. Here was an opportunity to talk to someone with experience of a world I was taking my first steps into.

Although being caught in a gay bar by Sir had been a shock, I had not been surprised that he frequented such establishments. Rumours about him had circulated school for years. The shaved head, handlebar moustache, penchant for a leather jacket and the general Village People vibe had also been a bit of a giveaway. He wouldn’t have looked out of place swaying beneath that glitterball at The Blue Oyster.

As the evening progressed, Sir suggested we move on to The Nightingale, the city’s only night club in the 1980s. He was a member and offered to sign me in as his guest.

At this point in the club’s history The Gale, as it is affectionally known, was situated near the stage door of the Birmingham Hippodrome, at the end of a short alley. You had to ring the bell, wait until a face appeared behind a sliding slot, then confirm you knew what type of bar it was before being admitted.

Once inside, there was a cloakroom and small bar dominated by a gaudy fountain. Beyond was the main disco. On the far side of the dancefloor was a dimly lit area, partitioned off from prying eyes. I remember being baffled as to why anyone would want to disappear into a dark subdivision of a busy nightclub. How naive! So much to learn… and so much fun learning.

At the end of the night, Sir drove me home, dropping off a few streets away, so as not to arouse suspicions of sleepless parents, inevitably awaiting their teenage son’s late-night return.

I am eternally grateful to my then form teacher for looking after me on my first night out on Birmingham’s gay scene.

I have told this tale many times over the years, inevitably greeted by cynical eyebrows and the implication he was on the make… but no, he was the perfect gentleman… and continues to be to this day.

To Sir, With Love. X

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#lgbtq #lgbt #gay #lgbtq🌈#gaylife #gaybirminghamuk #gaybirmingham #gay scene #birminghamgayvillage #gaybrum #Gay Birmingham #coming out #queer #queer community #lgbtqia

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nofrigatelikefanfiction · 2 years ago

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February 1938

"Come on, Steve !", Bucky encouraged.

"I don't feel like going out", grumbled Steve, who was sketching, spread out on their bed.

Bucky had guessed his reply. It had been like that since his Ma had passed away, a bit more than a year ago. It couldn't go on like this.

"I've already bought the cinema tickets. Everybody says it's great !"

"It's about dwarves", Steve protested.

"It's a fairy tale ! It's about a princess, a prince, an evil queen... The first long animated feature film ! An hour twenty of ART, Steve. In Technicolour !"

"You do realize I'm colourblind, don't you ?"

Bucky sighed and sat on the bed, facing him. He put his hands on the page Steve was sketching on, hiding his work.

"Hey !"

"Just admit it, Steve", Bucky said teasingly. "You don't want to go because you know their art is better than yours and you're afraid to see how much".

"That's not true !" Steve exclaimed, scandalised. "My own art is perfectly fine, and I'm afraid of nothing."

"Then come with me ? Please ?"

Bucky pouted. Steve stared at his lips. "I would be real disappointed if you didn't come with me. Please ? For me ?"

He could see Steve's resolve was starting to shatter.

"Fine", he relented. "If you care so much, I'll go with you".

"Aw thanks Steve, you're a real pal", Bucky smiled, and he kissed him on the cheek before he could overthink it and chicken out.

He quickly got up from the bed, and strided for the door.

"I've got to dash, Irv from work invited me for a drink, but I'll be back in a couple hours and we'll go to the cinema together. Wear something nice ! I'm not taking you out in your pajamas. And have a wash ! Look smart."

Steve threw a pillow at him. Bucky ducked and the pillow landed in the kitchen.

"You missed me !", Bucky gloated.

He picked up the pillow and threw it at Steve. It hit him right in the face, and fell in his lap.

"Jerk !"

"See you in a couple hours ! Byyyye !"

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Steve had been enthralled by the movie, and had loved all the songs. Bucky knew that, because while Steve's eyes had never left the screen, he had spent a lot of time looking at him. They slowly left the theater, and walked home. The cold night air was tinting Steve's cheeks with a pretty pink.

