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Patti Smith and Her Dedication To David

On this day in 2014, the iconic rock-n-roll queen Patti Smith (who's celebrating her 77th birthday today, by the way) dedicated her song "Distant Fingers" to David Tennant. Which makes me even happier when the first thing he said to me when I told him my name and spelled it so he could sign an autograph, he asked me, "Oh, like Patti Smith?" Yes, sir, exactly like that! For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, let me elaborate. I don't know how often she did it on her 2014 tour, but I know that on 29 December 2014 at New York's Webster Hall, she had a talk with her audience (watch at the link) before singing her song "Pumping (My Heart)," and described how David first caught her attention for his role as Alec Hardy in Broadchurch. Then, after catching him by accident in Doctor Who, she ended up watching his entire run as the Tenth Doctor, and - predictably, because DUH! - fell head over heels for him.

The following night, again at Webster Hall, was her birthday. That night she dedicated another of her songs, "Distant Fingers" - from her 1976 album, Radio Ethiopia - to David. You can watch that here - and I'd advise you to watch it in its entirety, as she begins to riff at the end of the song and talks about David:

And oh, just in case you're having difficulty understanding her words, or English isn't your first language, here are some of the lyrics to the song:

When, when will you be landing? When, when will you return? Feel, feel my heart expanding You and your alien arms

All my earthly dreams are shattered I'm so tired, I quit Take me forever, it doesn't matter Deep inside of your ship

La, la, la, la, la, la, landing Please, oh, oh, won't you return? Feel, see your blue lights are flashing You and your alien arms

Deep in the forest I whirl like I did as a little girl Let my eyes rise in the sky looking for you Oh, you know, I would go anywhere at all 'Cause no star is too far with you, with you....

Keeping in mind she wrote this song in 1976, the lyrics fit David's turn as the Tenth Doctor with eerie clairvoyance!

And because she is the queen she is, she adds a sly little comment: "So come for me, David. I know I'm an older woman, but I know so many things."

One wonders what David thought about this. I've no doubt someone in his circle alerted him to Patti's dedication, because how could they not? And as an aside - his interaction with me about Patti Smith was about nine months before she did this dedication to him. So not only was he aware of her as the music connoisseur he is, the fact her name sprung immediately to his mind when speaking to me has always made me think he's a fan.

He probably blushed. Deeply. Well played, Patti. Well played.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

I know theres a lot ot talk of Hobie's past and I love the idea of BigFamily!Hobie. But may I PLEASE add to the table:

StreetKid!Hobie -

It's not as happy or wholesome of a backstory as Hobie with a big family, and a big community - but there's still tenderness there I PROMISE.

Like - Maybe Hobie understood what Gwen was going through because he's been through it himself. He knows what it's like.

I like the headcanon that Hobie just...didn't have a family. No tragic backstory or anything. Just the sharp reality that the system lets some kids fall through the cracks.

Because it's a story or reality we hardly ever see, but it's one that exists - being a homeless street kid. We hardly see that story in it's entirety, rather than just the dramatic scenes.

But like STREETKID!HOBIE

He doesn't have anyone to take him to school or buy him uniforms - so he went to the library to teach himself. He doesn't have much money, but the men at the kebab shops know him, the kid that comes in asking for 'anything they've got' , with 2 pounds 50 pence. So they start feeding him, free of charge.

He helps run errands for the old ladies, and they make sure he has clothes for the winter. They'll knit him sweaters and scarves, and give them to him, telling him to run home and get inside, not knowing that might not be an option for him.

But even if they don't know the whole story, the know Hobie the streetkid, who looks tough but has a heart of gold and will help with anything - the kid who'll feed the stray cats before himself.

Most nights, he sleeps at F.E.A.S.T - because we always talk about how great F.E.A.S.T is but never what it's like to actually have to live there as a homeless person for an extended period of time.

The adults know his face, they worry if they don't see him in a bit. They set blankets aside for him, ask him if he's eaten, and for the first time in forever, maybe in his life, he has people who cares - people who want to help.

F.E.A.S.T makes Hobie wanna help people.

And THAT's where he finds his family.

He starts finding other kids too. Older Streetkids start helping him out. They let him squat with them, and show him how to do things like steal electronics, and which shops throw out a bunch of good food at night.

And he starts meeting people, and seeing the teens that'll make him person he is later.

He starts hanging out with them more and more - and they start calling him Hobie.

The take him under their wing. They looked out for him, made sure nobody messed with the youngest of the bunch.

Anywhere they sleep or squat - Hobie does too. And on the nights that it's the worse, that's it too much, or too scary - or the nights where he's just angry at the world,

They're there to remind him there's kindness in the world.

That kindness and joy and having a laugh with the mandem is RADICAL, it's an act of defiance, and a form of power. And that you don't need a big house with the picket fence and 2.5 kids to grow up 'right'.

One of the street kids give him his first patches. They snag him the leather vest he wears today, back when he was tiny and short and he had grow into it.

They taught him everything he knows - from laces code to how to stud a jacket. They start taking him to protests, starts explaining why things are the way they are, how the system is meant to keep people like them down.

They teach him what ACAB means and true anarchy

The first person he ever met wearing blue laces - was a Streetkid. An older kid that Hobie couldn't help but look up to, or even be a little jealous of. A cooler kid with tall leather boots and blue laces.

And when the kid smirked and told him what they meant, Hobie couldn't help but think 'That's SO kickass'.

One night, one of the kids brings a record they stole. They play it on the player - and it's Ramones. Hobie, maybe only 13, hearing rock for the first time.

And he's wide eyed and asking who that is, who's playing the guitar, what's the song name, and the older kids just smirk and chuckle cause they KNOW -

That's when Hobie falls in love with rock.

And Hobie spends his teens with these people, becoming the punk rock anarchist god he is. He learns how to help people like they help him.

Some of those kids are still around, some on their feet now, and some living free, sticking with the life of a Streetkid by choice. Some he sees often - they're the ones he has a laugh with at the pub.

Others, have moved on, or passed away.

And one day Hobie looks around and realizes he's the oldest one now. He looks around and realizes he's the older street kid now. He's the big bro - and he loves it.

Gwen wasn't the only one staying there when she lived with him. She's not the first Society recruit either.

Because of the streetkids that gave him a family, Hobie is who he is - he has a houseboat that always has at least one or two kids staying there, just looking for a place to stay or a meal to eat.

No matter what - Hobie will help.

At to all the StreetKids that came before, Hobie remembers them all - all the help they gave him and all the times they saved him. He hopes that one day, there are people to remember him too, the same way.

Because that's what he wants to be remembered for.

Because he's not a hero - SpiderPunk isn't the hero. Those streetkids were the heroes.

They way they helped him - is the way he helped Gwen.

I need more StreetKid!Hobie SO BAD S OBADDDDLLY

What if Hobie's brown ideology and fashion and beliefs and his love for everyone around him is a reflection of the very teens who raised him and kept him safe and they're the reason why he does any of this to begin with for the streetkids MY GOODDDDDD

HOBIE BROWN - THE PATRON SAINT OF WARWARD TEENS

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I heard I can fo it with a broken heart on the radio

And aside from the chorus being kinda awkward (I'm so depressed I act like it my birTHHHdaayyyyyYY)

I think this whole 'i sold you a lie you think I'm doing well but I'm not but I'm killing it so I'm a #girlboss try come for my job' is so embarassing

Because everything shes done over this last year I've thought 'theres a woman doing real bad'

Like I'm not trying to dispute the effort and energy that goes into touring like she does, but a lot of her decisions both professional and personally have made me think uh oh

Its giving 'could a depressed person do this?' But it's about dating the worst men on the planet and looking like shes going to cry on stage half the time

💌 come talk to me, a veteran swiftie in the anti- tag in the same way that martin luther still thought himself catholic

where i land with it lyrically is in conversation with four songs: "mirrorball" from folklore, "nothing new" from red TV, and two other ttpd tracks, "who's afraid of little old me" and "clara bow"

per the long pond sessions, she wrote "mirrorball" partially about COVID's effect on touring ("and they called off the circus, burned the disco down / when they sent home the horses and the rodeo clowns"). pair that with the much discussed WAOLOM asylum line and... it might be because she says "circus," it might be that while i have no personal experience of involuntary hospitalization i Do have basic empathy, but i think of the two great blond celebrity memoirs of the last few years: britney spears' the woman in me and jeannette mccurdy's i'm glad my mom died. which is all to say, she doesn't Have to do it with a broken heart! actually! "the asylum where they raised me" sounds like her pursuit of fame was coerced by say, a stage mom or an abusive contract or monetary need (it wasn't), if she was in an urgent health crisis like ICDIWABH suggests ("even when you wanna die"), she has all the power to postpone or cancel dates. she's not in a conservatorship, she's not being Made to tour; i can imagine feeling obligated to pay the hundreds of people it employs, but she is an actual billionaire, i think she can afford blue cross blue shield PPO plans for a militia. you can interpret "all the pieces of me shattered while the crowd was chanting 'more!'" as resenting the audience, but there's other performers in smaller venues with less freedom and power who need to be onstage to afford food. idk.

then there's the "try and come for my job:" extremely vague as to who is coming for it, and the popular reading is of other pop stars on tour. "clara bow" is my favorite track on ttpd by a long shot in part because it feels like a more mature version of "nothing new;" it's a little kinder to the ingenue and seems to respect her predecessors, recognize that She was the ingenue once, but it does not match up to her actual conduct in public. this is where i become very asian, but besides her being uhhh... pretty drunk at the grammys this year, i think her behavior is more a symptom of white american culture as egoistic and ahistorical—this is the kamala harris "you think you fell out of a coconut tree" meme, yes, but more broadly my complaint is filial piety. acting up in front of the likes of celine dion and tracy chapman and joni mitchell, especially on a night that celebrates all three of them, is absolutely unacceptable to me. they're your elders, they paved the path you're on (nothing new: "she'll know the way, and then she'll say she got the map from me"), but her teenage fans who've never heard any other music don't know or accept that she Isn't actually the progenitor of acclaimed women singer-songwriters

she wants to be seen as a "cool big sister" mentor to younger pop girls or boosting indie acts like boygenius, but afaik she herself hasn't shared the stage with an older female musician since alanis morrissette as a surprise guest on the 1989 tour. sure, she showed up to induct carole king to the rock 'n roll hall of fame, with a solo stage. but as much as people first cringed at luke combs' "fast car" cover, he acquitted himself with his grammy performance. there is true reverence there. if taylor brings stevie nicks (who wrote a poem?? for the ttpd physical editions) onstage at some point soon, i'll Maybe start to believe she doesn't see women over 40 as piles of dust she's either embarrassed to stand near Or, you know, who expose that she did not in fact fall out of a coconut tree, and have more stage presence sitting down than she does in sequins

[eptodaytommorowforever]

Events In The History And Of The Life Of Elvis Presley Today On The 29th Of July In 1976.

