#and sing billy joel together

[shy-daredevil]

Imagine, if you will, Eddie and the band are on tour. It's not their first one or anything but Eddie still has a little something special planned. So they play the first half and before they take an intermission says something along the line of like "Now this next one isn't like our usual style. But about to take a little break and after that we'll get back to the metal. So indulge me for just this once"

The music kicks in and Eddie sings the first lines with so much heart and joy.

~Anthony works at the grocery store. Saving his pennies for someday~

You see, a little over half a year ago Steve and Eddie had their first baby. A sweet boy they named Anthony, after one of Steve's favorite Billy Joel song. And while Eddie still can't really say he's a fan, Moving Out will now always have a special place in his heart.

Singing the song in front of a large crowd, practically yelling his son's name for them all just felt right.

It seems to go over well (especially with super fans who know the meaning) so they keep it up in the next town and the next. By the third or fourth show word has gotten around and Eddie is happily surprised to hear his fellow metalheads sing along. By the final show it's turned into a little call and response with Eddie starting the line and the crowd finishing it.

Little Anthony Munson is unfortunately too young to join the band on stage but Steve definitely shows him a video of the moment to see his son light up at hearing his daddy sing his name.

[davidtennantgenderenvy]

An utterly nonsensical Luigi playlist

idk what this even is. I can justify maybe a fifth of the songs.

[seastoried]

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling an old friend of mine not to come to Friendsgiving?

I (F, 26) have been hosting a Friendsgiving at my place for six years running. It’s a pretty big event, and usually ~25 people show up, but there’s a core group of five high school friends of mine that always come. We also prepare for the event together (baking pies, brining turkeys, singing Billy Joel, etc etc) Two of these friends were dating until a month ago (that’s an eight-year relationship). One of my friends (F, 25, we’ll call her R) cheated on my other friend (F, 26, we’ll call her L), for an extended period of time (5 months with several different people, including a close mutual friend of theirs who she is now dating). L found out and ended the relationship. I am still talking to both of them.

Now here’s where it gets complicated. L will not come if R comes, and R will not come if L comes. I love them both but they’re stubborn like that. R also wants to bring her new partner (NB, 28, we’ll call them X). However, L has been completely heartbroken for the past month. She quit her job, stopped eating, the whole enchilada. She’s been a mess, to put it lightly. As a friend group (along with her mom), I think we’ve managed to do a pretty decent job of taking care of her.

I should also add that X has dated and cheated upon another friend of mine (M, 26) who will be there. X has also fought with my partner and several of her friends. I’m not a huge fan of X, but whatever. Moving on.

A week ago, I received a text from R asking what dish I’d like her to bring for Friendsgiving. After much deliberation and several discussions with my partner (the event is hosted at our house), I told R that it wasn’t a good idea for them to join us for Friendsgiving. I was sad to do so, but I don’t want to but L in that position after a really rough breakup. I also think that the breakup is entirely R’s fault, so the burden of providing space should be on them. I also don’t want to inflict X upon my partner and guests, and I told R almost exactly that.

Since then, Ive received quite a few messages from friends and guests telling me that disinviting R was a rude thing to do. I’ve also gotten suggestions to simply lie to both L and R, but I really don’t want to do that. I’d love to have R at my Friendsgiving, but I don’t think that it’s wise to do so at this time. They’re welcome to come next year after things have cooled down a bit.

So after all that:

Am I the Asshole for telling R not to come to Thanksgiving, even though it’s tradition?

sorry for all the information and thank you for your feedback!

What are these acronyms?

[tinydefector]

This is my first time requesting anything on this app rn pls bear with me 😭😭

Can you write the TFP decepticons (like soundwave, shockwave, megatron, knockout, starscream) reacting to a young reader with a 90s grunge/metal music taste? Like they regularly play it on a CD player and what not and maybe there can even be HCs about what they like in music as well

Grunge Reader

Oki before we get into the Scenarios, here's the list of bots their thoughts on the music, clothing choice and what I think they would listen too.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: non

Request and ask open, read pinned post

Fanfic masterlist

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Breakdown masterlist

Knockout masterlist

Megatron masterlist

Soundwave: for me Shockwave indulges in your music on many occasions he enjoy things that make you happy and if it's grunge metal he tends to go out of his way to find music downloading it for you, for him clothing or fabric in general is a foreign thing, only higher ups in the council and senate had those privileges, so he he tends to rather enjoy seeing all the different fabrics you wear.

His music choices tend to go one of two ways, Tecnho music or classical music.

Favourites to listen to

- daft punk

- scandroid

- dance with the dead

- Beethoven

- tchaikovsky

Knockout : Knockout adores listing to both you and Breakdown sing along to grunge music it livens up the medical wing and the amount of concerts the happen of the three of you singing together is amazing, he does adore your clothing choice but most times it a lot of the clothing you wear while helping him weld ends up being your band shirts.

His music choice is very pop based but he does enjoy some scandalous metal and rock.

- Lady Gaga

- nine inch nails

- Nickelback

- My Darkest days

- Rihanna

Breakdown: This bot is a grunge and metal fan, has taken you to multiple concerts events and even shopping for stuff. He has a collection of Cds in his glove box for when you both hangout. He is the one who's slowly convinced Knockout to let loose and dance around to the music with you. TM biggest grunge supporter of the ship.

His favourite bands consist of

- Faith no more

- the smashing pumpkins

- limp bizkit

- powderfinger

- Spiderbait

Starscream: he doesn't understand the appeal nor is he a fan of the music but he will still suffer though it with little remark other than a few grumbles over calling it junk music, but deep down he does enjoy it but only I a tiny bit. Starscream is more into piano and organ. He loves different genres but if it has a piano in it he's automatically captivated. It's the old Vos senator coming out.

- Joe Hisaishi

- Elton John

- mozart

- Ludovico Einaudi

- Billy Joel

Megatron: Megatron as much for his snarl and growl over your 'human' music he doesn't really mind, but he won't admit that, he will enjoy listening to the grunge music on occasions softly in the comfort of his own quarters. It's not really to his taste but he does rather enjoy some of the lyrics.

Music taste for Megatron is funny because I see him enjoying things like, for him it's the lyrics more than the music itself but he would never let anyone know this was the type of music he indulges in.

- Kate bush

- The Wombats

- bastille

- of monsters and men

- Hozier

Shockwave: Shockwave is a strange one for he has no real interest in music he's interested in the effects it has on people the way they react to it. But he himself isn't interested in it, so he doesn't really react to your music. He lets you listen to it and he studies you, how you sing, dance and express yourself. (If it was Senator Soundwave it would be a very different case he'd be a kesha Fan and most like enjoy classical music too)

But for TFP shockwave i feel like he would listen to things that are educational and most times it's only until he has memorised it all.

The periodic table song, he has caught himself humming to when he wishes to remember one of the elements he needs.

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SOUNDWAVE

loud music blares from one of the observation desks, 'Best of you' by foo fighters can be heard, At the unexpected yet recognizable guitar riff emanating through his communications hub, Soundwave cycles a quiet ventilation as he turns from maintenance duties to move calmly toward the source of noise and nervous glances. Approaching the observation deck, his visor betrays nothing as optics alight upon the human seated amid controls, belting lyrics with unrestrained passion.