"You were right", admitted Steve. "It's a really good movie. It must have taken so much work from the artists ! And the songs were so nice ! The music was great, too, from what I could hear."

"Are you glad you came, then ?" Bucky asked softly.

"Yeah ! It was a good time. Thank you for insisting I come out with you. You could have gone with someone else. I'm not much fun these days."

Bucky slowed his pace, and looked Steve in the eyes.

"I don't care. You're my friend. I got the second ticket for you."

"Oh."

Steve looked down. If his cheeks hadn't already been flushed from the cold, maybe he would have blushed.

"Thank you", repeated Steve. He looked up and smiled at Bucky, who felt his insides melting.

He grinned. He clapped Steve's shoulder and grabbed him by the neck to incite him to start walking again.

"You're welcome, pal", he replied, and started humming "One day, my prince will come", thinking of the movie once more.

Steve smiled.

"I like it when you sing. You could be in one of those Disney movies, you know. Hollywood would love you. You've certainly got the looks for the industry. You could play the prince in the movie adaptation."

"Aw thanks Stevie. But I couldn't leave you behind ! If I'm gonna be rich, I'd want you to become rich with me !"

Steve grimaced.

"Yeah, I'm not sure I'd like that. I'm not made to be in the starlight, with cameras pointed at me. Plus they'd have me play Sneezy, obviously, and I wouldn't want to play that part."

Bucky stopped humming.

"You are not Sneezy !"

"What, am I Grumpy ?"

"Most of the time, yes, but that's not the point."

"Who am I, then ?"

Bucky's lips stretched into an insolent smile.

"Snow White", he swaggered.

Steve looked insulted.

"I know I'm short and skinny, but I'm not a girl ! And my hair is blonde !"

"I'm just teasing ya. You're not Snow White, obviously", he lied through his teeth. "She makes great apple pies, and you and I both know you can't cook for shit".

The last time Steve had tried to cook for them both, he had almost set fire to their tenement. Bucky had decided that food being rare and expensive enough, he was going to be the one in charge of the cooking. Steve would be restricted to washing the dishes. It was better that way. Bucky was rather good at cooking, he had often helped his mom in the kitchen; and he loved cooking for Steve. It made their flat feel more like a home. It made him feel like they were family; like they were a couple. Even though they were not.

"Alright, you have a point. But who am I, then ?" he pestered his tall friend.

"Ah, I won't tell you. You have to guess !"

Steve snorted.

"You're full of shit".

"Mayyyyybe", Bucky conceded, and he smiled again.

Later in bed, as Steve was slightly snoring, he thought of all the times he had seen him pale and cold just like Snow White had been at the end of the movie. How his best friend and the man he loved had so often been on the brink of death, and how he wished he were indeed a prince who could carry him to a castle, where they could be comfortable, eat plenty and sleep in fancy sheets. They would be happy, healthy and warm.

He turned around, and fell asleep. He didn't know his life's story was going to get further away from a fairy tale than man could ever imagine. He didn't know he was going to be the one who was going to be spending decades in a glass coffin. For now, he was just sleeping, safe and sound. He dreamt of kissing Steve, and of living with him happily ever after.

#1937 #snow white #disney #stucky #steve and bucky at the cinema #Youtube #drabble #stucky drabble #no beta we die like lesbians in tv shows #fairy tale #snow white's glass coffin vs bucky's cryo tube #have i reread myself before publishing this ? no. because otherwise i'm going to obsess too much over it and I will never post anything.#aurore's fics and stories

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forgot-how-catflap-works · 3 months ago

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The GUPPY Appreciation Zone (and some stuff about being gay and possibly an alien)

You have entered the GUPPY Appreciation Zone. Please remain seated and keep your appendages within the designated zone for the duration of this appreciation. The GUPPY Appreciation Zone does not accept liability for any tentacles, tendrils or fronds harmed through the disregardment of these instructions.

