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thekidsarentalright · 2 years ago

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20 dollar nose bleed analysis: fourteen carats but no clarity

so, i recently received an ask asking me to analyze 20 dollar nose bleed, and in trying to post the ask with the analysis it literally vanished lmao! so, i'm posting it instead like this <3

the song is a very interesting and complex one that was Quite daunting to analyze, so i can only hope i did it justice and that u enjoy reading this! analysis is under the cut:

So, to analyze 20 dollar nose bleed, we’re gonna start off, naturally, with the first verse and break it down lyric by lyric, with said first verse going, “Have you ever wanted to disappear? / And join a monastery, go out and preach on Manic Street? / Who will I be when I wake up next to a stranger / On a passenger plane? (Passenger plane)”

The interesting thing about these lyrics is that we have direct confirmation from fob/pete (via genius verified annotations) that the first two lines are about Richey Edwards, who was the rhythm guitarist of rock band Manic Street Preachers, who went missing in 1995 and was presumed dead in 2009. Pete says that the first piece, “Have you ever wanted to disappear? / And join a monastery,” is a direct juxtaposition to the “go out and preach on Manic Street.” And that direct juxtaposition is absolutely the most notable thing about these lyrics, with a monastery being a holy place, typically portrayed as very quiet and simple in terms of commodities, etc., versus rockstar life which is literally the exact opposite- being constantly very chaotic and loud and complicated, not to mention not being very holy, typically speaking. What I believe is that the narrator here is questioning, maybe themselves, maybe somebody else, or just in general, if the ‘you’ have ever wanted to disappear from this life to join a monastery, to have this quiet, simple life away from everybody and everything, or if you’ve ever wanted to disappear into being a rockstar, away from yourself and everybody and everything in a completely different way. Either way, you’re losing yourself to one extreme or another. You’re disappearing into it. I could also see this in connecting back to Richey Edwards, saying have you ever wanted to disappear from the rockstar life? As common with fob songs, i honestly feel it could be meaning both things, and overall the meaning is- pick your poison onto how you wanna escape yourself and your life.

To move onto the second portion of the verse, the narrator begins to question, who will they be if they wake up next to a stranger on a passenger plane? Which is continuing this idea of disappearing, i think. i believe this is meant to be playing with the idea that, on a plane, nobody knows who you are, you’re as good as disappeared when you’re on a plane surrounded by people who don’t know you. So, truly, who will you be if you wake up next to a stranger on a passenger plane? When you could be anybody, you could make them believe you’re anybody, you can use this as an opportunity to escape yourself and your life, who will you be?

Then, the pre-chorus kicks in, with the lyrics going, “Oh, permanent jet lag, please take me back (Please take me back) / Please take me back, I'm a stray dog / Sick, please let me in (Please let me in), the mad key's / Tripping, singing vows before we exchange smoke rings”, which is a series of some real fun, tricky lyrics lmao. The permanent jet lag, in my mind, no doubt connects to the lyric directly before it- perhaps, the narrator is now regretting all the hoping and wishing and trying to be another person, they feel permanently jet lagged now, permanently exhausted and bleary and not fully there and they just want to go back. Back to where is the imperative question and severely up to interpretation, I’ll offer a few options- back to who they were before possible fame, before they started trying to disappear, before they got dependent on drugs (this song is so about drugs), or just… back to a better time for them, in general. The stray dog lyric also has some verified annotations by fob/pete, with him saying that it’s, about that moment where you’re so desperate to come back, you’re like a stray dog, which can either be pathetic or endearing depending on your perspective. To me, this really cooberates what i’m already saying about this pre-chorus- they’re desperate to be let back to where they were before, before things went wrong. Now, the ‘mad key’ reference took a bit of looking into, but apparently a ‘key’ is sometimes used as another term for a drug dealer, which i feel could be very applicable to the themes of this song (drugs), it could also just be a reference to say they don’t have the key to get back to where they long so desperately to be. Either way, the last pre-chorus lyric’s meaning is pretty clear to me, thankfully- they’re making promises, vow-like promises, before exchanging smoke rings, which is almost positively a drug reference. it screams of unseriousness, lack of commitment, the vows are being sung and the rings are made of smoke. they’re doped up on drugs, they’re desperate and yearning and not themselves. these vows are not real and the rings are as flimsy a commitment, to whoever or whatever this specific lyric could be about, as the smoke is.

After that insane pre-chorus, we get into the possibly more insane chorus, saying, “Give me a pen, call me Mr. Benzedrine / But don't let the doctor in, I wanna blow off steam / And call me Mr. Benzedrine (Mr. Benzedrine) / But don't let the doctor, don't let the doctor in”. The first thing we need to establish here, now that we’ve gotten the core of the drug theme, is what benzedrine is- it’s a form of amphetamine used for depression, as well as PTSD and those with sleeping troubles (it’s a stimulant!), with some of the side effects possibly pertinent to the song being drowsiness and nose bleeds (snorting it is a common way of ingestion also). This starting with ‘give me a pen, call me Mr. Benzedrine’ automatically has me thinking it is just an all around drug reference with the narrator alluding to the fact they’re snorting benzedrine to try and aid them with their problems. They’ve already alluded to having depression and permanent jetlag (drowsiness/problems with sleep, perhaps?) through lyrics before this, making it perhaps no surprise that they’re going to the lengths of snorting this medication to try and help them. Help take them back to where they so desperately wanna go back to, maybe? With the second lyric of the chorus, “But don’t let the doctor in, I wanna blow off steam” saying to me that they’re basically taking these drugs, perhaps to a concerning extent, but are then going and saying they don’t want help, they don’t want a doctor, they don’t want people to show concern for them or what they have going on, they just wanna let off steam. They just wanna cope in their own way without intervention, so don’t let the doctor in.

After the chorus, we have the second verse, which states, “It feels like fourteen carats, but no clarity, when I look at the / Man who would be king, the man who would be king / Goes to the desert, the same war his dad rehearsed / Came back with flags on coffins and said, "We won, oh, we won"”. This is an interesting break from the themes we’ve already had in this song, as before we’ve had the narrator talking only of their disillusionment with their own personal life and reality and the troubles they’re going through to cope with those feelings. However, here, it seems they’ve shifted from speaking on their disillusionment with their own life to their disillusionment with the world. The very first line is essentially saying that not everything is as it seems- a diamond can be hyped up as being so big and expensive, but end up being horrible quality. This allusion could be made about anything- what you’re told is not always reality. What you want to be reality isn’t always reality. This almost feels the thesis statement for the song, honestly (there is a reason i titled this analysis with this!). And if not for the whole song, definitely for this verse, as the rest of the verse is a direct commentary on George W. Bush (former President of the United States) and the wars he launched in the Middle East (specifically Iraq and Afghanistan). Many protested the wars as being incredibly destructive and terrorizing on the countries impacted by them, not to mention not being fair fights and being possible fronts for America to enter the Middle East for oil and exploit them. This stance is the one being taken with these lyrics, as the lyrics are essentially saying that the “man who would be king” (Bush), goes to the desert (Middle East) to terrorize the Middle East just like his father (also a former horrible president) did, only to come back claiming he won with thousands of soldiers dead due to his actions, bitingly calling out the celebration of victory when so much life was lost so tragically for virtually no reason.

Before the spoken word piece at the end of the song, there is only two other lines that are deviating from the pre-chorus and chorus we’ve already discussed, with those lines being, “Only one book really matters, the rest / Of the proof is on the television, on the,” I feel as though these lyrics really summarize a lot of what we’ve already talked about in a way, that way being that it really conveys further disillusionment for the state of things and is a biting commentary of that. The narrator is saying, what a lot of people truly believe, that the only book in the world that matters is the Bible, with nothing else being worth reading or trusting, while the rest of the ‘proof’ (proof of what is laid out in the bible, beliefs and morals that people blindly follow) is on the television. People will so often just blindly follow religion or what they see on the news and never dare to look deeper into things, keeping so much of the world cut off (sort of like the lyric is cut off at the end of it) or censored from themselves.

The spoken word part is as follows, and is a lot to unpack so we’re gonna try to do it lyric chunk by lyric chunk, “It's not me, it's you / Actually, it's the taxidermy of you and me / Untie the balloons from around my neck / And ground me / I'm just a racehorse on the track / Send me back to the glue factory / Always thought I'd float away / And never come back / But I've got enough miles on my card / To fly the boys home on my own / But you know me, I like being all alone / And keeping you all alone / And the charts are boring, and the kids are snoring / And my ego's in a sling / You say you're not listening and I said I'm wishing / And I said…I said!”

To start dissecting this, we’ll look at the section, “It’s not me, it’s you / Actually, it’s the taxidermy of you and me / Unite the balloons from around my neck / And ground me / I’m just a racehorse on the track / Send me back to the glue factory / Always thought I’d float away / And never come back”. Though this seems like a lot to look at at once, it’s relatively easy to boil it down to the fact the narrator is back to speaking about their disillusionment with their own life and problems, speaking to a possible romantic partner in saying the classic breakup line of, it’s not you, it’s me, except turned on its head to directly blame the other person instead of taking blame. They’re also saying, though, that the blame isn’t exactly on the other person directly but is more on the fact that the relationship was already dead (taxidermy of you and me). They’re then asking this person, symbolically, to untie balloons from around their neck and let them be grounded. This could be saying their partner was putting them up on a sort of pedestal, putting them above others, but with the line ‘I’d always thought I’d float away / And never come back’ working with this, I definitely believe this position of floating above others was a point of stress for our narrator as they felt they’d never be able to get away from this situation and could never come back from it, perhaps even choking them and being disorienting, causing them to need to be grounded. They then go on to say they’re like a racehorse on the track that needs to be sent to the glue factory, essentially saying they’re past their prime and needs to be killed and turned into something that can be useful again (old horses used to literally be made into glue. This is also referencing that).

The spoken word continues, with the narrator once again shifting focus from themself to the world/politics and their disillusionment with those things, saying, “But I've got enough miles on my card / To fly the boys home on my own”, where pete, once again verified on genius, said, “the idea that in some capacity that the i could fly the boys in iraq & afghanistan home on my miles if the gov wouldnt fly them back :(“

To end the spoken word section, and the song analysis as a whole, it ends with, “But you know me, I like being all alone / And keeping you all alone / And the charts are boring, and the kids are snoring / And my ego's in a sling / You say you're not listening and I said I'm wishing / And I said…I said!” with our narrator essentially saying that find comfort in loneliness and being alone, and finds satisfaction in making others feel his loneliness as well (I want to keep you as lonely as me so you can get addicted to this vibes, showing this is a sentiment shared in fob songs previously). The line about charts is a bit of a stand out, as being one of the most obvious ones about fame and pop culture, continuing to show the narrator is just generally sharing their displeasure with things of the world, here stating a fact that the charts, the popular songs perhaps made with less heart, with the kids in mind less, are boring and causing ‘the kids’ to snore, to lose interest in music and art and fall out of touch with it, causing the narrator’s ego to hurt because well… i keep saying ‘narrator’ because that’s just how i do these things but this is about pete, and it is no question that kids falling out of love with music would be detrimental to his ego- sorry to get out of my analyzing persona here but it’s the only way i could think to put this part lmao. Anyways! The song ends with the narrator being not listened to, and them then trying to scream how they’re feeling and what they’re saying to be seen and heard like they want to be.

This song is a very very complex, interesting one, detailing all of the troubles and complaints and gripes of a person struggling with mental illness and perhaps even losing their grip on reality some, or at least on the reality they want to be in. it’s a depressing thing to want to be a different person, only to realize you don’t like who you ended up changing into, or realize that no matter how much you change you can never go back to when you were truly happy. And turning to unhealthy coping mechanisms like drugs don’t help either, especially when it feels like the world around you is dashing your spirits and hope constantly as well. Where is there to escape when even your escape is riddled with problems? As the title of this analysis says, and as i stated earlier as well, everything truly can feel like fourteen carats but have no clarity.

#ive deemed tuesday atlas analysis tuesday to force myself to write more of these so. here u go #it's a bit of a long one (5 pages fskjdhf) but i'm proud of it :] again i hope u all like it as well #and to the anon who asked for this i especially hope u see it i. literally have no clue what happened to this ask fkjsdfks #but maybe i'll keep posting the analysis stand alone like this idk fun format change #txt #analysis.txt #fob

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da-awesom-one · 1 year ago

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This Is The Thanks I Get?! (Jack Frost Version) - Chris Pine

*DISCLAIMER: These lyrics are fan-made lyrics of a song created and owned by Disney for a character that is owned by Dreamworks. No money is being made off of this. This was solely written for recreational purposes.*

sing = siiing

LYRICS UPDATED: 8/3/2024

Jack shook his head in disbelief, and then shook it towards the moon. "That's it. I've had it! I've had it with your silence, and I've had it with everybody and their mother giving me the cold shoulder!" He ran a hand through his hair, scoffing again. "I mean, what's it gonna take?!"

