#coup de grace

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

I’ve heard some people say that Miles was close to coming out as bi in his Coup de Grace era, do you know why?

i don’t know what miles’s relationship to coming out is (or what his sexuality is, for that matter) but the whole coup de grace era definitely marked a certain… change in tone when compared to his previous eras. i think a lot of people feel coup de grace was him being more unguarded with/making a statement about his sexuality for a few different reasons that i've listed below!

(**please note this is all purely speculation. to my knowledge, miles has never made any kind of public announcement about his sexuality and we should respect that**)

• colour coding - the whole album palette is literally the colours of the bi flag, and these colours were echoed a lot in the live shows too

• flamboyance - we all know miles has always enjoyed fashion and experimenting with different styles, but the direction he went with coup de grace was definitely different than anything he’d done before and had a lot more camp/androgynous/queer influences. see: eyeliner, full faces of make-up, jumpsuits, loud patterns, brighter colours (super interesting as a juxtaposition with the darker, more heartbreaking lyrics of that album but that’s another ted talk)

• lyrics - coup de grace is raw, honest and painfully heartfelt in a way none of miles’s previous albums were. it feels like an unfiltered glimpse into his psyche, and for an album all about heartbreak… well, hardly a single female pronoun is used in the entire thing. there are also an abundance of lyrics that seem to allude (not too subtly) to a certain mr turner (see things like: “interstellar dressed in leather drinking bitter boy/you knew the plan but you never knew the ploy/but i, i live a lonely life/since you’ve been gone” and the entirety of shavambacu after we know it’s something miles has called alex for years), and a relationship of having to keep things hidden/sharing hearts. after watching their dynamic unfold over the eycte tour and then the aftermath, it's easy to draw the conclusion that the heartbreak in miles's album could be about alex.

given how candid miles is in all the writing of it, it seems like if that is the case (which is a big if, obviously this is all just speculation), it's at the very least a way of no longer hiding his sexuality, and at the most a more deliberate, blatant statement of it. a lot of people think that coup de grace was miles's way of coming out without using words - which journalists would inevitably have used to twist things, overshadow his music, or throw speculation and gossip onto his friendships with people like alex. of course, none of us really know what miles's relationship with his sexuality is or how that relates to his coup de grace album/era, but yeah... i think those are the key points that a lot of us find very interesting 👀

i may well have missed stuff out here, so if anyone has any other thoughts on this please feel free to chip in!

[catfilms]

"I'm a top" "I'm a bottom" okay well I'm slim shady yes I'm the real shady all you other slim shadys are just imitating

[positivecorrelation]

How can I explain to you That even myself I'm a danger to? I hop on tracks like a kangaroo And say a few things or two to anger you But fuck that, if I think that shit, I'ma say that shit Cancel me, what? Okay, that's it...

[vanillacoke25]

shine bright, naughty turtle 🐢

[carefulignorantghost]

Alex Turner and Miles Kane

[thefugitivesaint]

Lesley S. Blanch (1904-2007) , 'Le Coup de Grace', ''The Tatler'', Vol. 104, #1350, 1927 Source

[daddy-long-legssss]

miles kane for fox magazine 2018

[depressedraisin]

miles said "like mark anthony i'd die for you" and we let him get away with it?????? like bitch come back here and EXPLAIN

[juhnkit]

Eminem - Marshall Mathers - Slim Shady

[fresh-bed-old-sheets]

So i listened to coup de grace for the first time and uhh why is it literally mirroring tranquility base and why do i have a feeling miles is just talking about alex the entire time

[mileskanetiktok]

YOU KNOW I WANT IT YOU KNOW I NEED IT YOU KNOW I NEED IT ALL THE TIME LOVE MK 🐢

🐢.

[hesterias]

still thinking about the time British GQ published this on a CDG-era Miles Kane interview

[instructionsonback]

[carefulignorantghost]

The Last Shadow Puppets

[ant-milex-love]

Ladies and gentleman Miles Kane

Reels: ninetimesbee

[changbinisms]

Coup De Grâce - Park Seonghwa x reader (Part One)

coup de grâce

/ˌkuː də ˈɡrɑːs/

Noun

A final blow or shot given to kill a wounded person or animal.

An action or event that serves as the culmination of a bad or deteriorating situation

wc: 1,565

Royalty au / Arranged marriage au

contains: angst, time period specific discrimination, misogyny, classism. more will be added as the series progresses.

this work is not proofread (as usual)

[a/n: this fic may not be entirely time period accurate, but it will contain time period specific discrimination (i.e. misogyny and classism). I do intend to make this into a mini series depending on how well this is received and how well my attention span does.]

Ever since you were young, you dreamed of having a family. You dreamed of the big white wedding, your soon-to-be husband tearing up as he watches you make your way down the aisle on the arm of your father. You dreamed of slow dancing with your husband, as the aristocrats watched on in silent envy, masked as happiness that the kingdom would prosper, and overflowing joy that an heir would soon be produced.

The day that you found out you were to be betrothed to Prince Seonghwa of the Rosefall Kingdom, although it was only recent, you almost wept out of pure joy. The most eligible Prince of the nine allied kingdoms, Prince Seonghwa was adored, almost like a treasure. Not only was he infallible in battle, but he was also intelligent, a great strategist, and would be the perfect leader for any kingdom he was married into. It also helped that he was exceptionally handsome, ethereal even. There had been a handful of times that you had met him over the years, though you hadn’t seen him since before you learned of your betrothal, at banquets and at the weddings of other royalty. Each time followed the same pattern, he would mingle through the crowd of stuffy lords and ladies – navigating conversations with them with ease – before being snatched up by the daughters of said stuffy lords and ladies in the hopes of nabbing a betrothal of their own, before waltzing around the ballroom with the younger girls who hadn’t quite perfecting their dancing skills on his feet, as the younger boys watched, green with envy.

