#and rolling stone magazine also doing that. for some reason.

[anhedoniacity]

sigh. be serious here

“punk is not inherently soft, and if you don’t recognize its angry roots and inherent core value of rebellion against the status quo you are complicit and you’re not really punk” and “treating yourself and others softly and kindly when society wants to harm people like you is actually a subversive act and it is punk” are two statements that can and should coexist

[queenlua]

hey. hey. what mtg deck would naesala play?

Naesala doesn’t play Magic: the Gathering.  what do you think he is, some kind of nerd?

…that’s what he says, at least. except, at some point, Leanne gets her hands on some cards & omigosh there are ANGELS on here and they’re so pretty!!! & so now she has an ANGELS DECK & she wants Naesala to play, so he’s like “fine i guess”

(this is when they’re all still young and precious and adorable.  also: Ice Age is the hot new set of cards in town.  no one is actually good at Magic yet, the only way you learn the rules is via exciting rumors on the playground, the metagame advances at the pace of a monthly Scrye magazine subscription, etc)

ANYWAY.  Naesala starts out just playing whatever pile of cards Leanne hands to him & is perfectly happy getting rolled by her; he’s really treating it as a social hanging-out kinda thing, kinda like pinochle or whatever

except then Reyson makes a whole THING of it, y’know.  he shows up with his own aggressively handcrafted green/white deck and he’s going to BEAT Naesala and that’s going to make him stop bugging LEANNE.  (i mean, it won’t, but insert whatever adolescent boy logic you like here)

Naesala doesn’t care that much about winning either way, but he *is* a horrible troll and enjoys rankling Reyson

so that’s when he bothers walking into an Actual Hobby Shop for the first time (taking care not to touch anything more than he has to) (when is the last time anyone dusted this place or wiped down a counter, gross) & he asks if they have a copy of The Official Rules & he then proceeds to read them cover-to-cover

and thus, the following week, he’s the one that breaks the news to Reyson, mid-game, that regeneration can’t save your creatures from Wrath of God & Reyson is PISSED.  “that’s not fair” “it’s the rules” “you hafta SAY that first” “sorry Reyson but your river boa is dead” etc etc insert childish squabbling here

anyway.  fast-forward a bunch of years + one genocide later, and, dang, it’s been a while since Naesala and Reyson talked, huh?

Naesala hasn’t touched the game much in the interim.  i mean, he’s played some, because he’s got this one annoying underling who’s really into it, and part of being a good leader is very occasionally letting your hair down & letting everyone dunk on you in some goofy multiplayer MtG game in the mess hall.  so he has a couple gimmicky decks he’s thrown together for casual play.  he’s got a Relentless Rats + Thrumming Stone deck.  he’s got a goofy Tinker deck—he put it together when he was REALLY out of the loop, and thought he’d discovered this great new combo no one else had noticed—he was pissed when he learned that card had been banned, like, two years ago, dude.

but his main deck is this black/white weenie deck that he’s cobbled together over the years—it’s charmingly old school but still holds up reasonably well.  it’s got Hypnotic Specter and Order of the Ebon Hand and Order of the White Shield and Hymn to Tourach, and he’s thrown in a Stromgald Crusader and a Damnation and such over time, it doesn’t exactly adhere to good modern deck design principles but it generally puts in a respectable showing.

meanwhile, Reyson has gotten *way* too into MtG—like, uncomfortably into it. have you ever had a friend who got Way Into A Particular Hobby Because They Were Clearly Desperately Unhappy About Something Else In Their Life? And They’re Trying To Tell You About All This Insane Hobby Drama That They’re WAY Too Invested In And You’re Trying To Find A Subtle Way To Tell Them Bro Get A Little Bit Of A Life Please?  yeah, that.

i mean, it’s understandable!!!  he can’t possibly compete with the hawks in all their reindeer games, dude just literally does not have the muscle, but there is a decent contingent of hawks that are pretty into MtG so he is determined to dominate there.

Reyson is not a natural talent at the game, but he’s a total grind, so he is in fact the most dominant MtG player on all of Phoenicis.  so when Naesala shows up in Phoenicis for the first time in years and years, and Reyson's got all these Unresolved Feelings about that whole deal, of course he challenges Naesala to a game of MtG, yugioh frenemy style, to test his friendship mettle or something

Reyson’s playing a ridiculously aggro red/black deck.  i’m thinking some good filthy gargadon rakdos.  just on and on and on the attack

so Naesala gets out his charmingly old school black/white weenie deck, kinda rolling his eyes, but sure he’ll give Reyson a game if he wants a game, no Reyson he doesn’t know if it’s a standard legal deck or not but it’s the deck he’s got, will you shut up and just play—

and Reyson’s mostly dominating, but Naesala’s doing his level best to hang in there, and the match comes to a rather dramatic climax when Naesala manages to stabilize during one of the games & he taps out to cast a 5-mana big boi—

and, yeah, of course Naesala’s janky old school black/white deck has a Serra’s Angel as a win condition & yeah it’s the exact same one Leanne gifted him years and years ago & they both know it.

they end the game pretty quickly & awkwardly after that & neither of them remembers who actually won.

(wow this Naesala guy is such a simp.  god this is such a fucking cheesy moment.  i hate this, hold on, i’m gonna go throw up in my mouth a little… OKAY i’m back.)

ANYWAY.  all that plays out, doot dee doo, fast forward to post-Radiant Dawn:

* Reyson’s a very happy red/white Boros player these days.  he has chilled out a little bit but is still pretty easy to bait into getting Mad And Competitive again.  (Tibarn frequently does this because it’s kind of cute when Reyson’s pissed about magical cards) ((Tibarn’s decks are absolute piles, oh my god.  just the most janky barely-functional Timmy stuff imaginable. someone explain the concept of a mana curve to this poor man))

* Leanne still likes ANGELS!!!! & also white weenie stuff & also cute stuff generally.  despite her benign appearance & her weakness for playing Cute Stuff over Good Stuff, she’s a more naturally talented player than Reyson & has just enough of a killer instinct to generally come out on top

* Naesala favors black, and mostly just tries to figure out whatever deck he can play to troll his local meta, but he’s still got that black/white deck in a sentimental drawer somewhere.

also: look, i don’t play Commander nearly enough to provide any substantive commentary on that front, but… my very first instinct, when i read this question, was: “this bitch would definitely run Braids, Cabal Minion as his commander.”  except i looked it up and apparently Braids is Very Banned In Commander.  boo.  does the format ban fun, too.  c’mon, let a dude ruin everyone’s game every once in a while!!!  i think Naesala is equally pissed about Braids being banned is what i’m saying

so yeah that is my complete theory of Naesala And Magic The Gathering lol

[kimpossibly]

cherry coke (d. jones)

pairing: daisy jones x fem!reader summary: after an exposing news article is published in rolling stone, daisy and y/n have to figure out how to deal with the world knowing the truth. warnings: swearing, homophobia (not a lot, just mentions and implications for plot reasons only, but nothing explicit), drugs, drinking, s*x (mentioned but not described), mentions of addiction (past and current), daisy wanting to commit h*micide (vengeful wife vibes)

author's note: so this is what i was doing while demotivated to write the chain. I PROMISE I WAS TRYING but this idea also appeared to me and i just. i had to guys. i HAD to. i'm glad you guys have enjoyed the final part of the chain (and by that i mean yelling at me in the comments for making you guys cry. no i am not sorry, this is what i was going for all along) but seriously, i love that you guys loved it. yes it was sad but i'm glad you all felt that with me, because boy was it difficult to write. so here's a happier one! i saw someone say that daisy jones gives iconic lesbian energy and i was like you know what???? i VERY much agree! like, she set so many trends and broke out of the box in so many ways...so like why not by being gay yk?? anyway, this one gets a lil angsty and then supa cute again so enjoy! i love you guys <3

DAISY JONES: You're famous long enough, you start to ignore the rumors. They're always gonna be there―some of 'em will surprise you when they're true, but most of the time they're just plain bullshit. You have to let them roll over you without a second thought. [pause]. But when that Rolling Stone article came out...it scared me. It was like Jonah Berg had stumbled on the gold mine of his career that could ruin mine in a second.

Y/N L/N: [holds up magazine] Inside Daisy Jones' and Y/n L/n's Torrid Love Affair. Quite the headline, huh? At the time, though, it kinda felt something like a death sentence. [pause] Look, the seventies were great, right? The parties, the music, the nightlife...but there were things that society just wasn't ready for yet. And that was what we were.

