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writing my first song. head legitimately empty but so full of nondescript concepts. help
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after you had a fight with him, he looks for you during his concert
6reeze xiao x gn!reader
modern/celebrity au, angst, fluff, not proofread
a/n: i am struggling to write please take my feeble offering
the flashing lights on the stage aren't half as bright as the way your eyes light up when he comes home, or when you see he made breakfast for you.
xiao hasn't seen you in too long.
"please be here." he hates the pounding in chest, where under normal circumstances he would be filled with pride.
usually you stay over, but two nights ago, two nights before the start of his 6reeze tour, you and xiao had a large argument about how he wasn't taking care of himself because of his job.
he lashed out at you, and he thinks you hate him for it, but he hates himself even more.
he didn't get half the sleep he needed for his big day. you just weren't there.
not one face in the crowd below is yours. he has never felt so anxious.
xiao hopes nobody notices how he sings with more desperation in his voice, the notes scratching in his throat.
halfway through the chorus, he finally spots you.
you, beautiful you with your arms crossed, not singing or dancing. your friends scream their heads off beside you but you just watch.
the words to the song he wrote for you are a lot rawer than intended. tears begin to flood his vision.
xiao spots aether on the guitar in the corner of his eye before it starts getting blurry. he blinks in time to see the guitarist mouth a 'you okay?' in a break of the song.
xiao doesn't feel okay.
he doesn't feel okay when the concert ends, and the audience is leaving, and you're leaving with them.
xiao doesn't feel very okay, but he drops whatever he was even holding to bolt out after you.
"yn! yn, wait."
you give in. it's hard not to. "yes?"
he stops to catch his breath when you turn around. xiao doesn't even know what to say, where to start.
"look, i-" he stops to think carefully. "i don't mean what i said, okay? i mean- the wrong words came out, i- i didn't-"
"wow," you say, feigning impressment. "for how much you love songwriting, that was real poetic. is it because this time it's not for a crowd? because it's just for intrusive, overbearing me?"
his heart cracks. "yn," xiao pleads.
you give him a look. you want to hug him and say it's okay, but you don't. you don't deserve to let it slide so easily, at least not without an apology.
and xiao knows it too.
"i'm sorry. i didn't mean to call you intrusive, or- or overbearing. you were just looking out for me, you always do. and i was stressed and i- and i lost my shit and i shouldn't have and-" he talks faster and faster, a sign he's getting nervous.
"and i love you and i'm so sorry, so- so please don't leave me."
you rock back and forth on your feet, staring at the ground.
finally, you break the silence. "your performance was incredible. i liked the last song."
a breath escapes from xiao. "i wrote it for you," he mumbles. "actually, i- almost the whole setlist was for you, so..."
"it really hurt, you know," you say softly. "this wasn't the first time."
"i know," he whispers. "it won't happen again, really."
"okay. apology accepted."
"...but not forgiven?"
"well, walk me home first."
and xiao does, his pinkie finger intertwined with yours. you hum his last track on the way home.
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hi, i’m j!
i’m a trans foxgirl who makes music under a couple different aliases and dabbles in other media as well. i use she/her pronouns exclusively, anything referring to me by other pronouns is out of date or just wrong. i am 29 years old and live in the pacific northwest near seattle. i am currently engaged to @daxe, who is also the main visual artist i work with, he creates most of my album covers as well as all the “official” art of my fursona.
my fursona is a swift fox and she shares my name because my connection to her is 1:1. working on a ref sheet and when i have it i will add that here.
odds are if you know me from anything it’s from one of these albums:
that’s my band glass beach, my most well known project, where i am the lead singer, primary songwriter, guitarist, keyboardist, and co-producer. though my blog is named after this project (and has been before the band even started) this is not really an official account for the band. any big announcements will be posted here but if you just want to keep up with the band you’re better off following glassbeachband on twitter. this is a personal account for me to post whatever the hell i want and i go wild with the reblogs sometimes.
LINKS:
glassbeach.bandcamp.com - glass beach’s music
classicj.bandcamp.com - my solo music, including my noise pop alias “j” as well as some older experimental electronic music released under the name “classic j”
classicj.neocities.org - my neocities page, WIP but i have put a lot of work into coding some interesting stuff, check it out!
glassbeach.band - glass beach’s website, which i designed.
^ me on stage with glass beach, photos by joey tobin
^ my favorite way to take selfies lol
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notes / thoughts on the Papas' (lack of) involvement in the songwriting process and their connections to the concepts / themes of their albums
thanks for the kind words and thanks for the ask! these were great questions and really enjoyed writing this response. your questions really made me think! (and when i start thinking i always think too hard and take forever to answer– sorry this took so long!)
i'm putting these questions together because i feel they are closely related. this is a topic i've recently been thinking about a lot, actually.
A Ghoul Writer was first mentioned in that 2010 interview with Primo. the Ghoul Writer is Special Ghoul, the Nameless Ghoul character who gave interviews in Eras 2 and 3. in interviews with him, either he himself or the interviewers would usually mention he's the Writer. i'm not linking anything specific here because you can find this happening in pretty much any Era 2 / 3 interview. (though there's one Era 2 Nameless Ghoul interview that refers to the Writer as a separate character.)
the only Papa who wrote his own music was Nihil. the music video for The Future Is A Foreign Land shows that he and his Nameless Ghouls wrote the song together, and he's credited as a writer on Seven Inches Of Satanic Panic. (pic: back of the SIOSP record)
after Nihil, none of the Papas were involved in the songwriting process. everything after Nihil was written by A Ghoul Writer.
PITCHFORK: On the new album, the songs/lyrics are credited to "A Ghoul Writer." Are you this "Ghoul Writer"? If so, what inspired the words? PAPA EMERITUS: I am not the Ghoul Writer. Pitchfork (April 2013)
Does Papa contribute to the composing process? NAMELESS GHOUL: No, Papa doesn’t contribute to the song-writing. Metal Paths (August 2015)
so the later Papas were interpreters of the music, not writers.
as for the question of whether the Papas embody the sins of society or criticize the sins of society by parodying them, i think it's a bit of both– and i think it depends on which perspective we're looking from.
obviously from a real-world perspective, Ghost as a whole is meant to criticize and parody the issues the music is about, and the personality and characterization of each Papa is closely tied to the themes of his album.
from an in-universe lore perspective, as interpreters of the music, each Papa has his own relationship with the themes of his album. i think the Ghoul Writer writes each album for / about the Papa who's going to perform it. however, this is not necessarily a positive gesture.
here are my notes / thoughts on how each Papa relates to the themes of his album:
(trigger warning for mentions of misogynistic violence / rape / forced pregnancy)
Opus Eponymous and Primo: Primo refuses to comment on his interpretation of Opus Eponymous, but it's pretty clear what he thinks. Primo is a misanthrope who believes humans are “vermin” that have doomed themselves due to their “intellectual decline”. in his eyes, humanity is unworthy of life and will eventually be destroyed. Opus Eponymous has been described as an "orthodox devil-worshipping" album, and it is a very violent album, which is great for Primo because he's an orthodox devil worshiper and he loves violence and murder and wants everyone to die. 'Elizabeth' celebrates an alleged serial killer who is said to have killed hundreds of women / girls. 'Stand By Him' is about a woman being raped by a priest, who then accuses her of witchcraft and has her burned at the stake in order to cover up the assault. and the overall narrative of Opus Eponymous is about a woman being raped and forced to carry + birth the Antichrist, which will eventually kill her. this is something Primo thinks is good and anticipates happening because he believes in the cult very literally and agrees with its message / mission of human extinction. Primo is definitely a villain.
Infestissumam and Secondo: interestingly, there is actually an instance of Papa telling us about his interpretation of this album. in Secondo's own words, "the new album is about the presence of the Devil. The title, Infestissumam, means 'the biggest threat' and refers literally to the arrival of the Antichrist, but what it is also is about is what man has traditionally regarded as diabolical presence– namely female form and swagger." Infestissumam is about how humanity can connect to the presence of the Devil, both physically and spiritually. i think this theme really shows through Secondo. to him, all the things traditionally regarded as sin –especially sexuality– are good things. to him, Satan is the way to freedom and enlightenment. on the flipside, all the things promoted by christianity –holiness and virtue and repression– are stupid and stifling. Secondo is a jerk and he loves to have sex and party and he just doesn't care. Secondo, more than any other Papa, is dedicated to indulging in sin and saying "fuck you" to christianity.
Meliora and Terzo: it's complicated. i don't want to give a detailed explanation right now because i already have a separate post in my drafts about my analysis of Terzo's relationship with the themes of Meliora (it will be long). for now, this is what i'll say: Meliora is about the absence of god, and it's described as futuristic and "pre-apocalyptic." the title "Meliora" means "for the pursuit of better", but it's meant to be ironic. it's about the mistakes people make / the bad things people do in pursuit of better. so as your ask states, it criticizes ambition, greed, and abuse of power. i think Terzo wants to criticize those sins. but i think that he also embodies them, to a certain extent, and i think Meliora is also criticizing him.
Prequelle and Cardinal Copia: we don't really have any canon material that indicates Cardi's personal opinions on the album, but there is certainly a connection between the character and the concept / themes of the album. Prequelle is described as a "positive" album about the plague. it's an album about society falling apart during the apocalypse. it's also an album about celebration and survival in spite of being faced with the inevitability of death. i think Cardi certainly embodies this. Cardi is surrounded by death. Prequelle Era begins with Papas I, II, and III being murdered in order to promote Cardi's success, and it ends with Papa Nihil dying, which allows Cardi to ascend and become Papa IV. in a way, Cardi is both a plague rat and a survivor. it's not his fault they died. he didn't ask for them to be killed, and he was not their killer. but he is the herald and the carrier of the true killer, the actual driving force behind everything (Sister Imperator). through all this, Cardi is having a good time! he's dancing the night away! he's glad everyone standing in his way has dropped dead! he is a rising star and he feels invincible! and he is certain he will survive this.
IMPERA and Papa Emeritus IV: the main themes of IMPERA are "spiritual annihilation", reactionary sentiment, and regression. it's about how people who fear progress are afraid of losing their sense of meaning / purpose and their place in the world, so they turn to misogyny, violence, religious dogma, and fascism. they cling to the idea of having a cause to fight for. i think Cardi is certainly criticizing these issues. he doesn't agree with any of this at all. however, there's still a connection between the narrative of IMPERA and Cardi's character arc in this Era. narratively, IMPERA is a concentrated / condensed version of the apocalyptic narrative that plays out through the first 4 albums. it's about the cyclical nature of the rise and fall of empires. IMPERA Era begins with Cardi ascending to the title of Papa. but after the feeling of triumph wore off, Cardi became very aware of and very fearful of his own inevitable end. he knew that no matter how great his achievements were, he would be forced to step down so his successor could take his place, just like his predecessors had for him. Rite Here Rite Now is about Cardi struggling to make peace with this idea. as a side note: i really like the irony of the fact that Cardi was never actually the leader of his own empire– he was a puppet emperor who got his marching orders from his mother. it connects to IMPERA's theme of political manipulation.
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𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 ~ 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟗𝟓𝟎
𝐬𝐮��𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝?
𝐚/𝐧: 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞
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The venue was packed to the brim with fans waiting to enter and watch the battle of their favourite bands. You had taken a reserved spot at the back of the building, giving you easy access to bypass the crowd. You made your way inside through the back door, winding through swarms of musicians and crew members hurriedly preparing for their time to shine on stage. Your eyes scanned the room, looking for the subject of tonight’s interview: Sirius Black.
You eventually spotted the door you were looking for, labelled with the band’s name. You knocked without hesitation, waiting patiently for someone to answer the door.
“Who is it?” A man inside shouted.
“Y/n L/n!” You answered back, crossing your arms.
You heard hurried footsteps thumping towards the door before it swung open, revealing the very man you were looking for. He leaned on the door frame, a cigarette hanging between his lips. He plucked it out of his mouth, leaning his head back to blow the smoke upwards.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of Miss L/n herself?” He spoke, a cocky smirk spreading across his lips.
“Did your manager not let you know that he had scheduled an interview for you?” You questioned, stepping past him and entering the dressing room.
“My manager? Oh, that guy. We fired him weeks ago.”
“Oh. Well we scheduled it last month, and I paid for this, so.” You stated, pulling your notepad and tape recorder out of your bag.
He shut the door, following you inside. “You paid to talk to me? Well, I’m honoured.”
“It’s my job. And you’re hot shit right now. Anyone would be stupid to pass up an opportunity like this.” You settled on one of the leather couches, setting your tape recorder down on the coffee table next to an ashtray full of extinguished cigarettes.
Sirius grinned with pride, taking the seat directly across from you. “I guess I am pretty hot. So are you.”
“That’s not what I meant.” You defended, flipping your notepad open to an empty page.
“But it’s what I meant.” He took another drag from his cigarette, this time not bothering to blow it away from your face. From the look on his face, it seemed like pushing your buttons was bringing him great pleasure. After a moment, he continued. “Alright, I’ll play nicely. Go ahead and ask your little questions.”
You nodded, clearing your throat and starting the recording. “As you know, I’ve already interviewed your bandmates before, so today’s questions will really focus on you. My first question is about the latest album you guys put out. What was the inspiration behind it?”
Sirius leaned back in his seat, resting an arm on the back of the sofa. “I mean, at first we were just fucking around, Writing random shit, as you can probably tell. Some of the songs were purely nonsense. Later in the album is when the lyrics actually mean something. It’s really just about life. Ups and downs, highs and lows. Things that we’ve experienced in our lives, things that we want out of life. We did a lot of collaborating on the lyrics for this one. Usually Remus and I take the lead with the songwriting.”
You jotted down his response, nodding along with his words. “What song would you say is your favourite on the album, and why?”
