#i would get into concerts for free!!! because i would work there!!! chat with the bands!!! live my best life!!!

[steddiealltheway]

Thinking about Steve who has not a single idea about how social media works, but he downloads a few things like Instagram and Twitter only to check in on the kids. Other than that, he has zero knowledge of pop culture and kind of lives in that blissful bubble. Every once in a while, the kids will get a bit exasperated with him, but he enjoys listening to them explain things - and he knows they secretly love being able to rehash all the gossip.

And honestly, being out of the loop has it’s perks. Especially when he’s on a plane to Los Angeles, California to visit the Byers while they’re there for a concert and to do some sightseeing in the meantime. He’s sat next to someone who sits by the window seat but wears a baseball cap and sunglasses, curly hair tied back in a ponytail. He seems strangely on edge - maybe suffering from a hangover or scared of flying.

Steve can’t help but tap him on the arm. When the stranger turns, he has his mouth in a flat line looking strangely done with the conversation before it’s even begun. “Sorry, I was just going to ask if you’re okay,” Steve says.

The man frowns and tilts his head. He hesitates to reply, “Yes, I’m just… a bit on edge.”

“Tell me about it. This is my first time on a plane.”

The stranger’s mouth twitches. “Is it really?”

“Yeah. What about you?” Steve asks.

“I’ve been on hundreds of planes - would rather be on the road though,” the stranger says reaching up to grab at the end of his ponytail and twirl it around his finger.

Steve smiles and replies, “I get that. I’m Steve by the way.” He holds his hand out to the stranger who eyes it wearily.

“Eddie,” he replies quietly and shakes his hand.

Steve gets distracted by the rings on his hands and finds himself asking about them. The stranger looks at him for a moment, and, even with the sunglasses on, Steve can tell Eddie is strangely taken aback. Steve is about to take it back and apologize for… mentioning the rings? But Eddie points to the first one and explains.

The rest of the plane ride goes well, amazingly well even. Steve finds himself chatting away with Eddie and throughly enjoying his company - especially when he holds his hand while the plane takes off. He especially enjoys the moment when Eddie briefly takes his sunglasses out to look at the clouds, and Steve gets to see his beautiful brown eyes.

A range of emotions pass through those eyes before Eddie puts the sunglasses back on. Steve almost asks him to keep them off - entranced by the way they express everything he’s thinking. But that can be a dangerous thing, so he doesn’t press him about it.

When the captain announces that they’re about to land, Steve is truly upset to think about not getting the chance to see Eddie again. Maybe it’s the fact that Steve has taken a risk and finally left Indiana for once or maybe Eddie’s just one of the first people he’s hit it off with in a long time, but Steve asks, “Do you want to get coffee? After we land.”

Eddie’s tongue rests on his top lip, tracing it back and forth as he considers it. He finally responds, “I would love to, but I have an appointment as soon as we land.”

Steve lets the disappointment settle in him but tries his best not to let it show. “It’s alright.”

But Eddie fidgets with his rings, tongue still resting on his top lip as he debates something. “Do you have an Instagram?” He asks.

Steve laughs bashfully. “I do, but I never use it. Well, I do sometimes just to keep track of some kids I used to babysit honestly, like Dustin who I told you about.”

Eddie’s smile turns into a full blown grin. “Of course. Well, do you mind if I get your Instagram so I can message you with when I’m free? I would give you my number but… I’m afraid of it getting out. Not that you would do that but… people listening and whatnot…” Eddie spins his rings so anxiously fast that it makes Steve nearly laugh.

“Yes, I hope I remember it correctly because I didn’t come up with it,” Steve confesses. Eddie passes him his phone with the notes app open. He types in steve.the.hair.harrington and hands the phone back.

Eddie takes it back and laughs as he reads it. “It’s fitting,” he explains and reaches out to mess with a few strands.

“I try my best,” Steve replies with a shrug, wondering how he can get Eddie to touch his hair again.

“My hair stylist would love you,” Eddie says then freezes.

Steve smiles. “You have a hair stylist?”

Eddie struggles to respond but is given an out as the plane finally lands. He’s immediately reaching out to grab Steve’s hand, and he forgets all about the question.

Eddie doesn’t let go until people start making their way off the plane, using his hand to tilt his baseball cap a little lower and tuck in on himself. It’s as if he’s trying to avoid having someone see him, but Steve doesn’t want to pry so he doesn’t ask.

Eddie follows Steve off the plane and glances around once they get to the terminal. Then, he quickly pulls him into a hug and whispers, “Thank you for a normal flight.”

Steve has no idea what he means by that, but he just squeezes him back tighter. Eddie pulls away and lingers in his arms. Steve wants more than anything to take off his sunglasses and look into his eyes again.

There’s a sound of a camera going off that has Eddie jumping away and putting his hands in his pockets. “Think we’re near someone famous?” Steve jokes.

“Oh, I know we are,” Eddie says with a small smile that makes it seem like he knows something that Steve doesn’t. Before he can ask, Eddie is saying, “I hope I’ll see you again. Goodbye, Steve.” And with that he’s rushing off, pulling his baseball cap a little lower and directing his gaze towards the ground.

He’s strange, but Steve likes him.

The rest of his day, he has a spring in his step. And by the time he gets to his hotel, he collapses on his bed with a sigh of relief. He pulls out his phone and checks for any notifications before he realizes his phone has been on airplane mode. He turns it off and waits for a message from Robin or Dustin to appear on his screen.

Instead, he’s bombarded with notification after notification - including 27 missed calls from Dustin. He calls him immediately.

The phone rings for not even a second before Dustin is answering with a scream of, “Steve Harrington, why have you not answered your phone?!”

“I’ve been sightseeing. Is everything okay?”

“Check the photos I sent you!”

Steve rushes to his messages, finding them filled with people he hasn’t heard from in years. He ignores that and goes to his pinned messages with Dustin. He clicks on the first picture he sees.

It’s a poor quality photo of him and Eddie hugging in the terminal. He swipes to find a photo of him and Eddie holding hands on the plane. Then another one of him lingering in Eddie’s arm looking… very smitten. “Dustin where did you get these?” Steve asks swiping and even coming across a video of them talking on the plane, with Steve laughing as Eddie dramatically tells some sort of tale.

“Better question, how did this even happen Steve? Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Steve is thoroughly confused. “Dustin, I just met Eddie today. But seriously, how did you get these?”

There’s a pause on the other line and a breathed out, “Oh my god.” He can hear Dustin take a deep breath before he asks, “Steve, please tell me that you know who Eddie Munson is.”

“His last name is Munson?”

There’s a muffled scream on the other line before Dustin is launching into a speech about how Eddie is one of the most famous up and coming artists right now. And yeah Corroded Coffins does sound familiar, but it doesn’t click until Dustin explains that’s who Steve and the Byers are going to see in concert.

Oh.

Steve thinks back and everything clicks - especially the number of people who were staring at him and trying to sneak photos while he was out. He scrolls to a screenshot of a Twitter post with the caption, “did anyone else know that eddie munson has a boyfriend???”

Steve’s eyes widen. “Dustin, how many people think we’re dating?”

“The entire internet so basically the whole world,” Dustin says, and Steve doesn’t have time to even process that statement before Dustin is yelling, “Oh my god!”

“What?”

“Eddie Munson just liked a photo I was tagged in! Holy shit, he’s seen my face!”

“Yeah, dude, I told him all about you on the plane,” Steve says. And boy, that probably will not help with the kid’s ego.

Steve opens his Instagram, ignoring Dustin’s little screams on the other line, and takes in the sheer number of notifications. He quickly goes to his requests in his messages and finds one from therealeddiemunson. “Hey, Dustin, what does a blue checkmark mean?”

Dustin groans on the other line asking why it was Steve who got to meet him before finally explaining it. Steve accepts the request and stares at the message hey, you still on for that coffee?

Steve clicks on Eddie’s profile and his heart thuds. He’s pretty sure people aren’t supposed to have a “K” in their follower count. He looks at the recent photos and feels himself turn a bit red. He almost has no clue how the Eddie he met on the plane and Eddie Munson are the same guy.

“Dustin, if I turned down Eddie Munson for coffee would you ever be able to forgive me?”

“Don’t you fucking dare, or I swear to god I will never let my mom bake anything for you again.”

Steve laughs and with that he goes back to the messages and sends Absolutely :)

[athena-xiii]

Current Agatha All Along Theories based on the events of episodes 1-5, my sparse comic knowledge, funko pop leaks, and my wack ass speculations.

So first I wanna get my theories about Teen out of the way. Obviously that boy is Wiccan, but despite the mention of Mephisto, I think that they’re straying from the comics here. So based on the “near death in Westview” headline behind Joe Locke’s credit, the confirmed casting of Rebecca and Jeff Kaplan, and Agnes’ mention of seeing a car crash in the first episode; I believe that in the same day that Wanda released the Hex, there was a car accident in Westview that resulted in the death of 13-year-old Billy Kaplan. Billy Maximoff’s soul latched onto this now vacant body before Death had a chance to do her thing.