Elvis Presley The Civic Center, Springfield, Mass July 29, 1976

By Sam Hoffman Springfield Daily News July 29th, 1976

Elvis Presley is still the entertainer of the century. The singing monarch strode into Springfield Civic Center tonight and spent better than am hour on stage, entertaining his subjects and making just about everyone there happy with a bag of his oldies, goodies and Goldies, as well as his latest hit single I'm Hurt, which ought to net the King a few more riches... and deservingly so. It was a paunchy looking Elvis Presley this year and even a large belt failed to hide the fact that even the King probably can't say 'No' to a second helping at the dinner table. Musically, The Elvis Presley Show was a smasheroo. The one disappointment - a big one in our books - was his failure to include that beautiful ballad Love Me Tender on the program. Aside from that note, Elvis Presley did his thing and the audience showed its pleasure with screams and cries of 'Elvis Presley's hand-clapping, foot-stomping, and those who could whistle, did. There aren't many performers today who can hold audience attention from start to finish. Elvis Presley is one who does it every time and anywhere he appears. Last the audience was under their King's spell of song, charm, chatter and a toss of a scarf. The latter is a fixture in a Elvis Presley performance and some of the lucky persons who grabbed off scarves had to pay with a kiss. The Civic Center may have been in semi-darkness but the moment Elvis Presley stepped on stage, an endless barrage of camera flashes made night look like day.

Elvis may have slowed down his pelvis gyrations some but his program of song was right on target. From opener C.C. Rider the singing monarch moved quickly into Is It All Right? and Amen, a couple of hand-clappers. The bag of songs included Please Love Me, If You Love Me, Give Me a Mountain and Help Me. There were also some older Goldies such as I'm All Shook Up, Don't Be Cruel, Jailhouse Rock, You Ain't Nothing But a Hound Dog and Only Fools Rush In. Unlike most Presley concerts this one was minus a religious flavor. There were several religious songs on the program but they were delivered by a gospel group which preceded the King.

Elvis Presley usually sings them himself. He did offer up a neat version of America the Beautiful, a big vocal and musical sound. There was no question the audience showed their affection to the man. They did it in so many ways - with flowers and a variety of gifts which somehow made their way on stage.

There were sings hoisted aloft telling Elvis Presley he was loved and some parents who brought their youngsters edged close to the stage and held their offspring up high to get a closer look at the singing monarch. We asked a few people in the audience if they felt it was worth plunking down the price of a ticket to see Elvis Presley and the chorus was unanimously 'Yes'. Our sentiments exactly.

Rare Live Candid Elvis Presley Photo's Wearing Here The Two Piece White And Blue Egyptian Bird Jumpsuit And The Matching Belt Captured Here By Reporter Journalist Springfield News Sam Hoffman. Who Attendd This Show Performance Concert.

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Pinkerton appreciation

HELLO CHATTERS!!!

Today i did what i do on almost a weekly basis, which is to listen to pinkerton. i was in a good mood listening to this very awesome album... UNTIL! i noticed something that somewhat upset me not really but its really interesting.

you see back in the 90s pinkerton wasn't loved as much as blue album because it's messy dark and emo and not silly fun power pop like blue. it wasn't till many years later that pinkerton the the love and appreciation it deserved. Although it isn't nearly as popular as blue, green, or even make believe (really only because of Beverly hills), it is still very loved by weezer fans now.

Today while looking through the deluxe version i realized that "I just through out the love of my dreams" is more popular than any of the songs on the normal non deluxe album. Now don't get me wrong its a really good song (although this cover of the song is kinda better imo :3) and i do really enjoy it, i do feel like its a repeat in history.

now if you don't know what i mean by this repeat in history, i will shift the attention for a short moment to another band, PAVEMENT!!!

one side note i think is funny is that back when weezer started, people called them cheesy pavement rip-offs... just something i remembered!

pavement is an awesome band and they will get another post out of me at some point of me writing on this tumblr blog, but in the mean time... Pavement has always been relatively popular in indie rock circles, but nothing exceeds the popularity they got when harness your hopes blew up like crazy on tiktok, making it their most popular song on streaming services by a very large margin. AND Just like i just threw out the love of my dreams, harness your hopes is also a B-side that randomly got popular from social media.

Don't get me wrong I'm not upset at all, to be honest i don't care that much like it really isn't that deep, i just think its interesting how common this is, where a song from an older band gets big thanks to social media, more specifically tiktok.

The only thing i do wish is that people listened to more of the bands music rather than just listen to the one song they know, but then again i just realized not everyone is as obsessed with music as i am lol.

Back to pinkerton

i LOVE pinkerton, i def like it more than blue album, which isn't much of a hot take since the weezer fandom has been split on which album is better for prolly 2 decades at this point. For me the album is just more up with the kinda music i listen to, while being very different at the same time. the way the album starts with the synth, and you automatically hear the raw and underproduced sound this album has.

aside from the sound, i just personally kinda relate to some of the songs, maybe not the weird parts... but def many of the bit more normal ones.

With tired of sex, I have definitely grown tired of having relationships with people where there's no actual relationship or connection at all. for a long time i really didn't know who i am (weezer reference).

getchoo is hard for me to analyze or related it to anything so i will skip that one (good song tho)

no other one hit pretty hard home for me. i've been in pretty shitty relationships with people who treat me like shit, hence the shittiness, and for some reason i didn't leave because i didn't think i could do any better and that nobody knows me like her, that we're all we got and we don't wanna be alone (weezer reference).

why bother? is me when I'm scared to make relationships and friendships with basically anyone because of my fear that whoever i talk to will eventually not like me and abandon me, to where in my head i will think "why bother? its gonna hurt me. it's gonna kill when they desert me. It's already happened to me twice before. it wont happen to me anymore." (weezer reference)

i only semi relate to across the sea because i've e-dated as a young child on discord.... next song (still a good song)

the good life is me too because i used to be really cool and leave my house a lot and play shows and have lots of friends and just do things that aren't me sitting at home doing nothing being a pig and a dog (weezer reference). it is def time i got back to the good life (weezer reference) But to be fair i don't really want to go back to that time i just wanna be a normal person again.

i don't really relate to el scorcho much but its still an awesome song.

pink triangle is me because I've dated girls who turned out to be a lesbian but trust me i didn't turn them, they were already lesbian before we started dating i don't know why they started dating me maybe because I'm not very masculine so they thought it would be fine. (note that i didn't know they were lesbian till after we would break up)

i put falling for you in a mixtape i made my ex. whenever i would hear that song i would think of her because its how i felt about her. i was afraid of falling for her, but in the end i just wanted to settle down with her (weezer reference)

I don't relate to butterfly either but it is a really really good song

as you can see i really like pinkerton and relate to it very much. it is prolly one of my favorite albums of all time no doubt

this is the end of the post

we love pinkerton

pinkerton is our everything

here's a song rec from the album pinkerton by weezer

thanks for reading my weezer rant! idk what i will post about next but we will see!

Goodbye!!!! :3

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some amber & luna roleswap au notes

OC HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE 2024 ADDITION

amber talbot - luna derbyshire

luna's still the same kind, sweet and introverted girl as in canon, but she's slightly less insecure and more confident

unlike amber, her mom (here an identity for astraea) is still alive and her dad walked out on her when he found out her true identity as a goddess

astraea doesn't really mind, because she loves luna and prospero 'perry' dearly

luna's closer to her mom then in canon and learnt her powers from her - because her mentor was alive and wasn't her neglectful grandfather, luna's much more aware of her abilities - she's also aware of the dangers of overcharging

meets freddie when she spots him watching her soccer team train - she asks him if he wants to take part to which he points out his leg wound - gives the same song and dance about victor hitting him which immediately luna is concerned over and tries to call cps

freddie quickly clarifies its a joke and luna throws aside the large rock decides not to call cps lol

she asks if freddie would like some training to help with his leg and freddie says 'sure why not' because he doesn't have many friends at school and yeah, luna is 3 years older than him but she seems to care about him

definetly starts looking up physical education and rehab for injuries - she lacks amber's photographic memory but she does have a lot of passion and is very good at note-taking - really wants to make sure his leg is okay (probably comes across as a bit annoying)

when freddie is chosen to be the wizard's champion and shows up in her backyard in his super form, luna nearly wakes her brother up with her excited squeal :')

they go on a quick fly around philadelphia and luna gets so excited that she ends up letting out a photon beam :') that's how freddie finds out about luna's powers

luna is so hyped about learning more about freddie's powers and when she and billy end up becoming his 'sidekicks', billy is... significantly less excited

yes, their argument still happens, but its because billy believes that 'the blue cyclone' is acting childish and freddie believes that the blue cyclone 'needs someone to look after him' - luna's just like "can't we all just get along?!"