DAISY JONES: We were both so far deep into our denial then that it just...well, it made me want revenge [laughs]. But Y/n wasn't like that. She had her own things to deal with.

Y/N: Let me just tell you this one thing: never take your best friend on tour.

"You guys sold out this entire place?" Moody said as he looked around the giant stadium.

The band was in the middle of soundcheck in Henderson, but Y/n still found a moment to throw an arm over her childhood best friend's shoulders. "You sound surprised. If I were in a worse mood I might be offended."

Moody chuckled as Y/n wandered away to where Daisy was singing quietly into the main mic. Y/n knocked her foot into Daisy's boot as she passed, giving the girl a quick sly grin. Daisy returned it (not without a cleverly placed eye roll) and went on singing.

After a moment, an arm wrapped around Y/n's waist, pulling her back. She let out a shriek that melted into a laugh as Daisy pulled her back to the mic, saying, "Get back here and sing some harmonies with me!"

Moody watched with a quizzical look as Daisy and Y/n sang into the same microphone to test. Neither one of them could seem to really take it seriously; if their eyes met for even a second they'd laugh through the melody, effectively accomplishing nothing in the way of sound checking.

Eventually Y/n pulled herself away from the mic. She sang backup and harmonies on some of the songs off Aurora, but she never really liked having her own voice front and center. Besides, she was perfectly content to listen to Daisy sing. Daisy had a voice that demanded to be listened to. And Y/n loved it.

Billy passed by, impatiently shoving a guitar in Y/n's hand. "You gonna keep staring at Daisy, or are you gonna play?" he said in passing. Y/n stuck her tongue out at him and shouldered the guitar, still watching Daisy out of the corner of her eye as she plucked out the starting melody to Honeycomb.

Moody went to join the crowd when the first few concertgoers began to file in. From there it was a steady stream of fans, the chatter in the room growing louder and louder until thousands of people stood in the room, cheering and chanting for the band.

Moody had to admit it. He was impressed with what Y/n and the band had created for themselves.

The show began when Daisy walked onstage, red hair aglow in the pink and blue lights. There was glitter on her cheeks and dark makeup smudged around her eyes. And when Y/n walked onstage behind her, Moody noticed that she too had glitter on her face and lipstick smudged around her mouth.

The show was fantastic. When Daisy was at the mic (which, at that time, was always) she was electric, attracting light and eyes wherever she went. Whenever Billy stepped up to sing with her, it was like there was some instant kind of chemistry between them. They looked at each other, sang to each other, and it all made it feel like they were the only two in the room.

But there were times―few and far between, but still times―when Daisy would pick up the mic and go by Y/n as she played the guitar. In those moments, Daisy and Y/n would meet eyes, and the fits of laughter they'd had during soundcheck were nowhere in sight. They were focused on nothing but each other and the music. It seemed to suck all the air of the room in a single breath.

And during a particularly intricate guitar solo, Daisy got down on her knees in front of Y/n and sang up to her, setting the crowd ablaze with cheers and chatter.

Moody met back up with the band after the show, at which time Y/n leapt into his arms and stayed there, holding on and riding around as he greeted the other members of the band.

Daisy passed him last, and he gave her a short nod of his head. "Great show, Daisy."

"Why, thank you," she said in a very Daisy-way. As she passed, she gave a quick squeeze to Y/n's side, never taking her eyes off the girl until she was on the other side of them. It was an almost imperceptible gesture, but he saw.

Now, in that era of rock, shows didn't just stop after the set. The parties that followed were infamous for being the wildest place to be. Drugs and alcohol everywhere you looked, sex swimming in the air. If you wanted to dance a little too close to the devil, that was where you needed to be.

Moody got about as far as the entrance and tapped Y/n on the shoulder. "I'll meet you at your room."

She nodded, then bounced into the party without another word. I'll meet you at your room was code for their regular post-show routine. Y/n would go off to some party with Daisy and get shitfaced while Moody settled into Y/n's hotel room with a book. Around four or five in the morning, she'd stumble into her room, giggly and high, sometimes with Daisy at her side. Then Moody was in charge of sliding off her boots and making sure she sure got in bed and slept on her side. Then, he would go back to his own room for a few hours of well deserved sleep. Sometimes Daisy left, sometimes she didn't. Moody didn't put up much of a fight when it came to her.

Despite the fact that the party was nearly two floors above him, Moody could hear and feel the music through the ceiling. Hotel security never did much, mostly due to the hefty security deposit made by Rod and management. Hotels learned to expect this kind of thing when a rock band as famous as Daisy Jones & The Six came in town.

Meanwhile, Y/n was two floors above, stuck to Daisy's side, greeting everyone she saw and doing any drug she stumbled across. Her glass kept getting refilled, though she wasn't sure quite how. She allowed Daisy to pull her from group to group, keeping themselves latched together by the hand. And, around two in the morning, everyone was too faded to notice them slip out of the front door together.

The knock at Moody's door came at around 4:58. It was one, single sharp rap, then the dull thud of Y/n's head hitting the door. A soft giggle floated through the wood, "Let me in, Michael," she said, and he could practically hear the smile on her face through it.

He opened the door to see her leaned on the door frame, shoes in her hand, makeup smudged, hair messed up, clothing askew. Even then he thought she looked so beautiful, standing there, looking like she had just been blown through a tornado. Even then, she seemed to glow.

"G'morning," she greeted with a nod, stumbling in through the entryway.

Sure enough, she tripped over her own feet and nearly collapsed within a few seconds, sending Moody lunging to catch her around the waist. "Okay," he groaned, "no more of...well, anything for you tonight."

She rolled her eyes and scoffed, "If I had known you were going to be such a buzzkill, I woulda left you in Pittsburgh."

He guided her to the bed and sat her down. She slumped over, face half squished in the pillow. He held out a hand. "Give me all you got."

Y/n gave him a childish glare before digging in the pocket on her coat and pulling out half a dozen little baggies of pills and powders. She reluctantly smacked them into his hand, shifting further onto the bed to starting getting comfy.

"Thank you," he pocketed the drugs and started unlacing her boots. "You know, one of these days, all the parties are going to catch up to you, and you're either going to regret it, or you'll be passed out in the gutter. Just think about that."

"I've passed out in a gutter before. Not the best experience I've had, but not the worst."

He chuckled, sliding her coat off her arms. As he was pulling the covers over her, Y/n giggled. "I have a secret," she sang in a taunting voice.

"Oh yeah?" he asked, crouching down to her level. "Hit me."

"Nuh-uh. It doesn't work like that."

"Really? How does it work then?"

Y/n paused and thought for a moment. Then, she laughed again like she had just thought of something really dirty. "No!" she squealed. "No, no. I can't tell you. Nuh-uh."

Moody crossed his arms, giving her a pleading look, and then she sighed. "Fine," she relented with a grin, "Come here."

He leaned in, and she beckoned him even closer, until her lips were nearly pressed against his temple. Then, she spoke in a dreamy whisper, "I slept with the It Girl."

Moody pulled away, eyes wide. Y/n just giggled again like she couldn't believe it. She laid down on her side, eyes fluttering closed as she hummed the tune of Tiny Love. "Big eyes, big soul, big heart, no control, but all she got to give is Tiny Love."

She giggled like a maniac, seeming to find humor in those words then, and Moody went unnoticed as he stumbled out of the room, mind reeling at a million miles an hour. Y/n's giddy giggles floated up through the hallway after him, chasing him, until they finally came to a sudden stop.

The next morning she was awoken by Rod knocking at her door, yelling something about the bus leaving in ten. With a heavy pounding in her head, Y/n got up, and found she was unable to recall anything from the night before. Well, all except one thing―a thing that brought a little smile to her face when she recalled it.

After a sluggish bout of packing, the band was off to the next city―Sacramento, they told her. Good. She missed California.

All was normal for the drive. All except Moody. He hardly spoke to her, despite being a very talkative person normally. And when she did address him directly, he responded in as few words as possible. He was angry with her―they had been friends long enough for Y/n to be able to recognize that much. Eventually she gave up on trying to coax him to conversation and sat by Daisy, leaning her head on the girl's shoulder to try and get some sleep.

They made a stop before the hotel at some dinky dive bar to meet with Jonah Berg, a reporter for Rolling Stone. They sat around a table and drank, talking a little about the album and a lot about where they were headed next.

When things began to wind down and the band started to pack up, Jonah noticed Moody standing at the back of the room, arms crossed over his chest, glaring at no one in particular. Something about him looked like a story waiting to happen.

"Are you with the band?" he asked.

"Sure, you could say that."