“If I had to pick, I love Midnight Melody. It literally came to me one night while I was sleeping, and I woke up and wrote it right away. It’s really about reminiscing on past relationships, which is pretty obvious. I’m not the best at hiding messages between the lines, so they’re pretty blatant.”
You continued to conduct the interview, asking him more about what he has planned for the future and other things about his music. Towards the end of the interview, he had succeeded in loosening you up, even sharing a laugh with you a few times.
“You’ve got quite the reputation, Sirius. What’s the wildest thing you’ve done?” You questioned, leaning in with anticipation.
Sirius chuckled, also leaning forward to lock eyes with you. “Oh, darling, you don’t want to know. I’m sure you know that some stories are better left untold.” His voice was low yet confident, sending chills down your spine.
“Come on, Sirius. I’m sure everyone is dying to know.” You responded with a sly smile, hoping that he’d give in.
He shook his head, putting his cigarette out in the crystal ashtray between the two of you. “That’s all you’ll get out of me for today, Y/n. If you want more information, you’ll have to come see me after the show. Without the recorder.”
The tension in the air was suffocating, and his fixated gaze on you was making it hard to say no. Especially when he kept glancing down at your lips as he awaited your answer.
“I might just take you up on that offer.” You spoke after a moment, shutting off the recorder.
His grin widened as he watched you pack your things into your bag, heading for the door. He caught your wrist, drawing you back to him. “I’ll be waiting for you, Y/n. Right here, after the show.”
In the moment the interview felt so far behind you, as if it was a distant memory. Right now, all you could focus on was the way he was looking down at you, a glint of lust in his eyes.
“I’ll be here. Just make sure your bandmates aren't.”
“Oh, I’ll make sure of it, sweetheart. And look.” He let go of your wrist, gesturing to the doorknob. “Lucky for us, the door locks.”
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[ENG SUB] Jan and Nace at Hitradio Center, 23.07.2024
Photo source: Hitradio Center FB
Jan and Nace were guests at Hitradio Center in the morning on Tuesday, the 23rd of July 2024. They talked to Vesna Ponorac and Melani Mekicar about, among other things, 'Šta bih ja' and what to expect from the new album, who snores on the tour bus, and what they like best about each other.
Translation and captions by a member of Joker Out subs, English proofreading by IG GBoleyn123, video graphics by X pastellibianchi.
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Full translated transcript under the cut!
Melani: Good morning from (Radio) Center, it's 7:36 AM and Vesna Ponorac and Melani Mekicar are keeping you company, and now, we've been announcing and waiting for them for two days,and we listen to them every day anyway, and we're always happy to see them. With us in Center's studio are Joker Out, or, well, two fifths of them. Nace and Jan, welcome!
Vesna: Good morning.
Jan: Greetings.
Melani: Good morning. I know that... well, thank you for taking the time, I know you've been "on the go" recently, literally. Where were you over the weekend? Most recently, or...
Nace: Go ahead, Jan.
Jan: Oh, thank you. Most recently, we were in Germany, at the Deichbrand Festival.
Melani: Was it good?
Jan: It was good. The only bad thing was that it took us 12 hours on the plane...
Melani: Oh, great.
Vesna: A ride.
Jan: In each direction.
Vesna: Yes, this European tour of yours is pretty varied. How many cities have you already done and how many are still ahead of you?
Melani: Is anyone keeping count?
Nace: Oh, you keep count. I know that we've done most European countries.
Melani: Okay.
Nace: Or, we will, what we haven't done yet, we will.
Melani: You will.
Vesna: Such sweet problems.
Melani: Yes, nice.
Vesna: How many cities you've already done, the best. Are you tired at all? What does it look like? Jan, you are now...
Nace: Do we look tired?
Vesna: Ah, Nace. Right, you're approaching the threshold of a new decade.
Melani: You've actually crossed it already, the first one.
Vesna: Ah, you already did. Oh, okay, I didn't know yet, okay, sorry.
Nace: No, I did.
Vesna: Well, but after sleeping in the tour busand on planes, does your back hurt already? Your lower back? Any issues yet?
Nace: Sleeping on the tour bus is betterthan sleeping at home.
Melani & Vesna: Really?
Vesna: Do you have a waterbed in there?
Nace: No, I don't know what happens, but when... Like, when you're tired after a gig and lie down in your bunk and the bus starts to move...
Melani: And you're there... A baby in a stroller.
Nace: As if someone were rocking you. Noise cancelling earphones, we've already learned that. And then you just fall asleep. We've also got used to it on planes, to... Earphones and that thing for the eyes...
Melani: I was just going to ask who snores the most on the tour bus.
Nace: No one.
Melani: No one? Or do you just not hear it because you have earphones?
Nace: I mean, no one from the band. Well, that too.
Melani: No one from the band.
Nace: No one from the band, but... Usually it's so that the band is on one side of the bus, and the crew is like... It just happens to be that way.
Melani: Fair, fair. Well, enough about tiredness, no rest for the brave, or however you say, you're here to tell us a little more about your new single 'Šta bih ja'.
Vesna: An awesome song.
Melani: Do tell us,you're leaning towards the microphone.
Nace: We have to speak close to the microphone.
Vesna: That's true.
Melani: Well, Bojan, the songwriter, is not here right now, for us to ask him who he can't do without in a black night, but okay. Tell us when this song was made, because people have been singing it for a while at gigs, right, but you only released it just over ten days ago.
Jan: Yes, um... That was actually the first song that we started working on in London, where we went in January. We went to London, among other things, with the intention to have maybe a more... cosmopolitan sound and... to perhaps get new experiences, and the first song that was made turned out to be the most nostalgically Balkan.
Melani: That's right.
Jan: So yeah, you have to go somewhere to start being aware of...
Melani: Your roots.
Jan: Exactly.
Melani: Nice, nice.
Vesna: The song is very ex-Yugo, just like you were in Sarajevo, maybe... looking for inspiration. But can we then expect more like that on the new album, any similar songs, or...?
Melani: Which languages are waiting for us and so on?
Nace: I mean, the album definitely has a common thread, and there will be at least three languages.
Melani: At least three, okay.
Nace: I mean, there will be three.
Melani: Okay, nice. And speaking of the new album, come on, we want to know all the details. When will we hear it, where will we hear it live, we already said three languages, spill the tea, everything you can.
Jan: You know what, I'd like to know that too.
Melani: Really? Who does know?
Jan: Honestly, no one really does right now, but in October, it'll be out in October. I can say that.
Melani & Vesna: Okay.
Melani: Okay, nice.
Vesna: Well, we will be back, because...
Jan: Or, in September.
Vesna: In September? Okay, that's very soon. Anyway, we'll be back exactly two hits later, because there were a lot of questions submitted for you.
Melani: On our Instagram, yup.
Vesna: Exactly. And we got calls as well, so we're looking forward to it, stay with us, it'll be a good time.
(music break)
Vesna: 'The Sound of Silence', good morning, you're at (Radio) Center.
Melani: Morning!
Vesna: We are Melani Mekicar and Vesna Ponorac here with you, and Jan and Nace from Joker Out are here as well. Good morning!
Melani: Morning.
Jan & Nace: Good morning.
Vesna: Well, we already spoke about the tour and the new song earlier, and now it's time for our listeners to get their turn.
Melani: Yes, if you only knew how many questions we got on our Instagram. Instagram exploded, as well as the calls, so let's start.
Vesna: Let's start with the calls.
Melani: Let's start with the calls.
Vesna: First up, a question from Mateja.
Caller: I really want to know how many girls from primary school write to you now? Like, female classmates, and maybe male classmates too, look, you never know.
Melani: Well?
Vesna: Well?
Jan: For a few years, I've been in contact with maybe...
Melani: Hey, you have to come closer, you know. Yes, yes.
Jan: For a few years, I've actually only been in contact with two female classmates.
Melani: Were you already in contact before?
Jan: Yes, regardless of the band, so...
Melani: They weren't like, "Oh, what's up, Jan?"
Vesna: Have any others piped up from before? No?
Jan: I mean, no, actually they haven't. Not much has changed, honestly.
Vesna: They don't dare to. Nace, is it any different for you?
Nace: A classmate called me if I could get her an autographed shirt.
Vesna: Your autograph or someone else's?
Nace: No, like for the whole band to sign.
Vesna: Ah, the whole band.
Nace: Everyone then always says, "Yes, you know, it's for my nephew."
Melani: Yes, the classic. For relatives.
Nace: "Which size? Ah, ah." It's always like that, always.
Vesna: Okay. The best. Great. The next question is from Petra.
Caller: Hi, boys. Going to Sziget, that is, well, how to say, an achievement, an achievement. I'd like to know if you're excited yet? And I'd like to know which other artists will you watch, listen to?
Melani: Sziget. Tell us.
Jan: Yes, we're very excited. This is... That was definitely one of our biggest goals, which... which didn't seem conceivable at all, years ago. But yes, this year we're on the main stage. I don't know if we will... Will we be able to watch anyone?
Melani: If you could.
Nace: Well, I hope so.
Melani: Who would you like to?
Nace: I don't know exactly who's on that day.
Melani: Who it is. But you'll watch someone for sure, if you have the chance, right.
Vesna: Well, you will hang out in the backstage, isn't that even better?
Melani: Yeah, they don't need to watch.
Vesna: You don't need to watch, man. You can watch from the back. Well, the next question is from Matej.
Caller: Hey. I'd like to know if you have any advice for young musicians who want to make it the way you did. Thank you for the answer!
Melani: Alright, music advice.
Nace: Music advice. Yeah...
Vesna: A little closer to the mic, Nace.
Nace: I will say it very close to the microphone. Just practise a lot, a lot, a lot, practise a lot, and practise a lot. What else do they need, to be persistent.
Vesna: What about the mindset?
Jan: And have a good mindset.
Nace: Yes.
Vesna: What does that mean, a good mindset?
Nace: Well, to have a good mindset while practising.
Vesna: To already imagine yourself at Sziget.
Melani: To not give up.
Vesna: Or?
Jan: Was that question for young musicians?
Vesna: Yes, yes.
Melani: Exactly, for those who want to... I mean, young, that's relative, but yes.
Vesna: But like, bands that are just forming and don't know what to do. What's your advice for them?
Jan: Have a charismatic and likeable frontman.
Melani: Bravo, bravo. Okay, we still have good number of questions on Instagram, which we will ask you after a few minutes, and yeah, that's it, speak to you later.
(music and news break)
Vesna: Good morning, you're listening to (Radio) Center, Vesna Ponorac in Melani Mekicar are here.
Melani: Hello.
Vesna: As well as Nace and Jan, two fifths of Joker Out. You submitted so many questions to our Instagram that the boys had to stay a little longer so we can answer everything, and let's go ahead and start.
Melani: Well, first up: what is the most Slovenian or Balkan thing that you like? Accordion, ajvar¹, I don't know.
¹Ajvar is a typical Balkan condiment made from roasted bell peppers.
Vesna: Prekmurska gibanica.²
²Prekmurska gibanica is a traditional Slovenian dessert from the Prekmurje region in the north-east of Slovenia. It's made from several layers of phyllo dough and cottage cheese filling, poppy seed filling, walnut filling and apple filling.
Jan: Clean air.
Melani: Clean a– oh, nice. Fair enough. Nace?
Nace: What do we have... No, I want to think of something that is... There must be something that, when we're out there...
Vesna: Idrija lace.
Nace: Idrija lace. I mean, we always have that with us, so I don't miss that.
Melani: Fair, fair. But like, that's a very Slovenian thing that you love a lot.
Nace: Yes, definitely.
Vesna: Exactly. That's it. Okay. Moving on, a big concert in Slovenia, when?
Melani: Again.
Jan: How big?
Vesna: Stožice big.
Melani: As big as possible.
Jan: Not this year.
Vesna: No?
Melani: Okay, but how about, let's say, something a little smaller than Stožice?
Jan: That's coming this year.
Melani: Coming this year. Okay, you heard it here. Okay, your favourite thing about each other. If you were all here right now, this would be even more fun, but alright.
Jan: What, my... Mine, about Nace?
Melani: Your favourite thing about Nace, it can be his personality, it can be that he has a really awesome hairdo, whatever, and vice versa.
Jan: Nace is a very considerate person. Like, if he feels that... that you're not feeling okay, even if you're feeling totally okay, he'll ask you and be like...
Vesna: "Are you good, man?" Awesome.
Jan: "Jan, are you okay? You don't look okay."
Vesna: Nice. What's your zodiac sign, Nace?
Nace: Cancer.
Vesna: Aw, of course.
Melani: Nice. That's a very nice trait. Nace, what about Jan?
Nace: Jan's guitar playing. I mean... I'm sorry, that's...
Melani: That's true.
Nace: When he grabs a gui– just yesterday, we were at the studio, and I didn't tell him this, but when he started messing around and making weird sounds with the guitar, I said... I'm glad he's my guitarist.
Vesna: How nice, man.
Melani: Come on, stop it. Very nice.
Vesna: What a cute moment.
Melani: Okay, let's move on from this cute stuff to problems for a bit. Someone wants to know what the biggest problem you face as famous musicians is?
Vesna: And young ones.
Melani: Yes. So, I don't know, is it that girls are running after you, I don't know, is it that you can't just publish everything on the internet anymore? What's the biggest, like...
Vesna: A long deliberation, but take your time.
Melani: Well, is everything nice?
Jan: At one point, I had a bit of an... internet overdose. So... ever since I've distanced myself from scrolling Twitter every hour, I've...
Melani & Vesna: You've been much better.
Jan: I've spared myself a lot, yeah.
Vesna: I'd say so.
Melani: Okay. Nace?
Nace: Shoot... I always... maybe it's not like that here, but when we're somewhere abroad, and fans gather around our bus that we travel with, sometimes, when you're tired and because you're in a hurry to move on, it's kind of hard to go past these fans without giving them any attention.