Now, speaking of Death with a capital D, let’s talk about Rio. It’s no secret that Rio is very likely Lady Death, but I’d like to propose the idea that she is also the marvel character gaea. Gaea is derived from the Greek goddess Gaia (aka Mother Earth) and is attributed as a sort of goddess of life. First of all, Rio has said herself that she is “The Green Witch” and fully healed the cut on Agatha’s hand by licking it? But most interestingly is the name Rio Vidal. Rio and Vidal mean river and life/vitality respectively in Spanish— which Rio speaks often. I think that Rio will be named as Lady death but her domain will extend to the whole cycle. A body decomposes and becomes one with the earth, thus giving life to the plants.

Anyways back to Teen. That’s right, I’ve got more. This time let’s talk about the sigil. So the fact that the sigil is described as clumsy, Agatha stating that the sigil works on the caster, and Teen’s sharp behaviour changes both before breaking Agatha out of the Hex and in episode 5 lead me to believe that Teen placed the sigil on himself. I think that Billy, knowing he needed Agatha’s help to open the witches’ road, broke Agatha free of her spell. After all, it’s like Wanda said, “If I need you, I’ll know where to find you.”

He then placed a sigil on himself to hide his true identity of Billy Maximoff from even himself. Billy chats happily about his life in eastview and about his parents throughout the show, and I believe that these are the memories of Billy Kaplan. Billy mentions going to a concert with his mom in episode 2, but is unsurprised by the comment “you’re so much like your mother” in episode 5. I believe this is because there are 2 mothers: Rebecca and Wanda. His sigil is broken sometime in episode 5 which causes Agatha to realize who he is and for him to have the powers he claimed that he wanted to gain on the road.

Because Billy isn’t looking for power on the road. I think he’s trying to get his brother back. Tommy Maximoff didn’t have a convenient body to hop into. His twin, the person who his mom told him would always be there, has been separated from him and he— like his mother was— is missing his other half.

Anyway, that’s all I got for now. I have no clue what’s goin on with Lilia and her premonitions

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Hii! I rlly love your Bill Kaulitz daughter fics 🥰

I was wondering if you can do a request when Bill goes live on TikTok and Bill stepped away for something and (teen)reader ‘subs’ in for him while he doesn’t know saying hi to her Uncle Tom and other uncles and talking to the chat or smth (I thought this was cute man but feel free to ignore!)

(this is very cute and of course! I'm glad you like my fics of dad bill and I hope you enjoy!)

Star Of The Live

The chat complained as Bill excuses himself only to blow up in excitement as you came into the room.

"Dad?" You called out before you noticed the camera with your uncle's faces on it and Tom waving you down.

"Hmm?" You hummed, picking it up and walking out the room with it, just missing Bill who came back.

"(Name)! You like my new look?" Your uncle Tom asked, a filter of a lemon on his head.

"Why are you using that filter out of them all?" You asked, giving your uncle a funny look.

"I have no filter, now I have no niece."

"That's rude, Uncle Tom-" you cut yourself off with a gasp and a smile, seeing Gustav joined the live.

"Uncle Gustav!" You exclaimed, happy and the camera in your hands almost shaking as you waved.

"Hey, honey. How's school?" Your uncle asked in his German, getting an eye roll and a scoff from you.

"Same thing! My bitchy biology teacher knocked me down to a D when I had an A! He graded my assignment wrong too!" You complained, your Uncle Georg and Tom laughing and your annoyance.

You looked at the comments, smiling at them until your eyes widened when one asked if you would like them to get your teacher fired.

"No, it's all good! It's fine!" You laughed, a bit nervously but shaking your head in amusement.

"You know he's probably gonna see this, and you gotta go back to his class?" Uncle Georg reminded, his eyes away from the camera only to look back and see your horrified face.

"Why didn't you tell me?!" You exclaimed, eyes wide and nervous as your Uncle Tom switched filters and laughed once more.

"You're the one who complained, honey." He reminded you.

"Shush up!" You exclaimed, groaning. "I'm still your uncle, y'know." He said, giving you a dead pan.

"Yet you once made me pay for a ticket to a concert because I said I didn't like your guitar solo." You reterated back, the Kaulitz genes showing the similarities in yours and your uncle's face really shining through.

"Eh, also because you used to be a piece of work when you came on tour." Georg added along.

"What did she do?" Gustav read a comment, smiling as your face dropped.

"She was a picky eater, she broke a lot of things, she once grabbed my phone and started singing frozen and said she was her father's daughter, which I don't know how she is. I busted an ear drum that day-"

Georg started listing off, getting shushed by you as he kept going.

"Why do you guys do this? People I know watch these!"

"Because it's fun, babe. It's payback for those years you terrorized us as a baby." Tom sassed back, and if you could you would smack him.

"I'm telling Heidi."

"Wait, no, she likes you better than me-" Tom tried, getting shushed by you once more before he looked offended.

"'Wheres your dad?'" You read a comment out loud, daking offence of them wanting to be rid of you.

"He's doing old man things." You stated, in a joking sort of tone before the door opened.

"Old man? What are you- did you take my phone, schön?" Your dad finally came back, standing behind you as you peeked up at him wirb a sheepish smile.

"Maybe?"

"If you wanted to be in it you could've asked." Bill laughed, kissing the top of your head as he sat back down beside you.

"Seems like my daughter is the star, today."

"I've always been. Always will be the apple or your eyes since the day I was born." You stated, smiling straight at the camera smugly.

"That's big words for you," your dad pointed out, getting a jaw drop from you.

"I'm offended, dad."

"You should."

[that-one-enby-ranger]

It's John Richard Deacon's birthday today so that means its time to yap about him so get ready

First of all, I fucking love this man. This man is amazing and has got to be one of the best people I have had the pleasure of knowing about. He is an amazing player, and even though I will admit he is probably not THE best, he is still, in my opinion, one of the best, and will always be my favourite.

This man is such a talented musician and I hate how underrated he is. He is one of the less open members of the band and is not as public, and of course isn't like Freddie, so he is often forgotten about by people who pay more attention to the music instead of the band themselves. He has written great songs for Queen which include Another One Bites The Dust, I Want To Break Free, You're My Best Friend (which he wrote for his wife and I find that so cute), wrote the bass line for Under Pressure (and then forgot it while getting pizza but lets not talk about that), Friends Will be Friends, Spread Your Wings and others

And then he has songs which are extremely underrated in my opinion because they are fucking GREAT. Misfire (great lyrics, truly poetic, can't believe someone could come up with such great words and meanings), In Only Seven Days, You and I, If You Can't Beat Them, One Year of Love, and I don't care what anyone else says I like Back Chat. He wrote other songs as well. Even though he didn't write as many songs as the other members did, he still wrote songs, some of which went on to be massive hits, and he still contributed a lot to the band.

There's a reason why the rest of the band chose him as their bass player. They tried out multiple different bass players and none of them worked out. Then they met John and boom they had the best bass player they could ask for.

John also knew engineering, and he is an electronics engineer by training. He created his own amplifier in 1972 and it is called the Deacy amp. That's fucking cool. I'm not an engineer of any kind, but I would guess that's pretty impressive.

THIS MAN IS A FUCKING FAMILY MAN. He loves his family so much and it is so sweet. His wife's name is Veronica and in an interview (I'm pretty sure it was an interview they did for The Miracle album) he said that one of his favourite songs was a song called Veronica or something like that because it was the name of his wife. He also has six kids which is pretty badass if you ask me. Plus he wrote You're My Best Friend for his wife and that is super fucking sweet especially if you listen to the lyrics and remember that he wrote that for her. "Ooo, you make me live."

We joke about John being the cute baby of the band, and even though he is adorable, he is also a complete badass and I love him for it. According to Brian May, John could make you want to crawl into a ball and die with just a couple sentences. That wasn't a direct quote but it was something similar. There was one time when the band were out recording for an album or something like that, I can't remember the specifics, but John pretty much just fucked off and went to Bali, and left a note on his bass case saying that he went to Bali. He wrote Misfire. He used to throw peanuts into Brian's hair while he was playing his guitar solos at concerts. He learnt to play the double bass in two days because Brian told him as a joke that he would need it to play '39 even though he didn't. He had tons of stitches in his hand from smashing through glass when he was drunk or something and he still played a gig. A photographer couldn't do a photoshoot for Queen so they payed John to do it and he tried to take pictures of Roger's ass. I'm like 80% sure it was Roger I can't really remember. This is just the stuff I can think of at the top of my head by the way, this isn't even all of it. If I could be bothered to get my phone and look through Queen folder to try and find all this shit then I could add more but I'm lazy. By the way, I haven't fact checked any of this shit and I am definetely not going to, this is just shit I've heard, so some of it may not even be true, but I don't care, I like to think it is.

He is the most quite and reserved of the band, especially when it comes to the public and I absolutely repsect that. Just because he's apart of one of the most famous bands in the world does not mean he has to be public outside of that. He didn't have too much attention put on to him during shows, and I can only assume he liked it like that, but he still had his own little prescensse and I love him for it. He had a little cocktail bar behind his amp ad during concerts he would be constantly going back to get drinks, so throughout the show he would be getting more and more drunk and would be getting more hyper most likely. During concerts he did little disco moves and dances and it was the best seeing him hop around in his own little area and do his own little thing.

