#Trade fair tours

[sampilled]

I can defend Taylor for a lot but I cannot!!! Defend her merch

[jinxthequeergirl]

The Ol switcharoo (pt3)

Stan pines x reader/ ford pines x reader

Summary: 30 years pass and you meet stanfords family.

Warning: NONE

Sorry for another short chapter. Consider this a filler episode. Chapter four should be better.

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30 years is a long time.

You can do a lot in that time.

You can live a lot of different lives in 30 years.

You started cutting your hair in that time, Stanford taught you to box, You'd gone on many different adventures. Most of which you often questioned the legality of, but they still made you laugh.

Now you mainly tended to the Mystery shack no more adventures, you wondered as you sat on the couch next to Stanford when you'd gotten so old. And when your life had changed so much.

You had almost forgotten all about anything before your family vacation. you and Stanford had grown into a pretty comfortable life together. You wouldn't lie you'd come to love the life you've grown into with him.

But you've also missed the adventures you used to go on, finding monsters , exploring the unknown.

But you were only met with gluing eyeballs to pieces of plastic halloween decorations and making up stories to make out of towns folk get a good laugh in.

You had tried to find Stanfords journals just to "relive the glory days" but with no luck.

You were never sure what happened to them, if he had accidentally tossed them out, if he had lost them himself or if that was part of what happened while you where away. Either way you stopped looking. You never asked about them either.

Stanford seemed to really enjoy his life with you too, you never got the idea he wanted to turn back or like he was waiting for some big adventure.

"This may sound corny but you and the mystery shack are my big adventure...I wouldn't trade you or the old shack for anything y/n. Not. For. ANYTHING."

So you stopped worrying yourself with the journals or the old research, let alone the real monsters that lurked in the woods.

You hunkered down, sold stories and bumper stickers in your matching suits and watched night time television before falling asleep on top of eachother every night.

This was the routine you'd fallen into. You found it odd if you had to sleep without Stanfords shoulder as your pillow or his jolt of laughter before he realized you fell asleep. It was odd for both of you to not debate who got giftshop duity over tour duties. (You always got gift shop.)

It was odd when a pair of twins arrived on your front lawn.

"You never talk about your family." You said following Stanford down the stairs to meet them. "Sure I do." He said clearly a little nervous.

"Mmm no...I didn't know you had a sister! Let alone great neices and nephews!..excuse us, Soos." You say almost chasing him through the gift shop almost knocking soos over.

He paused as both of you looked out the little door window at them. "Listen...I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my family... to be fair... we aren't really close..but somethings came up and-" You could see his stress building up as he tried to piece together something that made you understand how important it was to make a good impression on those kids.

You placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm here with you... you can explain it all later, but right now, I'm right by your side, like always." He smiled and placed a hand on top of yours.

Before heading outside to me, you are in tow.

"I DIDN'T KNOW I HAD A GREAT AUNT! A GRANT!? A GRRR...GRAUNT!?" The girl in the pair shouted excitedly after stan had introduced you to them.

"That's cause you don't. We aren't married y/ns a friend."

You laughed at the girl who energetically and enthusiastically introduced herself as Mable. The introduction was followed by several need to know now questions, all of which would later be scribbled onto a paper for you to fill out and return to her.

☆what's your favorite color

☆ do you like my grunkle stan?

☆if you were a magical creature, what would you be? Why? WHAT WOULD I BE? why?

☆do you LOOOOVEEE grunkle stan?

☆opinion on stickers?

"Alright, you two leys get you up to your room for the summer." Stan said, pulling Mable away from you and grabbing her bags.

You grabbed the second set of bags and followed stan and the two kids.

"Dipper, right?" You asked the boy who fell in line with you "oh yea! Yep that's me!" He laughed nervously.

"Very cool name,I like your hat by the way." You prayed you didn't seem like you were trying too hard to get them to like you.

"So you and grunkle stan run this place?" Dipper asked, looking at all your hot glue collages as Stanford decided to give them the grand tour before their room.

"Yup." You nodded.

"What's the point? Isn't this all fake? I mean... I can see the string on the invisible man's glasses." He said pointing out the attraction as you passed.

"Oh c'mon Dipper, how could you not love the jackalope!? Is he a deer? Is he a rabbit? I can't tell!" Mable said, carrying the creature in her arms like a teddy bear.

"I just don't get it? Why lie to people when I'm sure there has to be something real out there!"

You smiled at him. He sounded like you when you were a kid...he sounded more like Stanford before the shack. "You like the supernatural?" You asked.

"Oh yea, dippers a huge nerd he loves all that junk!" Mable said punching her brother in the shoulder.

"Oh, here we go! Don't get this one started on mystery and supernatural boogie men!" Stanford said, stopping to join your conversation.

"Y/n used to be big on hunting and looking for stuff like this." He said, wrapping his arm around you. "Used too...I haven't in over 30 years...it got too complicated." You opted to give them a simple answer as to why you stopped.

"Really!? That's so cool!" Dipper exclaimed. "If you ever need someone to go on adventures with, you can trust me."

Over the upcoming weeks, it was slightly rocky with the kids getting settled in, but eventually, they started warming up to the shack as well as yourself and Stanford.

You were quite pleased to have their company, actually. You felt something change in your everyday lives when they entered the shack.

"Depending on who you ask." You said continuing your story as you placed plates in front of the kids. "Your grunkle and I are married." The kids gasped. "Only through some silly machine in Vegas it wasn't real there was this one time -"

Stan chuckled to himself as you told the story of your fake marriage in Vegas as he watched the three of you laugh in the kitchen.

He smiled. Watching you frantically move your arms to further dramatice the story, a certain shine he'd noticed had been missing from your eyes for a few years now. You had it when he'd met you.

The same day, he knew things would be different for him. They HAD been different. You accepted him for everything he was. You went along with his crazy shenanigans. You gave up a whole life for him.

He remembered the birthday parties you had thrown for him. Even if you were the only person to be there for him.

He knew after a few years of you doing so that you would always be the only one there. He had the strangest feeling the night of his 35 birthday when he realized this.

He lied awake in bed, staring at the ceiling when it occurred to him what the feeling was.

"Oh no."

He quietly snuck away from you and the kids, still hearing your laughter erupt through the house behind him. He made his way into the darkened gift shop and punched a code into the vending machine, and went down to the basement he swore to you he'd destroyed.

30 years, and all he had offered you was lies. After all you'd done for him after all the care you'd shown him after all you had sacrificed. He just wanted you to have a normal life. A good life.

Not something he had fabricated.

He spent most of his time thinking about the large machine that still sat in his basement, the other half worrying about you. If he was giving a good life if he was soing as good a job being in your life as you had done for him.

He worried about what might happen when, IF he was able to pull of bringing his brother back.

How would you react to being lied to for 30 years. Maybe you did really feel the same way he had felt about you for years and you would forgive him.

In order for that to work, he'd have to actually admit his feelings to you.

He wanted to, he also wanted do a lot more for you in the 30 years you'd been together but always failed before he could make a move or do anything really. He pushed aside a notepad filled with ideas of kind gestures he could do for you (most of which were crossed out) and replaced the space with the journal Ford had left him.

He would get it right.

All of it.

Eventually.

Then again.

He could always ask Mable.

While you laughed with two kids at a dinner table and Stanley beat himself up about lying and tried to rebuild his life.

The real Stanford pines sat out there amongst the stars with nothing but a creased photo of the two of you and wondered why it was taking you so long to find him.

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[verstappen-cult]

ATTENDING THE ERAS TOUR WITH THE BOYS | F1 GRID

★ — LANDO NORRIS (4)

lando suggests you wear matching outfits because he’s seen how everyone dress up so cool to go to the concert and he wants you both to experience what it means going to the eras tour, from start to finish. he blares all taylor’s albums while you get ready and in the car ride to the stadium, he knows probably half of the lyrics but his excitement is so cute you don’t tell him how he’s singing pretty like a devil instead of grinning like a devil.

★ — CHARLES LECLERC (16)

charles doesn’t consider himself as a huge swiftie, of course he knows a few of taylor’s songs but that’s it. however, when you asked him if he’d be your date for the concert, his high rate went up to the roof. seeing the taylor swift live? for the first time ever? and at the eras tour? he tried very hard not to show how happy and excited that made him feel and he was… not too successful. he sings with you during the concert, and happily listens to you talk about your favorite part while you drive back home.

★ — OSCAR PIASTRI (81)

when oscar bought you the tickets, he was expecting you to go with one of your friends, not to hug him and kiss him and practically scream how excited you were to attend the concert with him. oscar knows nothing about taylor swift, he’s heard a few songs because who hasn’t? so a few days before the big day you sit him in front of the tv, a power point that reads ‘all you need to know about taylor swift’ on the screen. if by the end of the presentation he goes to spotify to listen to reputation, that’s his problem. he spends the entire concert looking at you, he knows taylor is a big deal to a lot of people but he couldn’t care less when he has you smiling and shouting and looking so happy by his side.

★ — MAX VERSTAPPEN (33/1)

you and max started dating thanks to a taylor swift song, so when he learnt about the eras tour he didn’t hesitate, not for a second, and bought the tickets. it was meant to be a surprise for your birthday but he couldn’t keep the secret and told you the same night. he’s not good at keeping secrets, okay. what’s he’s also not very good at: arts and crafts, so he simply sat down on the couch, pressed play to miss americana and watched you make some friendship bracelets. his favorite was the one you made for yourself with his racing number on it. he spent such a good time at the concert, and got to trade a bunch of friendship bracelets too.