Vesna: Especially because you're a Cancer, and so thoughtful, you'd probably like to give everyone there attention. Well, nice. Okay, this is it, boys. Everyone go listen to Joker Out's new song, 'Šta bih ja'. Thank you for being our guests and may your keep being successful.
Jan: Thank you very much for inviting us.
Vesna: Yes, gladly. Bye bye!
The subtitles in the video have a few slight differences from this transcript; they spoke very fast, so some sacrifices had to be made for the subs.
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𝓣𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓸𝓻 𝓢𝔀𝓲𝓯𝓽'𝓼 𝓟𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 ? //𝒱𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒸 𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓁𝓎𝓈𝒾𝓈 🪷
Hey ♡ ! I'd been stuck on what to write about for a while, but I felt drawn to doing an analysis on Taylor Swift.
As always, I have no interest in forcing others to use the Ayanamsa I use or anything like that, I just love being able to share my thoughts & observations :)
Taylor Swift being Mula Sun rather than Jyeshta Sun in Mid-Mula Galactic Center Ayanamsa made a loottt of sense to me, and in this post I'm going to talk about that & her other major chart placements. I hope whoever reads this enjoys/learns something new :) 🩷
I'll note that I am by no means a Taylor Swift expert, I don't really listen to Taylor but I do find her interesting and really appreciate what she has done for the culture as an artist!
Let's get into it-
𝒯𝒶𝓎𝓁𝑜𝓇'𝓈 𝐹𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓉 🌕
First of all, this makes Taylor Swift a full moon child (Mula 🌞, Ardra 🌙).
Obviously not every Full Moon child will end up Taylor Swift level famous, but being born on a Full Moon gives a certain 'luminosity' to the person and the life they are leading. In a Full Moon chart, you'll find that the moon's placement in the chart is especially emphasised energetically, perhaps even seemingly 'outshining' the Sun at times (we marvel at the Full Moon, but the Sun shines the same every day).
Not only this, but it's also that Full Moon charts give the native an Earth sign (not commonly used in nor Vedic or Tropical astrology, see my post on Earth signs here) that is the same as their Moon sign. Earth is always 180° opposite the Sun, so if the Moon is opposite the Sun as it is on a Full Moon, 'Earth' is conjunct Moon.
Full Moon natives tend to be very likeable to to the masses. They possess a polarity- and that polarity makes them NOT overly polarising. I mean, they are polarising in the way the exuberant shine of the Full Moon is, but they are not as likely to have very strong opinions or ideals one way or the other and are somewhat balanced since they deeply understand & live in two contrasting worlds. Full Moon babies tend to come across mostly pleasant and well-rounded, yet magnetic and powerful like the Full Moon.
New Moon babies can be more likely to be polarising because they are embodying one energy so strongly and adamantly with no energetic association with dual energies (unless they do have the opposing sign somewhere else in the chart).
I definitely think Taylor being born on a Full Moon really accentuates her Ardra Moon's influence, which is why her Sun's influence sometimes feels almost a little overshadowed. The associations with fame, illusion, 'trends', etc. we see in the realm of Rahu Nakshatras very much overwhelms her image & identity. She possesses the ethereal, soft quality we often see in Rahu Nakshatras (and Saturn Nakshatras, which I'll talk about later). Taylor's Mula Sun is still very much there and a huge part of her identity as you'll further see.
𝑀𝓊𝓁𝒶 + 𝑀𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓎𝓎/𝐵𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓈
Honestly I never quite understood Taylor Swift being Jyeshta. I always keep an open mind for the wide range of ways Nakshatras can manifest, but she really lacks the intensity we usually see with Jyeshta. The sharp tongue, the overt emotional intensity, the playful Mercurial sexuality, not to mention wheree are the Jyeshta owl-esque/occult inspired energies? *not to knock her songwriting or suggest it isn't intense or emotionally intense enough, but she has been known for being consistently very 'vanilla' in her disposition emotionally, artistically, etc which is part of her wide-spread and consistent appeal as an artist. Jyeshta energy can feel very much emotionally like a loose cannon, very explosive & potentially contorversial
Of course, depending on the rest of the chart; not every Jyeshta native will be directly interested in dark topics or the esoteric (or necessarily sexual), but you'll notice almost all prominent Jyeshta women have something in their look & persona that gives an aura of mystery or 'witchiness'- or overt seductiveness/taboo. We don't see this kinda energy with Taylor. This is not to say Taylor has no sex appeal or something like that but it's more that her image generally is not associated with sex appeal/scandal in the way we often see with Jyeshta and other Mercurial women). If you know Jyeshta's mythology with Lord Indra and his uh- scandals, you know what I'm getting at here.
(Kim Kardashian, Britney Spears, Niki Minaj are just a few Jyeshta natives we see in the media who in part are known for the way their seductive qualities meld into their art/image & bring about controversy/make them come across less family friendly).
When I saw Taylor is Mula Sun in Mid-Mula Galactic Center; it clicked... A lot of people attribute Taylor's billionaire status to Jyeshta, but here's the thing. While Jyeshta can absolutely signify growing incredibly rich and successful by means of sheer independence and the raw 'hustle', Mula & Ketu nakshatras in general can also signify extreme, absurd levels of wealth.
Jyeshta & Mula are both manifestations of Alakshmi and can both yield similar results pertaining to extreme loss & extreme gains.
We often see Jyeshta natives really struggling to get to the top, all alone with a complete lack of nourishment and support. Or, being in a situation where they are the 'black sheep'. Now, we can only judge Taylor's internal life to an extent, but from what is publicly known, she was very well supported by her father in getting into the industry and has been consistently backed up and invested in by others in order to be in her position. She's come from pre-existing wealth into more wealth; which you'll see as we go on can be a very Ketuvian theme.
Of course, Ketu represents the void; so people often associate it with poverty and having nothing. Especially Mula, it's deity being Niriti, Goddess of Destruction. However, sometimes the 'void', is like a void of wealth where this person just magnetises money. An endless depositor for others' wealth. Another popular figure who is extremely wealthy; Donald Trump, is taken to be a Jyeshta native but is Mula in Mid-Mula Galactic Center. There is a reason the word 'moola' is slang for money 💸
With the Goddess Niriti, it is said that in her most 'exalted state', she is blonde, wearing a gold outfit & sitting on a golden throne. Not only does this hint to Mula's connection to wealth, but this explains how Ketuvians; particularly Mula sometimes gives very light hair & features though it more famously gives very dark features.
Ketu natives can embody the archetype of being a little tone deaf/unaware socially, especially when it comes to money/class in the case that they are born into it. 'Daddy's money' sort of vibe. I have no gripe with Taylor about this personally. Everyone is born into different circumstances and that's okay- however a lot of people do accuse her of being tone deaf in this way.
𝒦𝑒𝓉𝓊𝓋𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 '𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓈𝒽'
It's been talked about in the Vedic astrology community how Ketu influence can give women a 'bookish' quality... sort of innocent and lost in her books, a little 'nerdy' and perceptive, socially retreated/introverted. While Rahu is a bit more loose, free 'off with the fairies'; Ketu is uptight, down to Earth, controlled.
Taylor embodies both, being Ardra Moon & Mula Sun. I definitely feel like this more innocent, 'nerdy' image is a big part of Taylor's brand and appeal. Yes, she is beautiful, but she's got this sweet image of being somehow a little quirky, relatable, down to earth, quiet, etc. despite the reality of her lifestyle of mass fame & wealth.
With Taylor, we observe a similar persona to what we see with figures such as Emma Watson (Mula Moon). Both are known to be 'good girls' in a media landscape where being a 'bad example' is more popular. Both emanate this energy to the public of being sweet and to themself, once again very down to earth despite the wealth and lifestyle they have. Interestingly, I've definitely noticed even in real life too that Ketu Nakshatras lovee their big, warm, dark coats. Perhaps it feels like they're all safe and cozy in 'the void' lol.
𝒯𝒶𝓎𝓁𝑜𝓇'𝓈 𝒜𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝓁𝓊𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈 + 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓃𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈
In her early days (I don't know much about Taylor Swift offhand, but I be doing my due research for this post lol), Taylor talks about one of her inspirations being country artist, LeAnn Rimes (Mula Moon, Magha Sun).
In one of Taylor's very early demo mixtapes from when she was young, she covered LeAnn's song, 'One Way Ticket'. It's also worth noting that she covers Dolly Parton who is Magha Moon, Ketu in Mula; so another Ketu native. (ETA- this post inspired me to go down a rabbit hole and I discovered a strong pattern of Ketu influenced women in country music!)
As touched on earlier, we can see the pattern of Ketu natives and their very light features- we talk a lot about Ketu giving dark, intense features which can be true; but it can also swing the opposite way and give very light features. Either way, genetically Ketuvians pull from an extreme.
Taylor does have Ardra Moon of course, and Rahu can also contribute to light features but I do think Rahu similarly to Ketu (its counterpart), can pull from either significantly light or dark genetics.
It's no surprise to me that Ketu nakshatras have a connection to country music, seeing as Ketu tends to represent a more 'stripped down', raw element of reality as opposed to the vibrance & stimulatory qualities of Rahu.
I can definitely see Taylor's grapple between embodying Mula's very authentic, down to Earth energy & Ardra's sparkly, controversial, stormy energy.. A part of her enjoys sticking to her roots and romanticising Ketuvian simplicity & rawness, but a part of her wants to and does play into Rahu's energy of embodying the 'popstar' image.
Another interesting connection- I always thought Taylor Swift and Avril Lavigne looked (mildly) similar. Decided to check it out- Taylor & Avril Lavigne performed 'Complicated' together in 2021. Avril Lavigne has Mars in Mula ruling her chart (Avril is Chitra Ascendant in Mid-Mula Galactic Center- which makes a world more sense than Hasta)
// Side note- Michelle Tratchenberg, Chitra Sun & Avril Lavigne lol
𝑀𝓊𝓁𝒶 = 𝑅𝑜𝑜𝓉𝓈
Mula's major translation & association, is to the word/symbol 'root(s)'. Mula's purpose is related to getting to the core, to the deepest truth of a situation and directly relates to trees and their roots reaching deep into the earth. Especially in Taylor's Folklore/Evermore era, we are seeing a lot of this tree & root symbolism. The big coat in true Ketuvian style, lots of black and white (Ketu natives loovee black and white imagery). Come to think of it, this reminds me of how in country music (we earlier noted how country music has significant connections with Ketu) features a lot of songs about trying to find the truth of a crime, of a husband cheating, etc.
From one of Taylor's songs, 'no body, no crime':
Este's a friend of mine We meet up every Tuesday night for dinner and a glass of wine Este's been losing sleep Her husband's acting different and it smells like infidelity
'And I noticed when I passed his house his truck has got some brand new tires And his mistress moved in Sleeps in Este's bed and everything No, there ain't no doubt Somebody's gotta catch him out'
I think this song is one of my favourites I've heard from her! I love the slight edge to it 🥀 it does also feel it's tapping into her Sidereal (and Tropical actually??) Scorpio rising.
I was shook when I came across Taylor's song & music video, 'Out of the Woods'. As if the name isn't Mula enough (the woods, trees, trying to find the truth/clarity in darkness), the music video is like a perfect, beautiful artistic accumulation of her Mula Moon & Ardra Sun. The beautiful pastel blue dress, the magical sparkles, the wolves & the storm is all Ardra/Rahuvian related symbolism, but then we have the roots coming out of the Earth almost threatening to grab her, the trees, etc.
(apologies for the low brightness images, it's a very visually dark, cinematic style video).
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I've noticed many pieces of art/literature, etc. where Mula natives are threatened to be consumed by the literal roots of the Earth-
Emma Watson, Mula Moon as Hermione being taken over by the 'Devil's Snare' The Rock, Mula Moon in the movie 'Jungle Cruise' being consumed by the roots of the earth
𝒯𝒶𝓎𝓁𝑜𝓇'𝓈 𝒜𝓃𝓊𝓇𝒶𝒹𝒽𝒶 𝒜𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓃𝓉
Now, the very only thing that confused me about Taylor not being Jyeshta Sun, was that she always did appear very deer-like to me (Jyeshta being the deer yoni). Her most widely accepted birth time (5:17am) puts Taylor as Vishakha ascendant in Lahiri.
If we consider that this would mean she shares an ascendant with slightly edgier/offbeat personalities such as Lana Del Rey, Melanie Martinez, or Marina Diamandis and that Vishakha is considered an 'outcast' Nakshatra, this doesn't make much sense for Taylor. Not to say that Taylor hasn't ever endured feeling left out or anything like that, but she is known to have a very 'clean', palatable and widely appreciated image that has contributed to her major popularity.
However in Mid-Mula Galactic Center, Taylor Swift is Anuradha ascendant, hence the deer-like appearance as Anuradha is the other deer-yoni Nakshatra. Being a Saturnian ascendant explains Taylor's clean, controlled more 'responsible' image. She also has the very symmetrical face & slim, taller build that is typical of Saturnian Nakshatras. Also, a very strong cupids bow that is typical of Saturn influence!
Model Emily Ratajkowski known for her naturally slim build, Uttabhadrapada Moon & Taylor, Anuradha Ascendant
Similarly to Rahuvian Nakshatras, Saturnian Nakshatras are known to give an ethereal, angelic appearance and demeanour at times.
This also means that Taylor is both a Sidereal & Tropical Scorpio rising. I noticed people speculating that she may not be a Scorpio rising and moreso fits having a Capricorn rising since she is very 'proper' and methodical like Capricorn. I believe this is because people's main association with Scorpio rising is pulling from Swati & Vishakha energies, since only a very small portion of Anuradha falls into Tropical Scorpio.
Anuradha is a Nakshatra associated with a certain tenderness, a softness- especially being not only the deer yoni, but the female deer yoni (the doe). Anuradha Nakshatra is often considered a Nakshatra related to love & the trials and tribulations that it takes to find the one you love or to make a relationship work.