HIS DECISION TO LEAVE QUEEN AFTER FREDDIE DIED WAS COMPLETELY VALID AND ANYONE WHO DISAGRESS CAN GO TO HELL. I heard somewhere that part of the reason why he didn't want to carry on wasn't just because of Freddie, but was also because when Freddie was with them, he felt that most of the attention would be on Freddie, but after he died, he felt that more attention would be on him and he didn't like that, and honestly that is completely fine and he can decide what he wants to do. He cared so much about Freddie and he apparently cried before going on stage for the Freddie Mercury Tribute Concert and he should not have to carry on with something if he doesn't want to do it

John is such a silly cutie. They all are. But today we focusing on John. I'm writing this while watching John clips and he is so cute and such a silly underrated guy.

Also, I noticed the John Deacon tag here only has like 7.something K followers and THAT IS CRIMINAL HE DESERVES SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT

He did the triangle in killer queen and that is the reason he has a microphone and I found that so fucking funny.

There is so much more I could write about him, but Im gonna stop now because I'm only half focusing on my deacy clips and he deserves more attention so I'm gonna watch that

Here have some photos:

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SUCH A CUTIE HAPPY BIRTHDAY THIS MAN DESERVES THE WORLD AND ALL THE LOVE AAAAAAAAA ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💝❤️💝💝💝💝💝❤️💝❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🎉🎉🎉❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🎉🎉❤️❤️❤️❤️🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🎉❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🎉❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🎉🎉❤️🎉❤️🎉❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🎉❤️❤️❤️🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[copperbadge]

Hi Mr Starbuck! Some friends and I are moving in a few months and we're eyeing various places all over the US. Chicago came up as a relatively affordable big city (compared to LA and NYC) and I have to ask the resident Tumblr Chicagoan his opinion. As a resident who lives and works in the windy city, what's your big pros and cons of residing there (especially things you might not encounter as a tourist)? (also, how accurate is your "guide to chicago" still, since its been a few years!)

Well, I definitely have opinions!

The guide to Chicago is no longer accurate -- too many places have closed or moved, and the pandemic altered a lot (for example the Money Museum still exists but I'm not sure if it has regular hours even now). I should do a new one but like, I really don't get out much anymore so I can't talk about restaurants outside of a VERY local area, and I never could talk much about hotels, which just leaves points of interest mostly already covered by Atlas Obscura. :D At this point it'd just be kind of moot, others are doing it better than I am.

Chicago is inexpensive compared to New York or Los Angeles, but like, that's everywhere in America. Chicago is still a quite pricey city to live in, mainly because the taxes are so high -- 10.25% sales tax, for example, and my property taxes are also pretty steep. People joke about Taxachusetts, but I'm pretty sure Chicago at least has it beat (and 2/3 of the state's population lives in Chicago or the outlying suburbs). Housing is not at a premium in the way it is in NY and LA but depending on where you want to live and how far you want to commute it can still be very expensive. My housing was never less than half of my monthly income until I bought this place, and then ONLY because the job I'm in now came with a $10K/yr raise from my last one.

Chicago does have great culture, great museums, great food, and it's a liberal island in a pretty conservative region. It is however quite segregated, so if you are any race other than white, living here can get a little more complicated than I've portrayed it as a white dude. There is significant crime and particularly gun crime, but it's generally confined to specific regions of the city. That said, even if you discount crime, the Chicago PD are corrupt as fuck and uninterested in being helpful, so if you are from a demographic the cops enjoy harassing, it will not be different here.

I do love the city, warts and all. I like the water, I like the people, I like the midwestern vibe. I'd find it very hard to leave, especially because I have a network of friends here, but also because I just plain like it and I know it really well. There is a very short list of cities I'd consider leaving Chicago for, and most of those would have to have a well-paying job waiting for me. But it did take me time to fall in love with it -- it took a few years before it felt like home.

It's a little difficult to get more specific without knowing more about your situation -- what you do for work, what your budget is like, what your goals are in leaving where you are. Do you prefer to drive most places? (Parking and traffic can both get dicey.) Can you tolerate taking public transit if driving is inconvenient? Is the industry in which you work something that has a lot of openings here? Do you want to live in an urban environment, and if so are you prepared to live in a likely somewhat shitty apartment to do so? If you prefer to live in a house, are you prepared for a long commute? What do you like to do for fun and is there a thriving culture for that here? What is it important to have access to -- museums, concerts, theater, sport? Where do you need to travel to regularly (ie, I go to Austin several times a year) and how do you prefer to travel there?

Anyway, yeah -- like, I love it but I have few illusions about it. If you want to chat further feel free to hit me up by email, happy to answer more specific questions!

[hyunsvngs]

So I was rambling about Skz in my friends chat and a thought came to my mind.

"You're a fan of Skz right? But also like a stripper- or sex worker and you're hired for private work and it turns out to be Skz who hired you. Dude I'd 100% take that as a win"

As an added joke I texted, "Fucking Skz would be a dream, getting PAID to fuck them is just being nice to me tbh" and we had a good laugh.

Then the cogs in my brain started turning and well…Now you're a sex worker that's also a STAY and you've been saving up money to go to Skz's concert that's coming up. One morning you get notified of an appointment you had that your boss scheduled you for THE SAME NIGHT and you were mad at first because this person booked you on such short notice and your boss didn't seem to care…but then you saw the amount of money they offered to get someone for that time specifically and you understood your bosses reasoning for accepting the client…clients? There's 4 of them…shit- You accepted it anyway because you weren't opposed and the money was good so eh, fuck it right?

And fuck you would, especially after you walk into your work room and find the four men you're supposed to sleep with are none other than Chan, Seungmin, Lee Know and Jeongin. You know just 4 of the most attractive men you've ever seen in your life. You know 4 of the members of one of the most famous Kpop groups currently. You know 4 of the men you would immediately drop to your knees for despite the majority of your jobs being with subs.

Chan and Lee Know convinced Seungmin and Jeongin to come along since the two were so stressed with the preparations for their upcoming concert and needed a little winding down.

Your 🧅s?

MY ONIONS ARE… this is so sexy. i’d do this for free ngl.

also i would like to propose the concept of virgin!jeongin. perhaps they sort this whole fiasco out so that jeongin can lose his virginity, and of courseee chan, seungmin and minho are all doms in their own ways so they’d love to control the situation. you make jeongin cum his brains out and then they’re like “damn, maybe we’ll have to try..” and you’re passed around. YUM

[mikachacha]

GIRL APOLOGIZE WITH TEARS RN FOR DOING THAT TO HAECHI IN THE WAY I LOVE YOU 😭😭😭

(i mean if you could do haechi x reader fluff is also okay 😗 but make it extra long pls)

𝙴𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍

Synopsis: You're a foreign artist on a tour and during your show in Korea, you met one dancer that seemed to have taken over your thoughts.

Warnings: angst & tooth rotting fluff for Haechi because my other big baby deserves some love 🫶 and because i did her dirty 😭😭😭

(A/N: im still quite busy that's why updates are very slow but i swear once my sched clears up, imma bombard yall with fics)

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You're a pretty famous foreign artist and currently on tour. You were looking forward to going to Korea since it has been a dream ever since you became big in the industry. When you were finally there, you took a whole day to explore and have fun before you started making preparations for your upcoming concert.

You're having some snacks in a café and when you looked out the window, you saw a girl with curly hair along with other women. They seem to be a group of friends who are having fun but you can't stop thinking about the tall one. She's way too cute, very much your type but it's a shame that you'll only be in Korea for a few days before you move to Japan as it's part of your tour. You sighed and pouted a bit, your own thoughts making you sad that you didn't even notice they entered the café you're at until someone from their group approached you with a very happy grin which made you feel happy as well as their smile is contagious.

"Hi Y/N, I'm Mini and I'm a huge fan.. Do you mind if I ask for a picture with you?" the girl, or Mini asked.

"Hiii oh my goodness. I don't mind at all!" you happily said. You took pictures together and she even asked you to sign her phone case, which you did. You invited them to your table to chitchat and get to know her and her friends since that's what you're known for by your fans. You always find time to sit and chat with them.

You learned that they're pretty famous as a crew of dancers and they even invited you to dance with them if you have free time that got you feeling giddy from pure excitement. Haechi couldn't help but be amazed at how beautiful, kind and humble you are. You're this famous artist but you're talking to them like you're just a regular, nothing special kind of person.

"Your hair is so pretty.. I wanted to have that but my manager said no. Still salty about it." Haechi's brain seemed to have stopped working when you complimented her hair. She was smiling like an idiot while a soft blush crept its way to her cheeks that got her team smiling in a knowing fashion as they watched their youngest blush even at the simplest compliment from you.

You hang out with Wolf'lo for the rest of the day, they were nice enough to show you around and they even teach you some basic korean words that you could use to interact with your fans at your concert. You wanted to invite them as your guest acts at your concert but they won't be able to perform due to them competing in a dance competition. You were a bit saddened but they promised to attend your concert so you gave them backstage passes then you parted ways with them since your manager will personally whop your ass if you didn't go back to the hotel you're staying at.