His field pulses gentle amusement even as He lowers the volume slightly. Leaning his massive frame close 'til his visor meets bright eyes. His fingers delicately tap rhythm against a polished table beside his assistant as silence finds its way back between songs.

"Awww why'd you turn it down? I was even speed typing!" They whine out.

"Come on Soundwave you enjoy my music don't try to deny it" the smug comment from them is teasing and aimed at him. Soundwave's visor flickers with a trace of amusement, a smile face flickers onto his visor.

" Volume exceeded safety tolerances for sensitive communication arrays. Appreciation for artistic expression acknowledged." The crude mix of recorded voice combined as One massive talon extends to delicately sweep an errant lock of hair from their smiling face. His free servo rests upon the large keyboard, slowly typing another quick report.

"Continuation of duties mandatory."

His thumb traces a tender caress of their cheek as he continues to work, watching over them as he does so.

"Can I please have it up just a little more, it helps me concentrate on work when I can listen to music" they ask while leaning into his touch, small cheek pressed into his servo.

At their request, Soundwave considers briefly through a gentle pulse of his field before dipping his helm in a nod. "Very well. However, monitor levels closely."

He leans close to peers with gentle scrutiny at their work display, enormous frame bending tenderly as if to shelter their focus.

A deep ex-vent whispers across their cheek and hair. They smile up at him, eyes sparkling in a way only organics do.

"Your the best you know that soundwave" it makes the Decepticon feel very smug hearing those words but he doesn't voice it, His Soundwave's visor brightens subtly as his field swells with pulses of unconditional pride. Inclining his helm in a slow nod, trying to get them to focus back on their work.

"Hey Sounds, I know cybertron probably has its own type of music but if you had to pick a favourite earth genre and artist who would it be?" They ask more out of curiosity. At the thoughtful inquiry, Soundwave's optics linger on them from behind the visor. Though alien to his kind, organic cultural forms have proven insightful in the creativity humans possessed.

After several nanokliks. "Energetic melodies and precise instrumentation suggest preferred categories termed 'Classical' and 'techno'. Composers eliciting strongest empathic resonance include Beethoven and daft punk through capacity to convey vast complexity and emotive depth often exceeding standard units of measurement." He states before they both continue work with a few questions passed between the two of them.

Knockout & Breakdown

'Break stuff' by limp bizkit blares through the medical wing, the sound of a welder can be heard along with singing from both Breakout and their Human assistant. "It's just one of those days!" They both sing out while they continue working on fix work. The human assistant continues welding as Breakdown works on checking that the Venicon being worked on was still in induced status.

Knockout raised an audio receptor as the sound blared through the medical bay, his visor flickering with surprise. He turned to see his Conjunx and their human assistant working together, the two of them singing along to the song. A smirk formed on Knockout's faceplate, finding the scene oddly amusing.

As Breakdown checked on the Vehicon, Knockout approached, leaning against a nearby table with his arms crossed. "Well, well, seems like you two are having quite the productive day," he commented, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and curiosity.

Breakdown glanced up from his task, a grin spreading across his faceplate. " Just trying to keep the energy up here," he replied. "You should join us! It's therapeutic, trust me."

Knockout chuckled, his optics flickering with amusement. "Oh, I wouldn't want to deprive you of your precious bonding time with our human," he replied, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm. "But keep up the good work, Breakdown. We've got quite the repair queue today."

He's all fixed up Breakdown" they call to the other bot.

Knockout's optics widened in mock offence at the human's comment, a playful pout forming on his faceplate.

"Seems like you've got quite the team going here, Breakdown," Knockout remarked, a hint of admiration in his voice. "But don't get too comfortable. We've got plenty more repairs to tackle."

The human flicks up their welding visor as they look to the doctor, "awww do you want me to put some Nine inch nails on for you after KO I know you enjoy them and Gaga" they call out which gets a snicker from Breakdown as he helps the human out of the Venicons chestplate.

"NIN, Gaga, and little ol' me? You know just how to make a mech feel special," he replied, his voice dripping with exaggerated charm. "But I must admit, their music does have a certain... appeal."

Breakdown chuckled at the banter, appreciating the light-hearted atmosphere in the medical bay. He moves towards Knockout who wraps his arms around the larger bot.

Knockout, still leaning into his Conjunx.

"No smooching in the Medbay!, save it for later lovebots!" They human yells while flinging a wrench at breakdown and Knockout, the wrench doesn't hurt either of them but Knockout hisses out about his paint. They move to their phone turning the bluetooth volume as 'Paralyzer' begins playing.

Knockout's optics widened in surprise as the wrench flew past him, narrowly missing its target. He instinctively ducked, his servo reaching up to protect his visage. A playful smirk formed on his faceplate as he looked at the human assistant, his voice filled with amusement.

"Watch the Paint!," Knockout shouts looking towards them,He glanced over at Breakdown, sharing a knowing look with his fellow Decepticon. The unexpected interruption only added to the lively atmosphere of the medbay

"Cheeky little scraplet," Knockout declared, his voice adopting a playful tone. And it makes Breakdown laugh, “don't let them catch you calling them that Red they'll have your helm” Breakdown whispers back to his lover.

Knockout and Breakdown resumed their work, the sound of their tools blending with the music. Despite the wrench incident, Knockout found himself appreciating the human's lively spirit and their ability to inject a sense of fun into their daily tasks.

As the songs continued to play, Knockout couldn't resist adding his own flair, busting out some dance-like moves in between repairs, Breakdown even taking a moment to spin him around. With every twist and turn, his frame exuded a confident charm, his vibrant personality shining through.

In that moment, the medbay transformed into a temporary haven of laughter, music, and productivity. The boundaries between Decepticon and human blurred, replaced by a shared enjoyment of the moment. And as they continued to work and dance, Knockout couldn't help but be grateful for the unexpected companionship and the vibrant energy their human assistant brought into their lives.

Starscream

Starscream loathed being put on pick up duties for the Decepticons 'pet' human as he declared them. He taps his claws against the tree trunk with a snarl.

It's another five minutes before they finally show up at the pick up point.

Starscream narrows his optics at the organic's dishevelled appearance. "You are late," he hisses, talons clenching impatiently against the tree bark. "And what is this...costume you've adorned yourself with? Have you been cavorting in primate rituals again?"

Scooping the human gingerly in his palm, Starscream brings them up to optic level for a more thorough scan. His faceplates curl in distaste at the myriad colours and textures now clinging to their garb.

"I care not what strange fashions the earthlings find appealing. But you represent the Decepticons in this rusting backwater. You will present yourself in a proper manner"

His tone holds a biting edge, though he is careful not to squeeze too tightly and damage his unwilling charge.

Setting the human down once more, he transforms in a whirr of joints, air brakes hissing. "Now Get in. I've wasted enough time already fetching you." His engines rev impatiently, prayer wings arched in a silent threat. Time to return to the Nemesis.

"Stars, I told you I had a concert tonight!, don't talk shit about my fit!" They state while flipping him off. They move to climb into the pilot seat, still humming along to some of the songs.