★ — ALEX ALBON (23)

alex is a swiftie thanks to you. one day he asked you who she was, the next one he was being introduced to the whole taylor swift lore. it was only fair that he stayed up all night trying to buy tickets to the eras tour with you. alex spent the weeks leading up to the concert listening to you talk about how excited you were. and if he’s honest, he was excited too. taylor is a big part of your life together and knowing that you two share it and can enjoy it together makes him feel pretty lucky.

★ — DANIEL RICCIARDO (3)

who was more excited to go to the eras tour… you or daniel? hard to say, really. he cries during all too well, even though he doesn’t admit it, he has something in his eyes right at that moment; believe him. daniel gets a lot of compliments for his outfit and goes viral, because what is a formula one driver doing at the eras tour wearing a sparkly suit? daniel doesn’t care about anything but to enjoy with you and kiss you when she sings lover. and love story. and enchanted.

★ — MICK SCHUMACHER (47)

mick is like a puppy. if you tell him something, he’ll do it right away. he can’t say no to you, not when you have those big and pretty eyes looking at him with that look that has his heart melting. mick is very nervous the day of the concert but when you ask him what’s wrong he just tells you he’s excited. you don’t ask again because next thing you know taylor’s on stage and the whole stadium is going crazy. when taylor sings ‘he knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring’ everyone around you goes crazy, and when you look to the left there he is, your boyfriend, kneeling on the ground with his pretty smile and a ring.

© VERSTAPPEN-CULT ⎯ do not repost, translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own.

[girliism]

girl dad!art who enjoys waking up extra early to make you and your daughter character pancakes.

art made a promise to himself that after retiring he’d commit time to being a stay at home dad. and he loves it, all the mundane things he use to miss out on.

he would spent hours practicing on your daughters hair. trying all kinds of braids and ponytails even though it ended up a tangled mess that you had to comb out the sounds of your husband and daughters laughter was worth it.

there use to times when art would go on tour where you and your daughter would curl up together both missing him deeply.

your daughter often ranted to you about how she felt as though she knew her dad only through pictures and phone calls. your heart broke for her. the next day you at arts hotel room watching his eyes well up with tears as you told him what you daughter muttered to you in her sleepy haze.

the next day he was having a long talk with tashi about how this would be his last tour. his daughter needed him and he intended on being there.

and so early mornings on the court was traded in for carpooling lily and his daughter to school.

don’t get him wrong he still plays tennis he’s not letting their at home court go to waste. dragging his daughter on the court laughing when she whines about him not playing fair. “daddy, you said you’d go easy.” she pouts lose curls pulled up into a ponytail. “i know i know, i’m sorry. you ready for the next serve?”

something art never thought he’d find interest in was cooking, but he loves it. he especially loves the face you make when you come home to a fancy dinner your daughter spending the night at tashi’s house meaning just you and art are home.

slightly tipsy off the red wine stomach full from dinner and skin all soft and smooth from the bath the two of you just shared. you and art end the night tangled up together under the sheet lazy kisses and thrust.

“i love you” “i love you too, art”

(i love girl dad art so much i just know he’s like the best husband and father ☹️)

[crippl-hacker]

Wheelchair Tour!!

This is the back of my chair!

This is a close up of the top left. I got the clay unicorn pin from a trinket swap at a convention (wear a mask!!). I got the D20 pin at the same con! The Howl’s Moving Castle was a gift from my first girlfriend. I made the rainbow infinity patch myself using acrylic paint pens and embroidery floss.

This is a Deny Defend Depose pin I got from trading with someone on TikTok!

I have the bongo cat that I got from trading pins with a fellow punk, severed limbs black knight (a favorite of mine), a supernatural pin that I got from trading my RA at Job Corps, a hunk pin that my sister got me, and the disability pride flag.

I have a Khalo pin that I got from a convention, and a crafty patch that I got from trading my ‘All Cops are Bastards’ patch that a friend and I made.

My mom got me this salt girl resist patch on a vacation in New York City.

I got orange push rim covers to match my chair and fulfill my orange aesthetic.

This is a space creature sticker I got at a street fair in the southwest!

I got this Bigfoot sticker in the SeaTac airport - I am a Bigfoot enthusiast so I had to have it.

I love Dino nuggets - they are a safe food for me. Gotta bring out the vibe!

[majoryeager104]

I NEED MORE TOUYA HEADCANNONS PLEASEEEEEEEEW

AHHH OK IM ON IT RN HERE U GO <3

Summary: Touya random hcs w and w/o s/o

Warnings: Language, Touya being too precious for this realm

He definitely has a teddy bear from childhood that he stole from the house after he woke up from his coma

It has a few little burn marks on it, but he thinks that gives it character

Can’t fall asleep without it 

Unless he has you, but still

That teddy bear is always within arms reach when he’s trying to sleep

One time Toga found it when she snuck into his room for a jacket cos she was cold

She’s been sworn to secrecy (he threatened to burn up her cardigan collection)

The first time you slept in his room, you asked about it

At first he was defensive

Like “yeah it’s mine tf u gonna do about it”

But then one day he walked in to see you asleep on his bed

Cuddling his teddy bear

He coulda died then and there

Definitely one of the very few pictures he has on his phone

Because he’s barely on that thing

It’s probably not the first one he’s had

I bet he accidentally burns them up on missions

So he just never takes it with him anywhere

Which always scares the shit out of you

Bc what’s the point of having it otherwise

You didn’t get it till he showed you all the pictures he had of you on there, and you realized he just didn’t want to lose them

Bc it’s a burner phone, so he doesn’t use it for much else

He has another phone for work, but that’s the one he keeps for pictures of you

And all the videos and memes you send him

He looks at them like a week after you send them

Yes he’s one of those 🧍

But he does look at every single one 

You make him playlists too, and he DEFINITELY listens to those

Bc he’s music addicted (might be a bit of projection hehe)

But yeah

It’s just a whole phone he keeps just for you

He wants those videos, memes, playlists, and cute photos of you bc he’s scared that one day he won’t have you anymore

But he’d never say any of that out loud

Even though he knows you’d understand 

Bc he’s scared 

Moving on before I cry 

He’d like Taylor Swift 

Hear me out guys

The emotional lyrics? The topic of betrayal? The style? The vibe? He’d love it. (Secretly ofc)

He’s literally “who’s afraid of little old me”

Like I can see him singing “The smallest man who ever lived” while crying in the car

“WERE YOU SENT BY SOMEONE 😭😭😭WHO WANTED ME DEAAD”

He’d secretly adore her country eras too

And you may or may not have dragged him to the Eras tour

And he may or may not have secretly been looking forward to it

He wore all black (he’s literally reputation) and ended up with a shit ton of friendship bracelets by the end of the night

He still has them

Tucked away in a drawer 

never to be seen by anyone else

But you ofc because the two of you trade

Moving on tho hehe

He’d be either a heavy af sleeper, or a light af sleeper

No in between

Like hes either not moving or he’s not sleeping. 

Maybe both

He probably watches you sleep when he can’t though

And if you have a nightmare he’d wake you up and get you water

And if he had a nightmare, he’d either wake up in a panic and just lay on top of you

Or you’d wake him up, and he’d still lay on top of you

You’re his personal pillow now

But he’s your heating pad 

So it’s fair. 

(He’s also this song tbh lmaooo and all the songs I mentioned are from TTPD but that’s because the album is so Touya coded ughhh 😭😭😭)

[mcrvel]

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Details under the read me :)

NFL Compliant: Verified directly with venues, this bag meets regulations while keeping a practical size. NFL TOUR BAG ALLOWANCE GUIDE on our website

Mini Size available for Seattle and LA allowances - Please note, these are extremely limited and do not have as much stock allowance as the Deluxe bags. Due to this, we are only releasing the mini during public sales, as we want everyone to have a fair go.

Spacious & Secure: Unlike other tiny NFL-approved bags, ours is designed to hold all your merch and keep it safe—even in the pit!

Member Chain: Turns into a bracelet for you to wear during or after the show and have as a keepsake! (this item has already been upgraded, see last photo)

Extra Spacious Design: More room for your merch and essentials. (Fits 2 shirts, 1 cap in the back with space for freebie trades, keeping the front for your personal items! [or even more merch])

Customisable: Add Chains, Keyrings, Photocard holders to your bag to make it completely yours. (As shown in photos)

Exclusive Keepsake Ticket Freebie: Modelled off the Japan leg VIP ticket, you can now have your very own keepsake customised to your concert location!

ATE Faux Leather Strap: To give your outfit that extra "pop" and keep the bag with a high quality look and feel

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rating: gen cw: food tags: no upside au, rockstar eddie, steddie as dads, long distance Christmas dinners, homesickness word count: 927

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt "alone"

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On the list of the top ten things in Eddie’s life that sounded better on paper, a winter tour through Scandinavia ranked pretty high. On paper, it sounded absolutely, mind-blowingly amazing. Their metal music was on a level Eddie couldn’t even aspire to yet, he was so not worthy. Or that's what he thought. The two-week tour sold out in a fair amount of cities. They were even asked to add extra dates. A total dream come true.