What is GUPPY and how does one appreciate it? GUPPY is a band that originated in LA about seven years ago, presumably through a process involving primordial goo and alien technology. The most effective way to appreciate GUPPY is to play American Cowboy – at full volume – and jiggle your body around the food preparation area of your habitat while loudly singing the refrain, “I’m an American Cowboy, and my stomach hurts like shit”.

This is not a review of GUPPY’s latest album Something is Happening, because I'm not really qualified for that. I could say how much I love vocalist J’s playful inflections that make them extra fun to sing along to; or I could tell you how great it is they use a slide whistle in Mayor Pt.2, and how the track develops this wild, galloping, circus-clown quality that just gets better the more you listen to it. But really I just want to appreciate them. This is the GUPPY Appreciation Zone afterall. Not The Smart Bitch Who Knows Stuff About Music Zone.

(Clip clop horse cop, City hall salami. Kiss your baby, Now I am your mommy)

Previously described as “the new gayer, Green Day” by Out Magazine, GUPPY’s music could best be defined as tenderpunk, a term coined by Illuminati Hotties’ Sarah Tudzin who is also the band's producer.

I lifted that tenderpunk insight from this Swim into Sound blog post but I did already know about the Sarah Tudzin connection because I AM VERY COOL AND KNOW THINGS ABOUT COOL AND TRENDY MUSIC. NO I DO NOT HAVE RECEIPTS.

As someone who never got into Green Day, I can’t really say how that comparison stacks up. Their drummer Gabbi is a huge Green Day, and the first album had a rough, straightforward garage sound to it along with the kind of atmosphere you only get when everyone involved is having fun. Is that the sort of thing Green Day is known for? I literally have no idea.

What I can confirm however is that GUPPY's music is deeply gay, and the kind of gay that is difficult to quantify. Speaking as an autistic, navel gazing kind of queer I often feel disconnected from large swathes of popular gay culture. I’m not really here for drag queens and Lady Gaga and the sort of technicolour hedonism that tends to monopolise portrayals of queer culture in modern media. It’s fine, pop off, live your best life etc. It’s just not my speed. But because it’s the default depiction of queerness I’m left feeling like I’m somehow not the right kind of queer. Like I'm an alien.

Speaking to Out Magazine after the release of their first album in 2017, J said: “GUPPY is all about having fun with your friends in a totally unchecked and spontaneous way. This is a space I think that a lot of femme, nonbinary, queer folk don't get the chance to occupy. Like, yeah, we've all seen Bam Margera and Tyler the Creator be silly menaces in a fun and lovable way, but I just wanna say there are some new freakin' menaces in town. And these new menaces are soft as fuck because being soft never stopped anyone from having fun. So stay soft, my LGBTQ cuties, and please remember to continue enjoying yourself as an act of resistance.”

GUPPY 's queernes makes sense to me. It transcends sexual and gender identity; social norms I exist outside of through my mere existence as a trans dyke. The labels I chose to define myself are more for the benefit of a society that feels the need to categorise me rather than something I need for myself.

It’s a queerness of the soul. An almost Victorian definition of queer, before it meant gay and it meant, you know, queer. Odd, peculiar, not right somehow. Something amiss. Like, what is that person doing with their arms? Have they ever even used their arms before? Are they an actual alien doing a really shit impression of a human? Who do I call about this?

From that transcendental queerness GUPPY blooms in all their glory. They would rather eat the pavement than kiss Nacy Pelosi's boot. They were made mayor for the day and all they got were their feelings hurt. They’re texting God in their head. They ate their own homework (the dog made them do it).

I could pick almost any lyric from any track of the new album to illustrate the difficult to define queerness of GUPPY, but for whatever reason the opening lines of Nature Song feel right.

Go out in the front yard you’ll find Ian pulling weeds

Go out in the backyard and that’s where you’ll find me

I’m digging up worms

I’m taking them to church

If you can’t understand how that’s gay, I don’t know what to tell you.