Frost began to count off from his free left hand. "I've started snowball fights, not that they ever let me in on them considering I'm invisible! I've even frosted some windows over to write them messages, and lemme tell ya, those were not the reactions I was hopin' for!"

"I mean, what do I gotta do, huh?!" he groaned, throwing his arms up into the air. "Do I actually have to spell it out for them, o-or sing it out loud to get them to hear me?!"

He was grimacing when he said this. But as the words registered in his head, his expression became pensive as he considered his remark.

In truth... he hadn't tried that.

Jack rubbed his chin in thought as he pondered this new development, his eyes darting left and right like clockwork. Was he really that desperate? Would he really stoop so low? Debase himself in such a way?

...It turned out that yes. Jack was that desperate.

"...Oh, what the heck."

(VERSE 1)

I can’t help it… if no one can look my way.

It’s a curse, I tell ya!

Can’t stop it no matter what I do, or say!

Peep the name, son! It’s Jack Frost!

I’m THE rebel without a cause!

I’m free-spirited! My own kind of boss!

SO HOW COME EVERYONE WANTS ME TO GET LOST?!

“Ahem! Lemme explain…”

I’d give the cloak off my own bare back,

If you really needed that.

I’ll be the first one to volunteer myself!

If your igloo were to crumble, or if you were in trouble.

(PRE-CHORUS)

I’d cancel all your school days,

Be that friend that suggests fun stuff,

Take blame for all the messes!

And I’ll be there for you when things get rough!

I’d give, and give, and give, and give!

You’d think it’d be more than enough…

And all I really want is to get in on the fun.

(CHORUS)

But this is the thanks I get! (Da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da)

This is the thanks I get! (Da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da)

For wanting to be seen by them! (Da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da)

Looks like I’ll get ignored again. (Da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da)

Since this is the thanks I get!

(INTERLUDE 1)

(Da, da, da, da)

(Da-da-da-da-da, da, da, da)

(Da-da-da-da-da. Da-da, da)

(VERSE 2)

It’s so stupid!

But that’s the least I could say.

There are more words that are well-suited.

Like "cruel," and "wrong," and "unfair," and "lame!”

The gifts you gave me? I’m showing them off!

And you still won’t talk? You’re blowing me off?!

Um, do you think I won’t come up there?

‘Cause I won’t hesitate to drag your butt down here!

(PRE-CHORUS)

UGH!

I made a hundred snow days last year!

C’mon! That’s a high percent!

And still you won’t let me be seen?

The disrespect I just underwent!

You get my hopes up, and tear them down.

But, really, what do I expect?

It’s been like this every year ever since we met…

(CHORUS)

So this is the thanks I get! (Da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da)

This is the thanks I get! (Da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da)

For expecting you to really listen! (Da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da)

Did I just get run over by Sven?! (Da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da)

RRRRGH, THIS IS THE THANKS I GET?!

(INTERLUDE 2)

(Da, da, da, da)

(Da-da-da-da-da, da, da, da)

(Da-da-da-da-da. Da. Da)

(BRIDGE)

I didn’t wanna do this.

I SWORE I’d never sing this!

But I’m really runnin’ outta options here,

‘Cause I refuse to be unseen for another year!

A ballad, a jingle, a melody, a glee?!

ANYTHING for them to finally see me!

To this low I’d really rather not stoop to,

But a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do!...

*Cough* “Where was I? Oh yeah, right…”

(PRE-CHORUS)

Been at this for a century now,

So don’t think I’ll be going away!

C’mon, now. Say something, man!

Gonna leave me hangin’ here without a say?

Well, whenever you wanna chat-

Yeah, that’ll be the day.

Honestly? Something tells me I’m gonna be there, either way…

(CHORUS)

‘Cause this is the thanks I get! (Da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da)

This is the thanks I get! (Da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da)

My mental energy’s all spent! (Da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da)

For thinking today’d be different… (Da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da)

*Sigh.* This is the thanks I get.

(END)

“So thanks! Thanks for nothing…”

Been mulling over this ever since Disney released the song weeks ago. Figured I'd try my hand at a Jack Frost version, and I definitely love how it turned out. Might even add it to my fic, hence why I added some passages of it before the song.

Also added to the chorus, putting in extra lines. This was inspired by the Booth To Screen video of This Is The Thanks I Get?! where it ends with Chris Pine singing the whole first chorus before ending with how he harmonizes in the third line of the 2nd and last choruses. So in this version there are musical interludes between verses. Look it up on YouTube, and you guys will see what I mean.

Keep in mind, Jack's mentality here is "This Is The Thanks I Get for thinking today's gonna be any different than yesterday… or the last 100 years.” This is set during his 300 years of isolation, so again, he's trying all sorts of things to get seen. The spectrum is far more different than the villainous version depicted by King Magnifico, especially the middle where Jack loses his cool. Though not shown in these lyrics, in the story setting, he’s gonna try to calm himself down, which is mostly what he’s struggling with during the Bridge. Whereas Magnifico doesn’t, and gets himself continuously worked up before doing something he can’t take back.

Another example of the difference between the two is at the end when, instead of screaming in rage like the king, Jack just reins it in, and just flatly sings the last verse.

Long story short: both characters allow themselves to go insane here. Difference here is Jack remembered to make sure he came back. Magnifico didn’t.

Either way, the song's extremely catchy, and I can find myself singing to either version. Hope you guys enjoyed reading or singing it in your head.

PS: for those wondering, the Sven Jack mentioned in the song is Sven the Reindeer from Frozen. 😉

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kittyball23 · 1 year ago

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The Proposal (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: BroZone reunites, and Branch has a very important question for Poppy…

A/N: This one is my longest so far, and also a direct follow-up to my oneshot 'Hug Time.' Enjoy!

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"Guys, I think this calls for a celebration! "

Branch cringed as John Dory yelled out right next to his ear, still interlocked in the five-brother hug that had resulted from Branch's Hug Time's bracelet chiming. He cringed slightly more at the loud chorus of agreement that rung out from his other brothers, enthusiastic to join in the celebratory moment and fully agreeing with their oldest brother's suggestion. Branch, too, voiced his agreement – the time felt right, and the joyous mood amongst them was just right – but only after he was released from the tight hug and could regain his breath. As he allowed his lungs to expand again, he heard John Dory begin to harmonize the beginnings of a song.

"Everybody..."

Branch recognized it right away. It was one of the songs that they used to sing all the time, in every concert that they'd ever performed at, every rehearsal, and sometimes even in their downtime when they simply chilled together in their pod.

It was Spruce who followed up in the harmony next. "Yeahahh..."

"Rock your body..." John Dory continued.

"Yeahahh..." Clay sang, picking up the melody.

"Everybody..." JD sang again.

"Yeahahh..." Floyd crooned smoothly, joining in.

Four sets of eyes fell upon Branch next, expectantly and kindly. They had all contributed thus far, and only he remained left. The blue Troll smiled, gladly adding to the perfect quintet chorus. "Rock your body, right..."

Reenergized, the five Trolls – brothers, friends, and family – struck a pose, side by side and grinning broadly as they let the song's beat drop.

"BroZone's back, ALL RIGHT!"

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What a celebration it had turned out to be!

The brothers sang their song all through the trip back home on the caterbus, and back upon the mushroom stage that was in Pop Village. Trolls from all tribes had gathered to see the spectacle that was BroZone 2.0 – AKA BroZone Reunion, BroZone: Here We Bro Again, BroZone: Where Did They Bro? Well, It Turned Out To Be A LOT of Different Places, But We FOUND THEM!! (Hey, the title was still a work in progress for them, but it could be dealt with later). Like it had many years ago, the feeling of being back on the stage filled them with life, making them each feel like they were truly home again. Clearly, it mattered not where they were, so long as they had had each other once more. But Branch could dwell on the sap later – right now, they had a show to put on!

Bounding up on the stage in a near perfect replica of how they'd done so almost two decades prior, John Dory, Spruce, Clay, Floyd, and Branch – all donning brand-new colorful hair-matching vests – made the crowd go wild with applause. The five wasted no time bursting into their song, recreating the Family Harmony flawlessly.

"Oh, my gah, we're back again!" Branch sang, spreading his arms out wide.

"Brothers, sisters, everybody sing ," Floyd sang, coming alongside his younger brother for a quick side hug.

"Gonna bring the flavor, show you how," Clay sang, busting a slick breakdancing move that looked to be a combination of a one-armed cartwheel and a split.

"Gotta question for you, better answer now, yeah ," Spruce sang, winking at the crowd.

"Am I original?" John Dory sang, gesturing to himself, snapping with both his hands and then making a finger gun.

"Am I the only one?" Floyd sang, placing a hand over his heart.

"Am I sensual?" Spruce sang, blowing kisses to some girls in the crowd who promptly fainted whilst he made sure his expression looked as suave as possible.

"Am I everything you need?" Clay sang, right as Branch finished with, "You better rock your body now!" The five sang the chorus all together, stepping in rhythm with each other, voices strong and proud.

"Everybody!

Yeahahh

Rock your body!

Yeahahh

Everybody!

Rock your body right..."

Automatically, the brothers all grouped together, pulling off their signature pose as they stacked themselves – John Dory and Clay at the bottom, Spruce and Floyd atop of their shoulders, and Branch being held up by the purple and magenta Trolls – and sang the last line.

"BroZone's back, ALL RIGHT!"

Cheering erupted from the audience watching. Right at the front, and being held back by her sister Viva, was an overly excited Poppy. She screamed joyously, tears of joy streaming down her pink cheeks as she jumped up and down.

"I LOVE YOU BROZONE!" she cried, and then even more loudly yelled, "I LOVE YOU BRANCH!!"

Around her, other cheers for the brothers were being screamed out.

"You're awesome, Clay!"

"Call me, JD!"

"Rock on, Floyd!"

"Marry me, Spruce!"

Poppy gasped when she realized that the last one had been called out by none other than her sister. Viva could hardly believe it herself, and she slapped a hand over her mouth, wide-eyed and blushing heavily. Had she really said out loud?

Spruce took it in stride, winking at pink Troll, and coming up with a brilliant idea. He waved his brothers over, guiding them further up the stage for a group huddle. "Branch!" he whispered, once out of earshot. "You know as well as all of us here do that it's time, brother."

Branch felt himself grow nervous when Spruce made the motion of putting an imaginary ring on a finger, while JD, Clay, and Floyd nodded approvingly.

He bit his lip, feeling his hands go clammy. "Y-you really think so?"

"Dude, she's totally in sync with you!" John Dory said, nudging Branch.

"I didn't get to see much of you two together," Floyd admitted, "but I can definitely tell that you've got something special going on."

"Hey, just make sure to have her save her sister for me, a'ight?" Clay joked.

"Nuh-uh!" Spruce quickly cut in. "She's already got her eyes on me, bro."

Clay laughed. "Yeah, good to see my comedic influence has rubbed off on you, Spruce. Because that's a good one!"

"It ain't no joke, I'm serious!" the purple Troll retorted.

The lime-green Troll blew a raspberry. "Yeah, right, she wants someone who's gonna make her laugh, not someone who's been sippin' one too many fruity drinks," he said, eyeing his brother's physique.

Spruce scoffed. "Well, you're not exactly a lightweight yourself, Clay!"

"YO, BROS," JD interrupted, before any more could be exchanged. "Mind staying focused here? This is Bitty B's Big Breakthrough!"

"Try saying that three times fast," Clay mumbled, before he and Spruce shot their blue brother an apologetic look.

"Sorry, Branch," Spruce said, "JD's right. This is all about you right now! So here's what we're gonna do..."

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"You like him, don'tcha, Viva?"

Viva wished she would stop getting prodded by Poppy's insistent questioning, and that the ground would swallow her up instead.

"I... I don't know!" she said.

"Then why did you go off screaming 'marry me!'?" Poppy asked, a sly smile on her face.

Viva flailed her arms. "Look, I just got caught up in the moment, okay?"

"Because you like him!" the Pop Queen concluded. Poppy giggled at the blush that spread across Viva's cheeks. She prepared to ask her another question, but paused when the band onstage began to sing again. Poppy whirled around, her attention fixated right on the boys instead, and Viva was extremely grateful for the interruption.

"Oooohhooo...

You're all I ever wanted

You're all I ever needed, yeah

So tell me what to do now

'Cause I, I, I, I, I, I want you back..."

