#i am a fan girl front row with a sign

[greyeyedmonster-18]

Do you have any fic recs for maybe the best Sirius portrayals you've come across? Thanks!

ahhhhhhh

okay well, im obviously biased, and i love my own fics, the end.

but, if you don't want to read my nonsense, here are some of my favs:

-the son and heir of nothing in particular by @steelycunt (aeridi0nis on AO3) as well as on the issue of fever and delight and in lieu of beaujolais.

as you can see, i'm particularly fond of their writing and despite loving to be mean to Sirius (in the best sort of way, he is our barbie doll that gets chewed on sometimes, shaken like a rag doll), always do a phenomenal job of capturing his demons and the vibe. there's a particular line in OTIOFAD where sirius is there trying to apologize, and he, like, can't figure out how to slouch enough to do so, and it just hits right where it should. yes.

-the shape and sound of god by @dykefever (dykesiriusblack on AO3).

this is a fleabag AU, and Sirius is the star of the show. I am in love with this sad, sad, depiction of him. What I love a lot about sirius is how raw he is, like literally an open wound walking around and he pulls people into it, but he's always honest about that too. and is just like trying trying trying to be better, but the wound is just festering and. this. also, if you're in the mood for more dykefever, i highly recommend (in my room) i want you here

sweater weather by lumosinlove; look, i am a cult member too. i am nothing but a cult member. (i'm not tagging because I'm sure they get tagged 80x every day, yall know where to go)

Beneath a Big Blue Sky by @eyra; also a cult member for this one, i can't help it. There's something so delightful about sirius in this. and understanding. our sweet silly boy. everyone's comfort fic is also my comfort fic.

Boys Don't Cry by @blitheringmcgonagall (YouBlitheringIdiot on AO3);

i don't tend to read about the Prank because it makes me feel too much and drives me insane but THIS ONE. THIS ONE. yes. will read. and Sirius's characterization in this is top tier.

Drifters by twentysevensummers; the insane times i have read this single chapter.

At the Healing Edge of Broken by @heartofspells

OKAY LOOK I HAD TO COME BACK AND EDIT THIS POST. so fair warning (and i told tumblr user heartofspells this when i was reading as well), i had to do some skimming with some of the subject matter in this fic. BUT that does not erase the fact i LOVED this sirius. i loved how sweet he was with harry. i loved his humor. i loved his arrogance and forced vulnerability. I binged this and then went straight to the authors DM's to scream so. yeah. whoops.

(please let the record show i dont generally make rec lists because I'm always afraid someones going to be sad they weren't on it. but here are some of my favs that i find myself returning to.)

[wileys-russo]

dancing in the street II l.williamson x reader

head empty bar for thoughts of adventures in ibiza with leah.

dancing in the street II l.williamson x reader

"-see, I told ya!" lucy rolled her eyes tilting her phone screen so you could look. "the three best friends and lucy...oh that's harsh, as if you haven't blocked them." you chuckled, leaning your head on the older girls shoulder, feeling her let out a deep sigh. "no sadly i'd still rather be included, let them have their jokes." lucy admitted sliding her phone back into her pocket.

"hey wait why aren't i in the chat!" the realization dawned on you as you sat up, directing the question more to the two girls sat the row in front. "I told G not to add you. you're a horrendous texter and you'd just mute us." your girlfriend answered bluntly not even bothering to open her eyes, arms crossed tightly across her chest, blonde locks hidden by the hood covering her head. 

"i would not!" you defended with a scoff, looking to your friend beside you for back up who simply avoided your gaze which was all the confirmation you needed. "guys i am not that bad, am i?" your eyes widened, question ticking over and over in your head. "well you're not good." keira replied honestly glancing back at you from next to leah.

"and we didn't add you because any plans we make as a group we assume you and leah come as a package deal." the girl continued with an amused smile at your obvious codependency as the plane hit a slight bit of turbulence and your stomach lurched, hands curling tightly around the arm rests either side of you. 

"fact." lucy instantly agreed with her girlfriend, hiding a smirk behind her hand as she rested her head on her fist. "oh now you wanna chime in do you fourth wheel!" you glared at the older girl with displeasure who playfully shoved your head to the side as the pilot announced you were beginning your descent into ibiza.

"oh i hate this part." you mumbled nervously, sinking into your seat as the discomfort in your stomach grew and lucy reached over to gently massage the back of your neck. "nearly there." leah mumbled quietly, eyes still closed as keira harshly elbowed her, shaking her head as the blonde pulled a face and rubbed at her ribs. 

though with a look behind her and seeing how pale you'd gotten she was quick to unbuckle herself, checking no one was around to yell at her for ignoring the very clearly on seat belt sign and gesturing for lucy to swap seats. 

both of them darting up and into one anothers spots they hastily clicked in their belts again as a stewardess looked over with narrowed unimpressed eyes, leah sending the woman an apologetic smile.

"hey, you're fine yeah?" the blondes hand moved to rest on your thigh, giving the tanned skin a gentle squeeze as you nodded, wincing and slamming your eyes closed as the plane dropped lower. "we've done this easily fifty times now and nothings ever happened, focus on me." leah encouraged as you turned your head to meet her gaze, feeling your body unclench a little at her tender gaze.

"you didn't even want to sit next to me." you pouted with a small frown, leahs smile only widening at the cute notion. "because i see your gorgeous face every day, i haven't seen keiras ugly mug since the champions league final and before that it had been weeks." leah defended her decision, slating off her best friend in the process.

"oi!" keira turned around with a glare at the jest as leah smirked, giving her a sarcastic wave with her free hand. "we've not even landed in ibiza yet and you're making enemies, surely that's a record?" you pondered as leah pinched at your thigh for the comment. "what can i say darling, maybe i'm in my villian era." leah whispered dipping her head and connecting your lips quickly before pulling away, neither of you big fans of pda in larger crowds.

though your relationship wasn't directly a secret, it was as private as the two of you could manage with leahs fame only growing day by day.

"god you need to stop lurking on tiktok you sound like maisie." you grimaced, referring to your younger sister who seemed to only speak in tiktok references since the app had taken off, much to your annoyance. 

"who do you think sends me most of the tiktoks i watch." leah grinned as you rolled your eyes, no stranger to your girlfriend and little sister teaming up, forever the target of their combined teasing's and jokes.

"hey see you did it!" leah beamed proudly as the plane jolted one last time sending your head flying forward narrowly missing your folded tray table, wheels screaming against the tarmac as you breathed a sigh of relief, never having been the most comfortable flyer. 

"it lives to see another day, what a shame." lucy sighs shaking her head as the four of you stood awaiting the plane to clear before even attempting to exit, none of you in a large rush with holiday mode already having kicked in. 

you leant forward and punched the defender admittedly a little too hard, ducking back into leahs protection as lucy tried grabbing at you with a glare.

"whose making enemies now then." the blonde murmured in your ear with a chuckle, resting her chin on the top of your head as you pulled a face at lucy who jokingly drew her finger over her throat, mouthing for you to watch your back before her attention returned to keira. 

~

"alex is meeting us at the club later?" you asked, leah dropping your bags on the floor and collapsing backwards onto the bed with a nod. "yeah she's out meeting some of her other mates for a late lunch, they'll probably be there too." leah confirmed, opening her arms and looking to you expectantly.

"happy off season." you grinned laying down on top of her feeling her arms wrap tightly around your back, pulling your bodies as close together as they could possibly get. "it's been off season for awhile now." the girl joked but you could see the hurt masked behind her eyes as you winced, probably not your best choice of words.

"i'm sorry love that was insensitive." your hands moved to cup the defenders face, thumbs stroking her jaw affectionately feeling it clench slightly beneath your touch. 

"just too bad you're too weak to give me piggybacks, maybe you should join me in rehab for these sad little noodles." leah squeezed at your biceps with a pitiful look as your mouth formed a small o and you smacked her in the chest. 

"i'll put you back in hospital if you're not careful williamson." you warned, sitting up to straddle her chest as the blonde only smirked, hands coming to rest on your exposed thighs

"what you gonna do then babe?��nag me to an early grave?" leah mocked, hands creeping higher and higher up your thighs as you tried to ignore the back flips your stomach did just at the simplest of her touch. 

"that stair case is looking really tempting, don't accidentally fall down it." you threatened ducking your head to hover your mouth just above hers, pulling back slightly as she tried to capture your lips.

"i don't know if you've earned a proper kiss yet." you smiled teasingly, leahs wandering hands finding their way up the inside of the hem of your shorts. "that so?" leah feigned surprise, proudly watching your confident facade break for a second as she teasingly snapped at the waistband of your underwear.

the captains eyes quickly flicked downwards, mouth going dry as she lifted up the edge of your shorts instantly recognizing the familiar black lace of the chosen pair. her mind raced with memories of that shopping trip, over an hour spent picking out sets for you in your favorite lingerie store, as well as what had inevitably happened in the changing rooms afterwards as you modeled her choices.

leah had never been good with sharing what was hers or keeping her hands to herself.

"do tell then pretty girl, what you want for a kiss?" the blonde asked, voice low and raspy, short nails scratching gently at your hips as she sat up and you adjusted yourself on top of her, arms wrapping around the back of her neck.

though before you even had a chance to answer you both heard feet pounding upstairs and the door flew open, lucy barging in. "it's alright its safe ke they've still got their clothes on!" the girl bellowed downstairs as you groaned at the interruption, head falling onto leah's shoulder.

"though if you take much longer we might be in for a show!" lucy smirked wiggling her eyebrows suggestively as you moved off of your girlfriends lap and sat beside her instead, leah's stony expression displaying her own discontent at the disruption.

"right listen up then you two can sex it up all you want in your own spare time. but right now we're on holiday and have a date with the pool and then the beach club, so hurry up and get ready!" keira pegged two towels at the both of you, one of which nailed leah right in the face, both her and lucy quick to bolt back downstairs before she could pounce on them.

~

"baby can you zip me up please." you finally emerged from the bathroom, flipping your hair over your shoulder and holding it out the way, turning your back toward leah who pulled herself up off the bed.

the older girl had been ready for over twenty minutes now, laid down and scrolling through her phone, calling out every few minutes a gentle but firm reminder that she was still waiting.

"i can't believe you're wearing this." leah mumbled against your neck, lips trailing kisses down the soft skin as your eyes fluttered close, leaning back into her hold at the pleasurable sensation. "thought you might appreciate it." you smiled in victory at the expected reaction.

"shift it the cars here!" lucy shouted upstairs once more dampening the moment, your skin burning where leahs lips had just been as the blonde zipped you up and stepped back. "you look gorgeous." your girlfriend complimented charmingly, pecking your lips as you grabbed her hand and headed downstairs.