so sivana happens and later, luna meets the mk system

i have like 2 ideas for mk system and the one that's on my mind right now is while marc is still the host, its steven who made the deal with khonsu - marc is taking medication to try to 'silence' his alters, so when steven comes back he's shocked

luna is much more empathic towards marc than amber is - she really wants to help him out and is horrified when steven basically tells her 'oh after all this is over, ill just disappear'

"NO! THAT IS NOT A NORMAL THING FOR SOMEONE TO SAY! WHAT THE FUCK?!"

i also imagine that luna gets jake out quicker than amber does - mostly because she encourages the mk system to be more open with each other

when she moves back to philadelphia she sees there are spots open for a roommate position with a girl she vaguely knew from high school - enter amber talbot

luna derbyshire - amber talbot

amber is introverted and cold - doesn't really like talking to many people - has kind of locked herself in her room and kept herself away from other people due to her father's death and her grief

she doesn't really open up to anyone unless she has to, which usually means that she's much less of an open book - still a major overachiever, but not as prone to showing it off

she really hates the idea of people pitying her, which is why she fell into books and tv - specifically the master who series (idk if that's the title lol)

she's fond of the master, who's an ubergenius who uses his intelligence to save the world from alien threats, including the rebellious doctor

due to having watched the show on a night where she was suffering from exhaustion/depression from her father's death and her need to prove everyone that she's fine, her latent psychic abilities activate and she's brought into the tv show

amber never knew she was a mutant - her mom was were the mutant gene came from but their powers tend to activate due to stress or strong emotions - amber's mom has a bad habit of bottling up her emotions and has indirectly taught amber that's healthy (its not)

so finding out that she's not just a mutant but something called the 'constant companion' is a huge culture shock for her

gets along best with delgado and gomez master

she reminds the master of his mentee romana (who switches with susan as the first companion) and it was romana who encouraged amber to form a psychic link with the master, for research purposes

they both bond over feeling like they'll never be enough for themselves or others

okay now onto the doctor aka the biggest tragedy - same backstory, they're the timeless child and they took it... poorly

gallifrey was much less openly corrupt in here then in canon, so the doctor was just seen as a child lashing out at nothing

the master still ends up destroying gallifrey during the time war, a fact that keeps him up at night and leads to him confiding in amber about his trauma

but the doctor survives the war and puts his consciousness into a pocket watch which leads to uh... utopia

tennant is more like a scientist trying to encourage first contact than a politician (idea stolen from this art) - i also dont imagine he makes the 'doctor race' or whatever in end of time

(tbh that art inspired the hell out of this part of the au lol)

amber hates the doctor moreso than luna hates the master, but more because he shows pity for her - the doctor is naturally empathic, and he sees that she's grieving, and he basically calls out the master for not 'breaking through to her'

which leads to amber - in a fit of rage - nearly causing pertwee master to regenerate from a massive psychic shock - amber hates the idea that someone so evil pities her, and it just confirms her suspicions the only people who pity her and her grief are just bad actors trying to use her

at one point - during a break from traveling with the master - amber decides to move out and move into her own apartment. she places an ad because her mom is encouraging her to 'make some real friends', which is how she and luna meet

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Reminder: Vote based on the song, not the artist or specific recording! The tracks referenced are the original artist, aside from a few rare cases where a cover is the most widely known.

Lyrics, videos, info, and notable covers under the cut. (Spotify playlist available in pinned post)

At Last

Written By: Henry Warren & Mack Gordon

Artist: Etta James

Released: 1960

Originally recorded by: Glenn Miller and His Orchestra feat. Pat Friday & John Payne, 1941

A song originally written in 1941 by Mack Gordon and Harry Warren and originally performed by Glenn Miller and His Orchestra for the 1941 movie Sun Valley Serenade, this ballad found its greatest success in the hands of the late Etta James in this 1960 recording. The tune became James' signature song. The song is featured on several “best of” lists, including inclusion in the Library of Congress' National Recording Registry and induction into the Grammy Hall of Fame in 1999.

[Verse 1] At last My love has come along My lonely days are over And life is like a song (Oh, yeah, yeah) [Verse 2] At last The skies above are blue My heart was wrapped up in clover The night I looked at you [Bridge] I found a dream that I could speak to A dream that I can call my own I found a thrill to press my cheek to A thrill that I've never known (Oh, yeah, yeah) [Verse 3] You smiled, you smiled Oh, and then the spell was cast And here we are in heaven For you are mine at last

Dancing in the Dark

Written By: Bruce Springsteen

Artist: Bruce Springsteen

Released: 1984

The first single off of Springsteen’s seminal album Born In The U.S.A., this track was written two years after most of the other songs on the album. Producer Jon Landau thought the new album lacked a guaranteed hit and pushed Springsteen to draft one more song. The two men got into a brief altercation, after which Bruce wrote “Dancing in the Dark” about his ‘difficulty writing a hit single and his frustration trying to write songs that will please people’. Its music video contains an early appearance by actress Courtney Cox. It also helped introduce Springsteen to a younger audience, setting the stage for a seven-single run of top 10 hits from the album. “Dancing In The Dark” became Springsteen’s highest charting single the Boss has ever had, spending four weeks in the #2 position of the Billboard Hot 100 in the summer of 1984, held from the top spot by Duran Duran “The Reflex” and Prince “When Doves Cry”. It also spent six weeks at #1 on the Mainstream Rock chart. This single is also Springsteen’s only to be certified platinum.

[Verse 1] I get up in the evening And I ain't got nothing to say I come home in the morning I go to bed feeling the same way I ain't nothing but tired Man, I'm just tired and bored with myself Hey there, baby I could use just a little help [Chorus] You can't start a fire You can't start a fire without a spark This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark [Verse 2] Messages keep getting clearer Radio's on, and I'm moving 'round my place I check my look in the mirror I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face Man, I ain't getting nowhere I'm just living in a dump like this There's something happening somewhere Baby, I just know that there is [Chorus] You can't start a fire You can't start a fire without a spark This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark [Bridge] You sit around getting older There's a joke here somewhere, and it's on me I'll shake this world off my shoulders Come on, baby, the laugh's on me [Verse 3] Stay on the streets of this town And they'll be carving you up all right They say, "You gotta stay hungry" Hey, baby, I'm just about starving tonight I'm dying for some action I'm sick of sitting around here trying to write this book I need a love reaction Come on now, baby, give me just one look [Chorus] You can't start a fire Sitting 'round crying over a broken heart This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark You can't start a fire Worrying about your little world falling apart This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark [Outro] Even if we're just dancing in the dark Even if we're just dancing in the dark Even if we're just dancing in the dark Hey, baby [Outro Saxophone Solo]

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Ray Henderson Gets His “Voice” Back on Debut LP, Broke Down in Bala

A tough-sensitive singer-songwriter from northern Ontario, Ray Henderson combines the darkness of Johnny Cash, the storytelling of Kris Kristofferson with the gravitas of John Prine. Equal parts country, roots rock, blues and gospel, Henderson’s debut full-length album captures his lightning in a bottle.

Broke Down in Bala emerged from Toronto's open mic scene where Henderson is a regular. Back in the ‘90s, he would drive down to the Free Times Cafe in Toronto every Monday from Muskoka. Returning in 2022, he met musician and producer Loren Davie who agreed to produce Broke Down in Bala, the first release on the Toronto-based epijam label. Now the world can hear Henderson’s music, poignant at times and raucous at others. 

The focus track “Voice” came to Henderson in a dream. “I saw my lady across the water,” he explains. “She was looking for me and calling my name but couldn't hear my reply. My voice was gone because...I guess I just didn’t fit in with the real musicians and naysayers… my own underconfidence. Then I met the positive lady in the song, so it was her belief in me that gave me strength and just kept me writing.”

Broke Down in Bala is the resurrection of 11 songs, inspired by lessons learned on the ride of life. Many were written up to 25 years ago, but Henderson had put them aside, not feeling confident in them. Then, in the summer of 2023, as he sat in the park with friends from the open mic scene, he dusted off some of his older material, and, encouraged by them, decided to give it another shot. 

[dustedmagazine]

Jayda G — Guy (Ninja Tune)

Coming off the warm reception to her eco-conscious debut full-length Significant Changes, Jayda Guy’s star was ascending in electronic circles for her crate-digging sets and productions that blended classic Chicago house, disco, boogie and funk. Her time in Berlin was finished; she had wrapped up co-running the Freakout Cult imprint with DJ Fett Burger and moved west to London. She got married. And despite the pandemic’s onset, she bucked the trend for most anxious dance music producers and found a hit in 2020 with everyone at home: “Both of Us” was as memorable a single as you’ll find from the summer that wasn’t. A DJ-Kicks entry in 2021 as things started to open back up again wasn’t unexpected, but the same can’t be said for her second album. Guy is as much a therapy session as it is an album, as much for her as it is for listeners.

“I had the idea for the album for a long time,” she recently told Billboard, but “didn’t have the time, energy and space to tackle what that would look like emotionally.” That idea? Grappling with the death of her father, who passed away when she was 10. With nowhere to go and no one to play to during the pandemic, Jayda trawled through more than 11 hours of video William Guy recorded about his life with her older sister after being diagnosed with terminal cancer. What a life to draw from, too: From a childhood growing up in Kansas to enlisting in Vietnam to Washington, D.C., riots to roofing in Canada to social work, William had a rich personal history to draw from and what seemed to be a considered perspective on his life as a whole as his days drew to an end.

