#bowie goes to jail

[elliespeach]

tear you apart | ellie williams

˗ˏˋ"if your friends won't watch over you, i will." ´ˎ˗

pairing ellie wiliams x fem reader synopsis ellie owns her own vinyl store and the day you wander in changes both of your lives forever. she quickly becomes infatuated with you, desperate for your love that she believes is meant to be. when things in your life begin to spiral, ellie is there to catch you, but you'd never suspect she was the reason you fell in the first place. heavily heavily based on the book/tv show "you" on netflix wordcount 4k warnings gosh where do i start, stalking both cyber and in person, ellie is obsessive, manipulative, a gaslighter, a pervert lowkey, possessive and easily jealous, she breaks into readers apartment and goes thru your stuff, shes also so delusional like top tier delulu, shes based off joe goldberg so i mean put the pieces together. this is all from her perspective, most if not all of the inner monologue is ellie's thoughts about you, the italics is verbatim what she is thinking in that very moment if that makes sense. like joe, all of her actions are justified in her mind, and she doesn't see anything wrong with them. reader has a dysfunctional family. pls lmk if i am missing something! authors note hi hello hi, i have been so excited to post this!! just wanted to clarify this rn, i am bringing in a LOT of elements from the book and show, especially in this part, if it seems very similar thats why. i don't plan on following the plot line for season one, but i needed a good base to jump off of, dont hate me. n yes, readers best friend is shauna from yellowjackets i couldn't help myself. i needed a girl group, sue me. cat is apart of this girl group, not ellie's ex along w dina, also not ellie's ex in this au lol

fuckin’ trash, ellie thought to herself, looking over the torn up vinyl in her hands. the guy who returned it obviously had no fucking clue how to take care of something. especially something so needing of love. she placed the vinyl down on the counter beside the register before stepping into the back of the store, grabbing her tools of restoration. as she rummaged through a drawer, the familiar bell rang from the front door indicating a new customer, but she ignored it and continued searching for the sandpaper she always left laying around somewhere. the last drawer she opened was the winner, taking her supplies, she emerged from the small room into the front of the store, the beads in the doorway swaying as she walked through them. 

thats when her eyes found you, examining the vinyl left on the counter. you hadn���t noticed her yet, too engrossed in the mishandled vinyl. she watched you for a moment as you looked it over, tracing the scratches that lined it. to ellie, you looked to be the definition of a nice girl. sporting a flowy sundress that laid just below your ass. nice girl who likes attention, she thought to herself, looking you up and down from afar. 

she played it cool, keeping her eyes on the sandpaper and cloth in her hands as she made her way back to the counter. you finally took notice of her when she stood in front of you. “oh, hi,” you smiled brightly, to which ellie looked up. “whoever handled this vinyl should be in jail.” a sense of humor, ellie smiled at you, letting a breathy laugh fall from her lips. and an appreciation for vinyls, rare.

“a life sentence, for sure.” she spoke, and you laughed. a laugh that was genuine, not forced by politeness. 

“can you point me to where i could find a david bowie album, ellie?” you asked sweetly, and she had to remember she wore a name tag. flirting with me and you like david bowie? ellie’s grateful its a tuesday afternoon, the store is dead. giving her more time to talk with you. you, who seemed to never stop smiling at her. 

“against the wall,” she pointed. “third box from the left.” she lets you wander over yourself, taking the time to admire the way you carry yourself. you had a pair of red, heart shaped sunglasses resting on your head. ellie could tell you liked to pay attention to details, it was evident in the way you matched your sunglasses to your dress, and she wondered just how many pairs you owned. both short dresses and uniquely designed sunglasses together. her head tilted at the thought, switching her over chewed gum to the other side of her mouth. 

you rifled through the box as ellie’s gaze pierced your back, although you were seemingly unaware. david bowie, she thought again. not another stuck up gen z who only listens to who is in the top one hundred, no. no, you were special. ellie put her focus onto the vinyl in front of her, slowly dampening it with the cloth before grinding the sandpaper over the scratches. but she kept you in her peripheral vision and she couldn’t help but notice you were struggling to find a specific one, or at least it looked like it. 

“need help?” she asked you, keeping her voice neutral.

your body turned to face her, meeting her eyes and a faux pout on your lips.“i think the only one i want isn’t here, or i’m seriously blind.” 

ellie chuckled, coming out from behind the counter, “my money’s on blind, just organized this box a few days ago.”

you huffed lightly, standing to the side while she approached you and the box. “i can’t find the rise and fall of ziggy stardust, it’s one of my favorites.”

of course it is. ellie barely looked in the box before she saw the album, pulling it out and holding it out for you. “i���ll book your eye appointment,” she said with a light grin. 

“ugh, my hero,” you gushed, taking the album from her hands gently. i’ll always be your hero, but something tells ellie that you didn’t really need her help to begin with. 

“c’mon, i’ll ring you up,” ellie led you back to the register and you placed the vinyl down on the counter lightly.

“promise i won’t do what that guy did,” you joked, reaching into your bag for your wallet. 

ellie almost wishes you would. you’d come in a few days later, apologizing for being so clumsy but asking if she could fix it for you. of course, she would say yes. how could she say no to someone like you? “you couldn’t if you tried, pretty sure he did it on purpose.” 

“what makes you say that?”

“just a hunch,” ellie shrugs, scanning the barcode on the vinyl. 

“maybe his dogs got it, or worse, his kids.” you kept eye contact as you spoke, which shocked ellie. a lot of people would break away, divert conversation, maybe even stay silent all together. but not you. 

“if that guy had kids, i’d feel bad for them,” to a lot of people, this comment would rub them the wrong way, and ellie internally cursed herself for saying it. you’re a sweetheart in her eyes, someone who wouldn’t think things like that, but again, you laughed. the transaction was almost over and she was grasping at straws, so she kept going. “guys like him blame everything on everyone else, i wouldn’t be surprised if his kids actually hated him but,” 

your head tilted, waiting for more. to ellie, it looked like you were hanging onto every word she said. and she relished in it. “–thats only if someone wanted to have kids with him, which i highly doubt.” 

“from what i’m hearing it doesn’t sound like anyone would want to,” you’re trusting my judgment. ellie’s lips curled up with your words, and she bagged the vinyl in a plastic bag. you handed her a credit card, which was decorated with flowers along with your name. and you want me to know your name. you could’ve used cash, the vinyl was less than twenty dollars. but no, ellie knew better and she knew you better. your eyes found the scratched up vinyl yet again, “but you can fix it?” 

ellie swiped the card against her own wishes. she’d give you the whole store if you asked with that pretty smile. “it’ll be back in the box within the hour, why? you like pink floyd?”

“yeah, for the most part. i haven’t listened to that album yet,” 

“i can put it on hold for you.” ellie rushes out, and she feels like she came on too strong. you could easily listen to it on spotify but she reminds herself that you’re in her store for a reason. you probably own a vinyl player, an older model you got off of facebook marketplace because the newer ones don’t match your personality. maybe a pioneer or a yamaha, and now shes thinking about how you probably dance around your room listening to music. your response breaks her from her imagination. 

“that’d be great, thanks ellie,” but she can see it so perfectly in her mind, you’d wear a big t-shirt and a dainty pair of underwear. twirling and spinning about, the t-shirt riding up as you did and as you stood in front of her in that short dress her mind seemed to unravel and she had to clear her throat. 

“anytime–” she tacked your name at the end of her words with a smile, handing back your card which you very quickly put in your wallet. her eyes glanced down for a split second, admiring how the dress pushed your tits together before bringing them back up to your face. 

“aren’t you going to tell me to have a good day?” you teased much to ellie’s enjoyment, reaching out for the bag she was holding for you. 

“have a good day,” your fingers grazed hers, and ellie knew it had to be on purpose. a flirt, and a good one at that.

“you too, ellie. i’ll be back for that album.” 

you left the store as quickly as you came, taking your sweet vanilla scent with you. ellie thought about your interaction all day, it consumed her walk home and when she entered her small apartment she fell to her couch and opened her laptop. 

plugging your name into any and all social medias was easy, who could forget a name like yours? all your accounts were public, and very quickly ellie could tell just what kind of person you were. the sweet girl who loved vinyls who had an addiction to posting online. your twitter was filled with random, obscure thoughts and always with a hashtag at the end of them. from time to time you’d tweet about where you were, and ellie tsk’d out loud to herself. anyone could find you within seconds, you need to be more careful. you seemed to tweet about everything in your life and ellie refreshed the page, wishing to see a post about the cute girl in the vinyl shop who helped you find your favorite album. 

yet, there was nothing. and for a moment it hurt her, but the more she thought about it, it was better you didn’t post about her. that means it was real for you, hope remains. 

facebook provided the basics of your family, although the account was inactive. but your parents who divorced a few years back seemed to only post about your younger siblings, leaving her to wonder if they didn’t approve of your lifestyle in the city. she stalked their pages like it was her job and at this point it felt like it was. she discovered that your two younger siblings went off to college out west and your parents even sold their home to be closer to them while still living separate lives. ellie felt pity for you, how could they just leave you behind? 

your instagram feed was an aesthetic one, pictures posted solely to appease your followers. a pretty sunset here, a mirror selfie there, a quick post about the food from the restaurant just down the road from ellie’s shop. there were also posts about your own art, colorful and detailed, just like yourself. a painting you did was the last thing you posted, but this one wasn’t like your other ones, it was black and white and had a lonely floating balloon in the center and the borders were lined with overlapping words. ellie could make out only a few of them, ‘melancholy’, ‘nobody’, and ‘distress’. 

there were lots of group pictures of you with friends. ellie could see you looked more authentic than them, who all seemed to resemble something out of a factory for young adults. you were a pearl in a sea of clams. 

out of curiosity, ellie brought herself to your friend’s pages as well. she needed to see the types of people you spent time with, seeing if they were someone she would approve of for you. one friend made an appearance more than others and she assumed that was your so-called best friend, a spunky city girl named shauna. her own instagram was like an influencer’s guide to posting online, and she seemed like someone ellie would avoid at all costs. shauna’s posts of you always had you in the background, or if you were directly in the frame it was a candid where shauna looked better. she's making herself look better at your own expense, can't you see that?   

your other friend’s social media were bland and unhelpful. ellie brought herself back to the task at hand. she typed your name into google and watched the loading screen. your name brought up a string of links all connecting back to your art pieces you’ve submitted to local papers and art galleries. an artist in new york city, aren’t you ambitious. maybe your parents didn’t like the instability of being an artist. but yet, you still pursue your passion. its admirable. 

what also popped up was a white pages link, with a few clicks, and a small charge to her credit card she found exactly what she was looking for. there wasn’t much she could do with your phone number, texting you would be creepy. there was no way for her to explain how she got it, so the next best thing was your address. which, lucky for ellie, was only six blocks from her own. 

if she could find it this easily, she needed to make sure that no one else did. which is how she found herself standing across the street from your apartment, peering into the windows that had no blinds, no curtains, no protection from the outside world. you were on full display for all of new york. first thing were doing together is buying you blinds. you were lounging around on your coach, scrolling through your phone and periodically shifting in your spot to get more comfortable. 

it was dark now, and again, luckily for ellie, someone standing on the sidewalk of new york wasn’t a weird thing to do and no one paid her any mind. for days she would stand in the same spot, studying your movements throughout your apartment. sometimes you would go to bed on the early side, but most nights you were fully awake, sipping something out of a purple mug which she could only assume was coffee, and drawing lines on a canvas. 

everytime you would take a break and scroll through your phone, ellie would refresh every social media, waiting for a post. your fingers danced on the keyboard and after a few refreshes on ellie’s end, your twitter had a new post. 

@yndoesartstuff: if anyone has tips on how not to procrastinate finishing a wip, please enlighten me

if you just put down your phone, i’m sure you could get it done.

one night she watched as you dipped your wet brush into the purple mug instead of the designated paint water cup. they didn’t even look similar, but ellie laughed to herself while you groaned, tossing your head back before getting up to dump the liquid out of the mug. this would also be the first night ellie gawked at you while your hands dipped below your shorts, she quickly looked around. no one else seemed to notice that you were pleasing yourself with your own gentle hands and her eyes found you again, sprawled out on your couch. 

your back arched, obviously hitting your sweet spot and ellie swallowed hard. blinds. were getting you blinds. 

some days, ellie was too busy with the store to watch over you and she hated herself for it. too tired to walk the six blocks and instead just looking over your social media again, looking through your friends posts to see if you’ve been up to anything. you had never come back for the album, which ellie had finished nearly two weeks ago now. but tonight, as she locked up the store she knew she was going straight to the sidewalk adjacent from your apartment. 

when she arrived at her usual spot she saw you through the windows and you looked too well put together for a night to yourself. you were dolled up and ellie liked to imagine it was for her, you’d leave your apartment and head to the store for the album you said you’d come back for weeks ago. but her hope was squashed when a cab pulled up outside your apartment and a woman who looked way too old started to walk up the steps to the building and entered the main door. ellie had been here enough to know the general look of your building's inhabitants, and this woman wasn’t one of them. maybe someone's mom, maybe she's visiting a friend. she can’t be here for you. no way. 

but through the windows, with no blinds, she saw you open your door for this woman and welcome her into your home. your mom. it has to be. ellie’s eyebrows narrowed when you pulled this woman into a hug, then pulled back and let your lips kiss hers. okay, so not your mom. who the fuck is this?

ellie, whose eyes were going from her phone to the big windows of your apartment, began to search through your online presence and found no traces of her. this mysterious woman who, now, you seemed to be having a highschool make out session with on your couch, was all over you, touching you, kissing you, and worst of all, pleasing you. that sweet smile that had previously been for ellie, was now for this woman and it made ellie’s stomach turn. but she didn’t leave, instead watched while the two of you began to peel each other's clothes off. 

were getting you blinds and were getting rid of this woman. 

the next day while she opened up her store, she couldn’t help but think about you and this woman. she was frustrated, of course. but she couldn’t blame you, obviously this woman was prying on your weaknesses for her own pleasure. taking advantage of you. it sickened her, and she had to know more. she had been through every following list she could think of and still, this woman was a mystery. and as she refreshed your twitter (a new hobby of hers), a new post popped up. 