"as do you." you replied shamelessly checking her out as you exited your shared villa and headed for the uber which was to take you all to ushuaia, one of the hottest clubs in ibiza. closing the door as you hopped in last, chatter broke out amongst the four of you, all discussing the rest of your plans for your week away.

"bottoms up then." lucy pulled a flask from the pocket of her shorts, taking a quick swig before it was passed around between you. "oh fuck what is that." you grimaced as the unfamiliar liquid burnt its way down your throat, leah patting your back as you let out a small cough. "tequila!" lucy grinned, downing the rest of the small flask.

"it's party time girls!"

~

"fuck yeah calvins on baby!" leah cheered loudly, knocking her drink with alex's as the two of them stood up on the lounge in your private box which alex had somehow managed to book in last minute. 

"have fun with that." lucy chuckled beside you as leah screamed with joy at the familiar tune pumping from the stage behind you and downed the rest of her drink, jumping off the lounge and bending down at the table to make herself a new one. 

"babe how about a water? just in between drinks." you called out over the thumping bass around you, gently grabbing her hand as it gripped around the near empty bottle of jack daniels, which when you checked about a half hour ago was full.

"nah fuck that i'm on holiday!" leah slurred with a firm shake of her head, removing your hand from hers as she filled her cup over halfway with the brown liquid, not even bothering with a mixer. "i love you!" leah shouted over the noise, grabbing your chin with her free hand and placing a quick kiss to your lips before hopping back up on the lounge to dance with alex.

"you alright?" keira noticed the worry on your face as she tugged you into a quieter corner. "i'm fine, i don't think she is though." you nodded toward your girlfriend who had her arm slung around alex, screaming along to whatever song was playing, swaying side to side as she yet again downed her drink.

"looks like she's just having fun?" keira asked as her eyebrows knitted together in confusion, unsure what it was you were actually worried about. "yeah she looks like that. same as she looks fine when anyone asks about her acl, but she's not okay ke! she won't acknowledge it or talk about it, any time i try she just shuts down or changes the subject." you admitted, admittedly feeling some sense of relief as you finally got it off your chest, not having discussed it with anyone.

"she's been drinking more, a lot more. i know she isn't okay but i don't even know where to begin with trying to help her. i thought after the surgery and beginning her rehab things might change but she won't even talk to her mum��about anything she's feeling, she's like a brick wall!" you pinched your nose at the stress bubbling up inside you, keira gently rubbing your back with a concerned frown.

"i hadn't realised it was that bad, she seemed okay at the champions league final. we even went out afterwards!" keira sighed, annoyed with herself for not noticing these changes in her best friend. "she's really good at hiding it, but she's hurting and she's angry and with just bottling everything up i'm terrified of what happens when she reaches her limit and-"

"-implodes." keira finished for you as you nodded, sighing deeply. "i'll try to have a talk with her tomorrow, take her out for lunch or something just the two of us." keira offered as you nodded, having exhausted all your own attempts at trying to get the stubborn blonde to open up.

"now now now what is with these long faces? we're in ibiza!" speaking of stubborn blondes, here she was now. leah flung an arm over your shoulder and pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek as you gave keira a subtle nod that you'd be fine and she excused herself to return back to the group. 

"why you look so sad then?" your girlfriend slurred as she cupped your face in her hands as your own grabbed at her waist, steadying her as she swayed slightly on her feet. "nothing, i'm fine lee." you forced a smile, knowing now was far from an appropriate time to bring anything up.

"you're a terrible liar." leah shook her head, hooded eyes now shone with a little concern as you tried to relax, plastering a slightly more sincere smile on your face. "i'm okay, i promise." you tried to assure, gently rubbing circles into her hips as leah hesitated slightly before nodding.

"right, let's dance then. we're on holiday!" leah cheered drunkenly, slinging her arm back around you and tugging you back into the throng of people, this time a little deeper into the crowd than either of you had previously ventured. 

though not before she'd snagged alex's drink out of her hand along the way, sending her friend a cheeky wink and shouting a thank you over your shoulder.

shaking your head you reset yourself, allowing your body to relax a little into the taller girls tight hold as the music pumped around you, ground shaking with the intensity of the bass. having slowed down on your own alcohol intake to monitor leahs, you now grabbed her stolen drink from her hand, chugging it in one mouthful and wincing as the straight vodka burned it's way through you.

you coughed already feeling a little light headed as leahs booming laugh surrounded you, forever finding your inability to hold your alcohol amusing, relentlessly teasing you for it. but tonight she let it slide, far too high off her own buzz and the vibes of the club around you to bother.

worries temporarily washed away with the boost of liquid courage you loosened up, pushing slightly more into leah as the blondes hands began to wander your body, squeezing and pinching at any slit of bare skin she could locate. 

it wasn't long before her lips joined in, beginning their assault on your neck and collarbones as the two of you ground against one another to the beat, alex and a few of her other friends joining in close by.

time seemed to fly as you finally let loose and began to actually enjoy yourself, and before you knew it lucy was shouting in your ear that it was nearing 3am and she'd called a car to take you all back to the villa. 

having sobered up a little more now you nodded your agreement and stood on tippy toes, searching for leahs messy mop of blonde hair in the crowd, the girl having been whisked away by alex about a half hour ago.

after much push back from the taller girl and her partner in crime, and a joint tag team effort from yourself and lucy in reasoning with them, the four of you and keira were finally making your way out of the very much still alive club and onto the streets as lucy looked around for your uber.

though the lack of live music most certainly hadn't put a damper on alex and leah's night, the two girls now screaming sweet caroline at the top of their lungs as they spun one another round and round in circles. you'd given up trying to quiet them down, assuming that the more energy an incredibly drunk leah got out of her system now would make it much easier to put her to bed later.

"hello my pretty girl." speaking of. "hi my love." you smiled sweetly as the defender wrapped her arms around your waist from behind, resting her head on your shoulder and peppering kisses to your cheek. 

"dance with me!" she tugged on your hand attempting to yank you into the street where alex was twerking by herself in the middle of the road, lucy and keira busy arguing over who put in your pick up address wrong.

"there's no music!" you laughed as the girl dragged you away from the rest of the group. "i can fix that. scotty! some music if you please." leah cupped her hands over her mouth and shouted over toward alex who stopped her solo dance routine, breaking out into a very off pitch rendition of can't take my eyes off of you.

growing bored of that song she switched to islands in the stream, getting most of the words wrong as leah grabbed your hands, twirling you around before wrapping you in a hug, gently swaying the both of you from side to side. 

"it's like we're out with tooney." you laughed at your friends choice of tune, leah humming in agreement and you squealed as she suddenly dipped you before pulling you quickly back into her chest. "cars here lets go!" keira called out as a large silver van pulled up, alex sprinting off shouting for shot gun.

"do we have to go!" leah whined, tripping over her own feet as you grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the car. "yes we do." you chuckled at the state of her, the girl barely able to hold herself up. you lost count of her drinks after you'd seen her down her ninth jack and coke, and that was well before alex had pumped her full of shots.

"no." leah dropped your hand and crossed her arms over her chest as you stopped, one foot in the car and one still on the ground. "leah come on, in the car." you offered her your hand which she childishly smacked away, sitting down on the curb in protest.

"scotty! back to the club?" the captain slurred out with a nod behind her, alex quick to agree but lucy grabbed her hands as she went to unbuckle herself, firmly shaking her head. "we're going back later anyway babe. come on, it's time!" you called out, firmer this time as the two of you locked into a staring contest.

"sorry just give us a minute." you apologized to the uber driver who threatened to either drive off or kick you all out if a decision wasn't made quickly. "leah. get in the car!" you warned, raising an eyebrow in challenge as the blonde huffed, bottom lip jutted into a pout. "such bullshit!" she eventually gave in with moan and a roll of her eyes, struggling to get to her feet.

"christ sakes." you mumbled going over to help her up, stumbling slightly yourself as she leant her taller form into you. finally getting her into the car and wrestling a seatbelt onto her you dropped into your own seat with a sigh of relief as the uber driver took off, grumbling under his breath as alex took over the stereo.

the ride home was stiflingly uncomfortable to say the least, the heat radiating off of all of you after a night of drinking and dancing coupled with the thick ibiza humidity creating quite the hot box. 

at least leah had finally passed out, head dropping onto your shoulder and arms tucked tightly around your torso. though the close proximity of your bodies meant you shuffled uncomfortably every few minutes, combined body heats suffocating you. 

you were also having immense regret in the tight black dress hugging your curves, the material now clinging to you like a second layer of skin as sweat dripped off you like a waterfall.

you breathed a sigh of relief as you finally arrived to your villa, the other three unable to get out of the disgustingly hot car fast enough. "baby wake up." you nudged the soundly sleeping girl on top of you who stirred, lifting her head up and blinking a few times, clearly disorientated.

she tried to speak however whatever words came out of her mouth were not english. "we're back." you nodded over her shoulder to the villa behind you, the uber driver impatiently huffing as he met your gaze in the rear view mirror and you winced apologetically. 

thank god keira and lucy came to your aid, poking and prodding at their captain before the girl untangled herself from you and stepped out of the car with a grumble and a groan. unfortunately though it seemed her nap had only recharged her drunken antics, as once she stumbled in the front door and noticed alex making more drinks at the bar she perked right back up.

"oh god no." you buried your hands in your face at the sight of the two of them, mentally preparing yourself for what was now to follow, wanting nothing more than to collapse into bed. "we'll deal with scott, you go for leah." lucys hands landed on your shoulders as you nodded with a deep sigh.

"leah, can we go to bed please?" you tried asking nicely, the blonde now dancing on top of the bar with alex, music blasting from her best friends phone as they sipped on god knows what. "meet you up there." leah slurred out swaying to and fro, pumping her fists with her eyes closed to the beat as keira and lucy tried to convince alex to do the same.

you couldn't hear what was said over the music but it seemed to work as alex clambered down from the bar, keira quick to grab at her phone and stop the music, leah stopping her dancing with a frown. "aw no scotty come on!" leah whined, booing at the girl who only waved and hobbled off to her room.

"see even alex has gone to bed, come on." you tried again, leah reluctantly climbing down from the bar though not before reaching over to down a discarded shot as you hurried to pull her away from the selection of alcohol.

"come on man why you being such a buzz kill!" leah groaned in annoyance as you waved goodnight to keira and lucy, mouthing a thank you. "because it's nearly four thirty in the morning." you grunted out, struggling to drag leah upstairs as the defender slumped her full body weight onto you.

"sounds like sleep isn't needed then, we should just party on baby!" leah cheered loudly as you dropped her onto the bed, rubbing at your neck which was starting to throb and closing the bedroom door behind you. "leah! the others are trying to sleep." you shushed her as she started to belt out shania twain at the top of her lungs, hastily placing a hand over the blondes mouth.