Poppy blinked. Wait... wasn't that the song that they used back on the road trip? She wasn't complaining, the song was beautiful, and made even better with the addition of Branch and Floyd's angelic voices creating the five-part harmony. Poppy blushed, noting how her boyfriend's gaze was fixed solely on her as he sang the words, heartfelt and sincere. He made his way over to the edge of the stage, reaching his hands out so that she could grab on as he brought her up with him, still singing, still making her feel like the only Troll in the world and still making her feel so warm and fuzzy on the inside like he always managed to do. He pulled her close into a slow, sweet dance, left hand in hers, right hand on her waist, guiding them along the stage as they waltzed through the gentle ballad, a near replica of how they'd danced when Branch had regained his colors again.

"Baby I remember

The way you used to look at me and say

Promises never last forever

I told you not to worry

I said that everything would be alright

I didn't know then that you were right

I want you back, oh yeah..."

A light, carefree laugh escaped the Pop Queen when Branch briefly lifted her off the ground in a twirl, gracefully setting her down in a skilled pirouette, followed by a dip. Poppy felt giddy, her steps light, feeling almost as though she were floating on air. Branch's voice carried on ever so flawlessly, his sharp, blue eyes shining with the love specifically reserved for her and her only.

"You're the one I want

You're the one I need

Girl, what can I do?

You're the one I want

You're the one I need

Tell me what can I do..."

So caught up in the moment she was that Poppy hardly recalled the presence of the remaining brothers, that was, until their voices joined in the last chorus, amplifying what was already such a gorgeous melody and making it so much more magical.

"You're all I ever wanted

You're all I ever needed

So tell me what to do now

When I want you back

You're all I ever wanted

You're all I ever needed

So tell me what to do now

When I want you back..."

Branch pulled her close, releasing his hold on her left hand so that he could bring it up to her face, caressing the pink cheek that had grown warm with a blush. He twirled them around again, dipping close, teasingly close to her lips that it made Poppy's breath hitch, before he bent down, kneeling before her on his knees.

Wait, not knees, plural, Poppy noted, ONE knee.

The pink queen had to blink several times and shake her head to truly grasp the weight of what was happening. She had seen this motion before, seen it plenty of times growing up, in the Pop village, in all of the Troll tribes that she'd visited and in her visits to Bergen Town. This wasn't something ordinary, but rather, something quite extraordinary, something that only happened once in a girl's life, something that was fantasized about and only spoken of in awkward, blushing conversation with friends. Something that had to be experienced to truly be able to know how it felt. Something that was going to change the course of her life in such an unreal, positive way.

HOLY CUPCAKES AND SPRINKLES...

Branch is about to – He's gonna –

NO, he's not... is he?

Is he really gonna ask me???

I'm dreaming. That's it! I have to be dreaming. I fell asleep onstage, yeah, that's what happened!

Actually, no, that's silly, that couldn't have happened. I must be DAYdreaming.

Or maybe I'm NOT daydreaming.

Maybe this is a prank? Maybe Clay put Branch up to this as one big joke! Maybe he's just gonna ask 'Hey, Poppy, did you like the song?'

But NO... Branch is not like that, not with something like THIS. If this is what it REALLY is...

"Poppy..."

The Pop Queen almost jumped at her name, brought back to the reality that confirmed that Branch really, really was still kneeled on one knee in front of her. Her heart raced, pounding so fast and so loudly in her chest that she was hoping it wouldn't drown out his words. And the question that he may or may not ask.

He might change his mind.

He might start the question and then stop!

Is he really ready for this?

Am I really ready for this??

I think I am.

I HOPE I am.

Despite how loud Poppy's thoughts felt inside her head, there was no way that Branch could hear them.

What he could note, however, was the shift in his girlfriend's expression. From one of carefree happiness to understanding... and then to something that he couldn't quite place. Was it fear? Was it disgust? Was it joy that she was doing her best not to completely burst with? Branch suddenly felt his throat grow dry. Despite the fact that he knew they wouldn't be able to aid him – this being something that Branch had to handle himself – he still couldn't help but shooting a quick glance over at his older brothers. None of them had wives, so none of them had gone through what he was about to go through, but the pep talk that he'd been given in their group huddle still allowed him to feel some ease. John Dory gave him two thumbs up, grinning broadly. Floyd gave him a small nod, his grin far smaller than their eldest brother but still there, tugging the corner of his lip. Clay looked as though he was trying to prevent himself from laughing, and Branch felt mortified at knowing how much of a Puffalo in caterbus headlights he probably looked like right about now. His mortification started to go away though when he saw Spruce, mouthing the word 'CONFIDENCE' at him. You aren't confident, then she's not gonna think you're being legit 'bout it, Branch remembered him saying. It was confidence that he needed right now. Confidence, and honesty.

"Poppy," he started again, "I, umm... I didn't really plan a big speech or anything. Which, I know, sounds very unlike me – crazy-prepared bunker survivalist guy and all, heh heh..." He paused, letting out a chuckle. "But I did have a question I want to ask you. It's, um... actually something I've been wanting to ask you for a while now. And I'm not sure if you'll say yes, or if you'll say no, if you'll find it cool or too gross and weird. I'm not even sure if you're okay with me asking you in front of everyone like this!" – he gestured to the audience that Poppy had forgotten was even there – "But I won't know the answer to any of that unless I just go ahead and do it." Branch took a deep, calming breath, knowing that Poppy was hooked onto his every word, his every little movement and gesture, watching him closely, anticipating.

Everything felt like it was going in slow motion when he reached for her pink hand, grasping it gently in his, and using the other to reach into his vest pocket.

"Queen Poppy, you're the happiest Troll alive... but you might just end up making me the happiest Troll alive instead if you say yes to my question, which, not required... it IS your choice in the end, but, I uh, I've just really gotta know," Branch said, making sure he didn't continue rambling on and simply cut to the chase of what he was intending to say, the words that had long been aching to leave his mouth finally escaping his lips in a sweet, relieving release. "Will you... marry me?"

There. He'd said it. Finally!

Branch was trying incredibly hard to maintain his balance, even though the trembling that had overtaken his body did not seem to want to cease was doing him no favors. He kept his free hand steady as he presented the ring he'd obtained weeks ago. The ring was in fact a little ladybug-like creature, its shell a crystalline red beauty that shimmered so elegantly under the stage lights, producing a rainbow of iridescent beauty. But even with how pretty it looked, Branch knew it could never match how beautiful his Poppy was. Poppy who could very well end up becoming his fiancé before the end of the night was through, in as soon as the next minute.

She'll say yes, right? I mean, I DID tell her she doesn't HAVE to say yes, but... oh frosting, I really, REALLY hope she does...

The Pop Queen had grown silent, hearing the reactions of those in the audience. Some were gasps, some were hushed, excited whispers, some even wolf whistles. If Poppy strained to listen, she could pick out who exactly said what.

The Snack Pack, closest to the stage and witnessing the scene playing out before them in all its glory, were immediately riled.

Satin and Chenille already started to argue in hushed voices over what design to make for Poppy's wedding dress, while Biggie's jaw had dropped open, his pet worm Mr. Dinkles letting out an "Oh SNAP" in his deep voice (a contrast to the usual small 'mew' he would squeak out). Cooper and his brother Prince D let out an astonished "Daaaang," and were grinning, while Smidge let out her usual "Oh my gah!" in her gruff voice. Viva had clasped her hands together, absolutely thrilled, while Barb nudged Carol.

"Oooo, something tells me I'm gonna have to change 'Poppy's boyfriend' to 'Poppy's hubby'!" the Rock Troll whispered to her.

And Poppy? The Pop Queen's head was in a whirl. Had she heard Branch correctly? Even if she hadn't, she could clearly see her boyfriend (somewhat shakily) holding up the cute little ring up to her, with an expression of hope on his face. And that's when it hit her all at once.

Branch asked me to marry him. To MARRY him!! To be his wife!!!

Her love, the Troll she thought about every day when first waking up, and the last Troll she had on her mind right before she went to sleep. But even in her dreams he was there, and sometimes in them, they already were married! While she'd never told him, she was often finding herself fantasizing about their honeymoon, what he'd be like as a wonderful king, how they'd be as they watched their village thrive and how they’d grow old together. She suddenly felt horrible every time she played off his casual talk of marriage overall, making him believe that it was not something she wanted when it, in truth, was the complete opposite. She really, really, REALLY did want to marry him! She couldn't picture loving anyone else as much as she loved Branch. Her own fears for how he could possibly feel about it were what had held her back from admitting it, fear that he would not want it as much as she did.

But he DOES, she realized, if he's asking me. And you don't just marry someone just because!

Without realizing it, Poppy had started to almost hyperventilate, her breaths coming fast, and her cheeks wet with tears that she hadn't even realized were even pooling up in her eyes.

Branch looked concerned. "Poppy?"

The brothers were watching in awe, Spruce nudging JD. "Dude, I think he broke her!"

Barb was also thinking the same thing. "Uh-oh... I think Popsqueak's gonna totally hurl!" she said to the Snack Pack. The Rock Troll cringed, ready for a stream of rainbow-glitter vomit to come out of the Pop Queen's as soon as she opened her mouth, but was taken aback – as was everyone else in the audience – by the shrieking, joyous, enormous SCREAM that came out of her.

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS!!!!!"

It was a scream so loud that it could put ANY earsplitting guitar-riff that the Rocker Trolls did to the utmost shame. A scream that broke the sound barrier, bursting across the land like a sonic boom, possibly even heard in as far as the places that they had traveled on their journey! A scream that nearly busted her own eardrums from the force of it, the volume rattling her skull and nearly throwing out her voice. But she didn't care. She was beyond caring. All she knew was that Branch had asked her. Her Branch. And she said YES. Yes, she'd say YES! She wanted it. She wanted it more than she ever could have imagined, more than she could ever have hoped for – more than she even knew existed! And despite the hoarseness in her throat that had resulted of that all-powerful scream, she still continued to affirm her answer, in between what felt like the hundreds of kisses she was bestowing on the blue Troll's face. The Troll she was going to call her husband!

"YES! – mwah – YES! – mwah – YES! – mwah – YES! – mwah – YES! YES! YES! YEEEESSS!!"

Branch happily allowed himself to be smothered in her affection. Actually, he wasn't even sure if 'happy' was the right word to use. He felt as though he had beyond exceeded that word. What he was feeling was otherworldly. An exact word couldn't come to mind right away, thanks to his concentration being broken by the pink Queen and her dozens upon dozens of quick little smooches. No part was left unkissed. His cheeks. His forehead. His chin. His brows. His lips...

Branch's eyes bulged and a gasp escaped him right after he felt her sweet mouth press against his, even if it was for just one brief second. Reacting upon him, Poppy too gasped, and on instinct began to apologize.

"OH! I'm so sorry, I um, you see I..."

Wait a second. Why am I apologizing? A kiss wasn't something to apologize for, just like a hug wasn't! Well, I didn't even ASK him first if it was okay! Poppy argued with herself. I don't think he'll be upset... would he?

Branch eyed her, seeming to frown. "You should be sorry," he said, his voice seemingly hard.

Poppy froze, guilt overcoming her. Oh no! He IS mad!

"Branch! I..."

He put a hand up, stopping her before she continued, and finishing his own sentence.

"For not making it last longer."

And then, right there, in front of everyone and without any kind of hesitation, Branch leaned forward, closing the gap between himself and Poppy and pressing his lips against hers. Time itself felt like it had stopped, allowing the lovestruck pair to invest themselves solely in that incredible moment, cherishing it for all that it was worth. Poppy had heard in her youth that a first kiss – no matter if it was shy, bold, or a combination of things - was guaranteed to always be sensational. This was no exception whatsoever. The second his lips touched hers, she'd melted, her senses turning into a blissful haze.

As promised, Branch did make this kiss last longer. Two seconds passed. Then five. Then ten. He pulled apart right as second eleven ticked in, a look of sheer wonderment covering his features. For he, too, had felt an explosion of euphoria go off within himself. He hadn't quite realized just how starved he'd been for this. The possibility of ever kissing Poppy had only been a million in one, the way he saw it in the past. The possibility had gone on changing, becoming more of a chance with each time they got closer in bond to each other, until it had finally culminated to this moment right here. She was the only one in his focus, everything else around them a blur, his ears deaf to the cheers that once more erupted from their friends and family. And when she automatically leaned in for more - one hand reaching up to caress his deep blue hair and the other clinging onto him - he was right there leaning as well, meeting her halfway. They kissed again. And then again after that. And again after that, too. There seemed to be no end as he made up for every single time since they'd known each other that he had wanted to kiss her.