#queer #music #guppy #queer music #a

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bitter69uk · 11 months ago

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In Memoriam: golden age Hollywood actress Jeanne Crain (25 May 1925 – 14 December 2003) died twenty years ago today. As Ken Wlaschin writes in The Illustrated Encyclopedia of The World’s Great Movie Stars (1979), “Jeanne Crain was pretty, sweet, sometimes a little over-cute – and usually the girl-next-door-type – in 20th Century Fox films of the late 40s and early 50s.” But when Crain was given the opportunity to step out of the good girl comfort zone, she could be genuinely great. I like her vying with sister Gene Tierney over Cornel Wilde in Leave Her to Heaven (1945). Crain impressively holds her own opposite the formidable likes of Thelma Ritter, Ann Sothern and Linda Darnell in A Letter to Three Wives (1948). She cracks up spectacularly in the weird suspense melodrama Dangerous Crossing (1953). While Technicolour musical Gentlemen Marry Brunettes (1955) isn’t objectively “good”, Crain is certainly game in it. Some of her later post-Fox efforts sound intriguingly strange: the Italian-made Nefertiti, Queen of the Nile (1961), juvenile delinquent exploitation flick Hot Rods to Hell (1967) and low-budget horror movie The Night God Screamed (1971). Pictured: portrait of Crain by Peter Basch.

Jeanne Crain in the 1950s.

#jeanne crain #golden age hollywood #classic hollywood #golden age of hollywood #lobotomy room #old movies #glamour #movie star #peter basch

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dragcnflame · 3 months ago

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i love the duality of bloom because she simultaneously has children's art therapist energy while also being a war general who's been faced with the dark reality of technicolour fairy world and beings obsessed with possessing her and her power. and she responded to that by slamming them face first into the dirt or using archaic magic to enter the deepest portion of their mind and turning them into particles from the inside out. like she murdered valtor in the most brutal method she vaporised him from the inside out. and all she wants to do is paint and hang out with her friends and pet rabbit while giving advice to kids. bloom is truly and deeply not meant to be royalty. she actively forgets that she is a princess, and while she can rally troops for a war and get people to be willing to die for her what she can not do is run a planet especially during peace time. she'd make a fantastic war time queen but after the war there's no place for her there. also this girl literally bolts to earth any time her personal life has a speed bump she can not stay on a single planet forever keeping it going no way

#*lynn proceeds to make dial up noises* 🦋 ooc #i will always die on the post s4 hermit bloom hill #don't make her a queen of anything let her paint her feelings and have a garden

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crushingdeath · 3 months ago

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Subdued Sounds

A 2-night mini-series of events featuring acts who bring power from within...

CINDY + JAM MONEY + THE HORSE

Fri 8th Nov 2024

MODERN NATURE + CONSTANT SMILES + PRE-ALPS

Sat 9th Nov 2024

All @ The NCI Centre, CB4 Advance tickets for individual or both nights from here

CINDY

Cindy is a key part of the San Francisco/Bay Area dream pop, fog pop, lo fi scene. Started almost within minutes of songwriter Karina Gill first picking up a supremely beaten-up electric guitar, the serendipitously assembled crew pick up up on minimal chords and murmured melodies to create hazy and nostalgic pop-craft with lyrical backbone. Heightened narrative drama comes from unexpectedly unsettling phrasing and expectant, elementary drone. Featuring folks from Children Maybe Later, Now, and Flowertown, the group draw on the sparse sounds of the Velvet Underground, Young Marble Giants, and Galaxie 500 to soft but startling effect.

MODERN NATURE

Modern Nature, led by Essex-based Jack Cooper, is a group that blurs the lines between folk music, modern composition and improvisation. Over the past 5 years Cooper and collaborators have taken a palette of elementary sounds and themes, honed them, and launched into an expansive world of openness and vivid technicolour. It’s a music that hasn’t been heard before; as melodic as anything Cooper has produced but framed by rhythms and instrumentation that reflect the chaos, unpredictability and colour of the natural world. Certain moorings - hushed percussion, strings and Cooper’s lambent voice - are present throughout, but latest album, No Fixed Point In Space, marks a shift to utilising musical notation as a point of departure, from which the group explore the space around suggested notes and rhythms to create a semi-improvised, semi-composed ensemble performance. These explorations of partly organised chance were recorded live and directly to tape. This approach gives the music a remarkably fresh feel; songs pulse and evolve. The changes between movements, verse and choruses are almost all ambiguous.