For tackling such a personal topic, then, it made sense that Jayda G would rely on herself more than ever to uncover how that emotional soundscape would take shape. Though Jack Peñate (Adele, David Byrne, Adele) co-produces and Lisa-Kaindé Diaz (Ibeyi) and Ed Thomas (Nia Archives, Stormzy, Jorja Smith) feature, this is wholly Jayda’s album. Reversing her usual method of starting with the music and leaving lyrics last, the songs of Guy started with the words — and, for the first time (aside from “Both of Us”), her own voice. From focusing on what’s said to vocal coaching in an effort to carry tunes better, Guy is a very different listen to what precedes it.

Following a scene-setting intro from one of her dad’s tapes, “Blue Lights” jumps into it to give you an idea of what you’re in for. With a light bongo touch, Jayda’s vocals practically bounce over a sleek house track that portrays her dad’s position as a nighttime radio DJ amid the D.C. riots of 1968. There’s the marital discord of “Heads or Tails” and “Lonely Back in O” set to backclaps and carefully deployed, lush-yet-spartan synths. The airy highlight “Scars” will resonate with anyone who’s ever been discriminated against by authorities, particularly the police. “Your Thoughts” is quite simply New Wave, an ‘80s synth-pop throwback with the slightest Caribbean tinge to it in the dubby echo of the synthesizers. The breezy yacht rock guitar of “Meant to Be” fits the song’s topic of Jayda’s dad meeting her mom in Canada, a buoyant optimism pervading. “When She Dance” late in the album also incorporates the perspective of Jayda’s grandmother and the power of Black womanhood.

The real revelation here, however, is “Circle Back Around.” You could write tomes on this track, which again addresses authority and discrimination, but it’s perhaps the most cohesive song Jayda G has ever written. The single version with the video shown above is slightly different from the album version and, though less suited to the dancefloor, is the better of the two: Audio snippets otherwise scattered across the album are condensed for the video into one of the finest singles of 2023 as her dad describes running from the cops as a kid in Kansas before the galloping beat appears to complement the theme. Jayda’s vocals are at their most cathartically ethereal here, and the way the beat drops back in for the final stretch is unmatched; only the hardest of hearts could give it a shrug.

If Significant Changes was about caring for our planet ecologically, Guy is about caring for our planet interpersonally. The emotional excavation Jayda G has done with her sophomore album is admirable to witness and a joy to hear, its brighter outlook on what this life has left for us a direct line from the hard-earned calm of William Guy to anyone who hears him. Too often we are tempted by the dark, easily seduced by the wretched evils and seemingly unending fears this world has to offer; Guy offers a rebuke, says wait a minute, take a deep breath and look around at what wonders are left. There’s so much still to cherish — and so many still to love.

Patrick Masterson

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Thanks for the tag!! 💜

Last song: Death by Rock and Roll - The Pretty Reckless

Fav Color: blue (right now at least, though it changes from day to day)

Last Movie: I haven't been to an in-person cinema in ages and I'm reaaally bad at actually finishing movies when I watch them at home. I think the last one I -started- watching was Priscilla Queen of the Desert? I should actually finish at some point lmao.

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: I'm going to be boring and pick savoury, because the other two are occasional treats rather than something I could live off.

Relationship Status: single and also deeply aro ace.

Last Thing I Googled: Vyvanse patent expiry date (PS: good news for those dealing with the current shortage or with ongoing high prices!)

Current obsession: longtime obsession with the Legend of Zelda series! More specifically: I've recently been enjoying watching QuinBoBin's playthrough of a bunch of the older games - I have so much nostalgia and it's delightful watching someone come at them with fresh eyes. Also Sister you are SO correct in selecting Raviolink as a favourite pairing (PS I love them). Aside from that: I'm trying to learn Arabic via green bird app, reading a bunch of Isekai/time reversal webcomics via Tapas and Tappy Toons, and the last really good fiction book I read was Camp Damascus by Chuck Tingle.

Tag Nine People: uhhhh this is always the hardest step for me to actually complete, but if you're reading this as a person who hasn't already done it and wants to join in: here, have a zero-pressure permission slip!! (sorry for the cop out)

Nine people I'd like to get to know better

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Last song: Down by the River by Borislav Slavov from the Baldur’s Gate 3 Soundtrack (or more specifically the cover of Down by the River by Nerissa Ravencroft)

Favorite color: Blue and purple!

Last movie/TV show: Seinfeld, I’m currently on season four!

Sweet/spicy/savory?: I have a huge sweet tooth, so sweet things

Relationship status: Single

Last thing I googled: I searched up the show “Arthur” because I was trying to find that one meme where Buster was like “You really think someone would do that, just go on the internet and spread lies?”

Current obsession: Fragaria memories and tears of themis mostly^^

Tag Nine People: @kyaruun @xinieeee @deadmansbistro @florapot @hunita812 @scuffle-with-spirals @rexonalapis @maxellera @manicpixiedoomedgirl

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i love that house md is like a time capsule of 2000s music. bands that were small at the time bands that have since broken up they're all there it's so nostalgic

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coming right on back for you

part 3 of ?

rise of the tmnt x tmnt 2k12 pairing: leo & mikey, leo & everyone word count: 1674 title borrowed from hurricane by lord huron post-movie

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The kid sleeps straight through the next day, and well into the night. When it’s close to 1 AM, nearing the time they usually head aboveground for patrol, Mikey doesn’t want to go.

It makes sense for Donnie to stay—he’s the doctor. And they don’t ever split up unevenly anymore. The buddy system is serious legislation in this house. Leo even gets testy when he hears about April or Casey being alone in their apartment for any extended period of time. Safety isn’t necessarily guaranteed anywhere, not even the lair; the only security they really have that they can rely on is each other.

So someone is going to have to stay behind with Donnie. It should definitely be Mikey, and Mikey has been rehearsing his argument in his head all night, but it turns out to be a moot point.

“We’ll be in the neighborhood,” Leo is saying to Donnie when Mikey warily pokes his head out of the infirmary. “Do a sweep of the usual hotspots and then stick close to our Wednesday route. Call us if anything happens.”

“And no parties,” Raph adds, probably just to undermine Momanardo, but it’s just teasing instead of actually mean, like it always used to be. Leo rolls his eyes and shoves him, barely hard enough to make Raph rock back on his heels.

“We only have like three friends who’d come to party and they’re all busy this weekend,” Mikey says with an audible pout.

All of his brothers glance his way and smile automatically when they see him, even though they must have known he was hanging out the infirmary door listening in this whole time.

“So? Woody would skip work for you in a heartbeat,” Raph says dryly. “And he has.”

“Multiple times,” Leo agrees in a wry tone. “If his uncle didn’t own the restaurant, he’d have lost his job years ago.”

“Nepotism!” Mikey cheers, sing-song.

It’s a good note for them to leave on. Leo nudges his shoulder into Donnie’s and rubs a hand over Mikey’s head the same way he’s done Mikey’s entire life, then steps aside so they can both pile into Raph for a many-limbed hug.

They have a lot of rituals these days. Goodbyes are an important one. There’s been too many close calls—too many almost-last-words. Mikey always hugs his brothers like it’s the last time he’ll ever see them. Just in case it is.

When Leo and Raph have gone, Donnie says, “I need to change Little Blue’s fluid bags.” It’s how they’ve all started referring to the striped turtle, and it makes Mikey smile. “Want to learn how it works?”

Mikey absolutely does, because Mikey likes being helpful however he can, and as they got older Donnie got a lot better about giving him opportunities to be.

A simple saline drip should be well within his wheelhouse. He’s watched his siblings do it enough times.

But before they get any farther, Don’s phone goes off. He slips it from his belt with a frown, checks the notification, then spins on his heel and darts down the hall without another word. It’s simple muscle-memory that has Mikey falling in right behind him, mind blank.

Closing in on the open infirmary door, Mikey hears it; the steady drone of a flatline.

Oh no, he doesn’t have the breath to say out loud. His heart is a lump of solid ice behind his plastron. He’s only still moving because his body is in autopilot mode, trained since childhood to be a machine when he needs it to be.

Donnie skids to a stop just inside the door, and his arm flies out to stop Mikey from flanking him. Mikey can’t see over his shoulder unless he jumps, and, like a coward, he doesn’t jump. He stares forward at Donnie’s shell instead.

“Is he dead?” he blurts, cold all the way down to his bones.

“No,” Donnie replies slowly. His tone gives Mikey hope immediately, because it’s quiet and cautious, not at all how he would sound if there was a dead child in their home. “He’s awake.”

Oh. Oh!

Mikey’s heart kickstarts back into action. Now he’s straining to see, pushing past the protective carapace parked in front of him. Donnie makes a low warning sound, so he doesn’t go far, just enough to get a glimpse.

The striped turtle is staring back across the room at them. He’s holding a needle in his hand. He must have lunged over to snatch it up off the counter and yanked his catheter out of his arm, along with the electrode wired to the EKG machine, which is why it flatlined.  

He’s upright, but only barely. The arm braced under his body is shaking so hard Mikey can see it from where he’s standing. He’s terrified.

“Hey,” Mikey says softly. “It’s okay. You’re safe.”

Donnie is silent beside him, letting Mikey take the lead.

Little Blue is listening, at least. But his eyes are glazed and half-lucid, probably thanks to the grade four concussion. He woke up on a medical bed in a strange place, after what Mikey can only assume was the fight of his life. He has a right to be scared.

“A portal brought you here,” Mikey adds. “A yellow light. Do you remember that?”

That earns him a moment of suspicious consideration, then a slow, careful nod. Mikey nods back, smiling warmly.

“My brothers and I were hanging out by Sheepshead Bay when you appeared out of nowhere. You were hurt so we brought you home.”