Due to the mythology (Vedic Gods Varuna & Mitra, (Anuradha's deity) both loving the same woman), Anuradha natives can often live through love triangle situations. Taylor has a trilogy of songs in her album 'Folklore' named 'Teenage Love Triangle' detailing a love triangle between two boys and a girl told from each person's perspective.
Most of Taylor's songs are about love in general and especially in earlier days when she was newer to the scene, they were regarded as somewhat 'mushy' and overdone, but there were many who appreciated the vulnerability on the topic of love in her songs.
One more thing I'd touch on in relation to her Anuradha ascendant, is the way that Taylor Swift has a strong audience of people, often young girls who are Christian or otherwise religious. Saturn can definitely relate to religion in itself, but it's also that the Saturnian 'straight', good girl image makes Taylor very palatable and non-controversial to idolise for those who adhere to very religious lifestyles/have parents who impose it upon them.
However, it is Taylor's Ardra Moon (and perhaps her Mars in the 1st) that does add a wild-child, slightly more flashy and risque element to Taylor's demeanour. As mentioned in the beginning of this write up, having a Full Moon & embodying both elements of a polarity helps her to be universally liked. I definitely think that Taylor's Mula Sun & Anuradha ascendant are how she manages to come across and be perceived as very once again, very down to earth, relatable and almost 'quaint' despite being one of the biggest stars we know of this in this time era.
EDITED TO ADD- I just wanted to note that Taylor has Ketu in Ashlesha ruling her Mula Sun, which explains some of her Mercurial qualities, penchant for writing, etc. As an artist & a Ketuvian, Ketu is going to naturally be a very prominent placement for her.
Also, I think this absolutely gorgeous early picture of Taylor holding the flower in the water is very Anuradha. One of Anuradha's symbols is the lotus flower, symbolising purity & stability amongst chaos/adversity, and external impurities. Yes, she is holding a flower but I love it because it's like in this image, she IS the lotus! 🤍
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Thankyou for your time reading this piece, & I hope this (very long) analysis was interesting to someone :) 🩷
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Okay inspired by @thetruthisfictional post about Milex patterns. I thought I would share some observations I have made in my autistic pattern seeking brain.
I am only looking at the post EYCTE period to the present day, and not everything is in chronological order.
Louise
Louise started to appear around the same time Miles decided to move back to the UK permanently. Rather than Alex split with Taylor, there are rumours of him cheating on her with Louise, creating a reason for him to want to leave LA. It is also a convenient narrative because Miles and Taylor were friends, so the reason that Miles and Alex can’t be seen together is because Miles doesn’t like Louise because of what she did to his friend Taylor.
Which means Alex can come home to London, without it looking obvious that he is following Miles.
Plothole – the reason for his return is so Louise can split her time between London and Paris to pursue her ‘successful music career’. The truth has since emerged that Louise lives in Paris and Alex lives in London and Louise has no career to speak of.
Louise’s use of social media
A genuine social media account will post day to day happenings, even not every day. Shared songs, interesting meals, something work related. Louise’s posting only ever coincided with events happening around AM. Go and check her account sometime, see how much she posted around the summer of 2022 leading up to the release of The Car. Note also how she has posted every September 21 since 2021 which also coincides with the day she was officially announced in September 2018.
Songwriting
Since EYCTE Alex has not used one female pronoun in a romantic sense. Miles barely has either, nothing to the degree of the previous two albums.
Alex’s image
This is so carefully protected. Most recent photographs were taken several days or even weeks before. Alex is usually in his ‘costume’. One of the most questionable being the recent Eurostar ones. He was sitting there so obviously being ‘Alex Turner’ but the only people who recognise him are a couple of fans who happen to have professional equipment. I suspect there are all sorts of clever wizardry and facial recognition software going on in Meta that stops unfamiliar photos of Alex being published. Before you say ‘How can they do that?’ think about times you may have uploaded a song only for the sound to immediately disappear or you get a message with the list of territories it can’t be played in. This happens in seconds so the technology is there.
The train photos fitted a convenient narrative. Just after Alex was seen coming home from Paris, Louise is seen in the Caribbean with her family. We then get a recent of Alex in NY. Louise comes home from the Caribbean to Paris, but then makes sure to tell us she is going to NY, we then get the pap walk etc.
Why are we never allowed to see Alex walking along Bethnal Green High Street or in the pub with Miles? I think this is less to do with record company pressure and more to do with Alex wanting to keep his private life private.
Miles’ use of social media
Last year when AM were in the UK, I would notice that days Alex was on a break, we would hear nothing from Miles. You might get one official post about OMB that was clearly posted from his social media team. But stories would be empty.
Once Alex went to the US in late August, many a night we were treated to tipsy Miles chatting to the TV, or filming little Maxie getting up to mischief in the house. Soon as Alex came home it stopped.
Earlier this year Miles started the late night posting again and filming Maxie. Lo and behold a few days later we get pics of Alex in NY. Soon as he comes home, it stops again.
Another thing I have noticed. When Miles posts videos he always puts the photographer's name. But he occasionally only puts an 👀. These will always appear when Alex isn’t seen elsewhere.
There are probably many more but I will probably do a part 2.
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astro observations part 6
i am back!! please take with a grain of salt per usual. to all my people finishing up ap exam week hope you still have some life left in ya and know that i support you❤️ i only have one ap exam left!!! woo hoo🥳
✢ while many people on here say that cancer risings look like 🌝 in all honesty it depends a lot on their moon sign like everything else with a cancer rising😭
✢ venus in the chart shows where we express our harmonic side the easiest. it may show where we sacrifice bold, assertive energy in exchange for contentment and satisfaction with the people around us or the things (physical or non-physical) around us. venus represents ease
✢ 6th house placements feel restricted often and may feel as though the everyday routines they complete lack a purpose to the bigger cause. although this is very much so a purposeful house, this house also does highlight repetition and with so much repetition these placements can easily feel as though they’re stuck in an ever-perpetuating cycle of the same exact thing everyday — coming from a 6th house sun ☀️
✢ 6th house placements especially sun are also really good at community service, they will put their heart and soul into that stuff
✢ virgo placements get along with saggitarius placements. same with virgo and scorpio
✢ somebody mentioned saggitarius and scorpio both being signs of transformation not just scorpio and i could not agree more. saggitarius being ruled by jupiter wants to expand and make things bigger. making something that was once limited to something large takes transformation and change does it not?
✢ water and fire signs are the 2 sides of the same coin in my opinion. i think the majority of people think that fire energy is too much for water energy, but water energy can be just as overwhelming as fire energy. they both prioritize their emotions and intuition. but people paint water signs so passively and as if they lack confidence which is not necessarily true. fire expels their emotion and intuition through action. water often expels their emotion and intuition internally or metaphysically. this doesn’t make water less motivated, both fire and water are equally motivated. i would say that water is motivated by a bigger purpose or sacrifice. but fire is motivated by feeling and power. but the main takeaway is that water and fire are both intuitive and emotional. just different outputs!
✢ mars conjunct venus in the natal chart often points to some sort of artistic talent, songwriting, performing, singing, etc…
✢ people with both mars and venus in earth signs are very attractive. earth being physical and associated with touch, mars and venus being the feminine and the masculine energy…you get the point
✢ virgo venus and scorpio mars people are the real heartthrobs around here
✢ scorpio is so similar to fire energy it’s so true. scorpio is fire energy but somebody put a dampener in their room or something like that
✢ scorpio placements are good at turning pain into power. i think this is why people often associate scorpio placements with fame or high professional positions
✢ gemini give off the color yellow to me 💛
✢ libra moons have an amazing taste in fashion
✢ mercury retrograde people are really creative
✢ fixed mars people are so attractive im not really sure why but they just are (to me at least). they can also be good dancers especially taurus and leo.
✢ i went on a date with a guy who had an aquarius stellium and boy was he boring…standing out this, standing out that, yes those things can be true but aquarius represents society and the “audience”, and in these contexts people can appear the same from one another (not all aquarius people are boring just offering a different pov bc people always saying aquarius is different and unique from the rest)
✢ jupiter 5th house people have an elite sense of humor
✢ capricorn placements and having naturally good teeth
✢ jupiter in the 6th house is such a blessed placement imo. it’s giving “everyday is a new adventure” 💫
hope you enjoyed!
#astrology observations#aquarius#midheaven#neptune#pisces#aquarius venus#pluto#pluto aspects#saturn#10th house#aries zodiac#taurus#gemini#cancer#leo#virgo placements#libra#scorpio#saggitarius#capricorn#astro observations#astro community#astrology community#astro tumblr#6th house#5th house#mars and venus#taurus mars#libra moon#scorpio placements
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Infestation, Oppression, Possession - Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: You warn Eddie about playing with a Ouija board, too bad he doesn’t listen.
Note: As a horror movie junkie, my personal favorites are the possession ones (esp The Conjuring, where the title of this comes from) so here’s a little Halloween horror starring Eddie
Warnings: playing with ouija board, possession, general spookiness because tis the season
Words: 2.7k
“Please promise me that you won’t play with it,” you beg your boyfriend. “They’re dangerous.”
Eddie chuckles and shakes his head. “Babe, it’s just a piece of wood with some paint on it. How could it be dangerous?”
You eye the Ouija board sitting on his bed, the planchette inconspicuously resting on top of it. There are no shortage of horror stories and cautionary tales warning people away from playing with such a dangerous game. You’ve spent the better part of the last hour relating these worries to Eddie, who seems to think nothing of them at all–or about the fact that he bought it to begin with. It doesn’t seem to matter how much the whole thing bothers you.
“You never know who or what you’re communicating with,” you tell Eddie. “You could be opening a portal for something evil.” “So, you think a demon is going to decide to come here to little ol’ Hawkins? And will want to possess me? I’m flattered.” Eddie raises his eyebrows and lets out a small chuckle. A groan slips from your lips as you rub your hands over your face in aggravation.
“Just…please,” you beg as you stand up from where you’re perched on Eddie’s amp. “For me? Just throw it out.”
“Sweetheart,” Eddie says as he takes a few steps over to you. He places his hands on your shoulders and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “Relax, okay? I’ll be careful.”
“Can’t you just–”
“Baby,” Eddie interrupts you. “Go to work, okay? I promise I’ll put it away.”
“You should throw it away,” you say sternly. “Or burn it. You’d have fun doing that, I know.”
Eddie chuckles and presses another kiss to your head. He slips his arms around you and tugs you against his chest. “Come on, sweetheart. It’s okay. Just go to work and try and forget all about it, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you mumble, pulling out of his arms. “Serving greasy burgers to angry truckers is really going to take a load off my mind.”
Calloused fingers gently grip your chin and tilt your head up. Soft but chapped lips press against your own and you close your eyes as you lean into the kiss.
“I love you,” Eddie whispers against your mouth.
“I love you, too.”
“Everything is going to be fine,” Eddie assures you. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Bright and early with two coffees.”
“Make sure you don’t drink half of mine before you get to my house this time,” you say as you swipe one of your boyfriend’s hoodies from where it’s sprawled across his desk.
“No promises,” Eddie tells you as you slip the sweatshirt on over your head.
You press one last kiss to his lips, avoiding looking at the devil board on his bed, before heading out to work.
Eddie huffs a laugh to himself once you’ve left. He’s surprised that you’re so worried about the Ouija board. Usually, you’re so cool and collected, always logical and tactful in your way of thinking. It’s not like you to believe in some silly superstition. Maybe it’s just getting too close to Halloween, Eddie thinks as he picks up the board and planchette. Corroded Coffin should be by in about twenty minutes for a songwriting session, but first, Eddie thinks, perhaps the guys will have some fun and try to scare one another.
The next night, Eddie’s lounging on his bed, guitar perched on his lap as he strums a few new chords that the band came up with last night. His amp is on since Wayne isn’t home, turned down just enough so the neighbors won’t complain. Fingers glide over the strings as Eddie plays around with the sounds of a possible new song. A beautiful melody flows to meet Eddie’s ears, but the moment he lets his eyes slip closed to lose himself in the music, the amp cuts out.
The sudden silence has Eddie sitting up and frowning at the amp in confusion. Gently setting his sweetheart down on the bed, he leans over to fiddle with the controls on the amp. It’s still turned on, all the dials are set just as they should be, so why did it go quiet? Eddie pushes himself off the bed to make sure the plug hasn’t come loose. A deeper frown etches on Eddie’s forehead as he sees the plug snugly in place in the outlet.
“Stupid old trailer,” Eddie grumbles as he gets down on his knees. “God damn electric problems.”
The outlet above the one the amp is plugged into has Eddie’s lamp connected to it–the same lamp that’s currently on and shining brightly next to his bed. Yanking both cords from the wall, Eddie tries putting the lamp’s plug into the bottom outlet, just to make sure that’s what isn’t working. The moment the prongs snap into the wall though, the light illuminates his dark room again.
“What the fuck,” Eddie mutters under his breath. He switches the lamp back to the top outlet and puts the amp back into the bottom one. “This amp is new, what the hell? Stupid piece of–”
Earsplitting feedback abruptly rings out through the amp, causing Eddie to fall back on his ass and cover his ears. Heart beating faster than a hummingbird’s wings, Eddie stares at the amp with wide eyes. The racket only lasts five seconds, but it’s enough to freak Eddie out.
“O-Okay…” Eddie says as he pushes himself back to his feet. The room is quiet once again. The lamp is on, his guitar is still nestled against his pillow, and the amp sits there inconspicuously on the stained carpet.
“Jesus, this place is a shithole,” Eddie says, trying to convince himself it’s just some faulty wiring in his old home. He sits back down on his bed and the moment he grips the neck of his sweetheart, the bleating sound of the phone ringing in the hallway has him jumping out of his skin. Once his mind registers what the new noise is, Eddie laughs at himself as he sets his guitar back down and heads toward the phone. “You’re a wuss, Munson. Yeah, yeah, I’m coming, keep your pants on. Hello?”