Right after he'd regained his colors on the Trollstice that the Bergens became their friends. Right after she'd been crowned queen of Pop Village. Right after their morning song on the day that they'd discovered the existence of the other musical tribes. Right after complimenting her performance when they'd been inside the jail cell of Lonesome Flats. Right after they'd confessed that they loved each other for the first time during Barb's World Tour. Right as they'd been sitting in the treetops, being serenaded by the brothers during their road trip. Right after every Hug Time that he'd ached to peck her lips before they'd parted from their embrace. Branch remembered every moment, and relished what had come of their adventures to now.

Spruce let out a low whistle in the meantime. "Boy, oh boy, you'd think they've never kissed before!"

"Dude, that's because they haven't," JD said. "I know because his girl told me!"

Spruce gawked at him. "WHAT?!"

Clay and Floyd seemed to surprise to hear this too. "Wait a minute," Clay said. "They've been together for how long?"

"And this is their first kiss?" Floyd asked, confused.

Spruce, the most bamboozled of the bunch, spread his arms wide. "Well thank goodness it's finally happened! Little bro don't know what he's been missing! And if it took this long for them to kiss, I can't imagine how long it's gonna take for them to have – Oof!" The purple Troll was cut off from his sentence, surprised to find that it had been his magenta brother who'd elbowed him in the ribs. Floyd looked at him in a manner that said "DON'T."

"What?" the purple Troll whined, rubbing the spot. "All I was wondering was how long it was going to take for them to have a family! Geez!"

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A/N: Songs used are "Everybody (Backstreet's Back)" (the BroZone edition, of course) and "I Want You Back" by NSYNC. And Dreamworks, I am once again asking for the Broppy wedding 🙏🥺😆

Well, this wraps up my first round of oneshots. I'll be brainstorming more once Trailer 2 comes out and will be picking up the stories from there. Thanks for commentary, likes, and reblogs so far! :D

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #brozone #broppy #branch trolls #poppy trolls #john dory #spruce trolls #clay trolls #floyd trolls #viva trolls #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes

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soshiharin · 6 months ago

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better than this world tour: new york

SETLIST

STYLING

CELEBS IN ATTENDANCE

— sabrina carpenter

— barry keoghan

— gigi hadid

— kelly clarkson

— ayo edebiri

HIGHLIGHTS

— it would not be an exaggeration to say that this was the most anticipated stop on the tour

— new york sones are lucky

— waiting for you now *gina linetti dancing gif*

— and bad ending??? yeah

— harin: hi madison square garden. i’m harin and we will spend the next two hours together. i hope this is enjoyable for you

— sone: I LOVE YOU

— harin: thank you

— the way her reply was so quick!

— everybody’s new fave plastic off the sofa was sung

— and dangerous woman 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

— better is that girl!

— and so is bounce back

— bother me outfit was soooo cute!

— and sweet fantasy had the crowd up and singing!

— so did you make me happy which was a surprise

— it would be a lie to say that pporappippam’s outfit did not cause a few hearts to stop

— bcs i mean… look at the material

— like it’s gorgeous

— secret love song highnote was GIVING

— she swapped out in the bed for breathin’ and the vocal slayage… yeah

— the encore stage took a while to start and everyone started chanting for harin obvi

— some sones had started singing genie in hopes that they’d get harin to perform it

— and then the words that caused sones everywhere to drop dead in unison

— “MADISON SQUARE GARDEN PUT IT BACK ON!!!”

— and then the last chorus of genie started playing and fans started screaming bcs there were FIVE (5) people on stage

— everyone obvi sang along to harin’s adlibs bcs theyre iconic💅🏾💅🏾

— and you know that stadium was LOUD and then you just got locals who are like🧍🧍😐 “what is going on”

— like the fanchants were heard from blocks away

— and you’ve got hyoyeon, tiffany, harin, sooyoung, and seohyun just slaying houses and boots down

— what a time, what a moment

— and the cheers continued even after they did their ending pose and the lights went off

— then the lights came back on and everyone could see the members clearly so the cheers got louder

— once more, the locals were just a teeny weeny bit super duper confused but they cheered along for support

— and as we all know, when two or more soshi members gather, chaos follows

— bcs why were they having full conversations on stage and having to constantly be reminded that they were at harin’s concert (not by her though bcs she was also invested in the convos)

— and at some point, hyoyeon gasped

— sooyoung: what’s the matter?

— hyoyeon: this is harin-ah’s concert and we’re taking up time

— seohyun: so thoughtful

— harin: but this works out for them bcs they keep complaining the concerts are too short so you can talk as much nonsense as you want

— and sones are just watching their interactions so happily, just soaking in the moment

— harin: you guys kept harassing me about “madison square garden, put it back on” so i made it happen. this kind of situation will never happen again, so don’t get any ideas

— and the members talked for a while just among themselves again

— seohyun: the people here that aren’t sones probably don’t know who we are

— you can always trust seohyun to be practical

— harin: then they can search you😐

— you can always trust harin to be blunt

— but they did end up introducing themselves bcs duh!

— and then they started walking off stage to let harin continue her concert but she stopped them

— harin: sit there *points at a little section of the stage where there are cushions to sit on*

— sooyoung, teasing: why? do you miss us already?

— harin: i want you there🙄 ur presence is comforting🙄🙄🙄

— seohyun, dragging everyone to sit down: unnie, i’m blushing🤭🤭

— and harin is just rolling her eyes but whats new?

— back to scheduled programming

— the encore continued like it normally does

— and her ending ment had people crying

— harin: this brings us near the end of the concert, just two more songs. thank you for coming and spending time with me tonight. i hope this was a good experience for you, see you tomorrow if you’ll be here tomorrow. and thank you to my angels over here, of course. i already told you when you arrived, but just having you on stage with me gives me a lot of strength, comfort, and peace of mind. let’s share many more stages together in the future

— and miss girl didn’t give the translator any time to translate it bcs she wasn’t saying it to the crowd, she was saying it to the members and they all knew what she was saying

— she fully went to the members’ little nook when singing my only love bcs who else is her only love🤨🤨🤨

— and then goodnight everyone!

— you already know #putitbackon and #soshimsg were trending on twitter afterwards

©️ jang harin

#ficnetfairy #snsd 9th member #snsd ninth member #snsd oc #snsd addition #snsd added member #snsd extra member #snsd member au #snsd imagines #kpop oc #kpop addition #kpop added member #kpop extra member #kpop au #kpop imagines #harin :: better than this world tour

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nowandforalways · 1 year ago

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"Never to change, ever to share...": An off-the-rails analysis of "Now And For Always" from the Lord of the Rings musical

Good day to you, my dears.

"Now And For Always" is my favorite song of all time and has been since I first heard it at age 16. With the revival of the musical giving us a ✨whole new arrangement✨ of the song, I decided now would be as good a time as any to analyze it as a whole and take a look at a few of the changes made to see how each version accomplishes exactly what it set out to accomplish with it's storytelling from a musical perspective.

A QUICK NOTE BEFORE WE START: While in the original production of the show, "Now And For Always" is clearly diegetic (that is, the characters in the show are actually singing the song in the world of the show), it's a bit more debatable in the new production. Samwise Gamgee is a wonder, but I find it hard to imagine him schlepping an entire guitar to Mordor - this ain't Hadestown, after all (the "Wait for me"/"And I'm coming with you" thing would require an entirely separate post 😉). Regardless, for the sake of analysis and also my sanity, we are going to say that the song is 100% diegetic in both versions of the show.

Key: NA = new/revival arrangement

OA = old/original arrangement

First lets take a look at what stays the same between both versions (which is most of the song, tbh) and see what can be seen. We're gonna get lightly music-y here.

This song is in 6/8 time signature, which basically just means that it's counted out in two groups of 3 notes each - 123, 456 - with a sort of slope-y feeling to it, like rising up to 3 and falling back down to 6. You can also count it in a very slow 2/2 (1, 2), with each of those being on the 1 beat and then the 4 beat of the 6/8 counting pattern. This time signature has the effect of making it slow and relaxing, but still sound Hobbit-y, in a rather country-ish way. This time signature could technically become a very fast waltz, and it does lean into a natural sort of swaying motion when you listen to it. Perfect for singing around the fire.

The rhythm of the song itself is interesting because it's very speech-like. If you try to speak the words out loud in rhythm, it doesn't actually sound that off from a typical English speaking rhythm. This makes it very easy to learn, and very easy to add your own words to, as its implied Sam and Frodo are doing as they sing it. Lassi Longren, the composer of the song, said that it wanted it to sound like an old song that the Hobbits all know and sing around the fire, and the idea of a song like this with a chorus that everybody knows and then verses that are improvised by individual singers makes a lot of sense (makes me think of, like, "The Campfire Song" from The Lightning Thief - a song that is also in 6/8 and with a very speech-like rhythmic pattern).

The chordal structure also contributes to this homey, comfortable feeling. The song is in the key of D major, which is a fairly middling key (it's the key that most pennywhistles are automatically tuned to!), and is constructed around just 3 chords, with 1 more thrown in there if you want the cadence on "strange and rare" to sound correct. This makes it extreeeeeeemely easy to play - like I can barely play guitar, but I can reasonably play this. For the music nerds, the chords are I, IV, and V, with a little vi for that one cadence I mentioned earlier. This is essentially the most basic group of chords ever created, and it seems very intentional to me - it makes the whole thing feel comfortable and familiar, like it's an old song you know, even if it's your first time hearing it (Fun fact: The Shire theme from the Peter Jackson films uses also uses this chord group!). The only this about the song that might make it tricky to sing along with is its range - it's more than an octave, which can be hard to span if you're not a practiced singer. But you know, sometimes you just gotta have that fun melodic contour. Song gets boring if it stays all within too small of a range. :P

Okay so that's all the basic musical stuff that's the same between both arrangements. Time for the differences.

The most major musical differences in the NA as I can see are: Frodo and Sam switching who is singing the higher vocal part and who has the lower part during the second chorus, different instruments being used for the solo instrumental lines, and the whole of Frodo's solo verse and chorus. These all serve the major thematic change in this moment in the NA, but I'll get to that at the end.

First, the vocal lines in the chorus. You all know how much I looooove that Frodo is always on the lower part in the original show (see this whole post I wrote about it here!), and I equally love Sam getting the higher part in the OA for this song. It fits his character and part in the song very well - he started it off, he's done the improvising bit; after one chorus of unison to make sure that Frodo has a handle on the melody, he can pop off. Young, dreamy, surprisingly poetical Sam, with his love for elves & beauty & all things that grow, gets the chance to soar, while Frodo stays lower, hanging onto the melody. It almost works like foreshadowing for their characters, with Sam audibly choosing to do so much while it seems like Frodo is just there, but Frodo's actually doing the arguably far more important part of carrying the melody.

In the NA, they are flipped - now Sam stays on the melody while Frodo pops up to the higher part, and it still works just as well. Frodo's actually been on the higher part for the whole show up to this point, cause that's just how Louis Maskell rolls (the one very significant moment where he sings a lower harmony to Sam's melody is right before he leaves at the Grey Havens, which I could probably write a whole 'nother essay about), but it doesn't screw with the character perception in the way I had initially feared. Sam starts the song, Sam's got the guitar, so Sam stays on the melody, to carry the thing through. This now leaves Frodo free to do his thing with Sam's support. And this is where I start heading into headcanon territory, but I can't help but think by the easy way he slipped into it that maybe Frodo has sung this part before. He canonically has a nice voice (the Breelanders like it so much that they make him sing "The Man In The Moon Stayed Up Too Late" twice in the book!), and it would make sense for a naturally talented singer to get enough experience singing that they are able to whip out a higher part just for fun - maybe, if they ever sang this one down at the Ivy Bush, or by the fireplace in the parlor of Bag End, this was Frodo's part. And speaking from the same character perspective, Frodo is also everything I described Sam as before - dreamy, poetical, sweet - he's just older and, at this moment, significantly more tired both mentally and physically. But, he hasn't lost his hope yet, so he can still reach down and bring out a past version of Frodo, one who could sing that part in the song.

Next, the instruments. This is pretty simple; there aren't a lot of changes, but the one significant moment is the use of a harmonica instead of a fiddle for the solo in the middle of the song. Both versions of the show have instruments associated with certain characters (harp for Arwen, whistle for Frodo, concertina for Gollum, etc.) but the NA has the advantage of having all the actors play instruments, so it becomes rather explicit. In this case, the harmonica is being played by and associated with Bilbo, and that's neat, because this is a continuation of a story that he was also a part of. The fiddle in the OA is more representative of hobbits as a whole, so it also works in context.