Jonah lowered his voice. "Then what's got you looking all stormy?"

Moody paused, grappling with his next decision. He could either say it was nothing and tell Jonah Berg to buzz off, which, in all respects, would be the better choice. Or, he could tell the truth. And that, of course, would be disastrous. But people often made the disastrous choice when their feelings were involved.

Then he looked back at Y/n and Daisy, swaying together as Karen played a bluesy tune on the piano, and his heart constricted in his chest.

And then he made his decision.

DAISY: February 12, 1976. The day I almost committed murder.

Y/N: Okay, it wasn't that dramatic.

DAISY: [silence]

Y/N: Okay, maybe it was.

When Daisy walked into sound check that day, an hour and a half late, she did not find the band playing their instruments and practicing songs. Instead they all sat around atop their amps and chairs, with Rod standing at the back. All eyes turned to her the second she walked in. Well, all except Y/n's. She was sitting on the stage, legs tucked to her chest, tears streaming down her face. Karen and Warren sat behind her, each holding a comforting hand on Y/n's shoulder. And even though she had no idea what was going on, Daisy could only think about how it should be her comforting Y/n before anyone else.

"Are you just going to keep on staring, or am I allowed to know what's going on?"

And then Billy held out The Rolling Stone. "See for yourself."

KAREN: When Y/n read through that article, it was like watching a car crash in slow motion. She got all teary and quiet, and then she just shut down. She wouldn't talk to anyone. But Daisy? Daisy got mad. So mad it looked like she was going to burn the world down.

Daisy gripped The Rolling Stone with white knuckles. It had everything. From the time they met, to that night in Henderson. It was like they had ghosts following them everywhere, whispering in Jonah Berg's ear. Daisy didn't dare look at Y/n now, mostly because she couldn't quite be sure yet that this wasn't her own fault.

After she had finished reading, she threw down the article and stomped towards the phone in the corner. "That son of a bitch."

Rod stepped in. "Daisy, hold on―"

"No! If that bastard thinks he can just ruin my career for the sake of his own, then he can hear it from me exactly what kind of hell his life is about to become."

"Look, Daisy, if it's not true, we can call Jonah and work this all out."

Daisy stopped, the receiver floating in her hand, her chest heaving.

"Daisy?" Rod said, "It's not true, is it?"

The band went silent, looking towards Daisy. Her head was dropped, red hair shielding her face from them. Slowly, the hand holding the receiver dropped, and Daisy turned to them, her pale face flushed red. And instead of angry, she just looked hopeless. That was all it took to make them understand.

After a moment of silence, Y/n finally spoke up, "Who would do this?"

"Whoever it is, they know everything," Billy said, "that's a pretty short list."

Graham frowned. "Hang on, you're not saying that one of us did this, are you?"

"No, I'm just saying that it's not like we have a very long suspect list."

"Oh! So we're suspects now!"

"Graham―"

The door opened and the band looked over to see Moody walk in. All at once they fell silent. And as Y/n watched him walk in, it all clicked. A gasp ripped through her throat and she covered her mouth, sickness swirling in her stomach.

Moody seemed to understand too. "Guys, hang on―"

Daisy muttered something under her breath and ditched the phone, stomping towards Moody with her hands curled into fists. Rod and Billy just about leaped off the stage to hold her back. None of them wanted to witness the bloodbath that was sure to occur if Daisy got her hands on Moody.

"Did you do this?" Daisy demanded. Moody stayed silent and she laughed. "Come on, you might as well own up to it now!"

"Guys!" Karen shouted. Daisy turned, ready to scream for everyone to stay the hell out of this, but her words died on her tongue when she saw Y/n run backstage, followed by the deft slamming of a door. Everybody looked back at Daisy. She looked back at Moody, fury blazing in her chest like a dozen white hot suns. She wanted to throttle him and stomp on his head.

But she didn't know where Y/n was going. And she'd rather know that before she killed her best friend.

Daisy turned on her heel, stomping away in the direction that Y/n left. Moody let out a sigh of relief when she disappeared, the door slamming behind her. "Crazy..." he muttered, looking back at the group. He was met with six steely glares, and that's when he realized he was in a room full of people who probably hated him now.

Daisy saw her at the hotel bar, sitting alone. She was so quiet and still that it almost made her want to cry. Y/n was hurt. And worst of all, she was hurt by one of her best friends. That had to sting like hell.

Daisy quietly sidled up beside her, taking the seat next to her. "Whatcha got there?"

"A cherry coke," Y/n responded. Daisy gave her a look and she just shook her head. "Believe me, I'd rather be drinking something that would make me forget. But it's not even noon and I've been thinking about quitting."

That was a lie. The quitting part, not the part about it not being noon yet.

"So that's what it is then, huh?" Daisy asked with a wry grin, but there was something behind it. Something a little sadder. "Just a stupid news article?"

Y/n turned to her immediately, eyes softening. "Daisy," she said softly, "of course not. You know that."

"Well, now so does everybody in the world."

She quieted, nodding and taking a sip from the glass. She sat it back down, sighing. "So, do we..."

Y/n trailed off, her eyes drifting behind Daisy. Daisy turned her head and saw Moody leaving the theater. He stopped in place, looking at them as though he were watching open heart surgery. Y/n murmured something quick to Daisy and let her go, heading in towards Moody.

For a moment he thought she might slap him, and for a moment so did she. But instead she stared him dead in the face with the same eyes he'd seen on every birthday, every holiday, every good memory. And right then, they looked so hardened that he could barely recognize them.

"Is this what you wanted?" she asked, her voice laced with warning. He gave no response. She continued. "I have spent my entire life trying to figure out who I am―you know that better than anyone. For the first time...I think I did. I think I finally understand."

She glanced back at Daisy, then back to Moody. "And you had to fuck that up for me."

He again said nothing.

"I think it's best if you go home," she said. "If you try and get on that bus tomorrow, I'll have Rod call the cops. Better yet, if I get back to my hotel room tonight and you're there, I might just throw you out the window. And I'm on the tenth floor, so I wouldn't take that chance."

Daisy couldn't hear a word she was saying, but the look of horror on Moody's face told her all she needed to know. And with it she felt some sense of pride.

Y/n walked away, leaving him frozen in place. She held out a hand to Daisy. "Come on."

And Daisy just grinned, taking Y/n's hand and letting her pull her out of her seat and guide her away. She cast one last fiery glare at Moody before he disappeared from sight, immediately melting into a smile while Y/n drew her to the elevators.

He had been her best friend for over two decades. And right then she couldn't bear to be around him.

DAISY: I was ready to burn him at the stake. Unfortunately, my wife is a little more forgiving than I am.

Y/N: He was in our wedding party, on my side behind Karen and Eddie. I knew he felt bad for what he'd done, and he apologized about a million times. He'd been one of my best friends since I was little. It would've been hard to cut him out of my life, and it was hard to keep him in it. But time healed the shallower wounds, society warmed up to some things, and life got easier. I just feel glad that I got to a point in my life where I could find it in myself to forgive him.

Less than twenty minutes later, the pair were in Daisy's hotel room, arms wrapped around each other, each lying comfortably on the spacious king-sized bed. They'd talked for a while, then lapsed into a comfortable silence, where they just held each other. That was all they felt they could do.

But they were happy. As Daisy ran fingers through Y/n's hair, it occurred to her that right then, she felt less complicated than she ever had in the past. It felt like the sun had finally peeked out from behind the clouds to shed some life on her life and who she was. So Daisy, finally feeling like she was bathed in spotlight, smiled. "Fuck Rolling Stone."

And Y/n, who felt like decades-old wounds were healing, laughed. "Fuck Rolling Stone."

[zapalimesvet]

Before dating, Jane and Patrick were friends, right ?

How were they spending time together ? Were they sometimes alone together, or always with the gang ?

Jane and Patrick did spend time at his work or at his house, usually they spend lot of time alone without gang. At his work, Jane would sit behind the counter reading Rolling Stones magazine due him work at biggest music store in town and they got even old ones for sale, she can help him organize new posters, cassette by genre. Honestly Patrick have no clue about music, he just got this job to get closer to her and do bad things to her but by time he was working there he could actually know what’s Pink Floyd and what’s Rolling Stones

“Oh people mess the genres up all the time…why they put Motley Crue to pop where is Michael Jackson and Madonna?” Jane groans and pull the cassette out “oh it’s theatre of pain, I don’t have it yet, can you hide it for me, please?” She smiles widely at Patrick, knowing she already today told him to hide another 2 Motley Crue cassette

“Yeah sure, no one buys it anyway”

*later*

“Patrick? Can you please hide me also this?” Three posters were placed at counter

“God, I hope you don’t want me to pay it all.”