"buzz kills, the lot of you!" leah huffed yanking your hand away before you slipped off her shoes, tossing them in the corner behind you. "hmm yeah that's it, undress me." the girl rested her hands behind her head, smirking at you as you rolled your eyes. "undress yourself." you tossed a shirt at her face and disappeared into the bathroom to take off your makeup.

though when you returned a few minutes later tying your hair up into a messy bun you couldn't help but laugh at the sight before you. leah had managed to take off the matching button up and shorts she wore out, however was now struggling to push her head through the arm hole of the large top you'd given her, muttering angrily to herself when she had no success in the task.

"stop that you idiot!" you laughed grabbing at her hands and pushing them away as you pulled at the top, leahs disheveled head now popping through the correct hole. "can you manage to unzip this please?" you asked the still heavily intoxicated girl who nodded, shuffling herself to the end of the bed.

"i will always take clothes off for you baby girl." leah slurred out as she tugged down your zip, clearly trying to have the words come across seductively however with the high levels of alcohol still pumping through her the sentence came out more gibberish than sexy.

you sighed in relief as you peeled the somewhat damp dress off of you and tossed it into the bathroom to be dealt with tomorrow. rummaging through your bag you tugged one of leahs old arsenal jerseys over your head, instantly engulfed in the familiarly comfortable scent of your girlfriend. 

"oh that's a bit cute." the girl cooed out with a lopsided smile, leaning back on her forearms on the bed. "such a shame its an arsenal jersey though." you faked a gag, leah gasping at your words as you stood between her legs at the end of the bed.

"don't you dare insult my dear north london like that." she warned, wagging a finger at you as you grinned. "i should really stop wearing it, belongs to some footballer i'm shagging." you teased as leah sat up to hug you, resting her head on your stomach. "just shagging?" she mumbled into the faded red material. 

"not currently shagging." you warned in a more serious tone, feeling leahs hands squeeze at your bum, the girl looking up at you with a cheeky grin. "why not! you're hot, i'm hot, hot people should sleep together." she slurred out and you shook your head in amusement. 

"because you're very drunk, and very drunk people should just sleep." you unwrapped her arms from around you, going to flick off the lights as leah laid down in bed kicking off the duvet. you turned on the ceiling fan, sighing in relief as the thick air around you slowly began to dissipate. 

navigating your way back to the bed in the now pitch black room your knee knocked at the corner of the bed, a gentle curse dropping from your lips as you reached out blindly, a pair of strong arms assisting your body to drop into the much welcomed comfort of the mattress.

"leah no! i meant it, you're drunk and you need to sleep." you laughed quietly and pushed her away as lips instantly attached to your neck. "fine." the defender grumbled with a huff, pushing her head back in your neck and clinging tightly onto you. 

one hand burying itself into her hair and scratching at her scalp, the other snuck up the back of her top and gently rubbed her back. within seconds you heard a soft snore as leah's head rolled onto your shoulder, her nose twitching slightly and you smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead and mumbling an i love you into the warm skin.

your own eyes drooped shut, body relaxing into the safe cocoon of your lovers embrace, a persistent voice in the back of your mind reminding you'd likely need to do it all over again tomorrow. which you would in a heart beat, you'd do anything for the blonde wrapped up beside you, till the end of time. 

[siyuuzii]

ENHA REACTION TO A FANBOY !

PAIRING maknae line! enha x mr

( hyung line ver, maknae line ver )

GENRE idol x fan, fluff

WARNING|S none

A. NOTE all writings and reactions from these idols are from MY imagination, it does not reflect their actions and reactions irl!

more under the cut !

⋆｡ ˚ sunoo

okay u cannot guarantee me that when u finally sat down at the chair in front of him, he'll not be acting n treating u like ur his gossip buddy. i mean who could blame him?? after rows n rows n ROWS of lovesick fangirls, there's finally a male that is in his presence! will spend like half of ur time getting to know you both, n quarter of the time signing ur albums n rare photocards n the remaining time gossiping about the other members to u. well not like the usual gossip that would reveal there actual hobbies n stuff, just on camera n the episodes stuff.

when it comes to the signing parts, he'll be so careful and neither do you n him know why!?!? (probably wouldn't want to cover his gorgeous face on that rare photocard of urs!!) also itll be so unique n neat omgg, hes not rushing like before when u noticed his hands where moving so fast during signing the girls albums n when u looked at it, it was literally like a child's hand writing ...

now when the staff told both of u its been already 2 mins past time, and that u needed to go cause there's other people (well now all girls) waiting in queue, he'll be all pouty and would probably reach out at ur hands to hold it as a goodbye, he'll be kinda sad??? but not that much, since he knows that you'll be there on his next fan sign, i mean youve always been there! on every concert, on every fancall. don't think he'll notice you hm? especially with some boy he considers a cutie.

⋆｡ ˚ wang jungwon

he'll smile at you, no not the usual smile he gives to everyone but that big n cute smile of his that's showing his smile dimple ahh!!! he'd think that ur so adorable!! especially with you clutching your album like ur life depended on it while smiling brightly while introducing urself to him.

would ask tons of questions to you like whos ur bias n why, will be so happy and flustered that you can't even see his eyes because hes smiling so much, when you tell him that hes ur bias then going on to explain why. now when signing ur album he'll leave little messages and stuff like 'from your bias jungwon' will write it in korean if you tell you know korean.

hes so touched by your enthusiasm by talking to him and showing him ur drawings of him and the other members, literally showing ur efforts just to give him something! and when ur talking hed be listening so intently, nodding along and sharing stories about behind-the-scenes moments from the episodes youd watch.

after you got up to leave since the staff said so, he couldn't shake off your guys encounter!! he was so touched from your compliments and support to him that it was too much to just forget off. oh, how he was looking forward to seeing you again...

⋆｡ ˚ ni-ki

hes smirking when he saw you, dont know, dont care if that makes a scandal, but hes smirking! the flirtatious way, probably be thinking, 'looks like i can attract more than just the opposite gender'. hes not the one to be first to give out compliments, but with you? he cant help it! his tongue is just slipping out truths coming straight from the heart.

hes going to question u like jungwon, 'who is ur bias?' but if it's not him he'll be so pouty, for example when you answered heeseung, he'll be like why? and when u say hes handsome he'll be pointing to himself and say what about me? am i more handsome then him? like boy, know ur limits, jk jk.

he'll be so impressed by ur pencil drawing of him, and seeing the effort on your handmade gifts makes his heart flutter, and his cheek a hue pink! maybe you'll be the one that inspires him to draw!!!

but boy hes a BIG tease when you're talking to him and suddenly stutter because ur flustered on the way hes looking at you with such interest!! like i said he can help it!! and when its time for you to leave, he'll give you a flying kiss BUT like when he touch his lips with his hand he'll quickly get the flying kiss to ur lips!!! while saying that he'll be looking forward on seeing u again enjoying the way your covering ur lips with your hands with a shock face not believing that his hand just touched your lips!!

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Bad For Business: Level Three

Steve Harrington x fem!reader [2.5K] An enemies to lovers au. Arcade coworkers, who love to hate each other, get too competitive about Dig Dug and share a mutal annoyance for the kids that like to pester them. Choose your own adventure by picking an option at the end of the chapter. “What do you mean, it just stopped working?” 

Standing under the broken aircon unit was not how you wanted this shift to go. Especially on the hottest day of the year. 

Especially with Jason Carver and Steve Harrington. 

It was hotter than ever inside the empty arcade, the rows and rows of machines doing nothing more than pumping heat into the room from their whirring fans. The jumpy, happy tune from Mario Bros. was starting to make your eye twitch and you hadn’t seen a customer the entire time you’d been working. Normal people were at the community pool, the richest of Hawkins relaxing under their own air conditioning, on their floats in their private swimming pools. 

“I don’t know!” Jason fumed, rounding on Steve with more anger than necessary, seeing how he was the one to cause the ancient thing to die. There was a broken off broom handle sticking out of the vent. “I just tried to get the thing to aim towards the desk more!”

You were standing too near Steve, bare arms brushing, pressed close behind the desk as the boy swore, skin glistening and doing everything he could to not look at you. You’d taken your stupid staff shirt off an hour ago, a too thin camisole thing underneath, cropped and letting everyone know that you definitely weren’t wearing a proper bra. 

Your skin was flushed, a little damp, your hair sticking to your neck and sweat beading at your chest, clinging to the space between your vest and your shorts. Steve definitely wasn’t looking. 

“You impaled it,” you muttered, staring up at the sputtering fan. “You absolute fucking moron.”

It was the straw that broke the sweaty camel's back, because Jason’s nostrils flared and he dropped the second half of the broken broom onto the floor. He held up his hands in defeat, face red with heat and anger. “I’m out. I’m done,” he told you before rounding on Steve. “Sort this shit yourself, Harrington. And maybe teach your girl some manners whilst you're at it.”

No one spoke as he stormed through the empty arcade, the lights flashing on the machines no one played. The door opened for just a second as Jason slipped out, a bright flash of blue sky and sunbeams over the black walls, the neon signs and ultraviolet light. There wasn’t any breeze, no wind that came in, nothing to soothe the heat that lingered heavily in the air. 

“She isn’t my girl!” Steve shouted the same time you yelled feebly, “I’m not his girl, jerk.”

But the door had already slammed shut and Jason’s car could be heard ripping out of the parking lot. An almost silence followed, the hum of the machines, the stuttering of the barely alive aircon unit, Steve’s strained sigh. And then, a click. 

Deafening, final, ending in darkness.

The lights went out, the sickly yellow overhead fluorescents, the flashing neons on the machines, the screens and even the green numbers that usually flashed on the cash register. With no windows in the old unit, well, you couldn’t see shit. 

“You’ve got to be fucking joking me,” Steve muttered and he cursed when he moved, bumping into you as you both tried to find the edge of the desk and the same time. “Fuck, you’re on my foot—”

“That’s ‘cause you’re in my way,” you huffed, arguing weakly, an edge to your voice that sounded a little like panic but you weren’t going to tell Steve that. You weren’t a fan of the dark, especially the kind that made your own hand invisible in front of your face, the kind of dark that made you doubt your own vision. “Move, Harrington.”

“Move where?” Steve growled back, his hip bumping against your own, the edges of knuckles grazing against your ribs, against too much bare skin. It was suddenly so much warmer. “I can’t see shit, princess, what am I supposed to do?”

You tripped over something, a cable, a part of an old machine that Murray liked to keep, who knows, but it sent you into Steve’s side with a noise of objection. You swore, grabbing at anything you could, cringing when it happened to be Steve’s arms. He’d long rolled his shirt sleeves up, the cotton folded up to his shoulders, the lines of muscles there slick with sweat, more distracting than ever now you could feel them. 