“Hey, Eddie,” your cheerful voice greets through the phone.
“Hi, babe. Hmm, I take back what I just said then.”
“What?” you ask.
“I told whoever was on the phone to keep their pants on as I walked down the hall. I take that back now.” You can practically hear the smirk on your boyfriend’s face.
“Who said I’m even wearing any?” you tease.
“I’m listening.”
The mystery of the faulty sound equipment quickly fades from Eddie’s head.
Eddie huffs as he uses a flashlight to look through the pantry. The damn lights in the trailer are flickering like crazy and it’s driving Eddie up the wall. At first, he’d thought it was just the lights in his room, but it seemed to follow him down the hall and into the living room as well.
Searching for something to eat, the aggravation only hits a new high when the flashlight in Eddie’s hands also starts flickering.
“Okay, what the actual fuck?” Eddie demands. He bangs the flashlight against his palm and the beam becomes steady once more. “Thank you.”
As if the lights heard his pleasure, they all turn off at once–even the flashlight.
“Are you shitting me?” Eddie shouts. The darkness comes on so quickly that Eddie’s eyes take their sweet time adjusting. He bangs his head on a cabinet as he shuffles out of the kitchen. Like someone flipped a switch, the lights come on all at once–even ones that weren’t turned on before. The sudden brightness burns Eddie’s eyes, and he drops the flashlight to cover them. Slowly, the lights fade back to their usual strength and Eddie is able to open his eyes without pain. He blinks them a few times, still getting them to adjust to the brightness when the front door opens and Wayne steps inside.
The older man shrugs out of his jacket and hangs it on a hook near the door. He eyes Eddie where he stands, eyes watering from how sensitive they are right now.
“What’s with you, boy?” Wayne asks.
“Did you pay the electric bill?” Eddie asks in return, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands.
“‘Course I did. Why?”
“Because these damn lights are going crazy,” Eddie says, flinging one hand in the direction of the nearest lamp. “Just wait, they’ve been flickering for an hour now.”
Wayne stands near the door with his hands on his hips, looking around the room at the different lights that are on. Eddie squares his jaw when not even one little flicker occurs.
“Smoke a little too much tonight?” Wayne asks with a chuckle as he walks past his nephew and into the kitchen.
“I didn’t even…ugh, never mind.”
“You want a grilled cheese?” Wayne asks, opening the fridge.
“Sure. Thanks.” Eddie plops down on the couch and stares at the ceiling. The lights had been going crazy–right?
“Did you sleep at all last night?” you ask Eddie at lunch.
Dull brown eyes slide over to you, dark bag eyes beneath them puffy and prevalent, and seem as if they look right through you.
“A little,” Eddie says with a shrug.
“Dude, you look like shit,” Gareth says.
The Dungeon Master raises his hand to flip off his friend while he lowers his head down to the lunch table. He felt like shit too, but he wouldn’t give his friends the satisfaction of knowing that.
Over the next few days, Eddie only looks worse and worse. His face begins to look drawn, his skin a sickly shade of greenish gray. His clothes are more unkempt and wrinkled than normal, appearing as if he’d slept in them the night before. Every morning on the way to school you’d try to get out the knots that had accumulated in your boyfriend’s hair during the night. There hadn’t been a time when his hair had been this much of a pain before. Eventually, you just slip your red scrunchie from your wrist and tie his hair into a ponytail at the base of his neck.
“Are we getting pizza tonight?” you ask as Eddie parks his van in the Hawkins High parking lot.
“Babe, I’m not even going to Hellfire tonight,” he tells you, all emotion zapped from his voice.
“You’re not going to Hellfire?” you ask in shock.
“No,” Eddie grumbles as he pulls the keys from the ignition.
“Why don’t you just go home, baby?” you suggest as you reach over and move a few loose strands of hair out of his face.
“Maybe.” Eddie gives a half-hearted shrug and shoves the van door open and slides out. Frown still pinched on your face, you follow him out and stick by his side as long as you can until you have to go to your separate first periods.
Your phone rings as you’re buttoning your jeans the next morning, and you hop over to pick it up.
“Hello?”
“Hey, sweetheart.” There’s no energy in Eddie’s voice, the sound raspy and gravelly. “I can’t take you to school today. Not getting out of bed.”
“Aww, baby,” you coo. “I’m going to come over and take care of you. I’ll be there in twenty.”
“No,” Eddie responds. “You’ve got a test today, go to school.”
“Can’t hear you. I’m coming over. Bye.” You hang up before he can protest again; because you know he will. Eddie’s hoodie from the other week is still hanging over the chair in your room so you toss it on before heading out the door to your car.
Eddie looks as shitty as he sounded when you get to his place. He’s sprawled out in bed, the covers tucked up under his chin and his eyes half-lidded as he tries to focus on you. You sigh as you sit down on the edge of his bed. When you reach up and move some hair off of his forehead you feel that his skin is surprisingly cool against your fingertips. You’d expected heat there–most likely a fever raging inside of his body.
“Are you cold?” you ask. Eddie nods, seeming like he hardly has the energy for even that. “I’ll get you another blanket.”
The room feels chilly to you as well, but not enough to warrant two heavy blankets being piled atop of you. Something is definitely going on inside of his body. As you open Eddie’s closet to grab another blanket, your eyes land on the Ouija board sitting on top of a pile of dirty clothes. The room suddenly feels hot as your temper flares. Anger builds up in your chest and your nostrils flare as you snatch up a blanket. Spinning around to face Eddie again, you stomp over to him.
“What the hell, Eddie? Why is the Ouija board still here?” you demand.
Eddie groans and turns his head to bury it in his pillow.
“Talk quieter, please,” he begs.
“Answer. Me.” Despite your anger, you’re not heartless. You lower your volume as you shake out the blanket and lay it across your boyfriend’s body. “Did you play with it?”
The guilty look that crosses his face gives you his answer before he opens his mouth to croak out, “Yes.”
“Eddie,” you whine, running your hands over your hair. “What if that’s what’s wrong?” You gesture to him lying down on his bed, lethargic and exhausted.
“Stop,” Eddie groans, squeezing his eyes closed. “M’just getting sick. Or worn down.”
“But you don’t know–”
“Babe, calm down,” Eddie begs, trying to inject as much fervor into his voice as he can. “It’s not from some dumb game. That’s ridiculous.”
The only reason you bite your tongue is because he looks so miserable bundled up in the middle of his bed. Deciding to let it go for now, you sit down next to his head and card your fingers through his curls.
“Can I get you anything?” you ask him softly.
“Just you,” Eddie answers, mustering up a small smile to give you.
As you lean down to press another kiss to his forehead, you swear he feels even colder than he did a few minutes ago.
Eddie still isn’t back to himself the next week. In fact, he says he feels worse. You weren’t able to take the whole time off from school or work, but any moment that wasn’t spent somewhere you were obligated to be, you were at his side. He refused to go to the doctor and even Wayne couldn’t get him to go. It seems the shittier Eddie feels the more stubborn he is.
On Thursday, you don’t have work, so you head to Eddie’s place straight from school. He hasn’t been able to answer the door since he’s been staying in bed most of the time, so you just let yourself inside as usual.
“I’m here, Eddie,” you call out, not too loud though, in case he’s asleep. Your sneakers join the small pile of shoes near the front door, and you pad down the hallway to your boyfriend’s room. Confusion furrows your brow when you don’t see him in his bed. A glance behind you confirms that he’s not in the bathroom, so where else could he be? You take a few steps into his room and spot Eddie standing near the closet, his back to you. His back is straight as a rod and his stained Marlboro shirt and blue plaid pajama pants hang loose on his thin frame, even thinner from lack of food lately.
Cautiously, you take a few steps in his direction. The hair on the back of your neck is raised but you’re not sure why. It’s just your boyfriend.
“Eddie?” you ask timidly. “Are you okay? What are you doing out of bed? Eddie?”
A few heavy silent moments hang in the air. Then with a sudden sickening cracking sound, Eddie’s head snaps towards you. With a gasp, you take a step back. His eyes are entirely black. No trace of the dark brown that you love so much or the white that should be there. Pure black, darker than night. A sinister, toothy smile slides onto the mouth you’ve kissed so many times before. Your body trembles from the inside out as you stare in horror at whatever you’re witnessing in front of you. Eddie’s mouth opens, but the growling voice that comes out does not belong to him.
“Eddie isn’t here anymore.”
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fan fiction#eddie munson fic#eddie munson imagine
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When We Are Together - Pt. 1 (?)
omg...hi. i'm really here rn. posting this. at nearly 4 am on a monday morning. im nervous. i could vomit. so...this has been in my head for forever. literally. the idea is massive. it extends so far. it's seriously a whole universe in my little brain. it took so long to get the basis of this all out on paper, but, i'm hoping this is a series...a long one. the title isn't going to make much sense right now, but i pinky swear we'll get there eventually. so...without further ado...here she is...(EEK!) (also i have no idea how to set this post up so bear with me lol)
so i guess i just lost my fanfic writing vcard💌
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word count: 2.4k
cw: just a little swearing, maybe a bit of bad writing, also maybe typos?? might be a little boring because it’s mostly to just like set the scene idk? (eventually the plan is to have a lil smut or smth but this really is just an intro lol)
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The day starts as usual. You wake up to the sound of your alarm and your roommate’s hair dryer blaring through the thin walls of your Brooklyn walk-up. With a groan, you peel yourself out of the warmth of your bed, go to your desk, and open your laptop, holding onto a shred of delusional hope that one of your classes might be canceled for today; they rarely are…but you can’t blame a girl for being an optimist.
You scroll through your inbox, refreshing, and refreshing – you really don’t want to go to class today. Blame the essay you’d procrastinated that you’d spent all of last night speed-writing. Blame senioritis. Blame the unpaid music publicity internship that you’d been letting eat up your time in hopes of scoring a good job. Blame the frigid snow and ice that seem to be taunting you from outside your window. But, luckily it’s a Friday.
You refresh your inbox one last time, just for good measure. And, something actually comes in. But, it’s not from one of your professors. It’s from some company named “Dirty Hit.”
You raise an eyebrow and open the email, thinking it must be something related to one of the countless jobs you’ve applied for in the last few weeks, preparing for graduation at the end of the semester.
Y/N,
I’m a representative with one of our bands here at Dirty Hit. We’re really impressed with your work and have an opportunity we’d love to discuss with you, if you have a free moment this week at some point. Are you based out of New York? Get back to us when you can. We’re looking forward to hearing from you.
Best,
The Dirty Hit Team
“That’s weird,” you whisper to yourself, reading the short, ominous email over and over again. It’s not everyday that a label reaches out to a random college student to work with them. You’re not really sure what they could possibly be impressed with. You’ve just done minor PR internship work with underground bands from the east coast – that’s not exactly impressive. It sure as hell doesn’t warrant an email.
“Y/N?,” you hear one of your roommates and best friend, Vivian, call from outside your door before walking in, not bothering to knock. The two of you are close, almost like sisters at this point. In some ways, you’re exactly the same person, but in others your polar opposites. She’s a little bit more outgoing than you are, but she always helps to get you out of your shell. “Do you think I can get this guy I’m talking to into the venue tomorrow night? It’s just at The Soundwave, right?,” she asks, plopping down on the corner of your bed.
Shit. You completely forgot you signed up for an open mic tonight. You’d been playing your songs at small bars in Brooklyn and Manhattan for the past year or so. Songwriting had always been a bit of a hobby for you. So when you’re a broke college student in one of the most expensive cities in the world, you just find tricks to get you and your friends to do fun things for free. You’d learned a while back that performing at open mics usually meant you and your friends could get into bars and clubs without having to pay a cover, so you’d been spending your weekends doing that for a while. It’s all for fun. Sure, you like performing and put a lot into your songwriting, but pursuing it isn’t even quite a dream for you. You have an impending college degree you’ve worked your ass off for. In every sense of the word, music was a hobby for you.
“Yeah, it shouldn’t be a problem. He might have to pay the cover, but it’s not like it’s the sort of thing where people buy tickets. You know the drill. But, obviously you’re my plus one, so no cover for you,” you nod, still staring at your laptop screen.
“What are you staring at, over there? Everything okay?,” she asks, getting up and moving to stand over your shoulder at your desk. You move your head a little so she can get a good look at the words on your screen. You watch her face as she reads the email, her lips dancing on each of the syllables as you watch her process it. “Dirty Hit? What the hell is that? Sounds like a porn company. Impressed with your work? Do you have a booming, secret OnlyFans I’m unaware of?,” she jokes.
I laugh and playfully nudge her arm. “No, no,” you giggle, “It’s a record label, I think. I’ve heard the name thrown around a few times at my internship. I think they’re kinda big.” You tab over and do a quick Google search. Immediately, a sea of popular artists and bands pop up under the label.
“Holy shit. Beabadoobee? Bleachers? The 19 fucking 75? I have their fuckin’ poster on my wall. They’re cool as shit,” she reads over your shoulder. “I mean, I have no idea what they could possibly want from me. My resumè isn’t all that impressive. Sure, I’m planning on going into music PR, but there’s no reason why I would stand out against someone who has like…an actual career under their belt,” you ramble, trying to make sense of the 67 words in haunting your inbox.
There’s a long pause, both of you trying aimlessly to make sense of the email. “Well, you’re gonna email them back, right?,” she eventually asks. You take breath, starting a reply to the email, leaving your cell phone number.
You try to focus on anything other than waiting for a reply. You do your best not to let your mind wander into the what-ifs, but as soon as you get done with your lectures for the day, you check your phone for any response.