Spending time at Patrick’s is more chill than being at his work whole day because she’s bored and don’t wanna hit drums anymore (her mom will yell her out later “Jane stop drumming all the time!”). Patrick was never allowed to be at Jane’s house, her mom will get heart attack and kick Patrick out or let him be at hers but only with opened doors wide so that’s why she is always at Patrick’s. SHE LOVES HIS PARENTS, they’re so chill but she can see his father having some limits with Patrick like not going so close to him or not talk to him a lot.

They’ll go to his room, it’s all messy, clothes on floor or his desk is all from his crafts, his bed is messy, just like Jane is (another reason why she don’t want Patrick at her house, her room is messy.) and turn on the music, gossip or they’ll just talk about rockstars what Jane likes and want Patrick’s opinion on it.

“Tommy Lee is so…I can’t even put it into words”

“Tommy Lee looks like me.”

“Nah.”

——-

They’ll watch TV, or play Nintendo, Jane was speechless he have Nintendo, she thought he’s psychopath who lives like in Rabbit hole, she wouldn’t think he have teenage life, playing games

“I thought you were psychopath before, that you live in Rabbit hole”

“Very kind of you, now answer me already damn it, donkey Kong, Tetris or whatever I got, what you wanna play”

“Why can’t you chose?”

———

Belch can call Patrick million times on the phone, he won’t pick it up but his mom, Patrick never pick up phone when he’s with Jane

“House of Hockstetters, can I help?”

“Oh hello. Here’s Reg, can Patrick go out?”

“I don’t think so, he have girl here”

“Oh, thank you, bye, have a good day”

Belch didn’t liked Jane at all sometimes, he thought that she so all over metal, basically it’s her whole personality and it seemed so annoying it him and he thought it was so annoying when Jane was complimenting his car (forgot the fact she threw a beer on his car once), when they were little, they promised that they’ll never accept a girl into gang and they will never get girlfriends, that I’ll be always Henry, Victor, Belch and later Patrick. Now it’s happening what they never wanted to happened.

Henry act like he don’t care having Jane in gang, because she returned his knife and now he goes always after her like lost dog and just acting like he’s head over heels from her.

Jane also did invited gang over to hers when her parents weren’t over, only Stanley was here and Jane totally forgot about him.

“Not them! Jane! What the fuck are you doing!”

“Shut up noodle scalp, go to your room” Jane messed his hair up

Her room being finally clean, she wasn’t embarrassed for once. Her walls covered from posters, she also had her own news paper holder for Rolling Stones magazines and she also tape American flag onto her doors. First thing boys saw was her drum set. Belch was surprised but he kept his face all neutral until he raised brows at Jane showing him three posters and one shirt

“I have those posters twice so I wanted to give them to you, it’s Rolling Stones and Metallica and the shirt is wrong size and it’s also Metallica, I like to have friends who have same interests, you, Patrick, Henry and Vic.”

“Thank you..” he smiles “nobody ever did this for me expect boys.”

“How come? You’re cool, I always thought that about you, metal head and firebird.. very cool”

[arandomdai]

THEORY 03: Beyoncé's Echoville Play

This is just a theory. Enjoy!!!

⚫ The Structure

Beyoncé is going by the 3 act play route for this roll out. This is the build up from the beginning to end of a play and how it's being done. Since we're at the midpoint so far in the COWBOY CARTER era, I think it's more coming (and not a tour). Here, I will explain how everything ties together and my theory on what's to come for Act III.

⚪ Act I: RENAISSANCE (Beginning)

⚪ Opening Scene

Teases RENAISSANCE in Vogue in June 2022

Releases RENAISSANCE in July 2022

⚪ Inticing incident

Teases visuals or movie in "I'M THAT GIRL" teaser in August 2022

Teases RENAISSANCE Tour in February 2023

Kicks off the tour in May and ends it in October of 2023

⚪Plot Point One: Starts Act II⚪

🟡 Act II: COWBOY CARTER (Middle)

🟡 Pinch Pt. 1

Teases COWBOY CARTER at the Grammys in February 2024.

Put out 2 singles (TEXAS HOLD EM and 16 CARRIAGES) during the Superbowl in February 2024

COWBOY CARTER releases in March 2024

🟡 Temporary Triumph

Performs for the NFL halftime show on Christmas 2024

Releases BEYONCÉ BOWL on Netflix the next day

Teases Act II part II or a new song, which is happening on a later date.

_____Midpoint/Plot Twist(Today)_____

🟡 Pinch Pt. 2 ( Theorizing what could happen)

Releases a song or a deluxe of COWBOY CARTER on (this is just a guess) maybe in February, March or in the middle of the year (June or July).

Or possibly put out 2 singles like she did the last time and release the deluxe on the one year anniversary of the album's release. She could possibly tease whats to come in another magazine for Vogue or Rolling Stone (hint hint)

🟡 Calm Before The Storm (Theorizing what could happen)

It's going to be silent until she announces she will perform again at a different location. Perhaps a residency in Vegas or another event.

🟡 Black Moment (Theorizing what could happen)

I think after she does a performance or puts out the final product, she's officially going to end Act II. It's going to be silent for a moment, and then start subtly teasing Act III, which leads me to my Act III theory on how it might go.

🟡Plot Point Two: Starts the final Act...Act III🟡

🔴 Act III: BETTY BLACK... Theory (Resolution) 2026-2027

🔴My Theory on the Betty Black rollout:

I think she's going to do a surprise drop this time ( the third act of a play is normally when it becomes intense and whenever Beyoncé does a surprise drop, it becomes intense... in a good and exciting way for the fans.) I feel as though all her endeavors as far as products, performances, and releases are going to be surprises during the BETTY BLACK era. Also, I have reason to believe she's going to release another trailer just like she did for "I'M THAT GIRL", but I think it's going to be more in the trailer than we think.

🔴 Revelation

Begins to tease Betty Black in Vogue or Rolling Stone magazine giving us tidbits or hints on the Echoville movie

Releases BETTY BLACK in May 2026

Shows up with dark or black hair

🔴 Decision

In 2027, in February after the Superbowl, announces the Betty Black Tour

Kicks off the tour from late April to early to mid October

Releases a new product (different from the Sir Davis, Cecred, or the Perfume line

Release a perfume called "Lé Rouge", or "The Red". The final perfume of the perfume line.

And release another Cecred hair care product

🔴 Regroup

Comes out with the official trailer for Echoville and has some parts from that "I'M THAT GIRL" teaser some days after the tour

Starts coming out with posters for the movie with the release date, which I'm gonna guess a week before the movie is in theaters or on a streaming platform

🔴 Climax

She released the Echoville movie which would probably be on October 31st or in the same week of.

🔴 Resolution

Release a video of her telling us thank you for supporting her

Probably announce something prior to ending the entire three acts entirely.

Thank you for reading my theory and thoughts- ☺️❤️

[neattequila]

Harry's Style Evolution (by an actual stylist) Part 3: Fine Line Era! Part 1 of 2*

Hi hi hi. First of all thanks for all the love on Part 1 and Part 2 which are linked. I highly recommend reading them first as I'll be referencing some of his past style.

This one took me so long to do because Harry's Fine Line era is when he really develops the personal style that he's now known for, and I have LITERALLY SO MUCH TO SAY. So without further ado!

*LOL I HIT PIC LIMIT before we even got to 2020. This is officially HS Style part 3 but Part 1 of 2 for the Fine Line Era.

HERE'S THE LINK TO PART 2

We left off in 2018, Harry was still touring his first album and was dating Camille Rowe (as far we know) who was beginning to influence his style.

After Live on Tour ends there's a period where we don't see him for a bit. Later we'll learn that him and Camille have broken up, and he jets off to Japan for some much needed hermit time.

2019

January, Harry's spotted in Japan. He rings in the new year with a ragtag batch of famous people that are for some reason all in Japan at the same time.

Here we see the debut of the custom gold Gucci rings that will become a staple for him (they retail at $470 each incase you were wondering.) We also see him in some Gucci jeans, and this vintage army jacket that I still have dreams about.

By March he's back in London and we get some more hints of his evolving personal style. He's back in jeans but he's over the black skinny's he previously coveted instead opting for a light wash straight leg. He wears this Raf Simmons jumper I'm obsessed with an looks oh-so-cozy. We'll also see the athletic outfits that he still wears today.