You and Haechi would constantly message each other on instagram whenever you're free. You enjoyed every second you spent talking to her and you even developed a crush on her though you constantly try and remind yourself that you're just staying over her country for a few days so it's not possible for you two to date unless she's in to long distance. You just basked in the attention you're receiving from her.

Unbeknownst to you, Haechi has been feeling the same. Talking to you has been the highlight of her day. She absolutely loved the messaging you, just getting to know you better. Her team has been teasing her for days regarding how close she is becoming to you, some even going as far as telling her to just fess up and ask you for a date before you go off.

The day of your concert came and you were very anxious backstage. You don't know how the Korean crowd will react to your performance and because you just love stressing yourself out by overthinking.

"Hey Y/N!" Haechi waved at you and you couldn't help but blush because one, she looks so cool and hot in her outfit and second, you have realized that you're definitely crushing on her.

"Hiiii I'm so glad you could make it! Where are the others?" you asked and she gave you a hug that calmed your nerves a little bit but got your heart racing from a different feeling that's far from the anxiety of having to perform onstage.

"I wouldn't miss this for the world. Mini and the others will be a little late. Think they're stuck at traffic.." Haechi says and you smiled, nodding your head. You wanted to chat with her some more but you were called by your director, telling you that you're gonna be on stage in a minute. You don't know what came over you but you gave Haechi a kiss on the cheek before running off. Haechi was left there stunned, blushing and holding her cheek which still has your lipstick mark on it. She smiled like an idiot as she saw you run off.

The concert was a blast and you're having so much fun. Performing and then seeing your fans enjoying themselves is what keeps you going. Halfway through the concert, you grabbed your guitar and asked for a chair so you can play more comfortably. You added this little number the last minute so nobody from the audience anticipated it.

"So uhm.. I'm gonna play a song. Well it's not one of mine but from Ms. Taylor Swift. I just wanna play it to get some feelings out of my chest." you spoke and there was a series of 'awww' and little squeals of excitement as you began to play Enchanted on your guitar. All you could think about while singing the song is Haechi, the bittersweet feeling of liking her but you couldn't tell her since you're only there for a limited number of days then you're also not sure if she likes you or not.

"This is me praying that

This was the very first page

Not where the story line ends

My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again

These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon

I was enchanted to meet you.." you sang your heart out then glanced at the back to see Haechi peeking and you gave her a slight smile while you continued singing.

"Please don't be in love with someone else, please don't have somebody waiting on you.." at that point, you weren't just singing anymore. You're sat there, trying to tell her how you feel and just hoping that maybe she feels the same way as you do.

You continued singing and Haechi couldn't help but feel mesmerized by how good you are and how pretty.. She's just so mesmerized by you. She could swear that her heart broke and melted at the same time when you looked at her as you sang. She could feel every emotion you've put into that song. She wanted to go up there, hug you and hold you close and assure you that she's not in love with someone else but then again, you're this famous star. You're from different backgrounds and she feels like you're meant for someone greater than her.

When you were done with the concert, you immediately ran backstage but was disappointed that Haechi wasn't there anymore. You changed into more comfortable clothes before you hang out with your new found friends and did some pictures with some fans. Maybe it really wasn't meant to be, you and Haechi are not meant to be together. It hurts a bit but you accepted it. Maybe it's for the best.

It was the last night before you're about to head off to another country. You're just packing your stuff and listening to music, you don't really feel like going out since you're a bit sad about leaving and not being able to tell Haechi directly about your feelings or going out on a date with her. You still talk to her but you feel kinda awkward now and just very down.

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn't notice someone was knocking on your door until you heard the third set of knocks. You quickly got up and peeked through the peephole to see Haechi, looking nervous as heck. You panicked a bit, you wanted to scream and cry and just hide but you opened the door for her before she can knock again. You looked at her, confused and she looked back at you, a relieved smile on her face before pulling you in for an embrace.

"Thank goodness you're still here.. Chocol and the others told me you're already leaving.." she says, her voice cracking and you rubbed her back gently before guiding her inside. It broke your heart seeing Haechi sad but you couldn't help but feel hope bubble inside you because she came to see you on your last night in her country. It got your hopes up that maybe, just maybe, she feels something for you as well.

"Well I'm actually just packing my stuff. I have to leave to go to the airport at 10 am tomorrow." you told her and she frowned, holding both your hands and kissing your knuckles. She held your hands like she didn't want to let you go.

"I know that there's not enough time for us. You're leaving for your tour and I'm not that selfish to stop you from leaving.. But Y/N I couldn't stop thinking about you. Ever since we met at the café, and especially when you kissed my cheek before your concert. It took every ounce of self restraint to not run up to the stage, hug you, kiss you and assure you that I'm not in love with someone else.. That I'm only in love with you but I was scared. Fear got to me so I left instead. I mean, you're this famous star with so many people lining up to date you and I'm just this dancer from South Korea. You deserve so much better.." Haechi finally confessed and you were stunned for a moment. All this time Haechi was also into you?

You cupped Haechi's cheeks and placed a kiss on her lips. It was soft, it was wonderful but it's also bittersweet. You're sharing your first kiss the night before your scheduled leave. You pulled away and rubbed your thumb on her cheek, smiling.

"If you can just wait for me until the end of this tour, I will come back for you.. I wanna give us a chance, I really do. But if you can't wait for me that long, I'll understand. But know this, what I feel for you is real.. I'm in love with you, Haechi." you told her and she nods, placing a kiss on your lips before embracing you.

"No, wait for me instead. I'm just gonna finish my prior commitments here then I'm gonna follow you where you go. I wanna be with you, no matter how far that is. As long as I'm with you then I'm gonna be okay." she told you, her eyes sincere and you nodded. She spent the night at your hotel room, just you and her cuddling together until sleep claimed both of you in its sweet embrace. Haechi went with you to the airport and before you went off with your team, you ran to her and gave her a kiss. You couldn't care less about people seeing, you don't really care what people are gonna say. All you cared about it Haechi and the love you have for each other. You smiled at her and she kissed your forehead before ushering you to go. You didn't say goodbye because you know for a fact that you're gonna see her again.

[glitzfang]

🦴 Lucien West (Fortnite) headcanons!

Warnings: none, I think. Might be OOC... Info: These are a little corny and not pieced together as smoothly as I'd wanted... Also they're in college (or just leaving senior year of highschool) here, I'm not sure what canon has confirmed, but I'm comfortable assuming they're at least 18 with the information I do know.

Here's my first official attempt at writing for the first time in several years! I hope it's not too bad, and that you can excuse details I might get totally wrong- Feel free to offer criticism, as long as its productive! 🪶

LUCIEN WHO...

Lucien who’s intimidating until he smiles —

Calculating amber eyes seemingly sizing you up, uncertainty keeping you in place, until his expression spreads into a sincere smile. So warm and genuine you can’t help but return it with one of your own.

Lucien who prefers the outdoors —

Especially when it’s a cool kind of muggy… Where fog just barely dusts the edges of the horizon (as far as you can see, anyways) and a breeze that has you acutely aware of the humidity; lowering the feels-like temp to something more appropriate for the early fall season.

Lucien who always finds a way to include Louie —

Carrying the plush wolf with him on his back, setting it up on the back couch cushions for movie nights, keeping it nearby while he studies to keep himself calm and motivated. Fidgets with the ears if he’s idle too long, restlessness a common occurrence for him. He will lend it to you to help you sleep if you ask, with the addition of himself. He doesn’t sleep without Louie, and Louie doesn’t sleep without him.

Lucien who listens to Weezer —

That’s it, that’s the post. Just kidding… like the rest of the group, he loves his music. And he loves to share it, an ideal hangout would definitely include sharing headphones and just vibing. Maybe surprising to some, but on top of the many, many Starfang concerts he’s attended with his friends, he also enjoys artists like Weezer, Bowling For Soup, and ABBA.

Lucien who tried to learn guitar —

Spent a good few months putting in a genuine effort, but ended up giving the guitar he’d gotten to Helsie. He couldn’t wrap his head around chords and the tab sheets he was practicing from… always had Louie as his audience. Now he’s perfectly content sitting with Helsie while she strums idle patterns over the strings.

Lucien who is a walking heater —

Lucien naturally runs on the warmer side, perfect for clinging to at night, especially in the colder seasons… not so much in the summer, however. This man is the cuddliest ever, and took up eating popsicles in the hopes it’d cool him down enough to continue having you casually wrapped around him in your shared downtime.

Lucien who insists on doing the cooking and snack prep for hangouts —

While Helsie is likely the most qualified for this, being extraordinary in her position as a bobarista, Lucien won’t have it. He says it’s because she shouldn’t have to do more of the same she does for work, but he actually just likes seeing everyone excited for snacks (everyone knows). Pins his hair up in an attempt to keep it out of the food, but… somehow at least one strand always ends up in someone’s share. It’s become a game of sorts, like pulling straws. Victim of Lucien’s hair is exempt from any after-hangout clean up.