Aaaaand the last one, the arrangement of Frodo's verse and chorus. This one is a doozy, because this is where we will be involving my theory on the different reasons for Sam starting the song.

So, the first time I heard the NA "Now And For Always", I actually started yelling IRL "IT'S A HYMN" as soon as it got to Frodo's verse+chorus, because, well, it is. Lemme explain. The orchestrations shift from the guitar and strings of the rest of the song so that Frodo is backed primarily by the ensemble singing "Oohs" and some sort of drone bass note underneath that I can't figure out (probably like a cello or something). The tempo suddenly becomes a lot slower and a lot less "bouncy", so to speak - that 6/8 time rising and falling pattern that I described before is significantly downplayed, and there are a lot more complete rests in the music, and that gives the whole thing overall a much straighter feel. This all gives a very hymn-like effect, particularly the "ooh"s, because voices moving between chords like that in a homophonic way (that is to say, everyone changes notes at the same time) is common in chorale-style hymns, and the drone, because having something called a "pedal point" (one note held underneath multiple chords) makes the music sound a lot older and more solemn. This is in contrast to the OA, which has, while not the exact same backing in Frodo's verse+chorus (it does get slower, and more smooth and flowing in the instruments), certainly much less contrast between Frodo's bit and the rest of the song than the NA. They both do this, but the NA just a bit more emphasizes how serious Frodo is about what he's saying. It's also is a texture that we haven't heard yet in the show and won't really hear again, so it kind of demonstrates the changes going on in Frodo by this point, like he's becoming something not quite of the world (sort of like all those comments in the book about him being "clear" or having a light shining through him). From a practical standpoint, it's also because Sam had been playing the guitar this whole time, and now he has gone to bed, so no more guitar. But above all, the vibe that making it sound like a hymn gives it is reverence, and that is important for the next bit.

Hoo boy, it's extrapolation/headcanon time. I've done a lot of actual musical analysis, but there comes a point where you have to take all those things you've gleaned and start spitballing about what they mean when combined all together. Here's what I have landed in: The changes in the NA reflect a change in Sam's motivation for starting the song in the first place.

Lemme explain.

In the scene before "Now And For Always", the boys are discussing Frodo's realization that destroying the Ring means that the elves will leave, and that there will be no more magic in the world. It's as they reflect on these very big changes that Sam starts singing a song about how at least some things stay the same. NOW. In the OA, Sam and Frodo start off the song in much the same place, emotionally - they're both kind of moody and mournful, feeling shaken at the idea of everything changing in such a big way, and missing the days when they believed that stories always ended with things returning to a happy normal. Sam's line "We hobbits only really like stories that end just the way they started, don't we?" is sort of a rueful realization that they are both severely freaked out by all of this because they come from a place that values unchangingness so highly. Sam starts the song as a way to bring them both some comfort by reminding them of home. He then fills in the bit about Frodo during the second verse because Frodo mentioned special folk and great adventures, they're both so tired that everything's funny, and Sam genuinely adores Frodo and knows how brave and important what he's doing is. Frodo's verse about Sam, in turn, is sung almost like a lullaby, which makes sense, as lullabies are often directed at the person falling asleep. So Frodo sings to Sam as he falls asleep about how much he admires him right back, sort of returning the compliment, like in the book. The way he says "it's not me they'll remember, you know" just before he starts singing has this weird sort of regretful tone to it, as if Frodo has kinda always known that his would be a thankless task, and that Sam, taking charge and leading them around and taking care of them, will be the one who goes down in history as being instrumental. He has been seeing this whole time how much Sam has done for him, and he knows that in time, others will too.

In the NA, on the other hand, the vibes of the scene before the song are somewhat different. The lines do not change at all, but the attitude from each of them is different. Here, we have the exact same conversation, but Frodo is audibly more stressed about it (not to mention more audibly exhausted), and Sam, in response, is keeping his tone very neutral, almost lighthearted at times. That general vibe continues into the song, which I thought was weird at first, until I realized what Sam is doing. Frodo is very shaken by all the big changes that he sees coming, so Sam responds by reminding him about the songs that they used to sing the Ivy Bush - the ones where nothing ever really changes. He says the line from above about hobbits liking stories that end the way they started like he's reminding Frodo of a fun fact, which is that despite everything going on around him, there are still plenty of stories about heroes where things are allowed to go back to the way they were. In other words, while the OA of "Now And For Always" is two people trying to comfort themselves by singing something that reminds them of home, the NA is Sam Gamgee Is Going To Cheer Up His Best Buddy Or Die Trying, first by reminding him that plenty of things do stay the same, and then by getting a bit silly and describing Frodo as one of the heroes (who, I will remind you, are allowed to go home unchanged). He goes until he sees a sign that he has succeeded somewhat in his quest - remember my headcanon about Frodo singing the higher part being indicative of his old self shining through? That could certainly be a signal to Sam that his little idea worked. More likely, the fact that Frodo starts waxing poetic about plum cake (which is so valid of him, tbh) when a few minutes ago he had to be ordered to sit down and eat something is also a sign to Sam that Frodo feels better, at least for the moment. So he feels alright to go to sleep. And then Frodo sings his part. And THAT'S why the reverent tone I mentioned earlier is so important. Because it makes it seem like Frodo also realizes, in this moment, what Sam has just been doing, and what Sam has been doing this whole time. The pauses in the music make it seem like he's coming to awareness, step by step, of just how much Sam has done for him, and the only possible emotional response for something that earth-shatteringly loving is reverence. And THAT'S why the NA ending works so gosh darn well - it gets across everything that Frodo is thinking and feeling in this moment with the music as well as the lyrics.

So, yeah. I don't have, like, much of a conclusion for all this. These are just a bunch of things that I observed about these two songs and then my brain running absolutely buckwild with extrapolating conclusions from there. And a lot of this is my own interpretation of what I hear, so if you thought something different, that's totally fine! Also, this is entirely based on only being able to hear what's going on, so if you've seen the show and I got the vibes super off for part of it, please let me know. :)

Thank you for reading, and I hope to see you around! Heyday!

EDIT: The more I think about it and try to feel it in my body, I might call the time signature a very fast 3/4. Regardless, all my points still stand. Just wanna cover all my musical bases. :)

#lotr musical #lotr #lord of the rings musical #frodo baggins #samwise gamgee #now and for always #mary analyzes the lotr musical #i apologize for no cut but i'm only able to go on mobile atm and i really want to just throw this up #if i leave it in my drafts for any long i'll chicken out and never post it #this got a lot more headcanon-filled than i realized #oh well :P #if you saw a typo no you did not #thank you and heyday

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deanmonlover · 2 years ago

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with the lights out

a/n: I couldn't help but write this little blurb about a HC I had a while ago about corey and reader doing some good ol' karaoke while drinking and peepaw myers catching a glimpse of their fun 😂 anyways this was too much fun to write, hope you guys enjoy! 🖤

"I'm not sick but I'm not well and I'm so hot cause I'm in hell!" You sang into the makeshift microphone that was your empty white claw can.

Corey danced alongside you, a beer in one hand and of course chocolate milk in the other.

"Okay that can't taste good together." You made a face at the combination, sticking out your tongue after Corey took a swig of both before running to the sink to spit it out.

"I told you!" You said in a sing song tone, a smirk perched on your lips as you danced a little to the radio playing in the background.

It was 90s and early 2000s night on your favorite radio station. It put that asshole Willy the Kid to shame. You hated that bastard with every fiber of your being for all the horrible things he said about Corey on the air knowing good and well that he was listening.

With a good twirl around the room, you dance playfully to the music. Corey joined you with a little prompting as you grabbed his hands and pulled him back off the couch.

"Paranoia, paranoia everybody's coming to get me just say you never met me!" The two of you join in chorus singing into the empty bottle of chocolate milk.

Nights like this were too much fun. Corey never had this growing up, he didn't get to have fun. That word didn't pop up in his vocabulary until he met you. Love didn't exactly make sense either until you had shown him true affection.

"I'm running underground with the moles, digging holes." You sang, opening another drink to take a sip before setting it on the coffee table.

Corey grinned a little too deviously at that line, a little nod to the recent activity he had been partaking in, in and out of the sewers with Michael. He had been coming home later and later but tonight he got off early saying he had already taken care of a minor problem at work yesterday so Ronald said go have fun.

That translated to 'took care of someone that either was A) bothering you or or B) looking at you' which was probably the latter of the options as it had been a spur of the moment decision to go a party your best friend had been having. It was in another town over so surely no one would have known Corey right off the bat.

And no one did however, there had been a drunk frat boy there that had been eyeing you all night long. Corey definitely noticed and had been keeping tabs on the guy before he acted upon impulses and tried buying you a drink. You declined but the college kid kept insisting having slipped something in your drink when you weren't looking.

Of course your boyfriend had stopped you but not before making the kid drink the spiked beverage right in front of you. You had no clue what had happened to him later but it couldn't have been good because the next morning he had ended up on the news found dead under a bridge.

Corey was always there looking out for you because you did the same for him albeit in different ways but nevertheless the sentiment was there.

You took Corey's hand in your own and led him over to the couch, pushing him down by his shoulders with a playful smile adorning your lips. Straddling his hips, you slowly sink down onto his lap.

Corey's big brown eyes are trained on your every movement his breath hitching in his throat as you slowly roll your hips against his clothed groin. Nirvana's 'Smells like Teen Spirit' played lowly in the background just loud enough for you to lean in and sing softly in your boyfriend's ear.

"With the lights out, it's less dangerous. Here we are now, entertain us." You nipped at his ear playfully, pressing your lips against his cheek trailing lower with the line of heated kisses only stopping to unbutton his flannel. Corey's hands flew up to cup your face in his large calloused hands, practically smashing his own lips against yours.

Fuck he needed you and bad. It had been a hot minute but a mischievous glint shown in your eyes, hands flying up to pull his further down your body.

"Mm, mm it's my turn to give you a show." You purred, reaching up to pull at your tank top revealing a lacy black bra beneath.

Corey had quite boldly commented a while ago how good you looked in it and honestly it had been your favorite ever since.

Just as your hands slowly started to snake down your own waist, creeping towards the hemline on your skirt out of the corner of your eye you catch a glimpse of a blurry shape outside the almost pitch black window illuminated only by the pale moonlight.

You immediately stop, clumsily pulling back down your shirt, narrowing your eyes at the shape.

"Corey?" You questioned.

Too lost in the show he was getting, Corey shifted in his seat, his hands running up and down your supple thighs in anticipation.

"Hmm?" He blinked, snapping out his lust filled daze whenever he felt your warmth leave his lap.

You narrowed your eyes over at the shape lingering outside.

"I'm not giving you and peepaw out there a show. So tell him to go somewhere or close the blinds." You huffed, nodding out to Michael who was standing in normal stance behind a bush just staring into the living room. Corey groaned at the feeling of his hardened cock pushing against the fabric of his now tightened jeans.

"Damn it, get out of here." He motioned for Michael to go somewhere but of course the boogeyman stayed still. Your boyfriend reached backwards pulling the drapes shut promptly before pulling you back down onto his lap with an added thrust eliciting a soft moan from your lips.

"What was that about it being less dangerous with the lights out again?" Corey smirked, reaching for the lamp.

#corey cunningham #corey cunningham x reader #halloween ends

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ollieofthebeholder · 8 months ago

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to find promise of peace (and the solace of rest): a TMA fanfic

Read from the beginning on Tumblr || AO3 || My Website There's a soundtrack to this one if you're interested

Chapter 105: March 2001

Gerry gets back into town with exactly two hours to spare. It isn’t exactly optimal, but at least he’s able to grab a shower before rushing off. He has to double back when he almost forgets something important, and his mother tries to waylay him, but he manages to get away from her and catch the train just before it closes its doors.

Still, he’s a bit later than he’d like, and he just hopes Melanie is being optimistic.

The auditorium is crowded with families, from babes in arms to elderly folks, and it takes Gerry a good bit of scanning before he spots who he’s looking for. He distractedly thanks the student usher who hands him the folded bits of paper that constitutes a program and makes his way down the aisle to some seats on the left side of the theater, about three rows back. He’s in luck—there’s a seat next to Melanie that’s empty except for a bouquet of roses. From the fact that they’re mixed red and yellow, he guesses she’s the one that brought them.

“Does this mean you’re saving a seat for me?” he asks.

“Gerry!” Melanie’s face lights up, and she leaps to her feet and hugs him tightly. “Jesus, I thought you were still in Switzerland!”

“Luxembourg. Got back a couple hours ago.” Gerry leans over to shake Uncle Roger’s hand, then picks up the bouquet. “So, can I sit with you?”