Also in March he introduced, and preforms with, Stevie Nicks as she's inducted into the Rock n Roll hall of fame.

He wears a gorgeous blue Gucci suit with white Gucci boots. We'll actually see him in this exact same Blue suit later in an ad campaign for Gucci for their Fall 2019 collection. (P.S. his hair is so delicious here I love this length on him.)

The next time we publicly see Harold is in May for the MET GALA! Y'all do not understand how hard I screamed in my living room when I found out he was going to be one of the chairs.

We first see him in a Gucci ensemble at the pre-gala dinner which he hosts at <3 Stonewall Inn <3 I literally remember when these pictures dropped me and the girlies were going stupid on Tumblr.com. It's hard to see in this picture but this is the first we see the EARRING! (May she rest)

I do remember being slightly disappointed with Harry's gala fit at the time. I wanted it a little campier and brighter, but as his style has evolved into the Harry's House era (we will get there when we get there lol.) I feel like in retrospect I can appreciate her much better.

She was delicate, she was sexy, and she was camp and queer in a much subtler way. The pearl earring really was everything not to mention the way he looks in the sheer black. YUM!

For the after party H changes into another Gucci ensemble which is very camp in an Orville Redenbacher way. He Gucci drop cross earring is a slay.

Also in May Harry attends his first (can you believe it?) Gucci show and wears one of my FAVORITE outfits he's ever worn.

It's head to toe Gucci of course, but the white suit with the white tank underneath it. Paired with pink sunglasses and pink soft loafers and a WICKER bag! Honey, THIS is styling!

He looks like he's about to ask if I wanna do a bump in the bathroom and my answer is YES!

Harry started working with Harry Lambert towards the end of his time in 1D, and so it's safe to assume that Lambert also had something to do with this outfit (and every other outfit he wears during this era.) How we fell from grace I still can't place in my head.

Anyway we also see his soon-to-be signature Fine Line pink and blue forever nails.

In August and September he appears on a myriad of Magazine covers. Most notably Rolling Stone, but my personal favorite The Face.

So what if I think about his photos for The Face in the night time sometimes, what're you gonna do sue me?!

Left he wears Bode shorts, middle a Gucci shirt and right a gorgeous Martine Rose jacket that he pairs with acid wash jeans.

In October the music video for Lights Up drops out of no where (fun fact when it dropped I was drunk in a club and went in the bathroom to watch it, when I woke up the next day I thought I'd dreamed the whole thing.

The Lights Up MV features a variety of looks. Including what will become the official Fine Line outfit: suspenders over an open shirt with high waisted trousers. This graphic is from Harry Fashion Archive which I did get a lot of these pics from so go check them out.

In November Fine Line the album is officially announced! (See how much there is to cover! We haven't even gotten to album release yet!)

On the cover Harry wears a custom Gucci ensemble of an open shirt, suspenders, and high waisted pants. Featuring Tom Walker's hand in a Gucci glove.

In November he hosts and is the musical guest on SNL where we get some great looks.

He preforms the soon-to-be smash hit Watermelon Sugar for the first time in a custom Watermelon-coloured Gucci suit. He also preforms Lights Up in a sequin Gucci suit.

On the show he wears another Gucci suit from their Spring/Summer collection (left). This look (right) is another all time favorite outfit of mine. A custom Bode shirt jacket paired with the iconic Christopher Kane "Sex" shirt, and brown Gucci trousers. This is another example of styling at its finest.

Off the show he wears a few sweater vests, most popular of which is this one by Lavin (left.) At a Spotify party for his album in December he will wear another Lavin piece, this time a cardigan, paired with baggy chinos and vans and the soon to infamous pearl necklace.

A few more fashion moments happen in December. He collaborates with Alessandro Michele for the first time to create this limited edition "Fine Line" t-shirt (left) that retails for $75. (Did anyone actually buy these?) He also goes through a Marc Jacobs sweater/shirt kick seen here on the Ellen show (right) but he wears them a few more times as well.

He preforms "Fine Line Live" in Los Angeles wearing the Gucci suit from the album cover paired with socks that say Fuck It (left.) Right he wears another Gucci suit to preform "Fine Line Live" in London.

*LOL I HIT PIC LIMIT before we even got to 2020. This is officially HS Style part 3 but Part 1 of 2 for the Fine Line Era.

LINK TO PART TWO HERE!

[septembersghost]

Do you know where Taylor said she was giving up on relationships for a while? I feel like I remember that but can't find it

it was in her rolling stone cover story! (a lot of the press she did at that time is tinged with things that are saddening to revisit, but also clear on what her perspective was. the vogue 73 questions is another one):

"In fact, she suggests, she hasn’t dated at all since breaking up with One Direction singer Harry Styles more than a year and a half ago. “Like, have not gone on a date,” she says. “People are going to feel sorry for me when you write that. But it’s true.” Swift says dating is hard for her. For one thing, there’s the logistics. “Seventy percent of the time, when a guy asks me out, it’ll just be a random e-mail,” she says. Some movie star will get her address from his publicist and e-mail her cold. Usually she politely rebuffs them – but even if someone did penetrate that line of defense, building a relationship is hard. “I feel like watching my dating life has become a bit of a national pastime,” Swift says. “And I’m just not comfortable providing that kind of entertainment anymore. I don’t like seeing slide shows of guys I’ve apparently dated. I don’t like giving comedians the opportunity to make jokes about me at awards shows. I don’t like it when headlines read ‘Careful, Bro, She’ll Write a Song About You,’ because it trivializes my work. And most of all, I don’t like how all these factors add up to build the pressure so high in a new relationship that it gets snuffed out before it even has a chance to start. And so,” she says, “I just don’t date.” (That goes for hooking up as well. “I just think it’s pointless if you’re not in love,” Swift says. “And I don’t have the energy to be in love right now. So, no.”) Truth be told, Swift sounds a tiny bit jaded – which, for a “self-professed hopeless romantic,” maybe isn’t the worst thing to be. “It’s not like I’ve sworn off love,” she says. “My life is just not conducive to bringing other people into it right now. I’m very childlike and romantic about lots of things, but I’m realistic about this.” [....] it’s not bad that I’m not hopelessly in love with someone. It’s not a tragedy, and it’s not me giving up and being a spinster. Although I did get another cat.” She laughs. “I asked around: I was like, ‘Does two cats count as cats?’ But then I thought, what imaginary guy’s perspective am I thinking about this from? Someone is going to think I’m undateable for a lot of reasons before they think I’m undateable because I have two cats.”"

eta: the above still applies, but i was actually remembering her glamour magazine interview with this -

"Yeah, I do feel jaded about relationships, to be honest. I think the media has sent me a really unfair message over the past couple of years, which is that I’m not allowed to date for excitement, or fun, or new experiences or learning lessons. I’m only allowed to date if it’s for a lasting, multiple-year relationship. Otherwise I’m a, quote, ‘serial dater’. Or, quote, ‘boy crazy’. The narrative has been so wrong, every time it was the same. It’s 'Taylor spotted talking to this guy, she’s chasing him.’ They create a beginning to the story that didn’t happen most of the time, so then they have to create an ending. So they always go to the same fabricated ending that every other tabloid has used in my story, which is, 'She got too clingy’, or 'Taylor has too many emotions, she scared him away’. Which has honestly never been the reason for any of my break-ups. You know what has been the reason? The media. You take something very fragile, like trying to get to know someone, and it feels like walking out into the middle of a gladiator arena with someone you’ve just met. And all of a sudden the public and the media are allowed to say thumbs up or thumbs down. So I just don’t try it anymore."

[sl0wdiver]

Get to know me tag from @heffer-wen - thank u so much for letting me have my Oprah intverview 😍

Tagging @bakingblues @jarrodsbowen @merlinn @drunkenromantic @ruben-dias and @canirove!

1. Do you make your bed? Every damn day I sure as hell do. Cushions and throw and all.

2. Favourite number? Always very fond of 28 as it's my birthday. 147 as well. Not that I believe in angel numbers but I see it everywhere.

3. What's your job? That's a secret but it's corporate and it's boring and I'm planning on leaving in October!!

4. If you could go back to school, would you? Secondary school you couldn't pay me enough to do again. It's taken me the best part of a decade to get over it. Much as I would consider going back to uni, I can't be arsed with exams and coursework. Really enjoy not having to be assessed on things. I love studying though!

5. Can you parallel park? Nine times out of ten, yes. I've also managed to start doing it without stressing to high heaven or swearing!