@yndoesartstuff: lunch date with @shaunamavisxx never felt so right – at hoppers tavern

seeing that, ellie locked up shop way too early. it was fairly easy to make her way into your apartment, all she had to do was play the part. “sorry, my girlfriend hasn’t given me a key to this door yet,” she said with a friendly smile to your neighbor, who out of the kindness of his heart let her into the building. she waited until he was in his own apartment before picking your lock. 

it smelled like you once she stepped inside, and she let the aroma fill her nose as she walked around. it was messy, canvases piled up everywhere along with dirty paint brushes. clothes lined your floor from the bedroom all the way to the kitchen and she had to force herself not to clean it up for you. she examined your paintings up close, admiring how the strokes on the canvas looked. she noticed you draw a small bird in every corner, the bird is plump, uncolored and holding a small twig. it was your signature, and it matched you so well. but, what she really was after was your laptop, she found it sitting on your unmade bed. 

no password? she was shocked, and made a mental note to tell you that you needed to secure your devices. it’s almost as if you wanted her to search through it to get to know you better, and ellie did just that. it was linked to your phone and as she went through your messages they all seemed to be relatively normal. for someone like you, at least. 

loads of messages from a group chat labeled city gals, and she knew it wasn’t you who had named it being as you were funnier than that, and less basic. scrolling up, all the conversation in the chat was merely nothing of note, no mention of this woman to your friends which ellie found odd. maybe just a hookup? but even then, wouldn’t you tell your friends? 

ellie could gauge your friends' personalities through the texts they would send, shauna was most definitely the unnamed leader of this group, probably also the one who named the chat. her texts were mostly about planning activities, meanwhile the others just tacked on with fake enthusiastic responses. even yourself. 

leaving the group chat, she continued to scroll down your messages and found an unsaved phone number which seemed to be the winner. you don’t have her number saved, this is good. a lot of your texts to her went unanswered, left on seen and only responded once you’d ask for her to come over. that usually generated a reply within minutes from this woman, who ellie still didn’t know the name of. it angered her even further, realizing she was just toying you along. only using you for your body when you were so much more than that. 

ellie jotted down the unsaved number into her notes app, saving it for later when she could find out just exactly who this woman was. it was clear from the texts that she wanted nothing to do with you, and you still kept texting her like a sad puppy. it was pathetic, really, but ellie didn’t judge. she knew that your attention seeking habits were brought on by your dysfunctional family, she just wished it was her on the receiving end.

she found herself in your emails and saw you had an abundant amount of unread ones. it was a lot of spam and a waste of time, so she moved on. she decided it was best to go into your search history, restaurants, art galleries that allowed online submissions, sometimes even silly questions that ellie would most definitely answer for you if you asked. 

“how do magicians do their cutting in half tricks?” you would ask her from the couch while ellie made you both dinner. 

she’d call out from the stove, “there’s a fake table, the girl puts her legs through that. the legs you see on the other end are fake, baby.” and you would giggle sweetly as you always did, thanking her for being a know-it-all. 

but as she continued to scroll further and further down your search history, she saw that the day you two had met, you googled “vinyl stores near me” and ellie’s was the first to pop up. she thanked every star in the universe for such a coincidence, but the more she thought about it, it couldn’t have been a coincidence because to her, it was always meant to be.  

suddenly your laptop dinged and a new message appeared at the top from city gals. it was shauna and she was proposing a night out and it didn’t take long at all for the rest of the chat to respond. 

shauna: drinks at our favorite spot tonight?

dina: totally what time 

shauna: like 8 ish? 

cat: sounds good to me

shauna: im with our heavy drinker, she says yes too!! see u guys then

dina: hangin w out us :( rude 

cat: yeah wtf 

shauna: oh hush its no biggie, we’ll see you guys tonight 

ellie sat back as the texts rolled in, heavy drinker? ellie didn’t like the sound of it, and your friends seemed to think it was funny. bet they don’t even watch over you when you’re plastered, leaving you alone where anyone could hurt you. a few clicks on your instagram and she found a group mirror picture in a dirty bar bathroom, and the location clear as day at the top of the post. she confirmed it with a few other pictures and a deep dive of your twitter. gotta stop putting your location everywhere. 

ellie knew your lunch date with shauna would be ending soon and you’d return home to start getting ready for the evening. she shut your laptop down, placing it exactly where it was on the bed before and started towards the door to leave. as she was on her way out, a bright red thong caught her eye. it was so carelessly thrown between the couch and the table next to it and she stuffed them into her pocket before locking the door behind her on the way out. she knew you’d never notice, your apartment already looked like a tornado had been through it seven times over. 

she played with the string of fabric in her pocket as she walked down the sidewalk back to her place, contemplating the night to come. if your friends won't watch over you, i will.

read part two here :)

[singemall-stayallnight]

It Was a Different Time - The Led Zeppelin Edition

When the subject of Led Zeppelin and underage girls or "baby groupies" has been broached on here, I've usually seen responses along the lines of "it was a different time," "that's how things were in the 70s," "it was accepted/not viewed as wrong back then," or "put their behavior in the context of the times." Contrary to oft-repeated claims on here, adults dating & having sex with young teens was generally not acceptable in the 70s, either. The idea that it was has been refuted. Not only that, Jimmy (and Robert) continued to have sex with underage girls after the 70s ended, but we'll get to that later.

"I just read an oral history of Led Zeppelin and was shocked to find out Jimmy Page had a long relationship with a 13 year old girl. Sable and Lori were pubescent LA groupies."

"I think the media covered up a lot of stuff. They knew it was going on. For instance, it was no secret what JFK was up to, but there was an understanding that certain things were not to be discussed and that "boys will be boys." I recall reading that Polanski was shocked at the reaction when his actions hit the press."

by Anonymous reply 3 January 26, 2014 2:38 AM

[quote] "'Fucking a 13 year old has been unacceptable for many years.'

It wasn't ever really acceptable. It was semi acceptable in 1960's - 1970's California with and among celebrities. The press didn't used to be what it is now. You hardly ever heard anything about the private lives of musicians. Just what little they gave out in interviews. There weren't really any paparazzi following musical groups. The only pictures the newspapers printed were professional pictures."

by Anonymous reply 13 January 26, 2014 4:23 AM

"It was not accepted in the average family lol Maybe it was accepted in hollywood for men to have sex with girls who were teens and barely teens but I doubt most of the public knew about it. These men are VERY lucky that paparazzi wasn't what it is now or they'd all be either jailed or shamed like Polanski"

by Anonymous reply 27 January 12, 2016 3:53 AM

"People had no idea he was screwing a 14-year-old and many would have been disgusted. The groupies who were showcased on TV were older women like Cherry Vanilla and Cynthia Plaster Caster."

by Anonymous reply 29 January 12, 2016 4:42 AM

"The obits are not going to be printing that David Bowie fucked a 13 year old Lori Maddox, that's for sure.

Back then, of course these men knew that the vast majority of people would regard them as perverted if they knew the rock star was having sex with young teens, this is why they kept it quiet, then as now. Page was very careful to keep Maddox hidden from view. The Beatles kept it quiet that they were fucking multiple teenagers on their tours.

Rock and pop has always been a genre that celebrates het male sexuality in most of its forms and gives extreme license to its most popular stars, whether their behavior is socially acceptable or not. Look at the lyrics of the Stones Stray Cat blues.

There's a recent blind about a singer in a huge pop group whose security invited a 13 year old back to his hotel room and when she got there she was told to shave everything as that's how he liked his girls. She freaked and left. Most guessed it was Zayn Malik."

by Anonymous reply 40 January 12, 2016 11:09 AM

"Wow the pedo apologist posters in here are pathetic. It was NOT socially accepted by most parents for their young teens to be fucking with adults. Just because someone is famous and maybe no longer goes after underage kids, that does not mean he/she is not a pedo. The idea that a lot of the rock stars mentioned in this thread did it for a period of time means they're disgusting pedos. Appropriately calling someone a pedo does not make me a SJW either. It doesn't matter whether the underage kid involved thinks it was acceptable then or now-it's still sickening."

by Anonymous reply 51 January 12, 2016 3:31 PM

"'It doesn't matter whether the underage kid involved thinks it was acceptable then or now-it's still sickening.'

It reveals a lot about these men, certainly. Bowie was born in a working class home in South London. If he had tried to fuck a 14 year old girl there, he would have had the shit beaten out of him by the men in that community and been labelled a 'kiddie fiddler'. These men used their money and their entourages to exploit these very young, uneducated kids with parents who either didn't give a shit about them or were star struck themselves.

Lori Maddox comes across as - to put it kindly - very low intellect. What were these men talking to her about? Nothing. It was a relationship based on them taking advantage of her sexually and then tossing her like rubbish when they were done. Nice guys."

by Anonymous reply 52 January 12, 2016 4:12 PM

"don't forget that pedo piece of shit manager guy of the Runaways who died recently."

by Anonymous reply 64 January 13, 2016 3:33 PM

"It was not considered normal by the kids themselves even back then. As a kid, I saw it as boomers getting old and bitter and not being able to handle not being young themselves anymore, so they sleeved on the young/junior highers like they still were peers. It wasn't just Led Zeppelin. (I was first wave Gen X although there wasn't a name for it then.)

There was also a wave of young teen girls, that no matter what their socio-Econ background, who had decided that being tough, drug-addled trash was a form of freedom to get away from their parents. The differences between parent and child then were really severe back then."

by Anonymous reply 66 January 13, 2016 4:07 PM

"And that post had so many errors I wish I could delete it! Well, maybe you can get the gist anyway. Anyway, Sable came from my neighborhood, though maybe 10-15 years ahead of me. Not considered normal."

by Anonymous reply 67 January 13, 2016 4:11 PM

"Joan Didion was writing about the hippy scene with a sharp eye in the sixties and seventies, she saw that huge numbers of the young hippy girls were teen runaways, fleeing incest and other types of abuse. Running away was a major thing back then.

So on the West Coast there were thousands of runaway girls, no money, no home, no parents who gave a shit about them. Men arrived in SF in 67, 68 with the specific intent to drug them and have sex with them , or rape them, it's in Slouching Towards Bethlehem and her article on the Manson Family. This scene is what was dressed up as 'Free Love'.

The Runaways stories that were covered last year showed the reality of how girls were treated in rock back then. Unless you were a Joni Mitchell* or a Emmylou Harris, smart and self-protecting, you were treated like shit."

by Anonymous reply 105 January 14, 2016 4:15 PM

"Well-adjusted young women generally speaking wouldn't tend to hang around rock musicians hoping they'll be picked to give them a blow job, but an emotionally disturbed teenager would probably feel like she hit the jackpot."

by Anonymous reply 110 January 14, 2016 4:34 PM

"I knew girls in HS in the eighties who went after older guys - the most extreme I recall was a 15 year old girl sleeping with the driver of the school bus, he must have been in his thirties. But all the girls who did that came from broken homes or they never knew their dad. One girl's dad had died in a plane crash when she was really young and she was dating a 25 year old creep when she was 14 or 15. The girls from stable homes crushed on pop stars and wanted to date the boys in their year or the boy next door. They didn't want to start fucking till 17, 18."

by Anonymous reply 129 January 14, 2016 8:47 PM

"Underage boys and girls aren't physically or emotionally ready for sex on adult terms, which is why there are statutory rape laws. I understand how musicians on tour get a taste for fucking their little fans, since that's what's available to them for free. Also because any adult woman with sense would look for better options than clap-ridden** druggie monomaniacs with a recording contract."

by Anonymous reply 137 January 14, 2016 9:50 PM

"Still a lot of ignorance here. The defenders of these disgusting celeb adult rockers are idiots. Lori Maddox says in 1 of her interviews that Jimmy Page basically "kidnapped" (she uses that word) her the first time they met. She initially turned him down but he had his people physically put her into the car/limo. She said he said to her "I told you you were going to be with me". She only "fell in love" with him after their first night together. She was 15. They were together for a while and he even asked her mother for permission because he was worried about getting in trouble with the law. Lori said he "broke her heart" 1 night when she walked into their hotel room and he was in bed with Bebe Buell (the groupie who gave birth to Liv Tyler). Clearly to Lori, it wasn't just "casual sex" with Jimmy Page. She thought they were an exclusive couple. That shows that she wasn't emotionally mature enough for the situation she was in.

How can anyone argue that underage teens back then were so mature? That's complete bullshit. The fact of the matter is that these adult male celebs liked the idea of being in control and being worshiped. Teens like Lori gave them what they craved and had no idea that they were just used as sex objects. It's also very clear looking at her pics from back then that she was clearly underage. She certainly didn't look anywhere near 18

The way Lori continues to glorify her experiences from back then is really sad and embarrassing.***

BTW for the poster who asked, Lori said in an interview that she 'has a job in fashion' whatever that means."

by Anonymous reply 142 January 14, 2016 10:17 PM

"'Lori said in an interview that she 'has a job in fashion' whatever that means.'

It means she worked in a vintage clothing store on Melrose"

by Anonymous reply 147 January 14, 2016 11:23 PM

"R138, I've always thought it was interesting that there were never any famous or accomplished women linked to any of the Zep guys in their heyday, unlike the Stones or even the Beatles. It was all young groupies and bottomfeeder types. Easier to control, and to leave, I guess.

Pamela Des Barres and Bebe Buell have both expressed distaste for the baby groupie phenomenon, with Pamela intimating that a number of them, including Lori, were out there trying to snag a rock star at the behest of 'older women' - in Lori's case, her mom. In other words, they were essentially being pimped out."

by Anonymous reply 155 January 15, 2016 7:49 AM

"'unlike the Stones'

Mick and Keith are the only ones who chose women with some intellect : Faithful, Pallenberg, Bianca.

Bill dated a 13 year old Mandy Smith. Smith herself confirmed publicly that she was 14 when they first had sex, and her older sister had called for him to be prosecuted.