In reality, it was the first Christmas Eddie would be away from home. Ever. Not since he moved in for good had Eddie missed Christmas morning with Wayne. Even now, with a husband and two kids, Eddie dragged them all out to Wayne’s place Christmas Eve so everyone could spend the following morning eating Wayne’s trademark burnt pancakes and live the Norman Rockwell painting life.

Not to be too cheesy but Christmas was supposed to be spent with family. And It took him embarrassingly long to realize this tour got in the way of that. Eddie was so stoked to play in some of these clubs he’d been reading about for years that he forgot about traditions, family, and obligations.

No one brought him down to Earth either. Not one person pointed it out because they knew what this meant. They weren't going to stand in the way of Eddie’s dreams. So when the frantic call came in on the third night, somewhere in Denmark, Steve was armed and ready with a plan. He was always one step ahead.

While Eddie was buzzing with excitement, Steve had arranged everything. He roped Wayne in, did an ungodly amount of research, and (as always) eased every worry in Eddie’s head before he could voice it. This was an important opportunity, Steve understood. Still, he was going to make this Christmas as special as he could.

It started with a show of solidarity. Since they couldn’t all be together, everyone would be alone. As alone as Steve was willing to leave their kids, of course. But he wouldn’t take them out to Wayne’s until Eddie got back and they held Christmas part two.

Eddie wasn’t sure how he felt about his uncle being left alone but he also knew Steve would take the kids out there fifty times over winter break so it was one less trip, not abandonment. Plus he made Wayne promise to pop in and check on Steve.

As if the logic of it wasn’t enough, Steve went on to explain they’d all get on zoom. Which he would make sure Wayne was set up for. That wasn’t going to go smoothly, Steve was going to spend three solid days out there trying to explain how to turn the laptop on. Eddie made a mental note to call Dustin next, send in reinforcements.

Next was a menu that Steve curated with ingredients available in both places. The meal was a little off and not traditional but they’d never been a honey-baked ham family anyway. Erica and Max had apparently helped with this. They’d send over all the info on where to buy what as soon as Steve told them to.

All of this would build an individual dinner to be had in front of a screen. Something about being alone together. Which had Eddie wanting to invent something greater than marriage because it wasn’t commitment enough for him to be married to this man anymore. Anyone could get married.

With plans sorted, the tour carried on. It was everything Eddie wanted it to be and more. Something he was grateful for because missing Christmas and having the tour suck would have been too many pills to swallow.

Eddie begged, pleaded, and traded everything he had to get a room to himself. They had the day off so he spent it following Erica’s itinerary. A great itinerary but Eddie was pumped to call her and tell her she was off by an hour on the time difference. Thankfully, he paid attention enough to catch it.

He’d set up a festive backdrop, cooked his assigned meal, and sat in the zoom waiting room, ready for Steve to let him in. Of course, it happened while he made a mad dash to get his drink but Steve was smart enough to not let anyone else in yet.

“Having fun?” Steve asked, that same disgusting look of admiration he always had when Eddie was away.

“A little less today but you were ready for that.”

“I’m going to let the kids in before they come down here and click the button for me.”

It took a few seconds but a new square popped up and there sat their kids, both in the frame and giggling like they were up to something.

“What are you guys doing in the treehouse?” Eddie asked.

“Dad said we can’t be together for Christmas, that’s why we’re doing this,” their youngest said.

The older added, “And he wouldn’t let us go any farther.”

“Smart. Your dad is a smart man. What do you say we get gramps in here?”

The kids cheered and Steve must have been hovering over the button because Wayne’s square came in twice as fast as the kids. Dustin’s face took up most of the screen as he frantically waved but then disappeared.

Thousands of miles shrunk bit by bit as they listened to the kids tell stories about school and Wayne complained about his neighbors. The normalcy was almost better than the effort.

Each of them in an empty room but not alone.

[modelbus]

Could I request a Singer!Reader x Tommyinnit fic with the song ‘So American’ by Olivia Rodrigo? I think it would be cute if tommy bragged about reader on stream and she wrote songs about him <3

I assume you wanted a song fic, and if not… too late… whoops…

Pairing: Cc!Tommyinnit x Fem!Reader

So American

Drivin’ on the right-side road He says I’m pretty wearin’ his clothes

Tommy’s eyes are on the window, looking vaguely surprised every time that the Uber takes a turn and reaffirms that, yes, he is meant to be driving on the right side of the road. It was something he jokingly called “barbaric” when he first visited your parents with you, but now he simply gives you a disgusted look to confirm that his beliefs on it hasn't changed. 

His arm is over your shoulders, playing with a loose thread on your sweater. Technically, it’s his sweater, but you claimed it as your own this morning. You claim most of his clothes as your own, actually. You liked wearing his baggy sweaters, he liked seeing you in them. Your fans go wild for it.

A fair trade, in your opinion.

His clothes were softer than yours for some reason, and they smelled like him. Plus, he had about a gazillion sweaters. He could definitely afford to spare some for you.

“The fuck is that?” Tommy asks, squinting at someone in a chicken costume dancing on the roadside with a sign. “Are they a fucking chicken?”

“It’s advertising.” You explain, laughing at the look on his face.

“Take a photo, take a photo.” He directs you, barely waiting for you to get your phone out before he snatches it to take a photo while the Uber drives by. Then he flips the camera to take a selfie of you two, making a horrified look for the photo. You mimic his expression. “There, send it later, I’ll post it.” 

“Got it.” You take your phone back, zooming in on the photo of you two to see how you look in it. Your hair’s a little messy, but that's to be expected. It’s a long Uber ride, after all.

“You look pretty as always, stop inspecting the photo.” Tommy grins at you, yawning after.

“Yeah yeah.” Clicking your phone off, you drop your head onto his shoulder. “Whatever you say, Tom.”

“Damn right, whatever I say.”

And he laughs at all my jokes And he says I'm so American Oh, God, it's just not fair of him To make me feel this much

“This mod adds alligators to Minecraft.” Tommy says, showing you it.

He’s trying to find a collection of mods for a new modded Minecraft video, but he’s run through most of the good working ones. And he wasn’t receptive to downloading a virus for a video on the bad mods.

“What do you call an alligator in a vest?” You ask, looking back down at your phone. “An investigator.”

He stares at you. After a moment of silence, he snorts. “That was so shit. Never make a joke like that ever again.”

“You still laughed.”

“But it wasn’t funny.” He stresses. “It was a pity laugh. Your joke was pitiful.”

“So you say, but you laugh every fucking time.” You smile brightly at him: he can’t help but smile back.

“There aren’t even any fuckin’ alligators in England, man. You’re so American!” Tommy nudges you with his elbow, going back to scrolling through mods.

So American. A common insult, but he has a way of making it seem endearing. 

“And you’re so British.”

I'd go anywhere he goes And he says I'm so American

Tour life is exhausting. 

Traveling from place to place, staying in hotels that range from absolute shit to five stars, you start to wonder why on Earth you’re doing this. But, for all your complaints, you know Tommy is even more exhausted. After all, he’s the one performing damn near every day. And although he loves it, you know it’s draining.

So there you are. Waiting in the wings after every show, giving him a hug when he runs off stage. Enduring the same creaky hotel beds as he is, although he uses your body as a pillow while you use the hotel pillows. 

Despite it all, it’s incredible watching him shine. He’s in his element, sharing comedy and humor with the world. And every single show, he always seems awed at how many people show up.

You’re glad you get to be there to see him flourish and to support him through it. Even if you get stuck with the odd-job of trying to fit Freddy into a dog costume a few too many times for your liking. Even if Tommy drags you out onto the stage for bows despite your lack of being in the actual show and your protests.

Simply put, you’re happy to be wherever Tommy is. He inspires your songs, pages of your notebook filled with the mere idea of his stage presence.

Your fans are probably tired of it by now. You’re not.

I really love my bed, but, man, it's hard to sleep when he's with me When he's with me

“Turn the light off.” Tommy groans, face in a pillow and arm thrown over your stomach.

You glance at the light above the bed, the switch within arms reach. The hotel room is otherwise dark, matching the time of how late it is. And yet you can’t go to bed. With Tom next to you, your mind is racing, inspiration racing through your thoughts like lightning in your veins.

“I’m almost done.” You promise him, knowing you’re not. The notebook full of song lyrics and ideas is crammed full, the page you’re working on is half empty. It’ll be filled by morning.

“Bullshit.” He complains, blindly grabbing for the notebook and pen. He whacks you in the arm, making you shove him, and he finally gets his hands on your prized notebook. “Fucking thing.”

Yelping when he drops it off his side of the bed, you try to lean over him to grab it back. Instead, he acts like an octopus, throwing all his limbs around you like you’re a damn stuffed animal.

“Tom—“

“Light. Off.” He demands.

“I need my notebook—“

“Light.” He repeats slowly. “You have a recording tomorrow.”

“That doesn’t mean I need sleep.” You grumble, but reach out and flip the light off. The hotel room plunges into darkness, and Tommy makes an agreeable noise.

Within what seems like mere seconds, he’s out as easily as you had turned off the light. Exhausted from his stream earlier, no doubt. By all means, you should be exhausted too. Yet the warm body next to yours keeps you wide awake.