The kid doesn’t speak for what feels like a long time, staring at Mikey and Donnie like he can see right through them. He sort of sways a little, drunkenly, like it’s more effort than it’s worth just to hold his head up.

Then he croaks, “What were you and your brothers doing hanging out in the most boring part of Brooklyn?”

It’s the last thing Mikey is expecting to hear, and it takes him a second to register the joke. Then Donnie snorts, and Mikey grins ear-to-ear.

“You’re thinking of Williamsburg,” he says.

“Pretentious doesn’t automatically equal boring,” Little Blue replies, just serious enough that it comes across as tongue-in-cheek. “You guys ever do that underground donut tour? Changed my life.”

Despite his flippant tone, there’s ninja-grade wariness in his face. He goes rabbit-still when Mikey eases a step forward. His hand around the needle is white-knuckled. Everything about him is white-knuckled, like he’s clinging to consciousness and composure with tooth and nail.

It’s hard to watch. He’s just a kid.

“I just want to turn the monitor off,” Mikey says affably. “That noise is driving me crazy.”

Little Blue dips his chin, a clipped nod. Mikey crosses the room at a steady pace, and opts to yank the plug out of the wall instead of getting any closer to the kid than absolutely necessary to fiddle with buttons.

They’re an arms length away from each other. Mikey offers him another smile; bigger and brighter now, because he’s been smiling this whole time and he wants the kid to see the difference.

Something goes loose in the striped turtle’s shoulders. A guard going down despite himself.

Then two things happen in quick succession:

Raph and Leo, who probably got the same alert on their phones that Donnie did and doubled back, appear in the doorway so suddenly that even Mikey’s heart jumps a bit in surprise.

And a flickering blue light engulfs the room as the needle in the striped turtle’s hand glows, changes shape, and becomes a full-sized katana, a dangerous length of real steel blade and handsome wooden hilt where none of it existed a second ago.

The kid is on his feet, against the wall, the cot a barrier between himself and everyone else in the room. That false bravado has fallen away and the earlier fear has stepped forward. His whole body is trembling, but the hand wrapped around the hilt of his sword is still.

Then Leo says, low and urgent, “Mikey catch him he’s going to—”

It’s just barely enough warning. Mikey springs forward and manages to get his arms around Little Blue before he folds like paper, collapsing against Mikey’s plastron.  His sword clatters to the floor with a loud, clean ring of metal against stone.

Leo and Donnie both cross the room at a run. Raph follows at a slower clip, looking as bewildered as Mikey feels.

“What the fuck,” he says, with feeling. “Could he do that the whole time?”

“That’s a no,” Leo replies tersely. “I told you, his spiritual energy is—all used up. He’s running on empty. He shouldn’t have done that.”

That brings Mikey out of it. He draws the kid closer, a little further away from everyone who might try to scold him, and snaps, “He’s scared!”

It takes all the anger out of Leo in one fell swoop. It’s easy, because there wasn’t much anger to begin with. That’s just what his worry looks like sometimes. He and Raph butted heads so often when they were kids because they were so much alike they couldn’t stand it.

Mikey doesn’t know what it feels like to be an older sibling, but he thinks it might feel something like this. And his brothers look understanding when they look at him, like his sudden prickly, out-of-place temper makes all the sense to them in the world.

“Bring him back up here,” Donnie says, patting the bed. “You’re right, Mike. He doesn’t feel safe. So we’ll let him keep his sword. Maybe that way he won’t feel the need to ruin more of my equipment.”

Mikey juts his chin out stubbornly, even as he stands up and lifts the kid onto the bed.

“He can summon as many swords as he wants,” Mikey says, defiant.

Something about it makes Raph shake his head.

“God, it’s a good thing you weren’t the oldest,” Raph says, his voice rich and warm the way it is when he’s only barely not laughing. “We would’ve gotten away with murder.”

[charlie-pippin-faraday]

fabina h/cs?

Oh yes I was hoping someone would ask me this. Warning this got very long I have a lot of thoughts and feelings

They are so sweet it makes everyone wanna barf sometimes

In S1 some of them (Mick, Mara, Alfie, Patricia) place bets on when they're gonna get together. Mick wins

During S2 Amber tries to get them together in a multitude of different ways. She tries mistletoe, the old "trapping them in a small dark room together" trick, conspiring with Patricia and Alfie to ensure they just so ~happen~ to find themselves alone together, etc.

Throughout S3, they literally never stopped thinking about each other

After graduation, it's a really turbulent and transitionary period in Fabian's life, and he has to assess what he really wants. And he realizes he never stopped loving Nina, and he wants to be with her again

Amber actively encourages him to go after her, saying he'll regret it for the rest of his life if he doesn't

Nina realizes the past year without him has been miserable. It's been awful not having her best friend by her side to talk to and confide in and do things with, and she's missed him so much. So when he reaches out, all of her feelings come rushing back with an intensity, and she decides she doesn't want to lose him again, and they get back together. For good this time.

They go to college in America together, and Fabian ultimately moves to her hometown of Cleveland to be with her

After college they work at a museum together looking at historical stuff all day long. They get to nerd out and they work together well; it's a dream job

Nina tries her best to introduce Fabian to American culture. Some of it is a bigger culture shock than others. Nina is always incredibly amused when he doesn't get words right or he gets flustered and confused at certain customs

He's not sure how he feels about American fast food

American pie, however, is his new favorite thing. Especially Nina's gran's pies

The Fourth of July scares him. But barbecues are nice

Nina is a fan of Cleveland's baseball team. She takes him to a game, and by god is he confused. He has trouble following. The first game is a lost cause. But once Nina points out how dependent the game is on math, then he starts to get the hang of it. A little bit

American driving, however, is horrifying to Fabian. Nina's a pretty good driver, and Fabian's fairly good (if not a bit stiff and nervous) at driving in the UK, but in America it's a whole different animal. Not only are they on the other side of the road, but the drivers here are fast and aggressive. It's very scary. The ONLY reason he eventually learns to do it the American way is because he wants to be able to take Nina out and be a competent enough man to drive a car around

Speaking of cars: one summer they definitely go on a cross-country road trip, just the two of them. It's meant to bring them closer and be romantic, and it is. They love looking at all the sights together, and Fabian is amazed by the sheer diversity of landscape and how gorgeous parts of the country can be. He TRIES to split the driving 50/50, but America is just so goddam BIG, like intimidatingly huge, and he's not used to driving for that long. The driving ends up being more like 70/30 in Nina's favor, but she doesn't mind. She gives Fabian the responsibility of making a road trip playlist, and he knocks it out of the park

At home, they enjoy cozy nights by the fireside, reading and snuggling under blankets

Sweaters! They are sweater people and I enjoy the image of them snuggling together in sweaters

Handwritten letters! They write each other handwritten letters all the time, especially in the summer between season 1-2 and the period of time between graduation and Fabian making the move to America. They both keep every single letter they receive and each keep them stored in a sentimental little box

They like to frequent old/used bookstores and antique shops. Their place is filled to the brim with odd knickknacks and collectibles that they find, and they have an entire wall with shelves piled high with books

They don't need a lot of fancy stuff, and they don't care about being high-class; they don't care much about appearances, and they don't need a lot. All they care about really is being together.

They learn to get better at communication and not let anyone else's opinion about their relationship impact their relationship. They're the only ones that know what's best for them, and they take things at their own pace

Nina can get overly emotional and stressed sometimes, and Fabian's her rock. That's how it's always been, and that's how it always will be

They love to watch the discovery channel and the national geographic channel, along with netflix documentaries

They fuckin LOVE escape rooms, they use every excuse they can to go to escape rooms

Nina takes Fabian to the rock and roll hall of fame, and he's like a kid in a candy store

They are frequent patrons of their local coffee shop, to the point where all the baristas know who they are

They are very cheesy and sentimental all the time. Most everything they do is very thoughtful and has some kind of meaning

They like to write cute notes to each other and leave them around the house

It takes Fabian forever to actually propose to Nina, to the point where he gets calls from Amber just about every day asking when she's getting an engagement announcement. He just wanted to be careful and deliberate about it and make sure everything was perfect

He makes sure the proposal is simple and romantic. He sets up a candlelit dinner, the lights are low, he talks to her softly and sweetly and tells her he loves her and pops the question

Nina, surprisingly, does not cry. Fabian, however, definitely does when she says yes

He proposes with a family ring; his grandmother's ring. It's very sentimental and has a lot of history behind it, and we all know Nina loves that stuff, and the history and story makes her very emotional

He does what he should have done in S2 instead of writing a poem: he writes her a song and plays it for her on the guitar. It's her favorite thing he's ever done for her.

After the engagement they tell Amber before they tell anyone else, because she'd kill them if they didn't

They surprise her with a video call, and they don't tell her at first, but then Nina surprises her and shows off the ring, and Amber screams so loud they're convinced she's going to break glass.

Amber is even more excited than they are, she talks with them absolutely non-stop about their wedding. She even tries to take control of it at some point

Their wedding is a fairly small wedding; it takes place at an outdoor venue in the spring, at a beautiful location just outside her hometown in America. Mick is the best man and Amber is the maid of honor. Amber gives an incredibly emotional MOH speech and sobs buckets. Gran walks Nina down the aisle

Her wedding dress looks a little something like this; definitely something with long lacy sleeves

They have 3 kids, all girls

The oldest is Evelyn, named after Nina's gran. She's got dark hair, Nina's curls, Nina’s light blue eyes, and she looks like Fabian. She got Nina's courageous leadership side, she's very adventurous

The middle child is Sarah. She looks like someone legit photocopied Nina. Same hair color, same curls, same eyes, same general facial features. She got the intellectual and bookish side of both of them

The youngest is Eloise, kind of a little bit after Sarah's mother but mostly they just liked the name. Often they call her "Lou" and she definitely goes by that when she's older. She somehow got to be strawberry blonde, has less curls than her sisters, she has Fabian's blue-green eyes, and is a mix of them both when it comes to facial features. She got the part of them that liked to sneak around and break the rules; as she gets older she becomes very rebellious, and Nina jokes "are we sure this child came from me and not Patricia?"