Y/N,
Thanks for getting back to us so quickly. The band and management is also in New York for the next few months for a project. We would give you more information over email, but much of the matter is highly confidential. We have a studio space at Electric Lady in Greenwich Village that we could meet at, if that works for you. I know it is rather short notice, but could you meet this evening at some point? Let us know.
Best,
The Dirty Hit Team
You quickly reply to the email on your walk back from campus, confirming the meeting for later this evening. You get back to your apartment and practically tear apart your closet trying to figure out what the hell to wear. You know it’s a business meeting, but it’s also for some mystery band. You don’t want to dress unprofessionally, but you also don’t want to seem uptight. You decide on a black mini skirt with tights and a chunky black turtleneck sweater. You finish primping and step into Vivian’s room, practically out of breath from all the outfits you’ve tried on and scrapped.
“Okay, if you were a band looking for…a PR representative…? Would you hire me?,” you ask her, standing in front of her bed as she looks up from her phone. She looks you up and down and grins, “Of course I would, Y/N. You look great,” she reassures you, sensing you’re anxious, “So, you really think this is just a PR gig?”
“I mean, yeah. What else could it possibly be? It couldn’t be my music. I’m not even on any streaming platforms; I don’t promote it at all,” you say with certainty. She shrugs and smiles, before wishing you the best of luck as you head out the door.
You get on the subway and head to Electric Lady. The train has always been one of your favorite parts about living in New York for college. Putting your pink headphones on, looking out the window into the catacombs that stretch throughout the city, people watching. It’s where you did your best thinking.
You get off the train and walk through the streets, your headphones on and your music blasting, only interrupted occasionally by Google Maps telling you where to turn and such. Eventually the robotic voice in your ear says “Arrived” and you look over your right shoulder…here it is. You're right on time. You go to open the doors, pushing on them gently; must still be locked. You sigh, assuming that its to be expected. That this is simply upholding a prophecy of some sort that the band and music-industry-folk run behind…until you hear a laugh.
“It’s a pull,” you hear a man’s voice call out with a slight chuckle. From just those three words, you’ve determined that he has one of the thickest English accents you’d ever heard. You look over your left shoulder and see a man leaning up against the wall of the studio smoking a cigarette. “What?,” you ask, confused as you look over to him. He has a hood on and you can’t make out his face, or what he was trying to tell you. “The doors. It says right on them. ‘PULL,’” he chuckles, tossing his cigarette to the ground and putting it out with his Adidas sneaker, walking over to you. “Oh, um, thanks, I’m an idiot. I almost gave up,” you chuckle, pulling the door open this time. The man follows you into the studio, holding the door open once you tug on it. You look back over your shoulder to thank him for holding the door, the first time he’s been close enough for you to make out his face; Christ, it’s Matty Healy.
“I know who you are,” he says to you with a cheeky grin as he starts walking into the back of the studio. You just stand there near the doorway, the gust of cigarette-scented, cold January air lingering around you. You’re perplexed, to say the least. He keeps walking down the hall before finally turning over his shoulder, “You’re just gonna stand there? You have a meeting. Wouldn’t be very professional of you to stand us up,” he teases dryly. You blink a few times before nodding, following him, still in a bit of disbelief that this was the band that had some sort of ‘interest’ in you.
He shows you into a studio in the back. Once he opens the door, there are four other men sitting there, three that you also recognize from your roommate’s wall. The other, a bit older, more professional looking.
“Y/N! I’m Jamie, I manage these blokes. Thank you so much for agreeing to come meet with us today. I know everything was rather vague on the emails, but…we had to keep it that way. But, now that you’re here, let's talk, yeah? Are you familiar with The 1975?,” the older man asks you, in a super friendly manner as you sit down on a plush chair in the corner of the room. Every eye in the room is glued to you. The air is almost sticky with anticipation. You take a deep breath and try to slap on the most composed, thoughtful, professional smile you can manage.
“Um, yes! Of course,” you nod, tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, “I’m actually a fan of you all. Really, I listen to your stuff with my friends – you’re fantastic.”
“Good, good. We’re glad to hear it,” he grins, looking around at the boys who also all look to be pleased. Even though everyone’s eyes are on you, you feel Matty's specifically, practically burning a hole in the side of your head as he stands, still leaning in the doorway.
“We’re impressed with you, Y/N. So, I’m just going to get on with it. George went to a little bar in Bushwick last month and sent us a video he took of you singing one of your originals…you’re bloody fantastic. We’re going on tour this summer. We want to do something a little different this time with our opener. We want to build someone from the ground up. You’re it. We want you. What do you say? You interested?,” he explains with a wide grin, his tone casual like he didn’t just tell you the craziest shit you’ve ever heard.
Jamie’s words hit you in slow motion. You look around the room, the air moving from feeling sticky to feeling ice cold, jolting you awake. “I’m sorry…what the actual fuck did you just say?,” you blurt out blankly, any ounce of composure you may have had completely gone.
You immediately catch yourself, your language, your lack of professionalism, though, “Oh my god, I’m sorry. I…that just came out of my mouth…I-,” your face goes bright red as you desperately try to correct yourself.
The room erupts in laughter, the men you recognize from Viv’s poster nearly barreling over off the sofa. Jamie’s jaw on the floor as he howls, slapping the table in front of him. You look over your shoulder to see that Matty’s still in the doorway, and he’s just standing there with his arms crossed, shaking his head at you with a shit-eating grin.
“Oh, I think we’re gonna get along quite well with this one,” he remarks, licking his lips, weirdly impressed with your mispeakings.
You can’t help but sigh softly and shake your own head when he looks at you like that; something in you shifting as if he’s the only person in the room; as if he was the only person who'd ever laid eyes on you; as if he was the only person ever. As if, the offer you got just moments before wasn’t the most absurd thing that had ever happened to you. As if you didn’t need to thoroughly think this all over. As if you could make the decision right now.
You look back over to Jamie, who’s still chuckling. Before you can give yourself the time to overthink, you swing one of your legs over the other, lean back into the chair and smirk, “Jamie, where the hell do I sign?”
…and this is how it starts.
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Summary: After a horrible break-up, Y/N, decided to pack up and move her life from Buffalo, NY to Cincinnati, OH. She would be closer to her manager and she would be in the area where her podcast began. What she didn’t expect was to find a new relationship in another football player. <summary freaking sucks, and I wish I could write my summaries better but they are what they are.>
Pairing/Fandom: Tee Higgins x Fem! Reader! (NFL)
Warning(s): use of Taylor swifts songs as own (all rights go to her), bad guy! Josh Allen (sorry), fluff, maybe some angst, a few choice words.
All music, gifs, photos, etc. goes to their rightful owners. I am just using these in my imagine, so please don’t be rude.
I hate how I ended this, but I was not sure exactly how you wanted it! let me know if you wanted something different! based on this request. *Not edited so may have grammar/spelling erros.*
“How dare he! How dare he say that I am too immature and that’s why the relationship ended.” Y/N spoke to her friend Olivia who was sitting down beside where she was standing.
The girl had moved back to Cincinnati over eight months ago, her and josh had been broken up for a little over a year now. He had already moved on, seeing as he had made the news with an actress.
“Actually he said that he dated a lot of immature girls and that’s why he’ll never date someone younger than him again.” Olivia corrected Y/N as she gave the girl a look.
“I’m going to kill him.” Y/N grumbled as she plopped down on the couch.
“Woah, who’s going to face the wrath of Y/N today?” Joe burrow asked as he walked into the living room and gave Olivia a kiss before placing his bag down. Ja’Marr, Tee, Logan, Sam, and Tyler made their way in after him.
“Josh, that’s who.” Olivia spoke up knowing that Y/N was in distress right now. “Trying to ruin her reputation.”
Y/N huffed at what Olivia told the guys before glancing around at the Bengals players. “I’m pissed, but maybe it’s because I’m too immature.” She mocked, throwing her head back. “That dick acts like I was ten years younger than him. I’m 24, and he’s 26.” Y/N then turned to Logan who she knew had played college ball with Josh. "Did he ever try to ruin any of his other ex's?"
Logan shrugged not really knowing what to say. He had played with Josh in Wyoming, but was unsure about much else concerning his love life. What the guys did know was that Y/N was far from immature and everyone on the team loved her, the significant others included.
"He's just mad because he lost the best girl he ever had." Tee spoke up, the guys nodding in agreement.
It was no secret that Tee and Y/N were close. They were often mistaken for a couple when they were out in public together and the two had set the record straight multiple times. After Y/N moved to Ohio, Tee was the one to help her through the rough patch of healing from her break-up with Allen.
"Channel that anger into a number one hit and put him in his place." Sam suggested as he sat down on one of the chairs in the living room.
"I've already started," Y/N mumbled getting all the attention on her. Usually she shared her songs with Tee or Olivia. This one had been kept secret because she wasn't sure how she felt about it. "I don't know how I feel about because I wrote it about Josh and then one of my songwriting friends wrote one part and it doesn't even match him."
Olivia gave Joe a knowing look before he nodded and left the living room, returning with a guitar that Y/n had accidentally left. "You are not leaving this house until you give us a snippet." Olivia spoke sternly while Joe placed the guitar in Y/N's lap.
The girl rolled her eyes before gesturing for everyone to sit down, tee making sure to sit next to her, she opened up her phone and ran over the lyrics quickly. "you know what they say, you can't help who you fall for. And you and I fell like an early spring snow, but reality crept in, you said we're too different. You laughed at my dreams, rolled your eyes at my jokes. Mr. Superior thinkin' do you have all the space that you need? I don't have to be your shrink to know that you'll never be happy and I bet you think about me."
"That'll do it." Logan spoke before letting out a laugh. Y/N rolled her eyes and sat the guitar down on the coffee table.
"I bet you think about me, is the name of the song." Y/N mumbled before standing up, "I think I'm going to go. I have to record a podcast episode tomorrow and I need to get ready for that."
"I'll walk you out." Tee offered as Y/N told their friends bye.
Y/N collected her stuff before going to slip on her shoes. She and tee slipped out of the Burrow household and made their way to her Toyota. She carefully put her items in the backseat before turning to face her best friend.
“I, uh, I just wanted to tell you that I’m fully over Josh.” She spoke up her gaze locking on the guy she has liked for the past five months. “You’ve helped me through everything and I just didn’t want you to think that it was all for nothing. I just worry about my jobs and such.”
Tee nodded, “I know.” He assured her. He quickly opened her car door once he realized she was going to open it. “Do you want company tomorrow?”
A grin made its way onto Y/N’s face, “I’d like that.”
“Yeah?” He asked. His own smile growing in his face. Y/N nodded before biting her lip. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“See you, Tamaurice.” Y/N replied causing the man to groan.
“Really, why you gotta use my full name.” Y/N just smirked before getting in her car and slowly pulling out of the drive to head towards her house.
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"What's your take on the whole "every NFL player cheats on their significant other" thought process?" Y/N asked as she sat across from one of her friends, Allison Kuch. Her husband had previously played for the Cleveland browns and that was how the two girls had gotten close.
"I hate it." She laughed as she glanced at the two guys sitting behind the camera. Isaac was sitting next to Tee as the girls recorded Y/N's podcast episode. "I don't particularly think that the NFL would make someone cheat."
"Right." Y/N nodded, "If they are gonna cheat then they will no matter their job." Y/N finished.
"I read many articles about that being your case and I was like.. that doesn't sound right. I think it's funny how the media takes things and runs with it." Allison spoke into the microphone.
Y/N let out a small huff before nodding her head, "yeah, they do. I remember when the news hit that Josh and I broke up, which we had been broken up for two months before media and fans put it together. There were articles saying I was out with another guy in New York and then there were some saying Josh was hanging out with his ex and others. It was definitely many lies being told." Y/N agreed before moving onto the next question.
"I have a question for you, actually." Allison spoke up gaining the attention of Y/N. "Do you think that Josh ruined any plans to ever get with a professional athlete again?"
The question had gained the attention of Tee who was talking to Isaac about the upcoming football season. Y/N let out a nervous laugh, "Uh, no. I mean, the whole immature jab was hurtful but if you have bitter ex's then." Y/N shrugged not knowing how to continue that sentence. "My thought process is that one guy does not define the entire population. Josh does not define the NFL men population, you know?"
Allison nodded before the two carried on with the episode and eventually called it quits. After the podcast was over, Allison and Isaac had told the two goodbye and left to head back to their hotel. Tee was helping Y/N pick up her podcast room and get her equipment situated before they had shut the lights off and closed the door.
"You hungry? I was thinking about making dinner." Y/N mumbled as she walked into her kitchen and leaned back against the counter. She was trying to think of what to make that sounded good to her. Truth be told, since her break-up she hadn't been eating as much which was causing her to lose weight.
"I'm good with whatever." Tee shrugged as he came to a stop in front of her and leaned against the island. "Does it bother you that people ask about Josh?"
The girl in front of him shrugged, "Not really. He's part of my past and people want to know, and I think talking about it can be healing." she explained thinking about her past with the NFL quarterback. "Does it bother you that people ask about him?"
Tee was taken back by that question. He was not expecting to have her reconcile that question back to him. "A little, maybe." He muttered not knowing how she would take the new information.
Y/N nodded, the butterflies swarming in her stomach. "Can I play you a song that I've been working on?" she asked almost shyly. It was strange for her not to be outgoing around him. He had been her best friend for almost a year now and she had never cowered under him.
"Course." Tee agreed as he followed Y/N to her living room. She had her guitar, notebook, and pen laid out neatly on her coffee table.
Y/N picked up her guitar once they got situated on the couch and started the chords for the song. It was an upbeat song which she would have to give him an idea of what the acoustic would sound like. "we kept everything professional, but something's changed, it's somethin' I like. They keep watchful eyes on us, so it's best that we move fast and keep quiet. You won't believe half the things I see inside my head, wait 'til you see half the things that haven't happened, yet." She sang carefully.