Starscream's optics narrow dangerously at the human's insolent gesture. "Watch your fleshy appendage, worm, before I remove it," he hisses. Nonetheless, he waits impatiently for the organic to strap into the seat before closing his cockpit windshield. As his flight engines roar to life, Starscream vents a derisive snort.

"A concert, you say? Bah. What pompous cacophony of noise making as 'music' among you humans?" Lifting off and banking sharply into the darkening sky, Starscream runs stealth diagnostics with his free systems. The organic's attire had indeed been outrageous, unbefitting one under Decepticon protection. Still, information is information.

"Now, out with it.?" His turbines whine expectantly, They let out a laugh. "Oh and I thought you weren't interested in the primitiveness of human society, you wanna hear about the music, drugs or amount of people who got hurt in the most pit?" They leaning back into his seat.

"Music, drugs, and injuries, you say? Now you have piqued my interest, fleshling. While your species' rituals hold little tactical value, So out with it, then - what lurid tales do you have to tell?" The two chat between themselves before Starscream asked his next question.

"What strange sounds passed for music among the masses? I assume it involved heavy percussion and vulgar vocals."

"It really depends on your taste Starscream, I happen to enjoy 90s Grunge, metal." They reply while pulling up 'Cannonball' by the breeders as an example. Starscream isn't impressed by it.

"Did cybertron have music? What did you enjoy listening too?"

Starscream considers the noisy music playing in his cockpit, wings twitching in distaste. "Your earthly 'grunge' leaves much to be desired in terms of musical structure and composition," he sniffs. "Though I will concede it matches the primitive aesthetic of your species."

At the human's question, Starscream's optics take on a distant gleam as he delves into memory files. "Cybertron was home to a rich culture and history before the wars consumed all. In the arena before battle, great artists would compose symphonies to inspire our skills and stir our sparks. Legendary musicians like Ironwing wrote anthems that could lift one's spirit even in the depths of the Pits."

His turbines sigh wistfully. "As for my own tastes...there was something majestic about listening to Polyhex Quartet in the archives of the Elite Guard. The way their harmonies echoed through the stacks, remnants of a Golden Age long fallen...it was easy to lose track of time, imagining nobler days."

Banking closer to the Nemesis, Starscream gazes toward the ship looking for his landing platform. "But that was vorns ago."

They hum as they lean forward resting their chin in their hands. "Any kinda human music you do like?" They ask, it was the most starscream had really talked with them, he seemed to enjoy it when people were open to listen.

Starscream considers the human's question, After several nano-klicks of thoughtful silence, he rumbles, "While most of your species' artistic offerings leave much to be desired, I did find some merit in the instrumental compositions of a 'Ludovico Einaudi.' His piano works featured a pleasant minimalism and emotional resonance that reminded me a bit of Polyhex Quartet's melodies from vorns past." As the seeker comes in for landing they quickly finish their conversation before Starscream begins walking off leaving them on the landing pad. “Come on then!” He calls out

Megatron

'Ever flow' by pearl Jam echo's through the Nemesis, and Megatron knows full well who was responsible for the music, his human companion, they had somehow convinced Soundwave to let them play music through the ship. As he approaches the command deck he can see the human sitting on the armrest of his throne-like seat. They look up at Megatron with a smile on their face.

Megatron loomed over the human sitting on his command throne, his optics flickering in irritation beneath his battlemask. "Explain yourself, fleshling," he rumbled. "Why have you taken liberties with my ship? The Nemesis operates according to my will alone." However, beneath his stern facade, Megatron felt a grudging admiration for the human's boldness. Few dared such freedoms amongst the Decepticons.

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"It's really too quiet in here sir, I thought some music might help with work progress'' they state smugly knowing full well Megatron wouldn't do anything about it, he enjoyed their company too much. As the song continues to play his optics roam the ship taking in how all the Decepticons seem to be working quickly.

Megatron's optics narrowed at the human's insolent reply, but inwardly he conceded the point. A droning silence could sap even the most industrious of mecha. And perhaps this...experiment with music had merits he had not considered. His gaze swept the command deck, noting with grudging approval how the Decepticons laboured at peak efficiency under the strange sounds echoing through the Nemesis.

"You show promise, fleshling," rumbled Megatron. They nearly gasp as Megatron picks them up, holding them to his chassis as he walks out of the command deck with them in toe. They look up at him slightly worried. "Megatron I can change it if you like, I just thought Pearl Jam would be a decent band not too heavy or distracting" they state softly.

Megatron chuckled darkly as the human gazed up at him with concern, still clasped gently in his massive claw. " For now I have no complaints." He strode from the command deck, the human neatly tucked against his chestplate.

The next song that plays is 'monkeys gone to heaven' - by Pixies it's alot softer than the first song and Megatron finds he doesn't quite mind it, it's not the type of music he listened to on Cybertron but it was tolerable.

"Sir, did Cybertron have music?" They ask softly as he places them down on his desk of his hub suite.

Megatron felt his tension lessen ever so slightly as the softer music drifted through his audials. Not the proud martial hymns of Cybertron's past, but... tolerable from this alien creature. He lowered the human gently to his desk, regarding them thoughtfully as the question prompted memories of ages past.

"Indeed, Cybertron had its share of musical compositions," he rumbled. "Grand orchestral." His optics dimmed as he recalled theatre houses echoing with stirring choruses of advancement and glory. How far his once-great planet had fallen since those golden epochs.

"What did you like listening to?, my music taste isn't to everyone's liking but I'm intrigued. What did the great Decepticon leader listen to before he was a leader?" They ask while sitting down watching as he flicks through reports.

Megatron hesitated at the question, taken aback by their audacity. None dared inquire so freely into his past.

"Before the uprising, in Cybertron's golden age, my tastes ran to Cycles of Triumph, music that stirred the spark," he rumbled after a moment. "I was a gladiator then, and such works I found peaceful."

A clawed finger tapped thoughtfully on the arm of his throne. "Your music lacks such scope and poetic pull." His fiery optics regarded the human keenly.

"Is there anything you have listened to of earth music you happen to like?"

"There was one tune - 'Running Up That Hill', I believe the humans call it. Sung by a femme named Kate Bush. An...oddly compelling work."

His optics flickered as another memory surfaced. "And 'Greek Tragedy' by the Wombats - an enjoyable song about the fleeting nature of your species. The instrumentation was pleasing, and the lyrics reminded me of Cybertron's golden ages now lost, days I do sometimes miss."

Megatron fixed the human with a stern gaze. "But speak of this to no one. Your music has proven of some use, small creature, so I permit its continued playing for now. "

Shockwave

Shockwaves optic watches the human walk around the desk, headphones in as they dance to their music, they weren't even away when he was there, as they sing along to their music.

Shockwave observes the human with detached curiosity, analysing their behaviour and attempting to understand the appeal of their actions. The rhythmic movements and the joy displayed on their faces seem foreign to him, as he had never experienced such emotions himself. He analyses the human's clothing, noting the 90s grunge aesthetic and its significance in human culture.

As the human continues to dance and sing, Shockwave's attention is drawn to their carefree nature. It contrasts sharply with his own isolated existence and the weight of his scientific pursuits. He finds himself captivated by their uninhibited display of emotion, something he had only observed from a distance.

