Madison: No way.
Penny: Way.
Madison: Oh my god, no wonder he’s so weird.
Harry: His dad’s swimmers were probably pissed, like.
Titus: Hurrr, where’s the egg again?
Bianca: Ew.
Madison: Hey, Robin! Can we borrow some of your dad’s liquor for the weekend?!
Aster: Guys, c’mon.
Madison: What?
[various exaggerated glugging noises – laughter]
Penny: Take the silence as a no then, Mutey?!
Aster: That kinda stuff isn’t exactly funny-.. if it’s even true.
Penny: It’s a joke, Aster.. lighten up.
Levi: Yeah, what’re you.. the joke police?
Aster: You’re just being tight for the sake of it at this point, give him a break.
Madison: Booooo, you’re no fun today.
Levi: Did you finally start your fucking period?
Penny: Awhhh does Aster need a tampon?
Titus: I bet Maddy’s got some extra wide ones.
Madison: Oh my god-.. I DO NOT!
[hysterical laughter]
Madison: SHUT UP!
…
Mr Ashwood: Where are you off to? Lunch is almost over…
[Robin ignored Mr Ashwood, whom he usually found quite benign, lest he burst into tears or unleash his boiling rage upon the poor, unsuspecting member of staff-.. he wasn’t the one that deserved it]
Mr Ashwood: You can’t leave in the middle of the day-.. Robin!
[Robin longed to say watch me, but his stupid mouth refused to cooperate with his stupid brain, leaving him no choice but to force the entirety of his frustration through his legs and into his pedals instead]
Mr Ashwood: Don’t think I won’t call your parents, ‘cause I will!
Friend!! For the writing prompts… let’s see. How about……. good luck babe by chappell roan. Or if you don’t want a song prompt, how about: pool day / cookout / bank holiday weekend etc
✨💛✨💛✨💛✨💛✨ to you dear friend!
Oh, oh Elaine, @oknowkiss you know the way to my little writer's heart!! Thank you for the prompt options, my lovely friend. What a great selection!
I do love a good angsty song prompt, especially one with these themes. This is Drarry gold; I'm not sure why I didn't think of it sooner, to be honest.
Based on "Good Luck Babe" by Chappell Roan. Big big thank you to my darling @basicallyahedgehog for looking this over. cw: angst, unhappy ending, implied infidelity (not really between Harry and Draco)
"I don't think this is working."
Draco's fingers freeze in their task of buttoning up his shirt. He blinks at himself in the mirror once. Twice. "I'm sorry?"
His eyes shift to Harry in the reflection. Draco feels a bit disgusted with himself at the immediate rush of affection for him; for this man with his cotton shirt and boxers, now nervously running a hand through his sleep-mussed hair.
"I've had a great time with you these past few months," Harry says. "But I don't think this will work out. I'm sorry if that's not what you want to hear, but you deserve the truth."
Draco’s speechless for a long moment before he asks, “And what is the truth, Harry?”
Harry looks away, and Draco nearly snaps at him to at least have the decency to make eye contact while breaking his heart—but he doesn’t.
“The truth is that I don’t think this will work out,” Harry says carefully. “There are certain…responsibilities and considerations I have to make—”
Draco scoffs. “Bullshit. It’s because of her, isn’t it? You’re leaving for her.”
Harry flinches. “N-no. I just…”
“You’re a lot of things, Potter,” Draco says coldly, fingers moving quickly to finish buttoning his shirt, “but a coward hasn’t been one of them. Until now.”
“Draco, please—”
"Fuck off." Draco grabs his wand and strides out of the bedroom.
He heads for the door, but Harry beats him to it, blocking his exit. “Just wait—”
“Get out of my way.”
“No, Draco, not until we talk about this.”
“What's there to talk about? You already said this isn't working. Why try to fix what you purposefully broke?” Draco spits the last word like poison, relishing the way Potter winces.
"I just want to explain."
“No! You said I deserve the truth, but the truth is, I pity Ginevra," Draco sneers. "She’ll get your name and your ring. But she’s got no idea she’ll be marrying a man who closes his eyes and fucks her while thinking of men,” Draco's sneer twists into a cruel smirk. “Of me.”
“But....I love her,” Harry whispers.