All 3 girls are little troublemakers and they're partners in crime

At some points when the girls are a bit much Fabian gets stressed and shouts "we're outnumbered!!!!!"

Amber is their aunt and showers the girls with expensive presents all the time, especially clothes, which all of the girls LOVE. Nina and Fabian accuse her of spoiling them and she says "If I can't spoil them then what's the point of being the rich beloved aunt?"

The girls do indeed love Amber, all three of them adore her

When the girls get older they find the boxes of letters their parents wrote to each other, they think it's very sweet

Even as they get older, the two of them always set aside time to be romantic with each other

And they remain each other's best friend and confidante forever and ever

yo please feel free to keep sending me these! or asking me my opinions on stuff! this is a lot of fun!

[sakuramidnight15]

-HSA OC Information-

Character Bio

Name: Doremi Lennon

(Japanese: ドレミレノン)

Romaji: Doremi Renon

Quote: "Okay then! Let's paint the whole town wild!"

V/A: Nana Mizuki (Japanese)

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Birthday: March 2

Star Sign: Pisces

Eye Color: Yale Blue (Her Normal Eye Color)

Tourmaline Black (Second Eye Color and Half-Myth power activation)

Hair Color: Philadelphia Blue

Height: 168 cm

Race: Half Human, Half Myth/Hybrid

Species: Lernaean Hydra

Homeland: Summerville (The second country in the Island of Enchantment)

Family: Hannah Lennon (Mother)

Lei Tolentino (Mother)

Dio Tolentino (Older Brother)

Yuana Lennon (Grandmother)

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School Status and Fun Facts

Dorm: Inkorama (@leonasbitties)

School Year: Second

Class: 2-D (Same Class with Yuzuki and Jovanni)

Student no. 20 (A transfer student)

Occupation: Student

Street Artist

DJ Remixer and Rapper (In Secret)

Official Agent/Assassin of the SIDC (Meaning: Supernaturals Investigation Department Center)

Club: Art and Photography Club

Best Subject: Art, Science, and Hand to Hand combat

Dominant Hand: Right (Secretly an Ambidextrous)

Favorite Color: Light Grey and Dark Blue

Favorite Food: Salty French Fries, Squid Rings, Canned Sardines, Japanese Food,

Least Favorite Food: Anything not Flavoured, Dried Frog Meat, Lemonade,

Likes: Positivity, Music (Mostly on Rock/Mental, Remixes or etc), Video Games, Anime and Manga, Creative Painting Ideas, Paint Splat Games,

Dislikes: Negativity, Loud Noises, Freya and Saburou's Arguments, Mocked, Usual Chaos, Interruption, Getting Scolded, Getting Elijah or Hibiki Pissed Off at her, Being Late,

Hobbies: Playing Video Games, Street Painting, Making Songs (Mostly), Remixing Songs, Making Rhymed Lyrics, Assassin's Assistance, Manga Hunting (Mostly), Breakdancing (Mostly), Skateboarding or Rollar-skating,

Talents: Transforming into her half-myth form, Water Abilities, Gun Skills, Canon Gun Blows, Assassin Skills, Summoning Large Tentacles on her back (twelve total but can summon two), Voice Manipulation,

Nicknames: Dore or Dori (From her family and friends)

Little Sis or Little Brat (From her older brother)

Doremi-senpai or Lennon-senpai (From the freshmen students and mostly for Lynn and her friends)

Mrs. Lennon (From the SIDC workers and trainers)

Idiot (From Hibiki,or Yuzuki, mostly)

Stupid (From Elijah, mostly)

Other Nicknames:

N/A

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Appearance and Personality

Appearance: Doremi has a average but slender female body build, far distance she looks rather curvy though. She has long philadelphia blue hair which she ties it into two low ponytails which it reaches to the bottom of her feet. She has yale blue colored eyes which they can turn into tourmaline black when using her myth abilities. Doremi is a spunky and cool-type of girl, but she can be rather dumb and troublesome.

Personality: Doremi is born as the first daughter and youngest child in her family, with her older brother as the only boy in the family and lives in most decent parts of the city in Summerville, perhaps the same district to find Jovanni's place just a couple of blocks away. Her family runs a painting shop for street artists and painters to get supplies.

Doremi is definitely a 'going-all-out' type of female teenager, definitely a cool-type but often gets into a lot of trouble, mostly for her one of her two mothers, older brother or grandmother to scold her for being so reckless onto anything that catches her interest or fun. Sometimes, she can be rather mischievous or sly, it mostly annoyed Hibiki and Yuzuki.

She's mostly seen with her half-myth friends but is also another individual to get into a ton of trouble, mostly for Freya and her group as well.

Aside from being dumb and stupid, she has her reasons which stated to her the honest truths with a smiling face, which no one can ignore them, plus she never even lie when it comes to the real ordeal, but will lie if necessary, to anything serious.

If you get close to her, Doremi would still be the same as usual except she might get your attention aside from her friends and time to spend with her on anything. Which could lead you both into a lot of trouble indeed, you're gonna have to thank her for that.

Like a few of her friends, she too is a SIDC official in the company, but she's in Elijah's rank. To my surprise, she can get serious on any missions… A little too serious though, tends to mess things up at the slightest touch.

Do try not to break her trust in you. Despite being a idiotically a mess and also a dumb girl that can attract trouble. Doremi knows how to put something as an obstacle before she can trust you, play a little game till you break and that's how Doremi will decide her answer.

End them emotionally or physically, that's her choice to make. That's how she plays her cards fairly onto someone like you if you dare to try. She'll squeeze them till you're out of breath.

Welp, a loveable but an idiot type of sunshine… Can someone stop her from making even more chaos here now?

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Trivia

-The name 'Doremi' is from Japanese 一 (do) meaning "one" or 瞳 (do) meaning "pupil of the eye", 二 (re) meaning "two", 麗 (re) meaning "beautiful, lovely", 憐 (re) meaning "pity, sympathize" or 澪 (re) meaning "waterway, channel" combined with 三 (mi) meaning "three" or 美 (mi) meaning "beautiful". While her surname 'Lennon' Irish Gaelic. Origin. Meaning. "Cloak"; "blackbird"; "lover".

-She based on Goggles (From Splatoon Manga Series), Genderbend Boyfriend (From FNF Mods), and Finnian (From Black Butler)

-She and Hibiki often argues a lot especially at anything due to her idiotic tendencies, perhaps second from Saburou and Freya's fighting.

-Always forgets to zip her jacket from time to time and always comes late, Elijah, Yuzuki scold her for it. But Hibiki did most of it.

-Often plays video games with Freya at Tetravania.

-An expert painter in the dorm, some of her dorm mates might need to catch up with her energy and stupidity.

-She has terrifying strength that is being anyone's imagination. Is cable of lifting anyone heavy without a single struggle.

-Was a victim of food poisoning during a skate boarding contest during a break from someone, received a five day hospitalization.

-Is a pro at handling cannon-type weapons during missions.

-She too is capable of controlling twelve of her large tentacles. Perhaps a little bigger than Manase's.

-On weekends, she does a lot anime and manga hunting on her free time.

-Might have taught Lynette a few of drills and her strength after meeting her.

-She and Fuyuhiko got along thanks to Elijah due to remixing music's and rap battles the three made alongside with Whitney. Fuyuhiko called her 'Queen Rapper'.

-Doremi, Nerine, Kiara, and Cynthia often make music together at the lake.

-Her voice sounds cheery and fun but the time changes when it comes to trust. Which is why I chose Nana Mizuki to be her voice actor.

-Pretty forgetful at anything.

-Causes a bit of trouble for Hibiki and Yuzuki, much to the two boys dismay.

-She and Jovanni are in good terms cause they like make and wear cool-type clothing.

[serpentinesheldonserpentine]

Report Card: Class of 1977

The Sex Pistols.

British rock historians opinions aside, I doubt the guys read a bunch of Guy Debord Situationist agitprop. More likely when he wasn’t hanging at Malcom and Vivian’s Sex store Steve Jones was busy stealing guitars from the Stones, among others.

So, how does the music stack up? The Pistols played Iike the bastard sons of Eddie Cochran, hard, tight, and badass. Lydon/Rotten provided extra attitude, not that they needed it. Their one record is extraordinary and belongs in your collection. I think Robert Mitchum would have enjoyed Matlock, Jones, and Cook’s playing. He woulda punched Lydon.

Blondie.

Smart, hip, and essential. Whether they were mining old Girl Group sounds, playing tight pop numbers like Look Good In Blue, or hipping the squares to rap, they were the among the coolest cats around. Tell the truth, Call Me made you look in your mirror before you went clubbing, didn’t it?

The Heartbreakers.

Like the Beatles never happened. The best dressed, coolest band around. The music? LAMF (like a mother fucker), when all their vices lined up on the same night the Heartbreakers played like the last gang in town. Baddest of the bad asses, like their compatriots in Blondie, the Heartbreakers were older and cooler than any of the “kids”. They’d have been Dion’s ideal backing band. If you could bottle attitude, the Heartbreakers were 150 Proof. Hell was briefly a member which is better for his cred than theirs.

Television.

Upon hearing the Television demo tapes, Ahmet Ertegun turned the band down saying “this is not earth music.” They coulda been contenders had they played more melodically instead of like a punkish Phish. The second album reveals the limitations of the plan and the rhythm section was, to be kind, inept. Hell was briefly a member which is better for his cred than theirs. Think of Talking Heads with shittier songs and lots of guitar solos.