“Christ,” the boy chastised, “you’ve got as much grace as a baby giraffe, here—“ Steve didn’t finish his sentence, he just reached out to grab at you, hands on your waist, fingers skimming over the hand of your shorts as he righted you. 

You were still holding his shoulders and you were close enough that you could see the outline of his features, the faint slope of his nose, the line of his jaw, even in the dark. Neither of you said anything, not right away. And then you were both pushing back, hands leaving each other, hips and elbows and ribs bumping into cabinets and stray stools. 

“Where’s the fuse box?” Steve asked and he sounded further away now, like he was moving towards the office door, wherever it was. Something clattered to the floor and you heard him curse and then kick it. “Murray’s gotta have a flashlight somewhere, right? Probably stashed with his not so secret weed that he ‘confiscates’ from the kids,” he snorted. 

Another thump, a small bang and then Steve’s hands found the office door, a pleased and triumphant sound leaving his lips as the hinges squeaked. The noise suddenly pushed you into action, a nervous anxiety gripping you as you tried to take a step forward, squeaking when your foot landed on a stack of papers that slid under your sneakers. 

“Harrington!” You yelped, stumbling forward clumsily. “Steve? Jesus Christ, Steve!” 

The door squeaked again, and although you couldn’t see him, a burst of cologne and sunscreen filled the space in front of you. Hands found yours, fumbling, awkward, as clammy with sticky warmth as yours were. 

Suddenly the heat was cloying, suffocating. You felt tightly wound, head scrambled, throat dry. “What’re you doing?” 

“Helping you, dummy.” Steve snorted, beginning to lead you around the desk, your free hand skimming along the wall, skating over the frayed edges of old posters and forgotten thumbtacks. “Unless you wanna stay here and amuse yourself. Argue with the wall or somethin’, you’re good at that.”

“Shut up.” There wasn’t much heat behind it, your words nowhere near as harsh as they’d usually be, ‘cause you were clinging to Steve’s hand as he led you back to the door. “Asshole.”

The office was just as dark as the rest of the arcade, the old computer on Murray’s desk as dead as the rest of the machines. You let go of Steve’s hand when you found the edge of the lunch table, the legs wobbling as you made contact with it and you could feel Steve behind you, around you, the sound of drawers opening and closing filling the quiet room. 

“The fuck is this flashlight?” You heard him murmur, and then, “shit, wait, yes!”

A beam of light flooded the small room, orange-yellow and a little weak but it made your eyes water and squint and the sudden burst of colour. Steve must’ve reacted the same, hissing as his eyes stung, both of you stumbling. 

Shoulders bumped, elbows knocked, hands brushed. Again. 

You were closer than you’d realised, toes almost touching and Steve was all tight jeans and bare arms, lines of muscle you usually didn’t pay attention to wrapping around strong forearms. His hair was a mess, wilder than usual, sticking to his forehead and over his eyes, cheeks pink from the heat. 

You watched him swallow, Adam’s apple bobbing, eyes flickering down to roam all too obviously over your frame. Tight shirt, cropped, slick skin, peach flavoured lip balm that he’d watched you reapply in the tiny mirror by the lockers that morning. Silence stretched on, a yawning, all consuming thing that seemed thicker than the heat, warmer than the summer outside. 

You licked your lips, salt on your Cupids bow and you watched Steve’s gaze follow the movement. The flashlight fell, bouncing on the worn carpet and the beam flickered across the wall, Steve’s trainers, your bare legs. Steve’s head knocked against your own as you both bent to pick it up, swearing softly and the boy winced, knowing he hurt you more than you hurt him. 

“Shit,” his voice was quiet, low and a little rough. “Sorry.”

You were still too close, knelt on the floor with the boy, heads dipped together and you were desperate to shrug off the unfamiliar feeling of softness, the genuine apology from Steve making your chest stutter and still. 

You let Steve grab the flashlight, muttering a “whatever,” in order to brush off the moment. You watched him stand, turning quickly when he flashed the beam back down to see you still on your knees before him, tits pushed together in your stupid little vest top, a bead of sweat rolling down your neck and into the dip between them. 

He wasn’t looking. He wasn’t looking. 

So he left you in the dark as he pushed away the leftover coats that the rest of the staff had left since winter, pulling at the handle of the fuse box, letting clatter noisily against the wall. “C’mere for a second,” he said gruffly, not looking at you at all. “Hold this, yeah?”

“Manners are free, Harrington,” you tutted, “don’t be a bitch.”

Steve still wasn’t facing you, but you were pretty sure he was rolling his eyes. “You wanna stay stuck in the dark? In this heat?” He asked, he handed you the flashlight. “Least you can do is hold this, princess, don’t break a nail now, god forbid.”

You snatched the light from him, shouldering into his space just to piss him off, too close and too warm, cologne and sunscreen and chlorine scent hair from an early morning swim, peach scented chapstick and sweat. You hated it. You hated that you didn’t hate it all. 

“Come on, sparky,” you nudged Steve, an elbow to his side, the flashlight pointed at the circuit board, showing rows and rows of switches and wires. “Fix it. Don’t break a nail, sweetheart.”

Steve glared at you, brows stitched together and his brown eyes honeycomb in the light. He looked like he wanted to argue, to snap back at you and bite, but instead he pressed his lips together and turned back to the fuses. 

His fingers lingered over the switches, pausing to read the peeling and faded labels under each one, hesitating before he flicked the plastic. Some did nothing, the arcade remaining in darkness, in silence. Steve mumbled under his breath, a grumble that made you want to laugh but you kept your lips pressed together, the light still held aloft for him. 

You were silent as you watched him push at each one, plastic flicking up and down, doing nothing. You grimaced as Steve started to play with some of the wires, pushing them back into the board with a little more force than made you comfortable, as if he knew what he was doing, as if was suddenly an expert in hard wiring and electrics. 

“You’re gonna blow us up,” you warned, slapping at his hand when he kept prodding at things he didn’t know about. “Steve, Jesus, stop it!”

The boy tsked, budging up closer to you, only to try to shoulder you out of the way, shaking his hand loose from your attempt to grab him. It was a childish scuffle, one you’d definitely had before with Steve, over stolen bags of chips, the last can of soda, the set of keys that worked properly. But this time it was in the dark, skin still slick and the air too heavy and he was so fucking close, hands sliding over the bare skin on your stomach, your sides, his hair tickling your cheek as he poked at your ribs, trying to make you give in. 

And then, all at once, Steve’s hand pushed at yours and the flashlight fell again, the beam flickering off just as something in the fuse box sparked and popped. 

You yelped and Steve swore, both of you clambering backwards, away from the possibility of a full on fire, grabbing at each other like that would help. There was a beat of silence, one second, two second, three, just the sound of you and Steve breathing a little heavy - and then the lights came back on. 

You blinked, squinting into the too bright strip lights and it maybe took you both too long that you were still clinging to each other, your fingers twisted in the front of his shirt, Steve’s wide, warm hand pressed to your lower back, his frame slightly in front of yours… like he was trying to block you from any danger. 

He sprang away from you when your eyes met, your nose scrunched as you tried your best to act annoyed, like your heart wasn’t rattling in your chest, like you couldn’t smell Steve’s cologne on your own skin. You pushed back just as hard, ass bumping with the table, forgotten lunch boxes falling to the floor. 

“You’re an idiot,” you mumbled, ducking to hide your warm cheeks.

Steve scoffed, running a hand through his hair and looking anywhere but at you. “What’re you even talkin’ about? I fixed it, didn’t I?”

“That was a fluke,” you laughed, more haughtily than you’d ever sounded but god, you were still too warm and you could feel the leftover pressure of Steve’s hand on your back. “You pressed some buttons and hoped for the best, get real.”

Steve glared, snapping the fuse box shut and leaning against it, arms crossed. “S’real cute coming from the girl who didn’t want me to leave her alone in the dark.”

You weren’t sure how you ended up toe to toe again, how you’d managed to cross the small office, chin lifted defiantly, cheeks warm. “No one would wanna be left in the dark!” You tried to reason, words feeling clumsy in your mouth because Steve was smirking, looking far too amused. “It’s not like I wanted to be beside you. I would’ve followed Jason, Jesus, don’t flatter yourself, Harrington.”

Steve just shrugged, tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek to stop his grin. He sighed all dramatically and poked a finger to your cheek, laughing when you huffed and slapped it away. “Keep telling yourself that, princess.”

“You’re so full of yourself. I would’ve been fine without you.”

Closer still, toes touching, noses too close, the heat still clinging to you both. 

“I saved your ass,” Steve teased. “Admit it.”

“No you didn’t, asshole.” You were unreasonably annoyed about how relaxed Steve was, cocky and lazy as he leaned against the desk.

The boy grinned. “Yeah? Wanna fight about it?”

The sound of the games resetting saved you from replying, the electronic cacophony of alarms and theme songs breaking up whatever was about to happen. You left Steve in the office and spent the rest of your shift with your T-shirt back on, sticky skin and unable to look him in the eye. 

[softnsquishable]

Well, i want to ask, how is joe irl? Lol

Like how was the m&g interaction

Finally, an excuse to tell the whole story. I will spare no details, so buckle up. tl;dr he is the nicest boy on earth.

About thirty minutes before Joe's signing block began, me and some other fobbies had clustered at one end of the area. I was totally cool - and then someone said "oh there's Joe" and I turned around and yeah, there he was, only a few feet away. He was holding his hands behind his back, looking lost, just trying to figure out where he was supposed to be and presumably where Rick was. No joke my hand covered my mouth and my heart raced and in that moment I was so SO thankful I had the foresight to get a notecard and write a few bullet points for what I wanted to tell him. Side note, I HIGHLY RECOMMEND THAT METHOD because I always think I'll be fine going up to somebody I admire and then my mind BLANKS in the moment. This made everything so much smoother for me.

Once we found out Rick Remender was a big deal and we had to line up, we spent over an hour in line before getting up to where Joe was. I watched two people in front of me go, and then made myself a fantastic introduction by immediately dropping my bag, water bottle and phone on the ground in front of me. I backed up and let the girl that went before me get a photo before stepping forward with a little "hehe, take two".

I was wearing my "I Have Mental Illinois" shirt and Joe looked at it right away, smiled and said "Don't we all?" to which I brilliantly said "I was hoping you'd like it."

I was in the second row center at Sacramento 2ourdust back in March and I had made this sign for Joe.

I figured since it was a signing event for Holy Roller and Rifters I would bring it along to show him. On the night of the show, I had held it up during 16 Candles and he had seemed to see it, smiling over at me and giving a little wave, which definitely made my entire night. I didn't think he'd remember but...