JAM MONEY

Artists-in-residence at the Spillage Fete, Jam Money use a collection of found objects, discarded instruments and a sense of musical play to create a series of responses to minimalist visuals. A spirit of childlike wonder, foggily remembered, pervades through echoey journeys across the ether, like a Moondog take on Broadcast instrumentals.

THE HORSE

Wry but mournful slow-folk behemoth spread from the Fens to the Thames. Taking a starting point of Bill Callaghan and then rolling with it towards a second hand Kranky collection this youthful crew are turning it down to drag you under.

CONSTANT SMILES

The constantly rotating cast that is Constant Smiles probably now numbers over 50 kindred spirits, all in orbit around lynchpin Ben Jones. Now based in Queens, NY, the loose collective has been prolifcally producing pocket masterworks of dreamy sounds over the last decade and a half. About 14 self-released albums came forth in 10 years from the group's birthplace in Martha's Vineyard before getting picked up for 2021's "Paragon" by the consistently exciting Sacred Bones label. Last year's Kenneth Anger is a collection of gentle throbbing, muffled rhythms, and supernatural synth that feel like a sort of paradoxical coldwave take on folkpop. For this debut Cambridge appearance it'll be a stripped back solo set from mainstay Jones, taking the songs back to their bare bones.

PRE-ALPS

Pulsing guitar, shimmering reverb, and gurgling drones all pulled together in rural Essex to make slow-motion

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zooterscooter · 7 months ago

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1, 5 and 8? :)

HIIIII HEYYY

1. meaning behind my url

someone actually gave me this nickname when i joined a discord server.... 6 years ago...? give or take 😭 servers long gone now but vanilla if you're out there.... hey man.....

5. favourite band

hop along... i am so sane and normal about their album freshman year come closer i can be trusted with talking about that album

8. favourite movie

i actually have no clue what my all time fav would be !!!!! i don't really watch movies often, but a few of my favourites are tokyo godfathers, bohemian rhapsody (yes the queen movie... middle school was rough) and i'm also really fond of joseph and the amazing technicolour dreamcoat... just something about it

#asks #i've probably seen about 30 movies in my entire life im sorry guys #notable mention for movies is white chicks..

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bitter69uk · 3 months ago

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“Like [Mario] Lanza, Maria Montez had a reputation for being impossible to handle. After a number of years in Haji-Baba type adventures, she was dropped by Universal and forced to seek work in European cheapies. While in Europe, she attempted to counter her advanced state of avoirdupois with hot saline baths. She died in one of a heart attack at the age of thirty-one.”

/ From the book Flesh and Fantasy (1978) by Penny Stallings /

Died on this day in the Parisian suburb of Suresnes, France: golden age Hollywood’s nostril-flaring and tempestuous Queen of Technicolour Exotica, Caribbean Cyclone and leading lady of films like Arabian Nights (1942), White Savage (1943) and Cobra Woman (1944), Maria Montez (née María África Gracia Vidal, 6 June 1912 – 7 September 1951). Note: Stallings gets Montez’s age wrong in the quote above – she was 39 when she died. (Like any self-respecting diva, Montez had a “showbiz age”). Venerated by the likes of Gore Vidal and underground queer filmmakers Jack Smith, Andy Warhol and Kenneth Anger, Montez is a pivotal figure in the sensibility we now call “camp” and one of the original LGBTQIA icons. (Early Warhol drag superstar Mario Montez, for example, was christened after her). And aside from perhaps the young Yvonne De Carlo, did any woman wear a yashmak with more elan? “When I see myself on the screen, I look so beautiful I want to scream with joy” Montez once famously exclaimed. Maria Montez, you make ME scream with joy! Pictured: Montez in the 1949 film Siren of Atlantis playing – what else? – an evil queen.