6. Do you think aliens are real? Positively. However, I think the majority of life in the universe is probably like how our planet has been for the majority of its life - either microbial or unintelligent (by our standards). The chances of us existing at the same time as another intelligent species who are close enough that we could make contact with them is unfortunately very small. I would love to see the day we do receive something from a nearby star. Contact is one of my favourite films ever and I think paints the most realistic picture of what that might look like.

7. Can you drive a manual car? I wouldn't drive anything else.

8. Guilty pleasure? Gonna sound so pretentious here but I've moved on from guilty pleasures. I embrace everything that I love and want to enjoy.

9. Tattoos? None at the moment, and probably never. I'm not averse to them, but I don't have anything that I'd really want to put on my body. Closest I've thought however is getting "Fire, walk with me" somewhere because I fucking love Twin Peaks and I saw someone recently with it on their back.

10. Favourite colour? Tough to pick one, but my favourite shades sit around navy blue, aquamarine and turquoise. Colours of the ocean and especially oceans in the summer.

11. Favourite type of music? Truthfully, I can genuinely get along with anything, and I absolutely love SO much different types of music for all sorts of reasons. Easier to list of the stuff that I can't do, namely Hair/Glam Metal, Southern Rock and stuff that's generically put under 'Classic Rock' (I love SO much music from the 60s and 70s, but 'Classic Rock' is not a genre, it's something invented by the likes of Rolling Stone magazine and people in YouTube comment sections of Beatles songs writing "I was born in the wrong generation" to jerk themselves off to. Get a grip).

The way I see it, if it's compelling to me, I will enjoy it. I have a million playlists on Spotify for every mood I find myself in.

12. Do you like puzzles? Some. Word ones tend to be my favourite, and I used to do sudoku quite a lot. It's not really my thing though.

13. Any phobias? Basophobia. Specifically, having no grip on my feet. I'm also quite claustrophobic.

14. Favourite childhood sport? Much like @heffer-wen who tagged me in this, I was arty and quite averse to sport. I went to an all-boys school which was absolutely febrile for getting us to play football, rugby and cricket. Hated them all, and ironically now love watching the latter two.

I did, however, love cycling, badminton, kayaking and bodyboarding, and still do. Don't do any of them competitively but I make sure to bodyboard at least once a year.

15. Do you talk to yourself? All the fucking time. There are so many scenarios happening in my head. Someone HAS to broadcast them, right?

16. Tea or coffee? For years, neither. Then in uni, tea took over my life. Then, shortly before I came out, iced coffee entered my life like a freight train. Now, I love both. Tea is my regular go-to and coffee is more of a treat, but I like them in pretty much all forms. I'm blessed in Cardiff to have the choice of Portugese or Turkish coffee basically on my doorstep and it's fucking brilliant. Earl Grey and Redbush are favourite tea flavours.

17. First thing you wanted to be when growing up? Something in engineering. I was and still am obsessed with planes, trains, cars, bridges, buildings, the like. Turns out I absolutely sucked at studying for the Maths and Physics bits but hey ho, I still enjoy reading about those subjects.

18. What movies do you adore? Where the fuck do I begin. Go read my Letterboxd, it's easier.

As a very, VERY brief overview however, the films I absolutely adore are:

Amadeus

Apocalypse Now

The Incredibles

Call Me By Your Name

Blade Runner

The complete Lord of the Rings trilogy

The complete original Star Wars trilogy (IV and V especially)

Stop Making Sense

The Dark Knight

Raiders of the Lost Ark

Pulp Fiction

Mean Girls

Shrek 2

And SO many more but I'll be here all day listing them out.

[the-teezone]

WELCOME TO THE TEEZO TOUCHDOWN ZONE aka THE END ZONE

Hi! I'm trin. she/her. 25. Black. fan of Teezo Touchdown!

To get to know a little bit about my hopes for this blog, be sure to check out this post, where I go into more detail about the reason for creating this blog, my goals, and upcoming content!

The short of it is: to serve as an archive, to connect with other fans, to have a place where I, too, can rant and rave about Teezo.

With that being said, here's a directory/tag list for the blog!

#COVERBOY, where you can find him covering magazines like Rolling Stone, Wonderland., and more!

#ImJustAFan, where you can find some of his interactions with fans, sticky note conversations, etc.

#ShoutstoJonJon, where you can find any content that was sourced from the Youtube channel Jon Jon. They are like the OG Teezo archivist so thank you so much if you ever see this!

#TeezosMixtape, where you can find music by other artists that he loves and has co-signed.

#TZOFeatures, where you can find music that he is featured on.

#TeezosMusic!, where you can find his own music.

#TZOMashups, where you can find mashups that incorporate Teezo's music. Usually done by myself unless stated otherwise!

#TZOShorts, where you can find short songs that he released for campaigns, to celebrate making #coverboy status, etc.

#TZOSingles, where you can find singles/loosies that he released but aren't a part of a specific project.

#HDYSAN, where you can find songs and content specifically related to his debut album, How Do You Sleep At Night?

#TZOComedyHour, where you can find tweets, videos, and other posts of him just being funny, bc he's a funny guy idk.

#TZOFashionArchive, where you can find media of him for different fashion houses.

#TZOInterviewArchive, where you can find clips, excerpts, and links to his interviews, both print and video.

#TZOLore, which will be tagged for media that specifically speaks to the origin of himself, his upbringing, something he does, etc.

#TZOPhotoArchive, where you can find just cool pictures of him, in general, bc we could always use more pictures of him fr (and the occasional sticky note).

#TZOTours, where you can find tour content such as promotional content, concert footage from fans, videos while he's on the go, etc.

#SpendTheNight, where you can find content specifically from his first headlining tour, the Spend the Night Tour.

#SpotDates, where you can find content from spot shows and festivals that aren't necessarily part of a tour.

#TZOVideoBox, where you can find video media such as music videos, live performances, skits, film credits, appearances, etc.

#VintageTeezo, where you can find content of him pre-2020, before he evolved into the Teezo Touchdown we know him as today.

#TrinSpeaks!, where I rant and rave about Teezo myself! These are my own thoughts, opinions, and delusions lol.

Finally, we have year tags, which indicates what year the content is originally from! These tags begin in the year of our Lord 2020 and go on from there!

#2020 | #2021 | #2022 | #2023 | #2024

I also hope to have a fan content tag as well for when the fandom starts to grow on here, so when the fanfics and fan art really start to flourish on here, I would love to feature that somehow with a tag as well! So, send submissions if you want! Okay, that's all!

[cue opening guitar power chords from "OK" by Teezo Touchdown]

[telltalesonline]

40 Fun Facts About Harry Styles

Heartthrob, Harry Styles blessed everyone’s screens in 2011 when he participated in The X Factor and quickly became one of, if not the most popular One Direction boy.  

Over the last decade, this trending celeb has gone from an adored young boybander to a bona fide pop superstar right in front of our eyes.

Now one of the most influential male solo artists around, as well as fashion icon and inspiration to many, Harry actually has a lot about him behind closed doors that even his biggest fans don’t know about.

So, if you ever needed more reason to fall in love with the pop idol some more – continue reading these 40 fun Harry Styles facts below…

1. He Wanted to Be a Lifeguard

In another life, Hazza would’ve been riding the waves instead of rocking the stage. 

Believe it or not, singing wasn’t always in the pipeline for Harry. Before auditioning for The X Factor, the popular star actually applied to become a lifeguard. Harry didn’t make the cut, so he pursued his dreams of becoming a pop star, instead. 

2. He Was the First Man Featured on Vogue’s Front Cover 

If you didn’t already know, landing the front cover of Vogue is huge. And it’s an even bigger deal when you’re the first man to do so. In December 2020, Harry Styles became the first man to appear solo on the front cover of Vogue magazine.

For his cover shoot, the singer famously sported a blue dress paired with a black blazer, a look that expressed his love for fashion…but also had him accused of queerbaiting.

3. Harry Has Dated Many Famous Women

Ever since he stepped into the limelight, Harry Styles’ dating life has been scrutinized and publicized.

Over the years the superstar has been linked to models, actresses, and fellow singers, including Caroline Flack, Kendall Jenner, Taylor Swift, Nicole Scherzinger, and Olivia Wilde, among many others. 

4. He’s Never Labeled His Sexuality

While Harry’s been with various women, he’s never publicly labeled his sexuality. After starring as a gay man in My Policeman; having a gender-fluid fashion sense, and being an advocate for the LGBT+ community (e.g. frequently waving pride flags during concerts), many fans accused Harry of queerbaiting and not being honest about his sexuality.