I set the sign down on the table with the comics and said "I don't know if you remember this, but-" and Joe cuts in "I DO remember this. That was you? Yeah, I saw this, and I texted the guys about it right after the show." He then proceeded to tug on Rick's sleeve and say "Hey, Rick...Rick, look, look at this, look what she made." (Side note, seeing Joe just tugging on Rick's sleeve to get his attention, absolutely precious.) I am still completely blown away that he remembered seeing this sign after playing almost forty shows and eight months down the line, but it totally warmed my heart. He even signed it for me with a special sharpie - he dug around in his little cup of markers and then declared, "Rose gold. You're getting rose gold."

I felt my mind start to blank so I took my little notecard out, which I apologized for, but Joe said "Yeah, that's good to have". I then told him, as he gave me his complete attention, thank you for the music (I've been a fan for over 10 years) and for the books, the memoir, all the laughs, and for the community his band has fostered. I told him that I've met all of my best friends because of his band via Tumblr Discord etc. and that it's come so far that one of my closest friends, who I met on a "Fall Out Boy Forum" (it was wattpad but I wasn't gonna tell him that) and I had met after eight years of online friendship at Forest Hills. Joe asked if we were still friends after meeting because sometimes that changes things and I assured him me and them were cool.

I asked him what comics I should read to get more into comics in a similar vein to what he'd written. He thought about it and said that for Holy Roller specifically, a lot of it was inspired by early Batman comics (I believe he said Batman Year one) and that he was currently reading some of that with his daughter - turning his children into little nerds apparently! He went on for a little while like that and to be honest I do not remember all of what he was saying about it, except for at the end he did say "...that's a lot to remember."

Joe then asked me if I had the rest of the books (Holy Roller and Rifters) as he had copies of every single issue on the table. I have to preface this by saying I was a dumbass and didn't think to bring anything to be signed, so I had run into the bookshop earlier and bought an older issue of both Holy Roller and Rifters for the signing. I said yes, I was subscribed and had them at home, even if I hadn't read them yet, and he clarified "I wasn't doubting you, I just wanted to make sure, otherwise I'd give em to you".

Sidebar, he was signing anything people brought, including art, and someone's FUTCT CD. He asked where they wanted it signed and he helped them work it out, noting that, "In the past, people have had me sign on my photo. Yeah, this one, where I'm like...ten years old or whatever". He also signed a memoir or two (mine was signed when I bought it or I might've done that too).

I then asked for a picture and he said sure and he was very glad that "we (the band) helped to bring you friendship". I then asked hi for a handshake, which I got, and stepped over to meet Rick, giving him a little hello and telling him I enjoyed the books, as it was the first comic series I'd ever subscribed to. I then held up my phone for a selfie, which Joe saw us taking, and so he made this face, and then proceeded to laugh about it to himself, which was so SO sweet.

Just before I walked away I told Joe "oh by the way, my (not really mine but) discord server Fall Out Bastards say hi" and he looked mildly confused and said "I do not know them...but pass on my greetings".

I realized a few minutes later that I had forgotten to take a picture with the disposable camera I brought, so I waited for a gap in the Fall Out Boy fans and kind of timidly went, "Hey, Joe...can we get another picture with my disposable where I'm holding the sign?" He said sure, and so I went back over and posed, all the while he was giving us instructions for the camera. ("Make sure you do it with the flash on, I really recommend that...yeah, it's the little switch on the front. Is it on? Okay, good.")

I left the meet up so so happy, and when I sat down on the train to go home, I ended up chatting to the person next to me a bit. She was a casual Fall Out Boy listener it turned out, and when I opened up the sign to show it to her, I noticed that next to Joe's signature-

-he had drawn me a little smiley :') just something that made my heart soar that much higher.

Meeting Joe was genuinely one of the best experiences I've ever had. He gave his full attention to you as you talked, one knee on his chair, wiggling his flip flop sandals and chewing his nicotine gum (I know it's nicotine gum because we audibly heard Rick offer him some and he said yes and took it). Such a sweet guy and I would absolutely recommend that anybody meet him if they have the chance because though I've had to come home to my nine to five and all the issues in the world and in my own personal life...I cheer up a whole lot when I think about this interaction and see that photo of us together.

I do have to say, even as a 5'1 girlie, Joe is SMALLER that I thought he would be! Yes, he looks tall next to the rest of the band, but he is a SMALL BOY and do not let anyone tell you otherwise. Yes, he was leaning over on the table and I was elevated slightly above him, but even when he was standing straight, he did not come across as tall.

I do partially blame this interaction as the reason I went ahead and bought tickets to Innings Fest as well shdfjlsjdlhf but I'm glad I did! I hope to meet and make many more moots there and keep cheering Joe and the others on from wherever in the crowd I may be!

Maybe YOU shouldn't meet your heroes...but if your hero is Joe Trohman, I think you're better off giving it a shot. Here is a bonus photo or two of him being a very good listener.

[johnschneiderblog]

The girl with the sign

In Sunday's blog I told you about a Lord Huron fan and frequent poster on the World Enders website.

Anne-Sophie, who lives in the north of France, stood in the front row for LH's June 30 show in Paris with a sign directed at the stage. It said "U SAVED MY LIFE."

A photographer from a music magazine posted a photo that inadvertently captured Ann-Sophie and her sign. She didn't know the photo had been taken but found it while surfing Twitter.

On Tuesday I got an email that said in part:

"I am Anne-Sophie, that girl with the sign during the concert in Paris! I saw your post about me ...

"June 30 was, for sure, the best day of my life. I was waiting in front of the place since 11 a.m., I was the first. And I met Mark, then Miguel, and lastly Ben (see photo) in the afternoon ...

"They were so kind to me. I told them how much I love them, and I was able to tell them in person that they saved my life. And, honestly, they're still saving my life, right now. They signed my sign, they were touched by the message 'U SAVED MY LIFE.' Ben hugged me.

"They saved my life during high school and university. I am an anxious person and they helped me when I was very sad and very bad.

"I am not really attached to life, but I know I'll NEVER give up, because I can't miss new music, new arts, new albums, new things from them ... I am so thankful to be alive at the same time as they are."

[leupagus]

Selyse is not a "who's this bitch" kind of person but honestly, she should be forgiven for meeting Sansa like this and going "who's this bitch"

Just then there was a call from outside the tent, asking for the king. Davos opened the flap and a young solder ducked inside, bowing low to the king first, then to Lady Melisandre, then to Selyse. "Your Grace," he said, "riders were just spotted on the pass below, making their way up to our camp."

"Spotted on the pass?" snorted Davos. "Are they riding snow bears? Or elks?"

As though in answer, an horn sounded in the distance. The king started, his expression as queer as any Selyse had seen on his face in their near twenty years of marriage. It seemed almost...hopeful. "That call," he said, as though to himself.

Davos shook his head. "I don't recognize it, Your Grace. Do you?"

"Oh, yes," said Stannis softly. "I remember it very well."

The party climbing up the pass was small — a hundred men at most — in two long rows, the banners of all of Stark's promised houses unfurled. They were mounted on the great lumbering beasts that passed for horses in the North. In the pearl-grey of dawn, Selyse could see the front pair dragging behind them a curious leather-and plate device. It was shaped for all the world like the prow of a ship and it cut through the snow with ease. The party moved only slightly slower than a full canter; even as she watched, the two horses affixed to the contraption slowed and stopped, their riders giving them full rein to blow out great puffs of air into the snow. The whole party halted in an orderly queue behind them, and the two mounted soldiers directly behind circled round to unhook the lead pair (without bothering to dismount) and attaching their own horses. The party then resumed its swift pace up the mountain pass. The two who had been in the lead rejoined smoothly at the end, where the snow been packed down to a tidy path.

"Ingenious," remarked Davos. Lady Melisandre said nothing, only quirked an eyebrow. Shireen asked some imbecilic question about something, and the king made a patient response.

"Perhaps these men of the North will bring you the miracle you seek, Your Grace," said Lady Melisandre, as the riders at last drew level.

"Certainly they seem to have performed the miracle of moving in this snow," Stannis observed.

Most of the riders remained at the foot of the camp, but a small group began to make their way toward them, their behemoth horses even more ridiculous as they drew closer, with their hoofs near as wide as platters and their tails cut short as a broomstick. As they halted before their king, the riders dismounted. Despite the bitter cold, not one of them showed any sign of discomfort, their thick boots and cloaks making them appear almost as outsized as their horses.

The king took a breath, as if to ask for their leader, when a hooded figure on a great chestnut beast came out from the midst of them. Her cloak and skirts were dirty from the road and snows, her copper-bright hair in a simple peasant's braid as she pushed back her hood. A half-dozen young men surged forward to hand her from her horse, but it was a giantess in armor who helped her down and followed closely behind as she approached them.

It took Selyse a long moment to realize who the girl was: Sansa, Catelyn's eldest daughter. (Eldest child, now that the usurper Robb Stark was dead — and Catelyn too, and Lord Stark before them.) She had more of her mother's look to her than her father's, which must have pleased the Imp when he married her; Tyrion had always liked his whores pretty and clever. There was something in the way that she carried herself, however, that made Selyse suspect Sansa might be rather too clever.

The girl made no move to bow to the king, merely drew within a length as her retinue fanned out behind her. "Your Grace," she greeted Stannis. At least she had the good sense to recognize her rightful king. "I am Lady Sansa, of House Stark."

"Lady Stark," the king replied, or began to, because at that moment the damned direwolf, that unnatural creature the Lord Commander had foisted upon them, came hurtling in from wherever the devils he'd been and lunged for the girl, sending her sprawling to the ground with a scream more chilling than Shireen's, horrifyingly cut off as she—

As she laughed, the creature licking frantically at her face with its great tail wagging. The girl brought her arms around its monstrous neck and hugged it closer to her, burying her face in its fur, unconcerned entirely by the spectacle. Her Northern lords looked well pleased, in fact, nodding and smiling at one another in shared understanding. He'll recognize her, Jon had told Shireen when she'd asked how Ghost would know who Sansa was. The pack knows its own. It seemed the whole of the North knew.

The king's people were nearly as susceptible. Davos was smiling like a dolt and Shireen looked as though she wanted nothing more than to join in the undignified affair. Lady Melisandre, at least, showed little sign of being moved; she was watching with an air of interest but no warmth. Only the king was truly inscrutable, as he stared down at the tangle of girl and dog with another expression she had never seen before. This time, she could not guess as to what it meant.

At long last, the beast allowed Sansa Stark to rise, once again accepting help only from her giantess. "My apologies, Your Grace," she said. Her smile was broad and bright even as she wiped at a streak of mud across her nose. "But as you might guess, Stark reunions are rare these days."