#maria montez #exotica #siren of atlantis #lobotomy room #gay icon #old hollywood #classic hollywood #golden age hollywood #diva #kween #glamour #fierce #caribbean cyclone #queen of technicolor #kitsch #camp #retro #cobra woman

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spotsandsocks · 7 months ago

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🐰🎤 💙💙

🐰 what do you think says the most about a person

How they behave when they don’t think anyone is looking and if they follow unspoken community rules that no one enforces but make life better for everyone. Not littering for example or clearing your table at a fast food restaurant or returning a trolley to the trolley bay.

🎤 is there a song you know all the lyrics too

Apart from happy birthday? 🤣 don’t stop me know by Queen and I coujj ku d have a lrettt good go at most of the songs in Joseph and the amazing technicolour dreamcoat 🌈

💜

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wizardiest-wizard-of-oz · 4 months ago

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I'm trying to find all of the references in something rotten here's what I have so far

Alice in Wonderland

Annie

Anything Goes

Avenue Q

Cabaret

Cats

Chess

Chicago

A Chorus Line

Dames At Sea

Dreamgirls

Evita

The Fairie Queen

Falsettos

The Fantasticks

Fascinating Rhythm

Fiddler on the Roof

Guys and Dolls

Gypsy

Hair

Hairspray

Hamlet

Hello, Dolly!

Jesus Christ Superstar

Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat

Lady, Be Good

Les Miserables

The Lion King

Little Shop of Horrors

Little Women

Macbeth

The Merchant in Venice

The Merry Wives of Windsor

A Midsummer Night's Dream

The Music Man

My Fair Lady

Oedipus Rex

Out on the Town

Phantom of the Opera

The Producers

Rent

Richard II

Richard III

Richard IV

The Rocky Horror Picture show

Romeo and Juliet

Seussical

Sister Act

The Sound of Music

South Pacific

Sunday in the Park with George

Sweet Charity

Sweeney Todd

Twelfth Night

West Side Story

Wicked

Wizard of Oz

this is only 57 of them and I know there are about 80 total what am I missing

#I need help #why am I like this #the hyperfixation is hyperfixationing #something rotten #musical theatre

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lokisgoodgirl · 1 year ago

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GIRL WHAT I KNEW THIS CHAPTER WOULD BE HOT BUT THIS IS NOT OK

“My forbidden fantasy.” He whispers as he cups your breasts. His fingers slide under your bikini top

*scream* Why is cocky, 'midgardians are yucky' Loki so fine though. Why fight it baby? Just let it go.

He looks up at you, his lips turned upward in a cocky grin. He’s never been more attractive than right now. Propped between your legs, his mouth covered in your arousal.

Stop it right now, I can see this in TECHNICOLOUR 😂🤣 🤣

Ma'am really I must protest🤣🤣 You said I whapped you with Size Queen unexpectedly last night but you got me back. You got me good. This was FABULOUS. I think it's my new favourite of yours - this series is just *chefs kiss* - love it. Love them. And those last paragraphs? 🥺🥺 God...I need to go think about this in the bath.

Out of My System Pt 5

Summary: Loki doesn’t understand Thor’s attraction to Midgardians. Until he meets you.

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI.

W/C: 1.9K

See My Masterlist Here

The midnight pool party was all you could talk about. You decided to wear the tiny, red bikini you had only wore around the compound. And only in front of people you were extremely comfortable with. Nat bought a black one just like it, so you could match for the party. It helped you to feel less self conscious too.

Everyone who was anyone would be in attendance tonight, including Tony’s nephew Ben. You went on one date with him a few weeks ago, but it wasn’t anything serious. You still texted with him sometimes. It was mostly flirting, nothing too deep. He was attractive, but you couldn’t see yourself with him long term. Maybe that’s just what you needed right now, some fun.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, admiring how the small garment made you look. You fluff your hair one last time before walking down the hallway to meet up with Nat.