If you blink, or close your eyes, he might not be there in the morning. The best damn thing to ever happen to you, a British guy. You won’t lose him, or everything good he’s brought to you.

Laying your head on his arm, you stare blankly at the ceiling. Half-formed lyrics with no background music swirl around in your brain, pushing insistently at your cerebral cortex in a desperate bid to escape from being thoughts and becoming reality.

Tommy snores loudly, knocking you directly out of your thoughts. Laughing, you nudge him with your foot. He rolls, suffocating you with the way he ends up half atop you.

You’re more than happy to let him.

But ain't it love? I think I'm in love

Two steps forward, five back. Turn, flip your hair gracefully.

The metronome ticks in time with your moves, keeping count for you so you stay on time. Although you preferred the singing part of your job, you tough it out with your choreographer for dances. Besides, seeing it all come together is immensely satisfying.

“Run it through one more time girls!” Your choreographer, Elain, shouts with a clap of her hands. You scramble back to your spot, flyaway hairs already sticking to the back of your neck. Who needs a workout when you have dance?

By the time you’re finished with the last run through and take a break to chug some water, you’re dripping sweat. Attractive? No. But you worked damn hard, and it’s proof of that. All of your other dancers are sweating too, chatting between swigs of water.

You grab your phone, swiping it open to check your messages. Your manager was meant to email you about a certain venue sometime today, and you didn’t want to miss it.

But the second you open your phone, it vibrates with a call. A photo of you and Tom pops up, his name broadcasting across the screen. You smile automatically, knowing damn well he has your schedule memorized to call you during breaks.

“I thought you were streaming?” You ask, accepting it and raising it to your ear. One of your dancer wiggles her eyebrows at you, knowing exactly who it is.

“If only my man was that good to me.” Another girl jokes, laughing.

“I thought you were dancing.” Tommy snarks back on the phone. “Slacking, huh?”

“Oh, fuck off. I’d like to see you dance. Last time you broke a vase.” You lean against the wall.

“It was in a stupid place and it was fucking ugly.”

It was on a table, and it was flower-patterned.

“It was fine, Tom. You just can’t dance. Wait— I take that back. You ‘club girl’ dance.”

He gasps commercially, then starts shouting into the phone. “You bitch! I do not! I am a sexy sexy man while dancing!”

Your jerk your phone away from your ear, laughing despite the fact he probably just burst your eardrums.

“Break’s over!” Elain shouts, eyeballing you in particular. You nod at her, bringing your phone back to your ear. Luckily, Tommy’s stopped shouting.

“—Jack goddamn manifold is coming over for the stream, so I have to hide all your shit because I don’t trust him with it—“ Tommy is saying, rambling about a topic. You wish you could skip choreo to listen to him for ages, FaceTime him and watch while he talks. God, you miss him. You really should plan a visit to England again soon.

“Tom.” You cut him off. “Sorry, but I’ve got to get back to dancing.”

“Is it already—? Oh, yeah.” He sighs. “Fine, I guess I can let you leave my amazing presence. Call me after, or else.”

“Promise.” You assure him. “Love you.”

“Love you!” He echoes back enthusiastically.

You end the call, frowning down at your phone for a second. Definitely need to plan a new trip.

"Girl, stop frowning!" A dancer calls out to you, and you laugh, dropping your phone.

"Yeah yeah, I know."

You're lucky to be in love.

[skele-bunny]

Thinking about Aether and Dew baby...

This follows Calida's timeline!

CW - Pregnancy, Mentions of past Traumatic Pregnancy (but this is a fluff post!)

It's been a good few years, now. Calida now a rambunctious teenager, the ministry settled down while there's no tours for a good while. It's comfortable! The topic comes up one night, Dew settled in the bed with Aether on their day off together;

"Firefly?"

"Hm?"

"Promise you won't bite me if I ask something?" An eyebrow raise but Dew promises. "How would you feel about another baby?"

"Another?" Dewdrop sits up a little, resting more on the headboard as he grimaces some. "I dunno, Aeth... Calida's was rough as is. I had her early, and all the complications, and just the mental side of it? I'm not sure... Why?"

"Just been thinking, that's all. Maybe something in the air, all the babies I've been helping deliver with the siblings. I dunno either. Just thought, maybe, it would be nice to have tiny feet running through the den again."

Dewdrop just chews his lip and nods, eventually going into silence before going to the bathroom suddenly. Closes the door and stares at himself in the mirror for a bit, so many thoughts racing. He doesn't realize how long it's been until Aether knocks to check on him, Dew opening the door and looking up, holding his breath.

"Okay."

"Okay, what?"

"Let's have another. But on my conditions."

"What- Oh, okay! What's your conditions?" Aether can't help his tail wagging.

"We're gonna go talk to my therapist and double, triple, fucking quad check that this isn't just a breeding thing for you... A-and I only want you, or Phil, or- or just that really nice midwife you introduced me to at the Halloween party, Alexa... If... If I get pregnant again. No one else."

Aether just nods, taking Dewdrop's hand, leading him back to bed. "Those are all reasonable. I can call for an appointment in the morning. Sound fair?"

"Yeah... Sounds fair."

It's about two months worth of sessions, both privately and together, making sure that YES. They want this! Dew is mentally ready for this again, Aether isn't in some kink phase, etc. They even talk to Calida who's more than excited about a little sibling! Dewy gets off his testosterone and starts taking supplements, and circles his first heat for them to start trying. They keep everything quiet for a while, and even more months of failed attempts to conceive. It's about month four when Dew wakes Aether up, sitting on his lap with two positive pregnancy tests.

They're SO fucking excited but keep their expectations mellow. Dewdrop's health has much changed since Calida, plus they don't know if the egg will fully stay intact. Still, it is exciting for Aether to smell how fruity Dewdrop is. Constantly scenting him to see if there's any changes but also to cover the smell around the others. Every night Aether has his eyes full of stars and a gentle hand on Dew's stomach, whispering to Dewy what he sees, how small it is, but still so full of fluids and cells.

Two months, they agree to tell the others. It goes as they expect, excitement and extra affection, a ghoul pile that even Copia makes time to join.

"Have you started thinking about names or anything like that?" Sunny is laying her head on Dew's thigh, smiling SO wide.

"No, not just yet. Things can still change so we're waiting at least until near the end of the second trimester."

"Makes sense," Swiss chimes in. "Does Calida know?"

Aether is the one to laugh, leaning over. "That girl scared the birds away from how excited she got. She was the first to know."

Now, Dewdrop wouldn't trade Calida for the world. But he wishes he had this gentleness when he was expecting her. The kindness and a huge pack so that he doesn't have to strain and try to keep up, that he knew early, how accommodating everything's been. There's times he'll just hold his stomach and look in the mirror, so much deja vu of when he did it in hotel bathrooms while on tour. Speaking to Calida and telling her she was going to be the light of his life, and now he's doing it again. Just another piece for a puzzle he didn't know wasn't completed yet.

He's put on bed rest once more, too many high risks going on, and he starts eventually experiencing... Symptoms.

"What do you mean they're weird?"

"They're just fucking weird, Aether! Just, okay, tickle me."

He blinks. "You hate being tickled."

"I know! Just do it!"

He shrugs and does a little wiggle of his fingers before attacking Dew's sides and armpits. Listening to him squeal and laugh, grimacing and eventually - the TV turns on. Aether is staring at it while Dew catches his breath.

"See? Weird fucking shit! If I sneeze the lights turn on and off, when I get headaches my phone's battery dies, and like... It's so strange!"

Aether whistles a little, rubbing the back of his neck. "Oh we're so having a quint."

"Huh?"

Aether looks him dead in the eyes, but a big goofy smile. "You're having magick surges. Little bit is reacting to you, and quintessence is a hell of a thing. Starts while still in the womb, my mother in the pit had almost the same things happening. Less technology and more of like, levitation. We're having a quint!"

Dew blinks before breaking into cries. "Woah, woah! What's wrong, my love?"

"I'm gonna look like a fucking watermelon you ass-wipe!" Hitting him softly but still crying.

Poor thing isn't even six months yet, but he looks like he's eight! Mumbling about his feet hurting, his legs more swollen than normal, cravings that are insanity to even be thought of. It's when he's in the nursery, tying ribbons on the crib when he gasps at a feeling, holding his stomach... It happens again.

He doesn't even get the full trill out before Cumulus and Mountain are RAMMING into that door.

"What's wrong?!"

But, he's smiling, beckoning them over. Takes both of their hands and puts it on his bump, shushing them every time they try to ask. There's a kick and their eyes go wide, Dew just as much. It's much softer than normal kicks, but that's to be expected from the egg sack still around them.

Then, finally, a gender reveal. Expecting a tiny little girl, Aether excited as he's always been a girl dad, adjusting some of the things in the nursery to match her.

"Teddy."

"Hm?"

Dew is playing with a tiny onesie, keeping his eyes locked on it. "What do you think of the name Starshine?"

"Starshine?"

"Yeah," his thumb going over the embroidered star on the onesie. "For our daughter."

Aether hums, thinking it over a little before he nods. "Yeah... Yeah, I like that."