You couldn’t help but get ahead of yourself, imagining how cute your children would look. You hoped they would get his cheekbones. You imagined how the red from your family’s crest would look against his skin, how the blue from his family’s crest would look against your skin. Although he would be relocating to your kingdom due to his older brother being the heir to the throne of Rosefall, it couldn’t hurt to imagine how you would look in his colours.

In a way you were happy that he had an older brother to take care of his homeland, there’s no way you could bare to see the look on your parents’ faces as you road off to your new life. Quite selfish, really, as that’s what your betrothed had to look forward to…

Your thoughts were interrupted by a light trio of knocks on the door to your quarters.

“You may enter,” you call out, giving permission to whomever was on the other side to come in.

As you would have expected, it was your lady-in-waiting, Hye-Jin. Hye-Jin had been your friend long before she become your lady-in-waiting. You had met when you were both children, your mother had taken you on her weekly walk though one of the villages. It was her favourite thing to do, each week she would pick a different village to walk through. She had always said that it was good to be aware of the conditions that the villagers lived in, that we’re only as well off as our poorest subject. It was her way of staying humble and being grateful for what she had and the life she grew up in.

It was the first walk that she let you accompany her on as you were finally old enough to properly take in everything that she was explaining to you. As your mother spoke, you took in the market in the main square. The smell of the freshly bakes bread coming from the open door of the baker’s shop, the bright colour of the flowers held in the baskets over each doorway in the square, the fresh fruit that sat in piles at the vendor’s tables just begging to be taken and bitten into. It was this overwhelming wave of new things that caused you to slip away from your mother. She had noticed quite quickly that you were no longer by her side and had called for the few members of castle staff that had come with you both, and instructed them to help find you.

You, however, weren’t as quick to noticed just how far away from your mother you had gotten. It was only when the crowd of people around you thinned out significantly that you noticed you had no idea where exactly you were, or how to get back.

You could feel the nervousness and eventual panic start to come over you, your breathing starting to quicken before it grew into full blown hyperventilation. Thankfully it was short-lived, as a girl that looked to be your age, maybe a few years older, had placed her hand on your shoulder causing you to look up at her. She managed to calm you down and talk you out of your hysteria, walking you back to your mother. As a ‘thank you’, your mother had invited the girl, who you had found out was named Hye-Jin, and her family for tea at the palace. It was in that moment that you had formed a friendship.

As the years went on, both Hye-Jin’s mother and father passed, her father succumbing to illness, and her mother – no matter how hard she tried to put on a brave face for her only child – died shortly after of a broken heart. Naturally, your family took her in. Even though she would never be seen as royalty in the eyes of the upper-class societies, she was still given the same respect as such within the walls of the palace. In order to fill her days and stay close to her best friend, she opted to become your lady-in-waiting, and the rest is history.

“your father has called for you, your highness,” she giggled as she always does when you have to use pleasantries such as this, which signified that someone of significant status was on palace grounds.

You sigh; “did he give you any inkling on what the matter was?”

All she offered was a shake of her head before beckoning you to follow her.

You both walked in silence to the main hall, which was another red flag to you. Who could possibly be here to cause this behaviour?

The guards stood at the doors to your fathers reading quarters, Seungcheol and Mingyu, moved to open the doors as you stepped closer, offering them a smile and polite bow of your head.

As you stepped into the room, you noticed the three men sat in front of the fire, your father who sat in his favourite chair to the left of the fire, an older gentleman who you recognised as the King of Rosefall, which mean the man sat on the small couch with his back to you must be-

“Ah, there she is!” your father had spoke, “I’d like to formally introduce you to my daughter, y/n,”

It was at that moment that Prince Seonghwa had turned to look at you. His eyes met yours and a smile graced his face. It took everything in your power to calm your heartbeat. Prince Seonghwa had grown even more breath-taking since you had last seen him, you would think that such a thing would be impossible.

He stood from his seat and walked around the couch to offer you a bow, which you returned with a curtsey, he then took your hand and placed a light kiss on the back of it, which once again nearly had you swooning.

It was then that your father had announced that the intention was for Seonghwa and yourself to spend some time together to get to know each other a little before the day of your wedding so as it wasn’t as awkward on the day, which you were grateful for. No bride wants to be a stuttering, blushing mess on the day of her wedding. Blushing mess, maybe, but definitely not a stuttering one.

After bidding both your fathers goodbye, Prince Seonghwa had turned to you and asked; “if it is acceptable to you, your highness, may I ask for a moment of absolute privacy? Without the presence of your lady-in-wating?”

“I believe that would be alright,” you respond. You nod to Hye-Jin, “you may leave, Hye-Jin, I’ll call for you when it is okay to come back,”

You hate to be so formal with her, but in the face of others you must keep up appearances so to speak.

As she leaves, closing the door the door softly behind her, you turn back to the prince, “what is it that you wish to have privacy for, your highness?”

It was then that you noticed that the smile he had on his face had been wiped away, a scowl gracing his features. Any sort of politeness in his eyes was washed away and replaced with could only be described as disdain.

You could feel your pulse quicken, nervous as to what he would say. Or what would cause this instant change in mood.

He took a step closer, causing you to take a slight step backwards out of nervousness.

“let me make one thing clear, princess,” he stated lowly, eyes boring into yours, “I wont ever love you, any interaction, public appearance, or even form of affection with you will be made only out of obligation. I will be your husband in title and nothing more,”