Her eyes stayed on the notepad as she sang, scared to see her best friend's reaction. "but what would you do, if I went to touch you now? What would you do if they never found us out? what would you do if we never made a sound? Cause I can see you waitin' down the hall for me, I can see you up against the wall with me, and what would you do? baby if you only knew. That I can see you, throw your jacket on the floor, I can see you make me want you even more, what would you do, baby if you only knew. That I can see you." She finished singing the snippet of her almost finished song.
Y/N carefully laid her guitar back in its previous spot and turned towards her best friend. "What do you think?" she asked nervously.
The Bengal's wide receiver nodded, "it's great." He told the girl his honest opinion. "Did someone inspire it or was it one of those late-night thoughts you get?"
"You, inspired it." Y/n mumbled knowing that it was now or never to get her feelings out there. She wanted to tell him before he met someone else and did not have the chance for him to see her like that. Tee stared at her for a good couple of minutes unknowing what to say. "Can you please say something?" she asked after the long silence. Her stomach was churning from nerves.
"You wrote a sexual song about me?"
"Now you make it sound horrible." Y/n muttered as she stood up trying to ease her stomach. The bile was slowly rising in her throat and she was unsure of how to take back what she had just said. "It's fine that you don't feel the same way, really. We can forget that I ever said anything."
"We could," Tee spoke as he stood up, causing Y/N's throat to burn even more. "Or we could make your song a reality..." he trailed. Y/n froze on the spot, her churning stomach coming to a halt as she felt relief flood her body. "What was it again?" He asked pretending to think. "I can see you up against the wall with me?" he asked. Y/N nodded unsure of his next move.
Without warning, he lifted her up by her thighs and placed then around his toned waist and carefully walked them backwards until her back hit the hallway wall. Y/n's heart was beating in her chest, her stomach was fluttering. The girl raised her eyes up to meet his brown ones, the closeness of them making her yearn for him. "You feel the same way?" she mumbled not sure what to say as her hands landed on the back of his neck. His braids tickled her knuckles a bit, but it was a feeling she loved.
Instead of answering, he carefully leaned closer and locked lips with the girl he had wanted since he met her. It was everything that they had both expected and even more than what they were expecting.
*About a year and some months later* (I guess around this 2023 season)
The last year had been going great for Y/N, she had her man that she was in love with, she had a successful album which consisted of her single about Josh and the one about Tee, and better yet, her relationship had been kept private for the most part.
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The game had not gone as expected, many thought that the Raven's would lose but it turned out to be a loss for the Bengals. Y/N was still extremely proud of Tee, he had gotten 12 of the 24 points that they had made. Fans were leaving the stadium, most wearing Bengals gear, while some were in Raven's gear.
"Hi," a voice stopped Y/N as she was starting to head towards the Bengals locker room. "Can I get a picture?" The younger girl asked holding out her phone. Y/N gave the girl a smile and nodded before bending down to her level and getting a picture of the two. "Thank you. I really like you being friends with the Bengals, my dad makes me wear a raven's jersey because my mom likes Joe burrow."
Y/N gave the little girl a small smile, "well, I'll make sure to tell Joe and the team all about you." she said softly before she felt a presence beside of her. "It was nice to meet you."
"You too, thank you to much!" the fan replied before running off to find her family.
Y/N stood up and turned around to be met with Olivia who was probably heading to wait for Joe. Both girls headed towards the locker room and stopped outside when they could hear Zac Taylor’s voice. He was ranting while also trying to encourage them not to give up. It was obvious to Y/N that he was trying to get onto the team while keeping their hopes high.
Pretty soon after coach was done ranting, the boys started walking out talking amongst themselves. “Hey you.” Y/N greeted Tee softly once she seen him and pushed herself off the wall. “You did good out there.”
“Coulda been better.” Tee shrugged as his arms went to wrap around her waist.
“Hey!” Y/N scolded slightly. “12 points is still amazing.” She assured, her hands locking around his neck.
Tee gave her a small smile and pulled her into him. Their season was starting out horrible, and every single one of them hated it. Y/N squeezed her boyfriend before pulling back a bit, "You ready to get out of here?" she asked softly a twinkling in her eye that Tee had caught.
"for sure."
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⭑Growing up with TOKIO HOTEL pt.3 ⭑
AN .°˖✧: It feels so good to be back writing!! I know I said I would have more time to work on my blog but unfortunately, this summer’s proven to be more busy with work than I anticipated. I hope you guys are still as invested in this little series as I am!! We’re finally getting to the band’s big breakthrough moment.°˖✧
This part may potentially feel slow and not very crucial but! It marks the transition between being a teen band that played at the local club into being blasted into stardom, so I suggest reading it through with just as much love and care :)
Before you read ~ Disclaimers .°˖✧
- The reader is established as songwriter/rythmic guitar/backup vocalist but! The role is barely mentioned so you should be able to imagine her as you please.
- I said “her” because in this series, the reader is female. This is merely for plot reasons as it is very interesting to touch upon the reality of being the only female member in a “boyband”
- As usual, this is heavily based off Bill’s autobiography “Career Suicide” (as well as stories told from the guys themselves in interviews, Kaulitz Hills, q&a’s, et cetera) so expect heavy themes to be touched upon.
- Now that we’re getting into the main story, I must address that this series will be strictly platonic. For romantic interactions between the reader as 5th member and the band there will be separate posts. This is so I can allow you to imagine your own story based off my headcanons without imposing you a relationship.
WARNINGS: Underage drinking, underage smoking, mentions of depression, panic attacks, mature language, sexual themes addressed (non-explicit), “weirdos” (sadly, it’s the reality of the music industry).
Happy reading ~
We left this at what you really had gone to Hamburg for, making music.
Working with David Jost was like a treat. He taught you how to write an ear catching hook, the importance of a strong chorus, how to incorporate a bridge. He was like your music fairy godmother, and you loved it.
On Bill’s side, he grew impatient easily. He just wanted to put his thoughts on paper and sing. He wanted to instantly feel the bass shaking, the sound of the drums and shredding of the guitar.
Tom was rather interested by the production process of making a song. Back then, he didn’t know that little interest would grow into his biggest passion.
You spent days on end locked in a studio, conditionning your songs, coming up with new ones. Having gummy worm fights with Tom and reading shitty magazines with Gustav.
Nights on end destroying your fingers while coming up with new riffs and of course, attempting the riffs your producers shoved at you.
It was definitely a slap in the face to realize that as an artist you couldn’t just write everything yourself. You had a greedy company behind your back that looked for money rather than creativity. And well, as young kids you really had no idea how to actually produce music.
The amount of flat no’s you got to your face when sharing your ideas was insufferable and it made your blood boil.
Georg is the person you’d usually go to. He always listened to you rant and would join your anger in order to have you release it all.
I realized that I refered to both you and Gustav as the glues holding the band together so; let’s look at it this way: you’re the glue making you guys stick together and Gus is the scotch tape that makes you five inseparable.
So, back to the studio, back to writing, back to composing.
Overtime your endless sessions over the summer payed off and delivered the gem that we know now as your debut album. “SCHREI”
Picking the lead single proved to be a hard task, til someone’s girlfriend saw the potential of “Durch den monsun”
David Jost had once spotted the words “Hinter die welt” (beyond the world) on one of Bill’s songwriting notebooks that he shared with you and he was fascinated that such young kids could write such melancholic things.
With an album ready and a single to be released, it was time for the real action
You had a free week prior to the music video shooting. Bill and you took advantage of this to grab your allowance and start ofd by going to the hair salon and perfecting your hairdos. A little trim for him and anything you needed on your cute head.
You were supposed to have a gaming sleepover with Gustav to beat Devil May Cry 3 on your dusty PlayStation 2 and rock out on guitar hero, but your excitement for the music video shoot was so big that you spent all night brainstorming about how your life as stars would be.
Your manager took you guys shopping! The budget did not allow a new outfit for each and one of you but you all at least got a new item.
Cool jeans for Gustav, a new hat for Tom, a punky t-shirt for Georg, an item of your choice and the iconic leather jacket Bill wears in both Monsoon music videos.
A week of rest really flies by, and now the day of the video shoot arrived. You guys were newbies and being completely honest, the label didn’t quite believe in you yet.
Your budget was low and crew not the most promising. Most of these people were new ad had never worked on a project of the kind before.
Funnily enough, many of the people that started working with you guys from the very beginning would be the ones to stick with you through thick and thin and create your little tour family.
At least there was an idea. It was ambitious to film it all in one day and you five knew, but the producers kept reassuring you that most of the work would be done in post-production.
Your day started at 4:30 am when your alarm rang, not a soul up, not even the sun.
It didn’t take you long to get ready, as you’d be dolled up for the camera on set. You did your morning routine, packed your essentials, your outfit, and barely got time to eat before you had to get on the sleek black van that picked you up at 5:15 flat.
The boys were already all inside in exception of Georg, whom you’d go fetch right away.
You would’ve expected the ride to be chatty with excitement but you were all surprisingly calm, the nerves were starting to kick in.
The uncomfortably familiar fear of what’s to come, thinking of every single worst case scenario, what if you sucked, what if people hated you, what if your debut was a flop.
You tried to ignore the bad thoughts by drifting off on Gustav’s shoulder til you reached your first location.
A very public lake, where some families swam freely and unaware that a music video would be shot on their layback spot.
It was disappointing to you guys, particularly to Bill who dreamed of a tremendous production, but you would have to do with it.
David just gave him a pat on the back, it couldn’t be thaaattt bad.
When arriving on set you were given a tiny taste of what the rockstar life would be like.
Catering set up a table of, cheap, yet varied snacks for you to munch on. Makeup and hair station was installed in the back of the van and out of a truck rolled many cameras and new equipment you’d never seen before.
You could see Georg, with his newly permanently slicked hair, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
Of course the first one to get ready and start shooting was Bill. Once he started his first scenes the makeup crew took care of the rest of you.
As annoying as it may be to accept, the label wanted you to look as pretty and dolled up as possible. Having a female member in the band was a bet they were willing to take and if their gambling went well, you’d become the cashcow real well.
Extensions were put in your hair, mascara and eyeliner adorned your eyes and a sticky pink gloss glazed your lips. Nothing too extravagant yet appealing enough. You still had to look like a rock chick after all. The delicacy of your look adorned with how punky your outfit probably was made the perfect balance the label was looking for.
The boys probably made fun of you but, they never meant wrong.
You munched on sandwiches and played on your old Nokia as you waited for your turn to take photos and record your scenes.
It’d been quite amusing to see Bill upside down on a weird pole structure to then dunk his head in a dirty fish-tank.
Certainly fabulous.
Suddenly you’re up on a metal platform above water, playing your unplugged guitar and getting drenched by icy water raining down on you.
You played it off (literally) and in one take you were done with your first few scenes. No cuts and no chance to do it again. You had to save time so, if you looked like crap it was your problem.
Nowadays you probably cringe at some of your facial expressions and missed notes on the clip.
Quickly enough some of the guys helped you get down from the platform back onto solid ground and one of the makeup artists wraps you in a towel.
Now, you sit all wet while watching the boys repeat the same steps as you. As a girl tries her best to dry your damp hair before attacking it with a flat iron. Who has time to think of heat damage when you have another outfit to get in and more scenes to film.
The day went on smoothly, but the recording certainly felt rushed. By the end of the day you were left with a feeling of doubt.
The big day arrived.
August 15th, the day “Durch den Monsun” would drop.
You met with the twins at their house and the little family consisting of Bill, Tom, their mom & step-dad and dog Scotty! + you, whom they took in like if you were one of them.
Gordon, Bill and Tom’s step dad set their vhs recorder ready, just in case the music video would never be aired again, you wanted the memory.
The ad break ends and VIVA (German music channel) announces the debut single of Universal’s newest band.
Tokio Hotel with Durch Den Monsun
Somewhen in betwen the start of your journey with record labels the name Devilish was left behind and you guys adopted the new and stylish Tokio Hotel. But that’s a story for another day.
The wind blows a candle and Bill’s face in slow motion was shown on screen.
You could not contain your excitement! Bill and you held hands and shook them in the air as you watched the product of one long stressful day.
Your future self sees the video and points out the numerous flaws and low quality but back then it was so cool to you. You thought you were on top of the world
Honey, you’ve got a big storm coming.
Tom didn’t speak much. He simply watched in awe, a smile of admiration and pride forming on his fine lips.
Later that day, you’d gather up with the rest of the band, David Jost and some crew members to celebrate your debut with cheap gas station champagne and ham and cheese bites the twins’s mom prepared.
You didn’t have much yet, but you’d just made a big step.
In the coming weeks you would see the immediate effects of monsun, were you ready? Who knew. What was undeniable was the immediate success that would follow.
AN: AAAAAA I kinda hate this ⋆。゚゚☾ ゚。⋆ It was needed to include some of the process for your debut though! Take it as the calm before the storm I guess! Next part will take on the effects of your quick rise to fame on your everyday life and relationships. It will definitely dig more into your link with the boys, as this part barely had any interactions :(
As usual, take care, remember to eat and sleep!!