Curiosity piqued, Shockwave decides to engage with the human, partly out of a scientific interest in their behaviour and partly out of an unexplainable longing for connection. He approaches cautiously, his footsteps silent, as he stands by the edge of the desk. With a cold monotone, he interrupts their dancing.

"Human, your behaviour is perplexing to me. Explain the purpose of your actions and the emotions they elicit."

They let out a noise of surprise as they quickly remove their headphones. "shockwave!, sorry i didn't know you were back" they state sheepishly.

Shockwave's optic narrows as he observes the human's reaction, noting their surprise and subsequent apology. He remains silent for a brief moment, processing their response before speaking.

"There is no need for apologies. Your unawareness of my presence is inconsequential," Shockwave replies, his voice devoid of any warmth or understanding. "Now, answer my previous inquiry. Explain the purpose of your actions and the emotions they elicit."

The human shifts uncomfortably, their expression changing from surprise to slight unease. They hesitate for a moment before replying, "I... I was just listening to music and dancing. It's a way for me to express myself, to feel free and happy."

Shockwave processes their response, analysing the concept of expressing oneself through music and movement. He finds it intriguing, yet foreign, yet past memories linger for a life that was but a past memory. The emotions they mention, happiness and freedom, are unfamiliar to him these days, but he can sense a certain appeal in their description.

"Freedom and happiness," Shockwave muses, his monotone voice betraying a hint of curiosity. "These emotions are foreign to me. What purpose do they have?”

The human looks at Shockwave with a mix of surprise and sympathy. "Well, Shockwave, emotions are a complex part of being human, humans feel a lot and well music seems to ignite that in us."

Shockwave's single optic flickers as he processes the human's words, contemplating the idea of experiencing emotions. He remains silent for a while, lost in thought, before finally speaking, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty.

"I appreciate your perspective. It is a concept I will consider further. Thank you for enlightening me."

The human smiles warmly, offering a kind gesture. "Anytime, Shockwave."

Shockwave nods, his optic fixed on the human.

With that, Shockwave turns to walk away, his mind filled with newfound curiosity and lingering sensations under his plating. The encounter with the human has sparked something within him.

"Wait Shockwave" they call out trying to get his attention before the bot left to continue more studies.

Shockwave pauses in his tracks, turning his attention back to the human who called out to him. His optic narrows slightly, displaying a hint of curiosity as he regards them.

"What is it?" he asks, his monotone voice betraying no emotion. "Is there something else you require?"

"Do you listen to music?" They asked. They wanted to know if he did and if so what kind of music he enjoyed.

Shockwave's optic flickers briefly as he ponders the question. The concept of music as a form of entertainment is something he had observed but never actively engaged with himself. However, in his quest for knowledge, he had gathered data on various forms of human expression, including music.

"I do not listen to music, it has no benefits to my work," Shockwave replies, his voice devoid of any enthusiasm. "However, I have analysed and studied different genres of music as part of my research on human culture. It is an intriguing form of artistic expression. But have not ever listened for pleasure"

The human's face lights up with curiosity, their eyes shining with excitement. "I could play some music for you?, you might get an understanding of why humans like it so much” Shockwave hesitates for a moment, processing the human's offer. The idea of experiencing human music firsthand intrigues him. He nods, his optic narrowing slightly in response.

"Very well," Shockwave replies, his voice remaining monotone. "I am open to experiencing music in order to gain a deeper understanding of its appeal to humans. Please proceed."

The human grins and quickly moves to a nearby control panel, fiddling with buttons and switches until ‘head like a Hole’ begins to fill the room. The music flows through the speakers, enveloping the space with its riffs and rhythms.

As the music plays, Shockwave stands still, his optic focused on the source of the sound. He analyses the intricate patterns, the interplay of different instruments, and the emotions that the music is designed to evoke. And a memory flashes across his processor. His green and white features in a mirror as he sings along to music in his Laboratory, he had just been at a council session, Proteus had irritated him extremely and music helped him settle after the session. It's a fleeting memory of another life.

After a few moments, the human glances at Shockwave, their eyes searching for any signs of reaction. "What do you think, Shockwave?"

Shockwave pauses, his optic brightening for a brief moment before returning to its usual intensity. "Strange…" he states. He'd have to do more research into this.

[womenloverlmao]

Your Loser

Charlie Walker x GN! Reader

Warnings: None? Maybe some cursing?

In which the reader braids Charlie's hair

0.6K words

You were forcing your boyfriend to listen to your music while cuddling, which wasn’t a very uncommon experience in your relationship. You loved each other to bits and pieces, but you two could never seem to agree on any media type. You watched different movies, had different views on streaming, and could never agree on music. 

“Can we not listen to Billy Joel?” He whines into your chest. His head was there, and you had a leg thrown over his hip. 

“Again, I don’t even know what you have against him. He’s like… one of the most amazing artists in the world. You can’t even talk, you listen to Weezer and shit like that.” 

He scoffs. “I didn’t say anything about how amazing he is or not, just asked if we could stop listening to him.” 

You sighed, but you let up. You got up, and then he whined. “You’re being a baby,” you roll your eyes. “I’ll be back in a second, you were the one who wanted to listen to something else.” 

Taking the CD out, you grabbed another one. Of course, you had to choose The Beatles. That was one of them that he could obviously tolerate although he didn’t particularly like it. Occasionally, he would even sing along. You made it play I wanna hold your hand, which was your favorite. 

When you turned around and saw him sprawled out on your bed, you rolled your eyes. You couldn’t deny that this was your favorite sight, no matter how silly it seemed. You sat on the edge of the bed, and he looked over at you confused. “Come sit,” you patted between your legs. 

“Why?” 

“Just listen, dumbass-” You said. He rolled his eyes, before getting the stool you had for your vanity and placing it between your legs, looking up at you as he sat down. “Other way.” 

He looked more confused but did so; you brushed out his hair with your fingers. “Is this what you wanted?” He asks. 

“Partially, just hold still,” you say. He did listen to you, despite not knowing what you were doing. 

You divided it into three strands, before methodically twisting them together. It was gonna be a small braid, but it was fun to do anyway. Once you finished, he asked, “Did you just braid my hair?” 

“No, I actually just left it alone,” you said sarcastically. You undid it, before doing it again. You did that a few times, and you knew he liked it even if he was pretending he didn't. 

“Why did we have to move for this?” He groaned. 

“Because,” you responded. You looked it over, before undoing it again. “I think I’m gonna give you two.” 

He whined. “I just wanna cuddle, though…” 

You sighed. “If I let you pick the music after this, will you let me finish?” 

Safe to say he shut up after that. 

You went back to twisting the strands together, and he obviously enjoyed the little moment despite the complaints. He enjoyed it even more than you did, as you continued your movements before tying it up and doing the same with the other side. 

After that, he decided he would leave the music as it was. To be honest, Weezer, Nirvana, or other things he listened to weren’t exactly songs to cuddle to. Even though he thought it was kind of stupid, he let Meet the Beatles continue to play as he laid down with you. 

“You look pretty,” you told him as you looked over what you did. He turned pink, and hid his face in your chest again. 

“‘M not pretty,” he says. 

“Stop pretending to be a teenage dirtbag for two seconds, you’re pretty, you loser,” you say to him. You called him a loser a lot, but he knew it was endearing. He was your loser, no matter how stupid it sounded. 