Talking Heads.

A great band from jump, Talking Heads improved each year. RISD grads welcome a former Modern Lover to create a band that was unique among the leather jacket three chord crowd. Concise songwriting, memorable melodies,and a sense that while you could never be friends with any of them you could easily lie and say you prepped with their drummer. They sound better with each listen. Hell was never a member, a boost in cred for both parties.

Ramones.

The sonic equivalent of a White Castle burger consumed with a warm Pabst at a Russ Meyer film festival, Ramones sounded like a return to AM top 40 radio of the sixties was just around the corner. It wasn’t, but that didn’t bother Da Brudders. I listen to the first three records to this day.

Suicide.

Brit synth pop bands like Heaven 17, Human League, D’ran-D’ran and others owe their careers to Alan and Marty of Suicide. If that’s good or bad is your call, but even Springsteen appreciated the duo. The first two releases ( both called Suicide) are far more disturbing and intense than any British MTV oriented followers and are well worth your time. Springsteen’s State Trooper is his loving tribute to the duo’s sound.

The Cramps.

Buncha weirdos who played primal rockabilly like their lives depended on it. Attending Cramps concert in the 70’s allowed and encouraged more personal freedom than most people can handle. Stick with the earlier recordings while Lux and Ivy were still unearthing obscure early rock and roll songs to cover. I loved this band as much as I loved the Heartbreakers. Which is a lot.

Richard Hell and the Voidoids.

Hell was briefly a member of this band which helped his cred quite a bit. Hell’s herky-jerky songs are brought to life by a band that featured the playing of two extraordinary guitarists, Ivan Julian and Robert Quine. Worth your time and money.

The Clash.

There were a couple of years when you were tempted to believe all the righteous propaganda that emanated from Clash HQ. They really were an amazing band, at least until Topper Headon departed. London Calling is Exile on Main Street for the late 70’s and I guarantee you find worthy songs in the rambling Sandinista. I loved this band.

[forthehpfanboys]

Gold Strings & Red Picks- PT 1

Pair: Ron Weasley x Reader; he/him.

Summary: The Weasley's invented a band! Having a band, means you need a band manager; someone to help find venues, gigs and sponsors. After finding one, Ron seems to be hopeless drawn toward them.

Warnings: flirting, swearing, bickering, sexual tension??, Punk Pining Ron but also Smug Ron, naming a guitar ‘Cherry Popper’, dm me if I missed any.

Notes: I plan on having some chapters kinda spicy. I made an entire gif for this and yes it is Rupert playing 👀 and god is this self indulgent. Hope you guys like it!

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It was a Friday morning when you quit the Static Dragons and posted the news on every piece of social media you had. It didn’t take long for you to edit your bios to state you were looking for a new band, and it managed to catch someone's eye just as quickly. It was Monday evening when you got a dm on Instagram from a user called ddchrmrs-official. The user basically sent you a paragraph about how he was the lead singer of a band he and his siblings threw together and they were looking for a new manager. You agreed to meet with them and talk about the potential of the band and he agreed, using more than a few explanation marks after his reply. He even sent you a few of their songs once he deemed you worthy enough.

So, you found a dining hall, an equal distance from your house and theirs, and with the lead singer's approval, Fred, you booked it for Tuesday afternoon. Fred even made a post explaining the good news- why he was acting like one of the Weird Sisters followed him back, you weren’t sure. You couldn’t help but be excited too. The songs were good- more punk-rock than you assumed from the band's name. Something about the name Daydream Charmers gave off a softer, boyband type.

The day of the band meeting couldn’t have gone much worse. You missed your morning alarm, you couldn’t find your laptop charger and the clothes you picked out the night before ended up covered in stains from breakfast. GPS even gave you the fastest route and you still managed to be 10 minutes late, but you managed to find the right hall. It was a bit different compared to the pristine image shown on the website.

The roof looked like it was caving under an invisible weight and the actual size of the hall looked like a small barn. The walls were made of red and black bricks, most of which seemed to be chipped, broken or bending, like it was being crushed. The door frame was slanting, the door’s white paint was chipping, the sidewalk was splitting at almost every corner. You were desperately hoping the building was enchanted so it was bigger (and nicer looking) on the inside.

You parked your car on the pebble covered asphalt, right next to an equally old and rusty blue car. You had no idea how four people, a sound system, a bass, an electric guitar and a full drum set fit inside of the small wagon, but figured they managed to spell the inside bigger. You weren’t bothered by it- how could you be? You felt your wand hit your laptop inside the bag as you threw it over your shoulder after climbing out of the car. Shutting the door, you hurried up the broken concrete, shoving your keys in your pocket.

You chewed on your lip, adjusting the collar of your shirt as you approached the door. A smile pulled at your lips at the refreshing sound of genuine laughter and bickering. You had an internal battle of whether you should knock or just barge in. It sounded like they were having their fun and you didn’t want to interrupt anything. Soon enough, the laughter was dying down and someone was strumming a bass quietly, practicing a few chords from one of the songs Fred gave you. You raised a fist to knock on the door and the silence that followed was close to defining. Soft footsteps followed the silence and you swore you could hear soft breathing behind the door before it was yanked open.

“Hey! You made it! We were worried you got lost on your way here.”

You weren’t expecting to be face to chest with an individual. Their band's logo was printed across the front, red letters with a gold outline that clashed drastically with the bright orange fabric of the tight shirt. You tilted your head up, meeting cocoa brown eyes and a crisp white smile. His ginger hair was spread across his shoulders, his ear lobes were pierced with two shiny black flat stud earrings and the little white nostril piercing on the left side of his nose was reflecting the sunlight.

“Fred?” You asked, matching his smile. You could tell he had fun, you could sense it. His arm raised, inadvertently showing off his muscles, and rested against the door frame. 

“The one and only.” He grinned, clearly just joking. Before he could say anything else, he was rudely interrupted by a foreign voice behind him. Fred’s smile dropped into a frown like he was suddenly slapped across the face.

“Is it the pizza guy?” The voice asked from somewhere behind him, excitement clearer than crystal. Fred looked over his shoulder to respond.

“No, Ron. That’s not for another twelve minutes.” He rolled his eyes after looking back at you and letting out a loud sigh. “I’m sorry about him. His appetite is larger than Big Ben and it literally never stops. Anyway, I hope you like pizza! I tried to message you about it.” He pulled his phone out of his front pocket, unlocking it and scrolling through his messages and swiping right on notifications he didn’t care for.

“I was using my phone for GPS. Must’ve missed the messages.” Your hands slid into your front pockets, your weight shifting between your feet as embarrassment began to settle in. Maybe this wasn’t the best first impression. Before you could think about it too long, a low whistle was resonating from beside Fred.

Without warning, Fred was being nudged aside by a slightly shorter ginger, his piercing blue eyes staring into yours. They didn’t stay there very long though. They slowly dragged down your body, taking in your form, and his head tilted in appreciation.

“Oh.. I’m not gonna complain about the pizza when Merlin delivered us a cutie.” He gave you a dizzying side smile. “What’s your name, sweetheart? Surely, it’s something as handsome as you are.” Just as quickly as he appeared, Fred was pushing him back, faking a gag while driving the unnamed individual back with Fred’s hand against his forehead. 

“Ew! Ron, down! Seriously? Keep your yap shut! He’s our new band manager and I’d actually like to keep this one, thank you.” Fred groaned, a sneer pulling at his lips. He blocked the smaller ginger from the door with his body before turning back to you with a sigh. “I’m sorry. He’s usually not like this. Usually he’s moping about his ex-” You could see Ron jumping behind Fred to get another look at you. The reaction had you snorting into your hands.

“Fred. Fred, move, mate. I wanna see ‘im again!” The ginger whined, tugging at his older brother's t-shirt. He was dodging around Fred’s constant moving hands to get one more peek at you.

Fred let out a groan, his head falling backwards in agony before letting out a loud “George, please help!”

“Wait! Wait, wait!” Ron’s voice matched the panicked hand trying to hold onto the door frame before it was hilariously slapped off the wood and was dragged into the mystery hidden behind the lead singer. His begs and pleas began to echo and soften which you thought caused you to giggle a bit. 

“I’m sorry. We’ll put a muzzle on him or something. Come on in, I’ll introduce you to everyone.” Fred shifted out of the door way, allowing you to enter the hall. It was bigger on the inside than the outside, that much had you relieved. Fred shut the door behind you with a satisfying click and let you soak the place in while he sat himself down on a velvet red coach. It was dimly lit, about half the lights were on, and the walls were painted a light tan, which easily could’ve been mistaken for white, if white wasn’t used for the tiling. 

Next to Fred on the couch, was a girl with long, slightly darker, ginger hair. Her hair went well past her shoulders, and a bright orange base sat on top of her crossed legs. She had gone back to laying a few chords once you entered, just relaxing as her two brothers basically wrestled each other.

“Ginny, this is (Y/n).” Fred spoke up, pointing from his sister to you, then back to her. (Y/n), this is the youngest Weasley in the family, Ginevra.” Fred smirked, but it turned into a pained expression when she landed a hard slap to his chest.

“Except if you call me that, I will break your legs. It’s Gin or Ginny, nothing else. It’s nice to finally meet you, (Y/n). Fred hasn’t shut up about you.” She smiled at you, reaching a tattoo covered hand out to shake yours. 

“Really?” You couldn’t help but grin. You shook her hand proudly, knowing it was probably your reputation that kept the oldest Weasley in the band chatting up a storm. “It’s nice to meet you too, Gin.” You gave her a cheeky grin before turning to the other side of the hall, noting another Fred standing in front of Ron, who was sitting in a chair quiet grumpily. 