Lucien who chit-chats when he can’t sleep —

Everyone has nights where they just can’t seem to get to sleep, and with how restless Lucien can be, it happens more than just occasionally. It’s hard not to notice the way his breathing never evens out as it fans across the back of your neck, and the way he’s fidgeting with the hem of your his shirt. It doesn’t take long after the fidgeting starts for him to offer up quiet conversation.

Lucien who worries —

He cares a lot for his family, for you, and for everyone’s future. Keeps the groups hunting gear properly stored and maintained — with the exception of Joni’s… she’s not comfortable with the idea of swapping her things around. The club trusts each other with their lives, but they still have personal boundaries. Lucien keeps you especially updated on the maintenance that goes into the gear, as well as every safety precaution he could cram into the couple hours you spend brushing up. Stifling at times, but he does mean well.

Lucien who is reserved —

As much time as he spends expressing his concern for the club members, he never seems to give himself that same grace. It doesn’t seem to be out of a lack of respect for himself, but rather an excess amount of respect for his friends. He struggles with the idea of giving anyone else his own burdens, and it takes time to get him to open up about certain things. Be patient with him and he’ll appreciate it.

NOTES:

Feedback is greatly appreciated! And I don't just mean tips for me personally... Send me your own headcanons, my asks are open! I want to get a feel for how the community characterizes him so I can improve :) Also... I want friends. 🪶

[utilitycaster]

genuine question, what do you mean by “engaged with the sorcerer class”? Do you mean narratively unpacking how/why a PC is their class, mechanically taking advantage of what it has to offer, or something else? (if youve answered this before feel free to just say so or ignore)

Hey! I mean narratively unpacking here (and I've chatted with the person who sent that so I feel ok assuming that was the intent).

I think in D&D it's important to understand why your character is a certain class, how they feel about it, and use that to inform them mechanically and in RP. I think with sorcerer, it's particularly important: it's not that interesting mechanically but it's also not an easy answer (eg: fighter is easy to answer). My favorite classes are the ones that force you to answer "why is this person this class" (paladin and wizard) but sorcerer, while it doesn't force you, does kind of demand it lest the character be one-note and boring.

Imogen is a great example of a good engagement with sorcerer. She has unexplained inborn powers that developed, disrupting her life profoundly. She's had a complicated path trying to understand them and at first wishing to be rid of them, before embracing them only to find that she might need to relinquish them for the betterment of the world.

Dariax is another much more low-key good example: he has weird powers he doesn't entirely get. He's not curious per se, but he is aware he has them and that there's some strange power that has a pull on him, which provides room for him to meet with the Observer later on.

Other good examples: Nydas Okiro and Saccharina Frostwhip (Calamity and ACOC respectively) both use a handful of lower sorcerer levels as the explanation of how they rose to some degree of power despite humble origins, and then multiclass into something else.

Finally, for an example of an entitled sorcerer played by a much more pleasant and watchable person, Mavrus in NADDPod is mostly just an asshole slacker who never had to work for his magic, and he acts it.

For Laudna...I can't take credit for this (it came up in conversation with @captainofthetidesbreath) but the concept of "I'd like to embrace my inborn weird shadow powers rather than be Delilah's unwilling warlock" is actually great. The problem is that Delilah's presence hasn't stopped her from almost exclusively leveling in sorcerer. It's tricky because I don't think the GM should necessarily force you into playing a certain class; but to actually make us narratively feel like Delilah meant something and that Laudna was striving to be a sorcerer instead, leveling in warlock until she scored wins against Delilah or until she made concerted efforts to tap into that shadowfell power within her would have fixed this considerably.

[freddiemercurylegendabovelegends]

"One evening, during dinner at the grand baronial table of The Manor, there was a phone call from Freddie’s girlfriend, Mary Austin. She had left The Manor to return to London earlier that day and now confirmed that she wasn’t feeling well – an ear infection.

‘I HAVE to go now! I have to go to Mary!’ he stated emotionally to everybody gathered at the dinner table. Fred would need to be chauffeured because he never drove. They were at that time living together at his newly acquired flat in Kensington.

I offered to take Fred. The manageress of The Manor diplomatically offered the studio car: a Ford Cortina estate. With Fred sitting up front beside me, we set off. I felt a bit uncomfortable with the car’s brakes, which were spongy and slow to respond. During the journey, we chatted about music and things in general, but I sensed Fred was tense – he really did care about Mary and wanted to be there with her as soon as possible. Approaching London at a roundabout on the A40, I changed down a gear and pressed the brake. Nothing. Oh dear! I managed to swerve and steer the car most of the way around the roundabout until it veered into a pile of drainpipes. As I fought to control the car, in my mind flashed the headline that might appear in the Melody Maker: Roadie Kills Pop Star.

The car came to an abrupt halt, and Fred and I looked over at each other and confirmed we were both all right.

Fred would take control – he would go for help! Neither the AA nor RAC stood before me on the roadside, not even the elusive, stylish Queen megastar, but Fred, in his faded blue jeans, white clogs and an embroidered black silk kimono a fan had given him on tour a few months previously. He had not shaved for a day or two and his dark stubble was proud, his carefully tousled hair now blew free as he wandered off towards some lights in the distance.

After about half an hour, Fred returned and explained the situation comedy that had unfolded. He had knocked on the door of the first house he came to and was quickly recognised by the people who answered. They let him use the phone and offered him tea.

When Fred’s car and driver arrived at the scene, he reassured me he had called The Manor and somebody was coming to pick me up. The car brakes were found to be faulty, and the police took no action against me.

Later, a music press interview offered Fred a dramatic opportunity to relate how the incident had affected him. He replied that his life had flashed before his eyes – and he had wondered who would look after his cats. ‘And the roadie actually screamed!’ Fred commended me for getting so far around the roundabout and never held me responsible. I still drove him many times after that – even in an old Transit van!"

- Peter Hince, 'Queen Unseen: My Life With the Greatest Rock Band of the 20th Century' book

- Peter "Ratty" Hince met Queen in 1973 when they were opening for Mott the Hoople, began working for the band full time during their 1975 'A Night At The Opera' album, and stayed on as the head of their road crew until their final concert in 1986, 'Magic Tour'.

Peter is currently a professional photographer -

👉 Curiosity

Interviewer: How did you become know as "Ratty"?

Peter Hince: When I started in the music business and being the youngest, I had to do the ‘dirty’ work, which included crawling on top of the dirty, dusty equipment to put small items in the tight spaces under the roof of the truck. I was very skinny and had long greasy hair and was nick named ‘The Rat’ by the truck driver on a Mott The Hoople tour. When I first started working for Queen full time, Brian May changed it to ‘Ratty’.

Maybe he thought it was nicer - and possibly after the character in the classic Wind in The Willows book ??

- Peter Hince, interview 2006,

(read more on http://www.queenarchives.com/qa/peterhince.html)

📸 Pic: Approximately 1977 - Freddie Mercury with Mary Austin

[misc-obeyme]

😭 okay attempt number two writing this because i accidentally closed the Tumblr app while in the middle of writing and lost my progress- I'M SO SAD

Mammon is desperately trying to convince them to not visit the record shop, even contradicting himself. Says they shouldn't be the first customers right at opening, that's rude. Or saying it's probably really busy and they should just hang out here. Goes as far as offering free stuff but only if they stay. None of this works.

I bet Belphie has the biggest grin on his face as they leave, with Mammon halfway through following them out the door to hold them back himself. But he can't leave his cafe unattended. He's so worried they'll embarrass him somehow.

Cue them arriving to the shop and I look up to say hi/welcome but I'm currently very occupied trying to make bracelets. And of course I don't recognize them from the cafe because eye contact? Who's she? I don't know her. I'm mostly better about it with people I know, but if I get embarrassed about something I can't hold it 😭 (No doubt Mammon and Solomon would totally do something like a chin grab.)

Anyway Belphie is having the time of his life looking through everything. Finds two CD's he swears he couldn't find anywhere online for anything less than $80. And some records he hasn't had time to order. This has become his new favorite place. Beel is happily carrying everything, very glad he researched beforehand.

They come up to pay and I very awkwardly make space on the counter, apologizing for the mess. Up close, Belphie confirms that he recognizes the bracelets. Even recognizes some lyrics/songs.

"You're going to the concert too?"

That one question gets me very excited and feel instantly less awkward. I start rambling about how it's gonna be my first concert, I'm so excited, it's my favorite band. Until I remember myself and cut myself off because wow I should not be talking two strangers ears off.

"It's okay. Our older brother is the same way with anime. We're used to it."

Beel saying that makes me feel even more embarrassed, but it's the thought that counts. I squint at him for a second because he looks familiar but I shrug it off. I ask if they're brothers too and Beel nods and confirms they're twins.

After checking them out, I offer them one of the bracelets I've already made. Belphie was already eyeing an infinity on high themed bracelet. Beel chooses Death Valley because it's one of the few songs he recognizes because it makes for good workout music. I end up giving them a pair of "Half-doomed/Semi-Sweet" bracelets because they said they were twins. They can have matching bracelets. (Belphie immediately hands the semi-sweet one to Beel).