“Sometimes people say, ‘You’ve only publicly been with women,’ and I don’t think I’ve publicly been with anyone. If someone takes a picture of you with someone, it doesn’t mean you’re choosing to have a public relationship or something,” he told Rolling Stone.

“It doesn’t matter, and it’s about not having to label everything, not having to clarify what boxes you’re checking,” he continued.

5. He Burst into Tears When He Went Solo 

After leaving One Direction and embarking on a solo career, Harry apparently burst into tears. The singer told Better Homes & Gardens that he cried when signing his solo contract, because he “felt free.”

When recalling his time in the band, Harry explained that he was always cautious about his behavior and the image he portrayed, and “terrified” about voiding one of the cleanliness clauses in his contracts.

“In lockdown, I started processing a lot of stuff that happened when I was in the band,” he said, noting that he had “to get people to engage with you, to like you.”

Continue reading at Tell Tales Online.

[taylortruther]

The story of Paul's early villainization is really interesting to me, because a lot of it is due to things John Lennon said about him in a few interviews — though it's hard to fully blame him because various actors were taking advantage of him (including a quack therapist who it seems mostly retraumatized him) and exacerbating the issues he had with Paul — but it's also a lot bigger than the axe John had to grind because he just.... fit the idea of a typical rock hero (politically outspoken, forceful, witty) much better than Paul, so magazines like Rolling Stone took his side. And the journalists actually kind of changed their tune when John started wandering away from that image in the mid-70s.

But then you have the fact John got murdered which resulted in his near instant lionization, and Paul being his ex-songwriting partner who was reaching his forties and losing his music sales force (the band's often a punchline nowadays, but Wings were kind of a big deal for a hot second) became the natural person to tear down in order to bolster John Lennon: Genius.

It's also incredibly sad because they'd had a difficult relationship and Paul found himself dealing with his talent being constantly called into question and brought down in favour of an estranged best friend he'd just lost in the worst way possible.

And weirdly, a lot of musical innovations people attribute to John actually came from Paul, because his image as a "hitmaker" like cancels his weirder ideas out in people's heads. (Another parallel to Taylor!)

Correcting the record on this has been an effort of about 30 years of active work on Paul's part, but it's very difficult to try and deconstruct a narrative that has a literal martyr while also trying not to throw said martyr under the bus. (a lot of people don't like John [for justifiable reasons, for the most part, though there's a ton of telephone going on re:the bad things he did] but Paul is clearly not interested in dragging someone he met when he was 15 and lost 43 years ago through the mud)

i feel so much for these musicians with long legacies, who have to rely on someone else (a bandmate, writing partner, etc.) to figure out the details. there is so much conflict there (thinking of hall and oates specifically rn.) i know taylor has felt some loneliness, doing this all by herself, but in a way, it ensures she will have little issue deciding what to do with her catalog later after she owns her re-records.

[goongiveusnothing]

what i find curious is while some backlash has made it to the media, when other celebs get utterly roasted day in and day out online, you'll see sites like the daily mail or someplace put up articles about that online because it's funny and generates more clicks. harry gets his ass crucified and you rarely ever see anyone in the media acknowledge it.

Because sony/columbia/Irving would threaten them with not getting any of their artists to do any press with them. Harry's the golden goose.

while i think he does have powerful media connections, i do wonder if it's about other things, like the british media trying to protect a british celebrity who helps make them a lot of money. when they share stories or photos or videos of him, it helps generate clicks. if they trash that and make him sound uncool, will he bring them as many clicks and sales?

it's also something i apply to rolling stone and other magazines who try and make harry sound credible. the more credibility and coolness and power they give him, the more they hope it means it creates and energizes his fanbase, and means they'll keep spending money on buying copies of their magazines with his face on it.

and part of the reason why they push him is they know he's an industry baby and darling, so he's being driven to the top, and if they help him succeed it benefits them in turn.

[silenthillmutual]

4 28 and 34 for the questions :3

4. what’s an inside joke you have with your family or friends?

way way back when fox & i first started hanging out we got into the game off and there was...something about a whale we drew in the style that was french (of course) and saying something like... "voulez-vous acheter un peu de contrabande?" and sometimes we still say that at each other. neither of us speaks french (i did a little in middle/high school but. not enough.).

28. do you collect anything?

i used to collect magazines for some reason. i read rolling stone a lot in middle & high school and just held onto them for the longest time. but i've moved around a lot and no longer have anywhere to store them...but i also collect shot glasses (i even use them sometimes!) and physical copies of art i like (books, movies, cds, vinyls, etc). really really wish i could collect halloween decorations but again i kinda have nowhere to store them. if only...

34. any pet peeves?

i feel like i have a huge laundry list of pet peeves but one of the ones that really irks me like nothing else is when people are just confidently incorrect about something that's incredibly easy to look up. one of my compulsions (i guess it's a compulsion, hard to tell when it's part of my job) is fact-checking things before i speak so it is so so so wild to me the amount of things people who aren't like kids in school will just say that is verifiably false. like a while back there was some post going around crying about how stupid "antis" (both of those terms are dumb as shit to me but i digress) are because "no one tries to ban game of thrones" which is just. did you even fucking look that up before you made that claim. "no one tries banning books because of incest or pedophilia" YES THEY DO. THEY DO THIS ALL THE TIME. WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. there's another post that really gets my goat about that topic but that's enough ranting from me for right now. lol.

ty for the questions :]

[the-invisible-queer]

I've never had the ability to scream about the 2009 Rolling Stones cover they did and looking at it now not through the lense of 12yr old horny Mac it's a little weird

Joe was serving SEX which is ironic for obvious reasons

Why was Kevin grabbing Joe's shirt like that?

Why was Joe grabbing Nick's tie?

Kevin and Joe look fine as fuck

Nick looks like the younger prepubescent brother they let tag along 😭

Nick doesn't belong there

Also "The Jonas Brothers God! Girls! Guitars!" is honestly so fucking funny to me for some reason

But this was the first time I asked my parents for a Rolling Stones magazine

They did not get it for me sadly

But I do think STILL this is one of the hottest photos Joe has taken and that is the hill I will die on

[kevinb3896]

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[howlingday]

tragic backstory (tm) au) jaune and his knights (nora's currently workshoping a name for them with the others and battle harem doesn't quite work for everyone for some reason) are handling some criminals for ozpin (he told her something about "making a statement" but nora lost intrest after he mentioned that she couldn't just go nuts on them and had to "obey the law" and "respect human rights" which is stupid because corpses don't have rights and that's all they're gonna be if they fight her!) but they quickly find out that it was a trap and as they all sit in their cells waiting for the end jaune saves the day by picking the locks and freeing them

nora: "... ya know I honestly forgot he could do that"

weiss: "IT WAS THE INCITING INCIDENT FOR THIS ENTIRE DEBACLE!"

nora: "yeah but like there's so many other cool things that I sort of forgot that he was a master criminal and not just a bandit king slash destined hero"

of course jaune knows a worrying amount about how criminals work what dark secret is he hiding?

jaune meanwhile is really trying to avoid letting his friends know that when he was in middle school he tried to impress girls by telling them he was a mafia boss and ended up becoming obsessed with researching how crime families did things in order to make the persona more believable.

corse that all fell apart when everyone realized there wasn't a crime family in their small farming village.

jaune: "no one must ever know the truth!" **slams his fist into the stone wall cracking it** jaune: "shit! i said that out loud!"

You Don' Wanna Know

Infinity. It is not the end, yet also not the beginning. It is neither the tail, nor the head. It is not a goal to reach, nor a point to start, but rather it is the flow in which we find ourselves both present and repeating.

Ruby: Jaune! We locked ourselves out of our room! Can you help us?

Jaune: Sure thing! Let me just grab my lock-pick set. (Steps into his dorm)

Yang: Lock-pick set? Why does he have a lock-pick set?

Nora: You know, I don't think I ever asked. It's kind of funny, because the last time he used it, I got curious and asked Professor Ozpin for his transcripts!

Weiss: Wait, you asked for his transcripts?

Nora: Mhm! It's how I started learning all about his past, like how he was a slave, a fighter, an orphan-

Weiss: WE'VE SPENT THE LAST TWO WEEKS GUESSING BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T KNOW HE CAN LOCK PICK?!

Nora: Well, when you say it like that, anything'll sound bad!

Weiss: AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!

Jaune: Everything okay, Weiss?

Weiss: YOU!

Jaune: Ah! (Cornered)

Weiss: YOU WILL TELL ME EVERYTHING, OR I WILL USE YOU FOR FENCING PRACTICE!