He makes it to full term, after an agonizing day and a half of his water being broken and no dilation. Clutching to Aether and Mountain, Alexa between his knees to help course their daughter out. Mountain's fur is sticking up from the amount of electricity from Dew holding him, then with how hot he is. There's a bit of a power surge at the final push before the lights come back. Dewdrop sobbing as he dead weights against the two, staring at the ceiling but ears completely focused on Starshine's mad cries as she's cut from the sack.

Good god they though Mountain was furry? That poor girl is gonna need haircuts WEEKLY. Aether and Dew laughing a bit as they're holding this purple blob of fur, some soft white on her belly and in her ears. Hair blonde, just like Dewdrop's.

Mountain congratulating them and helping Alexa clean up a little while the new parents again bask in the afterglow with their new daughter :3

[keenenthusiastinfluencer]

Since I’m in the spirit of the season I thought I’d gift some of my audios from this year feel free to trade and gift as normal

Evita Leicester Curve January 11 2024

Martha Kirby (Eva Peron) Harry Chandler (u/s Che) Gary Milner (Peron) Dan Partridge (Magaldi) Chumisa Dornford-May (Perons Mistress)

Harry’s only performance as Che

Evita Leicester Curve January 13 2024

Martha Kirby (Eva Peron) Tyrone Huntley (Che) Gary Milner (Peron) Dan Partridge (Magaldi) Chumisa Dornford-May (Perons mistress)

A Chorus Line UK tour July 13 2024

Adam Cooper (Zach) Carly Mercedes Dyer (Cassie) Jocasta Almgill (Diana) Lydia Bannister (Bebe) Bradley Delarosbel (Greg) Archie Durant (Mark) Joshua Lay (Al) Katie Lee (Kristine) Mireia Mambo (Richie) Kanako Nakano (Judy) Manuel Pacific (Paul) Ashley Jordan Packer (Paul) Kate Parr (Maggie) Rachel Jayne Picar (Connie) Chloe Saunders ((Val Clarke) Toby Seddon (Bobby) Amy Thornton (Sheila) Louie Wood (Don)

Zach calls on Bobby first instead of Mike leading to the song that I can do being cut

Phantom of the opera West End July 20 2024

Jon Robyns (the Phantom of the opera) Chumisa Dornford-May (alt.Christine daae) Joe Griffiths-Brown (Raoul vicomte de chagny) Kelly Glyptis (Carlotta) Samuel Haughton (u/sAndre) Matt Harrop (Firmin) Simon Whitaker (u/s Piangi) Francesca Ellks(Madame Giry) Maiya Hikasa (Meg Giry)

les Miserables West end August 2 2024

Chris Jacobsen (alt. Jean Valjean) Jordan Simon Pollard (u/s Javert) Katie Hall (Fantine) Amena El-Kindy(Eponine’) Luke Kempner (thernardier) Bonnie Langford (t/r Madame thernardier) Jac Yarrow (t/r Marius) Lulu Mae Pears (Cosette) Djavan Van de Fliert (enjolras)

Les Miserables west end November 2 2024

Ian Mcintosh (Jean Valjean) Stewart Clarke (Javert) Anouk van Laake (Fantine) Amena El Kindy (Eponine) Luke Kempner (thernardier) Clare Machin (Madame thernardier) Jacob Dachtler (Marius) Annabelle Aquino (Cosette) Robson Broad (Enjolras)

Phantom of the opera West End November 2 2024

Dean Chisnall (The Phantom of the opera) Colleen Rose Curran ((u/s Christine Daae) Joe Griffiths-Brown (Raoul Vicomte de Changy) Joanna Ampill (Carlotta) Samuel Haughton (u/s Andre) Martin Ball (Firmin) Hywel Dowsell (u/s Piangi) Helen Hobson (Madame Giry) Millie Lyon (Meg Giry)

My Fair Lady Leicester Curve November 23 2024

Molly Lynch (Eliza Doolittle) David Seddon-Young (Henry Higgins) Minal Patel (Colonel Pickering) Steve Furst (Alfre P. Doolittle) Djavan van de Fliert (Freddy Eynsford-Hill) Cathy Tyson (Mrs Higgins) Sarah Moyle (Mrs Eynsford-Hill Mrs Pearce) Jonathan Dryden-Taylor (Harry) Ying ue Li (Jamie) Damian Buhagiar (Zoltan Kaparthy)

During get me to the church on time cast members run down the front row which is caught on the audio causing some disruption

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[oceansarepink]

"constant condescension, demands of service, and emotional abuse."

"constant condescension": do you mean the nicknames Stolas gave to Blitz where it shows the clash of POVs from both sides (Stolas POV he's just being tender and loving, but of course his oblivious ass raised in a classist family won't realize that, meanwhile from Blitz POV, where class weights way more on him, assumes he's being condescending, despite not being his intention and not being a reality either). But psh, screw that right? It's way better to oversimplify and say Stolas does it on purpose and is a big monster, surely that's the most intelligent way to go!

"demands of service": alright, it's another part of POV clash, because the so-called 'demands' are something that Blitz perhaps understands what his affair with Stolas is like, for obvious reason, he's a goetia, he's an imp, yada yada, power imbalance, logical reasons that explains why the foundation of Stolitz in the first place is messy and shouldn't ever be the base of an relationship and the reason ppl root for it is for them to get out of this but no you all just assume everyone wants them to create this narrative that 'Stolas is in the right Blitz in the wrong' when the NOT FUCKING STUPID people don't pick sides and conclude this was a trainwreck bound to happen, fans are just waiting for the resolution (which hasn't come yet)

Anyways back to my point about the so-called demands, as I explained why it's understandable Blitz views this way, this is also not an reality. Paying attention to Stolas language in Murder Family, fucked up context aside, he don't bring up consequences if Blitz didn't accept the trade neither mentioned his power to threat him to accept it either, he offered and even asked if it's fair, someone as powerful as Stolas could control Blitz easily, yet he doesn't and it shows a lot about his character, but of fucking course you all don't care about that, Stolas is a big meanie.

and lastly: emotional abuse.

What. Just what. Everything that's going on with Blitz right now is not Stolas fault, this overwhelming 'torture' for Blitz as shown in these episodes are because of the obvious fact of the MASSIVE self hatred Blitz holds against himself, which, guess what, was actually SOLVED in this episode with Millie's help. This was not a damage by Stolas, sure, it's the most recent wound and Blitz feels guilty not for falling up for him, despite him desiring that, but he just straight up refused consciously to sit and talk with Stolas seriously because he WANTED that pompous rich asshole projection he had of Stolas (that is shown on his Truth Seekers hallucination), and talking about that, YES, EVERYONE KNOWS THE STOLAS PERCEPTION OF BLITZ SHOWN IN THAT EPISODE IS FUCKED UP, is not by any means healthy and is just self degrading, Stolas social class by itself already does that but his words towards him he >unconsciously< fed this preconception;

I could discuss Stolitz for a while and explain the appeal to Stolitz is not their previous dynamic, as fun as it was to watch sometimes, most know those conditions are not the healthy base of an relationship, and no, Stolas arc is by any means resolved, him taking the action to end the transactional deal with Blitz is just an start, the episodes are setting up so much stuff about Stolas realizing more stuff and ACTUALLY CHANGE FR.

What do you think the Striker line towards him about how the royals take everything from 'us', Blitz ranting (which is not a calling Stolas out, it's a rant of feeling unfairly dismissed and how he's having his feelings being played), but regardless, mentioning his attitude towards other imps and Apology Tour description literally calling Stolas not being self aware enough, and it's the episodes where petty Stolas keep talking bs at the start (with an Blitz that refuses to talk seriously fr)

This misconception you all have that Stolitz fans think all this needs to happen is Blitz to confess, and that Stolas has nothing more to improve is just wrong. Just plain wrong. I love both of these characters and I hate seeing an enormous mischaracterization of both.

Let's see if you won't oversimplify all I just said

Not oversimplify, but to summarise how stolas fans excuse him:

(1) Not the nickname. The fact he is asked not to say it, but does anyway. Because it makes him feel good. That is condescending. He is screamed in his face how people feel, and he ignores them not because he is “oblivious” or “tender and loving” but because he wants them to feel something else. This is wilful ignorance.

His response to his abusive marriage and family he has no control over, is to control those he knows cannot say no to him, to make himself feel better. The same way he abuses drugs and absinthe. He does it to his own staff, his daughter in the LooLoo land episode causing her breakdown, which he later regretted. In general to all imp kind, hellhounds also. This is the toxic mindset of someone with pain, who has let his victim mentality go too far. He is exploiting his privilege, which he is perfectly aware that he has. “Being part of the Goetia family is rather valuable you know”

Oddly enough, despite his “oblivious” self….he knows not to act this way towards Paimon, Asmodeus, and Andrealphus. He uses respect for all three. Ever wonder why? Him and Stella are in a clear power struggle. How they use power is unstable. An explanation, not excuse, for how he acts. This isn’t a prince problem. This is a stolas problem. His trauma isn’t blitzos fault, but Blitzs trauma is caused by how stolas has behaved to him.

“His oblivious ass and being raised in a classist family won’t realise that” hm. Wont realise….what? But you say everything is all in blitzs head and not the reality at all? So what isn’t stolas realising???

…..Oh and these…which are not even all of them.