“I love you,” he mumbled into you. 

“I know, baby. I love you too.” 

[carlossainzwho]

do you get deja vu?

yep, it's part two time!

pairing/s: carlos sainz x ex!reader

warnings - swearing, not proof-read (sorry to my english teachers) and sexual references. (i sound like netflix help)

note - i'm really sorry you've had to wait so long for a fic!! this is part two, you can read part 1 for a little more background before reading this one. i really hope you enjoy! please reblog/like for support, it really makes me smile!!

car rides to malibu strawberry ice cream one spoon for two and trading jackets laughing 'bout how small it looks on you (ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha)

long long car journeys with carlos were the best, blasting out billie joe and queen all day, all night.

going to the same ice cream shop in mallorca

to get the classic ice cream

strawberry

with chocolate sauce

stuffing it all in carlos' face

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

feeling cold

wind blowing

exchanging your denim jacket for carlos' much thicker one

he looked funny

and handsome

and

he was hers, she was his

oh, ain't it funny

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

watching reruns of glee being annoying singing in harmony i bet she's bragging to all her friends, saying you're so unique, hmm

glee

making fun of his name

carlos science, carlos heinz tomato ketchup

singing 'smooth operator' till your throat hurt

but now rebecca's the one doing it with him

tight black dresses

at clubs

getting drunk

leads to

making out

leads to

the bed

So when you gonna tell her That we did that, too? She thinks it's special But it's all reused That was our place, I found it first I made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you Do you get déjà vu when she's with you? Do you get déjà vu? (Ah), hmm Do you get déjà vu, huh?

no amount of

kissing her

hugging her

fucking her

could change how he felt in his head

he knew

carlos knew

he did all that with y/n

with rebecca snoring by his side

he knew that the jackets

the singing

glee

he did it all before

with

someone

else

Do you call her Almost say my name? 'Cause let's be honest We kinda do sound the same Another actress I hate to think that I was just your type

rebecca, y/n

rebecca.

y/n.

they both had kind of similar accents

search her up

rebecca donaldson: model, actress and carlos sainz's new girlfriend!

y/n was nothing

she meant nothing to carlos

I'll bet that she knows Billy Joel 'Cause you played her "Uptown Girl" You're singing it together Now I bet you even tell her How you love her In between the chorus and the verse

how many more times should she say

how much she missed him?

through the singing

crying

laughing

he was there by her side

but now y/n knew

that carlos was singing and crying and laughing with someone else

Strawberry ice cream in Malibu Don't act like we didn't do that shit, too You're trading jackets like we used to do (Yeah, everything is all reused) Play her piano, but she doesn't know (oh, oh) That I was the one who taught you Billy Joel (oh) A different girl now, but there's nothing new

y/n drove past mallorca

past the same ice-cream shop

that sold the strawberry ice-cream

the wind blowing

clutching onto her denim jacket

the one that would never fit carlos

now he's doing all that with someone else

but she doesn't know

that

it was all y/n

and now

he probably seemed funny

and handsome

not long ago

he was hers

she was his

but not anymore

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

taglist: @styles-sunflower @marsinout @queers-of-marybelltownship @alonsogirlie @hoeforevery1 @charlosgoggles @albonsluvr

hope you loved it! so sorry it took long :(

[d-criss-news]

Darren Criss, Rachel Zegler, Joy Woods, and More Celebrate Theatre Kids at Elsie Fest 2024

After a two year hiatus, Elsie Fest returned to New York September 8, and joy was in high supply.

Staged on the picturesque Pier 17 rooftop, the theatre-themed music festival was filled with reunions, surprising moments, and special previews of the 2024–2025 Broadway season. The beloved brainchild of Emmy winner (and star of the upcoming Broadway musical Maybe Happy Ending) Darren Criss, his influence could be felt across every inch of the festival, from performers setlists to the colorful shirts emblazoned with his face worn by many of the attendees.

Beginning at 5 pm on the temperate Sunday, the festival loomed over New York Fashion Week as the Tommy Hilfiger show was held on a Colin Jost and Pete Davidson's ferry only a few stories below. Kicking things off with Broadway Rave (a DJ dance party that spins a mixture of new theatre hits and modern classics) and Marie's Crisis-style singalongs, fans flooded onto the rooftop in order to scope out their ideal spot before the live performances began. This year's lineup of performers was a doozy; the setlist for the evening, which spun through sunset and up until the 10 pm noise curfew, was as followed:

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Darren Criss: As the festival's steward, Criss had the largest set of the night, paying tribute to his past, present, and future with a setlist that was filled to the brim with nostalgic surprises. Opening with a raucous rendition of "Teenage Dream," Criss stayed close to his Glee roots with "Cough Syrup," an onstage Warbler reunion ( featuring Telly Leung, Curt Mega, and Max Adler) where the group performed "Sincere" from The Music Man, "Arthur's Theme," and Billy Joel's "Movin Out" with his Glee costar Chord Overstreet (who summoned thrilled screams from the crowd when he came out to end Criss' set). Criss even found the time to tip his hat to his Team Starkid roots, bringing out Little Shop of Horrors star Andrew Barth Feldman and Maybe Happy Ending co-star Helen J Shen to perform "Granger Danger" from A Very Potter Musical, the college project that launched Criss into the public eye.

Speaking of Shen, Criss let fans into his present with a special preview of the upcoming Broadway musical Maybe Happy Ending, which will star Criss and Shen as two outcast robots nearing the end of their lifespan. Performing the show's title track, the duo also welcomed newcomer Dez Duron to share his Sinatra-esque ballad, "A Sentimental Person," which seems destined to become a slow-dance staple. The present portion of Criss' set also included a touching duet of "Dear Theodosia" from Hamilton between him and Hadestown star Jordan Fisher—the performance was particularly poignant since Criss became a father for the second time this past June, and Fisher has a young son at home.

Oh, and one more thing. While celebrating the music that made him during his adolescence, Criss brought out JC Chasez of *NSYNC to sing "It's Gonna Be Me" and "Bye Bye Bye" before peeling back the curtain on the future: Chasez announced his impending Frankenstein musical Playing With Fire.

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Death Becomes Her: The sheer scope of Criss's artistic family became clear upon the entrance of Julia Mattison and Noel Carey, the lyricist and composer of the upcoming Broadway musical Death Becomes Her. Mattison, who has known Criss since they were five years old, debut new lyrics for the show's song "Let’s Run Away Together."

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Hazbin Hotel: The popular animated musical series made their festival debut, with star Blake Roman (Harmony) performing the song "Poison," with Criss ducking back out to play guitar and provide background vocals.

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As the evening came to a close with a massive group sing-along of "Defying Gravity" from Wicked, a sense of community and camaraderie glimmered under the darkened sky. As these stars from theatre, film, and music came together, one thing was made clear: Once a theatre kid, always a theatre kid.

[astermath]

songbird ♪♩♬

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: your singing had easily become steve’s new favorite sound. he can’t help but break out in an impromptu duet with you one night, and the two of you share a heartfelt moment together. 

tags: domestic steve, established relationship, not rlly proofread, normal size font below!!

word count: 0.9K

notes: just smth short while i’m on my steve high lol, i’m a sucker for domestic steve oh my GOD RAHHH

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Even before you two started dating, Steve knew how you loved to sing.