He married her when she was 18. He was 49." Offsite Link http://ultimateclassicrock.com/files/2014/06/WeddingFull.jpg

by Anonymous reply 158 January 15, 2016 9:41 AM

"Wow, that article says Mandy's 51 year old mother had a relationship with Wyman's son who was 24 at the time. It didn't say when the relationship started but it lasted until 1994. And Mandy has been celibate since 2002. I guess you could say that relationship affected her greatly. Sad."

by Anonymous reply 160 January 15, 2016 10:39 AM

To those of you unfamiliar with Datalounge, it's predominantly a gay forum, though there are lesbians and straight people who post on there as well. The words cunt and whore are used liberally on the site, for both men and women. I'm not condoning it. I'm just giving a heads up to anyone reading this who decides to visit the site. There's also a troll comment in the above thread about Jimmy and an alleged "cover up." Just ignore it.

https://www.mumsnet.com/talk/am_i_being_unreasonable/4148077-To-have-just-discovered-Led-Zeppelin-and?page=12

OhWhyNot · 01/02/2021 10:24

"It was certainly acceptable to sexualise 15 year olds for many

But it wasn’t acceptable for adults to be having sex with 13 years olds like Bowie and Page did they certainly were not sharing this as public knowledge it was then and is now rape and not acceptable

David Bowie and Robert Page are no different to Bill Wyman just considered cooler all are rapists of underage girls (along with a number of others)"

KathleenTurnerOverdrive · 01/02/2021 11:11

"'Teenage girls threw themselves at those guys, they’d have run a mile from someone fitting your description.'

And yet again, they were children who could not give consent and were sexually abused by an adult. 13 year olds were not considered fair game morally or legally not now not in 1971."

OhWhyNot · 01/02/2021 11:31

"It wouldn’t have been acceptable for any men above 20 in my family to be having a sexual relationship with a child under 16 In the 60’s 70’s or 80’s

We all knew girls with older boyfriends mostly it was kept quiet but disapproved of in gossip

To sexualise underage teenagers is one thing (thankfully less acceptable) it’s not the same as actually having a sexual relationship with them which is actually rape. It may not have been viewed as rape but the majority would have seen it as being inappropriate (though many would have still blamed the girls for tempting the weak men)

My friends were throwing themselves at Bros, young girls will be following whoever is famous now dreaming that they will be their girlfriends and that they will fall in love with them it’s always happened always will but what excuse is that for a man to take advantage and abuse or rape a child

Is it just a coincidence that these girls didn’t have protective families around them, just like the girls in my school that were targeted by predatory teachers no of course not they pick their victims"

https://www.mumsnet.com/talk/_chat/4870401-teenage-girls-dating-older-guys-is-this-now-less-of-an-issue-than-in-the-90s

TonTonMacoute · 12/08/2023 16:38

"I guess I’m older than many of you but I don’t think there has ever been a time when most people would have thought this was acceptable. I would certainly have thought there was something very wrong about a 30 year old guy dating a teenager.

If any of you are old enough to remember Bill Wyman marrying 17 year old Mandy Smith you will know there was widespread concern.

Unfortunately teenage girls are not always open to wise words and advice from concerned adults!"

brassbuttons · 12/08/2023 16:44

"@TonTonMacoute Yes I remember the Mandy Smith Bill Wyman thing and I did think she was crazy as Wyman was a old man! I also used to read loads of rock biographies from the 60s and 70s and read about all the groupies bands like Led Zeppelin had who were often underage and I thought these girls were very cool and wished I could have been living in LA to meet these bands, I used to be like Oh I'm so sad that I'm too young for Jimmy Page to fall in love with me when I was probably the perfect age for that creep! I think I read recently that some of those groupies from the 70s had only just recently in the wake of me too started to reassess their relationships with these older musicians."

MrsBennetsPoorNerves · 12/08/2023 16:46

TonTonMacoute · 12/08/2023 16:38

"I agree! I think it was more common back in the day, but I don't think it was ever widely viewed as "acceptable", even back then!"

CrazyArmadilloLady · 12/08/2023 22:02

"I also think the kids who are doing the so-called ‘cool’ / grown-up things, assume everyone thinks like them. E.g. they think everyone thinks being picked up by an older guy in a car has ‘kudos’.

But not everyone does think that carries any sort of cachet.

That sort of thing can be viewed by others through a range of emotions, from yes, envy, through to pity or bemused amusement.

As mentioned above, lots of young girls / women fully recognise from the outset that men who target much younger partners are a bit (to put it kindly) lacking."

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I discussed this with a woman in my family, who is only one year younger than Robert Plant. She denied that adults having sex with young teens was generally acceptable in the 60s and 70s. She said, "People treat certain things as being normal back then, but they weren't. There are so many myths about the 60s and 70s. People talk about us like we all had long hair, we were all hippies and took LSD. We did get married at a younger age back then." (She got married at 19 to another 19-year-old.) In a scathing tone, she added, "You didn't hear about these activities (adults sleeping with young teens)."

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Martin Amis was an English author who was of the same generation as the (former) members of Led Zeppelin (born in 1949). In 1979, he interviewed Roman Polanski. Amis rightly condemned Polanski's mindset and behavior regarding adolescent girls at the time.

https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog_posts/2722570-martin-amis-interviews-roman-polanski

"Looking 16, of course, does not entitle you to go to bed with adolescents. Despite what Polanski says – contra Polanski – not everyone wants to fuck young girls. One cannot hide behind a false universality: one cannot seek safety in numbers. Most people who do want to fuck young girls, moreover, don't fuck young girls. Not fucking apparently willing young girls is clearly more of a challenge. But even Humbert Humbert realised that young girls don't really know whether they are willing or not. The active paedophile is stealing childhoods. Polanski, you sense, has never even tried to understand this."

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Jimmy seems to receive nearly all of the criticism for having relations with underage girls in the past, but this was applicable to all of the members of Led Zeppelin.

The following quotation is from the Led Zeppelin Oral History book by Barney Hoskyns, p. 230:

"I'd be on the road with Hawkwind or whoever, writing for the NME, and Zeppelin would be there. And the whole place would be full of the stinkiest fucking groupies. There was something very unclean about the whole deal. Rod and the faces sort of kicked it off, but it went to some kind of zenith with Zeppelin. Moon actually blew up hotel rooms, but with Zeppelin it just seemed to be running in semen and beer and unpleasantness and old Tampaxes. They were number one on the groupie target roster, and Rodney Bingenheimer would be pandering to them as they sat in the back of his cupboard-sized discotheque getting their dicks sucked by thirteen-year-olds under the table."

-Mick Farren (singer with the Deviants and writer for New Musical Express)

That's an eyewitness account of the four members of Led Zeppelin engaging in sexual activity with underage girls, girls as young as 13. Oral sex is sex. There also should be no doubt that all four members of Zeppelin had other types of sex with underage girls as well.

This is a comment that was posted under this article: https://www.theguardian.com/music/2012/sep/06/stairway-to-heaven-led-zeppelin

"Sorry folks, I grew up in the L.A. area, and was 12-13 when Rodney's opened up, and there were more than one 12-13-14 year girl hooking up with Led Zepp, or other musicians in Rodneys,the Rainbow,etc. To be fair, these girls wore a ton more makeup, and could pass for 20-25 easy. Some felt it was no big deal to have sex with guys 10 years older then them,some wanted to get into Rock Scene magazine,or the other rock magazines that ran features on groupies,just like girls want to be on reality tv.One of my classmates even got a screen test for a film out of hanging out/putting out in the Hyatt House. My parents never would have let me go there, that's for sure. As for the music, I still preferred Hendrix…"

Note that Rodney's English Disco was in business from October 1972 to December 1975, when the youngest members of Zeppelin were in their mid to late 20s.

Robert Plant is supposedly Sable Starr's favorite of the musicians she's been with, though I can't find a direct quote of her stating this:

"During her prime, she had associated herself with some of the biggest musicians in the industry. Claiming to have had encounters with the likes of Alice Cooper, Jeff Beck, Marc Bolan, Mick Jagger, and Jimmy Page. But it was Led Zeppelin’s frontman Robert Plant who was apparently her favorite."

Sable was probably around 15 when she had sex with him.

https://www.datalounge.com/thread/31975351-warren-beatty-j-accuse!

"Morgana Welch, a common looking blond who was part of the 'baby groupie' LA scene, also fucked Led Zeppelin and other rockers. Morgana said she regrets not being wilder and fucking more famous men. What a claim to fame. Is that an actual ambition?

There are photos of Morgana fucking Brit rocker Roy Harper included in his book, you don't see her face, but she has verified it was her." by Anonymous reply 372 February 14, 2023 10:19 PM

Morgana's stories of having sex with Robert Plant and John Paul Jones have been shared on here.

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I've seen posters on here treat the fact that Robert had sex with young teen girls or "banged anything he could get his hands on - regardless of age" in the early years of Zep as no big deal because he was in his early 20s. That doesn't excuse it and it still would've been considered inappropriate in the 60s and 70s, as Mumsnet poster OhWhyNot pointed out in one of her comments quoted above. Men that age (21+) being with girls that young (12-15) wasn't generally seen as okay, even back then.

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People have shared that Jimmy continued to pursue & have sex with underage girls well past the 70s.

https://www.datalounge.com/thread/16752239-my-aunt-fucked-eric-clapton-in-the-70s-and-other-stories-and-gossip

"Oh and this is actually tea from me for once. Jimmy Page is a pedophile (shocking!). Up until the late 90s he still had a posse of underage (think 13-16) year old girls hanging around him. People try to play off his 70s creepiness (baby groupies, Lori Mattix etc.) with it being normal but my mom was pretty adamant that any sensible person looked at a 30 y.o. and a 14 y.o. having a relationship with disgust. Their sycophants and hanger-ons, all the people who were in these tools private circles, put them up on a pedestal."

by Anonymous reply 54 April 13, 2016 10:07 PM

"No surprise about Page. I think that's pretty well-known. - maybe it isn't here."

by Anonymous reply 57 April 13, 2016 10:36 PM

"R57 I know it's well known on here at least but quite a few people on here think Page's involvement with young girls stopped when the 70s ended or when his daughter reached her preteens. Not true." by Anonymous reply 65 April 13, 2016 11:11 PM

https://forums.stevehoffman.tv/threads/page-plant-90s-reunion.1165682/page-9

"I thought the '95 tour was overwrought and Jimmy appeared to be in rough shape, being propped up by two other the guitarists. They also had the Egyptian players and a string section. A friend of mine's sister played violin in the latter and described Page as being drunk, a lot, and trying to pick up underage girls in the hotel bars where they stayed. They apparently thought he was 'gross' and were usually there to keep company with the younger openers.

Three years later they came back with the "'Clarksdale" tour. Four players plus Plant, a bright eyed brilliant Page played the only guitar. I was fortunate enough to have very close seats and I watched him play things with his two hands (and a foot pedal) that I swore had to be the result of studio trickery on the record. It was amazing and changed my opinion of the guy ever after. While the Page I witnessed had obviously cleaned up is act I heard he slipped later in the tour. Nonetheless it was great. They were almost Led Zep and played Zep songs that Led Zeppelin never played."

-rrbbkk, Jan 25, 2023 #203

It doesn't seem like Robert ceased his sexual activities with underage girls after the 70s ended, either.

https://tenyearsgone.blog/2024/03/02/spin-09-1993-last-of-the-red-hot-rock-stars/

"(Robert) shared a wad of chewing gum with a 22-year-old, en route to a modeling job in Zurich, who claims to have known assorted members of the entourage more or less intimately since the age of 14 (and who, in the Interests of all involved, will hereby be referred to as Ms. Colorado);"

A 22-year-old in 1993 would've been 14 in 1985, and Robert was on tour that year. Since Robert was the only star in the band he was touring with then and the two were comfortable sharing a piece of gum together, I think we can safely assume Robert was one of the members of the entourage she was intimate with when she was 14. I don't believe for a second that the end of the 1970s was the end of Robert having sex with underage girls.

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Another take/defense on this adults having sex with minors topic I've read on here is that it's not an issue because "teens/17-year-olds have sex, and they loved the person they were with." Of course there are teens 17 and younger who have sex. When it's with people their own age, it's fine. It's not fine for minors to be having sex with adults. Adults having sex with 16 or 17-year-olds may be legal in countries such as England, but just because something is legal doesn't make it right. The comment below from a Brit acknowledges this:

https://www.mumsnet.com/talk/feminism/4403955-Grooming-by-Famous-Men

MistandMud · 17/11/2021 13:22

"More than half of those relationships (all those with girls 16 and up) would be legal in the UK, though grim as fuck because of the power imbalance."

There has been a debate over raising the age of consent in England for this very reason:

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-66872467 "There's a reasonable argument [that] individuals between the ages of 16 and 18 can have relations with people within that same age bracket," she told BBC Women's Hour. "You're allowed to make mistakes as a teenager, they should be with other people your own age."

People who were taken advantage of by adults when they were minors can remain very attached to said adults, and are sometimes never able to get over them. They may even remain in a relationship with them/marry & have a family with them. However, that doesn't justify it.

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Obviously, matters such as statutory rape and grooming are taken more seriously now than they were in the 70s. The consequences are more severe. There's appropriately more recognition that underage girls in such cases are victims, not seducers, "fast," girls who "got what they wanted," or "knew what they were doing."

That said, adults having sex with young teens was still not accepted by society at large in the 60s or 70s. When Jimmy says things like this in interviews, he's just trying to cover himself:

"Now that his friend and fellow rock star Roy Harper has been accused of historic sex offences against one young woman (he has pleaded not guilty), and police are putting the spotlight on the behaviour of Seventies entertainers, is Page worried?

‘With due respect, I don’t want to comment on it,’ he says. ‘It was a lifestyle in the Seventies. There’s a lot of water under the bridge for everyone who survived that era. End of story.’"