[reci1996]

Superstar: Prologue

Rayne Rivera is a well known singer and songwriter from Pensacola, Florida. She used to live on the same street as Jimmy and Jey. When they were younger, they used to be attached at the hip. Some would call them the 3 musketeers in middle and high school. In the 8th grade, the twins were what you call protective, but when school came back into session in the 9th grade, the twins watched as Rayne blossomed into a beautiful young lady. While Jimmy only saw Rayne as a little sister, Jey saw her in another light. But back then, Jey was too shy to say anything to her. What he didn't know was that Rayne felt the same way that he did. They both went through heartbreak and failed relationships during their high school years, but they never once said anything to each other. The only 2 people that knew how they felt about each other were Jimmy and Joe. Now damn near 20 years later, who knew that a song would go viral and right the halls of both the Raw and Smackdown.

This is for you, you, my number one This is for you, you, my number one (Ah, ah, ah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah) This is for you, you, my number one

Spotlights (Spotlights), big stage Fifty thousand fans screamin' in a rage Bodyguards (Bodyguards) and limousines This is the way I see you in my dreams Paparazzi flash, a hundred pictures, all of you Hangin' on my bedroom wall I'm a kid again, I feel like thirteen But I knew since we fell in love, girl, I'd be

I'll be your groupie, baby (Oh, whoa) 'Cause you are my superstar (Superstar, yeah) I'm your number one fan, give me your autograph Sign it right here on my heart (I'll be) Girl, I'll be your groupie, baby (Oh, oh, whoa) 'Cause you are my superstar (Superstar, yeah) And as your number one fan (This is for you, you, my number one) I'll do all that I can To show you how super you are

Front row (Front row), there I am Jumpin' and hollerin', wavin' both hands Would you notice me (Notice me), little me? Drove twelve hours, girl, just to see Your pretty face one more time (Bought my ticket, I was first in line) This is a metaphor to show how I adore, you (I adore you) Baby, I do

I'll be your groupie, baby (Whoa) 'Cause you are my superstar (Superstar, yeah) I'm your number one fan, give me your autograph (Autograph) Sign it right here on my heart (Sign it right here, sugar) Girl, I'll be your groupie, baby (Whoa) 'Cause you are my superstar (Superstar, yeah) And as your number one fan I'll do all that I can To show you how super you are

(Girl, you know how I feel) You're truly special, your love is legendary to me (Without you, my life stands still) I'll never leave your world, treat you like a diva, girl You're one of (Girl, you're one of a kind) 'Cause they don't make 'em like you anymore, so (So, I'll be your fan for life) I dedicate this to my superstar for all time

I'll be your groupie, baby (I'll be your groupie, baby) 'Cause you are my superstar (Superstar, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm your number one fan, give me your autograph (Yeah, yeah) Sign it right here on my heart Girl, I'll be your groupie, baby (I'll be your groupie, baby) 'Cause you are my superstar And as your number one fan I'll do all that I can To show you how super you are

I'm sorry that it has taken so long to write something but work and school is kicking my booty. So some chapters might take some time.

[tmrwds]

Translation to 19.07. Eura gig stream under cut (10mins)

Banter starting from 01:40

You guy there, were you going skiiing? You have the glasses on your head, or did i see wrong? You're a good-looking crowd. (girl screaming JEREEE) what do you want? I'll give attention to you too. It's like a fucking kindergarten. Pikku Silja is there like (raises his arms) Are there underage ppl here? Hopefully not. You came with your dad's ID? Did it truly work?

You're wearing a Käärijä shirt, lovely. It's like kindergarteners, "look I have a new Gogo figurine" I don't even know what's a gogo-- Have you been eating sausage? The stall, full of sausage. How much is 3x3, sign it for me. How much is it? That doesn't make sense. I'm not going to become a teacher.

Hey, people on the back. Is there a reason you're over there and not on the front row? The man was like (nods) women. -- What do you have there? Your own [smuggled] drinks? No? Fuck, you drink a lot. Huh? For me? I don't drink. I'm an absolutist. Think about it, I've never touched that. Bess was performing today, right? Let's not tell her, but Bess was like "remember to drink water" no, just drink booze. At Käärijä's gig the rules are different, 2%/per mil at least when you're here. My show is so awful I don't want anyone to remember anything about it. Just kidding.

From 3:52 : I have this super fan here - am I allowed to tell? I will. You're not going to be offended? She has been on some 31 gigs this year. That's fucking sick, I don't understand why. But, she sent us an email, think about it, I have an email too, you don't- she sent that..what was it? That I shouldn't mock myself. Something like that. Think about it, how sympathetic. I'm mocking myself and she's like "don't do that! You're really a good, lovely person" I'm not! But I appreciate it, we talked this over with the band. Because of her, we've been going to therapy.

One thing that's fucking awesome about this place is that the internet isn't working. The guestion is, the TVs probably don't work either, so how the fuck did you watch Eurovision? How? Was there a shared TV? (points on the sky) "Oh, there's Käärijä". Do you guys even have phones?! Nokia 3510i, you look like you have that. Or do you? - You came from Tampere? You should've at least said you're from around here [Eura]. How many of you are from here? You know, one day- (dude shouts Urheilujätkä) Shut the fuck up. -when I have the money, I'll buy everyone who lives here a phone, I'll buy an internet here, some fucking tower right there. On the phone there will be apps, you can watch por-, Käärijä's instagram, it's an app too. -- Okay, let's continue, this thing doesn't make any sense.

Paidaton riehuja starts: How many will take off their shirt? -- (cute bit of the front row girls lol "It's coming off! For real? Yes, you're supposed to take it off! I didn't know that you have to take your shirt off!")

I'll do a little bit different speech because we have the superfan here. And sometimes I was like, I didn't compliment my own body. So do you know what I'll say now? Fuck, I'm in a good shape. Before the eurovision shit, I was like this (sucks belly in), but after eurovision when money started coming in… But the saddest thing is, I've drank all the money and I got nothing but the belly left. But at least I got some memory. Let's go.

After paidaton riehuja: Think about it, for the first time I saw boobs. I won't say if it was a man or woman's boobs, but I saw them anyway. And they were great!

[ladylooch]

https://www.tumblr.com/ladylooch/731901546727620608/i-am-simping-so-hard-for-luca-fiala-rn-which?source=share

And.... What happens next? (I loved it)

Practice at TRIA Rink ended more than fifteen minutes ago, but Luca Fiala graciously signs every single item thrust in front of him. He poses for all pictures, bright smile and enthusiastic greetings for each fan. Unbeknownst to him, his girlfriend watches from her perch seven rows up the bleachers. There, Liv wraps her fingers tighter into her biceps to hold her warmth in. She underestimated a hockey rink in Minnesota, in February. 

Slowly, the crowd filters down to a few kids. It is a Thursday practice. If it were a weekend, Luca would be here for hours as their star player. Liv smiles, watching him sign one of his dad’s jerseys. Luca always loves doing that, especially when the other 2 on their number has his dad’s ink already.

“There you go. Have a good day, bud.” Luca chuckles as the kid turns around, mouth agape in awe of his favorite player. They bounce away as Liv stands, beginning to walk down the metal bleachers. Her boots clapping loudly has Luca looking up at her. Shock covers his face, then a huge grin as she leans against the railing in front of him. 

“You got any more time for your number one fan?” She asks.

“All the time in the world.” He murmurs against her mouth as they kiss. 

“I came to apologize in person.”

“No, it’s okay. I.. didn’t handle that great either. I should have asked you.”

“You don’t need me to ask me if you can have your neighbors over to use your oven. I overreacted.”

“I didn’t have a shirt on. That was bad.”

“Yeah, but you NEVER have a shirt on. It’s not like that’s new.” 

“Still.” He reaches out, tilting his foggy visor back up so he can see her clearly. “Not appropriate or considerate of you.” 

“This.” Liv moans, wrapping her arms around his sweaty shoulders. “Is why I can never stay mad at you.”

“I’m okay with that. How did you get here so fast?”

“‘Timo Meier is my dad’ still gets me places.” She chuckles against his mouth. They smile into their kiss, tongues lightly touching as they soothe the last few disgruntled feelings the best way they know how. “And his black AMEX.”

“I could have bought your ticket.”

“No. I needed to pay my own way this time.” They both laugh, shoulders shaking.

“How long do I get you?” He asks, moving a hand down to slide into the back pocket of her jeans. 

“Sunday morning. I have to be in class on Monday at 8:00am.” Luca nods, smiling brighter.

“I’ll take it. Anything with you.”

Liv agrees, then gives him one more smooch.

“Okay that’s about as much as I can do of that smell. It’s bringing back memories of my stinky brothers in the same car.”

“Yuck.” He sticks his tongue out. “Okay, I am going to shower then I’ll come grab you. Are you okay here? Do you need anything?”

“Just you to hurry.” A knowing passes between them. Liv scrapes her lip into her mouth, eyes becoming dark and wanting.

“Showering is the only thing that’s going to be fast today, pretty girl.” 

He tosses a wink, then disappears down the tunnel. Liv looks up, blushing when she sees a few lingering fans heard his words. 

[johnstock17]

"Amortentia Overdose" part 1

Romilda.

That was the thought that reigned in his head as he woke up. It was the only thought, really.

The full moon cast its silvery glow upon the darkened Gryffindor dormitory, illuminating Harry Potter’s restless form as he sat abruptly on his bed. His heart pounded with a primal rhythm, each beat sending waves of desire coursing through his body.

He was consumed by lustful thoughts of Romilda Vane, whose seductive smile and bewitching eyes had ensnared him. As beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, Harry knew that mere dreams could not quench his thirst for Romilda. He needed to find her. To touch her. To taste her.

"Let's see where you are," he whispered hoarsely to himself.

He reached to grab the Marauder’s Map from his trunk. He usually used it for emergencies. Which is why it felt right in this situation. With a deft flick of his wrist, he tapped his wand and muttered, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." He really meant it.

The map sprang to life, revealing the intricate layout of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the whereabouts of every soul within its walls.

"Romilda Vane," Harry breathed, his eyes scanning the parchment hungrily. His pulse quickened when he finally located her name. She was in the library, accompanied by Parvati Patil. "Of course," he murmured, recalling how studious both girls were known to be. "Late-night study session."

With trembling hands, he reached for his invisibility cloak, hidden not far away. The soft fabric slid over his skin like a lover's caress, fueling his anticipation. Donning the cloak, Harry vanished from sight, leaving only a gentle rustle of fabric in his wake. He crept out of the dormitory, every fiber of his being focused on Romilda. The castle's cold stone floors beneath his feet did little to cool the fire that burned within him.

As he walked stealthily, thoughts of her reigned in his mind. Her coy smile, her playful freckles… her figure. The mandatory robes and garments from the school were usually a teenage boy’s enemy, but as Harry began to recall, Romilda always looked more than splendid. The way her school uniform hugged her body, flowy in some spots yet restrictive in all the right places. Back then, Harry played dumb, but he did notice how the curve of her butt made her skirt slightly shorter, or how her breasts defined the front of her shirt.