(2) Now hang on, you can’t just “yada yada” away a power dynamic that you recognise is the problem. Stolas can control blitz. You do not understand what the sexual abuse is here. You think the fact he could rape him even more, but doesn’t, is worthy of praise. I think what he’s already done to abuse his power, is worthy of disdain. You’re pretending this was consensual, but despite how pro stolas the narrative is, even they have to admit it was not. Stolas said it wasnt right for a reason. And you seem to take his reality and his truth as the only reality, so why make this exception. When someone says they were sexually abused, you don’t get to say “Well you’re wrong. That’s not the reality. Because he loves you, and he didn’t mean it. He’s doesn’t see it this way, he’s one of the good ones.”

That first sentence is a mess. They’re demands because “no” isn’t reasonably on the table. He had to beg him not to take his business away, he said he could fulfill the bargain. You and stolas are squeamishly in denial about it. It’s not that blitz doesn’t feel this way, and that it isn’t what happened, it’s that you wish he didn’t and you wish that it didn’t, you want to pretend it is “society” or blitzs mental illnesses or Blitzs dad. But never stolas and what he did.

Er….you are taking a side. You said everything blitz feels is not reality. The source being, his trauma, and because stolas doesn’t see it that way. This feels like accusing an abuser person of “hysteria”

The emotional abuse part was explained very clearly, stolas does all of these; shifts blame, denial, shames him for his past relationships, switches victim and offender, rewrites past events, dodges questions, uses hefty amounts of guilt tripping, projection, deflection, silent treatment, taunting, and torment. By comparison, Blitz yells at him not to dismiss him, says he behaves in a classist way, makes sex jokes, and says “fuck you” these are all reactions. Something called reactive abuse which is what victims do in frustration and lack of control. Like stolas screaming back at Stella. She almost always starts it. (Not counting one scene where the start of the fight is offscreen so I don’t know who did)

“This was not caused by stolas. Sure it was the most recent wound” bit of a self contradiction. The way stolas behaved was disgusting, and abusive, his combination of control and guilt tripping, caused a massive decline in blitzs confidence triggering a mental break. As stolas’ behaviour has done to him several times.

Did Blitz “not want to talk?” Or did stolas order him to leave three times, and kick him out by force the second time? And turn his back on him every single instance. Causing the angry “im not being listened to” response stolas always causes in people. No. It’s stolas who refuses to. And as you and I both know, he has all of the power.

Third last paragraph, Viv cannot allow blitz to be right about stolas, so she compares him to a more convenient “bad” example, Striker. Ppl want to pretend the problem is “society” and painting royals with the same brush like a meanie head, and pretend it’s not stolas’ fault cause he’s just “loving and tender and oblivious and silly” This is a massive case of denial and creators pet behaviour, that is even irritating the spindlehorse animators and non-Viv writers.

Second last paragraph, don’t tell me what I think lol?. Many of the fans say they actually do feel that way, it’s no misconception. In this message you are dodging stolas having any moments of malice at all, by using “trauma” and “blitz just sees it that way” as reasonings.

[phlonde-era]

I've seen around the idea that we might not get spooky week or gamingmas because of the tour (devastating honestly).

I think a fair trade is bringing back the liveshows. I don't think I can't live without dnp online content for that long.

(Also it would be super nice for all the people that can't go to the tour or the places they are not even going; so we can feel part of it still)

[joffyworld]

My apologies for sending an upstanding nomad through your land at such a time m'lord! The Minstrel Curlyfry twas a merchant of minor renown. I in hope to bring her to our "cult"'s midst and invited her to a tour of your fiefdom. Tis truly unfortunate she visited at such a time. Twas a mistake on my behest. I hope you may pardon me for the fair trade I mayhast have ruined. I wish not see your land in tatters like this, oh tell me Lord Joffy, how may I curry your favor once more. I swear my fealty to you, I shall fight under your banner and title m'lord, if only you may forgive me

You are forgiven lord Tharsis of house Car. You knew not of the strife that would plague our lands, nor of the brigands whomst tore at our gates. Your loyalty was never in question, and your honour has no fault in its shawl

You are one of my most trusted knights. Arise Ser Tharsis, I grant you a fifedom of your own as reward for your services.

May the Lord bless your harvests and give you bountiful riches beyond counting good ser. I bid you adieu, and good morrow

[sarnai4]

Context

I've been thinking about the lack of Ares myths and how the few that exist typically portray him in such a negative light...until you add a but of context. (Image from Epos Travel Tours)

For example, there's the story of him fighting Heracles. It makes it seem like he's pitiful for losing to the demigod, but there are some other variables. First off, the fight was because Ares was trying to avenge his son (who I will admit was a jerk and I don't blame Heracles for killing him). Still, grief and anger aren't good states of mind to fight in. Athena also was shielding Heracles from Ares’s attacks while the mortal's blows were allowed to land. So, yeah, just about everything was against Ares in that fight, but he's "a joke" for losing.

Then there's the net. I get it. Ares and Aphrodite got caught in a "compromising" position while going behind Hephaestus’s back. It's basically a tale to warn against adultery. Yet again, when you add context, it makes me sad. In the bulk of the stories I've found, Ares and Aphrodite are actually together first and have been for years. In these same stories, it's not as if Hephaestus won her heart and they got married. Aphrodite was given as a trade off for Hera after the goddess queen was trapped in her son's chair. I know that every story doesn't take this route, but it's worth mentioning. So, instead of it always being the simple case of two cheaters getting what they deserve, it can also be two people in love who were forced apart and then humiliated for still loving each other.

And then the jar. I have literally seen comments making fun of Ares for getting trapped. Nothing against the people since everyone's entitled to their own opinion, but in mine, this was another sad tale. Ares didn't just pick a fight, lose, and get stuck with some grape jelly for 13 months. There were giants who were trying to molest Hera and Artemis. Ares, on his own, tried to defend his mom and sister. Now, he's already outnumbered since there were 2 giants and I think it's fair to assume that fighting 1 giant isn't an easy task. Regardless, he went into this battle. Sadly, we have no idea what happened in the fight (if anyone has found stories involving the details, I'd be very grateful). We just know that he got captured and was gone for 13 months. We also don't really know what the jar was like. Maybe there were others inside who he had to fight against. Maybe he was just lost in the abyss for over a year. Either way, it was probably horrifying because it was a trap designed by giants who were vile enough to have intentions of taking wives without consent.

So, I understand that the stories are a mix from different people and that Ares isn't the most perfect example of a role model. Despite that, I don't think it's fair to portray him as such a monster all the time without seeing the other side of him. Is he violent? Yes, but he's also a devoted father, significant other, son, and brother. That should be remembered too.

[colbyskies]

Obsess Over Me

4.8K words Bill Kaulitz x Male Reader Bill confesses his feelings for his bandmate, sick of watching the way he touches a bunch of groupies the way he wishes he would touch him. After a night of clubbing, he asks M/n to take him to his hotel room, not able to hold himself back anymore.

It is their last show of the tour and thankfully David has granted them a few weeks of vacation to cool down and party. That starts tonight. No photoshoots, no interviews, no meet and greets or talk shows, they’re done for a couple months. They love the show business, but it gets overwhelming when you’re playing show after show after show with hardly any time to yourself. It’s exhausting, so any break, even if it’s two days, is taken like a one way ticket to paradise. 

The second the show ends and all the equipment is packed away, the five boys pack into the car and drive to the nearest club. They want to have some fun before they have to fly back home in a couple days. M/n is driving with Bill in the front seat and three other eager boys in the back. 

All the windows are open, the band preferring natural air over the AC while driving down the empty roads. Bill's dreads fly around his face in the wind, locks of black and white blocking his vision, yet he doesn’t care. He revels in the feeling of the cool air on his warm skin, still high on adrenaline and hot from the stage lights from the show. His fingers dance on the edge of the door where the window would be, watching the way the wind pushes his hand as he lays his head against the headrest, his eyes closed taking in the moment. 

M/n occasionally glances over to the singer at a red light or a stop, watching as the street lights or headlights from other cars brighten his complexion. Bill is beautiful, his makeup skills are something M/n admires, people always think Bill is weird for wearing makeup as a guy but M/n loves it. His skill with a makeup brush is something the other has never seen before, his style, and his hair. Out of all the time he’s known Bill, the way he looks right now has to be what M/n would consider his most beautiful style. 

The boys in the back seat are loud, either loudly singing with the music playing as background noise through the radio or excitedly talking over each other about plans for their vacation. Over the years M/n has grown used to the sound, he wouldn't trade it for the world. He loves the way that despite being around each other practically 24/7 there is still so much they can talk about. It is almost endearing how much they have to say to each other. 

It only took a few more minutes before M/n pulled into the parking lot for the club they all agreed upon. Taking one more look towards Bill, who is now looking back at him, he shuts the car off and steps out onto the pavement. He throws the keys to the car filled with their bodyguards who were forced to follow, knowing none of the band would be able to drive themselves home by the end of the night. He doesn’t know why he looked at Bill, but something made me want to. Made him want to memorize the way Bill looked in that moment. 

As soon as they step into the bar, they head towards a closed off booth in the corner of the club prepared for them. The venue knowing they were coming beforehand thanks to a call from their manager, something he did good for once. They love the fame but at the same time it has its downsides, like having to check over your shoulder every time you go out and watch for stalkers or paparazzi. Something they have all had their fair share of. 