I do believe (perhaps naively) that all of the surviving members of LZ have modified their behavior for the better and are different people now. It's also quite possible they (Hopefully!) feel genuine remorse for many of the things they did in their past. Robert himself has admitted he has "a very hefty book of maudlin apologies and guilt," and "frailties you know you're carrying with you quietly." I'm not posting to rally for these guys to be 'canceled,' nor to scold anyone for being Zep fans.

However, it's untrue that adult men having sexual encounters with underage girls was just par for the course during the 70s. It was mostly seen as unacceptable and inappropriate back then. Therefore, that the LZ band members (and other entertainers) were having sex with and dating young teens was bad, even by the standards of the 60s and 70s.

As for the topic of judging those from the past by today's standards, I'm with Charlotte Riley on this one, "It is completely appropriate to critique those figures from the past whose morals fall short of our own values, as well as celebrating those who questioned, critiqued or resisted the systems and beliefs of their time."

*As an aside, Joni Mitchell is racist, anti-feminist (Jian Ghomeshi & '73 Marom interviews) & not that smart.

https://madamenoire.com/510752/joni-mitchell-need-stop-calling-white-people-disturbing-things-eccentric/

**Robert admitted in a 1988 interview with Melody Maker that, "I had the clap so many times years ago that I was almost immune to penicillin, and in music, subsequently, I’d ‘oooohed’ and ‘babyed’ so many times I couldn’t do it any more." He's made similar remarks over the years about needing penicillin and being immune to it.

***Lori no longer glorifies her groupie days:

https://www.thedailybeast.com/led-zeppelins-controversial-legacy-thievery-underage-groupies-and-the-mud-shark-incident

"Alongside stories involving Mick Jagger and Rod Stewart, Mattix would reveal that David Bowie slept with her when she was 14, and after Jimmy Page saw her at a show, he had his bodyguard “kidnap” her. She told The Guardian last year that #MeToo led to her reconsidering how she’d viewed her time with Page and other rock stars in the 1970s.

'I don’t think underage girls should sleep with guys. I wouldn’t want this for anybody’s daughter. My perspective is changing as I get older and more cynical.'"

https://www.datalounge.com/thread/31975351-warren-beatty-j-accuse!

"Lori's mom spoke to Jimmy Page, she assured him it was OK to 'date' her underage daughter. Page, at 30, sure knew what he was doing was wrong and that he could have served jail time. Because of that, Lori was never seen with him other than in photos where they posed at parties. They never left a hotel together, were never shown on a plane together etc. Lori was hidden from view. Lori was always escorted by someone else in his entourage, such as one of Page's female publicists.

Years later, Lori admitted they had little to talk about. You think? Also, years later, when Page reconnected with Lori, he told her, 'We were babies back then.' Lori said, 'Well, one of us was!' Seems Lori has sure changed her tune, she now says it's not a good idea for young teen females to fuck much older men." by Anonymous reply 370 February 14, 2023 5:56 PM

[poorlittlegreenie13]

Greenie's Masterlist — Come & join the party <3

About Me:

Hi! My name is Greenie, which is a reference from David Bowie's song The Jean Genie which has the lyric "Poor little Greenie" in it.

I'm a 20-something lesbian virgo, triple earth sign, eternal-student, Donna Tartt enthusiast, 90's alt rock enthusiast, record-collector, & fic writer <3.

This blog doesn't have a specific theme... I go wherever the muses take me. Below you'll find links to & descriptions of all of my fics sorted by fandom.

Link to my AO3

Stories:

The Bear:

Rules For (fake) Dating an Italian 🇮🇹 - Sydney/Carmy. Complete, WC: 100K.

WANTED: Female, aged 20-30, to be my date for Christmas eve dinner with my Italian family. Must be willing to eat my mom’s cooking. No physical intimacy required. No strings attached—I will drive you home after. 4pm-10pm, 12/24. Salary negotiable. Call Carmen: (773) 555-0901.

OR: The one in which Sydney just needs a job, and Carmy will die before he proves Richie right.

Yellowjackets:

Wretched Things 🔥 - Jackie/Shauna, Taissa/Van, Lottie/Natalie. Complete, WC: 260K

It’s been five years since Shauna Sadecki volunteered for Jackie Taylor at the Reaping and won the 45th Hunger Games. Now, at the second annual Quarter Quell, everyone who has been previously Reaped is eligible to be thrown back into the arena. That includes former best friends Lottie and Natalie, and former lovers Van and Taissa.

(aka, me offering up another Yellowjackets Hunger Games AU)

The Killing of a Sacred Doe 🦌 - Lottie/Natalie, Jackie/Shauna, (minor Tai/Van, minor Natalie/Shauna). In progress.

|| Inspired by The Secret History by Donna Tartt || (but can be read without having read TSH)

By every metric that matters, Natalie Scatorccio should not have been admitted to Wiskayok Conservatory for The Arts. She didn’t have the test scores, or the tuition money, or any particular talent or ambition that might have made her a promising asset for a conservatory to acquire. She did have a drinking problem, a dead father, and no other option. So sure, why not art school? It was better than rehab. Or jail. 

let the light in 🖤 - Van/Taissa. Complete, WC: 5k.

“Take me home, please, Van.”

Taissa’s words are soft. Not a question, just a destination. They have always been heading here.

(Post finale getting-back-together fic)

Six of Crows / Shadow & Bone:

angelum mortis amo 🪽 - Jesper/Wylan. Complete, WC: 45k.

Jesper and Wylan are both hitmen from rival gangs. Wylan tries to kill Jesper. It goes about as well as you might expect.

(Featuring crazy-in-love Wylan Van Eck, flirting-at-gunpoint Jesper Fahey, and mob boss Kaz Brekker).

Show Me Yours 🐦‍⬛ - Jesper/Wylan. Complete, WC: 20k.

Wylan's past abuse hovers over him like a shadow. Jesper's gambling addiction binds him like a chain. But as they grow closer, it turns out secrets can melt like ice in the right kind of warmth.

(A character study of TV show-Wylan & Jesper & the way their backstories could factor into the progression of their relationship).

Stranger Things:

Star Star ✨ - Steve/Eddie (minor Chrissy/Robin). Complete, WC: 93K.

Rock band AU in which Robin, Eddie, Jonathan, Nancy, and Chrissy play in a band, and Steve has no choice but to hang out with the most annoying frontman in the world, Eddie Munson. Things escalate when they're forced to pretend they're in a relationship.

Modern AU, fake-dating (kind of).

I Buried a Hatchet (it's coming up lavender) 🪓 - Robin/Nancy (minor Steve/Eddie). Complete, WC: 60K.

Vecna nearly killed Robin before Nancy could take him out for good. Luckily, Robin's too stubborn to die, and Nancy's too stubborn to let her. Nursing her back to health, Nancy soon begins to question the feelings that almost losing Robin awoke in her.

In which Nancy has to do everything herself, compulsory heterosexuality is a bitch, and Robin Buckley is more charming than she thinks she is.

Harry Potter / Marauders:

Burn, Pine, Perish 🎶 - James/Regulus (minor Sirius/Remus). Complete, WC: 33k.

Sirius' family has magically forbidden him from dating anyone until Regulus finds a suitable pureblood partner. The problem is, Sirius is in love with a certain werwolf, and Regulus' romantic inclinations remain a mystery.

James, a pureblood, is nothing if not eager to help a friend.

AKA - A '10 Things I Hate About You' AU in which James attempts to woo Regulus so Sirius can have a chance with Remus.

Lonely Bones 🦴 - Draco/Hermione. Incomplete, on indefinite hiatus, I'm sorry, please stop asking me when I'm going to finish it, your guess is as good as mine, final answers is... sometime, probably, maybe?

Hermione Granger can't sleep. Draco Malfoy can't walk. The war is over, but it feels like it isn't. Neither of them are happy, but maybe the times together are better than the times apart. 

Draco is cursed in the battle of Hogwarts with unhealable bone fractures. Hermione is in desperate need of money to bring her parents back from Australia, and when Narcissa offers her a job attempting to cure Draco, she has no choice but to take it.

A League of Their Own:

It's Rotten Work 💐 - Jess/Lupe. Complete. WC: 10K.

Nobody's ever taken care of Jess McCready.

Not until she met Lupe García, anyway.

(In which Jess is oblivious, Lupe is romantic, and both of them are a little bit confused.)

Devour What's Truly Yours 🏴‍☠️ written in collaboration with the lovely @somebodytoundress - Jess/Lupe. Complete, WC: 37K.

Lupe Garcia had planned to go down with her pirate ship when it was raided by Spanish soldiers one dreadful night. Bleeding out on the deck, she accepted her fate—until an infamous ghostly captain with no name and a haunting face rescued her from the burning ship and nursed her back to health. With no ship, no crew, and no fortune, the solution is clear for Lupe. She‘s going to kill this captain and take over her crew so she may return to ruling the seas. And she’s definitely not going to fall in love with her.

Simply Elegant 🚬 - Jess/Lupe. Complete, WC: 7K.

Lupe is the most popular jock in school.

Jess is a burnout weed dealer.

Lupe goes to Jess to buy weed for a party, and things progress from there.

Bein' Good Isn't Always Easy ⛪️ - Jess/Lupe. Complete. WC: 32K.

The hottest part of summer, working in a guitar shop in the heart of Texas, Jess has the worst sunburn of her life. And she has the hots for the preacher’s daughter. She’s not sure which is worse.

Sing Me to Sleep 🌃 - Jess/Lupe. Complete. WC: 5K.

Lupe's past comes back to haunt her on the anniversary of an important date.

Jess tries to understand. They fall a bit deeper in love.

Slice of life.

Keep Your Electric Eye on Me, Babe ⚡️- Jess/Lupe. Complete. WC: 4K.

Five times Jess caught Lupe's eye when she shouldn't have + one time Lupe did something about it.

Fever With Thy Flaming Youth 🌡️ - Jess/Lupe. Complete. WC: 2.5K.

Estí gets the flu. Jess & Lupe take care of her.

FAQs

Can I translate your fic?

Please ask first! We can discuss details.

Can I bind/print your fic?

As long as it's legal and no one is profiting off of it, go wild, send pictures when you're done!

Why haven't you updated (insert fic)?

Either I lost interest in it for some reason, or I got really excited about something else & intend to return to it, or I have something personal going on & can't write as much. Sorry!

Can I make fan art of your fic?

PLEASE make fan art of my fic. Please send it to me when you're done so I can share it!!!!

[raysanthology]

Bowie Dove

Gonna start this off by posting a fan favorite for the first OC introduction - my beloved Bowie Dove most commonly known as Bobo. She actually started off as a random sim (hence Bobo, it was literally the first thing that popped into my head in that moment) that I created to fuck around with custom content/mods in my game. But I got so emotionally attached to her and ended up giving her substantial lore and such.

Bobo's just a girl from the Midwest with a drug addiction problem. Her and her brother's (Beau) parents were also addicts, so their grandparents uproot them from their toxic household to try and give them a better life. Their parents being in and out of jail, there was nobody to really take care of Bobo and Beau. Around their late teen/early adulthood years, their grandparents pass away, leaving the house to their grandchildren. Beau and Bobo, along with their friend Peaches, have always been the sort of odd ones out with their poor finances and upbringing. Beau turns to selling drugs from a semi-young age to help bring in finances for their grandparents; the 'friends' Beau has around him also just aren't the best people. As Beau gets older, he just sort of hops from job to job to make money (as well as Bobo) but evidently, getting out of selling drugs isn't easy, and makes a hell of a lot more than minimum wage.

Bobo's morbid curiosity and just bad circumstances overall give her that push to get into drugs. Initially, it's just things like cigarettes and weed, but eventually she starts to turn to harder drugs as a way to cope and interact with others. Peaches starts to get into these things as well. Bobo also starts sleeping around with people more often. In general, her life goes fairly downhill and she starts making a lot of bad decisions.

In short, eventually Beau goes to jail for selling drugs. Getting into this sort of trouble gives him a sort of wake up call, as well as he starts to notice how bad Bobo is getting. Because of their alternate sides of the issue, this causes a bit of a rift/struggle between the two for a while. At some point, Bobo becomes pregnant, and this is when she really realizes how fucked she is and that she needs to clean her life up for good this time.

The timeline of events isn't super clear and things still need to be fledged out, but eventually Beau and Bobo work on repairing their relationship, Peaches and Bobo prepare to help raise Bobo's kid together, and some other friends (who will later be introduced) make their way into the Dove siblings' lives.

Bobo and Peaches have been friends since childhood, in which their friendship eventually blossoms into a committed romance. Not before struggling through their many hardships first.

But that's about it for Bobo lore - I will link her Spotify playlist and Pinterest board and add in some pictures of her I've drawn. Feel free to ask questions or anything!

And on all future posts, I will tag the OCs that that post relates to, so that it will be easier to find information about them :)

[annabtg]

I can't help but think the Bowie (and Queen) obsession goes hand in hand with people headcanoning Sirius a similar way - thin, androgynous, provocative. They're definitely not my first preference for Sirius.

I agree wholeheartedly with the 70s rock vibes you suggest! They fit perfectly with the image of Sirius I have in my head.

In general, I hc Sirius into the more classic rock/heavy metal bands as @fiendishfyre mentioned (Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, Deep Purple/Judas Priest, Black Sabbath). I don't really see him as the jazz type but that's probably because I see jazz as the type of music James's parents would listen to - Muggle, intriguing, but older. I can see him doing the "into complicated stuff" with guitar and having strong opinions on guitarists.

Also, if Sirius hadn't spent the 80s in jail, he would so get into 80s metal. He'd love Iron Maiden. Hair metal is a more pop version of that, so I can see him finding it "not bad" but being more drawn to their harder counterparts.

I know people believe that pre-Azkaban, 1979-1981 Sirius would be very Bowie obsessed, but I like to think that his Muggle musical taste (if he had any interest) would be something like a type of jazz that’s too complicated for regular people to get into, OR 70s rock that evokes the American Southwest. (Also, since the wix community seems to be a few years behind the Muggle community culturally, I think it would make sense if Sirius weren’t necessarily ‘up to date’ on popular music—ESPECIALLY since he’s busy fighting in a vigilante group against Voldemort.)