Another thing that he chose to ignore at the time, but now couldn’t keep out of his mind was all the signs Romilda had thrown his way. The lingering looks, the hearty laughs. Even those times where she deliberately went up the stairs in front of him, giving him a front row seat to watch her backside as her hips swayed with each step.

The castle's corridors seemed to stretch on forever, winding and dimly lit by the flickering torches. Harry's heart pounded in his chest like a wild animal as he looked for his prey. His breathing was labored, his eyes focused.

"Romilda," he whispered into the darkness, her name a salve to his aching soul. "I’m coming for you."

He couldn't help but be consumed by thoughts of her, the way her dark curls framed her face, her eyes sparking like embers in the firelight. Each memory of Romilda fanned the flames of his yearning, leaving him hungry for her touch.

"Damn it, focus, Potter," he chided himself, realizing he'd nearly missed a turn that would have taken him far from the library. With renewed purpose, he pressed on.

"Who's there?" a familiar voice called out suddenly, stopping Harry dead in his tracks. He held his breath, his heart leaping into his throat.

Professor McGonagall stood in the middle of the passageway, lamp in one hand and wand in the other. Harry remained still, not moving a muscle. The older woman inspected her surroundings with caution. After not detecting anything, she calmed down and whispered, "Must've been my imagination." After that, she carried on with her patrol down a separate hallway.

Harry exhaled slowly, cursing his carelessness. If she had caught him, his quest to find Romilda would have ended before it even began.

Too close, he thought to himself, forcing his limbs back into motion. I need to be more vigilant.

As he neared the library, the scent of old parchment and leather-bound books wafted through the air, a subtle reminder of the countless secrets these walls had borne witness to throughout the centuries. It was fitting, then, that tonight would hold yet another secret – one he and Romilda would share, their connection forged in the shadows of these hallowed halls.

Almost there, Harry thought, his pulse quickening. Soon, she'll know how much I need her.

With every step closer to the library, the thrumming of his heart grew louder, drowning out all other sounds. He could almost taste the intoxicating mix of power and vulnerability that awaited him just beyond the door.

When the heavy oak doors finally swung open before him, revealing the dimly lit room where Romilda sat, he stepped in with resolve.

"Romilda," he whispered under his breath, "I'm here."

[necromycologist]

rating 'fantasies' songs by their tlt vibes

recently i got really into this album and ive been listening to it nonstop and i got the urge to make this post so behold.

Help I'm Alive

we open with a BANGER. the whole heart motif beauty of existence thing is very tlt in general but "if we're still alive my regrets are few/if my life is mine what shouldnt i do" feels like it could be ntn cam+pal perhaps. 6/10 for general vibes not really going anywhere specific tho.

Sick Muse

i could see this as a convo between gideon and harrow. "pull your little arrows out an let me live my life" she WOULD say that about love... ily harrowhark necro'mancer nonagesimus lyctorway keep sticking your middle finger up at preps. but the main event is "all the blondes are fantasies/we looked at them eleven ways/you said look at me then looked away" like i dont even need to explain this one. YOU SAID LOOK AT ME THEN LOOKED AWAY the orpheus and eurydice the betrayal the hurt why wont you eat me please please consume me why are you saving me sorry one sec. ill shut up about greek myths now. 7.5/10 that one lyric saved it for me

Satellite Mind

this song is so strange and offputting it has to be about our favourite little bone nun <3 its givin htn harrow "i can feel you most when im alone" um the body the body the body "flashback of a feeling/sixth sense of a calling" its the love! that they couldnt take away!! 6/10 because i think that the dreamy freaky what the fuck is happening are suuuuper htn however the actual lyrics arent super close

Gold Guns Girls

i want this song to be about ianthe tridentarius soooooo bad... i want it to be about our favourite perpetually thirdweeling failgirl so much... like ive never wanted anything else ever oh my GOD... "i remember when you were gambling to win/everybody else said better luck next time" underestimated at canaan house anyone? anyone at all? no takers?? no??? 3/10 because despite my deepest wishes this is just a good song thats not about gay catholic homestuck 😔

Gimme Sympathy

slightly ironic gtn griddlehawk at its finest. "get hot/get too close to the flames" oops! now ur her cavalier "wild open space" gideon-gettin-shocked-by-days-on-earth-emotional.png "talk like an open book" not with that vow of silence. idiot. "sign me up!" shes not signed up haha "ill remember someday all the chances we took" not after the lobotomy u wont lol "we're so close to something better left unknown" cough cough LYCTORHOOD. 9/10 manifesting kiriona giving harrow sympathy after all of this is gone in alecto

Collect Call

hiii ntn fans i prommy i didn’t forget abt u! this one goes out to the psychosexual mess of role playing and bad meals enjoyers <3 "i know it's a lie i want it to be true/the rest of the rot is riding on you" oh boy like i said psychosexual mess... pyrra dve my beloved "wishing you could KEEP! ME! CLOSER! IM A LAZY! DANCER! WHEN YOU MOVE! I! MOVE WITH YOUOOOOOOOOO" oh lord nona placing her hand on cam's shoulder like palamedes would. oh lord being so close in one body and yet a second apart. 8/10 should be higher but i started Having Feelings about nona's death again and couldnt finish listening to the song

Front Row

this is a john song if I’ve ever heard one. “burnt out stars they shine so bright… all of us” is def. giving lyctor vibes. (just children playing with reflections thinking they were stars grauauauagh etc etc) plus plus “he’s not perfect/he’s a victim/of his occupation/social insulation/secret intervention” like fuck dude he really is!!! pilot that president around ordinary dude fuck the world up with your good intentions!!! 10/10 this song is the brainrot undying the kindly prince of my lyctor brainrot

Blindness

besties ngl i am INCREDIBLY torn on this one,,, on one hand “what it is and where it stops nobody knows/you gave me a life i never chose/i wanna leave but the world wont let me go” goes crazy hard. like harrowhark ‘cursed to keep living’ nonagesimus? hello is that u? on the other hand the whole opening sequence of this is very blood of eden coded… 5/10 this song has a very Character Energy about it but i think i must accept that that character is probably not a tlt one

Stadium Love

ohohohoo! here she comes!! this song IS about canaan house like the whole thing n nothing will convince me otherwise. "wanna make a deal/angel versus eel" hm im getting gideighth betrayal vibes from this "rabbit versus dove" WHAT DID I SAY colum get back here your government assigned fursona is in the song "owl versus dove" uuuuuh this can be about the sixth being cool basically whenever because sixth -> wisdom -> athena -> owl. idc that they live on mercury fuck off. the blorbos may be smart but i dont have to be. btw camilla hect if you read this im free on thursday night and would like to hang out plz respond and then hang out with me on thursday night when im free. u can bring your necromancer too if yw. "every living thing pushed into the ring" duel time every (necro)man(cer) for himself "guess you thought you could just watch" go on enforce that cohort order judith! it wont backfire at all haha! "NO. ONES. GETTING. OUT" well. uh. none of them are. plus cant you just see the Character Portrait Flashes AMV Moments to the wooowooos?? cant you??? "without STADIUM LOVE" the last time they say this w the beat drop it should be gidedeath cytherea duel epic timez and then the echoing "love love" at the end is harrow waking up and mouthing The Three Syllables TM. 11/10 somebody lend me their animation skills please i would be sooo epic and responsible with them i have a Vison...

in conclusion thx for listening to my deranged ramblings (if anyone actually does.) please go listen to fantasies its so so good... message me and we can brainrot thru it together xoxo

[problematicfanfics]

something i wrote out of desperation for my mind’s preservation as i left my cousin’s house from the hurricane evac

god. this town in my purgatory.

a middle class working family’s wet dream. kids roaming the streets, streets safe enough their parents don’t have to be informed before they walk out the garage door. streets safe enough elementary schoolers walk and bike and take electrical scooters to get to class alone. streets safe enough that the only menaces on them are the unattended twelve year olds kicking the knocked down streets signs from hurricanes.

the roundabouts that make me nauseous, that all look the same; an eeriness of debating whether you have to make one turn around or two, hell if you know because every single exit is lined in the same manner with the same trees, seeing the same font and sign in front of every neighborhood. “Connerton” and “Lista” and “The Armons”. even the names sound middle-class stuffy.

the pit that wells in my stomach as i sit in the bland guest bedroom, with showroom bedspread, what you’d see in a college boys dorm magazine. thinking how having seen the inside of my family’s house means i’ve practically seen the inside of every house on the block. copy and paste the same four house colors, so perfect to the point the HOA nuts their pants when they drive down the block. high as i sit in the room with three light switches but only one light, an unworking overhead fan, and three small motion detection night lights on each of the three open walls (the room is so small you can barely fit yourself between the sides of the bed without hitting the walls, save for the very skinny night stand with water damage courtesy of my last stay)

and palm trees. who just casually has palm trees lining their neighborhood? just rows, with neat little dessert plants perfectly planted around it, circled in cute carefully placed hand-picked rocks because shit, that’s what we paid for, isn’t it? every detail?

i thought being high there ruined me, but really being sober for the week just made it all that much worse.

and after 20 minutes of driving just to leave purgatory, you’re now met with the south. “GOOD CHRISTIANS FOLLOW JESUS” and “(83) FOR - TRUTH” billboards smack you out of the suburbia and white lies you told yourself that we’re safe, you’re safe, we’re good, as if the world doesn’t continue to turn just outside the stop light that divides alleged divinity from hell.

even four days after the hurricane we pass trees fallen on houses and business signs strewn across the road; but not in suburbia, no. suburbia was barely touched. somehow, some way, they were safe. i don’t understand.

why couldn’t i have been safe like they are?

what i would’ve done to be safe when i was their age. if id have known it existed.

and yet, as i said my goodbyes and stepped into the elevator of my dorm, that pit in my stomach never went away. no, in fact, it got worse. it made me realize i will never have that. at least not the way they have it. the only way i can ever touch that life is when i am old and middle working class of my own, with my own little boy and girl, too swamped with work to keep affording our mortgage to care about where my kids are. and as i kissed my grandma and grandpa goodbye i imagined how they had lived through ten times worse than i have, and yet they were happy for us (well, for as coherent as my grandpa could be). how?

and sick to my stomach i hit floor four. and sick to my stomach i sipped my matcha. and sick to my stomach running down my dorm halls i thought about already spending the $100 my grandma gave me in two neatly folded fifty dollar bills discreetly slipped into my hand at the airport when we picked her up on a new cart.

because i’ll never be happy. i just won’t. i won’t make myself happy. and maybe the purgatory wasn’t the suburbia but my realization that i will never be safe.