“You love her like a sister, Potter.” Draco reaches forward, using a finger to lift Harry’s chin until their eyes meet. “But she could never make you feel the way I do. No one can.”
Draco surges forward, capturing Harry’s lips in a heated kiss. Harry gives in immediately, and he barely seems to notice when Draco flips them around and presses himself against the door.
He pulls away, panting against Harry’s lips, and reaches one hand behind himself to grasp the door handle. “Have a good life, Potter. I hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for.”
With that, Draco opens the door behind himself and steps backward. He slams it shut, but the last thing he sees as the door closes is Harry, staying silent, but with one hand outstretched, reaching for him.
[laughter]
Aster: Nice catch, loser!
Penelope: Maybe if he cut his hair he’d see the ball coming.
Coach: Pay attention, Finch-.. and start moving!
Levi: Sorry.
…
[coughing]
Coach: [sighs] Take him to the nurse.
Madison: God, he plays one game and almost dies.
Harry: Lol-.. maybe he’s got gingeritis.
Penelope: Isn’t that when your teeth go all manky and fall out?
Levi: That’s gingivitis, idiot-.. and it’s your gums, not your teeth.
…
[bell ringing]
Levi: Where’s Robin?
Jacob: His mom picked him up.
Levi: Is he okay?
Jacob: Dunno.
𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄: madison beer, nessa barret, billie eilish, the neighbourhood, chappell roan, lana del rey, mitski, daniel caeser, megan thee stalion, and the weeknd
𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔: sturniolo triplets, layze, benoftheweek, deb smikle, alana linato, and ravon
𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒎: coraline, scary movie, perks of being a wildflower, thirteen, IT (2017), scream queens, shameless, blended (2014), gravity falls, stranger things, and girl interrupted
𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂: met the triplets 09.29.23 and saw madison 05.22.24 ! i shifted successfully 3 times, mini-shifted 4 times.
Boygenius Are Right at Home at Madison Square Garden
Boygenius – Madison Square Garden – October 2, 2023
Boy (!), did these people love those people. These people were all of us — the assembled throng at Madison Square Garden on Monday night, anyway — deeply enthralled by what was occurring on the stage and the vibe filling up the whole place. Those people were boygenius — the inspired supergroup comprising Lucy Dacus, Julien Baker and Phoebe Bridgers — headlining there for the first time and completely owning it.
Supergroups are usually good-natured stunts, or at least don’t feel set up for any kind of real longevity. Boygenius, on the other hand, are convincingly a band. The three principals share an affinity for the space where open-armed, melancholy, confessional folk-rock meets steely, fist-pumping resolve, and while their individual styles are different, boygenius are the through line among them where somehow all this deeply intimate, soul-bearing music translates to a huge stage, way bigger than its individual parts, losing none of its quietly (and sometimes un-quietly) devastating power.
They began the set a cappella, singing “Within You Without Them” from backstage in gorgeous three-part harmonies, like a next-generation Emmylou Harris/Alison Krauss/Gillian Welch. From there they took the main stage to rapturous applause in front of a sturdy four-piece band — drummer Madden Klass, bassist Tiana Ohara, keyboardist Sarah Goldstone and well-utilized multi-instrumentalist Melina Duerte — and sliced into “$20” and “Satanist,” both full-throated rockers, sometimes with screams, as if to remind us that despite sometimes-delicate music, this would not be a delicate show.
Throughout it, boygenius proved masters of balance. The three-part harmonies returned to great effect on tunes like “True Blue.” Each took multiple turns singing lead vocals, drawing briefly from their own catalogs — Baker’s “Favor,” Bridgers’ “Graceland Too,” Dacus’ “Please Stay” — but focusing largely on the already-formidable boygenius catalog — the tender, ethereal, pained “Emily I’m Sorry,” the heavy “Bite the Hand,” the stirring “Me and My Dog,” all highlights.
There were newer songs, too: The set closed with “Powers,” debuted a few nights earlier in Philadelphia and one of four tunes the band played late in the show from a B-stage, immersing in the audience — endlessly, that joyful, triumphant vibe. Joined by opener MUNA for the final encore, “Salt in the Wound,” boygenius left us feeling benedictory — take these good feelings and embrace them for how beautifully raw they really are. —Chad Berndtson | @Cberndtson