Like I have a hc that he really wanted to ride through the desert with his cool leather jacket, cruising from town to town, no one telling him what to do, etc. I just feel like American Muggle Motorcyclist Harley Davidson Diesel-Smell Guy is SO antithetical to pureblood magical Britain.

Anyway, I like to think Allman Brothers’ “Midnight Rider,” The Hollies (a British band!) “Long Cool Woman,” or anything Creedence Clearwater are right up his alley.

[angelscapeism]

Bowie Madison : Information

Bowie ‘Beauregard’ Madison is a 17 year old student at BullWorth Academy. They do not belong to a clique, but they are on the swim team. They are in the 11th grade. They usually make above average grades.

Chemistry: B

Shop: C

Geography: A

Gym: B

Music: A

Art: B

Photography: B

Math: D

English: A

Biology: C

He was born on December 10th, making him a Sagittarius. He stands at 5’10, 140 pounds. He also goes by any pronouns.

Life Before Bullworth

Bowie is the child of two men. They had him through a surrogate, which happened to be one of the men’s sister, so they would be biologically related.

Bowie was born in Texas and lived there for the majority of his life.

Growing up, Bowie was usually considered the ‘runt’ of his school. Short, thin, and sickly pale. This also attracted bullies, however he was to small to defend himself even if he tried.

One of those bullies being none other than Derby Harrington. He had been in Texas for a year or two since his father had business down south. He found Bowie the perfect prey.

When 6th grade came along, his life turned upside down. After being pushed in the hallways, falling onto the ground as his papers flew everywhere, he was assisted by a certain brunette.

A boy by the name of Gary Smith helped him gather his things. Gary was taller than him by a good bit. He was nice as well, he didn’t see Bowie in any negative way like most people did.

It was the start of a long friendship.

Gary also taught Bowie to stand up for himself. It didn’t completely stop the bullying, but it definitely helped. Bowie was very thankful.

By the time they reached 8th grade, they began to date. Everything was going great, they were perfect for eachother. But it wouldn’t stay that way forever.

In the middle of their 9th grade year, Gary changed. He started getting…mean. He was rude and irritable. Bowie didn’t like it.

One long conversation turned argument later, it was over. Bowie had found out that Gary was on medication and had quit taken it. Apparently his home life wasn’t great either. Of course, Bowie was sympathetic but that was nor an excuse to treat people badly.

When Gary refused to get back on his medication, Bowie broke it off. With Gary being off his meds, it wasn’t healthy for him, mentally of physically. Bowie had actually picked up cigarettes and marijuana to ease his stress. Two addictions that would last for years.

In the middle of 10th grade, Gary was still off of his medication. He ended up trying to pull a ‘prank’ that ended up with three kids in the hospital. Gary was then sent away.

At first, no one knew where he was until it was found out that he had been sent out to Connecticut, so some place called ‘Happy Volts Asylum’.

After being discharged, he attended Bullworth.

Bowie wouldn’t be long after him to go to Bullworth.

After a drug deal gone wrong, Bowie ended up in the hospital with a bullet in his leg. Thankfully, he was brought to the hospital in time, otherwise, they might’ve had to amputate.

As Bowie healed from the removal of the bullet, two police officers showed up to his home.

They were given a choice. Go to jail for the drug charges or go to Bullworth to hopefully ‘reform’ him. Of course, they chose to transfer to Bullworth.

One of the first people Bowie encountered other than Miss Danvers and Dr.Crabblesnitch was Gary.

Gary was shocked, to say the least. Bowie must’ve had a growth spurt while he was gone. Bowie now towered over him at 5’10 while Gary stayed at 5’6.

His hair was longer and dyed, his brown roots peaking through. He was a bit more tan with purple eye bags under the deep blue seas that sat inside of his eyes.

It took a long time for Bowie to agree to speaking with Gary. For his first month, Bowie ignored Gary completely. It wasn’t until a note was slipped into his locker, a threat sneaking in at the end, that he spoke to Gary.

It also wasn’t long before Bowie saw Derby once again. Bowie recognized him, but Derby didn’t recognize him.

It wasn’t until the two of them were paired up for a chemistry project that Derby realized just who Bowie was.

It was immediately hostile. Derby was the same as always, condescending and mean.

But Bowie wasn’t how he used to be. He was no longer a small, shy kid.

Bowie put him in his place real fast. It ended in a fight, Bowie winning by a long shot. Bowie was used to fighting, and he street fought. He didn’t box like Derby.

There’s no rules to street fighting.

And thus, his life at Bullworth began.

He became friends with many people, including Johnny Vincent.

Soon, he even became friends with Derby and Gary. It took time, yes, but they squashed any beef they may have had.

[voldemorthatesnose96]

Could you write a fic or a drabble with established relationship Sobbe where Sander voluntarily admits himself back into the hospital but this time Robbe goes to visit him everyday and he and Sander spend time together doing things that make Sander happy and just a whole lot of supportive!Robbe?

Exactly on Thursday night, at 00.12 AM, right when Sander walked in into their room at the flat, he said, “I need to go back to the hospital”. Shocked would be an understatement that time, but before Robbe could said anything, Sander explained that it was just him and him only; no other reasons or someone involved with his decision. After a lot of tears, hug and few discussions later for three days straight, Sander is finally admitted to the place where he used to be treated years ago. And now, Robbe is standing right in front of the his boyfriend’s hospital room—taking a very deep breath, before entering. As usual, he’s bringing new clothes, lunch box, snacks and a new sketchbook. Four days turning into thirteen, thirteen turning into twenty five, and twenty five is turning into thirty seven days. Time flies so fast and there isn’t a single day where Robbe not visiting Sander and being with him until the visiting hour is done.

“Hi, Mr Driesen.”

The first time Robbe visited the day after his boyfriend had admitted himself, Robbe had imposed his personality upon the room already. Some random sketches were scattered all around the floor; both the finished and the unfinished one—when Robbe was asking there wasn’t a single sketch of himself or them both on the those papers, Sander ruffled his hair and said “do you think I would just let your handsome face got wasted on this cold hard concrete? They are all on my sketchbooks and files, dummy!”—then, his usual leather jacket on the bed just lying absentmindedly, a poster of Bowie on the wall in front of him and a frame of their holiday pic in Sweden few years ago on the desk beside his bed. Robbe remembered a stupid accident during that trip, but it was for another story.

Sander’s immediate reaction when he sees Robbe walking towards him is always the same; a radiant smile that could light up the whole room. His hair is brunette now and cut short. Although Robbe misses Sander’s platinum blond hair very much but seeing him with his natural hair color like this, is also pleasing. Sander leans in and kisses Robbe’s entire face first before the lips. For the past two weeks, he always does that and not giving a reason why—but Robbe doesn’t mind that at all.

“Did you bring my sketchbook?”

Instead of answering to his boyfriend’s question, Robbe gives him a playful grin instead and says, “sketchbook or McDonalds fries first?”

“Both!” Sander replies automatically.

Robbe shakes his head, “sometimes you really gotta choose. Now, choose or I won’t give them all to you.”

“You could be very infuriating, Robin.”

“I know. Same goes to you. So? Which one is it?”

Sander sighs. Though his hands are itchy to draw something, but the grumbling sound of his stomach matters more.

“Alright. The fries, then.”

Robbe lets an adorable giggle as he lets himself sitting on the bed. His boyfriend is looking at him while Robbe’s busy taking out the fries and ketchup from his backpack.

“What?”

Sander shakes his head while lifting one hand to caresses Robbe’s cheek. The thing he usually does when he’s just... feeling grateful whenever the love of his life still here—supporting him, caring for him, loving him as he is. No matter how he could be such a pain the ass sometimes. Last month was his 26th birthday and the fact that it was just them two celebrating, at their own flat, was one of the most wonderful moment that could ever happened in his life. There are so many things he wants to say, but even when he tries to speak, only one phrase is coming out from his mouth.

“Ik zie u graag.”

Robbe turns his head slightly until his lips touches Sander’s palm and kisses it, “I love you too. But can we eat now? I’m kinda hungry.”

“You’re ruining the mood, Mr IJzermans.” Sander laughs but not rejecting Robbe’s hand which offering him three pieces of the fries. He suddenly remembers that it’s been almost a year since Sander had McDonalds fries. It still tastes heavenly, though.

After that, they decide to play Monopoli and Uno. Sander is terrible at Uno while Robbe is absolutely horrible at Monopoli—somehow he always ends up either in jail or losing too much money due to rent and taxes. The most favorite thing they love to do is lying on the bed, while Sander is hugging Robbe and letting him plays with his hair until he’s falling asleep; but sometimes they’re switching roles for it. It’s nearly 6 PM, which means Robbe has to go before the nurse comes in and tells him to—which is just as sucks as he forcing himself to get himself up from bed and leaving his boyfriend all alone again.

“You’re doing great,” Robbe kisses Sander’s lips before saying goodbye. “And I’m incredibly proud of you. I don’t know when will you be coming home but it doesn’t matter, because I would still coming back here everyday. You know that, right?”

“I know.” Sander smiles. His green eyes always darkened everytime he’s feeling sad or guilty.

“What would you like me to bring tomorrow?”

Instead of answering, Sander gently pulls Robbe closer and holds him tight. He buries his face in Robbe’s neck and inhales the scents on his body and clothes. And whenever Robbe is holding himself tighter, his heart always soars. There’s one thing Sander has been keeping secret from his boyfriend for these last three days; today is actually his last day being here and tomorrow, it’s gonna be him to bring himself to Robbe. Of course Sander can’t tell him yet, so he says, between his usual smirks.

“I’ll let you know tomorrow morning, Robin.”

[there-must-be-a-lock]

Breakfast and Bus Rides

Criminal Minds/Supernatural crossover ft. Harry Styles

Word Count: ~3030

Warnings: Egregious amounts of fluff, one gratuitous kitten, and a couple stoned rockstars. Lots of discussion of coming out and some other LGBT-adjacent issues. 

A/N: A wild Plot appears! I was having some feels about coming out/honesty (hm wonder why, is a mystery) and foisted those feelings on JJ and Dean. 

Thanks to @stunudo​ for a pre-read, endless encouragement, and the kitten scene idea.

This is part of the Rockstar AU. It picks up right where Wake-Up Calls and Watermelon leaves off. 

Dean exchanges a glance with Sam, and they both hang back as the others start to gather in the kitchenette. Penelope keeps shooting wide-eyed, starstruck looks at Harry, and it’s making Dean nervous. 

“You okay with this?” Dean asks quietly. “You think she’ll keep her mouth shut?” 

Sam shrugs. “I can talk to her.” 

“And Schroeder? I mean, love the kid to death, but holy hell does he babble.” 

“Spencer’s known since the first night of tour.” 

“How?” 

Sam chuckles. “Kinda a funny story… tell you later. I honestly think he might’ve forgotten, though.” 

“What about the rest of ‘em?” Dean asks. “I mean, I like ‘em well enough, but…”

“I want to tell them,” Sam says, without hesitating. “I’m just gonna bite the bullet and invite them all over for breakfast.” 

Dean sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “You sure?” 

“I trust them.” 

“Okay. Just don’t want you to get hurt, Sammy.” 

“What a shock,” Sam deadpans. “Dean’s pulling the protective big brother card? Alert the press.”

Dean purses his lips and gives Sam a light punch on the arm. “Bitch.” 

“Don’t let Emily hear you saying that,” Sam chuckles. “Shoulda heard the lecture I got the other day about the way misogyny is perpetuated through language. Honestly, though. What do you really think is going to happen? It’s not like they’ve outed you and Cas, they’ve all been awesome about it.” 

“This is different, though,” Dean says, with a grimace. “I mean, like it or not, it’d be news. The gossip rags would pay serious fuckin’ money for a picture of the two of you.” 

“It’s not like we’re gonna walk around, like, fused at the mouth,” Sam laughs. “No PDA required. But… I want him to meet some of my friends. Y’know?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Stop worrying so much, Dean.” Sam’s expression is soft and fond, and he claps Dean on the shoulder before heading for the coffee maker and Harry. 

Harry wraps himself around Sam like a giant squid, if a giant squid wore Gucci, and Dean’s chest feels tight with anxiety. The two of them are looking at each other with these stupid googly-eyed dimpled smiles. It doesn’t even count as PDA, not really, except that Sam is so godawful at hiding his feelings that he might as well be wearing a neon sign. 

Then Harry starts feeding him a strawberry, and that definitely counts as PDA, if not public indecency. Gross. 

If someone did take a picture of them like this, with their sleepy-eyed smiles and interlaced fingers, it’d be worth thousands of dollars. That’s a hell of an incentive. Dean’s had people fuck him over for much less. 

Dean’s learned his lesson over the years. The only people you can really trust are your family. 

Cas emerges from their room, blinking blearily around at everyone before coming over to Dean and leaning in for a kiss. 

“Morning breath, fuck,” Dean grumbles, making a face, but he grabs Cas and pulls him in anyway. 

A cheer goes up around them, and Dean sees Jack coming out of his room, clothed now, but still blushing red and shamefaced. 

“What’d I miss?” Cas says, scowling, and Dean grins gleefully before launching into the story. 

* * *

“I guess I just don’t see why it’s such a big deal,” Spencer says, contemplating his hand of cards. “Aside from a very vocal minority, there’s widespread support for LGBT rights, statistically, and the music industry is more progressive than most. If you look at David Bowie, for example —” 

“I pass the turn,” Charlie interrupts, cutting him off before he can launch into full-on textbook mode. “It’s not really about that, though.” 

Charlie forgets about the conversation for a minute as he attacks her planeswalker. She used to own her local Friday Night Magic tournaments, and she’s more than a little pissed that this skinny fucker in a sweater vest has won three of their last four games. Spencer is sneaky. Charlie can respect that, but it’s infuriating. 

“Why, then?” 

“Hmm? Oh, that. It’s more to do with… privacy, I guess. That’s a hell of a lot of public attention for Sam. He doesn’t want people to sing Happy Birthday to him, you know?” 