You were a music fanatic, usually out by yourself with a little headset and a walkman, humming along with Cyndi Lauper songs as you went about your day. It was adorable, really, it made his heart swell. He’d started believing your singing was the only thing that could put his mind to rest after a long day, even if that wasn’t why you did it. 

He’d told you how much he enjoyed it one time when you were cuddling, his head on your chest, your fingers tangling through his brown locks. You were softly singing something along the lines of a lullaby, and by god was it working. He swore he’d never been more at ease, just enjoying the gentle lull of your voices, taking in your warmth, your scent.

He’d turned his head so his chin was resting gently over your sternum, facing you with a sleepy yet adorable smile.

“You know, your voice is probably the prettiest thing I’ve ever heard...” His eyes remain half lidded, his words had a certain rasp to them due to his sleepiness.

“Yeah?” You smiled, in awe at just how god damn adorable your boyfriend was.

“Yeah,” he laid his head back down, ready to get back to his nap, “my pretty songbird...” he mumbled, before evidently falling into a peaceful slumber. 

Now, when the two of you shared an apartment, your melodic voice became a welcomed part of his routine. Whenever he’d come home, he’d usually find you in the kitchen, swaying your hips and singing along to whatever was on the radio as you worked on dinner. He wished he could just keep watching you like that, in your own little world, but there was no way he could possibly restrain himself from getting his “welcome home” hug.

Today was just like that, Steve watching you from the doorway as you stirred some pasta, singing along to “Uptown Girl” by Billy Joel. He licked his lips subconsciously, watching the almost hypnotizing movements of your curves as he slowly approached you.

His large hands settled onto your hips, giving a slight squeeze as he hummed along with you. You grinned, turning your head to press a soft kiss to his lips, before continuing to sing. His body moved along with the rhythm of yours, and you could feel his smile against your skin as he pressed a gentle kiss to your neck.

His hands moved down your arms to grab your own, pulling you away from the stove and closer to him. You giggled as he twirled you around, holding onto you with one hand before pulling you in back in close. He moved on from humming to fully singing along with you, and you were surprised by how good he was at it. 

He held your face as your hands settled on his muscly arms, simply singing to each other as you basked in the sheer happiness of your sweet domestic life. Your voice softened as the song gradually faded back into regular radio chatter, eyes looking up to find Steve looking down at you with a look of pure and utmost adoration. It was like he’d found the human embodiment of a star, and he was dating her, living with her even.

A gentle, satisfied hum left his lips when you stood on your tippy toes to kiss him, thumbs stroking over your soft cheeks. He kept the same dopey, boyish smile on his face when you pulled away.

“Welcome home, Stevie.” You mumbled, lips brushing over his from the proximity you kept to each other. He realized you hadn’t said a word to each other yet since he returned, just burst out in song and kisses. It was cheesy, so cheesy, but it made him so happy.

“Couldn’t help myself,” He pecked your lips again, “you sounded so pretty,” another peck, “my little songbird.”

The nickname earns a shy giggle from you, and he now fully envelops you in his arms, holding your head to his chest. You can hear his heart pounding, just the same way it pounded when you’d shared your first kiss. The excitement remained all the same with him.

You just stood there like that for a moment, silent besides the sound of the stove and the radio, embracing one another. As much as you both liked to chat, the quiet, loving moments like this were just as valuable as any words you had to say to each other.

“Honey?” he asks, breaking the quietness between you both.

“Yeah?” you perk up, pulling back just an inch, enough to still feel his body heat.

“I think, uh--” He looked over his shoulder, “whatever you were cooking just burned.”

Your eyes widened for a moment, letting go of him and going to the stove to turn it off and prevent a housefire. He was worried you’d be upset, but instead, you started giggling, bringing a hand up to your forehead. “Shit, well...” You turned your head to look at him. “Takeout?”

He chuckled, kissing the top of your head. “Sure. Takeout.”

[la-galaxie-langblr]

Thanks Melli :) <333

Ride The Cyclone soundtrack - Ballad of Jane Doe

mxmtoon - no faker

Cavetown - Lemon Boy

Jordan Clark - Freaks

Billy Joel - We Didn't Start The Fire

Tagging @grgie, @selkiestudies and @dasistnichtsehrpunkrockvondir if yous want :)

I was tagged by @spacegirl95 to post 5 songs I’ve been listening to a lot lately 🎶 Thanks for the tag! :)

Less Than Jake - Welcome To My Life Scandal - LOOP Nemesea - Save Me FATE GEAR - Get Lost In Hades SAKI - Germinans

I'll tag @nocturne-daemon @common-or-garden-dyke @kikicalilica @earhartsease @oneleggedflamingo

No pressure if you don't want to :)

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Wish You Were Here

Summary: Changmin’s on tour and you miss him terribly, he misses you too. 

Drabble

Fluff?, Angst?, Comfort?, Established Relationship au

Word Count: 772

Changmin (Q) X Reader

There will be lyrics & references from Pink Floyd’s Wish You Were Here. (And one to Vienna by Billy Joel).

[A/n: This is so short (I wrote it in like an hour?) but it’s something for my pcd. I’ve been trying to write for a few days for them and this Floyd song started playing in my head, and I realized I could do something with that. (I did try to write about Vienna but bc of how much the song means to me... I couldn’t.) So, this was the next best thing.]

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If this were two months ago, Changmin and you would be lying on your floor talking about nothing and everything. Sometimes your conversations had meaning, and sometimes they didn’t. As you sit on the edge of your bed beside your calendar with your red marker, your mind starts replaying one; “Do you think you could tell heaven from hell?” He hummed before he said, “Well... If I’m beside you. Isn’t that close enough to heaven?” You had rolled your eyes at him, telling him, “You cheeseball. For real…” He giggled, “If they’re not punishing me for all we’ve done together, I’m certain it’s heaven.” You laughed blushing red, “Okay.” He asked, “Do you think you’d know hell?” You hummed, “Anywhere without you is.” And it was. It’s so lonely, boring, and grueling without him by your side. That you’re crossing off the days until he returns from touring. It was torture being without him because of how much joy he brought you. Even if he wasn’t saying anything, just being near him was enough. 

But now, you’re stuck just biding time until he comes back. And presently, you’re waiting for him to tell you he’s about to go on stage so you can wish him luck and go to bed. But rather, he texts you to turn on the radio. So, you get up and turn the radio on, something you both had picked up on a whim at a thrift store. And you crash back on your bed. Kicking back before crossing your legs over each other, you grab your phone and put it on your chest so you can see the pop-up notifications. Tears prick your eyes as a Pink Floyd song filters through the speakers. While you know it’s not about your situation, you could relate it to yours. 