Before they leave, Belphie catches sight of my "cursed" records display. He rolls his eyes and asks who would buy something like that. I shrug and say "You'd be surprised. I have someone who buys one every time he comes in."

It's only after they leave that I realize I didn't get their names, a contact, or anything. I may or may not yell into my hands because "I COULD'VE HAD KINDA FRIENDS TO GO WITH IF I'D ASKED THEM !! WHY DIDN'T I ASK?!" Now I'm still stuck going alone </3 (or so I think.)

I feel like Belphie would definitely show off his purchase to the family group chat. Beel shows off a photo of their hands next to each other with the new bracelets and says they made a new friend. Mammon is sending angry emojis.

"OI! Y'ALL BETTER NOT HAVE BOTHERED HER !! 🤬 I'LL KICK YOUR ASSES IF I HEAR ANYTHING!!"

Belphie will NOT be letting him live down his interest in this girl he was so desperate to keep them away from. Sending that message in the group chat was the worst idea actually because now EVERYONE is asking who he's talking about. Rip Mammon they're all questioning him.

GAH OKAY MY BUS STOP IS NEXT, I WAS WRITING THIS ON THE WAY TO WORK, AJWJDJF UM UM UM NEXT PART PRE CONCERT SHENANIGANS? OUTFIT PICKING? IDK WE'LL SEE AAA HAVE A GOOD DAY OKAY BYEE THIS WAS SO RUSHED

OH YEAH NEXT INSTALLMENT.

Belphie is such a little punk I love him. And BEEL trying to make you feel better, but only making you feel worse what a guy~

They're talking about Levi, you're talking about Lucifer, Mammon's freaking out in the group chat lkasdjfk.

I love everything about it!

Ohhh I'm so excited about the reaction when you realize you'll be with Mammon and Solomon for the concert!!!

Ahh this is so cute, I love it. I'm excited for whatever comes next!

[jihyocentric]

hi hi it's me the anon that suggested rockstar!au + bondage heehee here's my request! <3 rockstar!nayeon au where jihyo has a rope harness under her clothing and is plugged during one of nayeon’s shows. jihyo sent nayeon a picture of what she’s wearing before the show and teased her with “daddy’s kitten wants to be worshiped tonight ;)”. This can be pre or post jihyo getting her nipple piercings... brainrotting about that ngl

before the piercings bc i forgot to add them!

cw: bondage, light choking

right before nayeon has to go on stage, she receives a message from jihyo.

her girlfriend had told her she wouldn’t be able to attend to the concert, as it was in another city and she had to work. jihyo apparently changes her mind, and nayeon flinches when she opens the chat, the picture she received nearly making her fall off the chair.

jihyo:

i love this shirt

and a picture is beneath it. one that makes nayeon’s mouth water, clutching at the arm of the chair with her free hand until the skin turns white.

nayeon loses her breath, licking her lips in excitement when she reads something that indicates that jihyo is coming to see her, but she soon loses the smile when she notices she’ll come wearing that.

nayeon:

you’re changing your clothes before coming…

right?

jihyo:

i’m already in the car. don’t you like my outfit, daddy?

nayeon did. there was no doubt about that, her legs rubbing against each other tightly, her tummy aching with the thoughts inside her head. jihyo was asking for a good punishment. she knew what she was doing, and nayeon was crazy to give her what she deserved.

nayeon groans when she thinks about jihyo walking around without a bra, but she was wearing a loose shirt she stole from nayeon’s closet. hopefully, no one would notice it. under the shirt, jihyo had done a simple work with a red rope, tying herself up loosely, giving herself some mobility while she could still have it.

jihyo:

i know what you’re thinking...

i am wearing panties this time ;)

this time. the last time she did that, she wore nothing underneath a skirt and that resulted on her being unable to sit properly for days. jihyo continues then, as if having nayeon wet to her thighs before having to go on stage wasn’t enough.

and something else.. but that you’ll have to see yourself ^-^

nayeon thinks about giving her an answer but the words wouldn’t come, her brain barely functioning, and the thought of what else jihyo might be wearing makes her groan again, loudly this time, getting attention from her band mates.

before any of them came closer and saw the picture on the screen, she locks her phone. she couldn't let them see jihyo like that — sitting on her knees, with the shirt raised to her chin, holding the piece of clothing between her teeth and letting nayeon see the rope harness and her bare skin, nipples hardened as if she had been playing with herself.

a sneaky hand covered her pussy, prohibiting nayeon from seeing how wet she truly was. jihyo was indeed playing with herself before she took that picture, right on nayeon’s bed, and what nayeon saw was the result of fifteen minutes of self-pleasure. the flushed skin should give it away, and perhaps nayeon had deliberately ignored the wet sheets under her.

nayeon avoided to even think about it, or else she wouldn’t put a foot on that stage but go find jihyo, give her a few slaps and fuck her good, because that’s what she deserved.

that’s what jihyo was asking for.

the last thing nayeon sees from jihyo before going on stage is that she might only arrive halfway through the concert — which was good. nayeon didn’t want to perform while thinking about ruining her girlfriend or how her tits were blessedly bare under her shirt. knowing jihyo wouldn’t arrive soon brought some peace to nayeon’s heart.

nayeon’s peace vanishes once she sees jihyo.

she makes a few mistakes while playing the guitar and she hopes nobody noticed it. perhaps her fans could even say she was trying something new, experimenting on stage — she has done that before. changing notes, losing rhythm on purpose. but jihyo would know.

the smile on her face made it clear that she knew how mesmerizing she was, how she made nayeon nervous. she wore shorts that day — she thought about wearing a skirt, but even nayeon had her limits. nayeon had to finish that concert, bid her goodbyes to the fans, and only then she would be able to touch her, so jihyo was generous.

but that didn’t mean nayeon wouldn’t look. jihyo always found nayeon the sexiest like that: sweaty from head to toe, her hands making the guitar look smaller — she wondered if they’d wrap around her neck that night, because sometimes, when nayeon lost control, she’d take jihyo’s breath away.

quite literally.

while nayeon tried not to look at her direction, jihyo watched her, knowing nayeon was angry, wanting to test how far she could go, crossing her thighs and hence exposing more skin.

having to finish that concert was like being punished by god, with her girlfriend meters away from her, teasing her with the slightest movements such as running her hand through her long, wavy hair and biting the straw as she sipped on water. what a little demon.

jihyo was a naughty, naughty girl and only nayeon would know about that, because no one else had seen what she’s wearing under her regular clothes and no one has looked at her for enough time to see how dangerous she is, despite the clueless, innocent face.

when the show is over and nayeon finds her backstage, they exchange no words.

nayeon doesn’t excuse herself politely, she doesn’t tell the others where she’s going, but they would know because jihyo does. while she gets dragged out of there by nayeon’s strong grip, jihyo lets momo know she did a great job with a loud scream that’s barely noticeable as they were already at the end of the hallway, heading to where jihyo’s car was parked.

nayeon pushes her inside the car, getting in right after her, after making her way around the vehicle.

“drive.” nayeon snaps, teeth gritting and muscles tensing, angry as if she didn’t love that game.

jihyo whines. “we haven’t seen each other in days and that’s what you—”

“drive,” nayeon repeats. this time, she looks at jihyo. “or i’ll eat you here. and then at home, at any surface i can put you on. and then in the shower. and then on the bed, and i won’t stop even if you beg.”

jihyo trembles.

the proposal is tempting, and it almost makes jihyo stay put and not move a single inch of her body to begin driving. almost. but she starts driving. not because the thought of being eaten out in her car and anywhere nayeon wanted to fuck her wasn’t appealing enough, but because she needed the softness of a mattress to be able to take nayeon’s wrath.

the silence during the ride is thick, and when they get home — at nayeon’s, because that’s where almost all of their toys were —, nayeon is only careful enough to drag jihyo to the room and close the door, avoiding their pets from seeing their mom getting ruined.

“what was that?” nayeon huffs, holding jihyo’s waist with a hand, their bodies glued against each other, and when her fingers get lost in her hair, jihyo whimpers, knowing nayeon loves to pull it, even more after she let it grow. “were you touching yourself earlier?”

the honey-brown hair gets stuck on her fist and nayeon pulls it harshly, making jihyo’s neck exposed, a trembling moan coming out, escaping past her plump lips.

“i missed you,” jihyo mutters. “i decided to… leave a proof of my love. in your sheets.”

“is that so?” nayeon laughs, shaking her head just slightly, the tip of her nose brushing against jihyo’s throat. “did you use any toys?”

“n-no,” jihyo replies, feeling the pressure of nayeon’s hand on her stomach. she knew nayeon would try to stick it inside her shirt at any moment. “just your pillow. and my fingers…”

“i bet you wished i was inside you, mhm?” nayeon kisses her neck, and jihyo has to ground herself. “did you come thinking about my fingers in you?”

jihyo nods, almost instantly. “y-yeah,” she breathes out. “you’re not mad, are you?”

nayeon thinks about her question, with her hand still grasping jihyo’s hair. the thought of fucking jihyo until she was screaming and crying and begging her to stop was still there, but perhaps nayeon wasn’t as angry anymore.

jihyo was but a poor little thing, needy for her. nayeon nearly pitied her, but jihyo had to learn other ways to give nayeon a ‘proof of her love’.