Jaune: Gah! Okay! Okay! I'm sorry I took so long! I forgot I hid my lock-pick set under my dirty magazines!

Weiss: WHAAAAAAAA-aaaaaaaaaaaaaa... (Cough, Rasps) my voice...

Jaune: Uh, you okay, Weiss?

Weiss: shut up, arc...

Jaune: Uh, I'll just get to work on the door. (Sets down lock-pick set)

Yang: So... Dirty magazine, huh?

Jaune: (Groans) I haven't even opened it yet. It's just a joke gift my sister got me for my birthday.

Yang: Heh, if you say so.

Jaune: Aaaaand got it! Door's open! (Bows) After you, ladies.

Weiss: (Rolls her eyes, Steps in) our hero...

Ruby: Where'd you learn to do this?

Jaune: ...the mob.

Ruby: The mob?

Jaune: ...Yeah. I learned to, uh, lock-pick to break my buddies out of jail!

Yang: Yeah, right. (Tousles his hair, Walks in) Maybe try that on somebody more gullible.

Blake: Like Nora. (Walks in)

Ruby: You mean it isn't true? (Walks in) What about him being enslaved by the Luna bandits?

Jaune: Huh?

Yang: That's actually true. (Door shuts)

Jaune: What?!

Adam: Brothers and Sisters of the White Fang, gather round! Tomorrow, during the Vytal Tournament finals, Beacon dies! Every human man, woman, and child will become fuel for our war, along with those of us who turned their backs and sympathise with the enemy! The Schnee Dust Company will watch in horror as their daughter is beaten and skewered before her family! The Belladonnas will know the indiscriminate fangs of our maw as our now enemy Blake is snatched and torn apart by them! And all of Remnant will know that no human is safe when I hold the head of JAUNE ARC, THE LIAR, IN MY HANDS FOR ALL OF MANKIND TO SEE! (White Fang cheer, Chanting Adam) Unfortunately, not all of us will be present. Last night, our Lieutenant has betrayed our cause, and has abandoned his mask. But worry not, for I have found a more than worthy replacement! Brothers and Sisters of the White Fang, I present to you your new Lieutenant, Tyrian Callows!

Tyrian: (Steps out)

Adam: Tyrian Callows is a scorpion Faunus, and believes in our cause to eradicate the humans, and force them to understand our pain. He is a skilled combatant, and master of toxicology. He is a brother, and I have my full faith in him and his abilities. (Hands Tyrian a White Fang mask) From this day forward, Tyrian Callows is a Brother of the White Fang!

Tyrian: (Chuckles as crowd cheer, Dons mask) The hunt begins...

???: The Raven approaches on Devil's rest. Perhaps good fortune awaits our kin?

Raven: Shut the hell up, you creep. Why are you moving so close to Vale? You know I can't protect you if you get caught.

???: The moon! (Prostrates away from the sun) The moon is rising, and with Ka Ra, she carries her champion!

Raven: Hey, listen to me when I'm talking to you! (Grabs him, Pulls him up) I've tolerated your existence because I had more use from you than those freaky Burns pricks, but if you think your god is more important than keeping your word, then I'm calling off this alliance, and leaving you to the Grimm.

???: (Falls to his knees, Weeping) Her champion! I see him flying! Falling! He will lose everything he loves, gain nothing but ash! He will be broken, and never whole!

Raven: Argh! I'm wasting my time with you! (Draws Omen) Tell me why you're going to Vale, or I sacrifice you to your god right here, right now.

???: (Weeps, Sobs)

Raven: Ugh. (Turns away)

???: (Chuckles, Laughs) Really, Branwen? So sensitive about your time, aren't you?

Raven: I am. (Turns around) Especially when it's wasted on a fanatic like you, Kaylum.

Kaylum: "A wasted effort, a wanted lesson."

Raven: I could care less about your scripture, old man.

Kaylum: And yet here you are, listening, and yet not understanding. Do you hear it? A great change is on the wind! It Carries with it an omen of things to come!

Raven: All I hear is a delusional old man talking to himself.

Kaylum: Only because you don't listen! The angels are warning us! Warning you! Your child is in danger!

Raven: The only thing I could care less about than your "prophecies" is my daughter.

Kaylum: (Chuckles) Oh, Raven... I never said it was your daughter.

Scarlet: (Humming in front of the mirror)

Roman: So, you're back from the dead? Mind telling me how the hell that happened?

Scarlet: Does it really matter? I'm clearly still alive.

Roman: Sure, you say you're my sister, but you can't prove-

Scarlet: When we went to the circus, the lion scared you so bad you pissed yourself until you were thirteen.

Roman: Nice try, toots, but it was actually fifteen! ...That sounded more proud in my head.

Scarlet: And that's why Daddy liked me better.

Roman: How is the old man, anyways?

Scarlet: Dead. After you left, he fell into drinking even more, and he drowned in the lake a year after that.

Roman: Did he drown on his own?

Scarlet: (Smiles)

Roman: Yikes. But can't say he didn't deserve it. He was a mean bastard anyways.

Scarlet: Yeah, and you left me with him. Thanks for that, by the way.

Roman: At least you found a nice, little bed-warmer, right?

Scarlet: Roman, Jaune Arc is nice.

Roman: ...And?

Scarlet: And what?

Roman: You just said Jaune Arc is nice.

Scarlet: I did, and he is.

Roman: Okay, I'm not nearly invested in your life enough to keep doing this "play nice" routine. What are you doing here?

Scarlet: I'm here to collect Jaune Arc for the Crown of Vacuo.

Roman: Uh-huh, and that is...?

Scarlet: An organization dedicated to restoring the royal Arturias family to the Kingdom of Vacuo.

Roman: Mom and Dad always worried about you falling in with the wrong crowd.

Scarlet: The Arturias family has more claim and right to rule than anyone else in Vacuo.

Roman: And what do they want with your hubby?

Scarlet: Isn't it obvious? (Turns to her brother) They intend to restore the Throne of Vale, with Jaune as it's king, and me as his queen!

Cinder: (Knocking) It's the middle of the night. (Answers the door) Oh, it's you. I was wondering where you ran off to.

Neo: (Pushes her way inside, Turns on the light)

Mercury: Rgh, dammit...

Emerald: (Yawns) Is there a problem, ma'am?

Neo: (Pulls out white board, Nods furiously)

Cinder: There is, but I can't tell if it's our wandering teammate, or her excuse that's the bigger problem. She'll just have to tell us.

Qrow: So, we're just going to give her Amber's power?

Ozpin: Yes, after we break her hold on the Grimm.

Qrow: I dunno, Oz. Giving away Amber's power to the same woman who tried to kill her to get them just doesn't sit tight with me.

Ozpin: I understand your concerns, Qrow, but an ally gained is another soul safe from Salem.

Qrow: Alright, I'll trust you again, Oz, even if this feels off.

Ozpin: Oh, come now, Qrow, what's the worst that could happen?

Qrow: Well, she could cause a catastrophe so horrible, Vale becomes ground zero for a Grimm invasion, killing thousands of innocents along with you.

Ozpin: Hm,yes, that is a possibility. But with Atlas providing protection, I fail to see how she can accomplish this.

Qrow: She could hack into the CCT, upload a virus, and knock it down while also havking into Atlas military software, causing James' robots to malfunction, or worse, go on a killing spree.

Ozpin: Well, now you're making things up.

Jacques: Is there any word on Jaune Arc, yet?

Whitely: Nothing yet, Father. The only information we can find are the articles and rumors that are already common knowledge.

Jacques: Damn him! He can't be this much of a ghost! There has to be something, like his Beacon transcripts! But when I asked that damn fool, Ozpin, he told me that his transcripts were confidential and that I couldn't just take them on a whim! Not even this Arc person can access his documents for some reason!

Whitely: What if someone could access his transcripts, and they currently have it in their possession?

Jacques: Hm, I suppose, but who would have access that isn't Ozpin?

Winter: Say it.

Glynda: No.

Winter: Say it.

Glynda: I'm not saying it.

Winter: Saying what?

Glynda: That my ship sunk before it could sail- DAMMIT!

Winter: (Laughs) Oh, Glyndie, you are too easy sometimes.

Glynda: As if your ship would fare any better.

Winter: Oh, but it can, and it will. You see, I've been gathering intel on your student, and I've crafted the perfect girl for him. Once again, Atlas wins with it's intellect.

Glynda: Impossible! You can't just make a girlfriend out of thin air!

Winter: No, (Holds up pink computer chip) but I can put the idea in her head.