As the solo goes on, you receive an attachment from Changmin, and you instantly open your phone, checking to see the photo of the city buildings you’re missing. And just as Clapton sings the chorus, Changmin texts you, “How I wish, how I wish you were here.” The tears that were pricking your eyes finally fall. You text him, “Aren’t you supposed to be on stage?” He texts back, “Not for another hour.” And you send, “Call me.” And he does, so you ask, “You requested that, didn’t you?” He hums before telling you he did, and you ask, “How did you know that was when the lyric was playing?” “Don’t you remember that radio app we found that plays stations from around the world?” You laugh, “Of course, how could I forget…” 

And he laughs, and you whisper, “I wish you were here too.” He starts singing, “We’re just two-” And you join in, “Lost souls swimming in a fishbowl, year after year. Running over the same old ground, what have we found? The same old fears, wish you were here.” When you both finish singing, he asks, “Is this our song now?” You hum, “While you and I are apart, yeah.” You continue, “It’s torture without you.” He sighs, “Yeah, but we’ll bear it.” You agree, “I know.” And he tells you, “Anywhere without you is.” You sniffle at that, “But we’ll be okay soon. You’ll come back for a weekend, and we’ll bear it until you’re back for longer.” You hear him sniffle on the line as he whispers, “I know,” and your heart aches. You wish to be beside him, “Minnie?” “Yeah?” “I love you.” “I love you too, (N/n).” 

After a few more tears and sniffles, you ask him to tell you what it’s like in the Big Apple. And he tells you everything he’s seen and done this time around. He whispers, “Oh, baby, you’d love it here.” You hum, “Is this like how Vienna is waiting for us?” “No, it’s better.” You laugh, “If you say so.” “I do.” You both giggle, and that’s when you hear his manager tell him, “It’s almost time for you to get ready.” You listen to him agree, and you let out a breath, trying to calm your heart. He sighs, “I gotta go, doll…”

“I know.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more. Please give Deobis an unforgettable show.”

“I always do.”

“I know. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Okay.”

You hang up the phone. It was never easy for either of you two to say goodbye. But maybe next time you two will be together. Or maybe you’ll catch the next flight out to see him at the following stop. Either way, until then, you wish he was here or that you were there.

[bourbonesneat]

If ship captains have the power to marry people, do they also have the power to divorce them?

Voyager had to have at least one couple that married and divorced three times. Janeway doesn’t even blink when they come in to ask her to marry them again. But she does make them do premarital counseling with Chakotay because if she’s going to suffer through this so is he.

There are couples she wants to divorce, and if they kept going in the DQ, she would’ve ordered them to divorce, damn the consequences.

She doesn’t even care about marrying people, but Neelix throws the best parties for weddings.

Marriage is a weird thing in the DQ because they could die any day so they don’t always build good foundations for marriage. And not every relationship needs to end in marriage.

There’s a betting pool on who will be the next to get married and the next to get divorced. Tuvok started it. He and T’Pel are listed, and if she were on board, he’d bet on them so they could divorce and split the extra rations. They would immediately remarry after collecting their winnings.

Admiral Janeway tells Captain Janeway that Seven and Chakotay get married in the future to collect on some 250-to-1 odds. She sacrifices herself before anyone can catch on.

Naomi Wildman is the flower girl in every wedding whether the couple has a traditional one or not. She also brings flowers for divorces.

Neelix’s divorce parties are legendary. They always start out awkward, but by the end of it, the exes are singing Billy Joel together. Q has crashed four divorce parties.

Harry has been Man of Honor and Best Man 17 times. He gives the best toasts.

Tom and B’Elanna fight over who gets to have Harry by their side.

[stinkysam]

Serge “Frenchie” - Uptown girl.

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “I was thinking of fluff where reader is dating frenchie and he's jamming with Hughie and Kimiko to billy joel (uptown girl) and Frenchie tries to join in. They all share music taste and dance and have fun I guess :3 if that's possible!!” - anon

Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)

You rarely had any day off.

You were constantly running after some supe when it wasn't after the Seven. But today was considered as one as neither Butcher or M.M was there, having to deal with other things.

But even though you had a free day, you, Frenchie and Kimiko still decided to go to the Flatiron Building.

You found Annie and Hughie who were already there.

“Don't you have anywhere else to go ?” Frenchie asked them, taking his jacket off, placing it on a chair.

“And you ? You're here too.” Annie signaled, raising an eyebrow.

“True.” Frenchie nodded with a smile as he let himself fall on the couch, having nothing to retort back.

You took your place on the couch as well, leaning down, resting your head on his lap as you closed your eyes.

“Je peux ?” He asked, his hand moving to your hair. You nodded and he began to gently massage your scalp.

Kimiko went to her desk, taking out her toy piano before playing with it.

It was rather quiet, everyone taking their time in this calm morning. Enjoying the peace of doing nothing.

Came lunchtime.

Frenchie was quietly snoring, asleep, and you slowly sat up and stretched, still feeling tired from your nap. You grabbed your phone and began to order some food for you, before waking and asking Frenchie what he wanted.

The others chimed in, starting to feel hungry as well, so you ordered for everyone and began to bet which order would come in first. Last one would pay for everyone.

Kimiko's food came in first. Then yours with Frenchie’s order as you bought from the same place, and then Annie and a few minutes later Hughie. But Annie felt bad for Hughie having to pay for everyone so she split the bill with him.

You had moved two desks together to form a big table and everyone sat around it. Definitely more awake, the discussions flowed a bit louder than earlier as you joked, played and argued with each other.

Once done, Frenchie moved aside to smoke a joint without the smoke disturbing any of you.

Kimiko went to her desk to grab her piano and came back to her seat in front of you, still trying to learn “Dream a little dream of me”.

Then, Hughie's phone rang. A familiar tune played before stopping as he answered the call. Probably his father.

Kimiko had stopped, thinking before starting over, but this time trying to find the first few notes of Hughie's ringtone.

When Hughie came back, phone in his pocket, Kimiko had found how the song started, playing it over and over as she tried to find the next notes.

“Is that Uptown Girl ?” Hughie asked, surprised.

Kimiko nodded, smiling, before beginning to sign.

“She wants you to put it on again.” You said, and Hughie quickly grabbed his phone to search for the song. He turned the volume up and it began to play.

Kimiko focused back on her piano, trying to play the song by ear while you, Annie and Hughie quietly mouthed the lyrics of the song absentmindedly.

But as it went on, Hughie began to get louder, losing himself in the music. You smiled, starting to move your body as if to dance while still sitting. Annie was doing the same thing as you before grabbing his phone and turning the volume to the maximum.

Kimiko slowly stopped playing seriously, now hitting random keys with the rhythm of Uptown Girl, making big movements, as if she danced while playing.

Frenchie looked at you, amused, watching you move on your chair, singing happily with Hughie and Annie.

You imagined yourselves at a karaoke night while Kimiko imagined herself on stage in front of thousands of people as she played with a dramatic expression on her face.

Frenchie couldn't help but feel a bit dumb to stand alone and stare while you’re all having fun.

Done with his joint, he quickly sat back next to you. You grabbed his hand and raised it in the air as you continued to dance and sing.

The song ended and another one began to play, “Dream on” by Aerosmith.

Kimiko continued pressing random keys, an intense look on her face, making you laugh a bit. But you all began to take it seriously as well, trying to give the best performance you could, no longer feeling like it was a karaoke night.

And soon, song requests came in, everyone wanting to sing their favorite song or to impress the others with the one they chose.

Before you knew it, you were all standing up, singing and dancing like your life depended on it while laughing at each other.

Traduction - Translation :

Je peux ? - Can I ?

[thecampbellclub]

i like to think about Robin and Hughie’s relationship.