“Doesn’t everybody hate being sung to?” Spencer asks pensively.

“Well, yeah. But Harry’s the sort of famous where people get totally invasive and weird about his personal life. Like, starting rumors, tabloid shit, and it extends to anyone he gets involved with.” 

“Really?” Spencer downs the last of his coffee. It’s his third cup, but he hasn’t touched the plate of pancakes that’s been going cold on the table.  

“Yeah. I don’t know if Sam realizes the full level of crazy at work, but Dean and I looked online, one night, after Harry brought it up. The shit people have said about his exes… about his friends, even. They’re vicious about it. Analyzing every facial expression in every picture, making up stories…” 

Spencer’s forehead creases in a frown. “I play Grasp of Darkness on your Primordial Hydra and swing with all my zombies.” 

“Motherfucker,” Charlie mutters. “Rematch?” 

Spencer’s staring intently down at the table, lost in thought, and he doesn’t seem to hear her for a second. She chucks one of her D-20s at his face and he starts when it bounces off his forehead. 

“Sorry.”

“Where’d you go?” 

He hesitates before mumbling, “I had a stalker.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah, she — Cat. I told her I didn’t want to sleep with her, and she didn’t like that very much.” He pauses, brow furrowed. “She learned everything about me, and I mean everything. Tried to manipulate me, tried to manipulate my friends…”

“Yikes. What happened?” 

“She went to jail for a little while. She showed up when she got out, one night in Boston—” Spencer brightens. “—but Derek tackled her and threw her into the Charles River.” 

“For real?” 

Spencer nods and smiles in a way that makes Charlie think she’s not getting the full story. “It was a weird night.” 

“So she hasn’t showed up since then?” 

“No. But… I just felt like I couldn’t hide anything, like every part of me, every shitty thing I’d ever done, was under a microscope. It was awful. I’m all for being honest, you know? That’s great, in theory, but... everybody deserves the right to hide if they want to. You should be the one to decide what parts of yourself you want to share.” 

Charlie thinks about the friend who outed her in high school, and how naked she felt. 

“Agreed.” 

* * *

Dean sits down next to Derek at the kitchen bar as he’s sealing the third joint.  

“Rolling for the road?” he asks, around a mouthful of bacon. “Nicely done.” 

“The key is the crutch,” Derek tells him. “Ditalini.” 

“No shit? Huh.” 

Derek keeps working, watching Dean, who’s watching Sam. 

“Nothing to worry about here,” Derek points out gently. “You know that, right?” 

Dean lets out a little self-deprecating laugh. “Sorry. Fuck. Habit, y’know? He’s my brother.” 

“Oh, believe me, I know,” Derek says ruefully, glancing over at Spencer. 

“Every person he tells is another person that could hurt him,” Dean says fiercely. “I fuckin’ hate that.” 

“Worrying doesn’t help, though.” 

Dean scowls at that, thinking for a moment as he chews, before saying, “I just wish there was a way I could help.” 

“A while ago, there was this guy who went after Emily,” Derek says slowly, twisting the next joint closed. “And he didn’t hurt her bad, or anything. Spencer and JJ jumped in, and Spencer took the worst of it, because… Spencer.” 

“Can’t see him being handy in a fight.” 

“Try telling him that when he’s pissed. Point is, though… nobody got hurt, but I was pretty shaken up about it. Beat myself up for not being there to protect them, until my girl Penelope talked some sense into me. She said, ‘It’s not your job to keep them safe all the time. The most important thing is to make sure they know they’re safe with you.’ I think about that a lot.” 

“So, what, I’m supposed to just… ignore the risk?” 

“No,” Derek says patiently. “But it’s his risk to take. You being afraid isn’t going to make the world any less scary, but knowing that you’re there, that you’re proud of him, that you’ve got his back no matter what? That helps.”  

Dean mulls that over. There’s a mulish set to his jaw that reminds Derek of Emily; it’s the face she makes when she knows he’s right and doesn’t want to admit it. He tries to hide his smile as he finishes rolling the last joint and offers it to Dean. 

“Thanks,” Dean says gruffly. 

“Any time.” 

* * *

When JJ opens the bus door, she’s greeted by a cloud of weed smoke. She can see Hotch stretched out on the couch with a half-smoked joint in one hand and a battered copy of Slaughterhouse-Five in the other. He’s reading out loud, and for a moment JJ can’t figure out who he’s reading to; then she notices Pearl curled up on his chest, rubbing her tiny fuzzy head against his cheek. 

It’s so goddamn cute JJ doesn’t know what to do with herself. She settles for whipping out her phone and taking a quick picture. 

As she walks up the bus steps, Hotch holds out the lit joint without pausing, and she takes it happily. 

JJ’s exhaling smoke, finally feeling the weird tension under her skin start to evaporate, when Rossi opens the door.

“All set,” Rossi says, giving the driver a thumbs-up. 

“Did you triple-check your head count?” Hotch asks, deadpan. 

“Sure did.” 

“Everybody present and accounted for?” JJ adds innocently. “Spencer?” 

“He’s showing off his new toy on the Winchesters’ bus.”

“Penelope?” 

“Playing Sega with Charlie.” 

“And Morgan?” 

“Already in the back, taking a nap.” 

“Emily?” Hotch presses. 

“She’s in the batcave to — oh. I see.” Rossi glowers. “Very funny.” 

“Are you sure you didn’t forget Spencer again?” JJ asks, giggling hoarsely around another lungful of smoke. 

“It was one time,” Rossi protests, flipping them off. “You try keeping track of the kid. He’s like a squirrel. A squirrel on LSD.” 

“Pretty sure it was mushrooms that day,” JJ points out. 

Rossi sits down and asks thoughtfully, “Did anybody see that coming?” 

“Sam? Honestly, no,” Hotch answers, frowning. “Not that it’s any of our business, but…” 

“Me neither,” JJ admits. 

She’s still rattled by the whole thing, for reasons she can’t quite put her finger on. It’s not about Sam, or whatever bullshit constructs of masculinity that would make people assume he’s straight just because he has muscles and dresses like a lumberjack. She’s not shocked by the label, or whatever. 

“There’s someone I want you guys to meet,” Sam had told them. He tucked his hair behind his ears as he said it; it’s his tell, his nervous tic, and JJ has the poker winnings to prove it. She had wondered, for a moment, what would make him smile like that in spite of his obvious anxiety. 

Dean had been glaring from the other side of the room, gauging their reactions, his arms folded and his fear written all over his face in the guise of a scowl, like a feral dog who’d been backed into a corner. JJ could understand the fear. Sam, though… Sam just looked relieved. 

Hotch and Rossi are staring at her, she realizes abruptly. 

“Hm?” 

“I said, anything you want to do in L.A.? Plenty of time for sightseeing.” 

JJ shrugs. “Not really.” 

“You okay?” Rossi asks, looking at her closely. 

“Yeah, just… tired. I’m gonna take that nap now.” She gives them a bright smile, passing the joint to Rossi, and gets up before they can question it. 

JJ feels a little better once she’s in a spare bunk with the curtain closed. It’s easier to examine the knot in her chest like this, now that she’s alone in the dark, safe and hidden. 

She keeps coming back to the smile on Sam’s face. 

There was a moment, earlier, when JJ noticed Sam and Harry from across the room as they talked to Emily and Hotch. Harry had been leaning against Sam’s side. Sam’s arm was draped casually over his shoulder, and he started playing idly with Harry’s hair, combing his fingers through the messy curls at his temple as Harry tilted his head into the touch. 

There was a peaceful possessiveness in it—the sort of cozy familiarity that had been worn soft by time like overwashed cotton—an unspoken claim: mine. 

How long has it been since JJ felt that with someone, like their closeness was a second skin that she could wear in public? 

Not since Emily. Even then it had always been tainted by fear, an overwhelming desire to hide whenever she could feel someone watching. 

She and Emily are loudly affectionate with each other in public, of course: drunk and dancing, or clinging to each other as they stagger home, or kissing with an exaggerated smacking sound when anyone mutters disapprovingly in their direction. But that’s brash and performative and platonic, the sort of thing JJ could do just as comfortably with Penelope or Spencer. That’s different. 

Anybody who’d seen Sam and Harry would’ve known immediately; that sort of intimacy is unmistakable, and Sam didn’t seem to care. He was smiling like he was proud to show it off. 

JJ has seen it in Dean and Cas, too, but never quite so clearly. Maybe it’s because they’ve never had to hide around the Business As Usual crowd, so the contrast hasn’t drawn her attention, or maybe it’s just that they’re not demonstratively tactile in the same way. You have to know him well (and you have to be paying attention) to catch glimpses of  the tenderness that Dean masks so well. He doesn’t wear his emotions on his face for everyone to see. JJ can relate. 

But Sam wasn’t hiding, that morning; he was just sweet and vulnerable and proud of it and JJ realizes suddenly that she’s jealous. That’s envy squirming around in her belly. 

She wants that sort of love: fearless, or maybe in spite of fear. She gets sick of hiding, sometimes. 

JJ puts a pin in that thought and tells herself she can deal with it later, when she’s not quite so stoned and maudlin. Right now, it’s naptime. 

* * *

Dean intended to nap all the way to Sacramento, but he only manages to doze for a half hour or so. There’s too much on his mind. He pushes groggily through the door and thinks a silent thank you at whoever got the coffee machine going. 

Spencer and Jack are sitting on one couch, playing with something that Dean recognizes as a theremin. Sam’s on the other couch, and Harry and Cas are sitting at the table. 

“What do you think?” Cas asks, when he notices Dean watching. He holds up two bottles of nail polish. 

“Black is punk rock. Pastels are for the Easter bunny’s little sister,” Dean opines. 

“Love you too, Dean Bean.” Harry shoots him a cheerful pastel-green-painted middle finger. Dean ruffles his hair affectionately on his way to sit next to Sam. 

Dean’s first instinct was to scoff, to snark, to dismiss nail polish as girly, but he knows the instinct is just a vestigial memory of his dad’s stern voice. He’s been getting better at recognizing that voice, in the last few years; for a while he thought he was done with it, figuring that if he could admit he was in love with a guy, he must be over that sort of learned bullshit. Can’t be phobic if you’re one of the homos, right? So… fuck off, Dad. 

Then Harry showed up, with his totally fuckin’ zen attitude about annihilating gendered fashion norms, and Dean found himself wincing, sometimes, or looking around furtively to make sure nobody was staring. Even at Bonnaroo, when Harry went around hiding behind wigs and glasses—when the entire point was for him to pass as a girl—Dean’s immediate knee-jerk reaction was to cringe. It’s taken awhile, but he’s getting better at ignoring the fear when it kicks up in his gut. 

Dean’s distracted by a drawn-out melancholy squeal. 

“Someone turned a taxidermied badger into a theremin one time,” Spencer says happily, as Jack waves his hand over it again. “They called it a badgermin.” 

Dean snorts. “Sounds like a violin that needs an exorcism.” 

“Or a Barred Owl on barbiturates,” Sam offers. 

“Worn-Out-Brake-Pad flavored La Croix.” 

“A whale that got so stoned it forgot how to talk.” 

“One of the mermaids from Harry Potter having a wet dream,” Spencer suggests, and Cas laughs so hard he almost knocks over the bottle of nail polish. 

“Get your shit together, Castiel,” Harry scolds, but he’s giggling too. It’s like being scolded by a very happy sloth. “You’re done, mate. Who’s next, hmm?” 

He points at Jack, who shakes his head. 

“I need to get some sleep,” he says, and the last word cracks on a yawn. 

Sam grins. “Yeah, I’m guessing you didn’t get much rest last night.” 

“Sweet dreams, Mr. Grey,” Dean teases, and wolf-whistles as Jack retreats. Cas relocates to the couch, giving Dean a peck on the cheek before sitting back and admiring his manicure. 

Harry waves the bottle at Spencer, who doesn’t notice; he’s focused intently on the instrument, coaxing out something that actually sounds like music, in a vague, freaky kind of way. 

“Yeah, okay,” Dean says, rolling his eyes and settling at the table across from a delighted Harry. 

“How about a nice hot pink?” he asks. 

“Don’t push your luck.”

“Wasn’t one of those used in the Doctor Who theme?” Harry asks Spencer. Spencer brightens like a big geeky Christmas tree that’s strung with lights made of useless trivia. 

“Now you’ve done it,” Dean says under his breath. 

“Actually, that’s a common misconception,” Spencer announces. “The original composition used—”

Dean must be going soft, because he’s actually kind of enjoying this, both the lecture and the manicure. 

Then again, he thinks, Sam is enthralled, and Cas is smiling, and maybe Dean’s just really enjoying his life right now. 

Fuck off, Dad, he thinks, admiring his pastel green nails. 

[howaminotinthestrokesyet]

It’s Complicated: The Bromance Saga of Mick and Keith

The story of the Rolling Stones most notably begins and possibly ends with Mick and Keith. In order to understand their relationship, you must go back to the beginning. They met as teenagers with a mutual obsession with the blues. The pair became one of the greatest songwriting teams in the history of rock and roll. Yet, today they are merely business partners. Keith will say that Mick is always going to be his brother, but it used to be he would have said best friend. The question now becomes as to what actually happened to cause the rift.

The best way to describe what actually happened is it’s complicated. During the mid to late 1970’s, Keith Richards was a hard-core heroin junkie. As he checked out of reality quite a bit, Mick Jagger needed to take complete control of the group, creatively, artistically, and financially. Without his presence, the band would not have survived the drug addictions that plagued most of the members of the group. In 1978, Keith Richards almost went to jail for a few years, which scared him straight. He came very close to losing the one thing that he could not live without, the band. The guitarist finally got clean around 1979-1980, so Richards starts to show interest again in decisions about the band. Mick Jagger pushed back against this because he had started to really like being the leader of the band. He had gotten used to doing things on his own without having to ask Keith about it.