“does it matter?” nayeon grins, and the hand that had been over jihyo’s tummy inches away. jihyo knows the answer. no. it didn’t matter, because the both of them wanted the same thing. “kneel.”

jihyo does just that, kneeling in front of her, hungry, her eyes dark. nayeon was still in her stage clothes — a heavy belt around her waist, holding pants way bigger than her size, and a shirt that jihyo wasn’t very fond of, because it showed her too much of her tummy and left her arms bare.

nayeon lets the belt fall on the floor without a care, producing a loud noise that makes jihyo shiver. her pants slip down to the ground as soon as the belt isn’t there to hold it anymore. jihyo kisses nayeon’s tummy as soon as she has the chance, hands pulling nayeon’s panties down quickly.

she receives a tug on her hair.

it was nayeon letting jihyo know that she didn’t tell her to do that. but she allowed jihyo to keep going, letting out a sigh in relief once jihyo’s warm mouth reached her pussy, savoring everything nayeon had to give her. jihyo’s tongue rolls around her clit smoothly, moaning against nayeon as she tasted her.

nayeon manages to place a foot on the bed, trying to hold herself in place as the lewd sound of jihyo’s moans and her wetness spreading on her mouth filled the room. her knees falter with the vibration of jihyo's moans against her core, the feeling too good, making her weak.

before she knows it she’s gushing all over jihyo’s mouth, clenching around nothing as she comes, and jihyo eagerly drinks everything that reaches her tongue, as if she’s been deprived of that for months.

“good kitten,” nayeon breathes out, part of the anger dissipating as she relaxes, body trembling as jihyo licks her. she pulls away, with her hand holding jihyo’s hair, and tugs it again, smiling as jihyo gasps and licks her lips, her cheeks and chin glistening with nayeon’s cum. “get up.”

“but…” jihyo wants to complain, she wants to be between nayeon’s legs for hours, but she needs a release. she aches to be filled, always greedy to be stuffed — and she wants nayeon to play with her. more than anything, she wants to feel like nayeon’s plaything. something about losing control to someone as smug as nayeon had always been extremely appealing.

jihyo gets up, suddenly aware of the plug nestled inside her ass when nayeon pulls her shirt up, throwing it to the ground like an animal, almost ripping it in a hurry.

“so my babygirl wants to be tied up,” nayeon coos and jihyo’s nipples harden, cheeks getting a faint pink hue. nayeon unzips her shorts, slapping jihyo’s ass once that piece of clothing is on the ground and giving it a squeeze. “oh,” nayeon mashes her lips, feeling something. “is that…”

“mmh,” jihyo hums, embarrassed. she had never used that on her own, and the times she wore it were all because of nayeon’s persuasion.

the way she reacts seems to have some effect on nayeon. jihyo’s panties were purposefully thin, thin enough for nayeon to be able to rip apart, and that was exactly what jihyo had in mind when she wore it under the ropes.

and so, when nayeon manages to rip it almost brutally, she gasps. nayeon was way rougher than she’d thought, clearly aroused with the thought of jihyo walking around with that plug inside her.

“lie down for me.” nayeon instructs, and while she decides the size of the toy she will use on jihyo, she watches jihyo getting on the bed and opening her legs for her — because she knew nayeon would ask her to anyway.

“don’t take long!” jihyo whines, waiting for nayeon to come back with the strap around her hips and the ropes to restrain her. she had been a bad girl and she deserved to be tied up and used until she couldn’t take it anymore.

“shh.” nayeon shushes her when she’s back, with the harness around her hips and a dildo attached to it. “pretty kittens keep their mouths closed.”

jihyo barely notices when nayeon places the kitten ears on her head, eyes fixated on the toy that nayeon carried around her hips, so wet that she was making a mess of nayeon’s sheets.

again.

“inside me,” jihyo mumbles, trying to touch the silicon shaft, but nayeon slaps her hand. “please, daddy! put it in…”

“begging will get you nowhere.” nayeon says, passing the rope around jihyo’s wrists, and only then jihyo realizes she’d been tied up.

her feet were already restrained, the rope tied to the bed, keeping her legs apart, just like her wrists, that were tied to the bed now. nayeon had full control of her body and jihyo moaned, her tummy aching, utterly aroused.

“give me something,” jihyo asks. it’s somewhat polite, and certainly endearing. nayeon loved it when she asked for what she wanted. “anything!”

“sending me that picture right before i had to perform was so bratty of you,” nayeon says, a finger pushing jihyo’s hair away from her chest, wanting to see her tits without anything on the way. “so slutty of you.”

“just wanted to give you a l-little encouragement to go on stage and come back to me...” jihyo moans at a twist of nayeon’s fingers on her nipple. “weren’t you h-happy to see me?”

nayeon holds the shaft on top of jihyo’s pussy, putting pressure on it, smiling when jihyo squirms, unable to move much with the way she was tied up. a beautiful sight lied in front of her — the decorative rope jihyo had worn herself earlier was still wrapped around her thighs, tummy and tits. the ones nayeon had just tied her up with matched it, making jihyo look like the prettiest rope bunny.

“i’m always happy to see you,” nayeon replies, the head of the toy prodding at jihyo’s entrance. jihyo’s hips moves, as if trying to make it slip inside, but nayeon pulls away. “but you can’t do that when i’m about to go on stage.”

jihyo closes her mouth, trying to figure out if it’s safe enough to push nayeon’s buttons.

“but i-it’s so funny when you make mistakes on stage ‘cause of me.” jihyo smiles, looking at nayeon with her flushed cheeks, her angelic face hiding how perverted she really was.

nayeon sinks in with a single thrust.

jihyo mewls, her back arches, and she yearns to scratch nayeon’s back and wrap her legs around her but she can’t, stuck at nayeon’s mercy, with her legs open for nayeon to do anything she wanted to. the feeling is even better with plug nestled inside her, making her fuller than she’s even been.

“such a little…” nayeon huffs, not finishing her sentence, fucking the toy deep into jihyo, fully aware that jihyo wasn’t prepared to take it in — but the slight pain made it all deliciously better. “next time i should just drag you on stage and fuck you in front of everybody.”

next time. depending on how that night ended, jihyo might learn her lesson and perhaps there wouldn’t be a next time…

jihyo whines at that, feeling nayeon’s weight on top of her, shaking with how good it felt to have her inside, greedily taking every single inch of her. she feels nayeon kissing her neck, and then a bite at the curve of her neck. nayeon’s lips stop around a nipple, biting it before she can put it in her mouth, using her hand to squeeze the other.

“daddy!” jihyo wails, wanting to close her legs the moment she feels close, but her attempts are all useless. “i’m… i- fuck!”

nayeon pulls away, the need to see jihyo falling apart making her keep some distance. she runs her thumb around jihyo’s clit, squeezing her chest with the other, a smug smile on her lips when she notices how jihyo tips her head back, ragged moans filling the room, louder than before.

“come for daddy, babygirl,” nayeon pushes, moving her hand up slowly. when she grasps jihyo’s neck, jihyo finally look at her. her eyes were glossy with need, a couple of tears had already fallen out. “you like it like this, mhm?”

jihyo nods, “harder!”

“harder?” nayeon laughs. “harder than this?”

despite the teasing, she puts more strength behind her thrusts. jihyo’s face was deep red — not only because she was shy after nayeon’s remarks, but because nayeon's grip around her neck grew tighter the closer she got to the edge.

when jihyo comes her eyes roll back and the pressure around her neck is suddenly bigger. jihyo can’t breathe for seconds, making her orgasm so strong that nayeon has to pull out. she squirts, legs trembling, and nayeon releases her legs quickly, untying her wrists then.

“everything okay, babygirl?” nayeon touches jihyo’s face, worried when jihyo didn’t open her eyes. “did i hurt you?”

“n-no,” jihyo’s voice comes out weak. “too good.”

nayeon sighs in relief, smiling as she caresses jihyo’s cheek.

“you’re ready for more, then?” she asks, already flipping jihyo’s body on the bed, pushing the plug even deeper with her fingers.

jihyo whimpers.

“yes!” she nods, her thighs wet with her own cum, body already nasty. “need you bad.”

nayeon takes a pillow, placing it under jihyo’s hips for a better angle.

“you really missed me, didn’t you?” nayeon smiles, kissing jihyo’s shoulder, easing the plug out of her slowly. “oh, poor little thing… don’t worry, daddy will take care of you.”

jihyo holds onto nayeon’s promise — she knew there was some sarcasm in the way nayeon reassured her, as if promising some sort of punishment, but jihyo would take anything nayeon gave her.

no matter how sore she would be the next day.