“Duh.” Melanie plops back down into her seat and bends over to retrieve her program. Gerry notices she’s wearing the stole Alastair gave her for her ninth birthday, thrown over her jumper and jeans, but doesn’t say anything about it.

Instead, he opens his own program and skims it. There are two choirs that are more or less open—the Junior Choir and the Senior Choir—plus a Young Men’s Chorus and Women’s Ensemble, both by audition only, made up of students eligible for the Senior Choir but with a better grasp of things like pitch, musicality, and not bobbing your head violently along with the beat. This is Martin’s last year in the Junior Choir, and Gerry knows he’s planning to try out for the Young Men’s Chorus when they open up again…or has he already?

“Did Martin ever do that audition?” he asks Melanie, who would be the first to know.

“It’s not until next term, I don’t think,” Melanie answers. “It starts in the fall, after all. Anyway, he hasn’t said anything to me about it.”

Gerry hums as he skims the list of songs the Junior Choir will be singing. Unsurprisingly for the Easter term, there are a couple of songs that look to be religious, or at least trending in that direction—he knows “Because He Lives” is definitely an Easter song, and “One Song (A Song of Peace)” is probably similar—plus a couple generic spring songs, some songs that seem to just be for fun, and a single song in a foreign language, French this term. Gerry mentally braces himself for the typical childish hacking through the language.

“I haven’t heard Martin practicing any of these,” Melanie murmurs, also looking over the list.

“Well, you know, your mother isn’t well,” Uncle Roger says absently. “Martin doesn’t practice in the house so much, so he doesn’t disturb her.”

“There is that,” Melanie admits. She glances at the opposite page. “Ooh, the Young Men’s Chorus is doing ‘Diu Diu Deng’!”

Gerry is about to ask her what that means when the lights in the auditorium dim and everybody—for the most part—quiets down. It’s not like a professional performance where people understand what they’re supposed to do; it’s an amateur production, quality notwithstanding, and some people don’t seem to care how loud the crowd noise is as long as it’s not their child on the stage.

The Junior Choir, all neatly dressed in black slacks or skirts and white tops, file onto the stage in ordered rows, filling the risers as they do so, to enthusiastic applause and a few good-natured cheers. Gerry scans the group coming in; Martin, as both one of the older and one of the taller boys in the choir, is usually one of the first ones out so he can climb up and get to his spot, and he wants to get a good look at him before all he can see is eyes and hair over the row of faces going from plump to angular as they begin to change from child to teen.

But there’s no sign of him.

Gerry blinks, and looks harder—like Martin would be difficult to miss. But no, it’s only girls filing out now and climbing the risers. Martin is nowhere to be found. As the last child takes her position, the director, a man Gerry knows well by now, comes out and bows to the audience, then turns to the choir, waiting for the applause to die down so they can begin.

For his part, Gerry is having something akin to a mental breakdown. Could Martin have dropped out of chorus without telling them…or worse, been removed against his will? It’s likely he wouldn’t say anything; he wouldn’t want them to worry. But would he let it get this far—let them think he was going to be in the concert, knowing he’ll be found out? That’s not Martin’s style at all. He’s not the kind of person to put people out, and for them to show up expecting to cheer him on would be (at least in Martin’s mind) a huge inconvenience. He surely knows by now that they will come to all his concerts; Gerry might go out of town more often than he likes, but Melanie and Uncle Roger never miss.

So it must be something else. Something must have happened to him…but what? Surely he rode in with Uncle Roger and Melanie rather than walking himself, so something must have happened to him since they arrived, but—

Melanie slaps his arm urgently, not hard, just a frantic patting to silently get his attention. Gerry turns to face her as the choir begins a slightly clumsy but overall decent (to his ear at least, not that he’s paying a whole lot of attention) rendition of their first spring song. The question dies on his lips as she stabs her finger repeatedly at the back of the program. With the lights down, Gerry can’t read it from there, so he picks up his own program and turns it to the back, then holds it closer to his face. The back of the program is where all the members of the various choruses are listed, and his first reaction is to breathe a silent sigh of relief when he sees MARTIN BLACKWOOD right there on the page, immediately above ANDREW CARTWRIGHT.

It’s awfully low down on the page, though. The Junior Choir is usually right at the top…

Gerry’s eyes flick up, just a little, and he sees the word TENOR, which is also unusual, since the Junior Choir is only two parts as far as he knows—he remembers Martin saying once they don’t start really breaking them up until Senior Choir. Then his eyes widen as he realizes that Martin’s name is on the far right of the page…and the column is actually headed TENOR 1.

He looks again, and there it is—Martin’s name listed under the Young Men’s Chorus.

Gerry—there’s no other word for it—goggles. He knows you’re supposed to be thirteen to get into that group; Martin won’t be thirteen until August. Then there’s the fact that, according to Melanie, he’s not supposed to start in it until the fall. But yet…here he is.

During the applause for the latest song, Gerry leans over and whispers to Melanie, “He wasn’t in the Young Men’s Chorus at Christmas, was he?”

“No!” Melanie hisses back. “The most complicated piece they did was ‘Dona Nobis Pacem’, remember?”

Gerry does, but he’s been wondering if he misremembered. Still, Melanie wouldn’t have said Martin was still planning to audition if he had already been in.

He can hardly concentrate through the first half of the concert, barely manages to applaud at the appropriate times, but when the Senior Choir sits down and the director announces the Young Men’s Chorus, he leans forward, anxious and eager.

Bit odd to call them ‘men’ when they’re thirteen to sixteen, isn’t it? whispers a voice in the back of his mind, sounding amused, and Gerry has to admit that it is a bit odd even if they did append young to the front, but he supposes that if they’re referring to the Women’s Ensemble they can’t very well call it a Boys’ Chorus. His eyes flick back and forth along the line of boys, young men, whatever, as they file in. There are only about a dozen of them all together, and—ah, there he is. Third from the end, he’s the taller of the two Tenor Ones on the front row. Even from where he sits, Gerry can see that he’s visibly pale and nervous, only not fidgeting in his tuxedo jacket and bow tie because he’s too much the professional to do so. But as soon as Martin’s eyes lock on the director, a whole new demeanor takes its place. He’s still pale, but he’s calm and focused. Nothing will exist for him from here on out but the music.

And what music it is! Even Gerry, who really knows very little about music overall, is impressed. For such a small group—now that they’re all out, he can count sixteen, four to each part—they fill the space, and they sound wonderful. Maybe he’s a little biased because Martin is part of it, but he never felt this way about the Junior Choir, only that Martin was one of the few good parts of it, so they must actually be good.

They sing a classic song with a lot of “hallelujahs” in it, another song that invokes the stars, and a song that has Melanie sitting bolt upright and smiling from the very beginning. Gerry surmises this is the one she mentioned before the concert. It’s obviously a Chinese song, and just as obviously about a train—Gerry doesn’t speak it, but he gets that much—and from the bright look on all the boys’ faces, not just Martin’s, they’re obviously enjoying it. It gets the loudest round of applause of the evening so far.

Once the auditorium is quiet again, there’s a single note on the piano that dies away quickly. The director waves a few beats, and then the boys begin singing a slow, sonorous song that thrums in Gerry’s chest. “Brightly beams our Father’s mercy…from His lighthouse evermore…”

Gerry lets his eyes drift shut as he listens. The song is poignant and solemn, but somehow feels…important. It’s almost as though the song itself is a beacon calling to them; in fact, it gives him almost the same sensation as that song Melanie sang a couple years back to find Martin in the park, an incident he still shies away from thinking about too hard or often. It’s a song of hope, of steadfast faith, of assuring someone that you’ll be there for them, no matter what.

And then a single clear, pure voice rings out over the room. “Throw out the lifeline, throw out the lifeline, someone is drifting away…”

At that, Gerry’s eyes pop open wide, because he knows that voice. His lips part in shock as he stares at the stage. Martin, his eyes shining green all the way from out here as they fix on the director’s baton, sings the verses to the second half of what’s obviously a medley, alone and unaccompanied and unafraid. Martin, who is always nervous and afraid of putting himself out there, who stammers any time he’s put on the spot, sings with a confidence that’s no different than when it’s just the three of them in a park or on the river bank or on top of a hill, with the unfettered pleasure of someone doing what he’s always meant to do.

And Gerry, who has heard Martin sing a thousand times, who knows his voice is like this, is utterly entranced.

There’s a beat of silence when the whole choir finishes a reprise of the chorus of the first song, and then the audience nearly takes the roof off the auditorium with their applause. Martin’s cheeks turn faintly pink as the director gestures to him, but he doesn’t duck his head or back away, which is…honestly progress.

The boys do a fast, peppy song about putting bones together and taking them apart again, and then they end with an absolutely gorgeous song Gerry’s never heard before, but he recognizes the lyrics as being one of Martin’s favorite Byron poems, “She Walks In Beauty”. Gerry’s pretty sure he’s not the only one that tears up a little.

The Women’s Ensemble goes next, and in Gerry’s totally unbiased opinion, they should have gone before the Young Men’s Chorus, because they can’t hold up. The director calls everyone out for the final song, which they do at virtually every single concert, and then it’s over.

Melanie is beaming ear to ear as she turns to Gerry. “That’s the best one ever.”

Gerry can’t help but laugh at her. “You’re just saying that because Martin got a solo.”

“No, I’m saying it because it was amazing.” Melanie shifts the bouquet to one hand and punches Gerry with the other. ��Come on. Let’s go find him so we can yell at him for not telling us.”

The lobby and halls are crowded with people finding and congratulating their respective students. Melanie greets and congratulates a couple of girls she evidently knows at least in passing—as usual, they act polite but not particularly enthusiastic—but it takes Gerry a bit before he spots Martin trying to edge his way around the crowd. He nudges Melanie and points. “Look, there he is!”

Melanie shoves the bouquet at Uncle Roger and immediately starts threading her way through the crowd. She’s always had a talent for this sort of thing, and she slides through the gaps like water sliding through cupped hands. Gerry glances over his shoulder at Uncle Roger, unable to hide his amusement. “Well, she’s going to get there first. Shall we?”

Uncle Roger gestures. “Lead the way.”

Gerry is not particularly large or intimidating, so he can’t exactly shove people out of his way, and he’s not as agile as Melanie. He squeezes through whatever gaps he can, Uncle Roger’s polite “excuse me”s following him, and makes it to Martin’s side well after Melanie has attacked him in a tight hug.

“You’re an absolute ass,” she says, the delight in her voice belying her words. “Why didn’t you tell us you’d got into the Young Men’s Chorus already?”

“It—it was a last-minute thing,” Martin says, his cheeks turning bright pink. The blush gets even deeper when he notices Gerry. “When—wh-when did you get back?”

“Just in time.” Gerry comes over and hugs Martin, too. “What do you mean, last-minute thing? That’s not something you can just learn at the last minute.”

“No, I—I mean, not—” Martin swallows nervously. “It, um, over the break at half-term, Joseph White had to have his tonsils taken out, and something went wrong, so he couldn’t sing anymore. He told Dr. Clayton to run the auditions early and pick someone to replace him, and…well, I-I guess I was the only person to audition who could hit Tenor One parts who did well enough to start now?”

Gerry doubts that, actually, but he’s not going to say as much. Instead, he says, “But then you got the solo?”

“Not originally. It was supposed to be Kent Phillips, but he missed his cue one day and I just, I kind of jumped in out of habit, and Dr. Clayton asked me to take over.” Martin ducks his head, obviously embarrassed. “I know I shouldn’t have, but…”

“Yeah, well, obviously Dr. Clayton doesn’t think so,” Melanie points out.

Uncle Roger finally makes it over to them, smiling broadly. He presents Martin with the bouquet. “Well done, son. It’s a shame your mother couldn’t make it, but if you’d told us you had a solo, I know she would have been here.”

Yeah, right, whispers that voice in Gerry’s head. Gerry grunts his agreement without thinking. Melanie scowls momentarily, but says nothing. Martin, for his part, manages a tentative smile that at least looks convincing as he accepts the bouquet, even though he doesn’t actually agree with his stepfather’s assessment. “Thanks, Dad. I’m glad you could make it, anyway.”

“Wouldn’t have missed this for the world.” Uncle Roger rumples Martin’s hair affectionately. “Come on. After that, I think you deserve ice cream. Gerard, care to join us?”

“I’d love to. Thanks, Uncle Roger.” Gerry smiles up at the man and throws an arm around Martin’s shoulders. “He’s right. Let’s go celebrate, yeah? Even if you think it was an accident, that was a damned good performance and you deserve to celebrate.”

Melanie slides her arm around Martin’s waist from the other side. Obviously unable to protest, he lets them drag him outside, Uncle Roger leading the way.