The double picked up a deep red guitar covered in stickers and shoved it into Ron’s lap, causing the younger to gasp out a wheeze. It was obvious he had chewed Ron out for his behavior, but nevertheless, he gave his unplugged electric guitar a few strums, which seemed to satisfy Fred 2 because soon enough he was storming back to the couch, shaking his head the entire walk there.

He sat himself down on the arm of the couch, right next to his doppelganger. His arms crossed back over his chest once again. Fred 2 had the same length hair, different piercings though. He only had one set of black earrings, but had an industrial across his left ear. He had a straight line of freckles across his cheek bones and right across his nose. The spots went down his neck and across his forehead. 

“He’s bloody useless.” He grumbled out, his snake bite moving to the right as his tongue ran across it. “Oh, hi!” Fred 2 scooted over to the edge of the arm rest, reaching his hand out to shake yours. “You must be the band manager! I’m George, Fred’s twin bro-”

“Younger twin. I’m the oldest.” Fred interrupted, smirking again as he pointed a thumb to himself. His smirk dropped when he was smacked in the chest again- by both George and Ginny. 

“I’m his twin brother. Ignore him, he has a God complex.” George rolled his eyes, smiling at you while he shook your hand. He pulled his hand away before scooting back to rest his back against the back of the couch. You could tell he wasn’t comfortable, but  he seemed dedicated to the spot. “I’m sorry you had to meet Ron the way you did. Usually he’s tamer than that.”

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, your gaze turned down to your shoes. Your cheeks were beginning to heat up as his flirting rebounded through your head again.

“Nah, he wasn’t that bad.”

“I wasn’t?” Ron’s sudden voice behind you had nearly jumped out of your skin. You spun around, your backpack strings nearly catching on one of Ginny’s bass strings. You swallowed down a squeak. “Georgie was trying to convince me I was being inconsiderate and rude and that mum would smack me if she saw.” He was still holding the guitar by the neck, and that was when you noticed the bright gold strings with a red pick trapped between them.

“Well, it’s not like you were asking about my shoe size… “ Your eyes landed on the hands holding the black neck of the instrument and you couldn’t help but gawk at them. Rings covered his finger knuckles, veins popped out from beneath his skin. “Wow.” You didn’t mean to verbally gawk over the hands, so you had to force your gaze down to the instrument and ignore the urge to stare at the pale, freckle covered skin that was making your mouth dry. 

You shook your head, looking at the shiny strings. You had you stop yourself from reaching out and caressing the polished neck, the textures strings and hidden pick. It was clearly loved and carefully taken care of.

“Beauty, isn't she?” Ron grinned, showing off the red body drowning in decals- most of which were bright orange Quidditch themed or terrible chess puns. You almost forgot to check if they were a muggle band, but this told you enough. “My best friend got it for me, he’s a blessing. Mum didn’t approve, of course, said we all had better purposes, but dad said rock on.” 

“She really is. I’m guessing you named her?” The second the question fell from your lips, the three sharing a spot on the couch groaned in agony, but Ron was grinning in pride.

“Of course I have! Her name is Cherry Popper and she’s the love of my life. Unless,” Ron was taking a step closer to you, a twinkle in his eyes as he continued speaking, “you plan on cha-” His flirting was cut off suddenly.

“And that’s enough of that! Please sit down and, for the love of Merlin’s beard, rename the damn thing!” Ginny cried out, almost knocking her own instrument straight into the tiled floor. She ran a hand through her hair, her free hand holding the bass hard enough to make her knuckles pure white.

“I mean, come on! Name it something classic like ‘Bertha’ or ‘Jasmine’, or, and here’s my personal favorite, don’t name it at all!” Fred waved his hands while he spoke, counting the names on his fingers before doing jazz hands at ‘don’t name it at all’.

“Fred, that’s hypocritical. You named your mic.” George spoke up, pulling two white marble drumsticks from his jeans pockets and began to spin one between his fingers. 

“That was a joke.” Fred stuck his tongue out at his twin. “At least I don’t do it seriously. And leave Echo out of this.” Fred ripped the non spinning drumstick from George’s hand, holding it out of his twins reach.

“Shut up and give me Crystal back!”

“No, if you wanna talk about terrible names, we can talk about the band's name! Merlin, Fred, were you sky high when you made it?” Ron shot back, his arms crossing over his chest, one still holding the guitar.

Knowing this kind of fight could go for a good while, you slipped past him, patting Ron on the shoulder while you walked past while a pained gasp rented the silence that flooded the hall. You set your backpack on the white table, opening the zipper and pulling out your laptop. You sat down, pulling the laptop onto your lap before opening the notepad application.

“I made the name! And dammit, I think it was clever! It even has a unique backstory! At our school, we had a um- small business and it was quite successful. By ‘we’, I mean George and I and by successful, I mean we run an online joke shop. I thought it fit the shop pretty well.” Fred held a look of pride- a smirk was, once again, drawn across his lips as his eyes twinkled.

“Mate, it’s horrible.” Ginny spoke up, not even bothering to throw the truth as a curve-ball causing two of her older brothers to nod in agreement. She copied Fred’s movement by yanking the drumstick from his hand, but handed it to George, smiling at him. 

“Why couldn’t it have been something cool? You named your shop something cool. Why’d you give the band something’ shitty?” Ron rolled his eyes, leaning his back against the door, the guitar balancing on his sneakers and leaning against his ripped jean covered legs. His attention didn’t stay with his siblings for long. Soon it was shifting over to you, like he was naturally drawn toward you. He grinned at you, sticking his tongue out. The little gold ball stamped into the middle of his tongue had your full attention.

You swallowed thickly. The ball and his guitar strings were the exact same color and reflected the same light. You felt butterflies fill your stomach from the simple action and noticed, almost suddenly, the ginger was actually quite attractive and funny. You sucked on your tongue, hoping the blush across your cheeks didn’t give too much away. Ron looked back at his brothers, his side grin screaming he basically saw your body temperature rise.

“I was led to believe you all loved the name, but no! I’m starting to think you guys are just trying to embarrass me in front of the (Y/n), but since you think it’s so easy, come up with a new one.” Fred cried out, crossing his arms over the printed long sleeve t-shirt, and was pouting like a child now, sinking lower into the couch.

“It makes us sound like a cheesy boy-band going after 12 year olds.” Ginny scoffed, propping her bass up against the couch. She looked over at her slightly older brother, nodding her head in Fred’s direction.

“It does. We could’ve been Fire Wicks.” Ron pointed at Ginny and the teaming up began. “Or like Solar Skips.”

“Or The Red Bloods.” Gin nodded, pointing back at Ron while her other hand pulled out her phone. The game was ‘Who-Cares-If-It’s-Bad-Let’s-Prove-Fred-Wrong’ and you could tell it was for shits and giggles. You were going to pitch in an idea, but someone beat you to it.

“Or FireBolt Bitters.” Spoke up George, who was now gazing up at the ceiling, shaking his head in mock shame, but you could see the edges of his smile growing at the corners.

“Ooh, I love that one!” Ron leaned over, stretching his arm as far as it could to give  George a high five, before turning to look at you. He grinned at your confused expression. “Are you writing these down?” He pointed at your computer before giving you a wink. The butterflies came back, doubled in strength, and you couldn’t help but laugh. You shook your head no, laughing louder when he waved his hands in a panicked manner. “Write them down, mate!”

You rolled your eyes, typing random shit down just to please the younger one. Your eyes trailed across the dumplings, noting three quarters of them were smiling. Fred’s crabby expression made it was clear he didn’t get picked on very often.

“Charlie texted saying ‘The Copper Horntails’ would’ve been better.” Ginny said, looking up from her phone. She dropped the phone onto her lap, wincing a tad when the device collided with the instrument on her lap. She quickly forgot the pain and leaned back, enjoying her brother's pain.

“You asked Charlie?!” Fred squealed loudly, his hands holding his head. Right beside Fred, George had begun to tap his sticks together, improvising a beat to go with the arguing.

“You know what? That’s a great idea! Let’s ask Percy next-” yelled Ron over Ginny’s laughter and Fred’s agonizing scream. His smirk only grew when Fred tossed his head back. 

“Ok, damn! I get it! But I already made t-shirts so deal with it.”

“Fred, we have magic. We can always change the print.” George piped up, tapping the white wooden sticks against his thighs in some random pattern, his head nodding to a beat. He shrugged his shoulders, not focusing on his words all that much,

“George!” This time it was Fred’s turn to smack George in his chest. He glared at him before leaning over to whisper in his twin's ear. It was something you couldn’t make out, but you figured they were debating over your status. You rolled your eyes, reaching behind you.

With a clear of your throat, you gained their attention before pulling out your wand from your backpack. While waving it, you locked eyes with Ron, playfully chewing on your lip to try to hide your smile.

“But-” Fred scrambled to grab his phone. You knew he was going to pull up one of your profiles to show none of them mentioned magic or wizarding or anything.

“The quidditch stickers were a dead give away.” You pointed to Ron’s guitar with the tip of your wand before putting it back in your bag. “That, and the tiny blue car that somehow carried four band members, and all of their equipment even though, that should’ve been impossible. I do enjoy Firebolt Bitters, though.”

Your own smile grew when the siblings broke out into loud snorts and sniggers, save for Fred’s. Ron walked over to you, and you were sure his cheeks were hurting from how hard he was smiling. He laid his arm across your shoulders, pulling you into his side as he faced his band members.

“I like this one.”

A smile stretches across your face as your cheeks get warmer. Out of everything to come out of today, this was something even the strongest and most willed seer’s couldn’t have predicted. It wasn’t even half past noon and you’d already started to develop a crush on a punk guitarist who shares a band with his siblings. You were clueless on how you were going to do your managing and keep it strictly platonic when he grinned at you like you were everything he wanted.