The Stones went and made Emotional Rescue, which was actually a positive experience for the band. Yet, things were not all that great because the small rift over control of the band started to widen more and more. This also became a bit of a tussle over what kind of albums they actually made. Keith wanted to remain loyal to roots rock, blues, essentially the 1960’s. In contrast, Mick wanted to explore new music as they had with funk, disco, and country. Keith really did not see the band as something that should chase trends, but Jagger wanted to do this again and again. The singer would eventually win out when they made the 1983 album, Undercover. They explored more of a new wave sound that truly turned off fans. The band was barely recognizable on that album. Things got even worse when Jagger negotiated the new contract for their next record deal. Keith was absolutely furious when he found out that the singer had negotiated a side deal for solo albums. Jagger had reached a point where he did not want the connection to Keith Richards anymore. He had famous friends like David Bowie and Michael Jackson, who did not have that other person. He decided that he wanted everything that goes along with being a rockstar for himself, but forgot to tell the rest of the band that he was doing it. Richards looked upon the side deal as Jagger using the Rolling Stones name to get a solo career for himself. Things really hit the wall when Jagger refused to tour in 1984 because he wanted to tour his solo material. The problem at that time was the two did not see the band in the same light. Richards would live and die with the band, while Jagger at the time looked upon it as more of a vehicle than anything else.

Mick and Keith would eventually make up to create more albums and do tour after tour, but things were never the same. The thing about it was Mick had changed as a person as well. Keith wanted everyone in his orbit to remain that rebellious 19-year-old from the early 1960’s that gave authority the middle finger every chance he got. In contrast, Jagger wanted to be rich and famous. The greatest example of that is when he accepted the knighthood. Keith had some fierce words to say about his singer after that. If you look at their politics, Mick Jagger was now a conservative. He agreed with the same people that they were writing music against in the 1960’s. For someone like Keith Richards, this did not sit well at all. This begs the question as to who Mick Jagger really is in the end. You need to consider the fact whether the radical Mick Jagger was merely an act. or was the rich and famous Mick Jagger an act? This has been noted by many writers that the singer is quite like a chameleon and that he changes his personality to fit the situation. He has done this all of his life. Unfortunately, you cannot fool Keith Richards in this way. He will never let you live it down. This can be evidenced by the fact that almost 20 years later, the guitarist finally said what he wanted to say about his singer and his autobiography. This almost broke up the group too.

One could see a rift developing as early as 1972. If you look at the making of Exile on Main Street, you will see that Jagger lived separately away from Richards during the making of that album. He was staying in Paris with Bianca, his future wife. The heroin was already starting to take control of Keith Richards, so the pair who had been inseparable from 1968 to 1971 was now beginning to grow apart. If you think of the golden period of the band when they were at their most creative, it also coincides with the time in their relationship when they were the closest. Another thing to consider is the fact that the pair were addicted to different things. Richards was in love with this drug lifestyle, but drugs were never a problem for Jagger. He was addicted to sex, which would lead to him going to therapy for it by the 1980’s. If you look, Richards was probably actually closer to Mick Taylor within the band around 1971 because they had a mutual interest in heroin. The other band members did not submit to this lifestyle In the extreme kind of way that Richards had begun to do so.

One must accept the fact that they were complete opposites, except for the music. They were twins as their producing name denotes when it came to music. Now, that is not to say as they got older their musical preferences changed. Keith remained loyal to old school musical traditions, while Mick wanted to embrace everything coming up new. Although, they would go on to make Steel Wheels and other albums where the two did work together. Things between them were never the same after Jagger’s decision to try and go solo. Keith Richards never forgave him for that. They went on to work together, tour together, and even make albums, but the creativity or willingness for such a thing was absolutely gone. Mick Jagger, for his part, seemed to resist and keep a distance within the group anyway. His failed solo career taught him that he did need Keith Richards and the rest of the band, but he also made it clear that things were going to be different. This meant that Jagger basically took over control of the group anyway. Richards never really argued with it because they were making so much money from touring as an entertainment act, rather than a functioning band making albums. By that point, Keith had basically decided that he had enough creative outlets and other things to deal with the headache in his mind that was Mick Jagger‘s need for control. If you want to blame the end of the bromance on anything it was probably Keith quitting drugs and Mick Jagger finally being himself asserting his need for control. I think a certain myth has evolved when speaking about their friendship over the years because people tend to think of it as possibly being closer, than it actually was in reality. They had originally bonded over music, which is what they will continue to bond over, but opposites do not always attract in rock and roll.

[multimetaverse]

did u see the new UK promo for andi mack?

Yes I did. We have confirmation that Officer Penn is related to the clothing company protest as the kids are wearing the same the same clothes in jail as they do at the protest. I’d guess Vivian catches them snooping or frames them or something. Likely Bex and Celia’s conflict ends when they have to go bail out the GHC + Jonah; their shared love of Andi always helped them overcome their differences in the past. I think we now have an explanation for why only a day’s worth of filming for Luke and Raquel in 3x15 amounts to a B plot, the A plot is likely longer than average with all the mains being so heavily involved. Good to see Jonah actually supporting this protest. 

Once more they prominently featured Cyrus being supported by his friends at the protest which argues against it being related to his sexuality and which makes it much more likely that he’s the one who finds a way to expose Vivian’s wrongdoing. Also makes it more likely that his scene(s) with TJ are fairly brief and that a good chunk, if not most, of TJ’s screen time in 3x15 is with Kira. No mention of Bowie in 3x15 so I wonder if maybe this is an ep he’s not in?

Also Buffy is not wearing a boot in the jail scene so she didn’t injure her foot during the Muffy marathon. So her injury must come later and in otl must have happened by 3x20. So she either injures her foot at the Spikes final game in what was 3x19 (which explains why they filmed so little for it) or sometime before like at the bowling alley. I’m glad they’re touching on sports injuries but why do it so late? It reads like something Terri really wanted to do in S4 but just decided to shove it in to 3c to make sure she could touch on it. 

Celia’s birthday is really not the place to drop the wedding is cancelled bomb. I think this makes it more plausible in universe that Bex later caves and goes with Celia’s wedding plan if she’s still feeling guilty over ruining her birthday. We saw Amber and Andi hanging at the rage room in the next on promo after 3x13 so I wonder if she takes Andi there and then after the dinner Andi takes Celia there. So looks like Celia’s bday is around Halloween which means Andi was born roughly a month before Celia’s birthday; I’m sure that first birthday after Andi was born was fun. 

Further confirmation that the go karting scenes in 3x16 are part of a Jamber date, if not entirely a Jamber date. Wild that a show with so little screen time left decided to take the time and money to rent out a go karting place for a doomed couple that probably no one in the audience wants to see together. Hopefully their discussion touches on their issues and maybe we can finally get Amber apologizing to Jonah for her past treatment of him. 

[strcngeluv]

╰   * ✶ . ever notice bowie park kinda looks like kim taehyung? they’ve got 7.5m followers on instagram, but that’s no surprise. their instagram bio says they identify as cismale and go by he/him. they just turned twenty three, right? word around la is they’re kinda resentful and secretive, but you couldn’t tell online. does it matter when your family’s net worth is $320m? ❪ ceejay, he/they, cst ❫

hey my name is ceejay ! i’m 21+ & i’m in the cst timezone. i got by he/they pronouns & i’m really excited to be here ! i’ve never really done a rp like this before but i was able to come up with a concept i’m pretty proud of so hopefully you guys will like bowie too ! i prefer to plot on discord so you can find me @ gay baby jail#4464 but ims are fine too so just like this & i’ll send one your way !

here are links to his dossier, biography & pinterest board, because they all offer much more insight than this intro post will be able to.

personality:

at first glance he probably seems like the typical fake deep art student type & he’s not known for smiling very often. he might even seem kind of boring until you get to know him just because he’s more on the quiet side until he decides you’re worth his time

he is prone to fits of depression but he usually keeps it pretty quiet. if he disappears for a few days and leave you on read this is more than likely why

while he tries to keep an arrogant front he’s actually pretty insecure & comments made towards his appearance or childhood will keep him up at night thinking about it

just like any other rich kid prone to boredom he likes to get into messy situations. he started partying as a teen & never got fully out of it though he’s not nearly as bad anymore. he dabbles in casual sex & drug usage but gets blackout drunk at any given opportunity 

he’s very impulsive. he’s the kind to say he wants to go somewhere then actually do it within the hour. he’s a real big fan of europe & japan

due to his chaotic upbringing he never really learned how to treat people except through tv & movies. so while he tries his best to be kind & understanding sometimes it just doesn’t work out. he has a tendency to  be “accidentally” selfish but he tends to regret his actions at least ( if he’ll apologize for it is another story )

he’s extremely noncommittal. though he’s very known for having a deep desire for romance he has no idea how to go about it. usually when things get too close to being an actual relationship he’ll fuck it up somehow & go back to square one

to relax he plays on the pixel art app & he casually plays video games in his spare time

to feel like he has control over his life he started doing art commissions in order to make his own money. he has drawn way more furry art than he’d ever like to admit

wanted connections:

exes ! any gender is fine. if you need a quick messy relationship then he’s your guy. he falls fast & hard but immediately becomes terrified & self-sabotages in response. i’m fine with any reason for breaking up. it could even be your muse’s fault if you wish. but bowie is prone to feelings of jealousy & is a also a compulsive cheater. other things that could be used to break things off is his messy lifestyle, his overwhelming need to be paranoid about people / their actual motives ( his assumption that everyone will abandon him keeps him questioning everything ) & inability to settle down. bonus points if they can’t let go of each other & end up in bed occasionally

fwbs ! ( any gender ) need a lot of these because this is the main way bowie keeps people close since he can’t handle an actual relationship. some could even be the people that he cheats on his partners with. would like some that actually work out pretty well like they’re close friends but sleeping together helps strengthen their bond & then i’d love some messy ones with feelings involved that bowie just brushes off

beard ! ( femmes only ) though bowie has bare minimum interactions with his dad & is actually unsure of his views on the lgbt community he still goes out of his way to bring girls home. just more dumb efforts he put in to try to get his father to notice him

pr relationship ! someone he only appears intimate with in front of cameras for the attention it brings

best friend ! that one person bowie can actually trust & rely on more than anything in life. this actually requires some chem but we can definitely discuss the minor details !

some quickfire connections i’d love ! childhood friends, childhood bullies, flirtationships that never go anywhere, media / art enthusiasts, partner in crime ( legal or not ), his first kiss / crush / lay ( could be the same person or not ), people he parties with, those he’s a bad influence on ( drags them to parties when they don’t want to / talks them into general bad behavior ) traveling buddies, tinder dates ( could end badly or in a hookup ), maybe some fans of his dad’s music ( imagine a more generic bon jovi & his dad isn’t the singer or anyone important he’s the forgettable one no one cares about ), someone who will tell bowie to get a hold of himself & stop trying to impress his piece of shit dad

[matthewehlerspresents]

Eggwork Radio - Episode 48 - The Football Show (WAYO Substitute DJ 8/11/2017)

This show is dedicated to The Beautiful Game. It’s got cheesy 90’s era football anthems and comedy bits by The Mitchell & Webb Look & Monty Python. But mostly its my reminiscing about the 1978 Rochester Lancers of the old NASL.

[funkymbtifiction]

Small Foot: Percy Patterson [ESTP]

UNOFFICIAL TYPING by chipmunkfanno1love 

SPOILER WARNING

Functional Order: Se-Ti-Fe-Ni

Perceiving Functional Axis:

Extroverted Sensing (Se) / Introverted Intuition (Ni)

Percy Patterson is a wildlife expert of his own TV show “Percy Patterson’s Wildlife” based off his childhood passion for animals, though has since become more preoccupied with his fame due to his show losing ratings due to the rising popularity of online videos of animals doing crazy stunts. In desperation he starts playing up on camera in hopes of making things more interesting, such as falsifying dramatically a Himalayan jumping-spider bite, much to the chagrin of his co-worker, Brenda :

(Brenda: “Cut! What are you doing?”) “I’m saving our show. Me being attacked would get huge ratings!” (Brenda: “Our show is educational and enlightening! A show that promotes respect for our fellow creatures on this planet.”) “I know. That’s why no one is watching. Look, Brenda, unless the spider jumps, it’s boring.”

Percy’s good at improvising as shown in the Percy’s Pressure song segment where he quickly makes up his own lyrics and dance moves to Queen and David Bowie’s Under Pressure to match his own situation.

“It’s hard to compete with videos of twerking hogs. And water-skiing squirrels. And monkeys riding on the backs of dogs.”

He’s very active and quick on his feet and in using a vehicle like a snow moblie. Many of the leisure activities he introduces to the yeti’s only further highlight his active lifestyle such a hang-gliding, unicycling and snowboarding. He has a good perception of his surroundings. (Se)

“Something else is in here. Judging by the echo, I’d estimate distance approximately 200 metres. (comes face to face with the mama bear) Estimation wrong.” 

He’s a very impulsive and opportunistic man as shown when a terrified and hysterical pilot claims to have seen a yeti, Percy sees it as a chance to up his ratings by having Brenda dress up in a yeti suit while he pretends to capture it on camera as an attack. He focuses more on present moments and doesn’t think much about the consequences of his actions, such as falsifying a yeti sighting could actually ruin his reputation rather than improve it if he’s caught lying, and he could go to jail as a result. He also risks his life in going with Migo to his village as he starts to suffer from altitude sickness and maybe hypothermia as a result of being so high up in the cold mountains.(inferior Ni)

While he wants make his discovery of the thriving yeti community into a network special, he soon realises there are dangerous consequences to revealing the yeti’s to the world. Although his ratings begin to soar and he gets his popularity back due to the video of Migo he sent to Brenda to put online, he soon realises he’s put the yeti’s in danger when he sees them being pursued in the human village. Therefore he makes it his mission to protect the yeti’s, even if he has to do something reckless in order to do it. (Ni)

Judging Functional Axis:

Introverted Thinking (Ti) / Extroverted Feeling (Fe)

Percy is a pretty logical man, but he would prefer to analyse things from his own perception before he makes an explanation, though they don’t always sound as smart as he thinks they do. Although he doesn’t know what his bank manager means by a “variable interest rate” he does realise that due to the falling popularity of his show it is costing him financially, making him unable to pay the bills for his house. He also applies his logic towards filming his show and with help of his Se can work out the depth of his surroundings and know what effects to apply to his footage. He also uses his Ti to further improve his communication with the yeti’s, particularly when explaining things of his world to Meechee (possibly another strong Ti user) such as using the projector on his phone to show her a picture of a lion, as he finds the picture he drew with charcoal looks more like a fat poodle.