Okay, the voice in the back of Gerry’s head whispers. Why this? Why tonight?

Why not? Gerry asks the voice.

Sorry, Ger. Not talking to you right now, just trying to work some stuff out. We’ll talk later.

Gerry feels something inside him warm, for reasons he can’t explain. But since his brain has just informed him they’re not going to be on speaking terms for the rest of the night, apparently—he swears he can hear someone laughing at him all of a sudden—he decides that’s a problem for later. For now, he’s going to concentrate on his siblings, and on his Uncle Roger, and on ice cream.

He can worry later.

#ollie writes fanfic #tma fanfic #the magnus archives #to find promise of peace (and the solace of rest)#gerard keay #melanie king #martin blackwood #the implication of timothy stoker

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paralyze-fic · 1 year ago

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Paralyze.

Chapter 67

After all the commotion was over, we had breakfast. I sat next to Katsuki and I refused to look at him. He was chuckling to himself, letting out a few mischievous laughs, and that made the rest of the squad scared.

"W-why are you behaving like this, Bakugou?" Kaminari stuttered whilst staring at him with confusion and fear.

"Yeah, you're being scary, man," Sero said now. Katsuki exclaimed an annoyed 'Eh?!', dropping his arm around my shoulders, and pulling me closer to him.

"I discovered a great talent last night," I could feel the smug smile growing on Katsuki's face, making me scoff. "And we'll kill everybody with our sound."

I saw Mina smiling brightly, jumping in her seat, "This is going to be the best Culture Festival!"

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When we finished our breakfast, every team went their own separate way. Without hesitation, I went to the dancing team, but Jiro dragged me with her after she hung the music sheet on the wall, the band team behind her.

"Aren't I... going to dance?" She laughed and nodded, sitting on the couch, I sat with her.

"You'll be practicing the dance too, but when we finish, I need you to come with me and help me write the song," I stared at her in shock.

"Write the song...?" She nodded smiling.

"Well, more like, I need opinions, I already have the melody but now I'm not the only one singing, so I wanna know what you think," I hummed in realization, and something behind her caught my attention.

"Um... I think Katsuki is going to murder Kaminari."

Jiro flinched and turned around, yelping and getting up. "Bakugou, don't do that!" Jiro looked at me over her shoulder for a split second, "I'll call you over later, (L/n)!"

"Yeah, sure..." I trailed staring at the current situation.

"(M/n)-kun!" I flinched and turned to the voice. Izuku was standing at the door, smiling brightly at me, "Mina is calling for you!"

Sighing, I got up from the couch and walked to him, "Let's go."

As soon as Mina saw me, she ran towards me, grabbed my arm and pulled me with the rest. "Okay, everyone!" She stood in front, dragging me beside her. Everybody stared at her, "I'm still deciding the choreography, but!" I jumped at her sudden loud voice, "I've got a cool idea!"

And a light chorus of 'what is it?' was heard.

"When (M/n) starts singing, he won't be right beside Jiro, he would move towards her!" I frown at her words.

"Could you explain it better, Mina-chan?" Tsuyu asked and Mina happily nodded.

She explained it with some classmates as an example. Mina made Izuku, Uraraka, Tsuyu and Shoji stand next to each other, "Now, (M/n) would be in some place like..." She held my arms and moved to stand on the far end.

Right between Izuku and Uraraka.

"If the band is in the middle," she made hand motions to Shoji's right, "(M/n) would walk out," Mina grabbed my hand, pulling me forward, "And as he moves to stand next to Jiro," now I was walking towards my right, "All of you," she gestured to Uraraka, Tsuyu and Shoji, "Would make room for him, covering his spot."

And she made me stay next to Shoji. After she did this, an understanding 'Ahh' was heard and she giggled, clapping her hands.

"Well, let's get to the choreography!"

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In the middle of our practice, I heard some shuffling of leaves around, I ignored it for a bit, but-

"Ah! Togata senpai!"

-Izuku's voice made me stare at him, following to where he was looking.

That is...

"Eri-chan!"

She was standing there, staring at us with a lost look in her eyes, gripping the strap of her little bag.

"(M/n)-san... Deku-san..." She said in a low voice.

Aizawa explained to us that she was brought here so she would get used to it. Iida walked up to her and introduced himself. Then Mineta made an inappropriate comment about our little Eri, so I activated my quirk to shut him up, deciding to paralyze his entire body while I was at it. He was struggling to talk again, but I didn't let him. Togata senpai stood in front of Eri, protecting her from our perverted classmate.

"Anyway, I'll be showing U.A. to Eri-chan." He turned to Izuku and I, "Midoriya-kun, (L/n)-kun, why don't you come too?"

Right as we were going to answer, the dorm door was opened, "Hey, dance team, we want to talk with you..." Eijiro poked his head out, but he stopped when he saw Eri. He came to her, while Mina said something about drinking tea.

And, yeah, after Izuku and I said we would be going too, we headed back inside to put on our uniforms.

As we walked out of the elevator, we caught the attention of the band. Katsuki stared at me with narrowed eyes, getting up from the drums and walking towards me. His right hand gripped my left forearm, pulling me close to him. We were literally pressed up against each other, Katsuki looking up at me and our breaths colliding. He didn't seem to mind the stares on us, but I did.

"Katsuki, what-?"

"Where are you going?" He growled in a whisper, side glancing at Izuku and his scowl deepened. "And why are you going with Deku?" I sweatdropped, and I glanced at Izuku briefly, doing hand motions for him to go ahead. Over Katsuki's shoulder, I locked eyes with Jiro, and she immediately understood.

"Well, we can practice without Bakugou, so... from the top!" She exclaimed in a nervous tone, making Kaminari, Tokoyami and Yaomomo listen to her.

Letting out a heavy sigh, my (e/c) eyes looked at the crimson ones staring up at me with anger... Well, thinking of the current situation, the anger was probably more like... jealousy?

I had to bite down on my tongue so I wouldn't smile brightly like an idiot at how fucking cute Katsuki seemed.

"We're going to walk around U.A. with Togata senpai and Eri-chan," Kaminari perked up at what I said.

"Oh, isn't she the girl you guys rescued?" I nodded at him a couple of times and a tsk made me look down at the jealous porcupine. He had a blush on his cheeks, and his eyes were looking away from me.

I smiled at him and leaned down when the band and the stage team weren't looking, "You'll have me all to yourself later, puppy."

He groaned and pushed me away from him, turning around and walking to the drums while growling like a wild animal. I just chuckled at him and walked out of the dorm, going to stand next to Izuku, Togata and Eri.

"Here I am," Eri looked up at me and extended her hand out to me. I smiled at her and held her small pale hand in mine.

"Let's go."

#paralyze fic #bakugou katsuki fanfic #bakugou x male #bakugou x male reader #male reader #reader insert #x reader

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yautja-lover · 2 years ago

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Headcanons of each Yautja on how they'll react to their human mate drinking c'ntlip.

Feral Predator's Reaction:

• Feral has just gotten back from his hunting trip and came back to Earth to visit you like he normally does, who accidentally left a bottle of c'ntlip behind from his last visit.

• He walks in to find that you have some how managed to drink almost half the bottle of the c'ntlip, let alone manage to stand while singing and dancing to your little oomans heart content.

• Your speakers blaring out loud playing 'Rude Boy' by Rihanna the sound almost starling your beastly and loving mate when he opened the door.

• Not only that you were completely naked.. well, almost naked .. nearly giving your mate blue balls at the sight of you wearing a see-thorough robe while singing and dancing.

• Singing the bridge of the song without even noticing that you have a visitor until you got to the last three lines "Come here right now.." while signaling him to move closer, which he did.

• "Take it, take it baby, baby Take it, take it Love me, love me" the two of you grinding against each other, until things got heated quickly during the chorus.

Scar Predator's Reaction:

• You were teaching Scar the human culture of how much fun it could be to drink and dance, you were planning on using a human intoxicating beverage.

• But somehow managed to grab the wrong 'pink drink' mistaking the bottle of c'ntlip for a bottle of Smirnoff Pink Lemonade, granted Scar poured the drinks for you but neither of you seem to notice your mistake.

• Or maybe, neither of you seemed to care.. I mean you deserve to have some fun dammit!

• While he poured the drinks you turned on the radio and taught Scar how to loosen up and have fun.

• It wasn't until 'I Need a Big Boy, Give Me a Big Boy' Speed Up remix by AA Records came on, when the two of you were bouncing up and down dancing silly while you sang along and he clicks his tucks to the beat of the song.

• At some point, Chopper was interested in what you two were doing and joined along "It's cuffing season And now we got a reason to get a boy I need a big boy Gimme the big boyyy, It's cuffing season And all the girls are leaving to get a big boy I need a big boy I want a big boy"

• Scar wraps his arms around your waist and lightly swings you around, as you sing "I need a big boy with polar bear arms, Keeps me warm when there's a storm."

• Meanwhile Celtic just stands there unfazed with his arms crossed, now that this has become a thing with you and his younger brothers while standing there thinking 'oomans are so pauk-de weird.'

Wolf Predator's Reaction:

• When Wolf found you drunk from drinking c'ntlip he was so pauk-de confused and a bit concerned on how much you've drank.

• Your behavior changed smashing things.. mainly your cup, being insanely loud instead of being your shy and quiet self.

• PAUK! You weren't even speaking your own language and the weird part was he's never heard you speak another language, except for when he's teaching you his own language.. but you weren't even speaking that, like what the pauk?!

• "Men trærne de danser Og fossene stanser Når hun synger, hun synger 'kom hjem' Men trærne de danser Og fossene stanser" what baffled, him the most was at some point during the song you would sing in your normal language. "When she sings, she sings 'come home' When she sings, she sings 'come home' then go right back to that other language.

• Wolf is just constantly tilting his head at you, like a confused puppy while keeping an eye on you.. especially, when you start making the 'sssh' noise to no one in particular then sing again.

• "I stormsvarte fjell jeg vandrer alene Over isbreen tar jeg meg frem I eplehagen står møyen den vene Og synger: når kommer du hjem?"

• After you were done you then, shouted "To Wolf everybody!" and downed the rest of your drink before slamming the cup on the floor, as you shout "Another!" while looking at your mate expecting him to pour you another glass.

• Of course, Wolf looks down at the smashed cup on the floor of his ship then looks back at you with a 'you really think I'm gonna pour you another glass, after that?' look before picking you up and taking your drunk-ass to bed.

Fugitive Predator's Reaction:

• You were having a really hard time and just needed a drink to forget about your troubles, your mate wasn't having the best week either.

• So the two of you started drinking the c'ntlip together until both of your head's start getting that buzz feeling.

• At some point, you started singing the sailor song from Jaws "Show me the way to go home, home, home I'm tired and I to go to bed I had a drink about an hour ago.." while Fugitive looks at you confused.

• So you ended up showing him the movie and watch Jaws while drinking.

Crucified Predator's Reaction:

• You weren't even sure why or when you started drinking the strange pink stuff but here you were drinking it like it's soda while listening to the radio.

• When Crucified walked into the room 'Still Alive' by Demi Lovato came on being a Scream fan, you started singing along while using the bottle, as your mic "Woke up under water Throat chained at the collar Couldn't get any farther From the daylight Was I still dreaming Stuck to a machine or Choking and screaming with my hands tied."

• Your mate is just staring at you in awe, as you sing and dance along to the pre-chorus "Callin' and callin' but nobody comes Fallin' and fallin' no air in my lungs Getting so comfortably numb Don't know how I opened up my eyes But I'm..."

• Crucified started dancing with you and twirled you around, as you sung the second pre-chorus "Chasing the ghosts that would haunt me at night Facing my past cause I'm up for the fight Somebody turned on the light I'm not afraid to open up my eyes And I'm..."

Yautja Language - English Translation

c'ntlip - intoxicating Yautja beverage

ooman - human

pauk-de - fucking

pauk - fuck

Norwegian Language - English Translation

Men trærne de danser - But the trees they dance

Og fossene stanser - And the waterfalls stop

Når hun synger, hun synger - When she sings, she sings

Kom hjem - come home

I stormsvarte fjell jeg vandrer alene - In storm-black mountains I wander alone

Over isbreen tar jeg meg frem - I make my way over the glacier

I eplehagen står møyen den vene - In the apple orchard stands the old man

Og synger: når kommer du hjem? - And sings: when will you come home?