Loki’s mind hadn’t stopped racing since the kiss that almost was. He had made up a million different plans to seduce you. Each of them worse than the last. He wasn’t sure what was wrong with him. Under usual circumstances, he could get a woman out of her panties without so much as talking to her.

He just turned on the charm and they fell at his feet. But he had never seduced a mortal before, had never wanted to. He couldn’t figure out the hold you had on him. He knew Fiona was right. He was merely curious. Once he had you in his bed, the spell you had on him would be broken.

The music blared out of the speakers. Most of the guys were jumping into the pool. Steve was grilling by the side of the compound. You and Natasha were dirty dancing on everyone who came over to you. You were laughing and smiling so much, your cheeks hurt.

Loki watched as you danced with Ben Stark. You were wearing that red bathing suit that was often the subject of his fantasies. Loki wasn’t jealous. He just wished it was him you were dancing with instead.

The song changed and you ran over to Natasha, both of you screaming about the song choice. Nat sat in one of the lounge chairs. You crawled on top of her grinding against her in time with the music. The Ying Yang Twins was the artist playing. Loki recalled Lang introducing it to him months prior, so he would be familiar with Midgardian music. A classic, he had called it.

Loki couldn’t take his eyes off you. You made eye contact with him. He looked away too quickly, failing to hide that he was staring. He saw you say something to Natasha. You crawled out of her lap, and walked towards him.

“Hey Loki, can we talk for a minute?” He nodded, scooting over on his blanket to make room for you to sit beside him. “You’ve been weird with me since field day. I just wanted to know why.”

“I haven’t meant to behave strangely with you. I apologize.” He’s looking at the other party goers instead of you. “I thought you were going to kiss me.” That gets his attention. He whips his head toward you.

“I wanted you to. I replayed it over and over again in my head. I thought I misread the situation. It’s so hard to read you. I never know what’s on your mind. Tell me what you want, Loki.”

A sigh escapes him. He pushes a stray hair behind your ear. “I want you.” It seems like a weight has been lifted off him with that confession. You’re feeling more confident now. “Then have me. What’s stopping you?”

He leans in cupping your jaw, tilting your face toward his. His lips meet yours with more softness than you expected. You could tell he’s holding back. You deepen the kiss, climbing into his lap. Your hands travel the length of his back.

You pull him as close as you can. You’re the first to break the kiss. You sink your teeth into his neck. With a primal growl, he flips you over onto your back. He traps you with his bulky body. He nips your earlobe, his large hands covering your breasts.

You squirm underneath him trying to rub yourself against him, desperate for friction. He laughs wickedly, looking down at your trapped legs held captive by his own. You feel his hard length pressed against you. You slip your hands in his swimming trunks taking him between your eager hands.

You pump him once, twice. He says your name through gritted teeth wrapping his fingers around your wrist to stop you. “Slow down, love. We have all night.”

You find yourself in Loki’s apartment pinned to his door. Your wandering hands take in every inch of hardened muscle as he feverishly kisses you. “We shouldn’t do this.” Loki murmurs against your neck. You let out a shaky breath. He’s right, you shouldn’t but you don’t care. You’ll deal with the consequences later. Tonight all you want is him.

“My forbidden fantasy.” He whispers as he cups your breasts. His fingers slide under your bikini top finding your pebbled nipples. You arch into him. “Tell me to stop.” His voice is barely audible. It sounds almost like he’s begging you.

“I can’t, Loki. I want this so badly. I want you. Don’t you want this?” He continues tugging your nipples. “I want this more than my next breath. I’ll have you just this night.” He lifts you, carrying you to his bed. He places you gently on the satin sheets.

“Since this is all I get of you, if this is the only time we are together this way, I’m going to savor it. Every inch of you. Everything you have to offer.” He pulls on the flimsy fabric of your top. The material snaps in his powerful hand.

He lowers his head to your chest taking a hardened peak into his mouth. He settles between your legs, removing the rest of your bikini. He presses a soft kiss to your thigh. You are almost shaking with anticipation.

He dives right in, flattening his tongue against you. He fastens his lips around your clit gently sucking. Your hands tangle in his dark curls. You hold his head as if it’s the only thing keeping you here on Earth. You’re sure if you let go, you would float away.