I imagine Robin would blush when Hughie and her would run errands and Hughie would sing Billy Joel to her as loud as possible even when people would stare at him through their windows. Or, worse, when Hughie would roll down the windows and do it to strangers who clapped along. She would always cover her face while laughing and he’d keep doing it because it made her laugh.

Hughie and Robin the moments after sleeping together and trying to stifle their giggles to avoid being heard by Hughie’s dad.

The phone calls they shared where they would always end it with ‘I love you’, because they could never forget to add it onto their goodbyes even if they’d said it a thousand times that same day.

Hughie and Robin talking in quiet tones at late hours; Hughie having tears running down his cheeks as he recalls the trauma of his mother leaving him and the guilt he feels for wanting to move out of his fathers home, but he knowing he can’t because his father wouldn’t do well alone. She would promise that one day, when they were both ready, she and him would share a beautiful apartment and adopt a dog.

Hughie and Robin waking up together and smiling at one another before their eyes could even open because their bodies were intertwined, just as their lives were, under the sheets.

Hughie and Robin going on their one year anniversary date when a waiter mistakes it for their wedding anniversary. They recieve a bottle of free champagne and do not challenge the idea that they are a married couple in favor of free alcohol. That night, they clutched onto eachother in a hotel room with the bottle of champagne still in their hands while they did everything they could to coordinate themselves well enough to remove their clothes.

Hughie writes a speech of what he wants to say when he proposes to Robin and reads it to his father, who’s crying before Hughie can read the first two words.

Robin buying Hughie a Star-Trek lego set from the store as a birthday gift. Hughie, upon seeing it, immediately told her to get undressed. A thrilling thirty seconds later, Hughie is practically vibrating with how badly he wants to build it. Robin sits in bed with him as he explains every piece and where it should go. Still nude, which doesn’t seem to concern Hughie while he’s so distracted in child-like wonder.

Hughie and Robin sharing food in a theatre.

Hughie and Robin driving home on a rainy day and Robin putting her arm over Hughie’s chest instinctually after having slammed on the breaks.

Hughie and Robin enjoying a quiet day together where they are both in the same room, and occasionally touch the other, but do not speak at all. The silence is peaceful enough.

Hughie and Robin actually being able to live a happy, long life together

[skellymom]

A TRIBUTE TO THE CLONES

As The Bad Batch Season 3 Comes To A Close...

"Goodnight Kamino"

(Taken from the Billy Joel song "Goodnight Saigon". I chose this song in particular as George Lucas wrote Star Wars with Vietnam in mind. EVERYONE...I WAS 6 YEARS OLD WHEN THE VIETNAM WAR ENDED! In my mind, the Clones are singing this song together...)

We met as soul mates on Kamino Island We left as inmates from an asylum And we were sharp as sharp as knives And we were so gung ho to lay down our lives

We came as highly engineered forces Sacrificed men as numbered corpses And we learned fast to travel light Our arms were heavy, but our bellies were tight

We had no home front, but we learned to cope They sent us holos, that gave us some hope We dug in deep and shot on sight And bet on the Force and the Light

We fought the Clankers on the landscape We passed the Spotchka and played our Jizz tapes And it was dark, so dark at night And we held on to each other, brother to brother We promised our Jedi's we'd fight

And we would all go down together We said we'd all go down together Yes, we would all go down together

Remember Jessie, remember Fives Tech fell on Eriadu, the end of their lives And who was wrong? And who was right? It didn't matter in the thick of the fight

We held the day in the palm of our hands They ruled the night, and the night Seemed to last as long as six cycles On Kamino Island

We killed with blaster fire, now serving the Empire And they were sharp, as sharp as knives They activated our chips, we killed Jedi on their ships Execute Order 66 had arrived

And we will all go down together We said we'd all go down together Yes, we would all go down together

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[thebreakfastgenie]

I got a little ranking request for you: What are your Top 5 best and Top 5 worst Billy Joel music videos?

Omg okay. This is so hard!!!

Top 5 best:

Turn the Lights Back On

This is the one that makes me the most emotional. It's not even the AI younger versions of him, although those are great, but the old footage they put in at the end. Oh my god. It gets me every time. And when he turns the page from Famous Last Words at the beginning.... it gets me every single time. It's really beautifully made and I'm so glad we have it.

2. The Longest Time

This is a nice simple concept and I really love it. The old age makeup is a little goofy but it's worth it to me. I love seeing the band singing together in this one! The lyrics are romantic but the video is about the group of friends and it's nice.

3. You're Only Human

Billy Joel called this video terrible but he's just mean. It's cheesy but it makes it work. I think the cliche of homaging It's a Wonderful Life actually helps, because it doesn't take itself totally seriously. I like the narrative videos, which he would hate, but too bad. This is the only song of his that I enjoy significantly more with the video. He's great in it! He gets to ham it up and be silly and then he does the scene where he takes the kid to see the cops informing his parents that he's dead and he gets that look on his face. My heart. Playing the Piano Man riff on the harmonica is such a perfect touch. It really personalizes it and takes it from being a straight It's a Wonderful Life scenario to being a message from Billy Joel himself.

4. Pressure

This one is a really great example of surreal music videos that raise more questions than they answer. I think it's just really well-done and the effects are cool. It has some funny little easter eggs too, like "William Joel, age 29, occupation computer software."

5. A Matter of Trust

This is more of a performance video, but it has just enough narrative setting to it to make me interested. I like the rehearsal concept, even if seeing him play a guitar is weird. The comedy beat with the lady yelling at them to shut up is fun. Everyone in the street stopping to listen is predictable but it works. And the cameo from Christie and Alexa is adorable. "Okay girls, A Matter of Trust!" my heart!!

Honorable mentions that I adore but didn't make this list because I think these 5 are better: Keeping the Faith, She's Right On Time, Uptown Girl, We Didn't Start the Fire, Tell Her About It.

Top 5 worst:

Zanzibar

I don't even know what's going on here. He's released two other animated videos in recent years and those are both pretty good. This one is just weird.

2. Piano Man (1985)

I don't think either Piano Man video should exist, but between the two of them this one is worse. I hate how literally it interprets every line, I hate how brightly colored it is. I don't know if it's supposed to be comedic or it's just 80stastic but it's not dark and gritty like the song is in my head. This video represents everything he's ever said is bad about videos. I have my own extremely clear vision of the piano bar in my head from the song and this is getting in the way. Among the reasons this one is worse, it's very obvious when you look at him that it was filmed in the 80s, not the early 70s. His hair is completely wrong.

3. To Make You Feel My Love

There's no point to this, they just needed a video because they put this out as a single with Greatest Hits Volume 3. It works slightly better for Hey Girl.

4. And So It Goes

I have nothing against this it's just completely pointless. It doesn't add anything to the song. The only good part is the shot of his hands playing.

5. The Downeaster "Alexa"

I just don't like how it's edited and I really want this song to have a better video.

The only ones on the worst list I really feel strongly about are the first two though!

And then there's Sometimes a Fantasy which is both the worst and the best.

There's a video limit but I can link it.

I honestly think it's pretty well made and I really enjoy it but it's weird and it makes me feel a little gross. It just... is.

Thanks for the ask!