#feral! predator #scar! predator #wolf! predator #fugitive! predator #crucified! predator #yautja headcanon #my writing #my posts

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capitalradio · 10 months ago

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i got that if you can play on a fiddle how's about a british jig and reel speaking kings english in quotation as railhead towns feel the steel mills rust water froze in the generation clear as winter ice this is your paradise there ain't no need for ya there ain't no need for ya go straight to hell boy gooo straight to hell boy wanna join in a chorus of the amerasian blues when it's christmas out in ho chi minh city kiddie say papaoapa san take me home see me got photophotopgoro graph of you and mamamamma san of your wand maam mama san let me tell you about your blood bamboo kid it ain't coca cola it's rice go straight to hell boy go straight to hell boy go straight to hell boy go straight to hell boy oh papa san please take me home oh papa san everybody they wanna go home so mamasan says you wanna play mind crazed banjo on the druggie drag ragtime usa in parkland international ha junkiedom usa where procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison the volatile molotov says hahahahaahaha straight to hell can you cough it up loud and strong the immigrants they wanna sing all night long it could be anywhere most likely could be any frontier any hemisphere no man's land there ain't no asylum here king solomon he never lived round here go straight to hell boy go straight to hell boy go straight to hell boy go straight to hell boy rizz

#izzie.text

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team-mavericks · 11 months ago

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An Unexpected Gift

Gatz bumped into someone at the festival, someone he has only known of but never spoke to. They spoke for a minute and they asked him for a favor. Being a rather close acquaintance, he agreed. Christmas morning, Gatz and Morgan snuck out super early to the town square before the break of dawn, making sure all speakers were live and ready. Gatz and Morgan took their positions, out of site from the public, waiting for the cue. The moment the Sun started to rise, the man nodded to them. With the speakers ready, the microphone on, and the lights coming on to display, the man raises the mic to his mouth and begins to sing with with a chorus of Chatot and Squawkabillys on the tree. And now, ready to wake everyone up gently, Raiden begins singing.

"Have yourself a merry little Christmas, Let your heart be light. From now on, our troubles will be out of sight.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas. (Merry little Christmas) Make the Yuletide gay. (Make the Yuletide gay) From now on, our troubles will be miles away.

Here we are as in olden days, Happy golden days of yore. Faithful friends who are dear to us, Gather near to us once more.

Through the years, we all will be together, If the fates allow. Hang a shining star upon the highest bough, And have yourself a merry little Christmas now."

Suddenly something floats up to the top of the tree, balancing on top of it. And chimes in loud and proud for all to hear.

"Here we are as in olden days! Happy golden days of yore! Faithful friends who are dear to us! Gather near to us once more!"

"Through the years, we all will be together, If the fates allow. Hang a shining star upon the highest bough, And have yourself a merry little Christmas... now."

The Victini flies off with all the singing bird pokemon and cheers excitedly, the birds repeating what Vivi says perfectly.

"MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYBODY!!! GOOD MORNING!! MERRY CHRISTMAS!"

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@vbholidayfestival

(This is Raiden's gift for @mirroredranger c:)

#guest muse: raiden #vbholidayfestival2023 #dash event #guest must: VIVI #VIVI HAS RETURNED #also merry christmas everyone!

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cool-brooklyn-us · 1 year ago

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WE WILL ROCK YOU

SoftCruella&FemRock Reader

Cruella had been pondering with fashion ideas since taking over the new named Hell Hall but she kept running up a blank which in return frustrated her as she threw her work onto the floor as she let out a sigh in frustration as Jasper walks in.

"What do you want know Jasper"

Jasper was taking aback at how Cruella new it was him before he even said anything

"Well I was thinking there's a rock open mic night happing at the park later maybe it will get your mind off of everything since you have been stressed"

Cruella turned looking at him before waving him off to leave not saying a word as Jasper leaves the flyer for her once he was gone of course she picks it up taking a look at it maybe getting out could be some fun.

Later that night.......

Cruella attended the so called open rock concert everyone she had listened to so far were absolutely dreadful in her opinion she was about to leave but a Y/H/C woman walked on the stage dressed in black jeans , black T-Shirt, black converse shoes and a black leather jacket as she spoke into the mic.

"Hi everyone my name is Y/N and tonight I'm gonna sing a song I wrote I hope you like it"

Suddenly Y/N started to stop her feet then clap making a beat almost then the crowed started to copy her as she smiled then began to sing even cruella found herself joining in.

"Buddy, you're a boy, make a big noise ,Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday You got mud on your face, you big disgrace ,Kicking your can all over the place, singin"

Cruella found her self smiling at this woman getting lost in her voice

"We will, we will rock you ,We will, we will rock you"

The woman slipped on a guitar as she took the mic off and began doing a jump stomp as she sang

"Buddy, you're a young man, hard man ,Shouting in the street, gonna take on the world someday You got blood on your face, you big disgrace Waving your banner all over the place"

The woman sang into the mic before pointing it at the crowed as she brought her hand to her ear as the crowed sang along.

"We will, we will rock you, sing it!"

"We will, we will rock you"

The woman smiled and so did Cruella as there eyes locked as the woman sent a wink to cruella

"Buddy, you're an old man, poor man ,Pleading with your eyes, gonna make you some peace someday ,You got mud on your face, big disgrace ,Somebody better put you back into your place"

The crowed and the woman sang along to the chorus as the woman began playing an electric guitar.

"We will, we will rock you, sing it , We will, we will rock you, everybody ,We will, we will rock you, hmm"

"We will, we will rock you"

The woman finished giving a bow as the crowed cheered loud as she then walked off the stage making her way to cruella.

"Hi I'm Y/N Redfield"

Y/N held out her hand for cruella to shake but cruella smiled a gentle smile before wrapping her arm around Y/N's as they begin to walk.

"So Darling how about you take me for coffee so we can then get fully...."

Cruella looks back as Y/N's Ass smirking before look at Y/N again.

"Acquainted with each other shall we"

#cruella #cruella 2021 #lgbtq #lgbt #cruella de vil #Estella × Reader #Cruella × Reader #SoftCruella #Female×Female #Lesbian

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kittyball23 · 1 year ago

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The Proposal v2 (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: A rewrite of the first half of my oneshot “The Prosposal”

A/N: Requested by @mariesme. Some stuff is the same as the original version, but there are some tweaks :)

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"Guys, I think this calls for a celebration!"

“Everybody…”

Branch recognized it right away. It was one of the songs that they used to sing all the time, in every concert that they’d ever performed at, every rehearsal, and sometimes even in their downtime when they simply chilled together in their pod.

It was Spruce who followed up in the harmony next. “Yeahahh…”

“Rock your body…” John Dory continued.

“Yeahahh…” Clay sang, picking up the melody.

“Everybody…” JD sang again.

“Yeahahh…” Floyd crooned smoothly, joining in.

Reenergized, the five Trolls – brothers, friends, and family – struck a pose, side by side and grinning broadly as they let the song’s beat drop.

“BroZone’s back, ALL RIGHT!”

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What a celebration it had turned out to be!

The brothers sang their song all through the trip back home on the caterbus, and back upon the mushroom stage that was in Pop Village. Trolls from all tribes had gathered to see the spectacle that was BroZone 2.0 – AKA BroZone Reunion, BroZone: Here We Bro Again, BroZone: Where Did They Bro? Well, It Turned Out To Be A LOT of Different Places, But We FOUND THEM!! (Hey, the title was still a work in progress for them, but it could be dealt with later). Like it had many years ago, the feeling of being back on the stage filled them with life, made them each feel like they were truly home again. Clearly, it mattered not where they were, so long as they had had each other once more. But Branch could dwell on the sap later – right now, they had a show to put on!

Bounding up on the stage in a near perfect replica of how they’d done so almost two decades prior, John Dory, Spruce, Clay, Floyd, and Branch – all donning brand-new colorful hair-matching vests – made the crowd go wild with applause. The five wasted no time bursting into their song, recreating the perfect Family Harmony flawlessly.

“Oh, my gah, we're back again!” Branch sang, spreading his arms out wide.

“Brothers, sisters, everybody sing,” Floyd sang, coming alongside his younger brother for a quick side hug.

“Gonna bring the flavor, show you how,” Clay sang, busting a slick breakdancing move that seemed to be a combination of a one-armed cartwheel and a split.

“Gotta question for you, better answer now, yeah,” Spruce sang, grooving along to the beat.

“Am I original?” John Dory sang, gesturing to himself, snapping with both his hands and making a finger gun.

“Am I the only one?” Floyd sang, placing a hand over his heart.

“Am I sensual?” Spruce sang, blowing kisses to his wife in the audience, who blew kisses right back at him.

“Am I everything you need?” Clay sang, right as Branch finished with, “You better rock your body now!” The five sang the chorus all together, stepping in rhythm with each other, voices strong and proud.

“Everybody!

Yeahahh

Rock your body!

Yeahahh

Everybody!

Rock your body right…”

Automatically, the brothers all grouped together, stacking themselves with John Dory at the bottom, Floyd and Spruce atop his shoulders, Clay hoisted atop them, and then Branch at the very top, while they all sang the last line. “BroZone’s back, ALL RIGHT!”

Cheering erupted from the audience watching. Right at the front, and being held back by her sister Viva, was an overly excited Poppy. She screamed joyously, tears streaming down her pink cheeks as she jumped up and down.

“I LOVE YOU BROZONE!” she cried, and then even more loudly yelled, “I LOVE YOU BRANCH!!”

Around her, other cheers for the brothers were being screamed out.

The teal and magenta bros smiled when they heard Trolls crying out “You’re awesome, JD!” and “Rock on, Floyd!”

Spruce’s family were really pumped, too, and his children in particular were very excited for the performance that their father had done.

“Great job, Daddy!”

“That was so cool!”

“Do it again! Do it again!”

The kids were so excited, in fact, that they didn’t even mind it when their mother and father shared the look that always indicated that, more than likely, as soon as Spruce climbed down from that stage, they would both share a great, big kiss (yuck!).

All of a sudden, through the cheering, a very distinct and exceptionally loud call of “MARRY ME, CLAY!” was heard.

Poppy gasped when she realized that the one who’d called it out was none other than her sister! Viva clamped her hand over her mouth, blushing heavily when she’d made eye contact with Clay. His blue eyes were as wide as dinner platters, and he’d grown significantly pale with shock. And if that weren't enough, his jaw dropped, too. Suddenly, his legs felt wobbly with a weakness that only being lovestruck could bring, and the brother stack began to falter! But, unlike the time they'd all tumbled onto the stage, the brothers acted quickly and managed to land on their feet, breaking Clay’s fall by combining their hair and making a sort of net to catch him in.

“Ah well, I guess that brings a whole new meaning to ‘falling in love,’ now, doesn’t it?” Spruce joked, nudging Clay once he’d helped him to his feet.

“I… um… well, I g-guess you could, err… say that…” the lime-green-haired Troll stammered, trying to keep his cool but not doing so well at it with the blush that was still bright on his cheeks. He couldn’t hear all too well from where he was upon the stage, but from what he could see, it appeared that Viva was faring no better than he with the bashfulness. Poppy had a gleam in her eye and seemed to be asking Viva questions about the outburst, while the Putt Putt Queen giggled nervously and twirled her golden hair in her fingers.

“Hey man, there’s nothin’ wrong with boarding the love train, bro,” Spruce said, breaking into Clay’s thoughts. “Which brings me to my other point…”

He huddled the brothers together, and whispered at Branch. “Now, you know as well as all of us here do that it’s time, brother.”

Branch felt himself grow nervous when Spruce made the motion of putting an imaginary ring on a finger, while JD, Clay, and Floyd nodded approvingly.

He bit his lip, feeling his hands go clammy. “Y-you really think so?”

“Dude, she’s totally in sync with you!” John Dory said, nudging Branch.

“I didn’t get to see much of you two together,” Floyd admitted, “but I can definitely tell that you’ve got something special going on.”

But, even with their support, Branch still looked quite uncertain.

“Look, bro, you got nothing to worry about,” Spruce assured. “I’ve already done this before, and lookie where that’s got me!” He peeked over at where his kids and his wife were in the audience, the latter of whom he flashed a charming smile to and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

John Dory rolled his eyes and tugged at his younger brother’s vest. “YO BRO, mind staying focused here? This is Bitty B’s Big Breakthrough!”

“Try saying that three times fast,” Clay mumbled, and then watched as Spruce spoke to Branch again.

“Sorry for getting distracted there, Branch. JD has a point, though. Right now, this is all about you!” He slung an arm around Branch’s shoulders and spoke in hushed tones. “So here’s what we’re gonna do…”

__________________________________________ A/N: The rest of it will pretty much go the same way I had written it in the original version :3

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #broppy #branch trolls #poppy trolls #brozone #john dory #spruce trolls #clay trolls #floyd trolls #viva trolls #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes

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