Love, Meryl <3
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hey there!! i have an eensy weensy story that feels silly to tell, but when it happened i thought of this blog...
so i stayed at school later than usual today to watch a school play (she kills monsters, which was amazing) -- it had been raining pretty heavily for a while before i left.
i walked a pretty long way until i got to the train station to go home; soon after i entered, a kind stranger let me know that my backpack was open. i smiled, thanked them, and zipped up my backpack, quietly thinking, "oh! what bad luck, for my bag to be open in the pouring rain!"
but it felt nice for a stranger to be so kind to me. of course it sucked to get my school stuff all wet, but i was glad that, if my stuff should get wet in the rain, there should be a kind person to tell me my bag was open. if i had never left my bag open, this person and their compassion would've never entered and lit up my life, even if for just a brief moment.
not to say that i'm glad i left my bag open, no... it's just that, most of the time, at least one good or nice thing will come out of a bad experience. that's how i like looking at things. it sucks that my stuff got wet, but it sucks a little less because someone was nice to me in turn.
and this has changed the way i think of things... if my train gets delayed, or i forget something at home, i'll be annoyed, but at the same time i wonder and am excited about what little good thing might come out of it. of course, this is harder to apply to bigger frustrations and sadnesses, especially in the moment in which they occur, but i think it still helps.
one of my cats recently passed away; on that day, i wrote a song for him. i hadn't written a song in a while before then. i am so terribly sad about his passing, and no good thing that is caused by that could ever reverse its infinite tragedy -- but at least, in a little way, it was nice that i could finally get back into songwriting. no, his passing was not a good thing, and of course, i would rather it not have happened, but i guess the point is that there will always be joys, even infinitesimally small ones, no matter the darkness surrounding them. and those build up to something when you put them together, right?
getting back into writing songs; the kindness of a stranger; watching an amazing play my friends are in; my other cat licking me on the hand when i hug her in tears... i am in such deep darkness at the moment, mourning my dear kitty (school/applying to college/a billion other things have also been stressing me out) but there are little pinpricks of light, little stars out in the distance... they don't light much up, nor do they eliminate the darkness, but they're something beautiful amid the horrible, something to look at and wish upon... and that counts for something.
i apologize for the long ramble. thank you so much for this blog; it gives me the strength to keep looking for those twinkling stars. i hope you have the most wonderful day <3
I think this is what it means to "look on the bright side". Too many people use that phrase to mean "ignore and brush aside the pain, just be positive!". But truly looking on the bright side is finding these twinkling moments among the darkness, making an effort to see the stars amongst the night. The night is still there; it's important to acknowledge that, and give it space. But so are the stars. That's important too, and admiring them makes the night a little easier.
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I really enjoy your meta and look forward to more mclennon analysis. Out of curiosity, you mentioned that you think they started being physical in 1964 - is there a reason why that year specifically? Personally, I've always thought they started sleeping together in 1963, and my reasoning for that is they seem much closer in videos/photos, not to mention it was the year they "broke through", so to speak.
Would love to hear your thoughts on that!
Hmm well I guess it depends on how they, and we, define their sex life. John and Paul were sexually intimate starting since they were teenagers because John brought Paul into the group wanks. (tbh it's a miracle Paul didn't brain John with something heavy thanks to all that Winston Churchilling.) There's really no telling how it progressed from there, anything is possible with these two. Until Paul tells us the details (and I do not put it past him) then he and John could have been hooking up at literally any point in their relationship. When I think of them getting physical with each other, I'm thinking of them getting each other off with intent and purpose, and considering the style of the time this would mean penetration. Everything else can be handwaved away.
I pick 1964 because of this post: https://www.tumblr.com/got-ticket-to-ride/739464905120497664/its-the-anniversary-day-of-john-and-paul-in-paris?source=share
It's just something about it, y'know. John and Paul are in their city. They stayed up all night and well into the morning and then slept deep into the afternoon, almost evening. And then as GTTR says, "And then they emerge from their hotel room looking like a newlywed couple."
Well, there's just a certain satisfaction radiating off them isn't there?
But I do see your point: why wouldn't they be hooking up earlier? Why wouldn't it escalate physically before this? Why would they wait until Paris 1964?
I have a few reasons, they are admittedly flimsy but since we are all just making shit up then it's fine, right?
Julian was born in 1963. I've read bits and pieces of Beatles 1963 by Rees and that book is full of little chunks about John running home to see Cynthia and the baby (usually not even for a full night/day because he was so busy.) Their schedule is also packed, they are constantly on the move especially during the night because this is where they had to start being smuggled out of theaters and such. So I genuinely think that John and Paul did not have the time or the space to have sex with each other. I know I am saying this when they had time to hook up with groupies between shows but considering who John and Paul are, and what they mean to one another, I just struggle to imagine them acting that way with one another. They would want to take their time with one another and get it right. They're hopeless romantics at heart, they're both deeply enamored with the idea of "you're special, you're different" so I genuinely think they would want to take their time with each other physically and do it right. I don't think they had that time in 1963 with the way they're running all over the UK.
Then there's the Absolute State of John and Paul's relationship in 1963. Remember that the halcyon days of Paris are way in the rearview mirror at this point. In 1962 Stuart died, Cynthia got pregnant, and John had to get married to save her reputation. I can't imagine Paul reacting well to any of this though I'm sure he put his cheery stoic mask on. Then in 1963, Julian is born. Barcelona happens and John seduces Brian to get the songwriting credit that he wanted and screws Paul out of their deal. Considering this is something Paul is still angry about to this day, I can't imagine how he blew his fucking top at John when he found out that May:
I don't think Paul was in the mood for any hooking up in 1963. John has a baby with a woman, is married, then he fucks off to have a gay experience with their manager and then when he comes back he's screwed Paul's side of the business on the downlow? I would be on the fucking six o' clock news lmao, John would not have escaped my wrath. It's really no wonder Paul made a specific point of hooking up with Jane Asher isn't it? He was making a point to John specifically and John seethed about it.
However I do think that something happened in 1963 that healed the rift in the Lennon-McCartney relationship:
Paul got sick from the gastric flu and he fainted dead away in the dressing room. John was very upset and was seen pacing the room when the doctor arrived to check on Paul. This is how we know that Paul actually fainted for real, if he was just feeling feverish John would be concerned but maybe not like that. @james-winston has a pair of really fantastic posts about the aftermath of the fainting incident that I have taken as gospel and I fully apply this to any McLennon analysis I write about this period. The key point though is this:
I have a headcanon that Paul being sick caused something to happen between John and Paul that left them both feeling awkward around each other. I don't think it is was sexual, I think it was more likely that John (who thought he was cursed to have all the men he loved die on him) was afraid something might happen to Paul, and reacted emotionally to it.
This all took place in November, after the Wooler thing, after the burn from Barcelona has had a chance to soften, after they both have had time to get used to the idea that Julian exists and has a place in their lives now. I think this was enough to mend things between them. And you know what else happened the night Paul fainted? Brian secured The Beatles their spot on Ed Sullivan:
So once Brian comes back and tells them the news, John and Paul flip right back into the honeymoon phase. The wounds of the past are forgotten (for now) and they're right back in each other's pockets. I think it's around this time period that Paul was taking photos that now make up Eye of the Storm.
TBH I can imagine John and Paul hooking up at this date. If someone looked at this and said "well this looks like a prelude to sweet love making to me" then that's perfectly reasonable. There's some suggestive photos in Eye of the Storm where Paul is taking John's picture from what looks to be a bathtub while John makes faces at him. It could have been then, absolutely.
But I like the idea that Paul wanted to wait until the next year. 1963 was rough on all of them and he and John are both big on getting new starts. Wait for 1964 to roll around. Brian says we're going to Paris in February. I can wait until then.
And just this once, it was worth it.
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We're back for @polyshipweek 2024! Get ready for a whole week of polyamory and I really hope you enjoy what I did with the prompts this time around!
AO3: Day 1: Is that my hoodie? + The Greater PolyPhantoms Polycule
One of the major chores when living in a polycule with several people is laundry. Not deciding who did it-they had a chore chart for a reason. Plus signs reminding everyone to sort their stuff and check labels so no one’s clothes got ruined. No, it was more so that practically everyone in their group was a clothes thief.
Julie was the worst perpetrator-she had her own collection of flannels, but more often than not she’s wearing one of Reggie or Luke’s instead. Raiding Kayla and Flynn’s closets for cute shirts and accessories, Willie for socks, and the occasional designer piece from Carrie-though she always asks before taking anything from her closet.
Today though, when Alex sees her, he has to stifle a laugh. “Is that my hoodie?”
Julie grins at him, holding her arms up-she’s almost drowning in the sweater, looking even tinier in it than she usually does. “Sorry, it was there and I needed something comfy-familiar to wear.”
Alex gets that-he’s more than once taken Willie’s own sweater, or Luke’s shearling coat when he needed that feeling. No one else’s stuff will fit him, but he’s convinced all their underwear is so mixed up that he’s probably in Reggie’s boxers right now. It would explain why they feel tighter than his own.
“Any reason you needed a fabric hug?” he asked.
She shrugs, the shoulder slipping, showing the strap of a tank top that could belong to any of them, and those are definitely Luke’s stupid hideaway socks on her feet. “Just feeling melancholy I guess.”
She gets like that sometimes-when the weather is gross, or it’s an anniversary to do with her mom. But mostly when the house is more empty than not-they’ve all gotten a little co-dependent, but they also all have lives, commitments, and a very complicated relationship that means negotiating time together. Thus a very complex chart denoting every appointment and date that takes up most of one wall of their kitchen. Flynn likes charts, so took it upon herself to make it, along with the chore chart, to avoid petty squabbles.
Today though, it’s just them-and it has been for most of the week. Willie is on a father-son trip with Caleb, Carrie and Kayla are on tour with Dirty Candi, and Flynn is gone with them as their manager. With half their polycule gone, the house felt rather empty and quiet-and Alex finds he misses the noise, something he thought he’d never do.
What’s more, Luke and Reggie are on some songwriting retreat disguised as a camping trip. Julie and Alex were supposed to go with them, but then Alex caught a really bad cold and didn’t think sleeping in a tent would help. And Julie got called into the studio to fix a bunch of backing tracks, meaning the guys left without them, even though they offered to stay. But Julie insisted they not lose their reservations at all the various campgrounds, she would be fine.
“Plus someone has to stay and look after Alex!”
Alex could look after himself, thank you very much, but he didn’t exactly mind Julie making him her tia ’s famous cure all soup and a dozen cups of tea.
He did, however, kind of want his sweater back.
“Well what am I supposed to wear if you have my hoodie?”
Julie held up a finger before running off, returning with her own oversized yellow sweater-the one with the zips at the elbows and the worn neck. “It should fit.”
Alex laughed, and pulled it over his head-a bit of a tight squeeze, but it was warm from the dryer, smelling of fabric softener and love. It had been worn by pretty much all of them at this point, much like his own, and it was almost as good as a hug from all his partners. He held himself tightly at the thought until Julie wormed her way into his arms, smiling up at him.
“I miss them too.”
They stood there, swaying just a bit, then Alex snickered with an idea. “We should do all the stuff they hate while we have the house to ourselves.”
“Like what?” Julie asked, her grin turning devious.
“Like watch our shows really loud, eat the foods that gross them out, and blast the music they don’t like.”
“Sounds amazing, I’m in.”
That was the great thing about being friends with your partners-you could have fun together. And even if Alex and Julie had no romantic interest in one another, they still considered each other partners-though often it was partners in keeping the rest of their polycule (namely Luke, Reggie, and Willie) out of trouble.
They turned up the obnoxious pop music-stuff Carrie hated out of professional jealousy and Luke hated because he was a bit of a music snob, dancing around the kitchen in their socks as Julie made them smoothies and Alex prepared a charcuterie board with the stinky (lactose free for him) cheese and spicy sausage (for Julie) along with the mint Girl Scout cookies that no one but them liked.
Julie giggled as he twirled her, then even harder at his miserable attempts to twerk, almost collapsing on the floor, but Alex didn’t care that he was bad at it-he loved dancing, and making Julie laugh.
“Okay,” she wheezed. “Let’s get our Bake Off on!”
They turned the music down to a less deafening volume so they could watch one of the only reality TV shows they could stand-even if they both agreed that the time limits were bullshit.
“At least there’s no cultural weeks this year,” Alex commented while munching on the sesame seed crackers he had laid out.
“And I like that the technicals are doing different things,” Julie agreed. “But man having no recipe at all is brutal.”
They chatted away as they watched and ate, occasionally pausing to grab more snacks, though Alex made a mental note to replenish Kayla’s frozen berry supply before she got back in a few weeks as he and Julie polished off their smoothies.
“This is nice,” he said as the credits rolled. “I missed having us time.”
“Me too,” Julie said wistfully. “I guess where we’re all dating each other I forget we need to have just friend time too.”
“We are a rather incestuous bunch, it’s true,” Alex said, receiving a pillow to the face as Julie scrunched up her nose.
“Ew Alex.”
“It’s true and you know it.”
Julie was about to make a wise ass retort-with Alex her snarky side just came out more naturally, but then she heard the door open. “Hello? Burglars?”
“I don’t think burglars have keys, Jules,” Alex commented dryly. It was probably Victoria-she had threatened to look in and was prone to stealing Ray’s emergency key for stuff like that.
“Honeys we’re home!” Reggie called.
Julie got up, rushing towards the door, throwing herself into Reggie and Luke’s arms. “What are you doing back? I thought you wouldn’t be home until Sunday!”
“Yeah well someone -” at this, Reggie glared at Luke who was refusing to meet his gaze-”poked a hole in the tent with his guitar and it was raining.”
“We slept in the car, and well, we were going to kill one another if we did that any longer,” Luke supplied. “So we came home.”
“So what you’re saying is we need a new tent,” Alex replied.
Luke shrugged. “I mean, we might be able to fix it?”
“No we can’t,” Reggie whispered.
“Next time you bozos need to like, rent an RV,” Alex stated, even though he knew from experience sharing a tour bus with them that might not be any better than sleeping in the car, before pulling them both into a hug. “Missed you bozos.”
“We missed you too Lex,” Luke murmured into his chest.
“Julie take care of you?” Reggie asked.
“Of course I did!” Julie squawked. “Was there ever any doubt?”
“None whatsoever darlin’.”
“Alright,” Luke said, clapping his hands together. “I stink, and am starving. Dibs on a shower and then maybe we can get pizza?”
“Sounds good to me,” Julie replied.
Reggie then looked at Alex. “Is that Julie’s sweater?”
And Alex could do nothing but laugh at that-with Julie cackling right alongside him.
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