Percy can be rather detached from the feelings of people around him, which makes him rather selfish at times. He pretends to believe the story of a distressed and altitude-sick pilot so he can get him on camera for his show, without giving much thought into the man’s physical and mental state. He wants to use the reported yeti sightings as a way to manipulate his fans into thinking that Brenda dressed as a yeti is actually the real thing. He also pushes a man off stage during his proposal to his girlfriend so he can sing his own pleads to Brenda. (Ti)

Percy cares a lot about what others think of him, to the point where he’s willing to compromise his integrity in order to get his fame back. Brenda doesn’t hesitate to point out how low he’s gotten, and how he’s no longer the man who loved animals and convinced her to love them as well. Percy tries to defend his case to Brenda in hopes of changing her mind, but to no success.

At first he’s reluctant to let his conscience move him when he tries to run from Migo in fear, but eventually relents out of pity and gratefulness for him saving him from the mama bear, and goes back into the cave to remove a bear trap from his toe and patch up his wound with duct tape. His discovery and new-found friendship with the yeti’s re-awakens the passion he once had for animals and makes him realise how selfish he’s been:

(pointing to cave sketches of animals he’s made in communicating with Meechee) “Those are animals. Anyway, the point is, this is why I do what I do, see? I was fascinated by other species, like you. Actually, nothing like you. You’re quite extraordinary. But lately I’ve only started to care about how many people are watching, how popular I am. Wow. Hearing myself say this out loud..- What’s the yeti word for “pathetic”?”

In order to save his new friends, he shoots Migo with a tranquilliser gun during his run-in with the police and puts on the yeti suit so he can get caught instead, making it look like a publicity stunt. Then he removes his photos and videos from his phone to remove any further evidence of the yeti’s existence. As a result he loses his fame, but gets his integrity back. (Fe)

A/N: I did originally think ESFP for Percy as he was inspired by the late wildlife warrior, Steve Irwin (though Steve was Australian while Percy is British). Though after a discussion with Charity I decided he was more-likely ESTP.  Brenda might be a ISXJ (I did think Fi, but now I’m thinking Fe)

[caelin-ismycity]

idk anything about jojo so it's been funny to watch this go down ngl

let me tell you about,,, johnjohn’s wacky antics,,, below the cut prepare for vague recaps

part 1 - Jonathan Joestar

a rich kid’s life goes to shit because his dad adopts a cretin because he owes a debt to the cretin’s dad even tho said dad is an extreme asshole. rich kid wants to be an archaeologist but cretin steals his project and becomes a vampire. everyone’s jacked as shit.

part 2 - Joseph Joestar

male models in crop tops fight ancient vampires that are near naked while world war ii happens.

part 3 - Jotaro Kujo

mom’s sick let’s go beat up the cretin who now has the body of rich kid because Fuck You Watashi Wa Araki Desu And If I Want To Reuse This Villain Even Though It Makes Absolutely No Sense Then I’m Going To Do It. there’s ghosts involved now that come from the inner soul or some shit like that. everyone starts to get less buff.

part 4 - Josuke Higashikata

slice of life anime featuring asian-american Prince and his pocket-sized friend as they gradually figure out david bowie’s stealing hands and shoving them up his ass for sexual gratification. clint eastwood from part 3′s now a marine biologist and a detective????

part 5 - Giorno Giovanna

cretin has a kid but it’s technically rich kid’s kid too since the nut that was used to fertilize the kid’s mom’s egg was from rich kid’s nut sack. please remember that rich kid is this kid’s dad too please that’s all i’m begging jonathan joestar didn’t die for you assholes to forget him

oh yeah there’s also gangsters

part 6 - Jolyne Kujo

you rememebr that guy from part 3?? yeah he has a kid now wow and she’s in jail for being set up. now she and her friends have to fight a priest because that priest wants to ?????????? i dont know reset the universe or some shit???? shrug but it goes back to the cretin because of course it does even tho this priest doesnt have to be connected to him at all but hey im supposed to be recapping not ranting

[urie]

What's your honest opinion on "separating the art from the artist"? I personally can't watch any Woody Allen movie because I know i'll just be thinking about the Dylan Farrow allegations and how Woody needs to be jailed the entire time.

it is extremely difficult to separate the art from the artist for me, especially when what the artist has done explicitly taints their work. for instance, woody allen’s movies typically involve age differences, it’s a big pattern in his work, and when you already know that he himself molested a child, it makes the pattern even more noticeable and even more horrifying

i think that for some people it is easier to separate the art from the artist than it is for others. i know a lot of lgbt people who have a deep connection to david bowie’s music that goes all the way back to childhood and i can’t sit here and feel comfortable telling them that it’s wrong to feel that way. it’s not my place to. so in that sense i don’t think it should be considered standard that you absolutely cannot enjoy art made by bad people, that is a very fine line to walk, and we all have our own boundaries

i do think that when you start defending the artist or acting like anyone who can’t separate the art from the artist is being unreasonable, that’s when it crosses a major line lol

[thearabkhaleesi]

JUSTICE LEAGUE: EASTER EGGS, TRIVIA, AND THINGS YOU MIGHT HAVE MISSED

Disclaimer: I did not find all of these easter eggs myself. I watched many Youtube videos and read many articles and gathered the best easter eggs or references I could find and I compiled them into one organized post. Also, this post will definitely contain spoilers from the movie. Enjoy!

GREEN LANTERN

Green Lantern is one of the founding members of the Justice League in the comics, and it was widely speculated that he would have a cameo in the film or in the post-credits scenes (especially since there’s a planned film in the DCEU called Green Lantern Corps); even though we didn’t get that in the film, when Diana was explaining to Bruce about Steppenwolf’s origins and the Mother Boxes, we see a Green Lantern get killed in battle. The Green Lantern we see fighting Steppenwolf also wears a cape, which could be an homage to Alan Scott, the first Green lantern in the comics. This easter egg officially confirms the existence of the Green Lanterns in the DCEU films and foreshadows Green Lantern Corps (2020).

STEPPENWOLF AND DARKSEID’S RELATIONSHIP

The villain of Justice League was Steppenwolf, who is minion to the villain Darkseid. In the comics, Steppenwolf is Darkseid’s uncle, wheras in the movie, it’s revealed that Steppenwolf is Darkseid’s nephew.

CLARK AND JONATHAN KENT’S GRAVES

When The Flash and Cyborg are digging up Superman's coffin you can see the tombstone next to his reads Kent, referencing that he was buried next to his father who died in the Man of Steel movie.

JOHN WESLEY SHIPP

When attempting to break into the Kryptonian ship, Barry’s fake credentials show the name Wesley Shipp, which is a reference to John Wesley Shipp, who played the Flash in the tv show from the 1990s.

DO YOU BLEED?

One of the many callbacks to Batman v Superman is the line “Do you bleed?”. In BvS, Batman says it to Superman during their first encounter, and now in Justice League, Superman says it back to Batman during their fight.

AQUAMAN AND SUPERMAN HAVE MET BEFORE

Jason Momoa who plays Aquaman has revealed that in the DCEU, Aquaman and Superman have crossed paths before; in Man of Steel, there’s a scene where Clark almost drowns after saving people from the exploding oil rig, and apparently Aquaman pushed him back to the surface.

RED SKY

In the final battle against Steppenwolf, the Mother Boxes are united and the sky turns red; in the DC Comics universe, a red sky symbolizes a time of crisis - this first happened in “Crisis on Infinite Earths” in 1985.

SCENES STRAIGHT FROM THE COMICS

The plot of the movie draws inspiration from DC’s New 52 Comics, with scenes in the movie taken right from the comics and put into the movie such as “Aquaman talking to fish” and Batman’s first fight with the parademon, which was from the comic story arc “Origin” written by Geoff Johns, who is also the co-head of DC Films. 

GAME OF THRONES CONNECTIONS

3 actors from Game of Thrones are in Justice League:

Jason Momoa (Khal Drogo) plays Aquaman

Ciaran Hinds (Mance Rayder) played Steppenwolf through motion capture

Michael McElhatton (Roose Bolton) plays an unnamed criminal fighting against Wonder Woman

BLACK MASK

During the same fight against the parademon, there’s a rooftop with the company name “Janus” on it, which is the name of the company run by the villain Black Mask.

ARES AND ZEUS

The “gods” in Wonder Woman’s storyline and backstory are seen in the flashback battle - including Ares (played by David Thewlis) and Zeus, who zapped the Mother Boxes apart.

THE PENGUIN

During a conversation between Bruce and Alfred, Alfred says he misses the days when their biggest threats were “exploding, wind-up penguins”, which is a reference to the famous Batman villain, the Penguin.

THE SPECTRE

At the Gotham City Police Department, Alfred talks to Crispus Allen, who in the comics goes on to become the cosmic entity “The Spectre”.

ACE CHEMICALS

When Batman talks to Commissioner Gordon on the rooftop, in the background you can spot a sign for “ACE Chemicals” which is where the Joker fell into a vat of chemicals that bleached his skin (in Suicide Squad we see a clip of Harley and Joker in ACE Chemicals).

DOOMSDAY CLOCK

Bruce makes a comment about the “Doomsday clock having a snooze button”, which is a reference to the Watchmen, and “Doomsday Clock” is the title to the sequel of Watchmen, written by Geoff Johns and Gary Frank.

WAYNE MANOR / HALL OF JUSTICE

At the end of the movie, Bruce Wayne returns to his family home, Wayne Manor, and tells Alfred they’ll be needing a table and six chairs around it (or maybe more..) alluding to the fact that it could be the “Hall of Justice” aka the Justice League headquarters. 

BARRY & HENRY ALLEN 

At the end of the movie, Barry gets a job as a forensic scientist, motivated by the desire to clear his father’s name (when Barry was a child, his mother Nora was murdered and his father Henry was charged with the crime). Henry Allen is held at “Iron Heights Penitentiary”, which is where most of the Flash’s enemies end up in the comics such as Captain Cold and Weather Wizard. 

Bonus fact: In Justice League, Henry Allen is played by Billy Crudup, who played Dr. Manhattan in the Watchmen movie, a DC Comics film also directed by Zack Snyder (though not a part of the DCEU).

BARRY’S HOME - BLACKPINK AND RICK AND MORTY

When Bruce goes to recruit Barry to join the League, the song “As If It’s Your Last” by K-POP band BlackPink can be heard, and an episode of Rick and Morty can be seen playing in the background (season 1 episode 9); the scene shows Rick & Summer defeating the Devil, which mirrors the actions of the League in this film, as Steppenwolf is considered an allegory for Lucifer.

GORILLA GRODD

In the same scene, Barry says he known “gorilla sign language” which is a reference to the Flash villain “Gorilla Grodd”, who is an extremely intelligent gorilla with psychic powers.

PRINCE AND DAVID BOWIE

A newspaper article can be seen remembering the deaths of Prince and David Bowie alongside Superman.

THE KRYPTONIAN SHIP

The Kryptonian ship which plays a big role in the film, is the same one that General Zod arrives in in Man of Steel, Lex Luthor created Doomsday in Batman v. Superman; we also understand from the movie that the ship has been taken from LexCorp by STAR Labs.

VICTOR AND GOTHAM CITY UNIVERSITY

Victor got his powers after suffering an accident while he was a student and football player at Gotham City University. A scene was cut from the movie that showed him in a GCU jacket and his days as a football player. Bonus Fact: In Batman v Superman: Ultimate Edition, we see a scene of a football game between Gotham City University and Metropolis, with GCU losing 58-0, and they’re doing so badly because Victor isn’t on their team anymore due to his accident.

BOOYAH

After the fight with Steppenwolf, Cyborg says “Booyah!”, which is his signature catchphrase in the Teen Titans animated series.

JOHN WILLIAMS SCORE

Danny Elfman used a bit of Superman’s classic score by John Williams but “gave it a darker twist” in the film right before Superman fights the League at his monument.

16TH ANNIVERSARY OF ANIMATED SERIES

This film was released in the US on November 17th, the same day the animated series Justice League (2001) first aired sixteen years earlier.

1978 JIMMY OLSEN CAMEO

Marc McClure, who plays Jimmy Olsen in the 1978 Superman movie has a cameo in the movie as the police guard in the jail when Barry visits his dad.

SUPERMAN V. THE FLASH - 1ST POST CREDITS SCENE

The first mid-credits scene shows Superman racing against The Flash to see who is faster; this has been a subject of many comic book stories with the answer never being truly resolved and always being “up in the air”.

LEGION OF DOOM - 2ND POST CREDITS SCENE

The second post credits scene shows Lex Luthor to have broken out of Arkham Asylum and aboard a yacht with Deathstoke (aka Slade Wilson), with Lex telling Slade they should form “a league of their own”. This is a reference to the “Legion of Doom” or the “Injustice League” , a group of supervillains from DC Comics including Lex Luthor, Deathstroke, Riddler, Braniac, Solomon Grundy, Sinestro, Scarecrow, and more. Bonus Fact: Lex Luthor’s look in this scene is more true to how he looks in the comics as opposed to how he looked in Batman v Superman.

CLARK’S FUNERAL OUTFIT

We see that Clark was buried in a navy blue suit, white shirt, and red tie - this is one of Clark’s iconic outfits from the early comics.

THE ICONIC SUPERMAN POSE

Another iconic Clark Kent outfit is the tan trenchcoat, glasses, and hat, and at the very end of the film, the first time in the DCEU, we see Clark wear this outfit and pull open his shirt to reveal his Superman outfit - an iconic Superman scene.