He moves his hot muscle in quick flicks over your clit. One of his hands finds your chest, rolling a nipple between skilled fingers. The other is on your hip, his fingers digging into your skin. He swirls his tongue in a pattern that blurs your vision. You writhe against his face as you explode.

He looks up at you, his lips turned upward in a cocky grin. He’s never been more attractive than right now. Propped between your legs, his mouth covered in your arousal. “I need more.” He states with all the seriousness he can muster. He spreads your trembling thighs once more.

His tongue parts your swollen folds, gliding through you with ease. Loki is ravenous. He eats you like you’re the first meal he’s had in weeks. His face is pressed to you so closely, you’re not sure how he’s even breathing. You know he is from the moans coming from between your legs. He’s not satisfied until you come a second time.

He lays his head on your thighs letting you catch your breath. You play with the messy curls splayed against you. “I’m glad you don’t want to make this a regular thing. If we did this often, I would fall in love with you.” You’re joking, but there is a lot of truth to it. You laugh, but his expression changes as if he is really contemplating your words.

He places a tender kiss on the inside of your wrist. “I’m not capable of love, darling. But if I was…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, instead he lines himself up at your entrance, pushing into you slowly. You release the breath you didn’t know you were holding. He rocks into you with slow, deep thrusts. You buck against him, needing more.

“My needy girl, perhaps you would like this better.” You gasp as he suddenly flips you. His back is now the one against the mattress. You grind down on his lap. You decide to try something different, swaying forward and back. Loki watched intently.

“Sorry. This probably isn’t doing anything for you, is it?” You pause your movements waiting for his answer. “This is everything. I want you to take your pleasure from me.” He grips your hips, rocking you back and forth on his hard cock. The angle hits your g-spot, causing you to cry out his name. You grip his shoulders for support. He continues controlling your movements until you shatter once more.

Loki finds his place on top of you claiming you again. He handles you like you’re the most delicate, precious thing in the world to him. Like he’s afraid you will break with one wrong move. He slips his hand between you, his finger tracing your clit. He sinks into you deeper burying his face against your neck.

You claw at his back, moaning his name with each tilt of his hips. “Can you come for me once more, love?” You sigh. You’re so exhausted. You think another orgasm might kill you. “I don’t think I can, Loki.” His fingers move faster, in time with his thrusts. “Just one more. Will you try for me?” You confirm that you will. His next movement deliciously brushes your walls, hitting your sweet spot again.

You gasp his name with such longing, it makes his heart soar. You come apart at the same time losing yourselves in each other. He presses gentle kisses to your neck, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. “That’s it, such a good girl for me.” Once you’ve both come down from your high, he takes his place beside you. You’re smiling so widely you’re sure you resemble a creepy clown.

He smiles back taking in your appearance. Your disheveled hair, the flush of your cheeks. He was sure you’d never been more beautiful. It was like Valhalla having you for the first time. It had never been like this. Then he realized what he feared most was true. Fiona was wrong. He would never get over this. He would never be able to get you out of his system.

You notice his smile falters. You interpret it as him wanting you to leave now that you were done. Even though it couldn’t be further from the truth. “So is this the part where you kick me out and tell me it was all a huge mistake? That you regret it and we can never talk about it again?”

Loki takes your hand in his, entwining your fingers. “I’ve made plenty mistakes in my life, but this is not one. I swear it. I could never regret this, regret you.” He looks at you with such vulnerability. You’d never seen him like this before.

You know he doesn’t actually mean it. He is the god of lies after all. It’s probably something he says to everyone he sleeps with, but it’s too late. His sweet words take root in the depths of your heart, even though they shouldn’t.

He wraps his arms around you, snuggling in to you. You close your eyes, enjoying being this close to him. If this is all you’ll ever have with him, you want it to last.

Loki knows he should let you go. He should leave you and go sleep on his couch, or throw you out like you had suggested. But that only makes him hold you tighter.

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