They settle into the round booth, Georg going to get rounds for the whole table, some beer and shots go around bringing them to the brink of tipsy. Starting off the night to a good start. They make simple conversation with each other, talking about the tour and how the show went, any annoying things that happened. That section is mainly filled with complaints about David. 

Once all their minds are fuzzy, they leave the table looking for something—someone—to entertain them for the time they’re at the club. Each of them choose carefully who they want to bring back to the table, not necessarily picky, but wanting good options. Bill’s the only one who stays behind this time, telling the rest of the group he’s not in the mood. None of them think anything of it since it isn't the first time. Bill tends to leave himself out of the groupie party, occasionally dipping into fulfilling their fantasies of sleeping with a celebrity, but not as often as the others. To him, it doesn’t serve him the same purpose. He isn’t into having casual sex with random people he finds in a crowd or toying with the heart of a fan. He wants something more permanent and yeah every once in a while he might go out of his comfort zone, but tonight he has someone else on his mind. 

Tom usually takes the longest finding someone to spend the evening with, wanting someone he’s really attracted to. Someone not too loud, but talkative enough to hold conversation, not too dressed, but covered. Tom loves removing their clothes for them, it is his favourite part of the night as he has explained to the band many times in great detail. Slowly stripping the girl he’s with of her clothes as she whimpers for him to quicken his pace. He is a tease and he knows how much it drives every girl that has the opportunity to be under him insane. 

M/n is slightly picky as well, usually sticking to someone who has black hair, beautifully done black eye makeup, and dresses in tight clothes that hug each curve perfectly. Yet he tends to always ignore the fact that the majority of girls he brings back to his hotel room or into his bed look strikingly similar to his stunning singer.

As they take more shots and get more drunk with the girls and each other, they get more touchy. Moving from occasional light kisses on cheeks or lips, to collarbones or the parts of breasts exposed in their shirts. It always takes M/n a bit longer than the rest to get to the point where he's touching every part of her. Almost like he’s waiting for everyone else to be preoccupied before he starts to play his game. He takes pride in the way he can unravel anyone with just his eyes. Always waiting until the girl is practically begging him to touch her, watching as she eyes the rest of the guys, envious of what they’re doing with the girls they brought back to their little booth in the corner. 

Only then will he indulge in her desires. Starting at her lips, pressing his firmly against hers as he holds tightly onto the small of her waist, dragging small moans from the back of her throat. This time though he feels sharp eyes on him and he knows exactly who they belong to. He feels the others stare quite often when he decides he doesn’t want a girl's company like the rest of the band, instead watching as M/n brainwashes the girl at his disposal. M/n loves it, he loves the way Bill studies him.

Then he moves down her neck. Pushing her head softly with the tips of his fingers trailing gentle teasing kisses down the column of her neck, sucking once he reaches her clavicle. This always has the girl a whimpering mess, knowing that he's not giving them everything she wants, just the bare minimum of what they could have drives them through the roof. Though he is surprised to hear a muffled more boyish moan a little ways away from him. Deducting it to one of the others occupied with the woman they brought back he resists the urge to open his eyes to actually check. 

Continuing down the girl's chest, he reaches the top of her breasts, leaving feather-like kisses as he pushes her shirt further down wanting more access. As soon as she realizes what he wants, she helps him remove her breasts from their captivity, letting out the one closest to his mouth. Bill will never understand how someone could do something like this in the open. Let themselves be completely controlled in the public eye where anyone can see what they’re doing. 

M/n opens his eyes to look around the table, seeing the rest of the boys in a similar position as he is. Only to find Bill, who doesn't have a groupie wrapped around his finger, staring directly at him, one of his hands lost somewhere under the table, a blissful look on his face. M/n smirks, staring back at him before putting the girl's nipple in his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the bud like he would do if he were giving a blow job something he has done quite a few times. He hears the same groan he heard earlier and instantly connects the dots. Bill is turned on from watching M/n tease this poor girl and he's palming himself in his jeans as he watches. What a voyeur. 

He trails his kisses back up to the girls neck, now focussing on her collarbones. He loves Bill’s collarbones. The thought hits him suddenly, almost causing him to stop the motion of his mouth on the girl's beautifully pale skin. Skin that is a very similar colour to Bills. He moves his hand to the girl's inner thigh, teasing the sensitive skin with light touches that make her instinctively spread her legs. 

M/n watches as Bill bites his lips to suppress another moan, the singer imagining that it’s him M/n is playing with. His cock twitching at the idea of M/n’s hands all over him, controlling him, worshipping him, instead of some random groupie pulled from the crowd. The girl moans quite loud at the hidden actions of M/n’s hand under the table and Bill knows exactly what he’s doing. He snaps out of his fixation and gets up from the table, desperately needing a drink to forget everything he just did and will his dick to soften in his pants before he confesses to something he's not ready for. 

M/n doesn’t follow him, thank god, he doesn’t know what he would do to explain what just happened. Did M/n find it weird? But he watched him the entire time too, what does that mean? Anxious thoughts rush through Bill's head as he approaches the bar, ordering himself the strongest drink on the menu. 

He is only there for a few minutes before he feels a familiar presence next to him. “Why’d you leave?” The voice deep next to his ear almost makes him whimper at the feeling of warm breath fanning against the side of his neck. Unfortunately the music is so loud that they have to be close together in order to hear each other. Any other day Bill would be swooning at their proximity but right now he’s scared for M/n’s reaction of Bill’s actions. 

“Needed a drink,” he responds, he knows that M/n doesn’t buy it from the way he raises his eyebrow at him, but thankfully he doesn’t push. Bill is still hard and lusting after the other, trying his hardest to will away his thoughts, but he can’t stop from examining M/n.

The way his lips move so close to Bill’s face every time he talks to him, Bill would be lying if he said he is paying any attention to the words falling from his sinful mouth. Only imagining how his lips would feel pressing into his body, leaving him a mess beneath him. When M/n moves to take another sip from the drink in his hand Bill can’t help but watch the muscles in his arm flex with each movement, arms his wish would trap him against a bed. Or the way his eyes grow dark with lust when he talks about some groupie he fucked during their tour. 

God does Bill wish he would look at him like that. He wants the other to treat him like a groupie, throw him around in the bedroom then toss him out the next morning. He wants him to use him, but not just once and that’s one of the reasons Bill doesn’t advance on his desires. Bill wants him to be the only one M/n uses, that requires commitment. Commitment he fears M/n doesn’t have or isn’t ready for. He moves closer to M/n, pretending to not be able to hear another story from the tour, something he and Tom had done together. 

Bill shuts him up before grabbing his hand and dragging M/n to the face floor. The other following eagerly behind wanting Bill as much as the other wants him. Neither of them are in control of their actions, the drunken fog covering any rational part of their mind telling them not to. No one would care to notice two boys dancing on the floor drunk out of their minds in a cluster of people and if they did they’d think Bill is a girl. 

The two dance sensually, M/n occasionally grabbing a girl to dance with. Dancing behind her, her hands in his hair, and his lips attached to her neck, watching Bill as he kisses and sucks on her clavicle. His hands move up and down her sides, revelling in the way Bill watches his every move, from the way his hands trail to her breasts squeezing them to the way he buries his face in the girl's neck. He does this both to arouse Bill and to piss him off, M/n wanting nothing more than Bill to take what he wants. 

As soon as he’s done teasing Bill with another girl, Bill decides to be bold. He trips over his words, not out of nerves, but from the fog in his head. No rational side of himself holding him back from grabbing the back of M/n’s neck to put his lips right next to his ear. 

“Take me to your room,” he tries to whisper huskily, yet his voice fails him, coming out desperate and needy instead. M/n groans in response, holding himself back from jutting his hips into Bills. They can dance, but they can’t go further than that in the public eye, they both know it despite their drunk minds. 

“Go get the car,” M/n tells Bill, there’s no argument as Bill goes to do what he told him to. Walking outside he finds the car full of bodyguards and asks one of them to drive them back to the hotel. To which he groans but compiles, stepping out of the car and into the other the band took to the club. 

In the club, M/n tells the rest of the boys that he and Bill are heading back to the hotel getting a teasing comment about them being too pussy to stay from each of them. M/n snickers at them before heading out to the car knowing that what he’ll be getting tonight is far better than what any of them will be getting. 

The car ride back couldn’t be any longer, both of them desperate to lay their hands on each other. Their hard cock throb in the confinements of their jeans begging to be touched. It is almost torture, not being able to knowing that the bodyguard in the front seat can see their every move. As soon as they get to the hotel, the both of them run though the lobby, impatiently running up the stairs to the floor they’re staying on, and throwing themselves at M/n’s door. 

“Fuck.” M/n struggles to slip the key into the slot to open the door, his hands shaking with excitement. Of course Bill’s hands rubbing themselves along his shoulders and down his back until they’re pressing into his waist doesn’t help his focus. 

Finally he unlocks the door, getting the both of them inside before making sure all the locks are secured. It’s risky to do this, they both know that just as they both know that their manager has a key to their room and could get in at any time he wants. 

“Come on,” Bill whines at M/n’s slight hesitation, pulling him by his belt towards the bed. He presses his lips firmly on the others, “fuck me.” M/n brings his gaze to Bill's face, the look in his eyes anything but the innocent persona he puts on for the cameras. His cock throbs and he groans at the thought of fucking Bill hard into the mattress. His brain quickly generating images of Bill desperately moaning under him and begging him to fuck him harder.