[endcant]

an incomplete list of things that are mundane but that i miss because i don't have access to them right now:

the foods i am allergic to now

dandelion tea

being part of a large team of people

making red bean paste

having a garden that isn't in pots on a balcony. it doesn't have to be big. i just miss the actual ground.

dancing without downstairs neighbors

sidewalks between me and almost anything i could ever want

getting somewhere early

having my own other place where i can lock things away and not just during work hours

being able to feel like i have a positive impact on people as regularly as i did at the tutoring center. but where else could i ever work that i can get profuse thank-yous every 15 minutes on the dot? with my skillset?

fishing with dad in california

bringing maple cookies to school friends in batches of 30

parking really far whenever i go anywhere and having a nice walk to and from my car

serving moms whiskey samples at noon on a sunday in a california grocery store

coffee and pumpkin jojos with my sister

walking a dog

feeding fish

the sierras

hot, dry, yellow landscapes

meeting someone else's older relatives every time i visit a friend's house.

feeling safe in a really big crowd of people

saving coffee for the security guard who would lock up at the art gallery i worked at for awhile. never got his name but i knew how he liked his coffee.

frequently meeting much older people who are currently attending community college and therefore are interested in learning new things

just having free agency to move around in much larger groups of people by myself in general (as a kid in california this experience was mandatory, as an adult in tennessee this experience costs a lot of money and also usually involves friends who expect me to stick with them the whole time)

piano with weighted keys

the scent of peach tea and wet dog at the same time

living in a room that was big enough for all of my earthly possessions and i never had to share that space with anybody and none of my stuff ever moved from where i expected it to be (thanks stephanie)

going to concerts in town

buying lots of books and having enough room to keep them all on shelves

when the creek's biodiversity wasn't obliterated by the city extending its gas pipelines to new developments

living somewhere WITH fences and WITHOUT "i will shoot you if you come onto my property" culture, both of which resulted in an overall better experience for Walkers

an incomplete list of things i have right now that i will miss if/when i do not have them later:

my roommates are incredibly generous and supportive and have helped a lot when ive had money problems

baldur is curled up on my keyboard and occasionally stands up, turns around and lays back down

both of my roommates laugh really loudly from their respective rooms at regular intervals

friend group chats are fairly active right now

the sound of cicadas is really relaxing

there were no dangerous storms for the past few days, so i have been able to go outside for basically any excuse

i have all the medications i need right now

i have my allergen-free spice mix that i can use anytime

i did a lot of laundry today and my back doesn't hurt. my back will hurt soon because i am about to do dishes, so i really have to enjoy this right now.

i am reading a library book about regional witchcraft right now. it is amazing. i will have to give it back, which is a little sad. i want to buy a copy one day when i have the money

i am not yet tired of the songs i am learning right now

all of my devices are currently functional

in general, my pain levels have been pretty bearable for the past month or so

our folding table is really helpful and not THAT bent yet

big lamp with daylight bulb keeps me sane

tall, thin, blessed candle that i got as a gift from a priestess will one day be used up or lost or broken

i have lots of art supplies right now

i have something specific to look forward to that is guaranteed to happen and that i can prepare for all i like in any way i want, but ultimately i'll still "succeed" in some basic way as long as i show up

there is a poem i want to memorize

[supercantaloupe]

rambling from work (youth orchestra) tonight. ignore me

new part time assistant conductor/manager/violin coach at youth orchestra and it's my beloved violin friend from brahms violin concerto !! i was so delighted to see her i immediately threw my hands open for a hug when she walked into the rehearsal room to help set up before rehearsal tonight. it's good to have another pair of hands helping out since our other asst conductor, while he's wonderful at what he does, can't make every rehearsal all the time due to family commitments. on that note i told maestro that i have to take a required class next semester on wednesday afternoons that will prevent me from being able to get to youth orchestra rehearsals in time to set up before rehearsal starts...but we move. it's an unavoidable conflict (required course for my degree and the last one i need before i can be officially done) so the others will just have to pitch in more to help set up in my absence. i also mentioned that i may have to take a class on tuesday evenings which would overlap and conflict with orchestra rehearsals, but it turns out that won't even be an issue because la boheme in the spring is gonna be a reduced orchestration with only one oboe part so i wasn't even gonna be on the hook anyway. so continuing my current arrangement of attending one rehearsal a week (thurs only instead of thurs and tues outside of concert weeks) will work just fine next spring. while i'm slightly disappointed i won't get to play another opera it will undeniably be a weight off my shoulders in terms of scheduling stress, also now i get to actually watch it which will be fun. anyway maestro also introduced the new assistant/violin teacher to our org managing director by calling her a wonderful player and concertmistress (correct) she was like "you're being too nice" and maestro was like "i'm not being nice it's just true" LOL. i get it girl he talks about me the same way. actually when we were leaving the building tonight i ended up chatting with maestro in the parking lot a little about work and money. as great as the vienna trip looks on paper i'm kind of doubtful it will end up happening bc apparently the sign up numbers are kind of low and we can't run the trip if we don't get a big enough crowd. and i understand why, the price for the trip is...a lot. i don't remember exactly what the cost of the italy trip i went on in my youth orchestra days was but i would hazard to say this vienna trip is twice the price...yikes. maestro was telling me how even with all his different jobs he feels like everything has gotten so expensive what with inflation and taxes and everything that it's getting tough to keep up financially with everything. i don't even have a mortgage or kids but man i feel him. i said i'm just glad to have my fellowship, i'm getting two master's degrees for basically free (plus a modest living stipend which really doesn't cover living in this stupid city very well lol but i'm hustling). this youth orchestra managing gig, i'm grateful to have it, and the extra cash on the side is certainly appreciated, but i am not doing it for the money. apparently neither is maestro because he told me it's probably his worst paying gig despite it being the biggest and most well funded organization and performance venue...lol. but then he got to suggesting different people he knows (most of whom i also know albeit kind of poorly and tangentially) i should talk to re: work and also suggesting different positions i should look into once i'm done my degrees like librarian for [redacted local orchestra]. because what this current gig lacks in terms of payment, it is a huge boon to me in terms of experience and resume power...i mean i'm scarcely 24 and i have a managing job under my belt already. that's going to be huge for me once i start looking for full time work after grad school...hopefully. we'll see i guess. anyway maestro told me that i'm "amazing as always" and then went to his car to go home

[blissfulalchemist]

It’s time for some OC chatting over coffee! ☕️ When you get this ask, feel free to share one fun fact about an OC of your choice. Then, share with 10 (or fewer — no pressure!) others to spread the OC love.

Ahh! Thank you Macy! Have a few different random oc facts! cause i can never just pick one.....

Conner's little bi awakening/self acceptance was actually at a Green Day concert that he didn't want to go to initially but Luke dragged him there. And while Conner was thinking about it he didn't think a man could be bi entirely, well that was until Billy Joe bluntly said he liked both genders and then proceeded to kiss a man on stage. A whole new world opened up to Conner in that moment, and it was just like things made sense all of a sudden.

Alma once left home without telling anyone for two days when she was 12 to go to the butcher because she was curious on how body parts worked and what they could look like. The butcher put her with a hunter and it was on their little excursion that they came across an antelope that was freshly torn open by wolves and for just a minute she got to see how organs looked and behaved, one of which being the lungs. It was that experience and the readings of some other Kanver scholars that helped her figure out how to save Joshua when his lung collapsed suddenly not long after he was beginning to move around. She didn't have the term of collapsed lung but she figured there wasn't enough space for them to expand and it led to her stabbing him just as the older Undying members rushed into the room. No it was not a very good look for her, she almost got into some big big trouble had he not started to breathe normally again, then it was only trouble because they can't deny that she did manage to save him.

In the Final Fantasy 14 universe Stasia was born a blonde just like her father's vessel at the time. She kept it until she was 16 not long after meeting Emet-Selch when she decided to use her ability to change appearance to make it black. She only ever changed it back to blonde for a decade during the initial rising of the Garlean Empire, which her father would point out that he did enjoy her natural blonde hair as a way to get under her skin.

Siberite almost changed her name when finally free of her parents to try and better hide herself but by the time she got to the adventurer's guild and signed up she had already written down her first name, so she just opted out of a last name which led many to assume she was an orphan, a nicer dressed one, but an orphan nonetheless. Many didn't know her last name until Endwalker when she had to state it for the Sharlayan entrance paperwork. The few that knew before that were Minfilia, Thancred, Y'shtola, Urianger, and Alphinaud. The first four because they knew of her mother's request for aid in looking for her, and Alphie because he was at the dinner where Count Edmont proposed that she and Haurchfaunt get married.

Clídna was undefeated among the young men that she fought against what were also training to become shields. So much so that the Lord Commander would send the ones with too big of an ego to her as a humbling. I should technically say near undefeated as sometimes the young boys like ten and under would want to fight her and she'd let them win or have it end in a tie because she didn't find it right to crush their dreams that early.

Lance only listens to cassette tapes exclusively. Yes his daughter Sage has taught him how to use an mp3 player, and he is capable of using one, he just chooses not to. There's nothing like putting in a tape labeled "Bonfire and Cow tipping '79" with a crude drawing as the cover, and listening to the sound of the times. He has hundreds of them that are personal mixes alone which are his favorites, and he did sacrifice some of his collection to help get messages to the resistance. They were lower on the list of what he liked, but still there were some memories lost.