[jellostories]

AJ the Very Whimsical, Ch. 8: The Ice Arena Fiasco

In memory of Ron Ellett (1957-2022)

~~~~~

"I AM SO EXCITED, TWEESTY!!!" AJ squealed, grabbing her friend by the shoulders and shaking her. 

AJ and Twist were standing in line at The Jumbo Junk Ice Arena in Downtown Neila. The letter-board on the front of the tent-looking building advertised Wondarwill on Ice, an ice-skating show dedicated to all the classic films produced by the beloved family movie company, Willy Wondarwill Pictures. 

Being only eight years old, AJ and Twist were huge fans of Wondarwill -- heck, they'd rented The Ant in the Tree and Feast from Flickmaster Video so many times, the cashier just let them buy the videotapes.

And now, they'd both saved up enough of their allowance to buy tickets for Wondarwill on Ice!

After buying their tickets and snacks (and some duct tape to put over an overexcited AJ's mouth, per the arena staff's request), the girls sat down in Row F and waited for the show to start. AJ jumped up and down in her seat, uttering bubbly gibberish through her duct tape, while Twist lounged in her seat, drinking from her cup of SippIt lemon soda.

"Mmmf er-her-mmhmm er, mmhmm mmm mmmm, Mmmm-hmmm!" the silly girl said. "Mmhmm, mhmm mhmmm mhmm er mmhmm. Mmm hmmm mmm mmm hmm mmm mmm mmm?"

(Trans.: "Zis eez going to be so super-duper-tres awesome, Tweesty! Also, I zink I wet myself. Do you 'ave any spare leggings on you?")

Twist looked at her friend and giggled.

"What a silly, quirky girl," the scar-cheeked child thought to herself before she adjusted the rubber bands she’d used to secure her pigtails that morning.

Suddenly, a voice came on over the intercom: "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's performance of Wondarwill on Ice will be starting in approximately 10 minutes."

"Mmm-mmm-mmm!?" AJ groaned and tugged on either side of her hat in frustration. "Mmm mmm mhmm mmm mmm!"

(Trans.: "10 meenutes!? I can't wait zat long!!!")

Faster than you could say "Whoa!", AJ grabbed her astonished best friend by the arm ("Angel, what--") and dragged her out of the bleachers, down the aisle separating the bleachers from the ice, through a door, down a hallway, and straight to a door with a sign whose letters desperately needed to be repainted: "DANGER: DO NOT ENTER". 

Simply seeing that sign on the door was enough to pique AJ's curiosity. She could finally read on a second-grade level! How super-duper-tres awesome was that!?

AJ pulled the duct tape off of her mouth, letting out a loud squeal as it pulled on her skin.  

"C'mon, Tweesty! Allons-y*!" she exclaimed, pulling an admittedly just-as-curious Twist through the marked-off door with her. "Our up-close ice show seats await us!"

A few seconds passed, followed by a thunderous ZZZZZ-POP! noise, two high-pitched screams, an alarm bell, and the sound of security guard-ish footsteps rushing down the hall.

"STUPID CANDYFORMER MACHINE!" one of the security guards yelled. "I TOLD THE BOSS WE SHOULD'VE DONATED THAT STUPID THING TO CHARITY!"

~~~~

Later...

AJ and Twist were in the back of an ambulance headed towards The Bizarre Accidents Treatment Station (B.A.T.S.), having just finished recounting their story to their families. The twins were seated in their parents' laps on the bench seat next to Twist's gurney, with Blaze holding AJ in her arms on the opposite side and looking like her eyes had leaked mascara.

"...so, that 'muh-sheen' thingy turned you into candy people?" recapped Prancer. Her voice sounded more slippery than usual due to Pizza's drooling.

"Pretty much, oui," AJ answered as she cheerfully licked herself. She'd been turned into (yummy, yummy) chocolate by the CandyFormer Machine.

Twist, who'd been turned into strawberry pudding, folded her arms and raised an eyebrow at her friend.

"Must be nice being carefree like you," she muttered.

"Eet eez!" AJ giggled, making Twist groan and Blaze sniff.

Mrs. Holloway cleared her throat and gently smacked Pepsy's hand away from her older sister (Pepsy: "Mmmm -- hick! -- strawberry...")

"Well, carefree or not, you're both grounded for being dumb and reckless," said the mother Holloway.

Blaze and Frank nodded in agreement.

"(Le) what!?" the eight-year-olds shrieked in near-unison. (Blaze winced and adjusted her screeching hearing aid).

"But-- But-- But--" AJ stuttered, as if there weren't enough words in either of her spoken languages to properly express her outrage, "But we 'ave to go back next week when our ban ends! We'll save ze refund zey gave us so we won't 'ave to scramble for ze money again! I'll even iron my lucky leggings so I won't do anyzing stupide again!"

"Yeah, and it was AJ's idea to go through that door, not mine!" Twist said, before hastily adding to her friend: "No offense."

AJ laughed like nothing bothered her at all. "Hahaha, I love getting extra credit..."

Unfortunately for the girls, their pleas fell on deaf ears.

"Sorry, Bertha, but your mother's right," Frank said, smacking Pizza's Prancer-clad hand away from Twist, "even if it wasn't your idea to go through that door, you still did nothing to stop AJ."

"And ze last time you tried to use my clothes iron, you dropped eet on your toe, Junior!" Blaze said to AJ, who blushed at the memory.

Twist opened her mouth to argue, but she quickly shut it once she realized her dad was right. She'd wanted to see what was behind that door, too, so she didn't try to stop AJ like she normally would've.

"DANG IT!" yelled the scar-cheeked girl, punching the gurney she was sitting on.

Twist regretted doing this immediately; her pudding-y hand became stuck to the mattress and wouldn't move no matter how hard she pulled. 

Everyone in the back of the ambulance looked at the girl with either "Yikes!" or "Oh, poop" written on their faces.

"Um,” said Twist with a sheepish smile on her face, “is there a bed doctor in the ambulance or something?”

Silence fell. Then…

“That joke -- hick! -- sucked.”

“Shut up, Pepsy!”

Footnotes

*: "Let's go!"

[influencermagazineuk]

Seventeen Makes History at Glastonbury: K-Pop Takes Center Stage

When Leah Townsend and Taz Delarosa bought their Glastonbury tickets last year, they never imagined their favorite K-pop band would join the lineup. “I cried so much when we found out,” shared Delarosa, 26. “This is going to be massive for them.” “I was over the moon,” added Townsend, also 26. “We didn’t think it was going to happen.” 뉴스인스타, CC BY 3.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0, via Wikimedia Commons On Friday afternoon, Seventeen took to the Pyramid Stage, making history as the first K-pop band to ever perform at Glastonbury. Fans, who coined the term "GlasTeen" for the event, saw this as a monumental moment, especially since K-pop is often overlooked by Western festivals. Some dedicated fans traveled all the way from South Korea to see the band perform in Somerset. Byeongiu Lee, 36, expressed his excitement: “A lot of British people don’t know Seventeen, but this is a meaningful moment for us. We came to witness history. I flew more than 14 hours for this. I am really proud of them. It’s like a dream.” Seventeen, a South Korean 13-piece boyband, produces its own music, with members involved in songwriting, production, and choreography. The group performs as a full ensemble and in three subgroups specializing in hip-hop, vocals, and performance, explaining their name: 13 members + 3 teams + 1 group. The group had the best-selling album worldwide last year and were the second biggest-selling artists of 2023, just behind Taylor Swift, according to the IFPI. Performing at Glastonbury, a prestigious festival with a 200,000-strong crowd, was a significant honor for them. On stage, they said, “We are extremely honored to be here. We’ll show you what kind of team Seventeen is.” Townsend remarked, “K-pop is becoming more accepted and global. It’s huge that they’re the first K-pop band to play Glastonbury. This helps break the barrier and bring K-pop to the rest of the world. I’m so happy for them – and for me.” SEVENTEEN, CC BY 3.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0, via Wikimedia Commons Ewan Zhang, 32, from London, added, “K-pop is becoming much more international, and I’m thrilled to see it on a bigger stage now. It’s a genre that encapsulates everything. This is my first time seeing them live, and I’m very excited.” When Seventeen burst onto the stage with their slick dance moves and captivating energy, the front rows were packed with fans wearing custom T-shirts and holding homemade signs. Zoe Li, 32, waved a flag with the Seventeen logo and a sign saying “Aju Nice,” the title of her favorite song. “I love their dancing and choreography,” she said. “This is huge for them, and I really hope they get a good crowd. The songs are catchy, regardless of the language. I hope they gain more fans from this.” Seventeen's Glastonbury set follows girl group Blackpink, who made history last year as the first K-pop group to headline a UK festival at BST Hyde Park. Hundreds of Seventeen fans worldwide spent the past week urging the BBC to livestream the band’s set globally after the broadcaster announced it would do so for headliners Dua Lipa and Coldplay. Many in the crowd may have been experiencing K-pop for the first time. Seventeen member Seungkwan previously told NME, “Some of the audience might not know us well, but we hope everyone leaves with the impression that these guys can really smash it on stage.” Read the full article

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I'll admit I went to see Lando at his hotel last year with my friend. We can't afford gp tickets so this was essentially our only chance. It was raining non stop for hours so we thought not many people would stay and there weren't.

Most people were pretty chill, some girls tried to push us out from the front, I actually got pushed back a row so I gave my friend my hat I wanted signed so maybe she can get it done, but I was content with the thought that he might not show or might not stop.

Oscar arrived first and man.... People were so rude and dismissive of him. Iirc my friend got a pic with him, he was so sweet though. But when Lando arrived. Literally people crawled out of the pavement, like we tripled in minutes. And it was the 20-30 something DUDES that started pushing the people in the front, yelling, almost knocking the barricade down (yes theres barricade at every hotel in my country now lol). I almost got crushed and Lando quickly abandoned our side, totally understandable. The entitlement is crazy.

My friend wants to try going this year again, to see the Ferrari boys. I'd love to see Carlos and Max but it's insane. I honestly felt so bad for Lando, while also being over the moon that I got my hat signed and I got to see him irl (he's such a short king lmao) but I'm not sure I could stomach this again. It was worse than any concert I ever front rowed, and I did a lot. And just the plain disrespect.

And I also know that the middle aged men who push like 10 pictures into their faces to sign, taking away their time and effort are just gonna sell those anyways and it makes me so furious.

Firstly, fuck anyone who’s mean to Oscar ugh 😣

Crawling out of the pavement ☠️☠️☠️ deceased I laughed hard at that

That really sounds like a nightmare for my agoraphobic ass i am actually impressed you survived.

I don’t know how they don’t get scared honestly like even if these are all just fans id be scared of some baby reindeer shit or just people getting mad I wouldn’t sign something. I do understand why they usually use private entrances ngl