He pushes Bill back until his knees hit the edge of the bed causing him to fall on his back, his white and black dreads sprawling out around his head like a halo. Bill is an angel. Neither of them have ever craved anyone so much in their lives. Bill sits up and starts to pull on the hem of M/n’s shirt, before easing it over his body in one swift motion. M/n returns the favour pulling off Bill's tight clothes, sticking to his body slightly from sweating while they danced. M/n presses himself into Bill, their warm chests touching as they kiss. 

Bill is still sitting at the end of the bed with M/n standing in front of him, both of his hands on Bill, one in his hair and the other on his neck. Both of Bill’s hands rest right above M/n’s hips, grabbing onto the flesh that resides just on the edge of his waist. M/n pushes Bill onto his back, guiding him further up the bed until his head is resting on the pillows. 

He kisses him roughly, Bill's lips smooth just like he expected them to be. Bill deepens the kiss forcing his tongue into M/n’s mouth, trying to take control. M/n moans at the taste of the other, vodka, cigarettes, and vanilla lip balm, a taste he’ll soon grow addicted to. 

Bill grows desperate, pulling M/n closer to him by his back. Whimpering into the kiss as it becomes more sloppy and breathy. His breathing is erratic, but he doesn’t want to pull away for air, wanting to feel M/n against him until his lungs forget to breathe. 

He doesn’t need to since M/n takes his opportunity to trail kisses down Bill’s neck the same way he did to those girls earlier. Teasing Bill in way’s he’s never been teased before, turning him inside out. His stomach flips the further M/n goes, the muscles in his abdomen flexing once he reaches right above his belly button. He kisses around it, like it’s sacred feeling the way Bill's stomach turns against his lips. M/n trails further, right above Bill’s hip where his star tattoo is. A tattoo M/n has always loved, he presses rough kisses to it, biting and licking the skin, leaving a purple mark in his wake. Bill is moaning desperately, rocking his hips into the other wanting nothing more than him to touch him. He’s never been so desperate for someone before. 

M/n comes back to Bill’s lips, diving into his mouth hungrily. His back arches off the bed, thrusting his hips into M/n’s moaning loudly at the contact he created. Bill digs his manicured nails into the others ribs needing more. 

“Please…I need you so fucking bad..take me M/n.” All of his words slur together this time not from drunk fog, but from the dizziness M/n makes him feel. The way his heart pounds out of his chest as M/n caresses his sides the further down he traces his body in kisses. Remembering each of his curves, freckles, or scars. M/n thought his body to be perfect. 

“You’re so beautiful, baby. Let me take my time,” M/n mumbles against his skin, the vibrations of his voice on his lower stomach causing him to moan the sensation hitting his dick at a perfect angle. 

“Look at you.” M/n pulls away from Bill’s body, the singer whining at the loss of contact. “All desperate underneath me like the beautiful slut you are. You want me so fucking bad dont you, baby.” Bill whimpers, squirming under M/n’s gaze, wanting nothing more than him to just touch him. To press his hands onto his dick and stroke him. His head is lulled back into the pillows, his eyes only slightly open, the length of his lashes making it almost impossible to see the boy controlling him. “Use your words, baby. Let me hear everything your slutty mind wants me to do to you.” Each degrading phrase sends a wave of pleasure through Bill. 

Whining Bill responds, “Fuck M/n. Touch me everywhere. Unravel me. Use me. I don't care, please, I just need you to touch every part of me.” M/n groans at Bill's filthy words, removing his pants and boxers quickly so he can aid Bill in removing his as well. 

M/n touches Bill just as he asked. Holding his cock in his hand, he runs his thumb over the head, Bill flinches with a moan, the feeling almost overstimulating. M/n continues to stroke the singer, loving the way his voice sounds like he’s singing with each noise he makes. 

He kisses Bill’s chest as he strokes him. He takes Bill's pierced nipple into his mouth, tugging on the metal loop dragging loud moans from the dread head. Bill’s hands find his hair, holding him firmly against his chest, wanting to feel more of his tongue and lips. M/n nips the area leaving it swollen and purple against Bill’s vampire-like skin, he wants to mark every part of Bill’s body. He wants everyone to know that he did this to him, the Bill is his. 

M/n’s cock leaks precome, needing Bill just as Bill needs him. He reaches under one of his pillows and pulls out the bottle of lube he put under there. His fingers trail to Bill’s thighs touching him so softly that it almost tickles, just as he did to the girl earlier. Bill now knows exactly why they like it so much, he spreads his legs just as the other wanted. 

M/n lathers up his fingers before pressing into Bill, leaving kisses on his thighs as he stretches him. It is uncomfortable at first, but soon Bill falls into the pace M/n started, loving the way his fingers slide in and out of his body. Suddenly, M/n curls his fingers and hits a spot in Bill that causes him to moan louder than he ever thought was possible. His breathing grows heavier as M/n works him open, the kisses on his thighs doing little to help bring him away from his orgasm. 

“Ahh.. M/n…if you keep going I'm gonna come already..” As if he doesn’t hear him, M/n continues, sticking a third finger into Bill and stucking harder on Bill's sensitive thighs. Leaving marks everywhere his lips touch. “Ahh~” Bill moans as M/n curls his fingers into his prostate once more. Not being able to hold himself back anymore, he comes all over his stomach for the first time that night. 

M/n removes his fingers, licking some of Bill’s come off his stomach before moving up on the bed to kiss Bill who’s riding out his orgasm. Bill tastes himself on M/n’s lips. His legs continue to shake as he tells M/n he needs him, that he wants him to fill him up. “Anything for you my beautiful angel.” M/n whispers against Bill’s slightly parted mouth, kissing him harder than he has that night and pressing his cock into him. 

Bill is overstimulated, the feeling of M/n pushing into him right after he came bringing him close to the edge once again. It’s too much but at the same time it's perfect. He has to hold back a pained groan as M/n reaches a spot with his cock that his fingers couldn’t. 

As soon as he’s fully inside of Bill, he waits for him to adjust to the feeling. He rubs circles into his hips, pushing his thumb into his star tattoo every so often eliciting a soft moan from the other. 

“You can move now,” Bill whimpers, starting to grind his hips on M/n’s cock pulling a groan from the male above him. They rock at a rough pace, fast and desperate. M/n hangs over Bill, so close every part of them is touching. Bill holds onto M/n tightly, feeling his cock slide in and out of him grazing against his prostate with every thrust, igniting a fire within his lower stomach but not enough to send him over the edge. 

M/n traps him against the sheets of his mattress with his muscly arms just as the singer imagined, his sweat beading at his forehead as he dives further into Bill. He kisses him again, pushing him further into the bed as his kisses grow sloppy getting closer to his climax. 

“I’m close,” Bill warns with a moan, digging his fingers further into M/n’s shoulders, the heat in his stomach growing with each thrust. “Me too, baby,” M/n says breathlessly into his neck, starting to bite and leave bruises on his skin. With each bite and each thrust, so rough, the fire spread from his stomach to his groin sending Bill over the edge. His legs start to shake again and he no longer has the strength to hold them around M/n’s waist. 

He comes over both of their stomachs, M/n using him to chase his own orgasm. Using him until his body is convulsing from the overstimulation and assault on his prostate. He whimpers and moans pulling M/n closer despite the pressure, clenching around M/n’s cock and bringing him to his climax.

M/n falls on top of Bill, both of them huffing out of exhaustion. Soon M/n rolls off the singer, slowly pulling out of Bill some of his come follow the path of his cock, leaving Bill to whimper at the sensation. He rests a bit before getting up to get a wet cloth to clean up the both of them and give Bill a glass of water.

“Thank you,” Bill says as he sits up to take the glass, flinching slightly at the pain in his lower back. His voice is rough from the noises he made and from the long show they had just a couple hours prior before. 

“Of course, baby.” M/n kisses Bill’s forehead before sitting next to him on the bed. “There is no way our neighbours didn’t hear us.” Bill mumbles, blushing, embarrassed at that fact. Thanking every god that no one from the band is rooming next to them, especially thankful that it’s not Tom knowing for sure he would tease him any chance he got. Also it’s kind of just gross hearing your sibling having sex. “You are very vocal.” M/n teases the singer, pressing his lips to the curve of his neck, Bill moving his head slightly to the side to offer him more access. Bill blushes again knowing that he is quite vocal and not only when it comes to sex. 

“Well, they’ll know you’re mine then.” M/n whispers possessively against the singer's neck before moving to kiss his lips, this time the kiss is soft unlike their ones before. Bill can feel the way M/n’s lips fit on his perfectly. 

“I’ve been wanting you for so long,” Bill confesses, pulling away from the kiss. “I know.” Bill's eyes blow wide. Has he really been that obvious? “I’ve been wanting you for a very long time Bill, you are gorgeous, how could I not?” Bill chuckles lightly, putting the glass on the nightstand and laying down under the covers now a ruined mess from their activities. M/n follows, spooning Bill from behind. 

“Goodnight, beautiful.” M/n kisses the top of his shoulder. “Goodnight, baby,” Bill whispers back lazily, already falling asleep in the comfort of M/n’s warm arms. Yet also scared that once he wakes up M/n will no longer be in his bed and they will move forward with their lives pretending this never happened.